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good but not the best
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Prompt:
[fill] hard way's the way i want
Additional Tags: non-famous; when you're maybe finally getting it right after years of getting it wrong; mentioned nsfw but nothing onscreen. good chat
Permission to remix: Yes
Let Me Be Wrong is meant to be Jensen's answer to "Silk Chiffon" or "I Wanna Get Better" sooooooo....
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“Are you using my toothbrush?”Â
The oblong canister in Mingyu’s overnight bag never seems to make it out onto the counter, where his skincare and other toiletries have spilled out.Â
The sight of the bag, even unpacked, shouldn’t feel so nostalgic. The toothbrush thing doesn’t bother Jeonghan so much as the intention. Past experience tells him that Mingyu is staking a claim, but past experience has him back here. Same place they'd broken up years ago, tripping over each other's intentions to put puzzle pieces in all the wrong places.
“Maybe," comes Mingyu’s muffled reply. His face doesn’t give away any signs of shame from being caught aside from the pinkened tips of his ears.
“You have your own toothbrush, you know,” Jeonghan reminds, not unkindly, but gently. Mingyu’s skin is sleep-warm and soft under his fingertips. The divots of his vertebrae are tiny hills under Jeonghan’s fingers, counting them from where they start at the low-slung waistband of his sleep pants until he reaches the top of Mingyu’s shoulders where there are little crescent-shaped indents. Souvenirs in the shape of him. Â
Jeonghan’s mouth twists, more amused than anything else, but that seems to get a reaction out of Mingyu.
“So I can eat you out”—and Jeonghan grimaces at the vulgarity, uselessly pushing at an unmoving but giggling heathen. It's a weird kind of dance, swaying side to side and Mingyu blocking Jeonghan's hits—"and you can come in my mouth. But your toothbrush—ow, hyung, stop it—is where you draw the line.”Â
His gaze doesn’t leave Jeonghan’s eyes in the reflection.
“Don’t be disgusting, Mingyu-yah.”Â
“I’m just saying,” Mingyu insists, leaning over to kiss him. Toothpaste suds sit on Jeonghan’s cheek and he rolls his eyes, fond. He shimmies onto the bathroom counter, legs crossed at the ankle. Predictably, Mingyu’s eyes follow where Jeonghan’s shorts ride up. The gaze is more curiosity than hunger, only satisfied once the hickey on Jeonghan’s inner thigh comes into view.Â
For once, circling back doesn't feel like a mistake. The last time had been spite-driven. Every second a screaming warning of wrongness, something to be reminded of when wine-drunk on Joshua's couch while they toyed with the option of marrying each other for the tax benefits. Then, of course, Joshua had gotten married for real and chickened out on their blood oath. Some soulmate he is.
Clearing his throat, Jeonghan tugs his shorts back down over the bared skin. “What time is your flight tomorrow?” he asks. It's the one thing that makes this decision easy. Immediate distance. Time to process, to think it through.
Mingyu catches on, however. Call it a sixth sense after their years of yo-yoing back to each other.
“You’re already kicking me out?” His face changes from humored to pouting, staring back at Jeonghan with wide eyes. Mingyu steps in closer, wriggling himself between his legs.Â
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. "Can you not put words in my mouth?" he scoffs, leaning back to stare Mingyu dead in the eyes. The guarded concern is understandable. There's only so many times you can hold someone's heart in your hands and break it. Whatever he sees is enough. Or maybe it's the assurance from their friend group that Seungcheol had finally worn him down long enough to go to therapy.
Mingyu brightens.
"Just checking," he says, and Mingyu’s hand finds his, pressing their fingers together. His hand overtakes the tops of Jeonghan’s fingertips and closes over the top in an awkward handhold. "I know how much you like to run."
Once upon a time, there was an engagement band on the ground. Missed calls from a soon-to-be ex. Changed flights and sneaking out after the other person fell asleep. Things look different in the daylight; it's midday now, and all the lights are on. They've led them to each other again. It feels less like a force and more like watching a wave lap on a shore.
"I have a bad ankle." Jeonghan shrugs. He's not leaving his own apartment, nor is he kicking Mingyu out. Their grocery order is probably already at the front door. "And I just wanted to make sure I had all day with you. Since you like to sulk when you don't get attention."
Damp hair falls over Mingyu’s forehead as he leans forward, pressing himself closer until their noses touch. His wintergreen breath clouds the air between them, its sweet scent tantalizing enough for Jeonghan to lean in and press their mouths together, to repeat the last hour.Â