#celchaelin

There weren't a whole lot of super mundane things that Seunghyun liked doing on a regular basis, even though he knew he needed to; brushing his teeth before sleeping, washing dishes, cleaning, or going to the grocery store, to name a few. He often forgot completely about doing any of them until it was too late or someone else reminded him, and even then, he was always hesitant/way too lazy to follow through.

The only good option about going shopping though, was that there was the possibility of doing it at night, middle of the night, when most people weren't there and he wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of lines. He usually went alone, getting in and getting out without worrying about being self-conscious about his tendency to get distracted by things, but tonight was different. Chaerin had wanted to hang out at his place (though god only knows why, since his apartment was barely big enough for just him), but when she'd gotten there, he realized he had no food or drinks, and that was just simply unacceptable.

He scratched the back of his head as they walked in through the automatic doors, both of them wearing something like laid-back disguises so that they wouldn't attract attention. Chaerin was fun to be around, but she was famous and if they ever wanted to be around each other and not worry about having to put on the "romance show" people expected from them, then they needed disguises. Seunghyun didn't mind it so much, since it was just a hoodie and a hat for him, but he wasn't the famous one, so he figured his opinion didn't matter so much.

"What are you hungry for tonight?" he asked, picking up a basket and heading towards the frozen dinners section. He absentmindedly hoped he wouldn't get distracted but as a cookie stand caught his attention and he stopped in front of it, he knew the odds weren't in his favor.

Come Back- Dogfight the Musical

Repeat, ReplayEach death, each dayThere’s a guilt that you can’t shake away

Butterfly (ft. Jin Jung) – G-dragon 

❝ It’s all about you, myButterflyEvery time I comeclose to you(every time I’mkissing you)Feel like I’mgonna dream every time( I get butterly)❞ 

The blonde hovers dangerously close to the ginger, and Jiyong sinks further and further in to his chair. Chaerin doesn’t seem to mind though, or pick on anything, because she makes her way closer to him, her chair clinking unto his when she crashes into him, shoves him to the wall as she looks busy staring intently at the screen. “Chaerin,” Jiyong starts off, he tries to sound firm but it comes out feeble. She stares back at him innocently, then place her hand on his lap and his heart promptly skips a beat.

“Focus,” he breathes, and it comes out louder (and raspier) than he expects, probably more for himself than her. 

“The studio is soundproof,” she quips.

And? 

They’re supposed to be working, and Jiyong’s not supposed to feel like his heart’s about out to jump out of his throat. Everytime, this girl gets him every single time. 

But then he leans to her, and leans in to kiss her gently, and he feels her smiling to it. She sucks on his lower lip and he rasps, “Now, focus.” (Oh the irony.)

5: eyelid kiss

For someone like Lee Chaerin, maybe it wasn’t any sort of big deal. She lived her life in front of a camera, lived her dreams and her nightmares in front of it, and basically poured her soul into the image she constantly had to present to the world onscreen. Her days were filled with gold-studded earrings and accessories, her nights were full of diamonds and six-inched heels. She was living the glamorous life and Seunghyun was only a tiny little piece in that- basically arm-candy.

They had started off as friends- he was sure. Or something like friends. If people like Lee Chaerin had friends, he might have fit in with that crowd. But most everybody was kept at arms length from her, the paparazzi’s flashbulbs separating her from making any real connections, and that was probably the saddest thing Seunghyun had ever encountered in a person.

Usually he would just let these sorts of things work themselves out; nothing to do with him, after all. But lately, he’d started to become more and more worried about her. They’d kept up this farce between them for a long time now, dating rumors were always easier to manage when it was all faked, apparently. They’d had a turbulent, on-again-off-again passionate love affair for the last two or so years, according to the magazines and gossip rags, which oftentimes seemed more acceptable to Chaerin than to Seunghyun.

At first he supposed it was because she craved the attention, but lately he’d begun to wonder, because now that he thought about it, she’d never actually had any other boyfriends…. had she? She’d never spoken about them to him before, and she’d never seemed uncomfortable or off-put by any of the publicity stunts he pulled whenever they needed to seem closer, or “back together.” The thought of other guys made him a bit sick, honestly, and also angry. At some point, he started to wonder if he actually liked her. He started teasing her more, joking about things or acting a little silly to get her to blush. She mostly just called him weird, but every once in a while, he could get her to blush and turn away from him, like he was just too much to handle, and he knew he’d won.

