{fic | infinite} this heart of mine stumbles
woohyun/sungyeol. pg-13. ~2600 wc.
-"your place in my heart is the whole of my heart / so, there is in my heart no room for anything but you" - arabic poem.
hongdae, at night *
What Hongdae was most famous for, Sungyeol heard, was the music. Hongdae leaked talent at the very grid lines sectioning the area off from the rest of South Korea, and many acts started at the core-the heart.
What Hongdae should have been famous for, Sungyeol decided halfway to orgasm, was the talent, yes, but namely the very talented mouth of Nam Woohyun.
"So." Sungyeol coughed in the open air of the backroom. The muscles of his legs relaxed, his toes uncurled, and the distinct smell of polished instruments and sex lingered. His head had yet to come down from its high, though, which only made his brain-to-mouth filter that much worse. "Do you do this often to guests, or am I just lucky?"
"Charming, really," Woohyun said. He wiped his hands on an extra t-shirt near someone's duffel bag. "Consider it on the house. Next time you'll have to pay me back."
Sungyeol grinned and took the proffered shirt from Woohyun's hands. "So, there will be a repeat performance?"
"Yeah, sure," Woohyun said and tugged his own shirt over his head. Sungyeol liked the way his ab muscles tightened momentarily, as though they were startled by the sudden exposure. It was only early May, so the nights still felt chill against bare skin. "I don't usually give my name to one night stands. Or my number."
Sungyeol paused in zipping himself up. The stained shirt gathered on the toe of his converse all-stars. The acrylic cartoon character probably did not appreciate the sentiment.
"You haven't given me your number, though."
Woohyun flashed a quick smile his way, the dim light of the room catching the crown of his head and haloing his face. "Stick around for the show, then," he replied.
"Sunggyu and I started the band last year," Woohyun told him in between kisses and needy shifting near two in the morning. "SK@ was the only place that let us into their line-up."
Sungyeol had to stop his journey of memorizing the contours of Woohyun's cheeks and jaw to remember who Sunggyu could be. Probably the guitarist with a penchant for sticking his tongue out and licking his lips. He managed to not jump when Woohyun's hands found their way to the front of his jeans again.
Woohyun and Sunggyu played loud rock music, wearing skinny jeans and loose t-shirts. Sungyeol felt misplaced amongst the many partygoers who were familiar with the club scene and knew the names of the bands and the words to the songs.
"This really isn't my kind of place," Sungyeol admitted then, and it was true. He was only here by chance, requested by Howon who needed him to orchestrate his "Get Myungsoo Laid" ploy. "I go to the university nearby."
"Nerd?"
Sungyeol grunted, mostly annoyed with Woohyun's teasings but also out of indignation. "No, dumbass." he scraped his teeth across Woohyun's earring, black and circular. The metal felt cool and strange against the tip of his tongue.
"Good," Woohyun said against the mole on Sungyeol's collarbone. "I've never fucked a college boy before," he said by his own admission, grinding his hips up into Sungyeol's.
Sungyeol laughed. "I've never been fucked by a rockstar, either."
Howon left three voicemails on his phone. Sungyeol couldn't make out most of what he said, all too excited exclamations, but he understood the part about Myungsoo hooking up with some pretty foreign girl. Sungyeol cut the message short and stuffed his head back under the covers. Woohyun's body warmed his side even if the toes curling sleepily on his calves sent shivers racing up his spine.
"Hey, sunshine, nice of you to grace us with your presence."
Sungyeol glanced around the backroom and made out Sunggyu's smiling face. Woohyun adjusted his microphone, but didn't look up at him. Sungyeol folded his arms across his chest, bringing the lapels of his green jacket hopefully over the bright red marks across his collarbone. Woohyun's phone number had been scribbled over his breast sometime that morning, most likely before Woohyun left him buried beneath the sheets on his bed. Even after washing he could feel it on his skin-he could feel Woohyun on his skin.
Woohyun's room had smelled nice, and his bathroom even nicer. He had dragged the loofah over the planes of his body, imagined it being Woohyun's hand guiding the soap down his stomach, and thought of Woohyun's roughened palm gripping the base of his cock and stroking. He washed his hair with Woohyun's shampoo and dried his body with Woohyun's towels, but he wore his jeans from the night before, forgoing his soiled underwear, and stretched one of Woohyun's shirts over his torso.
