#heunjuk

[theomachys]

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I.

jinhyuk walks wooseok to the bus stop after every practice.

it starts innocuously–as the trainee who’s been there the longest, welcoming the new kids becomes his thing, mostly because cheol doesn’t want to. and jinhyuk really doesn’t mind showing the newbies around, holding their hand (whether metaphorically or literally) through their first day at transform media. it’s scary, venturing out into the unknown. if he can help somehow, he’s happy to.

wooseok is hard to read, but jinhyuk thinks he must be nervous to be thrown into all of this without a warning. jinhyuk remembers feeling like he’d wandered into the deep end of the pool with no lifeguard present. but here, he is the lifeguard, and he’ll rescue trainees like wooseok from going under. so he lets wooseok stick close throughout the day, shares his mother’s homemade snacks during breaks, and waits with him until he finishes changing after practice. 

the sun’s long since set as they leave the building, and jinhyuk turns to wooseok with a frown. “d’you know your way home?” he asks, and wooseok jerks his head in a nod. 

“yeah.” he points in the opposite direction of where jinhyuk’s headed. “i have to catch the bus from there.” but wooseok doesn’t move, frozen in place as if held there by some unseen force. 

jinhyuk waits, then says eventually, “i’m going that way too. want to walk together?” 

“okay.” he thinks that it’s something akin to relief softening the corners of wooseok’s eyes. 

they chatter about a number of different things on their way there, and jinhyuk stays with wooseok until his bus arrives. once the bus is finally out of sight, he turns back around and begins the late-night trek to his train station. 

it becomes routine after that, and despite the aches and pains, jinhyuk doesn’t mind the doubled journey, because it gives him more time to spend with wooseok. 

(wooseok eventually figures it out. “you should’ve told me,” he says, faintly mortified, and jinhyuk just laughs and slings and arm over his shoulder. 

“you needed me to stay with you,” he says. “i was your lifeguard.” it was my choice. he’s never regretted it.) 

II.

they see the first frozen movie together.

it’s not a date, except it is, but jinhyuk is too young to call it that. it’s ‘friends hanging out’ instead, though cheol says, “if you want it to be a date, then make it a date” when jinhyuk asks him for advice. like it’s just that simple, that straightforward. jinhyuk wonders if these things just come easy to cheol. 

“isn’t that weird? we’re both boys.” and he feels like wooseok is easily spooked. hopefully not by him anymore, but uncertainty makes its home in jinhyuk’s chest, whispering that wooseok wouldn’t like it if–

“it’s only weird if you act like it’s weird.”

and maybe cheol has a point, but jinhyuk still can’t bring himself to say it. ‘it’s a date!’ even casually, even nonchalantly, might betray deeper feelings he doesn’t know how to deal with. so he sticks to ‘friends hanging out’, but it’s more. 

he dresses nicer than usual, pays for all the food, and slips his hand into wooseok’s in the darkened theatre when hans turns evil. wooseok doesn’t question it, doesn’t pull away, just gives jinhyuk’s hand a reassuring squeeze as if to say, hi and i’m here and i wouldn’t do that to you and this is a date. 

jinhyuk tries to explain it to cheol later, but can’t. some memories belong only to him.

(they see frozen 2 together as well. 

jinhyuk calls wooseok first, two tickets in hand. they’re the pretty ones, collectibles in their own right. he wonders if wooseok would give him his to keep if he asked. maybe it should be awkward, asking wooseok to do anything with him–they still haven’t returned to what they used to be, and perhaps they never will–but he blurts the invitation out before he can convince himself this a bad idea. wooseok agrees quickly.

“it’s a date,” jinhyuk says, and there’s a hitch of breath followed by a long pause on the other end of the line. “figure of speech,” he adds belatedly, resignedly. some risks aren’t worth taking anymore. 

“yeah,” wooseok exhales. “of course. see you then.”

wooseok pays him back for the ticket, and they buy snacks separately. jinhyuk’s hand twitches, but he keeps it glued to the armrest and never glances over, even when he can feel wooseok’s eyes on the side of his face.

it’s a date, except it’s not.)

