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warnings: domestic animals. tags: established relationship. christmas stuff. wc: 869

this has been in my drafts since dec 2023 and I realized it was collecting dust so I wanted to just roll up my sleeves and finish it so... here you go!

[a little thing called bad timing] Everyone knows that Seungcheol is a dog person -- you most of all. There's not a day that goes by without him turning his phone to face you with Kkuma's adorableness on the screen, sent to him by his parents. Of course, you love those pictures. Kkuma is an angel, and if you were the jealous type, you'd probably be wary of just how much Seungcheol pampers her, but luckily, you're not. In fact, you absolutely understand his behaviour. Before your family's cat passed away when you were younger, you're pretty sure you took about a million pictures of her just... existing.

That said, when Seungcheol not-so-subtly hinted that he wanted a dog last Christmas, you had to let him down easy. Your apartment at the time wasn't pet friendly, and you honestly weren't in a place financially to support a puppy with the love and attention one would deserve. Seungcheol's pout back then almost broke your heart, but he knew you were right, especially when you said you couldn't afford a cat, either, even if you wanted one.

This year, though, you moved to a new building together -- where pet allowance wasn't a choosing factor, but an added bonus -- with much more space in your apartment. And earlier this fall, you got the promotion you've been gunning for since you got your new job.

Which leads you to now. Everyone knows Seungcheol is a dog person. Everyone also knows you're a cat person. But the adorable black and white puppy in your arms has completely won you over with its yips and jumps, the way it climbs straight into your lap when you sit down, and its adorably glimmering eyes. A friend of a friend's dog had puppies, and when they asked if you knew anyone interested, you thought of your own glimmery-eyed partner. It was about time.

There are still quite a few days until Christmas, but you're sure that if Seungcheol had a choice, he'd want to meet this precious pup sooner than later. You were lucky that Seungcheol told you he had to stay later at work today, meaning you could pick up the puppy from your friend and acclimatize her to your apartment before he comes home. You've been spending the time decorating, as well, and you consider the tinsel in your hand for a second.

"Hey girl," you say, crouching down and scratching your new puppy's head. "How do you feel about wearing a little gift-wrap bow?"

She doesn't answer, of course, because she's a dog, but you chuckle at the adorable tilt of her head anyway.

"Yeah, I agree. Too cheesy."

The familiar sound of the front door getting unlocked makes you lift your head. "Oh, he's here." You lift your finger to your lips in a shush even though the puppy obviously has no idea what that means, and you scoop her into your arms.

From where you're standing in the kitchen area, the front door is just around a corner and out of sight. One more time, you give the puppy a conspiratorial grin before peeking just your head around the corner.

"Welcome home--"

"Hey, I'm back--"

Your jaw drops as you take in your boyfriend, or rather, the crate he's poorly hiding behind his legs, and the giant, shiny red bow stuck to the top of it.

Seungcheol smiles the way he always does when he comes home and sees you. "What are you doing hiding back there? C'mere, I got something for you."

You don't budge. "Is that...?"

Understanding that you aren't coming closer, Seungcheol just chuckles and brings the crate out in front of him. The front grate reveals a fluffy, orange kitten behind it.

You gasp. "You didn't!"

He shrugs. "I thought, since you've been missing your childhood cat recently, and we got this new apartment..."

"Cheol, I..."

"Did I read it wrong?" Seungcheol's eyes shine with worry and doubt. When you can't find the words to explain yourself, he continues. "I'm sorry. I should've asked, I know. Minghao knew somebody looking for homes for kittens and I just thought about how much you like Wonwoo's cats and--"

The puppy in your arms has finally had enough of hiding, and she barks, hopping to the ground. She trots over to Seungcheol to thoroughly investigate the shoes he's yet to take off.

"Oh," he says simply, eyes wide at the surprise house guest. "Oh!" Carefully, he sets the crate on the bench you have next to the door, out of reach of the excited puppy. He crouches down and pets her with both hands. "Hello," he coos. "Aren't you precious?"

Your heart warms at the sight, especially when the kitten curiously paws at the door of the crate instead of cowering away at the sound of a dog.

Seungcheol looks up at you, delighted. "Who's this?"

Just like he did when you asked him about the kitten, you shrug. "Merry Christmas?"

He must've suspected as much. His smile widens as he stands, and he holds his arm out for you to come to his side. You wrap your arms around him and giggle when he presses a hundred kisses to your cheek, while the puppy bounces in excitement at your feet.

