you only said it once. just once. in passing, nothing much of it. you were just making conversation. that was all.

one late night, leaning against the railing of his apartment’s balcony — that he later transferred to your name so you had a piece of him for when he was gone — your breath fogging in the cold.

haejo stood beside you, looking over at the night view, half-listening, half-lost in whatever faraway thought that always seemed to occupy his mind.

“my birthday is in august.” you said offhandedly. “sixteenth, to be exact. i like it because it’s an even number.”

he didn’t reply — just softly blinked at the stars and took another bite of the pastry that you had picked for him from your favorite café. you didn’t expect him to reply either — it was just something you said to fill the silence.

plus, it didn’t really matter. haejo never stayed long enough to remember the little things like that.

so when you woke up to an empty apartment the next morning, you told yourself it was fine. you did expect it after all, didn’t you? it was expected of him to leave without a proper goodbye — he was the type to have a quiet exit rather than a flashy entrance anyway.

you moved on — not from him, just in life, in general. you thought of him every now and then, dropped a text or two only to be left on seen.

that was it, you thought. until august came by.

you walked out of the apartment, intending to take a walk to just acknowledge your birthday, when you saw it; a paper bag with a coffee cup on the side.

the coffee — your favorite order, the very same one that you had always gotten ever since you first met him. inside the paper bag, wrapped in brown wax paper, was a pastry from your favorite café — probably the café’s daily special.

along with the pastry was a small keychain with a fluffy little charm hanging on it — a character that you said you liked in passing. and on the coffee cup was a sticky note, his handwriting scribbled onto it.

“happy birthday, sweet girl. thought i forgot, huh? — hj.”

you forgot about your walk altogether, walking back into the apartment with the things and staring at them for the longest time. much longer than you should have.

because just like that, haejo had taken residence in your mind again — not that he ever left, but he was there; soft yet strong, but permanent.

you figured it was a lucky break. a fluke. a one-time thing. but when next august came by, it happened again. a cup of coffee, a pastry, a keychain, and a note.

this time, it was another character on the keychain, and it warmed your heart. even though you rarely received a response, you kept texting his number, updating him about your life, and seeing the things you received, you knew he had been reading them.

your changed coffee order, your favorite pastry, and the little character keychain from the show you had been bingeing recently — he had read everything you sent him.

“i still remember, sweet girl. happy birthday. — hj.”

and when september came by, you got another package at your door. the little gifts weren’t an annual thing anymore; it was monthly. and this time, it was a pressed flower keychain because you had said you liked looking at flowers recently.

in october, you received a sweet tea because you said you were trying to quit coffee. november was a little cat charm because you told him about the little kitten you had adopted.

month after month, without fail, there was always a little package from the someone who never stayed close, yet somehow it seemed like he couldn’t stay apart either.

you never questioned it; you never had to.

because every month, as you stood at your door, looking down at the coffee, pastry, keychain, and note, your heart was full of everything haejo never said out loud but felt deeply.

🐯 you already know this babygirl can't keep things to himself for too long

🐯 this man absolutely tries to play it cool, but he sucks at hiding things for too long

🐯 his expressions? way too honest. his tone? too obvious. his “casual” questions? suspiciously specific

🐯 he pulls the classic “so i have this friend…” move and pretends like he's asking about someone else’s love life. but every detail he gives about this “friend” lines up exactly with his own situation

🐯 “yeah so… he really likes this girl but, like, they’ve been close for a while and he doesn’t wanna ruin anything…” 👀 constantly watching your face for reactions like he’s waiting for a verdict

🐯 he teases you so much more than usual. you’ll think he’s just being woojin, until he suddenly says something that feels too soft to be a joke and then immediately changes the subject

🐯 he gets so defensive if you say anything remotely negative about relationships

🐯 “dating is such a mess, honestly.” “what?! nah, i mean—some people are just really good at it. you probably just haven’t met the right guy—i mean—some people are actually really thoughtful and loyal and … like, surprisingly gentle?!”

