#t.o.p fluff

[noona-clock]

What’s Your Sign?: Scorpio

Genre: Ski Resort!AU

Pairing: T.O.P/Seunghyun x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Words: 6,408

Author’s Note: Since I’m so fascinated by astrology, I decided to do a Zodiac series! I will be writing a one-shot fic for each sign featuring different members from different groups (and even an actor!). Each story will be posted on the 5th of the month during that sign’s season. Please reblog, comment, or send in an ask with your feedback! Thank you for your support 💜

Skiing wasn’t really your thing.

Like... at all.

You’d never actually tried it, but you were basically the opposite of athletic, and the idea of hurtling down a mountain -- a slippery, snowy mountain -- on two thin pieces of wood was just... not something that tempted you whatsoever.

The idea of sitting in a cozy cabin with a warm blanket and a roaring fire and a steaming mug of hot chocolate, however... that picture was infinitely more appealing. So, when two of your very best friends invited you to spend a few days in a ski chalet they’d rented with their boyfriend and girlfriend, respectively, you agreed to tag along (even though being a fifth wheel was also something that didn’t tempt you).

This year had been pretty rough for you personally, though, so a vacation in a wintry paradise would do wonders for your mental health. Plus, your friends and their significant others did like skiing, so you would most likely be alone for a good majority of the day, free to snuggle up on the couch and drink as much hot chocolate as your heart desired.

But then one of your best friends, Cindy, told you that her boyfriend, Jiyong, was bringing his best friend, Seunghyun, along.

So... yay because you wouldn’t be the only fifth wheel, but also yikes because Seunghyun was super scary and you didn’t like him.

Okay, no, that isn’t entirely true.

You were just incredibly intimidated by him and were too shy to ever talk to him directly because, as mentioned, he was super scary. He cut a pretty imposing figure, his resting facial expression was quite serious, and he had a really deep voice that was just...

Scary.

And you were almost completely positive that he hated you.

So, yeah. As soon as Cindy told you he was coming, you were extremely tempted to chicken out and stay home.

“Oh, come on,” Cindy urged as she opened her trunk and reached for your suitcase -- because, yes, she had waited that long to tell you about the sixth guest on this trip. No doubt she knew you would want to back out as soon as you heard Seunghyun would be there, so she had told you at the last possible minute to prevent you from doing just that. “He’ll probably just come skiing with us, so you’ll barely see him!”

“Cindy!” you whined, resisting the urge to stamp your foot like a petulant child. “He totally hates me! Does he even know I’m going to be there?!”

“Yes, I’m sure he does.”

“So, you don’t know for sure that he does,” you retorted.

“I’m sure Jiyong told him you were coming when he invited him!”

“But you weren’t there when he did?”

“Y/N, get in the car,” Cindy ordered with pursed lips and a tone of pure irritation. “You already said you were coming, you paid for your share of the cabin, I bought two boxes of your favorite hot chocolate -- you are getting in this car.”

While Cindy was definitely not as intimidating and scary as Seunghyun, her ‘I mean business’ tone was still scary enough to make you open the passenger-side door and slide into the seat with very little hesitation.

Cindy thanked you sweetly when she got into the driver’s seat next to you after stowing your bag in the trunk, and then she pulled away from your apartment to go and pick up Liah and her girlfriend, Renee. The four of you would be driving up to this cabin together while, apparently, Jiyong and Seunghyun would drive themselves and meet you there.

As soon as Cindy got out of the car at Liah and Renee’s house and closed her door behind her, you heard Liah’s muffled voice ask, “Did you tell her?”

You immediately glowered at them through your window, and when Renee got into the seat behind you, you turned around to look at her.

“Was that really the plan all along? To not tell me that he was coming until the last minute when I had no choice but to still go?”

A smirk tugged at Renee’s lips, and you knew the answer immediately.

It really had been the plan all along. Your two best friends were way more scheming and conniving than you would’ve guessed.

“It’ll be fine,” Renee insisted in that smooth, calming voice of hers -- the kind of voice that actually made you believe her when she said ‘it’ll be fine.’ “It’s not like you’ll have to share a room with him.”

Even though she was right in assuming you absolutely would not want to share a room with him, the fact that she said it made you feel like you were being annoyingly juvenile about this.

I mean, you were an adult! Seunghyun scared you, and you would never even consider calling him a friend, but you were mature enough to be able to share a room with him if you had to!

...But you were glad you didn’t have to.

Instead of replying to her, you simply let out a soft sigh and turned back around, waiting for your two best friends to join you in the car so you could get going.

“I’m very proud of you, Y/N,” Liah announced as soon as she took her spot in the back seat. “I was fully expecting you to stay home once you found out.”

“Oh, come on!” you scoffed, your brow furrowing deeply as you whipped your head around to frown at her. “You don’t think I’m mature enough to handle being a little uncomfortable?”

“It’s not that you’re too immature to handle it,” Liah replied. “I absolutely think you’re mature enough to handle it. You just won’t like it handling it. Hate it, in fact.”

...And, of course, she was correct. Just because you would share a room with Seunghyun if you had to didn’t mean you would like it.

But you wouldn’t have to, so there was really no need to even think about it.

Thankfully, after Liah’s remark, the subject of your willingness to be around Jiyong’s scary best friend wasn’t brought up again. The four of you, instead, discussed the meals you would cook for each other (it had already been agreed upon that a different person would be responsible for dinner each night, and there were several full grocery bags in Cindy’s trunk at the moment), played a round and a half of the Alphabet game, and engaged in a heaping handful of sing-alongs.

You unconsciously kept an eye on Cindy’s GPS the entire time, watching as the hours until your arrival turned into minutes.

Why were you so anxious? Why was your heart starting to beat just a little bit faster with every minute passed?

I mean, probably just because you hated being in awkward situations, and you knew it would absolutely be awkward when you first got to the cabin. Basically, the greeting between you and Seunghyun would determine what it would be like for the two of you during the entire trip.

If he, for some reason, decided to be polite -- or even civil -- when he first saw you, then maybe you would be able to spend the next several days in some state of relaxation. But if he ignored and avoided you -- which was the most likely option -- then you would probably be walking on eggshells the whole time. Peering around every corner to make sure he wasn’t already in the room. Waiting until he left the cabin before setting up camp on the sofa for the day.

...Maybe you should’ve insisted on staying home. Because none of that sounded at all pleasant, and if a vacation was supposed to be one thing, it was supposed to be pleasant. You should be able to enjoy yourself! But if it was going to be awkward around Scary Seunghyun all the time, you weren’t going to enjoy yourself!

Ugh.

But it was definitely too late to back out now. The GPS was calculating your arrival in less than five minutes, and the time to ask Cindy to turn around and drive you home had long since passed. (Though, she wouldn’t have done it anyway, even if you’d begged her or pretended you were getting sick.)

Your stomach flipped over itself as Cindy slowed the car and pulled up to a fairly large, incredibly nice cabin, and it flipped yet again when you saw Jiyong’s car already parked in the driveway.

“Oh, wow,” Renee marveled as the car rolled to a stop behind Jiyong’s and Cindy cut the engine. “This looks fancy.”

“Listen,” Cindy began, her tone playfully defensive. “It’s not every day you get to take a nice vacation with basically every person you love. I wanted to go all out! I wanted it to be special.”

Your brow wrinkled slightly as you unbuckled your seat belt and opened your door, the snow crunching under your foot as you stepped outside. “Are you sure I paid enough for this?”

Judging by the price, you’d figured she’d picked out a quaint little cabin with bedrooms the size of a closet. You hadn’t minded that notion, of course. As long as you had a warm blanket for snuggling and a lamp for reading, you didn’t care how big your room was.

But this definitely wasn’t a quaint little cabin. It was a very nice house disguised as a cabin.

“Yes, you did,” Cindy assured you, though you didn’t believe her in the slightest. “Don’t worry! You’re going to love it. You especially, Y/N, since you’ll spend most of your time here.”

You opened your mouth to issue a rebuttal, but Cindy cut you off.

“Which I am not judging you for!” she assured you. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t think you would have a good time!”

You simply pursed your lips and headed back toward the trunk to retrieve your suitcase.

Once the other three girls had unloaded their luggage from the car, you lingered, slowly closing the trunk and allowing Cindy, Liah, and Renee to go into the cabin ahead of you. There was absolutely no way you were going to be the first to walk in since you knew Jiyong -- and Seunghyun -- were already there.

It was going to be uncomfortable enough seeing him for the first time; you certainly weren’t going to do anything to add to it.

So, you brought up the rear, carrying your grocery bags and suitcase in through the door and gently closing it behind you as you heard Cindy call out for her boyfriend.

Once you got inside, though, your eyes widened at just how nice this place was, and you very briefly -- very briefly -- forgot that you were not looking forward to seeing Scary Seunghyun.

But then you heard Jiyong’s voice calling out to Cindy, and when you shifted your gaze down the front hallway... There he was.

Okay, so, one thing you hadn’t let yourself think about since Cindy had told you Seunghyun would be here was that... he was actually really super handsome.

Like magnetically attractive.

Which was probably another reason why he scared you.

He was almost too attractive, y’know? Too attractive for his own good, and absolutely too attractive for you to be any sort of comfortable around him.

You averted your gaze as soon as you saw him, feeling your cheeks flush a little and your stomach flip a lot.

“How was the drive?” Jiyong asked as he took Cindy’s suitcase.

“Very uneventful,” she answered. “If you don’t count the sing-alongs.”

Jiyong chuckled a little and said, “Yeah, I’ve never been in a car with four girls before, but I bet it’s never boring.”

He began to lead everyone upstairs where, presumably, the bedrooms were, so you pushed the handle of your suitcase down to carry it rather than wheel it.

Just as you leaned down to take the side handle, though, you felt a presence suddenly appear at your side.

A rather imposing presence.

“Here,” Seunghyun mumbled in his incredibly deep and smooth voice. “I got it.”

“Oh --” you choked, the word getting stuck in your throat. You quickly cleared it and managed to murmur a “Thanks.”

He gestured for you to go up the stairs first, and by now, the rest of the group was already halfway up the staircase, so you hastily tiptoed up to join them.

“The two empty rooms are this one here,” Jiyong told you, nodding to the door closest to the stairs. “And that one down at the end of the hall. This closest one has a bigger bed, so...”

You quickly cut in and said, “So, Liah and Renee can take that one, and I’ll take the one down there.”

You had no need for a bigger bed, and it really didn’t matter where your room was located, so obviously, you would let your friends have it.

Seunghyun headed down the hall with your suitcase, and you avoided looking at Cindy as you hurried after him -- though you were extra careful not to get too close behind him.

“You’re a nicer person than me,” he muttered once the two of you had entered your bedroom for the next couple days. “I would’ve taken the other room.”

You frowned, your forehead wrinkling with confusion and distaste. “But I don’t need a bigger bed. There’s two of them and only one of me, so why would I --”

Seunghyun turned to look at you them, his lips pulled into a devilishly handsome smirk. “I’m just teasing.”

“...Oh.”

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he hefted your suitcase up on the bench at the foot of your bed, and -- thankfully -- he then turned to leave.

“Thanks again,” you forced yourself to blurt out, surprised to hear that your voice didn’t sound as awkward as you felt.

“Sure,” he mumbled with a nod. “And if you need anything, I’m right across the hall.”

Your eyes widened a little, and your gaze darted through your open door to the closed one just opposite. 

That was his room?

“I mean, I don’t know what I could possibly do that you can’t do yourself, but... Y’know. The sentiment still stands.”

You just nodded and let out a strangled hum.

Seunghyun chuckled again and left, closing your door behind him. Moments later, you heard the door across from you open and gently shut.

And then you deflated.

You just now realized how tense you’d been, though you really didn’t know why. Seunghyun had been very polite to you!

Nice, even!

And yet... there was still something about him that just...

You didn’t want to say he rubbed you the wrong way because that wasn’t entirely true.

He just...

He just...

He put you on edge for some reason. And it was probably because of the whole too attractive thing, but... I don’t know. He just scared you, okay?!

But seeing him and interacting with him for the first time on this trip hadn’t gone nearly as badly as you’d anticipated, so hopefully that meant you could enjoy your vacation with the least amount of awkwardness possible.

Hopefully.

After the first evening and first full day of the trip, you realized just how dramatic you’d been about the Seunghyun situation.

It almost made you laugh now to think how you’d worried about it, imagining yourself tiptoeing around the cabin, peering around corners to make sure you wouldn’t be alone with him.

More than a bit ridiculous, really.

For one, it’s not like he was trying to make you feel awkward. He had no idea that you were so scared of and intimidated by him, and even if he did, he didn’t seem like the type to take advantage of it. He clearly didn’t mind teasing you, but you couldn’t imagine him purposely making you feel uncomfortable in his presence.

Plus, as Cindy has surmised, he had gone skiing with everyone else -- at least he had the first day, and according to the rest of the group, there was plenty to do around the resort.

So, you were pretty confident you’d get to spend the majority of your time here holed up in the cabin by yourself.

...You should’ve known better.

You had still been in bed when you’d heard the hustle and bustle of everyone leaving for another day on the slopes, and while you’d been slightly upset you hadn’t been down there to say good morning and good-bye to them, there hadn’t been anything you could do about it. You certainly weren’t going to run out in the snow in your pajamas just to see your friends off.

So, you’d simply splashed some water on your face and brushed your teeth in your en suite bathroom, stepped into your furry slippers and shuffled your way down to the kitchen for your usual morning cup of tea.

As soon as you turned the corner into the kitchen, though, you stopped suddenly, jumping a bit with startled surprise.

Seunghyun was sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.

But... hadn’t you already heard everyone leaving?

He glanced up at your arrival, nodding once to acknowledge your presence and then simply turning back to his breakfast.

You cleared your throat gently and slowly continued your route to the kitchen.

“I thought everyone left already?” you said in a quiet, timid voice.

“They did,” he mumbled in reply.

You pressed your lips together as you opened the cupboard to retrieve a mug, waiting for him to explain why he was still here.

