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If Without You

Wooyoung x reader

best friends to lovers au

word count: 14?k idk

genre and warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive.

synopsis: your childhood best friend wooyoung decides to move in with you in the middle of your college degree, and now you just have to live with him and hide your very romantic feelings for him in the fear it would ruin your friendship.

The problem with your best friend Wooyoung was that his love language was physical touch.

And as someone who was deeply in love with their best friend, you weren't in quite an optimal situation- especially when that said best friend was going to move into your apartment until he found one for himself.

You found yourself irrationally panicking because of a number of reasons. First of all, your two-bedroom apartment was a mess right now. Secondly, there was only one bed, and having been childhood friends with Wooyoung which involved a lot of sleepovers, you knew he was going to get in your bed and make you sleep with him, so you had to somehow avoid that. And third...

You were positive he would notice you being all jumpy around him, and that couldn't end well.

You paused in the middle of cleaning the kitchen counter, wondering how you landed yourself in this shithole of one-sided feelings that you still didn't dare tell anyone about. You had been friends since elementary school with Wooyoung, your families being friends as well, and it was quite natural for the adults that you two got along so well, having sleepovers and what not.

And you could see why. Wooyoung, being the social butterfly that he was, had everyone wrapped around his fingers. Everyone, including you, adored him, and for good reasons. He was a good soul, and the world really needed more people like Wooyoung.

However... it was senior year of high school when you started realizing the feelings you had for Wooyoung might be crossing the boundaries of 'best friends'. It was the way you loathed the idea of Wooyoung going out with a girl that was not you, not because you had other intentions but because you knew none of those girls were good enough for Wooyoung and they would break his heart, and you did not want the light in Wooyoung's eyes and his smile to dim.

It was the way you yourself couldn't stomach the idea of going out with a boy who wasn't Wooyoung- because it was so comfortable with Wooyoung who knew you inside out, whose touch didn't scare you, whose hugs and kisses you never (okay, sometimes) got tired of. You would flinch when someone else touched you. You found your dates very, very boring. And you would always end up comparing the boys to Wooyoung.

And that had been the moment when you caught yourself comparing everyone with Wooyoung that you realized... and you were kinda glad that high school was over and you might part ways for college- only because you needed some time away from him to clear your head because the last thing you wanted was to ruin your friendship with him.

So when you moved out for college to another city, Wooyoung went to another city too, the two of you apart for the first time, which is when you started regretting being away from him because you missed him so much and two years into college but you still didn't have a friend like Wooyoung.

So it was quite a surprise to you when Wooyoung announced that now that he was done with his two years degree, he was moving to your city to pursue further studies and job and that he was moving with you right away so he wouldn't waste his holidays and find himself an apartment and a job.

Though the two of you called often, the last time you met was four months ago when you both were in your hometown, and you had been positive that you had your romantic feelings for Wooyoung under control. But now that you were going to be seeing him everyday...

You were not so sure anymore.

You prayed he had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, anyone. You prayed he was taken so you would have a reason to not think about him like that. Though your heart hurt at the thought, you knew it was necessary.

Making sure your house was neat, you went to your room to change, taking a shower and drying your hair, wearing a plain black T shirt with ripped jeans so if the two of you went out for dinner, you'd simply have to don a jacket over it. You did find yourself applying light makeup and fret over your hair because, well, you should appear good to someone who was meeting you after a long time.

He shouldn't have to see you in your usual messy state just yet, though he was the person used to seeing you in that state the most.

You heard your phone ring and immediately picked up when you read Wooyoung's name on it.

"I'm downstairs, what's your apartment number?"

You found yourself at the door, waiting for him to come and ring the bell, then ditched the idea and just went outside, waiting for him because gosh, you missed your best friend so much.

And the ding of the elevator was the best sound you'd heard in a while, your face stretching into a big smile when you saw Wooyoung-

He had changed, a lot.

Wooyoung immediately ran to you, you mirroring his actions as he crashed you in a hug, laughing loudly and patting your back, kissing your temple and breaking the hug to look at you.

"You look different! Did you get a hair cut?"

"I did," you smiled, "And you dyed your hair! Why haven't I seen this, Jung Wooyoung?"

"I wanted to surprise you," he laughed, wriggling his brows, and you scanned him- he suddenly felt so much taller and-

"Have you been working out?!"

Wooyoung smirked, taking two steps back and flaunting his muscles, shrugging off his jacket. You wowed, shaking your head.

"I bet the girls were all over you."

"They were," he grinned, and you smiled, motioning him to come inside, taking his small bag, "The rest of my stuff arrives tomorrow."

"Good," you said, "So. What do you wanna eat?"

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"This is so good," Wooyoung mumbled through his stuffed mouth, and you scoffed, putting another piece of meat in his bowl, "This is the place you love, right?"

"You can see why," you dipped your meat in a sauce, "The smell alone makes my knees weak."

"I can tell," Wooyoung grinned, "So, tell me how life has been these past four months."

You told him it had just been the usual- trying to balance studying and working and finding enough time for yourself too- going out and exploring, often alone, sitting in cafes with a book or your laptop, or if you were lucky, a friend.

"You still don't have a good friend?"

"I blame you for that," you eyed Wooyoung, "I forgot how to make friends because I never needed to. And look at you!"

"Ah, you can't exactly blame me," Wooyoung scoffed, "It's all you. You're scared that no one would be as good as me. My only fault is that I am your standard-"

You shut him when your threw your napkin at his face, making him shake his head, but the both of you noticed that you didn't deny it.

And Wooyoung did feel bad- he sometimes felt as if he really had stopped you from getting more exposure and making more friends, and he had often voiced this concern, but you had adamantly shut him down, saying you were an introvert through and through which meant you didn't like social interactions much and Wooyoung was a blessing to you because you would have been completely alone without him.

"What about you, huh? Did you make too many friends? Starting to forget about who really knows you?"

"Ay, come on. I can never," Wooyoung winked, sighing as he thought about how to word it to you, "I was... in a relationship. Didn't go well."

Your heart sank at his words, your brows furrowing in concern when you saw his face fall, "What went wrong?"

Wooyoung sipped on his water, "Well, the girl... she was my classmate. We were friends in the beginning, and she was a good friend, but then she said she wanted to try being more. And I liked her, so I thought it was a good idea. But..."

You instantly knew Wooyoung was going to hide something from you- he would always play with his earlobe when he wasn't being fully honest.

"She didn't like that I was... friends with everyone, friendly with anyone. So I ended it."

You narrowed your eyes at him, wanting to ask more but stopping because you could do that later. "If she can't accept you for who you are..."

"Exactly," Wooyoung smiled, "I know what I'm worth."

"You might think of yourself a tad bit too highly-"

"Ah, my self love has just increased tenfold ever since I broke up with her!" Wooyoung wriggled his shoulders in a silly dance and you waved your hand at him in dismissal, focusing on finishing the food.

"Are you sure you aren't in love with yourself, Wooyoung?"

"I might be," he grinned, and you couldn't help but laugh at how silly he was being.

Finishing up and paying the bill, you and Wooyoung started walking back to your apartment while you told him about the city, the expenses one normally had if they lived in an apartment like yours, which you had been lucky for, the time it took to get from college to home, from home to the main city, etc.

Entering your apartment, you showed him around- one room being your bedroom where you only slept, while the other was set to be your study/workplace, two desks in the corner.

"Are you okay with this room? I practically live in this room, so I don't mind either way."

"Your bed seems comfortable," Wooyoung pouted, and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Of course it does, take that room. I'll just sleep here-"

"Here? On that thing?"

"That thing, Wooyoung, is a futon where I nap occasionally, so I really don't see the problem."

"Oh come on," Wooyoung put an arm around your shoulder, "Think about the good old times, let's sleep together."

Your heart was jumping wildly in your chest and you were positive Wooyoung could hear it. You cleared your throat, sighing. "I'm a night-owl, so you can just sleep in my room. I'll sleep with you if I have the energy to make it to my room by the time I'm done with work."

"I better find you there," Wooyoung pointed a finger at you as he said it, and you twisted his finger, making him squeal in pain.

"You kick a lot while you sleep so I'm not so sure, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung grinned, saying he was going to take a shower, and as soon as he left the room, you slumped on your futon.

Because how long could you avoid sleeping in the same bed as him?

It wasn't like you both cuddled while sleeping- you were used to sleeping at the very corner and Wooyoung would hug a pillow while he slept. But... if you avoided him now, he would surely notice.

