ENHYPEN Oneshots

I know I know You | Kim Seonwoo

FLUFF | RichKid Sunoo | Barista Boy Sunoo | Love at first Sight | Fate | Maybe Kissing | Hugging | Flirty Sunoo | Song: Fatal Trouble |

There's this boy at the on campus library who you keep meeting up with by fate.

Is it fate?

Well, at first you met him in the library, yes, but later, after a few more sudden appearances from him in that library, you visited a nearby café and he was on shift as a barista.

What's quite weirdly unsettling is the feeling.

That eerily odd nagging gut feeling that, and mixed with a sense of nostalgia bubbling at the fit of your stomach, everytime you spot his fluffly hair and hear that heavenly silly voice of his.

You want to approach him, but that would be awkward as hell. What were you gonna say, upon distracting him, while he's studying in the library?

"Hi, sorry for staring so much, but I you give me familliar vibes, do I know you?"

That's just weird, besides when you were ranting to your best friend, in that café where he was on shift—at the time and probably heard each word you spoke, because not many were there—you ranted to her about Library Guy.

"I felt like I've met him before y'know? But for the fucking life of me, I am certain I've never seen such a memorable face yet. Like he is gorgeous, truly was the lucky one with the genetics and-"

"Hello! Here are your drink, enjoy~" Library guy came over to your table, served you and your friend's drinks onto the table, handing you a napkin, his soft skin brushing against yours so effortlessly, before smiling and walking off leaving you, tomato faced, and your bestie stunned.

The napkin read. 'Maybe it is fate, but let's get to know each other first, why don't we become friends? Here's my number:'

You stared back at him, he who was leaning against the counter, blush coated face smiling, until you caught him glancing at you.

And ever since that incident, many things happened between you two, the biggest difference is the growth in attraction towards him.

A few awkward situations, atleast he aknowledged you on campus and even in the café—yes, the one he works at—which you frequent for a quick drink.

It started from him walking over and plopping dowm beside you in the library after making eye contact with you. He seemed so bubbly, so happy. This guy had that attractive charisma about him.

You still couldn't shake off this weird feeling. Your mind feels at ease from his presence, as if you're taking a bubble bath after a stressful week of no rest and no me time. Sunoo's voice alone sooths your soul, as if it were some heavenly order delicatly dripping into your ears, arresting your mind.
Most of all, he is ravenous. At first you thought that this man is more on the friendly, cute, bubbly type of person—which he is—but the more you get to know him, the more of those before-bed catch up calls you two share past midnight, the less cutesy he seems.

Such a cute guy, Sunoo is, he always comes to your study sessions with a coffee for you or some snacks to recharge.

His touch, those gentle meaningless hugs he gives, to literally almost everyone, yet you can't help melting into his hugs, and he lets you. His hugs, they last longer with you, than with anyone else, most of times he'd be the one to walk up and hug you, even from behind, and just linger on you until you two are forced to separate.

You adore the cheek pinches he gives you every once in a while, lets you borrow his hoodie—even offered it during the winter times, when you didn't bring enough layers—and most of times he gives you his work, so you can copy off of him. He's just like that. Even shared his ice cream with you.

Still, you can't shake this fateful feeling of knowing him. It's as if the stars aligned for you two to meet, he felt so famillier it honestly concerned you just how quickly you guys clicked—but you just chalked that up to him being an extrovert, very good with people—until one night.

A night to remember...

The two of you went on a night walk in the dimly lit streets to just relax, leaving both his and your phones at his aparment.

You had come over for a hangout, the usual let's play some games, talk and relax, but time flew so fast you thought it had stopped, just for the two of you to enjoy your moment.

The moon has debuted into the sky, once more, gracing the lands with her cold glow, offering minimal lighting for the Stars to shine.

Sunoo and you had some deep talk while walking the safe streets of this guarded neighborhood. His family makes good money, according to him, but you never paid much attention to it...until recently, he's developed a new habit of buying you gifts that you only dreamt of.

Life felt so calm, when you're with him, he's your escape, this feeling only fuels the fire burning your soul alive.

"Honestly, I don't know why, but I feel like we've met in our previous life." He chuckles, hands intertwined as you two walk under the streetlights. A habit.

"Yeah." You mindlessly agree, eyes focused on the beautiful moon. His mind wandered, you looked ethereal and he wondered back to the first feeling he got from you.

Sunoo glanced down at you, the love of his life, truly. He doesn't know when it started to develope, but he has this memory of being sad when you didn't show up to the library one day, this was before you got to know him and he was still "The Cute Library Guy", but he's been enamoured since day one.

His friends know you quite well, by now because of Sunoo's endless rants about you and how breathtakingly gorgeous you are, suffering over stupid academic papers, if only he could have mustered up the courage to take you out on a date sooner, to wipe your tears—that threatened to spill because of those stupid assignments—and spoil you rotten, so much so you can't leave him because he's ruined you. But for now, he'll be patient.

You felt his steps to a halt and pull you back, into a hug. "H-hey, Sunoo, if you wanted a hug so bad, you could've asked." You laugh, squeezung him tighter, pressing your head into his chest, you could hear his heartbeat quicken. Glancing up to see him blushing, the Moon and streetlight outlining his face so perfectly.

"Can I ask for other things too?"

"Aha, like what?" You giggle, pinching his cheek.

"Can I kiss you?"

( Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the ending on this one 😭🔫 )