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saturday night 🐻🌙

Haechan met her on a Saturday night.

Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, and Jaemin were playing at some seedy bar in a terrible part of Itaewon, just trying to earn some goddamn recognition, and Haechan was off in his own head, admittedly. He was paying enough attention to the song to keep along with the beat, but aside from that, Haechan felt himself drifting, as if he was on a sea out to nowhere.

Looking along at the sea of people, Haechan smiled and winked at some girl who was standing on a table, but she was looking at somebody else, which was only his luck, Haechan supposed. Nobody ever went for him; maybe he was too grumpy. Jaemin always said that Haechan had a resting aggressive face. Was that the problem? It seemed too simple.

"As you sit at home alone with not- oh, great." Renjun broke off unexpectedly, which was enough for everybody to stop playing, except for Jeno, who lags for a moment in D minor.

Haechan looked up from his shoes, wondering what would be deemed distracting enough to throw the whole song off-key. He frowned and briefly searched through the crowd, knowing that it took a lot to make Renjun stop singing, and that's when he saw the source of the issue.

There was a woman who was trying, and failing rather embarrassingly, to grab some guy's hair. It was an amusing sight, to be sure. Haechan smiled despite himself, his fingers slipping, and the guitar let out some ungodly note that wouldn't have fit with any song, but he couldn't have cared less.

"You motherfucker!" The woman proclaimed loudly.

Haechan's smile morphed into a grin as he watched the woman in question lunge like some kind of spider monkey from hell. He always liked women with a spark in them, and it didn't help that she was quite the looker-black hair, brown eyes, his kind of woman.

Glancing behind his shoulder, Haechan looked at Jaemin, who simply rolled his eyes and twirled his drumsticks, obviously eager to get the beat going again.

"Aha! Renjun, I think our little bassist is smitten. " Yangyang suddenly said, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught sight of the man in question. He looked quite pleased. "Do you like Miss Tarzan over there, Haechan-ie?"

"None of your business." Haechan muttered.

Renjun simply motioned his hand in the air. "Go on. We've already lost the keyboardist. "

That was true- Jeno, with his short attention span, was already across the room.

But Haechan was never one to pass up an opportunity that'd been given to him, so he quickly hurried down the stairs, holding his guitar down with one hand to keep it from bumping against something. Haechan shouldered his way through the crowd, eager.

He'd had girlfriends before, but they were always either in it for sex or money, which Haechan didn't really have a lot of, admittedly.

But there was something different about this one- call Haechan crazy, but he'd always harboured an intuition for such things.

The woman was back down on the ground, but she was now telling off the guy, talking too fast to be heard, but clearly angry for a good reason. She was ranting and saving, and then he tentatively touched her shoulder, and she turned around so fast that it was a wonder that she didn't get whiplash.

"Hi." Haechan said, smiling, hoping to soften his features and appear less angry. "I just saw you from across the room and.. well, I'm Haechan."

The woman stopped, and she stared at him for a long minute with those beautiful brown eyes, and, really, Haechan was in love already.

It was fucking crazy.

And then the woman smiled, and stuck out her hand. "Giselle."

Unless Haechan was crazy (which was debatable), he was sure that he saw a love spark in her eyes, too.