seventeen oneshots

shotgun kiss (verkwan)

LINK:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12329331

Summary:

Seungkwan's one night stands usually don't go like this.

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Seungkwan wakes up at noon, in a bed that isn't his.

He groans as he tries to roll over, but a heavy arm is snaked around his middle and holding him tight.

Shit, Seungkwan thinks. He vaguely remembers dancing and drinking with one specific boy half the night, abandoning Seokmin and the rest of his friends for an easy smile. He must have gone home with the boy - yes - Seungkwan remembers now, drunken stumbling through an unfamiliar dark apartment with hands under his shirt and lips on his neck.

Seungkwan sighs, trapped under the boy's unnaturally strong hold, and looks around the room. It's small and messy, clothes littering the floor and empty chip bags discarded atop the dresser. The walls are white underneath the many posters for foreign movies he's never heard of.

It's so unlike his own tidy, room with it's bright blue walls and girl group posters, it's almost funny. Seungkwan never really expects much besides performance in bed from his one night stands, he holds out no hopes of common interests besides fucking , but this is almost too much for him.

Seungkwan's gaze lands on pretty glass object on the windowsill, and it takes a moment for him to place it.

Oh, Seungkwan thinks when it finally clicks. Shit. What kind of guy did he go home with last night?

The arm around his waist pulls him closer again, and there's hot breath on Seungkwan's neck. "Morning," the boy mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

Seungkwan bites his bottom lip, suddenly hyper aware of not only his nakedness, but also that of the boy pressed into him from behind. It's a far more intimate position than Seungkwan's used to from one night stands.

"It's noon," he says. "Almost one."

The boy chuckles, chest vibrating into Seungkwan's back. "Well, good afternoon then. Do you want coffee?"

Seungkwan doesn't particularly want to stay and make awkward small talk over coffee, exchanging small facts before heading home in last night's clothes. It's embarrassing, unnecessary - he's usually gone in the morning before his bedmate wakes up just to avoid such things. He doesn't like being faced with the often ugly truths of the men he sleeps with, he just would rather not know. Seungkwan's only there for the sex, he doesn't want anything beyond that from them - and from what he can tell about last night's choice, they really do not have much in common.

"Or breakfast? I can order take out," the boy says finally releasing Seungkwan from his grip and sitting up. "My treat."

Shit, Seungkwan thinks again. He's about to break his golden rule, but he's a student and free food is free food .

"Okay," he says, sitting up in bed too, looking around for his clothes.

"Here," the boy says reaching for a t-shirt from the floor, handing it to Seungkwan. "It's clean, I promise."

Seungkwan takes it, and gives a small smile in thanks.

"I'll go start the coffee. The bathroom is to the right."

"Okay," Seungkwan says again. He's never done this before, it's uncharted territory and as confident as he is pulling handsome boys into bed, he's just as unsure in doing anything after they're done all that.