Let's think tomorrow, you thought, sitting on your desk and resuming your work from where you left.

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"You didn't come all night."

Your heart lurched at his words, making you almost choke on your drink, but you rolled your eyes.

"Stop being so dramatic, Wooyoung," you said, watching him stuff a pancake bite and pout, "I was too tired to even make it to the futon."

"Is that so?" He raised his brow, and you raised it back, because what did he mean by that?

He sighed in dismissal, "My stuff arrives today, I'm giving them your address. Should I just check if there's an apartment in your building available for me?"

Your eyes widened and you clapped, "We could be neighbours. Or wait-"

You both looked at each other, a slow grin spreading on each other's faces, "Should we just live together like we used to imagine?"

You thought about it- you and Wooyoung had always, when little, planned to just move out together and live together to save expenses and whatnot. It wasn't a bad idea- your apartment had two rooms. And yet...

It was Wooyoung.

You dismissed the other feelings, thinking from the perspective of the best friend you've known all your life and how this could work. It wasn't going to be a problem at all- in fact, it would relax you two from worrying about half the stuff you would have worried about if you continued living alone.

"But," you groaned, "You're too loud. And you never let me focus on my work-"

"Hey, is that the reason why you'll kick me out!" Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair, clearly disappointed, but you just shrugged.

"See? Too loud: proved."

"Oh come on," Wooyoung practically cried, "We'll split the bills and all, which means we both won't have to worry about working so much anymore, and- I'll even clean the house! I know you hate cleaning! And... I'll get the groceries!"

"No, I'll get the groceries, I actually like shopping alone. And as far as cleaning is concerned... just don't wreck the house."

"Does that mean it's a yes?" Wooyoung leaned forward, his eyes eager for a positive response, and you pretended to think about it.

"If you say no, what is our friendship even worth?"

"If you act like a fucking parasite, Wooyoung, I'll kick you out."

"Yay!" Wooyoung pumped his fist in the air, almost knocking his plate over, making you put your head in your hands.

"I'll make a list of rules and you have to follow them, or else I'm kicking you out."

"I'll do the same," Wooyoung said, grabbing a pen and paper from the nearest table and you gaped at him.

"I'm still the owner, you can't kick me out."

"As a matter of fact, I can, and you'll see that I can," Wooyoung warned, and you regretted ever saying yes, smiling as he handed you a page, the both of you working on your list. You tried peeking at his, but he just hid it from you, and you started listing your own rules:

1. If you're too loud, you're out.

2. If you are too clingy, you're out.

3. If you ever wear that rose scented men's perfume that I abhor, you're out.

4. If you tease me while I'm working, you're out.

5. If you invite friends over without my permission when I'm home, you're out.

6. If you so much as bring a girl home to have xxx in my bed, you're fucking out of my life.

7. If you're loud while I'm asleep, you're out.

"Hey, why are you being so harsh, putting 'you're out' after every sentence?" Wooyoung glared at you but you just folded your arms as he read the list.

"The last time I wore that perfume was when you told me you'd kill me if I wear it again!"

"Just had to make sure," you said, urging him to read the rest.

"Why would I bring a girl here when there's you?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You raised your brow, and Wooyoung stared at you for a moment before realizing how it sounded.

"I mean," he began, "I would never bring a girl home here, I know my limits."

"Thought so, now let me read yours," you said, and Wooyoung gave you his page, titled 'Wooyoung's Rules To Live By' in bold characters, making you scoff, and you started to read it:

1. You make the breakfast, I'll take care of lunch/dinner.

2. When I want to go out with you, you won't say no unless you have work or you're dying of an illness.

"Hey, what's with rule no. 2? If I don't feel like going out, you can't convince me to."

"I can, and I will," Wooyoung simply announced, making you sigh as you continued.

3. Saturday nights are our time, no meeting other people.

4. Good luck tolerating me :D

You snorted as you finished reading that short but meaningful rule list, agreeing to it.

"Was I too harsh with mine?" You wondered.

"You were!"

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"I'm considering kicking you out, Wooyoung, how come you have so much stuff for a single person?"

"Uhh," Wooyoung scratched the back of his neck as he looked around for a place to step in the living room, finding none, "Let's save up and rent a bigger apartment?"

"Where is that one box that said fragile, let me just jump on it real quick-"

"HEY, I'm sorry, we'll figure it out!"

You glared at Wooyoung- he looked incredibly hot in a simple white shirt with jeans, his streaked hair tied in a ponytail. You hadn't seen him look better your whole life.

It had to be the reason why you gave in real quick, wondering where to start unpacking.

"Okay first of all," you said, "Since I practically live in my study room, shouldn't I just move the rest of my stuff there and let you have the room with the bed?"

"You don't need to move anything, I'm already inconveniencing you enough," Wooyoung said, and you raised an eyebrow as if to say 'glad you know'. "Let me put my clothes and stuff in the study room, and I'll set my pc on the desk next to you."

"Sounds good," you agreed, "Are these all... clothes? 5 boxes? Seriously Wooyoung?"

"And what do you know about fashion," he tsk-ed at you, "I'm gonna upgrade your wardrobe as soon as I go shopping."

"I don't buy on impulse like you, Wooyoung, which is why I'm the smarter one here occupying less space and wasting less money on trivial things."

"Whatevs," Wooyoung said haughtily, "Let's begin with the clothes."

Setting up two clothes rack in the corner of what would now be called 'Wooyoung's room', you started hanging his shirts and jackets, folding all of his trousers in one box and putting it beneath the rack to save space. Meanwhile Wooyoung started lining up his shoes and you wowed at his collection.

"That's too much, I'd throw at least 3 of them out."

"I'd throw you out before I throw my babies," Wooyoung cradled his sneakers and you sneered at him.

"Well, that makes half the stuff," you went out, noting how it was now half the boxes that were gone. "We really need a bigger apartment if we're living together, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung stood beside you, thinking. Your apartment wasn't that big, and you knew it was gonna be tough living like this because even you had no space for clothes and shoes which was why they were usually everywhere.

"Should we start looking for a bigger one when I start working? I mean, we can manage it now."

"I don't know about the living together part... I mean, think about it Wooyoung. How long can we live together?"

"Well," Wooyoung folded his arms, "We're studying for two years, right? So let's find a new apartment for two years. We don't know what the future holds. Who knows? Maybe you'll love living with me and won't want to leave me-"

"You won't want to leave me," you corrected, "I don't particularly care about leaving you behind, in case you didn't notice."

"Oh come on," Wooyoung grinned at you, "You know you love me."

"Do I?" You wondered, and Wooyoung put you in a chokehold, making you slap his arm repeatedly until he let you go.

"Rule no. 7: Chokehold me and you're out?"

Wooyoung waved a hand in dismissal, opening the box of his personal belongings, finding more stuff than he thought he'd have. He looked at you.

"Do you think I can just slide this under the bed?"

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It took another hour before you were done, deciding that yes, you'll both move to a better apartment because you had savings and wanted to keep living in this area, and Wooyoung would live with you for two years then probably move out, depending on the situation then. Since the two of you were worn out, you both were sitting shoulder to shoulder, half lying on the couch in the living room, the television on but both of you too tired to focus, waiting for food to be delivered.

"I think it's all the talking that gets me tired," you said.

"Are you saying I talk too much?"

"I'm saying you make me talk too much, dumbass," you sighed, "I'm so drained."

"Me too," Wooyoung said, sliding further down and resting his head on your shoulder, making you sigh internally.

You needed to get yourself a boyfriend so you'd stop thinking about Wooyoung.

But you weren't sure that would solve the problem, especially when Wooyoung was sitting like this, casually playing with your hands, "I don't think I said it, but thanks for letting me live with you. I was very lonely the past two years- I don't think I can live alone. I was always inviting someone for sleepovers."

You laughed lightly, patting his cheek because he was so adorable. "You really can't, can you?"

He leaned in to your touch, smiling, "This feels like I'm home. My apartment never felt like home, but this... it feels like home."

"I know what you mean," you said, agreeing because sitting here like this with him reminded you of your hometown, which you really missed.

The bell rang and Wooyoung got up, saying he'll get the food, and you cleared the table so he could place the pizza box there. As you both ate, you filled each other on gossip from your hometown, which went something like this:

"I can't believe Yunho and Mingi are finally dating. It was about fucking time."

