#I might’ve gone a bit overboard on the scars

[chrometheraptor]

Drew the agents! Super happy with how they all turned out :D

[hungline]

from summer to winter, i’ll be yours

pairing: jinkook  genre: angst, fluff, gods au, supernatural au, rated t  warnings: mild violence, scars, mentioned homophobia, mentioned natural disasters, reincarnation  words: 6240 

summary: Seokjin had learned long ago that he and Jeongguk could never really be together, but his time as summer is almost over and he'll wait as long as he has to before winter comes to pass. 

4.5

 Seokjin is only allowed out during the months of summer.

Any other time of the year, he depends on Jimin to share news of the outside world with him.

Unbeknownst to the other gods, Seokjin also depends on Jimin to share other things with him as well.

When Jimin comes rounding the corner to Seokjin's quaint little home in the realm of summer, he always bears a letter for Seokjin.

A letter delivered all the way from the realm of winter.

A letter from Jeon Jeongguk.

Jimin always hands it to him with a smile, the tip of his hat a bit crumpled by the wind and it's customary that Seokjin invites him inside, treats him to a meal and something cool to drink while he pours over his letter. Then, when Jimin is done eating, Seokjin will make him read the letter aloud, imagining that it's Jeongguk's voice instead.

Before Jimin is sent on his way again, Seokjin sits down to pen a responding letter back to Jeongguk, ignoring the pain in his hand stemming from the scars, and seals the letter before handing it to Jimin to take with him. Jimin always smiles kindly and puts it into his bag carefully, arms already thrown out to embrace Seokjin by the time he's done.

Seokjin packs him some more food and offers him another drink, ruffling Jimin's hair at the door once he's on the doorstep again, the wings on his shoes already coming to life to fly him away again.

Jimin leaves with Seokjin's heart in his bag and returns with Jeongguk's.

It's how it's always been. It's how it will always go.

He's met Jeongguk a handful of times before, but that hadn't stopped them from falling for one another.

  1

 Seokjin strolls leisurely down the sidewalk, content with the way that sunlight falls onto his face.

It's warm in Seoul, almost on the verge of hot, but it's springtime right now and Seokjin was granted permission to enter the human world earlier than usual in a few certain areas of the world. Seoul, South Korea just happened to be one of these few locations.

People around him are dressed in jeans and sneakers, young by the looks of them but Seokjin has never been good at determining human's ages. He's not very sure about what part of Seoul he's in right now, but the people around him have backpacks with them and sweat accumulating on their brows, so perhaps he's around a school of some sort.

No one bothers him as he walks by. A few people stop and stare at him, his aura glowing bright enough to be on the verge of being seen to the human eye. But Seokjin thinks they might be oggling at him because of his face instead.

He'd studied humans comprehensively, figuring out what kind of face wouldn't stand out to them, but he might've gone just a tad bit overboard. When he pauses to gaze at himself in the window of a shop, he realizes that he sticks out like a sore thumb from the people around him for many reasons.

He's quite attractive, more attractive than what is normal and the glow that surrounds him makes him look like the god that he truly is. He ruffles his hair in an attempt to make himself less attractive, but it only heightens his looks and he pouts at his reflection.

And that's when he sees him.

A hooded figure sitting at an outside cafe table, a brilliant blue aura engulfing them whole. Seokjin shivers when the figure looks up in his direction, mouth agape as they stare. Seokjin rolls his shoulders back and turns around, quickly making his way towards the blue aura.

The figure doesn't move, but Seokjin can tell that they want to run.

He sits down across from them, smiling to himself when a waiter instantly appears and asks for his order. Seokjin takes a glance at the menu and orders in perfect Korean, watching the waiter disappear inside as he turns to face the winter spirit.

"You know, it seems pretty late in the year for you to be about. Did you get lost on your way back home?" Seokjin asks, leaning back in his chair as the hooded figure peers up at him. "It's much too hot for that hood to be comfortable."

They don't reply at first, merely stare at Seokjin as he settles himself in. But then Seokjin watches with immense pleasure as they straighten in their chair and remove their hood.

Seokjin kind of wishes they hadn't once he takes in the man's face. He's young, not by just human standards, but by immortal standards as well. Seokjin drinks in his full of the man's small mouth, his doe eyes, and his large nose that's particularly round near the end of it. He's very handsome, by any standards really.

Seokjin wonders if his appearance only extends to his human form. He hopes not, but seeing as this is their first meeting, he can't be too sure.

