For a friend on her birthday!!

Based on; Imagine Person A of your OTP falling asleep on top of Person B while at a party. Others tease Person B about it causing them to get flustered, but they can’t move to do anything about it in fear of waking Person A up.

Jongwoon saw Ryeowook every morning when he went to buy coffee and a croissant on his way to work. That was, to be honest, usually why Jongwoon went to get coffee when he didn’t even like it that much. He would step into the small coffee shop and be greeted with a bright smile and a “The usual today, sir?” and his mornings never felt quite the same without it. But Jongwoon didn’t see Ryeowook outside of the little coffee shop, and he was okay with that. He didn’t want to ruin their fragile friendship of sorts by revealing the feelings he kept locked away, so he settled for a smile and a couple exchanged words while he bought coffee that he only drank half of. That’s why, when he saw the small figure in Heechul’s apartment one Saturday night, he immediately felt his palms start to sweat.

Jongwoon met Heechul in university. He was loud and snarky and overbearing, but loyal to a fault and always usually willing to help. And he loved to throw parties.

Nearly every other weekend, Heechul found an excuse to have his friends over for a party of some sorts. Sometimes it was celebratory and sometimes a way to forget bad times and more than once those parties had been Heechul’s attempt to get two people together. Jongwoon went to most of the parties (not because he wanted to, but because Heechul usually guilted him into going) and ended up sitting alone in one of the armchairs in the living room, sipping from a bottle of beer that he wouldn’t finish and wishing he was somewhere else.

That Saturday night, Jongwoon approached the door to Heechul’s apartment with much the same attitude as a prisoner walking to his execution. He would have rather been stretched out across his own couch reading a book or watching TV, but there he was, dreading the night ahead. He knocked on the door, listening to the faint sound of music and only jumping slightly when the door was wrenched open to reveal a grinning Kim Heechul.

“Jongwoon! You finally made it!” Heechul slung an arm around his friend’s shoulders, pulling him into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind him. “You’re late.”

“You told me nine,” Jongwoon muttered, his nose wrinkling slightly as the song changed.

“Did I? Meant eight.” Heechul waved away the comment, pushing Jongwoon toward the kitchen. “Go get some drinks.”

(Looking back, Jongwoon figured he should have realized that Heechul was up to something then, but he’d attributed the glint in the older man’s eye to alcohol and gone to the kitchen without a fuss.)

Sighing softly to himself, Jongwoon made his way to the kitchen, only to freeze in the doorway.

Ryeowook was there.

He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, and nearly smacked himself when the small figure sitting at the bar didn’t vanish.

His light brown hair was neatly combed and he was wearing jeans and a white shirt that showed off his collarbones and made Jongwoon’s heart beat at an uncomfortably fast rate. He was laughing, talking, smiling at Shindong and Kyuhyun and he was slowly turning a bottle of beer around and around in his hands.

Jongwoon realized he was staring and swore softly, grabbing two beers from a cooler on the counter and dashing back to the living room to find Heechul.

The older man laughed loudly when he saw the look on Jongwoon’s face.

Suddenly Jongwoon realized what this party was for.

“You bastard,” he groaned, shoving one of the bottles at the host, who only laughed louder.

“You caught on faster than I’d thought,” he commented lightly, taking the beer.

“How did you even know?” Jongwoon thought he’d done a pretty good job of keeping his little crush on Ryeowook a secret, but apparently not so much.

“You’re ridiculously easy to read when it comes to your love life, stupid. Turns out Kyu’s good friends with him. Such a lucky coincidence, don’t you think?” The smirk that stretched across Heechul’s face made Jongwoon’s scowl deepen. “Enjoy your party, Jongwoon,” he chirped, gliding off to grab his own boyfriend’s arm and pull him out of sight.

With a groan, Jongwoon flopped down in an armchair, angrily pressing the bottle in his hands to his lips and taking a long swig. This was going to be a long night.

