victon seungwoo x seungsik

wish upon a star

seungwoo was going to ruin yet another party, when the one thing he loathes stops him

~ inspo ~

dOra maar - onlyoneof

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   He would be lying if he said he was allowed here. He believed if there was no sign or angry looking poster that said 'No punks with blue hair allowed!!', he was free to roam as he pleased; the people around him didn't seem to like that however.

  But, as the boy glided down the freshly clipped lawn with his third glass of champagne,he had on the most cunning of smirks. He knew what he was doing would get him thrown into a puddle of mud, dirtying his favorite dress shirt - it was a light lilac color and frilly around the neck, a complete contrast from his sly grin and rich blue hair, yet that's what makes him stand out even more.

  Yet he loved it. Seungwoo loved the lingering stares of disgust; basked in the toxic murmurs; relished in the glares and sneers, and most of all, enjoyed toying with the rich and powerful.

   Call it a hobby if you will, but to Seungwoo, it's his life.

   As he coasted around a table, he picked up one of the menus and turned it over in his palm; it read Kang Inc.. Seungwoo raised both brows and pocketed it.

   "Didn't think the Kangs were party people." He flicked his eyes up at the starless sky. "Then again, the Heos weren't gamblers."

   Tonight is an particularly different night. Not because the Kang family was hosting one of the biggest birthday parties for an 18 year old Seungwoo has ever seen, but because he hasn't seen the party's star the entire night. Maybe that's why the sky is this cloudy, Seungwoo thought as he stared aimlessly into a patio light, it's reflecting what's below it: a party without its sparkle.

   He fell against a marble statue, scanning the crowd for his next victim, when he heard a noise behind him. Seungwoo tensed, his hand already itching to reach into his shirt when the noise poked it's head around.

   "I don't think you're allowed to be here." The voice belonged to a boy with a head of soft white hair and broad shoulders.

   Seungwoo scoffed. "You think?" He gestured outward.

   "Why are you here then? My father only gave out invites to certain people." He's the Kang son. Seungwoo looked the boy up and down; not bad looking coming from the troll that is Kang Sehung, he thought. Well put together as well. He couldn't help but glance at the studded choker around his neck.

   He took a sip of his champagne. "Maybe I was one of those certain people."

   "Impossible. I oversaw all the invitations." The boy shifted to stand square in front of Seungwoo. Defiance; he thinks it looks cute on him.

   "Why do you want to know so bad? Am I that intriguing?"

   He was waiting for the typical blush to appear, but was pleasantly surprised when the boy planted his hands on his hips.

   "More so suspicious. You have the whole party eyeing you like you're some criminal."

   "The more eyes the better, I always say." Seungwoo downed the last of his drink and placed the glass on the ground. "And besides, I'm making this party all the more fun."

   The boy huffed and cast his head sideways. When the hazy yellow light caught his face, Seungwoo's eyes widened, though it was so slight that no one could have noticed. His hair fell into his eyes, his nose swooped into a pair of lips that looked as soft as rose petals, and his eyes sparkled, almost as if a jewel was set in the blinding sun.

   "Well," The boy grasped his arm, and the older's breath caught in his throat. "Why don't we make it exciting."

   Seungwoo was dragged away in a flash of white and purple; he was taken around the pristinely cut hedges and down a tiny set of stairs to a metal bench overgrown with vines and moss. They had not walked - well, Seungwoo being pulled - far, but the music faded to a light drone and the chatter of the other guests was but a whisper of the wind.

   The boy plopped onto the bench with his hand still coiled around Seungwoo's forearm. He looked up, slightly out of breath. "Aren't you going to sit?"

  "This is the fastest I've been taken to a make-out spot. New record."

   The boy made a face and heaved. "You really thought I was going to kiss you?"

   "Then what are we here for? And just say I'm ugly, no need to make that face."

   "To talk, of course."

   Seungwoo dropped onto the bench in disbelief. "Really. Talk?!"

   The boy nodded vigorously.

   "Then why did you say and hint otherwise?" He looked down and shook off the younger's hand. "Really misleading."

