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pairing: dad!seonghwa x mom!reader (black reader)

genre: fluff

warning(s): the word daddy is used but not for those reasons.

wc: 1.3k

reader's pov

i sit to the side watching thing one and thing two go at it with the cookie dough. no, they're not kneeding it or anything like that, they are busy tearing that shit up, smacking on it trying to make it look like they're 'rolling' it. at that time they think i haven't noticed yet. i have! like father like daughter for real.

"at this point we won't have any cookie dough left to make these cookies for the bake sale." i say more to myself but loud enough for tweedledum and tweedledee to hear.

byeol's school organizes a bake sale for every grade as a fundraiser and it's the 2nd grader's turn tomorrow so we're busy making all the treats were going to sell at our stall and since they're literal babies, the parents need to be there so seonghwa and i both took an off day to be there for the bake sale. we spent the last 2 days making decorations for said stall and i still have glitter in my hair from when byeol got distracted and turned seonghwa and i into "fairies".

"right... byeol i told you to stop eating the cookie dough." seonghwa fake scolds the little girl who's mouth hangs open at the pure betrayal.

these two are like two peas in a pod. a truly unbreakable pair but lord are they a mess.

when seonghwa and i found out we were having a girl we were over the moon. he's always wanted a daughter so imagine his joy. me? i was just happy to be there, boy or girl i would've been happy with either.

he treats her like a precious, rare stone and spoils her rotten but don't let that fool you, she's still an extremely humble and well mannered girl.

"but daddy, it was you who kept eating!" she whines, defending herself looking absolutely adorable with her two missing front teeth.

i smile at the two of them and seonghwa starts rolling the dough looking mighty fine, might i add. his hair is pushed back with a squiggly headband and to top his whole outfit off he's wearing the frilly apron that my mother made for me as a housewarming gift.

the oven dings and byeol jumps to hand me the oven mitts. "thank you dear."

"you're welcome mommy." she smiles which is really contagious and makes me smile too. i get the cupcakes out of the oven and the little girl jumps up and down excitedly.

"be careful love, they're still hot." seonghwa warns her and she nods and takes a step back before jumping again. "what else is left?" seonghwa asks, cutting the dough into little heart shapes.

"icing for the cake pops."

"can i have one mommy?"

"you had way too much sugar today princess, it's 8pm now."

"mmh and you should be sleeping." seonghwa adds but the little girl pouts.

"how am i supposed to sleep when the house smells like candy wonderland?" her squeaky little voice gets louder at her question which makes seonghwa and i laugh.

"but you need to sleep now so you have enough energy for the bake sale tomorrow. then you'll have all the sugary stuff you want." seonghwa whispers amd her eyes light up and she runs to her room and again, we laugh at her little actions.

"let's go put her to bed." i say to seonghwa and i switch off the stove so we can follow the little girl to her room. she's already bathed and in her pj's, bonnet on and everything, so i don't have to worry about that.

we walk into the room and see her already in bed and seonghwa shakes his head.

"what happened to brushing your teeth princess?" he questions and she springs out of bed and runs to the bathroom to brush her teeth and seonghwa smiles shaking his head at her antics. "she's still on a sugar rush. she's not falling asleep anytime soon."

"mmh, 'come lick the spoon princess, here's a cookie, help me roll the dough.' sound familiar?" i recite his own words to him and he raises his hands in surrender. that's what i thought.

"she gave me those eyes." he tries to defend himself and honestly, i get it. it's almost impossible to say no to her when she starts looking all 'sad'.

sad in quotations because, let's be real, she knows what she's doing.

"learn to say no."

"have you?" he questions in an accusatory tone and i accept defeat. granted, i can say no to her, it's just difficult to. seonghwa on the other hand?

i'm saying all of this, he's really good with parenting and discipline, it's just those moments, like these, when he's like, 'fuck it, let her have some of this and that and this too maybe.' she's a kid, let her enjoy.

she comes running back into the room and i look at my husband who's shooting me a look too. there's no way she's falling asleep now.

"maybe we should let her run it off a bit before bed?" i suggest to him and he sighs with a nod and byeol looks between us confused. seonghwa nods and we turn to the little girl.

