struck down from outer space, thunderbolted to the spot (dongwoo/yoona)
struck down from outer space, thunderbolted to the spot
dongwoo/yoona; college!au-niverse; pg-13; 2,017 words
“- … and then she said that, and you won’t believe this one, she couldn’t go out with me because her boyfriend was sick was mono back at his dorm and she needed to bring him chicken soup. who even uses that sort of excu-…” the pad of im yoona’s thumb swirled around the velvet of her analog stick, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth from a mixture of pixie stix (orange flavored) residue and contempt
jang dongwoo would always be one of the best things that had happened in life, but right now? he was also one of the worst. it had nothing to do with the candy wrapper he had managed to get stuck in her hair five minutes earlier. or the shell he had just chucked at her kart during the ending stretch of block fort.
no. she had grown used to these things. habits that had once been casual annoyances had gradually turned into something she couldn’t peg as anything less than endearing. and it made her sick to her stomach because, no matter what she did, she hadn’t been able to stop that fondness from growing more prominent. more noticeable
at least, noticeable to everyone but captain oblivious over there.
“- … i just don’t know what i did wrong. i made her birthday cake, yoong. i scarified my perfect grade in that class so i could try to make her day a little bit brig-…&rdquo
eyebrow furrowed, brain scattered in an attempt to keep her thoughts, the game and his yipping from overlapping, she let out an exasperated sigh. “maybe she was letting you down easy because, you know, she has boyfriend nd all,” voice dripping with irritability. it was one step above jealously - not that he would have even caught on to that
a low grumble escaped from yoona’s lips, her fingers picking up pace against her controller at the idea. catching on. as if. “i didn’t know she had a boyfriend! god, this is like yi young all over again.” eyes forming into small slits, her hand detached itself from one side of the controller, making move for a nearby bowl of popcorn. fingers clasping between the freshly popped kernels, slicked with butter ready and waiting to clog their arteries and probably send her to an early grave (a better alternative to the situation at hand), she let out another soft growl. eat it or throw it at his annoying mug, that was the question.
“god, i really miss yi young, she was so cute and funny and really go-…” that was it. she was done. moving her hand up from the bowl, her fingers still tightly wound around the snack food, she let go only when her hand was touching his mouth. with a smack, pop, and cough from the boy, it was finally all gone, leaving her with a greasy hand and slowly forming grin of satisfaction.
“just focus on the game, man. you’re not eve playing it right anymore. you totally just popped my second balloon and you promised that you wouldn’t do that unless…” she trailed off, her eyes locking on the controller for a brief moment before dropping it onto the coffee table against her knees. “never mind. i was going to lose anyway. i forfeit.&rdquo
“don’t be such a sore loser.”
and don’t be such sore.
“well, technically, i didn’t lose the game. i quit, there’s a difference.” there was a difference. a big one. just like there was a difference between feeling a casual, fleeting attractive to a close friend and a constant, pulsating one. she could feel it in her veins. rushing through her like the sticky goo from the inside of a sour liquid candy, rather than the sweet gooey center of a lollipop or melted pixie stix.
“okay, sure. whatever. there’s a difference but i don’t get why you’re being so… lik this. you never forfeit, you neve quit, you never…” she listened to dongwoo as he rattled through the ‘options’, her eye beginning to twitch between every other syllable. “are you sick or something? i heard that one kissing disease is going around.&rdquo
“kissing disease.” yoona scoffed, reaching forward for another package, ripping off of the top of the packaging, feeling his eyes on her. in confusion? curiosity? a bit of both? “yeah, i don’t think so.”
swirling the powder around the inside of her mouth, a chuckle echoed through the small dorm, her eyes drawing a line from the now lonely looking controller back to his face. “i heard that woohyun has it. didn’t you say that you guys had to do some sort of project together last week?”
what was he even implying? “yeah, but he was a total buzzkill. i pretty much did the entire thing on my own.” she felt his gaze weighing down on her as she moved forward for another tube of candy - a growling in her stomach accentuating both her growing hunger and apprehension toward where the conversation could have been going. “okay, so you’re not sick, but he did tell me that he thinks you’re cute once. you should go for it.&rdquo
“he’s not my type.” the four words rushed up her throat, beating out the thick, piquant residue of the tart candy she had started to force down as a distraction. how much longer could she manage to keep herself from crossing the line between casual and blatantly obvious? you could only stare at someone for long before the hairs on the back of their neck begun to stand up. you could only turn down so many date offers. you could only make up so many excuses when your mother or older sister asked you why you hadn’t brought up meeting any new guys to them in over two years. and you could only listen to the boy who made your insides stir like a tilt-a-whirl on an august day talk about all the girls that had “gotten away” so many times before it became too much. she either had to move on or -
“so, was he that bad of a kisser?” the question halted her thought process, the buttery residue across her palm coalescing with a thin film of fresh sweat.
