Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Jihoon Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: summer feels, ambiguous relationships, yearning, uncertainty on feelings, idolverse, summer romance that never truly goes away, implied sexual content, Permission to remix: Yes a/n: hello op! it's me again! this fic is very much full of feelings and i wrote this with absolutely no idea where i'm going with it. i am not familiar with the summer of like and fob and mcr but i read through the manifesto and got hooked on the way pete's journals were so inexplicably full of Feelings and melancholy in a way (like, the vibes...) and this thing was born. it's probably a bit of a mess. but i hope it meets your expectations? enjoy:) ***
The summer Jihoon spent, alone, with Soonyoung is the summer that remains evergreen in Jihoon’s mind. He supposes there isn’t anything truly resembling solitude when every aspect of his life is stuffed with meetings and deadlines and expectations. It’s what he signed up for, it’s true. They were never fully alone, no matter what corner of South Korea, or the world, for that matter, they tried to hide themselves in.
But there’s something about heat-sticky summer air bloated with music and unrestrained laughter through open windows. Something about the freedom and joy that tasted like the youth he never fully got to grow into. Something about going to Jeju-do simply because they want to and they can. Something about it all that can make him forget it all; forget to check over his shoulder for cameras and fan swarms, forget to check to notifications on his phone from their manager.
He doesn’t remember the details of how Soonyoung managed to coax an entire free summer for them.
But here. He can list everything with heartstopping clarity from that summer. Orange and pink sunsets, clouds like smears on the horizon. The overly noisy splash of water at the Shinhwa water park and the shrieks of kids fucking around in the pools. The way Soonyoung’s bare chest gleams dark against the sun, water crystalline down his throat and arch of his neck. Curled up on the bed with the windows thrown open and welcoming like a fresh beginning. Frank Ocean soft through the air, the sheets damp under the indents of their knees. Summer heat shimmery against the darkening sky.
He’s never certain in those moments. Those moments when Soonyoung looks over as the shadows piece themselves together in the sky and Jihoon can only faintly see the outlines of Soonyoung’s face. Those moments when Soonyoung presses their lips softly together and Jihoon feels everything spill free like an open wound and the urge to press it all into song lyrics overwhelms and Jihoon unleashes it all upon Soonyoung’s skin. Shatters his words against the arch and roll of Soonyoung’s body and reforms them into a type of tactile worship he hadn’t known he was capable of. And then they're sticky and sweaty and so happy and Jihoon laughs, embarrassed, rolls away.
And then standing at the beach the next morning, the sun barely awake, Soonyoung certainly not, still sprawled on the bed, where Jihoon’s left him, to where he will inevitably return. But having this moment, rolling around thoughts in his head. Waves foamy over his toes, waiting for something to happen, for something to develop and some conversation to take place. He calculates every angle of every eyebrow tilt from the night before and wonders if there’s some coded love message in the gasps and grunts fused into his memory.
The ocean is still dark and ambiguous out far under the just breaking light. Jihoon decides that he has an aversion to the unknown and leaves the beach behind him, breathing around the well in his chest.
Soonyoung still isn’t awake when he toes off his shoes at the door and wipes his feet clean of sand. There is fondness, rushing like the tide through his chest. It’s pulling up some seaweed-like feelings he isn’t ready to deal with. So he shuts off his brain and climbs back into bed. It’s sweltering and he shouldn’t be pressing back into Soonyoung’s arms but he can’t help it. Soonyoung pulls him in unconsciously anyway, he tries to reason. He goes to sleep.
Summer swings around and goes. Jihoon wakes up one day and it’s time to go back, to the studio, to the dorm, to the rest of the members. Time to step back into the idol personas they both left in the trunk of their car.
The advent of autumn blows their summer apart like dead leaves and Jihoon drives them back to Seoul with his head not quite down from the clouds and giddiness still wrapping like messy velvet ribbons around his heart. They don’t speak much on the drive back. Jihoon feels distinctly like he’s leaving a part of himself behind.
When they pull up to the dorm building and step out, Soonyoung reaches for Jihoon’s hand instinctively, the way they’d always done at Jeju-do. Jihoon shakes him off like his body still holds implicit memory of shaking off summer bugs and mosquitoes. Perhaps there are kinder ways to remind him that they are now back in the prodding range of cameras and reporters and eyes and ears. There definitely are. Soonyoung moves to leave a noticeable distance between them.
They settle back into schedules with professional efficiency. Jihoon tries to rid himself of summer memories with far less success. On hotter nights he still opens his phone to the page of notes he had impulsively created.
There is only one line he’d penned from all those nights at Jeju-do.
Hot and miserable and so in love.
***
with the lack of frame of reference i had i based a lot of this on what i read in the manifesto.
