The song practice dragged on. Snacks and then meals were brought in by managers and you could hear the improvement in their performance and pronunciation. After a few hours several of members called it a night, opting for sleep over yet another run through of the song. The members had decided to slip it into the acoustic portion of the concert and Chanyeol worked hard perfecting the chords on his guitar.

Eventually Junmyeon kicked everyone out of his room and you lingered close by Minseok and Kyungsoo as they made their way down the corridor. They had been discussing something and your mind wandered a bit as you followed, not close enough to eavesdrop but still very much available should either of them need you.

“I’m going down to the gym,” Minseok finally said with a groan, “All that sitting made me feel stiff.” Kyungsoo nodded and you caught the glance in your direction briefly before the pair had reached the door of a room.

With his hand on the door you saw Minseok glance at you briefly with a friendly nod before he turned back to Kyungsoo. He then leaned in close and whispered something into Kyungsoo’s ear.

What Minseok told the younger man, you had no way of knowing, but you saw a reaction in an instant. A subtle one, but you caught the stiffening in his posture and the small step back and away with what he took from Minseok’s message.

“Hyung--” you heard the reaction in the low voice that crawled up your spine and poked at your resolve. There was a harshness in that voice that you didn't like and Minseok glanced your way once before disappearing behind his room door.

Kyungsoo was motionless for a minute and you felt frozen on your spot. Why couldn’t he just dismiss you so you could return to your room and daydream about the way his lips curled around the Spanish words of that song...the way his tongue rolled up against the Rs and tickled against your neck.

You remembered the lyrics of the song. Warm and romantic, those words were the sort that should be whispered against your earlobe, puffing warm breaths against your skin in the early morning as you awoke before the sunrise.

You felt a bump against your shoulder as he made his way past you in the opposite direction now and you jumped at the light touch. He moved passed you swiftly and you sprinted to catch up to him.

“Umm..if you’re done with the song I guess--”

Your words came to a halt when you did and you felt your chest bump into something stiff and warm and alive in front of you. You scrambled and stumbled backwards with an umph.

“You're not trying to get out of work already are you? We still have a lot to do. Remember I won't be able to practice the song tomorrow if I'm going to the restaurant, so it needs to be perfect tonight.”

The sound of his voice was off. Tense all of a sudden, much more so than the entire afternoon and evening during the song practice when he had actually been friendly with you. Openly so, in front of the other members, enough to garner a bit of teasing about the suddenly sweet Do Kyungsoo who had a soft spot for his translator. Baekhyun and Jongdae had taken the teasing a bit too far and you noticed Kyungsoo closing up more since. You couldn’t imagine their teasing had gotten to him. What did it matter what they said when you were just an employee and there was no truth behind their words.

You were just a useful member of the team and he was respectful as always. But something in his mood since then had told you that something tonight had bothered him. Paired with whatever it was that Minseok had told him and you could tell you were in for a long night of hard work and little small talk. If there was one thing you had learned about Kyungsoo in this short time of actually working together with him, it was that he was driven and passionate and would let next to nothing get in the way of reaching his goal. Whether that was perfect pitch, brilliant harmonies, exact dance moves or spot on pronunciation, he would master it and you were expected to work hard to support him while he did it.

“Absolutely. We can work all night if we must. It'll get there, I promise. You're already so close.”

His fighting spirit must have been contagious because you felt a sudden burst of confidence in your abilities to pull an all nighter. If he needed your help tonight, you would do your best.

You watched his face as he absorbed your words and you saw the furrow in his brows smooth out as his eyes seemed to soften. A small twitch in his lip preceded the usual moistening of his plump bottom lip with his tongue and you tried your hardest not to stare at the sinful sight as it played out mere inches away from your face.

“Here.” From his pocket he had pulled out a small plastic card, a credit card when you looked down into his hand and he was pushing the thing into your hand as he started walking again. “Why don't you go get some coffees and some snacks. There are lots of cafes around the hotel. Meet me in room 512.”

You took the card and the orders with a quick nod of your head as you practically ran from the man. Down the hallway to the elevator, down the floors and out of the hotel, all the while screaming internally as his final orders played again and again in your head.

Meet me in room 512.
You felt lightheaded. Because you knew...you knew for certain that if Minseok’s hotel room was 514, then the only possibility was that room 512 was Do Kyungsoo’s hotel room.

He wanted you to work with him on the song….all night long….in his hotel room.

You ordered four coffees from the cafe on the corner. Two hot and two iced and your eyes widened like saucers when you caught sight of a churrería, a genuine Spanish churro house, around the corner. Your years as a fangirl afforded you with certain knowledge about the man’s tastes and you knew you'd hit the jackpot here. You fiddled with your phone as you waited in line, hoping for swift service and luckily the line was moving quickly and you grabbed a small assortment of the popular treats, rushing back to the hotel before the coffees could get cold.

You stashed the churros away inside your bag, suddenly wavering about whether or not you should give them to him...was it perhaps too much for you to know about his intense affection for them? It was, after all one of those intimate fan known secrets about him that the casual fan would not know. You chewed on your lip and debated as you waited in front of room 512 and you could feel the nervous tremors in your hands beginning to make the coffee rattle around.

