08 - dark cloud
It was raining. Again.
Curled up in the sofa, you flipped through the TV channels lazily. Your friend said he was going to be over soon, and you were starting to get impatient. So when the doorbell finally rang, you skipped over to the door enthusiastically.
"Yong Soo!" You exclaimed, and he moved forward to hug you. "Sorry for the wait, but I brought snacks and movies!" He apologized, holding up a plastic bag filled with potato chips, canned drinks and other junk food.
"Hooray! Let's get the party started!" You smiled, leading him in.
[ x ]
"There's no more chips!" You complained. It was already past midnight, and you were halfway through watching the second movie. "You'll get fat if I feed you more." Yong Soo replied with a grin, never taking his eyes off the TV.
You were about to punch him when the doorbell rang. Yong Soo paused the movie immediately, turning to you with a puzzled expression. "You're expecting someone?" You gave him the same puzzled expression. "I'm not too sure myself."
Walking over to the door, you unlocked it and found Seung Ho all soaked - standing in the dooway. "Oppa?" You were shocked. He smiled at your surprised tone. "Can I come in and dry up?"
Before you got to answer, Yong Soo's voice came from the back. "Who's that?"
You couldn't help but notice that Seung Ho's smile faltered when Yong Soo came to stand behind you. "Hey, it's Seung Ho! Dude how've you been? Haven't met you since we graduated!" Yong Soo moved to shake Seung Ho's hand, and suggested he dry himself up - inviting him in. Automatically moving to grab a towel from your room, you heard Seung Ho being asked why he was soaked.
"There was someone I wanted to see very badly. I had to run in the rain in case so I wouldn't be too late." You didn't hear what Yong Soo said in reply, as your heart flinched slightly. 'Did he run in the rain to come over?' You wondered, clutching the towel to your chest. He didn't look too happy seeing Yong Soo here - even though they were high school mates.
In fact, Seung Ho never had much of a good impression of Yong Soo. Not because he ever crossed him, but only because he didn't like the fact that you were almost as close to Yong Soo compared to him. When Seung Ho dated, Yong Soo was always there to fill in the empty space beside you - and it resulted in numerous arguments between you and Seung Ho.
Thinking about it made you angry. Seung Ho could have told you he was coming over, instead of suddenly showing up and not liking your company. What were you supposed to do?
"You know, clutching the towel instead of passing it to me won't dry me up."
Turning back, you saw Seung Ho leaning on your bedroom door. "Don't come here. Don't drip rain water all over my floor." You said, throwing the towel at him.
"Why are you being so uptight?" He asked, wrapping the towel around himself.
"I'm....not. You can take a shower; I'll find you some dry clothes." Trying not to look at him, you headed toward the living room, but Seung Ho shut the door. Grabbing your wrist, he forced you to look at him.
"What's wrong?" He pleaded. Mentally slapping yourself for pausing to take in the sexy image of water dripping from the ends of his soaked hair, you shook your head. "Nothing, really. Go wash up so you don't get sick!"
His response was to groan in frustration and pull you towards him. "You think after all these years I wouldn't be able to tell when you're displeased with me?" It was hard enough finding a proper answer, and the fact that your clothes were getting soaked because you were pressed against him didn't help.
"Tell me now." He demanded after a moment of silence. "It's nothing." You lied. Such a futile attempt. However, Seung Ho always knew what to do when you were acting like this. Throwing away his strict-leader-demanding voice, he let his lips skim over your ears. You couldn't help but to whimper at the contact, knowing he was smiling as he whispered for you to tell him what was wrong.
Giving in, you tried you best to explain in the most inoffensive way possible that you weren't too happy with him coming over without notice and being cold to Yong Soo. "Is that so? Then I'll just be less cold to him." He replied, letting you go.
"Could you? I've spent so much time in high school asking for you to do that. It never seemed to work."
"I've graduated." His tone was assuring - although you had no idea what he was referring to. "Excuse me while I invade your bathroom." And he disappeared into it, closing the door behind him.
You turned the knob to your bedroom door and was about to step out when he opened the bathroom door. His head and naked shoulder peeked out. "Aren't you slightly drenched from the hug earlier? Would you like to join me? Don't want you falling sick either."
Rolling your eyes at him, you stepped out and shut the door behind you. Despite rejecting his request, your mind was filled with images of what would happen if you didn't.
'I'll go crazy soon.' You groaned inwardly.
[ x ]
Awkward.
To sit between Seung Ho and Yong Soo while watching a horror movie was one of the most awkward things you had done in your life.
Keeping to his word, Seung Ho had been less hostile towards the other man. You were really happy for that, but things just got awkward when none of them showed any signs of wanting to leave. In addition to that, you weren't really someone who would shoo people from your house - unless they were wrecking things up really badly. To top it off, you enjoyed company on rainy nights - just not the awkward kind.
To make things worse, Yong Soo would lose his confident-manly image when watching horror movies. There was no holding back on his side when he was scared. Most of the time he latched onto your arm, or his head buried in your shoulder. It wasn't hard to miss the glares Seung Ho shot at him, but Seung Ho was going a very good job at keeping his lips sealed to not bring about any snide remarks.
When the movie finally ended and Yong Soo reluctantly announced that he had to leave because of work the next day, you mentally let out a sigh of relief. Seung Ho's face lighted up at the announcement, and was extremely friendly when he escorted the other man out the door. After goodbyes were exchanged and the door was closed, you shook your head at Seung Ho.
"What?" He raised his eyebrows. "I did my best to be nice."
"It was overly nice, Seung Ho. I think he's scared of you now." You moved to clean the living room of empty snack wrappers and cans.
"Because I was nice? Should I just keep to being mean to him then?" Seung Ho picked grabbed some empty can, following you into the kitchen to dispose of them
"I didn't mean it that way. He'll need some time to get used to a nice Seung Ho. After all, for all the time he's known you - you've been a bitch to him. Although, I think do think it's something he should definitely get used to." You beamed at Seung Ho.
"That's very nice of you." He gave a nod of approval at your opinion. "I think there's something you need to get used to as well."
"What would that be?" You asked, suddenly remembering that the TV was still on. "Ah, I need to switch the TV off." Apparently, Seung Ho thought that the TV could wait - or maybe it was just slightly less important compared to his upcoming announcement. Holding onto your wrist, he hugged you from behind, whispering "You definitely need to get used to me showing up at your doorstep."
Glad that he couldn't see your smile, you replied that you could probably get used to that. Not forgetting to emphasize on the word 'probably'. He chuckled warmly, following you into the living room. Switching the TV off, you turned to him. "So, what brings you here?"
"I felt the need to sleep with you tonight." Upon hearing his answer, your eyes widened and you started choking on nothing. Or maybe you were choking of shock - if it made sense. "Oh, er." He quickly corrected himself as soon as he realized it didn't come out right. "I meant it as in, sleep over. I felt that I should sleep over at your place tonight."
Giving him a weird look, you asked him why he felt like that. "You know how I had intuitions when we'd get into fights? I felt it again after dinner."
"You sure it was that? Maybe you just missed me?" You couldn't help but tease him.
He groaned. "Yes. I missed you. I was worried because there was a nagging feeling at the back of my head that you'd be in trouble. I was so distracted at the show!" Upon finishing his explanation, he frowned - angry at himself for not being able to concentrate earlier.
At the sight of him frowning at himself, your heart clenched up painfully. Instinctively, you reached out to touch his face. "Why would you worry? Please don't worry about me - especially not when it affects your work."
Placing his hand over yours, Seung Ho closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "That's like asking me to kill my passion for singing." Your eyebrows knit together, and you retorted that his reply wasn’t making sense as the two were completely and utterly different.
"They're not."
"Yes they -" Your sentence was never finished because Seung Ho's hand left yours and moved to your back, pulling you close without warning.
Time seemed to stop as you noticed you were returning his intense gaze. As his lips parted and the next few words reached your ears - you swore that time was standing still. If it wasn’t, you wished it would just stop for awhile longer.
"I love singing. I love you. What difference is there?"
[ x ]
What difference is there?
That question rang over and over again in your mind. It was as if Seung Ho had a habit of asking questions like that. Questions that were horribly hard to answer. Usually you would just brush them off, but this time – just this one time - you really wanted to answer.
However, you needed time. Time to find the perfect words.
Or at least, you thought that was what you needed.
