[2PM, SNSD, SHINEE] These Boots Are Made For Walking (1/1)
Title: These Boots Are Made For Walking
Fandom: 2PM, SNSD, SHINee
Author: blahchiharu
Characters/pairing: Wooyoung/Tiffany
Rating G
wordcount: ~5000
Summary: College!Au verse. Tiffany is convinced that Wooyoung is in love with her. Wooyoung just wants to graduate college in peace.
inspired by this performance. You know they're too cute for words.
He meets her halfway through the semester, when the weather is beginning to change from that warm city climate to a series of erratic autumn rainstorms. Wooyoung sits, waiting for his morning serving of caffeine to kick in as he stares lamely at board. Behind him, students file neatly into the lecture hall, grumbling about the exams and papers piled on them during midterm season.
“Excuse me,” a pleasant voice rings through Wooyoung’s left ear, and he manages to lift his head from his arms enough to regard the girl standing next to him. “This is my seat,” she adds when he doesn’t make an effort to move.
“I see,” Wooyoung replies, snatching a quick glance at the clock. He has no clue where Nichkhun is, but they had made a pact of actually showing up to class in an attempt to pass this cinematography exam, and Wooyoung swears if Nichkhun bails out on him, he’s going to-
“Well, are you going to move?” The girl asks, hands settled on the sides of her low-riding jeans. She’s sporting a pretty gold belt that Wooyoung can’t help but notice, and at the sight of him leering at her hips, the girl huffs. “Please move,” she hisses, which defeats the purpose of the first word, in Wooyoung’s opinion.
“You’re mean,” he replies idly. “There are other open seats in this room.” Wooyoung shrugs when she stomps away to the end of the aisle. Nichkhun shows up ten minutes later and spends the entire lecture doodling on the margin of Wooyoung’s notebook.
The girl comes back with a friend at the end of class, when everyone is exiting the room. Wooyoung raises an eyebrow as he stuffs his pencil into a duffle bag he found under Junsu’s bed. “Geeze, do you really want this seat that bad? Look- I’m leaving, okay?”
“Oppa,” she says instead, regarding Nichkhun with a warm smile. “Since when were you in this class?”
“Since forever,” Nichkhun has the nerves to wink at her. “So, would be it be too much to ask for a copy of your notes?”
“From yesterday?” The girl’s blonde friend asks.
“From the beginning of the semester?” Nichkhun tries instead, laughing when the seat-queen scoffs at him. He grins when the blonde girl finally promises to photocopy her notes on pretext of owing Nichkhun from last semester. “You’re the best, Jess. Say hi to your boyfriend for me~” He waves them off with a grin.
“So,” Wooyoung says, watching them strut off in identically high heels. “Who was the other girl?”
“That,” Nichkhun replies with an amused expression, “was Tiffany.”
It turns out that Tiffany is in more than just one of his classes, Wooyoung learns in his attempt to salvage his grades. He watches as the professor flip through mundane power point slides and secretly wonders how the hell he ended up in a medieval religions class to begin with. Then Wooyoung remembers that Taecyeon had helped him sign up for courses last year while they were both drunk out of their minds after Jaebum’s farewell party, Taecyeon having clicked a million flashy buttons and laughed outrageously while they made fun of course descriptions.
Either way, Wooyoung lets out a sigh of relief when the class ends. He’s about the exit the room when he notices Tiffany moving away from someone at the back of the room.
“Why aren’t you returning my calls?” A guy from the last row insists as he slings one arm over Tiffany.
Tiffany shrinks away in response, unwinding from his grasp. “Look, we went on two dates, that’s all. I’m not your girlfriend. Please stop calling me.” She winces when he doesn’t let go, attempting to pull her hand away from his. “Why are you being so difficult? Please stop!”
“Look, what did I do wrong?” He continues, tightening his grasp on her wrist. “Tell me, I’ll change! I’ll-”
“She wants you to let go, man,” Wooyoung cuts in. He’s rewarded with a pair of equally confused eyes before the guy finally pulls away, shaking his head as he leaves the room. Wooyoung watches as Tiffany regards him with a look torn between appreciation and embarrassment before she hurries away wordlessly.
Huh, Wooyoung thinks. Well, that was completely anti-dramatic.
He runs into her a few days later at a random party, when Junho and Chansung run off to skirt-chase a pair of twins. Wooyoung orders a drink at the bar and blinks when someone sets a bottle of beer in front of him. He turns around to find Tiffany next to him, looking slightly awkward in her glittery top.
“What’s this?” He asks, eyeing the beer.
“It’s on me,” she says, flinging a strand of her neatly curled hair behind her shoulder. She sighs when he stares dumbly at her in return. “Look, just accept my gratitude, okay?” She looks pleased when he does drink the beer, deciding to take a seat next to Wooyoung. “My friends are on the dance floor, but I don’t feel like joining them.”
Wooyoung blinks. “What do you want me to do about that?”
“Dance with me,” Tiffany suggests, taking his hand.
Wooyoung follows with a shrug as she leads them to the middle of the dance floor, strobe lights over head as people crowd around them. He sets his hands on her hips and keeps a respectable distance as they dance to the remix of an overrated pop song. Wooyoung laughs when the DJ plays a song from his routine and decides to pull out some of his b-boy moves on the dance floor.
Suddenly people are crowding around him in a circle as he does a quick hand-stand, kicking his feet in the hair. Junho pops out of the crowd and joins him in a dance battle until the song ends, and everyone goes back to their usual Saturday night grinding.
“You’re not bad,” Tiffany says when Wooyoung wipes his face with the edge of his sleeves.
“Of course not.” Wooyoung grins and gives her a little peace sign. They spend the rest of the night laughing over Chansung’s drunken tactics at picking up girls. Tiffany passes down at least five requests to dance and opts to hang out on the balcony with Wooyoung instead. Junho pops back up occasionally to offer them more drinks, but Tiffany politely declines. They exchange digits at the end of the night, Tiffany waving bye to them with smiling eyes while Wooyoung wonders if the number in his phone is even real.
“So,” Junho says when they break into Taecyeon’s building at the sake of not trudging all the way back to their dorm. “Who was that? She’s pretty.”
“Really?” Wooyoung replies absently as he makes himself at home on Taecyeon’s bed. “I didn’t notice.”
They meet again on a warm Friday afternoon when Hyoyeon bursts into the practice room in the middle of the bbclub meeting. Tiffany pokes her head in behind Hyoyeon, waving hi to Nichkhun and Minho and even Taemin. The meeting officially ends when Hyoyeon pulls out a bunch of gift certificates for a nearby steakhouse, and suddenly everyone is cramming unto the campus bus in hopes of getting some free dinner.
“So,” Tiffany asks when they convince the waiters to push two whole tables together. “How did you do on that exam?”
