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valentiwyo · 8 months

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UNTIL I FOUND YOU | WOOSAN - CHAPTER 3

genre »» childhood friends to lovers

pairing »» choi san x jung wooyoung

warning »» angst, a little bit cursing

"I came to you with my secret feelings and childhood. See, I'm grown and I'm still here, Wooyoung. I have never given up on you even though we fell out. I still love you as you are..."

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SAN'S POV

In Greek mythology, according to a tale about happiness; Gods decide to hide the happiness from humans so that it would become desireable. One of them says, "Let's hide it farthest from the heavens." The other opposes, "No, let's hide it at the depths of the ocean." But as a result of long discussions, they cannot reach a decision again. Finally, one of them comes out and states, "Let's hide it inside themselves. They won't even think of looking there."

I didn't believe in it. This belief did not suit me because my happiness built up more and more, and overflowed and returned back to a single person, to him again. I was constantly returning back to him. This was a cycle. Looking for it inside myself never crossed my mind. Why would I look for happiness in someone else, in myself, when there was Wooyoung in front of me? While my whole existence was already his, wasn't all the happiness I found in him actually a bit mine?

And from the happiness I felt now was a little far from the real happiness, but it was floating on its shores, because I wasn't quite sure what I had to feel. While Wooyoung, with one hand holding his chin, was watching me, who was on his knees and sleeping on the edge of his bed, was all that I felt a part of happiness? No, I was just afraid. I was constantly looking for happiness in someone else, because I was afraid to look inside myself.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was calm and a little husky, because he had just woken up, but if he kept talking like that, I'd fall asleep again. Everything about him was making me in comfort. But this calmness of his and the fact that he was watching me with one hand on his chin without taking his gaze off me for a moment was somehow intimidating. I kept calling Wooyoung my home, but it made me feel like it was only a matter of time before I was kicked out of my own house.

While he was the one where I felt safe the most, he was also the one who caused me to be on the brink of losing myself.

As I lifted my head, I backed slightly. I arched, averted my gaze, but in the end, I unhesitantly stared at him. "You don't remember, do you?"

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. He pulled the blanket on him and stood up, calmer than usual. He didn't want me to leave his room either, which was making me nervous. As he walked towards the small bathroom in his room, he said, "If I said something bullshit yesterday, just forget about it. I was drunk." I stood up and smirked, but it was because I started to get completely angry. Wooyoung was surprised when I approached him, and maybe for the first time in weeks I was able to catch his gesture.

"Why are you scared?"

While I kept walking up to him, his back slammed the bathroom door, "I-I am not." His stuttering caused my lip to curl aside. He thought I hadn't heard what he whispered in my ear at midnight. He was pretending that he had never made that sentence which destroyed my house and made me trapped under the debris, and maybe he was unaware of what I actually heard.

"Oh, yes, you are... You are scared to death to have told me your true feelings last night, Wooyoungie~ Haven't you already learned that I know you better than you do?" As my hand leaned against the wall, I kept staring at his face, which was slightly red. "T-true feelings?" He raised his eyebrows, then crossed his arms as he began to stand more confident. Again, he slammed the door in my face, which he himself opened.

"Nevermind, I'm bored." I pulled my hand. As he was surprised to see me give up so easily, I pulled away from him. This time it was him who didn't let me go. As he grabbed my wrist, flowers bloomed momentaryly there, then he faded them all at a single glance. "Don't leave before you're done."

"Why do you care now?"

"I've always cared, San."

I stopped and looked at him. He was far from the Wooyoung, who was just mad and yelled at me to get out for entering his room just a few weeks ago. Now he is holding my wrist, wanting me to stay a little longer and talk.

"When you said we couldn't be the same as we used to be, I thought you really didn't want to. But you do want to stay with me. There's just one thing that's stopping you. I don't understand."

As his gripping hand loosened, he licked his lips and looked down. Then he turned his back to me. As I stared at the messy hair he tied low at the back, he murmured, "I don't want to."

"You liar." I approached him. I took the advantage of the fact that his back was turned, and I leaned towards his neck. "You can't even look at me in the eyes." I whispered. As he lowered his head and took a step forward, he turned to me with a frown.

"Stop being delusional."

"You little... You are really itching for trouble, aren't you?"

