Svt Imagines (Not as Idols)

S.Coups (1) - ii

That day was the last day DaeHun spoke to SeungCheol.
She was clearly avoiding him, he tried really hard to continue staying in touch with her.

But the rumour going around caused her mental breakdown with all the insecureities she had since the beginning.

Rumours about her having one night stand with SeungCheol.

She was always a privet person, so when this came along, it drove her up the wall and she became a different person.

This is how dangerous stress and pressure can be.

After two weeks of giving her space and trying to contact her, SeungCheol decided to pay her visit.

"I'm looking for DaeHun."

Another student with flustered cheeks let him in and showed him her room.

"She has been in there for sometime. She only comes out for meals, which she rarely takes as well."

SeungCheol nodded and she scurried away.

"DaeHun, it's me, SeungCheol." He knocked on her door. "Open up, I need to speak with you."

The were soft shuffeling noises heard but there wasn't any change in lightings or movement.

"DaeHun." His calling was softer this time.

No sound.

SeungCheol walked back to the living room where two of her house mates were.

"I'm sorry to disturb, but do you have keys to her room ?"

"I think I have." One of them passed SeungCheol DaeHun's room key.

SeungCheol fit in the key but didn't turn the knob until he told her he was going to enter.

The door creek as he slowly pushed it open.
His eyes adjusted to the gentle orange-pink walls of her room.
Her room was a plain study room,
neatly organised,
no posters as it comes as a distraction,
Her bed away from the table so she doesn't end up sleeping during her assignments,

But her table told him a different story.
Papers, pens, notes and stickers scattered everywhere.

He looked at her table then to her bed.
A huge lump was in the middle, too still.
SeungCheol sighed as he closed her door and removed his jacket before drapping it over the back of her chair.

"DaeHun," SeungCheol called out as he gently set himself on the edge of her bed. "DaeHun, look at me."

"You shouldn't be in here." It sounded like she was talking to herself more than to him.

"I came to talk to you."

"They would probably think that I'm having a second night stand with you or something. Go, don't come back."

"I'm not going anywhere until we clear this between us."

"There's nothing to talk about !" She raised her voice as she swung her blanket away to meet his lazy eyes with her bloodshot red ones.

SeungCheol retrained himself strongly from reacting about how different she looked like in just 2 weeks.

The shadows under her eyes as obvious as shadows agaisnt the white backgrounds.
Her hair unevenly portion with logs poking itself out for attention.
Her collar bone and lines of her neck made obvious because of how fair she was.

A side of her shoulder showed itself as her wide collar night shirt slanted to one side.

A part of SeungCheol's adrenaline rushed in his veins.
(It's a natural human reaction, but controlling it is a must wherever, whenever.)