Fic: Sunshine (1/1)
Title: Sunshine
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jin-Soo Kwon, Sun-Hwa Kwon, Ji Yeon Kwon; Sun/Jin
Word Count: 500
Summary: Jin doesn’t like the daytime, not anymore. For angeldylan628, who requested “Families, and the Second Generation” at The lostsquee 2009 Lost Summer Luau, and for the 18coda Prompt #4 - Dolce. Post-Island; Spoilers through 5.16 - The Incident, Parts 1 & 2.
Prompt Table: Here
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: For angeldylan628: I’ve had this little scene in my head for a while now - hopefully it’s to your liking :)
Sunshine
Jin doesn’t like the daytime, not anymore - not after he’s seen what light can do, what it’s capable of; seen the way heat can destroy with his own two eyes.
Her mother speaks to her in English now, but Jin still likes to speak to his daughter - his little flower - in Korean, whispering into her secrets of nonsense and perfection that illuminate her face and make her smile, her gap-toothed grin brightening his world, making up for the sun that he misses in the daylight by shining with the stars at night.
The war had been cruel to them, perhaps because they hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t seen themselves as a part of it until there was no other choice. There are no scars to be seen, but they’re there, etched deeper than any Jin has ever know. And he knows that when he holds his little girl too close that she can feel them, the imperfections burned hard against his soul, and he prays she can forgive him these sins - he’d only wanted to protect them, keep them safe; he hadn’t known.
He bends to press a kiss over his daughter’s sleeping eyes, and her tiny breaths remind him of hope, of life. The front door opens, the click of heels echoing for a moment before they stop, discarded as the latch clicks shut again, ringing through the house. But he doesn’t need to hear her to know that she’s coming, that she’s home - he can always feel when she’s near, so warm and radiant; his Sun.
He smiles at her, watching as the spirals of her hair fall strand by strand, cascading over her shoulders as she untwists the lazy swirl pinned atop her head. Her lips curve, demurely, as she unclasps the chain at her neck, letting the gold slither from her grasp and onto her dresser. She walks to him, her nylons silent against the floor, and he’s never noticed how small her feet are before, how dainty. She’s unbuttoned her shirt to the very edge of her bra, just enough for him to slide a hand beneath the collar and push the fabric aside to bare her shoulder to him, to blaze a trail for his lips as she leans against him. Careful of their sleeping angel on his side, she rolls her body into his so that he can kiss along her collarbone, strong hands grasping at the soft curve of her shoulder, up her throat, lingering on her steady, delicate pulse before carefully tracing along her chin, reveling in her laughter - impossibly light - as he nuzzles just below the pout of her lip.
She dips her head, barely a breath of a motion, and he drinks her in, his heart aching for her. His fingers slip beneath the curtain of her hair, massaging against the base of her neck, as his hold around Ji Yeon tightens, strengthens, and he knows he doesn’t need the day. He has all the light he needs.
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jin-Soo Kwon, Sun-Hwa Kwon, Ji Yeon Kwon; Sun/Jin
Word Count: 500
Summary: Jin doesn’t like the daytime, not anymore. For angeldylan628, who requested “Families, and the Second Generation” at The lostsquee 2009 Lost Summer Luau, and for the 18coda Prompt #4 - Dolce. Post-Island; Spoilers through 5.16 - The Incident, Parts 1 & 2.
Prompt Table: Here
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author’s Notes: For angeldylan628: I’ve had this little scene in my head for a while now - hopefully it’s to your liking :)
Sunshine
Jin doesn’t like the daytime, not anymore - not after he’s seen what light can do, what it’s capable of; seen the way heat can destroy with his own two eyes.
Her mother speaks to her in English now, but Jin still likes to speak to his daughter - his little flower - in Korean, whispering into her secrets of nonsense and perfection that illuminate her face and make her smile, her gap-toothed grin brightening his world, making up for the sun that he misses in the daylight by shining with the stars at night.
The war had been cruel to them, perhaps because they hadn’t seen it coming, hadn’t seen themselves as a part of it until there was no other choice. There are no scars to be seen, but they’re there, etched deeper than any Jin has ever know. And he knows that when he holds his little girl too close that she can feel them, the imperfections burned hard against his soul, and he prays she can forgive him these sins - he’d only wanted to protect them, keep them safe; he hadn’t known.
He bends to press a kiss over his daughter’s sleeping eyes, and her tiny breaths remind him of hope, of life. The front door opens, the click of heels echoing for a moment before they stop, discarded as the latch clicks shut again, ringing through the house. But he doesn’t need to hear her to know that she’s coming, that she’s home - he can always feel when she’s near, so warm and radiant; his Sun.
He smiles at her, watching as the spirals of her hair fall strand by strand, cascading over her shoulders as she untwists the lazy swirl pinned atop her head. Her lips curve, demurely, as she unclasps the chain at her neck, letting the gold slither from her grasp and onto her dresser. She walks to him, her nylons silent against the floor, and he’s never noticed how small her feet are before, how dainty. She’s unbuttoned her shirt to the very edge of her bra, just enough for him to slide a hand beneath the collar and push the fabric aside to bare her shoulder to him, to blaze a trail for his lips as she leans against him. Careful of their sleeping angel on his side, she rolls her body into his so that he can kiss along her collarbone, strong hands grasping at the soft curve of her shoulder, up her throat, lingering on her steady, delicate pulse before carefully tracing along her chin, reveling in her laughter - impossibly light - as he nuzzles just below the pout of her lip.
She dips her head, barely a breath of a motion, and he drinks her in, his heart aching for her. His fingers slip beneath the curtain of her hair, massaging against the base of her neck, as his hold around Ji Yeon tightens, strengthens, and he knows he doesn’t need the day. He has all the light he needs.