Sorry About Yesterday Yall I Was Literally In Bed The Whole Day But Im Back Today🤩

about now*:・ﾟ| chapter twenty five — today’s mood🤨😔👎💔

summary: a global pandemic paired with months of lockdown; you're pretty sure you're going stir-crazy. when you come across a viral chat-app, you don't even hesitate to join it. thus begin the chaos of meeting 14 random strangers and how they become a bigger part of your life than you thought they would.

alt: an au where you join an app that puts you into a groupchat of 15 people from different parts of the world

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a/n: what are ynhoon being cryptic about in 'tis holiday month ?? 🧐 also timestamps (twt and gc titles) don't Really matter but they do give a sense on,, when everything is progressing here ahsfgds

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about now*:・ﾟ| chapter twenty seven — ready to love

summary: a global pandemic paired with months of lockdown; you're pretty sure you're going stir-crazy. when you come across a viral chat-app, you don't even hesitate to join it. thus begin the chaos of meeting 14 random strangers and how they become a bigger part of your life than you thought they would.

alt: an au where you join an app that puts you into a groupchat of 15 people from different parts of the world

word count: 2.3k words

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a/n: AND IT IS HERE FOLKS !! sorry for the late-ish update lol this a big chonky one🤧but i hope the wait is worth it ?? (':

“Hooold on a second, let me get the file up real quick,” Jihoon softly mutters.

It had been mere moments since you’ve finished calling the rest of the group for a celebratory Christmas call. Your small apartment suddenly feels even smaller as everything falls into silence and you were left alone. A bittersweet sigh escapes you as you stretch, but a notification popping up on your laptop sends you tumbling out of your seat in shock.

Ten minutes later, you sit face to face with the man who has been plaguing your mind and your everyday thoughts. The same man who you have been stressing over day and night and made you feel like a lovesick fool.

(Deep down you knew you are, a lovesick fool; for him.)

He greets you with a stiff wave and despite the tension biting at your nerves, a giggle bubbles out of you in endearment. He rolls his eyes in mock annoyance, but the playful glint in his eyes erases any malice behind his muffled “shut up.” The soft pads and swift clicks of a keyboard fill the air as silence falls upon the two of you. He dons an excited—albeit, shy—smile that he inevitably fails to suppress every time he glances to the corner of the monitor where your figure sits in anticipation. You pretend not to notice that smile, despite how much it made your heart race.

Yet you can’t help but stare at him anyway—admiring the way his lithe hand squishes against his cheek, how long his hair has notably grown as it falls over his eyes—a certain gentleness spreads warmth within your heart. You internally punch the air at how the universe has simultaneously graced you with his companionship but cursed you with the seemingly impossible circumstances to profess either of your feelings and take your friendship any further. However, tonight you were hell-bent on making things right.

As you let your thoughts trail, an air of nervousness renders you stiff. The reality suddenly dawns on you; the sheer magnitude of your feelings for him has lead you to personalise your very own gift package—with a written letter explaining said feelings—that is set to arrive at any given moment now. In this call. The comfortable stance you’ve taken suddenly feels constricting and you reposition your limbs aimlessly. Your eyes flit around until you’re pretty sure you’ve looked at every miscellaneous item on your desk three times already. How the hell did you usually act around him?

As the time ticks on, the jitters in your palms increases and you bite your inner cheek in silent distress.

However, as if he knew the state you were in, your earphones crackle to life with a soft hum of an unfamiliar, yet soothing melody. Instantly, as if it was muscle memory, your body calms down and your thoughts hush into a quiet lull. All you can hear and focus on is Jihoon’s sweet voice washing over you peacefully.

“Is that the new song?” You asked after he finishes humming a verse.

He shakes his head, a small pout forming on his lips and you bite your lip in hopes of repressing the smitten smile threatening to split your face at his cute expressions.

“I’ve been kind of stuck on that one, so uh...” he trails off, wordlessly. You were about to express words of encouragement before he quickly adds, “I made this one instead.”

The small notification startles you as you slightly jump at the sound, fingers scrambling to open the song file Jihoon sent you.

On the other side of the screen, Jihoon quickly drops his head to hide his grin as he finds himself enamoured at all your little mannerisms. It does well in distracting him from the fact that he just sent you an entire song of him simply pouring all of his pent up feelings for you—or…actually not really.

Oh God, he thinks to himself, his nerves suddenly spiking when he hears your delighted cheer indicating that you finished downloading the file and is about to listen to it and fuck, I want the ground to swallow me whole.