"what's with you two?" she asks us and i smile down at her.

"byeol, i think we should run before your father catches us." i tell her with a fake tone of fear and she smiles widely. she loves this.

"let's go mommy." she grabs my hand and gets out of bed so we can start running with seonghwa chasing behind us talking about some, 'don't let me catch you'.

the house is filled with her laughter and little shrieks everytime she turns back and seonghwa is near. when she starts slowing down that's when we know she's done for the day.

"okay my baby, let's get you to bed, yes?" seonghwa says, picking her up but her stubborn ass protests.

"but i'm not tired yet." she yawns literally as she says that.

"case closed. let's go."

we both go to her room and seonghwa lays her on her bed, letting her go under the covers. it's routine for both of us to tuck her in whenever we can otherwise she'll be restless.

"what do you want tonight, story or song?" i ask her and she pretends to think for a bit. she usually prefers a song so she's most likely gonna choose that.

"song! but mommy please don't sing this time?" she tells me, blocking her ears and i gasp. excuse me kid??

"i'll have you know, i was very blessed with some killer vocals. you just don't get it." both of them give me the same unimpressed look. literally the same, she's a photocopy of her father. i honestly feel like it's unfair but that's a story for another day. "okay let's have daddy sing, i know who your favorite is."

"you're both my favorites!" she yells, pulling us both to her and we laugh and wrap her into a group hug.

"okay my angel, let me sing you a song okay?" seonghwa says and she nods, laying down completely and hw starts singing. i start patting her as his voice soothes her to sleep and i smile, feeling completely content in this moment. it's just me, my husband and my daughter and there's nothing and no one else that exists to me.

we hear a little snore and that's our confirmation that she's sound asleep. she really doesn't take time. we take turns giving her a kiss on the cheek before quietly exiting the room and going back to the kitchen to finish baking.

"baby?" seonghwa calls me and i hum. "don't you want another?" he asks and looks up from the pot and i glare at him, pointing a roller pin at him.

i can tell he's joking by his tone because he knows good and well that neither of us want another. in this economy? absolutely not.

"point taken."

we laugh and we continue baking for this bake sale we're both dreading.

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snwusberry · 9 days

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pairing: wooyoung x black!reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): communication issues (please don't hate me), drinking, mention of a messy past relationship, food/eating.

wc: 5.7k

note: this shit took me literal months to finish writing, like no kidding. the wooyoung brainrot was so real though so here it is.

☆ reader's pov ☆

02/10/2023

"easy now, wouldn't wanna burn holes into the board with how hard you're staring." i hear a comment at my obvious indecisiveness and i look up at the insanely handsome cashier in front of me.

"huh?" i ask and he smiles. he has an absolutely gorgeous smile, might i add.

"you've been standing here, staring at the board for quite a bit." i tell him.

"oh, my apologies."

"oh no need to apologize, i was just pulling your leg. let me know once you've decided."

i hum for a bit and i take a moment to take in his features quickly. he's got sharp but gentle facial features, if that makes any sense. he has a mole on his cheek and on his bottom lip which just adds on to his attractiveness.

"actually, what would you suggest i get?" i requests and he smiles.

"well the best sellers from our seasonal menu are the pumpkin pie latte, the ginger-cinnamon rooibos tea, and the cinnamon chai latte."

"i'll get..." i trail off and mentally curse myself for my indecisiveness. from now on i'm googling menus.

"you could always choose one and come back and try the others." wooyoung tells me which breaks me away from my train of thought.

"only if i enjoy this one though."

"of course."

"well then for today, i'll have one regular pumpkin pie latte."

"sit in or to go?" he asks, tapping away on the screen in front of him.

okay weigh out your options girl. if i sit in, i get to look all cute and mysterious in front of the extremely handsome cashier but if i go, i can be even more cute and mysterious, completely out of sight. that's a good idea. if i stay, i'll probably embarrass myself anyway.

"hello?"

"to go. sorry" i tell him and he smiles.

"alright." he says more to himself and he hands me a slip woth my order number. "here you go. they're busy with your order at the back, it'll be done shortly."

