edit: hi so it's been a couple years and I've realised how genuinely arophobic this kind of au is and I just want to say that while I'm not deleting it (it was a request) I'm not supporting it and will not write anything like a hanahaki au again. Please do some research if you're confused and I apologize to those who mightve felt hurt reading this oneshot.
"I don't understand why you haven't just told him?"
"Well it's not like me telling him will make anything stop. And there's the potential that I'll lose him completely if I tell him. It's not that simple."
"It can be! You tell Mingi you love him and then he can accept that love you back and you stop coughing up fucking flower petals."
"San!" She whined, lifting her head from its resting place on the toilet seat. "I can't force him to love me back! Besides he already has a girlfriend. I'll get over it sooner or later."
"Is later is when you die choking up a whole bunch of flowers?"
"I'm not going to die!"
"You threw up a whole flower just three minutes ago! You're getting worse! I know you." San paused, gently petting her head. "I know how much you let yourself fall into your feelings. You're sensitive, Jiyeon, you always have been. It's not going away."
"I'll make it go away." She whispered, biting her lip and avoiding his gaze. San simply huffed, pulling you into his chest and just held her for a while, rubbing circles into her back.
Choi Jiyeon was many different things to Choi San but the main fact was that she was his cousin. His only cousin. His father was her father's brother and the two only children became as close as siblings due to the fact they shared the same house.
Jiyeon and San were the same age, born a month apart because their mothers planned it. They grew up in a big house with a big garden. They had loving, caring parents and an extremely fortunate wealth and upbringing.
They went to a public school, making plenty of their own friends but somehow they always managed to converge groups to make one big friend group. And, in that friend group just happened to be Song Mingi.
Now, Jiyeon would have to admit, Mingi was, in fact, San's friend first. However, soon after meeting Jiyeon and Mingi were quick to become best friends. Jiyeon would be lying if she didn't say that, besides San, Mingi knew her best. Mingi was the first to tell her everything, the first to include her in events and jokes. He told her everything and in turn, she'd tell him everything too.
Well, except for one small thing.
Choi Jiyeon was completely in love with Song Mingi. And he didn't love her back.
Jiyeon never used to believe in the Hanahaki Disease until the petals started making their way down her throat. She thought it was a myth grandmother would tell to wain children off of loving recklessly. Her own grandmother would tell Jiyeon stories of the girls she used to know. Of how the would give their heart to anyone who'd take it and in return were given flowers. Only when she was a little older did her grandmother tell her that the gifted flowers were actually a curse in the body. Flowers that would come from nowhere and choke one out until one found themselves throwing the petals up. Jiyeon had never taken her grandmother seriously.
Maybe she should have.
She hadn't even noticed she had begun to love Mingi when the first petal arrived. She had been asleep when it did and woke up to a petal laying on her tongue. Having gone to a house party the night before, getting quite drunk by the amount of pain her head was in, she took no notice. She had, unfortunately, woken up with worse things in her mouth before.
The first time she actually threw up a petal, she and San were having their annual weekend movie marathon. In the middle of the fourth film — Star Wars: A New Hope — Jiyeon suddenly hunched over, grabbing both her throat and her tummy. After what felt like hours to her, which in reality was only five minutes of San freaking out behind her, she finally coughed up the petals that had bloomed in her tummy. Both Choi's sat in silence when she had finished, simply staring at the white petals that were stained red. Jiyeon only realised they were stained red with blood after San had handed her a napkin to wipe her mouth and it too came away red.
"What was that?" San asked, both of them now slumped on the floor on their knees, the television in the background now being nothing more than white noise.
"I don't really know."
"How can you not know?"
"Well, it's never happened before!"
After a beat of silence, San spoke up once again, his voice only hairs above a whisper. "It's like that old story grandma used to tell us, don't you think?"
"The story about the women who would die throwing up flowers when the person they loved never loved them back?"
"Yeah."
"That was an old wives tale San! A myth! A story to teach children to be mindful of who they give their heart to."
"Well, how else do you explain what just happened to you?"
