#arcxsooyeon

( / they walk under stars and streetlights at three-thirty in the morning, side by side, steps slow. sooyeon’s company is comforting, and hoya is glad he can enjoy it, take a break after the dizzying intensity of the booming bass, the heat of scorpio’s. )

“i may have been admiring you not-so-secretly." ( / the words spill from her lips and into the evening air. hoya turns his head to regard her. )

( / sooyeon is beautiful, dazzling, a princess who belongs in the arms of a prince, one who’ll fight ogres and dragons for her, love her, kiss her after she’s pricked her finger on an enchanted spindle.hoya is not a prince.he’s baffled by the fact that sooyeon even openly acknowledges him, much less want to hang out with him. in all honesty, he admires her— a stable boy and his princess. )

The evening air is cool against hoya's face as he exits scorpio's, body tired but mind still abuzz with adrenaline and alcohol. he draws his suit jacket tighter around himself to keep out the chill.

the night sky is the first thing that greets him outside, twinkling stars and a pale moon; hoya regards it fondly before turning on his heel and beginning his walk home, hands in his pockets, spring in his step.

he meets her not too long later, maybe five minutes, maybe ten. he doesn't keep track of time. he stiffens concernedly when he sees her stumbling along, clearly intoxicated, clearly alone, clearly vulnerable. he worries his lower lip as he walks past her, wordlessly wishing her good luck on her voyage to wherever she's going.

it doesn't sit well in his stomach. he backtracks.