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noona-clock · 4 years

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What’s Your Sign?: Scorpio

Genre: Ski Resort!AU

Pairing: T.O.P/Seunghyun x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Words: 6,408

Author’s Note: Since I’m so fascinated by astrology, I decided to do a Zodiac series! I will be writing a one-shot fic for each sign featuring different members from different groups (and even an actor!). Each story will be posted on the 5th of the month during that sign’s season. Please reblog, comment, or send in an ask with your feedback! Thank you for your support 💜

Skiing wasn’t really your thing.

Like... at all.

You’d never actually tried it, but you were basically the opposite of athletic, and the idea of hurtling down a mountain -- a slippery, snowy mountain -- on two thin pieces of wood was just... not something that tempted you whatsoever.

The idea of sitting in a cozy cabin with a warm blanket and a roaring fire and a steaming mug of hot chocolate, however... that picture was infinitely more appealing. So, when two of your very best friends invited you to spend a few days in a ski chalet they’d rented with their boyfriend and girlfriend, respectively, you agreed to tag along (even though being a fifth wheel was also something that didn’t tempt you).

This year had been pretty rough for you personally, though, so a vacation in a wintry paradise would do wonders for your mental health. Plus, your friends and their significant others did like skiing, so you would most likely be alone for a good majority of the day, free to snuggle up on the couch and drink as much hot chocolate as your heart desired.

But then one of your best friends, Cindy, told you that her boyfriend, Jiyong, was bringing his best friend, Seunghyun, along.

So... yay because you wouldn’t be the only fifth wheel, but also yikes because Seunghyun was super scary and you didn’t like him.

Okay, no, that isn’t entirely true.

You were just incredibly intimidated by him and were too shy to ever talk to him directly because, as mentioned, he was super scary. He cut a pretty imposing figure, his resting facial expression was quite serious, and he had a really deep voice that was just...

Scary.

And you were almost completely positive that he hated you.

So, yeah. As soon as Cindy told you he was coming, you were extremely tempted to chicken out and stay home.

“Oh, come on,” Cindy urged as she opened her trunk and reached for your suitcase -- because, yes, she had waited that long to tell you about the sixth guest on this trip. No doubt she knew you would want to back out as soon as you heard Seunghyun would be there, so she had told you at the last possible minute to prevent you from doing just that. “He’ll probably just come skiing with us, so you’ll barely see him!”

“Cindy!” you whined, resisting the urge to stamp your foot like a petulant child. “He totally hates me! Does he even know I’m going to be there?!”

“Yes, I’m sure he does.”

“So, you don’t know for sure that he does,” you retorted.

“I’m sure Jiyong told him you were coming when he invited him!”

“But you weren’t there when he did?”

“Y/N, get in the car,” Cindy ordered with pursed lips and a tone of pure irritation. “You already said you were coming, you paid for your share of the cabin, I bought two boxes of your favorite hot chocolate -- you are getting in this car.”

While Cindy was definitely not as intimidating and scary as Seunghyun, her ‘I mean business’ tone was still scary enough to make you open the passenger-side door and slide into the seat with very little hesitation.

Cindy thanked you sweetly when she got into the driver’s seat next to you after stowing your bag in the trunk, and then she pulled away from your apartment to go and pick up Liah and her girlfriend, Renee. The four of you would be driving up to this cabin together while, apparently, Jiyong and Seunghyun would drive themselves and meet you there.

As soon as Cindy got out of the car at Liah and Renee’s house and closed her door behind her, you heard Liah’s muffled voice ask, “Did you tell her?”

You immediately glowered at them through your window, and when Renee got into the seat behind you, you turned around to look at her.

“Was that really the plan all along? To not tell me that he was coming until the last minute when I had no choice but to still go?”

A smirk tugged at Renee’s lips, and you knew the answer immediately.

It really had been the plan all along. Your two best friends were way more scheming and conniving than you would’ve guessed.

“It’ll be fine,” Renee insisted in that smooth, calming voice of hers -- the kind of voice that actually made you believe her when she said ‘it’ll be fine.’ “It’s not like you’ll have to share a room with him.”

Even though she was right in assuming you absolutely would not want to share a room with him, the fact that she said it made you feel like you were being annoyingly juvenile about this.

I mean, you were an adult! Seunghyun scared you, and you would never even consider calling him a friend, but you were mature enough to be able to share a room with him if you had to!

...But you were glad you didn’t have to.

Instead of replying to her, you simply let out a soft sigh and turned back around, waiting for your two best friends to join you in the car so you could get going.

“I’m very proud of you, Y/N,” Liah announced as soon as she took her spot in the back seat. “I was fully expecting you to stay home once you found out.”

“Oh, come on!” you scoffed, your brow furrowing deeply as you whipped your head around to frown at her. “You don’t think I’m mature enough to handle being a little uncomfortable?”

“It’s not that you’re too immature to handle it,” Liah replied. “I absolutely think you’re mature enough to handle it. You just won’t like it handling it. Hate it, in fact.”

...And, of course, she was correct. Just because you would share a room with Seunghyun if you had to didn’t mean you would like it.

But you wouldn’t have to, so there was really no need to even think about it.

Thankfully, after Liah’s remark, the subject of your willingness to be around Jiyong’s scary best friend wasn’t brought up again. The four of you, instead, discussed the meals you would cook for each other (it had already been agreed upon that a different person would be responsible for dinner each night, and there were several full grocery bags in Cindy’s trunk at the moment), played a round and a half of the Alphabet game, and engaged in a heaping handful of sing-alongs.

You unconsciously kept an eye on Cindy’s GPS the entire time, watching as the hours until your arrival turned into minutes.

Why were you so anxious? Why was your heart starting to beat just a little bit faster with every minute passed?

I mean, probably just because you hated being in awkward situations, and you knew it would absolutely be awkward when you first got to the cabin. Basically, the greeting between you and Seunghyun would determine what it would be like for the two of you during the entire trip.

If he, for some reason, decided to be polite -- or even civil -- when he first saw you, then maybe you would be able to spend the next several days in some state of relaxation. But if he ignored and avoided you -- which was the most likely option -- then you would probably be walking on eggshells the whole time. Peering around every corner to make sure he wasn’t already in the room. Waiting until he left the cabin before setting up camp on the sofa for the day.

...Maybe you should’ve insisted on staying home. Because none of that sounded at all pleasant, and if a vacation was supposed to be one thing, it was supposed to be pleasant. You should be able to enjoy yourself! But if it was going to be awkward around Scary Seunghyun all the time, you weren’t going to enjoy yourself!

Ugh.

But it was definitely too late to back out now. The GPS was calculating your arrival in less than five minutes, and the time to ask Cindy to turn around and drive you home had long since passed. (Though, she wouldn’t have done it anyway, even if you’d begged her or pretended you were getting sick.)

Your stomach flipped over itself as Cindy slowed the car and pulled up to a fairly large, incredibly nice cabin, and it flipped yet again when you saw Jiyong’s car already parked in the driveway.

“Oh, wow,” Renee marveled as the car rolled to a stop behind Jiyong’s and Cindy cut the engine. “This looks fancy.”

“Listen,” Cindy began, her tone playfully defensive. “It’s not every day you get to take a nice vacation with basically every person you love. I wanted to go all out! I wanted it to be special.”

Your brow wrinkled slightly as you unbuckled your seat belt and opened your door, the snow crunching under your foot as you stepped outside. “Are you sure I paid enough for this?”

Judging by the price, you’d figured she’d picked out a quaint little cabin with bedrooms the size of a closet. You hadn’t minded that notion, of course. As long as you had a warm blanket for snuggling and a lamp for reading, you didn’t care how big your room was.

But this definitely wasn’t a quaint little cabin. It was a very nice house disguised as a cabin.

“Yes, you did,” Cindy assured you, though you didn’t believe her in the slightest. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love it. You especially, Y/N, since you’ll spend most of your time here.”

You opened your mouth to issue a rebuttal, but Cindy cut you off.

“Which I am not judging you for!” she assured you. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t think you would have a good time!”

You simply pursed your lips and headed back toward the trunk to retrieve your suitcase.

Once the other three girls had unloaded their luggage from the car, you lingered, slowly closing the trunk and allowing Cindy, Liah, and Renee to go into the cabin ahead of you. There was absolutely no way you were going to be the first to walk in since you knew Jiyong -- and Seunghyun -- were already there.

It was going to be uncomfortable enough seeing him for the first time; you certainly weren’t going to do anything to add to it.

So, you brought up the rear, carrying your grocery bags and suitcase in through the door and gently closing it behind you as you heard Cindy call out for her boyfriend.

Once you got inside, though, your eyes widened at just how nice this place was, and you very briefly -- very briefly -- forgot that you were not looking forward to seeing Scary Seunghyun.

But then you heard Jiyong’s voice calling out to Cindy, and when you shifted your gaze down the front hallway... There he was.

Okay, so, one thing you hadn’t let yourself think about since Cindy had told you Seunghyun would be here was that... he was actually really super handsome.

Like magnetically attractive.

Which was probably another reason why he scared you.

He was almost too attractive, y’know? Too attractive for his own good, and absolutely too attractive for you to be any sort of comfortable around him.

You averted your gaze as soon as you saw him, feeling your cheeks flush a little and your stomach flip a lot.

“How was the drive?” Jiyong asked as he took Cindy’s suitcase.

“Very uneventful,” she answered. “If you don’t count the sing-alongs.”

Jiyong chuckled a little and said, “Yeah, I’ve never been in a car with four girls before, but I bet it’s never boring.”

He began to lead everyone upstairs where, presumably, the bedrooms were, so you pushed the handle of your suitcase down to carry it rather than wheel it.

Just as you leaned down to take the side handle, though, you felt a presence suddenly appear at your side.

A rather imposing presence.

“Here,” Seunghyun mumbled in his incredibly deep and smooth voice. “I got it.”

“Oh --” you choked, the word getting stuck in your throat. You quickly cleared it and managed to murmur a “Thanks.”

He gestured for you to go up the stairs first, and by now, the rest of the group was already halfway up the staircase, so you hastily tiptoed up to join them.

“The two empty rooms are this one here,” Jiyong told you, nodding to the door closest to the stairs. “And that one down at the end of the hall. This closest one has a bigger bed, so...”

You quickly cut in and said, “So, Liah and Renee can take that one, and I’ll take the one down there.”

You had no need for a bigger bed, and it really didn’t matter where your room was located, so obviously, you would let your friends have it.

Seunghyun headed down the hall with your suitcase, and you avoided looking at Cindy as you hurried after him -- though you were extra careful not to get too close behind him.

“You’re a nicer person than me,” he muttered once the two of you had entered your bedroom for the next couple days. “I would’ve taken the other room.”

You frowned, your forehead wrinkling with confusion and distaste. “But I don’t need a bigger bed. There’s two of them and only one of me, so why would I --”

Seunghyun turned to look at you them, his lips pulled into a devilishly handsome smirk. “I’m just teasing.”

“...Oh.”

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he hefted your suitcase up on the bench at the foot of your bed, and -- thankfully -- he then turned to leave.

“Thanks again,” you forced yourself to blurt out, surprised to hear that your voice didn’t sound as awkward as you felt.

“Sure,” he mumbled with a nod. “And if you need anything, I’m right across the hall.”

Your eyes widened a little, and your gaze darted through your open door to the closed one just opposite.

That was his room?

“I mean, I don’t know what I could possibly do that you can’t do yourself, but... Y’know. The sentiment still stands.”

You just nodded and let out a strangled hum.

Seunghyun chuckled again and left, closing your door behind him. Moments later, you heard the door across from you open and gently shut.

And then you deflated.

You just now realized how tense you’d been, though you really didn’t know why. Seunghyun had been very polite to you!

Nice, even!

And yet... there was still something about him that just...

You didn’t want to say he rubbed you the wrong way because that wasn’t entirely true.

He just...

He put you on edge for some reason. And it was probably because of the whole too attractive thing, but... I don’t know. He just scared you, okay?!

But seeing him and interacting with him for the first time on this trip hadn’t gone nearly as badly as you’d anticipated, so hopefully that meant you could enjoy your vacation with the least amount of awkwardness possible.

Hopefully.

After the first evening and first full day of the trip, you realized just how dramatic you’d been about the Seunghyun situation.

It almost made you laugh now to think how you’d worried about it, imagining yourself tiptoeing around the cabin, peering around corners to make sure you wouldn’t be alone with him.

More than a bit ridiculous, really.

For one, it’s not like he was trying to make you feel awkward. He had no idea that you were so scared of and intimidated by him, and even if he did, he didn’t seem like the type to take advantage of it. He clearly didn’t mind teasing you, but you couldn’t imagine him purposely making you feel uncomfortable in his presence.

Plus, as Cindy has surmised, he had gone skiing with everyone else -- at least he had the first day, and according to the rest of the group, there was plenty to do around the resort.

So, you were pretty confident you’d get to spend the majority of your time here holed up in the cabin by yourself.

...You should’ve known better.

