when mingyu is much too extroverted for you but it's okay because he's your battery anyway
A/n: mingyu brain rot. happy mingyu day (still)
Tags: me projecting kinda fluff, one (1) kiss. Theyre just so in love😔 lowkey inspired by the mingyu, hoshi pinggyego episode bc i was just rewatching it yestday. Idk the wc bc i write it on a whim directly on tumblr lol.
Sometimes you look at Mingyu's schedule and get tired in his stead.
He'd have a shooting in the morning (which means salon appointment before that), work out after lunch, attend his english class before dinner, meet his friend for dinner, dance practice with the members, then go home and have it in him to happily make some juice himself.
You often look at him like he has two heads, wondering where does he get all his energy from. You've asked, but he has simply grinned at you like it answers anything.
It's really a wonder how you end up being with him, and you mean it in so many ways. But in this case, it still fascinates you that you, whose social battery starts at minus twenty when you wake up in the morning, would be with Mingyu, whose sociak battery's always recharged to 300% the moment he opens his eyes.
You have your moments too, of course. There are days when you feel like going out and meeting friends even though you know you'll get too tired the next day; when you strike up conversations first with some people at work; and when you become the center of the noisiness in your small group of friends.
But those are particular moments with particular reasons.
You're only noisy with the people you’re comfortable with. You strike up conversations first because it's more awkward if you don't. You force yourself to meet with your friends because you're a little lonely despite your comfort in being alone, and you miss them despite the way they drain your social battery.
Mingyu, though?
Mingyu rarely has his other moments. His idea of healing is to go out with his friends even though his body is begging for him to take the day slow and sleep for 24 hours.
He used to think it's okay because he slept well, anyway. Two hours between schedules. One hour on the way home. And then perhaps three or four hours during the night if he's lucky.
But it doesn't work that way and he's learned it the hard way when he fell sick due to exhaustion.
It's only after he meets you that he's learned to slow down.
"Let's go out tomorrow! You have the day off, right?" He had asked one day, a thousand places going through his mind as he pondered where to take you.
"I just kinda... wanna stay at home?" You answered him sheepishly. "Can we do that?"
"But you have the day off? Don't you want to do something on such a rare day?"
"I do." You smiled at him, his resolve melting by the seconds. "I want to be with you at home."
Of course Mingyu knows some people just live like that. He had lived with twelve other people before; he was housemate with Jeon Wonwoo, The Hermit. He understands. But, still, sometimes he wonders if you're really okay spending your time off by... being home instead of doing something special.
He should've been able to start slowing down when he lived with Wonwoo. But he was busy with his schedules and he didn't think much about Wonwoo's habit of staying home.
With you, though. He always, always, wants to go somewhere with you. When he discovers a new place, when he sees something on Instagram, when he hears anyone recommending something, you're his first thought. He always asks you first if you want to go, and only then decide to go with someone else if you don't feel like going.
You indulge him, of course, would force yourself to go out if it means getting to see Mingyu's excited smile at going out and trying something new.
But sometimes you just don't have it with you to go out even with Mingyu by your side.
Mingyu, of course, appreciates your honesty. He never fails to remind you that it's okay and that he understands.
In the same sense, on the day when Mingyu is a little too hyper and he just has to do something outside, you'll pull through despite your social battery already blipping from its low status.
It's Seungcheol's place you find yourself in this time. Some of the members randomly get together as they suddenly feel like drinking and their hyung's place is always their haven. Jeonghan's sister and Minghao's best friend are also present, making you relieved because you're not the only non Seventeen member in the room.
You would join the conversation from time to time until you don't. It's your telltale: head falling into his shoulder, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, and your lips shut because you just can't really talk at that point.
"Wanna go home?" Mingyu whispers when he notices, which is immediately after you start leaning on him. "We can go home. I don't mind."
You look at the room, heart warm at the thought of these people having been there for Mingyu since day one. That you're glad they've accepted you as a part of Mingyu. That, even if you're tired from the day, and you no longer feel like talking, you don't mind being here a little longer.
You look at Mingyu, can tell that he still wants to be here but he really doesn't mind if you'd rather go back and rest.
You choose to drop a shy kiss on the corner of his lips instead, holding back a laugh at his stunned face.
"It's okay." You return to your original position, head on his shoulder, your arms holding his as your anchor. "We can stay."
➝ word count: 10k (lol) // non-idol!au // childhood friends to ?? // idiots to ???? // angst if u squint
➝ not inspired by this song but i was listening to "your love" by Jisoo and it fits <////3
➝ warning: food, responsible alcohol consumption lol, theyre pining idiots, kisses mwah. i want THIS. this is me projecting. not proofread.
a/n: hi. this has been sitting in my draft for months and i willed myself to finish this before the loml enlists. to my muse, jeon wonwoo, i'll always be here for u <3 i didnt expect this to reach 10k. i do Not Know what this is. pls bare w me and my self indulgence. enjoy <3
your love feels like the rain, feels like a song i used to know.
(your love - jisoo)
It’s weird, what you have with Jeon Wonwoo.
It feels like you’ve always known him–with him being your neighbor and all. But it’s not until university that you actually get to know the guy as a friend, which is funny because Wonwoo attended a prestigious university in Seoul and you ended up living abroad in Japan.
Looking back, Wonwoo has always been in your life even when you’re nothing but neighbors and school mates. You’d even go home together from time to time, sharing polite conversations that didn’t really have substance nor anything too personal. So how did you even get closer to him after you were apart rather than when you were physically close to each other?
It went like: Wonwoo went to Japan for his first solo trip and your mom made him bring you stuff and she made you bring him around because ‘it’s the least you could do after troubling him’.
You didn’t mind, of course. As much as you were not very close with Wonwoo, you still considered him… something (ha!) and he’s not the worst to be around. Plus, you might or might not feel a little embarrassed because your mom made him bring so much stuff for you. You imagined a third of his luggage was full because of yours. Bringing him around and treating him food really was the least you could do.
“You’re more… bright.” You remember Wonwoo told you that first night.
“Oh?”
“Mhm. It’s nice to see.”
You’ve never really been quiet, if you’re to be completely honest. But you suppose you’d never been around each other enough, nor your circle of friends clash, for him to know this at that point.
Plus, you had to admit living by yourself in another country did change you.
That was the first time you ever sat down to talk with him, which led to more and more meals, and you joining him whenever you could until Wonwoo left back to Korea.
“Text me once you've landed?” You had said, almost hesitant. Now that his trip ended, you wondered if what you shared with him was nothing but a fleeting closeness generated out of proximity. But when Wonwoo smiled and proceeded to send you pictures that he took during the trip not ten minutes after you left the airport, your heart settled in content, recognizing the sign of a new friend you would get to keep around.
It’s not until a few months later you got to see him again when you went back home for Christmas. You hadn’t been able to ask if he’d go down to Changwon or stay in Seoul for the holiday, and you got your answer when you saw him in your family house the moment you arrived.
It was weird, the way your heart picked up a little when he looked up and grinned at your arrival. You didn’t want to think much of it though, so you simply waved and asked what he’s doing in your living room. Naturally, it’s your mom who answered, fussing about your rude question, how thin you had gotten (it’s her favorite phrase, one that doesn’t hold much meaning because she says this to anyone she hasn’t seen in a long time–even when you’re pretty sure you’ve gained weight), and added that Wonwoo was in your house because his parents were on a trip and would return in a few days, so your mom took the rein and decided to feed the poor guy whenever she could.
“Let me help you with that.” He didn’t wait for your answer, simply took your luggage and urged you to move upstairs to your room. “What did you even have here?”
“Lots and lots of snacks.” You grinned sheepishly. You let him put your luggage into your room, letting the door open as you told him to sit because you had something for him. “I didn’t know you’d be around so I was just going to leave this to Auntie, but now that you’re here…”
“Oh?” He looked intrigued at your words. In the way of things, of course you didn’t end up being best friends after spending a week with each other. It’s not that easy. That, together with the fact that Wonwoo is not the texting type while you’re definitely one, resulted in you texting each other on random intervals.
He would reply to your instagram story or you, his, and you’d end up talking about something else at some point, until he took forever to reply and you ended up not replying because you simply forgot to.
Still, you would smile to yourself when you see his name popping up in your phone, and you end up with a friendship you didn’t have before despite having known each other for almost fifteen years at that point in time.
“Yeah! Look at this!” It’s a cat shaped keyring that you showed him, colored in deep purple and a pair of glasses perched on its small nose. It looked annoyed. “I saw this and thought of you.”
Wonwoo wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
But the fact that you thought of him and bought something for him just because stirred something within him that he didn’t know how to feel either. You babbled about some snacks you bought for him too because he seemed to enjoy them, along with new ones that you thought he would like.
“I also got something for your brother, should I just… leave it to you?”
He paused at that, once again unsure how to handle the way his mind blanked at your words. Had you always been this attentive to his family? Had anyone ever done this for him? If you noticed the way he took a moment to answer this simple question, you didn’t say anything about it.
“Yeah, sure.”
Your trip back home for the holiday lasted for a total of ten days. In the natural order of things, you spent about eight days in Wonwoo’s presence because your other friends didn’t return to Changwon, and Wonwoo’s…well, he didn’t have a lot of friends to begin with, and his close friend went on a family trip to Europe. The two days you didn’t spend with him was because: (1) you caught a bad case of flu and refused to see anyone; and, (2) You’re returning to Japan at ungodly hours in the morning (re: it’s at 10, but you needed to wake up at 4 in the morning because you had to take the train to Busan to get to the airport and you’re anxious like that) so you obviously couldn’t see him on your last day.
As you waited by yourself in the airport, you stared at Wonwoo’s text telling you to have a safe flight.
It’s not a crush, what you had for him. But you tried to imagine if you would mind dating him and the answer was: no, you would not. Wonwoo’s a good person, he shared the same humor code as you, you seemed to be able to communicate well, and he already knew your family. And, well, if you’re being completely honest, he really was your type in the visual department. (Those glasses. Fuck.)
If you were to think about why you wouldn't date him, it would be because he's a little tad too quiet. You imagined the both of you would suck at communicating your feelings because you're also stupid when it comes to that.
Would that be a dealbreaker?
[1 New Message(s) from Jeon Wonwoo]
You blinked at the notification.
Wait.
Fuck.
Were you actually, seriously thinking about dating Jeon Wonwoo?
Your phone pinged again with a new notification, Wonwoo's name beaming at you.
You remember biting your lip so hard to stop yourself from smiling you almost bled.
It's been roughly two years since that fateful night you found yourself hanging out with Wonwoo.
No.
He is not currently your boyfriend.
He’s also currently not your best friend.
You're still living in Japan after your graduation about a year ago, and Wonwoo is in Singapore for a three-month long training workshop that his company provides for.
The two of you exist in a bizarre plane of exclusivity that isn't romantic but not not romantic either.
You know Wonwoo doesn't text people in general. But he regularly texts you to the point where his parents would ask you to tell him to reply to their messages, or would just text you so you'd forward the message to him.
You don’t talk to him on a daily basis, but you’re pretty sure you’re still one of the very handful people Wonwoo talks to the most. Which is something because sometimes you'd go a month or two not talking to each other.
Additionally, you don’t think he has any other female close friends other than you, which annoys you a little because you’ve been wanting to find out if the way he talks to you and treats you is the same way he would to another friend or if it’s something… more.
Jimin says he’s definitely into you. She might not know the guy personally, but she’s heard enough and she insists that there’s no way that someone like Wonwoo (or what you paint of him) would even text you this often and spend that much time with you if he’s not interested.
Jisoo does not agree. She says if he's really interested in pursuing something with you, then he would’ve made it clear that he did. He wouldn't drag you through this grey area that is your exclusivity, and she's been giving you shit because is this exclusivity even a two way street or have you been dodging dates because of him only to find out Wonwoo hasn't been considering you the same way?
“He likes her stories when she uploads selfies!” Jimin argues on his behalf–why, you’d never know.
