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writingmeraki · 5 months

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the proposition of us — k.mg drabble.

❝ in which mingyu realises he hates the idea of you going out on a date with your crush more than he hates you.

( or a date with your crush, alleged crush, makes you think that perhaps you don't actually know how you feel. )

pairing : frenemy/menace! mingyu x reader, frenemies to ?? genre : fluff, a little angsty and a whole bunch of attempted humour. warnings : cussing, bickering, mingyu is down bad to the point he doesn't actually acknowledge how much he likes reader, oblivious reader.

a/n : a very very late birthday gift to my darling, I love you so much 💌 I hope u all like this randomness that sprouted while I was literally showering <3 !! i have a love hate relationship with this but! menace mingyu for the win ( although it is very less here i'll admit ) anyways let me know what you think!!

word count : 1.8k

Wonseok was good.

Great even.

The best actually.

But was he the best for you?

For a long time, that's what you'd concluded.

His looks were definitely as though Aphrodite herself crafted him and his sharp jawline, perfectly shaped nose, eyes as bright as if diamonds were specifically embedded in them.

Or maybe you were just way too infatuated with him because when you told Chaewon you finally are going on a date with him, all she did was furrow her eyebrows in what seemed like confusion and questioned,

Are you sure you like him and not someone else?

Now it was your turn to be in confusion at that time, because what on earth did she mean by someone else? Were you doing something that implied you liked someone else and not Park Wonseok, the guy who stole your heart when he saved you from falling and embarrassing yourself,exactly 6 months,10 days ago?

This same confusion stuck with you like a pestering thought, unable to be moved until you finally left the date, more at unease than at excitement.

The unease you felt made you irritated because you couldn’t quite understand what it was that was bothering you.

So in all that chaos, you stood outside the one place that would hold the answers to your confusion.

The convenience store.

The owner probably thought you had lost it or were drunk, no in between because for one you were all dressed up in your prettiest outfit, makeup done and hair one while you stood outside looking at the sign.

Who dresses up for the convenience store? A crazy person.

Are they drunk? Probably.

Luckily it was none of those.

You might rip your hair out now, because the one thing you came looking for in the grocery store was not even there.

The blueberry flavoured ice candy.

Your favourite blueberry flavoured ice candy.

You just gave up then and there, without buying anything you went outside of the store, and decided the sidewalk was the best place to sit. Ah yes, the sidewalk with the uneven edges and small stones that would dig into your butt and probably bruise it if you sat on it longer than ever.

Perfect.

Shutting your eyes, you began to think of possible reasons behind your discontent with Wonseok.

You didn’t even notice, someone followed you out of the store, with the very thing you’d been craving right in his hands.

The crinkling sound of a wrapper, made you open your eyes in both surprise and fear, and you almost would have fallen down even while sitting as you looked in front of you.

A hand, holding...the blueberry ice candy?

Your eyes immediately darted towards the owner of said hand, and you’re sure the surprise now showed on your face as it was none other than Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu…how do you even introduce him in your life as a person? Did you hate him? You’d say hate is a strong word, but he was annoying you’d say that, get on your nerves more than you’d admit it.Did you find him hot? Hey now, anyone with two eyes could see he was definitely attractive.

Tall, pouty lips, pretty chocolatey eyes, even prettier smile, buff like very huge buff you were pretty sure he could punch you to another corner if he wanted to with just one hit.

You’d seen him carrying like two boxes of books once and you remembered how you almost broke your arm trying to even lift one. You also remember staring at how his veins seemed to pop out, how large his hands seem,how nice they would wrap around yo-

Okay you were getting off track now.

In a way you might say you hate him, not in the despise kind of way but because it was as though he was both everything you wanted to be and everything you wanted to have.

Both being not attainable to you apparently.

Now a big question rose up amidst the hundred others you already asked by now, what the fuck was he doing there?

“Here, maybe if you put in the effort of searching more nicely, you’d have found it.” You took the ice candy from his hand, him taking it as an invitation to sit right beside you, his other hand holding his ice cream of the night.

He looked nice…good actually. It was unfair how great he looked despite his clearly messy hair, worn out black t-shirt and oh God were those grey sweatpants? You tried not too put too much thought into it.

You frowned in annoyance once you processed his words, finding that there was surely an underlying meaning to it.

“What the fuck are you doing here Mingyu?”

“Last time I checked, the convenience store was a public facility.”

You scoffed at his sarcasm, opening up the candy and for a moment as you took in the dark blue purplish colour, you think all your worries dissolved right there.

Mingyu thinks he might have melted then and there with the way your eyes immediately sparked up as you saw your ice candy. It was cute how you found the absolute delight in the most seemingly boring things.

It was one of the things that made him just fall for you even more and more. What you didn’t know about the boy next to you was that he was gone, finished, down all just for you. It began when you went out of your way to save him from being hit by a flying football. His personal knight in shining armour.

From that moment, he figured if he wanted to be at least a part of your life, he’d somehow have to play something noticeable enough to you. So he took the bite and made himself one of your greatest frenemies. Not that you had any other so probably your only frenemy.

He hated you…or that’s what he made others think. It was working well until his feelings caught up, his true ones at least, his very real bitter feelings when he found out you went on a date with your ‘crush’.

He was having a terrible night, figured going to the convenience store would help him and there you were, the cause of all the bitterness.

“So are you following me or something? And- and how do you know I like this?”

He rolled his eyes, his turn to scoff at you,

“Not everything revolves around you.” A lie, for him, most things did. He did.

“And I just have good observation skills.” Just for you though, only you.

The sweet and tangy taste of blueberry juice lingered in your mouth as you blissfully closed your eyes, the coolness of it only adding more to your satisfaction and Mingyu wishes he brought his camera because you looked so…content. So beautiful.

“That sounds stalkerish, please you’re obsessed with me.” It was just a joke, to pull his leg, like you always did.

“What if I am?” Okay and he sounded way too serious for that.

You almost choked on the candy if it weren’t for your quick swallow reflex, eyes widened at his no hesitation reply.

“Wha-what?”

“What, what?”

“What do you mean by that?”

He blinked once, twice. And it was then he realised, what he replied, to who he replied. Your widened eyes looked at him both in curiosity and astonishment, lips purplish due to the candy that was now melting in your hand.

“Is it really you know that bad?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion. This was it, for him.

“You know, the proposition of us? Like actually us.”

You held your breath, waiting for the punchline or anything that would indicate he was joking but, if there was something you knew surely about him is that his eyes would never lie. And right now, they showed all seriousness.

“Like us- as in us being civil? Friends?” You nervously laughed, knowing you could be misinterpreting it but you want to take back your words when you see the way his expression drops and the scowl that’s on his face.

“No. I mean- I mean as more than friends. More than whatever this is. More like a couple.”

“Min-mingyu are you- are you suggesting we date?”

You didn’t exactly know what else to respond other than the obvious,

“Yes! Yes exactly, finally. I- yes a date. A date is all I ask for.”

Now you think, you have more questions than ever because why exactly did the idea of going on a date with Mingyu, excite you more than your actual date that you just had?

“When did you even like me? I- what? This is so confusing, I thought I annoyed you?”

“Well you did, you still do but it’s just- I thought it was the only way to be apart of your life and now that I think of it, it sounds stupid but I just-You know what I'll explain it to you on that date so uh what-what do you say?”

In that moment, he looked at you like a puppy pleading to his owner for a treat, his suspicious eyes looking way too innocent but they indeed made their way right to your heart.

“Okay, okay fine! I’ll go out with you. One date.”

That stopped his brief mental spiraling immediately, in a bit of shock as he looked at you in disbelief for agreeing. For actually agreeing because he did prepare himself for the worst scenario. Which was you probably humiliating him then and there.

His disbelief quickly turned to content and that, that sickly adorable giddy smile of his made its way onto his face, canines peaking out. It seemed the bitterness he’d been harbouring went away.

“But what about your date tonight?”

You didn’t ask how he knew, but rather answered his question and your own dilemma,

“I don’t think I actually liked him. Probably just that I was grateful he saved me that time, and I mistook it for something else, I guess.”

“And you’re sure you want to go out with me because it’s not just… I don’t know out of something else too?”

“Don’t worry about that Mingyu, you aren’t that special.”

You joked and the way his smile dropped made you giggle even more.

“Fine then, I’ll show you just how special I can be. How does Saturday, 7pm, near that downtown record store sound as a meet up place?”

“Alright then. Saturday it is.”

You didn’t think you’d ever reach a point where Kim Mingyu was something or someone attainable in your radar but there you were, not just with him but a whole date with him.

Perhaps, this time you were indeed wrong about some things in life remaining as just unrealistic wishes because this was in a way your daydream come true. What a bizzare night.

And oh, your hands were now also blueberry flavored and bonus! disgustingly sticky too!

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yummyuta · 1 month

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clouded choices | s.e, p.w

♡ genre: smut - mdni! (eunseok & wonbin x reader) | word count: 1,928 words

♡ warnings: smoking, peer pressure (eunseoks kinda mean), threesome, petnames (baby, love, doll, princess), thigh riding, unprotected sex, masturbation

♡ summary: fwb eunseok and his best friend wonbin influence innocent reader to smoke with them, and things get heated in more ways than one.

♡ authors note: this is my first writing for riize, i hope you all enjoy! i am literally wonseoks wife so i had fun with this concept 🖤

♡ song recommendation:

eunseok leaned back against the cushions, a lazy grin playing on his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke into the living room of his apartment. you sat beside him, curiosity piqued by the enticing aroma swirling around them. he turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes before putting the blunt in your line of sight. "come on baby dont leave me hanging here." you were unsure, so you shook your head no, offering a polite smile in return. eunseok was about to protest until the sound of the front door opened and closed distracted him. the sight of his best friend wonbin appearing before you admist the cloud of smoke.

he shyly waved at you before sitting on the opposite side of you. now, in between the two men, eunseok immediately reached across, offering the blunt to wonbin as a sort of greeting. you watched intently as wonbin without hesitation took it, raised an eyebrow at his friend, and took a hit, holding for 15 seconds before exhaling. the smell was enough to get a small buzz out of you, heat begining to radiate off the men you were sitting in between. suddenly a light bulb went off in eunseoks head. "hey love, be a doll and get a pre-rolled one out of the case for wonbin." your nimble fingers reached out in front of you towards the table doing what you were told. as you were abt to pass it to the man next to you, eunseok tsks. "that's not how we are gonna do this", you looked at him with confusion. "wonbin would you open your lips", now it was his turn to be unsure until eunseok glared at him. he did what he was told, you placed the blunt between his lips, as eunseok passed you his lighter and informed you to lit it for him. "this is how we treat our guests princess".

he took another hit, looking into your eyes this time. his eyes looked like they held the entire milky way galaxy inside of them, you were beginning to drown in them until eunseok's hand on your thigh pulled you out of your trance. you look over at him as he waves the blunt in front of your face again, noticing as you get more enamored. he takes your hand in his, opening up your palm, placing your fingers around the blunt. "so, um, what exactly do I do?", eunseok chuckling deeply, "relax, baby its easy just take a hit and let it fill your lungs." with a mix of excitement and apprehension, you inhaled slowly as you felt the warmth of the smoke fill your chest. for a moment, the world around you seemed to slow down, the gentle buzz enveloping your senses. eunseok hazily grinned at you before squeezing your thigh, "see, i told you it's not so bad."

in the dimly lit room, as you all continued to pass the joint between one another, the tension only grew. wonbin had taken off his beanie, and flannel leaving you the view of his messy dark hair and strong uncovered arms. you choked a bit, letting out a few sputtering coughs, at the sight. eunseok began laughing before passing you a bottle of water. "i think someone has a bit of a crush," he said as you took a sip, nearly spitting it right back out. your hands began shaking as you shook your head immediately denying the accusation. you were always a horrible liar, and wonbin casually leaning back, flexing his arms behind his head, was not helping your case at all.

eunseok moved closer to you, taking your hand again before inching closer to his friend. "go on touch his bicepts they wont bite." you hesistated looking at wonbin to object, yet he simply shrugged and continued smoking his joint. placing your cold fingers against him, you felt a spark. wonbins eyes widened ever so slightly, peering at you through almost shut lids. he placed the blunt up to his lips once more, as eunseok continued to push your body closer to the man in front of you. you crawled into wonbins lap, as he placed his hand on your waist, your shirt riding up ever so slightly. as wonbin was about to exhale, eunseok put his hand on the back of your neck and whispered for you to move. you closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of your combined breath mixed of weed and saliva as you shotgunned with wonbin. you began moving your lips ever so gently, you had never felt like this before. it felt wrong, but so right all at once.

