Wrong number... Oops? ♡ Han Jisung

~10~

Bold is Jisung's POV

I do hope I'm not making the wrong choice in telling her how much she means to me and how I'm 70% sure I like her. I didn't have a career of writing lyrics for nothing. I'm about to rap my confession because of how nervous I am. Luckily, her reassurance and even as simple as touching me makes my nerves go away even for a second.

++FLASHBACK(to like 5 minutes ago)++

"You're my dork," Yuna whispers into my ear.

*WindowsShutDownEffect.mp3 plays*

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Does she know what she's doing to me? She better, because if she didn't, she would be my dream woman. Even better than Minho as a woman. If he was a woman, I wouldn't even hesitate. BUT LIKE YUNA OH MY GOD. She better fucking know, I'd be fucked up if she continued this.

A wave was flashing into my view, I was zoned out. Oh shit.

"Yuna. Follow." I walk straight to my room, which I cleaned because I felt like she would judge my messiness. Even if the whole world didn't know how much of a brat I was for not cleaning my room 6 years ago. "Yuna only." I look back and see 3 of the guys standing, ready to hear what I have to say, I don't even know what I'm going to say.

++PRESENT TIME++

"Hype me up, Yuna." He orders trying to spit out what he wants to say

"You got this, Sung. I'm rooting for you and to hear whatever you have to say. Fighting!" I cheer, coincidently hyping myself up.

"Sung?" He asks about the nickname I started calling him today

"Yeah, just seems natural to tell you that. I've never called you that before so it's weird to me too." I chuckle awkwardly

"I think it's cute. Just don't let Seungmin get called that, I won't let you." He laughs, his nerves. they're gone. Yay.

"I call him Min, so we're good. You're my only Sung." I smile

"Okay, back on topic. Since I'm less nervous." He chuckles, aw man.

"I'm always cheering you on!" I hold my fists up to show a silent Fighting!

He takes deep breaths before spitting out a whole 3racha song. Maybe Wow but I'm not a Noona. "Kim Yuna, I've been meaning to tell you this since a week ago. The more and more(by Twice) I'm with You makes me realize how much I need to say this. I'm not 100% sure about this but I need to tell you before the rest do- mainly because they can't keep their mouths shut. Except for Chan. I like you, Yuna. Like actually. I'm not joking at all, I like you like the kdramas. Like the animes that fill my heart with less love than being with you. If you already knew this, I would kill Hyunjin for telling you. But if you don't, I'm absolutely enamored by you. I'm not sure how you would take this, even if you believe that you're favorite kpop idol is confessing to you, I just really wanted to get this off my chest and tell you how much you mean to me. I hope you don't hate me no-" I interrupt him with a kiss. A simple peck to have him shut up.

"what." He asks in the most baby girl way

"I'm sorry, I had no control over my body for a second. I just was trying to piece every word together." I quickly say before I'm the one who ruins this moment.