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[blanchimont]

sober up

characters: jeon wonwoo x female reader

genre: college au, slight angst

warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing

word count: 5.5k

summary: as much as you want to deny that what you feel for wonwoo is just a stupid little crush, your heart breaks and you have the strong urge to cry nonetheless whenever you think of him. 

note: i wrote this the entire day while paying barely any attention to my online classes lmao pls enjoy <3 

“So what are your thoughts about Wonwoo?” Mingyu offhandedly asks you as the both of you ate breakfast before heading for your 9AM class. He doesn’t miss the way you whirl the spoon inside your coffee mug a bit stronger than you’d like, causing some of the liquid to drip out onto the tabletop. He doesn’t say anything about it and just waits for you to answer.

“Thoughts as in...what do you mean?” You ask in response, briefly glancing at the man in front of you before looking away to drink your coffee that was still a little bit too hot. You frown behind the mug and you aren’t so sure if it’s because you almost burned your mouth or it’s because of the intention behind your best friend’s question.

“You know what I mean,” Mingyu sighs. 

No, I don’t know what you mean. You think to yourself, but you don’t want to say that out loud especially with how intimidating Mingyu looks like right now. You feel like you’re being interrogated for a crime you don’t know you committed—okay, but maybe you did do something for him to stare at you like that.

The thing is, you pride in yourself for always being a responsible drinker. Whenever your friends would invite you to join them have dinner and drink to end the stressful week in college, you often end up being one of the most sober-looking people among your peers by the end of the night. One bottle of alcohol is enough for you to feel buzzed, and sometimes you don’t even get to finish the entire bottle. Because of that, you sort of feel proud that you’ve never done anything foolish yet while intoxicated, unlike your friends who had you doubling over in laughter, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes because of how stupid and scandalous they can get when they’ve had too much alcohol in their system.

It just so happens—and you swear you have no idea why—that you decided to drink more than you could last weekend while out with Mingyu and the rest of his friend group who adopted you, and suddenly you had more friends than you ever anticipated.  

It’s not that you did something so scandalous, but you do feel embarrassed because it was so...out of character for you to do it. You really wanted to blame Soonyoung for asking you that question, but you also blame yourself for losing the filter in your mouth that you ended up answering him way too honestly for your liking. 

“—Okay, okay that’s enough Seokmin. How about you,” Soonyoung calls your attention and you wince at how you immediately felt your world spinning when you turned to your left to look at him. The boy laughs at your dazed state before continuing, “What do you think of our Wonwoo over here?” 

You stare at the said boy who half-absentmindedly drank the entire can of beer in one go. You think he’s acting like he didn’t hear Soonyoung ask the question but you’re aware that he’s also waiting for you to say something. 

And even before you could stop yourself to organize the thoughts inside your head because holy shit—he looks a hundred times more attractive tonight and you aren’t sure anymore if your head is spinning because of the alcohol or because of the way Wonwoo just looks so insanely beautiful—the answer you give Soonyoung leaves everyone on the table looking at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“He’s insanely attractive. I think I have a crush on him, actually.” You’re drunk as fuck but you’re also hyperaware that Wonwoo’s staring at you. So you chug down the remaining alcohol left in your bottle. You wanted to dig your own grave right then and there. 

You grimace when you see Mingyu leaning closer to get your attention back. He raises his eyebrows at you and you wish you just really ended up blacking out that night so you could use the I-don’t-remember-what-happened card on him. 

“I think Wonwoo’s a really nice and thoughtful friend, even if there’s this weird...mysterious aura to him. He listens well to the people around him,” you finally answer your friend. Suddenly you want the time to go faster so Mingyu could no longer interrogate you and you can finally head to your creative nonfiction class. 

Mingyu stops acting like you committed a crime and continues eating the pasta in front of him. “I’m sure you know you said a different answer last Saturday.”

“Look,” you drop the fork on your plate and sigh. “I was drunk, okay? Had way too much alcohol than I anticipated. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t mean it?” Mingyu squints his eyes at you.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Is it wrong to say I have a crush on one of your close friends? Am I breaking a best friend code between us that I didn’t know about?” 

