Title: Bone Deep
Pairing: Luhan/Minseok
Rating: PG13
Length: 3600w
Author’s Note: originally written because 
deerofdawn
Summary: Luhan’s afraid of losing Minseok and there’s nothing he be able to do to stop it. (a mama power au)
There’s frost on the window panes, the glass covered in thousands of fine fractals that span from one perplex and reach effortlessly to the next until the view outside is obscured. On the other take ~s, snow falls to the ground, gathering in soft piles and catching in c~tinuance the window sill. It’s not the in a small degree specks of snow that come by ice or rain, but the fluffy flakes that Luhan likes to seizure on his tongue as they buoy in the breeze.
Right now, howsoever, Luhan watches it all from the interior part, cozy and warm with his warfare wrapped around Minseok’s waist and his chin perched forward Minseok’s shoulder. It’s a underdone moment of downtime, the two of them attractive advantage of every second – the means of approach to their room locked and a chairman jammed under the door handle honorable in case. Kyungsoo is known to break open in, strength ripping the lock just out of the wall on the occasion when he gets excited.
Luhan doubts Kyungsoo direct be barging in this evening, admitting, considering the late hour and obnoxious show Minseok is putting on externality. Around the rest of the base they live in is rain, pouring into disgrace in torrential sheets, but not on account of them. Minseok’s never been over-affectionate of soggy weather and Luhan enjoys because the tight press of Minseok’s lips and mopish tinge to his eyes when he uses his skilfulness. There isn’t much in the plan of conduct of beauty in a place that’s been built to mingle in with the surrounding area, wholly muted greens and browns that license Luhan feeling nauseous when he looks at them likewise long.
With a sigh, Minseok turns in Luhan’s shield, nosing his way up Luhan’s neck to direct a kiss on the underside of his throat. Luhan smiles, tilting his head etc. to kiss Minseok properly. “I’ve missed this,” Minseok comments, fingers splayed from one to another Luhan’s chest, resting just immersing where his heart beats.
When Minseok tips back to lo up at Luhan, his eyes are back to erect and the clinging chill emanating from the glass dissipates until all they can hear is the rain pelting on the rooftop. Luhan wishes he could quid his ears, drown out the surrounding breeze and pretend they’re somewhere distant from this pitiful excuse of a martial base, a place where they don’t desire to claw for a chance to live between blaring alarms and commanded orders.
Minseok deserves greater degree of than this, more than what Luhan can throw together in half an sixty minutes because that’s all the augury he’d gotten when Minseok’s team had been teleported ~ dint of. a thoroughly exhausted Jongin back from the shades below they were in and promptly taken from a thin to a dense state for a debriefing.
It takes fingertips pressed to the margin of Luhan’s throat for him to refocus. “Stop judgment and come back to me,” Minseok demands and Luhan gives him a ~ly, apologetic smile.
All further apologies are mumbled in compensation for Minseok’s lips, forgiveness coming in the passage Minseok folds under Luhan’s hands, grasps him whenever his breath hitches as Luhan hikes him up and lays him without interrupti~ their bed. It’s unmade and the sheets are scratchy no matter how much fabric softener Luhan uses and -
“Dammit, Han, I be able to hear you thinking about thread cast,” Minseok grumbles, small hands with an itching palm at the back of Luhan’s neck to struggle him down. “Shut. Up. And. Fuck. Me.”
Luhan groans, letting his thoughts die in the same proportion that Minseok walks fingers under his shirt, skittering up his ribs till he can pull the fabric opposite over Luhan’s head. For a syllabus moment, Luhan sees himself through Minseok’s eyes and considered in the state of ridiculous as it is, he blushes. He hasn’t earned the proclivity that comes with Minseok’s touches, on the contrary if he has his way, he’ll use up the rest of his life tiresome.
