JINWOOK: He looked at you with such amusement in his eyes. Lights were playing in there and it overwhelmed you that you were the reason behind it. “Can you stop looking at me with heart eyes? I’m feeling self-conscious, you know?” you complained, smiling. “Where do you want me to look instead?” he asked, pouting exaggeratedly. You wouldn’t want him to look at someone else, anyway. “It’s not like I don’t like it. It’s just that my mind seem to stop working every time—” Your babbling ended when he sealed a kiss on your lips.
SOOIL: From the car, he walked you up to your doorstep. It was past nine in the evening when you reached home. You couldn’t help but worry whenever he went home late because of dropping you off first. “Drive safely,” you told him. “I will. Don’t worry too much,” he said, not letting go of your hand. “You’re forgetting something necessary.” He smiled sheepishly, and then kissed your lips good night before heading back to his car. You waved at him as you watched him go.
MINSOO: “Ah, Your Highness looks so lovely today,” he sighed when he saw you at last. You made a face at him when you caught your reflection on a shop window you were passing by. Strands of hair fell out of your bun, making it messy. But he remained staring at you like you were, indeed, lovely. “I am not lying,” he said, his hand on his chest. “It’s not my best look yet,” you said shyly. He held out a hand to you, brushing a kiss at the back of your hand. “I know.”
JINHYUK: You glared at him in mock irritation when he kissed your right cheek for no reasons. He gave you a surprised look of fake innocence. “Didn’t you ask for a kiss?” You rolled your eyes. It was your fault, anyway. “You’re pointing at your cheek, so I kissed you there,” he explained as if he just did you a big favor. You eyed the room to see if the students saw you. The library didn’t seem to care. “Erase that stupid ink on your cheek, okay?” But being the annoying guy that he was didn’t listen to you but kissed you again.
CHANGHYUN: Almost all the buses were full and it didn’t surprise you at this hour. Beside you, he kept talking to keep your distraction away from the difficulty of commuting. You concentrated on his voice and his breathing as he stood in that shed with you. His hand was on your elbow, rooting you on your spot. Another bus came and it was time to say goodbye. His hand went to your shoulder. You looked up at him, but he didn’t meet your gaze. He pulled you close gently and kissed your forehead until it was time to go.
WOOSEOK: “You lost in our deal. Again,” he said, emphasizing the last word. “It’s only 2 points!” you argued. “I know what you’re capable of. You don’t have to be so patronizing to me,” he uttered, smirking. He looked at your test paper again, an idea forming in his head. “After I give your punishment, let’s stop competing with each other. It doesn’t make sense,” he proposed. That took him long to notice, you thought. Suddenly his eyes were all serious and looking at him made it hard for you to breathe. He pulled you in, kissed your lips and told you that was it—the punishment.
YEIN: With a smile on your face, you showed him the flower crown you made. The flowers you used looked familiar to him, though. The white and yellow orchids were pretty. “Aren’t those flowers from the bouquet I gave you?” he inquired. “Yes, isn’t it pretty?” As a reply, he approached you and took the crown form you. He put it on you with such care. “Right,” he agreed, taking in the scent of the flowers mixing with your shampoo. He kissed your hair then and said it looked good on you.
GYUJIN: It was dark and the sky lacked stars. You focused on your steps, following the movement of his feet. He glanced back at you from time to time. Lightning striking made for a good kind of flashlight. “Remind me not to go to open fields again,” you said as the two of you made it back to the road. He invited you to come out to watch the skies before rain and brought you to the field. “Sorry, I messed things up,” he said, chuckling. “Were you scared? Come here.” You couldn’t stay annoyed at him for long, besides you enjoyed watching the lightning. He consoled you with a kiss on the forehead, then continued fleeing the rain.
HWANHEE: The photo booth felt stuffy, but seeing the smile on his face gave you the distraction you need to get on with it. He requested this, after all. You didn’t have the heart to turn him down. You copied his peace sign for the first shot. Goofy faces came next and you were totally having fun. The last shot came quickly, as well as the kiss. There you were standing with a slight smile, his lips on your cheek. It was a good memory on paper.
DONGYEOL: “Oh,” he mouthed, grinning at you. “Why don’t you sleep for a while, so you won’t catch me if I stare at you?” he was lying on the couch resting as you sat on the floor. “I really need someone to watch me while I sleep,” he said, chuckling. “Go to sleep, then,” you said with a pout. He stared at you for a beat longer. He even managed to lift his head and plant a quick kiss on your nose before closing his eyes to sleep.
Can I request a Wooseok scenario in which the reader is a single parent and both of them have known each other for a long time. Wooseok starts to get closer to the reader as well as the child gradually and the once suppressed feelings of both the reader and Wooseok, towards each other start to return stronger than ever. Fluff please ^_^
↬ Pairing: Wooseok x fem!reader.
↬ Genre: Fluff, super slight past Angst?
