Green Trench Coats
green trench coats
super junior/younha, super junior/snsd - kyuhyun/younha, minor!kyuhyun/seohyun (featuring kyuline) - pg
5369w~
he's too busy to notice the details, and she is too carefree to care.
warnings: implications of self-abuse
a/n: written for kisoap, sorry it took so long and this probably isn't of the best quality, but i was getting really impatient with myself and i just hope it didn't come out too rushed. love you lots bb, enjoy ♥
The music has become a background noise to Kyuhyun. Nothing more, nothing less. Just background noise.
Seohyun moved out over a month ago, worn suitcases and a friendship of seven years crumbling into pieces. They used to work together, ride in Seohyun's slowly dying Civic to a nine to five office life that both of them had turned down as high schoolers, dreaming of roadside singers and then one day maybe becoming a little bigger than street life, but then suddenly she is telling him of personal singing pursuits like when they were in middle school and Kyuhyun doesn't quite understand it.
It's a normal sight, now.
The girl is sitting at one end of the subway station, short hair framing her face, and even in her folded up position Kyuhyun can tell she is short and petite. She is singing softly and strumming the acoustic guitar resting in her arms, with the black case out in front like the street-side musicians. Except this isn't the streets, this is the subway, and he still manages to hear her voice above the underground trains whirring past.
Kyuhyun stares at her playing for a little bit, her eyes closed and the sleeves of her green trench coat rolled up to her elbows.
She's just background noise, he thinks. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn't care to listen.
He knows the song this time. It's an older ballad, something along the lines of Yoo Youngsuk when he was just starting out, emotional lyrics and self-composed music, and Kyuhyun taps his feet next to her black guitar case, humming along under his breath because it's only normal to do so.
She is wearing the same coat, worn out and a little oversized, and her eyes are closed with a smile tugging at her lips when she isn't singing.
Kyuhyun catches the last verse before the subway comes and he hops on to it with a little more vigor than usual.
The girl cracks open one eye and smiles at the way he is still singing along, soft words from pretty lips, and Kyuhyun doesn't see her staring. He's too busy to notice the details, and she is too carefree to care.
There's a reason why she sings at the substation.
Kyuhyun doesn't think he's ever been much of a people person. The mug of coffee in his hands is warm, fingers tight around the hardened ceramic, and he wonders how Seohyun is doing, crowds of hundreds and maybe thousands because Seohyun had the kind of voice that charmed before it pleased, and he's kind of glad he didn't go with her.
Maybe that is just what he's telling himself so the bitterness doesn't take over.
He takes a sip of his coffee and the black liquid doesn't burn his throat like it normally would. There are soft steps on the street below, skipping and an orange glow illuminating a tiny figure.
She's skipping home from the substation, guitar case on her back, green trench coat buttoned up to her neck as she trudges forward in the cold weather. Kyuhyun smiles and thinks she could be nice company in replacement, repeated encounters and a pretty voice.
His coffee is cold and he goes inside to warm out without looking back.
His friends are shit to work with. Minho and Changmin, at least. Jonghyun is the sane one out of the four of them, but occasionally Changmin will ring him into his plans and Minho is always trailing behind, and his friends are just really, really shitty people to work with.
"Hey, we're going out for karaoke tonight, you wanna come?"
Minho takes a seat on his desk, crumpling the papers Kyuhyun has laid out neatly, and Kyuhyun sighs. "What time?" His eyes stay focused on the computer screen in front of him and there's a notification that pops up on the corner from instant messenger, flashing blue color. A message from Seohyun, landed a gig at that little diner on the pier! and Kyuhyun smiles and forgets to listen to what Minho is saying.
"Yo, did you hear me? I said nine, maybe ten because Jonghyun said he might come late."
Kyuhyun scrunches up his nose, typing out a reply to Seohyun, congratulations! He blinks, then erases it, opting for another message before erasing it again, and he wonders why this is so difficult. "Nah, that's kind of late. I think I'll just stay at home today."
"BORING." There's a yell from two cubicles down, and they both look up to see Changmin's head pop up from behind the divider. "YOU ARE NO FUN, CHO."
A loud slap emits from the same cubicle and then Changmin is groaning. "Leave him alone," Jonghyun says, and one side of Kyuhyun's mouth raises into a smile as he hears Changmin muttering swears, the two walking over to his own office.
"Yeah, come on, it's been forever since we've been out for karaoke," Minho adds. "We have it reserved and everything. Changmin will even pay for drinks."
"What the fuck, no I won't-"
Jonghyun shushes him as Minho turns to glare, with no obvious regard for the little hierarchy system they've created. Kyuhyun is just happy to be at the top of this list.
He sighs and closes out the instant messenger without responding, turning back to his screen of numbers and letters and trying to get something accomplished, but Minho is still sitting on his papers and he just really doesn't want to be here right now. "I don't know," he replies, shrugging. "Maybe next time." Jonghyun comes up behind him, massaging his shoulders, and he smiles slightly at the monitor in hopes of it reflecting off to his friend.
Seohyun used to be his only savior in the office, cubicle right in between his and Minho's so he wouldn't have to deal with their incessant talking.
He misses Seohyun.
"We're gonna drag you there somehow," Changmin says, and Minho nods, standing up and in the process dropping all of Kyuhyun's papers. Kyuhyun groans.
"What the fuck, Minho."
"Sorry, sorry, I'll pick it up…" He doesn't, though, not really, and Kyuhyun thinks if Jonghyun had been his first friend out of the three he probably wouldn't have ever had to talk to Changmin and Minho. That would've been nice.
Jonghyun pats him on the back after Changmin and Minho leave and once he walks away, Kyuhyun feels lonely all over again. There's no instant messenger response and he really misses Seohyun.
Kyuhyun drops by the music store after work. It used to be a frequent visit when Seohyun was around, side by side on the piano as they would recreate songs, but it's the first time he's been since Seohyun's left and he doesn't know why the sudden visit.
It is mostly empty now, but the owner of the shop is with a customer anyways, small and petite as she scans through the guitars. He looks over at her and there are scars on her left arm as she points to an acoustic one, spruce furnishing and a glossy finish.
Kyuhyun glances away quickly when the shop owner calls his name, and he looks back to see both the owner and the girl looking at him. The sleeves of her trench coat are rolled back down to her wrists and it is the girl from the substation. She smiles and waves at him as if they've been acquainted before, motioning him over.
