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writetomyheart2015-10-10 07:48 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-10-10 07:48 pm
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[team sonic] how good it could be
First words from Restart.
Title from Every Night by Hannah Diamond.
"Kiss me," Seungyoun says, sticking out his tongue and eyes flashing, like he thinks Yixuan won't do it. In fact, the way his eyes are sliding past Yixuan, already searching for the next target, the next drink to mix in his red plastic cup, he's positive Yixuan would never do it.
And normally he'd be right, that's the kicker. Yixuan doesn't kiss people in public, doesn't kiss his friends, heck, he doesn't kiss boys; there are a lot of things that Yixuan doesn't do but right now he might have had one beer too many, or it might be a combination of things, like his girlfriend, now ex, breaking up with him over the phone because he doesn't want to be another booty call when she's drunk, the way she implied that he was just a stiff prick, which would be more funny than annoying under different circumstances but it's a Friday evening and there's a kind of lonely ache lodged in the bottom of his chest, and rebounds are another thing that Yixuan doesn't do, but before he's even thinking, considering whether this is a good idea or bad idea or a terrible idea, he's reaching forward, catching Seungyoun by the wrist, and pressing his mouth to Seungyoun's.
Seungyoun lets out a startled gasp, and Yixuan's tongue slips between his lips, their warm breath mingling and he can taste the slight sourness of Seungyoung's mouth, he's been drinking tequila besides the beer, and something that tastes suspiciously like a Jägerbomb, but Yixuan somehow finds that he doesn't even care, as his fingers loosen from Seungyoun's wrist and his fingers reach up to tangle in Seungyoun's hair, the slight curl catching on his fingertips as he deepens the kiss, tipping his head as their lips move in surprised synchronicity, and Seungyoun is melting into him, slipping down to lean against the counter because they're standing in the kitchen at this house party; there's a faint plastic clatter as the red cup slips from his fingers, a faint wetness against Yixuan's leg but he doesn't care.
He doesn't kiss Seungyoun, but now he does, and he doesn't know why he's never tried it before.
Title from Every Night by Hannah Diamond.
"Kiss me," Seungyoun says, sticking out his tongue and eyes flashing, like he thinks Yixuan won't do it. In fact, the way his eyes are sliding past Yixuan, already searching for the next target, the next drink to mix in his red plastic cup, he's positive Yixuan would never do it.
And normally he'd be right, that's the kicker. Yixuan doesn't kiss people in public, doesn't kiss his friends, heck, he doesn't kiss boys; there are a lot of things that Yixuan doesn't do but right now he might have had one beer too many, or it might be a combination of things, like his girlfriend, now ex, breaking up with him over the phone because he doesn't want to be another booty call when she's drunk, the way she implied that he was just a stiff prick, which would be more funny than annoying under different circumstances but it's a Friday evening and there's a kind of lonely ache lodged in the bottom of his chest, and rebounds are another thing that Yixuan doesn't do, but before he's even thinking, considering whether this is a good idea or bad idea or a terrible idea, he's reaching forward, catching Seungyoun by the wrist, and pressing his mouth to Seungyoun's.
Seungyoun lets out a startled gasp, and Yixuan's tongue slips between his lips, their warm breath mingling and he can taste the slight sourness of Seungyoung's mouth, he's been drinking tequila besides the beer, and something that tastes suspiciously like a Jägerbomb, but Yixuan somehow finds that he doesn't even care, as his fingers loosen from Seungyoun's wrist and his fingers reach up to tangle in Seungyoun's hair, the slight curl catching on his fingertips as he deepens the kiss, tipping his head as their lips move in surprised synchronicity, and Seungyoun is melting into him, slipping down to lean against the counter because they're standing in the kitchen at this house party; there's a faint plastic clatter as the red cup slips from his fingers, a faint wetness against Yixuan's leg but he doesn't care.
He doesn't kiss Seungyoun, but now he does, and he doesn't know why he's never tried it before.
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... I'd reply more coherently, but I'm just a sudden puddle of feels
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