eunseok sat back in awe of the sight, you his shy innocent doll, who bends to his will with simple words and actions, is falling apart in the hands of someone who is like a brother to him. realizing what you had just done you stop, pulling back, cheeks flushed and lips swollen looking back at eunseok. "well don't let me stop you." you pouted, feeling so ashamed of yourself for doing such a dirty thing in front of him. "is my baby feeling shy now?" eunseok teased as he rubbed circles on your back.

tears started to well up in your eyes, you felt so guilty. still on wonbins lap your core pressed right up against his clothed knee, he suddenly flexed it as he repositioned himself. you gasped, feeling it rub against your underwear just beneath your skirt. "oh, my baby isn't shy at all...in fact this is just what you want, isn't it doll?" you wiped your tears, whipping your head around to confront eunseok confidently, opening your mouth to disagree once again until...wonbin moved, forcing a moan out of the back of your throat.

you suddenly weren't in control of your own body, as you started dripping all over his leg. "go on then princess...move show him how good you are" eunseok encouraged. not wanting to fold, you sat still, and closed your eyes hoping you could ignore the ache in between your legs and the stares of the men on you. "i said... move," eunseok added harshly before grabbing your waist and propelling you forward on wonbins clad leg. he continued to move you as you tried to hold back your sounds. wonbin had his head thrown back, eyes closed, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as you saw his bulge continue to grow in size. "come on, love, let us hear the pretty noises you are dying to make." your body naturally responding to the sound of his voice, you immediately opened your mouth letting everything go, a string of curse words and whimpers as you moved faster on his lap.

getting lost in the moment you didn't realize eunseok had taken off your top, and began playing with your nipples. he took one of your boobs in his hand, pushing you closer to wonbins face. "open up, take her", the young man didn't hesitate before placing his tongue around your nub. with the sensation of the weed in your system, and the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were facing your moans increased in pitch and volume and you exclaimed both of their names in a melody "wonseok" before you squirted all over wonbin's strong leg.

as your breathing slowed, you turned around looking at your lover, as he placed the dying and nearly forgotten about joint in your mouth, insisting you take another hit. you obeyed, starting to get familiar with the routine. you had just barely exhaled before eunseok yanked you off of wonbins lap now, throwing you onto the couch, situating himself between your legs, opening them wide and kissing you deeply. "you are mine, you got that". he growled as he bit your lower lip sucking on it ever so slightly. you nodded profusely, and he began grinding into you, feeling his hard on through his sweats.

he moved your messy hair over to the side, as you looked behind his shoulder, noticing as wonbin now had a hand down his pants, relieving himself of the mess you caused. "hes gonna watch, as i fuck your cute little brains out, isnt that fun princess? eunseok said as his dark eyes stared completely into your soul. you felt completely naked, and vulnerable against him, he knew every inch of your body by now and exactly how to wrap you around his finger.

he wasted no time, not even bothering to remove you of your skirt and ruined panties before he lined himself up with your entrance and thrusted into you with no warning. you should've been used to his size by now but the sheer willpower he has, you were no match.

you pouted as you stared in his friends direction. it should have been you making wonbin feel good, just the thought alone made your thighs shake, and walls clench as you wrapped your legs tighter around eunseoks waist. "oh no princess, keep those legs spread for me...thats it." eunseok continued to murmer broken words of praise and ownership as he placed marks all along your neck, collarbones, and cleavage. he wasn't very patient, nor was he fond of sharing, both of these things you tested him on today. "you take me so well, this pretty pussy was made for cock wasnt it...say it tell me how much you love it". eunseok demanded. you cried out in response, "seokie, i love your cock so much, please dont stop." that fueled him even more, as he took your foot, placed it over his shoulder and turned to gently kiss your ankle before drilling even harder into you.

"tell me that no one, not even wonbin can fuck you this good." you couldnt, or at least you shouldnt. you closed your eyes, hoping to once again retreat, but eunseok wasnt going to let that slide. he harshly grabbed your chin "open your eyes, look at him and say it." you were beyond high at this point, completely being thrown into subspace. you stared at wonbin once more, watching as his hand faltered for a moment, waiting for your next move.

"no one fucks me better than you seokie, please let me cum". wonbin turned away not wanting to face you, but he couldnt stop his hand from moving, chasing the final high of his own. eunseok shook his head, sweat flying off his forehead, "i dont believe you love, so you can only cum after wonbin or there will be consequences." you turned to look at wonbin one last time, this time mascara was running down your face, and you had this pleading stare in your eyes. wonbin understood immediately, moving his hand faster and finally reaching his peak of euphoria. at the sight, you screwed your eyes shut one more, clawing at eunseok's back, as you moved your hips to match his movements, bringing you both to the stars and back.

the room now smelled like smoke and sex, as you all winded down from the moments that had passed. eunseok pulled out of you, pulling his sweats back up, he walked wonbin to the door saying his goodbyes, "same time next weekend?" was the muffling you heard as you were still trying to steady your breathing. the small smile on eunseoks face, as he picked you up, bringing you into his bedroom, tucking you into his sheets, reminded you of where you were. "i hope you had fun love" was the last thing you recalled before falling into a deep sleep.

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masteroverthinker · 2 years

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Wonseok x Reader - After Rain Date

Sampai beberapa menit yang lalu, kami masih tertawa dan bercanda. Sekarang, kami sedang terburu-buru melepas sepatu dan kaus kaki yang basah kuyup agar bisa segera masuk rumah dan menghangatkan tubuh.

“Ah, gawat. Lantainya bakal basah semua, kita bisa dibunuh Serim,” ucap Wonseok. Ada ketakutan di suaranya. Walau aku tidak bisa mengintip isi kepalanya, aku yakin dia sedang membayangkan Serim yang mengamuk sambil membawa panci emas.

“Kita? Kamu doang, kali. Aku dan Serim kan bestie.”

Wonseok merengut. “Jahat! Kamu tega membiarkan aku menderita sendirian?”

Aku hanya tertawa. Namun, saat kami masuk, ternyata tidak ada siapa-siapa di Hostel.

“Kayaknya nyawamu juga selamat hari ini,” aku menggoda Wonseok seraya menyenggol pinggangnya. “Serim dan yang lainnya nggak ada. Mereka di mana?”

“Aneh.” Wonseok bergumam seraya mengecek ponselnya. Ia lantas berseru, “Oh! Ternyata tadi Serim sudah kirim chat. Dia, Eunggo-Taenggo, dan Yejin-Eunbi masih di truk tteokbokki. Hyun dan Yena berteduh di tempat penitipan anak.”

“Hujannya memang deras banget, sih. Hanya orang bodoh yang memaksakan pulang.”

“Berarti kita bodoh?”

Pertanyaan itu terdengar menggelikan sekaligus menyebalkan, tetapi tidak ada gunanya mengelak. Kuangkat bahuku sambil menyahut, “Yang ngajakin ‘kan kamu.”

“Tapi kamu juga mau.”

“Sudah ah, aku kedinginan, tahu!” balasku. “Kita harus cepat mandi air panas dan ganti pakaian, kalau nggak, nanti kita sakit.”

Tangan Wonseok yang basah menepuk-nepuk kepalaku. Rambutku yang basah dan lengket tidak menghalanginya untuk melakukan itu karena dia tahu aku sangat senang kalau kepalaku ditepuk.

“Kamu mandi duluan, ya. Biar aku yang siapkan airnya—kamu ambil handuk saja untuk mengeringkan diri.”

Sempat terbesit di benakku untuk menolak dan mengajukan diri untuk menyiapkan air panas menggantikan dirinya. Namun, aku tahu, Wonseok tidak akan membiarkan itu terjadi. Aku hanya akan menyia-nyiakan waktu dan membuat kami berdua kedinginan lebih lama. Jadi, kuputuskan untuk mengangguk dan mensyukuri kenyataan bahwa pacarku sangat perhatian.

“Terima kasih. Aku ambilkan handuk buatmu juga, ya?”

“Boleh.”

Kami pun mengerjakan tugas kami masing-masing. Aku mengambil dua handuk dari lemari di samping kamar mandi, lalu berjalan ke dapur dan melemparkan salah satu handuk kepada Wonseok. Ia menangkapnya dengan tangkas. Kami sama-sama mengeringkan kepala kami menggunakan handuk. Gerakan kami begitu seirama seolah kami sengaja berlatih agar tampak kompak.

“Mau kubuatkan teh hangat? Kamu suka kalau gulanya banyak, ‘kan?” tanyaku.

Wonseok menggeleng. “Aku bisa bikin sendiri nanti, kamu duduk saja. Nanti kupanggil kalau air panasnya siap.”

“Ah… oke.”

Untungnya, ada kursi plastik di dekatku. Aku bisa duduk di sana tanpa perlu mengkhawatirkan pakaianku yang masih basah. Perlahan-lahan penyesalan mulai merayap di hatiku. Seharusnya tadi kami tidak bermain di bawah hujan. Tadi memang terasa seru. Namun sekarang, saat aku merasa menggigil karena kedinginan, semua kesenangan itu tenggelam begitu saja.

Handuk yang kugunakan untuk mengeringkan rambut dan tubuh pun sudah basah, padahal aku belum kering. Parah. Sepertinya tadi kami terlalu lama membiarkan tubuh kami diguyur hujan.

“Hatchii!”

Mendadak aku bersin. Wonseok yang tadinya sedang menuangkan sebagian air panas ke teko langsung menoleh. Ia segera menghampiriku.

“Barusan kamu bersin?”

“I… iya.”

“Sial,” ia berbisik dengan sangat pelan hingga aku nyaris tak mendengarnya. “Air… air panasnya sudah siap, aku akan membawanya ke kamar mandi. Maaf ya… soalnya pemanas listrik yang dulu rusak sewaktu kebakaran.”

“Hei, ngapain minta maaf? Itu nggak ada hubungannya denganmu atau denganku.”

Aku mengacak rambut Wonseok, lalu menepuk pipinya agar dia sadar. Senyumnya yang memamerkan gigi lantas muncul. Helaan napas lega lantas mengikuti. Tanpa berkata apa-apa lagi, ia pergi untuk menyiapkan air panas.

“Oh, iya!” celetukku. “Aku lupa soal—baju. Aku harus tanya Serim apakah aku boleh pinjam bajunya—“

“Nggak perlu,” potong Wonseok, “kamu bisa pakai bajuku. Aku sudah siapkan di kamar mandi waktu kamu ambil handuk tadi.”

Wajahku langsung agak memerah. Baju… baju Wonseok? Aku akan mengenakan bajunya Wonseok?

Pipi merah dan gestur salah tingkahku langsung menarik perhatian Wonseok. Ia terkekeh. “Jangan bengong, nanti airnya keburu dingin!”

“Oke, oke!”

Aku berlari kecil memasuki kamar mandi. Agar tidak membuang lebih banyak waktu, aku langsung mandi secepat kilat.

Sensasi hangat yang melegakan segera menjalari tubuhku. Dingin yang sebelumnya menggigit terusir pergi. Namun, yang namanya mandi air panas setelah hujan itu penuh jebakan. Aku tidak bisa berlama-lama menikmati bulir-bulir hangat itu mengalir di kulit. Bisa-bisa aku malah bertambah menggigil setelahnya.

Dan, selain itu, tentu saja aku juga harus memikirkan Wonseok.

Aku keluar dari kamar mandi dalam keadaan segar, harum, dan hangat. Kaus putih Wonseok yang berbau pengharum pakaian sachet membalut tubuhku. Ini agak berbeda dari gambaran ‘boyfriend’s clothes’ yang sering ada di internet. Kaus Wonseok tidak terlalu kebesaran untukku, tetapi aku tetap merasakan sensasi nyaman yang sulit dideskripsikan. Rasanya seperti sedang dipeluk erat tanpa perlu menderita sesak napas.

Sebaliknya, celana Wonseok jelas terlalu panjang untukku. Sekeras apa pun aku berusaha menggulungnya, celana itu akan kembali turun dan menyentuh lantai. Wonseok terkikik pelan melihatku berjalan dengan kepayahan karena celananya.

“Cocok!” komentar Wonseok. “Aku sudah buatkan teh manis panas, ambil di dapur, ya. Duduk di sofa ruang tengah saja. Kamu bisa pakai selimut yang kutaruh di sana.”