Wooyoung makes a face. “Let’s not talk about that.” He grins when someone else comes into the restaurant, and now everyone is dog piling on top of Jaebum. Wooyoung had given up on being surprised at Jaebum long ago. While their ex-club president claims to have a legitimate job in the city, he has yet to reveal the details to anyone, opting to show up on campus more often than not, even after his graduation this passing spring.
They start laughing when an old America disco song comes on the restaurant radio and Tiffany begins humming along. “This is my favorite,” she explains over her bowl of soup while the guys dig into their serving of ribs.
“No way,” Wooyoung laughs over the commotion, having to guard his food from Taecyeon. “This is my favorite too!”
“You know,” Tiffany says when Wooyoung slaps Chansung’s prying hand away. “I’m starting to like you a lot more.”
Wooyoung can only smile at that.
Autumn passes quickly, leaving behind a blanket of leaves on campus as the weather begins to chill. Wooyoung continues his new-found routine of attending early classes in the morning, hitting the gym in the afternoon, and actually re-reading his notes at night. Sometimes Nichkhun comes in to review together for cinematography, but mostly they just end up sprawled in front of Chansung’s xbox, busy shooting aliens or playing katamari.
One afternoon, Wooyoung passes central grounds on his way out of the gym and spots Tiffany on top of a ladder, busy decorating the giant Christmas tree set up near the fountain. Jessica is arranging ornaments by color while other girls set up a table nearby. Someone is decorating a banner on the table, no doubt abusing glitter pens.
“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asks and nearly surprises Tiffany off her ladder.
“Hold the end of this,” Tiffany commands instead, watching as Wooyoung places a solid hand on the ends of the metal sides while Tiffany slowly steps down, her platform heels clicking on every step. “Want to buy some cookies?” She asks, holding up a checklist. “All the proceeds go to underprivileged children!”
Wooyoung gives her a look.
“Okay, fine.” Tiffany rolls her eyes. “Some of the money goes to club dues for next semester, but most of the money goes to charity. Happy?”
“Wooyoung-ah,” Hyoyeon says when she spots him. “Give the cookies a try. Fany made them herself!” She nods towards the line of people already waiting by the table. Hyoyeon laughs when Tiffany snatches a cookie out of the box and stuffs it in Wooyoung’s hand. They watch as Wooyoung chews at the chocolate chip thoughtfully before popping the rest of it in his mouth.
“It’s okay.” Wooyoung shrugs. “Kind of dry, though.”
Tiffany looks scandalized, Jessica raises an eyebrow, and Hyoyeon hides her laugh with a cough.
“Lots of people love my cookies!” Tiffany huffs, folding her arms. “You know, boys always clean out our cookie sales. You’re lucky I even gave you a free sample!” She shuffles away to tend to the line of customers while Jessica pats a confused Wooyoung sympathetically on the back.
The next day, he finds boxes of cookies stacked in the practice room during their club meeting. “What’s this?” Wooyoung asks, incredulous.
“Sunny gave us a discount so we bought them in bulk,” Taecyeon supplies happily as he hands out bags of neatly wrapped cookies to the members. “They’re really good!” He points to Taemin and Junho, who are busy munching on the sugar syrup ones in the corner, to make his point. Even Nichkhun is feeding Minho some cookies off to the side.
“It’s made with love, yo,” Jaebum says, looping an arm around Wooyoung as he waves a cookie in Wooyoung’s face. “I always get some every year. Try some!”
“Go to work, Jay!” Taecyeon cries instead.
“Yo,” Wooyoung says when he meets Tiffany in front of the theater. He takes a glance at the time table and blinks. “Did the movie already start?”
“Take this,” Tiffany replies, shoving a bucket of popcorn at Wooyoung as she digs through her pockets for another pre-paid ticket. She sighs when he gives her an unimpressed stare. “Okay, Oppa and I had a fight. I didn’t want to waste the tickets. You get to see a free movie and I get to not feel like a loser on a Friday night. How about it?”
“Okay, Princess.” Wooyoung snatches a couple of popcorns before popping them in his mouth. He ends up eating the entire bucket and drinking most of Tiffany’s diet coke during the movie while she stares intensely at the screen, giggling whenever the male lead drops another joke. It’s an overrated romantic comedy, and to be honest Wooyoung doesn’t find the actress very attractive. Still, he periodically hands Tiffany napkins whenever she laughs so hard that she actually cries.
Wooyoung throws away the trash when the movie ends, waiting for Tiffany outside of the restroom as she touches up on make-up. “You know,” he says when she comes out, just as gorgeous as ever. “I have yet to see you in a successful relationship.”
“What are you doing tonight?” Tiffany asks instead of replying. “The girls are thinking of hitting town soon. Want to come?”
“Why, so I can hold your bags while you shop?” Wooyoung laughs. “No thanks. I’m supposed to go somewhere with Junsu,” he takes a look at his watch, “20 minutes ago. Okay, I have to go.”
Tiffany manages to snatch onto the end of his jacket before Wooyoung sprinted away. “Wait!” She says, eyes wide. “Just- Thanks for keeping me company.”
“No prob.” Wooyoung flashes her a grin before running off.
Winter break comes and goes way too quickly. Wooyoung spends the last few days of the year catching up on sleep while his parents’ cat curls up comfortably next to him. On Christmas eve, he goes karaoke-ing with the club; Nichkhun hogs the mic while Taemin and Key dance to the choreography of a popular girlband. Even Taecyeon manages to sing a song or two before being kicked out of the room on the pretext of his horribly singing.
New Years Eve consists of way too much alcohol than necessary as they party at Jaebum’s new apartment in the city. Halfway through out the night, more of Jaebum’s random friends show up, bottles of beer in hand as everyone greets them in.
Wooyoung finds Tiffany in the kitchen, laughing into a stranger’s ear as he pulls her in close, grip possessive around her waist. Tiffany waves when she spots Wooyoung, brushing her companion off. “Having fun?” She asks, snatching one of the sliced lemons the girls had brought (along with bags full of grocery, “because God knows Jay-oppa can’t shop for himself”) as their house-warming gift. She drops the lemon in her martini and looks at him with smiling eyes.
“Make me a drink too.” Wooyoung grins, and makes a small begging notion when Tiffany rolls her eyes at him, already pulling out the shaker. He watches as she drops some ice into the class and fill it halfway with lime juice. “So, is that your new boy-toy of the week?”
“Be nice!” Tiffany scolds. “This one is going to work out, I just know it. My new year resolution is to be more successful at relationships.” She beams while handing Wooyoung his drink. “Wish me luck?”
“Good luck,” Wooyoung laughs, and watches as she goes back into the party to find boyfriend number five, not that Wooyoung is counting. The last thing he really remembers is Jaebum coming back into the kitchen with a bottle of what he claims to be “the good stuff” while he fills Wooyoung’s shot glass.
