Post #5.

[seoulfulness]

After a slow third week, post four yielded a lot of prompts -- and, more importantly, a lot of fills! I was afraid that we were slowing down, but you guys really put a lot of effort into making post four a good one, and I have faith in you to continue leaving prompts and writing (or drawing, as one anon did!) fills. ♥

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Re: infinite, hoya/sungjong

[anonymous]

“Whites,” Hoya says. Sungjong passes him a knot full of underwear, some dirty socks, and three stained undershirts. Hoya pitches them into the washer one at a time, practicing his free-throw.

“Nice shot,” Sungjong says. He touches his bangs, and Hoya almost reaches out to wipe them back. He’s watched Sungjong toss his hair out of his eyes a million times. He could just reach out and next time and just do it. Just pull them back. The spectators might even like it. That’s why Myungsoo and Sungyeol have been doing so well, and they haven’t even debuted.

“Hyung?” Sungjong asks. Hoya clears his throat.

“Sorry,” he says. “Colors.” Sungjong bends down again, grabbing a big smelly pile of black socks, jackets, and pants. Hoya holds out his arm and Sungjong dumps the pile into his hands. He stuffs the pile into the other basket.

“Okay,” Sungjong chirps, and stretches out straight, cracking his back.

“You need to practice more,” Hoya says.

“Mmm,” Sungjong says. He sounds oddly satisfied, as if that was precisely the reaction he had been expecting. He leans against the wall, fiddling with the hangers.

Hoya knows that if he touched Sungjong, it would be okay, that the cameras would have no reason to stop filming. Not that he has anything to show to for the audience, but for once in his life, he doesn’t have to hide. He could push things, probably even more than usual, in the name of fanservice-but that means skirting that awful line between make-believe and reality, and Hoya refuses to get caught there. His pride won’t let him. He doesn’t believe in mind games, and that’s not how this is going to work. He might love Sungjong too much for that game. So even though others might already being taking advantage of the situation, he will not be like that. It is precisely because he can, that he chooses not to. That is his honor as a man, he tells himself, and wipes his hands on his jeans.

“We’re done here,” he says. “Want to help me cook dinner?”

Re: infinite, hoya/sungjong

[anonymous]

omg this is perfect. i love the quietness of their relationship, and i can really see hoya as something who internalises and thinks these sorts of things all the way through ;~;

the mood is lovely ♥

Re: infinite, hoya/sungjong

[anonymous]

:D i'm so happy you liked it! i really liked the prompt, and i still feel like i didn't do it justice :x but thank you :)