"Seungcheoool," you whine, though to say you don't like his attention would be a total lie.

His smile widens until his eyes become your favourite crescent moons, and he locks his hands together behind you. "You know," he teases with a playful tilt of his head. "I've always dreamed of having twins."

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One of the prettiest things about Wonwoo is the meaning of his name. "won" generally means "round" and "woo" means "to help, to assist". All together it comes out in "to live by helping out with a rounded heart". And this is what I feel describes him in the simplest way right? Anyone can say all he wants is to be gentle. To be gentle while talking, to be gentle while doing something, to be gentle while loving, to be gentle while living. A round heart where there are no corners to leave anything out or forget or leave behind. Everything revolves inside it, inside him. He remembers everything, he looks after everything just so you know you're never alone. The people around him and the people he loves are never alone. He's always looking after, guiding, comforting, paying attention, and doing the biggest help as subtly and humbly as possible. Sometimes it's not even noticeable with the bear eyes but he's always there. And since he is not just an ordinary person- this helps, his way of living helps; helps us, helps others to live.

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Hi! 💖 i wanna request fluff 1 and/or 4 with Wonwoo if you’d like 🙇🏻‍♀️💖 love your works btw @svtficsarchive

hey~ here you go lovely, thank you for requesting ♡ @svtficsarchive

Wonwoo (SVT) | Being held after a long day & Comfortable silence fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader

There are many looks in Wonwoo’s eyes that you’ve learned to recognize and read. It’s an essential skill for whenever he’s not feeling like talking or when he’s trying to hide his feelings. He always rolls his eyes, fondly, when you know what he wants to say before he opens his mouth just by one look at him. Of course there are still many that you haven’t cracked yet, but that’s what the rest of your life is for. The one he’s wearing right now though, that one melts your heart.

You extend your hand towards him and he leans into your touch while he joins you on the bed. Fresh from the shower, he smells and looks like a dream. And a little silly with his glasses half-fogged. His cheek is warm against your skin. He turns his head enough to kiss your palm. His eyes are barely opened, which isn’t surprising. You refuse to check the clock - and you don’t need to. You know ‘today’ has already turned into ‘tomorrow’.

He noses his way closer, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your arm. It sends shivers down your spine. A pleasant feeling that has your mind dissolving like cotton candy. Only a little more and you’ll be able to sleep with your lover by your side. Wonwoo crawls over your body until he can finally let his own cover you like a weighted blanket. He lies his head on your chest, right above your heart. Your hand finds its way into his hair while you let the other rest on his back, a gentle reminder that you’re there. Only then does he sigh in relief.

It’s hard to tell if he’s melting into you or you’re melting into him, the heat between your bodies growing with each second. He’s still radiating warmth from the shower and you throw a blanket over both of you to trap it in. You pull it down just enough to leave half of his face out, for which he thanks you with a quiet hum.

Wonwoo’s reluctance to so much as take off his glasses makes it obvious he’s not leaving the bed anymore, and so you do it for him. He’s pliant, easily following your unspoken directions so you can slide the glasses off. Your body is stretched to its limit as you put the item on the bedside table and turn off the light. Settling back into a comfortable position with your boyfriend on top of you, you smile in the darkness. 

His hair flows like silk between your fingers, almost completely dry now. You’re not sure if he’s awake or not, his breathing completely even and slow. If he’s already sleeping, you don’t want to wake him up. There are no words needed anyway. You could bask in the bliss of the rare moment when Wonwoo is seeking out comfort from you forever.

As you continue gently playing with his hair, however, you feel his hands move over your waist and sides. He returns your affection lazily, careful not to tickle you. He slowly rubs more warmth into your body. And it turns even your bones into a putty. You chuckle quietly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He returns the gesture, leaving a kiss where he can hear your heartbeat the clearest.

He adjusts his position so you’re both laying on your sides, but he never moves too far away. Finally he can hold you back. You feel him smile against your skin and your heart flutters. He nudges his head against your shoulder and you take the hint to return to playing with his hair, just like he caresses your back under your shirt. 

And slowly, without either of you noticing, you drift off to sleep - still intertwined.

