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felt. i always had a theory at the back of my head that hanseo will kill hanseok at the end after all the suffering he went through from his childhood, like the anger that he has held in, i honestly would not mind if vincenzo would toss his gun to hanseo and tell him to finish his part. it’s hanseo who asked vincenzo to kill his brother but somehow i feel like vincenzo knows there is someone who has a bigger greed to kill hanseok.
So y'all i have been thinking about that scene where Hanseo brings medicines and water for Hanseok. I thought Hanseok wouldn't drink the water or eat the medicines because he didn't trust Hanseo enough, like hanseok knew that he was going on Vincenzo's side. But man, he did drink the water and he did eat the medicines. Hanseok isn't trusting Hanseo, I think, his superiority complex is weighing in again. He doesn't think that someone like Hanseo, weak and dumb, would kill him. He never considered his brother as an equal. That is the reason why I want Hanseo to kill Hanseok. If Vincenzo kills him, he'll be killed by an equal or someone he thinks might be superior to him. But if Hanseo kills him, that would be a disgrace to him. His delusion of being a God will shatter and I need that look of realisation in his eyes that his end has come and he will be killed by his own naive,stupid and dumb brother.
On the contrary, my afflictions have changed because Hanseok killed Vincenzo's mother, an irreparable, monstrous offence, So I want Vincenzo to kill him too. I just really want Hanseo to play a big role in Hanseok's death.
i guess you are not too bad yourself
𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟏, 𝐊𝐒𝐖 — “y/n.”
“y/n.”
“y/n.”
each whisper of your name is punctuated with a prod to your arm. your pen flicking between your fingers as you tried to focus on your work and not the insesent boy beside you.
you and sunwoo had been seatmates for a couple months now, new year meaning new classes and new teachers that just loved to sit students next to people they didn’t know.
well, sunwoo wasn’t exactly unknown to you, but was pretty much a stranger.
you had heard about sunwoo before; the popular guy around school, the football team’s best striker, everyone’s favourite lover boy to fawn over. he was well known to say the least, but that didn’t mean you were friends.
you started the year, of course, with all good intentions, hoping you would both get along well. but as weeks passed, that plan seemed to be failing.
every other second, sunwoo was doing his best to draw your attention away from your school work and towards him. you thought it would die down if you simply refused to comply but overtime, it only got worse. his actions grew needier, spreading out of the classroom and to the corridors where he shot you winks and insisted on carrying your books.
your friends said it was cute, you weren’t as endeared by it.
it’s not that you didn’t like sunwoo, god it was hard not to. but you just didn’t see the point in his “flirting”. you weren’t even sure that’s what it was — no matter how many times your friends tried to convince you that was.
“y/n.” the final, slightly more annoyed groan of your name finally had your eyes flicking from your work. “why are you so difficult?” the boy pouts, head resting on the desk at your stern expression. “difficult?” your voice heightens in pitch, you’re shocked— almost offended. “yes, difficult! and dense! god for someone so smart, you can be incredibly dense sometimes.” he shakes his head and all you can bring your self to do is furrow you’re eyebrows in confusion. “i—” your words fail you. in all honesty, you’re not sure how to react. “i’m dense?”
sunwoo looks up at you in pity, lips twisting in a pout. “i smile at you, i compliment your outfits, i carry your books, yet still— still you don’t seem to get it.” he huffs and you cock an eyebrow. “don’t seem to get what?” another question rolls past your lips and sunwoo looks as if he’s about to end it all.
“how do you not get that i like you?” the words finally erupt from his mouth, body swinging back in his chair in frustration.
“what?”
“i like you, you idiot. i like you a lot.” sunwoo states again, sitting forward to look you in the eye, this almost exasperated yet sincere expression printed on his face. “i—” you begin, but words seem to fail you. “really?” being the only shocked word to leave your mouth.
sunwoo nods, running his hand through his hair.
“oh.”
you acknowledge his confession once again, flicking your pen between your fingers, eyes flickering between the boy and the worksheet in front of you. “but why?” your head tilts once you decide to settle your attention on the boy instead.
a smile seems to pry at sunwoo’s lips as you ask the question, any annoyance dissipating from his body, a light chuckle emptying from his mouth. “because you’re you.” he points out as if it’s obvious. “you’re smart, and kind, and hardworking,” he sits up even straighter. “and you’re pretty.”
