wanna one imagines

o n g s e o n g w o o p t . 2

t o w e l

2 months later

"ong! do you know where my phone is," yell through the room.

"do you want me to call it," he returns.

"yeah, i need it for my date," i exclaim back.

seongwoo

y/n was about to go on a date with this guy named daniel, who—in her words—was hot. and there's no way that was happening, that's why i hold her phone in my hands.

ever since she moved into my apartment because of her dad, it's been hard because i like her. she's gotten comfortable around me to the point that she wears my clothes and goes around with only a towel, which makes things even harder.

i look around her phone and see daniel's name.

daniel: so, i'll pick you up at 3?

y/n: yea, see ya!

i'm sorry, daniel, but y/n is mine.

y/n: yah! i don't like you anymore, let's cancel the date.

i smirked.

daniel: what? why?

y/n: i suddenly don't like you anymore.

daniel: fine!

daniel: cancel the date.

daniel: i never liked you anyway.

i smirked, while deleting the other texts, only leaving 'cancel the date' and 'i never liked you anyway'.

"hey, i found your phone! and i'm sorry," i act.

"sorry for what," she takes her phone. "is this dude for real?" she sighed, looking at the texts.

"i dressed up for nothing," she continued.

"well, why don't we go around instead," i offer.

"nah, let's just watch movies," she suggests, "i'm gonna shower."

"didn't you shower already," i ask her.

"nope, i was too lazy," she laughs. i nod and let her off.

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y/n

after i took a shower, i wrapped myself with my towel and went downstairs. i saw seongwoo cooking something.

"what are you cooking," i ask, back hugging him, though, i didn't really know why. he turns around to face me.

"i-i, uh, um, j-just ramen," he stutters.

"you okay," i laugh.

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seongwoo

i was making myself some ramen when y/n stood behind me, and snaked around my torso.

"what are you cooking," she asked me, only in her towel and damp hair. this is seriously not helping.

"i-i, uh, um, j-just ramen."

you're so stupid for stuttering.

"you okay," she asks me, laughing.

i sigh.

"actually, i'm not," i finally say.

"w-why? is there something wrong?" her eyebrows furrow, a look of worry in her eyes.

"yes, i hate it when you go around only wearing a towel. i hate it that you wear my clothes. i don't know why my heart beats so fast when you do that. seriously, you wearing that towel right now is not helping," i blurt.

"why, do you want it off," she smirks.

"oh my gosh. i can't help it anymore," i grab her and put my lips on hers. i bite her bottom lip, and slide my tongue into hers, exploring every nook and cranny. i slowly kiss down to her chin then to her neck. biting ever so softly. she lets out a soft moan. i want her.

"i like you. a lot," i say out of nowhere, while sucking down on her neck.

"mhm," she groans, "m-me, too."

"let's stop here before we get out of hand."

she nods quickly.

"so... am i your girlfriend, now?"

"yes." i say without a hint of hesitation on my tongue. i hold her hand, and kissing her again.

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arrrrghhhh! y'all don't know how much i'm cringing rn. please bare with my bad writing. thanks for reading tho!

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