A/n: This lowkey highkey kinda bad. Oops.
“Hey, I got called into work.” Your brother, Sungjoo, said as he poked his head into your room. “I’ll probably be back around ten? Maybe eleven?”
“Sure.” You looked up from your journal. “Just bring back food.”
“I’ll bring food back if you stop writing about my friend all the time.” He stuck his tongue out before walking out, leaving you a flustered mess.
It’s not your fault that his friend was hot. ‘Friend’ being Sungjoo’s childhood friend, Seungyoun.
You’d had the biggest, most dumbest crush him since you were in high school but ever since the pair came back from college, you were struggling to keep your feelings in check. Puberty hit him like a freight train and if you weren’t fucked before, you were definitely fucked now.
“He’ll never find out if you don’t tell him.” You muttered to yourself. “I mean, he hasn’t found out yet and it’s been years. I think I’m good.” You continued muttering to yourself.
“You have the most shit luck, you know that right?” He yelled back. “Plus, you’re not slick and he’s not dumb.” He pointed out before shutting the door.
“You’re lucky you’re gone.” You grumbled before closing your journal and laying it on your bed so you could work on making lunch.
“Something big or something light?” You pondered aloud to yourself as you opened the cabinets, then the fridge, before sitting on the table and looking through the take out app on your phone. You could eat half now, then eat the other half for dinner because Sungjoo was most definitely not going to bring back food.
“Now the question is,” You paused, scrolling through the app. “What to get.”
You were probably a little too focused on your phone given you didn’t hear the door open but it was probably Sungjoo anyways.
“What’d you forget this time?” You laughed, turning and nearly falling over as you saw Seungyoun step through the door.
“My headphones.” He laughed. “How’d you know?”
“I thought you were Sungjoo..” You trailed off. “Sorry.”
“It’s cool, I’d laugh at him too.” He smiled as he set his stuff down on the floor by the table and you leaned down to pick them up and put them on the chair next to you. “But my headphones. I think I left them here last time? Sungjoo said I could come by and look for them.”
“I haven’t seen them.” You shook your head. “Maybe they’re in his room?” You offered, a little proud of yourself for keeping calm.
“Thanks.” He smiled before walking down the hall.
“Uh, I’m ordering food.” You called out. “I have no idea what to get so I’m giving that responsibility to you.”
Even from Sungjoo’s room you could still hear his laugh and it made you smile before you quickly hit yourself. You could not be doing this. Not right now.
“You were so immersed in your phone because you were looking for food?” He laughed as he came back without headphones, the conversation topic probably the reason he stopped looking. “Does Sungjoo not feed you?”
You pouted and shook your head.
“C’mon, I’ll buy you something.” He nodded to the door. “I haven’t eaten either.”
Your eyes widen and you shook your head.
“Nope.” He stated, grabbing his things from the chair. “Let’s go.”
“I’m not ready.” You rushed out, which really wasn’t a lie. You only had a shirt and ripped jeans. Not to mention a poor excuse of a jacket.
“You look fine to me, now come on.” He smiled, grabbing your arm lightly and helping you up, lightly pushing you towards the door.
You both walked down the street to the pizza place and you couldn’t help but feel bad.
“You didn’t have to.” You pouted, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets.
“We both haven’t eaten.” He said. “Plus, I can’t have the neglected child starving on my watch.” He joked, his hand coming up to pet your hair.
You could feel a smile forming and you quickly hid your face, your arm coming up as you faked a cough.
“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” He spoke out quickly, and you shook your head.
“My throat just tickled.” You reassured him but he still didn’t seem convinced.
“If I end up getting you sick, Sungjoo’s gonna kill me.”
“If he kills you, I’ll kill him.” You smiled and he laughed again, the sound making you sigh happily before you could realize it but thankfully he didn’t comment on it.
The rest of the walk was spent in silence until you reached the building.
“What kind of pizza do you like?” He asked as he opened the door for you.
“I’m fine with anything.” You smiled as you looked back at him.