“no…”
“are you admitting it?”
“… no?” yoona paused, a tightness forming around her throat as she her eyes hesitantly traveled back toward dongwoo, fearful of what she may see. smugness? amusement? disgust? … a kissy face? “what are you doing…”
“reenacting.”
“reenacting…” her voice ricocheted off the walls of the room as his still puckered lips let out a prolonged smooching sound. “stop that, you’re no five.”
“since when do you have a policy against kissing and telling?”
“i didn’t kiss anyone.”
“why not? you’re cute, he’s cute. hell, i’d admit that. if he gave me the “ok”, i’d be all over that. don’t let you-…” he thought she was cute? all her focus honed in on this simple piece of admittance. “you’re cute”. it was something he could have said to anyone - to any person, to any cat, to any dog, to a blade of grass if he wanted to (and knowing dongwoo, he probably would have). but there was something about it that made the nervousness she had been feeling quickly dissipate and become replaced with something different.
courage, maybe?
grip loosening on the empty wrapper in her hand, she let it fall to the floor beneath them, along with any inhibitions that had recently wrapped themselves snugly around her. same hand traveling forward, fingers wrapping around the collar of his shirt, im yoona closed the remaining space between jang dongwoo and herself. eyes forming a quarter moon to register any sort of telling reaction, her stomach churned at his wide eyed expression. eyes as full and shocked as the leading actress in one of those awful dramas her mom always made her watch back home. was this a bad thing? was he grossed out? oh god, he was.
careful to keep the movement of her lips as chaste as possible, her head now filling with a worried ache, yoona pulled back from her friend. gulping, her back fell firmly against the cushioning of their shared couch as the room went silent. (save her slow but unsteady breath.)
“if you wanted me to shut up, you could have just told me to, i was just messing with you.” the silence was broken and yoona could feel her blood beginning to boil. had she just thrown herself out into the open for nothing? did h still ot get it?
“you’re so stupid. don’t you ge anything?”
“… stupid? god, you don’t have to be s mean. i’m jus confused. why would you kiss me if you weren’t trying to, like… make me stop talking or prove a point, or…” dongwoo rambled on, and yoona could have swore if this were some sort of saturday morning cartoon, steam would have been pouring out of her ears by now
“oh m god, dongwoo. you really don’t get it?”
“get what?”
what planet was this guy living on? “ like ou, you dumbass.”
that silence, which was now becoming terrifyingly familiar to her, covered the dorm once again. hands traveling to the hem of her shirt, a loose thread drawing in her attention, she hoped it would be enough to keep her from looking back up at him again. what if she hadn’t been exactly wrong in thinking he was freaked out by the entire thing? just kissing him was one thing but what she had just admitted? that was on an entirely different level. it was a game changer - or could be, if he wanted it to be.
“wow.” wow? was that all he was going to say wow? was that a good ‘wow’ or a bad ‘wow’? “why haven’t you told me that before?”
“it didn’t think it’d really matter much…” because it hadn’t. hearing the guy, th good friend, that you had feelings for go on about all the other girls he wanted wasn’t exactly a confidence booster.
“yoona, you’re crazy. everything you say matters. you should have said something, maybe i would have…” her eyes turned back upward, brightening with curiosity and a flicker of hope at his tone.
“you what have what?”
“maybe i would have… you know, stopped being so annoying? considered your feelings? i mean, if that’s what you were implying here. you’re not just saying that you just like me as a person or something, right? because i’d be totally bummed if you’d never liked me to begin with.” catching notice of something rising in his voice, that she could only describe as worry, yoona felt the corners of her lips quirk upward.
“no, i never liked you as a person,” she let out in an attempt to lighten to mood. “i just like you as… dongwoo.”
“that’s so cheesy.”
the smile that had been widening quickly transformed into that of a frown, her hand latching onto the nearest object, chucking it at the now brightly smiling boy.
“hey, i’m trying to be serious here, don’t kill the mood.”
“okay, yoong. whatever you say.”
“sure, and i say that… i’m going to kick your ass on big donut.”
lips that had begun to ache from the sting of her favorite powdered candy were now replaced with a light burning sensation, reminding her of where her mouth had just been. it was a good kind of burn though. after all, it was better to be warm than chilled. “cool, but if i win, i get another kiss, right?”
one last look at best friend as she reached for her trusty controller was all it took for her to realize: this wasn’t a bad thing. he was smiling - not at something stupid she’d said or because the prospect of her losing to him at her best game was an amusing one. he was smiling a her, at what she’d done, and that was a better outcome than she would have imagined possible.