↬ Warnings: Wooseok being too fucking cute?
↬ Word Count: 4.3k
↬ Song Recommendation: “Walking in the Winter” by Yun Ddan Ddan. Originally I was going for another title but after reading the lyrics it fit too well... plus Wooseok is obsessed with this song and that’s adorable.
The tiredness spread on every inch of your body, the pain making itself notice with each step you took while going upstairs, the view of the hall becoming slightly comforting as you searched for the keys in your purse. Before unlocking the door, you took a deep breath, trying to put on your best face and getting in to be greeted with a walking Wooseok that constantly shushed the asleep kid in his arms. When your friend heard the door closing, he turned around to give you a small smile, pointing a few times towards your child.
“Thank you for taking care of him today…” Leaving everything by the entrance, you silently went to him, extending your arms to grab your son and quickly taking him to your room.
As soon as you made sure he was sleeping comfortably and kissed his forehead, you went back to the living room. You were about to grab your wallet when Wooseok stopped you.
“How many times do I need to tell you that this isn’t necessary?” His hands were gentle as he put the money down. Just then was that you noticed the small cut under his right eye.
Getting closer to examine it, you held his chin. “What happened to you?” He blinked a few times, the words not coming out and making you notice the rushed action, instantly pulling away while muttering an apology.
“Ah, I must have gotten it with him… he really likes to play with my face.” Wooseok let out a small laugh as he tapped his skin a few times and checked his fingertips.
“Must be because you have such pretty eyes.” He lowered his gaze, hiding the light blush on his cheeks. “Wait here, I will go look for something to cure it.”
There was no place for him to deny your offer this time as you left him alone, grabbing the first aid kit you kept close just in case and telling him to sit down on the couch. Imitating him, you faced him, cleaning the tiny wound and blowing on it when the alcohol made Wooseok flinch, your expression distracting him from the stinging. He would be lying if he denied that his heartbeat got faster with your every touch, so lost in the moment that it almost surprised him that it was over so soon. Now he felt the bandit on the place and held back a laugh as you took a picture of him and showed how it looked, the Doraemon design making a fun contrast on his usually serious face.
“Thank you.”
“I think it might leave a scar though…”
He scoffed at the mention. “It’s fine, really, don’t worry about it.” His phone rang and right after he picked up his stuff. “Ah, I think it’s pretty late so I should get going–”
A sound coming from the bed room interrupted both of you, making you sigh as you got up. Of course you missed sharing more time with your kid, but it became a bit hard to do so when you came after work, your body and mind not being ready to handle with it even if that’s what you wanted with all your might.
“You can go Wooseok, thank you so much–”
He shook his head. “Let me help and then I’ll go, you look too tired.” Ah, so he noticed. His pace got quicker towards the bedroom. “Besides, you don’t need to thank me every time, it’s been two months already.”
With a slight chuckle, you dragged your feet behind him, laying down next to the small body of your son and playing with his hair as he let out a few cries. Apparently, he had a nightmare and since he was alone, he got scared.
“What’s your plan?”
Your question made Wooseok roll his eyes as if it wasn’t obvious, a sweet melody filling the room as he sang the lullaby you knew well. He was making some arrangements to the song, the beat becoming slower and somehow sadder, but it seemed to work nonetheless. However, like this you got to pay more attention to the lyrics, your sight fixed on his expression and how the feeling seemed to be completely different from other times he had sang it, but Wooseok stared at the way the kid’s eyelids started to close again at the sound of his voice.
When he finished, he looked your way, only to find you sleeping soundly just like the child next to you, the resemblance striking him as funny. He stood up, trying to not disturb you as he put a blanket over you and left the room, flicking the lights off. Grabbing a pen, he scribbled a message on one of the notebooks he had used to color with his new favorite person and grabbed his keys, more like the ones you had given him in case an emergency happened and left the apartment.
The cold breeze reminded him of the song, scoffing annoyed at the lyrics. Well, he wasn’t annoyed at the song itself, but rather the memories it brought to him. It hadn’t been long since you two got in contact again… Years had passed since he heard your name, but three months ago that had changed when he crossed paths with that asshole. No, it wasn’t his intention to listen to his conversation, but he couldn’t quite help himself when he started talking about you with his friends, laughing at the mention of how he had cheated on you and you asking him to leave. After that, he tried to somehow find you, knowing that you would most probably need someone’s help, and at the time he didn’t think about others being able to lend a hand. Maybe it was because he wanted to be the one to be there for you, to fulfill the promise he made when you two were young, or maybe he simply wanted an excuse to see you again. He wasn’t quite sure, even to this day.
But he didn’t need to understand it. He tried to convince himself about it. Letting go of you had been extremely painful for him, and now that he was able to be with you again, he didn’t want to ruin it. So, he didn’t need to understand his feelings now. It wasn’t the time to be selfish.
Ignoring the freezing cold, he put on his air pods and hit the play button, scoffing once again as his healing song started playing. Without putting much resistance, he started walking, humming to the melody while doing it so.
