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White Space

pairing: Hong Joshua | Kwon Soonyoung genre: Fluff words: 2.5k summary: "When will you come home? I miss you"                   "I miss you too, love...Soon I'll be home."

“Okay bye!” A noise combination of shoes being removed from the rack and a bag being slung over clothing echoed into the kitchen area, “See you Sunday night!”

Typically, Soonyoung would make a scene of him fake crying, clinging onto Chan’s soccer jersey or hiding his young son’s overnight bag in some obscure place like their neighbor’s storage cage. Props to Jeonghan for being consenting and doing the late-night requests of fetching said bag for said child. Joshua was never a fan of this strategy and often told Soonyoung to stop acting like a kid. This time was different as the door slammed shut from the rushed excitement, Soonyoung yelled back “be safe” from behind the cooling mug of tea in his hands. He would probably get a phone call later that night asking if he was okay from one of his many friends who were also dads to his kid’s soccer teammates. It gave him a mental note to set his phone to Do Not Disturb (with a single exception of his spouse) once he gets a confirmation text from Chan that he made it to the field safely.

“What do we do tonight, Simba?” Soonyoung asked into the seemingly empty, quiet abyss of the apartment. “Does a snack of tuna and cuddles while we watch Lion King sounds like a plan?” He spoke once again before finishing off his now cooled tea. The sound of paws making their way across the hardwood came from the hallway before it ended, and a small furry body appearing on the kitchen counter with a soft click. A meow came from the cat before it circled around Soonyoung’s arm resting on the surface of the counter, purring happily at his suggestion.

“Oh yes, that’s what I thought.” He gathered the animal into his arms and shuffled his socked feet across the hardwoods towards the sofa with hopes that Chan didn’t stash the DVD in his room.

Lion King was not in the living space’s DVD tower, hiding amongst any of the “cd’s without boxes” stacks in the storage cabinet or in Chan’s room. He checked in Chan’s desk, under his bed, in the dresser, and even the kid’s bathroom, twice. Soonyoung was stuck nonetheless. Simba circled around him, occasionally stopping to rub her face against his thigh. Normally he would think this was her method of consoling him when he was feeling down and out but then she always bit his hand when he tried to pet her as thanks. She totally just wanted to hurt him even more. Rude.

“Perhaps it’s in our room?” Soonyoung mused to himself, a hand scratching at his scalp. Simba meowed before she sauntered her way back toward the living space. Oh. Thanks for the help. Soonyoung poked his tongue in the feline’s direction. The male fixed up his son’s room despite it having already been a mess prior to him digging around, dusted his jeans off with a few quick swipes before dejectedly moving to the last location of this search. He could entertain renting it through the internet instead of going through all this work. Meh. Oddly, Simba hadn’t retreated from the hunt as the feline was sitting in front of the closet doors. Her black eyes followed Soonyoung’s movements as he entered the space.

“You think it’s in there?” He was skeptical, to say the least. It would be beyond weird for a DVD to end up in their wardrobe. Especially when it was home to just that, clothes. And maybe some of Josh’s stray design materials that were stored there instead of in the study where the rest of his sewing things were kept. 

A cross between a meow and annoyed hiss came from the creature. Some sort of sign that yeah, it was in there, idiot. The male playfully huffed then reached to pull the doors back. In the time it took him to do both things Simba had fled from the scene. She was truly a great help. With a soft thump of his bum landing on the floor, the great search began once again.

“It’s not here!” The thud of Soonyoung’s back and upper limbs hitting the floor resonated in the room, or at least in his ears. Either way, something seemed to be mocking him. Kind of. Truthfully speaking he would do the same. 

“I should have stopped Chan from abandoning me.” He mumbled while staring ahead at the off grey ceiling, “He would know where the movie was...” And I wouldn’t be alone. A moment passed till he garnered enough strength to heave himself up into his earlier sitting position. He gave one last glance before opting to just head to bed early (it was barely 8). No case was in sight. He softly shut the doors. Maybe another cup of tea would do some good. 

However, before Soonyoung made his way across the room, a white material caught his eye. He shuffled over to see a white button up that had probably been unceremoniously dumped only to be forgotten till…well now. Now that he thought about it, it had been there awhile. Catching the great Joshua Hong was often difficult with his busy schedules. His spouse was truly too busy for his own good. Whenever there was a spare moment, rare as they were, a pleasant exchange occurred. That was if Soonyoung didn’t freeze up halfway. That’s another story though.

The raven-haired male collected the once crisp material into his hands. His thumbs slowly ran along a section of the cloth. As if he was hit by one of Chan’s stupid foam soccer balls, a wave of longing hit Soonyoung. Sure, Joshua was busy all the time, but he still got the male every night even if it was to just sleep. But when the elder left for trips without him, his heart was heavy.

Sure, Joshua had left for a few days (read: weeks) to visit his family in the States. His parents were coming upon an important wedding anniversary and they wanted to renew vows. When they got wind of the event Soonyoung had tried his best to request time off to go. He ended up denied while Joshua offered to not go since he couldn’t leave his SoonSoon behind (he remembered about Chan, but Chan had soccer and school, he would be fine this time). Soonyoung refused with the excuse someone had to take care of Chan and well, Joshua couldn’t miss something so important to his parents. Joshua knew that too. Occasionally the elder sent messages as a sort of update on how he was doing, what he did and maybe a dorky selfie or a picture he took that day. In addition to Josh’s messages, Soonyoung also received picture messages from Mrs. Hong. Those were candid of her son mostly. He cried when she had sent him a picture of Josh K.O. in the family den, cuddling the wolf plush. No one knows about how he cried in the kitchen that morning except Simba, maybe Myungho. Who knows. Not him.

Soonyoung brought the shirt up, gently rubbing the fabric against his cheek before nuzzling his nose into it. There was a faint aroma of cologne, a hint of pine most likely from an office place freshener. But really, it just smelled like home. Not the home he was currently in or his childhood home. No. His home that was in Joshua’s arms. Somewhere he could hear Myungho gagging at this thought. His theoretical pride didn’t care as he nuzzled a little more into it for another moment. The weight that had been previously on his heart lifted even a little.