“oh.” you repeat, darting your vision to your paper as you feel your cheeks heat up and your own lips begin to quirk up. “i mean,” you hum quietly, “i guess you’re not too bad yourself.”
𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐔𝐒: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 — 𝐓𝐁𝐙 𝐍𝐎.𝟑
from now on, i’ll fight anyone who says sunwoo isn’t that flirty i know someone more blah blah blah blah NAH quiet down, this man makes me worry about his future. like i should be worried about mine but he makes me want to pull my hair but i hope he enjoys what he does. (no pls) stream the boyz
this whole live pained me pls find him someone so he can stop being delulu it’s OUR job
deobi, we have to step up our game and find this delulu man a bae real fast. it's getting out of hand.
i have decided i’ll forever be in love with him and that’s okay
THE NEXT NEO MODEL JAEHYUN 🍑
shout out to forgotten asians.
shout out to south asians: asians from india, pakistan, sri lanka, bangladesh, afghanistan, bhutan, maldives, nepal.
shout out to ignored east asians from countries less romanticized than china, japan, and south korea: to mongolia, taiwan, vietnam, and further southeast to singapore, malaysia, the philippines, east timor, brunei, cambodia, myanmar, laos, thailand, indonesia.
shout out to ethnic groups within more known asian countries, like the tibetan people in china and the ainu and ryukyuan people in japan.
shout out to russian asians. shout out to central asians in former soviet countries, to people from kazakhstan, turkmenistan, tajikistan, uzbekistan, kyrgyzstan.
shout out to western asians in countries that don’t fit neatly into trivial western/european geographical boundaries of the middle east, of south asia, of europe, of africa.
shout out to mixed asians, to latinx asians, to black asians, to indigenous asians, to mixed south and east asians, and every combination.
asian people are more than just the same few ethnicities shown on tv.
THE BOYZ ATE, LEFT ZERO FUCKING CRUMBS. THOSE SHOTS, THAT PERFORAMCE FUCK
kingdom about to start in 5 days. i’ll die from being too anxious. save me
WENDY ♡ The 1st Mini Album ‘Like Water’ Teaser Image #1
at this point it looks like mnet is conducting a full blown out medical experiment about the physical limit and breaking point of human body, taking the meaning of a survival show a little too literal
“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and your one million layers.”
— Unknown
kingdom ep2 in 3 days. tbz better not be in six. but nobody deserves to be on the bottom after working their ass off like that.
kingdom about to start in 5 days. i’ll die from being too anxious. save me
ok i made another uquiz
i assign you a tbz member based off your opinion on ggs
so charming
jaehyun’s 10-11am relay cam is absolutely cursed. first theres no pillow case on his pillow, then he says hes gonna take a shower but only splashes water on himself, the only towel to be seen in the whole bathroom is a single hand towel, then asks which toothbrush is his after he’s already brushed his teeth, says he as no skin care routine, then tries to introduce what hes going to have for breakfast but messes up and tries again and tells the editor to edit it out but they keep both attempts in, then he eats the entire apple while staring straight into the camera, and to finish it off he takes off his black shirt only to put on a different black shirt and thats all within the same 14 minute video
the way i will always go back to listen to his vocals here. please i hope czennies appreciate him more than just his visuals or the whole frat boy agenda. this man has such a big scale of capability of branching out his vocals. it’s beautiful <3, i hope he will get his time to shine more vocally as well, it’s what my baby deserves and fuck sm.
kingdom about to start in 5 days. i’ll die from being too anxious. save me
more of my work here : enlighten yourself
‣ night view | jaehyun
status : ✎ writing . .
‣ gone | jaehyun
status : ☡ plotting . .
‣ fault in our stars | sunwoo
status : ✎ writing . .
‣ backspace | mark
status : ✎ writing . .
‣ let you in | juyeon
status : ✎ writing . .
‣ drive away pain | jacob
status : ☡ plotting
‣ question mark | hyunjae
status : ☡ plotting
‣ post party | jaehyun
status : done.
