It's You

Chapter 19

It was the second time Yohan woke up alone, the bed cold beside him. Sighing, he sunk back into the pillows, forearm covering his eyes.

There was no reason to panic, Gaon probably preferred some space right now, not that he blamed him. After all, it had been Yohan who had rejected him so harshly only to fall asleep like nothing had changed. Gaon must have been surprised to see him, unsure of how to act. He was likely in the kitchen or checking their suitcases a last time before the flight.

They'd have to deal with the current situation before boarding the plane and the most efficient way with the highest rate of success would be to explain just why he had reacted that way. However, that would involve talking about the past, about things Gaon didn't remember yet.

It would mean admitting to their betrayals and to his lies told to keep him protected and of who Soohyun had truly been.

It would mean putting the truth into words, the truth that Gaon had loved Soohyun and not Yohan, had kissed her and not him, it would make it real and there.

It would mean offering his own heart on a silver platter, baring his scarred soul, and trusting Gaon would not hurt him irreparable. And Yohan couldn't do that. Not yet. How could he be expected to admit just how badly he wanted to belong to the younger when they'd ended so tragically? Telling him now and letting him decide would be taking advantage of him and Yohan refused to even entertain the idea of that. But something had to be done before Elijah noticed the situation and got it into her head to help.

Elijah...

Speaking of the devil his phone rung insistingly with a new pop song the brat had set as his ringtone.

Groaning, he twisted, reaching or the device and accepting the call. It was a good decision to keep the phone from his ears as instantly Elijah screeched: "Yah! What took you so long, old man?!"

"Good morning to you too, Elijah. Did you sleep well? How are you this fine morning, my darling niece?" teased Yohan, faint smile on his lips as he imagined her childish pout.

"Stop being weird," she demanded pertly, only to completely ignore his partly honest questions. "I can't reach Gaon, did you do something?"

Yohan pushed down the rising panic firmly, choosing instead to look through the room attentively, finding Gaon's phone on the nightstand and turned off.

"His phone is here; he must have turned it off yesterday and forgotten to take it with him. He's fine, Elijah. You don't need to worry."

Yohan should have known better than making such promises.

"He's probably in the kitchen or the garden, you know how much he likes it there."

"We have a much better kitchen at home," stated Elijah sulkily though Yohan could hear her smile.

It was the first time Elijah had purposefully referred to the house in Switzerland as their home, the news of Gaon coming back with him must have meant more to her than she'd let on.

"But Yohan, I checked the cameras and he's not there. I can't find him and he's also not wearing a tracker."

"He's probably in one the blind spots or you accidentally missed him," comforted Yohan as he sat up and left the bedroom quickly, foregoing his usual rob and not even realising his back was left uncovered.

"But there are no blind spots, idiot," sounded her voice faintly over the speaker.

"Gaon?" he called lightly, fighting to keep the doubt out of his voice.

He resolutely refused to panic, to let himself fall into that dark hole with no way out. It was unbelievable that an intruder could have entered the mansion without notice, much less kidnap a sleeping Gaon from Yohan's arms. He remembered faintly holding the younger during the night as something must have frightened him. Imagining that someone could have entered their bedroom without Yohan waking was impossible. However, just as unlikely was to think that Gaon - Gaon who loved this place far more than Yohan ever could, who called it home – would willingly leave, much less only hours before their fight to Switzerland.