“maybe.”
game on.
dongwoo/yoona; college!au-niverse; pg-13; 2,017 words
“- … and then she said that, and you won’t believe this one, she couldn’t go out with me because her boyfriend was sick was mono back at his dorm and she needed to bring him chicken soup. who even uses that sort of excu-…” the pad of im yoona’s thumb swirled around the velvet of her analog stick, tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth from a mixture of pixie stix (orange flavored) residue and contempt
jang dongwoo would always be one of the best things that had happened in life, but right now? he was also one of the worst. it had nothing to do with the candy wrapper he had managed to get stuck in her hair five minutes earlier. or the shell he had just chucked at her kart during the ending stretch of block fort.
no. she had grown used to these things. habits that had once been casual annoyances had gradually turned into something she couldn’t peg as anything less than endearing. and it made her sick to her stomach because, no matter what she did, she hadn’t been able to stop that fondness from growing more prominent. more noticeable
at least, noticeable to everyone but captain oblivious over there.
“- … i just don’t know what i did wrong. i made her birthday cake, yoong. i scarified my perfect grade in that class so i could try to make her day a little bit brig-…&rdquo
eyebrow furrowed, brain scattered in an attempt to keep her thoughts, the game and his yipping from overlapping, she let out an exasperated sigh. “maybe she was letting you down easy because, you know, she has boyfriend nd all,” voice dripping with irritability. it was one step above jealously - not that he would have even caught on to that
a low grumble escaped from yoona’s lips, her fingers picking up pace against her controller at the idea. catching on. as if. “i didn’t know she had a boyfriend! god, this is like yi young all over again.” eyes forming into small slits, her hand detached itself from one side of the controller, making move for a nearby bowl of popcorn. fingers clasping between the freshly popped kernels, slicked with butter ready and waiting to clog their arteries and probably send her to an early grave (a better alternative to the situation at hand), she let out another soft growl. eat it or throw it at his annoying mug, that was the question.
“god, i really miss yi young, she was so cute and funny and really go-…” that was it. she was done. moving her hand up from the bowl, her fingers still tightly wound around the snack food, she let go only when her hand was touching his mouth. with a smack, pop, and cough from the boy, it was finally all gone, leaving her with a greasy hand and slowly forming grin of satisfaction.
“just focus on the game, man. you’re not eve playing it right anymore. you totally just popped my second balloon and you promised that you wouldn’t do that unless…” she trailed off, her eyes locking on the controller for a brief moment before dropping it onto the coffee table against her knees. “never mind. i was going to lose anyway. i forfeit.&rdquo
“don’t be such a sore loser.”
and don’t be such sore.
“well, technically, i didn’t lose the game. i quit, there’s a difference.” there was a difference. a big one. just like there was a difference between feeling a casual, fleeting attractive to a close friend and a constant, pulsating one. she could feel it in her veins. rushing through her like the sticky goo from the inside of a sour liquid candy, rather than the sweet gooey center of a lollipop or melted pixie stix.
“okay, sure. whatever. there’s a difference but i don’t get why you’re being so… lik this. you never forfeit, you neve quit, you never…” she listened to dongwoo as he rattled through the ‘options’, her eye beginning to twitch between every other syllable. “are you sick or something? i heard that one kissing disease is going around.&rdquo
“kissing disease.” yoona scoffed, reaching forward for another package, ripping off of the top of the packaging, feeling his eyes on her. in confusion? curiosity? a bit of both? “yeah, i don’t think so.”
swirling the powder around the inside of her mouth, a chuckle echoed through the small dorm, her eyes drawing a line from the now lonely looking controller back to his face. “i heard that woohyun has it. didn’t you say that you guys had to do some sort of project together last week?”
what was he even implying? “yeah, but he was a total buzzkill. i pretty much did the entire thing on my own.” she felt his gaze weighing down on her as she moved forward for another tube of candy - a growling in her stomach accentuating both her growing hunger and apprehension toward where the conversation could have been going. “okay, so you’re not sick, but he did tell me that he thinks you’re cute once. you should go for it.&rdquo
“he’s not my type.” the four words rushed up her throat, beating out the thick, piquant residue of the tart candy she had started to force down as a distraction. how much longer could she manage to keep herself from crossing the line between casual and blatantly obvious? you could only stare at someone for long before the hairs on the back of their neck begun to stand up. you could only turn down so many date offers. you could only make up so many excuses when your mother or older sister asked you why you hadn’t brought up meeting any new guys to them in over two years. and you could only listen to the boy who made your insides stir like a tilt-a-whirl on an august day talk about all the girls that had “gotten away” so many times before it became too much. she either had to move on or -
“so, was he that bad of a kisser?” the question halted her thought process, the buttery residue across her palm coalescing with a thin film of fresh sweat.