You had still been in bed when you’d heard the hustle and bustle of everyone leaving for another day on the slopes, and while you’d been slightly upset you hadn’t been down there to say good morning and good-bye to them, there hadn’t been anything you could do about it. You certainly weren’t going to run out in the snow in your pajamas just to see your friends off.

So, you’d simply splashed some water on your face and brushed your teeth in your en suite bathroom, stepped into your furry slippers and shuffled your way down to the kitchen for your usual morning cup of tea.

As soon as you turned the corner into the kitchen, though, you stopped suddenly, jumping a bit with startled surprise.

Seunghyun was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.

But... hadn’t you already heard everyone leaving?

He glanced up at your arrival, nodding once to acknowledge your presence and then simply turning back to his breakfast.

You cleared your throat gently and slowly continued your route to the kitchen.

“I thought everyone left already?” you said in a quiet, timid voice.

“They did,” he mumbled in reply.

You pressed your lips together as you opened the cupboard to retrieve a mug, waiting for him to explain why he was still here.

But he didn’t.

Of course.

Why would he make things easier for you?

So, you quietly closed the cupboard door and asked, “You’re skipping today?”

“I don’t mind skiing,” he replied, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you could tell that he had shrugged while speaking. “But it’s not like I love it. And being a fifth wheel wasn’t the most fun, so... figured I’d stay here today.”

“Understandable,” you sighed. You could certainly relate to not wanting to be a fifth wheel. You loved your friends, and you were more than happy that they were both so happy in their relationships... but being around them all the time did tend to remind you that you were, in fact, single.

“What’d you do yesterday?” Seunghyun asked, and for some odd reason, his question made your spine tingle. Not in a creepy way, though. You weren’t sure what kind of way it was, but it wasn’t a creepy tingle.

“I just hung out here,” you shrugged, filling up the tea kettle with water before putting it on the stove to heat it up. “Did some reading. Took a walk. Drank some hot chocolate.”

Which brought you to a very curious question: What was Seunghyun going to do here?

But you didn’t have enough nerve at the moment to ask him. You hadn’t even had your first cup of caffeine yet!

“Is that what you normally do for fun?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Even though, by now, you were used to people making fun of your more tame lifestyle, you still felt yourself getting defensive.

“Well, I don’t particularly find the idea of hurtling myself down a huge snowy mountain fun,” you retorted, busying yourself by opening the drawer next to the stove so you could pick out your tea bag.

“Well, no, me neither,” Seunghyun chuckled. “I would much prefer going to an art museum.”

Your brow furrowed instantly, but you resisted the urge to look over your shoulder at him.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yes, really,” he laughed. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because I am, I guess. I didn’t know you liked art.”

“Is there anything you do know about me?”

...He had a point.

“Well, is there anything you know about me?”

“You like tea.”

You did turn around then, though you found your slight annoyance had turned into slight amusement and the corners of your lips pulled into a tiny grin. “That’s cheating.”

“Is not.”

“I’m making tea right now. Of course I like tea. That’s like if I said one thing I know about you is that you like cereal.”

“Well, that is one thing you know about me. I do like cereal.”

“But that’s just inferring something based on an observation!” you chuckled. “That’s not knowing something. It’s an educated guess.”

Seunghyun raised his eyebrows at you, and that stupid smirk showed up on his lips again. That same devilishly handsome smirk, and it made you feel very strange.

“You’re fun at parties, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“I don’t go to parties,” you countered.

Seunghyun simply laughed quietly, shaking his head to himself and turning back to his cereal.

The kitchen was silent as you finished up making your tea, but you were quite surprised to realize it wasn’t an awkward silence. It’s just that neither of you said anything. You weren’t waiting on tenterhooks for him to say or do something. You were simply... making your tea.

Just as you finished pouring the boiling water into your mug, you heard the scrape of a chair across the floor.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said in a soft, low voice. “Enjoy your day.”

“Thanks,” you replied, watching as he walked over to put his spoon and empty bowl in the dishwasher. “You, too.”

And then he went back upstairs. To do what? You had no idea.

But at least now you were able to drink your tea in peace.

...Except, as you sat down on the sofa in the adjoining living room, cradling the steaming mug in your hands, you found you couldn’t stop wondering what he was going to do all day. Would he stay in the house? If he left the house, where would he go? Down to the lodge? Would he ask you to go with him? If he did ask you, would you go with him?

Obviously, you didn’t know the answers to any of these questions.

But you did know that Seunghyun wasn’t quite as scary as he seemed. And you were fairly sure he didn’t hate you. At the very least, he was simply indifferent -- but indifference is much better than hate.

After spending the morning and early afternoon reading -- with a few breaks to sit outside on the cabin’s back porch to admire the scenery -- your stomach had let you know in no uncertain terms that it was getting to be lunchtime.

You set your book down on the coffee table in front of you, swung your legs over the side of the sofa, and stepped into your slippers. And as you shuffled your way over to the kitchen, you realized...

You hadn’t seen or heard from Seunghyun since breakfast.

You... had actually almost forgotten he hadn’t gone skiing with the rest of your group and was, presumably, still here.

If he’d left, he’d done it so stealthily that you hadn’t noticed.

Which honestly wouldn’t surprise you. He was definitely the type of person who could just all of a sudden be standing next to you and you had no idea how or when he got there.

In fact... you paused, in the middle of reaching for the refrigerator door, and carefully looked over your shoulder to see if maybe he had snuck up behind you.

But just as your gaze fell behind you, you heard the sound of soft, thudding footsteps coming down the stairs.

Phew.

You quickly opened the fridge and stared inside, though you were acutely aware of the fact he was walking toward the kitchen.

A few moments later, you heard his approaching footsteps pause, and your heart paused along with him.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted, his voice as low and deep as ever. “Lunchtime?”

You hummed positively, your heart stopping yet again when he came to stand beside you, leaning one hand against the door of the freezer right next to you.

“I... was just going to make a sandwich,” you said, hearing a slight nervous tremble in your voice. Why? You hadn’t a clue.

“What kind?”

“...Peanut butter and jelly?” you replied. “There’s literally nothing else except the food for dinner, so...”

“No, that sounds good, I’ll do that,” Seunghyun agreed, and he moved over to a cabinet to get out two plates.

...What was going on?

You... and Seunghyun... were going to... make PB&J sandwiches together?

I mean, at least he hadn’t asked you to make his for him. That was something -- definitely a credit to him.

But, still.

You never in your life would’ve thought you’d ever be standing next to Scary Seunghyun in a kitchen, making sandwiches for lunch.

But that’s exactly what you did.

You stood next to Scary Seunghyun in the kitchen, and you made a sandwich.

And then -- if you can believe it -- you ate it. Together. At the kitchen table.

It was basically silent the whole time, but in your opinion, that was better than awkward small talk.

But then, as soon as Seunghyun popped the last bite of his PB&J into his mouth, he pushed his chair away from the table and murmured, “All right, let’s do this.”

Your brow furrowed immediately.

...Do what?

“What?” you asked, your gaze following him as he headed back into the kitchen. “Do what?”

“I don’t know about you, but I need a drink,” Seunghyun replied as he began to search through the cabinets.

“A drink?” you asked with a chuckle of disbelief. “It’s not even one in the afternoon.”

He shrugged in response before letting out a soft aha and reaching in the cabinet he’d just opened, his hand returning with a bottle of wine.

He was actually doing it? Getting a drink? For real?

“I’m sorry, is my company that bad?” you asked, again, with a chuckle of disbelief.

Did he really have to drown out his discomfort from being around you with wine?

“No,” he answered, and the smirk in his voice was so apparent that he didn’t even need to turn around and show you he was actually smirking. “I just want a glass of wine. Or two. I’m on vacation!”

...Okay, well, when he put it that way.

If you couldn’t drink at one in the afternoon on vacation, when could you?

“You sure you don’t want some?”

You bit the inside of your cheek briefly before pushing your own chair away from the table and joining him in the kitchen.

“I will pass on your wine, but I am going to treat myself to...”

You trailed off as you reached around him and took out the bottle of peppermint vodka you’d brought.

“And you were judging me for drinking this early?” Seunghyun laughed. “I’m not the one breaking out the vodka!”

“It’s for peppermint hot chocolate!” you defended.

You weren’t typically one to drink hard liquor straight, but a couple of splashes of peppermint vodka in your hot chocolate? You wouldn’t say no!

“Okay, that’s a lot more believable,” he said as his amused grin transformed into a lopsided smile.

“Cindy got my favorite hot chocolate -- the absolute best kind there is. Do you... want to try?” you asked, trying your best to make it sound tempting.

Seunghyun’s forehead wrinkled as his gaze darted between his bottle of wine and your bottle of peppermint vodka.

“My hot chocolate is precious,” you added. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I may never offer --”

“I’m in.”

He put his wine away and took the vodka from you, allowing you to retrieve two packets of hot chocolate and two mugs.

You were surprisingly... excited? And considering the thing you were excited about involved both Scary Seunghyun and consuming alcohol while the sun was still out, it was definitely surprising.

But, as you’d thought earlier, if you couldn’t do things like this on vacation then when could you?

After boiling some water, you artfully made two peppermint hot chocolates -- suitable for adults only, of course -- even opening the pack of candy peppermint sticks to use as both a stirrer and a garnish.

You and Seunghyun settled on the couch with your mugs, and as you curled your legs up and cozied up underneath a blanket, Seunghyun took his first sip.

You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

There was absolutely no reason why you should want him to like the drink other than the fact that you had made it. But, still -- if he didn’t like it, it wouldn’t bother you in the least because you didn’t care about his opinion.

...Or so you told yourself.

Deep down, it had always slightly tormented you that you thought he hated you. Seunghyun was just one of those people who seemed so inherently cool without even trying, and the fact that he didn’t like you just... it was a little upsetting, okay? You would never admit it out loud, obviously, but it was upsetting!

On the outside, though, you still tried your hardest to give off the impression that you didn’t care about his opinion.

But when he raised his eyebrows and started nodding his head slowly, your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Honestly, this isn’t half bad,” he murmured before taking another sip. “I’m not really a hot chocolate kinda guy, but... I would drink this again.”

You felt the corners of your lips tug up into a smile, but you did your best to suppress it so you wouldn’t let on just how happy and relieved you were that he liked it.

“I will take that as the highest of compliments,” you replied before lifting your mug to your lips and taking a sip yourself.

If someone had told you even just a couple of days ago that you would be willingly sitting on the couch with Seunghyun drinking your specialty peppermint hot chocolate... I mean, you definitely wouldn’t have believed them. And you certainly wouldn’t have believed them if they’d told you that you would’ve enjoyed yourself.

But... that’s exactly what happened.

The two of you sat on the couch together, drinking your specialty peppermint hot chocolate, talking about art and work and life... and you enjoyed yourself.

Seunghyun even opened one of his wine bottles after both of you had finished your hot chocolate, and although you weren’t one to have more than one drink at a time, you accepted.

He had been going on and on about how incredible his wine collection was, so you wanted to see what all the fuss was about!

Halfway through your glass, though, you knew it had been a mistake. You weren’t used to this much alcohol, and you’d always been a lightweight (hence the reason you usually didn’t have more than one drink at a time).

The thoughts that were crowding your brain began to make their way to your mouth.

Always a bad thing.

Always.

“Y’know,” you murmured as you gazed pensively at your glass. “I’ve always thought you hated me.”

“What?” Seunghyun replied with a low chuckle.

“But if you’re sharing your wine with me, that’s a good thing, right? You must not really hate me.”

When you shifted your gaze up and over to Seunghyun’s face, you saw his incredibly handsome features in an incredibly confused expression.

“Why did you think I hated you?” he asked quietly.

You shrugged. “Because. You never talked to me, and you’re so cool, and I’m so not. I just... thought you hated me.”

One corner of his lips tilted up into that smirk of his, and he said, “I always thought you hated me. You never talked to me, either, and you always acted like you didn’t even want to be in the same room as me.”

“Because I thought you hated me!” you laughed.

Seunghyun shook his head, and your heart began to beat just a little bit faster.

“I’m just...” you began, clearing your throat gently to get the words unstuck from your throat. “I’m just shy. And you’re very intimidating.”

“That’s funny because I was about to say the exact same thing.”

You jerked your head back in surprise. “Excuse me? I am the exact opposite of intimidating!”

“Now that I’m talking to you, I can see that,” he agreed. “But when you’re just standing or sitting somewhere quietly... I always thought twice about approaching you.”

“That’s probably just my Resting Bitch Face,” you nodded.

Seunghyun let out a low, deep laugh, and the sound of it made your stomach do flips.

“You... do kind of have Resting Bitch Face,” he agreed, though to his credit, he sounded guilty enough. “But... it’s still... a really nice face.”

You had just been about to take another sip of your wine, and you were now entirely glad you hadn’t. You absolutely would’ve choked and spit your wine out if you’d actually had the chance to take a drink.

...Because what on Earth had he just said?!

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, your words slightly slurred and breathless.

“Your face,” he repeated. “Is really nice.”

