Sparks Fly

He can’t take his eyes off her.

In the room packed with twenty people or so, he can’t help stealing glances at her, can’t help the smile creeping onto his face, can’t help the way his heartbeat accelerates at an alarming rate. Whenever someone cracks a joke, she’d turn to him, her face alight with laughter, and he will have to laugh along; it is impossible not to. He doesn’t mind the smacks she gives him as she laughs; in fact, he kind of likes them, delighting in the electricity fizzling out when her skin touches his.

Alas, the magic has to end.

“Alright, people, it’s time to head back home, we’ve got another round of filming tomorrow,” the director announces, and there is a murmur of agreement. In a minute, the restaurant is filled with the sound of scraping chairs and goodbye greetings.

The group starts to file out of the restaurant, but he lingers behind, alerted by a certain someone’s anxiety.

“Eunji? Is there something wrong?”

“I can’t seem to find my phone,” she says, looking up to face him as she brushes the strands of hair from her face.

“I’ll help you look,” he says, and gets down, crawling under the table as his eyes scan the surroundings.

‘Oh, Howon, you don’t have to do that you’ll get your jeans dirty!” she exclaims, trying to tug him up.

He laughs. “It’s fine, a little bit of dirt won’t kill anyone.”

She has to laugh too, then, and says, softly, “Okay.”

She, too crouches down, frantically looking for her phone, the one thing she cannot live without. Howon sticks his hand into the gaps of the couch they have been sitting in, and as his hand roams around the inside it clenches around a hard object, and he pulls it out, excited, only to see that it is a mini clipboard. Eunji crawls over to him, giggling as she sees the clipboard in his hand. He whacks it lightly on her forehead, and she yelps, rubbing her forehead and staring disapprovingly at him. He laughs, flicking her bangs, and then goes back to searching.

“This is hopeless, let’s stop,” Eunji says, standing up and flicking back her hair.

Howon stands too, and as he does so he accidentally knocks into her, and they both stumble back. Howon lungs out, catching Eunji, one arm secure around her waist. A small gasp escapes , and she stares up at Howon, surprised. He clears his throat uncomfortably; aware of the close proximity they are in, but somehow, he is unable to let go of her. His head dips in, and he sees her shut her eyes. He can hear her heartbeat even clearer now, the clearest he has ever heard in, and as his lips touch hers, he feels her melt away. His mouth moulds against hers softly, his hands moving up to her back. In a minute, her hands are locked around his neck, and she is kissing him back, leaning into him. Sparks fly, fireworks explode, and as they finally break away his eyes are shining, and so are hers.

He is about to lean in again, when there is a sudden vibration in her pocket. Eunji starts, surprised, and then digs into her pocket. Making a incredulous sound, she pulls out her phone, and gives Howon a sheepish smile.

He chuckles. “Answer that call, then.”

Eunji gives me a sly smile, pressing a button and pocketing the phone once more.

“That can wait,” she says, and as she pulls him in their lips meet, creating magic once more.

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/sigh I felt like this one wasn't all that well-done, but I really wanted to do some Hoji, soooooo ;A;