Desire (ATEEZ Boy x Boy Oneshots Book II)

M | Fate | Seonghwa x Yeosang

Requested by hermoonstar

The air around town smelled polluted and dirty, but Yeosang opted to take it in rather than the stuffy hot air of his apartment any day.

He was a producer. One that worked at home instead of the studio. He liked his home but frequently remained there for too long, and it felt like his lungs closed up in stress.

So Yeosang takes walks downtown. Many times alone. Sometimes with a friend.

But this evening, he felt daring. He felt like taking a break. Yeosang wanted to flip work off and say 'Fuck you' in its face.

Yeah, he happened to do it today.

Now his mind felt clean and clear of the stress holding him down. Tonight he was going to relax and...

Oh. He's standing across the street from a bar.

A drink or two wouldn't hurt, right?

But deep in Yeosang's mind, he knew he would eventually end up in someone else's home, or alone in his own home the next morning.

He shrugged it off and pulled the dark oak door to enter.

"Yeosang!" the bartender called. He waved Yeosang over. "How are you?"

Yeosang chuckled and sat down. He pulled out a relatively thick stack of money and placed it on the counter. "You know my drink."

The bar seemed pretty empty today — not as many clients right now for a Saturday.

Yeosang's eyes scanned over the interior. Middle-aged men gathered around an old but sturdy television in the corner. Young couples were sitting in booths facing each other, sharing a basket of chicken in the middle or drinking from their glasses. Yeosang could practically see sparkles in their eyes as they laughed.

He desired to feel that way towards someone. As of now, he's never seen that look or given it before to anyone. That's because he's looking for the perfect person to share it with.

Who? Yeosang wasn't sure. But he knew, from the red thread of fate around his finger, that he would find out when the time came.

Yeosang turned back and hunched over the bar top. Not a minute later did the door slam open, shaking the mini bells attatched.

About four men entered, too absorbed in their fit of giggles. Yeah, Yeosang said giggles. There was no chance in hell these guys were from a mature upbringing.

A low whistle came from one of them as they sat on each side of Yeosang's stool.

"What's up?"

Yeosang turned to meet his face with a sly smile. "Hey," he replied in a similar tone.

The man didn't look so bad, Yeosang could admit. His black hair fell nicely over his wide, glossy eyes.

"You're cute," he added. Yeosang caught from beside the man and behind him, three fits of stifling giggles. Fucking men...

"I know, but thanks for the compliment." Yeosang turned back to his glass and rolled his eyes. He's heard it so many times already.

"Damn, Wooyoung. You gotta do better," someone to the other side called.

"Show me then," Yeosang challenged. The pink-haired man blinked. Then a smirk appeared.

"Roses are red. Violets are fine. You be the 6. I'll be the 9," he shamelessly stated. "I'm San."

Yeosang had to turn away... so as not to throw up. It took all his strength not to get up and leave his drinks there.

"San..." the one beside him trailed off, facepalming.