But he didn’t.

Of course.

Why would he make things easier for you?

So, you quietly closed the cupboard door and asked, “You’re skipping today?”

“I don’t mind skiing,” he replied, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you could tell that he had shrugged while speaking. “But it’s not like I love it. And being a fifth wheel wasn’t the most fun, so... figured I’d stay here today.”

“Understandable,” you sighed. You could certainly relate to not wanting to be a fifth wheel. You loved your friends, and you were more than happy that they were both so happy in their relationships... but being around them all the time did tend to remind you that you were, in fact, single.

“What’d you do yesterday?” Seunghyun asked, and for some odd reason, his question made your spine tingle. Not in a creepy way, though. You weren’t sure what kind of way it was, but it wasn’t a creepy tingle.

“I just hung out here,” you shrugged, filling up the tea kettle with water before putting it on the stove to heat it up. “Did some reading. Took a walk. Drank some hot chocolate.”

Which brought you to a very curious question: What was Seunghyun going to do here?

But you didn’t have enough nerve at the moment to ask him. You hadn’t even had your first cup of caffeine yet!

“Is that what you normally do for fun?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Even though, by now, you were used to people making fun of your more tame lifestyle, you still felt yourself getting defensive.

“Well, I don’t particularly find the idea of hurtling myself down a huge snowy mountain fun,” you retorted, busying yourself by opening the drawer next to the stove so you could pick out your tea bag.

“Well, no, me neither,” Seunghyun chuckled. “I would much prefer going to an art museum.”

Your brow furrowed instantly, but you resisted the urge to look over your shoulder at him.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yes, really,” he laughed. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because I am, I guess. I didn’t know you liked art.”

“Is there anything you do know about me?”

...He had a point.

“Well, is there anything you know about me?”

“You like tea.”

You did turn around then, though you found your slight annoyance had turned into slight amusement and the corners of your lips pulled into a tiny grin. “That’s cheating.”

“Is not.”

“I’m making tea right now. Of course I like tea. That’s like if I said one thing I know about you is that you like cereal.”

“Well, that is one thing you know about me. I do like cereal.”

“But that’s just inferring something based on an observation!” you chuckled. “That’s not knowing something. It’s an educated guess.”

Seunghyun raised his eyebrows at you, and that stupid smirk showed up on his lips again. That same devilishly handsome smirk, and it made you feel very strange.

“You’re fun at parties, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“I don’t go to parties,” you countered.

Seunghyun simply laughed quietly, shaking his head to himself and turning back to his cereal.

The kitchen was silent as you finished up making your tea, but you were quite surprised to realize it wasn’t an awkward silence. It’s just that neither of you said anything. You weren’t waiting on tenterhooks for him to say or do something. You were simply... making your tea.

Just as you finished pouring the boiling water into your mug, you heard the scrape of a chair across the floor.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said in a soft, low voice. “Enjoy your day.”

“Thanks,” you replied, watching as he walked over to put his spoon and empty bowl in the dishwasher. “You, too.”

And then he went back upstairs. To do what? You had no idea.

But at least now you were able to drink your tea in peace.

...Except, as you sat down on the sofa in the adjoining living room, cradling the steaming mug in your hands, you found you couldn’t stop wondering what he was going to do all day. Would he stay in the house? If he left the house, where would he go? Down to the lodge? Would he ask you to go with him? If he did ask you, would you go with him?

Obviously, you didn’t know the answers to any of these questions.

But you did know that Seunghyun wasn’t quite as scary as he seemed. And you were fairly sure he didn’t hate you. At the very least, he was simply indifferent -- but indifference is much better than hate.

After spending the morning and early afternoon reading -- with a few breaks to sit outside on the cabin’s back porch to admire the scenery -- your stomach had let you know in no uncertain terms that it was getting to be lunchtime.

You set your book down on the coffee table in front of you, swung your legs over the side of the sofa, and stepped into your slippers. And as you shuffled your way over to the kitchen, you realized...

You hadn’t seen or heard from Seunghyun since breakfast.

You... had actually almost forgotten he hadn’t gone skiing with the rest of your group and was, presumably, still here.

If he’d left, he’d done it so stealthily that you hadn’t noticed.

Which honestly wouldn’t surprise you. He was definitely the type of person who could just all of a sudden be standing next to you and you had no idea how or when he got there.

In fact... you paused, in the middle of reaching for the refrigerator door, and carefully looked over your shoulder to see if maybe he had snuck up behind you.

But just as your gaze fell behind you, you heard the sound of soft, thudding footsteps coming down the stairs.

Phew.

You quickly opened the fridge and stared inside, though you were acutely aware of the fact he was walking toward the kitchen.

A few moments later, you heard his approaching footsteps pause, and your heart paused along with him.

“Oh, hey,” he greeted, his voice as low and deep as ever. “Lunchtime?”

You hummed positively, your heart stopping yet again when he came to stand beside you, leaning one hand against the door of the freezer right next to you.

“I... was just going to make a sandwich,” you said, hearing a slight nervous tremble in your voice. Why? You hadn’t a clue.

“What kind?”

“...Peanut butter and jelly?” you replied. “There’s literally nothing else except the food for dinner, so...”

“No, that sounds good, I’ll do that,” Seunghyun agreed, and he moved over to a cabinet to get out two plates.

...What was going on?

You... and Seunghyun... were going to... make PB&J sandwiches together?

I mean, at least he hadn’t asked you to make his for him. That was something -- definitely a credit to him.

But, still.

You never in your life would’ve thought you’d ever be standing next to Scary Seunghyun in a kitchen, making sandwiches for lunch.

But that’s exactly what you did.

You stood next to Scary Seunghyun in the kitchen, and you made a sandwich.

And then -- if you can believe it -- you ate it. Together. At the kitchen table.

It was basically silent the whole time, but in your opinion, that was better than awkward small talk.

But then, as soon as Seunghyun popped the last bite of his PB&J into his mouth, he pushed his chair away from the table and murmured, “All right, let’s do this.”

Your brow furrowed immediately.

...Do what?

“What?” you asked, your gaze following him as he headed back into the kitchen. “Do what?”

“I don’t know about you, but I need a drink,” Seunghyun replied as he began to search through the cabinets.

“A drink?” you asked with a chuckle of disbelief. “It’s not even one in the afternoon.”

He shrugged in response before letting out a soft aha and reaching in the cabinet he’d just opened, his hand returning with a bottle of wine.

He was actually doing it? Getting a drink? For real?

“I’m sorry, is my company that bad?” you asked, again, with a chuckle of disbelief.

Did he really have to drown out his discomfort from being around you with wine?

“No,” he answered, and the smirk in his voice was so apparent that he didn’t even need to turn around and show you he was actually smirking. “I just want a glass of wine. Or two. I’m on vacation!”

...Okay, well, when he put it that way.

If you couldn’t drink at one in the afternoon on vacation, when could you?

“You sure you don’t want some?”

You bit the inside of your cheek briefly before pushing your own chair away from the table and joining him in the kitchen.

“I will pass on your wine, but I am going to treat myself to...”

You trailed off as you reached around him and took out the bottle of peppermint vodka you’d brought.

“And you were judging me for drinking this early?” Seunghyun laughed. “I’m not the one breaking out the vodka!”

“It’s for peppermint hot chocolate!” you defended.

You weren’t typically one to drink hard liquor straight, but a couple of splashes of peppermint vodka in your hot chocolate? You wouldn’t say no!

“Okay, that’s a lot more believable,” he said as his amused grin transformed into a lopsided smile.

“Cindy got my favorite hot chocolate -- the absolute best kind there is. Do you... want to try?” you asked, trying your best to make it sound tempting.

Seunghyun’s forehead wrinkled as his gaze darted between his bottle of wine and your bottle of peppermint vodka.

“My hot chocolate is precious,” you added. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I may never offer --”

“I’m in.”

He put his wine away and took the vodka from you, allowing you to retrieve two packets of hot chocolate and two mugs.

You were surprisingly... excited? And considering the thing you were excited about involved both Scary Seunghyun and consuming alcohol while the sun was still out, it was definitely surprising.

But, as you’d thought earlier, if you couldn’t do things like this on vacation then when could you?

After boiling some water, you artfully made two peppermint hot chocolates -- suitable for adults only, of course -- even opening the pack of candy peppermint sticks to use as both a stirrer and a garnish.

You and Seunghyun settled on the couch with your mugs, and as you curled your legs up and cozied up underneath a blanket, Seunghyun took his first sip.

You held your breath, waiting for his reaction.

There was absolutely no reason why you should want him to like the drink other than the fact that you had made it. But, still -- if he didn’t like it, it wouldn’t bother you in the least because you didn’t care about his opinion.

...Or so you told yourself.

Deep down, it had always slightly tormented you that you thought he hated you. Seunghyun was just one of those people who seemed so inherently cool without even trying, and the fact that he didn’t like you just... it was a little upsetting, okay? You would never admit it out loud, obviously, but it was upsetting!

On the outside, though, you still tried your hardest to give off the impression that you didn’t care about his opinion.

But when he raised his eyebrows and started nodding his head slowly, your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Honestly, this isn’t half bad,” he murmured before taking another sip. “I’m not really a hot chocolate kinda guy, but... I would drink this again.”

You felt the corners of your lips tug up into a smile, but you did your best to suppress it so you wouldn’t let on just how happy and relieved you were that he liked it.

“I will take that as the highest of compliments,” you replied before lifting your mug to your lips and taking a sip yourself.

If someone had told you even just a couple of days ago that you would be willingly sitting on the couch with Seunghyun drinking your specialty peppermint hot chocolate... I mean, you definitely wouldn’t have believed them. And you certainly wouldn’t have believed them if they’d told you that you would’ve enjoyed yourself.

But... that’s exactly what happened.

The two of you sat on the couch together, drinking your specialty peppermint hot chocolate, talking about art and work and life... and you enjoyed yourself.

Seunghyun even opened one of his wine bottles after both of you had finished your hot chocolate, and although you weren’t one to have more than one drink at a time, you accepted.

He had been going on and on about how incredible his wine collection was, so you wanted to see what all the fuss was about!

Halfway through your glass, though, you knew it had been a mistake. You weren’t used to this much alcohol, and you’d always been a lightweight (hence the reason you usually didn’t have more than one drink at a time).

The thoughts that were crowding your brain began to make their way to your mouth.

Always a bad thing.

Always.

“Y’know,” you murmured as you gazed pensively at your glass. “I’ve always thought you hated me.”

“What?” Seunghyun replied with a low chuckle.

“But if you’re sharing your wine with me, that’s a good thing, right? You must not really hate me.”

When you shifted your gaze up and over to Seunghyun’s face, you saw his incredibly handsome features in an incredibly confused expression.

“Why did you think I hated you?” he asked quietly.

You shrugged. “Because. You never talked to me, and you’re so cool, and I’m so not. I just... thought you hated me.”

One corner of his lips tilted up into that smirk of his, and he said, “I always thought you hated me. You never talked to me, either, and you always acted like you didn’t even want to be in the same room as me.”

“Because I thought you hated me!” you laughed.

Seunghyun shook his head, and your heart began to beat just a little bit faster.

“I’m just...” you began, clearing your throat gently to get the words unstuck from your throat. “I’m just shy. And you’re very intimidating.”

“That’s funny because I was about to say the exact same thing.”

You jerked your head back in surprise. “Excuse me? I am the exact opposite of intimidating!”

“Now that I’m talking to you, I can see that,” he agreed. “But when you’re just standing or sitting somewhere quietly... I always thought twice about approaching you.”

“That’s probably just my Resting Bitch Face,” you nodded.

Seunghyun let out a low, deep laugh, and the sound of it made your stomach do flips.

“You... do kind of have Resting Bitch Face,” he agreed, though to his credit, he sounded guilty enough. “But... it’s still... a really nice face.”

You had just been about to take another sip of your wine, and you were now entirely glad you hadn’t. You absolutely would’ve choked and spit your wine out if you’d actually had the chance to take a drink.

...Because what on Earth had he just said?!

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked, your words slightly slurred and breathless.

“Your face,” he repeated. “Is really nice.”

You blinked at him.

For quite a long time, apparently, because Seunghyun let out a soft chuckle, and you jumped at the sudden sound.

“You’re beautiful, okay?” he said with a smirk. “You’re beautiful, and the only reason I came on this trip is because I knew you would be here.”

Your mouth fell open.

“I’ve wanted to get to know you for a while,” he continued. “But I always thought you hated me, so I figured this was the perfect chance to actually try and talk to you.”

Without really knowing what you were doing -- because the information you’d just learned was completely doing your head in, and you didn’t really know anything at the moment -- you leaned over and set your wine glass down on the coffee table. And then you turned to look at Seunghyun more directly.

“Are you serious?” you asked, narrowing your eyes a bit suspiciously at him.

He simply nodded and let out a positive hum.

“You... came on this trip because of me?”

He nodded again.

You frowned, the corners of your mouth curving downward deeply as you stared at him.

And then, after a few moments of silence, you felt the word vomit coming up.

There was no way you would’ve said any of this normally, but the alcohol currently in your system and the fact Seunghyun has just said all of that had, apparently, done wonders to ease your mind and loosen your lips.

“I always thought you hated me, and to be honest, I didn’t want to come when I heard you would be here because I thought you hated me. But, like, I’ve always known objectively that you were really attractive and good-looking, but you’re just so mysterious and scary. I even called you Scary Seunghyun because of how intimidating --”

Seunghyun leaned in -- so quickly you didn’t see it coming -- and cut you off by capturing your lips in a kiss.

Unsurprisingly, you let out a soft, startled squeal.

But... the kiss was already so magnetic and overwhelming that it didn’t take long for you to melt into it, accepting his lips against yours and returning his passion.

Your head began to spin, your heart was racing, your stomach had jumped up into your throat, and even though the kiss had been going on for less than ten seconds, you felt your lungs start to burn.

