[3:24pm] jeongwoo’s hand rests on you lower back as he guides you out of the cafe’s entrance, he sends you a cute smile before grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.
the two of you begin walking down the street chatting about anything that comes to mind, your hands swaying gently between your bodies.
after a few minutes you feel a raindrop land on your cheek. “it’s starting to rain,” you mumble and try to walk faster. jeongwoo doesn’t match your pace and when you glance back at him you see him shake his head, “it’s probably just a few sprinkles,” he says. but as soon as he finishes his sentence it begins to pour.
“oh,” he mutters, frozen in place, eyes wide. you pull on your intertwined fingers and the two of you start running. making it to a bus stop, you sit down on the bench to catch your breath. “just a few sprinkles huh?” you smile at him cheekily.
your boyfriend rolls his eyes and sits down next you you, placing his hand on your thigh. “do you want to wait here until it stops?” he asks. you shrug in reply and look around, “that restaurant has some shelter.” you say pointing across the street.
“okay,” jeongwoo says, standing up. he holds his hand out to you and you grab onto it once more, “on three,” he tells you before counting, and then you’re both sprinting again.
reaching the awning in the restaurants entrance you look at your boyfriend and laugh, his hair is sticking to his forehead and water is slowing dripping down his nose. “don’t laugh at me,” he says, reaching up to move your own wet hair from your cheeks. jeongwoo leans forward and places a quick kiss on your forehead, “lets go,” he says motioning to another bus stop further up the street.
“maybe we should wait the storm out, jeongwoo.” you say tugging on his arm. “nah,” he grins, “this is fun.” you roll your eyes, and before you can protest you’re being pulled into the rain once more. while you’re running through a particularly large puddle you feel yourself slip up and you let out a small scream. jeongwoo catches you by your elbow and laughs, “don’t laugh at me,” you repeat his earlier words. “sorry, baby” he mumbles, but he has a huge smile on his face.
your boyfriends smile is contagious and one forms on your face as well. the two of you are now standing on the sidewalk in the middle of a storm grinning at each other like love sick puppies.
with water running down your faces you giggle and lean forward, pressing a kiss onto jeongwoo’s lips. he laughs before pulling you closer and kissing you again, his hand resting on the back of your head. soon enough the two of you are smiling so much it becomes difficult to keep your lips attached.
“this is kind of romantic, no?” jeongwoo smiles, moving his hand to your cheek, smoothing his thumb across your skin.
[11:06 pm] you and your boyfriend have decided that now is the perfect time for a late-night snack, the two you have just finished your third movie of the evening and are feeling slightly peckish. handing haruto the cheese you have just grated you send him a grin which he returns, he places the grated cheese on the bread in the frying pan in front of him.
“thank you,” he whispers, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.
now that the only thing left to do is to wait for the bread and cheese to cook you step back from the stove and jump up onto the counter and wait. you and haruto wait in a comfortable silence for the food to be finished and while doing so your mind starts to wonder and your thoughts are focused on the boy standing a few feet away from you.
“come here,” you say breaking the silence.
your boyfriend complies and makes his way over to you. because you are sitting on the counter top you are taller than usual so now you are almost at eye level with haruto, you grin at him before placing your hands at the back of his head, pulling him closer to you so that you can give him a kiss on the forehead.
“what was that for?” haruto asks as he stands up, a small smile making its way onto his face.
you shrug gently at his question, “you always kiss me on my forehead,” you begin to explain, referring to the countless pecks your boyfriend has placed on your skin there, “and i’ve never kissed you on your forehead before because i can’t really reach, so i wanted to try.”
you watch the smile on your boyfriend’s face grow, “i liked it,” he mumbles, “do it more often.”
without giving you time to agree or disagree haruto turns around and walks back to the stove to tend to your cheese toasties.
[8:46 pm] taking a sip of your tea you look at the other end of the couch and see jihoon sitting there with a pout on his face. tilting your head to one side you raise your eyebrow at him, asking him wordlessly what’s wrong.
your boyfriend deepens his pout and huffs softly before turning away from you, confusion floods your brain instantly.
“and now?” you ask, putting your book on the coffee table next to your tea.
“you haven’t kissed me all day,” jihoon complains.
“i have,” you chuckle at his childish behaviour.
“when?” he challenges you, raising his eyebrows.
“when you first got here,” you tell him, “i kissed you hello.”
“that’s not enough.” the boy whines after a moment of silence, throwing his head back.
you laugh properly now and jihoon looks at you again, the pout returning to his lips. shaking your head you move closer to him, you place your hands on his shoulders and press a quick peck onto the boys pouted lips. after pulling away you watch the pout morph into a small smile.