"Hey," he said and nodded to Sunggyu. He'd never been formally introduced, but Sunggyu seemed to know who he was. did they discuss all their hook-ups with one another? "I've got to get back to my dorm. So, I'll see you around, I guess."
Sunggyu smiled and waved. Woohyun paused in checking his equipment only long enough to catch his eye. Sungyeol felt the vague impression of having been used.
"What are you doing tonight?"
Woohyun called after his last class on Thursday. It had almost been a week since he last saw him, and the funny thing was Sungyeol couldn't get over him. Even Myungsoo had moved on from his weekend lover.
"Sleeping, studying, eating-the usual routine of a poor university student."
Woohyun laughed over the phone, a distinct and clear sound that was nowhere near as amazing as the real thing. "Get dressed. We're going out tonight."
Most college students went to Club SAAB through the week, and Sungyeol waited until Howon and Myungsoo were gone to leave his room. He wondered if Woohyun lied, but Woohyun met him outside the university's gate with a slight grin and fidgety hands. He walked by his side through the busy streets, and at one point grabbed his hand when they entered the most highly trafficked area around. Street vendors displayed their merchandise, one of the stalls selling zippo lighters for a little less than eighteen-thousand won.
"Where are we going?"
"Club NB," Woohyun replied, still attached to his hand. "I figured it was more your style."
Club NB promoted closeness if nothing else. The booming hip-hop music caught the corners of the club and drove it back through his ear canal. Woohyun jerked him to a darker area of the club, his hands grappled his hips and thumbs slid through his belt-loops, and he grinded against him to the tune. The bass sounded louder than the lyrics of the song in the corner, but Woohyun moved his mouth to them anyway so Sungyeol could understand.
"I like your pants," Woohyun said an octave louder than Sungyeol had been accustomed to.
Sungyeol pressed the pad of his thumb to the edge of Woohyun's hairline, at his ear, ducked his head and said, "I'd like in your pants."
"Well," Woohyun said, "what are you waiting for?"
The cab ride back to Woohyun's apartment stayed innocent, say; well, if sliding one's palm across someone else's inner thigh to the zip of his or her pants could be considered innocent. But Woohyun rested his head on Sungyeol's shoulder, said, "It's better than nothing. You should eat more, though," and let Sungyeol grope him through his jeans. Just so they would both be interested when they arrived, Sungyeol told himself. But he really just wanted to feel.
The best part about sex with Woohyun was the amount of attention he gave. He listened to Sungyeol when he moaned-knew the thin skin over his shoulder was an extra sensitive spot as well as the sharp point of his hip. He felt when Sungyeol winced after the first finger, and Woohyun tried to keep him from losing his erection by showing him what was about to be done with his tongue. Sungyeol hoped he gave enough back so nights like these would be less sporadic than maybe once a week.
"I went to the pharmacy before going to your university, earlier," Woohyun stated as he fumbled with a condom. "I didn't want to be unprepared in case." He ripped the packet open then, and Sungyeol helped him roll the condom over his dick.
Sungyeol covered a laugh by concentrating on the skin of Woohyun’s inner elbow. "I don’t think by this point, I would have cared."
A momentary frown graced Woohyun’s otherwise calm expression, but Sungyeol didn’t think too long about it when Woohyun finally positioned himself. It took a few tests and adjustments before they finally had it right; Sungyeol never expected either of them to be sex gods. But he had no complaints about Woohyun’s performance; he would never say this aloud, for fear of giving Woohyun a bigger head than he already had, but Woohyun probably was the best he’d ever had.
Woohyun ignored him for most of breakfast, intently focusing on the eggs he scrambled and the strips of meat sizzling nearby. Sungyeol made faces at him in hopes to distract, propped up on the counter beside the stove.
"Why are your cabinets so high? You need a step ladder just to reach them."
"Ha ha," Woohyun said. "Don’t you have class to attend, college boy?"
Sungyeol swung his legs, knocking his heels against the side of the counter with each swing, like a makeshift metronome. "No, I figured I’d stay here with you today."
"Can’t. I meet Sunggyu at three for rehearsal."
Sungyeol quieted and stopped. "Don’t you ever get tired of covering the same old songs to the same audiences?"
"Don’t you ever tire of asking stupid questions?" Woohyun snapped. His mouth set in a thin line, and he cursed as a quick pop of grease burned his hand.
