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albedosoyna · 6 years

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Lean On Me

Era: Brotherhood Relationship: Gladio/Ignis - Gladnis Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Crowe Altus, Nyx Ulric (mention) Content: Ignis pushing himself, Injury, Sap, Fluff. Rating: PG

Day 6: “Don’t call us Mom and Dad!” / Battle Wounds (From Training) @gladnisweek

Summary: Ignis get hurt doing training and doesn’t realize how hurt he really was. Because Ignis needs a lot of care and love especially when the new episode comes out.

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Ignis was tired, sore, had a headache that was making the edges of the world blurry and he really wanted a cup of coffee. He didn’t have the time to grab a cup as he was to pick up Noctis from his training session and escort him to meet his father for lunch.

His gait was slower than it should have been. He had to be careful how he moved as he had injured his leg in the training session last night. He did not have the time to be injured. It had kept him up most of the night and he was beginning to regret not having the Hi-Potion that Nyx had offered him. The Potion that he had in his fridge was not nearly enough to seal the cut. He had cleaned it, disinfected it and put on ten steri-strps. That should have been more than enough to take care of the wound.

Noct was already waiting for him, looking like he had only ran a towel through his hair instead of drying it properly. He was talking with Gladio who looked like he was lecturing Noctis. That was Gladio always did.

“Ready to go, Highness?” Ignis asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Dad has already texted me. What took you so long?” Noctis said as he shrugged his shoulders and dug his hands into his pockets.

“Apologies. Meeting ran late.” Ignis lied. He must have been slower than he thought. “Gladio,” he greeted. Gladio looked good, as he always did. He had decided to grow facial hair and it was a nice look for him. It made Ignis smile every time he saw him knowing how it tickled when he rubbed it against his cheeks and other places. “I shall see you tonight?”

“Of course.”

“Ugh,” Noctis groaned and rolled his eyes. “Go be gross on someone else’s time.”

Gladio smirked. “We are always on your time, princess.” Ignis shook his head and pushed the glasses up his face.

“That just makes it grosser,” Noctis said and wrinkled his nose. The prince picked up the bag that had been sitting feet. An innocent gesture as he meant to throw it around his shoulder.

But on the path to the prince’s shoulder, it collided with his thigh.

The world faded for a moment as the pain from the strike caused him to curse and drop to the floor. Gladio and Noctis were at his side in an instant and asking him what was wrong.

Both amber and blue eyes were staring at him with concern.

“I injured my leg while I was practicing yesterday. It appears to be worse that I first thought,” Ignis protested as Gladio’s hands went to his leg and he slapped them away. “It was just a shock.”

“You’re bleeding, Specs.” Noctis said.

“I’m …” Ignis looked at his leg and he was indeed bleeding. He thought he had that under control.

Gladio stood up and barked, “Crowe!” She was the nearest Glaive member. “Take the prince to his majesty’s chambers.”

She walked over, gave a quick once over and nodded. “Your Highness,” she said simply with a simple bow.

Noctis twisted his lips up in a frown. “Nuh-uh. Specs? What the hell happened?”

“Language, your majesty.” Ignis said as he tried to stand up but it was not happening on his own. It was a simple slash that should not be causing him much issues. He used steristrips on them and the healing cream. “It’s but a simple wound from training yesterday. It seems I have underestimated how sensitive the area is.”

Gladio helped him to his feet and was staring the the spreading blood that was darkening his pants. “I’ll lecture him and take care of him, Noct,” Gladio said. Ignis glared at him. He didn’t need a lecture or to be taken care of. “You’re already late to meet up with your father.”

“But …” Noctis sighed. “You better text me and take good care of him.” Gladio grinned and opened his mouth but Noctis raised his hand and waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “Take care of him in a non gross way.”

Crowe covered her mouth and coughed.

Ignis blushed as Gladio barked a laugh. “Of course, princess. Now, go already and hurry that skinny ass of yours or else I’ll make you do a hundred squats.”

