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yeojaa · 5 years ago

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TO THE MOON AND BACK - ft. ???

You feel winded and you're not sure why. Like you'd been walking on cloud nine and were now falling through the atmosphere, plummeting toward the ground at incredible speeds. When you speak, it doesn't really sound like you. "Yes." Because he was exactly right - you were a hopeless romantic. Always had been. It was hard not to be when your parents were childhood sweethearts and love was the thing you'd been chasing your whole life.

alt summary. You use your one brain cell for love. It doesn’t always end well.

pairing. who knows, honestly. the obvious ones are kim taehyung and jeon jungkook, though.

tags. blind date, strangers, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, getting to know each other, alternate universe, alternate universe - modern setting, romantic comedy.

rating. general (for now?)

word count. ~4500

chapter 2.

Because Taehyung's already gone.

You try not to take it personally when you realize his chair is empty and you can't see that familiar bob of tousled black in the swirling crowd of people. After all, you were a stranger to him - just someone he'd happened to be paired with for a one-time thing. He didn't owe you anything, not a thank you or even a goodbye and certainly not a minute more of his time.

It doesn't work well.

When the same assistant from early is handing you garment bags, you can't help but feel a little reluctant to take them. It's your own clothes, neatly hung and strung across fancy wooden hangers, but it feels wrong. You know if you take them, you'll need to leave and you're not sure you're ready for that. Still, you smile, bowing graciously as you accept the bags, draping them over your arm.

"You can change down the hallway - there are actual dressings room there."

You don't immediately understand what she's saying, blinking owlishly at her from behind your thin gold frames, and she stifles a laugh. She's so sweet that you don't even bristle, only burning scarlet when she gestures toward your worn sweater and bare legs.

"Oh!" Embarrassment flares across your cheeks, licking over your face and down the column of your neck. "Yes. Right. Thank you." You're bowing once again before turning on your heel and moving in the direction she'd indicated. You try to keep your steps measured but you want to break into a full sprint.

Get it together, Jiyeon!

You're all but grumbling under your breath as you weave past the people milling about, carrying chairs and speaking into their headsets without a care in the world. You nearly stumble into someone - a tall man carrying a boom mic over his shoulder - and spin just in time, narrowly avoiding an accident between your head and said mic. To your relief, he laughs and steps aside, nodding kindly at you while you mumble an apology.

You push past the heavy entryway with your shoulder and breathe a sigh of relief. There's no one else in the hallway, only pale oak doors that line each side. All are ajar, revealing softly lit dressing rooms that sit empty. You figure you can pop into any of them.

Slipping inside the nearest one, you carefully hang your clothes on the rolling rack and begin to peek through the bags in search of the outfit you'd worn there. You find it on your third try, unzipping the garment bag all the way to reveal comfortable-looking denim and a roomy long sleeve. You exhale a breath of relief, eager to get back into something that doesn't make you feel quite so exposed.

The shorts drop followed by your sweater, both neatly folded upon the nearest chair before you're tugging your jeans on.

You get the button through the hole on the first go, adjusting the additional buttons along the side until they're cinched neatly around your waist, elongating the long line of your legs. You readjust the same closures at your ankles, snapping them to the tightest button. You leave your socks as is, sliding them back into the high-topped black Converse you'd worn with your first outfit. You loop the shoelaces around your ankles once, twice, knotting them with an exaggerated bunny loop.

Next comes your shirt, pulled over your head with a jerk of your arms. The hem is tucked into the tops of your jeans. You inspect yourself in the mirror, pushing your glasses further up your nose before sliding thin fingers through your dark hair. It sticks out at odd angles from the way you've been doing outfit changes and you try your best to flatten it, cursing the fact you don't carry a brush with you.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?"

You're talking to yourself so you don't expect the other voice, muffled by the door. "Cho Jiyeon?"

You don't mean to scream but you do anyway, nearly toppling the chair behind you. You immediately regret it when the laughter filters under the door and through wood grain. Because you recognize the stupid, adorable laugh - you'd just spent the afternoon wrapped up in it.

"Kim Taehyung?" You're wrenching open the door like a giddy schoolgirl because suddenly you're elated, ecstatic. He hadn't left! If you were in a fairytale, you're sure you'd hear birds singing and the slow swell of background music.

"I wasn't sure if you'd left already."

He looks every inch your prince in shining armour or rather, knit Moncler. You spy the logo just beneath the lapel of his coat - the same camel one he'd worn in the beginning. One hand is stuffed in the pocket of his trousers, the other curled around the hanger hooks of garment bags hung over his left shoulder. He looks almost bashful when you look at him, his glasses looped around the collar of his Celine shirt.

You fight the urge to spill your soul at his feet, biting back the admission that mirrors his. Instead, you go with an easy smile, as if your heart wasn't about to burst out of your chest. "Nope. Still here."

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like too long, neither of you saying anything. The same dumb smile stretches between you, a silent challenge for the other to continue.

"Do you want to exchange numbers?" He relents first.

You don't hesitate. "Yes!"

