Seungjin Oneshots

Deal

Hyunjin carefully slid the jewelry box across the table, its weight shifting as it was nudged forward. It was a simple wooden box, inlaid with mother-of-pearl and a delicate golden latch. He'd chosen it because it reminded him of Seungmin's favorite fairytale, the one about the princess who locked away her heart in a box, guarding it from potential suitors. Hyunjin had always found the story a bit melancholic, but Seungmin insisted it was romantic.

He'd found the box in a small antique shop downtown, feeling drawn to its simplicity and the story it told. Now, he hoped it would be enough to convince Seungmin to make a deal with him.

Seungmin's eyes widened as he saw the box, his expression shifting from curiosity to suspicion. "What's this?" he asked, reaching out to touch the lid before pulling his hand back.

"I've been thinking," Hyunjin began, his voice soft. "About us, and about our future. I want us to be together, Seungmin. More than anything." He paused, his throat tight. "I know we've had our differences, but I want to find a way to make it work. To make us work."

Seungmin's expression turned wary. "What do you want, Hyun?" he asked, carefully. "Because I've heard this before, and it never ends well."

Hyunjin leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I just want us to be happy," he said, a little more softly. "And if that means I have to do something for you in return... well, I'm willing to make a deal."

He paused, searching Seungmin's face for any sign of agreement or understanding. When he didn't find it, he continued. "Well, if I buy you your favorite food everyday, you'll have to do... certain things for me."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Seungmin swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly as he considered the offer. "What kind of things?" he asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin smiled, a little sadly. "Things that will make us closer. Things that will remind us of why we love each other, and why we should try to make this work." He reached across the table, taking Seungmin's hand in his own. "I just want us to be happy, babe. Together."

Seungmin looked into Hyunjin's eyes, searching for sincerity. He didn't want to believe that this was just another manipulation, another attempt to control him. But something about the way Hyunjin was looking at him, the way he was holding his hand... it made him feel a little bit more hopeful. "Okay," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, I'll think about it."

(We all love some angst, don't we?)

And then, before either of them could react, Hyunjin's face contorted into a snarl. His grip on Seungmin's wrist tightened, and before Seungmin could even process what was happening, he felt himself pinned to the wall. "You'll think about it?" he growled. "You'll think about it? Is that what you're saying to me? You'll think about it?"

Seungmin's eyes went wide with shock and pain as he struggled against Hyunjin's strength. "H-Hyunie," he stammered, his voice breaking. "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing this because I want you to understand," Hyunjin hissed, his face mere inches from Seungmin's. "I'm doing this because I want you to know how much I need you to make a decision. I'm doing this because I love you, and I can't take this anymore."

His words were like a slap across Seungmin's face, and for a moment, all he could feel was the pain and the confusion. He wanted to tell Hyunjin that he loved him too, that he would think about it, that he would do anything to make this work. But the words seemed to catch in his throat, and all that came out was a strangled sob.

Hyunjin's grip loosened ever so slightly, and Seungmin felt himself slide down the wall to the floor, his back hitting the cold tile with a sharp jolt. He curled into himself, wrapping his arms around his knees, trying to find some small measure of comfort in the midst of the chaos.

Around them, the world seemed to go on as if nothing had happened. The music still played, the laughter still rang out from the other tables. But for Seungmin, everything had changed. He didn't know what to think, what to feel. He just knew that he couldn't stay here, couldn't be near Hyunjin right now.

He stood up unsteadily, his vision blurry with tears. "I need some air," he managed to choke out, and without waiting for a response, he turned and hurried away from their table. He didn't look back, didn't dare to hope that Hyunjin would follow. All he could do was focus on putting one foot in front of the other, on making it through this night without completely falling apart.