Soonyoung quickly shed himself of his hoodie to replace the article with a quiet rustle of Joshua’s button up. Slowly his tiny fingers slotted the clear buttons through their respective places. Unknowingly a meaningful grin grew onto his lips as his extended his arms out to give himself a look over. When the smaller turned toward the mirror positioned beside the door, the grin shifted into a shy smile at the view. The material hung off Soonyoung’s frame in places where it would have sat perfectly on its owner. Joshua’s broad shoulders, few cm longer torso, and long arms did Soonyoung no justice, but it humored him. With a small flap of his arms, the sleeves swooshed quietly against the air. A loud laugh escaped from the male, followed by a content sigh. At that moment he could vividly picture the elder grinning at him, maybe chuckling at Soonyoung being a dork, maybe helping him take the article back off. 

“I miss him.” His reflection mimicked the words silently. He puffed his chest up a bit, held his hands out in the air as if he was holding a teacup. A kind of posh aura floated around his pose.

“Good day, mister Hong.” Soonyoung greeted the reflection. Not even a second later did he crack into laughter. This is dumb but-Right as he was about to open his mouth to respond back Back Hug sang off the walls of the apartment startling the small male before recognition ran through him and he broke into a sprint to find the source of the music. 

As if Satan had a plan for Soonyoung’s end, his mobile was being hidden under the soft of Simba’s body. His mind was racing. A solid thirty seconds had passed since the ringtone began. If he recalled it right Joshua wouldn’t wait beyond a few rings, five at the max incase Soonyoung was busy and he didn’t want to burden the younger with a silly call. The only method to free his mobile was to just move his feline wife. Hopefully.

“Simba, shoo.” The male lifted the hissing creature off the device, careful to tuck her into his side so he could retrieve his phone. Satan’s worker could jump back up onto the table which would lead to a vicious cycle he didn’t have the time for this time. His heart couldn’t handle that. With quick movement, he accepted the call, placed the device to his ear with no care about what type of call he was receiving.

“Uhm, love?” Joshua’s gentle voice filled Soonyoung’s senses. Were those tears prickling in the corner of his eyes? “Love, as much as I love your ear I would like to see the rest of you.” What- Soonyoung pulled away to squint at the screen until he saw a familiar eye smile that he loved to the bottom of his heart. Jesus, he’s whipped.

“Hello there, love.” Joshua greeted with a laugh into the camera, a small wave going with it.

“Hello, love.” Soonyoung softens even more. He flops his body onto the nearby loveseat and brings his legs up to almost cross them on the chair. Joshua waits patiently as he watches. 

“Are you busy?” The latter questioned. His own camera jumps a bit as he made himself comfortable as well. The background looks like the dining space he once spent Thanksgiving at years before. Lighting was kind of dark, most likely due to the fact it was early morning, but Joshua still came out in high quality despite it.

“It took you a while to answer so if-,” Soonyoung shouted, little to his own control, a ‘no’ before the elder could finish. The latter jumped a little at the outburst. He muttered a quick apology.

“Simba was claiming my phone as her own.” He informed while frowning at the feline that had rounded the corner upon hearing her name. Joshua chuckled at him, commenting that Simba would get jealous of him for stealing Soonyoung away during what was to be their alone time. The younger rolled his eyes.

A comfortable silence enveloped them for what seemed like an eternity (he was delusional, shush) until the elder broke it.

“That shirt looks good on you.” Soonyoung sheepishly scratched at his cheek, the sleeve dropping down his arm. Another moment passes as he tried to collect his emotions, thoughts and overall comprehension because for fuck sake he just got wearing the elder’s clothing. It wasn’t a bad thing just, wow could Soonyoung be even more grossly domestic. He could actually, be more domestic that is but instead, he wanted to thank Joshua for the compliment amongst other things like how everyone was doing, if the preparations were going well, if he was sleeping and eating enough. If he was stressed out to just mellow out and listen to his favorite artist. If he called Chan yet but none of that came out. How could it when all he truly wanted to do was soak up all that was the elder before him. Skin that was gradually becoming more tanned from the LA sun, mused hair from probably having been frustrated that morning, eyebags that clearly answered his lack of sleep question, tired but amazingly bright smile. Oh god. The eyes that Soonyoung would purposely get lost in every second of his life. If it were possible to even reach through the small screen, he would hold the elder’s face in his palms and place the gentlest kiss on Joshua’s lips. 

In his dreams because instead, a hushed “when are you coming home?” came out followed by an even quieter “I miss you.” And with that, any sort of happy environment crashed with those words. Joshua’s warm, loving expression remained but with a hint of apologetic behind his eyes. Soonyoung felt guilty now.

“I miss you too, love…” the male gently muttered, “Soon, I’ll be home.” And Soonyoung believed what he said, he always did. It may have helped that Joshua assured him each time. Preparations had finished up so by Monday at the earliest he was free of family obligations. Soonyoung’s heart rose with the news, even if for a second because the elder continued to say he was going to stay a few more days to catch up with friends. He tried to not show his disappointment, but his shoulders deflating made it obvious.

“I’ll do my best to call every morning and night.” Joshua tried to appease the younger. He was beyond thankful for that. “I need to go, SoonSoon.” Phrases of English were exchanged of to the side with who Soonyoung assumed was one of his parents.

“Have a good night and sleep well when you do.”

“I will, I will.” Soonyoung sniffed, “Bye Josh. Have a good day as well, love.” The elder gave one last smile before he disconnected the call that sent Soonyoung’s phone into black. The male sunk down the cushions and sighed aloud. Soon, he reminded himself. In the meantime, he pulled the collar of the shirt up, so he could drown in home before his eyes fell shut, sleep taking over his senses— Sometimes you gotta be bold, just rock the world. booYAH!! ARE YOU HAPPy HUH??