"I'm just waiting for Seonghwa and Hongjoong to get married to someone else because if they cross 30 they'll just end up marrying each other."

"I think Yeosang has a girlfriend- there's no way he got that glow up for himself."

"San looks more and more like a playboy as he ages, I'm only okay with that because I know he's literal sunshine."

"Jongho and San's mom hang out more than the two now."

"My mom thinks I'll start going out with San only because that one time he dropped me off home when I met him four months ago."

Wooyoung laughed at that, the idea of you going out with San somehow more hilarious to him than it should have been. You eyed him as he laughed his lungs out.

"What?" You eyed him, "Do I not look like someone who would date San?"

"It's not that," he tried calming himself, "I just can't imagine it. Actually, I can't imagine you with anyone for that matter."

"Why? San is a pretty nice guy," you wondered, "And what do you mean by that, Jung Wooyoung? Am I that unattractive?"

"No, that's not what I mean, you're attractive enough," Wooyoung waved a hand at you, "It's just... I don't know what kind of a guy would make you happy, for that matter. I know you haven't had the best experiences in the past as well."

"Ugh," you pinched your nose bridge, "Do not recall the dark times."

"I literally had to drag you home because you wouldn't stop crying when you thought that guy founded you unattractive! Poor guy told me he just thought you weren't interested in him, and I had to give him a pat because he wasn't wrong."

"And what did I do for him to think I wasn't interested? He was kinda hot... what was his name again?" Wooyoung shrugged, and you continued, "Anyways, he was hotter than me definitely, and he wouldn't stop eyeing the girl that sat near us who was also hotter than me, so of course it hurt me. It was my first blind date and it was that time of the month, so don't blame me for being overly emotional."

"The problem with you, dear, is that you don't know how beautiful you are," Wooyoung said, and you looked at him- who gave him the right to say such things out loud and make your heart flutter? "Anyone who knows you knows that you're beautiful inside and out."

You smiled at him, and Wooyoung grinned, "Maybe more outside than inside, but-"

"HEY!" You slapped his arm, making him laugh out loud and apologize profusely.

"I was kidding! You know I love you and think you're beautiful, don't you?"

"I can't tell if you're joking or not anymore," you said, feeling heat creep up to your cheeks-

"Your blush says otherwise."

You gaped at him, slapping his arm again, muttering that you were going to wash up and go to bed, and once you were alone in the shower, you had to stifle the smile that made way to your face.

Wearing your PJs, you went to your room where Wooyoung had already made himself home in your bed, and you sat in front of your vanity, towel wrapped around your hair as you did your measly skincare routine.

"Tired?"

"Very," you answered, "I'm glad I worked before your stuff arrived."

"Aw, thanks for helping me out. Come on, I'll massage your shoulders as a gift."

"You don't need to," you said, but Wooyoung was already on his way, drying your hair with the towel and then massaging your shoulders, making you moan in satisfaction.

"That feel good?"

"Very," you grinned, "Learned it from my mom, didn't you?"

"Yes," he grinned back, "I can give you a back massage too."

"Nah, I'm good," you managed to say, and Wooyoung laughed, dragging you to bed with him, turning off all the lights except the dim night-light.

"This brings back memories," Wooyoung sighed, "Remember when we used to talk all night during sleepovers?"

"You did the talking, I did the listening," you said lazily, "We should do that again when I'm less sleepy."

"We will," Wooyoung promised, "I have so much to tell you."

"Me too," you smiled, welcoming sleep, feeling Wooyoung pull the covers on you.

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It was a rather busy first week with Wooyoung as a new resident. You had college in the morning, and though your work was mostly online, you still had to visit the office every once in a while. Apart from that, you were also using all the extra time you had to search for apartments, hoping to find a suitable one.

You had two things in mind you had to consider: An apartment you could afford even if you were living alone, and one feasible enough so two people could live in peace, weather it was Wooyoung or someone else.

You found three suitable ones- your favourite one out of the three was definitely one which was at quite a height, giving you a good view from the balcony. It was also the most expensive one out of the three, but nothing you couldn't afford.

You planned to take Wooyoung with you to finalize your apartment by the weekend. Wooyoung had been quite busy all week too, enrolling in college and finding work. Luckily, he had already contacted his workplace before he had arrived here, his friends already working there, so it had been easier for him.

You hadn't seen much of each other the whole week as well, but you figured it would get better once you were both settled in the new apartment. The only time you had for each other anymore was either during breakfast, where you both were too sleepy to talk much, and night where one of you already passed out somewhere before the other got home.

You were looking forward to the weekend, hoping to go out with Wooyoung, and it was definitely not because you remembered his Saturday-is-us rule. You really wanted a break, but figured Wooyoung must want it more, so you wanted to do something special for Wooyoung.

Which was why when you got home on Friday night, you waited until Wooyoung got home and asked if he had dinner, fixing something quick from the fridge so he could eat while you sat in front of him.

"This was one hell of a week and I want to go back to my hometown and sleep in my mom's lap with my little brother in my arms."

"What about your poor dad?"

"He can sleep on the couch," Wooyoung simply said, making you laugh.

"Gosh, you're such a baby. Anyways, are you free tomorrow? You know I have to show you the apartments, do you remember?"

"I do, and I'm free," Wooyoung was eating rather quickly and you told him to slow down.

"Okay, tomorrow is your day. What do you want to do? Let's do whatever you want."

Wooyoung set down his bowl, staring at you as he thought while you made faces at him to check if he was actually watching you or zoning out while he thought about it.

He was zoning out.

You saw his eyes come back to focus and he smiled, "Well, let's check out the apartments in the morning, lunch is on me, roam around in the evening and... do you wanna go clubbing?"

"Wooyoung! You know I hate clubs!"

"We need to have a drinking session and go to a bar or something!" Wooyoung practically shouted, "I don't understand why you don't drink when you're with me!"

"One of us drunk is enough, Wooyoung, two of us drunk would be a disaster," you shook your head.

"But I'm a good drinker," Wooyoung looked confused, "I can handle my drinks. You can't."

"You're a disaster anyway, drunk or not," you said, Wooyoung scoffing.

"Are you embarrassed because of that one time you couldn't stop crying when drunk-"

"That was one time!"

"That was the only time you drank with me!" Wooyoung looked disappointed and you knew why.

But he didn't need to know that the reason you had been a crying mess when drunk in front of Wooyoung was because you wanted to confess to him but held yourself back by crying because you feared it would ruin your friendship.

You didn't want to risk it again.

"Let's... keep the drinking for later," you said, hoping to delay it... two years if you could, "Let's do something else tomorrow."

"Alright," Wooyoung sighed and you breathed in relief, "We'll think of something then."

Which was how you ended up hiking at the night, trying to find a good spot to sit back and relax. 'Healing', Wooyoung called it, though you told him your feet would need actual healing after all the walking they had done today.

It had been an eventful and fun day. Wooyoung liked your choice of the apartment and you both finalized it, deciding to move in next weekend, taking note of all the things you'd need to buy for your new home. You both were pretty stoked about it, and talked about it throughout lunch- deciding to go for street food, trying different things.

You did buy some things for home when you explored the shops with Wooyoung, and decided to drop the stuff at your apartment first and freshen up before going hiking, which was Wooyoung's big plan.

After about 40 minutes of slow hiking, you reached the spot Wooyoung had showed you in pictures- and you had to admit, it was a good spot. The view was spectacular, especially with the full moon shining down on the lit city. The slow breeze caressed your skin and you stretched, Wooyoung taking out snacks from his bag and handing a chocolate to you.

"You better be carrying me on your back when we go down or give my feet a massage," you joked, Wooyoung smacking your thigh.

"Going down is easier, don't be so dramatic."

"It's a nice spot though," you admitted, "I'd say we could drink here but... I won't make it down."

Wooyoung laughed, "You'd wake the animals with all your crying too-"

"I don't cry every time I drink, Wooyoung, it was only one time!"

"Why did you even cry? You never told me," Wooyoung pouted.

"I don't remember," you lied smoothly, "Probably because I wanted to get rid of you?"

Wooyoung scoffed, "As if you could. I'd be the last person in your life when you get rid of everyone, and you'd be stuck with me."

"True," you grinned, "I don't think you can say the same, you unfaithful brat-"

"I'm not! You know you're my number one."

"Ha. You tell that to me when you get a girlfriend."

"You don't believe me, do you?" Wooyoung looked at you, and you noticed the change in his tone, making you raise your brow in confusion.

