#the 'i have to clean the bathroom' and the disbelieving headshake made me laugh SO hard.

[b0blegum]

He Goes by the Name H. One [part 2]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: DJ!Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Rating: G (still…)

Genre: Romance

Status: FINISHED

Part: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - end 

Today was almost the same as yesterday and even the day before yesterday. You woke up alone, washed your face, watch some morning news and headed to the bathroom to let the warm water cleaned every inch of your bare skin. What differed was only your best friend isn’t home yet, but that didn’t bother you much because you knew, she probably stayed at her one night stand-er, which she met at the after party last night.

You heard something vibrated as you dried off your hair. It was your phone and it was a kakao phone call from your childhood friend who had to move miles away due to his father’s work.

“Changkyun?” You called his name after both of you exchanged hello for formality. “Oh my God, it is really you! I haven’t heard from you in ages!” You left your towel just anywhere and sat at the edge of your bed. “You’re in Seoul? Really? Why didn’t you tell me you’re coming?” Smile wouldn’t leave your face during the phone calls with your childhood friend. “Yes, i’m totally free… Okay… Okay, sure! I know the place, don’t worry. Oh my God, i can’t believe i finally am gonna meet you! Okay, see you, Changkyun!”

He was asking you to grab brunch together, since he was still suffering from jet-lag so he thought why not.

You threw on really basic clothes. White tees and ripped jeans that was rolled up messily at the perfect height to show a bit of your skin. You grabbed your tiny sling bag before you walked out your apartment and slipped into your favorite pair of sneakers.

The café where Changkyun and you agreed to meet was just two blocks away from your apartment. He intentionally chose that because he knew it was really close to where you live and it’s better for him to take the longer route rather than you.

The bell rung when you opens the glass door. A scent of sweet vanilla and a hint of rose greeted you. There was a glass display of the cakes and other desserts on your right and a menu standee on your left. The interior was so chic, it was actually too girly for Changkyun, but you knew, he was the type that didn’t really care about the place as long as they served good foods.

You scanned the entire café, looking for the now already grown up boy and there he was, sitting at the very corner, on a rounded table facing the small garden. You marched happily towards him and tapped his shoulder playfully.

“Changkyun baby!” You greeted him with the widest smile you could pull. You always called him baby, because for you, he was still and always a baby.

“I am 21, please. Not a baby anymore.” He stood up and pulled you into a hug. You chuckled as you brushed his back.

“I miss you so much! How are things going? Oh, until when will you stay here?” You fired him with questions that didn’t seem to have an end.

“I miss you too, (y/n). I really do. It’s been ages, isn’t it?” You nodded. “Oh by the way, before i answer your question, why don’t you order first?” He suggested, giving you the menu. Your eyes darted to two plates of sandwich glasses of hot tea that were on a table.

“Oh… I thought that was mine.” You said in a low tone.

“I… Forgot to tell you. I came here with a friend. I stayed with him while i’m here.” He smiled.

You then called the waiter and told her what you were getting.

“Oh, that’s him.” He pointed at the guy and you followed to where his index finger was pointing at.

He was tall. Has really long legs, overall a perfect figure but it was the figure you somehow familiar with. He turned around after he closed the bathroom door and…

“Fuck.” Your shoulders dropped, couldn’t believe what you just saw.

“(Y/n), why?” Changkyun snapped you.

“Ah, no. Nothing.” It was the guy from last night. The DJ. The guy who ran his hand sloppily up your thighs. The guy who deserved a slapped from you, actually.

“Dude.” The guy called Changkyun from behind your back as he got closer.

“Hyung,” the younger looked up to the tall guy. “Meet her, (y/n).” Changkyun pointed at you as Hyungwon walked to his chair. You can’t look at the guy, instead you looked down and wishing you could got out from here.

“Oh… (Y/n)?” He pulled his chair and sat down at the chair across from you.

“You know her?” Changkyun asked, making you looked up worrily. You could tell the guy was smirking the hell outta him.

“No. I don’t.” He replied with a soft headshake after a gap of silence.

What an actor You thought.

“Nice to meet you, (y/n). I’m Hyungwon.” He extended his arms, long enough to reach you. You put on a fake smile while you shook his hand and told him your name, again.

“He is a DJ.” Changkyun introduced him. “He played at the festival yesterday. Isn’t that right, hyung?”

“Yeah. But i’m not that good, yet, actually.” He chuckled.

Your orders came and finally you had something to so rather than looking at the guy you really dislike that was currently sitting in front of you.

You were poking at your sandwich when Changkyun nudged your elbow from under the table. He then gestured you to talked a bit to Hyungwon, but you acted like you didn’t understand what Changkyun meant.

“So, hyung. She is my childhood friend. She’s a bit older than me, but she didn’t want me to call her noona.” Changkyun explained.

“How much older?” Hyungwon leaned back with one arm folded and rested on the headrest and one stretched out to the table with his fingers spinning something you thought it was a cigarette.

“She’s 9– wait, hyung. I think both of you were born in the same year!” The younger somehow looked happy by that fact.

“Well, that’s cool.” Hyungwon changed his position. He’s now resting both of his elbow on the table.

You didn’t have the desire to talk at all, so you just let Changkyun did the talk. One thing you noticed, he was changed. He used to be a shybaby-don’t talk much kind of boy, but now he talked more than you expect.