III.

here is how jinhyuk realizes he’s in love with a boy he can’t have:

in the back room of a tv station, with a lukewarm cup of water in his hands, his manager bearing down on him with hissed advice about the questions the hosts are going to ask. “they’ll ask about your first love,” he says. “and just tell them it was someone in elementary school but you haven’t seen them since.” 

it’s a standard, safe answer for an idol. it feels wrong. jinhyuk knows that variety shows like this are mostly an opportunity to flex the carefully constructed background his company designed for him, but he doesn’t want to lie about this. “but i only met wooseok in middle school–” 

he stops, and his manager gives him a pointed look. “what does that have to do with anything?” he asks, and jinhyuk can’t answer.

it hits him then, and half the water in his cup spills onto the floor, onto his shoes. my first love was wooseok. and a second later, i’m still in love with wooseok. and it’s so goddamn clear, so obvious that jinhyuk cannot believe he didn’t see it before. maybe he did. maybe on some level, he’s always know, but–

his eyes burn with unshed tears, but all he wants is to laugh. jinhyuk gets the chance to do neither, because the assistants usher him on set for the taping not long after. he puts on a smile for the show, focuses on his reactions and on making people happy, on looking like the comedian he knows they want him to be. it’s his image. it’s a shield. it’s armor. it keeps him from having to think about wooseok’s shade and the confession on his own lips, a year too late.

the hosts ask the first love question eventually. jinhyuk takes a breath. “we met a while ago,” he says, deliberately ambiguous. “we were close for some time, and i really liked them. like, i couldn’t imagine not being with them, you know?” cheol pinches his knee in a silent warning. “but i basically got rejected before i could confess, so maybe i have some heartbreak-related trauma?” jinhyuk laughs and shakes his head.“we didn’t keep in touch after that,” he continues. “i doubt they even remember me.” 

(”real subtle,” cheol says later, acidic. “like we don’t know you were talking about wooseok. like wooseok doesn’t know you were talking about him.

jinhyuk shrugs. “i doubt he watches.” he didn’t really lie. wooseok probably doesn’t remember him.)

IV.

he sees wooseok once from a distance, in those three years they spend apart. 

it’s on the train. spect8 is suspended in limbo these days, and jinhyuk is astute enough to recognize the hiatus for the death sentence it is. he picks up a part-time job at a chicken place, and what hurts is that no one recognizes him enough even to mock him for working a menial job when he should be–hell, he doesn’t know. he should be a star. they promised him he would be a star.

he usually logs into the fancafe during his commute to leave messages for their fans and read the ones they’ve left for the members. but the membership numbers have been declining along with the messages themselves, and some days jinhyuk feels like he’s yelling into the void. it’s a quiet day when he looks up, defeated, and spots him.

wooseok, with his glasses on, looking down at something on his phone. he’s wearing a black sweater that looks too big for him, and his hair is soft and floppy. he sways in place with the motion of the train, but doesn’t seem in danger of falling or hurting himself. 

and there’s a hollow place in jinhyuk’s chest that aches at the sight, that wants to push his way through the crowd and come to a stop in front of wooseok and say, hi, it’s me, i miss you–

but seungwoo is behind him. he taps wooseok on the shoulder and says something. wooseok replies without looking away from his phone, then sighs and puts it away when seungwoo persists. the corners of his mouth tug up in a small, private smile.

jinhyuk almost calls out, then doesn’t. 

(sometimes, he writes in the fancafe later, i remember that i’m not all that brave.)

V.

years and years after, jinhyuk writes wooseok a letter.

five pages, single-sided, a messy stream of consciousness. jinhyuk’s never had a way with words, really, but they spill out of him in a frenzy, desperate to escape. 

he starts page one with, you probably guessed this a long time ago, but i used to be in love with you. 

i don’t know if i ever really got over you, he admits on page two. but i need to.

page three is introspective. no one will write any stories about us. people crave a happy ending, some closure. we never found ours. was it coincidence or by design? maybe closure meant letting you go and i was scared. loving you alone was better than not loving you at all, because i don’t know how not to be in love with you. 

this is so fucked up, he writes on page four. i don’t think things were meant to turn out this way. in an ideal world, maybe i would have… maybe you would have… you ever think the universe fights for some people to be together, but they screw it up? their one chance? their one shot? 

on page five, he scribbles, i don’t regret loving you. however we ended–i don’t regret that. i don’t regret you. 

i’m going to be happy, is what jinhyuk ends the letter with. i hope you are too.

(he almost sends it. then doesn’t. then does and never asks if wooseok received it. for his part, wooseok never brings it up, and this, then, is their closure.)

[peutro]

❛ you still feel like home . ❜ ( seungwoo / wooseok )

TO THOSE WE LOVE ,  longing / endearing one - liners  :  accepting!

one day,  he tells himself. 

one day,  he thinks he’ll finally tell wooseok how he despises every inch of his body,  his mind,  his essence.  he’ll tell him that when his eyes fall upon his,  something sick stirs inside his body,  growing in nature and uglier than he’d intended it to be.  it consumes him with quiet rage,  almost entirely directed at himself but it is red,  and it is hot,  and it engulfs all that makes him seungwoo.  