That got Noctis attention. He tensed up and looked to Crowe. She nodded and followed the prince as he started to lead the way. “Knew that would get him going. Now, let’s take care of you.”

“I just need to re-bandage the wound,” Ignis said and hated that he was leaning on Gladio more than he should be.

“Yeah, sure,” Gladio said as he started to take him towards the First Aid room. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Ignis allowed himself to be led. He was a bit startled at how much blood there was. He didn’t think it bleed that much when it was fresh. As soon as they were in the first aid room Gladio ordered him him on the examination table. “Take off your pants.”

“It’s rather public, Gladio,” Ignis said as he started to undo his pants. He carefully peeled off his blood wet pants as to not create more of a mess than he already has. The cut looked very angry. The bandage that he had put on this morning was soaked with blood. The strips he applied obviously could not hold against a swinging backpack.

Gladio chuckled as he grabbed a towel and started to get it damp. “Sit already.”

Gladio threw a gauze pad at him and told him to press. He obeyed and wondered how he could have been so wrong about how the wound needed to be treated.

“What caused the cut?” Gladio asked.

“Daggers. Nyx and I were practicing last night and before you give me hell, I did have a potion, but it obviously was not enough.” Ignis said as he pressed the gash. “I’m going to need a new pair of pants.”

“Quit stealing my lines,” Gladio smirked as he started to put some first aid supplies beside him; some alcohol, new steri-strips, cotton balls and clean gauze. “Now, let me see what the damage is.”

Ignis put his hand on Gladio’s before he could remove the bandage. “Gladio. Now, I know you. This was not malicious. Nyx and I were training. He did try to give me a Hi-potion but I didn’t think it warranted it.”

Gladio grunted and looked directly at him with amber eyes that were definitely showing that he was going through a conflict of emotions. “I will only kick his ass a little bit.”

“Gladio,” Ignis said sternly.

“Fine. I don’t like it, but whatever.” Gladio said. “Good thing that Nyx is a decent guy.” Gladio then focused on his leg. Ignis lifted his hand from the bandage and he took over. Gladio was gentle as he slowly moved the layers of bandages. Ignis watched his ever expressive face as he cringed at the sight of the cut.

“This needs more that steri-strips,” Gladio said as he put a clean gauze on the cut. It was seeping and the strips were popped off on the top side of the cut. “And long, Ignis.”

“I was able to close it last night.” Ignis hissed as Gladio lifted the bandage and poked at it. He was being gentle but Ignis wanted to hit him. “Careful.”

“You could have nerve damage!?” Gladio growled as he pulled back, leaving the wound exposed to the air.

“There is no numbness. Quite the opposite,” Ignis stated. He wished it was numb but it was far from it. Now that the bandage was removed, the air seemed to be causing it to burn and with Gladio’s prodding, no matter how gentle he was trying to be, was still quite painful. His head was starting to throb and his vision blurring at the edges; he knew that he was not going to be able to push past it at this rate.

“Do you need some painkillers?” Gladio chewed his lip as he dabbed at the cut with quaze that obviously contained the sweat from Ifrit’s balls. Ignis hissed loudly and turned tried to pull away. Gladio put a firm grip on his leg and the advisor only succeeded in hitting his head on the blood pressure machine instead.

Ignis had never been so grateful that no one else was in the room.

Gladio snorted, “I will take that as a yes.”

Ignis rubbed his bruised forehead and ego and didn’t argue with Gladio. He always did push his limits but was usually good at judging where the line was.

He was silent as Gladio gave him two pills a small cup of water. The shield had also pulled out another vial from the cupboard that he knew was a topical pain killer. Ignis leaned back, careful not to hit his head again on the blood pressure machine again, and tried not to think of Gladio fixing up the cut on his leg.

He practiced his breathing as he his leg hurt as Gladio went to work on his leg. It didn’t hurt last night and he was certain that he must have done some more damage to it by walking and most likely tearing it open further.

“Iggy?”

He cracked opened an eye to see Gladio looking at him with warm eyes. “You good?”

