#talex tbd

[fooleds]

closed for @amoreemioo / "72 spotify wrapped talex 👀"

SONG 72: love 119 by riize

whenever he and tae end up out at a club, alex likes to pretend that they met in a normal way, and not one that involves a stranger poking and prodding at alex's hickeys in a random taxi. only because that's not really romantic, is it? like — how would he ever tell his parents that? his grandparents?——

not that alex plans on telling his parents about tae. or his grandparents? why would— why would he do that? and who gives a fuck about romance? right? seriously— what a weird fucking thing to worry about. with tae. pft. alex nervously sips at his beer, trying his hardest to not give off that energy where he sits at the bar, even as those thoughts swarm his head. his face probably looks like he's in fucking pain, that's how much he's struggling to bat those stupid hearts out of his head.

besides— why would alex want to change how they met, anyway? if anything, it really just encapsulates them as people and it'd be weird to get rid of what made tae tae, you know? all the things that kept alex coming back and bothering tae over and over— even if the feeling of needing tae made alex feel like he was in a fucking horror movie, getting chased to his death.

his head turns for a split second, but when it does— he does a double take. it's weird, how he always manages to find tae in crowds like this. either it's conscious or subconscious or fucking magnetism, but his eyes linger for a few moments, just watching tae dance and weave through the crowd. sure, alex might like to hide just how he came to care about tae, but he cares about him too much to dim his light. to stop him from dancing like a maniac— especially if it means he misses the fondness in alex's eyes as he watches. his heart feels like it's melting in his chest, squeezing between his ribs and bursting out for everybody to see. and—

holy fuck, is this a love song? he's been nodding along foolishly, not realizing that he might— he just might—

he leans back where he sits, his beer suddenly tasting bitter on his tongue. he feels like he's going to be sick, the acidity already creeping up his throat— 

he pushes the glass away before ducking his way through the crowd to find the bathroom, ready to empty his body of just about everything.

[fooleds]

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it. talex

whatever answer alex wanted to hear, the one that he received was nowhere close. he let out a scoff, head shaking as he looked at tae with furrowed brows. he was trying not to let his emotions get the best of him considering they were stuck in the car together, in traffic no less, and a full on fight wasn't going to help anyone here. in reality, he probably should've just turned the radio louder and pretended he didn't hear that, but it infuriated him to no end. "that's— that's just as bad as lying. you get that, right?" like, sure, he told alex some things, but purposely left other things out. for what reason, he wasn't sure, but it didn't sit right with him. "i just don't get why you wouldn't tell me all of it. it feels worse, hearing it like this, knowing you kept it from me. i mean— what the fuck?"

[fooleds]

there isn't much more i can say. my feelings have been laid bare. you are... very special to me. (talex)

alex's lips wandered tae's chest lazily, scattering kisses as he saw fit. he always felt softer with tae on his come downs, his touches gentler, his kisses more frequent— he just couldn't help himself. not when all he could think about was tae— it almost always felt too good to be true to even have him in his bed, in his arms. so it was safe to say that tae's words went right to alex's stomach, his stomach and chest filling with butterflies that were going to send straight fluff out of his mouth. he did his best to swallow them down, instead focusing on where his thumb traced circles into the skin of tae's thigh, not wanting to let him go.

but the more he fought his feelings, the more difficult it became to keep them down. it was like with every push came a push back that was twice as hard. it was why he fell silent for a moment as he looked over tae's features for a moment, his eyes showing the nervous his face wouldn't. his gaze fell away after a long second, his lips pressing together in a hum before leaving another kiss to tae's chest.

"i don't think i can live without you," he hummed, honest as his eyes found tae's. "i... i've been meaning ask if you would want to move in with me, but i don't want to freak you out." or suffocate him by giving him too much alex. he wasn't sure exactly what tae might be comfortable with, what he wouldn't be... even this felt like too much, but he needed to ask, for his own mental sake. "you can say no, i won't take it personal. just... wanted to put it out there."

romance

[fooleds]

☹ talex

45. mild burn on leg

"it's really not as bad as it looks," alex promises, despite the gauze wrapped around his leg or the hospital bracelet on his wrist. "i fucked up, just a little—" really, he was just a little mindless, was all. it was late and he wasn't thinking, only because he was more worried about getting home and yet—

all that earned him was an extra two hours out, and a potential scar right on his calf.

"i was moving my bike after work so i wouldn't get a ticket, and my leg hit the exhaust. absolutely fuckin' fried me," at least he could laugh about it now— he couldn't find any humor in the pain when it first hit. but he was home now, having learned his lesson to not touch the bike while tired and rushing.

"ow, ow— my leg hurts," he groaned, teasing with a smug little grin on his lips. "c'mere, give me a kiss— that'll make it better."

well that hurt

[fooleds]

“ jesus fucking christ, you're annoying. “ 👀 minsoo/alex

"no, you're annoying," alex scoffs, his brows furrowing where he stands. he doesn't get it; he's standing in line to order pizza, minding his business, can feel himself getting ogled by those beady-little eyes, yet he's the annoying one? as fucking if.

his nose scrunches as he looks over minsoo at the table, "just eat your pizza." if alex wasn't so tired— it was 2am, for god's sake— he might've had more patience for minsoo's antics, but even then, chances were slim. all things considered, you know? so his arms stay crossed over his chest, forcing his attention back to the employees slinging pizzas out.

and when his name is finally called, he walks past minsoo without a second glance. "get home safe, asshole."

enemies to lovers

[fooleds]

❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜ is alex here 👀 JSFNRICJSNNDNVORICNSNFNGN

"did i—— what?" so. let's make a timeline of events.

this guy (tae? right?) wakes up here after what was supposed to be a one night stand and doesn't leave.

alex, having some human decency, asks what the guy wants for lunch after he sleeps — on alex's bed — well into the afternoon.

alex cooks said lunch for him. again, decent.

alex moves maybe a little quick as he hands him a fork.

and that equates to throwing something? hello?

hello?

"will you stop being a pain in my ass and eat the pasta?" he scoffs, head shaking as he carries his own bowl towards the couch. "i'm nice enough to feed you after all your whining last night, least you can do is just eat it."

the bear sentence starters

[fooleds]

you never answered my question.

"what was your question again?" alex teased from where he was sitting up at the edge of tae's bed, a soft laugh slipping free as he haphazardly tossed his own shirt in the other's direction. "no, i haven't seen him since. haven't called him or texted him, or anything. i would've told you if i did." not that... he really had to? or maybe he did. he didn't fucking know; he didn't really have to tell tae what he was doing or who he was seeing since they weren't together, but tae had been at jisung's with him the whole time. so it was only fair to tell him in that sense. but— it didn't even matter! because alex hadn't been back! nor was he really thinking about it, if he was honest! it was a nice thing to get out of his system, like once a year, or something. so he'd be good for another eleven, you know? "why're you so curious, mm? y'miss him?" he teased, a hand reaching to pinch at the other's cheek gently. "or are you jealous?"

"tell me what's going on" prompts