summary: you’re an exchage student in Korea and happen to meet Hyungwon in a famous club. He seems very intrested in you, and sure enough you are too…
note: named after Monsta X’s “Blind”; the conversations are in bold and your thoughts in cursive; this is my very first fanfic so please excuse any mistake (english is only my second language). This is chapter I. Enjoy!
You never thought I’d happen. You’re actually Hyungwon’s lover.
It all started after he saw you in a famous club in Seoul with your friends. You decided to go out and since the area is famous among young people of all nationalities, you all thought it could be fun to take a break from learning and hearing Korean and go to a more international club. Rumors spread that the place was famous among idols and actors, but rumors are rumors right?
You dolled yourself up as usual: heavy makeup, a short black dress that was the perfect in-between classy and sexy, a more comfortable pair of heels, freshly done hair and your signature red lipstick. As soon as you got there, you noticed the unbelievable crowd, or better, the lack thereof. Wasn’t this a famous idol spot? It was a weekday, but still.
-Did we give the taxi driver the right address?- your friend asks.
-Yes, this is it. The sign says “NB2” …there’s supposed to be a super long line, but this is fairly short! -
-I think it’s actually better, at least it won’t be crowded and messy.- you reassured your friends, - let’s go in and see what the big deal is about -
You paid the tickets and went down the fancy stairwell leading to the main hall. As soon as you enter the main area, you could immediately tell why it was so famous: it was the biggest club you’ve ever seen; the lighting was dim and gave the whole place a sultry, sexy vibe, the people were wearing classy clothes and drinking fancy cocktails. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to spend the night in this place”, you thought to your humble self. Little did you know you were going to repeat yourself.
You started with a drink and a couple shots, and as the night went on, your friends all found someone to dance with. Since you’re a good friend, you always tried to keep an eye on them.
A couple guys approached you, but you respectfully rejected all of them: you were there to have a good time, even without all your friends. You danced to the music, slightly tipsy, moving your hips, eyes closed. You let your body speak for you and danced like nobody was there. You noticed a tall guy was watching you, but you brushed it off. “He’s definitely not looking at me” you thought to yourself. Like any other young woman out there you had the tendency to underestimate yourself, thinking you could never attract anyone, let alone such a handsome guy like him. This tendency to underestimate yourself would grow bigger when your hot female friends would be around, which made you doubt the attractive guy was looking at you even more. Sure you were especially polished and cute that night, but definitely weren’t used to male attention.
It must have been the way you danced so freely and thoughtlessly, or the fact that you truly put an effort getting ready that night, but the tall guy was actually getting closer, looking straight at you. It wasn’t creepy or anything, he had a friendly and mature expression, almost as if afraid to disrespect you. You let him come closer, smiling. “There’s no need to be unfriendly”, you reminded yourself that not all guys are pigs, plus he looked elegant and mysterious. He approaches you and looks straight into your eyes. - Can I dance with you?- he asked. “Damn, straight to the point…” - Of course. I’m Y/N. – you smiled as you presented yourself, a bit afraid to seem too stuck up. – I’m Hyungwon. – he answered. As he started dancing closer to you, you could see him better. He was confident and stylish: his outfit was simple yet classy, wearing a designer black shirt, jeans, and a black hat. His lips were definitely his best feature, they looked plump and thick, and as you noticed that you suddenly felt the urge to kiss him. “Look at me, two drinks, a couple shots and I’m already having these thoughts.”
You were kinda disappointed in yourself, but at the same time you felt justified. It’s been months since you’ve been with anybody, and you’re a girl with certain urges. Although you really needed some physical contact, you never even considered casual sex, the thought doesn’t appetize you at all, you’re simply not someone who enjoys that. The way he was looking at you while dancing was making your good girl “principles” waver big time. He was gorgeous.
