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writetomyheart2026-01-17 03:23 pm
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[team three] and we run
J/Jinn (Head2Head); PG; 619 words
This is post drama-canon (so mild spoilers?). The title is from We are parallel by Maud Vanhauwaert, translated by David Colmer.
The door is still ajar as he left it, and he’s sitting on the stairs, his back to him. The floor is cool beneath his feet as Jinn slowly walks over, folding himself down to sit beside his boyfriend.
“I thought you said it was over,” he says, voice hushed. It’s the middle of the night, after all, and J’s parents are sleeping in the room just down the hall.
J’s breath hiccoughs. Without having to be asked, Jinn reaches over to worm his fingers into J’s grasp. The returning handhold is almost spasmodic in its strength, but Jinn doesn’t say anything, just reaches an arm around J’s back, chin resting on his shoulder.
“It is over,” J finally says, voice rough. His fingers twitch, squeezing just a little tighter. Jinn digs his chin into the muscle, breathing in the warm sleepy scent of J’s neck.
“Then why are you waking up and sneaking out of the room to be sad in the middle of the night?” he murmurs into J’s ear. J huffs, just a little, elbow nudging at Jinn’s side. It’s a relief.
“You were sick, you died, and I still don’t know what it was,” J says, but his voice is more annoyed than upset, more like himself.
“Well, if you don’t know what it was then why worry about it?” Jinn says. “Maybe it won’t happen again.”
“You don’t know that,” J says, whipping his head around and dislodging Jinn in the process. His voice cracks. The hallway is too dim, but Jinn can picture the way J’s eyes are probably getting shiny, the way he’s probably blinking in frustration.
“We both don’t know,” Jinn points out. He wants to tell J to stop worrying about it, thought that he had already, but it’s not like that’ll actually help. At least J isn’t waking up with blood dripping down his face and over his chin to soak into the bed. Jinn’s not going to forget that in a hurry.
J snorts, bringing a hand up to brush at his eyes. “I don’t care,” he says. “Maybe it was related to whatever you did when you disappeared for so many years—”
“—in a parallel timeline,” Jinn interrupts, because despite the time of night and the somberness of the situation he’s still unwilling to be responsible for parallel-him’s poor decisions—
“—in a parallel timeline where you died,” J continues, wrestling back control of the conversation. Jinn swallows a sigh.
“But maybe it had nothing to do with that, and you’ll still get sick when you’re thirty,” J finishes, circling back to his initial argument.
They’re getting nowhere. J is anxious, Jinn is tired, and all they need right now is for one of J’s parents to wake up and wonder what’s going on.
“What if I promise to get regular full checkups?” he offers. He shifts, straightening, and pulls J’s head over to rest against his neck, runs his hand over J’s arm. “I could ask about hereditary conditions and, I don’t, early cancer screening or something.”
J winces in his arms but doesn’t sit up. “Mmm,” he hums, the reluctant agreement rumbling low through his bones and skin. “I’ll make you sign a contract in the morning.”
Jinn has to laugh, sitting there at the top of the steps, boyfriend in his arms, and remembering how this all began. Here in this timeline, at least.
I hope you’re happy, wherever you are,” he sends his parallel timeline self. He’ll make merit in the morning, and take care of himself, his family, and J, and do his best to live well. Hopefully the universe will consider that thanks enough for this timeline’s chance at a happier ending.
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This is post drama-canon (so mild spoilers?). The title is from We are parallel by Maud Vanhauwaert, translated by David Colmer.
The door is still ajar as he left it, and he’s sitting on the stairs, his back to him. The floor is cool beneath his feet as Jinn slowly walks over, folding himself down to sit beside his boyfriend.
“I thought you said it was over,” he says, voice hushed. It’s the middle of the night, after all, and J’s parents are sleeping in the room just down the hall.
J’s breath hiccoughs. Without having to be asked, Jinn reaches over to worm his fingers into J’s grasp. The returning handhold is almost spasmodic in its strength, but Jinn doesn’t say anything, just reaches an arm around J’s back, chin resting on his shoulder.
“It is over,” J finally says, voice rough. His fingers twitch, squeezing just a little tighter. Jinn digs his chin into the muscle, breathing in the warm sleepy scent of J’s neck.
“Then why are you waking up and sneaking out of the room to be sad in the middle of the night?” he murmurs into J’s ear. J huffs, just a little, elbow nudging at Jinn’s side. It’s a relief.
“You were sick, you died, and I still don’t know what it was,” J says, but his voice is more annoyed than upset, more like himself.
“Well, if you don’t know what it was then why worry about it?” Jinn says. “Maybe it won’t happen again.”
“You don’t know that,” J says, whipping his head around and dislodging Jinn in the process. His voice cracks. The hallway is too dim, but Jinn can picture the way J’s eyes are probably getting shiny, the way he’s probably blinking in frustration.
“We both don’t know,” Jinn points out. He wants to tell J to stop worrying about it, thought that he had already, but it’s not like that’ll actually help. At least J isn’t waking up with blood dripping down his face and over his chin to soak into the bed. Jinn’s not going to forget that in a hurry.
J snorts, bringing a hand up to brush at his eyes. “I don’t care,” he says. “Maybe it was related to whatever you did when you disappeared for so many years—”
“—in a parallel timeline,” Jinn interrupts, because despite the time of night and the somberness of the situation he’s still unwilling to be responsible for parallel-him’s poor decisions—
“—in a parallel timeline where you died,” J continues, wrestling back control of the conversation. Jinn swallows a sigh.
“But maybe it had nothing to do with that, and you’ll still get sick when you’re thirty,” J finishes, circling back to his initial argument.
They’re getting nowhere. J is anxious, Jinn is tired, and all they need right now is for one of J’s parents to wake up and wonder what’s going on.
“What if I promise to get regular full checkups?” he offers. He shifts, straightening, and pulls J’s head over to rest against his neck, runs his hand over J’s arm. “I could ask about hereditary conditions and, I don’t, early cancer screening or something.”
J winces in his arms but doesn’t sit up. “Mmm,” he hums, the reluctant agreement rumbling low through his bones and skin. “I’ll make you sign a contract in the morning.”
Jinn has to laugh, sitting there at the top of the steps, boyfriend in his arms, and remembering how this all began. Here in this timeline, at least.
I hope you’re happy, wherever you are,” he sends his parallel timeline self. He’ll make merit in the morning, and take care of himself, his family, and J, and do his best to live well. Hopefully the universe will consider that thanks enough for this timeline’s chance at a happier ending.
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