ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

love me now. [jungwin]

a/n: jungwin with bits of jaewin because I love to toss in my otp with every given opportunity.

also tw // dub-con.

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jungwoo scans the classroom before he plops himself down next to sicheng, his fluffy locks bouncing up in the process. the class is only quarter full, since it's hardly nine a.m., and the fact he chooses next to sicheng makes the chinese smiles. it was only for a brief second, though. when jungwoo turns to him, he puts on his best poker face, as if he's not screaming inside.

" good morning ," the blond smiles. " you finally cut your hair. it looks cute ."

sicheng shrugs, trying not to smile. " morning. and for your information, I cut my hair not because you told me to, but because of my mom ."

" whatever you say ." jungwoo chuckles, not entirely convinced because he knows the older doesn't care about what his mom says, and sicheng rolls his eyes. it's hard to lie to someone who knows you better than you do.

sicheng decides to ignore him as jungwoo starts to rant about their stack of assignments. he flips his notebook open and scribbles something, his mind going everywhere as his fingers work their magic on the blank page. he thought about the man next to him and how beautiful he is, how the world seems to light up the moment he walks into the room, how sicheng could hear him ranting about assignments all day long — and the next thing he knows, he's drawing jungwoo.

he mutters cusses directed to himself and closes the book before the younger sees it. jungwoo's still going on about assignments, so he probably doesn't see sicheng's drawing. sicheng sighs in relief.

when they're sitting next to each other, sicheng can't help but to notice how prominent their differences are. jungwoo's light hair colour helps to bring out his soft, delicate features and matches well with his beige sweater and blue jeans — opposed to sicheng's black-on-black clothing, and his natural black hair he never bothered to dye. not to mention the resting-bitch-face he always has on.

it makes sicheng looks intimidating while in the other hand jungwoo looks like a literal puppy; but they've been best friends for too long and sicheng knows it's actually the opposite. jungwoo might look adorable and composed most of the times but he can end one's life without putting much thought to it. sicheng can't even kill a fly even if he wants to. as jungwoo always say, sicheng's a naive little puppy although he's older.

it's weird, though. they're the polar opposites but they click well without little effort. they just fill in the blanks in each other's life and became best friends in the span of two weeks.

they're close enough sicheng decided to drop the honorifics. close enough to know everything about each other. close enough they took a shower together last month at jungwoo's house — but sicheng tries not to think about that.

now they're best friends for four years already, and sicheng could tell jungwoo's going to be a constant figure in his life.

" are you even listening to me ?" jungwoo's voice snaps sicheng out of his daydream.

" well ," sicheng leans back. " no ."

" and you're not even sorry about it ?"

" no ."

jungwoo shakes his head, chuckling. " you're always so straightforward ."

" what can I say, I'm not fake ."

" you're an emo, though ." jungwoo comments as he eyes the older. " seriously. don't you have other shades in your wardrobe than just plain black ?"