Soonyoung gripped his phone in his hand and placed the device to his ear. Groaning obnoxiously into the speaker, “What is it, Seokmin?”

“Are you okay? Chan got here on time and without tear stains on his jersey—” The elder of the two hung up and turned the device off. Now wasn’t the time. Sleep was the time.

Soonyoung waved the mobile in the air before tossing it back onto the table, “Simba! You can have my phone now!”

[svtlanes]

Soft Mornings & Missing Shirts

pairing: Hong Joshua | Kwon Soonyoung genre: fluff words: summary prompt: "also that shirt looks like it belongs to hoshi...like the style of it and all. I mean, imagine having to rush to schedule and josh just grabbing one of hoshi's shirts cuz he spent the night in hoshi's room anyway and he got too lazy and the shirt provides emotional comfort to go through another busy day” -channie, 2k17

**there is implied sexual content**

A hand was grasping a handful of Jisoo’s shirt, in a non-bothersome way that is. In fact, the intimacy of the action sent his heart into a small flip. It was a daily occurrence that never failed to make him feel happier. The elder shifted into a comfortable state, snuggling into his pillow further, only to be greeted by a low groan, a slight shift to accommodate Jisoo’s change and the arm hanging over his side to pull them closer. Yeah, he was content with this.

If he had tried to turn his body around to wake the other, which he should have since he recalled a knocking sound a few moments ago, but he learned over time that disrupting the body wasn’t ideal. Especially when he felt a languid biting on his shoulder as an act of “punishment” for trying to disrupt the other body’s sleep. So, attempts were futile but Jisoo wasn’t going to be one to complain. This was especially true when he felt the other go lax and he can feel the evened breath against his nape. That was probably the last conscious memory Jisoo had before slipping into Neverland. That and a warmth snuggling into his back.

However, Neverland was rudely disturbed upon an irritably loud banging on the door to the room. The body pulled Jisoo closer, the other's nose burrowing into his nape. Jisoo’s response is to pull the covers further up, covering at least both their heads. At least this is what he hoped with his lazy movements. If he just pretended to not have heard the noise, it didn’t happen. Clearly, that was not going to happen by the outside voice that came next.

“I’m both respecting your privacy by knocking but asserting my authority as your mother by coming in anyway!” The voice yelled ( and cracked ) over other noise akin to feet moving along the floor. There was a shushing and ‘don’t get us another noise complaint, Junhui!’ Ah, he should have guessed. Another second passed before the door swung open.

“Hey, lovebirds.” Junhui gripped the comforter, ripping it off the pair, “We have a recording to get to and if you want to go the day without food, then be my guest.” Jisoo squinted up at the Chinese male standing above them, his eyes slowly losing sleep. The latter was wide awake, a heaven sent for the time of day, and dressed for their said schedule. What time was it anyway?

“They don’t have time to eat.” Jeonghan peeked his head into the room, toothbrush hanging in his mouth. “We have to go now, Cheol gave the last warning.” The blonde informed before his head disappeared. Hopefully to finish his brushing to spare them of horrible morning breath. Wait, last warning? Jisoo’s body acted upon instinct, shooting up, out of bed and fetching any readily available clothing. This was with complete disregard to the human that was previously clinging onto him. He had to hurry his ass up to avoid the leaders scolding.

 Soonyoung was rubbing his cheek, some sort of attempt to rid himself of the last ounce of sleep in him when they unloaded from the van. His eyes instantaneously closed when the sun overwhelmed his senses. The shit was this was bullshit? He grumbled as he filed in behind the other members, specifically Wonwoo, Jisoo with the last few following behind him. The male ducked his head to avoid the blinding rays from further harming him but it partly failed. His next try was to just stare at Jisoo’s back with the hope of the black material draped over him to help. It failed as well. But wait. Soonyoung cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at the American boy’s sleeves. Was Josh wearing his shirt?

“Have a fun morning, hyung?” Minghao’s boney arm found purchase around Soonyoung’s shoulders. The smaller of the two grumbled before pouting in response. Soonyoung was truly mad at how the morning had gone. Why did they have to have a damned recording first thing in the morning? He was perfectly content with his morning. There were rare moments for him and Jisoo to share nights together aka nights they could kick out Soonyoung’s four other roommates. Even if it was just for nonsense talks, cuddling and occasionally other things. It brought a cheeky grin to Soonyoung’s face when he thought about the hickey hiding under Jisoo’s rib cage. But for Christ sake, he finally had some alone time with Jisoo, even if the other had rudely dropped Soonyoung like last season’s jacket. He was hurt by the other but that didn’t last long. No, not when the other had fallen asleep against Soonyoung’s shoulder on the van ride to the salon. He was truly weak.

However, the only bad thing about this exchange was the cocky grin the Chinese male had on his lips. Last Soonyoung had known, Minghao was the worst to wake up so he didn’t understand what he was getting at. The taller would have been scolded just as much he had. Except they all knew Seungcheol doted on the youngest Chinese member sometimes. It made him roll his eyes at the favoritism that was sometimes clear.

“Cut the shit and go find your walking plum.” Soonyoung grouched. He wasn’t about to deal with Minghao’s teases this early in the fucking morning. Especially not when Wonwoo was wearing the worst thing in all their closet’s combined and Minghao had the decency to let his boyfriend inflict fashion terrorism on them. He should be compensated for emotional trauma.

“He’s not my business,” Minghao responded before leaving Soonyoung’s side, deciding to go bother Junhui and Jeonghan instead. By the way, Jeonghan smacked Minghao’s arm, his presence wasn’t very much welcomed and Soonyoung was just fine with that.

  Soonyoung threw himself into the salon chair as fast as he could, opting to get a few more moments of sleep before inevitably going back to sleep but with the caution of makeup and hair. Not that the hair aspect mattered at this point. The raven-haired male glanced around, seeing the other members get into chairs while the others chatted or consumed some anti-oxidant juice pouch. He should probably get one after he gets made up but before he conks back out.

