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Name Lust, Love and Lips
Pairing Taeyang/Sunmi
Genre G
He was fooling around, walking backwards out of the room as he laughingly yelled something negligible to bug Seungri. Of course he stumbled into someone, his back to their front and fell over his feet as he spun around, trying to stop his dignity from spilling all over the floor. He straightened up, cursing under his breath and found a girl staring at him. Her back was bent like she'd automatically ducked low when he did. They fixed their posture together and she turned away a little as her lips twitched.
Realising she'd probably heard him cursing, he felt his ears turn red. Doing away with subtlety he pulled the peak of his cap over his face. When he gathered his manhood and pulled it back up he saw that her mouth was open in the silent shape of a laugh and his eyes were pulled to her lips. Pink lipstick rubbed over them, those lips that grew long when she smiled. His heart gave an especially hard thud, calling his attention (yeah, I know!) and he couldn't look away. He wanted to rub the lipstick off with his thumb, slowly and wholly, and then he wanted to kiss her in much the same way. He felt like he'd been wanting it for forever already, a history forming in an instant. He wanted to take her in his arms up against a wall and bury his face in her neck. Staring a beat too long and -
"What're you doing, oppa?" Sunye and Yoobin sniggering at him from behind her. They pushed their groupmate forward, forcing him to make way so that the Wondergirls could surge into the room. Big Bang came forward calling boisterous hellos and exchanging bows and the two groups met in the middle, Taeyang and Sunmi at the forefront. Muttering something about the bathroom, Taeyang tore his eyes away from her lips and fled.
He'd heard it on the idol grapevine, that obscure source, because everybody made sure to help each other keep these things hidden from the fans.
She had a boyfriend.
That night Wonderbang went out to drink together. Management said building chemistry between groups was important. Being ordered to drink and party for the sake of their work, legitimately; being an idol wasn't just about passion, hard work and wondering whether you were supposed to fear fans or antis more.
Taeyang headed straight for a bottle, clutching it gratefully like the lifeline it could offer him if he did something stupid. Always aware of her prescence - something like the smell of cherries and grass - he was quieter than was normal for him. She had smiled at him politely, included him in conversation, no more or less friendly to him than she was to anybody else.
With an evil snicker that had never needed alchohol, Ji Yong suggested a drinking game. He promised to make sure the underage ones didn't get too far in, but everybody stared at Sohee. An angry pout twisted her lips, and Ji Yong laughed (he'd kind of adopted her) and went to put his arm around her. Sighing, before he reached her she got up and went to the karaoke machine. Grinning (a pang stabbed his heart, surprising him because he didn't expect them yet) Sunmi went with her, dragging Seungri by the arm. He would have complained about being included with the 'grownups' if it hadn't been for his partner’s effervescent charms, Taeyang couldn't help but think wryly.
"Yah Seungri". Without knowing what he was doing, Taeyang got up and went after them, taking another swig from his bottle; his voice was slurring aready.
Sohee and Sunmi huddled over the machine, looking at the song choices and occasionally giggling at nothing in that way girls had.
"You guys go first!" Sohee pushed a mic into Taeyang's hand, Sunmi handing one to Seungri. Taeyang's palm burned as Sunmi's brushed Seungri's. Roughly, he lifted the mic up and, without waiting for his groupmate, began belting out the words to an old skool H.O.T track.
"Hyung~" Seungri whined in his ear. Feeling worse by the minute, Taeyang lowered his voice and sang with emotion that he didn't feel inside carrying his voice. Sunmi's eyes sparkled as he pulled his high notes and Taeyang had no idea what he was supposed to feel, so he didn’t feel anything at all. Playing his own drinking game, every time he thought of wanting Sunmi, he took a swig. Half an hour later he was stone drunk; he vaguely remembered someone pulling his bottle out of his hand as he passed out.
Their performance was messy and imperfect and a lot of fun for everybody but Taeyang, placed behind her. He didn't really care that she was partnered with Seungri, he didn't mind taking his place in her shadow; what stung was that he was so close to her yet couldn't even see her face. Her body bouncing in front of him as she danced was so cute, he wanted to grab her arm and swing her away across the stage. He was a born dancer, he knew without thinking how to mould his body to hers, how to carry her in his arms.
He was grateful to be lodged in the background, his desires hidden from the world by a cap.
Wonderbang was a surprising success, so their management arranged for another special stage. And one more; another few performances that weren’t much at all. The focus was never too much on him, and he got used to the Wondergirls being around, being told that their groups were going to be meeting again. He concentrated on his group, his singing and his dancing, and he still thought about her but he continued to live his life. It was what you did, after all; or at least, what time did for you.
