Seoul Mates
Title: Seoul Mates
Pair: Jin/Kai, bit of Suga/Luhan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,150
Summary: Someone's finally getting laid.
Note: Written for the almighty astrou, master of pinkbit and pasta, defender of the Kyungsoo-is-a-Hufflepuff religion. The pressure writing this was intense okay because senpie huhubells. This is so crazy/loopy/high/on crack so quality is definitely not assured. Good luck senpapi (runs to the mountains and hides never to come back).
"Dude," Yoongi says, looking at Seokjin from the bed with an apparent pity on his face. "Congratulations. We’ve reached a new Seokjin-level of desperation."
"No Yoongi! Listen," Seokjin, who is sitting on his wheeled computer chair, shakes his head, sounding a lot confident this time. He looks at his roommate in the eye, sharp, brows furrowed. It becomes a staring contest when Yoongi glares back only to give up five seconds after because Seokjin’s nostrils are beginning to grow.
“You’re so hopeless, I swear to God,” Yoongi chuckles as he drops, lying on his back, head resting on crossed arms. “He’s a stranger.”
Stranger. They’re talking about that guy Seokjin met (“Saw,” Yoongi corrects) at the train. That guy who stood by the door looking unfairly gorgeous in plain black fitting shirt, sleeves wrapped around his lean arm muscles. That guy who wore khaki shorts like he knew he would look so good in them, his pair of perfect toned legs Seokjin highly appreciated. That guy who adorably bobbed his head as he listened to probably some upbeat pop music, lips moving shyly when he tried to sing along to it. That guy who, for some unfortunate reason, caught Seokjin’s eyes and gave him a quick faint smile before staring out back the windows.
Seokjin isn’t entirely sure if he gasped or his face flushed in a snap at that small quirk of those lips. But if there is one thing he is certain about, it’s the feeling that he’s seen the right person he’s mean to be with.
Or so he thinks.
“He is not a stranger! He is my soulmate!” There is conviction with the way he yells at Yoongi, fists clenched on both armrests of his chair.
“So what is his name?”
Seokjin freezes, jaw hanging as his lips continue to part in an attempt to save himself. He closes his mouth and opens again only to remain silent as Yoongi continues to give him a teasing grin. When his friend shakes his head, he knows he’s lost the argument so he sinks back to his seat.
“I want to see him again,” Seokjin sighs, his lower lip pushed to a defeated pout. He sinks further, sliding down the backrest until he’s slouched on his seat.
“Find a way. You’re good at it,” Yoongi mutters, rolling to his side as he pulls a blanket over his head. “I’m sleeping.”
Seokjin heaves one more sigh, a lot heavier and longer this time. He hardly knows anything about the guy, not even a name to stalk on Facebook. As much as he doesn’t want to admit, he does think he’s reaching a new level of desperation, not because he hasn’t gotten laid yet (although it could partly be a reason) but because his gut feeling is so strong. And when his gut feelings say yes, he doesn’t step back. Even if he’s pretty idealess on how to deal with everything right now.
“Yeah. Find a way,” Seokjin repeats, mumbling the words to himself as he stares at his laptop sleep, screen slowly turning black.
Seokjin spends his weekend morning doodling on his tablet. He's on his umpteenth draft of Mister Handsome Train Guy image and he still can't be satisfied with what he's having.
"You're so worked up on that thing, you know," Yoongi comments, munching on a pack of chips while watching soccer on TV.
"This is not just a thing, Yoongi. This is my future!" Seokjin defends as he points his digi-pen at Yoongi. "Those expired three days ago by the way."
Yoong’s eyes widen and chokes, almost throwing up as he scrambles off his bed. “I’m gonna pee on everything dear to you,” he grunts grudgingly, a hand over his mouth, and Seokjin simply dismisses it with a chuckle.
The next minutes happen with Seokjin hardly caring about his best friend’s almost never ending rants on expired potato chips. At this point, he’s firmly set his priorities straight and Seokjin deems finishing this blogpost a lot more crucial than listening to Yoongi’s death threats.
It’s the first part of the plan. Seokjin luckily finds a cheap domain and buys it with no second thoughts, names it SeoulMateYehet.com, and sets it as a single-page site where he uploads a scan of a slightly rough sketch of two people: him on the right side and the train guy on the left. He adds arrows and texts to describe the drawings further, in case no one would actually recognize what he’s done. It isn’t as bad as he expects though but he manages anyway, smiling giddily and proudly as he stares at his masterpiece.
There is a bold handwritten “I think I found my soulmate on the subway tonight” on top of everything. He places a box right under it, calls it “Details”, and puts “8:45-ish PM, June 16, 2014. Line 4, hopped in at Chongshin University station, got off at Myeongdong station.” At the bottom right, he draws another box and types: “TO TRAIN GUY: I hope this won’t creep you out. Really. I just want to know your name. And be friends? If yes, I’d be happy if you’ll e-mail me: sangnamja@hotmail.com”.
“Do you think I should add my Kakaotalk?” Seokjin asks only to be met by Yoongi’s back on him, arm stretched backwards so his palm greets Seokjin’s face.
“Talk to the hand,” Yoongi mumbles, followed by a low almost silent sniff. He must be crying but Seokjin is too absorbed in his work to care.
“So,” Seokjin sighs and shakes his head. “Yoongi’s hand, do you think I should add my Kakaotalk?”
“If I die because of expired chips I shall haunt your toilet and block your ass so you don’t poop.”
Knowing he’ll get nothing sensible out of his best friend right now, he types his Kakaotalk ID instead.
