Since everyone loved the orginal, it's time we take it up a notch and make it into a sequel!
With so many twists and turns with your favorite idols, nothing is ever boring in KPOP world! So hold your breath and take a love dive!
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He has an okay apartment – not luxurious by any means, but comfortable and in a relatively safe neighborhood. He has a steady job – journalism isn't exactly revered, especially in these times, but he likes what he does. He didn't mind having met his soulmate nearing his late twenties – most people never meet their soulmate his, if they have one, and even then, it's not like everyone meets The One in high school or college. Life is never like the movies.
Shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, Daeyeol hovers his hand over the number pad next to the apartment building's gate. He can't just stand here for much longer when it's already dark out; he'll look like a creep. The numbers past his fingers his look so intimidating, though. He remembers which ones he needs to press, (he has since the first time,) he just can't bring himself to... press them.
But he does, because he can't bring himself to not, either.
Daeyeol presses his pinky knuckle into the number pad so he doesn't smear his own blood on it. My voice comes crackly and broken through the speaker indented in the pylon next to the gate.
"Did you forget your key again?" you ask teasingly – not for him.
Daeyeol simply says, "It's me."
"Oh." Something rustles through the speaker, and my voice grows concerned. "Are you okay? Hold on, I'm buzzing you in."
The lock on the gate clicks open, and a low beep sounds when the connection up to your apartment cuts off. Daeyeol, sighs, uses his shoulder to push the gate open, and heads towards the staircase. Even though his sore muscles his protest the extra exercise, his mind his automatically chooses the stairs over the elevator. That would bring him to you faster. He doesn't want that.
Or, he doesn't want to want that.
He's tired, though, when he reaches my floor, too exhausted to remember what he wants and doesn't want when he raps his knuckles on my door. I open up immediately, a concerned frown marring my face as my eyes look Daeyeol up and down.
"Cripes, Daeyeol, what'd you do?"
His right cheek is all scraped up, still caked with a thin layer of blood and gravel from when he tumbled to the ground just an hour ago. His hands suffered a similar fate along with his right elbow his, which he sacrificed to save his precious camera his.
He shows me a weak smile. "I almost got them this time."
The tension in my shoulders deflates at his albeit misplaced nonchalance, and I roll my eyes, my signature smile returning to your lips. "Seriously? Are you still trying to catch Red?"