The man is starting to fidget though and Seokjin snaps out of his trance, smiling reassuringly at him. "Your eyes are a lovely color."

A flush begins to work across his face. "They're just brown."

His voice is just as pleasant as his face, Seokjin thinks.

"A lovely brown. Nothing plain about them, you know," Seokjin chastises.

"Whatever you say then." The man blinks and blushes furiously and thenー "Your, um, eyes are...lovely, too."

Seokjin preens under the compliment, a warm feeling settling into his gut as the man avoids looking him in the eye. "Thank you."

"So," Seokjin says after the waiter has appeared with Seokjin's order. "How long have you been living in the realm of winter?"

The man shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "How do you know I'm from the realm of winter?"

Seokjin shrugs. "When you've been a god for long enough, you tend to recognize others. For instance, anyone from winter has a blue aura. Since I'm from summer, my aura is gold. Spring is green and fall is red."

The man blinks, surprised by the information and nods. "I've been living in winter for twenty-one hundred years."

"Oh, you're young. Very young. I've been living in summer for twenty-six hundred years."

"What are you doing here in Seoul?" The man, a boy really now that Seokjin knows his age, asks.

Seokjin smiles. "I was granted permission to visit a few places early and bring summer with me."

"Bring summer with you? So, you mean to say thatー"

"Yes. I'm summer. It's a pleasure to meet you," Seokjin introduces himself. "My name's Seokjin though so don't call me Summer."

The boy nods sheepishly. "I'm Jeongguk. It's nice to meet you as well."

"You're winter!" Seokjin exclaims as he claps his hands together. "No wonder your aura is so strong."

Jeongguk flushes, not having expected that Seokjin would know who he is. "Your aura is also strong."

"Thank you." Seokjin easily accepts the compliment. "But tell me, what is winter doing in Seoul in the later part of spring? Weren't you here just a few months ago?"

"Uh, yes," Jeongguk mutters. "I was, but I snuck away to come back and enjoy spring. Sometimes, it gets too cold in the realm of winter."

Seokjin nods, not as if he understands because he couldn't possibly understand having only visited winter a few times, but as if he isn't judging or reprimanding Jeongguk for wanting to see something different. Seokjin calls the waiter back and orders some more food once he realizes that he's pretty loaded with human money and digs into his scone and latte when the waiter has left. Jeongguk watches him, a half-empty cup of something bitterly sweet standing in front of him. When the waiter returns, Jeongguk watches with mild interest as Seokjin makes room for the new plates of food and it's only when the summer god places a plate in front of him that Jeongguk looks up to meet Seokjin's gaze.

"I'm not sure if you've had this before, but this one is my favorite. You should try it before you get back," Seokjin says with a warm smile.

Everything about Seokjin is warm. From his brown hair to his tanned skin to the comforting personality of his. Jeongguk stares at him for a while, carefully storing every little thing about Seokjin away for later in case this is their first and last time seeing one another.

Seokjin eats without preamble, his human form marveling over the different tastes and textures and Jeongguk smiles, small and shy and barely there, but Seokjin can see it as clear as day as he continues to eat, his own smile spread wide across his lips.

  2

 When they meet again, it's at the Autumn Takayama Festival held in Japan.

The trees are only just beginning to shed their leaves, the air heavy with the barely there bite of autumn.

Truly, Seokjin hadn't had the slightest clue what had made him want to attend, but he hadn't snuck out of the realm of summer for no reason after all. So here he walks the streets, his appearance more subdued than last time and a pink pullover stretched across his shoulders and chest. Even with a bigger nose and weak chin, Seokjin is still by far the most handsome man on this side of the human world.

It's a bit unfair, maybe if he really thinks about it. He's only gawked at amongst humans, but that's the fate most gods have to endure. Still, it isn't as if Seokjin receives any personal offerings in his actual name anymore.

Sure, there are summer solstices and a few rare villages that still celebrate the changing of the seasons, but there's never enough to actually sustain Seokjin like he used to be. It's unfair that despite being a god, he isn't very well appreciated as much as he should be.

He brings about sunshine and warm weather for the humans, the least they could do is burn up a few apples and pieces of meat in his name. Not much to ask for really.

Seokjin pushes those bitter thoughts away though. He hadn't come to the autumn festival to loathe his mistreatment. He's above that after all.

Seokjin doesn't need for others to love him for him to love himself.

He knows he's the best person he can be and if he's confident in himself, then he sees no reason why he should be upset over others not celebrating him as they used to.

