Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Joshua Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: friends with benefits, open ending, implied sexual content Permission to remix: Yes
ah this got me real good!! always a pleasure writing these two idiots. hope this does the prompt justice <3 ***
Driving Joshua to the airport is torture - between traffic and the lump in Jeonghan’s throat, the weight of reality crashing down over his shoulders as they hug in goodbye, Joshua’s strong arms squeezing the life out of him.
The smile on Joshua’s face is dim, a pale reflection of the happiness he’d showed until the day before, when he knocked on Jeonghan’s door with a bouquet of flowers and a handwritten letter.
“Romantic,” Jeonghan sneered, not caring for either gift, tugging Joshua inside by the lapels of his jean jacket and flattening him down on the couch, too impatient to guide him towards the bed in the other room. Joshua laughed at his antics, grin wide and bright, sincere just as the small noises coming out of his mouth when Jeonghan finally got his hands and tongue on him.
Hours later, while Joshua is somewhere up in the sky, flying back home, Jeonghan curls up on the same couch where he wringed two orgasms out of Joshua the night before, and reads the letter. Or well, he tries.
He puts it down after the first two sentences, teeth sinking on his bottom lip, focusing on the physical pain instead of the stupid ache below his sternum.
They didn’t promise each other anything - they were never together to begin with. Finding Joshua had been a matter of lucky coincidences, overlapping lines that lead them into each other’s arms. It was never meant to last, not when there was a deadline on whatever bloomed between them.
“I’ll go back by the end of summer,” Joshua told him back then, eyes big and made liquid by Jeonghan’s fingers grazing over his feverish skin, tugs that made him gasp and writhe in Jeonghan’s hold.
“We have plenty of time to have some fun,” Jeonghan echoed back at him, smiling his wicked little smile, the one that means trouble. The same one that Joshua learned to mirror over the few months they spent together, tongue in his cheek, mischief on his pretty face.
Ruining Joshua was impossible, because he was as wicked as Jeonghan - the same push and pull, the same mean strike, the same undeniable fondness at the bottom of it all, masqueraded with an uncaring attitude and cold shoulder.
“You two deserve each other,” Seungcheol told them one day, exasperated by the constant teasing. The light in Joshua’s eyes was a blazing fire, and Jeonghan just wanted to be consumed by it.
The second letter comes as a surprise, but it’s the first one Jeonghan fully reads; the other sits in a drawer, ink on paper that Jeonghan can’t even look at, too sincere. The second letter is all about moving on, meeting old and new people, enjoying the feeling of being home. It makes Jeonghan feel bitter. Not sad, just annoyed.
He doesn’t reply to Joshua’s texts, ignores his calls. Deep inside him, he just wants to be able to move on as well. He goes on a few dates with people he doesn’t care about, fucking them just to see what it feels like. He even fucks Seungcheol.
Nothing feels the same, and Joshua stops trying to reach out.
The third letter comes all crumpled, ink bleeding on the outside of the envelope. The words are almost unreadable, but there’s no mistaking the longing - the I miss you that puts victory on the tip of Jeonghan’s tongue. He’s running for his phone before his brain can catch up with his body.
”Hello?” Joshua’s voice sounds tired, English rolling off his tongue, and maybe Jeonghan forgot all about timezones, but Joshua picked up on the second ring. It must mean something.
“Hey,” he says back, “I got your letter.”
On the other side, there’s the sound of rustling, as if Joshua was rolling around in bed. A sigh, and then Joshua speaks again, voice low. “Yeah?”
“Happy birthday,” Jeonghan says, in lieu of an explanation. “You’re old.”
“You’re older than me,” Joshua points out, sounding amused. “You didn’t reply to my birthday greetings.”
Cut to the point, Joshua doesn’t lose time. He never did. When he saw Jeonghan, and knew what he wanted, he got him. He still has him.
“Had busy days,” Jeonghan says, instead of sorry. He should be apologizing, but Joshua doesn’t seem to care, chuckling lightly. Jeonghan missed his voice - he still misses everything about Joshua, but he’s not going to say it out loud. One way or another, Joshua already knows.
“Cheollie told me you’re moping.”
Jeonghan lets out a gasp, mock offense in his tone when he speaks again. “That’s defamation.”
Joshua’s laugh fills Jeonghan’s ears as well as his heart.
“Thank you for the birthday wishes,” he says right after, sincerity bleeding out of him. “And for the letters.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for calling.”
The unsaid is left unsaid; they chat about their days, tease each other about this or that. It’s familiar, a dance that Jeonghan loves when it’s with Joshua.
Maybe Jeonghan is selfish for not saying I miss you too, but he’s sure that Joshua can read it between the blurred lines of their relationship.
“I’m coming back,” Joshua says after a beat of comfortable silence, words that take a second or two to fully sink in. “In Spring. They’re sending me back.”
Wait for me? is what he doesn’t add, but Jeonghan knows there’s no need for the question - it shouldn’t be a question to begin with. He belongs to Joshua just as much as Joshua belongs to him.
A smile splits Jeonghan’s face into two, as he suppresses the need to squeal at the prospect of having Joshua back in his arms.
“They told me that the cherry blossoms are really pretty there,” Joshua drones on. “We could go see them together.”
On the other side of the line, and of the world, Joshua is smiling as well. Jeonghan knows it.
