Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Wonwoo Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: Second Person POV, smug smug cat wonu Permission to remix: Yes
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He's insisting on a string of words being yours, but they don't sound like you and you don't remember.
He’s saying that you admitted to having feelings. For him and said them out loud. He’s saying that you spilled your guts, both figuratively, then literally.
And it might be true, because you didn’t invite him over but why else would he be here?
Like, surely you would know if you confessed your love to someone, to Wonwoo. Surely you would have woken up hungover, dehydrated and embarrassed as all hell. Maybe you would have sworn like a sailor into your morning coffee, scurried back into bed at the memory, and stared at the ceiling were that the case.
You are many things, but you definitely did not fall for his easy charm, the way his nose scrunches when he laughs, the way he has an answer for everything and shares it with you under his breath. His presence is a salve to the hustle of your daily life.
Clearly, you also trust him a little too much.
"Well, you were drunk," Wonwoo insists. His glasses today are transparent, which is silly to consider as a sign for something, but the frame choice feels like a loaded gun.
Once again, you try to worm your way out of the situation with an easy dismissal. You despise drinking with every ounce of yourself, rarely to that level of indulgence. “Are you calling me a lush?” you joke, but the memory does unhaze itself further.
Distantly, you do envision a version of yourself—or someone who looks like you. Who could ever be really certain?—pouring out your innermost feelings while hanging off the handrail while on the subway. How deeply embarrassing for them, whoever they may be.
Yoon Jeonghan, you are an idiot boy.
You let yourself get drunk enough to get vulnerable and share your real feelings, the rookiest of rookie moves.
"You said that I had to carry hyung home and take care of you, because that's what people in love do." Wonwoo stills after completing the sentence, then he smiles because he knows he's got you backed into a corner that you can't sweet talk your way out of, no matter how ferrety you can be.
“But are we, hyung?” he asks, pulling back the hammer. “Are we people in love?” He looks like a cat ready to swallow a mouse, and you, little rodent, aren’t getting out of this.
FILL: water in your hands
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Second Person POV, smug smug cat wonu
Permission to remix: Yes
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He's insisting on a string of words being yours, but they don't sound like you and you don't remember.
He’s saying that you admitted to having feelings. For him and said them out loud. He’s saying that you spilled your guts, both figuratively, then literally.
And it might be true, because you didn’t invite him over but why else would he be here?
Like, surely you would know if you confessed your love to someone, to Wonwoo. Surely you would have woken up hungover, dehydrated and embarrassed as all hell. Maybe you would have sworn like a sailor into your morning coffee, scurried back into bed at the memory, and stared at the ceiling were that the case.
You are many things, but you definitely did not fall for his easy charm, the way his nose scrunches when he laughs, the way he has an answer for everything and shares it with you under his breath. His presence is a salve to the hustle of your daily life.
Clearly, you also trust him a little too much.
"Well, you were drunk," Wonwoo insists. His glasses today are transparent, which is silly to consider as a sign for something, but the frame choice feels like a loaded gun.
Once again, you try to worm your way out of the situation with an easy dismissal. You despise drinking with every ounce of yourself, rarely to that level of indulgence. “Are you calling me a lush?” you joke, but the memory does unhaze itself further.
Distantly, you do envision a version of yourself—or someone who looks like you. Who could ever be really certain?—pouring out your innermost feelings while hanging off the handrail while on the subway. How deeply embarrassing for them, whoever they may be.
Yoon Jeonghan, you are an idiot boy.
You let yourself get drunk enough to get vulnerable and share your real feelings, the rookiest of rookie moves.
"You said that I had to carry hyung home and take care of you, because that's what people in love do." Wonwoo stills after completing the sentence, then he smiles because he knows he's got you backed into a corner that you can't sweet talk your way out of, no matter how ferrety you can be.
“But are we, hyung?” he asks, pulling back the hammer. “Are we people in love?” He looks like a cat ready to swallow a mouse, and you, little rodent, aren’t getting out of this.