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open to all & any !!
‘ i’m not very good at cooking, if you haven’t noticed . . . ’ seongmin’s voice trails off and he laughs, the anxiety that’s been building in the pit of his stomach has finally toppled over, causing him to accidentally burn the steaks he had been trying desperately to prepare for the pair. ‘ i really wanted to suprise you, since you’re always busy and stressed, and i know normally you do the cooking or we order out, but— ’ a sigh falls from his parted petals that wrap around a straw that he begins to chew. ‘ i’ll just order the pizza, i’m sorry. ’
hearthseek:
‘ i have noticed. ’ nathan’s words were soft as his tone also had a warm edge to it. maybe even for the first time. not many people took the time out to actually prepare something this nice to him. if it wasn’t for his brother or best friend, there would be no one. so it’s appreciated that seongmin tried. ‘ this is great. don’t order the pizza. ’ nathan said, quickly grabbing him by the wrist to stop any possible movements that might come next. the mutant looks into the other’s eyes while wearing a smile. a rare sight to see. ‘ we can just cut out the burnt parts and eat the rest. it will be okay. ’
when his wrist is tugged, he stops completely in his tracks to mee the gaze of nathan’s. for a moment, he’s silent. palms sweat, cheeks cascading a rather dark shade of crimson. it’s not tough to make seongmin blush, or flustered like this. though it feels different when it is due to the latter. ‘ um, no, no it’s okay! don’t worry about it. it won’t hurt my feelings too much if we toss it out. ’ seongmin feels though, that this is not an option. it’s beyond their control at this point, so instead they leave the steaks on the cutting board and reach for the knives, then pauses. ‘ actually, maybe . . . maybe you should cut these? or perhaps, guide my hands? my cognitive abilities are quite off, i might tear them to shreds. ’
hearthseek:
mostly nathan is used to being used. especially for pleasure. however, things were all so different with seongmin. how did they end up like this ?? a question for centuries to come. but nathan was not going to blow this up. not this one. ‘ not too much but it will hurt them slightly. ’ he was only smiling playfully to him rather than trying to jab at him. nathan wasn’t the best with knives but since they hadn’t had that long conversation yet, he just decided to suck it up and play it off. ‘ here, let me help. ’ he nodded and placed himself right behind the other. his hands very gently held seongmin’s, cupping them over to move the knife smoothly against the steak. ‘ see ?? not so hard. ’ but instead of letting go, he kept on repeating it until the steaks were all cleared away from their burnt parts.
seongmin wasn’t used to such domestic behaviour, typically when there is some sort of companionship, their role is mainly fulfilled in the bedroom, this would lead to very dark thoughts on seongmin’s part, on whether or not he was worthy of anything but having his face pushed against a pillow. but here, cooking for nathan, albeit terrible so— they feel a small sense of purpose, or belonging. ‘ no, not so hard, maybe. ’ his breath hitches in his throat at the softest of gestures, the smoothness of the other’s hands on his, gliding the knife. typically, seongmin had issues with sharp objects, more specifically, with knives. he can count on one hand where he’s allowed himself to use one, this time being the fifth. that he keeps to himself, though. ‘ okay, so i guess my cooking wasn’t too bad, right? are the steaks still edible? ’ they ask, dropping the knife into the sink immediately, then turn to face nathan.
hearthseek:
if there was one thing they certainly had in common, it was the fact that they bought found their worth only in the bedroom and nowhere else. but it looked as if they were ready to teach each other how to take care of one another without feeling the need to be used. at least that’s what nathan thinks but he also doesn’t want to get his hopes too high. he let go of seongmin’s hand gently and looked at the steaks. ‘ they are okay, yes. ’ he nodded. ‘ we can eat them now. your cooking wasn’t bad. you just chose something very hard to cook for your first tries. ’ the mutant assured while holding his hand out to tenderly caress the side of his face with his thumb.
there’s something about the way nathan looks back at seongmin that has his stomach both in knots, and a flutter. they’ve been near each other possibly over a hundred times, and yet it feels as though this is the first time he’s gotten to take a look at him. and really, look at him. this action alone, along with the caressing of his cheek, burns his face a bright shade of crimson, and they can’t help the soft sigh that comes in retaliation. ‘ you can say i am . . . ambitious. i always am up for a challenge, i really thought i’d do okay. ’ it’s probably not the best idea to put your worth solely on how well you can complete tasks, or in the amount of affection, no matter the kind. but it’s tough to not put themselves into this way of living, it’s a default; seongmin can’t break the habit. ‘ i guess if there is a next time . . . i’ll just make something that doesn’t require heat or the stove. ’ there’s a brief moment of silence, seongmin takes his time staring back into the other’s eyes, enjoying the hues and the glimmer of light reflection. he realises he’s been gawking, so he pulls away, using his utensils to grab a piece of steak to chew on, the rubbery texture gives him time to rework his thoughts.