Today, they sat in an airport for the longest time, holding hands like always and waiting for the plane to call for boarding. Chaerin had had to pay money for Seunghyun to accompany her this far without an actual ticket, but she insisted it was worth it. For some entertainment. Unfortunately, Seunghyun wasn’t much for being goofy right now, he wasn’t in the mood- too preoccupied with whether he should ask about any other boyfriends she might have or not. He wanted to know, but at the same time, he didn’t want to know.

So instead he just sat next to her, staring down at their joined hands, speechless about how well they fit together? For two years, they’d fit together and Seunghyun wondered if maybe… well…. Could they just keep doing this? Forever? Like… what if he wasn’t just a fake boyfriend? What if…

The overhead speaker sounded and they both stood up, Chaerin’s manager collecting all her things. “Welp,” she smiled kindly at him and nodded. “I’ll see you when I get back?”

“Uh yeah- uhh….. Chae…” he started but then his voice caught in his throat.

“Yes?”

He paused a long moment, nervous about what to say. Two years of pretend-dating her and he didn’t have a clue how to ask her to maybe be his girlfriend. He just kept thinking about how he didn’t want anyone else holding her hand. He didn’t want anyone else saying goodbye to her at airports or saying hello whenever she returned. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else taking his place in those tabloid photos- as annoying as they all were-

“Tempo? I gotta go, what is it?” she pressed.

He stared at her wide-eyed, thinking really hard about saying it, asking her, but then he closed his eyes and cupped her cheeks in his hands, kissing both her eyelids gently. “Get some sleep okay? And be safe. And come back to me….”

She chuckled, dismissive of his heavy words. “Don’t I always? No worries~”

11: gentle     kiss |(￣3￣)|  

Jiyong had always taken afond in teasing the singer, because her reactions always amused him. So todaywas no exception, when he kept shamelessly flirting with chaerin, and saw how hercheeks always flushed a shade as close as her ruby red lipstick and herstuttering began. Though unlike usual, where she would either try her hands witha snarky comeback or just walk away, then return to the studio after composingherself, she had a hard expression worn on her face when Jiyong flirted withher again.

“Oppa, I think maybe we can wrap up after this song.” She started off, as she clicked away furiously,eyes not leaving the screen. “We’ve only done four songs; I thought you’redoing a full album this time round?” The ginger-haired asked, with a penresting on his chin. Despite being a freelancer (basically an artiste without alabel), Jiyong was still rather well-known in the industry. And the duo hadbeen friends for a while now, Chaerin thought they could work on an albumtogether, and Jiyong could put his producing skills to good use.

“Maybe I’ll head back to myown studio after this, four songs as collaboration is ok.” She said quietly.Jiyong frowned, because that wasn’t what they planned and agreed on. Businessaside, they were friends, and Jiyong was as passionate about this as Chaerin,and he might just be the brains behind the album and features in a couple ofsongs, it didn’t mean he didn’t dedicate his heart and soul into it. He’dalready gotten the melodies for seven out of the eleven songs they were doing. Andit’s uncharacteristically of Chaerin to just change plans out of the blue. “Why,you can’t handle being in the room alone with only me?” Jiyong joked, extremelyoblivious to the situation. And that’s when Chaerin snapped.

“See, I can’t deal with youdoing that! Playing with my feelings like it’s ok? It’s not; do you know how happy and miserableI’d been since the inception of this project?” She rose to her feet and startedpacking her things, haste in her actions. Jiyong’s taken aback and finallyrealized the damage he’d done. He stood up as well, and held Chaerin’sshoulder. “Look at me.” Jiyong said.

The younger ignored. “Chaerin,kiss me.” That made her stop, and she turned to face him, incredulous eyesstaring at the demon. “Just give me a peck on my cheek.” Jiyong pointed to hisleft cheek, and tapped on it several times. He leaned in, and Chaerin knottedher brows, but still leaned in (slowly) and just as she was about to plant akiss Jiyong whipped his head around so that their lips met instead. They kissedgently, before Chaerin jerked back, and whispered, “What the hell?”