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What I Did On My Summer Vacation, by Kim Namjoon, Age 18 1/2 - BTS, OT7, updates once or twice a month

Podded this cool little poetry fic for the DO THE WEIRD STUFF Voiceteam challenge!

If this was a movie, the world would go silent when they lock eyes, with fall leaves swirling around them. But it’s Boston, who’s never had a romantic bone in his body, not even for Nick, and they’re downtown in the city he’s named for - amid fall leaves, sure, but mostly amid the clamor of blaring horns and shrieking tourists. Nick looks good. He looks happy, secure in his own skin in a way he never was when – Boston’s glad he’s doing well. That’s a normal thing to think about an ex, or ex-friend, or whatever. In which Boston pretends not to care, and can't quite even convince himself.

The suggestion of New Years had been his last attempt, in a way. To see if there was any lingering chance. Boston guesses he has his answer. or The gang surprises Boston in New York for New Years.

Nick knows he’s a bit broken, more than a little fucked up, but after months of back and forth and miscommunication with Boston, he also knows he needs to find the strength to have respect for himself and for Boston and let Boston go. He texts Boston the night before Boston is set to leave for New York. It’s been weeks of radio silence since that last night, the night when Nick had finally realized he and Boston were not only on different pages, they were reading from different books. Boston isn’t ready for the sort of commitment Nick is seeking, and Nick is finally ready to love himself enough to walk away.

Nut pics. The end.

Sand and Ray get accidentally cockblocked in Ray's car by a friend in distress. Again.

2 years after Boston leaves for New York, Nick gets offered an animation job there. When Nick sees him again, old feelings come flooding back. They've both grown as people, Boston even has a serious boyfriend, so Nick can't help but wonder, if things were a little different, if it could work out this time.

“You know,” Boston says. He lifts his arm, draping it around Nick’s shoulder. He leans in so Nick can feel his heat and smell the soap on his skin. A wave of adrenaline rolls over Nick. Boston’s voice goes low, seductive and he lets his mouth brush Nick’s cheek. “If you want someone to call Daddy,” Boston says, “I’ve been called worse.”

New York is big, and while the same can be said of Bangkok, New York comes with an anonymity Boston has never experienced before anywhere. He'd felt it as soon as he had stepped out of JFK airport into the foreign air that had filled his lungs with a smog-tinged coldness completely void of anything familiar. It had been liberating. Exhilarating. It still is. -------- Boston builds a life in New York from pieces of past, present and future.

Boston leaned close, mouth against Ray's ear to be heard over the music. "An says she'll give me a line if I kiss a guy. Come with me." Ray let himself be prised away from maybe-Bow with a vague sort of regret, but she was dancing with someone else before Boston had even managed to extricate him from the crowd, so he allowed Boston to steer him, stumbling slightly and snickering, grabbing Boston around the waist to stay upright.

Nick is haunted by his feelings for Boston and his actions because of it. Based on the song, Haunting by Halsey.

Nick manages to play it cool despite his racing heart and the doubt plaguing him. He gauges Boston’s reaction as he swipes through the photos, taking in the post-orgasm picture Nick left him. There are three very long seconds where he’s sure he’s fucked up. Nick stops breathing. And then, Boston looks right at him. “It’s frozen now,” he says, his voice dropping low, “you didn’t fix it well.” That’s as much of an in as Nick’s going to get.

Just lazing about in a dirty afterglow.

Completing the tableau of shit is the armada of texts and missed calls on his phone, which he discovers while waiting for the tub to fill. Half of them are from Cheum—she is pissed, wow—and then there’s a ton from casual friends and acquaintances, ranging from are you fr dating ray to a vague and ominous dude what the fuck. Mew wakes up after the Halloween party. He's played a little too rough.

Top was drowning. Not in the slow, steady way he’d been sinking for the past few years but all at once. Plunged straight to the bottom of the ocean, all the oxygen wrested from his lungs, no hope of survival. OR: Two old friends reconnect.

The mini-party at Nick and Sand's place has a happier ending. Boston still has ulterior motives.