So I wrote a oneshot Hyunsik fic with some smut⊠I havenât published any of my works online in forever so please read and be kind? Aha I have links for it on AO3 and Asianfanfics.
Iâll post a little of it to see if it interests anyone~ please give it a try :D
Title: What Happens on a Monday Night
Summary: Mel has only been in Seoul for a short amount of time, but she feels the need to explore on her own every once in a while, seeking something that she canât put her finger on. One night, a Monday night of all nights, she happens to be in the same bar as Hyunsik, BTOBâs sexy and playful vocalist/composer. As a fan, will she able to handle it?
Hereâs a bit of it (all the action is quite a ways into the story, sorry >
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Mel had no idea what she was doing here.
She wasnât much of a drinker, wasnât a big fan of socialization, so why in the world did she walk in here?
She had been in Korea for a few months, still adjusting to the lay of the land, to how different everything was from her hometown in the states. She spoke Korean well enough on her own; she had studied it for four years at her university, after all.Â
Still, she couldnât help but feel a little lost on nights like these.
She wasnât alone in Seoul; she stayed with a longtime friend who never let her feel lonely, but sometimes she just liked to get away, spend money on a hotel room and pretend like she was a tourist. She never did anything exciting, but it was nice to break routine and do something different.Â
And here she was again, sitting alone at a bar, staring into her glass of untouched whiskey.
âEverything okay, maâam?â the bartender asked for the second time, wiping down the counter. âDo you want me to get you something else?â
âIâm fine, thank you,â she assured him again. He kept watching her from the corner of his eye, so she took a sip of her glass. Her eyes watered, but she kept the grimace off her face and drank a few more gulps. The bartender turned and paid attention to another customer, leaving her alone for now.
Yeah, she definitely wasnât much of a drinker. She wiped at her eyes and wondered what was in that drink to make her skin feel so flushed all of a sudden. Behind her, several men played billiards and laughed together.
Curious, she swiveled in her seat a little, glancing back at them and measuring them with her eyes. One of her favorite fantasies involved a handsome stranger who could take her back to her hotel and ravage her. She was far too awkward and shy for that though.
As she watched them, one of them caught her eye. He wore a simple cap and mask, which wasnât unusual, but there was something about him that seemed almost familiar. She watched openly now, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.
âYouâre falling behind, Hyunsik-ah,â one guy said with a laugh. âI told you tonight wasnât your night.â
âShut up and wait until the game is over,â the man replied in a low husky voice, shoving his friendâs shoulder playfully. âIâll make a comeback.â
Mel turned back around and took another gulp, her face heating up by a few more degrees. Even the voice was very familiar. She didnât want to assume things and be wrong with those assumptions. There was no way BTOBâs Hyunsik was here, in the same place as her, right?
That was something she sometimes had a hard time admitting, even to herself. She was completely infatuated with BTOB, and followed everything they did on a daily basis. Her friend worried about her obsession, but she knew how to keep tabs on it and left the members alone, refusing to resort to sasaeng behavior. She didnât want to be grouped with those crazy, so-called fans.
She looked at her glass of ice, wondering when it had become empty. She gestured to the bartender, and he came over to refill her glass. Mel didnât pay much attention to him and turned in her chair again, intent on confirming her suspicions.
The mask was off now, and it was definitely Im Hyunsik. She took in his appearance, the bare face that screamed raw masculinity, and those powerful-looking shoulders covered by a casual t-shirt. She felt herself heating up without any help from her drink.
He straightened and grinned at his friends, eyes closing in his trademark eye smile. Mel felt her chest tighten, unable to tear her eyes away from his face. Stop looking at him, damn it. You look like such a creep. She decided to listen to the voice in her head.
Before she could turn away, Hyunsikâs eyes flickered over to her. They skimmed over her briefly, then locked on her face, eyes holding hers. She felt a punch of heat in that single gaze, body frozen on the spot by his stare. The gaze felt like it lasted several endless minutes, but it was probably only a few, heart-wrenching seconds before he broke their gaze and returned to his game. She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the desperate jackrabbit beating of her heart. Her cheeks turned pink in embarrassment and she turned around to stare into her drink. He thinks youâre just another idiot who got caught staring at him, her mind chastised. You looked oh so attractive with that deer-caught-in-headlights look. Stupid.
She kept cringing as she imagined how her face must have looked to him. She wanted to just get up and leave, but even the act of standing up made her feel awkward. If she stood up, he might look over, and she didnât want him looking at her again. She felt so dumb.
Her drink almost seemed to beckon to her the longer she stared into it, so she didnât fight the urge and drank her second glass without issues. A small hiccup escaped her and she covered her mouth, looking around to make sure no one had heard it. A random guy was sitting on her left, but he didnât hold her attention for long. She wanted another glass.Â
She raised her hand to call the bartender over, but someone appeared beside her and sat on the empty stool on her right.
âGet me two glasses of what sheâs having,â Hyunsik said, taking her glass and sampling what she hadnât finished. âAh, single malt scotch whiskey. I like your choice.â He smiled at her and she had to tilt her face away to hide her expression. She mouthed, âOh my God,â and screamed silently, shocking the guy sitting on her other side. He looked at her like she had lost her mind- she probably had- and leaned away to enjoy his beer in peace.
She faced Hyunsik when she had smoothed her face into what she assumed was a normal expression. He didnât comment on her strange behavior and pushed her refilled glass toward her, his wide smile full of charm.Â
âWhatâs a lovely lady doing alone in a bar on a Monday night?â he asked. Ah, it was Monday, wasnât it? She could have chosen Saturday, but now look at where she was. She was talking to Im Hyunsik. Â Â
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