Ship/Member: Joshua/Seokmin Major Tags: post-breakup, getting back together (maybe?), aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go apeshit? Additional Tags: basically seokmin gone-girling josh on a smaller scale to spice up their relationship tbh Permission to remix: Please ask
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“You don't have to ring the doorbell, hyung, you literally have a key.” Seokmin steps back to let Joshua come in, but he hangs in the doorway for a moment like he isn’t quite sure he wants to.
“Well. My hands are full. And considering I came to return it, that kinda seemed like it would be in bad taste,” says Joshua, hovering while Seokmin closes the door behind him.
Seokmin can’t resist a little hmmph at that. “Ah yes, and of all people to keep up appearances with it has to be me,” he says. “Just because we broke up doesn’t mean you have to start being all weird around me, hyung. But I guess you never really stopped.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Joshua follows him into the kitchen. He’s still holding the cardboard box he’d arrived with, the one Seokmin knows is full of every sock he’s ever left on Joshua’s floor, meticulously washed and folded, and every paper he’d printed out to annotate and then abandoned in favor of crawling into Joshua’s bed.
“Nothing. Forget about it,” says Seokmin. “It’s—whatever. You could have just come in, though, it’s not like I was naked. Or anything.”
He fills a glass of water and drinks half of it to stop himself from rambling. It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen Joshua, and he looks good, t-shirt straining across his chest and tucked into his jeans to show off his waist. He’s gotten a haircut. The two of them observe each other carefully, like animals sizing each other up in the wild, testing the limits of their territories.
Joshua sets the box down on the counter. “You were doing something, though,” he says. “You’re wearing makeup.”
“Oh, I—yeah.” Seokmin chokes a little on his water, coughs, is very embarrassed about it. “Um, I have a date.”
He watches Joshua’s face for any sign of life, any twitch of the eyes, but there’s nothing. Joshua remains placid and unruffled. Seokmin itches at the sight, reins in the urge to scream, to beg, to grab him and shake him until his perfectly styled hair is loose and his face is red.
“Okay,” he says. “Well, don't let me interrupt your getting ready, then.”
Please interrupt me, please, Seokmin wants to yell. Tell me not to go. He frowns at Joshua, inches toward the door a little as if he might be able to block him from leaving. “That’s all you have to say?”
Joshua shrugs. “What do you want me to say? Am I supposed to be jealous, Seokmin-ah? You broke up with me.”
“Yes, you’re supposed to be jealous!” Seokmin says. “We only broke up two weeks ago, hyung, you’re supposed to be mad that I’m moving on so fast and slutting myself out to random men and having soooo much fun without you.”
“Are you?” Joshua finally raises a skeptical eyebrow.
“Am I what?”
“Having so much fun without me.” He moves nearer to the door, but doesn’t leave, not yet. “Moving on so fast.”
Seokmin wants to throw his glass against the floor, so instead he sets it down very carefully in the sink and steps out of throwing range before he replies. “Not really.”
“What are you doing, then?” Joshua crosses his arms, which makes them look extra big and does not help Seokmin at all. “Wait, actually, can you answer my other question first? What did you mean by saying I was always weird around you?”
“Ugh, hyung, I don't know, I was just saying it,” says Seokmin. He doesn’t want to talk about this now. He needs a long bubble bath and three glasses of wine before he can even start to talk about this, but he feels the words rushing out of him anyway, like the wind is being knocked right out of his lungs. “You didn’t ever have, like, feelings about anything. I couldn’t tell if you were actually in love with me or not.”
He digs through the cardboard box to give his hands something to do. “Well, I was,” Joshua says. Seokmin refuses to make eye contact with him. “I said it, didn’t I? Even when you were literally breaking up with me, I told you that I loved you.”
“I couldn’t tell if you meant it,” Seokmin says petulantly. His winter gloves are at the bottom of the box; those must have been at Joshua’s apartment for months without Seokmin noticing, but of course Joshua didn’t miss them when he went to clean every last bit of Seokmin out. “You don't even care that I’m going on a date two weeks after we broke up. He’s really hot, by the way, and his arms are huge.”
“Cancel your date.”
Seokmin’s head whips around to stare at Joshua. “Huh?”
“Cancel it. Tell him something came up.” He’s looking at Seokmin, this weird little glint in his eye that Seokmin hasn’t seen before, like he’s daring him to say no. Or to say yes.
“Okay,” says Seokmin. “Yeah, okay, I will.” He’s fumbling for his phone, scrambling to open his messages with this poor guy who’s been caught in the crossfire. A strange feeling keeps crawling up his throat, a giddy sort of lump like he’s about to hiccup or laugh, the solid weight of disbelief behind his tongue. “Are you gonna stay?”
“I didn’t have any plans tonight,” Joshua says, rising from his chair. Seokmin is already reaching to tangle his perfect hair, snag his fingers through the belt loops of Joshua’s spotless light wash jeans, yank him like a chew toy.
He says, “Have you been thinking of me, hyung, these last two weeks?”
“Not really,” says Joshua. “I’ve been missing you.”