You blinked at him.

For quite a long time, apparently, because Seunghyun let out a soft chuckle, and you jumped at the sudden sound.

“You’re beautiful, okay?” he said with a smirk. “You’re beautiful, and the only reason I came on this trip is because I knew you would be here.”

Your mouth fell open.

“I’ve wanted to get to know you for a while,” he continued. “But I always thought you hated me, so I figured this was the perfect chance to actually try and talk to you.”

Without really knowing what you were doing -- because the information you’d just learned was completely doing your head in, and you didn’t really know anything at the moment -- you leaned over and set your wine glass down on the coffee table. And then you turned to look at Seunghyun more directly.

“Are you serious?” you asked, narrowing your eyes a bit suspiciously at him.

He simply nodded and let out a positive hum.

“You... came on this trip because of me?”

He nodded again.

You frowned, the corners of your mouth curving downward deeply as you stared at him.

And then, after a few moments of silence, you felt the word vomit coming up.

There was no way you would’ve said any of this normally, but the alcohol currently in your system and the fact Seunghyun has just said all of that had, apparently, done wonders to ease your mind and loosen your lips.

“I always thought you hated me, and to be honest, I didn’t want to come when I heard you would be here because I thought you hated me. But, like, I’ve always known objectively that you were really attractive and good-looking, but you’re just so mysterious and scary. I even called you Scary Seunghyun because of how intimidating --”

Seunghyun leaned in -- so quickly you didn’t see it coming -- and cut you off by capturing your lips in a kiss.

Unsurprisingly, you let out a soft, startled squeal.

But... the kiss was already so magnetic and overwhelming that it didn’t take long for you to melt into it, accepting his lips against yours and returning his passion.

Your head began to spin, your heart was racing, your stomach had jumped up into your throat, and even though the kiss had been going on for less than ten seconds, you felt your lungs start to burn.

When Seunghyun pulled away, you let out a soft but deep exhale, and he chuckled quietly as he brought up a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear.

Despite the fact that you were feeling incredibly shy right now, you forced your gaze on him, looking him in his deep brown eyes.

“Did... that just happen?” you whispered.

He nodded, now cradling your cheek in his palm. “And it can happen again if you want.”

Oh, you absolutely did want.

But... your conscience was tapping on your shoulder. Incessantly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea... We’ve been drinking, and --”

Seunghyun, again, cut you off. But this time with a laugh instead of a kiss.

“I’m not even close to being remotely tipsy,” he assured you. And then his lips morphed into a smirk. “Wait, are -- are you?”

“I’m a lightweight!” you retorted defensively.

Seunghyun leaned back a little, letting his hand fall from your face.

Your cheek felt cold now, and you almost immediately reached out to take his hand and put it back on there.

“I’m not drunk,” you added. “But I definitely probably wouldn’t have said any of that if I didn’t have some alcohol in me.”

“So, you’re saying if I had gotten you drunk earlier --”

“I’m not drunk!” you insisted, tamping down an amused grin. “But also... if you had just said something earlier, I may have... I can understand why you didn’t, though.”

“For the same reason you never said anything.”

“So... why now?” you asked, your voice just barely above a whisper as Seunghyun’s thumb gently caressed your cheek.

He searched your face for a moment before lifting his shoulders into a shrug. “Guess it was the alcohol.”

You rolled your eyes playfully... and then you leaned in for another kiss.

It was weird -- beyond weird -- to be kissing Seunghyun.

Scary Seunghyun. The guy you’d avoided for so long because you’d thought he’d hated you.

But as weird as it was... it was also nice.

Very, very nice.

“Does this mean you’re going to stay here with me every day? When everyone else goes skiing?” you asked, your lips still brushing over his as you spoke.

“That depends,” he murmured.

“On what?”

“Will you start making me lunch every day?”

“No.”

Seunghyun chuckled, his voice so soft and deep that it sent a tingle down your spine -- and this time, you could tell it was definitely a good tingle.

“Well, I’ll still stay with you. If you want me to,” he murmured.

And... you were kind of surprised but kind of not surprised that, despite all of your former misgivings and hesitation about him... you did want him to.

And that wasn’t the alcohol speaking.

OTHER SIGNS: ARIES, TAURUS, GEMINI, CANCER, LEO, VIRGO, LIBRA, SAGITTARIUS, CAPRICORN, AQUARIUS, PISCES

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the midnight call

title: the midnight call pairing: choi seunghyun/reader genre: bar!au/singer!au/bar owner!au summary: as the owner of a bar, the sight of less and less clients coming to her place feels like the end of it all. however, when one drunken man appears to the bar’s ‘open mic’ night with his deep voice singing in the microphone, albeit a bit funnily, she feels the place coming back to life with the appearance of this midnight singer, who introduces himself as seunghyun. type: fluff/romance/humor word count: 9,260

This bar is dead. In soul, in essence, in the glow that had once coated it. People no longer stand itch to go to the place, to have social drinks or bask in some nightly romance, instead, they opt to leave the boring getaway. The music is the same electronic beat any mall would have, leading to anxiousness rather than relaxation. The atmosphere is dusty, bartenders sporting awkward smiles and drinks becoming bland. Margaritas are the words of the day, all that seems to be going around in such a spot, it is plain and simple and a routine she wishes she could spare.

Last year, though, last year the bar had been at its peak. Everyone loved and adored the atmosphere, the variety of drinks, the clean space in which people would worry more about themselves rather than the people around them, given that there were no illegal business going around. People trusted them, the somewhat average sized bar a dream of her best friend that had died along at the same time her friend did and even when she tries to save it, salvage everything that her friend had worked so hard for…the blame goes on the fact that she would have never thought to have to be the owner of a bar, much less keep it afloat. Her life had been changed in just one night and before she could even grasp it, she was thrown into a world that wasn’t hers.

This year, the bar may finally live its last course and it saddens her, makes her feel useless and pointless. What is she but a failure?

A deep sigh leaves her lips when she sees the same four to five individuals seated by the counter, all tables empty and getting filled with dust, the stage blasting electronic music like it always does, though it is fainter than most times, like she has given up already. Tiredness takes over her, catching herself with her eyes closed from time to time—that means the bar is as boring as it can get, simply not a good spot to have drinks. Somewhere, she can see one of the workers cleaning, another one is wiping the glasses that are not even stained by wine but by dust and finally, her most hardworking bartender, Jitae, is already tired of serving the same drinks.

Whiskey and margaritas. What a catch.

She tries her best, she really does. In the crack of the morning, she leaves to her home to rest the full night of sleep, waiting for more people to arrive, expecting this to be just a bad era for the bar before it awakens again. In the afternoon, she gets ready and tries to make everything look impeccable, she searches only for ways of improving the business, but there is no amount of online publicity that can already save what has been broken. Slowly but surely, the nights become duller, other bars or clubs earning more attention than the non-outstanding bar that had once welcomed so many people in…but has now turned old.

Not to be a pessimist, people tell her with the saddest smile on their faces, pity both angering her and making her feel accompanied. Those people have obviously passed such eventful moments in their lives that has people questioning just how much they are worth. Right now, with her eyes half-closing from boredom and sleepiness, she believes there is nothing else that she could do rather than let the place run its course, apologizing to her best friend for not fulfilling her missions even after her death, and simply basking in organizing glasses and drinks.

The night is holding a sword, poking through her skin too quickly for her to ever catch when she feels the weight of someone’s hand placed on her back. Whiplash hits her when she turns around, perhaps needing a bit more of food in her system after the half-assed meal she prepared before getting to work. Firstly, she greets one of the usual customers seated by one of the tables, lifting her hand in a wave and receiving one back. She remembers the businessman, the reason of plenty of tipping for her workers, and also a lover of the place from the moment it was created, warm enough to welcome her nicely as the new owner. On the other hand, the person that had touched her was none other than Jitae, one of the hardest working bartenders in the entire bar.

He’s one of the oldest workers there, as well, everything about him exuded comfort and calmness, mainly because he reminds her that this place was once alive, when it feels like it is not. “Boss, how are you?”

She is a ‘Boss’ now, when a year ago she was simply one of the people who would pass by to greet her friends whenever she had time. People expect her to do everything, anything and something, but she feels paralyzed in her spot. No one showed her how to be the owner of a bar, or showed her the importance of atmospheres and aesthetics to be able to keep people going. Charisma is lacking in the bar, in the owner, in the corners that had once been lively but now shadow everything else. “I’m doing great,” She eyes him up and down, surprised that he is not working on something else. He is not the type to talk much, simply leaving conversations for the start or the end of his shift. “I shall ask the same thing, since you never really…talk during workhours.”

Jitae’s caught in his little game, because his eyes immediately light up with something that she can’t pinpoint. Usually, she is not able to read people, but Jitae is a difficult man to read—everything he does is silent, sacred, secretive. “Actually, I am not doing so great.” He tells her, earning a nod from the woman who leans her weight against the counter, back pressing into the surface tautly. “The paycheck here is not enough for me…” He mumbles, afraid to speak too loudly and let anyone else hear, but her heart picks up at the sound of his words. Terror, this is definitely worse than a horror movie. “And my girlfriend and I are planning to move in together and I don’t think…I can find a good place with the money you’re giving me.”

“Oh no,” She doesn’t know what to do and god, her best friend would be perfect for this situation, but her heart is moving too quickly, hands resting against the counter as she tries to count her breaths. While she does so, she realizes that the bar is simply falling down, there is no going back from such a bad time in a business. “Jitae…I…Just give me a little bit of time, I’ll give you better paychecks, to all of you, but I’m trying my hardest to keep this bar alive and the money is just not coming in.”

His eyes soften, clicking his tongue before speaking. “I’m sorry, Boss. I would love to stay here…I love it here, but I just want to move on with my life.”

Silencing herself for a moment, she weights the possibilities of keeping Jitae tied down there. Maybe, she wants to keep the thought and fervor of the old bar alive or Jitae just has become a friend for her in the loneliest time of her career. “I understand…” She manages to say, concentrating on the blinking lights at the bar, the faint sound of people talking and most of them may come from her workers, unused to their biggest potential. All it took for the bar to turn into a mess was for it to fall into her hands and it is such poetic destruction, considering that she has simply leave it to rest, tried to paint its walls and turn it into her best friend’s dream, only to watch it burn. “I—Is there really nothing I can do?”

“Sorry, Boss.”

“Do not be,” She lies, swatting her hand before letting out a soft breath. “Really, nothing?”

“A better paycheck, maybe.”

“Okay, I can’t do that now…” She trails her voice, rubbing the back of her neck before sighing. What does it take for life to get better? Does it take a million years or it never does? Sometimes, she thinks of this only to come up with the conclusion that…eventually, happiness will take place in her body, one day in the future when she least expects it, but every throw of life that hits her is only bound to make her stronger. “So, is this your last night working here?”

“Yes.” Jitae indicates, leaning forward and grasping one of her hands to give it a shake. “Thank you, though, for trying to keep me here.”

“It won’t be the same without you.”

“But it could be better.”

“I doubt it.” Dust is kicked off by her shoes, straightening her back and pulling away from Jitae before pointing towards the entrance of the bar. “I’ll be back in a second.” With no further explanation, she leaves the bar, or rather stands in front of it, hoping to find answers in the stars, a waltz of happiness in the moon. Perhaps, just like in The Little Prince, they’ll teach her a lesson about life, love and starting again.

The night is bathed in white, even the city lights are not as bright as the full moon, at its peak in the sky waiting to be acknowledged. Her back digs on the rough and dark walls of the outsides of the bar, releasing a big, slightly disappointed sigh when she looks up at the sky. There are plenty of answers she needs, a map that leads her from point A to point B, but instead, she is tied to the liquor at the bar, the darkness of it all, the frustration she feels from the collapse of her dreams and her friend’s all at once.

The only sound she hears, though, is the cars passing by, people chatting somewhere nearby and the faint noise of music she dislikes. Breathing in, her chest expands and her eyes fall closed, wishing upon a start that her midnight call comes with a new start.

🍺

Twenty people are a minority in the eyes of the world. Twenty likes in a picture seem like too little. Twenty listeners in a podcast are not many. Twenty people in the bar, however, are far more than she has had in a while.

At this point, sobriety is not a statement anymore. Around two in the morning, it is, and the smell of alcohol is thick in the air, leaving her in a state of stress for she knows far too well that drunken people only want more entertainment. In the old stage, now dusted away and cleaned by the two new members of the staff, there is a microphone that is illuminated by a faint light and even though the open mic idea had seemed interesting the moment she had heard it a couple weeks ago, now that she has put it to test, she thinks it is failing. People remain glued to their spots, somewhat expecting to be drunk enough to get to the stage. No one does and there she is, wondering if all it takes to save the bar is simply getting on that stage and singing her heart out…because she may not be a singer, but she’ll do it if that’s the case.