"thank you."

i go sit nearby the front counter so i can hear my order number when another customer walks in. a girl, probably around my age and i watch his interaction with her. very similar to how he was with me and i immediately snap out of this daydream world i let myself wander into. i need to focus on other things because i do not need a man to throw me off my loop. much less one i don't know.

he calls my order number though and i stand up to go get it.

"enjoy your drink. hope to see you come back." he tells he with a wink. stand up.

"thank you and that is to be decided." i reply which causes a brief chuckle from him.

———

17/10/2023

———

is it too late to turn around? i'm quite literally at the door of the café where that extremely attractive man works.

'come on girl, you saw him flirting with another girl, don't let yourself think you're special.'

yeah, i'd rather bellyflop into crocodile infested waters before allowing myself to even let a man have me by the throat like this, there's more to life. even if he's hot and has a nice smile and enchanting eyes...

just as i feel myself turn around i make direct eye contact with him through the glass of the door. now i could either leave and never come by here again, or go in.

'yeah i'll leave.'

i try to turn around when i bump into someone else who's trying to get in which leaves me with no choice but to go in. i mean, logically speaking, i very well could've gotten out of the way and fucked off back home but i didn't really think of that until i felt myself walking towards the counter, letting the man go before me.

as he orders, i stand behind him, fighting the urge to chew my nails right off. i can still leave, honestly...

"hello, what would you like to order?" his smooth voice cuts through the thoughts in my head.

"huh?"

dumbass

"would you like to order anything?" he asks again.

theres a very good chance he doesn't even remember me so, you know what? i should be fine.

"may i please have the ginger-cinnamon rooibos tea please?"

"sit in or to go?"

"sit in." i answer without even thinking about it which is yet another dumbass decision.

"alright, they're working on your order. you can grab a number and it'll be right with you." he instructs and i nod as i'm about to get an order number. "i take that you enjoyed your drink last time."

"hmm?"

"if i recall correctly, you said you'd be back provided that you enjoy your drink, the pumpkin pie latte. how was it?"

okay pause and let me regroup because my ability to think clearly was gone the moment i thought of coming back here. the latte was good though.

"oh... yeah it was delicious."

"i'm glad you liked it. it took a bit of convincing to even get them to add a seasonal menu."

"this whole thing was your doing?" i ask him and he nods

"yeah. they haven't had one since the last manager left long before i started working here."

"when did you start working here?"

"about 2 years ago, i believe. uh... do you live around this area?"

"yeah. i actually work at the call center not too far from here."

"oh? how come i've never seen you around?"

"i could say the same to you, uh..." i look a little closer at his nametag.

"wooyoung. my name is wooyoung." he tells me with a smile.

"i'm y/n."

"i'll keep that in mind." i smile at him and he obviously returns it.

☆★☆

my best friend squeals like a little baby raccoon at my little "confession". that being that i found interest in someone which hasn't happened since my last breakup about a year ago.

she always said, "heal from what? girl you ain't injured, onto the next!!" nevermind the fact that i put my all into a, seemingly, one-sided relationship.

"okay okay, tell me more."

"sarah, i only seen and spoke to him twice. finding interest in someone doesn't mean i'm trying to get emotionally involved with them. i know nothing about this guy.

" yeah but you said it felt like he was flirting with you." she pushes but i shake my head at her.

"yeah and i also said he probably flirts with other customers, maybe that's just how he is."

"okay since you don't wanna be 'emotionally involved' as you say, just fuck him and let off some steam. lord knows you need it."

"immediately no! you know how that shit ends sarah, it always ends in tears and i'm simply not willing to risk it. sorry to disappoint chief."

"but life is about taking risks"

"i'm not gonna sleep with him sarah. what if hes already tied down, first of all and secondly, i've had enough emotional distress this past year. i wanna focus on myself."

———

03/11/2023

———

focus on myself was the biggest bullshit i've told myself because what the actual fuck am i doing here again?

i sigh, walking to the café yet again. i've come here another, like seven times since the last time and engaged in a small conversation with the handsome cashier each time. he's got this thing about him that makes me so drawn to him and i know it's probably the dumbest thing i'm letting myself do, especially since i quite literally barely know this guy, but i'm already in too deep to try and get myself out.