“What’s the inspiration behind this one, ‘Hoon?”

He feels his world slow into a standstill. A beat passes. Jihoon releases a breath he subconsciously held as he frantically searches for an answer.

You, obviously, he thinks to himself again. All my songs are all about you.

However his silence stretches on and he sees you tilt your head in question and he blurts out unthinkingly, “why don’t you listen to it first? I think you’ll get where I’m coming from then.”

You only nod enthusiastically before counting down in a soft voice, a distant click! of the keyboard is the last sound Jihoon heard before he sees you immersing yourself in the song. A surprised look flashes your eyes and he sees you flit your gaze towards the screen where he is, before immediately dropping to your fiddling hands. Even through the slightly blurry screen and your best efforts to hide your face, Jihoon notes your reddening ears and he can only assume which part of the song you’re in.

My feelings grew after I met you

Just friends that’s not enough for me

As nonchalant as he acts, Jihoon is apt at picking up your feelings, or more importantly, his returned feelings. He’s not oblivious, nor stupid. After spending hours upon hours talking to you in video calls—whether it was him asking you for company as he cooks dinner for himself, to you randomly calling during his shift at work just to show a quick cat you found at a random park, or your weekly watching parties. Jihoon has called you enough to know how you are at any time of day, to see you go through many ups and downs, and memorise every little habit you have.

I’m a fool of love for you

My heart by your side forever, by your side forever

Jihoon remembers it all, and he treasures it all. Often he’d catch his own expression and how utterly in love, he looks. He would have cursed himself for falling for someone so deeply if not for the fact that one day, you started to mirror that same look to him. Whether you had realised it yourself or not, Jihoon was elated. So he stays by your side, lets your very presence carve itself a home in his heart and hopes that he has a place in yours, too.

Trust me now

To fill my heart to the top

Like you’re short of breath (let me)

You give me purpose

You hung your head and shut your eyes, heart tugging and you wonder to yourself whether it was in denial or hope. Is this truly real? As the last echoes of the beat ring in your ears, you heave a breath. Raising your head, you brave yourself to look into the screen and the moment you saw Jihoon’s expectant face you part your lips, a response ready at the tip of your tongue.

“I’m—”

Ring. Ring.

Not expecting his doorbell to ring so late into the night, Jihoon flinches in surprise, eyes widening as he heaves an exasperated sigh. He mumbles a “be right back” before his figure disappears off-camera, a string of curses leaving his lips before it fades into silence.

You let out an airy chuckle, a giddy smile threatening to break out after your jittery nerves start to settle after hearing the song. Who would have guessed that Jihoon would write an entire song dedicating his confession to you? You shake your head in disbelief, finding it funny at how similar the two of you think as your confessions were coincidentally set on the same day-

Hold on, you thought. Was the doorbell for the—

Before your thoughts could spiral even further, you see Jihoon fall back onto his chair, a wrapped gift in his hands. You see a glint in his eye as his lips stretch into a bashful grin, bringing out his red-dusted cheeks.

“Did you conspire with Seokmin to send me something?”

The box was decked in horrendous wrapping paper, numerous thumbs with little Santa hats littered all over—a telltale sign of your own doing. Despite editing it yourself, you still snort at its tangible form, overly proud of yourself. You hear Jihoon break into a fit of giggles—albeit with half-hearted complaints in between of the stupid thumbs—and you were glad that you were the source of it.

“Can I open it now?” Jihoon asked hurriedly, his excitement evident in the way his fingers tap rapidly on the box. In spite of the slight embarrassment of seeing him react to your gifts (and ultimately your confession letter), you nod, giving him the go-ahead.

Jihoon didn’t really know what to expect, the prospect of receiving a gift from you was enough to send his heart racing but as he carefully opened the package, he felt his breath knocked out of his lungs.

Little assorted gifts filled the box and scanning the notes stuck on them, he recognises some of them as things he mentioned wanting offhandedly in past calls and texts, whether they were your local snacks or certain knickknacks he’s seen you have lying around your apartment. Jihoon feels ridiculous when he remembers how nervous he was a mere hour ago when now, he sits there with a box of, well, your feelings, essentially. So he cherishes it, softly tracing each note, as if in fear it’d disappear if he wasn’t careful with it, with your hard work.

Jihoon delicately thumbs an envelope sealed with a heart sticker. He opens it before he heard your panicked yell.

“Wait! Don’t open that yet, do it last…Please?”