Ia lantas mengacak rambutku yang sudah kering, lalu masuk ke kamar mandi. Aku menunduk dengan wajah yang terasa panas. Keterkejutan dan kebingungan membuatku agak sulit memproses omongan Wonseok. Sejak awal, dia memang pacar yang perhatian dan siap siaga, tapi aku tidak menyangka sampai selevel ini. Jarang sekali Wonseok menampakkan sisi yang serius dan cekatan begini. Debar jantungku menjadi lebih cepat karenanya.

“Ya ampun, sadarlah,” aku mencubit pipiku sendiri.

Kakiku melangkah menuju dapur. Teh yang dibuat Wonseok masih mengepulkan uap. Aku meraihnya, lalu berjalan menuju ruang tengah dan menyelimuti tubuhku dengan selimut yang ia siapkan. Mungkin ini karena kebaikan hati Wonseok, mungkin juga karena aku sedang mengenakan kausnya, tetapi aku merasa mencium aromanya di mana-mana. Senyumnya terus terbayang di kepalaku.

Rasa manis dari teh itu segera memenuhi mulut. Setetes demi setetes ia membasahi kerongkonganku, hingga akhirnya membuat sekujur tubuhku terasa hangat, seolah sedang mendapat pelukan penuh kasih sayang.

Aku tersenyum. Setelah tadi sempat menyesal telah bermain hujan, aku kembali bersyukur. Mungkin… ini semua tidak seburuk yang kupikir.

Namun, aku tidak bisa meminum teh lebih banyak. Mendadak perutku terasa mual. Rasa hangat yang sejak tadi memenuhi tubuhku menjalar secara lebih merata—dalam artian buruk. Kepalaku yang perlahan-lahan terasa semakin berat adalah buktinya.

“Mungkin aku harus tiduran dulu….”

Sofa yang sebetulnya keras itu terasa sangat empuk karena aku mengantuk. Hanya saja, aku tidak bisa terlelap karena kepala dan perutku terus mengusik. Bagaimana bisa tidur nyenyak jika sedang pusing dan mual?

Akhirnya aku kembali ke posisi duduk. Aku menaikkan kakiku ke atas sofa, lalu menempelkan kepala ke lutut.

Dunia seperti berputar. Aku seperti sedang berputar-putar dalam kecepatan tinggi di atas tungku api.

“Aku sudah—eh… kamu kenapa?”

Suara berat Wonseok langsung menjadi parau. Ia duduk di sebelahku sambil memegang bahuku. Saat aku mengangkat kepala, ia langsung menyentuh dahiku.

“Kamu panas!” pekiknya. “Sial, seharusnya aku nggak ngajak kamu hujan-hujanan… maafkan aku. Ini semua gara-gara ide bodohku.”

“Hei, ‘kan aku juga nggak nolak. Berarti aku juga salah,” aku mencoba menghibur sambil tersenyum untuknya.

Tentu saja Wonseok tidak puas dengan jawaban itu. “Kamu pusing juga?”

“Yap, dan… agak mual. Sepertinya ini karena jadwal makanku hari ini berantakan.”

“Berantakan? Kamu belum makan siang atau apa?”

“Tadi pagi aku cuma minum susu, dan siangnya… sandwich telur. Itu juga baru kumakan setengah.”

“Hei, harusnya kamu bilang dari tadi!” Wonseok berseru dengan nada kaget. “Pantas saja kamu jadi separah ini. Belum makan dengan benar dan malah kena hujan—ah, aku memang bodoh… benar-benar bodoh.”

Ia lantas berdiri. Aku hanya bisa menatapnya dengan mata yang berkunang-kunang.

“Kamu harus makan. Kita nggak bisa pesan karena hujannya masih deras, jadi aku akan mencoba memasak sesuatu,” tegasnya.

Aku terkekeh. Kemampuan memasak Wonseok jauh di bawah rata-rata, tetapi aku tidak boleh membuatnya patah semangat. Sambil tersenyum, aku berbisik, “Terima kasih.”

Punggung lebarnya berbalik dan semakin menjauh. Aku berhenti memandanginya dan berusaha menutup seluruh tubuhku dengan selimut. Samar-samar terdengar suara pintu kulkas dibuka, disusul suara lemari penyimpanan makanan dan helaan napas. Di dalam hati aku merasa geli karena berpikir bahwa Wonseok sedang pusing memikirkan harus memasak apa. Dia benar-benar manis.

Namun, setelah itu, tidak terdengar suara-suara yang seharusnya terdengar. Suara kompor dinyalakan, suara minyak menyentuh permukaan wajan panas, suara air yang meletup-letup, bahkan suara pisau menyentuh talenan pun tidak ada. Malah hanya ada suara kaki Wonseok yang sepertinya sedang mondar-mandir kebingungan.

“Nggak mungkin dia pakai teknik langkah tanpa suara saat masak, ‘kan?” gumamku. Karena tak sanggup membendung rasa penasaran, aku melempar selimut dan bangkit berdiri.

Saat tiba di dapur, aku dibuat heran oleh Wonseok yang sedang mematung sambil memegang sebungkus mi instan di tangannya.

“Wonseok? Kok kamu diam saja?”

Ia menoleh karena punggungnya kusentuh. “Hei, ngapain kamu ke sini? Kamu lagi pusing, harusnya duduk atau tiduran saja di sofa.”

“Aku bingung, soalnya kamu sudah ke dapur dari tadi, tapi aku nggak dengar suara kamu lagi masak,” jawabku. “Kenapa?”

Wonseok langsung menelan ludah. Ia menggaruk kepalanya dengan canggung, lalu menyahut, “Ternyata… ternyata nggak ada persediaan bahan makanan di sini. Kayaknya Serim belum belanja. Cuma ada mi instan dan telur satu butir.”

“Oh… ya sudah. Apa masalahnya?”

“Apa masalahnya?” ulang Wonseok dengan nada tak terima. “Kamu ‘kan lagi sakit, masa makan mi? Kalau kamu malah tambah parah gara-gara itu, gimana?”

Alisku terangkat karena merasa lucu. “Memang ada orang yang mati gara-gara makan mi setelah kehujanan? Justru itu menu favorit, tahu.”

“Tapi kamu ‘kan….”

“Tenang, aku pasti bakal baik-baik saja. Atau, kalau kamu memang kepikiran, nggak usah buat juga nggak apa.”

Persoalan sepele ini menjadi keputusan berat yang menentukan hidup dan mati bagi Wonseok. Cukup lama ia menghabiskan waktu untuk memandangiku, lalu memandang bungkus mi instan di tangannya. Wajahnya mengerut seolah tidak rela. Ia menarik napas panjang untuk menyiapkan hati.

“Oke, oke. Kayaknya memang lebih baik kamu makan ini daripada nggak makan apa-apa,” kata Wonseok sambil mengangguk berulang kali untuk meyakinkan dirinya sendiri. “Tapi habis makan ini, kamu harus minum obat, ya.”

Ugh. Obat—aku sangat benci obat. Biasanya aku baru mau minum obat jika rasa sakitku sudah tak tertahankan. Namun, kali ini pengecualian.

“Iya, iya.”

“Mi instannya aku hancurkan dan kurebus agak lama supaya jadi kayak bubur, ya.”

“Boleh. Kedengarannya enak.”

“Kalau begitu kamu duduk lagi, gih. Apa perlu aku gendong?”

Nada suara dan tatapan mata Wonseok mengandung harapan bahwa aku akan mengiyakan tawaran itu. Lucu banget. Mendadak pacarku berubah menjadi anak anjing besar yang sedang memohon dengan mata berbinar-binar.

“Nggak usah,” aku menolak dengan tegas. Wonseok memasang ekspresi kecewa, tetapi dia langsung berhenti setelah pundaknya kuberi pukulan pelan.

Tentu saja, ‘mi instan’ disebut demikian karena proses memasaknya tidak memakan waktu lama. Baru sebentar aku kembali duduk di sofa dan menyelimuti tubuh, Wonseok tahu-tahu sudah datang dengan dua mangkuk mi kuah yang uapnya membumbung tinggi. Aroma gurih dan sedap menyeruak masuk ke hidungku, membuatku nyaris meneteskan air liur.

“Yang ini punya kamu.” Wonseok menaruh mangkuk berwarna putih di hadapanku. Isinya memang tidak kelihatan seperti mi biasa. Mi keriting yang seharusnya panjang dan menggugah selera itu telah berubah menjadi kepingan-kepingan kecil, lembek, dan nyaris hancur.

Aku menelan ludah. Tadi aku bilang mi yang dibuat mirip bubur ‘terdengar enak’, tetapi saat ini, melihat visualnya justru membuatku semakin mual.

“Dan yang ini punyaku!” lanjut Wonseok dengan nada riang. Aku mengintip isi mangkuknya. Tentu saja, ia memasak mi yang ‘normal’—mi panjang yang keriting, berkilau, dan kenyal.

“Ah….”

“Eh? Ada apa?”

“Nggak! Nggak ada apa-apa,” aku menggeleng. Saat kulihat lagi mangkukku, kulihat sebuah perbedaan lain dibandingkan mangkuk Wonseok.

Telur yang dia bilang hanya tersisa sebutir… ia berikan untukku.

Sederhana—bahkan mungkin sepele—tetapi cukup untuk membuatku ingin menjerit dan memeluknya seerat mungkin. Aku memejamkan mata dan mengepalkan tangan untuk menahan diri. Tidak, tidak boleh… reaksiku harus kukendalikan.

“Wonseok.”

“Ya?”

“Terima kasih untuk, emm… telurnya.”

Kedua matanya terbelalak, seolah tidak menyangka aku akan berterima kasih hanya karena hal yang ‘memang sudah seharusnya’. Ia menyunggingkan seulas senyum, lalu mengusap kepalaku dengan lembut. “Sama-sama. Kalau kamu memang benar-benar berterima kasih, kamu harus makan sampai habis, ya.”

“Siap, Pak Bos!”

Kami berdua tertawa. Setelah itu, kami sama-sama menyantap mi di hadapan kami. Jelas sekali bahwa Wonseok sangat kelaparan—ia melahap mi dengan kecepatan tinggi. Setiap kunyahan ia lakukan dengan sepenuh hati. Sebaliknya, aku tidak bisa menikmati mi di hadapanku meski merasa lapar. Rasa mual menurunkan nafsu makanku, jadi aku lebih banyak mengaduk mi itu berkali-kali sambil menghirup kuahnya sedikit demi sedikit.

Wonseok menyadari hal itu. “Kamu nggak nafsu, ya?”

“Eh…” aku mengangguk, “begitulah.”

Pria itu menggigit bibirnya, seolah menyesali sesuatu. Alis tebalnya mengerut. Aku buru-buru menambahkan, “Eh, tapi ini bukan masalah besar, kok. Aku cuma nggak bisa makan cepat-cepat kayak kamu. Tapi aku pasti akan habiskan semuanya.”

“Maaf.”

Kesedihan dan penyesalan semakin tergambar jelas di wajahnya. Bahkan… aku bisa melihat ketidakberdayaan tercampur. Aku menepuk bahunya dengan niat menghibur. “Aku sudah bilang ‘kan, kamu nggak sepenuhnya salah karena aku juga mau—“

“Bukan itu.”

“Bukan itu?” aku mengulang dengan heran. “Lalu apa maksudmu?”

“Seandainya aku punya mobil, kita nggak perlu naik kendaraan umum,” tutur Wonseok, suaranya parau. “Lalu setelah itu, kita nggak perlu hujan-hujanan. Lalu, kalau saja pemanas listrik itu bisa diperbaiki… aku dan Hyun memang bisa memperbaiki barang, tapi harus ada alat yang diganti dan harganya terlalu mahal.”

Ia berhenti berbicara sejenak. Kepalanya terangkat, matanya menatap langit-langit dengan tatapan sedih. “Kalau saja aku bisa membeli lebih banyak bahan makanan, sesuatu yang lebih beragam dan sehat, kamu nggak akan cuma makan mi sekarang.”

Oh, ini lagi rupanya.

Dalam sekian lamanya kami berpacaran, obrolan ini selalu timbul tenggelam. Wonseok memang selalu bekerja keras untuk memenuhi keinginanku dan membuatku bahagia. Dia rela melakukan apa saja. Namun, entah kenapa, dia selalu merasa kurang. Padahal aku tidak pernah menuntut apa pun. Hatiku sudah terasa penuh setiap melihatnya berjuang memberikan yang terbaik.

Memang, dia bukan laki-laki yang paling kaya untuk urusan harta. Kami tidak pernah berkencan di tempat mewah. Dia tidak bisa memberiku hadiah yang harganya berjuta-juta. Tetapi, hal sekecil apa pun, jika dilakukan bersamanya… selalu terasa menyenangkan.