“cute,”  he says in response,  and amusement works through his eyes as he stares down at his best friend,  through his laugh as he huffs out something quiet.  his hands come down to cup wooseok’s cheeks,  both sides mirrored as he squishes them gently.  it doesn’t matter that the response might not reflect his true intentions in regards to what wooseok confessed,  the unbarring of feelings undiscussed.

he’ll say he hates him more than anything,  paired with with a tight lip and furrowed brows,  contrasting how eyes shine bright,  because the truth of the matter is far more delicate,  something infringing upon fragile,  as if it’ll break apart at the touch,  upon the simple acknowledgement it even exists.  love is a dangerous game,  and seungwoo feels like a puppet at wooseok’s mercy,  heart strings orchestrated by one whose gaze weighs down on him like a body of rocks in the ocean. 

instead,  replace hatred with the ardor of sentimentality he’s become accustomed to,  and take a step back as the puzzle pieces come together to say a little despondently,  that loving wooseok was red.

that day is clearly not today.

“funny though,  isn’t it?”  he asks,  with a clarity he’ll leave to analyze at a later date,  when his mind isn’t occupied by how he could lay here with wooseok in his arms till his limbs grew stiff and could furthermore recognize only the very shape of the other’s body,  “because you are my home.”  

he strokes wooseok’s hair slowly,  listening for the other’s breathing to slow down to welcome the slumber.  despite himself,  he kisses the top of the other’s head,  once,  twice,  then three times consecutively.  it’s never enough.

“wherever you go,  no matter how far,”  he starts,  voice soft but the intended cheer for faux lightheartedness is transparent,  though the words are heavier,  something closer to muted confessions,  “i’ll always follow you,  if you let me.”  

and even then,  his mind supplies,  though he pays it no heed in the moment.  he pulls the other closer into his embrace,  and closes his eyes too.

[theomachys]

heunjuk replied to your post:

U ded

are you telling me i’m dead or are you threatening to kill me or are you warning me i will soon be dying?

[peutro]

😷 teddy/romeo

😷   /  help  and  aid  my  muse  while  they’re  sick .

“ you don’t have to do this , ”  he says ,  voice muffled by his christmas themed covers ,  essentially only his eyes peaking out from the top ,  “ i can take care of myself . ”

however ,  fact remains his energy’s been absolutely depleted since he woke up sick yesterday ,  and going to bed last night ,  filled with naive hope he was already on the road to recovery ,  proved foul .

yes ,  god must’ve laughed down at him while he slept .  he awakens and finds himself unable to get out of bed ,  legs shaking and dizziness overcoming ,  dread pooling at the pit of his stomach because this was the downside of living alone and having no one to call your own  –  his hands shake as he finally manages to drink a glass of water ,  but satisfaction is becoming of him .  what is romeo if not a fighter ,  what is romeo kang if not composed of the bones of a survivor ,  of a boy who was forced to grow up too quick ,  too soon ?  and so ,  perfect attendance romeo kang  reaches over to his nightstand ,  feels around for his phone ,  and calls in sick to work .  

and then ,  before the regret can claim his senses ,  he goes back to sleep .

all things considering ,  he didn’t count on teddy .

“ of course you can , ”  teddy placates him ,  replacing the towel on his forehead with a fresh one ,  hand patting his head as he pulls away  (  he hates how his instincts want him to follow  ) .  his dimples seem to mock him as that signature smile of his plays out against his lips ,  and maybe romeo kinda wants to die . “ i just want to help . ”

heat pools into his cheeks ,  and for the first time since contracting the illness ,  romeo feels thankful for the disguise .

he recalls a memory of his mother during childhood ,  sick and coughing as his mother runs a hand through his hair and smiles softly .   won’t you get sick too ?  he says to her after a bad coughing fit .  don’t worry mom ,  i’ll be okay .

silly boy ,  she’d said ,  eyes filled to the brim with amusement ,  i’m your mom ,  i’m supposed to worry .  besides ,  baby ,  i think some good company always does a bit of healing .

when he wakes up later that night on the couch in the living room ,  his christmas tree lighting up the room as the television silently plays the classic ‘ elf ’ ,  there is teddy ,  having had peacefully nodded off in his position on the floor in front of him ,  head tilted back towards him as he snoozes .  

his heart plays a little trick on him and romeo finds himself having to agree with his mother  –  maybe some good company does go a long way .

[theomachys]

heunjuk replied to your photoset

STOP

this is a collaboration you’re responsible for half of it!!!!!!!

