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"Enter any body of water and you give yourself up to be swallowed. Even the stones know that."
"beauty is terror"
"Would you fall in love with me again, if you knew all I've done? The things I can't undo. "
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[FILL]: seethe, or the accident of misery [2/2]
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A nose bumps Soonyoung’s. “You left,” Wonwoo observes. “Was it Seo Myungho?”
They’re close enough that Soonyoung feels his eyes crossing. Close enough that every time Wonwoo blinks, the downward fan of his eyelashes tangle with Soonyoung’s in greeting. The downpour of Wonwoo’s body secludes them into a quiet bubble of their own.
“You don’t know that,” Soonyoung complains, just to be difficult. Trapped under Wonwoo with nowhere to go is not always the best place to be difficult, but his success instincts have always been louder than his survival ones.
In response, Wonwoo takes Soonyoung’s chin firmly between his fingers and looks him straight in the eye. Soonyoung goes limp and allows himself to be studied. Meets Wonwoo’s gaze and refuses to look away. The key is to never look away. The second he looks away, Wonwoo wins.
Soonyoung isn’t sure what Wonwoo is searching for when he does this. He’s never thought to ask. What’s the point, when Wonwoo always seems to find it? What’s the point, when Wonwoo always kisses Soonyoung about it?
It's taking longer this time. Perhaps searching is not an entirely accurate term. Wonwoo's eyes do not dart back and forth; they don’t move. His pupils stay still and look and look and look. They drink Soonyoung in.
The key is to never look away. Soonyoung bites down his impatience until it’s cowering at his feet. Wonwoo looks. and Soonyoung lets him.
Wonwoo finds it, whatever it is.
Wonwoo kisses him.
Immediately, it’s too good. Soonyoung is rising full body to meet him, heels pushing into the mattress, gasping high and loud, and Wonwoo is tearing his mouth away to giggle haughtily, pressing Soonyoung's head back into the mattress with a harsh hand on his chin.
“You’re worked up,” he says, in the same tone one might use to discuss what the cafeteria could be serving for lunch, “What did Seo Myungho do this time?”
Soonyoung bares his teeth. “It's not Seo Myungho.”
At this, Wonwoo pauses. He releases Soonyoung's chin to adjust his glasses. He scrunches his nose a few times to nudge the bridge in place—Soonyoung thinks he looks like a rabbit when he does that. “Young-ah,” Wonwoo blinks, “What are you trying to get out of this game?”
“What game?”
“This one.”
“Which one?”
“The Seo Myungho one.”
Soonyoung says, “There is no Seo Myungho game.”
Wonwoo looks. Infuriatingly, he appears to be holding back a laugh.
“I don’t know,” Soonyoung finally settles on. His arousal, once dormant, is suddenly dark and present. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“Well, you’re wrong.” Wonwoo audibly hesitates. “What if we— I want to try something else.” He tucks his nose into the crook of Soonyoung's jaw and delivers the gentlest of kisses, dangerously soft. It sends ripples down Soonyoung’s skin. Wonwoo breathes, “Young-ah, try it with me?”
Whiny, needy, annoying; so long as Wonwoo used that voice, Soonyoung would give him anything.
So Soonyoung talks about Xu Minghao. He lets Wonwoo litter his neck with gnawed love bites and tells him about today’s private training session, where Xu Minghao kicked his ass.
Wonwoo unlatches his canines from Soonyoung’s collarbone to glance up in incredulity. He quirks an eyebrow. “Because you let him?”
Soonyoung pulls his lip between his teeth and shakes his head. He can’t force the words out: Because he could.
In a low ponytail with two knives, jumpsuit zipped up to the neck, Xu Minghao had taken it because he could. He had beaten Soonyoung again and again. Soonyoung wasn’t sure what to do with himself or how to react in the face of this other than to get up and go again. He couldn’t seem to recall when Minghao had gotten so good. He still can’t.
“Ah,” Wonwoo grins. He ducks his head back down and bites, hard; Soonyoung lets out a little whimper. “That gets you hot.”
“No,” Soonyoung amends, “That makes me nervous.”
“With you, it’s the same thing.”
Drumming his feet against the bed, Soonyoung tries not to whine. “Wonu, Wonu, this is serious. I'm training my own competition to beat me, what do I do?” Wonwoo slithers back up to capture Soonyoung’s lips between his own, sucking and rolling the fat of Soonyoung's bottom lip. Moaning openly into it, he continues, “What do I do, seriously, he’s beating me, it’s— ah! It’s serious…”
Wonwoo pulls back just enough so they’re panting, damp, into each other’s mouths. “Sounds serious,” he coos, like he’s not taking Soonyoung seriously at all.
Soonyoung squirms against the freshly building buzz in his skin. “It is! It seriously is because if he actually–” He cuts himself off from saying something unsavory, “Yah, I can’t beat him and Seungcheol-hyung…”
“Oh.” Wonwoo's incisor digs into lobe, cartilage. “You're thinking about trial.” His voice may as well be in Soonyoung's head with his lips pressed this close. “You’re thinking about going up for the title against Seo Myungho and losing. You’re thinking about the moment he gets you down like this—” Wonwoo pressed the tip of one sharp fingernail delicately against Soonyoung's jugular, “—and makes you say those two words." Flicking his tongue against his helix, Wonwoo sighed straight into his ear, “Have mercy.”
“Touch me,” Soonyoung pleads, finally cracking, caving, breaking. “Touch me touch me touch me.”
Instead of his typical bitchy little I am touching you, Wonwoo says something ten times worse: “Why? You think Seo Myungho would touch you?”
Soonyoung’s skin sears from the inside out. His own arousal traps and haunts him. He groans, babbles, “No more, no more Seo Myungho, please, Wonwoo-yah—”
For a moment, Wonwoo won’t reply. He peels his chest off Soonyoung’s to sit hunched and small on his knees, tall as he is in the cramped space of the sleep capsule. When Soonyoung’s nipples pebble in the cool air, Wonwoo’s thumbs smooth over the gooseflesh. He looked unexpectedly resigned.
“Soonyoung-ah, it’s always Seo Myungho,” he murmurs. It’s a particularly unfortunate fact of life.
Re: [FILL]: seethe, or the accident of misery [2/2]
I am so so intrigued by this universe and so so in love with this HOSHI. He feels so true to life.
Minghao, you’re not even in this fic and yet you are The Star.