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anneofthesoutheast · 11 years ago

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Do A Moonlight Flit (baekseo drabble)

Out of the corner of his eye, Baekhyun discreetly observed the slender figure who stood by the window of his dorm room. Light auburn short hair spilled on her back as she passively watched a group of boys outside, on a rush.

He noted the black cotton nightshirt that ended on her knees, pink leg warmers and the fluffy slippers she all wore that night. More often, she’d put on PJs which all looked like they belong to a seven year-old girl rather than a senior from his university. At times, she would use long silky traditional nightdresses that trailed on the grounds she’d walk on as if she was wearing her grandma’s nightwear.

“I don’t understand you at all.” He muttered, a pretentious scowl visible on his face. For the first few times that she went there, maybe he was indeed irritated. But currently, he wasn’t really that sure anymore. He felt almost nice whenever she dashed at his place during night times.

The slender figure, who’s feminine in all angles, tilted her head to show a lopsided grin plastered on her face. The moon’s rays glowed at the exposed side of her beautiful face and he could see the fair complexion of her skin.

“The feeling is mutual.” She responded, the gentle voice caressing his hearing senses. She pertained to how Baekhyun carelessly flipped the pages of the book he probably had read for the fourth time already.

Baekhyun looked away, a blush creeping its way to display his embarrassment. Of course, he didn’t want her to know that he’d only do that because her presence made him feel fidgety more frequently.

“Why do you have to hide here anyway?” He knew the question would be left unanswered but still, he wanted a diversion. He had to chase the unnecessary feelings away, that fluttered inside his chest every time he’d have an eye contact with the woman a few meters in front of him.

“Don’t you want me here Baekhyun?” She countered, giving him a question instead.

“Y-you don’t respond a question to a question.” He stuttered, looking anywhere but her. He heard her close the window blinds which then made his room even darker. The small conical lampshade beside him was a little dim, perhaps because it’s an old one.

“So you do or you don’t want me here?” Now, her voice a bit tighter, posing another question at him.

“That’s not the point okay!” He snapped, glaring at her through the blackness. And he knew she saw him because she lifted a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at him.

Silence draped over them and Baekhyun almost admitted that he wanted her there, in his room, every night. Good thing she spoke first and saved another shameful confession from him.

“Let’s just say…I’m doing a moonlight flit.” She answered, using an idiom. She leaned on the desk by the window, crossing her arms in defense.

He knew that such gesture indicated that she’d unravel something, hopefully the reason why she started hiding at his room, for a few hours, almost every night.

Since Baekhyun was an aspiring writer like her, he knew what the phrase meant. But that wasn’t exactly what caught his attention. He knew her not only as a senior in his university but also as a friend with the same interest in various literary works.

Since the woman was spectacular in writing both non-fictional and fictional pieces, she became his supervisor and inspiration. He belonged in a writing club in the university, and was kind of well-known already. But it was all because the woman looked and checked through his articles. He’d always ask for an advice from her. Her guidance was always effective.

Unfortunately, she was forced to take a course she didn’t really want. She’s the only daughter of two professionally successful parents. And he might be the only one who knew about that.

“Running away from a debt? But you…aren’t poor.” He finally said, thinking that she was even financially richer than him–the fact that he could afford the dorm without the need of a roommate who could pay half of the expense, considered.

“My parents are very wealthy, more than able to provide me luxuries even.” She corrected as if he had committed a serious flaw in English grammar. “But I…I am nothing but a poor filial daughter. And definitely a surviving writer, you know, the dirtiest secret I ever have.” She sarcastically remarked, rolling her eyeballs at the same time.

“I always use my own money when it comes to too personal stuffs. I want to publish at least a hundred copies of my novel and my own cash can’t be enough to the publishing company I have chosen. There are definitely cheaper publishers out there but I want the best for my first time.” She dramatically shrugged.

“Ah.” Baekhyun acknowledged, even the reek of independence and pride from her words.

“Yes, ah.” She grinned again.

