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He wanted to punch his face in, knock his teeth from his mouth. He wanted that same mouth on him, on his lips, on his skin. He wanted to reach out and cup his face and say Seongje, and for Seongje to do that thing he did—that unbearably sweet thing that made Hyuntak forget for a moment that he was a dickhead, or maybe just made the fact he was matter less—where he leant in and would hum, like he didn't want to break the tranquility of Hyuntak actually touching him gently, and he wanted – He wanted. He wanted so much, so deeply, it had become a part of him, intertwined with the mangled, clawed roots of his chest, that yearning, that aching in his ribs he associated so closely with want, with everything he never allowed himself to hope for after he cut it off at eighteen.
With Seongje.
Hyuntak cut his red thread at eighteen, an action of being emo or something, with the exact medical ramification of never being able to feel romantic love again. Three years later, that starts to feel less true.
aka um seongtak soulmate au where neither are with their fated soulmates so they um kiss and stuff (after beating each other up)