Aku menganggap obrolan seperti ini adalah bentuk tekadnya untuk membuatku selalu bahagia dan nyaman. Hanya saja, siapa yang tidak sedih jika pacarnya terus-menerus merendahkan diri sendiri?

Aku menghela napas, lalu menjatuhkan kepalaku di pundak Wonseok. Ia sedikit terkejut. “Terima kasih karena sudah mikir begitu. Aku tahu kamu selalu mau yang terbaik untukku.”

Kami sama-sama terdiam setelahnya. Kuangkat lagi kepalaku, dan kali ini, aku memegang pipi Wonseok dan menatap lurus mata hitamnya yang agak sayu.

“Dengarkan baik-baik kata-kataku setelah ini, ya.”

Wonseok mengangguk walau terlihat ragu.

“Mungkin kamu benar. Kamu banyak kekurangan, dan aku juga,” sambungku. “Tapi saat kita bersama kayak gini, aku nggak pernah merasa kurang. Nggak ada yang perlu kamu sesali. Ini bukan soal mobil, pemanas, atau makanan… perhatian kamu yang bikin semuanya berharga.”

“Aku nggak pernah menginginkan yang lain kalau lagi sama kamu. Apa pun yang kamu kasih, bagiku itu lebih dari cukup. Aku agak sakit sekarang, ya… karena fisikku memang agak lemah. Bukan karena kamu nggak punya uang.”

Mata hitam yang memang sejak tadi tampak sedih itu kini terlihat berkaca-kaca. Saat aku melepas tanganku dari pipinya, ia langsung mendekapku dengan erat. Aku balas memeluk dan menepuk-nepuk punggungnya untuk memberi semangat.

“Terima kasih.”

“Itu kata-kataku.”

Cukup lama kami saling peluk dan berbagi kehangatan. Setelah itu, kami kembali menyantap mi tanpa berkata apa-apa. Suasana menjadi lebih sunyi karena kami sama-sama makan dengan lambat sambil merenungkan apa yang terjadi hari ini.

Mangkuk Wonseok menjadi bersih tak lama setelah itu. Sebaliknya, mangkukku masih lumayan penuh. Kata-kataku barusan memang keren tetapi itu tidak berpengaruh apa-apa pada nafsu makanku. Padahal… aku sudah berusaha makan lebih banyak agar Wonseok tidak berpikiran buruk tentang dirinya sendiri.

“Mau kusuapin, nggak?”

Tawaran lembut itu membuatku agak salah tingkah. “Su… suapin?”

“Iya, siapa tahu kamu jadi bisa makan lebih banyak. Kalau kamu makannya kayak bayi begitu, nanti mi-nya keburu dingin, malah tambah nggak enak.”

Mataku bergantian menatap mi di depanku, lalu Wonseok yang bersungguh-sungguh dengan tawarannya barusan. Sensasi panas menjalari pipiku. Akhirnya, setelah berpikir keras, aku menyerahkan mangkukku padanya.

“Tolong, ya.”

Wonseok terkekeh pelan. Ia mengangkat sendok yang terisi penuh oleh mi dan kuah, lalu meniupnya beberapa kali. Dengan anggukan kepala, ia menyuruhku membuka mulut secara tidak langsung.

Perutku masih mengganggu konsentrasi, kepalaku pusing tak terkira, dan aku masih jauh dari kata ‘sehat’.

Namun, melihat tatapan mata yang bersungguh-sungguh mengkhawatirkanku….

Membuatku tidak punya pilihan lain selain mengunyah dan menelan apa pun yang dia berikan.

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aviothist · 2 years

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Chae Wonseok / Warren Chae boyfriend scenarios

Warren has been chasing you for years, ever since the very first day he laid his eyes on you. At first, you thought he was silly. It was a weird sight when a 16 years old confesses their love, acting as if they're adults, swearing to protect you and be your safe place for the rest of their life.

Your natural reaction was to giggle and pet his head, making the raven blush as he averted his gaze. Even though you're both at the same age, he seems extremely adorable back then, like a small puppy.

"Then I'll be counting on you, Warren." was what you said, innocently accepting his promise— not knowing that he will stand by his words for the rest of his life.

At the beginning, you were extremely confused whenever you have a conversation with him because of his habit of cutting his sentences. There were a lot of misunderstanding and miscommunication whenever you both talk. But after awhile of being friends with him, you began to slowly understand him— as if you're both connected, telepathically.

Ever since you started dating him, Warren has been showing a different side of him that you've never thought he would have. He became such a huge worry-wart and protective boyfriend. He tries his best to keep you away from any danger, at some point he even forbid you from cooking or holding any sharp things. After getting an earful from you, he agreed to let you in the kitchen with the promise of being extra careful.

Don't take him wrong, though. You're just too precious to him that he will lose his shit if he found any bruises or cuts on your body.

Warren is definitely a possessive and jealous boyfriend, but not to the point of restricting you and making you feel uncomfortable. Whenever he saw someone hitting on you, he will starts acting like an adorable puppy, clinging to you and secretly sending death glares at the person.

You never knew the reason when that person immediately excuses themselves, making weird and unusual reasons and walked away. You always thought that they might be uncomfortable because of the PDA you and Warren are showing— but you paid no mind to it as you don't really care that much about other people.

His favorite kind of dates are staying inside the house to binge watch movies while cuddling on the sofa. He would press occasional smooches on your face during the movie and rubs your back. He just finds comfort in knowing that you're safe and sound in his embrace. He also enjoys doing kitchen activities with you, either baking cookies or cooking meals, that's why he always tries his best to be home before dinnertime so he can help you prepare dinner.

Warren love to lay his head on your lap and let you play with his hair every night before bed. It has become a routine for the both of you to take turns and talk about your day, to make sure the others are updated of the things going around on each other's life. But most of the time, Warren let you do the talking as he loves to hear your voice— it was like a music to his ears.

Warren might not be the richest out of all the characters from Lookism, but he is surely one of the best helpless romantic and such a huge simp for his lover. He tries his best to spoil you, even though you told him multiple times that his time and attention alone are enough.

He would come back from work with your favorite candy or snacks from the convenience store. He would put small notes all around the house whenever he has to leave early for work. He would bring you breakfast in bed from time to time— mostly on weekends to prevent you from getting up because he loves morning cuddles. Warren would come back with the most random things, never failed to make you laugh at his adorable antics.

"[Your name], I'm home. Also, here you go. I brought you home a bouquet of flo—"

"Welcome home, baby. and uh those are weeds from our garden. But thank you, I appreciate it."

Warren will refuse to let you work at all cost. Call him old-fashioned, but he refuse to use the money you earned— if you manage to persuade him to let you work. The first time you brought it up to him about taking a part time work at a cafe or convenience store near your place, he didn't come home for the next 3 days and comes back with a huge amount of money.

"Do you need more? If you need something then you can tell me, I will earn the money for you. I don't want you to suffer, love. I want you to relax at home."

Despite him being so sweet, the feeling of being useless is eating you out from the inside and that was the first time you shouted at him— leading to a huge argument. But Warren didn't shout nor give you any dirty look no matter what you say, unlike you who started screaming and glaring at him. He simply hugged you as you squirmed in his embrace, muttering soft apologies over and over again in your ears. You can barely call it an argument as Warren didn't even fight back, but it was the first time Warren forbids you from doing something that you want— so you both decided that it was the very first argument that you had.

Overall, I think he would be the most adorable boyfriend. He behaves like a gentleman, being all mature and understanding but also clingy and needy like a small puppy.

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ecelldrop · 2 years

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Grocery Shopping with Sinu and Warren

just some thoughts i had about my 2 comforts in Lookism qvq

Sinu:

Would sneak snacks into the shopping cart when he thinks youre not looking

But would also make sure to get the important things (but still try sneaking in snacks he walked by lol)

if you're paying (especially if Yeonhui requested you hold on to the money LOL) he'll eventually put them back (more like shove them on a random shelf-) to save your money <3

He'd totally do the thing where you push the cart as you jog a little and then hoist yourself up, leaning over the cart and riding it like that LOL

But i can also picture him calmly walking alongside you if you were the one pushing the cart instead

if you caught him putting snacks into the cart, or if you were at the register and saw the snacks (whether he forgot to put them back or left it there because he does want to get them) he'd laugh "who put those there hahaa"

i think he'd love samples at the store. If there are food samples at the store, he'd be like :o as he walks by and picks a sample to eat lol

I feel like he's the type to also sneakily buy you a treat though, maybe when you're not looking at the end of paying for the stuff

So on the way back home he'd pull out the treat and hand it to you :>

"You didnt-" "But i did, here you go!"

Maybe you two share it idk <3 but he says it's "thanks for shopping with me!" (would pat your head while saying so too!)

Warren:

More straightforward than Sinu LOL

Gets what you need to get first

Lets you ride inside the cart if you want to (or push the cart)

While pushing the cart I can imagine him humming

"Do you see [item]?" "in that isle Warren!" *Warren smiles warmly and thanks you before turning the cart towards the direction of the isle*

He reaches the high stuff, you can reach the low stuff if you're shorter

Wouldn't dump or sneak in snacks most of the time, but would 100% get extra snacks because "Amy and Natalie like these / Sally said she wanted these / These were Derek and Max's favorites" stuff like that, when he can QQ

if you eyeball a snack he'd ask if you want it

Would look sad if he's not able to get it for you

But would promise to get it the next time he sees it when he has extra money

Would go "ooh" at deals/discounts and snag them (just as Sally taught him to <3 LOL)

Would want to carry most of the grocery bags but pls insist you can help him carry the load LOL

#lookism #lookism headcanons #chae wonseok #warren chae #warren lookism #mighty warren chae #lookism webtoon #sinu han #han sinwoo #sinu lookism #sinu han x reader #warren chae x reader #this can be platonic or romantic #ecell hcs #e comforts

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singingunderthecurtain · 4 years

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God, Is That You? | 20190321

Author: @julietsoddeye Genre: Angst | Fluff | Fantasy AU Pairing: Xiumin x Female Reader (ft. Taeyong) Warning: Language | Mention of ONS

Plot: Dear Diary, hopefully this is just a dream because this is not how he said it should be!

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You were awoken by the ear-splitting sound of your ringtone right into your right ear. You fell asleep instantly last night, forgetting to put your phone on your bedside table.

Who the fuck is calling you at this hour? Since your suspension you have been sleeping late, ergo you wake up late.

Not looking whoever the hell is calling, “Hello,” you answered groggily.

“I need you to come to the office.”

You shoot right up. Eyes suddenly the size of plates wide.

That was your manager. No, not your immediate boss, but the department manager, Mr. Lee. He never, ever calls you…

Well he called you once last year, to ask you to pick up his three ugly pugs from the groomers because apparently everyone in his household was too busy to do so. He did give you a crisp ₩50,000 that day, to silence you about running him a personal errand, which is prohibited in your company.

You’re so used to doing things for everyone because before there were newbies, before Taeyong, you were once the “Errand Girl”. When it was Taeyong’s turn to be the errand boy when he started, you felt bad for him and you helped him. That’s how you became good friends.

“Are you there? Did you hear me?” your Manager slightly raised his voice.

You shook your head to fully wake yourself at once, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, I just woke up,” you scramble to your feet and grab your bath towel.

“Be there on time,” he said before abruptly ending the call.

—

It’s still too early, considering your manager called you an hour and a half before the actual work time, EVERYONE seems to be here already, even the usually tardy people are around, scrambling to their feet like crazy as if a disaster is about to happen. A lot of your coworkers come in literally five minutes before nine and it’s not even eight-forty-five and here they are.

You made a beeline to your desk, making sure to dodge your busy coworkers when nobody even noticed your presence. The moment you put your purse down the table, you and Taeyong made eye contact. ( your tables are parallel to each other)

“What’s happening?” “What are you doing here?”

The both of you exclaimed at the same time and then laughed immediately right after.

“I’ll go first,” Taeyong started with a giggle, “apparently our CEO will have an early retirement and wants his son to take over asap. So the old man is gonna show his son around the whole company today,” he said as he placed down his phone on his table.

You see that he was just messing around with his mobile phone with just the right amount of paper stack he does every day. He is pretty efficient at his job, he makes sure to finish the right workload so that he will never have backlogs or bring home any work with him. (unless it’s new season projects, taking home work can’t be helped)

“I see,” you nod your head up and down in understanding.

