A gentle knock on her door. She immediately recognized it.
«Come in, Seonghwa.»
He opened the door and found her sitting on her bed writing in a notebook.
«Hey,» he smiled. «How do you feel?»
«I'm good,» she said lightly. «You?»
«Are you really good?! I'm so nervous!»
«Oh thank god, me too!»
She patted on the bed beside her, and he came to sit beside her.
«How are you feeling about KQ doing the whole planning?»
«I'm honestly fine with it,» she said. «I don't really feel a need to make too many decisions when... you know, this isn't... the real thing.»
«Yeah, I know what you mean. When you get married next time you can have the dress of your dreams.»
She smiled a smile he didn't quite know how to interpret. Was it sad? Melancholic? Disillusioned?
«Are you feeling sad about tomorrow?» he asked.
«No!» she said and looked at him. «I'm really not. I'm ready to do it. I'll even enjoy it, I think.»
«Good! Because we should be happy tomorrow, right? Even if it's a marriage for show.»
«Yes! So let's agree on having a good time tomorrow, okay?»
«Yes!»
He stood up and went to the door.
«I have a question,» she finally said, just before he was leaving.
«Okay?» He turned and looked at her, she looked flustered.
«Ehm, what is the custom in Korea when it comes to... you know, kissing during the wedding?»
«Oh!» He blushed a little, tried to get it together to answer properly. «Ehm, I guess they'll incorporate both a little western and korean.»
«I know when we're supposed to kiss, but... I was more wondering, will it seem strange if we only do those tiny pecks on the lips like we've done this far?»
«It might look suspicious,» he said slowly and glanced at her for a second. «But it says in your contract that you'll never be required to do anything you're not comfortable with so it's fine. Most of the guests will know the truth about us anyway.»
«I'm ready to do it properly,» she said. «But could we practice? Because I don't want our first real kiss to be in front of cameras and guests.»
«Oh.»
«But if you don't want to do that, it's fine. Obviously.» Her blush went from pink to dark red, and he stepped closer to her.
«No, I'm just a coward,» he said. «I made you bring it up when I've been thinking about this too. A lot.»
She smiled a little, stood up and met him halfway across the floor.
«How about we just do it, and then you go? No more talking. I want to be embarrassed alone afterwards.»
«Fine,» he laughed a little, his eyes already on her lips.
«A proper kiss,» she said.
«Okay.»
«A long one.»
«Yes.»
«And I can touch you?»
«Yes. And can I..»
«Yes,» she said quickly and put her lips on his.
A soft first touch, before they both relaxed a little more and settled into it. When she let her tongue gently touch his bottom lip he opened his lips. The tips of their tongues danced a careful little dance, and Y/N hands went from Seonghwas face into his hair before they settled behind his neck.
Seonghwa was a little nervous to touch her, but as soon as he felt her tongue towards his lip, he forgot all about it. He didn't even think about it when his hands went from her waist around her back. One slid up and down along her spine while the other one settled down at the bottom of her back, pressing her gently towards himself.
When she pulled back, he didn't know if it had been 1 minute or 10, he just knew he was out of breath. She rested her forehead against his for a second before putting her hands on his chest and stepping back.
«Good night, Seonghwa,» she said, and he did as promised, he left.
When he turned to close the door behind him, he saw her standing in the middle of the room with two fingers on her lips, just looking at him.
«Good night, Y/N.»
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Fake it till you make it // Ateez // P.SH
Fanfiction"This contract says I'm to act like Park Seonghwas wife for a minimum of one year?" -- Y/N takes on the job as Seonghwas wife, but it is strictly a facade. She is not someone he ever would have looked at twice in a normal situation. "But why me?"...
