#I HOPE THIS IS OKAY WIEDHWIEUDH

[jeoseungsaja]

ofgentleresolve​:

patrick ( who had seven 20 page papers due by the end of the week ) after he tried this technique and was able to finish five of the seven papers in the course of three days:

translation: “don’t talk to me, i’ve betrayed everything i’ve ever stood for, i’m a heathen to all english professors-”

“----------did it actually work?” 

AKA you’re giving your tea slow, sharp sips so I KNOW you’re not pleased with this outcome so I’m here, lay it on me--- 

[ofgentleresolve]

@jeoseungsaja​​ sent in:

So this is...awkward.  Well, not exactly awkward but more so a situation that causes disquiet within Hyuk. This isn't how things were initially planned; Hyuk's prior outburst at the reception had demonstrated that, yet Patrick's presence showed up just in time to save the poor administrator from more fire brewing in the detective's mouth. Whether it was a mistake from Hyuk's faulty computer skills or an error from the hotel's system, there was no turning back. They were here now --- sharing the same room...and the same bed. Sure, sure, Patrick did say that he's fine with this option, that he doesn't mind, yet Hyuk can't help but feel a bit guilty about it. He wanted this little getaway to be as blissful as possible, not to...create bashful tension that somehow can be sensed in the air.

They've shared spaces before, of course they have, but not like this. Not while knowing there's something more swimming in seas that have acquired the languid color of realization; an...awakening of feelings that once rested dormant.

He takes a deep breath, the night cloaking skies. He's by himself right now; Patrick making sure his children are doing okay in the other room they'll be sharing. He sits on a corner of the bed, wondering what to do as pajama pants and a shirt wrap his body. Should he take off the shirt? It's how he's used to sleep; the garment feeling heavy on flesh when being under sheets, somehow -- a tight habit by now.

The detective bites his bottom lip; hair now moderately dry after his usual shower. Maybe...he could take the shirt off, dig himself under the covers and call it a night? Yeah, that could work, couldn't it? (Why is he suddenly shy about it? As if Patrick hadn't seen him like this before--)

One...two...

Rapidly, he starts taking his shirt off, but it seems he has awful timing, for by the time he has the garment over his head, he hears the door unlock and open, causing Hyuk to jump and slide off the mattress, falling on his bum on the floor.

"Aish--!" Only Patrick can unlock this absolutely graceless part of him, getting tangled in his shirt for a moment before he frustratingly tosses it to his side, hair a bit of a mess due to that. "I'm fine, I--did...uh...how did they...like their room?" He sits up, trying to sort of pretend nothing happened; clearing his throat as warmth escalates to his neck. "Also do you...want a side of the bed in particular, I can take any spot--"

(HELLO, DEAR FERRE! I AM HERE TO SEND UNPROMPTED ASKS WIEDHWIEUDH, PLS TAKE THIS CLUMSY HYUK, BUT ALSO, FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS IF YOU WISH ;W; HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A FANTASTIC DAY!!) || click for patrick’s interior atm ( unprompted. )

It does not occur to Patrick that this setup ( that he proposed ) will, in fact, have consequences.

Not that he thinks they would be necessarily bad consequences when he looks back on it, but in the moment he will probably think so, even if this should simply feel like a throwback to the old times. Back to his and Hyuk’s uni days, where it was normal for them to share a room. Well-intentioned, but nevertheless bad roommates will do that; make any university student desperate enough to pick a couch with questionable stains over a familiar bed if it means getting a few hours of peace and quiet- Patrick learned quickly to claim a single for the years following.

But even in the following years, sharing a room ( intentional or not ) with Hyuk, he never considered strange. Even if Hyuk did take his shirt off before going to sleep. Patrick’s known about that habit for years and how it correlates with Hyuk's dislike for waking up sweaty.

( Patrick would point out though that the temperature of the body actually decreases when unconscious, so in the winters, isn’t necessarily a great idea to sleep shirtless. What if Hyuk catches a cold? )

And still, somehow very inconveniently, Patrick did not take that fact into consideration. Not that his decision would have been any different in any other timeline. So there’s been a mix-up with the hotel booking- that certainly isn’t going to stop Patrick from enjoying his time with his dear friend, however much it is limited to these two weeks. This setup shouldn’t feel any DIFFERENT.

