Hopelessly - Gikwang
(Admin: babyboiii, this wasn't good sorry it was like 2 am)
You are just a stylist, Gikwang was nice to you because it’s work. That’s what you keep telling yourself, but despite that, your heart still flutters when he smiles at you or thanks you for doing his hair and makeup. You wish you could just make it stop, you wish you could turn your emotions off because you know you’re just a stylist nothing more.
“Y’N, you’re still here,” Gikwang says with a smile walking into the room where you had been silently lost in thought for what felt like days, you break from your thought turning towards him, nodding softly, “you should get going, but it’s not safe for a woman to walk alone late at night,” he mumbles.
“I’ll be fine,” you mumble, putting away the last few brushes that were left on your counter and moving the hairspray back to its correct place.
“I’ll walk you, it’s not far from here,” Gikwang hurries out catching up to you, you shake your head.
“It’s fine really, Gikwang,” you mumble, he continues to walk beside you, your heart is racing in your chest.
“If something happened to you because I let you walk alone at night I wouldn’t forgive myself,” Gikwang whines.
“You’re an idol, it could cause a misunderstanding,” you mumble, trying to keep your feelings from talking and stay logical.
“I can always just tell them you’re my stylist it’s not a lie,” he mumbles, you let out a sigh it felt hopeless to try and reason with him.
“Fine,” you mumble stuffing your hands into your pockets, Gikwang smiles walking beside you.
The walk was mostly silent between the two of you, but your mind was racing with fears of being seen and fears of being with him alone. You bite the inside of your cheek softly, hoping your mind wouldn’t get too ahead of itself.
“We’re here,” you mumble, looking at the house behind the gate, Gikwang does the same.
“You have a really nice house,” Gikwang blurts out, “who all are you a stylist for,” you let out a laugh covering your mouth.
“I own a makeup line,” you explain opening the gate, “I’ll see you tomorrow Gikwang, thank you,” you bow slightly heading to your door.
“I knew she was too pretty to just be a stylist, but who knew she owns a makeup line, do you think she models for it too,” Gikwang rushes out sitting cross-legged across from Yoseob, who was mostly ignoring him.
“She doesn’t model for the brand, but she does own a store,” Junhyung jumps into the conversation, “she has had mamamoo model for her brand before,” Junhyung mumbles mindlessly.
“She’s so cool,” Gikwang mumbles scrolling through articles about you, “I thought she was just a stylist,” he mutters.
“She’s your stylist,” Yoseob mumbles not really knowing what Gikwang was talking about, “she only wants to be a stylist to us,” Yoseob mumbles still more focused on his computer than he is Gikwang, “Junhyung just dug through her Instagram for three days.”
“She’s talented,” Gikwang mumbles mindlessly, “I caught her singing one of our songs while she was cleaning the other day,” he says with a laugh, smiling fondly at the memory.
“Just say you like her already,” Junhyung complains, “that’s the only thing you’ve not said,” he tries to sound annoyed.
“I do like her, but I’m just her client, right?” He sighs, “I can’t be anything more to keep both of us safe.”
“Just date her if you want to,” Yoseob whines, “why do both of you sound so similar?”
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