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he wants to bottle it up, this moment he’s found himself in. bottle it up and put a cork in it, save it for a rainy day when he can’t stop thinking and can’t stop feeling and can’t stop his heart from telling him things he doesn’t want to hear. he sees haseok, softer than usual, softer than others see him, like it’s reserved just for the confines of taehyunandhaseok and for no one else.

it’s deceptively nice. deceivingly sweet. it’s everything taehyun could ask for and all he had to do was get the flu for it to happen. he’s won. haseok is crawling under the covers with him and it feels right. feels like the universe has clicked itself into place and aligned all the planets in every solar system up with one another perfectly and all it took was jin haseok admitting the tiniest of defeats to taehyun.

he’s not going to kid himself into thinking that it’ll stay this way, that he’ll wake up to a confession of a love that they both know is there but has yet to be said. yet to been owned up to. but they both clearly know that haseok’s hesitance is standard for whatever their doing and soon enough, taehyun will go back to pining for a man who refuses to realize that whatever power he prays to built them for one another.

but for now he’s happy, snuggling into the covers even more, warm from fever and from the body heat pressed against him. taehyun preens under the attention haseok is giving him, leans into every soft touch he’s given, feels his heart grow impossibly bigger with every look from him.

“the stew was perfect,” at this point, taehyun is fighting a losing battle against sleep. his eyelids feel like lead as he tries to keep them open just enough to look at haseok, eyes focusing in and out. “I can’t remember the last time I ate, actually.” he lets out a chuckle that turns into a hacking cough, his face buried in the pillow under him so he’s not coughing in the other man’s face.

they look at each other for a few seconds, the time seeming to pass both too quickly and too slowly. “i don’t want to go to sleep,” taehyun admits, reaching out under the covers to blindly search for haseok’s hand, settling instead on wrapping his arm loosely around his waist, pressing little circles in haseok’s back. taehyun’s body betrays him and he opens his mouth to yawn deeply. “if I fall asleep, promise you’ll wake me up.”

the ‘because I don’t want to miss a second of this’ goes without saying.

they’re both still. the television has changed to play a sitcom from the 90s; all of the actors are so jovial, full of laughter as they stumble on and off screen in the fake home that still seems so picturesque. haseok is still letting his gaze linger on taehyun and watching the male’s inner battle against his body that is fighting, begging for him to rest. 

he glides his hand gently through taehyun’s hair even despite the condition its in, despite that even when haseok presses his palm to his forehead all he feels is sweltering heat. his rigidness finds itself loosening up over time, his limbs finding themselves gravitating toward taehyun’s body and the unforgiving sense of comfort it brings. haseok wasn’t used to moments like this between them — slow and still and kept hidden from the rest of the world. sometimes it felt like the greatest sigh of relief being able to hit the brakes of life and settle for the little nothings. 

of course it all came with the price of that fear of sin forever engrained in his mind: something that would remain in haseok’s subconscious even if there was nobody left on earth except himself and kang taehyun.

he frowns when taehyun lets out a hacking cough, craning his neck away only to pull himself closer once it had resided. when taehyun’s hand finds its way to his back, haseok melts against his touch almost on command; he could tune out words — that was easy. it was taehyun’s touch that always left haseok coming loose at the ends. 

he’s thankful taehyun is half asleep to see haseok’s expression finally break after holding his stoicness for so long. there was no denying that something about a sleepy taehyun was breaking him just a little bit. “sure thing, baby,” his last word comes out heavy, distorted, like haseok was speaking to him underwater. he reaches forward to cup taehyun’s cheek and pull him into a long, gentle kiss. this time is different. there’s more thought he’s putting into how he kisses him, more tenderness and care that haseok would normally take into account. 

he sighs audibly against taehyun’s lips, pulling away only when he really couldn’t go much longer without breathing. “i promise i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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it’s quiet. that kind of overwhelming quiet that’s deafening, thick, a wall that makes you feel like you’re drowning in it. taehyun never expected tonight to be easy. he’s still trying to worm his way back into his father’s good graces for some fucking reason and of course he had to go and open his big, dumb mouth and ruin it all. had to talk back in a way that has become second nature to him. a way taehyun from years past would have never thought he’d have the guts to do. 