🐯 cue awkward coughing fit

🐯 despite being confident and playful, he’s low-key a slow-burn guy when it comes to serious feelings. he wouldn’t rush into confessing, especially if your friendship means a lot to him

🐯 that doesn’t stop him from showing up with snacks when you’re stressed, remembering tiny details about your day, or randomly texting you something funny just to make sure you’re smiling. he shows that he likes you long before he says it

🐯 the second he thinks someone else might like you? he's suddenly extra present. not jealous exactly … but definitely hovering. casually. obviously.

🐯 if someone else teases him about liking you, he’ll laugh it off way too hard. like, too hard.

🐯 “what?! me?! pfft. as if! haha. who said that?? that’s crazy! wild. that’s—that’s so random—haha, anyway, what did you eat today?”

🐯 at night, though, it’s a completely different story as he lies in bed staring at the ceiling, a million thoughts running through his mind

🐯 “okay but what if she does like me back? what if she doesn't? should i just say it? no. wait. maybe … tomorrow. i’ll do it tomorrow.”

🐼 this cutie patootie is the type to fall slowly, steadily, and all at once — and then spends weeks analyzing his own feelings just to be sure

🐼 not because he’s unsure of you, but because he wants to approach it right

🐼 once he realizes he likes you, he immediately starts noticing every detail about you

🐼 from how your mood shifts depending on the day to the way you talk about love to how you react when someone else flirts with you

🐼 he’s basically doing emotional recon with a soft heart

🐼 he pays attention to your response and behavioral patterns — not in a calculated way, but because he wants to know if you want him to step closer

🐼 he's literally playing everything so theoretically because he probably has zero practical experience

🐼 and woojin definitely has to deal with all these theories of his

🐼 “she smiled when i said i’d walk her home, but she looked away when i brought up dating…”

🐼 gunwoo collects moments like puzzle pieces, trying to see the bigger picture

🐼 he's not the type to confess out of nowhere

🐼 he wants to be sure you're comfortable first

🐼 if he even senses a hint of hesitation from you, he’ll back off without making you feel awkward

🐼 like woojin, just because he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t mean he isn’t showing it

🐼 he’ll carry your bag if it looks heavy. he’ll walk on the side closest to the road. he’ll stand between you and the crowd

🐼 these quiet, consistent acts of care? that’s him screaming “i like you” in gunwoo language

🐼 he doesn’t flirt—not obviously anyway—but when he teases you, it’s so gentle, it almost feels like a sentence wrapped in a hug

🐼 “you always forget your umbrella. good thing i brought an extra.”

🐼 and when you ask him why? “because you always forget.”

🐼 he tries so hard to play it cool when you get close, but he absolutely has moments where his ears turn red, or he clears his throat just to steady himself

🐼 if anyone else talks about liking you, he listens. carefully. quietly. but later that night, he’ll be lying in bed, replaying every moment with a new filter

🐼 “would she be happier with someone else?” “would it change things between us if she knew?” “do i make her feel safe? … i hope i do.”

🐼 he may not be the first to speak up, but if he ever does confess, it’ll come after he's completely sure it won’t hurt you

🐼 his feelings are real, and he won’t treat them—or you—lightly

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“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

you cursed lowly, breath hitching in your chest as your gaze met the pretty brown eyes of the man who dumped you after almost five years of dating.

hae-jo’s eyes widened as they fell on you, not having expected in a million years that you were the bride he was commissioned to kidnap from your own wedding.

you cursed your sister in your head, knowing she was the one who insisted on handling everything, assuring you she’d get you out of marrying a guy your father had chosen for you.

“are you just gonna stand there?” hae-jo tried to remain nonchalant, not wanting to show that the sight of you in a beautiful wedding dress was doing things to his heart, even though it had been three years since you guys broke up. “or are you going to get inside the car?”

i’ll just get in the car and get away from the wedding. you told yourself, trying not to focus on the fact that your ex-boyfriend was the one assisting you in running away from your own wedding. i’ll figure the rest out later.

you got into his car, the blue jeep you were overly familiar with, without another word, clicking the seatbelt into place as you closed your eyes momentarily.

hae-jo kept glancing at you as he drove away from the wedding venue, unable to tear his gaze away. how was it that you still looked so beautiful even after three years? the drive was a long one, and he wondered if he should make conversation.