When you walk, your heart will tell you. Wooseok didn’t need to understand, but he really hoped his heart would tell him whether he was doing the right thing or not this time.
It was one of those miraculous days where you got to go home early, your mood brightening even if there was still some tiredness in your system. The reason? Because you would be able to spend some time with your beloved son, and maybe get to spend some time with Wooseok, invite him to have dinner now that you got the time to prepare it, just as a way to thank him for all the help he had provided you the past few months.
You weren’t expecting his call that day, nor any other day, if you had to be honest. It had been some years since you last saw him, things between you not ending well and that weighed you, but there was nothing any of you could have done to avoid it. After your ex and father of your son left, you felt a little bit lost, almost instantly regretting your decisions when the screen of your phone lit up with an unknown number. Slightly scared of it belonging to him, you picked up, your eyes filling with tears as the familiar low voice greeted on the other side of the line, wondering if it was your phone number. Of course he went silent the second you said yes, the awkwardness lingering in the air before he proceeded to ask how you were, and since then none touched the topic about what had happened once a long time ago.
Maybe because both of you knew what happened, and understood each other and your reasons to have done that. You were pregnant, and at the moment you thought about prioritizing family… how were you supposed to know that the man next to you would turn out to be an ungrateful asshole? And although kicking him out pained you, in the end you hoped to have taken the best decision, both for you and for the future of your son, but even then the thought of him asking for his father someday hunt you every day.
Reaching for the doorknob, you breathed in, collecting yourself as you opened the door and heard a cheering scream followed by tiny steps running towards you. The bags on your arms almost fell to the floor as you picked up the overjoyed kid, not caring about the paint in his small hands staining your clothes and kissing his plump cheeks. Wooseok stood up from the floor, giving you a small nod as a greeting before he helped you out with the groceries, taking them to the kitchen and starting to put everything in its place. The subtle detail made you smile; nothing had seemed to change between you two, and it made you happy. It was as if you had never stopped being friends, as if he had never left, making himself comfortable in your apartment after the six months you had shared together.
“Thank you for babysitting him again.” Wooseok sighed frustrated but shook his head the same way he had the last two months, giving up telling you to stop doing that.
The kid in your arms held your face, his fingers leaving a trace of paint along the bridge of your nose before laughing hysterically. “Hyung and I have been painting! Want to see?”
You giggled at his enthusiasm, getting closer to the table where a spectrum of different drawings were spread. Your son pointed out the fox, the cat and the wolf that he drew, ignoring what seemed to be panels that told a story in a similar way to a comic, the style reminiscing you of the drawings that Wooseok used to make when you were young. Right as you were about to read it, delicate fingers covered the paper, your friend coming back just in time to have you more intrigued about the story.
Trying to ignore it, you complimented the rest of the paintings. “You did so well! Aren’t you a whole artist? I think you deserve a prize…” His eyes got bigger waiting for it. “A thousand kisses!”
The whole room was filled with his vibrating chuckles as you snuggled and pressed your lips to his cute face, Wooseok smirking as he saw you two, warmth spreading through his body before remembering he was staying more time than what was needed.
“I should go now–”
“Hyung deserves kisses too!” The innocent demand made you both stop. “He also drew a lot and he’s good, right?”
How to explain this to a four year old? “Well, yes, but–” You could already sense the grumpy expression coming and that usually was followed by a waterfall of questions, so you simply leaned in and pressed a kiss on Wooseok’s cheek.
“That was one kiss.” What a witty kid. “And you should do it like in dramas!” His body stretched to grab one of the drawings by the older to show you an example, but what was pictured made your cheeks burn.
It had been a memorable day for him too, apparently.
“Those kisses are for special people!” Wooseok’s voice got high pitched as he snatched the paper as delicately as he could in order to not scare the kid. “Friends don’t give those to each other.”
The frown on the child’s face grew. “But mom said you were someone special for her.”
“N-no, I didn’t say that–”
“Yes, you did! After the first time hyung came home!” His memory was a blessing when you were forgetting to take something to your work, but right now it was closer to become a curse than anything else.
“Playtime is over, go wash your hands so that you help me cook, yes?” Sighing in defeat, he ran to the bathroom as soon as you put him on the ground, the mention of food distracting him enough to forget the recent argument.
You walked to the kitchen, ignoring Wooseok’s lingering gaze as you ran the water in the kitchen and scrubbed the rests of paint off your hands.
But he had to clear his throat. “So I’m a special person to you, huh?” That was something you wished had changed: his teasing nature.
“Uh, yeah…” The hesitation in your voice was obvious as you turned around to face him, not expecting him to be that close. “Am I?”
By the way his eyes started shaking, you could say he wasn’t ready for a comeback. Even if he hadn’t changed much, you did, and it appeared as if he was noticing it just now. However, his actions didn’t waver as he took a few tissues behind you, dampening them with water and pressing them against your face, cleaning what your son had left.
