#wonjin drabble

A storm is either someone's favorite or vice versa. In Y/N's case, it was the second option. She really hates storms. She had her boyfriend, Wonjin, overnight. He was scared of a few things, but storms didn't bother him so much. They lay in her bed, cuddling. The storm seemed to end. But out of nowhere came a clap of thunder and a few flashes. Y/N winced as she was startled and pressed even harder against him.

"I'm scared," she whispered, still hiding in his arms.

luckily, you were brought out of your cloud of desperation when you heard the front door to your apartment click open. your mind fluttered to the only person you knew had a spare key to the door; wonjin. finally, he was back from practice. just the thought of him made a little bit of your pain disappear, and hearing him call out your name even made you smile. though, that smile disappeared when he entered your room with and he was wearing a tired yet concerned expression.

“how was practice?” you asked, voice so thin it almost broke.

“why are you crying?”

you hadn’t even realized that you had been crying, but when you felt the skin under your eyes with your hand it, sure enough, was wet. you hastily wiped the area with a part of the duvet you were lying on, before looking up at your boyfriend again, a faked smile on your lips.

you repeated your question - but he didn’t answer it this time either. “is it...” he started, making his way towards you and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “that time of the month again?” you nodded quickly, letting a tear fall from the corner of your eye and before you could wipe it away, wonjin had reached forward and done it himself. “did you take your pills?”

“they didn’t work,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands in an attempt to stop thinking about it. it had made you angry and sad at the same time. it was all becoming overbearing; the pain, the emotions...

almost as if he had read your mind, you felt the bed shift and suddenly you were lying in wonjin’s warm embrace, his arms holding you tightly and one of his hands stroking soft figures into the skin of your side. “do you need anything?” he asked in a voice that was as soft as silk.

Wonjin has had eyes for a girl since the beginning of high school. Her name is Y/N, L/N Y/N. She was gorgeous, her long dark hair curled into small waves at the ends, her big chocolate eyes were full of happiness all the time, her nose looked like a tiny button, and she had the cutest smile on her face. They were having lunch as he watched her a few tables away. She laughed with her friends at something she was showing on her phone, but she tore her eyes away from her friends and looked around the dining room. Their eyes met, but Wonjin looked down at the tray of food, feeling his cheeks burning bright red. On the other side of the dining room, Y/N giggled at how cute he was. Yes, she had a crush on him too. She pulled a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote him a note. When she got up, ready to leave, she folded the note, walked past him, leaving a piece of paper beside his arm. Wonjin opened the note, smiling from ear to ear.

hey Wonjin, you should be careful with your looking at me. I don't know how to explain it. But if you don't dare to ask me something, I'll ask you. Don't you want to go on a date with me today? If yes, text me, and if you don't text me, I know I don't have a chance with you, and I'll move on.