Present time

I woke up hearing the chirping of birds planted on the window sill. Despite the shining sun, there was a darkness giving its signal for a rain. I snuggled closer to his chest to which he tightened his hold around me. I looked up and saw he was still asleep. He looked peaceful and handsome.

Last night when I told him about Lucas, he stayed silent and listened attentively, holding me closer, from wiping my tears away to crying with me. He told me I was not to be blamed. He assured me even when everything was hard and cruel, I was strong. That he loved me and there was nothing that could erase it. I fell asleep crying onto his chest.

After thinking about all of those and reliving those memories, I could see everything much more clearly. The pain I felt then was hard and tearing, but then the pain, regret and self loath I saw in my father was real too.

Now I realised he blamed himself for what happened too. Even if he didn't show how he felt, I saw how torn he was. I saw the same pain in him again when I screamed at him he was the reason for Lucas's death at the hotel room. He was blaming himself just like I did all these years for what happened. And I felt horrible for saying those words to him. He might have shouted at Lucas thinking it will be for my good, but the accident and everything that later happened was even beyond his powers.

Getting everything back to normal might be not be easy but I could try. Try to give him a chance, a chance to redeem, a chance for both me and him. Two broken souls on each side of the coin.

That is what Lucas would have wanted me to. He always did. He was the one who always preferred peace over holding grudges.

When we were kids he was bullied by a senior in our archery class and I punched the older boy. Being the silent kid that I was in the class he was shocked. I would have gotten in trouble but even then with a bruised jaw Lucas was the peacemaker. He forgave the boy and helped him with first aid. Then later made me realise my mistake too. He was that good of a person. Too good to be in this world.

But when he left me, I was broken. I secluded myself from everyone, my only goal being to leave the country and everything behind. I didn't even visit his house after that day in the funeral. Which now I regret, I should have looked after his mom, be there for her. But I was naive and stupid.

I didn't think I would be able to smile and live like I used to. When I landed in Canada, my fear was the day I will be losing the put-on face I had. The smiles and laughter I used to mask myself from others. The talkative nature and giddiness that I used to make myself feel alive and look alive. Both of which was not me at all.

All the fakeness I wore somehow became my reality. The uncomfortable feeling I had disappeared and turned to ease and pleasantness. Without even knowing I started enjoying the confidence and liveliness that came across me after I met him. My Jin. Even without knowing he helped me heal. He made me stronger and happier.

"Morning." His voice hollow and guttural sent shivers down my skin. I looked to the side to see his face looking at me.

"Were you up for long?" He asked.

"No, just a few minutes." I answered. "I must look like a mess, don't I?" I asked remembering how I cried last night.

"You look pretty and extra cute today." He kissed my forehead. Then lowered his gaze to my lips.

"I didn't even brush." I placed my index finger on his lips. He kissed it before saying, "I really don't care, do you?" He teased kissing my finger and then my knuckles.

"I don't." I said pulling him to my lips. We kissed hungrily without even stopping for air. It quickly escalated to more heat and lust as our hands started exploring each other's body to feel more skin and proximity.

He started sucking on my earlobe as his hands worked on my shirt. One of our phone pinged with texts but we didn't care. His lips moved to my neck and I lost myself letting out a moan as I felt his tongue against my clavicle.

I tugged on his hair and pulled him back to feel his lips against mine. The alarm started blaring interrupting us for good this time.

"Ugh stupid phone." He turned it off and pulled me back to him, kissing my forehead,then my left cheek, then my right and slowly moved to my jaw, nibbling and pecking.

"We h-have work." I murmured against each kisses. He didn't stop.

"I-it's mhm Tu-tuesday." I said stopping myself from moaning again as he worked his way to my neck.

"I will lose my job." I managed to say. As much I hated myself for interrupting this beautiful moment I wanted to keep this job atleast for a few days.

"I hate it when you become the reasonable one." He whined pulling back from my neck and kissed my cheek.

"Then should we continue?" I teased fumbling with my shirt's button.

"Yes, if you keep doing that." He looked pointedly at my fingers before kissing me on my lips for another long moment. "But I should become the reasonable one now. Our first time is never going to be done in a hurry."

"Then?" I asked curiously.

"Trust me, we will make use of the whole night and day." His voice was deep and promising against my ear making me feel the heat again. He kissed my temples as he helped me up from the bed.