#ygtb

another sleepless night with your mind clouded by thoughts that keep you up, different possibilities entering your head.

turning over to face the digital clock that sits on your bedtime table, the glowing of the number ‘00:00’ comes into your vision.

you have college in six hours yet you’re still wide awake, talk about sleep deprivation. as your mind wanders off, you think about your boyfriend, jihoon, he’s probably still in the practice room, practicing for his upcoming stages.

that was also one of your many worries that keep you up, your boyfriend being an idol, you have your insecurities but the thought of you just being a waste of your boyfriend’s time and how he could do so much better than you like how others tell you.

just in time, it seems that your boyfriend decided to have a late night visit or it’s an intruder as you hear your front door open with footsteps towards your bedroom.

it’s 12 in the morning and you simply don’t have any energy left to check if it’s jihoon or an intruder that could possibly murder you, if death decides to welcome you then let it be.

“good morning, sleeping beauty, why are you still awake?” the familiar voice of the man of your dreams rings in your ears, you automatically sit up to welcome him in your arms, feeling the warmth of his body which is from the sweat from his vigorous practices.

“nothing, just thinking of stuff, what are you doing here? you must be tired from practice. you should’ve gone straight to the dorms,” you worriedly said as he held your hands, comfortably getting into your bed though he’s covered in sweat and kinda stinks.

“what was going on in your pretty mind?” jihoon lays beside you, playing with your messy hair with his hands, staring in your glistening eyes.

noticing the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, jihoon knew something was wrong, “what’s wrong? you can tell me,” he caressed your hair, hoping to give you as much comfort as he can.

“it’s just,” before you knew it, your tears started falling down like waterfalls, uncontrollably crying in your knight in shining armour’s arms, “everything’s so stressful and i have been so tired lately. everything with just school and just sometimes, i think you deserve better than me and i’m just not worth your time.”

“what are you even talking about? i love you so much, alright? you’ll always be worth it and we deserve each other. i love you through all your insecurities and imperfections, no matter what happens,”

jihoon whispered those words softly into your ears, welcoming you in his warm embrace, giving you the affirmation you needed.

“thank you, i can’t even begin to describe how much i love you,” you buried your face into his shoulder, soaking his already sweat-soaked shirt with your tears, hiding your puffy eyes and tear-soaked face.

“hey, come on, let me see your beautiful face,” jihoon tries to cheer you up, moving your face to face him and looking into your eyes with an adorable smile that never failed to give you comfort.

“there now, stop crying, alright? i love you,” he hugged you again with your heavy breaths slowly slowing down.

you relax in his embrace and sooner than you know it, you fell asleep in his arms, your midnight insomnia vanishing.

"Ding Dong!" your doorbell greeted you. You went to answer, thinking who could it be at this hour? Certainly not your parents, who just left ten minutes ago.

"Hey, Y/N! Your mom sent me to look after you, now step aside and let me get in" It was Jihoon, your childhood friend. Together, you and he went through everything. Including being conceived and born around the same time, going to school, and reaching puberty. He became an inseparable part of your life.

It was not like you did not want Jihoon around. You had been seeing him since you were born. You bitched about the people you hated together and were each other’s emotional support. Many assumed the two of you were dating, but that was not the case.

Jihoon had already seated himself in your living room. Of course, he was not invited by your mother to look after you, but he was her favourite anyway. He was your family member.

"Stop standing like a sims character over there, and yes, don’t end up creating any more trouble," Jihoon ordered.

"Park Jihoon I am nineteen years old. And you are just thirty-seven days older than me, for your weekly reminder." You were quick to defend yourself.

"The last time you were allowed to be home alone, you let a stray cat enter the house and scrape away your mom’s favourite curtains." Of course, he could not let you win this.

With those words, "Alright, Mr. Babysitter," you surrendered.

"That’s my good girl. I need you to behave well for me now." Jihoon blurted out without realizing what he had just said. This habit had caused him trouble in the past. Luckily, this time, it was just you. Taking advantage of the situation, you decided to tease him further.

"Woah! Is this the beginning of a porn movie? What should we name it? Babysitter takes care of his little girl home alone?” followed by your roar of laughter. There was no greater joy than seeing his agitated and irritated face.

"Y/L/N you’ve got such a filthy brain, huh? Where do you learn these things from?" Jihoon admonished you playfully as a shade of pink now adorned his cheeks.

A movie watching date was soon planned. The lead couple were just slowly falling in love, offering cheesy compliments to each other and making unrealistic promises. Best friends falling in love was a crummy genre for sure.

"Ahh, why? Why must they always romanticize it? Who on earth falls for their friend like this? Aghh, this is just ridiculous. Y/N how about we better watch-" Jihoon had started his timely rants again. You were so used to it by know. He ranted about everything from overcooked meat to missed buses. Sometimes you really pondered what he was made up of.

"Men named Park Jihoon do. They do fall”. You answered his unasked question.

His mouth hung open, as if you had stolen his lunch money. The jaw dropped. You wished you could capture this face to tease him about it later. It was clear by now that he was in a state of denial. Despite his refusal to acknowledge it, Jihoon had some feelings for you. Well, you certainly did. He was the hottest guy out there, and coming to think of it, who else could you even date?

"Stop reading those romantic novels. There is a real life outside-" he did not even finish his sentence, but you had another response ready, yet again.

"Hoon, admit it."

Jihoon shook his head at that statement. "No way, I could kiss you right now to prove I don’t feel anything about you."

His eyes met yours next and you nodded, granting him the permission.

Jihoon leaped closer. Tucking your hair flicks to the back of your ear, lifting your chin to meet his face. His hands were shaking. His nervousness was unprecedented. Pitying your poor friend, you took matters in your hands and smashed your lips onto his. He immediately responded back. Holding you by the waist now. Yours and his lips moved in a perfect sync, as though they were meant to be. This felt like euphoria to you. You held his muscular built arms for a better grip. It seemed as if you had been hungry for this since forever.

After what seemed like a good six minutes, you pulled out. Jihoon’s gaze changed. He wanted more, and so did you. Quickly after catching your breath, your lips retuned to where they were need the most.

Men named Park Jihoon did, after all, fall for their best friend.

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