One Hour. Thirty Minutes.
Request: Hi <3 i love all your scenarios and stories. can you do one where bobby works up the courage to ask you out. thank you ^~^!
Word Count: 2262
Genre: Fluff ofc
“Y/n’s coming over?” Jiwon’s eyes widened when he overheard the boys talking about you casually as he entered the living room. Hanbin replied with only a smirk, considering that the question was directed at him.
“Why? Do you want her to come over?” Jinhwan asked, acting genuinely unaware but knowing the answer. Everyone knew the answer. Even you knew the answer and you weren’t even present. Jiwon shrugged,
“yeah I guess.” He mumbled. Donghyuk let out a laugh along with Chanwoo,
“it’s so obvious that you like her! I’m sure even she knows it.” Donghyuk laughed, saying what everyone was thinking.
“Just ask her out already” Junhoe spoke up in a bit of annoyed tone, being impatient with Jiwon’s inability to just do it. Jiwon had been contemplating about finally asking you out on a date for a few weeks now. Every time he got close to trying, he just couldn’t bring himself too. Jiwon is usually quite confident with girls, at least when he knows that the girl likes him back. You make it pretty clear that you like him back, the next step would be you having to literally shout in his face that you like him and think he’s cute. He has a feeling that you might like him but there’s something different about you to him. You have this presence that makes him feel different, weaker. It doesn’t feel good, but it doesn’t feel bad either. When you’re not around he’s bored and thinking about when he can see you again; and when you are around he’s nervous and wondering how and when he is finally going to work up the courage to ask you out and what you would say.
“Yeah just do it. It’s not like she’ll say no. Well she might...but what are the chances?” Yunhyeong said once Jiwon didn’t reply, being too caught up in his thoughts, earning an amused snicker from the other members. Jiwon rolled his eyes at their inability to be serious for more than two minutes.
“Yeah I want to...but I just can’t. It’s weird. I don’t want to talk about it.” He admitted, slumping himself down on the couch.
“Well if you don’t ask her out today, we’ve all agreed that we’re telling her that you really like her and want to take her out on a date.” Chanwoo smiled sweetly. Jiwon’s body automatically sat up straight, startled at the maknae’s words.
“You wouldn’t.” He snarled,
“we would. And we will.” Chanwoo smiled again before getting up to leave the room before he was attacked. Jiwon looked around the room and all the boys looked at him with smiling faces, confirming that what Chanwoo said was indeed true.
“We are doing it because we care about your happiness. And her happiness. Imagine her just waiting for you to make the first mood. Poor y/n. She must be feeling so disappointed” Junhoe let out a dramatic sigh and placed his head on his hand, being overly theatrical as usual. Jiwon was about to speak, but he was interrupted by the doorbell. Donghyuk turned his head and smiled at him, just how Chanwoo had done before.
“Looks like our y/n is here.” He smiled before pointing to the clock which read 7 p.m. “You have until 8:30. 1 hour. 30 minutes.” Donghyuk’s voice became darker, with a hint of finality in it. Jiwon gasped, the doorbell rang again.
“8:30? Donghy-!” Jiwon began to protest but Donghyuk was already making his way to the door. Jiwon got up immediately and practically ran to his room like a child scared of some kind of monster, leaving the boys in a fit of laughter. He threw his body on his bed and hugged his pillow, unconsciously pouting. He heard your squeals of the members name and your laughter. He didn’t even notice he was smiling when he heard you ask for him. He checked the time on his phone. He had 1 hour and 20 minutes remaining.
“Is Jiwon-ah ill? Where is he?” You asked Hanbin as you walked past Jiwon’s room towards the kitchen to get some water. Hanbin shrugged,
“he’s fine. I think he’s just tired. He’ll come out when he knows that you’re here. I’ll go and check on him.” Hanbin quickly left you. You were greeted with a suspicious looking Chanwoo, drinking water.
“Chanwoo-sshi” you smiled cheerfully at the boy. He smiled back when you went over to give him a high five and a small hug. You got a glass so you could get some water.
“How are you? You haven’t come over in ages.” He asked, taking your cup and getting some water for you.
“I’m good. Just busy. How are you? How’s Jiwon?” Chanwoo grinned when he heard you mention Bobby’s name.
“It’s so obvious that you like him y/n. Why don’t you just ask him out?” Just as he said that Jinhwan walked in and grinned - just like Chanwoo had done.
“Because...it’s not that simple...” you began,
“he likes you. You like him. Just do it.” Jinhwan took the glass of water that Chanwoo had put on the table, unaware that it was for you but you didn’t care about the water anymore.
“Yes, but guys...I don’t know. It’s weird. He makes me feel weird...but a good weird...?” you sighed, “you wouldn’t understand.”. What they did understand was that you were feeling the exact way that Jiwon was. And what was annoying was that you both were too stubborn and scared to come out to each other.
“Well if you don’t ask him out by 8:30 I’m personally telling him that you have crush of him and keep a picture of him on your bedside table.” Chanwoo smiled. You almost choked,
“what? That’s a lie!” You whined,
“so… you don’t have a crush on him?” Jinhwan questioned
“Well I do… but I don’t have...” Chanwoo interrupted with a clap,
“there it is then. You only have bit more than an hour before Jiwon knows the truth, and the whole truth.” Chanwoo grinned and left the room, leaving you looking at Jinhwan with an expression of absolute horror.
