Adore U
since I’ve been inactive for so long, I’m not really getting many requests, so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands!! I’m going to do a series of imagines based on the title tracks (+ Getting Closer and Hit to make it 13)!! I hope you enjoy, and send me some requests!! also just to let you know I’ve already decided who will be each song lmao so like I mean requests unrelated to this series
“So what I mean is I want to know all of you.”
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There was something that Wonwoo found so absolutely enchanting about you. Maybe it was that bright spark in your eyes whenever you began to talk about something that you were passionate about—small, but so glaringly obvious to someone who knew to look for it—or maybe it was the way that you combed your fingers through your hair again and again in a fruitless attempt to get it out of your face when you were trying to focus. Maybe it was the unabashed way that you laughed when there was no one but the two of you around or maybe it was the open and honest way that you spoke your mind. Maybe it was any combination of those things or some factors that Wonwoo hadn’t even considered. He didn’t know what it was. All he knew was that he wanted to know.
You’d been friends for a while already, but still, it seemed that there was something new that he discovered about you each time that you were together. He’d be perfectly content to just sit and talk with you for hours, so when you texted him and asked if he had some free time in the afternoon, his response was an enthusiastic ‘yes’ (though, of course, he was mindful of sounding too enthusiastic, so the text that you actually received was a carefully worded “Yeah, sure”). When you followed up by asking to meet at a nearby cafe, Wonwoo thought that the stars must have just aligned in his favor. It was simple, and it was a perfect chance to just talk and focus on each other.
A perfect chance to confess, he couldn’t help but to think, color rising in his cheeks alongside the thought. Confess. Just that one word sounded so daunting. Out of all the things that he’d talked about with you, your feelings for each other had yet to come up. Maybe that was for the best, though, he thought; he liked what the two of you had and he wouldn’t want to jeopardize that relationship.
Even so, the thought lingered. Would your eyes light up that same way if he told you how he felt? Would he get to hear even more of that addictive laugh of yours? His heart raced at the idea of it.
A sudden thunk to the side of his head broke him from his thoughts. He raised a hand to cover the site of the attack and looked around, blinking quickly in surprise, only to be met by Jeonghan with a sour expression on his face and a hand on his hip that looked suspiciously guilty of some thunking.
“Hey, Wonwoo,” nagged the elder. “Are you even listening to me?”
“No,” he replied honestly, and in the face of his bluntness, it was all that Jeonghan could do to stare incredulously. “What did you say?”
“I asked if you wanted to get lunch later,” Jeonghan repeated, exasperated. “Seriously, can you just, like, turn your hearing on and off at will?”
Ignoring the latter half of the statement, Wonwoo shook his head. “No, I’ve got plans.” While he tried to keep his expression neutral, he couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from shifting ever so slightly upwards, and that miniscule movement was all that it took for Jeonghan to catch onto the unspoken details.
“Ah,” he hummed knowingly, sly smirk forming. “Are those plans with ______, by any chance?”
“I wonder…” Wonwoo tried to tease back, but the full fledged smile that had now broken out on his face betrayed the truth of the matter.
Earlier irritation nowhere to be found, Jeonghan sighed, slinging an arm around Wonwoo’s shoulders. “And here I was so worried about you!” He lamented jokingly. “You were so quiet, I thought something was bothering you, but I see now it’s just the work of love.”
“Hey, who said anything about love?” Wonwoo shrugged him off.
Jeonghan scoffed. “When you’ve got that big smile and that dazed look, who needs to say anything?”
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Confession. Love. Confession. Love. Confession. Love.
Those two words looped incessantly in Wonwoo’s head for the rest of the day. The entire time that he spent deciding exactly which way to comb his hair, exactly which color to wear, whether he wanted to wear glasses or not, he couldn’t shake the thought. If his feelings were that obvious to Jeonghan, then they were probably even more so to you, weren’t they? He felt his face flush once again at the thought of it. It was so unlike him to get so flustered, but there was something about you that just had a way of jumbling his thoughts.
If he was already so excitable just thinking about seeing you, how would he act when he was actually in front of you?
The answer was ‘just as absent mindedly’.
After hours of cycling through outfits and (failed) attempts to get the others’ opinions on how he looked without revealing the reason why, the time finally came to meet you. It felt almost as though he spent just as long standing outside the cafe checking his reflection and trying to push down all thoughts of romance (You’re just friends, he repeated in his mind like a mantra. You’re just there to drink coffee and talk like normal). When he finally pushed the door open and entered, though, all of the effort that had gone into maintaining his composure was immediately out the window.
