Ai Tuan

Sunghoon can hear your giggle as Heeseung cracks some corny joke, evidently flirting with you, joke or not. And you're enjoying it, also evidently from the way your cheeks are flushed pink and the way you can't stop letting your eyes drift down to his lips. It's no doubt the both of you have some kind of thing going on, anyone can tell from afar — from how Heeseung practically towers over your smaller form, to how he has to lean down closer to your face so you can reach his cheeks, and to how you're clearly fine with the close proximity.

And Sunghoon? He fucking hates it. His fist scrunches up tight, jaw locked as his heart burns. The annoying bitterness creeps up his throat, making him sick. He hates everything about this.

So when Heeseung finally stops his nonsensical humor as an attempt to flirt with you, and you grin at him sweetly as a goodbye to go back to the make up room, Sunghoon takes it as his cue to follow after you.

To his luck, Jungwon happens to finish his make up just as he trails behind you. Jungwon is about to say something, but Sunghoon only nods and rushes after you so he doesn't expose himself. When he enters after you, the other make up artist, Jaeah, says, “Oh Sunghoon, just in time, I was about to—”

And at the call of his name, your head snaps behind you and you look at him with wide eyes, clearly unaware he was right behind you.

“Jay and Jake need some touching up, Jaeah noona. Perhaps, you wanna go to the waiting room.” He lies with a polite smile, watching you stare at him frozen while Jaeah glances between you and him before nodding and taking her leave, leaving the door wide open.

Then it's silent. Tense, so tense that even cutting it with a knife won't help. Sunghoon stares hard as you continue working on your own things, and when you still don't say anything for another five minutes, his jaw clenches. He scoffs in disbelief and slams the door behind him and storms towards you.

“What the fuck was that?” he hisses, brows furrowed. You remain silent, face neutral as you pack up the brushes. “Y/N, let's stop this, seriously. When are you going to stop doing this?”

“Doing what? And I'm older than you, you should be calling me noona.” You feign confusion, looking at him over your shoulder with a blank stare.

“Are you serious? Heeseung hyung? You—” the man scoffs, ignoring your latter sentence, “You don't even like him like that!”

At that, you finally face him, dropping whatever you're doing. Eyes squinted, you snap, venom laced in your voice, “Like what? What would you know? And can you keep your voice down? They're all next door!”

“What would I know? Of course I know! You're doing this because of what I did! Using Heeseung hyung to make me jealous is real low, you know that? And—”

“Make you jealous?“ your eyes twitch, indicating the amount of anger boiling in you, “That's real funny! Who the fuck do you think you are? I would never do that, by the way, use someone to get something I want. If anything, I'm sure you are extremely capable of that.” You say, smile bitter as you cross your arms over your chest.

“See? You're still pissed about what happened! I already told you, I could care less about Miyeon, we're just friends, we—”

“And I already told you, I don't care, Sunghoon. Just leave it, leave me alone!”

“Leave you alone?” Sunghoon says, voice almost threatening. He begins to step towards you, crossing over the chairs and leaning closer, trapping you between his body and the make up table. “That seriously what you want? For me to leave you alone?” His face is only a few inches away, one wrong move and you'll be pressed up against him in no time. You try your best to back off, fingers gripping the sides of the table in anxiety.

“Hm? Noona, why won't you say anything? You wanted to fight, right? Why so silent now?”

Turning away, you mumble under your breath, “Don't know what you want me to say.” Despite the way you speak with anger and annoyance towards him, Sunghoon knows you don't feel a single ounce of that. With the way your ears are burning red, biting on your lips and eyes wandering, Sunghoon knows that he's different from Heeseung.

With Heeseung, you're shy and soft-spoken, as if you're back in high-school talking to the senior every girl fawns over. But with him? You're you. You're the feisty and honest girl, the brat who knows who she is and won't back down over a little mishap.

Smirking, Sunghoon slowly turns your face towards him, fingers gently gripping your chin. And then, you finally look up at him, wide and bright eyes staring up at his teasing ones. He knows you know that that gaze of yours is what gets him all the time, so when he begins to lean in, hot breath hitting yours, you let him, even going as far as tilting your head up further and—

“Sunghoon, you done?” The door pushes open, and immediately, you push him off, turning your back on him and pretending you were busy packing up. Sunghoon clears his throat, subtly grinning at your back before looking over at the door.

Heeseung stands at the entrance, eyes running back and forth between the two of you, mouth agape.

“What's... going on?”