(realization.)

today was honestly supposed to be a good day. hyeon supposes that it hasn’t gotten worse: only infinitely more stressful. the company of the girl is definitely one that he enjoys, but not necessarily “conversation” company; more like “being there” company, the kind that he can get by being in the same room and pretending that he’s not listening to her laugh with her friends (he noticed a long, long time ago that she has a very captivating laugh).

either way, he always finds himself in this predicament: tiptoeing around nayoung, trying to get as close as he can get without getting too close (read: her figuring out about this little “emotional” situation that manifested soon after heaven’s debut). he’ll drop a casual hello every now and again, or maybe work up the guts to ask her how she’s doing. he thinks he’s making a pretty good job out of being friendly without being obvious. he thinks, of course; and what he thinks versus what he actually looks like are two very, very different stories.

he’s not prepared for interaction with her, because for once, her presence isn’t at the front of his attention. no, he’s at one of the crystal practice rooms, working at getting that final piece of choreography perfect, so engrossed in his work that he doesn’t even hear her enter. when he finishes the number, though, he can spot a head of silky hair at the side of the building, looking as comb-able as it always does and he resists the urge to tuck a lock behind her ear.

why wouldn’t he just leave? was he sitting down…on top of his car? all sunghwa wanted at this moment was for him to run her over with it. her day was currently at seven and when the other began talking to her it was at a near three. “is that some sort of joke?” some of the top searches on naver regarding lady were wondering if they sing live. she felt as if he was mocking her in some way and it made her angry to say the least. “i think you’re mistaking me for a different member…” now she was certain her day had dropped down to a solid two. she would not sit on top of a car with someone who she consider to be a complete stranger and that had unknowingly insulted her pride. “i’ll stand.”

{ @ikxhyeon }

“so get this, i was trying to film for the v app in this little field south of somewhere,” she paused for a second shaking her head, “that’s not important but then this guy comes out of nowhere and tells me that i should stop embarrassing myself? because i can’t sing well. i was like ‘do you even know who i am? i’m in lady, the hottest girl group as of right now and all these companies want this face to show off their stuff. i’m  famous!’ but he laughed at me and told me to go back to wherever i came from…so, yeah, that’s why i’m hiding in the parking lot.”

it’s quite late at night, and hyeon almost feels bad for what he’s about to do. but if there’s one thing he is, it’s a perfectionist (or “easily lost,” which is probably the true reason he’s waking up jaehyun at one in the morning—- hyeon can hardly find the practice room by himself in the day, much less in the dark of night). nevertheless, he’s something comical, squinting in the moonlight and squatted over his fellow vocalist. one hand precariously tips a glass over jaehyun’s forehead, slowly dribbling cold water onto the junior as hyeon pokes his cheek with a forefinger and whispers,