“You always were.”
It was hard to breathe if he stared at you with such intensity that made you forget how to even pronounce words, the sincerity sounding too real for you to brush it off as a joke. Thankfully, his phone received a message, giving you the perfect opportunity to turn around and hide the blush in your face while grabbing what you needed to cook.
“Hyung, will you stay for dinner?” The small voice caused you to close your eyes, slightly cursing at yourself for not having asked that to Wooseok before.
“Ah, I don’t think I can tonight, buddy… maybe next time, yes?” He ruffled the little one’s hair before grabbing his stuff and walking to the door. “Sorry to leave so hurriedly but I have to be somewhere, is it–”
“Yes!” It wasn’t your intention to raise your voice like that, but the mix of emotions inside you was hard to control. “I mean, yeah… it’s totally fine, don’t worry.”
“I’ll come back tomorrow.”
“Mhmm.”
If you tried to talk again, you were almost sure that you wouldn’t be able to hide anything, so the only option was to give a short, simple answer. You could sense his hesitation but still the door closed behind you, the air becoming much lighter.
A sigh caught your attention. “I wanted hyung to stay…”
You smiled picking up the kid and handing him the plastic mixing bowl he liked to play with. “Me too, baby, me too.”
After that day, none of you exchanged more words or looks than necessary. He would get home right on time for you to go work, and as soon as he came he would say goodbye. The atmosphere had somehow became more awkward than the first day you met each other again, and it was hard for you to figure how to change it. Each time you were about to ask if he wanted to stay, he had already left the apartment, your anxiety increasing. You didn’t want him to think that you were merely using him as a babysitter, although you had to recognize that it helped you out quite a lot and even more during holidays.
The couch welcomed your body as you flipped the pages of one an album, the unusual silence making you feel lonely and causing you to come up with ways to find comfort, old photos apparently doing the work. You had asked for the day off and it was also the birthday of a friend of your kid, so you dropped him there early and now a good few hours awaited… but it had been so long since the last time you had an opportunity like this that you weren’t sure what to do.
Getting overwhelmed with the nostalgia, you left the photo album on top of the small table and went to your room, taking off the old pajamas and instead trying on a dress you hadn’t worn in a long time. It looked nice… and it also felt nice. You tried fixing your hair in different ways, laughing when you realized you had been making faces in front of the mirror for the past ten minutes.
A knock on the door interrupted your fun, nervousness starting to settle in your system while you tried to remember whether you had told Wooseok that he didn’t need to come today or not. When you got to the door, taking a glance through the peephole was enough to confirm your suspicions: you hadn’t. Hiding behind the door, you opened, him walking right inside with a heavy bag, stopping a second to take off his shoes and then continued, slumping down on the couch.
“I brought the games you asked for, kiddo, better come here before your mom leaves or… Wow.” His eyes finally looked your way when you closed the door, his mouth dropping open before he cleared his throat and stared at the bag he had. “Where is–”
“He had a birthday party today.” He froze. “And I have the day off.” You could see his posture change. “I forgot to tell you, I’m so sorry–”
Not a second later, he stood up, picking up the bag and walking to the entrance. “That’s fine, don’t worry, I’ll leave right now.”
This was your chance, and it was slipping right between your fingers, so you took it. His steps came to a halt, the grip on his sleeve making it impossible for him to move and you made the biggest effort to get over your fear.
“Would you like to stay?” Wooseok didn’t say anything. “You already came all the way here… and I’ve meant to thank you for these past months.” What a ridiculous excuse.
As if he could read your mind, he turned around, giving you a half smile. “I would like that.”
It was your turn to freeze, appreciating the small distance that separated both of your hands before waking up from the trance to go to the kitchen. “Coffee?”
“Mhmm.”
The silence prolonged, although the weird feeling that was present the other days had vanished. You weren’t sure if something changed, but it made you feel relieved. Quickly, you prepared a cup for each, smiling to yourself when you noticed you still remembered the way he liked it. When you turned around, he wasn’t behind you, but rather checking the album you were flipping through before on the couch. You handed him his cup, cautiously analyzing his expression when he took a sip of it and feeling warm when he smiled.
“Glad you like it.”
You sat next to him, getting comfortable as you peeped over his shoulder to see the picture he was staring at fondly, your heart tumbling seeing it was you and him years ago, the dress you were wearing looking more alive than now. And the look in your eyes was different too, even if it wasn’t evident because you were staring at Wooseok laughing, one of the few pictures you had of him doing it.
“You looked beautiful that day.” It seemed as if he was talking to himself, studying the picture and comparing it with his drawing. “Just like now.”
Taking compliments wasn’t your biggest talent and he knew that, flipping the page and stopping abruptly at the envelope that rested in the next one. The edges were worn out from the amount of times you had opened it to read the letter inside, the words in it becoming your healing song whenever you faced a hardship in the past.
