When Hongbin comes stumbling in at 3 am, alcohol and cologne thick on his body, Taekwoon doesn't move. He's spent far too many nights waiting on the couch, a dozen more wandering the streets in search of a lost boyfriend, and maybe too few nights begging Hongbin to stay home; after a while, the pain numbs, disappearing with the hope, and he finds that the cold bed offers more comfort than a lost heart.
He stays awake the entire night, counts Hongbin's breaths and his slurred snores, until sunlight peeks through the curtains and Hongbin goes to shower. In twenty minutes, there'll be breakfast on the counter- scrambled eggs and french toast, just the way Taekwoon likes it- and Hongbin will offer it, along with morning sex, as a silent apology. And in one hour, just like always, Taekwoon will have forgiven him and wait for it to repeat again. Taekwoon reaches over to the empty side of the bed, hand curling around the warmth that quickly disappears. Nothing will ever change.
This is just wonderful anon! Just Taekwoon's hurt and pain and things not really ever changing because he'll forgive Hongbin again and again and yet and YET it's numbing and it builds up;;;; I really liked this!
He stays awake the entire night, counts Hongbin's breaths and his slurred snores, until sunlight peeks through the curtains and Hongbin goes to shower. In twenty minutes, there'll be breakfast on the counter- scrambled eggs and french toast, just the way Taekwoon likes it- and Hongbin will offer it, along with morning sex, as a silent apology. And in one hour, just like always, Taekwoon will have forgiven him and wait for it to repeat again. Taekwoon reaches over to the empty side of the bed, hand curling around the warmth that quickly disappears. Nothing will ever change.
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