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YK ITS A GOOD DAY WHEN RAI POSTS 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

the rollercoaster of emotions ah we’re so back, i don’t like you for bringing han in this /j now im rooting for oc and han too 😭

wonu and oc needs to come to their senses asap or ill lose my mind, you write so well im always so happy to read your fics!!! can’t wait for the next chapter tysm for writing this!!! 💓

Ruined | sibilance. 2

synopsis ➳ you are trying hard to move on from him. you thought it would be easy but you should have remembered. never underestimate jeon wonwoo.

pairing ➳ lawyer fem!reader x rich badboy!wonwoo

genre ➳ smut, slight angst, good girl bad boy trope ig

word count ➳ 4.7k

warnings ➳ drunk pi cheolin shenanigans, cursing, wonwoo being a toxic ex, jeonghan being a flirt, pussy eating, heavy makeouts, reader slaps wonwoo.

Chapter 1

The cold night air kisses your heated face, leaving behind a soothing feeling that you close your eyes and savour. 

From behind you, inside the restaurant, your colleagues continue chatting and laughing in loud voices, Mr. Pi's voice coming through particularly loud. As much as you enjoy having a drink or two with them after work, the noise was getting too much so currently, you are out here, getting some fresh air.

A figure moves beside you, catching your attention and you look to your left to see Jeonghan standing, a packet of cigarettes in his hand from which he pulls out one and puts it between his lips.

As he fishes into his pocket for something— a lighter you assume, his eyes meet yours and they flash with excitement as a smile kisses his lips. "Hey there. So you were here. I was wondering where you went to."

You laugh softly, crossing your arms over your chest to hide your naked fingers from the cold. "Yep, had to take a break from Mr. Pi's chatter."

Jeonghan laughs, sneaking a glance at your boss through the window of the restaurant and shaking his head. "Oh my god, he is a character isn't he?" You notice him slowly putting the cigarette he took out back in its home. 

"I know right," you nod. "By the way," you jut your chin to the poison stick. "Don't stop on my account."

"Ah," he looks down at the packet in his hand and with a smile starts playing with it, moving it between his long, bony fingers. "Nah, I'm trying to quit anyway. And since I'm in the presence of a lady, I should not smoke." He flashes you a lovely grin, the usual teasing present in his voice. 

Classic Jeonghan. 

You shake your head in amusement, your eyes once again shifting to the packet in his hand. 

Wonwoo used to smoke. 

You begged him to stop, especially after seeing the harsh fit of coughs he would suffer from. 

Gosh, it has been almost a month since you last saw him. How is he doing? Has he gone back to smoking? 

Fuck, why do you still care so much?

“If you are really trying to quit, try keeping some lollipops with you,” you offer, giving him the same advice you gave Wonwoo. The man nods and hums thoughtfully but before he can reply, the conversation is interrupted by a sudden commotion. You both whip your head behind to see your three other colleagues supporting your drunk boss by holding him up as they step out of the restaurant, sighing and coaxing the intoxicated man to listen to them. He doesn’t. Instead, Mr. Pi sags lower, singing at the top of his lungs, “Chunsun-ie Chunsun-ie, my dear Chunsun-ie…” You cringe, shaking your head at him mentioning his ex for the hundredth time. 

Jeonghan rushes over, pulling the older man to his feet, “Oh dear, Mr. Pi, you are wasted, aren’t you? Let’s get you a cab.”

The man lifts him, easing the burden on your other colleagues who sigh and take a moment to catch their breath. Jeonghan, along with a few others, supports Mr. Pi to keep him standing and hails him a cab while a junior colleague walks to you to hand your purse that you left at your seat. 

As a colleague stands at the edge of the pavement, looking for a cab, your drunk boss tries to stand on his own even though his body keeps leaning from side to side. “You!” He points at you with a sudden burst of energy, making you jolt. “My most hardworking, most efficient employee!”

Oh boy.

“You get all the pretty boys, no?” He chuckles. “First the Chairman’s son and now our dear Mr. Yoon!” He hiccups, falling over to Jeoghnan’s side who catches him and flashes a rather amused smile at you.

You tuck your chin low and rub your temples out of embarrassment.

The older man continues, even louder this time, “You chose well! Our Mr. Yoon is a great man! The star of our firm! You guys would be— what do the kids call it these days?” He stops and furrows his brows, concentrating. “Oh, right, a power couple!” He chuckles some more.

“We would be,” Jeonghan humours him, throwing a wink at you. “You are so right, Mr. Pi. Oh look, your cab is here…”

You watch everyone help the boss into the cab and bid him farewell before heaving out a collective sigh of relief and saying their goodbyes. Then once again, silence settles and it is only you and Jeonghan.