Now you weren’t so sure.
Maybe you should have just blurted out your answer there and then.
Maybe it would have come out sounding really stupid.
It wouldn’t matter.
Maybe it would have hurt him accidentally.
But it would not have hurt him as much as the pain he was going through right now.
Blood was making its way down his face as he knelt in front of you. His pained shouts rang in your ears as you watch him gasp for breath. Pain was an understatement. Just looking at his expression was tearing you into shreds.
Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed to his screams.
“Please stop…” You whispered. Wait, did you whisper? Your voice echoed off the wall of the dark storehouse. Maybe you screamed, you were not too sure. How could you be? Your mind wasn’t even working right.
There was a snicker, and you felt cold metal against your cheek. “Say it, Seung Ho. Tell them to stop.” A daunting voice came from behind you. A few laughs were heard in response.
“Oppa!” You pleaded, as another metal bar came into contact with Seung Ho’s back. You winced, trying in vain to free your hands that were tied behind your back. The ropes held onto the chair strongly, not budging the slightest at your forceful tugs. “Tell them to stop! Please!”
You wondered if he would. It seemed like you had been watching this sick scene for hours.
Your throat was drying from all the screaming – but nothing had changed.
Seung Ho had only remained silent, apart from his screams and groans of pain.
Deep down you knew that you were being hopeful.
Seung Ho would never tell them to stop – at least not anytime soon.
Because if he did, he was promised that you would be hurt as a penalty.
You might have been playing dumb to his signs of intimacy and affection – but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that if a man was willingly enduring pain for your sake, he really loved you.
But at that moment, you wish he would stop loving you for even a second – because it would mean nothing if he was no longer breathing.
[ x 08end x ]
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
When The Clock Strikes Twelve; Chapter 9
Kisses weren’t something entirely unfamiliar to you.
You’ve kissed before. Yes you had - your mom, your dad, your siblings, your pillow, and your soft toys. There was nothing new.
Even that nice ex-boyfriend you had. He wasn’t that bad a kisser. Not that you would’ve known – because at that time you had never kissed Joon before.
His kiss was breath-taking.
So much that you thought you were suffocating. Suffocating, but you didn’t want to stop kissing him. You couldn’t.
It was probably illegal - to kiss an idol you just met like this. To be pressing your lips so desperately on his, to weave your fingers through his hair to pull both of you deeper into the kiss.
But if anyone were to accuse you, they’d have to accuse Joon as well.
Your lips were only pressing into his because he was crushing his ones onto yours. You were only caressing his hair because he was grabbing yours. A whimper escaped your lips, only because a he moaned into your mouth.
Only God knew how long the both of you were kissing each other, minds blank – except for the waves of passion that came one after another. Being shorter than him, reaching for his hair was tiring. Your hand slid, over his ear, his neck, finally settling on his chest.
It was only when you felt his rapid heartbeat under your palm did you jolt back to your senses; or at least what was left of it. You pulled back, but Joon’s hand held yours to his chest. His other arm circled your waist, hugging you close.
He broke the kiss slowly, a soft chuckle escaping through his wet lips when he caught sight of your flushed face.
“Wow.” He whispered, leaning in again to give you a quick kiss followed by a warm hug. Not letting you go, he snuggled his nose into your hair. “Are you scared?”
Shaking your head, you returned the hug – slowly but surely. “I’m more confused than I’m scared, Joon-ssi.” Giggling, you tilted your head to look up at him. His hands moved to cup your cheeks. “I have something to tell you.”
Nodding, you waited for him to continue.
“Remember that time where I bumped into you? Honestly, it happened because I was staring at your scarf. I didn’t notice we were about to collide.” Laughing at the memory, he continued. “I was really happy when you called my name. I’m always excited to meet fans.” There was this gleam in his eyes. At that moment, you were coldly reminded of the fact that you were talking to Joon.
Lee Joon.
Member of MBLAQ – and you were just a mere fan.
Hiding the unwanted disappointment from showing up on your face, you smiled in response. The next few minutes were spent with Joon telling you how he couldn’t stop thinking of the encounter. Overnight, the urge to meet you just so he could comment on your scarf had built up really strongly. Cats dressed as ballerinas danced in his dreams – he thought he would go crazy if he didn’t get it out of his system.
Meeting you at the café came as a pleasant surprise to him. He waited all night trying to talk to you – but as the night went by, embarrassment crept on him. It wasn’t like him to be so hesitant, and it took him a lot of motivation from Byung Hee to finally approach you after your shift ended.
“The others knew?”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure how everyone else is interpreting it. Even I’m not too sure…” He trailed off. “I found you really interesting, and talking to you once just wasn’t enough – you were like an overnight addiction.”
Laughing, you asked “So I’m like a drug now?”
He grinned at his own words. “I’m sorry to tell you – yes.”
“So you’re addicted to me. That’s…all?” It was hard to hide the disappointment in your voice. ‘What did I expect? I’ve only just met him – and only as a fan.’
Upon hearing that, hesitation crept over Joon’s face. “I can’t promise you any more than this now. I don’t want to tell you things that I’m not certain of. But there is one thing I’d like to say –”
“Hyung!” The door banged open, revealing a frantic looking Mir.
Upon the sight of you in Joon’s arms, Mir stopped in his tracks. “Uh, opps?” An apologetic grin spread across his face. It morphed into an evil smirk in a matter of seconds.
Joon let out a frustrated cry at the younger boy, followed by a random string of scolding in a joking manner. Skipping over, Mir slung an arm over you and eyed Joon up and down. “What?” Joon demanded, trying to push the intruder’s arm off your shoulder.
“I’m trying to protect her.” Mir said, although his tone was nowhere near serious. He turned you towards him, making you look him in the eyes. “Did hyung do anything bad to you? Mir-oppa will protect you from the evil claws of evil-Lee Joon!”
“Oi, Mir!” Joon smacked the maknae’s head. “What do you want?”
Mir put on an exaggeratedly serious face, bowed to Joon and told him the manager was heading over to their living quarters to discuss about some change in their schedule plans. “In other words, we have to go now - unfortunately for you. You ain’t getting any action tonight hyung!” Letting out a maniacal laugh, Mir sprinted through the door back into the café. “Hurry up!” He shouted in a sing-song voice.
Staring at the open door for awhile, you turned back to see a sighing Joon. “I guess this will have to wait?” He gave you a smile, trying to cheer the both of you up.
“I understand, Joon-ssi. See you…soon?” He shook his head. “Stop with the formalities. Joon will do. Joon, or oppa, or – I don’t know! Anything but that ssi, ssi thing. Which reminds me – I still don’t know your name!”
“And you can ask her some other day, hyung.” The other members were already outside, and in a flash Mir had dragged a helpless Joon away.
Thunder tapped you on the shoulder before you could say your goodbye. “I apologize for the turn of events. Our manager needs us back as soon as possible. We’ll try to visit again soon!” He beamed at you in hopes that the sad expression on your face would disappear, waving as he made his way after the rest of the members.
Your phone’s message tone went off.
Joonie Oppa
20 Dec 00:43PM
Everyone’s staring at my phone’s screen now so I can’t type anything overly romantic or I won’t be able to sleep tonight from all the teasing.
I’m sorry I still haven’t got your name! It seems pretty lame to ask through a text message, so I shall make a note to ask you immediately when I meet you next time!
But until then, you shall be my Cinderella ;D
Your Prince has been attacked by the evil monster Mir and the other two hyungs. This is Cheon Dung saving his phone from any damage, signing out! :P
Smiling at the message, you returned to the café.
“Hey you!” Cherry slapped your back. “We’re almost done closing up! Get ready to head up!” She beamed at you. “What’s with the hype and grin?” You tried reaching to massage your back.
“Are things going well for you? I feel they are. I’m happy you’re happy. After all, you’re leaving shortly after Christmas. I wanted you to enjoy yourself here!”
As Cherry continued, you went into a daze. Her words made you realize the painful fact that you were leaving soon after Christmas. No matter what happened between you and Joon – it would take a painful turn from thereon.
Despite looking forward to Christmas so much – you suddenly didn’t want the 25th of December to come at all.
You’ve kissed before. Yes you had - your mom, your dad, your siblings, your pillow, and your soft toys. There was nothing new.