“Ah, that–”
“I can’t believe you kept it.” His eyes looked sad as his fingers caressed his own calligraphy spelling your name on the front.
You had to swallow before answering. “It’s precious to me.”
“My confession letter?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “It was so bad.”
Even if he was talking about himself, it made you feel offended, grabbing it and holding it close to your chest. “It’s not!” Wooseok stared at you wide eyed. “The only bad thing was the timing.”
He couldn’t hold back his laugh. “You are right there… I don’t know what was I expecting.” He scratched the back of his head.
“The truth, I guess.”
“What?”
Was there any use in lying about it now? “Well, I liked you too… but I was already dating with–”
“The asshole.”
You chuckled. “Yeah.”
The silence grew between you two, but this time Wooseok was the one to cut it.
“You never told me.”
Shrugging, you caressed the letter. “When I had made up my mind, you had left and I was pregnant, so… I thought the right thing was to move on.”
Wooseok’s piercing gaze was fixed on you, but the confessions were too many for you to face him while saying it out loud, so you kept fidgeting with the end of your dress, remembering how he had complimented you back then during your birthday party and how later his hands had been on the exact same place when you shared your first kiss. The next day you pretended nothing had happened, afraid to ruin the friendship, and it wasn’t until a year later that the paper between your hands confessed that he had done the exact same thing for the exact same reason. But it was too late.
“And what do you think is the right thing now?” You raised your head, finding Wooseok just a few centimeters away from you.
“I don’t know…” Your eyes dropped to his mouth. “I don’t think it matters, either.”
Just like that, his lips were on yours, the same feelings that invaded you that one time making themselves notice again. The electricity itched in your fingertips as the letter slipped of them, his hand resting on the back of your neck to bring you closer, stealing your breath right after you recovered it over and over again. You lost track of time, your chest welling up with all the repressed feelings as he held you between his arms, feeling weightless under his touch and becoming conscious of the burning sensation that his fingers left on your skin as he traced senseless figures on it.
When he finally pulled away, both shared the stupidest grins.
“That felt right, at least.”
Maybe it was the dress, or the kiss, or the situation, or simply Wooseok, but for the first time in years you laughed the way you did back then, and he did the same. Silently, you thanked to the objects next to you for helping you recreate a new cherished memory, although you were sure you wouldn’t need anything to remember this one.
The coffee went cold as the two of you kept talking about the past, confessing each other small secrets, some reminiscing of ancient times while others were incredibly recent, like him saying he was really happy when you cured the small wound on his face, or you telling him that you really loved his voice when he sang and that you wanted to hear it again since that night, or him explaining that the reason why he always left was because he didn’t trust his friend Seungyoun to take care of his apartment not one bit (sometimes threatening him to move his whole studio there).
A familiar melody caught your attention, making you grab your phone and pick up the call ignoring Wooseok’s mocking faces (“that’s my song”), nodding a few times before hanging up.
“The party is about to finish… do you want to walk with me there? It’s not very far away from here.”
“Sure, but under one condition.” You hummed for him to continue as you got up. “Keep the dress on. It really looks pretty on you.”
If it weren’t because you were in a rush, you would have called him out on his cheesiness, but secretly you appreciated it. “Shut up.”
Not ten minutes later you were already walking down the street, close to each other without being able to erase your silly grins from your faces. As you got close to the address, you saw your son running towards you, immediately blabbering about all he had done during the day and greeting Wooseok as if nothing. A few blocks later, he was complaining about walking, saying he was too tired for it and demanding to be picked up and of course Wooseok gave in immediately, the child falling asleep on his shoulder in record time as you continued walking. You felt a small touch on your hand, turning to see the male’s fingers hitting yours on purpose while pretending to look away until you finally held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
“You know…” His voice was soft as if to not wake up the toddler. “I could get used to this.” His eyes dropped to your hands and then to his other arm holding your kid. “If you agree on it, of course.”
The tightness in your throat didn’t let you answer, just like the day he had handed you the letter, but this time you simply nodded and kissed the back of his hand, ignoring the pressure in your chest. “I would like that.”
Wooseok pressed his lips together, his eyes becoming small as he tried to hide his happiness.
“I would like that too.”
A sleepy voice added its opinion: “Me too!”