“Duh. So what? He still doesn’t ask her out on dates.” Jisoo rolls her eyes, not easily bought after all this time.
“Perhaps the fact that she lives abroad doesn't make that easy?”
“I live abroad.” Jisoo stares at Jimin in challenge. “My boyfriend lives in Seoul and we're still doing fine. What's his reason?”
Sometimes Jeonghan would be present during this neverending topic and would occasionally join the discussion just to fuel the fire, or would otherwise play with his phone because he’s not all that invested like the two girls are.
“I would never like someone’s selfies on stories if I’m not interested.” He gives them a piece of his mind as a guy, like it actually matters, but Jimin’s smile in triumph does not last long. “But Jisoo’s right. He’d make it obvious if he wanted you. Liking your stories doesn't mean shit.”
“He visits here regularly enough, though!!” Jimin still tries to make a case. “Really, it's about time we meet him. Why are you not letting us meet him?”
You sigh as you rub your temple. You don’t even know how this discussion starts again. Probably because you’ve simply said ‘Singapore seems nice’ and that turns into ‘why are you suddenly talking about Singapore?’ which snowballs to ‘Wonwoo’s texting you again?’.
Which brings you here.
“I’m… not even that into him.” You shake your head at them. “I told you guys once that I wouldn’t mind dating him. Not that I’m in love with him.”
Jimin waves her hand dismissively. “It’s all the same for you.”
“Can’t disagree with her there.” Jisoo crunches her nose in distaste. “You’re not interested in anyone. The fact that he’s the only guy you ever talk about constantly for the last two years is… something. He’s handsome, I’ll give you that. Seems nice, too. Plus, your family and his family approves of the two of you. I just don’t like how he’s stringing you along.”
“He’s not–”
“He is.” Jeonghan cuts you off. “He might not be doing it on purpose, but he is stringing you along. Why are you not going out on dates when you’ve been complaining that you’re lonely?”
“Because it’s awkward?” You try to reason. The face they give you would be funny if it isn’t directed to you. “No one asks me on dates? Hello?”
That’s not a lie; you’re not exactly one that gets rained on date invitations. But that’s not the complete truth either, because you know your friends are more than happy to set you up on dates (and, if you’re to be completely honest, Jeonghan has a friend that’s been asking about you and he actually approves of the guy, so…) but you’ve been telling them no because you just… don’t feel like going.
It doesn’t feel right.
Apparently, Jeonghan isn't in the mood to entertain you and decides to cut through the case. “Yeah, but it’s not awkward to meet Wonwoo everyday and hang out privately when you can, right?”
You pout at him, to which he simply flicks your forehead in return. Jeonghan has never really been the type to join your ‘girl talks’ when it happens around him, preferring his peace, and if Yoon Jeonghan himself has decided to actually sit down and talk to you seriously then you know you’re screwed because there’s no way out of it.
“I’m not buying that. Perhaps you’re not in love with him now. But you’re holding out because of him and that means you have enough feelings for the guy, or you’re expecting something to happen between the two of you.”
“Do you think he's also holding out because you live abroad?”
At this point, you don’t even know what you feel for Jeon Wonwoo.
Have you really been holding out because of him?
It’s not like the two of you are actually exclusive; you both just happen to be friendlier than friends are supposed to be but not exactly lovers. You wouldn’t call it situationship either, because you don't flirt nor send mixed signals to each other.
Sure, you'd sleep over in his place when you go to Seoul and he'd insist on picking you up when it gets too late because you don't notice the time. And, yeah, sure, Wonwoo visits Tokyo at least once every three months and he'd also sleep in your place because why would he spend money on accommodation when your sofa is so comfortably available?
Does it matter that you would never let anyone sleep in your place, not even your own sibling, and that Wonwoo hates anyone touching his bed but lets you sleep there because ‘you're the guest and of course I want you comfortable'?
Nope.
Definitely not.
“It's really not that hard.” Soonyoung, one of the very few people in your circle that's not emotionally constipated and knows both you and Wonwoo, tells you before. “Imagine him doing all those things to someone else. Would you be pissed?”
You do not like the answer to that. But Soonyoung does not care and he doesn't wait for your answer. He happily steals your french fries and slurps on your cola as he forces you into admitting your feelings in the most straightforward way possible.
“If the answer is yes, then you're into him. If no, then you're fucking lying and I don't believe you.”
You jump at the notification on your phone, eyebrows rising beyond your bangs when you see who's calling.
Incoming call from Jeon Wonwoo
Wonwoo does not call. And when he does, he always texts you first and asks if you're available. He hates phone calls with his wholebeing, something that you religiously share, which means something's up and your heartbeat spikes at whatever that might've happened. for him to call you out of nowhere.
“Hello?” His answer doesn’t come immediately, so you try once again and it’s then that Wonwoo finally greets you back. “Is everything okay?’
”I… yeah.” He clears his throat. “Sorry for calling out of nowhere.”
You frown at his strange tone. You expect him to be a little frantic-surely something big happened for him to call you like this, right? But he doesn't really sound like he’s in any urgency to tell you what’s up; so you take the bait and ask him again.
”You sure?”
Wonwoo sighs, and you sit up in concern because it’s not often that he’s this open with his struggle.
”Just… one of those days. Thought I’d call you.” He offers you honestly.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Wonwoo takes a moment and clears his throat, and you know immediately that his answer is no.
“When are you returning to Seoul, again?” You decide to steer the conversation elsewhere.
“In about a month. Why?”
“I might fly back.” You hum as you answer him. You try to extinguish the way your heart accelerates as his voice gets a little excited, try your best to ignore that excitement like you don't notice at all. “Thought I'd wait for you.”
You also try your best to sound nonchalant as you say that, but you're not sure if it's working. Either way, Wonwoo doesn't say anything about it.
“Oh? What's the occasion this time around?”
“Some business trip. I might not have to crash your place.”
He doesn't ask why you'd need to wait for him if you're not going stay over anyway. “And you can… arrange it as you want?”
“Somewhat.” You don't explain further. “I might need to drive down to Changwon too.”
“I'll see if I can come with you, then.” He answers readily. Your heart accelerates a bit more at the way he doesn't even wait a second to offer.
The two of you share a comfortable silence for a bit, but Wonwoo can always tell when you have a lot in your mind, so he shoots right away.
“Anything on your mind?”
“Just…” You bite your lip in thinking, wonder if it's too early to let him know about it. Then decide it's not time just yet. “Nothing big. I'll let you know once things are clearer?”
“Okay.”
Your heart melts a little at his answer. It's why you like talking to Wonwoo despite his sometimes too realistic answer: he never pushes. He once tells you he trusts you'll tell him when you need to; that he doesn't need to coerce it out of you.
Truthfully, you wish he would do it sometimes. But you also appreciate his trust in you and the way he listens to your words.
“I met Jisoo and the others today.” You mention just for the sake of distracting him. When Wonwoo is honest but he doesn't want to talk about it, you know what he needs is distraction. So it's really your cue to talk about anything that passes into your mind.
“Oh yeah? How's she?”
Wonwoo does not know your friends personally. But just like you talk about him to your friends, you talk about them to him. He's pretty attentive too, always remembers what you say about them even in passing.
You wonder if he's this attentive to other people, too.
“Good. We went to this new izakaya near her place and their highball is to die for. You have to try the next time you're here.”
“You do like your highballs, don't you?” You can imagine the grin on his face even though you can't see him.
“You know I do.”
It's almost 2AM when you hang up, with Wonwoo falling asleep on the other side of the line. You spend about a minute staring at your walls, fifteen minutes pondering on the phone call you just had, and then another sixty trying to gather your feelings.
Fuck.
You really are in too deep with Jeon Wonwoo.
Wonwoo picks you up at the airport. He silently takes your luggage and guides you to his car parked not too far from the arrival building.
There's no fanfare of confusing hugs nor hand holdings that's a little too tight. Wonwoo has never been big when it comes to physical touch to begin with; yet another point that's in contrast with you because you latch on anyone you're comfortable enough with within a meter radius.
Wonwoo lets you rest your head on his shoulder though. And he'd sometimes take your hands when you're walking and the street is a little tad too busy, only letting go once it gets less crowded. The first time it happened, you almost threw your heart up.
“Where to, Miss?” He mocks being your chauffeur, to which you glare at and let him know the name of your hotel. “Oooh. Fancy.”
“Shut up and drive.”
Naturally, Wonwoo does as you say. It's your playlist playing in the background as a comfortable silence blankets the two of you. You haven't seen Wonwoo in six months, but it doesn't feel like that because you've been talking to each other a lot these days compared to before.
You're not sure what changed in that department, but Wonwoo has been rather active with his texts which confused you a little at first. You're not complaining though, even if it means Jisoo and the others are giving you shit for being on your phone more so than usual.
Still, it's a rather nice change instead of the other way around.
It's so easy being with Wonwoo.
Everything seems to just work itself when you're with him. You don't really have to think much, even now after you realize and accept that you really do feel something more for him. You don't feel awkward when you see him, contrary to what you expected.
During check in, you give the desk Wonwoo's car number when they ask if you need parking. You don't know why you assume he would have his car parked in your hotel at some point, but you try to convince yourself that it's simply a “just in case” scenario.
You don't know why it's so natural for you to do that, either.
“We're meeting Soonyoung for dinner, right?” You ask as you wait for the elevator to come up to your room. Wonwoo leans on the wall, your small luggage still tight on his hand.
“Yeah. He's bringing you to his favorite place.”
“Have you been?”
“More times than I would've liked.” He grins. “It's pretty good. But Soonyoung always brings people there and I had the unfortunate luck to always be there when he introduces the place to someone.”
“Oh?” You tilt your head in confusion, the elevator dings just in time. Wonwoo steps out first and you follow into step beside him. “I didn't know you have a lot of mutual friends with him?”
Wonwoo doesn't go out a lot. He doesn't really like eating with people he doesn't know, so it surprises you a little that he's often there with Soonyoung when the guy is…introducing the place to someone else…?
A few seconds pass, and you wonder why Wonwoo seems to be contemplating his words. Does this mean…?
“Not that many, to be honest.” You notice he winces a little. The card beeps and you open your door, when Wonwoo goes past you as you hold the door open for him, you hold your breath at his proximity and the subtle scent of his perfume.
“But…?”
“Three times he brought me there to meet our mutual friends who don't live in Seoul, two other times just because, and…”
You settle on the edge of your bed as you look at him expectedly, your heart already beating loudly against your chest. You don't know why, but you feel like you already know the rest of the story and you don't like it.
Wonwoo sits right next to you on the bed, his thigh touches yours and his scent invades your being once again. He doesn't take your hand, but the way he's looking into your eyes and his knuckle hits the back of your hands tell you enough that he's nervous. Perhaps a tad bit guilty.
“One time he forced me to go on a double date because he really liked the girl and she wouldn't say yes unless he's bringing a friend for hers.” He explains. If he notices the way your breath stops for a bit, he doesn't say anything. “I told him I don't want to go, that I'm not interested. But he called in a favour I owe him a long time ago and… yeah.”
“Oh.”
It's the first time you ever share an awkward silence with the man beside you. You're not sure what to say despite already expecting the story to end this way–because what right do you have to be upset? Is there anything you could say that would make the situation not awkward?
Jisoo's question suddenly pops into your mind, something about exclusivity that's ambiguous and if Wonwoo's doing the same to you.
He mentions he doesn't want to go but…
“I imagine it was awkward?” You manage to say at last.
“Yeah. I barely talked and I told Soonyoung I'm never doing that ever again.”
“Did he end up with that girl?”
“For a few months.” He huffs, still annoyed now that he thinks about it. “All that effort and he only dated her for a few months.”
You let out a chuckle at this, notice the way Wonwoo relaxes a little at the sound of your small laugh.
“Do you do that a lot?” You ask in what you hope to be subtle. While the topic comes up, might as well ask him about it. “Go on dates?”
