Dedicated to the lovely Jen aka @dawnpil for the @day6writers Secret Santa project. I’ve chosen your bias wrecker because I thought the story would fit him better than Wonpil. *-* I hope you like it! 💖 Happy holidays, dear! 🎁
Pairing: Kang Younghyun (Young K) x reader
Setting: wedding au; best friends to lovers au
Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life
Words: 3k
The translation of the French expressions used in the story can be found at the end. 😊
“Hey!” You heard Younghyun’s voice from the living room. His deep, raspy voice indicated that he had just woken up though it was nearly midday.
“Oh well… what’s this? What happened? Oh my gosh, my head hurts so much and ouch!” There was a loud thud as he probably tripped over something or bumped into the table. “AND WHY AM I NOT WEARING CLOTHES?” He exclaimed frantically as he probably caught sight of his suit and shirt on the floor. Yep, you saw it coming sooner or later.
You took a deep breath before you made your way to the living room, just to come in sight with your panicky best friend who never had a more confused expression on his face before.
Luckily, he got back on his shirt, so you didn’t have to see his bare chest anymore. Not like you wouldn’t have been pleased to see his naked upper body but you were sure it would distract you from doing pretty much anything. The sight of his messy hair already made you want to play with his onyx-black curls.
As soon as you stepped into the living room, Younghyun’s eyes scanned you from top to bottom. The boy let out a relieved sigh when he realised that you wore your own clothes and looked perfectly radiant. You weren’t the one who had drunk almost two bottles of champagne the previous night.
“Did we… you know…” Younghyun stammered nervously and gulped as he waited for your answer.
“What?” You shrieked like you were asked if you had slept with an elephant. “Of course not, Younghyun! Unlike you, I was completely sober the whole night!” You huffed as if it heard your pride that he had assumed such a thing. You occasionally drank with your friends and co-workers but you never got to the point where you didn’t remember what had happened while you were drinking. The same could be said about Younghyun until Sungjin’s wedding.
You knew it was a bad idea to attend Sungjin’s wedding with Younghyun by your side and then leave him alone for some hours.
It was a horrible idea. It was an awful, abominable, outrageous and calamitous idea. It was the worst idea of the year.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad but it was certainly not a sensible idea because without your supervision Younghyun got so drunk that he started babbling some French nonsense. At least, you were pretty sure that it was French because that was the only language other than Korean and English that your best friend could speak fluently. Not even drunk people could talk foreign languages fluently without years of studying. You were sure he didn’t talk Scottish or something like that.
“If you were sober, would you mind telling me why I woke up on this unfamiliar couch almost naked?” He looked at you with puppy eyes, the obsidian-black of his orbs shining affectionately. You couldn’t help but blush a bit when he stared at you like that. Your legs became jelly and your heart skipped a beat when he was in such a vulnerable state. You wanted to hug him but you were so pissed off after last night that you just couldn’t drag yourself to do it.
“You are just half-naked!” You corrected him as you thought back to the previous night.
“Okay, just half-naked!”
“Though you wanted to get rid of your pants too but I prevented you from taking everything off.” You remarked with a half-smile. You watched with amused eyes as your best friend’s jaw dropped. Literally.
“You can’t be serious!” His voice was almost pleading and you could tell that he was trying to recall anything from the day before but to no avail. Such quantity of alcohol would have left everyone confused.
“I am dead serious.” You nodded as seriously as possible, so he would believe you once and for all. Why would you say that he wanted to take everything off when even you didn’t want to believe it when he started to get undressed like you weren’t even there? Although you sometimes slept at each other’s places, you didn’t start stripping in front of each other. You weren’t those types of best friends.
Younghyun’s desperate expression made you realise that he wouldn’t leave your apartment if you didn’t tell him everything, so you sucked in a deep breath and pointed to the kitchen.
“I’ve made you soup for your hangover, so I suggest you eat it while I’m telling you what happened last night.” You recommended as you looked at your best friend’s horrified expression. He stared at like he had waited for his execution.
“Oh come on, Younghyun! You didn’t kill anyone, okay?”
“Oh okay…” He stuttered, still unsure of what he should believe but at least he followed you into the kitchen and took a seat on a chair.