His gaze locks with yours and he bursts out laughing. Soon, you follow, a pearl of laughter bubbling up from deep within your belly, so loud and free that you feel a tear form in your eye.

It has been a while since you have laughed like this. After ending things with Wonwoo, you had been feeling low, growing unsure about everything. Then, earlier this week, on Monday, showed up Yoon Jeonghan, a legend at your law firm who was at the Japan branch for the past two years. Charismatic, handsome and smart, Yoon Jeonghan is the perfect package, a natural scene stealer who brought joy to everyone in the office.

You are impressed by him, like everyone else and you consider it a blessing that you are working closely with him. His wits and tenacity were often talked about at the office and you always wondered how he would be as a person.

You were not disappointed.

“He is hilarious.” Jeonghan shakes his head, catching his breath after his laughs die down. You nod, still grinning. 

A silence settles as you two start walking side by side. Jeonghan’s warmth next to you is ever prevalent, as you two walk in tandem, the sound of your steps on the concrete in symphony. Sometimes, his arm brushes with yours and you take subtle peeks at his face to see if it was an accident. You find no answers in his visage.

“What do you think of that?” He voices after a long break of silence.

“About what?” You push up your glasses, looking at him. 

“Us, being a power couple.”

You flush, quickly averting your gaze, and pulling your muffler up to cover your chin. “Well, by power couple if you mean partners fighting crime then sure, I would love to.”

“But not romantically?” There is that familiar hint of tease in his voice.

You neither reply nor meet his gaze, focusing on the patterns of the asphalt decorating the pavement. 

Jeonghan sighs loudly. “Is it about the boy Mr. Pi mentioned? The chairman’s son?”

“Yes.” Your reply is short.

“Lucky guy,” he whistles. “Should have done better.”

You stop in your tracks to face the man next to you. “Mr. Yoon, are you flirting with me?” You raise a brow.

“Took you a while to figure that out, no?” He grins, his smile flirtier than ever. “Also, I told you not to call me that. Jeonghan is fine.”

The smile of amusement creeping up on your lips is hard to resist so you bite down on your bottom lip, searching for words to say.

You decide it is best to be frank and straightforward from the get-go. “I was in a…casual relationship with him. I’m not making that mistake again. I need someone serious.” You explain.

“And you think I’m not serious?” Jeonghan challenges, leaning closer to you.

You open your mouth to reply but shut it immediately when a familiar figure appears in your peripheral vision. Your eyes trace the figure and your heart sinks when you realise who it is.

Wonwoo.

On the other side of the road, in front of the large convenience store, stands Wonwoo. The hoodie and the long coat he is wearing cover most of his frame and you might have not noticed him if it were not for the piercing gaze trained at you. 

He stands there, still as a statue, the lights of the convenience store behind him casting weird shadows on his face that do not take away the slightest of his beauty.

What are the chances?

Your heart is galloping.

Frozen in your place, your hands clench into tight fists as the tiny, rational part in your brain screams at you to walk away right now. 

Beside you, Jeonghan notices the shift and follows your gaze, looking at Wonwoo, who has now taken notice of the man next to you. Even from a distance, you can see the look in his eyes change as they become sharper and darker, focusing intently on Jeonghan. You know that look far too well. 

The look of violence.

Suddenly, you find the strength to move your legs. Prying your gaze off of him, you look at your colleague and speak as calmly as possible. “Mr. Yoon, let’s get a cab from the next block. Come on.” 

You take brisk steps ahead, not sparing another glance at Wonwoo. Jeonghan follows you and thankfully does not ask any questions.

—

Your hands stroke the top of his head, fingers combing through his soft fluffy hair in soothing patterns. His face remains pressed at your core, comfortably fitting between your legs as you lie on your back on your bed. A particular harsh suck on your core have you throwing your head back in pleasure, a long drawn out moan escaping your lips. 

He raises his head to look at you, a lazy, lustful shine sparkling in his gaze that has your heart and pussy throbbing. Your wetness coats his lips and chin, evoking a deep depravity within you. 

“Please.” You whisper.

“What do you want, princess?” He hums, the rich velvet of his voice wrapping around you luxuriously.

“M-make me come, please.”

“As you wish.” He flashes that dashing smirk of his, making you swoon.

