X1 Imagines

Seungwoo: Comfort

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Every day's a blur. Life just got excruciatingly difficult, like a boulder blocking a smoothly flowing stream. It then stops and all things planned drifts to the side, unable to move forward. Migraines thrummed my head. My chest heaved up and down. Sweat moistened my skin and strands of hair stuck onto it. 

The bar was still and tranquilized. It was antique and mostly varnished brown wood. That was mostly it. The logo sign painted on the transparent panes. Chandeliers hanging on the beige ceiling, providing light in irregular sequences. The smell of bottles of alcohol, various types, trailed in the small rectangular bar. Always the scent, every time I enter.

Majority of the people here minded their own business. Drowned in their own moments. I was doing the same thing until this one person came into my life.

I gulped another shot of alcohol, letting the liquid sting my throat as it traveled down. I slumped onto the stool and whined, contemplating about life. Ineptly, I slammed the shot glass onto the marble counter. Tiny pieces of glass broke off at the bottom of the glass. On the other side of the counter, a man stood in front of me. He was leaning on the shelves with his arms crossed. He looked at me, not doing anything. His expressions were unreadable.

"Having a bad day again, Miss?", He asked comforting me while he carefully picked up the tiny pieces of glass from the counter. Without hesitation, I nodded in agreement. As usual, I failed another job interview just a few hours ago. It wasn't a good experience. "I can't seeeeem tooo impreeess those RaTss", I slurred my sentence. My eyes drooped. He smirked.

"What was the interview for?", He asked attentively. His hands clamped onto the counter as he leaned. "Secretary..", I mumbled and messed my hair out of frustration. I mewled, "But I don't even want to work as a secretary. I like making music!". My parents wanted me to become one and never showed support. Attention was on us but we showed disinterest. He leaned forward, our face close to each other. What I could remember from that moment, was his facial expression. His smile radiated comfort that all my problems washed away. 

My drunken self thought he was going to kiss me so I puckered up like a pufferfish and waited. For a few minutes, I didn't feel anything until I felt something soft. It did not feel like lips at all. I opened my eyes and looked below. It was his fingers. I moved back instantaneously and spat nothing. My lips quivered. I thought that was disgusting. "Ew", I whined, "Why did you do that?". He didn't say anything before opening his mouth, "We're not ready yet"

 My head was going nuts. It was like, every second pain just shoots in. I grabbed my head to subdue the agony. He glanced at his watch and looked at her. "I think you should go home, its past curfew", He said. Slamming my fists on the counter, I told him, "I'm not a child, Daddy!". His face baffled at the sudden nickname. "Daddy?". I nodded my head furiously and pointed my index finger at him. "Yeah because my dad always says that so from now on, I'm going to call you daddy", I said in boldness and poked his cheek. At this point, I was acting like a child. (Bang Chan who?)

He sniggered at my childish acts and patted my head. His hands gently smoothened out my tangled hair with ease. His slender fingers combed through every knot. He does act like a dad. My feelings felt pleasant. It has been a long time ever since I registered the feeling after turning into an adult. 

Out of the blue, I was drowned in sadness and it spewed out from my eyes. I was sobbing. Whenever I wanted things to go as I want, something just always has to cease it. Example, my parents. Music is my passion, something I dearly adore about. When I was little, I created a life plan containing all my goals like winning competitions, do well in schools, get myself a boyfriend and many more. I could only do music if I do well in my studies, they said, and I actually did. When they knew about my capabilities, they sought me to do something else other than music. No matter how I much I try to persuade them respectfully, they just wouldn't listen.

"Shh it's okay", He said as he let my head rest on his chest. His heart drummed. I was weary and I wanted to go to sleep. With that, my eyes fluttered closed. The function of my body relaxed as I let myself into a void. I knew nothing after that.

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Hi, I know this is short. The reason why I did this is that the two other imagines are really long and might bore you guys.

So I would like to write whenever I feel like it, whether it's long or short. I hope y'all understand.

Thank you for reading!

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