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the little things

Pairing/s: Bi Han x Fem!Reader Warning/s: 18+ (mentions detailed smut), angst, a bit ooc bi han, sad bi han Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: He started to notice the little things. Author's note: hi! i apologize for not posting as much, i swear i am working on so much fics :')) my mind is just really focused on uni stuff but i promise i'll have more fics posted soon

a map filled with various markers drawn on areas—potential locations—where the shirai ryu could be found was laid out on top of the grandmaster's desk. bi han was bent over dozens of paperwork, he had worked tirelessly all night and day with cyrax and sektor planning the cyber initiative for the lin kuei clan.

he lifted his head away from the papers to take a short break from reading, shutting his eyes and rubbing his temples. when was the last time he had a good night's sleep? why did he suddenly feel such a heavy weight place itself upon his shoulders? his eyes lingering across the large study room; the sight of the two other empty desks puts a scowl on his face, the remembrance of his brothers' betrayal still ran deep within him. he then glanced at a far corner of the room, your bookshelf now littered with cyborg pieces and wires. despite the rage brewing inside, bi han could not help but also feel pain within him.

why did they all betray him? how could they all not see his vision for their clan? how could they just easily leave him alone like that?

their absence had majorly shifted the mood within the lin kuei palace. all the recruits were extremely on edge, servants stayed within their quarters for longer periods of time--only coming out to do their duties--or they'd leave and never return, and there was cold dull aura engulfing the area despite the many fires placed around.

for a time, bi han thought it was nothing; just minor adjustments he could handle. however, it only stuck out more like a rash he can never seem to get rid off. every time he took his meals in the dining hall, he felt... off. the sounds he could hear were cyrax and sektor's muttering about the technological advancements they were achieving. bi han was always only focused on himself and his own world, only eating quietly and eyes on his bowl, so please tell him why, when he raised his head to find out what was bothering him, did the table seem much bigger? were those seats always empty? why did these spaces pierce daggers into him? did he always eat so little?

he noticed that his blue ninja outfits after being stitched, did not have that sweet aroma he thought it naturally had. they stench of laundry soap.

after a long while, bi han then began to irritatably notice more of the little things.

during training, the silence of the yard haunts him, bi han noticed the absent sounds of tomas’ karambit hitting the wooden dummies, the sight of kuai liang polishing and sharpening his weapons while speaking to the recruits, tomas’ groans of frustration when he is beaten once again by kuai liang, or the way you praise bi han on when he’s dueling with either a group of lin kuei recruits or one of his brothers. the feeling of your gaze exploring his sweaty body no longer trailed across his skin, he's met with emptiness.

the halls of the lin kuei palace grow colder and its silent aura deafening. bi han has always hated the torturous presence of silence. it reminds him of the isolated bubble he’s built around himself ever since their mother died and his father forced rigorous teachings upon him, he was always required to train alone to avoid distractions and harden himself. from time to time, on his way to his isolation, he would catch both his brothers play fighting in the yard and they would invite him to join in but he’d give them the cold shoulder. this continued on for weeks and his response grew shorter and much more harsh, until finally they stopped and avoided him.

they now kept to themselves and instead of seeking them out, the hurt made bi han more irritated and more focused on his self-improvement; thinking they didn’t like him anymore.

he often thinks if what he did, choosing the betterment of his clan over his family, was the right decision. now, the meeting room where he missed your laugh and voice when you tell about the happenings of your day, kuai liang’s voice of reason when bi han had rash decisions during plannings, or tomas’ stupid bickering of their late father’s principles and ideals. now he stares at the map in front of him and the empty room excluding cyrax and sektor in the corner tinkering with god knows what.

the missing warmth made him shiver, you would always have your hands on his shoulder when he was hunched over the table like this; easing his stress and ice cold blood. he could feel a phantom of you over him, but he yearned for your skin against his, your lips leaving pecks on his nape. bi han sighed in exhaustion.

sektor noticed this, “grandmaster, are you alright?” she faced her leader and cautiously walked towards his figure, not wanting to intrude on his personal space.

bi han just nodded, “i am feeling tired, continue on without me. i wish to lie for a bit.” he said, before pushing himself away from the table and walking towards the door.