“again,” your boyfriend whispers, his eyes still closed.
you sigh softly and lean forward once again so that your lips can meet your boyfriends in another short but very sweet kiss.
“another one,” jihoon mumbles, eyes still not open.
when you don’t kiss him immediately, he opens one eye and looks to see what you’re doing. he notices that you are not making an attempt to kiss him again and he sighs. jihoon lifts his arms so that his hands are resting comfortably on your jaw, this causes your hands to drop from his shoulders. the boy gives you a cheeky smirk before pulling you closer to him. when his lips meet yours, he doesn’t let you go, eventually you are both smiling so much it becomes difficult to kiss each other properly anymore.
[6:09 pm] you knock on his front door with a shaky hand and wait impatiently for asahi to open it for you. when he eventually does you push past him quickly.
“hello to you too,” you boyfriend says jokingly.
“it’s so cold outside.” you mutter out, happy to be away from the freezing breeze blowing outdoors.
“where’s your coat?” asahi asks.
you shrug, “didn’t think i would need it.” you tell him.
your boyfriend shakes his head at you and you’re glad he doesn’t make a cheeky comment. the two of you make your way into the kitchen so that you can make something to eat, you don’t offer to help because your body is still shaking from the cold that has crept into your bones. when asahi realizes that you’ve been quiet for a little too long he glances at you quickly.
the boy lets out a soft sigh, “come here,” he mumbles putting down the spoon he is holding.
you take a few steps forward and now your body is flush against asahi’s, he wraps his arms around you tightly as you place your head into the crook of his neck. the two of you stay like this for a long time while you absorb all of your boyfriend’s body heat.
“you need to check the weather from now on okay?” he whispers, still moving one of his hands across your back.
[6:26 pm] you draw your head away from the text book sitting in front of you when you hear a knock on your door. you move quickly to open it knowing who is going to be standing on the other side.
“hello,” yoshinori says as he steps into your home.
after making his way inside he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him so that his arms are wrapped around you in a huge, cozy bear hug.
“i missed you all day.” he mumbles, squeezing you tighter into his chest.
“you did?” is your slightly muffled reply.
with his cheek pressed to the top of your head you feel him nod, answering your question and you can’t stop the smile that grows on your face. you move your arms from your boyfriends back and try to pull away from the hug so that you can look at him but the boy groans and holds you tighter, not wanting to separate just yet.
hi, i'm sorry i haven't been as active as i was when i started this blog. i started work again and i also have uni work so i like don't even have time to breath omg
[7:49 pm] you sigh happily as you walk down the busy street, taking in the delicious smells from all around you.
“babe!” you hear mashiho gasp from besides you.
when you turn to face him, you see that his wide eyes are locked on a stall selling shaved ice.
“let’s get some.” your boyfriend says excitedly.
the only thing you can do in this moment is laugh, the boy has a plastic bag with fresh dumplings inside hanging at his elbow, a large corn dog in his left hand and two chicken kebabs in his right.
“i don’t think we need any more food.” you giggle.
“it’s not food,” mashiho deadpans, “its dessert.”
you can’t argue with that so the two of you end up buying some, however it doesn’t last until dessert. you and your boyfriend eat the shaved ice first and then you carry on walking down the street together.
the boy eventually eats his corn dog and when he finishes it the first thing you do is grab his hand, mashiho pulls you closer to him and presses a quick kiss onto your forehead before another gasp leaves his lips when he spots something else he want to eat.
[1:07 pm] “can we please talk?” doyoung says through the phone.
your heart stops when you hear his voice, you didn’t take a moment to look at the caller ID before answering and the last person you expected to call you was doyoung.
“okay,” you whisper, still shocked by the situation.
the two of you quickly arrange a place to meet and not even five minutes later you’re waiting nervously at a cafe. you haven’t spoken to doyoung in almost three weeks, not since you both decided to have some space, and it has been the worst almost three weeks of your life.
“hi,” you hear a familiar voice say.
“hey,” you answer after doyoungs’ voice pulls you away from your thoughts
the two of you sit in silence for a few moments trying to figure out what to say to each other, seeing him in front of you has made you realise how much you had taken for granted when you were still together.
“i’m sorry,” doyoung starts, and you want to apologise as well but he stops you, “i took what we had for granted, i got too comfortable and forgot how to treat you and that is unforgivable.” he voices everything that you have been thinking during the past few weeks.
“i’m sorry too,” you say when he is finished, “not being able to talk to you every day really sucked.”
doyoung chuckles at your comment and a grin automatically forms on your own face when you see his smile.
