Wonwoo tenses when the loud music reaches his ears. He didn't think people his age threw parties anymore, but he was dead wrong.

As he follows you inside, all he can think of is how bad of an idea this was. Befriending your friends was a terrible idea. What would be next? Hanging out with them in his free time? Talking about you with them? Being your plus-one at their birthday parties? He was fucked.

He doesn't even get a chance to think about what he was going to do when you drag him to a group of guys you notice immediately after stepping inside, insisting on wanting to greet them first.

"You're all early!" You grin, going in for a hug with your best friend. Seokmin wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tightly before his eyes land on the taller male behind you, a smile creeping up his lips as he lets you go. "And who might this be?" He asks even though he already knows. There wasn't a conversation he had with you where Wonwoo hadn't been brought up since you had gone on your first date with him.

"Ah, I'm Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo. I guess I'm her..." he glances at you for some help, but you don't know what to say either. He isn't your boyfriend, but a friend sounds wrong, too. "Uhm, yeah," he looks back at the three guys in front of him, nodding awkwardly as a small laugh leaves his lips. You're cute. The helpless but excited look on your face you give him when your eyes locked with his is unforgettable.

"I'm Seokmin, and I guess I'm her best friend," Seokmin laughs with him, offering Wonwoo his hand. Soonyoung and Jihoon introduce themself shortly after, sending you teasing smiles immediately. You shake your head at them, wrapping your arm around Wonwoo's to get his attention. "I'm going to find Hansol and get us something to drink. Wait here with them?" Your eyebrows raise in question, mostly asking him if he was okay with spending some time alone with the boys.

In fact, he isn't. He doesn't want to give them a chance to see that there is something off about him, but he still nods for the sake of it all, letting you leave.

You wander around the house, greeting people here and there that you recognize as Hansol's friends until you reach the kitchen, where, to your luck, you find the man himself. "Vernon," you smile, catching his attention. "How have you been?" You ask, walking over to pull him into a hug. "Hey," he smiles, softly patting your back. "I'm good, except for the fact I haven't seen Adel around yet," he answers your question, taking a step back. "I'm sure she'll come soon," you smile back at him, leaning on his kitchen island.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks and you nod, looking around to try and see what he has. "I've got your favorite champagne. What do you think?" He offers, and you can't refuse. "Can I also get a beer?" — Hansol frowns, grabbing the bottle of champagne. "I wouldn't drink both," he advises. "I'm not stupid," you remind him, thanking him as you take the champagne from him. "The beer is for Wonwoo. I don't think he'd appreciate this much," you laugh, grabbing a glass from his cabinet, along with one for Wonwoo. "Wonwoo?" Hansol raises his eyebrow teasingly, pointing towards the pipe with beer so you can pour it yourself. "You're not the only one planning to get a partner tonight," you answer simply, laughing as you walk away.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, is finally relaxing as he engages in a conversation with your friends. "You make her happy, I'm glad," Seokmin smiles, looking around to assure himself you aren't anywhere near them. "She cannot stop talking about you. It gets to the point where it's annoying," he complains, and Soonyoung immediately agrees. Wonwoo laughs, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Hopefully, they are all good things."

"Some of them are nice, yeah," Soonyoung nods, then glares at the older male. "But some..." — "Don't pay attention to him," Jihoon interrupts him. "He's just teasing you," he shakes his head at his friend. "Yeah, but if you do one bad thing," Seokmin warns him, staring him down. Wonwoo swallows a lump in his throat. It's not like he was scared of them. Heck, he could lean on Jihoon's head if he wanted to, but he feels awful. Because honestly, you don't deserve anything bad in your life.

"I don't want to hurt her," he proclaims, catching both Seokmin and Soonyoung off guard. Jihoon, though, doesn't seem much shaken by his statement. He's smiling at Wonwoo as if he was proud. "I mean– that's good. You shouldn't hurt her," Seokmin nods, glancing at his friends as he tries to find the words he wants. "Well, in that case, what are you still waiting for?" Soonyoung asks, making Wonwoo frown. "I'm sorry?"

"When are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend? We've all been waiting. I don't think she will shut up about you otherwise," he explains, prompting him.

Oh.

Oh.

