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"Enter any body of water and you give yourself up to be swallowed. Even the stones know that."
"beauty is terror"
"Would you fall in love with me again, if you knew all I've done? The things I can't undo. "
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YEARNING
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: consider the physical effects of yearning, longing, pining, hoping, and wishing
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[fill] the after-effects of sudden desire
Additional Tags: Non-famous AU; awkward conversations with a failed hookup
Permission to remix: Yes | also on ao3
based loosely on a movie I watched a while ago
***
The person on the other end of the table is staring at Seokmin like he's crazy. And he might be crazy, probably, considering that just twenty minutes ago, he'd invited himself up to the man's hotel room and thrown himself at his feet. A complete stranger.
Not Seokmin's greatest moment.
"So you've never...?" the man asks, and he laughs, though the sound isn't cruel so much as its disbelieving. Which is cruel in its own way, but at least he's not laughing. "How old are you?"
"I'm 28," Seokmin replies in a clipped voice. He doesn't like wine much, but he takes a sip from the glass in front of him. "It's not that out of the ordinary."
He doesn't push back against Seokmin's rebuttal, just leans back in his seat. The bench creaks, springs groaning under his weight.
They're at some bistro that looks more like a dive, run by a teenager and an older woman who'd welcomed them in earlier in the evening. Not the kind of place Seokmin would've led them to, but it's late and the other options were listening to Soonyoung and his latest escapade go at it on Seokmin's pullout couch, or watching his office crush flirt with someone else.
Drunkenly clambering into a cab with the first man he'd seen all night shouldn't have been the best of the three, but here he is.
"So do you make it a habit flinging yourself onto people you barely know?"
Seokmin bristles at the question. "You'd be the first."
"Lucky me, then." The man says it more to himself than Seokmin, shrugging off his jacket and draping it beside him. God. The size of him makes all of this significantly more mortifying. Of course, Seokmin had gathered as much when the man had pressed Seokmin into his bed and kissed him, but the bistro is slightly more lit than the man's hotel room. He can see his face here, soft and dimpled like dough, with expressive brows and a prominent pout. Handsome, at the very least—good going, drunk Seokmin.
This is not how he had planned for this evening to go.
"Fuck."
The man startles, and Seokmin realizes that he's said it out loud. "Fuck!" he repeats, burying his face in his hands.
"Fuck," the man agrees, lamely. His weight sinks the table ever-so-slightly, and he reaches out for Seokmin's hands.
"Look, hey," he says, soothing, trying and failing to pry Seokmin's fingers from where they're pressed against where he imagines his sinuses are. "My name is Choi Seungcheol. I'm sorry I tried to steal your cab."
Eventually, Seungcheol gives up on Seokmin and his hands fall away from the table.
"Lee Seokmin," Seokmin says finally, reluctantly, wincing. They've done this completely backwards. What was he thinking earlier? What if Seungcheol was a serial killer? "And you really don't have to do any of this."
"What exactly do you think I'm doing?" Seungcheol asks. There it is again. The disbelief.
Seokmin sighs and checks his messages. There are 3 texts from Soonyoung swearing up and down that the guy he picked up will be out of the apartment by morning and seokseokie he's so hot i can't believe it i know it's huge and yah where did you go off to, none of which he feels like answering right now. He pockets the phone.
"Being nice to me."
"Well, yeah," Seungcheol shrugs.
"Do you buy all of your hookups—" and Seokmin winces at the word. God, he hates that word. "Dinner?"
"Only the ones who start crying."
Seokmin did not cry. "I did not cry," he says indignantly. "I was just overwhelmed."
"Sure." Seungcheol's brows are raised, worry written on his face. "I'm going to assume that was your first time ever trying something like that."
"I don't think that's any of your business, Seungcheol-nim."
Seungcheol tilts his head. "Hyung."
Seokmin pulls a sour face. "Absolutely not."
"You were literally trying to get me naked not even an hour ago," Seungcheol points out. He's such a good sport. It's kind of annoying. "I think we're past formality."
Ugh. Seokmin takes another sip of his wine and stays quiet. Purely out of spite, though Seungcheol seems unbothered by the whole ordeal. He keeps watching Seokmin out of the corner of his eye, like he's waiting for recognition. His name sounds familiar, though whoever he is, Seokmin isn't interested. He could've been, and maybe would've been, if the circumstances were different.
"Didn't you just wanna get it over with?" Seokmin grumbles, flopping back against the bench.
Seungcheol blanches. "Well, I was 17, so..."
"Ah."
"It wasn't memorable."
"See?" Seokmin sets his wine glass down on the table. "If it's not memorable, then why do we put so much of an emphasis on sex in relationships?"
He thinks about Soonyoung, and the number of people he's brought back to Seokmin's apartment. They've only been living together for a little over a month, and Seokmin's been booted out of his own home more times than he'd care to admit. Of course, he could put his foot down, but each time he does, Soonyoung looks at him with pity in his eyes.
"You never put yourself out there, Seokminnie," Soonyoung always says, sounding paternalistic for someone who forgets the door code so often he now has it saved on a widget on his home screen. "One day, you're gonna have to spread your wings. And your legs."
So much of the dating scene feels foreign to him. How do you get from a room full of people to just two? Things like that come easily to people like Soonyoung or—ugh. Maybe he should've gone out with the rest of the office tonight, instead of sad sacking around with a complete stranger.
It's just that he gets around Wen Junhui and feels the way he did once as a teenager. Sitting on the bus and being side by side with a handsome stranger. Feeling him little by little. Arm to arm, thigh to thigh. They'd gone several streets down and it had felt like their breathing had begun to sync. Another few stops, and Seokmin could feel the warmth of his skin through the layers of winter clothing. Unable to look up and experience the moment completely, only to watch him and the back of his head walk away.
"I don't think it's a fair assessment to say that it wasn't important because it wasn't memorable." Seungcheol traces circles in the condensation next to his still-full cup of water. "It was about the physical closeness."
"So that's why my roommate fucks anything that moves?" Seokmin can't mask the bitterness in his voice. "Great."
"Is this about your roommate?"
Seokmin pulls a face. "Don't be gross."