“no…”
“are you admitting it?”
“… no?” yoona paused, a tightness forming around her throat as she her eyes hesitantly traveled back toward dongwoo, fearful of what she may see. smugness? amusement? disgust? … a kissy face? “what are you doing…”
“reenacting.”
“reenacting…” her voice ricocheted off the walls of the room as his still puckered lips let out a prolonged smooching sound. “stop that, you’re no five.”
“since when do you have a policy against kissing and telling?”
“i didn’t kiss anyone.”
“why not? you’re cute, he’s cute. hell, i’d admit that. if he gave me the “ok”, i’d be all over that. don’t let you-…” he thought she was cute? all her focus honed in on this simple piece of admittance. “you’re cute”. it was something he could have said to anyone - to any person, to any cat, to any dog, to a blade of grass if he wanted to (and knowing dongwoo, he probably would have). but there was something about it that made the nervousness she had been feeling quickly dissipate and become replaced with something different.
courage, maybe?
grip loosening on the empty wrapper in her hand, she let it fall to the floor beneath them, along with any inhibitions that had recently wrapped themselves snugly around her. same hand traveling forward, fingers wrapping around the collar of his shirt, im yoona closed the remaining space between jang dongwoo and herself. eyes forming a quarter moon to register any sort of telling reaction, her stomach churned at his wide eyed expression. eyes as full and shocked as the leading actress in one of those awful dramas her mom always made her watch back home. was this a bad thing? was he grossed out? oh god, he was.
careful to keep the movement of her lips as chaste as possible, her head now filling with a worried ache, yoona pulled back from her friend. gulping, her back fell firmly against the cushioning of their shared couch as the room went silent. (save her slow but unsteady breath.)
“if you wanted me to shut up, you could have just told me to, i was just messing with you.” the silence was broken and yoona could feel her blood beginning to boil. had she just thrown herself out into the open for nothing? did h still ot get it?
“you’re so stupid. don’t you ge anything?”
“… stupid? god, you don’t have to be s mean. i’m jus confused. why would you kiss me if you weren’t trying to, like… make me stop talking or prove a point, or…” dongwoo rambled on, and yoona could have swore if this were some sort of saturday morning cartoon, steam would have been pouring out of her ears by now
“oh m god, dongwoo. you really don’t get it?”
“get what?”
what planet was this guy living on? “ like ou, you dumbass.”
that silence, which was now becoming terrifyingly familiar to her, covered the dorm once again. hands traveling to the hem of her shirt, a loose thread drawing in her attention, she hoped it would be enough to keep her from looking back up at him again. what if she hadn’t been exactly wrong in thinking he was freaked out by the entire thing? just kissing him was one thing but what she had just admitted? that was on an entirely different level. it was a game changer - or could be, if he wanted it to be.
“wow.” wow? was that all he was going to say wow? was that a good ‘wow’ or a bad ‘wow’? “why haven’t you told me that before?”
“it didn’t think it’d really matter much…” because it hadn’t. hearing the guy, th good friend, that you had feelings for go on about all the other girls he wanted wasn’t exactly a confidence booster.
“yoona, you’re crazy. everything you say matters. you should have said something, maybe i would have…” her eyes turned back upward, brightening with curiosity and a flicker of hope at his tone.
“you what have what?”
“maybe i would have… you know, stopped being so annoying? considered your feelings? i mean, if that’s what you were implying here. you’re not just saying that you just like me as a person or something, right? because i’d be totally bummed if you’d never liked me to begin with.” catching notice of something rising in his voice, that she could only describe as worry, yoona felt the corners of her lips quirk upward.
“no, i never liked you as a person,” she let out in an attempt to lighten to mood. “i just like you as… dongwoo.”
“that’s so cheesy.”
the smile that had been widening quickly transformed into that of a frown, her hand latching onto the nearest object, chucking it at the now brightly smiling boy.
“hey, i’m trying to be serious here, don’t kill the mood.”
“okay, yoong. whatever you say.”
“sure, and i say that… i’m going to kick your ass on big donut.”
lips that had begun to ache from the sting of her favorite powdered candy were now replaced with a light burning sensation, reminding her of where her mouth had just been. it was a good kind of burn though. after all, it was better to be warm than chilled. “cool, but if i win, i get another kiss, right?”
one last look at best friend as she reached for her trusty controller was all it took for her to realize: this wasn’t a bad thing. he was smiling - not at something stupid she’d said or because the prospect of her losing to him at her best game was an amusing one. he was smiling a her, at what she’d done, and that was a better outcome than she would have imagined possible.
“maybe.”
game on.