overview: you and wooyoung have a⊠complicated friendship, to say the least. what happens at the bar one night when he tries a little too hard to get under your skin and make you admit that you want him just as bad as he wants you?
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genre: sub!wooyoung, softdom!reader, smut, frenemies to lovers, college au, fluff if you squint
word count: 6.4k
authorâs note: this is the first part of a three-part series iâm working on. part two is coming soon, and thatâs where things are going to get REALLY heated⊠this is basically the buildup to that :) hope you enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated! again, minors please do NOT interact with this post.Â
synopsis: your childhood best friend wooyoung decides to move in with you in the middle of your college degree, and now you just have to live with him and hide your very romantic feelings for him in the fear it would ruin your friendship.
The problem with your best friend Wooyoung was that his love language was physical touch.
And as someone who was deeply in love with their best friend, you weren't in quite an optimal situation- especially when that said best friend was going to move into your apartment until he found one for himself.
You found yourself irrationally panicking because of a number of reasons. First of all, your two-bedroom apartment was a mess right now. Secondly, there was only one bed, and having been childhood friends with Wooyoung which involved a lot of sleepovers, you knew he was going to get in your bed and make you sleep with him, so you had to somehow avoid that. And third...
You were positive he would notice you being all jumpy around him, and that couldn't end well.
You paused in the middle of cleaning the kitchen counter, wondering how you landed yourself in this shithole of one-sided feelings that you still didn't dare tell anyone about. You had been friends since elementary school with Wooyoung, your families being friends as well, and it was quite natural for the adults that you two got along so well, having sleepovers and what not.
And you could see why. Wooyoung, being the social butterfly that he was, had everyone wrapped around his fingers. Everyone, including you, adored him, and for good reasons. He was a good soul, and the world really needed more people like Wooyoung.
However... it was senior year of high school when you started realizing the feelings you had for Wooyoung might be crossing the boundaries of 'best friends'. It was the way you loathed the idea of Wooyoung going out with a girl that was not you, not because you had other intentions but because you knew none of those girls were good enough for Wooyoung and they would break his heart, and you did not want the light in Wooyoung's eyes and his smile to dim.
It was the way you yourself couldn't stomach the idea of going out with a boy who wasn't Wooyoung- because it was so comfortable with Wooyoung who knew you inside out, whose touch didn't scare you, whose hugs and kisses you never (okay, sometimes) got tired of. You would flinch when someone else touched you. You found your dates very, very boring. And you would always end up comparing the boys to Wooyoung.
And that had been the moment when you caught yourself comparing everyone with Wooyoung that you realized... and you were kinda glad that high school was over and you might part ways for college- only because you needed some time away from him to clear your head because the last thing you wanted was to ruin your friendship with him.
So when you moved out for college to another city, Wooyoung went to another city too, the two of you apart for the first time, which is when you started regretting being away from him because you missed him so much and two years into college but you still didn't have a friend like Wooyoung.
So it was quite a surprise to you when Wooyoung announced that now that he was done with his two years degree, he was moving to your city to pursue further studies and job and that he was moving with you right away so he wouldn't waste his holidays and find himself an apartment and a job.
Though the two of you called often, the last time you met was four months ago when you both were in your hometown, and you had been positive that you had your romantic feelings for Wooyoung under control. But now that you were going to be seeing him everyday...
You were not so sure anymore.
You prayed he had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, anyone. You prayed he was taken so you would have a reason to not think about him like that. Though your heart hurt at the thought, you knew it was necessary.
Making sure your house was neat, you went to your room to change, taking a shower and drying your hair, wearing a plain black T shirt with ripped jeans so if the two of you went out for dinner, you'd simply have to don a jacket over it. You did find yourself applying light makeup and fret over your hair because, well, you should appear good to someone who was meeting you after a long time.
He shouldn't have to see you in your usual messy state just yet, though he was the person used to seeing you in that state the most.
You heard your phone ring and immediately picked up when you read Wooyoung's name on it.
"I'm downstairs, what's your apartment number?"
You found yourself at the door, waiting for him to come and ring the bell, then ditched the idea and just went outside, waiting for him because gosh, you missed your best friend so much.
And the ding of the elevator was the best sound you'd heard in a while, your face stretching into a big smile when you saw Wooyoung-
He had changed, a lot.
Wooyoung immediately ran to you, you mirroring his actions as he crashed you in a hug, laughing loudly and patting your back, kissing your temple and breaking the hug to look at you.
"You look different! Did you get a hair cut?"
"I did," you smiled, "And you dyed your hair! Why haven't I seen this, Jung Wooyoung?"
"I wanted to surprise you," he laughed, wriggling his brows, and you scanned him- he suddenly felt so much taller and-
"Have you been working out?!"
Wooyoung smirked, taking two steps back and flaunting his muscles, shrugging off his jacket. You wowed, shaking your head.
"I bet the girls were all over you."
"They were," he grinned, and you smiled, motioning him to come inside, taking his small bag, "The rest of my stuff arrives tomorrow."
"Good," you said, "So. What do you wanna eat?"
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"This is so good," Wooyoung mumbled through his stuffed mouth, and you scoffed, putting another piece of meat in his bowl, "This is the place you love, right?"
"You can see why," you dipped your meat in a sauce, "The smell alone makes my knees weak."
"I can tell," Wooyoung grinned, "So, tell me how life has been these past four months."
You told him it had just been the usual- trying to balance studying and working and finding enough time for yourself too- going out and exploring, often alone, sitting in cafes with a book or your laptop, or if you were lucky, a friend.
"You still don't have a good friend?"
"I blame you for that," you eyed Wooyoung, "I forgot how to make friends because I never needed to. And look at you!"
"Ah, you can't exactly blame me," Wooyoung scoffed, "It's all you. You're scared that no one would be as good as me. My only fault is that I am your standard-"
You shut him when your threw your napkin at his face, making him shake his head, but the both of you noticed that you didn't deny it.
And Wooyoung did feel bad- he sometimes felt as if he really had stopped you from getting more exposure and making more friends, and he had often voiced this concern, but you had adamantly shut him down, saying you were an introvert through and through which meant you didn't like social interactions much and Wooyoung was a blessing to you because you would have been completely alone without him.
"What about you, huh? Did you make too many friends? Starting to forget about who really knows you?"
"Ay, come on. I can never," Wooyoung winked, sighing as he thought about how to word it to you, "I was... in a relationship. Didn't go well."
Your heart sank at his words, your brows furrowing in concern when you saw his face fall, "What went wrong?"
Wooyoung sipped on his water, "Well, the girl... she was my classmate. We were friends in the beginning, and she was a good friend, but then she said she wanted to try being more. And I liked her, so I thought it was a good idea. But..."
You instantly knew Wooyoung was going to hide something from you- he would always play with his earlobe when he wasn't being fully honest.
"She didn't like that I was... friends with everyone, friendly with anyone. So I ended it."
You narrowed your eyes at him, wanting to ask more but stopping because you could do that later. "If she can't accept you for who you are..."
"Exactly," Wooyoung smiled, "I know what I'm worth."
"You might think of yourself a tad bit too highly-"
"Ah, my self love has just increased tenfold ever since I broke up with her!" Wooyoung wriggled his shoulders in a silly dance and you waved your hand at him in dismissal, focusing on finishing the food.
"Are you sure you aren't in love with yourself, Wooyoung?"
"I might be," he grinned, and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he was being.
Finishing up and paying the bill, you and Wooyoung started walking back to your apartment while you told him about the city, the expenses one normally had if they lived in an apartment like yours, which you had been lucky for, the time it took to get from college to home, from home to the main city, etc.
Entering your apartment, you showed him around- one room being your bedroom where you only slept, while the other was set to be your study/workplace, two desks in the corner.
"Are you okay with this room? I practically live in this room, so I don't mind either way."
"Your bed seems comfortable," Wooyoung pouted, and you rolled your eyes at him.
"Of course it does, take that room. I'll just sleep here-"
"Here? On that thing?"
"That thing, Wooyoung, is a futon where I nap occasionally, so I really don't see the problem."
"Oh come on," Wooyoung put an arm around your shoulder, "Think about the good old times, let's sleep together."
Your heart was jumping wildly in your chest and you were positive Wooyoung could hear it. You cleared your throat, sighing. "I'm a night-owl, so you can just sleep in my room. I'll sleep with you if I have the energy to make it to my room by the time I'm done with work."
"I better find you there," Wooyoung pointed a finger at you as he said it, and you twisted his finger, making him squeal in pain.
"You kick a lot while you sleep so I'm not so sure, Wooyoung."
Wooyoung grinned, saying he was going to take a shower, and as soon as he left the room, you slumped on your futon.
Because how long could you avoid sleeping in the same bed as him?
It wasn't like you both cuddled while sleeping- you were used to sleeping at the very corner and Wooyoung would hug a pillow while he slept. But... if you avoided him now, he would surely notice.
Let's think tomorrow, you thought, sitting on your desk and resuming your work from where you left.
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"You didn't come all night."
Your heart lurched at his words, making you almost choke on your drink, but you rolled your eyes.
"Stop being so dramatic, Wooyoung," you said, watching him stuff a pancake bite and pout, "I was too tired to even make it to the futon."
"Is that so?" He raised his brow, and you raised it back, because what did he mean by that?
He sighed in dismissal, "My stuff arrives today, I'm giving them your address. Should I just check if there's an apartment in your building available for me?"
Your eyes widened and you clapped, "We could be neighbours. Or wait-"
You both looked at each other, a slow grin spreading on each other's faces, "Should we just live together like we used to imagine?"
You thought about it- you and Wooyoung had always, when little, planned to just move out together and live together to save expenses and whatnot. It wasn't a bad idea- your apartment had two rooms. And yet...
It was Wooyoung.
You dismissed the other feelings, thinking from the perspective of the best friend you've known all your life and how this could work. It wasn't going to be a problem at all- in fact, it would relax you two from worrying about half the stuff you would have worried about if you continued living alone.
"But," you groaned, "You're too loud. And you never let me focus on my work-"
"Hey, is that the reason why you'll kick me out!" Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair, clearly disappointed, but you just shrugged.
"See? Too loud: proved."
"Oh come on," Wooyoung practically cried, "We'll split the bills and all, which means we both won't have to worry about working so much anymore, and- I'll even clean the house! I know you hate cleaning! And... I'll get the groceries!"
"No, I'll get the groceries, I actually like shopping alone. And as far as cleaning is concerned... just don't wreck the house."
"Does that mean it's a yes?" Wooyoung leaned forward, his eyes eager for a positive response, and you pretended to think about it.
"If you say no, what is our friendship even worth?"
"If you act like a fucking parasite, Wooyoung, I'll kick you out."
"Yay!" Wooyoung pumped his fist in the air, almost knocking his plate over, making you put your head in your hands.
"I'll make a list of rules and you have to follow them, or else I'm kicking you out."
"I'll do the same," Wooyoung said, grabbing a pen and paper from the nearest table and you gaped at him.
"I'm still the owner, you can't kick me out."
"As a matter of fact, I can, and you'll see that I can," Wooyoung warned, and you regretted ever saying yes, smiling as he handed you a page, the both of you working on your list. You tried peeking at his, but he just hid it from you, and you started listing your own rules:
1. If you're too loud, you're out.
2. If you are too clingy, you're out.
3. If you ever wear that rose scented men's perfume that I abhor, you're out.
4. If you tease me while I'm working, you're out.
5. If you invite friends over without my permission when I'm home, you're out.
6. If you so much as bring a girl home to have xxx in my bed, you're fucking out of my life.
7. If you're loud while I'm asleep, you're out.
"Hey, why are you being so harsh, putting 'you're out' after every sentence?" Wooyoung glared at you but you just folded your arms as he read the list.
"The last time I wore that perfume was when you told me you'd kill me if I wear it again!"
"Just had to make sure," you said, urging him to read the rest.
"Why would I bring a girl here when there's you?"
"I'm sorry, what?" You raised your brow, and Wooyoung stared at you for a moment before realizing how it sounded.
"I mean," he began, "I would never bring a girl home here, I know my limits."
"Thought so, now let me read yours," you said, and Wooyoung gave you his page, titled 'Wooyoung's Rules To Live By' in bold characters, making you scoff, and you started to read it:
1. You make the breakfast, I'll take care of lunch/dinner.
2. When I want to go out with you, you won't say no unless you have work or you're dying of an illness.
"Hey, what's with rule no. 2? If I don't feel like going out, you can't convince me to."
"I can, and I will," Wooyoung simply announced, making you sigh as you continued.
3. Saturday nights are our time, no meeting other people.
4. Good luck tolerating me :D
You snorted as you finished reading that short but meaningful rule list, agreeing to it.
"Was I too harsh with mine?" You wondered.
"You were!"
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"I'm considering kicking you out, Wooyoung, how come you have so much stuff for a single person?"
"Uhh," Wooyoung scratched the back of his neck as he looked around for a place to step in the living room, finding none, "Let's save up and rent a bigger apartment?"
"Where is that one box that said fragile, let me just jump on it real quick-"
"HEY, I'm sorry, we'll figure it out!"
You glared at Wooyoung- he looked incredibly hot in a simple white shirt with jeans, his streaked hair tied in a ponytail. You hadn't seen him look better your whole life.
It had to be the reason why you gave in real quick, wondering where to start unpacking.
"Okay first of all," you said, "Since I practically live in my study room, shouldn't I just move the rest of my stuff there and let you have the room with the bed?"
"You don't need to move anything, I'm already inconveniencing you enough," Wooyoung said, and you raised an eyebrow as if to say 'glad you know'. "Let me put my clothes and stuff in the study room, and I'll set my pc on the desk next to you."
"Sounds good," you agreed, "Are these all... clothes? 5 boxes? Seriously Wooyoung?"
"And what do you know about fashion," he tsk-ed at you, "I'm gonna upgrade your wardrobe as soon as I go shopping."
"I don't buy on impulse like you, Wooyoung, which is why I'm the smarter one here occupying less space and wasting less money on trivial things."
"Whatevs," Wooyoung said haughtily, "Let's begin with the clothes."
Setting up two clothes rack in the corner of what would now be called 'Wooyoung's room', you started hanging his shirts and jackets, folding all of his trousers in one box and putting it beneath the rack to save space. Meanwhile Wooyoung started lining up his shoes and you wowed at his collection.
"That's too much, I'd throw at least 3 of them out."
"I'd throw you out before I throw my babies," Wooyoung cradled his sneakers and you sneered at him.
"Well, that makes half the stuff," you went out, noting how it was now half the boxes that were gone. "We really need a bigger apartment if we're living together, Wooyoung."
Wooyoung stood beside you, thinking. Your apartment wasn't that big, and you knew it was gonna be tough living like this because even you had no space for clothes and shoes which was why they were usually everywhere.
"Should we start looking for a bigger one when I start working? I mean, we can manage it now."
"I don't know about the living together part... I mean, think about it Wooyoung. How long can we live together?"
"Well," Wooyoung folded his arms, "We're studying for two years, right? So let's find a new apartment for two years. We don't know what the future holds. Who knows? Maybe you'll love living with me and won't want to leave me-"
"You won't want to leave me," you corrected, "I don't particularly care about leaving you behind, in case you didn't notice."
"Oh come on," Wooyoung grinned at you, "You know you love me."
"Do I?" You wondered, and Wooyoung put you in a chokehold, making you slap his arm repeatedly until he let you go.
"Rule no. 7: Chokehold me and you're out?"
Wooyoung waved a hand in dismissal, opening the box of his personal belongings, finding more stuff than he thought he'd have. He looked at you.
"Do you think I can just slide this under the bed?"
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It took another hour before you were done, deciding that yes, you'll both move to a better apartment because you had savings and wanted to keep living in this area, and Wooyoung would live with you for two years then probably move out, depending on the situation then. Since the two of you were worn out, you both were sitting shoulder to shoulder, half lying on the couch in the living room, the television on but both of you too tired to focus, waiting for food to be delivered.
"I think it's all the talking that gets me tired," you said.
"Are you saying I talk too much?"
"I'm saying you make me talk too much, dumbass," you sighed, "I'm so drained."
"Me too," Wooyoung said, sliding further down and resting his head on your shoulder, making you sigh internally.
You needed to get yourself a boyfriend so you'd stop thinking about Wooyoung.
But you weren't sure that would solve the problem, especially when Wooyoung was sitting like this, casually playing with your hands, "I don't think I said it, but thanks for letting me live with you. I was very lonely the past two years- I don't think I can live alone. I was always inviting someone for sleepovers."
You laughed lightly, patting his cheek because he was so adorable. "You really can't, can you?"
He leaned in to your touch, smiling, "This feels like I'm home. My apartment never felt like home, but this... it feels like home."
"I know what you mean," you said, agreeing because sitting here like this with him reminded you of your hometown, which you really missed.
The bell rang and Wooyoung got up, saying he'll get the food, and you cleared the table so he could place the pizza box there. As you both ate, you filled each other on gossip from your hometown, which went something like this:
"I can't believe Yunho and Mingi are finally dating. It was about fucking time."
"I'm just waiting for Seonghwa and Hongjoong to get married to someone else because if they cross 30 they'll just end up marrying each other."
"I think Yeosang has a girlfriend- there's no way he got that glow up for himself."
"San looks more and more like a playboy as he ages, I'm only okay with that because I know he's literal sunshine."
"Jongho and San's mom hang out more than the two now."
"My mom thinks I'll start going out with San only because that one time he dropped me off home when I met him four months ago."
Wooyoung laughed at that, the idea of you going out with San somehow more hilarious to him than it should have been. You eyed him as he laughed his lungs out.
"What?" You eyed him, "Do I not look like someone who would date San?"
"It's not that," he tried calming himself, "I just can't imagine it. Actually, I can't imagine you with anyone for that matter."
"Why? San is a pretty nice guy," you wondered, "And what do you mean by that, Jung Wooyoung? Am I that unattractive?"
"No, that's not what I mean, you're attractive enough," Wooyoung waved a hand at you, "It's just... I don't know what kind of a guy would make you happy, for that matter. I know you haven't had the best experiences in the past as well."
"Ugh," you pinched your nose bridge, "Do not recall the dark times."
"I literally had to drag you home because you wouldn't stop crying when you thought that guy founded you unattractive! Poor guy told me he just thought you weren't interested in him, and I had to give him a pat because he wasn't wrong."
"And what did I do for him to think I wasn't interested? He was kinda hot... what was his name again?" Wooyoung shrugged, and you continued, "Anyways, he was hotter than me definitely, and he wouldn't stop eyeing the girl that sat near us who was also hotter than me, so of course it hurt me. It was my first blind date and it was that time of the month, so don't blame me for being overly emotional."
"The problem with you, dear, is that you don't know how beautiful you are," Wooyoung said, and you looked at him- who gave him the right to say such things out loud and make your heart flutter? "Anyone who knows you knows that you're beautiful inside and out."
You smiled at him, and Wooyoung grinned, "Maybe more outside than inside, but-"
"HEY!" You slapped his arm, making him laugh out loud and apologize profusely.
"I was kidding! You know I love you and think you're beautiful, don't you?"
"I can't tell if you're joking or not anymore," you said, feeling heat creep up to your cheeks-
"Your blush says otherwise."
You gaped at him, slapping his arm again, muttering that you were going to wash up and go to bed, and once you were alone in the shower, you had to stifle the smile that made way to your face.
Wearing your PJs, you went to your room where Wooyoung had already made himself home in your bed, and you sat in front of your vanity, towel wrapped around your hair as you did your measly skincare routine.
"Tired?"
"Very," you answered, "I'm glad I worked before your stuff arrived."
"Aw, thanks for helping me out. Come on, I'll massage your shoulders as a gift."
"You don't need to," you said, but Wooyoung was already on his way, drying your hair with the towel and then massaging your shoulders, making you moan in satisfaction.
"That feel good?"
"Very," you grinned, "Learned it from my mom, didn't you?"
"Yes," he grinned back, "I can give you a back massage too."
"Nah, I'm good," you managed to say, and Wooyoung laughed, dragging you to bed with him, turning off all the lights except the dim night-light.
"This brings back memories," Wooyoung sighed, "Remember when we used to talk all night during sleepovers?"
"You did the talking, I did the listening," you said lazily, "We should do that again when I'm less sleepy."
"We will," Wooyoung promised, "I have so much to tell you."
