A brief report on patient : lee seokmin
Diagnosis : skin deprivation
It’s burning up deep inside
Touch-starve, a term that seokmin recently learnt. It was almost ironic how that one specific term just describe his mood every second of the day now. But this mood only applies when he sees you, or when he thinks of you, or when reading your not so children friendly texts. He was suffering. Suffering from his unsettling infatuation for you. It was all too well, he was able to hide it from everyone, from you too. He would veil his emotions with his loud laughter and innocent eye smiles. But then, it was not too fine.
You supposed it’s normal for couples to get intimate, to hold hands, hug, kiss and more. After all, you have been dating for a solid three months already. You thought you understand the desire to want physical intimacy, you love being in his arms, having his lips on yours, to make him blush with teasing nibbles on his ears. But no, you didn’t understand. You didn’t even come close to empathizing his urge to touch you, or have you touching him. He needs it. You could as well call him wretched right now, nothing and no one could help him except for you. Your touch, to be exact.
Now let’s talk about how you found out about his symptoms of skin deprivation from you.
It was a chilly Sunday night. You, him and a few friends had arranged to meet at a Korean barbecue place. He had his arms wrapped around your waist once he greeted you, face buried in your shoulder whispering clichés. He missed you, and you got the message. But it was certainly weird when he refused to let go after a minute. You were hugging in the middle of the street, his face rubbing on the side of your neck. You nudged him and he finally decided it wasn't appropriate to be blocking others’ way and held your hand before started walking again.
It was odd. You thought to yourself.
He has always been a bit clingy, but you could feel the despair when he had to let go of you. It was almost like he HAD to hold you. Strange. But the thought brushed off as you two stepped into the restaurant, he waved at your friends with his free hand accompanied by loud greetings. As if he was his normal self again. His hand never let go of yours. But it was fine, he was keeping your cold hands warm. Everything seemed so picturesque and normal when conversations started, your friends mocking you two being lovey dovey. Everything was in order before the food came.
You let go of your hand when the food came, you had to help arrange the plates on the table to fit all the food you ordered. You knew it, you saw the pout on his face when you did just that. It was quick, but you caught it. He was whispering in your ears, he could help to take care of the food, he would help to grill the food. He was so close, he was practically putting his chin on your shoulder. He needs it.
He shivered when you placed your palm on his left thigh under the shadow of the table. It was supposed to be a casual display of affection. But not when you found out about his secret and all he could think of is the burning indentation of your hand on him. He could use a shot, he thought to himself. Alcohol or vaccine, or both. He needed help, yes. Yet to be fair, he needed you more. But nothing is fair now, because you knew now. And he didn’t know about that.
He lost his façade once your hand started moving. It was subtle, it was gentle, it was nothing. But was it? You were chatting merrily about a goofy professor with your friends across the table; and touching him absentmindedly under the table. No one was supposed to find out, his knuckles were turning white and his face turning pink. The dim lighting and smoky surroundings did him a great favor, he was just being helpful and turning the tiny steaks over. You were disappointed with his reaction, or more like the lack of reaction.
You wanted to see the hidden side of his, the side that was overshadowed by his bright, cheery persona. The corrupted and deplorable side. It would be fascinating.
So your hand moved further this time, he shuddered. You showed a faint smirk and sipping your glass of lime soda before carrying on the conversation you were having with your friends. Then they started joking about how unusually quiet he was today. He laughed it off and reasoned it with him being nice and cooking food for them. You couldn’t be a worse person, you thought to yourself when your hand landed right on his crotch. He let out a silent hiss, but it didn’t stop him from putting food on your plate.
It was funny how he knew exactly what you were doing and chose not to react. It was mildly infuriating to you. What was he trying to conceal? But you were done for the moment, you placed your hand back onto the table and the conversations went on.
He couldn’t help but feel ill about the situation. You kept an undetectable distance with him, but it was there. Your thighs weren’t touching, and all he wanted was to have that physical contact. He stared at your hand, it was on his lap ten minutes ago and now it was resting calmly on the table. He didn’t know what was in your mind, did you find out? Or was it just another tease?
The night with friends ended quickly when they headed home separately. You were holding hands with him on the way to your home. You weren’t about to give up on his confession, so you invited him over to your place, as the both of you enjoy a day off for Monday.
He didn’t know how to react when you sat down next to him on the couch wearing only a tank top and sleeping shorts. He had his hands on his knees, rubbing them subconsciously. He was nervous, it was the elephant in the room. The only thing that could bother him more other than your revealing pajamas was that your hands wasn’t on his. He had his eyes on you when you had yours on the romcom playing on your tv. He gulped out of instinct, he was thirsty and he didn’t know if he was able to hide it from you anymore. His breaths quickened, you observed and you found out. You pulled him closer and nibbled his neck.
He froze immediately but he didn’t budge. The sudden bliss of your touch travelled through his body. It was like a spark to gasoline. You still had your face nuzzled on his nape when he lifted you off gently and placing you on his lap. You steadied yourself and looked into his eyes, he was craving for more. He had his hands on your waist and you could feel them shaking.
You know what he wants, he knows what he needs, but no one says a thing.
“Skin deprivation… also known as touch-starved and skin hunger. Did I guessed it wrong?”
You had a hint of evil in your tone. His hands never left your waist and his breathing got heavier. Your hands travelled to his exposed collarbones when you waited for his answer.
“I-I can explain. I don’t know why but I just want, no, need you to touch me… it was strange but I am sorry. I’m so sorry!!”
You smiled at his frantic apology. Your fingers tapped on his collarbones with a steady pace. It was supposed to satisfy his need for touch but why did it make the situation worse?
Now he just wanted more, he needed more.
You answered him with a soft kiss on his nose, then one on his cheek, the final one on his lips. He didn’t let the opportunity slip this time, finally. He had his hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as his other hand pulled you even closer to him. It was a relief for the both of you, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough for the both of you. And you wanted the confession.
“Did this helped drench your thirst? Should we… go back to the romcom now?”
You broke away first, noticing the slight pout on his face but still spoke up. You knew he wanted more, he knew he wanted more. All he needed to do was ask. Would he?
“Can we … continue? I think I would need a little more, please?”
He had those beautiful puppy eyes when he asked, he was desperate for you and now that you found out, he had no reason to hide it anymore. You smirked, cupping his cheeks and placed a light peck on his lips.
Treatment result : success
So the idea of this imagine was inspired by this ask @thetypingpup sent in TAT !!! I wanted to make it more fun so I added the medical report detail ~
This is also proof of me not going hiatus ಠ_ಠ I just have a lot of stuff to do lately!!!!
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