Three weeks have passed since Seokjin’s set SeoulMateYehet.com online and so far no one’s added him on Kakaotalk yet. There are no new e-mails, too, at least from somebody who claims to be handsome train guy. Though on a brighter but Seokjin-is-too-sad-to-actually-care side, no one’s pulled a prank on him about this yet. He wonders if it’s a good thing or not.
He sighs as he stares at the page on his phone. It’s either the post’s never gone viral or handsome train guy has seen but ignored it because it’s way creepy. The thought kind of breaks Seokjin because in all honesty, he really only wants to meet him again (getting in his pants may be a part of the whole reason thing but it doesn’t form a significant chunk at least right now).
Seokjin can be a little impatient at times. And those “times” refer to moments when he’s all worked up on getting something but nothing important happens. He can put so much pressure on himself although he’s pretty much aware of that.
“Two more weeks, Kim Seokjin,” he convinces himself, pushing his deadline a little further before he gives up. That should be enough, he thinks, and if there is no hint of the smallest success in that time frame, he should just accept that fate has probably decided to be cruel on him.
He stands up and slowly trods toward the exit only to hit his head on glass. He groans, eyes shut as he rubs his forehead but loses balance, almost tripping on his own feet, when the train begins to move. The station name is still visible from his place except that there is a door separating him from the platform.
Seokjin has his hand pressed on the doors as the wheels roll faster. With a frustrated groan, he stomps a foot and scratches his head. Great. He misses his station.
Jongin is reviewing for his finals when Luhan barges in his room, buds on his ears, a mess of cables hanging on the sides of his face as he strides with funny body rolls toward the bed. He’s grinning, wiggling brows as he sings Banana Party a little out of tune. It’s Luhan’s jam for the past three days and Jongin wonders if this is Chanyeol’s, his best friend’s ex-boyfriend now maybe fuck-buddy-but-Jongin-doesn't-really-care-does-he, doing.
"Get out," Jongin says with brows furrowed, shaking his head as he goes back to his notes. "I am studying."
Luhan still has the same grin he had when he entered the room and Jongin has forgotten about the ear buds so Luhan most probably did not hear him speak. He plops on the bed and his hands quickly find Jongin's butt cheeks, squishing them in rhythm to the "Nyam nyam nyam nyam" part of the song.
That is when Jongin flips around in horror, hurriedly pushing himself up to a seated position, lips parted and eyes wide in utter surprise. "What the actual fuck Luhan?"
Luhan gives him another creepy smile.
"Are you on crack?," Jongin hisses almost angrily as he massages his bottom. "You come disturbing me singing a song about dick innuendos and suddenly you touch my butt? You fucking creep!"
"Hush, lover boy," Luhan says, a finger on his slightly pouted lips. "I found something that should interest you," he continues as he pulls out a folded A4 paper from his pockets. "You better get those ass ready, baby," Luhan teases as he unfolds it.
Jongin shivers because lover boy and baby? It really creeps him out because when Luhan calls him names, they’re hints on something that would be the topic of his teasing for the couple of weeks. He can feel it. Luhan’s been like that since they were ten. They’re twenty plus plus men now and he still does the same.
“Whatever that is to come out of your mouth, please stop,” Jongin speaks before Luhan finishes with the paper. “I repeat, I am studying. Finals week. And it’s geometry. Plus chem. Do you get it? I am trying to save my life.”
“This is gonna save your drying asshole,” Luhan says too confidently. He purses his lips, still mischievously curled, and he gives a my-words-have-no-shadow-of-doubt-can-you-feel-it look at Jongin.
“You’re a very considerate best friend,” Jongin says with a mocking smile. Luhan doesn’t say anything; he shoves the creased paper on top of Jongin’s notes instead, watching his friend excitedly as Jongin shifts faces from amusement to confusion. “It’s… a little creepy don’t you think?” he mutters, taking the paper on his hand and rereads everything on it.
"This doesn't look like me."
"It does."
"Well the date, stations, and times were pretty accurate as far as I can remember but we’re like hundreds in the train so..."
“Dude.”
“What?”
“He wants to meet you!”
Although Jongin does think this is a bit creepy, he doesn’t deny that this makes him feel a little warm on the inside. It can be a little unpleasantly amusing but he is honestly flattered. He chuckles almost silently as he stares at the funny hasty sketches of himself and the “me” guy who doesn’t seem to be much of a creep, at least on how he’s depicted himself on the drawing.
“Where did you find this?” Jongin finally asks, ignoring the second waggle of Luhan's brows. It's obviously a webpage, with all the Chrome window details bordering the image on the paper.
"It's gone viral dude," Luhan says as a matter of fact. He opens Jongin's laptop, without the owner's permission, of course, and types in the URL.
"SeoulMateYehet."
"What?"
Luhan shakes his head and pulls Jongin close to the screen instead. "Yeah, the page name's silly but I am swearing on this person's dick that this guy," he pokes the screen with his index, tapping the fancy Jongin sketch. "Is you."
Jongin amuses himself at how Luhan is a lot more enthusiastic on this thing than how he's supposed to be.
"Aren't you excited that somebody grows a boner for you?" Luhan asks.
Jongin gives him a scandalized glare. Before he can even speak, Luhan interrupts.
"Finally?"
"Fuck you," Jongin slaps him on the arm although more of playfully than annoyingly before he goes back to his books. "I have no time for that."
"Dude I'm setting a meet-up," Luhan declares, fishing his phone out of his pockets, eyes darting from the laptop screen to his phone. “This is gonna be awesome. I’m so proud of you.”
Jongin dismisses his best friend with a snort, literally shoving his face on the open book as he recites in muffled voice geometry formula. Maybe it’s a wrong move to shrug Luhan off because a few minutes later, he’s grinning and laughing to himself, giddily this time. Jongin cranes his neck to look at him with sharp eyes. He feels the wrong in this.