Even that nice ex-boyfriend you had. He wasn’t that bad a kisser. Not that you would’ve known – because at that time you had never kissed Joon before.
His kiss was breath-taking.
So much that you thought you were suffocating. Suffocating, but you didn’t want to stop kissing him. You couldn’t.
It was probably illegal - to kiss an idol you just met like this. To be pressing your lips so desperately on his, to weave your fingers through his hair to pull both of you deeper into the kiss.
But if anyone were to accuse you, they’d have to accuse Joon as well.
Your lips were only pressing into his because he was crushing his ones onto yours. You were only caressing his hair because he was grabbing yours. A whimper escaped your lips, only because a he moaned into your mouth.
Only God knew how long the both of you were kissing each other, minds blank – except for the waves of passion that came one after another. Being shorter than him, reaching for his hair was tiring. Your hand slid, over his ear, his neck, finally settling on his chest.
It was only when you felt his rapid heartbeat under your palm did you jolt back to your senses; or at least what was left of it. You pulled back, but Joon’s hand held yours to his chest. His other arm circled your waist, hugging you close.
He broke the kiss slowly, a soft chuckle escaping through his wet lips when he caught sight of your flushed face.
“Wow.” He whispered, leaning in again to give you a quick kiss followed by a warm hug. Not letting you go, he snuggled his nose into your hair. “Are you scared?”
Shaking your head, you returned the hug – slowly but surely. “I’m more confused than I’m scared, Joon-ssi.” Giggling, you tilted your head to look up at him. His hands moved to cup your cheeks. “I have something to tell you.”
Nodding, you waited for him to continue.
“Remember that time where I bumped into you? Honestly, it happened because I was staring at your scarf. I didn’t notice we were about to collide.” Laughing at the memory, he continued. “I was really happy when you called my name. I’m always excited to meet fans.” There was this gleam in his eyes. At that moment, you were coldly reminded of the fact that you were talking to Joon.
Lee Joon.
Member of MBLAQ – and you were just a mere fan.
Hiding the unwanted disappointment from showing up on your face, you smiled in response. The next few minutes were spent with Joon telling you how he couldn’t stop thinking of the encounter. Overnight, the urge to meet you just so he could comment on your scarf had built up really strongly. Cats dressed as ballerinas danced in his dreams – he thought he would go crazy if he didn’t get it out of his system.
Meeting you at the café came as a pleasant surprise to him. He waited all night trying to talk to you – but as the night went by, embarrassment crept on him. It wasn’t like him to be so hesitant, and it took him a lot of motivation from Byung Hee to finally approach you after your shift ended.
“The others knew?”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure how everyone else is interpreting it. Even I’m not too sure…” He trailed off. “I found you really interesting, and talking to you once just wasn’t enough – you were like an overnight addiction.”
Laughing, you asked “So I’m like a drug now?”
He grinned at his own words. “I’m sorry to tell you – yes.”
“So you’re addicted to me. That’s…all?” It was hard to hide the disappointment in your voice. ‘What did I expect? I’ve only just met him – and only as a fan.’
Upon hearing that, hesitation crept over Joon’s face. “I can’t promise you any more than this now. I don’t want to tell you things that I’m not certain of. But there is one thing I’d like to say –”
“Hyung!” The door banged open, revealing a frantic looking Mir.
Upon the sight of you in Joon’s arms, Mir stopped in his tracks. “Uh, opps?” An apologetic grin spread across his face. It morphed into an evil smirk in a matter of seconds.
Joon let out a frustrated cry at the younger boy, followed by a random string of scolding in a joking manner. Skipping over, Mir slung an arm over you and eyed Joon up and down. “What?” Joon demanded, trying to push the intruder’s arm off your shoulder.
“I’m trying to protect her.” Mir said, although his tone was nowhere near serious. He turned you towards him, making you look him in the eyes. “Did hyung do anything bad to you? Mir-oppa will protect you from the evil claws of evil-Lee Joon!”
“Oi, Mir!” Joon smacked the maknae’s head. “What do you want?”
Mir put on an exaggeratedly serious face, bowed to Joon and told him the manager was heading over to their living quarters to discuss about some change in their schedule plans. “In other words, we have to go now - unfortunately for you. You ain’t getting any action tonight hyung!” Letting out a maniacal laugh, Mir sprinted through the door back into the café. “Hurry up!” He shouted in a sing-song voice.
Staring at the open door for awhile, you turned back to see a sighing Joon. “I guess this will have to wait?” He gave you a smile, trying to cheer the both of you up.
“I understand, Joon-ssi. See you…soon?” He shook his head. “Stop with the formalities. Joon will do. Joon, or oppa, or – I don’t know! Anything but that ssi, ssi thing. Which reminds me – I still don’t know your name!”
“And you can ask her some other day, hyung.” The other members were already outside, and in a flash Mir had dragged a helpless Joon away.
Thunder tapped you on the shoulder before you could say your goodbye. “I apologize for the turn of events. Our manager needs us back as soon as possible. We’ll try to visit again soon!” He beamed at you in hopes that the sad expression on your face would disappear, waving as he made his way after the rest of the members.
Your phone’s message tone went off.
Joonie Oppa
20 Dec 00:43PM
Everyone’s staring at my phone’s screen now so I can’t type anything overly romantic or I won’t be able to sleep tonight from all the teasing.
I’m sorry I still haven’t got your name! It seems pretty lame to ask through a text message, so I shall make a note to ask you immediately when I meet you next time!
But until then, you shall be my Cinderella ;D
Your Prince has been attacked by the evil monster Mir and the other two hyungs. This is Cheon Dung saving his phone from any damage, signing out! :P
Smiling at the message, you returned to the café.
“Hey you!” Cherry slapped your back. “We’re almost done closing up! Get ready to head up!” She beamed at you. “What’s with the hype and grin?” You tried reaching to massage your back.
“Are things going well for you? I feel they are. I’m happy you’re happy. After all, you’re leaving shortly after Christmas. I wanted you to enjoy yourself here!”
As Cherry continued, you went into a daze. Her words made you realize the painful fact that you were leaving soon after Christmas. No matter what happened between you and Joon – it would take a painful turn from thereon.
Despite looking forward to Christmas so much – you suddenly didn’t want the 25th of December to come at all.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Chocolate [ chapter 7 ]
07 - the calm before the storm
"So, they're all healed now?" You whispered, poking at Seung Ho's chest softly. Dinner and dessert were over, the kitchen was in a mess and you both agreed to clean it later, or maybe tomorrow. For now, lying on the sofa like this was good enough.
"My ribs? You could say so." He caught you finger - and it led to a tug-of-war. You gave up, leaving him with his throphy - your hand. Holding it close to his face, he looked pleased with himself - but his expression turned dark all of a sudden.
Alarmed at the sudden change, you asked him if anything was wrong. As quickly as it came, it went. "No, nothing." To assure you, he turned to you with a warm smile. "Liar." You breathed. He was always like that. Never telling you enough. Always keeping things to himself.
To him, it was being independent. It was a way of protecting you. A way to keep you happy. He didn't want you to worry about things that concerned him and him alone.
To you, it was creating distance. It was a way of leaving you behind without you knowing too much. It made you very sad. You wanted very badly to know things about him - even if they weren't related to you.
"Why do you always keep things from me?" Mustering up the saddest look you were capable of, you looked into his eyes. Hoping he would give in and just break that annoying wall that he had built ever since you knew him. That horrible wall that kept you from being any closer to him, even though you were already closer to him compared to so many others.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. Just like ever other time. Nothing changed. The wall was still there.
Your eyebrows furrowed together, you glared at him, pulled your hand away and turned your back to him. "Hey." He wrapped his arm around you. "Please don't be angry. There are reasons as to why I don't tell you some things."
"You always have reasons that don't make sense. Reasons that hurt yourself, you silly boy."
A soft laugh escaped his lips upon hearing that, and he leaned over to place a few kisses on the side of your neck. Knowing he didn't want to talk about it anymore, you closed your eyes. The kisses continued, soft and gentle on the side of your neck moving upwards. As he gave one final kiss below your ear he whispered.
"Can we stay like this forever?"
"You mean with you hiding things from me?"
He bit his lip. "No." Then he sighed. You mentally hit yourself for killing the conversation he tried to initiate. "Sorry." You whispered, reaching out to hold his hand. "I just wish you'd let me know more about what goes on in your head. I feel like there's a part of you I don't know."