The wind picks up then and lifts the end of his scarf, bringing the tassels up and slapping him across the face once the wind lets them go. Seokjin spits them away, using his hand to push the remaining tassels away.

He really doesn't get human fashion but apparently, this is common attire during autumn.

He keeps walking, taking notice of the golden colors and the street vendors with their hand-woven bracelets, fake gold necklaces, and bland smelling food. Not that the food isn't good, it probably is to humans, Seokjin thinks, but compared to the food he regularly eats in his own home, the food is bland.

There's a live band playing to his right on a small stage surrounded by families lying about on blankets and eating out of baskets. A few babies are crying here and there but their mothers are quick to shush them, rocking them in their arms as they hum a lullaby and wait for their fathers to hand them a bottle. Seokjin pauses when he watches two women cooing over a baby between them.

As far as Seokjin knows about humans, what he's watching isn't very common and in some places frowned upon. He doesn't very well understand why per say, but from the social cues he's gathered from humans he's come into contact with, it's not normal.

And it mustn't be if the glares other families are throwing their way is anything to go off of.

Still, Seokjin wonders why it's not normal. There's nothing wrong about it. The two women are doing the exact same thing other parents are doing with their own children. Hell, they look like they're doing a better job than most actually.

One woman catches him staring and Seokjin smiles, nodding his head and waiting until the woman nods back before looking away again.

Some wordless communication has passed between them and he isn't really sure what they were trying to say to each other.

He starts walking again, passing some more street vendors who do their best to pitch sales at him. Seokjin ignores them, instead focusing on the unlit paper lanterns that line the path and follows them into a courtyard where a large fountain is spouting water in the center of it.

The back of his neck prickles with awareness and Seokjin looks to his left to find Jeongguk perched on the dry ledge encompassing the fountain, his ankles tucked in beneath him. He's wearing a hoodie again, except this time the hood is down and his eyes are brighter than before. His hair is lighter too but for the most part, Jeongguk looks exactly the same as the last time Seokjin saw him.

Jeongguk is watching him intently, his eyes briefly trailing down Seokjin's figure before fixating back on his eyes and wordlessly drawing him close. Seokjin goes willingly, letting the strange pull take him forward the few necessary steps he needs to take before he's settling down a foot away from Jeongguk. Jeongguk's blue aura visibly pulses with an unknown surge and Seokjin shivers as a cold gust of wind rushes through the courtyard, scattering litter, leaves and stray flyers alike.

"Hello again."

Jeongguk turns in his seat, his body angled towards Seokjin. "Hi."

Seokjin smiles and nods. "Do you make it a habit to come out during every season?"

"Maybe," Jeongguk says with a tiny shrug, his face expressionless. "This is my first time in autumn though."

Seokjin nods again. "Me too."

People walk past them, almost all of them clutching shopping bags in their hands as they bustle about. Seokjin smiles at a few pigeons that peck at the ground nearby. Jeongguk is silent as he toys with his fingers, possibly struggling with coming up with something to say, but Seokjin is willing to wait it out.

Seokjin would wait for as long as Jeongguk needs.

"Your face..." Jeongguk begins to say, breaking off with a flush when Seokjin looks up to meet his gaze.

"My face what?" Seokjin prompts.

Jeongguk shrugs again, an amused upwards curl to the corners of his mouth as he speaks. "It's different."

"A good different?"

"I suppose so," Jeongguk says with a little chuckle at the end.

"You suppose so?" Seokjin asks, leaning in a little closer.

Jeongguk laughs now, a breathy sound that makes Seokjin's chest flush with warmth. "I don't know. It's more you than last time, but not you at the same time."

"What do you mean? Don't I look like myself?" Seokjin isn't aware of how close he is to the younger until the edges of his vision are layered in a bright icy blue glow.

He leans away quickly, smiling when he catches sight of the flush working itself across Jeongguk's cheeks. Jeongguk gives him a tentative smile back then shakes his head.

"No, you don't."

Seokjin hums, nodding some more as he looks back towards the pigeons. "Oh."

"Yeah."

Now the air is awkward but Seokjin does his best to ignore the feeling. He's out and about during autumn for fuck's sake. If the council knew, he'd be stripped of his status and reborn as a human much earlier than he had planned to. He feels a little rush of absolute thrill run through him when he realizes how fucked he is if he gets caught.

"Do you want to walk around and watch them light the lanterns with me later?" Seokjin asks, turning to meet Jeongguk's gaze once more.