Your coworkers are pacing around the office to make their workspace look busy, adding unnecessary papers and old logs from previous weeks ago. Pffft, wouldn’t that only show the company owners that their employees are lazy? That they don’t do their work???

“So what are you doing here?” he asked again, this time standing from his chair to hand you the paper bag of pastry he bought. Obviously wanting to share the food with you.

“Mr. Lee called me earlier this morning, asking me to come in,” you simply reply.

Thankfully he doesn’t have coffee on his table yet, so you hand him one of the cups you were holding. Taeyong’s eyes lit up seeing the written order of his favorite drink on the paper cup.

“Hey, guys listen up!”

The loud voice of your immediate boss suddenly pierces through the slight buzz around the office. Took a minute before everyone settled to listen.

“Mr. Lee is going to say a few words.”

He and Mr. Lee are standing above the few steps leading up to their respective private offices. You, Taeyong, and the rest of the people in your department are frozen waiting for whatever the hell the department head is about to say.

“Floor is yours, Sir…” your immediate boss motions for Mr. Lee to start.

“So,” Mr. Lee started, paused to clear his throat, “you all already know that we will be having a new CEO soon. Kim Sajangnim called for a board meeting two weeks ago to announce that.” he continues.

Taeyong suddenly nudged you and when you looked at him, he discreetly handed you half of the blueberry muffin he gave you just a few minutes ago.

You smile a bit as you take the snack from him and Taeyong smiles back and takes a sip of the coffee you bought for him.

“Kim Sajangnim wanted to spend time with his new wife. That’s why the early retirement,” Mr. Lee had his left hand over the right side of his mouth pretending to whisper with a weird and petty expression on his face.

How lucky are you to land a job in an environment like this? You almost rolled your eyes but stopped yourself from doing so. You just got back from work, you don’t want to be on his bad side again. He’s not even looking at you, but someone might be and tell on you. You don’t know who the suck-ups are among your colleagues, you can’t trust anyone.

Everyone whispers among themselves. Taeyong nudged you again and he gave you a knowing reaction and you slightly shrug your shoulders as a reply.

“Anyway, be on your best today. I don’t exactly know what time they will visit, but our department needs to look good. Okay, team?” Mr. Lee said.

After a chorus of ‘Yes, Sir’ from everyone, your boss, Mr. Lee, and two more managers retreated to the meeting room.

You had a brief talk with all the managers before Lunch telling you investigation is still ongoing regarding the incident last week. They also said they won’t be telling the higher office about it just yet, not until the investigation is complete.

That gave you a sense of relief for now and you dare not inquire anymore when they seem to neglect to answer some of your questions. Kind of weird, but you ignored it, the important thing right now is you’re back at work.

Some of your coworkers seem to quiet down every time they catch you around, some whispering after giving you a slight peep as they talk among themselves.

Taeyong told you to ignore them, reminding you that it has been a slow few months and everyone is just bored so they gossip about you.

The last big office scandal was Wonseok’s cheating chronicle three months ago. He and his wife made a huge commotion in the building’s lobby when she found out he was cheating on her with your now resigned coworker, Mina, and a few more other women. You don’t like gossip and scandals but that week was very interesting, you can’t help but listen when your coworkers babble to you and Taeyong about it.

Other than that, the day was kind of okay.

To everyone's (not you and Taeyong, duh) disappointment, the scheduled visit from the CEO and his heir didn’t happen. It is a pretty big company with a lot of different departments, you can’t squeeze a visit in just one whole day.

You and Taeyong decided to celebrate your comeback over dinner and a quick drink at the samgyupsal place just a block away from work. You’re laughing about how unsatisfied everyone when Mr. CEO and son were a no-show. You both hate how everyone’s a fake, some a little more than others. They would go to lengths just to make it seem like they’re very, very useful for the company.

You’re happy you found your mutual with Taeyong. You’re both just neutral about office stuff.

You both had a bottle each of soju tonight and you know you’re gonna sleep well.

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THURSDAY | 20190321 — This should be a suspension countdown. But I am suddenly NOT suspended anymore. Mr. Lee said he needs me to be in the office. (he needs to look good in front of the new CEO. Typical.)

Yeah, new CEO!!! A young one. The old man’s only son.

YAY! :-|

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yummyuta · 1 month

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winner takes it all | p.w ft s.e

♡ genre: smut - mdni! slight angst (wonbin x reader) | word count: 2,583 words

♡ warnings: cheating (reader is involved in a bet) alcohol consumption, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), slight dumbification

♡ summary: in a tense and unexpected turn of events reader finds herself spending the evening with her boyfriends racing rival.

♡ authors note: im back again with another wonseok fic only this time wonbin is the mc! i've had the idea of rival racers since april, and im so happy i got around to writing it. i hope you enjoyed this one! btw i do not condone cheating whatsoever, this is purely fictional.

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the stands were packed, and the roar of the engines was deafening as the cars lined up for the start. you stood amongst the crowd, of fangirls screeching out your boyfriends name. as the countdown began and checkered flags were raised, your heartbeat accelerated. as supportive as you were of your man, and his career it always filled you with a sense of dread that someday he would get hurt. as the sound of the gunshot went off, signaling the race to begin you spotted eunseok’s car, a brilliant red streak on the track, and your eyes followed him eagerly. but as the race unfolded, another driver caught your attention. a sleek navy blue car with silver stars decorated across the hood and sides seemed to dance through the track with an almost mesmerizing grace. this mystery driver was audacious and precise, and you couldn’t help but admire his skill.

the race was fierce, as eunseok and his rival were locked in a breathtaking duel, their cars battling for every inch of the track. the crowd was on their feet, and you found herself torn between cheering for eunseok and marveling at the other mans performance. the final lap was a heart-stopping spectacle, and in a dramatic climax, both cars crossed the finish line at the same moment.

as the dust settled, you began running down towards the track, signaling to your boyfriends team to let you in. you noticed the tension between eunseok and his opponent. the two racers exchanged words that seemed more charged than celebratory. suddenly, the mystery man approached you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of intensity and curiosity.

"you’re y/n, right?” he asked, his voice calm despite the adrenaline still pumping through him. "yes,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “how do you know me?” suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a side hug. "dont you dare speak to her wonbin" eunseok barked at the man. eunseok turned to you, a look of concern in his eyes, "lets go home okay, forget this race" he quickly spat out. you sat there in confusion, before wonbin broke your focus. "now not so fast, i want my rematch. this time, the stakes are higher. the winner gets the privilege of spending time with you", he said so casually.

your eyes widened in shock. “what? i’m not a prize to be won.” eunseok looked conflicted, on the one hand he wanted to run away with you, and not look back while on the other he felt his pride and career would be at risk if he didnt take on the deal. the clock was ticking, it was time to make a decision, besides you were his good luck charm, as long as he had you he was sure he could win and everything would go back to the way it was. you believed in him, he knew that, so he took the leap, hoping you would understand.

"baby, this is about more than just the race", he confided in you. despite your discomfort, you saw the determination in his eyes and agreed to the terms of the rematch, hoping it would resolve the tension between them. the rematch was set for the following week, and the anticipation built up. when race day arrived, the atmosphere was charged, and the race was even more intense than before, with both racers pushing their limits. in a stunning final lap, wonbin edged out eunseok by a fraction of a second. the crowd erupted in cheers as wonbin crossed the finish line first. you felt a mix of emotions - sadness for eunseok, and a growing unease about what the night with wonbin would bring.

the bleachers started the clear, as people began making their way to the after party. you sat there in disbelief until you were faced with wonbin and eunseok directly in front of you. you were about to run towards your boyfriend until wonbin held out a hand to you. "i'm going to have my fun with you tonight", he smirked. you rolled your eyes, accepting your fate, then wonbin turned to his rival, saying, "dont worry ill try to have her back in one piece." eunseok nearly lunged at his enemy, you quickly reacted, standing in between them and placing a calming hand on eunseoks' chest. "i dont like this anymore than you do," you reassured him, placing a peck on his lips, before wonbin began dragging you away.

wonbin lead you into the bustling party, his hand held on tightly to your waist as he guided you through the crowd. all eyes were on you, everyone knew you were eunseoks girlfriend so it was no suprise to you that whispers and rumors immediately began to circulate. as the night went on, wonbin introduced you to his friends and fellow racers, shotaro, and anton. wonbins groupies also were intent on following you both around like lost puppies the whole time, waiting for a moment where you left his side, giving them the opportunity to pounce.

you were hoping for that as well, but wonbin only got more physical with you. he placed his hands wherever he could, your thighs, ass, waist, hips, shoulders barely leaving you space to breathe. his hands were rough, calloused, and cold, nothing compared to your boyfriends. a few times you would spot eunseok from across the room, it was like wonbin was purposely flaunting you in front of him. the minute eunseok met your gaze, he could only shake his head and down another shot, hoping he could drown his loss of you and the race in alcohol.

while wonbin was preoccupied for a few moments talking business with his manager, you managed to sneak off to the dance floor, swaying your body to the sweet sound and sipping on your cocktail. you were enjoying your peace until you felt the presence of someone behind you. wonbin reached around you, lightly grinding into your back, whispering compliments into your ear. "you know you are by far the hottest girl i have ever seen, i dont think eunseok realizes how lucky he is." your cheeks began to flush as heat began circulating around the two of you. you blamed it on the fact that you were borderline drunk at this point and kept moving to your own rhythm, hoping his words wouldn't phase you anymore.

you ignoring him only added more fuel to wonbins fire. he lived for the chase, he was a go-getter after all on and off the track. he decided to take things to the next level, sliding one hand up your shirt, while the other found its way lightly around your neck, testing the waters to see how you would react. to both of your surprises, you leaned further into him, letting out the cutest sighs he's ever heard. you were getting worked up, you knew it was wrong to be doing this you promised eunseok you wouldn't enjoy yourself, but also he is the one who put you in this position in the first place. you turned your head around in his grasp, looking into his eyes, the purple and blue lights reflecting off his beautiful features. you didn't stop yourself when he locked his lips with yours in an eager kiss. you also didn't stop him when he began to escort you off the dance floor and outside to the parking lot. the cool air, along with the reality of what just happened, smacked you in the face as soon as you stepped out. you instinctively moved toward eunseoks' car, and wonbin followed.

you leaned against the hood of his car, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose yourself. this was wrong, and the guilt began to crash into you. you were lost in your thoughts until wonbin stepped in front of you, positioning himself in between your legs. "whats wrong baby, miss your boyfriend" he snarked. you stared at him with tears in your eyes, "why did you do this? couldn't you have found some other way to settle the score without ruining my relationship!" you screamed out in frustation as you balled up your fists, wanting to hit him but trying to contain your anger. he only continued to stare at you, getting more excited.

you didn't know this, but he's had his eye on you since the first day you came out to the track to support eunseok. when he looked for you in the stands, he imagined you cheering him on, he thought of you wearing his jacket, he thought of you running down, jumping into his arms and kissing him in celebration of his victories. he imagined laying you down in the backseat of his car, undressing you, as you begged him to keep going. he wanted you more than any championship title or the fame that came with it. "are you even listening to me?" you snapped annoyingly in his face.

now it was his turn to catch an attitude with you, he didnt have much time left before you went crawling back to eunseok, so he knew he needed to do something to bend you to his will before he missed his chance. he rolled his eyes, before grabbing your chin between his fingers, "baby we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and i much prefer a challenge" he said with a sick smile before leaning in, not quite placing his lips on yours yet. he was testing you, "the choice is still yours though, just remember im not the bad guy here, eunseok is the one who didn't fight hard enough to keep you." your eyes swirled in his, he saw right through you, all your conflicting emotions, "you can't tell him okay, please, you already got what you wanted" was the last thing you thought before releasing all the tension, completing the space that was left between you. he pulled away ever so slightly, "you will be my dirty little secret" he growled before picking you up, placing you on the hood.

your legs wrapped around him as he began to unbutton your shorts. you made quick work pulling his racing jacket off his shoulders, taking if off and placing it next to you. he went for your shirt next, ripping it up and over your head, stretching his fingers to your back to unclasp your bra, exposing your tits. you leaned back, propping yourself up on your elbows, as he slid your shorts and underwear down your legs, and watched as he rid himself of his pants.

his buldge was prominent, he leaned in and you sighed, closing your eyes wanting to feel him again. you felt cold, leathery fabric being placed over your shoulders, opening your eyes as you saw he put his racing jacket on you. "that's much better," he purred in your ear. he began placing open-mouthed, tongue kisses on your breasts, collerbones, down your navel, to your inner thighs, licking and biting all the way to your glistening core. "you dont know how many times i imagined this," he muttered before locking his lips around your folds, sticking his tongue in your entrance.

his obscene slurping sounds mixed with your moans, the beat of the music from inside the party could barely be heard over the sounds you were making. he flicked his tongue in and out of you expertly, he had to be the best at everything in his life. he took the hand that was holding your hips apart, bringing it closer to you so he could play with your nub. like pressing on the gas pedal, he was firing you up with each second that went on. you threw your head back, hair sticking to your forehead, and jacket barely hanging onto your body as you arched your back, moving your hips closer to his mouth practically suffocating him. wonbin was bringing you closer to the finish line, and before you knew it, your orgasm smashed into you.

juices splattering all over his chin, as he pulled away, licking his lips, eyes blown out in lust and the moonlight sparkling on his face. "you taste even sweeter than i ever could have thought." your face was red, you were exposed and embarrassed, but you wanted more, "please, wonbin..." you had to be out of your mind, but you wanted to make the most of your mistake before it was over. "please what baby, use your words", he hissed back, "do you want my cock, you want to get fucked on top of your boyfriends car is that it?"

in the midst of everything, you completely forgot where you were. guilt started setting its way into your stomach once more. you wanted to curl up into a ball hiding yourself from the man in front of you. as ashamed as you were, you didn't want to think of it anymore, and your body was screaming at you, so you listened. "yes please fuck me until i forget" you begged him, "oh princess, trust me this will be a ride of a lifetime", he said before unveiling his cock, pressing it into you, his hips snapping into you. he was slightly longer and thicker than eunseok. easily reaching places, it took your boyfriend a few moments to get to. you gasped, exhaling every bit of bitter air that entered your lungs. he was knocking the wind out of you with every thrust. the car shaking, the hood bending with the weight of you and the force and speed of his hips pistoling in and out of your core.