“Are you done?” Ignis asked and didn’t like the waiver in his voice. It was rather unbecoming.

“Yeah,” Gladio said and rested his hand above the cut. “I’m going to take you home where you can rest. You shouldn’t move it around much.”

“I have …”

“Don’t argue,” Gladio curtly stated. “No meetings, training, or walking for at least 24 hours.” Gladio turned and picked up the bloody clothing from the floor but handed him a pair of shorts that must have been stored in one of the many cupboards. He was not the first to ruin a pair of pants to an injury.

“But …”

“Ah!” Gladio raised a finger and placed it against his lips. “You’re eyes are doing that glazed over thing. So I know you have a headache, so you are going to stop arguing with me and let me take care of you.”

“But …”

“I’m going to make you supper, a nice cup of herbal tea and you will hand me your phone.” Gladio interrupted and cupping his face in his hands. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“Gladio, I …”

Ignis couldn’t finish the sentence as he leaned forward and kissed him. A gentle kiss that Ignis leaned into.

“Now,” Gladio said as he started to move around him. Before Ignis could protest he was swept up, bridal style, into his arms. Ignis wrapped his arms around his neck and yelled in surprise. “To get you home.”

“Gladio, put me down,” Ignis said, even as he gripped his arm tighter around his neck as he headed for the door where everyone could see that he was being carried by his boyfriend. “Everyone will see!”

“You shouldn’t be walking, so I’m going to carry you.” Gladio said and smiled at him, despite the angry glare he was receiving. “I will not have you re-injuring it. I have a Hi-potion but you’re still going to rest.”

“The Hi-potion will do and then this will not be necessary,” Ignis said, keeping his voice down as they were suddenly walking through the training halls. People were looking at them. “This is completely unnecessary, Gladio.”

Gladio was smiling. That stupid crooked smile that he thought was so damn charming, which Ignis feel for on numerous occasions but was annoyed as all hell about right now.

“Gladio!” Ignis was trapped. He knew that if he moved to much or yelled at him he would be making a hell of a scene. “I hate you right now.” He could feel all the eyes on his as he was carried across the training floor. He buried his face into Gladio’s chest so that he didn’t have to look at the faces or even worse, the camera’s that were surely taking pictures.

“I know.” Glaido juggled him slightly as they walked in an elevator and he hit a button.

Ignis was glad that there was no one else in the elevator as he stopped hiding his face and noted that the elevator was going the wrong way. “Gladio?”

“You keep saying my name. Save that for later.”

Ignis pursed his lips and grunted. “That is not how we get to my quarters.”

“I know.”

If Ignis could have crossed his arms, he would have. “I’m not an invalid.”

“Nope. But you are a fool at times and this is one of those times,” Gladio said and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before the elevator door opened and he was carried to the Amiticia apartments down a thankfully empty hall.

“Oh, Master Gladio!” Jarod’s voice greeted them as they entered. Ignis went back to burying his face. “Is everything alright?”

“It will be. Ignis just needs a little rest.” Gladio said.

“Ah! So he will be joining us for dinner!” Jarod rubbed his chin. “I shall make sure there is enough for all.”

“You don’t need …”

“Thanks, Jarod!” Gladio interrupted. Ignis pressed his lips tightly together and glared at his boyfriend.

Ignis couldn’t help but pout as he was stripped to his boxers, manhandled under the blankets and pillow propped around him and under his leg. He was given a Hi-Potion and two more pills.

“I don’t need more painkillers.” Ignis said with a frown.

“These are muscle relaxers.” Gladio explained.

“I don’t need muscle relaxers for a cut.”

“You do when they are twitching like they are.” Gladio said. “They will also help that headache as that vein in your forehead looks like it is ready to burst.” Gladio ran his hand over his forehead and brushed his hair back. “You’ll feel better if you have a nap. Your eyes are blown out. You’re going to have a full blown migraine in an hour or two and then you will out of it for days. So, take the pills, relax, drink the Potion and we can cuddle and watch some lame movie and chill.”