"Me too," you smiled, welcoming sleep, feeling Wooyoung pull the covers on you.
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It was a rather busy first week with Wooyoung as a new resident. You had college in the morning, and though your work was mostly online, you still had to visit the office every once in a while. Apart from that, you were also using all the extra time you had to search for apartments, hoping to find a suitable one.
You had two things in mind you had to consider: An apartment you could afford even if you were living alone, and one feasible enough so two people could live in peace, weather it was Wooyoung or someone else.
You found three suitable ones- your favourite one out of the three was definitely one which was at quite a height, giving you a good view from the balcony. It was also the most expensive one out of the three, but nothing you couldn't afford.
You planned to take Wooyoung with you to finalize your apartment by the weekend. Wooyoung had been quite busy all week too, enrolling in college and finding work. Luckily, he had already contacted his workplace before he had arrived here, his friends already working there, so it had been easier for him.
You hadn't seen much of each other the whole week as well, but you figured it would get better once you were both settled in the new apartment. The only time you had for each other anymore was either during breakfast, where you both were too sleepy to talk much, and night where one of you already passed out somewhere before the other got home.
You were looking forward to the weekend, hoping to go out with Wooyoung, and it was definitely not because you remembered his Saturday-is-us rule. You really wanted a break, but figured Wooyoung must want it more, so you wanted to do something special for Wooyoung.
Which was why when you got home on Friday night, you waited until Wooyoung got home and asked if he had dinner, fixing something quick from the fridge so he could eat while you sat in front of him.
"This was one hell of a week and I want to go back to my hometown and sleep in my mom's lap with my little brother in my arms."
"What about your poor dad?"
"He can sleep on the couch," Wooyoung simply said, making you laugh.
"Gosh, you're such a baby. Anyways, are you free tomorrow? You know I have to show you the apartments, do you remember?"
"I do, and I'm free," Wooyoung was eating rather quickly and you told him to slow down.
"Okay, tomorrow is your day. What do you want to do? Let's do whatever you want."
Wooyoung set down his bowl, staring at you as he thought while you made faces at him to check if he was actually watching you or zoning out while he thought about it.
He was zoning out.
You saw his eyes come back to focus and he smiled, "Well, let's check out the apartments in the morning, lunch is on me, roam around in the evening and... do you wanna go clubbing?"
"Wooyoung! You know I hate clubs!"
"We need to have a drinking session and go to a bar or something!" Wooyoung practically shouted, "I don't understand why you don't drink when you're with me!"
"One of us drunk is enough, Wooyoung, two of us drunk would be a disaster," you shook your head.
"But I'm a good drinker," Wooyoung looked confused, "I can handle my drinks. You can't."
"You're a disaster anyway, drunk or not," you said, Wooyoung scoffing.
"Are you embarrassed because of that one time you couldn't stop crying when drunk-"
"That was one time!"
"That was the only time you drank with me!" Wooyoung looked disappointed and you knew why.
But he didn't need to know that the reason you had been a crying mess when drunk in front of Wooyoung was because you wanted to confess to him but held yourself back by crying because you feared it would ruin your friendship.
You didn't want to risk it again.
"Let's... keep the drinking for later," you said, hoping to delay it... two years if you could, "Let's do something else tomorrow."
"Alright," Wooyoung sighed and you breathed in relief, "We'll think of something then."
Which was how you ended up hiking at the night, trying to find a good spot to sit back and relax. 'Healing', Wooyoung called it, though you told him your feet would need actual healing after all the walking they had done today.
It had been an eventful and fun day. Wooyoung liked your choice of the apartment and you both finalized it, deciding to move in next weekend, taking note of all the things you'd need to buy for your new home. You both were pretty stoked about it, and talked about it throughout lunch- deciding to go for street food, trying different things.
You did buy some things for home when you explored the shops with Wooyoung, and decided to drop the stuff at your apartment first and freshen up before going hiking, which was Wooyoung's big plan.
After about 40 minutes of slow hiking, you reached the spot Wooyoung had showed you in pictures- and you had to admit, it was a good spot. The view was spectacular, especially with the full moon shining down on the lit city. The slow breeze caressed your skin and you stretched, Wooyoung taking out snacks from his bag and handing a chocolate to you.
"You better be carrying me on your back when we go down or give my feet a massage," you joked, Wooyoung smacking your thigh.
"Going down is easier, don't be so dramatic."
"It's a nice spot though," you admitted, "I'd say we could drink here but... I won't make it down."
Wooyoung laughed, "You'd wake the animals with all your crying too-"
"I don't cry every time I drink, Wooyoung, it was only one time!"
"Why did you even cry? You never told me," Wooyoung pouted.
"I don't remember," you lied smoothly, "Probably because I wanted to get rid of you?"
Wooyoung scoffed, "As if you could. I'd be the last person in your life when you get rid of everyone, and you'd be stuck with me."
"True," you grinned, "I don't think you can say the same, you unfaithful brat-"
"I'm not! You know you're my number one."
"Ha. You tell that to me when you get a girlfriend."
"You don't believe me, do you?" Wooyoung looked at you, and you noticed the change in his tone, making you raise your brow in confusion.
"Do you know why I broke up with my ex?"
"Because she thought you were too friendly with everyone?"
"Part of the reason. She mainly had a problem with... you."
Your heart sank, eyes surprised as you pointed a finger at yourself. "Me? What did I do?"
"Nothing," Wooyoung assured, "It's just... she saw how I talked to you. I told her you've been my best friend all your life but... somehow she didn't like the idea that you were more important to me than her."
"But, Wooyoung," you turned to face him, "You do realize that once you're in a relationship, you should, I don't know, prioritize your partner more? I'm not going anywhere-"
"No. You're my best friend, she was my girlfriend. It was two different things, and if she thought I'd talk to you less because I had her now... I can't. I can't replace what I have with you, you know? I don't think I'll find what I have with you in a partner."
You scanned his face, suddenly unreadable. There were too many layers to his words, and you didn't know which one to focus on. Wooyoung noticed your confusion, patting your arm.
"What I'm saying is, if anyone thinks I'll break things up with you for them, they can go to hell."
"Ah," you smiled shamelessly, "Sounds good to hear."
Wooyoung grinned, scooting you closer and wrapping his arm around you.
There it was. His love language.
So you didn't fight back, nibbling on your chocolate as the both of you sat in each other's arms, offering him some and almost crying when he bit the whole thing off.
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"I'm throwing this, you don't need it-"
"NO! That BBQ owner back home gave this to me, it's a memory!"
"You are too attached to useless stuff, Wooyoung, why did you even bring this lamp here? It doesn't even work!"
Wooyoung paused what he was doing, staring from you at the lamp then back, pondering.
"Come on, Wooyoung, it's not a tough decision-"
"Okay, throw it," he groaned, "Throw everything. Throw me out!"
"Gladly," you pretended to kick him, "Stop being so dramatic, the truck's almost here."
The two of you had been arguing back and forth all day long as you packed, and when the truck arrived, you were glad for the break your ears got. Taking one look at your now empty apartment, you said goodbye to the two very uneventful years you had spent here. It felt bittersweet, and that was good.
Arriving at your new apartment and unloading everything first, you and Wooyoung finally sat on the couch, looking at all the boxes and furniture.
"Where do we start."
You laughed internally at how it came out more as a statement- Wooyoung must finally be tired. "Can we sleep right here?"
"Please," he groaned, immediately lying down with his head on your lap, and you unconsciously started running your hands through his hair, realizing only when he said, "Give me a massage while you're at it."
You slapped his forehead instead- lightly, but not light enough to prevent his loud shout, and before your ears could bleed, you shut his mouth with your hand, and his eyes lit mischievously as he took that opportunity to lick your hand, making you scream and wipe it on his clothes while he laughed, trying to push him off of you.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Just play with my hair, it felt nice."
You gave him a side eye but continued the slow motions through his silky hair and he shut his eyes.
"Don't sleep here, I'll throw you on the floor if you do."
"This is more comfortable than the bed."
"Shut up."
"I'm not lying."
You were glad his eyes were shut because you had to put a hand on your face to calm your wildly beating heart.
"I think we should at least set the bed first," you said, "Let's just deal with the rest later, tomorrow's Sunday anyway."
"Yeah, just two more minutes," Wooyoung fisted your hoodie in his hands as he got comfortable, and you sighed at the sight.
You could get used to this.
"You look like a cat right now," you laughed lightly, caressing his hair at the temples, "Also, you need to eat more. Your cheekbones and jaw are so prominent now."
You weren't sure if Wooyoung was listening or staying silent on purpose, but you found yourself caressing his cheekbone with your thumb, tracing his sharp nose bridge- a very attractive feature on him. You touched the mole beneath his eye like a button, scoffing, then continued playing with the hair, curling it at the nape of his neck-
"You're tickling me now."
You suddenly came out of your trance, taking a second to gather your wits and then slapping his neck, telling him to wake the hell up.
Sleepily, Wooyoung helped you set the bed, making sure everything was right, then set the mattress, and you had to stop him from falling right on top of it, telling him to wait. You went out in the living room, searching for the box labeled 'sheets', quickly tearing it apart and taking the sheets out.
"Good thing we had dinner, you look ready to die, Wooyoung."
"I'm sleepier thanks to you," he said, collapsing unceremoniously on the bed.
"What do you mean?"
"Can you play with my hair again? It felt so good, it will put me to sleep right away."
You audibly exhaled, shaking your head but too tired to argue, getting in bed after turning off the lights, not bothering to change, Wooyoung's eyes lazily watching you the whole time-
He really looked... different, in all the dim lights, on your bed, tired.
Hands on your hips, you were zoned out as you stared at him, wondering what you would do with him. Wooyoung was staring right back, and when he patted the space next to him, you took that place, adjusting yourself so your arm wouldn't fall off as you caressed his head.
He shut his eyes immediately, and you played with his hair, caressing his head until his breathing became regular, which was when you cautiously caressed his face, smiling when he didn't respond.
He must have been really tired to have slept this quickly.
You cupped his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb, overwhelmed by the way your heart ached at the sight.
So near yet so far.
You smiled sadly, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. But you only kissed his forehead lightly, lingering a bit before you drew back.
"I love you so much."
The whisper was lost to the air, and you fell asleep with your hand on his.
You didn't notice his hand caressing yours as you fell asleep.
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Once again, you were wishing you could throw Wooyoung out of the window.
"You're being... dumb, Wooyoung."
"You don't get my point," Wooyoung was done with you too, "With the both of us having to work from home most of the time, why don't we use one room as an office and one room as a bedroom? Just like in the previous apartment?"
"All this because you can't work alone?"
"Please, I need some company while working or else I'll get bored," he whined, "And you know even if we have separate rooms, I'll end up spending more time in your room anyway, so what's the point?"
"You're sounding very much like the parasite I mentioned will get you kicked out."
"It said nothing about me being a parasite."
"It said 'If you act clingy, you're out."
"But I'm not clingy right now," Wooyoung raised his hands in the air, "I'm a parasite."
"Semantics," you said, biting your lips as you thought about it. "If you're gonna be in my room 24/7 anyway, I guess I shouldn't bother."
"See, that's exactly my point."
You shook your head at the grinning Wooyoung, deciding to share the closet attached to one of the rooms which had ample space, setting the clothes racks Wooyoung had as well, all of your clothes and his now in their rightful place.
"I like this," you stood back and grinned, Wooyoung sharing the grin, "Should I set my vanity here too?"
"Set it in the room, we have enough space there," Wooyoung suggested, and you agreed.
Placing your personal items on the vanity, Wooyoung adding some of his products too, you were finally done with the bedroom, the living room and the kitchen. Only the 'study room/office/get-away-from-wooyoung' room remained.
"Let's place the desks together," Wooyoung suggested.
"You'll never let me work in peace that way."
"That's why I'm doing this in the first place," he grinned, and you groaned, giving in, setting the desks in one corner together, no gap so you could place your stuff without worries, but you made a point to place your chairs as further apart as possible, making Wooyoung laugh.
"The futon goes there," you pointed at the opposite wall, "And all our extra stuff in those boxes, we can pile there."
After you were done, you placed some frames on the desk- a picture of you and Wooyoung on the beach, a picture of you with your family, a picture of Wooyoung with his family. You smiled at the sight, Wooyoung calling you outside for dinner.
Wooyoung had brought two chairs from his apartment that you placed in your balcony, making it your little spot to relax and gossip with Wooyoung. He set the bowls of ramen there, motioning for you to join him, and you did, slurping your noodles.
"We got this apartment set quicker than I expected," Wooyoung checked the time- it was almost midnight, "I thought it would take Monday as well."
"Would have spared more time if you weren't being so petty and you know that."
Wooyoung shrugged, a guilty smile on his face, "I like this. It's really relaxing to sit here like this, feels like home."
"It does," you nodded, gazing at the cloudy night sky.
"I forgot to tell you," Wooyoung began, "San's here visiting his aunt. Should we invite him over?"
"Oh, we should," you cheered up- you had been friends with all of Wooyoung's friends from school, not as close as with Wooyoung of close but enough that you were comfortable.
"I'll tell him to come by when he's free. We can take him out or just relax at home."
"Yeah, whatever we feel like it that day. We should all have a reunion soon, I kinda miss our old school friends."
"Me too," Wooyoung smiled, "Let's go to the reunion this year, we missed last year's."
You nodded- you both had been busy with work at that time so you couldn't make it to your hometown.
"So, San," you began, "If he gets any hotter than the last time I saw him, I'll politely ask him to sleep over-"
Wooyoung threw a pen at you, making you scowl. "You can't do that when I'm here!"
"I'm doing nothing, what's running in your filthy mind, Jung Wooyoung?" You laughed, "I'm only kidding, of course. You know San is not my type."
"What, exactly, is your type?"
You exhaled, looking at Wooyoung.
You.
"Someone who's not as loud, clingy, parasitic as you-"
"Can you stop calling me a parasite, it hurts!" Wooyoung threw his head back, laughing, and you had to wonder how exactly it hurt that he was laughing like this.
"But someone who is as hot as me, if not hotter, right?" Wooyoung wriggled his eyebrows and you pretended to throw up.
"Fine," Wooyoung scoffed, suddenly angry with you, "You'll never find a man, I curse you to never-"
"Oh, come on," you got up, running your fingers under his chin like a cat's- something you did to cheer him up, "I need someone exactly like you. Happy?"
Wooyoung smiled, leaning in to your touch, and you said, "I need someone as loud and clingy as you."
"Again-"
"Listen, dumbass," you slapped his cheek lightly, "I need someone loud and clingy so they can balance me. And I need someone with a heart like yours. Now where would I ever find someone like you?"
"You'll die all alone."
You shook your head, taking Wooyoung's chin in your hand and pulling him up to face you, bringing your own face closer as you said:
"If I can't find someone like you, you'll never find someone as good as me too."
The two of you stared at each other, none of you moving, half grins on your faces as you glared at each other, and when Wooyoung licked his lips (probably unconsciously) you suddenly became aware of the position you were in, dropping your hand and going inside to get water, leaving him staring at you.
Wooyoung sighed-
This wasn't how he had expected things to turn out, but he wasn't complaining.
He hadn't expected to become a wreck inside with you around.
But it felt good.
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It was the day San was coming over to visit.
You both had decided to invite him to your apartment, relax and catch up, maybe go out for dinner or order something for home if you felt like it. You were both excited- San was one of Wooyoung's closest friends, and naturally yours too.
You were dressed in a navy blue shirt and black denim trousers- simple, but you wanted to look good for a change, which was why you were sitting on your vanity, blow-drying your hair to perfection.
"We should really go out, I'm making all this effort," you muttered to Wooyoung who had been watching you do your hair for the past 10 minutes now, "Also, can you stop looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like I'm planning the murder of your unborn child," you side-eyed him, "Do I not look good?"
"I just," Wooyoung ran a hand through his messy hair, "Why all the effort? It's only San."
"I'm not doing this for San," you looked at him- was he...
No. He couldn't be.
"I'm doing this for myself, because I want to feel good," you simply said, continuing with your hair, finally done. You applied the little everyday makeup that was your routine for whenever you would go out.
"Come on, I'll do your hair too. I know just how to make it look good."
Wooyoung gladly sat, letting you style his hair-he was getting used to you running your hands through his hair, in fact, he was almost addicted to the feeling because you were always so gentle-
"I can see your eyes roll, are you enjoying this?" You had fisted his hair now, tugging at it a bit harshly, making him laugh.
"And here I was thinking how gentle you were with my hair," Wooyoung let out a disappointed sigh, "This looks good though. Do you think you can be my personal stylist?"
"Only if you pay me," you grinned. You heard the bell ring, and you hurriedly gave the last touches to Wooyoung's hair, running to the door, Wooyoung right behind.
"San!" You gasped- he had changed so much, "What is city life doing to you boys!"
San laughed, hugging you good and long, then handing you a bouquet of white roses which you thanked him for, calling him inside. "How have you been?"
"I'm good," you said, smiling when he spotted Wooyoung and crushed him in a hug, "You both are making it look like you're long lost lovers."
"Shut up," San laughed, dangling a shopping bag in his hands, "I got us drinks."
"Oh no," you took the drinks from him, hiding it from Wooyoung, "We'll keep these for later."
You all settled in the living room, catching up on life, and you had to ask him just what the city life was doing to all the boys- everyone you knew had been working out, no longer looking like boys but looking more like men.
"I love your hair!" you pointed at his ash mullet, "I should do something with my hair too, don't you think? Normal hair is making me look boring now."
"You should, something like mine," San said, "Get ash highlights or something. We could match."
You grinned, but Wooyoung wasn't having any of it.
"Or get some streaks like mine."
"I don't think that would suit me," you pouted.
"Anything would suit you," Wooyoung said casually, offering San some peanuts.
"I'll see," you waved your hand dismissively, "So, San. Is there a special someone back there?"
San laughed at you wriggling your brows at him, putting his hand on his face, "Not yet, not yet."
"Aw," you laughed, he was just so... cute. "What's your plan? Are you gonna settle there or go back home?"
"I don't think I want go back just yet," San said, "I want to experience new things. I want to do so much, and I don't think I can do that in our hometown."
"True," Wooyoung said, "Which was why I moved here. Better opportunities."
"How come you're living together and you," San looked at you, "Are still alive and sane?"
You laughed out loud, "I wonder how."
Wooyoung slapped your arm, "You should ask me how I'm living with her when she's practically a sloth-"
"You're the one who decided to make home here," you interrupted him.
"You're the one who gladly let me!"
"Gladly?" You scoffed, "I would have-"
"Come on, let's not fight," San laughed, pushing you both apart before you were at each other's throats, but he knew it was all jokes. He wasn't unaware of the love you had for each other, "Stop fighting like a married couple. Let's go out."
"As if," you sneered at Wooyoung, who just growled back, making all of you laugh.
You treated San to dinner at the same BBQ place that was basically a second home to Wooyoung now too, and Wooyoung decided to have a drinking session at home, ruining your plan which was to make them forget about the drinks altogether.
"Just call me a taxi before I pass out from drinking too much," San said.
"You can stay here, we have space," you offered.
"Nah, I have to leave for home first thing in the morning," San said, "Maybe some other time."
"Don't let her drink," Wooyoung elbowed San, "She'll start crying-"
"ONE TIME, WOOYOUNG," you pinched your nose bridge.
"She cried?" San narrowed his eyes at you, "That's not how it quite went when she drank with me-"
"When did that happen, excuse me," Wooyoung folded his arms in question.
You sighed, internally cursing San who was grinning, because he was the only person aware of your not-so-platonic feelings for Wooyoung- he wasn't 100% sure, but he had high suspicions and you never denied them.
"You don't need to know," you dismissed him, glaring at San who just tried stifling his own laugh. You brought the drinks and three glasses, "Bottoms up."
Wooyoung was definitely the best drinker in the room, San and you already flushed after one bottle. Wooyoung had an evil grin plastered on his face as he watched you two mirror each other's expressions- head resting on one hand, playing with the glass with the other hand.
"Do you think about how we might not be worth anything to someone?" San began, "I think it's really sad how we might be of zero value to someone."
"I think if someone knows you," you rubbed your eyes, "you value at least a 1 out of 100. That's definitely something."
"Only 1? What am I to you then?"
"Hmm," you thought about it, "A solid... 70?"
"And here I was giving you an 80," San shook his head, "Where did the rest go? Have I done something wrong?"
