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wongyuuu · 7 months

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breaking point | yjh

pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader genre: angst word count: 1.5k a/n: something to celebrate jeonghan's birthday, who even writes angst as birthday present?

this is part of my series, seventeen as songs from lover (ts)

Jeonghan ➝ AfterglowThis ultraviolet morning light below Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh ↳ Jeonghan was never one to lose his patience with people, least of all you. But one day a fight gets out of control and it leaves you wondering if your relationship has come to an end.

The sound of the door closing still echoed through your mind. It had been hours since Jeonghan left but you were still sitting in the same spot, eyes locked on the door as if he was going to burst through at any second.

You knew that he wasn't. At that moment you didn’t even know if you'd ever see Jeonghan again. He was so angry when he left, rightfully so.

All of your fights had been rational ones, both of you would calm down for a little a while before talking again. The screaming matches weren't something either of you were into but your fights had never gotten that big before. Not even once.

It seemed as if the one thing you had always been afraid of finally came to light.

You and Jeonghan weren't well matched, you were too different. From the way you were raised to the way you saw the world.

Jeonghan had an almost romantic view of everything around him. While he was one to play an infinite amount of pranks on his friends, he was never overly mean about it – if he was mean at all –, and those pranks only happened because he wanted to win whichever game they were playing. To him, because he wasn't someone who would intentionally hurt anyone, it was hard to understand why someone would. And while you thought that was beautiful, that trace of naivety, you also saw it as infuriating.

So when a coworker went over him, and claimed Jeonghan's project as his own, you couldn't hold back the petty I told you he would do that to you. Because you had in fact talked to Jeonghan so many times about it. However, Jeonghan didn't seem to see it, at all.

"I don't think we should be having this conversation right now" he sighed, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

He was tired and stressed, the last thing he needed was to hear those words from you. Especially when all he wanted the entire day was to get to you, rest his head over your thighs while you played with his hair.

But you didn't seem to see it or you didn't care, he wasn't too sure.

"This is the exact moment we should be having this conversation because when morning comes you'll just forget about this feeling and you'll let him or any other idiot out there do the same thing to you again"

Jeonghan couldn't help the distressed groan that left him. He hated how the whole situation sounded like a joke coming from your lips, how you had this little spark in your eyes — as if you were enjoying his misery.

"You can't possibly be angry at me," you said "I told you again and again that he was an asshole, that he would screw you over the second he got the chance. Like always, you didn't listen. The world isn't this great place, Jeonghan. Your friends are awesome but the world is actually really shitty and, apparently, you're the only that doesn't fucking see it"

He shook his head at you and stood up. Jeonghan pushed his feet inside his shoes and opened the other.

"You're leaving?"

"You know, the most rational part of my brain told me not to come here today" he scoffed, voice slightly rising "Because I knew you'd pull this shit and this was the last thing I needed"

You stood up but didn't dare to move an inch closer to him.

"I didn't do anything!"

"I wanted to be comforted!" he all but screamed "I had an awful day and all I wanted, all I needed, was for you to tell me that everything was going to be okay, that maybe I could talk with my boss and show him that it was actually me who did all the work. But you decided that what I needed was to remember feeling like shit"

All of your neighbors could probably hear the fighting. Jeonghan held the door open, chest heaving in evident distress.

"Please let me know when you find my girlfriend, because whoever this is" he waved his hand in your direction "isn't her"

He slammed the door shut behind him, hard enough that you felt the windows shake.

It had been over three hours since Jeonghan left and the only difference was that you sat back down. You couldn't move or anything else.

While you were talking with him, you knew that you were pushing him too far, saying more than you should. It wasn't the time, everything was wrong. Yet, you couldn't stop the words from coming out.

You knew that you were projecting. That there was no real reason for you to be acting that way, Jeonghan did nothing and was right, all he needed was comfort. And maybe it was your own insecurities talking, your shit month at work, how although you told him otherwise you always behaved just like him and your coworkers were throwing their work at you and did nothing about it. The you acted with Jeonghan was the way you should have reacted at your own job but the words simply died on your lips whenever they were around.

You grabbed your phone from the couch, it was almost two in the morning. You knew Jeonghan was probably home by then but still, you wanted to make sure. Touching your phone a few times, you called Seungkwan.

"Is he home yet?" you asked as soon as the line connected.

"Hello to you too" you could picture Seungkwan rolling his eyes “and yes, he’s home”

Silence followed. You didn’t have anything else to say and you knew Seungkwan was probably a little angry at you. His voice had a little edge to it. You knew Jeonghan, he probably didn’t say anything to his roommate, but it was written all over his face that you had gotten into a fight.

“Should I leave the door unlocked?” Seungkwan asked with a sigh.

Finally, your eyes filled with tears and you let out a sob. The tears refused to fall since Jeonghan left. The tightness in your throat was so unbearable that it was a wonder you managed to say those four words tho Seungkwan.

“Don’t cry, fix it” he said before ending the call.

On your way to Jeonghan’s place, your mind was racing. The darkest part of your brain took over and made you believe that your relationship had come to an end, that the fight had been so bad that you had finally reached a point of no return. It took everything in you to not ask the driver to take you back home.

