seventeen oneshots

in the silence of your secrets (soonwoo)

LINK:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12317046

Summary:

"I don't like when you get sick, so don't force yourself to be here if you're not feeling well yet. I prefer missing you another day rather than seeing you sick or in pain." Wonwoo just hummed in reply and Soonyoung continued his ministrations. "I love you, Won-ah, don't get sick."

"Okay," Wonwoo promised, groggily, making Soonyoung smile with ultimate fondness.

Back then he still didn't know how deep that love was. He didn't know the reason why he loved Wonwoo the best wasn't because they were best friends. He just assumed it was normal to love your best friend and think he was the best, feel a hole in your chest when he wasn't around, projecting your life always including him as an important part of it. That wasn't special or different, it was just how you loved a best friend.

or, Soonyoung realises he is in love with Wonwoo, and its unrequitedness threatens his life.

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The deepest secrets are the most dangerous type. They promise destruction when they are out, a revolution and change in everything, a domino effect that will wrack everything you know and leave you standing on just ashes of what you once knew.

But, if you keep those type of secrets, they can kill you. In the most beautiful way, with a wide range of colours like a rainbow, as majestic and impossible, but as deadly as the sharpest knife.

That kind of secret is love. Unrequited love. And Known Soonyoung knows about that better than anyone.

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He was a young naive kid, barely a teenager when he met Jeon Wonwoo, and his world changed. He met a best friend, someone so different yet impossibly capable of understanding and accepting Soonyoung. As much as he gave to Wonwoo, freely, out of the depths of his heart, his friend reciprocated with the same fondness. Two young kids becoming best friends as they struggled to achieve their dream, to stand on that stage and let the world sing along to their feelings and thoughts.

At first, Soonyoung was oblivious to his own feelings. He knew he loved Wonwoo but he never really thought about it, never questioned the nature of that love. For his young self, cuddling Wonwoo, leaning on Wonwoo every chance he got, needing Wonwoo when he was sad, missing Wonwoo the most when he was away, worrying about Wonwoo every day, getting jealous of others getting too close to Wonwoo... all that was normal, it was how best friends were supposed to feel.

("Are you feeling better?" Soonyoung asked one day, after Wonwoo had been absent for two days in a row for catching a bad cold that left him bedridden and away from everyone else to avoid them catching the virus as well.

"Yes. I'm still a bit tired and more sloppy, but I don't have a fever and I can join the lessons and practice," Wonwoo answered with a sleepy smile, droopy eyes and rounded shoulders, the clear picture of exhaustion.

"You still look sick, though." Soonyoung felt his own heart twisting in worry, wanting to take him back to his room even if that meant not seeing him another day, missing him another day. "Come with me," he urged. "There's still some time before we start."

Comfortably, Soonyoung grabbed his friend's wrist, his fingers easily looping around the thin and bony wrist, as he led them to a corner where he made Wonwoo sit and then he did the same, by his side.

Wonwoo looked at him with a curious expression, but Soonyoung didn't mind as he patted his lap with an expectant look.

"What are you waiting for? Lay down, get some more rest before the lesson," he explained and watched how fondness tugged the corners of Wonwoo's lips upwards in a small smile, but as beautiful as always.