Kyungsoo draws to a standstill as he draws nearer to the castle, wiping tears away. He misses him so much already that it's like his chest is being torn open.
No. This isn't good enough, he thinks. He can't give up Jongin, he's the only thing that's made being alive worthwhile for a long time. They can run, make a new life together somewhere far away where no one will know who they are.
Turning on his heels he flees in the opposite direction, back where he came, dopo flying out behind him in watery ripples. Frantic, he sprints the trail back to Jongin, ridding himself of his expensive noble clothing as he goes. He pushes startled villagers aside in his haste, his only thoughts only of Jongin.
"Where is he, where is he?" He whispers, desperate to find him. He trips over some boxes in his haste, causing a mess, but he barely even registers the pain. Back in the side alley that Kyungsoo first met Jongin in, Kyungsoo almost falls over again and bursts through the door to his home.
Jongin is sat in the corner with his knees held against his chest, face hidden from view. He looks up when Kyugnsoo barges in, eyes swollen red and damp.
"I changed my mind, I'm not marrying this princess. Let's run. Please, we can be together if we go now,"
"Huh?" Jongin asks dumbly, rubbing his face and hiccuping. Kyungsoo crouches in front of him and takes his hands, pulling him into his arms. He hold him tight, wishing they could merge together and become one being. Jongin squeezes him back, fisting his clothes and sniffling quietly.
"Come with me," Kyungsoo proposes, "let's get away from here,"
"W-where will we go?"
"I don't know. Somewhere far away. Overseas maybe. Will you come?" Kyungsoo gets lower, and lifts Jongin's chin so he's looking him in the eyes, "please?" His voice breaks as he pleads.
"Yes. Yes, Kyungsoo," he breathes, leaning in closer until their lips touch once more,
"Good. Hurry and find some spare clothes. Meet me at nightfall outside the city boundaries. Do you know where the south bridge is?" Jongin nods, "I'll see you there, I love you," Kyungsoo kisses him one last time before he leaves.
- 15 years later
"Jongin?" Kyungsoo calls out. No response. Kyungsoo sighs, and rolls up his sleeves, readying himself to go and search for the slumbering man.
He finds him asleep under a tree, dappled sunlight falling across his face. He doesn't have the heart to wake him, even though they should be working on the pottery together. Its popular here, in Japan, the locals not used to Korean ceramic styles.
Kyungsoo sits cross-legged next to him, and stares unabashedly at his lover. He has no regrets, and he couldn't be happier with his life right now. He takes in Jongin's soft eyelashes that brush against his golden cheek, his loose hair and how his poorly tied yukata hangs open to reveal warm skin and is glad that he ran away. A small noise alerts him to his awakening, before he opens his eyes and stretches.
"Ah, Kyungsoo, there you are." Jongin smiles fondly
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