“Is that your shirt?” Soonyoung overheard Jeonghan ask Jisoo. The blonde picked at the other 95 liner’s sleeve with curiosity, the juice pouch hanging between his teeth. Jisoo merely shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s what was within reach.” The other responded with a small grin. Jeonghan’s brow quirked but he was too lazy to inquire further and left the other. He was truly too lazy at times. However, Soonyoung’s eyes scanned over the black with white accents material draped over the elder’s thin frame. He could have sworn he owned a shirt similar to it. Was it really his or did all their clothes just mesh into a cohesive pile of clothes that all were the same? As he felt Soonyoung’s scrutinizing eyes on him, he probably did because let’s be real here, Jisoo looked over at the other sitting in the chair. That small grin he had prior gradually turned into a shy smile. It was then a light bulb went off. Hong Jisoo only over did the shy smile when he was admitting to something.

“The shit-,” Soonyoung whispered under his breath before a stylist came over and spun his chair forward. That didn’t stop him from averting his attention to the mirror to look for the church boy in the reflection. And by damned, Jisoo was still smiling over in Soonyoung’s direction. With a small mutter of “holy shit” under his breath, he felt like he solved the world’s greatest mystery.

  “Is Hosh okay?” Chan asked as he plopped down beside Hansol. The American shrugged his shoulders then looked at the smaller male beside him. Both the maknae’s looked on wanting answers that apparently only Jihoon had. Which he did, because duh, it was fucking obvious. After Soonyoung had gotten his makeup done and hair presentable with a simple comb and fringe separated, Jisoo had taken his spot. The squishy dancer plopped onto the chair that had been Jisoo’s and instead of doing his normal, passes the fuck out in a manner that will mess his neck up and induce complaining about the rest of the day, he stayed awake. His eyes were trained on the mirror way before him, a sickening grin on his face as he sat on his hands. Yeah, Soonyoung was A-Okay.

Jeonghan having joined the group, whispered into both the kid’s ears. Jihoon assumed it was to tell them the obvious since they were just kids. But in all seriousness, it has been over a year and they should be used to this or at least spot the signs. Then again, they were just kids.

“OH!” Chan gasped then paused for a moment. The maknae’s mouth opened to speak but no words were heard as an outburst of “I didn’t sign up for this!” sounded in the salon. The stylists didn’t mind it and neither did the members. Their eyes all went to the chair beside Jisoo that was holding a frowning Minghao. Wonwoo walked over to the Chinese male and gently petted his head as a way of calming the younger. Per usual, Minghao swatted the elder’s hand away, in addition, to kick him in the shin. This was always magic as his stylist didn’t reprimand him or screw up his make-up as she had been applying eyeliner to the male’s eyes.

Junhui’s voice soon filled the salon after that with a “GOD DAMMIT POSH, LET US LIVE.”

[svtlanes]

Milk and Honey

“Imagine your OTP waking up at the same time for a midnight snack and Person B scares Person A on accident”. Or something like that. 

For Wonwoo, it was one of those nights where his troubles got the best of him and even sleep couldn’t help him ease his mind.

 He had laid in bed eyes meeting the ceiling as he waited for his eyelids to droop. Sleep never came to him and Wonwoo spent an hour or so, listening to the snores coming from the body beside him. Around 3:34 AM, Wonwoo decided he needed help and he was out the bed in two minutes, sauntering into the kitchen.

Wonwoo poured himself a glass of milk and placed the drink into the microwave before pressing the buttons. Growing up, Wonwoo would encounter nights that would render him sleepless and his mom would always take him by the hand into the kitchen and have a warm glass of milk. As childish as it seemed, it would always work and Wonwoo would often find himself nursing a glass of milk on nights like these.

Wonwoo tapped his fingers gently on the countertop, counting down the seconds as he waited for his milk to finish warming up. He needed to be up in a few hours and this milk was his last resort. He couldn’t help but to feel jealous at the sudden reminder of his companion sleeping in his room still. Mingyu could sleep through a storm, not even rolling around once within the night. The microwave went off, informing Wonwoo his milk was done. Wonwoo quickly popped the microwave open and picked up his glass, careful not to burn himself. The idea of a warm drink and sleep following him afterwards sent relief to his body as he closed the microwave door.

“What are you doing?”

Wonwoo jumped in his spot, almost dropping his mug. He whipped his head around to see Mingyu standing at the entrance of the kitchen, eyes half closed still full of sleep and his hair sticking out in different directions.

“Holy shi-- Mingyu! You scared me!”

“Sorry…” Mingyu mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. “You weren’t in bed and I got concerned.”

Wonwoo couldn’t help but to feel his heart skip a beat at the sight of Mingyu still half asleep and concerned for his well-being. For someone who valued his sleep, Wonwoo wouldn’t have thought Mingyu would notice his absence. He watched the boy stifle a yawn before rubbing his eyes again, a slight pout hanging on his lips. It was all so normal yet to Wonwoo, it was all too cute.

“When are you coming back to bed?” Mingyu asked.

Wonwoo glanced down at his cup of milk and then back up at Mingyu. “When I’m done with my milk?”

Mingyu nodded and turned on his heel, heading back into the bedroom. “Don’t be too long.”

Wonwoo waited until Mingyu was gone from his sight before he averted his attention to nursing his milk. It wasn’t as warm as when it first came out the microwave but it will suffice. Wonwoo took his time sipping his drink and basking in the stillness of the night, in an attempt to wind down and settle his mind. Wonwoo was halfway through his milk when Mingyu had called out from their bedroom.

“Are you done yet?”

Wonwoo chugged whatever was left of his milk, wincing slightly at the overwhelming amount of dairy he just ingested. He quickly rinsed his cup in the sink and set it aside on the rack to dry and began to make his way back to bed. Mingyu was facing the door when Wonwoo entered and he immediately perked up. Mingyu pulled back the covers and waited for Wonwoo to slip himself back into the sheets beside him. When Wonwoo had finished settling back into bed, Mingyu wrapped an arm around Wonwoo’s waist and rested his cheek against Wonwoo’s shoulder.

