Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

The Best Gift

Mid-October 2017

(Hyeyeon's Studio)

It's amazing how a mountain of goods has come to accumulate by the side of my bathroom door, after I first started my official goodbye greetings to the fans post-performance.

It has barely been a week: plushies, pillows, chocolates, flower bouquets, scented candles, posters, fan arts, fan letters and more piled up on top of each other, wrapped and unwrapped.

Honestly, I wasn't sure where I should even start.

"Start with this."

Throwing me the sliest grin of his capability, Hyungsik pulled out a fluorescent-green A4-sized ring folder and his buttery voice was equally as scheming.

The slightly see-through cover revealed a dashing pictorial of a man with a light brown trench coat leaning back on a black café chair. His masculine and enviably long legs were spread out in a confident and arrogant fashion, revealing the red socks hidden beneath his sharp slacks. Consistent with his body language, his gaze was undeniably haughty as he looked away from the camera.

It was obvious why he'd laid his hands on this gift.

"I wonder what went through your mind when you posed like this, Sik," I giggled, embarrassed with my own comment.

"Sometimes, a man just uh... he just gotta do what a man does..." His words trailed off, but the implied meaning doesn't just pass me by.

I uttered a low growl to silence his devious chuckle. "Pervert."

Not backing down, Hyungsik made his cheeky defense. "But you gotta admit – you like that side of me, too."

The sassy boy went sideways before bouncing back, courtesy of the impact from my clenched knuckles.

"But seriously though, this seems more like a fan gift for you than it is for me," I admitted as I unwrapped the paper wrap, my lack of confidence coming through.

What if I'm only a messenger to deliver this gift?

Brushing the ends of my hair softly, he presented his question as gently as he could. "Judging the book by its cover already, sweetheart?"

Slouching my shoulders, I sighed. I hated people who judge at the first glance, and yet here I was, doing exactly what I loathed.

Sliding closer to my side, Hyungsik gave his best shot in easing the tension around my nape. "C'mon Hyeyeon. Let's see what this fan is trying to tell you."

As I flipped the plastic-coated page from my right to my left with caution, Hyungsik's pictorials continuously attacked my eyes. Every page was filled with him looking ethereal and dazzling, meant simply to snatch one's breath away. And when his bangs swept unapologetically to the side like a comma, Hyungsik's exposed forehead posed unspeakable jeopardy to every fangirl's heart, including my own.

I swallowed the growing lump on my throat when I lingered on that very page, notably longer than usual.

"Are you feeling a little warm, agi?"

The gentleness in his voice was drowned out by a playful chuckle, and my bangs flew messily above my forehead as I blew indignantly on my lower lip.

"I am going to sue you when I finish this album, Park Hyungsik. This is not fair, you hear me?"

A slow smile touched the corner of his lips. "I didn't know I had that kind of effect on you, Hyeyeon. Is your heart fluttering away? You don't have to sue me – just say the words and I'd be willing to give you every part of me."