Sunmi - Marie Claire Body Rhythm
spectator | jeno
“don’t cry, little dove. i’m not even done yet.” — ljn
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i really just want to cry
stupid | kim sunwoo
genre : fluff, friends to lovers, new years party + kiss au
warning(s) : drinking, overuse of the word stupid, kinda cliché, sunwoo is stupidly in love with y/n, eric and hyunjae are assholes, i think i joked around too much with this
word count : 4.3k words
a/n : merry christmas and happy new years, angie @sunwoosgf !! i hope you like it, im sorry this is kinda late because something last minute came up so i finished it just now. also pls lmk if there's any typos that i missed amd i hope you guys like it as much as i do!!
special thanks to : @experimentalwrites @sangyeon-lee @nyuksw @sunlightwoo and @elcie-chxn for giving overall feedback + beta reasing this fic! i love you guys <3
If you search up the word 'stupid' in the dictionary, you would probably find "Sunwoo on december 31st, regretting his every decision as he pulls into Eric's driveway to attend his new year's party".
Despite being an extrovert, parties weren't really his thing. He'd rather curl up in his hone to watch netflix, do his 17 unfinished assignments, or finish another track to upload to his souncloud.
He knows he has no one to blame, but he still finds in it himself to blame you. He blames your stupid puppy eyes that never fails to make his heart stupidly beat fast in his chest. He blames your stupid sparkling beautiful eyes staring at him hopefully that made stupid butterflies pop up in his stomach. Okay maybe he should blame himself for being so weak for you instead.
He doesn’t remember what he said exactly when you begged him to go, but judging by the way your face lit up (it has been a week but he cant seem to forget the way your face your eyes shone happily and the way you practically beamed at him), he just assumed he agreed.
Because that's what you do to him, everytime he sees you his hands get sweaty for no reason and his face heats up unreasonably and he ends up making dumb decisions on a whim because he cant seem to hear his thoughts over the sound of his heartbeat ringing loudly in his ears.
He thinks about how stupid he is once again as he stares at the front door, hearing the music from inside, loud even as it's muffled by the door. He puts his palms on the doorknob, twisting and pushing it ajar, and immediately winces at the flashing lights that hit him right in his eyes.
He considers closing it shut again and going back to his car and driving back home, but before he can contemplate on it longer, he was startled by a hand grabbing at his wrist and pulling him inside. he stumbles on his own feet and scrunches up his nose when he comes face to face with Eric, and judging from the smell of alcohol and the way his face is flushed red, Sunwoo knows he's had a tad bit too much of a drink.
“hey, dude!” Eric’s voice puts the blaring music to shame. “What're you standing around in the doorway for?” he ends his sentence with a hiccup and Sunwoo snorts in disbelief, throwing a hand over Eric’s shoulder in a friendly manner, the latter slouching down due to his weight and audibly whines at it.
“You're already drunk?” Sunwoo snorts and rolls his eyes despite the edges of his lips curling up in a lighthearted smile. Eric gives a loud (loud enough for Sunwoo to hear it amidst the blaring music) boisterous laugh in response.
“'m not drunk.” Eric slurs when he's drunk, Sunwoo points out in his brain as Eric huffs childishly, stomping one of his feet down in anger.
“That’s what drunk people say.” Sunwoo finally lets a disbelief laugh slip, but it quickly dies down as his eyes drifts to a figure sitting down at eric's couch.
There it is again. the stupid butterflies buzzing in his stomach.
to a normal person's eyes, you were just casually sitting there, a red party cup in your hand as you laugh and chat with Kevin. but Sunwoo knows that what he's feeling for you is beyond normal. He thinks you look ethereal under the constantly flashing lights, the plain white shirt and jeans you were wearing beats every six digit designer brand outfit that he has a hard time pronouncing, and god, the way your nose scrunches up when Kevin says something silly like the clown he is.
Eric notices the sudden halt of movements with a confused hum, but when his eyes follow Sunwoo's line of vision and the way his face is flushed up to his ears, he can take a pretty good guess on what Sunwoo is looking at.
“Oh yeah, forgot you only came here for y/n,” Eric chuckles knowingly, nudging his elbow to Sunwoo's, who dramatically winces and retracts it, rubbing at the spot like he's been electrocuted. his flushed complexion spreads all the way to his neck when Eric points that out, and Eric laughs harder.