"That's–" A great question, actually. Something he should have definitely expected to come from them. Of course they wanted to know what his intentions with their friend were. But the truth was, he didn't know if he could ask you to be his girlfriend. It would only get things messy. It would be for the best if he just did his part as quickly as possible and then disappeared from your life before he could hurt you any more than he already has.

"You look like you're about to faint." — Wonwoo sighs when he hears the female voice behind him, coming to save him. "Are these guys giving you trouble?" This time, it's a different tone. There are two of them, he realizes. He turns around to see who is behind him, but before he can question the girls' identities, Soonyoung pulls the slightly taller one into a hug while the other girl greets Seokmin and Jihoon.

"We are nice to him, don't worry, Adel," Seokmin laughs, but her frown makes it obvious that she doesn't believe him. "Just making sure he knows whose side we're on," he grins. "And who exactly is this lovely guy whose life you are making so much harder?" The taller girl asks when she steps back from her boyfriend and greets his two friends. "Jeon Wonwoo," he introduces himself, sending a soft smile toward the two girls.

"Ah, I see," she laughs. "I'm Hanni. Soonyoung's girlfriend." — "And I'm Adel," the shorter one introduces herself, too, before glancing around the room. "Have you guys seen Hansol anywhere? I promised him I'll come meet him right when I arrive."

"I'll help you find him," Wonwoo offers, immediately taking his chance for an escape. He just needs to find you and get away from any more of the guys' questions, and it will be all okay again. "Alright, I'll see you guys later." Jihoon nods toward her, sending a smile toward Wonwoo too, to let him know it was okay. He could sense the tension in him, the need for an escape. He couldn't blame him, honestly.

Eventually, it's you who finds the two of them. "Hansol is in the kitchen," you inform Adel, and she thanks you, leaving the two of you alone and going to find him. "I hope you're okay with a beer," you say, handing Wonwoo the drink you got him. "Definitely," he assures you. "What did you get?" He wonders, glancing at the glass in your hand. "Champagne," you smile, offering him a sip. "I'm good, thanks," he shakes his head, smiling back at you. "Hansol said he'll hide the whole bottle for me, so I have tonight's drinks secured," you grin, making him chuckle. "How about we get you that bottle then and go somewhere quieter? There's too many people for my taste," he suggests, looking around the room to prove his point. People were everywhere.

"Yeah...Yeah, of course!" You nod, trying to think of a place to go. "Come with me for the bottle then. If we catch Hansol, I can ask him if we can chill out in his room for a bit." — "Thank you," he whispers, still smiling. You shake your head, saying it's not a big deal.

Vernon doesn't seem to have any objections, but you are certain that's only because he is too busy talking to the girl he likes. Still, you don't waste your opportunity and grab the champagne bottle before leading Wonwoo to the bedroom.

Wonwoo sits down on the bed, placing the glass of beer on the floor beside his leg while you close the door, making him immediately sigh in relief when the music damps. He watches your every movement as you place the bottle of champagne along with your glass on the closest table you see before turning your attention to him again. You bite your bottom lip, hesitating as you look him up and down. You take careful steps forward until you reach him, stopping right in front of him. He breathes out your name, and it sends shivers down your spine. "Is it...okay for me to sit down?" Wonwoo frowns in confusion at first, but when he notices your eyes on his lap, he gulps down hard, hesitantly nodding.

You sit yourself on him, fixing his hair as you gaze into his eyes. At the moment, Wonwoo forgets about everything he promised himself before he met you, unable to resist you when you're this close to him. His body moves before he can think of anything else, pulling you closer by the waist so he can press his lips on yours. One of his hands grips your waist while he takes off his glasses with the other, trying to think of the beer next to his leg so he doesn't accidentally kick it down.

You gently push him down onto the bed, your fingers wandering over his clothed chest while your mouths explore one another, and for a second, you think life couldn't be any better. That's only until his phone rings though. "Mhm, wait," he whines into the kiss, searching for his phone in his pocket. You place a kiss on his jaw instead, glancing at his phone to see who is calling.

Wonwoo turns his phone off before you can see anything, throwing it to the side as his hands cup your face and he brings your lips back to his. "Who was that?" You ask between kisses. "Friend," he mumbles back. "I'll call him in a bit." You can't have any complaints when he kisses you so nicely, so you don't say anything else and let yourself enjoy the moment.