"You have to take things seriously, San-ah!"

"Take things seriously?" I smirked hysterically. The habit of him not telling these actual thoughts he went through his mind and the fact that I never knew the reason for it pissed me off. I could have fallen crazily in love with him, but as time passed, my desire to punch and then kiss him reached peak just as much.

"Do you think I would have stayed away for a year and half if I didn't take you seriously? Don't you care at least a little about my feelings?"

"No, I only care about myself. Now get the fuck out of here. We are running late for school."

I didn't resist much when he pushed me backwards and directed me towards the door, because he was brushing me over again. He wanted me to take what he said seriously, but he never did mine.

ㅁ

"Maybe you need to act the way you want, not the way he wants from now on, dude."

I looked at Yeosang who was sitting across from me, sipping from his strawberry milkshake. That's right, Kang Yeosang, Wooyoung's best friend. And yes, we were close friends. I just sat down and told him I liked Wooyoung and explained the whole situation. In fact, I didn't trust him at all at first; he seemed like he wouldn't intend to hide anything from Wooyoung. But I realized that this situation was different, when I found out that everything remained only between us.

"How the hell am I going to do that? You know him well. He would kill me."

"Don't let him be the dominant side. Don't stop chasing him. Try to stay with him, San-ah. According to what you said, if he really whispered that thing in your ear while you were asleep, what he wants is for you to stay anyway."

I nodded and thought for a while. Yeosang was telling me that with the feelings I ran away from, I had to approach Wooyoung this time. It didn't sound ridiculous at all. There was nothing wrong with trying. I wanted to strive not to lose Wooyoung, the only thing I could have already lost.

With the chuckle from Yeosang, I raised my head again and looked at him. "What?"

"Nothing. Your expression is so funny. You're really nuts about him, hm?"

As I sighed out of anger and was about to oppose, I wanted to disappear when I saw Yunho and Wooyoung entering the cafe we were in and approaching our table. I was very sure that Yeosang texted Yunho and told him to bring Wooyoung here. Now I could understand from the rhythm of my heartbeat, not why I was looking for happiness in someone else, but why I found it in Wooyoung. He was the only happiness in me. It wasn't a lack of self-confidence or being looking for happiness in someone else; I already found it a long time ago. He was right in front of me, slowly walking and looking at me lazily, pulling a chair and sitting right across from me.

"I thought it was only the three of us?" He looked at Yeosang coldly, sitting with his arms crossed.

I rested my elbow against the table, raising my eyebrow. "Why? You didn't like me being here?"

"No, in fact, I did." He said, smirking playfully.

For a moment, the smile on my face disappeared, and he was smirking, having fun with the reaction of mine. He was aware of the fact that it depended on one beautiful word for him to accelerate my heartbeat. Just as I was almost angry with him in the morning enough to beat him, now sitting in front of me chatting with Yunho and smiling, I forgot everything. The cracks in my heart were tossed with a single curl on his lips and flying far away from me.

"Yes! The orders are here!"

I looked puzzled at the plates full of desserts and milkshakes placed on the table. Then I turned to Yeosang, "You just had one, idiot!"

As I was frowning, he suddenly stood up. "These are already for you both, dude. Besides, I paid. If you leave before these are finished, it would be a shame." Yeosang grabbed his coat and linked arms with Yunho and dragged him along. "Enjoy~" Yunho winked at me and then they left.

I covered my face with my palms and sighed. I was caught off guard and now Wooyoung was sitting in front of me and looking at me unbelievably. "Is this a fucking joke?" He rolled his eyes frustrated, looking down at the table. The fact that he was uncomfortable with this situation bothered me. "Why? You don't like having a date with me, Wooyoungie?" I pouted.

Wooyoung leaned back and shoved his hands in his pocket. "I don't."

I didn't believe him.

Wooyoung, whispering I miss you in my ear at night, could pretend he didn't like to be with me as much as he wanted. As he slowly began to uncover his true feelings, I had no intention of giving up on him.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #choi san #jung wooyoung #choi san x jung wooyoung #woosan #woosan au #woosan ship #woosan fluff #woosan fanfic #woosan angst #childhood friends to lovers #angst

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sanshine · 4 years

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man I can't believe I made 5????? sets today???

