The café was small and warm, tucked away on a side street that felt quieter than the rest of the city. The windows were fogged slightly from the contrast between the cold outside and the heat within, fairy lights strung lazily across the ceiling like they’d been added as an afterthought. It added more than a glow, it illuminated everything just right.
Y/N sat across from Wooyoung at a tiny wooden table, hands wrapped around her cup, watching steam curl upward as if it had somewhere important to be. Wooyoung was stirring his coffee even though he’d already done it twice, eyes unfocused, mouth tugging upward in a smile he didn’t seem fully aware of.
They hadn’t worn masks. Hadn’t ducked their heads or chosen a corner out of fear. No one had bothered them. No whispers, no flashes — just two people sitting too close, knees brushing under the table like it was the most natural thing in the world. It felt too normal, too peaceful. It was like two normal people, not an idol and his not-so secret lover.
“It’s kind of funny,” Wooyoung said eventually, breaking the silence.
She looked up. “What is?”
He gestured vaguely between them. “This.”
She smiled. “You mean how your company announced we were dating before we even figured out we wanted to?”
“Exactly that,” he laughed. “Feels like we skipped a few steps.”
Y/N hummed thoughtfully. “Or maybe we were just slow.”
Wooyoung tilted his head, studying her. “You think?”
She nodded, eyes soft. “We kept circling each other. Even before the rumours.”
He thought about it — the clinic, the dorm, the sleepover, the way she’d rested her head on his shoulder like it had always belonged there. The way he’d noticed her before he’d realised he noticed her. The way he worried about her first, the way he never stopped talking about her.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I guess we did.”
They fell into an easy silence again. Not awkward. Just full.
Y/N traced the rim of her cup with her thumb, heart beating a little too fast now that the thought had fully settled. The noise of the café faded into the background, replaced by the awareness of him — the way his knee brushed hers, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her.
“Can I ask you something?” she said.
Wooyoung nodded immediately. “Anything.”
She took a breath. “Did you ever feel like… this was inevitable?”
His brows knit together, curious. “What do you mean?”
“Like,” she hesitated, searching for the right words, “even when we weren’t thinking about it, something was already pulling us here.”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at her — really looked at her — like he was seeing the shape of the answer in her face.
“I think,” he said slowly, “I’ve been choosing you without realising it.” His breathing was shallow, cheeks flushed with shyness.
He continued, voice steadier now. “Every time things got loud or messy, I wanted to check on you. Sit next to you. Make sure you ate. Make sure you laughed.”
She smiled, eyes burning just a little. “I did the same.”
He laughed softly, almost disbelieving. “Of course you did.”
Another pause. This one heavier. Important.
Wooyoung reached out before he could overthink it, resting his hand on the table between them. He didn’t touch her yet — just waited.
“I like you,” he said. No theatrics. No nerves. Just truth. “I think I have for a while.”
Y/N felt something in her chest finally click into place. Like a lock turning.
“I like you too,” she said quietly. “I was just scared to name it.”
His smile was slow and soft and real. “Me too.”
They laughed then — light, giddy, almost relieved. Like they’d finally caught up to something the world had already decided for them.
“Well,” Wooyoung said, squeezing her hand gently when she placed it in his, “I guess the rumours were right.”
She laughed. “I guess.”
They stayed like that for a while — fingers intertwined, coffee forgotten, the future no longer something to tiptoe around. Y/N felt a pull, and seemingly so did Wooyoung. Before the two knew it, their lips had connected. Y/N was the first to pull away, avoiding his gaze and giggling like a school girl. They didn’t have to hide anymore, and she was allowed to do that as many times as she wanted.
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૮꒰ྀི .ܸ ̫ .ܸ ꒱ྀིა synopsis !!
wooyoung is known for his chaos. y/n is a quiet nursing student. he ends up at her placement hospital after an injury where she treats a minor injury, leading her to grow close to san and mingi. he watches from the sidelines, unsure why he wants to be included so desperately and seen by the one person who never tried to get to know him first.
a/n: omg im so sorry i just disappeared… uni kicked my ass the second i got back from the holidays
「genre」 : fake dating, friends to lovers, angst, eventual smut
「summary」 : after a cruel breakup with your boyfriend hwa, your friend wooyoung comes up with a perfect plan for you to get over him. fake dating. you need a date to prove to your ex you’ve moved on; wooyoung needs to convince people he’s capable of a real relationship. months of pretending turn into a feeling that you are no longer wanting to fake
「author's note」 : guys i love this concept! this is just a teaser but if you like it i can add you to the taglist, just let me know! i would also move some feedback <3 i am expecting it to be around 12k-15k words. teaser wc: 1.1k
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The table conversation turned more casual, talking about class and free time.
"You're teaching her to dance?" Hongjoong looked delighted. "I need to see this."
"Absolutely not," you said quickly. "I do not have any rhythm."
"She's better than she thinks," Wooyoung said, and there was genuine affection in his voice that made your heart skip. "She just needs confidence."