You could do this. You could spend a night working in close quarters with him. You could do it without making a fool of yourself with some weird love confession or embarrassing slip up. This was just work. This did not have to be anything else, why the hell were you so nervous right now? You felt dizzy. Maybe you would pass out and he would have to drag your unconscious body into his bed and nurse you back to health with cuddles and kisses and--

He pulled the door open and thank heavens your legs still seemed to function because you made your way into HIS. HOTEL. ROOM….deep breaths…

You removed your shoes as he was accustomed to and you placed your own smaller shoes right next to his sneakers, lined up like the cutest little couple of shoes you'd ever seen and you felt the weight of the coffees you held removed from your grasp by soft warm fingers.

His room was single, but nicer than yours with a small kitchen and small living space with a sofa and coffee table. He set the coffees down at the table and returned to your side where you stood clutching your bag lamely as you looked around the room.

“Give it--” He said suddenly appearing in front of you again, having deposited the coffee and returning to look you up and down as if he was searching for something.

“W-What?” You said, unsure of what he meant when you remembered his credit card.
“Ahh!” You said, suddenly remembering yourself and you pulled the small plastic card out of your bra where you had hastily stuffed it when you got the churros.

His eyes went wide for a moment as he looked at the card you held in front of him and after a few moments he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Not that, give them to me...you bought churros.”

What in the world?
Maybe he could smell them? Was he that into churros?

You felt a sudden strange panicky embarrassment. Having hidden the fact that you bought them and now he was practically sniffing you out for them. You tightened your grip on your bag now. Was this next level fangirl? Maybe you knowing about the churros thing was taking this too far, but hiding them seemed so much worse. You could feel the blush on your face now and he took a step closer to you with a suddenly serious look on his face.

“W-What do you mean? Wh-churros?”

What was wrong with you? Why was he suddenly making you so nervous? He took another step closer to your stubborn stand off and you could smell him again.

“Don't tell me you bought them for someone else. Where are they? In here?” His hand was running along the top of your bag that you had pulled up close to your chest now and the tips of his fingers brushed along your shirt. Your breathing increased when you felt the tips of his fingers brush against your chest, light enough that maybe he didn't feel it but you sure as did.

You felt too stunned to move when the look on his face, searching and determined caught up with your frozen eyes.

He looked into your face, matching your stillness for a spell. A staring game in which you would surely lose. He was too strong an opponent with his big dark eyes that could probably read every thought on your face like a script.

His mouth moved and you felt a twitch in your own eyes as his expression shaped and molded into what you would have been certain was a genuine ing pout. Yes, his bottom lip suddenly jutted out far and your breath left your lungs. Of all the dirty tricks, the man pushed that lip down and the corners of his mouth frowned and trembled.

You scoffed right out loud, he probably felt the puff of your breath against his face when you did it and the look in his eyes was sad. Broken. Dejected and tortured and you felt your heart cracking and shattering against your ribs as the man defeated you with a single facial expression.

“Fine! Fine! Christ don't ing do that, I got you churros because I know how much you love them and duh, I love you so it's obvious that I got them for you!”

You shoved your bag into his arms quickly and you heard the highly amused giggle that escaped his chest as he pulled your bag open and searched for the small paper sack with his treasures.

You felt defeated. You felt wronged actually and you huffed down on the sofa next to where he had happily planted himself digging through the bag.

“Ohh they're still warm.” His eyes were practically rolling back into his head as he took his first bite. You tried to stay in your annoyed sore loser mood but one of your most favorite things in the world was watching him eat… so you gave in and watched him. But you kept the annoyed scowl in your face just the same.

“How did you know?” You asked, finally too curious and refusing to believe that he simply smelled them.

“You checked in on facebook, dummy.”

He had sugar on his lips. You didn't dare move a muscle as he chewed happily, swallowing down his warm coffee after a few bites.

“This one is really good, here--” he was leaning closer to you now, his fingers clutching a churro as he lifted it up to your face.

“Ahh--” he said and you took a few moments before you responded by opening your mouth.

You took a bite and he was right. It was delicious and you felt your mood lifting some with the sweetness in your mouth. Your own coffee was nice and warm and the perfect amount of bitterness against the sweetness of the treat.

He still had the sugar on his lips and you were staring. He must have noticed because you saw him do a double take, lingering on the second look with brows lifted in question.

“You have some...sugar,” you finally said by way of explaining your creepy fixation with staring at his lips. Little did he know the starting usually had nothing at all to do with the sugar...it was just him. You couldn't help it, only usually you weren't doing your staring in person.

He lifted his hand at the same time as you reached for him and you reached the soft plump flesh of his bottom lip before he did, brushing away the granules of sugar just in time to feel the warmth of his hand cascade over yours.

Don’t..please dont close your eyes. You silently begged and you watched as he didn't listen to your pleas. You watched his eyelids close and your hand kept its place, fingertips touching his lip, his hand over your own, fingers curling now you felt the small pressure of his hand around your own.

“You don’t….by the way.” You heard him whisper suddenly and you watched his eyes moving under his closed lids. He dropped his hand slowly, bringing your hand down with it, away from his face and from his lips and you took a deep breath that you hoped didn't sound too nervous and affected by his touch.

You weren't sure what he was saying but you were sure he wasn't done speaking. You also weren't in your right mind because he was holding your hand inside of his own and you felt his other hand join and wrap around your own.

His eyes, his focu