Ignis melted. The anger faded and he sank into the bed and shook his head. “I was trying to stay mad at you.”

Gladio laugh boomed and filled the room. It hurt his ears. He must have been more worn out than he thought. “Good. I’ll be right back.”

Ignis could never stay mad at Gladio for long even though this was not the plan for the day. Gladio had placed his phone on the bedside table where he grabbed it and quickly checked it. Noctis was asking how he was doing, so he gave his charge an update. There was a few people that graciously were asking him if he was okay and a few asking if Gladio threw him over his shoulder like that all the time.

He ignored those.

“I said no phone,” Gladio said as he came in, quickly grabbing it from his hands and putting it out of his reach and replacing it with a cup of fragrant tea.

“I was only telling Noct that I was alright,” Ignis defended as he inhaled the wonderful smell of the tea. He didn’t know what type it was but it was instantly relaxing. The shield ran his hands over his hair and cupped his check again. Ignis felt himself pushing against his calloused hands. “I’m done for now. Promise.”

“Good. I’ll pick the movie then.” Gladio turned on the screen and grabbed the remote and a DVD case. He didn’t see what he grabbed but a familiar opening screen turned on. He was always found the Monty Python movies hilarious. He knew Gladio only watched them to humour him, but he was glad that he could still quote scenes with him.

Gladio said he did it to embarrass Iris and Noctis and that amusing all on its own.

“Good choice.”

“I always make excellent choices,” Gladio smirked and crawled on the other side of the bed and pressed up against him. Ignis leaned into Gladio as the opening credits finished and the opening scene started. Gladio arm wrapped around him and it was obvious that he was careful not to jostle him and his tea.

It felt … soft, warm, and fuzzy, which was most likely the pills, potion, and tea working on him but he knew part of it was Gladio. He could always allow his guard down when he was with him; just a little. He could always lean on him and it wasn’t just when they were in bed together.

“Thank you, Gladio,” he whispered and sipped his tea.

“A reset day was needed, obviously,” Gladio said. “It has been nearly six months.”

Ignis nodded and pressed further into the warmth of Gladio and sipped the tea. “I think we need to schedule in our reset days better.”

“Agreed.” Gladio kissed his forehead and rubbed his arm.

They watched the familiar movie in comfortable silence. Ignis soon found his eyes drooping. The cup slipped from his hand and he jerked trying to save it but found that Gladio had already had it in his hand before he could spill it.

“I think the pills are getting to me,” Ignis confessed as he slumped further into the Shield. He never remembered being so comfortable before.

“Supper is just about ready, are you hungry?” Gladio whispered.

Ignis thought about it for a moment and shook his head. “I want to sleep. Stay.” Ignis forgot about his leg for a moment and tried to roll into Gladio but a sharp pull reminded him of why he was out for the day.

“Easy. I’ll stay,” Gladio whispered. “I’ll help you get more comfortable.” Ignis allowed himself to be manhandled so that he was no longer propped up. Gladio briefly checked his leg and was glad to hear Gladio grunt of approval. It didn’t take long for Ignis was surrounded by the warmth of Gladio’s arms again as he was pressed against his side. “Good?”

Humming was the only answer he could give as he was too tired and too comfortable to speak.

“You can always lean on me.” Gladio said before Ignis was taken by sleep.

He was pleased that he woke up feeling much better, his leg no longer hurting, his vision was back to being clear and the headache that had been brewing was gone. Leaning against Gladio surely helped him.

Not wanting to leave the cocoon of comfort, he scrambled for his phone and answered texts and emails. He had no intention on moving until he absolutely had too … or the call of coffee became too much.

#Gladnis week #gladnisweek #gladnis #ffxv #soy writes #sap #I love writing Ignis

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lubdubsworld · 7 years

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Sleepwalking To You, it’s Out of my Control. ( JHope/ OC)

Chapter : 2/?