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"Good night," Wonwoo smiles, and it melts your heart. "Good night, Wonwoo," you smile back at him, letting go of his hand as you step inside your apartment. There's nothing but love in your eyes, and it makes his heart ache. "I'll text you later," he assures you. He hesitates for a second but eventually steps closer to you again, pulling you into a warm embrace. You wrap your hands around his waist, burying your head in his chest. "Get home safe."

When you close the door behind yourself, Wonwoo sighs and takes out his phone, dialing his friend's number.

"Where have you been?" He asks impatiently, and Wonwoo rolls his eyes. "Hello to you too, Mingyu," he greets him, putting his empty hand in the pocket of his jacket as he leaves the apartment building. "I was with her until now, sorry. She took me to her friend's party," he explains, making Mingyu frown. It was obvious what girl he was talking about. "You met up with her friends?" He questions, and Wonwoo can already guess what direction this conversation will take. "Okay, look. I don't think I can continue," Wonwoo admits, and Mingyu falls silent. "What?"

"I just..." he starts, but before he can think of the right words, Mingyu speaks up again. "You actually fell for her, didn't you?" Mingyu scoffs. "You're unbelievable." — "Look, it's not as simple as you think it is. It's only normal to like someone you've been forced to spend so much time with," Wonwoo argues. "You are the one who got me into this situation."

"I got you into this situation?" Mingyu repeats his words with nothing but disgust. "I've asked you to get to know her and find her weaknesses, not to go on fucking dates with her and fall for her!" — "I'm hanging up if you want to yell at me," Wonwoo states, the grip he has on his phone only tightening as he starts getting angry.

"Sorry," Mingyu mumbles, leaning back in his chair as he tries to think of what to do next. "So you really won't do it?" Wonwoo sighs. "I can't." What was so good about you? Mingyu wonders. His best friend wasn't one to fall for just anyone, so there must be something about you. He just couldn't figure out what it was. Sure, you were pretty and smart. That was something he couldn't take away from you, but that couldn't be it, right? "Alright, I'll do it on my own," Mingyu sighs, glancing at his opened laptop. "Can you disappear off the scene for a bit?"

Wonwoo hesitates. He wants to take a step back and calm himself because he knows he can't actually be with you, but giving Mingyu a free hand scares him. He doesn't want to see you break apart because of his friend. "What are you planning?"

"I'm going to befriend her. See if she lets me get closer, and then I'll figure out something else." — "Two weeks," Wonwoo proclaims. "Two weeks, what?" Mingyu asks confusedly. "I'll leave for two weeks and let you do whatever, but... when I come back, I don't want to play your game anymore, Gyu. If she wants to be with me, then I want to go for it. Right now, that's more important to me than any money or stupid art pieces you want."

Two weeks. That's all he gets. Wonwoo won't give him any more than that.

But two weeks is something Kim Mingyu can work with.

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It was shortly after your third auction when Mingyu sat in his bedroom, trying his hardest not to yell at his girlfriend.

"Listen, you might think she is just some cheap chick that doesn't know a shit about money, but I'm telling you, you're wrong," he repeats himself. "She knows what's up."

"Oh, come on! No woman is as good as you!" Mingyu frowns when those words leave his girlfriend's mouth. He always knew she wanted to kiss his ass whenever she got the chance, but now a part of him just felt disgusted. "We don't have to go through any extra work just because of some slut, right?" You are a slut. The words stop at the tip of his tongue and he has to close his eyes for a second to calm himself.

It felt funny hearing that from someone as his girlfriend. If it wasn't for her ability to get into any man's pants, he wouldn't be keeping her around anymore. "We do," he states simply, getting up from his bed with a sigh. She wasn't there so she wouldn't know but he saw it, the way you talked, and how all the men around were falling to their knees for you. One wrong move on his side and you could have all his opponents wrapped around your finger. He couldn't let that happen.

"Yeah, and what do you want me to do, huh?" Her voice gets louder, and it makes him annoyed. It wasn't anything new, her voice always bothered him, but for her to have the audacity to raise her voice at him now? She must have gone mad.

