You turned the key in your apartment door, finally glad to be home after a long day. You step through the door quietly, and slip off your shoes. Before you can get much further, youâre confronted by a delicious smell coming from somewhere in the apartment. Slowly, you make you way down the hall towards the kitchen. As you get closer, you start to hear a soft melody too, the song getting clearer with each step you took.
You poke your head in to see what was going on. Seoho stands at the stove, his back turned to the doorframe unaware of your presence. As he cooks, your boyfriend continues singing what you now recognise to be his groupâs latest song. It doesnât matter how many times youâve heard him before, you would never get tired of listening to him sing. His sweet voice was one of your favourite things about him.
You stay there a moment longer, quietly admiring your boyfriend from afar. Your daydream was soon cut short as the man in question finally turned around to see you.
âHey, youâre home!â His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest. âHow long have you been stood there?â
âNot long.â
âWanna help? Iâm making your favorite.â
âSure.â Seoho pulls back from the hug to place a kiss on your forehead. You smile up at him as grabs your hand, leading you back to the counter. It doesnât take long before heâs singing a tune once again. You try to hold back, but canât help but smile to yourself. For you, it was these kinds of moments that made you realise how lucky you were to have met Seoho. If you could, you would listen to him sing forever.
âWhat am I supposed to say Daehwi?â You yell. âYouâre never here!â
Another day, another argument. You and your boyfriend had been at each otherâs throats from the moment he stepped through the door. You canât remember what had started this particular screaming match, but it didnât take look for you to circle back to this same issue.
You watch you boyfriend grow visibly frustrated. âBecause my job is important to me!â
âI should be important too!â
âYou are, but-â
âIâm clearly not! If I was, we wouldnât be having this argument again.â This continues, the pair of you yelling back and forth for what feels like hours.
He rolls his eyes. âYet again, you are not letting me finish!â
âWhat, so I can listen to more excuses?â
âYou never listen to anything I have to say. The world always has to revolve around you.â
You hated this. Coming home every evening to an empty apartment, spending you weekends alone, waiting up each night to make sure he gets home safe. There was a time when Daehwi loved you so much he would move a mountain for you, but now, that love had faded.
âMe! Youâre the selfish one in this relationship. You work all the time, you go away for weeks on end and you never call-â
âThatâs my job, Y/N!â
âWhen youâre working, itâs like I donât exist. I always have to be the one to reach out! â
âWhat do you want me to say?â
Your voice drops down to a normal volume. âHonestly, I donât knowâ
He pauses. âThis group is everything Iâve worked for. Iâm not giving up on that.â Relief visibly washes over him, his whole body finally ridding itself of the built up tension. Something about finally saying all this aloud lifted a huge weight from his shoulders.
âSo,â you pause, scared to say what you know youâre both thinking âYouâre giving up on us?â
Silence. His expression isnât sad, but tired. Tired of replaying this scene every night. It wasnât worth it anymore. You werenât good for each other.
Even down through phone, Hyunjin could tell there was something wrong. âY/N, what is it? Are you okay?â
âCan you come over? Iâm sick.â
âOn my way.â he answers, immediately heading for the door.Â
Luckily for you the walk to your place only took 15 minutes. It would have been 10 minutes but Hyunjin insisted on stopping to grab some medicine and your favourite snacks to make you feel better.
Turns out you had caught a pretty bad flu and now struggled to function. Hyunjin was happy to come to your rescue. He hated seeing you like this so now he was here, he made it his mission to make you feel better. The rest of the evening he waited on your every move. He gave you medicine, made you dinner, tidied your apartment, even fluffed the couch pillows to make sure you would be comfortable.
Hyunjin had a heart of gold. As you watched him hurry around the room, checking to make sure you were okay, you felt your heart thunder inside your chest. There was nothing he wouldnât do for you. No one had ever cared about you as much as Hyunjin, and no one ever could. You couldnât help but hate him a little bit for that.
As he wiped down the coffee table after you finished eating, he felt something softly grab his wrist. Looking down he noticed your hand clutching his, lightly. His gaze followed you arm, meeting your eyes.
âYou donât have to do all this you know. I just asked you here so we could hang out.â
âI know.â He stuttered slightly, âbut I want to.â
You smile at the dark haired boy, causing his heart to beat out of his chest for a moment.
