Where the Sea Meets the Sky

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Chasing the sunset one evening, the path for my feet was relatively narrow. A storm had swept through, forging a wall of sand on the right, leaving me no choice but to dodge jellyfish and seaweed or sink deeper into the water. With a reluctance that startles himself, Jeongguk lets go of the bottle again. He’s still strong without masking his true scent.

Yes.” Jeongguk scoots over, makes space so Namjoon can fit in the gap between his body and the blankets that mark the edges of the bed. “I just need those stupid cuddles, so please. Come in.”

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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. It was a good idea to get away over winter break, but he really wishes he could have skipped the travel.

They are still feared, there’s still a lot of prejudice set in the mind of the human race, and although there are laws that are protecting alphas and omegas on paper, there are many ways to circumvent those laws, and the killing rate of people that are either alpha or omega is disproportionately high. It is still dangerous for them to be out in the open, so they are organizing themselves in the so-called community.

Of course Jeongguk could’ve told him where he had put the instant powder, or that he would have been totally fine with sweet tea, but the attempt to figure something out on his own to surprise him, makes it a hundred times better.

Sorry, I got carried away. I shouldn’t have,” Namjoon voice is rough, his scent surrounding Jeongguk, engulfing him.

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Sorry, but actually, I don’t know. Um. I never met one of you. Us. It’s a little too much, I’m just so—” I guessed as much,” Jeongguk says, “Never met someone who was an asshole and smelled like a field of flowers. There’s always lying something underneath that betrays it. Something bitter, almost rotten in some.” He understands, Namjoon understands. There’s nothing Jeongguk needs to explain, no excuses for his behavior he needs to think of, no apologies he needs to utter out. It’s how it’s supposed to be. Easy. So easy when he lays his head down on Namjoon’s shoulder, easy when he wraps his arm around Namjoon’s waist, easy when Namjoon closes both of his arms around Jeongguk. Keeping him safe. Keeping him sane.