You sound defensive and you hate how high your voice got the more you bombarded Mingyu with questions. He was really good at riling you up so early in the morning. 

“It’s not that,” your friend shakes his head and finishes up his food. You still haven’t consumed even half of yours. “I actually approve of the two of you, just so you know.”

“What the fuck, Mingyu. It’s just a stupid crush.” 

“Yeah it sure is.” You really hate how he’s narrowing his eyes at you right now. “Then why are you avoiding each other? It’s been four days and it’s fucking annoying already.” 

“I’m not avoiding him. Midterms just ended and finals are around the corner sooner than you’d like. We’re all busy. And I don’t want to bring up to him what I said. That was so out of character for me to do.” 

“Okay, but it’s driving me insane that the both of you have been acting strangely since then.” Mingyu rubs his hands over his face. 

You pause. “What do you mean Wonwoo’s been acting strange?”

“Since that Saturday night I’ve been trying to bring you up in our conversations just to get a reaction out of him.” You roll your eyes, what an idiot. “I know you guys didn’t talk about what happened afterwards. Either he flinches or makes this weird face or flees the moment I mention you.”

“Mingyu you’re a fucking idiot.”

“You are too. I am aware that you hate talking about your feelings and I would be proud of you for saying that last Saturday because that was such a huge step in getting out of your comfort zone but you were stupidly  drunk and the both of you acted like nothing happened.”

Mingyu’s right and this very fact pisses you off. You were never good at verbally expressing your true, honest, and raw feelings towards anyone. It physically and mentally pains you to do so. Sometimes you want to blame your upbringing, how showing any signs of emotions ranging from affection to sadness to anger seemed very taboo within your family. It left you unable to sort your own feelings out as you grew up, so now you ended up being too quiet, dishonest, and afraid of being vulnerable in front of anyone. But you don’t really want to blame anything or anyone else because for fuck’s sake, you’re already in your twenties and it’s about time that you should be more responsible. Yet you’re aware that you’re acting childish around Mingyu because he’s confronting you about something you didn’t want to deal with ever. 

“But Gyu,” you take a deep breath, suddenly feeling anger bubbling inside of you. You don’t even know why. “It’s just a stupid crush. It’s not a big deal.” 

There you are again, downplaying and being in denial of your own feelings. You know it’s not just a stupid crush. You’ve been head over heels for Wonwoo since Mingyu introduced you to his friend group. You’ve been head over heels for him ever since he sat beside you in silence to keep you company while the rest of the boys went crazy in front of the karaoke, unintentionally leaving you out because they were having so much fun and it’s not their fault and it’s okay because Wonwoo’s beside you. He’s been occupying your thoughts ever since he showed you the brightest smile you’ve seen from him when he spotted you sitting alone at the second row of the lecture hall, taking the seat next to you so you wouldn’t feel too lonely when no one else wanted to sit near the front. You felt so embarrassed after noticing that Wonwoo had to make himself feel smaller in his chair so he wouldn’t block anyone behind him while the professor droned on and on about art history. He really didn’t have to keep you company at the expense of sitting comfortably in class. You couldn’t stop thinking of him ever since he let you borrow some of his books, and you didn’t even ask him to do it but you figured he did it anyway because you said you needed inspiration for your creative writing class. And you wanted to cry because you think you’re in love with the way his mind works after realizing that the books he lent you were really good. You like him so much and you feel insane for feeling this way because it’s only been a few months since you’ve known him and the two of you don’t really talk as often as you wished you would so you can get to know him better, but that doesn’t stop you from catching these unnecessary feelings for him—

“But would you date him if you had the opportunity?” Mingyu interrupts your train of thought. 

Alright, that’s enough. You stand up and fix the things inside your bag, preparing to leave and head for your class. “I would but I don’t really want to date right now, not ever. You know I told you that already.”  

“You wouldn’t even give him a chance?” Mingyu pouts and mirrors your actions as he realizes that the conversation really isn’t heading where he wanted it to.

“I just casually confessed that I have a crush on him. Stop making a big deal out of it. That’s all I did that night, alright?”

