Temporary Warmth
Title: Temporary Warmth
Author: only4dbsk
Word count: 200
Concrit?: Please and Thanks
Pairing: Changmin/??
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Hug Job
Author's Notes: Posted for dbsk_flashfic . Tell me who the “other man” should be in your opinion and why!! So, like who exactly do you see being that beautiful stranger.
The man let off a terribly pungent smell and Changmin almost backed away, but whatever he had had to drink that night wasn’t letting him. The smell of alcohol in the air was accompanied by a really heavy feeling of despair and melancholy and Changmin wondered if the man was hurting…inside.
It just didn’t really matter at the moment, if it was destined, Changmin would find out. For now though, he held onto the strong arms and traced his fingers on the other’s back, feeling the hair brush softly against his cheeks. Changmin felt fingers entwine in his hair, threatening to pull his head back. He wanted to see Changmin’s face.
He shouldn’t have been, but Changmin was scared. He wasn’t supposed to be in an alley behind a gay bar in the arms of a stranger. And when the fear of the man wanting to put a face to the embrace took over Changmin, he let go abruptly and made a sharp turn, leaving the man staggering, and re-joined the mass of bodies.
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Why had he let go? Sweat trickled down his throat as the sting of once again being rejected washed over him. He’d always be alone.
Author: only4dbsk
Word count: 200
Concrit?: Please and Thanks
Pairing: Changmin/??
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Hug Job
Author's Notes: Posted for dbsk_flashfic . Tell me who the “other man” should be in your opinion and why!! So, like who exactly do you see being that beautiful stranger.
The man let off a terribly pungent smell and Changmin almost backed away, but whatever he had had to drink that night wasn’t letting him. The smell of alcohol in the air was accompanied by a really heavy feeling of despair and melancholy and Changmin wondered if the man was hurting…inside.
It just didn’t really matter at the moment, if it was destined, Changmin would find out. For now though, he held onto the strong arms and traced his fingers on the other’s back, feeling the hair brush softly against his cheeks. Changmin felt fingers entwine in his hair, threatening to pull his head back. He wanted to see Changmin’s face.
He shouldn’t have been, but Changmin was scared. He wasn’t supposed to be in an alley behind a gay bar in the arms of a stranger. And when the fear of the man wanting to put a face to the embrace took over Changmin, he let go abruptly and made a sharp turn, leaving the man staggering, and re-joined the mass of bodies.
--
Why had he let go? Sweat trickled down his throat as the sting of once again being rejected washed over him. He’d always be alone.