Ship/Member: Seokmin/Minghao Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: found family-isms (for you, karina •3•); love is a choice; seokmin as the introvert we know he is; and where he recognizes he can’t always be the kind & happy one; slight angst Permission to remix: Please ask Word count: 1,809
Lol I’ve never written Seokmin or Minghao before, I tried ; w ;
*** Loneliness is something Seokmin doesn’t like to think about, something he tries to push away as he reaches out a hand to be close to the friends he’s made after so, so many years of being alone.
He’s fine with being alone, welcomes it as a part of his life. He’s been seen as the happy, go lucky sunshine in his friends’ life, placing their happiness in his palms to help balance their hardships.
But sometimes it becomes too hard, his smile just a bit dimmer, the light not quite reaching his eyes, and shaking his head when Mingyu and Soonyoung ask if he would like to go out with them.
He makes up an excuse like him not feeling good, he’ll see them later, a reason to go back to his room and hide away. Alone time to make his mind feel more at ease when he feels the loneliness flood through him with so many people around him.
It doesn’t go away when he enters his room, immediately closing the door as a sigh leaves his mouth.
The only phrase he can think of is that he misses Minghao. He misses Minghao’s presence, the way he felt like a security blanket in Seokmin’s rocky foundation. The one that fills the cracks when he needs it.
He’s left to visit his parents in China, and Seokmin feels his entire body want to jump through the phone so he can see him again. To hug him again. But he couldn’t deny his friend the chance to see his parents after so long, not when he finally got the chance. He’s selfish, but he’s not that selfish.
A voice in the back of his head tells him he wishes he was.
He doesn’t know when he pulls up a FaceTime call to him, waiting with anxiety that floods through him like a hurricane as he stares at his own face.
He feels a sense of relief the moment it pauses, and is instead flooded with Minghao’s face. A smile that adores it as he stares at Seokmin. “Hey,” he says and his voice is a whisper.
Seokmin immediately says a quiet, “Hey,” back.
“You know Mingyu texted me?” He asks when there’s a pause, like Seokmin can’t figure out his words. The wave of loneliness that had flooded him with his friends comes back harder, and it brings a chill to him.
But Seokmin only shrugs a shoulder as he adorns a smile that he can tell is too fake when he glances at the corner to see himself. “I wanted to be alone,” he feels the need to explain himself, leaning back against his window with the curtains drawn closed.
There’s a brief thought that flits through his mind, their lips meeting in just a brief second. He shakes it away though, and instead pulls his knees up to his chest and waits for Minghao to say something back. He nods, hums a bit before his head turns to stare out the window. “I like being alone too,” He tells Seokmin, and Seokmin wonders why he hates feeling so alone right now. Why the silence that’s surrounding him is too loud compared to the usual peace it brings him. “Are you okay?” He asks after a brief moment, and it takes Seokmin a minute to bring himself back to their conversation, back to staring at Minghao’s concerned look with the way his eyebrows knit together.
Seokmin thinks he really needs a haircut. A text message from Soonyoung pops up on the screen that he immediately ignores.
“I…,” he pauses, tapping a finger against his thigh before he leans his head back against the window behind him. “I don’t know,” he finally admits aloud, something he doesn’t even admit to himself.
He’s supposed to be the one that brings out the happiness through their friend group, one that makes everyone smile. The one that’s okay with shouldering his own problems and problems that he’s handed to when they need a moment away.
And Minghao is the one who understands him the most, understands his thoughts and his ways as he nods again. “It’s okay to be alone,” he says after a few moments, trying to find his words when he pauses. “You know we care about you?”
“Who’s we?” Seokmin can’t help but joke, but Minghao just frowns at him and he immediately drops it.
“You’re not alone,” Minghao pushes again, leaning closer to the phone as if he were beside Seokmin right now. “Everyone. You can’t be alone when we’re all here for you.”
“But,” he wants to say something, that he’s pushing them away. That they’ll leave when he can’t be the same upbeat Seokmin that he’s usually taken on for them.
Minghao immediately shakes his head. “We love you,” he whispers, eyes flitting to stare out the window once more. There’s an even quieter, “I love you,” that he whispers.
Seokmin’s brain doesn’t hear it at first, until it processes a second later and he feels his face flush. He refuses to stare at his little portrait in the corner, ignoring the way his cheeks feel hot when he shakes his head. Instead he whispers back just as quiet, “I miss you.”
“Are you by your window right now?” Minghao wonders, flipping his phone to shine out his. Seokmin nods, squinting as best he can to see the sky that’s blinded by lights in his city. He turns the camera back to himself when he gives a smile, “Look outside for me.”
He frowns in return, pulling the curtain to the side to press a hand against the cool glass before he pulls it open. The December air blows through, too cold to be standing in his room in just his pajamas but it doesn’t deter him. “Okay, now what?”
“The stars,” he says, like Seokmin is supposed to understand him. Minghao just laughs, smiles gently and continues, “We’re looking at the same stars. The same moon.” He leans closer, and Seokmin feels his breath hitch with a wave of emotions. “When you’re lonely, look at them. We’re breathing the same air.”
He nods in return, as Minghao tells him once more, “You are not alone, Seokmin-ah. I’ll be back next week.” Seokmin doesn’t know when the tears leave his eyes, only reaches up to wipe at his cheeks that makes Minghao chuckle.
“I love you too, Minghao,” he replies back, staring at the sky for just a second more before they fall into their usual conversations.
