aurora - park seonghwa

four

"i dont know, why dont you find out?" he said, looking right into your soul.

"um-o-okay, next question" you said, lying back down, trying to brush the awkwardness off. he jokingly scoffed and laid down with you.

the game of twenty-questions went on, resulting in the two of you getting to actually know each other better; also knowing that your condiment preferences were similar,(which was ketchup and mustard.)

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seonghwa turned out to be great guy. he was comforting, sweet, nice and everything you could ever ask for in a best friend.

through the past few days, he was definitely suspicious about what was going on; sometimes when miyoung called you mom, or why you had such an intimate bond with her.

not in a bad way, but he felt it was indeed a little wierd. it was almost like it was your daughter.

"y/n?" he asked, stuffing a few pieces of cheetos into his mouth. since you mouth was full, you hummed in response.

"did you ever date someone-like, mature dating?" he asked.

"what do you mean mature?" you asked.

"like- losing your virginity to them?" 

when he said that , your heart thudded in your chest and your hands started shaking uncontrollably, dropping the bag of chips on to the floor. your vision started disfiguring, as your knees got wobbly and leaned onto the counter for support.

when seonghwa saw this, he rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around you, watching your breathing get shorter.

"y/n? are you okay? y/n-" before he could complete, tears started flowing, and bile pooled up in your throat. his grip lightened on you, letting you fall to the ground on your knees, as he did the same.

you calmed down in a few moments and he quietly laced your hands in his, making a small smile grow in you panic-stricken face.

"you okay now?" he said, quietly. his voice was so tender; almost like he was talking a delicate flower. you nodded slowly before he flashed a smile at you. 

he pulled you by your handshaking you stand up and letting you lean onto his chest and you asked,"why are you taking care of me?"

"technically" be said, before carrying you to the couch,"your mom did hire me as a babysitter"

"but im not a baby" you say, waving your arms around, like a baby.

"yea right" he said, plopping your pouty self down onto the couch and sat down next to you.

"are you okay?" he said, lacing your hands again.

"why do you like lacing our hands so much?" 

"i like the way it fits in mine" he said, looking at your hands "and how small it is", making a motion with his fingers.

"you didnt answer my question? " he said, putting a hand over his heart; offended.

"yes, im fine. thanks" you said, flashing him a smile.

your hands were laced the whole time; as you talked about tings, and those little moments really did mean a lot. to both of you.

"what if- i bring my friends over?" you asked.

"thats- why are you asking me? its your house right?"

"right- but since you're gonna be here- wait"

"what? "

"why dont you bring your friends home?" you said, enthusiastically.

"no-thats something thats not happening."

"whyyy-pleaseeee? its gonna be funnn" you whined.

"fine. ill bring three of them this friday." he said sighing in defeat.

"really? thankyou!"

"if anything happens its not my fault"