You re-heated the soup for him and while he was slurping, you started telling him about the previous night. Of course, it wasn’t the whole story but you couldn’t tell him things like you thought he looked like a God in his suit and tie. Of course not!
Actually, the story started when you arrived at the wedding and Younghyun caught sight of his old friend who was an exchange student at the school where your best friend was studying and he spent a year in Seoul. Then, that so-called Jae went back to America and Younghyun couldn’t keep in touch with him for more than a year, so they hadn’t talked since then. Somehow Jae ended up getting a job in Busan and it turned out that he was a co-worker of Sungjin’s.
Sungjin was actually your cousin who always acted like your overprotective big brother, especially since you got yourself a best friend like Kang Younghyun. Younghyun may have been a gentleman most of the times but he could be really rude sometimes. Like not evil rude but “I’m playing with your feelings and I enjoy it “rude. The worst was still his “I’m a male and you’re a female and I know I can totally drive you crazy with my winks and bicep-showing and stuff like that” rude side.
Truth to be told, Sungjin wasn’t always particularly glad when he was in the same room with Younghyun because he knew about this side of him. Thank God you three didn’t meet up a lot of times because Sungjin was living in Busan and you and your best friend were studying in Seoul.
The wedding took place in Busan where the four of you met up again.
“Good to see you, bro!” Jae gave Younghyun a manly pat on his shoulders and then averted his eyes to you. “I always knew you had a good taste in women.” He commented with a cheeky smile.
You already opened your mouth to say something not too nice and lady-like but your best friend was faster than you.
“She’s not my girlfriend, Jae. She’s just my best friend.”
“Yep, just his best friend.” You repeated a bit too ironically but the edge of his tone hurt you a lot. Just his best friend? Why? Wasn’t it enough for him? Did he want more? Then why on Earth didn’t he tell you?
You were left with confused feelings and blurry memories of you two acting more than just best friends, therefore you weren’t in the state to talk to people. You wanted to get away from the source of your pain as much as possible. That’s why you exited yourself with a lame excuse and spent the rest of the night totally alone in the back of the garden, gazing at the stars and keep asking the same question. Did Younghyun love you more than just a friend?
What made you feel more miserable was the fact that you actually loved him like that. You realised that you liked him more than just your best friend when your father had died and he was there for you, literally spending every minute with you for a whole month. He was there to hold your hand, to be a shoulder to cry on and he was sleeping by your side every single day to make sure that you wouldn’t have nightmares.
After it was easier to deal with your mourning, he eventually moved back to the dormitory. Yet, you started yearning after his presence, the smell of his cologne on your pillow, the soothing touch of his when he drew invisible circles on your back and that smile of his that was like the sunrise after a rainstorm.
On the other hand, you had no idea if Younghyun felt the same. You two were very close and shared everything with one another – except your feelings towards each other.
Sungjin’s wedding changed everything though. You knew it was a mistake to leave your best friend with that bratty Jae because he had brought alcohols from America and spoiled the poor guy with it. On top of that, that swaggy kid who looked like Chicken Little from that cartoon even admitted the whole thing when you bumped into the two. To be precise, Younghyun bumped into you and Jae was behind him.
“What did you do to him?” You exclaimed frantically as your best friend nearly tripped over you.
“I didn’t do anything to him.” Jae shook his head nonchalantly. “He was the one to drank two whole bottles of champagne by himself”
“Then why didn’t you stop him?” Your voice rose higher as Younghyun’s facial expressions became less rigid and more childish. He didn’t look like himself at all. Considering that he never got drunk, you didn’t need to see him in such a state, nor help him with his hangover the day after. Though you felt like it would change after Sungjin’s wedding.
“He looked like he was doing okay.” Jae tried to play the innocent guy’s role but you weren’t one to believe his lies.
“Je suis bien, merci pour votre question.” Your best friend announced a bit louder than necessary, his words dripping off his tongue like honey. He looked like a drunk elementary school kid with that idiot smile on his face but you still found him cute. Gosh, why were you so weak when it came to him?
“What the heck is he talking about?”