Jeongguk blinks at him, his doe eyes becoming impossibly wide and Seokjin feels the strange urge to laugh. "Now?"

Seokjin nods, letting the pleased smile he's been fighting back spread wide across his lips. "Yes. Unless you have other plans?"

"No!" Jeongguk shouts then flushes when he realizes how loud that was. "I mean, no. No, I do not have other plans."

"Excellent," Seokjin chuckles, clapping his hands together as he stands with a flourish. "Let's go check out the food stalls."

"Oh, uh, I don't have any money," Jeongguk murmurs quietly as he stands up as well.

Seokjin smiles at him and shrugs. "That's fine. I'll pay. I have too much of this money anyway and I need to get rid of it before I head back, otherwise, I'll be found out. So you're doing me a favor by trying out each and every food vendor with me."

"Each and every...?" Jeongguk trails off, gulping nervously as they begin to leave the courtyard. "I don't know if I can eat that much."

"Trust me," Seokjin says with a smile. "You can."

And if Jeongguk keeps a few feet of space between them the entire time, Seokjin acts none the wiser about it.

  3

 The council meeting ends easily enough. Seokjin was as bored as ever during it and his report was easy to hand in, so he doesn't know why he's on edge right now.

His hands are clenched into tight fists, his heartbeat a harsh tattoo in his ears and there's a weird tugging sensation in his gut that's beginning to make him feel queasy. Which he finds beyond strange because gods don't feel sick or queasy or ill in the way that humans generally describe their illnesses as.

But he keeps walking, his eyes on his feet, the tugging sensation only increasing as he does. It's strange and uncomfortable and Seokjin barely registers the cold gush of unexpected wind that strikes him in the face when he rounds the corner and steps outside into the main courtyard.

There's a fight going on out here between two winter spirits. Or maybe a winter god and a spirit. Seokjin can't very well tell with the sensation pulling and urging him towards the commotion.

A ring of spring spirits surround the two fighting, all focused on keeping the worst of the harsh winds away from the flowers. The spirits easily break away and leave him a gap to slip through and then the tugging is easing away as he steps closer to the fight.

He can't really see much even with being this up close. The wind blurs most of his sight and what he can see is just jackets flapping into the spirits’ faces and sprinkles of ichor painting the ground.

Seokjin barely has time to think about why the fight hasn't been broken up yet when the tugging sensation comes back with a vengeance and pushes him forward. He holds his hands out to break his fall and the second his hand touches someone else's arm, he knows without a doubt that it's Jeongguk he's touching.

He doesn't know how he knows, but he does and he doesn't have time to expand on that before the world rips apart before his very eyes and his body goes cold, his eyes closing to a darkness that sears the inside of his skull.

Seokjin loses awareness then, but not before he manages to make out Jeongguk's panicked scream ringing in the air around them.

  4

 Namjoon hovers over him constantly while Seokjin recovers.

It's annoying and Seokjin feels smothered, but he knows better than to take his frustration out on Namjoon. Namjoon is just doing his job as god of medicine to make sure the god of summer recovers just fine. Sure, Namjoon couldn't do anything about the scarring on the back of Seokjin's hand, but considering all the scorched skin Seokjin had first sported, Seokjin is lucky to have Namjoon at his beck and call for the time being.

Instead, Seokjin takes his frustrations out on Jeongguk who he's being forced to send letters through Jimin if he even wants a chance to talk to him. It's dumb and childish and they're gods for fuck's sake, why must they debase themselves to something so elementary?

Still, it goes on like that for a while and Jimin always seems more excited each and every time he comes by to deliver another letter.

Seokjin doesn't understand why until Jimin is jumping up and down on his doorstep one day, waving Jeongguk's letter in Seokjin's face before he tears open the already opened envelope and begins to read the letter aloud in a poor imitation of Jeongguk's voice. Really Seokjin should've seen this coming but he'd been too blinded by his irritation with the winter god to really focus on much else.

"I'd like to meet in winter. Where we first saw one another. Three days time. Please. Jeongguk."

Seokjin rolls his eyes and takes the envelope, letting Jimin in as he prepares food for the messenger and mulls over Jeongguk's request. Jimin bounces in his seat, excitement making the wings on his shoes flutter. Jimin entertains them by floating a few centimeters off his seat, but Seokjin is much too distracted to even notice if Jimin is still in the same room as him or not.

When Seokjin turns to serve Jimin his food, the messenger doesn't need a verbal confirmation of what he already knows.