His answer is an immediate “no”; like he has something to prove to you.
“I don't go out with girls in general.” He says, this time looking elsewhere even though your eyes stay on his face. “I don't have a lot of female friends. The few that I actually consider friends… Well, we're not close enough to hang out privately.”
“Oh?” Your voice chokes a little, your feelings overtaking your head as you say your next words. “But you don't mind hanging out with me?”
“Mhm.” He hums, presses his lips together before he continues. “You're… you.”
He doesn't explain further and you're too afraid to ask. So you steer the topic by saying you're going to wash up a bit before you head for lunch, to which Wonwoo simply smiles and nods at. He moves to the small chair by the window and tells you to take your time.
“I don't mind waiting.” He says.
You wonder why you feel like his words mean more than they really do.
Fifteen minutes later, you find yourself in a restaurant nearby, seated next to Wonwoo because all the separate tables are full and only the bar ones are available.
The two of you don't address the unnecessary way you sit close next to each other. At some point, you're pretty sure Wonwoo rests his arm on the back of your chair, but you don't say anything just in case he'll pull it back.
You don't know how you feel about that realization.
Also, you don't realize how much you look like a couple until a waiter comes up to you both with a dessert you don't remember ordering.
“It's on the house.” He explains with a smile. “We're giving free desserts to couples during this month.”
The both of you spend exactly six seconds (you counted) staring at each other before you clear your throat and tell him to dig into the dessert before you eat it all.
“You can have it all.” He chuckles, knowing well enough how much you love desserts. “I'll buy you some more.”
Wonwoo's arm never leaves your chair until it's time for you to go, his finger brushes your shoulder every time you move.
You don't know how you feel about that either.
When it comes to meddling friends, you have exactly two (2) people in your circle: Kwon Soonyoung and Yoo Jimin.
You're glad the two doesn't know each other because you can already imagine the headache coming your way from their imaginary conspiracy. Handling one of them once at a time is enough headache for you already.
Tonight, somehow they find a way to give you a giant headache at the same time even when they do not know of each other.
1 New Message(s) from Yoo Jimin🩷 on 🖤🩷🩵 & han🙂
Yoo Jimin🩷 : r u out on a date ????????
And then,
Kim Jisoo🩵 : ffs not this again🥱
Kim Jisoo🩵 : it is NOT a date unless he explicitly says it!!!!!!!!!!
Yoo Jimin🩷 : shut up lemme ship them in peace
Yoon Jeonghan💀 : lmaooooo 1000% agree w jisoo
Yoon Jeonghan💀 : put ur dream to rest, dude
Yoo Jimin🩷 : of all time for u to appear on the gc????????
Yoon Jeonghan💀 : i have rights to appear whenever i want???
🖤 : 🙂🙂🙂🙂
🖤 : im muting this group. byeeeee lol.
Kim Jisoo🩵 : this birhc???????
“Stop playing with your phone!!!” Soonyoung whines. He's been doing that since the three of you sit down, actually. “Now tell me. Any new guy.”
You don't know why he's so insistent on this topic. He knows about you and Wonwoo–or at least the lack of whatever you two have going on–so you're not sure why he keeps on asking about this except to piss you off.
“I told you there's no guy.” You cross your arms in annoyance. “Where are you getting ideas about this?”
The look in his eyes scares you a little. There are times when you do not want to cross Kwon Soonyoung and this is one of them.
“What about that guy in your group? Jeonghan, was it?” He presses on. “Isn't he handsome?”
“I don't see him as anything else but an annoyance personified.” You huff. “You know I haven't gone on dates since forever, why are you doing this?”
“Oh? Is that you asking me to introduce you to someone?”
Beside you, Wonwoo stiffens a little.
“No! Are you drunk??” You know Soonyoung's baiting you, and despite this knowledge, his insistence is really starting to bait your annoyance.
“There's just no way you've gone on zero dates after you broke up with that asshole in uni.” This is news to Wonwoo. He knows you were in a relationship before (you weren't close at that point, but Soonyoung made sure to update him (re: whine to him) about you having a boyfriend that he didn't approve of. But he didn't know he was, well, an asshole. “It's been five years since you broke up with him!”
“Yes, thanks for highlighting how single I actually am.” You deadpan, throwing back a shot of soju. It’s not often that you drink soju, but on days like today when you haven't seen your close friends (Wonwoo and Soonyoung) in so long and Soonyoung is being persistently annoying, you need the help of alcohol to relax.
Soonyoung has the audacity to laugh, and then he follows your shot with his own before changing his target to the man beside you who's been silent the entire time.
“No worries. Wonwoo has been single for long, too.” He grins unapologetically. “I don't remember him going on dates at all. Except you haven't been telling me?!”
Wonwoo grunts softly, sipping on his soju instead. “Why would I tell you about my dates.”
Then, as if he realizes it's not the right thing to say, he adds, “But no. I haven't gone on dates in so long, either. Not everyone is like you, man.”
“I'll take that as a compliment.” He mocks a victory bow and then takes a piece of the free snack the restaurant offers on your table. He has had it refilled for three times already. “You're too busy. You don't even reply to my texts.”
At this, you reply instead of Wonwoo.
“Well, that's probably because it's you. He replies to my text just fine.” You stick your tongue out at him childishly, causing Wonwoo to chuckle next to you.
Your head is starting to get a little heavy from the alcohol, so you lean on Wonwoo as you mumble about being a little sleepy.
“You want to go back?” He whispers like a secret, not minding Soonyoung pouting about being left out.
“Nah, I'm still fine.” You grin lazily despite the way your heart is beating too fast due to his proximity. You can even feel his breath against your cheek. “You'll know when I'm gone.”
The way he looks at you sternly makes you laugh, and you just know he'll scold you about drinking responsibly so you squeeze his arm and propose a toast between the three of you.
He reluctantly takes another sip of his drink while you and Soonyoung take another shot.
The night goes on like that, with Soonyoung trying to pick a fight with both of you and losing miserably three times out of five. Wonwoo's pretty sure the two of you have finished almost three bottles of soju while he barely drinks his third glass.
When the two of you begin to giggle uncontrollably and you start hugging his arm for support, Wonwoo knows it's time to end the night. So he pays for the bill and calls a taxi for Soonyoung and for you two. He didn't take his car, knowing well enough that the night would force him to drink alcohol.
He's not complaining, though. It's been long since he has consumed any alcohol, and spending the night with the two of you is always fun despite the way Soonyoung insists on being a pain in the ass.
Wonwoo has his arm around your waist as he takes you up to your hotel room. You're not too drunk that you can't stand up, but you're drunk enough that you cling to Wonwoo the whole time.
He's in denial and blames the way his face turns hot and his reddening ear on the alcohol and not your body pressed close to his, your lips grazing his neck everytime you move.
When he reaches your hotel room, he wonders how to go about this. Should he leave after you get to bed? Will you be okay in the morning? He can probably sleep sitting on the small sofa in the corner of your room if he wants. But is that appropriate?
Even in your drunken stupor, you hold all the answers for him.
“Stay with me.” You say like you know what he's thinking about. Your head is still heavy on his shoulder but he doesn't mind.
He slowly sits you down on the edge of your bed and kneels to take off your shoes despite your insistence that you can do it yourself.
“Can you wash up?”
“No.”
He chuckles at how adorable you are, then hopes your drunken mind wouldn't remember the way his palm caresses your cheek because he couldn't help it.
“You'll regret it in the morning though?”
“I just want to sleep.” You make your point and throw your body back to the bed. Wonwoo laughs once again, then checks your bathroom to see that you have indeed unpacked your toiletries.
“I can help you remove your makeup.” He offers softly, knowing how much you hate washing up after drinking but you hate it even more when you wake up and realize you didn't. “Then I'll trust you to wash your face and brush your teeth?”
Your whine doesn't really mean anything, so Wonwoo does as he says and gently wipes your face with the makeup remover wipes you manage to fish from your pouch.
It’s the first time he ever does this, but he has listened to you complain enough about this over the years. His other hand is holding your face, and no matter how dense Wonwoo could be, he's not stupid enough not to know that he would never do this for anyone ever.
That this scene can be picked straight out of a romance movie and he wouldn't be surprised.
The way you trust him in your room in your drunken state, you asking him to stay, and him helping you clean up aren't something you do with just anyone.
He's also not stupid enough not to notice the warm feeling in his chest and the tingling all over his body. As much as he wants to deny what he feels for you all these time, this one moment is not something he could ever deny.
Dare he says he enjoys it and wishes he could do this with you often moving forward—taking care of you whenever he could.
He’s not going to lie and say he never considers being bolder with you; shows his interest and makes his feelings more obvious, but he doesn’t know if he could handle the aftermath. Do you return his feelings? Wonwoo can’t tell.
He knows enough that you haven’t been dating even before Soonyoung brings it up today. That you treat him as something more than friend because he’s seen how different you act with Soonyoung and (what you mention of) Jeonghan.
But is it just you having a different dynamic with him?
Is it the years you have between the two of you even though you weren’t close before?
”Here, have some water.” He breaks his own thoughts and hands you a glass, hopes that it’ll make you feel better.
”Thank you.” You wince a little, followed by a small yawn. “I’ll just wash up real quick., okay?”
You don’t know Wonwoo will think about this domesticity for months to come.
Expectedly, you wake up to a headache.
Unexpectedly, you also wake up to a glass of water, an aspirin, and Wonwoo moving around in your hotel room.
”Wonwoo?’ Your raspy voice startles him a little, and you would’ve laughed if not for the headache steadily hammering against your skull.
“You’re awake?” He says softly and moves to your side and helps you drink your water. “Bad hangover?”
Your grimace answers enough, and even though he laughs a little at your misery, you can tell that he’s a little worried. It’s not often that you get drunk in front of him.
”I don’t feel like throwing up, though.” You say after swallowing the aspirin then turn to him in horror. “Or did I already throw up last night?’
Wonwoo considers pulling your leg for a bit, but decides against it when he sees how horrified you look at the prospect of it.
”Nope, you didn’t.” He assures you. “Should we go out and eat once you’re feeling good enough? There’s a good gukbap place nearby that’ll help with your hangover.”
Fifteen minutes later, the two of you are seated in a corner in a busy restaurant, once again sitting side by side. It’s only ten in the morning, but, apparently, this place is famous for their hangover remedy and people often get breakfast because their gukbap is to die for.
You’re not even dressed properly, still in your pajamas with a hoodie thrown over your top. You really can’t be bothered in your and Wonwoo doesn’t seem like he minds either.
Leaning your head on Wonwoo’s shoulder yet again, you can’t help but feel like you’re taking advantage of the situation a little too much; that you’re milking the situation to your liking.
But you decide you don’t want to think much about it, that there’s nothing wrong with enjoying this moment as long as Wonwoo doesn’t say shit about it either. You feel his arm resting on the back of your chair; something the he does a lot, now that you think about it. Has he always done that before? Or is this a recent thing? You honestly can’t recall.
“Here’s your order.” The auntie manning the restaurant interrupts your thoughts, serving the godly scented gukbap in front of you and another for Wonwoo. “Here’s a jeon on the house because you two look pretty together. Enjoy.”
You blink at the recurring comment, then turn to Wonwoo with confusion.
“Do people always offer free stuff for couples?” You frown, remembering the free dessert from yesterday. “What is this unfairness?’
Wonwoo laughs, tension leaving his body at your comments. He was concerned you were uncomfortable with the assumptions, but you seem to simply be annoyed at what it entails.
“You’re working at the Seoul office for the next four days, right?’
”Yepp. Important meetings and all that.” You say through your food. “I’ll let you know after.”
”Is it the one you told me about on the phone?”
”Yes.” You nod. “And then we leave for Changwon on… Thursday night?”
Wonwoo nods, and then cut some jeon for you to have on your small plate.
“I already took the day off for Friday. You really don’t mind that we take the car? We can still book tickets for the train.”