What was happening? Normally, he was pretty good at containing his crush on you, but something about this evening was sending him out of control. Suddenly, everything you said or did made his stomach do backflips. Tonight, he was more hopeless than ever.
You stayed up talking for a while until Hyunjin decided it was time for you to get some rest. Reluctantly, you let him drag you from the couch to the comfort of your bed. Hyunjin takes a seat on the edge of your bed, watching you finally settle down. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before lightly stroking the top of you head. The soft gesture is all the comfort you need, As he continues the movement, you feel your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, slowly drifting off to sleep.
After a few moments, his movements stop. Hyunjin glances over you one last time before standing up to leave the room.
Before he can take a step toward the door, he feels a hand wrap around his finger.
âWhere are you going?â Your voice is small, cute. Enough to make Hyunjinâs heart race again.
âIâm going home. You can go back to sleep.â
âCan you stay here tonight?â
Could he what? He meets your gaze. You look up at him. Even in their half-lidded sleepy state, they were beautiful to him. He takes a seat on the bed once again. âAre you sure?â
You push back the cover and shuffle over in your bed making room for him to lie next to you. He didnât know what to say. He thought he shouldnât, not when you were sick and vulnerable like this, it wouldnât be fair.
As his mind whirred with this dilemma you sat up.
âIâm sorry, was that too much?â you admit. âI just⊠Hyunjin, I like you.â
Hyunjinâs mind was racing more than ever, too busy trying to understand what was happening to respond.
âThatâs why I called you.â you continue, more shy than before, âIâm sorry. I get it if you donât feel the same way-â
Lips connect with yours in a tender kiss.
âI like you too.â he whispers before pulling you in to kiss you once again.
Hyunjin slips under the cover next to you wrapping his arms tightly around your small frame. He hugs you tight, not wanting to ever let you go.
âRemind me why I agreed to let you come with me?â You rolled your eyes as you watched the dark haired boy race up and down the aisle jumping on the back of the shopping cart.
He stops at your side, a big grin covering his face as he starts speaking âBecause you love me.â
You roll your eyes at his cheesy (but not technically untrue) comment. While you did love your boyfriend, you hadnât technically admitted it yet. It wasnât an easy thing to say. After being treated poorly in the past, you still sometimes struggled to confess you real feelings. Thatâs why you were grateful to now have a boyfriend like Donghyun. He knew you loved him even thought you didnât say it. However, during moments like these you couldnât help but think that maybe he wanted to hear you say those words eventually.Â
As you try to turn away and continue shopping, the arms wrapping around your waist stopped you. âWhat?â
âSay it.â your boyfriend replies, resting his head on your shoulder.
âSay what?â
âSay you love me.â
âDonghyun, really?â Your boyfriend nods, a slight pout forming on his lips. You turn around to face him. âYou really want me to say it for the first time in the middle of the cereal aisle?â He chuckles, his nods become even more enthusiastic.
You reach up and cup his face with both hands and pull him face slightly lower to meet yours. Looking dead in his eyes, you finally say, âI love youâ.
Never before had you ever seen someone so happy. His smile stretched from ear to ear as she picked you up in his ams and spun you around. Once he set you on the ground, he spoke again. A smirk forms on his lips âI know.â
âThatâs your response!â You donât know whether to laugh or scream. Either way, Donghyun is already racing away in the opposite direction before you can scold him. You forget the cart and chase after him. As much as it scared you to admit, there was no one you loved more than Kim Donghyun.
a/n : Iâm going to start writing for onewe now because them boys deserve all the love and appreciation in the world, so send in any onewe requests if you have them !!
younghoon | dog cafe
the guy wrote love me, you canât convince me Iâm wrong about this
he found out you like dogs so he knew it would be perfect
thinks it is adorable how happy you are to see the dogs
uses cheesy pick up lines
will ask you whoâs cuter, him or the dogs
harin | amusement park
boy loves fun
pulls you onto all the scary rides
mostly because he hopes youâll get scared and hold onto him
the two of you run around like little kids
you eat so much candy
wins you a huge teddy bear
kanghyun | at the movies
intentionally picks a bad movie so you can make fun of it
Busy in the kitchen making dinner for you and your best friend, you couldnât reach your phone. âCan you check who it is?â
San reaches over and unlocks your phone but simply stares at the screen.