the garage is so far from everyone and the few stars he can magically see from the side are twinkling in the distance and all he wants to do is reach as far up as he can to grab one and put it in his pocket for safe keeping. if he let himself think about it for long enough, he’ll think up some metaphor about how like a star he is: burning too bright and just out of reach and only to able to really be seen when all the noise and fog and clouds clear up just enough. but he doesn’t let himself think about it right now. now, he just looks. lets himself get swallowed up by the silence that’s ringing in his ears and think only of the cigarette that’s burning down to a nub in between his knuckles and the drink leaving condensation marks on the concrete ground. 

he’s ignoring his responsibilities, he knows he is. knows that the second he goes back to that godforsaken party that he’ll get drawn in to yet another conversation he doesn’t want to have. pulled aside by his mother, asking him to apologize for speaking out of turn. confronted by yet another person he hasn’t seen in years who doesn’t understand who this taehyun is and why he’s so goddamn angry all the time. taehyun isn’t ready for those conversations. all he wants right now is to bask in the peaceful silence that surrounds him. 

hong haseok, of course, had to go and ruin that.

taehyun sighs, scrubbing his hand across his face, wonders when he got to a point in his night that seeing haseok would be a burden more than a gift. he flicks the butt away, adding it to his growing pile before pulling out another from his pack. he smiles up at haseok, a cheesy grin that they both know is nowhere near real before steeling his face back again. “ahh, so that’s where i left it.” taehyun pats at the end of the cigarette, watching as ash trickles down slowly to the ground before picking up his drink and sipping at the watered down concoction. “did you bring it all the way here for me, honey?”

he’s being condescending to the wrong person. taehyun knows there’s only so much push he can give to haseok without being left with nothing to pull back, knows that the other man can only take so much from him without giving up and going back to whatever was easier than everything they had going on. taehyun pulls his knee up, bumps it against haseok’s leg where it will reach before turning to try and give him a more real smile. it’s not much, just a slight upturn of his lips, but it’s better than nothing. “a while, i guess.” his pile of cigarette butts would be a better measure of time than his watch would be. 

they dance around each other more than tae would like. hidden stares and soft touches where no one can see, wrapped up around each other in the security of a dark room under a pile of blankets. they’re both too chicken to do anything about it, too scared to change whatever they have going on. why rock the boat when it’s floating by perfectly fine? even if it pulls at his heart just to see the other man and know he can’t do anything to have him. “were you worried about me, haseok?” taehyun asks, a little too smug and a lot too expectant of the answer.

it’s not that everything always has to be about haseok, but — it is true that everything has to revolve around haseok. between himself and taehyun, at least. “what are you sighing for?” he asks in a way that he means to sound only mildly accusatory, because even if taehyun is clearly stressed and distancing himself from others, haseok won’t have it. when he wants taehyun, that’s what he’s going to get, no questions asked. the word burden doesn’t exist in the hong son’s vocabulary even if that is what he is clearly being right now.

he’s visibly frowning at the growing pile of cigarettes that taehyun is accumulating, wants to make a comment about how unsexy it is of him to be smoking so many cigarettes alone. it’s not haseok’s favorite taste whenever he kisses taehyun after he’s been chain smoking, but the unspoken fact that haseok makes exceptions for the eldest kang leaves room for excuses. haseok looks down at taehyun with an expression equally stoic, unamused and unbothered by the pet name coming from lips that clearly care more for nicotine than they do for his own. “i didn’t say that was yours,” his whiny tone returns as he reaches to snatch the dripping, watered glass from taehyun’s hand. 

it’s all an act to get his attention. haseok doesn’t give a shit about his drink or if taehyun smokes two hundred cigarettes; he wants him to look at him like he’s the last remaining human being on earth, like haseok’s last breath will dictate how much oxygen taehyun has left. he doesn’t smile even when taehyun tries, because he’s immature and functions only of his own agenda that everybody else should follow, too.

he lets out an exasperated huff of air when their legs and knees collide, audibly dissatisfied but physically rooted to the spot next to him. he wants to tell taehyun he wasn’t worried about him, that’s bullshit. why would he be worried? what is there to worry about between the two of them? nothing about haseok indicated he was worried — more so that he was pining for what he wouldn’t admit to wanting the most.

“no,” he retorts far too quickly. if haseok was a criminal, he’d be far too inconspicuous about his crime of missing the male beside him. it’s all one big unspoken yes, but don’t bring fucking attention to this or i’ll ignore you for the next week just like how you abandoned your phone at this party and made me come looking for you. his body language speaks volumes, leaning closer to the man even if he reeks of smoke. just another minor detail haseok is willing to forgo. “there’s nothing going on upstairs — i called my chauffeur to come get me.” code for: you weren’t around so i lost interest in talking to everybody else. he meets taehyun’s gaze and holds it. 

