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you’re my bestfriend

summary : you and wonho are bestfriend, have been for years. but in recent time, he’s been ditching you for monsta x (which you understand, but still). finally, he decides to come for a bestie night-in. when he accidentally bumps his hand against yours, he notices how you blush. this intrigues him and he starts trying to make you blush until he goes overboard and kisses you.

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For the first time in a long while - and now that Wonho was finally done with promotions - it’s your night. It was an unspoken tradition that weekends were reserved for the both of you. Bestie night-in. But since Monsta X’s debut, compounded by their rising popularity, things like that weren’t exactly a common thing. At least, not common enough to call it a tradition.

You understood though. Dance practices and vocal lessons were more of a priority than staying in and spending hours laughing at movies that the both of you had already watched. Yet there was a feeling of dread that bloomed in you, in your heart. Your heart clenched and twisted itself when you see Wonho’s fan interactions. The meek smile that he used to only show to you were plastered everywhere on fansites. Sometimes, it seemed that he had forgotten you. You’d complain to your mom but she chalked it up to your jealously fueled by your one-sided feelings for him.

It didn’t matter though, at least not now. Because he texted you 30 minutes ago, said that he’ll be dropping by for your Bestie Night-In.

Turns out, he didn’t forget about you. He came, slightly panting, and in his hands were 2 boxes of pizza. You already knew the flavour without opening it.

“Hoseok,” you breathed, somewhere stuck between stunned by how good he looked with his hair carelessly pushed back and inviting him into your apartment.

He grinned in response and walked into your apartment, crashing down on your sofa as he set the pizza besides him.

“Dude, it’s been too long,” he said, raking his fingers through his brown hair.

You agreed as you closed the door. Too long was an understatement. It had been almost 3 months since you even saw his shadow. You’ve seen him on the TV more than you’ve spoken to him, and in the time that you’ve spoken to him, it was always a few sentences then a ‘Talk to you later, kinda busy right now’ with the follow-up text two days later ‘oh i’m so sorry. i gotta go, call you later?’. Rushed and pointless.

“Yea, I missed you.” He declared whilst watching you.

His words stunned you for a moment. Part of you cursing him for ditching you for the past few months, while another part of you felt sad at his platonic words. You mumbled back an ‘I missed you too’ despite it having a whole other connotation. You went into the kitchen, grabbing kitchen towels for the oily pizza-ry hands. The two of you talked about life, with him updating you about Monsta X’s activities and first win, though you already knew that.

“You should totally congratulate me you know.” His eyes watched you as you stepped out of the kitchen.

“Well ass-hat, I already did. If you bothered to check your messages once in a while.”

“I know,” He shifted so that he was facing you.

“I meant in person like you did with Changkyun,” he mumbled the last bits, but you still caught it.

You flipped the light switch off, letting the blue glow from the TV brighten the room, before walking towards him and taking the remote control into your hand.

You chuckled lightly, “If it makes you happy then, happy first win.”

“That’s so insincere, I practically had to ask for it,” he grumbled. “What movie are we watching anyway?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to watch?” You said, replacing the spot next to Wonho and placing the bag of pizza next to you.

He thought for a second. “The Great Gatsby?” He prompted.

You nodded, pulling ‘The Great Gatsby’ on Netflix. The both of you shifted into comfortable positions. While Wonho sat beside you, watching the screen you could only focus on how your heart thumped at the fact that your shoulders were barely in contact with him. Helplessly, you only hoped that, in the silence that filled the air between the two besties that hadn’t met in months, he couldn’t hear it.

15 minutes into the movie, you were reminded of the pizza. Not because you got hungry, but rather by a rude interruption when Wonho reached over you, grazing your hand with his. The thing about separation is that everything becomes precious. Whereas a year ago you could have climbed all over him without a dime of hesitation, now you weren’t used to it. You bit down on your lower lips, silencing the gasp that parted your lips, but it was too late. Wonho’s eyes were fixated on you. Though initially his eyes were filled with concern, a new emotion sipped in; mischief.

