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i keep turning you over
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: jww and his quiet-intense-stifling yearning, thinking about someone so much they start to live inside you
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
-Sandalwood, Li-Young Lee
[FILL] the candle and the fire
Major Tags: n/a
Additional Tags: non-linear narrative, wonwoo yearns, office au (?)
Permission to remix: please ask
Word count: 667
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wonwoo thinks of his heart as a candle. something changed when he was seventeen. soonyoung took him under his wings in school and soonyoung was as fiery as it can get. his heart was an open fire in the warmest cabin.
wonwoo’s heart feels like a candle.
quiet, gentle. the candle you light up to guide you in the middle of the night.
”careful,” comes seungcheol’s voice and his hand takes wonwoo’s jacket. pulls him further away from the bike lane and closer to him. he knew he was close to the bike lane, but he sticks closer to seungcheol. because now the invitation for proximity is explicit. wonwoo doesn’t have to be nervous about their shoulders touching.
in this moment, it feels like he’s allowed to be close. to seungcheol. seungcheol who sticks to wonwoo’s mind like glue. wonwoo could read the affection as brotherly. the same way seungcheol finds him in the copy room and tells him to come along for a coffee break. in those moments, wonwoo tells himself that he can do the same for seungcheol. he doesn’t of course. it scares him.
“thank you,” wonwoo says once he’s away from the bike lane and he wonders if seungcheol knows. he doubts he knows – it’s brotherly, it’s affectionate. it’s seungcheol taking him under his wing after he saw wonwoo lost in the copy room. it’s that and a few hang outs. it’s lingering as the only two behind at company dinners with wonwoo trying to subtly touch his cheeks and hope the redness on them isn’t evident to seungcheol.
seungcheol is a fire in the woods. he’s not sure when the metaphor started taking hold of his life. in his mind, seungcheol is a fire in the woods. to keep you warm after a long night. to stick to your mind as a warm memory.
even with their boss sitting next to him, wonwoo only saw seungcheol. it’s no wonder really, that now, on the walk, even with the sunset cascading the sky with yellows and pinks, wonwoo still sees seungcheol. it’s also no wonder wonwoo is eating up everything seungcheol says. when he takes the silence in the moment to bring back memories from his childhood where he would bike around their hometown with his family.
wonwoo doesn’t share as much. later that night he considers that it’s out of fear. of slipping up, of saying something so seungcheol finds out.
“is it that bad that he finds out?” minghao asks over a text one night and wonwoo contemplates. he contemplates long enough that he even forgets to reply.
the reply to minghao comes three days later. where wonwoo swipes the text out from the rest of their conversation and tells him that, yes, it would be that bad.
don’t burn yourself, wonwoo tells himself after he bids seungcheol a good night. they’re standing by the bus stop and seungcheol’s bus arrived before his. when wonwoo’s alone with his thoughts while he watches the bus drive away, he wonders if there will be more. more bravery. because there can’t be more yearning.
wonwoo thought that his feelings would ease soon enough. but it feels like someone lit another candle and told him to hold it until it dies.
now, months later, it hasn’t moved. the light stays on, swaying gently with not a centimeter of height lost. wonwoo’s stuck holding it. he wants to test if it’s real, if he touches the fire – will it burn him? he wants to reach over, swipe his palm over it and see if it does anything.
could he kill the fire himself?
or will he stay still, holding it as it continues to light his day?
nothing’s worked yet. so as the bus becomes smaller and smaller down the road, wonwoo tucks his hands into his jacket and contemplates just how long he will sit next to the fire in the woods and hold his candle.
for a long time, he presumes.
and he sighs.
Re: [FILL] the candle and the fire
[FILL]: words unspoken
Ship/Member: wonwoo/mingyu
Major Tags: college-au, wonwoo’s feelings as main character
Additional Tags: minwon as art students!, creative writer student-wonwoo, painting student-mingyu
Permission to remix: Yes
***
The thing about the words you did not let yourself say out loud was that they stayed and built a home inside of you.
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And Wonwoo has a home just for Mingyu.
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There was one time when Wonwoo let one wall of the house crumble down when he blurted out, "I want to write about love."
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They were at their favorite spot on the bench beneath a tree behind the art department building. It was Wonwoo’s favorite at first, but just like every little thing, very little of Wonwoo's is his alone now.
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"But you always write about love," Mingyu had said.
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"The soft kind," another brick fell out, "one about peeling fruits as a love language, warm hands in winter, and all that."
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As if to prove a point, the wind gently blew Mingyu’s hair away from his forehead, and Wonwoo's desire to write about a love so delicate grew. Wonwoo wants to write about caressing someone’s hair without any hesitation and about two people instead of one realizing that friendship was not supposed to feel like this.
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That friends were not supposed to fight a shiver every time they touched.
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That friends were not supposed convince himself over and over again that wanting is enough. It has to be enough.
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That friends were not supposed to have a breakdown on one of his birthdays over his best friend of 10-years' gift. It was not even something extravagant. It was just a painting of them in this exact spot. They were laughing in that painting, and Wonwoo had thought, "Mingyu makes me so happy."
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And Wonwoo had also thought, "I am in love with this man."
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By the time, Wonwoo realized there was a cozy home inside of him for all the times he did not say, “I wish you spend more time with me.” out loud. Wonwoo wondered exactly when did Mingyu become more than his neighbor their moms force to hang out together, who then become Wonwoo’s safe place to now become someone who can break his heart.
Now Wonwoo had to watch Mingyu’s eyes soften, and suddenly the next part was harder to say out loud: "Not just about yearning for it."
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"Sometimes, you talk and write like somebody in love, hyung."
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The admiration in the younger’s voice was never not hard to take in. It was too close to what Wonwoo wanted for himself, but still so far.
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So, Wonwoo said nothing. But he was, he was, he was.
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He listened to Mingyu as he talked about how Wonwoo’s love language must be words of affirmation and how he thought his own must be acts of service.
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Wonwoo listened as Mingyu rambled on, thinking about the irony.
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The thing about the words he couldn’t say out loud to Mingyu is that they at least have a home inside of Wonwoo.