Thread by @fruityboops

{in your eyes}
a #sopeau drabble where soulmates can connect telepathically depending on proximity.
(very loosely based on the movie of the same name)
for my love @fko925ds ‘s birthday today!

tags:
-strangers to lovers
-domestic fluff
-sorta supernatural? magical realism low key?? idk just go with it babes

“what do you look like?” hosseok whispers one night, weeks after they realized they were close enough to connect but not close enough to touch. a flash of another room overlayed over his own view here. the echo of thoughts not his own there.

“what do /you/ look like?” yoongii shoots back, voice a rumble that seems to hum along hobi’s scalp.
“c’mon, aren’t you curious?” hobi teases, focused on getting the flower on his thumbnail just right and not the faintly fuzzy afterimages of a mixboard overlaying his bed.

“that looks cute, you should do flowers on all your nails,” yoongi replies instead.
“it won’t be overkill?”
“nah, it suits you.”
“how do you know? you’ve never seen me. what if they make my eyebrows look bad?” hosseok giggles, that floaty happiness he associates with yoongii-

suffusing every corner of his body. it’s only been a few weeks, with occasional flashes and even fewer conversations due to busy schedules, but hosseok knows. the way plants know where the sun is and oceans find the shore.
its love.

“you’ve got a beautiful soul, seokie. no way that doesn’t shine out of your pores,” comes the resolute rebuttal.
and, well, how is he supposed to argue against that. he’ll take the compliment, thanks.
“thanks,” he whispers, setting down the polish to vault off the bed.

“go find a mirror,” hosseok continues jovially, flapping his hands to dry them quicker as he bounces in place.
“what? why?” yoongii sounds startled, and when hosseok focuses he can see long fingers moving quickly over a keyboard. the hands of a musician.

“cause i want to look at you,” hosseok replies calmly, watching those big hands freeze and then twitch. he feels more than actually hears the sigh, but he watches yoongii’s view shift as he steps away from his desk.

hosseok walks towards the entryway of his apartment where he’s got a body length mirror, standing off to the side while he waits for yoongii to get to wherever he’s going. a door opens and they’re in a small, lavish bathroom, closed stalls and warm tones.

“on three?” yoongii asks a softly, a little tremulously, and hosseok feels breathless with the sudden swell of anticipatory want that bubbles along his nerves.
“on three,” he agrees, taking a small step closer to the mirror.
“one.” yoongii steps closer to the sink bay.

“two.” hoseok flicks a switch and the entryway floods with soft warm light. a set of small spotlights creates a warm circle for him to edge into. he stares at his bare feet and sees yoongii’s shoes overlap.
“three.” they blink in tandem, and look up at each other.

hosseok can feel his whole face soften when he meets yoongii’s gaze. tapered, feline eyes, opened wide in shock and shining under the fluorescent bathroom lights. a little button nose, and round, pillowy lips. yoongii’s mouth is stretched in a little closed mouth grin

and hosseok feels himself become immediately distracted and enamored with the plush outward curve of his cheek. hosseok lifts a hand as if to touch, but feels only his own cheek, and almost absently whispers, “i want to kiss you right here.”

he can’t help but imagine how warm that blush must feel, and lets his eyes drink yoongii in greedily. fluffy, soft looking hair with bangs falling into his eyebrows. oversized clothes, looking soft and comfy and a little drowsy.
“pretty,” he murmurs, and yoongii squirms.

“where…where are you?” yoongii rasps a few moments later, eyes trained on hosseok’s mouth. he knew this moment would come when he first saw a flash of yoongii’s favorite coffee shop, but he still feels the nervous flutter as it arrives.

the last few weeks of shy hellos and slowly getting to know each other by way of randomly checking in that the other is still there every few days have been…fun. easy. in spite of how different they seem, they click.

but meeting makes it tangible, gives it weight and gravity.
hosseok has never wanted anything more in his life.
“seöul. itaewön.” hosseok croaks, trying to drink in everything about yoongii before he grabs his keys and runs out the door.
“i’m across town. we can—”

“hän river?” hosseok tears himself from the mirror and seems to spur yoongii on as well as his view becomes blurry. he pulls away from the connection a bit so he doesn’t trip as he rushes around to grab his wallet and keys.
“at hangäng park, by the bridge.” yoongii confirms.

the next hour or so is a blur of odd silence as they both step fully away from the connection to focus on getting there unscathed. and maybe to prolong the excitement. hobï is standing near the river, a few others out enjoying the night around him.

he starts to see rapid flashes overlaying his own view, but the scenery is so similar that it just looks like a real-world glitch. something, he doesn’t know what, rings a bell in his head, and his gaze snaps up, searching for yoongii.

and then, there. on the other side of the esplanade, across the grass and trees, getting out of a dark town car. washed out jacket. fluffy hair. feline eyes.
“yoongii!” hoseok hollers, piercing through the serene ambience of the park, and yoongii’s head snaps up to lock eyes.

before he truly registers it, he’s moving, doing all he can to not outright sprint and bowl yoongii over.
yoongii has no such reservations and sprints to clear the last few meters between them, throwing his whole body against hosseok in a tight, perfect hug.

“yoongii, yoongii, yoongii,” hoseok murmurs into hair that smells of citrus.
“hi, seokie, hi, it’s you, hi,” yoongii rambles happily, body vibrating with excitement. hosseok forces himself to pull away after a moment so he can truly look at yoongii for the first time.

he’s gorgeous. skin like drops of moonlight, dark eyes made of liquid memory, and the prettiest little teeth hosseok has ever seen tucked behind a smiling mouth. besotted, hosseok leans down to press his lips against the upper swell of yoongii’s cheek, just below his eyes.

“nice to meet you,” hosseok murmurs against that soft skin, pressing one more kiss to the opposite cheek to keep it fair. yoongii’s eyes are closed in obvious bliss but his mouth twists into a wicked smirk as they open.

“nice to meet you, too,” yoongii replies cheekily before surging forward to press a soft kiss to hobï’s smiling mouth.
when they separate, a minute and a lifetime later, hosseok’s vision, for the first time in weeks, is crystal clear, and the only voice in his head is his own.

and yet, yoongii is still the only thing on his mind.
“wanna get a drink?” yoongii gestures to the car he stepped out of, where a tall man is leaning against the trunk irreverently scrolling through his phone.

“wanna get married?” hosseok blurts, and then promptly begins praying for someone to smite him.
“let’s start with a drink,” yoongii tugs at his hand, which hosseok is surprised to find entwined with yoongii’s quite nicely.
“okay.”
-fin-