Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Soonyoung Major Tags: sci-fi, space explorers, domesticity, on-again off-again relationship Additional Tags: semi-accurate scientific information Permission to remix: Please ask
once again maybe a little lighter than intended...sorry angst doesn't come easily to me but i had to try
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soonyoung makes it all the way to the pallene ring of saturn before he turns around. “i think i should get some credit,” he slurs into the comms array on his dashboard. “i was gone for almost a week. long enough for you to miss me, right?”
there's silence on the other end, because wonwoo had never picked up, just like the last three times soonyoung called.
“come on, now, that's not fair,” soonyoung says. “you could have stopped me. it wasn't all my fault.”
except it was, wasn't it. just like the last three times.
they’d made it off the forty-third moon of jupiter in one piece, what soonyoung called an impressive feat of piloting and wonwoo called a miracle. that was alright, they didn't need to agree. but then they had to decide where to go next.
and wonwoo wanted to stay on mars, keep ruining his vision by squinting at those dim little holobooks (he still refuses to get the surgery soonyoung has that gave him 20/10 vision and lets him see in the dark). soonyoung wanted to take the scenic route over the volcanoes of venus.
“it'll be romantic,” he'd said. “planet of loooove. eruptions.” he'd waggled his eyebrows. wonwoo had sighed and given him a look over the tops of his glasses.
“venus is dangerous, soonyoung.”
soonyoung had flopped over the couch dramatically so he could look at wonwoo upside down, see if that changed how he felt about him. maybe the angle would make it easier to leave. “not if we don't fly too low.”
the angle did help. when wonwoo said no, it wasn't so difficult to get up in the middle of the night (martian nights are a little longer than the ones back on earth, a few minutes more to linger in their bed before he slips away) and cram snacks into the cockpit of their banged-up star rover.
it was an impulse decision, but a fortune teller on venus told him it was the right one. they also told him he would find his real soulmate on desdemona, one of the moons of uranus.
he spent a little while giggling about uranus, the way he always does, the way that always makes wonwoo roll his eyes, and then he remembered he was supposed to be leaving wonwoo. he gave the fortune teller 50 credits, which seemed like a lot but they were the expert, not him, and then he set a course for desdemona.
and now he's orbiting saturn, since everyone knows saturn has the best distilleries. soonyoung isn't really sure what makes them the best, but he’s gotten fucked up pretty fast, so. maybe that.
“wonwoo, i know i’m not that great of a driver,” he says, leans real close to his comms like that will make wonwoo pick up any faster. “but you're worse. and—i don't want you to die.”
there's souvenirs scattered around the cockpit, reminders of places they've been where neither of them could resist a keepsake. soonyoung runs his fingers over the smooth rocks he collected from one of the martian river meanders the first time they visited.
“i didn't get anything from venus,” he sighs. “it didn't feel right, to collect something without you. i kept looking over to say things that were super funny and would have made you laugh, but you weren't there.”
“jesus, you really are drunk,” wonwoo’s voice comes tinny though the comms.
“wonwoo!” soonyoung straightens up. “i didn't think you even picked up.”
wonwoo sounds amused, that special brand of fond and exasperated he only saves for soonyoung. soonyoung thinks he could search all twenty-seven moons of uranus and never find anyone who sounds quite like that when they talk to him. “i figured i’d cut you off before it got embarrassing.”
“you've never complained about my lack of shame before.” that's not true—he has, and he will again, and maybe it will turn into another argument that makes soonyoung consider heading to another moon.
but now he's seen wonwoo upside down and right side up and sideways, and none of those angles were ugly enough to keep him away. okay, so his nose looks a little weird upside down. whatever.
four sols later soonyoung is slinking back through the door of their apartment, and wonwoo is sitting in the suspensor armchair that soonyoung hates because they can't both fit in it. “what, you run out of gas?” wonwoo says drily.
“ran out of snacks,” soonyoung says, because it's easier than telling the truth, which is that he pulled up into the stars above venus and couldn't decide where to go next. he floated past saturn and it was beautiful but he was alone, no one there to tell him not to just aim the rover into one of those spinning rings of dust and let it batter him around until he was a million little particles in orbit. “and i didn’t know where else to go.”
wonwoo gives him a look over his glasses, the way he does. “you needed impulse control, huh?”
sheepishly, soonyoung flops across his lap, legs dangling over the side of the chair, wonwoo’s bony knees digging into the meat of his thigh and the small of his back. he reaches up and pushes wonwoo’s glasses up the bridge of his nose. “i needed a ball and chain. this chair is fucking uncomfortable, can we get new ones? or maybe a couch? if we’re going to stay on mars, this place needs to feel more like home.”
you know me better than i do, so why didn't you stop me?