“I bet you like something weird, huh?” He laughed. “But you pick a spot, I’ll follow.”
You looked around before spotting a booth, and happily made your way before sliding in, him sitting opposite and pulling out his phone.
You tried your best not to stare at him, but you really couldn’t help it. He just looked so good and he didn’t even have to try. Maybe Sungjoo was right about your shit luck.
You were pulled from your thoughts as the waiter came by, placing a menu down along with two plates.
“For drinks?” The waiter asked.
“Water’s fine.” You spoke up, Seungyoun getting the same.
“Should we settle for the basics and got pepperoni?” He raised a brow.
"Pepperoni’s not as basic as just cheese.” You pointed out, pulling your own phone out so you had something to keep you busy.
“Good point.” He nodded. “Pepperoni it is.” He nodded to the waiter, handing him the menu back before he walked away.
“What’s so interesting?” He looked over, noticing you were lost in your phone again.
“Just scrolling through Instagram.” You sighed before locking the screen. “No cute people today.”
“Why look at pictures of cute people when you have a cute people right in front of you?” He asked as he cupped his face.
“You were cute until you said that.” You shook your head with a laugh.
“So you admit I’m cute?” He smirked, his fingers tapping against his cheeks.
“I take it back.” You shook your head. “Not at all.”
“Rude.” He pouted as the waiter came back, placing the cups down before saying your pizza would be out shortly. “Just for that, no pizza for you.” He stuck his tongue out.
“You’re so childish.” You narrowed your eyes.
“I learned from you.” He mimicked you.
“I’m not childish.” You huffed.
“You kinda are.” He smiled. “But it’s cute, so don’t worry.”
The words rang through your head after he said it and you quickly picked your phone up.
“My friend’s calling, I’ll be right back.” You rushed out, clumsily sliding out of the booth.
“Stupid.” You cringed to yourself as you walked out, putting the phone to your ear for dramatic effect.
While you were scolding yourself outside, you realized you left your jacket on the seat and scolded yourself even more, deciding to endure the cold for at least five more minutes, just enough for a small phone call.
By the time you walked back in, you saw the waiter sliding the pan onto the table and you sighed in relief that something warm was waiting for you.
“What was so important that you forgot your jacket?” He laughed.
“Boy trouble.” You rushed out, trying to hide the shiver in your voice as you reached for a slice.
“Uh-uh.” He spoke quickly, tapping your hand lightly.
“I thought you couldn’t let the neglected child starve on your watch?” You pouted.
“It’s hot.” He tsked. “What do you take me for?”
“Let me burn my mouth, I’m hungry.” You whined.
“Remind me to beat your brother up for not feeding you.” He tsked again as he shook his head, grabbing one of the plates and putting two slices on it before blowing on his fingers. “Here.”
“Since when were you so...caring.” You questioned before you could filter it, silently hoping he wouldn’t answer because you didn’t have an excuse to leave this time.
“Shut up and eat your pizza.” He narrowed his eyes at you before serving himself.
“Rude.” You mumbled, picking up a piece and taking a bite, sighing as the warmth took over.
“I told you to take my jacket.” He stated matter-of-factly as he bit into his own slice. “Now you’re cold.”
“I’m only cold because I was just outside. If I was that cold, I’d put my jacket on.”
“At least take it on the way back.” He tried after swallowing his food. “I really don’t want you getting sick.”
You only nodded, not feeling up to debate it.
“Arms.” He said, holding his jacket up for you before you walked out. “You agreed to wear it on the way back.”
“I know what I said.” You playfully glared. “But I can put it on myself.”
He sighed but handed it over, watching you pull it over your thin jacket.
Part of you was a little too happy about wearing the damn thing, and said happiness only grew as you were surrounded by the scent of his cologne.
“What cologne do you use?” You asked as you stepped outside, your hands buried in the pockets as you felt the breeze hit you.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I grabbed a random one this morning.”
You nodded, not feeling the need to drag the topic on.
“Any other plans after you find your headphones?” You laughed.
“Shit, I forgot about that.” He groaned.
