wip graveyard round 2
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hwitaekswell another year, another round of wips to lay to rest. this year was really difficult on a personal level which did not lead to a lot of writing. it is what it is. these are all the stories i'm letting go moving into the new year!
as per last year if there's anything here that really speaks to y'all i am happy to talk about it over on retrospring. let's get into it -
untitled, hyunggu/vernon - 865
when hyunggu said he'd spent all of new year's eve last year texting vernon i thought they should have a lil midnight kiss about it
It’s an hour after midnight when Hyunggu wraps up his livestream and shuts down his studio. He lets himself sit for a moment, just him and Audrey and Degas and the spinning chair, and then he shrugs back into his winter coat and gets ready to go home.
He’d had his phone charging next to him on the desk while he worked and clicking it open now he’s got a wall of kakaotalk notifications - new years wishes and celebratory emojis and a picture from Shinwon that looks like Hwitaek drunk and laughing if the blurry little thumbnail is anything to judge by.
Mixed in with the others is this - three texts from Hansol, one after another.
Hyunggu pulls his bottom lip into his mouth around a smile. It’s funny how they can talk everyday, have been talking all day, and even just seeing his name is still enough to make Hyunggu feel fluttery. Hyunggu pauses with his hand on the door and swipes their chat open.
hey sorry if this is like weird
but i saw you were working and well
i’m downstairs
Hyunggu immediately clicks through to call him, heart beating a rabbit-paced rhythm in his chest.
“You’re here?” Hyunggu says as soon as Hansol picks up.
“Yeah, it’s New Year’s Eve.” Hansol responds plainly, like he is exactly where he is supposed to be.
“In the cafe or outside?” Hyunggu still has his hand on the door handle. He’s too warm in his winter coat. “I’ll come get you.”
“Outside. It’s past midnight, dude.”
“Right, okay.” Hyunggu laughs. “Stay on the phone?”
Hansol hums and Hyunggu works his way to the elevator. The signal isn’t as good once he’s inside but they keep talking anyway.
“What was that?” Hansol crackles through the receiver.
“I asked how you knew I was here.”
“V-App.” Hansol says easily. “Well, and Shinwon hyung. I mean I asked him.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?” Hyunggu’s smile stretches his mouth, he thinks he already knows the answer but he wants Hansol to say it.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
Hyunggu steps out of the elevator and hurries out through the company door. Hansol is leaning against the wall, buried under a mask and hat and coat and a chunky knit scarf, but unmistakably him.
“Hey.” Hyunggu says, hanging up his phone and sliding it back into his pocket.
Hansol’s eyes crinkle when they meet. “Hey.”
“C’mon, it’s cold.” Hyunggu waves him in through the door.
They walk side by side back to the elevator. Once the doors slide shut Hyunggu reaches out and bumps Hansol’s hand with his own.
Hansol tugs down his mask and gives Hyunggu an up and down, eyes soft. “Were you heading home?”
“About to.” Hyunggu unzips his coat. “This is better though. I think the hyungs have already been drinking.”
The elevator dings when they hit the fifth floor and Hyunggu leads the way down the hall back to his studio. He feels Hansol behind him like a warm shadow. Hansol’s coat is the puffy nylon kind and swishes as he walks.
Hyunggu punches in his door code and holds the door open until Hansol is squarely inside.
He’s been in Hyunggu’s studio before, for MOLA purposes and what Hansol would refer to as ‘jam sessions’ but were largely Hansol teaching Hyunggu how to make vaporwave edits on his phone.
Hyunggu brushes past Hansol, slipping out of his jacket and dropping himself boneless onto the studio couch.
“I brought this.” Hansol says, pulling a bottle of champagne out of the gift bag dangling from his other hand. He sets the bag on top of the desk and the tissue paper inside crinkles.
There’s something about the way he’s standing, a little bit sheepish like Hyunggu might reject the offer; the fact that this boy came out in the cold to make sure he wasn’t alone. Hyunggu wants to ask if he picked it up on the way or if he’d been saving it just for this.
Hansol settles next to Hyunggu on the couch and presents the bottle to him with both hands like a waiter at a fancy restaurant. “Is it to your liking, sir?”
Hyunggu’s cheeks feel like they’re glowing from the inside. He shoves at Hansol’s arm. “It’s perfect.”