The rest of the night is spent in alcoholic bliss as everyone does rounds. At one point Wooyoung passes out and wakes at 3am to find himself sleeping on the floor next to a pair of not-so-completely-clothed strangers. He manages to fumble his way into Jaebum’s bed, nudging a sleeping Junho aside and curling up with a pillow.
Jaebum kicks everyone out at 9 am the next morning, stopping when he realizes that help is needed in cleaning up the apartment. Wooyoung and Nichkhun spend two hours throwing empty beer bottles into oversized trash bags while Chansung storms through the apartment, looking for his lost cell phone. Taecyeon sits on the kitchen table, tending to his growing hang over. In the end they find a pair of lacy underwear under the couch (“seriously, what the fuck!” Jaebum rages. “I didn’t even get any last night!”) and Chansung’s phone in the sink.
The new year finds Wooyoung in a proactive mode, determined to raise his grade after the failure that resulted from all the parties and missed class from last semester. Junsu laughs at him when Wooyoung shares his resolution, too busy engaged in his music scores and all the choirs he’s involved in.
“I’m living at the library from now on,” Wooyoung decides as he scans through his course syllabuses. He picks out another textbook and dumps it in his cart, making a face when Nichkhun laughs. “What?”
“No, nothing.” Nichkhun grins. “Dream big, huh? What are we going do about the dance competition this year? Jay will flip if we don’t bring home another trophy.”
“Hyung doesn’t even go to this school anymore, Khun,” Wooyoung deadpans, picking out another workbook. “Doesn’t Taec have it covered?”
“Taec hasn’t even started his senior thesis yet,” Nichkhun points out, busy flipping through an English textbook. “We’re running out of funds too. Maybe we should start recruiting more members?” He sighs. “This was so much easier when Hyung did all the work.” He pauses for a minute before they both burst out laughing, because God knows Jaebum never did anything beside vandalize the entire campus with flyers.
“Boo!” Tiffany laughs as she removes her hands from Wooyoung’s shoulder. She sets her designer bag on the table, taking a seat next to Wooyoung. “Looks like we’re in the same class again. What are you majoring in, anyways?”
Wooyoung gives her a weak smile. “Undeclared?”
“What the hell.” Tiffany slaps him on the arm in return. “You’re a second year already. What are you doing with your life, Jang Wooyoung?”
“What about you?” Wooyoung demands, rubbing his arm numbly.
“I’m majoring in art history and music.” Tiffany looks proud at this. “And here I thought you’d be more productive. You know, Miyoon-oppa is already working on getting into law school. He’s so dedicated, so hardworking, and he-”
“He sounds like a tool,” Wooyoung cuts in, raising his hands in defeat when Tiffany threatens to hit him with her bag.
Wooyoung isn’t sure why, but the university has somehow deemed it necessary for him to take biology as one of his course requirements, possibly due to Wooyoung’s inability to declare a major properly, he thinks. Regardless, here he stands, watching his lab partner portion off pots of flowers for their respiration lab. “Please don’t do something stupid,” his partner, a first-year chemistry major, says wearily. “I need to pass this class, okay?”
Wooyoung shrugs and takes his share of the flowers away. He plans to leave it in Chansung’s closet, preferably with the rest of the unauthorized plants Chansung is growing. On the way back he runs into Tiffany, who beams and waves him over.
“How pretty,” she coos.
“Want one?” Wooyoung is already plucking one of the flowers and handing it to her, stem and all. He supposes that leaving the plants in its original condition was one of the lab controls, but then again he has never cared for biology. They part ways when Tiffany’s phone rings, Wooyoung shrugging as she runs off, her heels clicking on the pavement.
“Oh my God,” Tiffany says that night, sitting in front of her mirror as she plays with the lone flower Wooyoung had given her. “Oh my god,” she turns to Jessica, lose curls flying behind her. “He likes me! He totally does!”
“Uh-huh,” Jessica replies idly, busy applying mascara in front of her vanity for her date. “That’s nice.”
“Pay attention, Jess!” Tiffany snaps, pacing around the room. “He totally wants me!”
“Who are we talking about again?” Jessica tilts her head, checking her eyeliner for smudges and reaching for her lipstick.
“Wooyoung!” Tiffany says, running a hand through her hair. “How could I have been so blind? There have been signs! signs!” She begins counting her fingers when Jessica stares, now paying full attention. “Okay, first, he shows up whenever I call him! Every singe time! Second, okay, are you listening? He always dislikes whoever I’m dating! And, and, he gave me flowers today!”
“Are you sure?” Jessica asks quietly, snapping her combat mirror shut.
“Of course I’m sure!” Tiffany looks almost offended. “This is not me being egotistical, okay? This is the downside of being beautiful!”
“Well, aren’t you quite the special girl?” Jessica hums under her breath, ducking when Tiffany throws a hair scrunchy at her.
Come Tuesday afternoon, and Wooyoung is in the library (“no, seriously, where are you going?” Junsu had asked, face serious, when Wooyoung told him the first time). He flips through the first few pages of his English workbook and blinks when he hears the familiar click of Gucci heels against the marble floors. Wooyoung makes a face at himself when he realizes this. He’s been hanging around Tiffany way too much. “Fany!” He hisses, waving the girl over.
“Hi,” Tiffany says quietly. “What are you doing?”
“Eh, studying?” Wooyoung pauses, standing up a bit to reach over Tiffany. “Hold on, your earring is tangled in your hair.”
“Stop it!” Tiffany snaps, perhaps a little louder than necessary. She gets a couple of “sshhhs!” from people at the table and a weird look from Wooyoung. “Just, okay! I know it’s hard for you, but please stop it! This is uncomfortable for me too!”
“It’s just an earring, Fany.” Wooyoung blinks. “Don’t be such a drama queen.”
“What?” Tiffany says. “No! I’m talking about your infatuation with me! I know we’ve been friends for a while, and we get along fine, but you have to realize that I’m already in a committed relationship! You’re my good friend and I really don’t want anything to change, but you have got to stop hitting on me!”
“What the hell,” he manages to say.
“You don’t have to deny it, there have been signs.” She continues. “I’ve noticed, okay?!!”
“What the hell,” Wooyoung says instead, making odd hand gestures at Tiffany. “What are you talking about? I don’t like you! I don’t like- this.” He stutters, awkwardness followed by some more hand motions.
“Oh my God.” Tiffany stares, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I get it now. You’re gay! Everything makes so much more sense now! That’s why you always spend so much time with shirtless men and that’s why you’re so close to Nichkhun oppa!”
