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[FILL] ditto (say it back)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: First Kiss, Unrequited Love, Childhood friends to ???
Permission to remix: Yes!!!
this was just me rambling my boochan thoughts... thank u for the prompt~ i also listened to nwjns ditto obsessively while writing this so it's double inspired!
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It starts like this:
Seungkwan leans forward and presses his lips to Chan’s. For a moment, it’s as if time stands still. Seungkwan and Chan in their shared kitchen, with Seungkwan’s hand balanced on the counter for support and his lips pressed lightly to Chan’s own.
The moment ends – it’s a ghost of a kiss, really, but still, it has Chan reeling.
“Like that?” Seungkwan asks. He is wringing his hands together nervously, eyes flitting everywhere but at Chan. For all of Seungkwan’s bravado, he’s much more timid than people may realise. Choosing to shrink into himself when he feels like he’s doing something wrong, an apology always on the tip of his tongue. Chans inhales deeply – he needs to be calculated about his response, but all he can focus on is Seungkwan. His nervous smile, nervous hands, his lips–
“Yeah," he responds, “just like that.”
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They are friends (maybe), they are not lovers (never will be, Chan thinks). Instead, they are a secret, terrible, third thing.
(Two people who love each other, but not in the same way)
For Seungkwan, it may have begun at that kiss — his first and only kiss. But for Chan, it begins before. He thinks they were friends, at one point in time. Somewhere between meeting Seungkwan and that kiss they shared, they had been close. Seungkwan must think they still are because they still share the routines they’ve shared for years now. They live together, they share the same space and memories.
For Chan, it started on the very first day he met Seungkwan.
When Seungkwan first moved to Seoul and enrolled into the same school as Chan, he went around their kindergarten’s small playground during recess, backpack slung unzipped across his chest. He’d approached Chan with light footsteps and reached into his open backpack, pulling out a beautiful Jeju orange. Full, and too big in his little hands, he’d pushed it into Chan’s own hands.
When Chan was young, when he first met Seungkwan, he loved and was loved by Seungkwan (the exact same way). But Seungkwan, at that young age, loved everyone. His caring hands which nurtured their friendship, and tender hands under which Chan bloomed.
For Chan, it was always Seungkwan — it had to be Seungkwan. But for Seungkwan, it was never Chan.
Not the way it mattered, anyway. It would be many people to him as the years passed, but it never seemed to be Chan.
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Chan reaches forward as Seungkwan pulls away, grabs his elbow and keeps him rooted to the spot.
“Seungkwan-ah,” his voice comes out hoarse and urgent. Seungkwan smiles at him, urging him to go on.
For a moment, one impossible moment, Chan is back at their kindergarten playground — the noise of kids as surround sound, Seungkwan offering him an orange in his too-small hands. But really, it’s Chan taking a piece of Seungkwan’s heart and keeping it for himself.
Chan presses his hands into Seungkwan’s now, his heart bleeds down his sleeves into Seungkwan’s palms.
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st8rgazer on twt!!