He walks over slowly, hands in the pockets of his jeans as she picks the guitar up off the rack. "You're the guy from the substation, right? You were standing next to me the other day."
"Uh, yeah, I think so." Kyuhyun doesn't know why she remembers him.
The girl strums at the guitar, tuning it and then strums again, before looking up at him. She's humming to the song from the other day, when suddenly she looks up and there's a pretty smile on her face. Kyuhyun blinks. "Sing with me!" and he raises his eyebrow.
"What song?"
"You know," she hums the chorus again, eyes glittering, and Kyuhyun shakes his head. The shop owner looks amused. "You do know! I heard you singing! Don't lie to me." The girl starts again and she's an interesting figure, blatant and loud and not the things someone like her should be, and Kyuhyun thinks he likes the way her short hair frames her face better even though he's never liked short hair before.
Without a second thought, Kyuhyun presses his hand against the strings of her guitar, stopping her. "What are you-"
"Would you like to come to karaoke with me tonight?" He swallows, the other hand still in his pocket, fingers shifting awkwardly. "Me and a couple of friends are going."
The girl breaks out into a smile, and the brightness of her teeth and her shining eyes makes up for her short stature, almost two whole heads shorter than himself. "Why not," she says, voice no longer obnoxiously loud, and Kyuhyun thinks he likes her a little more.
She turns back to the shop owner and hands him the guitar. "I guess I'll have to come get this later, Mr. Kim."
Kyuhyun finds it kind of funny that she also knows the shop owner. He wonders if maybe they'll bump into each other like this again. Maybe they can come together next time.
They walk outside of the shop together and he turns towards her, admiring the red scarf looped around her neck and her short dress and the green trench coat that swallows her whole. "I'm Kyuhyun," he finally says, and she looks over at him, the same smile still on her face.
"Younha," she says. "Go Younha."
Kyuhyun regrets his decision as soon as they open the door to the karaoke room, and Changmin is hip thrusting to the ballad that Minho is singing. Or attempting to sing, at least, his voice cracking incessantly because he doesn't seem to be quite in the right state.
He reaches over, covering Younha's eyes as she giggles, and it's only when he coughs that Jonghyun finally looks over from messing with tambourine. He smiles when he sees Kyuhyun, the upturn of his lips contorting in confusion when he sees who Kyuhyun has brought alone. Jonghyun motions him inside, and with his hand still covering Younha's eyes, he pushes her inwards, cringing at the screeching noises Minho is making.
The trio settle on to the couch, and it isn't until the song is finally over and Changmin's obscene movements are put to rest that he finally lets her see.
Changmin wolf whistles and Kyuhyun still doesn't understand his choice of friends.
"Um, you guys," he begins, and attempts to ignore the suggestive look Minho is throwing his way, "this is Younha. She's…." Kyuhyun realizes he didn't quite think this through.
"A friend," Younha interjects. "We're friends. We bumped into each other at the music store today and decided to go out for karaoke." She smiles and her eyebrows raise a little when Changmin bumps Minho at the shoulder, muttering friends, eh? under his breath.
Jonghyun coughs, leaning forward on the couch to get a better look at Younha in the dimly lit room. "Aren't you that girl from the substation? The one that sings?"
"How'd you know?"
"I don't know, you looked familiar. And you're always wearing that coat," he responds, pointing at the trench coat thrown over loosely.
Younha smiles, tucking her hands into the pockets of her coat. "Yup, that's me." She steps forward and then turns to look at Changmin and Minho, the wide grin still on her face when she asks, "So, what were you guys singing to?"
They've both fallen in love with her by the end of the night and Jonghyun tells Kyuhyun to not make a replacement.
Kyuhyun shakes his head and tries not to make anything of it.
She's entertaining, Go Younha. Weirdly entertaining, and sly, the latter of which he comes to realize when Kyuhyun gets a text a couple of days later from her, and he doesn't exactly remember exchanging digits.
we should go out for coffee ^^
He smiles, glad that his friends aren't crowding around his cubicle so he can come up with some sort of response. It takes him six minutes, but he thinks he's finally shortened it down to something simple and witty.
i've got lunch break in an hour???
Okay, well, not really.
Her reply is a lot quicker than his, anyways.
i've got lunch break always ;)
Kyuhyun laughs and Minho's head pops up from his cubicle alarmingly fast. "What's so funny?"
Kyuhyun slides his phone into his pocket, shaking his head and focusing his eyes back on the documents in front him. "Nothing, just thought of something from earlier."
It seems to satisfy him, and Minho retreats silently back to his hole, and Kyuhyun wonders if it really has been that pitiful since Seohyun has left. Best friends is what they would always be, and the rest of them managed to catch it before Seohyun could figure it out on his own.
He doesn't have to tell the three of them when she finally moves out. It speaks for itself.
Kyuhyun sighs and tilts back a little too far back in his chair, almost falling backwards when he thinks of Younha's laugh and manages to catch himself at the last second.
Younha brings him to the little bakery down the street of his office building. It's small, and quiet, and she knows the girl working the counter by name. She orders for Kyuhyun before he can open his mouth and decides against the banana bread before settling on the rice cake. He wonders how she knows he doesn't like bananas.
"You should come sing with me," is the first thing she says when they finally sit down.
Kyuhyun doesn't really have a response to that.
"Your voice seems quite nice, and I take it you like music?"
"One night of karaoke doesn't let you know all that," he responds, and Younha smiles, taking a sip of her coffee even though it isn't all that cold outside. She isn't wearing her trench coat, but the sleeves of her dress are all the way up to his wrist and Kyuhyun doesn't care to recall.
"Ah, but I'm a singer, so I would know all that."
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, but she pokes at the smile forming on his face anyways and her touch is cool and soft. He holds back from taking her hand and Seohyun's hands were long and thin, just like hers.
"I don't think singing would fit me."
"You won't know if you've never tried!"
He ponders telling her about Seohyun, about nine to five jobs and singing careers and hundreds of thousands of crowds, flashing lights and maybe a hand to hold through the whole process.
Instead, Kyuhyun tells her the rice cake is too dry and they should try something different next time. Younha doesn't seem to disagree.
The next time they meet is at his apartment.
It's a little strange, the way it happens, but there's a knocking on the door and Younha is there and her hands are in the pockets of her dress, green trench hanging just above the hem of her dress as she rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet. She's smiling and the corner of her lips is smudged with lipstick.
"Hi."
"Hello."
"What are you doing here?"