Genre : angst/ Drama/ Romance

Pairing : Hoseok/ Jiah (OC)

Rating : Mature.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 :

Three days later, I found myself staring at a furious Jung Hoseok. He lay on the huge bed in the master bedroom of the beachside villa, the French Windows opening on to the beach and the brisk sea air refreshing , but apparently none of that made a difference because he looked like he wanted to kill. I stared at him, his body looking gaunt underneath the covers. I didn't know what to say, words getting stuck on their way from my mind to my tongue and leaving me speechless most of the time. I felt like i was crumbling, from the inside out .

"Why are you here? Where's Hyeri?"

I hesitated, wondering what to say. Your girlfriend is sure you'll die anyway and so she left? I didn't want to tell him that even if it was true. I still wasn't sure, why i was hanging around here anyway. What debt was I trying to pay back? I didn't owe this to him. But then, the sins of the father, i thought bitterly. My father had done this anyway. Maybe this would be the last bit of debt. I could do this and then leave him for good. And maybe , once he got better she would be back. Who was i kidding? Of course she would be back.

"It's only till you get a little better. She has a lot of schedules and it's not like she can take a break now. Once you get better , everything will be fine." it was a sort of mantra that i was now repeating to myself, to keep myself from drowning. Once Hoseok got better, everything will be fine. Not If he got better. when he got better. i felt my fingers begin to tremble as a voice whispered in the back of my head.

You're being delusional, he ain't getting better.

Phrases flood my conscience.

Degenerative injury. Damaged Nerves. Paraplegia.

But i shut it all out as i move to pour him a glass of water. His voice was sounding a little scratchy. When i held it out to him , he knocked my hand away so fast, the glass went flying, shattering against the hardwood floor into smithereens. i stared at the broken fragments, the sound momentarily petrifying me. It was so loud in the room. Hoseok was breathing hard.

"I don't give a shit. Shouldn't i have a professional nurse or something? Do you even know what you're doing?"

A good question , that. I bit my lips. I tried to dredge up a smile but it's a lost cause really. When was the last time we had , had anything to smile about anyway?

"We can't afford one." i said finally. Honestly. It was the absolute truth. Jung kook was paying for the meals and the boarding. Yoongi had offered to keep paying me, even if i wasn't working with him and that was all the charity i could take from him anyway.

He stared at me.

"What?"

I didn't want him to know about me paying for the surgery. I don't know why but i really didn't. So instead, I chalked it up to just expenses. He didn't press further and I didn't mention that he nearly got his legs cut off either. instead, i assured him that it was just a little trauma to his spine that made him numb from the waits down. With the right amount of excercise and rest, he would be able to walk and run again. I knew it was dangerous. I knew that he ought to know the truth but something told me it was way too soon. He was still on painkillers. He was still traumatized. He didn't need more stuff to worry about. I would have to bear that burden for now. Besides it was just for a little while.

In two weeks, Seokjin would be over for Physiotherapy. He could explain the details of his injury then.

"So... i'm just supposed to stay in bed? What about the bathroom...?" He said and I cleared my throat before moving to the cupboard and rustling through the clothes. I pulled out the gait belt and showed it to him.

"I'll put this on your waist and help you sit on the wheelchair. It won't be easy of course but uh.. I've been reading up on it and i did it a couple of times in the hospital when you were unconscious so ..." I said with a shrug and he frowned.

"And in the bathroom?"

I felt myself flushing.

"I won't look." I promised and he groaned, pressing his forearm against his eyes.

"Fuck...I wish I was dead..." He said softly and I bit my lips.

"I'm really glad you aren't. " i said softly.

He grunted and didn't reply.

" When can i start dancing again?" Hoseok said firmly, staring at Seokjin with a determined gaze and Seokjin gave me a glance.

"Can we concentrate on one step at a time, Hobi? You need to get the nerves in your leg active again. You're able to move your toes and that's a good sign so far. Next we'll concventrate on in bed excercises. And then we'll move on from there." He said casually.

Hoseok stared at him and then glanced at me for a second and I faltered at the uncertaintly in his face. But it was gone before i could fully process it and he smiled a little at Seokjin.