"Do you know why I broke up with my ex?"

"Because she thought you were too friendly with everyone?"

"Part of the reason. She mainly had a problem with... you."

Your heart sank, eyes surprised as you pointed a finger at yourself. "Me? What did I do?"

"Nothing," Wooyoung assured, "It's just... she saw how I talked to you. I told her you've been my best friend all your life but... somehow she didn't like the idea that you were more important to me than her."

"But, Wooyoung," you turned to face him, "You do realize that once you're in a relationship, you should, I don't know, prioritize your partner more? I'm not going anywhere-"

"No. You're my best friend, she was my girlfriend. It was two different things, and if she thought I'd talk to you less because I had her now... I can't. I can't replace what I have with you, you know? I don't think I'll find what I have with you in a partner."

You scanned his face, suddenly unreadable. There were too many layers to his words, and you didn't know which one to focus on. Wooyoung noticed your confusion, patting your arm.

"What I'm saying is, if anyone thinks I'll break things up with you for them, they can go to hell."

"Ah," you smiled shamelessly, "Sounds good to hear."

Wooyoung grinned, scooting you closer and wrapping his arm around you.

There it was. His love language.

So you didn't fight back, nibbling on your chocolate as the both of you sat in each other's arms, offering him some and almost crying when he bit the whole thing off.

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"I'm throwing this, you don't need it-"

"NO! That BBQ owner back home gave this to me, it's a memory!"

"You are too attached to useless stuff, Wooyoung, why did you even bring this lamp here? It doesn't even work!"

Wooyoung paused what he was doing, staring from you at the lamp then back, pondering.

"Come on, Wooyoung, it's not a tough decision-"

"Okay, throw it," he groaned, "Throw everything. Throw me out!"

"Gladly," you pretended to kick him, "Stop being so dramatic, the truck's almost here."

The two of you had been arguing back and forth all day long as you packed, and when the truck arrived, you were glad for the break your ears got. Taking one look at your now empty apartment, you said goodbye to the two very uneventful years you had spent here. It felt bittersweet, and that was good.

Arriving at your new apartment and unloading everything first, you and Wooyoung finally sat on the couch, looking at all the boxes and furniture.

"Where do we start."

You laughed internally at how it came out more as a statement- Wooyoung must finally be tired. "Can we sleep right here?"

"Please," he groaned, immediately lying down with his head on your lap, and you unconsciously started running your hands through his hair, realizing only when he said, "Give me a massage while you're at it."

You slapped his forehead instead- lightly, but not light enough to prevent his loud shout, and before your ears could bleed, you shut his mouth with your hand, and his eyes lit mischievously as he took that opportunity to lick your hand, making you scream and wipe it on his clothes while he laughed, trying to push him off of you.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Just play with my hair, it felt nice."

You gave him a side eye but continued the slow motions through his silky hair and he shut his eyes.

"Don't sleep here, I'll throw you on the floor if you do."

"This is more comfortable than the bed."

"Shut up."

"I'm not lying."

You were glad his eyes were shut because you had to put a hand on your face to calm your wildly beating heart.

"I think we should at least set the bed first," you said, "Let's just deal with the rest later, tomorrow's Sunday anyway."

"Yeah, just two more minutes," Wooyoung fisted your hoodie in his hands as he got comfortable, and you sighed at the sight.

You could get used to this.

"You look like a cat right now," you laughed lightly, caressing his hair at the temples, "Also, you need to eat more. Your cheekbones and jaw are so prominent now."

You weren't sure if Wooyoung was listening or staying silent on purpose, but you found yourself caressing his cheekbone with your thumb, tracing his sharp nose bridge- a very attractive feature on him. You touched the mole beneath his eye like a button, scoffing, then continued playing with the hair, curling it at the nape of his neck-

"You're tickling me now."

You suddenly came out of your trance, taking a second to gather your wits and then slapping his neck, telling him to wake the hell up.

Sleepily, Wooyoung helped you set the bed, making sure everything was right, then set the mattress, and you had to stop him from falling right on top of it, telling him to wait. You went out in the living room, searching for the box labeled 'sheets', quickly tearing it apart and taking the sheets out.

"Good thing we had dinner, you look ready to die, Wooyoung."

"I'm sleepier thanks to you," he said, collapsing unceremoniously on the bed.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you play with my hair again? It felt so good, it will put me to sleep right away."

You audibly exhaled, shaking your head but too tired to argue, getting in bed after turning off the lights, not bothering to change, Wooyoung's eyes lazily watching you the whole time-

He really looked... different, in all the dim lights, on your bed, tired.

Hands on your hips, you were zoned out as you stared at him, wondering what you would do with him. Wooyoung was staring right back, and when he patted the space next to him, you took that place, adjusting yourself so your arm wouldn't fall off as you caressed his head.

He shut his eyes immediately, and you played with his hair, caressing his head until his breathing became regular, which was when you cautiously caressed his face, smiling when he didn't respond.

He must have been really tired to have slept this quickly.

You cupped his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb, overwhelmed by the way your heart ached at the sight.

So near yet so far.

You smiled sadly, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. But you only kissed his forehead lightly, lingering a bit before you drew back.

"I love you so much."

The whisper was lost to the air, and you fell asleep with your hand on his.

You didn't notice his hand caressing yours as you fell asleep.

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Once again, you were wishing you could throw Wooyoung out of the window.

"You're being... dumb, Wooyoung."

"You don't get my point," Wooyoung was done with you too, "With the both of us having to work from home most of the time, why don't we use one room as an office and one room as a bedroom? Just like in the previous apartment?"

"All this because you can't work alone?"

"Please, I need some company while working or else I'll get bored," he whined, "And you know even if we have separate rooms, I'll end up spending more time in your room anyway, so what's the point?"

"You're sounding very much like the parasite I mentioned will get you kicked out."

"It said nothing about me being a parasite."

"It said 'If you act clingy, you're out."

"But I'm not clingy right now," Wooyoung raised his hands in the air, "I'm a parasite."

"Semantics," you said, biting your lips as you thought about it. "If you're gonna be in my room 24/7 anyway, I guess I shouldn't bother."

"See, that's exactly my point."

You shook your head at the grinning Wooyoung, deciding to share the closet attached to one of the rooms which had ample space, setting the clothes racks Wooyoung had as well, all of your clothes and his now in their rightful place.

"I like this," you stood back and grinned, Wooyoung sharing the grin, "Should I set my vanity here too?"

"Set it in the room, we have enough space there," Wooyoung suggested, and you agreed.

Placing your personal items on the vanity, Wooyoung adding some of his products too, you were finally done with the bedroom, the living room and the kitchen. Only the 'study room/office/get-away-from-wooyoung' room remained.

"Let's place the desks together," Wooyoung suggested.

"You'll never let me work in peace that way."

"That's why I'm doing this in the first place," he grinned, and you groaned, giving in, setting the desks in one corner together, no gap so you could place your stuff without worries, but you made a point to place your chairs as further apart as possible, making Wooyoung laugh.

"The futon goes there," you pointed at the opposite wall, "And all our extra stuff in those boxes, we can pile there."

After you were done, you placed some frames on the desk- a picture of you and Wooyoung on the beach, a picture of you with your family, a picture of Wooyoung with his family. You smiled at the sight, Wooyoung calling you outside for dinner.

Wooyoung had brought two chairs from his apartment that you placed in your balcony, making it your little spot to relax and gossip with Wooyoung. He set the bowls of ramen there, motioning for you to join him, and you did, slurping your noodles.

"We got this apartment set quicker than I expected," Wooyoung checked the time- it was almost midnight, "I thought it would take Monday as well."

"Would have spared more time if you weren't being so petty and you know that."

Wooyoung shrugged, a guilty smile on his face, "I like this. It's really relaxing to sit here like this, feels like home."

"It does," you nodded, gazing at the cloudy night sky.

"I forgot to tell you," Wooyoung began, "San's here visiting his aunt. Should we invite him over?"

"Oh, we should," you cheered up- you had been friends with all of Wooyoung's friends from school, not as close as with Wooyoung of close but enough that you were comfortable.

"I'll tell him to come by when he's free. We can take him out or just relax at home."

"Yeah, whatever we feel like it that day. We should all have a reunion soon, I kinda miss our old school friends."

"Me too," Wooyoung smiled, "Let's go to the reunion this year, we missed last year's."

You nodded- you both had been busy with work at that time so you couldn't make it to your hometown.