Time flowed past faster and Taeyang found that unrequited want for a girl was a kind of comfortable pain that lodged in his heart. Kind of like Kai with the mirror, except that he honestly didn’t know whether the dislodgement would leave him better off or worse. There was one potentially dangerous incident where TOP and Seungri, the two Seunghyuns, walked in on him Youtubing Sunmi (he got rid of it and the magnae seemed oblivious, although TOP’s considering look worried him), but apart from that, he was maybe not great but okay. With the end year Gayo Daejuns looming Big Bang was hard at work and Taeyang was as focused as the rest - until he found out about their special stage for the event: bringing back Wonderbang with a final bang before both groups’ major activities in Korea ceased the next year.
Anxiously awaiting the announcement of his partner, the first syllable made his heart leap - but it was okay after all. It was Sunye, and he found out quick that Sunye was a great partner; she understood movement. She worked hard and was still a lot of fun to be around. You liked Sunye, and you respected her; it was just what you did. They bowed goodbye and went their separate ways, and he vacated the room for the next group after his first practice with her with his adrenaline up and his spirits high.
Until he passed Sungmi in the narrow corridor, going to the practice room to rehearse with TOP. His heart sped up as she approached him, indulging in a game of pretend for a moment, the hopeless little fool. She smiled at him and inclined her head as she passed, and it was a formal, mostly polite gesture, but this was Sunmi and her lips and again he was falling, falling so hard that could hear the wind whistling in his ears.
Without a word for a week, every day in the corridor between practices hey passed each other with only polite nods but he realised quickly that her effect on him was untainted. The moment he saw her he was viciously assaulted by his want to hold her against those walls, and he expected time to pause for him to warm her lips with his. Afraid of himself he kept to the politeness but a few days in he caught her eyes automatically searching for him at the small bend in the corridor where spare chairs were piled up, and he couldn’t help his grin. Her return, too, was warmer that day, less formality and more familiarity, and for him the mirror shard in his heart became both warmer and sharper.
Out of nowhere a few days later, the brightest part of his day came crashing down around him; her smile was weak, her head turned away and the sheen of tears she couldn’t quite hide shocked him so that he was left frozen, staring after her. An idea flashed through his desperation and led him to hurriedly find one of the stylist coordis working with both groups for the show. Coordis were an important part of the grapevine, and she told him - after via threat of a nippletwist and a fierce glare warning him not to spread it around - that Sunmi had broken up with her boyfriend. Melodramatic, macho illusions of tearing the guy’s arms off with his teeth were quickly crushed by the knowledge that the guy had had to move away with his family, to leave a sweeping cold that signalled the knowledge that Sunmi had had her sweet little heart broken.
Whenever he wasn’t deliberately focusing on something his mind returned to her. The sadness in her was palpable to him and it made him worthless as a man in want (he couldn’t call it love).
With no idea what to do, he went to find her one evening, searching all the empty rooms until he came across her sitting on a table by herself, head bowed, sniffling not quite silently. Without hesitating he walked in and sat by her on the table.
“What should I sing for you?”
Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice. Taeyang didn’t look at her. After a pause - “Something from your album.”
He opened his mouth, willing to let whatever come out; it seemed like Prayer but somehow he ended up with Look Only At Me. It was different to the other times he’d sung it, on stage and in practice: pauses and strange emphasis, and it sounded to both their ears like he was saying something, very pointedly and emphatically.
When he finished the room fell quiet. The air between them fizzed with words uncertain as to their place but definitely saying something. After a moment Taeyang got up to leave. She stopped him quickly, called him ‘oppa’ quietly and took his breath away. A soft drop to the ground, and she walked around to face him. Meeting her eyes, he saw someone in desperate need of a hug and without thinking wrapped his arms around her. Formality would never have lasted long with them anyway, and the thing about being alone in a room with someone was that you could come out and pretend it never happened to the rest of the world, to each other, to yourselves if need be.
Almost immediately she sank into his embrace, sinking her head onto his chest. Soft tears jumped onto his shirt, almost making him jump with their delicate wet warmth. He thought again of how much he wanted her, to bury his face in her neck, but that would be beyond all boundaries, alone in a room or not. Nonetheless his heart started pounding, slow and steady and hard. Her head was on his chest; she felt his heart accelerate. Her eyes fluttered open, and she listened for a moment and this wasn’t how he’d imagined the moment time would freeze. She lifted her head up and he let go as she looked at him, and for the first time all week he didn’t see sorrow. He saw surprise and the beginnings of realisation, and blankness.