"if only eunseok could see this, his precious girlfriend getting railed by his arch nemisis," wonbin teased. you hated to admit this to yourself, but the thought of it kinda turned you on. maybe if eunseok saw you like this, he would realize you dont deserve to be treated like a bargaining chip. your eyes rolled into the back of your head, biting down on your lip until you nearly bled, feeling your second orgasm of the night rapidly approaching. eunseok had never made you cum this fast, he was a sweet lover, but it wasnt always enough for you. maybe what you needed this whole time was someone who knew how to push your buttons. strings of curses flew from your mouth, as your body was being thrown around the hood of the car. wonbins bicepts flexing as he held your legs strongly around his waist.

"almost there baby, cum for me, let everyone hear whose the champion, who is fucking you this good," wonbin exclaimed. you went to cover your face, becoming extremely overwhelmed by his words. wonbin wasn't having that though, he needed to see every expression, every scrunch of your nose, and curve of your lips as you were overcome with pleasure. he grabbed your wrists pinning them above your head, "come on baby, say it, let eunseok know who the real winner is". your throat raw, and mouth dry, as you clenched around the man whose name came out of your mouth in broken screams and moans. wonbin pulled out of you, "thats it baby" he groaned as he painted your tits and stomach with his release.

your chest heaved, your body tingly, and brain nearly checked out. barely catching your breath, you were startled by the sound of your phone ringing from your pocket in your shorts. wonbin got off you, and as he pulled his pants back on, grabbing your device, bringing it to his ear "y/n phone, may i ask who is calling?" wonbin answered. you sat up, inching off the hood collecting yourself when you heard "oh its you, yeah, she's right here. we are by your car, she's exhausted, " wonbin exasperated into the speaker. realizing he was talking to eunseok, you quickly made yourself look as presentable as possible, hoping there were no signs of the sinful act that had just taken place. suddenly, the door slammed open, your boyfriend pacing towards you.

"times up, we are going home right now," he yelled. you turned to face wonbin for the final time that night, as he placed his index finger over his lips in a shushing motion, winking at you. when eunseok made his way over to your side, opening the passenger door for you, he took notice of your change in appearance. "why are you wearing wonbins jacket?" he said in disgust. you gulped, eyes beelining towards the ground, studdering trying to find an explanation. "didnt want her to catch a cold. besides it looks better on her anyway, you can give it back to me at the next race...when i beat you again." he confidently said as he walked over, getting in the driver seat of his own car, reving the engine and driving off into the starry night. as your boyfriend drove home, you clenched onto his rivals jacket, knees buckling as you recalled the events that had transpired, both of you sitting in silence, as the recollection of the time spent with wonbin slipped into the unknown.

#yummyuta #riize smut #riize hard hours #wonbin smut

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masteroverthinker · 2 years

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Chae Wonseok x Reader - Bookstore Date

(mengandung curhatan personal. sebenernya ini self insert tapi saya buat x reader supaya kita bisa halu bersama. HAHAHA)

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Wonseok – Bookstore Date

“Eh, kita ke sini, yuk!”

Mataku langsung berbinar-binar saat melihat surga dunia di depanku—sebuah toko buku. Entah kapan terakhir kali aku ke sana. Tanpa berbasa-basi, aku menarik tangan Wonseok.

Namun, dia menahanku.

“Eh, jangan!” serunya. “Kita… ke tempat lain saja.”

Aku berbalik dan mengerutkan dahi. “Memangnya kenapa?”

Mata hitam jernihnya memandangku lekat-lekat. Ia menggigit bibir saat aku mengeluarkan jurus puppy eyes. Sambil mengacak rambut, ia menyahut, “Aku… aku nggak punya uang.”

“Ya ampun, kirain apa!”

“Yah… kamu ‘kan suka baca buku, kalau masuk ke sana pasti ada yang mau kamu beli, ‘kan?” Tangan besarnya menggenggam tanganku. “Aku lagi nggak ada uang untuk beliin kamu, jadi—“

Aku tertawa. Wajah Wonseok yang sedang kebingungan terlihat sangat lucu. “Apaan, sih! Memangnya kamu pikir aku ini apa? Kamu tuh pacarku, bukan sugar daddy-ku.”

Mata mengantuk Wonseok langsung terbelalak lebar. “Kamu punya sugar daddy?”

“Iya, bapaknya Jay!” jawabku sembari menoyor dahinya. “Bukan itu maksudnya, dodol! Lagian sejak kapan kamu wajib beliin apa yang aku mau?”

“Yah… mana bisa aku diam saja kalau pacarku ingin sesuatu.”

“Aku juga punya uang sendiri, kali,” aku berjinjit untuk mengacak rambut poni belah sampingnya, lalu menoyor dahinya sekali lagi. “Aku senang kamu perhatian, tapi ya… nggak perlu segitunya juga.”

Wonseok memegangi dahinya seakan-akan toyoranku menembus ke otak. “Jadi… kamu mau beli buku pakai uang kamu sendiri?”

“Nggak juga, sih. Aku juga lagi nggak ada uang.”

“Apaan, sih!” Kali ini Wonseok yang menjitak kepalaku.

“Memang ada tulisan, kalau masuk wajib beli? Nggak, ‘kan?” balasku dengan santai. “Kita masuk dan lihat-lihat saja juga nggak bakal ditangkap polisi, kok. Aku sering masuk cuma lihat-lihat.”

Senyum tipis menghiasi bibir mengilap pacar dodolku itu. Namun, dengan ragu-ragu ia kembali bertanya, “Tapi… beneran, nih? Kamu yakin—“

“Ih, kamu kebanyakan tanya, kayak ibu-ibu mau belanja sayur! Sudah, ayo!”

Dalam sekejap, kami sudah berada di dalam toko buku. Mataku menatap buku demi buku yang menumpuk dengan cantik. Aku sampai mendongak demi melihat rak-rak yang menjulang tinggi. Setiap kali ada pegawai yang lewat, aku mengangguk pelan dan tersenyum. Rasanya sangat menyenangkan. Tanpa kusadari, aku bertepuk tangan seperti anak kecil.

“Biar sudah lama nggak ke toko buku, rasa senangnya masih tetap sama,” gumamku. “Lihat ke mana dulu, ya… novel? Komik? Dasar gila, kenapa Sherlock Holmes dan karya-karya Agatha Christie dicetak ulang terus, sih! Cover-nya bagus-bagus semua pula, aku ‘kan jadi tergoda. Ah, ke tempat buku sejarah juga kayaknya asyik. Atau—“

“Ehem!” Wonseok berdeham. Aku menoleh dan ternyata dia sedang menunjuk dirinya sendiri. Bibirnya maju lima senti dan pipinya menggembung seperti mochi, membentuk ekspresi merajuk terimut yang pernah kulihat. “Kamu lupa kalau lagi bareng aku?”

“Lho, iya juga! Ternyata aku lagi sama pacarku yang gemas ini, ya?” aku terkekeh sambil mencubit pipinya. “Boleh nggak, kalau kita jalan masing-masing dulu? Aku sudah lama nggak keliling toko buku, jadi aku mau lihat-lihat sendiri….”

“Hei, apa bedanya kalau ada aku?”

“Aduh… pokoknya beda! Sana, sana! Kalau aku sudah selesai keliling sendiri, kita keliling bareng, oke?”

Ekspresi merajuknya bertambah jelek. Bukannya kasihan atau merasa bersalah, aku malah jadi geli. “Cih… baiklah.”

Kaki jenjangnya lantas melangkah dengan gontai. Ia terlihat seperti tanaman layu karena berjalan sambil membungkuk.

Begitu punggungnya tak lagi terlihat, aku langsung mengacungkan jempol. Kepalaku penuh dengan buku-buku yang ada di seluruh penjuru. Ada komik-komik yang harus kulihat—sepertinya aku ketinggalan beberapa edisi komik detektif dan olahraga. Kadang ada komik romansa yang menarik… aku juga senang melihat judul populer terpajang di rak buku, meski aku tidak terlalu tertarik pada ceritanya. Lalu kalau novel… melihat sampulnya saja sudah membuatku gembira. Kalau beruntung, aku bisa mencium aroma buku baru yang menyeruak dari ujung segel plastik.

Beberapa waktu berlalu setelah aku berkeliling sambil memeriksa buku-buku baru, buku lama yang menarik perhatian tapi tak pernah bisa kubeli, hingga buku klasik yang dipajang sepanjang tahun. Wonseok memang benar—kalau sudah melihat, aku jadi ingin membelinya. Yah, itu wajar saja, ‘kan?

Tapi aku cukup tahu diri. Uangku tidak cukup, jadi aku tidak akan memaksakan diri membeli hal-hal di luar kemampuanku.

Rasanya menyedihkan. Aku jadi semakin merindukan masa kecil yang selalu terasa lebih indah dibandingkan penatnya kehidupan orang dewasa. Dulu, aku tinggal mengambil buku mana yang aku inginkan, dan ayahku yang akan membayarnya. Aku tinggal memeluk buku itu dan membacanya—di restoran, di perjalanan pulang, dan saat di rumah. Ibu akan marah karena aku tidak berganti pakaian dan malah terpaku pada buku.

Masa-masa yang sederhana dan menyenangkan.

Sekarang, aku harus berpikir ribuan kali jika ingin membeli sesuatu, termasuk buku yang sangat kusukai. Menghasilkan uang itu tidak semudah menghabiskannya. Yah, setidaknya masih ada hal positif di balik itu. Aku jadi membeli buku-buku berkualitas yang memang ‘kubutuhkan’. Aku juga jadi lebih menghargai setiap buku yang kumiliki. Kegembiraan karena berhasil membeli sesuatu dengan hasil jerih payah sendiri juga sangat manis rasanya.

Mungkin itu benar-benar positif… atau aku hanya menghibur diriku sendiri.

Tapi, bagaimana dengan Wonseok?

Hatiku mendadak terasa nyeri membayangkannya. Dia hidup di panti asuhan sejak kecil—tidak ada yang menyayanginya. Meski begitu, dia masih bisa memberikan kasih sayang untuk orang lain… hingga dirinya kehabisan kasih sayang untuk diri sendiri.

Saat aku masih menjadi bocah manja, dia terpaksa dewasa lebih dulu. Dia tidak punya kenangan indah sepertiku. Saat melihat buku-buku begini, apa yang ada di bayangannya?

Bahkan dia tidak punya banyak kesempatan bersentuhan dengan buku karena dia putus sekolah.

“Aku gila… kenapa aku baru kepikiran sekarang?” aku menjitak diriku sendiri. “Sudah memaksa masuk, aku suruh dia sendirian pula.”

Sambil terus menyesali keputusanku, aku celingukan mencarinya. Dia ada di tempat yang paling tidak cocok untuknya—sekaligus tempat yang bisa kutebak: bagian buku pelajaran.