A human being’s worst friend is definitely frustration, for it leads to impatience and impatience comes with bad decisions to rush to a conclusion, and if bad decisions happen…the conclusion could be wronged. This is just a cycle, easy and understandable math for whoever knows how life works. She decides to sit behind the counter, hands gripping the edge of her apron—that is only there to serve as a uniform, for she has not served any drinks tonight—and waiting for a damned miracle. Her eyes are shaky, though there is a little bit of hope lingering in the back of her brain. For a pessimist, she feels pretty optimistic.

Or as optimistic as it can get.

Her cheek presses against her palm, letting her fingers trail over the counter in rhythm. She is waiting and waiting, not so much patiently so, looking at the microphone as if it is challenging her. It isn’t, really, but destiny has the past few months and all she wants is a damned break. Her mind is ready to simply turn off the lights to the stage without thinking too much about it, but just as she looks down to groan to herself, her ears catch the sound of the microphone beeping uncomfortably, her eyes settling on the person that had just grabbed it wrongly, giving a small apology through the device.

Messy strands of black hair frame his face, though it is as clear as day that he had once gelled them back but they fell back into their natural stage; they, too, welcome a set of enigmatic eyes—they may as well be the eighth wonder of the world or he may have looked at art in its purest form, leaving him with a profound, alluring and deeply felt gaze. Although, his face is visibly made to capture anyone’s attention, sharp cheekbones accompanying his elongated gaze, his lips thin yet quirked up in an embarrassed smile. The lights may be misleading her, but she can swear his dimples are showing, an adorable contrast to the shape of his eyebrows, an ode to frowning even though he’s smiling.

He’s elegant, that much she can tell, or he is trying to dress up like a man of wealth. He may be one, too, but she has no idea what a person of money would ever do there. Either way, skilled tan fingers hook on the first button of his shirt and undoes it, then quickly follows for the second before turning his gaze towards the poor pianist she had hired, if Jitae’s brother even counts as a pianist rather than just a guy who liked playing it sometimes.

“Good fucking night.” The man announces into the microphone and for some reason, she finds herself smiling. His voice is as profound as his eyes, deep before he chuckles at his own slurred tone. He doesn’t stutter though, liquid courage is quite clearly there with him, shining beside him. “I’m Seunghyun and I’m going to sing…something for you.”

Naturally entertaining, she finds him, watching as his tall body moves towards the pianist and whispers something in his ear before the younger man gives him a smile. The beat that plays soon after reminds her of nights out with her friends, nostalgic and yet deeply romantic; kisses that she shared in hopes of finding love and instead, she found turmoil; nights that she spent thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. His deep voice continues soon after, singing the words of Drunken Truth, his breathy and yet heartfelt tone bringing a smile up her face. The serious song is cut off by fun bits he adds, simply arranging something that makes sense in his mind and while he doesn’t reach the high notes with as much confidence as he should—granted, his voice is as relaxing as it can get—, it is far more than she had expected.

People gather, drinking joyfully at the sound of more songs, sometimes little and drunken dances included in between every verse of the songs he decides to pick. Seunghyun, as this man calls himself, has the time of his life in that stage, bringing to her eyes that he is completely alone in such a place…though, not for long, because some curious individuals looking for casual drinks at the eventful time of midnight peek their heads inside, earning a few more clients that ask for drinks and enjoy the entertainment in between laughter and shouts of the songs as well.

That is the night a new hero appears to their side of town, dressed in long coats and button downs, singing to his heart’s content and never once faltering. He’s clearly drunk and yet, he’s giving his heart out to people, saving her business absentmindedly. Maybe, the open mic was not so much of a mistake…given that she got to see the bar live in the name of this stranger.

🍺

“Did the singer come today?”

Three Fridays ago, she saw an artist disguised as a drunken man, holding in between two elongated and long fingers a cigarette while he sang into a microphone with the other hand. His long eyelashes, reason of everyone’s fluttering feelings when he closed his eyes, are one of the many things she should not remember, but she does. A man like that, like Seunghyun, had brought her such happiness and laughter in a second, in merely an hour of performing before he disappeared, like all good things do and someone as elegant as him probably, and most definitely, will not return to such a place but damn her for wanting him back. Three Fridays ago, Seunghyun had been the main reason why so many people gathered for ‘Open Mic Fridays’ and some individuals ask for his whereabouts.

She never knows how to answer, for she has not talked to the man in all certainty. All she has done is inspect him from afar that one midnight she got to see him, but other than that, there have been no interactions. It is to be expected, after all, he must have been too good to stay or simply, too embarrassed to come back, but she wants to throw that insecurity out of the way when she reaches the spot of the bartenders.

Chanhee, the youngest bartender with short hair and rounded glasses, spoke after fixing them from falling from the bridge of her nose. “He hasn’t gotten here. I don’t think he’s going to come again.” She tells her, all inspiration and hope drained from her body. After all, the clock is already touching its one o’clock nature at midnight and that means that it is an hour closer to the moment he had used to sing three weeks ago. Chanhee inspects the boss, blinking rapidly when a brief grin appears on her face. “Why, Boss? There’s someone singing already.”

The truth falls on the fact that the bar had never been as lively as that night with Seunghyun. People had never laughed with their endless attempts, much less had they spoken about the bar to their friends. Everyone was asking for more drinks, more entertainment, more of a getaway from the complicated life at the city right now. They didn’t want to think of nine to five’s and divorce papers, all they needed was the simple touch of Seunghyun’s voice. She’s afraid that, in her hands, the bar will die…but with Seunghyun’s voice, it grows back into its roots and becomes a bigger place. “He…He just made this place feel different.” There is not more to her statement, biting down on her tongue softly when one of her workers, presumably one of the cleaners, Jiwon, hums from her spot.

“He made plenty of things in me feel different.” The cat-like woman speaks, eyes sharp and elongated, lips sultry in the smile she gives before she bursts out on laughter. “Really, Boss, lighten up! Any person who has good tastes in men would want him back. Right, Changhee?”

“Right.” She tells Jiwon before returning her gaze to the task at hand. Luckily for her, all clients are served for the moment and in a while, she’ll have to be serving again. “But…I don’t know,” Her lips pucker up when she rests her cheek against her palm. “I feel like Mr. Seunghyun was more fitting for the Boss than you, Jiwon.”

“Oh, come on girls, don’t talk about that stuff—”

“Did you ever have a partner, Boss?” Jiwon asks, now totally interested as she clasps her hands together. “I have never heard of you liking someone, actually. I think Changhee might be right…if you’re asking about the midnight singer, it’s because—”

“Because I want this bar to succeed and everyone adored him. It’s been a while since we’ve felt this place being so alive.” She utters, although part of her knows that she is also deeply entranced by the midnight singer. Something about him just gives out an air of comfort, like everything is going to be okay as long as he is there, and she may not know him—but he brought clients in, like a moth drawn to a flame. Before anyone of the staff could question her further, a frown plastered on her face, whisking away all thoughts of Seunghyun. “If you see him, tell him I’m looking for him. But get back to work, okay?”

“Yes, Boss.”

The simplicity of the situation goes away the moment he doesn’t arrive that Friday, but instead, his tan god-like appearance shows up on a Saturday, claiming the bartender’s attention as they immediately go look for the Boss. She feels him, really, even from far away, such a presence is to be felt and admired, even when it is from afar. Seunghyun doesn’t exude confidence, rather he leaves a cloud of smoke with him, those damned cigarettes his lover for all she knows. In the smoke, she reads the impressionable yet confusing state of him, how he is everything in just one person, stuck in complexes and complex himself. He pushes his pack of cigarettes down on the pocket of his coat and just as he sits by the counter, there is already someone telling her to go over him. Usher her is what her workers do and she should just get close, considering that a few steps into the bar had already lit it up with happiness.

Not that he is the type of person that is represented by flowers, growing on a tiny garden to bring felicity to this world…but in his seriousness, his straight face, his frowning eyebrows, there is some glint of fun. He is fun; not a lot of people would stand on a stage and simply own it by making a fool of themselves, but also delivering talent to the world.

Talent that he, quite clearly, does not know about.

“Seunghyun.” She curses herself mentally for greeting him like that, widening her eyes when the man turns to look at her, cocktail brought up to his lips when he quirks one of his eyebrows elegantly.

“Depends on who asks.” He answers intelligently, crossing one leg over the other after his statement. Her eyes connect the dots on his face like figures, tranced in the beauty of him and the fact that he was not a dream she had in her hazy mind, but he was real. That midnight singer is a person that could potentially save this bar.

“I’m sorry. I should have greeted first—Hello.” She says, leaning her weight against the counter before sighing. “I’m the owner of this bar. I—I know your name because of the open mic thing…” Her voice is trailing, faltering in a sense of embarrassment when she only manages to give him a soft smile. His expression remains stoic, a man of seriousness standing in front of her proudly and maybe, that rich persona that he has portrayed the two times that she has seen him comes from the fact that he may as well be a businessman, too in his mind to even understand how difficult it is to talk to him.

“I see.” Seunghyun mumbles. Meanwhile, his elbows press on the counter, the black coat not doing justice to the outline of his taut muscles, but his thighs looked marvelous under the fabric of his dark jeans. Some people are meant to be mysteries, with unknown words dangling from their every action, tongue speaking in a tone that always leaves her wanting for more. The unknown is thrilling in its own way, darkness to follow in search for light, and he is the exact epitome of that. “I’m…Choi Seunghyun.” He tells her, nodding along to his words only to throw her name at him. “Did I do anything wrong?” He asks, downing a bit of the cocktail in between his fingers, such sophistication showcasing in his gentle fingertips.

“You didn’t.”

“Good.” Awkwardly, he continues, only to show that smile that she remembered from the eventful night of meeting him.

“I…Listen, this bar is dying down slowly.” Now she is releasing the truth, keeping it away from its confines to show it to a complete stranger, but she is absolutely scared—petrified, even, of losing her best friend’s dream. “I got more clients when you performed that night and people keep asking for you because you were both hilarious and such a good singer.”

Seunghyun chuckles, placing his cocktail down before sighing. “I don’t think I’m that good.”

“You are!” She pushes, earning an unreadable gaze from Seunghyun before she continued. “I—I would really appreciate it if you sang something tonight. Anything, really, you can do it now or later, it’s okay.”

“So…you want me to perform.”

Her hands join in front of her chest, clinging to each other for dear life as she flutters her eyelids softly. “Please?” Her voice is tiny when she speaks, earning a somewhat amused look from Seunghyun. The man stands up from his seat, looking at the stage that is waiting for him with a microphone. Her hand comes up to rest on his back, patting it softly and momentarily, the touch only lasting for a second. “I’ll make sure to give you free drinks for this.”

His big ears seem interested by the idea, turning his gaze towards her before nodding. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I keep my promises.”

“Alright.” He whispers one last time, his eyes glancing across her features before rushing towards the stage, taking the microphone in between his hands and sending a greeting to the public, far more charismatic than his quiet persona.

She can’t help but clap for him, cheer like she has never done for the artists that she has seen in concerts, for they were not as raw as Seunghyun is with his show, as personal, like a friend that invites you over to karaoke and simply sings what makes him feel happier. The place shines its light on him, people laughing at his words, singing along to the popular songs he gives his own redemption to, trying not to sound too serious, afraid of seeming too given. The night, once again, is bathed by the glow of Seunghyun’s voice, deep and yet welcoming, the night turned into a sonata.

🍺

“You’re back.”

“I imagine. I’m here, aren’t I?”

There is magic within him, in the secretive state of him that always has a smile pulling on her muscles, bringing a sense of happiness to her chest when she sees those carved masterpieces that are the dimples with his grin. It’s Friday, the fifth night of the week, the time in which he is supposed to make a home out of the bar and indeed, there are more people than ever in that eventful night. He received some greetings in his way there, chattering barely giving them enough room to speak, the sound of people in the open mic and others speaking causing too much commotion and yet, making it seem comfortable.

She didn’t ask for Seunghyun to be there, far too scared of seeming too pushy that night, but there he is…as if he has read her mind, over and over again in just the span of two days. Fridays just have his essence, the finalization of a tough routine to enter the nightly matters of the weekend. Her hipbones dig into the counter, splaying her palms over the shiny and soft texture of the surface as she looks into his eyes. Tonight, she doesn’t have to take a smile out of the midnight singer. He’s already beaming by the time he is there.

“You know, I really enjoy…singing here.” Seunghyun says, sincerity dripping from his deep voice when he leans forward, wanting to capture her gaze with his. “I would have never thought I’d do it again, but here we are.”

“There you are.” She points out, nodding her head along to his words, tucking a strand of air behind her ear. What a talent he has to turn her into a teenager, reminding her of the embarrassing day, the stuttered words, the shy remarks, all piling up to construct a mountain, a bump in her road to remind her that he once existed. This mysterious singer, thrown to her like a gift from heaven, could very much be part of her imagination or he could be an angel in disguise as a demon, but he is definitely the salvation of her business—an intriguing one at that. “To be honest, I never thought you’d be back either.” She says after breathing out softly. “Something about you just doesn’t scream staying in one place for more than a week.” Though, she doesn’t mean to offend him and it doesn’t seem to do so, either.

