Ship/Member: Seungcheol/Jeonghan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: idolverse, ambiguous relationships Permission to remix: Yes
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A/N: hadn't heard this song before but I fell in love with the prompt, as expected of mitski lyrics v___v thank you!
Seungcheol was accosted in front of the bathroom, having idled his time before the show away, whereas Jeonghan had drawn the short straw and was the first to go through hair and makeup. He looked beautiful, of course.
“I have a gift for you,” Jeonghan said with a grin. Seungcheol let his heart swell up for a moment before remembering it was Yoon Jeonghan, and soon enough a plastic-wrapped bar of soap dropped into his hands.
Seungcheol tore the packaging open like he hadn’t already watched one of these disintegrate next to his sink over the course of the night.
“I stole it from the hotel,” he added, certainly waiting for Seungcheol’s reaction. “Citrus and mandarin.”
“They give those to you for free,” Seungcheol replied, frowning.
“Ah, but here’s the thing,” Jeonghan said. “I took it from the housekeeping cart.”
*
Jeonghan had only said yes once. Seungcheol had never truly asked, but his eyes gave it away, the desperation, and it probably broke Jeonghan’s heart to turn his face away every time. That’s what he’d like to think anyway.
When he knocked on the door to Jeonghan’s hotel room Seokmin was nowhere to be found, and neither of them said anything about it. Jeonghan had shuffled to the door all casual with his white slippers on, and after facing each other silently for a few moments he enveloped Seungcheol in a hug so comforting he didn’t have the strength to stand on his own feet.
Which was just as well because Jeonghan had already pulled the tight sheets away from the bed and Seungcheol was asleep within minutes.
*
They were due on stage in 23 seconds. A spotlight rotated in trajectory until it shone where Seungcheol was standing in the left wing, and he shivered. Jeonghan took his face by the chin and brushed the hair out of Seungcheol’s eyes.
“We’re going to do great.”
Against his own wishes, Seungcheol took his hand and gripped it tightly until the last second.
*
There is no good time to say any of it out loud. Not in the past when he would not know how to put it in words, not now when it’s safer, even critical for no one to know and for no one to acknowledge, not in the future when everything will be different and these feelings will already have evolved.
Still, Seungcheol imagines pleading with him: wouldn’t you be honest with me just this once?
Sometimes it feels like Jeonghan has so much less to lose, side by side with a man whose heart was so transparently poured into one place, left there to solidify, rooted, immovable. Seungcheol trusts Jeonghan’s judgment much more than his own, though — so if Jeonghan won’t verbalize it he will follow suit.
The unspoken truth that yes, you do mean so much to me that I’d rather keep it inside than lose a single part of this love.
[FILL] the city of my heart
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: idolverse, ambiguous relationships
Permission to remix: Yes
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A/N: hadn't heard this song before but I fell in love with the prompt, as expected of mitski lyrics v___v thank you!
Seungcheol was accosted in front of the bathroom, having idled his time before the show away, whereas Jeonghan had drawn the short straw and was the first to go through hair and makeup. He looked beautiful, of course.
“I have a gift for you,” Jeonghan said with a grin. Seungcheol let his heart swell up for a moment before remembering it was Yoon Jeonghan, and soon enough a plastic-wrapped bar of soap dropped into his hands.
Seungcheol tore the packaging open like he hadn’t already watched one of these disintegrate next to his sink over the course of the night.
“I stole it from the hotel,” he added, certainly waiting for Seungcheol’s reaction. “Citrus and mandarin.”
“They give those to you for free,” Seungcheol replied, frowning.
“Ah, but here’s the thing,” Jeonghan said. “I took it from the housekeeping cart.”
*
Jeonghan had only said yes once. Seungcheol had never truly asked, but his eyes gave it away, the desperation, and it probably broke Jeonghan’s heart to turn his face away every time. That’s what he’d like to think anyway.
When he knocked on the door to Jeonghan’s hotel room Seokmin was nowhere to be found, and neither of them said anything about it. Jeonghan had shuffled to the door all casual with his white slippers on, and after facing each other silently for a few moments he enveloped Seungcheol in a hug so comforting he didn’t have the strength to stand on his own feet.
Which was just as well because Jeonghan had already pulled the tight sheets away from the bed and Seungcheol was asleep within minutes.
*
They were due on stage in 23 seconds. A spotlight rotated in trajectory until it shone where Seungcheol was standing in the left wing, and he shivered. Jeonghan took his face by the chin and brushed the hair out of Seungcheol’s eyes.
“We’re going to do great.”
Against his own wishes, Seungcheol took his hand and gripped it tightly until the last second.
*
There is no good time to say any of it out loud. Not in the past when he would not know how to put it in words, not now when it’s safer, even critical for no one to know and for no one to acknowledge, not in the future when everything will be different and these feelings will already have evolved.
Still, Seungcheol imagines pleading with him: wouldn’t you be honest with me just this once?
Sometimes it feels like Jeonghan has so much less to lose, side by side with a man whose heart was so transparently poured into one place, left there to solidify, rooted, immovable. Seungcheol trusts Jeonghan’s judgment much more than his own, though — so if Jeonghan won’t verbalize it he will follow suit.
The unspoken truth that yes, you do mean so much to me that I’d rather keep it inside than lose a single part of this love.