seventeen oneshots

Cigarette (meanie)

LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11932014?view_adult=true

Summary:

The smell of your pastel breathing makes me love you even more.

Wonwoo hates smoke. But maybe, just maybe, he can make an exception. Just this once.

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Wonwoo was a simple man. He didn't really hate anything. He liked all sorts of food, music, poetry, and people. But, if he had to choose one thing he hated, it would be cigarettes.

The smell of cigarettes, the look of cigarettes, the thought of cigarettes. Wonwoo hated it all.

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"Wonwoo-ah, don't be such a wet blanket. Stop sulking and have something to drink."

"Shut up Joshua." Wonwoo sighed. "You're drunk and I don't feel like drinking right now."

"Ya, Jeon Wonwoo," Seokmin draped a hand over his shoulder and leaned a little too close, making him cringe at the burning smell of alcohol on his lips. "Did you just drop the honorifics? When I'm sober, I'll kick your ass. " Joshua snorted in response and Seokmin threw his head back and laughed, probably already thinking of something irrelevant to what was happening.

Wonwoo just closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. This was not what he pictured his Saturday night to be, with two drunk guys he had known since they were in diapers and a pounding headache that didn't seem to leave no matter how hard he tried.

"We've never used honorifics. And I can do what I want, you won't be able to remember any of this tomorrow morning because all you will know is that you feel like dying, so I'll take the risk." Wonwoo spat at them, immediately feeling guilty as they both stared back with mirrored confused expressions, but the momentary soberness was quickly replaced by drunken snickers even before he could say the word 'drunk'.

"Why are you so sad today, anyway?" Joshua's parental instincts kicked in even in his drunken state, calming himself down from the very long giggle session he had with Seokmin. "Did something happen?"

"Got fired?" Seokmin suggested as he downed his upteenth shot of tequila.

"I can't fire myself."

"The girlfriend broke up with you?"

"Seokmin, I'm gay."

"You forgot the pancakes on the stove?"

"That makes zero sense." Wonwoo rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time at the other boy. "I'm just not in the mood to drink, I've got a really bad headache. I think I'll just step outside for a bit for some fresh air." He hopped off the bar stool, ignoring Seokmin's drunken laughter at Joshua falling off his chair from behind.

He stepped out into the biting air, immediately stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jacket in an effort to keep warm. He looked up at the night sky and closed his eyes.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe i-

"Sorry, do you have a lighter on you?"

Wonwoo jumped up at the sudden contact from the stranger behind him, and turned around to see who was addressing him.

A guy, slightly taller than himself, was looking at him with dark eyes, cheeks tinted a faint pink from the merciless wind. His hair the exact shade of black ink, looking softer than Wonwoo's would ever be. His lips extraordinarily pink, his face extraordinarily beautiful, he looked like some kind of angel. But, what kind of angel would be at a shitty bar at about one in the morning?