You heard a rumor that Hyeju started working at her family's bakery after Loossemble disbanded, but weren't sure if you actually believed it -- until now. Walking out of the shop, still starstruck, coffee in hand, you couldn't shake the feeling of regret you know will eat at you for the rest of the day. If you don't act now, you'll never see her again. Your heart drives you right back through the door, while your brain stays out on the sidewalk. She spots you from behind the counter, a small grin pops upon her face.
"Hi, sorry I-"
She cuts you off, "You forgot your wallet, here you go!"
You sit there stunned for a moment, forgetting the reason you came in here in the first place. While you stand idly, she looks you up and down, her eyebrow slightly raises. It must have been 10 seconds of silence before you regain your voice.
"Sorry if this is weird, but I've loved you ever since debut"
"Thanks, haha"
....
"Oh. I mean your music. I love your music"
"Oh, so you don't love me?" she says with a frown, but you aren't sure if it's playful or genuine.
After another moment of silence, you blurt out "no, I do love you! Or well... how about both? Um... bye." You scurry off, head down. Fuck.
It sounded like she said "Both is good" as you turned away, but your head's spinning too fast to process. To prevent the situation from getting any more awkward (if that even was possible) you decide it's time to get out of her hair.
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12 hours later, sitting in the hotel bed, your memories from the day roll back through your head. This is usual, but there's one moment this time that keeps playing over and over. When you approached her, it was only meant to give you peace of mind, to meet her, as a fan. But you only became more enamored, thinking about how kind she was, how beautiful she looked in real life, how sincere her smile was, how you could almost see sparks in her eyes, and... blah blah blah I could go on forever. But none of this was real. You came to the conclusion that you might just be obsessed. It is after all her job to provide her best customer service. Even before that, she dealt with thousands of crazed fans every day. There's no way any of these emotions you felt towards her were reciprocated (besides, of course, the embarrassment from such an awkward encounter).
Snapping out of it, you slowly rise from the bed. You pull the sheets to the side, noting a slight dampness to them, then stand to get dressed in the dirty clothes you wore the day prior. I need something to eat, you thought, grabbing your wallet and room key as you sluggishly venture down to the lobby for your midnight snack. The hallway feels impossibly long, the elevator ride even longer. It feels like it's morning already by the time you reach the lobby. Standing in front of the vending machine for far too long, you find that you're way too tired to read the machine, or even decide what you feel like eating. As one hand pushes some random numbers on the screen, the other draws your wallet out of your pocket. You instinctively pull your card, and swipe it (albeit after a few dreary tries) as you hear some plastic bag fall down the chasm, landing with a crunch. Though, you had more trouble than you should have when you went to put back the card. There's some crinkled slick paper stuffed in there. Digging down, and pulling out the culprit, you stop just before throwing it in the trash. It's your receipt from earlier, but there's handwriting on it. It's just numbers, hardly decipherable through your sleepy haze, but you can make out one thing for certain: after all the numbers is a cute little heart. All of a sudden you're wide awake. You know exactly what this means. She feels the same way about you.
Barely containing your excitement, you forget your snack in the vending machine then skip down the halls and back up to your room. Thankfully it's 3 AM so there's no one to see how stupid you look grinning from ear to ear, almost jumping through the building.
You spend the next hour thinking about what to say when you text her. Or should you call her? Nevertheless, it wasn't long before you worried yourself to sleep and began dreaming of what came next.
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In the morning you sat at the breakfast table with Hyeju's number in your hand and her voice in your head. After too many drafts, you settled on: hey. it's me from the shop yesterday. i was thinking about you all night.
finally. it took u too long, i was starting to think you would never message me :(
sorry I just didn't want to annoy u
바보 im flirting with you, of course i want you to text me! besides, i missed talking with orbits
well i missed u too
you saw me less than a day ago..
still. you doing anything today?
just work. but i do know something that could make it better ;)
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Some time later you walk back into the bakery you left a day earlier. Your heart's beating just as fast as it was then, but the aroma of fresh bread filling the storefront and chill music calms you down. You approach the cute clerk at the front of the store, asking for Hyeju. She tells you in a high sing-songy voice "Hyeju's out back on break" as she adjusts her bangs. After walking through the store, and pushing through the back door, you see her. Sitting at a table, under the cover of an umbrella is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. She's wearing tight jeans, legs crossed, accentuating the thickness of her thighs. She has a relatively loose-fitting shirt on, but her apron is tied so tightly at her waist it looks like her breasts are trying to break through it. You sit down at the empty patio chair next to her and begin catching up after she greets you with a welcoming smile. She details her experience after leaving the idol life, and you try your best not to fangirl too much. It still seems unreal how you're getting to know this person you've watched from behind a screen for so long.