They open the bottle carefully over the company sink and Hyunggu pulls two plastic cups out of a cupboard for Hansol to pour into. Hyunggu tilts his cup forward, knocking their fingers together in a silent cheers before taking a sip and dragging Hansol back to the sanctity of his studio.
Hyunggu swings his legs into Hansol’s lap, gets in his space. He feels safe when he’s with him, secure under the way Hansol wraps his hand around Hyunggu’s calf.
“It’s sweet that you came.” Hyunggu says, dusting the tips of his fingers over the back of Hansol’s hand.
“Yeah, of course.”
It takes just one glass for Hyunggu to crowd fully into Hansol’s space, cheek pushed up against his shoulder so much it’s audible when he speaks. It takes two for him to knit their fingers together over his legs in Hansol’s lap.
untitled, hyojin/seungjoon - 339
post-hyojin birthday live because seungjoon had to brag about being in hyojin's bed
“Alright, everybody out.” Hyojin claps his hands together, pushing himself off the floor as soon as the live stream cuts off.
It’s well past midnight now, something they’ll probably regret for their schedule in the morning, but while they’re already making bad decisions there’s one more Hyojin has in mind.
Changyoon moves to switch from Hyojin’s bed to his own and Hyojin nudges him in the butt with his knee. “Nope, you too.”
“But this is my room.” Changyoon says, eyes narrowing. Behind him Seungjoon stretches out along Hyojin’s bed like the cat that just caught the canary, feathers still caught in his teeth.
“First of all, gross.”
Yuto, unlike Changyoon, does not need to be told twice and makes a noise with his teeth on his way out. Jaeyoung claps Hyojin on the back before he leaves too, like he’s giving his blessing.
Minkyun lingers but only so he can follow after Changyoon, sending a little finger gun to Hyojin and Seungjoon behind his back.
Hyojin barely waits for the door to click shut before he’s settling himself on his stomach between Seungjoon’s legs.
They don’t usually have time to be together like this, or even if they do they’re too tired to savor it the way they want to. Hyojin’s determined to savor this, though he doesn’t quite make it to his intended target of Seungjoon’s mouth and instead lands with his cheek on Seungjoon’s chest.
“Is this your big birthday plan?” Seungjoon cards his hand through Hyojin’s hair.
“Can’t believe you bragged about being in my bed in front of everyone.” His voice is half muffled by Seungjoon’s shirt, the way his cheek is smushed up. He leans into Seungjoon’s touch like a cat in a bright patch of sun.
“It wasn’t bragging.”
“Mhm.”
“It wasn’t.” Seungjoon stills his hand. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and his cheeks round. “Maybe just a little bit.”
keep you there, shinwon/hongseok - 1076
i think this was supposed to be for canon compliant week? shinwon steals hongseoks clothes to make him do something about it
If asked, Shinwon is not pushing Hongseok’s buttons on purpose. He’s wearing one of Hongseok’s oversized hoodies because it’s the first vaguely clean thing he found in the dorm, not because he knows that Hongseok hates when they take his things without asking.
Not because it smells like Hongseok’s cologne and most definitely not because he’s hoping Hongseok will try to peel him out of it when he gets home.
No, Shinwon is completely innocent here. It gets drafty in their living room sometimes and his aversion to clothes at home can only carry him so far. Plus, Hongseok could easily start closing his bedroom door if he didn’t want Shinwon in there.
This is all of course, if anyone asked, which they haven’t. Not that anyone’s even home to.
It’s also not Shinwon’s fault that it’s been weeks since the last time they hooked up, so whatever. He settles back into the couch and pulls the hem of the sweater down over his bare thighs. They don’t really get free time like this anymore and it makes him feel restless, antsy.
He used to love this time but now he’s relearning how to let himself go. There’s that nagging voice in the back of his head that says he should be doing something. Something other than sitting with his hands curled around a playstation controller and daydreaming about getting fucked by his best friend later. He should be in the studio, or in the practice room, or writing lyrics.
He clicks into netflix and scrolls for a full three minutes before it doesn’t feel worth it and he lets his head fall back against the couch, breathing out through his nose.
Shinwon grabs his phone from where he’d thrown it against the cushions and opens up his chat with Hongseok.
gym?
CUBE Hongseokie Hyung
yea, but home in 15. U good?