---

Ryeowook was sitting on a stool at the bar in the kitchen, laughing at a joke Shindong told and playing with the bottle in his hands. He’d spotted the customer that came to the café every morning out of the corner of his eye a few minutes ago and had, ever since, had a hard time concentrating on anything being said.

Over the past few months, he’d developed a crush on the man who came in every morning. His name was Jongwoon, he’d discovered, and he worked in a music store, giving piano and vocal lessons and Ryeowook loved the way his voice sounded like the music he loved so much. He was always so kind and careful and considerate but probably wouldn’t in a million years have feelings for a barista in a little coffee shop, so Ryeowook told himself they were just casual acquaintances, maybe friends, and that was that.

When his best friend, Kyuhyun, had invited him to this party, he hadn’t had any idea that Jongwoon, of all people, would be there. He fidgeted nervously on the stool, biting his lip and folding his hands and playing with his bottle of beer.

Kyuhyun noticed Ryeowook’s sudden nervousness and exchanged glances with Shindong, who had been filled in on The Plan. They both grinned and grabbed the barista another beer.

---

Jongwoon did his best to avoid Ryeowook, even though he really didn’t want to, but he decided he really needed another drink if he was going to make it through the night and, therefore, had to go back to the kitchen where, as luck would have it, the younger man was still situated at the bar.

“Jongwoon hyung?”

That was Kyuhyun’s voice, he realized, and he stopped short in the doorway, standing just out of sight and listening in when he knew he shouldn’t.

“How did you know?”

Jongwoon could almost hear the blush in Ryeowook’s response and he was suddenly desperate to know why his name would cause the barista to turn bright red.

Kyuhyun threw back his head and laughed. “Lucky guess. You should tell him.”

“I-I-I can’t! He probably doesn’t—I can’t…”

Jongwoon his heels and dashed back to the living room, running a hand through his messy black hair and hearing the blood pounding in his ears. Did that mean what he thought it might? Was there a chance that maybe Ryeowook—

Calm down, Jongwoon, he thought to himself, ignoring Siwon, who had approached him and asked him if something was wrong. You only heard part of the conversation. They could have been talking about something else entirely. Calm down.

But a spark of hope had lit in his chest and it refused to be extinguished and Jongwoon spent the next half an hour making small talk without knowing what he was saying because his mind kept floating back to “How did you know?”

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“Ahhh, little Ryeowook!” Heechul had reappeared sometime, his hair ruffled and his lips slightly swollen and his boyfriend grinning behind him. He thumped the younger man, who had finally ventured out of the kitchen, on the back. Ryeowook, who was teetering on the edge of very drunk thanked him for the invitation for the million time and giggled, leaning forward like he was about to divulge a great secret.

“See that man with the black hair in the stripey shirt?” he giggled, his words slurring together slightly. Kyuhyun, who, surprisingly, hadn’t had nearly as much to drink, grabbed his arm to keep him from toppling over. “He’s so hot.” A sharp bubble of laughter spilled over his lips and he clung onto Kyuhyun’s arm. “He comes in every day. He’s like a prince.”

Heechul patted Ryeowook’s head lightly. “You should tell him that.”

Ryeowook blinked for a minute before a wide grin overtook his face. “Yeah!” He pulled his arm out of Kyuhyun’s grip clumsily and stumbled toward the figure leaning against the arm of the sofa, talking to Kangin, an alcohol-induced courage burning in the pit of his stomach.

Kyuhyun frowned slightly. “Are you sure this is a good idea, hyung?” he muttered softly, his eyes gliding over to Heechul; the older man shrugged.

“Well, neither one was going to say anything on their own. Someone had to do something.”

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Jongwoon looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder and his cheeks immediately turned red when he saw that it was Ryeowook.

“Uh, um, uh…hi,” he mumbled lamely, staring to the big brown eyes that were staring right back up at him.

Ryeowook let out a giggle, his hand dropping back down to his side. “You’re my prince!” he chirped out.

