#tatsorn

Sorawit : As dark and bitter as my soul

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After the feeling of pure panic, Sorawit hears a loud bang, feels the splash of something warm on his face, and all of it is then replaced with a disorienting ringing in his ears. Nothing makes sense. 

His eyes see without seeing. 

He feels someone pulling on his arm before he’s pushed into a car. The ringing in his ears is still deafening, but only in waves. Someone squeezes his hand. Sorawit’s muscles refuse to budge so he can squeeze back. His fingers just barely twitch.

Sorawit comes back to himself as he feels a gentle hand with rough skin cup his cheek and a warm cloth rubbing spots on his face. Tat looms over him, eyes dark and unreadable to many, but Sorawit finds something there.

It’s in the furrow of Tat’s brow that Sorawit reads the anger and frustration. The bitten bruise on his lip shouts of anxiety. The lone tear in the corner of his eye speaks of relief. 

Slowly, Sorawit reaches up and cover’s Tat’s hand, holding him steady, with his own. Tat’s eyes dart to the motion before going back to work. But already, the sound of Tat’s breathing starts to even out and Sorawit finds his breathing matching. 

Their eyes meet. The eye contact does not break. Something like comfort settles into Sorawit’s chest. It spreads slowly, bringing warmth back to cold limbs. 

It feels like hours pass as Tat continues gently scrubbing away blood. Sorawit’s ears stop ringing to hear the soft huff of Tat’s breathing. Distantly, Sorawit realizes Nam must be in another room, the sound of shuffling sheets and scraping drawers the only indication. 

At last, Tat throws the dirtied rag into a bowl at his side before sitting down next to Sorawit. Without a moment’s hesitation, Sorawit’s body lists to the side until his head rests on Tat’s shoulder. Tat throws his arm over Sorawit’s shoulders to pull him closer still. Sorawit sighs and closes his eyes for a brief moment, thankful for the warmth and weight of Tat’s arm. 

A gentle hand cards through Sorawit’s hair and despite the situation, Sorawit feels his lips twitch. Tat scoffs, but the sensation of fingers running through his hair continues until Sorawit drifts off.

The two of them wake to sore necks and a blanket draped over both of them. Nam says nothing as the pair stumble into the kitchen, Sorawit clearly wearing Tat’s slightly cleaner undershirt instead of his originally blood-spattered t-shirt. 

Pairing: Tat/Sorn, Tat & Sorn