“What are you doing?”
Luhan blinks. “Oh, I thought I made myself clear.”
“What?”
“Oh, no. Don’t get the wrong idea. What I mean is, I’m setting you,” Luhan says, pointing an index at Jongin then swinging his hand to the screen. “And him on a meet-up.”
It must be a bit of reflex and a lot of panic when he lunges himself toward Luhan, attempting but failing to grab the phone as he drops on the floor flat with empty hands.
“Sent,” Luhan says, lips forming a grin. He quickly runs out of the room, Jongin trailing after him with murderous intent.
“Oh my god.”
Yoongi raises a brow as he peels his gaze off the DS to look at Seokjin.
“What is it?
“Oh my god.”
“It wouldn’t hurt telling-”
“Oh my god!”
“Whatever.”
When Yoongi rolls his eyes and goes back to his game, Seokjin realizes he’s losing his sole audience so he stops wheezing to himself, takes a deep breath and speaks. “Somebody Kakao-ed me and said he’s a friend of Mister Handsome Train Guy and he said he’d help me meet him and he gave me his name he’s Oh Luhan. Oh no he’s not Mister Handsome Train Guy because Mister Handsome Train Guy is called Kim Jongin like wow that is a very wonderful name right? Sounds hot. Oh my god. Yoongi. Yoongi! After more than a month of waiting-"
“You’re finally getting laid,” Yoongi deadpans, dropping his back to the bed, bouncing slightly as he continuously taps his fingers on his DS.
“That is not the point!” Seokjin exclaims with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. He must not be thinking about it, must he? He bites on his lip when they start to pull to a shy grin. “The point is-”
“You’re getting laid.”
“Shut up oh god.”
“Good luck! Jimin said mint flavor feels good.”
“No one asked.”
It takes Luhan a week of persuasion before Jongin finally says yes to the meet-up. His finals are already over anyway and he decides a casual date isn't a bad distraction from worrying about all the exams he could have possibly failed. Not that it’s the main reason because he may not admit it but he’s actually curious.
Luhan, of course, is a lot more excited for Jongin than Jongin himself ("You've never been laid for years and-oh, lemme correct, you've never been laid, so I, as your best friend, is simply concerned for the welfare of your dick," he reasons out one time when Jongin asks). Jongin chuckles simply in amusement. Although he seems to have taken it for granted at first, as the day of the meet-up comes closer, he still grows anxious, little by little.
"Do you think black shirts are bad?" is the first question Jongin asks pertaining to the meet-up. Which earns an excited grin on Luhan's face. And a hug. And probably tears of joy. Which can be fake as well because he's watching some documentary about abandoned cats on their cable TV.
"Black is beauty, Jongin," Luhan says with a sniff. “Like look at that black cat. Who in the world would abandon such a lovely pussy?”
Jongin ignores him.
The next few days, Jongin’s angst grows and his questions about his potential date’s preferences become more frequent: Do you think he likes green mangoes? If I wear the same clothes he saw me the first time, would it be weird? What if he kisses me, do I have to kiss back? Do you think hotdogs are awesome?
Luhan simply pats him on the back. “You can do this, my friend.”
“I’ve never dated anyone!”
“And I’m freaking out, oh my god!” Seokjin exclaims. He is jittery as he paces down the space next to his bed, shaking his hands in attempt to calm down but is pretty useless.
“You said it’s just a meet-up,” Yoongi rummages through their shared wardrobe and pulls a black polo. “This black Ralph Lauren is nice, you could wear this tomorrow?”
Seokjin stares at him and blinks. “Oh. God.”
“Yep. My fashion sense isn’t bad, right?”
“No,” Seokjin gasps then drops to a crouch, burying his face in his hands. “It’s tomorrow. I’m seeing him tomorrow!”
“Yes. You’re seeing the Jong something guy tomorrow, finally, and you’re gonna stop whining becau-KIM SEOKJIN DON’T CHEW ON MY BLANKETS!”
Seokjin arrives at the meeting place an hour before the agreed time. He's in a fancy but not too expensive restaurant along the avenue close to the train station where they first met. He’s more fidgety than last night, frequently jerking his legs up and down which earns a comment from Yoongi, watching Seokjin from afar with squinted eyes. He texts him, “Can you please stop doing that? You look like jerking off from behind.” Three seconds before Seokjin cranes his neck to his back and lowers his shades a bit, giving Yoongi a nervous look.
“Why are you even wearing shades? Where's the sun dude?" Yoongi asks, this time over the phone as he calls his edgy best friend.
“My eyebags are at my worst when I’m supposed to be at my best,” Seokjin answers with a muffled sob, pushing his lower lip to a horrible pout.
“You are overly dramatic,” Yoongi cringes and he makes sure Seokjin sees him.
But when the door chimes sound and somebody all too familiar to Seokjin appears by the restaurant entrance, Yoongi gasps, mumbling a quick “Good luck! Don’t fuckn fail this!” before dropping the call. Seokjin freezes on the outside, panics on the inside, a sharp intake of air almost sending him choking. His eyes grow wide, not that it’s visible behind almost pitch black shades.
It’s him! Seokjin exclaims in his head, taking his shades off his eyes. He fumbles on his pocket as he searches for his hanky to wipe sweaty hands but just as he successfully pulls it out, he jerks funnily in surprise, dropping the cloth on the floor when somebody stands next to his table and greets him.
“Hi,” Jongin speaks and Seokjin isn’t sure if he should find a bit of calm in the shaking of the other person’s voice. “Are you… uh, Kim Seokjin?”