“Dunno, man.” Jae shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care about Younghyun’s condition but you sure did. That’s how you ended up dragging the drunk boy to the apartment where you stayed for the weekend because the oh so popular Jaehyung got a call and left reasoning that he was needed in a case of emergency. You quietly cursed under your breath when he evaporated, leaving you alone with your tipsy best friend and a heavy heart.
“Vous savez, vous avez de très beaux yeux.” Younghyun said with dreamy eyes as you were walking down the streets, getting closer and closer to the apartment with each step. In order to make sure that he wouldn’t break any of his bones, you held onto him like you held onto your sanity. Though he seemed to enjoy the situation; he even leaned in and whispered into your eyes the next time he spoke up.
“I don’t you know what you are talking about but sure.”
“Je voulais demander... voulez-vous être ma copine?” You really tried to search for anything that could help you with the translation but you never learned French (and you assumed it was French), so you were pretty much a hopeless case. You knew that Younghyun could speak French as his third language but to speak in another language when he got drunk? Wow, you weren’t sure humanity experienced a similar situation.
“Oh yeah, sure. Just keep on talking nonsense!” You rolled your eyes while your heart was hammering away rapidly. The thought crossed your mind that maybe he wasn’t talking absolute nonsense. What if his words actually made sense and maybe…. they meant something? Something that could affect your relationship.
Yet, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, plus he wasn’t easy to carry around, so you busied himself with thoughts other than the meaning of his words.
“C’est vrai? Et vous m’aimez? Parce que je vous aime.” He cooed into your ears and fluttered his eyelashes at you. A part of you wanted to slap him but the other part of you wanted to hug him.
Oh boy, why was everything so complicated when it came to Younghyun? You wanted him to look at you like that when he was sober again but you knew that his behaviour could only be blamed on his tipsiness.
“Well, at least that sounds familiar but I still don’t know what you are trying to say.” You let out an agitated sigh, glancing at your grinning best friend. Why was he so utterly gorgeous even when he was drunk? “We are almost at the apartment, just don’t vomit until we get there, okay?” You said even though you weren’t sure he could understand what you were talking about. You two didn’t speak the same language anyway.
“Oui, mon chou.”
Luckily, you arrived at the apartment just is time, so you could drag him to the third floor and put him to sleep. Of course, it wasn’t as easy as you initially assumed because opening the door seemed like the most difficult thing in the world when there was your drunk friend by your side of whom who you wanted to take care. Not to mention Younghyun’s one-man stripping show that didn’t help you to feel more at ease when you two finally got inside. You were already worn out by that time, so you couldn’t help but yell at the boy who managed to get rid of his suit and shirt before you scared him off. Then, he stopped and sat down on the couch half-naked.
Three long minutes went by and the drunk guy finally dozed off (much to your relief). Though you couldn’t say that you slept a lot in the room next to the living room because whenever he turned over his side or made some noise, you went to the living room to check up on him. At least you had a place to say, you thought to yourself, because one of Sungjin’s friend owned the place, hence you could stay there for the weekend.
One thing was for sure, it was a memorable wedding that you would never forget.
“So what did I say?” Younghyun inquired as he finished his soup. His obsidian-black orbs looked like a part of a giant universe – you could get lost in them without ever wanting to be found.
You shared the whole story with him, except the parts you felt too embarrassing to say out loud. For example, you told him that he started speaking in French but you skipped the part of you drooling over his handsomeness even when he was drunk.
“Well, only je vous aime was familiar but I’ve never heard of the others.” You shook your head, trying to recall his exact same words but they were only a blur. You didn’t know French anyway.
“Oh…” Younghyun’s features suddenly became rigid. You thought that there’s something wrong with him – like he was about to vomit – but before you could turn on your panic mode, he continued. “I know what that means.” He gulped nervously. He even scratched the back of his neck which he didn’t do unless he felt extremely uncomfortable.
“And what does that mean?”
“I love you.” The words rolled off his tongue like raindrops from the rooftop.
His words chilled you to the bones and sent unpleasant shivers down your spine. All the oxygen was sucked out of your lungs. Your heart was beating like a drum and you were suddenly afraid that it would break out of your ribcage. You could even feel the blood rushing through your veins. Small wonder why you were almost on the verge of fainting.