”It’s been so long since I went on a road trip. Unless you don't feel like driving…?”
The sound of his chuckles brings tingles to your body, but you try to ignore it and hold your gaze on him.
“I don't mind. I'm just worried you might be tired. It's almost a five hour drive, you know.”
You seem deep in thought, but the smile you send his way throws him off as you reassure him once again that you're fine. Though it's your next words that make his brain go a little awry for the rest of the day.
“It's also five hours with you. That's why I don't mind at all.”
Thursday evening comes and Wonwoo picks you up at the hotel.
Soonyoung wants to come with, but his dog is sick and he has to take Latte to the vet.
“Thanks for yesterday, by the way.” You scrunch your nose as you remember the night before. “Can't believe everyone brought their partner and didn't tell me.”
You had promised to see some of your old friends from school last night. Naturally, you expected it to be just the four of you.
Naturally, there were three other guys on the everyone and you pulled an SOS to Wonwoo so you would't look pathetic, being the only girl on the table with no one.
It had upset you a little, if you're being honest. It's been about three years since the four of you had hangout together, so you had been expecting to see them only.
Wonwoo seemed to immediately got your mood as he arrived, sitting right beside you (the only empty seat, of course, though there's nowhere else you'd rather he be) in midst of conversation.
It was fortunate that the restaurant isn't that far from his company, because he arrived about twenty minutes after you texted him: ten minutes to wrap up his work (he was already done for the day and had stayed around because a coworker seemed to be in a talking mood), and another ten to walk to the restaurant.
He knew these friends, of course, having gone to the same school as you. But he didn't expect all of them to be in Seoul. Though, then again, it's not all that surprising that people would want to move to the capital city once they get older.
In the same sense, they also didn't expect you and Wonwoo to be close enough for him to attend this dinner for you.
“Oh, yeah. We only got closer a few years ago when he went to Japan for a trip.” You explain in what you hope to be a straightforward way that doesn't need further explanation.
Your friend seems to buy this, and you're a little surprised that they don't bother about the nature of your relationship. Dinner was pleasant, you and Wonwoo found comfort in each other between familiar strangers (and actual strangers) and you had fun regardless the mishap at the beginning.
It wasn't until when you're parting ways that someone finally commented on it, and you couldn't even say anything because Hyeri sounded so sure and she didn't give you any way to rebutt.
“Didn't expect you two to end up together, but I should've known something would happen between the two of you. It was nice seeing you!!” She had said cheerfully before turning away and went on her way with her boyfriend.
After everybody left, you two looked at each other and blinked simultaneously, and then shared a laugh before Wonwoo insisted on taking you back to your hotel even though it's the farther away from his place.
None of you addressed the misunderstanding thrown your way.
“It was a good dinner though, right?” Wonwoo asks, as if the assumption Hyeri made and your nonexistent repulsion towards it didn't keep him up at night.
“Yeah, it was nice to see them after so long.” You settle on your seat after you finish pairing up your phone's audio to his car. “Anything you want to listen to?”
Wonwoo shakes his head and tells you to play whatever you want. About an hour later, his dad calls you and you accept the phone without turning off the bluetooth speaker.
“Hi, Uncle!!” You greet him happily. “You're calling me because Wonwoo isn't answering, aren't you?”
The laugh that greets you is both amused and unapologetic. But you're simply glad you're close enough with Wonwoo's family for this to happen.
“What’s up, Dad?”
“Just making sure you two are driving safely.” He answers. “I heard it's going to rain pretty heavily later, so you better stop and wait it out if that's the case.”
“Thank you for the heads up, Uncle! I'll make sure to remind Wonwoo later.
He reminds you two to take a break somewhere and to have sufficient meals that's not only composed of an ungodly amount of snacks. You share a guilty grin with each other, the pack of jelly on your hands suddenly feels a little heavy.
You stop by one rest area to have some light meal (re: hotdog and tteokpokki) before going straight to Changwon. It's a karaoke session you're having in his car, in which you're the only one who mostly sings because Wonwoo doesn't really like to.
“You have a nice voice, why don't you sing more?” You press some time during the ride.
“Eh. Just don't really feel like doing it.”
“Hm. I like your voice, though.”
His hair covers the way the tip of his ears turn red at your confession.
You're a little hyper today, he notices. Perhaps you really are that excited over the prospect of going on a road trip even though it's dark outside and you can't really see anything on the highways.
“You sure you didn't have any alcohol in your system?” He teases you, to which you simply hit his shoulder and continue on your little concert.
You're not the best singer, but you're not tone deaf and you carry your tune well enough, while Wonwoo's just happy to see you so cheerful.
You seem super relaxed too, and he wonders if your important meeting went well and if that's the reason why you seem like the weight is off your shoulders.
Not long after, the rain starts. And, surely enough, it gets harder and harder to the point where Wonwoo has to slow down just to make sure the car is going safe and sound. Fortunately, you two find a rest area soon enough and you decide to rest for a bit as you wait out the rain.
It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon, though. So you ask if it’s okay for you to drink a can of beer that he can’t share because he’s driving. Wonwoo lets you, of course, you seem like you want to properly enjoy this ambiance and he doesn’t have any reason not to let you relax more.
Forty minutes pass just like that; with you facing each other in his car, soft music playing in the background as the rain steadily falls against the window. You talk about anything and everything, your can of beer turns into three, and even though it’s not enough to make you drunk, it’s definitely enough to make your lips a little looser as the topic shifts to relationships.
”Wonwoo?’” You ask timidly, though you know you can’t stop yourself now. The question has been bugging you since the moment you heard him say it. “Can I ask you something?”
”Of course.” He answers, a little confused.
”Why… me?”
For a second, you can see his startled face, but he schools it real quick that you wouldn’t have caught it if you aren’t already staring at him.
”What?”
”You told me before that you don’t like hanging around with your female friends.” You recall your conversation a few days ago. “But not me. Why?”
You let Wonwoo take his moment to gather his words, but as seconds pass by and the ringing of your heart is echoing against your ears, you start to think if it’s a bad idea to ask him this when you two have nowhere to escape.
“Nev—”
“Because you’re you.” He repeats his answers from that day. But this time, he moves forward with his explanation, the gentle look in his eyes makes your heartbeat stutter. “I don’t have any reason that I can offer. But you’re you and I like being with you.”
“Wha—?”
”I just like that it’s you.” He says with finality. Like it answers what you asked instead of blooming more questions.
This time, it’s Wonwoo that lets you take a moment to digest his words. It’s his turn to wonder if it’s not the time to be honest about his feelings. But if not now, he feels like he would take an even longer time to gather his courage yet again and spending time with you the past few days have made him sure about his feelings—that he can no longer deny them and he owes you that much if that’s what you’re asking no matter what the outcome would be.
He thinks back of the people that mistake you for being together; the way you don’t seem to mind and simply smile abashedly at them. The way you clung into him in your drunken stupor, how smitten he is that he actually stayed when you asked him to even though you probably don’t remember saying anything about it. The way your eyes twinkle with every single constellation he could think of.
And most importantly, how much he feels complete in your presence. How content his heart is and how there’s nothing more he could wish for than to have you close.
He’d be downright stupid if he continues to deny his feelings for you at this point.
”Why now?” You ask quietly, and he can only be a little relieved that you don’t sound repulsive at his confession.
He’s not sure how to answer your question though. But if there’s one thing he knows, being honest is always the answer.
“I was afraid.” He pauses, pressing his lips together as he looks up at your eyes. “That I’m not good enough for you. That I can’t give you what you need with the distance between us and all.”
“What changed?”
”I realized something.”
”And what is that?”
“That I’d rather try giving you what you need than not be able to try at all.” His voice is firm as he says this, and even though your question has been rather sudden, it feels like he’s always had the answer deep inside. “That I’ve always had you by my side without I even realize and I don’t want to take it for granted.”
”Do you remember Byul?” You ask out of nowhere, making a roller coaster out of his feelings.
”Your old dog?”
”Yep.” You smile sadly at the memory of her. Byul died when you were in junior high school. You cried for days and weren’t yourself for weeks. It was the first time you ever faced loss; the first time you ever felt like something important was taken from your life. “I was looking through my old pictures and found a bunch of her pictures. Do you know you have a picture with her?”
Wonwoo does not. You smile at his surprised face and show him the exact picture you were talking about. Wonwoo must have been ten at most, still wearing his uniform with Byu sleeping soundly on his lap. He’s also asleep in the picture, his fingers buried in her fur craved forever in that very picture.
”There was this time when she was a little depressed. She just kept on looking at the door even though everyone was home.” Wonwoo doesn’t see where this conversation is going, but he silently encourages you to continue and makes sure you know he’s listening. “We tried bringing her to the doctor, but it didn’t help. It’s only when you stopped by that we realized she was looking for you. You went on a vacation with your family for the whole summer, and when you came back she finally returned to her usual self and I remember feeling a little betrayed when she jumped happily for the first time the moment you came through the door.”
”I never knew…” He says quietly, suddenly memories of your dog popping into his head. He remembers being quite upset when he heard the news of Byul dying. She was his family’s dog too by extension, and it only made him sad now that he realized he only has one picture with her. “I did play with her a lot, didn’t I?”
”You did. You were around enough that my dog missed you when you’re not there.” You chuckle to yourself. “Do you remember taking me home everyday for a whole month after she died?’
You laugh at his surprised face. You did expect him to not remember this part, but you did—because it meant a lot to you that Wonwoo took the effort to care for you in his own way when you’re not even really friends.
”We used to go home together from time to time. But you waited for me in front of our school gate everyday for a whole month, only stopping once you realized I was feeling better. You’d give me ice cream and candies too.” Wonwoo notices the way your eyes water a little the more you talk about that time, but when he tries to ask you why you’re suddenly talking about this, you barrel through another topic. “There was also a time in high school when you helped me hide from my parents because I fought big time with my sister. That was the first time I ever had a screaming row with her, you know? I don’t even know why we were fighting. But I remember crying so much that you didn’t know what to do.”
This one Wonwoo remembers. He can still picture you crying in his room, his panicked eyes not sure what to do except to lie when your mom texted him to ask if he’d seen you. He had lamely offered you a box of tissues and stayed by your side without doing much.
”I appreciated it, you know? That you were there with me, not asking questions and not trying to comfort me.” You clear your throat and finally return his gaze. He can’t tell what you’re going to say next and his head is a little dizzy from the change of topic. Is this your way of turning him down? By talking about something else and pretending that nothing happened? “My point is… I tried thinking about a time when I don’t have you around and… I can’t.
We weren’t the bestest of friends and you weren’t my number one person, but you’re always there. When my dad asked you to teach me how to ride the bike instead of my older siblings, you did it without saying anything. When I failed calculus and my mom made you tutor me, you didn’t get frustrated even once when I took long to get it. When I broke up with my first boyfriend and I cried so much I didn’t realize it was already dark, it was you who found me in that park and brought me home. When I got the scholarship to Japan, you sent me off all the way to the airport even though my closest friends didn’t.”
Wonwoo seems a little flustered at your words, and you hold back the urge to tease him and finally, finally let your heart take the rein.
”You’ve always been there for me even before all of this. You’re the one person that I just know will continue to be in my life no matter what.” When your palm meets his cheek, Wonwoo melts a little at your gentle touch, your smile crumbling his being with little effort. “Can I trust you to do that?”
”Is that even a question?” He answers quietly, wonders if you can hear the loud beating of his heart in this proximity. “I used to have a small crush on you, you know?”
”What?”
”Yeah, during high school. I’ve always thought you were pretty, anyway. But you got a boyfriend and I realized it was nothing but a fleeting crush.” He grins at the way you’re continuously blinking at his revelation. “Never knew I’d end up liking you again years later, though. But you just have to live abroad and I’m not sure how it’ll work out even if you return my feelings. I’m a bad texter and even worse when it comes to calling. I can fix those habits, sure, but… I don’t think I can fix it in a short span of time, and I want to give you everything you deserve. So I never really try anything even though I abstained from going on dates and—”
”Wonwoo?”