His question had her stumped. How could she explain what just happened? The feeling of something unnatural climbing up her oesophagus, catching in her throat and choking her until she coughed it out covered in blood was not something that could be explained away or turned a blind eye too. There was blood. Bloody flower petals. That came from inside of her. And it hurt. It hurt so much.
"But that tale was about someone who loved another who couldn't love them back. I'm not in love with anyone, San." She avoided his gaze. "It's probably something I ate that didn't agree with me. That's all." She dismissed.
San sighed and she heard it. He sighed because Jiyeon had never been about to lie to him — or to anyone for that matter.
"Ji..." San trailed off. "You can tell me."
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"Is it one of our friends?"
"Is what one of our friends?" Jiyeon feigned ignorance, still not looking up to match her cousin's gaze.
"The person you love," San whispered, manoeuvring from kneeling to sitting, shifting slightly closer to the girl.
"Who says I love anyone?" Jiyeon whispered, finally turning her head to face San.
"Because I think we both already know who you love." San smiled sadly, gently bringing the girl into his arms. He rocked them back and forth gently, trying to create an atmosphere in which Jiyeon felt safe enough to speak her truths.
She rested her head against her cousin's collar. "Are you mad at me?"
San shook his head, even though she couldn't see him. "No. Why would I be?"
"Because..." She looked up, "Mingi's your best friend."
San chuckled. "You can't even lie to yourself. Mingi's your best friend. Sure, he's my good friend but you know things about him he'd never think to tell me." His smile widened a little, lifting a hand to ruffle her hair.
Jiyeon sighed, closing her eyes. "Okay. Maybe I'm in love with Mingi."
"Maybe?"
"I don't know!"
"Jiyeon."
"It's not like it matters anyway. He won't love me back that's why I'm throwing up petals or something." Jiyeon's eyes flew back open.
"Grandma always said didn't... not wouldn't or couldn't." San reminded her gently. "There's still a chance. You just have to tell him."
Jiyeon sighed, her head thumping back into his chest. "Fine." She breathed out, her throat finally numbing. "I'll tell him next time I see him."
The conversation the two had the next time Jiyeon saw Mingi however, was not the conversation she had in mind. He had grabbed her in the middle of the hallway, minutes before the bell for the first period, his handsome face graced with the bright grin only Mingi could create. It sent a flutter of butterflies through her tummy. Before she could get a word in he had already told her his news. The smile on her face had frozen, to the point where she began to panic he's see through the fake happiness she exuded.
"Haneul said yes! She said she'd be my girlfriend!"
Panic froze Jiyeon to her spot. How could she forget about Haneul? The pretty girl Mingi had the biggest crush on. He had spent hours telling Jiyeon all about her. How kind she was. How pretty she was. The way her voice sounded when she spoke to him — "like bells... or the sound of a thousand angels humming!" — and about the way she spoke to him. He told her about how Haneul was smart, how she helped him with all the things he struggled with academically — as if the study sessions he spent with Jiyeon did nothing for him.
Jiyeon had always felt funny when he would talk about Haneul. She hadn't realised the feeling was jealousy until she stopped telling herself she didn't love him.
Haneul was perfect for him; just the right height, just the right build, just the right personality. How could Jiyeon ever be seen as more than just his best friend when someone like Haneul was interested in him?
"That's great! I'm proud of you!" The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them. The way his grin beamed brighter tore a rip through her heart and something built up in the pit of her stomach. The bell rang a second later and the two made their separate ways for their first lessons.
Jiyeon couldn't concentrate that entire day. Not many people seemed to notice her out-of-it daze apart from San, who looked at her with silent worry as their group sat together at lunch. Haneul has joined them, sitting close to Mingi's right side, answering the questions their friends had for her with a sweet smile.
Why was there nothing wrong with her?
Jiyeon couldn't blame her though. It wasn't Haneul's fault Jiyeon had fallen in love with her best friend. It wasn't Haneul's fault Jiyeon's body had decided it would take out its heartbreak on her, breaking her down piece by piece until her insides crumbled into torn up petals.
That had been sixth months ago.
Sixth months strong were Haneul and Mingi.
Jiyeon thought that it would get better. That the ache in her chest would dissipate now that Mingi was in fact taken by one of the sweetest people Jiyeon had ever met.