“I don’t,” Seunghyun confesses. “What’s the fun in that?”

“The friendships that you make in said place. The memories.” She tries to sell before pointing around the bar. “And this is a good place for that. I can tell you that we have the best margaritas in this side of town.”

Scrunching up his nose comically, Seunghyun hums. “Margaritas are not my taste.”

“Whiskey guy?” She tries to cling to the manly part of him, that exuding confidence that radiates from within him—like he knows he is good looking, like he has heard it a million times. However, he shakes his head.

“Too…strong. That’s for boys.” He tells her, quirking his eyebrows before pointing at her with his chin. “Try again.”

“Wine?” Now, her voice is much more uncertain, shrugging her shoulders soon after as if to facilitate her answer. “I’m not much of a drinker myself. Left that trial phase of my life back.”

“I’m a wine guy, indeed.” His fingers rest on each side of his face, moving his gaze away to study the architecture of the room. “I like to pretend I’m an elegant guy.”

“You are elegant.”

“Do you think so?”

“Of course.”

“Are you saying that to get me to sing here?”

A big smile appears on her face and she ponders if all this—this thinking, gullible reasoning taking up most of her brain, comes from the sense of desperation she has earned from the fear of losing this bar. That, or Seunghyun is simply a paradoxical being she wants to resolve. “I could. But I mean it, actually, I really do.” A once-over to his body is given, wanting to engrave him in her brain for the days in which she wonders where the good in the world is located. “Speaking of singing here…” Her mind gets filled with the ideas that had been running through the spaces of her brain, going from one hemisphere to the other. “I was wondering if you would want to work as entertainment here full time. Or just on Fridays. I would pay you for this, since you’re actually bringing clients and I can’t continue paying you with drinks.”

Hopefulness clads her vision, though Seunghyun is quick to give her an answer. “I have a job already…and I can’t promise to be here every single Friday…” His voice trails slowly, trying to show his apologies through his gaze instead of saying them. “I could try for you, since you are being so nice to me and apparently it helps you.” Tender, he is when he speaks, before shaking his head. “But you can’t hire me.”

“What’s your job?”

Seunghyun’s chest gets filled with pride at that question. “I work at an art museum. For now I’m only an arranger, but I hope to have my art up there at some point.”

Familiarity is a weird feeling when memories that she tries to hide come crashing down like waves, leaving her eyes widened when she gapes at his words. “No way, I was in art school before I had to drop out to help my best friend out with this bar.”

He hums at her words, as simplistic as he is. “So you help each other out?”

“I used to help her with whatever she needed, drive her here and there because she never learned how to drive. In the end…I kept the bar when she died.” Her words are softly spoken, afraid to open that Pandora box within her memories, still feeling her, hearing her voice, missing the woman that had grown alongside her. Seunghyun’s face softens at that, all traces of flirting long gone from his features.

His hand reaches for her, almost tentatively and by the way he simply pats the skin, she can tell he is not the type to be this touchy on the very first few meetings with someone. “I’m sorry.”

“…It’s okay.” She whispers, fixing the apron around her waist to distract herself. “So, Seunghyun…you say you want to get your art in that museum someday. Are you an artist?”

His face lights up at that, as if all the stars had been placed in his eyes, excitement taking over them when they talk back and forth, throwing knowledge and praises that lead to a long conversation, hours and minutes basically imperceptible with the reception of the other’s conversational skills. Of all colors, he’s golden that night, like the pen she gives him when she asks for his number, like the sound of his voice when he invites her out to have dinner sometime.

🍺

Unfortunately for her, or rather fortunately, Seunghyun rarely feels embarrassment. The notion comes to her knowledge a month after his constant appearances every Friday at the bar, where he simply brings people together and opens a door for those who are drunken to simply have fun while singing. His eyes say that he is busy; a man too serious and tranquil to ever partake in something like this, but his lips are the ones to speak louder, simply singing into a microphone, leading the way for seas of people who come to forget about the seriousness of real life.

In most occasions, she is seated by the counter. Her usual spot with her common apron, her hair tied away from her face, strands always messily sticking out after hours of working. This is her habitat, to simply look at him from afar but to earn all of him throughout it all. If Fridays are their days at the bar, then Saturdays are their moments to get over to late-night rendezvouses, sipping on cups of coffees, rubbing their eyes to simply get that drowsiness away from them. Life with Choi Seunghyun in it is a cycle, some days he is more open than others, but he always brings a smile to her face. If knowing him is two steps forward and one step back, then she is willing to do just that.

A dance, that’s how she would describe meeting Seunghyun.

This night, he seems to be the most joyful—there is only a bottle of beer in his system, and yet he’s excitedly singing to the tune of a song she doesn’t really know. Not that she is trying, either, considering that her head is thumping with the stress of a long week of clients. The good kind, though, thankful that she is able to keep her best friend’s dream afloat. The feeling of Seunghyun’s stare on her does make her feel better, though it only magnifies the electrification in between them. He doesn’t do anything over the top, he simply uses those brown and beautiful eyes of his to glance at her, share a smile or a momentum, something that is sacred and secret in between the two. If she had to guess, Seunghyun is simply happy that he is able to have an outlet, something different from his usual job…but maybe, she has something to do with it, as well.

But she tells herself not to ponder too much on it, for Seunghyun is designated to leave one day. They are not meant to be more than just two people who happen to spend time together. Catching feelings for the obviously attractive and incredibly interesting male is expected from her, yet not the best decision.

When he walks towards her, someone else taking his spot in the stage like some drunken group of women that seem to be over their twenties, she doesn’t expect to have her smile returned or feel the warmth of his body when he nears her. Almost absentmindedly, her hands come up to rest at his chest, the contact foreign for the supposed duo of friends and his arms perfectly wrap around her shoulders, bringing her chin down to his collarbone as they swing from side to side, the sound of his deep voice mixed with the tune of the piano and the wronged voices behind them serving as music.

“We should dance.” He says, as untypical as he can get. Seunghyun is a hard man to read, full of surprises like a thriller movie. On the other hand, she could be one as well—definitely not as mysterious, though.

“Why should we?” She asks. “Is there anything we’re celebrating?”

“No.” Seunghyun’s voice is soft as he speaks, pulling away to look into her eyes before he holds on to his hands, his comical blood pumping when he swings them from side to side. “But you need to loosen up a bit.”

His hands are anchors, going down her arms and towards her waist, keeping her held tight as her eyes inspect the room. Her life has only exuded stress for the company, for she had never given herself the option of enjoying other things or even being the person she used to be. Swinging her body from side to side, slow steps matching his that are not so elegantly grazed as his existence, she wonders if she really did need Seunghyun’s appearance in her life to realize that there is a different between her professional life and her daily life. “So, you’re calling me boring.”

“Yes.” Seunghyun teases, a hiss escaping his lips when she grabs his face.

“Say that again and I’ll fight you.” She jokes back, joyful laughter flowing in between the two when Seunghyun pinches her waist.

“You’re pretty.” He pronounces, the words barely going through his lips when he continues with one of his unusual comments. “Not in Picasso type of way though. You’re not pretty like one of those paintings. I would compare you to a Dali piece of work, actually. I prefer his portraits.”

“…I’ll take the compliment and ignore the part in which you compared me to cubism.” She retorts, his face getting washed with what seems to be embarrassment before he continues his waltz with her. In the middle of the bar, she can already feel the gazes of some of her staff on her, wondering and pondering what their unlucky Boss is doing with the midnight man…but just like the bar calls her late at night for it to be taken care of, Seunghyun keeps bringing her in with his different charms. His smell, deeply engraved in her brain, becomes more prominent when she leans forward, their chests pushed together by the action. “I was meaning to tell you that I think you’re quite good looking, yourself.”

“You don’t do much of a good job at hiding it.” He chuckles, everything about him making her feel unlike anyone else. Not to say there weren’t people before him, all faces contorted in different shapes, either of heartbreak or absolute adoration. All of them she had to let go of and in the long run, she knows the morning will stop her call with midnight, it will eventually lead to a short and abrupt end, leaving her wanting for more but her eyelids won’t be powerful enough to keep herself awake through the night. “Want to have coffee tomorrow?”

“Don’t we always have coffee? Why do you even ask?” She tells him, sending a pointed glare at the man before sighing. “Thank you so much for helping me out with the bar, Seunghyun.”

“I come here for the drinks, what are you talking about?”

Pushing her body away from his, yet a bit unwillingly, she curses him under her breath before smiling. “Ah, seriously, I’m like…so close to kicking you out of my fucking bar.”

The reality falls on the fact that she doesn’t know what would die first: her heart or the bar, if Seunghyun ever were to leave. She knows that he shouldn’t be anything special, that she shouldn’t hold on to the conversations about art and the memories of their past, their imminent fears of the future coming afloat whenever they simply brush the topic with the tip of their words. Finding someone alike her won’t lead her to growing as a person, rather it could only bring her down, and finding interest in a man who has so clearly been a memory of the weekend and not much more than a flickering light must be a sin. Yet, there she is, his body positioned behind her as they walk through the crowds of people, going over to one of the tables to talk while enjoying the show.

For now, the morning still greets her with the sight of Seunghyun, waiting outside her home with his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans, looking for his box of cigarettes to get his first drag of the day. For now, Seunghyun is the taste of coffee and not the taste of leaving.

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“No way, this is signed?!”

Seunghyun only prides himself in a few things and more often than not, he tries to cover his insecurities with overflowing confidence that sometimes he lacks. Though, that rarely happens with art. When he spoke, two months before that day, about his art collection storage room, she thought it was just some room in his apartment that he kept filled with art. Mind her, it’s exactly that—but it’s even better than her mind could have ever mustered. The dark room has the perfect lightning, black walls cladded in the most gorgeous of art, some statues here and there, though not many, canvases of different sizes appearing at every spot she looked at.

Some art supplies are gathered by the table Seunghyun is sitting by, his black hair down as a pair of nicely framed glasses fall upon his nose-bridge. Still as cozy as ever, he is wearing a sweater at home even though the weather for her was not cold enough to even wear something long sleeved, but that is just Seunghyun’s style. Just as she lets her fingertips graze the beautiful piece of realism art, Seunghyun hums from his spot.

“I met the artist when I was putting a few pieces of his up in the museum. We talked and he gave me a copy or some shit like that.” Seunghyun adds, always honest as shall be. When she turns to look at him, there is a smile on her face, extending her arms on each side of her body to twist and turn around the place, surrounded exactly by what she had been loving from the moment she could recognize what art was. Art school called out her name, but she thought it was too late…and now that she saw her longtime lover, she could admit that she missed it. “Are you having fun?”

“A lot, really.” She comments, stopping just in time to place her hands on the armrests of his chair, a big smirk displayed on her face when she speaks up. “You really know how to get to a woman’s heart, huh?”

“I do.” It is not the first time she has ever spoken about their obvious interest towards one another but something about the other simply kept them in place, paralyzed and afraid of ever coming closer. Sometimes, she catches herself believing that there is really nothing in between the two—Seunghyun is a nice friend, she proclaims it to be, but deep down she knows she feels much more than that. Like her heart is being ripped out and her lungs have run short with breaths after so much laughter coming from his jokes. As if the world is alive, beaming, shining and sometimes, she swears he feels the same way, too. “Anyone who has good taste likes my storage room.”

“Excuse me,” She adds sarcastically, moving the seat back and forth to get his attention. “Let’s paint something.”

“Now?”

“When else?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you paint…or a piece of art from you, actually.” Seunghyun announces, turning on his chair until he is face-to-face with the painting products in front of him. A rainbow of different shades, brands and types of paint, all waiting for them to use them. “It’s like you hide your past, too. I mean…you’re always talking about the bar and about how much you like art, but what else is there to you?”

He doesn’t mean it wrongly, rather, he is asking her to open up to him, absentmindedly or not, she is not certain. Seunghyun is like that; what goes through his brain is told and sometimes, he gets impatient in his little rendezvous through life. Surprise takes over her, though it doesn’t show through her expression, hyper aware of the fact that she, too, has been hiding from him. A game of hide and seek has been going through their lives, afraid of getting too close, of speaking too loudly, of getting too fond of each other. She only knows this—how to run away, how to concentrate in one thing at a time and love is not one of those. Just like him, she is used to breathing out the name of love in repulse, with hatred.

Her finger coats itself in the color yellow, running it over his chiseled cheekbones and jaw in two motions. The tanned man turns to look at her, eyebrows raised as an amused smile appears on his face. “What do you want to know?” She asks playfully, trying to mask the seriousness of the situation with something lightweight and when he takes the color violet in between his fingers, letting it paint her black shirt with the color, he finally speaks up.

“I don’t know, something interesting.”

“Nothing about me is interesting.” She comments, though Seunghyun doesn’t seem to have it.

“It is to me.” He confesses, scrunching up his nose soon after before he picks up a few brushes.

“Okay, big fact about me. I don’t like Salvador Dali’s art as much as you do.”