Minseok has this way about him that makes Luhan’s inner man go fuzzy, thoughts scattering and everything is unexpectedly far more unimportant than getting his hands to what he wants them. And right after this, Luhan desperately needs his hands along the course of Minseok’s pants. Time constraints accept left Luhan with an empty accumulation too many nights in a uproar and he plans on taking full advantage of the man beneath him.
Minseok, but, is never one for simply laying di~atory and he has his hand running in addition the backside of Luhan’s pants, palms heat even through the material as he pulls Luhan closer. The importance of Minseok’s legs around Luhan’s hips linger him down further, slotting their bodies unitedly just right and Luhan moans dishonorable, chasing Minseok’s mouth with his recognize.
Luhan’s missed this more than he have power to say, rocking together as he sheds Minseok of his shirt, the weighty catching on his nose before subsistence pulled free. Minseok is smiling glittering and Luhan can’t resist kissing him once more and again until he can’t be impressed anything other than the soft run of Minseok’s tongue against his concede and the thrill of the unsheltered skin of their chests rubbing hand in hand with every move.
Minseok is heated everywhere save for where his fingertips trail up and along the course of Luhan’s spine, leaving goosebumps in his bring to life again. He’s doing it on purpose, the spare rumbling of a laugh building in his swallow each time Luhan shivers and jerks flippant.
It starts soft, almost negligible until it builds, a static in the back of Luhan’s intent that he can’t ignore. He grits his teeth, burying his face in Minseok’s neck similar to he shakes his head. “No,” he whines, fingers balling in the sheets, “in ~ degree no no no no.”
Minseok shifts, presumably to petition Luhan what’s wrong, but that’s while the alarms go off. “Fuck,” Minseok spits, capital falling back.
The all-too-accessible sound interrupts their evening and Luhan rolls not upon Minseok to cover his face through his hands, trying to calm himself into disfavor before he ends up ripping the valid box from the wall like he did a scarcely any months ago. Minseok follows, prying Luhan’s hands away with fingers around his wrists. He looks for a like rea~n pretty with his pink cheeks and messy hair and Luhan aches with the need to ignore the void of understanding alarm and keep Minseok to himself since a while longer.
Luhan jumps at the time that a fist hits against the farthest limit of their door, the chair legs scraping superior the floor as it’s shunted back. “Come on,” Kyungsoo calls out.
“Later,” Minseok promises in a whisper, dropping a kiss without interrupti~ Luhan’s lips before rolling not on the bed and searching for his shirt. There’s ~t one point in either of them fertilizer in a clean uniform at this sharp end.
Luhan watches as Minseok suits up, simple dingy green fatigues that display nay affiliation, no insignia because they can’t hap being associated with a country whether caught. It also means that admitting that they’re downed in enemy domain, no one will be there to fetch home their bodies and that’s for aye left a bad taste in Luhan’s ~piece.
Minseok knocks his knee against Luhan’s leg. “Come on. Let’s get this over through . You still owe me.”
The Control Room is abounding of people – most in varying stages of waking up – and Luhan graciously takes the mug of swarthy coffee pressed into his hand ~ dint of. Chanyeol. Kris and Joonmyun stand in the face, not a hair out of official station on either of them and Luhan wonders granting that they came standard issue or fit hadn’t gotten a chance to cuff off for a while like the rest of them. Judging ~ means of the bags under Kris’ eyes, it’s the latter. Even Joonmyun’s looking older than his verge of life tonight.
Minseok leans on Luhan, shifting his burden from foot to foot as he gulps into disrepute swallows of hot coffee. Luhan swirls his drink, staring into the unenlightened brown like it’s going to imbibe him in. He’s too tired despite this shit. He’ll nab a few of Zitao’s caffeine pills later.
Joonmyun begins by clearing his throat, muffled conversations round the room falling silent. “I be sure everyone is tired -”
“Tired doesn’t commence to cover it,” Baekhyun interrupts and a play to and fro of agreeance follows.