You don’t miss the way Mingyu stares at you for a moment before he nods and leads the two of you out of the cafe. You swallow the lump in your throat because you have this ugly, terrifying feeling that Mingyu knows something you don’t, that there’s more to just you drunkenly saying you liked Wonwoo. 

And now you’re starting to doubt if you really remembered how things played out that night. 

You bump into Wonwoo sooner than you wanted to. And you feel stupid because your first instinct upon seeing him walking down the hallway towards your direction was to turn the other way around and take the other flight of stairs, even if it meant consuming more travel time to head to your next class that was starting in ten minutes.

You almost let out a sigh of relief because you successfully avoided confronting Wonwoo—or so you think. You jump when you feel warm fingers wrap around your wrist and you nearly bump into the chest of the man you wanted to run away from when you turn around. 

“Hi, sorry about that,” you mumble as you take a step backwards to give him more space. He was wearing a plain oversized gray shirt, black jeans, and a worn out beanie. If this was any other guy on campus, you would’ve rolled your eyes at how he lacks good fashion sense and how he dresses so similarly like all the other college boys (except Minghao, god bless that man). But this is Wonwoo and you have this urge to cry because he looks ridiculously good in whatever type of clothing he wears, and it’s not fair—

“It’s fine. Are you heading towards your next class?” 

You are about to answer him but the classroom next to where the two of you are standing just got dismissed, so there is a surge of students leaving and occupying the already cramped hallway. You almost lose your mind when you feel Wonwoo’s hand on your arm, pulling you close to him after a huge guy bumped into you and left without an apology. 

Wonwoo stares at you like he wants to say something else, but before he could, you stop him because you aren’t sure if you’re ready for that. “Yeah, it starts real soon, actually. I should leave.”

You don’t even realize that his hand is still resting on your arm until he dropped it and put some distance between the two of you. “Right. I shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

But Wonwoo does nothing but just stands in front of you. You have half the mind to apologize for what you said last Saturday night, then you realize that what will probably come out next from your mouth is to tell him to forget about it. But you honestly, honestly do not want him to forget about what you said. Yet you aren’t also prepared to face the repercussion of your actions. So you nod your head and think that it’s best to act like nothing happened. 

“I’ll...see you around then.”

You think you see Wonwoo’s smile falter slightly, but when you blink he’s already grinning at you. “Okay, bye.”

You turn around and your legs feel like jelly as you walk down the stairs. You have the urge to stop halfway just to cry and you don’t even know why you want to. But you’re running late for your class, so you pick up your pace so no one would steal your seat in the front row. 

Maybe you aren’t sure whether it was worse pretending like nothing happened than just explicitly telling Wonwoo to forget that you ever confessed that you have a huge crush on him. 

You refused to see Wonwoo around after that encounter.

Mingyu invited you to hang out with the boys at Vernon’s place, yet even before he could spill all the details about who’s coming and who’s not, you reject his offer, making an excuse that you still have a case report to finish even though you’ve already submitted that two days ago. 

“You’re not avoiding Wonwoo hyung, are you?” He stares at you as he leans against the door frame of your bedroom. He is dressed so nicely and you want to compliment him but he’s beginning to piss you off again. 

“Mingyu.” You whirl around in your desk chair and stare at him.

Despite your threatening tone, he pushes himself off the doorframe and sits on your bed. “You’re really annoying whenever you start crushing on someone, you know?” 

You don’t say anything and turn around to put your attention back on your laptop. But the next words that escape Mingyu’s lips leave you frozen in your seat.

“I’m actually starting to think what you feel for hyung is more than just a crush. Like, you seriously like him.”

Since when the fuck was Mingyu this perceptive of your feelings? You feel nervous at your discovery, because perceptive Mingyu means he is going to probe into things you usually keep stashed away from your consciousness. He’s known you for so long that he knows that you have troubles when it comes to dating. It’s not because you’ve had extremely bad experiences before—it’s actually the opposite of it. You’ve never been into any romantic relationship because you believe no one’s ever shown interest in you. You let people’s comments about how cold, intimidating, and unapproachable you are get into your head that you are convinced that no one will like you for who you are. You used to be afraid and insecure that you’ll end up alone, but you’re older and busier now and you’ve come to accept that maybe dating and finding someone who loves you in that way won’t ever be meant for you. 