"someone's here later than usual." wooyoung says upon my arrival to the counter.

"it's been a long ass day, i don't even wanna talk about it."

"alright, then we won't. rooibos tea?" he asks and i nod. talk about paying attention to detail.

"may i also have a lemon blueberry cheesecake slice please?" i ask and he smiles with a nod.

"sit in or takeout?"

"sit in." i confirm with him and he nods and prints out the slip.

"you know the drill." he smirks which i quickly look away frok for my own sanity.

"thank you." say and i turn to walk to the table.

"hey uh, y/n."

"hmm?"

"i'm actually clocking off in a bit but i need to get something for someone and i kinda need a second opinion on it so would you like to help me out?" he requests but unlike his usual confident behavior, he seems to be a bit nervous.

i smile at him before answering, "sure, why not."

"thank you, i appreciate it."

"no problem."

☆★☆

wooyoung and i walk side by side in the little shopping center nearby and i'm not gonna lie, it's a bit awkward. i'm willing to thug it out though.

"so what are we getting and who for?" i ask him and he hums.

"it's almost my friend's birthday and i wanted to get him something but i'm kinda bad at things like this so i needed a second opinion." he explains and i nod.

"so what's he like?"

"hmm?"

"your friend. what is he like? what does he like?"

he stops in his tracks to think a little which makes me stop too.

"well he's really reliable..." he says, his words trailing off.

"so insightful."

"well he's really into fashion. he experiments and all that cool stuff with his clothes."

"does he sew?" i ask him and he hims before shaking his head. "alright. uhh... make him something."

"do i look like i do arts and crafts?" he asks me with a finger pointed to himself.

"yes?"

"i'm sorry." he apologizes but o shake my head.

"don't worry about it. let's get him his gift." i reassure him and he nods cautiously.

we walk around the shopping center trying to think of something to get for this mystery man and i'm not gonna lie, it's difficult. it's already hard to think of a gift for someone you know, how do you think shopping for a stranger would be any easier?

the part i am enjoying though is spending time and getting to know wooyoung. he's really great company so being around him feels refreshing compared to being around the same 3 people who don't really give a fuck about what i do with my life, other than my best friend, of course, but life got so busy for both of us that we can't just make plans to meet up all willy nilly.

"hey, his birthday party is actually next friday, you should come by." he says to me as we're walking and i stop in my tracks.

"is that a good idea? i don't wanna like, intrude or anything."

"nonsense, i'll tell him you're with me. it's an open invite so..." he trails off and i sigh.

i've been dying to go out and have fun anyway, and meeting new people has never been an issue for me so why the hell not?

"okay fine. but if he looks even the slightest bit uncomfortable with me being there i'm going straight home." i tell him sternly which he smiles at.

"okay deal."

"the party starts at 7pm."

We reach the bus stop where there's a bus approaching in the distance.

"here take my number my number in case you need someone to pick you up for the party." he suggests and i nod, giving him my phone to write down and save his number. "don't hesitate to call."

"got it. thanks." i reply to him and get into the bus and i look at my phone and see what he saved his number as.

'woo 🔥🫦'

he cannot be serious.

all i can say to sum today up is, it was refreshing.

☆★☆

"HE ASKED YOU TO WHAT?!!!" sarah exclaims.

"calm down. he literally just invited me to a party."

"his friend's birthday party! you're locked in already." she says with emphasis on 'friend'. "do you think he invites every customer to his friends' birthday parties?"

"i don't know maybe?"

"babe, you built your walls so high that you can't even see over them. he's interested in you."

"i don't know..."

"i say go. at least let yourself have fun."

"fine." i say, finally giving in, i mean, it's just a party if we really think about it.

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10/11/2023

———

i hesitantly click on call and the dial tone rings loud in my ear as i wait for him to pick up. maybe i should just hang up and just stay home in the comfort of my bed tonight.

"hello?"

too damn late.

