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mongniel · 6 years

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comfort zone

member: ong seongwu genre: fluff summary: you were fine with how everything was but seongwu was pushing your limits. a/n: can’t believe im out here writing this long ass fic. that isn’t angst or daniel...

you’re not the type to go for it or seize the moment while it was there. no, there had to be a proper thought process before you made a ‘serious’ decision like your next meal, accepting someone in your friend circle, or relationships. you put a lot more thought into things than people believe you do. your friends think you make easy choices because you’re so nonchalant or find no difficulty in saying no.

but in truth? saying no was easier than saying yes.

saying yes was like taking a step out of your comfort zone. it was too risky and too different for you to handle. saying yes meant accepting and change. saying yes meant something new. although you didn’t like how things are at the moment, you were comfortable and definitely aren’t ready for anything out of your range.

comfort was a cup of taro green milk tea from gongcha with 30% percent sugar and coconut topping. comfort was earbuds in your ears and your music on 11+ volume. comfort was laying in a warm bed and cold pillow on your right side while your phone was playing your night playlist.

you say you like change, but you weren’t welcoming to changes that made a difference in your life.

like him.

he was a 180cm male (or so he claims, you still believe he’s lying about 2cm or so) that sweeps his hair to the side and makes jokes so he can see your “rare starlight smile”. yes, you cringe every time you hear him say that, but no matter how much you deject him, his smile doesn’t knock off his face around you.

he was ong seongwu.

now, ong seongwu was your natural smooth talker that you wouldn’t trust on a normal day. unfortunately, no day was ever really normal when he was around. you see, seongwu likes you. well, you don’t really believe him, but he likes to reminds you that he does by holding flower and waiting for you outside your classroom or taking your bag and walking you to class. no matter how many times you’ve told him you’d report him (he’d fire back with the typical ‘report our marriage’ line).

you couldn’t win with seongwu because he was witty. anything you’d say to him would backfire and cause a series of stuttering and a red flustered face. all of which he completely enjoys watching.

sparking ong’s interest isn’t an easy task. he’s easily bored and you’re not exactly categorized as “fun mania”. most people don’t see what seongwu sees in you, but he saw everything in you.

you were first introduced through a mutual friend, minhyun. he told you his group of friends were entertaining. you expected a group of people like him, reserved and enjoyable during silence. nope, instead, you got ong seongwu, kang daniel, and kim jaehwan.

‘til to this day, you’re unsure if they’re fun or a headache, but you stuck around (not like you had much of a choice when ong was sticking onto your shoulder).

“are you guys going to the movies tonight?” you asked the boys during lunch.

“can’t. i got an orgo exam tomorrow,” minhyun sighed.

“fuck, that’s tonight? i got a date,” jaehwan cursed, “i really wanted to see the last maze runner.”

“uh, if i drop out of this too, would you hate me?” daniel sheepishly smiled at you.

you glared at him and he rubbed his hands together apologetically.

“if you don’t go, it’d only be me and––”

“hey guys,” seongwu greeted the table and squeezed himself in between you and daniel despite there being room next to daniel on the other side.

speaking of the devil.

“really?” you rolled your eyes and picked up your trash, hopefully making your exit.

“hey, sunshine,” he gave you his special smile, specifically reserved for you.

“do you always have to look like that?” you asked.

“like what?” he smirked and you could tell he was anticipating for your answer.

you turned your head towards minhyun’s direction and ignored seongwu’s attempt to get you flustered, “looks like no movie tonight.”

“you can go with seongwu,” daniel suggested.

“yeah, you can always go with me,” seongwu squished closer to you.

“daniel, please come along too,” you looked pass seongwu and onto daniel.

“hey, why can’t two friends go to the movies together?” seongwu got in daniel’s way and asked you, “unless you don’t see me as a friend then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“i don’t see you as a friend––wait, i mean i do. i––we––listen, we’re nothing.”

you sure sounded firm.

seongwu’s smile grew and that only meant he was completely indulged at this moment. the little stuttering you were doing? he was living for that.

“then there wouldn’t be a problem going together,” he shrugged.

“just date already,” daniel muttered only making your cheeks rosy and seongwu’s entertainment heightened.

“this is not a date,” you assured.

“so, we’re going?” seongwu’s eyes gleamed.

