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where did you say we came from?
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: make it as sad/angsty as you want, i'd appreciate an open/ambigous ending but it's not a must
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Prompt:
– Film Credits, Club Kuru
[FILL] let it be me
Major Tags: waking up from a dream where u are married to your roommate
Additional Tags: N/A
Permission to remix: Please ask
Soonyoung won’t stop letting the cat onto the kitchen counter. He says it’s because it’s where the cat wants to be, natural instincts dictating his actions.
Wonwoo watches Soonyoung cook, something too-spicy and bright red and possibly inedible, and he watches the cat watch Soonyoung from his perch on top of the toaster oven.
He had offered to help Soonyoung, but Soonyoung told him to just do the dishes after and they’d be good.
He’s only wearing underwear and an apron. He looks stupid, he’ll probably burn his nipple off or something. God, Wonwoo loves him so much.
The love moves through him, controlling his body for him, and then he’s up and crossing the kitchen.
Wonwoo buries his nose in Soonyoung’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his middle.
“Oh! Hi,” Soonyoung says, worming his way deeper into Wonwoo’s grip until he’s too far from the stove to really cook right. He smells nice, like pepper and broth. Wonwoo breathes in deeply, pressing his face into Soonyoung’s warm skin. “Are you hungry?”
Wonwoo bites his shoulder, making Soonyoung scream. “Not me! The stew!”
Wonwoo replaces his bite with a kiss, talking into Soonyoung’s skin when he says, “Turn the stove off.”
“Hmm?”
“Turn the stove off, I want to…”
Soonyoung hums, his body swaying in Wonwoo’s arms. “It’s almost done, can’t you wait?”
“Only wanna taste you,” Wonwoo murmurs. “No stew-mouth.”
“You and stew are my favorites,” Soonyoung says, leaning forward to stir the pot. “I’ll taste both and be happy.”
Wonwoo hooks his chin over Soonyoung’s shoulder and kisses his neck, behind his ear. He pulls back and it’s like he can see the goosebumps on Soonyoung’s arms, the hair standing up.
“Ah,” Soonyoung sighs, “Okay, okay, okay, let’s—“ He turns in Wonwoo’s grip, hands coming up to cup his cheeks, and pulls him in for a sweet kiss.
Wonwoo wakes up.
He must have gotten hot overnight. His blankets are clotting at the end of his bed—his twin bed where he sleeps alone, with only a wall separating him and Soonyoung.
Soonyoung. His roommate.
Fuck. Wonwoo rubs his eyes, not ready to put his glasses on and face reality.
Next door, there’s a thump and then a grunt and Wonwoo wonders if Soonyoung fell out of bed again. Usually he thinks it’s funny, and it is funny, but today the image of Soonyoung, sleepy-eyed and sprawled on the floor, fills his chest with liquid gold.
Oh, this is not good. Wonwoo tries to calm his heart, beating out of his chest, and fails spectacularly.
It felt so real. He felt so warm.
The cat scratches at his door, begging for food. That felt real too—Soonyoung really does always let him on the counter. Soonyoung really does only know how to make kimchi jiggae. Soonyoung really does wear an apron over his underwear.
Nothing about that dream was a fantasy, except for the part where Wonwoo kissed him, bit him, tasted his skin. Held him.
He’s never thought about that before. Honestly, he’s never seen Soonyoung like that in his head. They’ve been around each other so long, lived together for so many years. Wonwoo just figured it would have happened by now, if it was going to happen. And when it didn’t, he took that as a sign.
It feels different now. Wonwoo doesn’t know where to be in his own body, what parts of himself to fill out. He gets up, feeling both too big for his room and so small he could get lost in the carpet. Outside, Soonyoung is already in the kitchen, slamming cabinets and putting metal utensils back in the drawer.
Wonwoo is scared to go out there. What if he wants to kiss him?
He makes a detour in the bathroom, splashing some water on his face and staring at himself in the mirror. He looks the same, bedhead and all. There’s a pimple forming on his upper lip. He forgot to wash his face after eating last night.
He opens the bathroom cabinet and spies his face wash next to Soonyoung’s. His moisturizer next to Soonyoung’s. His pimple patches, his serum. They share the same toothpaste because Soonyoung has a lot of toothpaste opinions and Wonwoo doesn’t care, only wants to save money. For Christmas last year Soonyoung bought them matching face wash headbands, tiger ears and cat ears. The two fuzzy piles are tangled together in the cabinet.
One time Soonyoung broke his toothbrush and they shared one, just for a night. At the time it was funny. Now it’s like another nail in the coffin.
Wonwoo can’t keep spiraling like this. The sight of their toothbrushes pointed at each other like they’re about to kiss can’t make him panic. He escapes the bathroom with his life.
Something in the kitchen smells good. Wonwoo rounds the corner with trepidation, expecting to see Soonyoung’s wide shoulders and narrow waist fully bare in the dying morning light. Thankfully, Soonyoung’s in a sweatshirt and he’s not at the stove, but sitting at their tiny table with a bowl of cereal perched in one hand, the other scrolling on his phone. Soonyoung watches Instagram reels at a volume that offends everyone in the building. Wonwoo listens to the first one second of several different songs before stepping fully into the kitchen and trying to be normal.
“Morning,” he says, his voice weird. Fuck. Okay.
“Hi,” Soonyoung says, not looking up from his phone. Wonwoo wants him to look, suddenly. “Can you still grab some milk on your way home? I used the last of it, sorry.”
“Yeah,” Wonwoo says. “Yeah, I can do that for you.”
“It’s your milk too,” Soonyoung reminds him, putting his phone down to take a huge bite of cereal. It’s only ever Frosted Flakes. “Sorry again. I was planning on eating something else.”
“No, it’s okay,” Wonwoo says. Look at me, he thinks. “I’ll grab something on the way. Did you cook something?”
Soonyoung flushes and looks at Wonwoo for the first time today. Wonwoo breaks out into a cold sweat. “I was trying to make bacon. But it had other ideas.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” Wonwoo says. “At least the fire alarm didn’t go off again.”
“Ha-ha. Yeah, yeah,” Soonyoung grimaces and goes back to his cereal. Wonwoo tries his best to act normal as he opens the fridge. It’s bare and empty. He snags the last yogurt drink from the 3+1 deal they took advantage of and downs it in two seconds.
The cat hops up on the kitchen table and Soonyoung coos. “Hi baby, hi!”
“Don’t let him on the table, Soonyoung,” Wonwoo chides.
Soonyoung strokes the cat’s chin and says, “He likes to be tall. Right? Right? Oh, you’re cute. You’re my cute boy.”
Wonwoo can’t control the force of his feelings. He literally might stagger, his legs going a little weak. All this, over a dream? Wonwoo feels sick.
The worst thing is, it doesn’t go away. The feeling. Wonwoo floats to work, barely paying attention to anything. He helps a couple customers with restarting their computer, leaning over them, and thinks of Soonyoung. He takes some food orders and thinks of Soonyoung. He gives his coworker the keys before he leaves and thinks of Soonyoung.
This can’t last. Surely it can’t last. Surely he’ll go to bed tonight and have a dream where Soonyoung is his teacher and gives him an F and makes him cry and it’ll be back to normal.
He tells himself that as he curls up in bed, kicking off his socks. It’ll all be over soon.
He falls asleep.
In his dream, Soonyoung is cooking stew.
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Really adored the way you captured their relationship as well as their characters. Soonyoung wouldn't keep falling out of bed if he had someone holding him every morning when he woke up!! Just a suggestion, your honour...
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(Anonymous) 2022-12-28 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] let it be me
[FILL] worm.