Mismatch || Hyunlix

I wish that I was good enough, If only I could wake you up

The Luna processes the words while staring at the floor blankly, his brother hugging him from the side. 

"He'll wake up, he'll live for you, Lix. Just don't lose hope yet." Jisung tells him softly, to which Felix nods shakily, hugging him back. 

He really hopes his brother is right. 

~

A few hours pass, and the head physician emerges out of the room. He wears a smile, tired, grim and exhausted, but he is satisfied. He hands over a few papers to the assistant, who nods and gets to work with the ministers immediately. 

"His majesty will be alright. We've bandaged and covered what we could, now all we can do is wait. You may see him now, your highnesses." Sangyeon announces, sighing under his breath tiredly. The queen thanks him, allowing him to rest after the whole ordeal as she and her two sons enter the room. 

It's quiet and lonely, the smell of blood very evident in the room although it was cleaned. In the center of the lonely place was a white bed, a pale man lying on the bed with a calm expression. There are bandages wrapped around his shoulder, some on his legs and his chest, and one near his elbow. A blue paste is smeared over some of the cuts, a sort of herb to avoid infection of any open cuts or wounds they couldn't fix. 

"Oh my gods..." Felix mumbles, hurrying over to the side of the bed while examining his husband carefully, concern and worry making him shake. Jisung quickly pulls him a chair, making him sit beside the bed. The blonde is just staring at the breathing body, covered in white cloth stained with blood in patches of red. 

"At least he's fine now, Felix." Jisung tries to calm him down, and the younger twin nods, trying his best to keep himself from falling again. Seeing his husband in such a state, just to protect him... 

The door open quietly, the mate of the older twin peeking his head inside. Felix is too busy in his own head to notice, but Jisung gestures Minho to the bed silently, pointing to another chaor for him. 

"Is he okay?" Minho asks softly, glancing between the injured alpha on the bed and the response less omega staring at him. 

"Mostly. He's shaken by the whole thing. Trauma, fear, everything. I'll have to talk with Sangyeon about that. Felix might need a therapist after this." Jisung whispers back, watching his brother carefully reach his hand out to hold the alpha's, scared. 

The blonde flinches at the unusual coldness, but holding Hyunjin's hand none the less. He sniffles again, leaning closer to the bed as his other hand reached up to caress the brunette alpha's face. 

He looked so calm, so peaceful, it hurt. 

Felix moves the hair out of his face, thumb resting at the familiar mole under his left eye. His eyes lay closed, his breath hitting the omega's wrist every few seconds. It also calmed him to feel him breathe, steady rising of his chest at each inhale and exhale. 

"It's not good for him to...to cry and hurt like this. He's not going to be in great condition for a while, and I'm worried about his pups as well. They'll be affected by this too, they smell everything around them." Jisung continues, as Minho nods grimly, watching the pair interact with a sullen smile. 

"He'll be okay though. Him and Hyunjin." Minho assures, holding his mate's hand in a positive reassurance. He frowns, noticing the stiffness in Jisung's hand, a fearful expression on his face. 

"Right?"

~

After many painful hours of watching Felix mope around the bed with a gloomy expression, Jisung finally managed to pick him up and send him to his room for some well-deserved rest. They still had a lot to deal with, the after effects of the war and the renovations of the towns, the peace treaty of the clans all needed fixing, and his brother would not allow the blonde to do all of that without proper rest first.