Sungyeol matched his expression, fully aware of the previous week’s ignorance. He needed to know only one thing. "Are you going to ignore me for another week?"
Woohyun stilled. "What the hell are you talking about?" He wiped his hands on his apron-sbaby blue like the morning sky in the countryside. "You make it seem like we’re together or something."
"Tell me, then. What are we?"
Woohyun leveled their gazes, and Sungyeol hoped he looked as angry and intense as he felt on the inside.
"We fuck and have fun. Isn’t that enough for you?" Woohyun asked-no, pleaded him.
Sungyeol felt something climb the back of his throat. Possibly the contents of his stomach because he suddenly felt nauseous. He chose not to answer and did not bother lacing the strings of his shoes as he stormed out.
"Hey," Woohyun said on his voicemail. "I didn’t mean that-I mean. I don’t even know you, Sungyeol. I’d rather tell you this than a robot, though; I do know that. Meet me on Picasso Street."
On Picasso Street, near night, most of the vendors sold their merchandise for cheap against the neon lights of club signs. In the day it was quieter, and Ms. Kang’s stall of many wonders didn’t seem as glamorous without the synthetic lighting. He spent bus money buying a hand-stitched cellphone case because the printed cat decal reminded him of Woohyun when asleep.
"Hey." Woohyun stuffed his hands in his pockets, and Sungyeol could see his nervousness about them meeting for the first time in the daylight. "I’m glad you’re here."
"Yeah," Sungyeol said, "I’m hungry, and since you called me out you’re obligated to feed me."
"As long as you pay for your own food," Woohyun stated slowly. He stuck his hand out, and Sungyeol did not hesitate to take it in his own. "I know just the place to go."
Hoho Myoll is the café Woohyun pulled him in to. He had never noticed it before, in the many times he had wandered through the Hongdae club district, but the quaint café blended in well behind all the flashy lights the rest of the area entertained.
He ordered a cup of coffee, black because he was no longer hungry, just anxious, and Woohyun asked for the same.
"I wanted to be an idol, so I quit school," Woohyun said after the waitress left to attend other patrons. "It was okay because I never wanted to do anything but sing." he cleared his throat and stretched his legs out. His left foot caught the side of Sungyeol’s. "Anyway, we probably wouldn’t work out. Would we really be able to settle down with each other? You’d mock my height openly in front of others and me, and I’d talk about your morning breath and how you prefer to not wear anything under your jeans. You’d complain about the music Sunggyu and I play, but watch us perform anyway. And I’d take you to underground concerts just to suck you off against a wall."
Sungyeol relaxed in his seat, thanked the waitress when she set their coffee down, and maybe it was the inexperience of being a poor college student with little-to-no interest in dating, but, "That doesn’t sound too bad."
Woohyun stopped trying to will the answers to the world from his coffee mug then. He smiled, and sungyeol kind of liked the way it even made his eyes shine. "Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad."
After the last exam of the semester, Sungyeol found himself at club SK@ once more.
He located Woohyun easily enough, setting up in the backroom before his performance sometime later. It was even easier to have him up against the wall, mouth pliant beneath his.
"You owe me so many back rubs," Sungyeol said between pauses punctuated with mini-kisses. "Invest in shoe lifts."
"Shut the fuck up," Woohyun said, punched him light on his stomach, but it still hurt. Sort of. Sungyeol refused to admit it, though. "Buy some for me if it’s such a big deal, dumb ass."
Sungyeol narrowed his eyes in vague disbelief and suspicion."You just don’t want to buy your own."
"True," Woohyun admitted. "I’m broke after having to buy you lunch."
Sungyeol grinned then as he dropped to his knees. Woohyun’s eyebrows shot up, a nice image of surprise Sungyeol barely saw on his otherwise usually calm face. Sungyeol felt the zipper’s ridges until they gave way to the inseam of Woohyun’s jeans.
"I remembered I never got around to repaying you from before."
notes elyse, words cannot properly convey how i feel for you. even infinity is not long enough time for me to prove this. ♥ i wish you'd smile again-a real one, please. don't hide things from me if you're hurt or sad.
[eta] um. well. :( it’s not my best? but it’s okay! just happy to have finished it. hongdae seems like a pretty cool place, and i think one day i’ll go back and remix this fic; or, rewrite it at least because i liked the idea!