When Seunghyun pulled away, you let out a soft but deep exhale, and he chuckled quietly as he brought up a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear.

Despite the fact that you were feeling incredibly shy right now, you forced your gaze on him, looking him in his deep brown eyes.

“Did... that just happen?” you whispered.

He nodded, now cradling your cheek in his palm. “And it can happen again if you want.”

Oh, you absolutely did want.

But... your conscience was tapping on your shoulder. Incessantly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea... We’ve been drinking, and --”

Seunghyun, again, cut you off. But this time with a laugh instead of a kiss.

“I’m not even close to being remotely tipsy,” he assured you. And then his lips morphed into a smirk. “Wait, are -- are you?”

“I’m a lightweight!” you retorted defensively.

Seunghyun leaned back a little, letting his hand fall from your face.

Your cheek felt cold now, and you almost immediately reached out to take his hand and put it back on there.

“I’m not drunk,” you added. “But I definitely probably wouldn’t have said any of that if I didn’t have some alcohol in me.”

“So, you’re saying if I had gotten you drunk earlier --”

“I’m not drunk!” you insisted, tamping down an amused grin. “But also... if you had just said something earlier, I may have... I can understand why you didn’t, though.”

“For the same reason you never said anything.”

“So... why now?” you asked, your voice just barely above a whisper as Seunghyun’s thumb gently caressed your cheek.

He searched your face for a moment before lifting his shoulders into a shrug. “Guess it was the alcohol.”

You rolled your eyes playfully... and then you leaned in for another kiss.

It was weird -- beyond weird -- to be kissing Seunghyun.

Scary Seunghyun. The guy you’d avoided for so long because you’d thought he’d hated you.

But as weird as it was... it was also nice.

Very, very nice.

“Does this mean you’re going to stay here with me every day? When everyone else goes skiing?” you asked, your lips still brushing over his as you spoke.

“That depends,” he murmured.

“On what?”

“Will you start making me lunch every day?”

“No.”

Seunghyun chuckled, his voice so soft and deep that it sent a tingle down your spine -- and this time, you could tell it was definitely a good tingle.

“Well, I’ll still stay with you. If you want me to,” he murmured.

And... you were kind of surprised but kind of not surprised that, despite all of your former misgivings and hesitation about him... you did want him to.

And that wasn’t the alcohol speaking.

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the midnight call

title: the midnight call pairing: choi seunghyun/reader genre: bar!au/singer!au/bar owner!au summary: as the owner of a bar, the sight of less and less clients coming to her place feels like the end of it all. however, when one drunken man appears to the bar’s ‘open mic’ night with his deep voice singing in the microphone, albeit a bit funnily, she feels the place coming back to life with the appearance of this midnight singer, who introduces himself as seunghyun. type: fluff/romance/humor word count: 9,260

This bar is dead. In soul, in essence, in the glow that had once coated it. People no longer stand itch to go to the place, to have social drinks or bask in some nightly romance, instead, they opt to leave the boring getaway. The music is the same electronic beat any mall would have, leading to anxiousness rather than relaxation. The atmosphere is dusty, bartenders sporting awkward smiles and drinks becoming bland. Margaritas are the words of the day, all that seems to be going around in such a spot, it is plain and simple and a routine she wishes she could spare.

Last year, though, last year the bar had been at its peak. Everyone loved and adored the atmosphere, the variety of drinks, the clean space in which people would worry more about themselves rather than the people around them, given that there were no illegal business going around. People trusted them, the somewhat average sized bar a dream of her best friend that had died along at the same time her friend did and even when she tries to save it, salvage everything that her friend had worked so hard for…the blame goes on the fact that she would have never thought to have to be the owner of a bar, much less keep it afloat. Her life had been changed in just one night and before she could even grasp it, she was thrown into a world that wasn’t hers.

This year, the bar may finally live its last course and it saddens her, makes her feel useless and pointless. What is she but a failure?

A deep sigh leaves her lips when she sees the same four to five individuals seated by the counter, all tables empty and getting filled with dust, the stage blasting electronic music like it always does, though it is fainter than most times, like she has given up already. Tiredness takes over her, catching herself with her eyes closed from time to time—that means the bar is as boring as it can get, simply not a good spot to have drinks. Somewhere, she can see one of the workers cleaning, another one is wiping the glasses that are not even stained by wine but by dust and finally, her most hardworking bartender, Jitae, is already tired of serving the same drinks.

Whiskey and margaritas. What a catch.

She tries her best, she really does. In the crack of the morning, she leaves to her home to rest the full night of sleep, waiting for more people to arrive, expecting this to be just a bad era for the bar before it awakens again. In the afternoon, she gets ready and tries to make everything look impeccable, she searches only for ways of improving the business, but there is no amount of online publicity that can already save what has been broken. Slowly but surely, the nights become duller, other bars or clubs earning more attention than the non-outstanding bar that had once welcomed so many people in…but has now turned old.

Not to be a pessimist, people tell her with the saddest smile on their faces, pity both angering her and making her feel accompanied. Those people have obviously passed such eventful moments in their lives that has people questioning just how much they are worth. Right now, with her eyes half-closing from boredom and sleepiness, she believes there is nothing else that she could do rather than let the place run its course, apologizing to her best friend for not fulfilling her missions even after her death, and simply basking in organizing glasses and drinks.

The night is holding a sword, poking through her skin too quickly for her to ever catch when she feels the weight of someone’s hand placed on her back. Whiplash hits her when she turns around, perhaps needing a bit more of food in her system after the half-assed meal she prepared before getting to work. Firstly, she greets one of the usual customers seated by one of the tables, lifting her hand in a wave and receiving one back. She remembers the businessman, the reason of plenty of tipping for her workers, and also a lover of the place from the moment it was created, warm enough to welcome her nicely as the new owner. On the other hand, the person that had touched her was none other than Jitae, one of the hardest working bartenders in the entire bar.

He’s one of the oldest workers there, as well, everything about him exuded comfort and calmness, mainly because he reminds her that this place was once alive, when it feels like it is not. “Boss, how are you?”

She is a ‘Boss’ now, when a year ago she was simply one of the people who would pass by to greet her friends whenever she had time. People expect her to do everything, anything and something, but she feels paralyzed in her spot. No one showed her how to be the owner of a bar, or showed her the importance of atmospheres and aesthetics to be able to keep people going. Charisma is lacking in the bar, in the owner, in the corners that had once been lively but now shadow everything else. “I’m doing great,” She eyes him up and down, surprised that he is not working on something else. He is not the type to talk much, simply leaving conversations for the start or the end of his shift. “I shall ask the same thing, since you never really…talk during workhours.”

Jitae’s caught in his little game, because his eyes immediately light up with something that she can’t pinpoint. Usually, she is not able to read people, but Jitae is a difficult man to read—everything he does is silent, sacred, secretive. “Actually, I am not doing so great.” He tells her, earning a nod from the woman who leans her weight against the counter, back pressing into the surface tautly. “The paycheck here is not enough for me…” He mumbles, afraid to speak too loudly and let anyone else hear, but her heart picks up at the sound of his words. Terror, this is definitely worse than a horror movie. “And my girlfriend and I are planning to move in together and I don’t think…I can find a good place with the money you’re giving me.”

“Oh no,” She doesn’t know what to do and god, her best friend would be perfect for this situation, but her heart is moving too quickly, hands resting against the counter as she tries to count her breaths. While she does so, she realizes that the bar is simply falling down, there is no going back from such a bad time in a business. “Jitae…I…Just give me a little bit of time, I’ll give you better paychecks, to all of you, but I’m trying my hardest to keep this bar alive and the money is just not coming in.”

His eyes soften, clicking his tongue before speaking. “I’m sorry, Boss. I would love to stay here…I love it here, but I just want to move on with my life.”

Silencing herself for a moment, she weights the possibilities of keeping Jitae tied down there. Maybe, she wants to keep the thought and fervor of the old bar alive or Jitae just has become a friend for her in the loneliest time of her career. “I understand…” She manages to say, concentrating on the blinking lights at the bar, the faint sound of people talking and most of them may come from her workers, unused to their biggest potential. All it took for the bar to turn into a mess was for it to fall into her hands and it is such poetic destruction, considering that she has simply leave it to rest, tried to paint its walls and turn it into her best friend’s dream, only to watch it burn. “I—Is there really nothing I can do?”

“Sorry, Boss.”

“Do not be,” She lies, swatting her hand before letting out a soft breath. “Really, nothing?”

“A better paycheck, maybe.”

“Okay, I can’t do that now…” She trails her voice, rubbing the back of her neck before sighing. What does it take for life to get better? Does it take a million years or it never does? Sometimes, she thinks of this only to come up with the conclusion that…eventually, happiness will take place in her body, one day in the future when she least expects it, but every throw of life that hits her is only bound to make her stronger. “So, is this your last night working here?”

“Yes.” Jitae indicates, leaning forward and grasping one of her hands to give it a shake. “Thank you, though, for trying to keep me here.”

“It won’t be the same without you.”

“But it could be better.”

“I doubt it.” Dust is kicked off by her shoes, straightening her back and pulling away from Jitae before pointing towards the entrance of the bar. “I’ll be back in a second.” With no further explanation, she leaves the bar, or rather stands in front of it, hoping to find answers in the stars, a waltz of happiness in the moon. Perhaps, just like in The Little Prince, they’ll teach her a lesson about life, love and starting again.

The night is bathed in white, even the city lights are not as bright as the full moon, at its peak in the sky waiting to be acknowledged. Her back digs on the rough and dark walls of the outsides of the bar, releasing a big, slightly disappointed sigh when she looks up at the sky. There are plenty of answers she needs, a map that leads her from point A to point B, but instead, she is tied to the liquor at the bar, the darkness of it all, the frustration she feels from the collapse of her dreams and her friend’s all at once.

The only sound she hears, though, is the cars passing by, people chatting somewhere nearby and the faint noise of music she dislikes. Breathing in, her chest expands and her eyes fall closed, wishing upon a start that her midnight call comes with a new start.

🍺

Twenty people are a minority in the eyes of the world. Twenty likes in a picture seem like too little. Twenty listeners in a podcast are not many. Twenty people in the bar, however, are far more than she has had in a while.

At this point, sobriety is not a statement anymore. Around two in the morning, it is, and the smell of alcohol is thick in the air, leaving her in a state of stress for she knows far too well that drunken people only want more entertainment. In the old stage, now dusted away and cleaned by the two new members of the staff, there is a microphone that is illuminated by a faint light and even though the open mic idea had seemed interesting the moment she had heard it a couple weeks ago, now that she has put it to test, she thinks it is failing. People remain glued to their spots, somewhat expecting to be drunk enough to get to the stage. No one does and there she is, wondering if all it takes to save the bar is simply getting on that stage and singing her heart out…because she may not be a singer, but she’ll do it if that’s the case.

A human being’s worst friend is definitely frustration, for it leads to impatience and impatience comes with bad decisions to rush to a conclusion, and if bad decisions happen…the conclusion could be wronged. This is just a cycle, easy and understandable math for whoever knows how life works. She decides to sit behind the counter, hands gripping the edge of her apron—that is only there to serve as a uniform, for she has not served any drinks tonight—and waiting for a damned miracle. Her eyes are shaky, though there is a little bit of hope lingering in the back of her brain. For a pessimist, she feels pretty optimistic.

Or as optimistic as it can get.

Her cheek presses against her palm, letting her fingers trail over the counter in rhythm. She is waiting and waiting, not so much patiently so, looking at the microphone as if it is challenging her. It isn’t, really, but destiny has the past few months and all she wants is a damned break. Her mind is ready to simply turn off the lights to the stage without thinking too much about it, but just as she looks down to groan to herself, her ears catch the sound of the microphone beeping uncomfortably, her eyes settling on the person that had just grabbed it wrongly, giving a small apology through the device.

Messy strands of black hair frame his face, though it is as clear as day that he had once gelled them back but they fell back into their natural stage; they, too, welcome a set of enigmatic eyes—they may as well be the eighth wonder of the world or he may have looked at art in its purest form, leaving him with a profound, alluring and deeply felt gaze. Although, his face is visibly made to capture anyone’s attention, sharp cheekbones accompanying his elongated gaze, his lips thin yet quirked up in an embarrassed smile. The lights may be misleading her, but she can swear his dimples are showing, an adorable contrast to the shape of his eyebrows, an ode to frowning even though he’s smiling.

He’s elegant, that much she can tell, or he is trying to dress up like a man of wealth. He may be one, too, but she has no idea what a person of money would ever do there. Either way, skilled tan fingers hook on the first button of his shirt and undoes it, then quickly follows for the second before turning his gaze towards the poor pianist she had hired, if Jitae’s brother even counts as a pianist rather than just a guy who liked playing it sometimes.

“Good fucking night.” The man announces into the microphone and for some reason, she finds herself smiling. His voice is as profound as his eyes, deep before he chuckles at his own slurred tone. He doesn’t stutter though, liquid courage is quite clearly there with him, shining beside him. “I’m Seunghyun and I’m going to sing…something for you.”

Naturally entertaining, she finds him, watching as his tall body moves towards the pianist and whispers something in his ear before the younger man gives him a smile. The beat that plays soon after reminds her of nights out with her friends, nostalgic and yet deeply romantic; kisses that she shared in hopes of finding love and instead, she found turmoil; nights that she spent thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. His deep voice continues soon after, singing the words of Drunken Truth, his breathy and yet heartfelt tone bringing a smile up her face. The serious song is cut off by fun bits he adds, simply arranging something that makes sense in his mind and while he doesn’t reach the high notes with as much confidence as he should—granted, his voice is as relaxing as it can get—, it is far more than she had expected.

People gather, drinking joyfully at the sound of more songs, sometimes little and drunken dances included in between every verse of the songs he decides to pick. Seunghyun, as this man calls himself, has the time of his life in that stage, bringing to her eyes that he is completely alone in such a place…though, not for long, because some curious individuals looking for casual drinks at the eventful time of midnight peek their heads inside, earning a few more clients that ask for drinks and enjoy the entertainment in between laughter and shouts of the songs as well.

