#woosung fluff

It was a normal day in the office. Hajoon was practicing some beats, Jaehyeong was eating some snacks while playing on his phone, Woosung was in his studio playing with some melodies that have been clouding his mind lately and Dojoon was Dojooning as always.

You were surprised how calmed the building was but it was always like that once the tour was over. The only difference was the way Woosung had been treating you lately. And it is that after dating someone for almost 10 years should be a reason enough to get tired of the relationship or feel it a bit monotonous but in fact your relationship with Woosung was far away from that. You were not complaining at all but you had to admit you were surprised that Woosung has been treating you in a very lovely and a very clingy way lately.

He has always been very goofy with you but he was more lately. He has always been very territorial with you, not wanting anybody to have any opportunity to steal you from him, but he has been more lately. He would even ask you to sit on his lap whenever you were with the rest of the members or with friends, stating that he just wanted to be close to you.

You’ve tried asking him if there was something that made him act like that but he just said that it was because of the tour and not having enough quality time with you because of the tight schedules. Little did you know what he had in mind.

You exited the convenience store with a bag full of food to eat lunch with Woosung, just like you promised you would do once the tour was over. You decided to get some extra food to share with the rest of the boys even though Woosung told you that he wouldn’t let anybody interrupt your little date.

Once you arrived, you both went straight to the small terrace the building had. The same terrace where you took one of your favorite pictures that perfectly showed the personalities of your boyfriend and one of your best friends. The same terrace where you took that picture of him and Dojoon in underwear before a shooting while Woosung smoked. You were so in love with that picture for some reason.

“I have a few surprises for you today.” He said as you both ate in peace. You widened your eyes. “It’s not my birthday yet.” You said laughing. “What? Can’t I give the woman of my life a surprise without any specific reason?” He playfully said, placing a big kiss on your cheek making you blush. “It’s amazing how after 10 years I still make you blush with just a kiss.” He admired you, placing another big kiss on your cheek, this time harder. “What’s wrong with you?” You said, laughing uncontrollably and cringing a bit at his sudden behavior. “I just love you so much.” He said, a wide smile decorating his cherry lips. They looked so tempting. So sweet. You were about to get a taste of them and drown that smile in a deep kiss when he removed his face from you, turning to take a small box from his pocket. “Open it.” He said as he continued to finish his noodles.

When you opened the box, a sour candy ring popped out. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on. “Marry me?” He said, mouth full of the last bite of his noodles. You couldn’t believe he was asking you such a question in the least romantic way and with the least romantic ring. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said, a serious tone appearing in your voice, disappointment written all over your face. You’ve always dreamt about how he would ask you to be his wife but this was definitely not in the list of scenarios you imagined. He let out a soft laugh. “Meet me downstairs then.” He said, leaving you alone with your sour candy ring.

You ran behind him, not understanding what was going on. And then you finally found the room where everything was settled for a proper proposal. “Is this more of what you imagined?” He said with a cheeky smile, full of satisfaction for teasing you back on the terrace with that candy. “Fuck you Kim Woosung.” You said, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes as you hit his chest and covered your face. “Sure Mrs. Kim (Y/N).” He said, taking you into his arms, a massive smile decorating his face. Hearing him call you with his last name made your heart skip a beat. “I guess we’ll go to the first band wedding then.” Dojoon teased. “Actually I haven’t even asked her properly yet.” Woosung said, releasing his embrace from you. He signed for you to wait a moment and stand in front of him while clearing his throat before he started his little speech. “After 10 years, we managed to support each other and deal with each other’s annoying selves.” He teased, gaining a drown in tears laugh from you. At this point you didn’t care anymore if you were ugly crying in front of everyone. You didn’t care if he teased you about it afterwards because that was the boy you fell in love with 10 years ago. “We’ve shared cigarettes, alcohol bottles, hangovers, beds, foods, drinks, sickness and even DNA when we kiss…” He continued, making you laugh at the memory of all the things he mentioned. “You didn’t need to be that specific…” Jaehyeong quietly said disgustedly at that last statement. But Woosung ignored him. “And now, you would make me so happy and proud if you accept sharing our life until death do us apart.” He said, finally revealing a beautiful ring with a few rubies on it. You were amazed by its beauty.

