First
Title: First
Author: clio323
Pairing: Jong Hyun & Yura (We Got Married)
Completed: Yes
Rating: G
Summary: A collection of firsts (and sometimes seconds)
First
When she arrives home from their first shooting, her wedding band glimmering in the night, her group members immediately pounce, shrieks and squeals and laughter of both envy and happiness echo off the dorm walls. Yura tries to down play all of it, reminds everyone that it is just a TV show, but when she admits that they exchanged phone numbers she can’t seem to put a damper on her smile and she knows she's not fooling anyone.
They poke at her sides, tease her that she’s got such a handsome husband--a model even--and tell her that she can’t lose to him in terms of fashion. They gush about his model and actor friends, Soo Hyuk and Woo Bin specifically, and imagine girlish scenarios of all of them meeting together for dinner or a party or camping or something. The dorm explodes into chaos.
Later, she will sneak out into the living room alone, laptop in hand, and she’ll spend the rest of the right watching videos of him--laughing at him as a vampire, raising an eyebrow to his kiss scenes, pouting over his friendship with Nana, and quietly adoring his awkwardness as an MC. The hours roll by but the mantra in her head is always this is the last one, I promise.
The next day, when their makeup artist will comment that she’s never seen Yura with such dark circles under her eyes, Yura will just shrug and bring her mug to her lips, hiding her smile.
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When he arrives home from their first shooting, there is no one to greet him, which he prefers, and he collapses onto his bed, mentally and emotionally exhausted. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he sees he has several messages from friends and acquaintances--some eager to know who his new wife is, while others, having found out through the grapevine, send him nothing but winking smiley faces and a slew of big glittery hearts in congratulations.
Instead of answer their baiting messages, he flops onto his stomach and searches for Yura, Girl's Day and sees her dancing so provocatively in her short shorts and barely there dresses, sees her tease with glimpses of her pale thighs and the swaying of her hips. He knows it's all a show--a well orchestrated one--but when he sees her stare straight into the camera with, he swears, bedroom eyes he stops watching immediately and heads to the gym, needing to exert some energy.
Later, surrounded by his hyungs who call him out with dopey grins because he's forgotten to take off his wedding band, each of them passing him beers and slapping him on the back while telling him what a lucky guy he is because of course they all know of her charms, he will find that no matter how many times he reaches the bottom of his glass, nothing can quite chase away the memory of her gyrating hips or the innocent way she looked at him when they held hands down the aisle.
The next day, he is late to filming and spends most of it nursing his hangover. He still forgets to take off his ring.
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The first time she’s upset she feels helpless. He’s always so polite to her, doting, yes, but removed. She’s seen the way he is around his friends, around those leggy models who call him oppa! that he swears are just friends, around his stylist, around those noonas who look at him with more than just platonic interest in their eyes, and she feels hurt and inadequate and all of it is absurd. She wants him to be as relaxed in her presence as he is in theirs, wants him to laugh openly and often--to the point where tears sting his eyes--with her. She wants him to call her first with good news or bad news or no news at all. Most of all, she wants him to look at her as a person he can trust instead of someone he dotes on because he has to.
She loses sleep at night because she knows she doesn’t have a right to these things, can’t demand them of him, but can’t help wanting them all the same.
The show, she realizes, is the most absurd, unfair thing in the world.
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The first time they meet up without the cameras, it is his idea. She feels her blood surging in her veins, the blood of rebellion, of secrecy, of youth (and maybe something else) as they meet up at a cafe in his neighborhood, caps worn low over their faces.
But he’s not alone.
He looks up at her with unsure eyes because in his arms is the tiniest bundle of brown fur. It’s his dog and best friend, Herong. He can see on her face the surprise that quickly melts into adoration.
They take to each other immediately and as they walk the streets of Seoul together, their little party of three, he thinks this could really be something.
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The first time they kiss it is caught on camera, the both of them pressured into it by the PDs, the camera crew, and even their fans who have been demanding it and anticipating it for weeks. They both wish that they could have talked about it beforehand, had some forewarning, but it's too little too late as he swoops down and plants one on her.
Later, he will apologize for his clumsiness and awkwardness, not able to meet her eye. The second time they kiss it isn’t caught on camera as she steps up and shuts him up, her hot mouth pressed against his.
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The first time they see each other when it's all over, when they’re no longer husband and wife--or whatever--she will smile up at him and he’ll grin at her from across the busy cafe, and he’ll have Herong there to greet her, and they’ll walk along the Han River at night with their caps pulled low, their little company of three, and there won’t be a camera in sight.