“Why don’t you, you know, date someone? Get your feelings under your own control.” San has said one day during a particularly harsh day, your entire bathroom floor covered in blue petals and sickly red blood after a couple hours of coughing and spluttering. You had given him an exhausted glare.
“It wouldn’t be fair to the other person. How would I explain this? ‘Oh, sorry about the mess! My body is just displaying its heartache outwardly because I love someone, who’s not you, by the way, that doesn’t love me back.’ Yeah, that’d go down a treat.”
San rolled his eyes at her, letting go of the hair he had held out of her face. “I’m just saying. It might be a way to get over it. To get over him. To get your health back?” He pressed gently. It didn’t take much to know that San was worried. Jiyeon had lost a noticeable amount of weight, not being able to keep much of anything down — especially after being around Mingi. She had become quiet, one might say reserved, which was unlike the person she was a couple of years ago who was never without a smile or a laugh.
She felt defeated. “I don’t want anyone else to feel like this. It hurts, so much,” She swallowed. “Every time I throw up those flowers it feels like my heart is being smashed with a steel hammer. Or as if it was made out of paper and each petal was just another rip in the fragility of a water soaked piece of paper. It’s dark. It’s a disgusting feeling and I never want anyone to feel it, ever.”
San’s head cocked to the side, his eyes dropping with worry. “You’re dying, Ji,” He whispered. He took one of her hands in his. “Just try it. Please.” He begged.
Jiyeon bit her lip. It would be too arrogant to assume someone would fall in love with her so easily, wouldn’t it? She could let herself be involved with someone else, couldn’t she? She could get over the dark could that surround her heart, right? She nodded, “Alright.”
So San sent her on a date. Ironically enough, another of their friends, Jeong Yunho, had been interested in Jiyeon for a little while. When San has brought up his little conundrum — “I need someone to set Jiyeon up with but every one I can come up with are all dicks” — Yunho has jumped (literally) at the opportunity.
The date was fun. It was exciting. They had met at a restaurant, exchanging shy smiles and small hellos before ditching the restaurant — it was only San who made the reservation anyway — and spent the night just together, deciding on what to do by playing small games of rock-paper-scissors. Jiyeon found herself smiling, laughing for the first time in a long time. She had temporarily forgotten all about Mingi and the pain that would wrack her body almost every other night. They went to an arcade, playing on different games for a few hours, playing around with one another and cumulating enough tickets to get two matching teddy bears. They took a walk through a park, stopping to play on the playground apparatus and unlocking their inner children with small games like who could get the highest on the swings or who could stay upright the longest on the merry-go-round. They found themselves sitting in a booth at McDonald’s, grinning and sharing embarrassing stories about themselves and their friends — mainly San — while sharing two big boxes of chicken nuggets.
Jiyeon felt guilty when she got home, saying goodnight to Yunho and finding herself texting Mingi all about it. She felt guilty when she realised why she was so adamant for Mingi to know. She wanted him to feel jealous. And she felt horrible when he simply congratulated her and offered to go on double dates in the future, her bedroom floor covered in a smattering of red petals after she broke down in tears.
Yunho was kind. His smile was sweet and his words were sweeter. They went on multiple dates and Jiyeon could feel herself getting lighter. The petal attacks slowed down but, they still happened.
Yunho was kind but Jiyeon was scared. On their last date, he walked her home, their hands laced together as they walked under the stars in the night sky. Jiyeon had told him early on in their relationship that she was sorry they had to go slow. She hadn’t given him a solid reason for her need to go slow and he hadn’t pushed her for an answer, but she knew deep down she’d always be scared to take the next step with him, or anyone for that matter. At her door — one that was unlocked because San just knew she’d forget her keys — Yunho had taken her face in his hands and kissed her. Truth be told, she had enjoyed it. His lips were soft and he bent down enough to brush her lips before straightening up slightly, causing Jiyeon to follow him to a height her tippy toes would allow. However, when she opened her eyes the face of her unrequited lover stared back at her and her smile dropped.
Blinking away the image of Mingi’s face she was greeted with the worried eyes of Yunho. “I’m sorry if that was too fast.” He whispered, eyes dropping to the floor. A familiar feeling twanged across her body as her heart sunk, once again, in guilt.
