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if i could be under your skin
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: the gay hockey boys, anyone?
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
-RM ft. Paul Blanco & Mahalia, Closer
[FILL] dead horse still kicking
Additional Tags: getting propositioned to cheat...again; average messy queer friend group shenanigans; yoon jeonghan is there
Permission to remix: Yes
if you've seen this somewhere before no you haven't shhh
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“Hi.”
Seungkwan’s head snaps up from the dating app he’d unpaused on impulse and pastes on his fakest smile. Tilts his head a touch too far, aiming for less placid and more like a haunted doll.
The intruder grins back at him. Not like shark observing its prey, but nervous. Intimidated.
Good.
“Lee Seokmin-ssi,” Seungkwan says, softening the vowels to keep the grit out of his voice. Not without effort. Not without pinching the skin of his thigh through the worn fabric of his jean pocket. “I was wondering when I’d get to meet you.”
The scene is utterly cliché to the point it makes his teeth ache, some sort of set up to the ever saccharine rom-com moment where Seungkwan, our tragic hero, agrees to some shitty antics that win him the girl—or in this case, man—back from his utterly perfect new boyfriend.
The problem is that Seokmin is the kind of handsome that startles you, steals breath from your lungs.
If he were in Joshua’s shoes? There's no way in hell.
“I was wondering the same thing,” Seokmin says, shaking his head before taking the spot against the exposed brick. They're almost touching. Friendly contact, an amicable distance. Seungkwan itches for a cigarette.
“Joshua has told me a lot about you.”
Great.
If it were wholly up to him, Seungkwan would've skipped this outing altogether, but Jeonghan had turned the invitation on its head, sending a text that if you're going to cancel, can you at least make yourself scarce when Wonwoo gets home? which was enough to put fire under his ass. University was more than enough experience in the overhearing sexual escapades department, and that Jeonghan’s current conquest happens to be Joshua’s reclusive roommate-nee-Seungkwan’s first rebound post-breakup is disgustingly incestuous.
Naturally, Jeonghan does not see it that way, nor does he care that they have, in fact, fucked the same person.
“Technically,” Jeonghan said, via voice message. After he'd asked about Seungkwan’s mother. Whore. “He fucked you. I’m fucking him.”
Joshua’s current boyfriend, who resembles a nervous dog in many ways—baffling, for someone so painfully attractive to hold himself with so much uncertainty—is eyeing him expectantly, like he's waiting for Seungkwan to say that he's heard a lot about Seokmin through less-than suspicious means as well.
“Um, happy birthday, Seokmin-nim!” Seungkwan says instead, giving him a weak wave. It's so pathetic, but he leans into it. “It is your birthday, right? Jeonghan said.”
Seokmin relaxes a little, leaned against the wall as he fumbles in his pockets. The air is bitingly cold. “Thank you! Yeah, 28, can you believe it?”
“Congratulations on another year,” Seungkwan says, placid, knowing he sounds like he doesn't think that's great at all. “Don't waste your youth.”
Seokmin studies his face like he's waiting for something else to happen, though Seungkwan cannot fathom what in the fuck he's looking for. Everything that he knows about the man comes from stealing Jeonghan’s phone the moment he falls asleep and scrolling through their messages.
What he's learned is that he humors Jeonghan far too much to not have something horribly wrong with him. Seungkwan would know, from experience.
Though it is laughable, hilarious, really, that everyone Joshua dates is in their circle. The queer community here is small but it isn't this small, though based on how their friend group operates, you’d think they were swingers.
“How did you and Joshua meet?” Seokmin asks, and Seungkwan lets out a breath. He fumbles with the vape pen in his pocket, bringing it to his lips before taking a deep inhale.
Seokmin doesn't blink at the sight, which is some small reprieve. If Joshua were here, he'd scold.
“We were seatmates in university,” he says, blowing smoke through his teeth, “He was an exchange student, and we hit it off immediately.” He takes another hit, huffing the smoke through his nostrils. The air smells like strawberries.
Seokmin doesn't offer another question, so Seungkwan takes the opening. “What about you two?”
He knows the answer to this question. It's not a secret that Jeonghan had introduced Joshua to every single one of his rebounds and had introduced Seungkwan to none—“Best friend privilege, I'm sure you understand”—but Seokmin counters, “So he told you nothing when you two spoke earlier?”
“Why would he?” Seungkwan laughs, dry. “He broke up with me so I'm not privy to anything in his life.” Isn't that obvious? How many people stay friends with their exes when the hurt is still fresh? But Seokmin shakes his head no.
“He misses you,” Seokmin says, plain. Plaintive. It's so honest coming from his mouth that Seungkwan almost believes it. He turns to look at Seokmin head-on and it’s a horrible idea. No one should be this attractive. “And he wanted to propose something to you, if you're game.”
“Propose something.”
Seokmin bites his lip. He at least has the wherewithal to seem embarrassed about asking a favor from his boyfriend's ex, but all of Seungkwan's goodwill tanks immediately.
“You can’t be serious.”
To his credit, Seokmin does look apologetic. “I didn’t want to ask you at all,” he admits.
“But you asked me anyway.”
“Technically,” he says, eyes darting from Seungkwan’s back to the door. The pulsing beat of some guitar-heavy song leaks through the cracks. “I didn’t ask you anything at all. You came to it on your own.” The words are carefully crafted. Light feet over creaking floorboards.
Seungkwan sighs. “I can’t figure out if it’s more insulting that he wants to test you or test me.”
This isn’t new. It’s why Jeonghan doesn’t introduce him to anyone anymore. Everyone is only a few degrees of separation from whatever this is.
A dark emotion clouds Seokmin’s face. “I think it’s more insulting that you didn’t consider he has nothing to do with me being here.”
Seungkwan opens his mouth, but the thought is interrupted by the door opening, and they both quiet and turn. Luck stays on their side; it’s not Joshua. Another party-goer that Seungkwan doesn’t recognize, has never met. She engages Seokmin in conversation before taking her leave. An early morning, and a promise to make up for lost time.
Seokmin turns back and gives him an appraising stare. “I don’t really like it when people toy with me. So I’m asking you to help me get him back.”
“I’m not interested in testing the foundations of your relationship with my ex,” Seungkwan says snidely. The thought stings. All attempts to hold the grit back is gone. “So I think both of you can take your proposition and—”
“I think it’s really admirable,” Seokmin cuts in with a tight, almost-sympathetic smile. Victim turned would-be perpetrator. “That you’re trying to pretend that you’re above it and healed. But personally, I’d rather heal in hell.”
Re: [FILL] dead horse still kicking
It’s why Jeonghan doesn’t introduce him to anyone anymore. Everyone is only a few degrees of separation from whatever this is. (shakes the rat cage) you got to tell me MORE here, there's a cursed backstory, my wolf can smell it
Re: [FILL] dead horse still kicking