“So? Would you marry me?” He asked, waiting impatiently for your answer. “Of course yes.” You said, throwing yourself into his arms. “You didn’t look this convinced when I asked you out there.” He said hugging you tightly, a massive smile drawn in his face. “That was not a proposal.” You said, letting go of him and staring with a death glare. “You at least gotta admit it was original.” He said proud of his first attempt. “Can you just put the ring on her finger and kiss?” Hajoon said impatiently, making everyone laugh.

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the sound of the waves crashing always excited you. the feeling of the course sand under your feet. the honey-colored rays of sun hitting your skin. the beach was one of your favorite places to be. you made it your goal to visit as often as possible, but with life constantly getting in the way, you were down to only being able to go for a week every summer. it was your favorite time of year, thinking what better way to spend it than with your best friend? standing on the deck of your family’s beach house, you look across the vast ocean, staring out at the endless horizon. 

“i could never get tired of this view.”

“you say that everytime we’re here.”

you turn around to see said best friend leaning against the doorframe. “well, what do you expect, sammy? i mean, just look at it. it’s perfect.”

“are you ready? the sun is about to set, so we gotta hurry if we want to make it on time.”

“i was born ready.”

he walks up to you, holding out his hand. you glady grab onto him, intertwining your fingers with his, as you make your way down the steps. walking hand-in-hand down the path, a certain contentment when you swing your arms lightly, back and forth. the moment you reach the sand, a wave of relief makes its way through your body. that feeling of every single care in the world, all your problems, all your worries just fade. your gaze lingers on the water. you glance to your side to look back at woosung. he senses your stare, turning his head to make eye contact with you. a small smile is shared. a comfortable silence resides as the two of you reach the trail leading to the cliffs. it was tradition to jump off the highest point whenever you were there.

the quiet being broken by sammy asking “who’s going first?” 

“both of us.”

“umm… sweetie… we both can’t go first.”

you roll your eyes, “i realize that. i meant, we go together.”

he laughs at your remark. “fine. let’s do it.”

you take one last look at him. you see his soft hair getting ruffled by the breeze, his broad frame, the sharp edges of his jaw and nose. a true sculpture. the golden light surrounding him, displaying him with an ethereal aura.

with total disregard for your clothes, you run to the edge. staying in the air for several seconds, the world stills. you don’t realize you hit the water till you’re coming back up for air. your immediate response is looking for woosung. you circle around trying to find him, your eyes not seeing any sign of him. you call out his name. you feel arms wrap around your waist, turning you around.

“don’t scare me like that, idiot.” you wrap one arm around his neck, as the other slaps his chest. he only chuckles, prompting you to laugh back. you stay in the water, the glow of the setting sun reflecting on the waves. you both continue to leisurely swim, no rush. 

by the time you’re heading back to the house, the sun has been replaced with the moon, sitting highly amongst the stars. you make your way into the residence, water dripping onto the floor. you both decide to get cleaned up and order some food.

an hour or two go by and you are sitting on the floor in the living room, going through old photo albums. “aww… you looked so cute…” sammy cooed.

“shut up, i looked so gross in middle school.”

“oh please… you were so cute.” 

you don’t try to argue with him anymore. you open up another album, finding photos from high school. “aww… look: it’s us on our first day of freshman year, and when we went to homecoming. ooh… look at you, football player…” you say in a teasing tone. 

“stop… that’s so embarrassing,” he says, cringing at the memories.

“what are you talking about? you were hot as a football player…”

“oh?” he says with anticipation.

you freeze. “you didn’t hear that.”

“it’s fine. i mean, to be honest, you weren’t so bad yourself.”

“oh, please. you know for a fact everyone had a crush on you: the soft and gentle, guitar-playing football star with a heart of gold. i’m surprised you even stayed friends with me.”

he just stares at you silently, a look of confusion adorning his face. he sits there, trying to understand what you just said.

“you’re not serious, right? why would i stop being friends with you? you’re my best friend. you always have been and you always will be. i love you, you know that.”

“and i love you too. i just find it hard to believe that you chose to be friends with me when you had the whole school wrapped around your finger. you were the “teenage heartthrob” of the school. everyone was in love you.”

