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His body lurches forward before he has even has time to think twice.]
No.
[Firmly, he grabs both shoulders, squeezing hard and making eye contact.
The first "no" is stern, unwavering.]
No, Jin.
[The second, followed by his dearest friend's name, falters.
His hands slide over Jin's shoulders, fingers tenderly spreading as he soothes the other with an offer of silence. Swallowing once, he lets the other see him in that brief second of sincere concern, quietly ensuring that through hell or high water, he will be here.
At the other's side.]
You are not doing this to yourself.
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[He draws a shaky breath.]
...We've been Shaolin for centuries, literal centuries. My cousin was my hero: he died fighting to save Earthrealm when I was a baby. I did it with S-F and lived.
[How long has it been this way? A life and legacy framed by sacrifice and duty and death. He'd only ever questioned it when he thought himself unworthy of that line and of that path, and now, with at least one saved planet under his belt... things should already be making sense.
Apparently not.
His proud shoulders slump, and he allows Asher's hands to guide him.]
You really do feel invincible. Until you're not anymore.
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[Asher's hands stay where they are.]
That you have to be unbeatable, invincible....?
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[You'd think it'd stop once he succeeded. Earthrealm's safe, for now, and his family has welcomed him back with open arms.
But all those years of pressure don't simply fade away.]
I have to get it right now.
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It's the way he leans back to pull an arrow from his quiver, the discipline that's earned him that blemish-less physique. The reason he wakes up at dawn and goes to bed at 8, the reason he hardly ever thinks to rely on anybody other than himself.
For the entire 23 years of his life, Kung Jin has always conditioned himself to be perfect.
What once was envy gives way to heartache, because the curtain finally falls.]
No, no, no, no-
[What Asher does may break the rules, but at this point, he is too worried to care.
Closing his eyes, he presses his lips to the other's with an urgency that's alarming, even craning his neck to deepen it. Both palms clutch either side of that nervous freckled face, and seconds pass before the kiss is broken.
Whispered, softly, painfully, are the words:]
You're amazing, Jin.
[What follows is less coherent.]
You're gonna beat yourself up for that? When you're on a team, which literally has some of the biggest, baddest badasses from a whole bunch of different universes?
There are gods here, bro. And even they couldn't stop this shit from going haywire!
Do not, for a second, think that any of this is your fault.
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[Jin's kissing him before he realizes that it's happening. He makes a short sound of surprise and his eyelids flutter shut, following Asher's lead as their lips move, slowly, together.
When he pulls away, Jin feels like he's floating in mid-air. His lips are still parted and he's tilted forward, much too close to Asher's face. And he has no idea what to say.]
Um.
[He's amazing?
Even for all his near-misses and slip-ups, Jin can see himself standing tall in his own reflection. It stings, an old aching wound, when he falters. But it happens. He's only human, and he's not perfect.
Asher is amazing. Asher is a normal man who has stood toe-to-toe with those same otherworldly gods and badasses for months and never broken, not truly, not even when he stumbled and fell. He is kind and considerate and more clever and more strong than he believes in, than he will ever believe in-- and gods, does Jin still wish, more than ever, that Asher could see all of that for himself.
But he sees it in Jin. He sees past the veneer of perfectionism and sees Jin alone-- Jin's talents, Jin's successes, Jin's victories, not those of his cousin or his ancestor or any other person he could ever be compared to over 600 or 800 or 1000 years. If Asher believes in him this much, he can survive a trip into the insecurities lingering in the back of his mind. He can move past. He can weather it.
Jin loves him.]
Okay.
[The realization is numbing. Good numbing. Jin's voice is a little hoarse, but by the look of contentment in his expression, it's clear that he's taken Asher's words-- and more-- to heart.]
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He can barely see anything in this dim light, and takes it upon himself to ensure that Jin wakes comfortably in the morning.]
Tch.
[A tongue click.]
That's probably enough secrets for one night.
[Asher rolls onto his back; the sheets crinkle loudly.
He beckons to Jin with an index finger.]
Come here.
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don't u mean get over here asherHe should definitely have gotten to sleep by now, and with his emotions running high from-- well, everything-- he's feeling the exhaustion hit him even more.]
Not fair. [Jin laughs and settles in, his cheek resting on Asher's chest, then pulls the sheets back over then both.] I told more than you.
[He slings an arm over his friend's body and closes his eyes.]
Round 2... later.
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All of it.]
We'll talk more tomorrow, okay?
[Asher kisses Jin on the forehead, nestling into the pillow.]
G'night.
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