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nfthirstybites · 7 months

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THE SURPRISE

"Happy Birthday, Seunghyub!" you muttered under your breath, practicing the lines that you were planning to tell Seunghyub in front of the mirror at the women's comfort room.

You held a deep sigh as you felt your heart throbbing so fast.

No matter what you do you can't ease the nervousness away.

You gave yourself one last glance into the mirror, checking if the long trench coat perfectly fits you before making your way to Seunghyub's studio.

Working hours are over and only a few staff are around.

And knowing how diligent Seunghyub is, you know that he was still working on his studio, even in late hours.

The throbbing of your heart won't fade away and the closer you get to his studio, the faster it becomes.

You actually both feel nervous and scared at the same time.

Because you think Seunghyub is mad at you. He had been ignoring you for the rest of the day after asking him why he was anticipating a gift from you.

Truth is, you actually know it's his birthday. You just wanna make fun of him.

But his sulky Seunghyub didn't buy it and took the joke seriously.

You held one more deep sigh before knowing at the studio's door and he answered instantly after.

The serious look on his face tells you that he was not really pleased to see you, that you even think that he wouldn't let you come in.

"What can I do for you?" You heard Seunghyub ask with his stern voice, folding his arms as you locked the door behind you.

"Are you busy?" You still dare to ask the obvious even though you instantly notice the scattered papers and his notebook on his table.

"Obviously," he answered, sarcastically.

But you ignored his sarcasm and pulled up a chair to sit beside him.

He didn't say anything and just watched you settle yourself.

"So what do you want?" He asked again, staring as if he was scanning you.

The beating of your heart doubled with the thought of him noticing your surprise.

His eyes move down and up until finally reaching your eyes, locking you into gaze.

You manage to look away instantly.

"If you really have something to tell me, hurry up coz I dont really have much time to play games with you today," you heard him say bitterly as he moved his gaze back to his monitor.

And now you struggle to find words to say until your eyes catch the can of beer that he is probably drinking.

"Nothing! I just wanna drink with you," you told him foolishly, grabbing the beer can instantly and taking a sip of it.

"Yah!! You are not drinking!" He cried, scolding you, taking away your hand immediately.

And you almost choke because of the bitter taste of beer on your mouth.

"Seriously, what are you doing? Are you already out of your mind?" He scolded you once more, handing you his water tumbler and some tissues.

"Sorry…" you muttered shyly, feeling really embarrassed and ashamed of yourself.

"Just stay still if ever you feel yourself getting dizzy," he added as he started working on his computer again. "And please just tell me what you really want,"

You don't know whether it was the alcohol or your free will but you just found yourself dragging Seunghyub closer to you.

"THERAPY!" you cried, giggling as you felt the heating of your cheeks.

And you caught him by surprise when you kissed his lips all of a sudden.

You instantly break the kiss amd.you giggled once more when you saw how shocked he was.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he blurted out, feeling your kiss.

You only giggle as you brush your lips against his for the second time, showering him sweet but aggressive kisses.

And it didn't take long for him to respond, making the kiss even longer.

You only break the kiss when both of you are completely out of breath.

Both of you are now panting as you notice Seunghyub staring at you with dark eyes, probably thinking of how to undress you.

You can't stop giggling when you see the look on his face.

"More?" you asked, teasing him as you found his way down his pants and kneel in front of him.

"Yah, what the hell do you think you are doing?" He hissed annoyingly at you.

You didn't answer, instead you moved your hand up and down along his now visible bulge.

You giggled once again when you heard Seunghyub groaning.

"Don't you dare tease me! " he growled in between deep breaths.

Now you are sure it was the alcohol when slowly unzips and pulls down his pants, revealing his now angry manhood.

"DON'T TEASE ME!" Seunghyub hissed at you once more.

But you answered him with silly giggles again as you started stroking his manhood up and down.

You hear him groan as you lick the tip of his length before slowly pushing it inside your mouth.

A smile curved on your lips as you watched Seunghyub groan and moan as you started sucking the tip of his manhood while pumping the base at the same time.

The sound of his deep breaths while his manhood went in and out of your mouth makes you feel things too.

You pull out instantly as you feel his member twitch inside your mouth.

You giggled once again at the sight of his juices spilling.

"YAH!" He blurted, panting. "That was it?"

You then slowly stood up in front him and slowly unbuttoned the trench coat that you are wearing.

"This is my gift," you told him, finally revealing your perfectly naked body.

"Happy Birthday, Lee Seunhyub " you greeted, giggling again.

A smirk curved on Seunghyub's lips before he pulled you to his arms and gave you more aggressive kisses.

