WIP! beach fic seoknen [eunseok/wonbin]
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parkwonbinhahaha here is a snippet from DOLNEN's first meeting from my longest wip. PRAY FOR ME TO FINISH THIS IN 2024 PLEASE ITS BEEN MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!
His eyes chance upon the figure of another guy, shirtless and golden and reclined half-dead by the shoreline. It doesn’t take much to zero in on the guy; Eunseok only needs to sit up a little, and nudge off his glasses. Beach boy has tan skin veering on the edge of redness, and Eunseok should be questioning himself on why he’s treating a random guy like a Snellen chart, but he’s more concerned on whether the guy in question is even conscious. He can’t help but click his tongue in disapproval, beach boy clearly has no thoughts about his health in the years to come. Did they not teach the locals by the coast about skin cancer?
Suddenly, the guy rolls onto his chest, and Eunseok flinches then relaxes in mild embarrassment. There’s no way he could hear his thoughts. There’s sand all over his back, and sand in his long dark hair, and from afar it looks like he’s going to be written down as someone who succumbed to heatstroke in the coroner’s report tomorrow.
And it irks Eunseok more than it should, because he doesn’t usually care, and he signed himself up for a good and peaceful time, and he is rather comfortable under the shade of his umbrella, so why are his feet plodding step by step in the blazing heat with sand slipping into his sandals and toasting his soles and ankles?
It’s already too late to pretend he forgot something at his setup and steer back, so he lets his feet draw him closer to the idiot attempting to microwave himself to death. The guy is still on his back, unmoving even with Eunseok’s obvious presence casting a shadow over his back — a back that is broader than he thought upon looking closely. Eunseok isn’t exactly sure how to approach the guy without looking suspicious. Fuck, what if people think he killed him. Even if they didn’t, why oh why did he shackle himself with the responsibility of handling a dead dude. Think of all the paperwork.
Eunseok can’t remember how the basic life support training Sohee had dragged him along to went, so he goes ahead and taps the guy’s shoulder, only to retract his hands sharply from the scorching heat. There’s no way he's alive when he feels like a human hot plate.
But the boy looks up at him, and holy shit he’s gorgeous. His big shiny eyes look like the glimmering coins you’d expect to find as treasure beneath the sea, and his lips look way too plump, like overripe fruit — tempting and bursting with succulent life, and the beauty mark on his jaw glints in the sunlight. The boy before him looks like he’s both from around here but not around here at all. And suddenly the romance in Eunseok’s novel makes sense.
Eunseok swallows on the humid air. He can’t quite remember exactly why he’s there. “There’s sand all over you. What are you, a kid?”
Beach boy smiles at him, and Eunseok still isn’t sure whether the heat has gotten to him so badly he’s imagined up a guy too pretty to be more than a dream. “You spoke too soon.”
And Eunseok barely registers the boy’s words when the tide rushes in towards them, enveloping them in its salty embrace and washing off the sand from them wherever the water touches them. Eyes widened, Eunseok casts his eyes upon the beach boy who looks anew as if baptised, the hardened lines of his abs revealed in the tide’s wake, and the slope of his forehead announced by the way beach boy pulls back his drenched hair.
They say aphrodite emerged from the sea. Beach boy is beauty itself, and Eunseok is soaked in more ways than one.
“It feels good doesn’t it?”
Eunseok isn’t sure what exactly the guy refers to, but he finds himself nodding anyway. The “n” in right now does not ring negatively in his mind. It stands for new, and it stands for nostalgia for a feeling he’s never had, yet he feels he should have by now. At some point he realises that his feet have overridden his brain once again, leading him back to his base at the top of the beach with beach boy falling into step behind him.
“Is this your first time at the beach?” Beach boy asks, stunned.
Eunseok supposes he really did bring more than the usual amount one would bring to the beach, but it really only embarrassingly dawns on him just how excessive he’s been when a gorgeous boy with tan skin and long hair looks amusedly at his setup. He’d actually brought more than just a mini cooler; there’s a small picnic basket filled with more snacks than actual food (there’s no food), there’s also a colouring book and pencils for in case he gets bored, a new film camera he bought, and a mini CD player and—
“A radio? Seriously?” Beach boy continues, picking it up like it’s an ancient artefact. “You do know modern technology works out here too right?”