“Something bothering you?” Mingyu asked. “You never wake up in the middle of the night.”

Wonwoo chuckled. “You never wake up in the middle of the night. This isn’t the first time that I got up. You’re just too tired to notice.”

“This isn’t the first time?!” Mingyu exclaimed. “How come I didn’t know? Why don’t you ever tell me?”

Wonwoo laughed. He didn’t have to look at Mingyu to know he was probably pouting, upset that he was never informed of Wonwoo’s awful sleeping habits. The thought had crossed Wonwoo’s mind, informing Mingyu about his sleepless nights. However, he could never bring himself to do it. Especially when Mingyu was curled up against Wonwoo’s side, dreaming of God knows what.

Wonwoo brought an arm around Mingyu’s shoulder to pull him closer to his body. Mingyu rearranged himself until he was tucked under Wonwoo’s chin, head resting on his chest and listening to the sound of Wonwoo’s steady heartbeat.

“Don’t be mad,” Wonwoo said. “I just didn’t want to interrupt your beauty sleep.”

Mingyu let out a scoff. “Still. No problem is ever too small, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“I know, I know. Now, hush and go to sleep.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“Shh.”

Mingyu let out a sigh of irritation but he obliged, snuggling closer to Wonwoo as he felt his eyes droop. Wonwoo’s lips curved up as he felt himself fall into slumber with the help of Mingyu’s warmth and the glass of milk.

[svtlanes]

Sugar Free

Rating: C because I like to curse a lot?? I’m so sorry. Summary: Hansol may regret many things, like rooming with Seungkwan, but there are two things he will never really regret.

There was always a weird factor to living in flat complexes, or so Hansol had always been told. He always counteracted with “how much more badly could it be than dormitories?” Which silenced the prior every time. A month or so into the new living arrangement, Hansol still believed his family and friends were bullshitting him. There has not been loud music playing, like in the dorms, no obnoxious love making next door or a floor above, like in the dorms, or any unnecessary yelling of roommates/partners, like in the dorms. The feeling of being right made Hansol unbelievably proud, that his flatmate was getting sick of the daily “I told you so.”

Then karma decided to bite Hansol in the ass for that time he ate Seungkwan’s last bimpap roll because during midterm week, he was introduced to loud screaming ( was that Korean he heard or- ) and doors slamming from the flat next door. At first, he thought it was just a loud screening of some angsty romance flick but the shaking of the wall from an actual door ( he assumed the front door ) slamming told him otherwise.

“Hey Boo!” Hansol called out as got up from his desk, “Do you know what just happened?” He asked while peeking halfway out of his room. The male spotted his flatmate on the couch watching a documentary over trot, appearing unaffected by what just happened. How he could appear so casual in a time like this was beyond Hansol.

“How would I know?” Seungkwan countered before shoving popcorn into his mouth, “They were yelling in Mandarin.” Hansol could only stare at his flatmate in wonder because his seemingly clueless friend knew what dialect was what in Chinese. Nevertheless, he could have cared less because what just happened next door. Honestly, he wanted to know just to know but something told him that nothing good had happened. If he recalled correctly, he had met their neighbor only once and that was in elevator. The kid was maybe taller or shorter than he was, but he appeared too innocent and pure that Hansol wondered if he was even able to lease a flat. They had not talked but he noticed the kid was busy muttering under his breath while typing away on his phone all the way from the elevator to their respective hall areas. However, that was the extent of his knowledge on their neighbors.

“Do you know who lives next door?”

“Sophomores.”

“God Boo, you’re so helpful.” Hansol’s voice was laced with playful annoyance that only caused the latter to throw his head back and groan.

“A kid named Mingyu and a random Chinese kid. But god knows if Mingyu even lives there since he’s always staying with that weird hyung on the second floor.” Hansol quickly tuned out the gossip. Once you got Seungkwan started, you technically could not stop him until everything was out there. Everything. Therefore, taking the best option that presented itself, he slipped back into the safety of his room. In addition, he made sure to noticeably close ( slam ) the door. A loud “are you kidding me?!” sounded from the action. He would be lying if he said he did not laugh. Whatever had happened in the flat next door, Hansol firmly believed it was a one-time thing.

Hansol was dead wrong.

Over the span of two weeks, every other day there appeared to be a fight of sorts next-door ( his midterm week suffered a lot ). There was an instance one night where Mingyu, he was some sort of baby giant, ended up in their flat because his closet boyfriend was away and he definitely did not want to be in that chaos. Seungkwan was all open ears arms on the matter. It was even that day that Hansol met the other flat mate.

“Oh, Minghao?” Mingyu revealed as he threw his legs over the leg of the sofa. When Boo said ‘make yourself at home’, the latter was not afraid to take him up on it.

“Yeah, what’s up with all the yelling?” Hansol inquired. The latter went quiet in what Hansol assumed was him trying to piece everything together so it was not a mess. Gossip Boo heard that Mingyu stirred up trouble for his lack of before thought.

“Hao and his boyfriend are having a couple’s spat, a big one apparently.” Mingyu disclosed, adjusting himself so he was sitting like a normal human. In the background, you could hear muffled shouting then furniture scraping against the floor. Part of him cringed because their security deposit was big bucks and a simple dent in the floor would be the end of that. “Usually they’re quiet and loving and gross shit like that but Junhui’s been seeing some guy behind Hao’s back. Dick move right?” Hansol could only nod his head. That kid in the elevator, the one who muttered to his phone, with some unicorn throw up hair, was being cheated on? Boy was the world cruel.

“WOAH WHAT?!” Both the males turned back to see a shocked Boo holding onto the doorframe between their kitchen, holding a bowl of orange slices. Mingyu nodded then shrugged his shoulders, as if understanding some secret message Boo was sending through his astonished eyes. Was there even a message, Hansol asked as he squinted at his friend’s expression.

