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my boy builds coffins
(Anonymous) 2024-12-30 01:31 am (UTC)(link)Major Tags: Temporary Character Death
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: N/A
Prompt:
[FILL] my boy builds coffins
Major Tags: temporary character death, nsfw, implied minor character death
Additional Tags: implied asphyxiation, superpower-ish au
Permission to remix: Yes
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Hansol’s throat starts working again three months after he wakes up.
They’ve started thinking that perhaps he’d never talk again. It’s not as scary as it sounds. He’s never been much of a talker even before, and Chan has always been good at understanding non-verbal cues.
Today Chan passes him his headphones after Hansol’s done putting his shoes on, and it slips out of his mouth on instinct.
“Thanks, Chan.”
The headphones fall to the ground. Chan looks at Hansol like he’s been stricken.
Hansol decides not to say anything again.
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His memory is a little fuzzy, and no one seems willing to fill in the blanks.
They treat him just fine. A little too delicate, maybe, but nothing he can’t deal with. He’s no longer allowed to be on the front lines for missions—which is understandable, considering—but it’s not like a healer like him was ever expected to do that anyway, so.
The agency sends people his way, Hansol fixes them up. Same old, same old.
It's been one stranger after another lately. That’s good, he figures. It means the people he knows aren’t getting hurt. But he hasn’t seen anyone from his team ever since he woke up—Jisoo, Seungkwan, Seokmin, all of them—and the pang in his heart feels like yearning.
Chan drops by sometimes, if only to keep Hansol company.
He talks about his day, his mission. He rants about the agency and clocking extra hours. He talks about overpriced food in the company cafeteria.
He never talks about the team.
And Hansol never replies, because it doesn’t seem like Chan ever really wants him to, so he lets Chan find comfort in the silence.
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Chan has always been a little too eager, a little too enthusiastic, but Hansol doesn’t remember him ever being deliberately rough.
Maybe he needs it now. Maybe he needs to go hard to make it feel real. Maybe he just needs to drown everything out.
Sex is the only time Chan doesn’t flinch at Hansol’s voice. Chan yearns for it, even, fucks him hard until Hansol’s muted, choked gasps becomes moans. Sometimes Chan’s hands hover over his neck, wraps around it, and Hansol knows he considers, knows the pauses mean something, but he never goes through with it.
Once, he comes close, the weight of his palms pressing on Hansol’s throat as he thrusts inside.
“Sometimes I wish we never met,” he whispers, and the cold honesty pierces through Hansol as he claws at his back.
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(“You didn’t have to bring me back,” Hansol says to him quietly, after.
Chan lets out a bitter, despondent laugh. “I’ll always choose you.”)
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“I would’ve done the same.”
“You wouldn’t,” Chan tells him, “not for anything in the world.”
Hansol lets out a soft breath, hugging his knees to his chest. “You don’t know that.”
Chan scoffs. “I know you,” he says, “the same way I know you’ll lie to me if it makes me feel better.”
“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Chan-ah.”
Chan doesn’t look at him. He never looks at Hansol anymore, when it comes to things that matter. “You were always stronger than me.”
Hansol doesn’t ask. A life for a life, a love for a love. The same way pain seeps into Hansol’s entire being when he takes away pain.
Hansol doesn’t ask whose blood Chan stained his hands with to bring Hansol back.
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Hansol lets out a soft breath, hugging his knees to his chest. “You don’t know that.” // Chan scoffs. “I know you,” he says, “the same way I know you’ll lie to me if it makes me feel better.”
SICKENING… hansol’s passivity vs chan clearly wracked with guilt, and the relationship he gave up everything for slowly crumbling because of it. there are so many questions left at the end that i still can’t forget this au three weeks after first reading it. thank you for sharing!