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kbandtrash · 1 year

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Fell From the Sky (Hwayugi-inspired AU) (Part 4)

~Rachel~

Masterlist

When Cha Hun fell from the sky and landed at your feet, you had no idea he’d bring your entire world crashing down with him.

Cha Hun x Reader

(It has been a year almost to the day since part 3 lol if anyone actually reads this series I'm so sorry but I promise the next part will be the last one)

Warnings: mentions of violence, near-death experience

Word Count: 3.3k

“I think I fell in love with a human,” Kwangjin said, avoiding your gazes. “And I don’t know what to do about it.”

You and Hun exchanged worried glances with each other; you had never expected this, especially from Kwangjin.

“Your options are the same as ours,” you stated solemnly. You can continue meeting her in secret, you could descend to be with her…”

“Or I could come forward,” Kwangjin said. He didn’t like any of those options. “It’s so dangerous to visit the human world, but I’ve worked too hard to give up now.”

Two predicaments of love was too many. Hun leaned his head on your shoulder and you felt him sigh.

“How did you meet her?” you asked.

Kwangjin smiled. “Unexpectedly,” he answered.

The morning came hard and bright, without mercy. This was not the first time the boys had all ended up passed out at your house, but perhaps it felt more dangerous because there was some intent behind it this time.

Hun helped you pick the clothes that would aid your cause the most--that is to say nice, but not nice enough to appear prideful. Humble, but not humble enough to portray you as disposable. Luckily, the place the boys lived was close to you, so it wasn’t hard to stop at their place to pick something similar for Hun to wear. The others wanted to look nice as well, but they didn’t have the same pressure that the two of you faced. Everything had to be perfect, but those standards changed constantly and were nearly impossible to predict.

You approached the gates of the palace, and the boys stood supportively behind you and Hun. For the first time, you laced your fingers with his in public.

“Ah, I want to tease you,” Hwerseung sighed from behind you.

“Let’s see a kiss for good luck,” Seunghyub suggested cheekily.

You turned around to give him a dirty look as Hun protested vocally, but Jaehyun furthered the request. So the two of you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Two hundred years had passed, and what was the point of waiting any longer? So you obliged their silly demand, and as short as it was, it made your heart race. Perhaps soon you might get to do that whenever you wanted.

The stupid grin on Hun’s face must have matched yours. You felt confident now.

“Let’s go in,” Hun said. You nodded.

But the doors swung open on their own, revealing the court. The aura was a stark contrast from the joy you were sharing with your friends.

Your heart racing at a different beat, you looked again to Hun for reassurance. We’ll be fine, his expression seemed to say, although you could tell he wasn’t sure he believed that. So you entered the court and the gate closed behind you.

“The elder gods were of a particularly bad temper that day,” Kwangjin recalled solemnly. “Even though lately, they’ve been less oppressive about courtship in the heavens, they’re still volatile, and these two just ended up with the short end of the stick that day.”

“Did they force her to descend?” Hwan asked.

“No, she’s not descended like us,” Seungseok reminded him.

“They tried to end her life altogether,” Hun said, finally speaking up.

“After all we’ve done for you?” one of the elders scoffed. “We gave you a second chance at ascension, and this is how you repay us?”

You tried to argue your case, but they were having none of it. “It’s been nearly two hundred y--”

“Your responsibilities to us outweigh your personal desires,” another deity snapped.

“Your arrogance is astounding,” another chimed in condescendingly.

You fell to your knees in a desperate bow. “Please,” you begged,” this is the only thing I’ve ever asked of you.”

Hun knelt next to you. “She has been nothing but obedient since the day she entered the gates of the heavens,” he pled, “and so have I.”

A discontented murmur raced through the council.

“Is this what you call obedience?” the eldest of the gods sneered, standing up and drawing their sword. They looked down at you and the eye contact sent chills down your spine. This was the end, and you knew it. “How impertinent.”

“The elders were much angrier with her than they were with Hun, and they quite nearly killed her in their rage,” Kwangjin recounted solemnly. “We heard the commotion, and this could have been stupid of us, but we couldn’t do nothing. We opened the doors ourselves to try to intervene.”

Cheolmin’s eyes widened in shock. “And they still let you all live?”

Kwangjin wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. “We had to beg for our own lives before they would allow us to beg for hers, and even then, it didn’t look good for any of us.

“Until you stepped in,” Hun recalled.

Kwangjin lowered his head humbly. “I had my own reasons as well, you know that.”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that you saved everyone.”

Kwangjin looked up again, and there were tears in his eyes as he smiled. “I offered my status in the heavens as collateral,” he said. “I said I would descend if they would save her and leave the rest of them alone. Normally, I don’t think they would take a deal like that, but they were intrigued.”

Kwangjin’s phone buzzed on the table, interrupting the story.