“What- no!” Wooyoung winces at the loudness of his voice. Almost everyone is staring at them now, and Wooyoung has to resist the urge to bang his head against the table. Their feud ends when a librarian comes and asks them to please lower their voices, and Tiffany has to shrink away in second hand embarrassment before running out on Wooyong on the pretense of “being late to- something, okay yeah, I have to go”, leaving Wooyoung to pick up his jaw from the floor.
“And then she accused me of being gay!” Wooyoung continues to explain at dinner to a painfully amused group. “Urg, I don’t know what’s wrong with the female population but- just. what the hell. And the worst part is- get this, she thinks I’m gay with you!” He laughs at Nichkhun, who just stares oddly at him in return. “I mean, you’re totally straight. How blind can someone get, right?”
The table is quiet for a moment. Nichkhun clears his throat strangely as he exchange silent glances with Minho. Suddenly Wooyoung feels like he’s been hit with a bulldozer. “Oh,” he says dumbly. “Oh, oh, OH.”
“I thought it was obvious?” Nichkhun gave him an awkward smile.
“It’s okay,” Junho supplies helpfully. “Jaebum-hyung hasn’t caught on either.”
“But he doesn’t even go to this school!” Wooyoung can only whine.
Wooyoung doesn’t contact Tiffany for a while, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of frustration. He ends up covering most of his lecture material for next week and finishing half of Chansung’s games. Life is surprisingly productive when he doesn’t have to worry about holding Tiffany’s books or fending off her suitors or seeing her pretty smile or-
“Urg,” Wooyoung nearly slams his head against the controller. Maybe Tiffany had been right about him, and he had just been too oblivious to notice. Either way, he finds himself in front of the dinning hall for a quick snack. Wooyoung is halfway out of the pizza line when he notices an altercation near the soda machines and a familiar brunette. He sighs. Leave it to Tiffany to start another public commotion. Wooyoung expects to find a couple of girls causing a scene by giggling too loud or something. Instead, what he finds is a familiar guy and someone hanging on his arm who is definitely not Tiffany.
“Oppa, what is this?” Tiffany is asking, voice small. “Are you drunk?”
Minyoon sighs, more annoyed than apologetic. “I hope you didn’t think we were exclusive. Look, you’re cute, but I’ve had much prettier girls and, well, you’re getting a little too clingy. Stop monopolizing my time, okay?”
Tiffany looks like she’s about to cry. “What are you talking about? You said I was the only one for you!” Next to her, Hyoyeon looks almost rabid with rage. “Don’t do this, Oppa. Let’s talk it out,” Tiffany tries, putting one hand on Minyoon’s arm.
He shoves her away instead, causing a couple of by standers to gasp. Thankfully, Hyoyeon catches Tiffany before she crashes into the bagel machines.
“Back off, dude.” Wooyoung decides to step in. “Didn’t your mother tell you to not lay your hand on girls? You owe her an apology.”
“That wouldn’t be the first time I laid my hands on that dumb bitch,” Minwoo laughs, breathe heavy with alcohol.
And that’s when Wooyoung throws the first punch.
“What is wrong with you?” Tiffany asks later, when campus authorities finally come in to break up the fight. She sighs while going through the drawers for the first-aid kit Wooyoung’s mother had stuffed somewhere when Wooyoung first moved in. “How could you start a public brawl like that?”
“What’s wrong with me?” Wooyoung stares. “I’m the one that just got beat up trying to defend your reputation.” He winces when Tiffany disinfects his wound not so gently, rubbing numbly at the cut on Wooyoung’s lip. “Fany, are you okay?”
“Of course I’m not okay.” Tiffany sighs, throwing the tissue away to dab another one in rubbing alcohol. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. No matter what I do, the right guy never comes, and I always end up humiliating myself one way or another.” She cleans at Wooyoung’s wounds some more, stopping only when she elicits a pained groan from him. “Am I that unattractive or unpleasant?”
“You’re not unattractive at all,” Wooyoung says.
“Then what’s wrong with me?” Tiffany demands, face determined. Regardless, tears are streaking down her pretty face, and Wooyoung can’t help but rub them away with his thumb.
“Don’t cry, Fany! You’re too pretty to cry.” Wooyoung manages to say, pulling the girl in for a silent hug. “Maybe,” he dares to continue. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right person.”
“And where is the right person?” Tiffany asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Right here,” Wooyoung replies, pushing a strand of bangs away from Tiffany’s face. “I’m right here.”
“Don’t do this,” she says instead, pulling away. “I told you to not do this!” She’s crying even harder now, and Wooyoung honestly doesn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t do this,” she says, snatching her bag before storming out the door.
“Aren’t you going after her?” Junsu asks, having stayed quiet in the hall for awhile now.
“Didn’t you hear her?” Wooyoung laughs wryly. “She doesn’t want me to.”
By Saturday night, Junho and Nichkhun have convinced Wooyoung to give the single life another try. They take him to another party and attempt to drown Wooyoung’s sorrows with alcohol. He sighs and denies the offers, laughing when Nichkhun runs off after getting a text from Minho and Junho goes to talk to a classmate.
“Want to dance?” A familiar voice asks, followed by the sight of Wooyoung’s favorite sweet-smelling brunette.
“Sure,” Wooyoung laughs, complying as Tiffany leads him to the dance floor, just like the first time. This time, however, he sets his hand on the low rise of Tiffany’s skirt and pulls her in close, keep both palms on her hips as they move to the music. She turns around when the song ends, hooking her arms around his neck and allowing Wooyoung to set his hands on the small of her back.
“I’m sorry,” Tiffany begins to say, digging her face into his shoulder. She’s not wearing heels today, a trait Wooyoung has learned to indicate her unusual bouts of shyness. She stops to look up at Wooyoung, her eyes unusually dark against neat bangs. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. You treat me so much better than all of my past boyfriends combined, and maybe it was just my ego talking, but I don’t know why I never gave you-”
Wooyoung cuts her off, tilting his chin slightly to capture her lips with his. They stay like this for awhile, Tiffany’s grip on the back of his shirt tightening as she moves her soft lips against his. They pull apart at last when Wooyoung begins to run out of breath, a smug smile on his face. “Does this mean you’ll call me Oppa from now on?”
“Pervert,” Tiffany laughs, hitting him lightly. However, her smiling eyes are back, and Wooyoung is secretly thankful that she never bullied him into giving up that seat.
[FIN]
me, pitching this fic to boyfolk
blahchiharu: basically what I have is
blahchiharu: boy meets girl
blahchiharu: boy befriends girl
blahchiharu: girl dates a bunch of suitors
blahchiharu: girl become interested boy
blahchiharu: girl thinks boy is gay
blahchiharu: boy realizes he has hots for girl
blahchiharu: boy gets girl
blahchiharu: boy's ex-club president makes an appearance
boyfolk: cries omg that is perf
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Fandom: 2PM, SNSD, SHINee
Author: blahchiharu
Characters/pairing: Wooyoung/Tiffany
Rating G
wordcount: ~5000
Summary: College!Au verse. Tiffany is convinced that Wooyoung is in love with her. Wooyoung just wants to graduate college in peace.
inspired by this performance. You know they're too cute for words.
