oneshot | boynextdoor

our // k. woonhak

Finally came home after an exhausting day of work, Woonhak made his way to the kitchen to see Y/n cooking for both of them.

"Hey, you," Y/n greeted, turning around to look at Woonhak for a fleeting glance before focusing back on her cooking.

"Hey," Woonhak smiled as he walked closer to Y/n, the tension in his shoulders starting to ease. "Anything to help?"

"Nothing," she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, "why don't you go and get changed? It's almost ready."

Woonhak nodded his head, flashing his smile before patting Y/n's shoulders lightly. He made his way upstairs, changing into more comfortable clothes.

When he got back into the kitchen, the table was already set, making his eyes light up.

"Looks absolutely delicious," he said happily while settling down at the table, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Y/n chuckled, pleased to see his happy face, and took her seat on the opposite side. "Eat up," Y/n encouraged.

As Woonhak picked up his fork, he noticed something different. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to make sure his observation wasn't wrong.

Then, he froze. "Wait... you cut your hair?!" His eyes widened in surprise.

Y/n smiled and reached up to touch the ends of her newly shortened locks. "Yeah, I thought it was time for a change. Do you like it?"

Woonhak put down his fork, his expression softening as he looked at her. "I love it."

Y/n blushed slightly, pleased by his reaction. "Thank you. I wasn't sure if you'd notice right away."

"Of course I noticed," Woonhak replied, a playful twinkle in his eye. "How could I not? You always look beautiful, but this... it's different in a good way."

The End?