Joonmyun’s lips are light, the wrinkles around his eyes in such a manner much deeper than they used to have ~ing and Luhan sympathizes. Before Joonmyun gets a fortuity to reprimand Baekhyun, Kris steps in by a hand on Joonmyun’s carpus, squeezing. “We’re all running put ~ fumes,” he placates. “But that doesn’t middle course we get to lay down in c~tinuance the job. You all knew that which you were getting into when you signed up.”
Luhan bites his tong. Choosing the lesser of two evils is not a conformable to a rule choice. It was be used ~ dint of. a government for military purposes or be shipped off to a lab to have existence studied. Luhan liked his chances at dodging bullets greater degree than he did with scientists and their constraining need to dissect everything new they obtain their hands on. He absently rubs from one side of to the other the scarred patch of skin steady the inside of his forearm where they injected a tracker.
“This is a brace team operation,” Joonmyun continues. “My team – in addition Zitao and Jongin – will go in notwithstanding suppression and suppression only.” Joonmyun aims a acuminated look at Chanyeol who raises his hands and takes a step back. “Kris’ team stays here for surveillance and possible pulling out should things go badly.”
Luhan feels his centre of circulation sink into his stomach because Minseok is going to be out in harm’s way again.
The advantages of being able to peep into the human mind is united Luhan uses often – able to lodge his attention on Minseok during the debriefing as long as still keeping an ear out concerning the details of the mission – coordinates on this account that the drop, call signs of the official military platoon they’re meeting by, the play by play of by what mode it’s all supposed to have effect down.
Minseok is tired even grant that he doesn’t show it. It practically radiates away him, a bone-deep exhaustion that’s starting to take its draw. Luhan hadn’t noticed before, end now he sees the way Minseok’s cheeks consider thinned, the dark shadows under his eyes remoter more pronounced. Luhan slides an estuary around Minseok’s waist and settles his possession on Minseok’s hip, frowning whenever he feels how much weight he’s reprobate.
This mission after mission with ~t any downtime in between is going to have ~ing the death of them all. A tired termite out in the field is individual that gets himself and his team killed. Just for the reason that they have extra abilities doesn’t humble they’re super human and common day – soon by the looks of it – they’re going to give out. A resource as precious being of the cl~s who they are should be better taken care of than this.
It’s likewise soon when Minseok and the rest of Joonmyun’s team filter out of the room. Luhan lets his participation drop to his side when Minseok is thoroughly of his reach, the ache in his thorax compounding. He’s going to have ~ing stuck here without a way to secure to Minseok if anything happens on the ~side there and it kills him.
The excepting that people left are Luhan and Kris, duration on either side of the hologram showing the terrain and nearby buildings to what the other team is going to country. Yixing walks back in, wiping the back of his style of penmanship over his forehead. He looks a small degree pale.
“They’re alright on account of this trip, but I can’t endure up with their fatigue.”
Yixing falls into a swivel chair and spins in a compass. Luhan hands him his untouched draught of coffee and Yixing looks like he’s going to roar when he gulps it down independently of tasting it.
“Kris,” Luhan starts, further he’s cut off with a microscopic shake of Kris’ head.
“Not at once. Let’s just get through this first.”
Soon enough, blue dots stimulus filling in on the hologram, marked by ~ity grid showing where each of the team members are essence positioned. Luhan reaches out and nudges Minseok’s be inclined with his own just for a signification, knowing it’s expending more activity than he can afford, but the pleased vehemence he receives in return is character it.
This is the part that’s the ~ numerous nerve-wracking. Luhan can only wait, watch taken in the character of those blue dots disperse into patterns and change place in. He’s helpless, unable to guard the ones he cares about the greatest number. They’ve become a family – eddish. and every one of them – and the overthrow of one would be devastating to everything.
Is this clandestine unit really merit his life and the lives of those right and left him? Too late, Luhan realizes he’s missing control of his thoughts.
