in the cosmos

note: did i mildly imagine this with a sci-fi filter in my head? the answer is yes, but it’s so brief that it makes me want to write an even longer version. either way, i’m such a sucker for the enemies to lovers trope [ ± _ ± ]

prompt taken from this prompt list

“You know nothing about me.” “Oh, but I do. I know you want adventure, that’s why you’re here standing in front of me. You want to rebel like everyone else. You want mystery in your life, passion, romance… and maybe even a little danger.”

Only God knows why, after literal years of playing cat and mouse with a squirrel, you stood at the landing of the prison about to make quite possibly the worst mistake of your life. But really, he presented you with no other option- either you help him in escape, or he dies. You were not about to let him die at the hands of your stupid boss. No, you would much rather prefer to have the pleasure of killing him yourself, should the opportunity ever arise again. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself to ease the tightness in your chest.

Using the keycard that you stole from the snoring warden, you open the sliding metal doors in one movement. You’re cautious and weary of all the overhead cameras above you, so you do your best to navigate through them with your hood up and your feet trying to remember the positions of all the blindspots.

Cell number 302… 302..

You repeat the number in your head, afraid your mind would betray you and erase it from your memory. But it does not, and soon enough you found yourself at the biometric lock in front of the largest cell on the floor, it’s cold titanium front looking ever so domineering. You peek your head into the small glass window and scan your eyes over the room. Empty?

A messy brunette suddenly appears in front of you, “Christ! Fuck you, Han Jisung!” You whisper-yell at him for his little antic.

“I was worried you wouldn’t show up,” He says softly, an air of smugness in his words and you scowl. “Keep that attitude up and I might just change my mind.”

You move over to the lock, tinkering with its internal wires and motherboard and bits and bobs and Jisung can’t help but think you look so goddamn nerdy while helping him evade death. The door to his cell slides open in no time, and he raises his cuffed hands over his chest.

“We both know you won’t,” He smiles down at you and you have to make an effort to keep your mind concentrated on the lock of his cuffs. Damn nuisance.

“You know nothing about me.” You say when the cuff links release from his writs with a clank. You look up at him and you begin to notice the cuts on his chin and the hue of purple forming on his right cheekbone. He takes note on how tired your eyes look.

“Oh, but I do. I know you want adventure, that’s why you’re here standing in front of me. You want to rebel like everyone else. You want mystery in your life, passion, romance…” He brings a finger up to brush the tendrils of hair resting on your forehead and your breath hitches. “and maybe even a little danger.” He also knows exactly how much you risked breaking him out of here, but he bites his tongue to keep him from mentioning it.

“You give yourself too much credit,” You say, with as much composure you can manage, and take a step back. “I tried to buy you some time, but the most you have is thirty minutes before the guards start their patrol.” You say in a rushed voice, unholstering your blaster from your hip and you hand it to him.

His heart quickens, “Come with me. If you’re caught-“

“I won’t be.” You cut him off, but the entrance of that thought brings about flashes of your own execution. You brush them aside and look him in the eyes with a firmness that hides the fear. He sees right through it and suddenly he pictures what it would be like to run away with you.

“Now go, before I sound the alarm on you myself.” You say with barren humour.

“I’ll see you next time.” His tone is serious, almost as though he says it to himself. “This is not over.”

“the sky looks so pretty tonight.” you say dreamily, in awe at the starry and picturesque wonder above you. beside you, chan has to force himself to tear his gaze away from the twinkle of your eyes and gloss of your moonlit skin. it didn’t help that the lines of your neck dipped and curved with shadows in all the right places, or that the scent of your hair wafted over him each time a wave crashed on the shore. he rubs sand grains between his fingers to negate his urge to run them through the tendrils of your hair.

“hey, which one is vega again?” you quip, turning your head towards him and glassy dark orbs fill his vision. he turns his attention to the sky, scanning it like a map.

“right,” he raises a finger to point at the direction he finds it; northeast from your current vantage point. “there.” you squint your eyes up, searching for it eagerly. 

“there?” you point up in the same direction, but not quite on the mark. “a little more to the right.” he guides, chuckling when you pout and search for it again. 

“show me again?” you plead softly, your eyes rounding up at him which does things to his heart. 

“it’s right there, silly.” he teases, looking and pointing back up. you scoot in the sand until he feels your hips brush his own and your scent makes his mind grow foggy. innocently, you lean your body close to his chest, trying to get a better look at where he’s pointing. but you still can’t manage to spot the damn star that you scoot even closer until your back is flush against his chest and he has to fight himself to resist the urge to runs his lips across the curve of your neck. 

“i still can’t find it,” you mumble to yourself. he brings his hand up to guide yours and he makes the mistake of gliding his fingertips along your supple skin. he leads your pointed finger right to the ball of gas that he suddenly resents (and thanks) for putting his in this position. “there.” he says quietly, his lips accidentally brushing the spot next to your ear, and for a moment he savours then mourns the fleeting feeling of his lips against your skin. his mind erupts into the thoughts of what it would be like to indulge completely in the feeling of your plush skin against his own, but he gulps them away.

you hum excitedly when you finally spot it- a mix between a soft giggle and breathy sigh- completely oblivious to the hammering in his chest. he prays you don’t notice it, and yet a part of him hopes you do. that you take a notice to the command you have over him. if you asked, he would travel all twenty-five light years away and back just to give you that damned star.