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i'm only lost if you don't look for me
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Additional Tags: canonverse optional
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
– SCoups, SEVENTEEN: OUR CHAPTER
– Snow Patrol, The Forest is the Path
[FILL] there is a line and I'm going to cross it
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Canon!
Permission to remix: Yes
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“They say you’re a prude.”
Seungcheol half-chokes on his wine, and tries to play it off as clearing his throat. Choking back the burning in his chest, he squints through the dark back at Im Nayeon, who grins back with too-perfect teeth.
“At least give me a chance before you go around saying things like that,” he laughs.
She laughs back, teeth glinting in the light filtering in from the party just behind her. A muffled beat thumps in the background, an underlying heartbeat of the night. He should be in that room with Mingyu and Seungkwan and Chan, the most random, motley crew to party together, but apparently someone had invited Jihyo who had invited them, who had passed on the open invite to the group chat, to which only the oldest and youngest had found themselves available to join in. Involuntarily, of course. Chan had a date cancel on him last-minute. Seungcheol, watching him break it down on the dance floor through the glass, simply had nothing better to do.
“Sorry. Mingyu said you just don’t seem to date that often,” Nayeon says, swirling her almost-finished cocktail in her hand. A whiskey sour, she had yelled into his ear earlier on when he was ordering drinks at the bar, before they escaped out into the courtyard filled with cigarette smoke and the writhing bodies of too-horny couples, and she told him people were saying he was a prude. It is true, of course, but Seungcheol is not about to admit that he likes to keep his circle of celebrity friends small and his pool of non-celebrity girlfriends even smaller.
“I just don’t think love should be shallow,” he shrugs. His blood is fizzing just a little, and the earth tilts just a little off 10 degrees every time he moves his head. He’s on his fourth drink of the night, probably shouldn’t have mixed the wine with the tequila shots and the whiskey and cola combination that Joshua would be horrified about, but he’s 30 years old, single, and he can feel it in his knees every time he dances, so what the hell are a few drinks going to do?
“I just don’t think people like us are going for love,” Nayeon laughs, draining her glass and setting it down on the table with a clink. It is quieter out here despite the bass backdrop and make-out overtones, and he’s never actually had a proper conversation with Im Nayeon before. She’s so funny, hyung, and so pretty, but sometimes she can be so loud you sort of want to tell her to sit down and put a screen into her hands to make her stop talking, Seungkwan had said once, which was ironic given how Seungcheol had often felt like doing that to him when they were younger and still trying to get used to their makeshift family.
“Isn’t it ironic?” he grins back. He knows his own teeth are too big for his face now the way hers are, perfect items forced into an imperfect body, and most days he wonders why he bothered changing them in the first place. Trading self-consciousness with an even worse self-consciousness. He half-wants to ask her what that feels like. She is the oldest of the group but not the leader. He half-wants to ask her what that feels like too, just so he can be sure that it isn’t the path he wanted for himself.
“To sing about love but to not really look for it?”
“Yeah.”
“We are the medium through which other people understand themselves,” Nayeon says, laughing. She laughs a lot, but her eyes seem to be watching him. They hold his for a second too long. The alcohol content of Seungcheol’s blood wonders what it would be like to kiss her. The tiny sliver of logic still lodged into his brain says it would like her to keep talking.
“And do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Understand yourself?”
She laughs. It sounds hollow. “I don’t think anybody really needs me to.”
He can understand that. When she types her number into his phone she doesn’t release it when his fingers curl around hers to take it back. “Most guys would just kiss me and disappear,” she says flatly. The heartbeat of the night still thumps around them.
“Most people call me a prude, apparently,” Seungcheol says, and she laughs again, eyes bright.
“I’m going to get another drink,” she leans in and says into his ear. Her whiskey sour breath wafts over his cheek, fleetingly. “Anything for you?”
“I’ll get a whiskey sour too,” he tells her. She flashes him a smile and disappears into that dark, cavernous vessel of a heart. He looks at his phone, screen blinding him for a second because she had turned it up way too bright in the dim night, and hits ‘Save contact.’
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She is the oldest of the group but not the leader. He half-wants to ask her what that feels like too, just so he can be sure that it isn’t the path he wanted for himself.
like damn... not only the idol side of it but i feel like this is such a potent 30-year-old-ism. looking around at the people surrounding you and wondering, did I make the right choices? or did I take a wrong turn somewhere? and if I realise that I did, is it already too late for me to go back and choose again?
This coups is delightful (he's a LOSER) and this nayeon is delightful (she KNOWS he's a loser and she's seen enough of Men In The Industry that she likes him for that) and the way they interact is so genuine and sweet ugh. thank you for writing!!!