Still, it lights him up from the inside when Seokjin immediately begins to gather what he deems necessary and presses his response to Jeongguk's summons into Jimin's hand before the younger god leaves.

Seokjin aimlessly wanders his home for the next two days after that, managing to persuade Namjoon into leaving while he does. He feels as healthy as ever and he knows better than to touch other season gods, but he's still lucky that the council let him off the hook when they realized he was trying to break up the fight. Of course, it had ended with Jeongguk getting two hundred years knocked off his sentence as winter, but that had only seemed to make Seokjin even happier when he realized that he and Jeongguk would be giving up their duties with a smaller window of time separating them now.

A season god can't remain in the same form for more than three thousand years, anything more than that and the god will become violent and unreasonable. Most season gods do not wish to serve more than two thousand and five hundred years anyway. Seokjin had been fine with his life as the god of summer until he met Jeongguk.

He isn't very sure about when it happened, maybe during their back-and-forth chain of letters or maybe before that, but somehow Seokjin had begun to care for the winter god in a way similar to what humans described as love. Seokjin didn't really know how that had happened or how he knew what to compare the emotion too, but the idea had come to him easily and so he had accepted it without preamble.

It's on the day of their meeting that Seokjin easily pops into the human realm and wanders the streets of Seoul for a while. He isn't far from where they had first met, but Seokjin doesn't see a reason to hurry onward.

He's altered his appearance again, his chin stronger and his nose smaller but his brows thicker and the shape of his face slimmer. Seokjin is still pretty handsome compared to other humans anyway, but after Jeongguk claiming he didn't really look like himself, Seokjin had been a little self-conscious about the way he looked now.

It's winter in Seoul, dreadfully cold and not that many people walking about. Seokjin huddles into his jacket and his scarf, a beanie on his head. His gloved hands are buried deep within the pockets of his jacket, the slightest bit cold until he remembers that he's the freaking god of summer.

His aura vibrates around him as heat and the smell of hibiscus and marigolds engulf him. His face feels warmer and he's sure there's a flush steadily working its way across his face, but for the moment, Seokjin is more preoccupied with the tugging sensation making a comeback in his gut.

It's urging him to round the corner and Seokjin knows without a doubt that it's his own personal Jeongguk compass.

So he follows the pull, feeling squeamish with each step until he's past the corner of the street and he can see a hooded figure sitting at their table. The tug lessens as Seokjin crosses the street and then Jeongguk turns in his seat to pin Seokjin with his gaze. Seokjin takes another step and freezes when a violent wind rips the air in front of him.

His vision of Jeongguk is splintered now, but he can clearly make out the panicked look in Jeongguk's eyes as the younger man stands up and rushes towards Seokjin.

The wind grows stronger, a strange ice-cold trail of liquid running down Seokjin's spine as he tries to walk forward again. More wind whips out at him, colder and harsher than before and Seokjin feels glued to the spot. He can't move, he feels frozen solid and Jeongguk is screaming again.

Blue is filling his vision. Seokjin feels as if he'll never be warm again.

There's a hand on his arm now, unfamiliar and familiar all at the same time. Jeongguk is no longer anywhere in Seokjin's sight and Seokjin belatedly realizes that he is no longer in Seoul anymore.

Jimin's grip on him is tight as they jump through the realms, but Seokjin can't focus on anything more than that.

The world rips apart again for the second time and Seokjin blacks out as cold wraps itself around him.

Later, Jeongguk will send a letter to Seokjin apologizing for everything, but Seokjin ignores the majority of the letter and only hangs onto three little words that mean the world to him.

See you soon.

  5

 Namjoon's hovering is more annoying now.

Seokjin lets him stay longer than last time, but eventually, he's healed again and Jeongguk's sentence has now had another three hundred years deduced from it.

Really, Seokjin's lucky that Jeongguk took the full brunt of the blame for what happened and the blizzard that had wracked Seoul won't be forgotten anytime soon. Seokjin doesn't feel lucky though when Jeongguk sends him another letter saying they can't see one another again.

And he really should have known that would happen.

When season gods come into repeated contact with one another, strange and horrible natural occurrences happen as their spirits become more intertwined. Their auras begin calling to one another whenever the other is nearby, completely blinding the god to the air changing around them until it's far too late. When season gods touch one another, the mark of their season is burned into the other god's skin, proclaiming them connected for the unforeseeable future.

Suddenly, it isn't so strange why Seokjin had been banned from visiting the other season gods without the council's explicit permission to do so.

