empty fridge | johnny seo

十五, fame

powering through the crowded streets of the busy gangnam district, they rushed up the stairs to the back entrance of sm building; a store - bought cake in johnny's arms and june proceeding to hide wendy's last minute present behind her back.

for the last week, they buried themselves in work once again. but johnny had gotten into the habit of sending morning texts before his training, and june in return, had volunteered to buy wendy's present. 

"i told you to meet downstairs at exactly 6." june scolded, panting hard to catch up her breath while resting against the cold wall.

it felt rather strange, finally stepping inside the mysterious sm building for the first time that she somehow had many connections to. taking it all in with her own eyes, she stared at the numerous proud album sales on music charts displayed through the empty hallway. the glamorous marble flooring almost reflected her tiny figure like mirrors do.

"sorry i didn't know what to wear." johnny replied, resting the cake on one knee.

"seriously, you must have like a million clothes. have you not seen those idols at airport?"

"i'm not an idol - "

"yet." june corrected.

caught off guard; he looked up from the cake to meet her brown eyes. the sudden confidence let johnny held the eye contact easily, and his mind travelled through the gaze to read hers.

the competitive side in june wasn't simply going to let it slide either, so of course, she stared right back.

and the cold office building began to feel less serious.

"you're funny." johnny cut off the mini contest, eyes returning to the cake that rested steadily.

"omg you guys! finally! they're all waiting upstairs." the elevator door opened in front of their faces without a warning to a frantic doyoung.

johnny nodded to his mate, and stepped into the elevator. june followed closely behind, suddenly feeling like a lost child in the spacious architecture.

"i'm sure you've heard of her already, but doyoung, this is june." johnny immediately introduced her to his friend as soon as the door shut closed.

"of course. nice to meet you june." doyoung extended his arm out.

she took his large hand, "nice to meet you too doyoung."

the new friend flashed a big gummy smile in return. 

this is doyoung? june recollected her thoughts silently. clips of the 7th sense replayed in her brain. looking at doyoung, who now no longer has orange hair, made the image of him singing professionally in the music video suddenly a mismatch. 

inside the elevating small box that the three stood in, the close proximity between them heat up june's face as the realisation hit that she could possibly be the luckiest fan ever. and her palms began to sweat as she wondered the next person she was going to meet.