Through its design, Jihoon inherently knew what was inside the envelope, and somehow it made the paper in his hand feel heavier, growing an itch to read its content. Seeing your distressed face, however, leads him to carefully place the envelope on the table; making sure not a single corner was wrinkled. He sees your shoulder sag, and he sends you a smile, “should I check the rest, then?” You nod hurriedly, and he holds back a comment. Cute, he thinks.

A throw blanket. “Now you can stop complaining about using your heavy duvet when you get cold playing on the sofa” Jihoon remembers that time he sulked about your handy throw blanket on your sofa and how he doesn’t have one, leading you to tease him the entire night when you snuggled your face into the said blanket. He remembers how his heart clenches at the sight of you half asleep under it and how he wishes he could revel in the sight with his own eyes instead of through the camera.

A red string bracelet with a bell pendant inside a black mug. “Please stop drinking solely out of sport bottles” Jihoon scoffs at the note before staring at the two items, wondering their significance—breaking into a smile as he figures it out, recognising the familiar designs in a post you sent from Instagram.

“Are these matching items?”

You look away from the screen before nodding ever so slowly. You can hear his airy giggle and even without seeing the screen, you can feel the unadulterated joy emanating from him.

“The red string and bell are from ‘Kimi no Na wa’, so…” Your voice started confidently before fading into silence as embarrassment overtakes you, letting out a groan at Jihoon’s teasing.

A night…lamp? Jihoon picks it up before holding it close to the camera. To his surprise, you let out a grumble before hiding your face behind your palms again. The man only raises an eyebrow and you wordlessly reach out to an identical looking lamp sitting on your desk, bringing it into the camera’s view. You touch the lamp softly as it glows a warm purple in response, and you can see the one Jihoon’s holding react the same way. Realisation falls over Jihoon’s face and a peal of uncontrollable laughter escapes him.

You whine out to him indignantly, “why are you laughing at me!”

It takes Jihoon a few seconds to recuperate, traces of laughter evident in the chuckles under his breath as he puffs out a response.

“You’re genuinely the cutest person ever, Yn.”

The man only grins at the effect his statement has on you, as you curl into yourself again in embarrassment.

“You’re the worst.”

Jihoon snickers and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. He giggles here and there, picking up graphic greeting cards you drew of his favourite characters, storing them safely on his table, next to the letter. You catch his longing eyes lingering on it for a few seconds, before diving back into the box. Something in you stirs as you see him immediately start to shoot off comments about some more snacks, so before you knew it, you cut him off without warning.

“I’m in love with you.”

Jihoon’s words trail off into a stop. His hands that were busy with the box’s contents pause mid-air too, as if he was under a spell, which is true for the most part. His eyes trace yours for any sign of hesitation, yet what meets his gaze is one so full of love he thought he was dreaming, and he felt every nerve of his body tingle in adoration.

A beat passes. And another.

Tenderness blooms in Jihoon’s features as his lips settle into a soft smile. He takes in your shy yet determined figure, eyes gazing at him in anticipation. He finds out right there and then that what he used to find difficult to admit in spoken words in lieu of a string of melody, somehow falls out of his lips with ease in the presence of you.

“I’m in love with you too.”

extra a/n: we fuckin did it y'all,,,,, it's been a long journey😭 but here's a truckload of fluff for all of ya !! :D

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hello hello

so !! i got the vax :] and i also just woke up from a nap and my entire body is yelling in pain so im sorry but no update for “about now” today😔😔 hopefully by tomorrow i can whip sth up so (‘: my bad yall

WHAT THE F*CK IS THIS?!?!?!?!

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hey, hey! can I be tagged in about now?? kind of actually obsessed. 🤩🥰

yes yes ofc !! and wow such praise,, im kind of actually crying rn🥲 <3333

4 am and i just watched a jihoon focus habit stage and What If..,

henlo :]

i accidentally dipped the entire week and just vanished lmao im v sorry about that HSJSHD i started my internship !! which is,, v cool v fun; i go home feeling like life got sucked out of me😎always a pleasant experience

anyways !! there Are,,, AUs in the works rn and hopefully i'll be able to start it soon ?? maybe ?? there's like three different ones and i'm a Very Indecisive Person LMAOSHJD but now that i've said it, i'll properly like,, finalise one🗿

about now*:・ﾟ| epilogue pt. 2

summary: a global pandemic paired with months of lockdown; you're pretty sure you're going stir-crazy. when you come across a viral chat-app, you don't even hesitate to join it. thus begin the chaos of meeting 14 random strangers and how they become a bigger part of your life than you thought they would.

alt: an au where you join an app that puts you into a groupchat of 15 people from different parts of the world

word count: 2.6k words

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a/n: this was supposed to be around 1k but i kinda went crazy sorz<333

“God, I feel terrible for straight up lying to him.”

