𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - minhyun x eunwoo ff (completed)

✧*̥˚ 10 | the scientist *̥˚✧

I can't believe I'm going to Paris.

I'll be needed to shoot vlog footage of Eunwoo's Fashion Week appearance as Dior's ambassador. It's going to be my first time traveling out of the continent of Asia and I am so thrilled even though it's technically a work trip.

We're currently having a meeting about the Paris trip itinerary. Only a small team of five staff will be going - consisting of Taeyoon, a Stylist, a Makeup artist, a 2nd assistant road manager/bodyguard, and me. While Taeyoon is briefing us about the itinerary & schedule, I secretly open a tab on my browser to search for 'aesthetic cafes in Paris'. I was too excited to make a list of places to check out already.

Eunwoo who was also present in the meeting - and also sitting beside me - scoots closer and I quickly switch my tab to hide what I was doing.

"I saw that," he whispers.

"Shhhh... No, you didn't," I replied in a hushed voice so that Taeyoon wouldn't catch us talking.

"Can we go together?" Eunwoo asks.

I looked at him surprised, "You really want to go?"

I honestly didn't think of asking him because he was already so busy with his schedules, that I didn't want to eat into his personal free time.

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

"Okay, sure~" I feel butterflies in my stomach again.

I feel a little pinch of guilt when I am reminded of Minhyun, but I can't help that Eunwoo still makes my heart flutter so effortlessly - it's almost annoying. Does he know the power he holds?

I watch him as he writes on a piece of paper while pretending to look like he's paying attention to Taeyoon who was going through our Day 3 Itinerary; I could tell he wasn't taking notes.

It's been about a week since our almost-kiss under the stars and seeing him at work has been a little bit awkward. Whenever, we looked at each other there was this unspoken tension in the air. However, of course, I do my best to compartmentalise and keep my feelings separate from work. I have to be a professional. On top of that, with everything that happened with Minhyun recently, I couldn't stop thinking about him either. 

I was spacing out in my thoughts, staring at my laptop screen when I suddenly see a piece of crushed up paper slide onto my keyboard. It was from Eunwoo.

I open the note and it wrote,
"Meet me in the music room on Lvl 6"

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I entered the dimly lit room, I could see Eunwoo sitting in front of a keyboard. He was playing "The Scientist" by Coldplay.

He sings along as he plays, and I try to tread as quietly as possible so he wouldn't stop. His voice was beautiful and sentimental, and I was deeply impressed by how well he was singing in English.

Without thinking, I sit down beside him and start singing along too.

🎵 Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
🎶 Oh, let's go back to the start

As I sit next to him, shoulders touching, I watch as delicate smiling lines appear at the outer corner of his lovely doe eyes while he continues to sing.

🎵 Nobody said it was easy
🎶 It's such a shame for us to part

I try my best to harmonize with him as he looked deeply into my eyes; once again, I'm pulled in by his charm. Everything about him was enchanting, it was like I was put under a spell whenever I was in his presence.

🎵 No one ever said it would be this hard
🎶 Oh, take me back to the start

He ends the song here, and suddenly he takes my hand. I watch as he places his palm on top of mine, staring at our hands as if he was comparing the sizes. Slowly, he interlocks his fingers with mine effortlessly once again just like that night when he brought me to gaze at the stars.

I felt the air being sucked out of the room, and I could only hear my heart beating loudly in my ears.

"Can we go back to the start?" his voice breaks the stillness, quoting the lyrics of the song we just sang.

"The start?" I ask, genuinely unsure by what he meant.

He suddenly gets up and in a smooth motion, and he brings his left leg over the long 2-person chair and sits back down. His body was completely facing me now, and much closer. Too close. His legs were spread apart, with his right knee touching my thigh and his left knee behind me. No words came to me, and I try to catch my breath.

He didn't reply with words either. Instead, his large hand cupped my cheek and slowly travelled to the back of my head, gently guiding me nearer to his face. I close my eyes and our lips crash against each other closing the space.

Our bodies relax into each other and we kiss, and we kiss, and we kiss; each time with increasing urgency. I shiver as I feel his burning fingers stroking the nape of my neck in a constant sensual motion. It was like all the tension that was built up from the night we almost-kissed till now was liberated in a combustion. The heat between us was fiery.

The world around me faded away as I lose myself in a hot, insatiable hunger for him, both of us greedy and endlessly relishing each other.

He tasted so good.