just friends?; woodz, yohan
part 8;
pairing: cho seungyoun [woodz] x fem!reader, kim yohan x fem!reader
genre: university!au, friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff
word count: 3.2k
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first, you should try avoiding him for a bit in order to figure out whether your feelings are actually serious or not.
you caught feelings so abruptly — or were they there all along and you never noticed them? anyway, maybe they will go away if you don’t see him as much anymore and if that happens, you will know it’s not serious.
that’s fine. the two of you can continue having your fun friendship as usual.
second, what if they don’t go away and you are serious about this? what then? do you confess to him and scenario one, you get outright rejected by him and embarrass yourself or scenario two, he also likes you and you two become the cutest couple on campus.
but what if it doesn’t work out? then, your friendship would be ruined and you would lose him from your life. you don’t want that.
should you just ignore your feelings for the sake of wanting him to be a part of your life forever or should you be brave and courageous like the main characters in books and movies?
however, they are main characters for a reason! the person they like is bound to like them back no matter what. you on the other hand — let’s not mention the fact that seungyoun has so many admirers and if you weren’t his best friend, you’d probably be out of his league.
stopping in your steps and craning your neck to look at yourself in the mirror, you talk to yourself, “no, i take that back. why would i be out of his league? i think i’m attractive.”
you lean forward to take a closer, more detailed look at yourself. after a few seconds, you find yourself nodding in approval.
“yeah, i’m attractive. also, all of the guys i dated were more than average looking and other girls found them cute as well. seungyoun’s nothing different.”
but he’s cho seungyoun — the all-rounder guy who doesn’t lack in any area of his life.
you groan and the groan turns louder when the timer on your phone goes off. forty-five minutes have passed by and it’s time for you to place your laundry in the dryer.
grabbing your room keys from your desk, you slip on your slides and walk out of your room. okay, wow. maybe you are the main character because why is your crush aka your best friend currently standing at your doorstep with a bombarded look and a bubble tea in his hand, while looking extremely good and huggable?
“move?” you smile sarcastically at him as he’s blocking your way to the elevator.
he pushes the bubble tea in his hand towards you, “i ordered for you too.”
with what he’s doing, you can’t even blame at your heart for fluttering. whose heart wouldn’t flutter!?!?
wait, he’s been doing this since day one. he knows your favourite orders and he always buys them for you voluntarily without you having to ask. but now that you suddenly have feelings for him, you are starting to notice his actions more. it lowkey sounds like you’ve been taking him for granted.
“where are you going?” he asks as you wait for the lift to arrive at your floor. you read the small sticker on your bubble tea just for confirmation of the details — chocolate milk tea, less ice, 100% sugar, pearls. he always gets it right.
you shrug, shaking the bubble tea in your hand, “just doing my laundry.”
“i’m coming along too!” he announces happily and you stare at him in silence.
no, why is he following? your first step is to avoid him to figure out your feelings.
“why?” you ask, stepping into the lift with him following behind. “are you that lifeless?”
rubbing the nape of his neck and pressing the ground floor button, he replies, “we just haven’t talked properly for a few days. anything new?”
yeah, what’s new is that i have feelings for you. that’s new.
okay, did you say you should try avoiding him? well, that’s false because you actually started doing that since a few days ago. you weren’t avoiding him completely but you refrained from meeting long with him and having conversations with him.
he still waits for you to walk to lectures together in the morning as usual but for the past few days, you’ve been skipping your first classes due to you being awake until early dawn — thanks to thinking and making up fake scenarios about a certain someone every night.
that certain someone who’s standing next to you and has black, floppy hair which makes you want to run your fingers through it.
“really? i think it’s just you. we even talked the other day.” you lie through your teeth as you swipe your key against the screen lock to enter the laundry room.
you ask seungyoun to hold your bubble tea for you as you start removing your clothes from the washing machine.
“then, do you want to watch a movie toget—?”
“no!” you cut him off, also feeling extremely bad at the way his face drops. “i’m meeting with yohan for our assignment, sorry.”
sorry? did you just say sorry to seungyoun? now, this is going to make him suspicious because you never really say sorry to each other unless it’s a big, serious thing but that kind of thing has never happened between the two of you.
“but it’s almost 10pm?” seungyoun tilts his head in confusion as he watches you throw your wet clothes into the dryer, your hair blocking him from seeing your face.
you chuckle painfully, “youn, we are university students. doing an assignment at 10pm is nothing.”
“so you are going to the library?”
you groan internally, why does he have so many questions today?
“no, i’m going to his room.” you reply, scanning the QR code with your phone to start the dryer.
“his room?” seungyoun repeats and you nod as an answer, walking out into the cold air when he opens the door. “just two of you alone?”
“yeah?” you respond, now quite unsure about the lie you just made up. if you said you are meeting at the library, seungyoun might offer to follow the two of you and that’s going to expose the truth because yohan has no idea about this lie you are telling.
if it’s just meeting at yohan’s room, you can just pretend to go to the fourth floor and come back into your room without seungyoun knowing. you wouldn’t have to explain yohan the situation as well.
you press the elevator button and eye at your bestfriend who has grown quiet after your reply, “what? why?”
he shrugs with a yawn, “nothing. just bored.”