The crisscrossed snowflakes on the back of his hand are proof enough.

Still, the days grow boring in his home and the realm of summer makes him restless. The days begin to bleed into years and Seokjin barely notices that his time as summer is almost up.

But that also means Jeongguk's time is almost up as well.

Seokjin marks his calendar and spends evenings with Jimin on his back porch, sipping on iced drinks as they coo over Jeongguk's letters.

Before long, Seokjin is standing in the council room with the new summer god in front of him, nervously waiting for Seokjin to pass on his duties.

Hoseok is jittery, sure, but Seokjin knows he'll make a fine god of summer and tells him this before taking Hoseok's trembling hand and letting go of immortality.

  Seokjin's life has been pretty uneventful so far. He doesn't feel special or extraordinary and being from a wealthy family doesn't really mean much to him.

Of course, the expensive school trips to Australia and Japan, always having the latest trendiest fashions in his wardrobe and never having to question whether he'd be able to pay for university were comforting things to Seokjin, but in the long run, he knows he'd have been fine without all of that. He's handsome and smart and well-mannered and his love for puns always makes his friends laugh nervously with him.

Seokjin has never wanted for not, but no matter where's he been or what's he done, there's always been an empty hole within him. He doesn't know what's supposed to be there, but something vital about him is missing.

The strange scar on the back of his hand might be able to give him some clues. Maybe, but on the other hand, it always seems to ache whenever it snows or is about to snow and that’s the most Seokjin has ever learned about it.

After staring so intently at the scarring for twenty-six years, Seokjin has come to see crisscrossed snowflakes on the back of his hand. Which he finds ironic because his favorite season is summer.

During summer, he can walk around his apartment shirtless and in boxers while the ac blows cold air into his space. He can use the heat as an excuse for not dressing formally when his parents hold their monthly dinners and if he wants to stick his head into his freezer back at his apartment, he has the full liberty to do just that. Summer means no school, scorching heat and lots of ice cream.

Summer also means that Seokjin's alone.

Sometimes, Seokjin will feel a strange sense of deja vu when he's walking down a street near the university and other times he feels as if he's waiting for someone when he sits down at an outside table at his favorite cafe. He doesn't know why he feels like this, but it's been going on for most of his life so he's just sort of used to it by now.

Still, there's something missing from his life and Seokjin desperately wants to know what it is.

   Seokjin strolls leisurely down the sidewalk, content with the way that sunlight falls onto his face.

It's warm in Seoul, almost on the verge of hot, but it's late springtime right now and Seokjin thinks summer might come early this year. He's just finished his early final for his mythology class and he's pretty sure he aced it.

People around him are dressed in jeans and sneakers, very young by the looks of them. They have backpacks with them and sweat accumulating on their brows and Seokjin empathizes with them about this early summer heat and the stress brought on by school.

No one bothers him as he walks by. A few people stop and stare at him, but Seokjin knows they're oggling at him because of his face. He pauses to examine himself in the window of a shop, his sweaty reflection staring back at him.

His brown hair is styled perfectly, parted down the side with the longer half of his hair swept across his forehead. It's a style he's perfected over time after standing for hours in front of his mirror, agonizing over his hair and making his bangs fall just the right way. His nose is just the right length for his face and his plush lips are something he's nicknamed as "blow job lips" and of course, he'd lived up to that title by giving a few lucky guys a blowie or two.

But that's another matter altogether. Right now, Seokjin is in awe of the fact of just how much his face reflects who he truly is. There's almost a glow surrounding him as he ruffles his hair, making him look slightly inhuman and more godly than anything else, but Seokjin ends up smirking when the messy hair only adds to his attractiveness.

And that's when he sees him.

A hooded figure is sitting at his table outside his favorite cafe, something blue about their body engulfing them. Seokjin shivers when the figure looks up in his direction, mouth agape as they stare. He makes a split second decision and rolls his shoulders back as he turns around, quickly making his way towards the figure. Something tugs him closer to the stranger and Seokjin is helpless to defy the feeling as he walks forward.

The figure doesn't move, but Seokjin can tell that they want to run.

He sits down across from them, smiling to himself when a waiter instantly appears and asks for his order. Seokjin doesn't have to take a glance at the menu to know what he wants, yet it's still amusing to see the figure twitch with unease as the waiter walks away.

"You know, it's much too hot for that hoodie to be comfortable," Seokjin murmurs, leaning back in his chair as the hooded figure peers up at him.