Seokjin exhales, obvious with the way his broad shoulders rise in every nervous breath. “Y-yes. Kim Jongin?”
When Jongin’s lips curl into a relieved smile, Seokjin thinks he’s going to melt and be a disgusting puddle of giddiness and embarrassment on the floor. Jongin is wearing a simple grey polo shirt with black sleeves, skinny jeans and a pair of black sneakers. His hair is styled neatly though, combed to a side so he looks a lot younger. He even has a small backpack hanging loosely behind which makes the whole image confusingly adorably attractive. Seokjin may be mesmerized when he doesn’t peel his stare on Jongin’s face as he bends sideways in a clumsy way to reach for his fallen handkerchief.
“Hi,” Seokjin breathes out.
“Hello.”
“Yes. I’m…”
“Can I, uh, take a seat?”
“Oh my god I am sorry yes please take a seat make yourself comfortable maybe we should call the waiter now like uh are you hungry or thirsty this place is nice I hope you didn’t mind actually going here like you probably live somewhere far and I am kind of being a little selfish but I just really-”
When Jongin suddenly laughs, Seokjin mentally curses himself as he tries to survive another wave of shame, cheeks turning scarlet in embarrassment. It doesn’t help that he can actually see, in his peripheral vision, Yoongi slamming a hand on his forehead. So much for best friend support.
“It’s okay,” Jongin says with a shy smile. “I don’t live far from here anyway.”
Seokjin doesn’t make eye contact this time, face still red as he shies away while nodding in acknowledgment. “G-great. I thought I’ve been a bother. I’m…” He fidgets, hiding his trembling fingers under the tablecloth, fumbling on its lacy edges. “I’m sorry you know.”
“No! Don’t be sorry,” Jongin hurriedly says and he sounds alarmed. “It’s totally fine. With me. Like uh, I don’t, you know, really mind meeting you to be... honest.”
The way Jongin trails off shyly and lowers his voice makes Seokjin’s stomach flip and churn.
“That’s a relief,” Seokjin says as he begins to feel somehow comfortable with the situation. “Thank you though for noticing my sort of creepy blog post.”
“It’s amusing. And brave. And I also like your sketches,” Jongin says in a happier tone. He doesn’t let go of his smile and his eyes remain crinkled. Seokjin takes note of how cute they look.
Seokjin chuckles lightly, biting on his lower lip. “My sketches don’t do justice though.”
“I guess I have to agree about the sketches,” Jongin says quickly. Seokjin doesn’t know if he should take offense in it but then he is just too whipped he cannot bring himself to feel a tinge of hate on everything Jongin does. “Because uh…”
Jongin trails off again and his face are painted pink now. “You’re… a lot more handsome in real life.”
Seokjin’s lips part in disbelief. His heart is beating at a faster pace now and the rolls in his stomach are becoming more violent. Did he just hear it right? Did Jongin just think he’s handsome? Does this… does this…
“You’re… way more attractive,” Seokjin mumbles subconsciously. He panics for a moment but when Jongin laughs adorably, a hand over his mouth, he thinks there should be no reason to be scared at all. He’s basically confessed to Jongin since SeoulMateYehet.com’s been up, anyway, and he thinks saying things like this shouldn’t come as a surprise any longer.
“We’re not arguing over who’s more handsome right?” Jongin asks, raising a hand and mouths “Menu please” when the nearest waiter notices him.
Seokjin doesn’t answer. He simply keeps the curl of his lips. They’re off to a good start.
Yoongi manages to sneak out of the restaurant and watch Seokjin from the outside. He doesn’t text him anymore, not that Seokjin would actually check his phone because he’s obviously enjoying his future boyfriend’s company.
He heaves a sigh, closing his eyes in relief because his best friend’s doing well and he feels somewhat proud. He has his arms stretched in the air when he realizes somebody is standing to his left, staring at him with curious eyes. Feeling bothered, he slowly although awkwardly lowers his arms back to his sides and asks, “Uh, yes? Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Are you Kim Seokjin’s friend?”
The question takes Yoongi aback. Actually what takes him by surprise more is how good looking the other person is. He looks young, and pretty, too pretty he can be a would-bang-10/10 material.
“Y-yes. Why?” Yoongi answers cautiously.
Then the stranger smiles. “Great! Hi! I’m Luhan. I’m Jongin’s friend!”
He sounds excited for an introduction but Yoongi doesn’t mind. He bows his head awkwardly and when Luhan extends his arm, Yoongi reflexively reaches for it and shakes his hand.
“I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you, Luhan,” he says. “Uh…”
“I’m sorry if I surprised you,” Luhan begins when they let go of each other’s hands. “It’s not like I’m being protective of my best friend. It’s just that Jongin hasn’t dated anyone for ages.”
Yoongi laughs. “It’s okay. Seokjin, too. So you’re helping Jongin?”
Luhan nods. “Yeah. Sort of.”
Yoongi thinks he knows where this conversation is headed to. “Well, I don’t really have plans of helping Seokjin but he panics a lot so...”
“I can see that,” Luhan chuckles when he sees Seokjin almost spill a goblet of water. “Hey would you mind if we like tag-team so the two can like end up dating and finally get laid? Those two need a lot of help in my opinion."
There is a sharp “Aha!” at the back of Yoongi’s head. Of course he wouldn’t mind if that means he gets reasons to see Luhan a lot from now on. “No. Not really. That’s a nice idea actually.”
Luhan purses his lips and smiles. “Awesome.”
A/N:
1. Thanks to xxbbq for reading through the fic! ^o^ I owe you a lot oh my god.
2. Ree-senpie I am so sorry.
3. I tried to put the Suga/Luhan, too. Uh... yeah.
4. AGAIN I AM SO SORRY OMG
Pair: Jin/Kai, bit of Suga/Luhan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,150
Summary: Someone's finally getting laid.