“But why the fighting?” Hansol inquired next while turning his attention back to the real topic. God he sounded like a less desperate version of Seungkwan. Just like a few moments ago, he shrugged again and told them he had not been able to understand their yelling and that when he asked his friend, he would only shake his head and go back to sipping some banana milk. Another round of yelling and screaming began in the distance. All of them exchanged anxious glances before Boo sat himself down next to Mingyu, spouting off questions that got one-worded answers. While the two were doing their thing, Hansol excused himself to get his work from the dining area. Not even before he picked up his calculus 2, the front door to Mingyu and Minghao’s flat shut with a loud thud. He peered back to the two behind him. Neither of them paid heed to the event. Which was nonsense because how could you have not heard that. Emitting a sigh, Hansol grabbed his textbook and adjacent notebook but was halfway interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hansol can you get that since you’re, y’know, closer to the door?” Oh so now Seungkwan was paying attention. Rolling his eyes, Hansol grunted in response and went to the door. His friend was a pain in the ass, he swore on it. Upon turning the knob, he was exposed to a puffy eyed, dried tear covering his face, and rainbow haired boy. Minghao.

“Is Mingyu here?” The boy hiccupped, a sweater pawed hand instantly going up to cover his mouth. Hansol could only silently nod his head, stepping back a bit for the other to step in. Minghao refused then called for the taller who instantly appeared in front of him. Mingyu quickly engulfed Minghao into a huge hug and yelled a quick thank you, ushering the two back into their flat.

The next day Mingyu dropped by explaining that hopefully there wouldn’t be any more yelling ( especially since they got a noise complaint this time and that he argued with Junhui he couldn’t ever come back. ) Seungkwan and Hansol only nodded and gave their best wishes, for what reason they didn’t quite know.

However, not even a few days later there was a loud thud from the room beside Hansol’s. The male jolted up from his sleep, frantically looking around. His eyes caught his clock: 3AM. He crawled out of bed and made his way into the living space. No Boo in sight. Odd. Just before the male returned to his room, he heard that oh so familiar sound of the front door slamming. What was going on? Hansol thought while his feet lead him outside his flat. Scanning the hall, there was no one in sight. Next was the neighboring tinted white door. He did not know what came over him but before he knew it, the male was knocking on the door waiting for someone to answer it.

“Go away.” A quavered voice sounded from behind it. Worry bubbled up in Hansol as he attempted a turn on the knob. To his surprise, it opened with ease. For the first time in a month, he was exposed to the environment that was his neighbor’s home. There was furniture haphazardly moved from where it was essentially supposed to be. Where has Mingyu been, Hansol wondered aloud.

“He’s with Wonwoo.” The previous voice answered him. Thankfully, the lights were off because Hansol’s face flushed in embarrassment. Taking careful steps toward the source, he kept his hands outstretched.

“Minghao? Are you okay?” Hansol called out for the other. He paused briefly before hearing sniffing. Was Minghao crying? Wait, that was stupid. Of course he was. “Minghao? “ Silence greeted Hansol. With an exasperated sigh, Hansol turned back around and ran to his flat. He was going to regret doing this later.

“Minghao? It’s me again- Wait, you don’t know my name. Of course, you would not answer back to me earlier. God I’m so stupid-” Hansol rambled on. A small giggle came from in front of Hansol. Did Minghao just giggle? That was good, right?

“Anyway! I brought, like, some really stupid American movies and a tub of some nasty, no sugar ice cream Seungkwan bought.” Hansol continued as he stood dumbly in what he was hoping the living space. “We can hang? Y’know…chill? Bro things.” The room suddenly went bright and Hansol released the manliest screech of terror from the sudden action. A soft giggle, this boy was a giggler and that made Hansol unknowingly smile, came from behind Hansol. The male quickly turned around and saw Minghao standing in-between his bedroom and the living space. He was sporting the same look from the last time he saw him, except there were no sweater paws in sight. Part of Hansol was upset about that part.

“I’ll get us spoons..You can set up the movie?” Minghao advised with a quiet voice. Hansol smiled in the others directions before nodding and going off to the where the entertainment center was.

After a small cursing session with the DVD player ( no thanks to Minghao who just laugh at him ), Hansol managed to pop in a random DVD. He honestly had no idea if the discs were in the right case because Boo was messy as hell and Hansol always had to put shit back in its place half-assed. Minghao made himself a space on one side of the sofa, bringing his knees up to his chest where he hugged them. It was such an innocent sight that Hansol wanted to go and wrap his limps around the poor kid. I mean, he was still puffy eyed minus the dried tears because Minghao went to clean his face before coming back with spoons but he did not really mind. Plopping onto the other end with the tub of nasty, Hansol grabbed the remote and pressed play. The pair were welcomed to the opening title of Pitch Perfect.

“Boo.” Hansol slumped down and whined internally. Taking a quick glance at Minghao, he appeared indifferent while staring ahead at the screen that played before them. It remained that way as the scenes fast-forwarded past. Hansol had seen the movie so many times because Boo was obsessed with acapella that it drove Hansol crazy every time they had a roomie movie night and he picked the movie every. Single. Time. Whenever he would glance over to make sure Minghao was not boring himself to death, his eyes were following with the subtitles at the bottom of the scene. It was not bad, right. Occasionally Hansol would extend the tub of ice cream toward the latter who only took small spoonfuls at a time. It was cute despite the circumstances.

“You never told me your name.” Hansol jumped at the sudden question – or voice really because of how quiet they were. With a hand over his chest, he took a deep breath. Lord help him. Once his heart rate was back to normal, he extended the ice cream back to the other.

“Hansol, Hansol Vernon Chwe.” He spoke with a deep tone, attempting to mimic 007 but whom was he kidding, Minghao had probably never heard of it. Hansol was proven wrong when the latter giggled into his ice cream.

“Nice to meet you, Hansol.” Minghao greeted while dipping his spoon back into the tub. “I’m sorry we had to meet this way..”