Until it is. It’s been like this for a while, hasn’t it? Everything being both familiar and new, two parallel lines suddenly intersecting until you can’t tell where one line starts and the other ends-

He’s not thinking too hard about what awaits in their shared room when he opens the door. Everything is going as well as it should- at the very least, both Elise and Hiro seem settled into their shared hotel room down the hall and last time he checked, they were invested in a drama, which Hiro insisted turning the subtitles off for, something about wanting to improve his Korean. He was also the one to shoo Patrick back to his own room:

“Go back to your room- we know you’d rather be with Mister Lee than us.”

Patrick scratches his cheek bashfully, his other hand resting on the doorknob. It’s not that obvious, him and Hyuk, is it? No, Patrick, that’s not a question to wrestle with right now.

Taking a deep breath, he turns the doorknob and tells himself to relax. It’s just Hyuk in the room. Just the two of them alone in a room just like how it had been many times in the past; it’s not like this time is going to be any different from the other times.

That is what he is assuming until he actually opens the door only to find his dear friend tangled in his shirt and then soon after slipping off the corner of the mattress onto the floor. It’s almost as if Hyuk was considering not sleeping shirtless this time around.

“Are you okay?” Patrick is immediate in helping his dear friend off the floor. He frowns, leaning in and reaching a hand up to help clear the hair from Hyuk’s face. His fingers get tangled in the soft, soft strands there as the pads of his fingertips brush against first Hyuk’s forehead and then his scalp. “That sounded painful- maybe we should go to the doctor to get that checked out…”

And then it happens; the moment when the consequences of this…arrangement sink in. With the shirt thrown to the side, Hyuk is very much…shirtless, revealing a toned chest that Patrick happens to be in very close proximity to, just like the last time he caught Hyuk shirtless. This is to be expected though, right? Detectives have to be in shape, ready to burst into action at any given moment on the field so of course Hyuk would be in shape, it comes with the job.

Patrick swallows, hand tucking the loose strands behind his dear friend’s ear before it brushes over his neck and onto his shoulder, where Patrick’s thumb grazes over Hyuk’s clavicle. Patrick’s eyes can help but wander too, from his dear friend’s chest to his abs. In a daze, Patrick traces them with his eyes ( although make no mistake his free hand twitches in an urge to follow his gaze ). And he realizes Hyuk’s abs are half hidden by a loose set of trousers and for a long moment there, Patrick wonders what the whole set looks like and-

The blood rushes to his face.

No. No. That’s not a thought he should be having about his best friend. And something more.

“They’ve a-acclimated, I think.” He stammers, words tumbling out as he hastily pulls his hands back, cradling his fingers before they do anything traitorous. “I-Is the room okay with you? I-I hope it won’t be too stuffy for you since it’s not exactly what you booked initially-“ Wait a minute did Hyuk just ask what side of the bed he wants? That would imply they would be sharing a bed, which means that Patrick will be sleeping next to…that for two weeks straight.

Plus, they’re at Jeju Island, which means swimming will be happening. A lot.

( It is at this very moment when the gravity of his choices completely and utterly sinks in and there is no way around it- how did he forget that Hyuk likes to sleep with his shirt off again? )

He swallows again, averting his gaze and squeezing his eyes shut as if that would be able to shroud and sheer embarrassment prickling over his back. No, that wouldn’t be effective, not with Hyuk of all people. Hyuk, who knows him better than anyone else, perhaps even himself.

“Y-You can choose. I don’t mind.” His heart picks up a notch. There’s no way Hyuk wouldn’t have noticed his face going completely warm. “ I’ll take whichever spot is left- I s-should ready for bed since we’re doing a lot tomorrow, bebackinamoment-“

Patrick makes a rather ungraceful escape into the bathroom and closes the door behind him before covering his mouth, cheeks ablaze.

Dear god.

His head keeps on spinning. His head keeps running in a million different directions. None of which will be useful to his...crisis.

How is he going to last this time?