“i’m guessing you don’t want a ride, do you?” speaking in code again: do you want to come home with me?

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haseok could’ve sworn he’d just been here five minutes ago. wasn’t he?

“wasn’t i jus — fuck, oh my god.”

the bathroom is spinning; those whiskey nips he’d downed in the limousine here were finally catching up to him like some sort of sick joke. it wasn’t uncharacteristic for him to pre-game before an event as pointless as this one, especially when he’d known there’d be an unlimited bar beforehand. what wasn’t characteristic of the president’s son was just the sheer amount he’d managed to consume in the past two hours and not have anybody bother to notice or care. then again, who actually did give two shits about the son of the country who had no say of anything and no real power, anyway?

it gave him leeway to do what the fuck he wanted without too many serious repercussions (so long as no tabloids caught wind of it). however, unlike the tabloids, min jaehoon was a far more unpredictable source of knowledge about hong haseok than probably anybody else here — and not just because he’s currently the sole witness to haseok’s drunk vomiting in the first floor restroomm away from any potential family friends that would be forced to bear witness to the twenty-seven year old’s boisterous dry heaving.

haseok’s brain can process two thoughts currently: one, he’s made it to a toilet in time to vomit his fucking brains out. two, jaehoon is outside the open stall door, scrolling through tiktok on his phone at full goddamn volume. 

“could you fucking,” haseok manages to breathe out once his body has finally rid itself of the horrible concoction now being flushed. he feels a hundred pounds lighter and the dizziness and hazy vision from the alcohol was slowly fading. with a roll of paper, haseok wipes his mouth and deposits it with one last flush before shoving the other male out of his way to the sink. “is this it? is this how you live your life — fuckin’ sittin’ there on your damn mobile while your mate is kneeled over a toilet?”

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the evening just felt too loud. blisteringly obnoxious. overindulging. empty.

at first, haseok couldn’t place the emptiness. he’d seen every face he would expect to find attending an event like this, the same couple hundred of people he’d grown so accustom to putting names to faces of plastic surgery and the likes of luxury; haseok could name every person in the room and still not feel a thing. his montage of alcohol even combined with his self-excused moments of vomiting in the bathroom from borderline alcohol poisoning still couldn’t mask the undiagnosable tension he felt in his chest. it’s root? seemingly nothing, haseok figures, even when taehyun isn’t answering his texts nor even opening them. 

haseok feels the taste of copper in his mouth each time another blue bubble has to appear on his end. it’s something he doesn’t like to do with anybody, especially taehyun, who was the last person he ever resorted to triple texting under any circumstances — but tonight felt different. maybe it was the alcohol thinking for him, inebriating his judgment to think that sending the male a handful of texts would get him to response faster. even by the end of the catered five-course meal, his plate of dessert had been left untouched and his napkin abandoned half crinkled on his seat. 

fuck it, he thinks, deciding for himself that he’d be leaving the event in the most haseok of fashion; no words spoken to anybody, not even his parents, not even a white lie to tell them he’d be coming back. no, it was quite literally haseok turning from the unlimited bar and leaving without his whiskey on the rocks to take the elevator down to meet his limousine chauffeur. he’s greeted with a ribbon of bows from the building staff to bid him farewell as he shoved past the parking garage doors.

he stops dead in his tracks at the figure he’d just briefly caught the eye of, leaning aloofly against a guard rail facing him. “you fuck,” haseok’s eyes are wide as he points a weak, accusing finger at taehyun’s figure. go figures: smoking a cigarette in the parking garage. taehyun was simple, but haseok always loved to make him complex in his own inner workings. 

he throws his hand down to his side, mentally stomping his foot like a whiny little boy who’d been rejected on the playground. “you asshole. i was texting you, calling you — who leaves their phone next to the salad table?” it’s then that haseok finally puts down his finger, already tired of nagging taehyun when he’s not even sober and was drained from the mental energy of even finding the man.

haseok finds his spot next to taehyun on the guard rail, just enough space for him to sit beside him but intimate enough for their shoulders to graze one another. even wearing a winter coat, taehyun smelled strongly of cigarette smoke. “how long have you been down here?”