”Yeah?”
”You talk too much.” You say before you close your lips over his, the way his arm immediately finds your waist and his other hand holds the back of your neck make your body comes alive; like a missing puzzle that you didn’t know was missing clicks into place and makes everything make sense. He pulls you closer, and even though it’s uncomfortable, you let him.
Time works in a funny way when you’re with him, so even if you’re sure it’s only seconds that you spent kissing him, it surely feels like hours and more.
”I have to tell you something.” You whisper when you pull away, his warm breath hitting your face.
”Hm?”
”I’m moving to Seoul.” You announce in one go. “That’s what the important meeting is about. I asked if they had a vacant spot for a transfer to the main branch and they’re letting me transfer to Seoul.”
”For good?” He asks like he doesn’t believe it. Like it’s too good to be true.
Perhaps it is.
”For good.” You grin, your arms circle his neck despite the uncomfortable position you two are in. Your smile gets wider as Wonwoo kisses you again, and you laugh when you put one of your hands on his chest, his heart beating so quickly you’re worried it might jump out of his body. “Jisoo’s going to kill me when she finds out I’m moving in three months and I let you kiss me like this.”
”Oh?” He asks teasingly, one of his brows in question. “You let me kiss you?’
”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You feign innocence. “Is there anyone here that can say otherwise?”
”Me?”
”Duh. You think Jisoo will believe you?” You roll your eyes jokingly. “They’ve been wanting to meet you, by the way. Jisoo and Jeonghan will grill you so bad.”
”You talk about your friends to me?”
”How can I not when you’re confusing me?”
”Was that how it felt?” He asks softly. “Like I was confusing you?”
You contemplate your next words, but then decide that there’s nothing to hide from what your friends said about him.
”They say you’re stringing me along. Because you’re obviously interested but not try to officially ask me out on a date.”
”You want to go on a date tomorrow?” He asks seriously, which turns your heart into mush because this man can’t get more precious than he already is. “I can think of a few places for us to go to.”
This isn’t where you expect the conversation to go, but you happily agree and ask him to surprise you. That you will contemplate on being his girlfriend if he does well.
”Oh? Aren’t you already my girlfriend the moment you kissed me?” He grins teasingly, a giddy filling bubbles up in his chest at the mention of you being his girlfriend.
”I’m not that easy.” You huff. “I’ll let you know tomorrow if you pass the test.”
Wonwoo laughs and pulls you into another kiss, his heart ballooning in size at the sound of your squeal followed by your giggle, your fingers gripping his shoulders.
He’ll go through a thousand tests if it’s for you, no question asked.
notes: 1.3k // nothing but pure, sweet people in love lol // seungcheol brainrot. happy bday to the only man ever 🖤
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Oftentimes you would look at Seungcheol and wonder what you did in your past lives to deserve the chance of being with him.
You don’t know if your time with him is borrowed or not, and you’re not sure why your love for him seems to be the most secure of all kinds of love that you’ve experienced throughout your life, romantic or not.
It doesn’t make sense how steady your feelings are for him, unchanging (unless when it’s getting deeper) and never stopping, almost like you’ve always known how to love him. Like breathing. You just know how to do it without anyone ever teaching you how to–it’s natural and you can’t be without it. Quite literally at that, too.
You’ve never been this secure when it comes to relationships–what with your mostly bad experiences with them and everything–but it’s easy to fall in love with Choi Seungcheol even before he starts loving you back. It’s easy to drown in his eyes and get captivated in his existence. If this is how love is supposed to feel, like a dream you don’t wish to wake up from, then you hope you’ll be stuck in this feeling forever.
That word doesn’t even scare you anymore. Thinking about forever with Seungcheol only brings smiles to your face, even though in your life prior to him it scared the shit out of you due to its uncertainty and the insecurity your head would fuel your head with.
“Why are you smiling to yourself?” Seungcheol interrupts your thoughts, handing you a mug of hot chocolate as he takes his seat next to you. Always right next to you.
“Just… thinking of something.” You try to dismiss the topic, though Seungcheol narrows his eyes at you and demands you to explain.
“Something else?” Oh, that’s the kind of mood that he’s in. You grin at his antics, letting him continue. “Not me?”
On any other day, you would’ve played along and tried to get a reaction out of him, push his buttons and kiss the pout off his face. But there’s something about today that makes you feel a little cheesy, so you look into his eyes and smile, enjoying the confused look he’s sending you because he’s expecting some witty comebacks that you’d always throw his way.
“Always you.” You whisper like it's a secret as you find yourself drowning in the universe reflected in his eyes, holding his gaze as if it's the first time you've ever looked into them. He’s flustered, of course, having not anticipated you to react this way. “I think I can't go a day without thinking about you, really. Can anyone? I personally think we're all here to revolve around you. When you're not around, I cease to exist and kinda just not do anything until you step into my subspace again.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He groans, his palm covers your face in a desperate attempt not to let you see how flustered he actually is at the turn of your words while you simply laugh through his fingers. “I knew you wouldn't just say shit like that.”
“So rude.” You pout at him, knowing how much it annoys him when you do it at times like this. “Can't believe that's how you speak to your girlfriend.”
“You–”
“And they say you make people's hearts flutter. Do they know you're this combative with someone you love?”
“That's not–”
“I've fallen into your trap, haven't I?” You match his usual dramatics, feeling a little annoying as much as you are all soft inside. “I didn't think–”
“Shut. Up.” He repeats, pulls you into his lap, and strangles you into a cuddle because he couldn't ask you like a normal person.
You settle happily into his neck, leaving a kiss on his jaw before he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position. There's a happy hum flowing throughout your body, as if telling you that it's happy that you're where you are. That this is where you belong.
“I really was thinking about you, though.” You continue your prior topic, your tone more calm and relaxed, much like the rhythm of his heartbeat.
It's funny, really. He used to think being in love means butterflies and fireworks, a series of heartbeats skipping through its tempo, or a constant flutter in his stomach. After finding you, he realizes it's not just about that. It's the way he calms at the touch of your fingers, the way his eyes follow you everywhere you might be, the way his heart fucking melts everytime you gazes into his eyes and breaks into a shy smile.
He doesn't get fireworks in his chest when he kisses you. He gets a constant buzz of electricity throughout his body that keeps him afloat.
He doesn't get butterflies in his tummies when he wakes up next to you in the morning. He gets reassurance that this is what he wants to see every morning of his fucking life.
“Yeah?” He kisses the top of your head, asking you to elaborate. “What about me?”
“Do you think we've met before?”
A laugh slips past his lips before he pulls away and looks at you, searching for your face.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, I don't know. In another lifetime?”
Seungcheol blinks, not expecting the conversation to steer this way.
“I feel like I've always known you.” You continue, seemingly lost in your thoughts. “Like I've always known to love you?”
His breath actually stops at your words, his heart beating so hard it echoes all the way to his ears, and his arms tighten around you like a lifeline.
“I wouldn't say it feels like a deja vu. It just feels like… ah, I'm so bad at this. But it feels like I've always meant to love you?”
It takes a while for Seungcheol to manage the words out of his mouth, overwhelmed by his own feelings and how out of nowhere you spur these on him.
“I'm stealing that for our wedding, just so you know.” He says without thinking, and you two spend exactly seven seconds (he counted) looking into each other in flustered bliss, registering what Seungcheol has just said.
“What?” You almost choke on your word, and it's your turn to have your heart beating throughout your entire body.
“What?” He chooses to play stupid, like he didn't just bring up the W word even though it's been his wildest dream since the moment you let him take you home three years ago that feels like, well, another lifetime.
“I–”
“I feel the same, if you're wondering.” He cuts you off, not ready to actually talk about it even though it's simply obvious–dare he says–you'd marry each other. But he doesn't want to talk about it right now, when he's struggling to think straight because of the fuzzy feelings engulfing his entire being. “Like I've always meant to love you.”
Seungcheol could've sworn there are traces of tears in your eyes that you stubbornly and successfully blink away. But he can't tease you about it when he's currently trying to stop his trembling lips to stop himself from fucking crying.
“Perhaps we did meet before.” He suddenly answers your question that starts the discussion to begin with. “In another lifetimes.”
“Lifetimes? Plural?”
“Can't imagine a life where I don't have you by my side, really.”
“Hmm. And in our next one?”
“I'll probably meet you again.”
“Yeah? And what will you do?”
“Sweep you off your feet again, duh.”
“Arrogant bastard.” You grin, though not so opposed to the idea of meeting and loving him again in every single one of your lifetime. “I don't know. I think I'd want to try dating Wonwoo.”
Seungcheol makes a sound from the back of his throat that immediately throws you into a fit of laughter; and before he can say shit and actually get upset about your little joke, you slot your lips into his and shut him up. He's still putting on an act of being upset, but you don't really care because you just know he'd smile into the kiss in a matter of seconds. And when he does, you can't help but return the gesture before you two end up giggling to yourselves for no reason at all.
A/n: it's been a... day for me (and it's not really bc of ww's announcement either) so this piece is a part of my comfort to myself. Hope it brings comfort to you who may need it.
542 words // wonwoo x reader // he just wants to comfort her bc shes having... well, a day.
When it comes to relationships, Wonwoo still has a lot to learn.
He used to be a little too insensitive; not able to read subtle cues and not sure how to comfort someone when they're not in the best mood. It takes quite some time for him to learn the ropes of what to do when you're upset according to why and which level your upsetness is on.
He has learned how to force words out of you–because he also has learned that sometimes he has to force his way to break your walls or he'll lose you to your thoughts.
He has learned how to embrace you just right so you don't feel uncomfortable when his arm goes around your waists or your neck or your hips to pull you closer.
He has learned what makes you blush, what makes you frown, what makes you annoyed, and what makes you pretend to be annoyed even though you're really giddy deep down inside.
What he hasn't learned though, is how to make you see just how much of him you hold between your fingers. How he would do anything and everything under your command. That he one time dreamt of you leaving him and he actually woke up to a cold sweat because it scares him that much.
That he can feel his heart squeezing painfully when you shut down for whatever reason.
He also hasn't learned what would work when you suddenly burst out crying and doesn't seem like you want to talk about it.
“Can I go get you water?” Wonwoo asks softly, his neck wet with your tears. He frowns at that. He can't remember the last time you cried this much.
You shake your head and hold on tighter. There's no space between your body, as if you're seeking for all the warmth he can offer. All the comfort that is his existence.
He exhales your name gently, presses his lips against your hair in hope it helps you somehow.
“I'm sorry, I don't…” you begin to say, your voice muffled against the material of his shirt. “I don't even know what I'm feeling. Not sure why I'm crying.”
To others, it might sound stupid–perhaps a tad bit dramatic. But Wonwoo knows you. He might be dense sometimes. But Wonwoo knows you and he knows this happens sometimes.
He doesn't know that you feel bad about it though.
“Why would you be sorry about how you feel?” He drops his head on top of yours, his hand caressing your hair. “Feelings are never easy to explain.”
“Still…” you sniffle, words failing you once again as fresh tears fall against your cheeks. “I'm crying so much and–”
“Sssh. None of that.” Wonwoo tightens his arms around you, as if to remind you that he's there. Like the fact that you're on his lap doesn't do that already. “You're overwhelmed and that's okay. I don't need your explanation. Just… tell me what I can do to help?”
Wonwoo still has a lot to learn when it comes to relationships. But he doesn't hesitate to ask when it comes to you; what makes you happy and comfortable.
Wonwoo x Reader // 1.7k words // nothing but fluff lol they're idiots
a/n: if you cant tell im absolutely insane abt this wonwoo. 100000% self indulgent and 100% not proofread as always ehe <3 v lowkey inspired also by niki - take a chance with me
He drives me crazy, it's so beyond me
How he'd look at me dead in the eye and stay unaware
Niki - Take A Chance with Me
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Wonwoo has never really been interested in romance.
