Requested by hermoonstar

The air around town smelled polluted and dirty, but Yeosang opted to take it in rather than the stuffy hot air of his apartment any day.

He was a producer. One that worked at home instead of the studio. He liked his home but frequently remained there for too long, and it felt like his lungs closed up in stress.

So Yeosang takes walks downtown. Many times alone. Sometimes with a friend.

But this evening, he felt daring. He felt like taking a break. Yeosang wanted to flip work off and say 'Fuck you' in its face.

Yeah, he happened to do it today.

Now his mind felt clean and clear of the stress holding him down. Tonight he was going to relax and...

Oh. He's standing across the street from a bar.

A drink or two wouldn't hurt, right?

But deep in Yeosang's mind, he knew he would eventually end up in someone else's home, or alone in his own home the next morning.

He shrugged it off and pulled the dark oak door to enter.

"Yeosang!" the bartender called. He waved Yeosang over. "How are you?"

Yeosang chuckled and sat down. He pulled out a relatively thick stack of money and placed it on the counter. "You know my drink."

The bar seemed pretty empty today — not as many clients right now for a Saturday.

Yeosang's eyes scanned over the interior. Middle-aged men gathered around an old but sturdy television in the corner. Young couples were sitting in booths facing each other, sharing a basket of chicken in the middle or drinking from their glasses. Yeosang could practically see sparkles in their eyes as they laughed.

He desired to feel that way towards someone. As of now, he's never seen that look or given it before to anyone. That's because he's looking for the perfect person to share it with.

Who? Yeosang wasn't sure. But he knew, from the red thread of fate around his finger, that he would find out when the time came.

Yeosang turned back and hunched over the bar top. Not a minute later did the door slam open, shaking the mini bells attatched.

About four men entered, too absorbed in their fit of giggles. Yeah, Yeosang said giggles. There was no chance in hell these guys were from a mature upbringing.

A low whistle came from one of them as they sat on each side of Yeosang's stool.

"What's up?"

Yeosang turned to meet his face with a sly smile. "Hey," he replied in a similar tone.

The man didn't look so bad, Yeosang could admit. His black hair fell nicely over his wide, glossy eyes.

"You're cute," he added. Yeosang caught from beside the man and behind him, three fits of stifling giggles. Fucking men...

"I know, but thanks for the compliment." Yeosang turned back to his glass and rolled his eyes. He's heard it so many times already.

"Damn, Wooyoung. You gotta do better," someone to the other side called.

"Show me then," Yeosang challenged. The pink-haired man blinked. Then a smirk appeared.

"Roses are red. Violets are fine. You be the 6. I'll be the 9," he shamelessly stated. "I'm San."

Yeosang had to turn away... so as not to throw up. It took all his strength not to get up and leave his drinks there.

"San..." the one beside him trailed off, facepalming.

"Here's your drink." The bartender set a glass in front of him.

Yeosang met the man's eyes. They were soft and attractive at the same time, just like his face. He lifted the glass, followed by a wink.

"Cheers."

For some reason, it prompted Yeosang to grab his own and raise the cup too. Yet, he couldn't help but focus on the man's hand handling the glass.

Did he just see a red string?

Yeosang soon came to meet the man as Seonghwa. He claimed to be the 'most responsible of the group.' Right...

Yeosang liked Seonghwa's welcoming presence. Not too flirty, not too dull. It was perfect.

"Will you dance with me?" Yeosang slurred, already feeling the effects of intoxication settle in.

"Sure." Seonghwa equally stumbled towards the small open area beside a TV-speaker system.

"Any song?" Seonghwa's hands fumbled with the remote.

"I don't mind."

The usuals at the bar knew Yeosang already. Most didn't judge him anymore. They knew he was drunk the minute he asked a man to dance.

As Seonghwa turned, Yeosang took a wrong step and almost fell. But a hand, and shock, stopped the smaller man from falling.

"Ouch," Yeosang mumbled. He wondered why his hand, most specifically his finger, stung.

