109.
very old; originally posted at fandom_mule
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hyukmin; secrets/love is handing someone a gun and letting it point to your head, believing he won’t pull the trigger/don’t shut me out, love of mine, someday you will die, but I’ll be close behind, I’ll follow you into the dark/the best friend you fall for.
“Hey, hey,” Sungmin whispers as he traces the bone of Hyukjae’s wrist softly, lying on his bed.
“Yeah?” Hyukhae mutters, eyes still closed and hand resting on Sungmin’s waist.
“You’re my best friend, right?”
Hyukjae’s laugh is soft even as his grip on Sungmin’s waist tightens, and he cracks open his eyes.
“Right, of course. Love you with the fire of a thousand suns and all that.”
Sungmin’s laugh is fake to his own ears, and he holds Hyukjae’s wrist, fingers clenched so that he can feel the bone.
“Do you miss Donghae?”
The question makes Hyukjae expel a breath, and Sungmin wonders if Donghae can feel it where he is, a whole country away.
“Yeah, of course. You know, he’s Donghae, but he’s doing what he thinks is right. What he thinks should be done.”
Hyukjae curls up a bit as he says this, burying his head into Sungmin’s chest and tangling their legs together.
“Even if that means going far away from home, you’re okay with that?”
The laughs are becoming more hollow and more like simply letting out air, and Sungmin tangles his right hand in Hyukjae’s hair, stroking it gently.
“Yeah, well, I can’t say it’s not okay. I can’t say no to what Donghae wants if that’s what he wants to do, right?”
The words are unspoken, but Sungmin knows how Hyukjae feels about Donghae. He’s not blind; he can see the glances and lingering touches, and even if it sounds like a cliché, it’s clear the Donghae feels the same way. It’s just that work, work is always in the way, and it shouldn’t feel like work because they’re doing what they love, but it does feel that way. And it hurts to think that, to say that and admit that, so Sungmin tucks away secrets in his heart.
“Hey, but you’re okay, right?”
Hyukjae’s nod is tiny and small, almost invisible in the silence of the bedroom, and Sungmin laces his left hand with Hyukjae’s right. They’re in this awkward arrangement of limbs and bodies, and Hyukjae’s breath is gentle on Sungmin’s neck while Sungmin breathes in the smell of Hyukjae’s hair.
“Don’t worry, I’m here.”
Sungmin feels more than hears Hyukjae’s honest chuckle at the words, and cracks his own grin.
“Come on, through whatever, I’ll be here, right?”
Hyukjae nods again, clutching tight at Sungmin, and Sungmin laughs hollowly.
He’s afraid of letting go of people he loves, so he breathes in the scent of Hyukjae and closes his eyes. He refuses to think of a time with his best friend by his side.
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hyukmin; secrets/love is handing someone a gun and letting it point to your head, believing he won’t pull the trigger/don’t shut me out, love of mine, someday you will die, but I’ll be close behind, I’ll follow you into the dark/the best friend you fall for.
“Hey, hey,” Sungmin whispers as he traces the bone of Hyukjae’s wrist softly, lying on his bed.
“Yeah?” Hyukhae mutters, eyes still closed and hand resting on Sungmin’s waist.
“You’re my best friend, right?”
Hyukjae’s laugh is soft even as his grip on Sungmin’s waist tightens, and he cracks open his eyes.
“Right, of course. Love you with the fire of a thousand suns and all that.”
Sungmin’s laugh is fake to his own ears, and he holds Hyukjae’s wrist, fingers clenched so that he can feel the bone.
“Do you miss Donghae?”
The question makes Hyukjae expel a breath, and Sungmin wonders if Donghae can feel it where he is, a whole country away.
“Yeah, of course. You know, he’s Donghae, but he’s doing what he thinks is right. What he thinks should be done.”
Hyukjae curls up a bit as he says this, burying his head into Sungmin’s chest and tangling their legs together.
“Even if that means going far away from home, you’re okay with that?”
The laughs are becoming more hollow and more like simply letting out air, and Sungmin tangles his right hand in Hyukjae’s hair, stroking it gently.
“Yeah, well, I can’t say it’s not okay. I can’t say no to what Donghae wants if that’s what he wants to do, right?”
The words are unspoken, but Sungmin knows how Hyukjae feels about Donghae. He’s not blind; he can see the glances and lingering touches, and even if it sounds like a cliché, it’s clear the Donghae feels the same way. It’s just that work, work is always in the way, and it shouldn’t feel like work because they’re doing what they love, but it does feel that way. And it hurts to think that, to say that and admit that, so Sungmin tucks away secrets in his heart.
“Hey, but you’re okay, right?”
Hyukjae’s nod is tiny and small, almost invisible in the silence of the bedroom, and Sungmin laces his left hand with Hyukjae’s right. They’re in this awkward arrangement of limbs and bodies, and Hyukjae’s breath is gentle on Sungmin’s neck while Sungmin breathes in the smell of Hyukjae’s hair.
“Don’t worry, I’m here.”
Sungmin feels more than hears Hyukjae’s honest chuckle at the words, and cracks his own grin.
“Come on, through whatever, I’ll be here, right?”
Hyukjae nods again, clutching tight at Sungmin, and Sungmin laughs hollowly.
He’s afraid of letting go of people he loves, so he breathes in the scent of Hyukjae and closes his eyes. He refuses to think of a time with his best friend by his side.