"I don't fucking know. Eat her out for all I care. Just do what you always do. I'm not buying you expensive shit for you to just sit around and do nothing," Mingyu tries to stay calm, refusing to fall so low and yell at a woman even though the girl in front of him makes him want to rip out his hair.

"I can't play with a woman!" She complains, making Mingyu groan. "For fucks sake, you just can't do anything, huh?" He runs his fingers through his black hair, trying to think of a plan. "Well, then, it's great you can do so much!" His girlfriend yells back at him, and Mingyu finally snaps. "Out." His voice is strong, sending shivers down her spine. "What?" She blinks a few times, suddenly falling quiet. "Get the fuck out of my house. I'm done with you."

"Wait– What–What do you mean?" Her voice shakes, and she has to gulp down when she notices his stare. His eyes are full of hate, more than they were ever before. She would be stupid to think Mingyu ever loved her—or even felt anything romantic toward her—but she liked being around him nonetheless and knew Mingyu appreciated her company from time to time, too. Now, though, there wasn't anything that could convince her Kim Mingyu didn't hate her with his whole body.

"You finally hit the final string. I'm done with you," he explains, not bothering with saying anything else as his head tilts towards the door, telling her to leave.

Mingyu sighed when he was alone again, lying down on his bed. The sudden silence was new to him, but it helped his thoughts to get running so he didn't mind. He knew he couldn't just track you down and try to get closer to you to do the job on his own. You would be an idiot to let him in. So, what else could he do?

Then it hit him. He quickly sat up, searching for his phone with his eyes. When he finally found it, it took him less than a few seconds to dial his friend's number. "Hey, Wonwoo, do you think you could come over today?"

And that was how it all started in the first place. The plotting, the tracking down, all the effort Mingyu put in to figure out the things you like so he could give his best friend the perfect info. Even Minghao. Mingyu thought of it all. While one of his friends got closer to you in your free time, his other friend interrogated your workspace.

It was perfect. He's got it all covered. There was no way his plan could fail. He was taking you down.

Until Wonwoo hit him with the call, and everything fell apart again.

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The following morning, the first thing you did was reach for your phone so you could text Wonwoo.

You rub your eyes, trying to get them to focus properly as you open the chat with him, your eyes widening when you notice you have a new message. You smile when you see the text, but it fades away again when you read what it says. "What the fuck are you sorry for so early in the morning?" You sit up, hoping this is still just a part of your dream. "You're kidding me," you breathe out, pressing the call button and bringing your phone up to your ear.

"Good morning," Wonwoo greets you nervously, and you can almost see the way he rubs the back of his neck. "Not exactly a good morning," you proclaim, waiting for a further explanation. "I'm sorry," he breathes out. "I forgot about it, and the guys texted me yesterday asking if I was already packed. I couldn't tell them I am not going."

"Don't you think the timing is a bit insane?" You call him out, scoffing when he can't say anything in his defense. "And what the fuck is with the message in the first place? I'm sorry. I won't be able to see you in the next two weeks?" You recite to him what he said. "That's all I get after everything?"

"I swear it has nothing to do with what happened yesterday. I– I like you a lot. And I don't want to leave, not now, but I have to."

"What if I don't believe you?" — "Sweetheart..." he starts, and it makes your heart ache. "Don't sweetheart me when you left me a fucking message about leaving without any further explanation right after we kissed for the first time." Wonwoo sighs. He knows he is wrong for doing this, but it's better than cooperating with Mingyu on his plan to take you down. He can't do that to you. So he chose the safer choice, even if it might hurt you a bit.

You sigh as well. "You wouldn't have called me if I didn't, would you? You would just leave after one text and not speak to me after, right?" — "I'm sorry," he apologizes, and it hits you even more when you know you're right. "Alright," you nod. "Have fun with your friends."

"Wait, no, don't leave just like that," he tries to stop you. "Are you kidding me now? You are the one trying to leave just like that! If you don't want anything to do with me, just say it. No need to hide behind your friends for it." He wants to explain everything to you, say that he is doing it for your own good, but he can't. So he stays silent, trying to figure out a different excuse. You don't give him the benefit of the doubt anymore, though, and when he doesn't say anything to prove you wrong, you hang up on him.

You receive a few more texts from him afterward but decide to ignore them. You need space, and the two weeks he decided to take off from you sound like a perfect idea now.