   "To cause a scene. Make people look. Stare." The boy turned towards Seungwoo, sliding his leg onto the bench.

   "As if they weren't already doing that! You'll get me arrested." He thwacked the other and slouched against the wood. "They'll think I kidnapped you."

   "Bullshit." Seungwoo looked up at the boy through his bangs; his eyes were a mix of determination and playfulness, and it sent his stomach to his feet. "I can talk my way out of that."

   "Really? You seem fairly sure of yourself."

   "And besides, I've done this before, so it's not like -"

   "And I thought I was special." Seungwoo threw his arms into the air. The boy chuckled, and when he did, the smile he wore made the other gulp.

   You can't be falling for the governor's son, Han Seungwoo, you'll ruin his name.

   "So can you tell me why you brought me here?" He glanced sideways at the other. "For real."

   The boy sighed and blew white wisps of hair out of his eyes. "That party was beginning to suffocate me. Don't get me wrong, I love the attention -"

   "Sure you do." Seungwoo crossed his legs and straightened up.

   "Do you have anything against me?! Why do you keep sounding so...bored?"

   "You're rich, you get everything handed to you of a silver platter, nothing is of a real challenge, you tell me." He arched a brow, and boy opened and closed his mouth like a dying fish.

   "I'll come back to that. But to continue my answer, the party started to turn sour." He hooked a hand around his neck. "It was becoming more of a brag, a dig to everyone whose wronged my father. He wanted to show me off." He looked up from his lap and locked eyes with Seungwoo. "My father wanted to prove to every other rich asshole that his son was the best, the most handsome, the smartest; so he organized this party, all for himself, without a glance my way, a simple 'hey, do you like this pattern?'. Nothing."

   The boy's lips zipped shut and his eyes darted around, seemingly embarrassed to confide something so troubling to someone who doesn't seem to care; but, the curl of Seungwoo's lips fell. To hopefully lessen the now painfully awkward atmosphere, Seungwoo looked around too; he now realized he was dragged to the side of the governor's house, facing the crescent stone drive and a sea of black limousines. He looked up and found the sky to be clear and glittering with stars, as if it was twinkling in joy.

   "I never knew wealthy people had problems." He looked at the boy to find him frowning back, mean and stubborn looking. "That's a first."

  He smacked Seungwoo's arm so hard he yelped. "You were the first person to not address me formally, so I took my chance."

   "To whisk me away from such a fun party?" The boy moaned theatrically and Seungwoo barked out a laugh. "I should have called you by name then, so I didn't miss the cake slicing, or whatever dumb shit you rich do."

   A snicker that sounds like leaves rustling in the wind. "You're not that far off."

   Silence washed over them like a light mist, and when the older looked up, he saw a streak of white slice through the glittering sky; a shooting star, what perfect timing.

   "Happy birthday, by the way."

   "You're one of the first to wish me such, not including my aunt." He didn't need to look over to know the boy saw the shooting star also, and that he was genuinely smiling.

   It was quiet - the boy toying with the laces of his leather shoes and Seungwoo staring at the sky - until a parade of voices sounded to their right. The boy shot up and pulled the other up with him. He thrust a crumpled napkin into Seungwoo's chest and pulled him close, so close that the latter could smell the perfume that still lingered on his collar.

   "Those are my father's men. Such a pity that they search for me now, just when we arrived on good terms." He poked the napkin plastered to the other's chest between his fingers. "Meet me there tomorrow at noon. And don't be afraid, no one will be there to judge."

   "Why would I be afraid?" Seungwoo grinned. "You're the one that looks like a spooked deer."

   The boy mirrored the grin. "And you look like you're never going to see me again."

   He dashed off before Seungwoo could slip in another snarky remark, and when the footsteps hurdled towards him and shouts became so loud he barred his teeth, he peeled the napkin off his chest to read it.

I know who you are, Han Seungwoo. And no, I'm not doing this to win the respect of the other wealthy sons. I'm curious. Find me in the sweets shop on Brads Way at noon. Don't be late.

— Kang Seungsik

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