“I thought I could pick up on something interesting out here, like the supernatural, or extraterrestrials or other things yet to be discovered,” Eunseok replies blithely. “You never know.”
“You’re really strange.” Beach boy laughs. It should be insulting, or condescending, or belittling, but with such laughter and an expression akin to sunlight breaking through thunderclouds on his face, there’s no way it could be. He carries the moon in the crescent curve of his eyes, the sun in the stretch of his lips, and the stars in the rise of his cheekbones, and all at once Eunseok believes he’s found something yet to be discovered, and it was his old-fashioned radio that helped.
“And you’re an idiot with a sunburn.”
“I’m Wonbin, not an idiot.” Wonbin says, reaching into the mini cooler. “So are you going to help me out with this sunburn?”
Wonbin doesn’t particularly give him an option, promptly making himself comfortable with a can of apple soda and lying prone on Eunseok’s beach mat. And today has been a day of opposites for Eunseok, so he figures stepping on yet another path not taken before is simply following the modus operandi of the day.
Wonbin’s body is warm and supple beneath Eunseok’s fingers, and his back looks even wider in comparison to Eunseok’s smaller palms. The sunscreen is cool, a buffer between the greater temperature of their skins, and Eunseok had forgotten how good it felt to simply touch another. No, Eunseok thinks he’s learning for the first time. Running his softer hands along the rise of Wonbin’s shoulders, and down into the dip between his ribs and his lower back ignites an alien sensation within him, he desires to know what the rest of Wonbin feels like. His eyes blow wide as he realises he’s leaned in too close, and his sight is a dizzying blur of gold, and Wonbin can probably feel his breath against his skin.
“Did you get stood up at your own party?” Wonbin pops open the soda with a hiss, and Eunseok springs his head backwards, to a distance more appropriate between strangers.
“This is a one-man party,” Eunseok replies. “For one man.” Then he points at himself, forgetting Wonbin can’t see him from where he lies on his stomach.
“That’s new,” Wonbin muses. “Is that a city person thing?”
“How do you know I’m from the city?”
Wonbin arches his head towards Eunseok to give him his most deadpan expression. “Your accent duh. Besides, I haven’t seen you around here before and I know everyone’s faces.”
“So you mean you do nothing but lounge on the sand everyday?” Eunseok clicks his teeth, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “Must be nice to be jobless and carefree.”
Wonbin doesn’t seem to react at all to his teasing jab, carrying on to say “Besides, there’s no way I’d forget a face like yours.” Then he seems to ponder, a faraway look in his eyes like he’s looking at something past Eunseok. “And I’m good at that.” Then his eyes come back into focus. “Remembering, that is.”
“Oh.” For a second, Eunseok doesn’t know how to respond to that. He’s never been good at receiving compliments, and he isn’t even sure if Wonbin is even complimenting him right now. Wonbin’s gaze is an intense one, it’s like a shallow pool at first glance, hiding the way to something much deeper, a lagoon, something that would suck him in and never let him see the surface again. So Eunseok decides not to peer any further, content with simply dipping his toes in. Keep it lighthearted. “For someone who claims to be good at remembering, you sure left your head at home — because how did you come out to a beach without sunscreen?”
“To find a pretty guy to share their sunscreen with me of course.” Wonbin’s eyes sparkle, a cheeky grin gracing his countenance, and something rises and spreads its wings in Eunseok’s chest.
His hands are still connected to the skin of Wonbin’s back, just below his narrow waist. Together they create a palette of gold and ivory, and Eunseok can feel the warmth of Wonbin’s body reflected in his own face, a face colouring up red at Wonbin’s casual words, and even deeper so at Wonbin’s probing gaze. He wishes for a moment that he could dip his head into the mini cooler; the shame would hide his unnatural shyness.
Rather than going full ostrich into a tub of ice, Eunseok tosses his half-used bottle of sunscreen at Wonbin’s stupid fucking face, except his high school team lost the match that fateful day for a reason, and he kinda has shit aim, so the bottle lands somewhere along the crest of his shoulder instead.
“Ouch.” Wonbin says, but he doesn’t look hurt at all.
“I’m done with your back, do your front yourself.”