Stillness wrapped around them once again and Baekhyun could only hear their soft breathings. He pushed his eyeglasses up to his nose again.

“I do, Seohyun…” He quietly spoke. The two of them were past the formal stage but he wasn’t daring enough for that. Until, practically, now.

He felt her frown at him, definitely not at his sudden informal statement. “I do what?” She asked.

“I do…want you here.” He looked up to her, answering her previous question.

And Baekhyun swore, even amid the lack of light, that Seohyun’s cheeks went rosy from being pale.

He just smiled to himself at that.

A/N: baekseo, everyone! the idiomatic expression "do a moonlight flit" means "to leave somewhere secretly at night, usually to avoid paying money that you owe" LOL Anyway, moonlight is such a cute term for baekseo. right? (moon = seohyun and baekhyun = light)

#baekseo #exseo #seoexo #moonlight #seohyun #baekhyun #drabble

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anneofthesoutheast · 11 years ago

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And I Will Try To Fix You (seolay drabble)

The audience before him stood still, contrary to the usual wild crowd that cheered the underground rock bands on stage. Even his bandmates seemed bugged out at his sudden request to play something alone–the great Zhang Yixing of The Hollow Abyss; probably the most well-known underground rock band in the city. He often strums the guitar, a few times on the keyboard, always the songwriter and composer. But he never lent his voice; much more, speak before people.

“I’m pretty much awkward so I apologize for the lack of communication skills beforehand.” People downstage were motionless, their breaths hitched, but their anticipation seemed to grow even larger. “Well, for starters, I’ve met a very, very refreshing woman a month ago.”

People, mostly female, gasped and started to murmur with each other at his sentence. Even though he sat on the leather stool in front of a grand piano, he could see from the corners of his eyes the surprise from the crowd’s faces.

Of course, for a year of success, he never interacted with the audience, ever, before. Thus, somebody, a woman even, must be that much of an allurement to catch his interest.

“I don’t want this to come off as an offense but we all know how fans seem to be more interested in getting rockers as their companions than to be intesrested in the actual music we produce. After all, our Luhan here isn’t much of a help.” He drawled quietly, referring to a handsome man, the frontman of his band.

The guy is the personification of both charms and talent. Underneath the gorgeous appearance was a very passionate man.

As if on cue, Luhan, stuck his tongue out on the audience. Of course, the females barely breathe at that gesture. The man sure knew how to use his face. So instead of being offended, the crowd urged Yixing to continue.

“But this, this woman, she brought some of her textbooks at the gig, barely looking at our performance.” He said with an undisguised tone of amusement. “When her friends, which were pretty much close to us too, introduced her to us, she just nodded at the four of us and went back on her damned lucky text books. Her friends excused that they just actually forced her to come with them.”

A wave of disapproval went on the crowd, but of course, Yixing knew better. They were all the band’s fans. They’d be really biased towards that matter.

“But the thing was, she’s nice enough to look at us again. And guess what she said?” He paused, half for the suspense and half to recall the pleasant memories. “She fucking told us that the band–our band–is nice enough to jam on out some Nirvana and Pearl Jam songs. And that’s the first time I heard a girl talking about my favorite bands.”

His heart throbbed, the yearning ached through the walls.

“Chanyeol–” He referred to the tall guy who’s in charge of the drums. “–asked how well she knew those bands. And I’m pretty sure he was just as shocked as Luhan, Minseok and I. And guess again what she replied to us?”

Yixing felt something nostalgic gushed through his veins again, remembering not only the girl’s reply but also the brief-drooping smile she gave them. He actually didn’t expect her to be more interesting until she gave them her response to the follow-up question.

“She said, she knew the songs enough by heart, as if she’s just talking about her own name. And that she knew the members enough to tell the size of their boxers.”

Yixing fought the urge to grin as the audience laughed at his story-telling. He swore and hoped that at that time, the girl was just joking because it pained him to know the possibility that she fantasized about those bands.

