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cactus intervals ; infinite
cactus intervals
cactus!verse, some of the things that happened during the intervals
+ woohyun/sunggyu
before imperfect pieces
Boyfriend. The word rolls off Woohyun's tongue, a mixture of bewilderment and unfamiliarity and the barest hint of distaste. Sunggyu stares back at him, arms at his side, a faint crease of brow narrowing his eyes. The corners of Sunggyu's mouth are turned down.
"No," Woohyun says slowly. Sungyeol's eyes are preemptively accusing in his mind. "We're just roommates."
"Then prove it." Sunggyu's words are sharp, his eyes flashing, half-crescent moons sharpening into razor edges before softening along with the tension in his shoulders. Woohyun's hand is on Sunggyu's wrist. He's taken aback.
"Why?" Woohyun asks. He snakes his other arm around Sunggyu's waist, pressing a lazy kiss into Sunggyu's mouth before Sunggyu shoves him away hard enough that he stumbles backwards, the hem of his pants catching under Sunggyu's shoe. Woohyun cracks his neck, the edges of a grin edging onto his face. "But I will, if that's what you want."
Sunggyu's eyes are dark by the time they're in the bedroom, a trail of belts and shoes and jackets behind them. "Prove it," Sunggyu repeats. Woohyun's only response is a decoherent moan. Sunggyu flicks his wrist again, and this time, Woohyun comes over his hand.
+ myungsoo/sungyeol
middle of imperfect pieces
Myungsoo clings to Sungyeol a little too tightly one day, and Sungyeol doesn't push him off. He doesn't peel Myungsoo's arms away or displace Myungsoo's chin from digging sharply into the top of his skull. Myungsoo's torso is warm against Sungyeol's back.
Sungyeol leans back instead.
"I like you," Myungsoo says simply. Sungyeol laughs in reply.
+ ???/???/???
middle of parabolic inverse
"What happened to Minyoung noona?" Sungjong asks. Myungsoo watches from the doorway as Sungjong unpacks his books onto the shelf, arranging them first in alphabetical order before rearranging them by subject and finally in descending size. Sungjong turns, still bouncing on his heels as he peers up at Myungsoo through dishevelled bangs.
Myungsoo shrugs. "We weren't suitable for each other," he says. "By the way, why are you moving in already?"
It's Sungjong's turn to shrug. He stands, stretching his arms nonchalantly above his head. "Home's stuffy, you know," he says. "Besides, I've missed hyung, isn't that enough of a reason?"
"You're going out tonight with your friends," Myungsoo points out flatly, but affection works its way through his voice anyway. Sungjong grins back at him. Myungsoo rolls his eyes.
"Don't stay out too late and don't forget your keys," Myungsoo reminds him. "I might not be home to let you in."
"Oh, where are you going hyung?" Sungjong asks.
Myungsoo chuckles, and steps back as Sungjong walks out of his room and closes the door behind him. "I have friends too," Myungsoo says.
"Sungyeol hyung?" Sungjong asks.
"Other friends," Myungsoo says dryly. "Hurry up, let's go get lunch."
Sungjong rolls his eyes and drapes himself across Myungsoo's shoulders. "Yes," Sungjong says.
"Why did you break up with Minyoung?" Woohyun asks later that night, or maybe early the next morning, Myungsoo's lost track. We weren't suitable, Myungsoo thinks. He curls up on the bed instead.
+ myungsoo/sungyeol
after hyperbolic inverse
The week after Sungyeol says they should do something more, something other than school, Myungsoo drags him to the movies. Sungyeol buys the popcorn, and Myungsoo doesn't think of it as a date.
cactus!verse, some of the things that happened during the intervals
+ woohyun/sunggyu
before imperfect pieces
Boyfriend. The word rolls off Woohyun's tongue, a mixture of bewilderment and unfamiliarity and the barest hint of distaste. Sunggyu stares back at him, arms at his side, a faint crease of brow narrowing his eyes. The corners of Sunggyu's mouth are turned down.
"No," Woohyun says slowly. Sungyeol's eyes are preemptively accusing in his mind. "We're just roommates."
"Then prove it." Sunggyu's words are sharp, his eyes flashing, half-crescent moons sharpening into razor edges before softening along with the tension in his shoulders. Woohyun's hand is on Sunggyu's wrist. He's taken aback.
"Why?" Woohyun asks. He snakes his other arm around Sunggyu's waist, pressing a lazy kiss into Sunggyu's mouth before Sunggyu shoves him away hard enough that he stumbles backwards, the hem of his pants catching under Sunggyu's shoe. Woohyun cracks his neck, the edges of a grin edging onto his face. "But I will, if that's what you want."
Sunggyu's eyes are dark by the time they're in the bedroom, a trail of belts and shoes and jackets behind them. "Prove it," Sunggyu repeats. Woohyun's only response is a decoherent moan. Sunggyu flicks his wrist again, and this time, Woohyun comes over his hand.
+ myungsoo/sungyeol
middle of imperfect pieces
Myungsoo clings to Sungyeol a little too tightly one day, and Sungyeol doesn't push him off. He doesn't peel Myungsoo's arms away or displace Myungsoo's chin from digging sharply into the top of his skull. Myungsoo's torso is warm against Sungyeol's back.
Sungyeol leans back instead.
"I like you," Myungsoo says simply. Sungyeol laughs in reply.
+ ???/???/???
middle of parabolic inverse
"What happened to Minyoung noona?" Sungjong asks. Myungsoo watches from the doorway as Sungjong unpacks his books onto the shelf, arranging them first in alphabetical order before rearranging them by subject and finally in descending size. Sungjong turns, still bouncing on his heels as he peers up at Myungsoo through dishevelled bangs.
Myungsoo shrugs. "We weren't suitable for each other," he says. "By the way, why are you moving in already?"
It's Sungjong's turn to shrug. He stands, stretching his arms nonchalantly above his head. "Home's stuffy, you know," he says. "Besides, I've missed hyung, isn't that enough of a reason?"
"You're going out tonight with your friends," Myungsoo points out flatly, but affection works its way through his voice anyway. Sungjong grins back at him. Myungsoo rolls his eyes.
"Don't stay out too late and don't forget your keys," Myungsoo reminds him. "I might not be home to let you in."
"Oh, where are you going hyung?" Sungjong asks.
Myungsoo chuckles, and steps back as Sungjong walks out of his room and closes the door behind him. "I have friends too," Myungsoo says.
"Sungyeol hyung?" Sungjong asks.
"Other friends," Myungsoo says dryly. "Hurry up, let's go get lunch."
Sungjong rolls his eyes and drapes himself across Myungsoo's shoulders. "Yes," Sungjong says.
"Why did you break up with Minyoung?" Woohyun asks later that night, or maybe early the next morning, Myungsoo's lost track. We weren't suitable, Myungsoo thinks. He curls up on the bed instead.
+ myungsoo/sungyeol
after hyperbolic inverse
The week after Sungyeol says they should do something more, something other than school, Myungsoo drags him to the movies. Sungyeol buys the popcorn, and Myungsoo doesn't think of it as a date.
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