You ignore Mingyu and try your best to focus on reading your lecture notes. You can hear rustling on your bed and you figure that your friend lied down. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I think the two of you look good together.”

Your hands itch and you want to throw your pen at Mingyu, but it’s childish to lash out at him. You roll your eyes instead. “I am starting to think you’re the one who likes Wonwoo, especially with the way you keep bringing him up in our conversation.”

“Why can’t you just be brave for once and acknowledge your feelings? Stop pushing them away. You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” You’re shocked at how fast Mingyu moved from your bed to your desk. He’s so much taller than you and he looks intimidating again with how he towers over you while you timidly sit on your chair. 

“Can we please not talk about this? I don’t want you or me to be in a bad mood. You’re hanging out with the boys soon.” 

“Alright, just answer this one last question before I go.”

You gulp and nod your head because you don’t have any choice left but to concede. 

“Why did you and Wonwoo hyung kiss that night and then act like nothing happened when it’s obviously bothering the both of you? I know you’re not the type to act so recklessly and kiss any random people because romantic relationships are uncharted territory for you but Wonwoo hyung is no stranger so why—”

“Wait, what?” You feel your head spinning and there’s this heavy weight pressing on your chest that goes all the way down to your stomach. You want to throw up.

“What?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You think you give Mingyu the shock of his life with how high the pitch of your voice got. But you belatedly realize that it is probably because of how angry and confused you look like right now.

It is Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes at you. “Don’t use the ‘I-don’t-remember-what-happened’ card on me—”

“No what the fuck seriously, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” There are tears in your eyes and Mingyu gets startled but stays frozen in his spot. You feel so ashamed that whenever you think of Wonwoo you have this urgent need to just break down and cry. Maybe it’s your hormones—you tend to get extremely emotional when you’re nearing your period—or maybe everything about Wonwoo simply makes you sob. 

And then it dawns on you how stupid you were when you got drunk that night. Not only did you casually drop the “I have a crush on you bomb” on Wonwoo but you also kissed him? Kissing someone while drunk is totally out of character for you and you want to slam your head against the wall because you seem to never make any good decision when it involves Wonwoo. 

Your mind is reeling. You begin thinking that Wonwoo hated the confession and the kiss that’s why he never touched on the topic afterwards. Or maybe he wanted to ask you about it when you bumped into each other a few days ago but he sensed that you wanted to run away. Either way, none of you are handling the situation properly (how the fuck are you supposed to handle it anyway?) and you’re afraid that if you don’t do anything about it soon, things are going to get awkward between you two and if not, you’re going to have to live the rest of your life regretting not saying anything and watch Wonwoo move on with his life as if that incident never happened at all. After all, it’s easy to brush it off and say it was a drunken mistake.

The heavy weight on your chest is pressing on you again. Mingyu’s right, you’re always afraid of confronting your own feelings. The moment you realize that you’re catching feelings for someone, you run away even before you can figure out if the person feels the same way or not. So you end up alone, always standing at the side as you watch your friends get into relationships and look so happy. You always walk silently behind one of your friends and their significant other, not wanting to disturb them. You learn to look away without feeling bitter when couples around you share a quick hug or kiss. You get used to sharing a car ride with your friends and their partners, sitting alone in the backseat in the dark as you laugh along with their ridiculous jokes. 

You’re used to being alone while your friends find people who love them unconditionally. You’re happy for them each time it happens—you really are—but sometimes there’s this ugly lump in your throat that forms once your mind starts imagining what it feels like to be in their shoes. And then the dread settles when reality catches on to you and tells you that you won’t ever experience that. 

The first time you bare your heart out even just slightly happens with Wonwoo. You’re upset that you’re drunk when it happened, but you’re also relieved because you aren’t sure if you want to know what else went down that night, if you said more to him, and if he said anything at all. 

It takes you a while before you realize that Mingyu’s wiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes. He’s wrapping his arms at you so tightly and it’s so warm and you want to cry even more when he starts apologizing profusely for being so pushy about the topic. 