"How about this." He suggested, while his arms wrapped around you in a awkward yet warm hug. Have dinner with me next Friday, then accompany me to the radio show I'm attending after."
"Your manager is alright with you having dinner with me before a the show?"
"I'll talk to him and let you know in advance, alright? You just have to agree."
"What happens when I agree?"
"I'll tell you what was going on in my mind just now."
"Just that?"
"It's something I've been thinking about for years. Everyday, ever since I can remember it. I think you'd want to know it, no?"
To know such crucial details of Seung Ho's life was such a tempting bait. Wanting to know so much - you felt like a stalker. "Okay then. I'll go - promise?" You held up your pinky childishly, trying not to look embarrassed for doing so. "Gosh." Seung Ho said, before intertwining his pinky with yours. "You're such a kid."
[ x ]
"Hey, it's noona!" Mir bounced from one end of the living room over to you, grabbing your hands and shaking them enthusiastically. Seung Ho had asked you to head over to the dorm to meet him for dinner, and you were greeted enthusiastically by the other members as soon as you set foot inside.
Thunder padded his way over from the kitchen, a cup of hot tea in his hands as he waved to you with a darling smile on his face. Joon peeked his head out from what seemed to be the bathroom, his hair dripping wet - he greeted you with some excited shouts and disappeared behind the door. G.O. came from the kitchen with a jug and a stack of cup. "Would you like some ice lemon tea?" He asked, while Seung Ho motioned for you to sit down.
"I thought we were going out?" You looked at him, slightly worried about troubling the other members by invading. "Just need to settle a few things with Byung Hee. Sorry!" He did a little bow and sat down on the sofa, grabbing a file from the table and opening it. G.O. poured everyone (who was there) a drink and was soon in a hushed discussion with Seung Ho.
"Noona!" Mir clapped your back, taking a seat next to you. "What brings you here?" He asked, grabbing a cup and downing its contents.
"I'm heading out for dinner in a bit." You wondered if you were supposed to tell, but it was too late to take your words back.
"Dinner? With hyung?" It was hard to tell if Mir was shocked, curious, or if he was teasing you. Thunder moved to sit next to Seung Ho, nudging him slightly. "Are you bringing us out as well hyung? Feed us." He sounded so much like a kitten curling up to its owner for food you felt obliged to bring him along.
"No." Came Seung Ho's reply, it killed your sense of obligation immediately. Turning to the younger boy, Seung Ho smiled at him and ruffled his hair. "Sorry, I have to rush to a schedule after dinner. Next week, alright?"
Thunder sipped his tea and nodded at his leader. Standing up, he waved to you and padded into his room. Before the door closed, you caught sight of him yawning - he must have been tired. "Oi Thunder! You're going to sleep before me?!" Mir yelled and ran into the room, slamming the door behind him. The elder two shook their heads silently as they continued to go over details that were written in the file.
"Hello." You heard a familiar voice behind. Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of a topless Joon - with only a towel wrapped around his lower torso. Pausing in shock of his willingness to walk around like that with a visitor around, you nodded back to greet him. "Oi." Came Seung Ho's voice. "Put some clothes on."
"Huh, what? Why?" Joon whined, disappearing into the kitchen
"Can't you see we have a visitor?"
"But usually when the dance instructor is here you don't mind! Not even when the coordi-noonas are here." Coming out of the kitchen with a glass of milk, Joon leaned on the wall. You wondered if he was showing off his abs on purpose - or if he was just really comfortable in his own skin. It didn't really matter though, the view was great.
"The dance instructor is a guy. The noonas are used to seeing your abs - it's part of their job. Now would you put on some clothes?" Seung Ho stopped writing and looked up at Joon sternly. Despite his leader's near-death glare - Joon had a smirk. Striding over to Seung Ho, he looked down at the older man and asked "Don't tell me you're jealous?"
Seung Ho's expression changed from shock, to embarrassment, to anger, then he smiled. "Go put some clothes on before I plan to use you as a replacement for our destroyed punching bag." Perhaps Seung Ho never really threatened him this way before, or maybe he thought it was time to stop - Joon nodded, with a smirk on his face and disappeared into his room.
"Alright, done." G.O. said, tapping the file with his pen. "Off you go now." He shooed Seung Ho off, waving goodbye to you as he stood up. Before he disappeared into the room after Joon, he added. "Don't forget you owe me lunch."
Seung Ho waved and nodded, a thankful expression on his face. "Let's go!" He motioned, heading to the door. As both of you were stepping into your shoes, just for the fun of it you asked "What was that? I never knew you were one to be jealous like that, Leader-ssi."
A glare was shot at you. Smirking in satisfaction, you stuck your tongue out at him. In that short instant where your tongue was lingering near your lips, Seung Ho grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. Unceremoniously smashing his lips onto yours, he bit your bottom lip. You whined, pulling back and glaring back at him. This time he was the one smirking.
"Revenge is sweet."
Licking his lips, he opened the door and exited after you.
[ x ]
"We're eating here?" You asked unbelievably, eyes widening at the restaurant in front of you.
Nodding with a satisfied smile on his face, Seung Ho answered for the fifth time. "Yes we are."
"Don't we have to book like, a month in advance?!"
"Not when you know the manager. Lucky for us, he happens to be an old friend of mine. C'mon let's go. Don't want to be late for my schedule." He reminded. Snapping out of your daze, you followed him through the doors.
There was a warm greeting exchanged between him and another man in a suit - you supposed that was his manager-friend. Both of you were led along a corridor - to a quaint white room only lit with nothing but a few dim lamps and - hundred of candles. Numerous soft, flickering, ethereal lights.
As Seung Ho expressed his thanks and the manager took his leave, you stood at the door gawking at the room. "Should I be happy or worried about that silly expression on your face?" Seung Ho asked, moving over to one of the chairs and pulling it out, motioning for you to sit. Words were failing you as you sat down. The opposite seat was then occupied by Seung Ho, who looked very happy.
"You're crazy." You finally managed. His expression faltered. "That good kind of crazy. I think I'm in love." A huge grin took over his face.
"Great. Please continue being in love while we have dinner!"
It wasn't hard - because the food was amazing, the ambiance of the room making you feel like you were in a constant dream - and of course, Seung Ho.
The table was a square - big enough for food to be served on, but small enough for Seung Ho to reach out for your hands. At first you thought they were accidental touches. For example when you both reached out to touch the tiny angel statue amidst the tiny bouquet on the table. Both of you pulled back and smiled, somewhat shyly, awkwardly.
Then you thought he was trying to annoy you by constantly trying to grab your hand. Annoying because you secretly enjoyed the touch of his skin on yours, but you didn't want to show it. How could you?
"Hey, stop it!" You complained after awhile. "Stop what?" He asked lazily. "Disturbing my hand. Stop that."
"Dessert isn't here yet. I'm bored."
"Amuse yourself in other ways then!" The instant you finished, you regretted - because a sly look crossed Seung Ho's face. "Well," He started. "I could get out of my seat, drag you out of yours, pin you to the wall and have my way with you. That would amuse me."
Your heart skipped. He smirked at the sight of your tense expression. "Or," He continued. "You could come over, fill this empty seat at my lap and entertain me." Patting his lap, his smirk grew wider at your widening eyes.
"Y-you wish. I don't want to move from here." Mentally slapping yourself for stuttering when dealing a sarcastic comment, you looked away from his piercing gaze.
Determined to keep your gaze fixed on the floor, you didn't bother when you heard him get out of his chair. Even when his fingers touched your arm and moved upwards to your neck - you resisted the temptation to look at him. "God, you're so stubborn." He complained, before grabbing your chin to face him. Your eyebrows knitted at his forceful action - and also at the short distance between your faces. It only made him feel more amused.
"One day, you'll have to teach me how to make such cute faces. Need to have some aegyo ability."
"You're fine with aegyo, Seung Ho. You were born rigid. You're charming that way."
"You think so?"
"Mm."
"Thanks." Then he pressed his lips gently onto yours. You thought it was going to be one of his long kisses, but it turned out to be the opposite. "We'll continue this later." Came his whisper, as his fingers left your chin go and he returned to his seat.
As soon as he sat down, a knock came from the door and the waiter came in to serve the long-awaited desserts.
[ x ]
It was a chilly night, you predicted it would rain soon.