He sat the bag on the floor, eyes still stuck on you, and you wondered if there was something wrong. What did I do wrong? Panic surged through your veins as you divert your eyes away from him, hoping that whatever bits of mischief within him would die down. Sweat prickled the back of your neck as you played with your fingers.

Wonho, seemingly expecting a bigger reaction, grinned wider at the lack of it.

“What?” You finally uttered, though reluctant to meet his eyes.

“Your cheeks- You were blushing just now!” He exclaimed, like a child finally solving a puzzle.

“N-no,” you rebutted, “And stop staring at me, the TV’s ahead.”

It seemed that your inability to deal with his enthusiasm fueled a flame within him because he pulled your hand into his, intertwining your fingers together.

He stared at you, waiting for any signs or changes. He was patient.

The dark screen suddenly lit up, casting light on your rosy-red cheeks. You knew that your body had betrayed you when his fingers tightened. An act of possession. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat but didn’t pull away your hand because as much as you wanted Wonho to stop teasing you, your hands had yearned to be in his for so long.

He smiled, or smirked.

“Huh.” He whispered in arrogance, “so that’s what makes you blush.”

It was clear then that your reactions seemed to have triggered insatiable thirst for more within Wonho.

“Does this make you blush?” He inquired, as his fingers trailed up along your arm.

Cautiously.

As if testing out his boundaries.

You tried to push his hand away, silently cursing at him but to no avail. The more he touched you, the more you felt it - the yearning of more. A 3-year long crush, you reasoned, hoping that Wonho would be so dense to not understand why you were blushing.

His smirk widened. His fingers danced on your skin, tracing up until it reached your shoulder. He quickly replaced his finger with his hand as he caressed your cheek. You swallowed a lump that had formed at the back of your throat and your eyes stared intensely at the TV, almost as if you feared breaking eye contact with Jay Gatsby. You tried to ignore him but seeing how your body was betraying you (by blushing) all you could do was grip the hems of your shirt tightly.

At this point, Wonho could barely hear what the characters on the screen were saying. All he could focus on was you. A mix of embarrassment and shyness painted your skin red and it more than fascinated Wonho. He wanted- no, hungered for more. His finger followed the shape of your jaw, down to your neck, décolletage and prominent collar bones. The hollow shape almost called out to him as he leaned in, placing a soft peck on your skin.

“S-stop it,” you mumbled, barely able to string together your words.

But he was relentless, his soft lips moulded into your skin only leaving it after drawing out a soft moan from your throat. How your skin burned with every inch that his lips touched, the delight. He gently tilted your chin towards him, lifting your head to face him.

“Are you sure that you want me to stop?”He taunted.

Your eyes darted around the dark room, anywhere but straight into Wonho’s warm orbs. He waited.

“I-I,” you faltered for a moment, “no…”

At the sound of the word ‘No’ leaving your lips, Wonho immediately crashed his lips into yours. You were caught off-guard, and it took a solid few seconds for it to register in your head, only then did you kiss back, pursing your lips and pushing back against Wonho’s ferocious ones.

When you pulled apart to catch your breaths, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. All at once, in the span of an hour, all of your desire for intimacy was fulfilled. You reluctantly raised your eyes, already expecting his shock expression and bracing yourself for the overly cliched line, ‘I-I gotta go’. But when you finally met eyes with him, you didn’t see that. All you saw was an excited child, looking at you with all the affection in the world - it almost made you question if he used to look at you like that.

“Won-”

“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He almost exclaimed, tugging your hands together.

You blinked, your heart still thudding from the kiss. The shock of it everything. When it finally hit you, you threw yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and tackling him in a hug.

“Yes!Yes!Yes!”

Your excitement dwindled slightly when you realised what it meant to be his girlfriend. The fans, the company and everything. You pulled away, softly mumbling, “But-”

He swiftly cut you off with a soft peck, “I know what you’re going to say. We’ll deal with it as it comes. Right now, you’re my girlfriend that that’s all I can wish for.”

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