Younha grins, a blush tinting her cheeks, and she's kind of cute like this, nervous and jumpy and a little bit of beautiful. "I bumped into Jonghyun the other day walking home, he said he was coming to your apartment and he told me where you lived. Not that I asked, or anything, but-"
"It's okay, I gotcha," and Kyuhyun pulls her inside, shutting the door behind him and sitting her down on the couch. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, I'm okay. This is a cute little place you've got here." Younha winks at him, standing up and strolling through the living room, and Kyuhyun suddenly feels self-conscious about his apartment, small and lonely and he wonders what Seohyun would've said.
He shouldn't thinking about Seohyun, anyways.
Younha discovers the piano shoved to the corner, small in scale and there only because Seohyun had forced him to buy it. Piano had been her speciality, long fingers and hair swinging back and forth, pretty music and a pretty voice to accompany it. Kyuhyun holds the memory and it is broken by Younha suddenly playing, her voice soft as she hums a tune he isn't familiar with.
Kyuhyun watches her play and her hair is cropped, fingers short and the elegance of Seohyun completely disarray. He likes it a little better.
"You should sing with me," she says when she's done, and Kyuhyun smiles at her.
"No, thanks. You sound better by yourself anyways."
She rolls her eyes, hitting one last key before standing and walking towards him, hands once again in the pockets of her dress. "Oh, well. Your loss."
He laughs, and he almost misses it when she leans up and presses a quick peck against his cheek, red coloring her cheeks when she pulls back. Kyuhyun blinks, and then Younha is pulling open the door, her voice not so loud anymore.
"I'll be off, now," and she smiles at him one last time before skipping out the door.
He watches her until she's no longer in sight, but his cheeks are still burning and it's been a while since Kyuhyun felt like this.
Changmin has vowed to never leave him alone about Younha.
It's gotten around that Jonghyun told her where Kyuhyun lived, and it's twenty minutes past their lunch break but Changmin is still sitting at his desk, Minho leaning against one side of his cubicle, and Jonghyun standing at the doorway looking very apologetic.
"So did she come over? Did you guys 'do the do?'"
Kyuhyun shoots him a look, and even Minho looks unamused, usually enamored with Changmin's stupid way with words. "What are you, twelve? Who the hell says that anymore?"
"I do. But whatever, just tell me what happened!"
"Nothing happened, we're just friends and that is all."
"I doubt that is all," Changmin responds, but Jonghyun shoots him a look and Changmin raises his hands in defeat after all his arguing, leaning back against Kyuhyun's desk and crumpling all his papers. Kyuhyun sighs but it isn't the end of that.
They leave work early and Younha just happens to be waiting at a bench nearby, legs swinging back and forth, and it is Minho that points her out before he notices himself.
"Kyuhyun!"
Changmin grins and even Jonghyun is hiding a smile, and Kyuhyun waves at her, heat rising in his cheeks because he does not want his friends to see this. "Younha, what's up?"
"I had to show you something, if you weren't busy." She turns to his friends, a giggling mess behind the both of them, and Kyuhyun wishes he were hiding under a giant rock right now. Or dead, maybe, either one would be fine. "Do you guys mind if I steal him away?"
"No, no, of course not." Changmin shoves him forward, still grinning, and Kyuhyun hears Minho squeal from the back. "Steal him, keep him forever if you must."
Younha laughs and links her arm with Kyuhyun, and he sighs in relief because she isn't completely freaked out. If karaoke wasn't enough, this should be, but she just waves her fingers at them and then they are off, and Kyuhyun is pretty sure it takes all of Jonghyun's efforts to make Minho and Changmin not follow him from their office building.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see." Younha winks at him, and then her arm drops from his, pulling his hand into hers instead and Kyuhyun thinks he likes this a little more.
They walk for what feels like forever before she finally stops at the window of a little crafts shop, unlit and empty on the inside. Younha lets go of his hand and steps towards the glass, one hand resting in front of a trinket, and Kyuhyun watches as she smiles, sadly and completely un-Younha-like. The sleeve of her trench coat slips from where her hand is resting, and Kyuhyun notices the red marks again, angry and dark, signs of something more and something dangerous and he wants to hold her hand and never let go.
She stands this for a couple of minutes, just staring into the empty store, until she sighs and pulls back, eyes a little wet.
"I guess it's closed. We can come back another time."
Younha grabs his hand and pulls him forward once more, and then she is back to her regular personality and he doesn't dwell it on the rest of their trip.
He wonders later that night if maybe he should've asked her. Kyuhyun was always late on realizations, anyways.
A week goes past and he doesn't hear from Younha. Kyuhyun doesn't have the nerve to text her first, because it's always been her that initiated everything, but it's when Jonghyun finally asks what their issue is when he finally decides maybe he should do something.
Kyuhyun hovers in front of the little crafts store she had taken him to earlier, staring inside at the slow movement and the dim yellow lights.
The trinket is gone, but he doesn't think it was the item itself that meant anything more than it was the store, and it takes all his guts but Kyuhyun finally steps inside and it is exactly the place Seohyun would have fallen in love with. Pretty, simple, music playing that sounds like her own and he would like it too if Younha hadn't been tearing up in front of the same shop only days earlier.
No one approaches him, no greetings, the only sound the whirr of the fan and the occasional shuffle of the lady working at the counter.
Kyuhyun shuffles through bags and scarves and clothes and trinkets of all sorts, little animals and bigger figurines, and it isn't until twenty minutes into his search that he finally finds something with her in mind.
"Would it be weird to give a girl a ring if you haven't kissed her yet?"
The lady at the register is unnerved, and Kyuhyun wonders if maybe she hears these kinds of questions often. "As long as it's not meant to be a proposal, it should be fine."
It's a small, delicate ring, a shattered blue color and just enough to fit around her stubby fingers, and he buys it after the reassurance without a second glance.
Seohyun loved rings, he thinks later. He wonders if it was a coincidence.
He's sitting at the piano in his apartment, a song playing on the radio that Kyuhyun's been trying to match for the past hour but quite obviously falling. Seohyun had called him earlier that day, updated him with her whereabouts and her musical doings, and her voice had a sort of luster that he didn't remember existing when she used to live with him.
Kyuhyun finds it hard to not be happy for her and he thinks the smile is genuine, and the words are too, when he tells her he's glad she's found something new.
When the cluttering of picture frames ensues and there's an ungraceful tumble on to the couch from the balcony window, his first reaction is to slam his fingers on the piano and groan frustratedly. "Can't you see I'm trying to practice here?!" he shouts, and it's probably not the best thing to say when someone is trying to break into his house.
