003 ✩
kmgvu:
he misses her. beyond explanation, beyond words except the obvious. he wants to see her. he’s in love with her. ah, to have fallen so hard and so quickly… and yet, sunggyu’s real enough with himself to know loving chungha is the easiest part of all of this. he’s always been in love with her, ever since the moment they’d locked themselves together in a hotel room over the winter holidays. the moment he saw her standing at his doorway drenched from the rain, crying out his name… fuck. the need to see her wraps its tight grasp around his heart and squeezes. her upcoming debut is naturally exciting but sunggyu would be lying if he said he was completely happy about it; her lack of time drives the wedge between them these days – keeping chungha away most nights and only allowing her to crawling back in bed by morning. it’s inevitable. it’s their life. sunggyu knows that and brings with him a small bag of pick-me-ups, snacks and energy drinks to keep her spirits going. however, he pauses as the sound of heavy music pumps out through the dance studio’s closed door. it’s her new song and he’s intrigued by the sound of the angelic voice that whispers in his ears, her voice, that gets his body humming with a white-hot awareness.
the door opens and he slips inside quietly. his woman moves with an intensity that leaves sunggyu practically shaking where he stands, his lips parted and body tense as he watches the way chungha undulates and shakes her hips to the beat of the music.
eyes narrowed at her reflection, chungha’s performing entirely as her brow lifts and she wears her confident smirk through every movement and lyric. she’s still oblivious to the fact that someone else is in the room with her now, even with their figure clearly outlined in the mirror in front of her.
given that she’s already lost count of how many times she’s gone through the song, she feels like one less than perfect run-through is acceptable, so halfway through, she stops the precise choreography to freestyle instead. her fingers tug at the ponytail she’s had, setting her hair free and letting it fall messily around her face. with her tongue swiping at her lip rather suggestively, her hips continue moving before she drops onto her knees, proceeding to roll around on the floor as sexy as she can possibly make it, just as a breath of air from what she had been doing before.
the song finally ends with her on all fours and she glances over at the mirror, letting out a quiet giggle to herself before sliding forward. her cheek presses into the cool floor of the studio for a couple moments as she catches her breath, and that’s when she sees him. a short gasp leaves her when she immediately scrambles up to stand and turn to face him. “d-daddy! what are you doing here?!”
