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Prompt:
[FILL] i wouldn't ask you
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Junhui runs into Wonwoo in the stairwell of his apartment building. “Oh,” he starts out of surprise. “What are you doing here, Wonwoo-yah?”
Wonwoo looks down at him from where he’s standing on the higher step. “Mingyu’s overseas for a fashion show.” He descends another. “You were messaging me about having hotpot for dinner.” One more, and Wonwoo’s on the stair directly above his. From this vantage point, Junhui can see just how badly his glasses need to be cleaned off. “You even invited me over.”
“I did, didn’t I?” he admits sheepishly, declining any outright mention of how Wonwoo left him on read. Junhui held out for about an hour before kicking the blanket and sulking over to the grocery store, hauling back enough ingredients for two. Speaking of which – they really were beginning to put a strain on his arms.
Wonwoo smiles and pries the heavier bag from his grasp. “You did,” he reassures, turning to climb up the stairs again, “so take responsibility.”
***
Jeonghan declared one time when they were on the subject of relationships: “Wonwoo needs to date someone who can take care of him.”
Wonwoo laughed in return, “What do you mean by that?” But Junhui could tell he was slightly put off by the whole assessment. “Of course it’s nice that we all know each other so well,” Wonwoo had said when Junhui had consoled him about it once, crouched in a hotel hallway next to the vending machine, “but it’s a lot sometimes, you know?”
Junhui had furrowed his brow while trying to find the words to relate. “It’s like… if Woozi said ‘Moon Junhui can fly!’ one day, and the next day I could. Then how would I know if I had the ability to fly all along, or if that only came to be because Woozi said it into existence?”
There was a twinkle in Jeonghan’s gaze from across the table. “Wonwoo can be very particular,” to which Wonwoo himself scoffed.
“We could put together a guide,” suggested Junhui later when he and Wonwoo had drawn the lots to clean up. He shot Wonwoo an appeasing grin and elbowed him from where he was rinsing the dishes. “This is how to care for your Jeon Wonwoo,” he tried in a deep announcer voice. Only in hindsight did he realize it didn’t match the tone of the content well at all.
Wonwoo shook his head. “Don’t you think –” he began. Junhui noted that he was using the wrong side of the sponge to scrub the kettle, but didn’t dare comment any further. “Isn’t the entire point of love figuring that part out yourself?”
Beside the humming vending machine, back in that hotel halfway across the world: “Sometimes you just don’t want to be that seen,” Wonwoo tried to explain as simply as he could. He laid his head against his forearms and looked at Junhui then, square on. “At least not by everyone.”
***
A piece of tofu skin slips from Wonwoo’s chopsticks and back into the pot. “I’m sorry,” he says as Junhui swipes at the droplets of broth that hit his cheek.
Junhui reaches for a tissue but ends up knocking over the packet from the table. “Jeon Wonwoo – you!” he jokingly threatens as Wonwoo makes a dive bomb to catch it before it can hit the floor.
When he surfaces back from underneath the table, Junhui’s already fishing out another helping of beef into Wonwoo’s bowl. “I’m sorry about that too,” clarifies Wonwoo while watching Junhui place more cabbage into the soup, “But what I really meant was not replying to you sooner.”
Junhui pauses from where he’d been stirring to look at him. “So out of the blue?” he laughs self-consciously.
“You were thinking of me,” Wonwoo continues, still clenching that pack of tissues. His glasses were fogging up again from the steam. They really did need to be cleaned. “I don’t want you to mistake me for taking advantage of your consideration.”
“Eyyy. You know I wouldn’t have those kind of thoughts about you. And we’ve known each other for so long, anyway.”
“That’s when it matters the most, don’t you think?” Wonwoo averts his eyes to his rice bowl, filled to the brim once more. “Being honest with each other?”
Junhui mulls it over carefully. “Maybe for you, because you’re good with words,” he concludes. “But for me, the silence is okay. I think I know how you feel. In most moments, at least.”
Wonwoo finally sets down the tissues and picks up the tongs instead. “It’s easy to say many useless things when words come so readily.”
“You aren’t the type to say things frivolously, though.” Seungkwan explained the word to him a month ago, and now Junhui couldn’t stop dispatching it at every opportune moment. Frivolously, again? he’d laughed the last time Junhui used it, unbearably fond.
Wonwoo was back to battling with that tofu skin, better equipped this time. “You’re too earnest for your own good, Junnie,” he notes, so focused on getting leverage that his own sincerity could’ve gone largely unnoticed. “I must look like a bad person in comparison.”
Junhui tries to imagine Wonwoo as a cackling villain in a movie while pulling a couple of tissues from across the table. “You’d never be a bad guy.” For one, not with those clouded-over glasses.
Wonwoo clicks his tongue and emerges victorious with the tofu skin at last. He places it into Junhui’s empty bowl with a soft smile, like the first rays of sunrise haloing an otherwise dark horizon. “There you go again with that earnestness.”
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my favorite jun-isms:
- Junhui held out for about an hour before kicking the blanket and sulking over to the grocery store, hauling back enough ingredients for two.
- Junhui had furrowed his brow while trying to find the words to relate. “It’s like… if Woozi said ‘Moon Junhui can fly!’
his childish and sometimes simplistic mannerisms paired with his earnest desire to affirm and comfort jww :_) i really love the flying analogy LOL.
and i really like this line:
“Isn’t the entire point of love figuring that part out yourself?” cause i relate to that too: you wouldn't want someone to just be told what kind of person you are, you want them to put effort and intention into knowing you. i love how that ties into these lines:
“Sometimes you just don’t want to be that seen,” / “At least not by everyone.” || “Maybe for you, because you’re good with words,” he concludes. “But for me, the silence is okay. I think I know how you feel. In most moments, at least.” jun being able to understand ww is so nice (hearts around face emoji)
when i read this at first i forgot to check what the prompt was i'm sorry ;__; and knowing now what it's based on i think it shines even more as a reflection on junnie's character and his thoughtfulness... thank you ♡ :D