âSan?â you look up to check heâs okay, âWho is it?â
His neutral expression transforms into the happiest grin. âUm, just your sister, she says hi.â
You nod, but canât help but grow suspicious of his expression. You step away from the chopping board to stand opposite your friend. You reach across the counter to cup his cheeks. âWhatâs with the smile, huh?â
âNothing.â he replies. You could tell he was hiding something.
âYou sure?â
He pulls your hands away from his cheeks and holds them in his own. âYupâ he replies, reaching one hand up across the counter, pinching your cheeks.
You try to hide the blush now covering your face. No matter how many times he did that, you still couldnât get over his cute actions. Turning around, you head back to the food you were preparing. You get back to prepping the vegetables when a pair of arms suddenly snake around your waist. Before you can argue against it, you feel a head rest in the crook of your neck.
You start to question your friendâs sudden affection. âWhat are you-â
âWhen were you going to tell me you liked me?â he said, each breath brushing softly past your ear.
âHow do you know- I mean- what makes you think that?â you stutter out, now too embarrassed to look your crush in the eye.
One of his hands pulls back from you waist, reaching into his pocket to retrieve something. Your phone. He holds it in front of your face before pressing the small button to unlock the screen. It lights up revealing the lock screen you had set while San was away. It was a picture of the two of you from a couple of months ago, you had gone to the arcade to spend some time together before he left on tour. San had spent ages on the claw machine trying to win you the stuffed toy you wanted. You tried to tell him it wasnât a big deal but he insisted he would get it. And he did. It took forever, but he did it. Seeing how happy you were, San had asked one of the staff to take a photo of you both with the toy. It was one of your favourite memories. A moment you wanted to always remember, even if the relationship between you was purely platonic.
âI meant to change that. Iâm- â
Before you can finish, San grabs your hips and spins you round to face him. He stares deep into your eyes for a moment before leaning in and gently connecting your lips with his own.
âKeep the picture.â he says finally. âI want people to know youâre mine.â
Every time you saw him with her, you felt your heart break a little more. It was hard to believe that your heart was still beating after he had so casually ripped it out of your chest and torn it into a million tiny pieces.
Hand in hand, the happy love birds stroll down the corridor. You roll your eyes. The whole scene was sickeningly sweet. A narcissistic show made for the shallow population of your school. These were the kinds of people you and Jisung would have despised together, but now you watched painfully as your former best friend was now the one of them.
The guy you saw in front of you was not the Jisung you knew. Thatâs what upset you the most. You didnât know this stranger. His personality slipped. This arrogant act had started a few months ago and as soon as it did, it was like your best friend was changed forever. Without warning, you were kicked to the curb, ten years of friendship suddenly meaningless. You couldnât believe it. Jisung would never do that to you. You wanted to believe that your best friend had gone away and was secretly replaced by and evil twin, or that he was switched for a robot, or anything that would mean you would someday get him back.
Sadly, things would never go back to normal. The boy you once knew as your favourite person was now gone. Now all you could do was watch the person he had become completely ignore your existence yet again. You werenât best friends anymore. You were strangers now.
Whenever you were overwhelmed by work and deadlines, a stop at coffee shop always made you feel better. The familiar soft hum of machines and quiet conversations was soothing background noise whenever you needed to work and the warm atmosphere helped to wash away all your anxieties for an hour or two.
âHi, what can I get you?â The boy smiled. It felt strange to judge him so quickly, but he seemed nice. You placed your order before turning to find an empty table to get to work.
it was a nice place. The decor was simple but refreshing, it gave made the room feel calmer. You were still glancing around when the barista boy from earlier was placing the order in front of you. You met his eye, gave him a smile and a thank you. After seeing him up close, you had to admit, he was cute.
A couple of hours passed and eventually your assignment was finished. The barista had stopped by your table a few times to offer a refill, his sweet smile growing more and more endearing with each encounter. Now, you were exhausted and ready to leave so you packed up your stuff and headed for the exit.
