. ₊˚ෆ xoxo, sincerely yours ♡₊˚ \\ Jung Wooyoung : Valentine's Special SMAU
11.0 the moment we all waited for
At the same time you clicked your phone off, wooyoung reached over to unbuckle your seatbelt before throwing his door open and slamming it shut, rattling the entirety of the car. Your heart leaped in your throat as you swallowed nervously as you watched him through the dash walk over to your side and open your door, and hold his hand out for you to take.
Staring at it like it was something foreign object as it awaited for you to. You eventually do while also feeling confused as hell by his brief change in mood. His hand remained soft as you always remembered it to be as he helped you out of his car and closed the door behind you.
He didn’t let go after that either.
Not even after you climbed the flight of stairs to your dorm and surely not after you unlocked the door with your key to go inside.
He pulled you along with him as if this was his home, and you can almost say that it was since he spent many days here after classes and was here to help you unpack move-in day back in freshman year. He was more here than he was his own dorm so it made sense that he moved around so freely.
As he brings you to your room where your makeup still sprawled all over the vanity and curlers left on the floor. A bad habit of yours whenever you were done with them, you left them on the ground to cool off on the carpet and often tripped over them after coming in from classes.
Wooyoung sits you down on your bed by your shoulders and shortly follows by sinking down in front of you, taking one of your ankles in his hands and reaches to undo the complicated knots of the string-laced heels you were wearing, pulling them apart in a rather roughly manner yet while his touch against your skin remained gentle.
Up til this point he still hasn’t said a word. Nor has he looked you in the eye. Making you begin to worry if he was actually angry at you for ghosting him.
Wooyoung has always been such an open book. When it came to his thoughts and emotions, he’s never been leery in expressing them because he believed it was better to not hold them back. Even in the times where he didn’t say anything, you liked to think that you were one in the same. Both always knew what the other was thinking and were able to gauge the other’s feelings by just observing.
But in this instance you couldn’t read him.
His gentleness in how he handled you said one thing while the aggressiveness in him when he finally got your shoes off and tossed them aside like they were a nuisance said another. You watched him as he rose back to his feet and walked behind him to your vanity, where he ripped the drawer open and fondled around until he found what he was looking for.
Not even bothering to close the drawer back, he walks to you again, specifically behind, and you feel your hair being taken off your back and the bristles of the brush begin to glide through your hair. Noting how he was being extra careful on the parts that had tangles.
You couldn’t do it anymore. The silence, that you normally wouldn’t mind if the tension wasn’t there, making your palms all sweaty and squirm in your seat. The battle of uncertainty plaguing your mind with if he did’s and if he doesn’ts.
“I’m sorry wooyoung!” You blurted out.
At the same time his movement with the brush halted and another brief silence followed before you felt him pet the back of your head with his hand.
“For what? You didn't do anything wrong.” The confusion in his voice being equally the same as the furrow between your brows as you turned around to face him.
His eyes were already on you and a frown drawn on his lips.
Causing him to look at you as if you just asked him if aluminum foil could be put in the microwave. Putting all his weight on one foot and hand on his hip,
“Why would I be mad at you, y/n?” As he tilts his head.
You shrugged nonchalantly before responding, “Because you haven’t said anything to me since we left until now and the way you just abused the fuck out of my vanity drawer tells me you are.” Twiddling with your thumbs.
Unable to deny it, he sighs loudly instead and runs his fingers through his hair before sitting down next to you and places a hand on top of yours to draw your focus to him.
“I’m not mad at you, y/n.” He made sure to look you in the eyes, hoping that his sincerity could be seen. And it was, causing an ease to wash over you and silence your turbulent thoughts.
That being out of the way, he continues on, “I’m mad about what happened tonight but more so at myself.” His jaw tightens and a vein protrudes on the side of his neck as he swallowed thickly, letting out a rough breath.
“Seeing you in the same situation as back then and getting hurt by the same people–” he paused mid sentence withsomething flickering in his eyes. He looked away from you but you caught what looked like disappointment wash over his face as he hung his head.
“I wasn't there to protect you tonight after having promised myself years ago that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you like that ever again.”
That’s then when it hit you– like a tidal wave. All those days came rushing back of when he stayed glued to your side like he was meant to be there and held your hand extra tight whenever you walked up and down the hallways, glaring at anyone who dared to look in your direction.
