Thereâs an unwritten method to these sorts of things, she thinks; some sort of internal checklist that predetermines if certain company is best kept or abandoned. As far as things go, Hyosungâs own is just as lax on judgment as she herself is in everyday circumstances â little gets under her skin and even less prove to be a definite refusal. To say the handsome stranger was on the right track wasnât saying much of anything at all in such context, but it remains just as true; her penchant for landing in more favorable and pleasant circumstances despite how she chooses paths based solely on her whims could only be a skill unintentionally acquired by natural means.
Or perhaps itâs something best attributed to luck â either way, she has no intention of questioning it.
This club is one that finds her presence to be frequent enough to be familiar, though itâs the dance floor that makes her acquaintance more than the bar itself. She hasnât kept track of how many hours sheâs been out already but the amount of drinks sheâs had is far less for the time; if she remembers right, thereâd only been the two from the start of the night, with the thought of others crossing her mind and yet not being acted on. Itâs not the first time, either, that someoneâs given her an offer for more â thereâs been plenty of that to go around, though each time was considered with even less seriousness than the last, her focus instead placed elsewhere with the ill timing.
But itâs different when itâs an offer from someone who happens to have all of her attention in the moment.
The grin that spreads is too innocuous and bright in the clubâs lighting â it doesnât match the aura sheâd given on her miniature stage, but itâs genuine in its craft, open and accepting if not inviting in itself. That good feeling sheâs picking up from him can only be classed as intuition; sheâs not so much the pessimistic type, either, so the idea that she could be mistaken in that regard is brushed off before itâs so much as considered. Sheâs always been one to go with her feeling, after all.
If the close proximity between them bothered her in the slightest, thereâs not a hint of it to be found; if anything, she leans just the slightest bit closer, just out of some desire to not mishear a thing. Her smile answers him before she gets the chance to verbally.Â
âSounds like weâre here for the same thing.â A laugh, carefree and light, accompanies the glance she throws in the direction of the bar and the few seemingly empty booths around the space. âI have all night if you do,â sheâs well aware of how suggestive it might come off as, but she makes no move to change that; sheâd be lying if she were to pretend that she hadnât taken interest in him, wouldnât she? âAny chance I could take up both offers, or are they limited time only?â
Her lips part in a inviting smile. Itâs not inviting in the same sense of how her dance drew him in, not in the way he felt drawn to her before, though that hasnât gone; itâs genuine and bright with something that feels unassuming about it that makes him warm somehow. The way she draws closer, beaming even brighter makes his heart skip, just the slightest, with a realization that, oh. Sheâs cute too.
Part of him almost feels as if heâs too close now, though perhaps heâs merely aware of how close he had gotten to her, but she doesnât seem to mind it at all. He mirrors her expression, his near smirk softening into something gentler. He nearly has to tamp down some shy feeling gaining strength as something in the back of his head sighs that heâs out of his depth. Wonshik tugs back at that daring feeling that had inspired him and lets himself admire her features as she speaks.
Ah, but she went for it? he grins. Thereâs only a slight fleeting thought that he hopes it doesnât come off as too excited, or that the slight flush he can feel creeping up on his cheeks isnât too visible in the club lighting or might be passed off as exertion.
âTotally, you can -- both is good,â he says, a sheepish laugh tacked on the end of it from how disjointed the reply is. Itâs spoken less confidently than he would like, nor as smooth; Wonshik wills himself to loosen in spite of it. The general atmosphere and the bass pumping through the walls help as he more easily gives a crooked grin.
He places a hand on her arm, touch solid but gentle.
âWhy donât I get you that drink then, and we can see how things go from there? ...Since weâve got all night,â he echoes, the implications of her words carried in his own as his tone lowers.
Itâs a bit easier for someone of his height to part the mass of people as he leads the way to the bar. His hand trails behind him, holding her wrist with loose fingers almost absentmindedly placed there.
With a more serious expression he gets her what he usually does when he wants to impress at this place -- itâs a dark drink thatâs almost fruity, but not too sweet and goes down smoothly; strangely, it glitters, but that doesnât seem to affect the taste or texture; under the spotty lighting, it almost looks like stars. (Itâs also far, far more expensive than heâll admit to paying for a drink.)
Wonshik slides the drink down to her with a grin.
âHope you donât mind I picked you somethinâ out; this is my favorite thing they offer here.â
As if suddenly remembering, he hums. âI should introduce myself and ask who it is Iâm dedicating the rest of the night to, shouldnât I?â A sheepish laugh and heâs grinning at her, resting his elbow on the bar. âIâm Wonshik, by the way.â
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