Wonbin rolls over so he’s lying supine and scrunching his lips petulantly. Eunseok just can’t figure him out. “I don’t like the way it feels on my hands, all sticky and dirty.”
But you have no qualms about the way it feels on your body. Got it.
Wonbin blinks at him slowly through his lashes, and time slows, flowing in tandem with the opening and shutting of his eyes. A breath catches in Eunseok’s throat, and Wonbin breathes out lowly, a gentle fluttery thing that Eunseok shouldn’t even be able to pick up on — if only he wasn’t hyperaware, with the feathery light hairs on his skin raising like antennae, all too attuned to Wonbin in this moment.
“So,” Eunseok is certain Wonbin is some extraterrestrial or supernatural creature washed up onto the beach. There’s no rational explanation for Wonbin’s ability to tug him into the depths of his irises. “Won’t you do it for me? You’ve already gotten your hands sticky, might as well finish what you’ve started.”
Later, Eunseok will blame it on a spell-induced trance, because there’s no mortal under the sun that would’ve been able to say no to Wonbin in that moment.
He presses his hands to Wonbin’s pectorals with a reverence he cannot explain, and with a hesitating breath like he’s committing some act of desecration. Time still flows according to Wonbin’s bidding, and Eunseok is cognisant of the tidal rise and fall of Wonbin’s chest against his palms, the subtle pulsing beat beneath his wrist, but not of the fact that he’s forgotten to use the sunscreen. There’s no creamy buffer between them; they’re skin to skin. And Wonbin’s eyes are on him. Then Wonbin’s eyes are on his lips.
Their meeting, from the moment Eunseok laid his eyes upon him by the shore, and the moment Wonbin looked up to face him, was predestined to lead up to this.
It’s a split second decision for Eunseok, and he decides to give.
I don't know how i feel about this. anyway.
His eyes chance upon the figure of another guy, shirtless and golden and reclined half-dead by the shoreline. It doesn’t take much to zero in on the guy; Eunseok only needs to sit up a little, and nudge off his glasses. Beach boy has tan skin veering on the edge of redness, and Eunseok should be questioning himself on why he’s treating a random guy like a Snellen chart, but he’s more concerned on whether the guy in question is even conscious. He can’t help but click his tongue in disapproval, beach boy clearly has no thoughts about his health in the years to come. Did they not teach the locals by the coast about skin cancer?
Suddenly, the guy rolls onto his chest, and Eunseok flinches then relaxes in mild embarrassment. There’s no way he could hear his thoughts. There’s sand all over his back, and sand in his long dark hair, and from afar it looks like he’s going to be written down as someone who succumbed to heatstroke in the coroner’s report tomorrow.
And it irks Eunseok more than it should, because he doesn’t usually care, and he signed himself up for a good and peaceful time, and he is rather comfortable under the shade of his umbrella, so why are his feet plodding step by step in the blazing heat with sand slipping into his sandals and toasting his soles and ankles?
It’s already too late to pretend he forgot something at his setup and steer back, so he lets his feet draw him closer to the idiot attempting to microwave himself to death. The guy is still on his back, unmoving even with Eunseok’s obvious presence casting a shadow over his back — a back that is broader than he thought upon looking closely. Eunseok isn’t exactly sure how to approach the guy without looking suspicious. Fuck, what if people think he killed him. Even if they didn’t, why oh why did he shackle himself with the responsibility of handling a dead dude. Think of all the paperwork.
Eunseok can’t remember how the basic life support training Sohee had dragged him along to went, so he goes ahead and taps the guy’s shoulder, only to retract his hands sharply from the scorching heat. There’s no way he's alive when he feels like a human hot plate.
But the boy looks up at him, and holy shit he’s gorgeous. His big shiny eyes look like the glimmering coins you’d expect to find as treasure beneath the sea, and his lips look way too plump, like overripe fruit — tempting and bursting with succulent life, and the beauty mark on his jaw glints in the sunlight. The boy before him looks like he’s both from around here but not around here at all. And suddenly the romance in Eunseok’s novel makes sense.
Eunseok swallows on the humid air. He can’t quite remember exactly why he’s there. “There’s sand all over you. What are you, a kid?”
Beach boy smiles at him, and Eunseok still isn’t sure whether the heat has gotten to him so badly he’s imagined up a guy too pretty to be more than a dream. “You spoke too soon.”