Chaeyoung glances at your crumpled face as you put down your phone. A chuckle slips past her lips at the sight of her best friend complaining about lying—to a man nonetheless, she muses internally.

She was about to respond, before you shove your phone near her face, showing the notifications on your lock screen.

“He just wished us a safe flight and that I have fun with your family!” You grumbled while taking sips of your iced coffee in an effort to calm your rising emotions. “I know I wanted to keep it as a surprise but I literally had to pretend we’re going to New Zealand for weeks now. I hate not telling him things, especially big things like-“

“Like you spending an entire year in Korea?” Chan chimes in, dragging his luggage over next to yours as he plops to the seat to your right, a bottled juice in hand.

Chaeyoung snorts in response, “thank you for making her feel better, Christopher.”

You roll your eyes, ready to go on another spiel before Chan prods your cheek with the cold bottle, earning a squeak and a hard shove from you.

“You’re gonna run yourself into the ground at this rate, Yn.”

Chaeyoung reaches out to pat your head whilst slowly pulling you to rest on her shoulders, “Chan’s right, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I know meeting him for the first time is going to be weird—even if you’ve dated for a year.”

Your lips tug into a small smile at that. You still can’t believe that the man you harboured feelings for, despite only knowing him through a screen, has you falling completely in love with him. Now, two years later—one being spent in a relationship—the two of you are still going as strong as ever. Even the fact that you’ve been dating for a year still makes you smile giddily.

“But knowing you two, you’ll break the ice in no time and you can finally do all the things you’ve been wanting to do together.”

A certain bittersweetness tinges your heart. Despite being overjoyed that you were mere days away from finally being able to be physically near him, the built up longing and gloom from the distance still weighs on you.

Celebrations—whether big or small— where you just wanted to bring him into your arms and spin him around, hearing his surprised giggles echoing near your ears. Days where things just don’t work out, it pained you to see him break through a screen and not being able to wipe his tears yourself. Sleepless nights when he’d sing you the sweetest lullabies, watch parties in rainy evenings, lunch dates. Everything that you’ve yearned for still claws deep in your heart, and you wonder when the dull ache would cease. Would it vanish in his presence? Or would it slowly inch deeper as each day passes, knowing your departure looms over your time together?

“Flight number KE072, to Incheon, South Korea, please proceed to the boarding gate.”

Broken out of your reverie, your two friends start to gather all of your belongings together. Everything passes through you in a blur and before you know it, you were seated on a plane; flying to the place where the other half of your heart resides.

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“Layovers fucking suck, dude.”

“Cheer up, I literally just bought you ice cream.”

“I’m not some 4 year old you can just appease with a sweet treat, Chae,”

“Well, it worked for a good ten minutes.”

“You’re terrible, I wish you were the one asleep and not Yn.”

A snort escapes you, alerting the bickering duo that you were in fact, not asleep. You lift your head up after resting it on your arm, blinking your fatigue away.

“How come I didn’t get any ice cream?”

Chaeyoung lightly flicks your temple with her finger, “you’re literally dead asleep, babes. You even got marks on your forehead.”

Rubbing the spot she flicked, you griped indignantly, “and flicking it is supposed to help?”

You raised an arm to retaliate, but before you could pounce on the grinning girl, a ding from your phone caught your attention.

The texts exchanged within the group-chat elicited a snicker out of you, preoccupying your attention and rendering you unaware of the fond looks both Chaeyoung and Chan are sending your way. Nevertheless, the prolonged silence eventually caught your attention. You looked up at the two, growing queasy under their stares.

“Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

Chan snorts at your accusatory glare, waving it off with his hand, “we’re just glad that you finally get to meet your friends who makes you this happy.”

A certain warmth blankets you, heart so full of love and gratitude for the two friends beside you, sporting the same tired yet beaming smile. You didn’t know where you’d be without them—certainly not South Korea, a place that has only been a distant dream until the day they broke the news of your trip.

“Well, it is thanks to you two,” You paused, before hurriedly adding, “I’m also just really happy that we’re on another trip together.” Immediately turning away from the two, you pretended to be engrossed with the stores around that are… closed.

“You’re such a sap, Yn,” Chaeyoung replies with a teasing lilt to her voice.

You chose to stay quiet while looking away, unwilling to let the face-splitting grin be seen by the two cooing at you.