Seung Ho and you were standing outside the restaurant doors. Dinner was good, and it was time for him to leave for his next schedule. "Thanks for dinner." You bowed.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"All the best with your schedule."
"Sorry I can't send you home. Please take care! Text me when you're home."
"Why are you acting like a boyfriend?"
"I'm just worried. Don't be like that."
"Good bye." Grinning, you waved and walked in the direction of the bus stop.
"Wait." He called after you. Walking a few steps towards you, he pulled you into a hug. You felt slightly awkward, with people looking over - Seung Ho didn't usually get so intimate in public. "Yah, Seung Ho..."
"Please be careful." He whispered, letting you go and waving as he entered a van. You watched the van drive out of sight, not failing to notice that people were staring at your direction. Tilting your head down, your avoided gazes and continued on your way to the bus stop. A group of girls were whispering furiously, but hushed each other as you got closer to them.
A bus stopped in front of you then, and you hopped on thankfully. Paying for your ride and getting a seat at the far back, you leaned your head against the cool glass window and peered outside. The girls were looking at you, and you resisted the urge to stick you tongue out at them. A sudden ring from your phone stopped you.
One new message.
Flipping your phone open a bit too enthusiastically, you read: I'm coming over tonight, will you be free?
There was a smiley at the end, and you smiling to yourself until you realized that this message didn't come from Seung Ho, but from your supposed-crush that you lied to Seung Ho about. He was actually just a friend - okay, maybe a close friend. It had been quite some time since you had seen him. When you thought about it further - it was after Seung Ho returned that you didn't meet up with him much.
Feeling guilty, you replied that you were free and that he could drop later. After hitting the send button, you paused for a bit. There was no denying how much you wished it was Seung Ho who texted you when your message tone rang.
It rang again, and you flipped your phone open nonchalantly.
Hope you enjoyed dinner as much as I did.
Am really, sincerely, very sorry I couldn't send you home : (
I'll make it up to you : D Promise!
Please have a pleasant trip home - because mine isn't really pleasant.
I'm really worried I won't do well at the radio show, because I can still taste you on my lips and it's pretty distracting.
If you had a mirror then, you would see that you were smiling at the phone - with very, very flushed cheeks.
[ x 07end x ]
"So, they're all healed now?" You whispered, poking at Seung Ho's chest softly. Dinner and dessert were over, the kitchen was in a mess and you both agreed to clean it later, or maybe tomorrow. For now, lying on the sofa like this was good enough.
"My ribs? You could say so." He caught you finger - and it led to a tug-of-war. You gave up, leaving him with his throphy - your hand. Holding it close to his face, he looked pleased with himself - but his expression turned dark all of a sudden.
Alarmed at the sudden change, you asked him if anything was wrong. As quickly as it came, it went. "No, nothing." To assure you, he turned to you with a warm smile. "Liar." You breathed. He was always like that. Never telling you enough. Always keeping things to himself.
To him, it was being independent. It was a way of protecting you. A way to keep you happy. He didn't want you to worry about things that concerned him and him alone.
To you, it was creating distance. It was a way of leaving you behind without you knowing too much. It made you very sad. You wanted very badly to know things about him - even if they weren't related to you.
"Why do you always keep things from me?" Mustering up the saddest look you were capable of, you looked into his eyes. Hoping he would give in and just break that annoying wall that he had built ever since you knew him. That horrible wall that kept you from being any closer to him, even though you were already closer to him compared to so many others.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. Just like ever other time. Nothing changed. The wall was still there.
Your eyebrows furrowed together, you glared at him, pulled your hand away and turned your back to him. "Hey." He wrapped his arm around you. "Please don't be angry. There are reasons as to why I don't tell you some things."
"You always have reasons that don't make sense. Reasons that hurt yourself, you silly boy."
A soft laugh escaped his lips upon hearing that, and he leaned over to place a few kisses on the side of your neck. Knowing he didn't want to talk about it anymore, you closed your eyes. The kisses continued, soft and gentle on the side of your neck moving upwards. As he gave one final kiss below your ear he whispered.
"Can we stay like this forever?"
"You mean with you hiding things from me?"
He bit his lip. "No." Then he sighed. You mentally hit yourself for killing the conversation he tried to initiate. "Sorry." You whispered, reaching out to hold his hand. "I just wish you'd let me know more about what goes on in your head. I feel like there's a part of you I don't know."
"How about this." He suggested, while his arms wrapped around you in a awkward yet warm hug. Have dinner with me next Friday, then accompany me to the radio show I'm attending after."
"Your manager is alright with you having dinner with me before a the show?"
"I'll talk to him and let you know in advance, alright? You just have to agree."
"What happens when I agree?"
"I'll tell you what was going on in my mind just now."
"Just that?"
"It's something I've been thinking about for years. Everyday, ever since I can remember it. I think you'd want to know it, no?"
To know such crucial details of Seung Ho's life was such a tempting bait. Wanting to know so much - you felt like a stalker. "Okay then. I'll go - promise?" You held up your pinky childishly, trying not to look embarrassed for doing so. "Gosh." Seung Ho said, before intertwining his pinky with yours. "You're such a kid."
[ x ]
"Hey, it's noona!" Mir bounced from one end of the living room over to you, grabbing your hands and shaking them enthusiastically. Seung Ho had asked you to head over to the dorm to meet him for dinner, and you were greeted enthusiastically by the other members as soon as you set foot inside.
Thunder padded his way over from the kitchen, a cup of hot tea in his hands as he waved to you with a darling smile on his face. Joon peeked his head out from what seemed to be the bathroom, his hair dripping wet - he greeted you with some excited shouts and disappeared behind the door. G.O. came from the kitchen with a jug and a stack of cup. "Would you like some ice lemon tea?" He asked, while Seung Ho motioned for you to sit down.
"I thought we were going out?" You looked at him, slightly worried about troubling the other members by invading. "Just need to settle a few things with Byung Hee. Sorry!" He did a little bow and sat down on the sofa, grabbing a file from the table and opening it. G.O. poured everyone (who was there) a drink and was soon in a hushed discussion with Seung Ho.
"Noona!" Mir clapped your back, taking a seat next to you. "What brings you here?" He asked, grabbing a cup and downing its contents.
"I'm heading out for dinner in a bit." You wondered if you were supposed to tell, but it was too late to take your words back.
"Dinner? With hyung?" It was hard to tell if Mir was shocked, curious, or if he was teasing you. Thunder moved to sit next to Seung Ho, nudging him slightly. "Are you bringing us out as well hyung? Feed us." He sounded so much like a kitten curling up to its owner for food you felt obliged to bring him along.
"No." Came Seung Ho's reply, it killed your sense of obligation immediately. Turning to the younger boy, Seung Ho smiled at him and ruffled his hair. "Sorry, I have to rush to a schedule after dinner. Next week, alright?"
Thunder sipped his tea and nodded at his leader. Standing up, he waved to you and padded into his room. Before the door closed, you caught sight of him yawning - he must have been tired. "Oi Thunder! You're going to sleep before me?!" Mir yelled and ran into the room, slamming the door behind him. The elder two shook their heads silently as they continued to go over details that were written in the file.
"Hello." You heard a familiar voice behind. Turning around, you were greeted by the sight of a topless Joon - with only a towel wrapped around his lower torso. Pausing in shock of his willingness to walk around like that with a visitor around, you nodded back to greet him. "Oi." Came Seung Ho's voice. "Put some clothes on."
"Huh, what? Why?" Joon whined, disappearing into the kitchen
"Can't you see we have a visitor?"
"But usually when the dance instructor is here you don't mind! Not even when the coordi-noonas are here." Coming out of the kitchen with a glass of milk, Joon leaned on the wall. You wondered if he was showing off his abs on purpose - or if he was just really comfortable in his own skin. It didn't really matter though, the view was great.
"The dance instructor is a guy. The noonas are used to seeing your abs - it's part of their job. Now would you put on some clothes?" Seung Ho stopped writing and looked up at Joon sternly. Despite his leader's near-death glare - Joon had a smirk. Striding over to Seung Ho, he looked down at the older man and asked "Don't tell me you're jealous?"
Seung Ho's expression changed from shock, to embarrassment, to anger, then he smiled. "Go put some clothes on before I plan to use you as a replacement for our destroyed punching bag." Perhaps Seung Ho never really threatened him this way before, or maybe he thought it was time to stop - Joon nodded, with a smirk on his face and disappeared into his room.
