stud » jooheon
summary: can you do something with Jooheon where you show up at a party in matching/couples costumes (unintentionally, of course). You can decide if this is how they meet or if they knew each other before and this is how they get together
a/n: i’ve never written for jooheon before so this was nice! this is for elf!the8 anon <3
Jooheon stared at the leather jacket Wonho held up. “No. Absolutely not. I already have plans, anyway.”
Minhyuk looked up from his rather intricate belt buckle (a part of his cowboy costume) and sighed. “Handing out candy to trick-or-treaters does not count as plans. Just do what every other tenant is doing and leave a basket of candy outside your apartment door.”
Jooheon looked down at his mug of nearly-cold coffee. He could’ve been finished with it had he not started up an argument with the boys. “Parties just aren’t my thing…”
“Bull,” Wonho sang as he fixed his fake vampire fangs in the hall mirror. “You just don’t wanna go because you know Y/n will be there.”
“So?” Jooheon scoffed. “Why is that such a bad reason?”
“Spilling your pumpkin spiced latte all over her in the hall is not as bad as it sounds.”
Jooheon fell forward, letting his head bump against the counter. He could remember the day clearly, when he had finally gotten the courage to talk to you, his neighbor from across the hall. However, he was nervous, and when you had smiled he had tripped, spilling his coffee all over your torso. Not only were you soaked and in slight pain from the heat, you were also late for your lecture, as Minhyuk had told you later.
“In fact,” Minhyuk continued, “she found it a bit charming I think. Her cheeks got red when I brought you up during lunch the other day.”
“Her cheeks probably got red out of anger,” Jooheon expressed. He pushed his stool back, the metal scraping across his kitchen tiles as he bounded up to place his mug in the dishwasher. “What if I do something stupid again? What if I accidentally knock her out?”
“How would you accidentally knock her out?” Minhyuk chuckled at his friend’s bizarre worry.
“I would be dancing and I could just whip back and accidentally hit her square in the face.”
“As plausible as that is,” Wonho mused, “Y/n does not hold grudges, so even if you did accidentally knock her out, I think she’d gladly laugh about it the next day, over coffee.”
“Smooth,” Minhyuk said.
Jooheon stared at the leather jacket for a moment. “Fine. I’ll go, but I’m not greasing my hair.”
“Yes!” Wonho cheered in the process of putting in amber-colored contacts. “Now hurry up, Changkyun will be here soon to pick us up.”
Jooheon did as he was told, and dressed in a simple outfit of blue jeans, a t-shirt, and the leather jacket. He supposed he was going as a greaser, but he didn’t look like one at all. He just looked like Jooheon featuring a leather jacket. This was best, he supposed, since he wasn’t really aiming to stand out.
After setting out a bowl of candy with a take one! happy halloween! sign outside of his door, he was ready to go.
The car ride was nerve wracking for him. He wondering how far he would go to avoid you, and whether or not it would be enough. If it had been a house party, he was sure he could stay away. Instead, this was a party at an apartment complex down the road. Everyone was bound to run into each other before the night ended. Jooheon hoped there would be snacks. Maybe the host of the party would make those cool popcorn balls he used to eat as a kid. That would better his experience.
“We’re here!” Minhyuk announced, bumping his hat on the roof of the car as he jumped in excitement.
Jooheon took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. Behind that apartment door was a party he still wasn’t sure he wanted to go to. Unfortunately, Minhyuk gave him no choice on the matter, throwing his arm around Jooheon’s neck and dragging him towards the entrance.
The booming bass only got louder as the door opened and the four of them were invited inside. Jooheon broke off from them immediately, knowing he had a better chance of avoiding you if he hung out by himself.
He bobbed his head to the music, the loud beat calming him as he maneuvered his way towards the kitchen. He grabbed a grape soda out of the fridge and downed nearly half of it in one gulp.
“Slow down there, buddy.” Jooheon swallowed his drink and looked around to figure out who was talking to him. He caught your eye from across the kitchen, where you seemed to be pouring some kind of punch into a cup.
You were wearing a Pink Ladies jacket from Grease, with a black silk scarf tied around your neck. The coral shape of your lipstick stood out as you smiled at him. “Well, don’t you look handsome?”
Jooheon was so thankful he had already swallowed his soda, because your comment would’ve had him choking. “Wha—? Me? No, I-Uh, Minhyuk made me wear a leather jacket.”
Your laugh almost soothed him into a state of ease. With punch in one hand, you moved around the counter and walked over to him.
Jooheon found his eyes lowering to your leather pants and heels, and the way you walked so confidently up to him. You looked different from your usual jeans and hoodie combination. He also wondered why he lost all of his confidence whenever you were near him.
You placed your hand on his shoulder, and his breath hitched when you leaned in to rest your chin on the back of your hand. “I’m glad Minhyuk made you wear it then,” you spoke softly, “because you look very attractive right now.”
Jooheon managed to duck his head down, a disbelieving chuckle escaping his lips. “Did the boys put you up to this? Did they ask you to wear a greaser costume and flirt with me.”
You sipped your punch and looked up at him. “If they did, it was only because I’ve been trying to talk to you for ages and you’ve been too shy to notice.”
Jooheon opened his mouth to protest that he was not, in fact, shy, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, he spoke in surprise, “I thought you didn’t like me.”
“Why wouldn’t I like you?” you asked.
“Because of that one time where I spilt coffee all over your shirt…”
You giggled. Jooheon felt his heartbeat quicken and his resolve begin to break. “That shirt was old anyways. Besides, I smelt like pumpkin all day so it wasn’t the worst unfortunate accident. The worst accident would be you avoiding me for the rest of our lives.”
“Oh,” Jooheon said, “Well, we’re here now.”
“Right,” you brightened. Grabbing his hand and pulling him over to an empty couch, the two of you sat down. “We’re here to confess our attraction toward each other and hopefully do something about it.”
Jooheon wet his lower lip quickly and leaned in towards you, “I like you, Y/n.”
You smiled playfully and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you as you teased against his lips, “Tell me about it, stud.”
Jooheon found himself chuckling as he kissed you. His hand reached for your hair while he pulled you even closer to him, closing any unnecessary gaps. He hummed against your lips, coaxing them open ever-so-slightly. His heartbeat drummed in his ears as you let out a hasty sigh of pleasure, your hold tightening around him. His hand drifted lower, down your torso before resting on your clothed thigh. He thought of kissing your skin, and the heat of the situation brought his mouth lower, towards your neck—
“Guys! There you are! Hyungwon and I are going to have a pie eating contest with the pumpkin pies Kihyun brought,” Minhyuk interrupted you both, seemingly not noticing your intimate moment.
You groaned in annoyance and rested your forehead against Jooheon’s chest. He squeezed your thigh gently and gave you a tender smile. “Let’s go watch it. I’m sure one of them is bound to throw up.”
You agreed. “Fine. As long as you come home with me tonight.”