#4 of which are flopping ngkdnfkdnng #but that's okay I made myself a new pinned #which I'll stare at and drool over for the next century I guess #overflowing love for jung wooyoung :(#anyway I partially made my homework too soooo maybe it's chill time?#I'm gonna go download my final fantasy games and maybe play them later or never who knows it's a gamble #and gonna watch my fave streamer in the meantime #maybe get some snackies uwu :((((#what a lovely day tho #it was such a nice experience to experience this concert with y'all here tbh #felt like a bonding moment in a way yk?#I just love you all so much #ateez and atinyblr are the best things that happened to me this year #and while life has been tough lately ateez and atinyblr make it bearable #I have so much love for you all <3 #biba rants

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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CNS Spin Off - Just For Fun

Choi San x Jung Wooyoung

Word Count: 1364

Contents: angst, hurt & comfort

San bristled as Wooyoung started to climb up to his bunk. Most of their campers were on the canoe trip and the three who were left were currently out playing sports with some of the others. At the moment the two of them had the cabin to themselves. He usually tried to avoid this, avoid any chance to be left alone to talk with Wooyoung, but he didn’t realize in time. And he didn’t have any good excuses to leave.

“Wooyoung, what do you-”

San stopped as Wooyoung placed an envelope on his lap, along with a few candies. When he looked over at Wooyoung he was blushing and looking away from San.

“I got you some candies,” He mumbled. “And I wanted to- I thought writing a note could be- I thought it was easier? I guess?”

San sat up in his bed, staring at Wooyoung. Why did it boil his blood that Wooyoung was doing nice things for him? Maybe it was the fact that Wooyoung snuck out in the middle of the night last week. He didn’t ask where he was going. He didn’t need to. Even if he was trying to be nice it was clear that he either didn’t want to change or was too dense to figure out the problem in the first place.

“Writing a note is easier?” San asked coolly.

“Y-Yeah,” Wooyoung said. “I thought it m-might- uh-” He looked up suddenly to the sound of tearing. San stared at him blankly as he tore the envelope and the letter inside to pieces. He watched Wooyoung’s face twist with distress as he watched, unable to find any words. He looked as if he might cry.

San knew he should feel bad, but he had grown so numb. It felt like the only emotion he felt towards Wooyoung was anger. The only thing he wanted to feel was angry.

“You snuck out this week,” San said, dropping the pieces of paper in his lap. “I heard you. So whatever was in that letter is bullshit.”

Wooyoung’s eyes started to water as his fingers curled around the railing of the bunk. He stared at the pieces of paper, at a loss for words.

“I told you, we have nothing to talk about. You made that clear and you keep making it clear.” San pushed past him as he jumped down from his bunk. Some part of him thought he was being too mean but if Wooyoung was going to be sweet to his face and then sneak around anyway then anything was fair game.

“You clearly have no problem finding fuck toys, you certainly don’t need me.” San said bitterly as he started towards the door but felt a hand wrap around his arm. San spun back to see Wooyoung, face now streaming with tears. It shot a pang of pain through his heart for the first time in what felt like weeks.

“I-I don’t.” He said weakly. “I don’t see you like that.”

Something else was seeping into San’s emotions. He wanted to be angry, to just be angry. But he didn’t want to see Wooyoung like this. It hurt. He was hurting him.

“Don’t you?” San said. “I’m just another notch in the bedpost.”

Wooyoung shook his head, face scrunching up as he cried. “No,” he whispered.

San hated how he wanted to hug Wooyoung. That all he wanted was to comfort him. As if he had done nothing wrong. As if he was perfectly kind and clear and never led San on. As if he didn’t shower him with sweet nothings that meant nothing.

“Then what am I?!” San cried. “What do you want?! You were so sweet to me! You keep being nice to me now! But you’re still sneaking out! You don’t get to act like I didn’t walk in on you and Yeosang! You don’t get to be sad or hurt! If I meant something to you- I-If I meant a-anything- I-If I-” San couldn’t manage anymore as he started sobbing. He curled in on himself and he felt Wooyoung wrapping around him. He didn’t want it to feel safe, or loving, or caring and comforting.

But it felt like all of those things.

