In which Uki is a famous k-Idol and Fulgur a bit too obsessed.
⌦ Fictional Story
⌦ genres:
⤳fluff, kpop au
↬ English isn't my first language, so please correct me if there are any big mistakes
↬ this story was published on ao3 first under my nam...
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"Yes 'we' are going home." The bartender stated once again with his arms crossed in front of his chest as he refused to look at the smaller. If he would've taken even the smallest glance of the other he wouldn't have been so persistent about sobering up the drunk male, the latter could wrap him around his pretty little finger any second.
Uki on the other hand kept repeating the stressed 'we' of Fulgurs sentence over and over again in his head. No matter how often he thought about the phrasing it would still mean the same.
"Woah Mr. Bartender, you seem soo desperate." The purple haired joked, not really knowing what he should retort to Fulgur's words. Thus his first idea was changing the topic by a flirtatious joke – kinda.
"No it's really not like that. Honestly if you wander around the city drunk like this Dispatch is going to destroy your ass." The gray haired had to once again explain his thoughts to the other.
Uki couldn't really concentrate anymore. Blame the alcohol for that. Plus, he just had something diffrent in mind now, blame Fulgur's choice of words.
However, if he were sober, which he clearly wasn't, Uki would've found it very reasonable to be more careful about his Idol imagine. After all he really didn't want some annoying paparazzi or sasaeng to address his 'wrongdoings' in the media of spending his night at a bar, getting a bit tipsy because of his lonely tenth win celebration. Was it really that bad to have some fun once in a while?
"Im clearly not going to ask where you live, I'm not trying to invade your privacy, but I still want to make sure you're not all by yourself like this." Fulgur elaborated further as he came out from behind the counter to lean on the furniture with his elbow as he stood next to Uki who was 'sitting' on the bar stool.
Fulgur indeed felt torn apart by his own thoughts and feelings. Sure he would've loved to get to know more about his Idol, even though he already knew a lot, but he felt so anxious about how much he was allowed to know as a fellow fan. As a matter of fact, meeting someone in person was totally diffrent from what you always hear things about a certain person in the media. Uki was diffrent. Even better when he was in reach.
Still, he really wasn't sure if it was okay to get to know the other. It seemed like he would've visited Uki's resident 'accidently' once in a while if he knew his address. He possibly wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing that nor could he have a good conscience.
That's why he thought about about bringing the idol to the only place left: his apartment.
Call him stupid for that, or sly, or whatever you want to call him for coming up with that idea, but it seemed like the only possibility to do something for the idol. He couldn't forgive himself if he let the drunk male leave like that.
"At least sober up a bit at my place, you can go after that. But leaving this bar like that will only make your name show up on the news, not in the good way." Since Uki still wasn't answering to Fulgur proposition, he decided to clarify his intentions.