“That’s enough. Out of my house.” Seunghyun jokes, his voice tainting in the color gray with its faux anger, though the smile on his face is as white as it can get, coming from an angel. “Tell me something real. You’re not only art and the bar. There’s more to you, isn’t there?”

To him, she is not the simplistic color of black or gray or white. To him, there must be shades to her, different shapes and styles, isms that she should be able to show to him but is unable to. She realizes this at that moment, holding a few brushes in between her hands when she finally pushes all insecurities aside. If it is meant to end, then it should end with the most gorgeous of colors. Their story should not be doomed by restrictions simply because the morning is bound to come.

The day it ends she wants to say that she tried and if she ever falls in love, she would adore to say that there is nothing more gorgeous than the midnight that rests in Choi Seunghyun’s eyes.

🍺

She feels him.

She feels him stirring by her side in the small couch of her office at the bar, his strong back suddenly becoming prominent under her touch when he extends his arms over his head and he turns to his side to continue sleeping. It’s uncomfortable, yes, but even if the apocalypse were to happen Seunghyun would be able to sleep through it. His thighs are warm against hers, the friction of skin becoming a bit damp by the heated weather. His lips ghost over her forehead for a second and maybe, it is her sleepy state talking for her because Seunghyun is not the type to go for a morning kiss, much less is he the type to wake up earlier than her, so she continues to keep her eyes closed and basks on the smell of him.

But she feels him, she swears she does, in every corner of her body, in every fingertip, even in the space between them because Seunghyun is imminently a reminder of Fridays and Saturdays, and that morning her lips are tingling from all the kisses they shared, all the laughs they gave. Her waist is practically holding the shape of him with how he always likes to cling to the skin, running his fingers down to her hips and then back up. He loves to bring her closer when they are alone, but in the eyes of the world he is just a serious man. She feels his irrationality when he told her at midnight, right after closing the bar, albeit silently, that they could simply take their joyful attraction to the couch and when he said that they could sleep there, too tired to even move from his spot, she had retorted with the fact that he was crazy. Her neck now begs for a break, but pulling away from Seunghyun is the most difficult task she could do in her life.

She has tried to, not to say that she hasn’t. The mark of three months of knowing each other had filled her with insecurity, afraid of getting too attached to the man that had never done so much as kissing her after a night at the bar, but then…as the months passed, she found herself in his arms again. Each time, Seunghyun welcomed her with something new. At first, she started seeing him in days other than Fridays and Saturdays. Then, he introduced her to more parts of him and consequently, she opened the gates of her past and welcomed parts of her personality that she had buried to give entrance to responsibility. Each time she tries to leave, she takes a good look at Seunghyun—not his beauty but his soul, the one he shows in his eyes, that gleam that she had once judged from a man who only wanted to leave…when in reality, he was a man that feared the forthcoming state of being abandoned. Betrayed. Left alone with his hatred for love.

Once again, her skin makes out the figure of him; this time, his arms wrap around her waist and he brings her up his body until she is resting in between his legs, her cheek pressing down on to his chest. Seunghyun is not touchy, she has learned, not because he is embarrassed but because he doesn’t seek for it. To him, there are a million ways to show appreciation and touch is not one of them. Unlike her, who simply adores the reassurance that physical touch brings. Yet, there, where she lays she can feel his heartbeat like the tempo of a song, the ones that he used to sing at the bar but now become a rare occurrence, youthful in every given way. Seunghyun is not the type for love songs and yet, she swears she hears them every time she sees him.

This time, she really does open her eyes because feeling him can also be compared to seeing him, touching him, remembering those thin lips that had kissed her with all the fervor in the world and those closed eyes that would once again open to welcome her with happiness. This is the type of feeling that she had never wanted to attach to the midnight singer, the one who is bound to leave, and yet, she can say to herself that she never wants to let go of this moment. The leather of the couch is uncomfortable and the AC is doing a poor job at keeping them fresh, but she is far too lost in tracing the outline of his sharp cheekbones, his nice jaw and when she gets to his lips, she can already hear the groan in his voice.

“What are you doing?” At this point, it would be a rarity to say that she is simply grasping the feeling of him and remembering, through the touch of their bodies, that they are more than two hurt souls could ever admit. Seunghyun is not the type for a confession and neither is she, but they know they hold a relationship with the other. Romantic, yes, but also in the shape of souls that are connected in hopes of bringing joy to the other’s live. His tone is a bit annoyed and yet, with his eyes closed, she swears she sees a smile appearing on his features.

“Just…” She whispers, trying to find the correct reasoning for this, but nothing comes to mind, leaving her to her poor attempts at poetry. “Remembering you.”

“Remembering me?” Seunghyun’s deep voice asks, even deeper when he is just waking up and when his eyes finally open, he closes them once again, the light coming from the blinds suddenly too strong for him. “…What does that even mean?” This morning, he is more curious than ever and she hates him for that. He loves uncovering even the deepest secrets of hers.

“I don’t know.”

“You say it as if you’re going to leave.” Though, there is a bit of a question in his tone and when a soft breath leaves through his nose, a bit deep in its delivery, she knows that there is a monster in the back of his mind, telling him that this is not forever…this is temporary. This comfort they feel with the other, sometimes holding a name and other times not doing so at all, is definitely not going to last for a long time.

“I’m not.” She promises, though she doesn’t know why she says it in such seriousness, unlike any of them. Leaning her head down, she presses her lips down on his, the soft touch reciprocated by the man when he parts his lips softly and lets his hands rest on top of her back. “I’m not leaving you, Seunghyun.”

He opens one of his eyes at that, chuckling at her words before closing his eyes once again. “Me neither.”

“Good.”

“Good.” Seunghyun pats the back of her thigh after that, the sound booming against the walls. “Now get off me, this couch is burning my back and I need to breathe.”

“Asshole.”

Though she curses at him, she knows her intentions are clear. Even when the morning comes, Seunghyun will continue to be here and she’ll wait for the midnight to appear again just to get a chance to touch his lips.

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sindrafalcone · 4 years

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Insecurities and Football Teams

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Warnings: Body image issues/body dysmorphia, implied sex (no actual smut)

Author’s Note: You could technically read this without reading the Nannyverse first, but it is set in that world. Also, I’m using the term ‘football’ here as in the international word for soccer, not American football.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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People assumed Seung Hyun was fit. Given how active he appeared to be with fans, doing CF's with athletic wear sponsors, it seemed only normal that people would presume so. Plus, he was usually jumping from recording to dance practice, jet setting all over the world for his art and his acting... how could someone not have a trim figure when they were moving around all the time?

He also wore slim fitting clothes every day he was out of the house, making sure to let paparazzi capture all his flattering angles, so that everyone saw how trim and lean he seemed.

Seung Hyun let the world assume he was still a young, buff idol like he was in his 20's. It was just as good for his ego as much as his brand.

Times had changed though. Seung Hyun was a dad.

He loved his life, but keeping the physique he used to have felt impossible when balancing a music career, the twins, and his marriage... not to mention his passion for art. He felt stressed. And that meant, more often than not, he sought comfort from your amazing cooking and the warmth of your shared bed.

One day, when his schedule was miraculously free, he decided to stay home and sleep. And, after what seemed like the best nap of his life, Seung Hyun felt like a shower was in order. As he began to strip off his clothes, he caught sight of himself in the mirror and stared blankly at the reflection before him. Being so busy, it felt like the first time in a long time he'd actually noticed what he looked like naked.

Seung Hyun glared at himself in the full length mirror, shrewdly assessing what he saw. He took in his body shape and sighed in defeat. He had tried his best to block out the weight gain and honestly it wasn't horrible, but you could notice a bit... especially so with no clothes on to hide away his imperfections.

He'd been avoiding it for ages, not wanting to admit that the classic "dad bod" had caught up with him, but his fears were confirmed just by looking at it. His eyes focused in on the soft pooch that seemed to taunt him, and he grunted grumpily.

Every image of himself out there for the public was sharp, slim, and desirable. Day after day Seung Hyun presented the ideal version of himself, who he was when he first started, and that's all anyone (except you and his band mates) ever saw. Every day he squeezed into a button down shirt & slim, body hugging pants. He held himself up straight and tall so that was the image that cemented itself forever in the minds of the public. He couldn't lose that image... if he did, it could destroy him. In his business, image was everything.

Standing in front of the mirror, he turned this way and that, trying to find some optical illusion that would make the imperfections go away, but all he found was harsh reality. He poked gently at the slight roll of his stomach, watching his fingertip disappear as the skin folded around it. Seung Hyun hated what he saw. He felt weak and a mockery of the reputation he'd worked tirelessly to build...he saw someone unworthy of respect.

And love.

Seung Hyun's struggles with his body weren't anything new, but the deep roots of insecurities he'd worked very hard to ignore were no longer mere shadows in his mind, but fully fledged demons. He was soft & squishy, and he hated it. And if he hated it, then...

Seung Hyun cursed softly under his breath.

He wasn't buff, bold T.O.P with a body women swooned over. He was chubby dad bod T.O.P, trying to make his marriage work, take care of his kids and be an international superstar... all at the same time.

Did you even see him as attractive anymore?

All the negative thoughts swirled around his head as he carried on intensely starring at himself. He didn't even notice his wife walking in the bedroom.

“Hello handsome.” you smirked against your husbands neck as you kissed him right at his pulse point.

You wrapped your arms around his middle and propped your chin on his shoulder, locking eyes with Seung Hyun in the mirror.

He leaned backwards into your comforting embrace and sighed fondly, he still got a butterfly feeling in his stomach every time he felt your hands on his skin.

7 years of marriage and still going strong.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you took in your husbands figure in the reflection of the mirror. You unconsciously licked your lips & felt an all too familiar heat curl tight in your belly.

“Nothing.” Seung Hyun lied, quickly trying to hide what he'd been up to.

“I know you all too well, yeobo. You can’t lie to me... we promised to talk about everything remember? No secrets.” you reminded him with a soft smile.

Seung Hyun huffed out a small laugh, it faded away with a sudden jolt of nerves “ I... do you...” he stammered embarrassingly.

“You can tell me anything. I won’t laugh. Promise...” you tried your best to encourage him, softly kissing him on the neck again.

Seung Hyun sighed heavily and blew out a long breath. “Do you still find me attractive?” he asked quietly.

“What?”

“Do you still find me attractive?” he repeated nervously.

“Why are you even asking me that?” you were confused and worried as to why he would suddenly ask you something so utterly ridiculous. You rubbed your hands across your husbands stomach, up and down, trying to soothe him.

Seung Hyun looked down and saw his small belly under your hands, he swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I’ve got a dad bod...” he admitted shamefully. “I can't imagine that you actually find that attractive.”

You shot him a smirk in the mirror while wordlessly giving him an arch of your brow. 'Oh... if he only knew what was going through my mind right now...' you thought to yourself. As soon as he saw your face in the reflection, Seung Hyun closed in on himself. “You don’t have to laugh at me.” he snapped quietly, halfheartedly trying to get out of your hold.

“I’m not laughing at you, idiot.” you chided him, turning him around so he would look at you. “I love many things about you, husband of mine. The body is just a bonus.” you admitted with a grin.

“You... you still...?” he stammered, unable to complete the sentence.

You pushed Seung Hyun gently towards the bed with slow steps. You hated to see the naked vulnerability in your husbands eyes.

“Oh, absolutely. It shows that you're comfortable, happy and well loved.” you answered truthfully.

“But I don’t look how I used to look.” he pouted. “You know... back when you first got here.”

“You look sexier now.” you told him honestly, leaning closer. “I found you sexy back then, even though you were entirely too skinny. And now I take pride in how you look well cared for.” you whispered into your husbands ear.

“Yeah?” he whispered back, his gentle hands beginning to play with the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Besides...you didn’t seem to mind how my body changed after having the twins.”

His chuckle was lighthearted. “Hardly. I wanted to put my hands on you as much as ever, more probably.”

Your eyebrows shot up in slight surprise at that, but you just kept backing him up to the bed until the two of you fell onto it in a tumble of limbs and a couple of giggles.

“How about... you. let. me. show. you. just. how. sexy. I. think. you. are.” you spoke each word after planting kisses in very strategic places on Seunghyun's body.

Very much later, you lay next to each other exhausted, panting as you smiled when your eyes made contact. You pulled yourself up and leaned on your elbow, kissing Seung Hyun on the lips as you moved damp, dark hair off his forehead, threading your fingers through the sweaty mess.

“That is how sexy I think you still are.” you smirked.

Seung Hyun laughed weakly, intertwining his fingers together with yours and kissing your knuckles gently. “Well... good.”

“I honestly love how you look Seung Hyun. I don’t want you to go back to the way you were.” you admitted seriously.

“As long as you still love me, I won’t change.” he told you.

You laid there in silence for while... both content, still covered in sweat & sticky but neither of you were bothered. Then Seung Hyun looked at you again, his expression suddenly serious.

“I want more kids.”

A wide smile spread across your face. It was something that you'd discussed before, but he hadn't brought it up in a long time. “What... right now?”