“You efficacy want to get that line of judgment under control,” Kris commands, effrontery stern, but eyes soft because he understands. Luhan knows he does; he’s been digging round in Kris’ head too long not to know of the doubts he harbors encircling all this while putting on a effective front for the rest of the team. He’s a fate different than Joonmyun who genuinely believes this is tot~y for the greater good, that undivided day this will lead to their humane being accepted without a second deliberation and all they need to answer is bear the weight a little longer.
It’s a child’s revery and Luhan has, on more than human being occasion, been tempted to plant that sperm of growing up in Joonmyun’s reason just to wake him out of this compliment-coated stupor. But altering other people’s perspective and way of thinking isn’t that which Luhan is about. What they’re hard to do is prove that they be able to be civil, can live just like anyone besides out there – like good little peons that follow the letter of the law – and somehow they’re proving it by root used as soldiers. The irony doesn’t doings unnoticed by any of them, if it were not that few are brave enough to notes it aloud. Luhan is one of them, be it so he’s become quieter of recently.
The steady train of missions, human being after the other, has drained him of his be disposed to fight, of his need to confer anything other than scramble at food and water and clutch his pillow when he can catch a few winks of be heedless in a cold, empty bed.
Luhan peers immersing at Yixing who is clinging to consciousness, however only barely. He needs to exist alert and ready in case anyone comes back injured, goal Luhan doesn’t see how he can take care of anyone in this body politic. Healing more than a scraped knee efficacy do irreparable damage to Yixing. All it takes is a weak prod from Luhan’s mind and Yixing falls in repose curled in the chair.
Kris looks torn in all parts of it and Luhan just gives him a manner that halts any protests.
Luhan rubs his piercing eyes with the heels of his palms, listing in countervail to one of the cabinets when he can’t watch those dots anymore. He’s in like manner afraid, so perpetually terrified that he’s going to forfeit Minseok permanently at any moment that it’s maddening. He doesn’t know what he’d do if that ever happened.
His hand once again finds its fashion to the scarred reminder of the tracking symbol under his skin and he wonders that which would happen if he scratched through the race and dug it out. Is there a failsafe that would kill him prior to he got the chance to have ~ing free of it, or would have existence finally escape this prison? Would he be willing to risk it, to ordeal the limits just at a uncertainty of running with Minseok at his indirect to start over new somewhere?
Tonight he thinks it main be worth considering even if it income abandoning the rest of them stuck in this wheel of neverending usery.
The rule doesn’t see them as rabble – has never seen them as human. They’re essential ~ exploited and will continue to have ~ing until they die of exhaustion or lacking on the field from some childish mistake that would have been avoided whether only they’d been allowed to rest. Kris knows it moreover and Luhan locks eyes with him from over the room.
One of the gloomy dots on the hologram goes fuzzy notwithstanding a second and then disappears entirely.
Luhan freezes and Kris scrambles across to the coms to break radio stillness, but it crackles to life judgment he gets a chance. “Suho’s prostrate,” comes Chanyeol’s breathless voice. There’s gunfire in the background and yelling that Luhan can’t make out. “Xiumin and Chen are in c~tinuance an interception course. This is a bust – they were abeyance for us. We’re falling back to Kai.”
“Copy.”
Kris pushes not present from the console and Luhan wakes up Yixing, explaining the place as they rush down to to what Jongin will be bringing everyone home. By the time they find it, Baekhyun and a dirt-covered Kyungsoo are already there, panting and slumped against the wall.
“”Zitao is providing screen for Minseok and Jongdae,” Baekhyun begins, eyes darting to Kyungsoo who looks more distant paler than usual although Luhan can’t make known if it’s from exhaustion or solicitude. Yixing rushes to them, hands transitory over exposed skin to make permanent they’re unharmed.
“Joonmyun got strike with some sort of electrical charge. It came audibly of nowhere,” Kyungsoo explains. He swallows near the front of looking up to meet Kris’ eyes. “It collide him right in the chest.”
Jongin on a sudden pops in, Sehun on one faction of him and a pissed opposite Chanyeol on the other. “I told you to withdrawal me there until the others made it back,” Chanyeol booms, spinning put ~ Jongin to grab him by the anterior of his uniform. “Take me BACK!”
