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[FILL] as that hollow moon
â¨Major Tags: N/Aâ¨
Additional Tags: hooking up with your best friendâs pseudo-ex, non-explicit sex, minwon roommatesâŚbut not in the way you thinkâ¨
Permission to remix: Yes
op I don't know if this is in any shape or form what you had in mind but um. it took a life of its own. sorry?
It is terrible to desire and not possess, and terrible to possess and not desire.
â W. B. Yeats.
âHey.â
âHi.â
Wonwoo placed his palm flat against the wall, intrigued. Months ago, having been ensnared in the irresistible net of Mingyuâs persuasion, Wonwoo had granted his roommateâs boyfriend the privilege to come and go as he pleased. Jeonghan had their door codeâhe could have used it if he wanted to.
âMingyuâs not here,â Wonwoo prompted when Jeonghan did nothing but stare at him.
âI knew that,â Jeonghan waved a dismissive hand. âIâm here to see you.â
He arched an eyebrow, a wordless me? Jeonghan nodded and gave him a crooked smile.
âWe were friends first, you know.â Expectation turned Jeonghanâs irises a shade lighter. âDoes Mingyu have to get you in the divorce just because you two live together?â
Wonwoo supposed not.
So he said, âCome on in.â
Having had no intention to discuss what happened with Mingyu, Jeonghan immediately ransacked the cabinet under the TV and tossed one of Wonwooâs controllers at him. Out of respect, Wonwoo indulged him in a game of Mario Kart.
Last Friday, he came home to the unpleasant aftermath of a fight. A proper one, judging by Mingyuâs clenched fists and Jeonghanâs crimson nape. Wonwoo took one look at them and chose to pay the price of an immediate retreat: nescience. He never enjoyed being an audience to a lover's spat. Ironic, considering arguments were far from the most intimate affair of theirs he had taken part in.
Wonwoo heard them fucking, too, and often.
He never brought up the topic, but Mingyu would tiptoe into the kitchen mid-noon the next day and do a poor job of feigning embarrassment. Did you hear us? Nope. Hyung. I didnât. Sorry if you did. I didnât, Mingyu-yah. Okay, Wonu-hyung, if you say so. Jeonghan never bothered trying. We used ropes for the first time and he got really into it. Ah, did he? Yeah. Wonungie, do we have eggs in the fridge? Every time, Wonwoo anticipated one of them to call him out: you know, we heard you too. And every time, his choked-out moans of their names, spilt at the precipice of his release, remained an unaddressed elephant for a while longer.
The morning after his fight with Jeonghan, Mingyu had announced, âWe broke up for good,â apropos of nothing.
Wonwoo looked up, fingertip tracing the rim of his half-empty coffee cup. âIâm sorry to hear that.â
Mingyu tsked and pushed back his chair, its feet producing a cacophonous harmony as they flayed the floorboards. Ah, he's thinning our deposit bond, Wonwoo thought, staring at the friction marks. The horrible song persisted as Mingyu stomped to his room and slammed the door shut. Wonwoo finished his coffee and lay down on the couch. The cushion smelled of Jeonghanâs shampoo.
He turned on his stomach. Pressed his face against the velvet. Inhaled.
Jeonghanâs golden strands tickled Wonwooâs jaw as he charted a new path down his neck. Ten minutes ago, when Jeonghan had stopped the game unprompted, Wonwoo turned towards him on instinct, a question ready to launch from the tip of his tongue. Jeonghan had robbed him of his coherence when he greeted Wonwoo lips first. Wonwoo wouldnât trust his own testimony of what happened between then and now.
âThis doesnât have to mean anything,â Wonwoo proposed breathlessly as Jeonghan worked open his buttons.
Jeonghan wrenched away. âOf course it means something,â he argued heatedly, lips the colour of lust. âIt has to.â
His intensity stunned Wonwoo. Flames danced in Jeonghanâs eyes, so scintillating they could almost be mistaken as true passionâexcept Wonwoo tasted spite when Jeonghan swiped his tongue over the back of his teeth. Who did he want the act to hold meaning for? Wonwoo wondered. The people in this room, or the person absent?
âYouâre so good, Wonungie,â Jeonghan praised sweetly. His honey voice morphed into an acerbic whisper when he claimed, âso much better thanââ
Wonwoo silenced him before Jeonghan had the chance to finish his sentence. Upon separation, Jeonghan laughed and buried his delight into the hinge of Wonwooâs jaw. Wonwoo stared at a photograph of Mingyu over his bare shoulder, mouthing at the constellation of freckles gracing the bony edge. They couldâve been friends, he and Jeonghan. They were friends before Wonwoo introduced him to Mingyu. Before Mingyu asked Wonwoo out on a date and Wonwoo turned him down. Before Mingyu showed up short of two weeks later with an arm around Jeonghanâs waist. If someone were to question who was in the middle of who and who, Wonwoo wouldnât be able to give them a straight answer.