-"your place in my heart is the whole of my heart / so, there is in my heart no room for anything but you" - arabic poem.
hongdae, at night *
What Hongdae was most famous for, Sungyeol heard, was the music. Hongdae leaked talent at the very grid lines sectioning the area off from the rest of South Korea, and many acts started at the core-the heart.
What Hongdae should have been famous for, Sungyeol decided halfway to orgasm, was the talent, yes, but namely the very talented mouth of Nam Woohyun.
"So." Sungyeol coughed in the open air of the backroom. The muscles of his legs relaxed, his toes uncurled, and the distinct smell of polished instruments and sex lingered. His head had yet to come down from its high, though, which only made his brain-to-mouth filter that much worse. "Do you do this often to guests, or am I just lucky?"
"Charming, really," Woohyun said. He wiped his hands on an extra t-shirt near someone's duffel bag. "Consider it on the house. Next time you'll have to pay me back."
Sungyeol grinned and took the proffered shirt from Woohyun's hands. "So, there will be a repeat performance?"
"Yeah, sure," Woohyun said and tugged his own shirt over his head. Sungyeol liked the way his ab muscles tightened momentarily, as though they were startled by the sudden exposure. It was only early May, so the nights still felt chill against bare skin. "I don't usually give my name to one night stands. Or my number."
Sungyeol paused in zipping himself up. The stained shirt gathered on the toe of his converse all-stars. The acrylic cartoon character probably did not appreciate the sentiment.
"You haven't given me your number, though."
Woohyun flashed a quick smile his way, the dim light of the room catching the crown of his head and haloing his face. "Stick around for the show, then," he replied.
"Sunggyu and I started the band last year," Woohyun told him in between kisses and needy shifting near two in the morning. "SK@ was the only place that let us into their line-up."
Sungyeol had to stop his journey of memorizing the contours of Woohyun's cheeks and jaw to remember who Sunggyu could be. Probably the guitarist with a penchant for sticking his tongue out and licking his lips. He managed to not jump when Woohyun's hands found their way to the front of his jeans again.
Woohyun and Sunggyu played loud rock music, wearing skinny jeans and loose t-shirts. Sungyeol felt misplaced amongst the many partygoers who were familiar with the club scene and knew the names of the bands and the words to the songs.
"This really isn't my kind of place," Sungyeol admitted then, and it was true. He was only here by chance, requested by Howon who needed him to orchestrate his "Get Myungsoo Laid" ploy. "I go to the university nearby."
"Nerd?"
Sungyeol grunted, mostly annoyed with Woohyun's teasings but also out of indignation. "No, dumbass." he scraped his teeth across Woohyun's earring, black and circular. The metal felt cool and strange against the tip of his tongue.
"Good," Woohyun said against the mole on Sungyeol's collarbone. "I've never fucked a college boy before," he said by his own admission, grinding his hips up into Sungyeol's.
Sungyeol laughed. "I've never been fucked by a rockstar, either."
Howon left three voicemails on his phone. Sungyeol couldn't make out most of what he said, all too excited exclamations, but he understood the part about Myungsoo hooking up with some pretty foreign girl. Sungyeol cut the message short and stuffed his head back under the covers. Woohyun's body warmed his side even if the toes curling sleepily on his calves sent shivers racing up his spine.
"Hey, sunshine, nice of you to grace us with your presence."
Sungyeol glanced around the backroom and made out Sunggyu's smiling face. Woohyun adjusted his microphone, but didn't look up at him. Sungyeol folded his arms across his chest, bringing the lapels of his green jacket hopefully over the bright red marks across his collarbone. Woohyun's phone number had been scribbled over his breast sometime that morning, most likely before Woohyun left him buried beneath the sheets on his bed. Even after washing he could feel it on his skin-he could feel Woohyun on his skin.
Woohyun's room had smelled nice, and his bathroom even nicer. He had dragged the loofah over the planes of his body, imagined it being Woohyun's hand guiding the soap down his stomach, and thought of Woohyun's roughened palm gripping the base of his cock and stroking. He washed his hair with Woohyun's shampoo and dried his body with Woohyun's towels, but he wore his jeans from the night before, forgoing his soiled underwear, and stretched one of Woohyun's shirts over his torso.
