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One Time Thing

Y/N sighed contently as she relaxed further into the warmth surrounding her, trying to hold onto the last strands of sleep that were slipping through her fingers.

It wasn’t until she felt something, or more like someone, shift behind her that she finally blinked her eyes open.

The first thing she noticed was that this was not her room. In the dim light, she came to the realization that it was actually Joe’s room. Which lead her to the next question: who the hell was beside her. Followed closely by: why was she in Joe’s room.

Her mind was still muddled from the drinks consumed the night before, but slowly and carefully, Y/N twisted around in the bed, gasping softly at the sleeping face on the pillow next to her.

Joe.

She tried to grasp memories from last night, but they eluded her in her minor panic. She watched him shift slightly again, but he still remained asleep. Which she was quite grateful for at the moment.

Unsure of how to handle what had happened, she slipped out of the bed, ignoring the pang of loss when Joe’s arm was gone from her waist. Grabbing a random hoodie off the floor, she snuck out of the room, closing the door gently behind her.

It wasn’t until she was in the guest room, where her overnight bag was tossed onto the bed, that Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.


An hour later, she was sat on the guest bed still, dressed in some of her comfy clothes she had packed for today, and her mind was racing.

There was no doubt now, her and Joe had slept together last night.

Her mind had remembered that much. That, and the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

She wasn’t sure if Joe remembered, hell she didn’t even know if he was awake yet. She had been too terrified to leave the room to find out, and so had remained where she was.

When she realized what had happened, she questioned if she doubted it. After much contemplation, she had decided no, she did not doubt it. But did she want more from Joe? They were friends. She had never thought of him that way. Yet they had slept together last night.

Maybe they had just both been lonely, fuelled by alcohol and boredom.

A knock on the door made Y/N jump.

“You awake?” A rough sounding voiced carried through to her.

“Yeah.”

The door cracked open, and Joe’s tired looking face appeared.

“How you feeling?”

“Alright. You?”

“Like shit. What happened last night?”

“We drank too much. As per usual.”

He nodded, leaning heavily against the frame. “Want some breakfast?”

“Yeah. I’ll come make some. You go have a shower.”

“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, running a hand through his hair. Y/N studied his face for a moment, trying to figure out if there was any sign of recognition, any sign of him remembering what occurred last night.

Nothing.


Throughout the rest of the day, she felt on edge around him. Constantly trying to figure out if he remembered what had happened, needing to know if it would change things between them.

Yet she couldn’t bring herself to just come out and ask him about it. So she waited. Hoping he would say something.

But he didn’t.

And now evening had fallen, the day moving by sluggishly as they lazed around his place, watching movie after movie, having no energy to do much else.


“What’s with you today?” Joe asked as they transferred their dinner from the take out boxes onto plates.

Y/N jumped at the question, looking over at him.

“Nothing.” She answered, probably too quickly.

“Sure. Nothing.” He rolled his eyes, picking up his plate and walking over to the couch.

“What makes you think there’s something wrong?” She asked, following his lead.

“Because you’ve been weird since this morning. You’re never weird with me.” He shrugged, taking a bite of his food as he watched her.

She pushed the food on her plate around, unsure of how to answer.

“Is it because we slept together last night?”

The fork in her hand fell against her plate loudly, echoing across the room. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, mouth falling open slightly.

“You remember?” Y/N’s voice was hushed, but still felt loud.

“Yeah.” Joe sighed, moving to put his plate on the coffee table. “But I didn’t want to say anything incase you didn’t remember. And then you were weird all day, so I figured you had to remember. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

She moved her plate to the table as well before sitting back in the couch, pulling her feet under her.

“I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

“They don’t have to be.”

“Do you like me? Like…like like me?”

“Do you like like me?” He replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Honestly? No.”

“Neither do I.” Joe told her, and Y/N knew he was telling the truth. “We were drunk. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t had sex in a while, so I guess it was just built up. Plus, you’re hot. But no, I don’t like you like that.”

“Oh thank the gods…” She sighed, feeling her body relax. “I was thinking the same thing. So it was just a one time thing.”

“Yup.” He nodded, grabbing his plate again, along with hers. “A drunken one time thing.”

“Doesn’t change anything?” She asked, taking her plate when he handed it to her.

“Doesn’t have to. But hey, if you ever need someone to sleep with again, I’m here.” Joe grinned at her, a teasing look in his eye.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that nothing had changed. They were still friends. They just also happened to have slept together.

“I’ll keep you in mind.”

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How could I say no to such a polite request and a nice prompt? I know it took a while, I’m very sorry oAo

I can picture Courtney being the designated story-teller of the family. Brendan finds The Very Hungry Caterpie extremely funny for some reason and Shelly is absolutely smitten by her cute wife and son ^^

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Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo X Reader

Genre: fluff/angst/comedy

Word Count: 1,781

A/N: So basically part 10 & 11 are fillers and they set up the scene for the big one. Anticipate part 12. It’ll probably be really long and complicated and cringey. Also, this is just Y/N’s POV. Enjoy and request things!

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