Although his lips were the most beautiful ones you’ve ever seen, his deep penetrating eyes were incredibly expressive, constantly meeting yours, stealing the spotlight. They were burning with curiosity, confidence, and lust. You’re dancing closer and closer, his scent hits your nostrils like a sweet wave. It was an intoxicating mix of expensive perfume, alcohol, and fabric softener. You suddenly felt like your face and body were burning so in an attempt to hide it you turn around, making it seem like you wanted to dance on him.
He gets closer to your back, his body movements tactfully seducing you. It was the first time you ever felt actually respected by a man in a club and this made you want him more. You started dancing on him, letting your upper back lean onto his chest, his hands hugging your hips softly but firmly, cheeks almost touching from behind. His body against you felt strong and firm, despite his slender figure he was actually rocking some serious muscles. Your mind immediately gifted you with lewd thoughts and you started wondering how he must look shirtless. You didn’t feel shame for thinking about him that way, his seductiveness dragged you in a wave of passion, dancing against him to the irresistible rhythm, intoxicated by his perfume and the alcohol. You’re so close you can feel his breath in your ear as his hands become hungrier. “Why am I letting a stranger dance like this with me?” you try to find a reason why you’re letting your guard down but find none. There’s definitely something about him that makes you trust him.
He suddenly gets away from you, making you face him. He wants to speak but the music is so loud, so he leans towards you and you feel your heart skip a beat.– Do you want to go to a different place? My car is close. – he whispers. You can feel his breath against your ear, and both his deep voice and the warmth hitting your ear give you goosebumps. You look at him and expect to see a horny, creepy expression but he’s smiling sweetly, a bit embarrassed even. He must’ve realized that asking something like that only means one thing. You were hoping it was. You nod without hesitation and grab your purse and jacket while texting your friends, so you don’t make them worry, but no one answers.
You walk up the stairs and see the bouncer bow to Hyungwon, that’s when you realize the guy you were next to was definitely not your average guy, but ignore it since you don’t want to make a big deal of it. Also, an idol wanting to get drinks with you? Pfff. Yeah right. He must be affiliated with the club owner or something.
That thought accompanies you until you get to his car a couple hundred meters behind the club. When you stop in front of the expensive and luxurious Range Rover, your jaw drops. He casually just walks to the passenger’s side and opens the door for you, then looks and you. – What’s wrong? – he genuinely doesn’t realize.
-Is this your car? - you ask a stupid question. He laughs softly and nods, finally understanding your surprised look. - Let’s say money is definitely not a problem for me – he chuckles. Still amazed, you walk to the passenger’s side and blush at his act of kindness. No guy ever opened any door for you, you’re not used to being treated like a proper lady. He quickly sits next to you on the driver’s seat and takes off his hat. His hair is a beautiful shade of faded pink. “An idol? No way…” you ignore the thought again, in denial. He ran his long fingers through his thick hair in such a cool way, it made you feel all kinds of ways. He turns to you, his expression shifting from a light smile to a slightly concerned – if you don’t feel safe or okay riding in my car we can walk, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, I know it’s hard to trust a person you just met.-
You quickly shook your head – No no, I trust you. You seem nice – you feel a wave of shame hit you. He chuckles softly and starts the engine. – Well thank you for trusting me! - he laughs, - So, do you feel like drinking something? -, - Sure! – you reply nervously. After a 10-minute drive you reach an incredibly fancy hotel, and he parks his car right in front of it. “Are we really… at a hotel?!” you suddenly feel overwhelmed. Now that the possibility of something happening is getting real, you kind of chicken out. What if he thinks you’re someone who does these things all the time? He senses your uncomfortableness and reassures you – I know this hotel has the best 24h bar service you can find in Seoul, I thought I’d be more intimate than a busy bar in the middle of the city. But we can go wherever you wish. – he explained in a relaxed tone. You realize that your stares must have given him the impression that you’re creeped out and quickly tried to act nonchalant – I didn’t know that! It’s fine by me, I’m actually curious now. -
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