"So, San," you began, "If he gets any hotter than the last time I saw him, I'll politely ask him to sleep over-"

Wooyoung threw a pen at you, making you scowl. "You can't do that when I'm here!"

"I'm doing nothing, what's running in your filthy mind, Jung Wooyoung?" You laughed, "I'm only kidding, of course. You know San is not my type."

"What, exactly, is your type?"

You exhaled, looking at Wooyoung.

You.

"Someone who's not as loud, clingy, parasitic as you-"

"Can you stop calling me a parasite, it hurts!" Wooyoung threw his head back, laughing, and you had to wonder how exactly it hurt that he was laughing like this.

"But someone who is as hot as me, if not hotter, right?" Wooyoung wriggled his eyebrows and you pretended to throw up.

"Fine," Wooyoung scoffed, suddenly angry with you, "You'll never find a man, I curse you to never-"

"Oh, come on," you got up, running your fingers under his chin like a cat's- something you did to cheer him up, "I need someone exactly like you. Happy?"

Wooyoung smiled, leaning in to your touch, and you said, "I need someone as loud and clingy as you."

"Again-"

"Listen, dumbass," you slapped his cheek lightly, "I need someone loud and clingy so they can balance me. And I need someone with a heart like yours. Now where would I ever find someone like you?"

"You'll die all alone."

You shook your head, taking Wooyoung's chin in your hand and pulling him up to face you, bringing your own face closer as you said:

"If I can't find someone like you, you'll never find someone as good as me too."

The two of you stared at each other, none of you moving, half grins on your faces as you glared at each other, and when Wooyoung licked his lips (probably unconsciously) you suddenly became aware of the position you were in, dropping your hand and going inside to get water, leaving him staring at you.

Wooyoung sighed-

This wasn't how he had expected things to turn out, but he wasn't complaining.

He hadn't expected to become a wreck inside with you around.

But it felt good.

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It was the day San was coming over to visit.

You both had decided to invite him to your apartment, relax and catch up, maybe go out for dinner or order something for home if you felt like it. You were both excited- San was one of Wooyoung's closest friends, and naturally yours too.

You were dressed in a navy blue shirt and black denim trousers- simple, but you wanted to look good for a change, which was why you were sitting on your vanity, blow-drying your hair to perfection.

"We should really go out, I'm making all this effort," you muttered to Wooyoung who had been watching you do your hair for the past 10 minutes now, "Also, can you stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm planning the murder of your unborn child," you side-eyed him, "Do I not look good?"

"I just," Wooyoung ran a hand through his messy hair, "Why all the effort? It's only San."

"I'm not doing this for San," you looked at him- was he...

No. He couldn't be.

"I'm doing this for myself, because I want to feel good," you simply said, continuing with your hair, finally done. You applied the little everyday makeup that was your routine for whenever you would go out.

"Come on, I'll do your hair too. I know just how to make it look good."

Wooyoung gladly sat, letting you style his hair-he was getting used to you running your hands through his hair, in fact, he was almost addicted to the feeling because you were always so gentle-

"I can see your eyes roll, are you enjoying this?" You had fisted his hair now, tugging at it a bit harshly, making him laugh.

"And here I was thinking how gentle you were with my hair," Wooyoung let out a disappointed sigh, "This looks good though. Do you think you can be my personal stylist?"

"Only if you pay me," you grinned. You heard the bell ring, and you hurriedly gave the last touches to Wooyoung's hair, running to the door, Wooyoung right behind.

"San!" You gasped- he had changed so much, "What is city life doing to you boys!"

San laughed, hugging you good and long, then handing you a bouquet of white roses which you thanked him for, calling him inside. "How have you been?"

"I'm good," you said, smiling when he spotted Wooyoung and crushed him in a hug, "You both are making it look like you're long lost lovers."

"Shut up," San laughed, dangling a shopping bag in his hands, "I got us drinks."

"Oh no," you took the drinks from him, hiding it from Wooyoung, "We'll keep these for later."

You all settled in the living room, catching up on life, and you had to ask him just what the city life was doing to all the boys- everyone you knew had been working out, no longer looking like boys but looking more like men.

"I love your hair!" you pointed at his ash mullet, "I should do something with my hair too, don't you think? Normal hair is making me look boring now."

"You should, something like mine," San said, "Get ash highlights or something. We could match."

You grinned, but Wooyoung wasn't having any of it.

"Or get some streaks like mine."

"I don't think that would suit me," you pouted.

"Anything would suit you," Wooyoung said casually, offering San some peanuts.

"I'll see," you waved your hand dismissively, "So, San. Is there a special someone back there?"

San laughed at you wriggling your brows at him, putting his hand on his face, "Not yet, not yet."

"Aw," you laughed, he was just so... cute. "What's your plan? Are you gonna settle there or go back home?"

"I don't think I want go back just yet," San said, "I want to experience new things. I want to do so much, and I don't think I can do that in our hometown."

"True," Wooyoung said, "Which was why I moved here. Better opportunities."

"How come you're living together and you," San looked at you, "Are still alive and sane?"

You laughed out loud, "I wonder how."

Wooyoung slapped your arm, "You should ask me how I'm living with her when she's practically a sloth-"

"You're the one who decided to make home here," you interrupted him.

"You're the one who gladly let me!"

"Gladly?" You scoffed, "I would have-"

"Come on, let's not fight," San laughed, pushing you both apart before you were at each other's throats, but he knew it was all jokes. He wasn't unaware of the love you had for each other, "Stop fighting like a married couple. Let's go out."

"As if," you sneered at Wooyoung, who just growled back, making all of you laugh.

You treated San to dinner at the same BBQ place that was basically a second home to Wooyoung now too, and Wooyoung decided to have a drinking session at home, ruining your plan which was to make them forget about the drinks altogether.

"Just call me a taxi before I pass out from drinking too much," San said.

"You can stay here, we have space," you offered.

"Nah, I have to leave for home first thing in the morning," San said, "Maybe some other time."

"Don't let her drink," Wooyoung elbowed San, "She'll start crying-"

"ONE TIME, WOOYOUNG," you pinched your nose bridge.

"She cried?" San narrowed his eyes at you, "That's not how it quite went when she drank with me-"

"When did that happen, excuse me," Wooyoung folded his arms in question.

You sighed, internally cursing San who was grinning, because he was the only person aware of your not-so-platonic feelings for Wooyoung- he wasn't 100% sure, but he had high suspicions and you never denied them.

"You don't need to know," you dismissed him, glaring at San who just tried stifling his own laugh. You brought the drinks and three glasses, "Bottoms up."

Wooyoung was definitely the best drinker in the room, San and you already flushed after one bottle. Wooyoung had an evil grin plastered on his face as he watched you two mirror each other's expressions- head resting on one hand, playing with the glass with the other hand.

"Do you think about how we might not be worth anything to someone?" San began, "I think it's really sad how we might be of zero value to someone."

"I think if someone knows you," you rubbed your eyes, "you value at least a 1 out of 100. That's definitely something."

"Only 1? What am I to you then?"

"Hmm," you thought about it, "A solid... 70?"

"And here I was giving you an 80," San shook his head, "Where did the rest go? Have I done something wrong?"

"No, it's a very good score actually," you said, "The highest is 90, so it's a good score."

"And who's the highest? Your mom?"

"Nope," you faltered, your brain telling you to shut the hell up but your heart not ready.

"Ah.. is it-"

"Of course it's me," Wooyoung patted your back, "You're a 99 to me, don't worry."

"Where it that 1? Do you know how much that 1 matters?"

"And here you told me 1 is something!" San frowned.

Wooyoung laughed at you both, "You're very drunk. San, I'm calling you a taxi, you need to get home."

"Okay," San slumped against you, "Thanks for inviting me."

"Thanks for coming," you slurred lazily, "It was nice to have someone to look at who's not Wooyoung."

Wooyoung shook his head, gathering San's stuff and helping him up, and you lazily got up too, waving your hand at San.

"Text me when you get home," Wooyoung told San and he nodded, leaving you two alone like usual.

"Do you wanna keep drinking or go to bed?"

"Both."

"Come on, let's get you to bed," Wooyoung laughed when you pouted, but you tugged at his sleeves, making him sit with you.

"One more drink, please."

Wooyoung poured the drink for you, filling his own glass as well, and you knew you were going to regret this, but-

"You're a 99 to me too."