Shinwon sends back several emojis and a little animated thumbs up sticker. He swipes into his notes app and leaves a memo for his future self to consider things like small blessings in a future song.
Fucking Hongseok has been one thing, writing a song about him, or at least thinking about it, is probably another, but Shinwon isn’t quite ready to unpack all of that.
Shinwon’s never been good exactly at expressing his feelings. He’s great at feeling them, painfully, right in his chest, but putting them to words always makes him feel itchy or like he’s wearing clothes that are too tight. Music is a little bit different, if only because he can pretend it’s not him. He’s just telling a story, making an abstract about other people.
He flops down onto his side, and then rolls on to his back, and then kicks one leg up over the back of the couch. That restless feeling again.
Normally, well normal since he started sleeping in the living room anyway, Shinwon will fold up all his bedding when he gets up in the morning. He’d never quite gotten around to it today. His comforter is all bunched up around him, little navy blue mountains over the well-loved fabric of their couch.
He lays like that, just focusing on the rise and fall of his own chest, until he hears the jingle of their front door unlocking.
“That kind of day?” Hongseok drops his duffel bag by the door while he eases out of his shoes and Shinwon opens one eye to look at him.
“I should’ve done something.” Shinwon huffs out through his nose again, closing his eyes.
“Sometimes taking a break is a good thing, Shinwon-ah.”
Shinwon opens both his eyes at that and props himself up on his elbows. “Yeah, how’s yours going then?”
Hongseok rolls his eyes and comes to lean over the arm of the couch closest to the door. His hair is still a little damp from his shower at the gym, his cheeks still a little pink. Shinwon knows just from looking that he’d be warm to the touch.
“Hey, is that mine?” Hongseok asks, clear in his tone that they both know the answer.
Shinwon’s mouth curls up at the corner. He pulls at the sweatshirt against his chest. “What, this?”
Hongseok hums and then he’s taking Shinwon in, properly, from the way his sweatshirt stretches against his broader shoulders down to his legs, bare past the hem of his boxers. Hongseok’s eyes catch there, on his spread thighs.
“You know how I feel when you guys take my stuff.” He circles round the couch to stretch himself up the length of Shinwon’s body. Shinwon loves when Hongseok cages him in like this, possessive. “I like this on you though.”
“You gonna do something about it?”
“You know there are easier ways to get me to touch you, right?” Hongseok laughs but their mouths are so close Shinwon can feel the rush of air against his chin.
“Not as fun.”
Hongseok tips forwards and closes the gap, pressing into Shinwon’s mouth slow. If there’s one thing Shinwon has learned since they started hooking up, it’s that Hongseok is a tease. He should’ve seen it coming, but it still took him by surprise just how much self control Hongseok had when it meant getting his way.
“You want to make it a game? I don’t have to touch you at all.” His smile is so smug, Shinwon leans in and kisses it off his face.
“Not that.” Shinwon says, rubbing his nose against Hongseok’s. He shifts his hips up, tries to get closer. “Not today.”
Hongseok rolls his hips down to meet him. He’s good at giving Shinwon what he wants too, sometimes. Like now, reaching down to hitch Shinwon’s thigh up so they can slot together better.
“You smell like my cologne.” Hongseok says into the sensitive skin of Shinwon’s throat and Shinwon realizes this is actually going to go even better than he planned.
“Roll over.” Hongseok pats Shinwon’s side once, and then scoots over just enough that Shinwon can turn onto his stomach.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” Hongseok straddles Shinwon’s hips, pushes his arms up so his hands are by his head.
Hongseok pushes in and Shinwon feels him everywhere. Each rock of Hongseok’s hips pushes Shinwon’s cock against the comforter and the couch and it’s nothing but pressure and friction from all sides, Hongseok’s breath hot against his cheek.
be my bruise, changyoon/wyatt - 1011
the long-promised changyoon pov switch to my hyojoon college au series. frankly very sad to let her go and may return to her someday.
The thing that’s, like, funny is that Changyoon doesn’t really know when this started. He remembers meeting Wyatt in his Intro to Film class freshman year and he remembers laughing during the awkward round of introductions when they realized they grew up just a county over from each other approximately 800 miles from where they’d ended up and now, somehow, it’s three years and a million little things later and every time he catches Wyatt looking over at him from the passenger seat of his car his whole body feels like an elaborate jello mold.
