Ship/Member: jeonghan/seokmin Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: lies, emotional manipulation, gaslighting kind of, loveless relationship, jeonghan lies and lies and doesn't know how to do anything else but lie Permission to remix: yep go for it
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It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—he laps all of Jeonghan’s words up like food out of a dog bowl, eager to believe in everything Jeonghan tells him, in every little intricacy crafted just for him from Jeonghan’s sharp mind, his lies curling around Seokmin’s wrists like cuffs that keep him tied to Jeonghan’s side.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—if anything, because Seokmin could never recognize the truth, not when all he’s been fed for the entirety of their relationship have been pretty lies wrapped in cotton candy to mask the bitter taste of them and make them easier to swallow.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—especially when he’s the one begging to be lied to, asking questions to Jeonghan that he perfectly knows Jeonghan will have no truthful answers for.
“Will we last forever?” he asks, eyes wide and begging, one knee on the ground, a golden band in a velvet case open in front of Jeonghan’s well-crafted mask of surprise. He found the ring two months ago in the pocket of one of Seokmin’s coats, and now he’s pretending he never saw it before. Just another lie added to the pile. “Will you be my husband?”
“Yes,” Jeonghan says, to both, smiling his pretty smile and forcing his eyes to water by biting on his own tongue. The shiny ring is on his finger, and Seokmin is beaming at him with the force of a thousand suns, eyes crinkling up in delight.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—fuck him at night, in their shared bed, and let I love yous slip through his lips as if they came pouring out of his heart and not forced through gritted teeth in an imitation of real affection, one that faded long ago.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—caress his hair and kiss his forehead, wishing him to sleep peacefully so that he can sneak out of their bed and drown his misery in a glass of soju that he shares with his own reflection and the city lights shining through the windows, flickers of happiness that Jeonghan shapes so that Seokmin’s smile can glisten on his face once more, even if he dies inside, even if his own happiness flickers and turns to dust.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—because inventing a world where they’re happy, where everything is bright and beautiful for them, is easier than admitting that Jeonghan can’t love Seokmin the way he would like to be loved.
“Will you take this man as your husband?” someone asks, a faceless person that Jeonghan doesn’t even look once at, focused as he is at the bright grin on his soon-to-be-husband’s face. It’s easy to lie. “Yes.”
Seokmin kisses him like he always does, with the transport and the abandon of a man lost at sea looking for something to keep him afloat, and Jeonghan catches him before he can fall too deeply, pretending that the dread he’s feeling inside his stomach are butterflies and not the doom of a marriage that feels like a prison before it even begins.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—they hold hands as their friends throw confetti and shouts of joy at them, and it’s so easy to craft a mask of pure happiness on his face, since he’s been doing it for so long, since it’s the only thing Jeonghan is really able to do.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—because all in all Jeonghan is selfish, and he’d rather sacrifice his and Seokmin’s happiness than see him in the arms of someone else.
[FILL]: it's easy to lie
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: lies, emotional manipulation, gaslighting kind of, loveless relationship, jeonghan lies and lies and doesn't know how to do anything else but lie
Permission to remix: yep go for it
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It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—he laps all of Jeonghan’s words up like food out of a dog bowl, eager to believe in everything Jeonghan tells him, in every little intricacy crafted just for him from Jeonghan’s sharp mind, his lies curling around Seokmin’s wrists like cuffs that keep him tied to Jeonghan’s side.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—if anything, because Seokmin could never recognize the truth, not when all he’s been fed for the entirety of their relationship have been pretty lies wrapped in cotton candy to mask the bitter taste of them and make them easier to swallow.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—especially when he’s the one begging to be lied to, asking questions to Jeonghan that he perfectly knows Jeonghan will have no truthful answers for.
“Will we last forever?” he asks, eyes wide and begging, one knee on the ground, a golden band in a velvet case open in front of Jeonghan’s well-crafted mask of surprise. He found the ring two months ago in the pocket of one of Seokmin’s coats, and now he’s pretending he never saw it before. Just another lie added to the pile. “Will you be my husband?”
“Yes,” Jeonghan says, to both, smiling his pretty smile and forcing his eyes to water by biting on his own tongue. The shiny ring is on his finger, and Seokmin is beaming at him with the force of a thousand suns, eyes crinkling up in delight.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—fuck him at night, in their shared bed, and let I love yous slip through his lips as if they came pouring out of his heart and not forced through gritted teeth in an imitation of real affection, one that faded long ago.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—caress his hair and kiss his forehead, wishing him to sleep peacefully so that he can sneak out of their bed and drown his misery in a glass of soju that he shares with his own reflection and the city lights shining through the windows, flickers of happiness that Jeonghan shapes so that Seokmin’s smile can glisten on his face once more, even if he dies inside, even if his own happiness flickers and turns to dust.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—because inventing a world where they’re happy, where everything is bright and beautiful for them, is easier than admitting that Jeonghan can’t love Seokmin the way he would like to be loved.
“Will you take this man as your husband?” someone asks, a faceless person that Jeonghan doesn’t even look once at, focused as he is at the bright grin on his soon-to-be-husband’s face. It’s easy to lie. “Yes.”
Seokmin kisses him like he always does, with the transport and the abandon of a man lost at sea looking for something to keep him afloat, and Jeonghan catches him before he can fall too deeply, pretending that the dread he’s feeling inside his stomach are butterflies and not the doom of a marriage that feels like a prison before it even begins.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—they hold hands as their friends throw confetti and shouts of joy at them, and it’s so easy to craft a mask of pure happiness on his face, since he’s been doing it for so long, since it’s the only thing Jeonghan is really able to do.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—because all in all Jeonghan is selfish, and he’d rather sacrifice his and Seokmin’s happiness than see him in the arms of someone else.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—it’s always been.