City Lights, Blurred Lines

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From then on there's no separating Wonsik from Ji-hye if he can help it. Of course he can't be with her twenty-four/seven but when she isn't tending to the members, or her staff duties, Wonsik is right there, ever present. He doesn't act out again, no more wandering arms or hands, but he doesn't bother pretending he doesn't notice her anymore. Even at the studio he can't stop thinking about her, thoughts of her dancing in his head. He spends every second hoping she'll come by on her free time and is elated on the days she actually does.

His studio is their little escape, where his hands are allowed to settle where they please and he can put his arm around her as often as he likes. More often than not she just climbs into his lap on the computer chair, watching as he works away on new music, from pieces for VIXX's upcoming album, to mixtape material. Ji-hye just curls up with him, the pair silent half the time, aside from little questions he likes to ask about her opinion. Sometimes Wonsik will pause in the middle of asking her things, look at her colored by the purple of his studio lights and then kiss her silly. Those moments often turn into heated makeouts or sex on the futon sofa, and Ji-hye doesn't mind. If anyone notices that Wonsik has started locking his studio door, then no one mentions it, nor do they mention him being stuck to Ji-hye.

Wonsik isn't sure what he'd do if they did. If the pasts several months have taught him anything, it's that there's no being apart from her. He's terrible at the whole secret thing, but especially with his impulses. Sometimes he just wants to sit beside her and put his arm around her shoulder; when he's excited he wants to celebrate with her first and foremost, when he's down he wants to curl into her comforting arms. Sometimes he just wants to treat Ji-hye likes she's his, because he's most certainly hers. But, he reasons that it makes their stolen moments even more precious and revels in that as best he can.

Before he knows it the stolen moments are getting out of hand, he finds himself becoming more daring, less worried about the consequences. Ji-hye scolds him on it, but there's no stopping either of them. She revolves around him just as Wonsik does her. Things are just so easy between them, they don't even need words. They just fit together and they'd be damned if they tried denying it. Ji-hye knows they're getting out of control though, when they start having more risky rendezvous. It's fun at first; fucking in his studio in broad daylight, being cornered before stage recordings and having quickies in empty dressing rooms, letting him pound her backstage after his solo concert. But, then they nearly get caught by a fellow staff member before a live stage during their first week of Scentist promotions. They have to scramble for an excuse of why they were in another dressing room together, but somehow the stylist lets them off with little more than a side eye. After that, she puts her foot down and Wonsik knows they have to take a serious look at their relationship.

After a stressful week of promotions, and recordings, and appearances Ji-hye stops by Wonsik's studio only to find him slumped over on the futon with Eongdongie curled up to his side. Ji-hye quietly sets her things down on the nearby table, the rapper saying nothing as she walks over and crouches down in front of the pair on the sofa. She scratches the french bulldog behind the ears, looking at Wonsik's blank, tired eyes with a furrowed brow, "Can we talk?"

The latter nods, sitting up and making room for her beside him, automatically wrapping his arms around her as she folds her legs in against him. Tucked under Wonsik's chin and curled against his chest, Ji-hye begins absentmindedly petting Eongdongie. "Are we okay?" She asks, sounding as tired and unsure as he feels. But, still Wonsik nods. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck, thumbs smoothing comfortingly against her hip.

"I've been thinking," he admits, "It would be hard for us to go public, but that doesn't mean I want to stop." Ji-hye can't see his face, but his deep voice is even and unwavering. "Whatever this is, you mean a lot to me and I'm sick of sneaking around." Wonsik is firm on the matter, he'd already decided he wants to tell his group mates, as long as she's on the same page.