Ia sedang mendongak, memamerkan dagu lancip dan rahangnya yang—oh, oke, ini bukan waktunya untuk itu. Tapi dia benar-benar sedang mendongak, menatap buku-buku pelajaran yang berjejer di hadapannya. Tatapan matanya terlihat… hampa. Ia tidak menangis, tetapi ia juga tidak terlihat bersemangat. Sorot mata hitamnya menyiratkan kerinduan akan hal yang tidak pernah bisa ia miliki.

“Hei, Wonseok.”

Wonseok tertegun. Selayaknya orang yang sudah terbiasa memaksakan diri agar bisa bahagia, ia langsung membuang ekspresi kosongnya dan tersenyum.

“Kamu sudah selesai keliling?”

“Iya,” aku menjawab sambil meraih tangannya. “Kamu sudah lihat-lihat apa saja?”

Jelas sekali kalau ia berusaha menghindari bertatapan mata denganku. Mungkin dia tahu kalau aku sudah bisa menebak dan hanya berpura-pura bertanya. “Tadi, yah… aku keliling-keliling saja. Nggak ada yang terlalu spesial… kebetulan saja tadi lewat sini, jadi aku mau lihat.”

Dasar bodoh. Memang perasaannya itu koreng? Kenapa harus disembunyikan, sih?

Tapi yah, aku tidak bisa sepenuhnya menyalahkan Wonseok.

“Kayaknya kamu lumayan lama lihat-lihat di sini, ya,” ucapku sambil melihat buku-buku yang ada di dekat kami. Kami berada di antara deretan buku untuk SMP dan SMA. Mungkin… dia merindukan pelajaran yang pernah dia terima di SMP. Mungkin juga dia… merasa sayang karena tidak pernah duduk di bangku SMA.

“Nggak juga, sih. Aku hanya berpikir, mungkin ini… mungkin ada yang berguna untuk Yejin dan Eunbi,” Wonseok menjawab dengan suara serak. “Kalau ada yang bagus, nanti kubelikan untuk mereka saat gajian.”

“Yejin dan Eunbi saja?”

“Apa? Ya, tentu saja… kalau Yena ‘kan belum umurnya.”

Aku tersenyum tipis. “Kamu gimana?”

“A, aku?” ulang Wonseok, seolah tidak percaya. Ia mengibaskan tangannya dan tertawa kaku. “Kok jadi aku? Apa hubungannya, aku sudah ketuaan. Ngapain beli buku pelajaran, ya ‘kan?”

Orang ini… kadang dia sangat manis, tapi kadang juga sangat menyebalkan. “Kamu itu maling, ya?”

“Maling? Ya… maling hatimu?”

“Heh, aku nggak lagi ngajak bercanda!” omelku seraya menoyor dahinya lagi—entah sudah yang keberapa kali untuk hari ini. “Itu benar sih, tapi bukan begitu… maksudku, memang kamu maling dan aku polisi? Sampai-sampai kamu harus berbohong saat aku tanya. Apa aku harus paksa supaya kamu mengaku?”

Dia tertawa salah tingkah, tetapi tidak menjawab apa-apa. Aku menghela napas. “Nunduk sedikit, dong.”

Anak yang penurut—dia langsung menunduk begitu kuminta. Itu memudahkanku untuk mengelus kepalanya. Matanya langsung terbelalak. Meski ini bukan yang pertama kali, wajahnya tetap memerah.

“Kalau denganku, nggak usah bohong,” bisikku. “Nggak ada yang salah dengan perasaanmu, kamu nggak perlu malu… apalagi kalau sama aku.”

“Oh….”

“Kayaknya di rumah masih ada beberapa buku lamaku. Mungkin kita bisa pakai itu dulu,” aku bergumam pelan. Sudah sangat lama aku tidak menyentuh buku pelajaran, jadi aku tidak yakin di mana mereka berada—tapi aku akan mengerahkan seluruh tenagaku untuk menemukannya. “Sementara kita pakai itu, sampai kita… punya cukup uang untuk beli yang baru. Kamu bisa belajar bareng Yejin dan Eunbi, kok.”

Matanya sedikit berkaca-kaca. Karena dia sudah berdiri tegak, aku mengganti gestur mengelus kepala dengan menepuk-nepuk punggung tangannya.

“Tenang saja, ‘kan ada aku!” aku membusungkan dada dengan bangga. “Begini begini, aku lumayan pintar sewaktu sekolah, jadi aku pede bisa mengajari kalian. Pastinya tetap beda dari sekolah yang asli, tapi setidaknya—“

Kalimatku terpotong di sana. Wonseok tiba-tiba mendekat dan langsung menjatuhkan kepalanya di bahuku, lalu melingkarkan kedua tangan kekarnya di punggungku. Ia memelukku dengan sangat erat sampai aku tidak bisa berkata-kata. Tubuh yang biasanya terlihat kokoh itu, saat ini terlihat sedikit gemetar.

Mau tidak mau aku jadi tertawa. Aku menepuk-nepuk punggungnya, lalu mengejek, “Jangan nangis. Nggak malu sama Yena?”

Ia menggeleng tanpa menjawab apa-apa. Untunglah toko buku itu sedang tidak ramai, jadi aku bisa meneruskan menghibur bayi besar yang bersembunyi di balik topeng ‘paman’ ini.

“Ya, ya, aku bercanda. ‘Kan justru aku yang sering suruh kamu nangis kalau memang lagi butuh.”

“Apa aku pernah bilang kalau aku cinta kamu?”

“Hmmm… mungkin?” godaku. “Kamu ngitung nggak, pernah bilang berapa kali?”

Wonseok tertawa kecil. “Yah… kalau dihitung, biasanya dua ratus tiga puluh tiga kali dalam sehari. Sekarang aku mau bilang untuk yang ke-234 kali.”

Ia melepas pelukannya, lalu menatap mataku dalam-dalam dengan mata yang masih sembap. “Aku cinta kamu.”

Kecepatan detak jantungku langsung meningkat. Meski dia memang sangat sering mengucapkan kata-kata itu, bukan berarti aku jadi terbiasa. Sepertinya jantungku sudah jadi sangat kekar sekarang karena semua dagdigdug yang telah kurasakan.

“Kenapa mulutmu gampang banget sih, bilang itu,” ucapku dengan nada protes. Terkadang aku merasa bersalah karena tidak bisa membalas ucapan itu sesering dia mengucapkannya padaku. Bagaimana caranya, sih? Kata-kata itu memang sederhana, tapi selalu tersangkut di tenggorokanku. Sebelum aku sempat mengucapkannya, pipiku sudah jadi tomat dan akhirnya kata-kata itu tertelan bersama dengan ludah.

“Ya… soalnya memang itu kenyataannya,” Wonseok menyahut enteng. “Aku tahu kadang kamu frustasi karena ada kalanya aku nggak bisa jujur tentang perasaanku. Untungnya kamu bisa tetap mengerti meski aku nggak banyak bicara.”

“Ya jelas aku ngerti, dulu kamu kalau ngomong setengah-setengah! Aku sudah terlatih, tahu?”

Kali ini Wonseok tertawa lepas. Senyumku ikut mengembang melihat ekspresinya yang begitu cerah dan polos.

“Kalau begitu… coba kita pikir-pikir. Sebaiknya apa yang dipelajari duluan?” aku mengusap daguku, berlagak seperti detektif. “Matematika, supaya kamu makin jago menghitung angka kemenanganmu? Ya, kayaknya itu cocok—meski aku harus peringatkan kalau matematika itu nggak cuma penjumlahan. Biologi juga berguna supaya kamu lebih kenal cara kerja tubuh… oh, tapi aku paling jago pelajaran-pelajaran sosial.”

“Apa pun itu, kalau kamu yang jadi gurunya, aku pasti nyimak.”

Aku menepuk pelan tangannya. “Kalau setiap ngegombal kamu dapat uang, kamu bisa bantu Hyun biayain Yena sampai lulus kuliah.”

“Lho, padahal aku serius! Aku jadi nggak sabar dan cepat-cepat mau lihat kamu ngajar. Yejin dan Eunbi juga pasti senang.”

“Aku ini lumayan galak, lho?”

“Justru itu yang aku suka.”

Gila, dia betul-betul gila. Kukira aku cukup jago membalas perkataan orang, tetapi di hadapan Wonseok, otakku harus bekerja sepuluh kali lebih keras.

“Ja… jangan senang dulu!” aku berteriak. “Meskipun ini bukan sekolah betulan, aku akan tetap kasih PR dan ulangan!”

Ekspresi usil yang jarang muncul di wajah Wonseok kini tampak dari seringai lebarnya. Ia mengangguk dengan percaya diri. “Nggak masalah. Kedengarannya seru buatku. Tapi kalau nanti nilai-nilaiku bagus, kamu harus kasih hadiah, ya.”

“Haa… kamu ini benar-benar… ya sudah, memangnya kamu mau hadiah apa?”

Ia tidak langsung menjawab. Setelah beberapa lama mengusap dagu dengan mata terpejam, tiba-tiba matanya berbinar-binar penuh semangat. Ia sedikit menunduk agar tingginya lebih sejajar denganku.

Aku hanya bisa mengerutkan alis. Di saat-saat tertentu, dia punya ide aneh yang tak terpikirkan olehku—dan sepertinya sekarang adalah salah satunya.

“Hadiahnya...” Wonseok berbisik pelan, lalu menempelkan telunjuknya di bibirku. “Aku mau ini.”

Tubuhku menjadi sekaku patung. Setelah memproses kata-katanya, aku langsung melompat ke belakang hingga kepalaku hampir mengenai rak buku. Untungnya Wonseok langsung melindungi kepalaku dengan tangannya dan membantuku berdiri tegak.

“Hei, kamu kenapa?”

Jantungku berdegup dengan sangat keras hingga kurasa semua orang yang ada di toko buku ini bisa mendengarnya. Seluruh wajahku terasa panas seolah aku ada di dekat perapian.

Ada begitu banyak kata-kata yang datang dan pergi di kepalaku, menunggu mana yang akan kupilih untuk diucapkan. Namun, setelah lama mematung, akhirnya aku hanya mengucapkan tiga kata.

“Dasar Wonseok gilaaaa!”

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Wonseok x Baking Date

“Kita mungkin tidak punya uang, tapi kita punya otak dan tangan. Jadi tak usah khawatir.”

Aku berjinjit untuk mengacak rambut Wonseok dengan tujuan untuk menghiburnya. Bibirnya masih mengerucut.

“Kalau saja aku nggak sakit… aku nggak perlu cuti dan uangku akan cukup untuk membelikan Yena kue ulang tahun—“

“Kamu nyebelin, deh!” omelku seraya mencubit pipinya yang menggembung. “Kamu pikir Yena akan senang kalau kamu tetap kerja dalam keadaan sakit? Dia sayang kamu. Dia pasti lebih memilih pamannya dibandingkan kue.”

“Tapi….”

“Sekali lagi kamu ngomong tapi, aku balikan sama mantanku, nih.”

Wonseok langsung terlonjak kaget. “Heh, ancaman macam apa itu!”

“Makanya nggak usah terus-terusan menyesal. Kita harus cepat selesaikan kuenya sebelum orang-orang pulang!”

Bahan-bahan membuat kue yang ada di hadapan kami seakan sedang melotot, menunggu untuk diolah. Tepung, telur, gula, cokelat, pengembang kue... uang tabungan Wonseok tidak cukup untuk membeli kue ulang tahun di toko kue, jadi aku menyarankan agar kami membuatnya sendiri. Sejujurnya aku tidak terlalu percaya diri dalam hal memanggang kue, tetapi aku tidak ingin Wonseok sedih karena rencananya gagal.

Jang Hyun sudah menghabiskan uangnya untuk membawa Yena dan anggota Hostel lainnya bermain di taman hiburan, jadi Wonseok berinisiatif untuk tinggal di rumah demi menyiapkan pesta kejutan. Dia hancur sekali saat tahu uangnya bahkan tidak cukup untuk membeli kue.

Terkadang aku berharap Jay adalah teman dekat kami.

“Hei, kenapa kamu bengong?” Wonseok mendadak bertanya sambil menempelkan tangannya di dahiku. “Kamu sakit?”

“Nggak, nggak. Aku hanya berpikir harus membuat apa,” sahutku. “Bahannya banyak. Gimana kalau kita buat kue dan kukis juga? Yena suka dua-duanya, ‘kan?”

“Kurasa begitu.”