"Alright, done." G.O. said, tapping the file with his pen. "Off you go now." He shooed Seung Ho off, waving goodbye to you as he stood up. Before he disappeared into the room after Joon, he added. "Don't forget you owe me lunch."
Seung Ho waved and nodded, a thankful expression on his face. "Let's go!" He motioned, heading to the door. As both of you were stepping into your shoes, just for the fun of it you asked "What was that? I never knew you were one to be jealous like that, Leader-ssi."
A glare was shot at you. Smirking in satisfaction, you stuck your tongue out at him. In that short instant where your tongue was lingering near your lips, Seung Ho grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. Unceremoniously smashing his lips onto yours, he bit your bottom lip. You whined, pulling back and glaring back at him. This time he was the one smirking.
"Revenge is sweet."
Licking his lips, he opened the door and exited after you.
[ x ]
"We're eating here?" You asked unbelievably, eyes widening at the restaurant in front of you.
Nodding with a satisfied smile on his face, Seung Ho answered for the fifth time. "Yes we are."
"Don't we have to book like, a month in advance?!"
"Not when you know the manager. Lucky for us, he happens to be an old friend of mine. C'mon let's go. Don't want to be late for my schedule." He reminded. Snapping out of your daze, you followed him through the doors.
There was a warm greeting exchanged between him and another man in a suit - you supposed that was his manager-friend. Both of you were led along a corridor - to a quaint white room only lit with nothing but a few dim lamps and - hundred of candles. Numerous soft, flickering, ethereal lights.
As Seung Ho expressed his thanks and the manager took his leave, you stood at the door gawking at the room. "Should I be happy or worried about that silly expression on your face?" Seung Ho asked, moving over to one of the chairs and pulling it out, motioning for you to sit. Words were failing you as you sat down. The opposite seat was then occupied by Seung Ho, who looked very happy.
"You're crazy." You finally managed. His expression faltered. "That good kind of crazy. I think I'm in love." A huge grin took over his face.
"Great. Please continue being in love while we have dinner!"
It wasn't hard - because the food was amazing, the ambiance of the room making you feel like you were in a constant dream - and of course, Seung Ho.
The table was a square - big enough for food to be served on, but small enough for Seung Ho to reach out for your hands. At first you thought they were accidental touches. For example when you both reached out to touch the tiny angel statue amidst the tiny bouquet on the table. Both of you pulled back and smiled, somewhat shyly, awkwardly.
Then you thought he was trying to annoy you by constantly trying to grab your hand. Annoying because you secretly enjoyed the touch of his skin on yours, but you didn't want to show it. How could you?
"Hey, stop it!" You complained after awhile. "Stop what?" He asked lazily. "Disturbing my hand. Stop that."
"Dessert isn't here yet. I'm bored."
"Amuse yourself in other ways then!" The instant you finished, you regretted - because a sly look crossed Seung Ho's face. "Well," He started. "I could get out of my seat, drag you out of yours, pin you to the wall and have my way with you. That would amuse me."
Your heart skipped. He smirked at the sight of your tense expression. "Or," He continued. "You could come over, fill this empty seat at my lap and entertain me." Patting his lap, his smirk grew wider at your widening eyes.
"Y-you wish. I don't want to move from here." Mentally slapping yourself for stuttering when dealing a sarcastic comment, you looked away from his piercing gaze.
Determined to keep your gaze fixed on the floor, you didn't bother when you heard him get out of his chair. Even when his fingers touched your arm and moved upwards to your neck - you resisted the temptation to look at him. "God, you're so stubborn." He complained, before grabbing your chin to face him. Your eyebrows knitted at his forceful action - and also at the short distance between your faces. It only made him feel more amused.
"One day, you'll have to teach me how to make such cute faces. Need to have some aegyo ability."
"You're fine with aegyo, Seung Ho. You were born rigid. You're charming that way."
"You think so?"
"Mm."
"Thanks." Then he pressed his lips gently onto yours. You thought it was going to be one of his long kisses, but it turned out to be the opposite. "We'll continue this later." Came his whisper, as his fingers left your chin go and he returned to his seat.
As soon as he sat down, a knock came from the door and the waiter came in to serve the long-awaited desserts.
[ x ]
It was a chilly night, you predicted it would rain soon.
Seung Ho and you were standing outside the restaurant doors. Dinner was good, and it was time for him to leave for his next schedule. "Thanks for dinner." You bowed.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"All the best with your schedule."
"Sorry I can't send you home. Please take care! Text me when you're home."
"Why are you acting like a boyfriend?"
"I'm just worried. Don't be like that."
"Good bye." Grinning, you waved and walked in the direction of the bus stop.
"Wait." He called after you. Walking a few steps towards you, he pulled you into a hug. You felt slightly awkward, with people looking over - Seung Ho didn't usually get so intimate in public. "Yah, Seung Ho..."
"Please be careful." He whispered, letting you go and waving as he entered a van. You watched the van drive out of sight, not failing to notice that people were staring at your direction. Tilting your head down, your avoided gazes and continued on your way to the bus stop. A group of girls were whispering furiously, but hushed each other as you got closer to them.
A bus stopped in front of you then, and you hopped on thankfully. Paying for your ride and getting a seat at the far back, you leaned your head against the cool glass window and peered outside. The girls were looking at you, and you resisted the urge to stick you tongue out at them. A sudden ring from your phone stopped you.
One new message.
Flipping your phone open a bit too enthusiastically, you read: I'm coming over tonight, will you be free?
There was a smiley at the end, and you smiling to yourself until you realized that this message didn't come from Seung Ho, but from your supposed-crush that you lied to Seung Ho about. He was actually just a friend - okay, maybe a close friend. It had been quite some time since you had seen him. When you thought about it further - it was after Seung Ho returned that you didn't meet up with him much.
Feeling guilty, you replied that you were free and that he could drop later. After hitting the send button, you paused for a bit. There was no denying how much you wished it was Seung Ho who texted you when your message tone rang.
It rang again, and you flipped your phone open nonchalantly.
Hope you enjoyed dinner as much as I did.
Am really, sincerely, very sorry I couldn't send you home : (
I'll make it up to you : D Promise!
Please have a pleasant trip home - because mine isn't really pleasant.
I'm really worried I won't do well at the radio show, because I can still taste you on my lips and it's pretty distracting.
If you had a mirror then, you would see that you were smiling at the phone - with very, very flushed cheeks.
[ x 07end x ]
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Chocolate [ chapter 6 ]
06 - the first calm
"Teacher, teacher!" A student came running towards you, her pigtails bobbing really adorably as she made her way over.
"What's wrong Annie?" You bent down and let her throw herself into your arms. Class had just ended for that day - and you were looking forward to spending some time enjoying cakes at the cafe nearby.
"There's - there's a man at the gate!" Annie half-shouted, almost out of breath from her running.
"Hmm? A man? Does he look dangerous?" You stood up, carrying her and making your way out of the classroom.
"Yes. No." Annie reached out to hug your neck. "He's wearing weird stuff, but I think he looks like a nice man, teacher."
"Nice man indeed." You concluded as you stepped through the doors of the kindergarden. Catching sight of a familiar figure near the gates, you put Annie down. "Did he do anything to you?" You asked out of concern as a teacher would when her student came across strangers. Especially when the stranger was in such a mysterious get up: Cap, shades, scarf, trenchcoat and sport shoes. Very questionable.
"He gave everyone a candy!" Annie said excitedly, fishing one out from her pocket. Looking at the candy then at Seung Ho, you realized there were kids around him - all smiling and talking to him. "Teacher! He also told me to give you one and tell you he's here." Annie grabbed your hand, placed a candy on your palm and skipped off.
Making your way over to Seung Ho who was now at the center of a dancing ring of children, you folded your arms over your chest. The children stopped circling him when you approached, and ran over to you. They shouted at you simultaneously, very happy about the candy they had just received. "Don't you remember not to take candy from strangers?" You asked the children, giving Seung Ho a mean look.
"But Teacher! He said he's your boyfriend - if he's your boyfriend, he's not a stranger right?"