He meets her halfway through the semester, when the weather is beginning to change from that warm city climate to a series of erratic autumn rainstorms. Wooyoung sits, waiting for his morning serving of caffeine to kick in as he stares lamely at board. Behind him, students file neatly into the lecture hall, grumbling about the exams and papers piled on them during midterm season.
“Excuse me,” a pleasant voice rings through Wooyoung’s left ear, and he manages to lift his head from his arms enough to regard the girl standing next to him. “This is my seat,” she adds when he doesn’t make an effort to move.
“I see,” Wooyoung replies, snatching a quick glance at the clock. He has no clue where Nichkhun is, but they had made a pact of actually showing up to class in an attempt to pass this cinematography exam, and Wooyoung swears if Nichkhun bails out on him, he’s going to-
“Well, are you going to move?” The girl asks, hands settled on the sides of her low-riding jeans. She’s sporting a pretty gold belt that Wooyoung can’t help but notice, and at the sight of him leering at her hips, the girl huffs. “Please move,” she hisses, which defeats the purpose of the first word, in Wooyoung’s opinion.
“You’re mean,” he replies idly. “There are other open seats in this room.” Wooyoung shrugs when she stomps away to the end of the aisle. Nichkhun shows up ten minutes later and spends the entire lecture doodling on the margin of Wooyoung’s notebook.
The girl comes back with a friend at the end of class, when everyone is exiting the room. Wooyoung raises an eyebrow as he stuffs his pencil into a duffle bag he found under Junsu’s bed. “Geeze, do you really want this seat that bad? Look- I’m leaving, okay?”
“Oppa,” she says instead, regarding Nichkhun with a warm smile. “Since when were you in this class?”
“Since forever,” Nichkhun has the nerves to wink at her. “So, would be it be too much to ask for a copy of your notes?”
“From yesterday?” The girl’s blonde friend asks.
“From the beginning of the semester?” Nichkhun tries instead, laughing when the seat-queen scoffs at him. He grins when the blonde girl finally promises to photocopy her notes on pretext of owing Nichkhun from last semester. “You’re the best, Jess. Say hi to your boyfriend for me~” He waves them off with a grin.
“So,” Wooyoung says, watching them strut off in identically high heels. “Who was the other girl?”
“That,” Nichkhun replies with an amused expression, “was Tiffany.”
It turns out that Tiffany is in more than just one of his classes, Wooyoung learns in his attempt to salvage his grades. He watches as the professor flip through mundane power point slides and secretly wonders how the hell he ended up in a medieval religions class to begin with. Then Wooyoung remembers that Taecyeon had helped him sign up for courses last year while they were both drunk out of their minds after Jaebum’s farewell party, Taecyeon having clicked a million flashy buttons and laughed outrageously while they made fun of course descriptions.
Either way, Wooyoung lets out a sigh of relief when the class ends. He’s about the exit the room when he notices Tiffany moving away from someone at the back of the room.
“Why aren’t you returning my calls?” A guy from the last row insists as he slings one arm over Tiffany.
Tiffany shrinks away in response, unwinding from his grasp. “Look, we went on two dates, that’s all. I’m not your girlfriend. Please stop calling me.” She winces when he doesn’t let go, attempting to pull her hand away from his. “Why are you being so difficult? Please stop!”
“Look, what did I do wrong?” He continues, tightening his grasp on her wrist. “Tell me, I’ll change! I’ll-”
“She wants you to let go, man,” Wooyoung cuts in. He’s rewarded with a pair of equally confused eyes before the guy finally pulls away, shaking his head as he leaves the room. Wooyoung watches as Tiffany regards him with a look torn between appreciation and embarrassment before she hurries away wordlessly.
Huh, Wooyoung thinks. Well, that was completely anti-dramatic.
He runs into her a few days later at a random party, when Junho and Chansung run off to skirt-chase a pair of twins. Wooyoung orders a drink at the bar and blinks when someone sets a bottle of beer in front of him. He turns around to find Tiffany next to him, looking slightly awkward in her glittery top.
“What’s this?” He asks, eyeing the beer.
“It’s on me,” she says, flinging a strand of her neatly curled hair behind her shoulder. She sighs when he stares dumbly at her in return. “Look, just accept my gratitude, okay?” She looks pleased when he does drink the beer, deciding to take a seat next to Wooyoung. “My friends are on the dance floor, but I don’t feel like joining them.”
Wooyoung blinks. “What do you want me to do about that?”
“Dance with me,” Tiffany suggests, taking his hand.
Wooyoung follows with a shrug as she leads them to the middle of the dance floor, strobe lights over head as people crowd around them. He sets his hands on her hips and keeps a respectable distance as they dance to the remix of an overrated pop song. Wooyoung laughs when the DJ plays a song from his routine and decides to pull out some of his b-boy moves on the dance floor.
Suddenly people are crowding around him in a circle as he does a quick hand-stand, kicking his feet in the hair. Junho pops out of the crowd and joins him in a dance battle until the song ends, and everyone goes back to their usual Saturday night grinding.
“You’re not bad,” Tiffany says when Wooyoung wipes his face with the edge of his sleeves.
“Of course not.” Wooyoung grins and gives her a little peace sign. They spend the rest of the night laughing over Chansung’s drunken tactics at picking up girls. Tiffany passes down at least five requests to dance and opts to hang out on the balcony with Wooyoung instead. Junho pops back up occasionally to offer them more drinks, but Tiffany politely declines. They exchange digits at the end of the night, Tiffany waving bye to them with smiling eyes while Wooyoung wonders if the number in his phone is even real.
“So,” Junho says when they break into Taecyeon’s building at the sake of not trudging all the way back to their dorm. “Who was that? She’s pretty.”
“Really?” Wooyoung replies absently as he makes himself at home on Taecyeon’s bed. “I didn’t notice.”
They meet again on a warm Friday afternoon when Hyoyeon bursts into the practice room in the middle of the bbclub meeting. Tiffany pokes her head in behind Hyoyeon, waving hi to Nichkhun and Minho and even Taemin. The meeting officially ends when Hyoyeon pulls out a bunch of gift certificates for a nearby steakhouse, and suddenly everyone is cramming unto the campus bus in hopes of getting some free dinner.
“So,” Tiffany asks when they convince the waiters to push two whole tables together. “How did you do on that exam?”
