When 911 dispatcher Yin answers a call, he expects an emergency. Instead, he finds War-hiding from his abusive boyfriend, not asking for rescue, but for a voice gentle enough to keep him alive. What begins as a lifeline, becomes something else neither of them can let go of. A story of survival, about scars, about hope, about trust. About a gentle soul kept in the dark, daring to reach out for the light. Updates every Wednesdays and Saturdays! PLEASE READ: TW: This story portrays themes of domestic violence and emotional abuse (not between the mains), which may be triggering for some readers. I wrote it with care, but please prioritize your well-being and step away if it feels too heavy. And if you are struggling or know someone who is, I want you to remember-you are never alone, and help is out there. Remember I don't own the characters, and I'm not pushing any narratives onto anybody. As always, this is just for our enjoyment!

Uploading all my ao3 works here at a snail pace hehe - This story is being translated to Hungarian by the lovely @mdeveraux here on wattpad! This story is a one shot, but also has a second part (3 chapters long) that I'll upload after this. I cannot deal with tags here, so here's a peak: He looks at Mark with so much yearning, the question that slips out of him feels like a declaration of love. 'Mark...will you let me hold you, just once?' Jack asks, and he looks so, so weak as he mumbles his request, voice small and scared and desperate in between his quivering breaths. 'I know you're not him, I just...I-I never thought I'd get to see...feel him again' he explains, stuttering over his words, eyes pleading. '...please?' He whispers brokenly, eyes wet. OR: Jack meets Mark. Mark meets Jack. An encounter neither of them know how to handle. They do the best they can. TW: There are mentions of thoughts of suicide, but nothing major than that. Jack is mourning, and finds solace in Mark. Enjoy ♥️