“Ah, is it already that time?” Hwan asked, checking his watch.

“I can just tell her to meet me at home today,” Kwangjin said, unlocking his phone to answer the text.

“Why? Your wife hasn’t met Hun yet?” Seungseok wondered.

“She always meets you here after work,” Cheolmin added. “She’ll get suspicious.”

“We met once,” Hun said. “She helped me pick out the coat (Y/N) wore today.”

“That sounds like her,” Seungseok said with a smile, which quickly fell. “Does that mean she knows about (Y/N), too?”

“Not in detail, but she knows why I look after her,” Kwangjin answered, setting his phone down. “She’s coming like normal, so we should wrap up our story quickly.”

The memory of the eldest deity’s sword piercing through your body woke you in a cold sweat. Your clock told you it was nearly 3 am, but you were wide awake now. The nightmare that had woken you felt too real to have just been a conjuration of your imagination, but it felt too far away to be true. As you grasped for the details of your dream, they disappeared, leaving a headache behind in their place.

Everything about the previous day had been so strange and so familiar. Truthfully, nothing about your life felt quite like it fit. You felt out of place from your surroundings and the people you knew, and now that you looked for them, all your memories were just out of reach. You had a feeling that Hun knew the answers because he was the only thing that had felt like he fit, maybe ever.

You curled up in your bed, trying to neutralize your pounding head by squeezing it between your arms. Tears leaked through your closed eyes as you tried to reach through the empty space to find something to hold onto, but it was trying to grab water. You knew there was something you missed terribly, and you felt it every day, but there was nothing you knew to be missing.

Kwangjin’s restaurant made it feel better, and Hun had made you feel almost whole again, but that made no sense. You had never met him before--even though you had been in love with him for centuries.

You had been in love with him for centuries.

Centuries?

Images surfaced in your mind of a place, sunny and bright, where you had spent a long, long time. You knew it as somewhere you used to call home--and he had been there with you. That was the time you missed so much, and your heart ached more for it.

While you still had the picture in your mind, you reached for your journal and wrote down everything you remembered. It felt more like an imaginative retelling of a dream, but you could feel it resonate in your heart as something that used to be part of you.

You woke up hours later with your journal and a pen still in your hand, the pages covered in not much more than chicken scratch. What of it that you could read was nonsense, and most of it was either, “I miss you,” or, “I love you.” Shaking your head and sighing, you closed the journal and set it back in its place on your nightstand. You must have slept terribly.

Looking at your clock, you realized you still had a few hours before you had to get up, so you gratefully wrapped yourself back up snugly in your sheets and dreamed another dream.

Your grip on his hand and on reality became looser by the moment. Hweseung had tried to use some of his divine power to heal you, but it was pretty much useless against a wound inflicted by the elder gods. Your skin was ashen and cold from the blood loss, and even though Hun was shaking, he felt warm.

“Just a bit longer. You just have to hold on until sundown,” he encouraged you.

“I’ll never see you again, will I?” you whispered.

“I’ll find a way,” he promised. “I won’t let you be alone for long.”

His skin glowed in the golden hour of the sunset. You kept your focus on his eyes; his beauty distracted you from the pain, both from your wounds and from the thought of what would happen next. Your eyes welled up with tears as you fought for the strength to hold him in your arms.

The light was fading from the sky.

Kwangjin returned to the courtyard, the few things he was allowed to take with him wrapped up neatly in a bundle. “You’ll make it,” he assured you as he knelt down next to you. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You nodded weakly. “I’ll repay you,” you promised.

He shook his head. “There’s nothing to repay.” He set his hand on Hun’s shoulder and then pulled him into an embrace. “Make sure Seunghyub eats enough. He looks too thin these days for how much he does.”

Hun realized the shift that was about to occur within their little group meant more than just you and Kwangjin going away. Responsibility was going to shift, and Kwangjin was leaving one last gift of guidance to help Hun manage it.

“Hit Jaehyun over the head if you need to--he needs to sleep whether he feels like it or not.”

Hun bit back a laugh with the tears that were threatening to spill.

“And even though Hweseung is cute, he knows it and he’s dangerous. Don’t let him get away with too much.”

You laid a light hand on top of Hun’s knee. “Let them help you, too,” you admonished. “Don’t be alone.” You reached for his arm and stroked it with your thumb. “Please.”

The last rays of the sun disappeared, and without knowing whether he accepted your counsel, so did your dream.

You called into work sick, although it was ridiculous that you had to do that in the first place. You were a divine being; they should be shaking with fear and begging you to bless their company with good fortune.

With a pass of your hand over your burned coat sleeve, you restored it to its original state. You now recognized it as something Hun would have picked out for you, and it was now even more precious to you.