oxidizeds:
open to: any gender !! based on: the third bullet of this post / can go either in a good terms or an angst route idm !
after what felt like fifty years almost two hours of being cooped up at his desk in his thrown together bedroom, logan was beginning to get a little bit stir crazy. while it was mostly his own fault for willingly deciding to pick his small quarters as his designated safe zone while his roommate had a date over, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit personally tortured as the clock struck ten. realistically, he doubted the other would have had any problem with him exiting his room to secure a snack or two, but given their previous.. circumstances, he wanted to spare them the awkward explanation that his presence would probably require. it wasn’t until he heard the apartment’s front door close that he assumed that their prolonged date had finally reached its end, causing him to scramble to his feet in a desperate attempt at an escape from the dorm-like room. after securing a long-awaited snack, he cautiously headed towards the other’s bedroom, which fit the proper definition of the term. lazily leaning against the doorframe, he popped a cheez-it into his mouth with a raised eyebrow. “so? what’s the jury’s verdict?”
perhaps this was seongmin’s way of coping, having a different person over nearly once a week. it had been a rough few months since their breakup, and though he’s not feeling hard enough feelings to move out, he does feel as though he might crumble if they share another awkward glance after a part has left for the night. even if they wanted to leave and end this . . . roommate situation, he couldn’t. neither one made nearly enough money to pay for the expenses of living alone. seongmin was not going to move back in with his mother, he swore that to himself the second they left. after sending off this night’s date, he tosses himself back onto his mattress and lets out a bellowing sigh, eyes fixated on the ceiling, unaware that he had been barely breathing until he hears logan’s voice. ‘ uh, inconclusive. ’ they offer an anxious laugh, arms cross over their body. ‘ couldn’t . . . perform. so she left. ’ in all honestly, it had been becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore the fact that he was allowing another to touch him, let alone inside the apartment he was meant to share with logan. he choked, right in the middle of making out his date, too anxious to take anything further. which was the case for most of his nightly visits with strangers. there’s only been one time he was able to get lost, but that was more so due to the drugs that were brought for them to dabble in. ‘ you can leave the crawl space now, i know it’s difficult to be so . . . closed up when you’re working as you do. ’
anti-rcmantic:
“ oh , come on ! they don’t look that bad at all ! “ always positive, always cheerful – jae shoots one of his signature toothy grins in seongmin’s direction as reassurance to his words. “ seongminnnn … “ his tone is playfully whiney and a slight pout forms on his lips. “ you don’t have to apologize ! really , it’s not a big deal at all . like … i don’t think anyone’s ever even attempted to cook for me before – it’s sweet . “ he nods, “ plus ! you know what they say … it’s the thought that counts , right ? … hm – why don’t we just … “ the slightly smaller male trails off as he slides over and opens the stainless steel fridge. “ aha ! look , there’s plenty of stuff here ! we can cook something else , together . what do you say ? “
seongmin’s hands remove from his face, revealing the bright red shade that has taken home against the apples of their cheeks. the cheerfulness coming from jae wasn’t surprising, he’s normally like this, though there’s always a part of them that wonders what he’s liked when he’s alone. ‘ no one has cooked for you before, and the one time they do, it’s fucked up. how shitty, am i right? ’ they give a teasing tone, shoulders finally laxing when they feel more at ease. ‘ you know what? i don’t know why i didn’t think of doing that instead. together, yeah? ’ just the thought of creating something, anything, even if it’s food— brings the utmost feeling of joy to seongmin’s bones. he joins the other at the fridge, scanning the ingredients. ‘ does anything come to mind? that i won’t fuck up? ’
aesthetekids:
angelo lets out a huff of laughter when he hears seongmin’s comment , lips curved upwards in a smile and eyes looking at the other with fondness and appreciation . despite the outcome , he never expected this welcome gift from the other and the thought that seongmin wanted to do this for him was sweet . he lingers towards the other slowly before wrapping both arms around his waist . “ hey , it’s okay . it’s cute that you did this for me , thanks seongmin . ” he assures giving a warm smile ; not liking the hint of disappointment in the other’s tone . “ do you want to try again ? i’ll help you — we can make it a bonding activity . ” angelo suggests , cracking a lazy smile at the other .