He fishes his phone from his trouser pocket, all but shoving the device into your hands. It feels heavy in your palms when you accept it, like it's a piece of priceless treasure and not just a thin black iPhone in a silicon case.

You must seem reluctant because Taehyung clears his throat, drawing your attention back to him. He's got that sweet, boxy grin pulling his eyes into narrow crescents. He's so cute like this. "It can't read your mind," he teases around a mouthful of laughter and you're blushing once again, all your nerves lit up like a Christmas tree.

"I know that!" You hiss, the sound pouty and shy. He snickers again and stares at you expectantly.

You have half the mind to shove the phone back at him but you know you won't do that. Not when you want this just as much as he seems to. You bring yourself to his contacts, adding your name and phone number without a single typo, you note proudly. A selca is snapped, much to his amusement, and you set the somewhat blurry photo as your contact photo before handing his phone back to him.

"Don't forget to use it," you say, very seriously.

"I won't," he promises. You believe him because you want to and because he says it so simply, as if he has no other option. Then he's backing away, nodding politely. "I'll see you soon."

"Okay." You wave before he turns, heading back the way you'd came. You don't miss the way he looks back once, his own fingers wiggling sweetly as he disappears through the double doors. When he's gone, you can't help but squeal, dropping into the plush armchair, legs kicking in the air like some sixth-grader that's just had her first kiss.

You were going to see him again!

They're waiting for him at the restaurant when he walks in, the table already littered with banchan and half-empty soju bottles. All four men chorus their hello's as Taehyung slides into the booth, grateful when Jimin presses himself closer to the wall to allow more space, peeling his jacket off in one fluid motion.

"Where are Yoongi-hyung and Hobi-hyung?" He asks around a mouthful of mixed rice and kimchi. He'd forgotten to eat lunch before heading to the studio so he was famished now, his stomach flipping at the first taste of something solid and delicious. "Is it just us tonight?"

A head of off-lilac bobs up and down as Namjoon nods, carefully finishing his bite before speaking. "Yoongi's at the studio and Hobi's teaching a class. Or with that new girl he's seeing." He shrugs, as if he's not entirely sure. "Maybe both? I don't know what their deal is."

They were all close - had been since they'd found each other in high school - but they didn't keep tabs on each other's lives. Not that closely, at least.

Silence settles over their group as they grill assorted meats, the youngest diligently turning strips of samgyupsal and jostling bulgogi when it looks like it's getting a bit charred. He does it for the good of the table and not out of the kindness of his heart - because otherwise Kim Namjoon would be burning the whole place down.

"How'd it go, hyung?" Jungkook asks once he's satisfied with the browning, sharp scissors gliding easily through the rendered fat and crisp meat. "Was she cute?"

He'd been with Taehyung when the latter had been approached on the street. He'd also been the one to convince the uncertain brunet, rattling off all the reasons it would be cool. After all, it wasn't every day you were asked to go on a blind date that was going to be filmed. What was there to lose, anyway?

"She was pretty."

There's something secretive about the way Taehyung answers, as if he's not quite ready to share. But his friends are having none of that, emboldened by the liquor that flows freely between them and driven to rebuff his short reply. Jin's hand is gripping his shoulder lightly, shaking him as the others chorus, egging him on for more information.

"Tell us about her!" Jimin prompts, ever in love with love. He was always soft, the first to indulge the other men in any sort of skinship and preening at praise, whether from his closest friends or strangers.

Taehyung figures it would be rude to not, so he begins, slowly, carefully. He's remembering each quality about you in as much detail as he can. "She's got dark hair. It's long, half way down her back. She has freckles and she laughs like you, Jimin-ah." That infectious sound erupts, layered together with the laughter of the others. Yeah, you definitely laughed like him. "She sometimes wears glasses," he gesticulates to the ones nestled into his own crown of black. "She's pretty tall, but shorter than any of us. Maybe 165cm?" A hand is rising, smoothing thoughtfully across his chin as he tries to recall where your head had stopped. You'd spent most of your time together sitting, so he couldn't be sure. "She's an art student. I'm not sure what else she does." The realization brings with it a frown - he'd have to rectify that. "I like the way she dresses. It's cute. She's a hopeless romantic. She lives in Hongdae, too."

"Wait - what did you say her name was?"

The interruption surprises him and he meets the maknae's wide, doe-eyed stare.

"I didn't." On purpose, too. Once he speaks her name, you won't be a nameless, beautiful stranger to them. You'll be a fully-formed person and he's not quite sure he's ready for that. Right now, you're a lovely silhouette in their minds and he quite likes it that way.

"Is her name Cho Jiyeon?" Taehyung doesn't miss the way Jungkook says your name, like it's precious.

"You know her?"

It seems like Jungkook's now the one reluctant to answer, instead opting to shovel a spoonful of stew and rice into his mouth. He chews for what seems like an eternity before nodding, swallowing thickly. There's a sheepish quality to his words, the tips of his ears steeped in crimson. "We had classes together. We were both in media art." He doesn't mention that he's had a crush on you for the better part of the four years he's known you, one that had crept up on him over late nights in the library and long walks through quiet neighbourhoods in search of inspiration. "She's doing her graduate degree in composition now."