His index and middle fingers slide inside you again, nestled between your tight walls. He curls his fingers, hitting that sensitive spot hidden inside you while his thumb brushes over your clit gently, making your whole body shiver.

“Fuck…” You pant, eyes squeezed shut, fingers gripping the bedsheets in an unrelenting hold. 

“You like it?” He coos.

You eagerly nod your head.

Wonwoo leans closer to your face his breath fanning your ear as whispers, “Say it. Say how good I make you feel.” His thumb presses into your hard bud, making you squeal.

“I love it! I love your fingers inside me!”

“Yeah?” A harsh breath falls from his lips, his heated eyes boring into you. “You like this?” His fingers pick up pace, moving so swiftly inside your walls, that the coil in your belly is about to snap any moment. You climb and climb, body taut and awaiting the sweet orgasm you can taste until…

You wake up in a cold sweat.

Disoriented, you look around and find yourself in your bed, still dressed in your work clothes.

Fuck, you came home and slept right away only to see that man haunt your dreams too.

You swallow, hands clutching the material of your bedsheet when you realise you are drenched through your underwear. 

Fuck, Jeon Wonwoo. Why can’t you just leave me alone?

—

You are back at Jeon Industries for a meeting with the chairman. 

The entire meeting room is crowded with the members of the legal team, all gathered to be briefed about the upcoming joint venture between Jeon Industries and a foreign company so that the legal documents can be prepared. 

The people are in especially high spirits today because Jeonghan has joined the team. A member of the legal team recently quit and Mr. Pi had Jeonghan take his place immediately, saying that he is the perfect fit. 

He controls the attention of the room as everyone gathers around him to hear about his adventures overseas with rapt fascination. You watch from your seat with amusement, occasionally taking sips of your coffee and listening to his story. 

You did not have a good sleep last night and the previous two nights, for obvious reasons. Meeting Wonwoo randomly on the street while returning home from having drinks to end the week was not on your bingo card. What bothers you is how much that small meeting has affected you. Why are you still sitting here, thinking about him? Was obsessing over him the entire weekend not enough?

Ugh.

You drag your palm across your face out of frustration when the door to the room opens and the chatter dies down, followed by respectful greetings. 

Chairman Jeon enters, followed by his secretary, nodding and murmuring a greeting. As you all take your seats— Jeonghan next to you, the door opens again and this time, Wonwoo saunters in. 

A sudden jolt of anxiety flashes from your head to toe as you feel your limbs grow heavy and unresponsive. Only your eyes move, following his every movement with trepidation. 

The chairman appears surprised upon his son’s arrival and you notice the apprehension in his gaze too. “I did not know you were coming.” He says curtly.

The atmosphere is charged, everyone in the room collectively holding their breath as if waiting for something to happen, except Jeonghan, of course, who looks between the father and son with inquisitiveness.

Wonwoo, after long moments of glaring at his father, casually pulls a chair and sits down on the other side of the table, a little to the right. “Go on, continue with your meeting. I’m here to merely observe.” He says, his eyes trained on you.

The chairman’s assistant starts the presentation but you fail to process much of what he is saying. All thanks to Wonwoo’s intense glare that is fixed on you, giving you goosebumps as little beads of perspiration form on your neck. Unable to resist yourself, you sneak glances at him and each time, it steals your breath away.

He does not blink. He does not move.

His eyes are filled with emotions, appearing sharper and deeper than usual which makes your breath stutter. You imagine this is how a wolf looks like to a deer about to become prey. You always thought Wonwoo resembles a wolf, in more ways than one.

Wait, what was this meeting about, again?

Fuck, you may pass out at this point.

Thankfully, Jeonghan breaks your train of thought by asking for your attention on a note he made on his laptop, pushing the screen of the device at such an angle that it interrupts your clear vision of Wonwoo. You gladly welcome the distraction, trying your very best to divert your attention to what your colleague is saying and pushing your chair back just a tad bit so that your peripheral view of Wonwoo is completely blocked.

The meeting ends sooner than expected, much to your relief.

While Chairman Jeon talks to Jeonghan, the other members clear out of the room, except Wonwoo, of course, who stands on the other side of the table, carefully looking at your direction. You try to ignore him to the best of your ability which is futile, honestly because there is no way your body can not feel his scalding gaze.

“It is a pleasure to have you with us.” The chairman says, shaking your colleague's hand. “I have heard great things about you from your boss.”