the arms around his waist bring him out of his short lived funk, bright, big doe eyes dart from the ground to angelo’s, cheeks turning the faintest bit of pink. with their arms around his neck, fingers slide into the ends of his hair. ‘ i’m glad you don’t see it as a total failure, i did try my best. however, my best apparently is not good enough for myself. ’ there’s a hint of a teasing tone in their voice, he quickly adds, ‘ a bonding activity? you honestly don’t have to ask me more than once, i would love to. perhaps you can show me where i’ve gone wrong? ’ there’s a look of hope and wonder now in seongmin’s eyes, the corners of their lips curl into a smile.
open to any & all !!
‘ well, was it worth it? ’ seongmin asks, eyes permanently boring into his own fits. clenched and red, he plays with the few rings he’s got on. one of them being a promise he had received from the other. they’ve got half a mind to take it off and toss it, but he’s used to being the bigger person. ‘ tell me, honestly. was a night with them worth losing a future with me? ’ just like that, he’s decided he’s done with their relationship. two years, down the drain. just like that? he pulls off the promise ring after all, though instead of tossing it across the river, he places it in the other open hands.
oxidizeds:
once the tone of seongmin’s laugh registered, it began to click in logan’s head that maybe he should’ve waited a bit before darkening their door like so. granted, he had been aching for some sort of human interaction, but that didn’t erase how selfish bombarding them directly after his date was. the feeling of guilt only rose at the mention of why the date ended, forcing him to silently accept the fact. he didn’t want to appear as though he was judging seongmin; he would never dare to, after everything they had been through. if anything, logan would have been in the same boat, but he didn’t have the –– for lack of a better term –– balls to attempt move on with another person in any form. even if he had, he doubted he’d be able to fully go for it if his ex was sitting a room away, too. it had been a while, sure, but any potential suitors fell flat when compared to seongmin. so, as a default, lonesome nights became the new normal. did this new normal erase the thought of seongmin’s room once being theirs, together, whenever he passed by? no, of course not. but he was working on it, along with cracking their case. of course, his business was in no shape or form logan’s, but it did not stop him from worrying about him. he could act like he did not know what was going on for their sake, but he wasn’t blind. at his words, logan simply shook his head before letting a shrug roll of his shoulders, “nah, you don’t have to worry about me. i chose to hangout in there, so i gotta deal with the consequences.” he paused for a moment, eyes drifting towards the red box in his hands as he looked for his next words, trying to avoid sounding egocentric as he spoke. “i’m sorry for hanging around tonight, or if it made it weird for you, or anything. that wasn’t my intention, i promise.”
the softness in logan’s voice made seongmin’s sink, wrenching, it was hard to not picture him as if he was coming home to him again, shitty movie in hand, when they’d spend the night discussing and cuddling. it’s tough for them to stay seated, not jump to their feet to greet him with a hug, and technically speaking, perhaps he could. it had been awhile since they parted ways. this had become their new normal, but given their history, and how the split still sit well within seongmin-- it probably isn’t a good idea to go around and inviting the other in for such an intimate gesture. or rather, it felt more intimate because it was logan. had it always been that way? dark doe eyes dart to their lips, where they settle, taking in the state of his nervousness. had he been the cause for this? had he somehow upset logan, again? he’s overthinking now, his fists ball and tuck beneath his own shirt, a habit he’s learned early on in his childhood. ‘ i think that’s the last of . . . my dates, if you want to move back in here. ’ eyes widen, he’s quick to explain himself. ‘ i mean, for your work stuff. i didn’t mean-- ’ their face turns bright red now, fists beneath his shirt clenching hard enough that he can feel them numbing. a deep breath is taken. ‘ no, it’s not you. you didn’t cause any of the issues i faced tonight . . . i don’t want you thinking that. ’ partially true, while his mind had been on logan, who sat only meters away, it was his own thoughts of failure and guilt that got him down. had he been able to not picture logan but rather, the woman on top of him, it might have worked. maybe. but seongmin’s already not the random sex type, but he’s depressed and stressed ; figured it might good to give it a go. since it hasn’t worked, he’s done trying, and makes a mental note in the back of their brain to stop avoiding his true feelings. he isn’t over logan, and even so, no one else could compare. ‘ did you want to watch something, maybe? ’