That is the night a new hero appears to their side of town, dressed in long coats and button downs, singing to his heart’s content and never once faltering. He’s clearly drunk and yet, he’s giving his heart out to people, saving her business absentmindedly. Maybe, the open mic was not so much of a mistake…given that she got to see the bar live in the name of this stranger.  

🍺

“Did the singer come today?”

Three Fridays ago, she saw an artist disguised as a drunken man, holding in between two elongated and long fingers a cigarette while he sang into a microphone with the other hand. His long eyelashes, reason of everyone’s fluttering feelings when he closed his eyes, are one of the many things she should not remember, but she does. A man like that, like Seunghyun, had brought her such happiness and laughter in a second, in merely an hour of performing before he disappeared, like all good things do and someone as elegant as him probably, and most definitely, will not return to such a place but damn her for wanting him back. Three Fridays ago, Seunghyun had been the main reason why so many people gathered for ‘Open Mic Fridays’ and some individuals ask for his whereabouts.

She never knows how to answer, for she has not talked to the man in all certainty. All she has done is inspect him from afar that one midnight she got to see him, but other than that, there have been no interactions. It is to be expected, after all, he must have been too good to stay or simply, too embarrassed to come back, but she wants to throw that insecurity out of the way when she reaches the spot of the bartenders.

Chanhee, the youngest bartender with short hair and rounded glasses, spoke after fixing them from falling from the bridge of her nose. “He hasn’t gotten here. I don’t think he’s going to come again.” She tells her, all inspiration and hope drained from her body. After all, the clock is already touching its one o’clock nature at midnight and that means that it is an hour closer to the moment he had used to sing three weeks ago. Chanhee inspects the boss, blinking rapidly when a brief grin appears on her face. “Why, Boss? There’s someone singing already.”

The truth falls on the fact that the bar had never been as lively as that night with Seunghyun. People had never laughed with their endless attempts, much less had they spoken about the bar to their friends. Everyone was asking for more drinks, more entertainment, more of a getaway from the complicated life at the city right now. They didn’t want to think of nine to five’s and divorce papers, all they needed was the simple touch of Seunghyun’s voice. She’s afraid that, in her hands, the bar will die…but with Seunghyun’s voice, it grows back into its roots and becomes a bigger place. “He…He just made this place feel different.” There is not more to her statement, biting down on her tongue softly when one of her workers, presumably one of the cleaners, Jiwon, hums from her spot.

“He made plenty of things in me feel different.” The cat-like woman speaks, eyes sharp and elongated, lips sultry in the smile she gives before she bursts out on laughter. “Really, Boss, lighten up! Any person who has good tastes in men would want him back. Right, Changhee?”

“Right.” She tells Jiwon before returning her gaze to the task at hand. Luckily for her, all clients are served for the moment and in a while, she’ll have to be serving again. “But…I don’t know,” Her lips pucker up when she rests her cheek against her palm. “I feel like Mr. Seunghyun was more fitting for the Boss than you, Jiwon.”

“Oh, come on girls, don’t talk about that stuff—”

“Did you ever have a partner, Boss?” Jiwon asks, now totally interested as she clasps her hands together. “I have never heard of you liking someone, actually. I think Changhee might be right…if you’re asking about the midnight singer, it’s because—”

“Because I want this bar to succeed and everyone adored him. It’s been a while since we’ve felt this place being so alive.” She utters, although part of her knows that she is also deeply entranced by the midnight singer. Something about him just gives out an air of comfort, like everything is going to be okay as long as he is there, and she may not know him—but he brought clients in, like a moth drawn to a flame. Before anyone of the staff could question her further, a frown plastered on her face, whisking away all thoughts of Seunghyun. “If you see him, tell him I’m looking for him. But get back to work, okay?”

“Yes, Boss.”

The simplicity of the situation goes away the moment he doesn’t arrive that Friday, but instead, his tan god-like appearance shows up on a Saturday, claiming the bartender’s attention as they immediately go look for the Boss. She feels him, really, even from far away, such a presence is to be felt and admired, even when it is from afar. Seunghyun doesn’t exude confidence, rather he leaves a cloud of smoke with him, those damned cigarettes his lover for all she knows. In the smoke, she reads the impressionable yet confusing state of him, how he is everything in just one person, stuck in complexes and complex himself. He pushes his pack of cigarettes down on the pocket of his coat and just as he sits by the counter, there is already someone telling her to go over him. Usher her is what her workers do and she should just get close, considering that a few steps into the bar had already lit it up with happiness.

Not that he is the type of person that is represented by flowers, growing on a tiny garden to bring felicity to this world…but in his seriousness, his straight face, his frowning eyebrows, there is some glint of fun. He is fun; not a lot of people would stand on a stage and simply own it by making a fool of themselves, but also delivering talent to the world.

Talent that he, quite clearly, does not know about.

“Seunghyun.” She curses herself mentally for greeting him like that, widening her eyes when the man turns to look at her, cocktail brought up to his lips when he quirks one of his eyebrows elegantly.

“Depends on who asks.” He answers intelligently, crossing one leg over the other after his statement. Her eyes connect the dots on his face like figures, tranced in the beauty of him and the fact that he was not a dream she had in her hazy mind, but he was real. That midnight singer is a person that could potentially save this bar.

“I’m sorry. I should have greeted first—Hello.” She says, leaning her weight against the counter before sighing. “I’m the owner of this bar. I—I know your name because of the open mic thing…” Her voice is trailing, faltering in a sense of embarrassment when she only manages to give him a soft smile. His expression remains stoic, a man of seriousness standing in front of her proudly and maybe, that rich persona that he has portrayed the two times that she has seen him comes from the fact that he may as well be a businessman, too in his mind to even understand how difficult it is to talk to him.

“I see.” Seunghyun mumbles. Meanwhile, his elbows press on the counter, the black coat not doing justice to the outline of his taut muscles, but his thighs looked marvelous under the fabric of his dark jeans. Some people are meant to be mysteries, with unknown words dangling from their every action, tongue speaking in a tone that always leaves her wanting for more. The unknown is thrilling in its own way, darkness to follow in search for light, and he is the exact epitome of that. “I’m…Choi Seunghyun.” He tells her, nodding along to his words only to throw her name at him. “Did I do anything wrong?” He asks, downing a bit of the cocktail in between his fingers, such sophistication showcasing in his gentle fingertips.

“You didn’t.”

“Good.” Awkwardly, he continues, only to show that smile that she remembered from the eventful night of meeting him.

“I…Listen, this bar is dying down slowly.” Now she is releasing the truth, keeping it away from its confines to show it to a complete stranger, but she is absolutely scared—petrified, even, of losing her best friend’s dream. “I got more clients when you performed that night and people keep asking for you because you were both hilarious and such a good singer.”

Seunghyun chuckles, placing his cocktail down before sighing. “I don’t think I’m that good.”

“You are!” She pushes, earning an unreadable gaze from Seunghyun before she continued. “I—I would really appreciate it if you sang something tonight. Anything, really, you can do it now or later, it’s okay.”

“So…you want me to perform.”

Her hands join in front of her chest, clinging to each other for dear life as she flutters her eyelids softly. “Please?” Her voice is tiny when she speaks, earning a somewhat amused look from Seunghyun. The man stands up from his seat, looking at the stage that is waiting for him with a microphone. Her hand comes up to rest on his back, patting it softly and momentarily, the touch only lasting for a second. “I’ll make sure to give you free drinks for this.”

His big ears seem interested by the idea, turning his gaze towards her before nodding. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I keep my promises.”

“Alright.” He whispers one last time, his eyes glancing across her features before rushing towards the stage, taking the microphone in between his hands and sending a greeting to the public, far more charismatic than his quiet persona.

She can’t help but clap for him, cheer like she has never done for the artists that she has seen in concerts, for they were not as raw as Seunghyun is with his show, as personal, like a friend that invites you over to karaoke and simply sings what makes him feel happier. The place shines its light on him, people laughing at his words, singing along to the popular songs he gives his own redemption to, trying not to sound too serious, afraid of seeming too given. The night, once again, is bathed by the glow of Seunghyun’s voice, deep and yet welcoming, the night turned into a sonata.

🍺

“You’re back.”

“I imagine. I’m here, aren’t I?”

There is magic within him, in the secretive state of him that always has a smile pulling on her muscles, bringing a sense of happiness to her chest when she sees those carved masterpieces that are the dimples with his grin. It’s Friday, the fifth night of the week, the time in which he is supposed to make a home out of the bar and indeed, there are more people than ever in that eventful night. He received some greetings in his way there, chattering barely giving them enough room to speak, the sound of people in the open mic and others speaking causing too much commotion and yet, making it seem comfortable.

She didn’t ask for Seunghyun to be there, far too scared of seeming too pushy that night, but there he is…as if he has read her mind, over and over again in just the span of two days. Fridays just have his essence, the finalization of a tough routine to enter the nightly matters of the weekend. Her hipbones dig into the counter, splaying her palms over the shiny and soft texture of the surface as she looks into his eyes. Tonight, she doesn’t have to take a smile out of the midnight singer. He’s already beaming by the time he is there.

“You know, I really enjoy…singing here.” Seunghyun says, sincerity dripping from his deep voice when he leans forward, wanting to capture her gaze with his. “I would have never thought I’d do it again, but here we are.”

“There you are.” She points out, nodding her head along to his words, tucking a strand of air behind her ear. What a talent he has to turn her into a teenager, reminding her of the embarrassing day, the stuttered words, the shy remarks, all piling up to construct a mountain, a bump in her road to remind her that he once existed. This mysterious singer, thrown to her like a gift from heaven, could very much be part of her imagination or he could be an angel in disguise as a demon, but he is definitely the salvation of her business—an intriguing one at that. “To be honest, I never thought you’d be back either.” She says after breathing out softly. “Something about you just doesn’t scream staying in one place for more than a week.” Though, she doesn’t mean to offend him and it doesn’t seem to do so, either.

“I don’t,” Seunghyun confesses. “What’s the fun in that?”

“The friendships that you make in said place. The memories.” She tries to sell before pointing around the bar. “And this is a good place for that. I can tell you that we have the best margaritas in this side of town.”

Scrunching up his nose comically, Seunghyun hums. “Margaritas are not my taste.”

“Whiskey guy?” She tries to cling to the manly part of him, that exuding confidence that radiates from within him—like he knows he is good looking, like he has heard it a million times. However, he shakes his head.

“Too…strong. That’s for boys.” He tells her, quirking his eyebrows before pointing at her with his chin. “Try again.”

“Wine?” Now, her voice is much more uncertain, shrugging her shoulders soon after as if to facilitate her answer. “I’m not much of a drinker myself. Left that trial phase of my life back.”

“I’m a wine guy, indeed.” His fingers rest on each side of his face, moving his gaze away to study the architecture of the room. “I like to pretend I’m an elegant guy.”

“You are elegant.”

“Do you think so?”

“Of course.”

“Are you saying that to get me to sing here?”

A big smile appears on her face and she ponders if all this—this thinking, gullible reasoning taking up most of her brain, comes from the sense of desperation she has earned from the fear of losing this bar. That, or Seunghyun is simply a paradoxical being she wants to resolve. “I could. But I mean it, actually, I really do.” A once-over to his body is given, wanting to engrave him in her brain for the days in which she wonders where the good in the world is located. “Speaking of singing here…” Her mind gets filled with the ideas that had been running through the spaces of her brain, going from one hemisphere to the other. “I was wondering if you would want to work as entertainment here full time. Or just on Fridays. I would pay you for this, since you’re actually bringing clients and I can’t continue paying you with drinks.”

Hopefulness clads her vision, though Seunghyun is quick to give her an answer. “I have a job already…and I can’t promise to be here every single Friday…” His voice trails slowly, trying to show his apologies through his gaze instead of saying them. “I could try for you, since you are being so nice to me and apparently it helps you.” Tender, he is when he speaks, before shaking his head. “But you can’t hire me.”

“What’s your job?”

Seunghyun’s chest gets filled with pride at that question. “I work at an art museum. For now I’m only an arranger, but I hope to have my art up there at some point.”

Familiarity is a weird feeling when memories that she tries to hide come crashing down like waves, leaving her eyes widened when she gapes at his words. “No way, I was in art school before I had to drop out to help my best friend out with this bar.”

He hums at her words, as simplistic as he is. “So you help each other out?”

“I used to help her with whatever she needed, drive her here and there because she never learned how to drive. In the end…I kept the bar when she died.” Her words are softly spoken, afraid to open that Pandora box within her memories, still feeling her, hearing her voice, missing the woman that had grown alongside her. Seunghyun’s face softens at that, all traces of flirting long gone from his features.

His hand reaches for her, almost tentatively and by the way he simply pats the skin, she can tell he is not the type to be this touchy on the very first few meetings with someone. “I’m sorry.”

“…It’s okay.” She whispers, fixing the apron around her waist to distract herself. “So, Seunghyun…you say you want to get your art in that museum someday. Are you an artist?”

His face lights up at that, as if all the stars had been placed in his eyes, excitement taking over them when they talk back and forth, throwing knowledge and praises that lead to a long conversation, hours and minutes basically imperceptible with the reception of the other’s conversational skills. Of all colors, he’s golden that night, like the pen she gives him when she asks for his number, like the sound of his voice when he invites her out to have dinner sometime.

🍺

Unfortunately for her, or rather fortunately, Seunghyun rarely feels embarrassment. The notion comes to her knowledge a month after his constant appearances every Friday at the bar, where he simply brings people together and opens a door for those who are drunken to simply have fun while singing. His eyes say that he is busy; a man too serious and tranquil to ever partake in something like this, but his lips are the ones to speak louder, simply singing into a microphone, leading the way for seas of people who come to forget about the seriousness of real life.

