Ship/Member: seokhao Major Tags: rule 63, straight seokmin, drinking Additional Tags: n/a Permission to remix: ask!
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“I wanna call you unnie,” Seokmin slurs out, her voice too loud and close to Minghao’s ear for her own comfort. “Unnie, unnie, unnie…”
Minghao says nothing. While alcohol makes Seokmin loud, playful, clingy, it makes Minghao anxious and overheated, something churning violently in her gut.
Minghao pats Seokmin’s hair, feeling how hot her head is. Seokmin has always run warm, though. Winters in their apartment in Mapo became an excuse for Minghao to slide under Seokmin’s blanket, run her freezing toes up Seokmin’s calf and wake her up.
Seokmin would wake up with a squeak and push Minghao out of her bed. Minghao had enough dignity to pick herself up and not try again.
Seokmin is straight.
Minghao needs to tattoo that to her eyelids, it seems. Needs to study the words every night as she falls asleep, every time she blinks. Seokmin is straight. Seokmin is Minghao’s roommate. Seokmin is so beautiful right now, skin warm and eyes bright—no, Seokmin is straight.
Minghao wrestles with it all night. Tames her own desire, chokes it until it can barely breathe and then drags it deep inside of her, even as Seokmin plays with her fingers and pulls her skirt down for her when she stands up, wobbly, to go to the bathroom.
In the mirror, Minghao looks at herself. Her hair is a mess, over-bleached and fried. Her face is flushed, her nose shiny. Seokmin’s skin never gets— “Stop,” she says out loud. It rings in the relative quiet of the bathroom. “Stop it.”
But if she could, wouldn’t she?
She splashes water on her face, watching it turn redder and redder. The lighting in here is harsh. It makes her look gaunt, her eyes protruding enough to create sloping shadows on her cheeks. She pokes at her face and tries to calm down.
Eventually, Seokmin follows her, of course.
“Unnie,” she says, making Minghao cringe in the bathroom mirror. “Unnnnnie, why did you leave? Why?”
Seokmin comes to stand behind her at the sink, wrapping her arms around Minghao’s middle and digging her chin into Minghao’s shoulder, smelling of beer and food and sweetness.
“Sorry,” Minghao says, her voice reed-thin. “I’m too hot.”
“Unnie is always hot,” Seokmin says. Minghao really wishes she’d quit it. They’re the same age. Technically Minghao is younger than her. “Hot girl Minghao,” Seokmin continues, her breath wet against Minghao’s ear. “Come back to the table, I want to do a shot with you.”
She squeezes Minghao, so hard it hurts, and then drags Minghao back out to their table. Minghao goes easily.
Maybe that’s the issue—maybe she should be fighting it more. Fighting back. Telling Seokmin to quit it, to stop flirting with her, that her heart can’t handle it.
But Seokmin isn’t flirting, Minghao reminds herself. Seokmin is just friendly. Seokmin is funny. Seokmin is beauti—Seokmin is straight.
[FILL] warm enough here for you
Major Tags: rule 63, straight seokmin, drinking
Additional Tags: n/a
Permission to remix: ask!
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“I wanna call you unnie,” Seokmin slurs out, her voice too loud and close to Minghao’s ear for her own comfort. “Unnie, unnie, unnie…”
Minghao says nothing. While alcohol makes Seokmin loud, playful, clingy, it makes Minghao anxious and overheated, something churning violently in her gut.
Minghao pats Seokmin’s hair, feeling how hot her head is. Seokmin has always run warm, though. Winters in their apartment in Mapo became an excuse for Minghao to slide under Seokmin’s blanket, run her freezing toes up Seokmin’s calf and wake her up.
Seokmin would wake up with a squeak and push Minghao out of her bed. Minghao had enough dignity to pick herself up and not try again.
Seokmin is straight.
Minghao needs to tattoo that to her eyelids, it seems. Needs to study the words every night as she falls asleep, every time she blinks. Seokmin is straight. Seokmin is Minghao’s roommate. Seokmin is so beautiful right now, skin warm and eyes bright—no, Seokmin is straight.
Minghao wrestles with it all night. Tames her own desire, chokes it until it can barely breathe and then drags it deep inside of her, even as Seokmin plays with her fingers and pulls her skirt down for her when she stands up, wobbly, to go to the bathroom.
In the mirror, Minghao looks at herself. Her hair is a mess, over-bleached and fried. Her face is flushed, her nose shiny. Seokmin’s skin never gets— “Stop,” she says out loud. It rings in the relative quiet of the bathroom. “Stop it.”
But if she could, wouldn’t she?
She splashes water on her face, watching it turn redder and redder. The lighting in here is harsh. It makes her look gaunt, her eyes protruding enough to create sloping shadows on her cheeks. She pokes at her face and tries to calm down.
Eventually, Seokmin follows her, of course.
“Unnie,” she says, making Minghao cringe in the bathroom mirror. “Unnnnnie, why did you leave? Why?”
Seokmin comes to stand behind her at the sink, wrapping her arms around Minghao’s middle and digging her chin into Minghao’s shoulder, smelling of beer and food and sweetness.
“Sorry,” Minghao says, her voice reed-thin. “I’m too hot.”
“Unnie is always hot,” Seokmin says. Minghao really wishes she’d quit it. They’re the same age. Technically Minghao is younger than her. “Hot girl Minghao,” Seokmin continues, her breath wet against Minghao’s ear. “Come back to the table, I want to do a shot with you.”
She squeezes Minghao, so hard it hurts, and then drags Minghao back out to their table. Minghao goes easily.
Maybe that’s the issue—maybe she should be fighting it more. Fighting back. Telling Seokmin to quit it, to stop flirting with her, that her heart can’t handle it.
But Seokmin isn’t flirting, Minghao reminds herself. Seokmin is just friendly. Seokmin is funny. Seokmin is beauti—Seokmin is straight.