Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Wonwoo Major Tags: a very vague fantasy setting Additional Tags: an intersection of frank ocean and hozier, soonyoung is literally so pretty the forest is in love with him, wonu bi Permission to remix: Yes
“Your betrothed thinks we’re in love with each other.”
Soonyoung’s face is flushed red, and there are many reasons as to why that is: the chill air of a passing winter, the leftover adrenaline from his night swim, the alcohol buzzing through his system.
All three are likely. Likelier, at least, than feeling embarrassed, an emotion Wonwoo isn’t sure Soonyoung even knows how to feel.
The first time Soonyoung had drunkenly slurred this, Wonwoo’s heart had jumped out of his chest. He almost dropped Soonyoung too, and Wonwoo would have, if Soonyoung’s arms hadn’t been so tightly wrapped around his shoulders.
Soonyoung’s chin digs into his shoulder, and his breath is warm against the back of Wonwoo’s neck as he says it again. This time, he giggles at the end of it too, adds, “Isn’t it silly? The two of us, in love.”
That first time, all Wonwoo could do was tighten his grip on Soonyoung’s thighs as he carried him on his back. From the pub to Soonyoung’s house, Wonwoo swallowed down every stupid thing that threatened to spill from his chest. It was dangerous, how all the words he'd ever known wanted to be Soonyoung's so badly.
It’s the fourth night in a row Wonwoo’s carried him home, so he knows which words he can afford to let go. He frees a few of them now, tucks them into the night where it’s safe, where all of Soonyoung’s words stay too.
“I know,” Wonwoo gives in and gives up. “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so silly if it wasn’t us.”
Soonyoung had been dancing when Wonwoo first saw him.
Back when the forest was still generous, when it welcomed their people instead of swallowing them up, when Wonwoo was a crownless boy who spent his days running away from the palace.
Splashing in the water with his arms in the air, Soonyoung was a boy who danced to no music.
“What are you doing?” Wonwoo calls out, and the boy slips. He seems so comical that Wonwoo can’t help but laugh as he lands on his butt.
“Whoa!” he exclaims. The tips of his hair are dripping as he stands. "You, yelling out of nowhere, aren't you a rude one?"
That was how Wonwoo found him. It’s how Wonwoo keeps finding him every day too. He visits him by the river as the sun rises, and Soonyoung welcomes him each time. Feet bare and trousers soaked to his knees. Glowing red underneath the sun in a way only a careless boy could.
It’s the same way Wonwoo loses him, years down the line, around the same time the forest starts losing its patience too.
The solid weight of Soonyoung against his back is comforting. Wonwoo wants to carry him through the streets, out the city gates, and into the winding forest they knew as kids. He wants to carry Soonyoung far away, to a place where Wonwoo can keep him.
But the sun rises like it always does. It peeks through the thin curtains of Soonyoung’s only window, and Wonwoo knows he has to leave. The hour hand of the universe calls for him to.
A tiny voice stops him by the door, and it’s the first time Soonyoung's woken up before Wonwoo could leave. “Wonwoo?”
“What?” he turns around.
The house is bare, hardly lived in. There are cobwebs on the ceiling, and a few dust bunnies in a corner of the room. When Soonyoung came back, Wonwoo gave him this house to settle in. Seeing it like this, cold and dusty, worries him.
“Let’s go to the river," Soonyoung says easily, the way he used to when they were boys. As if he hadn't disappeared for five years and only resurfaced a week ago.
Wonwoo frowns, not because he doesn’t want to, but because “We can’t.”
“Are you scared?”
Wonwoo is terrified. Of the forest. Of the wedding, his wedding, tonight. And of Soonyoung too.
This Soonyoung, especially, frightens him. The blankets pool around his waist. The sun streaming through the curtains dust his forehead and nose with a soft light that begs to be kissed.
“I’m not,” he lies. Wonwoo is scared, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to be that blanket, to be the sun. To be truly, properly silly.