Kyuhyun turns back, face probably turning all shades of angry red, and there is a worn looking Go Younha, grinning widely like she hasn't just broken in through the balcony of his apartment.
"Well, by all means, you continue practicing. I'll just sit here and watch."
"Wait, no, I just… I was trying to - what?"
Younha laughs at his flustered state, moving towards him to join him on the small piano bunch. "Sorry for the sudden intrusion. There were some workers outside your apartment, and I guess I was just feeling a little daring anyways." She smiles at him, eyes glittering the way they weren't the week before, and Kyuhyun finds himself smiling in the back in the way he wouldn't normally either.
"It's alright, I guess. What are you doing here anyways?"
"Well," Younha sighs, tugging at the sleeves of her trench coat - he's rarely ever seen her without it, and if she wasn't, Kyuhyun wonders if he'd still be able to recognize her (stupid question, of course he would, it's just a coat) - "I just wanted to tell you that I think you should go for it. Singing at the substation with me. I mean, I know it's kind of forced and whatever, but your voice is really nice and sometimes you can just tell when someone was made to, I don't know, perform."
She takes his hand, then, gripping it softly and looking up at him. "Just once, maybe, you know? Maybe you'll end up liking it."
Kyuhyun grips her hand back, when suddenly he remembers the gift and rushes up from the piano stand, calling back to her to wait one second! before running into his bedroom and pulling out the little jewelry box he's been storing the ring in.
He runs back and she looks really amused, twinkling pupils and lips stretched to one side of her mouth. "What's so important?"
"I - I got you this," Kyuhyun voices, breathless, handing her the box and suddenly wondering if this is as appropriate as he had assumed it to be in his head.
Younha opens the box and her jaw drops a little when she sees what's inside.
"What, are you proposing or something? We haven't even kissed!"
"No," Kyuhyun chuckles nervously, taking the box from her hand and pulling the ring out, "no, it's not like that, I just… I went into the crafts store the other day thinking of you, how you looked so sad in front of it. And I saw this, and I thought if fit you, and I… I don't know. It was on impulse. I'm sorry."
Younha laughs, taking the ring from his hand, slipping it on to her ring finger and admiring the way it glows under the light. "Don't apologize, I love it. It's perfect."
He breathes a sigh of relief, hand over his chest in mock terror as he works up the nerve to take her hand. Younha lets him and Kyuhyun likes how her hands are kind of sweaty too, and this doesn't have to be as romantic as in all the movies.
"You know," he begins, "I had this old friend, someone I've known since way back when I was a kid. We sang together all the time and we promised each other we would never fall into," Kyuhyun waves his free hand around, trying to search for the right words, "into, I don't know, a typical office job, and when we finally grew older and decided that was the only thing to really do, she… She left. It was kind of sudden, I guess. Suddenly she decided she wasn't having this way and she was going to be a singer, an artist, through and through, and I didn't know whether to follow her or stay, and so I did what I knew best." Kyuhyun swallows. "I stayed. And I've regretted it since."
Younha squeezes his hand, leaning her head against his shoulder and she is warm and soft and the cup of warm coffee that keeps him up in the night. "That store that we went to, it was similar to a store my parents owned. They were completely against a music lifestyle and I left them, and I felt like I had spent my whole life searching for people that weren't there."
She rolls up the sleeves to one side of her trench coat, and Kyuhyun recognizes the red scars, razor thin lines that have faded to a soft pink, different from the angry, searing ones from before.
"I used to - I mean, I think I used to, at least, just… Do this to myself. I don't remember doing it, and I don't remember why, and I don't remember how, but it was some sort of differentiation, that I was allowed to be whoever I wanted without guidance."
Younha smiles and grabs his hand again, and Kyuhyun notices the way she leaves her sleeves rolled up, her cuts all in display for him to see. "I've stopped, now, but it was because something significant in my life. And you," she starts again, looking up to meet his gaze, brush the bangs away from his eyes, "you shouldn't do the same. You shouldn't regret anything."
Kyuhyun smiles back at her, taking the hand from his forehead into his own hand, holding on to it tightly, and she no longer reminds him of Seohyun, of musical artists and unlived dreams.
She is her own person, Go Younha, and when he finally leans down to kiss her, brush the blue ring against her finger, it's the first thing he's done in a long time that he hasn't regretted.
Kyuhyun comes by the substation later after work to watch her play.
He hides behind his sunglasses and an ill-fitting hat, leaning against the wall opposite her, and she looks best like that, eyes close and legs crossed on the floor. She's strumming her guitar softly but she isn't singing this time, and there are a couple of children sitting in front of her to watch her play.
There's a bare hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and he thinks she might know he's standing back there, watching her.
His favorite part is that Younha is wearing her green trench coat, but the sleeves are rolled all the way up and she is not a new person. She is the same old Younha, and she lives up to the courage he'd thought she was for so long.
The hours pass and it isn't until she finally opens her eyes and winks at him that Kyuhyun realizes maybe he's fallen a little deeper than he had imagined.
They're sitting in his apartment, Younha on the piano and Kyuhyun sitting on the floor, singing along to the songs he recognizes and humming to the ones he doesn't.
"You know," he voices, when she's stretching her arms and the piano has come to a halt, "I don't think I'd mind singing with you, if you still wanted."
Younha's scream almost breaks his eardrums and he wonders if he'll still be able to sing after that.
("we saw you singing at the substation the other day."
kyuhyun feels himself turning red, deciding to concentrate directly on the paperwork in front of him rather than look behind him. jonghyun pats him on the back in some sort of attempted comfort. "it was kind of cute, i thought."
minho and changmin burst out giggling, and kyuhyun turns to glare at them, but that only prompts them further, minho breaking out into an obnoxious laugh and changmin following suit soon afterwards. "yeah, and it was also kind of gay!"
minho has long gone and lost his maturity (if he ever had it, that is) and kyuhyun pushes his chair back, deciding it'd probably be best to take an early lunch break instead of attempting to argue. changmin says something and then pats kyuhyun's butt on his way out, and kyuhyun decides he really hates his friends.
changmin and minho, at least.
but younha is waiting for him outside, guitar slung on her back and trench coat tied around her waist, and if anything at least he still has her and her pretty face.
he ignores minho and changmin's wolf calls from the third floor of his office and younha's voice was much more pleasing to his ears, anyways.)
requests of the day
chanyeol/seohyun
kai/sehun
super junior/younha, super junior/snsd - kyuhyun/younha, minor!kyuhyun/seohyun (featuring kyuline) - pg
5369w~
he's too busy to notice the details, and she is too carefree to care.
warnings: implications of self-abuse
a/n: written for kisoap, sorry it took so long and this probably isn't of the best quality, but i was getting really impatient with myself and i just hope it didn't come out too rushed. love you lots bb, enjoy ♥
The music has become a background noise to Kyuhyun. Nothing more, nothing less. Just background noise.
