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[REMIX] so this is love?
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Post-Enlistment Reunion, um. protein analogies, me a name i call myself but its you, there are many ways to say the same thing (i miss u. i love u. im better with u.), Fluff, i should write them making out passionately tbh
Permission to remix: Yes
i am pushing the Egg even further… or trying to LOL.... i dont have the metaphorical eye for writing effective metaphors but i do have an understanding of protein? which in this case overlap!
TIL my narrative voice fluctuates a lot (alarming)
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Jihoon spends a borderline obsessive amount of time brushing up on his cooking while waiting for Soonyoung to come home. He flips through his mental catalogue of recipes, many of which Seokmin has taught him, many of which have his emotions melded to it like a gold alloy.
Within it, one thing leaps into Jihoon’s memory, as it always does with his lovers; a constant reminder of the liquid light that they’ve so graciously engulfed him in.
This dish, a humble salmon eggs benedict, is one Soonyoung loves so much that Jihoon had asked Seokmin for a gracious favour: make it for him while I’m away.
On one particularly hard day—after carrying a 40kg deadweight through a twelve kilometre hike—Seokmin had sent a picture of Soonyoung, cheeks stuffed full with love and tenderness. It brought him solace, despite the desire clawing at his heart to wipe away the yolk around the corners of his pink lips, despite the aching of his back and his arms and his body.
Wish you were here, Seokmin says. The heartache grows a little more vivid.
As protein strands in eggs unfurl during heating—his heart relaxes, going limp against the unstoppable force of Seokmin’s warmth. He takes out a slab of salmon—bread in the airfryer in the midst of being toasted to perfection. Soonyoung’s discharge happens at twelve noon today. He prepares the tray of eggs—new, ready to be used for weeks to come.
Hopefully, Soonyoung will be back in time for lunch.
(He is.)
(He calls Jihoon jagiya with the biggest smile on his face when he appears at the door.)
(Of course, he forgets his keys. That's why Jihoon is there—is it not?)
/
It never feels right to watch anime without Seokmin.
He’s the one who asked them three to watch Spy x Family, anyway. Stuck at episode 13, it just never felt correct to continue. Jihoon and Soonyoung try, still, revert to their routine pre-Seokmin; watching animes they watched together with practised ease.
Having experienced a life where Seokmin laughs and cries with them while watching these simple cartoons, however, the lack of it now, leaves a devastatingly empty place where sunshine used to stream in. Intangible sunshine, Jihoon can find anywhere. A certain Lee Seokmin, however, the keeper of gold, is... somewhere unreachable, for now.
Jihoon sends Seokmin a picture of Soonyoung crying to the television, the show on it blurred. (Seokmin's never liked spoilers. Regardless, they'll watch it again, together.) Waiting for u <3 Four more months.
/
Soonyoung forgets Seokmin’s discharge date.
All things considered—choreographing, preparing for the SVT Leaders comeback, variety show appearances, photoshoots, Soonyoung has been tired. Thankfully, Jihoon wakes him up early enough. “Get Guatemalan coffee beans for Seokmin. His discharge time is estimated to be at ten.”
Soonyoung shoots up so quickly it’s almost comical.
“WHAT?!”
[ TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY. ]
Ah. Jihoon can swear the most important things are always forgotten. Like keys to your own house. Or the way Seokmin cooks his eggs just right—the tenderness of the yolk only determined by heart.
Seokmin is barrelled into immediately (by Soonyoung) the second he steps into the door—hair already grown back to its fluffy state from the last time Jihoon saw him.
His sweater paws pat Soonyoung’s head, their bodies relaxing into each others like putty. Jihoon’s eyes are teary himself—who wouldn’t, when a part of yourself finally comes home?
Melded together. Inseparable by physical methods. This is precious golden too: the yolk of the eggs of Seokmin's sunny side ups, Soonyoung's newly dyed hair, Jihoon's heart, bursting with light.
The warm cup of coffee—made with Guatemalan coffee beans and an ounce of love—is clasped tightly in his hands.
“Yeobo! My sexy man, my beloved,” Soonyoung cries in an endless litany, and Seokmin laughs wetly through his tears, through replies of Jagiya, Young, dear. And this—this is love, isn’t it? The name and the person you so easily call love, the reminder, always?
Jihoon thinks about all the names of Seokmin in his heart. The ones they share; yeobo, sexy man, Kyeomza. Love, darling. My partner. My light. What does it amount to?
Seokmin’s sweet voice calls, hopeful and beautiful and everything in between. “Wooza? Is that coffee made by you or by Hoshi-hyung? Did you finally teach him how to use the coffee machine after he split the coffee powder last time?”
(Soonyoung lets out an indignant noise between a sob and a protest, too endeared to smack Seokmin in the face.)
(That's a lie. Soonyoung smacks him with his lips. Jihoon joins soon after.)
/
Coming together again in the way eggs coagulate to solidify, a tone of finality matching the hardened state it becomes, Jihoon wants this love to remain permanent, lying in a bed perfect for the three of them, in the same way an egg takes the shape of the pan.
A king-sized bed was always meant for three, it seems. The novelty of it will never fade.
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p.s: i also need to get off my ass and write more so ❤ thank u for the food for the inspiration to tie this up in one nice bundle. really.
Re: [REMIX] so this is love?
(> The warm cup of coffee—made with Guatemalan coffee beans and an ounce of love—is clasped tightly in his hands.
“Yeobo! My sexy man, my beloved,” Soonyoung cries in an endless litany, and Seokmin laughs wetly through his tears, through replies of Jagiya, Young, dear.
> (Of course, he forgets his keys. That's why Jihoon is there—is it not?)
> As protein strands in eggs unfurl during heating—his heart relaxes, going limp against the unstoppable force of Seokmin’s warmth. He takes out a slab of salmon—bread in the airfryer in the midst of being toasted to perfection. Soonyoung’s discharge happens at twelve noon today. He prepares the tray of eggs—new, ready to be used for weeks to come.)
the egg lives on... the three of them are so endlessly tender, so much light and gratitude held between them <33333 thank you for sharing your protein knowledge!!!