Major Tags: sci-fi, space explorers, domesticity, on-again off-again relationship
Additional Tags: semi-accurate scientific information
Permission to remix: Please ask
once again maybe a little lighter than intended...sorry angst doesn't come easily to me but i had to try
***
soonyoung makes it all the way to the pallene ring of saturn before he turns around. “i think i should get some credit,” he slurs into the comms array on his dashboard. “i was gone for almost a week. long enough for you to miss me, right?”
there's silence on the other end, because wonwoo had never picked up, just like the last three times soonyoung called.
“come on, now, that's not fair,” soonyoung says. “you could have stopped me. it wasn't all my fault.”
except it was, wasn't it. just like the last three times.
they’d made it off the forty-third moon of jupiter in one piece, what soonyoung called an impressive feat of piloting and wonwoo called a miracle. that was alright, they didn't need to agree. but then they had to decide where to go next.
and wonwoo wanted to stay on mars, keep ruining his vision by squinting at those dim little holobooks (he still refuses to get the surgery soonyoung has that gave him 20/10 vision and lets him see in the dark). soonyoung wanted to take the scenic route over the volcanoes of venus.
“it'll be romantic,” he'd said. “planet of loooove. eruptions.” he'd waggled his eyebrows. wonwoo had sighed and given him a look over the tops of his glasses.
“venus is dangerous, soonyoung.”
soonyoung had flopped over the couch dramatically so he could look at wonwoo upside down, see if that changed how he felt about him. maybe the angle would make it easier to leave. “not if we don't fly too low.”
the angle did help. when wonwoo said no, it wasn't so difficult to get up in the middle of the night (martian nights are a little longer than the ones back on earth, a few minutes more to linger in their bed before he slips away) and cram snacks into the cockpit of their banged-up star rover.
it was an impulse decision, but a fortune teller on venus told him it was the right one. they also told him he would find his real soulmate on desdemona, one of the moons of uranus.
he spent a little while giggling about uranus, the way he always does, the way that always makes wonwoo roll his eyes, and then he remembered he was supposed to be leaving wonwoo. he gave the fortune teller 50 credits, which seemed like a lot but they were the expert, not him, and then he set a course for desdemona.
and now he's orbiting saturn, since everyone knows saturn has the best distilleries. soonyoung isn't really sure what makes them the best, but he’s gotten fucked up pretty fast, so. maybe that.
“wonwoo, i know i’m not that great of a driver,” he says, leans real close to his comms like that will make wonwoo pick up any faster. “but you're worse. and—i don't want you to die.”
there's souvenirs scattered around the cockpit, reminders of places they've been where neither of them could resist a keepsake. soonyoung runs his fingers over the smooth rocks he collected from one of the martian river meanders the first time they visited.
“i didn't get anything from venus,” he sighs. “it didn't feel right, to collect something without you. i kept looking over to say things that were super funny and would have made you laugh, but you weren't there.”
“jesus, you really are drunk,” wonwoo’s voice comes tinny though the comms.
“wonwoo!” soonyoung straightens up. “i didn't think you even picked up.”
wonwoo sounds amused, that special brand of fond and exasperated he only saves for soonyoung. soonyoung thinks he could search all twenty-seven moons of uranus and never find anyone who sounds quite like that when they talk to him. “i figured i’d cut you off before it got embarrassing.”
“you've never complained about my lack of shame before.” that's not true—he has, and he will again, and maybe it will turn into another argument that makes soonyoung consider heading to another moon.
but now he's seen wonwoo upside down and right side up and sideways, and none of those angles were ugly enough to keep him away. okay, so his nose looks a little weird upside down. whatever.
four sols later soonyoung is slinking back through the door of their apartment, and wonwoo is sitting in the suspensor armchair that soonyoung hates because they can't both fit in it. “what, you run out of gas?” wonwoo says drily.
“ran out of snacks,” soonyoung says, because it's easier than telling the truth, which is that he pulled up into the stars above venus and couldn't decide where to go next. he floated past saturn and it was beautiful but he was alone, no one there to tell him not to just aim the rover into one of those spinning rings of dust and let it batter him around until he was a million little particles in orbit. “and i didn’t know where else to go.”
wonwoo gives him a look over his glasses, the way he does. “you needed impulse control, huh?”
sheepishly, soonyoung flops across his lap, legs dangling over the side of the chair, wonwoo’s bony knees digging into the meat of his thigh and the small of his back. he reaches up and pushes wonwoo’s glasses up the bridge of his nose. “i needed a ball and chain. this chair is fucking uncomfortable, can we get new ones? or maybe a couch? if we’re going to stay on mars, this place needs to feel more like home.”