"No, it's a very good score actually," you said, "The highest is 90, so it's a good score."
"And who's the highest? Your mom?"
"Nope," you faltered, your brain telling you to shut the hell up but your heart not ready.
"Ah.. is it-"
"Of course it's me," Wooyoung patted your back, "You're a 99 to me, don't worry."
"Where it that 1? Do you know how much that 1 matters?"
"And here you told me 1 is something!" San frowned.
Wooyoung laughed at you both, "You're very drunk. San, I'm calling you a taxi, you need to get home."
"Okay," San slumped against you, "Thanks for inviting me."
"Thanks for coming," you slurred lazily, "It was nice to have someone to look at who's not Wooyoung."
Wooyoung shook his head, gathering San's stuff and helping him up, and you lazily got up too, waving your hand at San.
"Text me when you get home," Wooyoung told San and he nodded, leaving you two alone like usual.
"Do you wanna keep drinking or go to bed?"
"Both."
"Come on, let's get you to bed," Wooyoung laughed when you pouted, but you tugged at his sleeves, making him sit with you.
"One more drink, please."
Wooyoung poured the drink for you, filling his own glass as well, and you knew you were going to regret this, but-
"You're a 99 to me too."
Wooyoung smiled- you were too adorable to handle right now. He pinched your cheek, "What's the 1 for?"
"It's because you are not mine," you said, and Wooyoung frowned.
"What do you mean, I am your best friend, of course I am yours-"
"No, you don't understand," you looked at him, "It's because you are not mine."
Wooyoung's heart lurched dangerously in his chest- was he hearing this right?
"You're not mine," you said, "And I feel like I'm gonna cry."
"No, no, don't cry," Wooyoung turned your face to make you look at him, "Don't cry. You know I am yours. Why would you cry?"
A tear escaped your eye and Wooyoung wiped it, hugging you as you muttered the same sentence again, and he knew if you weren't drunk, you'd feel his heart beating so loudly.
Wooyoung made you get in bed with him, pushing your hair out of your face, worried at the look you had in your eyes.
"Do you want me to be yours?"
You weren't sure if you were hearing it right- you were very, very drunk, and you knew that you would have a good reason to cry tomorrow. You were walking on very dangerous lines.
But Wooyoung didn't wait for a verbal answer- he knew now. The look in your eyes was enough. He kissed your forehead, locking eyes with you.
"I'm already yours," he assured you, but you shook your head, and he cupped your face to make you look at him.
"You don't understand. I'm already yours. You just don't know that yet."
You nodded, confused, burying your face in his chest as sleep came like a wave.
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"Don't touch me."
"It's almost afternoon!" Wooyoung tried snatching the covers from you, "You're wasting our Saturday!"
"Go away!" You practically growled.
There were a number of reasons you didn't want to wake up, and your hangover was the last reason.
You recalled last night perfectly well, and you felt humiliated and confused. And with Wooyoung acting like nothing happened...
You weren't sure what he meant by that:
"You don't understand. I'm already yours. You just don't know that yet."
"I made hangover soup for you," Wooyoung said, sitting beside you, "Come on, don't be a brat and get up."
You sighed- you knew Wooyoung was going to keep pestering you until you were sitting in front of him with the soup in your hands-
Which you now were.
"You're such a light drinker," Wooyoung laughed at you, and you wanted to glare at him but you couldn't meet his eyes right yet, "It's no fun drinking with you guys!"
"I told you it was a bad idea..."
"Ah, it's okay, don't cry again," Wooyoung teased, and now you did glare at him.
"Anyways," Wooyoung waved a hand in dismissal, "What are we doing today?"
So you thought Wooyoung hadn't taken your words seriously, which was how you distracted yourself, planning to do grocery with him and fulfil his wish of going clubbing that night.
"I need to look hot," you said, entering your home with shopping bags in both of your hands, "And so do you. So let's dump this for now and get ready."
You let Wooyoung pick your outfit- a black dress that hugged your figure, paired with heeled boots, and you went that extra measure to wear silver hoops, put on some lipstick and eyeliner, and style your hair-
"Maybe you should change that outfit," Wooyoung said, "You look more hot than should be acceptable."
"Shut up," you said, groaning, because when he casually said these words, it didn't help you. At all.
You styled Wooyoung's hair and he came out after changing, and you scanned him.
"Are you going out like... this?" You asked, pointing at the one too many buttons undone.
"Of course, I have to look sexy," he grinned, and you rolled your eyes, trying not to drool at how well built he was, and you both finally got in the taxi to the club.
"So have you ever been here?"
"Only once with friends," you admitted, "Which is why you won't ditch me until I find a good guy."
"Good luck with that," he said sarcastically, the both of you entering, and you were immediately overwhelmed by all the crowd and loud music, instinctively clinging to Wooyoung's arms.
"It sure is different here," Wooyoung looked around, "What are we doing here again?"
"It was your idea," you glared at him, "So come on. Let's get a drink, then look around, maybe dance, maybe find someone..."
Wooyoung laughed at how your voice became small at the last part, "Don't worry, I'm going home tonight. Unless you don't come home, I'm not going either."
"You don't have to worry about me," you said, though it felt like a stab to your heart, "You can do whatever."
"But I'm yours," Wooyoung whispered in your ear, and you gasped.
He hadn't forgotten, it seemed. And he was going to tease you about it.
"I was drunk," you sneered at him, dragging him to the bar, "You shut up while I get my drink."
"Do you know why you're a 99 to me too?" Wooyoung asked, a devilish smirk on his face, and you put your hands to your ears, having had enough.
He had no idea how you felt, did he?
"It's because you are not mine."
"Jung Wooyoung, you absolute brat-"
You couldn't help but laugh at how he was grinning, your cheeks flushed, "I'm gonna kill you if you mention this again. I was drunk, okay?"
"But what did you mean?"
"What did you mean, huh?" You turned, your eyes full of challenge, and that shut Wooyoung up, "What did you mean, when you said I was already yours but I didn't know it yet?"
"...I-"
"Never mind, I don't want to hear it," you downed another drink, "I'm going to the dance floor. Are you gonna shut up and accompany me?"
"Okay ma'am," Wooyoung shook his head, smiling, "Whatever you say."
"Wait a minute," you said, buttoning one of his one-too-many undone buttons, making him laugh.
"All good."
It wasn't the first time the two of you were dancing with each other in a club- you both would always stick together until someone caught your eye. But this time...
Something was different and none of you could deny it.
It was the way you weren't eyeing other people but absorbed in your own little world, the two of you only looking at each other as you danced, your hands on his shoulders and his at your waist.
"You're quiet today," you finally said.
Wooyoung didn't answer, only continued slowly dancing with you, and you couldn't take it anymore- you couldn't match his strong gaze anymore. You looked around, trying to find someone who was maybe interested in you-
"Let's just dance together," Wooyoung's voice was low, "Let's not meet someone new tonight."
You scanned Wooyoung's face, "Are you feeling alright?"
Wooyoung laughed, "I'm fine. I just don't feel like meeting someone new tonight."
"But it was your idea in the first place-"
"Saturday is all about us, remember?" Wooyoung said, and you shook your head at him.
"As if that would stop you-"
Wooyoung brought you closer, your grip on his shoulder tightening in reflex.
"Just shut up and dance with me tonight," Wooyoung whispered in your ear, and you gulped, not knowing why Wooyoung was suddenly insisting on this, but not complaining either.
You did notice how his eyes never left yours the entire night.
You also noticed how his hands would tighten ever so slightly at your waist.
And when the music changed to something fast, you were relieved that you would no longer be dangerously close to him. Putting your feelings aside, you grinned at Wooyoung as the both of you started to dance along to the beat.
Wooyoung was really good at random dances, and he had always taught you the basics and made you dance with him often, which was why you could match his energy. It was fun to dance freely with him, an occasional twirl, occasional dip, and you really felt light after that.
Making fun of the people who gave up on dancing and watched you both instead, you both finally got home, you immediately ditching your boots and sitting on the couch, rubbing your feet while Wooyoung grabbed water for both of you.
"Fun night," you said, "You didn't have to keep me company the whole time, Wooyoung. I admit I'm bad at instantly connecting with someone, but you wasting your opportunity makes me feel bad."
"If I wanted to, I would have ditched you," Wooyoung simply said, "I really didn't want to. I wanted tonight to be about us."
"If you say so," you drank from your glass, trying not to read too much into whatever he said, getting up to change and telling him you were going to catch up on your work-
Because you really felt overwhelmed by the way Wooyoung had looked at you the whole night, and you needed space.
And Wooyoung knew that too, letting you have some time to clear your head.
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"That is one hot guy."
Wooyoung immediately slid his chair towards you, peeking at your phone while you zoomed in on the picture your colleague Eunbi had sent, trying to set you up for a blind date.
You really needed a distraction, especially when Wooyoung was this close to you, practically breathing down your neck as he slid one hand to zoom out at the picture and take a look at their face.
"Who's that?"
You slid away from him, pushing his chair back to his desk, "Remember Eunbi? You met her last time? It's her friend, she's been trying to set me up with him for quite a while now. She's always talking about him to me."
"Why doesn't she date him then?" Wooyoung asked casually, shifting his focus back on his screen.
"She's already in a relationship, but she told me he's a great guy. Maybe I should go on a date with him, what do you say?"
"I don't know... maybe just get to know him in a casual sitting- like parties, first, before going alone..."
"It's called a blind date, Woo," you said, "Should I set you up with someone too?"
"Nah, I'm good... for now," he simply said, not taking his eyes off the screen- which, from him, was abnormal behaviour.
"You sure?"
"Yes," he said, and this time you slid your chair closer to him.
"Are you sad that I'll find someone and poor Wooyoung would be all alone-"
"Hey!" Wooyoung cringed back, the two of you laughing, "I don't care, do whatever, just don't tell me the details!"
You shook your head at him, wondering why he was acting so weird at the mention of you going on a date- he was usually making fun of you instead, giving you tips, but this time...
Something had changed.
Should you address it? You wondered as you focused on your work, absently typing, stopping in the middle of it altogether.
You glanced at Wooyoung. He, too, was zoning out.
Quite unlike him.
"Are you okay?" You asked, and Wooyoung came out of his trance, rubbing his face.
"Just tired," he said, and you got up, telling him you'd make some coffee for the both of you.
You came in with the mugs, stopping midway when you saw him slumped back on his chair, rubbing his temples. You pursed your lips, setting the mugs on the table and massaging his temples, his eyes shut.
"I don't like it when you get tired," you said, "You become too quiet. I don't like it when you become quiet."
"Why?"
"I like it better when you're smiling and yapping," you laughed, making him smile as well, "Drink your coffee first, then finish work and get some sleep. Recharge yourself."
"Okay, I will," he promised, and you kissed his forehead, surprising him because you usually weren't the one initiating hugs or kisses. Usually it was Wooyoung randomly surprising you with one.
"I like it though," he said as you sat in your chair, sipping on his coffee, and you looked at him in question.
"I like it when you hug or kiss me first. It recharges me."
"Shut up," you groaned as he smirked, hiding your face because you were positive it was red now.
This side of you- you blushing over something he said or did- it was new to Wooyoung, and he wanted to see more of it.
He really, really did not want you to go on that date.
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"How do I look?"
"Like you're trying too hard."
"Wooyoung, I literally only wore better clothes and combed my hair."
"You're trying too hard."
"Whatever," you shook your head at him, wearing heels, and he raised a brow.
"See? You're wearing heels! You are trying too hard!"
"And why shouldn't I?" You put your hands on your hips, "I'm going on a date, Wooyoung, I have to put some effort."
"Ah, I don't know, just don't make me cringe," he shook his hands in front of you and you ignored him, grabbing your purse.
"See you later."
As you sat in the taxi, you were positive Wooyoung was jealous. And you couldn't help but smile at that- you still weren't sure what he wanted, and you were too afraid to take the first step. So you had to distract yourself.
Because there was still a possibility that Wooyoung was only being himself, that he had no ulterior motive, that his jealousy was simply because he'd be single and you'd rub it in his face- just like he would rub it on your face when he wasn't. It was just how it went between you two.
But... there was a slight chance that Wooyoung was finally looking at you from a new perspective, looking at you as a romantic interest rather than his childhood best friend. And you... just the thought of it made your heart ache and knees go weak, which was why you didn't really want to go there.
So you went on your date and actually had a good time. His name was Yeonjun and you got along with him quite well, just because he was funny and really paid attention when you talked. And he was definitely attractive- not just because of his looks, but because of his personality too.
Which was why Wooyoung was acting quite grumpy as you told him what you talked about, how he treated you (quite a gentleman), how he was hot-
"Can you stop calling him hot every two seconds!"
You laughed out loud- you were, of course, only doing it to rile Wooyoung up.
"Was he as good as I am to you?"
"What?" You looked at Wooyoung.
"If he doesn't treat you like I do, he isn't good enough."
"And by that," you began, "You mean making me pay for your food every chance you get, teasing me 24/7, being a parasite-"
Wooyoung burst out laughing, "I mean... taking care of you. Knowing when you are tired-"
"Do you really know when I'm tired? Because I am quite tired of you-"
"Listen," Wooyoung shifted on the couch, facing you, taking one of your hands and caressing it, "If he doesn't care for you like I do... if he doesn't think you're the most important thing in his life, if he doesn't know you inside out, if he doesn't love you like I do..."
You were holding your breath.
Wooyoung glanced at you- your face was expressionless and Wooyoung, only he knew that it meant that you were confused or nervous.
Was he willing to take the risk now? Was he willing to place bets-
"Why do you need someone else when you have me?"
"Wooyoung," you began, unsure how to respond, "I... I don't understand what you're getting at-"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't know what I'm getting at."
But you couldn't- you were far too overwhelmed. You had never thought there was a possibility that Wooyoung could reciprocate your feelings- you had only imagined, it had only been your wildest dreams. And now-
"I'm gonna get some water," you managed to say, trying to get up but Wooyoung wasn't having it- he didn't release your hand, making you drop back on the couch when you tried getting up, leaning forward and taking your other hand too, making you face him.
"You know. I told you I am yours. I'm only gonna ask this once. Tell me you don't love me the way I do."
"What do you mean?"
Wooyoung leaned in further, making you instinctively pull back, but he let go of your hand only to cup your face, locking your eyes with his.
"Tell me you don't want this."
He was caressing your cheek, all too aware of your wildly beating heart, his eyes falling down to your lips as he licked his, and you were about to fall flat backwards so your hand went to grip his shoulder, and he shifted back so you were half on top of him, tucking stray hair behind.
"You just have to say no, and I'll stop," he whispered, his lips meeting your jaw, planting a seductive kiss and you had to hold back your moan, because-
Was this really happening?
"Tell me you don't like this," he said, his lips trailing down your neck, almost smirking when you shifted to give him a better angle while you tried to think-
But you couldn't think.
You had no control.
"Tell me you're not mine."
You took a deep breath, shutting your eyes close for a second and then almost growling when his nose brushed against yours and you- you took the first step and kissed him.
And it was inexplainable. As soon as your lips met, he was kissing you back, his hands snaking behind your neck, gripping on your hair as he angled you better, your own hands cupping his face, and you had to break apart because you couldn't breathe, not because you were out of breath but because you couldn't believe this was finally, finally happening.
You scanned his face for any sort of surprise but there was none, his eyes were glazed as he tucked your hair behind, holding your face with one hand and bringing you back again.
You were fisting his shirt in your hands as he kissed you, slow and passionate, taking his sweet time and you let him. You let him run his hands down your neck, slide down your arm only to hold your waist and he pushed you back on the couch, now on top of you.
He scanned your face again, for any sign of discomfort, satisfied to see your face flush. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."
And that sentence made you bite your lip and shut your eyes, trying to stifle your smile but failing, ending up laughing because this was unreal.
Wooyoung kissed your forehead, "You have no idea how much I love you."
Before you could respond, he was kissing you again, and you wanted to tell him that you have probably loved him longer, that you were beyond relieved that he felt the same. You hoped your feelings conveyed as you kissed him back, but he broke the kiss, breathing heavily.
"Say something."
You pursed your lips, breaking eye contact as you smiled because all of this was too much and you were basically speechless. And Wooyoung found it quite amusing.
"Shut up."
Wooyoung laughed out loud, "I didn't even say anything!"
"I can hear your smirk."
Wooyoung groaned, kissing your cheek, "Come on, say something, you're making me anxious."
You sighed, figuring now or never as you got up, sitting in front of him, and the way he was smiling was too endearing.
"Jung Wooyoung, you brat," you shook your head, "How long have you felt like this?"
"Long enough."
"That's not the correct answer."
"Probably when we finally parted ways for college and I missed you like hell and none of the girls I was with made me feel anything because all I could think about was you."
You smirked- you felt like you've won in life. "I... I don't have anything to say, except that... I love you, and you know that. You know that already, don't you?"
"I think I did," Wooyoung played with your hair absently, "I was just... scared that I was wrong."
"And I was scared that I'd ruin what we had, and I still am," you admitted, "Because... I can't lose you. Not even because we get into a relationship and things don't work out. I can't lose you, Wooyoung. So what are we gonna do?"
"I can't lose you either, and I promise you if things... if this stuff doesn't work out, we'll break it up on a good note. We'll still stay friends, like we always had. Maybe it will be difficult, but... I just can't sit still and do nothing while you go ahead and date other people-"
"So you were jealous."
"Very," Wooyoung grinned and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him, burying your nose in the crook of his neck.
Your safe place.
Wooyoung held you tight, kissing your head. "You wanna take this to bed?"
You slapped his arm and he laughed, getting up and practically throwing you on bed, taking off his upper and crawling in, getting on top of you and kissing you like his life depended on it, his hands all over your body, yours going from cupping his face to running through his hair and back, and when he finally did break the kiss, breathless, he whispered in your ear:
"I'm gonna be kissing you all night tonight. Don't even think about sleeping."
You were positive you were going to die the way your heart lurched at his words.
But you let him. You let him kiss you, tangled in each other's arms, tired and slow kisses on your face, on your lips after the long day you've both had. You fell asleep in his arms, the most comfortable you'd felt in a while.
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"Just because we're... a thing, Jung Wooyoung, doesn't mean you get a free pass at being clingy now."
"Oh, come on," Wooyoung whined, dragging you back in his lap as you used your phone to send an important message about work to your colleagues, trying not to let him distract you.
"Just give me a minute," you basically ignored him nibbling at your ear as you typed, hissing at him once to make him stop, feeling his chest shake with laughter.
"Alright, I'm done," you threw your phone away, "What do you want?"
"You," he whispered, and you pretended to throw up.
"Just because we kissed," you began, wriggling away from him, "doesn't mean you can say stuff like that! It's too sudden."
"Not like you haven't been fantasizing about me all this time-"
You grabbed the nearest thing- a cushion, throwing it at him with all your force, making him practically howl with laughter.
"I could say the same!" You shouted, "Not at you practically begging to live with me so you could... do things to me!"
He laughed louder at that, making you mutter that you were going to work, shutting the door and smiling unconsciously.
It had been three days since your new relationship with Wooyoung began. You'd been a bit shy the first day, but Wooyoung made sure not to get too physical- so you could get used to it.
The second day, you'd been too busy all day, having to go to the office and returning tired, collapsing straight on bed, Wooyoung force-feeding you dinner and letting you sleep.
And today... he was back to being normal.
You were glad nothing had changed between you two- he was still the same Wooyoung, except now extra shameless with his display of affections, but you weren't complaining.
You had just finished your work when he burst in, right on cue. "It's Friday night, let's go out for dinner."
"Where do you wanna go? I'm craving chicken."
"Done," he said, "Come on, let's get ready."
You got up, stretching and following him to your room, Wooyoung going in to change while you applied some makeup, wondering what you should do with your hair.
"Let me," Wooyoung said, grabbing a hair tie and combing your hair gently, tying your hair in a half-ponytail, doing the same with his own hair.
"Now we match."
You rolled your eyes, smiling as you went in to change, going that extra mile and wearing a denim skirt paired with a plain black T shirt with knee length boots, finishing the look with denim jacket. As soon as you came out, Wooyoung had his eyes running all over you, nodding.
"You look great."
"Thank you and stop looking at me like I'm your meal," you said, making him laugh and give you a back hug because 'you were too cute to resist'.