"hi, wooyoung? oh, uh this is y/n from the café. you said to call if i need a way to get to the party."

"y/n, hi. i thought i came in too strong that day, you didn't stop by."

"sorry about that. i was just a bit busy, that's all."

LIE!

"that's good to know. uh, just tell me where to pick you up and i'll be there."

"the bus stop we went to last week."

"okay i'll be there in a bit."

"thank you." he hangs up and i sigh into tge cold air, looking down at my outfit. i hope i'm not overdressed... and i hope he likes the gift i got. it's just a necklace because i genuinely don't know what to get for him and i didn't wanna go empty handed.

surely enough though, wooyoung pulls up in a white car and he opens the passenger's window.

"you coming in or what?" he jokingly asks with a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face and i scoff before entering.

"nice ride." i say, looking around the interior the car and then i turn to look at him.

"thanks, it's yunho's." he admits and i nod. i don't even know who that is but sure. "oh he's another friend of mine, you'll meet all of them today, don't worry about it."

"i'm excited." i beam, turning the volume of the radio up when i hear mamacita by chase atlantic playing and start dancing in ny seat, singing along to the song just overall vibing. "come on wooyoung sing!" i exclaim over the loud music and he sings along with a wide smile on his face.

☆★☆

we get out of the car at a club and wooyoung gets something in the car while i walk ahead and wanter off to the entrance without him but the bouncer blocks the way.

"sorry, were closed for tonight. invite only." he says and i stand there not knowing what to do.

"don't worry, she's with me." wooyoung's smooth voice says behind me and i look back at him and take in his entire appearance. he's wearing a black and white patterned shirt which isn't buttoned all the way, showing off his chest with black jeans and black boots and his hair is pulled back by a pair of sunglasses on top of his head.

he looks too good.

"my apologies." the bounced says and opens the door for us to enter.

"look at you, cool guy. 'she's with me.'" i imitate his voice and he rolls his eyes. "you guys rented this place out?"

"yeah, just the vip area. it's one of those nights where we act like we have more money than we actually do." he jokes and i laugh. "here we are."

he opens the door and let's me walk in before him. the lights immediately draw me in and the music hits my bones but i fight the urge to start dancing since i'm yet to meet everyone here.

"come with me to meet the others." he leads me to the upstairs area where there's a red-haired man talking to someone. i'm rendered speechless at how absolutely gorgeous he is.

"joong, i'd like you to meet someone." wooyoung announces, getting their attention. "uh, this is y/n. i mentioned inviting a plus one for tonight."

"hi guys." i greet with a wave.

"you're the one wooyoung begged me to invite." a man with red hair says stepping forward and i nod.

"yeah that would be me. it's nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you too. i'm hongjoong."

"belated happy birthday hongjoong. i hope you like this." i say and hand him the small gift bag i've been holding.

"you didn't have have to bring a gift. thank you." he smiles, taking the bag. "thanks for making it tonight. please enjoy your night."

"thank you."

wooyoung and walk to a group of people who are sitting around a table and chatting it up.

"hi guys."

"woo, you're back." a really tall, insanely handsome, pink haired man yells over the music and his eyes fall on me for a second. "and who might you be?"

"i'm y/n." i respond, stretching my hand out.

"i'm mingi." he smirks, taking my hand for a handshake.

"this is yeosang, those ones over there are san and his girlfriend ari, jongho went to get drinks with seonghwa and that's yunho and his girlfriend, rissa. guys this is y/n." wooyoung cuts between mingi and i to introduce me to everyone else.

"nice to meet you guys."

"you too. care to join us?" ari asks, holding up a shot glass with some clear liquid.

"now we're talking." i breathe out and make my way to the small circle consisting of san, ari and yeosang.

ari hands me a shot glass and pours me some vodka. i take the shot, letting the liquid burn down my throat and i cringe at the bitter taste.

"so what do you do?" san asks, leaning into ari a bit more.

"i'm a call center representative." i respond to her while putting ghe glass down on the table in front of us. "it's really boring though."

"i could never be one, honestly." ari sighs out and i nod in agreement.