“Everyone knows I was held accountable for our band’s name–and the name epitomized each member’s feeling–very, very deep but very, very shallow at the same time. It’s the kind of feeling when you knew you had it great but there’s still a huge hole that would definitely make you empty.”

“And she, sort of, filled that void in me. A week after, things just got so much better; for her and for me I guess. And she’s basically the reason why the band took off from the regular–the good ol' sad songs. She’s practically the sunshine and rainbow and candy and unicorn to our lives.”

Yixing thought for a moment. If he’s still the same passive and emo guy he used to be, he would be puking and cringing at his words. Yet, he didn’t seem to mind that now.

When the girl visited their band’s performances for the consecutive days, she became more and more radiant to them��or to him more specifically. They spent time after his performances, secluding themselves from the wild after parties–and just talked.

He wasn’t exactly a saint to women and the pleasure they could offer but it just felt so purifying to have someone like her, just beside him, talking about random things. Sure she’d be able to arouse him but she was never suggestive nor provocative at all.

Although her exterior was already immensely splendid, the gleam of her inner beauty seemed to appeal to him more. She’d taken medicine in college and was currently on an internship at a local hospital. She talked about the patients she encountered a lot, bringing the caring nature out of her. She also talked a lot about his and his members’ health but to his own surprise, he never felt that she was nosy at all. Perhaps, it was the genuine attitude of hers.

They also talked about his issues, things that weren’t really to be discussed normally. But she had this trustworthy looks all over her and Yixing poured out his heart on her. He told her about his depression, his nightmares, his hate for the society–at an extent, he was afraid of making her frightened at his character.

But instead, he learned about her cynicism too. She came from a broken family–a terribly shattered, dysfunctional family, as she specified. At some point, Yixing realized that she was actually more of a rebellious type.

And he knew, that time, what had actually brought them together–their high standards when it came to music preferences. Something so bright like her talked about sex, violence and drugs and he thought it was the sexiest side of her he’d seen.

Somehow, they connected just like that.

But good things could end at a blink of an eye and the next thing he knew is that she didn’t appear for almost a week.

“But I guess…rainbows, unicorns and all that stuff can’t last long. I didn’t know what I have done but I’ve never felt so determined to find out. Her friends wouldn’t talk to me, of course, since they were on her side. Dread filled me more because it made me feel like that the fault was on me. I was frustrated; I didn’t know what to do to fix the fault even though, at the same time, I knew exactly that I’ve done nothing wrong. Women, they’re always complicated.” He grunted.

“Fortunately, my saviour, Minseok was able to get an info out of one of her friends. He told me that she’s on a brink, with her father fighting for his life after an accident.”

Tears almost pooled on his eyes. He blinked a few times, pushing back the wetness in his lashes.

When he first found out, he knew exactly why she was out of herself. She had once shared that if there’s actually a member of her family that she truly loved, it was her father.

Although the man was an alcoholic and a womanizer, he sheltered his kids–or as she said so. At first, he thought that she’s talking on a literal sense, until he felt how she yearned for her father. It was then she continued that even though she had never-ending fights with her father, that she hated how the man brought her a family like that, she’d actually hope they’d reconcile or something like that.

He immediately went after her, skipping the gigs that night. The memory evoked, as if an unforgettable movie in HD was played in his mind. He remembered exactly what she wore; plain dirty-white tees, old wash blue jeans and a pair of fluffy slippers. But that wasn’t exactly what was tattooed in his mind.

His head pulsed at the thought. Her hair had been messy, as if she’d run her fingers on the dishevelled hair for a lot of times already. Her lips were dry and nipped–she might had been nibbling on it out of anxiety. Her nose was very red, her cheeks puffy and wet. And her eyes–both were swollen. And the hollowness inside the orbs frightened him.

At that moment, he had come to see a personified ragged doll.

“Pain rolled on me at the sight of my luminous girl broken in all possible ways. I had learned that she skipped most of the meals, stayed up for a few days without any kind of sleep. She’s the light that casted off a hope on me so seeing her like that would likely bring me back to the dark. But there’s this courage that flowed on me to help her; I knew by that time that I’m in love with her. As the popular Lao Tzu quote said, being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone gives you courage.”