In most occasions, she is seated by the counter. Her usual spot with her common apron, her hair tied away from her face, strands always messily sticking out after hours of working. This is her habitat, to simply look at him from afar but to earn all of him throughout it all. If Fridays are their days at the bar, then Saturdays are their moments to get over to late-night rendezvouses, sipping on cups of coffees, rubbing their eyes to simply get that drowsiness away from them. Life with Choi Seunghyun in it is a cycle, some days he is more open than others, but he always brings a smile to her face. If knowing him is two steps forward and one step back, then she is willing to do just that.

A dance, that’s how she would describe meeting Seunghyun.

This night, he seems to be the most joyful—there is only a bottle of beer in his system, and yet he’s excitedly singing to the tune of a song she doesn’t really know. Not that she is trying, either, considering that her head is thumping with the stress of a long week of clients. The good kind, though, thankful that she is able to keep her best friend’s dream afloat. The feeling of Seunghyun’s stare on her does make her feel better, though it only magnifies the electrification in between them. He doesn’t do anything over the top, he simply uses those brown and beautiful eyes of his to glance at her, share a smile or a momentum, something that is sacred and secret in between the two. If she had to guess, Seunghyun is simply happy that he is able to have an outlet, something different from his usual job…but maybe, she has something to do with it, as well.

But she tells herself not to ponder too much on it, for Seunghyun is designated to leave one day. They are not meant to be more than just two people who happen to spend time together. Catching feelings for the obviously attractive and incredibly interesting male is expected from her, yet not the best decision.

When he walks towards her, someone else taking his spot in the stage like some drunken group of women that seem to be over their twenties, she doesn’t expect to have her smile returned or feel the warmth of his body when he nears her. Almost absentmindedly, her hands come up to rest at his chest, the contact foreign for the supposed duo of friends and his arms perfectly wrap around her shoulders, bringing her chin down to his collarbone as they swing from side to side, the sound of his deep voice mixed with the tune of the piano and the wronged voices behind them serving as music.

“We should dance.” He says, as untypical as he can get. Seunghyun is a hard man to read, full of surprises like a thriller movie. On the other hand, she could be one as well—definitely not as mysterious, though.

“Why should we?” She asks. “Is there anything we’re celebrating?”

“No.” Seunghyun’s voice is soft as he speaks, pulling away to look into her eyes before he holds on to his hands, his comical blood pumping when he swings them from side to side. “But you need to loosen up a bit.”

His hands are anchors, going down her arms and towards her waist, keeping her held tight as her eyes inspect the room. Her life has only exuded stress for the company, for she had never given herself the option of enjoying other things or even being the person she used to be. Swinging her body from side to side, slow steps matching his that are not so elegantly grazed as his existence, she wonders if she really did need Seunghyun’s appearance in her life to realize that there is a different between her professional life and her daily life. “So, you’re calling me boring.”

“Yes.” Seunghyun teases, a hiss escaping his lips when she grabs his face.

“Say that again and I’ll fight you.” She jokes back, joyful laughter flowing in between the two when Seunghyun pinches her waist.

“You’re pretty.” He pronounces, the words barely going through his lips when he continues with one of his unusual comments. “Not in Picasso type of way though. You’re not pretty like one of those paintings. I would compare you to a Dali piece of work, actually. I prefer his portraits.”

“…I’ll take the compliment and ignore the part in which you compared me to cubism.” She retorts, his face getting washed with what seems to be embarrassment before he continues his waltz with her. In the middle of the bar, she can already feel the gazes of some of her staff on her, wondering and pondering what their unlucky Boss is doing with the midnight man…but just like the bar calls her late at night for it to be taken care of, Seunghyun keeps bringing her in with his different charms. His smell, deeply engraved in her brain, becomes more prominent when she leans forward, their chests pushed together by the action. “I was meaning to tell you that I think you’re quite good looking, yourself.”

“You don’t do much of a good job at hiding it.” He chuckles, everything about him making her feel unlike anyone else. Not to say there weren’t people before him, all faces contorted in different shapes, either of heartbreak or absolute adoration. All of them she had to let go of and in the long run, she knows the morning will stop her call with midnight, it will eventually lead to a short and abrupt end, leaving her wanting for more but her eyelids won’t be powerful enough to keep herself awake through the night. “Want to have coffee tomorrow?”

“Don’t we always have coffee? Why do you even ask?” She tells him, sending a pointed glare at the man before sighing. “Thank you so much for helping me out with the bar, Seunghyun.”

“I come here for the drinks, what are you talking about?”

Pushing her body away from his, yet a bit unwillingly, she curses him under her breath before smiling. “Ah, seriously, I’m like…so close to kicking you out of my fucking bar.”

The reality falls on the fact that she doesn’t know what would die first: her heart or the bar, if Seunghyun ever were to leave. She knows that he shouldn’t be anything special, that she shouldn’t hold on to the conversations about art and the memories of their past, their imminent fears of the future coming afloat whenever they simply brush the topic with the tip of their words. Finding someone alike her won’t lead her to growing as a person, rather it could only bring her down, and finding interest in a man who has so clearly been a memory of the weekend and not much more than a flickering light must be a sin. Yet, there she is, his body positioned behind her as they walk through the crowds of people, going over to one of the tables to talk while enjoying the show.

For now, the morning still greets her with the sight of Seunghyun, waiting outside her home with his hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans, looking for his box of cigarettes to get his first drag of the day. For now, Seunghyun is the taste of coffee and not the taste of leaving.

🍺

“No way, this is signed?!”

Seunghyun only prides himself in a few things and more often than not, he tries to cover his insecurities with overflowing confidence that sometimes he lacks. Though, that rarely happens with art. When he spoke, two months before that day, about his art collection storage room, she thought it was just some room in his apartment that he kept filled with art. Mind her, it’s exactly that—but it’s even better than her mind could have ever mustered. The dark room has the perfect lightning, black walls cladded in the most gorgeous of art, some statues here and there, though not many, canvases of different sizes appearing at every spot she looked at.

Some art supplies are gathered by the table Seunghyun is sitting by, his black hair down as a pair of nicely framed glasses fall upon his nose-bridge. Still as cozy as ever, he is wearing a sweater at home even though the weather for her was not cold enough to even wear something long sleeved, but that is just Seunghyun’s style. Just as she lets her fingertips graze the beautiful piece of realism art, Seunghyun hums from his spot.

“I met the artist when I was putting a few pieces of his up in the museum. We talked and he gave me a copy or some shit like that.” Seunghyun adds, always honest as shall be. When she turns to look at him, there is a smile on her face, extending her arms on each side of her body to twist and turn around the place, surrounded exactly by what she had been loving from the moment she could recognize what art was. Art school called out her name, but she thought it was too late…and now that she saw her longtime lover, she could admit that she missed it. “Are you having fun?”

“A lot, really.” She comments, stopping just in time to place her hands on the armrests of his chair, a big smirk displayed on her face when she speaks up. “You really know how to get to a woman’s heart, huh?”

“I do.” It is not the first time she has ever spoken about their obvious interest towards one another but something about the other simply kept them in place, paralyzed and afraid of ever coming closer. Sometimes, she catches herself believing that there is really nothing in between the two—Seunghyun is a nice friend, she proclaims it to be, but deep down she knows she feels much more than that. Like her heart is being ripped out and her lungs have run short with breaths after so much laughter coming from his jokes. As if the world is alive, beaming, shining and sometimes, she swears he feels the same way, too. “Anyone who has good taste likes my storage room.”

“Excuse me,” She adds sarcastically, moving the seat back and forth to get his attention. “Let’s paint something.”

“Now?”

“When else?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you paint…or a piece of art from you, actually.” Seunghyun announces, turning on his chair until he is face-to-face with the painting products in front of him. A rainbow of different shades, brands and types of paint, all waiting for them to use them. “It’s like you hide your past, too. I mean…you’re always talking about the bar and about how much you like art, but what else is there to you?”

He doesn’t mean it wrongly, rather, he is asking her to open up to him, absentmindedly or not, she is not certain. Seunghyun is like that; what goes through his brain is told and sometimes, he gets impatient in his little rendezvous through life. Surprise takes over her, though it doesn’t show through her expression, hyper aware of the fact that she, too, has been hiding from him. A game of hide and seek has been going through their lives, afraid of getting too close, of speaking too loudly, of getting too fond of each other. She only knows this—how to run away, how to concentrate in one thing at a time and love is not one of those. Just like him, she is used to breathing out the name of love in repulse, with hatred.

Her finger coats itself in the color yellow, running it over his chiseled cheekbones and jaw in two motions. The tanned man turns to look at her, eyebrows raised as an amused smile appears on his face. “What do you want to know?” She asks playfully, trying to mask the seriousness of the situation with something lightweight and when he takes the color violet in between his fingers, letting it paint her black shirt with the color, he finally speaks up.

“I don’t know, something interesting.”

“Nothing about me is interesting.” She comments, though Seunghyun doesn’t seem to have it.

“It is to me.” He confesses, scrunching up his nose soon after before he picks up a few brushes.

“Okay, big fact about me. I don’t like Salvador Dali’s art as much as you do.”

“That’s enough. Out of my house.” Seunghyun jokes, his voice tainting in the color gray with its faux anger, though the smile on his face is as white as it can get, coming from an angel. “Tell me something real. You’re not only art and the bar. There’s more to you, isn’t there?”

To him, she is not the simplistic color of black or gray or white. To him, there must be shades to her, different shapes and styles, isms that she should be able to show to him but is unable to. She realizes this at that moment, holding a few brushes in between her hands when she finally pushes all insecurities aside. If it is meant to end, then it should end with the most gorgeous of colors. Their story should not be doomed by restrictions simply because the morning is bound to come.

The day it ends she wants to say that she tried and if she ever falls in love, she would adore to say that there is nothing more gorgeous than the midnight that rests in Choi Seunghyun’s eyes.

🍺

She feels him.

She feels him stirring by her side in the small couch of her office at the bar, his strong back suddenly becoming prominent under her touch when he extends his arms over his head and he turns to his side to continue sleeping. It’s uncomfortable, yes, but even if the apocalypse were to happen Seunghyun would be able to sleep through it. His thighs are warm against hers, the friction of skin becoming a bit damp by the heated weather. His lips ghost over her forehead for a second and maybe, it is her sleepy state talking for her because Seunghyun is not the type to go for a morning kiss, much less is he the type to wake up earlier than her, so she continues to keep her eyes closed and basks on the smell of him.

But she feels him, she swears she does, in every corner of her body, in every fingertip, even in the space between them because Seunghyun is imminently a reminder of Fridays and Saturdays, and that morning her lips are tingling from all the kisses they shared, all the laughs they gave. Her waist is practically holding the shape of him with how he always likes to cling to the skin, running his fingers down to her hips and then back up. He loves to bring her closer when they are alone, but in the eyes of the world he is just a serious man. She feels his irrationality when he told her at midnight, right after closing the bar, albeit silently, that they could simply take their joyful attraction to the couch and when he said that they could sleep there, too tired to even move from his spot, she had retorted with the fact that he was crazy. Her neck now begs for a break, but pulling away from Seunghyun is the most difficult task she could do in her life.

She has tried to, not to say that she hasn’t. The mark of three months of knowing each other had filled her with insecurity, afraid of getting too attached to the man that had never done so much as kissing her after a night at the bar, but then…as the months passed, she found herself in his arms again. Each time, Seunghyun welcomed her with something new. At first, she started seeing him in days other than Fridays and Saturdays. Then, he introduced her to more parts of him and consequently, she opened the gates of her past and welcomed parts of her personality that she had buried to give entrance to responsibility. Each time she tries to leave, she takes a good look at Seunghyun—not his beauty but his soul, the one he shows in his eyes, that gleam that she had once judged from a man who only wanted to leave…when in reality, he was a man that feared the forthcoming state of being abandoned. Betrayed. Left alone with his hatred for love.

Once again, her skin makes out the figure of him; this time, his arms wrap around her waist and he brings her up his body until she is resting in between his legs, her cheek pressing down on to his chest. Seunghyun is not touchy, she has learned, not because he is embarrassed but because he doesn’t seek for it. To him, there are a million ways to show appreciation and touch is not one of them. Unlike her, who simply adores the reassurance that physical touch brings. Yet, there, where she lays she can feel his heartbeat like the tempo of a song, the ones that he used to sing at the bar but now become a rare occurrence, youthful in every given way. Seunghyun is not the type for love songs and yet, she swears she hears them every time she sees him.

This time, she really does open her eyes because feeling him can also be compared to seeing him, touching him, remembering those thin lips that had kissed her with all the fervor in the world and those closed eyes that would once again open to welcome her with happiness. This is the type of feeling that she had never wanted to attach to the midnight singer, the one who is bound to leave, and yet, she can say to herself that she never wants to let go of this moment. The leather of the couch is uncomfortable and the AC is doing a poor job at keeping them fresh, but she is far too lost in tracing the outline of his sharp cheekbones, his nice jaw and when she gets to his lips, she can already hear the groan in his voice.

“What are you doing?” At this point, it would be a rarity to say that she is simply grasping the feeling of him and remembering, through the touch of their bodies, that they are more than two hurt souls could ever admit. Seunghyun is not the type for a confession and neither is she, but they know they hold a relationship with the other. Romantic, yes, but also in the shape of souls that are connected in hopes of bringing joy to the other’s live. His tone is a bit annoyed and yet, with his eyes closed, she swears she sees a smile appearing on his features.

“Just…” She whispers, trying to find the correct reasoning for this, but nothing comes to mind, leaving her to her poor attempts at poetry. “Remembering you.”

“Remembering me?” Seunghyun’s deep voice asks, even deeper when he is just waking up and when his eyes finally open, he closes them once again, the light coming from the blinds suddenly too strong for him. “…What does that even mean?” This morning, he is more curious than ever and she hates him for that. He loves uncovering even the deepest secrets of hers.

“I don’t know.”

“You say it as if you’re going to leave.” Though, there is a bit of a question in his tone and when a soft breath leaves through his nose, a bit deep in its delivery, she knows that there is a monster in the back of his mind, telling him that this is not forever…this is temporary. This comfort they feel with the other, sometimes holding a name and other times not doing so at all, is definitely not going to last for a long time.

