* STUDDED
@247baekhyun
* he’s a stud. byun baekhyun is south korea’s/ her shiny studded star, glimmering with something intangible but tugs at her chest for him, for her arms thrown over him, allowing a nostalgia to overcome and relentlessly beat her. (seulgi hates nostalgia, the ‘remember when’s’ and all that shit only makes her gut twitch and a frown on her face).
how he does it is beyond her, all she know that she likes it and she knows that he likes her. just like it was before. except now, baekhyun smells like big league cash and wide screen phenomena and seulgi is prancing round seoul with her pretty face and a body slaving (unfortunately, still) as an upper middle-class anomaly.
so when byun baekhyun, the one that swoons the nation with his trending charm, why would she reject?
the fucking stud is filming a hotshot movie (gosh, the idea of it makes her panties damp with envy) and somehow he’s entranced her into popping into his hotshot studio for a coffee .(although, it’s as simple as one plus one for seulgi and big bucks baekhyun makes two. not a lot of charming for baekhyun to do...)
coffee burning hot in her two hands, she dances through the outlying cables and flashes camera’s a fleeting look (y’know, the ones in editorials that get you in a hypnosis of a new world?) and towards her superstar.
when her dreamy eyes find his, flashes of being nineteen flicker in her head all too quickly.
and it’s all too cliche. but she’s a sucker for it, aren’t all girls?
inhaling a sharp breath, her chest only constricting a tiny bit tighter.
“oh isn’t it byun baekhyun? is that the man of my dreams over there?” (read: ‘man of my dreams’ just a teasing term)-- of course seulgi’s pretty lips can only spew sweet, flirty advances and eyes that glimmer in wispy hope.
after a while now you’d think miss. south korea’s gold digger should know better. oh well, she won’t dwell on it for too long, it hurts our favourite whimsical beauty, kang seulgi.