"i've been damn near quitting so many times. what do you guys do?" i ask back, trying to keep the conversation going.

"well i just got laid off work at an accounting firm and san and yeosang work together as personal trainers at the gym nearby."

"more like you got fired." san comments and the girl looks at him with a deadpan expression.

two other men return with bottles in hand who im guessing are jongho and seonghwa. now does wooyoung only associate himself with good looking people? because everyone i've met today is insanely hot.

hongjoong returns from wherever he wad and that's when i hear my song boom through the speakers which immediately gets me on my feet. i've spent a good hour mingling with everyone, getting to know them. it's time to shake some ass.

the alcohol is very well in our systems and i feel rissa grab one of my hands and pulls me up to start dancing to the song.

"come join us birthday boy!" i yell to hongjoong who's standing around with everyone else.

i was definitely over thinking coming out here tonight because i'm having so much fun with these people.

☆★☆

we partied into the early hours of the morning until we couldn't. like literally everyone is exhausted and ready to hit the sheets.

"thank you for letting me crash your party hongjoong. i had fun." i thank hongjoong who goes in for a friendly hug.

"it's not a problem. it's always great making new friends. get home safe, alright."

"i will, thanks." we hug one more time and i say my goodbyes to everyone.

"remember what i said girlie." ari yells to me and i salute to her and turn into someone, coming eye to eye with that horrendous patterned shirt that he managed to pull off.

"come on, let's get you home." he offers and i smile shyly.

"i wouldn't wanna be a bother. besides, i can make it there on my own."

"i have no doubt about that but let me earn my gentleman title here. besides, it wouldn't feel right dragging you here then leaving you to find your own way back." he insistently tells me and i fake a shocked gasp.

"not even because you wanna make sure i get home save, that you're worried about me? i'm hurt."

"and dramatic, let's go."

———

15/11/2023

———

i walk into the familiar café without a second thought this time and walk straight to the counter where wooyoung is standing but he's looking elsewhere.

"hey." he looks up and stands up straight.

"you know i'm starting to feel like you only come here when it's my shift." he teases with a smirk but i don't let my guard down one bit.

"oh please, i only come here at this time because it's when i clock off from work."

"aww no other reason? not because you like to see my handsome face?" he questions.

"no it's not that..." i trail, pretending to be in thought before i trail my eyes to him and he's looking at me unimpressed.

"just order and get out of here."

i briefly laugh at his mini outburst. just briefly.

"i'll get the usual." i tell him and he nods, taking down my order.

"and you'll sit in because no matter how much you deny it, you're obsessed with me."

"oh i'm so obsessed, i only frequent this café at this exact time just so i can sit and stare at your handsome face. is that what you wanted to hear?"

"yes, here's your order number. you know the drill."

"wooyoung, i didn't say i wanna sit in."

"you did just now. go on."

i shoot him a glare that he returns a brief sarcastic smile at. i just take the next number from the stack and go to my regular seat.

ever since hongjoong's party, my friendship with wooyoung has developed from acquaintances to actual friends. like he even sent a goodnight text the other night and i felt my heart hiccup. i thought my poor lifestyle choices were catching up to me.

"your order madam." i turn to wooyoung who's now in front of me with a tray in hand. him and i both know he's not supposed to be delivering orders so why is he not behind the counter?

"wooyoung?"

"here before the manager catches me out here." he informs me, looking over his shoulder to check if he's been caught.

"i didn't order an apple crumble though."

"it's on the house. look, i like you y/n and, i don't know, i guess this is my way of showing that. i know it's not the best way to tell you all this but can we talk after my shift?" he asks and walks back behind the counter. just in time for the customer who is just now entering. it's the same girl from all those weeks ago, if my sight is as clear as i believe it is, that is, and i feel my heart sink watching the two of them interact.

have i really let my guard down this much already? i don't know what to do...

———

23/11/2023

———

i haven't talked to wooyoung in like five days and my left eye is starting to twitch. there is really no reason for me to ghost him so suddenly, especially after things have been going so well, i mean, i'm locked in with his friends now.

i'm being stupid, and i know i am but the fear of getting my heart broken again overpowers the little bit of critical thinking i have.

