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iamsonyeondone · 7 years ago

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secret little dancer

*˙˚○ park woojin x reader

*˙˚○ enemies to lovers!park woojin

*˙˚○ fluff!! and tbh i dont know if you can call it angsty??

*˙˚○ 3.3k words

*˙˚○ requested by @wanna1orwanna11

(gif does not belong to me!!)

"Honey, I need to go unpack some things and give your little brother a more comfortable place to take his nap, so why don't you go play with our new neighbors? That kid seems pretty cool if you ask me," Your mother smiled sweetly before returning her attention to the piles of boxes she had to unpack with your dad. Your family had just moved into a new neighborhood, seeing as their previous home wasn’t big enough to raise a family with two hyper kids in a tiny apartment in the city.

Being the eccentric little 7 year old, you skipped your way to your new neighbor, excited about making a new friend. But once you had gone out of your way to greet him kindly just as what your mother would instruct you to do, he ignored you and continued to play with his little action figures as if you didn't even exist. But you didn't give up just yet, thinking that this kid was just shy and needed a little push to open up. Once he opened his mouth, you were elated to see that he was finally going to respond to you but poor little naive you didn't see what was coming next.

"You're annoying me. Go away," He spouted, shooting up from his sitting position in his front yard and walking away where you wouldn't be able to disturb his little imaginary adventure. You took his words to heart, accepting his words as a declaration of war and that the both of you had become sworn enemies at that exact moment. Who knew kids could hold onto grudges? "Mom, where's my black socks? I put it beside my bag just a few minutes ago!" You whined, your feet bouncing on the ground from the nervousness that welled up inside you. You didn't want to be late for the third time that week, especially when it would taint your only decent record that year.

"Check underneath your bag, honey. Also don't forget to bring your brother along. You forgot about him yesterday," Your mother shouts from the kitchen as she washed the dishes. Once you caught the sight of your socks peeking from underneath your bag, you heaved a sigh of relief and slipped them on before you called your brother down from school.

"Look who's finally up," Woojin scoffs, already walking down the pavement to school as he eyed you and your brother.

"Hey, what's up hyung!" Guanlin exclaimed, rushing towards your enemy with opening arms. Sometimes you wished your brother was that nice to you as when he was with Woojin. Well, everyone seemed to like Woojin except you. In fact, girls would swoon over his charms and his dancing skills whenever he performed. But you could never see him that way, especially with how he has been so despicably rude towards you ever since the both of you first met. The both of you just never clicked.

Once the boys were too occupied with whatever conversation they had going, you slipped past them and walked as fast as your legs could carry. Not only were you worried about your grades but you were just not accepting of being in the same vicinity as him - his presence could make your blood boil just by the sight of him and you weren't going to let him ruin your day today.

"(Y/N)!" Jihoon calls you over once you step into your next class. Once you had finally settled down in the seat next to his, it was protocol that the both of you catch up with the latest gossip from your previous classes before your teacher arrived. Spilling tea was your specialty.

"You know I have a feeling Woojin finally has a crush on someone. I know the dude doesn't talk about girls much, except for BoA of course, but he's been saying and asking really weird things about how I flirt with girls," Jihoon rambles on until a topic finally traveled through your ears.

"Wait, do you mean The Park Woojin? That kid's not going to make it, even if he tried. He's such a rude prick!" You furrowed your eyebrows, recalling all the moments that Woojin had bluntly called you names and how he would stare holes through your soul as if you owed him a million dollars.

"But (Y/N), you do know he has a fan club right? And if your blabbering mouth continues , those girls over there that's staring you down right now, will punch you six feet into the ground," Jihoon was now whispering, his eyes slowly traveling to the group of girls and back to you. Even though Jihoon was known for being manly yet cute, no one had the courage to go against those girls, even if someone bet a million dollars to agitate them. With the roll of your eyes you turned around to look into their direction to meet their intense gaze on you. Sure, they were scarily intimidating but you also pitied them for being infatuated with a guy that had worse manners than an animal. Before you could flip a finger at them, your teacher comes rushing in, a wave of ' I'm sorry' s filling the room as she fumbles with her tall stack of papers.

In a blink of an eye, school hours had finally ended, leaving you to head over to the Music Club where you get to unwind from all the relentless studying you had been doing for the past few days. You slide the door open to see no one there, a great opportunity for you to practice your own songs without being bombarded with questions on how you started or if they could give your songs a try. You placed your belongings to the side, fetching your notebook full of your ideas and headed over to the piano. After going through some simple melodies as a starter, you flipped your notebook onto a page where you had been meticulously working on for the past few weeks.

You didn't notice the shadow by the door frame when you were attempting to belt your high notes and nail them, repeating the line over again before continuing with the next. Even with the figure swaying to the rhythm, you still hadn't realised their presence and before you knew it, they were dancing on the spot, their fluid movements matching your soothing music.

"Hey Woo- whoah where is he going?" You hear JInyoung's voice by the door, the sound caught you off guard as you pressed a wrong key before shooting a glance towards his direction. Jinyoung's expression matched yours, confused and shocked written all over both your faces. He walked over to you, still glancing at the door as if he had a weird sighting just a few hours ago.