He was the first one to volunteer to be your partner in any project so that you wouldn’t feel ostracized when no one picked you and was your shield during dodgeball games so no one could purposefully attack you.
Which made you think one thought deeper into your already scattered thoughts. Is that why he never had a girlfriend? Nor ever went on dates for that matter despite flirting with other girls and them showing clear interest in him, but always turned them down because he felt obligated after what happened that day… in protecting you?
You had thought with the incident being fresh, he just felt on edge about leaving you alone while at school. But never did you think nor wanted him to make it his life mission to be by your side.
And just like that, the small second you felt touched by your best friend for wanting to look out for you and making sure that you felt alone, was all swept away and interchanged with nothing but guilt as you came to the conclusion of what if this whole time you were the reason why he never got to experience the world of dating…
But that wasn’t the heartbreaking part. It was when he turned back to you and you saw how his eyes were glossed over. Making everything inside you feel like it was shattering into pieces at the sight of him being this close to tears.
For as long as you’ve known him, wooyoung has never cried in front of you. Nor rarely showed him being vulnerable as he’s always been the strong one in your relationship. The shoulder to cry when you needed it. So to see him like this was entirely new to your dismay and a different side of him that you definitely wasn’t prepared to witness.
But for his sake, you quickly blinked away your own tears that tried pricking your eyes and cooing at him silently. You scooted closer to him as inhumanly possible that not even a pen could be wedged between you and took his cheeks, and cupped them in your palms. Wooyoung's lips trembled as he tried mustarding up the best smile he could as your thumbs swiped under his eyes to wipe any tears before they could fall.
Reminding him of how he’s always done with you.
“I failed you, y/n.” The pain in his voice made the ache in your chest worse.
“How could you have possibly failed me when you didn’t even know that I was there.” You spoke to him in a soft and warmly manner in hopes to ease his conscience.
Not sure how effectively it was working but taking the way he leaned into your palm as his pearl eyes stared back into yours, sparkling slightly from the warm hued light of your lamp, you could only assume that it was.
“Why weren’t you?” His tone being in the exact same manner.
The question that you fumbled through your mind all night to find the answer to but still failed to come up with one. Other than– ‘oh nothing major. Just the same girl who made my life hell back in high school, turns out she did it because she had a crush on you too hahahahahahaha crazy right?’
That would’ve been easier to say in your opinion as that quite literally was the case but knowing that so much transpired in between those lines, you knew it would require a lot of explaining than just dropping that little bit on him.
You came to yourself after realizing that you drifted away in your thoughts and wooyoung was just sitting there with a puzzled expression like he was trying to get in on whatever was going on in your head. ‘Sorry,’ you muttered bashfully and pulled away from him to create a little gap between you.
“Y/n I need you to be honest with me because as of lately I’ve been feeling like no one is telling me the truth anymore or I’m only getting bits and pieces of the puzzle.” He starts by turning his body to face you, noticing his demeanor changed too.
You gulped nervously as knowing just what he was going to ask. Wooyoung may have been a lot of things but a fool was never one of them. It was only but for so long he’d allow someone to bush something under a rug before calling them out on it.
“What happened between you and giselle back in high school? Because it seems like everytime she comes around, you start acting weird.”
That’s where he chose to start and you’re somewhat thankful as it seemed to be the only thing you had a direct answer for.
“I was never sure for the longest time.” You started by letting out a huff. “All I know is one day we were friends and everything was all good and dandy, and then next thing I know we just stopped speaking.
I couldn’t figure out if it was something that I had done or if maybe she had something personal going on at home at the time and didn’t feel comfortable in talking to me– and then bam,” smacking your hands together theatrically, “showed up to school to find out everyone was calling me a homewrecker. She included.”
Now that you were saying it out loud, it made you think back to what yuqi had told you and how it was starting to make more sense now that Giselle and the rest of their friends made the rumor up because how else was she able to jump on the hate bandwagon so quickly when it had only just started circulating that day and not even making the effort to confer with you first to see if it was true.
The signs had always been in front of you.
“You said you weren’t sure before— meaning you are now?” He inquires and you nod in response.
“You remember that day in the courtyard when I was helping you pick up the light machine?“ He nods eagerly for you to go on.
“Well after I left because—”
“Of your supposed allergies.” He raises a brow but you didn’t miss the way his lip twitched to keep himself from smirking. You shoved him as you felt a warm blush spread over your neck.
“You and I both know you don’t have allergies. But I didn't want to call you out in front of Giselle.”
