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DANCING IN THE NIGHT SKY ; UNINTENTIONAL LOVE STORY - TAEJOON×WONYOUNG

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Dancing in the Night Sky;
taejoon × wonyoung
k-drama: unintentional love story
word count: 2,106
written: 17/05/23

“No matter how long I could try, my hands would never be capable of making something as beautiful as you.”

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this is me trying to uncrunch my crunchy writing - derustify it, if you will. i havent written in a year so. well. anyway!

this is just some soft, corny, sappy spiel. i might consider actually writing something short with plot eventually but we shall see (if you have any ideas feel free to share)

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With a sigh as grim as though he’s been tasked with carrying the weight of the world on his back, he nodded in surrender. Not an infinitesimal moment had passed before Wonyoung made a sound of glee and was pulling him out into the chilly air that was quick to prick at their exposed skin. 

“Woah, that’s fresh!” He exclaimed over the sound of pattering rain on the stony path, but his words were nothing if not content. Laughter soon bubbled up and out of him, joining the symphony of countless micro-splashes and swirling wind, an energy so powerful radiating from his figure twirling open-armed through forming puddles and droplets that it felt to be all engulfing. 

Briefly, Taejoon allowed himself to drink in the sight: the faint yellow from the workshop’s lamps blending with the cool blue of the cascading moonlight, pouring over the curves in Wonyoung’s body - lithe and dancing - not minding the clothes beginning to cling uncomfortably to his form, the water that matted waves of hair to his forehead and settled between his lashes like crystals, the breeze and rain and all of nature seemingly just as boisterous to have him exist and welcome them so eagerly. 

His heart felt to be an overstuffed pouch, bursting at the seams, barely capable of closing up, so full of the innumerable things he loved and adored about his husband, his sunshine during glum days and lighthouse during grim nights and - goodness, he adored every strand of hair on his body, every cell that made up his physical being.

And the next time he blinked Wonyoung was bounding towards him like an overzealous puppy, throwing himself up against Taejoon with a big laugh, their collision so forceful that it had the latter nearly losing his footing. Wonyoung’s sweet chuckles never halted, instead the arms he’d coiled around Taejoon’s shoulders secured themselves, his chin burrowed into the crook of the man’s neck. Instinctively Taejoon held him by the waist, dipping his head to catch a glimpse of Wonyoung’s face pressing against him to no avail.

Wonyoung’s firecracker energy had yet to dissipate completely and when they met sights again Taejoon could still see those sparks going off behind his irises. He scarcely minded the rain that had by then seeped into every crook of his body beneath his shirt, the breeze that would sporadically send a chill across his skin which contrasted so sweetly with the warmth Wonyoung offered. 

“I love you,” Wonyoung breathed, words just barely swimming to the surface of the noise around them, and Taejoon had been about to respond, a parroting of those three words seconds from leaving him, when they were absorbed by Wonyoung’s mouth, fervent and genuine. 

The rain had the marks of clay on their faces trickling along their skin in muddy beads, settling between their lips, but neither paid it any mind, there was no room for anything but one another. The surprise from the kiss simmered off and Taejoon pulled Wonyoung impossibly closer against his chest, a hand leaving the man’s waist to instead hold the side of his face. 

A faint hum was shared between them and Taejoon could feel Wonyoung smiling into the kiss, something that urged him to clutch him even tighter. Gosh, how precious and sweet could his husband be? 

He lapped at Wonyoung’s lips, slipped his tongue in before grabbing his bottom one between his teeth and gently tugging in an act which had the shorter give a muffled laugh. 

“Calm down,” He murmured playfully, bumping his nose with Taejoon’s, but the potter only released a weak grunt in response, adjusting his head so as to bite near-possessively at the damp expanse of neck Wonyoung had reactively given him access to. 

“Love you, Wonyoung,” A pause, a shuddered inhale, a sigh, “So much.”

And Wonyoung’s palms flattened over the broad planes of Taejoon’s back, soothingly rubbing up and down as though it would somehow ebb away any remnants of pain left within Taejoon’s heart - it did.

“Thank you,”

For loving me, for forgiving me, for staying by my side, for making me happy, for existing. 

“For everything.”