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but nothing really breaks if i got you by Namless for bebepieuvre
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
27 Nov 2023
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Chan doesn’t answer, carefully takes the lighter from Jeongin’s hand instead, fingers grazing his palm tenderly. Gasoline pours again from Jeongin’s skin. It’s unusual, Chan never lingers after they’ve fucked, it’s how they work: Chan shows up unannounced after months of radio silence, barely speaks, they fuck in the bathroom and Chan vanishes like the fucking ghost he’s been for the almost past three years, leaving Jeongin behind like he did after that fateful night. Chan and his distorted ellipse, visible once in a blue moon.
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Chan fidgets with the lighter some, mirroring Jeongin moments ago. Whatever it is he wants to say or do, Jeongin dreads it. Leaving hurts, true, but it has become routine for Jeongin, for them and he’s not sure he can blur more lines to adjust the map again. Finally, Chan sets the lighter on the window’s ledge. Leans into Jeongin’s space, hand coming up to rest at the back of Jeongin’s neck. His fingers set alight the gasoline and Jeongin shivers, inhaling brief and sharp as the tip of their respective cigarettes connects, Chan’s lighting up. Jeongin opens the window a little bit more and a fresh wind swirls around them, swaying his bangs.
“I told them I wanna quit.”
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“That’s tempting but I’m sure there’s a catch.” Seungmin replies, all smiley jest. “What do you want in exchange?” he adds with a quirked eyebrow.
There. It’s his chance. Jisung gambles everything, his heart, his life, his love as he leans down a little and Seungmin’s cheeks dusting in pink, his eyes widening and catching more sun gold flecks encourage him more than any liquor could.
“A kiss.” Jisung smiles, soft but determined, yet still mentally readies himself for rejection, his insides churning as the vines of his affection stir and tighten their bone-crushing hold on him.
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“You’re…” Seungmin starts once he’s less winded, Jisung’s wrists caught securely in the delicate cuffs of his hands. “You’re like this cool triangle, all dorito shaped and I’m a boring, flat rectangle.”
Jisung blinks owlishly down at him a few times, a tiny what leaving his mouth. Processes his words maybe a tick too long because Seungmin frowns, shifting a little on the bed.
“Seungmin.”
“What?”
“Do you know how cool and important rectangles are?” he half hisses, half wonders, yanking his hands free.
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“Kiss me.” Seungmin sighed, breath faltering.
Minho complied without a protest and dove between his lips with almost bruising force, tangling their tongues right away, tearing a moan out of Seungmin, shoulders hunching up as he kept his hands around Minho’s face while still being squished against the window. Minho prompted him into parting his legs some more with a knee sliding between his thighs, bit his lower lip with the intent of ripping a whine from his throat. And Seungmin let him, gave him his softest whine, lips a raw red and shiny with saliva, Minho’s hands squeezing his waist with possessiveness rippling off of him.Minho loves Seungmin, and sometimes, he needs to let him know with more than words.
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Hyunjin could grasp it and lunge back at him. He could, but he doesn't and he won't and it breaks the brittle shell of Jeongin's heart, ripping a sob out of him.
Instead, Hyunjin reaches out, presses a warm palm to Jeongin's cheek. Rain and tears cascade along the same path on his slender fingers, wiping out the blood only for the red rivulets to die in the white of his cuff. Jeongin leans into the touch, another sob bubbling between his ribs.
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“They haven’t been off the grid that long, have they?” Changbin wondered, leaning forward to check the corner of a third photo that he prompted from a small folder icon on the side of the holomap. It showed both Jisung and Felix slipping inside a decrepit warehouse through a rusted door. The date was around the middle of August.
“It’s been three months and one week…” Bangchan replied, face sullen.
“So it’s not that bad.” Minho answered. “Seungmin and Jeongin disappeared for five months, no?”
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 922
- Chapters:
- 1/?
- Kudos:
- 3
- Hits:
- 73
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"An invisible wall? Like the shields you can create?"
Jeongin turned his head a little, just to see the back of Felix's head properly - it was a little painful to try and look at him only with his right eye above the bridge of his own nose.
"Yes, like that." Again, he didn't know if he could elaborate or not. If it would be a distraction for Felix or if Felix was interested at all in knowing the minute differences between the feeling in his mechanical arm and the feeling of his shields.
There was a bit of silence, Felix busy rummaging in his tools. Jeongin was staring at the ceiling again.
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Such a beautiful, enticing voice, mellow like honey, sliding over him like butter, thick and syrupy as if it needed to hide its real intentions, its real sound. So syrupy the threat right underneath it was palpable and yet, Jongwoo felt compelled to ignore the sirens ringing alarm in his head.