"Hey," he said and nodded to Sunggyu. He'd never been formally introduced, but Sunggyu seemed to know who he was. did they discuss all their hook-ups with one another? "I've got to get back to my dorm. So, I'll see you around, I guess."
Sunggyu smiled and waved. Woohyun paused in checking his equipment only long enough to catch his eye. Sungyeol felt the vague impression of having been used.
"What are you doing tonight?"
Woohyun called after his last class on Thursday. It had almost been a week since he last saw him, and the funny thing was Sungyeol couldn't get over him. Even Myungsoo had moved on from his weekend lover.
"Sleeping, studying, eating-the usual routine of a poor university student."
Woohyun laughed over the phone, a distinct and clear sound that was nowhere near as amazing as the real thing. "Get dressed. We're going out tonight."
Most college students went to Club SAAB through the week, and Sungyeol waited until Howon and Myungsoo were gone to leave his room. He wondered if Woohyun lied, but Woohyun met him outside the university's gate with a slight grin and fidgety hands. He walked by his side through the busy streets, and at one point grabbed his hand when they entered the most highly trafficked area around. Street vendors displayed their merchandise, one of the stalls selling zippo lighters for a little less than eighteen-thousand won.
"Where are we going?"
"Club NB," Woohyun replied, still attached to his hand. "I figured it was more your style."
Club NB promoted closeness if nothing else. The booming hip-hop music caught the corners of the club and drove it back through his ear canal. Woohyun jerked him to a darker area of the club, his hands grappled his hips and thumbs slid through his belt-loops, and he grinded against him to the tune. The bass sounded louder than the lyrics of the song in the corner, but Woohyun moved his mouth to them anyway so Sungyeol could understand.
"I like your pants," Woohyun said an octave louder than Sungyeol had been accustomed to.
Sungyeol pressed the pad of his thumb to the edge of Woohyun's hairline, at his ear, ducked his head and said, "I'd like in your pants."
"Well," Woohyun said, "what are you waiting for?"
The cab ride back to Woohyun's apartment stayed innocent, say; well, if sliding one's palm across someone else's inner thigh to the zip of his or her pants could be considered innocent. But Woohyun rested his head on Sungyeol's shoulder, said, "It's better than nothing. You should eat more, though," and let Sungyeol grope him through his jeans. Just so they would both be interested when they arrived, Sungyeol told himself. But he really just wanted to feel.
The best part about sex with Woohyun was the amount of attention he gave. He listened to Sungyeol when he moaned-knew the thin skin over his shoulder was an extra sensitive spot as well as the sharp point of his hip. He felt when Sungyeol winced after the first finger, and Woohyun tried to keep him from losing his erection by showing him what was about to be done with his tongue. Sungyeol hoped he gave enough back so nights like these would be less sporadic than maybe once a week.
"I went to the pharmacy before going to your university, earlier," Woohyun stated as he fumbled with a condom. "I didn't want to be unprepared in case." He ripped the packet open then, and Sungyeol helped him roll the condom over his dick.
Sungyeol covered a laugh by concentrating on the skin of Woohyun’s inner elbow. "I don’t think by this point, I would have cared."
A momentary frown graced Woohyun’s otherwise calm expression, but Sungyeol didn’t think too long about it when Woohyun finally positioned himself. It took a few tests and adjustments before they finally had it right; Sungyeol never expected either of them to be sex gods. But he had no complaints about Woohyun’s performance; he would never say this aloud, for fear of giving Woohyun a bigger head than he already had, but Woohyun probably was the best he’d ever had.
Woohyun ignored him for most of breakfast, intently focusing on the eggs he scrambled and the strips of meat sizzling nearby. Sungyeol made faces at him in hopes to distract, propped up on the counter beside the stove.
"Why are your cabinets so high? You need a step ladder just to reach them."
"Ha ha," Woohyun said. "Don’t you have class to attend, college boy?"
Sungyeol swung his legs, knocking his heels against the side of the counter with each swing, like a makeshift metronome. "No, I figured I’d stay here with you today."
"Can’t. I meet Sunggyu at three for rehearsal."
Sungyeol quieted and stopped. "Don’t you ever get tired of covering the same old songs to the same audiences?"
"Don’t you ever tire of asking stupid questions?" Woohyun snapped. His mouth set in a thin line, and he cursed as a quick pop of grease burned his hand.