Changyoon likes flirting with his friends. It’s fun, it’s easy, and he’s mostly used to dealing with Seungjoon and Minkyun who dish it back just as easily. Changyoon is not, however, and never has been, used to the way Wyatt gets flustered when Changyoon turns that attention on him.
He can keep up, has to with their circle of friends, but there is a particular shade of pink he turns when it’s Changyoon specifically. Changyoon has yet to figure out what it means.
They’re in the car like that now and Changyoon has CRJ turned up to 11 and they’re about three seconds from pulling into the McDonald’s drive-thru on their way to meet this old woman about shooting in her garden when he feels Wyatt staring.
“You, uh, your usual?” Changyoon says, just to say something, though he’s pretty sure that’s not what Wyatt is thinking about even though, like, maybe he should be. He reaches over to turn down the volume, half for the sake of the drive-thru worker they’re about to deal with and half because he feels like he needs to be doing something with his hands at all times and this is in fact something.
“Yeah, yeah, the us’.” Wyatt says, rolling his head with it, drumming his fingers against his thighs.
He turns to look at him again and smiles, small and soft, and Changyoon feels a little bit stupid for reading into it at all.
The meeting goes fine, great even. The old woman doesn’t technically actually own the garden and isn’t really legally the one who can give them permission to use it but she is the one who’s spent years building it up, filling it with different sculptures and old toys and abandoned things and making sure the plants don’t get too out of control. And she’s completely charmed by everything Wyatt says. So she signs their paperwork for them anyway.
It’s always weird seeing Wyatt put on his I’m Talking To An Adult voice, at least a full pitch higher than how he usually talks but just as sweet. Changyoon remembers the first time his mom came to visit, bringing with her more tupperware containers of japchae and potato salad than his dorm’s mini-fridge could possibly handle, and how Wyatt had looked shaking her hand in that tiny sliver of “living space” between him and his roommate at the time’s beds. How his mother has made sure to call and ask Changyoon about his Nice Friend Jaeyoung in the lead up to every visit since.
“Did Seungjoon tell you about that party?” Changyoon tries super hard to sound casual, reaching over to fidget with the radio again as he drives Wyatt home. His car is old enough that Hyojin bought him a cassette tape to AUX converter last year for his birthday and sometimes it still requires a few firm slaps of his hand to work.
“Oh, hm, yeah.” Wyatt sinks down in his seat a little bit, fingers toying with the strings around a hole in his jeans that Changyoon has been pointedly Not Noticing since they’d met up that morning. “I don’t know if I’m really invited though. I’ve only met those guys once I think.”
“Dude, no, they’re super chill.” Well, Changyoon had spent most of the last party getting molded into the couch by a guy who was very sweet and absolutely ripped and had nice eyes and in no way reminded him of anyone else. He’s assuming they were chill. “And I’ll be there! So it’ll be great!”
He shoots Wyatt one of his brightest, most convincing smiles.
“Well, if you’ll be there…” Wyatt says, just a touch sarcastic, but when Changyoon looks over he’s smiling too.
Changyoon isn’t used to feeling shy, his entire childhood was a series of phone calls from teachers saying he was too much or being told he needed to settle down. Not that he was ever a bad kid, it was just that his brain moved too fast for his body sometimes, or sometimes the reverse, and for all the things he felt like he could not control, at least he could make people laugh.
He feels a little shy when Wyatt reaches across the console and taps his thigh. Or, maybe not shy, but small. He feels like an ant on the sidewalk and Wyatt is the magnifying glass pinning him with a singular beam of light.
“I’ll think about it.” Wyatt says, retracting his hand to unbuckle his seatbelt. “But only if you’ll be there.”
“Your costume has to be good, y’know.” Changyoon resists the urge to reach out and touch him. “You can’t embarrass me if we’re going together.”
Wyatt laughs in a short sound, punching out of his throat. “Guess I have to think about that too then.”
Changyoon thinks about their conversation on loop at bare minimum sixty times on the drive home. He thinks that they maybe agreed to a date kind of but he also guesses he didn’t actually ask. They’ve done everything as friends up until this point there’s no reason to feel like this is different.
It’s just that it does feel different, for some reason, and Wyatt had not said no.