“Now that I helped you, you will help me…”
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Dongsik snapped his head in the direction of his sister's voice, rolled flat on his stomach and crawled, pulling his right leg behind him like a dead weight, groaning between clenched teeth every single time the metal bar piercing his thigh hooked on whatever bump of the ground it met.
"Yuyeon! Stay where you are! I- I'm coming to you!"
Dongsik mustered all the strength he had left, fingers digging in the mud. He screamed Yuyeon's name again, fighting the sound of the wind and the battering of the rain to cover it and make sure Yuyeon could hear him.
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"Back to work it seems." he says, dropping the butt of his cigarette on the ground, putting it out under his sole. "Shall we pick this... conversation later?"
He's peeking up from under his bangs again, and Joowon finds that he looks both shy and taunting.
Joowon nods "Wouldn't be opposed to it."
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Joowon goes through the process - or lack thereof in fact - of unlocking Dongsik's phone, swiping the screen to be faced with him and Dongsik. It's a picture from their first date, their smiles full of awkwardness and shyness.
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- Part 5 of Sprouts & Other Gardening Tips
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"Han Juwon!" Dongsik sounded really offended, a bit pouty maybe. "Hyejin-ah and I have a deal!"
"That doesn't help your case, doll." Juwon tried sounding stern but the petname nullified any attempt to. "That's worse actually."
Their voices and footsteps receded as they went down the corridor.
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- Part 4 of Sprouts & Other Gardening Tips
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Juwon laid on the ground, where Dongsik already was resting on his left side, slipping his arm right in the space between Dongsik’s neck and the boards of their living room floor. Squeezed himself as close as possible, making their foreheads touch. It should have made Juwon icky, what with the ambient sweltering heat that made them both sweaty beyond comfort in their own skin, the dusty floor… And yet, there was no other place Juwon would rather be. Dongsik opened hazy eyes, the sun catching in the hues of green and gold that marred the overall copper color.
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- Part 1 of Polaroids
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“I didn’t think you’d lament my absence.” Juwon replied quietly. The golden embroidered dragons bedecking the shoulders of his jacket shone in the yellow street light.
“Tch.” Dongsik downed some more soju, leaning against the couch and staring at the ceiling. Then raised a brow, a bitter smile anchored to his lips as he glanced back down to Juwon “Why, am I not allowed to?”
It wasn’t Dongsik’s first time conversing with the ghost of one Han Juwon but somehow the tone felt different from every other time.
“You’re allowed to, you don’t need my permission for that.”
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- Part 1 of Alighting Inferno
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"Lee Dongsik."
Juwon's voice is low and the use of his full name can only means trouble is brewing for him. Still, Dongsik looks up from the wisteria sprout he's currently changing the pot for and smiles his kindest smile. "What is it, blossom?"
Juwon's face imperceptibly softens at the petname.
"Don't you butter me up, what did you do?"
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- Part 3 of Sprouts & Other Gardening Tips
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"Juwon-ah, long time no see." he says and Dongsik sounds as warm as Juwon remembers it.
Juwon slow blinks, lungs filling up with air and stomach weirdly flopping around with butterflies.
He nods "Mh. It's been a while." Juwon doesn't know how but smiling back at him doesn't feel as hard as he imagined it to be.
Dongsik’s smile turns cheeky, eyes crinkling at the corner "My charm still works it seems."
Juwon snorts reflexively, crossing his arms, hoping that his cheeks flushing would get attributed to standing in the sun rather than being taken by surprise.
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"Juwon-ah."
Juwon squeezed his midriff in protestation, voice still laced with tendrils of slumber.
"It's my only weekend off. Don't go."
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- Part 2 of Sprouts & Other Gardening Tips
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"Embarrassing? Do you hate your boyfriend giving you a piggyback ride that much?"
Dongsik could practically hear Juwon's eyeroll behind him and it made him chuckle once more.
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- Part 1 of Sprouts & Other Gardening Tips
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When he’s done, Juwon fishes a handkerchief from the back pocket of his jeans, wiping the sweat away from Dongsik’s shoulders. Then he gets down to the coolbox and grabs the bottles inside. Dongsik is still admiring their garden, the mountain not so far, all covered in green in this season.
“You like my mane though.” There’s a slight appreciative hiss to his voice when Juwon slides the beer bottle against his spine and then the side of his throat.
“Of course I do.” Juwon replies, index finger twirling the end of the ponytail absent-mindedly. “It still needs a trim. Your mane will be all the more glorious.” he teases.
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“Where were you?”He finally asked as silence kept stretching.
Moonjo half turned toward him, that ever too sweet and creepy smile plastered on his too perfectly carved face.
“Making some preparations.”He said, closing the few steps between him and the bed. “Did you miss me, babe?”