Ship/Member: Seokmin/Minghao Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: non-idol au Permission to remix: please ask
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Looking at Seokmin for too long is like looking directly into the sun.
Minghao met him on a Thursday in October, close to Chuseok. He’d just moved to Seoul for university and found himself in a crammed apartment with Junhui. He’d started taking walks for air, and then to take photos and videos once he’d upgraded his phone and camera. That’s how he met Mingyu, and then, Seokmin. They all had nowhere to go for the holidays. Minghao didn’t really celebrate, Mingyu said something about not being welcome at home and Seokmin had given a non-answer, so they’d all stayed, crammed themselves into Mingyu’s slightly larger apartment.
Mingyu was loud, boisterous, and Junhui could be too, so together with soju it was…a lot. Seokmin could hold his own but he had a gentleness to him that Minghao could see and feel. He looked at Minghao like he was interesting, like he was a real person, which is something that hadn’t happened in a while. People in the city minded their own business, which was nice for the most part, but made Minghao feel a little crazy sometimes. Like he was invisible.
Seokmin never made him feel that way.
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“I can’t believe you took all of these,” Seokmin says, flipping through the album on Minghao’s phone. Minghao sits next to him, smiling, pleased in that warm way, how he imagines a cat feels when it stretches in the sun.
“You think they’re good?”
“Ah, Myungho, I think they’re amazing!” Seokmin falls back on the bed dramatically, smiles his bright smile at Minghao and laughs. Minghao laughs too, helpless to do anything else.
“You’re too nice Seok-ah.” He leans down carefully, leaving the length of a hand between them on the bed. He looks at Seokmin’s profile for a moment, his jaw, the strong line of his nose, and holds back a sigh. He’s not lovesick. He’s not a teenage girl in one of those dramas Junhui watches to “improve his Korean.” He’s an adult. He can handle having a slight crush on his friend.
Seokmin turns to look at him, smiles again, but there’s a sad tilt to it this time. “I’ll miss you when you’re gone,” he says softly, so softly it makes Minghao’s breath catch.
He’s only going for the holiday break. It’s the first time he’ll be back in China in two years. He misses his mom. He misses his dad. He misses everything, really, but he’ll miss Seokmin too.
“I’ll come back,” he says, reaches out to touch Seokmin’s cheek. Seokmin holds his hand there, grip gentle, gentle. “You know that? I’ll come back.”
Seokmin doesn’t answer, just turns his head to kiss the center of Minghao’s palm. Minghao flushes, warmth spreading through him like the first step outside in the spring sun.
[FILL] wanted to pull me closer
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: non-idol au
Permission to remix: please ask
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Looking at Seokmin for too long is like looking directly into the sun.
Minghao met him on a Thursday in October, close to Chuseok. He’d just moved to Seoul for university and found himself in a crammed apartment with Junhui. He’d started taking walks for air, and then to take photos and videos once he’d upgraded his phone and camera. That’s how he met Mingyu, and then, Seokmin. They all had nowhere to go for the holidays. Minghao didn’t really celebrate, Mingyu said something about not being welcome at home and Seokmin had given a non-answer, so they’d all stayed, crammed themselves into Mingyu’s slightly larger apartment.
Mingyu was loud, boisterous, and Junhui could be too, so together with soju it was…a lot. Seokmin could hold his own but he had a gentleness to him that Minghao could see and feel. He looked at Minghao like he was interesting, like he was a real person, which is something that hadn’t happened in a while. People in the city minded their own business, which was nice for the most part, but made Minghao feel a little crazy sometimes. Like he was invisible.
Seokmin never made him feel that way.
—
“I can’t believe you took all of these,” Seokmin says, flipping through the album on Minghao’s phone. Minghao sits next to him, smiling, pleased in that warm way, how he imagines a cat feels when it stretches in the sun.
“You think they’re good?”
“Ah, Myungho, I think they’re amazing!” Seokmin falls back on the bed dramatically, smiles his bright smile at Minghao and laughs. Minghao laughs too, helpless to do anything else.
“You’re too nice Seok-ah.” He leans down carefully, leaving the length of a hand between them on the bed. He looks at Seokmin’s profile for a moment, his jaw, the strong line of his nose, and holds back a sigh. He’s not lovesick. He’s not a teenage girl in one of those dramas Junhui watches to “improve his Korean.” He’s an adult. He can handle having a slight crush on his friend.
Seokmin turns to look at him, smiles again, but there’s a sad tilt to it this time. “I’ll miss you when you’re gone,” he says softly, so softly it makes Minghao’s breath catch.
He’s only going for the holiday break. It’s the first time he’ll be back in China in two years. He misses his mom. He misses his dad. He misses everything, really, but he’ll miss Seokmin too.
“I’ll come back,” he says, reaches out to touch Seokmin’s cheek. Seokmin holds his hand there, grip gentle, gentle. “You know that? I’ll come back.”
Seokmin doesn’t answer, just turns his head to kiss the center of Minghao’s palm. Minghao flushes, warmth spreading through him like the first step outside in the spring sun.