“i’m envious.” you sigh, both of you entering the lift. “engineering students are busier than y’all.”
he scoffs, “just admit you guys procrastinate more than us and go.”
“you are saying you’re bored because you are caught up with all the modules?” you question him, tapping your fingers against the lift’s walls.
“yeah.” he answers confidently, leaving you speechless. wow, now you are really envious.
handing you back your bubble tea, he steps out of the elevator when it reaches the third floor, “have fun doing your assignment then.”
you scrunch your face at him and follows the lift to the fourth floor just for the sake of pretending. you use the stairs to walk back to your third floor and make sure that the hallway is clear before you rush back into your room.
damn, lying is hard. if you were a criminal who committed a crime, you would be caught red-handed already without the police even having to investigate.
you poke open the bubble tea with the given straw and switch on the television to catch up with a few episodes of k-drama that you missed. you should be catching up with your lectures instead but it’s fine, it’s totally fine. plus, it’s saturday.
during the midst of you squealing over the main characters finally holding hands after thirteen episodes, the knocks on your door interrupts your fangirling moment.
you pause the episode and move your bowl of ramen to the kitchen counter in the process of walking towards your door. you couldn’t resist the urge to have ramen while watching the k-drama.
you peep through the eyehole first and you step back a bit in surprise. of course, it’s none other than seungyoun. who else? no one from this accommodation visits you at — you check the time on your phone screen; 12:52am.
hmm, now should be a good time for you to be back in your room after doing your assignment with yohan. you could open the door and greet your bestfriend or just pretend to be sleeping.
you slightly jump in your place when he knocks again. feeling bad at how you’ve been pushing him away for the past few days and how the poor guy doesn’t even know why, you decide to open the door for him.
it’s not even his fault that you caught feelings.
“what?” you greet him.
“hmm.” he sniffs powerfully, “i smell ramen.”
“yeah, i finished it.”
“can i come in?” he asks and you step aside for him to enter your room. you have to cover your face for a millisecond to stop yourself from smiling at the sight of him. damn it, you think you are really down bad for him.
naturally, he occupies your chair at the desk and takes a glimpse at the paused k-drama on the television, “finished your assignment?”
you answer as you wash the empty bowl of ramen, “you expect a group assignment to finish in 3 hours? no.”
“how did it go then?” he asks, squinting his eyes at the television to see the title of the k-drama. he’s almost as blind as you without glasses.
“it was fine. we finished our own parts.” you reply effortlessly. you seem to be improving in lying; talented.
“isn’t that drama cringe?” he asks and you gasp, offended. walking back to your bed, you slap his arm softly on your way.
“it’s great! stop judging a book by its cover. you are probably jealous because the actor is good-looking and is 190cm.”
he huffs air out at your typical self, “yeah, of course you already searched his height. he’s only 7 centimetres taller than me.”
“that’s a lot.” you mumble, sitting cross-legged on your bed and playing the episode again — the main characters still staring at each other in slow motion with the background music just because it’s their first time holding hands.
“you are like 20 centimetres shorter than me.” he states and you throw the nearest pillow square at his face, not completely disagreeing with him since what he stated are facts but it still offended you.
“anyways,” he clears his throat, cracking his fingers. “is your assignment about making up lies or something?”
what?
you freeze in your position, not daring to look at him in the eyes, “huh? what do you mean?”
“i went to yohan’s place earlier, you see. you weren’t there.”
you humourlessly chuckle, “bruh, i probably left.”
“he said you never came.”
can a hole just magically appear from under your bed that you can dig yourself in it and hide from this extreme embarrassment?
“okay, i’m exposed.” you pursue your lips nervously, fiddling with your fingers.
“why?” he trails off, scooting the chair closer to your bed. “why did you lie? i might be wrong but it feels like you are avoiding me on purpose.”
you’d probably win the most horrible liar reward in the world’s guinness book.
i was avoiding you because i suddenly like you but i don’t know if i’m serious about it or not?
no, you are absolutely not telling him such an unsure thing. your only option is to make up another lie.
“stop.” his voice interrupts your train of panic thoughts as his hand wraps around yours to stop, “you are biting your nails again.”
right, a habit you do when you are nervous or anxious. a habit you only knew you have when seungyoun pointed it out.
“i..” you trail off, rubbing your palm against your face. “i’m not ready to tell you yet. can you wait?”
he blinks before breaking out into a fit of chuckles, “y/n, the way you are saying it — someone might think you are going to confess to me or something.”
you also join in his laughter, even slapping your hand against your own thigh to make it seem more realistic.