In the middle of the conversation, when Changkyun told both of you something funny that happened recently in his father’s lab and both of you were laughing at it, his phone rung. Your laugh faded slowly as you leaned back and so did Hyungwon, but he managed to darted his eyes to you. Looking at you with his lazy eyes.

“Guys, i’m really sorry, but dad wants me in his lab.” Changkyun broke the silence after he was done.

“But you haven’t finished your breakfast,” you put a puppy eyes, begging him to stay.

“I know. I did tell him i’m busy this morning, but my dad is my dad. You know him, don’t you (y/n)?” Changkyun sighed as he brushed his fingers through his thick hair.

“That’s okay. Your dad needs you now. We could wait. We still have tomorrow.” Hyungwon smiled at the younger.

“(Y/n), i’m so sorry,” you pouted.

“Changkyun, don’t worry. I’ll accompany her and take her home.” Hyungwon said.

“No, no! I’m fine going home alone.” You snapped.

“That’s a good idea, hyung! Alright, then, i don’t have to be that worry. I leave her with you.” Changkyun stood up and stretched out his arms, gesturing you to join him for a hug before he did the manly-greeting with Hyungwon. “Bye, (y/n), hyung!”

He left.

Leaving you, Hyungwon and the awkward silence flowing around the table.

“Go on. Finish your breakfast. I’ll wait.” He said with eyes fixed onto yours.

“You could leave. I don’t need you here.” He scoffed.

“I don’t want Changkyun to be disappointed at me by not accompanying you, (y/n).”

“He wouldn’t know.” You took a sip of your now already cold tea. “Plus, i’m going home.” You stood up, leaving your half eaten sandwich.

“You’re sure one hell of a girl, (y/n).” He said. You could still hear him while you walked to the cashier about to pay.

“It’s paid,” she said.

“Ah, Changkyun might’ve done that. Thank you!” You said to the woman and she smiled back at you before he pulled out a credit card and gave it to the man who was already standing behind you.

“Here’s your credit card and the bill. The total is (numbers) won.” She said. You turned back and found Hyungwon was signing the bill.

He mouthed a thank you to the woman before he headed out the café, following you.

“At least a thank you would be enough.” He murmured as he put his wallet on his back pocket.

Without thinking twice, you took a (numbers) bill from your purse. “Here. Take it. I don’t need your money.” You turned back and shoved the money onto his chest.

“I don’t need yours either. Keep it. You might need it.” He walked passed you. “Come on. I’ll walk you home. Which way? Right? Left?” He turned back to you.

You ignored him and walk straight passing him. “Don’t you dare walk me home.” You greeted your teeth.

You walked fast and not looking back at him. You bit your lower lip.

Just why out of thousands friends Changkyun had, he was the one to be brought to the café? You thought.

“That disgusting jerk.” You hit the concrete ground before you slid down the key to open your apartment door.

Once it clicked open, you stepped in and threw away your sneakers while still mumbling random curse words.

“You have a nice place to live,” a heavy raspy voice shocked you, made you turned back immediately with eyes wide opened.

“For God’s sake. Why were you here? Gosh!” It was again. Hyungwon. He ignored your words and made his own way to enter your apartment. You looked at him in disbelieve and pulled him before he could stepped his foot in your living room, but he brushed your grip away easily and already enjoying the view of your living room.

“You decorated all these?” He asked. Running his fingers to all the tiny wall decorations you picked up last summer.

“You need to get out now, or i’ll call the police.”

Again, he ignored you and made his way to another room. You freaked out when he  already put his fingers on your bedroom’s doorknob.

“Stop! That’s my room!” You ran towards him. He stopped and turned his head a bit, a smirk drew on his face.

“This is your room? It’s interesting.” He scanned the door, about to pushed it open when someone shouted at the front door.

“I’m home!” It was your best friend. You reflexively opened your door and shoved the tall guy in. Hiding him, because one thing you were thinking of was, you wanted to avoid any (annoying) questions from your bestfriend. You know she would be excited to see you taking a guy home because you’ve been single for like ages.

“Don’t come out or i’ll kill you. For sure.” You threatened him before you slammed closed the door and acted as normal as you could.

“Why were you slamming the door?” She asked as she threw herself on the couch. You still had your hands glued to the doorknob, holding it so that he could opened it.

“I’m… Nothing. Where were you?” You asked. She looked over her phone.

“Why are you standing there? And why did you ask? That’s… Unlike you.” She asked, eyes back to the phone screen.

You could feel the door being pulled from the inside and you didn’t have any chances but to pulled it to your direction and that made a thudding sound.

Your bestfriend looked at you and sat up. “You’re… Weird.”

“I… Need to change my clothes.” That’s your best defence.

“That’s… Even weirder.” Her words was fading away as you got into your room, opening the door as narrow as it could and closed it immediately.

The guy was there. He was standing exactly behind the door. His eyes gazing darkly into yours. He walked a step closer to you who was leaning on the door.

“Back off!” You whispered, yet he took another step so that your nose almost touched. He put his hands on the door and leaned down, putting his eyes on the same level as yours.

“Looks like we’re trapped in here, aren’t we?” He whispered in your ear. His husky voice were sending chills down your spine. You could feel your heart beat faster than it usually did and what’s funnier was how could your heart flutter at the guy whom you hate the most?

to be continued...