"Hi (Y/N), I hope your practicing for our upcoming performances and not a concert of your own," He joked, looking over your notebook to see the lyrics you had written down. Although you hated having watchful eyes scanning your work, you didn't mind it when it was with JInyoung - he was always giving back feedback and and tips whenever you were stuck with a line or unsure with what key suited the line best.

"What do you mean concert, Baejin. I could barely even make a song," You chuckled, shutting it close once the members came rushing in.

"You didn't see your little dancer back there?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Ok you're being delusional and scaring me. I've been the only person in this room before you came in," You explained, tucking your book back into your bag as you fetched your other book that was only used for your club activities. At that moment, Jinyoung knew not to continue on any further and ushered you to join the group before club activities started. He cracked a smile as he shook his head before he gathered the members and did his usual briefing routine as the club’s president.

Days passed by and now a month had flown by in a blink of an eye. You headed for the music room once again, eager to finally polish up your song since your performances with the Music Club had finally ceased. But you were greeted with Jinyoung's figure in the room, practicing his vocals with his favorite songs.

"It's weird to see you being earlier than me," You teased, taking out your notebook once again, it being a routine for you.

"My teacher gave us the wrong experiment to do and almost lit the whole school on fire so he cancelled the class half way since we're done with the topic for the week," He chuckled, remembering the chaos back at the lab. Once you took your seat at the piano, Jinyoung takes a seat next to you, requesting that the both of you should do a duet on your song together. You quickly agreed, excited to see the outcome as you took your phone from your pocket and readied the recording app.

After finally getting the perfect recording, you hugged him tightly, extremely grateful for the efforts he had willingly put in to help you. But when you were facing the entrance in the process of showering Jinyoung with compliments and squeezing the life out of him in the process, you see a familiar face standing right there, obviously not happy with how close you were with a guy you considered a friend. He never seemed happy whenever you were around anyway. WIth a scoff, Woojin walked away from your sight. But it wasn't his appearance that shocked you the most but the rose that you caught sight of in the midst of it. Who was that for?

"You finally saw your little dancer, huh?" Jinyoung asked once you broke away from the hug, your expression not matching your bubbly attitude just a few seconds ago. The gears in your head whirred and you tried to register what your friend had just said. And then you connected the dots. Woojin had been passing by ever since Jinyoung mentioned the ‘little dancer’.

You were now running, your lungs tightening with every step you took. You had almost scanned the entire school grounds, your legs now aching from the multiple flights of stairs you had taken. Worry and confusion swelled in your chest as a wave of questions overwhelmed you. Had he really been coming over for the past month, to see you sing your heart out? Now that you thought about it, heat crawled up your cheeks as you pat them harshly to slap the warmth away, the actions obviously doing no good to you. Even though you weren’t sure about why you were chasing him down, your heart was pulling you to do so, and taking control of your legs as your mind became a jumbled mess of questions and theories. You had one area left to search and you weren't giving up just yet.

Once you opened the door to the rooftop, your heart began to pound at the sight of Woojin. His back hunched as he folded his arms on the railings, the rose now no where in sight. How were you going to approach him? You were too busy thinking about the possibilities of finding him that you didn't think things through. But you had to do something, you needed answers to all your questions, to clear your clouded thoughts and to finally make sense of the past events. Why would Woojin, the kid that hated your guts, come by the music room more than once? The both of you had the mutual agreement to avoid contact with one another at all costs. But could it be that the rose was for someone else? No, it couldn't be. You were always the first person to arrive at the music room, even people knew you for being so passionate with your hobby so it wasn't possible for Woojin to go to the music room if he knew you were the first thing he would see.

You closed the door behind you, the old entrance screeching as it shut closed. With that, his attention was now on you, his back straightened in an awkward manner as he clenched his fists tight from embarrassment. You didn't know what to do either now that his eyes were now on you, this time not staring daggers through you but instead you see a vulnerable softness in his eyes you had never seen before. Your legs turn weak at the unexpected turn of events but you had to stand your guard. This guy had always been on your nerves since day 1. It wasn't possible for someone to change out of the blue.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice nearly got swept by the strong winds that brushed the rooftop.

"I could ask the same to you. Why were you at the music room back there? If you needed to confess to a girl, grow a pair and call her out instead of hiding in the shadows. I didn't know you had a thing for one of my members," You stated, checking to see if all your frazzled thoughts about him and you were just a misunderstanding. Woojin chuckled at your words, not the kind that you do out of embarrassment but the kind where anger boils in your veins as you try to suppress it. He returns his attention to the dark clouds in the distance, not wanting to face you and the absurdities that you had tumbled right out of your mouth.

"If you have nothing else to say and just want to get on my nerve, I suggest you leave before you regret it," He shouts in the midst of the strong winds that almost had you stumbling.

