From Here To There (Seunghyun/Bom)
From Here to There
Seunghyun/Bom
Rated R.
A one night stand. And a grand denial.
from here to there
Don't even try and find a line this time, it's fine
Darling, you're still divine.
OK Go; You’re So Damn Hot
Here’s how it happens:
The sheets are not hers. Bom knows because her sheets smell scruffy and familiar (Chaerin says it smells gross, but what does she know), but these sheets reek of something else altogether - a hint of old sweat and vague sort of cologne that she associates with the male figures in her life. Dongwook or Jiyong or… or…
This is when Bom snaps out of her half-awake state and sits up abruptly. On a bed with sheets that are not hers. With someone whose cologne she associates with the male figures in her life, like Dongwook and Jiyong and -
The figure beside her stirs. Bom watches in a sort of abject horror as the covers slip off his face. The sun hits his pale skin, and he grunts under his breath. “Oh my god,” Bom breathes, and it takes about two seconds before his eyes crack open to meet hers -
Jiyong refuses to deal with drama when he’s recording. Refuses. Bom feels betrayed for the brief moment Seunghyun isn’t in the room. Jiyong has had his fair share of alcohol-induced affairs, but at least he’s smart about it. He doesn’t sleep with his colleagues.
“Did you guys at least use a condom?” he asks pointedly. Bom wants to die. And yearns to talk to Youngbae. …Who would probably ask her the same thing. At least he’d be tactful about it.
“Did you?” Jiyong presses. Bom sees the manic stress in his eyes, probably caused by a massive hangover and the album Big Bang is taking eons to finish. Jiyong raises an insistent eyebrow. Bom stares back at him.
“Of course we used - “ she begins, but then Seunghyun walks into the recording studio looking like something the cat dragged in. Bom shuts up. Seunghyun gives her a blank look. Bom wants to tell them this three-way collaboration is over or something equally dramatic. Jiyong says, with flourish, “put your feelings into your song, Bommie-noona.”
Bom says, to no effect, "this collaboration is over."
Seunghyun scratches his head. The hangover is obviously impairing his good judgment, because then he says, “Noona, you left this at my place - “
It could be worse. It could be the bra fraying at the ends with the broken clasp. At least this one is the nice, girly one with the pretty purple lace at the edges -
Bom snatches it from Seunghyun’s grip. Her face is burning as she stuffs her underwear into her tote. Jiyong swivels about in his chair. Bom wonders why the hell he’s taking this so well. His best friends had a one night stand and all he can think about is the music? What is his problem?
“Channel your feelings,” Jiyong says passionately, as though Seunghyun didn’t just hand Bom her bra right in front of his eyes. “This is a good day, noona. I can feel it.”
Jiyong sucks. Seriously. He does.
This is how it happened:
Dongwook and Hanbyul had a wedding reception the evening before, with a lavish outdoor ceremony overlooking Seoul. Bom usually likes these sort of things, with all the flowers and white dresses and sparkly bits in the air. She even sang them a song, Youngbae’s vocals in tune with hers. She was having a great time, too, being twirled around on the dance floor by Psy and doing the boogie with Minji. Hell, she even caught the bouquet. It was supposed to end on a high note, until of course Jiyong had to bring out the vodka and then everything just went to hell.
Papa YG usually doesn’t care about alcohol consumption unless it interrupts their work ethics. Jiyong must be one of those weirdos who do even better creative work when he’s completely out of it. It’s not even unusual for Jiyong and Seunghyun to have their arms scribbled full of lyrics at the end of a very drunken night. Well, Bom didn’t think one or two shots were going to kill her if Jiyong and Seunghyun could take like, ten shots or something without falling over.
Of course she’s wrong. In her alcohol-addled brain (or what’s left of it), Bom actually found Seunghyun hot. What the hell. If there was anyone in YG Family Bom could find somewhat attractive, she’s always thought it’d be Youngbae or Jiyong. But no, it had to be Seunghyun in his stupid cyan suit and puffed up hair standing on the balcony talking to her about UFOs and interplanetary life-forms -
“Oh my god, is that Orion’s belt?” Bom had squeaked, pointing to the night sky.
“Oh my god, you’re right!” Seunghyun had squeaked back, and then they’re laughing their heads off over nothing at all. Chaerin had to come over to make sure they were okay (“do we look out of it to you?” Bom had all but hollered) and then Seunghyun had taken her hand and said something about, oh, I know somewhere higher and we can see Orion’s Belt a little clearer or whatever it was -
“So… did you use a condom?”