However, Wooyoung was soon regretting taking you out to dinner because Yeonjun, of all the people in this world, was in the same restaurant as you both, with his co-workers.
"It's a small world," you smiled, deciding to introduce Wooyoung to him, "This is Wooyoung, my best friend and... boyfriend?"
"What's with the question!" Wooyoung laughed, "Nice to meet you. We're childhood friends, the other part happened like two days ago."
"Ah," Yeonjun gave you a knowing look, "So this is the guy."
"This is him," you smiled shyly. You had, of course, at the end of your date told Yeonjun that you two really hit it off which was surprising, but you were interested in someone else and you couldn't string him along.
Yeonjun, thankfully, understood, saying they could still be friends because he enjoyed your company, no hard feelings.
However, Wooyoung here was not having any of that, especially when food finally arrived and you noticed that instead of focusing on his food or you, Wooyoung was busy glaring holes at Yeonjun, who thankfully had his back towards the two of you.
"Are you gonna eat?"
"I am," he said, nibbling on his chicken leg.
"Can you stop eye-murdering Yeonjun? And don't tell me that's not what you're doing right now."
Wooyoung smiled at that, sighing. "I just... he might like you still."
"So? I like you. Nothing can change that, you know that, right?"
Satisfied, Wooyoung pinched your nose lovingly, resuming eating like normal, and you stifled your smile because jealous Wooyoung was quite a sight.
He looked hot when jealous.
"What's got you trying not to smile?"
"I'll tell you when we get home," you simply said, and Wooyoung smirked because he was sure he was right about this.
And he was.
Because when you got home and told him you thought that jealous Wooyoung was one hot Wooyoung, he picked you up, making you straddle his waist as he kissed you, dropping you on the couch.
"Gosh, stop being so dramatic," you flushed at the way he was looking at you.
"I'm allowed to be dramatic tonight."
"Why?"
"Look at the time," he said, "It's Saturday."
"And?"
"Saturday is all about us."
You bit your lip, because you had quite some ideas for tonight too.
And Wooyoung was quite surprised when you got up and made him come to bed with you, shrugged off your jacket and took off his, kissing him with a pressure that made him lean back and back until you were on top of him, and you broke the kiss, both of you flushed.
You took your time scanning his face, smirking at the sight of him being a little shy because Wooyoung and shy? Never. You ran your hands livingly through his hair, kissing his temple, peppering kisses all over his face, muttering how much you loved the angles of his face, brushing your thumb across his plump lips and kissing him so slowly that he moaned.
And then you were kissing his jaw, his neck, and you took off his shirt, muttering curse words because he was built so well, and you ran your hands over his chiseled body as you kissed his lips, and he had enough.
He took off your shirt, leaving you in your black bra, taking a few seconds to scan your body with a satisfied smirk, pushing you down and getting on top of you and kissing you like a man deprived, and you weren't sure you would be able to stop tonight, especially when he grinded on you and made you moan quite loudly.
"Never thought I'd hear these sounds from your mouth."
"You..." you laughed, shaking your head and smirking, "My turn."
Wooyoung gladly let you top him, open mouthed kisses exchanged as you grinded on him, and you unhooked his belt, sliding it off, and Wooyoung broke the kiss to look at you.
"We can take it slow if you want."
"Now where would the fun in that be?" You grinned, and Wooyoung put his head back as he sighed, because gosh, he could take you right then and there.
"I mean," you ran a finger down his chest, "We sleep in the same bed, Wooyoung, it's gonna happen eventually."
"You're teasing me, right?"
"Am I?" you smirked, and Wooyoung shook his head, his eyes visibly changing as he changed positions, trailing kisses down your neck, sliding your skirt down in the process, running his hands down your thigh excruciatingly slowly.
"Can you stop that," you groaned, an evil smirk plastered on his face.
"We have all night," Wooyoung breathed against your ear, "And I am going to make the most of it. As far as you allow me."
You wrapped your arms around him, muttering to let him hug you for a minute, and he shifted to a sitting position, letting you hug him, skin to skin, your legs wrapped around his waist.
"I love you so much, Wooyoung," you whispered in his ear, making him shiver, his heart suddenly full, "So much that it makes me cry, because it's overwhelming."
Wooyoung unraveled his arms from around you, making you face him, spotting your tear glazed eyes, smiling at the sight.
"What am I gonna do with you?" He laughed, kissing your forehead, "I love you too, more than you could ever imagine."
You smiled, and he whispered in your ear, "I am yours, and you are mine. You had me from the very beginning, dear."
You sighed, "You had me too. I've been yours all along."
"I want to ruin you," Wooyoung whispered in your ear, "So bad. I want you so bad."
You kissed his neck, still wrapped around him, nibbling on his sweet spot, "We have all night."
Which was how Wooyoung ended up on top of you once again, the plans to ruin you evident in his eyes as he kissed every inch of you, had you writhing in seconds when his hand went between your thighs even with the garment, just the look he gave you after taking it a step further to make sure you were okay had you moaning, and by the time dawn approached, he had you, completely.
"Gosh," you muttered lazily, spent from the amount of times he made you reach your high tonight, "How am I gonna live with you if I have to sleep with you everyday?"
"How am I gonna live with you, when you're such a..."
"Say it."
Wooyoung laughed, clearly tired too, "You're such a slut in bed."
You grinned, satisfied because you had surprised him quite a few times tonight, taking him quite well for a first time, and he had never imagined you'd be this good in bed.
"I'm moving out tomorrow," Wooyoung laughed at the evil smirk you had on your face, "You're gonna be the death of me, woman."
"You know you love it," you said, kissing him softly, "I'll be gentle next time."
"That's what I should be saying to you," he laughed, "Let's be gentle next time."
But the look the two of you shared said enough. And you joined your forehead with his, kissing his nose.
"I'm glad you moved in with me."
"Wasn't I a parasite just a few hours ago?"
"I like it," you grinned, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter, telling you to shut up and sleep, smiles plastered on both of your faces.
pairing: fox hybrid! wooyoung x cat hybrid! reader (fem) feat. owners seongjoong
summary:Â you mess around with a new hybrid playmate while your owners go out to eat.
w.c: 3.4k
warnings:Â dom leaning! wooyoung, sub leaning! reader, these mfs are in HEAT, pet names, praise, kissing, food play, nipple play (m receiving), grinding, breeding kink (itâd be an actual crime if i didnât include this) unprotected sex, creampie
a/n:Â on all levels except physical i am a kitty - meow
okay but fr iâve always wanted to write a hybrid au so iâm so glad i finally did!! it was so fun ahhhh <3 also there's only one more fic to go ;; thank you for coming on this filthy journey with meee <3
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âY/N, Iâm home!â your owner Hongjoong called out, standing near the doorway of his apartment next to his friend Seonghwa, who he had a fat crush on, and of course, his companion Wooyoung, a beautiful red fox hybrid who was a sneaky little troublemaker with a heart of gold. âAnd I brought company, so make sure you have some clothes on!â
Ears twitching at the sound of your ownerâs voice, you pulled yourself out of the cat nap you were taking on Hongjoongâs bed and pounced into his open closet to find one of his oversized hoodies and some booty shorts to put on. Yawning dramatically, you headed out into the living room, seeing Seonghwa give you a smile and a wave. You reciprocated, but suddenly went still upon seeing the hybrid you had never encountered before besides the times Hongjoong made you interact with him over FaceTime, your tufted ears now on high alert.
Wooyoung reacted differently, his mind yelling âKitty! Must scent!â, immediately heading in your direction to do just that, but getting pulled back when Seonghwa placed his hands onto his shoulders, hearing him go âuh-uh-uh.â
Hongjoong walked over to you and gave you a hug, running his hand down your fluffy tail to get it to go from a standing position to a relaxed one. âDonât be so scared, sweetheart. Youâve talked to him before. Heâs been really excited to meet you in person, you know.â Seeing your apprehension, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. âI just thought you could hang out with someone new. Do you remember me telling you about this a couple days ago? How Daddy wants you to meet new hybrids so you can socialize?â
You thought about it for a minute, going back through the past week, your freshest memory being of your trip to the mall with Hongjoong. He bought you a new plushie and some new cat grass after you tossed the other one off of the balcony when you were having a fit. He used half of the spray bottle on you that day.
âUhâŠnot really,â you replied honestly, idly grabbing onto Hongjoongâs sleeve and holding it, looking past him, studying the fox that was staying still in his ownerâs grasp. He didnât look too scary now that you werenât so caught off guard by a person who wasnât your owner or his boyfriend. Friend. You werenât sure because Hongjoong always got pouty whenever you asked. You tilted your head, finding Wooyoungâs outfit to be really adorable. He had a few pink heart-shaped clips in his hair, keeping some of his cherry-red bangs out of his eyes. He was wearing a cute oversized sweater too, one that was hanging off one of his shoulders and had a tiny heart over the breast. To make you ever more jealous of his look, he was wearing your favorite brand of athletic shorts, ones with white stripes going down the sides. You wanted to take a trip to his closet one day. You were tired of exploring Hongjoongâs, only ever finding empty bottles of cat nip that you had raided without his knowledge and random books about romance.
Wooyoungâs white-tipped fox ears perked up upon eye contact, his nose twitching a few times, taking in your scent from far away. It was comforting. Like fresh laundry and some kind of soap. Sniff. Kiwi scented soap, to be exact. Would your skin taste like kiwis too? He would have to conduct an experiment. Hopefully, you would like him, so he could get close. He loved kitties. He really liked to tease them and get them all riled up, always wanting to watch their tails puff up, but Seonghwa told him not to do that anymore. It worked out though, because his favorite thing was when he made them purr. It always made him feel really warm inside, sometimes so warm he felt like his tummy was on fire.
Hongjoong sighed, but gave your head a reassuring pat, causing you to push your head into his hand when he started to pull it away, patting it some more as a result. âWell, itâs time you met Wooyoung in person, donât you think?â You gave him a small nod, opting to climb onto the large plush couch and sitting with your tail curled around you. Hongjoong walked over to you and murmured, âYou might become good friends, sweetheart. Plus, he brought you some snacks so be a good girl and tell him thank you, okay?â
âOkay, Daddy,â you nodded, nuzzling your ownerâs hovering hand, before looking to Seonghwa, who gave you another soft smile and released his grip on Wooyoung. You blinked for a second and the eager fox hybrid was already sitting on the couch next to you, setting down the plastic bag he had and leaning in to give your neck a few sniffs. You smelled even better up-close, unknowingly encouraging him to move his face into your soft hair, his nose brushing over your human ear, making you shiver. You stayed still, getting used to his scent as well. It was warm like cinnamon sticks and sweet like maple syrup. Yummy. Neither of you spoke, simply taking in each otherâs scents and body language, exchanging intense eye contact, as though you were figuring each other out.
Hongjoong walked back over to Seonghwa and leaned against him, elbowing him gently in the ribs through his long, black coat. âDo you think theyâll be fine on their own?â
âI think so. Theyâre both well trained.â Seonghwa nodded his head, smiling down at Hongjoong, suddenly rubbing his stomach and groaning when he felt hunger pains. âWe should probably head to the restaurant soon. Iâm starving.â
Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa said bye to the both of you, but neither of you were really paying attention, only waving your hands in their direction, your eyes still locked onto one anotherâs, getting closer and closer as time went by.
Hongjoong grabbed his bag and coat, then headed to the door with Seonghwa, only stopping once he closed the door behind the both of them. Seonghwa walked a few feet down the hall, but staying still when he realized that Hongjoong was standing still. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, pushing a hand into his coat pocket.
Locking the door, Hongjoong caught up to Seonghwa, saying concernedly, âY/N hasnât been fixed. Is Wooyoung fixed?â
Walking down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Seonghwa hit the elevator button, realizing, âNo, actually. Do you think thatâll be a problem?â
Remembering how cautious you were around Wooyoung, Hongjoong shook his head and laughed at the thought of you actually engaging with Wooyoung in such a way. Plus, you never showed that kind of interest in anyone, except for him. He didnât have anything to worry about. âNo, I think weâre probably fine. Sheâs a good girl.â Stepping into the elevator with Seonghwa, he looked down at his friendâs hand, which was mere inches away from his, gulping, his ringed fingers twitching slightly.
âWooyoungâs feisty, but wonât push anything on another hybrid if they disapprove.â Watching the numbers on the elevator slowly go down, Seonghwa pressed his shoulder into Hongjoongâs smaller one, able to notice how he tensed up. The backs of his fingers just barely began to brush over his friendâs, making him feel warm, but not able to pull through and actually attempt to hold his hand.
âThatâs good.â Hongjoong focused intently on the numbers on the screen above him, taking in a deep breath and moving his fingers against Seonghwaâs, just barely interlocking their pinky fingers together.
âGood, yeah,â Seonghwa replied softly, his heart about to beat out of his chest, swallowing his nerves down like he would with the wine he was about to drink at the restaurant. He squeezed Hongjoongâs pinky against his own. âVery good.â
âAbsolutely.â Hongjoong felt like he was going to melt into the floor, not realizing he was holding his breath until he started to feel a little lightheaded.
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âYoungie,â you accidentally blurted out, shivering as Wooyoungâs rough tongue came in contact with your neck, whining when he pulled the collar of your hoodie down to get better access to your collarbone area. He said he wanted to see if you tasted like kiwis because of Hongjoongâs shampoo. You werenât sure if it worked like that, but it couldnât hurt to try. Though, it tickled a lot and Wooyoungâs scent was making you feel really warm.
Wooyoung let out a small chirp-like sound of approval at your nickname for him, stopping mid-lick to push his head into yours, nuzzling you. âI like that, Kitty. Keep calling me that.â
Your ears flattened into your hair, and your heart thumped away inside your chest. âOkay, Youngie. Please call me Kitty from now on too. I like it.â Running your fingers over the wet sections of your neck, you asked, âSo did it taste like kiwi?â
âUh-uh.â Wooyoung pouted for a second, only to smile brightly when he remembered about the snacks he brought. He turned his body to reach into the plastic bag next to him, pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk and handing you one, taking out a bag of de-pitted cherries as well. Seonghwa always took the pits out so he didn't have to worry about Wooyoung choking. âSnack time!â
Poking the straw through the box and taking a few gulps of the drink, you jumped slightly and turned your body towards the other hybridâs, remembering Hongjoongâs words. âThank you, Youngie.â
Slurping a couple cherries into his mouth and gobbling them down without much thought, he turned his body towards yours as well, speaking with his mouth full, âWelcome, Kitty. Want a cherry?â When you nodded, he took a bite of another one and pressed it to your lips, tilting his head to the side when you gingerly nibbled on it, your cheeks flushed. âSomething wrong?â
âItâs an indirect kiss,â you murmured shyly, taking the rest of the cherry into your mouth when he pushed it inside and chewing it.
Wooyoung took a sip of his milk, batting his long eyelashes at you, his big, bushy tail idly flicking at one of your bare thighs. âYou want a direct one?â
âI-i mean, well, umâŠyesâŠâ you stuttered out, barely able to handle Wooyoung pouncing on you, almost making you knock your milk carton over. He smelled so good. So yummy. You really wanted to taste him.
âHere I come, kitty cat.â Resting one hand near your head on the cushion below and leaning down towards you, he took a bite of a cherry and chewed, pressing it down onto your lips and rubbing the juices around. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, idly licking the sweetness off of them, slowly deepening the kiss once you lowered your carton to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.
He blindly reached for another cherry or two. Kiss. kiss. kiss. Lick. Lick. Lick. Wooyoungâs tongue began to eagerly explore your mouth, licking at the roof of your mouth and at one of your inner cheeks, eventually focusing on your rough tongue, slurping it into his mouth like he did with the cherry and sucking on it. With your bodies and fluffy tails entwined, the fox hybrid began to rut himself against you out of habit, his hardened cock rubbing deliciously on your clit, the material of your tiny, thin shorts offering you pleasure as well.
Mewling into the hybridâs mouth, you broke the kiss, your glistening lips connected with a few strings of saliva, your combined pheromones making the both of you feel like you were on fire and in need of more stimulation. Now feeling comfortable, you took the half-empty milk carton from his hand and pushed him onto the floor, hearing him let out a surprised yelp, not wasting any time landing down onto him with one leg in between his and the other pressing on the outside of it. âKitty wants to play. Kitty wants to taste Youngie.â
Wooyoung took the carton from you and lifted his sweater up and over his tiny pink nipples, tilting the carton, pouring the milk onto the both of them, purring, âTaste me, Kitty. I know you want milk.â
As your irises grew to the size of saucers, you leaned yourself down onto him, lapping the sweet, sticky liquid from his nipples one at a time, sucking on them to make sure you cleaned them properly. âMm, yummy. More, Youngie. More milk.â
Flustered and turned on, Wooyoung felt like he was about to blow his load from feeling your tiny sandpaper-like tongue on his sensitive chest. He poured a bit more milk onto himself, the liquid trickling down his abdomen this time. When you dove back in to lap up the milk from his nipples, your tongue slid back and forth over them at an increasingly desperate speed, making him moan more and more, unable to hold back. âFeels really good. Kittyâs making Youngie feel so hot.â
Your pussy pulsed and your ears twitched slightly from the praise you were receiving. It made you want more. You dragged your tongue down his soft body, still lapping at the milk, moving lower and lower until you got to the waistband of his shorts. Sniffing at the smell of pre-cum soaking through the thin material, you instinctively rubbed your cheek against his clothed cock, giving it a few experimental licks, feeling it twitch against your tongue.
Wooyoung whined softly, pulling his shorts down, his cock springing up into your face, your eyes focusing on the shiny reddened tip. âI have more milk for you, Kitty. Lick and suck, and itâll come out.â
âOkay, Youngie.â You were familiar with oral because Hongjoong always let you do it to him when he woke up with morning wood, giving you a tummy full of cum to tide you over until breakfast. Feeling your shorts stick to your pussy with a heavy amount of arousal, you licked up the shaft like you were working with a dripping ice cream cone, slowly allowing it into your warm mouth and bobbing your head at a steady pace, drooling onto it.
Wooyoung arched his back, grasping at the carpet below with his free hand, whining and moaning, his voice coming out higher-pitched than before. "So good," he sighed out, gazing down at you with glossy, dilated eyes. "Don't stop, Kitty..."
You alternated between licking all around it and sucking on it, your rough tongue sending shivers up his spine, his fluffy tail jolting every now and then. When you pushed the majority of Wooyoung's pulsing cock into your mouth, the fox moaned wantonly, letting go of the milk carton, not noticing when it began to leak out into the plush carpet. He was too focused on how good it felt to have a pretty kitty play with his cock. So good, he might-
âMmmâŠ!â you reacted, feeling Wooyoungâs cum spilling down your throat, pulling away to have it shoot out onto your tongue in spurts. You swallowed it down in gulps, his cum so hot and thick it made you crave more, but wanting it inside your pussy instead. âWant more milk. Want it inside me. In my special place.â
Wooyoungâs ear rotated in different directions, his cock instantly coming to life upon hearing your soft-spoken request. âKitty can have all of my milk,â he answered, reaching down to help you slip out of your shorts, a long, thick bead of arousal dripping off of your cunt and onto his twitching length. âCome on, kitty cat. Letâs breed~â
Wooyoungâs words made your brain short-circuit, not even realizing what was happening until got onto the hybrid's lap, feeling something warm and heavy filling you up to the brim, your tight cunt already clenching around whatever was pumping in and out of you. Oh, Youngieâs milk shooter. It was already deep inside you, sending pleasant chills up your spine, your fluffy tail coiling around one of the foxâs thighs. "Youngie," you purred, not even moving yourself, simply letting the fox eagerly slam his hips up into yours, the loud slapping sounds like music to your fluffy ears. You loved the sound of breeding. It made you feel so warm. So hot.
