Genre: Fluff, a little angst
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“You aren’t asleep right?”
But then you heard His soft snores across the line. You looked up in disbelief and sighed dramatically. You groaned in annoyance rolling onto your back. You both were screwed now. About 3 to 4 hours had accumulated since you started working on this assignment together, and here you were with about less than half of it complete and your only hope asleep.
“SUNGW-“ you cut yourself short when the crappy, lagging laptop camera was bumped and showing him with a peaceful look and fluffy hair shadowing his face.
He looked really cute like that and you would feel bad for waking him. He did try to stay awake at least.
“Ugh forget it,” you say sitting up, “I guess we’ll just fail together.”
“I am so so sorry,” he repeated for the 15th time that morning, “I tried so hard to-“
“Sungwoon for the last time, it’s ok!!”
“But now we are gonna fail!”
“Oh please, you know we would have failed anyways,” you laugh trying to lighten the mood, but he still had a pout on his face. “I promise it’s ok. It’s only one assignment, I don’t care that much.”
You walked in the class with Sungwoon in tow, sitting down on your usual seats. Your phone started ringing, loud. You thought it to be an alarm you forgot to turn off. Pulling it out you saw an unusual caller, it was your sister, but the reason it was weird was because she never called, usually only texting you when you were a school.
“Ms. Y/L/N,” your teacher sternly said, “Turn that phone off. Put it up right now.”
“I don’t care who it is, if it’s important they can call the school office.”
You looked at Sungwoon and he noticed the worry on your face. Something was wrong and you didn’t know what.
“My sister, she never calls, I think it’s important…” you keep glancing up at the front where your teacher is busy with work again. “I’m scared.”
“Ask to go to the bathroom and take your phone,” he says at a low whisper, just then the phone starts lighting up, except it was on vibrate now. You stood up quickly and grabbing your bag. You head towards your teacher.
“Mrs. Stowe, can I go to the bathroom?”
“Oh um,” you leaned down whispering, “lady problems.”
She nodded giving you permission to leave and you glance back at Sungwoon who was staring at you before walking out.
You speed-walked through the hall to the bathrooms. Pulling out your phone quickly and answering the still-ringing phone.
“Dad, he-he passed out and started seizing,” her words all blurring into one, there was immense panic in her voice and she was blubbering through her tears you guessed. She was talking so low it was kind of hard to hear.
“I called 911, they took him in an ambulance. Me and mom went straight there, you need to drive here as soon as possible.”
Your hands were shaking now and tears were running down your face. You felt like you couldn’t move. You legs felt like they could give out under you at any second so you fell forward onto the sinks. You had a massive headache from crying who knows how long and felt dizzy now. You managed to stumble back to class.
Opening the door the class looked at you with surprise, but you didn’t have time to acknowledge any of them.
“M-mrs. Stowe, I have to leave, can I go sign out?” you walked towards her.
“Y/N, what happened?” this voice wasn’t your teacher’s voice, but Sungwoon’s who was standing by you now with his hand on your back.
“M-My da-d” you didn’t know if your words were coherent, but Sungwoon seemed to understand as he pulled you into his chest as you cried.
“I’ll take her, Mrs. Stowe,”
Before she could stop you both, you had walked out the door together. You made your way to the office awkwardly since you were still in his arms and trying to walk at the same time.
“You can’t sign out right now,”
“It’s an emergency, we have to go.”
“I told her she was free to go.”
“Ma’am, she can’t drive like this! Do you want her to crash?”
They argued between the office staff and Sungwoon, but finally he was able to get you out. You made it to his car and got in.
He only replied with the sweetest of smiles and leaning over to buckle your seat belt. You sat in silence, the radio hadn’t been turned on since you got in and now it felt weird to turn it on.
You held one hand in the other and kept rubbing your palms with the opposite thumb. You felt a warmth enclose your hands and grab one. It was Sungwoon’s.
“You’re doing that thing. It’s alright, Y/N.”
“Your nervous tick, you start messing with your hands.” It became silent again, but a little more of a comfortable silence this time.
Soon you arrived at the hospital and ran in together. You saw your sister sitting in a chair against the wall and went over.
“Hey! How is he? What’s happening?”
“Not too sure, Mom told me to wait out here for you and she hasn’t come back yet.” her face was red from crying, but she sounded more calm then on the phone. It was all a facade to try to be strong for you, you could see through her. She was scared too.
“I’m gonna go out for a bit, I can’t stay here it’s making it worse.”
“Oh…ok. What should I tell mom if she comes back?”
“That I needed space, i don’t know…” she shrugged and with that walking through the sliding doors.
You tapped your foot incessantly on the floor and began fumbling with your hands. Sungwoon grabbed your hand again like in the car.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure everything will be ok.” He said interlocking your fingers and rubbing his thumb across yours.
“But…what if it isn’t?” you looked up at him with teary eyes. His mouth opened, but when he couldn’t find words he closed it again. His hand came up to wipe away the wetness and it stung since your cheeks were raw from all the previous tears you had cried that day.
Your breathing was heavy and difficult, it felt like a weight on your chest that you tried to keep afloat with unpatterned breathing. Your heart raced due to all the adrenaline and you were shaking everywhere.
He pulled you closer, but the armrests kept a boundary between you. You moved away putting a hand on your side that was being smashed against it. He motioned for you to come sit in his lap instead and after a little hesitation you complied.