"I understand, doc. i won't rush you. Let's get started then?"

I slipped out of the room quietly and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I spent some time stocking up all the groceries that had been delivered that morning. Jung Kook's staff had outdone themselves and there was a huge bowl full of seafood that looked absolutely fresh. i set about cleaning the shrimp, picking out six of the largest and carefully cleaning and deveining them. i then cleaned some mussels, cut the pork into lean strps , adding salt and pepper to marinate it. I cut the squid into little pieces before starting on the vegetables. It took me a while to chop up the ginger, garlic, carrots, cabbage, leek and the spring onions.

By the time Hoseok and Seokjin were done, i had a steming hot bowl of Jjampong, rice and Kimchi Fried Rice ready. Some of the ready made side dishes were laid out in bowls too and i arranged the table for Seokjin before setting up a tray for Hoseok. Seokjin looked cheerful and Hoseok looked exhausted as the older wheeled him down the ramp to the dining area.

"How did it go?" I said concerned and Hoseok didn't reply, grabbing his chopsticks without a word. Seokjin looked between us in surprise and then smiled encouragingly.

"As well as I hoped. It's only the first session so he had a little trouble. But his body is definitely healing well. I really don't see why he shouldn't be fully better some day." Seokjin smiled.

Some day...

I gripped the ladle harder as i served some more soup for Seokjin. When did this supposed someday come , anyway? A year? Would Hoseok hold out till then?

After the meal , I helped Seokjin move Hoseok back to the bed and then followed him to the door.

"He's showing excellent progress. I've no doubt that he'll come through this a winner." He said warmly.

I nodded.

"Thank you. " I said fervently.

Seokjin hesitated.

"It's possible that he may be feeling very fragile, mentally. I hope you won't take any of his rudeness to heart." He said hesitantly. I nodded.

Only, I had no idea how bad it would get.

" Why won't you ever leave me alone?" Hoseok groaned.

I grunted, wringing out the water from the soft linen cloth in my hand before placing it on his forehead again. He was running a little temperature and it was three in the morning. Outside, I could hear the gentle sound of waves hitting the breakwaters, crashing into the smooth rocks. The window was open and it was pleasantly cool without being frigid. He moved his hand to grip my wrist .

"I need more painkillers... I should be unconscious right now, not living through this fucking nightmare..." He gritted out. I stared at him. His hair was slicked with sweat, matted to his forehead and his cheeks shiny and pink. He'd slipped out of his shirt and the pale skin looked ghastly against the dark covers.

"You don't want to get addicted to those. I'm giving you just the recommended dose. " I said softly. He immeditaely began mumbling again and i tuned him out.

My body ached and my head ached worse. It didn't help that Hoseok was determined to fight me every step of the way. We had been here three weeks now and already he was beginning to show signs of cabin fever. He wasn't made to stay in bed. At first he had raved at me for getting the surgery done. " You should have let me fucking die!!" He had yelled. It had been hard. Of course it had but now, he was a bit calmer. At least he didn't throw the food tray on the wall anymore.

Once i was done , I dropped the linen in the bowl and slowly stood up. My legs protested. Hoseok had taken to ordering me around, a lot more than usual and I had spoken to Taehyung about it. He'd explained that the frustration and loneliness of being in bed would definitely make him want to act out. I sighed and made to move out of the door. i wanted to drop into bed and never wake up again. I reached the door when his voice came ringing through.

"Where are you going?" Hoseok said angrily and i frowned. What now??

"You've been yelling at me to get out for the past hour. " I reminded him. He looked a little abashed and lightly scratched the back of his neck.

"What if I need you during the night? i can't scream that loud. " He said , frowning.

I tried not to wail.

"There's a bell near your hand. You just have to ring it and I'll come." i said softly.

"I rang it yesterday and you didn't turn up for an hour." He snapped.

" Ten minutes. I took ten minutes because i was in the bathroom and it was in the afternoon!! Why are you being so difficult you..."