“yes,” you then thought for a moment and realized what you answer, “no! wait, no, unless daniel comes w––”

“i’ll pick you up at 8pm,” he didn’t give you a chance to answer him and pitched your cheeks real quick before running off, “8pm!”

“what? wait, hey! ong!” you shouted and got up from your seat, tripping over your own feet going after him.

minhyun and jaehwan looked at you two, shaking their heads.

“i never thought i’d see the day where y/n would be running after him,” jaehwan chuckled.

like it was clockwork, seongwu was outside your apartment building, leaning against his car with a single flower in hand. he was oddly punctual. from what you’ve heard, he was always late for class, club meetings, and even a hang out with the guys. but with you? he’s always right on time or five minutes early.

“i told you that you didn’t need to give me flowers,” you said as you stuffed your hands inside your jacket pockets to keep warm.

“i know,” he said as he pushed himself off his car and towards you, “so i got you one.”

seongwu always stared at you like you’re the only person he knew.

“don’t look at me like that, seongwu,” you pressed your lips together and glanced down at your shoes before looking back up at him.

“i can look at you a billion times and not get sick of you,” he said as if it wasn’t the cheesiest line you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth.

“i dont understand why you even like me,” you took the flower out of his hand and walked around to get into the front seat.

getting inside himself, seongwu answered you, “because you’re you and you make me feel different.”

“stop spitting lines you’ve heard from romantic movies.”

your heart was thumping and you didn’t know why. maybe your head was actually processing that it was just the two of you for once. you were in his car and he was playing tunes from his phone. from time to time, he’d look over at you to check if you’re still on earth.

he liked the look you have on your face when you’re in your own little world. you’d stare at one thing, so focused that your brows are kind of scrunched up.

“they’re not just lines,” he said after ten minutes from your last line.

“what?” you gave him your attention, waking yourself from your thoughts.

“the lines i tell you, they’re not just lines,” he started off, “and the flowers... i catch you drawing daisies and sunflowers when you don’t want to finish an assignment. they’re perfect flowers that suit you.”

“seongwu––”

“i do like you, you know,” he continued and you let him, “i like... everything about you. i like when i tease you and you kind of trip on your own words. i like that you say no to me yet you still always show up. i like that you don’t smile to just anyone. so when i do make you smile, i feel so lucky. i just like you but i kind of fear you don’t take my feelings seriously.”

for the first time, you stare at seongwu. you take in every detail of him. his small lips, smooth skin, pierced ears, straight lashes, soft eyes, strong hands... then he smiled and you realized that it was nice too.

“i know,” you said softly as if you were scared he’d hear you, “but...”

you’re scared. it was too far from what you knew. too new. too raw.

“did your last boyfriend scar you?” he asked you sincerely. no humor in his voice which made you feel more humiliated.

“no,” you simply answered and did not go further into details, but he was smart and caught on.

“have you been in a relationship before?”

the question had your eyes widened and your ears perked. how did he know? you thought.

“i... no,” your voice softened even more.

“are you scared?” he asked as he reached out for your hand. making sure he doesn’t go too fast, he only played with your fingers as he drove.

you kind of liked it.

“probably,” you were unsure yourself.

“do you... like me?” he asked you cautiously. he feared an answer he’d hate to hear.

“i like this... right now... kind of.”

as you answered, he intertwined your fingers with his. they were warm, you noted.

“you know, whenever you talk, my heart rate quickens,” he tried to laugh it off then led your hand to his chest, “feel that? it’s super fast because it’s exciting to hear you talk and for me to actually know how you’re feeling.”

“ong, you’re making me nervous,” you frowned and took your hand away from his chest.

“sorry,” he sheepishly laughed, “but can i still hold your hand?”

why was he asking such embarrassing questions?

you don’t answer and seongwu was disappointed... for a whole two seconds before you slipped your own fingers into his.

seongwu was just by your side and he felt lucky.

“how was the movie last night?” minhyun asked you.

“it was good,” you kept your answer to a minimal.

“and seongwu?” he raised his brow.

you stopped your busy hands and looked over a minhyun. “what about seongwu?” you asked.

“how was seongwu?”