Bom doesn’t know whether to hug or kill Youngbae. To his credit, she’s never seen him look so embarrassed about anything. Except maybe his not-so-little crush on Yuri-ssi. But Bom only straightens her back and gives him a long-suffering sigh. “Yes, we used a condom,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “Okamoto, Extra Pleasure - “
Youngbae squirms in his seat. Hah.
“How was recording, then?” Youngbae asks, trying to contain his blush. Bom huffs under her breath and thinks about it.
“Jiyong was a tyrant,” she says, shuddering a little. “He made me sing my parts sixty times. I’m not exaggerating.”
“Of course you’re not.”
“And Seunghyun was still drunk.” Bom isn’t even sure what she thinks about this. Seunghyun had acted like nothing had ever transpired between them, even sort of smiling at her after her fortieth exit from the recording booth. Aren’t friends supposed to be awkward after a one night stand? Bom throws up her hands. “I don’t get it,” she says. “What do we do now? Pretend it’s never happened?”
“Well,” Youngbae says, with the straightest face Bom’s ever seen, “do whatever makes you comfortable, noona. But I think you probably need to talk to him.”
“My conversations with him never end well - “
“I can see that,” Youngbae says gravely, and Bom dies a little inside - “but, well, if you don’t talk to him, you won’t know whether you guys are still friends or not or maybe… a little more than that.”
And where it happened:
Bom’s probably kissed one or two people in her lifetime, one of them a classmate she met while attending school at Berklee and the other a songwriter at some awards show after-party. At that point, when Seunghyun was sucking down her neck with Orion’s Belt shining down on them like a blessing, Bom had, in the haze of her brain, weighed the pros and cons of this situation. The dating contract that was placed onto her prior to joining 2NE1 was one thing, obviously - but it’s not like she was dating Seunghyun or anything. He was like a brother to her… his lips were on her mouth at this point and oh god he felt nothing like a brother. As she melted into the space between Seunghyun and the steel bar preventing her free fall into the nightscape of Seoul, she didn’t remember a single thing in her contract that specifically said she couldn’t engage in intimate acts with her colleagues.
Probably because Yang Goon thought they gave each other the cooties or something.
“Is this good,” Seunghyun mumbled into the kiss. He’s hot when he’s not trying to be tee-oh-peh or something ridiculous like that.
“It’s great,” Bom had whispered back. “Except you’re stepping on my foot.”
“Oh - sorry - “
They stumbled down a stairwell or two, his ring getting caught in her hair and it hurt when he tried to untangle it, but everything just seemed so incredibly funny at the time and Bom was laughing her head off when Seunghyun tripped over the carpets before they fell into the lift and then he’s kissing her all over and he’s stepping on her foot again -
God, he was so uncool.
And Bom had never felt more turned on in her life.
Chaerin is a little sympathetic. Just a little. “Well, do you regret it?” she asks. “Though if you ask me, it’s just weird.”
Of course it’s weird. Bom’s never thought of any of them in this light. People like to ask 2NE1 about their relationship with Big Bang, but it’s not like there’s much to go on. Bom doesn’t even talk to Seunghyun much outside of work. She says as much to Chaerin, who only snorts into her hand.
“TOP-oppa likes you,” she says matter-of-factly.
“We have nothing in common,” Bom declares. And this is true. The most they have in common are bananas. He makes an effort to tease her by buying bunches whenever they meet and not letting her have them because he knows she likes bananas. His bananas. …Now it just sounds wrong.
“Exactly,” Chaerin says intelligently. “You two have nothing in common, and yet he makes all that effort to talk to you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Bom says, but an inkling of despair is trickling into her resolute mind. “It was a one night stand.”
“No, it was a three year stand,” Chaerin corrects, and her look is almost pitying now. “…Unni. Don’t you watch 2NE1TV?”
And here is how it will happen:
Seunghyun will wake up with Bom screaming something about a mistake and oh my god, I can’t find my bra and he doesn’t say anything at all because he’s just watching her scramble for a dear life around his room with his sheets over her body. “Noona,” he will say, “we need to - “
“We’re late for recording! Jiyong is going to kill me - “
“Noona,” he will continue, sitting up on his bed, “come back here, we need to talk - “
“There is nothing to talk about - Seunghyun-ah.” And Bom will look at him with something like confusion in her eyes and Seunghyun can’t help but think, this is better, this is better than her not seeing me at all. “I need to get out of here.”