“O-Okay.” You cleared your throat in an attempt to snap yourself back to your senses. Why would he confess to you in French? On top of that, he could easily say that to you as your best friend. So why was he so nervous out of the sudden?
“It’s not okay.” Younghyun shook his head like he wanted to get rid of a nightmare.
“Why not?”
“Because I wanted to say this to you when I’m not drunk. And when I’m not talking to you in French.” Younghyun confessed right away, his eyes desperately searching for yours. You didn't even recover from your previous heart attack when he gave you another one. You thought it was only a dream and soon you would wake up in your own bed, laughing at the most ridiculous dream of yours.
"W-what?" You stuttered while your best friend nodded accompanied by a shy half-smile. Maybe he was still under the alcohol's effect.
"I love you, I just didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want you to feel like you have to love me back." He said seriously, his eyes shining oh so fondly.
You couldn't form words. Your mouth went dry and you felt a knot forming in your throat. It was the moment you had been waiting for, then why couldn't you muster a single word?
You didn't know how but your body moved without your will and you soon found your lips on Younghyun's champagne and cabbage-flavoured lips. It was definitely an extraordinary combination but you couldn't care less. You savoured his lips like you savoured all those years when you wanted to kiss him but didn't know if he felt the same.
Now you knew. Maybe you would even thank Chicken Little one day for prompting him to drink.
Translation:
“Je suis bien, merci pour votre question.” - I’m fine, thank you for your question.
“Vous savez, vous avez de très beaux yeux.” - You know, you have beautiful eyes.
“Je voulais demander... voulez-vous être ma copine?” - I’ve been meaning to ask... would you like to be my girlfriend?
“C’est vrai? Et vous m’aimez? Parce que je vous aime.” - Is that right? And do you love me? Because I love you.
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“How did I ever think that this would remotely be a good idea,” you frustratingly muttered as you furiously flicked through rails of clothing.
“Hmm, what was that?” Jae piped up, turning to look at you.
A sigh escaped your lips as you tried to remain calm.
“Wait, Jae why did you even want to come shopping with me in the first place, especially clothes shopping?” you questioned, giving your boyfriend a puzzled expression.
“I don’t know, I thought it would have been fun,” he replied, walking over to another stand of clothes. You shrugged your shoulders at you Jae’s response.
After what felt like hours of tediously scouring clothes store after clothes store, Jae was starting to irritate you a little bit. He kept picking out dresses and blouses and jeans that you would never wear, especially since they were not your style and pieces of clothing that wouldn’t suit you. You don’t know whether he was doing this on purpose to annoy you jokingly or whether he was being serious and hadn’t a clue of your style.
A couple of hours later and you returned to the first store to check again for something. You had a family gathering that you had to attend and you needed a dress since you couldn’t find anything to wear.
“What about this one?” Jae hopefully exclaimed, holding up a bright orange dress. You hit your forehead and sighed.
“No Jae, I’ll keep looking,” you muttered. Jae walked aimlessly around the aisles, flicking through the rails of clothing whilst mix and matching different pieces. You liked Jae’s fashion sense since it suited him so perfectly, so how come he was no help to you. He must only be messing with you.
Jae walked further and further away, leaving you to search the rails a lone in peace and silence. However, this did not last. At all.
“Y/N!!!!!!” Jae’s all too familiar voice boomed from the very opposite side of the busy clothes store.
You spun around to glare at your boyfriend, shocked at his slightly embarrassing behaviour. Why did he have to shout so loud and draw unnecessary attention to you?
He waved his long arms, a bright smile plastered on his cute face as he held up a ridiculous pink and yellow dress with flowers on it up in the air. That was it. He was doing this on purpose now. You mostly wore only neutral colours. Plain and simple in dresses in pretty neutral colours.
You angrily stomped down towards the end of the shop coming closer and closer to Jae. He smiled teasingly at you as he used his advantage of being tall to hold the dress high above your head.
“Must you make a scene?” you hissed, trying to jump up and snatch the dress from him.
“Are we nearly done? I am soooo bored here,” he complained.
“Yes, fine we can leave. Just please don’t make a scene again,” you sighed in defeat.
He picked up your hand and laced his fingers with yours, swinging both of your arms as you both left the store. You probably would not go clothes shopping again with Jae for a while.
