Strangers (Xiuchen)

Strangers

Inspired by Halseys song "Strangers"
(I request you listen to it while reading)

-Nobody quite knew what the two of them were. Most people didn't even know they existed. And yeah, maybe there really was no 'they''.
Maybe they were just two people who didn't fit and didn't belong to each other. It must be that way, because they never spoke to each other, other than on the rare occasions they saw each other. They didn't do all this things that couples did, no kisses, no loving hugs, so yes, they really were no couple. Maybe it was just a physicall attraction, nothing worth bringing further to begin with.-

Minseok was lying next to Jongdae who was still a bit sweaty but sleeping, looking quite angelic to be honest. Minseok loved it when the youngers hair was a bit damp and sticking to his forehead, it made the light curls, that his hair indeed had, show. Jongdae tried to flatten them out, not liking them, but Minseok did. Whenever Jongdae would try to flatten his hair Minseok would ruffle it. And his lashes, they touched his cheeks, shining like silver in the moonlight. But Minseok was thinking this because he was a little tipsy and tired. He groaned as he swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He really didn't want to leave the mulberry silk sheets. It was another trait of Jongdae, he loved silk sheets. Minseok was actually sorry for messing them up everytime he came over (and he came over quite often lately). Like always, he didn't listen to the voice that told him to stay with the boy, who had skin just as soft as the sheets underneath him and stood up. He searched for his clothes in the dark, hoping he wasn't accidentally putting on Jongdae's underwear instead of his own. Grabbing his phone and checking the time he sighed, it was 02:30. Not really a good time to walk home alone. But what could he do. He tiptoed to the door of Jongdae's bedroom, giving a last glance back at the brown haired man on the black silk sheets. His skin had a blueish glowing tone in the moonlight. Minseok thought about tucking him in, because he could catch a cold lying in there sweaty but it was warm in the room, so he left him like that. He made his way to the door without stumbling over music papers or other stuff that littered Jongdae's floor. The younger wasn't half as neat of a person as Minseok was.

He stepped out into the hallway, into the unpleasant smell of cleaning agent and the warm lights of a small chandelier. His shoes clacked on the floor as it changed to polished marble instead of soft carpet. Was it even marble? He had no interest in floor coverings at all but he was pretty sure this place couldn't afford marble. Although he always felt like he was leaving a expensive hotelroom when he left Jongdae's appartment.

As the elevator dropped him off in the Lobby of the appartment complex, he had to face the aggrivating task to get pass the night watchman at the front desk. The man always looked at him like he was worth shit. Minseok sure knew he looked provocative and unusual with his orange hair, ripped jeans and the see-through shirt. But it was not like he had ever given the man a reason to dislike him. It was probably just the fact that he came out of Kim Jongdae's appartment with mussed up hair at half past three at night. And the watchman would better keep his mouth shut about this. A nightclub dancer sleeping with a well known singer weren't really news that should spread. It wouldn't be good for Jongdae's career.

After getting a really judging onceover from the watchman and asking polietly for the door to be unlocked, he finally stepped out into the cold night air. He looked back up at the nice building while walking away. Did he enjoy coming here? He wasn't sure.

His phone rang, distracting him. He had to fumble about a bit until he got it out of the backpoket of his tight jeans.

"Yeah?" he breathed out, forming little steam clouds in the cold air with his breath.

"Where are you?" the quite annoyed voice of Byun Baekhyun rang through the speakers.

"Uh, out... why?"