Shaking your head, you refused to reply and shushed them over to the bus that came just in time to save you from awkward accusations. The kids got onto the bus noisily and waved goodbye to you and Seung Ho. A kind smile settled onto Seung Ho's face as he waved back. Your intentions of being mean to him for his unexpected appearance and false statements faded at the sight of his smile. Sighing at your weak will, you smiled at him. "So, why are you here?"
"For this." Seung Ho held a card out. You gave him the most puzzled expression you could manage. Then in the next instant, the card was flipped and a single rose replaced it. Dumbstruck, you stared at the magician with your mouth open - trying to say something, but to no avail. "You're welcome." He grinned, as he passed the rose to you. "I came to take you out on a date. I know it's really sudden, but I hope you'll agree! It's one of my sudden day-offs." He sounded sincere. Very sincere.
You tried to resist -
"Sure, I'll go with you."
[ x ]
The weather was wonderful, it was one of those rare days where it didn't rain - and the clouds were fluffy white instead of their usual gloomy grey for the season. The blue sky decorated with the tiny white fluffs - it was such a good day to be out. For a picnic, a short trip to the beach - or maybe just a nice walk in the park.
Despite that - you had spent the last hour in your living room, with the aircon on - sitting on the sofa with a certain leader of an idol group.
If it wasn't for the fact that Seung Ho had bought you cakes as compensation - you would have never agered to staying indoors. "I don't want to risk us getting mobbed." He explained. "Plus, I won't be able to spend time properly with you in public. If someone recognized us, it would be a lot of trouble."
Taking another bite of the chocolate cake, you corrected him. "You mean, if someone recognizes you. I don't remember ever needing to keep a low profile in public." You stuck your tongue out after swallowing. Seung Ho looked defeated. He smiled, then rephrase. "No, really. I meant us. I would worry if we ran into someone from high school." There was a trace of bitterness in his voice, so you changed the topic.
"This cake is really good! Where did you buy it?"
It worked. A smile took over Seung Ho's expression. "Do you like it? I bought it from a bakery near our dorm. It's usually sold out!" Clapping your hands in appreciation for him getting such a rare cake for you, you took another bite and gave him an appreciative smile. "Thank you, oppa." You thanked him sincerely.
Despite the fact that he had confessed to liking your use of that word when referring to him, Seung Ho immediately turned away upon hearing it. He looked down, flustered and shy - but with a satisfied smile on his face. "Oh, and."
He grabbed his bag and rummaged in it for a bit. Keeping his hands inside, he asked you to close your eyes. Half of you wanted to be stubborn and refuse, but Seung Ho looked so excited you just did as you were told. When you closed your eyes, you felt him slip something into your hands.
Cloth?
You wanted to ask, but he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "Since I can't go around walking in public and shopping with you, I thought you deserved to at least get something."
Opening your eyes slowly, you looked at your hands. A familiar-looking white dress was folded nicely in your grasp. Lifting your head to look at Seung Ho's smiling face - you realized tears were rolling down your cheeks.
[ x ]
"Ahhh, I want to get married!" You exclaimed to the sky, the trees and the flowers - and probably to Seung Ho. It was a breezy Friday afternoon and club activities had just ended . There was a nice field near the school where the both of you liked to hang out at. You were both lying at a secluded part of the field, with trees shading you from above and the occasional flower petal descending from the branches.
There was a chuckle in reply. "Who do you want to marry?" Seung Ho grabbed a leaf that fell on his uniform and threw it at you face. Slapping his hand away, you pouted. "I don't know. It doesn't matter now - I just really want to wear a wedding dress!"
"Wedding dress?" He sounded mildly bored, mildly curious.
"Yeah! Did you notice the new wedding planner in town? The wedding dresses on display are so beautiful!"
Seung Ho burst out in laughter, earning himself a few slaps to the chest. You sat up, annoyance drawn all over your face. "I wonder why I bother telling you." You hissed, and was about to get up and leave - but he pulled you back down.
You lost your balance from the sudden tug, and ungraciously on top of him. Trying not to blush, you moved to get up instantly, but he held on to you. "Are you angry?" He was looking into your eyes so intently while asking that your mind went blank for a moment.
"Uh, erm."
"You are. I'm sorry." He sighed, pulling you down a bit more to hug you. With your head on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat. His heart was thumping almost as crazily as yours was. It was nice to know you weren't the only one all worked up over the sudden initimately awkward position you both were in. "Hey, let me go. Someone might see us." You whispered, but you kept your burning cheeks on his chest anyway.
"Who's going to come by here at this hour? Why would you mind anyway?"
"I don't want anyone to misunderstand, that's all."
"Well, if someone misunderstands anything - I'll take responsibility."
You laughed. "Don't make it sound wrong! What kind of responsibility can you take, President Yang Seung Ho?"
"Well, let's see." Even though you couldn't see his face, you were sure he was grinning. "If someone thinks we're dozing off here, I'll just say we have been hardworking students and deserve a break. Mind you, I have been getting pretty good grades. Not too sure about you, though."
You smacked his arm (he only laughed in response) and waited for him to continue.
"If someone thinks I'm taking advantage of you, I'll tell him I would never - because my limbs would have been all torn off by you before I would succeed."
"I'm not that violent!" You protested. Then you paused, thinking. "Okay. Nevermind. Continue."
"If someone thought we were doing inappropriate under aged things here - I'll beat them up and make them swear not to tell anyone."
Rolling your eyes, you smacked him again.
"And lastly, if someone thought we were dating - I'd tell them I do sincerely want to."
[ x ]
"Hey, hey - why are you crying. Did I do something wrong? Is it the dress?" Seung Ho looked worried. Worried, and afraid. He reached out wanting to comfort you, but didn't dare to touch you in case it made things worse. Nodding, you hurriedly wiped your tears away. In between sobs, you managed to mutter "Yes. It's the dress."
"If you don't like it I'll take it back." He apologized, reaching out to take the dress back. You slapped his hand away, immediately placing a look of fear on his face. Upon sight of his expression, you laughed - or you somehow manged to in between your sobs.
Launching yourself at him, you hugged him. Fingers aimlessly weaving through his hair as you continued sobbing. Then you started whispering 'thank you's. "How did you know, Seung Ho... how? That dress....how?"
Seung Ho stroked your hair, trying to calm your sobs. You could feel him smile against your wet cheeks when he answered. "I caught you staring at the dress through the display window many times. You always took a weird detour after school, I followed."
"You stalker."
"Yeah. Aren't you glad?" One of his hands move to your waist, you pretended not to notice.
"If I said no?"
"If you said no." There was a pause, and you felt his breath on your ear. "I'll spend all of today just to make you change your mind." His fingers at your waist slipped under your top, and you shivered at the contact of his fingers on your skin. "You're always out to change my mind, Yang Seung Ho."
"So you noticed."
"In the most evil of ways."
"The sexiest ways of ways, you mean."
"No, I-" A surprised moan escaped your lips as Seung Ho shifted his hand upwards. With his fingers lazily caressing your skin, your breaths shortened. "Stop it!" You whimpered, when his fingers moved on to trace along your spine. "Really." Seung Ho half-asked. "You really want me to stop?"
Without waiting for an answer, he broke the embrace and moved back - separating himself from you. A look of displease appeared on your face involuntary. Seung Ho saw, and grinned.
"You want me, don't you?"
Rolling your eyes at him, you flung the small pillow on the sofa at him. He caught it - and to be honest you never believed it would hit him anyway - and the accomplished grin was still plastered on his face. You couldn't help but smile in response.
"Thank you so much, oppa."
[ x 06end x ]
"Teacher, teacher!" A student came running towards you, her pigtails bobbing really adorably as she made her way over.
"What's wrong Annie?" You bent down and let her throw herself into your arms. Class had just ended for that day - and you were looking forward to spending some time enjoying cakes at the cafe nearby.
"There's - there's a man at the gate!" Annie half-shouted, almost out of breath from her running.
"Hmm? A man? Does he look dangerous?" You stood up, carrying her and making your way out of the classroom.
"Yes. No." Annie reached out to hug your neck. "He's wearing weird stuff, but I think he looks like a nice man, teacher."
"Nice man indeed." You concluded as you stepped through the doors of the kindergarden. Catching sight of a familiar figure near the gates, you put Annie down. "Did he do anything to you?" You asked out of concern as a teacher would when her student came across strangers. Especially when the stranger was in such a mysterious get up: Cap, shades, scarf, trenchcoat and sport shoes. Very questionable.
