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Noel: I think Misha isn't gonna talk to Ricky after this- ouch.

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Not Falling For Your ‘Jeojangs’

Wanna One’s Park Jihoon X Reader [fem ver] Lee Daehwi ver Fluff Word count: 3270 • as much as you love your best friend, Park Jihoon, you’re not super impressed by his job choice for the summer • and the fact that his new job involves interacting with other customers in the most heart racing manner • but he’s your best friend? That’s all he’ll ever be, right? ;) hey anon, I hope you still like this even though I added bff - bf even though it wasn’t mentioned by you but I had to come up with a plot. ( I am so cliche I shld quit ) You can re request when my request box opens again! Thank you, anon. - admin L __________ When your best friend - whom you had known since middle school and of nine years - Park Jihoon, told you that he applied for a job at the new flower boy cafe near your house, you laughed and told him not to joke about things like that. You nearly shoved him off his bed when he said he was serious about the matter. “What? Y/N, you don’t think I’ll make a good flower boy?” He exclaimed, mildly offended. “Yah! All my hyungs call me the flower boy.” “Full offence but Sungwoon is the flower boy,” you replied, pulling up your phone to show Jihoon photos from Sungwoon’s latest photo shoot. “I mean, look at that. This is pictorial evidence. How are you the main flower boy? Once, you wore a yellow t-shirt and daisy patterned pants. I think that’s the closest-” “Okay! Thanks for the information,” Jihoon shouted, the tips of his ears going red when you brought up his dark past and terrible fashion sense. “Okay, but seriously, why do you want to work there? Didn’t you say you were traveling for this break?” You took a sip of Jihoon’s drink before planting the bottle back on his bedside table. Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip and Jihoon caught that, he shifted his gaze as heat rose to his face. 

“I mean, I am but it’s only for a week so I have the rest of the time to go work and earn some money. What about you, what’s my favourite girl going to do?” He reached for his drink but you swiftly lifted it out of his reach. Jihoon wasn’t that tall. ( is he? idk, let’s just pretend you’re tall af too ) I’m his ‘favourite girl’. Why is my heart beating so fast because of that? I thought I moved on from my crush on him. Why do I still feel like this? Truthfully, you couldn’t move on. It seemed like there was no better guy than your best friend, at least in your school or even your neighbourhood. There wasn’t that… connection you found with Jihoon and it puzzled you. “Am I not your only girl?” You pointed out, drinking his drink again. Jihoon rolled his eyes but sighed and agreed. “It’s a good thing though, I can’t seem to click with anyone else.” He waddled across his bed to where you lounged and tried to snatch his bottled drink again. You tried to suppress the emotions rising within you. Y/N, calm down. Calm down. Don’t be like this. “Yah, the flower boy cafe is only going to get customers because you’re working there. The whole school has a crush on you, Jihoon. They’ll flock there because ‘Jihoon Oppa!’ is there,” you imitated a higher pitched squeal of a Freshman infatuated with Park Jihoon. Jihoon was not even the slightest bit impressed, in fact, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. “God, why am I even friends with you. Yah! You don’t even call me oppa, I’m older than you.” You blinked. “By like two months. It doesn’t count. Unless you’re into some kinky shit….then…..I gotta call Guanlin to come collect your ass.” Jihoon blushed tomato red and tossed a pillow at you. “Yah! Don’t do this to me!” He wailed dramatically. Going back to his question, you responded, “Well, probably not much. Maybe get work at my uncle’s flower shop nearby so I can feed your flower boy reputation.” It actually sounded like a decent idea, at least better than the original one which was lazing around your house and moping over Jihoon. Jihoon placed a hand on the small of your back comfortingly, smiling. “I just hope that this Summer will be filled with fun and good memories for us both. It’s our… tenth? summer spent as friends. Toast to that!” He made you laugh and you proceeded to pass his drink back to him. He frowned when you wrenched it back. “Can I get a kiss first?” You teased. “Come on. Practice your fan service, flower boy.” A pang shot through your chest at the thought of Jihoon kissing random people for his job. It’s his job, Y/N! No strings attached! It’s for his job, he has to if they request, you