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Hi!

I'm sorry for taking so long to update, I had a pretty busy weekend, and I'm also preparing for a piano and singing presentation, so yeah a bit busy.

Anyways, feel free to request.

This oneshot will get a bit hot towards the end, though I dunno if I should continue the scene into the mature part. If you want me to continue, comment!

Also this one shot actually has a spotify playlist which is at this link.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5APJ2SWpgUXBun9tYTV7FY?si=vL6aLxjOSCi86KnjlZy9Xg

Alright, then enjoy this

Yohan X Wooseok oneshot!

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Wooseok had insisted that it was completely fine. Even though he felt his entire body tremble, his fingers were numb, and his lips looked an unhealthy tone of purple, due to the suddenly very chill autumn night, he had insisted he was fine. He admitted he secretly hoped Yohan would do something, anything to make him warm, because he was entirely sure he would die if he stayed outside with such thin clothes for more five minutes.

Yohan is a close friend. Wooseok still remembers the day Yohan had arrived at university, completely lost and ecstatic with the amount of new things he was seeing at once. Well, his distraction led into him ending up in the music department building. And that's how they met. Wooseok was playing the piano in one of the classrooms, and Yohan followed the sound to try and get help on figuring out where he had to be. And Wooseok quickly figured out it was better if he walked the younger to the hall himself, since he would clearly get lost again.

Ever since then, they became close. Not only because they were in the same major, they just clicked. Wooseok is the type of person to be mature and cold towards others, but once you got to know him, his image changed entirely. He always had to be reminded to do things, easily fell or tripped on things, didn't eat well. He was basically a baby that needed care.

Well, Yohan was the complete opposite. While he did seem like the careless, distracted kind, he turned into a complete caring, almost motherly friend. He would constantly remind his hyung to eat, to wear warm clothes, to remember to take his vitamins, everything.

And that's how their dynamics worked. Yohan took care of Wooseok when it came to staying healthy physically, and Wooseok made Yohan comfortable enough to talk about his feelings, and actually gave great advice, to make the younger emotionally healthy.

And that night wasn't different. The two had stayed out late at the library since finals were coming soon. As soon as Yohan had stepped in and saw Wooseok the first thing he said was a comment on how thin his clothes were. Not his fault it suddenly decided to be winter in the middle of autumn, and all he was wearing was a white shirt and a red, yellow and orange thick stripped cardigan and jeans. Yohan, though, seemed completely prepared, wearing a thick beige turtleneck and a thick college style jacket. Very boyfriend material, he had to add.

"Just accept it already, you're trembling more than an angry chihuahua"

Wooseok started to protest, clearly annoyed with the comparison, but before he could say anything Yohan had already wrapped his own jacket around Wooseok's shoulders. Instead of just letting go afterwards, Yohan actually hugged the older sideways, caressing his arm slightly as if to warm him up a bit. And Wooseok's cheeks suddenly matched the warm tones of the cardigan he wore underneath.

"You can just return it to me later. Or don't. You look good when you wear baggy jackets."

"Thank you... but I'll return it to you. I know it's one of your favorites."

"I like how it looks on me, but I like even better how it looks on you."

Anyone could find slightly weird how much they complimented and cared for each other. They were just used to doing so. Back when the two met, Wooseok wasn't in such a great psychological condition, often insecure and unconfident about himself. It became an habit for Yohan to try and cheer him up, show him how beautiful and amazing the older was in his eyes. And soon it became Wooseok's habit too, as a grateful gesture over how important Yohan is to him.

"Then... let me walk you to your dorm, Yohan-ah"

"It's almost the time for the dorms to close, and yours is opposite to mine. Let's just go separate ways, Seok, I don't want any of us to end up locked out"

"You have a point... let's see each other tomorrow then?"

"Sure. Rest well, Wooseok-ah, and get warm blankets. Also don't eat before bed, you know you get nightmares when you eat before sleeping."

"Sure, sure, mom, I will. You worry too much, Yohan. Good night, and thank you for the jacket. Rest well."

Wooseok started walking away, but not before smiling brightly at the younger, who gladly returned the gesture. Wooseok did usually seem annoyed at how he was constantly nagged at to take care of himself, but Yohan knew that deep down, he was thankful. Because that showed in the small moments that Wooseok smiled, or let his hand linger for a bit too long on his shoulder, arm or leg, or showed that worried look, or those whiny words and cute pouts. It's when Wooseok completely let his guard down, and then the younger could clearly see his true feelings.