"y/n, have you spoken to wooyoung? he's been a bit besides himself." rissa asks me while the movie plays ever so softly on the television. i introduced her and ari to sarah and we all decided to crash at ari and san's house and bust out some movies. only thing is, her and sarah literally passed out minutes into the first movie so it's just rissa and i.

"what do you mean?"

"yunho said he's been in his head the last couple of days."

"oh... i don't know, i haven't really noticed." i tell her quietly and she deadpans at me.

"oh really?" she asks with an unamused tone in her voice and i shrug. "what's really going on?"

"i'm scared of letting myself fall for someone because i don't wanna get my heart broken again."

she turns in her seat to face me completely and she sighs.

"it's too late for that, don't you think?" she questions and i look at her im confusion.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean that you've already fallen for him. you're distancing yourself because you already have and you don't want it to go any further."

i think to myself for a quick second...

i've found myself enjoying his company to the point where i can't wait for the next awful day at work so i can go see him at the café. i get excited when he texts and smile so wide seeing his name pop up on my screen.

fuck this i'm in too deep now.

"seen the light huh?" she asks anf i sigh frustratedly, burying my face in my hands. "you really think wooyoung would break your heart?"

"i don't know... he doesn't seem like he would, i mean, he's so sweet but i've been blindsided before."

"i understand you're scared but trust me, i've known wooyoung for a good five years now and he's never gone out of his way to hurt anyone's feelings."

"okay well who's that girl wooyoung was flirting with at the café?" i ask her and she shrugs.

"what girl?"

"there's a girl with long, ass-length, blonde hair. she's moderately short."

"no way you're intimidated by her."

"you know her?"

"if the person you're describing is who i have in mind... there aren't a lot of blondes in this area. you're probably talking about yuri."

"yuri?"

"she's like, obsessed with wooyoung. he's a really fun and charismatic man so it's easy to be swayed."

"how lovely." i sarcastically comment.

"sorry. she took everything he said as a hint and she's convinced that he wants her but he doesn't. he's just kind to her, that's all."

"and has he made it clear to her that he's uninterested?"

"many times. she says he's in denial."

"wow."

"yeah. so you have nothing to worry about. that man is probably losing sleep wondering what he did wrong for you to stop texting. in your attempt to preserve your feelings"

"i hurt his..." i finish her sentence and she nods.

"his birthday is coming up but the party is this saturday. he'd like you to come."

"i owe him an explanation."

"yes you do."

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25/11/2023

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the girls and i are getting ready for wooyoung's birthday party at rissa's apartment and i am stressing out, like my leg is bouncing up and down at such a high speed that it feels like my whole body is vibrating. the past two days i was trying to find the right words and put them together.

"girl this isn't an unprepared speech for school, just apologize and tell him how you feel." sarah tells me but that does not help how i'm feeling right now.

"it's not easy."

"come on. you look too hot to be sulking in the corner. i'm a hundred percent sure he's gonna wanna talk to you and hear you out." ari comments which lifts the mood a bit. i even cracked a teensy smile.

"come let's go ladies." rissa says and we file out of the house.

☆★☆

we just got here and there's already someone throwing up in a bush. this is gonna be fun.

"y/n come!" sarah pulls me with here wherever she's going.

"i need to find wooyoung."

"exactly, you need to take a shot before talking to him!"

"sober babes. i need to talk to him completely sober." she let's go of my hand.

"okay then, go look for your man, i'll be by the drinks."

"right behind you." rissa agrees, walking away with Sarah and i sigh.

"i need to go find san, wanna come with me?" ari asks and i turn to look at her. "where you find san, you find wooyoung, come."

i nod and follow her lead the way to the living room of the house where there's a bunch of people there.

"the life of the party is here!" ari announces and makes her way to san who let's her sit on his lap but there's no sign of wooyoung in here. did bro ditch his own party?

"hi everyone."

"y/n, you look stunning." mingi compliments me while walking my way. he takes my hand and makes me do a little spin.

"why thank you mingi. i guess i could say the same to you."