He had hoped that he would show up before you. He had the image perfectly painted in his head; he’d show up first and find a spot, and he’d order both of your drinks before you arrived. Then when you walked in and saw him, he’d be able to greet you coolly.
That wasn’t the way that it really played out, though.
Instead, he was surprised to find that you had beat him there, already settled at a table along the wall, a comfortable distance away from the other guests. You scrolled through your phone while you waited, but at the light tinkling of a bell as the door opened, you looked up to meet Wonwoo’s gaze. The moment that you did, your face lit up with a bright smile, and all of Wonwoo’s efforts went out the window. God, you were gorgeous.
He returned your smile as soon as his brain was able to catch up with his racing heart, making his way over to sit down with you. He almost might’ve managed to salvage the nonchalant image that he strove so hard for if he hadn’t tripped as he slid into his seat.
“Graceful,” you laughed as he regained his balance.
His cool guy aesthetic was lost, but he still tried to recover what he could, joking back, “Impressive, right? I’ve got a whole routine in the works, but I thought I’d just give you a sneak peak.”
“Oh, very impressive,” you agreed in mock earnesty. “To what do I owe the honor of getting such an exclusive preview?”
“I guess I just like you that much,” Wonwoo returned, not realizing just how his words sounded until they were already out of his mouth.
When your response indicated that you didn’t take them that way, he couldn’t be more thankful. Thinking about confessing was one thing; actually doing it was an entirely separate matter.
“I’m flattered,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee. “Anyway, how have you been? I feel like it’s been a while since we saw each other.”
Too long, Wonwoo wanted to agree, but instead replied, “I’ve been good. There’s nothing too exciting going on for me, so I’ve been able to rest a lot. What about you?”
“I’ve had a lot on my mind,” you replied, eyes down on your drink. There was a hint of something in your eyes that didn’t quite match their usual sparkle, but it was gone quickly enough as you tried to brush it off. “It’s nothing to worry about, though. I’ll live.”
“What’s wrong?” Wonwoo asked, concerned by the uncharacteristic avoidance. “You can always tell me what you’re thinking. I’ll listen.”
You attempted to wave his concern away, but he didn’t fail to notice that your smile seemed a bit heavier and your cheeks, a bit redder. “It’s no big deal, really,” you insisted. “I don’t want to get all heavy and serious on you.”
“I don’t mind,” Wonwoo insisted just as adamantly, and against his better judgement, he added, “I always get to see you smiling and laughing, but I want to see that side of you, too.”
“...You want to see me get all heavy and serious?”
“No, no, it’s not that I want you to feel like that,” he quickly corrected. “I just want you to be able to share it with me when you do. I mean… I want to know all about you. I really like seeing you smile and talk about the things that make you happy, but I’m sure I’d like the serious side of you just as much. I just want to know all of you.”
You were silent for a few moments as the red in your cheeks deepened, and Wonwoo wondered if he went too far.
“Wonwoo…” you spoke softly, eyes not quite meeting his—already a side of you that he wasn’t so familiar with. “That almost sounded like a confession.”
So he did go too far.
He mimicked your earlier silence before he finally decided on what to say.
“That’s because it was.”
He didn’t know how a confession would go over, but he was never one to hide the truth when he was in such a natural place for it to come out. Besides, how could he tell you to be honest and share with him if he couldn’t do the same for you?
You raised a hand to your mouth, but even that wasn’t enough to conceal the broad smile spreading across your face. “I can’t believe it…”
“That’s not a very promising response,” Wonwoo attempted to joke, trying to bury his growing insecurity at your ambiguous answer. He’d been brave for as long as it took to say those words, but now that they were out in the world, they were a fair bit more embarrassing.
“It’s not that!” You said quickly, sounding not at all unlike Wonwoo’s own clarification. “It’s just… what if I told you… that what was on my mind was trying to figure out how to tell you how comfortable I feel talking to you, or how excited I get to see you, or just… that I like you?”
He suddenly understood what you meant by not being able to believe it. Hearing those words from you that he had been contemplating himself for so long felt like a dream, like something out of a fairy tale. All of the goofy smiles and absent mindedness were worth it, he thought, if it meant that he got to hear words like that from you. Of course, he’d love to talk to you about anything and everything, but those words, he decided, were his favorite that you had said to him so far.
“...I’d say that we have a lot more to talk about.”
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sorry if that was a bit rough lmao I’m hella out of practice T-T but that’s why I’m here :’) also another weird thing was that like I do most of my writing in present tense these days, but that just sounded so awkward with the second person so I had to go back to good ol past tense so sorry if there are any tense switches r.i.p old habits die hard
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