Doyoung was not happy. He was dragged to a fucking club when he just wanted to stay home and hotbox his apartment on a Friday night, but no, his best friend Jaehyun decided to rally all their friends together and go out drinking and dancing the night away.
Being an art college kid was tough, but even worse since he can't seem to find enough time to sleep or relax without having to do an assignment or being talked into partying. Doyoung wasn’t the type of person to party, but he only did it because he was so whipped for his roommate. He would much rather just go outside and smoke a cigarette or go home and get high.
He watched the crowd, sipping on his peach vodka. He just watched as Jaehyun’s friends all grinded on each other, kissing, dancing, and just generally having a good time. He watched as Jaehyun clung to some tall guy around his age as they walked into the bathroom together.
Doyoung grimaced at the sight, trying to get the sight of his crush and roommate going to fuck someone else in the bathroom out of his head. “You okay, honey?” The bartender, Seulgi, questioned. Doyoung looked back and tried to smile at her. “Uh, I’m fine, I guess.” Doyoung mumbled. Seulgi passed him a bottle of water, “I think this will help a little.”
“Thanks, Seulgi.” Doyoung immediately opened the cap and downed half of the bottle in one go. Seulgi smiled and turned back to finish up clearing bottles and cups that were left on the bar. “You should go outside, get some fresh air. I’ll come get you if your friends decide to leave.”
If this club had one saving grace, it was Seulgi. Her and Doyoung have classes together, and they've built a steady friendship on making fun of their professors. She was the only one who seemed to understand Doyoung’s hatred of going out, which is ironic since she works at one of the most popular clubs in the city.
At that moment, Jaehyun came staggering out of the bathroom, hair messed up and zipper still down.
Doyoung gulped, averting his eyes. He didn't even have the energy to be salty or even slightly irritated like usual. He was just too drained to even try. “Okay, thanks again Seulgi.” She followed his previous gaze then frowned. “I got you, Doyoung.”
Doyoung stood up, legs a little wobbly, and made a beeline to the front door. He didn't want to see his infatuation with another man. It hurt him so much.
He stepped outside, breathing in fresh air (or at least how fresh a city’s air can get). Doyoung sighed, turning the corner of the building to sit on a bench. It was all just becoming too much.
He pulled a pack of Marlboros out of his jacket and lit a cigarette, inhaling and leaning his head back to watch the sky. He exhaled, watching the smoke fly up into the sky. I wish I could fly away too. Doyoung thought to himself.
The wind picked up suddenly, and clouds rolled over the moon. The previously fairly clear sky was now darkened and the air was dry.
“Want some company?”
Doyoung looked up and nearly gasped, dropping his cigarette.
The man he was looking at was unlike any he’s seen before. Big, doe-like eyes boring into his, as if he knew Doyoung inside out with one look. High cheekbones and pouty lips framed by a strong jawline and soft silver hair. The man was a little shorter than he was, and was very thin, as if he was one of the branches being carried away by the wind. His tiny body was clad in a slightly oversized gray sweater and ripped black skinny jeans with red Vans, and as if Doyoung couldn't be more in love, he wore two chokers on his neck, one a thin silver cord with a red stone in the middle, the other a simple black band with a rose pattern.
“Uh-uh, yeah, you can sit.” Doyoung stammered, not really sure what to say to this beauty. The man simply smiled and sat next to him on the bench.
The man radiated warmth but also something kind of unsettling, but Doyoung didn’t know what to call it. He didn’t know what it was, but he still felt sort of at home with the stranger. In a haunted house, or something. The man looked at him and a look of concern danced across his face. “What’s wrong?”
Doyoung blinked, not really sure what to say. “I’m just feeling… Weird.” The man reached and took his hand, startling Doyoung. “Want to talk about it?”
“Uh… I think my roommate doesn’t like me or something like that… It’s just bothering me.” Doyoung murmured, wrapping his hand around the man’s smaller one. The stranger nodded and looked at the crowd of drunk people staggering outside. “Is he out here?”
“I don’t know really, I just came out here to get out of that whole area.” Doyoung caught himself staring at the stranger’s profile, the man’s strong jawline contrasting with his soft eyes that look out at the club entrance. “I just feel like I’m not good enough sometimes.”
He felt himself being pulled up by the stranger and suddenly, felt himself being held. The man wrapped his arms around him, and Doyoung felt blood rush to his cheeks. “Listen,” The stranger whispered. “You are good enough. I can tell from just talking to you right now.”
“Thank you,” Doyoung stammered, not sure what to say to this work of art in front of him. The stranger pulled away slightly, smiling brightly at him. “You’re gorgeous!” Doyoung blurted. He mentally slapped himself. Why is he so awkward around this stranger? If it was anyone else he would have told them to fuck off right when he sat down next to him.
The man looked away shyly, blushing. “Thank you…” He murmured.
The clouds started billowing in, nighttime animals making their noises and running. The air turned thin, and distant chimes began to ring.
“C-can I kiss you?” Doyoung stuttered.
The stranger pulled him into a kiss, almost standing on his toes. It was soft, and sweet. Contrasting with the wind quickly picking up and beginning to ruffle their hair.
The man’s lips moved gently with Doyoung’s, and he slowly wrapped his arms around Doyoung’s neck. Doyoung quickly moved to wrap his arms around the man’s waist, pulling him close. The stranger sighed into the kiss, in perfect time with the sighing wind around them.
“Yo Doyoung! Get it!”
Jaehyun’s voice rang out. Doyoung pulled away and turned around to look at his roommate, still holding the man’s hand. Jaehyun motioned for Doyoung to come over to where he was probably waiting for his Uber.
“Go. It’s okay.” The man smiled sheepishly. Squeezing his hand, the stranger let Doyoung go.
Doyoung glanced at him to make sure, and only saw the man motioning for him to go. Doyoung smiled at him one last time and walked towards Jaehyun.
Jaehyun was still obviously wasted, arm around the waist of some girl that came with them. “Hey, buddy!” He slurred. “Who was that guy?” Doyoung turned around to call the stranger over, but he was gone.
The wind stopped, and the skies cleared.