"I've been regretting almost all of my time here since I met you, what else is there that could top it all?" You scoffed, folding your arms not only to hold in the concoction of feelings swirling in the pit of your stomach but also the cold breeze that didn't seem to settle. Your words left Woojin speechless, unable to hit you back with a witty remark as he silently watched the dark clouds approach. After a minute of the howling winds filling the void of silence between the both of you, a thunder cracks, frightening you as you held onto your ears, the sound making your heart pound right through your chest. Woojin heard your cry, looking back at you with an unfamiliar look in his eyes to see you crouching on the ground, curled up into a ball. After the next thunder boomed, you flinched, your sobs flowing like a relentless wave.

Seeing you in a weak state, all curled up and vulnerable, sent a pang of pain right through his chest. Instinctively, he removed his jacket and wrapped it around you. After fetching his phone and earpiece from his pocket, he places the earbuds in your ear and silenced the terrifying sounds of the upcoming storm with a melody you were familiar with. It was a recording of you singing and playing the piano to your own song and for a second, your heart beat increased for an entirely different reason. With your tear-stained cheeks, you looked up to see Woojin directly in front of you and you couldn't believe your eyes when you see a charming yet sheepish smile adorning his face as his snaggletooth peeked out from behind his lips. And then the both of you finally clicked.

"I'll help you get back home, it's still pouring out there and I don't think you want to camp over here," Woojin suggests as he takes his umbrella from his bag and unwinding it before pulling it up to shelter the both of you. You still had his jacket engulfing you and an earbud still attached to your ear while the other hung around your shoulder so that you could hear his words, but more to his voice that had turned surprisingly soft and soothing to your ears. If it weren't for his help, you would still be on the rooftop, shivering in fear as your feet was stubborn to move. And reminiscing the rare smile on his face at that moment, warmed up your cheeks, the cold now long forgotten.

Your once usual walk home felt excruciatingly long as your shoulders brushed one another every once in a while. You had never been this close to Woojin and neither did he, especially since the both of you hated each other's guts before the whole embarrassing ordeal of your fear of thunder had happened just a while ago. You could feel that Woojin was tense about the situation as well, his shoulders being terribly stiff as he remained completely silent.

"Woojin?" You murmured, keeping your eyes on the pavement ahead as Woojin hummed in question.

"Why do you hate me so much?" You questioned as you awaited his reply, not sure of what to expect from your first actual conversation with him. Although this felt extremely unfamiliar and new to you, it felt like you could finally relax and it was definitely not something you would want to change. You swore to hate him until you met your death bed but that was when you were just a kid who knew nothing better about how friendships were made.

"I don't hate you, I thought you started hating me first since all you did was give me a stink eye ever since you moved in next door," He answered frankly, his posture now relaxing. He didn't hate you? Then what was all that attitude back in the days? Was this all a misunderstanding? Woojin chuckled at your expression - you were wide-eyed and your jaw dropped to the ground.

"B-but you said I was annoying and even shooed me away. I'm pretty sure my ears were in perfect condition,"

"(Y/N), I was talking to my action figures for goodness sake. What made you think I would shoo away my neighbor? I walked away because I wanted to put away the figurine that I was ‘shooing away’. And now that you made me explain it, 7 year old me seemed wild," He laughed reminiscing the moment the both of you first met. "I was planning to finally grow a pair and get back to you after I kept it away but you were gone once I stepped outside,"

"O-oh. I'm sorry, I guess little me took things too far, huh? Also... I have another question. Who was that rose for?" You looked up towards him now, completely comfortable once you knew the fact that Woojin didn't have any intentions of hurting your feelings. You also couldn't help the need to clear your thoughts and to finally piece things together.

"...You really want to find out?" He asks, stopping dead in his tracks as he sheltered the both of you. You stared back into his eyes, unable to determine the emotion that was swimming in them. With a quick nod of your head, Woojin took a step forward, reducing the distance between the two of you as his face inched closer to yours. Surprisingly, you weren't moving away and instead reducing the distance on your part as well. But before your lips were centimeters away from his, he drops his head to your ear, his warm breath tickling your ear. "It's you, idiot," He chuckled as he backed away and revealed the same smile you had begun to crave. As your ears began to heat up along with your cheeks, you were flustered and bothered with the way Woojin had managed to string you along with his actions. And in an instant, you pulled his collar down, your lips colliding as sparks exploded in your chest.

Woojin was taken aback by your sudden action but soon followed suit as he deepened the kiss, cradling your neck with his hand. You parted away from him as you tried to catch your breath and let the overwhelming load of information sink in. As you looked back up to see Woojin's face, you manage to catch the sight of his flushed cheeks and the obvious wide and goofy smile that was plastered on his face.

"I hate you so much," You chuckled, leaning your head on his chest, taking in deep breaths to calm your pounding heart.

"It's not that hard to say I like you, y'know?" He teased as he engulfed you in his embrace, his arms warming you up to your core as he protected you from the relentless pouring rain. So much for being eternal enemies.

A/N : I got lazy with trying to bold the dialogues so i guess my format will stay this way (-_-) I hope you guys liked this!! I had to rewrite it so many times because I kept having ideas that seemed more suitable?? Anyways, I hope all you sweet beans are having a nice day/afternoon/evening/night and if you didn’t, I hope this post helped and you could always swing by my ask if you need help <3

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