The car ride between Gayoon and Donghyuck is a strange mixture of comfort and awkwardness.
Comfortable in the sense that the soulmate bond, with all its unspoken pull, is making her feel oddly at ease despite the strange tension. It's as if the connection between them is smoothing out the rough edges of their interaction, lulling her into a sense of familiarity and warmth, even if she doesn't fully understand it.
Awkward, though, because neither of them says anything for the longest time. The air is thick with unspoken thoughts, filled only with the sound of their soft breathing and the quiet hum of the engine. Gayoon's mind is racing, though. She wants to speak, ask questions, maybe even break the silence, but there's something in the way Donghyuck carries himself that keeps her from doing so.
She can't help but notice the scent that fills the car. It's unmistakably his—there's the expensive, polished fragrance of his cologne, a note of something fresh, like a crisp morning, but also something softer, more personal. His body scent mingles with it—something homely, like a closet filled with soft fabrics, the fresh scent of laundry detergent, and the comfort of freshly washed bedding.
It's strange, but it's comforting. He smells like home.
She notices there's no lingering hint of cigarette smoke in the car—just a faint trace of vape, which, thankfully, isn't too overpowering. Gayoon isn't fond of cigarette smells; they always make her nauseous. This, however, is bearable.
"We're here," Donghyuck finally speaks up, breaking the silence.
The car stops, and Gayoon glances out the window to find that they've pulled up to a bar. Her brows furrow in confusion.
"A bar?" she asks, almost incredulous.
"The twins are already inside," Donghyuck replies casually, turning off the engine. He unlocks the door with a flick of his wrist. "Ah, one more thing."
Before Gayoon can process what he means, he grabs her wrist and slides a red band around it. Her breath catches at the sudden, unexpected contact. The band feels warm against her skin, as though his touch lingers even after he lets go.
"Never take it off," he says, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine.
Gayoon's heart races, and she finds herself nodding without a second thought. There's something about his tone, the authority behind it, that makes her lose herself in it. She hates how easily he can make her respond this way. Her pride feels like it's slipping away, crushed under the weight of his demands. It's as if he has this power over her—a power to make her obey with nothing more than a snap of his fingers.
She groans quietly, trying to shake off the strange feeling building inside her. It's too much to process, but there's no time to think about it now. She quickly follows him out of the car, staying close behind as they walk toward the entrance of the bar.
The security guards nod at Donghyuck as they approach, and he smiles politely at them before walking through. When it's Gayoon's turn, the guard's eyes scan her wrist briefly, his gaze lingering on the red band before he nudges her forward without a word.
Still in shock, Gayoon follows Donghyuck into the bar. Her fingers instinctively reach for the band on her wrist, and she examines it closely. There's a small cherry symbol in the center, a simple design that somehow feels important. Just as she's looking at it, she bumps into someone, and her heart jumps in her chest.
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TANTIANA UNIVERSITY | RED
Fanfic❝And I can see the sirens on his eyes, the poison on his lips, the burns of his touches, and yet I embraced him like a saint, ignoring how his fire is engulfing me❞ ▂ ❗️ reader discretion is advised includes strong language and mature context COMPLE...