She leaves. Seunghyun will find her purple-laced bra on the floor a few minutes later. And see the lyrics he penned about Orion’s Belt and her dorky smile after she’d fallen asleep the night before, along the length of his arm.
“You stink,” Bom says, when Seunghyun finally gets her in the corner of the rooftop garden. “No, seriously, Seunghyunnie, don’t come near me.”
“I have lyrics on my arm,” Seunghyun says, slightly offended. “If I take a shower, I’ll wash it all off. I didn’t have time to write them down - “
“You still stink,” Bom half-shrieks. “Don’t come near me, I swear - “
“The lyrics are important, noona! It could be a hit song - “
“You’re still coming closer to me - “
“Noona,” Seunghyun breathes, and Bom looks up at Seunghyun and he’s such a mess with those dark eye rings and hair poking all over the place like this, his cameo jacket clashing painfully with his graphic tee. It bewilders Bom how she found him hot last night and how she finds him hot now, even. “It must be your cologne,” she says aloud, in a sort of a daze. “I can’t think of anything else.”
“Anything else?” Seunghyun is coming closer still, and Bom feels the edge of the cement digging into her back. “What do you mean?”
“I mean.” Bom frowns a little, biting down on her lower lip as she thinks. “Jiyong didn’t even bat an eye when you handed me my… my…”
Seunghyun only watches her with owlish eyes, wide and unblinking. Bom studies the cameo print, biting down on her nails - “Youngbae… asked me to talk to you. Something about us being friends or not or…”
“Or?”
“CL-roo thinks we had a three year stand,” she finishes dully. “I don’t even know what that means. Does any of this make sense to you, Seunghyun-ah? Is it the hangover? Because I’m going crazy trying to figure all of this out and you don’t even seem to care - “
“About what?” Seunghyun says.
“About…” Bom stares at him, somewhat transfixed. How funny that she wants to comb his hair out and maybe kiss his face off at the same time. “You’re so…”
“So…?” Seunghyun is smiling now. God, he is infuriating. Bom grits her teeth, and her heart’s speeding up again. What, does she have no taste now or something? How did it come down to this? She feels the word at the tip of her tongue, tries to bite it back but Seunghyun is too close, now.
“Noo-na,” he says in a little sing-song. His voice is low and it sends a shiver down her back.
“….hot,” Bom finishes, and the admittance feels like both a slap and a revelation. She should feel mortified. She is mortified. But the sight of Seunghyun is just too distracting and Bom can’t really think at all, to be honest. Bom thought it was the alcohol. But god, it really isn’t. It’s Seunghyun and his heinous cologne and pretentious hairdo. She’s doomed. But she stares on anyway.
“Okay,” Seunghyun says. He pulls up his sleeve and there it is, lyrics penned onto his arm in little unintelligible scribbles. Bom cocks her head and squints. Something about stars in the sky and her pretty little figure and how he wants the night to last forever and ever, baby gurl, oh yeah uh yeah -
“Are you going to rap this?” she asks in a high voice, trying not to blush because this is more embarrassing than the talk about condoms. Honestly.
“No, I’m thinking of making this a collaboration,” Seunghyun says earnestly, and Bom blinks when he shifts in just a little bit closer, his cologne filling her senses and making her just that little bit weaker - “only without Jiyong, this time.”
“Great,” she says, as he starts to kiss the corner of her mouth - “because Jiyong sucks.”
And so it goes like this:
“My foot - “
“Sorry - “
They fail to get to the nearest empty studio room without ramming into Seungri (“only took you three years, hyung”), pushing past Jiyong (“I expect a song out of this”) and mauling Dara (“oh my god, details!”). They manage to act like civil human beings without a mutual attraction when Yang Goon passes them with a little nod, but the moment they hit the door of the room they’re all over the floor, Seunghyun’s mouth over hers as she desperately yanks the cameo jacket off of him and nearly taking his eye out in the process. His ring gets caught in her hair again but the pain is worth it because oh god Seunghyun, Orion’s Belt and UFOs, he feels so good and it’s all she can do to hold on -
“Our conversations,” she gasps, “never end well.”
“Because we’re aliens,” Seunghyun says breathlessly, with a wiggle of his eyebrow as he teases her ear with a bite. “And this is the only language we know.”
What - this guy is a sham. Bom is torn between laughing her head off or just kissing him silly. Seunghyun grins like the nerd that he is, and Bom thinks she might die because she likes him so much.
“No wonder you took three years,” she mumbles, snorting into his shoulder.