The next time you’re invited to hang out with the boys, you don’t have the heart in you to reject the offer again because it’s Soonyoung’s birthday. And although you want to blame the boy for asking that question which started all of this emotional mess inside of you, you have a soft spot for him and you’d hate to see him get sulky around you when you turn him down.

Since the night Mingyu revealed that you and Wonwoo apparently kissed, you’ve only seen the latter twice. The first time was in a coffee shop. You had a thirty-minute break before your next class starts and you were really hungry and sleep-deprived, so you stand in line as you stare at the menu with hazy eyes. As you tap your foot while you glare at the back of the head of the person in front of you, your eyes accidentally look at the source of noise on your right. There,  you see Wonwoo sitting on a table with five other people you don’t know, except for Junhui. You feel your eyes twitch when you realize that a girl was sitting so comfortably close next to Wonwoo and you want to look away but the boy is already looking up at locking eyes with you. You almost pretend you don’t see him—that’s what you always do when you walk past people you know because you don’t have an idea whether you should greet them or not—yet Wonwoo flashes you a small smile before paying attention again to what their group was discussing. 

This heavy feeling in your chest comes back and you’re afraid that the distance between the two of you grows wider sooner than you want to. 

And your fear is further reinforced the second time you see him that same week.  

It’s not like Wonwoo always sits beside you in your art history class to keep you company inside the large lecture hall. It probably happened only five times because on most meetings, either Wonwoo comes later than you and there is already someone else sitting next to you, or you spot him sitting at the back of the room and you refuse to go all the way to his row because you prefer being closer to the front. Yet what hurts this time around is you arrive earlier than Wonwoo and you’re sitting alone in your row again but when he arrives, his eyes don't even search the lecture hall for you like he used to, and instead he walks up straight to the back of the room. No one sits next to you for the whole period and even though it usually didn’t bother you, you left the class feeling like shit because someone always used to make you feel less lonely. 

So far, Soonyoung’s birthday celebration is going well. You and Wonwoo shared polite smiles but for most of the night, you mingled with completely separate people. Mingyu no longer gives you knowing glances because he still feels guilty about making you cry, but you brush off his very cautious attitude around you and just choose to stick by his side the whole night. 

You don’t know where things went wrong but as the night deepened, you suddenly found yourself sitting on one of the benches in the backyard alone with Wonwoo. And you’re drunk, again. 

You’re stupidly laughing at Soonyoung who looks like he is on the verge of crying as he defended himself in a game of mafia. You are the first one to get killed because the first round is boring and they randomly decided to gang up on you, so you leave the circle and head back to the kitchen to get more soju to drink. When you come back, Wonwoo is already eliminated and he’s sitting on the bench you mentally reserved for you to occupy alone. 

You’re too exhausted to avoid him so you sit on the bench either way. “I called dibs on this bench first.”

Wonwoo pushes up his eyeglasses. “Your name isn’t written here.”

You snort and drink from the bottle. You don’t say anything else and just watch the rest of your friends accuse and betray one another. You think that Wonwoo does the same and you turn to him to check his reaction when Mingyu sets himself up to get killed by the rest but your heart drops when you realize that the boy is already staring at you. “What?”

“Did you mean it last time?” 

And there it was again—the urge to run away. The beating of your heart against your chest drowns the loud yelling of the boys and you can only focus on Wonwoo’s unreadable face. He’s really beautiful and it’s upsetting. 

You tear your eyes from him to look up at the clear night sky. You wonder if you should just bite the bullet and be honest with your feelings this time. You’re shitscared you’re going to fuck this up so you down some more soju before replying. Your voice suddenly sounds so small. “It’s just a crush. Sorry if I’m making you feel uncomfortable about it.”

It was silent for a while and you brace yourself for the worst, for the part where Wonwoo admits he did feel uncomfortable and says that it’s better that they just forget about it. You prepare to take a deep breath to prevent tears from forming as you absentmindedly listen to Wonwoo turn you down. But it doesn’t happen.

“Do you tend to kiss people you crush on?” Wonwoo’s eyes are still on you and you really want to hide now. 

