Ephemeral | kpop imagines

moonlit romance - k.jh

Wherever I go, whoever I meet, in the end,
I'm on my way to see you

I know I probably shouldn't have come to this party, all things considered. Crowds and loud noises are both things I loathe beyond comparison, and I know approximately three people here.

Two of which are currently locked in a smooching contest, apparently. This is why I don't go anywhere with my brother and his girlfriend.

And, unfortunately, Minho is my ride home, so his preoccupation is hindering my plans to turn in early tonight. I opt to hide on the front porch with a big gray cat as my company. Truly, it's not even a big party, but it's not my jam at all, so I'd rather enjoy the crisp autumn breeze by myself for a while.

Sadly, the alone part is put to a swift end, and I retreat to the furthest corner to avoid interacting with drunken frat hordes and their tipsy female shadows. I peek over an overgrown aloe vera at them, observing their crude attempts at conversation and their sluggish body language. Everyone is laughing, talking about any and everything, and I wonder for the first time what I might be missing out on.

"It's nothing special," a familiar voice tells me.

My eyes bounce away from the crowd on the porch to the lawn on my other side, where one Kim Jonghyun stands, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Yeah? Speaking from experience?"

"Maybe."

I lean my head back against the siding of the house. My feline friend decides a nap under the porch is a better idea, now.

"You wanna get out of here?" he asks, leaning against the half-dilapidated fencing behind him.

"Excuse me?"

"C'mon," he furthers, "You're an open book, Choi Dahee. You are not enjoying any part of this party."

"Yeah, no shit," I sigh, my eyes falling back on the partially-open door, "But I'm the designated driver for Minho and Daseul."

"Where are they, anyway?"

I give Jonghyun an incredulous glance. "Take a guess, Einstein."

His brows raise and he scoffs a little. "Unbelievable."

"Tell me about it," I scrub a hand down my face in annoyance.

"Daheeee," Minho's voice calls, laced with intoxication, "Where'd you go?"

"I'm here," I pipe up, poking my head over the railing, "What's up?"

"Ah," he leans over the railing to speak to me, "Seul and I are going to spend the night here with the boys. You can head home whenever you want."

"Oh, lovely, thanks," I grumble, but he's already walking out of earshot.

"Leaving you stranded, then?" Jonghyun asks, and I hate the triumphantly smug grin that's plastered on his face.

"Surprise, surprise," I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut as if I can wish this situation away.

"Let me take you home," he says, but his voice is gentle, not condescending.

"Hmm."

"No funny business... unless you want-"

"Jonghyun."

"I'm teasing!" he throws his hands up.

Lord, he's luxurious. His desperately handsome face is angled toward me in a way that makes him seem statue-like. Moonbeams hit him in all the right spots, bringing to life an ethereal creature that shouldn't be counted among us measly humans.