“Then let’s go.”
Of Wonwoo’s many questions, the only one he can manage is, “What do you think of her?”
Soonyoung thinks about his answer, and it makes Wonwoo nervous. He isn’t sure why he wants his approval. Jieun is beautiful and smart. She’s a person who suits him, even if she doesn’t love Wonwoo. She likes him, at the very least, enough to humor him.
Jieun is perfect and safe, and Wonwoo wonders if Soonyoung understands that. If it matters to him.
“I think she’s lovely and that you two would make beautiful babies.” Without pause, Soonyoung asks, “Do you love her?”
“No,” Wonwoo admits. “But I can see it happening.”
Soonyoung hums, “I can see it happening too.” He's dipping his feet in the river, pants rolled up to his knees. He's tall enough now that the water hardly goes past his ankles.
Wonwoo can't bring himself to join him. Fear keeps him rooted as far away as possible, back touching the city's walls. Somehow, Wonwoo feels the border between them instead.
It might be too soon to ask. It's only been days since Soonyoung showed up at Wonwoo's council, dirt in between his fingers and toes, leaves in his hair. That day, he looked as if the earth swallowed him whole and spit him out.
Today, he looks nurtured by the earth. Loved, with sun-kissed skin and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair. He didn’t look this beautiful as a boy, or maybe Wonwoo never knew how to see him that way until now. Until the world introduced him to Jieun and said, this is what beauty looks like.
It might be too soon to ask, but seeing Soonyoung in the water, more at home than he had in his house, Wonwoo feels like he's running out of time.
"What happened to you? Where did you go?"
Soonyoung smiles, like it's a secret. And it’s unfair, how pretty it looks on him. "It's not something princes should know about, I'm afraid."
Disappointment cuts like a knife in his throat, but it doesn’t get too far down because Soonyoung steps forward in the next second. Palm open in an invitation, a challenge, and a proposal, maybe, because Wonwoo wants to see it that way.
[FILL] go on and ask him if it's really so silly
Major Tags: a very vague fantasy setting
Additional Tags: an intersection of frank ocean and hozier, soonyoung is literally so pretty the forest is in love with him, wonu bi
Permission to remix: Yes
“Your betrothed thinks we’re in love with each other.”
Soonyoung’s face is flushed red, and there are many reasons as to why that is: the chill air of a passing winter, the leftover adrenaline from his night swim, the alcohol buzzing through his system.
All three are likely. Likelier, at least, than feeling embarrassed, an emotion Wonwoo isn’t sure Soonyoung even knows how to feel.
The first time Soonyoung had drunkenly slurred this, Wonwoo’s heart had jumped out of his chest. He almost dropped Soonyoung too, and Wonwoo would have, if Soonyoung’s arms hadn’t been so tightly wrapped around his shoulders.
Soonyoung’s chin digs into his shoulder, and his breath is warm against the back of Wonwoo’s neck as he says it again. This time, he giggles at the end of it too, adds, “Isn’t it silly? The two of us, in love.”
That first time, all Wonwoo could do was tighten his grip on Soonyoung’s thighs as he carried him on his back. From the pub to Soonyoung’s house, Wonwoo swallowed down every stupid thing that threatened to spill from his chest. It was dangerous, how all the words he'd ever known wanted to be Soonyoung's so badly.
It’s the fourth night in a row Wonwoo’s carried him home, so he knows which words he can afford to let go. He frees a few of them now, tucks them into the night where it’s safe, where all of Soonyoung’s words stay too.
“I know,” Wonwoo gives in and gives up. “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so silly if it wasn’t us.”
Soonyoung had been dancing when Wonwoo first saw him.
Back when the forest was still generous, when it welcomed their people instead of swallowing them up, when Wonwoo was a crownless boy who spent his days running away from the palace.
Splashing in the water with his arms in the air, Soonyoung was a boy who danced to no music.
