#is there more...?

The stage feels huge being the only person on it. There's clicks of cameras you can't see well and the band is quiet waiting for their cue. There's still a moment to forget, a moment to remain as things are. You want to enjoy these moments with Wheein, not live in fear of being discovered.

The mic is so close to your mouth, your bottom lip rubs on it when you speak. “When I was first thinking of what to do, I thought easy. A cover.”

There’s laughter from the audience. The planned joke relaxes you enough to stop hiding behind the mic stand.

“I’m a singer so of course I’ll sing. Concept wise it was easy enough. I even got to wear this-” You tug at the hem to make the dress flare outwards. The tassels at the hem shudder at the sudden movement. "But I think Director Jung is expecting it back."

More laughter. You make a slow rotation, trying to face the crowd that surrounds the stage.

“But then came time to think of a song. And it would not be difficult to do any of them. Not difficult, but not easy either.” There's a few cheers, maybe some hoped you were covering Wheein's solo. At the slight turn of your head the cheers cut off. You hoped you weren't squashing too many hopes. “Embodying lyrics is hard and to do that with someone else’s is--”

There’s another headshake. This is going on too long, just say it.

“But I’m singer so I’ll sing and I wanted to sing to you. For you.”

The lights dim, and you start before the band can play the first note. It's a mistake but not one the audience picks up on. Only the glow of their lightsticks are there for your voice to meet,

“I know you care for me, there's no question at all

There's not anything in this world I want more than your love”

Wheein corners you in the waiting room. You expected a reprimand from someone but all you had gotten was a nod of acknowledgement from the director and knowing looks from your members because they already knew.

“Know we were going slow ‘cause there never seemed to be any time, but-” She lifts you up so you’re seated on the counter.

“Wheein, someone might,” You look at the door. She had already flicked the lock into place.

“They could try, “ Wheein takes your head in her hands and your lips meet. You cling to her, rumpling her clothes to pull her close.

You’ve kissed plenty of times after that date. But for her to need to kiss you was unexpected. Around the staff, you were colleagues. It wouldn’t be weird for you to smell a bit more like her with the concert preparations.

You jump when she touches the back of your neck, bringing you forward so that you’re pressed together. The hem of the dress falls down your thigh, her hand holding the bared skin.

Wheein doesn’t want to be sweet or take her time but she also doesn’t want to frighten you. There’s a schedule to keep but she needs you.

Wheein might joke around and be quick to laugh but she took this seriously. Adamant that there would be a good “time” after the concert buzz had died down to take a step that had already been taken, but we weren’t a thing yet, was always her reason. Plus there’s still time for you to change your mind, that’s why you’d pulled that stunt on stage. Saying you had someone in your life now. Wheein needed to know you weren’t going to reconsider.

“You meant everything you said?” She asks. You like her hands smoothing along your skin, you like how she applies just the smallest amount of pressure from her fingertips. You like how she moans into your mouth because you squeezed her breasts. Would have forgotten where you were, getting lost with each meet of your lips.

But then there’s a call for her name.

Wheein wishes for more time. You hear her name again, someone will come looking here soon. You pull back, welcoming the fresh breathe of air then whispering her name in warning when she leans after your lips. She swears, lingering between your legs for just a few seconds more, “This isn’t over.” "I sure hope not,” you grin.