“Jinyoung. Hey. Hey, wake up.”

Jinyoung’s eyes are wet when he blinks them open, the lashes spikey with tears and beads of perspiration. He’s frozen for a few seconds – a few seconds in which Jackson holds his breath, arms loose on Jinyoung’s waist, careful not to put any pressure – and then he sighs, a long exhale. 

“Jackson.” 

The breath Jackson’s been holding finally escapes. “Hey, Nyoung, you’re okay. I’m here, babe, I’m here.”

[Or, a collection of not necessarily related wang gae park gae AUs]

1. Cold sweat | past kidnapping, hurt/comfort | T