Fan Service [Yunho]

24

"I'll be right back," Yunho said before climbing out of the car. I watched as he paced back and forth in the parking lot talking to Dmitri. He spoke angrily while waving his hands around.

I hated that my kiss and people from my past were causing trouble for him.

Eventually, he calmed down and stood with his hand on his hip. He'd smile pitifully at the car now and then but I could tell how bothered he was...maybe he was even embarrassed to be seen with me.

I tried to smile back, tried to hide how afraid I was, but I think he could tell. Yunho always saw right through me.

He returned only a few minutes later and climbed into the car with a sigh.

"Yunho?" I asked worriedly. I wondered what the plan was.

How could he repair such irreparable damage to his reputation? There was evidence...

He opened his hand for me, and I reached down and interlocked my fingers with his. Even if things had changed, he hadn't. He was still warm...still soft...

He took a deep breath before turning to me, "It's okay."

"How?" I asked. "Isn't your whole thing supposed to be the cute boyfriend guy? I fucked it up. I shouldn't have done that."

"You think I'm cute?" he smirked, ignoring my question.

Still, I felt my cheeks blush, and I had to look away for fear I'd melt under his gaze.

I could feel his thumb brushing my hand, and he pulled it up to kiss it softly. It was the third time he'd kissed me...

"You didn't mess anything up, Charlie," he promised. "I told you to go after what you want."

"I don't want to fuck up your career," I promised, turning to him with tears. "I just wanted..." I didn't even know how to finish the thought....at least not out loud.

"You didn't mess it up. Nayoung is going to say it was her. It's all okay," he explained as he kissed my hand again.

"People won't believe that, Yunho. We don't exactly look the same."

He shrugged. "She'll just say she was in a wig to keep our identities concealed in public."

"Yunho..." I shook my head. I didn't think it would work.

"Charlie," he uttered with a playful tone. "It'll be okay."

I wanted to believe him. After all, he'd never done anything wrong. I needed to trust he had a handle on things. "You swear?" I checked.