Wooyoung smiled- you were too adorable to handle right now. He pinched your cheek, "What's the 1 for?"

"It's because you are not mine," you said, and Wooyoung frowned.

"What do you mean, I am your best friend, of course I am yours-"

"No, you don't understand," you looked at him, "It's because you are not mine."

Wooyoung's heart lurched dangerously in his chest- was he hearing this right?

"You're not mine," you said, "And I feel like I'm gonna cry."

"No, no, don't cry," Wooyoung turned your face to make you look at him, "Don't cry. You know I am yours. Why would you cry?"

A tear escaped your eye and Wooyoung wiped it, hugging you as you muttered the same sentence again, and he knew if you weren't drunk, you'd feel his heart beating so loudly.

Wooyoung made you get in bed with him, pushing your hair out of your face, worried at the look you had in your eyes.

"Do you want me to be yours?"

You weren't sure if you were hearing it right- you were very, very drunk, and you knew that you would have a good reason to cry tomorrow. You were walking on very dangerous lines.

But Wooyoung didn't wait for a verbal answer- he knew now. The look in your eyes was enough. He kissed your forehead, locking eyes with you.

"I'm already yours," he assured you, but you shook your head, and he cupped your face to make you look at him.

"You don't understand. I'm already yours. You just don't know that yet."

You nodded, confused, burying your face in his chest as sleep came like a wave.

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"Don't touch me."

"It's almost afternoon!" Wooyoung tried snatching the covers from you, "You're wasting our Saturday!"

"Go away!" You practically growled.

There were a number of reasons you didn't want to wake up, and your hangover was the last reason.

You recalled last night perfectly well, and you felt humiliated and confused. And with Wooyoung acting like nothing happened...

You weren't sure what he meant by that:

"You don't understand. I'm already yours. You just don't know that yet."

"I made hangover soup for you," Wooyoung said, sitting beside you, "Come on, don't be a brat and get up."

You sighed- you knew Wooyoung was going to keep pestering you until you were sitting in front of him with the soup in your hands-

Which you now were.

"You're such a light drinker," Wooyoung laughed at you, and you wanted to glare at him but you couldn't meet his eyes right yet, "It's no fun drinking with you guys!"

"I told you it was a bad idea..."

"Ah, it's okay, don't cry again," Wooyoung teased, and now you did glare at him.

"Anyways," Wooyoung waved a hand in dismissal, "What are we doing today?"

So you thought Wooyoung hadn't taken your words seriously, which was how you distracted yourself, planning to do grocery with him and fulfil his wish of going clubbing that night.

"I need to look hot," you said, entering your home with shopping bags in both of your hands, "And so do you. So let's dump this for now and get ready."

You let Wooyoung pick your outfit- a black dress that hugged your figure, paired with heeled boots, and you went that extra measure to wear silver hoops, put on some lipstick and eyeliner, and style your hair-

"Maybe you should change that outfit," Wooyoung said, "You look more hot than should be acceptable."

"Shut up," you said, groaning, because when he casually said these words, it didn't help you. At all.

You styled Wooyoung's hair and he came out after changing, and you scanned him.

"Are you going out like... this?" You asked, pointing at the one too many buttons undone.

"Of course, I have to look sexy," he grinned, and you rolled your eyes, trying not to drool at how well built he was, and you both finally got in the taxi to the club.

"So have you ever been here?"

"Only once with friends," you admitted, "Which is why you won't ditch me until I find a good guy."

"Good luck with that," he said sarcastically, the both of you entering, and you were immediately overwhelmed by all the crowd and loud music, instinctively clinging to Wooyoung's arms.

"It sure is different here," Wooyoung looked around, "What are we doing here again?"

"It was your idea," you glared at him, "So come on. Let's get a drink, then look around, maybe dance, maybe find someone..."

Wooyoung laughed at how your voice became small at the last part, "Don't worry, I'm going home tonight. Unless you don't come home, I'm not going either."

"You don't have to worry about me," you said, though it felt like a stab to your heart, "You can do whatever."

"But I'm yours," Wooyoung whispered in your ear, and you gasped.

He hadn't forgotten, it seemed. And he was going to tease you about it.

"I was drunk," you sneered at him, dragging him to the bar, "You shut up while I get my drink."

"Do you know why you're a 99 to me too?" Wooyoung asked, a devilish smirk on his face, and you put your hands to your ears, having had enough.

He had no idea how you felt, did he?

"It's because you are not mine."

"Jung Wooyoung, you absolute brat-"

You couldn't help but laugh at how he was grinning, your cheeks flushed, "I'm gonna kill you if you mention this again. I was drunk, okay?"

"But what did you mean?"

"What did you mean, huh?" You turned, your eyes full of challenge, and that shut Wooyoung up, "What did you mean, when you said I was already yours but I didn't know it yet?"

"...I-"

"Never mind, I don't want to hear it," you downed another drink, "I'm going to the dance floor. Are you gonna shut up and accompany me?"

"Okay ma'am," Wooyoung shook his head, smiling, "Whatever you say."

"Wait a minute," you said, buttoning one of his one-too-many undone buttons, making him laugh.

"All good."

It wasn't the first time the two of you were dancing with each other in a club- you both would always stick together until someone caught your eye. But this time...

Something was different and none of you could deny it.

It was the way you weren't eyeing other people but absorbed in your own little world, the two of you only looking at each other as you danced, your hands on his shoulders and his at your waist.

"You're quiet today," you finally said.

Wooyoung didn't answer, only continued slowly dancing with you, and you couldn't take it anymore- you couldn't match his strong gaze anymore. You looked around, trying to find someone who was maybe interested in you-

"Let's just dance together," Wooyoung's voice was low, "Let's not meet someone new tonight."

You scanned Wooyoung's face, "Are you feeling alright?"

Wooyoung laughed, "I'm fine. I just don't feel like meeting someone new tonight."

"But it was your idea in the first place-"

"Saturday is all about us, remember?" Wooyoung said, and you shook your head at him.

"As if that would stop you-"

Wooyoung brought you closer, your grip on his shoulder tightening in reflex.

"Just shut up and dance with me tonight," Wooyoung whispered in your ear, and you gulped, not knowing why Wooyoung was suddenly insisting on this, but not complaining either.

You did notice how his eyes never left yours the entire night.

You also noticed how his hands would tighten ever so slightly at your waist.

And when the music changed to something fast, you were relieved that you would no longer be dangerously close to him. Putting your feelings aside, you grinned at Wooyoung as the both of you started to dance along to the beat.

Wooyoung was really good at random dances, and he had always taught you the basics and made you dance with him often, which was why you could match his energy. It was fun to dance freely with him, an occasional twirl, occasional dip, and you really felt light after that.

Making fun of the people who gave up on dancing and watched you both instead, you both finally got home, you immediately ditching your boots and sitting on the couch, rubbing your feet while Wooyoung grabbed water for both of you.

"Fun night," you said, "You didn't have to keep me company the whole time, Wooyoung. I admit I'm bad at instantly connecting with someone, but you wasting your opportunity makes me feel bad."

"If I wanted to, I would have ditched you," Wooyoung simply said, "I really didn't want to. I wanted tonight to be about us."

"If you say so," you drank from your glass, trying not to read too much into whatever he said, getting up to change and telling him you were going to catch up on your work-

Because you really felt overwhelmed by the way Wooyoung had looked at you the whole night, and you needed space.

And Wooyoung knew that too, letting you have some time to clear your head.

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"That is one hot guy."

Wooyoung immediately slid his chair towards you, peeking at your phone while you zoomed in on the picture your colleague Eunbi had sent, trying to set you up for a blind date.

You really needed a distraction, especially when Wooyoung was this close to you, practically breathing down your neck as he slid one hand to zoom out at the picture and take a look at their face.

"Who's that?"

You slid away from him, pushing his chair back to his desk, "Remember Eunbi? You met her last time? It's her friend, she's been trying to set me up with him for quite a while now. She's always talking about him to me."

"Why doesn't she date him then?" Wooyoung asked casually, shifting his focus back on his screen.

"She's already in a relationship, but she told me he's a great guy. Maybe I should go on a date with him, what do you say?"

"I don't know... maybe just get to know him in a casual sitting- like parties, first, before going alone..."

"It's called a blind date, Woo," you said, "Should I set you up with someone too?"

"Nah, I'm good... for now," he simply said, not taking his eyes off the screen- which, from him, was abnormal behaviour.

"You sure?"