There was only one way you could ever find out if it was actually over.

Like he said, Seungkwan left the door unlocked and was kind enough to keep the lights on in the living room. Locking the door behind you, you used your phone as a guide to Jeonghan’s room at the end of the hallway.

You opened the door quietly, to not startle him or his roommate.

Jeonghan had his back turned to the door, body curled into a small ball. You got into bed behind him, legs adjusting to his and you wrapped your arm around his waist, forehead pressed to back.

Jeonghan’s body stiffened for a second and then relaxed once he realized it was you.

“I’m sorry,” you said before he could say anything “I don’t know why I said those things, why I didn’t just hug you and say that it was going to be okay, that we could find a way to fix it”

Jeonghan turned on the bed, now facing you. The room was so dark you could barely make out the shape of his body, even after your eyes had gotten used to the lack of light.

“I need you to understand limits, yn. Sometimes you just keep pushing and pushing, and you don’t notice when the other person is at their limit”

His voice was low, a mixture of sleep and resentment.

“And I end up hurting the people I love the most,” you said quietly, you ran your hand up from his chest to his neck. It wasn’t sexual in any way, you just needed to feel him as much as possible, needed him to understand that you meant every word that you said “I’m really sorry. I don’t want to give you excuses, I just want to apologize. I don’t want to hurt you, ever. All I want to do is to love you, show you all the bright and beautiful places in the world. Always. Forever”

Jeonghan held your face and kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips. He tucked your head on the crock of his neck and for a second it was so easy to lose yourself in him.

“Sleep now, love. We can talk more in the morning”

He hugged you tightly and that was enough to give you hope that maybe there was still some part of your relationship that could be saved.

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cthulhuwritesstuff · 7 months

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Needed some poetic nonsense out of my system, so here’s my blood, flowery as you please.

Short scene: Sanji’s and Zoro’s reunion in Wano.

Minotaur

Even the sunlight pales before the golden strands of his hair. As though the stars themselves perished to become a part of him. Not a drop within the ocean can measure the depths of those azure eyes when they turn upon him. When he fixes him with his gaze, it swallows him whole, leaving naught but the prayer to drown in the seas he finds there.

Zoro wants to ask what is the meaning of love— a trite and worn-out word, a cliche that rings off people’s mouths all to easily — but he is terrified that he won’t find enough in the dictionaries of the world to sate him.

It is suffocating yet liberating: shackles and wings, stones and raindrops, and he stares, like a fool with no punchline, at Sanji’s quiet form.

It is different, now that he knows what had plagued him this whole time in Sanji’s absence.

I was angry with you.

I missed you.

Where were you?

Yet he remains quiet, tips his bottle and makes an attempt to drown any pesky little feelings with alcohol stinging his throat just right.

He knows the truth, but that rarely helps the fleeting reason in the face of emotions surfacing and taking over. He knows- of course he does. He heard everything, but acceptance remains allusive.

You never even considered asking for help.

Infuriating. No matter how logical and understanding he is and tires to be, it is infuriating, and it hurts.

You left.

Sanji stands next to the stove, nonchalant, himself, full of wind and sunlight, his sleeves hanging loosely around his elbows, his hands busy. He hums into his chin, long pipe bobbing between the lips and he looks as if he was never ripped from Zoro’s vision. Like every corner of him is whole and untouched, each line smooth, yet still pulled taut like a string on a tortured violin played by cruel fingers.

There are no signs of pain on Sanji’s expression, no proof of any battles in his movements, and that is precisely what terrifies him.

I don’t even know you.

Indeed, it is bitter. That notion, that awakening. The verity sears beneath his skin, yet he refuses to yield, daring Sanji's flames to consume him completely. He can stand the fire. But the simmer remains bitter; is a bitterness surpassing any spirit the Grand Line may offer. He recognizes that, he knows he might fly too close to the Sun, and despite Sanji's magnificence, Zoro clings precariously to the unraveling thread of his own being.

Sanji—Ariadne—patient and enigmatic, constructs a labyrinth about himself, and Zoro desires—nay, craves—to lose himself within, to find what lay in the very center of Sun’s embrace.

Theseus—could that be his role? The hero who reaches the journey's end, only to find himself at the mercy of the beast. Hero... the word does not resonate, does not taste right. It does not feel right.

Heroes have paths, yet no plans. They have valor, but no desire.

Heroes would not crave the light for themselves, to drink it up and hope it consumes them. Heroes are not the ones who want, this maddeningly, to know what lays beneath Sanji’s pale skin, to count the heartbeats at their lips and pray for it all to last forever.

Heroes mend the broken, but there’s not a single part of Sanji that needs mending.

No. Zoro is no hero.

With the last swig of his bottle, he raises to his feet, holds his breath long enough to call it courage and lets gravity take over- Sanji being the center of it all. With slow steps, he leans in over the blond’s shoulder, seeking that warmth but not daring to ask for it, and just as Sanji starts to turn, before he looks at Zoro and renders him speechless, the swordsman utters a low yet determined plea,

“Come with me.”

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