assured but it didn’t make you feel any better. Jihoon pressed a quick peck to your cheek and held out his hand for his drink. You passed it back to him reluctantly, fingers brushing and a million sparks ignited in you. “Are you staying for dinner? You know you’re always welcome here,” he grinned. Shaking your head and getting off from his bed, you replied, “No, I’m sorry. My parents want me back home.” It was a lie, they allowed you to stay simply because they were super close to the Park family too. Jihoon’s smile faltered but he nodded understandingly. “Okay, I’ll walk you back.” That, you couldn’t deny. … Ever since that day, you prayed that his application would be denied since half the high school’s population had also applied to work there but of course, the universe held something against you and Jihoon was one of the few successful applicants. It was two in the morning when he called you to tell you about the wonderful news. The worst part was that you had to pretend you weren’t breaking on the inside, maintaining for cheerful tone despite tears running down your face and onto your pillow. You felt silly for crying over such a filial matter but you couldn’t stop the tears. You spent nights thinking about his tender words and loving gazes directed towards you and now they would be for someone else. Not to mention any of his crazy aegyo. You hated it yet you wanted it. It was selfish, so to take things off your mind, you approached your aunt and uncle and asked if you could work for them at their flower shop. They happily agreed and worked things out with your parents. Your aunt patted your back. “Your cousin could learn a thing or two from you. All she wants to do this Summer is visit that new flower boy cafe,” she complained, shaking her head in disapproval. “She says her friend, Jihoon? Is working there and she’s going to support him but I don’t buy her lies.” Jihoon? Her friend? Puh-lease. You’re a Freshman, we are Juniors, stay in your league. “Oh. Jihoon is… actually my best friend so…” “Good lord! Please don’t mention her to him. She shouldn’t be thinking so much about boys ( charli XCX hurh hurh ) at such a young age. I doubt he would take interest in a Freshman anyways,” your aunt commented which drew a nod in agreement from you. But it was clear cut that people were already targeting your best friend’s heart and hopefully none of them shoot a bullseye. “I would, however, approve of you dating him though,” she said a while later. “It’d be cute.” “What? Me? Him?” You spluttered, large eyes growing wider in shock, nearly trimming a flower off of its stem. Your aunt nodded, beaming. “Yes, why not. I’ve seen the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. It’s cute, to be honest.” Reluctantly, you shook your head. “I don’t think so. Everyone likes him and I’m only his best friend….” you trailed off, talking about it only made you feel miserable. “Ahhh, that can change. I know you’re going to say something like ‘If he liked me, he would do something’ but no, who says he has to make the first move. It’s up to you, do what you want but you should. Y/N, remember, love can’t kill you.” ( life advice from yours truly™ ) … Great, just wonderful. You thought as you exited the shopping mall only to meet a downpour. ( sobs bc IOI ) 

It was the second week of the holidays and so far, all had been well. The only thing that stood in your way was the rain. See, your uncle had sent you to grab lunch from the mall nearby but you didn’t exactly foresee it raining on a sunny day like this one. Of course, the only time you needed an umbrella was the time you never had one. To make matters worse, it was Summer so you didn’t have a hoodie or anything remotely shielding with you. You were dressed in Summer attire and a gust of cold with made you shiver. Whatever, I can run through this. It irked you when your sneakers splashed into a puddle so you were suffering in this weather. Rain pelted heavily on you and soon, you were drenched from head to toe. Okay, what kind of weather is this? It’s supposed to be Summer! If only Jihoon was with me, he’d- No! Stop thinking about him! You dashed across the road and without even looking at the signboard, ducked under a colourful awning. Relieved you had found shelter, you checked your pockets for your phone. Only to find that it wasn’t there but left on the counter in your break room. A groan emitted from you and you sank to the floor, tucking your knees to your chest. Keep it together. Keep it together, Y/N. You’re okay now. It’s fine. You’re fine. You breathed in deeply before standing up, reading to make a couple more dashes through the storm back to the flower shop. What