Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

A Different You

May 2017

(Elevator to Hyeyeon's studio apartment)

As Hyungsik stepped in to the elevator, our shoulders lightly touched as he turned a hundred and eighty degrees. My silly heart was pacing, and my breath accelerated as the doors before us shut.

Why is he here? How did he get past the security? I didn't leave anything in the car, did I? Who visits at half past ten in the evening? This doesn't have anything to do with 'him giving it a go', right??

I swallowed my own thoughts and tightened my grip on the leather strap of my pouch.

In this closed chamber, I noted that Hyungsik's breathing was low but unsteady. The corners of my eye stole a glance: his index finger quickly rubbed the end of his long lashes, revealing an absent-minded stare.

A very handsome, absent-minded stare.

For my own sake, I pursed my lips together. Drooling would only be the death of me.

When the elevator finally arrived on the seventh floor, I thanked the heavens and headed out as fast as my limbs could take me. I walked towards my unit as normally as I could, resisting the urge to look behind me – where the sound of quiet footsteps followed.

"Hyeyeon, wait."

I halted at his soothing voice, four steps away from the door to my studio.

His footsteps became more audible as he crept closer. I held my breath with each passing tap, until he overtook me from the right and his feet were perfectly planted right before mine.

I gripped hard at the leather strap once more, as our gazes finally collide, "Is there anything... Sik?"

He wore a pair of intense and earnest eyes, and they looked like deep black pearls behind his long lashes. The boy has no clue how difficult he was making this for me.

"I came here because," he began with hesitation, looking dreamy in every possible angle.

I felt the blood rushing through the capillary veins of my heart, making it pump thrice as hard.

"You left your phone behind."

In less than a second, Hyungsik's expression turned from thoughtful to mischievous. His hand conveniently waved the rose-gold wrapped gadget at me, and I awkwardly reached out for it.

So much for my silly thoughts.

"I'm such a klutz," I confessed with a pang of embarrassment, "Thanks, Sik."

"No big deal."

"Well, good night to you Sik," I offered, hoping my disappointment wasn't translated into my tone.

Hyungsik slipped his hands into the pocket of his baggy khakis, and there came the absent-minded expression again. His lips were parted for a moment, and sealed the next moment.

What is it, Sik? Say it...

"Can I... um... use your bathroom for a second?"

(Ten minutes later)

(Inside Hyeyeon's studio apartment)

While Hyungsik was still in the bathroom, I made a dash around the room to straighten out any spot which seemed to be out of place. I hadn't had a visitor in a while, and I felt my mind going blank with every passing second.

Hold on. Something isn't right... The poster!

If Hyungsik saw the poster on my wall, he'd teased me for it for life. As I heard the toilet flush, I hastily climbed onto my bed and planted my fingers on the edge of the poster. Having removed the sticky blue tags on four corners, I hurriedly rolled it up and slipped it under my bed.