That stirs the other members of the table to attention, particularly Namjoon, whose head cants to the side curiously. "Cho Jiyeon? I think I recognize that name." He's considering it, turning the syllables over and over in his head before it comes to him in the form of snapping fingers. "She's interning with us. Yoongi says she has a natural ear."

Taehyung's trying to wrap his head around the fact that somehow three of his best friends know who you are when Jimin interrupts, sullen. "When do we get to meet her?" He doesn't like being left out - not that it happens often. He was the one most of them went to first, if only second to Namjoon.

The latter for advice, the former for comfort. That's how it'd always been.

"I want to meet her, too," Jin pipes in. "She won't be able to resist me, Mr. Worldwide Handsome."

Whatever preoccupation Taehyung had been dealing with melts away as they all double over in laughter, leaving Jin to scoff in mock indignation. He's berating his juniors in a ringing voice, sputtering like he hasn't dealt with this for the past decade.

"She's really nice, hyung." Jungkook is speaking quietly, fixing his gaze on his elder with a small smile. Beside him, Namjoon says nothing, just stuffs another piece of lettuce in his mouth and chews thoughtfully. Jimin is still laughing, growing louder and louder as Jin continues to jokingly berate him.

"She seems really nice," Taehyung agrees levelly.

The raucous laughter to his left has settled significantly, fading into nothing but the sound of chewing mouths, scraping chopsticks, and the occasional clink of shot glasses. He indulges for once, joining in on not one, but two, shots before shaking his head at the offer of another.

No one presses him, used to his distaste for liquor. Instead, the others indulge, years of friendship drawing forth inside jokes and causing conversation to flow as easily as the spirits they ingest. Taehyung grins and slumps against the worn leather seat of the booth, wholly satisfied with the meal they'd had and ready to head home.

He doesn't even mind when he's tasked with hailing a jumbo cab and ushering his liquored companions in. He gives his address to the driver who peers into his rear-view mirror, taking stock of the four other men chatting amongst themselves, laughter edging into the conversation at random intervals. They didn't seem very drunk but the smell of alcohol lingers upon them, mingling with the faint smell of barbecue.

"They'll be okay," Taehyung promises, flashing his trademark smile. The older man doesn't seem to find this very reassuring, though he offers one of his own, the wrinkles setting in at the corner of his eyes.

Once they're moving, slowly but surely, laughter fades to off-hand comments and mumbled responses, eventually turning to silence. Jungkook is scrolling through his phone in much the same way Jimin and Namjoon are while Jin's head bounces, lolling side to side as he slips in and out consciousness. It only stops when Jimin shifts, straightening his posture and allowing the eldest's temple to settle against his shoulder.

When his dark eyes meet Taehyung's in the mirror, they share a short smile.

Then, all too quickly, they're back home. Taehyung takes responsibility for payment as the rest the group file out of the van, propping themselves up against each other on the side of the street. The fresh air seems to do them all some good as the chatter picks back up.

Namjoon's shaking his head, hands held up and mimicking the motion. "I'm going home. I've got an early day tomorrow and need some sleep." No one tries to persuade him when he waves and begins down the road. They knew when he said he was done for the night, he meant it.

"Jin-hyung, what about you?" Jungkook's wide-awake, bouncing from foot to foot.

The eldest is already steps away, falling in line with Namjoon when he answers. "I'm heading home, too. Don't stay out too late!" Then the two towering figures are rounding the corner and out of sight.

"Should we play Overwatch?"

It comes from two mouths at once, causing Jimin to round over in a fit of laughter. It bubbles up and shakes his shoulders, spurred on by the slight buzz he still carries in his bones. "I guess you're coming over then, Jungkookie."

The next morning comes in ebbs and flows of consciousness for Jimin, the after effects of the previous night evident in the dull ache behind his eyes and the fact that he feels like he's just eaten ten cotton balls. He swallows thickly, pressing the heels of his hands into his eye sockets as if to dislodge whatever cymbal-clashing monkey is living there.

"I drank toooooo much." He's whining to himself, falling back against his pillows like a fish out of water, arms splaying at his side. He stares seriously at the stuffed yellow dog on his chest, as if it'll answer him. Instead, it remains steadfastly silent and Jimin huffs, rolling onto his side.

A hand reaches for his phone on the bedside table, unplugging it with deft movements before tucking himself back beneath his cocoon of sheets. The screen reads 8:01 am which is, frankly, far too early.

Damn his too-good internal clock.

Still grumbling to himself in the quiet of his bedroom, he begins swiping, intent on occupying the time with catching up on emails and scrolling through Instagram. It doesn't last long, though, because most people aren't up so early on a Sunday morning, and he's finding himself bored in a matter of minutes.

At least he won't be bored alone, he reasons as he pulls up the group chat.

He notes it's been silent since last night when Jin had advised everyone he'd gotten home safely.