Jongwoon turned a deeper red, taking a step back and trying to force air into his lungs (which seemed to have stopped working, along with his heart and his brain). All of a sudden, he felt the back of his knees hit the arm of the sofa; he wobbled for a second before his back hit the cushions and he watched in mild horror as Ryeowook, who was giggling happily, came toppling down onto his chest after him. The younger man kept giggling but tucked his face into Jongwoon’s chest to muffle his laughter.

“My prince, my prince!” he repeated, his thin fingers that Jongwoon so loved fluttering over the older man’s sides before going limp as his eyes started to droop. “I’m tiiiired,” he mumbled, letting his eyes slip shut as his breathing slowed and evened out.

Jongwoon didn’t dare breathe. He knew everyone was staring at them and he heard Heechul laughing somewhere and a quiet murmur had broken out throughout the room, but he was so utterly focused on the man on top of him that he couldn’t hear any of the words floating around him.

I’m his prince. I’m his prince. I’m his prince. He likes me. I’m his prince! He likes me!

Without realizing it, the one hand that wasn’t squished between his side and the sofa cushions had come up to rest lightly on Ryeowook’s back and a goofy smile had overtaken his face. The smile faded when his ears finally came back to life and he heard the teasing.

“Jongwoon and Ryeowook sitting in a tree—”

“Finally found yourself a boyfriend—”

“Good going, Jongwoon!”

“—Only together for five minutes and they’re already ‘sleeping’ together—You go, Jongwoon!—”

He heard whistling and laughing and he was suddenly mortified to be there with the man he quite possibly loved lying on his chest in the middle of the party. He wanted to punch his friends. He wanted to pick Ryeowook up and carry him somewhere quiet, somewhere nice and comfortable where he could sleep in peace, but moving might wake the barista up and he hated the idea of waking him up when he looked so much like a little angel. He instead focused his attention on the sleeping man, his cheeks burning red, studying the way his eyes flickered under closed lids with his dreams and the way he slept with his lips just slightly parted, blowing out soft puffs of air every once in a while.

All of a sudden, they weren’t at a party. There wasn’t any music or people or gossiping or teasing. Just him and Ryeowook, just the two of them, alone, and Jongwoon smiled as he let his own eyes flutter shut, his fingers curling protectively around the younger’s waist.

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By the time Jongwoon woke up, it was morning and everyone else had already found their way home. His right arm had fallen asleep and his neck hurt from the odd position he’d kept it in all night, but none of that mattered when he saw Ryeowook sleeping peacefully on his chest. He gently ran his hand up and down the younger’s back, smiling softly. He hated Heechul’s parties most of the time, but he was overjoyed with how this particular party had turned out.

Ryeowook stirred a few minutes later, mumbling something about how his head was pounding as he pried open his eyes; when he finally remembered where, exactly, he was, his cheeks flushed bright red.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Jongwoon—um, I didn’t—”

Jongwoon laughed softly, his fingers floating up to twist in Ryeowook’s hair and immediately relaxing the younger. “Hey, it’s fine. Did you mean it, what you said last night?”

Ryeowook’s cheeks turned the color of overripe tomatoes. He nodded slowly.

“Me too. I mean, I like you too,” Jongwoon whispered.

The younger’s heart nearly stopped and he was still for a moment before a wide smile broke out across his face and he giggled.

“I’m going to have to start coming to more of these parties,” he said lightheartedly, then pressed his lips gently against Jongwoon’s, something he’d been wanting to do for a very, very long time.

They pulled apart when a pillow whacked Ryeowook in the back of the head, causing him to lurch forward and bump his forehead against Jongwoon’s. They both groaned, looking up to see what had happened.

“Get a room, you two. One not in my apartment.” Heechul rolled his eyes, mumbling about ‘kids these days’ and heading toward the kitchen to find something to eat.

Ryeowook quickly scrambled to his feet, helping Jongwoon up off the couch. They stood there in silence, staring at each other, before the older smiled.

“Come to my place?”

Ryeowook slipped his hand into the other’s a matching smile jumping to his lips.

“Anytime.”