seventeen smuts ·˚ ༘♡

woozi

trope: friends to lovers

i woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, white sheets rustling under me from my sudden movements

i wipe my face with the back of my palm feeling sweats all over it

"shit" i curse to myself
i look down to where my problem was,
the wet boxer and my bulging erection

i just had a wet dream.

i toss my blanket away and rush to the bathroom to clean myself out

i went back to my room and grab my phone,
i scroll through my contacts and find the number i'm looking for

'(y/n)'

i sigh to myself

y/n, the woman i've been super fucking insane for

she is a model,
we've met at a red carpet and that moment she walked in, i couldn't keep my eyes off of her,
she's so fucking gorgeous it honestly hurts sometimes

her long dark hair, beautiful eyes, plump lips,
gosh, that lips,
that ruby lips

she's the girl i wrote ruby about.

we've exchanged numbers about 6 months ago and we've been friends since then

i've been keeping my feelings to myself knowing all i want to do when she's around was to grab her neck and kiss her everywhere, feeling her curves all over me while she grabbed my-

"fuck" i curse again

its the third time i face palm myself that night.

its fucking 2 am and here i am struggling with myself,
i had a fucking wet dream about the girl i've been so obsessed with and yet i can't do anything about it,
she's probably busy with all her schedules, i can't just call her all because i fucking need her.

this thing between me and her is just, weird and confusing

we met last week on my studio.
its a monthly thing we do, where we meet anywhere when needed, last week i invited her to my studio to listen to all my demos and some musics i've been working on, she's the first person i've ever gave the permission to, i love her so fucking much that i'd do anything to win her heart.
that night i finally confessed about the recent song i've released for my solo debut

'ruby'

i told her it was about her and how much i am basically obsessed with her.
her reaction was mostly silent, she was gonna say something until someone knocked the door, it was her manager, telling her it was time to go since it was kinda late.

"i- i have to go, i talk to you later, about this" she pointed to the both of us
"about everything."

and then she left,
just like that,
no messages, no calls

the day after, i saw the news and she was in milan for a fashion show.

its been exactly 7 days and she still hasn't reached out

"fuck it"
i push call on my phone and the line finally rings

once

twice

"hello?"

that voice, that sweet voice

"y/n"

"jihoon... hi"
she sounded surprised and

relieved?

"are you busy? i- i need to talk to you"
i said, sounding out of breath