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Prompt:
– 愛人錯過 (Somewhere in time) by 告五人 Accusefive
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– Everything Everywhere All At Once
[FILL] i’ve crashed into you too many times to count
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Additional Tags: soulmates/reincarnation au, eeaou au (kinda), love is sometimes not enough to carry you through all of it and sometimes it leaves you wondering if there is more to it than that, ambiguous ending
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a/n: tbh i am not really sure where this is going in the end but i did think wonhui fit this prompt rly well T__T an exercise in tone/style if you will!! hope you enjoy, and thank you for prompting!
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In spite of everything, it didn’t matter. Maybe it never did.
In spite of everything — despite everything — Wonwoo had Junhui.
There was no escaping some people. Or some ends.
/
In the beginning, Wonwoo was delighted by Junhui. There was nothing like the first life, when everything was new and bright and brilliant, possibility stretching beyond their imagination. Back when there wasn’t a definitive boundary for what was and what couldn’t be. What could never be.
(Imagination runs out. No one ever tells you that. Everything gets old, if you only give it time.)
“I’ll love you forever and ever!” Junhui yelled into the deluge of rain. He looked back at Wonwoo, mouth smiling, t-shirt clinging to his back.
Wonwoo stood under the awning of the restaurant, safe and warm and dry. His mouth was quirked up slightly, small but genuine. He felt the moment stretch on and on and on, confident that the feeling would last.
Forever was a long time. It was their first life. Wonwoo wouldn’t know any better until a little further down the road.
/
It took a while for the magic to wear off. 717 lives, to be exact.
They had cats, dogs, rabbits, ducks. A whole zoo. They lived in cities, cramped apartments, forests, alongside lakes and rivers. Traveled the world, stayed right at home. They had minutes, days, months, years. Centuries. A lifetime of love, and then some more. The memories never stuck with Wonwoo, but the feelings did. They always did.
Wonwoo had lived through every iteration under the sun with Junhui. It was only natural for him to start wondering, Isn’t there anything else?
Wasn’t there anything more?
/
Sometimes loving someone could be used against them. Things like, “Of course I know how you like your soup,” turned into, “Why on earth do you always have to have your soup this way?”
Sometimes loving someone wasn’t enough. Sometimes love drove them to do horrible things. To each other. To other people. With other people as their witness, Wonwoo and Junhui pushed each other to the edge.
A stranger in a bed, young and beautiful and nothing at all like —
A bloodied kiss, whispered apologies, the kiss of a blade pushed through thin weathered lungs —
Countless arguments beating down on a roof until it caved in, cracking them both wide open —
Sometimes love made Wonwoo mean. Sometimes it made Junhui terrible.
The way Junhui liked his soup never changed: spice, a lot of it, tons of it, to the point where it became unbearable.
Wonwoo could not stomach it.
/
They were sitting on their couch, Wonwoo ramrod straight and proper while Junhui was sprawled everywhere all at once, his long limbs askew. It was dark, Junhui’s head pillowed in Wonwoo’s lap. They were a couple dollars short on the electricity bill that month.
“I have you,” Junhui grinned, like they were co-conspirators and it was some grand adventure they planned together, instead of the truth: money was hard to come by and Wonwoo was tired of finding ends that met.
“I have you,” Junhui closed a hand over Wonwoo’s, whose hands remained rigid and stiff with embarrassment. “That’ll be enough.”
Would it?
The only source of light was the flickering of the streetlamp outside — it cast a sickly neon glow over the landscape of Junhui’s features, stretching shadows and elongating other ghosts. Suddenly, Wonwoo found it hard to look at Junhui.
He traced circles instead, silent, wishing for a different life. Wonwoo wondered why he was so unhappy when a version of Junhui existed in every one of his stories for as long as Wonwoo could remember.
“Do you believe in soulmates?” Junhui asked, except he was really asking, Do you believe in us?
Junhui always had this roundabout way of asking questions that endeared Wonwoo until it started to grate on him.
Because that’s what he and Wonwoo were to each other, weren’t they? Soulmates. Tied together with a red string. Fate. Destiny. But how many times could two people be thrown together until they got tired of colliding?
He was starting to wear thin, Wonwoo realized.
“Of course I do,” Wonwoo muttered, a beat too late. He didn’t notice the way Junhui’s expression shuttered close, as if steeling himself.
/
Wonwoo sat and stared at their dinky little laundromat until the sight of it made him sick. All of his failures, actualized. Physical proof of how badly he’d messed up in this life.
“Aren’t you happy?” Junhui tilted his head sadly.
How can I be? Wonwoo wanted to snarl. Look around us! How did I let it come to this?
“I am,” Junhui responded, when Wonwoo took too long to respond. Quietly. Sharply, like the baring of teeth. Or a heart pricked too many times to count.
“I am happy.” Junhui repeated, but the gesture was hallowed out, worn thin. They watched another cycle started up, beating around and around again in circles.
/
“You’re sure this is what you want,” Junhui asked.
Wonwoo nodded once, sharply. He didn’t say anything to hide the trembling question in his throat — Would this make things better? Was this the right thing to do?
Give me a sign, Wonwoo implored silently. I don’t know what to do anymore.
They’d stopped saying I love you a long time ago.
Junhui stared at him, eyes shining. Wonwoo wanted to laugh. Even after all these years, Junhui felt like some unreadable creature to him. There were still depths to explore.
“Okay,” Junhui nodded, impossibly brave. He took a deep breath and exhaled. “I’m letting you go now, Wonwoo.”
/
In this life, Junhui walks past Wonwoo like they have not shared any time at all together. There is nothing that links them together. There is no thread.
But the body remembers.
Wonwoo feels his heart stop beating. He is arrested by the slope of this stranger’s nose, by the broadness of his shoulders, his lithe and lean physique. Before he can think too much about it, Wonwoo’s hand darts out to stop Junhui.
Junhui smiles, but it looks foreign. Too polite. It doesn't burst at the seams, doesn’t explode with warmth. Disappointment rises, although Wonwoo doesn’t quite know why.
“Do I know you?” Junhui asks.
“Sorry to have bothered you,” Wonwoo retracts his hand, heart seizing in his throat. “I thought you were someone else.”
Re: [FILL] i’ve crashed into you too many times to count
Wonwoo stood under the awning of the restaurant, safe and warm and dry. His mouth was quirked up slightly, small but genuine. He felt the moment stretch on and on and on, confident that the feeling would last.
Even though you destroyed me later, this is such a beautiful scene that suits them so well. And The way Junhui liked his soup never changed: spice, a lot of it, tons of it, to the point where it became unbearable. Wonwoo could not stomach it. Just such a good encapsulation of where the story is going. I also adored They watched another cycle started up, beating around and around again in circles. Laundry as a reincarnation metaphor?? Incredible.
I really loved how certain parts of this echoed the movie and also the slightest suggestion that Wonwoo might regret his choice at the end. Really a lovely fic!! <3
Re: [FILL] i’ve crashed into you too many times to count
such a poignant snapshot of a scene. i really like how you portray jun through wonwoo's pov but also offer glimpses outside of that, hinting at an exteriority that we don't fully get to see - but does it even matter, because there are hundreds of universes and wonwoo is wonwoo in all of them?
so glad someone picked up this prompt and built something so full out of it, thank you for sharing!
Re: [FILL] i’ve crashed into you too many times to count