When he was six and his friends started talking about girls were icky, he couldn't have cared enough to even think about girls in particular.
When he was fourteen and his close cousin who was practically his big brother told him about his first girlfriend, Wonwoo had simply nodded and congratulated him because the older guy looked like he was waiting for it even though he didn't get what's there to congratulate.
When he was seventeen and another cousin got married, he thought a little about what it'd be like to commit yourself for the rest of your life to another person.
Anyhow, now he's twenty seven and still pretty much free from the dating experience.
He just simply couldn't be bothered to try nor was he even curious enough to try.
There's too much risk. Too much things to do. Too many factors to think about. It's too complicated and Wonwoo has never been a fan of complicated.
Sure, the older he gets the more he understands about the attraction and whatnot. But the few dates that he has been on (which he could count with his two hands) was entirely due to his friends setting up with someone and his inability to say no the second time even though he did reject their so-called-help the first time around.
They eventually get the hint and stop setting Wonwoo up on a blind date.
He never sees romance as a necessity and he doesn't feel the need to have a partner, what is there more to say?
“I lost the floor 12 Abyss again.” You pout, half tempted to throw away the joystick in your hands. “I'm never playing this game again, I'm telling you.”
Wonwoo chuckles and tells you to move as he slides next to you, taking the joystick away and getting ready to restart your game.
“You just suck at this.” He teases, not minding your glare because he's way too used to it at this point. “And you say that everytime but here you are, still playing.”
“Shut up.” You pout, both impressed and unimpressed at the way he easily goes through the stages.
“Done.” He grins, all nine shining stars looking back at you.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don't.”
“I do!” You take back the joystick from him and close the window. “You don't even play this game! This is bullshit!”
He laughs under his breath and ruffles your hair, saying something about how he can't help being good at it.
You like that side of Wonwoo, as you often tell him, because people have always said that Wonwoo is quiet–that he doesn't talk a lot and it could be awkward being left alone with him.
And whilst it's not entirely untrue and you've been there too, you also know that Wonwoo is much more than his lack of words.
Wonwoo talks a lot once he's comfortable. You just need to be very patient and understanding about his silence before he gets there.
You… have been plenty patient, amongst other things.
You're patient enough to get where you are even though you've never imagined you'd get here.
Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to be comfortable with you that he doesn't mind inviting you over to his place with no other companies.
Here, meaning being close enough with Wonwoo for him to not mind the fact that you like him and not act weird about it.
Here, meaning being close with Wonwoo despite the fact that you've confessed to him about your feelings but you're still here in his place, right next to him with not a single air of awkwardness between you two.
Turning off the Playstation, you settle on Wonwoo's sofa and decide to scroll through Instagram instead. You sigh, catching his attention, and when he asks you what's wrong, you simply shake your head no.
“What are you sighing about this time?”
This is something that people don't know about Wonwoo either: he prods when it comes to people he cares about.
Granted, he does it exactly three times to see if the other party would relent by then. He does that because that's how he is, he once tells you, because he rarely opens up at the first question but eventually cracks on the third time. That, by the third question, he's already had enough time to consider whether or not he really wants to talk about it.
“Nothing important.” You try to reassure him. “Just silly stuff.”
Wonwoo looks at you pointedly, but you simply smile and turn back to your phone, which he supposes means you don't feel like bringing it up just yet.
He closes his book and puts it on the coffee table, leaning closer to you to see what you're up to.
You wonder if Wonwoo knows what his action means to your poor, poor heart. If he's aware that, as much you said you're cool despite your confession, you still have romantic attractions towards him and confessing doesn't mean you're no longer affected by anything and everything he does.
After watching you go through your phone for a bit, it is quite easy for Wonwoo to realize what might be the core of your problem.
“You're thinking about why you're single again, aren't you?”
Your fingers freeze and so does your entire body, and Wonwoo would've laughed at how surprised you look right now, but he knows you're actually bothered by this problem from time to time though he doesn't exactly understand why.
And for someone who's observative and quite sensitive when it comes to things around him, Wonwoo can be a bit dense, still.
On what kind of universe does he think this topic would be okay to talk about with someone who literally confessed to you and somewhat got rejected though not explicitly?
“I don't want to talk about it.” You whine despite the fast beating of your heart. You honestly don't think you have it in you to talk about this with Wonwoo. At least not just yet.
“Why?”
You look at him, incredulous. “You know why.”
“Because you like me?”
You shrug, not wanting to deny it.
“Can I ask you something?” He asks, voice very gentle and careful.
“What?”
“I'm sorry if this sounds insensitive.” You press your lips together as he starts. At least, he has the conscience to know that. “But… what is it about being in a relationship that appeals so much to you?”
You pause before you answer, wondering what to say. “Do you want me to actually answer that?”
“If you don't mind answering.”
Wonwoo wonders if he makes you uncomfortable by asking such question. But if there's anyone he can ask about this, it can only be you. No one else would answer it in a way that he would understand. No one else would give him the sincerity that you'd give in your answer.
He feels bad knowing you like him and still asking you like this. But he supposes you're both close enough for that discussion, that he doesn't want to let your feelings get in the way of your precious friendship.
Perhaps he's selfish, but he doesn't want to be too conscious when it comes to your relationship with him despite everything.
“I guess it's just the fact that someone's always there for you.” You start, not looking at him even though his gaze is locked at you. “That there's this person who… you can tell everything to, from your secrets to what you feel like eating today. That when you want to do something, you can always run to them first before wondering if anyone else is available. That–”
“But that's already how we are?” He cuts you off.
You stare at him wide-eyed, wondering if it's some kind of prank even though you know he's not that kind of person.
“That's already what I do with you.” He says one more time–more firm and somewhat determined with a hint of confusion. “Why do you think you're in my place so often?”
“I… I– I don't know? You're… bored? And I happen to be free?” You stutter a little, not used to the way he's staring at you.
“I am bored.” He agrees, things suddenly crystal clear in his eyes. “But I'm bored because I don't have you around. And I want you here. That's why I asked all the time if you're available.”
You open your lips to say something–anything, but nothing comes out because your heartbeat is ringing throughout your body right up to your ears.
“You're the only person I send those posts about places I want to visit because I want to visit with you. I don't send them to anyone else. I don't even like going out all that much.”
“I… I don't understand?”
“Are we in a relationship?” He asks rather bluntly, mixing all your feelings together with one single question.
“Wonwoo, I don't think this is how you should go around it–”
“Have we been dating all this time?” He asks one more time, not even seemingly nervous about it.
He looks at you like he's expecting an answer, but how are you supposed to answer that? You've simply been happy that you get to spend time with him. You didn't think for one second that he might be into you despite all the time he asks you to accompany him somewhere and all the time you're alone in his place.
“I've been too oblivious, haven't I?” He concludes by himself, your silence doesn't deter him at all.
He reaches for your cheek, and if he notices how warm your face is, he doesn't mention it. But he caresses the apple of your cheek as he looks at you with the gentlest reflection you've ever seen in his eyes.
“I'm sorry it took me too long.” He whispers, and you bite your lip so hard to hide your smile because you don't want to be too happy before anything's decided. You're not sure what he's trying to say, your head is spinning with thoughts and your heart is beating at an erratic rhythm. “Do you mind… letting me learn a bit more?”
“About what?” You whisper back.
“Being a good boyfriend?” He smiles when you do too, feeling warmth all over his chest at how shy you seem to be. “You know I've never done this before, right? Let me take a chance with you?
You finally let yourself grin at this, no longer able to control the happiness blooming within you at whatever this might mean.
And as you lean your face more into his palm, Wonwoo thinks he's ready to take all the risks that might come together with whatever the future has in store as long as he has you by his side.
⇢ fluff // angst // nonidol!au // brother's best friend // fake dating!au // they're idiots lmao // not edited nor proofread so pls bear w me lol // cursing and. two? kissing scenes.
⇢ A/N: this has been sitting unfinished in my google drive since... either last year or the beginning of this year lmao. i have always wanted to write brother's best friend and i had this sudden urge to finish it earlier so i did. been some time since i posted a proper fic so, enjoy~
He must be dreaming.
He must be.
“What?” Jeonghan says just for the sake of saying it.
“I like you.”
“No, you don’t.”
You blink at his firm voice, wondering what kind of situation this is. Sure, you shouldn’t be confessing to your brother’s best friend, but you feel like you’ve been obvious enough and you don’t see why you shouldn’t confess when it’s been eating you inside out.
And, yeah, you didn’t expect him to do anything about your confession (or even say that he likes you back), but you didn’t expect this either.
“What do you mean I don’t?” you frown, looking at him accusingly. “I like you.”
“You don’t, kid.” He sighs, already feeling a headache coming. He’s not stupid, alright, he has enough sense to gather that his best friend’s little sister probably has something on him–a crush, perhaps, but he’s never thought it was real enough for you to feel the need to confess.
It doesn’t help that he is attracted to you, has always been since you’ve gone back from Sydney after finishing university a year ago. He admits he’s always thought you’re attractive, and if he’s being honest, he would’ve asked you out first if not for the fact that you’re literally Joshua Hong’s little sister.
As if it’s not enough that not dating his best friend’s little sister has always been a code he follows, Shua has always been a little too protective as a brother. He’s seen firsthand how the guy scared off some who had the guts to flirt with you, seen how for two decades only two guys had ever been declared good enough to date you (he couldn’t do anything about the flings you had when you were abroad, but at least you’ve always been appreciative of his protectiveness and you never missed to inform him of some guys who were actually trying to get it on with you).
Long story short, Jeonghan does not wish to be on the receiving end of Shua’s scrutinizing eyes regardless of how much he’s actually into you.
“Look, you know me,” he starts when he realizes you’re not backing down. He looks away, pretending to be frustrated, though it’s really just because he thinks he’ll relent if he looks into your eyes a second longer. “I’m not gonna make a good boyfriend and I’m literally your brother’s best friend.”
You don’t seem to care about the first part of his sentence, irked by the fact that him being best friend with Shua would be an obstacle in your way. Shouldn’t it be easier for him to get a seal of approval if he’s already close with your brother? But, then again, Shua probably knows Jeonghan inside out and knowing too much is never a good thing.
“So what?” you say anyway, because if there’s any word that would describe you perfectly, it’s ‘stubborn’. “Why does it matter that you’re his best friend?”
Jeonghan sends you a look, and you pout because you actually get what he means. You know Shua, after all, and as much as you want to condition yourself to believe that Jeonghan would be the person Shua approves of with all his heart, you also know that even if your brother actually approves, he would put him through hell just for the fun of it.
Anyway, this doesn’t tell you at all where Jeonghan actually stands about you.
“So, you don’t like me?” you shoot straight to it, as if Jeonghan wouldn’t be able to hear your heart beating like there’s no tomorrow if he takes even one step closer–as if your ears aren’t hot from saying it out loud. Jeonghan does not need to know how flustered you actually are.
And it works, because he seems to be taken aback by your boldness and you try your best to hide a victory grin at that. You should probably be more grateful that he can’t stand to look at you for more than three seconds; if he had, he would’ve seen the tip of your ears turning red and the speck of blush on your face, which means he could’ve easily taken control of the situation and turned it against you.
His silence encourages you, because if he really doesn’t like you then he would tell you so. As much as Jeonghan is a master of tricks and he’s great at acting, he’s never been good at hiding his feelings.
Jeonghan bites his lip, trying to get a way out of this. Why can’t he just say no and be done with it? Sure, he’s not in love with you or anything (yet?), but it’s a straight out lie to say he’s never seen you that way.
After all, there’s a reason why he’s been avoiding you the past few months.
You just have to be more daring these days, and as much as he wills himself to behave, there are times when he’s already flirting with you before he knows it. He’s just lucky Shua has never caught you two.
Plus, you’ve taken a liking to wearing a crop top and it’s the absolute death of him.
“Tell you what,” you say before he does. “Date me.”