In your tired state you failed to notice a coffee spill on the floor and instead took a direct step into the mess. Before you realise whatâs happened, you started falling to the floor. Just as you were about to hit the ground, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you, catching your fall. You look up to see the familiar face youâve admired all afternoon. For a moment, you stay like that, his arms holding you as you looked into each other eyes, like a scene from a drama.
âThank youâ you say. Eventually, you snap back to your senses, find your balance and stand again, your eyes now glued to the floor, suddenly shy from the encounter.
âNo, itâs my fault. Iâm sorry.â he replies sincerely, âIâm Woong, by the way.â
âY/N.â you smile back, trying your best to hide your reddening cheeks.
âHey, I really am sorry. Maybe you should stop by here again sometime. Iâll make you free coffee as a way of saying sorryâ
âYou donât have to do that.â
âItâs no problem.â He makes eyes contact as he confesses, âI want to.â
He appears sincere. Normally you wouldnât want someone to go out of their way for you like this, especially a stranger. But who were you to turn down free coffee from a cute guy. âOkay, you got yourself a deal."
scenario:
Being away from your boyfriend was tough. He had been over a month since he left for tour and you hadnât seen him since. Lately, you noticed he had been a little more stressed than usual so you decide to surprise him and show up to the groupâs latest show.
bang chan
he was just going about his day and then BAM there you were
he does that little âoh my goshâ
picks you up in a big hug
happy n giggly
doesnât want to be too much in front of the other member, so itâs pretty chill
as soon as you get home, he will not let go of you
youâre forced to try to cook dinner for the two of you whilst he clings to your back like a koala
reminds himself to never let you stay apart for this long ever again
lee know
tries to hide how happy he is
because he canât be seen being soft in public oh no
inside he is SCREAMING
but he canât stop the smile from forming whenever he looks at you
quietly he just holds your hand
will sneakily whisper sweet things in your ear when no one is looking
sits back and listens to you talk because he loves the sound of your voice
changbin
is not going to hide anything
BOY IS FREAKING STOKED
he finally got his fav person back
acts cute so you give him even more attention
the boys are glad youâre back because now he will pester you and not them
you donât mind at all
because you are just as obsessed with him as he is with you
the two of you do not stop talking, not for a second
most of it doesnât even make sense
but who cares
hyunjin
immediate cuddles
suddenly becomes super soft
non-stop skinship all day
you stay up talking all night, catching up on everything you missed
he wonât admit it but being away from you for so long was starting to stress him out
so heâs relieved youâre finally back in his arms again
han
has low key been waiting for this moment
so excited for you to meet the whole team
introduces you to everyone
doesnât want you to be uncomfortable
beyond relieved when everyone likes you
he knew they would love you, obviously. how could they not?
now youâre comfortable around them, he has an excuse to bring you everywhere
casts long stares at you
cannot believe heâs lucky enough to call you his
felix
âBABE WHAT THE HELLâ
heâs like a little kid winning a prize
has missed you so much
mostly just missed hanging out with you
yes, youâre his s/o but youâre also his best friend
you guys just pick up where you left off
immediately has you laughing over nothing
eventually wraps his arms around you tight for one long hug
whispers in your ear how much he loves you
seungmin
the biggest smile omg
never expected you to surprise him like this
finds out the rest of the guys were in on the idea
becomes pouty because heâs supposed to be the smart one out of the two of you
you place a quick peck on his pouty lips and everything is fine
within minutes he is back to his normal self
aka teasing you for no reason
you quickly return the favour making him smile
remembers why you are his better half
i.n.
wants to get you alone asap
itâs not that he doesnât want you around his members
he just knows theyâll tease him
that and the fact he just wants you to himself
rushes you back to the dorm so you two can have one of your famous movies nights
Wooyoung woke from his nap to the sound of your laughter echoing through the dorm. After a long day of practice he was exhausted so you insisted he rest until dinner was ready. Now awake, he decided to go see what all the noise was about.
He emerged from his room and found you in the living area with the other members. He stood in the door way, watching you but quickly noticed something that changed his mood. For the most part, he was happy to see you and the members having fun together, but he wasnât happy how close you were sat with San.