“seongwu was... seongwu,” you pursed your lips and went back to your book to distract yourself from the thought of last night.

not even twenty minutes later, you gathered your things and excused yourself from the table. the moment you turned to leave, you saw ong seongwu walking in and talking to the librarian, probably asking her if she’s seen you.

she pointed right at you and you only quickly smiled at her before charging yourself towards the exit. you didn’t want to talk to seongwu right now. not after last night.

not much even happened, other that small talk and hand holding in the car. you guys watched the movie and he took you home and watched you walk into your apartment building. seongwu didn’t kiss you or force to do anything you didn’t like. so basically, nothing happened after the car ride.

you were just overthinking the events of last night. for example, before the kiss scene, you were comfortably resting your head on your palm towards seongwu’s side. but as soon as that scene started, you curled back into the center of your seat, thinking about whether seongwu was going to kiss you that night. series of imaginations of what ifs had you spinning in circles and probably screwing yourself over.

simply, you were confusing yourself. you didn’t know what you wanted (or rather you were scared of what you wanted), which lead to a string of lies to yourself.

you were lying to yourself.

“y/n,” he called your name as if he was breathless like you made him breathless.

you stopped your trail and you were debating with yourself again. do you just say ‘bye’ and try to dip like how you always did before yesterday or do you simple, greet him, and walk out the door?

your lips curled shyly at him. unknowingly, you chose option two. he, of course, followed along with you.

“did you sleep well?” he asked.

why is he asking that?

“sort of,” you mumbled and from the corner of your eye, you can see him smiling to himself.

“i hardly slept. i’m running on caffeine right now,” he said as he raised his (nasty) cup of americano.

“i genuinely don’t know how you drink those,” you frowned, thinking back at the time you tasted the horrid drink, “why couldn’t you sleep anyway?”

“it’s not for the taste,” he chuckled, “and i couldn’t sleep because reality is actually getting better than dreams.”

that had your head turning.

“i think you like me,” he blatantly admitted, “you just don’t know it.”

you kind of did know. you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. but now that he was pinning at the fact, you had to face it. you shifted uncomfortably as your hands clenched to help the contractions that was coming from your pulse.

he was getting better at this whole heart flipping thing.

because you didn’t say anything and just had a deep look in your eyes, he went on, “i think you like me, but you don’t know if you want to. so, i just thought i’d try and ask...”

you blinked. he was holding back. he was nervous. he was scared (too).

“will you go on a date with me? like one where we can talk a lot and not just sit and watch a movie, worrying about what the other is thinking?” he finally spatted out, “i mean––it can be anything you want, if you want it to be another movie date, i’m okay with that. i just want to spend time with you.”

the constraints in your chest were getting worse.

“i––” you started but quickly cancelled because you were distracted by him staring at you intensely for an answer, “okay.”

god, you’re nervous and clammy. you hated this feeling, but you don’t. at least, right there and then.

“w––wait,” he stuttered (for what you think was the first time), “for real? yes?”

seongwu’s eyes never sparkled as they did then. he wasn’t sure what to expect from asking you out. maybe a little push-and-pull, but you just said ‘okay’.

you nodded, confirming that you were being ‘for real’.

he dove in for hug so tight that he carried and spun you around out of pure excitement. when he placed you down, he cupped your warm cheeks and grinned so widely down at you before going in for a kiss.

you felt the fireworks throughout your entire body. you weren’t even sure if you could stand so your fingers gripped on his sleeves tightly.

his thumb caressed your jawline throughout the kiss. his lips were surprisingly nice against yours and his nose brushing at the apples of your cheeks.

you were far from your comfort zone.

when he lets go, he remembered a small important detail: you probably never kissed anyone before.

his ear to ear smile disappeared as he looked at how out of breath you were.

“shit––i fucked up, didn’t i? was i going too fast? i won’t kiss you anymore if you don’t want me to. y/n... are you okay? i’m so sorry,” he brushed out all the hair out of your face and searched for any signs of regret, “you can cancel that date and i’ll understand completely... even if i don’t really want that to happen.”

“no,” you simply replied, with your fingers still wrapped into his sleeves, “i liked it.”

you were red from the small confession, looking down as if you were a kid about to be punished. seongwu pulled you into his chest, letting you bury your embarrassment there.

“i feel like the more i get to know you, the deeper the hole i’m digging for myself,” he chuckled and you felt the vibrations against your face, “i’m so fucking whipped and we haven’t been on our first date yet.”

although you’re still uncertain about a lot of things that were going on right now, you were uncomfortably comfortable.

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