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waitinginthedarke · 7 years

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Maybe Someday

A Kwon Jiyong Story

Summary: She was a rose, and he was the darkness that should have killed it…but when a rose is made of enough light to penetrate even the deepest darkness, sometimes the two are able to become one…

Genre: Fluff, Smut.

Chapter 1.5

6 months before

Why did it have to be you? Why couldn’t they have sent someone else? Damnit, you were going to screw up; you only had to give him the file, but you were SO going to screw up…

Your knock on the door surprises yourself out of your internal battle, your body running on autopilot with the task at hand, and as soon as you realize what had happened, the panicked whispers in your mind turn to fearful shouts at you to turn around and run away, not being ready to face the God of the company himself when you were barely anyone here.

‘Yo, Seungri get the door.’

No, no, no…Jiyong was bad enough himself, you couldn’t deal with having to greet Seungri as well! You hadn’t even prepared yourself, what the hell were you meant to say-

‘Youngbae-hyung’s closer.’

Shit. Shit. Shit-

’Seungri-’

‘Fine.’

The minute a large shadow emerges in the frosted glass door in front of you your heart thrums faster than a hummingbird’s in your chest, and before you even have a chance to take a breath, its swinging open to reveal the gorgeous face of one of the best idol bachelor's in the country.

‘Oh. …hello. And how can I help a pretty young lady like you?’

His voice was as silken as milk chocolate and his smile as smooth as the deadliest predator. For a moment you’re struck by the moment, staring wide eyed and motionless at him as you try to force the words ‘I have a file for, Jiyong’ from your mouth, but somewhere between getting lost in the beauty of the man before you, and wishing you were dead, the words just wouldn’t appear.

‘uh….I don’t suppose you’re a fan?’ he suddenly asks, his expression turning skeptical and hesitant, and the worry that a rampant fan had managed to get their way into the building was so evident in his tense gaze that the expression is finally able to force words from you.

‘I-uh. No-I mean, yes- but, uh, FILE!’

Your sudden shout surprises him and has your face flaming in seconds as you thrust the plastic folder toward him, barely giving him enough time to catch it, before you let go and stand staring at him, trying to muffle your heavy breathing as you wait for his response, whilst trying not to claw yourself apart from the inside out from embarrassment.

‘O…kay. …I-‘ he begins, slowly looking from you to the file and opening it to inspect its contents, before sighing and nodding in understanding, his easy going expression appearing once more.

‘I see, it’s the research for Jiyong-hyung. Did the choregrapher send you to give him this- wait. Where-‘

You skid round the corner at the end of the corridor just before he can see the way you’re sprinted away in mortification, so completely embarrassed by your actions that you hadn’t been able to stand looking like an idiot anymore and had made your escape. From where you were, you could hear the soft close of the studio door as he goes back in, the sound making you sigh as you sink down the wall beside the elevator, and hang your head, crossing your hands behind your neck as you try to calm yourself down from the awkwardness of your encounter with one of the oldest and most respected idols in the company.

Damnit, why did you have to be so shy, and awkward, and-and-

‘Oh. …Hey, are you okay?’

Absolutely 100% screwed.

You didn’t need to look up to know who you were going to see stood before you, his soft, slightly nasally voice already giving him away- as well as his polished black loafers- but you still somehow find it in yourself to peak up from your knees to witness the glory of Kwon Jiyong stood in front of you, looking down at you with his head cocked to the side and a concerned expression painting his features.

‘Is something wrong? Do you feel okay?-‘

‘I’m fine.’ You wheeze quietly, gritting your teeth at your lameness, before steeling your resolve and drawing in a deep breath as you make to stand up and greet him, but feeling that breath get stolen from you when a hand suddenly appears before you.

You dont know what else to do except shakily reach out and take it, knowing it would have been impolite to ignore it, but feeling like your whole body ignites the second your palm touches his and he pulls you gently yet swiftly to your feet, bringing you face to face with him.

Or, rather, shoulder to chest.

The way your heart ricochets with his touch has the thought springing to mind that you should let go of his hand, but when you realize his grip on you was still definite you glance up at his eyes to see him staring down at you, something in the dark depths flickering with life as his mouth curves up the tiniest bit into what you could only perceive as a smile.

‘Are you the girl that just gave Seungri my file?’ he asks quietly, the way his voice was suddenly so soft taking you by surprise, and so you cant help but continue to stare at him as you surprise yourself by answering immediately.

‘Yes.’

Despite the way the word surprises you as it came from your mouth, you see the effect it has on him; making his smile wider, and the tips of his cheekbones tinge pink, before his hand with the file in it appears next to you and you feel him very slowly let go of your hand.

‘Well, thank you. I expect I wouldn’t have gotten it till the end of the day if Hyung hadn’t have sent you up with it. He must really trust you to run him an errand like this, so…thank you.’ He repeats, looking thoughtfully from the file to you, before refocusing his attention solely on you, his eyes locking onto yours as he shifts to hold his hands politely behind his back.

‘What’s your name?’

The suddenness of the question has you feeling like a dog with its tail between its legs in your shyness, your heart still thundering in your chest, but not quite as bad as before, and you force yourself to stutter out a response.

‘I…uh…Y/N-y/n.’ you mumble, biting your lip with the sheepish way in which you’d spoken and wanting to hit yourself at your own shyness.

Damn, the way she’s biting her lip…how can someone look that adorable? Jiyong thinks, staring for a solid half a minute at the pink flesh caught between your teeth, before quickly straightening out his curious frown into a smile when you glance up at him to see why he wasn’t responding.

‘Y/N.’ he says, seeming to contemplate your name as his tongue caresses the word, and you feel a shiver race down your spine in response, clutching your arms around yourself as you wait to be dismissed, and glancing up at him when he clears his throat.

‘Well…thank you for bringing my file, Y/N. I should let you get back to Hyung now, I presume you’re practicing for something?-‘

‘My group’s debut.’ You cut in quickly, your pride getting the better of you before you can shut up, and you feel your face flush with heat as you realize your hasty words, although you don’t miss the way his lips quirk up in an amused smile as he nods steadily at your outburst.

‘Well…in that case, I really will let you get on. You shouldn’t waste anymore time talking to me when you have so much to prepare.’ He grins, taking a moment to lock eyes with you, the look almost being strong enough to stroke your soul, before he nods his head finally and makes to walk away.

Holy shi-

‘Oh.’

You quickly plaster a small smile on your face when he suddenly turns and leans past you to press the button for the elevator for you, smirking as he subtly brushes his arm against yours as he pulls back, before turning to you with a playful expression and holding his fist in front of your face.

‘Fighting!’

A solid minute later, after you’d watched him walk away, and you’re watching the lift get called back down without you in it, the only thought in your mind being one long continuous scream...

(T.B.C)

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