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- Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
[FILL] sticks / stones
Major Tags: Mature (non-explicit sexual content)
Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, implied shower sex, character study
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***
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
Jeonghan cannot stand Mingyu.
It is their third anniversary together and they’ve booked a weekend away from the city, in the forest. Today, when they arrived and wandered through their accommodation, Jeonghan came to the realisation that Mingyu gets on his nerves.
(In a way that only people who love each other can.)
They sleep for a few hours, in separate rooms. This too grates on Jeonghan’s nerves, even though he was the one who left the bedroom to nap on the couch. He wishes Mingyu sought him out. Found him on the couch and coaxed him back under the covers, into the warmth of his arms.
(He wishes he could go back to a year ago, when they still held hands inside, and shared touches when no one was around.)
/
In the morning, they take a walk through the forest. Morning dew sticks to the grass and leaves, cushioning their footsteps. Mingyu leads them, half a step ahead.
(Jeonghan wishes he would slow down, slow to a step by Jeonghan’s side. Take his hand and swing it back and forth as they stumbled over broken branches. Talk to him with their arms like a metronome between them)
They stop in front of a pond. There is a boat and rows waiting for them.
(On their first date, they went canoeing. Mingyu was in the canoeing club during his university days, and Jeonghan liked him too much to decline.)
Mingyu coaxes him into agreeing once again, and they row the boat to the middle of the pond. Mingyu starts talking about their first date. How they’ve come so far, it’s already been three years, hyung! Jeonghan hums in response.
As it turns out, the boat has a hole at the bottom. Jeonghan hears the water bubble from where he is sitting. The boat tilts forward, water quickly rushing in as they rush to balance themselves. Mingyu leans back into Jeonghan’s space.
Jeonghan snaps at Mingyu, panicked, “Yah! What are you doing!”
Mingyu giggles, leaning back even further and resting his head on Jeonghan's shoulder.
“I’m trying to balance the boat, hyung.”
(This too irritates Jeonghan. I’m scared that we’re sinking, he wants to yell. Look at me, look at my face. I’m hurting, I’m hurting, I'm hurting.)
/
It’s late in the morning when they get back to their accommodation soaking wet. Jeonghan is tired from the lack of sleep. Spent from wasting so much energy early in the morning. Mingyu totters away from him, still energetic. He’s talking about their plans for the rest of the day — does Jeonghan want to eat brunch instead of lunch and eat an early dinner so they can watch a movie? What movie should they watch, he’s pre-downloaded a few in case the connection here turned out bad.
(Jeonghan didn’t come all the way down to the forest to watch a movie. He wants to have sex instead, somewhere people can’t hear them and they don’t have to worry about being quiet or the downstairs neighbours knocking up their ceiling.)
Jeonghan steps on a branch, it’s a jarring enough sound that Mingyu stops and turns back.
Jeonghan stares at the ground, the branch he just broke and his toes, the new sandals that Mingyu got him for his birthday this year.
“Hyung?”
“I don’t want to,” Jeonghan says to his feet.
This must be a testament to how well Jeonghan knows Mingyu because when he hears the shuffle of Mingyu’s feet, he knows he’s turned to face him, tilted his head to the side like a lost puppy waiting for its owner, even though Jeonghan is still staring at his feet in his new sandals.
When Jeonghan looks up, he finds that he’s right. Mingyu is looking at him, head tilted to the side, eyes wide and lost.
“I don’t want to eat brunch with you,” Jeonghan says, “I don’t want to watch a movie with you.”
He watches Mingyu flinch as if Jeonghan has stuck him across the face.
(I want to eat brunch with you. I want to talk to you and want you to play with my hair and my fingers. I want to watch a movie with you but have it turn into something more as the night goes on. I want to be touched by you. I want to be loved. )
/
The problem is that Jeonghan is good at flinging out words he does not mean. Only because he knows they hurt, a dull ache that will never go away, lodged between the ribs like a knife.
It’s only a matter of who pulls out the knife first.
/
Jeonghan stares at Mingyu, I don’t want to do anything with you, flung into the air between them.
Mingyu clenches and unclenches his hands by his side, eyes searching Jeonghan’s face.
“What’s wrong with you?” Mingyu asks after a while.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. You.
“You could have checked the boat for holes first before you dragged me into it,” Jeonghan says instead.
Mingyu laughs, there’s no humour in it, his hands remain at his side, “Is that why you’re mad? Just because you got a little wet?”
Jeonghan scoffs, gesturing to himself, “You’re calling this a little?”
“Don’t act like you weren’t the one who dragged us out for a walk in the first place, hyung.”
Jeonghan tries and fails to keep his cool. His breaths come out short and stuttered — angry.
“I dragged us out because I wanted to spend time with you!”
It rings out in the silence of the forest. It’s too quiet.
They’ve built this relationship brick by brick.
“Do you even love me anymore, Mingyu-yah?”
It all comes crumbling down.
/
Mingyu showers first. Jeonghan waits in the kitchen, a soggy bowl of cereal in front of him and his clothes sticking to his body like old film.
He’s tired — of yelling out only in his head, but never saying the words out loud. The shower is still running, Mingyu is only just a wall away. There’s nothing stopping Jeonghan.
It takes him a moment to build up his courage to push back the bathroom door and step inside. Mingyu is facing the door as Jeonghan steps in as if waiting for him. Jeonghan strips his clothes off as he walks towards him.
Mingyu doesn’t react even as he stills to a stop underneath the stream of hot water. The water hits his face like rain.
“Mingyu-yah,” Jeonghan says. His voice comes out garbled, punctuated by the water hitting the tiles. Even to his own ears, he sounds desperate. Desperate to hold on to this one thing, even as he feels Mingyu letting go of everything.
(Mingyu is still holding on, Jeonghan knows. He is patient and waiting, willing to wait for Jeonghan to step up by his side, step into the shower with him and grab his arms, begging to be touched and loved.)
“Mingyu-yah, do you still love me?”Jeonghan asks as he runs his hands through Mingyu’s hair. He grabs the grown-out hairs at the base of Mingyu’s neck and hums, “You need a haircut.”
He tilts Mingyu’s head down, brings his forehead to meet his own, “Shall hyung give you a haircut?” He whispers into the sliver of space between them.
Mingyu moves first because there is only so far Jeonghan is able to go by himself. It’s a painful kiss, all teeth and no tongue. Jeonghan reaches up, farther, farther, trying to push himself into Mingyu, grips his hair in one hand and shoulder in the other like a lifeline. Mingyu backs them into the wall of the shower, hands travelling over Jeonghan’s body, running up to his shoulders, and down to his back.
“I want to do everything with you, Mingyu-yah,” Jeonghan whispers when he pulls back.
Mingyu pulls him back in and rests his forehead on Jeonghan’s shoulder.
“Jeonghan-ah, please,” Mingyu mumbles against his skin, lips a tender kiss against the jut of his shoulder, “tell me how you want me to love you.”
Re: [FILL] sticks / stones
some lines that hurt me even more:
(This too irritates Jeonghan. I’m scared that we’re sinking, he wants to yell. Look at me, look at my face. I’m hurting, I’m hurting, I'm hurting.)
-i think my lungs collapsed when i read this. i'm hurting too gosh.
The problem is that Jeonghan is good at flinging out words he does not mean. Only because he knows they hurt, a dull ache that will never go away, lodged between the ribs like a knife.
-HEY WHO LODGED A KNIFE IN MY RIBS
and the ending too. “tell me how you want me to love you.” that is so mingyu and so painfully good i'm deflating. thank you so much for this. it hurts the way gyuhan does and i'm so grateful.
Re: [FILL] sticks / stones