[FILL]: even if it's love, I don't
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: friends with benefits, open ending, implied sexual content
Permission to remix: Yes
ah this got me real good!! always a pleasure writing these two idiots. hope this does the prompt justice <3
***
Driving Joshua to the airport is torture - between traffic and the lump in Jeonghan’s throat, the weight of reality crashing down over his shoulders as they hug in goodbye, Joshua’s strong arms squeezing the life out of him.
The smile on Joshua’s face is dim, a pale reflection of the happiness he’d showed until the day before, when he knocked on Jeonghan’s door with a bouquet of flowers and a handwritten letter.
“Romantic,” Jeonghan sneered, not caring for either gift, tugging Joshua inside by the lapels of his jean jacket and flattening him down on the couch, too impatient to guide him towards the bed in the other room. Joshua laughed at his antics, grin wide and bright, sincere just as the small noises coming out of his mouth when Jeonghan finally got his hands and tongue on him.
Hours later, while Joshua is somewhere up in the sky, flying back home, Jeonghan curls up on the same couch where he wringed two orgasms out of Joshua the night before, and reads the letter. Or well, he tries.
He puts it down after the first two sentences, teeth sinking on his bottom lip, focusing on the physical pain instead of the stupid ache below his sternum.
They didn’t promise each other anything - they were never together to begin with. Finding Joshua had been a matter of lucky coincidences, overlapping lines that lead them into each other’s arms. It was never meant to last, not when there was a deadline on whatever bloomed between them.
“I’ll go back by the end of summer,” Joshua told him back then, eyes big and made liquid by Jeonghan’s fingers grazing over his feverish skin, tugs that made him gasp and writhe in Jeonghan’s hold.
“We have plenty of time to have some fun,” Jeonghan echoed back at him, smiling his wicked little smile, the one that means trouble. The same one that Joshua learned to mirror over the few months they spent together, tongue in his cheek, mischief on his pretty face.
Ruining Joshua was impossible, because he was as wicked as Jeonghan - the same push and pull, the same mean strike, the same undeniable fondness at the bottom of it all, masqueraded with an uncaring attitude and cold shoulder.
“You two deserve each other,” Seungcheol told them one day, exasperated by the constant teasing. The light in Joshua’s eyes was a blazing fire, and Jeonghan just wanted to be consumed by it.
The second letter comes as a surprise, but it’s the first one Jeonghan fully reads; the other sits in a drawer, ink on paper that Jeonghan can’t even look at, too sincere. The second letter is all about moving on, meeting old and new people, enjoying the feeling of being home. It makes Jeonghan feel bitter. Not sad, just annoyed.
He doesn’t reply to Joshua’s texts, ignores his calls. Deep inside him, he just wants to be able to move on as well. He goes on a few dates with people he doesn’t care about, fucking them just to see what it feels like. He even fucks Seungcheol.
Nothing feels the same, and Joshua stops trying to reach out.
The third letter comes all crumpled, ink bleeding on the outside of the envelope. The words are almost unreadable, but there’s no mistaking the longing - the I miss you that puts victory on the tip of Jeonghan’s tongue. He’s running for his phone before his brain can catch up with his body.
”Hello?” Joshua’s voice sounds tired, English rolling off his tongue, and maybe Jeonghan forgot all about timezones, but Joshua picked up on the second ring. It must mean something.
“Hey,” he says back, “I got your letter.”
On the other side, there’s the sound of rustling, as if Joshua was rolling around in bed. A sigh, and then Joshua speaks again, voice low. “Yeah?”
“Happy birthday,” Jeonghan says, in lieu of an explanation. “You’re old.”
“You’re older than me,” Joshua points out, sounding amused. “You didn’t reply to my birthday greetings.”
Cut to the point, Joshua doesn’t lose time. He never did. When he saw Jeonghan, and knew what he wanted, he got him. He still has him.
“Had busy days,” Jeonghan says, instead of sorry. He should be apologizing, but Joshua doesn’t seem to care, chuckling lightly. Jeonghan missed his voice - he still misses everything about Joshua, but he’s not going to say it out loud. One way or another, Joshua already knows.
“Cheollie told me you’re moping.”
Jeonghan lets out a gasp, mock offense in his tone when he speaks again. “That’s defamation.”
Joshua’s laugh fills Jeonghan’s ears as well as his heart.
“Thank you for the birthday wishes,” he says right after, sincerity bleeding out of him. “And for the letters.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for calling.”
The unsaid is left unsaid; they chat about their days, tease each other about this or that. It’s familiar, a dance that Jeonghan loves when it’s with Joshua.
Maybe Jeonghan is selfish for not saying I miss you too, but he’s sure that Joshua can read it between the blurred lines of their relationship.
“I’m coming back,” Joshua says after a beat of comfortable silence, words that take a second or two to fully sink in. “In Spring. They’re sending me back.”
Wait for me? is what he doesn’t add, but Jeonghan knows there’s no need for the question - it shouldn’t be a question to begin with. He belongs to Joshua just as much as Joshua belongs to him.
A smile splits Jeonghan’s face into two, as he suppresses the need to squeal at the prospect of having Joshua back in his arms.
“They told me that the cherry blossoms are really pretty there,” Joshua drones on. “We could go see them together.”
On the other side of the line, and of the world, Joshua is smiling as well. Jeonghan knows it.
“We can,” Jeonghan agrees.
It’s a promise masked as indulgence.