C for Cleo

Besides, you have gotten pretty good opportunities to meet a lot of cool people you wouldn't have any other way, like your bandmembers. Or Jiho, a local idol that needed some sort of relief, and ended up becoming a regular, bringing along what you assumed were his band mates. 

You had met some of them by now, their presence a normal thing, since it seemed like it was the only place they could be without a camera shoved on their face, fan or not, but they still held a pretty low profile, face mask and glasses or hats were almost a uniform. You had come to meet them by now, Brian is the tall one that speaks english, Kyrell is the short one that speaks english, Siyun is the one Jiho loves to annoy, and you know there's a few more, but you have yet to meet them. 

Truth to be told, you hadn't even searched what his group was about, you didn't feel like running the genuine relationship you had with the guy(s), besides you didn't really like that type of music. 

You should have expected their arrival, the now seven boys dropping in, the blonde with the annoying smile leading them. 

“Long time no see” Jiho says as he plops on one of the seats at the bar, the others heading to get a table. 

“You could have visited” you joke, handing him the drink menu. 

“Had a busy schedule, babes, you can ask Brian about it” he says, the tiredness in his voice a clear sign that he wasn't joking. “I think we will have all beers, let me check” he adds, texting on his phone. 

“That bad?” you say as you start to pour on the sticky glasses. A run down bar you said. 

“There was a wedding dress involved” he comments, more serious than you would have liked. He hands you his card to start the tab. 

“My condolences” you say as you finish the seventh glass, setting them up on the tray . You both walk to his table, something you wouldn't do for almost anyone else but oh well, he was your friend. You guessed he was special like that. 

You take a moment to look around the table. It had been a while since you last saw them, Kyrell was bickering about something dumb, about soup sandwich and tacos with a black haired guy with a thick accent and a younger looking one with blonde hair. Siyun was looking at something on his phone. Brian, silently greeting you, was talking with yet another black haired guy, whom you couldn't recognize. 

His eyes follow the direction to where brian had signaled, your eyes crossing briefly. 

OH. fuck.  

He was hot.

y/n really appreciates how often jiho comes to the bar, mostly because you couldnt pay her enough to set foot in it willingly.

kamden also, thought you couldnt pay him enough to come back to the bar after this one time, until he saw you.

the sandwich/taco/soup debate has been going on for much longer than any of the participants are willing to admit.

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the wedding dress has become a reoccurring appearance at their fan signs, and somehow, the more they see it, the weirder it gets.

kamden usually doesnt go clubbing, he doesnt particularly like it, and he finds the hassle if it gets out not worth the reward.

seongmo was in fact, defeating the ender dragon at the bar.

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yn left for a “work and travel” (more like travel and see if i work) to another country because of a man >:/.

he is the top she misses in that one tweet

gaon and jooyeon arent in the priv bc they cant shut their ass up for shit. 

jiho broke bank during the time you were away, since you severely undersell and overpour their drinks when they come.

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You never dared to cancel plans, leave, or even sleep on the couch. You two acted as if nothing had gone down between you, as if the bitter words, mean stares and sneaky comments were common, normal even. Being at each others throat was an act of love just as much as kissing, hugging, taking care of the other was.

Yet it had never been like this. The silence was deafening, the air thick between the two of you. Seongmo was sure you could hear a pin drop if you put intent on it.

Not only had you left in silence, disappearing in the middle of the day, you had left your things there too, giving the once shared apartment an eerily feeling. No message, no call, no nothing.

He wishes he had payed attention, to what exactly he doesn't know, but there had to be something, a sign, a mark, a weird looking lamp. Something that could have noticed him that you weren't okay. That the reason for getting up, even if it was just to keep fighting was there.

But you come back, and he tries to convince himself all is good again, that your hugs are just as warm, your kisses just as sweet and nothing is fundamentally broken. Everything is the same.