Sanâs head rested comfortably on your shoulder. As much as he loved you and his best friend, the sight in front of Wooyoung made him more uncomfortable than he was willing to admit. He marched over to the couch and took a seat the other side of you. As he had planned, the entrance was enough to grab your attention and disturb your previous seating arrangement.
âHow was your nap? You feeling better?â you smile. Something had really bothered him. The movement of his friend was not enough for Wooyoung. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you into his lap.
âYeah, Iâm good.â
It was surprising seeing him act like this. Sure, Wooyoung was not afraid of PDA but he usually avoided it in front of his members. Something was wrong but you couldnât understand what. You assumed he was probably just tired and clingy after just waking up so you decided to ignore it and carried on as usual.
But your boyfriend did not stop, if anything, he got worse. All evening, he clung to you, sitting you in his lap, holding you hand, whispering in your ear. Every time you talked to San, Wooyoung could feel himself getting angry. Then, you laughed a little too loudly at one of his friendâs jokes. That was all it took. Wooyoung grabbed you hand and led you back into his room.
âWhat is wrong with you?â you ask
âWhatâs wrong with me? Whatâs wrong with you?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm sorry, I just saw you all cuddled up with San earlier. Did I get in the way of you and your new boyfriend?â His comments were childish, deep down, he knew they were, but he couldnât stop them. Luckily for him, you knew he didnât mean them.
âYouâre being stupid.â you reply.
Wooyoung slumped down on the bed, head in his hands. He was upset, he really did love you and he knew you would never do something like that to him, but there was always a little doubt in his mind. You were too good for him. Wooyoung thought the world of you. As much as he pretended not to care, he was always afraid you would one day leave him for someone better. Someone like San.
You sit next to him and rub his back reassuringly. âYouâre the only boyfriend Iâve got,â you hold up you pinky finger, âI promise.â Even when he was acting like a huge jerk towards you, you still tried to be cute. You continue, your tone more serious, âI mean it, Woo. Iâm not going anywhere. Youâre the only one for me.â
Lifting his head, he takes your hand in between the two of his.. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. I kinda like that youâre jealous.â you say sweetly, causing your boyfriendâs eyebrows to furrow. âItâs nice to know that you still like me.â
He smiles before placing a small kiss on the back of your hand âIâm going to like you forever.â
Minho was awoken by the light pouring through the curtains of his room. His schedule had been so busy recently, and as much as he loved performing with his group, he had missed waking up in his own bed, more importantly, he missed waking up next to you.
Glancing down, he sees your peaceful figure still sleeping soundly on his chest. A smile creeps onto his lips. He still couldnât believe you were his. Even first thing in the morning you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Warm light from the morning sun now filled the room and gave your features an ethereal glow making you look even more like a goddess.
He places a soft kiss on your forehead causing you to lightly stir before your eyes gently flutter open.
âGood morning, baby,â his morning voice gently pulling you from sleep.
âHeyâ you reply, raising you head slightly to greet him with a smile.
âYou look beautiful.â
You groan in response before lightly slapping his chest and burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide your now bright red cheeks. This kinda of candor wasnât new to you, your boyfriend was infamously blunt when he wanted to be, but it still made your heart flutter.
Minho wraps his arm tighter around your waist, bringing you even closer to him. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, âLook at meâ. You slowly lift you head to meet your boyfriendâs gaze, you face now only centimetres away from his.
As you look into each others eyes for a moment longer he eventually speaks up, itâs quiet but said with so much sincerity you would think they were the only three words he knew how to say. âI love you.â
Pulling your knees up to your chest, you buried yourself even deeper into the covers of your bed, hoping the soft sheets would bury you forever. You tried your best to steady your breathing and remain calm but it was no use. Within seconds, you felt the trails of tears rolling slowly down your cheeks. This time, the one person you would usually call to help dry your tears was now the reason for them.
Like a broken record, his words played over and over in your head. âIt never meant anything, Y/N. You know that. I never had feelings for you.â
Soon, soft tears turned into loud sobs. You wanted to be angry at him. You wanted to hate him, but you couldnât. It was your fault for ever believing a guy like him could change. You were doomed to this heart-break the minute you started letting your guard down. Falling for a guy like Youngmin was pointless. All the time you spent together, all the memories you cherished most meant nothing to him. For months, he had been the centre of your world and now everything was crumbling around you.
