Thank you so much darling!! I’m going to have fun with this request ehehe
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Never in your life had you experienced such an uncomfortable situation.
You’d gone through plenty of embarrassing moments, one after another, but this one had to take the cake. You wanted to erase it from your memory and it was still in the process of happening.
You could still hear those words from last week echoing through your head, repeating over and over like some kind of absolutely hellish mantra.
“Wait, you like Jihoon hyung? As in, like, like like?”
The look on Vernon’s face was one of absolute disbelief, and you were unsure of whether to take offense or be very, very afraid. You chose the latter, instinctively backing ever so slightly away from the oddly intrigued seventeen year old.
“I mean… If you want to put it that way, I guess,” You replied, choosing your words very carefully. You didn’t want to get into any messes here, but you were suspicious that you already had.
The wonder on his face had now morphed into mischief, and you became aware that you had been absolutely in the right in regards to being afraid of his reaction. It was worrying. Very worrying.
“I can set you guys up, you know,” were his next words, exactly as horrific as you had been anticipating.
But, then again…
The temptation was too great, and the words pushed themselves past your lips before you had a chance to fully understand what was being said to you. But it was too late to call them back now. You had just played straight into Vernon’s hands.
Worrying grin still present on his face, he nodded. “Yeah, no problem! I can get a date for you!”
And, now, here you were. You sat in a dimly lit restaurant, hands folded awkwardly in your lap. On the other side of the table sat Woozi, eyes wandering everywhere but your eyes. You should’ve known that this would be disgustingly uncomfortable. You didn’t know what Vernon had told him, but it couldn’t have been any good.
“So… how are you?” Woozi asked after a solid five minutes of complete and utter silence, meeting your gaze for only a mere fraction of a second.
“I’m good,” you responded, immediately mentally berating yourself for giving such an answer. He attempted to make conversation, no matter how awkward, and you just shot him right down. Trying again, you asked, “How about you?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “So-so. I’ve been a bit stressed out lately.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
And, just like that, you had killed the conversation again, and silence befell you once more. You had anticipated that this would be vaguely awkward, but never in your wildest dreams had you imagined anything of this proportion.
Eventually, the waiter appeared, asking you what you’d like to order. You both stated your requests with the utmost politeness before your voices were lost yet again.
The entire night went on in such a way, and it was oh so painfully uncomfortable. You became well acquainted with failed attempts at small talk, uneasy glances, and heavy silence. At the end, you stepped once more into his car to head home, steeling your nerves for a thirty minute long wordless car ride.
Or so you thought.
You’d been driving for perhaps ten minutes when the car began to shudder. You stole a glance over at Woozi to see if this was normal in the slightest, but by the time you’d turned to him the car had already halted.
Confused, he jiggled the keys in the ignition, wiggled the steering wheel around, and did everything that he could think of to possibly get it started again, but came up empty handed after each attempt.
Woozi slammed his head against the steering wheel with an agitated sigh, you merely looking on without the faintest clue as to what you could possibly do to alleviate the situation. Suddenly remembering your presence in the car, he turned to you, irritated expression turning apologetic. “I’m so sorry about this…”
You waved his concern away immediately. “No, no, don’t worry about it. We just need to find a way to get out of here now.”
He agreed, and the two of you undid your seatbelts, sliding out of your respective sides of the car. He pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing the number for someone to come and tow the car. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you leaned against the car, tilting your head back to look at the stars. It was a clear night out, so there were a plethora of them dotting the night sky. It also helped that your current location wasn’t particularly busy, eliminating the glare from city lights.
You vaguely heard Woozi’s voice on the phone in the background as you stared up. Growing slightly uncomfortable from having your neck craned back, you decided to go for a better angle, walking to the grass beside the road and laying down with your hands behind your head.
“What are you doing?”
You didn’t realize that the phone call had ended until you heard Jihoon’s voice directly behind you, causing you to jolt as you looked up to meet his eyes. Suddenly embarrassed, you stuttered out, “I’m-I’m looking at the stars.”
He took this as his queue to look up as well, taking in the view. “I see… it’s very pretty tonight.”
Without another word, he settled down in the grass next to you, mimicking your position. “I wish I got a chance to stargaze like this more often.”
You turned your head slightly to look at him, trying not to let how close you were get to you. “Do you like to do this?”
He shrugged as best as he could in his current position. “I think it’s nice to every once in a while. It’s normally hard to see the stars where I live, though.”
You nodded in understanding, and before you could fully register what you were saying, you replied, “It’s easy to see them where I am. You should come by sometime.”
Woozi was clearly as taken aback by your words as you were, if not more, because he turned his head to look at you with wide eyes.
Realizing what you had said, you quickly tried to backtrack. “I-I mean, that is, you don’t have to, it’s just that if you’d like to, I’d be okay with it, a-and-”
You were cut off by the sound of laughter.
Much to your surprise, there sat Woozi, right beside you, laughing into his hand. Confused, you waited for him to calm down. He cleared his throat, letting out a quick ‘sorry’ before, “It’s just, I was thinking that it’s cute when you get all flustered like that.”
As if it hadn’t been surreal enough that he had actually laughed at something you said, there he was, complimenting you. Your face heated up as you immediately jerked your gaze back to the stars. It was weak, but all you could muster in response was ‘oh’.
You didn’t know how long you two had laid there before the tow truck finally arrived. But things had gotten infinitely better after that. You laughed, talked, and generally just had fun. It was completely unreal, a 180 from the disaster that was earlier.
Frankly, you wouldn’t have minded if the tow truck never showed up.
okay im so sorry that was so shitty and really not even what you asked for tbh ugh I’m sorry