Quickly your worries subside, as she makes you feel more comfortable than you would have ever expected. There's something in the way she conversated that could make anyone feel like they've known her for years. Every word was heartfelt:
"I missed this. Talking with the fans."
"I can only speak for myself, but I missed you so much too. To be honest I still watch your fancams to this day." Out of respect you don't bother asking why she never redebuted. Alas, that was the past, and here she is now, right in front of you.
"Oh, can't take your eyes off me huh?" She smirks.
"Well... uh... no. I really can't" you confess, as it was only now that you realized she couldn't take her eyes off of you either. In fact, you notice her looking you up and down as if she's sizing you up. Suddenly, it feels like this might be something more than just making friends. She continues with her teasing jokes, but you can only focus on the fireflies in her eyes. They're shining so bright it almost has you in a trance.
Out of nowhere she reaches over and puts her left hand on your thigh. After noticing the uncontrollable smile on your face, she begins squeezing her hand, kneading your skin through your pants. As you begin getting more comfortable with each other's touch, you reach out and caress her left shoulder. Slowly your fingers move down her short sleeve, finding their way underneath the hem. As your thumb slid across the tattoo on her arm, you can't help but peer down the collar of her shirt. Barely visible is the strap of her bra, which you can only now see because it seems like she's leaning towards you, like she wants you to see.
Your pants seem to be getting tighter. After this close contact with her, you didn't even notice something growing in your lap. Looking down at your legs you realize she's been slowly sliding her grip up your thigh. Now her fingers are just inches away from your crotch. There's no way she doesn't notice your erection pulling your pants taught. But before you can address it you're interrupted. "Shibal!"
Hyeju hurriedly gets up and composes herself, as you stay seated. You're not even disappointed that the quick contact didn't go any further than it did (although you wouldn't mind if it had). Just having a good conversation and holding each other was enough, and you could tell she appreciated it as much as you did. As she rushes back to work you shout out telling her to text you later once her shift is over.
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A few painfully slow hours later you find yourself back in your hotel room when you hear a knock knock. You slowly walk through the dimly lit room, past the candles you bought at the front counter 5 minutes ago, and unlatch the door. Pulling it open, Hyeju stands in front of you in a perfectly modest outfit, though you can tell she put a lot of effort into making herself look nice for you. Her wavy brown hair falls over the shoulders of her long sleeve shirt. Her hair flows down either side of her chest, but it can't cover how round and full her breasts are. After staring in awe at her beauty for a moment she quickly pulls you in to a deep hug. They feel even bigger than they look. You make sure to savor this moment, soaking in her presence, inhaling her perfume. "You look great" as you leave her embrace with a smile.
"So you do," she flatters you, even though you both know you look the same as you did hours ago.
"Sorry I would've packed nicer clothes if I knew I was gonna meet up with my celebrity crush" you admit as you lead her to the couch.
"Oh, what is this?" She examines the wine bottle on the table, pondering "how much was this? You shouldn't have bought this expensive wine just for me."
"It's ok. I want you to have a good time."
"You know you don't have to impress me with fancy gifts. I'm already into you" she confesses, sweetly tilting her head as she looks into your eyes.
"Well I already bought it, so we might as well drink it."
You begin pouring two glasses, but almost spill the wine when you glance up. She's sat down on the couch, the meat of her thighs spreading out under her light denim jeans. So soft. I could fall asleep on those.
"What?"
I said that out loud? "Sorry I can't help but admire your perfect body."
"Well how about you come and admire it from up close." She lets out a quick laugh as you walk around the table and she welcomes you to the couch. Once there, she wastes no time, taking your hand and guiding it down her thigh. You continue squeezing as she turns on the TV and begins sipping her wine. But the movie couldn't matter less to you, you had your hands full.
The two of you spend the next hour drinking, talking, and touching. With only a few drops of wine left, Hyeju suggests something: "wanna have some fun?"
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"Wait! Don't get my makeup wet!" Hyeju shouted, far too late. As you rise up, breaking the surface of the water for the second time, you look towards Hyeju, chest deep in the pool. She sports a big, soaking frown. But just as quickly as you jumped into the pool, a devious grin replaced her frown. "I hate you..."
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