Wooyoung makes a face. “Let’s not talk about that.” He grins when someone else comes into the restaurant, and now everyone is dog piling on top of Jaebum. Wooyoung had given up on being surprised at Jaebum long ago. While their ex-club president claims to have a legitimate job in the city, he has yet to reveal the details to anyone, opting to show up on campus more often than not, even after his graduation this passing spring.
They start laughing when an old America disco song comes on the restaurant radio and Tiffany begins humming along. “This is my favorite,” she explains over her bowl of soup while the guys dig into their serving of ribs.
“No way,” Wooyoung laughs over the commotion, having to guard his food from Taecyeon. “This is my favorite too!”
“You know,” Tiffany says when Wooyoung slaps Chansung’s prying hand away. “I’m starting to like you a lot more.”
Wooyoung can only smile at that.
Autumn passes quickly, leaving behind a blanket of leaves on campus as the weather begins to chill. Wooyoung continues his new-found routine of attending early classes in the morning, hitting the gym in the afternoon, and actually re-reading his notes at night. Sometimes Nichkhun comes in to review together for cinematography, but mostly they just end up sprawled in front of Chansung’s xbox, busy shooting aliens or playing katamari.
One afternoon, Wooyoung passes central grounds on his way out of the gym and spots Tiffany on top of a ladder, busy decorating the giant Christmas tree set up near the fountain. Jessica is arranging ornaments by color while other girls set up a table nearby. Someone is decorating a banner on the table, no doubt abusing glitter pens.
“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asks and nearly surprises Tiffany off her ladder.
“Hold the end of this,” Tiffany commands instead, watching as Wooyoung places a solid hand on the ends of the metal sides while Tiffany slowly steps down, her platform heels clicking on every step. “Want to buy some cookies?” She asks, holding up a checklist. “All the proceeds go to underprivileged children!”
Wooyoung gives her a look.
“Okay, fine.” Tiffany rolls her eyes. “Some of the money goes to club dues for next semester, but most of the money goes to charity. Happy?”
“Wooyoung-ah,” Hyoyeon says when she spots him. “Give the cookies a try. Fany made them herself!” She nods towards the line of people already waiting by the table. Hyoyeon laughs when Tiffany snatches a cookie out of the box and stuffs it in Wooyoung’s hand. They watch as Wooyoung chews at the chocolate chip thoughtfully before popping the rest of it in his mouth.
“It’s okay.” Wooyoung shrugs. “Kind of dry, though.”
Tiffany looks scandalized, Jessica raises an eyebrow, and Hyoyeon hides her laugh with a cough.
“Lots of people love my cookies!” Tiffany huffs, folding her arms. “You know, boys always clean out our cookie sales. You’re lucky I even gave you a free sample!” She shuffles away to tend to the line of customers while Jessica pats a confused Wooyoung sympathetically on the back.
The next day, he finds boxes of cookies stacked in the practice room during their club meeting. “What’s this?” Wooyoung asks, incredulous.
“Sunny gave us a discount so we bought them in bulk,” Taecyeon supplies happily as he hands out bags of neatly wrapped cookies to the members. “They’re really good!” He points to Taemin and Junho, who are busy munching on the sugar syrup ones in the corner, to make his point. Even Nichkhun is feeding Minho some cookies off to the side.
“It’s made with love, yo,” Jaebum says, looping an arm around Wooyoung as he waves a cookie in Wooyoung’s face. “I always get some every year. Try some!”
“Go to work, Jay!” Taecyeon cries instead.
“Yo,” Wooyoung says when he meets Tiffany in front of the theater. He takes a glance at the time table and blinks. “Did the movie already start?”
“Take this,” Tiffany replies, shoving a bucket of popcorn at Wooyoung as she digs through her pockets for another pre-paid ticket. She sighs when he gives her an unimpressed stare. “Okay, Oppa and I had a fight. I didn’t want to waste the tickets. You get to see a free movie and I get to not feel like a loser on a Friday night. How about it?”
“Okay, Princess.” Wooyoung snatches a couple of popcorns before popping them in his mouth. He ends up eating the entire bucket and drinking most of Tiffany’s diet coke during the movie while she stares intensely at the screen, giggling whenever the male lead drops another joke. It’s an overrated romantic comedy, and to be honest Wooyoung doesn’t find the actress very attractive. Still, he periodically hands Tiffany napkins whenever she laughs so hard that she actually cries.
Wooyoung throws away the trash when the movie ends, waiting for Tiffany outside of the restroom as she touches up on make-up. “You know,” he says when she comes out, just as gorgeous as ever. “I have yet to see you in a successful relationship.”
“What are you doing tonight?” Tiffany asks instead of replying. “The girls are thinking of hitting town soon. Want to come?”
“Why, so I can hold your bags while you shop?” Wooyoung laughs. “No thanks. I’m supposed to go somewhere with Junsu,” he takes a look at his watch, “20 minutes ago. Okay, I have to go.”
Tiffany manages to snatch onto the end of his jacket before Wooyoung sprinted away. “Wait!” She says, eyes wide. “Just- Thanks for keeping me company.”
“No prob.” Wooyoung flashes her a grin before running off.
Winter break comes and goes way too quickly. Wooyoung spends the last few days of the year catching up on sleep while his parents’ cat curls up comfortably next to him. On Christmas eve, he goes karaoke-ing with the club; Nichkhun hogs the mic while Taemin and Key dance to the choreography of a popular girlband. Even Taecyeon manages to sing a song or two before being kicked out of the room on the pretext of his horribly singing.
New Years Eve consists of way too much alcohol than necessary as they party at Jaebum’s new apartment in the city. Halfway through out the night, more of Jaebum’s random friends show up, bottles of beer in hand as everyone greets them in.
Wooyoung finds Tiffany in the kitchen, laughing into a stranger’s ear as he pulls her in close, grip possessive around her waist. Tiffany waves when she spots Wooyoung, brushing her companion off. “Having fun?” She asks, snatching one of the sliced lemons the girls had brought (along with bags full of grocery, “because God knows Jay-oppa can’t shop for himself”) as their house-warming gift. She drops the lemon in her martini and looks at him with smiling eyes.
“Make me a drink too.” Wooyoung grins, and makes a small begging notion when Tiffany rolls her eyes at him, already pulling out the shaker. He watches as she drops some ice into the class and fill it halfway with lime juice. “So, is that your new boy-toy of the week?”
“Be nice!” Tiffany scolds. “This one is going to work out, I just know it. My new year resolution is to be more successful at relationships.” She beams while handing Wooyoung his drink. “Wish me luck?”
“Good luck,” Wooyoung laughs, and watches as she goes back into the party to find boyfriend number five, not that Wooyoung is counting. The last thing he really remembers is Jaebum coming back into the kitchen with a bottle of what he claims to be “the good stuff” while he fills Wooyoung’s shot glass.
