fifteen minutes.
here is the continuation to this. it's been sitting in my drafts for months because it isn't complete (aka the smut is missing) but i thought i should post it anyway and attempt to finish the last part this month. thank you for reading!
★ best friend!Euijoo x afab!reader
★ content: nothing spicy... yet!
★ word count: 1.2k
you’re avoiding Euijoo.
the first week you guys didn’t speak, he tried not to let it eat at him because he knew you were busy with work. so he locked the anxiety up the best he could and focused on his own work.
the second week, though, he could no longer ignore it; something was up.
usually, if it really was just work keeping you away, you would’ve at least been playing text tag by this time and planning to get together in the near future. instead your message thread ran dry and so he knew it was something more.
in your friendship, you didn’t like to submit to the rules of text message politics; you double, triple, quadruple text without shame. if you had something to say, Euijoo would be the first to know.
now you’re radio silent and he knows it’s his fault.
of course the stunt he pulled in your kitchen would have consequences.
it figures the one time he intentionally tried to broach past the fine line of friendship between you two, he messed it all up.
what kind of asshole would put you in such a vulnerable position and then try to play it off as a joke out of sheer panic? - he would, that’s who.
these are the kind of thoughts he's had over and over for the past two weeks; half feeling sorry for himself and half feeling sorry for putting you in such an awkward and uncomfortable position.
he’s supposed to be your best friend.
meanwhile, on your end, you have a similar thought:
he’s supposed to be your best friend.
and yet… you keep fantasizing about him.
you find yourself daydreaming in the middle of the afternoon, thinking about where his hands touched your waist. how his breath felt on your ear. his actual thigh between your legs.
your imagination has the benefit of sobriety for those moments, no alcohol dampening your memories the way your recollection of that other night is.
now every time you think about how he touched you, your brain takes it a step further and the images were not for the faint of heart.
all this has made it harder to fall back into normalcy with him - how can you possibly face him in real life when even just the sight of his contact photo in your pinned messages now made your stomach drop?
not to mention the fact that, on principle, you hadn’t actually acted on any of the spank bank material he had given you. everyday that passed had you feeling more and more tightly wound.
you’re sitting at your work desk, bordering on delirious, when the silence is finally broken and a string of messages comes through quickly, one after the other.
juju: hey! hope work hasn’t killed u lol jk
juju: i mean not jk that i do hope it killed you i mean jk that it could kill u
juju: i think u can handle it hahaha
juju: anyway are u going to fuma’s thing on friday?
you can’t help but smile at the messages, their casual nature somewhat easing your nerves about how long it’s been since you two had talked. maybe things could go back to normal (if your hormones let them)?
the three dots that indicate Euijoo is still typing linger at the bottom of your screen for a moment before disappearing.
you take that as your queue to respond, typing out a tentative ‘heyyy’ before overthinking your use of excess Y’s and settling for a simple:
you: hi! lol i think so
Fuma was one of Euijoo’s friends turned mutual friend because that’s how interconnected your lives were; you two were a packaged deal and so his friends became yours just like yours became his.
you had initially hesitated to accept the invite when Fuma had texted you but going over to his place for movie nights was always fun and you didn’t want to pass on it just because you were scared of how badly you wanted to fuck your best friend. it was a group hang out anyway and that meant you wouldn’t be left alone with Euijoo and possibly allowed to make a grave mistake.
juju: cool!
juju: carpool?
shit.
you hadn’t considered the fact that being inside a car with Euijoo was as alone as you could get without being in a room together.
some of your most intense conversations had happened while you were sat in the passenger seat of his car - the time you told him about losing your virginity, when he told you he lost his, the breakdown you had when you broke up with your first boyfriend; all those moments had happened there.
what if you word vomited and told him about how you’d been feeling?
what if you fucked it all up for good?
you could not get in that car with him. not now. not in the near future. not when you had so many feelings to sort out.
you: oh i need to work late that day :/
you: i’ll just go from work and see you there!
there.
a completely normal, believable, and safe excuse.
his reply only comes in the form of a thumbs up emoji and you put your phone away to finally put aside your daydreams and get some work done.
-
it feels karmic, like the universe is actively out to ruin your life; you’re convinced this shit could only happen to you.
“come on, come onnn…” you cry out before finally giving up on turning the ignition and slumping back into the seat. in place of the rumble of the engine of your car starting, there has only been a click when you turn the key.
it figures the one day you actually need to drive yourself somewhere, your car decides to die.
you don’t even entertain the idea of popping the hood to check what’s going on down there. instead, while scrolling through the search results listed under ‘car making weird click noise’, you consider calling your dad.
the consideration lasts a solid 10 seconds. an hour long lecture on adulthood and responsibility wouldn’t be worth the help.
no, you only have one viable option and you know it.
Euijoo picks up on the third ring and sounds slightly out of breath through the speaker.
“hey, what’s up? is everything okay? you’re still coming right?”
you try to ignore how his voice makes heat build in your belly.
“hi, yeah, are you there already?” you ask, unsure what response you’re hoping for.
“no, i just got out of the shower, actually.” Euijoo’s answer is paired with the sound of rustling and you can only assume it’s because he’s getting dressed.
you feel very normal about that fact.
“oh, do you think we could carpool then?”
“of course,” his voice comes through clearly, finally “i’m leaving right now so i can pick you up from the office in thirty minutes”.
damn, you had completely forgotten about your little excuse.
“oh, i’m actually home.” you don’t elaborate further but it’s okay because Euijoo just chuckles through the speaker.
“even better, i’ll be there in fifteen.”
fifteen minutes to get your shit together.