#wonjae x reader

You knew there was something wrong with Wonjae when he started to ignore your texts. You were used to his mood-swings and his sudden disappearances where he would go off the grid for days, but when you were sitting across the room from him and he was still avoiding you, you were really starting to worry.

‘—Y/N,’ Hyukwoo says, pulling you out of your thoughts as he waved a concept sheet in front of your face, ‘Are you listening?’

‘Ah, sorry,’ you say, glancing at Wonjae who was standing in the booth, an irate look on his face as he looked everywhere but at you. You turned your attention back to Hyukwoo, ‘What were you saying?’

Hyukwoo grinned and ruffled at your hair gently, ‘You must be tired, hang on, I’ll go get us some coffee. Just read over the concept so that you’re not going into the shoot blind tomorrow. We made a few changes.’

You nodded and took the papers from him while he stood and left the room. You’d spent weeks crafting your song with Hyuk and after much convincing, Wonjae had agreed to feature, his deep tone adding an element you didn’t know you needed until he’d sat and ran through the song with you over a meal.

The two of you were close; you’d met last year at a label mixer and had clicked well – he was quiet and reserved while you were inquisitive and constantly smiling. You were a strange combination but it worked; even a blind man could see the happiness that radiated from you two whenever you were together.

You were never just friends, but you were never a real couple either; your relationship with Wonjae sat on the blurred lines of uncertainty though you were more than willing to become a sure-thing.

By time Hyuk had returned, Wonjae had finished his layering recordings for the extended version of the song and you’d read the promo shoot concept twice, leaving you both with nothing to do but face one another in the control room.

Hyuk who was stuck to your side as the two of you went over a few last minute details for tomorrow was oblivious to the glares that Wonjae was sending his way. He’d regretted agreeing to feature once he realized that Hyuk was also on the same track; the two of you were practically attached at the hip and he fucking hated it.

Sure, you and Wonjae weren’t dating, but the feelings were there, so when he found out you were spending over-time with Hyuk going through the song phasing, he’d naturally been pissed.

Despite him not wanting to see you both so close together he couldn’t bring himself to leave without his paranoia getting the best of him. And despite wanting to tell you that he was angry and that he wanted to date, he couldn’t, because on top of his paranoia sat it’s good friend anxiety, and the two emotions were extremely good at wreaking havoc.

Instead, all he could do these days was sit, watch and walk you out of the building and to your car all while giving you the silent treatment. Even he had to admit that he was completely and utterly crazy for behaving this way.

Hyuk excused himself first, leaving you and Wonjae completely alone for the first time since you’d started working that morning. You could see Wonjae sitting on the couch in your peripheral, causing you to sigh. It was now or never to deal with whatever issues he had going on.

You swung in your chair to look him square-on and asked, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ he tells you, the beanie he wore lowered so that it practically blocked his vision.

‘Wonjae,’ you say with a sigh – you knew that he would never be outright. He struggled enough to put his emotions into rational thoughts yet alone words; it was why you were so patient with him; why you were willing to wait to confess your feelings to him; you wanted to make sure he would be able to accept it without doubting you and himself.

Most of the time, you two were teasing each other endlessly, so you knew that if you were going to tell him, you had to tell him in the most serious way possible otherwise he’d think you were joking.

That was why you’d asked Hyukwoo for help, only to be given the most useless advice on the planet which had forced you to rethink how you were going to tell him. Hyuk’s, ‘Hey your tattoo looks sexy today, and oh yeah, I have liked you for months now,’ just wasn’t going to cut it.

You prompted, ‘You haven’t responded to my texts in days. The only time I see you is here in the studio and even then you avoid me. Have I done something to upset you?’

He was standing now, grabbing his backpack and keys in preparation to leave, ‘Like I said, Y/N, it’s nothing,’ he walked to the door and muttered, ‘I’ve got to go. See you on set tomorrow.’

You scrambled to get your own jacket and keys before following him, knowing that if you didn’t sort it out now, it would really begin to upset you.

Wonjae was nowhere to be seen which only irritated you, ‘Did this punk run away from me?’ you ask yourself as you picked up your pace, opting to take the fire-exit stairs rather than waiting for the extremely slow lifts, reminding yourself that it was only four floors and it was all downwards.

No big deal. Huff.

As soon as you’d entered the stairwell you heard him. He was cursing as he kicked at the wall in frustration. Over-looking the rails, you spotted him on the floor below, his jacket visible on the steps where he’d thrown it.

You were quiet as you walked down to meet him, not wanting to startle him.

‘Wonjae,’ you called, his back still too you while his forehead was pressed against the wall.

He jumped in surprise and turned to look at you, a sad frown on your face after seeing that he’d hit the wall and ended up hurting his left hand.

He said nothing as you approached, too ashamed of you witnessing his behavior to even speak a word – he must have looked pathetic to you.

He recoiled, turning away from you as you got closer before ultimately freezing as you wrapped your arms around him, trapping his arms to his side with your front to his back, ‘Yah, what are you doing, idiot?’ you ask him with worry.

Wonjae attempted to escape your hold but ultimately gave in when you began to squeeze him harder; ‘Y/N,’ he sighs as you refused to let go, ‘Come on, let me go.’

‘I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you,’ you tell him, ‘I don’t know what I did, will you please tell me so I can fix it?’ you ask, your face pressed into his shoulder blade.

His head hung low as the arms around his torso remained tight, ‘You didn’t do anything,’ he says guiltily at your tone, his hands covering yours as if to try and pry them off of him, only to come to a rest over yours.