“including you?”

it was your turn to be speechless. your gaze left him, scared of what his reaction could possibly be. you hands making themselves busy, fiddling with your fingers and the hem of your shirt—which was really just his that you were borrowing. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. i love you, i do. i just… why me?”

“say that again and i’m pinning you to that wall.”

you look back up to see that he’s already sitting next to you. your shoulders were already connected when you made eye contact. you didn’t have enough time to register what was happening until you felt him kiss you. 

“i love you. i mean it, more than you know.”

you gulp at the words coming out of his mouth, the words you’ve been dying to hear as more than just friends for years.

Okay he hadn’t just shown up at your doorstep after finding your ad actually. He had called and you met him at a coffee shop first to interview him as a potential roommate. After that went well then he showed up at your doorstep with his stuff.

But he really did only have a bag and a guitar.

Sammy was enrolled in the music program at a local college and had been living in the dorms for a while until he was having trouble affording it, so he had to find a cheaper option.

Enter him entering your apartment.

It was modest to put it romantically... small to put it realistically. But it had two small rooms connected by a bathroom off of the living room and a kitchen that had a washer and dryer tucked into the corner. And even though it was...modest...you were a student also and needed all the help on the rent you could get. 

It had been a weird start. You both tried to be quiet and stay out of each other’s way. But one day Sammy broke the awkwardness.

“You sing really loud in the shower you know,” he said while grabbing cereal one morning.

Cereal you already had and just about choked on.

“And when you’re doing homework. How do you focus?”

“I can’t tell, are you asking me because you want me to be quieter?” you asked, genuinely confused by the tone he was using.

“I don’t actually mind it. You have a good voice and good taste in music. But like the other day when you were working on those casebooks or whatever it is you read all the time, you were singing along and...dancing? Kind of?”

“I’m going to try and ignore the fact you couldn’t identify my dancing, but I guess it just helps me focus? All my other senses get blocked out and singing my favorites doesn’t take much thought so I can just concentrate?”

“That’s kind of cool,” he said, sitting down across from you.

“And you know,” you started while cleaning up your dishes, “I’m not the only one who sings loudly in the shower.”

The choking cough you heard from him sounded like sweet payback music to your ears. Which you enjoyed until you handed him a glass of milk before heading to pack up for the day.

After that, you guys fell into a more comfortable rhythm. Sammy joined a band and would be out of the apartment more, but when he was back you guys would typically talk music or binge some shows together.

And then you even started sharing the chores around the apartment. He kind of became the best roommate you could have asked for?

It was a good thing you had gotten so comfortable because almost 7 months into living together a pandemic forced your community into a precautionary quarantine. Both your and Sammy’s classes went online, and somehow so did his band practices?

The first week you both tried to keep things scheduled and treat every day like normal, only doing work in the apartment instead of going outside. 

In the second week, you stopped putting on as much makeup all the time, I mean some times it was just fun to do, and Sammy switched from jeans to sweatpants pretty much always.

By the third week, you both were in pajamas most of the time, fighting over the tv remote, and attending classes with your video cameras off. 

Sammy’s band practices were pretty much done by the honor code too because it was too hard to really sync up onscreen.

Your apartment turned into a kind of eternal sleepover with work sprinkled in occasionally, especially as classes came to an end. The only problem, even if you were treating life like an eternal sleepover? You were still two high-energy, young-blooded individuals and, no matter how in-sync you were, you got bored.

“We can’t play that with only two people,” you said for the third time as Sammy thought of another card game.

“What about if we play Sorry? Each take two colors?”

“We played that two days ago.”

“Then you pick!” Sammy yelled, flopping back onto the floor.

“We still have a puzzle we haven’t-”

“I will go cross-eyed if we do another puzzle this week,” Sammy said, rolling onto his stomach and resting his chin on your knee to look at you.

And your stomach flummoxed.

A downside to the quarantine? You were spending a lot of time with a guy you were growing increasingly more comfortable with and interested in. And that guy? Had grown a habit of hanging around the apartment in just his sweatpants.

You pulled your knee out from under him so his head dropped and you turned around to pull a blanket off of the couch and throw at him.

“You are going to catch a cold. I don’t know why you spend every waking moment like that. I mean don’t you feel like putting anything on when you get up in the morning?” you laughed out, packing up some of the veto’ed games.

