Yooseven Library AU
Requested by @lurokol
“Hmm how about yoosung and seven meet in a library while picking out the same book? And they haven’t seen each other since the party that mc helped host?”
It wasn’t because he didn’t have enough sleep. It wasn’t because he had been overworked in any way. So why did Yoosung feel so drained? To be fair, it was a slow day in the library. It’s not like being a librarian was the hardest job in the world. Honestly, it was easy. Painfully easy.
Sometimes he wondered if “librarian” was the right term he should use for what he was. Library Assistant? Nah. There was no one to assist. Nothing sounded quite right. He operated the small public library by himself most of the time, and honestly he was all the library needed. Customers left just as fast as they came, and Yoosung tended to every single one.
The library was like a second home to him. He’s been “working” there since he was fourteen, so he pretty much knew the place from the back of his hand. Granted, the library was much more booming before there was Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, and all that jazz, but he didn’t blame kids his age for rather being on their phones than hanging out at the library. To be honest, he was on his own phone most of the time, when the library was just too boring, and working at the same quiet, lonely library was literally always too boring, but something about the atmosphere of the place just put him at ease.
On some days he hated the library. On other days he loved it. He wasn’t sure which one he should ultimately decide on, because it was all just a matter of perspective. On one hand, he was nearly eighteen, in this big bad world, and he was working at probably the most boring job any eighteen year old should ever have, but on the other, he lived in what seemed like the smallest, most mediocre town in the world, and he successfully operated a library all by himself.
Yoosung grew quite fond of reading when the days alone in the library really got to him, and in some ways he was thankful for those lonely days. Today was one of them. It was a hot afternoon in the beginning of summer, not to mention, a Sunday, and there had only been a few people come in, one being his mom dropping off his lunch.
He audibly sighed, and sat down his phone. Today just happened to be one of those days when he hated the library. He couldn’t help but think of what other kids his age were doing right now. Of course, he knew what kids in this town were doing; either sports, having sex, or nothing, just like him. Nothing ever really happened in this town.
Memories of that certain trip flooded into his mind. If only he could go back.
He and his family went to New York City for New Years two years ago, and it was by far the most fun he’s had in his life. Everything was so big, eventful, and just different. He somehow snuck his way into a New Years Countdown party organized from some company called the RFA, and had the wildest night ever. Being only sixteen at the time, he did some pretty irresponsible and illegal things that he most certainly didn’t regret doing. He may or may not have had his first shot that night. Or his second.
For Yoosung, that was crazy because it was the only time he had ever been out of this town in his life for something fun. It was also crazy because that night was when he got his first kiss.
And he owed it all to him. At the party, he met someone. A boy. A boy with red hair, the goofiest yellow glasses, and an even goofier smile.
Long story short, because it was midnight, and everyone around them seemed to be sharing a New Year’s kiss- You get the picture.
Yoosung just wished he could do stuff like that everyday; go out to parties, meet people like him, have a little fun every now and then. He couldn’t, though, because he lived in the hell holes of this town.
If only he lived in New York. Parties like that probably happened all the time, and he just missed out on them. Yoosung groaned. He’d live in New York someday. He’d go to parties like that. He’d be getting kisses from guys he didn’t know left and right.
By the time he caught himself thinking about it for the hundredth time, Yoosung decided that he should probably do something more productive, and stop daydreaming. He walked over to the ‘new releases’ section, and noticed someone there. He must’ve been so caught up in daydreaming that he didn’t notice the boy walk in. He didn’t really like seeing kids from school at the library. It was kinda awkward, if you think about it. “Hey. I’m Yoosung, and this is where I spend all my free time.” He awkwardly bowed his head in hopes to avoid any awkward eye contact. Once he was there, awkwardly standing right beside of the kid, he decided to look up. Still avoiding eye contact, his eyes darted to the books until he found the one. Trials Of Apollo. He smiled. He saw it when he was putting it on the shelf for the first time, but he had never actually read it yet himself.
Glad that nobody had taken it yet, he extended a hand, and went to grab it, only to bump into another hand. He looked up to see who the hand belonged to, and memories of the party came flooding back to him.
He was standing by himself at the stairs, eating ice. Maybe coming to this party wasn’t such a great idea. Maybe parties weren’t all they’re hyped up to be.
His thoughts were interrupted by a cute red-head. Scratch that, a hot red-head.
“Hey.” The boy leaned against the hand rail, next to him.
“Uh hi.” Yoosung half-smiled.
“Not to be rude, but aren’t you a little young to be at a party like this?” He quirked an eyebrow.
Yoosung swallowed. Was he that obvious?
“I um- yeah. I’m sixteen…”
The other boy smiled. “Seventeen.” He extended his hand for Yoosung to shake. That meant that the other boy was too young to be here, also.
“What are you drinkin’?” Seven asked, looking into Yoosung’s cup.
“Well, nothing.. I just-”
“You managed to sneak into a 21+ party, and you’re not even drinking?”
“Well, I’ve never drank before, and I don’t think-”
“C'mon. Have some fun. Drink a little. I won’t tell anyone.” He winked.
“I- okay.” Yoosung let his hand be taken by the other boy, and lead into the kitchen.
