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Seonghwa sighs. “Yes. I just wish it wasn’t so unpleasant. It makes my hands feel so greasy afterwards.”
“I’ll do it for you,” Hongjoong offers, seemingly unthinking. He processes what he’s said a few moments later, his head whipping up to fix Seonghwa with a wide, terrified gaze.
Seonghwa should be offended that Hongjoong is so afraid of touching him that he looks as though he’s just been sentenced to death, but instead he feels only a begrudging fondness. This is Hongjoong, after all, who wrote a song for him and meets his eyes from across the room to check in, who gets petulantly jealous when Seonghwa has friends he doesn’t know about.
He loves him in so many small ways; he can hardly begrudge him for being too nervous to touch him.
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It’s a fair question. The truth had been that he wasn’t thinking. He was too caught up in the feeling of standing next to Zhang Hao on stage, of listening to him hit every note like they’d been practicing this song for months instead of a week. Matthew had been the last thing on his mind. He’d lost sight of everything, even debut, at the sight of Hao silhouetted in the stage lights, his chest heaving from exertion and the smile on his face so sincere and joyous that it hurt to look at.
“I just wanted to perform with you,” he says, stupidly.
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Sung Hanbin and Zhang Hao broke up for a good reason. It’s easy to remember that when Hao is wallowing on his own, but harder when they’re suddenly face to face again for the first time in almost a year. Now that Habin's back in arms reach, Zhang Hao isn't sure if he's strong enough to stay away.
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“Why are you here?” Hongjoong shoots the last question back, trying not to let his curiosity show.
“Because I’m stuck in a time loop and can’t leave,” Seonghwa says, in that deep mellow voice that goes perfectly with his beautiful face. Looking down at his flexed hand, one corner of Seonghwa’s mouth lifts, eyes following, and he teases: “How’s that for an answer?”
Hongjoong’s breath catches as he tries to laugh. “Ridiculous.”
Or, Hongjoong’s never expected to get trapped in a time loop with his one-night stand.
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“Yah, Park Seonghwa!” Hongjoong yells into the room—the only in the shack, a kitchen and an office and a bedroom all in one—and his voice echoes off the sparse furnishings. “Why are you hiding, huh?”
Nothing moves. The flickering light by the door casts shadows of Hongjoong’s unwashed dishes, the clothes piled over every horizontal surface, painting grotesque silhouettes on the walls. One of them sticks out, a different scale, a shadow that seems to grow the longer Hongjoong looks at it. He sets his plastic bag down before turning around.
“Hongjoong-ah.”
Or, the world is ending in a few days, and Hongjoong gets a visitor.
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It’s been going on for a while by the time they get caught.
After they split dorms, Hongjoong starts sleeping in Seonghwa's bed from time to time. Neither of them ever mentions it in the light of day.
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“There’s only one bed on the jet,” Hanbin says.
“I didn’t know that,” Hao says, which is a lie. He did know. In fact, he asked Taerae to swap flights with him so that he could fly there with Hanbin, at which point Taerae had said he wanted to kill himself before acquiescing and giving Hao the damn seat.
Hanbin takes off his sunglasses with a loud sigh. He always looks at Hao like he doesn't quite believe him, but right now, Hanbin looks angry. A tired sort of angry, but angry nonetheless.
And Hao gets the same lurching feeling in his gut that he does when he’s about to crash into the barriers or when he veers around a particularly sharp piece of debris. Hao likes it, the way Hanbin’s eyes come alive like this, when he’s red in the face with a temper so feverish he can’t sweat it out.
It’s not a normal reaction, but he never really was normal about Hanbin. Which is fine, because Hanbin isn't normal about him either.
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19 Jun 2024
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epic and yas and slay. who knew racing was hot?