“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung mumbled into his hair, his voice shaky. “I’m an idiot. I know I’m an idiot. I never wanted to- I didn’t-”

Wooyoung took a breath. “I should have realized. Wh-When you walked in on- When you saw that and I saw the look on your face. I-I don’t why I didn’t figure out how you felt until then. It didn’t click a-and at the same time I ruined it.”

San couldn’t calm his sobbing despite Wooyoung’s comfort. He tried to wrap his head around it. He tried to make sense of everything Wooyoung was telling him. He knew? He knew how San felt?

“B-But you- y-you’ve been-”

“No,” Wooyoung said, shaking his head and squeezing San even harder. “I-I haven’t- I kicked Yeosang out that night. And I-I haven’t I promise.”

San pulled back, enough to look at Wooyoung, and read the utter fear on Wooyoung’s face that he might walk away. It only melted San’s own heart more.

“Y-You were sneaking out,” San said, confused. Why was he still sneaking out then?

“I-I, the candies-” He said. “I-I didn’t want to leave you with the kids a-again. It upset you the last time s-so…”

San stared at him through his tears. He was just sneaking out to get San something. So he wasn’t still sleeping around. But what did it matter? Was Wooyoung just stopping because it upset him?

“Why?” San asked.

“Wh-What?”

“Why stop, even if it upsets me? Why are you getting me gifts? Why…”

Wooyoung dropped his gaze, looking back towards the bunk a little. “Isn’t it obvious?”

San shook his head even though Wooyoung wasn’t looking. His heart was suddenly beating faster. What was Wooyoung trying to say? He broke away from him and ran back to his bunk, looking through the scraps of paper. What did the letter say? What had he torn up?

“I-I can-” San looked back as Wooyoung spoke. “I can tell you.” He mumbled.

San nodded, climbing down from the bunk and walking over to Wooyoung. He took his hands and squeezed them, Wooyoung just managed to meet his eye and San couldn’t tell if he was red from crying or if he was blushing.

“I wanted to make it up to you,” he began shakily. “I knew I hurt you.” He squeezed San’s hand while he looked him in the eye. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you and I know that doesn’t matter but I’m still so sorry. I didn’t think- W-Well I just didn’t think.”

Wooyoung took a breath. “I didn’t want to make you sad. B-But I had to think about it a little. It took me- It was- I didn’t know why I said those sweet things- O-Or why i-it was so different being with you. O-Or why it hurt so much when you were hurt. But I wanted to make it better. I wanted to make it up to you and f-fix it somehow b-because- because I…”

Wooyoung gave San a look, full of fear and anticipation, squeezing San’s hands hard. San could feel his heart swelling, a fresh set of tears coming to his eyes for an entirely different reason as all of Wooyoung’s words whirled around in his mind. Wooyoung parted his lips, taking a breath to speak again but San pulled him closer suddenly.

San crashed his lips against Wooyoung’s in a kiss. He grabbed Wooyoung's waist, pulling him close. Wooyoung shook a little as he gripped San’s shoulders, kissing him back feverishly, both of them still crying as everything they had been feeling finally overflowed, pouring into the embrace, the kiss.

San took a breath, resting his forehead against Wooyoung’s, showing no sign of letting go. “I like you, too.” He sniffled.

Wooyoung’s hands came up to his cheeks and he gave San a gentle, tender kiss that made San’s heart soar.

“I love you,” he murmured.

#cns au #camp north star au #ateez imagines #wooyoung imagines #jung wooseok imagines #san imagines #choi san imagines

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charcharfairy · 3 years

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WHY ATEEZ ARE OUTSTANDING ARTISTS AND DESERVE ALL THE SUCCESS IN THE WORLD

Right off the bat, let me just say that I love them a lot and I will try to be as brief and neutral as possible. Also, this is not a post trying to convince anyone to stan them or whatever, I was watching their performances and I felt overwhelmed with appreciation for their talent, and well, this is the only source I have to let it all out.

Music: They’re a mostly self-producing group, and they have a unique characteristic to all their songs. From title tracks to b-sides, all of it has their touch to it. It’s like their songs belong to them and no one could do justice to it, not even close. I may sound shady but it is what it is.

Rapline: Mingi and Hongjoong both have EXTRAORDINARY rap skills. The flow, their aura, the lyrics- without a doubt, form the most important and exciting parts of the song.