It was like there was this silent agreement between them. Both new that their relationship was no ordinary friendship, but none of them took that extra step that could change it all. It was probably fear, denial, or anything of the sort. Fear of it not being real, or denial of their own feelings. Anyways, they weren't exactly unhappy with the situation. Actually, you could say they were happy, but they could be even happier if someone was to take that extra step. But that extra step for some reason felt like a cliff into the unknown. A free fall into a dark pit with no way of knowing what would happen in the end.

So they both stayed as it was. Letting their fears and insecurities contain their feelings. But that didn't stop them for craving for each other. So instead of returning the jacket to Yohan as soon as possible, Wooseok "forgot it at home" or "wanted to wash it before returning it" for 2 or 3 days. Truth is, the jacket smelt like Yohan and there was no better way to make Wooseok sleep than to wear it or hug it for a while, and maybe dream that it is Yohan holding him or being hugged by him.

One night, as he held the jacket while sitting on the couch, Wooseok felt something hard on the pocket. He was probably too tired to realize it on the other days, as as soon as he laid down he was already in dreamland. He tattered at the pockets to see what it could be and soon took out a small, phone like thing. So, Yohan had forgotten his ipod in the pocket of the jacket for that long and didn't realize it. Which was very weird for music majors.

Wooseok decided to check whether it was on or not, he should at least give it back charged, right? So he pressed the button to turn on the screen. And his heart almost stopped. Wooseok hurried to the table to get and put on his glasses, to check if his sight wasn't playing tricks on him. He looked again and again, even pinched himself once to know that he isn't having some very weird dream in the middle of class or something. No matter what he did, the words "To My Wooseok" stayed there, as the very first playlist. A picture of himself decorated the icon of it. His hair looked way too messy for his liking, and the angle seemed like the picture was taken from someone's pocket as he stood before them. Yohan probably snapped it secretly while they were practicing for some presentation.

His conscience was telling him to not look at it. To not go further. Probably it was just a joke, right? Yeah, Yohan was surely playing around with him. But it isn't very him to play pranks like that. In the end, Wooseok's curiosity got the best of him.

As soon as he clicked shuffle, he soon recognized the first song that came on. Your smile and you, by Victon. He never really paid attention to the lyrics, but he knew it was a break up song. Wooseok wondered why such a song would be for him.

My heart that was broader than the sky

Is becoming smaller and smaller

Yesterday and today,

You came to me

Making my heart freeze like ice

I see you next to me

Even in my dreams

Even I can’t win over you

I’ve already fallen for you

There’s no one but you

I can’t see

Anyone else

You’re smiling at me

With true feelings

Even if I throw away everything else

I only need that smile

What makes me go crazier

Is your existence

I’ve never said it was love

But I didn’t know

I’d become a fool like this

I don’t think you now

How your laugh makes my heart cry

I’m still trying to untie

The knots that those words made in me

I turn on music and it feels refreshing

Sometimes, my heart aches so I cry

I want to spread out and sleep comfortably

But why do I keep curling up into a ball?

Without you

My life has withered, it’s so dry

My heart is split

There are calluses deep inside

Thanks but even if it’s not for you

There are a lot of pitying eyes on me

I’m hoping it’s not too late

I hope flowers will bloom between the memories of breaking up

You’re smiling at me

With true feelings

Even if I throw away everything else

I only need that smile

What makes me go crazier

Is your existence

I’ve never said it was love

But I didn’t know

I’d become a fool like this

Did you eat?

Are you sick?

Aren’t you scared?

I’m really worried

I wanna see you even if it’s just for a moment

Don’t go, don’t go

Don’t leave me like this

I won’t let go of this hand

You’re smiling at me

With true feelings

Even if I throw away everything else

I only need that smile

What makes me go crazier

Is your existence

I’ve never said it was love

But I didn’t know

I’d become a fool like this

Lie lie lie lie lie

He took a while to figure out why such a song would be for him. Then he remembered. Back in the beginning of their friendship he had hit such a low point. He could barely walk with his head up, he had no confidence or courage to look someone in the eyes. He didn't see himself as worthy. And the same as he did to everyone else, he avoided the only one that was his safe place. Yohan. He locked himself in his dorm, everyday the younger would come knock, leave snacks, books, CDs, anything Wooseok could like right in front of his door. Wooseok didn't think that Yohan would hold on for so long, but he did, and little by little he opened up. That's probably the hardest stage of their friendship.