I’m... quite proud of this one. Yes, it’s fucking long for the kind of stories I tend to write but it just;; happened;;; I really hope you enjoyed it tho kasjkdjks. I was going to try and make the child gender neutral but since I wanted them to interact plenty with the kid I just went for he/him pronouns to fit the gif ^^;
you watched the lights of daejeon light up from the roof of your apartment. the pink and orange hues of the sky contrasted the faux brightness that seeped its way into each nook and cranny of your neighbourhood. you watched school children sneak back into their houses, afraid their parents would catch them in their teenage shenanigans. you watched adults stepping out of their cars, tired from work, joy etched on their faces knowing that they had a bed waiting for them. to them, today was an ordinary day. they’d live out this day a thousand times. you envied them, with all the hurt that you had bottled up in yourself, collected from today, 2 years ago.
you tried to resent him. you tried every method to hate him. ex boyfriend! wooseok was insufferable. he was the epitome of happiness to you. the light he brought into your life was incomparable to the street lamps that guided the residents of daejeon into their homes. you tried to forget him. the excessive drinking and isolation caused pain but the pain wooseok had left you hurt more. in the end, you accepted it, it was a part of you.
his decision to move to seoul was abrupt, but you were happy for him at first. in the years you knew him, his passion for entertaining others was prevalent. he has the voice of an angel. in the nights you couldn’t sleep, he was there to sing for you. those nights were the most memorable, they were the nights where you slept well, without creeping doubt for the day that would come. you knew wooseok could be that person to thousands of other people.
perhaps you did forget him for a while. wooseok was a beautiful soul and you forever thanked destiny for his existence in your life. but as he debuted, his visuals gained attention from all of korea. he got offers from beauty companies all over the country, and his face was everywhere. soon enough, the memories flooded in your head. getting caught up in a tsunami would be less excruciating. the gratitude you felt for him soon turned into anger. you were angry that he could be so selfish. didn’t he think of you? when he smiled in vlives, laughed with his members, did he really mean it?
august 15 2019
he changed. so did you. it was nearing his second debut. wooseok would be charming the world again. his fanbase was steadily increasing. he was living his dream. you had realised that wooseok achieved true happiness. maybe it was you who was holding him back. the time you were with him was a beautiful time. he gave you unforgettable memories, and you gave him a temporary peace of mind. but his heart was longing to be an idol, and you had to accept that.
of course it still hurt - he was your home, but for kim wooseok, you could bare the pain lingering in your heart.
[11:59 pm] tears spilled out of your eyes then onto your pillow. earlier today, you confessed to crush!wooseok, a mutual friend of yours. of course he was the sweetest by telling you in the nicest way, but rejection is rejection. sobbing into your pillow, you slowly cried yourself to sleep, hoping to get over wooseok soon.
Irritated as he watched you lean over and kiss Xiao, he began to think things and thought maybe you’d leave him now for his friend. He’d be distant for the rest of the night until you told him you would never leave him after a silly kiss.
NO SUL IL ▫ KUHN
Confused, he wasn’t all familiar with truth or dare so when you got dared to kiss Jinhoo he’d shoot everyone a weird glare as if asking ‘are you for real?’ afterwards he’d pull you into his lap and kiss you repeatedly.
KO MIN SOO ▫ KOGYEOL
Mature about it, he knew it was just for a stupid game and wouldn’t get fussy over it. Afterwards you’d apologise and he’d just kiss you softly and tell you he knew how hot he was and that you would never leave him for ‘that.’
LEE SUNG JUN ▫ WEI
Pouty, he’d be so upset that he has to watch you kiss Kuhn and be clingy for the rest of the night with you, and end up being the one apologising later for being upset but you forgave him and told him the kiss was just a kiss.
LEE CHANG HYUN ▫ BIT-TO
Confused at first he would wonder what was happening and why it was, roughly pulling you off Kogyeol and shooting him a confused and angry look while the others bursted out with laughter. You explained to him you guys were playing spin the bottle.
KIM WOO SEOK ▫ WOOSHIN
Nope. Nup. Nu uh. No. He was not happy with the rules of losing truth or dare since he knew you were going to be the main target of the game. It was simple, you back out of a dare or truth you have the give the asker a kiss. He pulled you out of there and spent the rest of the night with you.
SEON YE IN ▫ SUNYOUL
Okay with the situation, you lost a bet so it was only fair. You’d give him a look of ‘why are you encouraging this’ causing him to smirk. As soon as it was over and the others left he would pin you down to the couch and begin leaving purple blossoms, a clue to the night ahead.
HANG YU JIN ▫ GYUNJIN
Oh boy you’re in trouble as soon as your lips touched Kogyeol’s, he couldn’t bare to watch you and him so he simply locked himself in his room. You shared a confused look with the others, so you went and asked him what’s wrong only to have his dominant side come out. “On your knees now princess.”
LEE HWAN HEE ▫ HWANHEE
Upset that he had to see that, he’d be confused as to why you would cheat on him only for you to explain later on that it was Gyunjin who came onto you and kissed you. He could feel relief in his chest but he still didn’t hesitate to go after his member and yell at him.
LEE DONG YEOL ▫ XIAO
Uhm, he’d be blushy and all red when you pecked Hwanhee’s lips quickly for a stupid dare. He would pull you into his lap after and smother your face in kisses causing you to giggle and swat him away.
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“Oh come on you two it’s just a game! Stop being such chickens.”