“and i feel the same,” you tell him, “about taking you for granted, i think i forgot that sometimes we won’t be completely happy, and i shouldn’t have expected everything to be great all the time.”
doyoung nods, “so, from now on when we fight,” he mumbles, “we should try and understand how the other person is feeling.”
you nod in agreement, still smiling, happy to be in the boy’s presence again. you reach across the table and grab doyoung’s hand, lacing your fingers with his and doyoung immediately brings your joined hands towards himself so that he can kiss the back of your hand gently, like he has done many times before.
[3:37 am] “what should we watch next?” haruto asks while scrolling through netflix.
you are about to suggest the two of you go to sleep but your boyfriend suddenly gasps.
“look.” he tells you while pointing to the screen.
when you read the title of the movie you remember that it’s something haruto has always wanted to watch and when you see the excitement in his eyes you don’t have it in you to tell him that you’re tired.
after agreeing to watch yet another movie you lean your head against your boyfriends’ shoulder. out of instinct he moves his arm so that its wrapped around your back, causing your head to move to his chest instead.
within the first fifteen minutes of the movie you are lulled to sleep by harutos’ heartbeat and his fingers fiddling with the ends of your hair.
[2:41 pm] when you read the text message from jeongwoo your brow furrows.
from: jeongwoo
do you like flowers?
to: jeongwoo
yes?
you place your phone into the pocket of your jeans when the boy doesn’t reply and decide not to dwell on the message to much, you know him well enough now to know that he can sometimes be pretty random.
however, what you don’t know is that jeongwoo is currently talking to a florist about flowers that he wants to purchase for you. he takes the flowers and makes his way to his next destination, your favourite cafe. jeongwoo orders your usual drink and then walks to your house.
when you hear a knock on your door you become confused because you aren’t expecting anyone. you’re surprised when you open your front door and see jeongwoo standing on the other side. he is holding a bouquet of roses and a takeaway cup from your favourite cafe.
“what’s all this?” you ask the boy after a few moments of silence.
jeongwoo doesn’t say anything, his mouth is slightly ajar, and his ears are bright red. your friend takes a quick step forward and shoves the drink and flowers into your hands before stepping back again. you’re too busy trying to balance the goods that have suddenly been handed to you to notice jeongwoo take a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.
“i don’t understand.” you mumble, your brain is spinning.
jeongwoo rubs the palms of his hands on his jeans and lets out a breathy chuckle. the boy scratches the back of his neck before eventually speaking.
“i almost bought a whole cake.” he tells you.
“what?” you question, his words have made you more confused.
“and then i was about to buy a one of those huge canvases,” he continues, “you know, to make a sign.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about right now.” you sigh and shake your head.
“but then junghwan said that i should just buy you some flowers,” jeongwoo says as he points to the roses in your hands, “but i didn’t think that was enough, so i got that drink you like as well.”
you sigh once more and don’t make an effort to reply this time, because your previous replies went unnoticed.
“but then i panicked because i didn’t know if you liked flowers.” the boy rambles on.
“jeongwoo,” you interrupt, “what’s going on?”
you watch the redness in your friends’ ears flow onto his cheeks and see him take a deep, shaky breath.
“i really like you.” jeongwoo tells you.
when you don’t answer him immediately, he begins to ramble again, telling you that it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. his words stop when you throw your arms around his shoulders and after a moment his arms wrap around your waist holding you tight.
“i hope this means you like me too?” jeongwoo says, however it comes out more like a question.
you grin at him, taking in the hopeful expression on his face before giving him a quick peck on the lips. when you pull away you see that jeongwoo has a huge grin on his face, but it turns into a frown pretty quickly.
“so, you do like me?” he asks, and you scoff at how uncertain he is.
Help, I've fallen in love with your blog and can't get up! I think you capture so much emotion in your writing! Can I request something where jeongwoo is nervously trying to figure out how to confess?
summary: y/n starts to see her best friend in a different light.
“Hello?” You say as you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while trying to gather your books together for the day ahead of you.
“Did you do the History homework?” Your best friend Yedam answers frantically.
“Yes, I did.” You tell him as you roll your eyes, “and yes you can copy it.”
“You’re amazing.” Yedam breathes out.
“I know,” you mumble as you pick up the last book you need, “how far are you?” You ask as you make your way out of your room.
“Leaving my house now.” He tells you and you sigh, getting ready to moan at him, “I’ll be there soon I promise.”
Yedam hangs up before you can say anything else and you shake your head, if you weren’t friends with Bang Yedam you would definitely be more punctual than you are now. Knowing that he is still making his way you now have time for breakfast, so you quickly pour a bowl of cereal for yourself to eat while you wait for Yedam.
