Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Jihoon Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: modern AU, complicated relationship, unreliable narrator Permission to remix: Yes
A/N: help op I think I accidentally inverted your prompt... sorry about that... but I really liked the lines you chose TT___TT
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Soonyoung moves in and out of the apartment over the course of a year. At what point do you start to call sleeping over a residency vs. visitation? Even if there was a cutoff, neither of them would have been keeping track well enough to know.
He was over for something like a month straight in August, when Soonyoung was on a veggie kick and insisted on using the salad spinner in Jihoon’s kitchen to make lunch every day. Jihoon had gotten it as a gift from his mom and never intended to use it, so logically he could have let Soonyoung take it home.
Instead he stopped eating rice three meals a day, and the strangest part was that he didn’t notice the loss until it was over. And then he went right back to reliably loading up four stainless steel bowls of it, breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Jihoon is making sunny-side up eggs for breakfast when Kwon Soonyoung barges in the doorway like he owns the place. Jihoon never changes the code, which is probably a security risk. Soonyoung hasn’t been over for two weeks.
“Can I have some?” Soonyoung asks in lieu of a greeting, a great big smile on his face. “I’m starving.”
“The sesame seeds are on the counter,” Jihoon replies, flipping one of the eggs over because in truth, he doesn’t like his yolks raw.
“Work has been so busy lately,” Soonyoung says, perhaps to justify his long absence, “I run into so many people,” and Jihoon hums. He’s a physical trainer, and his classes are always full to the brim after New Year’s, for obvious reasons. But Jihoon suspects there are other things at play, like his active social schedule, the old “I haven’t seen you since last year!” joke that Soonyoung actually takes seriously and tries to amend as soon as possible. Except for when it comes to Jihoon, maybe.
“Work has been busy here too,” he comments, and Soonyoung socks him lightly in the shoulder. You wouldn’t know it because Jihoon works in a one-man home office and he never speaks unless he’s debugging some kind of error. Rather than consult one of his colleagues over the phone he’d enlist Soonyoung to sit in the chair next to him and listen to the process until the mistake showed itself to him. The funny thing about Kwon Soonyoung is that he often gives you answers without realizing it, oblivious to his own effects. After getting in the habit of doing this Soonyoung showed up in the afternoon one day with a small stuffed tiger, which he set up on the top edge of Jihoon’s main monitor.
“Wonwoo told me it’s usually a rubber duck you’re supposed to talk to, but I wanted you to think of it like me,” he had said conspiratorially. “Since I won’t always be around.”
“You really didn’t have to,” Jihoon said, his face burning a little. The lighting is yellow in the afternoon of a sunny day, Soonyoung wouldn’t notice.
“Wonwoo says I should get rid of some of them anyway,” Soonyoung answered, grinning, “my stuffies, I mean. My tiger stuffies. But I couldn’t bear to throw them away.”
At the age of twenty someone Jihoon no longer remembers asked him if he’d want to marry and he answered that he’d rather die. The thought of always sleeping in the same bed as someone else, waking up and brushing their teeth together, and kissing them goodbye at the rack where they kept their respective car keys made him shiver. Having to rely on someone else and worse, learn to love them, was off the table completely. Jihoon hates people who are too enthusiastic, too affectionate, constantly expecting too much from him.
Maybe that’s why they are what they are and Soonyoung leaves every time they get too close.
“I really love you,” Soonyoung says quietly after spending the day with Minghao, the evening at the bar where Joshua works, face drawn close enough to feel Soonyoung's breath on the back of his neck. Soonyoung is like this to everyone.
Jihoon keeps his eyes shut tight, blanket up to his shoulders, facing the wall in the darkness. And as always, he pretends to sleep.
[FILL] at least I’ll wait for you
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: modern AU, complicated relationship, unreliable narrator
Permission to remix: Yes
A/N: help op I think I accidentally inverted your prompt... sorry about that... but I really liked the lines you chose TT___TT
***
Soonyoung moves in and out of the apartment over the course of a year. At what point do you start to call sleeping over a residency vs. visitation? Even if there was a cutoff, neither of them would have been keeping track well enough to know.
He was over for something like a month straight in August, when Soonyoung was on a veggie kick and insisted on using the salad spinner in Jihoon’s kitchen to make lunch every day. Jihoon had gotten it as a gift from his mom and never intended to use it, so logically he could have let Soonyoung take it home.
Instead he stopped eating rice three meals a day, and the strangest part was that he didn’t notice the loss until it was over. And then he went right back to reliably loading up four stainless steel bowls of it, breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Jihoon is making sunny-side up eggs for breakfast when Kwon Soonyoung barges in the doorway like he owns the place. Jihoon never changes the code, which is probably a security risk. Soonyoung hasn’t been over for two weeks.
“Can I have some?” Soonyoung asks in lieu of a greeting, a great big smile on his face. “I’m starving.”
“The sesame seeds are on the counter,” Jihoon replies, flipping one of the eggs over because in truth, he doesn’t like his yolks raw.
“Work has been so busy lately,” Soonyoung says, perhaps to justify his long absence, “I run into so many people,” and Jihoon hums. He’s a physical trainer, and his classes are always full to the brim after New Year’s, for obvious reasons. But Jihoon suspects there are other things at play, like his active social schedule, the old “I haven’t seen you since last year!” joke that Soonyoung actually takes seriously and tries to amend as soon as possible. Except for when it comes to Jihoon, maybe.
“Work has been busy here too,” he comments, and Soonyoung socks him lightly in the shoulder. You wouldn’t know it because Jihoon works in a one-man home office and he never speaks unless he’s debugging some kind of error. Rather than consult one of his colleagues over the phone he’d enlist Soonyoung to sit in the chair next to him and listen to the process until the mistake showed itself to him. The funny thing about Kwon Soonyoung is that he often gives you answers without realizing it, oblivious to his own effects. After getting in the habit of doing this Soonyoung showed up in the afternoon one day with a small stuffed tiger, which he set up on the top edge of Jihoon’s main monitor.
“Wonwoo told me it’s usually a rubber duck you’re supposed to talk to, but I wanted you to think of it like me,” he had said conspiratorially. “Since I won’t always be around.”
“You really didn’t have to,” Jihoon said, his face burning a little. The lighting is yellow in the afternoon of a sunny day, Soonyoung wouldn’t notice.
“Wonwoo says I should get rid of some of them anyway,” Soonyoung answered, grinning, “my stuffies, I mean. My tiger stuffies. But I couldn’t bear to throw them away.”
At the age of twenty someone Jihoon no longer remembers asked him if he’d want to marry and he answered that he’d rather die. The thought of always sleeping in the same bed as someone else, waking up and brushing their teeth together, and kissing them goodbye at the rack where they kept their respective car keys made him shiver. Having to rely on someone else and worse, learn to love them, was off the table completely. Jihoon hates people who are too enthusiastic, too affectionate, constantly expecting too much from him.
Maybe that’s why they are what they are and Soonyoung leaves every time they get too close.
“I really love you,” Soonyoung says quietly after spending the day with Minghao, the evening at the bar where Joshua works, face drawn close enough to feel Soonyoung's breath on the back of his neck. Soonyoung is like this to everyone.
Jihoon keeps his eyes shut tight, blanket up to his shoulders, facing the wall in the darkness. And as always, he pretends to sleep.