"Reach out for me, and I'll reach out for you" //A Aliwoo fanfic//

//ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣: 𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖. {P.1}//

Author's Note: Pure fluff.. and just a bit of smut {on the next part} because.. why not ;)

(Third Person P.O.V):

An alarm went off, suddenly waking up a sleeping sangwoo. He groaned as he stretched his hand out to grab his phone, turning off the annoying alarm that kept playing. He checked the time and it was seven-thrity-six A.M. Before anything, the first thing that entered his mind was that name. 'Ali'. 

Smiling with joy as he got up from bed, he made his way towards the bathroom to take a nice quick shower. He got undressed, dropping his clothes down on the cold floor as he entered the tub. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and applied the shampoo on his hands. Putting the bottle back down he went on and messaged his head, his fingers going through his hair. 

His eyes were closed, the sound of water pouring on him made him relaxed. His fingers through his hair through, made him think of something . . . or someone. You guessed it, Ali. He imagined that his own hands through his hair weren't his, instead he imagined those were Ali's. Though he would rather be the one having his hands through Ali's hair, this feeling and thought felt nice.

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"What do you mean you aren't coming to work?!" Asked an angry woman through the phone. "I can't. I have something important to attend to." 

"You have to come-"

"Why should I? Huh?! If I can't come I can't come alright? I'm not going to tell you again."

"Sangwoo. Please. I'm sorry. Really I am, about how I acted towards the other guy but-"

"Stop telling me your fucking sorry. Sorry won't cut it. I'll forgive you when I think you deserve forgiveness, which won't be soon that's for sure."

"Sangwo-"

"Don't call me again, don't text me unless it's something serious like work. I don't wanna hear your pathetic voice. Goodbye." 

"Sangwoo you're making a big fucking mistake you- you bastard."

Sangwoo didn't reply, he angrily ended the call and took a breather. 'She's not important, don't worry about her.'  He thought to himself.

Sangwoo was all nicely dressed and was ready to go as he made his way towards the door until-

"Aww, look at you! Why are you all dressed up huh?" Sangwoo's mother walked in from the kitchen, holding an empty plate. "Mo-mom. You're up..? Already-" 

"Of course I am, who else is going to get things done around the house? But, back to what I was asking, why are you all dressed up?" Sangwoo slightly opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, only tiny "uh's" and quiet whines made their way out. "Are you going to.. a meeting or..?" 

"N-No. No. No meeting. I'm just- going out."

"Going out? Where?" Sangwoo tried to think, tried to make up his mind if he should be honest and say he's going on a date or not. 

'Goddamn it sangwoo, why can't you just say it?!'

"Wait.. are you going on a date?" She said smiling at him. "Are you going to meet up with Ali?"