“you look beautiful, y/n.” he confessed softly, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop himself. “it’s a shame you won’t get married in that dress.”

you sighed quietly, your mind whirling with various thoughts. one moment he was nonchalant, and the next moment he was soft — it never failed to give you whiplash.

hae-jo knew why you were quiet, yet he still couldn’t stop himself from asking the questions that entered his mind. “why are you running away from your own wedding? i heard the guy’s rich. is he not your type?” he blabbered, his gaze shifting between you and the road.

“i’m not gonna marry some guy just because he’s rich, hae-jo.” the way you said his name was enough of an indication that he messed up. “i’m not some gold digger.”

“no, no. i didn’t mean it like that.” hae-jo intervened quickly, wincing as he realized you misunderstood him. “you know i didn’t, y/n. i know you aren’t like that. i just … i don’t know. i thought you’d have settled down by now. that’s all.”

you sighed softly, looking out of the window. “the guy i wanted to settle down with dumped me. what was i supposed to do then?” you blurted, never the one to keep your thoughts to yourself.

it was one of hae-jo's favorite traits about you; your honest bluntness.

“seriously? you never moved on? is that what you are saying?” hae-jo found himself stopping the car on the side of the road once they were far enough, turning to look at you. “you deserved better, y/n. you deserved better than me.”

 “i didn’t want better, hae-jo.” you met his gaze hesitantly, your heart beating faster when you looked into his eyes. “i wanted you.”

hae-jo felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs at your blunt confession. he couldn’t help but resonate with your words, feeling the same. he hadn’t moved on either, stuck on you even if it had been years since you two had broken up.

“do you, uh…” hae-jo spoke up quietly, averting his gaze from her nervously. “do you still, maybe perhaps, want me?”

you froze, blinking. you hadn’t heard him properly, right? there was no way that he was going to ask you to get back with him, right? you couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited, although you also felt a bit frustrated — after all, he was the one who left first.

you stared at him for a few moments. “do you really mean that?” you responded, your voice wavering slightly.

hae-jo contemplated his words before he nodded. it was a lot to think about, but as he saw you, no problem seemed too big to overcome. he knew he could get through anything if he had you by his side.

“yeah, i do. i want to start over again. with you.” he uttered with a soft yet confident smile. “what say, shall we start over again, y/n?”

you met his gaze, smiling as you listened to his words. starting over again. that sounded nice. as messy as it was, you figured that running away from your wedding day just to get back together with your ex-boyfriend might just be the change you needed in your life.

“i’d like that very much, hae-jo. i’d like to start over again too. with you.”

“baby, i’m home! i’m sorry i was late. gunwoo was hungry, so we went–”

woojin’s words fizzled out, a string of curses leaving his lips ever-so-softly as his gaze landed on the dining table.

his favorite foods were prettily plated, practically covering the table with how much food there was.

the cinnamon-scented candles he loved were lit across the room, making his heart melt because he knew how much you didn’t like them but still used them for him.

the curses only continued when his eyes fell on you, seeing the way you had fallen asleep while waiting for him.

you wore one of his hoodies over the red dress he bought for you, having opted for comfort to huddle on the sofa while you waited for his arrival.

his heart fell as he saw the tear stains on your face, realising you had cried. i’m fucking stupid. what have i done? he wondered as he looked at you, not knowing what to do.

broken between waking you up and carrying you to bed, woojin chose the former, not wanting you to go to bed without eating anything.

“y/n, my love...” he softly called, pulling you out of your drowsy state. “hey–”

your gaze set into a glare as you saw your boyfriend, shaking his hand off you.

your attempt to hide away in your room failed when woojin held onto your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“let me go.” your voice was barely audible, afraid it’d crack if you were to yell. “i want to be alone right now, woojin.”