“haha, what kind of bullshit is that? haha, no never.”
he shows you an offended expression while placing his hand over his heart, “ouch. i have my own charms, alright? you just can’t see them.”
no, i can see them extremely clearly — it’s like you are in the spotlight, under a bright stage light even though you are just sitting in my room. i hate it here.
fighting back your own thoughts, you reply back, “that’s unfortunate. look at rowoon, his charms are as clear as sky. i don’t even have to search for them.”
“rowoon?” he asks, looking at the screen. “is that the actor’s name?”
you respond excitedly with a nod, “he’s 190cm!”
“how many times are you going to mention his height?” seungyoun sighs dramatically at your reaction.
you dismiss his question with a wave, “shush, it’s attractive.”
seungyoun scoffs, his eyes remaining fixed on the screen. “the bar is on the floor.”
if that was the case, i wouldn’t have a crush on you, dumbass.
“can you just shut up and watch please?” you groan, leaning back against your pillow. he finally zips his mouth for real and actually focuses on the drama playing. but this time, it’s you who can’t seem to focus as your eyes keep drifting towards his face.
his hair is getting longer. you hope he doesn’t cut it like the last time. he would look so pretty with long hai—
“is the drama plot just them staring at each other? they’ve been doing that for fifteen minutes.” he complains, thrashing around in his seat.
“that’s because this episode is all about their lovey dovey moments. just wait, it will get better.”
“hey, should we do an eye contact contest too?” he abruptly suggests which is definitely not a good idea.
normally, your competitive self would agree to his suggestion and stare right into his soul but you are not your normal self now. you have a crush on him. how can you maintain eye contact with him for long?
since it would be suspicious of you to disagree to a contest and back down, you nod at him as a response, feigning confidence.
you scoot to the foot of your bed and sit face to face with him, blinking your eyes for multiple times so that they wouldn’t go dry and betray you during the game.
he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before placing his hand between the two of you so that there’s no eye contact before the game actually starts.
“ready?” he pauses, “set, go!”
have you read those panels in mangas or seen those scenes in movies where everything becomes slow motion and flower petals start floating around? the sound of your heart beat instantly becoming louder?
that’s the feeling you are having right now after he removed his hand between the two of you and his smiling face comes into view.
his eyes twinkle as if they have the whole galaxy in them, his cheeks look so plush and soft; no wonder he’s always squishing and poking them. and his lips, wow his lips. his chapped lips that you always scold him for wetting it with his tongue instead of properly applying lip balm — even those same chapped lips look so kissable right now.
in conclusion, you want to kiss him.
“damn it.” he suddenly moves away, “dust went into my eyes.”
you avert your gaze, feeling yourself blush. covering your face with your hair, you say, “i won.”
“hah, nooo??” he denies shamelessly, “i said dust went into my eyes.”
“you are so lame.” you hiss, massaging your temples.
“let’s do another round then! if you win this time again, i will admit that i lose.”
do you really want to make yourself go through all that again? yeah, why not? it’s a once in a lifetime experience. other girls would be dying to be in your place right now.
“deal.” you challenge, both of you returning back to your previous positions.
ready, set, go!
“you know, y/n.” he starts a few seconds after removing his hand. “they say when you can imagine kissing someone, it means you like them. but if you can’t even imagine kissing them, you only see them as a friend.”
“okay?” you gulp, shifting slightly in your seat. “what am i supposed to do with that information?”
he shrugs, “just sparing you some general knowledge.”
“cool, thanks for being so considerate.” you reply, your eyes glued to the centre of his forehead.
“why aren’t you looking at my eyes?” he questions. why does he have so much to say during this second round?
you bite the inside of your cheek, continuing to stare deadly at the same spot on his forehead. “as long as i don’t blink, i win, isn’t it?”
“it’s called an eye contact contest for a reason.” he says, his pitch higher but his tone softer.
when you refuse to look at his eyes, he cups your face with both of his hands and tilts it down slightly so that your eyes land on his out of reflex.
“look at me.”
just looking right at him is torturing enough but he even has to be touching your face now!? the action leads you to hiccup, resulting in you blinking hard.
you hiccup, “that’s cheating.”
“we never had rules in the first place.” he says, one of the corners of his lips turning upwards and his eyes looking like he’s floating as he caresses your cheek with his thumb softly before completely letting go of your face.
your dumbass of a bestfriend is capable of making such an expression like that? maybe he was just smiling innocently and your mind is tricking you into seeing what you want to.
you sit there, unmoving and dazed with his touch still lingering on your cheek.
he stands up from the chair and snaps his fingers cheerfully, a foolish grin now dancing on his face instead of that sinister smirk you just witnessed.
“you are buying dinner tomorrow since you lost.”
“okay.” you find yourself nodding unknowingly but snap out of it quickly, watching him already standing by your door. “what? no! since when did we agree on that?”
“since now.” he beams, “i will text you tomorrow.”
speechless, you stare at his tall figure stepping out of your room.
“oppa will leave now. goodnight!” he emphasises on the oppa and still manages to tease you before he completely disappears out of your sight.
is it just you or you’ve been finding yourself out of words after having a conversation with him?