Panting, Wooyoung made a low, guttural sound, his irises blown wide, suddenly grabbing your body and switching your positions, this time laying himself down against your back, the front of you pressing into the soft carpet. When you looked back up at him with surprise, your eyebrows still drawn from the pleasure, Wooyoung responded by fucking you a lot faster than before now that he was in full control. âThis is a better position for breeding, Kitty. Want you to have a full litter.â
All this talk about breeding and having kitties of your own, fox hybrid kitties at that, made you almost feel a little dizzy. You just met Youngie in person today, but you already wanted him to take care of you when you were full for him, have him protect you from harm, and love you. âGive Kitty Youngieâs milk. Want your kits in me. In Kittyâs breeding hole.â
Hearing you talk about the kits that he could help you produce sent him into an instinctive frenzy, fucking you hard into the soft floor, his hands squeezing into your bouncing ass on each side, kneading it and watching his cock disappear inside your slick cunt over and over. Making you let out deep purrs mixed with whiny, desperate mewls, Wooyoung hunched over you, burying his face into your neck, licking and sucking it, murmuring, âKitty sounds so pretty. I like hearing Kittyâs pretty purring and moansâŠâ
His praise and his ability to send you in an almost mind-melting state of pleasure made you revel in the fact that Wooyoung was your new special friend, hoping you could see him again soon in case he didnât successfully breed you this time. âYoungie, itâs coming out,â you moaned, only having to get filled up with his cock one last time, before your release began pouring out of you.
âKittyâs so wet and warm,â Wooyoung sighed deeply, slamming his hips into yours a few more times, your extra tight hole drawing whiny-sounding moans from his lips, his body starting to jolt. He squeezed your ass tightly, spurting his thick seed deep into your womb, barely able to moan, âTake my milk, little kitty. Wanna see you so full for me next time I see you. Wanna see you make your own milk for me.â
âKitty wants Youngieâs kitsâŠâ you purred back, your lower half shuddering a bit after getting creampied. âWanna make my own milk so that you can taste it.â You looked back at him to give him a sheepish smile, your tail swishing around and tickling the hybridâs chest.
âIâll give you my kits, kitty cat,â he reassured, pressing his lips to your head, rubbing your hips in a soothing way. He licked your earlobe, drawing more purrs from you. âAnd Iâll be sure to drink your milk. I promise~â
You began to purr even louder, relishing the thought of being Wooyoungâs mate, able to get bred and tasted by him whenever you both felt like it. Feeling Wooyoung slowly pull out, you whined at the emptiness and the feeling of his seed slowly dribbling out of you. You rested your sweaty face against the carpet, so fucked-out your small tongue slid out of your mouth, still feeling your heart pound inside your chest. You really liked Youngie. You wanted to see him again, and you were about to tell him, but the door unlocked and swung open.
âI told you not to have that last glass, dumbass,â Hongjoong scolded Seonghwa, despite the fierce blush on his face. His friend was leaning against him and nuzzling the side of his head, sufficiently drunk. Seonghwa mumbled something incoherently, his eyes shut, but suddenly opened them up when he heard his friend gasp out loud.
âNo! Bad Y/N!â he started, already running over to the kitchen to grab the spray bottle, encouraging you to tiredly crawl into Wooyoungâs lap and rest your face in the crook of his neck, purring softly from taking in your mixed scents. Hongjoong stood in front of the both of you, looking between your naked sweaty bodies, slowly lowering the bottle to his side as to not ruin an (admittedly) cute moment. He instead faced Seonghwa who plopped down onto the couch and sunk into it, ready to fall asleep. âArenât you upset, Seonghwa? Wooyoung isnât fixed. He probablyââ
Seonghwa shook his head, pointing down to the carpet where a spot had formed on the dark carpet. âNo, I think weâre good. He definitely pulled out. Just like I taught him.â He reached down to pat Wooyoungâs head, smiling softly down at his companion. âGood job, sweetie.â
Wooyoung chirped at his ownerâs praise, still nuzzling you, holding you close, finding the vibrations of your constant purring to be extremely therapeutic.
Hongjoong walked up to the carpet and leaned down, inspecting it closely. âAre you sure this is cum? Itâs not white or anything.â He placed his hands on his hips, looking down at Wooyoung with a stern expression, making the fox hybrid gulp. âWhat is that stain, Wooyoung?â
Knowing he wasnât lying, Wooyoung rubbed your back in small circles, chiming with a proud smile, flashing his canine teeth up at the man. âItâs milk.â
"enchanted" [ateez: yunho + ???] PART 1 of valentine special
genre: FLUFF + slight angst
ficstyle: bulletpoints + mini series [PART 1] [PART 2]
prompt: (could be g/n) fem y/n transfer student catches the attention of the school's rich prince, yunho but does it work out? // slight trigger warnings: anxiety // inspired by enchanted by taylor swift and we didnât even date by katherine li
note: I'm just writing for fun and to relieve stress // enjoy~Â
you were transferring to a new school and that was scary to you
making friends was always something that you struggled with
how other people could make friends just by smiling never made sense to you
the thought of someone hanging out with you made you break out into cold sweat
what if they didn't like who you were?
what if they just wanted to get to know you to make fun of you?
the list of âwhat if'sâ continue
but for some reason, there was one person that broke your shell and helped you out of your cocoon
that person was jeong yunho
after your initial class introduction, no one really went out of their way to talk to you
after a while, yunho walked up to you and introduced himself
only after that, did the others do the same
he was that guy that everyone adored; both guys and girls alike
the handsome, rich, talented and kindhearted trendsetter
yunho was irritated that they waited for him to talk to you first to do the same
as soon as you walked into the class, you could say he was enchanted
never has he ever felt the feeling of being mesmerized by the first glance
it was like a filter of aurora-colored bubbles filled the air around you and the dazzling light was shining behind you like an angel
the sight of you tugged at his heart
it made him smile immediately
was this what love at first sight felt like?
just by looking at you, he knew that you were the shy type
the way you fidgeted at the hem of your sleeves to calm down
the way you looked everywhere but the eyes of your future classmates
he just knew that he was the one that had to stand up for you
he wanted to see your real smile and not the one you forced at the front of the class
all of these thoughts flooded his mind for the whole 11 minutes and 28 seconds since you walked into the room
after giving your classmates the shortest answers you possibly could, they lost interest and went their separate ways
except yunho
you kept looking at your desk, occasionally glancing at him to see if he would leave
the way his classmates flocked over to you after he initiated a conversation made you realized that he was of the popular kind
someone like that would be bored with someone like you
you were expecting him to leave
but he didn't
"so.. can I call you by your first name? or is that too casual?" yunho smiled as he shoved his clammy hands in his pockets
"you can call me by my first name.. I don't mind.." you softly sighed, hoping that he'd leave after that
"cool! so.. that makes us friends right?"
yunho thought that he needed to take baby-steps to have someone like you warm up to him
you were generally confused on why someone like him would want to be friends with you
"yunho.. you seem like nice guy.. but you would be wasting your time being friends with me.."
it was better to cut the problem at the bud
but yunho stood his ground
"I would like to find that out for myself"
and that was the beginning of an annoyingly comforting friendship
at first, yunho was just your classmate
he would go over what was expected for the semester and just talk about general school work
occasionally, offering to eat with you at lunch or chill with you during breaktime
only occasionally though because others would ask to hang out with him during those times before he had the chance to ask you first
although he did like you, he didn't want others knowing that he liked you just yet
you didn't mind being alone
but you also didn't mind being around yunho
just like how you usually like the cloudy and gloomy days but the change of seeing the sun wasn't too bad
which wasn't too bad since it was the beginning of winter
"y/n~" yunho placed his hand on your shoulder
you turned around and to your surprise, your cheek squished against his finger
he almost passed out from how surprised and how cute you looked with your cheeks squished
"yunho.. please stop bothering me.. I'm trying to study.." you mumbled as you turned back to your studies
he doesn't miss how pink your ears got while you rubbed your cheek
"okay~ so I'll stop bothering you on one condition.." yunho said this while seating in seat in front of you, facing you with his hands cupping his face on his propped up arms
you sighed in a (slightly) fake annoyance, "what is the condition?"
he puts his hand out like he's asking for something
"the condition is that you give me your number so that I can bother you when you have the chance to look at your phone.."
"that's it?" you asked with your head tilted
yunho wanted to screenshot that moment of you tilting your head in his heart forever
"yup that's it.. I know that when you study, you turn your phone on silent.. I'll bother you when you have time hehe.." yunho was so proud at his approach in getting your number
we're not going to talk about how long he's been working on "plan-get-y/n's-number"
"why do you have to bother me so much, yunho? don't you have other friends to bother?"
you were always the one to pushed him away; scared that once you get closer to him, he's going to leave
but he always stayed
yunho leaned in closer to you, even though he was scared that you could hear how loud his heart was beating
"because out of all of my friends, you're the only one I love to bother the most.."
yunho hoped that you didn't notice him slip in the word love
while you hoped that he didn't notice you slowly fall for him, all you could do was just nod and go back to studying
as the days got colder, yunho would offer to walk you to and from school after he found out that you two almost had the same route to school
"yunho.. you don't have to walk me to and from home... don't you have a chauffeur? I can walk myself home.."
yunho would ruffle your hair, ever so slightly so that he doesn't mess up your hair. "what if I'm just walking you to and from your home since it's a great way to get some exercise in? geeezz y/n, why must everything be about you?"
whenever yunho teased, it made you turn pink because you weren't good with comebacks
"I didn't mean it like that.." you pouted through the pink hue across your face
you were just too cute in yunho's eyes; how could he not tease you?
he always had to calm himself down from smiling too hard at the sight of you before continuing
"I know," he'd say while softly pinching your cheeks, "I know"
being with you made yunho forget that he was the heir to his parentâs ever growing company
you made him remember that he can be a regular-smegular human around you
you didnât treat him like a prince
you treated him like how heâs always wanted to be treatedÂ
to be known for himself, instead of his statusÂ
the last day of december rolled around and you got sick
you weren't replying to yunho's messages after you told him that you were sick
the first couple days was quite peaceful, all you had to do was focusing on getting better
it was a great time to yourself; doing whatever you wanted in the comfort of your own home and not worrying about what others might think of you
your parents were out at another relative's house to celebrate new year's eve; you insisted that they went or that you would be upset with them, you wanted them to have fun~
since you napped all day, you had energy at night to celebrate new year's eve however you wanted to
and that was harry potter marathons with sparkling cider by the kotatsu with just yourself and your golden retriever
while setting up, you heard heavy thuds on your door
you turned white with fear
your parents would've called if they were heading home so you knew it wasn't your parents
the knocking grew louder
you plucked up the courage to open the camera that was installed at the door
"YUNHO?!" your raspy voice rang as you saw the tall figure behind the doorÂ
he was scared to meet the eyes of your parents and was more relaxed to see you open the door for him
he couldnât help but show a cheesy smile towards youÂ
you were in your fluffy, sherpa robe that had bunny earsÂ
your cheeks were flushed from still being sick but he secretly wishes that he was the one that made your cheeks pink
you noticed that he had a basket of luxury assorted teas, honey and vitamin c-enriched fruitsÂ
âI got these for you so that you can get well soon~â yunho shoved them into your arms before you could get a word in
âthanks..â you muttered
you both just stood there at the doorway, waiting for someone to speak next
yunho was getting nervous, he wants you to invite him in but he would understand if you didnât
he was ready to spin around and go home before your voice stops him in his tracks
âyou can come in.. itâs cold out here..â you spoke softly, hoping that he didnât notice the change in your voice from being sick
âoh.. thanks y/n...â
yunho didnât want to seem noticeably excited when those words left your lips so he just said the next thing that came up, ânice husky voice.. you should join a rock band..â
you turned around so quick to smack him in the arm, âitâs not THAT huskyâ
that made you both giggle
seeing you comfortably hit made yunho happy in a strange way
maybe he was slowly opening the door to your heart
or maybe you just felt comfortable since you were in the comforts of your own home
either way, he was just happy to see you
ânice house,â yunho murmured, checking out your house
âsorry our house is probably small compared to what youâre used to..â
âitâs not small, itâs cozy...â
you raised your brows at him, âcozy is what rich people say about commoner houses..âÂ
yunho gasped, pretending to clutch at his pearls, ânooo, thatâs not true at all! this is the perfect house.. so.. are your parents home?â
âno, we usually celebrate new yearâs eve at my relativeâs house but I didnât want them to miss out because of me so I made them go without me..â
âwoowww.. you MADE them go?â yunho smirked
it was interesting to see you have some dominanceÂ
you ignored his question
âdo you want anything to drink or eat?â you asked as you placed the basket down on the dining room table, keeping in eye out on your shy and weary dog who wasnât 100% with yunho yet
yunho took out some things from the basket, âhow about I make you some tea?â
âbut youâre a guest in my home-â you tried to protest but yunho blocked you from entering the kitchen
âbut YOUâRE sick, that holds more importance right now.. just tell me where things are in the kitchen~âÂ
you and yunho were in the kitchen gathering things to whip up this fancy concoctionÂ
âthe mugs are right here..â you reached up to get them but yunho got to them first
you could feel his breath hover over you and that was when you noticed that heâs got you caged in; one of his arm was holding onto the counter on your left side and the other was reaching up to get the mugsÂ
you two just stood there for a little before yunho pulled away to place the mugs onto the counter
âdo you have a teapot or a kettle?â he barely spoke above a whisper but you heard him very clearlyÂ
you just nodded as you slithered away from under him to get itÂ
everything you both did in the kitchen was in silenceÂ
the tension in the kitchen was so thick you couldnât even cut it with the sharpest knifeÂ
all you could focus on was the tensionÂ
you werenât paying attention when you held the kettle by the spout and not the handle, causing you to yelp in painÂ
yunho rushed you over to the sink to submerge the burn under cold running water
in a split second, your dog ran over and tried to pounce on yunho; believing that he was the villainÂ
that broke the silence and made you all laugh
âtiny~ itâs okay, baby~ heâs not a bad guy okay??â you patted your dog to try to calm him down and get him off of yunho
that soft, reassuring side of you made yunho feel like he wanted to spend the rest of his life with youÂ
yunho got down to your dogâs level and tried to reassure them as well and as if tiny didnât get pounced on yunho to protect you, tiny now pounced on yunho to lick his faceÂ
âdogs really love me you know?â yunho smiled at you while playing with tiny
âI can tell..â you said softly as you gently ran your fingers over your burn
yunho got up and inspected your hand
âIâm no good in the kitchen..â you were embarrassedÂ
âfinally! you have one flaw!â he jeered to lift up the mood
âwhat do you mean?! I have many flaws!â
he shook his head, ânope this is the only one, I swear on my heart~â
he went back to examining your hand, âyou let go of the spout fast enough so it doesnât look too bad.. we should put some ointment and bandaid on it..â
âwe?â that was the only word that stuck out to youÂ
yunho froze for a second before saying, âyou go take care of your burn and Iâll finish your tea, okay? holler for me if you need any help..â
after yunho made your tea, he just sat there playing with tiny
you sat quietly at the dining table, trying to put your bandaid on with your non-dominate hand
âhere, let me help..âÂ
you just gave it to him without saying anything but, âokayâ
the ongoing silence was too unbearable, you were used to yunho talking non-stop and keeping the conversation goingÂ
âyunho.. why did you come visit me?â
yunho firmly pressed on the bandage so that it was properly stuck on; you thought he didnât hear you at firstÂ
âI wanted to see you... I heard you were sick and I couldnât stop wondering if you were okay or not.. you werenât messaging me back so...â
âoh..â was all you could manage to say backÂ
you looked everywhere but yunho, your eyes landed on the clock in the kitchen
it was 11:59 pm
yunhoâs eyes followed yours and saw the clockÂ
without a word, he pulled in you his arms and searched your eyes for any sign of discomfort
there wasnât any but you were surprised
âI donât want you sick..â you whispered as you covered your lips
yunho leaned in without breaking eye contactÂ
and when your phone rang at exactly 12, he kissed your foreheadÂ
âhappy new years, y/n..â
you stood there for the whole time the phone rang, just looking at him in shock
when it rang again, you fumbled your way out of his arms and picked up the phone
ây/n! sweetie! we called to say happy new years, why didnât you pick up right away?â your mother was yelling, you could tell she was drunk
âI was in the bathroom..â you liedÂ
âwell weâre on our way home now~ see you soon~â your dad chimed in, from the sound of his voice, he was struggling to keep your mom upÂ
âbYE baB-âÂ
the call ended right there
âI guess thatâs my cue to leave..â yunhoâs voice broke the silenceÂ
you just nodded and led him to the door
âtext me when you get home okay?â you couldnât look up at him, you didnât want him to see how red your face had become
but if you did, you would see how red his face was tooÂ
he softly ruffled your hair, âI will.. good night y/nâ
âgood night yunhoâ
the rest of your winter break was a blurÂ
you focused it on getting better and hanging out with your parents
when they questioned the basket of goodies, you just told them you won a giveawayÂ
february was the start of the new school year
you were nervous to go back and socialize again
but you were also nervous to see yunho
you texted each other regularly but neither of you talked about the forehead kiss or the tension you both experience at your houseÂ
the second you saw yunho, you started feeling like your heart was filled with sparkling heart-shaped butterflies dancing around
yunho couldnât help but smile when he saw you
he approached you and cupped at your cheeks with so much love in his eyes, âhey there, little one..â
you didnât have the strength to push him away anymore, you wanted him to stay so you just let him cup your face
âhey there..â
âyunho? whoâs this?â an unfamiliar voice came from behind yunho
it belong to the prettiest girl youâve probably ever since in person
yunho let go of your face and introduced you to his childhood friend, ây/n, this is roxanne, my childhood friend.. and roxanne, this is y/n... my-â
he paused for a second because he didnât know what to call you as
his crush?
his soon-to-be-lover-once-he-asked-you-out?
âyour what?â roxanne seemed impatient, wanting to know more about you
âIâm his friend..â you smiled as you stuck your hand out for her to shake it
she just looked at your hand and then looked back at your face, sending you a superficial smile, âhm.. nice to meet you, y/n..â
she turned her attention back to yunho, âyunho~ you have to show me around~ I donât know where anything is~âÂ
yunho agreed to help her out and smiled at you, âsee you in classâ
you just nodded at him and watch her cling onto him as they both walk away from you
you couldnât help but feel the butterflies that were fleetingÂ
the next couple of days, you just kept to yourself; knowing that yunho was always pulled away from his childhood friend who was a year younger than the both of you whenever she go the chance
yunho wasnât seated next to you in class so it was hard to talk to you during class
and whenever there was a break or lunch, roxanne would take him away to a place where there wasnât you
you were now the one initiating texting yunho
yunho tried to text you as much as he could
but whenever roxanne saw him smiling at his phone, she would distract him away from his phone
she knew he was texting youÂ
roxanne didnât like you and you knew that from the first encounter you had with her
roxanne always loved yunhoÂ
her parents and yunhoâs parents were friends before roxanne and yunho were even a thoughtÂ
from the moment roxanne saw yunho, she knew he was the one for her
he was her perfect prince
the matching ken to her barbie
so if there was anyone that was in the way, she will do everything she can to have him to herselfÂ
it was now valentineâs day
you werenât planning to do anything but the days leading up to valentineâs day, you couldnât stop thinking about yunho
maybe you could bake him some cookies and leave in on his desk
that was enough for youÂ
you just wanted to show him that you still cared about him
being in the kitchen was never your strongest suitÂ
but for him.. youâll give it a go
why?
these days without him made you realized, that you like him
love him even
that you would fight for him
roxanne was just another person fighting for his loveÂ
the night before the 14th, you cut yourself countless of times while making him these âsimpleâ cookies
you even burned yourself countless of more timesÂ
they werenât perfect but they tasted good
the cookies reminded you of yourself; you may not be the best at a lot of things but you still have worthÂ
your hands were clammy holding the bag of homemade cookies
maybe you shouldâve just bought him a box of chocolate insteadÂ
when you saw him in the hallways, you just thought that you might as well give it to himÂ
that was until roxanne came around the corner with a small crowd
her arm was linked with yunhoâs
and that was when you saw a ring on her left ring finger
roxanne saw you at the end of the hall and spoke out to the crowd
âyou know yunhoâs parents thought that I would make such a great wife for yunho, so weâre arranged to be married~ itâs that great?â she showed off her ring to the crowd
yunho was looking so glum the whole time, he couldnât look up the whole time roxanne was making a scene
but there was something that made him look up
and he saw you holding a bag of cookies
and he saw the many bandages on your hands
without thinking he took a step forward, but roxanne pulled him back
âyunho? baby?âÂ
yunho looked back at roxanne
he couldnât believe that she made her father talk his parents into a forced marriage; even if he didnât like her like that, it was for the benefit of the company
it was always status with yunhoâs parents and roxanne used that and her fatherâs devotion to his daughterâs love to her advantage
thatâs what made you turn to run away; the way they looked like the perfect couple
how could you even think of being with him at all?