“You have to go.” Her voice was low. She could feel the familiar sensation arise in the back of her throat and she, under no circumstances, never wanted Yunho — happy, kind, sweet, loving Yunho — too see her like that.
He stuttered and she felt worse. “I- I'm sorry. Just give me another date. I don’t want to stop seeing you.” He cupped her face again, tilting her head up so their gazes could meet.
She needed him to leave.
“You have to go.” She repeated, gently stepping out of his hold. She went to speak again but her words were caught in her throat as she coughed harshly. When she pulled her hand away from her lips, looking between Yunho and the bloody white petal in her hand, tears had already sprung to her eyes. She didn’t give him any explanation before turning on her heel, barrelling through the door to find the nearest bathroom.
She could hear him chasing after her, the sinking feeling of guilt consuming her for how much he cared for someone who was caught up with a boy who couldn’t love her back. She retched into the bowl of the toilet, multicoloured petals falling from her lips in encased in the sickening sound of blood being spat from her mouth.
Yunho was kind. He bent down next to her and held her hair from her face. He rubbed circles into her back, his soft voice falling into a quiet song. When Jiyeon had finished her attack her body wracked itself in sobs instead. She felt horrible inside and out.
“I’m so sorry.” She wailed.
He didn’t respond, stopping his soft singing.
“It hurts so much!” She sobbed, not lifting her head to face him. “I am truly sorry.”
After a while, her sobs lessened and the two sat in silence.
“You don’t have to be sorry.” Yunho finally replied, tilting her head to face him again. “I’m sorry you have to go through this,” He whispered. He raised a thumb and wiped at the side of her mouth, watching as the blood there transferred from her lips to his thumb. “I’m sorry you think you’re going through it alone.”
She looked at him, concentrating. Then, her insides froze again. Her tear ducts overflowed again once she realised just what he was talking about. Her one wish had been destroyed. Someone else was feeling what it felt like to be broken. And it was her fault.
She feared she wouldn’t be able to love anyone other than Mingi. She feared that Yunho loving her would kill him inside as loving Mingi did to her.
But in the end, Choi Jiyeon loved Song Mingi, even though they were young, even though he was taken, even though he was just her best friend.
She’d die loving Song Mingi, and in the end, she did.
You would have to admit, your cooking skills were average at best. However your boyfriend, Yunho, had to be worse. The two of you had had the absolutely brilliant idea that you would cook yourselves a special meal. A meal of tagliatelle and homemade meatballs. Simple enough, right?
No.
Turns out you had nothing but the pasta needed for the dish. However, being the ever independent and quick witted person you were, you decided to make a quick trip to the super market, telling Yunho he could start the pasta if he wanted to. You didn’t think you’d be gone long.
You were gone long than you thought you’d be. Having bumped into a friend you hadn’t seen in a long time, you lost track of time in the super market. For a while the two of you caught up as when you got on to the topic of significant others, you suddenly remembered your own boyfriend, who had no kitchen skills, cooking in the kitchen.
When you got home there was no smoke and no alarms, much to your relief. Although the sense of relief was a good feeling, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at a flustered Yunho standing in the kitchen, adorned in an apron and looking at the biggest pot you owned and the pasta seemed to overflow over the top.
“How much did you put in!” You stuttered through a laugh, coming to Yunho’s side and turning down the heat.
“Did I overestimated the amount of pasta?” He asked, a grin forming his face, his eye sparkling with mischief.
“Just a little.” You winked.
“Do I care? No!” He laughed and bent down to set a gentle kiss on your lips.
“It’s a pasta party!” He cheered and soon the two of you were dancing around, making meatballs and stealing kisses. It was a successful day after all.
Hi I just wanted to ask you to make a prompt, can you make a funny one with “help me you dick!” With Kim Hongjoong?? Thank you have a nice day/evening 💕💕💕
[15:52] [F]
hi 👉🏻👈🏻 i hope you like it and i’m sorry it’s so short and took so long. i though it was cute and fun so i hope it’s okay!