Without saying anything, his song still hanging in the air, he confirmed what she was thinking. Her eyes widened and he left the room. The next few days he avoided the corridor, choosing a different route to go by. TOP came and sat next to him soon after, and Taeyang knew what this conversation would be about.
Typically without preamble: “Why don’t you tell her you’re in love with her?”
Taeyang tried not to sigh.
“Because, hyung. I don’t know if I love her. I only want her lips and her smile and her hair and her softness and her hugs. I don’t know anything about her life; I don’t know what it’s like to have a deeper than waist-level conversation with her. So I don’t have the right to claim her emotions now, when she’s had her heart broken. I just don’t.”
TOP said nothing and Taeyang knew he understood. And somehow, now he knew what was going to happen. Because it was one of very few things that could.
WonderBang got together to practice the end of their performance together. He tried to avoid her eyes but every time he caught them he saw something considering in the way she looked at him. It confirmed to him that he didn’t know her well enough.
Soon enough, Taeyang and Sunmi ended up alone together. After all, it had to culminate somehow, somewhen, somewhere. They looked up and saw their aloneness and their togetherness, and the mood shifted so obviously it was almost physically painful.
A nervous hesitation but he walked toward her. She, too, looked uncertain but surprisingly determined, a sweet yet oddly bold twist to those lips he fixated on so embarrassingly much.
Reaching her, he couldn’t help but soften. Still, he needed more than anything to speak the truth as plain as he could make it, and he needed to be at least a little distant and a little hard to do it.
“I want you, Sunmi.” He paused because he felt like he had to after a statement like that, but she didn’t say anything so he went on.
“I don’t know if I love you, and you’re going to America soon so I don’t know what chance there is to find out, or if you want to date me at all. But I want to kiss you and I want to know you. So I’m telling you even though you already know - I want you, and if you want what I want… I want it.”
He smiled and it was somehow easy to do it even though he was a bit scared.
Until she suddenly smiled back in a mischievous way that sent his heart leaping and ducking and running around like an idiot on flail mode and maybe he had a better idea of whether he loved her or not. She moved her face up to his, a devilish smirk on her lips, and they hovered over his except that she stopped and stared him in the eye and didn’t move. An answering smile shook his heart. He looked down and grinned at the knowledge that those lips were his before leaning over and touching them. And he was smiling and she was smiling and he kept his lips barely touching hers and when she leaned in, suddenly impatient and deepened the kiss his smile grew wider.
He put his hands on her waist and backed her up until they hit the wall, knowing they were going to need the support. He kissed her like he’d wanted to for so long, slowly and wholly and teasingly and playfully and deeply and hungrily and they were so perfect, those lips, he kissed her with no sense of time. She was delightfully, adorably good at matching him, teasing him back; her hands were locked onto the back of his neck and she pulled his head to hers fiercely when she wanted to and almost broke him in pieces with happiness.
Breathless aeons later, they finally pulled apart, and he rested his head in the crook of her neck, buried his face in her hair, and at that moment his eyes closed of their own accord and he didn’t want anything more in the world.
After a while she broke the silence. “Oppa.”
He waited, but she didn’t say anything more. Reluctantly he withdrew from her hair and looked her in the eye, vaguely wishing he wasn’t still smiling like an idiot.
Her own eyes and smile were warm like coffee, warming him upto his fingertips. “Let’s date.”
Their performance was a roaring success and Taeyang loved their fans for being so supportive of Wonderbang couplings. It was a relief of tension; he often felt sorry for their SM Ent counterparts.
Both aware of the very little time left to them, he and Sunmi started dating. It was obvious from the first date that they had gotten a lot closer physically than they had mentally. Conversation was easy and interesting, but she was a bit reserved in the face of recent heartbreak and the knowledge that soon she would be parting with Taeyang, too. Thoughts of America made them both sombre. At the end of their first date, Taeyang told her two things.
The first, he was willing to find out about all those things, to share in her silence. Even now that he’d had those lips, he wanted to go deeper and find out what was behind them. He was secure in the knowledge that his lust function had good taste (he didn’t tell her that). The second, that even if America broke them before they’d really begun - well, for now at least he was maybe probably almost definitely in love with this Wondergirl, and he had no regrets, and that was more than enough to keep him moving on.
