“I want every detail!”

Jinyoung tells you as you push your cart side by side with his. This was the usual routine; every Saturday, either you or he would be the one to wake the other up, afterwards it would be grocery shopping for the week, you’d give him healthy food while he would shove chips on your cart telling you that eating too healthily was bad for the health [too much is never too good!]. After all this, you’d head to WM University to record anything and everything Jinyoung has come up with for the week.

You ignore him and continue to look around the shelves, pretending to be interested in the shampoos lined up. Jinyoung pouts and bumps his cart towards yours intentionally before mimicking you and pretending to be highly engrossed in all of the liquid soap across the shelves of the shampoos. You glare at him and sigh in defeat, “Nothing really happened, you know.” You confess, slightly.

Honestly speaking, Jinyoung was somewhat like a girl; always wanting details and stories of your non-existent love life.

But still, you feed him with nonsense chatter as you recall the unforgettable moments from the night before. And as he listens to you chat on and on, you realize that Sandeul, in some ways, does resemble Jinyoung. The way his eyes curl up whenever he grins, the way he listens intently to whatever you say, nodding and shooting you cheeky grins whenever the situation calls for it and quite possibly, the way you feel so safe and comfortable whenever you’re with him.

Maybe that’s what attracted you to him.

Oh, come on, ______! Focus! I thought it was only Jinyoung? Don’t ruin your life anymore by going after a broken hearted man!

“Oh, hey, look there’s a new line of shampoos-“ he unexpectedly calls out, reaching over you and plucking out a bottle. He grins and throws it to your cart. You frown and carefully pick up the shampoo bottle, “I already have a shampoo and the last one we bought isn’t finished yet.” You explain and gingerly place it back on its shelf.

He grabs it again and tosses it in your cart, “Give it to Eun Mi noona,” he says stubbornly. You roll your eyes and take away the bottle again. You don’t place it back, knowing Jinyoung; he’ll just do it again and again until you finally give in. “Why does this brand look familiar?”

“It’s the brand Kim Heechul uses.” Hearing the idol’s name, you stare at him with wide eyes before swooning dreamily and placing back the shampoo bottle inside your cart as if it was as fragile as glass. “Oh that man has gorgeous hair,” you complement the feminine idol from the boy band Super Junior. “I don’t get how he can do it, he always dies his hair crazy colours but it still looks so soft and smooth! I’m so jealous.”

“And you always hide yours with a messy, horrible bun.” He retorts and pokes the bun on top of your head. You glare mockingly at the older boy before slapping him hard on his shoulder; he snickers in response, holding onto the sore spot. “It’s true! Why don’t you let your hair loose? It’s much more attractive,” he suggests and you can only roll your eyes.

“Oh, what do you know about attractive?” you snap back at him, scoffing you turn your gaze forward and hold your head high. “You wouldn’t know attractive if it slapped you in the face!”

Or shoulder.

He snorts and frowns at you, “Of course I do! All the girls I’ve dated have been very attractive in their own way,” Jinyoung defends, “Heck all the girls I’ve been with are really beautiful, you know?” you make a face but say nothing else. His frown deepens and the brunette turns away, muttering something under his breath. Even with his soft mumbling, you catch every word though; you hoped your face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“…I’m with you, right?”

.oOo.

“힘이들때면잠시,
쉬어갈수있도록…
나의어깨를빌려줄게요…”

When you’re tired, I’ll lend you my shoulder so that you can rest for a bit…

You stay inside the recording studio just outside the booth where Jung Jinyoung is currently singing harmoniously whilst playing  the spare acoustic guitar the school leaves for hardworking students willing to sacrifice their Saturdays in order to improve. His smooth yet powerful voice paired with the emotional lyrics and gentle plucking of strings almost sends you into tears.

“I pray no tears, in your dreams…
I know you’ll fly high in your life.
이세상 작은눈으로또그댈보려고하지만…”

Although this world looks at you in a small point of view…

You find yourself unconsciously humming along even when you didn’t know the lyrics to his incomplete song. You can’t help but smile at his serene expression as he continues.

“보란듯이당당하게… 말할 수있어- Aish~!” Jinyoung strums the strings vigorously out of frustration and looks up at the ceiling with a forced [still adorable] grin.  Panicked, you fumble to press the button to stop the recording. You grab the headset connected to the booth, “You alright, Jinyoung?” you ask. Through the glass separating the both of you he rubs the back of his neck and grins back in response.

