Wip Wednesday Document Graveyard

[fairytalenames]

 

Hello friends! In celebration/horror of it being very nearly a year since I started watching Boys Planet, I wanted to post a very special Wip Wednesday of all of the weird pre-debut shit I wrote this summer and cannot bring myself to finish. There are new things on my slate that I may or may not finish and while they definitely have common threads with these, there are just Issues with these now that I really can't be bothered to resolve lmao. Enjoy!

 

The concept with this one was posting two parallel fics at the same time, one from haobin's perspective another from mattwoong's. Set in the weird month before debut, both couples were trying to keep it a secret. There's a lot about both of these that I like but I just cannot get Gyuvin right for the role I want him in for this and thus I have not finished either. Idk I still like the haobin I might get back in there.

after last night | parallel haobin

 

The cold countertop of their dorm kitchen sticks to the bottom of Hao’s thighs. In any other situation he would never perch himself on the counter, but it’s 2 in the morning and Hanbin has him cornered, hands slowly making their way up beneath his shorts.

 

 

 

“Oh so you’re taking the wheel?” Hao teases, hands making their way up into Hanbin’s hair.

 

“Can I?” The look on his face is so earnest Hao might erupt into flames then and there.

 

He pretends to ponder it over. It’s a fun game they play, deciding who’s in control. More often than not Hanbin immediately relinquishes it to him. He’s so disciplined as a leader, but that all melts away when it’s just them making out at 2 am in the kitchen.

 

“Hmmm. I guess so—” and before he can finish Hanbin’s mouth is on his throat.

 

Hao laughs, probably louder than he should.

 

“We’re debuting in the summer, Hanbinnie,” his breath hitches, “I can’t wear a turtleneck to hide where you mark me.”

 

“I’ll just have to kiss you somewhere else then.” Hanbin whispers back, their lips nearly meeting before pressing wet on Hao’s ear lobe.

 

He’s laughing again, Hanbin makes it easy. He’s eager and in love and it’s easy. Sure, they’re keeping it a secret, but that’s easy too. Everyone’s just gotten so desensitized to their yearning gazes and delicate touches that they don’t even think twice about it now. Hanbin’s mouth trails back to his neck.

 

Easy to kiss, easy to love.

 

Easy is the last thing on Hao’s mind when he’s suddenly making eye contact with Gyuvin of all people, probably coming to the kitchen to get a fucking bottle of water or something. This is not the plan, this is not letting all of the kids know all together in a couple weeks.

 

This is Gyuvin walking in on them making out.

 

They stare at each other for what easily feels like an hour—until Gyuvin’s body catches up with him, falling to the floor with a clatter. The noise triggers flight in Hanbin, back towards Gyuvin, detaching himself from Hao’s neck and ducking behind the kitchen island. His eyes are wide, a little terrified.

 

And in the three seconds Hao was focused on Hanbin, Gyuvin was gone, not-so-quietly crawling back down the hallway.

 

“What are you doing?!” Hao asks in a sharp whisper. If it was to anyone else it would have been a hiss. The slam of Gyuvin’s door down the hall echoes after him.

 

“Who was it?” Hanbin ignores his question. His ears and bright red and jaw slack.

 

“Gyuvin.” Hao leaps off the counter, slippers squeaking as he makes his way over to Hanbin.

Of course it was Gyuvin. He kneels on the cold tile in front of him, placing his hands on Hanbin’s knees, rubbing little circles into the skin.

 

“Do you think he saw me? Do you think he knew it was me?” He’s worried in all the ways he has been for months.

We’re a lot alike aren’t we?

 

But they were different, and living together properly in the dorms exemplified that. Hao wasn’t out per se, but he certainly wasn’t trying to closet himself the way Hanbin has.

 

It’s so scary deciding how you want everyone to see you. To know you.

 

“Hanbin, baby, who else would he think it is?” Hao brushes Hanbin’s bangs delicately back with his pointer finger. The refrigerator buzzes loud beside them.

 

Something in Hanbin snaps back into place, his eyes refocusing on Hao’s. This wasn’t going to end in tears. Hao could see him formulating a plan already.

 

“We’ll talk to him tomorrow. In the morning before everyone else is up.”

 

Hao nods in agreement, it was an easy fix, it’s Gyuvin.

 

“It’s Gyuvin.” He settles on saying out loud before pecking Hanbin on the lips.

 

“It's uh—it's not just Gyuvin.”

 

“oh?”

 

“I told Matthew.”

 

“oh”

 

“How long has he known?”

 

“Since Say My Name, I felt weird not telling him after everything.”

 

“So you're saying Matthew’s known for nearly four months. And you've been asking me to keep it a secret.”

 

“Hyung—”

 

“Hanbin, the only person I've told is my mother. I haven't even told Kuanjui. Because you asked me to.”

 

“I know. I'm sorry.”

and the Untitled Mattwoong counterpart that I hardly touched lmao

Gyuvin, who has only been legal for six months, does not drink well. 

“Matthew hyung, you’re close with Hanbin hyung. Jiwoong hyung, you’ve kissed men.” 

“Professionally and otherwise.” 

--

“What do you think about what gyuvin said?”

“About wrecking the group? I don’t know. I really didn’t realize that Gyuvin was that worried about Hanbin hyung and Hao. it's different for them though.”

“how's it different?”