“Oh man,” Eric is still cackling like he's witnessing the funniest thing in the world, now crouched down as he braces himself with each hands on his knees. Sunwoo doesn’t blame him for laughing though, he's sure if he saw himself right now, he would laugh at himself too.
“Well, i expect you to get a new year's kiss tonight.” Eric continues, standing up properly again, and slaps sunwoo's back in encouragement. eric runs off somewhere before Sunwoo can curse at him.
For a moment, Sunwoo just stands there like a sims whose owner left them to go do whatever. Well he does sort of hopes he has someone controlling him right now so they can control him to approach you first and stop being a fucking coward, but Sunwoo isn’t a sub, so he doesn’t like being controlled.
His soul almost jumps out of his body and his thoughts gets cut short when your gaze lands on him. the sound of his heartbeat drowns the music out as your eyes meet. your eyes, slightly crinkled from the smile playing on your face, sparkled more in the flashing lights, and Sunwoo doesn’t let himself think that they brightened up even more when they meet his. because why would you get excited by seeing him, when there are jocks like Juyeon also attending the party.
Sunwoo prides himself in being confident, but it's still a mystery how you somehow always manage to make his confidence drop down instantly like how Kevin dropped the cake during his birthday party.
So, really. his catchphrase has now changed to "Sunwoo ain’t down with inferiority except when it comes to y/n because he literally has no control of it."
"literally has no control over it." is accurate because before his mind catches up with his body's movements, his feet walks himself to the nearest bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a loud bang.
Once he realizes what he did, he groans, the sound echoing through the bathroom as he brings a hand up to ruffle his head in frustration, neat hair quickly becoming messy under his fingers.
His fingers immediately find the faucet, turning it open, scooping up some water in his hands and then splashing it vigorously against his face. He sighs as the cold water hits his hot face, relaxing a bit at the feeling.
Bracing his hands on the sink, his head lifts up to face the mirror, his reflection, wet and pathetic stares back at him mockingly.
“Oh how i absolutely loathe you.” He says to his reflection, but in the end, he's just speaking to himself anyway.
His hand latches on one of the cupboard handle located below the sink, pulling it open and grabbing a towel. he's pretty sure Eric will get mad at him for "using his stuff without permission again" but he couldn’t think of that right now. Not when he just ran away after making eye contact with his crush like an idiot.
The terrycloth material feels soft on his face, much like your hand that lingers a bit too long everytime you two exchange playful touches while joking. He curses at himself when the imagination comes up and groans into the towel, feeling his face heat up again.
When he puts the towel down, he once again stares at his reflection, but now determination burns inside of him. Although he doesn’t know if its determination or not, but he does know that it's fueled by the constant embarrassment he causes himself to feel everytime he does things like this.
His hand hangs the towel on the available rack. Taking a final look at himself on the mirror, he takes a few deep breathes, and brings both hands up to slap at his cheeks.
“Get ahold of yourself.” Was the final words he muttered to himself before he gets out of the bathroom.
when he opens the door, he's greeted by Hyunjae, a smile that is full of mischief (borderline smirk, Sunwoo notes) painted on his face. Sunwoo probably visibly jumps because Hyunjae lets out a loud laugh at his reaction, a strong alcohol smell escaping his open mouth.
“What the fuck, hyung.” Sunwoo breathes out, putting a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating frantically. Hyunjae's laugh finally settles down when Sunwoo shoots him a glare, his hand going reaching up to slap at the younger's shoulder.
“We've been looking for you. Everyone agreed to play truth or dare and we're just waiting for you right now.” Sunwoo wonders how much time he spent in the bathroom for them to convince everyone to play the game, but he brushes the thought off when he hears what game they were playing.
Before he could refuse, Hyunjae is taking his wrist and dragging him to the living room, ignoring his protests.
Sunwoo finds his friend group, Hyunjae's too of course (because they are in the same circle after all. although he often thinks about how weird his friend group is because there art majors like kevin and dance majors like changmin in it), and a few other people he doesn’t know huddled up into a neat circle in the living room.
There was only two vacant spots, between Juyeon and Younghoon, and between Chanhee..
And you.
