December 27, 2013

Seulgi was immediately woken up by the distinct feeling of fingers brushing against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, realizing how the bedside lights were still on making it capable for her to see Jongin before her, still in the navy blue button down he was wearing when he left for work that morning, reaching her eye level through crouching down by the bed she was on.   His bed.   Which she must have unconsciously dozed off on a few hours ago.   "Hey." He whispered in the voice Seulgi's become most comfortable and familiar with.   "Hm." She hummed in recognition, shifting around to completely face him, pushing her eyes to be at least halfway open. "Did you just get home?" She grumbled.   "Yeah." He replied softly, his warm breath touching her skin.   "What time is it?"   "A little past two in the morning." He answered.   Her eyebrows knit together. "And you just got home?"   "Lots to do." Jongin shrugged, explaining.   "And you still have work later?"   "Unfortunately." He sighed.   Seulgi simply nodded out of acknowledgement knowing she couldn't do anything about it.   "May I ask what you're doing on my bed, by the way?" Jongin finally questioned, resting his chin on his hands. "Missed me?"   She chuckled lowly. "You wish." Seulgi joked. "Wendy, Irene and Joy had a little too much to drink. They passed out on my bed."   Jongin laughed softly under his breath. "Good to know you girls had a good night." He mumbled, grinning at her.   "Thing is we have training again in the morning." Seulgi croaks. "So, they're basically screwed."   "Do you need to ride with me in the morning, then?"   "We'll probably have to go in a little late." Seulgi pointed out. "They won't be in the best conditions early in the morning."   "I'll instruct your coaches that your training schedule has to be moved, then." He briefly winked, a hint of cockiness in his voice.   She laughed, her eyes still struggling to remain open. "Thank you, Mr. Kim." She teased.   "No problem." He rode along.   "Why don't you come in a little late too, Mr. Future President Kim?"   "Because that's not what a future president should be doing." He responded, playfully tilting his head. "And besides, I have a meeting in the morning so."   Seulgi smiled, her eyes still halfway shut as she carefully scooched on the bed under the sheets covering the bottom half of her body, making space available for Jongin next to her. She pat the free space created, hithering him to enter under the sheets.   "Shouldn't I shower first?" Jongin raised his eyebrow.   "You can shower in the morning." She suggested, repeatedly patting the space, her voice scratchy due to sleep.   She heard Jongin briefly chuckle before he slid under the sheets and wove an arm around her middle, pulling her closer again.    "Goodnight, Seul." He whispered, his hand trailing upwards from her waist to gently her hair.   "Goodnight." She replied, her voice almost non-existent as she felt Jongin press his lips against her forehead, her hands on his chest which felt warmer than usual, before she fell asleep again in his arms and under his scent.   ---   "Seulgi-ahhhh!!!!!!!!" Seulgi groaned in annoyance as Wendy's wailing voice banged through the loft. "Kang Seulgi!!!!!"    Seulgi pushed herself to rise, her system still half asleep, her legs were the only source of power she was solely relying on. She opened the door finding Jongin by the mirror in a sleek gray suit but was obviously struggling to fix his tie. The sun seemed to have just risen as it slowly radiated from the windows and down on his bronze skin.   "Wendy seems to need you." He mumbled, as Seulgi's reflection appeared next to him on the mirror. Her eyes were barely visible, the loose shirt she had on completely wrinkled, and her hair all over the place as he continued to fumble with his tie.   Seulgi walked over to him and squished herself in the space between the mirror and Jongin, directly placing her hands on the tie around his neck, cleanly placing it under the collar of his dress shirt. "You seem to, too." She pointed out, looping the tie until it was in a fixed position.   "Thanks." Jongin whispered, as Seulgi put down his collar. There was something utterly domestic about the way she did.   "Why so formal?" Seulgi asked, taking the blazer in his grasp to help him shrug it on. He raised his arms in recognition of the act.    "Meeting, remember?" He reminded her.   "Right." She replied, now fixing the lapels of his coat, her fingers brushed against his neck as she did. "You're really warm, Jongin." She pointed out, placing the back of her hand on his neck, and remembering what his chest around her felt a few hours ago. "Like a lot warmer than usual, are you sick?"   "Really?" Jongin questioned, shrugging. "I haven't noticed. I don't think so, I feel fine."   "Hm." Seulgi frowned. "Try drinking an antiobiotic or something, and lots of water--"   "KANG SEULGI!!!" Wendy repeated for the nth time.   He nodded, chuckling softly. "Thanks for helping me, you should go to Wendy now." He suggested, quickly pecking her cheek. "I'll see you later." He said with a grin before straddling towards the staircase.   ---   December 28, 2013 Seulgi felt a finger tap her shoulder. She turned around as their coach's assistant let her know, "Seulgi, someone's here to see you." Seulgi, along with the four of them and a few of the other trainees, looked behind to find out who it was.    "Kang Seulgi." Their coach paused the music with the remote in hand, and shut his eyes in frustration, groaning at Seulgi who was right in front of him as he leaned against the mirror behind, his voice gradually rising in volume. "Why would you have visitors in the middle of training--"   "Hey, sorry to disturb Coach." Seulgi chuckled to herself as she heard that familiar voice. Jongin's head peeked through the sliding doors before he stepped in. All the trainees instantly bowed down and started murmuring to themselves once they stood back up straight. "Really sorry, I just needed to talk to Seulgi. I'll make it quick--"   Their coach was left frozen. "Oh, Mr Kim!" He snapped out of his daze, immediately giving a low bow. "You can take as long as you want, run along Seulgi--" He gave Seulgi's back a little push towards where Jongin was standing. "Make it fast, don't keep our president's son waiting!"   Seulgi rolled her eyes and carefully walked to where he was, conscious of how practically everyone in the room was eyeing Jongin and her back and forth. Irene, Wendy, and Joy were even stifling laughs.   Jongin flashed her a grin once she was close, observing her sweatpants loose against her long legs, hair tied up in the usual messy bun, and her beat up vans. "Hey." He brightly greeted.    "What are you doing here?" Seulgi questioned, crossing her arms across her chest, feeling sweat trickle along her neck down to her back, dampening the shirt she had on.   "Aren't you happy to see me?" He pouted.   "No."   His pout widened.   "Kidding, moron." She chuckled shortly. "What's up?"   "I just needed to tell you I can't take you home again tonight." He informed her.   "Ah, it's fine." Seulgi gave him a reassuring smile. "Why though?"   He sighed shortly. "You know why."   "Work again?" She grumbled, frowning. "You've been staying overtime for the past two days."    Jongin shrugged. "I just want to get everything done before New Year's." He let her know.   She nodded, out of arguments, still frowning as she tilted her head downwards. "I barely see you now." She softly pointed out.   Jongin bent down a bit, meeting her gaze. "I miss you too." He whispered playfully.    She chuckled her eyes met his, a smile uncontrollably breaking out on her face. Seulgi now found it difficult to fully absorb how attractive Jongin really was. She felt her heartbeat quicken again once he was a few inches away from her, his warm breath hitting her face when he spoke. "You better make this up to me." She teasingly demanded, pushing him back by the shoulder, willing away the thumping in her chest.   "You bet I will." He teased back, unabashed, a sly grin spreading across his expression.   She merely rolled her eyes in acknowledgement.    "Don't those hurt now?" Jongin asked, pointing to the red Vans Seulgi had on which had visible ripped up holes already, the soles almost separated from the rest of the sneakers. Truth be told, it wasn't the shoes bothering him-- it was who they came from.   "They're fine." Seulgi stubbornly said, staring down at her shoes then at him again. "Why?" She raised an eyebrow