“I’m not.” She promises, though she doesn’t know why she says it in such seriousness, unlike any of them. Leaning her head down, she presses her lips down on his, the soft touch reciprocated by the man when he parts his lips softly and lets his hands rest on top of her back. “I’m not leaving you, Seunghyun.”

He opens one of his eyes at that, chuckling at her words before closing his eyes once again. “Me neither.”

“Good.”

“Good.” Seunghyun pats the back of her thigh after that, the sound booming against the walls. “Now get off me, this couch is burning my back and I need to breathe.”

“Asshole.”

Though she curses at him, she knows her intentions are clear. Even when the morning comes, Seunghyun will continue to be here and she’ll wait for the midnight to appear again just to get a chance to touch his lips.

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Idol Advent - Day 13

For the first twenty-five days of December we will be opening up a door on the Idol Advent tree to see who is behind it and waiting with a drabble to share!

To find out who is there for Day 13, click the keep reading!

Santa’s Knee – Seunghyun / T.O.P

“Remind me why I’m dressed like this?” you asked, pointing to the elf costume. Had you wanted to do this, you would have admitted you looked really cute. Your makeup was on point and complimented your red, gold and cream outfit. Still, you didn’t want to spend your day at Santa’s Grotto and deal with impatient parents or children who wanted a new iPhone for Christmas. You missed how Christmas was back when you were younger and had no interest in listening to the younger generation list off all their desires.

Plus, malls just gave you anxiety at the best of times!

“Because you are the bestest best friend I could ever have,” your friend Laney replied, smiling warmly at you. “You rock my outfit better than I do.”

“I’m going to make you do something you equally dislike in return!” It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, there were still a few who made you sigh heavily behind one Santa’s reindeers, but on a whole, you were finding it easier to smile naturally.

Perhaps it was because of Santa himself.

You didn’t know what he looked like behind the beard, but his eyes were gorgeous. And his laugh, you were certain it was better than anything in the North Pole. He was definitely the quirkiest Santa; some of the things he said to the children making you stifle your laughter beside their parents. But he was a hit with the kids and that was the main thing.

“Do elves sit on Santa’s knee and tell him what they want for Christmas too?” a little girl wondered after tugging on your skirt and you knelt beside her, smiling widely.

“No, we help Santa make all the presents for children like you.”

“But what do you get for Christmas? Don’t you want anything?”

You became thoughtful. “What do you think I should want?”

“Why don’t you sit on Santa’s knee and find out?!”

“But it’s your turn.”

“It won’t hurt any,” Santa called out and the children waiting erupted with excitement. Slowly, you approached him and sat down, your heart thumping in your chest.

“This is so foolish.”

Santa grinned. “Well, if it helps you any, you just answered my Christmas wish. I’ve been thinking of how to get you over at my side all day long.”

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[sindrafalcone]

All  Aboard

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x reader

Synopsis: Wine, donuts and realizations...

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: I don’t even know what this is... I just saw a quote and couldn’t get the idea out of my head. I haven’t written anything in so long that I’m not even sure if this is any good. But, here it is... regardless. *shrugs*

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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You laid on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, on top of the old sleeping mattress that the two of you had dragged outside. Seunghyun laid beside you, rolled over on one side while he looked at his own device.

This was how the two of you frequently found yourselves when the weather was nice. Out on his patio, on the big blue mat, with snacks and wine. Usually you'd both look through your social media for a while... showing each other posts that you particularly liked or things that you thought would make the other laugh.  

From beside you, there came a deep chuckle as he found amusement in whatever he was looking at.

“What is it?” you asked, looking up from your screen and over to him.

Seunghyun grinned mischievously. “You won't like it...”

You rolled your eyes. “Try me.”

He turned his phone so you could see what he had been looking at on the screen, then laughed again as you grimaced. “Told you so.” he smirked, already having gone back to his scrolling.

“That's... a little weird, even for you.” you told him, looking back down to your own phone.

You both continued like that for a while, content to just be in each others presence. That was one of the things you loved about your time with Seunghyun. There wasn't this incessant need to fill the space between you with useless small talk. You could both just relax, be yourselves and be happy about getting to spend some time together.

After a while, you absentmindedly reached over into the box of mini donuts that lay open between you.

For the past few months he had been playing this game with you. When you made plans to hang out, Seunghyun would either call or text to tell you what kind of wine he had planned for the evening. Your challenge was to find a snack to compliment whatever type of wine he chose.

Tonight, he'd gone with a Cabernet Sauvignon & you'd picked up some chocolate mini cake donuts from a bakery that you knew he loved. Seunghyun had given you a raised eyebrow when you'd revealed your choice to him earlier in the evening, but you felt that the chocolate would pair well with the cherry and vanilla undertones in the wine. And, after the first bite, he had to admit that you had chosen well.

But what you hadn't realized, was that Seunghyun had reached into the box at the exact same time. You were both looking at your phones & so you didn't know that the other was also trying to grab a donut. By the time you realized this your fingertips had brushed up against his in your quest for the sweet treat, causing both of you to gasp in surprise. You jerked your hand back & snapped your gaze up and  over to where he lay beside you... only to find him grinning smugly as he gestured to the box with long, elegant fingers.

“Ladies first.” he murmured, reaching over to his glass and taking a long swallow of wine as he waited his turn.

“Such a gentleman.” you teased lightly, reaching into the box.

“Only for you, ___________.” he said, getting himself a donut once you were done.

Both of you smiled at each other, mouths already full of chocolaty goodness.

And so it continued for quite some time, until the donuts were gone and both of you were a little tipsy. This was the point in your evening when you usually found yourselves laying on your backs, you snuggled into Seunghyuns side for warmth against the cool night air while he had one arm casually wrapped around your shoulder.

You had been doing this for months now... coming over to his apartment as often as your schedules would allow. It had started when he had called you one night, out of the blue, lonely and just looking for some company. Both of you had enjoyed it so much that it was now a regular thing.

“Why do you hang out with me, _________?” Seunghyun wondered aloud. “We have completely different tastes.”

His question startled you a bit. Usually he was very quiet and introspective during these “cuddle sessions” (as you had come to think of them). You sat up a little, rolling over to your side so you could get a good look at him before you answered & you were startled to see the beginnings of unshed tears in his eyes.

“Maybe we're different in some things, Seunghyun.” you told him honestly. “But I think that, where it counts, we're more alike than you realize.”

“Really?”

“Mmmhmm...” you hummed. “Besides I love your weird side, even if I don't completely understand it sometimes.”

He sighed. “But I'm so fucked up.”

“Were all fucked up, Seunghyun.” you whispered, reaching out to take hold of the hand that laid on his chest. “Sometimes... sometimes you just gotta pick your favorite train wreck and roll with it.”

You saw him crack a small smile at that.

“In that case...” he rumbled, surprising you as he pulled you down on top of him.

The next thing you knew he had leaned up, pressing his lips to yours. He waited until your shock wore off & you responded to the kiss before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for permission. You readily gave it and moaned in response... he tasted like chocolate and red wine & you couldn't get enough.

He broke away slightly. “Is this okay?” he asked, deathly serious for the first time since you'd known him.

You just grinned.

“All aboard...” you giggled, already going in for another kiss.

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A Moment With You

Letting yourself into Seunghyun’s house with your own key still felt surreal. You’d been doing it for months now, but each time reminded you just how good things were going with him. Seunghyun wasn’t exactly the best at relationships. That was something you knew about him from the very beginning. You smiled to yourself as you unlocked the front door, doing all you could to not spill the takeout all over your feet. The task was awkward but eventually you managed to step inside and swing the door shut behind you.

“I’m here,” you called out into the spacious house, removing your shoes as you spoke. No answer came to you expect the blank stares from Seunghyun’s plethora of artwork. You stepped inside a bit more, searching for any sign of activity. It was then that your feet hesitated. You could no longer smell the food in your hands. Instead, your nose was met with the shocking scent of burning meat. “Seunghyun?”

“Hold on,” Seunghyun demanded from kitchen. “Don’t come in.” You obeyed, shifting your weight from foot to foot as you awaited more of his words. Whole minutes went by with nothing from Seunghyun except the banging of kitchenware and the occasional curse word muttered under his breath.

“Are you okay?” you inquired. Without a word, Seunghyun appeared in the hallway before you. His expensive suit was stained with something you couldn’t make out and his hands were covered in various spices. You failed to stop a grin from forming on your lips.

“This is funny?”

“No,” you blurted out, a breathy laugh cutting off the end of the word. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny. What happened?”

Seunghyun ran his fingers through his hair, leaving a slight trail of oregano in his black strands. He walked away without answering you, and you assumed it was safe to follow. When you saw the state of his kitchen you quickly understood why he looked the way he did. Random ingredients littered the countertops next to a pot that held a charred chicken.

 “I tried to cook you a nice dinner for tonight.”

You weren’t aware of your mouth hanging open until you went to speak. “And so you blew up the kitchen?”

“I’m not a very good cook,” Seunghyun admitted, dusting off his fingers into the sink.

“And why were you making dinner in your suit?”

Seunghyun looked down, furrowing his eyebrows at the condition of his clothes. “I wanted to look nice for you.”

You smiled as you placed the purchased food on the island, moving closer to him so that you could take his hands in yours. “You always look nice. Not just nice, you always downright godlike.” Seunghyun smiled softly, gripping your hand a bit tighter. “And it’s okay, I don’t need a big, fancy meal. Look, I brought food anyways.”

“You deserve more than cheap takeout.”

“I’ll be fine,” you told him, moving onto the tips of your toes so you could place a kiss into his cheek. “Now go get cleaned up. Put on something comfy.”

“You’re telling me what to do?” Seunghyun asked, his tone playfully threatening.

“Please?” you begged, your voice switching to something much lighter. Seunghyun smirked down at you, taking a strand of your hair in his fingers before he made his way to his bedroom.

Somehow, it took Seunghyun longer to change his clothes than it did for you to clean the kitchen. Once you’d thrown out the poor chicken and wiped down all the counters, you set a couple plates and dished out some of the food you brought. It was Seunghyun’s favorite, and you were glad now that you hadn’t asked him before picking it up. It was sure to make his night a little better. You finished up the table setting with two glasses of red wine. You hoped he hadn’t been saving it for some specific occasion. Even so, he could easily afford another bottle.

“Wow,” Seunghyun breathed as he entered the room. “Now I feel underdressed.” You looked over at him and your breath caught in your lungs. He wore loose, plaid pajama pants, and nothing else. His chest was bare and just as gorgeous as ever.

“Not at all,” you assured him. “You look perfect.”

Seunghyun made his way to you, once again playing with your hair as he spoke. “I’d feel a little better if I weren’t alone.”

“I don’t know,” you replied, dipping your head down and away from his gaze. His hands moved down to your waist, his fingers softly pulling at your pants. Your heart began to race and you felt your face turning red. “Seunghyun, we’re supposed to be eating.”

“And we will, once you do as I want.” Seunghyun took your chin and guided you to meet his eyes again. “Come on.”

There was no way you could hold out any longer. There was something about Seunghyun that made it impossible to deny him. You stopped stalling and worked your pants off, exposing the black lace underwear Seunghyun had bought for you. A small sigh fell from your lips as you dropped your pants onto the floor next to the table.

“There,” Seunghyun smirked. “Now we both meet the dress code.” He was still standing very close to you, the heat of his body driving your thoughts crazy. You reached a hand up and let your fingers run gently across his chest. Meanwhile, he took the opportunity to drag his hands up your thighs and tug at your panties.

“Seunghyun—“

“It’s time for dinner,” he whispered, placing a kiss into your neck before breaking away to seat himself at the table.

“That’s not fair,” you sighed, reluctantly sitting down across from him. You watched as he took an all too smug sip of his wine.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t try to tell me what to do.”

You shook your head in disbelief. This man could affect you so easily, basically with just the lift of a finger, and he knew it. He knew how to tease you, how to get you melting in a matter of seconds. If anything, that made you love him even more. The two of you began to enjoy the meal before you in a comfortable silence. It wasn’t long before Seunghyun reached across the table to hold your hand.

“You know I love you, right?” Seunghyun had never said those words to you before. Getting him to open up was a difficult task and one you avoided out of fear that you’d scare him off. Though the words themselves were shocking, the sentiment was not.

“As long as I don’t boss you around?” you joked.

Seunghyun laughed softly. “Yeah, so be careful.”

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[99liners]

bigbang reaction to: their s/o having a nightmare;

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kwon jiyong (g-dragon):

he’s a light sleeper so when he saw you wincing and groaning in your sleep, he sat up concerned. you’d a history of lucid dreams and he knew sometimes the nightmares get too vivid for you to handle. he jerked you lightly, waking you up. on waking up and seeing him in front of him after dreaming about him leaving you on your doorstep, you couldn’t stop yourself and hugged him immediately. hot tears flowing down your eyes.

he hummed “shh” while rubbing your back. his grip around your, now shaking figure, tight but not suffocating.

“baby, you want some water?”

you shook your head before pulling back and kissing him, a short but passionate kiss.

“promise me, you won’t ever leave me.” you looked him in the eye.

he hesitated for a second because, frankly, you two had never talked about the future before. nothing was ever planned, you two had decided to just go with the flow and not rush into things so when you asked for a commitment, a lifetime commitment, he was taken aback but he knew in his heart that you were the person he wanted to spend eternities with so he nodded.

took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, “i won’t ever leave you, doll. cross my heart.”

choi seunghyun (t.o.p):

he was deep in sleep when he heard you crying. he woke up and rubbed his eyes checking the time on the bedside clock which read four in the morning. at first he was dazed and mistook your crying with his dream. you’d stopped crying knowing you woke him up and stayed still. but on switching on the bedside lamp, he noticed your figure, away from him at the other corner of the bed, your back facing him, you were badly trying to muffle your cries but you failed and were shaking.

he sat up and put a hand on your shoulder, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

you shook your head wiping your tears, “i’m sorry for waking you up, go to sleep love.”