When he tried to pull it towards him, something did back.

"Yeosang."

The drunk man looked to see Seonghwa holding his index finger up. His finger was tied with a thick red thread, trailing to Yeosang's own finger.

"S-Shit..."

Seonghwa stepped back when Yeosang threw himself on him. The shorter's arms wrapped around his waist tight, never wanting to let him go.

Seonghwa chuckled. "Let's go."

Yeosang stumbled into the cab Seonghwa called for them. He gave his address in slurs and let the man drive.

The trip up to Yeosang's apartment was full of giggles. Seonghwa seemed to forget how to walk properly as Yeosang pulled him by the hand. But they eventually made it to the only bedroom of the living space, dark and cold over time.

"So this thing means fate?" Seonghwa smirked, holding up his hand. Yeosang rolled his eyes while facing him, something Seonghwa caught due to the moonlight.

"Only you and I can see it, dummy."

"Dummy?" Seonghwa grabbed hold of Yeosang's hips and pushed him to the bed. He loomed over the smaller with a lustful pair of eyes.

"Seonghwa—" Yeosang let his shoulders hit the bed when the other roughly pressed their lips together. The kiss depleted his breath away — so much so that Yeosang wanted more. He didn't care if he couldn't breathe. He only wished to stay on Seonghwa for as time could take him.

"F-Fuck," Seonghwa stammered while grinding their bodies together. Yeosang had his hands tangled in his hair, just barely beginning to moan.

"Take me, Seonghwa," Yeosang gasped. "Use me... I'm yours."

"I'm yours too, baby." Seonghwa motioned his head for Yeosang to turn around. The younger complied, dropping his head once feeling Seonghwa's hands run over him.

Yeosang shivered. Seonghwa snuck his hands under his shirt and unzipped his jeans, rubbing them profusely to cause a reaction. Sure enough, it did. Yeosang was soon clenching his fists and groaning.

Soon their clothes lay all over the ground, even landing on a lamp or nightstand.

Seonghwa made Yeosang feel some type of way. It made him feel... connected. And the feeling was mutual.

Seonghwa trailed his lips over Yeosang's soft skin with hunger. He could only think about a thousand different ways to have him.

Good thing the red thread of fate brought them together, huh?

Yeosang whined into the pillow when Seonghwa spanked his ass and pushed in two fingers wet with spit. The movement made his stomach flip. His hands went crazy with the sheets.

"Seonghwa... Seonghwa!" Yeosang shouted.

"I'm not even in you yet, baby," the older laughed.

"But you—" Yeosang released a slurred moan. He wanted to bury his head into the messy pillow and sheets, but his soulmate grasped the soft locks on his head and pulled.

Yeosang gulped. Hard. And Seonghwa liked that. The way the man's Adam's apple, illuminated by the moonlight, moved. It tempted him to see if it would lift and lower like that while sucking his dick—

Oh. There'll be much time to see it in the future.

Seonghwa held onto Yeosang's hair with one hand and hips with the other. He knew he successfully dominated the younger male once Yeosang's body began giving out in exhaustion.

His arms and legs shook. His neck felt sore. Everything pulsed, but Yeosang wanted more.

"Finish with me, babe," Seonghwa panted.

As he slowed down, his index and thumb played with Yeosang's nipple while he leaned over to lick a stripe up Yeosang's neck.

"A-Ah..." Yeosang swore his insides turned when he moaned in relief. Seonghwa chuckled in his ear, sounding hot and cryptic at the same time.

Yeosang exhaled as Seonghwa held him against his chest, leaving teasing sloppy kisses on his lips.

"N-No," the smaller whined.

"Shh." Seonghwa gently pushed him down to the bed. "Let's go to bed."

Yeosang caught, in sleepy eyes, how their thread connected again between their fingers. Seonghwa held him close and lifted it for them to see.

"I guess this means we're together?"

"I guess so." Yeosang kissed his cheek.

"Are you free for dinner tomorrow?"

Yeosang bit his lip. "Only if it ends like tonight did."