# 19
Magician
The rain has tapered off. Hyukjae hears occasional drops. Off trees. Roofs. He sees them gather. Slide. Down the windows.
He wonders...
Can he pull them all together? Help them descend?
He could.
Wouldn't it cause a massive splash? On the ground?
That would be strange.
Someone might notice. That wouldn't be good. He's not home. He can't do magic like that. Even at home: it would be considered outside. Not indoors. So he can't.
Donghae seemed to not mind. The cover from the rain. On the contrary, in fact.
But there was no one around. Someone will hear it now. Hyukjae's promised to be careful. Responsible.
He gets tugged. Donghae's shoulder blocks his view. Hyukjae's inner debate ends. So easily. His heart quivers. His attention's back. To his beloved Donghae.
He's been holding onto Hyukjae. The whole time.
Hyukjae must've fallen asleep. Earlier on the couch. He'd woken up. Around twenty minutes ago. He was here. In bed. In Donghae's arms. The other was asleep, too.
He shifts carefully. To admire his face. The beautiful closed eyes. His fine nose. The most delicate features. Hyukjae gently moves his strands. Donghae's arms tighten. Hyukjae's hugged closer. Donghae snuggles into him.
Hyukjae suppresses them. His happy giggles. He brings his hand to Donghae's hair. Sofly caresses it. His eyes move to the window again.
He can see it once more. An opportunity: to try something simple. There's the urge to use. To feel able. Competent. In this, at least.
But...
Keeping off rain. Levitating objects. Changing colours. Folding clothes. Replicating simple pieces. He's capable of doing all those. Easily. Without effort.
He should be honest. With himself.
What use is all that?
There's no real benefit. Purpose.
Hyukjae closes his eyes. Stops himself. From any further thought. He's not left with much currently. To help him keep those negative emotions at bay. So they only compel his mind. To seek the book. Find answers. Changes.
There is endless knowledge there. But the deeper Hyukjae looks...
The more he loses control. Of it. Of what he can do. Of everything around him. It's... terrifying. Because he feels: he also loses control of the book. Of the magic in it. Like it can escape through him.
If Hazel was here...
What would she think? Of his lack of mastery? Would she be disappointed? Would she see how... unfit he is?
He can't do anything yet. To right his wrongs. To help the people he should. He's struggling even with the nonmagic aspect.
What will end up happening to him?
Oh... he let the negativity in.
However, it has proved necessary. To some extent. It's forced him to think. Reflect. Gain awareness. Understand. He's starting to see: yes. He could eventually learn something important. A useful skill. He will be able to manage more. Of this world. This era. This society.
Yet... maybe too late. Life could've changed, by then. Things could be even more different. Around him. People... could change. Towards him.
No one and nothing will wait. For him. So he can catch up. So he can feel better. Accept it all. Get comfortable. Confident. So he can fix...
Hyukjae closes his eyes again. Turns his head. Exhales. It's been so difficult. Recently. Ignoring these thoughts. Feelings. Not letting himself be affected by the heavy pain they bring. Finding something else to occupy his mind.
He places a soft kiss in Donghae's hair.
Still. He needs to try. Even if right now: all he can do is fumble along. Hope to do some good. Hope to...
Keep the love. Of those he loves. Cares for.
He has nothing else.
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He wakes from pecks. On his cheek. His nose. Soft kisses are pressed. On his forehead. His lips. It all feels lovely. Makes him float. Hyukjae smiles. Opens his eyes.
His heart swells. Fills up his chest. Hurts.
Donghae's been watching him. Waiting for him. To open his eyes. React. So Hyukjae pulls him. Wraps his arms around his waist. Hugs him. Squeezes him. From all the love.
His Donghae lets out a noise. A short yelp. A laugh.
It makes Hyukjae giggle. Donghae rolls over him. Squeezes him back. Attacks him once more. With pecks. Kisses. Hyukjae can't help it. He's laughing loudly. Joyfully. They roll around together.
They somehow get to the edge. Of the bed. He feels Donghae slip--
"Nooo!"
Hyukjae drags him. Flips him over. Cages him.
"You were gonna fall, Hae!"
Donghae's still smiling cutely. He cups Hyukjae's face. Brings him down. To meet his lips. Kisses him a few times.
"Hyukkie... I love you."
His chest bursts. Everything aches.
"Hae baby... I love you, too... sooo much..."
Donghae gives him more kisses.
"Are you feeling better, sweetheart?"
Hyukjae's chest pangs. His mind jumps back. Again. To their earlier conversation. To the previous night. He quickly smiles. Blinks at Donghae widely.
"Better? When was I feeling bad?"
"Hyukjae..." Donghae snuggles into his neck. "Don't, baby."
It feels terrible: making sweet Donghae worry. Cry over him. So Hyukjae giggles. To take away his concern. He feels Donghae's instant smile. Then he's gazing at Hyukjae fondly.
It gets him feeling so touched. Loved.
Shy.
"I'm okay now, Hae..." Hyukjae ha
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