“Trust me, the honour is mine.” Jeoghan smiles, bright and friendly, the skin around his eyes crinkling. The morning light peers into the room from the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting beautifully on his blond hair and casting an almost angelic glow around him. 

“We also have you on our team,” The chairman nods in your direction and you stand up straighter and push your glasses over the bridge of your nose. “She is a very diligent employee of mine. With you two on board, I’m sure I won’t have much to worry about.”

“Rest assured, sir,” Jeonghan promises. 

As the chairman walks out of the room with his secretary on his tail, he stops on the way, saying something to Wonwoo that you cannot decipher. Like always, their conversation appears tense and judging from the expression on Wonwoo’s face you can tell it is nothing pleasant. Wonwoo dismissively walks past his father and towards where you and Jeonghan stand, earning a glare from the older man before he takes his leave.

As Wonwoo approaches nearer, you chew on your lower lip, rubbing your sweaty palms behind your back as you think of a way to excuse yourself.

Jeonghan initiates the conversation by extending his hand. “Mister Jeon Wonwoo, a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Yoon Jeonghan.”

Wonwoo looks at his hand and then his face before gazing at his hand again with a bored expression as he makes no move to remove his hand from his coat pocket. For one too many horrible seconds, you are terrified Wonwoo will not shake his hand as you watch with bated breath. Jeonghan keeps his arm extended, sporting a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes but instead indicates a hint of challenge.

You feel like you are about to pass out when finally Wonwoo shakes his hand, making you heave a small sigh of relief.

“If you are facing any trouble or concerns, feel free to contact me anytime,” Jeonghan says, fishing out his card from his wallet and handing it to Wonwoo. He holds it between his index finger and thumb and observes it for a while before meeting your colleague’s gaze. “Hm, interesting. Are you implying something, Mr Yoon?”

Oh boy, you don’t like this tone.

Before Jeonghan can reply, you insert yourself between the two men and look at him, “Mr Yoon, we are getting late for office. Let’s go.” 

“You are too mean,” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through, his fox-like eyes trained on you with an intensity that makes every other thought in your brain slip away. “I understand that we agreed not to…see each other but you are straight up ignoring me. I am hurt.” His tone is light, almost playful, maybe even sarcastic, a complete juxtaposition to the fiery look in his eyes, his gaze ignited with accusation and some loathing.

You wrack your brain for an answer and end up futile, only getting lost in his hypnotic stare that somehow sucks you into a completely different dimension, transcending time and space where it is only you and him and the haunting memories.

A sudden, loud tune echoes through the room, jolting you back into your senses as you look behind to see Jeonghan fishing his phone out of his pocket.

“I have to take this. You go on without me.” The man explains, walking a few feet away from you to attend the call. You take that chance, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you brush past Wonwoo, not even glancing at him and making a beeline down the hallway.

You make it to the elevator, securing yourself inside it and as the doors are about to close, a foot sticks through them, making you shriek and step back.

The doors reopen and Wonwoo casually walks in with his hands in his pockets. As he presses the button and the doors close, you move as far away from him as possible, gathering yourself to a corner and looking down, trying to make yourself as small and invisible as possible.

A pathetic attempt, honestly.

As the elevator slowly starts descending from the twentieth floor, Wonwoo's deep voice cuts through the silence. He utters your name softly, wreaking havoc both in your mind and your body as you feel your knees tremble. 

You are fucked.

Carefully, you look up to see Wonwoo standing in front of you, too close for your liking, his large build towering over your frame. He takes a step closer as you instinctively press yourself against the wall despite knowing there is no place left to go. His eyes, dark and breathtaking, pierce through you, appearing calm but turbulent at the same time.

You feel hot all over, your heart galloping stronger than a racehorse, your legs trembling, your fingertips itching to touch his face and trace the hard lines while also wanting to turn into the air and dissipate. “Wonwoo…” You whisper, a breath of a sound really, so quiet it is almost inaudible even to yourself.

The next moment, Wonwoo smashes his lips with yours. As if you calling his name was a trigger.

You are pressed flat against the elevator wall as Wonwoo’s entire body envelops yours in an addictive sense of comfort. Your tongue tangles with his, tasting the familiar and addictive taste of him after so long. His presence, his scent, his hold, his taste— everything is like a balm to your agonised soul as you feel yourself sinking deeper into his touch.

