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[REMIX] sunny side up
Major Tags: references to depression
Additional Tags: homecoming, when home is not a place, food as a love language, really stretching this egg metaphor here
Permission to remix: Yeah!
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"When I see the fork pierce through the skin and let out a river of gold on top of steaming rice, suddenly I am overwhelmed with tenderness for all my past selves who woke up with determination each day so I can arrive at that moment, standing barefoot, hip leaning against the counter."
-Marginalia on "Aubade by Yanyi", by T. De Los Reyes
The apartment is still there when Jihoon gets back. He's alone despite everything, time slip-stitching the rest of his members into other corners of the country. He dons a bucket hat and anonymity and hops on the subway, duffle bag looped over his shoulder.
The sky is a gray wash, sunlight peeking out between the clouds like slivers of ginger. So unexpectedly bright. He snaps a photo, sends it to Soonyoung and Seokmin.
Seokmin had barely waited a year after Jihoon and Soonyoung to enlist himself, claiming that he wanted to get it over with sooner. And Jihoon hadn't said anything, not when he was counting the days when he'd make it back to the two of them. But he hadn't wanted Seokmin to see him, either, not the hard days, when he wrapped blue starched sheets around his shoulders and prayed for a broken bone, so that he would not have to rise with the sun.
And so he had talked to the two of them over chat, and rarely in person, taking breaks with them and holding onto the memories like golden coins.
Here is the pearl-cautious center of him. The part of him that loves them but still wraps his wounds in silence.
Soonyoung comes back in two months time. Seokmin ten after. Jihoon's anticipation is so bright it hurts to look at.
Jihoon is pretty sure Seungcheol and Jeonghan had stopped by the apartment before he got there: despite being closed for months, there is no dust to be seen. His fridge, when he checks it, is fully stocked. Maybe it was Seokmin who prompted them to stop by, Jeonghan always weak for Seokmin's pleading. Or maybe they had thought of the gesture themselves, laughing as they imagined his expression, marveling at the clean countertops. The absent consideration lances straight through him. Bright bright bright.
He runs a gentle hand over the back of his head as he contemplates lunch, eventually pulling out a carton of eggs and starting rice. He had shaved his hair one more time before he left. Sentiment, lingering. Jihoon's never been the type to let things go quickly. Split him open like an egg and find that golden-yolk center, that love so tender.
He eats his lunch standing up, and it's good. And it's enough. And he's watching the sunlight inch itself over the sill of their window—their window—and he's taking the first real breath he's had in months.
And just like that, his phone chimes with a message returned.
(please forgive any inaccuracies re: how exiting from the military works)
Re: [REMIX] sunny side up
i have legit shoved my face into my hands im smiling so brightly…
Here is the pearl-cautious center of him. The part of him that loves them but still wraps his wounds in silence.
Soonyoung comes back in two months time. Seokmin ten after. Jihoon's anticipation is so bright it hurts to look at. the motif of brightness and warmth throughout this piece was just so!!!!! YEAH!!!!!! jihoon has this tendency to be quiet but really when you look at him he’s so loud in the actions he performs (his yearning, his laughs, the tendency to cling, acts of service) he is like a little pearl… im going to incorporate this into every version of him i write now thanks for that
oh and when he thinks maybe jeongcheol had stopped by to clean the apartment and stock the fridge T___T CRYING theres no greater act of love i think… plus this paragraph that speaks so well on jihoon’s character/feelings as a whole:
Sentiment, lingering. Jihoon's never been the type to let things go quickly. Split him open like an egg and find that golden-yolk center, that love so tender.
he is so good here i’m so proud of him for trying. they’ll be there soon little guy!!!!! be brave!!!!!
thank u so much for writing. its perfect. and exactly what i envisioned for these three.
Re: [REMIX] sunny side up
your words somehow hang so interestingly (fragmented) (and i mean this in a Positive Way) through this work and really tie up the entire feel of what you were trying to portray... things like (Sentiment, lingering. Jihoon's never been the type to let things go quickly. Split him open like an egg and find that golden-yolk center, that love so tender.) is so brilliant to me...
i always have a soft spot for certain lines i read in fic and that is going to be there... the idea of Lingering is so powerful....... wow. the emotions!!!!!!! are Feeling. wild.
you expanded the egg metaphor so brilliantly. so brilliant so PACKED.... in a way that makes it have... more depth. i just want to hang this on my wall and worship the pure wit behind all the different metaphors. this changed me and so wonderfully so pleasantly im running out of adverbs and adjectives the state of my incoherency is as usual apparent oh man. ohhhhh Man.
i think ive always had a Thing for enlistment fic because of it as an entire process, because of the fact that i am a peculiarly positive person—from the preparation to the sendoff to the reunion it all contains aspects that can be so sweet and so looked into.. and you did just that with this wonderful continuation. thank you so much really... i treasure this all a lot
[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!!!