Thanks for reading! ^^
Pairing Taeyang/Sunmi
Genre G
He was fooling around, walking backwards out of the room as he laughingly yelled something negligible to bug Seungri. Of course he stumbled into someone, his back to their front and fell over his feet as he spun around, trying to stop his dignity from spilling all over the floor. He straightened up, cursing under his breath and found a girl staring at him. Her back was bent like she'd automatically ducked low when he did. They fixed their posture together and she turned away a little as her lips twitched.
Realising she'd probably heard him cursing, he felt his ears turn red. Doing away with subtlety he pulled the peak of his cap over his face. When he gathered his manhood and pulled it back up he saw that her mouth was open in the silent shape of a laugh and his eyes were pulled to her lips. Pink lipstick rubbed over them, those lips that grew long when she smiled. His heart gave an especially hard thud, calling his attention (yeah, I know!) and he couldn't look away. He wanted to rub the lipstick off with his thumb, slowly and wholly, and then he wanted to kiss her in much the same way. He felt like he'd been wanting it for forever already, a history forming in an instant. He wanted to take her in his arms up against a wall and bury his face in her neck. Staring a beat too long and -
"What're you doing, oppa?" Sunye and Yoobin sniggering at him from behind her. They pushed their groupmate forward, forcing him to make way so that the Wondergirls could surge into the room. Big Bang came forward calling boisterous hellos and exchanging bows and the two groups met in the middle, Taeyang and Sunmi at the forefront. Muttering something about the bathroom, Taeyang tore his eyes away from her lips and fled.
He'd heard it on the idol grapevine, that obscure source, because everybody made sure to help each other keep these things hidden from the fans.
She had a boyfriend.
That night Wonderbang went out to drink together. Management said building chemistry between groups was important. Being ordered to drink and party for the sake of their work, legitimately; being an idol wasn't just about passion, hard work and wondering whether you were supposed to fear fans or antis more.
Taeyang headed straight for a bottle, clutching it gratefully like the lifeline it could offer him if he did something stupid. Always aware of her prescence - something like the smell of cherries and grass - he was quieter than was normal for him. She had smiled at him politely, included him in conversation, no more or less friendly to him than she was to anybody else.
With an evil snicker that had never needed alchohol, Ji Yong suggested a drinking game. He promised to make sure the underage ones didn't get too far in, but everybody stared at Sohee. An angry pout twisted her lips, and Ji Yong laughed (he'd kind of adopted her) and went to put his arm around her. Sighing, before he reached her she got up and went to the karaoke machine. Grinning (a pang stabbed his heart, surprising him because he didn't expect them yet) Sunmi went with her, dragging Seungri by the arm. He would have complained about being included with the 'grownups' if it hadn't been for his partner’s effervescent charms, Taeyang couldn't help but think wryly.
"Yah Seungri". Without knowing what he was doing, Taeyang got up and went after them, taking another swig from his bottle; his voice was slurring aready.
Sohee and Sunmi huddled over the machine, looking at the song choices and occasionally giggling at nothing in that way girls had.
"You guys go first!" Sohee pushed a mic into Taeyang's hand, Sunmi handing one to Seungri. Taeyang's palm burned as Sunmi's brushed Seungri's. Roughly, he lifted the mic up and, without waiting for his groupmate, began belting out the words to an old skool H.O.T track.
"Hyung~" Seungri whined in his ear. Feeling worse by the minute, Taeyang lowered his voice and sang with emotion that he didn't feel inside carrying his voice. Sunmi's eyes sparkled as he pulled his high notes and Taeyang had no idea what he was supposed to feel, so he didn’t feel anything at all. Playing his own drinking game, every time he thought of wanting Sunmi, he took a swig. Half an hour later he was stone drunk; he vaguely remembered someone pulling his bottle out of his hand as he passed out.
Their performance was messy and imperfect and a lot of fun for everybody but Taeyang, placed behind her. He didn't really care that she was partnered with Seungri, he didn't mind taking his place in her shadow; what stung was that he was so close to her yet couldn't even see her face. Her body bouncing in front of him as she danced was so cute, he wanted to grab her arm and swing her away across the stage. He was a born dancer, he knew without thinking how to mould his body to hers, how to carry her in his arms.
He was grateful to be lodged in the background, his desires hidden from the world by a cap.
Wonderbang was a surprising success, so their management arranged for another special stage. And one more; another few performances that weren’t much at all. The focus was never too much on him, and he got used to the Wondergirls being around, being told that their groups were going to be meeting again. He concentrated on his group, his singing and his dancing, and he still thought about her but he continued to live his life. It was what you did, after all; or at least, what time did for you.