( 8:10am ) park jimin: is anyone awaaaaake

( 8:10am ) park jimin: i can't sleep

( 8:10am ) park jimin: i'm hungry

( 8:10am ) park jimin: we should get breakfast

He spams the chat without a moment's hesitation, pleased when he sees the little numbers next to his messages descending.

( 8:12am ) kim namjoon: Where?

( 8:13am ) kim taehyung: where?

( 8:14am ) jeon jungkook: :(

( 8:14am ) jeon jungkook: i need water

( 8:15am ) kim namjoon: Yoongi says sure. Jiyeon too lol

( 8:15am ) kim taehyung: what

( 8:15am ) jeon jungkook: WHAT

( 8:15am ) jeon jungkook: you're talking to her????

( 8:16am ) park jimin: i think you broke jungkookie

Suddenly, the chat is silent, although the indication that people have read the messages is still there. The glowing "3" stares up at Jimin and he wonders just what is going through his friends' minds.

He can practically feel Jungkook's nervous energy through the phone, imagining the maknae shaking the device as if that might draw a response out of it. He figures Taehyung's significantly more at ease, though he notes the solitary "what" Namjoon's words had elicited.

( 8:20am ) kim namjoon: Just kidding lol

( 8:21am ) park jimin: lol

( 8:21am ) kim taehyung: lol

( 8:22am ) jung hoseok: who's jiyeon?

( 8:23am ) park jimin: taetae's new girlfriend lol

( 8:23am ) jung hoseok: what?!?!?!?!

( 8:24am ) jeon jungkook: not his girlfriend

( 8:25am ) kim namjoon: Lol

( 8:25am ) jung hoseok: explain

( 8:26am ) park jimin: we'll explain at breakfast!! I'M HUNGRY

( 8:26am ) park jimin: usual place in a half hour

He doesn't feel bad about shutting down the chat, rolling out of bed in one fell swoop and nearly screaming when he catches sight of himself. His shirt is backwards and his hair is contorted in all directions, the soft grey sticking up at all angles.

Well, there goes his plan to leave without a shower.

Pulling some clean clothes from his closet - he doesn't have time to really consider what's what - he darts out of his bedroom, narrowly avoiding his roommate. Steam bellows out from the door directly across from his, curling around Taehyung's shoulders and filling the hallway with damp warmth.

"Better be quick," he quips, swiping the fluffy white towel through his dark hair. He allows the smaller man to sidestep him, snickering when he shouts.

“Yah - you left a puddle!” One Jimin's nearly slipping in, his bare feet skidding across the heated tile before he catches himself on the edge of the counter. Fingers curl around the basin of the sink, steadying himself as he curses internally. “Could’ve broken my face,” he mumbles as he brushes his teeth with one hand and strips out of his backwards shirt and boxers with the other, allowing the clothes to fall to the floor in a discarded heap.

From there, he’s rushing through his usual routine, wishing he’d brought his phone into the bathroom with him. He knew if they were late, they’d never let him down. After all, he’d been the one that not only woke everyone up but also set the time.

There’s a knock on the door as he’s unplugging the hairdryer. “Are you ready?”

“Let’s go!” Jimin pulls the door open with a flourish, expression falling when he notices the way Taehyung's eyes flick to his wrist. 8:58. Even if they ran, they were definitely going to be late. "We can take our bikes?" He offers helpfully, following the other when he turns and heads toward the door.

"I already told them we were running behind."

Whether he's predictable or not, Jimin appreciates that his friend knows him so well. "I bet we won't be the last ones there," he says, as if that's a comfort, even though it's a blatant lie. Out of their entire friend group, he was always the last one out the door. Only recently had that changed, with Jungkook occasionally squeaking in behind him.

"Keep dreaming," Taehyung teases as they fall into step with one another, warmed by the early morning rays that filter through the spaces in buildings and branches of trees. He seems perfectly fine with it, despite his idle mocking, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his oversized coat - grey with black buttons and tartan at the underside of the lapels.

"You never know," Jimin returns with a hum, his mind already turning to what he's going to order. It happens every time, his indecision rearing its pretty grey head whenever he has to decide what to eat. Did he want to get the souffle pancakes? He could never finish them, not that it was ever an issue with Jungkook there. Or maybe he'd try something new - like the omelette he'd seen someone else get the last time they'd been there.

So preoccupied with potential meal options, he nearly passes the storefront, only stopped from doing so when Taehyung's hand curls in the collar of his cardigan and pulls him back with gentle motion. He squeaks, allowing himself to be yanked backwards and following dutifully through the doorway once he's readjusted the soft knit across his shoulders.

"Over here!"

The sandy brown of Hoseok's hair sticks out among the group, a stark contrast to the black of Jungkook's and the lighter shades of Namjoon's and Yoongi's. It's enough to catch Jimin's attention, even as they're being waved over.

There's a chorus of good morning's as the two latecmoers slide into their chairs, filling the six seat table. Jimin immediately disappears behind a wall of steam, sipping gingerly at the lukewarm coffee and sighing contentedly when the bitter taste spills across his tongue. He settles comfortably into his seat, surveying the others.