“I’m sorry about that,” you mutter quickly. Your grip on the bottle tightens because you can feel that you’re trembling. “I don’t have a clear memory of that happening but nonetheless I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

Wonwoo scoots closer to you and you want to put some distance but the armrest stops you from doing so. He is sitting too close to you and you hate how it feels like your senses have been dialed up to eleven. Even without looking, you can feel his intense gaze on you, his warmth lightly touching you, his breath fanning your face, everything. “But did you mean it?” 

You let out a shaky breath. Mingyu’s voice saying you’ll get hurt if you keep pushing your feelings away rings loudly in your ears. You’re already in your twenties and you should be more mature in talking your feelings out but you’re just so so afraid of everything. Wonwoo’s just asking you a question but it feels like you’re going to be executed if you say the wrong answer. Never in your life have you ever been honest with your feelings towards anyone. You have yet to face rejection because you would never say anything, but you know you won’t like the taste of it. 

You stare at Wonwoo and you realize once again that you never make good decisions whenever it involves him. To hell with it. 

“Yes.”

For a fleeting moment you’re afraid Wonwoo didn’t hear you because your voice was barely above a whisper, but what happens next makes you drop your soju bottle on the grass. 

Wonwoo’s lips are on yours and the way you’re holding on to his jacket for dear life brings you back to a distant yet familiar memory, one where you’re clinging on to Wonwoo’s shoulders as he cups your face in his hands and kisses you breathless. You can faintly remember that Saturday night, how you and Wonwoo separated from the group after your drunken confession. If you try harder maybe you’d remember what words were exchanged between the two of you before you tiptoed and placed your lips on his, but the way Wonwoo’s gently biting on your lower lip right now while caressing your sides makes your brain swim inside your skull. You decide not to think anymore and relax yourself against him, kissing him back with the same fervor. You decide to ignore the howling noises your friends are making while Wonwoo kisses you harder as if he hasn’t already been doing that. You decide to focus on his lips on yours and his arms wrapped tightly around you, because that’s all that matters. 

You still think you’re dreaming because after that kiss, you and Wonwoo don’t exchange that much words except you finally having the courage to tell him how much he makes you feel happy and less lonely, how much you want to know him better, and how much you don’t want him to be so far from you. You remember Wonwoo reciprocating, saying that he’s been interested in you ever since Mingyu introduced you to the boys. You look shocked when he says that, and he pouts when he realizes that aside from the kiss that Saturday night, you also don’t remember him confessing to you. And then you feel like shit for handling this mess improperly, so you kiss him again as a form of apology. Wonwoo kisses you back to tell you that it’s fine. 

A large pillow hitting the side of your head snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to glare at Mingyu who is leaning against your doorframe. “Was that necessary?”

Your friend rolls his eyes at you and enters your room to pick the pillow up from the floor. “Yes, because you look stupid smiling alone.”

You snatch the pillow from his hands and smack him upside the head. “You’re annoying.”

“Thanks, you’re such a lovely friend. After everything I’ve done for you,” Mingyu pouts. You pay no attention to his annoying face so he turns to leave but stops when the doorbell rings. You freeze and look up at your friend. 

“Oh yeah, I invited your boyfriend over.” 

“Without telling me?!” You hastily stand up from your chair to put on a hoodie and fix your hair, cursing Mingyu in the process for acting like he also lives in your apartment, inviting people over whenever he wants to. 

“I said I was going back home over the weekend and I thought you would be lonely in your apartment without me bothering you, so I invited Wonwoo to keep you entertained.” There’s a smirk on his face and you push him out of your room until you reach the main door of your place. 

“You’re fucking annoying,” you pinch Mingyu’s side and he yelps as you open the door to kick him out. You don’t feel sorry when he bumps into Wonwoo in the process. 

“You’re so ungrateful!” Mingyu fixes his shirt and pats Wonwoo on the back. “Take care of her hyung. I’ll see you both around!” 

When your best friend finally disappears down the hall, you let Wonwoo into your place. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he echoes.

You smile up at him as you grab his hand. You’re convinced you’re still dreaming, but when Wonwoo brings your hand to his lips to place featherlight kisses on your knuckles, you wake up and then the heavy weight on your chest disappears. Reality catches on to you and tells you that everything will be alright, because Wonwoo’s here. 

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