Note: Written for the almighty astrou, master of pinkbit and pasta, defender of the Kyungsoo-is-a-Hufflepuff religion. The pressure writing this was intense okay because senpie huhubells. This is so crazy/loopy/high/on crack so quality is definitely not assured. Good luck senpapi (runs to the mountains and hides never to come back).
"Dude," Yoongi says, looking at Seokjin from the bed with an apparent pity on his face. "Congratulations. We’ve reached a new Seokjin-level of desperation."
"No Yoongi! Listen," Seokjin, who is sitting on his wheeled computer chair, shakes his head, sounding a lot confident this time. He looks at his roommate in the eye, sharp, brows furrowed. It becomes a staring contest when Yoongi glares back only to give up five seconds after because Seokjin’s nostrils are beginning to grow.
“You’re so hopeless, I swear to God,” Yoongi chuckles as he drops, lying on his back, head resting on crossed arms. “He’s a stranger.”
Stranger. They’re talking about that guy Seokjin met (“Saw,” Yoongi corrects) at the train. That guy who stood by the door looking unfairly gorgeous in plain black fitting shirt, sleeves wrapped around his lean arm muscles. That guy who wore khaki shorts like he knew he would look so good in them, his pair of perfect toned legs Seokjin highly appreciated. That guy who adorably bobbed his head as he listened to probably some upbeat pop music, lips moving shyly when he tried to sing along to it. That guy who, for some unfortunate reason, caught Seokjin’s eyes and gave him a quick faint smile before staring out back the windows.
Seokjin isn’t entirely sure if he gasped or his face flushed in a snap at that small quirk of those lips. But if there is one thing he is certain about, it’s the feeling that he’s seen the right person he’s mean to be with.
Or so he thinks.
“He is not a stranger! He is my soulmate!” There is conviction with the way he yells at Yoongi, fists clenched on both armrests of his chair.
“So what is his name?”
Seokjin freezes, jaw hanging as his lips continue to part in an attempt to save himself. He closes his mouth and opens again only to remain silent as Yoongi continues to give him a teasing grin. When his friend shakes his head, he knows he’s lost the argument so he sinks back to his seat.
“I want to see him again,” Seokjin sighs, his lower lip pushed to a defeated pout. He sinks further, sliding down the backrest until he’s slouched on his seat.
“Find a way. You’re good at it,” Yoongi mutters, rolling to his side as he pulls a blanket over his head. “I’m sleeping.”
Seokjin heaves one more sigh, a lot heavier and longer this time. He hardly knows anything about the guy, not even a name to stalk on Facebook. As much as he doesn’t want to admit, he does think he’s reaching a new level of desperation, not because he hasn’t gotten laid yet (although it could partly be a reason) but because his gut feeling is so strong. And when his gut feelings say yes, he doesn’t step back. Even if he’s pretty idealess on how to deal with everything right now.
“Yeah. Find a way,” Seokjin repeats, mumbling the words to himself as he stares at his laptop sleep, screen slowly turning black.
Seokjin spends his weekend morning doodling on his tablet. He's on his umpteenth draft of Mister Handsome Train Guy image and he still can't be satisfied with what he's having.
"You're so worked up on that thing, you know," Yoongi comments, munching on a pack of chips while watching soccer on TV.
"This is not just a thing, Yoongi. This is my future!" Seokjin defends as he points his digi-pen at Yoongi. "Those expired three days ago by the way."
Yoong’s eyes widen and chokes, almost throwing up as he scrambles off his bed. “I’m gonna pee on everything dear to you,” he grunts grudgingly, a hand over his mouth, and Seokjin simply dismisses it with a chuckle.
The next minutes happen with Seokjin hardly caring about his best friend’s almost never ending rants on expired potato chips. At this point, he’s firmly set his priorities straight and Seokjin deems finishing this blogpost a lot more crucial than listening to Yoongi’s death threats.
It’s the first part of the plan. Seokjin luckily finds a cheap domain and buys it with no second thoughts, names it SeoulMateYehet.com, and sets it as a single-page site where he uploads a scan of a slightly rough sketch of two people: him on the right side and the train guy on the left. He adds arrows and texts to describe the drawings further, in case no one would actually recognize what he’s done. It isn’t as bad as he expects though but he manages anyway, smiling giddily and proudly as he stares at his masterpiece.
There is a bold handwritten “I think I found my soulmate on the subway tonight” on top of everything. He places a box right under it, calls it “Details”, and puts “8:45-ish PM, June 16, 2014. Line 4, hopped in at Chongshin University station, got off at Myeongdong station.” At the bottom right, he draws another box and types: “TO TRAIN GUY: I hope this won’t creep you out. Really. I just want to know your name. And be friends? If yes, I’d be happy if you’ll e-mail me: sangnamja@hotmail.com”.
“Do you think I should add my Kakaotalk?” Seokjin asks only to be met by Yoongi’s back on him, arm stretched backwards so his palm greets Seokjin’s face.
“Talk to the hand,” Yoongi mumbles, followed by a low almost silent sniff. He must be crying but Seokjin is too absorbed in his work to care.
“So,” Seokjin sighs and shakes his head. “Yoongi’s hand, do you think I should add my Kakaotalk?”
“If I die because of expired chips I shall haunt your toilet and block your ass so you don’t poop.”
Knowing he’ll get nothing sensible out of his best friend right now, he types his Kakaotalk ID instead.