Until you remember everything that happened and the promise you made to yourself.

Until you realise…you are kissing him back.

Your hands suddenly move on their own accord and mustering all your strength, you push him hard on his chest, shoving him away from you as if you have been electrocuted. You pant, harsh, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, inhaling lungfuls of air and then, without thinking, you strike him across the face.

The slap rings through the silence which suddenly amplifies when you realise what just happened. Wonwoo slowly looks at you, his hand reaching up to touch his smarting cheek, an impassive look settling in his eyes. There is a hint of a smirk on his lips but it is unlike his usual one as he scoffs with a subtle tilt of his head. His eyes glimmer with betrayal but along with that, there is that unmissable spark of arrogance that matches the cocky twist of his lips— like he was amused by the kiss you two shared.

You almost want to smack him again but there is guilt blooming in your chest, freezing your hands.

You kissed him back, right? It was not entirely his fault.

Before you can say something— explain or apologize, the doors open and Wonwoo is gone like a swift spring breeze. 

You are still huddled in a corner, your hand over your heart, trying to calm the erratic beats as unshed tears blur your vision.

—

1 WEEK LATER

You take the private elevator down with Jeonghan after finishing the early morning meeting at Jeon Industries' head office. The contract has been successfully prepared and reviewed by the chairman so a huge burden is off your shoulders, yet you are more unnerved than ever.

You heard a rumour going around the members of the legal team this morning.

Apparently, Wonwoo has joined the company, not as the president or vice president but as a junior employee of the marketing team. Word on the street says that the Chairman has ordered him to work there for three months to prove himself before he gets a chance to take over the company.

It sounds like a bunch of nonsense to you. The Wonwoo you know would never do that. He hated the idea of working at his father's company. He always treated it as only his father’s, not something he could inherit or lead in the future. 

“Do you think the gossip is true?” You find yourself asking as you stand next to the elevator.

The blond haired man turns his head to look at you. “About the Chairman’s son working here?”

You nod your head, staring at the floor.

“Who knows,” he hums. “You are a lawyer. You should only believe in facts, you know.” He playfully shoves you with his shoulder making you smile softly.

Right.

The doors open and you walk out along with Jeonghan into the lobby. It is a little past nine and the floor is still crowded with people clocking in for work. As you navigate your way through the crowd, you are forced to stop in your tracks when you see someone approaching from the other side.

It is none other than Wonwoo. 

He is dressed formally; in a baby blue shirt covered by a navy blue suit and pants, paired with a steel framed glasses that do nothing to diffuse the sharpness of his gaze. With his hair slightly shorter than before and falling over his forehead like a curtain, he appears more boyish and approachable, a stark contrast to the image of him you are used to.

And as you dreaded, he does not miss you amidst the crowd, his eyes locking with yours as you inhale sharply.

With a sickly sweet smile, he walks closer to where you stand and you instinctively try to hide yourself behind Jeonghan in a stupid attempt to avoid him.

“The gossip turned out to be true, huh?” Jeonghan begins the conversation as Wonwoo stands in front of the two of you.

Avoiding eye contact with Wonwoo, you observe his outfit, noticing the messenger bag slinging from his shoulder and the cardboard carrier holding four coffees in the other. 

He is really playing his part, huh.

Wonwoo chuckles. “It seems so, Mr. Yoon.” Then, he tilts his head to look at you, “Guess we will be bumping into each other every now and then, Miss Lawful.”

Miss Lawful?

You look away, the vivid memories of the kiss you shared last week suddenly flooding your mind. 

Sensing the tension, Jeonghan attempts to diffuse it and looking at you, he says. “Let’s get going, shall we? We have a meeting.”

“Hold it, blondie, I am not done talking to her.” Wonwoo snaps.

What?

A shiver runs down your spine as you gape at him, your jaw slack at his brazen attitude. It is like a glimpse into the old Wonwoo masked beneath this new attire. 

He did not just call Jeonghan that.

You know your colleague and you are well aware that he isn’t someone to back down or take insults lightly, which means this could very well turn into a fight right here. So, with all your might, you grip his arm and look into his eyes, hoping he sees the helplessness in yours. “Mr. Yoon, could you please wait outside for me? Please.”

The man clearly wants to say more but instead, he just nods and pats your arm. Looking at Wonwoo, who is glaring at him, he flashes a charming smile which is undoubtedly fake before walking away.

A small sigh falls from your lips.

