Ship/Member: Jeonghan-centric; Mingyu/Wonwoo Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: motive and mind games; yoon jeonghan, self-designated getalong dick Permission to remix: Yes
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"You should stop playing with them, you know."
Jeonghan makes an acknowledging sound, though his laser focus is on a loose string hanging from the cuff of his sweater. The seam unravels, but the form holds shape. How fortunate he is to know someone who can sew.
"Hyung."
Seungkwan is frowning when Jeonghan finally looks up from his sleeve, drink still untouched. He supposes the gaze is meant to be fixing, to be stern. Worry leaks through.
Jeonghan smiles, genuine. "Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing."
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For as long as Jeonghan has known Wonwoo, he's been like this: dangle a shiny new toy in front of him and he'll feign disinterest. He'll agonize and worry and build up monuments in his mind, though he'll never make the first move.
They're polar opposites in this way: who would prefer nescience to knowing?
It was like that with the apartment, the roommate. You can't want something too much or it'll fall apart. He'd never said about Mingyu, about where they'd fallen, but it's not rocket science to figure out when you're the rebound.
Jeonghan had seen the end of it all from a mile away. Posture, silence. The way they'd both tiptoed around each other when Jeonghan had let himself in, languished on the couch while waiting for Wonwoo to disconnect himself from a call. How to tip the first domino, to shake up the room.
He collects the awkward pauses and fills the empty space with himself.
Fortuitous, that Jeonghan catches the lingering gaze on their joined hands when they emerge as an us the following morning.
"Congratulations." Wonwoo sounds stiff. "I'm happy for you both."
/
The thing about friendships is that you choose the friendship over all else.
Once that door is open, it cannot be shut.
/
Jeonghan stands at the threshold of Wonwoo’s door, staring down at Mingyu. He hasn’t noticed him yet, though the familiar flush to his skin suggests that what came to transpire is recent enough that he could probably taste him in Mingyu’s mouth.
Wonwoo makes no moves to explain, though Jeonghan shrugs, as if to say what else is there to say?
When he turns for the door, Mingyu's voice calls out like a bell.
“Hyung?” There's no doubt in who that is for. There’s the alarm, flickering high like a flame.
There never was an endgame that readily involved him.
[REMIX] won't apologize to nobody
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: motive and mind games; yoon jeonghan, self-designated getalong dick
Permission to remix: Yes
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"You should stop playing with them, you know."
Jeonghan makes an acknowledging sound, though his laser focus is on a loose string hanging from the cuff of his sweater. The seam unravels, but the form holds shape. How fortunate he is to know someone who can sew.
"Hyung."
Seungkwan is frowning when Jeonghan finally looks up from his sleeve, drink still untouched. He supposes the gaze is meant to be fixing, to be stern. Worry leaks through.
Jeonghan smiles, genuine. "Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing."
/
For as long as Jeonghan has known Wonwoo, he's been like this: dangle a shiny new toy in front of him and he'll feign disinterest. He'll agonize and worry and build up monuments in his mind, though he'll never make the first move.
They're polar opposites in this way: who would prefer nescience to knowing?
It was like that with the apartment, the roommate. You can't want something too much or it'll fall apart. He'd never said about Mingyu, about where they'd fallen, but it's not rocket science to figure out when you're the rebound.
Jeonghan had seen the end of it all from a mile away. Posture, silence. The way they'd both tiptoed around each other when Jeonghan had let himself in, languished on the couch while waiting for Wonwoo to disconnect himself from a call. How to tip the first domino, to shake up the room.
He collects the awkward pauses and fills the empty space with himself.
Fortuitous, that Jeonghan catches the lingering gaze on their joined hands when they emerge as an us the following morning.
"Congratulations." Wonwoo sounds stiff. "I'm happy for you both."
/
The thing about friendships is that you choose the friendship over all else.
Once that door is open, it cannot be shut.
/
Jeonghan stands at the threshold of Wonwoo’s door, staring down at Mingyu. He hasn’t noticed him yet, though the familiar flush to his skin suggests that what came to transpire is recent enough that he could probably taste him in Mingyu’s mouth.
Wonwoo makes no moves to explain, though Jeonghan shrugs, as if to say what else is there to say?
When he turns for the door, Mingyu's voice calls out like a bell.
“Hyung?” There's no doubt in who that is for. There’s the alarm, flickering high like a flame.
There never was an endgame that readily involved him.
Jeonghan prefers it this way.