Three weeks have passed since Seokjin’s set SeoulMateYehet.com online and so far no one’s added him on Kakaotalk yet. There are no new e-mails, too, at least from somebody who claims to be handsome train guy. Though on a brighter but Seokjin-is-too-sad-to-actually-care side, no one’s pulled a prank on him about this yet. He wonders if it’s a good thing or not.
He sighs as he stares at the page on his phone. It’s either the post’s never gone viral or handsome train guy has seen but ignored it because it’s way creepy. The thought kind of breaks Seokjin because in all honesty, he really only wants to meet him again (getting in his pants may be a part of the whole reason thing but it doesn’t form a significant chunk at least right now).
Seokjin can be a little impatient at times. And those “times” refer to moments when he’s all worked up on getting something but nothing important happens. He can put so much pressure on himself although he’s pretty much aware of that.
“Two more weeks, Kim Seokjin,” he convinces himself, pushing his deadline a little further before he gives up. That should be enough, he thinks, and if there is no hint of the smallest success in that time frame, he should just accept that fate has probably decided to be cruel on him.
He stands up and slowly trods toward the exit only to hit his head on glass. He groans, eyes shut as he rubs his forehead but loses balance, almost tripping on his own feet, when the train begins to move. The station name is still visible from his place except that there is a door separating him from the platform.
Seokjin has his hand pressed on the doors as the wheels roll faster. With a frustrated groan, he stomps a foot and scratches his head. Great. He misses his station.
Jongin is reviewing for his finals when Luhan barges in his room, buds on his ears, a mess of cables hanging on the sides of his face as he strides with funny body rolls toward the bed. He’s grinning, wiggling brows as he sings Banana Party a little out of tune. It’s Luhan’s jam for the past three days and Jongin wonders if this is Chanyeol’s, his best friend’s ex-boyfriend now maybe fuck-buddy-but-Jongin-doesn't-really-care-does-he, doing.
"Get out," Jongin says with brows furrowed, shaking his head as he goes back to his notes. "I am studying."
Luhan still has the same grin he had when he entered the room and Jongin has forgotten about the ear buds so Luhan most probably did not hear him speak. He plops on the bed and his hands quickly find Jongin's butt cheeks, squishing them in rhythm to the "Nyam nyam nyam nyam" part of the song.
That is when Jongin flips around in horror, hurriedly pushing himself up to a seated position, lips parted and eyes wide in utter surprise. "What the actual fuck Luhan?"
Luhan gives him another creepy smile.
"Are you on crack?," Jongin hisses almost angrily as he massages his bottom. "You come disturbing me singing a song about dick innuendos and suddenly you touch my butt? You fucking creep!"
"Hush, lover boy," Luhan says, a finger on his slightly pouted lips. "I found something that should interest you," he continues as he pulls out a folded A4 paper from his pockets. "You better get those ass ready, baby," Luhan teases as he unfolds it.
Jongin shivers because lover boy and baby? It really creeps him out because when Luhan calls him names, they’re hints on something that would be the topic of his teasing for the couple of weeks. He can feel it. Luhan’s been like that since they were ten. They’re twenty plus plus men now and he still does the same.
“Whatever that is to come out of your mouth, please stop,” Jongin speaks before Luhan finishes with the paper. “I repeat, I am studying. Finals week. And it’s geometry. Plus chem. Do you get it? I am trying to save my life.”
“This is gonna save your drying asshole,” Luhan says too confidently. He purses his lips, still mischievously curled, and he gives a my-words-have-no-shadow-of-doubt-can-you-feel-it look at Jongin.
“You’re a very considerate best friend,” Jongin says with a mocking smile. Luhan doesn’t say anything; he shoves the creased paper on top of Jongin’s notes instead, watching his friend excitedly as Jongin shifts faces from amusement to confusion. “It’s… a little creepy don’t you think?” he mutters, taking the paper on his hand and rereads everything on it.
"This doesn't look like me."
"It does."
"Well the date, stations, and times were pretty accurate as far as I can remember but we’re like hundreds in the train so..."
“Dude.”
“What?”
“He wants to meet you!”
Although Jongin does think this is a bit creepy, he doesn’t deny that this makes him feel a little warm on the inside. It can be a little unpleasantly amusing but he is honestly flattered. He chuckles almost silently as he stares at the funny hasty sketches of himself and the “me” guy who doesn’t seem to be much of a creep, at least on how he’s depicted himself on the drawing.
“Where did you find this?” Jongin finally asks, ignoring the second waggle of Luhan's brows. It's obviously a webpage, with all the Chrome window details bordering the image on the paper.
"It's gone viral dude," Luhan says as a matter of fact. He opens Jongin's laptop, without the owner's permission, of course, and types in the URL.
"SeoulMateYehet."
"What?"
Luhan shakes his head and pulls Jongin close to the screen instead. "Yeah, the page name's silly but I am swearing on this person's dick that this guy," he pokes the screen with his index, tapping the fancy Jongin sketch. "Is you."
Jongin amuses himself at how Luhan is a lot more enthusiastic on this thing than how he's supposed to be.
"Aren't you excited that somebody grows a boner for you?" Luhan asks.
Jongin gives him a scandalized glare. Before he can even speak, Luhan interrupts.
"Finally?"
"Fuck you," Jongin slaps him on the arm although more of playfully than annoyingly before he goes back to his books. "I have no time for that."
"Dude I'm setting a meet-up," Luhan declares, fishing his phone out of his pockets, eyes darting from the laptop screen to his phone. “This is gonna be awesome. I’m so proud of you.”
Jongin dismisses his best friend with a snort, literally shoving his face on the open book as he recites in muffled voice geometry formula. Maybe it’s a wrong move to shrug Luhan off because a few minutes later, he’s grinning and laughing to himself, giddily this time. Jongin cranes his neck to look at him with sharp eyes. He feels the wrong in this.
