Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Jeonghan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: possibly one-sided attraction, volleyball (sigh), the miyatwinsification of Jihan, the spectre of Lee Jihoon, the innate setter-isms of Yoon Jeonghan Permission to remix: Yes WC:401 Going for hall of fame-horanghae.
A/N: I wrote this in one hasty sitting and it shows, sorry for mucking up blake, svt and hq in once clean sweep...impulsive decisions etc.
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When Kwon Soonyoung walks into the first KGC Ginseng practice of the season in a team jersey, bright red horanghae emblazoned on his chest—bigger, broader and brighter than the last time Jeonghan saw him, it is a reckoning of the only kind Jeonghan believes in: one he has foretold.
Jeonghan waits for him to come to him but he’s done more growing than the width of his thighs betray and it is Jeonghan who relents, Jeonghan who finally answers the call he knew would come.
When Sooyoung soars up towards the ceiling, the wind under his feet leaving all of them awed in its wake—when Soonyoung calls for Jeonghan with every steady kick-off propelling him closer to the skies: who the hell is Jeonghan to deny him?
He’s watched gods fall at Soonyoung’s feet for far less.
The ball bounces off Myungho’s forearms across the court and Soonyoung turns to Jeonghan, godless grin alight on his cheeks.
For a moment when their eyes meet, everything is air, weightless and devoid of the ghosts they’re both lugging behind them.
It doesn’t last.
Outside the court, Jeonghan is not Soonyoung’s favourite—and you never will be, goes unsaid in the protective arm Seungcheol throws around Soonyoung every time Jeonghan approaches.
Somewhere in Los Angeles, Joshua is having the last fucking laugh, and Jeonghan hates it, this constant, debilitating need to show up someone who’s not even there but that’s just one of the side-effects of severing a limb.
Perhaps that’s what Seungcheol is trying to tell him.
You can’t grow back a limb, Yoon Jeonghan. Nor can you carve it out of someone else.
Jeonghan bristles at the implications. He would kill to have Joshua standing where he is, by his side, but Joshua doesn’t come close to the monster pushing him for another toss after every practice.
Sometimes when Soonyoung’s playing, luminescent and feral, gaze so serrated it could draw blood from Jeonghan’s face if he let himself be looked at for too long, Jeonghan wants to ask him the truth of his creation.
What part of himself did he destroy when he was making you? Are you the severed limb or is he? What did it take to take to untether a flightless beast from the concrete?
Nothing. The ball flies over over his head and hits the floor. Everything.
[FILL] my best heart is a century of hunger
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: possibly one-sided attraction, volleyball (sigh), the miyatwinsification of Jihan, the spectre of Lee Jihoon, the innate setter-isms of Yoon Jeonghan
Permission to remix: Yes
WC:401
Going for hall of fame-horanghae.
A/N: I wrote this in one hasty sitting and it shows, sorry for mucking up blake, svt and hq in once clean sweep...impulsive decisions etc.
***
When Kwon Soonyoung walks into the first KGC Ginseng practice of the season in a team jersey, bright red horanghae emblazoned on his chest—bigger, broader and brighter than the last time Jeonghan saw him, it is a reckoning of the only kind Jeonghan believes in: one he has foretold.
Jeonghan waits for him to come to him but he’s done more growing than the width of his thighs betray and it is Jeonghan who relents, Jeonghan who finally answers the call he knew would come.
When Sooyoung soars up towards the ceiling, the wind under his feet leaving all of them awed in its wake—when Soonyoung calls for Jeonghan with every steady kick-off propelling him closer to the skies: who the hell is Jeonghan to deny him?
He’s watched gods fall at Soonyoung’s feet for far less.
The ball bounces off Myungho’s forearms across the court and Soonyoung turns to Jeonghan, godless grin alight on his cheeks.
For a moment when their eyes meet, everything is air, weightless and devoid of the ghosts they’re both lugging behind them.
It doesn’t last.
Outside the court, Jeonghan is not Soonyoung’s favourite—and you never will be, goes unsaid in the protective arm Seungcheol throws around Soonyoung every time Jeonghan approaches.
Somewhere in Los Angeles, Joshua is having the last fucking laugh, and Jeonghan hates it, this constant, debilitating need to show up someone who’s not even there but that’s just one of the side-effects of severing a limb.
Perhaps that’s what Seungcheol is trying to tell him.
You can’t grow back a limb, Yoon Jeonghan. Nor can you carve it out of someone else.
Jeonghan bristles at the implications. He would kill to have Joshua standing where he is, by his side, but Joshua doesn’t come close to the monster pushing him for another toss after every practice.
Sometimes when Soonyoung’s playing, luminescent and feral, gaze so serrated it could draw blood from Jeonghan’s face if he let himself be looked at for too long, Jeonghan wants to ask him the truth of his creation.
What part of himself did he destroy when he was making you? Are you the severed limb or is he? What did it take to take to untether a flightless beast from the concrete?
Nothing. The ball flies over over his head and hits the floor. Everything.
After all, he didn’t make me. I made myself.