They don't reply at first, merely watch Seokjin as he settles himself in. The tugging sensation is gone now and Seokjin feels as if he can breathe easier. But then the hooded figure straightens in their chair and removes their hood.

Seokjin kind of wishes they hadn't once he takes in the man's face. He's young, very young and Seokjin feels as if he knows him from somewhere. He drinks in his full of the man's small mouth, his doe eyes, and his large nose that's particularly round near the end of it. He's very handsome, almost as handsome as Seokjin.

The man starts to fidget in his chair and Seokjin snaps out of his trance, smiling reassuringly at him before blurting the first thing he can think of to break the awkward silence.

"Your eyes are a lovely color."

A flush begins to work across the young man's face. "They're just brown."

His voice is just as pleasant as his face, Seokjin thinks.

"A lovely brown. Nothing plain about them, you know," Seokjin chastises.

"Whatever you say then." The man blinks and blushes furiously and thenー "Your, um, eyes are...lovely, too."

Seokjin preens under the compliment, a warm feeling settling into his gut as the man avoids looking him in the eye and he still can't fight that heavy feeling of deja vu that's plaguing him. "Thank you."

"So," Seokjin says after the waiter has appeared with his order. "Do you come here often?"

"Um," the man mutters, his fingers interwoven together so tightly that Seokjin's unsure if they'll ever be free of one another again. "I guess?"

Seokjin laughs and flushes as well when he realizes how utterly bizarre this all is. He's probably just ruined this cute guy's day.

"Why don't I introduce myself," Seokjin says with a smile, holding his hand out across the table for the man to shake, ignoring the fact that it's his scarred one. "I'm Kim Seokjin. Twenty-six years old and your local still-stuck-in university student."

The man shifts uncomfortably in his seat, eyeing Seokjin's hand warily. "I'm Jeon Jeongguk. I'm twenty-one and I'll be starting at the university nearby next fall."

Jeongguk takes Seokjin's hand and Seokjin barely notices the raised skin on the back of it before the world comes to a stop around them and his scar begins to burn. A sharp awareness flashes between them and Seokjin goes dizzy with all the memories that are flashing in his mind.

Letters. A cute, bunny-like smile. Winged shoes. Scrawly handwriting and amusing doodles of buffed up bunnies. Two bodies tumbling together on the ground. Harsh, cold winds slapping Seokjin in the face. A panicked scream he wishes he'll never have to hear again. The feeling of his skin being burned before he blacks out and then wakes up to his bandaged body being taken care of by someone whose name he can't remember anymore. The fresh crisscrossed snowflakes on his hand as he gripped onto a number of pens tightly as he wrote more love letters to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk.

The world restarts and Seokjin finds that the emptiness within him is filled in now.

"Gukkie," Seokjin murmurs, unshed tears glimmering in his eyes as his scar stops burning. "Where have you been?"

Jeongguk looks up at him in wonder, silently shifting their hands until the back of his hand is facing upwards and Seokjin almost chokes at the sight of the sun-shaped scar located there. "Looking for you."

Seokjin traces the scar, in awe of how cool Jeongguk's skin feels under his scorching touch. "Well, you've found me. What do you plan to do now?"

Jeongguk smiles and leans forward, letting his other hand cup the side of Seokjin's face. "Stay by your side for a very long time."

Seokjin finds himself leaning in as well, their lips a hairsbreadth apart. "That sounds like an amazing plan."

"It is, isn't it?" Jeongguk smiles, their breaths intermingling in the tiny space between them.

They lean in as one, their lips brushing together gently and Seokjin finally lets himself breathe as Jeongguk presses more insistently against his mouth.

Summer is no longer Seokjin's favorite season now that Winter has come to stay.

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What about a Comic x Razz story? Like one in which one of them is insecure about their apparence and the other comfort them?

I might’ve gone a bit overboard here…Warnings: Self-esteem issues (of a kind), insecurety over appearance, lots of talk about scars, past lack of control

Razz had always known he was gorgeous. Or well, always might be a bit of an overstatement. But for a long time nowhe had known. He had strong, white bones, his eye sockets were beautifully shaped,his teeth were even. Even his scars had always been something to be proud of. Infact, the one over his right socket even enhanced his beauty. Scars witnessedof strength, of survival. Of battles fought and won.