And lets Seunghyun end this conversation for good.
Seunghyun/Bom
Rated R.
A one night stand. And a grand denial.
from here to there
Don't even try and find a line this time, it's fine
Darling, you're still divine.
OK Go; You’re So Damn Hot
Here’s how it happens:
The sheets are not hers. Bom knows because her sheets smell scruffy and familiar (Chaerin says it smells gross, but what does she know), but these sheets reek of something else altogether - a hint of old sweat and vague sort of cologne that she associates with the male figures in her life. Dongwook or Jiyong or… or…
This is when Bom snaps out of her half-awake state and sits up abruptly. On a bed with sheets that are not hers. With someone whose cologne she associates with the male figures in her life, like Dongwook and Jiyong and -
The figure beside her stirs. Bom watches in a sort of abject horror as the covers slip off his face. The sun hits his pale skin, and he grunts under his breath. “Oh my god,” Bom breathes, and it takes about two seconds before his eyes crack open to meet hers -
Jiyong refuses to deal with drama when he’s recording. Refuses. Bom feels betrayed for the brief moment Seunghyun isn’t in the room. Jiyong has had his fair share of alcohol-induced affairs, but at least he’s smart about it. He doesn’t sleep with his colleagues.
“Did you guys at least use a condom?” he asks pointedly. Bom wants to die. And yearns to talk to Youngbae. …Who would probably ask her the same thing. At least he’d be tactful about it.
“Did you?” Jiyong presses. Bom sees the manic stress in his eyes, probably caused by a massive hangover and the album Big Bang is taking eons to finish. Jiyong raises an insistent eyebrow. Bom stares back at him.
“Of course we used - “ she begins, but then Seunghyun walks into the recording studio looking like something the cat dragged in. Bom shuts up. Seunghyun gives her a blank look. Bom wants to tell them this three-way collaboration is over or something equally dramatic. Jiyong says, with flourish, “put your feelings into your song, Bommie-noona.”
Bom says, to no effect, "this collaboration is over."
Seunghyun scratches his head. The hangover is obviously impairing his good judgment, because then he says, “Noona, you left this at my place - “
It could be worse. It could be the bra fraying at the ends with the broken clasp. At least this one is the nice, girly one with the pretty purple lace at the edges -
Bom snatches it from Seunghyun’s grip. Her face is burning as she stuffs her underwear into her tote. Jiyong swivels about in his chair. Bom wonders why the hell he’s taking this so well. His best friends had a one night stand and all he can think about is the music? What is his problem?
“Channel your feelings,” Jiyong says passionately, as though Seunghyun didn’t just hand Bom her bra right in front of his eyes. “This is a good day, noona. I can feel it.”
Jiyong sucks. Seriously. He does.
This is how it happened:
Dongwook and Hanbyul had a wedding reception the evening before, with a lavish outdoor ceremony overlooking Seoul. Bom usually likes these sort of things, with all the flowers and white dresses and sparkly bits in the air. She even sang them a song, Youngbae’s vocals in tune with hers. She was having a great time, too, being twirled around on the dance floor by Psy and doing the boogie with Minji. Hell, she even caught the bouquet. It was supposed to end on a high note, until of course Jiyong had to bring out the vodka and then everything just went to hell.
Papa YG usually doesn’t care about alcohol consumption unless it interrupts their work ethics. Jiyong must be one of those weirdos who do even better creative work when he’s completely out of it. It’s not even unusual for Jiyong and Seunghyun to have their arms scribbled full of lyrics at the end of a very drunken night. Well, Bom didn’t think one or two shots were going to kill her if Jiyong and Seunghyun could take like, ten shots or something without falling over.
Of course she’s wrong. In her alcohol-addled brain (or what’s left of it), Bom actually found Seunghyun hot. What the hell. If there was anyone in YG Family Bom could find somewhat attractive, she’s always thought it’d be Youngbae or Jiyong. But no, it had to be Seunghyun in his stupid cyan suit and puffed up hair standing on the balcony talking to her about UFOs and interplanetary life-forms -
“Oh my god, is that Orion’s belt?” Bom had squeaked, pointing to the night sky.
“Oh my god, you’re right!” Seunghyun had squeaked back, and then they’re laughing their heads off over nothing at all. Chaerin had to come over to make sure they were okay (“do we look out of it to you?” Bom had all but hollered) and then Seunghyun had taken her hand and said something about, oh, I know somewhere higher and we can see Orion’s Belt a little clearer or whatever it was -
“So… did you use a condom?”