Seohyun moved out over a month ago, worn suitcases and a friendship of seven years crumbling into pieces. They used to work together, ride in Seohyun's slowly dying Civic to a nine to five office life that both of them had turned down as high schoolers, dreaming of roadside singers and then one day maybe becoming a little bigger than street life, but then suddenly she is telling him of personal singing pursuits like when they were in middle school and Kyuhyun doesn't quite understand it.
It's a normal sight, now.
The girl is sitting at one end of the subway station, short hair framing her face, and even in her folded up position Kyuhyun can tell she is short and petite. She is singing softly and strumming the acoustic guitar resting in her arms, with the black case out in front like the street-side musicians. Except this isn't the streets, this is the subway, and he still manages to hear her voice above the underground trains whirring past.
Kyuhyun stares at her playing for a little bit, her eyes closed and the sleeves of her green trench coat rolled up to her elbows.
She's just background noise, he thinks. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn't care to listen.
He knows the song this time. It's an older ballad, something along the lines of Yoo Youngsuk when he was just starting out, emotional lyrics and self-composed music, and Kyuhyun taps his feet next to her black guitar case, humming along under his breath because it's only normal to do so.
She is wearing the same coat, worn out and a little oversized, and her eyes are closed with a smile tugging at her lips when she isn't singing.
Kyuhyun catches the last verse before the subway comes and he hops on to it with a little more vigor than usual.
The girl cracks open one eye and smiles at the way he is still singing along, soft words from pretty lips, and Kyuhyun doesn't see her staring. He's too busy to notice the details, and she is too carefree to care.
There's a reason why she sings at the substation.
Kyuhyun doesn't think he's ever been much of a people person. The mug of coffee in his hands is warm, fingers tight around the hardened ceramic, and he wonders how Seohyun is doing, crowds of hundreds and maybe thousands because Seohyun had the kind of voice that charmed before it pleased, and he's kind of glad he didn't go with her.
Maybe that is just what he's telling himself so the bitterness doesn't take over.
He takes a sip of his coffee and the black liquid doesn't burn his throat like it normally would. There are soft steps on the street below, skipping and an orange glow illuminating a tiny figure.
She's skipping home from the substation, guitar case on her back, green trench coat buttoned up to her neck as she trudges forward in the cold weather. Kyuhyun smiles and thinks she could be nice company in replacement, repeated encounters and a pretty voice.
His coffee is cold and he goes inside to warm out without looking back.
His friends are shit to work with. Minho and Changmin, at least. Jonghyun is the sane one out of the four of them, but occasionally Changmin will ring him into his plans and Minho is always trailing behind, and his friends are just really, really shitty people to work with.
"Hey, we're going out for karaoke tonight, you wanna come?"
Minho takes a seat on his desk, crumpling the papers Kyuhyun has laid out neatly, and Kyuhyun sighs. "What time?" His eyes stay focused on the computer screen in front of him and there's a notification that pops up on the corner from instant messenger, flashing blue color. A message from Seohyun, landed a gig at that little diner on the pier! and Kyuhyun smiles and forgets to listen to what Minho is saying.
"Yo, did you hear me? I said nine, maybe ten because Jonghyun said he might come late."
Kyuhyun scrunches up his nose, typing out a reply to Seohyun, congratulations! He blinks, then erases it, opting for another message before erasing it again, and he wonders why this is so difficult. "Nah, that's kind of late. I think I'll just stay at home today."
"BORING." There's a yell from two cubicles down, and they both look up to see Changmin's head pop up from behind the divider. "YOU ARE NO FUN, CHO."
A loud slap emits from the same cubicle and then Changmin is groaning. "Leave him alone," Jonghyun says, and one side of Kyuhyun's mouth raises into a smile as he hears Changmin muttering swears, the two walking over to his own office.
"Yeah, come on, it's been forever since we've been out for karaoke," Minho adds. "We have it reserved and everything. Changmin will even pay for drinks."
"What the fuck, no I won't-"
Jonghyun shushes him as Minho turns to glare, with no obvious regard for the little hierarchy system they've created. Kyuhyun is just happy to be at the top of this list.
He sighs and closes out the instant messenger without responding, turning back to his screen of numbers and letters and trying to get something accomplished, but Minho is still sitting on his papers and he just really doesn't want to be here right now. "I don't know," he replies, shrugging. "Maybe next time." Jonghyun comes up behind him, massaging his shoulders, and he smiles slightly at the monitor in hopes of it reflecting off to his friend.
Seohyun used to be his only savior in the office, cubicle right in between his and Minho's so he wouldn't have to deal with their incessant talking.
He misses Seohyun.
"We're gonna drag you there somehow," Changmin says, and Minho nods, standing up and in the process dropping all of Kyuhyun's papers. Kyuhyun groans.
"What the fuck, Minho."
"Sorry, sorry, I'll pick it up…" He doesn't, though, not really, and Kyuhyun thinks if Jonghyun had been his first friend out of the three he probably wouldn't have ever had to talk to Changmin and Minho. That would've been nice.
Jonghyun pats him on the back after Changmin and Minho leave and once he walks away, Kyuhyun feels lonely all over again. There's no instant messenger response and he really misses Seohyun.
Kyuhyun drops by the music store after work. It used to be a frequent visit when Seohyun was around, side by side on the piano as they would recreate songs, but it's the first time he's been since Seohyun's left and he doesn't know why the sudden visit.
It is mostly empty now, but the owner of the shop is with a customer anyways, small and petite as she scans through the guitars. He looks over at her and there are scars on her left arm as she points to an acoustic one, spruce furnishing and a glossy finish.
Kyuhyun glances away quickly when the shop owner calls his name, and he looks back to see both the owner and the girl looking at him. The sleeves of her trench coat are rolled back down to her wrists and it is the girl from the substation. She smiles and waves at him as if they've been acquainted before, motioning him over.
He walks over slowly, hands in the pockets of his jeans as she picks the guitar up off the rack. "You're the guy from the substation, right? You were standing next to me the other day."