Jeonghan chokes on nothing, violently coughs that his shoulders are shaking and you actually need to pat his back so he’ll calm down.
“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly, and he’s terribly conscious of your hand on his shoulder and the other on his arm, of the way your brows furrow in concern, of the way your lips are a little ajar and if he moves forward just a little–
“Yeah.” He shakes his head despite the word, then clears his throat and squares his shoulders before he looks the other way around. He doesn’t step away though, and it’s so fucking stupid that he frowns when you do. “Sorry. You were saying?”
“Date me.” You repeat anyway, though you know this is Jeonghan’s way of giving you an out in case you want to pretend like you didn’t just say that earlier. He opens his mouth, and you can hear what he’s going to say even if he hasn’t said anything so you cut him yet again. “Just for one day.”
“Kid–”
“Stop,” you say firmly, something akin to determination flashes through your eyes that he’s actually taken aback. “Stop calling me that.”
He sighs out your name, but you’re not hearing it because if you back down now you know you won’t have it in you to say this out loud again. You’re fueled by nothing but impulse and you’re not going to let Yoon Jeonghan himself slow you down.
“Han, I see the way you look at me–you’ve gone past seeing me as a kid since I came back from Sydney and it’s been a year since then. I’m not stupid.”
It’s hard to describe the way he looks at you, and he’s not blaming you because he is confused. The mixed feelings bursting in his chest is much too complicated for him to explain. Let alone through words, even his consciousness does not know how to register what he’s feeling.
Your face falls at his silence, and whatever courage that drives you up to this point is starting to ebb little by little. You’re so goddamn stupid–did you really think confessing to him would lift the weight off your shoulders? What made you think Jeonghan would be able to treat you as usual after you confessed?
Didn’t you confess only because it’s heaving you down? Because you thought you’d regret it if you stayed silent?
Then what is this weight on your chest?
What is this disappointment looming all over your body?
Why the fuck are your eyes pricking with tears?
Still, you stand your ground and square yourself up in front of him. You’ve gone this far. If you’re going to be embarrassing, might as well do it for a reason.
“Okay,” he breaks his silence, his tone defeated for whatever reason. It’s not discouraging though, more like unsure and maybe a little hopeful, and when you look up, he’s biting his lip in contemplation. “Just one day, right?”
“But you have to actually treat me like I’m your girlfriend.” You push, heart beating both in excitement and fear. Because what if he backs out of nowhere? He’s not that kind of person, but this situation is nothing sort of normal and his consciousness just might get to him if you don’t push him already.
Jeonghan bites his lip, looking at you like you’re a bad idea that he’s caving into. And he’s starting to think that it’s true. But if he’s being honest, he’s not against this at all. He also wants to know how it’d feel like to hold your hands and just listen to you talk without thinking about Shua and whatever that will follow if he ever finds out.
Frankly, one day wouldn’t be enough, but that’s better than nothing, right? And he would never have the guts to propose it himself, he admits, so this is a chance that he knows he wouldn’t get his hands on ever again.
He sighs, praying to every god up there that this won’t backfire on him.
“Okay,” he whispers, more to himself than to you, and then repeats it once again, this time firmer, looking at you straight in the eyes. “Shua’s going on a business trip next week, right?”
You nod.
“I’ll see you next Saturday?”
You bite down your lip so hard that you taste blood to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.
Tuesday, 26 July
[14:32] Yoon Jeonghan😠: beach or amusement park
[14:50] ?????
[14:50] its not a surprise?
[14:54] Yoon Jeonghan😠: just pick one, kid
[14:55] 🙄 beach ig
Thursday, 28 July
[01:11] Yoon Jeonghan😠: festival or night market
[01:12] ?????? sir?? go to sleep??
[01:12] didnt you choose a place alrd???
[01:12] but night market
[01:13] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you go to sleep
Yoon Jeonghan😠 is typing…
…
Yoon Jeonghan😠 is typing…
[01:17] Yoon Jeonghan😠: good night, kid
[01:18] nightttttt
Friday, 29 July
[22:20] Yoon Jeonghan😠: wear something light tomorrow, but bring a jacket just in case it gets cold at night
Saturday, 30 July
[00:03] k, boyfriend 😌
[00:03] sorry, i was on the phone with chaeyoung earlier
[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: i really cant with you
[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: and chaeyoung as in vernon’s cousin? your friend from high school?
[00:07] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you still talk to her?
[00:08] yes!! surprised that u rmb her :0
[00:08] and i actually just met her by accident earlier today and we decided to catch up thru the phone bc i had to go somewhere
[00:09] apparently, she’s dating choi seungcheol or smth 👀
Incoming call from Yoon Jeonghan😠 - 00:11
Call ended - 02:27
[02:27] Yoon Jeonghan😠: you fell asleep. night, babe 🤪 see you
You bite your lip in giddiness as you keep on rereading Jeonghan’s text, like you’re not giddy enough already at the prospect of today.
You fell asleep last night while on the phone with Jeonghan, but whatever curse you were about to dump into yourself for falling asleep during what might be your only chance to be on the phone with Jeonghan during ungodly hours was immediately wiped out when you saw his text.
Yes, you’d flirt with each other from time to time–but never through texts, and the prospect of having a message from him that you can read over and over again some time in the future is both delightful and… sad.
The sudden tug on your heart and consciousness is a little heavy, a reminder that he’s doing that because you asked him to. That whatever’s happening in the span of today is an illusion, one that Jeonghan agrees on creating.
Why, you don’t want to dwell on it too much.
That should be your motto for the day: fuck it.
So what if it was an illusion? Jeonghan agreed and you’re going to make the best out of it. If you’re never going to be Jeonghan’s girlfriend, might as well be shameless and live your teenage (and adult, if you’re being honest) dream and be his girlfriend for the day now so you can stamp it in your memory. You only have today and you’re not going to spend any second thinking about the technicality of it.
As far as you know, Jeonghan is your boyfriend and he’s taking you out for the day.
You jump when your phone pings, the notification on your lockscreen rids you of whatever negativity that was in your mind literally seconds ago as you grin and make your way out of your apartment.
[09:17] Yoon Jeonghan😠: am in the lobby. get ur pretty self here, angel.
For all you know, the world is plenty unfair. But seeing Jeonghan looking like that with a simple white tee and a faded pair of jeans reminds you just how unfair the world actually is. Like it’s not unfair enough already because he’s not your actual boyfriend.
“Come on, let me take a picture of you,” he says as he softly takes your hand, pulling you up from the mat. “The wind isn’t too strong and you’re looking particularly pretty today.”
You scrunch your nose as you mock annoyance, a failed attempt to mask your blush. Hopefully, Jeonghan would think you’re simply flushed because of the sun and not because of him.
“I don’t like taking pictures.”
“How dare you lie to me.” Jeonghan says without missing a beat. “I know you make Shua take a ton shit pictures of you when you’re out somewhere.”
You pout at this, and as much as you know Jeonghan doesn’t mean anything by it, the mention of your brother isn’t exactly welcome today because his name just reminds you that this isn’t real and he’s a big part of the reason why.
“Can you not talk about my brother?” You say softly, which Jeonghan easily catches even if he’s not sure you mean for him to hear or not. The sadness in your voice is genuine though, and he makes a mental note to stop mentioning Joshua for the rest of the day. He’s starting to question once again if this is the right thing to do even for a day–after all, Joshua is his best friend, and this particular conversation is the exact reason why he’s not supposed to do this.
But he’s promised you he’ll treat you like his girlfriend–perhaps another personal agenda of his because he does want to experience being able to be your boyfriend even for a day. He should’ve thought more before okay-ing your proposal instead of thinking about it right now when you’re in front of him, in a simple white shirt and a black skirt that stops just below the middle of your thigh but somehow still the prettiest he’s ever seen.
He wonders if this is how you usually dress up for your dates, and something bitter makes it to the tip of his tongue as he thinks about someone else taking you on a date.
“Sorry. Come on, let’s take a picture together.” His fingers wrap around your wrist to pull you closer before eventually linking them with yours. “You’re very pretty today, have I told you?”
“You have.” You scrunch your nose and pretend to roll your eyes at the sudden sweetness he basks you in even though you’re liking every second of it. “Literally one minute ago.”
“Well, you really do look very beautiful and I want you to know.” He lowers his voice an octave and stares right into your eyes before he eventually bursts out laughing.
“Stop!” You giggle, knowing that he’s doing this on purpose to annoy you. “That’s too fucking cheesy and you know it.”
He laughs along with you, then tightens his fingers in yours like they’re not interlocked already.
“I mean it though.” He whispers one last time, not looking at you this time around because his heart might fucking burst to say it to your face without the faux of messing with you. “You do look beautiful.”
At least you share the sentiment, as you quietly duck your head to hide your smile, whispering a thanks that’s only meant for the two of you.
Jeonghan keeps his end of the bargain, you’re happy to know, as you don’t even think about your brother and the pretense that is your relationship for the rest of the day. You freely flirt with each other, cheeky smile and winks being thrown here and there. His hands never seem to leave you, and you gladly cling on to him even if you don’t need to.
You get ice cream, insist that you want the plain strawberry one only to eventually switch with Jeonghan’s cookies and creams because his looks better. He plays hard to get before giving in to you, but not before swiping ice cream from the side of your lips and licks his thumb like that shit isn’t going to give you a heart attack.
It’s around seven when you both get to the night market not too far from the beach, and you’re both even gigglier than earlier which you didn’t think was possible. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but you’re the furthest thing from complaining as you continue at whatever dumb jokes Jeonghan throws your way.
The night market isn’t as crowded as you think it would be, but it still is crowded and Jeonghan makes a show of throwing his arm around your shoulder because he ‘doesn’t want to lose you’ and you seem a little cold (which you kinda are).
You elbow him at this, shake your head and pretend like you’re not internally dying from the closeness between the two of you.
“That’s so lame.” You snicker. “Just say you want me close and go.”
“I do want you close.” He whispers unexpectedly, catching you entirely off guard that you trip on your own foot you almost fall on your face. He doesn’t seem to realize you tripped because you’re flustered, which works good for you, and he flicks your forehead as he scolds you to be more careful and goes back to holding your hand.
“Seriously. How are you still so clumsy?”
You don’t like being reprimanded by Jeonghan, because it awfully reminds you that you’re younger than him–that you’re his best friend’s little sister. And as much as you know Jeonghan definitely does not see you as a sister, the implication that he has to see you as one because of the association is very disheartening.
“Why are you frowning?” He copies the gesture, and you shake your head, telling him it’s nothing. The night is ending, and you don’t want to waste more time thinking about stuff that you can think of tomorrow when you’re not in a time limited relationship with Yoon Jeonghan. “No, tell me–”
“Jeonghan?”
The both of you turn at the call of his name, and your frown deepens as you see Jisoo in front of you, Jeonghan’s ex that he amicably broke up with. The one ex that has always made you feel like shit because she’s everything you’re not and they were such a picture perfect couple that you’re sure they’d go back together someday.
It does not feel good to see her today of all days.
“Oh, hi!” She kindly greets you, her smile way too genuine for you to think she’s just being polite and secretly hates you inside. Gosh. You need to stop watching too many TV dramas. “Joshua’s sister… right?”
There it is again. The reminder that you’re his sister–something you really don’t need to hear today.
“Hi.” You smile awkwardly, and only then remember your hand is still pretty much joined with Jeonghan’s. You don't know how to feel about the fact that his reflex is not to let go of your hand in front of his ex who obviously knows your brother. You try to let go of his hand, but Jeonghan holds on tighter, as if telling you it’s okay and there’s no need to worry about Jisoo.
They share a small chat for a bit before eventually parting, and Jisoo wishes you both a good night, which makes you hate yourself so much for being jealous of the girl when she doesn’t even have an ounce of bad energy towards you.