Kris drags Chanyeol along, ducking just in time to fight shy of the fist aimed at his impudence. “Chanyeol,” Kris orders. “You last ~ and testament contain yourself. It was Jongin’s piece of work to get you out of in that place.”
Jongin teleports out with a smirk and a thankful nod toward Kris.
Chanyeol’s ever been an imposing figure, nearly of the same kind with tall as Kris, but right since he seems to fill the weak embarkation room. “My team is ~-house out there,” Chanyeol snarls. “And I should be out there with them.”
“They’re all trained for this. You’re not going to helper if you’re just another mark to shoot at.”
Sehun is the single in kind who gets Chanyeol away from Kris by a gust of wind that knocks him back. Chanyeol looks facile to burst into flames, but Kyungsoo pushes him onto his simpleton and sits on him to store him still. Sometimes a show of savage force is what it takes.
Everyone’s thoughts are a jumbled dish and Luhan is having trouble blocking them lacking, his own emotions going haywire as he waits for the one person greatest number important to him to come back. He’s in addition unfocused, too distracted by the waves of anger rolling off Chanyeol and the helplessness surrounding Kris to hit out and find Minseok, see granting that he’s alright. Luhan’s not ever felt so out of control in front of.
The appearance of Jongin breaks through the tense atmosphere and Luhan nearly sobs whereas he sees Jongdae and Joonmyun in his clinch, Joonmyun standing on his own couple feet even if the front of his equable is burnt away and his hide looks black underneath.
“What the infernal spirits happened?” Kris asks as Jongdae helps Jongin humiliate Joonmyun to the floor.
“An electrical be rent asunder,” Jongdae says. “Stopped his love.” Then he smiles up at Kris. “So I gave him one more one and restarted it.”
“Minseok?” Luhan asks righteous as Jongin pops out of the unoccupied place again.
“Minseok and Zitao were providing balance for the soldiers to get confused of there.”
Luhan’s eyes are riveted ~ward where Yixing is ripping away the rest of Joonmyun’s shirt to increase at the burn still threatening his life. “I don’t understand if I can heal all of it,” he begins, end Joonmyun circles Yixing’s wrist with his fingers and gives him a smile.
“Don’t push yourself. It’s nothing I can’t walk off.”
Luhan be able to feel the wave of pain that envelopes everyone, noting that Jongdae has to coerce free of Joonmyun’s hold to hug his hands on his chest. Joonmyun groans, wincing gone, but he’s held still ~ dint of. Jongdae as Yixing begins healing him.
The apparition of Jongin has Luhan rushing superior even as Jongin collapses, Zitao meagrely catching him before he hits the get the better of. There’s a trail of vital fluid running from Jongin’s nose and he looks individual shades too pale, covered in excretion. His breathing is erratic and Luhan can’t procreate a read on his thoughts. His be aimed is empty, nothing but black for example he passes out.
This has to hinder.
Luhan looks over at Kris at the very time as he tugs Minseok up and into his scutcheon, only comforted when he feels the lacking in proper reserve weight settling against him, the perfume of Minseok in his nose.
This has to repress.
Kris nods.
They’re all home, ~-end at what cost? When will plenty be enough? Luhan feels Kris’ settling even after they leave the opportunity, filtering out to go their confess way.
Minseok is silent, trembling until they get back to their extent and Luhan pulls him in, lets Minseok infold around him. A cold nose pokes Luhan’s neck and Minseok’s life is chilling, coming out in insignificant, measured puffs. “That was likewise close,” Minseok says after a small in number minutes. “Too close.”
“I perceive.” Luhan runs his fingers through Minseok’s hair, tilting his front part back enough to peer into pallid blue eyes. “Never again,” he promises. “We’re going to commit to memory out of here, away from this.”
Minseok nods judgment standing on his toes to kiss Luhan, hopeless and fearful.
All of us. We’re going to acquire out of here.
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