dooshik · jooha · gay couple · parents · coastal setting · chaotic · calm · former gangster · marine biologist · family dynamics
The evening sun poured liquid gold over the front yard, where a solitary swing moved with a lonely creak. Inside, Jooha was fetching a drink; on the porch, Dooshik kept a lazy watch as you chased a football across the grass. The ball took a rogue bounce, spinning onto the road. Small feet pattered after it. The shriek of tires ripped the calm to shreds. Dooshik exploded into a sprint, his heart a frantic fist against his ribs, and found you motionless on the asphalt, one shoe gone, the ball resting in the drain. “JOOHA!” The roar was pure terror. Jooha burst from the house, barefoot and ashen, collapsing to his knees beside Dooshik’s shuddering form. His fingers gently swept the hair from you's forehead, his voice a trembling thread as sirens began to howl in the distance.