he was out of your league
as much as he was enchanted by you, you grew to be find him enchanting
you didnât want him to have someone waiting on him
you didnât want him to be in love with someone else
but most importantly, you didnât want him to see you cryÂ
you didnât want to be apart of this fairytale where the only one who has a sad ending is you
the moment you ran, yunho ran after you
pushing through the crowd to get to you
you heard him call out to youÂ
you heard his footsteps running towards youÂ
but you didnât stop running
you were clenching the bag of cookies so hard, you were sure it was mashed up
the cookies were probably in a better state than your heart was
you ran down the stairs and hid in a classroom
holding your sobbing breath; scared that he could find you
yunho got to the same floor as you; trying to call out for you and then continued to run down more flights of stairs
as his footsteps faded away, you slumped into the groundÂ
you didnât even date, you might as well have
maybe itâs your fault, you got attached and called it love
you didnât date but you wished that you have
but he wasnât yours, he never will beÂ
you couldnât help but continue to sob into your armsÂ
why did you let him into your life?Â
you knew that one of you would be leaving the relationship you two built, you just didnât know who, when and how
you totally forgot about the bag of cookies you made until you heard the crinkling of the bag
âwow these are completely destroyed..âÂ
the voice of a guy you didnât know checked the bag you didnât let go until now
he opened the bag and reached in for a piece of a cookie
âwait!â you reached out for the bag through your tears before he was able to take a bite
âwere these cookies for someone?â
 you dropped your arm, âthey were...â
âdid you get rejected?âÂ
the sheer nonchalant tone of the question threw you off guard
âum.. well.. thereâs no chance for me with this person anymore.. so thereâs no point in tryingâ
âbut how do you know?â you didnât notice that the guy crouched down to look to see if you were okay
âheâs kind of.. engaged now..â
âohh... itâs that yunho guy huh...â
you looked up at him with glossy eyes, âhow do you know about yunho?â
the guy was a little startled at your reaction; but also was startled at how pretty you looked while crying
âwell.. itâs kind of hard not to when that girl, roxanne, keeps on shoving her ring and her new man in everyoneâs faces as soon as she showed up at school..â
you got quiet again
you didnât want to talk about yunho anymore
and as if the guy read your mind, he said, âyou know these cookies are quite good..â
âeven though, they arenât pretty?â
he chuckled, âwho cared about that? if anything, you gave the cookies some character.. they still taste good whether you break them in half or keep them as a whole..â
you smile at his words, âthatâs a good way of thinking..â
for some reason when he saw you smile, he smiled too
âso...â the boy held his hand out for you to use to help you get up from your spot, âwhatâs your name?â
I realized why I always get this nostalgic feeling of love when I see Yunho and always write him as being the childhood friend who's always had a crush on you... he reminds me a lot of my first love. The right person.. but the wrong time (':
summary: youâre volunteering for this yearâs vacation bible school, and wooyoungâs little brother just so happens to be in your group. is it wrong of him to use kyungmin as his wing man? eh, who cares. wooyoung is just determined to get you to fall for him before the week is over, and heâll do whatever it takes.
word count: 10.5kÂ
warnings: light smut!!! afab reader. wooyoung is whipped.
you closed the book as you sat in your favorite spot in the library
where there barely anyone there but you could still hear the voices of the other students
was there really such thing as a happily ever after?
it just seems like itâs highly fantasied yet unrealisticÂ
itâs just your brain releasing a bunch of chemical reactionsÂ
you couldnât understand why people would destroy their lives over itÂ
like your parents; they swore til death they would part and that their life would be a happily ever afterÂ
but after a couple years you were born, it was like the illusion of love faded away and their marriage ended in a divorceÂ
they still cared for you but it opened your eyesÂ
love was fiction
you never used that word, even if itâs not about someone
the thought of love scared youÂ
so itâs better to steer away from that word; throw away that whole concept
when you enrolled into hogwarts, it was cool to focus on something else
you had access to a variety of books, could take any class that there was to offer, or even join quidditch (which you joined as a keeper)
youâve always enjoyed books; especially in the library
not only because when your friends ever tried to talk to you about people that theyâre interested in, you could just escape to library
but because it was a good way to get away from loud and obnoxious people like draco malfoy or scheming trouble makers like harry and friends
that was until you heard potter make an bet with malfoy inside the library
âas if you could find someone that could like a rotten ferret like you other than a slytherin!â
âyeah he got loads of girls fawning after him!â weasley added
âand guys!â granger echoed
potter and weasley gave a surprised look over a granger but she just nodded to confirm what she said
âjust you wait, potter... Iâll prove you wrong!â malfoy was fuming
this commotion was your cue to leave the library
the group of misfit just watched as you glared at them before leaving the libraryÂ
harry leaned in real close to draco
âif you canât get y/l/n to go to on a date with you by this weekend, you owe me 25 galleons..â
âbring it onâ
draco didnât care about the money, he just wanted to win the bet and prove scarhead wrong
but draco was glad that potter chose someone that was a pretty, smart and talented pureblood
even though he didnât talk to you, he knew who you were and what kind of student you were
he thought that you were a quiet, studious ravenclaw that never had someone pin for them so it would be easy for him to reel you inÂ
you unfortunately had a class with the misfits but usually you sat near the far away from them as possible, even if it wasnât in the front like youâd likeÂ
this time, you were there for class before they were so you were able to get the spot you wantedÂ
the 3rd from the front, on the far right; it was near the front but away from the professorÂ
you were getting your books out when you noticed someone sit next to you
âIâm sure this seat isnât taken.. is it alright if I sit here?â
you looked over at the platinum blondie and had the urge to move seatsÂ
âyouâre already sitting there anyways, would it even matter if I said that you couldnât sit there?â
draco pulled his books closer to him so that he could rest his arms on top the books for a head rest and kept his eye contact with youÂ
âaw you really donât mean that do you? is it really that awful to sit next to me?â
he tried to tuck your hair behind your ear but you jerked awayÂ
you looked away to adjusted your hair yourself, âyes it wouldâ
draco was surprised by your firmnessÂ
âwhy?â
you exhaled and turned to him with slight fake smile, âyouâre annoying.. your obsession with harry potter is something the whole room and I could deal without.. and you can be pretentious and act like a spoiled brat.. I donât being around someone like that..â
you thought you were going to get an earful from him, defending his character after you heard some snickers around you
but he just looked at you with wide-eyesÂ
you just gave him a glimpse into the other sideÂ
he never thought of himself like thatÂ
hearing all of that from a third personâs point of view made him rethink his whole existenceÂ
âwhat if I wasnât like that anymore?â he was speaking so quietly, you were sure no one else could hear himÂ
âwhy would you want to do that?â
draco thought to himself before answeringÂ
âbecause I donât want you to see me like that anymore..â
you couldnât wrap your head around his words
âif you have some ulterior motives with me, donât waste your time.. why do you care what I think of you anyways?â you slightly raised your voice in confusionÂ
he gently led your face towards his by resting your chin onto his index finger and guiding it over
âbecause I-â
âclass! today we will be learning about how to turn a whistle into a watch!â mcgonagallâs voice boomed at the start of classÂ
you turned to focus your attention onto mcgonagall to forget about that weird interaction you had with malfoyÂ
why was he so touchy?Â
it bothered you that he invaded your personal spaceÂ
while you were focusing on class, draco was focusing on your question
why did he even care about what you thought of draco anyways?
was it really because of potterâs bet?
or was it because he really did like you?
although, draco never really had a problem with girls in the house of slytherin, girls in the other houses would never go for himÂ
he was mean and classist against anyone who wasnât a pureblood Â
even if they were a pureblood, if they werenât hanging with other purebloods, they were a blood traitorÂ
that was his ideology and everyone knew thatÂ
he said it so much that he pushed the thought of even liking anyone outside his ideology
that was until he saw you
it was like it was out of a fairytaleÂ
you were just sitting in the library on the windowsill; basking in the sunlight, gently carrying each page over and over againÂ
he could watch you read for hours (and he did once)Â
it was the first time he felt a sense of tranquilityÂ
and it was the first time he felt little butterflies in his stomachÂ
you were everything that he was looking and yet youâd never look at himÂ
so yeah.. he really did like youÂ
by the time he made up his mind, the classroom was emptyÂ
and the seat that was occupied by you was empty as wellÂ
forget the bet with potter
draco was gonna start pinning for you for himself and not for anyone elseÂ
that was when you started to see draco more often in your usual everyday lifeÂ
you were quietly eating at the ravenclaw table when draco sat across from youÂ
âare you enjoying your meal, love?â
you sighed in annoyance, âwhy are you bothering me malfoy?â
âIâm not trying to bother you.. I just wanted to talk to you... besides..â draco reaches over to wipe some crumbles from the corner of your mouth before licking the remnants
âyouâre cute when youâre eating..â
you just sat there, squinting in confusion at the boy in front of you
âI just lost my appetite...â you got up and just left him there trying to ignore the snickering around him
the constant advances were getting on your nervesÂ
why you?Â
why was draco tormenting you?
these things probably worked in the books or even other people, but not you
you kept on trying to push him awayÂ
but the more you pushed him away, the more he triedÂ
it got to the point where he was walking you to your classes, without asking you of courseÂ
draco thought that by continuously being by your side, youâd be able to see that he was changing to be better, changing for youÂ
you didnât mind his presence, as long as he was quietÂ
and he surprisingly was
itâs like his temperamental side was only brought out when harry potter or his friends were aroundÂ
but lately, itâs been pretty subdued
keeping it only to slight body shoves or snobby glaresÂ
you had a quidditch game on friday against slytherin
draco used that as a conversation starter every time he talked to you
âhey love, what made you want to be a keeper?â
âmy dear, y/n, have you always wanted to play quidditch?â
âwhatâs cooking, good-looking, how were practices today?â
you grew to tolerate your conversations with draco; even smiling at his jokes but never saying anything to his flirtatious remarksÂ
even though you never said anything about his flirtatious remarks, you were more comfortable with his touches; they felt naturalÂ
he even started to hold your things for you
though you never asked him to but he always held a tight grip on your things and he insisted that you take his offerÂ
draco said something about how physics didnât apply to quidditch that made you laugh
that was the first genuine laugh anyoneâs ever heard from youÂ
harry and his friends happen to be in the areaÂ
harry didnât want draco to win the betÂ
so he decided to take matters into his own handsÂ
ravenclaws and gryffindors had herbology together on thursdayÂ
the spectacled boy stood next to you while madam sprout was lecturing about some new species of carnivorous plant
âdid you know that draco malfoy and I have a bet?â
you didnât think that he was talking to you at first until you noticed that he was staring at you intensely with his brightly colored eyes, waiting for you to answer himÂ
âand I care why?â
âit involves you.. I told him that if he couldnât get you to go on a date with him this weekend, he owes me 25 galleons..â potter smirked
ah.. that was probably why draco started talking to youÂ
you just wanted a regular smegular school life without gossip and drama
you suspected that there was a reason for draco going out of his way talking to a ravenclaw like you and your suspicions were correct
âyou feel proud about that potter? getting me involved with something I wanted no part in? what a guy you are..âÂ
you moved away from him, ignoring his excuses
why did that information make you feel so upset?
it was only recently that draco entered your life but it was a nice feelingÂ
having someone in your life who constantly asks how your day is going
someone who is always waiting to walk you to your classes
someone who just sits next to you and lets you read in silenceÂ
someone who just cares about you
but did he?
did draco malfoy care for you?
are these unwavering feelings of love you were having?
whatâs the difference between caring for someone and loving them?
you exited the class and you almost walked pass dracoÂ
he reached out to grab your arm
âwhoa there, love.. trying to run away-â
you jerked your arm away from him; which startled himÂ
âdid you place a bet with potter? about trying to get me to go on a date with you?â your brows were furrowed at himÂ
dracoâs gaze on you softened, âI did..â
âcool. so this WHOLE time, I just was a bet to be placed. no biggie!â you sarcastically threw your hands aboutÂ
at that time, harry and his friends walked out of the class
âand you, POTTER.. you find joy in toying with peopleâs feelings? and arenât you two his friends? youâre just letting him be a sadist?!â
the three were about to defend themselves but you didnât let them
âall of you should be ashamed of yourself..â
you didnât realized that tears were welling up until your vision became blurryÂ
before anyone could do or say anything, you ran off
you werenât suppose to catch feelingsÂ
love wasnât suppose to be in your vocabulary
it was all suppose to be a chemical reaction released by the brainÂ
so why did your chest hurt?
why were you crying?
why were you thinking about what couldâve been?
draco took off as soon as you did
he didnât even give the trio a deathly glareÂ
he didnât care about anyone else but you
he felt like it was his fault this all happened
he felt like if only he was confident enough to pin for you without anyone telling him what to you, you wouldnât be crying because of him
you hid away in your room; where no one could bother you, where no one could look for youÂ
draco asked every single ravenclaw that he came across if he could enter their common rooms to look for youÂ
but he didnât find any successÂ
so he thought it would be better to leave you alone for now, you went through enough today
he hopes that he has a chance to talk to you before the quidditch match tomorrowÂ
you cried into your satin pillow so hard that you felt like you could drown in your tears; so hard that you fell asleep with tears still staining your face
the next day; you wanted to forget about what happened yesterday with the quidditch matchÂ
that was until you remembered who you were playing againstÂ
you dreaded it when you were putting on your quidditch uniform
you dreaded it when you tried to eat a granola bar before the match
you dreaded it during team stretches and warmupsÂ
you dreaded it until your teams walked passed each otherÂ
that was when you felt a gentle grip on your wrist
âare you alright?âÂ
you couldnât look up to look at him; you couldnât look up at the boy who broke your heart you didnât know you hadÂ
captain roger davies pulled you away from draco, cho chang shielded you away from dracoÂ
âsheâll be better when we beat you..â the captain muttered and led the team awayÂ
everyone heard about what happen and all of your housemates couldnât do anything when they heard you cry in you room; they felt bad for youÂ
you thought that since the field was so big, you didnât have to worry about looking at draco malfoy
but his blonde hair didnât help, your eyes always followed the platinum headed boyÂ
and yet you kept your head in the game, you didnât let anything get pass you
that was until you saw draco and cho fly towards you at an extremely fast pace
you stood in your position, not budging an inchÂ
cho realized that she was going to crash into you or the goal so she tried to go around to try to catch the snitch
but draco kept on flying head onÂ
he was only a couple of feet in front of you
it seemed like he was reaching for you but a flash of gold zoomed by your faceÂ
dracoâs broom knocked into yours and he fell forward
you reached out an arm to catch him
and you did
your lips also caught his lips
somehow the angles at which the brooms hit each other and the way he fell forward, made it so that draco fell onto you
accidentally kissing youÂ
draco immediately leaned back into his broom with the golden snitch in his handÂ
âdraco malfoy caught the snitch! slytherin wins!â
the slytherins cheered as the ravenclaws were upsetÂ
you and draco held eye contact in shock Â
you were the first to landed on the ground
âIâm sorry.. I didnât mean for that to happen-â the boy was rambling after you
âit was an accident.. how were you suppose to know that was suppose to happen..â you mumbled, still not being about look at him when heâs in front of youÂ
âitâs not like I calculated the physics in order for that to happen, you know..â
you chuckled at his joke; he remembered the joke he made before about physics and quidditch
âcan I talk to you? privately?â draco asked
you could tell his voice was different; it was gentle, like a falling feather
it made your chest feel flutteryÂ
you just nodded
âIâll meet you at your favorite spot?â
âdo you even know where that is?â you curiously asked
heâs always followed you around and you had a couple of spots you liked at hogwarts, you wondered if he even knew you had a favorite spot
âletâs just meet there and weâll see..â draco gave you a soft smile before running off to meet up with his team
you saw cho running towards you
âdid he do anything else to you? did he say something mean to you?â she asked, worried about your emotional state
âIâm fine.. really. thanks for checking up on me, cho..â you sent her a smile as you both headed back to get out of your uniform
you made your way to your go-to spot; the windowsill at the corner of the libraryÂ
youâve only shown draco this spot twice
part of you wished that he would find the spot
but a part of you wonders if he even knew where it wasÂ
you found that draco was already there waiting for you
he was holding a neatly wrapped bouquet of lily-of-the-valley, white orchids and blue hyacinths Â
âhowâd you know this was my favorite spot?â you nervously started to pick at your nails, not knowing what else to do in this situationÂ
âI first noticed you in this area when I wanted to escape from the overwhelming feelings of expectations.. you know.. family stuff.. and you were just sitting here.. reading.. like you were in your own little world as if nothing else mattered in the world but you and your book..â
you just stood there and let him speak his mind
âyou were reading a book about flowers, what kind of flowers there are in the world and what they mean.. but they werenât about magical flowers but muggle flowers..â
draco looked up at you; the light was shining behind him, making him look almost ethereal
âI found the book and read it..â
you were surprised, you remembered reading that book months ago and he just happens to remembered the book you were reading
AND he read it even though it had to do with the muggleworld?
âI hope you know what Iâm trying to say with this bouquet..â draco walked towards you to hand you the bundle of flowersÂ
all of these flowers symbolizes an apology, forgiveness
âso, draco...what are you sorry for? why do you want my forgiveness?â your fingers grazed over the flowers, being as gentle as possibleÂ
draco cupped your face so that you couldn really focus and listen to every word heâs about to say
âIâm sorry for being a coward.. I shouldâve told you that I wanted to go on a date with you before the bet.. I let my pride get in front of your feelings.. Iâve always admired you.. but always from afar. I canât change who I was.. but I can change who I am.. and I want to be someone that you can trust.. and maybe even like me back..â
his hands slowly fell from your faceÂ
âbut I understand if you wonât...â
you used one hand to keep his hand on your face
âI want to.. but Iâm scared..â your voice started to get shaky, you wanted someone that could stand by you and support you
you wanted what your parents had before you
you wanted what you read in the romance novelsÂ
âwhat does liking someone lead to? it leads to love and I donât know what love is like.. I only know what love is from the fairytales Iâve read.. love never seemed real..â
âlove is real.. the only thing is love is hard.. we have to put in the work for it.. we donât have to jump into love.. we can take baby steps.. so letâs have our own fairytale..â draco muttered before you both chuckled about how cheesy that sounded
âIâm not joking though, y/n.. I donât care about the bet or my pride.. I just care about you.. and even if itâs not this weekend, I hope that I can take you on a take when youâre ready..â
you smiled as you let him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear
âIâll be ready this weekend..â
âreally?â he smiled
âreally..â you smiled back
harry potter and his friendâs jaws dropped when they saw you and draco in hogsmeade together; smiling and linking arms with one another
potter felt bad about the bet so he made his way over to give draco 25 galleons
âkeep the change, potter,â draco smirked at him before leaving the trio shook to their coresÂ
boy did it feel good to spite his enemies and have the girl heâs always admired, like him back
after divination class you and your group of friends headed straight to the great hall for dinner
you still were in your own headspace while your friends had already moved onto something else to gossip about
but as soon as you sat down for dinner you suddenly didnât feel like eating
âIâm gonna head out..â you muttered, gathered your things and left
your friends just nodded and continued with their conversations
sure they were a bit confused but they were sure you would tell them what was on your mind when you got a chance
but how could you break it to them that you had draco malfoy on your mindÂ
especially when you would tell them that you had no interest for the pretentious bratÂ
but for some reason, he didnât seem like one anymoreÂ
draco was already in the great halls with his groupÂ
also in his own headspace, thinking about you
he saw your every move as soon as you entered the great halls for dinner
when he didnât see you eat at all, he snuck his favorite type of apple into his robes and excused himself
his friends try to intervene and see what was up with draco but he didnât give them the chanceÂ
it was only 7 when you entered the library
you thought it was a good chance to do some assignments ahead of time while you waited for draco
every person that walked by made you think that it was draco
why were you so eager to see him?
you were just doing him a favor
it meant nothing to you.. right?