“i-i know i messed up, babe.” he sighed, dragging his hands over his face. “i’m really sorry, and i promise i’ll make it up to you. let’s have dinner and talk, okay? please–”

you pulled your hand away from his grasp, twisting it free. “i’m tired of your apologies, woojin. every single time, it’s the same story. you forget, you apologise, and you expect me to forgive you,” you cried, the tears running down your face.

woojin stayed quiet, not knowing how to make things right. it was true. he was always forgetful of things, and it affected your relationship at times. he took a deep breath, seeing the way you cried harder at his silence.

“i went to my graduation alone. i went to your aunt’s restaurant's opening alone. you stood me up on our dates several times. it was just me doing things couples do for half of our relationship, and i never said anything!”

“y/n, truly, i am–”

“don't say you are sorry if you don't mean it, woojin.” you shook your head. “because if you really cared, you would've remembered that today was our three-year anniversary.”

you wiped away your tears, taking a deep breath before turning on your heel. you walked to your room, shutting the door behind you so you could break down in peace.

woojin sat outside, leaning against the door. he felt his heart break as he heard your pained sobs, realizing he fucked up majorly this time around.

even though he knew he didn't deserve someone as caring and patient as you, hong woojin wasn't going to stop until he did everything in his power to gain your trust back again.

“jagiya, seriously. it’s nothing. don’t worry about it, okay? i’m fine.”

gunwoo assured, knowing he was going to have a hard time convincing you with his words as he saw your frown.

you crossed your arms over your chest, taking a deep breath. “it’s not boxing season, woo. bruises i can brush off, but those cuts i cannot. what’s going on?” you asked, trying your best not to raise your voice.

“don’t worry about it, really, jagiya. please.”

“fine. if you won’t answer my questions, then i won’t ask any.”

gunwoo’s brows furrowed, skeptical of your sudden change in response. he waited for you to continue, but you simply walked away, leaving him even more confused.

he didn’t want to leave you in the dark like this. he really didn’t.

but when president choi made him promise not to tell you anything, especially considering you were his granddaughter, gunwoo really had no choice but to keep quiet about his work.

as he stood in the middle of the room, occupied by his thoughts, gunwoo was pulled out of his trance when you walked out of your room, pulling along with you a suitcase.

“jagiya, what’s this?” his voice was an octave lower, brows raised as he looked between you and your luggage. “you aren’t really leaving, are you?”

you kept quiet, not even having the courage to look at his face. you knew you’d crumble down into tears the second you saw his face, and it’d definitely result in both of you crying.

“y/n … please. talk to me.”

“if you aren’t answering my questions, kim gunwoo-ssi,” you stated, making him wince at how you used his full name. “i don’t think i’d have to answer yours either.”

gunwoo watched you walk out of your shared apartment, tears filling his eyes as he fisted his hands by his side.

he wanted to run after you; he wanted to tell you the truth; he wanted you to stay.

but the reason he was hiding everything from you was for your own safety. he promised your grandfather he’d keep you safe no matter what.

and if keeping you safe meant letting you go, kim gunwoo would do so — even if it resulted in the two of you getting heartbroken in the process.

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

🐯 ok so this babygirl is a softie at heart and can get very jealous at time

🐯 his love language is physical touch, so you best bet he’s always got his hands on you in some manner whenever you are together

🐯 aka only an idiot would try to flirt with you bc you two are clearly a couple

🐯 woojin is also protective over you (honestly, that could also be his love language bc he is protective over his loved ones as well)

🐯 he’s not possessive, i’d say — just overly protective at times

🐯 so you best bet the second he sees a man approach you, he’s swimming mountains and climbing oceans to make sure he’s by your side with his hand on your waist

🐯 woojin has a ton of facial expressions too, so if he was ever jealous of smth you were doing, i doubt he’d be able to hide it