[FILL] that one summer i can't help but return to
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: summer feels, ambiguous relationships, yearning, uncertainty on feelings, idolverse, summer romance that never truly goes away, implied sexual content,
Permission to remix: Yes
a/n: hello op! it's me again! this fic is very much full of feelings and i wrote this with absolutely no idea where i'm going with it. i am not familiar with the summer of like and fob and mcr but i read through the manifesto and got hooked on the way pete's journals were so inexplicably full of Feelings and melancholy in a way (like, the vibes...) and this thing was born. it's probably a bit of a mess. but i hope it meets your expectations? enjoy:)
***
The summer Jihoon spent, alone, with Soonyoung is the summer that remains evergreen in Jihoon’s mind. He supposes there isn’t anything truly resembling solitude when every aspect of his life is stuffed with meetings and deadlines and expectations. It’s what he signed up for, it’s true. They were never fully alone, no matter what corner of South Korea, or the world, for that matter, they tried to hide themselves in.
But there’s something about heat-sticky summer air bloated with music and unrestrained laughter through open windows. Something about the freedom and joy that tasted like the youth he never fully got to grow into. Something about going to Jeju-do simply because they want to and they can. Something about it all that can make him forget it all; forget to check over his shoulder for cameras and fan swarms, forget to check to notifications on his phone from their manager.
He doesn’t remember the details of how Soonyoung managed to coax an entire free summer for them.
But here. He can list everything with heartstopping clarity from that summer. Orange and pink sunsets, clouds like smears on the horizon. The overly noisy splash of water at the Shinhwa water park and the shrieks of kids fucking around in the pools. The way Soonyoung’s bare chest gleams dark against the sun, water crystalline down his throat and arch of his neck. Curled up on the bed with the windows thrown open and welcoming like a fresh beginning. Frank Ocean soft through the air, the sheets damp under the indents of their knees. Summer heat shimmery against the darkening sky.
He’s never certain in those moments. Those moments when Soonyoung looks over as the shadows piece themselves together in the sky and Jihoon can only faintly see the outlines of Soonyoung’s face. Those moments when Soonyoung presses their lips softly together and Jihoon feels everything spill free like an open wound and the urge to press it all into song lyrics overwhelms and Jihoon unleashes it all upon Soonyoung’s skin. Shatters his words against the arch and roll of Soonyoung’s body and reforms them into a type of tactile worship he hadn’t known he was capable of. And then they're sticky and sweaty and so happy and Jihoon laughs, embarrassed, rolls away.
And then standing at the beach the next morning, the sun barely awake, Soonyoung certainly not, still sprawled on the bed, where Jihoon’s left him, to where he will inevitably return. But having this moment, rolling around thoughts in his head. Waves foamy over his toes, waiting for something to happen, for something to develop and some conversation to take place. He calculates every angle of every eyebrow tilt from the night before and wonders if there’s some coded love message in the gasps and grunts fused into his memory.
The ocean is still dark and ambiguous out far under the just breaking light. Jihoon decides that he has an aversion to the unknown and leaves the beach behind him, breathing around the well in his chest.
Soonyoung still isn’t awake when he toes off his shoes at the door and wipes his feet clean of sand. There is fondness, rushing like the tide through his chest. It’s pulling up some seaweed-like feelings he isn’t ready to deal with. So he shuts off his brain and climbs back into bed. It’s sweltering and he shouldn’t be pressing back into Soonyoung’s arms but he can’t help it. Soonyoung pulls him in unconsciously anyway, he tries to reason. He goes to sleep.
Summer swings around and goes. Jihoon wakes up one day and it’s time to go back, to the studio, to the dorm, to the rest of the members. Time to step back into the idol personas they both left in the trunk of their car.
The advent of autumn blows their summer apart like dead leaves and Jihoon drives them back to Seoul with his head not quite down from the clouds and giddiness still wrapping like messy velvet ribbons around his heart. They don’t speak much on the drive back. Jihoon feels distinctly like he’s leaving a part of himself behind.
When they pull up to the dorm building and step out, Soonyoung reaches for Jihoon’s hand instinctively, the way they’d always done at Jeju-do. Jihoon shakes him off like his body still holds implicit memory of shaking off summer bugs and mosquitoes. Perhaps there are kinder ways to remind him that they are now back in the prodding range of cameras and reporters and eyes and ears. There definitely are. Soonyoung moves to leave a noticeable distance between them.
They settle back into schedules with professional efficiency. Jihoon tries to rid himself of summer memories with far less success. On hotter nights he still opens his phone to the page of notes he had impulsively created.
There is only one line he’d penned from all those nights at Jeju-do.
Hot and miserable and so in love.
***
with the lack of frame of reference i had i based a lot of this on what i read in the manifesto.