He’d stick to her side, hoping he would be able to bring some light on her just as how she did to him before. However, after the burial, she wanted personal space. Yixing swore he was scared that time, thinking she’d finally leave him, that he failed her. He had always hated himself for being useless but the girl quickly hugged him to assure that he wasn’t the wrong one in the equation.

Excuses. At first he thought those were her excuses. But when he looked back at the totality of the story, she was trying to gather herself. It would be nicer if he’d be there to help her pick the pieces up. But he also knew from experience that people sometimes really needed to be alone, to reflect and lick their own wounds clean.

The death of her father was surely the highest point of her life. She was just starting to warm up with him, recognizing some of his good qualities, when he’d finally leave her. He could only imagine how hard she worked to look past her walls, walls that emotionally protected her, only to be left beaten up again.

So he waited. And he was surely still waiting.

“Now, I wanted to play a song, not just the usual good, old, sad song. This is something I consider that mirrored a friend who wanted to help. She might not be here, but I really wanted to pour this out and hopefully, to gather more courage to reach out on her again. There wasn’t an official conclusion on us–not that I wanted us to give up or not that there’s actually a relationship between us in the first place.”

“But hey, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?”

When he glanced on the very, very quiet audience, he was shocked to see that the most of them were already on tears. His girl’s story must’ve been really disheartening. Though, he’d only share a short and sugar-coated summary.

Then he looked back on his bandmates, all three equally intense and solemn. When he choked on his tears, he realized that it might have been him. He wasn’t even aware that he had been crying.

Without any warning, he played on the ivory keys in front of him. He felt the crowd tensed, realizing that it was indeed his favorite song he was playing. But the turmoil inside him was the worst.

He started off singing with a soft voice. It was tender that it became almost inaudible. But sobs filled the stadium because the emotions were more distinct. The brokenness of each word from the song was strong.

All throughout the performance, he shut his eyes off. He knew they would betray him, would let the contained tears escape and he couldn’t afford that. His tears were as private as his emotions. And that’s something he would share with her, and her only.

As he neared on the end, he opened his eyes. At first, he thought that he was so absorbed by his own music that he was already hallucinating. So he diverted his eyes on the weeping audience and to his own bandmates who hung their heads low. Ruthless lights above him flickered without a warning and his eyes aw nothing but white at first. His performance ended and the lightning went normal again. But as his eyes landed on the specific spot before, again, he jerked up. Almost immediately, he ran towards the familiar figure. He halted just in front of the slender body.

“You’re…here.”

She smiled, though the smile didn’t really reach her eyes. “Yes.” She whispered.

He ached for that voice, for her honestly. He wanted to reach and tuck the soft brown locks at the side of her head. Her now short hair was tied in a neat ponytail but some hung on the sides. He also noticed that her eyes were damp and swollen, indicating that she’d just cry.

“Fix You.” She breathed out, unidentifiable emotions dancing on her big brown eyes. “That’s from Coldplay. My favorite. Our favorite.” She clumsily talked, biting her lips again. “Chris Martin, the frontman of Coldplay, said that most of the songs he heard were about dealing with sad stories. So he thought maybe, he’d sing about fixing it instead.” She murmured in appreciation.

“Yes. Our favorite.” He responded, equally as gently as her. He knew that exactly. And precisely the reason why he chose that song. He wouldn’t want to deal with her, rather, he wanted to fix it. “How have you been Seohyun?”

Her eyes darted on the background, seemingly lost somewhere else. Her fingers fumbled over the frills of her dress. “I’m…kind of moving on. Just a little, still, moving on.”

Yixing couldn’t help himself, itching to touch her. He reached for her hands, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. The two of them shivered at that. “I’m glad, really…for you.”

He knew completely how hard it had been for him to say that. He was afraid. If she was moving on, then she’s probably moving on from the past, which pretty much included him. He wanted to understand. After all, he’s somewhat like an extra baggage to him.