"Oh yeah, i'm being difficult because I want to and not because I can't fucking walk or move without needing you every step of the way... i'm just a bastard aren't KI ?" He snapped and I shut my eyes, willing myself ot not snap.

"Should I sleep here, then?" I said finally.

"On the couch."

It was disturbing how quickly he responded. But I took my slippers off and curled into the soft couch nonetheless. It was too small for my frame and I would have a killer back ache tomorrow but at least I would be spared from Hoseok's badgering.

Ten minutes later, he cleared his throat.

I felt my eyes flutter open and I tried to go back to sleep.

"Help me up." He said suddenly and I startled.

"Hobi..."

"Please... I want to go out ."

"Out?" I said distressed. It was four in the morning.... Out where??

"The patio around the back, it opens into a deck. I can stay in my wheelchair...I just... I want to see the ocean..."

Grabbing every ounce of strength, I levered myself upright. The moonlight filtered through the window and I could see his face clearly. I stared at him for a second. The angular features and the mouth that smiled so often. Silky soft hair that looked so good against his forehead, He turned around and i felt my eyes catch against the sharp jawline.

Weak , i told myself bitterly. You're just too weak in front of this guy, it's going to take you straight down to hell.

" okay. Let me get the belt."

I'd done it a thousand times but somehow, as I slipped the belt around his waist, my mind was stubbornly reminding me that he was so well built. Strong hips and rock hard chest. SWallowing the dryness in my throat, I wrapped an arm around him , as he leaned his wrists on the bed and tried to lever himself up. But the fever had taken it's toll and he faltered. I gripped him harder, aware of his cvhin , pressing into my shoulder, his breath right on my ear and his chest pressing against mine.

Oh, God.

"If you're tired we can..."

"I'm ready. " He said softly and his voice, sleep heavy and rough around the edges went straight through my body.. Gripping his tighter, I slipped my knee between his and suddenly, I regretted the choice of shorts. I could feel his thighs pressed up against mine, hot, firm and heavy and I tried not to have a mental breakdown as I , finally managed to help him on to the wheelchair. I took a few breaths to calm myself down and managed a weak smile.

"Let's go then?" i said, injecting some cheer into my tone. Hobi didn't reply, but continued staring at me like he was seeing me for the first time. Rattled, I moved behind him, gripping the handlebar and lightly pushing him out to the French Doors that opened into the pation. As we reached the deck, I felt better, the fresh sea air and the sight of the breakwaters gorgeous. The moon beams picked out the glistening waves in the distance and far away the rhythmic light from a lighthouse lit the night.

"It's a beautiful place." I said absently and he hummed, staring into the ocean.

"Did you hear from Hyeri?" He said casually and I blinked. I'd been so busy , she had completely slipped my mind.

"I can try calling her tomorrow.." I said apologetically and he quickly shook his head.

"Don't. i.. i'd rather get better before meeting her again." He said firmly. I didn't question it. But I made a mental note to send her a message nonetheless. Maybe she would come visit , anyway?

After a few minutes, the silence began to get loud.

"I tried to contact your parents in the hospital.. I couldn't find them listed..i.."

"They died a year back. " Hoseok said softly and i froze, surprised.

"What?" I said, stunned. I hadn't known. How had i not known? " why didn't you tell me? We should have been there..." I said helplessly.

"It doesn't matter. They didn't want me there anyway. I'm the embarassment they'd rather not face."

I stared at him, not sure what to say.Why would anyone think Hoseok was an embarassment? He was one of the best choreographers in the country and while it was true that we weren't filthy rich, we made enough to live comfortably. Asd though reading my mind, he gave me a shrug.

"It's worse now. If I can't start dancing again , I'll be starving . " He said bleakly.

"Just because you aren't dancing now, doesn't mean you never will. You can hire assistants. People would kill to work with you, you know that." i said firmly. He gave me a look of surprise.

"You really think so?'

I shook my head, amused.

"Are you serious? You don't need me to tell you that you're more than just your legs, Hobi. You're a dancer . Whether you have legs or not.. you don't.. it doesn't make a difference. " I said softly. He stared at me and then took a deep shuddering breath.