Time flowed past faster and Taeyang found that unrequited want for a girl was a kind of comfortable pain that lodged in his heart. Kind of like Kai with the mirror, except that he honestly didn’t know whether the dislodgement would leave him better off or worse. There was one potentially dangerous incident where TOP and Seungri, the two Seunghyuns, walked in on him Youtubing Sunmi (he got rid of it and the magnae seemed oblivious, although TOP’s considering look worried him), but apart from that, he was maybe not great but okay. With the end year Gayo Daejuns looming Big Bang was hard at work and Taeyang was as focused as the rest - until he found out about their special stage for the event: bringing back Wonderbang with a final bang before both groups’ major activities in Korea ceased the next year.
Anxiously awaiting the announcement of his partner, the first syllable made his heart leap - but it was okay after all. It was Sunye, and he found out quick that Sunye was a great partner; she understood movement. She worked hard and was still a lot of fun to be around. You liked Sunye, and you respected her; it was just what you did. They bowed goodbye and went their separate ways, and he vacated the room for the next group after his first practice with her with his adrenaline up and his spirits high.
Until he passed Sungmi in the narrow corridor, going to the practice room to rehearse with TOP. His heart sped up as she approached him, indulging in a game of pretend for a moment, the hopeless little fool. She smiled at him and inclined her head as she passed, and it was a formal, mostly polite gesture, but this was Sunmi and her lips and again he was falling, falling so hard that could hear the wind whistling in his ears.
Without a word for a week, every day in the corridor between practices hey passed each other with only polite nods but he realised quickly that her effect on him was untainted. The moment he saw her he was viciously assaulted by his want to hold her against those walls, and he expected time to pause for him to warm her lips with his. Afraid of himself he kept to the politeness but a few days in he caught her eyes automatically searching for him at the small bend in the corridor where spare chairs were piled up, and he couldn’t help his grin. Her return, too, was warmer that day, less formality and more familiarity, and for him the mirror shard in his heart became both warmer and sharper.
Out of nowhere a few days later, the brightest part of his day came crashing down around him; her smile was weak, her head turned away and the sheen of tears she couldn’t quite hide shocked him so that he was left frozen, staring after her. An idea flashed through his desperation and led him to hurriedly find one of the stylist coordis working with both groups for the show. Coordis were an important part of the grapevine, and she told him - after via threat of a nippletwist and a fierce glare warning him not to spread it around - that Sunmi had broken up with her boyfriend. Melodramatic, macho illusions of tearing the guy’s arms off with his teeth were quickly crushed by the knowledge that the guy had had to move away with his family, to leave a sweeping cold that signalled the knowledge that Sunmi had had her sweet little heart broken.
Whenever he wasn’t deliberately focusing on something his mind returned to her. The sadness in her was palpable to him and it made him worthless as a man in want (he couldn’t call it love).
With no idea what to do, he went to find her one evening, searching all the empty rooms until he came across her sitting on a table by herself, head bowed, sniffling not quite silently. Without hesitating he walked in and sat by her on the table.
“What should I sing for you?”
Her head jerked up at the sound of his voice. Taeyang didn’t look at her. After a pause - “Something from your album.”
He opened his mouth, willing to let whatever come out; it seemed like Prayer but somehow he ended up with Look Only At Me. It was different to the other times he’d sung it, on stage and in practice: pauses and strange emphasis, and it sounded to both their ears like he was saying something, very pointedly and emphatically.
When he finished the room fell quiet. The air between them fizzed with words uncertain as to their place but definitely saying something. After a moment Taeyang got up to leave. She stopped him quickly, called him ‘oppa’ quietly and took his breath away. A soft drop to the ground, and she walked around to face him. Meeting her eyes, he saw someone in desperate need of a hug and without thinking wrapped his arms around her. Formality would never have lasted long with them anyway, and the thing about being alone in a room with someone was that you could come out and pretend it never happened to the rest of the world, to each other, to yourselves if need be.
Almost immediately she sank into his embrace, sinking her head onto his chest. Soft tears jumped onto his shirt, almost making him jump with their delicate wet warmth. He thought again of how much he wanted her, to bury his face in her neck, but that would be beyond all boundaries, alone in a room or not. Nonetheless his heart started pounding, slow and steady and hard. Her head was on his chest; she felt his heart accelerate. Her eyes fluttered open, and she listened for a moment and this wasn’t how he’d imagined the moment time would freeze. She lifted her head up and he let go as she looked at him, and for the first time all week he didn’t see sorrow. He saw surprise and the beginnings of realisation, and blankness.