With all of her problems, he’d make things heavier for her. His own problems and issues would only shoot her downwards.

His hand almost slipped until Seohyun was alarmed. She instantly held his hand, gripping on it as if her life depended on it.

“Yixing, I–” She muttered, swallowing. Tears shone and they fell from her lashed. “I wanted to fix this. I wanted to heal, with you. Let’s do this together, please.”

The girl didn’t even have to beg and Yixing immediately pulled her for a warm embrace. The vibration from her eased down and soon her arms locked on his neck. He pulled her closer by the waist, her warmth fluttered its way to him. The coldness inside him soon melted.

He inhaled her scent and it soothed all the worries he had. He kissed the top of her hand before he pulled away. His fingers intertwined with hers and he knew that she was trusting him, she’s going to depend on him. She was willing to go, through thick and thin, with him. And nothing else mattered to him at that moment. His courage to live a life, with her beside him, surged to the maximum level.

With the sincerest smile on his face from his twenty-five years of existence, he looked at her.

“Let’s do that, Hyun.”

A/N: I am breaking apart...

#seolay #seohyun #lay #yixing #fixyou #exseo #seoexo #drabble

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anneofthesoutheast · 11 years ago

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The Personification of His Obsessions (seoho drabble)

“Joonmyeon…”

Suho snapped out of his trance as he heard his birth name from a familiar female voice. Even if the room wasn’t lit, of course, he’d know who had just called him–he wouldn’t mistaken that soft and velvety voice for anyone else.

“Joonmyeon are you here?” The girl, whose voice became louder, asked for the second time.

Groaning, Suho answered. “I’m here.” He managed to answer as he placed a bottle of beer beside the dirty, old sofa. “Turn the lights on Joohyun, I’m here, in the sofa.” The grunt that he held finally escaped, making him sound even angrier.

But rather than scurrying off, the girl did flicker the lights on and Suho’s eyes were stricken at the sudden light in an instant.

“Good Lord, Joonmyeon! What has he done to you!” She demanded, not giving Suho the chance to get away. She gripped firmly on his shoulders. She glared on the red cuts and fresh wounds all over him. But as soon as her gaze landed on his upper right ribcage, she trembled. An ugly, large, purple bruise was visible there.

“You put up a fight.” Her eyes went back on him, shaking at the thought of him fighting. He knew she already saw him a couple of times on a gang fight but the hazy orbs that directly stared onto him meant that she was more concerned now. And probably guiltier too.

“Don’t worry darling, I made sure that he won’t be leaving the hospital for one whole year. That bastard never deserved you in the first place.” He fumed, feeling even more furious than ever.

He remembered the crestfallen look she had, a while ago, after she found out her boyfriend–now former boyfriend–making out with a random tramp in a night club. Blazing fire of rage consumed him and the last thing he knew, the other members of his gang were holding him back, afraid that he might actually kill the asshole.

But the girl ignored the issue about her ex-boyfriend and just glowered at him. “I told you not to engage yourself to those, Joonmyeon.” She drawled. “You promised me you weren’t going back to that.”

Suho heaved a sigh in exasperation. He grew up in a hostile environment so he also grew up being hostile. Aside from smoking and abusing alcohol, gang fights were also his obsessions. Not until her, not until Joohyun practically yanked him out of his vicious addictions.

She had successfully got him out of his obsessions for almost three months, which was also a shock to him and to the members of his gangs. But tonight, he couldn’t keep the promise. And he only did that because the douchebag had hurt her.

“This isn’t about the promise, Joohyun.” He said without meeting her eyes. He didn’t have the gut to see the betrayal she felt. Her eyes were always the windows to her soul, and he couldn’t attain to see her all broken. “This is about avenging you from that son a bitch. I swear, I could’ve killed that bastard if wasn’t for the cops nearby.” He said, as if it was something that would assure her.