The rest of the night is spent in alcoholic bliss as everyone does rounds. At one point Wooyoung passes out and wakes at 3am to find himself sleeping on the floor next to a pair of not-so-completely-clothed strangers. He manages to fumble his way into Jaebum’s bed, nudging a sleeping Junho aside and curling up with a pillow.
Jaebum kicks everyone out at 9 am the next morning, stopping when he realizes that help is needed in cleaning up the apartment. Wooyoung and Nichkhun spend two hours throwing empty beer bottles into oversized trash bags while Chansung storms through the apartment, looking for his lost cell phone. Taecyeon sits on the kitchen table, tending to his growing hang over. In the end they find a pair of lacy underwear under the couch (“seriously, what the fuck!” Jaebum rages. “I didn’t even get any last night!”) and Chansung’s phone in the sink.
The new year finds Wooyoung in a proactive mode, determined to raise his grade after the failure that resulted from all the parties and missed class from last semester. Junsu laughs at him when Wooyoung shares his resolution, too busy engaged in his music scores and all the choirs he’s involved in.
“I’m living at the library from now on,” Wooyoung decides as he scans through his course syllabuses. He picks out another textbook and dumps it in his cart, making a face when Nichkhun laughs. “What?”
“No, nothing.” Nichkhun grins. “Dream big, huh? What are we going do about the dance competition this year? Jay will flip if we don’t bring home another trophy.”
“Hyung doesn’t even go to this school anymore, Khun,” Wooyoung deadpans, picking out another workbook. “Doesn’t Taec have it covered?”
“Taec hasn’t even started his senior thesis yet,” Nichkhun points out, busy flipping through an English textbook. “We’re running out of funds too. Maybe we should start recruiting more members?” He sighs. “This was so much easier when Hyung did all the work.” He pauses for a minute before they both burst out laughing, because God knows Jaebum never did anything beside vandalize the entire campus with flyers.
“Boo!” Tiffany laughs as she removes her hands from Wooyoung’s shoulder. She sets her designer bag on the table, taking a seat next to Wooyoung. “Looks like we’re in the same class again. What are you majoring in, anyways?”
Wooyoung gives her a weak smile. “Undeclared?”
“What the hell.” Tiffany slaps him on the arm in return. “You’re a second year already. What are you doing with your life, Jang Wooyoung?”
“What about you?” Wooyoung demands, rubbing his arm numbly.
“I’m majoring in art history and music.” Tiffany looks proud at this. “And here I thought you’d be more productive. You know, Miyoon-oppa is already working on getting into law school. He’s so dedicated, so hardworking, and he-”
“He sounds like a tool,” Wooyoung cuts in, raising his hands in defeat when Tiffany threatens to hit him with her bag.
Wooyoung isn’t sure why, but the university has somehow deemed it necessary for him to take biology as one of his course requirements, possibly due to Wooyoung’s inability to declare a major properly, he thinks. Regardless, here he stands, watching his lab partner portion off pots of flowers for their respiration lab. “Please don’t do something stupid,” his partner, a first-year chemistry major, says wearily. “I need to pass this class, okay?”
Wooyoung shrugs and takes his share of the flowers away. He plans to leave it in Chansung’s closet, preferably with the rest of the unauthorized plants Chansung is growing. On the way back he runs into Tiffany, who beams and waves him over.
“How pretty,” she coos.
“Want one?” Wooyoung is already plucking one of the flowers and handing it to her, stem and all. He supposes that leaving the plants in its original condition was one of the lab controls, but then again he has never cared for biology. They part ways when Tiffany’s phone rings, Wooyoung shrugging as she runs off, her heels clicking on the pavement.
“Oh my God,” Tiffany says that night, sitting in front of her mirror as she plays with the lone flower Wooyoung had given her. “Oh my god,” she turns to Jessica, lose curls flying behind her. “He likes me! He totally does!”
“Uh-huh,” Jessica replies idly, busy applying mascara in front of her vanity for her date. “That’s nice.”
“Pay attention, Jess!” Tiffany snaps, pacing around the room. “He totally wants me!”
“Who are we talking about again?” Jessica tilts her head, checking her eyeliner for smudges and reaching for her lipstick.
“Wooyoung!” Tiffany says, running a hand through her hair. “How could I have been so blind? There have been signs! signs!” She begins counting her fingers when Jessica stares, now paying full attention. “Okay, first, he shows up whenever I call him! Every singe time! Second, okay, are you listening? He always dislikes whoever I’m dating! And, and, he gave me flowers today!”
“Are you sure?” Jessica asks quietly, snapping her combat mirror shut.
“Of course I’m sure!” Tiffany looks almost offended. “This is not me being egotistical, okay? This is the downside of being beautiful!”
“Well, aren’t you quite the special girl?” Jessica hums under her breath, ducking when Tiffany throws a hair scrunchy at her.
Come Tuesday afternoon, and Wooyoung is in the library (“no, seriously, where are you going?” Junsu had asked, face serious, when Wooyoung told him the first time). He flips through the first few pages of his English workbook and blinks when he hears the familiar click of Gucci heels against the marble floors. Wooyoung makes a face at himself when he realizes this. He’s been hanging around Tiffany way too much. “Fany!” He hisses, waving the girl over.
“Hi,” Tiffany says quietly. “What are you doing?”
“Eh, studying?” Wooyoung pauses, standing up a bit to reach over Tiffany. “Hold on, your earring is tangled in your hair.”
“Stop it!” Tiffany snaps, perhaps a little louder than necessary. She gets a couple of “sshhhs!” from people at the table and a weird look from Wooyoung. “Just, okay! I know it’s hard for you, but please stop it! This is uncomfortable for me too!”
“It’s just an earring, Fany.” Wooyoung blinks. “Don’t be such a drama queen.”
“What?” Tiffany says. “No! I’m talking about your infatuation with me! I know we’ve been friends for a while, and we get along fine, but you have to realize that I’m already in a committed relationship! You’re my good friend and I really don’t want anything to change, but you have got to stop hitting on me!”
“What the hell,” he manages to say.
“You don’t have to deny it, there have been signs.” She continues. “I’ve noticed, okay?!!”
“What the hell,” Wooyoung says instead, making odd hand gestures at Tiffany. “What are you talking about? I don’t like you! I don’t like- this.” He stutters, awkwardness followed by some more hand motions.
“Oh my God.” Tiffany stares, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I get it now. You’re gay! Everything makes so much more sense now! That’s why you always spend so much time with shirtless men and that’s why you’re so close to Nichkhun oppa!”