Having your memories stolen and your power repressed had never been mentioned as part of being sentenced to live on earth. You were done. You were far more powerful than you had ever let on, and at last, you were going to use it. However, now you were surrounded by mortals, and your anger made it hard to control your power, so you had to get out of here fast.

But you were not leaving without him.

Seungseok could feel you coming as soon as you got to the nearest subway station, and he was rightfully terrified. He knew he wasn’t the one who was going to get hurt, but he understood that that kind of power required a ridiculous amount of control, which you might not have right then.

“Hyung!” he shouted to Kwangjin. The store had yet to open, thankfully. “Hyung, she knows.”

Kwangjin understood what Seungseok meant by the sudden pallor of his face.

Hun was woken up by the buzz of Kwangjin’s wife’s phone, which was left for him in case of an emergency.

“Hun, you have to come by the restaurant now.”

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around for his slippers. “You have three trained employees, and I am not one of them.”

“Hun,” Kwangjin snapped as the door to his restaurant flew open, “(Y/N) is here and she needs to talk to you now.”

Hun pulled the phone away from his face and looked at it. Had he actually just heard that? “I promised her I would tell her everything, remember? I can’t just go there because she’s curious.”

“No, you won’t need to tell her anything. She knows.”

This had to be a cool, wishful dream, because there was no way you had magically remembered everything overnight, not with whatever block they had placed on you. But, then again, you were determined and very powerful. If it could happen to anyone, it would be you.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He was still too tired to decide if this was real or not. His senses were all working fine, and his sense of balance was definitely correct. He definitely felt awake. The cold on his face outside definitely felt real, but even when he got to the restaurant and felt your aura, looked into your eyes, it felt impossible.

“You took too long,” you joked, really seeing him this time.

“I came as fast as I could.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “You took too long coming to find me here.”

He had left you alone on this world too long, you were right. He hoped you would let him make up for lost time, and he was not disappointed as you pulled him into your arms.

Your energy was wide open in allowing him to feel all of your emotions. He was worried that it was so strong that the humans might feel it, but at the same time, he knew that this was only for him.

“We have to go back,” you said. “I need to make sure they know they made a mistake.”

Hun hid his face in your shoulder. “I just want to hide here for a little bit.”

“The longer you’re here, the longer the others are in danger,” you reminded him, but your tone was understanding. “I can’t let anything else happen to them.”

He held you just a little tighter for a moment. “Okay.” he conceded. “I think the kids want to talk to you first, though.”

Cheolmin, Hwan, and Seungseok had been watching you not so subtly from the kitchen. Now that you knew who you were, you recognized them, too.

“Oh, I do know you boys,” you noted. “Where’s the fourth one?”

Hun cut in. “He’s ours now. You know we’re always best when we’re five.”

Oh, that was uncommon. “You’ll have to tell me that story another time,” you said, “after I get some revenge.”

Hun held you at an arm’s length to take you in. “You’re very different than you were before they forced you out,” he remarked.

He was right about that. You used to take anything, do anything asked of you. You were so quiet, especially as the time led up to your plans to come forward. He was relieved to see you changed like this.

“I’f fighting for you now--for us. Things are going to have to change.” You looked back over at the boys in the kitchen, and over to Kwangjin sitting at a table pensively. “You don’t want any part of this, though, do you?”

Kwangjin almost laughed as he shook his head. “I’m happy here now. I wouldn’t mind a visit every now and then, but I would never go back if I were given the choice.”

You looked back at the kids. “And you?”

“It’s been hard,” Cheolmin stepped forward, “but I think I would have to say the same.”

Hwan nodded. “It may be a bit boring, but it’s safe.”

“We get to choose what to do with our own lives now,” Seungseok said, ��and that was something we would never have gotten to do as divine beings.”

“Our only duty is to ourselves and the people we love,” Kwangjin agreed.

The sentiment was so wonderful that you wished you could join them, but as you looked back at Hun and you thought of your friends and all the other divine beings you had met and loved, you knew your fate was going to be much different than that of Kwangjin and the boys.

“We should go.”

Hun nodded in agreement, although he was starting to think that being human would be a pretty nice deal, too. “There’s just one thing I want to do first.” You raised an eyebrow and he glanced over at the other boys. “Maybe not in front of them, though, maybe.”

“Whatever you’re about to do, please go far away, because I don’t want to know,” Seungseok said, averting both his eyes and his whole body from the two of you. “I’m already getting so much TMI from the energy you’re both spewing right now.”

“Message received,” you laughed. “We’ll return and report once we win our fight.” Cheolmin opened his mouth for one more request, but you beat him to it. “And I will personally make sure that Dongsung stays safe.”