He’s trying not to think about it for the sixty-first time as he pushes through the front door of his apartment, loosens the laces on his shoes and places them neatly on the rack in the front hall.
as per last year if there's anything here that really speaks to y'all i am happy to talk about it over on retrospring. let's get into it -
untitled, hyunggu/vernon - 865
when hyunggu said he'd spent all of new year's eve last year texting vernon i thought they should have a lil midnight kiss about it
It’s an hour after midnight when Hyunggu wraps up his livestream and shuts down his studio. He lets himself sit for a moment, just him and Audrey and Degas and the spinning chair, and then he shrugs back into his winter coat and gets ready to go home.
He’d had his phone charging next to him on the desk while he worked and clicking it open now he’s got a wall of kakaotalk notifications - new years wishes and celebratory emojis and a picture from Shinwon that looks like Hwitaek drunk and laughing if the blurry little thumbnail is anything to judge by.
Mixed in with the others is this - three texts from Hansol, one after another.
Hyunggu pulls his bottom lip into his mouth around a smile. It’s funny how they can talk everyday, have been talking all day, and even just seeing his name is still enough to make Hyunggu feel fluttery. Hyunggu pauses with his hand on the door and swipes their chat open.
hey sorry if this is like weird
but i saw you were working and well
i’m downstairs
Hyunggu immediately clicks through to call him, heart beating a rabbit-paced rhythm in his chest.
“You’re here?” Hyunggu says as soon as Hansol picks up.
“Yeah, it’s New Year’s Eve.” Hansol responds plainly, like he is exactly where he is supposed to be.
“In the cafe or outside?” Hyunggu still has his hand on the door handle. He’s too warm in his winter coat. “I’ll come get you.”
“Outside. It’s past midnight, dude.”
“Right, okay.” Hyunggu laughs. “Stay on the phone?”
Hansol hums and Hyunggu works his way to the elevator. The signal isn’t as good once he’s inside but they keep talking anyway.
“What was that?” Hansol crackles through the receiver.
“I asked how you knew I was here.”
“V-App.” Hansol says easily. “Well, and Shinwon hyung. I mean I asked him.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?” Hyunggu’s smile stretches his mouth, he thinks he already knows the answer but he wants Hansol to say it.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
Hyunggu steps out of the elevator and hurries out through the company door. Hansol is leaning against the wall, buried under a mask and hat and coat and a chunky knit scarf, but unmistakably him.
“Hey.” Hyunggu says, hanging up his phone and sliding it back into his pocket.
Hansol’s eyes crinkle when they meet. “Hey.”
“C’mon, it’s cold.” Hyunggu waves him in through the door.
They walk side by side back to the elevator. Once the doors slide shut Hyunggu reaches out and bumps Hansol’s hand with his own.
Hansol tugs down his mask and gives Hyunggu an up and down, eyes soft. “Were you heading home?”
“About to.” Hyunggu unzips his coat. “This is better though. I think the hyungs have already been drinking.”
The elevator dings when they hit the fifth floor and Hyunggu leads the way down the hall back to his studio. He feels Hansol behind him like a warm shadow. Hansol’s coat is the puffy nylon kind and swishes as he walks.
Hyunggu punches in his door code and holds the door open until Hansol is squarely inside.
He’s been in Hyunggu’s studio before, for MOLA purposes and what Hansol would refer to as ‘jam sessions’ but were largely Hansol teaching Hyunggu how to make vaporwave edits on his phone.
Hyunggu brushes past Hansol, slipping out of his jacket and dropping himself boneless onto the studio couch.
“I brought this.” Hansol says, pulling a bottle of champagne out of the gift bag dangling from his other hand. He sets the bag on top of the desk and the tissue paper inside crinkles.
There’s something about the way he’s standing, a little bit sheepish like Hyunggu might reject the offer; the fact that this boy came out in the cold to make sure he wasn’t alone. Hyunggu wants to ask if he picked it up on the way or if he’d been saving it just for this.
Hansol settles next to Hyunggu on the couch and presents the bottle to him with both hands like a waiter at a fancy restaurant. “Is it to your liking, sir?”
Hyunggu’s cheeks feel like they’re glowing from the inside. He shoves at Hansol’s arm. “It’s perfect.”
