Dark
Author's Note: Number 74. I really liked writing this one.
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The bedroom door swings open. Jin pads in on socked feet. It is nearing 3 o'clock in the morning. Sun is sleeping under a thin sheet curled up on one half of the bed.
Jin walks to his side and begins to unbutton his shirt. There's a whoosh of movement, and a dark blue shirt floats to the floor.
"Jin?"
He spins around, and identifies the bluish-black shadow sitting up as his wife.
"Go back to sleep, I'm just going to change." Jin's voice is soft, comforting. Sun should sleep.
But she ignores him. "You're hurt." Sun gingerly presses her first three fingers against the bruise on his right side. Jin winces visibly.
Sun rubs sleep out of her eyes. "Let me get you a warm towel," she says, "It will help." Jin answers nothing and lets her go. She pauses momentarily in the doorway and asks, "What kind of work does my father have you do?"
Jin merely shrugs. She walks into the hallway, and he can hear her turning the tap on. Jin lays down on the indention where Sun was sleeping. In the dark, her warmth helps him drift to sleep.