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hi i’m being a copycat and stealing everyone else’s timestamp format for the event!!! it’s early so i kinda just threw some things together that are not necessarily super well thought out but maybe a starting point for plotting?? anyways just expect haseok to never be around when you need him at the event and just disappearing and reappearing out of nowhere 👻 if anything listed is something you’d be interested in plotting out, pls leave a comment with the timestamp you want so i can hit you up abt it!! tysm <3

RANDOM EVENT TIDBITS:

he knows it’s not necessarily a formal event but he still dressed like it was because he didn’t want to be the underdressed one

gonna be spending the majority of dinner just sitting in the corner on his phone until he’s basically forced to interact (cue for everyone to come bother him and not leave him alone)

5:52pm — haseok pulls up in a white limousine, early because he wants to look punctual and like he takes these events seriously and because he has a reputation to uphold for the yangs; he’s come separately from his parents so he could pregame for the ride over. (a) you ride over with haseok, getting shit faced even before you arrive

6:10—7:09pm — doing his usual golden child rounds, greeting every familiar face with a cordial smile and teeth pulling small talk. he musters his way through it thanks only to the two glasses of champagne he downs far too quickly. / (a) he hasn’t seen you in awhile and y’all aren’t on good terms, but your parents/family are with you so you’re forced to be nice to each other. (b) idk maybe y’all have like a new thing going on between each other and keep making eye contact from across the room but don’t act on it

7:10pm — steps outside to vape during the yang’s self-welcome speech because he literally doesn’t give a shit about them, only comes back in when there’s applause and he sees servers bringing food to his family’s table. / (a) you see haseok go outside so you follow him to see why he’s leaving during their speech of all things (b) idk bring more shots outside to come talk shit about how dumb this event is and how entitled the yangs are with haseok until the speech is over

8pm + onwards —

(a) did anyone bring any recreational drugs to do on the rooftop??? (b) in the recreation room talking shit about you perhaps and when you try to tell him to stop he prob shuts you down in front of everyone lmao (c) idk probably in the vvip rooms with you because he’s not gonna be sloppy in PUBLIC 🤮🤮 (d) literally open to whatever other shit u wanna get our muses in!!!!!!!!!!

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[eric andre vc] and WE’RE BACK hey everyone omg i’m miya & you may recognize me and this piece of shit from charmed!! :’) haseok has only changed somewhat; he’s the son of the f*ckin president of the country, is 27, last name is hong and now does day trading aka the kid buys tesla call options on robinhood all day!!! i’ll still include a tl;dr under the cut for all his basic info but anyways i am HYPED to be here and have him again so tysm rhi admins for helping give haseok life once more ♡ feel free to like this post if you’d like to plot! i prefer discord for msging so if you’d like to add me there as well, u can @ miya#8158 !!!

                                                       ( FULL BIO / STATS ) — hong haseok (listen i hate the double h as well but we’re gonna have to live with it ok), 27 (where all my 94liners at???), stupid dumb virgo, doesn’t want to talk astrology with u because he’s not fun and will tell u to shut up — born in london, sorta grew up there until high school and moved back to attend saebom high school (grad. 2012), double majored in finance & economics from hanbit university (2016) / not able to run for any sort of govt position because he technically doesn’t hold korean citizenship 🤷🏻 — TW: BULLYING he probably bullied u in hs :’(  — hobbies include playing football (he’ll literally hate u forever if u call it soccer to his face), getting his shoes shined, being forced to go to church by his parents on sunday mornings when he’s hungover af, throwing good ass parties but half the time nobody can ever find where he is — was raised quite religious but that’s his struggle bc he 🤫 refuses to accept he likes men and tries to be the most str8 passing person to ever exist — may or may not secretly L word @taekangs but you’ll have to stay tuned to find out ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 — is pretty dysfunctional with any members of his family and because of his upbringing he struggles to see himself as either the golden child or the black sheep of the family — also gonna put another TW: HOMOPHOBIA here and just get it out of the way he is also a gay hater (bc he’s in actual denial) and i apologize in advance for his behavior...... i know this is a touchy subject so please don’t ever hesitate to lmk if anything is ever too much and i’ll tone him down!!! sorry he’s rly such a problematic asshole but ofc his thoughts and opinions do not reflect my own!!! — ps it’s canon that he has a fat ass so don’t forget it thank u — i feel like i’m forgetting 3458973584 things so in case i am that’s why u should come plot with me :’) thanks for reading this far if u did, ily<3

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jinyoung in a white tee

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Mahmoud Darwish, Willow Tree

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Tired by Mina Arndt, 1908