Seunghee (Ex-CLC) x G!P Reader
⚠️Smut⚠️, Fluff, & Slight Angst
Seunghee's POV
I sang into the microphone of the recording studio. I was trying to get the note right but it never seemed perfect.
I sighed, taking the headphones off as I exited the booth. I heard the door open to reveal my girlfriend, Y/n.
"Hey baby. Take a break. Let's go eat," Y/n suggested stroking my hair.
"I can't. I need to get this right," I heard her sigh.
"Taking a break won't hurt Seunghee," I felt her arms wrap around my waist.
I pushed her off me, walking back into the booth to the microphone.
"Can you get out?" I asked her harshly.
Y/n looked at me shocked before nodding.
"I'm sorry for caring then," she walked out of the room.
I sighed before starting to sing again. I couldn't focus, my guilt was eating at me for speaking to Y/n like a did.
I put the headphones in their place then went to look for Y/n. I found her dancing by herself, her group nowhere in sight.
"Y/n?" I called softly. She looked to me then went back to dancing. "Can we go eat?"
"I don't know. Can you get rid of that attitude?" Y/n turned to me with a dissatisfied face.
"I didn't mean to snap at you," I mumbled. She walked to me, grabbing my hands.
"I'm sorry," she kissed my forehead. "Let's go eat."
We walked out of the company, going to a small restaurant down the street. We entered the restaurant, sitting down then ordering drinks.
I laid my head on Y/n's shoulder, sighing as she kissed my head.
"What were you stressing over?" Y/n asked me.
I looked up at her.
"I can't get the note in the song right. I've tried but I couldn't get it," I told her. She nodded then wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just getting to me too much."
"I understand babygirl," I smiled at the nickname. "Sometimes you just need a break before you drive yourself crazy."
I nodded as the waiter came back. We ordered then he asked me for my number.
"I'm taken," I told him.
"Yeah right. By who?" The guy looked at me smirking.
"Me," Y/n spoke up.
"Prove it," the waiter glared at her. Y/n shrugged before connecting our lips. I held her cheeks, pulling her closer to me. The waiter scoffed. "Whatever."
He left, turning in our ticket for the food. Y/n and I pulled away staring into each other's eyes. I bit my lip as she moved her hand to my butt, squeezing it lightly.
"Y/n," I whispered. "Not here."
"Then where?" She smirked at me.
I blushed then moved my mouth to her ear.
"At our apartment," she nodded then our food was set down.
We ate at a semi fast pace. We ordered dessert to go then left the restaurant. I walked into the company, telling our managers that Y/n wasn't feeling well so I'd take her home and nurse her back to health.
