Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

1231

June 2017

A week has past, since Hyungsik and I had our eventful chat.

Our conversation last week had been cut short, when Hyungsik received an impromptu call from his manager. He had no choice but to attend to a photoshoot which had been brought forward, at the eleventh hour.

"I don't want to go," Hyungsik pouted and whined, his upper lips pocketed into his lower lips.

I had to admit, with that many years of idol training, he had pretty much become an certified expert in aegyo (cute display of affection).

The wrinkles under my eyes curved, cringing.

Hyungsik stood up abruptly and started to pace around the living room. His slouchy posture exposed a little of his nervousness. "1231. The access code to my apartment," he slurred with speed, before he'd allow himself to change his mind.

My eyes met his dilating pupils, leaving my breath incoherent. My heart raced like the wings of a bumblebee as I realized the significance of his words – he'd saved my birthday (December 31st) as his passcode, and he was giving me the freedom to come up to his place, at any given time.

The very thought of it left me occasionally stoning at the pantry water cooler in the middle of the week day, and wide awake in cold sweat in the middle of the week night.

As Soojin congratulated me with overwhelming zealousness on moving up so quickly on the ladder of our relationship, I decided it was probably best not to breathe a word to Hyewon unnie. Not now, anyways.

Instead, I piled myself with work and more work, eager to stay away from idle thoughts.

Hyungsik had been piled up with work too, and so we exchanged regular texts throughout the week, neither of us daring again to make any mention on the access code. My hands impatiently searched for the phone every time it vibrated; thrilled when the sender was Hyungsik, disappointed when it wasn't. Despite the obvious demands of his work, Hyungsik kept our conversation light and humorous, staying true to his positive and playful nature. Admittedly, it's what I really like about him. His perspective and attitude on things. While we may not have control of our external circumstances, our attitude towards it is within our span of control. Whenever I find myself falling into the trap of stressing myself out, I'd take a cue from Hyungsik's positivity and learn to look at things from another angle.

Rather than beating around the bush, Hyungsik also wore his heart on his sleeves. If he wanted to know what was on my mind, he'd ask. If he wanted to know what I was up to, he'd ask. He wasn't one to shy away in the dark, and get lost in pitiful thoughts (like yours truly). Instead, he was both consistent and candid in his approach, and it allowed me to slowly open my heart, without me fully understanding its mechanism.

When my work week was finally over, I decided to spend my Saturday afternoon in a productive and much-needed grocery shopping. Hyungsik had a schedule today, and he would be spending the day with his fans, at the French Cafe Roastery Fan Signing. His post-drama popularity was skyrocketing by the second, and having received many love calls from various companies, he had to attend to fan signings besides the usual commercial recordings.

Upon the buzz on my phone, my hands moved quickly to read the unread message.

I wished you were here. ~Sik

I had wanted to be there. But the seats had all been taken. I had assumed this was a first-come-first-serve fan signing event, but apparently it wasn't. I hadn't had the time to properly read the fan signing rules, because.