The boys exploded into touched whispers. “She remembered his name,” Cheolmin said with a sniffle.

“He’s our precious baby now. We take good care of him, too,” Hun told you.

“Even Hweseung?” you asked, surprised. “He’s not jealous?”

“Especially Hweseung.”

Now that your power was freed, you noticed that there was a lot that you didn’t think was there before. It was entirely possible that the elders had sealed away your power, and now that you felt the full extent of your broken seal, you were almost sure that had happened, because you felt as powerful as an elder god.

So, as you and Hun walked hand in hand out of the restaurant, you used some of this new power to take you to your apartment in an instant. You took advantage of your privacy immediately. You pulled him as close as you could get him, and you kissed him almost like your life depended on it.

He wasn’t expecting it, but he leaned into it, losing his bearings as quickly as he had gained them. This new confidence of yours was dangerously attractive, and he was a little scared he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you now.

It really would be nice just to hide here for a bit like a human, but the sooner you returned to the heavens, the sooner he would be able to marry you properly, and then he could be all yours.

As his heart pounded and he gasped for breath, he told you it was time to leave. He kept to himself that if you didn’t go now, then it was going to be hard for him to keep controlling himself.

You were still almost as close as two people could be. He leaned his head forward so his forehead touched yours, and the next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your old house in the heavens.

Part 5

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hwiyoungslesbiangf · 2 years

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if youve been wondering where ive been, ive been writing nflying and sf9 fanfics <3

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yinxiong · 4 years

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my crime (was loving you)

muse: lee seunghyub x reader (3rd person perspective)

genre: florist x band au, angst + fluff

word count: 3575

warnings: none

summary: Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. And she was a fool to think he could ever be more than just a fuck.

notes: dug this out from my old wips and realized seunghyub was PERFECT for the character. probably not gonna get views but whatever. stan nflying <3

Lee Seunghyub tastes wild.

Wild mint, wild berries, wildfires.

It’s a taste she’s memorized from their countless stolen moments in the nightclub broom closet after his heart-stopping performances, from the roguish yet honeyed smiles he flashes her under the glare of stage lights just before he dives into the songs he spends too many sleepless nights writing.

Unknowing girls swoon at the thought of Lee Seunghyub serenading them with those words of sugar in that deep voice of his, and she can’t help but laugh at their naivety because the only love songs he ever writes are to his cat and his bandmates.

Not even to her.

Never her, because she had threatened to drown his apartment in flowers if he ever wrote a song suggesting that their relationship was worth anything more than lust and the agreement to help each other forget their respective heartbreaks.

(He still writes some anyways, but they’re all stashed away in a notebook hidden inside the old guitar case he leaves in the corner of his apartment she won’t ever care to check.)

Sometimes, he’ll taste of bitter alcohol and smoke— the latter she detests with her entire soul— the devil’s grin staining those ruby lips that she can’t stay away from no matter how she tells herself not to play with fire.

She burns up under his touch each time, but did anyone in this world ever actually have any bit of self-restraint when it came to pretty things?

After all, irrationality is the only crown she can afford to wear when he looks like jagged coal dusted with crushed diamonds, dragging her down into the flaming world he came from without a second’s hesitation.

(What she doesn’t know, though, is that each time he wakes up in her bed under the midday sun, a glass of water perched on the drawer by his pounding head, the only thing that crosses his mind is whether or not he should confess to her that the boundaries they’d set all those months ago under the dim light of his nightclub had long been crossed by his insolent and greedy heart.

Who would’ve known that this incandescent girl was not only able to make him forget about cheating ex-lovers after just one night of dancing beneath street lamps, but also had a laugh that sent him falling right back into the ocean he had sworn to never dive into again after the last disaster? Certainly not him.

At first, he quickly labeled it as another one of those false hopes that things would be different, that he wouldn’t be tricked into playing Eros’ game again, dismissing the idea of finding love without a second thought. Yet weeks later, when Jaehyun pointed out that he’d been staring at her glowing face for basically the entirety of their performance, it finally hit him that maybe this had become more than just a lustful fling with no strings attached.)

But she’d be a fool to ignore the fact that outside the dark walls of that fateful building, Lee Seunghyub was just a soft-hearted delinquent with a penchant for cats and Rococo paintings. While they have never really struck a chord in her before, she supposes there are only so many that can stumble into her little flower shop asking for a last-minute bouquet because he forgot that it was his sister’s birthday.

“Is this okay?” she moves her hands aside for him to take in the pink hydrangeas framed with perky violets for the early February date.

“It’s pretty,” he hums over his black face mask, slender fingers drumming on the counter as she rings up the register after dropping in a few boughs of baby’s breath to fill the gaps. “Like you.”