"Why did you do it?" He said softly.

I hesitated.

"Do what?" I said finally.

"Tell them not to amputate my legs."

" Because I knew you'd hate me for it. I don't know...I just... i didn't want to see the look on your face if you woke up and found that your legs were.. gone." I said turning away.

"Yes, but.... why? Why do you even care?" He said, bitterness coating each syllable and I sat up.

"Hoseok, i'm not a monster. Just because you're in love with another woman doesn't mean i want you in hell. And that's what your life would be, if you ended up without your legs." I said , too groggy to put a filter on my thoughts.

He didn't reply. I stood there for a long time while he stared out into the ocean. As the sky began to lighten he finally sighed.

"Let's go back in"

I nodded.

Back inside the house, things felt better. He fell asleep right after i helped him into the bed and I curled up on the couch, exhaustion finally overtaking me.

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STRP BIENNALE

THEME STRP BIËNNALE 2017: SENSES & SENSORS The theme of the 2017 STRP Biënnale is ‘Senses and Sensors’, which is all about perception. The way we perceive ourselves and the world around us and the many ways in which technology alters perception and stretches its boundaries. According to Kevin Kelly’s newest book The Inevitable (2016), interacting is one of twelve inevitable technological developments which shape our future. He distinguishes three different changes: Not only an increase in intimacy, which means technology moves even closer towards us than a phone or wristwatch and will always be switched ‘on’, but also increased immersion: “computation so close that we are inside it”. Lastly, but most importantly, Kelly speaks of a general increase in ‘senses’. “We will keep adding new sensors and senses to the things we make. Of course, everything will get eyes (vision is almost free), and hearing, but one by one we can add superhuman senses such as GPS location sensing, heat detection, X-ray vision, diverse molecule sensitivity, or smell. These permit our creations to respond to us, to interact with us, and to adapt themselves to our uses. Interactivity, by definition, is two way, so this sensing elevates our interactions with technology.” From: The Inevitable, Kevin Kelly, Viking 2016. Through these extended senses and sensors, we are able to perceive the up-until-recently invisible. Including both the small – such as the molecular and nano-technological – and the big, amongst which radio waves and the end of the Milky Way. This means that on the one hand, we are registering the deeper layers of reality on a more profound level, and on the other hand, we are surrounding ourselves with realities that are becoming more and more virtual. STRP Biënnale 2017: Senses and Sensors explores the high touch of the high tech of the contemporary. There is a focus on the expansive amalgamation of the biological and the technological, the physical and the virtual, the analog and the digital, touch and tech, man and machine, and all from a cultural perspective. We bring together artists and designers, coders and hackers, who are fascinated by the complex processes through which we perceive the world, and whose works are filled to the brim with sensory technologies aimed to play on our senses and alter or disrupt our perceptions. Interaction and immersion will be at the center of this. STRP stimulates its audience to expand boundaries and create new experiences, by virtue of imagination. Naturally, we start our exploratory quest at the human senses. Neurosciences and biotechnology have never been closer to unearthing the complex workings of our senses, and are more than ever able to influence them. In art, as well as technology, there has been a resurgence of interest for the multisensory experience. Besides the ‘biosensors’ we all carry with us (and are ahead of the classical description of the senses by Aristotle: sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste, but also pain, balance, heat and the ability to detect electromagnetic radiation), we are surrounding ourselves with technological sensors on an increasing level: In and our bodies, but also outside of it. All of these sensors are measuring our needs in more refined, complex and attuned ways, and are opening up worlds we haven’t seen before. STRP Biënnale 2017 focuses on the experience directly behind the perceivable: What it feels like, how it smells, sounds, looks, and tastes. How should and how would we best deal with the omnipresent sensors, the cameras that are always watching, and the all the more subtle delusions, that seep into our lives through smart commodities? How do we maintain government over the choices by which we mandate the plays and manipulations of our senses? How do we, in both literal and figural senses, make more sense of technology?

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