[FILL] we all share the same sky
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: found family-isms (for you, karina •3•); love is a choice; seokmin as the introvert we know he is; and where he recognizes he can’t always be the kind & happy one; slight angst
Permission to remix: Please ask
Word count: 1,809
Lol I’ve never written Seokmin or Minghao before, I tried ; w ;
***
Loneliness is something Seokmin doesn’t like to think about, something he tries to push away as he reaches out a hand to be close to the friends he’s made after so, so many years of being alone.
He’s fine with being alone, welcomes it as a part of his life. He’s been seen as the happy, go lucky sunshine in his friends’ life, placing their happiness in his palms to help balance their hardships.
But sometimes it becomes too hard, his smile just a bit dimmer, the light not quite reaching his eyes, and shaking his head when Mingyu and Soonyoung ask if he would like to go out with them.
He makes up an excuse like him not feeling good, he’ll see them later, a reason to go back to his room and hide away. Alone time to make his mind feel more at ease when he feels the loneliness flood through him with so many people around him.
It doesn’t go away when he enters his room, immediately closing the door as a sigh leaves his mouth.
The only phrase he can think of is that he misses Minghao. He misses Minghao’s presence, the way he felt like a security blanket in Seokmin’s rocky foundation. The one that fills the cracks when he needs it.
He’s left to visit his parents in China, and Seokmin feels his entire body want to jump through the phone so he can see him again. To hug him again. But he couldn’t deny his friend the chance to see his parents after so long, not when he finally got the chance. He’s selfish, but he’s not that selfish.
A voice in the back of his head tells him he wishes he was.
He doesn’t know when he pulls up a FaceTime call to him, waiting with anxiety that floods through him like a hurricane as he stares at his own face.
He feels a sense of relief the moment it pauses, and is instead flooded with Minghao’s face. A smile that adores it as he stares at Seokmin. “Hey,” he says and his voice is a whisper.
Seokmin immediately says a quiet, “Hey,” back.
“You know Mingyu texted me?” He asks when there’s a pause, like Seokmin can’t figure out his words. The wave of loneliness that had flooded him with his friends comes back harder, and it brings a chill to him.
But Seokmin only shrugs a shoulder as he adorns a smile that he can tell is too fake when he glances at the corner to see himself. “I wanted to be alone,” he feels the need to explain himself, leaning back against his window with the curtains drawn closed.
There’s a brief thought that flits through his mind, their lips meeting in just a brief second. He shakes it away though, and instead pulls his knees up to his chest and waits for Minghao to say something back. He nods, hums a bit before his head turns to stare out the window. “I like being alone too,” He tells Seokmin, and Seokmin wonders why he hates feeling so alone right now. Why the silence that’s surrounding him is too loud compared to the usual peace it brings him. “Are you okay?” He asks after a brief moment, and it takes Seokmin a minute to bring himself back to their conversation, back to staring at Minghao’s concerned look with the way his eyebrows knit together.
Seokmin thinks he really needs a haircut. A text message from Soonyoung pops up on the screen that he immediately ignores.
“I…,” he pauses, tapping a finger against his thigh before he leans his head back against the window behind him. “I don’t know,” he finally admits aloud, something he doesn’t even admit to himself.
He’s supposed to be the one that brings out the happiness through their friend group, one that makes everyone smile. The one that’s okay with shouldering his own problems and problems that he’s handed to when they need a moment away.
And Minghao is the one who understands him the most, understands his thoughts and his ways as he nods again. “It’s okay to be alone,” he says after a few moments, trying to find his words when he pauses. “You know we care about you?”
“Who’s we?” Seokmin can’t help but joke, but Minghao just frowns at him and he immediately drops it.
“You’re not alone,” Minghao pushes again, leaning closer to the phone as if he were beside Seokmin right now. “Everyone. You can’t be alone when we’re all here for you.”
“But,” he wants to say something, that he’s pushing them away. That they’ll leave when he can’t be the same upbeat Seokmin that he’s usually taken on for them.
Minghao immediately shakes his head. “We love you,” he whispers, eyes flitting to stare out the window once more. There’s an even quieter, “I love you,” that he whispers.
Seokmin’s brain doesn’t hear it at first, until it processes a second later and he feels his face flush. He refuses to stare at his little portrait in the corner, ignoring the way his cheeks feel hot when he shakes his head. Instead he whispers back just as quiet, “I miss you.”
“Are you by your window right now?” Minghao wonders, flipping his phone to shine out his. Seokmin nods, squinting as best he can to see the sky that’s blinded by lights in his city. He turns the camera back to himself when he gives a smile, “Look outside for me.”
He frowns in return, pulling the curtain to the side to press a hand against the cool glass before he pulls it open. The December air blows through, too cold to be standing in his room in just his pajamas but it doesn’t deter him. “Okay, now what?”
“The stars,” he says, like Seokmin is supposed to understand him. Minghao just laughs, smiles gently and continues, “We’re looking at the same stars. The same moon.” He leans closer, and Seokmin feels his breath hitch with a wave of emotions. “When you’re lonely, look at them. We’re breathing the same air.”
He nods in return, as Minghao tells him once more, “You are not alone, Seokmin-ah. I’ll be back next week.” Seokmin doesn’t know when the tears leave his eyes, only reaches up to wipe at his cheeks that makes Minghao chuckle.
“I love you too, Minghao,” he replies back, staring at the sky for just a second more before they fall into their usual conversations.