“you know, they're in love and all that”

“oh?”

“Yeah, and we're just having fun.”

“Right. Yeah. Just having fun.”

“how do you know?”

“know what?”

“that they're in love”

“hanbin told me.”  “and he acts different”

“He acts like a child. He never acted like this with the guys he messed around with while we were at cube.”

here's the mattwoong that I got so fucking close to finishing and then nearly turned into something for dry handjob with eyecontact fest but then got too busy and now it lives in my docs rotting,

His emotions always bubble right up to where Jiwoong can see them. Maybe it’s just him who’s paying attention. 

—

Matthew had gotten id’ed at the club. The bouncer made some weird comment about it being red, a “foreign card”, and Matthew had to point out his birth year on it. 

Matthew had gotten id’ed and Jiwoong hadn't. 

Most of the night was them in a dark booth, Matthew repeating all of the Korean drinking customs he had undoubtedly learned from Hanbin. 

“You don’t have to do that Matthew-ya” Jiwoong argues as Matthew turns his head to take a shot of soju.

“I want to!” He’s so earnest. Like a lovesick puppy, practically jumping to impress Jiwoong. They’re friends. Or something that neither of them has put a finger on yet. Jiwoong doesn’t want to push it, he’s happy just enjoying the tension of what may or may not be. But Matthew doesn’t seem like he’s there yet. It’s like he’s still stuck in the decision phase, carefully toeing lines that don’t really exist with Jiwoong. 

Jiwoong has basically decided his plan of action. He would invite Matthew out and lean into whatever this was and let Matthew call the shots. 

The problem was he liked him. He liked him a lot. Letting Matthew take the lead was the best call for Matthew, but it just left Jiwoong feeling powerless. Leaving it up to Matthew means neither of them gets hurt, not really. 

But it was fine. He’s been through worse. He would invite Matthew to his apartment afterwards and see how it played out from there. 

At some point—Jiwoong doesn't remember when or how—Matthew ends up on the same side of the booth as him, drunkenly laughing into his shoulder, all smiles. And all Jiwoong wants to do is make him keep smiling, keep laughing. 

—

“Hyung, I'm not a twink” Matthew whines, turning to face Jiwoong from his spot sitting on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. His head lolls on the cushion, looking mortally wounded. It’s cute. 

Everything Matthew does is cute. It’s horrible.

“I thought you knew!” Jiwoong’s voice lilts in a way he knows is charming. 

“Why would I know I’m a twink?” Matthew seems genuinely dismayed. His emotions always bubble right up to where Jiwoong can see them. Maybe it’s just him who’s paying attention. 

“Because you’re reacting like this to being called a twink.” Jiwoong laughs. This is more fun than he thought it was going to be.

“So I’m a twink because I have emotions?” Matthew’s playing along now, twisted around entirely to lean on the seat of the sofa and stare at Jiwoong.

“No you're a twink because I can read them.” All of a sudden he’s overly conscious of his body and the words he’s saying and the energy between them. Some invisible line between them is crossed and the tension in the air changes. Matthew can feel it too, Jiwoong can tell by the parting of his lips and the way he pulls himself up onto the couch beside Jiwoong. 

“I'm not a twink though. Zhang Hao and Hanbin are twinks, I'm just…” Matthew pauses, and it’s almost as if it’s his first time thinking about it in a concrete way. 

“Just what?” Jiwoong prods. It’s what he does best. 

“Bisexual, I don't know…” 

“Bisexuals who speak english definitely fit on the twink spectrum, Matthew.” Jiwoong says with a cheshire smile. 

“Then what about you! If I'm a twink then what are you?” Matthew laughs. 

“Oh, I don't really go by labels” It’s an easy tease, and Matthew responds immediately by practically climbing into his lap.  

“You’re riling me up on purpose.” Matthew says, lips parting, seconds away from pouting or something worse.

“No.” 

“Maybe”

 “You’re cute when you’re riled up.”

KISS Matthew initiates, sits in his lap, overeager & enthusiastic, can feel his smile in the kiss

Matthew is less mailable under his hands than Jiwoong expected, muscles sturdy and built, sitting in his lap. 

“I’m sorry I made you have an identity crisis for the bit.” 

Jiwoong pushes/flips Matthew onto his back, passionately kiss, starts kissing Matt’s neck and Matt gets chatty, takes off his shirt

“I've been waiting for you to make a move and then you started acting like a weirdo, hyung!”

“I’m acting incredibly normal!”

“A sulky weirdo.” 

Jiwoong fingers Matt, Matt shuts up, Matt pulls back & needs a minute.

“are you okay?”

“i'm fine, i just need a minute”

“it's okay if you don't want to,

“no hyung, i've had sex before it's just…”

“you've never bottomed before”

“no and you're older and more experienced and every time i think about it for more than 5 seconds it feels like my head’s gonna explode”

“i won't de-flower you if you don't want me to, Matthew”

“hyung, you are so fucking cringey” 

“if it's any consolation you're good at this” 

Jiwoong gives Matt a blow job, they go to bed together, it’s very Sweet.

“Where are you going?”

 

“I can't sleep in my contacts, hyung. I'm coming back.”

--

and that's about it! I have like five pages of notes going for my non-linear timeloop-esque bullshit and a silly little doc for it too. who knows if I'll publish any of it, but at least I had fun writing it!