“What are you doing?” Wonwoo calls out, and the boy slips. He seems so comical that Wonwoo can’t help but laugh as he lands on his butt.
“Whoa!” he exclaims. The tips of his hair are dripping as he stands. "You, yelling out of nowhere, aren't you a rude one?"
That was how Wonwoo found him. It’s how Wonwoo keeps finding him every day too. He visits him by the river as the sun rises, and Soonyoung welcomes him each time. Feet bare and trousers soaked to his knees. Glowing red underneath the sun in a way only a careless boy could.
It’s the same way Wonwoo loses him, years down the line, around the same time the forest starts losing its patience too.
The solid weight of Soonyoung against his back is comforting. Wonwoo wants to carry him through the streets, out the city gates, and into the winding forest they knew as kids. He wants to carry Soonyoung far away, to a place where Wonwoo can keep him.
But the sun rises like it always does. It peeks through the thin curtains of Soonyoung’s only window, and Wonwoo knows he has to leave. The hour hand of the universe calls for him to.
A tiny voice stops him by the door, and it’s the first time Soonyoung's woken up before Wonwoo could leave. “Wonwoo?”
“What?” he turns around.
The house is bare, hardly lived in. There are cobwebs on the ceiling, and a few dust bunnies in a corner of the room. When Soonyoung came back, Wonwoo gave him this house to settle in. Seeing it like this, cold and dusty, worries him.
“Let’s go to the river," Soonyoung says easily, the way he used to when they were boys. As if he hadn't disappeared for five years and only resurfaced a week ago.
Wonwoo frowns, not because he doesn’t want to, but because “We can’t.”
“Are you scared?”
Wonwoo is terrified. Of the forest. Of the wedding, his wedding, tonight. And of Soonyoung too.
This Soonyoung, especially, frightens him. The blankets pool around his waist. The sun streaming through the curtains dust his forehead and nose with a soft light that begs to be kissed.
“I’m not,” he lies. Wonwoo is scared, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to be that blanket, to be the sun. To be truly, properly silly.
“Then let’s go.”
Of Wonwoo’s many questions, the only one he can manage is, “What do you think of her?”
Soonyoung thinks about his answer, and it makes Wonwoo nervous. He isn’t sure why he wants his approval. Jieun is beautiful and smart. She’s a person who suits him, even if she doesn’t love Wonwoo. She likes him, at the very least, enough to humor him.
Jieun is perfect and safe, and Wonwoo wonders if Soonyoung understands that. If it matters to him.
“I think she’s lovely and that you two would make beautiful babies.” Without pause, Soonyoung asks, “Do you love her?”
“No,” Wonwoo admits. “But I can see it happening.”
Soonyoung hums, “I can see it happening too.” He's dipping his feet in the river, pants rolled up to his knees. He's tall enough now that the water hardly goes past his ankles.
Wonwoo can't bring himself to join him. Fear keeps him rooted as far away as possible, back touching the city's walls. Somehow, Wonwoo feels the border between them instead.
It might be too soon to ask. It's only been days since Soonyoung showed up at Wonwoo's council, dirt in between his fingers and toes, leaves in his hair. That day, he looked as if the earth swallowed him whole and spit him out.
Today, he looks nurtured by the earth. Loved, with sun-kissed skin and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair. He didn’t look this beautiful as a boy, or maybe Wonwoo never knew how to see him that way until now. Until the world introduced him to Jieun and said, this is what beauty looks like.
It might be too soon to ask, but seeing Soonyoung in the water, more at home than he had in his house, Wonwoo feels like he's running out of time.
"What happened to you? Where did you go?"
Soonyoung smiles, like it's a secret. And it’s unfair, how pretty it looks on him. "It's not something princes should know about, I'm afraid."
Disappointment cuts like a knife in his throat, but it doesn’t get too far down because Soonyoung steps forward in the next second. Palm open in an invitation, a challenge, and a proposal, maybe, because Wonwoo wants to see it that way.
“But I could never say no to you, if you ask.”