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writetomyheart2015-11-14 08:35 pm
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[Team Four] Decompression
Everyone still loves Pacific Rim aus, right?
Luck is what got Kyungsoo into the Jaeger Academy.
Luck is the only reason he wasn’t booted out because of his authority issues and self-destructive, non-compliant behavior. He doesn’t even want to think about how thick his psyche folder must be, but he does know that his scheduled two visits a week didn’t do anything to break down his walls. He just got better at lying, but they know that.
None of Kyungsoo’s secrets are safe anymore, not when he had the unfortunate luck of being drift compatible with the academy golden child - Kim Joonmyun. Every time they connect, the shards of Kyungsoo’s nightmare worthy life mesh with the happy laughter and sunny scenes from Joonmyun’s past. They shouldn’t work, shouldn’t fill in the missing pieces of each other until they melt into an unstoppable force in the metal body of a jaeger. And yet they were the only candidates suitable for each other.
They graduated at the top of their class together and were assigned to the Tokyo Shatterdome, much to Kyungsoo’s delight. Japan’s weather is much more agreeable than the bone-deep chill that clings to everything in Alaska. He dislikes the cold, but Joonmyun mentions, whenever he complains, that Kyungsoo dislikes most things. He’s not entirely wrong.
Kyungsoo reminisces about warm beaches, the water lapping at his feet and the happiness that balloons in his chest at the memory. The sun is shining down and the back of his neck is too warm, but he doesn’t want to move. The waves have buried his feet and he wants to see how far he can sink. It gets to his ankles before someone comes along and drags him out, pulling him further into the water.
Kyungsoo blinks out of it, staring at the lines of cracked paint along the ceiling. That memory is one of his favorites. That memory, also, doesn’t belong to him. It’s one that he’s picked up from Joonmyun, one that he keeps for himself because Joonmyun has so many to spare. He knows Joonmyun doesn’t mind.
“Where were you?” Joonmyun hums, his chest rumbling beneath Kyungsoo’s ear. His fingers are sliding through Kyungsoo’s hair and Joonmyun’s arm is probably numb because Kyungsoo’s been using it as a pillow for over an hour. It’s always rough coming back down from a drift.
Kyungsoo pulls his gaze from the ceiling and turns so he can see Joonmyun’s face. “The beach,” he answers with a sigh. Kyungsoo reaches out and takes Joonmyun’s other hand, threading their fingers together.
“We should go there together one day,” Joonmyun suggests. “Make our own memories.”
“That’s incredibly optimistic of you,” Kyungsoo teases.
“One of us has to be,” Joonmyun hums, looking away from Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun’s not immune to Kyungsoo’s influence in his head even if Kyungsoo wishes he could keep anyone from having to endure it. There’s a guilt that lingers when he sees the usual smile on Joonmyun’s face fraying around the edges. As hard as it can be for Kyungsoo to decompress back into his own skin after a drift, it’s more difficult for Joonmyun.
Kyungsoo lifts onto his elbow, fingers against Joonmyun’s cheek to turn him back to him. They stare at one another; they don’t bother with words. Joonmyun knows what Kyungsoo is going to say and Kyungsoo knows how Joonmyun will retaliate. It’s a familiar song and dance that plays out unsaid.
When Kyungsoo dips to kiss Joonmyun, he knows Joonmyun is going to relax beneath him. He knows that Joonmyun’s fingers will slide sure and confident through Kyungsoo’s hair and pull him down. Kyungsoo slots himself between Joonmyun’s legs and he licks into Joonmyun’s mouth unhurriedly.
They have all the time in the world.
Kyungsoo listens to Joonmyun’s heavy breathing, enjoys the heat that comes from him and it’s enough to finally - finally - clear his head. The adrenaline from their battle has long since faded and the fatigue is setting in. It’s easy for Joonmyun to roll Kyungsoo, to fit on top of him as they kiss. It’s the perfect end to a long day, even if it’s nearing four in the morning.
Marshall Oh will let them sleep a few extra hours, but they’ll still be running on low reserves. And as Joonmyun presses Kyungsoo to his bed, Kyungsoo’s bed long forgotten on the other side of the room and now home to their twin piles of laundry, Kyungsoo doesn’t care about sleep. This is all he needs.
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Luck is what got Kyungsoo into the Jaeger Academy.