And maybe that's the problem, you still are you and Seongmo is still Seongmo. He still forgets to wash his cup in the morning and watches football religiously on Sundays. You still stay up late only to get in bed and you still have cold feet and take long naps on the couch. You are fine, everything's fine.

But it isn't. because you don't nag him anymore for the cups on the sink or the TV volume on Sundays. You stay later, way past the usual time you were in bed, and wear socks to bed to battle the cold. He doesn't wake up with you by his side, and you don't try to retain him in bed on weekends when he tries to get up too early in your opinion. You don't wear his old clothes to nap on the couch, you don't text in random intervals asking about his days, you don't care, it seems.

In theory, you still are the perfect girlfriend, hell, even more now that you don't bicker as much, he thinks, even if he's ashamed right after. Because this isn't you, and this version of you, that lets him win without even putting on a fight, will never be the one he fell in love with.

So he tells himself this is what he wanted, after all. Someone calm, quiet, collected. Someone that matched him. He was a calm person, allegedly. If you ignored the outbursts.

But now that he has it, was it worth it? hearing you laugh with one of your friends and realizing he couldn't remember the last time he even heard the sound, less alone be the reason for it. but you are fine, after all.

You don't ramble to him anymore about the movies you watched, instead typing furiously at your phone to someone who will listen and not complain, to someone who cares. He asks, but you tell him he wouldn't understand it, he had to see it. He misses the way you would read your point by point review.

He misses your singing voice in the kitchen, your figure reading on the other side of the couch while he lingers, working on some song. He misses the way you hum them.

He misses you.

And maybe he has to count his losses, appreciate that in some way he had you, but maybe you just aren't right to each other, like a match to gasoline you just know how to consume each other in the best and worse ways. And maybe he knows what is coming when you come back home and search for him after how long, and he knows what's coming when you tell him you need to talk and he knew it was coming when you told him you needed a break, some time apart would do you good. And he hopes you come back, may it be in a week, a month a year. Sometime. Just so he can have it as good as he once had, instead of daydreaming about dirty mugs.

★ choi jiho: performance leader, vocalist. big fan of gdragon, thats how he bonded with y/n since he was the only idol she could recognize (hes proud to be added to that list).

★ yoon siyun: vocalist. was casted thru dancing. and enjoys loosing at games. not that big of a drinker but still goes to the bar to meet normal people

★ choi (valentine) kyrell: also a vocalist. good at spanish and in charge of the smiles in the group (so corny). infiltrated in fan twitter just to see what they are up to.

★ mackiah mercer: rapper. even if he tries acting all macho man, he cant handle scary things. was in a band in middle school, and his hidden talent is knowing to play the flute.

★ kim seungmo: vocalist, and maknae. a slightly odd individual but a regular boy simultaneously. dont play the dont blink game with him you will loose.

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Another Friday, another party. You and your friends already dolled up and pregamed before arriving at the same house you had been coming for the past few weekends, and team frat. It was odd for your group to be frequenting the same establishment so many weekends in a row, but one of your friends had been fooling around with some guy named Yuma, member of said frat, and it seemed like things were more serious than they both had expected, even if you had your own opinions on the situation, he seemed like a nice guy, at least enough for you to agree to come to his frat enough weekends in a row, getting way too close to becoming a regular.

The only downside, and what a downside it was, was that frat boys move in packs, and while your friends had found their entertainment for the weekend in Nicholas, the resident flirt, or trying to see how red Jo's cheeks could get, much to the shy boys demise, you had found a match for your own, a match made in hell, you could say.

Maus Riki.

A year younger. Probably studying finance or something like that. What he lacked in age he made up in height, and even more in looks. Probably could have been a model in another life when he didn't decide keg stands were a worth hobby to pass the time.

His crime? being a flirt, and a damn good at that. If you weren't as stubborn, and he hadn't made the mistake of approaching you at his own frat party, you probably would have given him a chance.