Vocals: If you want to know what I mean, please look up this cover by Ateez. They’re the ones who have the almighty Jongho on their team, no more explanation needed.

PERFORMANCE: Eight main dancers. The energy, the facial expressions, their stage presence- immaculate and very RARE for artists, not only in kpop but in general. They become one with the act and their immense passion overflows in the performance. The way they become absolute demons while performing, I hope people understand that the “duality” is actually very difficult thing to inculcate and is way deeper than just ‘stopping smiling’.

Kim Hongjoong: I promise I’m an OT8 stan but this man is too talented to not get his own criterion. This man can sing, rap like a king, and dance better than professionals and has the BEST STAGE PRESENCE (it is entertaining, different in every stage, and totally unique to him only) in the whole industry, and no, I will not take back that statement. Also a fashion icon, and the definition of individuality.

Choi Jongho: How can I not?? Y’all need to appreciate this man more. Heavenly honey laced voice, Ace Dancer, Super Athletic, an actor in the making (he’s the best actor in ateez fight me on this). To be honest, his voice not getting recognition would be a crime against humanity because everyone deserves to listen to it at least once, no matter how cruel they were in their lives.

I am not going to talk about visuals here, since I want to focus more on their music and performance brilliance. Either way, they still have Jung Wooyoung and Kang Yeosang, the pretty best friends carved by Gods themselves.

Overall, I know that in the end kpop is a business, and most idols have manufactured personalities. Even then, I like to believe that Ateez are genuinely good human beings who wish well for people and especially their fans.

As I’m concluding this, I feel like I did let my Atiny self shine through most of it, but that doesn’t change the fact that majority of it were my first thoughts on being introduced to Ateez. I am an adult and I’ve never rooted for any artists as much as I do for Ateez, and I truly truly hope that they get everything they want in their lives and all the success in the world.

#에이티즈 #ateez #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jung yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #kpop #kpop idols

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chaseatinydream · 3 years

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first kiss || j.wy (atz)

➵ pairing: reader x jung wooyoung (ateez)

➵ word count: 3148

➵ genre: convenience store date; confession; fluff

➵ synopsis: wooyoung just wanted cup ramen at 12:05am with a dash of seasoning “you”.

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You’re startled out of sleep by the ringing of your phone.

For a moment, you’re tempted to reach for the accursed device and hurl it at the wall, but rational thought catches you before you can do so… that phone was expensive. Sitting up groggily, you push back the messy hair falling into your eyes and glare at your alarm clock. You feel like you’ve barely slept since the night before.

And with good reason, because it’s only freaking 12:03 AM in the bloody morning.

Your phone rings again and you scowl at it, willing it to somehow magically shut up so you don’t have to get up from under the warm covers of your bed, but alas, you don’t have any telekinetic powers and are required to crawl over to it like a poor, ordinary human being.

Flipping your phone around, you almost screech in agony as the unholy brightness of the screen seems to sear your eyes and you chuck it to the side. You barely got a glimpse of the Caller ID, but a mere glance at those first few letters is enough for you to know who it is.

Only one person is close enough (and also stupid) to call you in the middle of the night without fear of violent retribution the next day.

Grumbling to yourself, one hand fumbles for the device and you press it to your ear, burying your face into the plush pillows. You want to go back to sleep.

“What is it, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung’s voice is much too cheerful for a Tuesday night, but its energy is infectious, as much as you hate to admit it. You don’t need to, he knows it already, that the longer he keeps you on the phone, the higher his chances are of you acquising to his often ridiculous requests. Knowing Wooyoung, it’s probably going to the nearest convenience store to buy ice cream in the middle of winter.

“Hey! How’s my favourite best friend in the whole world doing, Chin Hae?”

Honestly, you sometimes wonder if Wooyoung is a vampire. He never seems to sleep, living and thriving purely off a diet of caffeine and energy drinks and perhaps human blood. Maybe you should start wearing garlic the next time you see him.

“I dunno, but I’m pretty sure San is at home cuddling with Shiber in his sleep.” You reply with a completely deadpan voice, not at all amused at being woken up so early at night. Early at night? Or is it the morning? Late at night? Why are you even thinking about this?

“Aww, you know that you’re my best friend.” You can practically hear the pout on his face over the phone and let out a massive snort, rolling over on your bed to stare at the ceiling, internally letting out a massive sigh.