“What- no!” Wooyoung winces at the loudness of his voice. Almost everyone is staring at them now, and Wooyoung has to resist the urge to bang his head against the table. Their feud ends when a librarian comes and asks them to please lower their voices, and Tiffany has to shrink away in second hand embarrassment before running out on Wooyong on the pretense of “being late to- something, okay yeah, I have to go”, leaving Wooyoung to pick up his jaw from the floor.
“And then she accused me of being gay!” Wooyoung continues to explain at dinner to a painfully amused group. “Urg, I don’t know what’s wrong with the female population but- just. what the hell. And the worst part is- get this, she thinks I’m gay with you!” He laughs at Nichkhun, who just stares oddly at him in return. “I mean, you’re totally straight. How blind can someone get, right?”
The table is quiet for a moment. Nichkhun clears his throat strangely as he exchange silent glances with Minho. Suddenly Wooyoung feels like he’s been hit with a bulldozer. “Oh,” he says dumbly. “Oh, oh, OH.”
“I thought it was obvious?” Nichkhun gave him an awkward smile.
“It’s okay,” Junho supplies helpfully. “Jaebum-hyung hasn’t caught on either.”
“But he doesn’t even go to this school!” Wooyoung can only whine.
Wooyoung doesn’t contact Tiffany for a while, partly out of embarrassment and partly out of frustration. He ends up covering most of his lecture material for next week and finishing half of Chansung’s games. Life is surprisingly productive when he doesn’t have to worry about holding Tiffany’s books or fending off her suitors or seeing her pretty smile or-
“Urg,” Wooyoung nearly slams his head against the controller. Maybe Tiffany had been right about him, and he had just been too oblivious to notice. Either way, he finds himself in front of the dinning hall for a quick snack. Wooyoung is halfway out of the pizza line when he notices an altercation near the soda machines and a familiar brunette. He sighs. Leave it to Tiffany to start another public commotion. Wooyoung expects to find a couple of girls causing a scene by giggling too loud or something. Instead, what he finds is a familiar guy and someone hanging on his arm who is definitely not Tiffany.
“Oppa, what is this?” Tiffany is asking, voice small. “Are you drunk?”
Minyoon sighs, more annoyed than apologetic. “I hope you didn’t think we were exclusive. Look, you’re cute, but I’ve had much prettier girls and, well, you’re getting a little too clingy. Stop monopolizing my time, okay?”
Tiffany looks like she’s about to cry. “What are you talking about? You said I was the only one for you!” Next to her, Hyoyeon looks almost rabid with rage. “Don’t do this, Oppa. Let’s talk it out,” Tiffany tries, putting one hand on Minyoon’s arm.
He shoves her away instead, causing a couple of by standers to gasp. Thankfully, Hyoyeon catches Tiffany before she crashes into the bagel machines.
“Back off, dude.” Wooyoung decides to step in. “Didn’t your mother tell you to not lay your hand on girls? You owe her an apology.”
“That wouldn’t be the first time I laid my hands on that dumb bitch,” Minwoo laughs, breathe heavy with alcohol.
And that’s when Wooyoung throws the first punch.
“What is wrong with you?” Tiffany asks later, when campus authorities finally come in to break up the fight. She sighs while going through the drawers for the first-aid kit Wooyoung’s mother had stuffed somewhere when Wooyoung first moved in. “How could you start a public brawl like that?”
“What’s wrong with me?” Wooyoung stares. “I’m the one that just got beat up trying to defend your reputation.” He winces when Tiffany disinfects his wound not so gently, rubbing numbly at the cut on Wooyoung’s lip. “Fany, are you okay?”
“Of course I’m not okay.” Tiffany sighs, throwing the tissue away to dab another one in rubbing alcohol. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. No matter what I do, the right guy never comes, and I always end up humiliating myself one way or another.” She cleans at Wooyoung’s wounds some more, stopping only when she elicits a pained groan from him. “Am I that unattractive or unpleasant?”
“You’re not unattractive at all,” Wooyoung says.
“Then what’s wrong with me?” Tiffany demands, face determined. Regardless, tears are streaking down her pretty face, and Wooyoung can’t help but rub them away with his thumb.
“Don’t cry, Fany! You’re too pretty to cry.” Wooyoung manages to say, pulling the girl in for a silent hug. “Maybe,” he dares to continue. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right person.”
“And where is the right person?” Tiffany asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Right here,” Wooyoung replies, pushing a strand of bangs away from Tiffany’s face. “I’m right here.”
“Don’t do this,” she says instead, pulling away. “I told you to not do this!” She’s crying even harder now, and Wooyoung honestly doesn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry, I really am, but I can’t do this,” she says, snatching her bag before storming out the door.
“Aren’t you going after her?” Junsu asks, having stayed quiet in the hall for awhile now.
“Didn’t you hear her?” Wooyoung laughs wryly. “She doesn’t want me to.”
By Saturday night, Junho and Nichkhun have convinced Wooyoung to give the single life another try. They take him to another party and attempt to drown Wooyoung’s sorrows with alcohol. He sighs and denies the offers, laughing when Nichkhun runs off after getting a text from Minho and Junho goes to talk to a classmate.
“Want to dance?” A familiar voice asks, followed by the sight of Wooyoung’s favorite sweet-smelling brunette.
“Sure,” Wooyoung laughs, complying as Tiffany leads him to the dance floor, just like the first time. This time, however, he sets his hand on the low rise of Tiffany’s skirt and pulls her in close, keep both palms on her hips as they move to the music. She turns around when the song ends, hooking her arms around his neck and allowing Wooyoung to set his hands on the small of her back.
“I’m sorry,” Tiffany begins to say, digging her face into his shoulder. She’s not wearing heels today, a trait Wooyoung has learned to indicate her unusual bouts of shyness. She stops to look up at Wooyoung, her eyes unusually dark against neat bangs. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. You treat me so much better than all of my past boyfriends combined, and maybe it was just my ego talking, but I don’t know why I never gave you-”
Wooyoung cuts her off, tilting his chin slightly to capture her lips with his. They stay like this for awhile, Tiffany’s grip on the back of his shirt tightening as she moves her soft lips against his. They pull apart at last when Wooyoung begins to run out of breath, a smug smile on his face. “Does this mean you’ll call me Oppa from now on?”
“Pervert,” Tiffany laughs, hitting him lightly. However, her smiling eyes are back, and Wooyoung is secretly thankful that she never bullied him into giving up that seat.
[FIN]
me, pitching this fic to boyfolk
blahchiharu: basically what I have is
blahchiharu: boy meets girl
blahchiharu: boy befriends girl
blahchiharu: girl dates a bunch of suitors
blahchiharu: girl become interested boy
blahchiharu: girl thinks boy is gay
blahchiharu: boy realizes he has hots for girl
blahchiharu: boy gets girl
blahchiharu: boy's ex-club president makes an appearance
boyfolk: cries omg that is perf
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