What Are You Waiting For?
you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.
- ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless
- high school
- set in usa au?
and after a million years, here is the woojin scenario. i ended up scrapping the 4k words of office!au that i had once i’d written in a medical emergency, because i’d literally hit rock bottom, so i started over completely.
“(Y/N), please help me,” Woojin whined, sending you finger hearts. “Please? Please? Please? Please?”
You rolled your eyes and flicked Woojin’s forehead. “Fine, I’ll help you ask Sohee out. But you’re buying me ice cream in return, got it?”
Woojin leapt up from the couch where you two had been sitting, doing a little dance in celebration. He’d been crushing on Kim Sohee, a girl from his Chemistry class, for a while, and kept asking you if you would help him ask her out. Little did Woojin know, you actually had a huge crush on him.
“So, can we get started?” Woojin asked you hopefully. You sighed, giving him a glare. “Pleaaaase?”
“Fine.” You straightened up to get a good look at him. “I guess step one would be to actually start talking to her.”
“I mean,” you sighed in exasperation, “No girl is going to actually fall for a complete stranger. You need to talk to her! Get to know her! You’re an interesting guy, so let her know about what you’re into.”
Woojin nodded. “Got it. Get to know her, tell her about my own interests. I got this.”
“(Y/N), I fucked up.”
You glanced over to where Woojin laid, sprawled out on the grass of the football field. You opted for sitting in the bleachers, not wanting to get your jeans dirty.
“What happened?” You asked, throwing a chip at your best friend, “it couldn’t have gone that bad.”
“yeah, it did,” Woojin groaned, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could look up at you. He took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “So I asked her about her hobbies and she told me about cheerleading, right? So I was all like oh, I dance, and dancing is pretty similar to cheerleading. But then she’s like, uh, no it’s not, cheerleading is way harder, and since I was talking to her I wasn’t paying attention to my Bunsen burner, and my sleeve caught on fire.” You gaped at him, amazed that he could actually be such a train wreck. “Look, my sweater is ruined!” He cried in anguish, lifting up the singed part of his sweater.
“Dancing is way harder than cheerleading, though!” You protested angrily, not really caring about Woojin’s sweaters. You’d been to every single one of his competitions, and you knew how physically and emotionally trying it was. “I mean, yeah competitive cheerleading is harder, but the kind of cheerleading she does? No way!”
“I need more advice, (Y/N),” Woojin sighed, brushing grass of his pants, “I really want to ask her to prom, but at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to.”
Why can’t you ask me to prom? I’m right here!
“Okay, um,” You frowned, trying to think of how Woojin would be able to overcome his nerdiness. “Yeah, I got nothing. I can try googling it?”
“Yeah, do that!” Woojin perked up, getting up to sit on the bleachers next to you.
“Oh, here’s the WikiHow,” you grinned, tapping on the link, “the surefire way to get a girl to like you. Number one, Walk Slower. No, that’s stupid, don’t do that.”
“What? No, that might work,” Woojin grabbed your phone from you to read the explanation, “I’ll try it.”
Apparently, at school, walking slower just frustrated people, and Woojin ended up getting shoved due to how slowly he was walking.
“Told you that wouldn’t work,” you laughed as Woojin launched himself onto the football field.
“That was such a stupid piece of advice!” Woojin groaned, “I hope the next tip is better.” You grabbed your phone and cleared your throat dramatically.
“Talk yourself up,” You read, “Talk about your skills or talents, but not in a way that makes you seem cocky.” Woojin glared at you.
“Isn’t that what got me into this situation in the first place?” he complained.
“Hey, you’ll never know unless you try, right?”
Woojin, apparently, never should have tried.
“She fucking roasted me!” Woojin groaned, banging his head against the back of your couch. The two of you were sitting in the living room of your house. While Woojin was being angsty and mopey, you enjoyed a nice ice cream sandwich. “She kept talking about how anyone can dance and how it’s not special!”
But I know that you’re special!
“Ey, you know that’s not true,” you nudged Woojin, “you’re super talented when it comes to dance! How many trophies do you have to prove it?”
Woojin mumbled something.
“Hmm? What was that? How many?”
“…twelve.” Woojin rolled his eyes, embarrassed.
“Exactly,” you clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m beginning to wonder if this girl is really worth it?” She wasn’t, you knew, but you didn’t want to burst Woojin’s bubble.
“What’s this you’re talking about?” Jisung, your older brother, butted in. He stood in the door to the living room, wearing only shorts, eating a piece of cheese. “A girl?”
“Hyung, help me!” Woojin explained his situation to Jisung, who shrugged.
“Dude, just ask her to prom,” Jisung rolled his eyes, heading back to his room, “the worst she can say is no.”
And surprisingly enough, Sohee didn’t say no. Woojin asked her right after chemistry class, and now he wouldn’t stop talking about it during lunch. Today, you two had decided to sit with your other friends.
“We get it, she said yes,” Park Jihoon rolled his eyes, “it’s just prom, not a wedding.”
“Oh?” Jeon Somi looked over at you, “(Y/N), are you the only one of us without a date to prom?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you all,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate of food. “Kang Daniel asked me. I told him I’d think about it, but I’ll probably say yes.” Daniel had asked you as a friend, since it was his senior prom and he didn’t want to go alone. You two were good friends, so you figured you’d have fun even if it wasn’t Woojin.
