momentary lapse [2/2]
impossible!junseung, kiseung, pg, angst?
I’m already willing the memory to fade,
I have no idea how you do it,
You’re impossible,
Untouchable.
He nearly rolls his eyes at the short verse, easily pulling a melody out of the air to match it as he fixed his eyes on the male again.
He was pale tones and quiet glances; the shorter was all noisy patterns and colors and flashy smiles. In his mind, he couldn’t fathom how they fit together.
And in the back of his mind a little part of his consciousness mused that maybe that was why he was alone; people don’t always have to look like they belong together, as long as they do.
Worming into my lungs,
Your toothy smoking gun
It was easy to remember the small laugh that complimented the soft curve of his lips as the other’s animated motions and sometimes too loud expressions accompanied the new story he wanted to tell his boyfriend. Over the din of the other diners the pleasant sound practically wrapped itself around the spectator’s pen, guiding it across each line until another verse was complete.
There isn’t anyone to miss,
No one to let go of,
But maybe if I imagine you by my side,
I‘ll know what it’s like when you look away
He thought of the blonde again as he finished the last spoonful of rice, in the end deciding there must have been something hidden in his reserved mannerisms for the two to have been attracted.
The blonde leaned closer the other with a quiet smile, lips moving with words out of hearing from those around them. A sly smile worked its way across his face just as soon as a glaring blush traveled down his lover’s neck. For once the colorful redhead seemed choked for words, eyes wide and questioning as the former mute slid a generous amount of cash on their table before almost dragging him out the door.
Wasting time chasing ghosts,
Chasing impressions,
An inkling of love,
A drop of malice
Or maybe he wouldn’t admit that he didn’t actually know him in the first place.
He definitely had had too much soju, he thought to himself as he staggered out of his seat.
He had never been good at holding his alcohol.
Do dreams always haunt the lonely?
‘My name’s Junhyung,’ I smile, offering my hand to shake. The quizzical look on his face is quite endearing and I discover his wide doe eyes remind me of the box of dark chocolates I received today from the sweet girl my younger brother had been dating since their second year in high school. More specifically - they conjure the image of the melting center of my favorite truffle. It’s charming. ‘What’s your name?’
A mischievous glint lights up those eyes as he giggles faintly and shakes his head, threading his fingers through mine to strengthen their bond. It’s easy to accept this as his answer with the contentment the warm contact brings.
It’s like experiencing a contact buzz, staring at him for an extended amount of time.
I find myself sitting across from him, taking in his features as he speaks animatedly. I couldn’t tell you what he was talking about, but I’m captivated by the way his voice forms the sweet sounds he so freely makes. The sharp angle of his jaw leads me to study the finer points of his clavicles as they peek out over the collar of the light neutral knit of his loose sweater.
‘Come home with me.’ It’s a pathetic plead really. ‘Don’t go.’
The small peck of a kiss in reply to my words is shocking to say the least. When did he get so close? I look up and he’s fiddling with a small ring, slipping it on with a smile.
The ring his boyfriend gave him.
‘I’m not yours.’
‘I don’t know you.’
‘No. You don’t. You should really stop fantasizing now shouldn’t you?’
There aren’t any words after that but he slips his hand from mine and barely traces my palm with his fingertips. There’s that sly grin, that seedy glimmer in his eye that matches the sparkle of that delicate ring on his finger.
His eyes snapped open to the unbearable discomfort of his belt buckle digging into his stomach. And still squinting as he pulled blindly at his clothes he miserably read the digital display that glowed red across the room.
11:59PM
12:00AM
The day ended with a final digital tick to midnight and the ghost of a brush from the bowed lips still lingered steadily in his imagination. With a sigh he settled into his mattress, now finding the image of the beautiful stranger somewhat tiring to have put such thought into.
‘Goodnight Junhyung.’
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a/n: it's not as long as i wanted but i forced myself to write this
not as fluffy as it was supposed to be; kind of disappointing.
not so much of a valentine's day fic anymore, is it?
