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[REMIX] juvenile in love
Major Tags: mention of adult/student relationship
Additional Tags: Cram School AU, one sided academic rivalry, a healthy teaspoon of manipulation
Permission to remix: Yes
not quite a pure remix as it's not in the same universe but work does inhale the same gyuhan fumes
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You see, Mingyu would not have cared about Yoon Jeonghan even as he was beloved by everyone else. It was not Mingyu’s nature to worry about other popular people in circles outside of himself. It was energy efficient this way, pragmatic. Either they drew towards Mingyu in inevitable orbit, or their existence never mattered.
Yoon Jeonghan made himself known, embedded his name like a missile in the soft earth of Mingyu’s belly.
It was an ordinary night, one of those that would have easily slipped into memory as part of an amalgamation of nights, forgotten in its regularity. Mingyu was studying early at the hagwon, accelerating through next week’s homework while curled on the stairwell. Booklet in lap, shoulder against metal. His pencil had hovered over the same question for at least fifteen minutes, possibilities and paths drawn and erased, created and destroyed. It was a pentagon inside a circle, a proof of an equation. Mingyu had sat there until could feel his bones through his ass, mind dry, waiting like a pilgrim for angelic intervention. That was always the case with circle geometry, you didn’t get it until it hit you like a divine epiphany. Mingyu hated it.
“You gotta stop thinking about it as triangles and arcs.”
“Excuse me?” Mingyu looked up. There was a boy standing over him on the step above, hands in his pockets and long hair draped like ghost.
“Question 16 right? Circle Geo,” the boy said. Mingyu could hear the gum in his mouth as he spoke, how it rounded every word as his tongue made space for it. Somehow made the boy cooler for it, “There’s other shapes there. Quadrilaterals.”
“Quadrilaterals…” Mingyu looked back at the diagram, watching the same lines and curves rearrange themselves in his head with meaning, “Oh, opposite angles in cyclic quadrilaterals! The shared side— equivalency—the sine rule—and then—” Mingyu looked up, but the boy was already gone.
Mingyu had already known his name. Yoon Jeonghan. It was impossible not to.
Jeonghan’s name was always the noticeboard, always ranked in the top 5 for the weekly tests in Mathematics II and English. There was always a picture of him every term with the hagwon’s principal and a gift card for topping the course. And there was always a group of students around him like he was their capo and they were his consiglieri, a mafia of try-hards.
Jeonghan voice was soft but his presence magnetic, every day after that night, Mingyu’s eyes found Jeonghan first whenever he walked into the hagwon. Looked for him when he walked past the third year classroom, lingered as he used the vending machine just to see his choice and then buying the same drink. Studied to be on the noticeboard so that his name was a ruler away from Jeonghan’s, wondering if Jeonghan read past his grade, past his own name. Waited after class, talking to the receptionist, copying answers for the exact duration needed for Mathematics II to finish, for Jeonghan to walk out, and then to scurry behind the crowd like a sheepdog, distant enough to be invisible, able to look without being looked back.
It was an accident, a stroke of fate or maybe a landmine that was inevitable, once Mingyu started orbiting around Jeonghan. He had stayed back after class, killing time with the receptionist, but Jeonghan had not come out by the time the flood of students flowed to a trickle. His own teacher had left after tipping him the metaphorical hat, and then to avoid sharing the lift, Mingyu took the stairwell.
He saw the hair first, long, out, fisted in a hand.
A demon’s shoulders, a snake on the maiden’s back, a dragon waking.
Body pushed against the railing, face pushed against face, wet, hopeless sounds. Sounds that he can hear above the sounds of the road and the intermission of convenience store chimes. Sharp like a blade over thigh. Warm like blood.
Jeonghan turns his face away and the creature moves its lips to his neck, lapping loudly, vicious as a firstborn at the teat. Jeonghan tilts his face up.
Mingyu doesn’t know what expression he was wearing, but Jeonghan’s face darkens, eyes shifting into stormy clarity, loud as the sky before it thunders.