"He gave everyone a candy!" Annie said excitedly, fishing one out from her pocket. Looking at the candy then at Seung Ho, you realized there were kids around him - all smiling and talking to him. "Teacher! He also told me to give you one and tell you he's here." Annie grabbed your hand, placed a candy on your palm and skipped off.
Making your way over to Seung Ho who was now at the center of a dancing ring of children, you folded your arms over your chest. The children stopped circling him when you approached, and ran over to you. They shouted at you simultaneously, very happy about the candy they had just received. "Don't you remember not to take candy from strangers?" You asked the children, giving Seung Ho a mean look.
"But Teacher! He said he's your boyfriend - if he's your boyfriend, he's not a stranger right?"
Shaking your head, you refused to reply and shushed them over to the bus that came just in time to save you from awkward accusations. The kids got onto the bus noisily and waved goodbye to you and Seung Ho. A kind smile settled onto Seung Ho's face as he waved back. Your intentions of being mean to him for his unexpected appearance and false statements faded at the sight of his smile. Sighing at your weak will, you smiled at him. "So, why are you here?"
"For this." Seung Ho held a card out. You gave him the most puzzled expression you could manage. Then in the next instant, the card was flipped and a single rose replaced it. Dumbstruck, you stared at the magician with your mouth open - trying to say something, but to no avail. "You're welcome." He grinned, as he passed the rose to you. "I came to take you out on a date. I know it's really sudden, but I hope you'll agree! It's one of my sudden day-offs." He sounded sincere. Very sincere.
You tried to resist -
"Sure, I'll go with you."
[ x ]
The weather was wonderful, it was one of those rare days where it didn't rain - and the clouds were fluffy white instead of their usual gloomy grey for the season. The blue sky decorated with the tiny white fluffs - it was such a good day to be out. For a picnic, a short trip to the beach - or maybe just a nice walk in the park.
Despite that - you had spent the last hour in your living room, with the aircon on - sitting on the sofa with a certain leader of an idol group.
If it wasn't for the fact that Seung Ho had bought you cakes as compensation - you would have never agered to staying indoors. "I don't want to risk us getting mobbed." He explained. "Plus, I won't be able to spend time properly with you in public. If someone recognized us, it would be a lot of trouble."
Taking another bite of the chocolate cake, you corrected him. "You mean, if someone recognizes you. I don't remember ever needing to keep a low profile in public." You stuck your tongue out after swallowing. Seung Ho looked defeated. He smiled, then rephrase. "No, really. I meant us. I would worry if we ran into someone from high school." There was a trace of bitterness in his voice, so you changed the topic.
"This cake is really good! Where did you buy it?"
It worked. A smile took over Seung Ho's expression. "Do you like it? I bought it from a bakery near our dorm. It's usually sold out!" Clapping your hands in appreciation for him getting such a rare cake for you, you took another bite and gave him an appreciative smile. "Thank you, oppa." You thanked him sincerely.
Despite the fact that he had confessed to liking your use of that word when referring to him, Seung Ho immediately turned away upon hearing it. He looked down, flustered and shy - but with a satisfied smile on his face. "Oh, and."
He grabbed his bag and rummaged in it for a bit. Keeping his hands inside, he asked you to close your eyes. Half of you wanted to be stubborn and refuse, but Seung Ho looked so excited you just did as you were told. When you closed your eyes, you felt him slip something into your hands.
Cloth?
You wanted to ask, but he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "Since I can't go around walking in public and shopping with you, I thought you deserved to at least get something."
Opening your eyes slowly, you looked at your hands. A familiar-looking white dress was folded nicely in your grasp. Lifting your head to look at Seung Ho's smiling face - you realized tears were rolling down your cheeks.
[ x ]
"Ahhh, I want to get married!" You exclaimed to the sky, the trees and the flowers - and probably to Seung Ho. It was a breezy Friday afternoon and club activities had just ended . There was a nice field near the school where the both of you liked to hang out at. You were both lying at a secluded part of the field, with trees shading you from above and the occasional flower petal descending from the branches.
There was a chuckle in reply. "Who do you want to marry?" Seung Ho grabbed a leaf that fell on his uniform and threw it at you face. Slapping his hand away, you pouted. "I don't know. It doesn't matter now - I just really want to wear a wedding dress!"
"Wedding dress?" He sounded mildly bored, mildly curious.
"Yeah! Did you notice the new wedding planner in town? The wedding dresses on display are so beautiful!"
Seung Ho burst out in laughter, earning himself a few slaps to the chest. You sat up, annoyance drawn all over your face. "I wonder why I bother telling you." You hissed, and was about to get up and leave - but he pulled you back down.
You lost your balance from the sudden tug, and ungraciously on top of him. Trying not to blush, you moved to get up instantly, but he held on to you. "Are you angry?" He was looking into your eyes so intently while asking that your mind went blank for a moment.
"Uh, erm."
"You are. I'm sorry." He sighed, pulling you down a bit more to hug you. With your head on his chest, you could feel his heartbeat. His heart was thumping almost as crazily as yours was. It was nice to know you weren't the only one all worked up over the sudden initimately awkward position you both were in. "Hey, let me go. Someone might see us." You whispered, but you kept your burning cheeks on his chest anyway.
"Who's going to come by here at this hour? Why would you mind anyway?"
"I don't want anyone to misunderstand, that's all."
"Well, if someone misunderstands anything - I'll take responsibility."
You laughed. "Don't make it sound wrong! What kind of responsibility can you take, President Yang Seung Ho?"
"Well, let's see." Even though you couldn't see his face, you were sure he was grinning. "If someone thinks we're dozing off here, I'll just say we have been hardworking students and deserve a break. Mind you, I have been getting pretty good grades. Not too sure about you, though."
You smacked his arm (he only laughed in response) and waited for him to continue.
"If someone thinks I'm taking advantage of you, I'll tell him I would never - because my limbs would have been all torn off by you before I would succeed."
"I'm not that violent!" You protested. Then you paused, thinking. "Okay. Nevermind. Continue."
"If someone thought we were doing inappropriate under aged things here - I'll beat them up and make them swear not to tell anyone."
Rolling your eyes, you smacked him again.
"And lastly, if someone thought we were dating - I'd tell them I do sincerely want to."
[ x ]
"Hey, hey - why are you crying. Did I do something wrong? Is it the dress?" Seung Ho looked worried. Worried, and afraid. He reached out wanting to comfort you, but didn't dare to touch you in case it made things worse. Nodding, you hurriedly wiped your tears away. In between sobs, you managed to mutter "Yes. It's the dress."
"If you don't like it I'll take it back." He apologized, reaching out to take the dress back. You slapped his hand away, immediately placing a look of fear on his face. Upon sight of his expression, you laughed - or you somehow manged to in between your sobs.
Launching yourself at him, you hugged him. Fingers aimlessly weaving through his hair as you continued sobbing. Then you started whispering 'thank you's. "How did you know, Seung Ho... how? That dress....how?"
Seung Ho stroked your hair, trying to calm your sobs. You could feel him smile against your wet cheeks when he answered. "I caught you staring at the dress through the display window many times. You always took a weird detour after school, I followed."
"You stalker."
"Yeah. Aren't you glad?" One of his hands move to your waist, you pretended not to notice.
"If I said no?"
"If you said no." There was a pause, and you felt his breath on your ear. "I'll spend all of today just to make you change your mind." His fingers at your waist slipped under your top, and you shivered at the contact of his fingers on your skin. "You're always out to change my mind, Yang Seung Ho."
"So you noticed."
"In the most evil of ways."
"The sexiest ways of ways, you mean."
"No, I-" A surprised moan escaped your lips as Seung Ho shifted his hand upwards. With his fingers lazily caressing your skin, your breaths shortened. "Stop it!" You whimpered, when his fingers moved on to trace along your spine. "Really." Seung Ho half-asked. "You really want me to stop?"
Without waiting for an answer, he broke the embrace and moved back - separating himself from you. A look of displease appeared on your face involuntary. Seung Ho saw, and grinned.
"You want me, don't you?"
Rolling your eyes at him, you flung the small pillow on the sofa at him. He caught it - and to be honest you never believed it would hit him anyway - and the accomplished grin was still plastered on his face. You couldn't help but smile in response.
"Thank you so much, oppa."
[ x 06end x ]
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