Jungkook looks like he hasn't slept enough, his inky strands a powder puff on his head from lack of styling. His coffee cup sits empty in front of him and his fingers tap an erratic rhythm across the tabletop, as if that'll translate to 'more coffee' in Morse code. Both Namjoon and Yoongi look well-rested or as much as they can be, given how early they'd both woken up. Still, the older producer doesn't look as irritable as he normally does and that's a feat in and of itself. Then there's Hoseok, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, sunshine spilling out of every pore.

"So, new girlfriend?" Not one to beat around the bush, the brunet quirks a brow, leveling Taehyung with a leer.

"She's not his girlfriend." From the half-asleep bunny at the far end of the table.

Hoseok's barely deterred. "Okay, so new not-girlfriend?"

"They went on a blind date," Jimin supplies before giving his order to the waitress that's standing politely to the side, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. He can't help but giggle to himself when she flashes him a grateful smile, jotting down the rest of the table's orders. Then his attention is back to the conversation at hand. "Sort of."

"What? Sort of?" Hoseok feels like he's growing more confused every time someone answers a question, his brow furrowing tightly. "What's a 'sort of' blind date?"

"It was for a video." With a sigh, Taehyung's finally answering, carding a hand through his sable strands, tucking ends haphazardly behind his ear. "They approached me a few weeks ago. It was for some pseudo-fashion dating segment."

"He's interested so he's being shy." It's the first time Yoongi's spoken all morning, a cheeky smile spreading across his lips like syrup.

"Oooooh." This seems to placate Hoseok, who nods sagely, tapping at his chin. "Show me."

"You have a girlfriend!" Jimin now, smacking the other's shoulder in between laughter.

"I can appreciate beauty, you know," his hyung sniffs, swatting his hands away as the rest of the table observes them with varying levels of amusement. Almost ten years of friendship and yet nothing has changed. It's nice at times like this - a reminder of their bond.

Distantly, the bell above the door chimes and something close to a yelp escapes Jungkook's lips. The sound draws everyone's attention except for Namjoon's, who is instead staring in the same direction as the maknae, looking for the source of his surprise.

"You can see her in person," he's drawling, barely concealed pleasure colouring his tone and threatening to push words into laughter. The tension in the room is palpable, so thick he's certain he could cut through it with a knife. It's almost funny, the way half the table is suddenly on high alert, deers caught in headlights.

All because you've just stepped into the bistro, tote bag slung over your shoulder and AirPods shoved into your ears.

notes. it's going to be a bit of a slow burn from here, interspersed with different POVs and interactions with the boys.

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bebe-i-m-not-a-monster · 5 years ago

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Wait for Me

I sat down in front of Hyungwon at a Monsta X concert fan meet and greet. Anxiety and passion fluttered in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to meet him for so long. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. He looked up from the long table littered with autographed albums and posters stretched out before him to meet my gaze with a tired smile. His expression changed to one of surprise.

Recovering quickly, he smiled again; this time bigger. I felt my heart swell. All the things I wanted to tell him, all the things I had been planning to say, but for the life of me, I couldn’t think of one single thing now that I was here. I wished to stare at him forever, to take in his ethereal beauty and handsome features, but the tears of joy welling up in my eyes prohibited me from seeing clearly.

Blinking, I sat down in front of him. He held up his left hand, palm facing me with his long fingers spread apart. He smiled, waiting expectantly, cocking his head slightly to one side in a cute manner. His eyebrow quirked upward as he grinned. My cheeks turned pink as I slid my hand up into his. His skin was soft and warm. It felt right. Palm to palm, our fingers touched in a mirror image of each other, except his hand was much bigger than mine, his fingers at least an inch longer. To have my hand in his made my insides feel warm and fuzzy. With a smile on my face, I studied the differences in our hands; how pretty and clean his fingernails looked, the intriguing way his thumb was rubbing lazy circles into mine. It shocked me when his fingers laced between mine, locking our hands together. I blinked in confusion, my heart rate skyrocketing, and I looked up at him in silent question. His eyes sparkled, a bottomless well of emotions I couldn’t decipher as he smiled back at me. It was a brilliant, beautiful smile that made my heart stutter and skip a beat. Never losing that smile, he held my hand like that while signing my album with his right.

I was enjoying every second of holding his hand, trying to memorize the feeling, when I felt him squeeze mine, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. Then my hand was moving towards him, being pulled closer to his side of the table. All I could do was watch in shock as the back of my hand neared his perfect lips. They hovered over my skin for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I felt the warm air stir as he exhaled. His dark chocolate brown eyes glittered, rising to meet my flustered gaze as his mouth met the back of my hand in a kiss. All signs of oxygen left my body. Those perfect lips lingered a moment too long on my skin, turning up in a lazy smile. I sucked in a breath, reeling from the sensations buzzing through my body that rendered me speechless.

The line was pressing in on us. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay and hold his hand forever. I wanted to tell him all the things I wasn’t able to say. I wanted to know if he felt the same as I did. As our fingers slowly began to unlock and his hand slipped from mine, a tear slid down my cheek.