“What are you doing?”
Luhan blinks. “Oh, I thought I made myself clear.”
“What?”
“Oh, no. Don’t get the wrong idea. What I mean is, I’m setting you,” Luhan says, pointing an index at Jongin then swinging his hand to the screen. “And him on a meet-up.”
It must be a bit of reflex and a lot of panic when he lunges himself toward Luhan, attempting but failing to grab the phone as he drops on the floor flat with empty hands.
“Sent,” Luhan says, lips forming a grin. He quickly runs out of the room, Jongin trailing after him with murderous intent.
“Oh my god.”
Yoongi raises a brow as he peels his gaze off the DS to look at Seokjin.
“What is it?
“Oh my god.”
“It wouldn’t hurt telling-”
“Oh my god!”
“Whatever.”
When Yoongi rolls his eyes and goes back to his game, Seokjin realizes he’s losing his sole audience so he stops wheezing to himself, takes a deep breath and speaks. “Somebody Kakao-ed me and said he’s a friend of Mister Handsome Train Guy and he said he’d help me meet him and he gave me his name he’s Oh Luhan. Oh no he’s not Mister Handsome Train Guy because Mister Handsome Train Guy is called Kim Jongin like wow that is a very wonderful name right? Sounds hot. Oh my god. Yoongi. Yoongi! After more than a month of waiting-"
“You’re finally getting laid,” Yoongi deadpans, dropping his back to the bed, bouncing slightly as he continuously taps his fingers on his DS.
“That is not the point!” Seokjin exclaims with a tinge of pink on his cheeks. He must not be thinking about it, must he? He bites on his lip when they start to pull to a shy grin. “The point is-”
“You’re getting laid.”
“Shut up oh god.”
“Good luck! Jimin said mint flavor feels good.”
“No one asked.”
It takes Luhan a week of persuasion before Jongin finally says yes to the meet-up. His finals are already over anyway and he decides a casual date isn't a bad distraction from worrying about all the exams he could have possibly failed. Not that it’s the main reason because he may not admit it but he’s actually curious.
Luhan, of course, is a lot more excited for Jongin than Jongin himself ("You've never been laid for years and-oh, lemme correct, you've never been laid, so I, as your best friend, is simply concerned for the welfare of your dick," he reasons out one time when Jongin asks). Jongin chuckles simply in amusement. Although he seems to have taken it for granted at first, as the day of the meet-up comes closer, he still grows anxious, little by little.
"Do you think black shirts are bad?" is the first question Jongin asks pertaining to the meet-up. Which earns an excited grin on Luhan's face. And a hug. And probably tears of joy. Which can be fake as well because he's watching some documentary about abandoned cats on their cable TV.
"Black is beauty, Jongin," Luhan says with a sniff. “Like look at that black cat. Who in the world would abandon such a lovely pussy?”
Jongin ignores him.
The next few days, Jongin’s angst grows and his questions about his potential date’s preferences become more frequent: Do you think he likes green mangoes? If I wear the same clothes he saw me the first time, would it be weird? What if he kisses me, do I have to kiss back? Do you think hotdogs are awesome?
Luhan simply pats him on the back. “You can do this, my friend.”
“I’ve never dated anyone!”
“And I’m freaking out, oh my god!” Seokjin exclaims. He is jittery as he paces down the space next to his bed, shaking his hands in attempt to calm down but is pretty useless.
“You said it’s just a meet-up,” Yoongi rummages through their shared wardrobe and pulls a black polo. “This black Ralph Lauren is nice, you could wear this tomorrow?”
Seokjin stares at him and blinks. “Oh. God.”
“Yep. My fashion sense isn’t bad, right?”
“No,” Seokjin gasps then drops to a crouch, burying his face in his hands. “It’s tomorrow. I’m seeing him tomorrow!”
“Yes. You’re seeing the Jong something guy tomorrow, finally, and you’re gonna stop whining becau-KIM SEOKJIN DON’T CHEW ON MY BLANKETS!”
Seokjin arrives at the meeting place an hour before the agreed time. He's in a fancy but not too expensive restaurant along the avenue close to the train station where they first met. He’s more fidgety than last night, frequently jerking his legs up and down which earns a comment from Yoongi, watching Seokjin from afar with squinted eyes. He texts him, “Can you please stop doing that? You look like jerking off from behind.” Three seconds before Seokjin cranes his neck to his back and lowers his shades a bit, giving Yoongi a nervous look.
“Why are you even wearing shades? Where's the sun dude?" Yoongi asks, this time over the phone as he calls his edgy best friend.
“My eyebags are at my worst when I’m supposed to be at my best,” Seokjin answers with a muffled sob, pushing his lower lip to a horrible pout.
“You are overly dramatic,” Yoongi cringes and he makes sure Seokjin sees him.
But when the door chimes sound and somebody all too familiar to Seokjin appears by the restaurant entrance, Yoongi gasps, mumbling a quick “Good luck! Don’t fuckn fail this!” before dropping the call. Seokjin freezes on the outside, panics on the inside, a sharp intake of air almost sending him choking. His eyes grow wide, not that it’s visible behind almost pitch black shades.
It’s him! Seokjin exclaims in his head, taking his shades off his eyes. He fumbles on his pocket as he searches for his hanky to wipe sweaty hands but just as he successfully pulls it out, he jerks funnily in surprise, dropping the cloth on the floor when somebody stands next to his table and greets him.
“Hi,” Jongin speaks and Seokjin isn’t sure if he should find a bit of calm in the shaking of the other person’s voice. “Are you… uh, Kim Seokjin?”
Seokjin exhales, obvious with the way his broad shoulders rise in every nervous breath. “Y-yes. Kim Jongin?”