“Ey, really?” Yoojung exclaimed, hitting you on the back, “that’s a real catch! Daniel’s so handsome!”
Woojin looked over at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?”’ His smile faded from his face.
“Oh, you were so happy about Sohee, I didn’t want to take away from that,” you replied, giving him a small smile.
“Wah, Kang Daniel!” Somi hummed appreciatively, “that is one fine specimen of a man.” As everyone laughed and nodded in agreement, you couldn’t help but notice how upset Woojin looked.
“Here’s your corsage,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to pin the bundle of flowers to Daniel’s suit jacket. He’d already given you a boutonniere, a creamy beige rose to compliment your flowing burgundy dress and his burgundy tie.
You two had decided to meet close to the venue so that you could arrive together, forgoing the usual pictures that you knew your parents would take.
“You look nice,” Daniel complimented you, letting you take his arm. You were several inches taller, thanks to the black stilettos that you’d dug out of the back of your closet. The two of you set off towards the venue of the dance. The night air was just settling in, and you spotted other couples who had the same idea as you.
“You know, I was a bit surprised that you didn’t go with Woojin,” Daniel commented as you waited at a crosswalk.
“Yeah, I was too,” you replied bitterly, “but it’s fine. He’s grown, he can make his own decicions for himself.”
“Ey, am I sensing saltiness there?” Daniel nudged your side with a grin. “You like him?”
You sighed, blowing some of the curled strands of hair out of your face, “is it that obvious?”
“No, it’s just that you guys are practically dating anyways,” Daniel responded, “I’m pretty sure that half the school thinks that you’re a thing. I mean, you guys bring each other coffee when you have tests, how much more boyfriend-y can you get?”
“Clearly not enough,” you muttered, still salty about how Woojin kept overlooking you in favor of Sohee.
“Hey, why don’t you try something tonight?” Daniel mentioned, right before you two got to the venue. “Why don’t I help you make him jealous, as a thank you for being my date even though I’m sure you would rather be at home in your sweats.”
You looked up at Daniel, contemplating what the outcome might be. You would you rather risk it and possibly get Woojin to see that you actually liked him? Or continue down the path that you’d been so far, of friendship and invisible heartbreak.
“Let’s do it.”
The two of you entered the venue, and you had to lift up your dress slightly so that you could walk. The dance was already in full swing, and the beat of the song hit you in the chest, the volume was so loud. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, except for the few stragglers who sat in the chairs surrounding the dance floor.
“Food?” Daniel asked in your ear, “I don’t see him.”
“Sure,” you responded, nodding. Once you’d collected food, you went to go sit down with Daniel’s friends, who you knew slightly. Luckily the food was good, and you munched through a slice of cake, some cookies, cut fruit, cheese, crackers, and a cake pop. Midway through your second slice of cake, Daniel nudged you.
“Woojin is here,” he yelled above the loud music, “wanna dance?”
You nodded, letting him help you up from your chair. Don’t Tell Em was playing, layered over heavy beats, and you joined Daniel in moving to the music.
“He saw you~” Daniel snickered, yelling into your ear, “and he doesn’t look too pleased.” As you moved side to side, you glanced quickly at Woojin and felt your heart skip a beat. His red hair was styled and he wore a crisp black tuxedo.
He looked up and made eye contact with you, only for Daniel to spin you away. The older boy snickered again, “ah, he’s so pissed! You’re doing great~”
You sighed, chewing on some grapes as you watched your peers dance. The dance was almost over, and you’d told Daniel to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends. You’d opted to grab a plate full of food and sit at one of the tables, enjoying their good food.
The floor slowly rearranged as a slow song started playing (cue nayaya piano vers. lololol). On the other side of the room, you could see Daniel messing around with Ong Seungwoo, pretending to slow dance with him.
You jolted, looking up to see Woojin standing there.
“Hey,” you said back, smiling at him.
“Wanna dance?” Woojin asked you, holding out a hand. You placed your own hand in his, standing up. He carefully led you out to the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist. In turn, you rested your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you around the dance floor.
“What happened to Sohee?” You asked, eyes scanning his face. His mouth twisted slightly and he shrugged.
“I realized that some people matter more to you than others,” he replied, drawing you closer. “In fact, I’ve realized a lot tonight.”
“Yeah?” You met his gaze, your heart speeding up as usual.
“Yeah,” he responded with his cute little smile, “I realized that you’re super special to me. I realized that I don’t like Daniel taking you to dances, or seeing you so beautiful like this. I realized that I was an idiot trying to chase Sohee when you were always there next to me, supporting me and my passions no matter what.”
“Yeah, you are an idiot,” you laughed, resting your head against his chest.
“I know,” Woojin sighed, “but I like you, and I would be really grateful if you’d date this idiot.”
“Yes, dumbass, I’ll date you,” you groaned, pulling away from his chest to roll your eyes at your idiot of a best friend—boyfriend?
“Wow, only three seconds of dating and you’re already being rude,” Woojin clicked his tongue.
“Ey, if anyone’s allowed to be rude, it’s me,” you responded, flicking him on the forehead.
“Ow, (Y/N), that hurt!”
“Ah, sorry oppa, here,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed where you’d flicked him, sending him a wink. Woojin turned bright red and buried his face into your shoulder.
“Yah, Park Woojin, are you smelling me?”
“What? You smell good!”