at 8:22 her skin begins to crawl.
there’s something about being trapped in a club function filled to the brim of the opulent that rubs her the wrong way. something that’s particularly business-like in a place designed to let loose that makes her stomach turn. as far as she’s ever been concerned, business never did mix too well with pleasure. and the rich and pretty, idols and actors and their sponsors alike, never seem to want to go too far.
but nevertheless, min jaehoon’s event meant that she was obligated (by who? i’ll let you guess) to show up, to socialize and take selfies that’ll never make it onto anybody’s public instagrams. idols, i tell you, there’s just no fun in playing with any of them if it meant she had to keep it a secret.
still, there’s such a thing as saving graces in places like this. namely, a 173cm and suspiciously well(?) dressed puppy dog that always seems to find her in events like these. noh junsu, a savior in each and every way, but tonight especially in the way he cuts in with an offer to leave the pair attempting to sweet-talk their way into a discount for filming on location at one of the hotels.
so she’s quick to bid the two goodbye, arm linking with junsu’s as they steer away from their direction. “you know just the right time to swoop in and save me-” rieon sports a cheery grin, one that quickly fades once she notes his ensemble. “what is this, by the way?” her hand reaches out, fingers furling around the fabric to give a sharp tug. “you look like the help.” disdain easily lilts her tone, and rieon doesn’t bother for permission before moving to loosen the knot, skilled fingers working to unravel the tie entirely. from there, she simply wraps the cloth around her hand and moves to pop the first three buttons of his dress shirt, moving onto roll up his sleeves after; all the while voicing her concerns.
“who dressed you—your dad? this isn’t a funeral reception.” she clicks her tongue, “it’s not like you’re ugly, i don’t know why you have to keep dressing like every night’s friday night mass—i swear, i would’ve mistaken you for a server if you didn’t come by.” rieon takes a step back to check her handiwork, chewing on her lower lip in thought.
and decidedly so, she doesn’t like it.
“mm, nah—take off the coat too.”
8:26 and he suddenly doesn’t want to go home anymore.
he’s still very much overwhelmed by the crowd, by the sequins and diamonds sewn to every woman’s dress and opalescent, orthodontist-treated smile that leaves the room with too much shimmer for junsu’s liking. how he’s never grown accustomed to these things and has always remained the family’s black sheep remains to be seen, but for tonight, he’s hanging on by a mere thread.
the thread, of course, being kang rieon, who comes with a mysterious dose of oxytocin that seems to only affect him. it’s only worse when she’s closer — contrary to his racing heart and reddening cheeks. he can feel his face absolutely on fire when he’s rendered speechless by her starting words, mouth agape and ready to say something so charming before his thunder is stolen by the only woman he’d beg for it to happen from. “i —” he only takes a bit of her comments to heart, mostly because he’s reeling from their closeness in proximity and the feeling of rieon pulling him by his tie far more invigorating than expected.
he knows he’s got no options available to him: one; she was absolutely right, it was in fact his father’s tie, and his father did suggest for him to wear it tonight (it was meant to be sort of a familial tribute sort of thing). junsu doesn’t her second comment, of course, because his mind is racing at the fact that rieon has her hands literally all over him, and junsu wishes the world could literally just come to a grinding halt so he could live in this moment forever.
of course, it doesn’t. but rieon still looks as pretty as ever when she takes a step back to eye her work from top to bottom; junsu tries to straighten himself up for her, pushing back his shoulder blades and sticking his chest out just enough that it might make him look a little more handsome in her eyes.
“what?” he blinks, his mind needing a moment to process her comment before it registers amidst the cheery banter around them. he makes a slight pout as he takes off his blazer, revealing a well ironed, white oxford shirt. junsu takes rieon’s hints to roll up his sleeves again and steps back for her to look again and prays she’s satisfied with his look this time. he runs one quick, last minute hand through his hair. “alright, is this better?”
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