Bom doesn’t know whether to hug or kill Youngbae. To his credit, she’s never seen him look so embarrassed about anything. Except maybe his not-so-little crush on Yuri-ssi. But Bom only straightens her back and gives him a long-suffering sigh. “Yes, we used a condom,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “Okamoto, Extra Pleasure - “
Youngbae squirms in his seat. Hah.
“How was recording, then?” Youngbae asks, trying to contain his blush. Bom huffs under her breath and thinks about it.
“Jiyong was a tyrant,” she says, shuddering a little. “He made me sing my parts sixty times. I’m not exaggerating.”
“Of course you’re not.”
“And Seunghyun was still drunk.” Bom isn’t even sure what she thinks about this. Seunghyun had acted like nothing had ever transpired between them, even sort of smiling at her after her fortieth exit from the recording booth. Aren’t friends supposed to be awkward after a one night stand? Bom throws up her hands. “I don’t get it,” she says. “What do we do now? Pretend it’s never happened?”
“Well,” Youngbae says, with the straightest face Bom’s ever seen, “do whatever makes you comfortable, noona. But I think you probably need to talk to him.”
“My conversations with him never end well - “
“I can see that,” Youngbae says gravely, and Bom dies a little inside - “but, well, if you don’t talk to him, you won’t know whether you guys are still friends or not or maybe… a little more than that.”
And where it happened:
Bom’s probably kissed one or two people in her lifetime, one of them a classmate she met while attending school at Berklee and the other a songwriter at some awards show after-party. At that point, when Seunghyun was sucking down her neck with Orion’s Belt shining down on them like a blessing, Bom had, in the haze of her brain, weighed the pros and cons of this situation. The dating contract that was placed onto her prior to joining 2NE1 was one thing, obviously - but it’s not like she was dating Seunghyun or anything. He was like a brother to her… his lips were on her mouth at this point and oh god he felt nothing like a brother. As she melted into the space between Seunghyun and the steel bar preventing her free fall into the nightscape of Seoul, she didn’t remember a single thing in her contract that specifically said she couldn’t engage in intimate acts with her colleagues.
Probably because Yang Goon thought they gave each other the cooties or something.
“Is this good,” Seunghyun mumbled into the kiss. He’s hot when he’s not trying to be tee-oh-peh or something ridiculous like that.
“It’s great,” Bom had whispered back. “Except you’re stepping on my foot.”
“Oh - sorry - “
They stumbled down a stairwell or two, his ring getting caught in her hair and it hurt when he tried to untangle it, but everything just seemed so incredibly funny at the time and Bom was laughing her head off when Seunghyun tripped over the carpets before they fell into the lift and then he’s kissing her all over and he’s stepping on her foot again -
God, he was so uncool.
And Bom had never felt more turned on in her life.
Chaerin is a little sympathetic. Just a little. “Well, do you regret it?” she asks. “Though if you ask me, it’s just weird.”
Of course it’s weird. Bom’s never thought of any of them in this light. People like to ask 2NE1 about their relationship with Big Bang, but it’s not like there’s much to go on. Bom doesn’t even talk to Seunghyun much outside of work. She says as much to Chaerin, who only snorts into her hand.
“TOP-oppa likes you,” she says matter-of-factly.
“We have nothing in common,” Bom declares. And this is true. The most they have in common are bananas. He makes an effort to tease her by buying bunches whenever they meet and not letting her have them because he knows she likes bananas. His bananas. …Now it just sounds wrong.
“Exactly,” Chaerin says intelligently. “You two have nothing in common, and yet he makes all that effort to talk to you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Bom says, but an inkling of despair is trickling into her resolute mind. “It was a one night stand.”
“No, it was a three year stand,” Chaerin corrects, and her look is almost pitying now. “…Unni. Don’t you watch 2NE1TV?”
And here is how it will happen:
Seunghyun will wake up with Bom screaming something about a mistake and oh my god, I can’t find my bra and he doesn’t say anything at all because he’s just watching her scramble for a dear life around his room with his sheets over her body. “Noona,” he will say, “we need to - “
“We’re late for recording! Jiyong is going to kill me - “
“Noona,” he will continue, sitting up on his bed, “come back here, we need to talk - “
“There is nothing to talk about - Seunghyun-ah.” And Bom will look at him with something like confusion in her eyes and Seunghyun can’t help but think, this is better, this is better than her not seeing me at all. “I need to get out of here.”