Curling your body up even tighter you wished for all of this to go away. You wished you could forget it all. You wish you could go back to a normal, happy life. More than anything, you wished you had never met Lim Youngmin.
Mingi was heading home. It had been a tough day. He was forgetting lyrics, messing up choreography, spacing out constantly, it was pretty clear something was wrong. It didnât take Hongjoong long to notice his friendâs state and had told him to go home early to get some sleep. Not wanting to argue with the leader, Mingi agreed even though he knew there was no solution to what he was going through.
Wanting to clear his head, he decided to walk the long way back, along an old route he used to take. It was a bad idea, he knew that, but he couldnât stop himself. He wandered the quiet streets letting himself get lost in all the memories they stored.
He passed the convenience store you would run to in the middle of the night. Then, there was the cafe where you had your first date. And next, the corner where he kissed you for the first time. He paused. Today would have been your three year anniversary. What would you be doing if you were still together? Would he have taken you to a fancy dinner? Or something more fun, like an amusement park? At romantic getaway? He didnât know. He would never find out.
Just as he turned to go home, a figure leaving the cafe caught his eye. They looked familiar. Too familiar. He stopped, frozen. There you were. You hair was shorter but you looked exactly the same, better even. You looked happy. It had been a long time since heâd seen that.Â
Mingiâs heart broke into a million pieces that day. A part of him still misses you to this day. He wishes he could be the right guy for you, but he know he canât. He used to hope that you would get back to together someday, but he knows that wonât happen. Now, all he hopes is that you are happy.
Since the moment he arrived at your apartment, you and your boyfriend had not left the couch. It had been a long day for you both and you were now too exhausted to move. Xion rests his head on your lap and you idly run your fingers through his soft locks. It was nice. You and your boyfriend had got into the habit of spending your time like this now, in comfortable silence with each other. After two years of dating, you two were stronger than ever. Sure, exciting dates and spontaneous trips were fun, but there was something special about times like this. Somehow just being close to one another was enough.
You were locked into the TV drama playing in front of you, you failed to notice your boyfriend staring up at you. He watched your facial expressions alter ever so slightly as you unconsciously reacted to each scene. You were too cute, he thought.
Soon your hand was removed from his hair and was instead held in his own. Mindlessly, the dark haired boy continues to fiddle with your hand, examining it, holding it, locking and unlocking your fingers.
A small chuckle escapes your smiling lips when you notice his actions. Finally, he intertwines your fingers with his and lightly kisses the back of you hand.
He knows he shouldnât, but Changbin canât stop himself from scrolling back through his camera roll. He looks at each one. Hundreds of photos. All of you. Photos of trips youâd taken together, selfies you sent him when you missed him on tour, couple pictures youâd insisted he pose for. Then there were his favourite photos, the ones you had no idea he was taking. He loved how candids exposed your natural beauty, capturing the moments where you were truly being nothing but yourself. Image after image, the collection went on. Your bright smile lighting up his phone screen. Each photo breaking his heart that little bit more. He wanted to go back and relive every one of these memories. He wanted to go back to the time when he was the reason for your smile. He wanted to go back to a time when you still loved him.
pairing: yeosang x reader
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst (if you squint)
word count: 1k
summary: you would do anything for Yeosang, anything except admit your feelings
a/n: I havenât got around to proof reading oops, sorry itâs bad
âYou know, it would be easier to just tell him that you like him.â
You ignore your friendâs remarks as you pull the final tray of cookies from the oven and set them out to cool. Wooyoung sat on the counter watching you clean up the mess of flour you (mostly him) had made while baking.
âWho said this is for him? Canât I do something nice for all of my friends?â
Before you can stop him, Wooyoung steals a cookie from the plate and takes a bite.
âWho said that Iâm your friend?â he teases. You roll your eyes and playfully hit his arm, earning a big grin from him.
The loud laughter from the rest of the boys echoed through the dorm. You werenât lying about wanting to do something nice for them. They were your best friends and you saw how hard they worked everyday. Wherever you could, you liked being able to do nice things for them. They deserved it. Your crush on Yeosang had nothing to do with that.
âWhen are you going to tell him?â Wooyoung asks.