They open the bottle carefully over the company sink and Hyunggu pulls two plastic cups out of a cupboard for Hansol to pour into. Hyunggu tilts his cup forward, knocking their fingers together in a silent cheers before taking a sip and dragging Hansol back to the sanctity of his studio.
Hyunggu swings his legs into Hansol’s lap, gets in his space. He feels safe when he’s with him, secure under the way Hansol wraps his hand around Hyunggu’s calf.
“It’s sweet that you came.” Hyunggu says, dusting the tips of his fingers over the back of Hansol’s hand.
“Yeah, of course.”
It takes just one glass for Hyunggu to crowd fully into Hansol’s space, cheek pushed up against his shoulder so much it’s audible when he speaks. It takes two for him to knit their fingers together over his legs in Hansol’s lap.
untitled, hyojin/seungjoon - 339
post-hyojin birthday live because seungjoon had to brag about being in hyojin's bed
“Alright, everybody out.” Hyojin claps his hands together, pushing himself off the floor as soon as the live stream cuts off.
It’s well past midnight now, something they’ll probably regret for their schedule in the morning, but while they’re already making bad decisions there’s one more Hyojin has in mind.
Changyoon moves to switch from Hyojin’s bed to his own and Hyojin nudges him in the butt with his knee. “Nope, you too.”
“But this is my room.” Changyoon says, eyes narrowing. Behind him Seungjoon stretches out along Hyojin’s bed like the cat that just caught the canary, feathers still caught in his teeth.
“First of all, gross.”
Yuto, unlike Changyoon, does not need to be told twice and makes a noise with his teeth on his way out. Jaeyoung claps Hyojin on the back before he leaves too, like he’s giving his blessing.
Minkyun lingers but only so he can follow after Changyoon, sending a little finger gun to Hyojin and Seungjoon behind his back.
Hyojin barely waits for the door to click shut before he’s settling himself on his stomach between Seungjoon’s legs.
They don’t usually have time to be together like this, or even if they do they’re too tired to savor it the way they want to. Hyojin’s determined to savor this, though he doesn’t quite make it to his intended target of Seungjoon’s mouth and instead lands with his cheek on Seungjoon’s chest.
“Is this your big birthday plan?” Seungjoon cards his hand through Hyojin’s hair.
“Can’t believe you bragged about being in my bed in front of everyone.” His voice is half muffled by Seungjoon’s shirt, the way his cheek is smushed up. He leans into Seungjoon’s touch like a cat in a bright patch of sun.
“It wasn’t bragging.”
“Mhm.”
“It wasn’t.” Seungjoon stills his hand. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and his cheeks round. “Maybe just a little bit.”
keep you there, shinwon/hongseok - 1076
i think this was supposed to be for canon compliant week? shinwon steals hongseoks clothes to make him do something about it
If asked, Shinwon is not pushing Hongseok’s buttons on purpose. He’s wearing one of Hongseok’s oversized hoodies because it’s the first vaguely clean thing he found in the dorm, not because he knows that Hongseok hates when they take his things without asking.
Not because it smells like Hongseok’s cologne and most definitely not because he’s hoping Hongseok will try to peel him out of it when he gets home.
No, Shinwon is completely innocent here. It gets drafty in their living room sometimes and his aversion to clothes at home can only carry him so far. Plus, Hongseok could easily start closing his bedroom door if he didn’t want Shinwon in there.
This is all of course, if anyone asked, which they haven’t. Not that anyone’s even home to.
It’s also not Shinwon’s fault that it’s been weeks since the last time they hooked up, so whatever. He settles back into the couch and pulls the hem of the sweater down over his bare thighs. They don’t really get free time like this anymore and it makes him feel restless, antsy.
He used to love this time but now he’s relearning how to let himself go. There’s that nagging voice in the back of his head that says he should be doing something. Something other than sitting with his hands curled around a playstation controller and daydreaming about getting fucked by his best friend later. He should be in the studio, or in the practice room, or writing lyrics.
He clicks into netflix and scrolls for a full three minutes before it doesn’t feel worth it and he lets his head fall back against the couch, breathing out through his nose.
Shinwon grabs his phone from where he’d thrown it against the cushions and opens up his chat with Hongseok.
gym?
CUBE Hongseokie Hyung
yea, but home in 15. U good?
Shinwon sends back several emojis and a little animated thumbs up sticker. He swipes into his notes app and leaves a memo for his future self to consider things like small blessings in a future song.