[FILL] wanna know what you're doing tonight
Major Tags: post-breakup, getting back together (maybe?), aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just wanna go apeshit?
Additional Tags: basically seokmin gone-girling josh on a smaller scale to spice up their relationship tbh
Permission to remix: Please ask
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“You don't have to ring the doorbell, hyung, you literally have a key.” Seokmin steps back to let Joshua come in, but he hangs in the doorway for a moment like he isn’t quite sure he wants to.
“Well. My hands are full. And considering I came to return it, that kinda seemed like it would be in bad taste,” says Joshua, hovering while Seokmin closes the door behind him.
Seokmin can’t resist a little hmmph at that. “Ah yes, and of all people to keep up appearances with it has to be me,” he says. “Just because we broke up doesn’t mean you have to start being all weird around me, hyung. But I guess you never really stopped.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Joshua follows him into the kitchen. He’s still holding the cardboard box he’d arrived with, the one Seokmin knows is full of every sock he’s ever left on Joshua’s floor, meticulously washed and folded, and every paper he’d printed out to annotate and then abandoned in favor of crawling into Joshua’s bed.
“Nothing. Forget about it,” says Seokmin. “It’s—whatever. You could have just come in, though, it’s not like I was naked. Or anything.”
He fills a glass of water and drinks half of it to stop himself from rambling. It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen Joshua, and he looks good, t-shirt straining across his chest and tucked into his jeans to show off his waist. He’s gotten a haircut. The two of them observe each other carefully, like animals sizing each other up in the wild, testing the limits of their territories.
Joshua sets the box down on the counter. “You were doing something, though,” he says. “You’re wearing makeup.”
“Oh, I—yeah.” Seokmin chokes a little on his water, coughs, is very embarrassed about it. “Um, I have a date.”
He watches Joshua’s face for any sign of life, any twitch of the eyes, but there’s nothing. Joshua remains placid and unruffled. Seokmin itches at the sight, reins in the urge to scream, to beg, to grab him and shake him until his perfectly styled hair is loose and his face is red.
“Okay,” he says. “Well, don't let me interrupt your getting ready, then.”
Please interrupt me, please, Seokmin wants to yell. Tell me not to go. He frowns at Joshua, inches toward the door a little as if he might be able to block him from leaving. “That’s all you have to say?”
Joshua shrugs. “What do you want me to say? Am I supposed to be jealous, Seokmin-ah? You broke up with me.”
“Yes, you’re supposed to be jealous!” Seokmin says. “We only broke up two weeks ago, hyung, you’re supposed to be mad that I’m moving on so fast and slutting myself out to random men and having soooo much fun without you.”
“Are you?” Joshua finally raises a skeptical eyebrow.
“Am I what?”
“Having so much fun without me.” He moves nearer to the door, but doesn’t leave, not yet. “Moving on so fast.”
Seokmin wants to throw his glass against the floor, so instead he sets it down very carefully in the sink and steps out of throwing range before he replies. “Not really.”
“What are you doing, then?” Joshua crosses his arms, which makes them look extra big and does not help Seokmin at all. “Wait, actually, can you answer my other question first? What did you mean by saying I was always weird around you?”
“Ugh, hyung, I don't know, I was just saying it,” says Seokmin. He doesn’t want to talk about this now. He needs a long bubble bath and three glasses of wine before he can even start to talk about this, but he feels the words rushing out of him anyway, like the wind is being knocked right out of his lungs. “You didn’t ever have, like, feelings about anything. I couldn’t tell if you were actually in love with me or not.”
He digs through the cardboard box to give his hands something to do. “Well, I was,” Joshua says. Seokmin refuses to make eye contact with him. “I said it, didn’t I? Even when you were literally breaking up with me, I told you that I loved you.”
“I couldn’t tell if you meant it,” Seokmin says petulantly. His winter gloves are at the bottom of the box; those must have been at Joshua’s apartment for months without Seokmin noticing, but of course Joshua didn’t miss them when he went to clean every last bit of Seokmin out. “You don't even care that I’m going on a date two weeks after we broke up. He’s really hot, by the way, and his arms are huge.”
“Cancel your date.”
Seokmin’s head whips around to stare at Joshua. “Huh?”
“Cancel it. Tell him something came up.” He’s looking at Seokmin, this weird little glint in his eye that Seokmin hasn’t seen before, like he’s daring him to say no. Or to say yes.
“Okay,” says Seokmin. “Yeah, okay, I will.” He’s fumbling for his phone, scrambling to open his messages with this poor guy who’s been caught in the crossfire. A strange feeling keeps crawling up his throat, a giddy sort of lump like he’s about to hiccup or laugh, the solid weight of disbelief behind his tongue. “Are you gonna stay?”
“I didn’t have any plans tonight,” Joshua says, rising from his chair. Seokmin is already reaching to tangle his perfect hair, snag his fingers through the belt loops of Joshua’s spotless light wash jeans, yank him like a chew toy.
He says, “Have you been thinking of me, hyung, these last two weeks?”
“Not really,” says Joshua. “I’ve been missing you.”