He looked at other songs from the playlist. It seemed to vary a lot in genre, but the theme of the songs were all the same: love. Just like it was written right beneath his picture: love. Wooseok didn't know how to analyze that, how to take the fact his best friend and crush has a love playlist with his name as the title. And before his heart could beat too fast, or his mind could go too mad with too many thoughts he decided to forget it.

Which was basically impossible. He was completely aware of how he had been acting weird around Yohan, but it was impossible not to. Every single time he saw the younger, one of the lovely lines of those songs appeared in his mind.

You are my miracle

You are the one who let me know about love

I want to touch your heart

All day, I think of how your eyes and smile will look

I am in love with you

Could those words really be meant for him? Could their feelings be mutual? Was it really all for Wooseok? And as those questions popped up in his head, he couldn't bring himself to focus, to act normal in front of the one who brought so many doubts. But nevertheless, Yohan acted the same. Even when Wooseok talked about the iPod he had forgotten in the pocket, the younger had acted completely normal, as if he didn't even know about the damn playlist. And Yohan acting normal just heightened his insecurities. Maybe the playlist was really just a joke, a dare, or something like that. He couldn't let himself be affected.

And exactly when Wooseok had made up his mind to just continue with his life like the playlist never happened, Yohan decided to play with his heart. The younger became more touchy, caring, attentive. Instead of just walking normally, sometimes Yohan would wrap his arm around the smaller's waist, or walk closely enough that the back of their hands would touch. He also started mentioning very frequently how pretty his hyung was, how he looked good in that outfit, or how his hair looked very pretty that day. And god, could Yohan please spare his heart? It was too much to handle! All those heart fluttering moments were making him just... fall deeper and deeper.

Yohan had invited himself to stay over at Wooseok's dorm that night. He did that a lot before tests, but it had been 2 months since the last time. And the first time ever since Wooseok's heart became so conflicted about his feelings. Still, he tried to act normal. Wooseok tried so hard not to stare at the younger as he sat on the couch, wearing a tank top that was probably too revealing to wear during such cold season. Yohan as always sat as if he owned the house, resting his back on the corner between the backrest and the armrest, his legs slightly folded, one propped up and the other laying on the couch. The youngerster's shorts rid up to show big and muscular thighs, but he didn't seem to mind it as he kept typing on his cellphone. And Wooseok being capable of not staring in front of such a scene? Bullshit.

"I'm... I'm gonna get snacks."

The older mentally scolded himself for sounding so shaky and small when he spoke, quickly standing up from his position, seated down on the ground in front of his laptop. Yohan just nodded absentmindedly, and the older practically ran all the way to the kitchen. He rested against the kitchen counter, closing his eyes as he tried to calm down his erratic beating heart. He couldn't be so affected, he was obviously a joke to Yohan, he couldn't and shouldn't be affected by his best friend. But the heart doesn't choose who to fall in love for, or when to just stop loving.

"Wooseok-ah? Are you okay?"

Wooseok just realized for how long he had been there when Yohan called, now appearing at the entrance of the kitchen and slowly made his way to stand in front of the older.

"Are you okay? You look pale, Seok... do you feel sick? We can go to the hospital right now then, I can give you a ride there."

"I'm... I'm fine"

"Are you sure?"

And suddenly there was a hand holding his waist, and Yohan leaning down to try and meet his gaze, walking even closer. And again, Wooseok's heart was beating fast, his insides feeling warm while his skin erupted in goosebumps, as if a cold wind had just passed by them.

"Come on, Seokie, let me take you to your room, you need to rest."

"Aren't you tired?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure you are, let's go"

Just as Yohan held Wooseok's hand to pull him out of the kitchen and to his room, the older pulled his hand away, a clearly distressed expression on his face. Yohan quickly noticed it, and concern quickly laced his features as he slowly got closer, keeping the hand that was already on the other's waist.

"Seokie? What's wrong?"

"Aren't you tired of pretending? Of playing with me? Of, I dunno, maybe making me hopeful for nothing?"

