i want the k. i guess. no homo though
SPIN THE WHEEL: #19. forceful kiss
canât you go exist somewhere else? ( @acapcyâ )Â
there is absolutely no justifiable reason for the intensity of jeonghanâs hatred dislike for pork chonyal park chanyeol. itâs one thing to tolerate the presence of this tall-ass motherfucker in the same living space, but itâs another to be in the same area of the house.
the living room is supposed to be his the entire day, the rest of the share house presumably dicking around somewhere else. including chanyeol who, according to baekhyun, is the human embodiment of the student athlete meme. the couch feels extra crowded with chanyeol quietly innocently sitting at the other hand as opposed to when the other housemates do. jeonghan canât nap in a room full of negative energy.
(given, the negative energy actually comes from him, not chanyeol, and also he can just nap in his own room. but thatâs beside the point.)
his passive-aggressive nature toward the other male has - or so jeonghan thinks - definitely go unnoticed by the rest of the household, which is more than fine because jeonghan doesnât want questions he doesnât have the answer to. is it jealousy? probably. why? no fucking clue. but a certain housemate making googly eyes at the giant elf makes jeonghanâs stomach twist.
(itâs the lack of validation given his way; or the lack of validation heâs initially used to. the fear of abandonment. the fear of being replaced. irrational, albeit paranoia-inducing, human fears.)
âcanât you go exist somewhere else?â
jeonghan says this so casually, almost apathetic even if inside thereâs a growing urge to knock him the fuck out. an arm is draped over his eyes to block out the light and chanyeolâs face. when the presence remains unmoving and uncaring of jeonghanâs subtle advances of driving him away, he lifts his arm to stare at the other male in unreasonable contempt.
jeonghan runs his tongue along his bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it. fingers curl into fists in a repetitive manner, pupils shaking as he stares at someone who doesnât even spare him a single glance. is that the actual reason for his unjustifiable growing rage? he shoots up from his position, scrambling over to the other end of the couch. an obvious scowl takes place on usually soft features. the hands on his lap continue to squeeze themselves repeatedly, nails painfully digging into his palms in an attempt to hold himself back.
why do i want to punch him, though?
what is the reason exactly?
anger issues, previously regulated, gnaw at his insides. one swift move, and his knuckles could be hitting this fuckerâs jaw, and jeonghan could flee from the scene. jeonghan is a fucking liar - he could just say he didnât do it, but who would people believe? right, definitely not the person who ragequits after being awake for a mere second. the accusatory look chanyeolâs giving him - the sane voice in jeonghanâs head says the look is out of pure curiosity, but - makes jeonghan reach out, fingers clutching at the collar of the detestable treeâs shirt.
after a sharp intake of breath, jeonghan presses their lips together with a sudden force. fuck you, motherfucker. his lips move slowly against chanyeolâs, and a hand moves to cup the otherâs cheek to pull him closer. finally, satisfied, jeonghan nips at chanyeolâs bottom lip before pulling back. he lets go of chanyeolâs shirt, and gets up from the couch. that should placate his aggression for today. he starts walking back to his room, but not before looking back to glare at the other male.