“Jinh-” you tried to say but Jinhwan just shrugged and smiled.
“There’s nothing I can do y/n. Just tell him!” Jinhwan left you in the kitchen alone, with a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. They couldn’t be serious.
You’d spent the last 45 minutes harassing and arguing with Chanwoo, trying to get him to stop this stupidity, but he didn’t budge. Not even a bit. When Hanbin came out of Jiwon’s room you ran over to him and reported Chanwoo to him for being “mean and unfair” to which Hanbin just laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
“Just do it? Why are you so scared? It’s so obvious that you guys like each other.” Is all he said, and you’re sure that all the other members had said the exact same thing. You whined and sighed and groaned and whined some more but there was no use. You had to do this.
“Just tell her how you feel. What’s the worst that could happen? She likes you, you know that she likes you. You’re Kim Jiwon. Bobby. You got this.” Jiwon prepped himself, looking in the mirror and talking directly at his reflection. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and nodded. Ready to do what he had to do. Hanbin had just gave him the most motivational pep talk, telling him that this was possibly his only chance because you’re a pretty girl and loads of other boys like you too. Jiwon hates the thought of you being with someone who isn’t him. He grabbed his top from his bed and threw it on; excited, nervous...but ready. He looked into the mirror one last time and pointed at his reflection. There was a small knock on his door, almost as if the knock was an accident or done deliberately quietly so that there would be no answer.
“Come in” he called out to the person behind the door. The door slowly inched open and Jiwon smiled immediately when you popped your head round the door and gave him an award-winning grin.
“Y/n. How are you?” He hid his nervousness well, unlike you who awkwardly walked in and shut the door behind you - giving him an excuse to ask why you were acting weird. But Jiwon was too distracted by his own thoughts to notice your newly found shyness.
“I’m fine. Are you ill? Why are you just staying in your room all day?” You asked, not coming closer to give him a hug like you usually do. You just stood close to the door. He didn’t even notice. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly,
“I’m fine. I just...” he paused, figuring that he should just get straight the point to get this over with. His palms were getting sweaty and his room was getting hotter by the second. He went over to open the window and then came over to you. He looked at you in the eyes and smiled, anxious - trying to figure out what kind of mood you were in. He just stood there staring at you, it wasn’t awkward, it was nice. You guys were barely alone together so this was something that made the butterflies in your tummy swarm around restlessly. He walked backwards, taking you along with him - still holding your hands- to beside the window. You prayed that he wouldn’t notice how sweaty your palms were getting. “I need to tell you something y/n.” He told you, you noticed how he took a deep breath before speaking. You nodded, deciding that what you needed to tell him could wait seeing as what he wanted to say seemed so important.
“I’m listening” you smiled, urging him to go on. He looked nervous now, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes on yours. He let out a small chuckle, thinking to himself about how stupid he was being.
“I’ve just been practising this in the mirror for the past thirty minutes. I don’t know why I can’t say it.” He mumbled, loud enough for you to hear. He removed his hands from yours and placed one of them behind his neck. He took another deep breath and concluded that it was now or never. “Y/n. I think that you’re really amazing. You’re beautiful, smart, funny and you make me so happy.” He paused, trying to figure out what you were taking from what he was saying but your face blankly stared at his. What he didn’t know was that you could not believe that these words were coming out of his mouth. “In short, I really like you y/n. And not just as a friend. I really, really, really like you. And I want to be with you. I want to be able to hug and kiss you whenever I want, and call you when I’m having a bad time, and have your voice be the last I hear before I go to sleep.” He stopped, your face giving him no liable response. He waited for you to say something but you only looked at him in silence. He felt even more nervous at the thought that you didn’t even like him like that. “You don’t have to answer now...you can text me later I guess...but it would...” he was cut off by your lips attacking his. You pulled away before looking at the startled expression on his face and laughing.
“Are you being serious right now Jiwon? Did Chanwoo tell you that you had 1 hour and 30 minutes to tell me that? Because that’s what he did to me! I just came in here to tell you that I like you and...” Jiwon placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him, so that there was no gap between your bodies. He brought his face irresistibly close to yours. He gave you a small kiss before kissing you properly, wasting no time to fully circle his arms around your waist and kiss you harder. He felt your smile against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt his lips draw away from yours,
“I won. I asked first.” He smirked at you,
“it wasn’t a competition!” You frowned at him playfully, not liking the thought of losing. He smiled, about to return his lips to yours until you both turned your heads at the sound of mumbling and giggling at the door. You turned your heads to look at each other with the same knowing expression. He took your hand and lead you to the door. He quickly pulled it open.
“I think they’re kissing!” Hanbin said to the boys to other boys surrounding the door with humour laced in his voice. He let out a high-pitched squeal when he noticed the open door. They all tried to scurry away but you caught Chanwoo by the ear.
“Yah! Jung Chanwoo! Where do you think you’re going?” You tugged on his ear, deriving a whine and an ow ow ow from him as you dragged him towards the kitchen so you could attack him even more.
“I’m sorry! Y/n! Ow! Please! Stop!” Chanwoo screams elicited a loud laugh from Jiwon as he made his way to the kitchen, to watch what kind of punishment his girlfriend was giving his younger member. He beamed at the thought of finally being able to call you that. Y/n, his girlfriend.
Hope you liked this anon x.
Hopefully I’ll be posting again soon ;).