The maknae whined loudly at the two sitting on opposite sides of the circle. If they weren’t going to follow to rules of True or Dare then they have to follow through and not be sitting ducks. Originally this game had started out lighthearted and fun but now, now it was a slight nightmare for everyone.
“I am not a chicken Xiao, I just never signed up for this.”
“Then prove it Hyung. Show us that you’re not a chicken.”
Wooshin sighed heavily as he began to rethink his life choices up until this point in time. Sitting in front of Kogyeol, he realized this was a bad idea and even though it was just a game, there was something very wrong with this situation. Sure, he wasn’t going to deny that he’s had a crush on the older for a while now but there was one thing, or should I say one person, standing in his was: Kuhn. Kogyeol and Kuhn had been dating since basically forever and when Wooshin found out it almost broke the boys’ heart.
Now, at present, he was faced with two choices and depending on which one he takes it will either end with him having a nice old shiner or him forever being called a chicken by his friends. He glanced at the boy in front of him, a small smile gracing the others’ lips, then he made his choice. Hopefully the consequences wouldn’t be too…severe.
“Xiao maybe you shouldn’t have him do this dare. I realize it’s a game but daring him to use the pepero stick with Kogyeol…you’ve gone too far.”
Sunyoul placed a hang on youngers’ shoulder, a look of concern washing over his facial features. No body moved as he was right: daring Wooshin to play the pepero game was one thing but with Kogyeol, that’s a no. Kuhn, currently sitting next to said male, had a dark look to him as he held on to his lovers’ waist protectively. He didn’t like what the maknae was proposing, even if it was just a game between friends.
“I’m not a chicken, Wei give me that pepero stick.”
Said male held out the box hesitantly, his eyes darted from Wooshin to Kogyeol, as the black-haired boy took one of the sticks. He placed it between his lips and motioned for the red head to sit in front of him, which he didn’t refuse. Kuhn watched with hawk eyes as the two scooted closer together in what seemed like slow motion to him. For Wooshin on the other hand, he felt like things were moving at the speed of light as he sat in front of the one person he loved more than anything.
“You ready?”
All he could do was nod his head as Kogyeol wrapped an arm around his neck, bringing the younger closer to him. The boys held their breaths as they watched, some in horror and others…not so much when the two began to eat the pepero stick. As their faces got closer to each other Wooshin was losing his balance, without thinking he placed his right hand on Kogyeols’ neck to steady himself.
The air in the room grew cold, stale, suspense hung around the circle as they watched the scene before them with anticipation. Kuhn held his breath as his lover and friend came together, his eyes growing larger by the second. Wooshin blushed bright pink as he felt the warmth of Kogyeol’s breath on his lips. The latter smiled smugly but proceeded with his train of action until their lips were three centimeters apart.
He was about to pull away from the younger then someone shoved him from behind causing him to fall into Wooshin. Within a second the pepero stick was gone and the two boys were lip locked and wide eyed while everyone else laughed their heads off. Kuhn was the only one who didn’t laugh, in fact he looked rather stone like as he stared at the pair of idiots. Kogyeol quickly pulled away only to rid his lips of Wooshin’s lip balm and scoot back to Kuhn.
The tall male snaked his arm around the vocal and a devilish smile creeped over his lips but no one noticed. They were all too busy with the blushin Wooshin who sat still in the middle of the circle dumbfounded. He touched his lips lightly before scooting back to his place in the circle and letting the game proceed. Hwanhee and Xiao got picked next and they ended up doing something not meant for kids their age.
“Dude are you okay?”
The black-haired boy turned to the voice that spoke quietly in his ear and nodded his head slowly. Wei frowned but decided it was best not to argue with him or pry at the moment so he let is slide. Kuhn and Kogyeol had gone into their own world once again, with Kuhn making the younger blush like mad and sneak kisses. Wooshin watched silently with a heavy heart but an even heavier conscience. What they had done was out of line and he knew that very well but whoever pushed Kogyeol into him was going to pay a big price.
“I’m going to bed.”
His voice was barely audible but the guys got the message and bid him good night. Only Kuhn and Kogyeol weren’t paying attention but he couldn’t care less about those two. If anything, he wanted to forget what had just transpired between them. Sleep was always his way of relieving the stress of the day and now he really needed to knock out. Wei and Gyujin watched him slowly retreat from the living room, his back showed exactly how he felt: lost and unsure of what would come next.
“Go check on him in a few minutes just to be sure…”
Wei whispered to the younger who nodded his head before turning his attention to Bitto who had called him out for Truth or Dare. It was unsettling to say the least, everyone knew how bad the situation was but instead of helping they made it worse. Unlike Wooshin, Wei knew who pushed Kogyeol into him: Kuhn. It was a horrible trick and he was being a horrible team mate to the younger but did her care?
“Alright guys I think that’s enough for tonight, let’s all go to bed.”