When you and your best friend eventually make it onto the school grounds you hear the final bell ring and you sigh loudly shoving Yedam’s shoulder.
“You made us late again.” You say, annoyed.
“I’ll see you in History,” Yedam yells over his shoulder, already running towards the building so that he can get to his first class of the day.
“You better not lose my homework.” You shout as you begin running as well.
When you get home from school the first thing you do is flop onto your bed, exhausted and the next thing you know, you’re jolted awake by the dream you’re having. When you eventually get out of bed, your mind is still groggy from sleep and when you make your way to your window you notice that its dark outside. You let out a sigh and decide to start on your homework however after about fifteen minutes of working you’re interrupted by your phone ringing. When you glance at the caller ID you immediately smile.
“Yedam.” You say, as you put him on speaker.
“Y/n.” He says back in the same tone.
“What’s up?” You ask as you carry on with the worksheet in front of you.
“Nothing really,” he tells you, “I just finished my History homework.”
“Really?” You question, “I never thought I would hear you say that.”
Yedam laughs at your comment, “I’m doing my homework now.” You tell him.
“Why so late?” Your best friend mumbles.
“I fell asleep after school.” You reply.
For the next hour or so you focus on your homework, Yedam is still on the phone but he is staying quiet so that you can concentrate. This sort of thing happens all the time, whether it be a phone call or facetime, you do your own thing while your best friend does his. The two of you like knowing that you are near to one another even if its through a phone.
When your homework is done you pick up your phone and sit down on your bed, you and Yedam talk about everything that happened at school today and more.
“We are going to be late again tomorrow.” Yedam sighs, “It’s already two in the morning.”
“Oh well,” you sigh, “goodnight.”
“Night y/n.” Yedam says before hanging up.
At lunch the next day you slouch into the empty space that is always left by your other friends next to Yedam and yawn loudly. You place the chicken salad you have just bought from the cafeteria on the tabletop in front of you and reach into your backpack to pull out your water bottle, you don’t even notice Yedam slide your salad so that it’s in front of him.
“I can’t believe you do that for her every time,” Haruto laughs as he nudges your best friends’ shoulder with his own.
You furrow your brow, not understanding what Haruto is referring too but realization hits you when you see Yedam picking out all of the raw onion from your salad. Its something he has always done for you, when you get food whether it be at a restaurant, at school or even at home, if Yedam notices onions he will immediately slide your plate closer to him and start taking each piece out one by one. He does it so often that you don’t even notice anymore, you will just wait patiently for your food to appear in front of you again and then you will start eating it.
“Thank you,” you mumble when you see your salad again, this time free of all onions.
Yedam just shakes his head, and you take a bite not noticing the cheeky grin Yedam is getting from Haruto and your other friends at the table.
“Are we still on for after school?” Yedam asks you before you begin walking to your next class after lunch.
“Of course,” you grin, “I’ll see you later.”
You turn away from the boy and Lia immediately throws one of her arms around your shoulder as the two of you make your way to the Biology Lab, she sends you a smirk and you raise your eyebrows not knowing what else to do.
“So, what’s going on between you and Yedam?” She asks after a few moments.
“What do you mean?” You question, confused.
“I think he likes you,” she sings, pulling you closer to her body almost strangling you in the process.
“I think your crazy.” You laugh, pulling away from her uncomfortable hug.
“Seriously?” She deadpans.
You just look at her, dumbfounded, not having a single clue where these comments are coming from. You and Yedam have been best friends forever and nothing is going to change that, he doesn’t like you and you don’t like him, end of story.
“Don’t tell me you don’t notice the way he looks at you y/n.” Lia presses, she looks shocked.
“I have no idea what’s gotten into you,” you shake your head, “but Yedam and I are just friends.”
Lia opens her mouth to begin arguing with you, but you stop her by shaking your head and telling her that you don’t want to talk about it anymore. Your friend rolls her eyes but thankfully doesn’t press you any further and the two of you eventually make it to the Lab and find your seats before the lesson starts.
You grin at Yedam when you see him standing at the schools’ front gate waiting for you, he smiles back at you and you two greet each other quickly before you fall into step with one another and slowly make your way back home.
“I think we should make a cake.” Yedam tells you on the way to your house.
“Okay,” you laugh, “what’s the occasion?”
The boy just shrugs, “I feel like cake.”
You shake your head and carry on laughing at your friend’s random request but agree anyway, who can say no to cake.