‘Then why haven’t you been talking to me?’ you ask him sadly, ‘I miss you.’

His heart practically caved, though his irrational thoughts weren’t far behind as he muttered bitterly, ‘It doesn’t seem like it.’

Your arms loosened at his words and Wonjae took the opportunity to turn to look you in the face as you asked him confused, ‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean you and Hyukwoo. You’re always together, giggling about something, practically glued to one another,’ he says in a deep mumble as if it’s obvious.

‘I—what?’ you ask, ‘Hyukwoo and I are just friends,’ you defend.

‘Are you sure?’ he asks, ‘Because you don’t look like you are when you’re pretty much in one another’s lap,’ he says, raising his voice. You managed to control your surprise at his sudduen outburst, and the 180 turn of his mood.

‘Yah, Woo Wonjae,’ you say with hurt, ‘It’s not like that and you know it.’

‘Do I?’ he asks sarcastically before stepping away from you to grab his jacket, ‘I’m going home.’

You watched as he grabbed his jacket and made a move to the door, your heart beating too fast and your head thumping with uncertainty. Before you had a chance to think about it, the words had already left your lips, ‘I like you.’

Wonjae froze on the steps as you repeated, ‘I like you, you dumb beanie-wearing idiot.’

He met your gaze; your frustration was clear on your face while he stood, surprised.

‘You’re such an asshole,’ you tell him, turning away to blink the water that’d started to build up thanks to you getting worked-up; ‘Why would I even like a jerk like you?’ you say as if trying to convince yourself that loving Wonjae was a dumb idea.

‘Y/N,’ Wonjae says softly, retreating back up the steps so that he was on base platform, the jacket in his hand hanging to his side as he took you in.

‘I thought you were going home,’ you say without facing him while he sighed guiltily.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says as he places a hand on your shoulder, ‘I didn’t mean to yell at you.’

You shrugged him off in annoyance. It wasn’t how you’d wanted to confess to him – you’d even gotten advice from Hyuk as to how to do it (though it was useless), and Wonjae had gone and ruined it all.

‘Y/N,’ he coos, ‘Come on, look at me.’

‘Go away,’ you say, not wanting to show him your heated face or the watery eyes you were currently sporting.

He didn’t listen, instead forcing your head to turn and look at him, his lips turning up slightly at the sight of your face as he murmurs, ‘I’m sorry, okay? I like you too. I think I like you too much.’

You didn’t answer him, instead you looked at the tattoo on his neck, avoiding his gaze out of pettiness.

‘Yah,’ he whines, cupping your cheeks, ‘Look at me, hm?’

Your lips pouted and the crease between your brows deepened in annoyance. Wonjae half-smiled, ‘I was being a dumb beanie-wearing idiot, I’m sorry. I was just jealous. I thought you liked Hyukwoo.’

‘Why would I like him?’ you say as if it were the most offensive thing you’d ever heard, ‘Are you blind?’ you ask him incredulous.

Without giving him a second to respond, you yanked his beanie from his head and held it in a curled fist, angrily stating, ‘You need to stop wearing these stupid things because they’re seriously blocking you from seeing how I feel about you!’

You were fired up and ready to smack him. Hell, you were ready to stop liking him after having to go through this entire fiasco; but Wonjae only smiled, his messy hair sticking up in odd directions as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, ‘You like me?’ he asks softly while you frown more, attempting to ignore your pounding heart and his hands resting on the small of your back; ‘No.’

‘You want to marry me?’ he teases, loving the way the crease became even more obvious as you frowned. You shrugged in attempt to leave his grasp, though it only encouraged him to pull you in tighter. It was odd how the tables had turned in a matter of minutes.

‘You want to kiss me,’ he drags out, ‘You wanna love me,’

‘You’re so childish!’ you tell him as he quotes the last movie you’d watched together; Miss Congeniality. Still, you couldn’t help the slight upturn of your lips as he grinned down at you.

He snorts and murmurs, letting you lean back in his arms enough so that you could look one another in the eye, ‘So. We like each other, huh?’

Before you could respond, he was pulling you close and kissing your forehead, ‘That’s a relief. I thought I was feeling like this on my own.’

‘That’s because you’re an idiot sometimes.’

‘You’re not a very nice girlfriend.’

‘You got angry about Hyuk and then yelled at me for it,’ you remind him, still in his arms.

‘That’s all in the past,’ he responds quickly while you roll your eyes, ‘We have to live in the present.’

‘The present wants us to get out of the stairwell because it’s the most unromantic place in this entire building to start a relationship.’

Wonjae was in agreement with that and quickly ushered you out of the well and onto the third floor, directing you both to the elevator bay; ‘I’m surprised you came down the stairs, I thought you would have taken the lift,’ he admits after pushing the call button, ‘You hate any form of exercise. That’s why I went that way in the first place.’

‘Let’s break up,’ you say as he teases you. You should have known that dating him would be him constantly mocking you, getting his joy out of seeing you get annoyed with him.

Wonjae chuckled, his arm wrapping around your shoulder, ‘Don’t be like that.’

‘You’re so annoying.’

‘But I’m yours,’ he states cheeseily as you leave his touch to step on to the elevator.

‘Gross,’ you say with a scrunched up nose, pushing for the ground floor and the door-close button before Wonjae could get on.

You laughed heartily as the elevator began to descend, catching the last of his curse words as you went.

Yes; you and Wonjae together were a strange combination, but it worked.