🐯 one look at his face and yk exactly what the man is going through

🐯 even tho he isn't exactly vocal about being jealous, you can tell as soon as you look at him and will make all the effort to assure him

🐯 if he's jealous bc you are socializing with other people, you'll immediately make him the topic of conversation so that he's included

🐯 plus, it's a discreet way to introduce him to everyone as your partner

🐯 that is if they hadn't already noticed his hand placement on your waist

🐯 he absolutely adores how you do little things like that to assure him and always tries to keep his jealousy at bay

🐯 but every once in a while, there'll be someone who is testing his limits

🐯 “the lion, the witch, and the audacity of that bitch! why tf was he still tryna flirt with you when i was right there?!”

🐼 gunwoo is such a soft-spoken man

🐼 even if he’s jealous, he wouldn’t speak up on it

🐼 but also, it’s very rare that he gets jealous since he trusts you very much

🐼 and although he trusts you, that doesn’t mean he trusts other people

🐼 esp the men who are very much so trying to throw a line at you

🐼 he’s all for you being your own person and socializing (if that’s your thing) bc he wouldn’t want to hold you back for being your extroverted self just bc he’s an introvert

🐼 and being an introvert means being observant, which gunwoo definitely is

🐼 he’d let you mingle on your own but the second he sees you getting uncomfortable from unsolicited interaction with other men, he’s by your side in a heartbeat

🐼 no matter wherever you go in a room, gunwoo always has his eyes on you

🐼 so yk the second some man is trying to flirt with you, your boyfriend is gonna be by your side within the next minute

🐼 when it comes to jealousy, he isn’t really possessive bc he talks things out

🐼 if smth is bothering him and you don’t notice initially, he’ll give his feelings some time to marinate (just to see if he’s overreacting) before talking to you

🐼 he is very vocal with you regarding everything so the moment he feels like there’s smth that’s coming in the way of your relationship, he’ll speak out

🐼 knows very well that you are his safe space, and you won’t judge him for anything

🐼 honestly, don’t you just wanna put his man in your pocket ??? 😭

omg woojin is so babygirl like it's not so obvious but if you think about it, it is very much present (tell me i am wrong, like actually, tell me)

bro has an "oppa complex" tho so you can best bet he tried to be all manly and macho when you two first met

but all those walls crumbled down when you two got close, and woojin found you just so comfortable to be himself and you'd embrace it with wide arms

there's never a dull moment with him; he's always cracking jokes, telling you some story that'll have you two occupied for hours

if you are someone who listens, woojin wouldn't mind your lack of words, speaking on your behalf as well as he'd recount his day's activities with you

but if you are just as talkative, he is also a great listener, reacting well to every single thing you have to say which makes you happy

manz has every single expression known to mankind so conversations are never bland with him

even if you don't exchange any words, an entire conversation could be held just with woojin's facial expressions

gunwoo absolutely adores you bc now he doesn’t have to deal with his hyung’s talkative ass and has someone who will (very much gladly) take care of him

initially, for your dates, woojin would take you to renowned and expensive places bc he really likes you and hope you are impressed by everything

but later on, after he truly gets to know you, he knows you’ll be just as happy if he were to take you to his aunt's little food shop

he is very super-duper protective of you as well — so protective to the point it can get a tad bit annoying

woojin truly loves you and initially tried to hide whatever happened at “work” just so you wouldn't be put into any danger by association with him

but when he got badly injured that one time (iykyk) gunwoo called you bc he was scared and briefed you on everything that was going on in their lives

after that, you’d join their little gang, knowing well that if anything were to happen this time around, you were there to protect woojin

gunwoo would be the most excited when you ‘asked’ to join them (fun fact: there was no asking, you pretty much told them you were working with them)

he’d genuinely be happy to have you around bc he knows that even if he won’t be able to, at least you’ll be there to protect woojin as much as woojin is there to protect you guys

like i said before, woojin is full of energy and passion and you are the perfect counterbalance for him — you are the ice to his fire, the moon to his sun, the black cat to his golden retriever

all in all, you two are definitely the most powering power couple out there

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

it was halloween, and considering you were too old to go trick-or-treating, you got into the halloween spirit by watching scary movies. 

and well, maybe it was your fault for watching a movie with a creepy doll in it. 

because now, here you were, hugging your pillow as you dialed your best friend's number in hopes he'd come to your rescue.