“Don’t cry.” He frowned; his hand reaching up to gently wipe away the tear. As his thumb touched my cheek, he smiled, trying to cheer me up. My eyes closed in a final attempt to savor his touch, but our time was up. Through teary eyes, I looked up to see his smiling face one last time. I wished I had a photographic memory at that moment so I could keep the image of him smiling forever. He handed me back the album. Sniffling back the angst rising in my chest, I blinked back the flood of tears and peered down at his signature. Scrawled across the cover in black sharpie was a Kakao account phone number, signed Hyungwon with a little heart. My eyes grew to the size of golf balls and my mouth hung open as my gaze met his needing answers. He nodded, biting his lip cutely as the corners of his eyes crinkled from laughter. Suddenly becoming aware of the crowds around me, I clutched the album to my chest still in a shocked daze from the realization that Hyungwon had just given me his phone number. A slow smile crept onto my face as I pulled away from the table. He was still smiling as well.

Sitting down in one of the chairs again, I held tightly to my album and watched as more fans lined up in front of the boys. They would smile and say thank you and hold people’s hands, laughing and being cute and sweet. Hyungwon would do aegyo for the fans calling out to him and then painfully regret it afterward, dying of embarrassment and doubling over with laughter which was even more attractive. But his gaze would always search for me. I blushed and sneakily pulled out my phone to enter the number in Kakao search. An account popped up. Won was all it said. The photo was dark and blurry, a selca taken at night. He was wearing a mask. But I would recognize those eyes anywhere. I smiled.

In a flurry of excitement, I added him and sent him a quick little hello message. For a single moment, I questioned whether or not I had just texted the right person, as I watched Hyungwon talk to another fan. But soon, he pulled his phone out and after a minute I got a text back. There where hearts next to his hello. My heart leaped out of my chest. I received another notification. He had sent a photo. My cheeks turned hot. It was a photo of me from across the room, sitting in my chair staring down at my phone with a sappy smile.

You look happy, he wrote. Meeting his eyes from across the room, I smiled and sent a reply. I am happy.

All too soon, the fan meet was over and the boys were getting up to leave. Wonho, of course, was throwing out as many hearts as he could to Monbebes before the door closed. Hyungwon looked over his shoulder at me and smiled before disappearing himself. I stared at that closed door for the longest time. My heart ached. Would I ever see him again? The room was emptying quickly. With a dejected sigh, I gathered my things and hurried with the crowds out the door.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket. It was a Kakao notification. “Go around to the back door where a black van is parked. Wait for me there.” I almost dropped my phone. My heart was pounding in my ears as I stared down at the words, trying to make sense of them. Did I read them wrong? I reread it. Five times. ….Wait for me. He wanted me to wait for him. My hands started shaking. Was I dreaming?

I practically ran outside into the cold night air. Although I could never keep up with the rate my heart was racing. People were milling about in the parking lot; occasional bits of conversations here and there, the sudden sound of laughter and squeals as fangirls re-lived their favorite concert moments. Standing nervously by the side of the building, I peered over my shoulder to judge the distance I would have to go. In the dim glow of streetlights, I could see the back of the building curve around out of sight. Checking to see if the coast was clear from any fangirls, I pretended to be talking on my phone as I crept back into the shadows of the side of the building. Following the sidewalk, I found a small parking lot where a black van sat idling by the back door. It’s low beams illuminated the cold black pavement where I stood. Afraid I would be thrown in jail for trespassing... I chuckled at the pun, as I awkwardly stood there trying to figure out what was going on. Just then, the heavy metal door swung open with a heavy creak and Jooheon and Minhyuk walked out.

“Oh! Hello…” Jooheon looked surprised.

“Hi…” I bit my lip, wondering if I had somehow made a mistake.

Wonho and Changkyun exited the building next, heading for the vehicle. “You here to see Hyungwon?” The maknae smiled a knowing smirk that made my whole face feel hot.

But before I had a chance to answer, the door opened again, and Kihyun and Shownu walked out followed by the one and only Hyungwon. It was at that moment that I had a mini panic attack as I found myself standing in front of the entire group.

“You’re not supposed to be back here,” Kihyun said.

My heart dropped, ashamed. Then, an arm appeared around my shoulder. “She’s with me.” My insides felt like they were on a roller coaster. I bit my lip and looked up at Hyungwon who was smiling down at me. It was so much worse than I imagined. Being this close to him took my breath away.

Wonho grinned. “Do you want to eat with us?” He made cute eating motions and said, “Ramyun?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I would love to… if it’s ok.” My flushed face turned an even darker shade of red as I looked around the group.

“It’s ok.” Shownu’s eye smile made me want to squeal.

Jooheon pulled back the van door and they began climbing in single file, finding their seats. The only problem was...there was only seven, not including the driver's seat. I stood there outside the vehicle awkwardly going over options in my head. “Um...how am I….?”

Hyungwon reached a hand up to grab onto the door frame as he climbed inside, looking back over his shoulder at me and chuckled. “Guess we'll have to share seats.” Then he promptly pulled me down onto his lap.

