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The first time they met, Kyuhyun disliked him on sight.
Not only that this man was inappropriately attired for the occasion (even if the bride only laughed at his T-shirt and jeans and leather jacket), he also did not bother to snuff his cigarette out in the presence of the happy couple.
Kyuhyun could not stand people who smoked in public. And some of this sentiment probably showed on his face, because the man looked at him and smirked.
Kyuhyun looked away with a huff.
To further cement his dislike, the smiling bride then introduced them to each other as fellow singers—and it was really, really hard not to curl his lips at this—because, really? He could already imagine this man screaming himself hoarse in front of a horribly noisy band, and could not help but feel a little indignant for being put on the same level.
However, this was a wedding. It would not do to offend his friend's new beautiful wife on her wedding day, and so Kyuhyun held his tongue and politely offered his hand for a greeting.
There was no doubt, however, that the other man had noticed. The smile on his face as they shook hands was cold. Kyuhyun felt his cheeks heating up in mortification. After all, his prejudiced thoughts were inappropriate, not to mention rude, when he barely even knew the man. And despite so many layers of prejudice that often shaped his opinions, the truth was Kyuhyun truly disliked offending people.
But it wasn't until the man stepped up to present a song for the newlyweds that Kyuhyun realised how wrong he had been.
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Kijoon would be lying if he said that he didn't feel a little bit smug after his performance.
He knew he sounded good, and the song really showcased his skill and the quality of his voice. If he also happened to feel a tiny bit of satisfaction for showing that haughty kid his place, then it was only natural.
What he didn't expect, however, was to find the same kid approaching him as soon as he had finished. Kijoon was wandering around the drinks table, busy weighing between no less than fifteen available choices, when the soft, timid voice interrupted his deliberation.
"Um, hello," the younger man spoke quickly, his face strangely pink, "I just want to say that... earlier, your singing was really good and..." The colour deepened, and for some reason, Kijoon found it increasingly fascinating. "And I'm sorry if I may have conveyed... if I may have offended you earlier." A low, hasty bow followed. "I'm really sorry."
Kijoon could only stare in astonishment as the young man quickly turned around and escaped into the crowd in the middle of the ballroom. He certainly had not expected that, but well, it wasn't exactly an unpleasant surprise. Chuckling to himself, Kijoon shrugged it off and returned his attention to the many choices of food and drink on the table, the matter already forgotten.
Until the same kid took to the stage, opened his mouth, and sang.