“no, y/n we’re not doing this again. come on, just last night we promised to tell each other everything, now tell me what’s wrong?”

you sniffled and turned towards him, your hair was a mess and your eyes had turned red due to crying so much, there was also hint of tiredness under your eyes, “i’m scared.”

he laid down facing you, “of? i’m here for you.”

“scared of losing you, what if i do lose you seunghyun? what will i do then? how am i supposed to live?”

“you won’t lose me though, my love”

“but what if i do?”

“there is no what if, i’m not leaving you, ever.” he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss on your forehead.

dong youngbae (taeyang):

he woke up at exactly three in the morning like an alarm clock. he was aware of the repetitive nightmares you were having and seeing your figure facing him scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around, from your irregular breathing he knew you were awake.

“again the same dream?”

you nodded.

“it doesn’t make sense.”

“then why i do keep watching you leave me every night?”

“i don’t know,” he nuzzled into your neck, “i’m not leaving, you know it. where will i go?”

“to someone better”

“will there ever be someone better than you for me? no, there can’t be and you can’t argue with me on this.”

“i feel like these nightmares are a sign.”

“they are not, and even if they’re, they’re for me. i’ve been ignoring you too much cause of the tours and concerts, need to love you more,” he peppered light kisses on your neck and squeezed you lightly, “i love you so much.”

kang daesung:

daesung had been away to japan for a few weeks now. your facetime call in the middle of his concert surprised him. he was backstage and was about to head to the stage for the next song when his phone started ringing. he picked it up and on watching you crying, he halted and sat down, he couldn’t really handle you crying. he always felt a part of him breaking and it was too painful for him to bear.

“is something wrong?”

you were sobbing and couldn’t speak coherently, “y-you’re so aw-away.”

“but i’m right here with you!” when the manager walked towards him to escort him he showed his hand and motioned to be left alone.

everyone left the dressing room and the event manager declared a small five minutes delay to the fans.

“i’m so sorry for calling you like this but i had a nightmare. i saw that you didn’t want me anymore and so you just left me. i woke up and you weren’t beside me. i’m so sorry for bothering you.”

“baby you’re never a bother to me. i love you beyond comprehension. i can’t ever leave you, you’re my strength, my support system.”

when you’d calmed down a bit, he walked to the stage with his phone and showed you the crowd and everyone cheered for you putting a huge smile on your face, surely washing your worries away.

lee seunghyun (seungri):

everytime you’d a nightmare, seungri would sing for you, sing you back to sleep. but tonight when he was awoken, he was worried. he hadn’t ever seen you this upset, you weren’t crying, more like your tears had dried. you were staring at the ceiling pointlessly. he turned to you concerned, “are you feeling sick? do you want me to call the doctor?”

you looked at him after a while, “why are you still me?”

“i’m not sure i understand the question.”

“do you love me?”

“beyond doubt.”

“what if one day you wake up and realize you don’t, you’ll just leave, right?”

he chuckled, “are you kidding me? i’d leave? i’ll realize that i don’t love you anymore? i’m a loser, i’m a loser for you. i’m a little flower who’ll wither if i’m kept away from your love. so that day ain’t coming so easily where you’ll get rid of me. you can try all you want,” he winked kissing your cheeks, “i’ll always be here every morning when you wake up.”

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[blu-joons]

When He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ Big Bang Reaction

T.O.P:

The smile on his face was wide as Jiyong pointed out to Seunghyun, your son in the corner of the studio, trying his best to copy the four boys.

It quickly got the attention of all four of the boys as your son got lost in his own little world. “He’s having a right boogie.”

“He takes after his daddy,” Seunghyun proudly told them all, “he constantly wants to watch our videos back at home and tries to copy the dances.”

“You want him to be a dancer in the future?” Daesung asked him.

Seunghyun shrugged as he didn’t tear his eyes away from your son, “it would be pretty cool if he was a dancer, I mean look at him, he’s a natural, right?”

“He’s already a better dancer than you,” Jiyong teased, “how does it feel to be shown up by your four year old son at the studio, at your own place of work?”

“He’s not showing me up,” Seunghyun tried to dismiss, “hopefully one day this will be his place of work too.”

“Dancing his heart out,” Youngbae chuckled, “and being the best dancer in the Choi household.”

“Hey, the second best Choi,  thank you.”

Taeyang:

A shrug of the shoulders came from Youngbae as Daesung voiced his concerns about the fun activities that he had prepared for your daughter.

Daesung looked questionably as he met Youngbae’s eyes, “you know that Y/N doesn’t like her eating sweets during the day.”

“I’m doing Y/N a favour,” Youngbae reminded him, “if sweets are needed to keep Y/D/N under control then she’ll just have to deal with the consequences.”

“Are the sweets needed?” Seunghyun asked as he watched on.

A hum came from Youngbae as he watched your daughter closely, “probably not, but I’ve got a reputation as the fun uncle that I need to try and keep.”

“I’m so glad you’re taking Y/D/N home to your sister tonight and not us,” Jiyong jokingly told him, “I can already imagine her going crazy knowing what you’ve done.”

“Y/D/N knows what happens with Uncle Younbae stays with Uncle Youngbae,” he assured them, “it’s our little promise.”

“One day Y/N will find out,” Seunghyun warned him, “and you won’t be doing this anymore.”

“Y/N needs me to take care of Y/D/N.”

G-Dragon:

A weak smile formed on Jiyong’s face as he walked into the studio with your son in tow, feeling the eyes of all three of the boys watching him closely.

Your son quickly ran off to greet the three boys as Jiyong dropped his bag. “Y/N isn’t feeling well, so daddy duties today it is.”

“And we have to babysit too?” Youngbae asked him, throwing his arms up into the air. “We signed up to sing and dance and not take care of Y/S/N.”

“It’s just for one day,” Jiyong quickly assured them all.

Seunghyun nodded as he walked over with your son in his arms, “I’m sure we won’t lose too much time if we spend the day dancing and messing with Y/S/N.”

“You won’t even know that I’m here,” your son jokingly told them all, copying what Jiyong had prepared him to say in the car, “it’ll be like I’m at home.”

“We know your daddy bud, we know that you’ll be here,” Daesung replied to him, “you make as much noise as he does.”

“I guess one day wouldn’t hurt,” Youngbae eventually decided, “but you owe us for babysitting.”

“He’s your nephew, don't you forget.”

Daesung:

A sigh came from Daesung as he watched your daughter do another lap of the studio, full of energy, and not looking ready to tire any time soon.

His hand rested over his head as Jiyong chased after her, “Y/N’s going to go crazy if I take her home with this much energy.”

“We’re having fun!” Jiyong called out to him, picking your daughter up and throwing her in the air, “daddy’s being boring, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, don’t be boring,” your daughter noted with Jiyong.

A roll of the eyes followed from Daesung as Seunghyun appeared beside him, “if she doesn’t sleep tonight, I’ll throw you guys under the bus with Y/N.”

“You can’t do that,” Seunghyun groaned, hitting against his arm, “Y/N’s scary, especially when it comes to Y/D/N, she’ll go crazy if you tell her this is our fault.”

“Stop chasing her around the studio then,” Daesung told the three of them, “or you can come home and do bedtime.”

“Are they coming home with us?” Your daughter excitedly asked, “are uncles coming for tea?”

“I think that’s up to mummy, sweetheart.”

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Gee Whiz, It’s Christmas 🎄

Genre: 1950′s AU

Pairing: Seunghyun (TOP) x You

By Admin B

Hello there, Merry Christmas, how’ve you been? Gee, it's so good to talk to you again. It's been a long, long time Can't explain why you crossed my mind I guess it's just to wish you a Merry Christmas

Out of all the people you could think of... why were you thinking of him?

Seunghyun. Your ex.

You literally hadn’t spoken to him in who knows how long, so why did he keep crossing your mind?

Was it just because things had been so up in the air when your relationship had ended? Or because the war had ended exactly five years ago and you’d found yourself reflecting on everything which had happened since then? Probably both, to be honest.

And, if we’re being honest, you did miss him. You missed talking to him the most because he was the only person you’d ever met who actually listened to you. Who you knew would never judge you, no matter what you said. You’d always felt totally and completely comfortable around him... and five years later, you were starting to wonder if you would - or could - ever find someone like that again.

So, on your lunch break from your job at the department store downtown, you found a phone booth nearby and dialed what you hoped was still his number.

After the second ring, you began to panic.

What were you doing?! Why were you just calling him out of the blue?! Were you certifiably nuts or something?!

I mean, probably.

Your hand began to shake, and you almost tore the receiver away from your ear and slammed it back into the cradle.

But then you heard his voice.

“Hello?”

Well, there went your knees. Turning into Jello at the sound of his deep voice like they always used to.

You opened your mouth to reply, but apparently, you were taking too long to actually say something because he spoke again before you had the chance.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” you replied quickly. “Seung--Seunghyun, it’s... It’s me. Y/N”

...Silence.

“How’ve you been?” You tried to sound cheerful, but you could hear you just sounded nervous.

More silence for a few moments... and then you heard him inhale sharply. “I’ve been all right. Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” you answered with a soft chuckle. “Yes, everything’s fine. I was just... It’s been so long, I was just... I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about you recently, and I don’t really know why. So I guess I just thought I’d give you a call... wish you a Merry Christmas?”

Now that you were saying it out loud, it sounded incredibly stupid and creepy.

You prepared yourself to apologize profusely and hang up, but instead of sounding confused or alarmed, Seunghyun simply... laughed. Very quietly, but it was a laugh nonetheless.

“Well,” he murmured. “Merry Christmas to you, too.”

My best friend's having a party And everybody's going I know it's gonna be a lot of fun, oh by the way It's snowing

For some reason, you were afraid he would hang up now that you’d both wished each other a Merry Christmas, so you quickly rambled on.

“Do you remember Patricia?” you asked.

“Of course,” Seunghyun replied. “How could I forget your best friend?”

“Well, she’s having a Christmas party next weekend. I know you probably don’t keep up with everyone from back then, but... they’ll all be there. Jiyong and Emily and Daesung and Amy and Courtney and Youngbae and --”

“I remember,” he interrupted gently, his voice a bit nostalgic and wistful.

A tiny smile tugged at your lips because you wondered if maybe he wouldn’t be averse to actually coming.

“I know they’d love to see you,” you told him. “...I would love to see you.”

There were a few more moments of silence, and you were surprised you couldn’t actually hear your pounding heart.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally answered.

“Next Saturday at 7. She’s still living in that same apartment on Thirty-Fifth Street, so...” You shrugged although you weren’t sure why because Seunghyun couldn’t see you.

You opened your mouth to say good-bye, figuring he wouldn’t want to say much more... but before you could speak you heard, “What have you been up to?”

One question. One simple question, but it lit up your face. It made your heart soar. It gave you hope. And, even though it was now snowing outside, your cheeks were incredibly warm.

It's funny that I haven't thought to call you before And why is it I haven't seen you around anymore Another year has passed, and I can't erase The memory of your smiling face So I have to call you up and say Gee whiz, it's Christmas

Before you knew it, almost 20 minutes had passed. 

Seunghyun was now caught up on the last five years of your life, and you on his, as well. Nothing major had changed for either of you - including your relationship status.

...Interesting.

“Five years,” Seunghyun sighed. “It’s a long time.”

“I know,” you agreed as you leaned against the glass wall of the telephone booth. “I don’t know why it took this long to call you.”

“Well... we didn’t exactly leave on the best terms. Not the worst, but not the best”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve really only thought about the good memories. Yes, I did reflect on what happened and how we left things, but...” 

You didn’t want to say this out loud, but you’d never been able to erase the image of Seunghyun’s smile from your mind. You’d never been able to forget his laugh or the sound of his voice or the way his eyes crinkled when he was happy.

“I’ve never been able to forget your smile.”

Wait, what?

Had you... just said that out loud?

Your brow furrowed as you realized you had not said that out loud.

Seunghyun had.

So don't forget the party that we're throwing The warm fire from the fireplace Will be glowing It's been a long long time Still can't figure out why you crossed my mind I guess it's just to say... gee whiz, it's Christmas

“Well, if you come to the party next Saturday you can see it in person,” you pointed out, hoping you didn’t sound as breathless as you felt. “You won’t forget, will you?”

“No, I won’t forget.”

You could hear the smile in his deep voice, and it truly sent shivers down your spine. 

The shiver also kind of jerked you back into reality, and you realized you probably needed to get back to work. Your lunch break was almost over, and you hadn’t even had one bite to eat.

“Listen, I --”

“You should get back to work,” Seunghyun finished. “Get something to eat, okay?”

...How did he still know you so well?

“I will, I promise,” you grinned. “It... it was really good to talk to you, Seunghyun.”

“It was. I’m glad you called.”

You still didn’t really know why you had called, but if he was glad, then so were you.

“Merry Christmas,” you said softly, trying not to let your head fill with images of the two of you at Patricia’s Christmas party.

“Merry Christmas,” he replied.

When you hung up the phone, you let out a somewhat nervous, deep breath and pressed your forehead against the cold glass next to the phone.

You’d always liked Christmas, but you’d never actually believed it was more special than any other time of year. It was prettier, yes, but more magical? No.

After this phone call with Seunghyun, though... you were starting to question that.

Maybe the magic of Christmas was real.

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Mobile Masterlist (TOP only!)

Requested by @ilovetabicat here is a mobile masterlist of ONLY my writing involving Seung Hyun. Maybe someday I’ll get around to making a whole list. (But, man that’s a lot of stuff! lol)

I hope this works! *crosses fingers* If it doesn’t, please let me know.

Please note: Some of these stories (especially anything Nannyverse related) contain Seungri as a character. They were all written prior to his scandal and subsequent exit from the group. My apologies, but I can't think of a way to eliminate him from the story completely.