"hey, don't hurt me like this." he says, putting a hand on his chest on fake offense.

"you'll be alright. has anyone seen wooyoung?" i ask everyone but all i get as a response is murmurs across the room.

"check the backyard." one of the men say and a nod with a little thank you.

"okay thanks."

i make my way to the exit to the back yard where it's a bit emptier than inside. it's quieter with crickets chirping somewhere in the plants wnf a nice breeze cools down my skin. it's easier to breathe out here in comparison to the stuffy air inside but alas, there sits wooyoung on the grass with a can of beer in hand.

i can do this. i owe him an explanation after all so i go and sit right next to him which attracts his attention but his blank expression doesn't leave his face upon seeing me.

"hi." i greet him to break the ice but the tension between us is palpable. i clear my throat before attempting to speak again. "wooyoung, can we talk? please, i'm not here to defend myself..."

all he does is silently take a sip from his can and i let out a breath. this is gonna be difficult.

"wooyoung."

"you know, you could've at least told me you weren't interested instead of making me fall for you and look stupid for it." his words cut deep that i don't think i can even come up with any words to say to him.

"i was wrong, i know, and i'm really sorry for that. it was unfair of me to do that to you, you didn't deserve that and i feel horrible for what i did." i apologetically tell him but my eyes are glued to the grass patch in front of us.

"can you at least tell me why?"

"i'm a coward. running seemed easier than letting myself fall for you. i didn't have the best relationship with my ex and our breakup wasn't pretty either, i was in shambles and left to pick up the pieces and put them back and i thought i had finally done that, but clearly i left some of them behind." i explain to him scoffing at my own words at the end. "i saw you talking with a girl i thought you were flirting with and i put all my defenses back up and ended up doing to you what i was scared would happen to me."

"please, she's been annoying me for years now. i've never been interested in her and i've made that clear, i wouldn't flirt with her if i've been trying to get her off my arm. i like you, y/n. let me be there for you. there's no point in restricting your feelings like this. let yourself fall, i'll catch you."

"will you catch my baggage too?" i question and he shifts so that he's sitting in front of me.

"i'll carry it for you y/n."

"wooyoung i like you too and i won't lie and say i haven't imagined us together a couple of times. i'm willing to let my walls down for you if you're still willing to be in my life like that."

"yes, i'll be your boyfriend." he says confidently and i shake my head in disapproval

"i didn't even ask though."

"okay then ask because i'm getting impatient." i laugh at his excitement.

"will you be my boyfriend?" i finally ask him and he puts a hand over his mouth with a gasp all dramatic like a little schoolgirl who's crush liked her picture on instagram.

"yes, i'd love to be your boyfriend." he beams and i smile back at him.

"oh and before i forget. i got you this. it's not much but it's from my heart." i tell him, handing him the gift i got for him.

"what's this?" he asks, taking the small box in his hands.

"open it." i tell him nervously and he does just that and he takes the metal keychain out, smiling when he reads what's written on it.

"you like it?" i ask him nervously.

"yeah i do." he smiles, looking at it.

it's written 'ginger cinnamon rooibos tea with a little teacup hanging from a different chain.

"a significant part of how our relationship blossomed." he says and i let out a relieved sigh.

"i'm glad you like it."

"thank you y/n. for giving me a chance with you and for this."

"it's a pleasure."

"let's go inside, i wanna tell everybody that the cute girl at the coffee shop is now my girlfriend." he exclaims and i laugh as he helps me up.

"let's go."

we walk into the house with wooyoung telling everyone we pass by, "she's my girlfriend."

"hello everyone, i'm back here with my girlfriend." wooyoung says to everyone in the room.

"so it finally happened huh?" hongjoong asks and we nod rapidly.

"she's a yapper." sarah 'whispers' to everyone in the room.

"great because he does too." san confirms and everyone agrees that there's a lot in their hands with us being a couple now.

"oh it's 12 o'clock." rissa announces and we shout a happy birthday to you wooyoung and i hug him tightly.

"happy birthday boyfriend."

"why thank you girlfriend." he smiles and everyone mumbles a choir of disgusted comments.

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