Before Sunwoo could dwell on the options, Hyunjae plops himself comfortably in between Younghoon and hyunjae. sunwoo feels a strong urge to strangle Hyunjae as the older flashes him a knowing grin, cocking his head towards the only empty spot.
he finally sits himself down between you and Chanhee, but not before grumbling protests on the way.
Chanhee lightheartedly clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes when he sees Sunwoo sitting down next to him, but Sunwoo chooses to ignore him. Not that he could think of a good comeback when you flash him a smile.
“Hey, Sunwoo!” His heart skips a beat when he hears you saying his name.
“Where did you run off to?” You cock your head to the side in question and Sunwoo screams inwardly at how cute he found the gesture was.
“Just needed to freshen up a bit so I washed my face. Hahe yeah...” He trails off, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Afterwards he winces at how awkward he sounded and before he could make up another response to defend himself, Eric’s voice blared through the room.
“Now let's start the game, shall we?” Cheers of agreement reverberated through the room and for the nth time of the night, Sunwoo regrets his decision again.
A spin of the bottle located in the middle of the circle signals the start of the game.
The game went as usual for a few rounds. Sunwoo got to see and hear things he didnt want and need to, usual he means. He found out that Hyunjae, despite his reputation is still a virgin(not that he's surprised about that), got to see juyeon french kissing a random girl from Chanhee's department, and all the other stuff you'd expect to find at a party held by college kids.
Sunwoo lost track of how many spins it has been, until the neck of the bottle stops, the opening facing his way.
Whistles flowed around the room, and Sunwoo glares across the room at Eric and Hyunjae when he sees them whispering in each other's ear.
“Alright,” Chanhee, the former victim, starts slapping his hands on his thighs. “truth or dare.”
Sunwoo isn’t a coward, okay maybe he is, but the feeling of wanting to look cool in front of his crush was stronger, so he chooses the option he's probably going to regret more.
“Dare.”
If someone were to ask Sunwoo who is the kinkiest person he's ever met, he would answer Eric or Hyunjae without hesitation. Their kink is embarrassing Sunwoo in front of his crush and annoying the fuck out of him, and he thinks it's kink-shaming worthy.
“Wait, wait, Chanhee!” Hyunjae's voice pipes up as he gets on his knees to further get his attention, hand raising up in the air.
“Can I give Sunwoo his dare?”
“No, Chanhee hyung should be the one giving it to me, that’s the rule of the game.” Sunwoo protests, eyes boring through Hyunjae's teasing ones to intimidate him.
“I’m asking Chanhee, not you.”
“But the rules of the game are–”
“Stop it, you guys are so noisy!” Chanhee snaps, an irritated look etched on his face as he cross his arms. “Hyunjae hyung just hurry up and give him the dare.”
Sunwoo's mouth gapes open in disbelief. He sees Hyunjae pumping his fist up in victory at Chanhee's words in his peripheral vision, his reaction contrasting drastically with Sunwoo's.
“Sunwoo, I dare you,” Hyunjae pauses, mouth curving up into a smirk, his brown eyes tracing into Sunwoo's.
“To sing a song that I pick.”
He doesn't allow himself to let his guard down and think “oh that's a pretty normal dare”, even when everyone let out sounds of disappointments, because he knows Hyunjae and Eric are worst than that.
He was ready to interrupt and convince Chanhee to give him the dare, but Eric comes strolling in, a microphone in hand, which Sunwoo guesses is already connected to the speaker.
Eric hands, shoves, him the microphone and goes back near the speakers, scrolling through his phone, connected to said speaker, to find the song that hyunjae, and probably he, picked.
sunwoo has to hold himself back from throwing the device in his hand when ‘Best Friend' by ikon blares through the speakers. He stands up from his kneeling position, once he realizes there’s no backing down, and reminds himself to slap Hyunjae and Eric’s smug faces later.
He feels Eric shove his back forcefully, and he stumbles to the center of the circle and everyone cheers at him. For a moment he forgets that you are also in the crowd, but is quickly reminded of it because that was the reason Eric and Hyunjae chose this song. You were the reason.