After throwing flower at Yedam, getting egg yolk in your hair and almost burning your fingers off trying to bake the cake its eventually out of the oven and surprisingly it looks pretty good. You hand Yedam a fork and sit down next to him before the two of you dig in, not even cutting it into slices first.
“I had a weird dream last night,” Yedam mumbles, breaking the silence.
“What was it about?” You reply, eyes not moving from the cake.
Yedam is quiet for a while before he tells you, “we got married.”
When those words leave your friends mouth your first reaction is to laugh, so you do.
“That’s crazy.” You manage to get out through your laughter.
Yedam doesn’t say anything more but begins to laugh with you, and the two of you move on as if nothing happened and why wouldn’t you, he is your friend, nothing like that would ever happen between the two of you.
That night you lay awake in bed, not being able to fall asleep and because of this your mind begins to wonder and your thoughts move like lightning through your head however, when your thoughts move to Yedam they slow down significantly and everything that happened today hits you hard. First Harutos comment and suggestive looks towards Yedam, then Lia talking about how he looks at you and lastly the boy himself having a dream about the two of you getting married.
“Does he like me?” You whisper, frowning slightly.
“Do I like him?” You gasp when the thought of him liking you sends butterflies into your stomach.
You squeeze your eyes shut and turn over forcing yourself to fall asleep so that you don’t have to think about Yedam anymore, you can deal with your feelings in the morning.
For the next couple of days, you begin to notice the small things that Yedam does for you all the time, the things that you normally wouldn’t even notice. However now, when he does these things you feel your heart beat faster and your cheeks become warm. You notice how he always places the palm of his hand against your back when you are walking down a set of stairs because you often stumble down them. You notice that on your walks home from school he will take your backpack and carry it for you because he can tell you are tired. You notice how he is always smiling when you are talking, even if you are not talking to him. You notice that he always chooses strawberry flavoured milk for himself even though is favourite flavour is chocolate so that you can share it with him because you love strawberries. All of these things make you question your feelings towards Yedam, and suddenly you don’t know if you only see him as a friend anymore.
“Are you okay?” Yedam asks, pulling you away from your thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” You mumble, trying to focus on the movie you guys are watching.
After a few moments your mind becomes flooded with thoughts of Yedam once again and he notices that you aren’t paying attention to the movie anymore, so he pauses it.
“Are you okay y/n?” Your friend asks you again, “it’s like you’ve been on another planet for the last couple of days.”
“I’m sorry,” you sigh loudly, “I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Yedam says, “do you want to talk about it?”
Glancing over at the boy sitting next to you, you notice the kind smile that is covering his features and your heart melts. You don’t understand how you have suddenly developed these feelings for your best friend in a matter of days, but you have, and not telling him is becoming unbearable. You have never kept anything from Yedam, you talk to him about everything.
“I don’t know if I can talk about it Yedam.” You groan, burying your face into the palms of your hands.
“Why not?” He asks and you can tell by the tone of his voice that he is hurt by your comment.
“Because its about you.” You say, face still in your hands.
“I don’t understand.” Your friend tells you.
You stay silent for a while and you eventually move your hands away from your face however you don’t look at Yedam. You are thankful that he hasn’t said anything more but you have no idea how you are going to avoid this conversation because you can’t really take back what you’ve said and you can’t move on as if nothing happened because it will only cause a fight.
“I think I like you.” You mumble, still not looking at him.
You regret your words as soon as they come out of your mouth because there is no going back now. You know that you have probably taken his kindness the wrong way but there is a very small sliver of hope in your heart that is telling you that he likes you back. Your head on the other hand is telling you that you are crazy for thinking that he likes you because he has never done anything to make you think so, all he has done is acted like a kind friend.
“Well I know I like you.” Yedam says, breaking the silence.
You move your head to look at him so quickly that you almost get whiplash in the process, your eyes are wide, and your mouth is hanging open.
“C-can you say that again please?” You ask, not quite sure if you heard him correctly.
“I like you y/n.” Yedam repeats, he has a huge smile plastered on his face.
As you begin to process his words a smile makes its way onto your lips as well, you let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief before you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. When you pull away a wave of awkwardness rushes over you.
“What do we do now?” You whisper.
Yedam laughs and you hit his arm. “Well,” he says, “now I can call you my girlfriend and I get to kiss you.”
You feel you face heat up at his words and you can’t stop smiling, everything is about to change, and you aren’t apposed to it at all.
“So how long do I have to wait?” You ask, sending Yedam a shy smile.
“For what?” He questions, looking confused.
“For you to kiss me.” You tell him.
Yedams’ frown morphs into a grin and he immediately leans forward to press his lips against yours.