Without saying anything, his song still hanging in the air, he confirmed what she was thinking. Her eyes widened and he left the room. The next few days he avoided the corridor, choosing a different route to go by. TOP came and sat next to him soon after, and Taeyang knew what this conversation would be about.
Typically without preamble: “Why don’t you tell her you’re in love with her?”
Taeyang tried not to sigh.
“Because, hyung. I don’t know if I love her. I only want her lips and her smile and her hair and her softness and her hugs. I don’t know anything about her life; I don’t know what it’s like to have a deeper than waist-level conversation with her. So I don’t have the right to claim her emotions now, when she’s had her heart broken. I just don’t.”
TOP said nothing and Taeyang knew he understood. And somehow, now he knew what was going to happen. Because it was one of very few things that could.
WonderBang got together to practice the end of their performance together. He tried to avoid her eyes but every time he caught them he saw something considering in the way she looked at him. It confirmed to him that he didn’t know her well enough.
Soon enough, Taeyang and Sunmi ended up alone together. After all, it had to culminate somehow, somewhen, somewhere. They looked up and saw their aloneness and their togetherness, and the mood shifted so obviously it was almost physically painful.
A nervous hesitation but he walked toward her. She, too, looked uncertain but surprisingly determined, a sweet yet oddly bold twist to those lips he fixated on so embarrassingly much.
Reaching her, he couldn’t help but soften. Still, he needed more than anything to speak the truth as plain as he could make it, and he needed to be at least a little distant and a little hard to do it.
“I want you, Sunmi.” He paused because he felt like he had to after a statement like that, but she didn’t say anything so he went on.
“I don’t know if I love you, and you’re going to America soon so I don’t know what chance there is to find out, or if you want to date me at all. But I want to kiss you and I want to know you. So I’m telling you even though you already know - I want you, and if you want what I want… I want it.”
He smiled and it was somehow easy to do it even though he was a bit scared.
Until she suddenly smiled back in a mischievous way that sent his heart leaping and ducking and running around like an idiot on flail mode and maybe he had a better idea of whether he loved her or not. She moved her face up to his, a devilish smirk on her lips, and they hovered over his except that she stopped and stared him in the eye and didn’t move. An answering smile shook his heart. He looked down and grinned at the knowledge that those lips were his before leaning over and touching them. And he was smiling and she was smiling and he kept his lips barely touching hers and when she leaned in, suddenly impatient and deepened the kiss his smile grew wider.
He put his hands on her waist and backed her up until they hit the wall, knowing they were going to need the support. He kissed her like he’d wanted to for so long, slowly and wholly and teasingly and playfully and deeply and hungrily and they were so perfect, those lips, he kissed her with no sense of time. She was delightfully, adorably good at matching him, teasing him back; her hands were locked onto the back of his neck and she pulled his head to hers fiercely when she wanted to and almost broke him in pieces with happiness.
Breathless aeons later, they finally pulled apart, and he rested his head in the crook of her neck, buried his face in her hair, and at that moment his eyes closed of their own accord and he didn’t want anything more in the world.
After a while she broke the silence. “Oppa.”
He waited, but she didn’t say anything more. Reluctantly he withdrew from her hair and looked her in the eye, vaguely wishing he wasn’t still smiling like an idiot.
Her own eyes and smile were warm like coffee, warming him upto his fingertips. “Let’s date.”
Their performance was a roaring success and Taeyang loved their fans for being so supportive of Wonderbang couplings. It was a relief of tension; he often felt sorry for their SM Ent counterparts.
Both aware of the very little time left to them, he and Sunmi started dating. It was obvious from the first date that they had gotten a lot closer physically than they had mentally. Conversation was easy and interesting, but she was a bit reserved in the face of recent heartbreak and the knowledge that soon she would be parting with Taeyang, too. Thoughts of America made them both sombre. At the end of their first date, Taeyang told her two things.
The first, he was willing to find out about all those things, to share in her silence. Even now that he’d had those lips, he wanted to go deeper and find out what was behind them. He was secure in the knowledge that his lust function had good taste (he didn’t tell her that). The second, that even if America broke them before they’d really begun - well, for now at least he was maybe probably almost definitely in love with this Wondergirl, and he had no regrets, and that was more than enough to keep him moving on.
Thanks for reading! ^^