"Yes," he said, and this time you slid your chair closer to him.

"Are you sad that I'll find someone and poor Wooyoung would be all alone-"

"Hey!" Wooyoung cringed back, the two of you laughing, "I don't care, do whatever, just don't tell me the details!"

You shook your head at him, wondering why he was acting so weird at the mention of you going on a date- he was usually making fun of you instead, giving you tips, but this time...

Something had changed.

Should you address it? You wondered as you focused on your work, absently typing, stopping in the middle of it altogether.

You glanced at Wooyoung. He, too, was zoning out.

Quite unlike him.

"Are you okay?" You asked, and Wooyoung came out of his trance, rubbing his face.

"Just tired," he said, and you got up, telling him you'd make some coffee for the both of you.

You came in with the mugs, stopping midway when you saw him slumped back on his chair, rubbing his temples. You pursed your lips, setting the mugs on the table and massaging his temples, his eyes shut.

"I don't like it when you get tired," you said, "You become too quiet. I don't like it when you become quiet."

"Why?"

"I like it better when you're smiling and yapping," you laughed, making him smile as well, "Drink your coffee first, then finish work and get some sleep. Recharge yourself."

"Okay, I will," he promised, and you kissed his forehead, surprising him because you usually weren't the one initiating hugs or kisses. Usually it was Wooyoung randomly surprising you with one.

"I like it though," he said as you sat in your chair, sipping on his coffee, and you looked at him in question.

"I like it when you hug or kiss me first. It recharges me."

"Shut up," you groaned as he smirked, hiding your face because you were positive it was red now.

This side of you- you blushing over something he said or did- it was new to Wooyoung, and he wanted to see more of it.

He really, really did not want you to go on that date.

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"How do I look?"

"Like you're trying too hard."

"Wooyoung, I literally only wore better clothes and combed my hair."

"You're trying too hard."

"Whatever," you shook your head at him, wearing heels, and he raised a brow.

"See? You're wearing heels! You are trying too hard!"

"And why shouldn't I?" You put your hands on your hips, "I'm going on a date, Wooyoung, I have to put some effort."

"Ah, I don't know, just don't make me cringe," he shook his hands in front of you and you ignored him, grabbing your purse.

"See you later."

As you sat in the taxi, you were positive Wooyoung was jealous. And you couldn't help but smile at that- you still weren't sure what he wanted, and you were too afraid to take the first step. So you had to distract yourself.

Because there was still a possibility that Wooyoung was only being himself, that he had no ulterior motive, that his jealousy was simply because he'd be single and you'd rub it in his face- just like he would rub it on your face when he wasn't. It was just how it went between you two.

But... there was a slight chance that Wooyoung was finally looking at you from a new perspective, looking at you as a romantic interest rather than his childhood best friend. And you... just the thought of it made your heart ache and knees go weak, which was why you didn't really want to go there.

So you went on your date and actually had a good time. His name was Yeonjun and you got along with him quite well, just because he was funny and really paid attention when you talked. And he was definitely attractive- not just because of his looks, but because of his personality too.

Which was why Wooyoung was acting quite grumpy as you told him what you talked about, how he treated you (quite a gentleman), how he was hot-

"Can you stop calling him hot every two seconds!"

You laughed out loud- you were, of course, only doing it to rile Wooyoung up.

"Was he as good as I am to you?"

"What?" You looked at Wooyoung.

"If he doesn't treat you like I do, he isn't good enough."

"And by that," you began, "You mean making me pay for your food every chance you get, teasing me 24/7, being a parasite-"

Wooyoung burst out laughing, "I mean... taking care of you. Knowing when you are tired-"

"Do you really know when I'm tired? Because I am quite tired of you-"

"Listen," Wooyoung shifted on the couch, facing you, taking one of your hands and caressing it, "If he doesn't care for you like I do... if he doesn't think you're the most important thing in his life, if he doesn't know you inside out, if he doesn't love you like I do..."

You were holding your breath.

Wooyoung glanced at you- your face was expressionless and Wooyoung, only he knew that it meant that you were confused or nervous.

Was he willing to take the risk now? Was he willing to place bets-

"Why do you need someone else when you have me?"

"Wooyoung," you began, unsure how to respond, "I... I don't understand what you're getting at-"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't know what I'm getting at."

But you couldn't- you were far too overwhelmed. You had never thought there was a possibility that Wooyoung could reciprocate your feelings- you had only imagined, it had only been your wildest dreams. And now-

"I'm gonna get some water," you managed to say, trying to get up but Wooyoung wasn't having it- he didn't release your hand, making you drop back on the couch when you tried getting up, leaning forward and taking your other hand too, making you face him.

"You know. I told you I am yours. I'm only gonna ask this once. Tell me you don't love me the way I do."

"What do you mean?"

Wooyoung leaned in further, making you instinctively pull back, but he let go of your hand only to cup your face, locking your eyes with his.

"Tell me you don't want this."

He was caressing your cheek, all too aware of your wildly beating heart, his eyes falling down to your lips as he licked his, and you were about to fall flat backwards so your hand went to grip his shoulder, and he shifted back so you were half on top of him, tucking stray hair behind.

"You just have to say no, and I'll stop," he whispered, his lips meeting your jaw, planting a seductive kiss and you had to hold back your moan, because-

Was this really happening?

"Tell me you don't like this," he said, his lips trailing down your neck, almost smirking when you shifted to give him a better angle while you tried to think-

But you couldn't think.

You had no control.

"Tell me you're not mine."

You took a deep breath, shutting your eyes close for a second and then almost growling when his nose brushed against yours and you- you took the first step and kissed him.

And it was inexplainable. As soon as your lips met, he was kissing you back, his hands snaking behind your neck, gripping on your hair as he angled you better, your own hands cupping his face, and you had to break apart because you couldn't breathe, not because you were out of breath but because you couldn't believe this was finally, finally happening.

You scanned his face for any sort of surprise but there was none, his eyes were glazed as he tucked your hair behind, holding your face with one hand and bringing you back again.

You were fisting his shirt in your hands as he kissed you, slow and passionate, taking his sweet time and you let him. You let him run his hands down your neck, slide down your arm only to hold your waist and he pushed you back on the couch, now on top of you.

He scanned your face again, for any sign of discomfort, satisfied to see your face flush. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

And that sentence made you bite your lip and shut your eyes, trying to stifle your smile but failing, ending up laughing because this was unreal.

Wooyoung kissed your forehead, "You have no idea how much I love you."

Before you could respond, he was kissing you again, and you wanted to tell him that you have probably loved him longer, that you were beyond relieved that he felt the same. You hoped your feelings conveyed as you kissed him back, but he broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"Say something."

You pursed your lips, breaking eye contact as you smiled because all of this was too much and you were basically speechless. And Wooyoung found it quite amusing.

"Shut up."

Wooyoung laughed out loud, "I didn't even say anything!"

"I can hear your smirk."

Wooyoung groaned, kissing your cheek, "Come on, say something, you're making me anxious."

You sighed, figuring now or never as you got up, sitting in front of him, and the way he was smiling was too endearing.

"Jung Wooyoung, you brat," you shook your head, "How long have you felt like this?"

"Long enough."

"That's not the correct answer."

"Probably when we finally parted ways for college and I missed you like hell and none of the girls I was with made me feel anything because all I could think about was you."

You smirked- you felt like you've won in life. "I... I don't have anything to say, except that... I love you, and you know that. You know that already, don't you?"

"I think I did," Wooyoung played with your hair absently, "I was just... scared that I was wrong."

"And I was scared that I'd ruin what we had, and I still am," you admitted, "Because... I can't lose you. Not even because we get into a relationship and things don't work out. I can't lose you, Wooyoung. So what are we gonna do?"

"I can't lose you either, and I promise you if things... if this stuff doesn't work out, we'll break it up on a good note. We'll still stay friends, like we always had. Maybe it will be difficult, but... I just can't sit still and do nothing while you go ahead and date other people-"

"So you were jealous."

"Very," Wooyoung grinned and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him, burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

Your safe place.

Wooyoung held you tight, kissing your head. "You wanna take this to bed?"

You slapped his arm and he laughed, getting up and practically throwing you on bed, taking off his upper and crawling in, getting on top of you and kissing you like his life depended on it, his hands all over your body, yours going from cupping his face to running through his hair and back, and when he finally did break the kiss, breathless, he whispered in your ear:

"I'm gonna be kissing you all night tonight. Don't even think about sleeping."

