summary : wonjin has a crush, but is handling it very poorly.
a/n : this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and i've been having insanely bad writers block so i've decided to post it.. i'm not the happiest with how it came out but i think it's cute nevertheless.
despite being quite loud around his friends, and simply just in general, wonjin had a hard time expressing his feelings. most times, he'd avoid them in hopes they'd go away. however, this time, it was seemingly impossible.
on his first day of university, he happened to sit beside you. just like in some cheesy romance movie, you had asked him if you could borrow a pen as you'd forgotten yours. he gladly handed you one, taking in your facial features. wonjin felt his heart skip a beat when you nodded and mumbled a quick 'thanks'. he knew it was kind of stupid, but he couldn't help himself.
he only found himself thinking about you more after you'd failed to return his pen until the following day. he didn't expect you to remember, and when you did, he thought he could explode. he knew he shouldn't feel like this about someone he'd exchanged no more than twenty words with, but there was something about you that he couldn't get past.
all of that, plus a few more encounters with you, led him to where he was now. he saw you sitting in the library on your own, and figured now was as good a chance as any to try and talk to you for real. beside him sat his friend, jungmo, who was his #1 hype man… and also the only person he knew wasn’t busy.
“dude, just go up and say hi. the worst they can do is tell you to go away,” jungmo reasoned with wonjin, who was nervously shaking his leg, “if it helps, they probably won’t call the cops on you.”
after rolling his eyes at the older boy, he grabbed his books and stood up, slowly making his way over to you. he was thankful that you were so immersed in your textbook, since you didn’t notice him at all. with a deep breath, he slowly placed his books on the table in front of you. when you looked up, you could see the slight panic in his eyes, prompting you to laugh.
“oh, hey wonjin. did you wanna sit here?” you asked, catching him off guard, but he nodded and quickly took a seat across from you.
you two quickly got into a discussion about the lesson you’d had a day earlier, and how it made absolutely no sense to either one of you. wonjin was relieved you two had gotten on so easily, even if it was through talking about the one thing he wanted to avoid. as you rambled on, he kept sneaking little glances at you. what he didn’t know was that you’d seen every. single. one. you found it cute, and could see right through his little plan.
“you didn’t come here to study, did you?” you questioned him, causing him to shift in his seat.
“of course i did,” he scoffed, “what else do you go to the library for?”
“to talk to the person you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes,” you raised an eyebrow, “or am i just seeing things?”
wonjin was silent across from you, suddenly finding the table very interesting. how could you have known? he’d thought this out so well, right?
right?
defeated, wonjin let out a sigh, “okay, fine. but to be fair, my original plan was to study until i saw you here. i’ve wanted to talk to you, y/n, really.. but i never know what to say. my brain gets kinda… scrambled whenever i try to.”
you blushed a little, finding it adorable how he was so nervous to talk to you. you’d heard about this happening to other people, but it had never happened to you. it seemed like you were living in some sort of teen drama as you were listening to wonjin’s confession.
“i’ve wanted to talk to you too, you know. but you make it hard by running away each time i say hi.” you watched his facial expression change to one of embarrassment, “but don’t worry. it only made me more intrigued, if that helps.”
“i guess this is the part where i ask you out huh?” he laughed, seemingly talking to himself before finally looking up at you, “y/n, would you like to catch a movie this weekend?”
“as long as you don’t run away each time i talk to you, i’d love to.” you nodded, “let me give you my number, okay?”
wonjin watched as you pulled out a little notepad. after a few seconds, you hadn’t made any move to write yet. this made him a little nervous, he wasn’t gonna lie. luckily, his nervousness would soon subside when you spoke again.
you desperately tried to fight back the urge to just let your head fall on your folded arms. few minutes in and your brain can no longer register the words from the book. you blankly stared at your laptop, the word document filled with a lot of words that centered on your research paper.
bestfriend! wonjin who was sitting across you had the same look. eyes heavy and maybe without the bottle of coffee beside him, he would have not lasted any longer. but at least his brain was in a better state than yours. he was still alert. or maybe he was jumpy because of the caffeine?
the paper was to be submitted after lunch tomorrow. with it not even reaching the half this morning, bestfriend! wonjin had the urge to help you and sacrifice a good amount of sleep just to stay up with you and lend a hand in editing.
ah, whatever.
pushing the laptop a little, a space where you can fold your arms was created. "my brain is so tired," you mumbled, head falling on the top of your arms.
"can't think straight." there was a gap between your sentences. screw that paper. you wanted to sleep.
"but you know i have a crush on you." were your final words before you gave up and allow drowsiness to take over.
bestfriend! wonjin watched you, amused. his hand was extended to pat your head. good thing you were already sleeping or else you've caught sight of the faint blush creeping on his cheeks.