Best friend. A goddamn best friend is all you are to him. Stupid Jung Wooyoung and his stupid pretty eyes, stupid pretty face, stupid pretty everything. The two of you had met a couple of years back when you’d first started college, seated next to each other on the first day of school. Upon glancing upon his face, you had nearly choked. Knife like jawline, near flawless skin, adorably big eyes behind rounded minimalist glasses, you had momentarily wondered what a model was doing in your school. He could pull off silver hair without looking like an eighty year old man, for god’s sake.

Next to you, no less. You didn’t like how he was making you look like a pig just by existing.

That had already been enough for you to instinctively dislike him, so when the professor had asked for all of you to introduce yourselves to each other, you had intended to give him some silly, standoffish answer and never speak to him again. You knew it was petty, yes, but who had given him the right to look so good?

No one. That’s who.

But to your absolute shock, the young man had simply grabbed your hand and pumped it up and down enthusiastically, seemingly overflowing with too much energy to contain.

“You look like my new best friend!”

And everything had sort of… gone downhill from there.

Being Wooyoung’s best friend is somehow simultaneously one of the most beautiful and terrible things you’ve ever had to experience. He’s unbelievably kind, unlike what you had expected from such a pretty face, and possibly one of the most perfect beings to walk the surface of this earth. That’s the good part. You sometimes still can’t believe you’re friends.

The bad part is that you’re in love with him.

It’s no surprise, honestly. Who in this school isn’t in love with Jung Wooyoung? What you hate is that there are so many prettier, sweeter, nicer girls who all want a chance with your best friend, and you find yourself constantly grinding your teeth as they pass you love letters and chocolates with perfectly manicured hands, fighting the urge to throw them in the trash right before their eyes. You wish you could be half as bold as they are, but every time you so much as muster the courage to open your mouth to confess, Wooyoung’s breathless grin stops all brain activity and it just… somehow hasn’t happened for the last three months.

Swift and decisive, that’s you alright.

You scream into your pillow.

Best friend. Oooooh, you hate the sound of those words like it’s the screeching of the devil itself.

“Uhh, Chin Hae? You alright there?” Wooyoung’s voice suddenly drops in tone, a little more concerned and you’re tempted to chuck your phone out of the window while screaming obscenities to the heavens. He’s really not helping with this whole barely buried crush on him. In fact, you’re not sure how he hasn’t noticed. You’re pretty sure San already has.

But the phone. The phone is expensive.

You try your best to force a smile back on your face even though he can’t see it, raising the phone back to your ear. “I’m fine, Wooyoung. And don’t think I’ve forgotten that you woke me up. Why exactly did you call me again?”

There’s a brief pause at the other end of the line.

“Do you wanna go and grab some cup ramen?”

You actually lift the phone away from your ear to stare at the screen, as if Wooyoung would be able to see your incredulous face somehow. “Wooyoung, it’s 12.03 in the morning.”

“12:05, actually.” Wooyoung pipes up unhelpfully in a hopeful voice and you groan, rolling out of bed as you search for something appropriate to wear in this ungodly temperature, hoping that your fingers and toes won’t freeze off in the meantime. Shivering and dancing around once your feet touch what feels like an ice block under your feet, the cool marble of your bedroom floor chills you to the very bone.

“Ah, cold, cold, cold!” You yelp, scooting over to the wardrobe as fast as you can, fingers rifling through your selection of puffy coats before they still momentarily on a furry collar. You glance down at your current outfit, a lumpy, knitted sweater and fuzzy socks with reindeer print on them. Maybe you should wear something that looks better in front of Wooyoung?

“Chin Hae? Hurry up, it’s cold out here!” Wooyoung exclaims into your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts. Sighing, you shake you head as you imagine your best friend with an adorable pout on his stupid perfect face, pulling out the thickest black coat you have, one that Wooyoung gave to you a couple of months ago. Then something strikes you.

“You’re there already? Without knowing whether I’d be coming? In this weather?” You say almost incredulously as you shrug on the coat, adjusting the sleeves to fit better around your arms, the phone wedged in the space between your cheek and shoulder.