She barely catches the timid words mumbled underneath his breath and nearly chokes when it crosses her mind, but one peek at his rose dusted cheeks and widened eyes is enough to realize he hadn’t meant to say the afterthought aloud.

“Did you just call me pretty?”

He clears his throat and glances away. “Maybe.”

She almost flushes herself, because Lee Seunghyub doesn’t care for compliments when they’re not about his music or his tongue. But even if she wanted to believe that it meant something, something more than just watching him perform like he was born for the stage before dragging him off to one of their apartments to forget about the pains that no longer exist, the promise they had made back on that lonely September Friday lingers stronger than any possibility that they could spark an emotion far scarier than any of the deadly sins.

So she brushes it aside with the leftover flowers, handing him the bouquet along with the receipt and a few coins in change, complimentary expression of gratitude falling from her lips out of strict habit.

“I’ve never seen you so polite before,” he muses with a mischievous glint in his crescent eyes, a smile of moondust glowing clear against the afternoon sky. “maybe I should come around more often.”

“Please don’t,” she laughs, half-jokingly and half-serious, because the last thing she needed was to catch real feelings for this angel of a boy dressed in grim reaper’s clothing.

“Why not?”

I don’t want to see your face more than I have to.

“You’re going to chase all my customers away.”

(I’d rather be the only one you have.)

“Are you sure I won’t just bring you more?”

We’re both liars who don’t know if we’re actually capable of loving someone for real.

“I don’t need a horde of fangirls trampling my precious flowers,” she scoffs, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eyebrow as if to challenge his pride. “Though I suppose you don’t even have that many fans, to begin with.”

(Delicate hands he wants to hold not just in bed, but on a date. On several dates. At all his favorite places around the city; at all of hers.)

He leans close and smirks in reply. “But I have one dedicated fan right here in front of me.”

The roll of her eyes is automatic. “Don’t flatter yourself, maybe I’m just there for the drinks.”

“Maybe, but I’m pretty sure you’ve only touched one cup of alcohol every time for the past five weeks.”

“I wasn’t aware you kept tabs on my drinking habits.”

He shrugs as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. “Just making sure no one slips anything dangerous in.”

She’s not sure if he’s being serious, but it still comes out sweeter than either of them expected. “Oh. Well. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he smiles again, warm this time, and she wonders if this is the real Seunghyub her heart keeps fluttering for. “for the flowers. see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, watching his slim figure pad towards the glass door like a black cat. “See you tomorrow.”

(He wishes that he had asked her out on a date.

But who was he kidding? Just because they were in her flower shop and he wasn’t playing a song of lies didn’t mean they were capable of finding something real.

After all, it’s never real in the end.)

“You like him,” Doyoung says flatly the moment N.Flying’s last song ends, eyes fixed on her as she stirs her drink in hopes of feigning ignorance.

“Who?”

“The vocalist on piano,” her friend answers, disbelief lacing his words. “I saw you staring at him the entire time.”

Raising the cocktail to her lips, she sips the tragically sweet liquid while trying to formulate some kind of plausible excuse that Doyoung would probably see right through anyway. “He has an interesting face to look at.”

“Really? Then explain the weird look in your eyes and the blush that comes flaring up whenever he glanced in this direction.”

“I did not have a weird look in my eyes.”

“Uh, you so did,” he scoffs and pushes his phone under her nose. Grabbing hold of the device, she makes out the moonstruck expression painted across some dumb girl’s face. Wait, that’s her face.

“What the hell?”

“Shocking, I know,” Doyoung sighs, pulling his arm back before she can tear the phone from his grasp. “I could hardly recognize you myself.”

Raking her hands through her hair, she groans dramatically, “This is wrong, there is absolutely no way I looked like that—”

“Looked like what?”

Her blood runs cold when the devil slides into their booth, easily settling into the seat right across from her. She hates it, but his presence doesn’t make her as uncomfortable as she desires.

“Nothing,” she sniffs, turning her attention back to the stack of napkins sitting in the middle of the table. “Nothing.”

Seunghyub raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push further. A part of her wishes he does.

“What are you up to tonight?” he asks, playing with the paper umbrella in her abandoned martini. She probably only had about two sips, but something in her mind seems to tell her that she won’t be needing that much alcohol in her system tonight.

“Besides drinking and watching you stagger around onstage? Nothing much,” she shrugs, eyes darting around to look at anything but his face; the less attention she paid to him, the quicker he’ll leave. Or at least, that’s what she’s hoping. It’s not like she has never tried it on him before.

Doyoung gives her another judgemental stare from besides Seunghyub, and she mentally reminds herself to give him a good kick in the leg later. Maybe refuse to drive him home or something. Oh wait, he’s the designated driver tonight because he doesn’t trust her even though she’s only had half a martini. Ugh, maybe next time.