"on a scale of 'i will be fine; i won't die' to 'i'd piss my pants if i saw the doll in front of me', how scared are you?"

"a solid 'i'd drop dead if i saw my shadow' kinda scared."

woojin simply laughed in response, already standing outside your door. when he got to know you had no plans for halloween, he knew exactly how it was going to end.

and well, you being terrified of a movie you picked out to watch on your own will was exactly what he guessed — that's how well he knew you.

"okay, loser. just open the door and let me in so i can protect you from any spooky dolls."

it was safe to say woojin made you feel safe — despite taunting you about your bad choices of watching a horror movie by yourself.

"well, asshat, if you watched the movie," you paused, taking a deep breath as you narrowed your brows. "you'd feel just as terrified as me."

woojin rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. "and what's so terrifying about this doll?" he sighed. "are her eyebrows not on fleek or something?"

you huffed, looking up a clip of the doll in the movie you just watched to prove your point. 

"if you saw a movie about an idiot woman making a robot ai doll thingy who looks and dances like that, you'd never be able to sleep again either."

"okay, point taken. she's hella creepy." woojin's brows furrowed as he rewatched the clip, grimacing whenever the creepy ai was shown.

the two of you sat on the couch in your apartment, binge-watching some random animated show in hopes you'd forget what you just watched.

everything seemed peaceful until a loud thud startled you, followed by a high-pitched shriek. your eyes widened as you looked at woojin, unable to believe he was the one who screamed.

you raised your brows in question. "what the heck happened to 'i can protect you from any spooky dolls', huh?" you quipped teasingly.

"i'm not ashamed to admit it, y/n. if that ai doll shit comes in front of us now, you will have to fend for yourself."

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

you told your daughter, knowing very well how your husband would react to the news.

so much for keeping it a secret. you mentally slapped yourself, seeing the aforementioned male standing near the doorway, looking at you skeptically.

hong woojin tilted his head in confusion, unwilling to believe his wife and daughter were actually hiding something from him.

“don’t tell me what?” he asked, immediately turning towards your daughter when you didn’t answer. “what is it, misun-ah?” the smile on his face brightened, and you bit your lip, knowing it was a tactic to get the news out of your child.

deceive her into thinking you are not mad, and then get to know everything.

and of course, the young child took very much after her father, and wasn’t the type to keep things to herself — especially when she had a hard time controlling her expressions and lying.

“a boy kissed me at school today,” she blurted, unaware of the storm she created. “during our break-time.”

woojin’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open, staring in disbelief at you and his daughter.

“i’m sorry? what now?” he scooted closer, crouching near the child as you did. “did i hear that right?” you nodded as he looked towards you, snapping him out of his trance.

“a boy …” misun spoke slowly this time, genuinely believing her father didn’t hear her. “… kissed me … at school.” you sat on the floor, ready to enjoy the show.

“kissed you? where did he kiss you?”

“everywhere.”

“every … where?” woojin’s brows were furrowed, repeating the words he heard multiple times in his head to make sense of it. “where is everywhere?” he had a hard time believing his daughter was kissed at school.

but then again, he also thought about how misun was his daughter and that it was inevitable which such a face that she — but how could this unnamed boy try to steal his beloved misun using kisses?!

“like …” misun trailed off, gesturing to her entire face. “everywhere.”

woojin stood up from his place, turning as he grabbed his keys that were lying around.

“okay, then. let’s go meet him.” he had the most solemn look on his face, and for a second, even you panicked, thinking he’d actually drive to your daughter’s playschool.

