Brush + Camera (fanfic of Eunwoo and Y/n)

Chapter: Day

I woke up to someone brushing their fingers along my neck. My eyes opened slowly, my hand creeping to the blade I always keep underneath my pillow. I grabbed the hand, quickly sitting up, and set the knife to the first bit of skin I see, which happens to be the neck.
"Whoa!" Eunwoo yelled, letting go of me. He backed up and put his hands up in surrender.
"Oh." I leaned back in my bed and put the blade back.
"Do you always kill the people who touch you? I should be more careful."
"This is starting to feel like that scene from Tall Girl. You know, the one when Dunkleman touches Jodi's hair when she's sleeping?"
"Oh yeah! I love that movie! I never liked that tall dude. But that actor is amazing."
I stared down at the knife in my hand. "The police told me to stay careful, after what happened..."
"Yeah. Yeah, I get it." He sat on my bed, looking at me with concern.

"How did you find me anyway?" He smirked at that.
"Well. Let's just say I know a few people." I must have had a terrified expression, because his smirk vanished. "I'm kidding! Even though you're my girlfriend, you still work for Fantagio, which means they have your address. You must have been tired last night. Your door wasn't locked."
"So why are you here?" I asked, looking at him in the eye. He avoided it.
"Um. I thought you would know."
"Know what?"
"Nothing! Nothing."
I narrowed my eyes, mentally counting the days in my head. It wasn't his birthday until a few more days. Were there any other occasions? I don't think so.
"Anyway," he started. "Do you want to go out on a date today?"
"...why?"
"We're dating. That's what people who are dating do."
"Yeah, okay. Pick me up at 6:30 PM at this house."
"What for?"
"We're going to the movies, then a walk until nine."
"And after nine?"
"You go to Fantagio. I go to my house. We sleep."
"Whyyyyyy? Can't we stay up late?"
"Tomorrow is a MONDAY, Cha. We can't."
"Fine." He fake pouted. "Ten."
"Nine."
"Nine forty-five."
"Nine fifteen."
"Done." I smirked at that.
"Okay, now either make me breakfast, or get out."
I got out of my bed and walked into the bathroom. By the time I brushed my teeth and took a shower, Eunwoo was making me french toast.

"Hey."
"Hey. Where did you learn to make french toast?"
"My mom. She loved french toast."
I hugged him from behind, kissing his neck softly. He put his hands on mine. Once I smelled the food, I loved him even more.

"You know," I said between bites. "I can give you some girl advice."
"Oh yeah?" He said. "But I have a girlfriend."
"When someone you love gives you advice, especially a girl about girls, TAKE IT."
"Fine. What is it?"
I bit my lower lip. "If a guy can cook well, it kinda-sorta-maybe turns them on."
He straightened after I'd said that. "Really?"
"Yeah." I said, nodding.
"So... are you on right now?"
"Okay see, that's your mistake." I said, using my fork to point at him. "Never ask a girl if she's on. It kills the mood. Unless it's just a hookup. Or unless you want to get a little something-something. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," he said softly, staring down at his plate. His cheeks were pink.
"But to be fair," I said, trying to catch his eye. "I was turned on. But then the mood killed." He smiled, still staring down, then he looked right into my eyes.

They weren't black eyes. They were very dark brown, but his pupil was black. It was the first time I had ever held his gaze. Usually, I'd look away (because I was his makeup artist) or pretend not to notice him look at me.

My heart pounded. We stared like that for a few minutes, and I couldn't bring myself to look away. They were so appealing. That reminded me of when that interviewer stuttered when she met Taehyung's eyes. I felt like that. I snapped out of the daze when my fork fell, clanging on the ground. I looked at him again. My face must have said it all, because he scooped me up, bridal style, and took me to my room.

We didn't do anything in there. We just sat across from each other. I was leaning against the wall, he against the bed. And we stared. I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my arms and head on them. He moved closer to me, and that's when the actual kissing began. I'm not going to get into it. It went pretty normal.

But I felt new.

I've never been so dizzy after a kiss. I felt like Bella Swan. He held me with a certain fragile touch, as if I might break if he held me too tight. His fingers just skimmed across my shoulders, down my side, then back up again. It wasn't weird, it wasn't dirty. It just felt like feathers. I felt like a child on an adventure, as if I had just stumbled my way to a enchanting world I never thought had existed. As if, I was underwater for my entire life, and I had just breathed air. As if I were made of rock, then I broke through. Cocooned, then released.

I looked into his eyes again, and he kissed me. Deeply. Full of passion. It wasn't like our first kiss, or the kisses before. It was real. It was first. It was the best.

I absolutely loved it.

So much that it hurt when he pulled away. I made an irritated noise, closing the gap between us. He pulled away, though, and got up.
"Nooooo! No! No!" I whined.
He held his hand out for me. "Hey. Get up." I took his hand, irritated. He showed himself out of my house, but when he was about to step out, he walked over to me, giving me a nice kiss. He looked into my eyes after pulling away.

"Happy birthday!" He said, cheerfully, and he walked out without another word.