Luck is the only reason he wasn’t booted out because of his authority issues and self-destructive, non-compliant behavior. He doesn’t even want to think about how thick his psyche folder must be, but he does know that his scheduled two visits a week didn’t do anything to break down his walls. He just got better at lying, but they know that.
None of Kyungsoo’s secrets are safe anymore, not when he had the unfortunate luck of being drift compatible with the academy golden child - Kim Joonmyun. Every time they connect, the shards of Kyungsoo’s nightmare worthy life mesh with the happy laughter and sunny scenes from Joonmyun’s past. They shouldn’t work, shouldn’t fill in the missing pieces of each other until they melt into an unstoppable force in the metal body of a jaeger. And yet they were the only candidates suitable for each other.
They graduated at the top of their class together and were assigned to the Tokyo Shatterdome, much to Kyungsoo’s delight. Japan’s weather is much more agreeable than the bone-deep chill that clings to everything in Alaska. He dislikes the cold, but Joonmyun mentions, whenever he complains, that Kyungsoo dislikes most things. He’s not entirely wrong.
Kyungsoo reminisces about warm beaches, the water lapping at his feet and the happiness that balloons in his chest at the memory. The sun is shining down and the back of his neck is too warm, but he doesn’t want to move. The waves have buried his feet and he wants to see how far he can sink. It gets to his ankles before someone comes along and drags him out, pulling him further into the water.
Kyungsoo blinks out of it, staring at the lines of cracked paint along the ceiling. That memory is one of his favorites. That memory, also, doesn’t belong to him. It’s one that he’s picked up from Joonmyun, one that he keeps for himself because Joonmyun has so many to spare. He knows Joonmyun doesn’t mind.
“Where were you?” Joonmyun hums, his chest rumbling beneath Kyungsoo’s ear. His fingers are sliding through Kyungsoo’s hair and Joonmyun’s arm is probably numb because Kyungsoo’s been using it as a pillow for over an hour. It’s always rough coming back down from a drift.
Kyungsoo pulls his gaze from the ceiling and turns so he can see Joonmyun’s face. “The beach,” he answers with a sigh. Kyungsoo reaches out and takes Joonmyun’s other hand, threading their fingers together.
“We should go there together one day,” Joonmyun suggests. “Make our own memories.”
“That’s incredibly optimistic of you,” Kyungsoo teases.
“One of us has to be,” Joonmyun hums, looking away from Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun’s not immune to Kyungsoo’s influence in his head even if Kyungsoo wishes he could keep anyone from having to endure it. There’s a guilt that lingers when he sees the usual smile on Joonmyun’s face fraying around the edges. As hard as it can be for Kyungsoo to decompress back into his own skin after a drift, it’s more difficult for Joonmyun.
Kyungsoo lifts onto his elbow, fingers against Joonmyun’s cheek to turn him back to him. They stare at one another; they don’t bother with words. Joonmyun knows what Kyungsoo is going to say and Kyungsoo knows how Joonmyun will retaliate. It’s a familiar song and dance that plays out unsaid.
When Kyungsoo dips to kiss Joonmyun, he knows Joonmyun is going to relax beneath him. He knows that Joonmyun’s fingers will slide sure and confident through Kyungsoo’s hair and pull him down. Kyungsoo slots himself between Joonmyun’s legs and he licks into Joonmyun’s mouth unhurriedly.
They have all the time in the world.
Kyungsoo listens to Joonmyun’s heavy breathing, enjoys the heat that comes from him and it’s enough to finally - finally - clear his head. The adrenaline from their battle has long since faded and the fatigue is setting in. It’s easy for Joonmyun to roll Kyungsoo, to fit on top of him as they kiss. It’s the perfect end to a long day, even if it’s nearing four in the morning.
Marshall Oh will let them sleep a few extra hours, but they’ll still be running on low reserves. And as Joonmyun presses Kyungsoo to his bed, Kyungsoo’s bed long forgotten on the other side of the room and now home to their twin piles of laundry, Kyungsoo doesn’t care about sleep. This is all he needs.
Passing the torch to
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FUCK YOU
YOU WROTE DRIFT COMPATABLE PACIFIC RIM KYUNGMYEON
YOU MINX
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doesn't let go
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YOU WROTE KYUNGMYEON
THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS IT IS PERFECT AND I'M GOING TO DIE.
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