“Goddamn it!” The girl cursed, making Suho wince. She curled her fingers on her lavender sundress. “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of, can’t you tell? I swear, I was grateful when your guys peeled you off from him. What if the cops found out? What if you ended up in jail? You have to understand Joonmyeon that Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Kyungsoo, Jongin, Sehun and I–” Seohyun paused to hold her breath as if the thought that crossed her mind frightened her. “God! We’d all lose you! He isn’t worth all that. Three months Joonmyeon, we’ve been working on making things right for the past fucking three months!” She screeched.

Her lips were trembling, words spitting out from her clumsily. Suho knew that she was holding back a breakdown. He softened, not really minding anything about the bastard at the moment.

“You can cry, you know.”

The girl didn’t have to be told twice and she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face on his bare sweaty chest. His limping left arm encircled on her tiny waist and his right hand immediately caressed her hair.

“I’m so sorry, I really am. Please don’t be mad at me. I swear I hold myself back, just, my anger has devoured me. I’m sorry.” He spoke, now with a gentler tone as she clung onto him, as if she’s hanging onto her life. “I hate seeing you all emotionally beaten up just because he can’t keep his cock inside his pants. I hate him for treating you that way. He doesn’t even know your worth. I hate…I hate…” Suho trailed off.

I hate to see the girl I love shattering into tiny pieces.

The girl slowly looked up to him and wiped her tears away as she used the back of her hand. Suho saw how her mascara was now smudged and his breath was hitched. Her hair was in a mess. Her eyes were puffy. Her cheeks were smeared by a mix of tears and mascara. Yet, he couldn’t believe she’d still look like an angel with the whole get up. And he realized that, to him, the girl would always be angelic.

“I hate…how he had hurt the girl I’d fallen in love with.” He growled.

Daring, he placed his bruised lips to her soft ones. He was actually afraid that she’d reject him, that she only looked at him as a friend. But his stomach did a somersault as she responded with the same intensity.

Yes, Suho believed that Joohyun’s ex-boyfriend was blind for not seeing the masterpiece he once had.

A/N: I've been thinking about a mafia/gang settings with seoho. And when Aida introduced me Boyfriend's Obsession, I then know that it's a perfect prompt. Hihi!

#seoho #drabble #exseo #seoexo #seohyun #suho

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anneofthesoutheast · 11 years ago

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All I want to say is that everything has two sides. Kris was selfish, yes, but he was experiencing health issues and emotional traumas. Of course the other members undergo the same kind of treatment, but please remember that everyone deals with stress differently. SM is also selfish, yes, but like...

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Hi.. i love ur 2nd drabble. I ship seohan so hard.. hehe.

wah thank you! i see! :) i am not a shipper but i like seoexo as a whole...hihi <3

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The struggles of reviewing (seohan drabble)

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you’re here in my arms

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

Seohyun checked the digital clock on top of the mahogany brown bedside table. It indicated that there was just a few minutes away from ten. She then looked back at the compilation of reviewers in her hand and sighed at the realization that she needed to stay for the rest of the night (and maybe until the dawn) just to finish the notes.

She smacked both of her cheeks lightly, as if to remind herself to remain awake. She even finished her third cup of coffee to fight the heaviness of her eyelids. Two major exams and three long tests awaited for next week. Thus, to secure her place on the list of achievers, she started already on the review.

She’s pretty fine with general zoology and trigonometry but history and organic chemistry were the two worst enemies she ever encountered. Even though she dearly loved her subjects, it didn’t change the fact that some were really her problems.

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you’re here in my arms

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

Oh, God.

She groaned when she heard the volume of the music that came from the other unit went louder. She thought that the music was too loud that she wouldn’t have any chance to sleep. But, at the same time, she wouldn’t be able to completely concentrate on her studies.

She recalled that it had been the third consecutive night when the neighbouring unit had a blast. It already got on her nerves because her earphones were useless against the blowing speakers; evident when she could still hear some faint noises.

We’re gonna die young

“Goddamned…”

Seohyun cursed. She stood and wore a random hoodie. She marched out of her room and leaned to the door of her neighbour to verify if the loud music did come from there. She felt anger filling her up as Kesha’s voice proved that it was the right room.