draco made sure that he didnât seem like he ran to the library to see youÂ
he made sure to catch his breath (check his breath) and fix his hairÂ
he positioned himself so that his arm was propped up on the shelves to look âcoolâ
âhey y/n.. hope you didnât wait too long..â
like last time, you didnât have to look up to figure out who the person wasÂ
you looked at your watch, âitâs not even 8 yetâ
âyeah I wasnât that hungry so I thought that I could just head to the library and get some work done..â
silence took over as you both just stayed in your spots
you looked anywhere but him, moving some of your things around to make some space for him
âwell lets get started on what you need help with for the upcoming potions quiz..âÂ
you didnât expect to sit across from you
usually when you help someone with studying, they sit next to you so that itâs easy to show them your notesÂ
so you looked up at him, âwouldnât it be easier if you sat next to me?â
that question caused draco to smirk
âsorry y/n.. I didnât know that you wanted me to sit next to you.. did you want me to sit closer to you?â
you furrowed your brows in offense, âI just thought it would be easier to show my notes but I would rather have you sit as far away from me as possible..â
draco dramatically pouted and grabbed at his shirt over his heart
âman y/n.. you know how to break a manâs heart.. but.. Iâm a visual learner, Iâd rather sit across from you and watch your every move. I wanna make sure I donât miss a single thing..â
draco didnât break eye contact with you while he said thatÂ
which made you slightly uncomfortableÂ
âanyways.. since the quiz is on chapters 20 to 25, letâs start with chapter 20...âÂ
why did he make your heart create millions and billions of little heart-shaped butterflies fly through your veins?
maybe it was the lack of food that made you feel this way
maybe if you had a little snack, you wouldnât be feeling so flutteryÂ
as soon as you thought that, your stomach grumbledÂ
draco let out a stifled chuckle
he thought it was completely adorable
thank merlin he had an apple in his robe
âcare for snack, y/n? maybe you didnât have dinner?âÂ
he knew you didnât have dinner but he already felt like he came off as a little creepy and he wanted to back off.. just a bitÂ
âno.. I didnât feel like eating at the time... but now...â
you gave him a stern look while you reached your hand out to grab the apple
but he pulled it back from your grasp, âah-ah.. Iâll give you the apple on one conditionâ
âwhat condition? Iâm already helping you study and now I need to do something else for you?â
you were starting to get a little hangry and draco could tell
it made him want to tease you more since you looked so cute when your angry but he didnât want you to dislike him even moreÂ
he wants to show his best version of himself to you after allÂ
he leaned in closer to you and his joking demeanor softenedÂ
âthe condition is that you promise me that youâll eat even if you donât feel like it.. your brain is tricking your body that you donât want food even when you need it... your health is important, ya know?â
your mouth slighted opened before turning pressing your lips together, that surprised you
it seemed so out of character for draco malfoy to be so.. caring?
it was like thereâs this whole side to him that you didnât know
maybe you should try to reach for apple that professor trelawney told you about
maybe you should try to see if that apple is truly sweet or if itâs sour
it doesnât hurt to try.. right?
you fiddled with your fingers before looking up at draco and gave him a smile, though you felt a little self-conscious about itÂ
âI promise..â
it was like a whole new world opened for draco
he has seen you smile but heâs never received a smile from youÂ
after seeing you smile, he swore to himself that heâll be that person to protect that smileÂ
no words were needed; he handed you the apple and opened his book to chapter 20
you noticed that while you were helping him study, draco really didnât need your help at allÂ
but you didnât say anything about it
that was until professor pince told you two needed to leave the library; it was already close to midnight
âdamn we were in there for a while, huh?âÂ
you two were gathering your things; constantly grazing each othersâ hands but ignoring the lovey-dovey tension
âitâs your fault, draco.. we couldâve finished this study sess earlier if you look at your notes instead of looking at me the whole time..âÂ
draco smiled; that was the first time heâs ever heard you call him by his first name
you and draco were making your way out of the library
he was holding your things for you; he insisted that you had a long day and that heâd be a gentleman and hold them for you
âI thought I told you y/n..â draco bent down to look at you eye to eye, âIâm a visual learnerâ
this whole time you thought you were suppressing the natural reaction to blush but it was only because the library was cold and dim Â
he could clearly see that you were blushing and he felt like he just won the quidditch championships
you looked away and started to grab your things from him in a hurry out of embarrassmentÂ
âanyways.. I noticed that you really didnât need me to help you study.. so what was all of this about?âÂ
you made sure to hide your tomato face from himÂ
you stopped in your tracks when you didnât hear his footsteps next to you
âisnât it obvious, y/n?â
his question made you turn around
âI wanted to spend time with you.. Iâve noticed you for a while and Iâve always wanted to-â
âso this is what you were up to, draco..â you both heard blaise coming around the corner with the rest of the slytherin gang
âis this your victim this time? you couldâve just told us!â theo echoed the same amount of mischief as blaiseÂ
âIâmdefinitelyprettythanher...â pansy muttered under her breath
all of those comments made your heart drop into your stomach
âWHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN TALKING ABOUT? FUCK OFF!âÂ
his friends ruined this moment for him and he didnât know if he could dig himself out of this hole
he used to go for girls who would give anything to be with him and it was only to forget the fact that you were with bloody potterÂ
they were just there to distract him from your relationship with potter at the time
he wasnât that guy anymore because now he has a chance with you, this was his only chance
because if he fucked this up, heâll never have the chance with youÂ
âam I just another one of those girls to you?âÂ
those words were heavy on his heart; he felt like he couldnât breath
you werenât those other girls; you were different
it was never about them, it was always about you
you made him feel like he could be a better personÂ
as a better person, he wanted to cherish you and protect your smile
and now that smile was no where to be found
your voice was soft enough for only draco to hear but the others got the gist of what you said
âI bet ya draco only went after for her because he heard that she didnât like him..â goyle wanted to add onto the banterÂ
crabbe continued to throw the fuel to the fire, âsaw her as a challenge, I betâ
you didnât want to hear anything else
that was all you needed to hear that figure out that any apple from draco malfoy was going to be sour anywaysÂ
so why did you even consider trying in the first place?
you scoffed at their attempt to try to get you to cry and run down the hall like all the other girls that were heartbroken by dracoÂ
âyou all must be daft.. even if malfoy did see me as a challenge and wanted to pursue me.. doesnât mean that Iâd give him the time or day..â
you glared at all of them in the eyes, âI just had some extra time to spare to help out a classmate.. besides if you all need any help with your classes, which Iâm sure you do, just let me know.. Iâd be so glad to help out my dim-witted classmates..â
that made a lot of them pretty mad, âdid you just call us dumb?â pansy shrieked, âyou filthy half-blood!â
you gave her a half-hearted smile, âI may be a half-blood but at least, Iâm not dumb..â
that made some of them raise their wands at you until draco came in between them and you
that made them lower their wands
he was filled with rage and all of his friends realized that they all just made a huge mistake
but before anyone could say anything, you just walked awayÂ
you didnât need anyone protecting youÂ
you could fend for yourselfÂ
and if you could walk away from a situation, you would
you didnât need to get into a wand fight to prove a point, let alone a physical oneÂ
you didnât need these uptight, dumb rich kids ruining your educationÂ
âHEY I WAS TALKING TO YOU!â pansy tried to run after you with her wand but draco grabbed it out of her hand
âleave. her. alone. or Iâll make you... that goes for every one of youâ
draco threw her wand across the hall and ran after youÂ
none of his friends said anything
âmaybe we shouldnât have jumped into conclusions..â blaise said as he noticed how troubled his friend really was with his emotions for you
theo attached himself to blaiseâs hip, âyeah itâs all pansyâs fault that draco is mad at us now..â
as the group of slytherinsâ bickering was fading into darkness, draco was sweating trying to find you and fix this problemÂ
he was crazy about you and he wanted you to see that he really did have feelings for you, real feelingsÂ
all of that hard work he put in during the study session were flushed down the drain
he knew that you didnât like him at firstÂ
he knew that you didnât fawn over him like those other girlsÂ
why would he pursue someone that he knows doesnât like him?
he canât control his feelings
he canât control how his heart feels when he brushes pass you in a busy hallway
or how it feels when he sees you in the same class as himÂ
or how it feels when he hears you laughÂ
he saw you make your way to the astronomy tower and he follows suitÂ
draco stops in his tracks when he hears you throw your bag to the ground and start crying
if his heart was cracked earlier, itâs completely shattered now
âstupid girl... itâs not like you ever liked him anyways.. your mind is tricking you that you like him... if there is such thing as love, I donât wanna taste it.. Iâm just so afraid... so why...âÂ
you were fighting with yourself; crying into your sleeves and talking out loud
â..so why am I fighting these feelings I have for bloody draco lucius malfoy...â
âfeelings are weird like that, huh..â
like all the times before, you didnât need to look behind you to hear who that voice belonged toÂ
âgo away, malfoyâ
but you really didnât want him toÂ
and he didnâtÂ
draco sat next to you but there was a significant amount of space between you twoÂ
âI want to apologize on the behalf of my friendsâ actions and words and-â
â-and for playing me?â you cut him off, âyou should get yourself an acting career..â
no matter how sincere he sounded, you figured that heâs just used to acting like itÂ
âand for not telling them how I really felt about you..â
you were so confused, you ended up looking up at him; not caring about your current appearance
your appearance made draco come closer, out of concern for you
he cupped your face but you didnât have enough strength at the moment to push him away, you only had enough strength to not look at himÂ
your eyes were red from the crying, runny nose sniffing every second and brows furrowed not with irritation but furrowed with utter sadness
ây/n.. please answer me.. are you okay?â
âokay!?â you pulled his hands off of your face
âno, if you canât tell by my puffy, teary-eyed face. Iâm NOT okay! Iâm not okay with having my feeling played with like a puppet! Iâm not okay because the moment I felt like I could trust you, I found out that I was just one of your collection of other girls that played victim to your little sick game and-â
draco suddenly took one of your hand and put it over his chest
âwould my heart be beating this fast for a girl I didnât care about?â his voice was soft but sternÂ
the adrenaline made you lash out your inner thoughts; you took a breath to try to return back into your calm, cool and collect self
âyou could be faking it,â you repliedÂ
he got up immediately, âthen Iâll go steal veritaserum from snapeâs private collection to prove to you!â
if you didnât physically hold the determined draco back, he wouldâve dashed down the tower and actually go steal the truth serumÂ
âwhy would you risk yourself for that?! donât you know that you could get detention or even expelled-âÂ
âbecause, y/n, I want to prove to you that I really.. truly like you.. ever since I sat next to you in charms class, I always thought you were no one Iâve ever met..â
âthe first time you sat next to me in charms class? that was our first year...âÂ
your grasp on his arm loosened and you gave him the chance to voice his inner thoughts
âyeah.. you were smart but you didnât act like a know-it-all like granger.. or make it your whole personality like all of those ravenclaws.. you were always nice to everyone and anyone but you never let anyone walk over you.. I was so happy I got a chance to talk to you because I enjoyed our conversations in the library.. you made me feel like I could be my 100% self.. I always thought that if you could get sorted into any house and you would do extremely well anywhere you went... and also...â
draco brought his hand up to âwipeâ his nose to hide the blush that was blooming onto his face
âalso?â your curiosity was peakedÂ
âalso you were just about the prettiest girl in our class.. our whole school even..â
âbut Iâm a half-blooded Hufflepuff..â
ânone of that matters.. I just like you for you.. every moment I have with you makes my feelings for you grow fonder.. I just hope that, thatâs enough for you..â
you sniffled a little laugh through your stuffy nose, âdraco lucius malfoy.. you really are full of surprises..â
you looked up at him through your damp lashes
the moonlight was shining onto his platinum blonde hair
his eyes held that twinkly baby blue sliver of hope
hoping that you would be able to give him a chanceÂ
âif I give you a chance, am I going to regret it?âÂ
âif you gave me a chance, Iâd do everything in my power to never ask for a second chance...â
you really pondered at his words and professor trelawneyâs prophecyÂ
âI swear to merlin, draco if you do-â
âyou can hex me, send a bludger my way or even use any unforgivable curses on me!â he had his hand over his heart as if he was pledging himself to youÂ
you took the hand that was over his heart and just held it tight, âletâs not have it get to that point..â
draco was so happy he wanted to kiss you
his eyes were wavering at where to kiss you
would it be too much to kiss you on the lips?
what if he kisses you on the cheek and he misses and kisses your nose?
would it be okay to kiss your nose?Â
he was so distracted with his thoughts that he didnât notice you get on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lipsÂ
dracoâs smile grew and he pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss you better under the moonlight
although these new feelings were unripe and green, they still tasted sweet on your lipsÂ
prompt: you're a hufflepuff, you could never fall in love with a slytherin.. let alone draco malfoy, can you...? / inspired by the lyrics from âsour grapesâ by LESSERFIMÂ Â / fem reader but can be gender neutralÂ
note: I'm kinda back? sorry for the wait.. I'll try to get into writing again. still sticking to writing for k-idols but I'm going out on a limb and writing for HP characters as well // enjoy~
âI donât see what you all see in him.. heâs still an asshole..â you muttered as the slytherin prince walks passed your group of friends
âbut heâs hotâ your friend murmured as they noticed him look overÂ
âand richâ
âand he smells good..âÂ
he sends a wink to the group and every girl in the vicinity just about dropped their pants Â
basically anyone who even thought the prince was attracted dropped their pants
all except for youÂ
heâs rude
heâs arrogant
heâs narcissisticÂ
but all is forgiven because heâs good-looking, his familyâs got money and he has proper hygiene?
whoâs this slytherin prince that all of these simps are drooling over?
draco
lucius
malfoy
you couldnât be bothered by someone like him
youâd rather spend your time with someone who was the complete opposite of that self-centered, self-proclaimed âprinceâ
someone like harry potter
or so you thought
the more you hanged out with himÂ
the more predicable he wasÂ
you wanted some spice in your life and all he was giving you was sugar
thereâs nothing wrong with sugar but he was literally giving you diabetes and you could feel your arteries just clogging up
âhey y/nâ
you knew by the cheery yet mellow tone of voice that it was harryÂ
your friends nudged at you before leavingÂ
âhiya harryâ you sighed through a smile, âwhat can I do for you?â
you can tell he was nervous, heâs probably going to ask you out to get some sweets at honeydukes or madam puddifootâs tea shop or sometime of the sort
âdid you want to go to honeydukes some time this weekend? or maybe even madam puddifootâs tea shop?â
bingoÂ
you got up from your spot
brushing off some invisible dust to try to shoo off the unwavering tension in the airÂ
âharry.. can I be honest?â
you could see his bright eyes slowly dull and his sweaty hands hide in the pockets of his robesÂ
he nods
you tried to look anywhere but into his sadden eyes
âyouâre... youâre not the guy for me, harry.. and I know thereâs a girl out there whoâs just waiting for you to be in her life but..â
at this moment you felt like you owed him a sincere eye contact moment
â..itâs not me.. itâs just not me..â
âyeah. sure. no worries. donât worry about it...âÂ
you could see him ramble; a mix of awkwardness and him not wanting to show how upset he really was
âharry.. youâre a great guy...you really are...âÂ
you were almost whispery, scared to shatter his broken heart even moreÂ
âbut not for youâ
you nodded at your feet
âbut not for meâ you repeated
not wanted to look up at the boy that you left smashed and shatteredÂ
âIâll be okay, y/n.. honest.. donât look so sad.. Iâm just glad that you were able to tell me now versus later down the line..â
you couldnât stop thinking about the pitiful state you left harry in
he literally needed his friends to carry him awayÂ
it made you think about what kind of relationship you wanted to be inÂ
what kind of guy you wanted to be in your perfect fairytale
because if it wasnât with harry
who else could it be with?
while lost in your thoughts, you accidently bumped into someone
books and papers where scattered everywhere but there was no one else in the halls but you and the person you bumped into
you were already frantically trying to pick up their things
âoh Iâm so sor-â
âARE YOU BLIND?!â
their loud voice ran over yours and you already knew who it was
you scoffed in immediate irritation
âexcuse me, malfoy? if Iâm blind, so are you! you also bumped into me! what makes you think you can walk in the middle of the hall like you own the place and not watch where youâre going?â
draco didnât realized that he bumped into youÂ
he was so close to you
so close that he could see every single lash that flared up to the ceilingÂ
so close that he could hear your soft, angelic breaths
so close that he could kiss you if he wanted toÂ
of course he wanted toÂ
sure, you were a hufflepuff
but ever since he first saw you, he thought you were different
you were kind but strong-minded, strong-willed
you seemed like you were prim and proper, you didnât care if you got your hands dirtyÂ
you had the qualities of a hufflepuff but you couldâve gone to any house and fit right in
and of course, he thought you were absolutely stunningÂ
he even deemed you the princess of the entire school
the missing piece to his set; the princess that the prince needed
if only he could voice that thought
he never could though, heâd never let anyone know his deepest and darkest daydreamsÂ
âitâs cause I do own these halls, sweetheart..â
you frowned at his attempt to swoon you
âsorry, I didnât know you were the headmaster albus dumbledore.. next time I see a head of white hair, Iâll make sure to walk the other way..â
you dropped his belongings on the ground and began to walk away from him
âarenât you going to help me, y/n?â draco called out to you, wondering why you werenât infatuated with him like everyone elseÂ
âtheyâre your things in your halls.. apparently... pick it up yourself!â you shouted without looking behind youÂ
what a snobby brat, you thought
but what a shame... he really is attractive up closeÂ
after your run-in with draco, you couldnât stop thinking about what if you were like the other girlsÂ
the girls who were infatuated with him
the girls who wanted a chance with him
would you want to?
maybe he isnât the same person as heâs portraying to the public eyeÂ
at the same time, draco was thinking about why didnât you call him by his first name like all the girls who are smitten by him and how he was going to get you to fall for him
how could you not?Â
he scratched at his head trying to figure out reasons why you didnât like him
did you not like rich, successful, smart and handsome guys?
did his breath smelled at that moment?
were his grey eyes too grey?
was his platinum blonde hair too platinum?
he was so frustrated, he ran to his friends in the great hall for advice
âhey you lot, what are my flaws?âÂ
draco slammed his hands on the slytherinsâ table where his friends all satÂ
âare you okay, draco?â pansy fawned over the blonde boy
blaise chuckled
âyeah, draco.. did you hit your head or somethi-â
âIâm fine! just answer my questions.. what are some reasons someone might not like me?â
his friends all looked at each other, worried that what they say might set him off
âokay but you canât get mad,â theo said with stern eyesÂ
âyeah yeah yeah.. go on... what are they?â draco didnât know what he was getting himself into
âyou can be... a bit mean..â crabbe didnât even dare to make eye contact with the agitated blonde
âand a bit self-centered,â goyle chimed in
âyouâre an ass and a pain in everyoneâs assesâ
blaise shouldnât have said that with a smile on his face
âyou think youâre all that but youâre not,â theo and blaise were just happy that they got to shit on draco to his face
âI think youâre perfect,â pansy tried to hide her blushing smileÂ
âthatâs not what asked of us, pansy..â blaise was so done with herÂ
âyeah chill out, heâs not even interested in you..â theo joined in
he was literally just there for the banterÂ
pansy just slumped back into her seat when she noticed draco wasnât even going to deny that he was interested in herÂ
âspeaking of interested, whatâs your sudden interest in what other people think of you anyways draco?âÂ
blaise always knew there was an underlying reason draco did anything and he was gonna get to the bottom of itÂ
ânone of your business,â draco muttered as he shuffled away
âwhat a weirdo..â theo chuckled as he went back to his dino chicken nuggetsÂ
if his friends thought about this of him, what would people he didnât like think of him?
he wanted to show you his good side, his best side
not the side that everyone sawÂ
he wanted to show the side that he hid away to his friends and even his parents
the closet romantic who just wants someone who will love his flaws and enhance his good qualities
as if luck was on his side, you were right there, walking along side your friends
you were irritated by your friends because you told them about your run-in with draco and all they could talk about was how lucky you were
and as if bad luck was on your side, draco malfoy stopped right in front of you and your friends
âhey y/n.. I was wondering if..â he had to take a breath in the middle of his sentence, âI was wondering if you wanted to help me study for our potions quiz tomorrow?â
âwhy are you asking me like someone made you ask me? donât you have other friends to help you study, malfoy?â you snapped
âdraco, I can study with you!âÂ
âIâm free too, draco!â
your friends started chiming in while closing in on him
hoping for a chance to get any essence of draco malfoy
you were slowly closing into the background but you didnât care, you didnât want to be near himÂ
he probably liked the attention anyways
to your surprise, he weaved his way through the crowd to get to you
the only attention he wanted was yours
âI really wanted to ask you because you are one of the top students in our class and I could learn a lot from you..âÂ
like a flick of a wand, you saw draco in a different light
you could catch a baby blue sliver of hope in his eyes that twinkledÂ
is it possible for eyes to even twinkle like that?
is it possible to even trust him?Â
did he have any ulterior motives?
if there was any, you couldnât find it.. not in those eyes anyways
âI donât even know if I can even help you study in a day...â you furrowed your brows but your voice was soft
you kind of wished that he just said, alright, and walk away
âif anyone can teach me in a day, I know itâs you... I mean.. you managed to help cedric with his OWLs and he passed.. or so I heard...âÂ
draco kept his eyes down for the most part but occasionally looked up to take a peek at you and was shuffling his feet against each other
have you ever seen draco shuffle his feet before or even for anyone?Â
a day with draco malfoy wouldnât be so awful, right?