Fucking Hongseok has been one thing, writing a song about him, or at least thinking about it, is probably another, but Shinwon isn’t quite ready to unpack all of that.
Shinwon’s never been good exactly at expressing his feelings. He’s great at feeling them, painfully, right in his chest, but putting them to words always makes him feel itchy or like he’s wearing clothes that are too tight. Music is a little bit different, if only because he can pretend it’s not him. He’s just telling a story, making an abstract about other people.
He flops down onto his side, and then rolls on to his back, and then kicks one leg up over the back of the couch. That restless feeling again.
Normally, well normal since he started sleeping in the living room anyway, Shinwon will fold up all his bedding when he gets up in the morning. He’d never quite gotten around to it today. His comforter is all bunched up around him, little navy blue mountains over the well-loved fabric of their couch.
He lays like that, just focusing on the rise and fall of his own chest, until he hears the jingle of their front door unlocking.
“That kind of day?” Hongseok drops his duffel bag by the door while he eases out of his shoes and Shinwon opens one eye to look at him.
“I should’ve done something.” Shinwon huffs out through his nose again, closing his eyes.
“Sometimes taking a break is a good thing, Shinwon-ah.”
Shinwon opens both his eyes at that and props himself up on his elbows. “Yeah, how’s yours going then?”
Hongseok rolls his eyes and comes to lean over the arm of the couch closest to the door. His hair is still a little damp from his shower at the gym, his cheeks still a little pink. Shinwon knows just from looking that he’d be warm to the touch.
“Hey, is that mine?” Hongseok asks, clear in his tone that they both know the answer.
Shinwon’s mouth curls up at the corner. He pulls at the sweatshirt against his chest. “What, this?”
Hongseok hums and then he’s taking Shinwon in, properly, from the way his sweatshirt stretches against his broader shoulders down to his legs, bare past the hem of his boxers. Hongseok’s eyes catch there, on his spread thighs.
“You know how I feel when you guys take my stuff.” He circles round the couch to stretch himself up the length of Shinwon’s body. Shinwon loves when Hongseok cages him in like this, possessive. “I like this on you though.”
“You gonna do something about it?”
“You know there are easier ways to get me to touch you, right?” Hongseok laughs but their mouths are so close Shinwon can feel the rush of air against his chin.
“Not as fun.”
Hongseok tips forwards and closes the gap, pressing into Shinwon’s mouth slow. If there’s one thing Shinwon has learned since they started hooking up, it’s that Hongseok is a tease. He should’ve seen it coming, but it still took him by surprise just how much self control Hongseok had when it meant getting his way.
“You want to make it a game? I don’t have to touch you at all.” His smile is so smug, Shinwon leans in and kisses it off his face.
“Not that.” Shinwon says, rubbing his nose against Hongseok’s. He shifts his hips up, tries to get closer. “Not today.”
Hongseok rolls his hips down to meet him. He’s good at giving Shinwon what he wants too, sometimes. Like now, reaching down to hitch Shinwon’s thigh up so they can slot together better.
“You smell like my cologne.” Hongseok says into the sensitive skin of Shinwon’s throat and Shinwon realizes this is actually going to go even better than he planned.
“Roll over.” Hongseok pats Shinwon’s side once, and then scoots over just enough that Shinwon can turn onto his stomach.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” Hongseok straddles Shinwon’s hips, pushes his arms up so his hands are by his head.
Hongseok pushes in and Shinwon feels him everywhere. Each rock of Hongseok’s hips pushes Shinwon’s cock against the comforter and the couch and it’s nothing but pressure and friction from all sides, Hongseok’s breath hot against his cheek.
be my bruise, changyoon/wyatt - 1011
the long-promised changyoon pov switch to my hyojoon college au series. frankly very sad to let her go and may return to her someday.
The thing that’s, like, funny is that Changyoon doesn’t really know when this started. He remembers meeting Wyatt in his Intro to Film class freshman year and he remembers laughing during the awkward round of introductions when they realized they grew up just a county over from each other approximately 800 miles from where they’d ended up and now, somehow, it’s three years and a million little things later and every time he catches Wyatt looking over at him from the passenger seat of his car his whole body feels like an elaborate jello mold.