Seonghwa finally spoke up, his voice tight. "Since when do you dance, Wooyoung? I thought you said it was 'too much commitment' to take on dancing."
The table went quiet, tension suddenly thick in the air. Wooyoung didn't miss a beat. "I said organized dance was too much commitment. Dancing with my girlfriend is different." He looked at Seonghwa directly, his smile pleasant but his eyes hard. "It's not a commitment when you actually want to do it."
The implication hung there: unlike you, who made everything feel like an obligation. You saw Seonghwa's jaw clench, saw the flash of anger in his eyes.
"Okay!" San said brightly, clearly trying to diffuse the tension. "Who wants to split dessert?"
The conversation moved on, but all you could pay attention to was Wooyoung beside you, the protective way he angled his body toward yours, of the thumb still tracing patterns on your thigh. When you glanced at him, he leaned in close again.
"You okay?" he murmured, quiet enough that only you could hear.
You nodded, throat tight with an emotion you couldn't name.
"Good." His hand squeezed your thigh gently. "Because you're doing great. He can't stop looking at you, and you haven't looked at him once."
Right. This was the plan. Make Seonghwa see that you'd moved on. Prove you were happy. It was working exactly as intended.
So why did your chest ache when Wooyoung pulled away?
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Partway through dessert, you'd ended up sharing a chocolate lava cake with Wooyoung, feeding each other bites while your friends made exaggerated gagging noises. You excused yourself to the bathroom.
For some reason, Seonghwa left the table shortly after.
He appeared behind you in the hallway. He ran a hand through his hair, that nervous gesture you used to find endearing. Now it just made you tired. "I needed to talk to you. Alone."
"We don't have anything to talk about."
"Don't we?" He stepped closer, and you turned to face him. "You and Wooyoung? Really?"
"What about it?"
"Come on." Seonghwa's voice dropped, something pleading creeping in. "You know his reputation. He's going to hurt you."
The audacity of it stole your breath. "Like you hurt me?"
He flinched. "That's not… I made a mistake, okay? I know I did. But Wooyoung?. He's just going to use you and move on like he does with everyone else."
"You don't know anything about him." The words came out sharper than intended, defensive in a way that surprised you. "And even if you did, it's none of your business who I date."
"I still care about you."
"You lost the right to care about me when you cheated." Your voice was steady and cold. "And you definitely lost the right to have opinions about my relationship."
"I just don't want to see you get hurt again."
"Then you should have thought about that before you hurt me yourself."
Seonghwa looked like you'd slapped him. "That's not fair."
"No," you agreed. "It's not. But neither was what you did to me."
You looked down at his hand on your arm, then up at his face. Three months ago, this moment would have meant everything. The concern in his eyes, the attention, the clear jealousy beneath his words. You would have read into it, hoped it meant something, maybe even considered giving him another chance.
Now? You felt nothing but a distant pity.
"Let go of me," you said quietly.
He did, immediately, and you saw something like fear flash across his face.
You left him standing there, your heart pounding but your head clear. When you walked past him, Wooyoung was waiting at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall with casualness that didn't quite hide the tension in his shoulders.
"You okay?" he asked immediately. "I saw him follow you-"
"I'm fine." And you were. You were more than fine. "He just wanted to share his opinions about our relationship."
"And?"
"And I told him where he could shove those opinions." You smiled, genuine and a little fierce. "Can we go?"
Wooyoung's expression shifted into something proud, almost awed. "Yeah. Yeah, we can go." He held out his hand, and you took it without hesitation.
The group was disappointed but understanding when you announced you were leaving. San hugged you tight, whispering "I'm proud of you" in your ear in a way that made your throat tight. Hongjoong just grinned knowingly, like he could see right through you, but he didn't say anything.
Seonghwa returned to the table just as you were leaving, and you didn't miss the way his eyes tracked to your hand in Wooyoung's, to the easy way Wooyoung helped you into your jacket, to the casual kiss he pressed to your temple as you walked out.
The night air was cool and sharp, clearing the remaining tension from your shoulders. Wooyoung kept his arm around you all the way to the car, and when he opened your door, he paused.
"That was..." He seemed to be searching for words. "That went really well. Better than I expected."
"Yeah." You slid into the passenger seat. "It did."
The drive back to your place was quiet. Wooyoung's hand found yours across the center console, and you let yourself enjoy the warmth, the casual intimacy, the illusion of being wanted.
When he pulled up outside your building, neither of you moved to get out immediately.
"So," Wooyoung said finally. "First official appearance: success?"
"Definite success." You turned to look at him. "Thank you. For everything. For defending me, for being perfect, for-"
"Hey." He squeezed your hand. "That's what boyfriends do, right?"
Right. Boyfriends. Fake boyfriends.
"Right," you echoed.
There was a moment, a beat of hesitation - where you both just looked at each other. Wooyoung's eyes dropped to your lips, then back up, and your breath caught. Was he going to…
He leaned in, and your heart stopped. But instead of your lips, his mouth pressed against your forehead, soft and lingering.