“Look at her smiling, she’s so happy that we helped end her dry season—”

“Bang Christopher Chan!”

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“You’re way shorter than I’d imagined you to be,” you muttered. Or well, tried. Your voice is muffled as your face is still shoved against Miki’s sweater, only barely decipherable mumbles escaping.

“And just like that I’m kicking you out of here.”

The two of you had met up at Jeonghan’s place, agreeing that staying out of the public’s view would decrease the chances of ruining the surprise you worked terribly hard on. After getting lost for 20 minutes and having both Miki and Jeonghan yelling at you over phone, you finally arrived at the quaint apartment—before promptly getting pounced by the Japanese girl you had gotten close to over the past two years and is now one of your dearest friends.

“Hey, no you’re not. I haven’t even gotten the chance to bond with the gremlin since you’ve hogged her from the start, ” Jeonghan’s voice rang out from the kitchen, where you assumed he’s preparing the lunch he ordered. “Let the girl breathe, honey.”

With a light push, Miki detached herself from you, opting to hold your face between her hands, resting them on your cheeks.

“Jihoon is so going to lose his mind when he sees you.”

You snorted in response, “that’s not very reassuring, Miki.”

The girl only rolled her eyes, “trust me, if you really are wearing the outfit you showed me last time on call, he is definitely going to fall in love with you all over again.”

Heat immediately rushes to your cheeks, reddening them in embarrassment. Rendered speechless, you were only capable of spitting out incoherent words whilst Miki enjoys it all with her head thrown back in laughter.

The sound of a door opening interrupts the two of you, along with the shout that came afterwards.

“Where is my lovely Yn-ie?!”

The booming voice that you used to hear over call rings louder in real life, and you could only chuckle as the silver-haired man came into view.

“Hey, Soonyoung—”

“Why does it look like the two of you are about to kiss?”

“The two of them are what, now?” Jeonghan stepped into the living room; a plastic bag full of food on one hand and a kitchen knife on the other.

The sight brought you to yell in jest, “Holy shit dude, I’m not going to steal your girlfriend, put the knife down.”

Echoes of laughter encompassed the room as the four of you shuffled towards the dining table, enticed by the promising smell of good food. Light chatter ensues as you catch one another up with how travelling was, and their future plans while staying here.

“The rest genuinely have no idea that you’re all here,” Jeonghan smirks as he pops another fried chicken in his mouth.

Soonyoung only cackles with glee, “I can just imagine all of their shocked faces tomorrow, oh I’m so excited!”

You pause mid-way of taking another bite, “how did the guys manage to book a whole bar, anyway?”

Everyone only shrugs while Miki chimes in, “Gyu’s a loaded youtuber and Wonwoo’s a loaded streamer.”

You choked on your rice.

Jeonghan snorts before gently shoving her shoulder, “it’s Seokmin’s parents’ bar, dumbass.”

A collective “oooh’s” sounded out, before settling into another food-induced silence.

“So, how are you gonna congratulate the big man on his album release party, Yn?”

“Now why the fuck would you ask her that, Hosh?”

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To say you were nervous was an immeasurable understatement.

“I feel like I’m shitting bricks.”

Chaeyoung tuts you. “Okay one, I did not need that visual image, and two, you look banging! If Jihoon doesn’t drop dead at the sight of you then leave him.”

“She’s right, Yn, but also you’re insane if you think that the guy wouldn’t drop dead when he sees you, regardless of what you look like.” Chan’s voice rang through the speakers.

You could only chew your bottom lip in silence, knowing that what your friends’ said was true, yet too agitated to listen to sound reasoning. Only the humming of the car and the occasional crackle from Chan’s voice call occupied the quiet air and the nerves were eating away at you. You felt like you could lose your mind.

Chaeyoung’s hand grasps yours, her thumb tapping against yours in a rhythmic beat.

You take a deep breath, exhaling. Looking over, you smiled at her gratefully. Even with her eyes on the road, you notice the small smile tugging at the corner of her lip.

The speakers crackled to life once again as Chan interjects the silence, “Oh, Yn, text us later yeah, if you need one of us to pick you up.”

You only hummed noncommittally, the prospect of the night going awry and having to be picked up by your friend is not a scenario you necessarily would like to dwell on.

“Looks like this is the bar,” Chaeyoung muttered.

The car slows down as the two of you try to peer in the seemingly empty bar—which would usually raise suspicion—but you knew that only your group and a couple of other people from Jihoon’s company were invited. You could see some people shuffling about inside, and your body goes timid, frozen in distress.

