Cinderella (Seventeen)

Pizza and Turtles and Harley Quinn

Alright, so I took everyone's wishes as I didn't want to disappoint anyone, and decided to write each and every date out. I can't leave anyone out, so this happened. This is a Monsta (X... Alright I know I'm lame I'm sorry) of a chapter. I'm also splitting it into two halves, because there is so many of them. So in reality, the next two chapters will be the longest ever. Whatever happens in between in regards to the story, will be explained in the next chapter. I hope that's okay. Be warned, extreme fluff and cute moments. And extra awkwardness thrown in at times. Can you handle it?

Chapter Thirteen

DATE ONE: SEUNGKWAN

*Hyolyn's POV*

Why... Why do I need swimwear? That little... I can't complain. No Hyolyn. I said I would go along with whatever they wanted for the day. They are after all taking the time out for me. I told them there was no need, but they insisted. They won't stop until they get what they want. Sometimes that's good, but when they are arguing at 1am about the last scoop of ice cream (no guessing who that was, side eyes Jun and Minghao), well, like I said. They won't stop until they get what they want.

"Here," Seungcheol handed me a t-shirt. "I don't know what he has planned, but I heard him telling you get swimwear. Just wear this over the top." He smiled, throwing the t-shirt over my head.

"Thanks," I smiled a little. Dang these guys.

"You ready?" Seungkwan appeared, towel under his arm.

"As I will ever be," I took the other towel for him, giving Chewy a pat on the head as he ran back to Dino. TRAITOR. Here's to the next two weeks...

***

"Hyolyn, hey, noona," I felt him shaking me.

"Oh, we here already?" I rubbed my eyes, adjusting to the light. Wherever 'here' was, was bright. And hot.

It finally dawned on me we were at a beach. Duh. There's sand and sea. Freaking genius, me.

Helping me off the bus, Seungkwan just smirked, but not in a byuntae way. In a sort of goofily cute way. Pulling me by the arm, he pulled me over the top of a sand dune to reveal the beach. A sort of quiet beach.

"No one really comes here during the week, they're usually working, you know because they need money to live and stuff," he rambled. "So, it's that cramped, I don't think we will get a spot," he squinted, looking around dramatically.

"Dang, I'm stepping on people," we joked, walking to the middle of the beach, but sort of close to the water.

I'm just waiting for the questions to start being thrown. I mean, these dates are to get closer and stuff, and for that I need to let my guard down to everyone. Which is going to be hard, I mean don't get me wrong I trust these guys. But there has been so many threats in the past that if I tell anyone, I'm dead.

Then again. They aren't part of my life anymore. I don't need them anymore. I never needed them anyway.

"How about here?" He looked around, kicking a few stones out the way, then to me.

"Seems like a good spot," I nodded in approval. Sitting on the sand, it was warm, it was comforting. It felt peaceful.

"Alright," he sat next to me. "I am the master of musical chairs, that is how I got in this position." He laughed, kicking some sand from the towel. "Noona?"

"Yeah?" I know what is coming.

"You know if you ever feel the need to talk, I'm here. Please remember that. I know I come across as a little carefree and diva sometimes, and I don't know what went on in your life, and I don't want to push you for stuff, but just remember I am here. We don't even know each other well... Yet," he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows causing me to laugh. "But we all care for you."