Good Idea × [SoonSol]

It's Fine

Hansol still avoided Soonyoung.

Through out the hospital stay--Hansol got a gash on his fucking leg somehow, and according to Soonyoung it was because a car managed to hit him, what the actual fuck--he avoided eye contact with the older male, only nodding and shaking his head when Soonyoung asked him something.

Thankfully, Soonyoung didn't ask why he left. Twice.

"You've got to talk to him at some point." Wonwoo said when Soonyoung was gone. He had gone home to rest and shower maybe, and Wonwoo had come to watch over Hansol.

"No I don't." Hansol frowned.

Wonwoo sighed, rolled his eyes at how stubborn Hansol was.

"Can't you see that he likes you?"

Hansol choked, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I figured this out all on my own, okay? Seungkwan didn't say anything to me. It's painfully obvious that you both like each other, the others are oblivious idiots that's why they didn't notice." Hansol spluttered, sitting up with a wince.

"I--"

"You've got to talk to him at some point, Hansol. You can't avoid the situation forever." Wonwoo repeated firmly. Hansol sighed, knowing his friend was right.

"I just... It's hard to deal with." Wonwoo tilted his head as he watched Hansol play with his fingers.

"How?"

"What if my parents don't accept the fact that I like a man? How will people react to me holding his hand in public?"

"Did your parents every give you a reason to think that they wouldn't love you if you did?"

"No."

"Why do other people matter, too? As long as you're happy, nothing else really matters."

"Yeah, but... If he does like me, where do we go from there? Is it worth dating? What if it doesn't work out?"

"If it doesn't work out, it was not meant to be."

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"--ucking course you had to run, you stupid, stupid idiot." Hansol stared at the ceiling as he blabbered to himself, "You couldn't just tell him and moved out after he rejected you--no matter what everyone else says, you know, you fucking know, he doesn't like you."

Hansol threw his hands out in frustration.

But maybe it was best that he had moved out?

"... It was best. He didn't have to deal with me and he probably got over me already and he doesn't like me anymore--not that he ever did--and once I'm out of here, I won't see him again. Not until years later of course. When he's settled down and happy while I'm bitter and alone and still missing him."

Hansol sighed, covering his face with his hands. He took a deep breath and yelled into them.

"Kwon Soonyoung, you're going to be the death of me." Hansol rolled over to see Soonyoung standing at the door, "Oh, fuck!"

Soonyoung watched Hansol scramble backwards to the edge of the bed until he fell, "Oh, shit!"

"Oh my god. Sol, are you alright?!" Soonyoung scampered to Hansol's side, picking the smaller boy effortlessly before setting his down at the edge of the bed, "Is your leg alright?! Did you get hurt anywhere else?! Do I need to--"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Hansol spluttered, ignoring the throb of protest his wound gave, "The bigger thing to worry about is; how long were you standing there, listening to me talking to myself?!"

Soonyoung started blabbering, "That's not important! Are you sure you're okay?! We should really--"

"How long were you standing there?!"

"--ally hurt! What if--"

"Soonyoung!"

"--cut your leg off?!--"

"Kwon Soonyoung, if you don't shut up I swear I will--"

Soonyoung didn't stop talking, blabbering about Hansol's leg and health, how they should really really call a doctor to check on it in case the fall made the injury worse.

So, Hansol did something stupid.

He grabbed Soonyoung by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down until they were nose to nose.

Stupid.

They stared at each other until Hansol licked his dry, chapped lips--and Soonyoung didn't follow the movements with his eyes. He didn't--and spoke, "I'm fine." He gritted out. Again, his wound throbbed in protest.

Then he let go and it was like they could both breathe again.

Only when Hansol looked down did he notice Soonyoung's hands on his waist, "You should... You should let go." He said but didn't uncurl his hands off of Soonyoung's arms.

Soonyoung gripped his waist tighter, coming to stand closer to Hansol, standing between his legs, and wow when did that happen.

Hansol was in a hospital gown, Soonyoung being so close didn't do good things to him and why were they still in the same position?

The eldest didn't say anything and instead tried to catch Hansol's eyes.

"Why." It wasn't a question, it was a demand. Hansol swallowed thickly, clutching at the red leather jacket underneath his fingers.

"Let. Go." The brunette ground out.

"Tell me at least."

"Let go!" Hansol started squirming, so Soonyoung just gripped him even tighter and pulled him even closer.

"No! You owe me this, Hansol!"

"It doesn't matter! Let me go!"

"Just tell me!"

"No! Get out, get--"

"Tell me!"

"Just get away from me! Get off--"

"I deserve to know!"

Hansol pushed at Soonyoung's chest, hard. The blue haired man stumbled a step back, loosening his grip on Hansol.

"I think I'm in love with you, and I'm fucking scared, alright?!"

Silence settled over the room. It unnerved Hansol, so he kept on blabbering, "Maybe I just--maybe I can't be just friends with you. Maybe I don't want to be. I know you don't like me like that, no matter what Wonwoo says, and I can't. I can't take it. I couldn't take seeing you everyday and knowing that I like you like this, knowing you didn't know."

Soonyoung hadn't let go of Hansol, but neither of them noticed a thing.

"Maybe I love the way you dance randomly, maybe I love the way your eyes light up when you're happy and talking about the things you like to do, maybe I love the way you get into sing-offs with Seungkwan, maybe I love your voice and maybe I love the way you dye your hair all the time. Maybe I just..." Hansol was crying and hugging Soonyoung, "Maybe I'm scared, alright?"

They stayed in the same position for a long time--at least it felt like it to Hansol. Soonyoung didn't talk, he just hugged him back and that made Hansol even more nervous.

The younger man peeled away from Soonyoung, "Please leave, hyung."

Soonyoung laughed.

He laughed and laughed until he was wheezing.

"After all that? No, I'm not leaving anytime soon."