Sungyeol matched his expression, fully aware of the previous week’s ignorance. He needed to know only one thing. "Are you going to ignore me for another week?"
Woohyun stilled. "What the hell are you talking about?" He wiped his hands on his apron-sbaby blue like the morning sky in the countryside. "You make it seem like we’re together or something."
"Tell me, then. What are we?"
Woohyun leveled their gazes, and Sungyeol hoped he looked as angry and intense as he felt on the inside.
"We fuck and have fun. Isn’t that enough for you?" Woohyun asked-no, pleaded him.
Sungyeol felt something climb the back of his throat. Possibly the contents of his stomach because he suddenly felt nauseous. He chose not to answer and did not bother lacing the strings of his shoes as he stormed out.
"Hey," Woohyun said on his voicemail. "I didn’t mean that-I mean. I don’t even know you, Sungyeol. I’d rather tell you this than a robot, though; I do know that. Meet me on Picasso Street."
On Picasso Street, near night, most of the vendors sold their merchandise for cheap against the neon lights of club signs. In the day it was quieter, and Ms. Kang’s stall of many wonders didn’t seem as glamorous without the synthetic lighting. He spent bus money buying a hand-stitched cellphone case because the printed cat decal reminded him of Woohyun when asleep.
"Hey." Woohyun stuffed his hands in his pockets, and Sungyeol could see his nervousness about them meeting for the first time in the daylight. "I’m glad you’re here."
"Yeah," Sungyeol said, "I’m hungry, and since you called me out you’re obligated to feed me."
"As long as you pay for your own food," Woohyun stated slowly. He stuck his hand out, and Sungyeol did not hesitate to take it in his own. "I know just the place to go."
Hoho Myoll is the café Woohyun pulled him in to. He had never noticed it before, in the many times he had wandered through the Hongdae club district, but the quaint café blended in well behind all the flashy lights the rest of the area entertained.
He ordered a cup of coffee, black because he was no longer hungry, just anxious, and Woohyun asked for the same.
"I wanted to be an idol, so I quit school," Woohyun said after the waitress left to attend other patrons. "It was okay because I never wanted to do anything but sing." he cleared his throat and stretched his legs out. His left foot caught the side of Sungyeol’s. "Anyway, we probably wouldn’t work out. Would we really be able to settle down with each other? You’d mock my height openly in front of others and me, and I’d talk about your morning breath and how you prefer to not wear anything under your jeans. You’d complain about the music Sunggyu and I play, but watch us perform anyway. And I’d take you to underground concerts just to suck you off against a wall."
Sungyeol relaxed in his seat, thanked the waitress when she set their coffee down, and maybe it was the inexperience of being a poor college student with little-to-no interest in dating, but, "That doesn’t sound too bad."
Woohyun stopped trying to will the answers to the world from his coffee mug then. He smiled, and sungyeol kind of liked the way it even made his eyes shine. "Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad."
After the last exam of the semester, Sungyeol found himself at club SK@ once more.
He located Woohyun easily enough, setting up in the backroom before his performance sometime later. It was even easier to have him up against the wall, mouth pliant beneath his.
"You owe me so many back rubs," Sungyeol said between pauses punctuated with mini-kisses. "Invest in shoe lifts."
"Shut the fuck up," Woohyun said, punched him light on his stomach, but it still hurt. Sort of. Sungyeol refused to admit it, though. "Buy some for me if it’s such a big deal, dumb ass."
Sungyeol narrowed his eyes in vague disbelief and suspicion."You just don’t want to buy your own."
"True," Woohyun admitted. "I’m broke after having to buy you lunch."
Sungyeol grinned then as he dropped to his knees. Woohyun’s eyebrows shot up, a nice image of surprise Sungyeol barely saw on his otherwise usually calm face. Sungyeol felt the zipper’s ridges until they gave way to the inseam of Woohyun’s jeans.
"I remembered I never got around to repaying you from before."
notes elyse, words cannot properly convey how i feel for you. even infinity is not long enough time for me to prove this. ♥ i wish you'd smile again-a real one, please. don't hide things from me if you're hurt or sad.
[eta] um. well. :( it’s not my best? but it’s okay! just happy to have finished it. hongdae seems like a pretty cool place, and i think one day i’ll go back and remix this fic; or, rewrite it at least because i liked the idea!