I choked. I’m one hundred percent positive that my eyes were the size of volleyballs at that moment. A chorus of oohs erupted from the back of the van, followed by snickering. I sat as straight as possible and refused to move, not even breathing. My mind had blown a fuze.

“Hyung, she’s turning blue.” Changkyun laughed.

I felt his hand on my waist as he gently moved me closer, wrapping the seatbelt around both of us. The only thing that came out of my mouth was a choking cat noise as I tried to remember what air was. I was sitting in Chae Hyungwon’s lap. I could feel his heat radiating into me. My arm was pressed up against his chest, and I was two inches from his beautiful… omg, I stopped breathing again. Blinking repeatedly in shock like a fish out of water, I stared straight forward at Jooheon who was now smirking, clearly amused by what he was witnessing. Changkyun and Kihyun were dying of laughter behind him.

“Breathe,” Hyungwon whispered against my ear with a chuckle. This was going to be a long ride.

Trying to be brave, I turned my head slightly to the left, meeting his gaze. Big chocolate eyes stared back at me. I could see the twinkle of passing car lights reflected in them. His skin was perfect, right down to the little scar above his left eye. I couldn’t help but focus on the cute freckle that adorned his thick bottom lip. He was beautiful. Swallowing subconsciously, I didn’t realize I had moved even closer to him, our faces now an inch apart.

“Just kiss already!” Minhyuk screeched, making the entire van burst into laughter.

I blushed and pulled away, suddenly aware of the awkwardness of the situation, but Hyungwon’s hand on my arm stopped me. I looked back up at him, confused. The look in his eyes changed. Could he possibly want this as much as I did? I felt a slight tug on my arm. With a shaky breath, I leaned in slowly, closing the distance between us. I paused at the last second, questioning myself again. Hyungwon answered, putting my fears to rest. His soft luscious lips pressed against mine so tenderly. It was a gentle, slow kiss. The kind that makes you feel warm and drowsy, in a daze.

When he finally pulled back, the car erupted in screeches and high-pitched squeals. I hid my red face in his shirt; a smile bursting onto my face. His hand rubbed circles into my back. I peeked a glance over at Jooheon, who was grinning like a cheshire cat. He gave me a wink.

Hyungwon shifted in his seat, restless. I was suddenly painfully aware of being in his lap again. The heat was scorching. I glance up at him.

He called out to the driver. “Hey, swing by the hotel first.” He smiled, leaning his head back against the car seat at an angle to gaze back at me, a sly smile playing on his lips.

My face burst into flames at that moment, and I looked away, trying to find air again. “That’s alright, I didn’t need to breathe anyway.” I mumbled incoherently, but he laughed.

A few minutes later, the van pulled up in front of their hotel. The seatbelt disappeared from around my waist and the car door slid open. Hyungwon looked up at me expectantly. Guessing that was my cue to get out, I pulled myself out of the van and stood by the car door awkwardly.

The tree of a man climbed out next to me, leaning his head back into the car to say, “Don’t wait for us. We’ll get room service.” My heart dropped out of my chest and rolled down the sidewalk. This man…. I swear...

“Have fun.” I heard someone giggle. Sounded like the bratty maknae. The boys smirking faces disappeared from view as the car door slid shut.

Hyungwon took my hand, leading the way into the hotel. Standing there waiting for the elevator was the most nerve-racking thing of my existence. Watching those little green numbers count down. When the doors slid open, and we stepped inside, I got the oddest sense of deja vu. We were standing on opposite sides of the elevator facing each other. He pressed the button and leaned up against the rail, watching me. Gosh, he was tall. The corner of his mouth pulled upwards.

“Stop smirking,” I said, trying to hide my blush by looking away. All he did was chuckle.

The doors slid open. He took one step to get to me, grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to their room. When we got inside, he took off his jacket and then sauntered over to the telephone on the side table, picked it up and called room service to order us food.

I was totally blown away by how attractive this man was. The way he stood there, phone propped on his right shoulder, hand running through his fluffy black hair. I bit my lip. His butt looked super cute in those dark skinny jeans. He turned around to give me a smile, caught me staring, and winked. How rude.

Hanging up the phone, he walked towards me. Every step he took, which wasn’t much, my heart rate jumped higher. Before I could blink, his lips were on mine again. I melted into the kiss. If it weren’t for his hands on my waist, I probably would have slipped down to the floor in a puddle.

Smiling brilliantly, he held my face in his hands and said, “I’m glad you’re here.” The words made my heart flutter.

“Thank you.” I felt my eyes tearing up again.

His head tilted. “For what?”

“For everything.” I felt a tear fall.

Reaching up, he wiped away the rogue tear with his thumb, leaving the warmth of his hand on my cheek. “Oh don’t thank me yet, baby.” Playful; the word I would use to describe the look in his eyes at that moment.

Turning to sit, he pulled me down onto the bed next to him as he resumed the kiss. I was getting drunk and high off his touch all at once. His hand disappeared into my hair, holding me closer, deepening the sensations I was feeling. His lips felt like crushed velvet against my skin. With a single touch, he could ignite a fire in me so hot nothing could put out the flames.

