Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Wonwoo Major Tags: ambiguous apocalyptic setting Additional Tags: Pining Permission to remix: Yes
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Soonyoung would say it’s just a crush, but since the city started crumbling bit by bit when the new decade turned, he had decided to stray out of anything mild and ordinary, and just accept things, feelings included, as they are. The world is ending! Soonyoung can be in love!
Besides, there is absolutely nothing mild or ordinary in Soonyoung. Especially when he’s crushing. Or in love. Whichever.
“It’s pretty here, right?” Soonyoung goes, stretching his arms wide to denote the empty and cavernous space in the underground parking space of this condominium. There are three cars left here, and miraculously, a light that still hasn’t gone out.
“Over here!” He calls, skipping towards the part of the area with the light on.
Wonwoo hushes him.
“Yeah, just go yelling that we’re here so the other thieves can join us,” he says, truly tired and limping.
Soonyoung frowns, stares at him.
“You’re not okay,” he says. And it must be the trick of light, of the very minimal lightbulb, but Wonwoo softens.
“It’s just a sprain.”
“I can make a mean tourniquet. Do you want me to try?” Soonyoung is asking just as he is eagerly stripping his jacket off his body to reveal nothing but a thin, black tank top.
“Soonyoung, it’s okay,” Wonwoo rushes to say before Soonyoung hears him gasp. “I’m just tired so I can’t balance well on my other leg. It’s fine, really. Sit down here.”
Just as Soonyoung lowers himself, they hear the sound of something dropping, and then it takes two, three, four seconds before they feel the floor shake. They have no view of the city where they are crouched on the floor so they can’t exactly tell what’s happening outside, which might be just as well, as it brings terrible memories to Soonyoung and he must be trembling a little, because Wonwoo comes closer.
“It’s okay. It should be safe here,” he says, breath fanning over Soonyoung’s ear. And it’s embarrassing really, how they are at the threat of being bombed, but Soonyoung’s ears and neck redden like a warning.
“Of course,” Soonyoung goes, loud again. “I found it!”
Wonwoo grins, chuckles without a sound, and then leans to the wall behind him. Closes his eyes, sighs quietly.
“You should rest. I’ll take first watch.”
And it has been such a long time, Soonyoung thinks. Been so long since he hasn’t done this by himself. Since he’s had someone to watch over in the night. After Wonwoo found him two days ago, all the goons killed or had run off, the first thing he said was, “You’re alone?”
Soonyoung just nods.
“How long?” He asked, not looking at Soonyoung as he checked the pockets of the dead men.
And Soonyoung can’t say since it started, because that would mean saying to this hot dude that well, all he had in life is now gone, obliterated. At the end of it all, Soonyoung believed in the power of utterance, because to admit, From day one is to claim the irrefutability of the matter, meaning to say, everyone I love and know are dead, as in gone forever, as in not coming back, as in I am alone in this world and this is a fact.
Well, just until.
He watches Wonwoo sleeping, his head cradled awkwardly by his right shoulder that Soonyoung knows will hurt when he wakes later. His glasses had slipped slightly over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks and neck are marred with dirt but Wonwoo still looks so, so handsome, even in this dying light, in this dying world.
Soonyoung looks away and watches for anything in the dark.
And then, in what little light there is left from the solitary bulb above them, Soonyoung stills when he sees Wonwoo’s hand reach over to hold his. Clammy from the cold and exhaustion after they crawled for hours underground if only to reach this building.
“You must have been very lonely,” Wonwoo whispers, and if Soonyoung hears it, he only laces their fingers together.
Later, when Wonwoo wakes, Soonyoung is asleep on the floor with just his shirt on. And his left leg is wrapped in an honestly terribly looking tourniquet.
Wonwoo doesn’t take it off, winces through the pain, and watches over Soonyoung until morning.
you must have been very lonely
Major Tags: ambiguous apocalyptic setting
Additional Tags: Pining
Permission to remix: Yes
***
Soonyoung would say it’s just a crush, but since the city started crumbling bit by bit when the new decade turned, he had decided to stray out of anything mild and ordinary, and just accept things, feelings included, as they are. The world is ending! Soonyoung can be in love!
Besides, there is absolutely nothing mild or ordinary in Soonyoung. Especially when he’s crushing. Or in love. Whichever.
“It’s pretty here, right?” Soonyoung goes, stretching his arms wide to denote the empty and cavernous space in the underground parking space of this condominium. There are three cars left here, and miraculously, a light that still hasn’t gone out.
“Over here!” He calls, skipping towards the part of the area with the light on.
Wonwoo hushes him.
“Yeah, just go yelling that we’re here so the other thieves can join us,” he says, truly tired and limping.
Soonyoung frowns, stares at him.
“You’re not okay,” he says. And it must be the trick of light, of the very minimal lightbulb, but Wonwoo softens.
“It’s just a sprain.”
“I can make a mean tourniquet. Do you want me to try?” Soonyoung is asking just as he is eagerly stripping his jacket off his body to reveal nothing but a thin, black tank top.
“Soonyoung, it’s okay,” Wonwoo rushes to say before Soonyoung hears him gasp. “I’m just tired so I can’t balance well on my other leg. It’s fine, really. Sit down here.”
Just as Soonyoung lowers himself, they hear the sound of something dropping, and then it takes two, three, four seconds before they feel the floor shake. They have no view of the city where they are crouched on the floor so they can’t exactly tell what’s happening outside, which might be just as well, as it brings terrible memories to Soonyoung and he must be trembling a little, because Wonwoo comes closer.
“It’s okay. It should be safe here,” he says, breath fanning over Soonyoung’s ear. And it’s embarrassing really, how they are at the threat of being bombed, but Soonyoung’s ears and neck redden like a warning.
“Of course,” Soonyoung goes, loud again. “I found it!”
Wonwoo grins, chuckles without a sound, and then leans to the wall behind him. Closes his eyes, sighs quietly.
“You should rest. I’ll take first watch.”
And it has been such a long time, Soonyoung thinks. Been so long since he hasn’t done this by himself. Since he’s had someone to watch over in the night. After Wonwoo found him two days ago, all the goons killed or had run off, the first thing he said was, “You’re alone?”
Soonyoung just nods.
“How long?” He asked, not looking at Soonyoung as he checked the pockets of the dead men.
And Soonyoung can’t say since it started, because that would mean saying to this hot dude that well, all he had in life is now gone, obliterated. At the end of it all, Soonyoung believed in the power of utterance, because to admit, From day one is to claim the irrefutability of the matter, meaning to say, everyone I love and know are dead, as in gone forever, as in not coming back, as in I am alone in this world and this is a fact.
Well, just until.
He watches Wonwoo sleeping, his head cradled awkwardly by his right shoulder that Soonyoung knows will hurt when he wakes later. His glasses had slipped slightly over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks and neck are marred with dirt but Wonwoo still looks so, so handsome, even in this dying light, in this dying world.
Soonyoung looks away and watches for anything in the dark.
And then, in what little light there is left from the solitary bulb above them, Soonyoung stills when he sees Wonwoo’s hand reach over to hold his. Clammy from the cold and exhaustion after they crawled for hours underground if only to reach this building.
“You must have been very lonely,” Wonwoo whispers, and if Soonyoung hears it, he only laces their fingers together.
Later, when Wonwoo wakes, Soonyoung is asleep on the floor with just his shirt on. And his left leg is wrapped in an honestly terribly looking tourniquet.
Wonwoo doesn’t take it off, winces through the pain, and watches over Soonyoung until morning.