Woohyun stopped dancing, stopped moving, stopped breathing.

All he could do was look at the little stage at the other end of the club, where a band was performing one of their songs. But he didn’t care about the band in itself. All he cared about was that singer, all red hair and ripped jeans.

He didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t probably his appearance, because he usually considered people with such a look to be just stupid punks. Maybe it was the song, maybe it was his voice, maybe it was all because of the few drinks he had had. But something in him froze at the song that redhead was singing at the top of his lungs. The whole scene made him feel really insignificant yet important, utterly sad yet excited, lost yet found, all at the same time. His emotions were a rollercoaster and he was on that free fall that made your stomach turn and your heart skip a beat.

The overall feeling was so intoxicating that he strangely loved it, but still desperately wanted it gone.

And one thing was crystal clear in his mind: he needed that singer to come closer.

Only at the end of the song did he remember how to breathe properly. He moved to the counter and sat down – his knees were shaking. He had thrown back another couple of drinks by the time the band finally thanked the audience and went down the stage.

After a while, when the band came into the bar, chatting happily like they hadn’t left Woohyun feeling like that at all, the latter didn’t hesitate to go to the singer, who shot him an amused smile and gestured his friend to continue without him.

Woohyun cleared his throat. He hadn’t thought of what to say.

“That performance, you… I was…”

A smirk, and the other finished his sentence for him. “Frozen? I saw that from the stage.”

And Woohyun knew. At that point, he knew what it was. It was that voice that got him so on the edge since earlier. He moved forward and shut his brain from formulating any logical thought. He just let his instinct take over.

His lips met the redhead’s ones.

The next morning, Woohyun learnt the other’s name. Sunggyu. He decided he like the feeling of that name on his tongue.

~ Piou0102 ~

This is something I've written not long ago, when I was reaaally tired and I'm not sure if it's any good. ^^" But here it is anyways! :p Oh and the title is from a song by Taylor Swift, called 'The Story of Us' (the story doesn't really have anything to do with the song though xD).

Comment if you liked it or if you have any idea or request! :)

(I promise, the next one is longer! ><)