“Thanks for that.” Causing him to wave his hand around like it was nothing but motioned you to continue.
“Right— so when I had left, I came back to the dorm and out of nowhere yuqi showed up-” The reaction that came from him happened so quickly and was like what you had imagined seonghwa reacted when he found out wooyoung spent $500 worth of bubbly on his card.
He shot to his feet as a scowl took over his features, “Why was she here?! And she better not have laid a single finger on you!” He glowered while pointing a finger at you as to say ‘tell me the truth right now.’
“Of course not! Or did you forget who my roommate is?”
As bubbly and free spirited Belle was, when it came to her friends and boyfriend, she became the living definition of ‘give them hell.’ If it weren’t for yuqi running out, there was no doubt in your mind that belle wouldn’t have ripped her head off.
“And she was actually here about Giselle. In a nutshell, she told me—” you paused mid sentence, suddenly becoming afraid to say the next part.
After everything she put you through, you still couldn’t figure out why you held such regard for her feelings towards him. On one hand you thought it was maybe because you felt they were still valid as much as you didn’t want to care or if it was because you were worried what this would mean for their friendship moving forward.
To let it be ruined over something as stupid as a rumor that happened years ago, you didn’t want to be the one responsible for that.
Especially when you had already let it go.
“Earth to y/n,” he snapped his fingers in face to bring you back from your thoughts. “What did she say?”
Looking up at him, you saw how his eyes were pleading, desperate to get the truth. But what if it hurt him?
“Wooyoung, you have to promise me something first,” you reached out for his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze, “I won’t tell you how to feel but promise me that when I tell you, you will come to your own conclusion and not make a rash decision over something that happened years ago.”
“What did she say?” He enunciated each word slowly, sending a chill down your spine.
Taking a deep breath, “she told me that the rumor was fake, that her, Giselle, and their other friends made it all up because they wanted to make me look bad in front of you.”
You watched as his face contorted with confusion, “In front of me—why?”
“Giselle had a crush on you, Wooyoung. And to my understanding, still does. Back then she thought I knew about it when I didn’t and accused me of it to her friends. So I guess what they were trying to accomplish that by telling everyone I was a homewrecker, that you would be disgusted by me and stop being my friend.”
As you finished, you felt as his hands slipped from yours, causing butterflies to then erupted in your stomach, and not the good kind. He was quiet for a while, while staring off at something behind you before finally coming through,
“You mean to tell me the reason you got bullied back then was because she liked me?...”
He lets out a laugh of disbelief before doubling over on himself like you had just told him the funniest thing. That was far from the reaction you were expecting him to have as you stared at him like he was some mad man, watching his movements as he stood back to his full height, wiping a tear from his eye.
And that’s then when you saw it.
Something darker, nearly turning his already dark eyes to pure black– he was heated.
“Wanna know something funny? San actually told me the same thing a few days ago. And honestly I didn’t want to believe it at first. Not because I thought he would ever lie to me but because I was finding it hard to believe that someone who was supposed to be your best friend would do something like that to you.
And the fucking cherry on top being because she liked me.” He scoffed another laugh and turned away to walk towards the door.
Something in you panicked, causing you to leap up to stop him from taking another step. Hand on his forearm, “wooyoung wait—”
In a blink of an eye, wooyoung did some kind of move that abled him to slip himself easily from your grasp and instead maneuvered you around him so that your back was now pressed against your room door as he towered over you and leaned in closer.
“What did you mean by not making a rash decision?” His breath fanned against your cheek, sending yet another chill down your spine.
“I just meant that I didn’t want you to think that by me telling you, that I was trying to turn you against her and to not be rash in letting this ruin anything between you.”
A frown then settles on his lips, making you feel bad for being the one who caused it.
“How can you make me promise something like that? Do you have any idea how it feel that day to watch you get ganged up— how it fucking tore me apart to see you cry like that.” His hand raises to your cheek and gently swipes over it with his thumb as if the tears from back then were still there.
“I will never forgive something so disgusting and so inhuman.” He grits through his teeth and raises his other hand to join your other cheek.
“You didn’t deserve that.” He murmurs before leaning and rests his forehead against yours.
This felt nice despite the vulnerability surrounding it. His warmth wrapped around you, feeling like a giant hug, causing you to hum with content.
Standing like this with him made you forget about everything; from the party and the events that led up to it. His presence always had that effect on you and you couldn’t be more thankful for how he’s been there for you throughout the years.