She leaves. Seunghyun will find her purple-laced bra on the floor a few minutes later. And see the lyrics he penned about Orion’s Belt and her dorky smile after she’d fallen asleep the night before, along the length of his arm.
“You stink,” Bom says, when Seunghyun finally gets her in the corner of the rooftop garden. “No, seriously, Seunghyunnie, don’t come near me.”
“I have lyrics on my arm,” Seunghyun says, slightly offended. “If I take a shower, I’ll wash it all off. I didn’t have time to write them down - “
“You still stink,” Bom half-shrieks. “Don’t come near me, I swear - “
“The lyrics are important, noona! It could be a hit song - “
“You’re still coming closer to me - “
“Noona,” Seunghyun breathes, and Bom looks up at Seunghyun and he’s such a mess with those dark eye rings and hair poking all over the place like this, his cameo jacket clashing painfully with his graphic tee. It bewilders Bom how she found him hot last night and how she finds him hot now, even. “It must be your cologne,” she says aloud, in a sort of a daze. “I can’t think of anything else.”
“Anything else?” Seunghyun is coming closer still, and Bom feels the edge of the cement digging into her back. “What do you mean?”
“I mean.” Bom frowns a little, biting down on her lower lip as she thinks. “Jiyong didn’t even bat an eye when you handed me my… my…”
Seunghyun only watches her with owlish eyes, wide and unblinking. Bom studies the cameo print, biting down on her nails - “Youngbae… asked me to talk to you. Something about us being friends or not or…”
“Or?”
“CL-roo thinks we had a three year stand,” she finishes dully. “I don’t even know what that means. Does any of this make sense to you, Seunghyun-ah? Is it the hangover? Because I’m going crazy trying to figure all of this out and you don’t even seem to care - “
“About what?” Seunghyun says.
“About…” Bom stares at him, somewhat transfixed. How funny that she wants to comb his hair out and maybe kiss his face off at the same time. “You’re so…”
“So…?” Seunghyun is smiling now. God, he is infuriating. Bom grits her teeth, and her heart’s speeding up again. What, does she have no taste now or something? How did it come down to this? She feels the word at the tip of her tongue, tries to bite it back but Seunghyun is too close, now.
“Noo-na,” he says in a little sing-song. His voice is low and it sends a shiver down her back.
“….hot,” Bom finishes, and the admittance feels like both a slap and a revelation. She should feel mortified. She is mortified. But the sight of Seunghyun is just too distracting and Bom can’t really think at all, to be honest. Bom thought it was the alcohol. But god, it really isn’t. It’s Seunghyun and his heinous cologne and pretentious hairdo. She’s doomed. But she stares on anyway.
“Okay,” Seunghyun says. He pulls up his sleeve and there it is, lyrics penned onto his arm in little unintelligible scribbles. Bom cocks her head and squints. Something about stars in the sky and her pretty little figure and how he wants the night to last forever and ever, baby gurl, oh yeah uh yeah -
“Are you going to rap this?” she asks in a high voice, trying not to blush because this is more embarrassing than the talk about condoms. Honestly.
“No, I’m thinking of making this a collaboration,” Seunghyun says earnestly, and Bom blinks when he shifts in just a little bit closer, his cologne filling her senses and making her just that little bit weaker - “only without Jiyong, this time.”
“Great,” she says, as he starts to kiss the corner of her mouth - “because Jiyong sucks.”
And so it goes like this:
“My foot - “
“Sorry - “
They fail to get to the nearest empty studio room without ramming into Seungri (“only took you three years, hyung”), pushing past Jiyong (“I expect a song out of this”) and mauling Dara (“oh my god, details!”). They manage to act like civil human beings without a mutual attraction when Yang Goon passes them with a little nod, but the moment they hit the door of the room they’re all over the floor, Seunghyun’s mouth over hers as she desperately yanks the cameo jacket off of him and nearly taking his eye out in the process. His ring gets caught in her hair again but the pain is worth it because oh god Seunghyun, Orion’s Belt and UFOs, he feels so good and it’s all she can do to hold on -
“Our conversations,” she gasps, “never end well.”
“Because we’re aliens,” Seunghyun says breathlessly, with a wiggle of his eyebrow as he teases her ear with a bite. “And this is the only language we know.”
What - this guy is a sham. Bom is torn between laughing her head off or just kissing him silly. Seunghyun grins like the nerd that he is, and Bom thinks she might die because she likes him so much.
“No wonder you took three years,” she mumbles, snorting into his shoulder.
And lets Seunghyun end this conversation for good.