"Uh, yeah, I think so." Kyuhyun doesn't know why she remembers him.
The girl strums at the guitar, tuning it and then strums again, before looking up at him. She's humming to the song from the other day, when suddenly she looks up and there's a pretty smile on her face. Kyuhyun blinks. "Sing with me!" and he raises his eyebrow.
"What song?"
"You know," she hums the chorus again, eyes glittering, and Kyuhyun shakes his head. The shop owner looks amused. "You do know! I heard you singing! Don't lie to me." The girl starts again and she's an interesting figure, blatant and loud and not the things someone like her should be, and Kyuhyun thinks he likes the way her short hair frames her face better even though he's never liked short hair before.
Without a second thought, Kyuhyun presses his hand against the strings of her guitar, stopping her. "What are you-"
"Would you like to come to karaoke with me tonight?" He swallows, the other hand still in his pocket, fingers shifting awkwardly. "Me and a couple of friends are going."
The girl breaks out into a smile, and the brightness of her teeth and her shining eyes makes up for her short stature, almost two whole heads shorter than himself. "Why not," she says, voice no longer obnoxiously loud, and Kyuhyun thinks he likes her a little more.
She turns back to the shop owner and hands him the guitar. "I guess I'll have to come get this later, Mr. Kim."
Kyuhyun finds it kind of funny that she also knows the shop owner. He wonders if maybe they'll bump into each other like this again. Maybe they can come together next time.
They walk outside of the shop together and he turns towards her, admiring the red scarf looped around her neck and her short dress and the green trench coat that swallows her whole. "I'm Kyuhyun," he finally says, and she looks over at him, the same smile still on her face.
"Younha," she says. "Go Younha."
Kyuhyun regrets his decision as soon as they open the door to the karaoke room, and Changmin is hip thrusting to the ballad that Minho is singing. Or attempting to sing, at least, his voice cracking incessantly because he doesn't seem to be quite in the right state.
He reaches over, covering Younha's eyes as she giggles, and it's only when he coughs that Jonghyun finally looks over from messing with tambourine. He smiles when he sees Kyuhyun, the upturn of his lips contorting in confusion when he sees who Kyuhyun has brought alone. Jonghyun motions him inside, and with his hand still covering Younha's eyes, he pushes her inwards, cringing at the screeching noises Minho is making.
The trio settle on to the couch, and it isn't until the song is finally over and Changmin's obscene movements are put to rest that he finally lets her see.
Changmin wolf whistles and Kyuhyun still doesn't understand his choice of friends.
"Um, you guys," he begins, and attempts to ignore the suggestive look Minho is throwing his way, "this is Younha. She's…." Kyuhyun realizes he didn't quite think this through.
"A friend," Younha interjects. "We're friends. We bumped into each other at the music store today and decided to go out for karaoke." She smiles and her eyebrows raise a little when Changmin bumps Minho at the shoulder, muttering friends, eh? under his breath.
Jonghyun coughs, leaning forward on the couch to get a better look at Younha in the dimly lit room. "Aren't you that girl from the substation? The one that sings?"
"How'd you know?"
"I don't know, you looked familiar. And you're always wearing that coat," he responds, pointing at the trench coat thrown over loosely.
Younha smiles, tucking her hands into the pockets of her coat. "Yup, that's me." She steps forward and then turns to look at Changmin and Minho, the wide grin still on her face when she asks, "So, what were you guys singing to?"
They've both fallen in love with her by the end of the night and Jonghyun tells Kyuhyun to not make a replacement.
Kyuhyun shakes his head and tries not to make anything of it.
She's entertaining, Go Younha. Weirdly entertaining, and sly, the latter of which he comes to realize when Kyuhyun gets a text a couple of days later from her, and he doesn't exactly remember exchanging digits.
we should go out for coffee ^^
He smiles, glad that his friends aren't crowding around his cubicle so he can come up with some sort of response. It takes him six minutes, but he thinks he's finally shortened it down to something simple and witty.
i've got lunch break in an hour???
Okay, well, not really.
Her reply is a lot quicker than his, anyways.
i've got lunch break always ;)
Kyuhyun laughs and Minho's head pops up from his cubicle alarmingly fast. "What's so funny?"
Kyuhyun slides his phone into his pocket, shaking his head and focusing his eyes back on the documents in front him. "Nothing, just thought of something from earlier."
It seems to satisfy him, and Minho retreats silently back to his hole, and Kyuhyun wonders if it really has been that pitiful since Seohyun has left. Best friends is what they would always be, and the rest of them managed to catch it before Seohyun could figure it out on his own.
He doesn't have to tell the three of them when she finally moves out. It speaks for itself.
Kyuhyun sighs and tilts back a little too far back in his chair, almost falling backwards when he thinks of Younha's laugh and manages to catch himself at the last second.
Younha brings him to the little bakery down the street of his office building. It's small, and quiet, and she knows the girl working the counter by name. She orders for Kyuhyun before he can open his mouth and decides against the banana bread before settling on the rice cake. He wonders how she knows he doesn't like bananas.
"You should come sing with me," is the first thing she says when they finally sit down.
Kyuhyun doesn't really have a response to that.
"Your voice seems quite nice, and I take it you like music?"
"One night of karaoke doesn't let you know all that," he responds, and Younha smiles, taking a sip of her coffee even though it isn't all that cold outside. She isn't wearing her trench coat, but the sleeves of her dress are all the way up to his wrist and Kyuhyun doesn't care to recall.
"Ah, but I'm a singer, so I would know all that."
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, but she pokes at the smile forming on his face anyways and her touch is cool and soft. He holds back from taking her hand and Seohyun's hands were long and thin, just like hers.
"I don't think singing would fit me."
"You won't know if you've never tried!"
He ponders telling her about Seohyun, about nine to five jobs and singing careers and hundreds of thousands of crowds, flashing lights and maybe a hand to hold through the whole process.
Instead, Kyuhyun tells her the rice cake is too dry and they should try something different next time. Younha doesn't seem to disagree.
The next time they meet is at his apartment.
It's a little strange, the way it happens, but there's a knocking on the door and Younha is there and her hands are in the pockets of her dress, green trench hanging just above the hem of her dress as she rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet. She's smiling and the corner of her lips is smudged with lipstick.
"Hi."
"Hello."
"What are you doing here?"