He whispers something and starts to push the body away, Mingyu watching the distance between his mouth and the ear grow—but how the mouth latches, the greed sticky as honey, teeth catching on skin and hands dragging over spine and waist, vengeful as Achilles with Hector’s corpse.
Talk to you later, Jeonghan mouths, pushing the man down the stairwell. And then something else, swallowed by another kiss, another obscene touch.
When the man turns away, Mingyu recognises him through the slats in the stairwell as one of the teachers. Didn’t know the name but knew the body, recognised its finesse as built through time and consistent effort, lengths of time impossible now as a student, but attainable after graduation. A body that he had promised to himself, a body that he will exceed. It was the body he saw himself having as an adult, when he imagined himself having sex.
Jeonghan’s expression was blank when Mingyu approached him, but his eyes were locked onto Mingyu’s searching, examining, testing. Even when Mingyu stopped before him, Jeonghan was silent, quiet as a suspect, defiant as a martyr. No excuses. Silent as if holding silence hides guilt like a flag on a coffin, as if he was waiting for Mingyu to show his hand, to reveal the game Mingyu wanted to play.
God, Mingyu thinks. Give me this. He is confident, he is the prodigal son wishing for the lamb, knowing that nothing is beyond the reach of his wanting. He has the knife here, the evidence of a crime, still ripe and beating.
Mingyu can’t stomach it but he can wear the skin of someone he is not if it gets him what he wants, wearing it until it grows onto him, until he becomes the wolf as much as the hunter and the hunter’s daughter. He draws himself up, shoulders back but hips casual, chin tight. Authoritative.
“Do you like kissing boys?” Mingyu asked, tone even, blameless as water and half as pure. He watched Jeonghan blink slowly, chewing the question, tasting the conviction behind it, walking down every possible connotation, intention and parallel world with a whir of his unmatched mind. The question was so inane he had to believe it was deliberate.
Mingyu watched his face as it turned. The calculation, the decrescendo, the eclipse.
Jeonghan relaxed, or perhaps it could be described as a surrender, a body’s sigh. Mingyu didn’t interrogate that thought. He saw the opening ceded to him, and he stepped forwards, holding Jeonghan’s eggshell face in the declining light.
Maybe Jeonghan will never forgive. but then that would mean he would never forget, thinking of Mingyu every time he kissed his lover.
Re: [REMIX] juvenile in love
the horror erotica is making me buzz. Mingyu's fixation with Jeonghan, mirrored and distorted by the teacher-demon's fixation. Mingyu looking at the teacher-demon and thinking that was the body he'd promised himself (double entendre!) and It was the body he saw himself having as an adult, when he imagined himself having sex. jeez louise. And Mingyu stepping in to that role he'd seen from the shadows, playacting at adulthood, holding Jeonghan’s eggshell face in the declining light. Mingyu noting Jeonghan's relaxation as surrender. SO chilling. the language you use in that whole last section is extraordinary. I keep coming back to how the mouth latches, the greed sticky as honey, teeth catching on skin and hands dragging over spine and waist, vengeful as Achilles with Hector’s corpse. CRAAAAAZY METAPHOR WORK HELLO I am unsettled, I am agog I am aghast,
And there was always a group of students around him like he was their capo and they were his consiglieri, a mafia of try-hards. also love this phrase--a mafia of try-hards. it keeps rotating in my brain. thank you for this iteration of gyuhan academic rivals!!
Re: [REMIX] juvenile in love
Two reasons— (1) Mingyu's young and does not understand what he feels re jeonghan, and (2) the moment is white hot for him, it silences his thoughts and burns his nerves and reduces him to a creature of instinct.
therefore, everything about what he's feeling, has to come through the narration; his perspective of the external needs to speak for his internal. that was so fun to work through!!
+ clearly carson eros love being a triangle + themes of possession are on my mind this 17hols!!
+ the jeonghan mafia boss description came entirely from this 2019 video of svt around jeonghan, I vividly remember one of the RTs saying, "he looks like a mafia boss", and I guess that stuck with me for 7 years!!