i have nothing to say

wonbin nearly loses the grip he has on the bag of food in his hand when he knocks on your front door. he already feels the sweat forming beneath his palms before you’ve even answered the door, his nerves eating him alive. 

he’s not sure what he’s doing here, to be completely honest. he knew his friends had a point. why did he agree to come over? to be alone with you? there was a high possibility that you were off the market, and he was just digging himself into a hole. 

he glances around the hallway like a someone suspected of a crime, biting the inside of his cheeks and lips. he feels as stupid as his friends have made him out to be. as a plug, he should know better than to draw attention to himself, especially with the backpack full of illegal substances hanging off his shoulder. but he’s just so damn nervous that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

after what felt like an eternity, you open the door. wonbin actually feels like he might collapse, like his heart might give out on him any second. all rational thought has left his brain and all he can focus on is you and that gorgeous smile of yours. 

you’re wearing a comfy-looking sweatshirt and some cotton shorts, fuzzy socks on your feet. you look so cute and cozy, it kind of makes him feel bad for the thoughts that tend to run through his head when he thinks about you. he clears his throat so his mind doesn’t wander down that path right now, holding up the bag of food. 

“i hope you’re okay with in-n-out. i was craving some animal fries,” he says the first thing that comes out of his mouth, glad that it wasn’t something dumb. 

“it’s like you read my mind!” you smile widely, opening the door wider so he can step inside your apartment. the image of that pretty little smile stays burned into his brain as he follows you into your living room, the set up vastly different from sion's. 

he has a feeling that you have an obsession with hello kitty, the cat taking up as much space as she physically can. from the matching throw pillows and blanket on your couch to the glimpse of tea towels hanging on your oven handle. one might think an elementary schooler was in charge of your interior design, but he finds it endearing.

you already have an episode of the anime maid sama playing on the tv, some more blankets tossed haphazardly across the two-seater in front of it. he sits on one end while you push the coffee table closer to the sofa, placing the bag beside your pipe and your lighter before hopping onto the other cushion. 

the two of you start eating, both too anxious to initiate any more conversation. the first time you met, you were a little awkward because you didn’t really know each other. things turned out fine, however, since you managed to brush off the anxiety rather quickly. as you realized how attractive wonbin truly was, you were more than excited to call him your new plug. he felt the same way, extremely welcoming to have you as a new customer of his. 

now that the initial exhilaration has worn off, you were both too self conscious of your every move. 

you try to keep your attention on misa and usui the entire time, but you’re hyper aware of the fact that wonbin is sitting right next to you. your eyes keep flickering over to him, taking small bites of your burger. maybe smoking would drive you less insane. 

you reach for your grinder, your pipe, and your lighter with a shaky hand. “do you smoke every day?”

“yeah, pretty much. it doesn’t help that my friends also smoke, so it kinda encourages it,” he answers you, stopping you from grinding your own bud. “here let's use mine. i don’t want you to waste yours.”

he pulls out his own stuff, setting everything up in record speed. you watch in awe as he packs the grounded green into your sparkly pipe and it has you giggling to yourself. it’s a silly sight, wonbin looking so serious while holding the girliest pipe known to man. but because he’s doing it for you, a light blush begins to decorate your cheeks. 

aside from smoking yourself, you never thought you’d be into a guy who smoked as much as he did. you assumed stoners weren’t really the type to bring home to mom and dad, yet somehow, wonbin proved you wrong. his kindness towards you and your friends just made him that much more attractive. acts of service happened to be one of your love languages. 

wonbin swallows thickly as he allows a new boldness to take over and holds the pipe up to your lips, catching you off guard. your eyes widen but you put your fingers over his, letting him light the bowl. you inhale deeply, keeping your thumb on the hole for the necessary amount of time and then releasing, trapping the smoke in your lungs for a second before exhaling. the white cloud that you blow out impresses wonbin, something about the girl he already had it bad for being good at the one thing he was good at filling his chest with an unfamiliar warmth. 

you pass the pipe between the two of you a few times without saying anything, just enjoying each other’s presence and the shoujo anime playing on the tv in the background. you’re a giggly high, laughing at absolutely everything even if it’s not funny. so it startles wonbin when you suddenly burst into laughter, clutching your stomach. 

“are you good?” he asks with a chuckle, coughing a little after the hit he just took. 

“yeah, i just think it’s really funny that we don’t really talk all that much, but here we are,” you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, leaning back into the couch. “you sitting in my apartment, smoking out of my sparkly pipe.”

wonbin laughs along with you, throwing his arm around the back of the couch. you tuck your knees under yourself, cheesing at him. with his eyelids heavy and a small smirk on his lips, you’re starting to feel dizzy. perhaps it wouldn't hurt to lean in just a little…

there’s a fleeting thought of giving into you and letting himself have what he’s been dreaming of the past couple weeks. but he knows there’s that burning question he has to ask first, and now that he’s intoxicated he figures it’s as good of a time as any. 

“y/n, i—”

he doesn’t get to get a word out, though, you both hear the unlocking of your front door, sitting up to see who it is. you now understand exactly what your friends meant when they said that sion coming into the equation would just make things worse. 

you and sion share a look. but before you can clear up any misunderstandings, wonbin is standing from the couch and grabbing his things. he runs a hand through his hair and coughs into his fist. 

“i better get going, actually,” he says, lips formed in a straight line as he glances between you and sion. “i’ll talk to you later, y/n.”

you open your mouth to say something, anything, but wonbin is too fast, brushing past sion and out of the door in the blink of an eye. you stare at the empty threshold, your lips parted. you just couldn’t wait for your friends to say they told you so.