strawberry sunday ❧ k.jw | ✔

seven

As the Sun began to set, you all congregated around the firepit and the four benches there. Yuta, Johnny, and Taeyong were looking very much like three dads at a barbeque as they prepared the fire itself— Johnny insisted on doing it the human way for "authenticity" instead of one of the witches magicking a flame. Taeil and Doyoung were grabbing the s'mores ingredients from the house while Jungwoo, Jaehyun, and Mark chatted as they watched the three preparing the wood. You and Donghyuck were sat together on another bench, giggling as you played with a little sandpiper that had been following the dryad around since his arrival. The bird hopped from your hands to Donghyuck's, then back.

"Thank Pan it's not seagulls this time." You gingerly stroked its head as it perched on your friend's shoulder. Usually you wouldn't dare to touch or approach wild animals on your own, but they all liked Donghyuck, and he made sure they were never in distress from your interactions.

You remembered coming to the Cape with Donghyuck and your parents as a kid, and instead of a cute sandpiper, he had instead befriended some obnoxious seagulls.

"Hey, those guys were great," Donghyuck scoffed. "It's not my fault you didn't get their jokes."

"And it's not my fault that I don't have a telepathic connection with animals." You scoffed. "Is this one a comedian too?"

"No, she's a quiet one. Just chillin' out with us."

Johnny let out a loud whoop, and you looked up to spot a little flame starting in the very heart of the pit. The three of them all exchanged enthusiastic high-fives and pats on the back.

Doyoung and Taeil returned soon after with all the s'mores ingredients, as well as some more drinks. The cooler had already been emptied earlier in the evening. You took whatever drink Doyoung pushed into your hand, and the marshmallow on a stick Taeil put in your other hand.

Jungwoo ended up sitting next to you at some point, knee bumping against yours every so often, you didn't remember when that happened, but everyone was talking and laughing as the fire roared. Your face was warmed by the flames as you rotated your marshmallow, watching it turn golden. You'd lost track of what number this was.

"Can't believe we get a whole week here," you sighed contentedly, watching over all your friends having fun.

Jungwoo was quiet, and you were about to look at him, except your marshmallow caught fire, and you pulled it back quickly to blow it out. He laughed from beside you, and you glanced over to catch a glimpse of his smile, glowing by the light of the fire. You found that he was already watching you.

You diverted your eyes to grab your plate and assemble the s'more. "Do you want this one, Woos?"

"I'll take the next one, Y/N. Thanks."

Lifting the treat up, you took a bite, the melted chocolate and marshmallow immediately oozing out the sides. After finishing it, you were about to grab whatever was left of your drink when Jungwoo touched your arm.

"Y/N, hold on."

"Hm?" You turned back to looked up at him.

Then Jungwoo's hand was gently gripping your chin, his thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth and just barely grazing over the edge of your bottom lip. His hand was gone as quick as it had appeared, leaving a hot buzz under your skin in the wake of his touch. You couldn't pull your eyes from him as he then brought his thumb up to his lips, cleaning off the digit. Your entire body was thrumming now. Hot, hotter than the fire was making you. His eyes glittered, and it definitely didn't remind you of craft store glitter this time.

"You had chocolate on your face," he explained, his voice almost sounding like he was teasing you. But this wasn't like his usual jokes, there was an unfamiliar tension. He didn't giggle after.

Your tongue instinctively darted out to lick that same spot, and you could taste the faint remnants of the chocolate bar used for the s'more. You swore his eyes followed the movement.

"Th-thanks, Woos," you stuttered. Grabbing another marshmallow from your plate, you were in a daze as you said, "Here, I'll make yours now."

When the fire was eventually put out, chairs and umbrellas packed up, and the less tipsy of you had helped the more drunk of you into bed, you could finally retire to your blanket fort with Donghyuck. But no matter how late it was, how physically tired you felt, you couldn't sleep. You knew your roommate wasn't asleep yet either, he'd just put his phone down a couple minutes ago.

You stared up at the ceiling of your fort, at the dimming dots that Jungwoo had put up that afternoon, and let out a deep sigh. "I feel like I'm going crazy, Hyuck."

The mattress creaked under him as he shifted onto his side. "Why?"

"Jungwoo..."

He snorted. "Hate to be the one to break this to you: You've been crazy for him since the fall."

"I know," you whined half-heartedly, not even having it in you to smack him around a little like usual. "But usually he just exists near me and I melt into a puddle. Today, I swear it felt like I was going to die."

"Oh, at the volleyball game?"

"You saw that?"

"Y/N, it was hard not to. If he were a werewolf, I would've thought he was scenting you."

"Uh..." You completely lost your train of thought, eyes focusing and unfocusing on the lights above you.

Donghyuck snapped his fingers in front of your face, "Earth to Y/N."

"Stop it," you shoved his hand away.

"Oh there we go, you're back."

"Anyway, it wasn't just what you saw at the volleyball game."

And so you recounted every weird little thing that happened just that day with Jungwoo to your friend. The car ride, the fort, the volleyball game before Donghyuck started watching, the goddamn s'mores. If you were talking to anybody other than your best friend, you would've been mortified to relay all this to him, to admit both how badly all this had affected you and that you'd remembered every single detail of every single incident.

"Y/N." The dryad said calmly after you had finished.

"Yes?" You held your breath, ready to be told that you were in fact crazy, and getting worked up over nothing, and desperately needed to get your head screwed back on properly.

"You want to kiss him so bad you're making yourself look stupid. Of course he was flirting with you."

And somehow being validated was even worse.

You covered your face with your hands, shaking your head back and forth, "Nonononono."

"What's the issue here? You've been into him without making any moves for a few months now, and he's like... very obviously showing interest."

"I needed you to tell me I was wrong, Hyuck! Not fuel my stupid daydreams! God, I'm going to be absolutely delusional now."

"Or, I'm right—as I usually am—and you can finally do something about it."

You let out a prolonged noise that was something between a whine and a groan, crossing your arms over your chest.

Donghyuck mimicked the sound you'd made. "I'm confused, do you actually want to date him or not? I can't tell sometimes."

"I do, I do," you said. "I just... I don't know. What if he's just being nice? My headphones had died, you know, he just didn't want me to be bored on that long car ride. And the fort, I mean you and I are sleeping in here together and I'm not accusing you of wanting to date me. Then the volleyball game, we're friends and we had just won, you know, he was probably just excited and he's a sweet guy, he's kind of touchy in general with everyone, right?"

Your words were met with silence, and you braced yourself for whatever opinion Donghyuck had on your rant. But as the silence dragged on, you looked over at him. His eyes were shut, shoulders rising and falling with each breath as he was comfortably tucked under his blanket.

You couldn't even be mad at him, giving him a fond smile, "Yeah... Goodnight, Hyuck."