Sasaeng || 백현

+ thirty three

+ thirty three

The couple of days that he asked for suddenly turned into two weeks. In those two weeks, the two met up in secret whenever he was actually in Seoul. Most of his days were spent in Japan with the group, performing in the best venues for their tour. He had returned just a few days prior and spent as much time as he could with Narda. Each time he would return late at night from practices, he'd sneak out of the building and meet her in an empty parking lot in his car. They'd meet at the movies at midnight, with him clad in black from head to toe, concealing his face under a cap, sunglasses, and a mask. They paid for movie tickets and ended up talking through the whole thing or making out. Narda had strategically picked movies that weren't popular anymore, so that they'd have the whole room to themselves.

In the mornings at work, Narda was always run down and tired now, with dark bags under her eyes. But there was always a smile on her face and she often sighed, daydreaming about seeing her Byun again. She wanted everyone to know that they liked each other, and that they wouldn't let anyone separate them anymore.

But as the days became weeks, Narda started losing hope.

They were sat in a lonely movie theater in the middle of the night. On the screen The Book of Life was playing, which Narda had specifically picked since it was late November and it was the month of the dead in Mexico. It had been dubbed in Korean, instead of subbed, and she couldn't understand anything they were saying. But she was half paying attention to the movie, and half getting distracted by her lover's lips trailing slow kisses up and down her neck.

"Pay attention to me, Guti." Baekhyun whined, moving the arm rest in between them out of the way to close the small gap. He had been away for ten days and had just gotten back that afternoon. He needed her company, and her attention. 

But something was wrong. She hadn't smiled at him all night, even though she had been excited and cheerful the night before when he hid from Chanyeol and the managers in a broom closet to video chat with her. He noticed her mood was changed when he picked her up at the subway station for their date. But he thought it would pass as soon as they could spend some time together. He thought it was just the fact that she missed him, like he missed her, that had her so down in the dumps. That was all he needed to feel better, seeing her. No matter how tired from practices and performing that he was, even the mere sight of her made him feel like it was worth it.

"Byunnie," She sighed and turned in her seat to face him. Her face was illuminated in the dimly lit room by the figures on the screen. She was biting down on her lip, trying not to ruin the moment, but her feelings came spilling out of her mouth before she would stop them. It was inevitable. "Have you told anyone about us? You said you would talk to your managers in a few days, its been weeks--"

"I've tried." He told her with sincerity.

And he was being completely honest. He had stopped spending time with Taeyeon like he had been forced to. He stopped answering her calls and texts. He hid from her in the dorms, which was a feat in itself since they lived in the same building. Every time he seemed to bring up his relationship status with the managers, they'd shoo him off, yelling that there was no time for that. They'd shove him into more practices, and threw more activities at him to prevent him from even remembering what he wanted to say. It was almost as though they knew he was reaching his limit and wanted to break things off with Taeyeon.

"I want to have patience." She admitted to him. "But its starting to feel like in those soap operas I watch so much. Where the rich and famous guy uses the innocent dorky girl. I don't want to be your booty call."

"You're not." He quickly assured her, pressing his lips to hers desperately. "Its just with the concerts and the extra practices, and the interviews...they won't listen to me."