“It just didn’t sound right with me…” he explains. Jinyoung shakes his head before clearing his throat and adjusting the guitar strap. “One more?” you ask cautiously and he nods quickly with the excitement of a child. You hold up three fingers, counting down as you press the red recording button and from the other side, Jinyoung focuses on the guitar chords once more.

Jinyoung’s voice is beautiful. There was just something different about his voice with other singers you’ve come to know. His wasn’t as powerful as SHINee’s Jonghyun nor as smooth and creamy as Super Junior’s Kyuhyun. Definitely not as honey-like with BEAST’s Yoseob and more or less could never compare with Kim Ryeowook [also of Super Junior’s] sweet and gentle voice.

Not too manly and not too feminine.

Jinyoung’s voice was simply… Jinyoung’s.

And as you listen to the melody, you remember exactly why you fell for the man separated from you by only the wall of glass.

But suddenly he stops playing and you’re snapped out of your thoughts by a girl – petite and perfect – rapping continuously on the glass window. Jinyoung is startled, his expression showing guilt and he hurriedly gets out of his seat, setting aside the acoustic guitar by the wall.

“E-Excuse me? You’re not supposed to be here!” You manage to say once you recollect yourself. You get up from your seat, silently fuming. How dare she interrupt your day with Jinyoung? Couldn’t she wait for two more days to spend some time with him?

Hae Won doesn’t respond to you and instead, taps her foot impatiently as she waits for Jinyoung. Said boy exits the room with a sheepish smile, “Hae Won-! What are you-“

“Why aren’t you answering my calls?” she suddenly snaps, her perfect little face marred by a frown. “I was busy?” he tries before he takes the smaller girls hands, “Look, can we not talk about this here? I’ll call you later, promise.” He attempts to tug her away from you when he notices that scary look in her eyes. “We will not talk about this later-!” she struggles with his grip, squirming to break free.

“You liar!” she says with faux tears in her eyes. “You told me you were with friends, you liar!” Apparently, Jinyoung has yet to notice her grim expression or simply doesn’t care as he frowns at her, “What? I am! ______-ah is my best friend!” Hae Won shakes her head. “She’s not just a friend!” she squeaks and for some reason, you felt like you wanted to hug her. Of course that want simply fades into dust as soon as you hear her next few words, “She’s a tramp!”

“Hae Won!” he threatens. She squirms under his frame as his grip visibly tightens.

“You’re hurting her, Jinyoung!” despite wanting to kill the petite girl, you find yourself unable to just sit idly in the corner. Even if Jinyoung is attempting to protect you [insert swoon here], you will not stand for it if it means him harming her. Upon your call, he lets go of her wrist and Hae Won wastes no moments to slap the dazed look from Jinyoung’s face. She makes a small sound and raises her chin haughtily before turning her back on him and storming out of the recording studio.

It takes Jinyoung a few moments to register both the pain and the fact that his current girlfriend is walking out the door, hopefully walking out of his life.

For a split second, your heartbeat stops and you turn to Jinyoung.

When he simply waits as the door slams behind the pretty little girl, you choke out a few sobs.

He turns to look at you and cracks a grin once he sees you quickly wiping away stray tears. You purse your lips, flustered as he starts laughing. “W-What? It’s not funny! Jung Jinyoung!” you scold, furiously wiping away the seemingly never ending tears. The boy beside you continues to laugh as he holds on to the red mark slowly forming on his left cheek.

“Aigo-! Song ______, what are you crying for, huh? Smile!” he instructs. You keep mumbling the word idiot under your breath as Jinyoung just grins in front of you. “You didn’t actually think that I would’ve chosen Hae Won over you, did you?” he asks, genuinely curious. When you don’t respond he envelops you in a gentle hug, calming you down and soothing your tears. “I’ve told you a hundred times already; I could have a hundred gorgeous girls but I’d still pick you, ______-ah. You are the only one.”

And for once, you did believe him.

.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.___.oOo.

A/N: It's already been a month-! ORZ I'm really sorry! D: School has been keeping me rather busy and so has my other fanfic [which is actually a story apply, go check it out if you haven't already! Please? :D "Seonsaengnim, teach me how to love!"]. Sandeul will be back next chapter, don't worry! :) I can't keep that guy out for too long. Haha.

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