âMaybe you wouldâve been better in everything else, too.â
Wonwoo sincerely doubted that.
âHey.â
âHi,â Wonwoo leaned against the door.
Jeonghan looked at him through those lashes that had swept over the arch of Wonwooâs shoulder. âIs Mingoo here?â
He nodded.
âMingyu-yah?â Wonwoo sung.
âYes, hyung?â
Recognising the direction from which Mingyu's answering verse had come, Jeonghan fixed his gaze at a distant spot behind Wonwoo. When he got up to answer the door, Wonwoo had left Mingyu spread-eagled on his bed, steam billowing from his post-shower skin, body hot to the touch. He was scrolling through his Instagram's saved posts in search of a restaurant he wanted to try with Wonwoo tonight.
âSomeoneâs here to see you."
Wonwoo stepped aside and let Jeonghan in.
Re: [FILL] as that hollow moon
Re: [FILL] as that hollow moon
Jeonghan never bothered trying. We used ropes for the first time and he got really into it. Ah, did he? Yeah. Wonungie, do we have eggs in the fridge? i'm so normal about this. i considered writing this into my own fill because a jeonghan giving up control to keep the upper hand can be so special to me.
there is just so MUCH here and ripe with implication that i feel a little nuts.
Re: [FILL] as that hollow moon
"jeonghan giving up control to keep the upper hand" you just Get It. you Get It so bad.
[REMIX] if i can't have you, no one should
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Yoon Jeonghan, flatmates
Permission to remix: Yes
wc: 600+
A/N: vee.. *shakes fist*
***
Mingyu tastes like summer and the honeycomb latte he had toyed with hours earlier when Wonwoo finally kisses him in the back of the car.
Itâs far too public and dangerous than Wonwoo dares to go usually, but the person driving is a friend of a friend of a friendâwhich is to say someone who Wonwoo has gamed with maybe twice in his lifeâand well, Wonwoo wants to cross the line today.
When youâre going back on your own words, turning a guaranteed no into an insistent, undeniable yesâyou might as well go fucking big.
*
They stand hip to hip on the elevator up to their apartment and maybe itâs silly that they donât take the chance to kiss now that theyâre all alone, but Wonwoo knows that with Mingyu half the battle is won in getting him tense in all the right ways.
Living together has left little to the imagination and they almost know each other too well as flatmatesâbut not like this.
Thereâs a strange thrill to merely letting their knuckles brush against each other instead of reaching out; something entirely unfamiliar about their reflections on the elevator door that tells him perhaps they donât know each other at all.
*
Predictably, Mingyu pushes him against the door the second it shuts behind them and Wonwoo welcomes it: the push, the pressure, the moment before their lips touch when theyâre breathing each other in.
Mingyu kisses him unabashedly, no awkward attempts at hiding how much he wants Wonwoo and Wonwoo doesnât care if itâs fucked upâall he can think about is the intensity of that very first time Jeonghan kissed him.
How much of Mingyu is in Jeonghanâs kisses and how much of Jeonghan in Mingyuâs heâll probably never be able to tell but to know their imprints on each other is enough.
It surprises him to realise how much he wants to be the only one to ever find out.
*
With Mingyu spread out underneath him on his bed, Wonwoo takes a moment to trail his nose down from Mingyuâs neck to his own pillow and inhale, slow and deep.
Mingyu turns his head and bites Wonwooâs earlobeâharder enough that Wonwoo gasps.
âYouâre fucking me, not him.â Mingyu says.
Wonwoo captures his lips before heâs done speaking and doesnât relent until theyâre both breathless and spit-slick messy.
âAnd youâre fucking meâŚnot him.â Wonwoo grinds down on Mingyu, as he replies, bare skin against bare skin at last.
Wonwoo remembers only too well what the last person that laid on his sheets looked likeâand clearly, Mingyu does tooâbut the thought stays at the back of his mind.
Crawling down the length of Mingyuâs body, leaving little teasing bites as he goes, he has more pressing things to tend to: having something he unwittingly craved laid out for him to see and touch, when all this while the only thing he could do was listen in.
âHyung,â Rings out loud and pleading when Wonwoo puts his mouth on Mingyu, fingers coming to tangle in Wonwooâs short black strands only too naturally.
Neither of them makes the mistake of taking any wrong names that night.