Wooseok really really didn't want to explode like that in front of the younger. Yes, they needed to talk, but not when Wooseok is a complete stressed, emotional and inconsequential mess, both from the whole situation with his best friend and with school. As his only safe place became another source of doubts and insecurities, he felt like he had nowhere to run away to, no one to count on. And it quickly took a toll on how he acted. And the confused, oblivious expression on Yohan's face just made it worse.

"Seokie, what do you mean?"

"You don't freaking know? You don't know when you went all the way to edit my picture with the word "love" on it? When you have a whole playlist with my name on it? You really don't know what I mean? And oh, don't get me started on how you're acting. Do you need to hug me and hold me, play with my hair and even hold my hand literally 24/7? Is this really what friends do? What the heck are you trying to do, Yohan?! Is this some dare or something? Some sickening joke? Make Wooseok fall in love then push him away as hard as you can? Do you even know what you're doing to me?"

And the room suddenly turned silent, only Wooseok's ragged but quiet breathing being heard by the two. The older had took to pacing back and forth in the middle of the kitchen, not once looking Yohan in the eye as he talked. But the younger just stood there, listening to everything with wide eyes, and slightly parted lips. He took the time that Wooseok was calming down his breathing to actually calm down himself before doing something.

"You will... say nothing?"

And as both had calmed down, Yohan quickly approached, pulling the smaller male into a hug, using one hand to caress his hair soothingly while the other wrapped around his waist. Wooseok didn't immediately return the hug.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for making you think this way. I'm sorry for not doing anything. To be honest, I expected you to have found the playlist. I hoped you would find the playlist. But when right afterwards you just started being distant, I thought... maybe I did the wrong thing. Maybe you would never like me in that way, maybe I scared you off, or you already liked someone else. But I had to make sure... maybe you hadn't seen the playlist right? So maybe I just had to show a bit more... show that I like you... not as a friend... but show you that I want you to be mine, only mine.   I'm sorry for making you so stressed these days, Seokie... I'm supposed to be your safe place, your home, but I just became like everyone else, bringing you worries and making you uncomfortable. I'm really sorry. I don't expect you to suddenly start liking me and want to date, our relationship won't change if you don't want it to. Just... know that I'm an option. I'm already happy with that."

"God... how can you be this freaking dense, Kim Yohan..."

And as Yohan stared confusedly at the older, not expecting such a reaction, he felt hands cup his cheeks, and soon pull him forward and a bit downward for a kiss. And god, his lips were soft. They fit perfectly with his thicker ones, moving slowly and gently, almost as if testing the waters. And Wooseok was slow. Like he was savoring every single feel, every single second and every single touch. Like he wanted to engrave them in his mind, to remember forever. Well, if that's what he wanted, Yohan would give him something to remember.

And the youngerster's hands were suddenly back on the other's waist, pulling him close at once, making their bodies touch as much as possible. He took control of the kiss, deepening it slightly, feeling Wooseok quickly give in at the sudden display of dominance. The older threaded his fingers through the other's soft hair, messing it up even more. He was suddenly pushed against the kitchen counter yet again, and felt Yohan's hands going down from his waist to his thighs, pulling him up to sit down on the counter, soon standing between his legs.

Yohan's hands didn't stop roaming, caressing the smaller male's thighs, waist, back, anywhere he could reach.  But for Yohan's disapproval, the older was pretty covered, wearing a baggy red sweater and black track pants, so he basically had no access to skin. Opposite to himself, who was mostly exposed to Wooseok's delicate hands, touching all over his torso. It was almost overwhelming how much he craved that moment. It was like after finally confessing, and being nicely received, all the desire he had felt from those years containing himself.

They broke away, keeping their faces very close to each other as they tried to control their ragged breathing. It was such a sight. Yohan, standing between his thighs, breathing heavily, lips red and plump from kissing and hair completely messy. He had already seen the younger that disheveled, but not after having a full makeout with Wooseok himself.

"Wooseok-ah..."

"Y-Yes?"

"Tell me you're mine..."

Wooseok chuckled, cupping the other's cheeks and pecking his lips softly, a very drastic difference from the passionate kissing they did before.

"I'm yours... completely yours... and I wanted to be yours for so so long"

"I'm yours too. I think... no, I'm entirely sure I love you, Kim Wooseok"

"I love you too, Kim Yohan"

The way the younger stared at Wooseok was heavy. Heavy with almost years of contained desire. And they didn't stop at only making out at the counter that night.

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