Jinhoo said cheerily while herding Hwanhee and Xiao to their room with Gyujin trailing behind them. Bitto chuckled at the sight as he stood up and went into his room, followed by Sunyoul who rubbed his eyes sleepily. Only Kuhn, Wei, and Kogyeol were left in the living room and Wei was about to go off. He waited until the two love birds were about to get up to shoot up from his seat and shove them both back to the ground.
He pinned down Kuhn quickly, he knew Kogyeol wouldn’t interfere with him, and a low growl came from his throat. His eyes were rage filled and all Kuhn could do was lay there in silence and slight terror. Wei didn’t say anything for a while as he wanted to gather his thoughts in a coherent way before he started yelling at the top of his lungs.
“You. Rat. Bastard.”
“I’m sorry man I really am but Wooshin was going to tr—“
“Oh shut the fuck up you ding bat and listen to me. You get to apologize to Wooshin tomorrow and don’t even think I won’t be watching.”
He swiveled his head in an animalistic manner towards Kogyeol and his frown deepened. The red head didn’t move a muscle as he glanced from his boyfriend to his best friend who was threatening both of them. This was a very different side of Sungjoon that he’d never seen before but he knew right away he didn’t like it.
“And you. You could have said no. Both of you are horrible people.”
With that Wei stood up to his full height, looming over the two boys on the floor who couldn’t bring themselves to say anything. He gave one last glare before stomping off to his shared room with Wooshin and promptly slammed the door. The repsonce to this was Jinhoo popping his head out from around the corner, looking wide eyed for a split second and then glaring at the two on the floor.
“You guys better make it up to both of them. Go to sleep.”
His door too slammed shut but no one else responded as they all knew what two slams of doors meant: stay in your rooms or suffer the consequences. The two looked at each other for a moment then went to their room in silence. No words were exchanged for the rest of the night and they knew very well if they didn’t fix the problem they created then Jinhoo would actually kick them out.
The next morning everything was silent, that it until a loud crash could be heard from the kitchen and a scream came from somewhere in a bedroom. Jinhoo and Gyujin came running out first to find Wei screaming at the island table in the kitchen. It took only a moment before they realized someone was on the other side of the island and they quickly moved to look. There on the floor was Wooshin, a pool of blood circling his arms as he lay there motionless.
“Get a fucking ambulance right now and get me the two fuckers from the back room. We’re settling this old school.”
Wei and Gyujin took to his words, moving at the speed of light as they rushed around. The pillar called the hospital and held Wooshin gently while Gyujin banged pots and pans until the two love birds came out. That’s when he let them have a piece of his mind then yelled, for everyone to hear, “YOU ARE PAYING FOR THIS OPERATION ON WOOSHIN AND YOU ARE GOING TO APOLOGIZE OR I’M GOING TO ACTUALLY BREAK BOTH OF YOUR LEGS AND ARMS SO YOU CAN’T BE IN THIS BAND!”
When he came back to the kitchen Jinhoo and Wei could’ve sworn they saw literal fumes coming out of his ears but they decided it was best not to say anything about it. The ambulance came in ten minutes and took Wooshin to the hospital with Wei going along to make sure things went fine. Jinhoo gathered the boys all together in the living room but said nothing as his evident glare and hunched back showed he was already pissed enough.
All eyes turned to the couple and waited for them to talk, but nothing like that happened. Finally Xiao groaned in exasperation, stood up, then smacked Kuhn across the face. The sound echoed through the dorm as it was the only sound to be heard. This caused everyone to flinch but keep their positions until other actions became necessary. The older held his cheek and glared back at the youngest who returned the look with pure rage and defiance.
“You did this. I hate you.”
“Yeollie…”
Hwanhee gently pulled the youngest back to sitting and rubbed his back in steady circular motions as it’s the fastest and best way to calm him down. Kogyeol turned away from his lover for a moment then stood up and moved to sit with Sunyoul who stiffened a bit but didn’t object to squeezing the older’s shoulder for comfort. Kuhn sighed heavily, he knew he lost and somehow, he still wanted to believe this wasn’t happening.
“I’ll apologize to Wooshin when he wakes up.”
“If he wakes up you bastard. If Wooshin dies because of this then you get to explain to Andy what happened.”
Xiao growled and everyone watched as his hands balled into fists so tightly that his knuckles went white as a sheet. Kuhn took good note of how angry the youngest was, the divide was already so clear but no one would back down enough. Jinhoo frowned more as he waited for Kuhn to say something, anything, but that didn’t happen.
“Let’s all go. We need to check on Wooshin. Gyujin you stay with Kuhn and make sure he doesn’t do anything as stupid as last night. Kogyeol you get to stay in my room for the rest of the day until we all get back.”
The others stood up and walked out of the dorm, slamming the door behind them as they exited. Neither of the boys tried to fight Gyujin, they knew what happens when he gets angry and it wasn’t pretty. Kuhn stayed put in the living room while Kogyeol went to Jinhoo’s room to reflect on what happened. There was peace in the dorm for the first time in the last 12 hours but would it be kept?