“I—”

“I did not just drive you all the way here only for you to chicken out, Yn.” Chaeyoung reprimanded you sternly.

“Chaeyoung’s stingy with gas, Yn!”

“I will beat you up, Christopher.”

Recognising a figure walking towards the bar, you tapped Chaeyoung’s arm, interrupting her squabble with Chan.

“I see Miki coming with Jeonghan, so I think I’ll go down now…?” you mumbled hesitantly.

After a blur of cheers and some words of encouragement later, you’re out of the car; whisper-yelling to the couple walking in, catching their attention.

“Why the hell are you hiding behind a tree like some fucking meme?”

“Did you really just compare me to Shaq?”

Miki chuckles in disbelief, “is this really what’s important here?”

Jeonghan waves her off, “Ok, so what’s your game plan here?”

It was nearing 8pm, half an hour after the celebration started, and the three of you were huddled against a wall, near to the entrance of the bar.

Miki groans, “can’t you just walk in and like, I don’t know, announce your existence?”

“Honey, I love you, but you have no flair.”

You huffed, tuning out the quarrelling couple, while eyeing the entrance.

“IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!”

A boisterous shout jolted all of you into silence, the prime suspect of the noise comes in the form of a Boo Seungkwan dashing towards you.

“My least favourite people gathered together! How the hell are all of you here?”

You gasped in faux anger, “this is our first meeting and that’s how you greet us?”

Seungkwan laughs while placing an arm around your shoulders, side-hugging each of you in turn.

“Well, what are you doing outside? Come on, let’s go inside!” He starts slowly pushing you towards the entrance.

“Might as well, we don’t have any ideas anyways,” Jeonghan shrugged.

Sighing, you acquiesced and let yourself be dragged, “okay, at least let me hide behind you all.”

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Maybe Jihoon is kind of... an unobservant dumbass.

You’ve been standing inside the bar—with him standing just across the room from you—yet you’ve still gone undetected.

Or, maybe, everyone is an unobservant dumbass.

Only Seungcheol and Wonwoo has spotted you; the latter visibly surprised at your presence. They both sent you supportive grins and a thumbs up whilst nodding their heads towards where Jihoon is.

Nerves start to crawl under your skin again, doubts clouding over your thoughts. The bar was dim and although he was across the room, you could barely make out his features. Even so, your heart races uncontrollably, and everything you had planned to say crumbled at the tip of your tongue.

“Just go up to him, everything will work out.”

Mingyu’s low voice brings you back down from your head. You whipped your head to him, waving lightly as a greeting that he returned with a pat on your shoulders. With Seungkwan tangled in his arms beside him, they were both smiling at you softly, and he gently whispers, “Trust yourself, and in your relationship, you’ve got this.”

You heave a breath, taking in everyone’s words and fuelling yourself to walk over to where you felt your heart tugging you towards.

Jihoon is leaning against the bar counter, clad in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up—and you had to reprimand yourself not to stare too long. The red light frames his face into something akin of an artwork, but you beg to differ. Seeing all the different sides of Jihoon from the past two years, you’d argue that every side of him is just as captivating. You find that when it comes to Lee Jihoon, you are completely enamoured by his mere existence.

Step by step, you get closer. A million of scenarios run through your head, different greetings you could say, and how he would react. Yet, nothing could prepare you as you stand an arm’s reach away.

Seokmin, who was talking to Jihoon, gasped loudly and widened his eyes comically. Confused—and mildly concerned—Jihoon swiftly turns his head back, sparing you a glance.

Jihoon did a double take.

At this point, Seokmin—joined by Seungkwan and Mingyu—cheered on theatrically, catching everyone’s attention. Yet, neither of you ever averted your eyes away from each other.

Offering him a shy yet nervous smile, you took a step closer, whilst he’s still taking you in as if he can’t believe you were standing there, existing in his vicinity. Jihoon’s eyes blink wildly, mouth agape, and body still. He was convinced he was dreaming.

A mischievous glint flashes in your eyes and at that second, Jihoon knew instantly that this was real, the same girl he fell in love with—and has been in love with for the past year—is standing right in front of him, and he prepares himself for whatever quip you’ve prepared.

You copied his earlier stance, leaning against the bar and resting an arm on the table. Throwing him the sleaziest smirk you can, you manage to blurt out between your giggles.

“Hey, you come here often?”

extra a/n: v sorry for the cliffhanger LMAO

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can u believe that my entire neighbourhood had a power outage for nearly 3 hours😐✋🏼i hate it here