Sunwoo is confident in his singing, of course, or else he wouldn’t have made a soundcloud and posted his tracks there. But now, he can't help but feel like his voice resembles the ugliest sound in the world, he doesnt know what it is or what it sounds like, but he likes to imagine it's close to Hyunjae's laugh or Eric's sorry excuse of wheezing that he calls laughing. He just hopes his palpitating heart wont mess up his voice in the middle.
He inhales in preparation when he hears the intro playing, everyone now cheering as they hear the soft melody flowing throughout the room.
Suck it up. He tells himself. Then he opens up his vocal cords, and lets his voice take over the room.
Late at night, your drunk voice
Tells me that something sad happened
You said you had a big fight with him
And asked me to comfort you
Ironic that he's singing this, he thinks. He's almost reminded of that one time you drunkenly call him late at night to cry about some fratboy senior called Jaehyun who stood you up on a date. Of course, him being the gentleman he is, picks you up at a bar that was a 30 minute walk away from his dorm at 12am and piggybacks you to your dorm. Your face, although tear-stained from crying, is still beautiful that night, he reminisces. before he realizes, a smile spreads to his face.
Either you or me, one of us a fool
Cause I can’t leave but I can’t go to you
I’m just looking at you, who looks at him
As I comfort myself with tears.
He almost stops singing when he feels a chuckle bubbling up in his throat. He knows for a fact that he's the foolish one, because he never stops trying to get you to look at him. And he's convinced himself it's working at least a little bit by the way you stopped going on blind dates recently.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head, a wide smile still playing on his face as al the memories come playing back in his head.
He doesn’t know why he chooses that moment to turn around on his feet to face your direction, head tilting down a little to look straight into your eyes instinctively.
God. he feels his knees bucking a little when you give him a smile, hand clapping along with the rhythm of the song.
Cause you're so beautiful to me
In the end, we’re just friends
The smile on his face fades just slightly as the lyrics escapes his mouth.
He turns away again from you at that moment, probably because he's scared of how would you react.
If you’re just a dream
I’d say you’re a beautiful yet sad dream
Why, with that sweet voice
You tell me you are my best friend
Eric turns the song off when the first chorus finishes, and Sunwoo curses at himself for the little stunt he just pulled, and calls himself stupid for the nth time that day.
11:52 pm. The game ended a while ago, yet Sunwoo has not stopped cursing at himself. He resorted to running away upstairs and locking himself in Eric’s balcony after the game, still not finding the courage to face you.
He stares at the stars sparkling in the sky, a contrast from the dark sky. He sighs as he leans on the railing, a party cup, still mostly full, in his hand. He bans himself from drinking all of the alcohol in his cup in fear of doing or saying something dumb to you again.
His body jumps when he hears the sliding door rattle open, but he doesn’t turn around, thinking it's Eric following him to bug him about the lyric thing again.
“Your dedication of making fun of me is something else, you even followed me up here–”
“I’m not here to make fun of you.”
He jumps again, literally this time. He feels his footing leaving the ground for a split second, and he grips on the railing tighter to brace himself so he doesn’t fall. he recognizes that voice, of course he does. It never leaves his mind even once.
“y/n?”
“Bingo.” You give him an apologetic smile, body turning slightly to slide the door close behind you. You walk over to the balcony, leaning against the railing besides him, copying his form just a few seconds ago.
I think it goes without saying that I was expecting someone else.” Sunwoo defends himself, scratching the back of his head and wincing in embarrassment.
I know.” You chuckle, cocking your own party cup at him as an invitation to cheers. He stands up straight again, clears his throat, and clinks his plastic cup to yours.
Silence takes over the both of you for a moment, Sunwoo think it's comfortable, aside from his rapidly beating heart and his brain screaming at him to do something, anything.
“Can I ask you something, though, Sunwoo?”
Oh no.
Sunwoo knows what is coming. He means, he'd be pretty concerned if someone pulled that on him too, but there was a part of him that hoped you would just brush it off and call it a day, or at least try to safe him from the embarrassment of explaining himself, but that wasn’t the case.
“Why did you look at me at that moment?”
Fuck. He's screwed. There are two options he can weigh on right now.
First option, feigning cluelessness and asking “when?”. Pros : he doesn’t have to confess his undying love for you. Cons : he might miss out on a good moment if you somehow feel the same as him.
