City Lights, Blurred Lines

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In purple low light, Wonsik rolls over to the sound of keys jingling and the rustle of jeans. He cracks open tired eyes, peeking through the dimly lit room to spot a figure shrugging into their clothes. He sits up, the futon they'd passed out on creaking beneath him as he reaches out in search of his phone to check the time. "Leaving already?" He questions, deep voice laced with exhaustion and groggy from sleep. "I'm late," responds the woman as she tugs her oversized hoodie over her head.

It's nearly six in the morning Wonsik finds and agrees that she's most certainly running late. Moving to the edge of the seat, he tugs his boxers up to their rightful place on his hips and searches blindly on the floor for his own discarded jeans. His little french bulldog is passed out on the rug a few feet away from them, snoring away as they hurry back into their clothes. By the time he's nearly dressed, she's already tying on her sneakers. "You've got a schedule in an hour and a half. You should go back to the dorm and shower," she suggests, slinging her bag over her shoulder and standing front and center before him.

Wonsik yanks his tee shirt over his head and tucks it into his pants, zipping them up as he looks down to meet eyes with the rushed woman. "And, you?" he questions, tucking a tangled strand of her long hair behind her ear. The latter shrugs, looking up to meet him with warm, tired eyes. "I've got a change of clothes in my locker." She and Wonshik exchange nods, him quickly leaning down to deliver a firm peck to her mouth before she's out the door without so much as another word.

They're always like that in their relationship (or lack thereof), but things are easy that way. Comfortable, even if sometimes Wonsik wishes things were better defined. He's been told on more than one occasion that the lyrics he composes don't suit him, by friends and acquaintances, even fans. Off-handed mentions of him being a nice guy, well behaved, and too genuine to be the kind of guy to have an affair. A lot of his songs reference a secret relationship, but no one ever holds it to any degree of truth. Even his fellow members, he feels, have little idea what goes on with him behind closed doors. Wonsik too isn't sure how much he resents that and thinks maybe it translates over in his music.

A/N: I got inspired by the lyrics of "Circle" on the EAU DE VIXX album, also Ravi's continued teasing of a secret relationship in his lyrics (Circle/Whisper/Beautiful Night/etc)

Also a little shout-out to Boracay, which was mentioned in "Circle", as a Filipina I was surprised to see my home country mentioned in a VIXX song!

This is posted in full on my other writing platforms as well (Tumblr, Ao3, and AFF), but I decided to break it up into multiple chapters on here to better convey the transition between scenes/passage of time between scenes.