Younha grins, a blush tinting her cheeks, and she's kind of cute like this, nervous and jumpy and a little bit of beautiful. "I bumped into Jonghyun the other day walking home, he said he was coming to your apartment and he told me where you lived. Not that I asked, or anything, but-"
"It's okay, I gotcha," and Kyuhyun pulls her inside, shutting the door behind him and sitting her down on the couch. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, I'm okay. This is a cute little place you've got here." Younha winks at him, standing up and strolling through the living room, and Kyuhyun suddenly feels self-conscious about his apartment, small and lonely and he wonders what Seohyun would've said.
He shouldn't thinking about Seohyun, anyways.
Younha discovers the piano shoved to the corner, small in scale and there only because Seohyun had forced him to buy it. Piano had been her speciality, long fingers and hair swinging back and forth, pretty music and a pretty voice to accompany it. Kyuhyun holds the memory and it is broken by Younha suddenly playing, her voice soft as she hums a tune he isn't familiar with.
Kyuhyun watches her play and her hair is cropped, fingers short and the elegance of Seohyun completely disarray. He likes it a little better.
"You should sing with me," she says when she's done, and Kyuhyun smiles at her.
"No, thanks. You sound better by yourself anyways."
She rolls her eyes, hitting one last key before standing and walking towards him, hands once again in the pockets of her dress. "Oh, well. Your loss."
He laughs, and he almost misses it when she leans up and presses a quick peck against his cheek, red coloring her cheeks when she pulls back. Kyuhyun blinks, and then Younha is pulling open the door, her voice not so loud anymore.
"I'll be off, now," and she smiles at him one last time before skipping out the door.
He watches her until she's no longer in sight, but his cheeks are still burning and it's been a while since Kyuhyun felt like this.
Changmin has vowed to never leave him alone about Younha.
It's gotten around that Jonghyun told her where Kyuhyun lived, and it's twenty minutes past their lunch break but Changmin is still sitting at his desk, Minho leaning against one side of his cubicle, and Jonghyun standing at the doorway looking very apologetic.
"So did she come over? Did you guys 'do the do?'"
Kyuhyun shoots him a look, and even Minho looks unamused, usually enamored with Changmin's stupid way with words. "What are you, twelve? Who the hell says that anymore?"
"I do. But whatever, just tell me what happened!"
"Nothing happened, we're just friends and that is all."
"I doubt that is all," Changmin responds, but Jonghyun shoots him a look and Changmin raises his hands in defeat after all his arguing, leaning back against Kyuhyun's desk and crumpling all his papers. Kyuhyun sighs but it isn't the end of that.
They leave work early and Younha just happens to be waiting at a bench nearby, legs swinging back and forth, and it is Minho that points her out before he notices himself.
"Kyuhyun!"
Changmin grins and even Jonghyun is hiding a smile, and Kyuhyun waves at her, heat rising in his cheeks because he does not want his friends to see this. "Younha, what's up?"
"I had to show you something, if you weren't busy." She turns to his friends, a giggling mess behind the both of them, and Kyuhyun wishes he were hiding under a giant rock right now. Or dead, maybe, either one would be fine. "Do you guys mind if I steal him away?"
"No, no, of course not." Changmin shoves him forward, still grinning, and Kyuhyun hears Minho squeal from the back. "Steal him, keep him forever if you must."
Younha laughs and links her arm with Kyuhyun, and he sighs in relief because she isn't completely freaked out. If karaoke wasn't enough, this should be, but she just waves her fingers at them and then they are off, and Kyuhyun is pretty sure it takes all of Jonghyun's efforts to make Minho and Changmin not follow him from their office building.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see." Younha winks at him, and then her arm drops from his, pulling his hand into hers instead and Kyuhyun thinks he likes this a little more.
They walk for what feels like forever before she finally stops at the window of a little crafts shop, unlit and empty on the inside. Younha lets go of his hand and steps towards the glass, one hand resting in front of a trinket, and Kyuhyun watches as she smiles, sadly and completely un-Younha-like. The sleeve of her trench coat slips from where her hand is resting, and Kyuhyun notices the red marks again, angry and dark, signs of something more and something dangerous and he wants to hold her hand and never let go.
She stands this for a couple of minutes, just staring into the empty store, until she sighs and pulls back, eyes a little wet.
"I guess it's closed. We can come back another time."
Younha grabs his hand and pulls him forward once more, and then she is back to her regular personality and he doesn't dwell it on the rest of their trip.
He wonders later that night if maybe he should've asked her. Kyuhyun was always late on realizations, anyways.
A week goes past and he doesn't hear from Younha. Kyuhyun doesn't have the nerve to text her first, because it's always been her that initiated everything, but it's when Jonghyun finally asks what their issue is when he finally decides maybe he should do something.
Kyuhyun hovers in front of the little crafts store she had taken him to earlier, staring inside at the slow movement and the dim yellow lights.
The trinket is gone, but he doesn't think it was the item itself that meant anything more than it was the store, and it takes all his guts but Kyuhyun finally steps inside and it is exactly the place Seohyun would have fallen in love with. Pretty, simple, music playing that sounds like her own and he would like it too if Younha hadn't been tearing up in front of the same shop only days earlier.
No one approaches him, no greetings, the only sound the whirr of the fan and the occasional shuffle of the lady working at the counter.
Kyuhyun shuffles through bags and scarves and clothes and trinkets of all sorts, little animals and bigger figurines, and it isn't until twenty minutes into his search that he finally finds something with her in mind.
"Would it be weird to give a girl a ring if you haven't kissed her yet?"
The lady at the register is unnerved, and Kyuhyun wonders if maybe she hears these kinds of questions often. "As long as it's not meant to be a proposal, it should be fine."
It's a small, delicate ring, a shattered blue color and just enough to fit around her stubby fingers, and he buys it after the reassurance without a second glance.
Seohyun loved rings, he thinks later. He wonders if it was a coincidence.
He's sitting at the piano in his apartment, a song playing on the radio that Kyuhyun's been trying to match for the past hour but quite obviously falling. Seohyun had called him earlier that day, updated him with her whereabouts and her musical doings, and her voice had a sort of luster that he didn't remember existing when she used to live with him.
Kyuhyun finds it hard to not be happy for her and he thinks the smile is genuine, and the words are too, when he tells her he's glad she's found something new.
When the cluttering of picture frames ensues and there's an ungraceful tumble on to the couch from the balcony window, his first reaction is to slam his fingers on the piano and groan frustratedly. "Can't you see I'm trying to practice here?!" he shouts, and it's probably not the best thing to say when someone is trying to break into his house.