“No no no!” Hansol yelled, surprising them both. Minghao quietly withdrew his hand from the tub but Hansol grabbed his wrist to stop him. “No, It’s cool – I mean, it’s not cool that we met this way – but it’s cool because I got to finally meet you? Like the last month I’ve always wondered who was on the other side of the wall and like what was happening but – I’m scaring you aren’t I?”

“A little.” Minghao responded. He carefully removed his arm from Hansol’s grasp but gave a tired smile. “Thank you for this though. It helped a lot.”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.” With a subtle nod, Minghao returned to his shell. Shit. He had scared him. Fuck. Panicking internally, Hansol figured out something to assure Minghao but when he turned back to the latter, he was fast asleep.

What.

Tilting his head, he gaped at the other. How could he have fallen—a beeping sound interrupted Hansol’s thought, more specifically a beeping Boo. The male checked his phone, greeted by the actual time at the moment ( near 6 AM ) and a text asking him where the hell he was and why were the living space lights on. He chuckled at his diva friend then turned his attention back to the sleeping Chinese guy beside him. Just like the movie and ice cream, Hansol knew he was going to regret this as well.

Minghao vaguely remembered last night. Only the blaring obvious events like Junhui and him finally breaking it off with a bang, literally, and then his neighbor coming over while he was coming down from being an emotional mess. He vaguely remembered watching a movie that he barely followed along with because it involved subtitles in Korean and then eating some horrid chocolate ice cream that made him want to cry to his mom for the cruelty. What happened next was beyond him. He had woken in his bed, all nicely tucked in and everything. When he ventured out into the living space, the furniture was placed where it had been before Junhui came barging in. Moreover, when Mingyu came waltzing in at noon, he asked if he had a good morning with such a smug grin on his face. What was it that he was missing?

Mingyu plopped himself before Minghao at their small table, the same shit eating grin on his face. Minghao quirked a brow at him while he munched on afternoon Lucky Charms. That is how it went on until Minghao finally cracked and whined.

“Why are you looking at me like that?!” He wailed.

“No reason.” The latter laughed while reaching over to take Minghao’s spoon from him and serve himself some Lucky Charms. The Chinese male snatched his spoon back soon after and glared at the taller.

“Tell me.” This time it was Mingyu’s brow that quirked up.

“You don’t remember?” Minghao shook his head, a pouting forming on his lips. “I came home this morning to find you and our neighbor cuddling on the couch, it was precious…I even helped him carry you to bed. How do you not remember that?” Minghao’s jaw dropped immediately but he quickly recovered and kicked Mingyu under the table.

“Don’t lie, Kim Mingyu!”

“I’m not lying!” The accused exclaimed, “He even gave you a forehead kiss. It was so cute.” A blush crept its way onto Minghao’s cheeks and he suddenly felt the room get degrees warmer. Part of him was embarrassed that Mingyu caught them ( but he couldn’t remember that anyway ), another part was embarrassed because he only met Hansol yesterday and it was under unpleasant circumstances, yet he did all that for him.

“Shut up.” Minghao mumbled while finishing his cereal. He wanted to get away from Mingyu as quick as possible.

The Chinese male strolled out of his flat, backpack slung over his shoulder as he locked the door. At the same time, he noticed another male leaving the flat next-door. He tilted his head and spotted Hansol halfway in the flat and hallway, yelling at his flat mate, while smiling. Without even realizing he was staring, Minghao was caught by Hansol. The latter flashed a smile at him, a nod accompanying it before he fully exited his flat. He took an involuntary step back, clutching onto his bag’s straps.

“Sup?” Hansol greeted while he walked up to Minghao. “Did you sleep well this morning?” Minghao quickly blinked and nodded his head.

“Y-Yeah.” Minghao stuttered, his face flushing up the longer he was frozen in place. Why were his long limbs failing him right now?

“Good.” Hansol hummed, his eyes catching onto the white of Minghao’s knuckles. “Uhm, where are you heading?” Minghao blinked again then pointed down the hall toward the elevator. He mentally facepalmed at his shyness right now. “To…?”

“School!” He squeaked then cleared his throat, “And you?”

“Seungkwan’s having an ice cream phase and we have none so I’m going out to get groceries.” Minghao’s face grew a darker shade of red. “I’ll walk you down?” He unknowingly nodded.

“Great. Let’s go?” He nodded again then led the way toward the elevator, Hansol at his heel until they finally got into the contraption. The air was awkward, at least for Minghao, but Hansol was just grinning away with his hands in his pockets. It was weird yet, comforting. The whole Hansol being well, there. A ding signaled their arrival to the lobby. Minghao was more than ready to bolt out the building but something kept him in pace with Hansol.

“Hey, Minghao?” Hansol called for the other since he had not noticed that Hansol was absurdly in his personal space. The older jumped from the proximity and clutched back onto his bag’s straps. Hansol framed the elder’s face and pressed a kiss to his forehead, leaving Minghao an internally confused mess. “Have a good day!”

“Oh my god we did cuddle!” Minghao suddenly shrieked as his hands were brought to his head. He attempted to cover his head in shame while having scared the living hell out of everyone in the quad at that moment. The body next to him ( Soonyoung was overdramatic ) having fallen off the bench from surprise, his lunch currently on the cement. Propping himself onto the bench his butt was once on, the person narrowed his eyes at him.

“Who is we?”

[svtlanes]

Wallflower

Hi this is our first fic on this blog so please be gentle. I love Wonhui so much it hurts. I apologize in advance for this awfully written fic. 

Jeon Wonwoo had never been the type to openly express himself. It was often a problem and he wondered if it was because of this trait that so many of his relationships had failed. To Wonwoo, expressing his feelings through actions meant so much more. Actions speak louder than words yet Wonwoo would still find himself in that situation where his lover felt like she wasn’t loved or Wonwoo no longer cared about her.

“But I do love you!”

“You never say it!”

“I-I have a hard time expressing myself and you know that,”

“Do I?”

