Where the Sea Meets the Sky

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Namjoon placed an obviously larger amount of hot-dogs on Jeongguk’s plate, more than he added on his own. Jeongguk reaches out to switch their plates, but Namjoon shakes his head.

Timid and afraid, with pride and contempt, we hide behind our fears, our perfectly crafted image, afraid to step out into the unknown. I have dreamed of the day our son and daughter would be old enough to begin exploring and traveling as part of their education. In truth, they are never too young. Lord willing, this trip was just the beginning, the hope of more to come.

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Subtle,” Jeongguk breathes, but of course Namjoon hears him anyway. He needs to get used to this, needs to get used to being with someone as perceptive as himself. But all Namjoon does is grin at him, and there’s that expression in his eyes again. The imperceptible one from before. Namjoon’s scent is spiking in accordance with it, but all Jeongguk can smell is comfort and care. Preparing for our adventure, we completed a unit study on marine biology, oceanic zones, and how the moon exerts its gravitational force on the ocean causing the tide to rise and fall. Yet it was this verse that my four-year-old remembered during his time spent paddling out to sea. I don’t want to sound patronizing,” Namjoon continues, “but when I smell fear, it pulls on my wrong instincts. I want to protect, need to protect, so. The last thing I want is you to be scared of me, scared of this - admittedly - bizarre situation.” Thank you,” he answers softly, tugging at the earring of his right ear, “What did you see first? The ocean or the night sky?”

Horizon is the skyline where the land and the sky appear to meet. We can see horizon on a desert or ocean . It’s then Namjoon stirs next to him, his stomach muscles flexing under Jeongguk’s hand as he stretches. Jeongguk should probably find something else to stare at, but he’s mesmerized by the change that happens in Namjoon’s face, how his features are losing the softness of sleep, as he blinks into the semi-darkness of the room.I will upload the second chapter soon, as the fic is completely finished, and I would love to hear what you think of this so far. Thank you,” Jeongguk whispers while his head comes to lie on Namjoon’s shoulder, his lungs still heaving for breath. Inhaling the salt air for the first time in nearly a decade was nostalgic, bringing an immediate sense of restoration and freedom, a gentle reminder of the goodness of God. I didn’t. Scent you, that is. It’s not how we use that word. I’d love to actually scent you though. Let you see how we scent each other properly.” No. Maybe. There have been times when I kept telling myself that I’m not as weak as all the other omegas, not knowing that they weren’t. I just assumed. I—”

Sorry,” Namjoon mumbles. “You keep surprising me. I have a thing for tiny waists. And you should. Ignore me.” He clears his throat. “ Or hit me over the head with a snow shovel. Might be the better solution.” Jeongguk tries everything. Everything he can think of to coax himself to sleep. He’s exhausted, he’s hurting. Hurting so much by now, that the pressure on his chest almost makes him cry. The light of the fire is slowly fading. Putting on one of his many hoodies, he walks to the door, opening it cautiously. Just as he suspected there’s at least half a meter of snow piled up in front of the door, and it’s still snowing. The car is nothing but a small hill covered entirely by snow. Namjoon hums, taking over the task of pouring the pasta into the sieve he retrieved from the cupboard while Jeongguk feels robbed of his ability to move ever since Namjoon had touched him again.

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Nature’s sole purpose is to declare the glory of God. “Its voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.” 1 Psalm 19:4 Now that you know that you’re not as alone as you thought you were, it will be easier for you to find others like us.” It wasn’t because of that, not primarily.” Jeongguk takes one of the throw pillows and hugs it to his chest. “It’s the same old story of kids that decide to pursue arts instead of something useful.” He can’t help but spit out the last word. “I’m good at what I do. I’m still at uni, but I get booked for exhibitions all the time. But it doesn’t matter, it has never mattered to them.” He watches the steady up and down of Namjoon’s chest, watches how his soft lips part every time he exhales, and maybe he thinks about how it would feel if Namjoon kissed him with those lips.

He’s not sure if he’s okay. Not sure if he ever will feel safe again with the information he’s just learned. Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say, so listening to the rain seems like a great alternative. And breathing, breathing sounds good too. Blue Nectar Tequila is a premium craft tequila made from 100% estate grown Agave Tequilana Weber succulents. The blue agave are grown in the fields surrounding the distillery, the rich volcanic soils the perfect ground for raising flavorful agave. Maybe a little,” Jeongguk says, while his mind is screaming, He’s here. He didn’t leave. But Namjoon doesn’t need to know about that. He doesn’t need to know about the weight that is lifted from Jeongguk’s heart either, about the pure, raw relief that rushes through him.Without his headphones, he can hear the troubled breathing from the elderly man ten seats away, the crying child in the carriage next to them, the hushed conversation between two women who are about his age - one of them already facing an ugly divorce. To top it all, there’s a horrid stench coming from the toilet in the hallway that overpowers every other scent in a way that makes Jeongguk feel like he’s being blinded.