Soonhoon Oneshots

Tsundere boyfriend: you

Lee Jihoon.

Do you remember when we first met? We were at the library checking out the graphic novels sections and I just happened to glance at you. First impression: you were cute. You still are. Then you also looked towards me and squinted your eyes and said something like “What’re you looking at? Don’t bother me.” It was in a very annoyed tone, I remember. Then I might’ve chuckled to myself and just said, “Nothing.”

The next time we met was in the corridors at school. Wow, remember when we were in school? Anyway, we happened to bump into each other and you dropped a book. I think it might’ve been some realistic fiction novel or something; definitely not my taste. You ordered me to pick it up, so I did. I did apologise, but you turned your nose up at that. As rude as it was, it did make me smile. I don’t really know why. Perhaps it was the confident way you carried yourself, high and proud.

Later that day, we met in the dining hall and I requested to sit by you because you were all alone. I didn’t have any friends at the time, and it looked like you didn't either (which I later found out wasn't true). You rolled your eyes and curled your upper lip but said “Fine.” Very monotone, but still: an answer. So I gladly sat by you that lunch time. I tried to strike up conversation a couple of times but you refused to continue it every time; I had to carry that entire conversation by myself. The most that you told me was that all of your friends had lunch time activities so that’s why you were sitting alone. Did I anger you in some way? Again, I don’t know.

The same time the next week, I did the same. You had the same reaction, but I heard you say something underneath your breath. And I think your ears might’ve turned pale pink. I really wondered what was going through your head at the time. Sometimes I still do, you know, wonder what you're thinking in that pretty little mind of yours.

Your moments of weaknesses weren’t hidden very well, Jihoon. You tried to cover them up, and I play along with it, but we both know what you meant. I’m not sure if you remember, but I do.

It’s fun to look back fondly on our memories together.

Somewhere along this timeline, I finally asked you out. It wasn’t much, just a study date (because we both needed it desperately.) I thought you would turn it down, and your face definitely said so, but you accepted it with...not much emotion. You sighed heavily a lot during the date, and made several outbursts about how you didn’t even want to be here, and I teased for accepting the invitation in the first place. To which you retorted “Well you were going to keep pestering me if I refused so I might as well get this done and over with.”

I was waiting for you to finally return my warmth. I didn’t care how long it took, to be honest. I allowed you to go at your own speed and take your time with it- because I’m nice like that. One day, when were at my house and just talking about random things (honestly I was the one doing the talking, you were the one admiring my clothes), you suddenly blurted out a quick confession. You said it so quickly that I had no idea if I heard it or not. Then you bolted upright upon registering what you just said, and looked at me with genuine fear in your eyes. Looking back at it, it’s hilarious. At the time however, you snapped at me to forget what you just admitted, and never speak of it again. That is one promise I’m glad I didn’t keep.

We can now revisit these memories and smile at how young we were.
What a journey we’ve taken together. Rather domestic, but I loved it all the same. I love you.