“I can just let you take mine?” You offered. “Sungjoo’s room is such a mess, you’ll probably never find them.”
“Or you could help me?” He tried. “Plus, you were the reason I had to stop in the first place. With your food problems.”
As much as you wanted to tell him he could’ve ignored you, you grumbled a small ‘fine’ instead.
The walk seemed quicker than usual as you already reached the apartment building, then your apartment door. You punched in the code and made your way inside, dropping your stuff on the table as the heater set in.
“I really don’t think you’ll find them, though.” You shook your head as you both walked into the room.
“Less talking, more searching, please.” He huffed as he checked the counter, you searching around the computer area.
“Don’t you have your own set up at home? Why use his?” You questioned, sliding your hand along the sides.
“For company. It’s boring working on my own.” He said as he checked around the nightstand.
Since they obviously weren’t in plain sight, you figured they fell, that being proven when you got down to look around the floor and saw the white bundled cord right under the bed.
You were about to tell him when your phone went off from the kitchen.
“They’re under the bed, let me go get that.” You spoke as you walked out of the room and looked at the ID.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a work?” You furrowed your brows. “Why are you calling me?”
“What do you want for dinner?” He asked, ignoring your question. “I’d like to know before I get off.”
“You don’t get off for hours?” You asked. “Plus, Seungyoun took me out for lunch. There’s some leftovers.”
“He took you on a date?” You could hear the smirk as your hand came up to pinch the bridge of your nose.
“It was not a date.” You explained.
“It can’t be a date if we don’t like each other.” Your voice got louder, completely forgetting about the boy in the other room.
“But you like him.” He stated.
“Who doesn’t like you?” Seungyoun asked, the shock causing you to end the call and shove your phone into your pocket.
“Just Sungjoo being Sungjoo.” You explained with a forced smile. “Dumb brother stuff.” You continued, mentally kicking yourself at the dumb things that kept falling out of your mouth. “Now that you found your headphones, you should probably head home.”
“I was actually going to wait for Sungjoo to get home.”
Why was the world against you today?
“I’m going to go put on something warmer, I’m kind of cold.” You rushed out, walking past him and letting the conversation die at that.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whispered as you closed the door to your room, your hand coming up to hit yourself as you realized the apartment was hot.
“What time does he get out?” He called from the kitchen.
“He said ten or eleven.” You called back, moving away from the door. You threw your phone on the bed before changing into some thin sweats and a hoodie.
“Want to watch a movie when you’re done changing?” He offered.
You let out a frustrated whine. You really weren’t planning on going back out there.
“Sure.” Your voice was softer this time as you fully accepted the fact that you had shit luck.
You opened the door and made your way back to the living room, watching as he picked some random documentary on Netflix.
“You’re not even gonna watch that.” You spoke out as you sat on the opposite side from him. “Lemme see.” You said, holding out your palm.
“No,” He pouted, holding the remote to his chest. “We’re going to watch this.”
“But let’s watch something else~” You whined, reaching over only for him to reach out so you missed.
“What’s wrong with this? You didn’t even give it a chance.” He laughed.
“But you said a movie.” You pouted. “Documentaries aren’t movies.”
“They are too!” He defended, his hand coming back into reach while he stuck his tongue out at you.
You took the chance to lunge for it and of course he was smart enough to dodge it, but of course it resulted in you nearly flying over the arm rest. But he caught you in time, leaving you both in a not-so-comfortable position as he pulled you back so you were on his lap.
“All for a remote.” He whispered, a nervous chuckle following as he looked at you.
“Y-Yeah,” You stuttered out, a small blush coloring your cheeks. “Sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.” He smiled. “It’s not how I pictured it, but I guess it works.”
The words took you by surprise and it was probably written all over your face because he spoke up again.
“Unless you don’t want this.” He started. “I just- I thought you liked me back so-”
You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“How’d you know?” You asked shyly.
“It was kind of obvious.” He chuckled.
“But what about Sungjoo?” You asked, him smiling as his hand came up to boop your nose.
“You act like he doesn’t already know.”
