Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Seokmin Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: Ambiguous Relationships (theyre not defined beforehand), Introspection (my favourite kind of soonyoung), Fluff, Idiots (fond) In Love except they dont know, Idolverse Permission to remix: Yes
play on ur username is also intentional… i hope this satisfied Something???
ur prompt + from asofterworld.com : there are some secrets / i will take to my grave / but i dont want loving you / to be one of them [a recurring theme in my works tbh Its A Crazy Experience]
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This is not the way Soonyoung expects his confession to go.
The idea is simple: take turns getting hooked up to a polygraph, getting asked some questions. (ex. in Seungcheol's instance: do you like living with the members? Did you eat samgyeopsal without me?)
It's Seokmin's turn to ask a question now. The room goes quiet. Like he's going to say something pivotal.
"Hyung. Do you love me?"
All of a sudden, this feels like a really, really bad idea. Wrong question to ask, really: it should be how much do you love me?
There's many things that feel like this. Push-and-pull. Desire, and the fear of it.
Cameras bore into him like bullets on a daily basis, the glares of higher ups—approving and not, the scrutiny of people on the internet even more so, and this: the soft way Seokmin looks at him—now, even back then.
Anticipatory. His polygraph so incoherent and messy it could be words bleeding into paper. There's just—no easy way to say I love you I loved you when we woke Chan and Jihoon up in the dorms I loved you when you called me yeobo for the skits I loved you when you cooked for me I—
"No." Soonyoung says—the truth lies, just in the way he can feel the polygraph spike under his skin. Seokmin sheds a fake tear. A prodding needle. Are you going to keep this to yourself, forever? The thread threatens to undo itself, to remove all methods of inhibition, to burst out in something more than bashful secrecy.
Wants to learn an easy way to say what he means. It never works, still. He scrunches his nose to await the inevitable.
"That's a lie," the man manning the polygraph says. He meets Seokmin's eye and hopes the message is conveyed.
(He's met with a welcoming grin. Whatever that means.)
📈
"Ah, hyung. I can't believe after years of Seoksoon-Talk, you've decided to betray me, like this." Seokmin cards his fingers through Soonyoung's hair. "Should I revoke jagiya rights from you, now?"
They're lying, back to front, in the bathtub of their hotel room. Joshua is out with Seungcheol. They have all the time in the world, like this.
His heart beats as Seokmin chuckles at his own joke, lathering the shampoo into Soonyoung's newly bleached hair; yellow and bright and so perfect.
"I lied then, though. You know I love you~"
Their legs tangled underneath the water, Seokmin's presence is an overwhelming comfort. Perhaps, it is this light that bursts through the seams, all-pervading, intangible and still present.
Seokmin holds a hand over Soonyoung's heart and kisses his hair.
(He forgets there is shampoo in it.)
(Soonyoung tries to wash it off. There's definitely soap swallowed in the process.)
(Don't tell Seokmin, but Soonyoung would kiss him to remove the alkaline taste of soap from his mouth. Totally not for exploration. They can become alkaline soap-mouthed buds. Best buds'.)
[FILL] the kwonfession (untrademarked)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Ambiguous Relationships (theyre not defined beforehand), Introspection (my favourite kind of soonyoung), Fluff, Idiots (fond) In Love except they dont know, Idolverse
Permission to remix: Yes
play on ur username is also intentional… i hope this satisfied Something???
ur prompt + from asofterworld.com : there are some secrets / i will take to my grave / but i dont want loving you / to be one of them [a recurring theme in my works tbh Its A Crazy Experience]
***
This is not the way Soonyoung expects his confession to go.
The idea is simple: take turns getting hooked up to a polygraph, getting asked some questions. (ex. in Seungcheol's instance: do you like living with the members? Did you eat samgyeopsal without me?)
It's Seokmin's turn to ask a question now. The room goes quiet. Like he's going to say something pivotal.
"Hyung. Do you love me?"
All of a sudden, this feels like a really, really bad idea. Wrong question to ask, really: it should be how much do you love me?
There's many things that feel like this. Push-and-pull. Desire, and the fear of it.
Cameras bore into him like bullets on a daily basis, the glares of higher ups—approving and not, the scrutiny of people on the internet even more so, and this: the soft way Seokmin looks at him—now, even back then.
Anticipatory. His polygraph so incoherent and messy it could be words bleeding into paper. There's just—no easy way to say I love you I loved you when we woke Chan and Jihoon up in the dorms I loved you when you called me yeobo for the skits I loved you when you cooked for me I—
"No." Soonyoung says—the truth lies, just in the way he can feel the polygraph spike under his skin. Seokmin sheds a fake tear. A prodding needle. Are you going to keep this to yourself, forever? The thread threatens to undo itself, to remove all methods of inhibition, to burst out in something more than bashful secrecy.
Wants to learn an easy way to say what he means. It never works, still. He scrunches his nose to await the inevitable.
"That's a lie," the man manning the polygraph says. He meets Seokmin's eye and hopes the message is conveyed.
(He's met with a welcoming grin. Whatever that means.)
📈
"Ah, hyung. I can't believe after years of Seoksoon-Talk, you've decided to betray me, like this." Seokmin cards his fingers through Soonyoung's hair. "Should I revoke jagiya rights from you, now?"
They're lying, back to front, in the bathtub of their hotel room. Joshua is out with Seungcheol. They have all the time in the world, like this.
His heart beats as Seokmin chuckles at his own joke, lathering the shampoo into Soonyoung's newly bleached hair; yellow and bright and so perfect.
"I lied then, though. You know I love you~"
Their legs tangled underneath the water, Seokmin's presence is an overwhelming comfort. Perhaps, it is this light that bursts through the seams, all-pervading, intangible and still present.
Seokmin holds a hand over Soonyoung's heart and kisses his hair.
(He forgets there is shampoo in it.)
(Soonyoung tries to wash it off. There's definitely soap swallowed in the process.)
(Don't tell Seokmin, but Soonyoung would kiss him to remove the alkaline taste of soap from his mouth. Totally not for exploration. They can become alkaline soap-mouthed buds. Best buds'.)