Feeling him then as he pulled back just a tad, you watched as his eyes flickered down to your lips, causing your heart to race behind your chest as he slowed began to lean in.
Hearing the girls' voices in the back of your head from all the conversations you had about this moment, you knew you couldn’t let him do this as bad as you wanted to kiss him too. Not before finding out what you meant to him first.
Your hand reached towards his chest, stopping him from leaning in any closer. The look on his face was a mixture of embarrassment and sadness flashing in his eyes. ‘Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.’ He murmurs and pulls away from you entirely, taking him warmth with him.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to, wooyoung. I just think it’s best we talk about us first and not act upon this out of impulse because we’re in a sensitive moment.” You stated truthfully while tilting your head to meet his eyes again.
Wooyoung stares at you for a while before he once again steps closer to you, taking your hands in his and raising them just below his chin.
“The only thing that you need to know in this moment is that I have been crazy about you since that first day I sat next to you in 7th grade.
The way your eyes shined with so much purity when you lent me that sparkly pink pencil and it made my heart swell when you let me keep it though it was your last one.
How safe you made me feel when I was getting bullied at the time and all you had to do was simply hold my hand to calm my fears. To this day I still find it so cute and how it was so brave of you to get all mouthy with the bullies despite knowing how scared shitless you were.
How it still feels like cartwheels in my stomach whenever you give me the best advice known to mankind and then follow it with telling me you love. Whether you mean it romantically or not, it still manages to make me blush like an idiot.
And seeing you get hurt for the first time awakened something in me so passionately that I was ready to throw my life on the line and fight to protect the very thing that was becoming more and more precious to me by the day.
And if you’re still having a hard time processing what any of this means to me, I’ll put it into simpler terms by saying I love you. I always have and I always will.”
By the time he finishes, you were in full blown tears. Hot as they burned your eyes, you bit your lip to stop them from trembling but to no avail. You were beyond touched, hearing the same man who you shared the exact same feelings for, say that he loved you too.
Desperately you wanted to let him know of all the ways that made you love him too. How you felt those exact same “cartwheels” when he called you things like pretty girl. How your heart too nearly burst with bliss when he treated you like you were the only girl in his world. And that’s when you realized that you had him all wrong.
He never had a girlfriend not because he wasn’t capable but because his heart had already belonged to you before you even knew it. And unknown to him, he had yours long ago too.
You can only let out a choked laugh and think how funny it was the way the universe worked everything out and destined you to be together from the very start.
“I love you too Wooyoung.” Was all you could say before you leaned up on your toes to finally kiss him.
He responded almost like it was second nature. Pillowy lips molding perfectly with yours that it sent sparks flying everywhere within your being. Kissing him was far from what you could ever imagine. The way he held you by the hips and pulled you flushed against his body as he titled his head to deepen the kiss felt so entrancing that you couldn’t get enough.
You moaned while wrapping your own arms around his shoulders, hoping that he could interpret through your actions how long you waited for this. Never having a boyfriend yourself because you chose him. And if you could go back in time, you do so again without hesitation.
And just like that, your stupid mind had to go ruining this moment for you, feeling an uncomfortable churn in your stomach as you pulled back abruptly.
You took a moment before finally saying, “Giselle.”
Wooyoung scoffed and leaned back in to start kissing the corner of your mouth, going down to your jaw.
“How can you even think about her when I finally have you like this?” He murmurs against your skin, making you roll your eyes playfully.
He’s right though. You shouldn’t be thinking about her and rather enjoying this moment but you still were.
“She still has feelings for you too Wooyoung. I think it’s only fair that before we move forward that you give her some kind of closure.”
He sucks in a breath and withdraws himself from your neck to look between your eyes for any signs of wavering. But there weren’t any.
“Is that really what you want?” He asks to be clear and you nod to show him that you were sure.
“Besides,” sultry suddenly crept in your tone as your fingers began to play with his long locs, “if you’re gonna be my man, can’t have her thinking she still has a chance with you.”
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles richly and leaned back in to press his lips on yours.
pairing jung wooyoung x fem reader
Genre smau! f2lvrs w crack, drama, slow burning??? mid cursing
Synopsis "Finally confessing your feelings the guy you've had a crush on since middle school. Only one problem... your ex best friend has a crush on him too. In the end, who gets the guy??"
written by yeorisanaxox. No reposting or translations. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated] ✨