She braced herself and rang the doorbell. She decided to put both of her hands on her hips as a plan of intimidation.

But as the door creaked open, she unconsciously stepped backwards.

Holy cow.

The door revealed a guy who only wore boxer shorts. He had a lazy smile plastered on his face as he hovered over the whole door frame to prevent her from seeing what’s inside the room. His pair of doe-like eyes bore through her, maybe waiting for her to speak up.

Seohyun mentally shoved her hand on her throat to search for her tongue. She couldn’t seem to talk as she continued to gawk at the guy.

He wasn’t particularly tall but was taller than her. Not only that, his bare arms and torso manifested well-shaped muscles. He didn’t look like he’s on steroids though. He was probably just a regular in the gym nearby.

“I’m sexy and I know it.”

A frown appeared in Seohyun’s face. At first, she thought that the man was pertaining to himself. She was about to feel guilty for looking at him but she realized that he stared right onto her chest, reading the words printed at the front of her hoodie.

She flushed red and she didn’t know why exactly. Either she’s embarrassed at her hoodie or she’s simply mad because his eyes were basically on her chest.

She crossed her arms over her chest and coughed to get his eyes to her face instead. “You see…” She trailed off and pondered at the thought if this guy was younger or older than her. With his face, he seemed like a mid-schooler but with his overall façade, he totally passed for a college dude.

“Luhan, you can call me Luhan.” He offered, one corner of his lips lifted.

“You see, Luhan-ssi…” Seohyun paused for a moment to emphasize that the two of them were still in an informal stage.

Hell, it should definitely remain that way.

“I have a lot of things to review because my exams are due next week. But with such a bothering volume of music coming from your room, I think I won’t be able to review at all.”

Seohyun swore that mischief played on in his eyes for a few seconds before he tilted his body, giving her finally a view of what’s inside the room.

Kesha’s Die Young had finished already and Katy Perry’s California Girls blared on the speakers. She saw three guys (all dressed normally, thank God) dancing randomly.

“Yah Sehun, Tao, Jongin, a pretty girl from the next door is here to request to kill that music off right now.” The boy in front of her shouted to his friends, conveying the wrong message.

“Luhan-ssi–”

“Just Luhan–”

“Fine. Just Luhan.” Seohyun rolled her eyes before she continued. At the corner of her eye, she saw how the eyes of the boy twinkled with amusement. “Just Luhan, I did not ask you and your friends to turn off whatever it is playing the music. I modestly inferred to tone down that bothering volume a bit so that I can review my notes.”

“You all heard her, tone that down!” Luhan shouted while he grinned. His friends had stopped both the music and the dancing already a while ago and were all now watching them.

“Nice hoodie.” One boy who had a slightly tanner skin commented.

Seohyun realized that her arms were no longer crossed, both on the sides of her waist. She kept the urge of covering her chest again.

Why does the words need to be printed on the upper part of her hoodie?

“So…is there anything else we can do for a beautiful lady?”

Seohyun’s attention was now on the guy by the door and bit her tongue to contain a negative retort. As much as she hated how he flirted at her, he had been a gentleman enough to heed to her request.

“Nothing else. Thank you.” She replied shortly.

She then bowed a little to show her gratitude and walked back to her own door. And just about she entered her unit, the guy spoke.

“Please don’t go knocking on your neighbours wearing only those.” He said as he pointed out her comfortable short shorts. She wanted to say that he only had his boxer shorts but instead, she just flipped her hair at him and entered her room immediately.

She locked her door and heaved a sigh.

It was already quiet. There would no longer be a distraction to her studies. But when she went back to her bed, the thought of the boy named Just Luhan pestered her mind all thoughout the night.

A/N: 2/12 of my exseo drabbles! I guess you guys know the order now? lol. I can’t find any pic of luhan on his boxer shorts nor seohyun on a “I’m sexy and I know it” hoodie :(

#seohan #seohyun #luhan #exseo #seoexo #drabble #fluff

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