The Nanny (Choi Seung Hyun x reader)

Moodboard for The Nanny

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 

 Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13  // Chapter 14 

Chapter 15 // Chapter 16

The Girlfriend (sequel to “The Nanny”)

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5

Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10

Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15

The Wife (part 3 of “The Nanny” series)

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5

Chapter 6 // Chapter 7  // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10

Chapter 11  // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15

The Mom (part 4 of “The Nanny” series)

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5

Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10

Chapter 11 // Chapter 12

Nannyverse Drabbles

Christmas Kisses (set somewhere within The Mom)

The Perils of Vanilla (set after The Mom)

Two Down, Three to Go (set after The Mom) 

Insecurities and Football Teams (set after The Mom)

Seven Minutes in Heaven Series

Intro //  TOP

Stand Alone Scenarios

Wrong Number, Right Call: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Epilogue

Waking Up

Don’t Go Home

Sleeping Beauty

Eat You Up

Trip of a Lifetime

Better With Age

Worth The Wait  *SMUT*

A Sunday Kind of Love

Perspective

Adventures in Babysitting: Part 1 //  Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (coming soon!)

Drabbles

Christmas Drabble 2017

Christmas Drabble 2018

#92

#95

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[jinnieseok]

오늘 취하면//WINE

rating: teen and up

tags: fluff, valentines day

word count: 942

summary: how  suran "if i get drunk today" would sound like on valentine’s day on a beach

based off this version of wine by suran 

Looking at him always felt like the first time you met, even after two years his kisses and smiles made you a squishy mess. You never told him that, but it was the truth, he could be drinking coffee not paying any attention to what was happening around him and you would blush after noticing you had been staring for too long at the little details on his face.

Valentine’s Day tended to be a day of surprises with Seunghyun, he loved planning what to do on this day of the year, but you could always be sure that the day would end with a glass of wine and whispers to your ears. He loved to whisper sweet things to your ear because it made you jump nine times out of ten. Seunghyun had his way with words.

You still remembered the first valentine’s day the two of you shared together, he closed an art gallery so you could see the pieces in display without anyone around, the paintings and pictures were the background to a dinner of your favorite food and wine. It was the first bottle you shared. It tasted bitter since you didn’t typically drink, but his kisses had the power to turn the bitterness into something almost too sweet to drink.

Every time you walked past that same gallery together he would tease you about the night you shared. He loved that memory and made sure to keep it fresh in your head too.

This year though he decided it was a good idea to blindfold and take you on a car trip to god knows where.

“You know you could at least let me see inside the car” You said trying to get comfortable on the car seat.

“That’s no fun; if I do that you will be able to guess where we are going” He laughs lightly while squeezing my leg playfully.

“I feel like I’m being kidnapped by a weirdo”

“Just a bit more and you will be free from your beautiful and sweet kidnapper” Seunghyun jokes and seems to turn the volume of the radio up.

You end up falling asleep until you hear one of the car doors closing loudly your hands immediately go to the blindfolds wanting to take them off but knowing that Seunghyun would be sad if you did that now. You could hear the faint sound of waves coming from outside making you even more anxious to see again.

The feeling of your door opening and the seatbelt being taken off almost knocks the air out of your lungs. Seunghyun takes your hand and helps you get out of the car and onto what seems to be sand.

“I can’t believe you.” You say even before he takes the blindfold off.

“What? You said you have always wanted to go to the beach” You can feel him smiling. His voice tended to become sweeter whenever he smiled, it was a slight change but you could always tell when it happened. After a few seconds, his hands reach the knot behind your head to take the blindfold off carefully.

The first thing you see is him, messy black hair, tanned skin and the most beautiful smile you have ever seen in your life, for a second you almost forget you are at the beach. His clothes are too nice to wear on the sand, but then again he tended to always overdress when you went on dates. Seunghyun once said it was because he just loved the look on your face when you see him wear a well-fitted shirt and pants.

He looked good in anything if you were being honest; you just never told him that so he wouldn’t feel like he was too hot.

“Wow.”

“I know I look good, honey” He smirks and you almost shove him away so you can take a look at the sea. The sunset made the waves seem like they were painted in tones of red, orange and pink. It was breathtaking. “You can now say I’m the best boyfriend ever”.

“I don’t know about that, but I really do love that you kidnapped me so we could come here” You hug him tightly giving his lips a little peck. He cannot stop smiling and neither can you.

“Help me take the stuff out of the car so we can have dinner and cuddle”

You nod. It takes you a couple of minutes to put the big towels Seunghyun had brought down and organize the things so he could open up the wine and lunch boxes full of food cut into hearts and other cute shapes.

“Did you make this?” You ask taking a piece of kimbap to taste it.

“Yeah, I’m not only a cute face; you know” He says while pouring some of the wine onto two cups and giving me one “It took me two weeks to learn how to make all of this”

“It’s really good” You smile and feed him one of the pieces of kimbap. He nods agreeing while chewing it carefully.

The bottle of wine is emptied fast. The stars are now fully visible in the night sky, he lies down taking you with him and his warmth takes your surroundings making you feel comfortable. He combs your hair with his fingers and kisses you softly on the forehead, cheeks and then lips. His lips taste like the wine he was sipping.

“I love you” Seunghyun whispers into your ears and carefully places his head on the nook of your neck. You feel drunk at that moment, his touches taking you to another place entirely.

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[all-the-kpop-imagines]

This just in:

T.O.P's new name is toupee. 😂😂😂

That is all.

#kpop #bigbang #bigbang imagines #bigbang scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #top #top bigbang #t.o.p #t.o.p fluff #t.o.p imagines #t.o.p icons #seunghyun #choi seunghyun

[nothing-but-kpop-dreams]

Military Leave (2/5)

Author’s note: This is a very different style of writing for me. I am more so used to more “dramatic”  and a bit more complicated and extended plots. I really do hope that you all still enjoy this series since this is the first time i attempt a more “domesticated” plot.

Genre: subtle fluff

Summary: Just when you thought you had seen him for the last time, you get a another chance. This encounter is very much not the usual interaction.

Small warning: alcohol, some slightly depressing topics, small bit of foul language

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue

You had just come back home from a long day of work and you threw yourself on the couch, letting your limbs sprawl as they wanted.  You were so tired that you didn’t bother to change out of your work clothes, let alone take your shoes off.

Your first moment of peace in the entire day was ruined when your phone began to ring. According to the caller ID it was your boss and you knew better than to ignore the call.

“Hello Ma’am” you said into the phone.

“Hey y/n, sorry to call you so late and after your shift, but we got a call from that favorite idol of yours and he was insistent that you go clean his place right now.”

“Seunghyun? But I just clean his place a few days ago.” Despite your tired tone, your insides were flipping in excitement to see Top for one last time.

“I know, but according to him, he just had a get together and now he wants the place cleaned before he leaves to wherever he is going. You don’t exactly have to do it since it is after hours, but I would prefer you did, plus you get extra pay!” she added

“Don’t worry I’ll go.”

“Call me if you need any help, we all know how people’s “get togethers” can be.”

-

You were greeted by a rather smiley Top. “Well hello there Y/n, come right on in!” he slurred.

“Aaaaand he is drunk.” You thought. “Why am I not surprised?” His drinking habits were never a surprised to you. You cleaned that place the mornings after his get togethers before. Although you never seen him drunk, his current state didn’t throw you off, but you couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed. A part of you hoped you would have better final encounter with him, a sober one, before he would have to be gone for two years.

You looked past him, easily seeing the mess that he wanted cleaned. He let you in, slurring a rap to himself as you found a clear path to the kitchen. As far as you knew, the mess spread from the kitchen to the living room. You had a tough job ahead of you, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle on your own.

Surprisingly there was no one else in the place and it was the only thing that kept you at ease. You didn’t have to worry about another drunk making more of a mess while you were cleaning.

As you worked the counters, which was your cleaning routine in his home, Top stumbled his way around you and grabbed a wine bottle from his fridge. “Sorry for you coming again!” He practically shouted, unaware of how loud he was.

“It’s fine, it is my job.” Sure you were annoyed by the task, but it was all worth it to see him again.

He shuffled past you towards the living room, needing furniture to keep him balanced every once and awhile. “Yeah, the guys came over.” He said with alcohol in hand and he plopped down on his usual spot on the couch.

By “the guys” he probably meant the rest of big bang. You never met them, but now it kind of made sense how all the mess came to be.

You hustled with the kitchen cleaning, answering Top’s slurred rambling with “Uh huh” “Oh really?” and “yeah sure” every so often. You eventually finished the dining room and finally you were able to clean the living room. As always, Top sat in his spot as you cleaned around him. His bottle was still unopened but he was finishing an old glass he must have left on the coffee table. For some reason, he wasn’t speaking to you like he was when you were in the other room. He was quiet as you cleaned. Every so often you would look back at him, making sure he hadn’t passed out and every time he was staring back at you. Slowly would he give you a sloppy smile along with a drunken giggle.

Once you were done with the living room, you made your way towards the door. “Um, I am going to go now…” You wanted to say a better farewell, but there wasn’t much of a point when he wasn’t in the most sound of states.

“No wait!” He threw himself over his couch, his hand reaching out for you dramatically. “Don’t go yet!” he slurred.

You stepped away from the door.

“Come- come drink with me! This is the bottle just for you and me.��� He pointed at the bottle he had taken out of the fridge earlier. “It is never fun to drink alone.”

Hesitantly, you moved over to the loveseat across from where he sat. He then opened the bottle, cheering at the loud pop of the cork and quickly slid you your glass. “Thanks” you said awkwardly. However, you did not take a drink.

Despite his drunk state, he was quick to notice that you didn’t even take a sip. “Why aren’t you drinking?”

“Well, I drove here… So, I shouldn’t drink.” On top of your logical reason, the idea of drinking with him was so odd. It felt like you were crossing the professional line.

“Oh one drink isn’t going to kill you!”

He made a good point, plus the last thing you wanted to do was upset him more, so you took a drink.

“C’mon let’s talk, let’s get real! No holding back!” he said noticing your uneasiness.

“Well then… To get this out of the way… Why are you asking me to drink with you?” You surprised yourself. Time and time again you had day dream of this type of moment, but now that it was actually happening, and considering the type of relationship you had with him, this all felt so weird and a bit wrong.

He nonchalantly shrugged at your question. “Why not?”

“… Because I am your cleaning lady… And besides the fifteen-minute talks we have in your art room, we don’t really converse at all.”

“First of all, you are not my cleaning lady. You do have other clients and all. And second of all… Secondly? Second of all?... Whatever! Uh… Yeah! We don’t talk a lot so why not start now?”

You nodded blankly at his reasoning, having no other way to respond to his words.

He took a swig from his glass. “So what are you besides a cleaning lady? Got a boyfriend? A family? Any other jobs?” When he had said “real talk”, he really meant “real talk”.

“Uh, no boyfriend. Family lives far away and I am just a cleaning lady. This job pays well, so I don’t need to do anything else.

“Cool cool.”

As time went by, he continued to ask you deeper, more personal questions and you had begun to do the same.

“You know, you aren’t really what I expected.” you admitted as you took the last gulp from your fourth glass of wine. “I always saw your Instagram and all those videos and variety shows about you and you are always so out there!” You expressed your words by flinging your arms out in the air as you mumbled away. “And towards me, you are so reserved.”

He scoffed at you with a drunken smirk. “What do you expect? I don’t have to be like that when I am home. This is my place, this is my cave. I don’t have to be T.O.P I can like, just be myself here… But lately, that isn’t so great.” He frowned.

“Why?”

“I’m fucked up and I am getting screwed over at all angles!” Almost instantly he was in a bad mood.

You felt yourself frown. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer you, he just dug his face into his hands.

With much effort, you got your buzzed body off the loveseat and made your way up to him, almost falling over in the process. You sat next to him and began awkwardly patting him on the back, this being the most physical contact you ever had with him besides the rare handshake. “Don’t say things like that. I am sure that isn’t the case.”

“Yes I am!” he said as he leaned back, accidentally pinning your hand against the couch. “I am getting fucking old! My generation of idols is dying out… not like literally dying, but all these new little fuckers are taking up all the lime-light and getting international attention, the attention that my era has worked so hard for! All these kids are taking over and what’s gonna be left for me after I’m gone for two years?!? After I leave, then Jiyong leaves, then the rest of the guys have to leave! What’s gonna happen to Big Bang?!? And you know what?... But then again do i even deserve it all? I don’t think I do. When i think about it. I don’t even like the real me.” He confessed. “That is why I like acting so much… I’m not me, I am someone else… When I’m not a character or when I’m not T.O.P, I’m just a drunk, insecure fuck. I can’t even be decent enough of a human being to get my shit together. Youngbae is on the verge of marriage and I’m just… I’m just… I-“ He couldn’t even get himself to finish his words. With that, he chugged down his glass of wine.

With your free hand, you grabbed his arm and gave it a squeeze. “I don’t know why you think that about yourself. I think you are pretty amazing!” you admitted. “You’re so talented and handsome, I don’t see what you could be so insecure about. And like… like… um, all the new groups, like almost every one of them look up to you! You are a legend! Your presence and that of Big Bang isn’t going to fade away, not anytime soon!” You refilled his glass of wine and your own as well, hoping another drink would cheer him up. “And your acting, fuck, that is amazing too! Every time I saw your movie or drama, it made me obsess over you even more… Oh, yeah, I am a huge fan of yours in case you didn’t know, ha!” you took a quick sip before you started talking again. “Now, about your life, look around, I would say you are doing pretty well. Seunghyun, from what I know about you, you aren’t the most conventional person, so why try to live a conventional life?”

He looked up at you, trying his best to process your words. He put his arms up on the couch to lift his slumped form, in the process, throwing one of his arms around you. His lifted his eyebrows, creating the creases on his forehead that made his overall expression so eye catching. “I don’t know if it is the wine talking or the fact that I leave the day after tomorrow, but why don’t we do something unconventional?” He mumbled as his lips came close to yours

-Admin Boat

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[boymeetsevil-bts]

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