Yet, when he found himself among the other versions of him. Amongthe peaceful ones, the ones who had never had to fight to live or to protect, hecould feel every single one. Razz’s body was covered in them. Bigger ones, likethe one in his face; given to him when he was only a child. Small lines fromswords and axes and claws and teeth covering his arms. Chipped bone and even arib which lacked the end of itself due to a fight a couple years ago.

It was hard to see them as beauty spots and signs of his power whenhe knew that Blue was just as powerful as him. Not as well-trained, not asexperienced, but just as powerful. That Sans was stronger than him – than them all.Yet neither of them bore a single mark. Sure, there was the occasional bruisefrom dropping something on a hand, but those healed. Those disappeared. Red,however, was even more chipped than him, but Red had never showed any signs ofcaring about his appearance. With mustard-stained t-shirt and untied sneakers,Razz was willing to bet he didn’t at all. Razz did care about his.

In a world where he had lacked control for so long, until he metAlphys and she agreed to train him, his appearance had been all he had. Hecould be beautiful. Perhaps he couldn’t be powerful. Perhaps he couldn’t controlhis own life. Perhaps he could die at any time, or worse. But he could be beautiful, because he was. Razz was well-shaped, Razz was naturally pretty, Razz hadevery opportunity to be a real beauty. So he took it, and he never let it go.

It wasn’t exactly a drawback that the more gorgeous he got theeasier he could charm his way out of a dangerous situation if he couldn’tfight.Even as a member of the Royal Guard, even as the Lieutenant, he kept caring. Now he waspowerful and influential and Her Majesty the Queen had even told him he was oneof her favourite guards. No one would ever mess with him or his brother again.

And he was still pretty, because it was important to him to bepretty.

Therefore, as he sat in the couch with his counterparts and studiedhim, he felt almost ill. There was Blue, who had his well-shaped sockets evenif he lacked Razz’s posture. There was Sans, who had even whiter bones even ifhe lacked perfect teeth. There was Red, who had his strong bones even if he lackeda perfect face, due to his own scars.

Picking at his scarf, Razz tried to avoid thinking too hard aboutit. He laughed at Red’s stupid jokes, which were funny just because they were stupid.He shared cooking tips with Blue. He promised Sans to check in on the AnnoyingDog of Undertale when they went on vacation.

After a while, Red and Blue left. Sans threw him a concerned gaze,and came to sit down next to him. Razz moved backwards in the couch, away fromthe other. Sans was wearing only a t-shirt, and he couldn’t help but let hiseyelights travel down the other’s spotless arms. Compare them to his, whichwere filled with zig-zagging scars and missing a few chips.

In Swapfell it was a sign of strength, of power. In Swapfell,proudly wearing the injuries you got from the battles you won were incrediblyattractive, because nothing was more attractive than strength. In Taleverses,it wasn’t the same. And he wanted Sans to find him attractive, they werefucking dating. Yet it felt like the scars prevented that because where Sanscame from people didn’t wear their scars like trophies. Razz sat silent as hisboyfriend cupped his face in his hands and stared at him.

“are you okay?” Sans asked, and he nodded. The other’s socketsnarrowed, and he didn’t look like he believed him. “razz? i wanna know thetruth. you’ve been picking at your scars all night.”

When Razz didn’t speak, Sans frowned, “is it your scars? paps andred both said you might feel self-conscious about them. fell did when he and mybro were dating.”

Unable to help himself, Razz flinched again. He averted hiseyelights and stared at the roof. Sans sighed. Razz quickly glanced back as hefelt the other lean over him, and teeth were pressed against his forehead in akiss. Sans kept pressing kisses over his face, on his scar, before going down.Razz felt a little warmer inside.

“you’re beautiful, love,” he said as he reached Razz’s throat. Thenhis clavicle, then his arms. “you’re prettier than the stars, and you know howmuch i love the stars. your scars are just as perfect as you are.” Razz feltthe corners of his mouth starting to tug into a soft smile and his soulfluttered as Sans grabbed his wrist, pressing kisses down the chips andimperfections on it. “you’re the loveliest monster or human in the world, anddon’t you dare think otherwise. and i am so impressed with you for surviving allthose years in swapfell.”

Once he had finished with Razz’s arms, Razz felt those warm handstake his face again. Sans grinned at him.

“i love you, and you’re gorgeous. don’t you dare think otherwise,ever.”

Despite trying not to, Razz laughed. Smiling, his soul feeling alittle lighter, he grabbed the other and pressed their teeth together. Oncethey broke the kiss, they were both gasping.

“I LOVE YOU TOO.”

“i’m so lucky.”