Aku menggulung lengan bajuku sambil melirik ke arah jam dinding di dapur. “Semoga waktunya cukup. Kamu siapkan timbangan dan wadah-wadahnya, ya. Habis itu tolong potong cokelatnya… aku urus sisanya.”

Tanpa banyak mengobrol, kami langsung bekerja. Aku menimbang segala bahan yang diperlukan dengan ekstra hati-hati. Kami tidak boleh gagal dan membuang-buang uang! Bahkan saat mencampur bahan dan mengaduk adonan pun, kami tidak boleh sembarangan. Kalau dapurnya terlalu kotor, waktu kami akan habis untuk bersih-bersih. Padahal kami harus mendekorasi ruang tengah juga.

“Ugh.” Aku melepaskan tanganku dari kocokan, lalu menggoyangkannya pelan. Mengocok adonan kukis menggunakan kocokan tangan sangat melelahkan!

Wonseok menatapku dengan agak iba. “Pegal, ya? Mau kugantikan?”

“Nggak usah,” tolakku. “Kalau kamu yang kocok, bisa-bisa adonannya tumpah ke mana-mana karena kamu nggak bisa mengatur tenaga!”

“Tapi… kalau tanganmu sampai sakit….”

“Memangnya aku boneka? Kamu berlebihan.”

Pada akhirnya aku yang menang. Wonseok hanya menghela napas, lalu menepuk-nepuk kepalaku. “Kalau kamu memang sakit, bilang saja. Aku juga bisa mengatur tenaga, kok.”

“Ini sudah selesai, kok!” aku menjawab dengan nada bangga.

Di depan kami, ada semangkuk edible cookie dough yang sudah jadi. Aku menghabiskan banyak waktu untuk benda ini karena kupikir Yena akan menyukai teksturnya. Semua anak kecil pasti pernah—atau setidaknya pernah bermimpi—menjilati adonan kue. Senyum lebar Yena sudah terbayang di kepalaku.

“Kita harus cicipi dulu….”

Aku mencolek edible cookie dough buatanku dengan ujung telunjuk tangan kanan. Itu adalah masakanku sendiri, tapi rasanya tetap kagum. Tampilannya cantik dan teksturnya terasa lucu. Sekarang aku tinggal melahapnya dan….

“Enak.”

Adonan itu mendadak hilang. Lenyap. Di saat aku masih mematung karena tidak percaya dengan apa yang baru saja terjadi, Wonseok merendahkan tubuh untuk menatap mataku dari dekat.

“Kenapa kamu bengong?” tanyanya. “Rasanya enak.”

Wajahku rasanya hampir meledak.

“Ka… kamu!” aku berteriak sambil menunjuk ke arah Wonseok dengan telunjukku. “Belajar dari mana yang kayak tadi?”

Bukannya menjawab, dia malah terkekeh. “Keren ya? Aku sudah menunggu lama ingin mencoba yang kayak begitu.”

“Keren apanya! Kok bisa—aku nggak nyangka—“

Sekujur tubuhku gemetar karena terkejut. Wonseok… dia menjilat telunjukku dan mencuri adonan kue yang kucolek.

Selain persoalan kebersihan, aku juga sangat terguncang karena Wonseok tak pernah seberani ini. Apa dia menonton film-film aneh? Atau dia bergaul dengan womanizer seperti Seongeun dan Om Gabryong—tunggu, Om Gabryong sudah meninggal. Aku nyaris lupa.

“Memangnya ini… mengagetkan banget, ya?”

Aku langsung memukul bahunya. “Tentu saja! Itu jorok dan… jorok. Satu kata yang sama, tapi punya dua makna yang berbeda. Kamu paham, ‘kan?”

“Hei… ini adegan film romansa biasa, kok. Aku nggak sengaja masuk ke kamar Yejin dan Eunbi waktu mereka main film, dan pas banget ada adegan begini,” kilah Wonseok. “Sejak saat itu, aku jadi terus terpikir ingin mencobanya.”

Yejin dan Eubi, katanya?

“Ja… jangan biarkan Yejin dan Eunbi nonton film romansa kayak begitu lagi! Kamu gila? Mereka belum cukup umur untuk lihat yang kayak begitu!”

Wonseok menggaruk kepalanya, lalu mengiyakan. “Aku juga langsung mengomeli mereka kok waktu itu. Tapi, yah… kalau kita ‘kan sudah cukup umur.”

“Haaaah….” Lututku rasanya lemas. “Kamu mendingan dekor ruang tengah saja, deh. Bisa-bisa kuenya gosong semua kalau aku bikin kue sambil dengar gombalanmu yang bikin merinding.”

“Kalau begitu, aku nggak bisa lihat kamu bikin kue, dong?”

“Aku nggak menerima protes. Sudah, sana!”

Pengusiran itu baru berhasil setelah aku berulang kali menendang pelan kaki Wonseok dan mendorong punggungnya. Akhirnya ia setuju untuk mendekor ruang tengah lebih dulu.

Setelah dia pergi, aku tidak langsung lanjut bekerja. Sebaliknya… aku benar-benar terjatuh dalam posisi bersimpuh. Tanganku memegangi jantung—sebuah upaya untuk mengendalikan debaran tak karuan gara-gara tingkah Wonseok. Tentu saja, itu sia-sia.

Gila. Dia pasti sudah gila, begitu pikirku. Dia melihat adegan film sinting itu dan terus terpikir ingin mencobanya? Ke depannya aku harus memastikan Yejin dan Eunbi tidak boleh nonton film-film yang aneh. Genre romansa tak boleh tayang di Hostel!

Aku memandangi jari telunjukku.

Tapi, yah… sebenarnya nggak terlalu buruk juga, sih….

“Aaaah, gila! Apa yang kupikirkan?” aku meneriaki diriku sendiri. “Sudah, sudah, aku harus cepat membuat kue lainnya!”

Rasanya agak sepi karena tidak ada Wonseok. Namun, berkat itu juga, aku bisa bekerja dengan lebih tenang. Selagi jarum jam terus bergerak maju dan peluhku bercucuran… tahu-tahu aku sudah menyelesaikan kue dua tingkat dengan hiasan bunga dan tuan putri dari krim gula. Ada pula sepiring kukis yang masih panas. Cokelat lumernya begitu menggugah selera.

“Mungkin aku berbakat. Apa aku harus buka toko kue?” gumamku.

Kue ini semuanya tinggal dibawa ke ruang tengah dan disusun rapi. Jang Hyun dan yang lain mungkin akan pulang sebentar lagi.

“Kalau kue nggak bisa dicicipi, sih. Tapi kalau kukis cokelat harusnya bisa, ‘kan?” Aku menatap kukis cokelat itu. Tanganku mendekat perlahan. “Masih agak panas, tapi kalau nggak kucoba sekarang… malah kurang enak karena cokelatnya nggak lumer lagi.”

Ujung jariku menyentuh kukis itu. Panas! Seharusnya aku sadar bahwa itu adalah pertanda buruk, tetapi aku mengabaikannya. Aku hanya meniup kukis itu beberapa kali, lalu langsung memasukkannya ke dalam mulut.

Sebelum aku bisa merasakan manis, renyah, atau rasa-rasa lainnya… aku hanya bisa merasakan 1 hal.

“Pwah… pwahnasss!” teriakku. “Pleh! Panas!”

Lidahku rasanya seperti terbakar. Aku langsung menyesal karena sudah mencoba kukis itu—apakah ini adalah ganjaran karena memakan kukis milik anak kecil?

“Ufh…” aku berjalan untuk mengambil air dingin. Panasnya belum hilang dari bibirku. Apa jangan-jangan bibirku membengkak?

“Hei! Kamu nggak apa?” Wonseok muncul di hadapanku dengan ekspresi panik. “Tadi aku dengar kamu teriak—“

“Hehe… pwahnas.”

Wonseok terlihat kaget. Aku tidak bisa mengatakan apa-apa lagi karena lidah dan bibirku masih terasa sangat panas. Tangannya lantas meraih gelas yang sedang kupegang. Dengan buru-buru, ia mengisi gelasnya dengan air dingin, lalu meminumnya. Semula aku ingin protes karena malah dia yang meminum air dingin. Namun… rupanya itu tak perlu kulakukan.

Mendadak ia melingkarkan tangannya di pinggangku, membawaku ke dekatnya, lalu mencium bibirku.

Aku ingin langsung melepaskan diri, tetapi cengkraman Wonseok di pinggangku sangat kuat. Air dingin yang baru ia minum membuat bibirnya terasa sejuk. Napasnya juga segar. Aku tidak bisa berbohong—rasa terbakar yang baru saja menyiksaku perlahan-lahan menghilang. Ketimbang protes… mungkin memang lebih menguntungkan kalau aku memejamkan mataku dan mengikuti permainannya.

“Mmm, pe—permisi….”

Suara serak Eunggo yang terdengar canggung membuatku batal memejamkan mata. Aku langsung mendorong Wonseok dan berjalan mendekati Eunggo.

“Ha, halo, Eunggo!” sapaku dengan gugup. “Kalian… kalian semua sudah pulang, ya! Hahaha. Untung kuenya sudah jadi semua!”

“I… iya… kakak ipar!” Eunggo juga tertawa kaku. “Emm… sebenarnya aku pulang duluan karena diminta Hyun merapikan rumah. Tapi ternyata kalian sudah merapikannya ya, emm… lalu aku mencium aroma kue di dapur, dan saat aku ke sini….”

“Iya, kami sudah merapikannya!” balas Wonseok. “Sekarang kamu ngapain? Ayo cepat bantu kami membawa kue-kue ini ke ruang tengah!”

“Ba, baik! Aku… aku akan membawanya dan… eh… baiklah!”

Eunggo buru-buru mengambil nampan kue ulang tahun Yena. Ia berjalan dengan hati-hati untuk membawa kue itu. Wonseok terlihat puas karena Eunggo meninggalkan dapur. Namun, sebelum dia sempat berkata apa-apa, aku menginjak kakinya sekuat tenaga.

“Awww! Kok kamu injak kakiku?”

“Kamu hari ini kenapa, sih?” bentakku. “Ngaku, deh! Kamu hanya jual nama Yejin dan Eunbi, ‘kan? Pasti kamu yang nonton film-film aneh! Kamu nggak pernah kayak begini sebelumnya.”

Wonseok menunduk. Ekspresinya sulit dibaca—dahinya mengerut seakan ia kecewa, tetapi matanya juga memancarkan rasa bersalah. “Kamu… nggak suka?”

“Hah?”

Otakku langsung berhenti bekerja. Nggak suka? Jadi ini persoalan suka atau tidak?

Kalau ditanya begitu, tentu saja jawabannya….

“Aku betul-betul terinspirasi dari film yang ditonton Yejin dan Eunbi, kok,” ucap Wonseok seraya menggenggam tanganku. “Para tokoh utamanya kelihatan sangat… senang dan menikmati hal-hal kayak begini. Kupikir kamu akan suka juga.”

Curang sekali. Dua kali dia melakukan hal gila yang membuatku hampir meledak dan meleleh, tetapi sekarang dia memasang tampang sedih yang imut.

Aku memalingkan wajah, tetapi tidak melepaskan genggaman tangannya. “Aku… aku bukannya nggak suka. Hanya saja, ini bukan kamu yang biasanya. Aku kaget dan merasa kurang nyaman saja. Kamu nggak perlu mengikuti film, aku akan selalu suka kamu dan… dan apa pun yang kita lakukan.”

“Sungguh?”

“Sung… sungguh.”

Kali ini, dia tersenyum manis. Rasa kukis yang tadi hanya membakar mulutku, seolah tergantikan dengan senyumannya saat ini.

“Maafkan aku,” bisiknya. “Lain kali aku nggak akan melakukan hal-hal yang membuatmu kurang nyaman.”

Aku menghela napas dan berkacak pinggang. “Benar… ada banyak masalah kalau kamu ngikutin film romansa begitu saja. Kehidupan nyata nggak sesimpel itu, tahu? Kita perlu izin, komunikasi, dan—“

“Kalau begitu, apa sekarang aku boleh peluk?”

Wonseok merentangkan kedua tangannya. Sebuah undangan terbuka yang sangat sulit kutolak, terlebih dia menyunggingkan seulas senyum dan berkata, “Pelukan minta maaf.”

“Huh.” Aku mendengus, tetapi menjatuhkan tubuhku di pelukannya. Hangat. “Setelah ini, kita harus mengecek kamar Yejin dan Eunbi untuk menyingkirkan hal-hal yang nggak sesuai umur mereka.”

“Baiklah, baiklah.”

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