writing: time won't pass without you
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caihongbinnyu + #22 ("I don't owe you an explanation.") this is definitely from kana so hi! i'm sorry i made it so sad </3 but i hope you enjoy it nevertheless!
rating: teen
archive warning: no archive warnings apply
relationship: kevin/new
word count: 668
What happens when you put a Pisces and a Taurus in the same room?
It’s a loaded question. A lot of things can happen.
Kevin insists that they’re fine, they’re doing okay. Chanhee tells him he’s wrong. Kevin thinks Chanhee deserves better. Chanhee argues that Kevin is spineless when it comes to telling people what he wants. Kevin calls him mean, Chanhee says Kevin never believes him.
Does a friendship between an unassuming water sign and equally as reserved earth sign always end up in flames?
And that’s just the thing. Are they friends? Do friends do things that they do? Do friends sleep in each other’s beds more often than their own? Do friends kiss each other out of habit? Do friends hold each other like this? Do friends still call themselves friends even when they know they’re far from it?
Kevin’s jealousy manifests into hatred towards himself, while Chanhee’s turns demanding. Kevin is content with hurting, under the impression that Chanhee will always be happier without him, while all Chanhee wants is Kevin to look at him the way he’s always seen him.
It all reaches a climax when Kevin comes home late. Chanhee isn’t supposed to be here tonight but he is, to apologise. They’d gotten into another fight, which ended with a slammed door and a crying Kevin. It’s never Chanhee’s intention but as always, what he thought was reasonable was instead, out of line, and Kevin wasn’t able to fight back without bursting into tears. Over the past few months, Chanhee doesn’t know if he’s done anything right for them.
“Where were you?” Chanhee asks when Kevin stumbles into the apartment. He’s somewhat drunk, but still able to stand on his two feet when he realises it’s Chanhee talking to him.
“Why are you here?” Kevin responds, voice husky and low as he shucks off his shoes at the doorway and pads over to the kitchen.
“To say I’m sorry for the other night.” Chanhee walks over to the kitchen to reach for the painkillers Kevin is struggling to grab. He takes it from Chanhee’s hand and pops one into his mouth.
“It’s fine. You were right,” Kevin responds, fatigue colouring his voice and the way he regards Chanhee. Like he’s tired of him.
“Even if I was, it doesn’t warrant me speaking to you like that,” Chanhee throws back at him as they stand opposite each other, less than a feet apart but feeling the distance tenfold between each other. Kevin just looks at him, hair falling into his eyes that Chanhee desperately wants to push away with his fingers.
“Okay. If that’s all you came to say, you can go home now. I’ll call you a cab.” He starts walking towards the door and Chanhee takes his wrist.
“Kevin please—" Kevin looks up at him and his eyes are cold.
“Chanhee, I want to be okay seeing you, but I’m not.” You have to go now, is what that means. And how it hurts so bad, hearing that from the only person you want to see at the moment.
“What can I do?” Chanhee pleas, equally as hurt even if he doesn’t deserve to feel that way.
“I don’t know,” Kevin says shakily, hands cold in Chanhee’s grip.
Chanhee takes that as his sign to leave. For as long as Kevin needs. However long that takes.
When they finally reach the door, the only thing on Chanhee’s mind is why. Why now? Was there a turning point? Why this fight out of all they’ve ever had, where most of the time, both of them came out losers?
When he echoes just a sliver of his thoughts before Kevin shuts the door on him, the man looks at him with a mixture of guilt and pain. No love in those dark brown eyes Chanhee has memorised by heart.
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
And when the door closes on him, Chanhee spitefully wonders why Kevin gets to call the shots when Kevin has broken him too.
rating: teen
archive warning: no archive warnings apply
relationship: kevin/new
word count: 668
What happens when you put a Pisces and a Taurus in the same room?
It’s a loaded question. A lot of things can happen.
Kevin insists that they’re fine, they’re doing okay. Chanhee tells him he’s wrong. Kevin thinks Chanhee deserves better. Chanhee argues that Kevin is spineless when it comes to telling people what he wants. Kevin calls him mean, Chanhee says Kevin never believes him.
Does a friendship between an unassuming water sign and equally as reserved earth sign always end up in flames?
And that’s just the thing. Are they friends? Do friends do things that they do? Do friends sleep in each other’s beds more often than their own? Do friends kiss each other out of habit? Do friends hold each other like this? Do friends still call themselves friends even when they know they’re far from it?
Kevin’s jealousy manifests into hatred towards himself, while Chanhee’s turns demanding. Kevin is content with hurting, under the impression that Chanhee will always be happier without him, while all Chanhee wants is Kevin to look at him the way he’s always seen him.
It all reaches a climax when Kevin comes home late. Chanhee isn’t supposed to be here tonight but he is, to apologise. They’d gotten into another fight, which ended with a slammed door and a crying Kevin. It’s never Chanhee’s intention but as always, what he thought was reasonable was instead, out of line, and Kevin wasn’t able to fight back without bursting into tears. Over the past few months, Chanhee doesn’t know if he’s done anything right for them.
“Where were you?” Chanhee asks when Kevin stumbles into the apartment. He’s somewhat drunk, but still able to stand on his two feet when he realises it’s Chanhee talking to him.
“Why are you here?” Kevin responds, voice husky and low as he shucks off his shoes at the doorway and pads over to the kitchen.
“To say I’m sorry for the other night.” Chanhee walks over to the kitchen to reach for the painkillers Kevin is struggling to grab. He takes it from Chanhee’s hand and pops one into his mouth.
“It’s fine. You were right,” Kevin responds, fatigue colouring his voice and the way he regards Chanhee. Like he’s tired of him.
“Even if I was, it doesn’t warrant me speaking to you like that,” Chanhee throws back at him as they stand opposite each other, less than a feet apart but feeling the distance tenfold between each other. Kevin just looks at him, hair falling into his eyes that Chanhee desperately wants to push away with his fingers.
“Okay. If that’s all you came to say, you can go home now. I’ll call you a cab.” He starts walking towards the door and Chanhee takes his wrist.
“Kevin please—" Kevin looks up at him and his eyes are cold.
“Chanhee, I want to be okay seeing you, but I’m not.” You have to go now, is what that means. And how it hurts so bad, hearing that from the only person you want to see at the moment.
“What can I do?” Chanhee pleas, equally as hurt even if he doesn’t deserve to feel that way.
“I don’t know,” Kevin says shakily, hands cold in Chanhee’s grip.
Chanhee takes that as his sign to leave. For as long as Kevin needs. However long that takes.
When they finally reach the door, the only thing on Chanhee’s mind is why. Why now? Was there a turning point? Why this fight out of all they’ve ever had, where most of the time, both of them came out losers?
When he echoes just a sliver of his thoughts before Kevin shuts the door on him, the man looks at him with a mixture of guilt and pain. No love in those dark brown eyes Chanhee has memorised by heart.
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
And when the door closes on him, Chanhee spitefully wonders why Kevin gets to call the shots when Kevin has broken him too.