And Eunseok barely registers the boy’s words when the tide rushes in towards them, enveloping them in its salty embrace and washing off the sand from them wherever the water touches them. Eyes widened, Eunseok casts his eyes upon the beach boy who looks anew as if baptised, the hardened lines of his abs revealed in the tide’s wake, and the slope of his forehead announced by the way beach boy pulls back his drenched hair.
They say aphrodite emerged from the sea. Beach boy is beauty itself, and Eunseok is soaked in more ways than one.
“It feels good doesn’t it?”
Eunseok isn’t sure what exactly the guy refers to, but he finds himself nodding anyway. The “n” in right now does not ring negatively in his mind. It stands for new, and it stands for nostalgia for a feeling he’s never had, yet he feels he should have by now. At some point he realises that his feet have overridden his brain once again, leading him back to his base at the top of the beach with beach boy falling into step behind him.
“Is this your first time at the beach?” Beach boy asks, stunned.
Eunseok supposes he really did bring more than the usual amount one would bring to the beach, but it really only embarrassingly dawns on him just how excessive he’s been when a gorgeous boy with tan skin and long hair looks amusedly at his setup. He’d actually brought more than just a mini cooler; there’s a small picnic basket filled with more snacks than actual food (there’s no food), there’s also a colouring book and pencils for in case he gets bored, a new film camera he bought, and a mini CD player and—
“A radio? Seriously?” Beach boy continues, picking it up like it’s an ancient artefact. “You do know modern technology works out here too right?”
“I thought I could pick up on something interesting out here, like the supernatural, or extraterrestrials or other things yet to be discovered,” Eunseok replies blithely. “You never know.”
“You’re really strange.” Beach boy laughs. It should be insulting, or condescending, or belittling, but with such laughter and an expression akin to sunlight breaking through thunderclouds on his face, there’s no way it could be. He carries the moon in the crescent curve of his eyes, the sun in the stretch of his lips, and the stars in the rise of his cheekbones, and all at once Eunseok believes he’s found something yet to be discovered, and it was his old-fashioned radio that helped.
“And you’re an idiot with a sunburn.”
“I’m Wonbin, not an idiot.” Wonbin says, reaching into the mini cooler. “So are you going to help me out with this sunburn?”
Wonbin doesn’t particularly give him an option, promptly making himself comfortable with a can of apple soda and lying prone on Eunseok’s beach mat. And today has been a day of opposites for Eunseok, so he figures stepping on yet another path not taken before is simply following the modus operandi of the day.
Wonbin’s body is warm and supple beneath Eunseok’s fingers, and his back looks even wider in comparison to Eunseok’s smaller palms. The sunscreen is cool, a buffer between the greater temperature of their skins, and Eunseok had forgotten how good it felt to simply touch another. No, Eunseok thinks he’s learning for the first time. Running his softer hands along the rise of Wonbin’s shoulders, and down into the dip between his ribs and his lower back ignites an alien sensation within him, he desires to know what the rest of Wonbin feels like. His eyes blow wide as he realises he’s leaned in too close, and his sight is a dizzying blur of gold, and Wonbin can probably feel his breath against his skin.
“Did you get stood up at your own party?” Wonbin pops open the soda with a hiss, and Eunseok springs his head backwards, to a distance more appropriate between strangers.
“This is a one-man party,” Eunseok replies. “For one man.” Then he points at himself, forgetting Wonbin can’t see him from where he lies on his stomach.
“That’s new,” Wonbin muses. “Is that a city person thing?”
“How do you know I’m from the city?”
Wonbin arches his head towards Eunseok to give him his most deadpan expression. “Your accent duh. Besides, I haven’t seen you around here before and I know everyone’s faces.”
“So you mean you do nothing but lounge on the sand everyday?” Eunseok clicks his teeth, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “Must be nice to be jobless and carefree.”
Wonbin doesn’t seem to react at all to his teasing jab, carrying on to say “Besides, there’s no way I’d forget a face like yours.” Then he seems to ponder, a faraway look in his eyes like he’s looking at something past Eunseok. “And I’m good at that.” Then his eyes come back into focus. “Remembering, that is.”
