Street Dancer (BTS fanfic)

Ch. 28 - Little Things Can Mean Something Too

Eun-ha has weird tastes about dates. Well, the thing is... First, Eun-ha never dated. The only dates she went to were mixers during her high school and college years and some nights were Jun would ask her out for dinner, arcade night etc. Those type of things that she thought were only friends stuff. Second, she watched too many k-dramas. Mostly romantic ones too. She gave unexpected good dating advice to people but is having a hard time on hers. She would blame the shows she had watched but nah. Remember her favorite show Hwarang? She liked Park Hyun-sik's character of King Sam Maek-jong and she preferred the king ending up with Ah-ro. Anyway, that's besides the point. Eun-ha sucks. But she's getting there. With the help of Yoon-gi.

Yoon-gi yawns after half an hour later of sitting in a hair salon, waiting for Eun-ha. "What's taking her so long?"

Close to an hour earlier, Eun-ha and Suga were just on a stroll next to the waters. On a bicycle. Where Suga was on the back and Eun-ha was on the bars, controlling the bicycle... It was a really funny image. But then when they slowed down, a lady with flyers and pins ran up to them.

"Miss! Are you interested in dyeing your hair or have thought the idea of doing it?", said the lady.

Eun-ha's interested was aroused. When she was in high school, she did think about bleaching her hair but it never happened. "In the past, yeah. Why?", she asked bluntly.

"Will you try our new product for free? It just came in this morning and we want someone with really nice hair to use it on. And yours seems to be well-taken care of. You can pick any color you want in the store and we won't charge you!", she leans closer to her and eyes Yoon-gi with a grin. She didn't know who they were but she had other ideas. "Your boyfriend has nice silver hair too! Please please please!"

"Hm.", Eun-ha averts her eyes to Yoon-gi and stares at his hair before looking back at the lady with a shrug. "Sure. Why not."

And here they are. Suga was stuck, waiting. But finally, forty minutes later, he perks up as he hears Eun-ha's sandals flip-flopping on the cement floor.

"Hyung!", she happily enters the lobby. "Look! We're somewhat matching! They even curled it for me. I never knew you could do so much with this hair of mine that's always a mess."

Suga's eyes were wide and he bites his lips. "You...", he scratches his cheek. "Look cute I guess.", he mumbled.

"The color looks cute doesn't it?", Eun-ha continued their talk as they greet the salon goodbye and hopped back on the bike.

This time, Yoon-gi wanted to drive the bycicle. He took them at the pier and there were barely people there since the sun was going down and most people were in the city.

He sets the bike leaning against the railings of the dock and and sat at the edge, feeling the cool sea breeze on their faces and the tingly vapor on their feet.

Eun-ha was staring out in the waters and unconsciously leaned her head on his shoulders.

Suga lets her and he takes out his phone, opening his piano app and began making melodies. Every few minutes, he would let her listen and ask her if he needed to change any of it.

She didn't give much but only to tweak some of the tune of the melody. After that, the two became quiet, silently enjoying the view and each other's company.

"Say, hyung.", Eun-ha breaks the ice.

His arm snaked around her shoulders and he pulls her close to him so that he can lean his head on hers. "Yoon-gi.", he reminded her. "What is it?"

Eun-ha sighs and pressed her forehead on his shoulder. "Earlier, you looked really upset. What were you guys talking about?"

Suga fell silent for a good while and then sighs as well. He had no choice but to tell her his insecurities. "Eun-ha, who are you exactly?", he rubs his cheek against her hair. "All these, your famous parents, your aunt being the vice-president of a hotel company, and you, a normal girl who danced her heart out in the underground and in the streets. Who are you? I'm just...", he looked down, not finishing his words and shuts himself up.