Second option, actually confessing. Pros : might get a girlfriend and a kiss for new year. Cons : he might get rejected, embarrass himself, and ruin the friendship you already have with him.
The first option has less consequences, so he decides to settle with that one.
He turns to face you to give you his answer. You were facing him already, the plastic cup indenting slightly in your hand from how hard you were gripping it. Your bottom lip was stuck in between your teeth. and finally, what made Sunwoo lose his train of thoughts, your eyes. They had a hopeful tint in them as he traced them with his widening ones.
The previously well thought out options disappears from his brain, and all that comes out is.
“I like you.”
fuck. there he goes. He visibly gulps, determination now filling his gaze as he continues.
“I like you,” He repeats more firmly, hand surging forward to take your spare hand in his.
“You always give me this weird giddy feeling in my heart, and butterflies in my stomach. I always feel dumb and lose all of my thoughts when I’m with you. whenever I’m with you, I always try to be funny so i can make you laugh, even if its just a little giggle. I’ve written more than 5 songs about you that im too afraid to publish on my soundcloud. I always get so insanely nervous and shaky around you that my hands get embarrassingly sweaty– I just,” He pauses taking a deep breath to calm himself briefly.
“Like you.” He says it again, gripping your hand tighter in his grasp.
“I like you.” He breathes out for the final time. When he comes to his senses, he gasps, retracting his hand that was holding yours back in a quick motion as if he had just been electrocuted, but the only spark he feels right now is the spark of embarrassment he gave himself after he just confessed all his feelings out while he was lost in the moment.
“God, sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck, face scrunching up in mortification. “I don’t know what came over me, I just rambled because I was caught up in the moment and I–”
“Don’t you want to hear my answer?”
“Huh?”
“My answer,” You add, your expression unreadable. “Don’t you wanna hear it?”
“I mean, who doesn’t? especially after confessing their undying love to–”
His words get caught off in his throat as you press your lips onto his, talking a step closer to reach him easier. His eyes bulges out of its socket and as sudden as the kiss, fireworks start to blow up in his peripheral vision, painting the sky with glitter.
You pull away before he can process the feeling, and he just gapes dumbly, mouth open in disbelief as his body freezes.
“is that clear enough for you?” Your voice shouts over the fireworks as you give him a toothy grin at his now flushed complexion. For a moment, he just stares, at your eyes, sparkling wonderfully and reflecting the colorful fireworks blasting in the sky. Your skin, lighting up slightly with each firework that pops, and your hair, that blew in the wind lightly. He couldn’t think of anything other than how beautiful you look at that moment.
“No, I don’t think that was clear enough,” He finally croaks out, still breathless. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek, gentle fingers rubbing just above your cheekbones affectionately, and dies a little when he feels you leaning softly into his touch.
“Do you mind doing it again?”
Your grin widens. “Of course not.” With that, you connect your lips back with his.
Butterflies in his stomach, giddy feeling, sweaty hands, none of that beats the feeling right at this moment. His heart races faster than it has ever, and he feels like the fireworks in the sky moved to his heart. He feels his other hand let go of the party cup to wrap around your waist, holding your body flush against his. You, in return throw your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.
Sunwoo feels drunk even though he barely drank the cup. The kiss was deep, intoxicating. He feels addicted at the way it takes his breath, making his insides warm and how it brings some sort of fuzziness in his head. He couldn’t seem to hear the fireworks over the unmistakable ringing of his beating heart in his ear.
He leans back when his lungs runs out of air, lips swollen and parted as he pants. Your complexion mirrored his, short breathes coming out of your open lips as you try to catch your breath.
You chuckle when all the air returns to your lung, putting your forehead on his shoulder. He follows with a chuckle of himself, squeezing your waist just lightly as he tries to calm his heart down.
“It’s beating really fast.”
“Shut up.” He groans, rolling his head back in shame, before burying it in your neck, also.
“Not yours, Sunwoo,” You chuckle, fingers playing with the soft hairs on the back of his neck. “I’m talking about mine.”
Sunwoo has not fully grasped the concept of love yet. All he knows is it makes his heart race faster, hands sweaty, ramble non-stop, make stupid love songs, and makes him make dumb decisions on a whim. Basically, it makes him stupid.
But he thinks all that stupidity is worth it in the end.
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