“woojin, please don’t–”

“no, no, we must go see him. he needs to know the father of the girl he kissed.” misun looked terrified at her father’s behavior, turning towards you for help. “he needs to know your father is a really good boxer, misun-ah. should we take uncle gunwoo with us too?” 

you sat there speechless, covering your face with your hands as you contemplated the life choices you made to get married to him.

“stop it, woojin!” you held your daughter close, covering her, so she didn’t have to see the extravagantly exaggerated expressions he did. “you are scaring her with your overreacting,” you complained, pursing your lips as he frowned.

the male took a deep breath as he held out his hands for his daughter to hold. “did you kiss him back, misun-ah? you didn’t, right?” he inquired, causing your mouth to fall open as your eyes widened. 

misun had the same expression as you — except hers was more of disgust while you were shocked. “of course, i didn’t! ew, boys are gross. yuck!” she shuddered, bringing the biggest smile onto woojin’s face.

“yes! boys are gross! totally yuck!” he smiled as he spoke, playing with your daughter’s hands. “never kiss them, okay? at least until you are older.” 

the last few words were under a whisper barely audible.

you held misun’s face, giving her a little smile. “yep, and the yuckiest one of them all is your father.” you and your daughter laughed at the joke you made, especially with the ‘hmph’ you got out of woojin.

“now go change so we can go to the park!” you hurried your daughter, smiling fondly as she ran to her room before turning to look at the grumpy male beside you.

“me? the yuckiest one? really?”

“you said it yourself; boys are yucky.”

woojin cracked a smile, chuckling as he stared at you. “i never thought i’d have to worry about misun kissing anyone at such a young age. kids move so fast these days.” he shook his head. 

“kissing has always been normal, jagiya.” you teasingly patted his head. “even kindergartners back in my days did.” you hid your laugh as woojin furrowed his brows, twice as confused as he was before.

“well, i might’ve been doing all this wrong since kindergarten then.”

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

“hey, hey, hey! look, it’s my favorite best friend’s sister!”

it was almost two weeks of hong woojin visiting you whenever he could to brighten up your day and fill in for your brother.

ever since your brother, kim gunwoo, left for his tournaments, you were a mess. and woojin knew that — which was why he volunteered to check on you every so often before his best friend could even ask the favor.

woojin could never admit it to gunwoo, but the truth was, he had a crush on you — and just couldn’t bear to see you so sad. but little by little, with his visits, he brought a smile to your face.

and little by little, you started falling for your brother’s best friend.

you never really meant to, but with woojin being so caring, there was no way you could stop yourself from liking him. sure, he was your brother’s best friend, and if your brother found out, he’d probably not like it, but that problem would never arise.

because you were so damn sure nothing would ever happen between you two.

“gunwoo said you cried during your video call with him earlier.” woojin sat next to you, his voice soft. “you know, we can talk about it. it’ll just be between us, i promise.”

this was exactly why you kept falling for your brother’s best friend; he was an absolute gem.

“when we were together, gunwoo would nag me every day, but now it’s not as often,” you muttered. “weirdly enough, i miss it.”

“well, i mean, i can always nag you. you know, just consider me your big brother. i’m your brother’s best friend anyway, right?” woojin bit his lip, regretting his choice of words as soon as they left his lips.

“there’s no need for that, woojin.” you scoffed, shaking your head. “i have no intention of considering you as my brother.”

the male raised his brows, surprised by your response. “oh? then what do you want to consider me as? your boyfriend?” he playfully responded, leaning closer to your face as he grinned.

“w-what? no, i–”

“your husband?!” woojin enjoyed the way the heat rushed to your cheeks, feeling his heart flutter when you pouted at him. “woah, i didn’t think you’d have such long-term plans with me.”

you chuckled, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine. “of course, i planned for the long term, hong woojin.” you leant closer, your smile never fading. “i also came up with baby names. wanna hear?” you quipped.

the seriousness in your voice paired with the proximity of your faces was too much for woojin, causing him to choke on air as you laughed, satisfied with the outcome.

you had played an uno reverse on your brother’s best friend, and he seemed to believe every word.