When the day started, you hadn’t expected to get involved in a water gun war. You had roped your best friend, Hongjoong, into finally washing your car. The day was nice, the sun was shining, there was a slight breeze but it wasn’t harsh enough to make it cold.
You could tell that Hongjoong hadn’t particularly wanted to help you wash your car, in all honesty who does enjoy the thought of washing their car? However, as the day carried on you had to admit that the two of you were having a fun time.
You wouldn’t consider yourself soaked, just a little damp, spots on your shirt darkened from where water had hit it.
“I think… that does it!” Hongjoong exclaimed, a large grin on his lips as he hosed down your car for the last time.
“Thanks Joongie, for helpi-“ Your words were cut off by the screech that came from your lips as cold water hit your back.
From behind you came several loud laughs and as soon as you whirled around you were attacked with more water.
“Hey!” You shouted, trying to stop the sprays of water — failing — and opening your eyes too see the other seven boys lined up with huge ass water guns in their hands. Your eyes widened but before you could say anything all seven guns were trained on you. You squealed and — without much of a thought — bent down and started throwing the sponges you used on the car at them, laughing loudly when one sponge hit Wooyoung in the face.
Looking back at Hongjoong you found him just standing there, hose in hand but doing nothing with it. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open as he shallowly laughed at you.
“Help me you dick!” You whined, scooping a handful of water and throwing it at him — not that any of it hit him from his place at the other side of the car. Soon enough Hongjoong turned the hose into the boys while you ran to his side for protection. It was such a fun way to end the day but you didn’t want to be the one to clean the floors inside as nine soaking wet people trailed through the house.
Can i request a prompt with Seonghwa with “i dare u” and “wanna bet”?
[12:29] [S]
i would like to apologise again for how long these took. i changed one of the prompts slightly, hope you like it. s for suggestive, also library sex is like a no go kids be aware of your surroundings! uhh does this count as a badboy!au? (female reader)
So, library’s were fun. Quiet, tranquil, calming. Also, fucking boring. You were currently sat at a table, text books spread out in front of you. You had read the same paragraph at least ten times for your mind was somewhere else entirely.
Park Seonghwa.
He sat opposite you, fingers flicking through the same two pages as he stared at you with a smirk on his lips. If it were anyone else you might feel a little creeped out but this was Seonghwa.
Your maybe boyfriend.
You hadn’t got an official announcement or anything from him but you were the only one he kissed, the only one he actually made an effort to go to the library for. And he was the only one who made your heart race. That and the sex was great.
“Stop.” You whispered, lifting a leg to cross over the other, eyes flickering back and forth from your text book to his smug face.
“Stop what baby girl?” His reply came with a breathy chuckle.
“Looking at me like that.”
“Like what? I’m just looking at you.”
“Like that!” Your voice raises a little and you snapped your mouth closed and looked around quickly, not wanting to disturb anyone else in the library.
They way he was looking at you though, like he wanted to take you right then and there on the table in the middle of the library where anyone could see, did in fact create a familiar feeling knot in the pit of your tummy. It would be inappropriate though, right?
Seonghwa’s lips twisted back into a smirking grin, sticking his tongue out and licking his lips.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about baby.” He lent back in his chair, moving his feet towards your legs under the table, the laces of his boot rubbing against the skin of your bare calf and sending shivers down your spine.
You bit your lip and shifted slightly, not taking your eyes from your text book. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to you. “I bet you don’t.”
Needing to get away from his heated stare and calm your racing heart down, you decided that you needed a different text book to read and stood from you chair, wordlessly making your way to the back of the library where the textbooks were.
You should have guessed he’d follow.
As soon as your finger tips brushed against the spine of a book you felt hands on your hips, pulling you backwards into a chest. He said nothing, placing kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You couldn’t help it when your eyelids fluttered closed, relaxing into his hold on you. He pushed the two of you forward a little until you were sandwiched between the bookcase and his body. You could feel his arousal pushing against your lower back. Your hands, with a mind of their own, reached up behind you to lace into his hair, a small gasp leaving your lips as one of his kisses turned into a bite on your neck.
“Seonghwa…” You breathed, chest heavy. “We’re in a library.”