“Wait,” Yoosung asked, and stopped them, “I never got your name.”
The boy just smiled at him, and continued to lead him to the drinks.
Yoosung instantly drew his hand away, still eyeing the boy.
“Hey, Yoosung.” The boy smiled.
Yoosung’s breath hitched. He remembered him.
“Hey..” he looked to the ground.
“What are you doing here?”
“I work here.”
“You work here? As in, this is your job, and you live somewhere around-”
The boy smiled again. “Well, how about that? I thought summer here was going to be boring.”
Yoosung looked back up at him, frightened. A summer with this kid probably wasn’t the greatest idea. It be fun, yes, but this kid’s idea of fun was kissing strangers at midnight, and sneaking into adult parties.
“Awh. Why that face? Do you not like me?” The read-head put on a fake pouty face.
“I, uh-” Yoosung started, only to be interrupted by the boy, once again.
“You seemed to like me that one night at the party. Remember when it was midnight and we-”
“I don’t remember anything from that night,” Yoosung lied, “I was drunk.”
“I’m calling b.s. You weren’t drunk. I remember.”
“Maybe, but that still doesn’t hide the fact that you,” he pointed at Yoosung, “kissed me.” He pointed back at himself.
“You kissed me.”
“Yeah. After you had done started kissing me.”
Yoosung went to take another shot.
“Woah, take it easy. It’s your first time drinking. You should probably go a little slower.” The mystery boy laughed.
“I’ll be fine~” Yoosung smiled at him.
Something about that was really sweet. This seventeen year old kid who apparently had a history of sneaking into parties like this has stopped him from taking his third shot. He was concerned for Yoosung’s well being. This kid, who knew it better than anyone, stopped him.
The boy grabbed his hand, and made way to the dance floor.
“It’s almost time for the ball drop,” he started, “lets go count down!”
Yoosung trailed behind the kid, trying not to bump into any of the gross, sex-driven 21 year olds grinding on each other, even though the music had stopped.
Yoosung and the boy looked at each other, and started counting with the rest of the house.
It suddenly got a a lot quieter all of the sudden, and Yoosung looked around. Awkward. It seemed as if every single person on the dancefloor was kissing someone.
Trying to find a way to make the situation less awkward, Yoosung decided to hug the boy. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Showing the boy some affection, but not full-on kissing him? Yoosung, and the boy separated.
“Thanks.” The boy smiled sweetly.
“I um… no problem…”
Don’t get him wrong, Yoosung did want to kiss the boy, but he wasn’t sure if that’s what the boy wanted. If only there was a sign that the boy wanted to kiss him back.
Slow music started to play, desperately trying to add to the “New Year’s kiss” kind of mood, and that’s when Yoosung got an idea.
“Wanna dance?” He asked, blushing a bit.
The boy nodded. “Sure. Wanna be the boy or the girl? You’re a little bit shorter so, I assume you wanna be the girl?”
Yoosung didn’t think about that. He had never danced with another guy before, only girls. He had always been the boy. What did being the girl feel like? He wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with being the girl.
“I’ve never..” he trailed off, still looking into the red-head’s eyes.
The boy sighed happily, most-likely understanding. He took Yoosung’s arms, and put them on his waist right before putting his hands around Yoosung’s neck. It was a little awkward because he was taller than Yoosung, but only by a few inches, so it wasn’t too unbearable.
That made Yoosung’s heart thump. That whole gesture. The boy understood. Although it was the better choice to have Yoosung dance the female part, he took Yoosung’s feelings into account, and let him dance the male. He may have been a little wild, but this kid was sweet. The blonde’s eyes darted up to look into the taller boy’s, and his stare was met. The other boy’s eyes eyes trailed down to look at Yoosung’s lips, and then back up to his eyes.
‘Now or never’ Yoosung thought. He closed the space in between them, and kissed the other boy softly. It was obvious that the read-head was taken by surprise, but he kissed back only moments later. It only got heated from there when the taller boy’s hands went from around Yoosung’s neck to his cheeks, kissing him more forcefully, and Yoosung pulled his hips closer.
They both weren’t sure how long the kiss went on, but it was nice.
“It’s not like you didn’t obviously hint around that you wanted me to.” Yoosung said, looking away to avoid the eye contact that he oh so hated.
“That’s true. I did want you to kiss me, and if you didn’t, I probably would’ve kissed you myself.”
This made Yoosung blush. He was so flustered at the moment that he couldn’t think of any words to say, so he changed the subject.
“So why are you here?” He asked, looking back up to the boy who had gotten taller since he had seen him last.
“Ah. Funny story, actually. Turns out, my parents caught me sneaking out for another party, and basically found out that I’ve been going to them for years now. My grandma lives here, and I guess it’s my punishment, being away from my friends in this place with nowhere to go, and nothing to do all summer,” he smiled, “guess it isn’t such a punishment now, is it?”
Yoosung blushed again. “You never even gave me your name.”
“Seven. Call me Seven.”
And from that point on, the library got a lot less lonely.
(I really hope you still enjoyed it, although I changed a few things. Thank you sososososo much for the prompt. I loved writing it!)