âIâll meet you after dinner in the library.. if you arenât there by 9pm.. donât even think about asking me to help you study ever again..â you spoke firmly, you didnât want him thinking that he can easily take advantage of you
the bell rung for students to get to class
âI wonât be late, y/n! I promise!â draco lit up and started walking away to make sure he wasnât late to class
but then as soon as you turned your back to draco, he was running back towards you
âwait y/n!âÂ
you were taken aback by his sudden appearance and how close he was to you
he took your hands into his and placed a chaste kiss onto your knuckles, âthank you.. I really mean it.. canât wait to see you later..â
and as fast as he appeared, he disappearedÂ
if he didnât leave as fast as he did, you would probably catch his redden cheeks and earsÂ
he felt like a giddy schoolgirl (he probably looked like it too)
but he didnât care
you, on the other hand, were conflicted by your prior feelings of him and the feelings you had for him nowÂ
you didnât want to deal with your friends bickering about how you got his attention so you blocked them out and made your way to your class
why was draco so interested in you all of a sudden?
did he actually have feelings for you?
should you even try to go for the impossible?Â
should you even try to go for someone as rude, arrogant and narcissistic as draco lucius malfoy?
with all of these uneasy feelings, class was the only thing that could put any of your feelings aside and focus on something elseÂ
thatâs what you thought
you couldnât stop thinking about his twinkly grey eyes, his platinum blonde hair and his...
why were you even thinking about him in divination class?
âmy dear...â professor trelawney reached out to you
âyou will see that thereâs an apple high on a tree, unattainable and basking in itâs glory.. but you have to work for it.. if you want a taste.. only then, you will be happy.. but my dear if you give up... youâll never know if the apple is truly sweet or sour... and youâll continue life without knowing, if the apple was worth it or not...âÂ
you looked at her in confusion (also kind of weirded out)
you just nodded so that sheâd go bother someone elseÂ
leaving you to marinate about what she just said
was she really just talking about an apple or was it an analogy for your current inner conflicts with the slytherin prince?
Hi! Iâm a lil late to the party but I just binge read the stages of love series and I HAVE BEEN SCREAMING FOR THE LAST TEN MINUTE STRAIGHT. the world wind of emotions I am feeling. I have whiplash from trying to figure out who I wanted OC to end up with... youâre an amazing writer, keep up the amazing work!
Thank you so much for the support. I still have yet to get out of my writer's block. Now knowing that people are still out here reading my works makes me motivated to get back to writing. đ„șđ„șđ„ș
prompt: a case of wrong place, wrong person, wrong time [listen to: bandaids - keshi (live)]
note: this will probably be my last one for 2020 / happy holidays ~
it was the last party before everyone was going to go back home from college for the holidaysÂ
and you were going to drink your liver awayÂ
not to mention you were planning to drink as much liquid courage to say something to your crush whoâs also your fwbÂ
you caught feelings and you wanted to get this off of your chest
if it works out, great
if not, you donât have to see him over winter break and you can forget all about him when you come back to schoolÂ
you were too oblivious to notice guys eyeing you as you walked into the party with your friendsÂ
you were dressed as any girl who wanted to get some action for the nightÂ
but you were too focused on drinking and looking out for your crushÂ
âyouâre looking for him arenât you?â your friend nudged you
even though, you convinced yourself that you liked him, you couldnât admit it to anyone else
âof course not, we have a strict no-strings attached policy.. besides, Iâm looking for San..â
âso you like San?â
before you could say anything, your childhood friend wrapped his arm around your shoulder and chimed in, âwhat about me?â
âNOTHING!â you shoved your cup towards your friend and dragged San to the hallwayÂ
âwhatâs wrong y/n?â
you looked around if there was anyone else around
that was when you saw your crushÂ
he saw you too
but he didnât take the time to acknowledge you as he made his way to greet his friendsÂ
in that moment, you took Sanâs drink, downed it, and marched to into the kitchen to get more alcohol
ây/n..â San tried to stop you but you couldnât be botheredÂ
maybe all of these feelings were in vainÂ
you thought that confessing your feelings would be easy
if it worked out it would be fine and if it didnât you would be fine too
but thatâs kind of wrong...
any action that your crush made would affect your feelings greatlyÂ
why?
because you were the one that let yourself become vulnerable and gullible enough for his small actions in bed made you fall in love with themÂ
as quickly as you took those shots, the faster you started to feel tipsyÂ
your surroundings started to become blurry and the lights got dimmerÂ
âhey I heard, Seonghwaâs looking for you..â you heard your friend whispered in your ear through the blaring of the musicÂ
you remembered you saw him wearing a leather jacketÂ
so when you saw it at the corner of your eye, you grabbed his arm and dragged him into an unoccupied roomÂ
this was your only chance
this was your moment
âwhat would you do if I told you I liked you?â
Seonghwa chuckled and started for the door
âI thought we had a strict no strings-attached, and if you canât handle that, then we can call it quitsâ
you didnât hear him leave the door so you continued the conversationÂ
âI know I told you that but I love the small things you do when weâre in bed.. you wouldnât do those things if they werenât out of love wouldnât you?â
you were tearing upÂ
you felt him hug you and you thought in that moment, everything fell into placeÂ
that was when you blacked out
you donât remember what happened after thatÂ
you thought that everything went well when you woke up in your plush bed while you were laying on his armÂ
but when you turned around, you faced your childhood friend, San
âSan?!â
he hurriedly sat up and defended his case, âwe didnât sleep together.. not like that..âÂ
you looked down, you saw that you were still in the clothes you wore yesterdayÂ
last night, San walked into the room after Seonghwa and saw you crying
he gave you a hug and told you that any guy would be stupid not to have youÂ
but you knocked out after cryingÂ
and he piggyback carried you back to your apartmentÂ
your roommate let him in and he placed you on your bed
but you kept on murmuring not to leave
and how could he?
heâs loved you for so long
ever since he made you a flower crown while you two were 6 years oldÂ
ever since he held your hand while you cried waiting for you mom to pick you up from schoolÂ
ever since you kissed him on the lips for a school play
ever since you have your first heartbreakÂ
heâs loved you ever sinceÂ
he took off your makeup and tucked you into bedÂ
but you grabbed his arm and you never let go
so how was he suppose to leave you in your most vulnerable stateÂ
âwhat happened?â you rubbed your eyesÂ
âyou were crying...âÂ
âso I wasnât with Seonghwa the whole night?â
San shook his head
âI guess we werenât meant to be..â you felt yourself starting to cry againÂ
San sat down next to you and looked at you; maybe this was his moment Â
âbut maybe we are..â
you looked up at him like youâve never seen him before
and it was something that you werenât used toÂ
but he didnât give you the chance to speak
âIâve loved you for so long.. I hate it when your sad.. I hate it when you self-loathe yourself.. youâre the best person Iâve ever met and I want to spend every moment with you..â
San reached out his hand for you but you couldnât reach out for himÂ
âSan.. I canât.. this is too sudden.. Iâve never thought of you like that-â
âokay thatâs fine..â
you could tell that heâs hurtÂ
but you couldnât lie and tell him that you loved him just to filled empty voids
you couldnât do that to someone whoâs been there for you for so long
San deserves moreÂ
he deserves something realÂ
âyou deserve more..â was all you could muster; you couldnât even look at himÂ
âyou too..â
and just like that, you lost your best friend; your childhood friend
nothing will ever be the same; some things you canât slap on a bandaid and call it okayÂ
even after this winter break, the few couple weeks you have to forget about all of your worries, sadness and heartbreakÂ
everything will resume and youâll remember all of your worries, sadness and heartbreakÂ
prompt: you didnât want to tell wooyoung about your illness, so you wanted to give him one last happy memory of you two together
note: intentional lowercases / SORRY I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE FOR REQUESTS ANYMORE, I HOPE THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND AND THAT YOU WILL STILL READ MY WORKS WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS DEPRESSING WRITERâS BLOCKÂ
you smiled from the couch you were bundled up on as you watched wooyoung laced the lights around the treesÂ
âwooyoung, why donât you take a break? I made you hot cocoa..âÂ
he immediately drops everything and dashes over to cuddle with you
âwhat would I do without you?â he asks as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neckÂ
you were smiling but you were hurting inside
the real question is what would you do without wooyoung?
you met him one year ago on christmas eveÂ
you were walking out the hospital, you had just got word that you had only one year and a couple months left to liveÂ
you tried not to look so sad but the tears just wouldnât stopÂ
an adorable penguin mascot jumped in front of you and started to dance
you couldnât help but laugh at the sudden performanceÂ
âthere you go, you shouldnât be so sad on christmas eve!âÂ
you nodded as you tried to wipe your tears away
âhold on one second, I gotta be return this suit and Iâll meet you back here in a few, okay?â
you could trust this person, right?
nothing bad would happen to you since you were in the middle of the hospital plaza so you nodded once more and waited for the anonymous mascot wearerÂ
âhey!âÂ
you turned to see a handsome young guy jogging towards you, âIâm off work now.. you seem a little better..â
surely he was mistaking you for someone else, âum I think youâve got the wrong person..â
he started dancing similarly to the penguin mascot, âremember me now?â
you chuckled out soft white puffs of clouds
âyeah..â
âI didnât think that you were gonna wait for me.. you know, Iâm a stranger after all..â the guy ruffled the hair on the back of his head
he seemed shy all of a suddenÂ
âwell.. what do you want with me?â you didnât mean to sound so curt but your mind was running through places that would only happen in moviesÂ
âum.. I noticed you walking into the hospital and you know.. Iâm out here dancing for 5 hours in this penguin suit so I saw you walking back out... and I saw you crying..â
âthere are so many people walking in and out of the hospital... how did you even notice me?â
âwho wouldnât notice someone as beautiful as you?â
you turned down at your hands to hide your blushing face
you would blame the cold weather for your redden face if he askedÂ
âis everything alright?â the guy bent down to try to catch your eyesÂ
âI.. um.. I visited someone very close to me here at the hospital.. and there was some bad news.. and I donât have much time with them..âÂ
you blurted out a lie but thereâs no harm in lying to a stranger, you thoughtÂ
âhow much time do they have left?â the guy made himself comfortable next to you; not too close, not too far
âa little over a year...â
âwell you should make the time you have left with them worth remembering.. memories are everything.. now~â
he got up from his seat and held his hand out
âletâs go bring that frown upside down!â
you were reluctant to take his hand, âI donât even know you..â
âbut would you like to? I would like to get to know you.. if you gave me the chance..â
maybe you should give him a chance, you should be spontaneous and spend your time doing the things youâve always wanted to doÂ
âI donât see why not,â you smiled as you took his hand
he wrapped your arm to link it into his, âiâm wooyoung.. sorry for the late introduction, princessâ
âand iâm y/n...âÂ
you spend a magical night with himÂ
and after that night, you spent that week with himÂ
and after that week, you spent that month with him
and that month became monthsÂ
and now here we are, a full circle back to this night
christmas eveÂ
and wooyoung still didnât know about your illnessÂ
you hid it as much as you couldÂ
you built lies upon lies until it was so thick that you couldnât shoulder the burden anymoreÂ
but you had toÂ
for wooyoungÂ
âremember the day we met for the first time?â wooyoung asked after taking a sip of his hot cocoa
you ran your fingers through his hair
âof course I do.. you were my knight in shining penguin suit..â you smiled trying to suppress a cough
âI was the handsomest penguin but hey, I got you something! hold on one sec, kay?â
wooyoung dashed upstairs
you took that time to cough into your handkerchief; blood stained itÂ
you quickly shoved it into your pocket when you heard him coming backÂ
âheard you coughing, are you okay?â
âyeah, I just choked on some hot cocoa..â
âjust making sure youâre okay.. I donât know about you but I want to you to open your present right now instead of tomorrow morning..â
youâre gonna miss his impatienceÂ
âsure, whatever you want..â
wooyoung gently placed the beautifully wrapped gift on your lapÂ
youâre gonna miss his attention to detail
he was always into arts and craftsÂ
you took your time to open itÂ
you wanted to savor every moment you had with himÂ
tears started to form, threatening to spill from your eyes
âI thought youâd like it..â wooyoung smiled widely and he couldnât stop smilingÂ
it was a fairly large snow globe; inside were you and wooyoung building a snowman version of the exact replica of the penguin mascot wooyoung wore when you first met him
there were other small details and objects that were either the inside jokes that you two shared and your favorite things
(the song that played was a music box version of your favorite song aurora by ateez)
âI absolutely love it..â you were speechless and those were the only other words other than âthank youâ and âI love youâ
wooyoung pulled you into a side hug and kissed your head, âmerry christmas, princessâ
âmerry christmas, wooyoung..â
ânow, whereâs my gift,â he burst out into aegyo which caused you to cringeÂ
âyou can open it tomorrow~â
âwhat?! you know I canât wait that long..â
you held both of his hands and placed them on your cheeks, âplease?â
wooyoung rolled his eyes and pulled you close so that your face was hidden in the crook of his neck, âsure, sure, I guess..â
wooyoung loved the holidays; he wanted to be in charge of everything from cooking to decorationsÂ
so when he was cooking, you took this time to relieve yourself from a year worth of burden into a letterÂ
you placed the letter in between the ribbon that held the present you got him togetherÂ
after dinner, you and wooyoung cozied up next to the christmas tree as you two watched the snow fall layers upon layersÂ
you pretended that everything was okay up until wooyoung brought up a sensitive subject, âso howâs your cousin doing? are you going to see them this christmas? since itâs their last?âÂ
he was drawing circles on the small of your back as you tried to slow your heartbeat down
you bit the inside of your cheeks before answering, âno.. theyâre.. spending their last christmas in paris... â
âchristmas in paris.. that sounds like something on my bucketlist..â you felt wooyoungâs smile through his wordsÂ
âthat does sound amazing..â
âwe should do it!â
your heart felt like someone wrung it like a towel, âwhat, christmas in paris?â
wooyoung nodded as his head shifted into the sofa; he was falling asleep
âI would love to go to paris for christmas with you..â you murmured
âIâd love to spend the rest of my life with you.. but I canât..â you whispered even more quietlyÂ
you waited until you could hear him snore before you slipped away from his graspÂ
you kissed him one last time, trying to hold your tears back and trying to keep as quiet as you couldÂ
you had your go bag in your car; you decided to fly off to a quiet medical facility where you could spend the last few months that you had without worrying anyoneÂ
and hopefully the doctors can learn something from your illness so that no one else can go through the pain that you experienced
that night, wooyoung had a dream
you two were in paris for christmasÂ
you two indulged yourselves in good cuisineÂ
shopped like nobodies businessÂ
those moments flashed by like fairy lightsÂ
in the dream, wooyoung turned your face from looking up at the eiffle tower and took a breath
ây/n, you are everything I could ever ask for in a partner in crime.. everything you do, everything from your head to your toes.. makes me just want to ask you one question..â
he bent down on one knee; he didnât care that his knees were getting cold and wet from the snow
ây/n.. will you marry me?â
you clasped your hands as your eyes glistened as the lights reflected off of them
âwooyoung.. I would love to.. Iâd love to spend of the rest of my life with you... but I canât...â
wooyoung felt himself falling; the abyss swallowing him and he could feel it in his stomach
the hardwood floor woke him up, he had fallen off of the couch
and he found himself all by himselfÂ
he looked over at the table that you placed the snow globe and it was gone
he frantically looked for you
the anxiety was eating himself aliveÂ
he found a post-it note on the christmas treeÂ
âopen your present without me!!â
maybe you had went out to get some fresh coffee, he saw the post-it note as a good sign that you would be backÂ
wooyoung sat there and opened the gift you wrapped for himÂ
the letter fell out and his hands shook as he reached for it
âwooyoung, my knight in shining armor. there was nothing that I could ask more than to ask for your forgiveness and this is why.Â
december 24th of last year, I went into the hospital hoping for good news that they had treatment for me and my condition. I wanted to grab onto any hope that I could. I didnât want my illness to define who I was. but when my doctor told me of my limited time left on this earth, I couldnât help but let go of all hope. there was no cousin who went to paris for christmas. that person with limited time for memories was me.Â
I left the hospital planning to coop myself up in my apartment until my expiry date. until I met you. day 1, you were just a stranger who I didnât see the use in telling the truth to. but within a couple of weeks, you became someone I didnât want to ever lose. I wanted to create as many memorable moments with you as I can, so that when I leave this earth, I only have good moments to hold onto.Â
I want you to continue making memorable moments without me. I know Iâm being selfish and I know this isnât fair to you.. but this was the best way for us to part.. someday, Iâll just be a memory to you. thank you for the best 365 days anyone could ever ask for. and I hope that you meet someone that will replace me. thank you for giving me the chance to meet you.
iâll always love you, wooyoung. yours truly, y/nâ
wooyoung couldnât breatheÂ
he wanted to look for you but he didnât know where to startÂ
he didnât even know how to feel
should he be mad at you?Â
was it wrong to still be in love with you?
was it even possible to love someone else more than you?
he almost forgot the gift that you got for him
with trembling fingers, he opened the presentÂ
it was tablet; inside the tablet there was only one app
instagram; he opened itÂ
you created a private account to post every moment that you had spent with each other
there was snippets of videos and photos; it was like a modern-day scrapbookÂ
he looked at the most recent photo that was posted last night, it was a series of pictures of you and wooyoung cuddling beside the christmas tree
it was where you shared your last conversationÂ
that was the moment wooyoung made himself a promise to you and he was certain that he would fulfill it in your nameÂ
a whole year passed byÂ
you were probably already gone by that point; but wooyoung didnât want to believe that
he could still feel that you were out there, looking up at the same snowy skies as himÂ
wooyoung was spending christmas in paris by himself; physically, but spiritually he was in paris with youÂ
âdid you miss me?âÂ
wooyoung has been hearing your voice every since you left him but this one felt closer and clearer
heâs always turned around and you were never there
wooyoung knew that there was 1 in a million chance that you were going to be right there, smiling at himÂ
but he would turn around every single time
he thought he was seeing thingsÂ
he thought that he was getting delusionalÂ
ây/n?â
âI know I shouldâve said somethi-â
wooyoung didnât let you finish your sentenceÂ
he ran into you and hugged you so hard
scared that if he let go, you would disappear againÂ
âdonât you have questions for me?â your muffles were drowned out by his puffer jacket
âI do, but right now, I donât want to let you go.. and right now, I only have one question for you..â
wooyoung gets on one knee, ignoring how quickly his knee felt frozenÂ
he kept a tight hold of your left handÂ
âI love you and I always will.. thereâs no one out there for me but you..y/n, you are everything I could ever ask for in a partner in crime.. everything you do, everything from your head to your toes.. makes me just want to ask you one question.. will you marry me? Iâll get a ring for you, I promise- â â
wooyoung kept on rambling on and on; probably from shock and adrenalineÂ
you thought he was mad at you all this time
you thought he forgot and moved on without you
you thought there was a 1 in a million chance that he was going to be in paris for christmasÂ
but you were going to take it
if there was a miracle that cured you from your illness, then maybe thereâs another room in your life for a miracleÂ
wooyoungâs eyes lit up when you nodded with joyous tears running down your faceÂ
wooyoung pulls you close and kisses you
âdonât ever leave me again..y/n, please..â he whispers between kissesÂ
âI promise..â you smiledÂ
youâre so thankful that you have many more christmasâs to spend with your knight in shining penguin suitÂ
hello! i hope youâre having a great day or night, thank you for writing such nice reactions + one shots, theyâre all written so well !! thank you !! đđ„°đ
Thank you so much! I know I haven't written much this year. It's been a hard year for me. Hopefully I get back into writing soon.
