It’s never something you plan to do, torn between buying Reese’s or Hershey’s Kisses, in the middle of a department store as wave after wave of emotion blanches through you, leaving you with a quivering lip and contact lenses threatening to shift about your eyes.
“Fuck.” You mumble, settling for both with a huff, tossing them into your basket and continuing on your way.
You don’t mean to act this way, but you’re tired, exhausted and you have to do this at least once a month if you don’t want to snap.
“Excuse me.” He says, hand on your arm.
It’s pretty dramatic, the swoop of your head, lashes lifting to reveal irises blurred by tears, and it’s also quite theatrical, the part of his lips as he rushes, hushes, trying to tell you something.
“You’re stepping on my foot.” He finally squeaks out, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“Sorry again.” Kicking a pebble, you sniffle pitifully as the man, who you now know as Jonghyun, shakes his head vigorously.
“It’s really okay! My shoes are thick, so I’m all good! I-” He stops.
“I’m more worried about why you’re still crying, honestly.” Looming nearer and nearer, his face falls as your eyes glaze over again.
“It’s fine. I don’t-there’s no particular reason.”
So used to hiding things, you can’t bring yourself to tell him out of habit, as prominent as biting your nails, as festered as a wound left band-aided for too long.
“There must be something.” He responds, and you’re becoming more and more aware of the fact that he’s practically a human heater, giving off wavelengths of pure thermal energy while he sends that wounded puppy expression your way.
“There are lots of somethings, but some things are better left unsaid, you know?” You say, and he nods like he understands. You pale upon realizing what just came out of your mouth.
“Fuck, that sounded like something out of a teen romance, I’m sorry.”
Twinkling, glimmering, sparkling, Jonghyun cocks his head and raises and eyebrow.
“You’re a weird one.” If he hadn’t smiled afterward, you’d probably have started sobbing again.
First dates are supposed to be complicated, so you choose to not label your first outside-of-the-department-store meeting with him.
Helping the guy with his lyric-writing shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Fucking wrong; you happen to know asking someone to co-write is the deal-maker, or breaker in some cases.
“So what do you think?”
His pen taps one phrase in particularly, and his eyebrows are arched and focused, an action that nearly has you throw off guard.
“It depends; are you going for the more languid-lovemaking vibe, or an in-your-face sexual shabang?”
Somber, he ponders for a second, chewing the top of his pen.
“Little bit of both.”
Getting your game on, you successfully formulate a line he more than adores, and thus, earn yourself a spot in his heart.
Or, you know, the motive behind this scenario may have been a product of your paranoid nature.
“I didn’t expect anything less than perfect from you.” He teases, opening his arms for a hug, pouting when you don’t hurry into it.
“You don’t have to be so stiff. I’m not gonna eat you.”
Your eyes widen, and he smirks.
“Actually, I just might.” There’s a glint in his eyes you’re not sure you enjoy.
He might have meant it in a playful way, but no matter the intention, Kim Jonghyun sinks his teeth into your earlobe while he growls, and you nearly weep.