“But the plans bi ha—“

“i said i will lie for a bit. did you not hear me sektor?” bi han growled.

“yes, grandmaster. we shall await you.” sektor stepped back, watching her leader’s figure exit the study room.

bi han let out a loud exhale before making his way back to his bedroom.

if kuai liang and tomas were here, they’d immediately recommend bi han to go to bed once he shows any sign of exhaustion. they would always reassure him that they could handle the responsibilities for the night, he needed to get some well-deserved rest and should spend some time with his wife. bi han would remember the way they had to call you to the study to be able to persuade him to go to bed. he was offended they would treat him like a child like this but deep down inside, he appreciated the caring gesture—plus he loved seeing you puff your cheeks out of frustration.

his steps grow heavy—the excitement of going to bed now fades slowly since your presence was the only thing that made him feel at ease. the long silent hallways kept draining every ounce of hope and bits of happiness left within him, the mask that he wears became suffocating and the lin kuei badge now burns on his chest as he feels it was the major reason for the decisions he’s made. memories flood through him as he passes by the doors and picture frames along the hallway.

he distinctly remembers the way he fucked you against the walls of this hallway, you were teasing him all day and pressured him to chase around the palace while the others were on missions of their own. he remembers the way he grabbed you by the hair and back-hugged you tightly, grinding his pelvis into your ass and his cold lips between your neck and shoulder. he remembers the feeling of your legs around his waist as he pounded you into the wall, your nails digging and scratching on his back—he could still feel the burning sensation. his hands remember the curviness of your body and the juicy flesh of your ass in his fingertips, keeping you so closely connected to his sweaty body. he remembers how you moaned his name so loud it echoed around the halls, your breathless pants and screams never ceased along with the skin slapping against skin. the picture frames falling from their hooks with every thrust of his hips into yours.

he, especially, remembers your whispers of affection along his lips when he creamed into your pussy. bi han felt his heart swell that moment, he loved you so dearly and deeply. he would freeze the world to a standstill if it meant being with you for all eternity.

after that, he brought you to both of yours’ shared bedroom, crashing on the bed and cuddling you close. he could even remember the sounds of your giggles at his intimate actions.

bi han slams the door of his bedroom open, your faint aroma hit his nose and his eyes sadly glance at the neatly made empty bed. he pictured your figure reading one of the lin kuei history books, your favorite tea sitting on your bedside table. now he is greeted with nothing but the consequences of his own actions. he shivered from the cold breeze coming from the open window as it brushes against his skin, you always wanted it wide open because you loved watching the sun rise as you awake in the morning. the warmth of the sun enveloping your hugged figures.

he closed the door behind him and walked to his small cabinet in the corner, his hands go up to his face to take of his mask and carelessly tossed it on the surface. bi han rubbed his temples trying to ease his head pain.

finally realizing that he could not have the energy to go back to cyrax and sektor, he unbuttoned his blue-tattered uniform and tossed it in a hamper nearby, leaving him topless and his black pants. he then dragged his tired figure to sit at the end of the bed. he bent down to take his shoes off and put them aside—if you were here, you’d tell him to properly put them in the corner of the room so that none of you would trip over it in the morning.

suddenly, he felt tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. bi han took deep slow breaths and swallowed just so that he could stop the sobs that threatened to escape his lips. he deeply regrets taking the risk of trusting shang tsung’s word, but you would understand that all he did was release them from liu kang’s clutches, right? could you take him back? could any of you take him back after what he’s done? would you three listen to the reason why he did what he had to do? if he had the chance to meet you again, could you give him a second chance to make things right?

his thoughts consume him the entire evening, and he eventually finally lies his head on the pillows. the covers shielded and hid him from the blowing evening breeze, but it couldn't stop the ice from forming within the deepened hole of his heart nor hide the tears flowing down his cheeks.

A/N: ok idk if i like this but the idea came to me so good adhakdjsj also i know this is not the kung lao and raiden x reader fic i was writing for almost weeks now but i needed to get this off my chest and drafts ajsndjkhabdks angsty bi han is best bi han

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