You could feel his stare from the moment you set foot in the house. The way his eyes raked over your figure, the silent nod to Yuma, signaling that his lover had come, as a good friend would do.

But you knew better. That nod, that lazy smile, and his uninterested step as he trailed after the boy like he was doing you a favor in approaching you. how you wished you could slap that smirk off his face.

"Well… look who do we have here" Maki says, letting his eyes feast on your body as if he hadn't been following your every move from the moment you entered. One of your friends giggle at his comment, earning herself an eye roll from you.

"Hi, Maus" you greet, before promptly turning around to the conversation you were having moments before.

"Not so fast, doll.' he says, wasting no time in pulling you back in, shamelessly grabbing you by the waist. "barely left me get a look at you. So pretty all dressed up"

"Shut up dude" you say, trying to get a way as you feel his eyes rake all over your figure. You would be lying if you said you didn't like it. in some twisted way, you really enjoyed the attention, having one of the most sought after guys thirsting after you was a great ego boost.

"Nice dress' he says, his hands wondering way lower than they should. "Too short for my taste" he adds, pulling the skirt lower, his hand grazing the naked skin of your thighs.

"I thought you liked it" you say, trying to sound more annoyed than teasing, miserably failing at that.

"I do- don't get me wrong, it looks sinful on you," he says, trying to pull you even closer. "but I think it deserves a better treatment, like on my bed instead of a shitty basement. "

"As if" you scoff. There was no way in hell you would ever think of getting intimate with such a character. Sure, you heard the rumors, he was allegedly a good lay. But there was no way in hell you would ever fuck the human version of a vape in the club. (I.e, passed around)

"Common, you would have a great time I promise" if you could wipe that smirk off his face you would, but you don't think violence is really acceptable.

"No fucking way"

"Why not? i would make sure of it, scout's honor " you hated him, really. Hadn't he be so hot, you wouldn't be under this predicament. One rule, only one you had and he was adamant on making you break it, under the promise of something more. You knew damn well better than to believe you were something else besides another notch in his belt.

"And catch an std? no thank you." Ok, maybe it had come off ruder than intended, but he really was starting to get on your nerves, acting all high and dainty when everyone knew of his sexcapades.

"Don't worry, I'm tested" he says, way more cheekily than one would expect.

"And how many have you fucked since that?" Once again, what a bitch you were.

"You wound me pretty, I thought you knew better than to believe rumors" he wines, acting as if you had physically wounded him. "haven't been with anyone since i saw you" he flirts, winking as if that was the highest compliment you could get.

"That's not exactly what i heard."

"yeah but who's saying it. Doesn't count if they don't know me" he says, before calling over Nicholas, one of your acquaintances from this hellhole, formerly known as Maki's best friend "hey nicho, when was the last time I had someone over."

"I don't know man, your dry spell is literally haunting" he comments, before going back to trying to whatever conversation, which you were sure was not pg 13, he was having with your friend.

"See? there you have it" he says, please with the albeit humiliating from his friend. "Been saving me for you, mamas" his hands find solace on your waist once again, gently caressing the curve of your body.

"Ew, don't call me that." you wish you could sound more convincing, more because the nickname in itself is cringe than nothing else.

The idea of the rumors being wrong did lift the red flag a little, making it a yellow now more than anything. and maybe was the alcohol talking, but you had eyes, and Maki had always been a fine motherfucker.

"So now consider me giving me a chance"

and you act like you are thinking about it, pondering even if you two already know the answer, As much as you liked the chasing game, it was getting tiresome. but you still had a little more to give, not ready to give in .

"Call me when you are sober and we will see" you say, pulling out from his touch.

"But I don't have your number" he retorts, even if it sounds more like begging than a complaint. Maki was past the point to care, the prospect of finally getting to have you way more interesting than some ego or adjacent.

"I'm sure you can fix that. You are a big boy after all" And with that, you disappear into the crowd, ready to find your long gone friends. They say some rules are meant to be broken, after all.