It was a conversation Wonwoo had many times but it still hurt each time. He tried his best however it was so hard to say those three words. He could say them each separately but when he had to say them in that order, his brain froze and his lips wouldn’t move. Mingyu had claimed that Wonwoo just hasn’t met the right person. He said that if someone truly loved him, they would accept him regardless if he could express it or not. Wonwoo was impressed by Mingyu. It was the smartest thing he heard him say the whole week.

“Well, what do you expect? I am Kim Mingyu afterall,”

Mingyu had tripped over his own feet afterwards and Wonwoo took back what he said.

Wonwoo was sure he would be spending the rest of his life trying to explain himself. No matter what he did, it would never be as strong as words. He could travel to incredible lengths of the world and bring the stars down from the sky, but it wouldn’t be enough if he couldn’t say why he was doing this.

Then Wonwoo met Junhui and somehow everything changed.

Junhui was just as quiet if not, even more quiet than Wonwoo. He had moved from China to Korea and even though he spent a lot of his time in Korea, the boy couldn’t bring himself to speak more than a few phrases at a time. Wonwoo was drawn to Junhui instantly. He had never met someone he could connect to without opening his mouth. It was as if Wonwoo saw himself in Junhui and whenever people pestered Junhui because he spoke so little, Wonwoo just got it. He found himself hanging around with Junhui a lot and even though conversation was very minimal, it never got awkward and Wonwoo always enjoyed himself.

Wonwoo had come to the conclusion that somewhere in between the exchange of laughter and light skinship, he had fallen for Junhui. In front of Junhui, Wonwoo didn’t need to be someone he wasn’t. He didn’t have to fill in their silences with unnecessary words or try to explain himself. Junhui would always just smile, never forcing Wonwoo to say more and always understanding.

In a way, Wonwoo had grew dependent of Junhui. When Wonwoo felt like he was at the world’s ends, Junhui would be there to pull him back and keep him grounded. Wonwoo could feel small and weak but Junhui would always remind him how much he’s worth and that somebody needs him. It never failed to send Wonwoo’s heart flying and his lips curving.

Wonwoo wanted to do that for Junhui too. He wanted Junhui to know that he would always be there for him and that he needed Junhui more than he would like to admit. There were so many things Wonwoo wanted Junhui to know but the idea of openly admitting these things scared him. He knew Junhui would never force him into saying something he wasn’t comfortable with but Wonwoo felt like if he didn’t, someone might and Wonwoo would lose his chance.

Mingyu had offered to help Wonwoo with his dilemma. He had noticed if Junhui wasn’t with Wonwoo, often times he was with Minghao. It was only logical. Being in a foreign country with a whole different language, it only made sense for Junhui to stick with fellow Chinese member, Minghao. They would share conversations and jokes no one would and often times Wonwoo would find himself staring, jealous at how talkative Minghao made Junhui with his mother tongue. Wonwoo wished he had that effect on him.

Mingyu volunteered to drag Minghao away from Junhui, leaving Wonwoo some alone time with the later. Even though Mingyu had suggested this himself, Wonwoo knew Mingyu had grown fond of the boy. Minghao was the only one who could keep up with him and he was just as eager to get to know each other more.

“Minghao!”

Both Junhui and Minghao looked up from the phone Junhui was holding. Practice had ended somewhere between the time of 3:47am to 4:02am. Everyone naturally paired off and went to go do their own things. Junhui and Minghao had stayed behind the practice room to watch a video while Mingyu and Wonwoo stayed behind to keep tabs of the two other boys.

Minghao smiled at the appearance of Mingyu. “I didn’t know you were still here.”

Mingyu returned his smile and nodded. “Yeah. Me and Wonwoo hyung stayed. I’m hungry. Do you want to get something to eat?”

Minghao’s eyes widened at the sound of food. He jumped onto his feet and nodded eagerly, slinging an arm around Mingyu’s shoulder. Mingyu laughed at Minghao’s fast movements, making small talk as the pair left the practice room.

Junhui chuckled and shook his head, muttering “traitor” under his breath. Wonwoo laughed and Junhui smiled before patting the empty seat beside him. Wonwoo lowered himself beside Junhui; their shoulders touching and their knees brushing against each other. Wonwoo began to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt. What does he do now? An awkward silence had fallen over them which was rare. Junhui must’ve noticed because he leaned over towards Wonwoo, trying to catch his attention.

“Is something bothering you?” Junhui asked.

Wonwoo paused. “Well…”

Junhui nudged Wonwoo’s feet gently with his

“You know you can tell me, right?”

“What if I can’t?” Wonwoo said.

Junhui furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t understand. Is this something I’m not supposed to know?”

“N-no. It’s just…” Wonwoo sighed. “I don’t know how to say it.”

Junhui patted Wonwoo’s leg affectionately. “Try your best. If you can’t, I won’t force you to.”

Wonwoo nodded and exhaled. Here goes nothing, he thought. “Do you remember when you told me I’m worth something and somewhere out there, someone needs me?”

“Yes. Of course I do.”

“Well… I need you. A lot. You understand me more than anyone else. I don’t even need to say anything and you somehow just get it. I honestly don’t know where I’m going with this but you’re worth something to me and I’m that someone who needs you.”

Junhui stared at Wonwoo before a smile started to bloom on his face. He reached over and took a hold of Wonwoo’s hand, tracing his thumb over the back of his hand. “You didn’t have to say all that. I know how hard it is for you to express yourself.”

“I know… but I wanted to,” Wonwoo mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.

Junhui pressed a kiss to Wonwoo’s temple, causing him to turn and look at Junhui with his face turning red. Although Junhui didn’t say anything, Wonwoo didn’t have to hear it for him to know Junhui needed him too. They returned to a comfortable silence and Junhui leaned his head against Wonwoo’s shoulder, a sigh escaping his lips. Wonwoo smiled at the weight of Junhui’s head on his shoulder. His words were clumsy and he still had a hard time saying what he wanted, but for Junhui, it was enough.