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망해쓰 (I’m Ruined) Yihwan X Yoojung / “Make a mess of me.” 600 words
Written for #RCReadathon2020 Prompt & Pairing, Please! Challenge. Yihwan and Yoojung are characters from the book, Play It By Ear.
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i.
How very dare you curve your lips into a smile An always perfect crescent, a present Ready sunshine any time of day Listen, princess, I don’t deserve this But won’t you allow me just one kiss?
“Anniya, anniya. Solbi-yah, it’s not five, six, seven, eight...it’s five and six and seven, eight.”
From a distance, Yihwan observed Yoojung as she crossed the room to show the Silverazzi magnae how to properly execute the new choreography. He had around fifteen minutes to spare until he’s needed at the recording studio, and he figured the best way to spend it was to stand here and watch his girlfriend dance.
Entranced like always by the way she moved, Yihwan allowed himself to relax, to cross his arms over his chest and lean against the do—
THUD!
At the sound of his juniors’ muffled giggling, Yihwan felt blood rush up the back of his neck, prickling the shells of his ears. He picked himself up off the floor and apologized, waving awkwardly at the Silverazzi ladies.
And Yoojung, who was making her way toward him.
She was trying her hardest not to laugh, he could tell.
“Mian—” Yihwan rubbed his hands against his denims, embarrassment quickly overshadowed by the thrill of holding Yoojung for a few seconds. But before he could even reach for the hem of Yoojung’s oversized sweater, she stuck her tongue out at him and closed the door on his face.
ii.
What makes you think you can get away With that voice (god, have mercy) When you’re calling out my name Listen, darling, I’ll say this only once Now that you’re here, why don’t we take this chance?
“Yihwan-ah…”
This was not fair.
“Yihwan-ah~”
Pride, stubborn pride told him to focus on the song he was writing, but every fiber of his being screamed look at her, you babo!
It wasn’t even that big a deal. He was the one who interrupted her while she was working. She only tried to restore order in the dance studio.
But still.
Yoojung inched closer to him, wrapped her arms around his torso, and perched her chin on his shoulder. He sucked in a breath. If he turned his head, surrendering to the temptation of those lips would be too easy. Again, not fair.
“Yihwan-ah...mianhae.” Her breath tickled the side of his neck, making him flinch. A second later, her lips were rapidly pressing tiny kisses on his cheek, leaving his willpower crumbling into dust.
iii.
I’m ruined, you’ve made a mess of me There’s no looking back, most definitely Every breath I take, every song I sing Is for you, you, you my darling You, you, you…
“What are you giggling about over there?” he asked, watching Yoojung’s naked silhouette shake lightly at the shoulders. He tugged at the covers, hoping to pull her back in bed.
She whined. How cute.
“Was this intentional?”
“What is?” Yihwan crawled to her side of the bed and took a peek at what it was she was perusing. Ah. The song he had been trying to finish in time for the Amethyst Music Fiesta.
“This.”
Yoojung pointed at the last line of the chorus, where Yihwan had spelled you, you, you in hangul.
Every breath I take, every song I sing Is for you, you, you my darling 유, 유, 유
He sat up in bed and playfully bit on her bare shoulder. “Mmm, what do you think?”
In the dim light of his bedroom, Yihwan caught a pleased sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him.