“Well, I knew you’d come!” Wooyoung says proudly, voice filled with so much surety that you’re tempted to cry for a moment. Maybe it’s just your infatuation, but everything he’s said lately has caused butterflies to flutter in your chest. You both love and hate the feeling at the same time, but it’s not like you’ve had much control over it. “I’m such an amazing friend-”

“Are you stupid?” You grumble, slipping down the hallway and grabbing your boots from the door side. Wooyoung gasps dramatically over the phone at your words.

“How dare you? I am hurt, you know. Are you questioning my mental capabilities?”

“Every single day.” You retort dryly, opening the door only to get hit by a blast of cold air right in the face. Holy shit it’s so cold you’re going to turn into an ice popsicle before you leave the house and maybe you should just go back to that warm, comfy bed-

Wooyoung’s laugh and perky voice comes over the speaker, echoing in your ears. “I’m waiting for you! Be there or be square!”

Before you can protest that he’s absolutely off his rocker for thinking that anyone in their right mind would leave the comfort of their home in this near hellish weather, the call ends and you’re left staring at your phone in wide eyed shock. His contact photo blinks back innocently at you, cheerful, bubbly smile on full display with his arms thrown around your shoulders, the two of you splattered with bright green and red paint after finishing your art project a year ago.

“I’d take being a square any day.” You mumble, then you smack yourself in the head and groan when you feel your heart melting. You’re not supposed to be this whipped for him, damnit! But you can’t find it in yourself to get angry at him in the least.

“You’re lucky I love you.” You hiss vehemently at your phone. And as you stalk towards the convenience store with murder in your eyes, you can’t help but feel like you really need to get over this stupid crush on Wooyoung before he makes you do something stupid.

When you do reach the midnight convenience store, it’s open and you step inside, glad to be free from the bite of the icy winds. It’s absolutely freezing out there, how Wooyoung can come out with the most ridiculous of plans is something you love about him, but will probably never understand.

Standing in the aisle, you wave at the lone cashier at the counter, he’s playing a game on his phone but returns your greeting, and your eyes scan the rows of snacks and bottled drinks in search of your best friend.

“You made it!”

A frightened squeak leaves your lips as you startle at the noise. Then you see Wooyoung sitting at the table near the glass wall with five cups of ramen before him, an endearing shit eating grin on his face.

You smack him in the shoulder hard as you slide into the seat next to him, grabbing your own cup from him with a pout. Wooyoung chuckles in amusement, rubbing at his arm in mock pain.

“I can’t believe you made me come all the way here for cup ramen in the middle of the night.” You tell him with a scowl on your face as you open up the lid. Steam creeps over your numb fingers and warms them up, and you grab your chopsticks to eat your ramen as fast as possible.

After that trek through all that snow, you’re ravenous.

“Hey, don’t eat so fast or-”

Shoveling the piping hot ramen into your mouth, you nearly choke on the first bite as the noodles scald your tongue. Coughing, you set the cup and chopsticks down and you can hear Wooyoung laughing hysterically at your side, his high pitched laughter bouncing off the walls of the empty store.

“Stop-” You cough again and hit Wooyoung on the arm in embarrassment. God, you should have never left the safety of your house. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Alright, alright.” He stifles his chuckles, passing you an uncapped bottle of iced coffee. Grumbling about betrayal and false friendships, you snatch it from him and down what’s left, his warm hands coming up to rub your back soothingly.

“You’re wearing those socks I bought you last Christmas. You swore you threw them out the second you unwrapped them.” Wooyoung remarks with a teasing grin and you growl at him, slapping a hand over his mouth.

“You saw nothing.” You whisper menacingly into his ear, Wooyoung’s eyes glinting with amusement as his gaze meet yours. Your heart stutters for a second.

Then he sticks out his tongue to brush your palm.

“Ew!” You yelp and yank your arm back from his face, only to find him howling with mirth. Scowling, you plop back in your seat and grumble under your breath, picking up your chopsticks.

For the next hour or so, you and Wooyoung eat cup ramen side by side and watch the snowflakes outside fall gently to the ground, covering your footprints from earlier in a blanket of soft, powdery white. Wooyoung speeds his way through the first two cups of ramen before finally slowing down on the third one, his lips adorably red and swollen from the spicy taste. The two of you talk about nothing and everything, merely enjoying the company of each other.