shop is this anyway? Is it new? I haven’t seen it before. You did a double take when you saw the sign and let out another series of wails. People passing by were wondering if they needed to call a priest for extortion. Of course, of course, it has to be the damn flower boy cafe. I hope Jihoon doesn’t see me. He’s probably- Damn these glass panels! You didn’t know whether to be happy or sink into despair when your eyes locked with familiar, large brown orbs. It was seconds before the front door burst open and Jihoon emerged, mouth hanging open in shock. “Y/N!” You smiled sheepishly, fully aware that your shirt was sticking to your body like second skin and your hair resembled that of a wet poodle. “Hi?” “Oh my god! What happened? Are you okay? Come inside!” He shouted above the pitter patter of the rain, bundling you up and practically shoving you inside the cafe. Ignoring all the curious stares, Jihoon yelled a few words to his co-workers as he pushed open the door to his break room and pulled you inside. He snatched a towel from Ha Sungwoon’s bag - because that boy has everything - and wrapped it around your shivering form. “T-thanks,” you stammered out, partially because of the cold, partially because of your close proximity. He passed you one of his hoodies from his locker, you supposed it was another one to add to your collections. Jihoon often called you to go shopping and whilst browsing for outerwear, he would rant endlessly about how his hoodies kept disappearing but he never noticed the fact that you wore a different one every time you were over at his place. He insisted it was his sasaeng fans, you smacked his arm lightly, shaking your head. “Why? Y/N, do you not think I’m popular enough to have fans? Believe me, I am. Daewhi told me that there’s a fan account for me on Instagram. Wanna see?” He argued, pulling up his Instagram account. That memory made you smile. Suddenly, you realised Jihoon had left and that you were all alone in the break room. You continued to towel dry yourself as best as you could, making a mental reminder to wash and return the towel to Sungwoon. If you dug deeper into his bag, you would find a hairdryer. You sighed and shook your head, wondering why he would need a hairdryer at work. … Outside, Jihoon was hurriedly preparing hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and marshmallows, just the strange way you liked it. Ong Seongwoo and Kim Jaewhan sniggered at his antics. “Y/N is a special girl to him. He would never do anything like this for anyone,” Jaehwan mused and Seongwoo agreed. Lee Daewhi raised his eyebrows when Jihoon charged the hot chocolate to his own credit card. “Hyung never really treats us to anything…Y/N must be really precious to him,” he murmured, Jaewhan and Seongwoo hummed in response, all curious about you. Bae Jinyoung grabbed Jihoon’s wrist just as he was about to leave with a tray of strawberry cake for a customer. “Are  you going to tell Y/N you like her?” Jihoon could only stare at his shoes. “I don’t know. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Besides, she has been getting close to Guanlin recently.” Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “Y/N’s cousin has been ranting all over her blog that she spent nights crying over you and is pretty much in love with you. Do the right thing,” he hissed. Jihoon nodded but he couldn’t bring himself to. He liked you too much to ruin the close friendship he had with you. It hurts but if it’s for Y/N, I would bear with it. I can’t risk damaging our closeness and stopping her from entering into potential relationships. It isn’t that boys aren’t interested in her, she just seems to brush them off. So, that means that she probably has someone in mind. He set the plates down on the table neatly and turned to rush into the room but the customer grabbed his arm. “Oppa? Can you do some aegyo for me?” She asked. Upon request, Jihoon half-heartedly performed his ‘kku kka kaa’ with a fake smile but it elicited squeals of joy from the girl anyway. He didn’t realise the pair of glossy eyes watching him from behind a door. It isn’t a big deal, Y/N. Why are you getting so worked up over it. