missing you | lee seokmin
✎ ‧‧‧ description: seokmin misses the way things used to be
✎ ‧‧‧ pairing: seokmin x yn
✎ ‧‧‧ genre: angst, some fluff (it’s there)
notes: unofficially requested by my bby @babiesanshine ( @babiestarlight )🤪 she chose the prompts “what is this between us?” + “then leave them, at home” + “we’re not the same, and never will be.”
“What are you doing here?”
You stop dead in your tracks, and turn around to see the person that’s been in the back of your thoughts for weeks.
The party itself was nothing new; just a bunch of college kids getting too drunk, too handsy with each other to distract themselves from the ever changing world.
“I’m here to enjoy a party, Seokmin. Aren’t you here to do the same?”
He lets out a huff and leaves the way he came. Minghao catches your eye from afar, giving you an apologetic smile as he turns to follow his friend.
Seungkwan places a hand on your shoulder and steers you towards the mismatched buffet. “When are you guys going to go back to the way you were before? You two were so happy just being near each other... we miss it.”
You fill your red solo cup to the brim and chug it halfway. “We’re not the same, and never will be.”
The rest of the party is a blur of loud music, sweaty shirts, spilled drinks and shouting.
Nonetheless, Seokmin watches you from afar. Someone has to keep an eye on you, right? Soonyoung noticed his friend’s behavior and scoffs before taking the drink stuck in his hand. “If you’re not going to drink this, I will. Besides, it was your idea to come here. Get drunk or go home.”
“I’m going home then,” Seokmin stands from the old couch and grabs his coat. He ignores Soonyoung’s protests of ‘It was just a joke!’ and ‘I was kidding! Come back!’
He goes to stand beside Mingyu, who’s chatting up a pretty girl on the stool. “Hey, make sure she gets home safe, okay?”
Confused, Mingyu tilts his head and takes a sip of his drink. “Who?”
Mingyu crushes the cup and coughs into his arm, to which the girl half hazardly pats his back. “I’m alright, I’m okay - Yn is here?”
Seokmin nods and hands him a stranger’s abonded cup from the table behind them. “Yeah. Make sure she gets home okay. Have a fun party.” Seokmin pats Mingyu’s chest, pushing the cup closer to him.
“Where am I supposed to take her when she gets too drunk?”
“Then leave them, at home.”
You wake up surrounded with soft cushions and a light glow in the corner of the room. The striped pillow cases and the cloud blue walls are too familiar to you not to notice.
“Good morning,” Seokmin says from beside you with the tiniest bit of sarcasm. He places a tray down on the beside table.
“My head... what happened?”
He grabs a cold, damp rag from the tray and presses it against your forehead and cheeks. “I came home about five hours ago. Mingyu brought you home about three hours ago because I knew you would be too drunk to go back to your apartment-”
“-you always are, I don’t know why you even continue to drink. You’ve never been able to handle alcohol all that well-”
“-and to think you’ve been living by yourself, for what? 4 months? You amaze me, Yn, you really-”
With that he stops his ramblings and you take a deep breath.
“What is this between us?”
There is a moment, a second, of silence before Seokmin brings his hands to his lap. You take another breath to ground yourself.
Seokmin looks doesn’t dare meet your gaze before speaking up. “Come home.”
You place your palm over his wrist, and you give him a soft smile.
