all of us are dead — jang woo-jin “barriers”
contents : cringe, cliché(?)
a/n: requested by, anon [ hello can i req a jealous jang woojin x reader 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 ty ] HAH THIS HAS BEEN IN THE DRAFTS I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG LOL
“Hey. Who was that?”
He tries to act cool, walking beside you as he looks at the direction of the guy who tried to act familiar with you—his words, not mine. Eyeing the boy like a predator despite him already walking away.
You scoffed, brushing off his arms that lays on your shoulder with a teasing tone, “and why do you care?”
“I asked first.”
“And I asked second.”
“I'm still first.” There is a cheeky grin on his face but it didn't reached his eyes, a hurtful look then flickered for a minute before they disappear like a flicker of a light. Woo-jin took a step forward with a smug grin present on his face that makes you have the drive to somehow—crush that smirk off.
Raising a brow at his somewhat interest, you answered with a huff. “It was just someone from the other class.”
“Why did he approached you then?” Woo-jin bites back the words that should've followed, watching as you blinked at him owlishly, what does he want with you? surely he didn't confessed, right? He sees you cross your arms over your chest, cocking your head to the side with a slight grin.
Oh no-
“He just asked for my helped for the upcoming class collaboration.”
Oh.
Woo-jin blinked.
He felt so stupid assuming things but how can he help it? You're likeable—especially in his eyes so how can he not like you? Woo-jin blinks, staring at the place that the boy went out before glancing back at you. There's something soft with how his smile turned softer.
It is unlike the ones he would shoot you, that boyish grin of his that looks stupid.
Now he looks more stupid.
And yet, that made your heart skip a beat at the sight only for you to internally beat yourself up for thinking such things.
"Why.. why the hell do you look relieved?" Came out of your mouth, straightforward and blunt, a tone of confusion seeping in as you can't help but think. Why?
Woo-jin spluttered a cough at your words, hitting his chest in repeat as he choked in his own spit. "M-me?! Relieved?" His eyes were blown wide akin to saucers.
"It's not that..!" He defended himself, "I was just wondering if you're really that reliable for him to pick you to help him." And like a child, he took out his tongue while pulling his eyelid which is a kid's universal sign of disrespect.
"Why you!" You gasped at his childish behavior, reaching to pinch him only for his swift lithe hands to capture your own.
"Nuh-uh!" "Oi, let go! You stupid—"
"Who are you calling stupid?" He retorts, taking both of your wrists as he dodges your pinches. "You! You son of a—!" When you couldn't hit him, you settled for hitting him by the shin with your feet, raising it to kick him playfully.
There's laughter all around as the two of you pick on each other, a usual occurrence in your friendship that the both of you had come and learnt to love and do. The playful quarrel and mischievous shenanigans that the both of you act.
It's pleasant.
But why does his eyes twinkle so much with affection as he looks at you, despite those boyish grin of his, the crinkles on his eyes softens every now and then.
Your foot hits his knee as he hissed, letting out a small pained cry as he crumbles to the ground like a kid deprived of cookies from the jar. "Gah!"
"Damn you hit me too hard.." He murmured, head bowed as he clutched his knee. You follow, frantic and panicking, his hold on one of your wrists still firm but tender. It's like he doesn't want to hurt you.
Hands not knowing what to do as you watch him, "It- Wait I didn't mean to do it that harsh!" You try to defend yourself, kneeling before him as you reach for his knee delicately, afraid that you'll hurt him further.
"Kidding!" Woo-jin exclaimed, craning his neck to look at you only to freeze.
The proximity is too close.
One move could make the two of you..
One.
His eyes that's trained on yours, unblinking, briefly glanced at your lips. You could see how his adam apple bob, like there is something stuck inside his throat. But you aren't fairing any better with how your whole body freeze.
Two.
"You.." his lips move, the voice barely audible if not for the closeness that you both share.
"Why won't you pull away..?" He whispers, still watching you.
The two of you were stuck in the moment, time seemingly freezing in place like how the two of you are focused towards each other. "Well, why aren't you..?" You turned his question back on him.
For there is no way that you'll be able to answer that. Not without spilling the thoughts you've always had inside your head. One that can ruin what the both of you share, this friendship that both of you are content with.
But is he truly?
Three.
He sighs through his nose, eyes still on you as his fingers that's holding you, twitch. "Because.."
Without warning, he gathers his thoughts and faces reality, taking the opportunity he was blessed with. Hand pulling you down to press your lips against his.
Soft.
Woo-jin's lips are chapped, yet the softness of it overwhelms you.
The way his other arm snakes to pull you by the back of your neck, the desperate feelings he has for you leaks from his actions.
Was this how kiss always felt? You don't know, but the chemistry doesn't fail.
And before you knew it, it was over.
"I don't want you being with him. Even if it's helping him." He murmurs, not pulling away completely. His forehead pressed against yours oh so sweetly. Beneath those eyes were intensity, the genuine and raw emotion came spilling out as soon as he built up his confidence.
"I don't like it."
Woo-jin.. just ruined the barriers that bounds you two as friends.
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