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Joshua
"Did you think America would change things?"
Soonyoung/Seokmin
Seokmin looks at Soonyoung one more time, "I may not trust you with my wallet, but I do trust you with my life."
97 line
In the dark they grasped each other, fingers intertwined, and stepped forwards.
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Re: [FILL] the same as seventeen
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: idolverse, pining, character study, repressed little wonwoo
Permission to remix: Please ask
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Wonwoo doesn’t make promises.
He says he’ll try. He’ll do his best. But he won’t promise. Language is a powerful thing and Wonwoo would be the last person to mess with it. To promise is to commit and suddenly, Wonwoo has one fear.
Enter Wen Junhui.
A long, long time ago, in Seoul, South Korea, Wonwoo was a wee ninth-grader, shuffling his way from Changwon, Gyeongsang-do into a pistachio-green room with foggy mirrors and the worst body odour imaginable. He didn’t expect much, let alone a big welcome from the rest of the boys who were busy playing games, practising dance moves, or strumming instruments. He bowed, introduced himself, and the others followed suit, establishing their age order amongst other things, like their specialties and what they were currently working on. He was forced to spit out a verse by Seungcheol, who had a kind smile but stern demeanour and didn’t so much ask as he did demand. There was a pecking order and Wonwoo was dead last.
Soon, he would be flanked by Soonyoung and Mingyu, who clung to him like limpets, and Seungcheol wasn’t as terrifying as he used to be. Jihoon mainly kept to himself but let Wonwoo in from time to time, content to stay in the same booth as him so long as Wonwoo wasn’t too loud.
Enter Wen Junhui. He joined alongside Seokmin, a bright boy who could belt notes like no other and got along swimmingly with Mingyu and Soonyoung. Birds of a feather flock together it seemed, but that also meant that Junhui, fresh-faced from China and armed with an accented Korean greeting and lots of hand gestures, found a friend in the equally-as-quiet Wonwoo.
Wonwoo didn’t have to make promises as a seventeen-year-old with just enough money for a KTX ticket home and a dream, but seeing Junhui, a giant with noodles for arms and long, silky hair that he would tuck behind his ear with no recognition of how it made other people (re: Wonwoo) feel, he wanted to promise him the world. Yet, as their whole life was recorded on dated video recorders and everyone was privy to their adolescence, he grew increasingly afraid of what uttering a promise would mean.
Promise you’ll wake me up in five minutes otherwise saem will beat my ass.
You promised I could go on bathroom break!
Don’t say that. Promise me that we’ll debut together.
When Junhui sidled next to him in the practice room one day, their sweatpant-clad thighs squished together when Seungkwan and Chan started play-fighting next to them, he wanted someone to promise him that they could just stay like this forever.
“Do you want water?” he asked, offering Wonwoo a bottle after he chugged half the thing down. It was a gross thought to have but Wonwoo wondered if Junhui had tipped that bottle to his lips.
“I’m okay, thanks Jun-ah,” he responded but Junhui pushed the bottle into his hands anyway.
“I didn’t put my mouth on it, if you were wondering.” Wonwoo wanted to die in the walls of that studio.
He coughed in lieu of expressing his true thoughts and gingerly opened the lid again. Junhui laughed at him in that moment, pretending to hit the bottom of the bottle as Wonwoo waterfalled the rest of the water.
The only thing that was stopping Wonwoo from walking over to Junhui’s bunk in the middle of the night and kissing him senseless that very day was fear. He was afraid of what he would do if he didn’t keep himself in check and why, why, why kind, sweet, compassionate Junhui had to be the victim of his feelings. If it was Soonyoung, maybe they could just french it out and be done with it. He would never hold it against Wonwoo and would have just cashed in the favour later down the road. Ask him to buy him condoms and lube from the convenience store for him and call it even when they had the checks to justify dangerous acts like that.
That marked the first time Wonwoo made a promise to himself. Sure, he’d made promises to himself before, like promising to work hard to achieve his dreams, to make his parents proud, and other adjacent statements but this promise had arguably more gravity than all of the above.
Don’t tell Junhui that you’ve fallen in love with him. Don’t do it, or else you’ll never forgive yourself.
So ten years down the road, sixteen albums alongside sixty-something awards and even more nominations, hundreds of flights and concerts under their belt, Wonwoo has still kept his promise. Even when the nights were long and lonely, even when they were forced to change in close proximity backstage, mics tangled in each others’ and studs on jackets getting caught on each others’ threads, he never came any closer.
Though promises to yourself were the easiest to break, Wonwoo refused to do that himself.
So when Junhui calls him up, asking him to eat Chinese food with him, he doesn’t think twice. When Junhui wipes peanut sauce off his lips, he doesn’t cave.
But when Junhui boldly grabs his hand when they leave the restaurant and it begins to snow and everything goes quiet, fear strikes. As Wonwoo goes stock skill, staring at their intertwined hands, Junhui laughs again, the beautiful thing muffled by the yellow scarf pulled up to his chin. Has this happened before?
“You haven’t changed at all, Jeon Wonwoo,” Junhui says softly, and under that fond gaze, Wonwoo feels like he’s missing something.
“You haven’t either,” Wonwoo says in apropos of nothing, clearly not understanding what Junhui is trying to say. Not until he gets tugged closer to the other man and can see the snow piling up on his lashes.
“So you must’ve known that I’ve loved you since we were seventeen, right?”
Wonwoo blinks like it’s the only bodily function he remembers. Junhui squeezes his hand to remind him that he can do that too. In fact, he can do anything in the world as long as Wen Junhui, not so skinny and long-haired as he was all those years ago, is by his side. That fear congealed in every artery and valve in his heart all but dissolves.
Wonwoo doesn’t make promises. So Junhui, the boy who knows him inside and out, makes him one instead.
"It will be just like before, I promise."
Re: [FILL] the same as seventeen
Re: [FILL] the same as seventeen
and this: In fact, he can do anything in the world as long as Wen Junhui, not so skinny and long-haired as he was all those years ago, is by his side. That fear congealed in every artery and valve in his heart all but dissolves. is truly melting MY heart.... i love ROMANCE SO MUCH!!!!! the snow imagery is so beautiful! only wnh can do this to me. love is real. thank you so much for this <3