/bricked
I’m already willing the memory to fade,
I have no idea how you do it,
You’re impossible,
Untouchable.
He nearly rolls his eyes at the short verse, easily pulling a melody out of the air to match it as he fixed his eyes on the male again.
He was pale tones and quiet glances; the shorter was all noisy patterns and colors and flashy smiles. In his mind, he couldn’t fathom how they fit together.
And in the back of his mind a little part of his consciousness mused that maybe that was why he was alone; people don’t always have to look like they belong together, as long as they do.
Worming into my lungs,
Your toothy smoking gun
It was easy to remember the small laugh that complimented the soft curve of his lips as the other’s animated motions and sometimes too loud expressions accompanied the new story he wanted to tell his boyfriend. Over the din of the other diners the pleasant sound practically wrapped itself around the spectator’s pen, guiding it across each line until another verse was complete.
There isn’t anyone to miss,
No one to let go of,
But maybe if I imagine you by my side,
I‘ll know what it’s like when you look away
He thought of the blonde again as he finished the last spoonful of rice, in the end deciding there must have been something hidden in his reserved mannerisms for the two to have been attracted.
The blonde leaned closer the other with a quiet smile, lips moving with words out of hearing from those around them. A sly smile worked its way across his face just as soon as a glaring blush traveled down his lover’s neck. For once the colorful redhead seemed choked for words, eyes wide and questioning as the former mute slid a generous amount of cash on their table before almost dragging him out the door.
Wasting time chasing ghosts,
Chasing impressions,
An inkling of love,
A drop of malice
Or maybe he wouldn’t admit that he didn’t actually know him in the first place.
He definitely had had too much soju, he thought to himself as he staggered out of his seat.
He had never been good at holding his alcohol.
Do dreams always haunt the lonely?
‘My name’s Junhyung,’ I smile, offering my hand to shake. The quizzical look on his face is quite endearing and I discover his wide doe eyes remind me of the box of dark chocolates I received today from the sweet girl my younger brother had been dating since their second year in high school. More specifically - they conjure the image of the melting center of my favorite truffle. It’s charming. ‘What’s your name?’
A mischievous glint lights up those eyes as he giggles faintly and shakes his head, threading his fingers through mine to strengthen their bond. It’s easy to accept this as his answer with the contentment the warm contact brings.
It’s like experiencing a contact buzz, staring at him for an extended amount of time.
I find myself sitting across from him, taking in his features as he speaks animatedly. I couldn’t tell you what he was talking about, but I’m captivated by the way his voice forms the sweet sounds he so freely makes. The sharp angle of his jaw leads me to study the finer points of his clavicles as they peek out over the collar of the light neutral knit of his loose sweater.
‘Come home with me.’ It’s a pathetic plead really. ‘Don’t go.’
The small peck of a kiss in reply to my words is shocking to say the least. When did he get so close? I look up and he’s fiddling with a small ring, slipping it on with a smile.
The ring his boyfriend gave him.
‘I’m not yours.’
‘I don’t know you.’
‘No. You don’t. You should really stop fantasizing now shouldn’t you?’
There aren’t any words after that but he slips his hand from mine and barely traces my palm with his fingertips. There’s that sly grin, that seedy glimmer in his eye that matches the sparkle of that delicate ring on his finger.
His eyes snapped open to the unbearable discomfort of his belt buckle digging into his stomach. And still squinting as he pulled blindly at his clothes he miserably read the digital display that glowed red across the room.
11:59PM
12:00AM
The day ended with a final digital tick to midnight and the ghost of a brush from the bowed lips still lingered steadily in his imagination. With a sigh he settled into his mattress, now finding the image of the beautiful stranger somewhat tiring to have put such thought into.
‘Goodnight Junhyung.’
previous
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a/n: it's not as long as i wanted but i forced myself to write this
not as fluffy as it was supposed to be; kind of disappointing.
not so much of a valentine's day fic anymore, is it?
/bricked