You were positive you were going to die the way your heart lurched at his words.

But you let him. You let him kiss you, tangled in each other's arms, tired and slow kisses on your face, on your lips after the long day you've both had. You fell asleep in his arms, the most comfortable you'd felt in a while.

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"Just because we're... a thing, Jung Wooyoung, doesn't mean you get a free pass at being clingy now."

"Oh, come on," Wooyoung whined, dragging you back in his lap as you used your phone to send an important message about work to your colleagues, trying not to let him distract you.

"Just give me a minute," you basically ignored him nibbling at your ear as you typed, hissing at him once to make him stop, feeling his chest shake with laughter.

"Alright, I'm done," you threw your phone away, "What do you want?"

"You," he whispered, and you pretended to throw up.

"Just because we kissed," you began, wriggling away from him, "doesn't mean you can say stuff like that! It's too sudden."

"Not like you haven't been fantasizing about me all this time-"

You grabbed the nearest thing- a cushion, throwing it at him with all your force, making him practically howl with laughter.

"I could say the same!" You shouted, "Not at you practically begging to live with me so you could... do things to me!"

He laughed louder at that, making you mutter that you were going to work, shutting the door and smiling unconsciously.

It had been three days since your new relationship with Wooyoung began. You'd been a bit shy the first day, but Wooyoung made sure not to get too physical- so you could get used to it.

The second day, you'd been too busy all day, having to go to the office and returning tired, collapsing straight on bed, Wooyoung force-feeding you dinner and letting you sleep.

And today... he was back to being normal.

You were glad nothing had changed between you two- he was still the same Wooyoung, except now extra shameless with his display of affections, but you weren't complaining.

You had just finished your work when he burst in, right on cue. "It's Friday night, let's go out for dinner."

"Where do you wanna go? I'm craving chicken."

"Done," he said, "Come on, let's get ready."

You got up, stretching and following him to your room, Wooyoung going in to change while you applied some makeup, wondering what you should do with your hair.

"Let me," Wooyoung said, grabbing a hair tie and combing your hair gently, tying your hair in a half-ponytail, doing the same with his own hair.

"Now we match."

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you went in to change, going that extra mile and wearing a denim skirt paired with a plain black T shirt with knee length boots, finishing the look with denim jacket. As soon as you came out, Wooyoung had his eyes running all over you, nodding.

"You look great."

"Thank you and stop looking at me like I'm your meal," you said, making him laugh and give you a back hug because 'you were too cute to resist'.

However, Wooyoung was soon regretting taking you out to dinner because Yeonjun, of all the people in this world, was in the same restaurant as you both, with his co-workers.

"It's a small world," you smiled, deciding to introduce Wooyoung to him, "This is Wooyoung, my best friend and... boyfriend?"

"What's with the question!" Wooyoung laughed, "Nice to meet you. We're childhood friends, the other part happened like two days ago."

"Ah," Yeonjun gave you a knowing look, "So this is the guy."

"This is him," you smiled shyly. You had, of course, at the end of your date told Yeonjun that you two really hit it off which was surprising, but you were interested in someone else and you couldn't string him along.

Yeonjun, thankfully, understood, saying they could still be friends because he enjoyed your company, no hard feelings.

However, Wooyoung here was not having any of that, especially when food finally arrived and you noticed that instead of focusing on his food or you, Wooyoung was busy glaring holes at Yeonjun, who thankfully had his back towards the two of you.

"Are you gonna eat?"

"I am," he said, nibbling on his chicken leg.

"Can you stop eye-murdering Yeonjun? And don't tell me that's not what you're doing right now."

Wooyoung smiled at that, sighing. "I just... he might like you still."

"So? I like you. Nothing can change that, you know that, right?"

Satisfied, Wooyoung pinched your nose lovingly, resuming eating like normal, and you stifled your smile because jealous Wooyoung was quite a sight.

He looked hot when jealous.

"What's got you trying not to smile?"

"I'll tell you when we get home," you simply said, and Wooyoung smirked because he was sure he was right about this.

And he was.

Because when you got home and told him you thought that jealous Wooyoung was one hot Wooyoung, he picked you up, making you straddle his waist as he kissed you, dropping you on the couch.

"Gosh, stop being so dramatic," you flushed at the way he was looking at you.

"I'm allowed to be dramatic tonight."

"Why?"

"Look at the time," he said, "It's Saturday."

"And?"

"Saturday is all about us."

You bit your lip, because you had quite some ideas for tonight too.

And Wooyoung was quite surprised when you got up and made him come to bed with you, shrugged off your jacket and took off his, kissing him with a pressure that made him lean back and back until you were on top of him, and you broke the kiss, both of you flushed.

You took your time scanning his face, smirking at the sight of him being a little shy because Wooyoung and shy? Never. You ran your hands livingly through his hair, kissing his temple, peppering kisses all over his face, muttering how much you loved the angles of his face, brushing your thumb across his plump lips and kissing him so slowly that he moaned.

And then you were kissing his jaw, his neck, and you took off his shirt, muttering curse words because he was built so well, and you ran your hands over his chiseled body as you kissed his lips, and he had enough.

He took off your shirt, leaving you in your black bra, taking a few seconds to scan your body with a satisfied smirk, pushing you down and getting on top of you and kissing you like a man deprived, and you weren't sure you would be able to stop tonight, especially when he grinded on you and made you moan quite loudly.

"Never thought I'd hear these sounds from your mouth."

"You..." you laughed, shaking your head and smirking, "My turn."

Wooyoung gladly let you top him, open mouthed kisses exchanged as you grinded on him, and you unhooked his belt, sliding it off, and Wooyoung broke the kiss to look at you.

"We can take it slow if you want."

"Now where would the fun in that be?" You grinned, and Wooyoung put his head back as he sighed, because gosh, he could take you right then and there.

"I mean," you ran a finger down his chest, "We sleep in the same bed, Wooyoung, it's gonna happen eventually."

"You're teasing me, right?"

"Am I?" you smirked, and Wooyoung shook his head, his eyes visibly changing as he changed positions, trailing kisses down your neck, sliding your skirt down in the process, running his hands down your thigh excruciatingly slowly.

"Can you stop that," you groaned, an evil smirk plastered on his face.

"We have all night," Wooyoung breathed against your ear, "And I am going to make the most of it. As far as you allow me."

You wrapped your arms around him, muttering to let him hug you for a minute, and he shifted to a sitting position, letting you hug him, skin to skin, your legs wrapped around his waist.

"I love you so much, Wooyoung," you whispered in his ear, making him shiver, his heart suddenly full, "So much that it makes me cry, because it's overwhelming."

Wooyoung unraveled his arms from around you, making you face him, spotting your tear glazed eyes, smiling at the sight.

"What am I gonna do with you?" He laughed, kissing your forehead, "I love you too, more than you could ever imagine."

You smiled, and he whispered in your ear, "I am yours, and you are mine. You had me from the very beginning, dear."

You sighed, "You had me too. I've been yours all along."

"I want to ruin you," Wooyoung whispered in your ear, "So bad. I want you so bad."

You kissed his neck, still wrapped around him, nibbling on his sweet spot, "We have all night."

Which was how Wooyoung ended up on top of you once again, the plans to ruin you evident in his eyes as he kissed every inch of you, had you writhing in seconds when his hand went between your thighs even with the garment, just the look he gave you after taking it a step further to make sure you were okay had you moaning, and by the time dawn approached, he had you, completely.

"Gosh," you muttered lazily, spent from the amount of times he made you reach your high tonight, "How am I gonna live with you if I have to sleep with you everyday?"

"How am I gonna live with you, when you're such a..."

"Say it."

Wooyoung laughed, clearly tired too, "You're such a slut in bed."

You grinned, satisfied because you had surprised him quite a few times tonight, taking him quite well for a first time, and he had never imagined you'd be this good in bed.

"I'm moving out tomorrow," Wooyoung laughed at the evil smirk you had on your face, "You're gonna be the death of me, woman."

"You know you love it," you said, kissing him softly, "I'll be gentle next time."

"That's what I should be saying to you," he laughed, "Let's be gentle next time."

But the look the two of you shared said enough. And you joined your forehead with his, kissing his nose.

"I'm glad you moved in with me."

"Wasn't I a parasite just a few hours ago?"

"I like it," you grinned, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter, telling you to shut up and sleep, smiles plastered on both of your faces.

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