“Oh.” For a second, Eunseok doesn’t know how to respond to that. He’s never been good at receiving compliments, and he isn’t even sure if Wonbin is even complimenting him right now. Wonbin’s gaze is an intense one, it’s like a shallow pool at first glance, hiding the way to something much deeper, a lagoon, something that would suck him in and never let him see the surface again. So Eunseok decides not to peer any further, content with simply dipping his toes in. Keep it lighthearted. “For someone who claims to be good at remembering, you sure left your head at home — because how did you come out to a beach without sunscreen?”
“To find a pretty guy to share their sunscreen with me of course.” Wonbin’s eyes sparkle, a cheeky grin gracing his countenance, and something rises and spreads its wings in Eunseok’s chest.
His hands are still connected to the skin of Wonbin’s back, just below his narrow waist. Together they create a palette of gold and ivory, and Eunseok can feel the warmth of Wonbin’s body reflected in his own face, a face colouring up red at Wonbin’s casual words, and even deeper so at Wonbin’s probing gaze. He wishes for a moment that he could dip his head into the mini cooler; the shame would hide his unnatural shyness.
Rather than going full ostrich into a tub of ice, Eunseok tosses his half-used bottle of sunscreen at Wonbin’s stupid fucking face, except his high school team lost the match that fateful day for a reason, and he kinda has shit aim, so the bottle lands somewhere along the crest of his shoulder instead.
“Ouch.” Wonbin says, but he doesn’t look hurt at all.
“I’m done with your back, do your front yourself.”
Wonbin rolls over so he’s lying supine and scrunching his lips petulantly. Eunseok just can’t figure him out. “I don’t like the way it feels on my hands, all sticky and dirty.”
But you have no qualms about the way it feels on your body. Got it.
Wonbin blinks at him slowly through his lashes, and time slows, flowing in tandem with the opening and shutting of his eyes. A breath catches in Eunseok’s throat, and Wonbin breathes out lowly, a gentle fluttery thing that Eunseok shouldn’t even be able to pick up on — if only he wasn’t hyperaware, with the feathery light hairs on his skin raising like antennae, all too attuned to Wonbin in this moment.
“So,” Eunseok is certain Wonbin is some extraterrestrial or supernatural creature washed up onto the beach. There’s no rational explanation for Wonbin’s ability to tug him into the depths of his irises. “Won’t you do it for me? You’ve already gotten your hands sticky, might as well finish what you’ve started.”
Later, Eunseok will blame it on a spell-induced trance, because there’s no mortal under the sun that would’ve been able to say no to Wonbin in that moment.
He presses his hands to Wonbin’s pectorals with a reverence he cannot explain, and with a hesitating breath like he’s committing some act of desecration. Time still flows according to Wonbin’s bidding, and Eunseok is cognisant of the tidal rise and fall of Wonbin’s chest against his palms, the subtle pulsing beat beneath his wrist, but not of the fact that he’s forgotten to use the sunscreen. There’s no creamy buffer between them; they’re skin to skin. And Wonbin’s eyes are on him. Then Wonbin’s eyes are on his lips.
Their meeting, from the moment Eunseok laid his eyes upon him by the shore, and the moment Wonbin looked up to face him, was predestined to lead up to this.
It’s a split second decision for Eunseok, and he decides to give.
I don't know how i feel about this. anyway.
WOWWWWWW
Date: 2024-05-07 09:18 pm (UTC)Re: WOWWWWWW
Date: 2024-05-08 12:18 am (UTC)CANON EUNSEOK saying wonbin is good at doing what he's told VS raw footage on multiple occasions of SONG EUNSEOK doing whatever the hell park wonbin wants him to do like HA. the parkwonbin princess affect is all too real and i will forever promote this agenda
THANK U AGAIN MY VEE
Re: WOWWWWWW
Date: 2024-05-08 04:18 pm (UTC)venus pwb is real to ME too he is just perfect...
and writer's block is actual hell and ik it's super super frustrating but hang in there ^-^ ik that whatever u post next will be amazing and worth the wait and it's ok to take a while bc i think being proud of your work is more important than just cranking stuff out... u are a person and stuff like this is normal and it's ok that it's been a while! you are soooo talented and i hope that writer's block will LEAVE U ALONE soon 🫂