2pm Imagines

Chansung

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The man was chopping celery and you couldn't stop yourself from sneaking glances at him. Seriously, celery.

You had it bad.

And he was interested, that much you knew. But he wasn't exactly drooling over you while you stirred the soup stock. It hadn't been long since the two of you started dating and you were smack in the middle of doing all the usual things. Casual dates to get to know each other, shy smiles, a few chaste pecks here and there.

However you were starting to wade into the deep end of the ocean sans floaties, and he seemed, you didn't know, relaxed? It worried you to think he might not be as attracted to you as you were him. Which was totally possible. He was an international pop star. You owned a bookstore. It was through sheer luck that he loved the smell and feel of a book in his hand that the two of you even met at all.

Your store was out of the way, which given his popularity, was advantageous for him. He started becoming a regular when he was in town and you may or may not have bulked up the Philosophy section to keep him coming back.

One thing led to another and here you were cooking in his kitchen wondering how this had become your life.

"Ready?"

While you were spaced out he'd come up with the chopped veggies. Blinking you eloquently asked, "Huh?"

Smirking he poured the ingredients into the pot. "Where did you go there?"

Feeling your cheeks burning not so much at being caught daydreaming, but what you'd been thinking about you hedged, "Just thinking about the strange turns life takes."

Chansung nodded in agreement and moved back to his prep area to start cutting up some chicken. "Anything in particular?"

You weren't about to confess to mentally playing he loves me, he loves me not. Leaning back you braced your arms on the counter behind you. "I guess us meeting. All the seemingly insignificant things that add up to bring people together. Little decisions falling along like a trail of dominoes. We never know where it will lead or if it will be to something major or minor."

"Hmm, true. So where do you think we fall on that scale?"

"I'm...hoping for something major." It was hard not to feel exposed but you weren't one to hide your feelings.

Unfortunately he only nodded again and continued to cut up the protein. Feeling more than a little crestfallen you turned back to the pot and resumed stirring. You reasoned with yourself that it was ok if he wasn't as crazy about you as you were him. It could happen eventually. But that little voice in the back of your mind said it was a fluke he was with you at all. A diversion from his celebrity lifestyle by having a fling with someone 'normal'.

It wasn't long before Chansung was on your side of the kitchen washing his hands. Then he approached you with a gaze you could only call smoldering. Instead of being your Hwang Chansung, book lover and new beau, he was Chansung of 2PM. You'd never been as aware of the distinction before. It had to be a skill they taught at JYP.

The clean smell of soap hit your senses as he tilted your head back for a kiss. Honestly you'd never believed in those scenes from books where kisses were 'breathtaking' or made people dizzy. Apparently you'd just never been kissed properly before.​ It was so deep, so thorough your toes curled. Filled with passion and desire but tempered with gentleness, like you were a treasure.

Eventually he broke away leaving you to raise your fingertips to your mouth feeling your swollen lips. Panting, you could only stare at him and he gave a small laugh. He was your sweet pseudo philosopher once again.

Bashfully checking out the kitchen tile he confessed, "I, ah...well, I just wanted you to know I'm voting for major. Definitely major. But I had to wash my hands first."

Your heart fluttered like mad, and you marveled at feeling things you'd never really believed in. Maybe it was time