“I want more children with you __________-ah, a whole football team of them.”

“I.... I don't think we need to go quite that far.” you giggled.

“I want Seung Min and Sung Ja to have more siblings. I want the house to be full of noise again, it’s been too quiet since they're in preschool now.” he frowned adorably.

“I've been thinking about that lately... I hate how quiet it’s become.” you agreed sadly.

“Should we have more then?” Seung Hyun asked again, a crooked grin splayed on his handsome, sweaty face.

“Yes, of course I will have more kids with you! Just...not a whole football teams worth.” you grinned as he leaned forward, gathering you up into a tight hug.

“Lets get to baby making then, wife.” he joked seductively, laying you back and trailing kisses all the way down your body until neither of you were laughing anymore.

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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Idol Advent - Day 13

For the first twenty-five days of December we will be opening up a door on the Idol Advent tree to see who is behind it and waiting with a drabble to share!

To find out who is there for Day 13, click the keep reading!

Santa’s Knee – Seunghyun / T.O.P

“Remind me why I’m dressed like this?” you asked, pointing to the elf costume. Had you wanted to do this, you would have admitted you looked really cute. Your makeup was on point and complimented your red, gold and cream outfit. Still, you didn’t want to spend your day at Santa’s Grotto and deal with impatient parents or children who wanted a new iPhone for Christmas. You missed how Christmas was back when you were younger and had no interest in listening to the younger generation list off all their desires.

Plus, malls just gave you anxiety at the best of times!

“Because you are the bestest best friend I could ever have,” your friend Laney replied, smiling warmly at you. “You rock my outfit better than I do.”

“I’m going to make you do something you equally dislike in return!” It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, there were still a few who made you sigh heavily behind one Santa’s reindeers, but on a whole, you were finding it easier to smile naturally.

Perhaps it was because of Santa himself.

You didn’t know what he looked like behind the beard, but his eyes were gorgeous. And his laugh, you were certain it was better than anything in the North Pole. He was definitely the quirkiest Santa; some of the things he said to the children making you stifle your laughter beside their parents. But he was a hit with the kids and that was the main thing.

“Do elves sit on Santa’s knee and tell him what they want for Christmas too?” a little girl wondered after tugging on your skirt and you knelt beside her, smiling widely.

“No, we help Santa make all the presents for children like you.”

“But what do you get for Christmas? Don’t you want anything?”

You became thoughtful. “What do you think I should want?”

“Why don’t you sit on Santa’s knee and find out?!”

“But it’s your turn.”

“It won’t hurt any,” Santa called out and the children waiting erupted with excitement. Slowly, you approached him and sat down, your heart thumping in your chest.

“This is so foolish.”

Santa grinned. “Well, if it helps you any, you just answered my Christmas wish. I’ve been thinking of how to get you over at my side all day long.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Get Clingy Because You’re Tired ~ Big Bang Reaction

T.O.P:

“I can’t make dinner with you clinging off of me,” Seunghyun reminded you as you stuck to his back, following him into the kitchen as he began to grab things out of the cupboards.

Your head shook as he spoke, “I promise that you won’t even know that I’m here. Your back is just so comfortable, the perfect place for me to be able to nap on, just for a little while.”

“You’re going to sleep standing up?”

You nodded confidently in reply to Seunghyun, “that’s how desperate I am to rest against your back, I’ll sleep and stand up doing so.”

“It’s so hard to say no to you,” Seunghyun smiled, having to move you as he moved himself.

Your steps were slow as you lazed behind him, “if it’s that hard to say no then all you have to do is say yes to me instead.”

“Just as long as if I accidentally wake you up you don’t get mad at me,” Seunghyun reasoned, hearing you hum to agree with him.

You settled yourself tighter into his back, “do you have any idea how cosy you are?”

“I’m getting a pretty good idea.”

Taeyang:

“I’m not letting you stay, you have to go home,” Youngbae laughed as you continued to follow him around, wrapping your arms around him, refusing to let go of his frame stubbornly.

You kept sighing behind him too, “this is no way to treat your best friend, I always let you crash at my place when you’re too tired to go home so why can’t I stay here at yours tonight?”

“You’re too annoying to stay the night.”

Your hand hit firmly against Youngbae’s back, “you know that eventually I’ll wear you down until you agree to let me stay here with you.”

“Do you want a bet?” Youngbae laughed back at you, “I bet that I can prove you wrong on that one.”

Another groan came from you, “just let me stay the night, I’ll even sleep on the sofa so that you can have your bed.”

“Are you really that tired?” Youngbae asked you, glancing behind his shoulder to see you resting against his back, “that bad?”

Your head immediately nodded, “I’ve not felt this sleepy in a long time, I promise.”

“I guess you can stay on the sofa.”

G-Dragon:

“Hey, I was using that,” Jiyong chuckled as you reached into his lap and took his phone, moving it onto the coffee table and replacing it with your head in his lap, shuffling to get comfy.

As much as Jiyong teased you, he couldn’t help but place his hand through your hair. “Now you can play with me instead,” you laughed as he began to brush his hand through your hair.

“I’m guessing you’re a little sleepy?”

Your head nodded up to Jiyong, “sleepy is an understatement with how busy things have been today, I think I’m just exhausted.”

“I’m sorry,” Jiyong whispered, but how you were feeling was in no way his fault, “sleep Y/N.”

You nodded once again, “why else do you think I’m in your lap?” You giggled, “it’s the comfiest place in the world for me.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a cushion or something under your head?” Jiyong asked you, but you quickly stopped him moving.

He couldn’t help but laugh at how quickly you moved, “I want to rest in your lap.”

“Alright, don’t worry, there’s no cushion.”

Daesung:

“My bum has literally only just touched the sofa cushion,” Daesung laughed as you rested against his shoulder as soon as you felt his figure drop back down on the sofa after grabbing some food.

Your head nodded as you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders anyway. “You’re always so comfy,” you whispered across to him, “your shoulder makes the perfect pillow.”

“I see, is someone a little bit tired?”

A groggy hum came from you in reply to Daesung, “it might have been a bit of a long day, replying to emails all day is such a draining job.”

“We can head to bed if you want,” Daesung suggested, “there’s no reason for us to stay down here.”

Your head shook, too comfy to move. “Maybe in a little while, your shoulder is a nice little spot for me to rest on for a while yet.”

“You’ll get a crooked neck,” Daesung warned you, but that still wasn’t enough to make you move, “what about if I carry you up?”

Your figure perked up quite quickly, “that’s maybe an offer that I wouldn’t say no to.”

“Come on, you’ll be much comfier upstairs.”

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dingdonghun · 5 years

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Sugar Coated~

Characters: Seunghyun, y/n

Genre: Fluff

word count: 11,098 characters

I haven’t written in a while but here I am lmao dflkihjgfdlhg. I have had an urge to write again but I couldn’t think of a concept. Then I got in the shower and was like... *shrug* Fake it until you make it!

Summary: Your friends managed to drag you out of your introvert cave and to the amusement park, a place you admittedly were terrified of, those rides are dangerous, you know! Incredibly unsafe! Though when you got there, you ran into your old childhood friend, Seunghyun. Quite literally. It had been years since you’d seem him, and he has definitely changed.

“Y/n, I don’t understand why you came along with us if you aren’t going to get on any of the rides!”

One of your best friends, Ellie, furrowed her brows at you in judgement. Being nagged by Ellie was normal, honestly. You’d think she was your mother. The only reason you agreed to come along was because she was always begging you to take part in the friend group activities, and your introversion always kept you at home. Eventually the guilt built up and you told yourself that the next time your friends ask, no matter what it is, you would go.

If you had known that the next time they would ask would involve an amusement park, you would have never made that promise in the first place.

“Ellie, please... I have gotten on a couple! You make it sound like I’ve done nothing!”

“You basically haven’t!” Your best friend huffed. “I know you are afraid of rides but you have to get over that fear at some point, don’t you? We won’t let anything happen to you.”

With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, you looked over to your best friend, unable to hold back the slight glare.

Ellie had long jet black hair that she usually wore in a thick braid, easily bringing out her bright blue eyes and freckles, which she hated. Though nobody understood why. She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen, but she was so modest about it. Right now, however, those blue eyes were squinted at you, as if daring you to argue with her on the subject.

“I don’t see why--”

Before you could finish that sentence, your entire body slammed into the back of a tall figure, earning a quiet snort of a laugh from your friends.

“You should watch where you’re going, y/n” Ellie teased, earning a sharp glare in her direction before you quickly faced the poor soul who you’d bashed your entire body into.

“I am so, so sorry! Are you okay??”

As your eyes traveled up, you saw a tall man wearing what appears to be a trilby, which somehow he pulls off shockingly well. The hat hid his hair for the most part but from what you could see, it was a dark brown. He had an intimidating presence, and you immediately regretted bumping into him.

That thought was quickly pushed aside as soon as a look of concern flashed over his face and he reached out to you as if to steady you, but second thought it and pulled his arm back. This happened multiple times.

What an awkward guy. You held back a chuckle at the mess of a man in front of you.

“No, I am sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. I should have been paying attention. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You raised a brow at the man in disbelief. “I’m... I’m the one who ran into you, what are you saying?” A chuckle slipped out before you could stop it, earning a laugh from your friends in response, whom you had already forgotten were there.

“I am sorry again, I should have been watching where I was walking.”

You paused for a moment, narrowing your eyes a slight bit at the man. He looked... vaguely familiar.

Just as you began to examine him, he appeared to be doing the same in return.

He must have had a better memory, because his eyes immediately widened.

“Y/n??”

You froze. You recognized your name being said in that tone. It took you a few moments, but it finally clicked.

“... Seunghyun?! Choi Seunghyun??”

The biggest dumbest smile spread across your childhood best friend’s lips, his deep dimples as prominent as ever. If you could say anything about Seunghyun in that moment, it would be that time had definitely treated him like fine wine.

Seunghyun’s long arms wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest in a tight hug so fast that you barely had time to react. He had always been like this, but it had been so long since you had seen him last that it definitely caught you off guard.

... Why is my heart racing? You tossed the thought aside as quickly as it came and hugged him just as tightly in return.

“Y/n, it has been so long since you moved away. Why didn’t you keep in touch?!”

Ellie butted in once more, reminding you that you had forgotten they were there for a second time.

“Y/n, aren’t you going to introduce us to your tall friend?” She smiled up at Seunghyun, who gave an awkward half-smile in response.

“Oh, of course! Ellie, guys, this is Seunghyun! We used to be neighbors when we were kids. I moved away freshman year of highschool and we lost touch.”

He gave a couple of nervous polite bows, earning laughs from your friends.

“Well, Choi Seunghyun, are you here alone? Do you want to hang out with us?” Ellie placed her hand on her hip. “We can’t seem to get y/n to get on any rides. perhaps you would have better luck.”

You let out a loud groan and rolled your eyes once more. “Ellie, please, those are so dangerous!”

“I bet you I can ride more rides than you can.”

You narrowed your eyes at Seunghyun. He used to do this a lot when you didn’t want to do something. He would make it into a challenge, which you found very hard to refuse. You couldn’t let him win, after all.

“That isn’t going to work on me this time, hyun.”

“How about you win, I will win any stuffed animal in the whole park for you?”

you immediately scoffed at him. “You think you have that much skill? These games are rigged you know.”

“Try me.”

“...” You sighed, aware that you couldn’t say no to your childhood friend.

“Alright, fine.”

Seunghyun threw his hands up to celebrate his small victory, which only fueled your determination more.

“Alright, you’re on. I WILL win this!”

“We’ll see, shrimp.”

The next two or so hours were full of you forcing yourself to get on rides with your friends and Seunghyun, who always made sure he was sitting next to you, friendly competition, and the reassuring gentle hand squeezes he gave you when he noticed your fear getting the better of you. Though there was a competition going on, he made sure to gently rest his hand on top of yours, on your shoulder and your knee throughout the entire time. He had never acted like this when you knew him back then. It was slightly confusing.

Though you weren’t quite aware of what was going on, Ellie was. She noticed every little touch Seunghyun made, every little glance in your direction when you were looking the other way, the soft smile on his lips every time you squeezed his hand in fear as the rides dropped. She knew you were oblivious, but she didn’t know you could be this oblivious.

“Hey, y/n, Seunghyun, the rest of us are going to go to the restroom real quick. We will come find you later!”

Before you could respond, your friends ran off and left you alone with him.

“... That was awfully fishy.” You muttered as you turned to face him.

He was unexpectedly close to you, looking down into your eyes, a curious glint in his.

His words came out rushed and messy as he took your hand in his.

“Y/n, I need to say this now or I will lose the courage. So please just listen until the end okay? Don’t say anything yet”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, only nodding in response as you waited for him to continue.

The hand that wasn’t busy holding tightly onto yours reached up and gently brushed your bangs away from your eyes. He was staring deeply into them now, and for some reason your body felt quite hot, despite the cool weather. You broke eye contact to examine your old best friend.