You try to enjoy the rest of the night, but Jisoo’s appearance just reminds you that this whole thing is pretty much fake. That someone out there is going to be in your place for real–able to hold his hand and just be with him all the time without having to wait for your brother to go on a business trip to even hang out with each other. Without some stupid request and guilt eating them inside out because they’re not supposed to do this.
Trying to be subtle, you put on an act of wanting to visit every stall in the festival and pretend to be tired after about thirty minutes or so. You’re surprised Jeonghan isn’t already tired to begin with, this guy has the battery of a five-years-old phone, you didn’t expect him to actually bring you around until night if you’re being completely honest.
Jeonghan complies when you tell him you’re ready to go home, and you don’t even realize he’s also being weirdly quiet because you’re too deep in your thoughts. And it’s once his car is parked on the parking lot of your apartment building that you finally open your mouth trying to say something–anything.
You want to thank him for today. To thank him for making a memory that you’ll dearly hold on to, for giving you a standard of what a boyfriend is supposed to be even for a day. For fulfilling your dumb request when he doesn’t even have to.
But what comes out of your mouth is something entirely different and you almost want to bash your head against the door of his car right after.
“Whoever’s going to be your girlfriend is very lucky.”
You can hear Jeonghan takes a sharp breath, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from crying because you’re just so fucking stupid like that.
You try to remind yourself that you asked for this. That Jeonghan is doing you a favour and owes you nothing. That you should be thankful you’ve even gotten the chance to play girlfriend with him when he could’ve just embarrassed you and walked away after your proposal.
The deafening silence inside the car is very loud, and you feel like you’re suffocated by things unseen that you just want to get out of the car and take a very deep breath. So you do just that: reach for the door of his car because you can’t take being so close to him anymore.
It’s your fault. You shouldn’t have asked for this. Shouldn’t have asked for a taste of heaven because surely you would want more and you’ll die of thirst right after. Now you’re just going to be awkward with him until god knows when and you’re regretting it already. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You should’ve been satisfied with your close friendship with him, with loving him from afar. Now you’ve ruined things between you and him and who knows when things will get back to normal? He’ll fucking think of you as pathetic and it’s just going to be pity in his eyes everytime he looks at you now.
“Hey!” Jeonghan jumps in alert the moment you step out of his car, quickly follows through and catches you before you take another step away from him. “What–why are you in such a hurry?”
You look down to your shoes, because you can’t stomach looking at him right now just in case you’ll see what you fear will be reflected in his eyes.
“Hey… Look at me?” He tries once again, tone getting a little helpless. But you shake your head, because you’re sure you’ll start crying if you do and you want to preserve the little dignity you still have in front of him. But Jeonghan doesn’t stop there, he whispers a ‘please?’ and lifts your chin gently so you’ll look at him, his heart breaking when he sees how close you are to tears and his throat closing at how he’s the reason behind all this.
“Thank you.” You brave yourself. It’s the least you can do, because as much as you’re going to grovel for the next few months, you know that this particular memory with Jeonghan will always be dear to your heart and you’ll treasure it forever. “I’m sorry for taking your time and–”
“Ah, fuck it.” You hear him say before he dives into your lips, not minding the way you’re frozen in place out of shock. He hums against your lips, and it’s then that you finally kiss him back, your hands settle over his shoulders and your whole body relaxed under his touch.
When the both of you pull away, you’re a little out of breath and your thoughts all over the place. But there’s a small smile in Jeonghan’s face that gets you mirroring the gesture. He closes his eyes as he places his forehead on yours, and you follow suit, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face.
“It’s… okay for me to do that, right?” He asks, albeit a little too late. You still don’t know what the whole things mean, but you find yourself chuckling, because you honestly would let him do anything to you. But he doesn’t need to know the kind of power he has over you, so you simply nod and let him have his peace.
“Han?” You say after a while. “What does this mean for us?”
Jeonghan stares into your eyes, deep in his own thoughts as if he’s trying to rearrange his words so they don’t stumble out of his mouth like a trainwreck.
“Let’s see where this takes us?”
“But Shua…?”
He presses his lips together and wraps his arms around you, pushing you into his neck as he breathes in your scent.
“Whatever happens, happens.” He decides, already resigning that he can’t possibly let you go now that he knows how it feels like to have you like this. He’ll make your brother understand somehow, but right now, he wants to be with you and savors the little time he has with you before your brother comes back, not even minding the way his phone has been vibrating in his pocket.
[Joshua sent a picture.]
Joshua: heard from Jisoo you’re on a date w my sister??????????????????
Joshua: did you finally get out of your ass and stop being in denial lmaoooooooooooooo
when you're fighting and jeonghan takes things a little too far.
A/n: just some random words vomit. As always, idk what this is🫶🏻
You don't like fighting with Jeonghan because of obvious reasons. Then again, who actually likes fighting with their significant other?
But you don't like fighting with Jeonghan because it's eerie silence and cold shoulders. It's you two, the most hard headed people on the planet trying to outlast the other. It's a battle of pride and it always ends with you eventually giving in to his apology regardless of how upset you actually are.
Of course there are times when you're in the wrong. But you apologize pretty quickly when it's on you, unlike Jeonghan who deems it necessary to fight first and apologize later when you're even more upset than you initially were for obvious reasons.
You always give in because you love him and you don't like the fact that you're not talking to him.
Apparently, Jeonghan is a little too comfortable with that fact and he may have taken you a little for granted, pushing your buttons further even when you have sternly told him that you're not comfortable with the fact that he's meeting up with his ex-girlfriend that he dated for five long years–which is more time than the entirety of the period you've known Jeonghan to begin with.
Perhaps it comes from a place of insecurity. But the ex texts him out of nowhere at one in the morning, pretty much sober from the way she has texted him, and he’s ready to just okay-ed her invitation to join her in some pub because, apparently, she sounds sad and it seems like she needs someone to talk to. That he worries she might be by herself at this hour because, according to the information that you don't fucking need, she tends to be reckless at ungodly hours.
You offer to go with him, understanding where his worries might come from and is actually glad that he knows the world isn't kind to unsuspecting women, even more at these hours. A little proud also that he's trying to do something about it.
But Jeonghan, for some reason unknown to you, decides that you coming with him wouldn't be necessary. And the talk spirals much too far away to the point where he's annoyed and he's giving you an attitude about you not trusting him and et cetera et cetera.
"Fine." You give up, resigning yourself to the ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach. You can't even look at Jeonghan right now. You don't understand why the two of you are even fighting about this. Is it that important for him to go see his ex? Or are you really being as unreasonable as Jeonghan is trying to make you be? But you're upset and apparently that's not enough for Jeonghan to relent. "Whatever. Go if that's what you want."
"What–" He doesn't even get to finish his sentence, because you already turn away to return into your shared room, not minding whatever he might have to say. You never do this, and as much as it pains him to admit that he might've taken things a little too far, he didn't realize that it is to the point where you'll retort to this.
You don't even look up when he calls you, doesn't try to listen to whatever he has to say and simply acts like he doesn't exist. You'd usually at least react to what he has to say, but right now you don't even look like you're upset, which scares him even more.
He's been on the receiving ends of your silent treatments, which he actually admits is on him, but you would usually still look at him, still look like you're listening to him. Which is how he's always been able to make you forgive him.
He knows what to do when you're annoyed, when you're sad and upset. But this?
This is a new territory that he doesn't know how to thread. He'd usually ignore you back, a little too prideful and too childish to admit that he's wrong. But he can tell that this isn't like the usual silent treatment you've given him before.
Fine. A single word that's not fine at all and still rings in his head right now because you never sound like that.
Like you're done with him.
"Baby, please…"
You continue to ignore him, playing with your phone and obviously texting someone that he hopes isn't about him.
"I'm… I'm not going, okay? I'm sorry." He admits in record time. "I don't even… I'm sorry. I don't want to give excuses. I've upset you and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."
Jeonghan sees your fingers pause, which at least he presumes means you're listening to him. He kneels beside you on the bed, glad that you're not rejecting his presence. He reaches for your fingers, and you let him as he cradles them inside his palms and takes a deep breath.
"Don't…" He exhales before he opens his eyes, catching yours and breathes the next words like it's a secret. "Don't let go of me?"
"What?" You ask, startled and caught off guard at the sudden change of topic. "Where did you even get the idea? Han, I'm not breaking up with you."
"You just…" You pull his fingers, asking him to sit next to you on the bed which he immediately complies to. He buries himself in your neck almost immediately, and suddenly it's you comforting him instead of the other way around. "You sound done with me and I can't get that out of my head."
You sigh, your fingers combing through his hair to calm him down.
when mingyu takes jungkook's advice but forgets about one (1) thing
fluff // idol!au // mingyu is dumb in love // sex implied but this drabble is nothing but fluff!!!!!
It's three in the morning when Mingyu turns on the live.
He's still high on adrenaline for some reason; the whole day has been great and not one single thing went wrong even though some schedules got him worried at first. His meals were all exactly to his liking, his exercise went like a breeze, and he got to see you.
Perhaps the last one is what makes him so high. After all, it's been a little over a month since he saw you and finally being able to see you and feel you... gosh it was the closest feeling he would describe as euphoric.
You're currently sleeping in his room, blisfully unaware that your boyfriend has turned on his live just one room away.
"Hi." He grins and waves at the camera. "If you remember I told you some time ago that I'd start listening to a certain senior... here I am."
He fixes his hoodie over his head, happy that the fans seem happy with his wardrobe: a grey sleeveless hoodie with nothing underneath.
"I look like your boyfriend?" His grins widen, his mind flying to you. "Your boyfriend must be very handsome then."
"Hmmm, why do I look happy when it's 3 in the morning? Why? Am I not allowed to be happy at this hour?" He comes closer to his screen to look at the comments. "I'm not drunk! But I might’ve had a liiiiittle bit of alcohol earlier."
The live continues on like that, and between all the crazy things he's seen Jungkook did, he's starting to see why the guy is fond of doing lives at this hour. As an idol, he's usually wide awake at ungodly hours, and even though he knew the company and Seungcheol would have his head tomorrow, he can't be bothered to care at this moment.
He's blaming it on the alcohol too. But by the time he even remotely considers something might go very wrong, he's having too much fun with his fans and he's way too drunk on the happy feeling from everything that has happened during the past 24 hours.
"It's okay. If I get scolded then I get scolded." He addresses the fans' concerns. "They probably won't reupload this so consider this a present for all of you here, okay? Let's have fun while we're at it."
"Mmmmh. Is there nothing fun? Tell me something fun." He frowns as he squints at his screen, trying to read through the comments.
"What I'm wearing underneath this?" He grins teasingly and tugs the neck of his hoodie. "What do you think?"
It's seconds later that the comment section goes crazy, and he blinks in confusion, trying to see why people are screaming. It doesn't help that no one gives him any context until he finally catches one single comment that gets his heart beating so loud he can hear it on his ears.
Was that hickey on your collarbone???
He continues to play stupid, answers some questions that he made up in his mind while pretending to look for one in the comment sections, stays on live for another five minutes before he says he's starting to get sleepy so he needs to go.
He stares into space for a good ten minutes after he turns off the live.
He's fucked.
He's so fucked.
How the fuck is he going to explain this to the company and all of his members tomorrow? At least he's actually been considering going public with you for quite some time, have talked about it with his members and the company also, but this isn't how he imagined it would be.
Biting his lip, he's too lost in his thoughts to realize you've stepped out of your room, looking a little lost also, wondering why he's in the living room.
"Why are you not in bed?" You ask adorably, rubbing your eyes as you plop on the sofa besides him. "And why is your phone propped like that?"
His arm wraps around you and pulls you to his chest, already imagining not having to hide you away anymore after whatever hurricane that will pass tomorrow.
But.
First thing first.
"Babe." He squeezes your shoulder, already feeling sorry at your sleepy hum because he's sure you won't be sleepy after this. But whatever, imagining his future self showing you off to everyone is going to be worth it.
He grins when you look up in confusion, the dangerous grin that you know is up for trouble.