“Aren’t you observant.” You felt his lips twist into a grin against your skin. He then turned you in his hold, your back hitting the bookcase and his hand gripping one of your legs to hook around his hips. He swooped down and finally kissed your lips, passion and lust filing both of you. Your hands fell to his shoulders, gripping the material of his leather jacket tightly as he lifted you up slightly to fit better against your body. “Do I dare continue? Ravish you right here where anyone could come find us at any time.” His voice was low and another set of tingles were sent through your body. Your mind was made up.
“I promise”, san, 4:21 pm ps. i love your works & you 🙈
[16:21] [F]
i would like to apologise again for how long these took. i hope you like it. ps i love you too. pps can you tell i just had a stranger things marathon???
Your boyfriend, San, was older than you. Not by much, only a year or two. You had never minded because it wasn’t something you cared about. You liked San for who he was not for his age. However, now that he had graduated you missed his presence at school.
You wouldn’t say you were lonely — especially since you were walking to your locker with two of your friends, smiling at them as they chatted away to each other — but you felt lonely. San was a constant in your life, in school and out, and you just felt a little weird now that he was gone.
At your locker, the three of you stopped so you could switch out your books (from mathematics to history) and the suddenly you were grabbed by the waist and spun around once. A small screech left your lips as your feet left the floor and your hands cane down to grip the arms around your waist.
Once you were back on the floor you whirled around, eyes immediately connecting with San’s as a smile grew on your lips.
“What are you doing here?!” You exclaimed with a giggle, your body pressed against his comfortably.
“I missed you.” He simply shrugged, leaning down and pulling you into a loving kiss. Your hands reached up and wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back, squealing once again as he picked you up again, never breaking the kiss.
Breaking away for air you beamed up at him. “You missed me?”
“Oh yeah. My life is nothing without you.” He grinned back, leaning against the lockers.
“Be serious!” Your face scrunched up and you playfully slapped his chest.
“I am serious! I promise I am!” San laughed, taking a hold of your hand on his chest. He opened his mouth to say something more but he was cut off by the bell. You looked back at your friends for a second before turning back to San, biting your lip.
“I have to go.” You whispered, not moving.
“Yeah.” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”
wooyoungie, "you're my favourite scent", 1:37 am thankyou❤️
[01:37] [F]
i would like to apologise again for how long these took. i hope you like it.
The funny thing about being overly tired is that you can’t make yourself sleep. Which sucks. You turned onto your back, flipping the bed covers off of your body as you made a face at the ceiling. In the dark. After repositioning your legs in every way possible you twisted, yet again, onto your front. Grabbing your phone, squinting because the brightness of the screen nearly blinded you, you saw you had a text from your roommate, Wooyoung.
Woo✨: please tell me you can’t sleep too
SENT: 01:35
He sent it only a few minutes ago meaning he should still be awake, right?
Y/N🥰: you got me
SENT: 01:37
Y/N🥰: wanna cuddle? i have pringles
SENT: 01:38
Woo✨: omw
SENT: 01:38
Woo✨: for the pringles 😝
SENT: 01:38
You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips as you let your phone drop from your hands and on to your chest. You stretched up to flick you lamp on to its lowest setting and then, Wooyoung was in your room.
“Hey,” He grinned, waddling into your room wrapped up in his duvet. You made a face.
“Hi, Duvet Man. You do know I own a duvet right?”
He simply shrugged. “I was warm and comfy.” Soon he arrived at the edge of your bed and before you could open your moth to tell him not to, he dived on top of you opening his duvet so his body landed right on top of yours. You suppressed a groan as he wrapped the two of you in his covers, turning you onto you back and planting his face in your neck. You just happened to be wearing one of his old shirts and pyjama shorts. You got comfy and entwined your legs with his, your bare feet playing with his sock covered ones subconsciously.
“God, you’re my favourite scent.” Wooyoung murmured into your neck after he had breathed in. “And you’re wearing my shirt.”
You giggled and stretched up to switch off your lamp, plunging the two of you back into darkness. “I thought you only came for the pringles?”
With a kiss to your collarbone Wooyoung simply sighed, eyes closing. Sleep came sooner than you thought it would.