You relaxed your body into his arms as he cradled you. Laying your head in the crook of his neck while he rubbed your arm in attempt to soothe you. Which it did because your eyes, both puffy and tired, closed and soon enough you fell asleep.
“Hey Hey! Y/N, wake up sweetie!” your eyes slowly opened and you squint at the bright sunlight shining in. “Your father, he’s ok! Y/N, he’s ok!” Your mom was crouching in front of you where you still sat on Sungwoon and gripping your hand tightly to her chest. You could feel him waking up behind you to and you stood up pulling your mom in the process.
“He’s really ok? Oh mom!” You both were crying again, but not because of fear this time, it was happiness. “Can I see him?”
It turned out that your father had not been sleeping right due to stressing over work and it had caused the seizure. The doctor recommended for him to take a week or two off and just rest. Your whole family seemed to do the same too so that you could tend to him since he still was a little weak.
This is what you explained to Sungwoon over the phone when he had called and asked how he was and where you’d been. He understood, but complained about how he was “so bored” without you.
“Why don’t you come over then? You can bring me my school work too, please!”
“Really?? Ok, I’ll be over in 20.”
And he was. You were sitting on the bed doing your nails while he spun in your chair for the 100th time probably.
“How do you learn how to do all that stuff?”
“Like nails, hair, that kinda stuff.”
“Well my mom taught me a lot, but internet too, I don’t know you just pick it up.”
“Pfff, really?” you inspect his face waiting for the “just kidding” but it didn’t come.
“Yes, really, just show me what to do.”
“Uh ok, get the paint, like so, and just brush it on all sides of the nail, it’s pretty easy.”
He did as he was told and grabbed your hand bringing it to him. He was kneeling at the end of the bed and awkwardly pinning your hand down to hold it steady.
“Ow, that hurts, geez. Don’t get it on my sheets!!!”
He picked up your hand holding it in his, getting up to sit on the bed and then started painting. His hand was gentler now, it felt warm on yours and he held it so delicately this time.
You leaned in to get a better look at what he was doing. More of it seemed to be on your skin than nail, but you just let him continue. He looked up at you after hearing a giggle. He was close and for some reason your heart picked up in speed.
It was like he was carved out of clay and the artist took a long time making sure it was smoothed out. His features were all soft. Little dark eyes with brows bordering them and a cute nose right at center. Until it came to his lips, they were full and unforgivably bold compared to the rest of his face.
People say when they are faced with a situation like this that their mind goes blank, but that’s nothing like what yours did. You were thinking.
That’s all you could do. Should you do something? Move in? Move away? Why is your heart pounding like this? Is this still your best friend? Do you have feelings? His lips look nice. Do you wanna kiss him? Are you gonna kiss your best friend?
So many questions ran through your head and you didn’t know how to react to any of this. Your eyes searching his face for his emotions, but had the same expression you did.
Then at what was like the same time you both leaned forward and interlocking lips. You closed your eyes and the world felt muted and all your thoughts were directed at only him. His lips were smooth and warm on yours just like his hand had been. Which was still holding on, but tighter now and you were being pulled to him as if there was any closer.
The kissing was quick, but still cautious at the same time. You didn’t break apart for awhile until your lungs felt heavy and you couldn’t catch your breath. You pulled away, but not far and you found yourself searching his face again.
Then what happened circled back and you covered your mouth with your hand.
“What the hell,” he copied with an awkward laugh. He stood up off the bed and grabbed his things off the desk. He walked through the doorway out of sight before coming back in view. He opened his mouth, but closed it, then reopening it said, “I-I’ll text you.” Before you knew it, he was gone.
The next day you had planned on coming back to school, but you felt so nervous to see Sungwoon now. People asked how your dad was which made you feel really loved and cared for.
You were in a conversation when Sungwoon rounding the corner caught your eye and you seemed to catch his too. You looked away quickly, keeping intense eye contact with the friend you were talking to, afraid to look back at him.
You couldn’t avoid him forever though, once you got to class your usual seat as right beside his. You sat down without saying a word and he glanced at you a little.
It couldn’t be like this forever. You needed to talk about it. You both went it for that kiss, it wasn’t forced. So would it continue or would you go back to being friends?
You began thinking about him in a different way now. He knew you, better than anyone. He knew how to calm you down, how to make you laugh, how to make you emotional, what made you mad. Maybe you could be a couple. You didn’t know if he felt the same and whether you wanted to risk breaking the friendship to find out.
If you were to end up together, what would happen if you broke up. It’d be over for the both of you.
You opened your mouth to say something which he noticed and turned towards you. You glanced at your teacher at the board talking away and back at him. So you took out a piece of paper instead and wrote on it.
“After school lets hangout , we should talk.”
He drove you to his house which was a short drive from the school. You both were on his bed together in silence when you got in. He was laying back while you sat with one leg hanging off.
“So…” you said breaking the silence, but not knowing where to go from there.
“So,” he copied, “Well we kissed and like I personally enjoyed it.” You turned to him mouth agape.
“Because yeah, it’s weird, but let’s face it, we both leaned in.” Your face was beet red and his looked to be too. Despite how child he was being with his words. You turned back around and he started moving behind you. Your phone dinged and you reached for it.
“Soo, I have a crush on my best friend and I think I like you.” it was a text from that idiot. You turned to see him smirking at you which made you break into a small smile.
“Bro, I think I like you too.”
“Bro,” he replied with a little emoji. You started giggling and he leaned up to be right next you when you turned.
“Then…can I kiss you again?”
