| District 9 | STRAY KIDS SHIPS

This Was Him// Seungjin

A honk of a car and sweet whispers that Seungmin didn't recognize filled his head, overlapping each other until there was nothing but the sound of his breath and the gentle touch of warm fingers pressed faintly to the back of his neck. Seungmin didn't get to see who the voices and touches belonged to, but he would forever be grateful for them, even if he hadn't remembered them in the morning.

Everything spun around Seungmin's head, the cold air of the early morning breathing into his lungs the moment his mouth shot open and his head lifted off of the ground. He no longer kneeled in the parking lot underneath the midnight moon but was laying on the cool grass of a park lot, not too far away from the school, under the early morning sun. His mouth fell agape as if a groan were supposed to escape but it only bubbled up in his throat and died the moment it hit his tongue. The boy managed to lift himself up so he could fully look around, knees aching at the mere touch of his hands.

His eyes blinked for a moment, not fully able to feel the movement of them in his sockets, but Seungmin was more curious as to how he ended up here rather than in the middle of an alley or the parking lot than the numb feeling of his upper face. Seungmin didn't remember much from last night, not even the parking lot he had ended up in at the end of the night. The only thing that left a trace in the back of his head had been the feeling of fingers on his neck and hushed whispers against his ear. It was as if the mere touch of this person had an electric shock to it, leaving behind permanent marks on anything that had the experience of being touched. Seungmin didn't enjoy the slight dampness behind his ear that didn't seem to go away, especially after rubbing furiously against the skin and the soft lips that seemed to linger on the shell of his ear.

The thought of it sent shivers down Seungmin's spine and he began to wonder if the person calmed him to sleep just to take advantage of him, but there had been no signs of that being the case. So, had the person just dropped him off in the park because he didn't know where he lived? It's not as if Seungmin could have answered him even if he had been awake. He hadn't spoken in four years.

Soft vibrations shot up Seungmin's lower half from the old, useless phone in the back of his pocket. Seungmin huffed and pulled it out before falling back against the grass and opening the many text messages he's received.

Maknae: Hey where are you??

Maknae: Hyung, I stg if you decided not to show up again today >:(

Maknae: Hyuuunnggg, Answer me! :((((

Maknae: Ok fine, I'll just assume you're asleep and not feeling well for the sake of your face later :D

Seungmin couldn't help but roll his eyes and breathe slightly heavier in amusement at his... friend's? Concern and threats. Jeongin was always a little too extra for his own good but he made up for the lack of enthusiasm on Seungmin's part. The two weren't really that close though. Due to Seungmin's lack of speech, no one bothered getting to know him and talk to him, all except Jeongin, the school's favorite talker. Jeongin got along with everyone, always managing to put a smile on their faces. He was a good kid so Seungmin wondered why he spent so much wasted time on the elder when Jeongin could be off doing his own thing.

Mother: Whenever you feel like coming home and being normal for once in your life, there's food in the fridge. Your stuff is on the porch in the meantime.

If Seungmin could be worried, he probably would be; his blood would have ran hot and all color would have left his face but none of that happened. Seungmin just lifted himself off of the ground and made his way home to pick up his things. Unfortunately for Seungmin, he didn't remember the walk back very much. His head was still spinning from the events of the night before and he was stuck in this internal loop of hearing his mother's screeches and the unknown whispers that seemingly calmed him down into a sleepy daze.