"Goodnight," he murmured against your skin.
"Night," you managed, voice barely a whisper.
You practically floated up to your apartment, touching your forehead where his lips had been. This was fake. This was all fake.
wooyoung is known for his chaos. y/n is a quiet nursing student. he ends up at her placement hospital after an injury where she treats a minor injury, leading her to grow close to san and mingi. he watches from the sidelines, unsure why he wants to be included so desperately and seen by the one person who never tried to get to know him first.
swearing, joking threats, vape mention (no smoking though)
word count: 664
The sleepover had been planned, meticulously apparently.
Y/N knew because Yunho had not shut up about it, even threatening her that she just HAD to come. It’s not like she minded, the boy’s silliness made her feel a little lighter with all that had been going on recently. Regardless, the lightness she felt was definitely not preparation for whatever-the-fuck kind of shenanigans they were going to take part in.
Another thing that made her feel lighter was the blonde next to her. Wooyoung walked beside her, his hands in his pockets and his jacket on Y/N’s shoulders. He insisted he had not been cold, but anyone could see the way he slightly shivered at every breeze. Of course, Y/N had begged him to take the jacket back but he put on a pouty face until she reluctantly accepted it with her own frown.
The pair paused once they reached the dorms, Wooyoung’s face a mixture of excitement and a very small hint of awkwardness. “So… you’re staying over, right?”
Y/N hummed, patting the backpack she was carrying, “Yeah, Yunho and San wouldn’t let me say no.”
“That tracks.” Wooyoung laughed and pushed the door open.
Chaos was already very, very much in the making. San popped up first, a huge grin on his cat-like face, “YOU MADE IT!” He exclaimed as if he had not been the one who was threatening Y/N with kidnapping her cats if she didn’t show up. Behind him, Rei and Yunho were fighting over some sort of snack, Y/N couldn’t really make out what it was through their constant movements.
This carried on until Rei noticed Y/N, shoving Yunho gently to the side and waving, “Hey! You’re finally here!” Her greeting made Y/N relax, slipping her shoes off and dropping her bag at the door. Rei bounced over and pulled the girl into a hug before dragging her into the mess of the living room.
Wooyoung hovered at the door for a moment before being dragged by Yunho, whispering something about stopping Mingi before he gets to the kitchen stove. To be fair, Wooyoung didn’t want a house fire either.
Somehow, they all ended up on the floor, despite the spacious and comfortable couch behind them. Blankets were thrown around and Yunho was being used as a pillow for at least two people. Of course, he was very serious about his duty and puffed his chest out like a proud bird. Rei snagged a blanket and cuddled into Y/N’s side, Mingi using Rei’s lap as a pillow. Rei didn’t seem to mind but she did enjoy flicking his forehead whenever he said anything stupid (which was quite often…)
“If we do serious talks, I’ll be the emotional support!” Mingi suddenly announced, causing Rei to flick his forehead a little harder, “Gi, you cry at videos of chickens. You are not emotional support.” Yeosang coughed, trying to hide his chuckle and shook his head at their antics. He was a little off to the side, one of the few using Yunho as a pillow.
Jongho appeared briefly to steal a handful of snacks, which prompted San to try and jump onto the younger’s back. As they started their battle cries, Hongjoong’s ‘scary’ silhouette came into vision, “Inside voices.” Everyone was quiet almost immediately.
As the night continued on, they played multiple games, did grocery store runs, ordered takeout after Yunho failed to cook ramen. Everyone was exhausted by the time it was 2AM. Wooyoung managed to ‘coincidentally’ end up next to Y/N, and she coincidentally’ rested her head on his shoulder.
“This was nice.” Y/N whispered, to which Wooyoung hummed in response. He was absentmindedly playing with Y/N’s fingers as the girl started to fall asleep against him, Rei’s warmth on her other side and his lulling her into a deep sleep. Wooyoung was frozen solid the entire time, just holding her hand and hoping to God she was comfortable. He really could get used to her warmth against his.
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૮꒰ྀི .ܸ ̫ .ܸ ꒱ྀིა synopsis !!
wooyoung is known for his chaos. y/n is a quiet nursing student. he ends up at her placement hospital after an injury where she treats a minor injury, leading her to grow close to san and mingi. he watches from the sidelines, unsure why he wants to be included so desperately and seen by the one person who never tried to get to know him first.
a/n: guys im crashing out i wrote this THREE TIMES. THREE. because whenever i tried to copy the full thing i accidentally deleted it and couldn’t get it back i wanna cry 😭😭😭😭😭
wooyoung is known for his chaos. y/n is a quiet nursing student. he ends up at her placement hospital after an injury where she treats a minor injury, leading her to grow close to san and mingi. he watches from the sidelines, unsure why he wants to be included so desperately and seen by the one person who never tried to get to know him first.
my bad for the delayed between shifts chapters… i have sm planned but i’m packing to return to denmark so it’s super busy 💔💔💔💔 i wanted to post one every day
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