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jihoon’s entrance, you glanced up to have a proper look at him and nearly laughed. Sitting on his head was a gorgeous crown of flowers that you could easily replicate. “You look like a flower prince,” you blurted out without thinking twice. “What?” Jihoon blinked, not catching whatever you had said. “I said, this towel could use a rinse.” You gestured to Sungwoon’s damp towel that you were attempting to dry with his hairdryer. “Ahhh. It’s okay. I’ll take it home to wash. Oh, you look good in my hoodies, you can keep it I guess. Just return to me whenever,” he said, placing your mug of hot chocolate on the table. “Mhm. Thank you, it’s really good. Oh, I’m sorry! I’m probably disturbing your work and all!” You apologised, hands flying to cover your mouth. Jihoon smiled. “Nah. I’m about to knock off soon anyway.” Tell her! Just tell her! There were instances in that conversation where he nearly did but the words got stuck in his throat at the last minute. So, once the rain had cleared, he watched you walk back to the florist in his hoodie but without knowing the truth. Jinyoung was disappointed, to say the least. … The next time, you actually came willingly to the flower boy cafe. You felt extremely bad about that whole incident and decided to bring a bouquet of flowers for Jihoon to thank him. And a new flower crown. Simply because the ones he wore were fake and he deserved a better one. You also wanted to return Sungwoon his towel, it was pretty embarrassing you held onto it for the entire weekend. Ong Seongwoo was right at your service the second you entered the cafe even though you asked for Jihoon. He apologised and said that Jihoon was too busy with his tables. Seongwoo leaned closer., “Truthfully, it’s to get under his skin,” he whispered, chuckling. You took an immediate liking to Seongwoo already. Playing along, you hyped up his 'aegyo’ and jokes. He was a visual but also a gag. You were enjoying your time at the flower boy cafe more than you thought you would. You watched Lee Daewhi pretty much throw away his entire ego and reputation as THE president of Brand New High School’s renowned English Language Drama and Debate Society for a girl, it was entertaining, he was so smitten with her. Unlike Daewhi, Jihoon only noticed your presence when he raced past with multiple trays, he grinned but it fell when he saw Seongwoo approach with your orders. There wasn’t much he could do anyway. You sat in your plush armchair and read a book, slowly sipping your drink and munching on a couple of delicious cookies. Eventually, the hours passed and Jihoon was finally able to breathe. He approached your table, almost skipping towards you. “Y/N! You are saved in my heart!” ( park jeojang strikes ) You looked up from the page you were on and raised a perfectly plucked brow. “I’m not falling for your awful aegyo,” you shot back. I’ve fallen for the other things about you. You don’t need to use your aegyo on me. There’s so much more to you than just your looks. Jihoon pouted and made a crying action with his hands. “I’m hurt!” If he were in a cartoon, there would be a dark cloud hanging over his head. You gestured for him to come closer as you fished around in your bag for his new, fresh, flower crown. “Show me your best aeygo. I have a gift for you.” Jihoon formed finger hearts and brought them to his lips, kissing them and offering them to you. “I love you.” Stop it! You’re going to make me cry. I wish you meant it. You half smiled but slipped his fake flower crown off and replaced it with the one you slaved on. “It looks so much better on you,” you complimented. “How are you so good looking?” “What?” Jihoon used his hand to cup his ear. “I didn’t catch that.” You furrowed your brow. “I said Ong Seongwoo is good looking!” You yelled loud enough for Seongwoo to hear and he gladly sent a flying kiss your way. Jihoon huffed and frowned, clearly unimpressed with your answer but his expression changed to one of pure joy and surprise when you produced the bouquet. He plucked a small flower and tucked it into his pocket. “I-I just want to thank you for the other time…where I interrupted your work and all. Pretty…embarrassing of me,” you admitted, face turning red. Jihoon opened his mouth to respond but you clamped your hand over his lips. “J-just let me say something? I’ll let you talk later.” There’s no going back now. “I like you.” You confessed. “Like…more than a friend.” “I’m sorry, what?” Jihoon questioned, his jaw wide open. “Say that again.” Oh my god! He doesn’t like me back. You could feel your heart slowly starting to crack and you stifled tears. “I like Ong Seongwoo.” “She said she likes you, Park Jihoon!” Seongwoo and Sungwoon yelled before high-fiving each other. Daewhi almost squealed. You couldn’t help but allow the tears to flow. “I-I’m sorry-” “Don’t be. I like you too. Let’s date,” Jihoon admitted, grabbing your hands. “Y/N, don’t cry.” He dabbed a soft tissue to your face. “You’re saved in my-” “I didn’t fall for your jeojangs. I fell for you.” You hissed, mildly ashamed as he dried more tears. Jihoon’s grin only grew wider. “I know, that’s why I like you even more.”