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    Weird. Weird. Viktor had looked so pleased just a few moments ago. Almost glowing. Maybe even happy, for a split second; the sort of thing he only ever is when one of his prototypes turns out successful. Jayce had managed to land a comment smart enough to wring a laugh out of Viktor; and he'd smiled like they were having fun, but now here's that thing again. The borders, the quiet nudging, pushing him away as if he's unable to recognize it. No one else does this to him, not anymore; not when his face is on the newspapers and his name is on everyone's mouths. It's only Viktor.

    "Do you hate me?" Jayce asks, before he has a chance to process which words his mouth is forming.

    It feels childish, out in the open cold, spoken like that. It feels like a stupid thought.

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    Jayce wonders if their friendship isn't a little one-sided, in a way.

    Translation into Russian/Pусский available here.

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    18 Nov 2024

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    “Worse than last time?” Jayce posits a guess.

    “It’s, eh-” Viktor shrugs. Tilts his chin this way and that. A tsk. “Bearable. I’ve endured worse hangovers in college.” he was going for a laugh, but the punchline never truly lands. Instead, Jayce’s thumb rubs softly into the back of his palm, pressing like he wants to idle the muscle mass into something new. It’s such a small thing, whatever this is, and yet it steadies the flow of his blood; the relief of loosening a valve, flicking off a pressure switch. It’s the necessary cracking-open of his breast. Jayce squeezes. Viktor allows himself the luxury of a sigh. “You shouldn’t be here.” he mutters.

    Jayce reflexively shakes his head. “I took the day off.”

    “We both know that’s-”

    “—I could take the week.” he insists, almost a threat, a flicker of that eternal stubbornness coursing through him.

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    Viktor longs for a soft place in which to bury his teeth.

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    “Yoongi, do you,” the hand covering his own moves to cup the back of his neck “or do you not,” the hand on his thigh ghosts over the fold in his pants where his thighs meet his hips, “want to do something a little more fun than spreadsheets?”

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    Yoongi knows he’s cursed. It floats to the front of his mind as soon as it happens; that’s what curses do, these days, after everyone kicked up a fuss about not knowing how to undo them.

    Cursed to be small, light as a feather - until one finds one’s true love.

    It’s not even a very good curse. It doesn’t rhyme, but it does the job, he supposes.

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    Or, Yoongi is cursed and Hoseok is flustered and they're both very sappy. Holly's just glad to get more walks.

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    Over the world, the forest looms.

    “And here you are,” Hoseok says. He rests his hand at the small of Yoongi’s back. Always touching. “And still alive.”

    “Does that surprise you?”

    Hoseok hums. It’s a nice hum; it fills the air, and even after he’s stopped humming it continues, a big bloody splotch filling the sky the same way the sunset is. “I think it does. You have lovely eyes.”

    “Thank… you?”

    And then Hoseok’s standing, pulling Yoongi up, his broad palms gripping Yoongi’s forearms, looping around his wrists. His antlers swing through the air, displacing sound and light, somehow the brightest things in the whole forest. “Let’s run.”

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    Yoongi is going through the motions of life, working on his brother's farm under the shade of the mysterious forest over the mountain. And then he meets some people, and then his radio starts speaking to him, and suddenly he's being courted by a gentle man in the woods, someone with a heart-shaped smile and auburn hair and antlers.

    He doesn't mind, though.

    It breaks the monotony.

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    beautiful and surreal and very very alive setting