[peutro]

♡ yunho nd harim..

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  /  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

[peutro]

ethas 💒

send me 💒 + a ship for five wedding headcanons!

DISCLAIMER :  content is very soft and domestic x

oh god ethas getting married would be quite a mess ,  now wouldn’t it… they piss off silas’ sister irrevocably  (  if she still exists c:  ) ,  who perhaps even attempted sabotage , which they spend a lot of time trying to ignore in regards to silas continuously telling ethan it’s not worth it whenever ethan’s blood gets boiling  –  and then there’s the time he doesn’t listen and the whole encounter with her ends in a shout fest ,  in which he makes sure to get the point across that he loves silas and that said boy deserves so much more than the bullshit she’s made him put up with all this time , and then he goes home and holds silas the entire night or smth? yes.

they were supposed to get married without ethan telling his family ,  him citing he doesn’t have to because they’ve never really been family to him .  but it bothers him because lbr , he says one thing but feels another way entirely  –  he’s always craved validation from his grandparents especially ,  something silas knows . paired with the fact the closer they get to needing to set a date ,  the more ethan starts fading and getting lost in thought ,  at some point he gently puts his foots down and tells ethan he needs to go see his grandmother and make things right  

so they go together !  and ethan ignores everyone else while they walk through the main house to go to where his grandmother inevitably is spending her days ,  and there she is ,  in the gardens with her husband and visibly surprised to see ethan there  (  much less with someone else  )  and they have tea and ethan tells them almost immediately he’s getting married to silas whether they approve or not and he takes silas’ hand in his and literally holds his breath

grandfather looks surprised and then amused ,  grandmother literally just sips her tea and looks at them critically , and says i see before moving on to talk about something else entirely ,  like the fact his cousin is also getting married in a few weeks and its so obvious its because she got knocked up and ethan is confused as shit 

she asks to talk to silas alone after and while ethan waits in agony, they talk about mundane things and she asks about his family and stuff and by the time they return to ethan ,  she smiles and tells him to come by more frequently and leaves while holding her husband’s arm and ethan is so goddamn confused and this whole incident is so different from the image he’s conjured up of his heartless grandmother but he somehow knows its approval because of course she approves, it’s silas and yeah.

OTHERWISE !  for our more angst-thirsty hearts ,  he og tells silas he will never go back home and they get married without telling anyone in his family and they find out later and his grandmother is angry at him for the rest of her life and family becomes a touchy subject he never brings up x

EXTRA :  his aunt & uncle are there for some reason and they make rude comments @ them ,  pretends 2 be shocked  ,   but silas stands up for ethan which surprises everyone but also silas is sick n tired of the couple ruining ethan’s life ,  thx silas

the proposal was more like … an obvious next step ,  in the sense they started living together almost immediately after finishing school  (  re :  not leaving each other alone again ,  lots of missed time to make up for  )  and they are literally the definition of DOMESTIC !!!  they’re keen on staying in together instead of going out and hitting up the town or w.e like their fellow peers are  (  not to say they don’t because Yes , Yes they do , picture ethas grinding @ clubs  )  ethan doesn’t like being too far from silas whenever possible ,  is always touching him in some way ,  sometimes comes home and just falls on top of silas and asks if they can just lay there .  anyways!!! points being ethan casually goes “when we get married, we gotta–” at some point which surprises both of them because ethan’s never really thought of marriage much before ,  doesn’t really care for the whole concept but being married to silas… that’s a different story, then one of them  (  silas  )  brings it up one day over dinner ,  hey what if we get married ,  ethan pauses and pretty much goes yeah sounds cool , and boom .  the next step in their relationship , then they go ring shopping together when they’re both free or smth .

small intimate marriage at the place of silas’ choosing ,  literally just their closest friends and maybe select family because their reasoning is all we need is e/o or smth cheesy ,  never really for the fanfare approach .  although ethan wants to give silas the whole grand affair because he thinks it would make him happy but silas gently rejects the idea at some point and ethan says Ok . Ok mood .  kay is lowkey in charge of everything alongside silas bc ethan is useless but he can help pick a cake ,  and ethan picks yuko to be his official “best man”  –  as far as family goes on ethan’s end ,  yuko’s parents are practically his so thats that ,  and his grandparents send some big gesture .

afterwards ,  ethan calls silas mr kudou and silas in return addresses him as mr han because they think its funny and kinda cute and GOD they’re actually married who would’ve thought!!!! certainly not them when they met day 1 in year 1 amirite x  (  yes ethan is thinking about how the mirror really did show him everything he’s ever wanted/needed  )