“What do you mean, ‘stagger around onstage,’” Seunghyub scoffs and picks up the glass to steal a gulp of the drink, blinking as it goes down. “Am I not good at dancing?”

Rolling her eyes, she plucks the glass out of his hand and downs the rest in a heartbeat. “You’re in a band, you suck at dancing. Come back when you can at least body roll without looking like a stiff caterpillar almost about to fall off its twig.”

She ignores Doyoung’s coughing fit in response to her sharp words, but Seunghyub looks rather amused as he lets the guy slip out from the booth and make a run for a glass of water.

“Feisty like always,” he chuckles, reaching out to flick a stray piece of hair perched on her shoulder. She catches herself before she flinches— it’s just a slight touch, why get so riled up now? “Though as much as I would love to argue with you over how unattractive my dancing is, I have something more important to ask you.”

It’s strange, how suspicious she is of everything today. Just those few words and she’s already in a state of panic. “Um, okay?”

So she waits.

Except, he’s not saying it. Or anything at all, for that matter.

“Uh, could we maybe like, go somewhere quieter?” If she weren’t so caught up in her own convolution of thoughts, she would’ve sworn that Lee Seunghyub actually sounded nervous.

But that’s none of her business, really.

“You can tell me right here, Seunghyub. No one’s gonna hear us, they’re all either too drunk or having too much fun on the dance floor.”

A beam of red light comes flashing over, briefly revealing his expression that isn’t quite unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights. And it’s then that the dread starts crawling out from the hole she had kept so well hidden for months.

“Do you, um— would you like to go out with me tomorrow?”

Her heart stops.

“I’m sorry, what?”

He blinks. Takes a breath, then tries again, “Go out with me. To lunch, or maybe dinner? Whatever you want, I mean.”

The club suddenly feels a hundred degrees warmer, yet she still can’t stop her blood from freezing over.

“Why?”

“Huh?” Just her luck, Seunghyub doesn’t seem like he’s aware of what kind of nonsense he’s spouting either. “What do you mean, ‘why’? Can’t I ask out someone I like?”

And that’s the sound of her mask breaking into thousands of little butterflies, fluttering off to a place where reality comes crashing down in flames without any chance of stopping.

“We’re not like that, Seunghyub.”

From the corner of her eye, she can still see the nightclub in a whirl— lights raging, drinks spilling, bodies twisting and swaying chaotically to the blaring music— but strangely, she can’t hear a single thing.

His eyes flicker in confusion as he studies her stony expression like an archaeologist discovering a new fossil.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

“We just… can’t. That’s not our relationship.”

“Then what is? Fuckbuddies pretending that feelings don’t exist?”

“Yes!” Wait. “No.” That’s not right either. “Hell if I know…”

She wonders if the look on her face matches the broken one on his, the one he’s not even trying to pretend isn’t about to shatter into a million pieces anymore.

“Well, it seems like I don’t either.”

Everything falls into slow motion as he slides out of the booth, as he stands up ever so reluctantly, as he walks back into the storm of a crowd without ever looking back.

Walks away forever ever and ever and ever.

(But they should’ve known love stories don’t end that easily.)

A week passes, and she hasn’t shown her face at the club once since their falling out. It’s hard walking by the neon blue and red dragon every night on her way home knowing she’s missing out on whatever new song the band has decided to showcase, and there’s no longer something loud to fill her quiet evenings alone, but her head is clearer and she no longer has to wake up wondering if they

(A week passes, and he’s written a new song for each performance she doesn’t appear at. They’re still stashed away in the depths of his weathered notebooks, but at least he knows she won’t walk in on him tapping his heart out on the keyboard in the dead of night.)

Soon that week has turned into three, and she’s slowly starting to consider getting a new hobby because staying at home each night watching boring shows just isn’t cutting it. There’s too much time for her mind to wander, wander to places where they shouldn’t be— his eyes, his voice that was so wonderfully deep and addictive yet soft at the same time, his bright grin when she greeted him good morning and couldn’t help but smile back at because it’s possibly the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen— oh.

Oh no.

(By the third week, he’d made up his mind to stop being a coward and at least show up to apologize for making her uncomfortable. And the walking away part, of course. Problem was, apology flowers seemed rather when the person he was apologizing to was a florist herself.)

Instead of doing anything about… whatever that convoluted mess was in her chest, she throws herself into the prison of work that is her flower shop. With the first wave of wedding season coming up, her hands were busier than ever, serving as an excellent distraction to anything her stupid head wanted to overthink.

That is until he walks in through the frosted glass door.