His big dark eyes are actually quite beautiful, you thought absently. Was his jawline always this sharp?... No. He was on the heavier side back then. You had no idea he had such sharp features. His dimples that you used to find cute, now seemed deeply attractive to you.

“Y/n?”

You snapped out of your trance, looking up at a worried Seunghyun.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, what did you say?”

He gave you an exasperated look, but it seemed a little relieved as well.

“I said, I like you. I like you a lot. I’ve always liked you, but I never did anything about it back then. I don’t want to let you slip away again without letting you know...”

You froze.

Here he was, after years of no contact, years of not being in each others lives, and he was confessing to you as if his feelings had never faded in the slightest.

He was staring at you with worry, waiting for a response, but you were still in your own little world. Seunghyun had always been protective of you, gentle and playful at the same time. He always rushed to your aid at the smallest things, like scraping your knee or tripping on the steps. You had always thought that was just something he did for everyone, but now that you were looking at him, it suddenly made so much sense. How could you be so clueless?

“Y/N!”

You laughed, snapping out of your thoughts once again at the oh-so-impatient man in front of you.

“I heard you this time, I promise!”

He let out another sigh of relief, thankful that you weren’t disgusted by his confession.

“Well... What do you think?” He asked awkwardly, not sure how to farther the conversation.

“I think...” you paused, a small smile forming.

Seunghyun stared at you , clearly nervous.

“... I think, you owe me the biggest stuffed animal in the park.”

“...What?”

“I won. You didn’t go on the twister, remember? You had to go to the restroom. I won. You owe me!”

His brows furrowed in preparation to argue that it doesn’t count, but you quickly cut him off, leaning up and pressing your lips softly to his.

His eyes widened for just a moment, it was the last thing he expected you to do, after all. Soon he shut them, though, and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His free hand gently tilted your chin up as he deepened the kiss, all of the passion he had been holding in for all of these years, made quite clear.

After a moment, the two of you pulled away. Seunghyun was the first to speak.

“Though you cheated and got on a ride while I was gone, I yield. I will win you any stuffed animal you want. We call it even, as long as you don’t leave me again.”

A gentle laugh left your lips before you pinched his cheeks between your fingers.

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

“Hey, lovebirds! Mind keeping the PDA to a minimum?”

You looked over to see Ellie and the others heading back to you, holding chili cheese fries for the both of you.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, Seunghyun, so I got you what y/n likes, I hope that’s okay!”

An embarrassed smile spread across his lips as the two of you separated from each other’s arms. “Sure, I love those, but you didn’t have to do that!”

“Well, seeing as we will be seeing a lot more of you from now on, we figured we’d welcome you into our friend circle with a greasy gift of friendship.”

You let out a sigh, but couldn’t hide the smile that followed, and took the fries from your friend for the both of you.

“Thank you for always being so meddlesome, Ellie. It is oh so appreciated.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm, but you knew she wouldn’t acknowledge it.

“Alright, let’s go watch big guy over here show off his famed amusement park game skills!”

Seunghyun jokingly puffed up his chest, dawning a serious expression. “I have been unbeatable so far, I am the king of these parts!”

All of you laughed at his ridiculous silly act, he was unphased though and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours before all of you started towards the balloon darts.

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bobbyseyesmile · 5 years

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till we meet again

It was a while ago I’ve seen him last…

Silently I sat in the cab and starred at the message my best friend had send me hours ago, thumbs hovering over the letters on the display but I couldn’t form a proper sentence.

“Y/N, he will be discharged today! We arrange a surprise party for him!”

I knew exactly who “he” was, and even if it wasn’t a question Jiyong had asked I could still feel the big ass question mark on my shoulders. Do I wanted to see him? Do I wanted to see the others? Was it a good idea to move?

Questions over questions and I couldn’t even answer one for myself. I typed a fast “OK” and a thumbs-up Emoji before I pressed the Send button. It wasn’t much, in fact it was insultingly sparse but I didn’t know what else to write.

Even though I needed the whole day for my short message I got the response within a few seconds.

“What should I tell him?”

Oh, nice. Freshly baked reproaches right out of the oven… Of course, Jiyong didn’t mean it like that, but still, I could read the obvious undertone in his message.

“I don’t know. Actually, I don’t care, it wasn’t my decision-“ I pressed the Delete button and started again “On my way. But I’ll only stay 10 minutes.”

Now I got a smiley and thumbs-up from him. The exact opposite from how I felt right now…

The cab stopped a few minutes later and I had to take a deep breath before I was brave enough to leave the warmth and safety of the car. The villa seemed to taunt me by towering into the sky while I felt like an ant. A baby ant. Hundreds of times I was here. I knew the house from the bottom to the roof like it was my own. Countless times I shared kisses and sweet nothings with my former lover. But now it was gone.

My fingertip hovered over the bell and for a short moment I thought about leaving. I mean, nobody knew I was already here, right? But before I could finish the thought in my head, the door snapped open and I starred in two brown eyes.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Youngbae’s voice sounded surprised but pleased at the same time.

“Hi.” I smiled slightly and ran my fingers through my hair. “Jiyong messaged me.”

“I see. Well, it’s nice to see and have you here! The others will be glad too, to finally meet you again- I just forgot something in my car, be right back.” And with that he was gone and I stood alone in the entrance hall.

Loud music and laughter approached me when I reached the living room and passed through it, but I couldn’t find my best friend just hundreds of strangers who enjoyed expensive wine and cigars.

I sighed and wished to be in my small apartment, snuggled into a thick blanket on my sofa, eating ice cream and watching some K-Drama till I was a crying mess again. Instead I stood there in Louboutin’s and tight pants in a house what barely belonged to my safe places anymore. What was I doing here?

Meanwhile annoyed I grabbed my phone and texted Jiyong that I was here but I couldn’t find him.

“Roof terrace” was all I got back two minutes later and so I decided to take the lift considering my choice of shoes. On the top floor I was greeted by less few people, probably because it was Jiyong’s private VIP section for other celebrities or just woman he wanted to nail.

“Jiyong?” I called his name and a few girls in too small bikinis turned their heads in my direction and then started to whisper when I passed them. I ignored them, already knowing what they were saying.

“Is that her?” another, not so discreet, voice asked and I turned around, suddenly full of confidence.

“She is. And she wants to know where Jiyong is.”

“I’m here ma petite.”

I smiled because of the nick name and turned around to face Jiyong who looked like always: A big ass smile on his lips trying to hide the tires and exhausted expression on his beautiful face. I bet he hadn’t slept in days again…

“Hey” I said and responded his bear hug while his face was buried in my neck and hair- as always.

“I’m so glad that you came, you know, when you didn’t read my text for hours I was sure you wouldn’t respond to it and just ignore me.”

“Well, that was the plan at first” I admitted and coughed slightly while he bursted out laughing “But then I thought that it would be a bit rude and now I’m here. But not for long.”

He snorted and nodded towards the bar “Do you want to see him?”

My brain immediately screamed NO WAY! but my heart started to ache in a painfully delicious way.

“Sure” I answered, “That’s why I’m here.”

Seunghyun looked like always- and that was what caught me off guards. In my day dreams he was fat and full of pimples, which was completely excessive, he came from his military service, but it made things easier for me if I imagined him this way.

But now that I saw him for the first time in 18 months, it felt like a huge slap in the face. He was big and even more muscular now, although he slimmed down a bit, but not much. His pitch-black hair was perfectly styled and the dark suit fitted him like it was made to be on his body. I starred at the Rolex on his wrist which I gave him many moons ago and my heart began to throb- he still had it?

He was a gentleman with his whole being. He was Choi Seunghyun.

However, I felt like I never lost those 20 pounds and that my stylish long bob haircut was replaced by my old and boring hairdo. I could even feel the braces on my teeth again although I didn’t have them since high school. Dammit. I quickly turned around and nearly ran towards the lift to bolt off really fast. It was a mistake to come here…

“Y/N.”

I closed my eyes and muttered a quiet “Fuck” before I turned around to face my biggest weakness. It was only one word he spoke, but the deep voice cut deep inside me and I started to tremble.

“Seunghyun.” I spoke and wished I had the same dominance in my voice like he did. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, so I just put a hand on my hip and hoped to compensate my nervousness with this small gesture.

His look wandered from my shoes over my body and to my eyes where he finally stopped and gave me a smirk.

“You look ravishing.”

I gulped. Only Choi Seunghyun could break your heart in one minute and in the other one he would give you an honest compliment.

“Thank you.” I said and followed his look, but kept the compliments for myself. He noticed it because his smile widened, a small nod and a delightful slug of his wine. Everything he did looked so easy and smooth.

I grabbed a glass for myself when a waiter repassed us and for the first time in eternity I received an astonished look from the handsome man in front of me.

“You don’t drink.” A statement, not a question and it annoyed me to the guts. Instead of an answer I just gulped it down at once and gave it back to the startled waiter from who I grabbed another glass.

“Wrong, Seunghyun. The old me didn’t drink, the new me doesn’t care what you think.”

Ouch. I regretted the words the moment they left my mouth. He smiled ruefully.

“I want to apologize.” He whispered, “I sure didn’t want to offend you in any way.”

“No… only merely breaking my heart and then leaving for your national duty.”

I just noticed the silence and the looks when it was already too late. I really said it. Everyone starred at us, I could even see Jiyong’s expression although he was on the other side of the terrace.

“Y/N, I-“ Seunghyun started but I cut him off and pushed my wine glass in his hand.

“Forget it. It was a mistake to show up.”

I made my way through the overcrowded house and ran outside to finally breathe again. The air was cool and oddly comfortable, so I decided to walk to the next bus stop, only then I would call a cab. After a few minutes I already felt better and even the watering of my eyes stopped. Stupid, stupid me… I scolded myself. Why did you drink? You have a low tolerance for alcohol, why would you even drink it in one go then?

“Can I give you a ride home?”

I flinched at the sudden voice and the car next to me. I completely forgot that Seunghyun drove a silent electro car.

“No, thanks.”

“You know, if necessary I escort you like this, me driving next to you till you’re home.”

“Dammit Seunghyun!” I suddenly yelled, “Why does it always have to be your way? I’m an adult and I can handle myself!”

My arms gestured wildly while the car slowly rolled by my side.

“I can make my own decision, thank you very much. Also, I know exactly what’s good for me and surprise, surpsise, it’s not you!”

“You will ruin your Louboutin’s.”

I sighed, took my shoes off and continued walking. I could hear him quietly laughing before he stopped the car and suddenly stood in front of me.

“Y/N, to be very honest I would really like to order you to get in the car right now, but you’re not the only one who changed in the last months… So, I ask you to get in so I can bring you home safely.”

We remained silent for a few moments before I gave him a small nod. Fine. It was just a 20 minute drive anyway. We didn’t talk the whole ride, there was only some quiet classic music coming from the radio. Probably Beethoven.

“Thank you.” I said when he stopped in front of my old building. To be honest, I moved out of it weeks after he went to the military, but in fact, I didn’t tell him. I don’t know why but I just didn’t want him to know where I lived now- it was my safe place. I would just call a cab from here.

“It was really nice seeing you again.” He muttered and his cologne hit my nose. I didn’t dare to look but I bet he came closer, probably to open the door for me. I nearly jumped out of it- suddenly it got too small in there.

I watched him drive away and waited a few minutes before I dialed the number for the taxi company. He’s gone, Y/N. Finally.

It felt good to came home- even the buzzing from the elevator in my apartment building felt familiar and trusting. This was my home, my comfort zone where I felt safe. I opened the door and undressed myself, letting the clothes hit the ground. When I turned to the bathroom something felt different… but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Did I lock the door?

A soft purr jogged my memory: Snowball didn’t welcome me home at the door. This was odd, he always did it. But now I could hear him purr and it came from the living room. Did a cat purr when it was all by himself?

Before I rethought it, I grabbed the nearest vase and tiptoed along the corridor. There’s someone in my apartment, I thought when I figured a dark silhouette sitting on the sofa. I shivered when I reached for the light switch, not even realizing that I was almost naked and trying to fight a possible intruder. Maybe he would blush to death.

The light blinded me for only one second before I screamed and the vase crashed on the floor beneath me. Seunghyun on the other hand just sat there while he calmly caressed the belly of my cat. Traitor.

“WHAT THE-“ I screamed, “SEUNGHYUN?!”

“Y/N, calm down, it’s just me.” He reassured me, but oh boy, it didn’t help at all. “You could have told me your new address.”

“You…you…” I started but my mind couldn’t come up with a good insult “You didn’t ask.”

“I wanted to know if you would tell me by yourself.”

“How do you even know this address and how the fuck did you get in here?!”

“Well… to answer your first question, you posted a pic on your Instagram showing your new view, so I figured you moved. Nice neighborhood by the way, very clean and quiet.” He nodded like he would talk to himself “A friend of mine lived in this area a while back, so I know it well. And also, it wasn’t that hard to ask for your name at the front desk.”

His words left me completely bewildered, unable to say something in return.

“And to the second question, you still hide your keys under the artificial plants at your door.”

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