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In another life, Kim Mingyu is a preacher. He’s got a little white chapel in a quiet little town that never sees trouble worse than one might expect from people who attend sermon every Sunday and give thanks for their bread before they break it.
In this life, well. Mingyu reckons God had another calling for him. Or maybe, in this life he simply found another savior to let into his heart before Jesus had a crack at it.
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In which they're a band of outlaws, and sometimes a job has to go south for everything to work out as it should.
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Junhui is beautiful, and Seokmin is pretty, and Jeonghan is ethereal like a well-honed knife/
Mingyu aches for him like he imagines the knights in the old stories sometimes ached for their kings./
He says more, a veritable speech, the kind that he’s good at, real without being preachy. Somewhere in there, he says, “I love you.”
Their eyes meet, and Mingyu feels a brand new crack split open his heart./
At the other end of the compartment, Seungcheol, beaten bloody and trussed up like a pig, screams for them to get out./
But there is Seungcheol. Perfect, whole, handsome as ever.
Seungcheol kisses him, long and slow and dirty. And then he tells him to wake up./
The story goes Woozi carried the two of them out of that burnt out husk of a train and ran for it, one man on each shoulder, faster than a horse./
About a week into their nature-enforced, sorely needed break, Mingyu wakes up in the dark for no reason he can name, and pads into the main gathering space, where the fire in the hearth is lit. Seungcheol glows before it, hair sleep-mussed and the last blue of bruise on his cheekbone hidden in the shadowy planes of his face. He tips his head back when Mingyu comes closer, and it’s a whole new angle for Mingyu’s eyes and the firelight to feast upon.
Mingyu reaches a sleep-brave hand out and cups Seungcheol’s face, runs a tender thumb along that last remnant of a bruise.
“You’re so handsome,” he says, words he’d locked up for years now escaping like the jailhouse guard misplaced the key in the night. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
Seungcheol looks at him like it’s easy, like looking at him was the reason he woke up in the first place. It makes Mingyu dizzy, that look. It makes him feel like he just walked out of the fire in the hearth.
“C’mere, darlin’,” Seungcheol says, and Mingyu goes./
Everything they do is a revelation. It is like being split open and examined,/
Mingyu’s horse scuffs a hoof into the icy white, and reveals the very first buds of a flower. She eats it, which Mingyu will laugh about later.
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AAAAAAAAAAA ABSOLUTE CHEOLGYU
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what a wild wild ride
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i have bottom gyu deficiency and i will need to take this fic to replenish my strength amen. blasphemous fics are blessings from above god would agree i'm sure
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so much emotion packed into 2000 words holy shit
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