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(Anonymous) 2022-12-26 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)Major Tags: N/A
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Do Not Wants: mcd
Prompt:
[FILL]: it's easy to lie
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: lies, emotional manipulation, gaslighting kind of, loveless relationship, jeonghan lies and lies and doesn't know how to do anything else but lie
Permission to remix: yep go for it
***
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—he laps all of Jeonghan’s words up like food out of a dog bowl, eager to believe in everything Jeonghan tells him, in every little intricacy crafted just for him from Jeonghan’s sharp mind, his lies curling around Seokmin’s wrists like cuffs that keep him tied to Jeonghan’s side.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—if anything, because Seokmin could never recognize the truth, not when all he’s been fed for the entirety of their relationship have been pretty lies wrapped in cotton candy to mask the bitter taste of them and make them easier to swallow.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—especially when he’s the one begging to be lied to, asking questions to Jeonghan that he perfectly knows Jeonghan will have no truthful answers for.
“Will we last forever?” he asks, eyes wide and begging, one knee on the ground, a golden band in a velvet case open in front of Jeonghan’s well-crafted mask of surprise. He found the ring two months ago in the pocket of one of Seokmin’s coats, and now he’s pretending he never saw it before. Just another lie added to the pile. “Will you be my husband?”
“Yes,” Jeonghan says, to both, smiling his pretty smile and forcing his eyes to water by biting on his own tongue. The shiny ring is on his finger, and Seokmin is beaming at him with the force of a thousand suns, eyes crinkling up in delight.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—fuck him at night, in their shared bed, and let I love yous slip through his lips as if they came pouring out of his heart and not forced through gritted teeth in an imitation of real affection, one that faded long ago.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—caress his hair and kiss his forehead, wishing him to sleep peacefully so that he can sneak out of their bed and drown his misery in a glass of soju that he shares with his own reflection and the city lights shining through the windows, flickers of happiness that Jeonghan shapes so that Seokmin’s smile can glisten on his face once more, even if he dies inside, even if his own happiness flickers and turns to dust.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—because inventing a world where they’re happy, where everything is bright and beautiful for them, is easier than admitting that Jeonghan can’t love Seokmin the way he would like to be loved.
“Will you take this man as your husband?” someone asks, a faceless person that Jeonghan doesn’t even look once at, focused as he is at the bright grin on his soon-to-be-husband’s face. It’s easy to lie. “Yes.”
Seokmin kisses him like he always does, with the transport and the abandon of a man lost at sea looking for something to keep him afloat, and Jeonghan catches him before he can fall too deeply, pretending that the dread he’s feeling inside his stomach are butterflies and not the doom of a marriage that feels like a prison before it even begins.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—they hold hands as their friends throw confetti and shouts of joy at them, and it’s so easy to craft a mask of pure happiness on his face, since he’s been doing it for so long, since it’s the only thing Jeonghan is really able to do.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—because all in all Jeonghan is selfish, and he’d rather sacrifice his and Seokmin’s happiness than see him in the arms of someone else.
It’s easy to lie to Seokmin—it’s always been.
Re: [FILL]: it's easy to lie
Re: [FILL]: it's easy to lie
[FILL] worm.
Re: [FILL] worm.
[REMIX] i don't know how to stop i don't know how to (figure eight)
(Anonymous) 2023-02-15 03:21 am (UTC)(link)Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: (vague gesturing) op is ex-catholic sorry; lies lies lies; a foundation of lying:)
Permission to remix: Yes
hi lilli happy early bday my love i got you this dead rat
***
They don’t choose a church because:
a) Neither he nor Jeonghan are religious.
Seokmin was raised in a progressive non-denominational church, the star of the choir despite wanting to throw up every time his solo would come down the wire. He’d met Jeonghan in an audition room and they’d stuck together, so it’s funny. How religion was the thing that actually brought them together in some way.
Funny.
Jeonghan swears up and down that he would catch flame if he ever set foot near a religious institution, you know, the whole gay thing, Seokmin-ah. Any emotional sensitivity is because of religious trauma, so says Jeonghan’s therapist… so says Jeonghan.
His family doesn’t speak to him much because his eomma clung to her rosary like a lifeline, does the sign of the cross when she sees him.
It’s a whole thing, one that Seokmin remembers, peeling Jeonghan off the ground and holding him together. It was a promise he’d made then, when his spine was less steeled, when his heart was still softer.
He wonders if that’s why they’re even still together—because Jeonghan is too scared to be alone. He sees it sometime, when Seokmin lingers at work another hour, considering the flashes of skin, the soft smiles when he indulges his colleagues for drinks at a salon. (“Ah, sajangnim, I have someone at home!” and they wave him off, loyal to his wife, so maybe they’re both… Never mind.)
Genuine concern flashes in his eyes, then smug assurance. Seokmin used to feel a flare of pride at how Jeonghan needed him, but that’s all he is now. A need. Not even a want.
That, and technically b) it’s a commitment ceremony.
Commitment, the one thing that Seokmin can give his—fiancé is technically correct. Friend, only sometimes. Lover, barely. Does he love Jeonghan? In a way. Does Jeonghan love him?
Jury’s still out.
The ring on Seokmin’s finger was his great-grandfather’s. They’d had this love story that he’d seen as aspirational. Married for a million years, died within a couple of months of each other due to the heartbreak.
At the beginning of his relationship with Jeonghan, he’d seen that for them as well. Til the end. Forever and always.
But the thing is, Jeonghan has made a liar of an honest man, and the bitterness that comes with it is vile and sour and copper at the back of his throat.
To have and to hold. Through uncertainty and better or worse. There’s no way it could get worse.
Could it get better? It’s an endless dance with him, one where they’re both trying to lead.
Richer, poorer. Sickness, health.
Through indifference, through talking past each other.
Jeonghan may be lying to Seokmin, but Seokmin knows his lies are to save face.