Heey honey!! Omg congrats with 100 followers! You deserve so much more though! I hope you have/ had a great day. I hope the request are still open because I would like "I dare you" + "Wanna bet?" around 1 am with Yunho. Thank you X @teddybear 🌱🌸
[01:00] [F+S]
sorry this took the actual longest to get to! i spent a whole ass hour trying to decide if i wanted to so smutty smut or just suggestive so i hope this is sufficient! S for Suggestive.
Staying up till the early hours of the morning was something you were used to. Especially when your best friend, Yunho, came over to initiate movie marathons – usually always his pick and you would stop half way through to eat and change the film series because he got bored. You never minded in fact it was something you looked forward to most weekends. It became sort of a tradition, of sorts.
Until it stopped. You were upset, understandably, that he just stopped coming. Yunho never said anything about it so when you saw him during the week you never mentioned it either. It still hurt though.
It was a Saturday night when a knock at the door startled you from your daze – the film you weren’t actually watching had began again after you neglected it for so long. You wondered to your front door, muttering to yourself about who it could be: it was one in the morning!
As you opened the door you were met with the face of your best friend. One hand in the back pocket of his jeans and the other holding a pizza box. You tried not to let the flurry of butterflies that erupted in your tummy show on your face.
“Yunho? What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning.”
He was silent for a few seconds, swaying back on his feet like he was uncomfortable.
“It’s a tradition.” He mumbled, looking up at you though his head was bowed. You stepped to the side slightly motioning for him to come inside and away from the cold – mainly because you were feeling the chill on your bare legs and wanted to retreat back to the warmth of your blankets. You took a second to calm down and consider coherent thoughts. You didn’t really want to deal with an argument right now, also it might wake the neighbours. As you turned you plucked to pizza box from his hands and made your way back to your little nest, shouting over your shoulder.
“What are you just standing there for?” You lasted almost fifteen minutes before your curious (and hurt) heart got the best of you. “Why’d you stop?” You blurted out.
The look of shock on Yunho’s face was… disorienting. You hadn’t really seen him with that facial expression before.
“Stop what?”
You frowned a little and bit the inside of your cheek.
“Why did you come now? You haven’t for a month.”
You were met with silence.
“Did I… Did I do something?”
“No!” His reply was instantaneous, loud, and it was your turn to hold the shocked expression. “No.” He said softer, coming over to crouch down in front of you. “No I did something.”
“Something bad?”
“No.” This time he chuckled. “This would never be bad.”
“Then why won’t you tell me?”
He took a minute to reply, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your face.
“It might ruin things.”
“Wanna bet?” You almost spat back, controlling your volume to a suitable rate. “You could never ruin anything. You’re my best friend.” Simply saying those words sent shards of glass through your heart. “You can tell me anything.”
“That’s the problem.” He whispered, bowing his head and dropping his hands. “I’m only your best friend.”
Your mind spun as the words finally clicked. “Yunho.” You started, bringing his head up with your hands on his cheeks. “Do you like me?” You bit your lip as your voice cracked, even if it was a whisper the emotion was far to deep. He nodded, as if he was ashamed.
“I’m sorry i avoided you so much. I thought… I thought i was going insane and the when i realised that i did in fact love you i couldn’t help but feel like all i’d so was loose you. Especially if i couldn’t help but kiss you and you told me to get out of your life forever and then-“ You cut him off, placing a hand over his lips. Your eyes were wide and your jaw had dropped. You honestly kinda stopped listening after you heard him say he loved you.
“I love you too.”
It seemed like the two of your were under a trance, just staring into each other’s eyes, searching for any sign of a lie; of hesitation.
“Kiss me.” You said, the words just above not being there, traveling over your breath on a journey to Yunho’s ear. He didn’t react. “I dare you. You know you always take a dare, i’ve never seen you back down from one before so i dare you to kiss me-” and this time you were cut off, by his lips. He leant forward faster than you could blink and pressed him lips to yours with such urgency, you bumped noses. Separating in laughter you leant your forehead against his before ducking to initiate a proper kiss, one full of overwhelming emotion that the two of your were out of breath when you parted once again.
“I dare you.” He panted, smiling widely as he stood up and pulled you into his arms. “To let me show you how much i love you.”