“Hyungwon….” I whimpered, my voice cracking. I clutched the front of his shirt as the room began to spin from the heat of his kiss.

Suddenly, I had the sensation of falling. But all I saw was Hyungwon. The look in his eyes said, ‘I got you, baby,’ as he laid us both back on the bed. With me in his arms, he rolled over, hovering above me. The smile on his face never faded.

I reached a hand up slowly. I needed to touch him. His eyes fell closed as my fingers tentatively touched his cheek. One gentle caress. I stared at his beautiful features, memorizing them one by one. The way his dark hair fell into his eyes. Moving a piece of hair off his forehead, I smiled. The way his lips parted slightly as my touch descended the side of his face didn’t escape my notice. His lips… They were so kissable, like two little heart-shaped pillows. Without realizing it, my thumb had found its way to his mouth, brushing across his bottom lip. Engrossed in the moment, I hadn’t realized when his dark eyes flew open to stare back at me. They watched an array of emotions fly across my face as I touched the freckle on his bottom lip with a dazed smile. I don’t know why but it’s my favorite thing about him.

I was jolted from my thoughts when his mouth suddenly wrapped around my finger, holding it hostage. His dark gaze penetrated my soul. It made the smoldering coals inside me burst into a roaring wildfire. I bit my lip hard at the sensation of his tongue against my digit. I squeaked and pulled it out, earning a chuckle from him.

“You’re cute.” He stated, smiling down at me.

Overwhelmed with emotion, I pulled him down into a kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt him smile into the kiss. It made me want him. Then I felt something else.

“Hyungwon…” I pulled away to speak, gasping for air from the passion. I heard an audible hum as he kept kissing, across my cheek and down my jawline to my neck. “I want you.” I whispered.

He paused to look at me. For a tense moment, I thought I had overstepped my bounds. Until he smiled and said, “I want you too.” I watched as he looked down, his fingers starting to undo buttons and zippers. My heart raced. His gaze kept coming back to mine, checking to see if I was still ok. I helped him along by reaching for the zipper of his jeans. I felt my face flush at realizing just how much he wanted me. Sitting back on his heels he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the opposite bed. The breath caught in my throat. Had he been working out again? I felt a tug on my leg. He was trying to get my pants off. He looked up sheepishly, waiting for me to move. I giggled, lifting my hips to let him pull them off.

The anxiety was growing in my chest. Not only from the fact that I was quickly becoming exposed in front of him, but from the ache in my heart that this was all just another dream. With each passing moment, the more I was with him, the more I wanted him. But I was afraid. Afraid of losing him. Afraid of waking up alone. The fear and the need were in a mad dash to the finish line. When one made a move, so did the other. Who would get there first?

The bed dipped. He crawled up to press a soft kiss to my lips as I lay underneath him in nothing but my underwear.

“What’s bothering you?” his brow furrowed.

I felt my heart clench. I didn’t want to seem like an emotional wreck, but that’s exactly how I was feeling. “I’m scared.”

He stopped. “We don’t have to…”

I didn’t let him finish. “No, not that. I mean, I’m scared that this is all just a dream. I need you, Hyungwon. I don’t want to lose you.” I could feel the tears threatening to fall again as my throat closed up.

His features softened as he smiled. “You won’t lose me.” Closing the space between us, his lips crashed into mine, stoking the fire inside me for a moment before pulling away. “Does that feel like a dream to you?”

I choked on a moan. The need was winning the race. Without another word, he slid his hands under me to unhook my bra. His hot mouth trailed across my collarbone, leaving little, flushed spots in its wake. My exhales came out in breathy sighs. When his lips wrapped themselves around one of my mounds, I let out an embarrassing moan. All he did was giggle and continue kissing and nibbling on my skin as his hands slipped down to my hips to relieve me of the last bit of clothing between us. My fingers threaded into his hair, as he worked hard to make me squirm. With a smirk, he pulled me between his teeth causing my back arched off the bed. He was driving me crazy. His need rubbed against my heat. A moaning mess, I tugged on his hair, needing to kiss him again. He lifted his head, letting me pull him into me. Parting my lips, I kissed him with my whole heart.

“I want you,” I whispered desperately.

“I want you too.” He pushed inside, filling me. It was the most amazing feeling I’ve ever felt. The sense of completion, like I had suddenly found my other half. I moaned again as he began to move in slow, long thrusts. His hips rolled. Drowning in the sensations, I opened my eyes to look back at him. My heart swelled to see his smile. He brought me to release the same time as his, a brilliant white flashing behind my eyes, pressing his lips to mine in a soft, heartfelt kiss. I laid there in a daze, blissful and happy in his arms.

“Um...Hyungwon? Whose bed are we on?” The jarring thought suddenly occurred to me.

“Kihyun’s. He won’t mind.” His laughter grew along with the radius of my eyes. “No, it’s my bed, babe.” He giggled as he continued peppering kisses down my neck.

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