Changyoon likes flirting with his friends. It’s fun, it’s easy, and he’s mostly used to dealing with Seungjoon and Minkyun who dish it back just as easily. Changyoon is not, however, and never has been, used to the way Wyatt gets flustered when Changyoon turns that attention on him.
He can keep up, has to with their circle of friends, but there is a particular shade of pink he turns when it’s Changyoon specifically. Changyoon has yet to figure out what it means.
They’re in the car like that now and Changyoon has CRJ turned up to 11 and they’re about three seconds from pulling into the McDonald’s drive-thru on their way to meet this old woman about shooting in her garden when he feels Wyatt staring.
“You, uh, your usual?” Changyoon says, just to say something, though he’s pretty sure that’s not what Wyatt is thinking about even though, like, maybe he should be. He reaches over to turn down the volume, half for the sake of the drive-thru worker they’re about to deal with and half because he feels like he needs to be doing something with his hands at all times and this is in fact something.
“Yeah, yeah, the us’.” Wyatt says, rolling his head with it, drumming his fingers against his thighs.
He turns to look at him again and smiles, small and soft, and Changyoon feels a little bit stupid for reading into it at all.
The meeting goes fine, great even. The old woman doesn’t technically actually own the garden and isn’t really legally the one who can give them permission to use it but she is the one who’s spent years building it up, filling it with different sculptures and old toys and abandoned things and making sure the plants don’t get too out of control. And she’s completely charmed by everything Wyatt says. So she signs their paperwork for them anyway.
It’s always weird seeing Wyatt put on his I’m Talking To An Adult voice, at least a full pitch higher than how he usually talks but just as sweet. Changyoon remembers the first time his mom came to visit, bringing with her more tupperware containers of japchae and potato salad than his dorm’s mini-fridge could possibly handle, and how Wyatt had looked shaking her hand in that tiny sliver of “living space” between him and his roommate at the time’s beds. How his mother has made sure to call and ask Changyoon about his Nice Friend Jaeyoung in the lead up to every visit since.
“Did Seungjoon tell you about that party?” Changyoon tries super hard to sound casual, reaching over to fidget with the radio again as he drives Wyatt home. His car is old enough that Hyojin bought him a cassette tape to AUX converter last year for his birthday and sometimes it still requires a few firm slaps of his hand to work.
“Oh, hm, yeah.” Wyatt sinks down in his seat a little bit, fingers toying with the strings around a hole in his jeans that Changyoon has been pointedly Not Noticing since they’d met up that morning. “I don’t know if I’m really invited though. I’ve only met those guys once I think.”
“Dude, no, they’re super chill.” Well, Changyoon had spent most of the last party getting molded into the couch by a guy who was very sweet and absolutely ripped and had nice eyes and in no way reminded him of anyone else. He’s assuming they were chill. “And I’ll be there! So it’ll be great!”
He shoots Wyatt one of his brightest, most convincing smiles.
“Well, if you’ll be there…” Wyatt says, just a touch sarcastic, but when Changyoon looks over he’s smiling too.
Changyoon isn’t used to feeling shy, his entire childhood was a series of phone calls from teachers saying he was too much or being told he needed to settle down. Not that he was ever a bad kid, it was just that his brain moved too fast for his body sometimes, or sometimes the reverse, and for all the things he felt like he could not control, at least he could make people laugh.
He feels a little shy when Wyatt reaches across the console and taps his thigh. Or, maybe not shy, but small. He feels like an ant on the sidewalk and Wyatt is the magnifying glass pinning him with a singular beam of light.
“I’ll think about it.” Wyatt says, retracting his hand to unbuckle his seatbelt. “But only if you’ll be there.”
“Your costume has to be good, y’know.” Changyoon resists the urge to reach out and touch him. “You can’t embarrass me if we’re going together.”
Wyatt laughs in a short sound, punching out of his throat. “Guess I have to think about that too then.”
Changyoon thinks about their conversation on loop at bare minimum sixty times on the drive home. He thinks that they maybe agreed to a date kind of but he also guesses he didn’t actually ask. They’ve done everything as friends up until this point there’s no reason to feel like this is different.
It’s just that it does feel different, for some reason, and Wyatt had not said no.
He’s trying not to think about it for the sixty-first time as he pushes through the front door of his apartment, loosens the laces on his shoes and places them neatly on the rack in the front hall.
