#wonhoon

Overall Relationship:

Rev. Five of Pentacles

Ace of Cups

✩ They have a very secure relationship that is built on empathy and understanding. They provide each other with hopeful insights (rev 5oP). A light at the end of the tunnel sort of thing. They aren't afraid to seek each other when they need that emotional assurance. Together, they are able to let go of their emotional baggage (AoC). To reach their own personal fulfillment, they acknowledge that by confiding in the other, they are able to reach their own personal goal.

✩ My own thoughts: literally so cute. My two cats .... What a beautiful friendship.

Woozi in Wonwoo's eyes:

rev. Judgement

Six of Swords as an elaboration card

✩ Wonwoo recognizes that Woozi is stuck in a cycle of regret and self-doubt (rev. Judgement). He thinks that Woozi deserves to escape the loneliness that he's trapped in by exploring different ways of life (6oS). I think he wants Woozi to adopt a less harsh way of thinking about himself.

✩ Wonwoo is very intuitive here. and emotional. The energy I'm picking up from these cards is one of concern and great emotion.

Wonwoo in Woozi's eyes

rev. Ten of Swords

Page of Swords

✩ Woozi thinks Wonwoo is smart,, but that smartness isn't always put to good use and he can make some unwise and naive decisions (Side Note: I'm getting the feeling that Wonwoo doesn't do this on purpose. He literally just doesn't know what the right thing to do is. The fact that PoS appears in this reading only confirms my thought).

✩ Woozi has also seen Wonwoo slowly becoming relieved of something that plagued his life. Wonwoo is in his healing stage right now (rev. 10oS) I think Woozi is making a critical connection between Wonwoo's naive nature, vast knowledge, and healing stage. I think Woozi recognizes Wonwoo is prone and vulnerable to many things that could take advantage of his newfound vulnerability.

“God,” Wonwoo collapses beside him, “I feel drained.”

Jihoon puts his phone away mid-text. “What did Minghao get you?”

“A luxury tea set. I think it’s more expensive than my entire wardrobe.”

Judging by the tone of Jihoon’s hum, he agrees. Wonwoo can tell apart his hums now. The mattress dips beneath them as Jihoon moves closer to him.

“Did Jeonghan hyung give out underwear again?”

“Yes,” Wonwoo snickers. “Is that his present to everyone this year?”

He suspects Jeonghan had made the mistake of allowing Junhui to talk him into online shopping again and ordered a dozen boxes instead of a single one. The last time, he bought masks. This time, underwear. The song is as old as time, really.

Jihoon shrugs. “My turn isn’t for another four months, but I suppose we’ll find out then. What about Seungcheol-hyung?”

“Cash,” answers Wonwoo. “Told me to spend it wisely.”

Of course, Wonwoo appreciates the gesture. He loves his job to death, but who knew being a research fellow in one of Seoul’s top research universities doesn’t pay as much as the prestige alludes? The cash is going to his emergency fund, and maybe he can set some aside for his holiday fund. It’d be nice to take Jihoon someplace quiet in December.

“Well.” Jihoon’s voice breaks his reverie. “Better that than secondhand shoes.”

“I’ve only worn them once,” they both mimic Seungcheol simultaneously.

They burst into synchronised laughter; the same song, one pitch apart. Wonwoo leans into him, an unconscious habit developed through muscle memory. Jihoon smells like his fabric softener and the strawberry shortcake he had for dessert.

“Here’s mine,” Jihoon says when he quiets down, pressing a small rectangular object to Wonwoo’s palm.

He looks down, then up again. “I hope this is at least 32GB.”

“Don’t be an ass. There’s a song in there, just listen to it.” Wonwoo straightens up only for Jihoon to tug him back down by the collar of his shirt. “Later, Jesus. When I’m not around.”

Typical. Wonwoo laughs and kisses him, taking his time as Jihoon incrementally relaxes underneath him. His hand goes from a fist to an open palm, sliding across Wonwoo’s nape. The touch is far from possessive, but Wonwoo knows he’s owned.

They part with a quiet sound. Jihoon’s lips are shiny and kissed-red. Wonwoo wants to study him from head to toe. “You can just say these things to my face, you know.”

“Not without stroking out, I can’t.”

“Thank you,” he rests their foreheads together. “I love it.”

“You haven’t even listened to the song.”

“I love it,” Wonwoo repeats, doubling the amount of conviction he lets drip into his tone. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He gasps, feigning offence. “How dare you yeah, yeah me on my birthday!”