“What do you mean?” Sammy asked, picking himself off the ground to help you. “I do. The sweatpants. When I sleep I don’t wear an-”

“DON’T!” you yelled, dropping the games on the couch and slapping your hand over his mouth. “Don’t finish that sentence if you want to have any say in what we play tonight.”

And he licked your palm.

“Gross Sammy!”

“Well I know what I’d like to play with you but you just called my saliva gross so I doubt it’ll work,” he mumbled out while you were busy washing your hand obnoxiously in the bathroom.

“How about this,” he started, louder this time. “I’ve been working on a song for the band and I need someone to help me work on the harmonies.”

Feeling relieved you were back in familiar territory, you settled onto the couch with him and his guitar.

“Okay so here’s what I’ve got so far,” he started, strumming away.

You really admired Sammy’s talent in music. He always said he was just a simple guy with a guitar. Or he’d joke about his song-writing skills with lines like “Hello my name is Sam and I like some ham/ girls call me bam when they see me they go damn.”

You never let him live that one down let’s be clear.

But then he had lines like “a word you can’t forget in the breeze/ sorry, for not turning back/ sorry, for this selfish self of mine.”

And if his lyrics didn’t give you goosebumps, his voice would. 

You never had been a big fan of voices with excessive vibrato. But his was so raspy and unique that every time you heard it you would get lost in the song, in his voice.

Kind of like you were now.

“YN? Did you have any ideas?”

“Huh?”

Sammy turned to you and set the guitar across his lap with a smirk on his face. Now, instead of being distracted by his voice, you were distracted by that smirk.

“What were you focusing on?” he asked. “The few chords I’ve put together could not have been exciting enough to draw that look from your face.”

“I was just thinking,” you started.

“Clearly,” he laughed, putting his guitar in its stand and resettling on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him. “Talk to me.”

You mirrored his position and then looked him dead in the eyes.

“You are incredibly talented, you know that right?”

Sammy blinked a few times, clearly not expecting that.

“I’m serious, Sammy. You have a gift and I’m just really proud of how serious you take that.”

“You-you’re something special you know that?” he said back on a breath. “How many people are as kind as you are? I’ve seen it for months now and it still surprises me every time.”

At that you were blushing and twisting your fingers together. 

“I just think it’s important to say what you feel sometimes,” you said.

“Really?” he asked, with something in his voice you couldn’t nail down so you looked up.

“I mean things are meant to be shared, joy to be doubled and sorrow to be halved. It’s not always easy because of timing or personalities, but I do genuinely believe that.” you said, holding onto one of his hands that you didn’t remember grabbing in the first place.

Sammy ducked to smile and mumble again, “and you say I’ve got a talent with words.”

When he looked back up, he grabbed both of your hands in both of his, making you blush.

“I like you.”

You blinked.

“You aren’t required to say or do anything back, but I wanted to say it because I think we fit well together? I don’t just feel comfortable around you, but I’m never bored, even when we have the same days in and out. You just make my heart smile.”

Cue some more blinking from you.

“Okay I’m going to need you to stop and look away for a second,” you interjected, not being able to take any more.

Sammy immediately dropped his hands and backed to the end of the couch before turning his head to drop onto the cushion.

“I’m so sorry I made this so weird now, right?”

You knew you wouldn’t be able to say anything with him staring at you, but you still felt nervous looking at him, so you crawled across the couch to hug him with your head on his shoulder and eyes shut tight.

And with no preamble, you answered.

“I like you too.”

Sammy’s arms immediately came up to crush you to him and you felt his cheek actually nuzzle against the top of your head.

“Oh thank goodness I didn’t want to have to find a new place to live in the middle of a pandemic,” he joked out.

“I guess you can stay,” you laughed.

“Best roommate/girlfriend ever.”

“You do have to start wearing a shirt though,” you said, pulling back and pointing to his exposed chest, “because dating you is going to make resisting the urge to oggle you that much harder now.”

“I knew you were distracted by me!”

“I am not having this conversation with you!” you said, pushing off of the couch to ignore him until he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

“Okay no conversations let’s just cuddle some more.”

“That sounds like the perfect way to spend the night.”

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