Kyuhyun turns back, face probably turning all shades of angry red, and there is a worn looking Go Younha, grinning widely like she hasn't just broken in through the balcony of his apartment.
"Well, by all means, you continue practicing. I'll just sit here and watch."
"Wait, no, I just… I was trying to - what?"
Younha laughs at his flustered state, moving towards him to join him on the small piano bunch. "Sorry for the sudden intrusion. There were some workers outside your apartment, and I guess I was just feeling a little daring anyways." She smiles at him, eyes glittering the way they weren't the week before, and Kyuhyun finds himself smiling in the back in the way he wouldn't normally either.
"It's alright, I guess. What are you doing here anyways?"
"Well," Younha sighs, tugging at the sleeves of her trench coat - he's rarely ever seen her without it, and if she wasn't, Kyuhyun wonders if he'd still be able to recognize her (stupid question, of course he would, it's just a coat) - "I just wanted to tell you that I think you should go for it. Singing at the substation with me. I mean, I know it's kind of forced and whatever, but your voice is really nice and sometimes you can just tell when someone was made to, I don't know, perform."
She takes his hand, then, gripping it softly and looking up at him. "Just once, maybe, you know? Maybe you'll end up liking it."
Kyuhyun grips her hand back, when suddenly he remembers the gift and rushes up from the piano stand, calling back to her to wait one second! before running into his bedroom and pulling out the little jewelry box he's been storing the ring in.
He runs back and she looks really amused, twinkling pupils and lips stretched to one side of her mouth. "What's so important?"
"I - I got you this," Kyuhyun voices, breathless, handing her the box and suddenly wondering if this is as appropriate as he had assumed it to be in his head.
Younha opens the box and her jaw drops a little when she sees what's inside.
"What, are you proposing or something? We haven't even kissed!"
"No," Kyuhyun chuckles nervously, taking the box from her hand and pulling the ring out, "no, it's not like that, I just… I went into the crafts store the other day thinking of you, how you looked so sad in front of it. And I saw this, and I thought if fit you, and I… I don't know. It was on impulse. I'm sorry."
Younha laughs, taking the ring from his hand, slipping it on to her ring finger and admiring the way it glows under the light. "Don't apologize, I love it. It's perfect."
He breathes a sigh of relief, hand over his chest in mock terror as he works up the nerve to take her hand. Younha lets him and Kyuhyun likes how her hands are kind of sweaty too, and this doesn't have to be as romantic as in all the movies.
"You know," he begins, "I had this old friend, someone I've known since way back when I was a kid. We sang together all the time and we promised each other we would never fall into," Kyuhyun waves his free hand around, trying to search for the right words, "into, I don't know, a typical office job, and when we finally grew older and decided that was the only thing to really do, she… She left. It was kind of sudden, I guess. Suddenly she decided she wasn't having this way and she was going to be a singer, an artist, through and through, and I didn't know whether to follow her or stay, and so I did what I knew best." Kyuhyun swallows. "I stayed. And I've regretted it since."
Younha squeezes his hand, leaning her head against his shoulder and she is warm and soft and the cup of warm coffee that keeps him up in the night. "That store that we went to, it was similar to a store my parents owned. They were completely against a music lifestyle and I left them, and I felt like I had spent my whole life searching for people that weren't there."
She rolls up the sleeves to one side of her trench coat, and Kyuhyun recognizes the red scars, razor thin lines that have faded to a soft pink, different from the angry, searing ones from before.
"I used to - I mean, I think I used to, at least, just… Do this to myself. I don't remember doing it, and I don't remember why, and I don't remember how, but it was some sort of differentiation, that I was allowed to be whoever I wanted without guidance."
Younha smiles and grabs his hand again, and Kyuhyun notices the way she leaves her sleeves rolled up, her cuts all in display for him to see. "I've stopped, now, but it was because something significant in my life. And you," she starts again, looking up to meet his gaze, brush the bangs away from his eyes, "you shouldn't do the same. You shouldn't regret anything."
Kyuhyun smiles back at her, taking the hand from his forehead into his own hand, holding on to it tightly, and she no longer reminds him of Seohyun, of musical artists and unlived dreams.
She is her own person, Go Younha, and when he finally leans down to kiss her, brush the blue ring against her finger, it's the first thing he's done in a long time that he hasn't regretted.
Kyuhyun comes by the substation later after work to watch her play.
He hides behind his sunglasses and an ill-fitting hat, leaning against the wall opposite her, and she looks best like that, eyes close and legs crossed on the floor. She's strumming her guitar softly but she isn't singing this time, and there are a couple of children sitting in front of her to watch her play.
There's a bare hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and he thinks she might know he's standing back there, watching her.
His favorite part is that Younha is wearing her green trench coat, but the sleeves are rolled all the way up and she is not a new person. She is the same old Younha, and she lives up to the courage he'd thought she was for so long.
The hours pass and it isn't until she finally opens her eyes and winks at him that Kyuhyun realizes maybe he's fallen a little deeper than he had imagined.
They're sitting in his apartment, Younha on the piano and Kyuhyun sitting on the floor, singing along to the songs he recognizes and humming to the ones he doesn't.
"You know," he voices, when she's stretching her arms and the piano has come to a halt, "I don't think I'd mind singing with you, if you still wanted."
Younha's scream almost breaks his eardrums and he wonders if he'll still be able to sing after that.
("we saw you singing at the substation the other day."
kyuhyun feels himself turning red, deciding to concentrate directly on the paperwork in front of him rather than look behind him. jonghyun pats him on the back in some sort of attempted comfort. "it was kind of cute, i thought."
minho and changmin burst out giggling, and kyuhyun turns to glare at them, but that only prompts them further, minho breaking out into an obnoxious laugh and changmin following suit soon afterwards. "yeah, and it was also kind of gay!"
minho has long gone and lost his maturity (if he ever had it, that is) and kyuhyun pushes his chair back, deciding it'd probably be best to take an early lunch break instead of attempting to argue. changmin says something and then pats kyuhyun's butt on his way out, and kyuhyun decides he really hates his friends.
changmin and minho, at least.
but younha is waiting for him outside, guitar slung on her back and trench coat tied around her waist, and if anything at least he still has her and her pretty face.
he ignores minho and changmin's wolf calls from the third floor of his office and younha's voice was much more pleasing to his ears, anyways.)
requests of the day
chanyeol/seohyun
kai/sehun