âNever.â
âY/N!â he whines. âYou have to tell him! Iâm bored of waiting. You would be such a cute couple!â
âWho would be a cute couple?â
Yeosang stood in the doorway. Of course it was him, just your luck. He approaches the two of you.
âN-nothing, no one, it doesnât matter.â you stutter out.
Yeosangâs eyes light up at the sight in front of him. âYou made cookies?â
âUh, yeah. I know you guys like them soâ
He reaches for one, but paused in his tracks  âCan I?â
You nod. Wooyoung observes the situation in silence, a smirk on his face the whole time. He jumps down from the counter and picks up the plate of cookies.
âIâm going to share these with the guys.â Before you could response he was already out the door leaving you and Yeosang alone.
âThanks for the food.â he admits, gently touching your arm. âCookies are my favourite.â
âItâs no big deal.â you smile back and hurry out of the kitchen to meet the others. You couldnât stay alone with him much longer, your heart was beating so fast you were scared it might burst.
The boys were crowded around the table playing some board game youâd never heard of. You took a seat next to Wooyoung and watched the game, trying to understand what was happening. Yeosang enters moments after with two sodas in hand.Â
At the sight of him, Wooyoung jumps up. âI need to use the bathroom, you can take my seat.â
Could he make it any more obvious? You knew what he was doing and scowled at your friend as he exits the room.
Soon enough the boys return to their original chaos. Yelling at the board and each other for reasons you still werenât completely sure of. Your attention is pulled away from the fun by a soft nudge in your side. Yeosang hands you his spare soda.
âI thought you might want oneâ he says quietly.
You thank him and take the drink. Itâs a small gesture, it probably didnât mean anything, but you feel nothing but butterflies in your stomach.
The rest of the evening went on as normal, but you couldnât help but notice the weird behaviour from the boy next to you. Yeosang was sat closer to you than normal, his knee resting against you own. Whenever he wanted to talk to you, he would lean in, closer to your ear. You were beginning to struggle to see this as anything but platonic. What was going on?
You thought for a moment and then it hit you. Itâs a joke. He knows. Wooyoung must have told him. Now, he knew, he was just playing with your feelings. Of course he was. They all loved pranks so it was probably a dare from the boys. This was all just a joke to him. You were an idiot.
âIâm sorry guys, Iâve got to go.â you abruptly stand up and rush off to the door.
Confused, your friends watch you leave, looking around to one another for some kind of an explanation.
You were halfway down the street when you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, stopping you. You turn to find an out of breath Yeosang, he must have run after you.
âWhy did you leave like that?â he asks between breaths.
âWhy did you follow me?â you retort coldly.
âI was worried.â His brows furrow as he reads your facial expression. âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something?â
âLook, you donât have to pretend any more, I know Wooyoung told you. Your game is over.â
âWhat game? Y/N what is going on?â
You feel hot tears about to start falling down your cheeks. There was no way you were going to cry over this.
âJust because I have feelings for you, doesnât mean you can take advantage of them.â
âWait, what?â
âThis is exactly why I didnât want to tell you. I knew something like this would happen.â
âY/N, stop. You have feelings for me?â
His expression is one of genuine confusion. He didnât know? Oh no. He really didnât know. Suddenly, you lose all confidence, you stare at your feet.
âI thought Wooyoung already told you. I assumed that was why you were acting weird just now.â
âI wasnât trying to be weird.â his hand hooks under you chin pulling your gaze from the floor. âWooyoung said that if I wanted to get your attention, I should try getting closer to you.â
âWhy would you-â
He steps forward, closing the gap between you. His hand now cupped you cheek.
âBecause I like you.â
Before you can fully register his confession his lips were on yours in a delicate kiss.
âAre you sure you like me? This isnât just some joke?â
Yeosang chuckles. He holds your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. âIâm certain.â
He pulls you in for a tight hug. You were on cloud nine. This was real, it was actually happening. You felt like a kid a school again, giggling over a crush. But this wasnât just a crush, this was Kang Yeosang. You suddenly felt like the luckiest person in the world. You couldnât stop smiling.
âDo you still want to go home or- â
âLetâs get back to the dorm.â you answer, âWooyoung has some explaining to do.â