“Hi,” Lee Seunghyub says quietly, eyes glancing over her before flitting away. “I, uh, wanted to buy some flowers.”

She stares at him, mind numb and tongue heavy. “What’s the occasion? Forgot a birthday again?”

“Not exactly.” His hands are hidden behind his back, but she can imagine him wringing them with the same nervous energy evident in his face. “I wanted to apologize to someone. Could you help me?”

Her eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t comment further. “As long as I’m getting paid.”

That cracks a slight smile in him, one she can’t help but want to gaze at, except he’s here for a reason and she has a job to do. Stepping out from behind the counter, she drifts towards the hyacinths, pulling out a few purple blooms before collecting a handful of white tulips as well. She fills in the remaining space with myrtle stems, then wraps the bouquet up and ties it all together with a snip of her favorite yellow ribbon. It’s been a while since she made an apology bouquet, especially one completely of her own choosing, though there’s something about the simplicity of these flowers that makes her fond nonetheless.

Seunghyub watches this all with a curious eye, but of course, he has to look away hastily whenever she steals a glance in his direction. If she hadn’t been so intent on talking as little as possible, she might’ve made some remark on how dumb he appeared. Unfortunately, the tension was still high enough that she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

“Here,” she says and pushes the flowers into his arms the moment she’s finished. “Done.”

He fumbles with the bouquet, turning it around a few times to admire. “It’s pretty.”

“I know.”

Taking a breath, he holds it back out towards her. “This is actually for you.”

“I know.”

He blanches, then attempts an awkward laugh to cover it up. “I’m not very subtle, am I?”

Shaking her head, she reaches out and begins playing with the ribbon as she waits for him to continue.

“It’s just. Ugh. I’m so inarticulate,” he groans. “Around you, more than anything. You’ve just got that effect on me, and I really— fuck. Let me try this again.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, he lets out another exhale before facing her once more. “I’m sorry I was an ass that night. I shouldn’t have made you so uncomfortable, and I definitely shouldn’t have walked away. You had every right to avoid me all these weeks, and I completely understand if you don’t want to have any association with me anymore. I just hope,” he swallows and gives the flowers a little shake, “you’ll take these and my apology. Even though you made them yourself. Then I’ll walk out those doors and never bother you again. Since we never had anything going on in the first place.”

“I like your face,” she blurts suddenly, because her brain just had to choose at that exact moment to let her heart take full control over her mouth.

He furrows his brow, confused. “Sorry?”

“I like you and your dumb face,” she says a little firmer, staring him in the eye as the flush on her cheeks brighten hopelessly. “And I’m stupid for making you think otherwise.”

His mouth forms an ‘o’ as he processes her words, and she has never wanted to jump off a cliff more in her life.

“What—”

“I was stupid and pushed you away because I thought I didn’t need you that way. Because I was scared of falling in love again. And I thought it would be fine at first, to just have a casual relationship without any strings attached, since that’s easy, you know? Except you just had to turn out to have so many redeemable qualities besides your stupidly handsome face, like your voice and your sincerity and your goddamn humor, you just had to have everything and of course I just had to let down my guard. And that’s so fucking infuriating, but I can’t hate you for it. Because it’s you. And I want you to stay.”

She didn’t mean for it all to come out like a tornado, though she supposes there’s no other way it could’ve gone, considering how speechless this man is currently.

“You mean that? All of that?”

“Does it sound like I’m being sarcastic?”

“No,” he finally grins, “No, you’re right. I am stupid too. For thinking I wouldn’t actually fall for you and start writing you love songs either.”

Now it’s her turn to be shocked. “You wrote me songs?”

He shrugs, “A few. We also performed one or two, but it was after you had stopped coming—”

She doesn’t get to hear the rest of his words, because once again her heart has made an executive decision over her body and this time, it’s to lean in and peck this beautiful man on the lips.

To kiss him.

A sweet and short kiss, completely void of lust and desire like all their previous ones. And it’s so wonderfully refreshing, she wonders why she hasn’t done it earlier.

When she pulls back, his eyes are wide and shining, and the next thing she knows he’s pulling her back in for more. His mouth is soft, so soft, gentler than it’s ever been, and she’s falling apart with just a few languid brushes.

“Will you play me those songs?” she asks after they part, cheeks glowing warm with joy. “Just me?”

Lee Seunghyub laughs, and she wonders if there’s anything in this world that sounds more ethereal. “Of course. But only if you let me take you out on a date.”

“Well, you have to pay me for the flowers first.”

“Can I pay in more kisses?”

She rolls her eyes, smiling uncontrollably as he leans in once more. “Let me get back to you on that.”

(He does, though she supposes she can’t complain since he’s paying for dinner later too.)

fin.

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