When Jongin’s lips curl into a relieved smile, Seokjin thinks he’s going to melt and be a disgusting puddle of giddiness and embarrassment on the floor. Jongin is wearing a simple grey polo shirt with black sleeves, skinny jeans and a pair of black sneakers. His hair is styled neatly though, combed to a side so he looks a lot younger. He even has a small backpack hanging loosely behind which makes the whole image confusingly adorably attractive. Seokjin may be mesmerized when he doesn’t peel his stare on Jongin’s face as he bends sideways in a clumsy way to reach for his fallen handkerchief.
“Hi,” Seokjin breathes out.
“Hello.”
“Yes. I’m…”
“Can I, uh, take a seat?”
“Oh my god I am sorry yes please take a seat make yourself comfortable maybe we should call the waiter now like uh are you hungry or thirsty this place is nice I hope you didn’t mind actually going here like you probably live somewhere far and I am kind of being a little selfish but I just really-”
When Jongin suddenly laughs, Seokjin mentally curses himself as he tries to survive another wave of shame, cheeks turning scarlet in embarrassment. It doesn’t help that he can actually see, in his peripheral vision, Yoongi slamming a hand on his forehead. So much for best friend support.
“It’s okay,” Jongin says with a shy smile. “I don’t live far from here anyway.”
Seokjin doesn’t make eye contact this time, face still red as he shies away while nodding in acknowledgment. “G-great. I thought I’ve been a bother. I’m…” He fidgets, hiding his trembling fingers under the tablecloth, fumbling on its lacy edges. “I’m sorry you know.”
“No! Don’t be sorry,” Jongin hurriedly says and he sounds alarmed. “It’s totally fine. With me. Like uh, I don’t, you know, really mind meeting you to be... honest.”
The way Jongin trails off shyly and lowers his voice makes Seokjin’s stomach flip and churn.
“That’s a relief,” Seokjin says as he begins to feel somehow comfortable with the situation. “Thank you though for noticing my sort of creepy blog post.”
“It’s amusing. And brave. And I also like your sketches,” Jongin says in a happier tone. He doesn’t let go of his smile and his eyes remain crinkled. Seokjin takes note of how cute they look.
Seokjin chuckles lightly, biting on his lower lip. “My sketches don’t do justice though.”
“I guess I have to agree about the sketches,” Jongin says quickly. Seokjin doesn’t know if he should take offense in it but then he is just too whipped he cannot bring himself to feel a tinge of hate on everything Jongin does. “Because uh…”
Jongin trails off again and his face are painted pink now. “You’re… a lot more handsome in real life.”
Seokjin’s lips part in disbelief. His heart is beating at a faster pace now and the rolls in his stomach are becoming more violent. Did he just hear it right? Did Jongin just think he’s handsome? Does this… does this…
“You’re… way more attractive,” Seokjin mumbles subconsciously. He panics for a moment but when Jongin laughs adorably, a hand over his mouth, he thinks there should be no reason to be scared at all. He’s basically confessed to Jongin since SeoulMateYehet.com’s been up, anyway, and he thinks saying things like this shouldn’t come as a surprise any longer.
“We’re not arguing over who’s more handsome right?” Jongin asks, raising a hand and mouths “Menu please” when the nearest waiter notices him.
Seokjin doesn’t answer. He simply keeps the curl of his lips. They’re off to a good start.
Yoongi manages to sneak out of the restaurant and watch Seokjin from the outside. He doesn’t text him anymore, not that Seokjin would actually check his phone because he’s obviously enjoying his future boyfriend’s company.
He heaves a sigh, closing his eyes in relief because his best friend’s doing well and he feels somewhat proud. He has his arms stretched in the air when he realizes somebody is standing to his left, staring at him with curious eyes. Feeling bothered, he slowly although awkwardly lowers his arms back to his sides and asks, “Uh, yes? Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Are you Kim Seokjin’s friend?”
The question takes Yoongi aback. Actually what takes him by surprise more is how good looking the other person is. He looks young, and pretty, too pretty he can be a would-bang-10/10 material.
“Y-yes. Why?” Yoongi answers cautiously.
Then the stranger smiles. “Great! Hi! I’m Luhan. I’m Jongin’s friend!”
He sounds excited for an introduction but Yoongi doesn’t mind. He bows his head awkwardly and when Luhan extends his arm, Yoongi reflexively reaches for it and shakes his hand.
“I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you, Luhan,” he says. “Uh…”
“I’m sorry if I surprised you,” Luhan begins when they let go of each other’s hands. “It’s not like I’m being protective of my best friend. It’s just that Jongin hasn’t dated anyone for ages.”
Yoongi laughs. “It’s okay. Seokjin, too. So you’re helping Jongin?”
Luhan nods. “Yeah. Sort of.”
Yoongi thinks he knows where this conversation is headed to. “Well, I don’t really have plans of helping Seokjin but he panics a lot so...”
“I can see that,” Luhan chuckles when he sees Seokjin almost spill a goblet of water. “Hey would you mind if we like tag-team so the two can like end up dating and finally get laid? Those two need a lot of help in my opinion."
There is a sharp “Aha!” at the back of Yoongi’s head. Of course he wouldn’t mind if that means he gets reasons to see Luhan a lot from now on. “No. Not really. That’s a nice idea actually.”
Luhan purses his lips and smiles. “Awesome.”
A/N:
1. Thanks to xxbbq for reading through the fic! ^o^ I owe you a lot oh my god.
2. Ree-senpie I am so sorry.
3. I tried to put the Suga/Luhan, too. Uh... yeah.
4. AGAIN I AM SO SORRY OMG