“w-wait, are you for real?” he couldn’t help but ask, not having noted the sarcasm behind your voice. “like, baby names and all?”

you stood from your place, walking towards the door before looking back. woojin followed your steps, the clueless look on his face giving you butterflies with how adorable he looked.

“take me out on a date first, and we can find out if the baby names are real.”

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“ah, fuck my life.”

you cursed your luck, sitting at the bus stop while contemplating your life decisions.

should've watched my step. you wondered, looking down at your arm, which was in a cast. but i could've sworn that step wasn't there before.

after a minor accident that resulted in your arm in a cast, you were informed you had an appointment for your passport picture.

and with your roommate away for the weekend, you had absolutely no one to help you. it took you all your effort to get your clothes prim and proper, but you forgot about your hair in the process.

upon seeing your phone's reflection, you realized you needed to be absolutely professional for the picture — and this meant having a proper hairstyle.

and as a last resort, you took a deep breath, turning towards the male beside you who was also waiting for the bus. he looks nice. you wondered, politely smiling.

“hi. i’m really sorry for disturbing you,” you apologized as you greeted him. “but could you please help me tie my hair?”

kim gunwoo seemed confused at first, wondering why you were asking him before he saw the cast on your arm.

“i, uh, haven’t really done this before,” he admitted honestly, feeling bad when he saw your mood deflate. “i could try, though.”

“that’d be much appreciated,” you thanked him. “i have to get my passport pictures done, and my roommate’s also not home. i’m really sorry for troubling you like this!”

you felt terrible, and weirdly enough, that brought a smile to gunwoo’s face. he knew you genuinely meant every word you spoke, and your politeness warmed his heart.

“i’ll touch your hair now,” he announced awkwardly, standing behind you as he gathered your hair in his hand. “is your fracture really bad? does it hurt?” he asked, trying to make some conversation as he tried to figure out what to do.

“it’s a minor one, but it hurts a lot more than i thought,” you replied, oddly feeling comfortable with this stranger. “i’m sorry about this, really.”

gunwoo chuckled, shaking his head, though you couldn’t see it. “it’s alright. if anything, i’m sorry if i’m doing anything wrong,” he apologized. “i don’t want you to ruin your picture because of me,” he muttered.

his touch on your hair was very gentle, and you could feel him trying his best, and you deeply appreciated that.

once he had tied your hair, gunwoo stood in front of you, taming your flyaways before taking out his phone and turning the camera towards you.

"wah!" you exclaimed, totally in awe. “you are really good at this! thank you very much!”

the male only smiled in response, relieved to hear his shoddy work of tying your hair was acceptable. “well, that’s a relief,” he muttered, nodding politely as he moved away.

“seriously, i mean it,” you commented, grateful for the help. “it came out so pretty. i can't believe you’ve never done this before!”

the raven-haired male shyly smiled as he looked at you, admiring the absolute golden retriever energy that was radiating off you.

for the first time in his life, kim gunwoo wanted to get to know someone, and the someone who pulled on his heartstrings was none other than you.

“ah, well, i’m glad i was able to pull off a pretty hairstyle for a pretty you.”

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fridays were your favorite days.

who doesn't want to start off their weekend by laying their head on their boyfriend's chest while watching something on tv?

"your chest is comfy," you muttered, wrapping your arms around woojin as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"really?" he checked, wanting to know if his chest was really as comfortable as you had stated. "is it comfortable like this?"

you nodded in reply. "yep, this is perfect," you said, sighing in contentment. "my very own pillow; the woo-tiddies."

chest vibrating as he laughed, woojin looked down, his smile widening as he met your eyes. his fingers continued to graze your scalp, both of you content in each other's embrace.

"oh, shut up," woojin scoffed, pausing for a moment as you expected what his next words were. "i love you, you know, y/n? i love you so much."

"and i love you so much more, hong woojin."

yep, fridays are definitely your favorite.

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