*
Was it intentional, what they both did before they could get to this point? Or were they just casualties of someone elseâs game?
If someone asked him later, he would claim he doesnât remember.
But in the morning when he wakes to Mingyu straddling his hips, sunlight cast over his ribs as they rippled under Wonwooâs touch, there is the distinct smell of a successful exorcism in the air.
Until the ghost rings the doorbell, of course.
[REMIX] won't apologize to nobody
(Anonymous) 2023-02-08 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: motive and mind games; yoon jeonghan, self-designated getalong dick
Permission to remix: Yes
***
"You should stop playing with them, you know."
Jeonghan makes an acknowledging sound, though his laser focus is on a loose string hanging from the cuff of his sweater. The seam unravels, but the form holds shape. How fortunate he is to know someone who can sew.
"Hyung."
Seungkwan is frowning when Jeonghan finally looks up from his sleeve, drink still untouched. He supposes the gaze is meant to be fixing, to be stern. Worry leaks through.
Jeonghan smiles, genuine. "Don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing."
/
For as long as Jeonghan has known Wonwoo, he's been like this: dangle a shiny new toy in front of him and he'll feign disinterest. He'll agonize and worry and build up monuments in his mind, though he'll never make the first move.
They're polar opposites in this way: who would prefer nescience to knowing?
It was like that with the apartment, the roommate. You can't want something too much or it'll fall apart. He'd never said about Mingyu, about where they'd fallen, but it's not rocket science to figure out when you're the rebound.
Jeonghan had seen the end of it all from a mile away. Posture, silence. The way they'd both tiptoed around each other when Jeonghan had let himself in, languished on the couch while waiting for Wonwoo to disconnect himself from a call. How to tip the first domino, to shake up the room.
He collects the awkward pauses and fills the empty space with himself.
Fortuitous, that Jeonghan catches the lingering gaze on their joined hands when they emerge as an us the following morning.
"Congratulations." Wonwoo sounds stiff. "I'm happy for you both."
/
The thing about friendships is that you choose the friendship over all else.
Once that door is open, it cannot be shut.
/
Jeonghan stands at the threshold of Wonwooâs door, staring down at Mingyu. He hasnât noticed him yet, though the familiar flush to his skin suggests that what came to transpire is recent enough that he could probably taste him in Mingyuâs mouth.
Wonwoo makes no moves to explain, though Jeonghan shrugs, as if to say what else is there to say?
When he turns for the door, Mingyu's voice calls out like a bell.
âHyung?â There's no doubt in who that is for. Thereâs the alarm, flickering high like a flame.
There never was an endgame that readily involved him.
Jeonghan prefers it this way.
Re: [REMIX] won't apologize to nobody
Re: [REMIX] won't apologize to nobody
Re: [REMIX] won't apologize to nobody
just. the way you dissect wonwoo from jeonghan's eyes. your immaculate, exquisite jeonghan voice. I thought about this recently but there have been times when I'd feel intimidated writing from someone's pov since I've read another writer do it with so much knowledge and love and skill so nothing I attempt would ever come close - when it comes to jeonghan... this is you. argh.
Once that door is open, it cannot be shut. gawwwwdddd you always know how to leave an impact!! (and me breathless. heh.)
the entire last scene I'm not sure what coherent sentences I can even string. I've given the screams in my head time to die down but they haven't.
There never was an endgame that readily involved him.
Jeonghan prefers it this way.
[SCREAMS] [CUT SCENE] [I GET DRAGGED OFF THE STAGE]
Re: [REMIX] won't apologize to nobody
Re: [REMIX] if i can't have you, no one should
again, with making me chuckle at the cough additional tags. Yoon Jeonghan being there feels like an inside joke.
the opening!!!! gets me all tensed in the right ways - maybe I'm as easy as Mingyu with Wonwoo when it comes to your writing. whatever. I'll plead guilty. just the anticipation of it all... not knowing when the wave would finally break, only to have the punch delivered straight to my gut here: [...] Wonwoo doesnât care if itâs fucked upâall he can think about is the intensity of that very first time Jeonghan kissed him. ARGUHHHGUGHHHH you're insane. I'm insane. I love this wonwoo so much. I kiss your brain. like. It surprises him to realise how much he wants to be the only one to ever find out. GOD!!!!
I don't even :) want to go into :) the next scene. idk. I want to know what goes on inside their heads. the acknowledgement that there's someone else in the bed with them even when they're alone. uuuum. and also [...] when all this while the only thing he could do was listen in. my brain is mush......
and of course. the last two sentences are just! genius! then again, you are genius. enough so that I shall thank you for ruining my life.