When the two of you step out of the convenience shop and start on the road home, the snow has stopped for the most part aside from a few stray snowflakes here and there, but it’s still freezing cold. You raise your hands to your mouth to blow on them and rub them together, shaking your head in exasperation.

“I still can’t believe you ate five whole cups on your own, Wooyoung.”

“You know me, babe.” He winks impishly at you, but then his gaze softens a little as he looks at you with a fond smile. You watch the snowflakes land in his soft grey hair and for a moment, he looks so ethereal that he really just steals your breath away.

“Don’t call me that.” You bop him on the nose and he jumps, taking your hands into his.

“You’re freezing!” He comments with a pout, puffing out hot little breaths over your fingers. You try to wipe the warm, content smile off your face before he can see it, fixing your face into a scowl.

“Of course I am, who do you think dragged me out at 12:03 in the morning to eat cup ramen?” You shake your head in exasperation as you glance at the head of silvery grey hair before you, his head rising to give you a mischievous grin.

“Alright...” He drags the word out playfully, his cheeks flush from the cold. “Where else do you want me to warm you up?”

You point to your cheeks. The sides of your face feel near frozen. “Here.”

Wooyoung ducks to the side, blowing warm air on each cold cheek. They turn red upon contact with his breath, whether it’s from the cold or embarrassment, you hope he never finds out. “Where else?”

You point to your ears. You can’t see them for yourself, but Wooyoung has always told you that they flush pink in the cold winter air. Wooyoung grins and blows on each too, and warm blood rushes there in response to his touch. “And?”

You point to your nose. “It’s cold here.”

Wooyoung’s face leans forward to meet yours and your eyes slide shut. His breath ghosts over your nose, tickling you just a little, and you can feel his lips brush against your skin ever so gently before he pulls away.

“Where else?” He hums, squeezing your hands lightly in his. There’s a distinctively teasing smile playing on his lips. You touch your own in response.

“Here.” You point at your lips. They get cold fast, and in the winter they always get chapped, which you absolutely hate-

Wooyoung’s mouth dips down to meet yours.

You don’t register it for a moment, the taste of spicy ramen lingering on your lips as you ponder the flavour. It’s faint, not quite as strong as earlier, and you mumble against his lips. “You really ate too much ramen, Wooyoung, even your mouth tastes spicy now-”

Then you freeze.

Your eyes fly open in shock at what has just happened, a sharp intake of breath passing your lips. Wooyoung looks temporarily confused for a moment, before he too, realises what he’s just done.

The two of you spring apart, both turning red as tomatoes. You gape at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, your brain short circuiting as if you’ve walked straight into a power generator.

“You kissed-”

“I kissed-”

The two of you fall into utter silence for a moment, merely staring at each other in shock. Wooyoung’s face is as red as a cherry, a rosy red blush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck, mouth sputtering out nonsensical words of its own accord. “You... I... if... kiss... become...girlfriend?”

You shriek and bolt down the path at the last word.

Your short circuited brain can’t take any more.

Wooyoung sighs as he watches you go, shaking his head under his breath. Yes, he has feelings for you. Yes, he has been crushing on you for the last six months. Yes, he has asked you out tonight to enjoy your company because he loved seeing you like that, face bare and hair thrown into a messy bun, completely and utterly real.

But he never intended on kissing you out of the blue!

“I... I just need to apologize to her tomorrow and tell her it was all a mistake.” Wooyoung runs a hand through his hair, teeth worrying his bottom lip anxiously. What if you’re too awkward to look him in the eye after this? He smacks himself in the forehead with a groan.

He’s such an idiot.

Suddenly, he hears the sound of crunching snow and blinks in confusion, raising his head. The second he does, soft, warm lips press against his too, moving so gently he feels all the air leave his lungs in one gasp.

Then all too fast, you pull away and Wooyoung only blinks at you owlishly in shock.

“Your lips were cold too!” You shout in his ears, face burning bright crimson with embarrassment. “See you tomorrow, Wooyoung!”

And then you’re running off again at top speed, nearly slipping on the snowy road and his heart leaps into his chest in a panic. But you catch your balance, slipping and sliding, before disappearing around the corner of the street.

His tongue darts out, sliding across his lips in wonderment.

His first kiss tastes like spicy ramen, iced coffee and best of all...

You.

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