you make me smile | neo. ✓

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His head was so round and fluffy and–

Wait, what are you thinking? Snap out of it, Taekwoon. You don't care about how fluffy Hakyeon's and how good it felt to touch. You don't.

Why did he keep thinking about Hakyeon? He shook his head, trying to subside the strange thoughts from his mind.

"Hey hyung," he turned to his younger brother, Hyuk. They had a five years' age gap, but they got along quite well. Although, the younger could get a bit out of hand sometimes.

"Yeah?" he asked, wondering what the younger wanted because he only ever bothered him when he wanted something.

"Can I borrow a little money? I promise I'll give it back to you," the younger assured.  What did he say? Taekwoon rolled his eyes.

"That's what you said last time, and the time before that," he remarked with his trademark deadpan tone.

"This time will be different, I swear! Please, please, please," the younger pleaded, elongating the word. He had those puppy eyes. Hyuk knew they always worked on him and he hated the younger for it. Really.

"How much?" Taekwoon asked with a sigh of exasperation. Sometimes, he felt he was too soft.

"20,000?" Hyuk asked in a hopeful tone. He sighed and reached for his wallet in his back pocket. He fished out two 10,000 Won notes and held them out before pulling them back when the younger reached for them.

"Last time, I mean it, Hyuk-ah. If you want money next time, you better go find yourself a job," he warned the younger. All he did was hang out with his friends all the time. He'd chose not to go to university, so he might as well try and do some job searching. At least that's what he would've done if he was in Hyuk's place. Of course, he wasn't Hyuk, but still.

"Thanks hyung, you're the best!" The younger exclaimed in joy, grabbing the notes from his hand and bolting out the door.

Taekwoon looked in the mirror.

"Ugh! Stop smiling! It's annoying!"

It was the first time he heard something like that.


• • •


"Would you like to drink in the VIP section?" He asked a woman sitting at the bar.

"Oh, um..." she started, but he wasn't paying attention that much.

Taekwoon watched the crowd closely, making sure everything was going right, when he noticed him. Had he been looking out for him?

Ah, he was looking his way.

The blonde waved at him with his free arm, the other one being around the girl he was with. Taekwoon waved back, though he couldn't help but noticed a hint of pink flushing the male cheeks. Was he blushing? He decided to dismiss the thought, but when he turned back to the woman he was speaking to, there was no one there.

He glanced at the blonde again, and noticed him laughing, pointing at him. For some reason, it irritated him. He walked over to the blonde and the woman he was with, which was the same one he had been talking to. How did she get to Hakyeon so quickly?

"Let's go to the VIP section," he said, resting his large hand on her small head.

"Okay, let's go!" She exclaimed in excitement, forgetting all about the blonde that was beside her. He also had that kind of effect on women. He wrapped and arm around her smaller frame and escorted her to the VIP section.

"Yah!" He heard the blonde shout out in anger. Taekwoon turned around and smirked smugly.

"What the hell!? God, that face pisses me off!" Hakyeon cried out in frustration. Taekwoon just ignored the blonde and turned back around.

He could feel himself smiling and he didn't know how to stop.


• • •


It was almost time for close and Taekwoon was helping in putting all the chairs and tables back. He went to the locker room to check everything was in place and noticed the tanned male crouching on the floor near the lockers. Curious, he walked to the male whilst stretching his shoulders because he was so tired.

"Is everything alright? We're about to close," he informed him.

"I lost my locker key," The tanned male answered in response, though he looked a little dazed.

"Oh, I see. I can open it for you for 5,000 Won, though," he suggested.

"I don't...have any money right now." The blonde said, a frown plastered on his face. Oh.

"You must have it at home, right?" When he noticed his lips still turned down, he guessed he didn't.

"I'm sort of low on money right now. Plus, my house keys and smartphone are inside the locker," the tanned male was pouting now. How cute. No. This is not the time.

He crouched down next to the blonde and whispered, "I'll cover it."

"Wait. Won't you get in trouble if you do that?" Hakyeon inquired, and if possible, frowning even more if that was possible.

"Yeah. If anyone finds out, I'll be killed, so keep it a secret," Taekwoon said, placed his index finger to his lips to silence the blonde. "Wait a second." He stood up from the ground and walked away to get his wallet so he could get the money, and some paper and pen.

When he returned, he noticed the blonde sitting at the bar.

"Here," he said, sliding the piece of paper and pen, along with his keys and phone to the blonde, "write your name, phone number and address on this. Sorry, it's the rules." Hakyeon just nodded and started writing down his details. Taekwoon watched over the blonde.

Cha Hakyeon. What a unique name, he thought to himself.

"You have a unique name, I don't think I've heard anyone with the name Cha," Taekwoon stated straightforwardly.

"I don't think it's that unique..." he trailed off. He handed the paper back. There was a pause. "Hey, um, thanks for...you know, doing this, Mr..." He was blushing again. So cute.

"Oh, you can just call me Taekwoon," he finished for the blonde. Hakyeon looked up at him with widened eyes.

"Oh, okay," Hakyeon said. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six," he answered, wondering why the blonde was asking him.

"Oh, we're the same age. I guess we can drop the formalities then," he said, grinning. He stood up from the seat and pocketed his phone and keys. "Thanks again, Taekwoon-ah." He repeated before turning to leave.

He blushed at the affection term and watched the blonde exit the club. Whilst he continued to pack up, he couldn't help but think how attractive Hakyeon looked when he smiled.


• • •


"Taekwoon-ah!" He turned to call of his voice only to notice it was Hakyeon. He walked towards the tanned male, wondering what he wanted.

"Hakyeon-ah," his heart started to beat faintly. That was the first time he'd called the blonde like that. He felt this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Hakyeon beckoned him to bend down so he obeyed and waited in anticipation.

"About the money I owe you," the blonde whispered into his ear.

"Yes?" He said.

"I won't have it next month either. ~" He continued. Taekwoon turned to him and just looked at the blonde for a moment.

"Then why are you still here?" He questioned, because that's what Hakyeon always came for, isn't it?

"I don't come here because I want to have it all the time!" He cried out in anger.

"So most of the time?" Taekwoon asked, blinking once.

"No, what is wrong with you?!" He shouted in a whisper, realising a few set of eyes settling on them. "Besides, there's gonna be so many events coming up next month, I don't want to miss them!"

"What a party animal," he remarked, causing Hakyeon to glare at him, and he was about to protest, but he interrupted him, "Never mind about that. And it's fine. You don't have to pay me back." It was only 5,000 Won, he could gain that back today anyway, since it was pay day.

"What? But...5,000 Won is a lot!" Hakyeon argued in protest.

"It's not that much. Plus, you don't have it, right?" Maybe he shouldn't have said that. That frown is back on his face again. "You always come here anyway, so it's fine."

"Do-do you get hungry in the morning, after you finish work?" Hakyeon blurted.

"...yes," he answered.

"Then, I'll pay you back by making you delicious food every morning." The blonde stated, with a look of determination on his face, though he could still see a hint of blush.

"What?" He was baffled as to where that even came from.

"Breakfast! You're a normal human, right?"

"What kind of a question is that? Of course, I'm a normal human." He replied with a raise brow.

"Then you must get hungry in the morning, right?" Why did he have to be so loud?

"I guess so..." he answered, confused as to where this way going.

"I promise it will be delicious!" He assured with that determined look again. He guessed it couldn't hurt to agree. "Are you listening to me?"

"Alright," Taekwoon answered, smiling.