“What is wrong with you? What are you doing here like this? What do you want?” You hiss under your breath, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.

Wonwoo smirks. “So many questions you have. I am afraid I won’t answer them.”

You grit your teeth. “That is fine. As long as you mind your own business, we are fine, Wonwoo. Besides, you never wanted to work here. I doubt you’ll be here for long.”

Wonwoo grins. “That is where you are wrong. People change, you know.”

“Right.”

“Like you did.” Wonwoo continues, leaning slightly closer to you. “Do you enjoy fucking him? Do you imagine me when you are with him?”

Absolutely stunned and slack-jawed, you blink at him, almost not believing he just said that. 

You are hurt and angry at the same time. Conflicted about what to do with the emotions rushing through you, you look up at the high ceilings and take a deep breath, tightly gripping the handle of your bag as you try to summon some strength. “Mr. Jeon Wonwoo,” you start, “We are in a professional setting. Do not cross your lines.”

The man scoffs with a roll of his eyes.

You bite your lip, hoping the pain will be a strong enough distraction. “I was going to apologize for slapping you the other day but if you keep behaving like this—”

“What will you do?” He sneers, cutting you off. “Sue me? I don’t need your apologies, ___.”

Your name on his tongue is like a forbidden word, sending shivers down your spine. It is unfair how good, how sinful it sounds and you hate how it stops your entire world, forcing you to focus only on him.

When was the last time he called you by your name?

Enough!

You sigh. “For the sake of old times, Wonwoo. Please, just stop. Let me move on.”

“Never.” It is a promise. You see it in his eyes, the way they burn, leaving a mark deep in your soul, branding you for life. “I will never let you go. Remember that.”

He walks past you, his shoulders brushing with yours.

You are ruined. 

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A/N: so that was chapter 2! we now have jeonghan to make things interesting 👀 I'd love to hear your thoughts on toxic ex wonwoo and flirty colleague jeonghan! my asks are always open so drop by! i haven't started working on chapter 3 but hopefully it will be out within the first week of december. as always, like, reblog and leave a comment. toodles! <3 (it's my bday but this is my gift to y'all, i really hope you enjoyed tehee)

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You can love him, you can hate him, but you can't ignore him | Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: You’ve been butting heads with Dr. Yoon Jeonghan since he first joined Svt Med’s neurosurgery department. But does the tension between you and Dr. Yoon simply stem from your fierce workplace rivalry, or is it something else?  Pairing: Neurosurgeon! Jeonghan x Neurosurgeon fem! reader (ft. psychiatrist! Dokyeom, cameo of Ophthalmologist! Na PD) Genre: Doctor au, workplace rivalry, hurt/ comfort, fluff Word Count: 7.74k words (help ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )) Warnings: misdiagnosis (made by dismissive doctors, and a genuine mistake by a medical resident), mental conditions and physical illnesses (dementia, hydrocephalus, brain tumors, aneurysm, narcissistic personality disorder), suggestive content (1 dirty joke), cursing, teasing, overworking oneself, misunderstandings (Jeonghan has other people’s interest at heart but the way he goes about showing it is harsh and mean.), PDA (kissing) Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. This fic contains incorrect medical information and is supposed to be taken as a work of fiction.  A/n: Inspired by Chicago med s1 ep 2 and 4. Tagging @tomodachiii 🩵. Tiny spoiler, but this fic kind of links to DK’s fic here! For the rest of the fics, return to the masterlist here. 

In all your years of existence on this planet, you’ve encountered a plethora of things and people who have infuriated you to varying degrees. 

You had a particular intolerance for washing your hands with freezing cold water during winter, people who flashed their car headlights and honked their horn for no reason, entitled people, misogynists, racists, and of course, stuck up doctors who regularly misdiagnosed patients because they carelessly and purposely dismissed their patients’ concerns. 

All things considered though, you weren’t someone who was easily irritated or prone to anger over minor issues. In fact, you built up quite the reputation for being a kind, patient, level headed surgeon in Seventeen Medical Center’s neurosurgery department. You were known to be a surgeon who could keep it together during extremely challenging surgeries, regardless of whether the surgery had taken a turn for the worse due to human error, or whether it was just one of those times when everything that could possibly go wrong did go wrong. Your colleagues often turned to you to be their mediator during disagreements over treatment plans, and you were the younger medical staff’s “go to” person for any and all questions they might have. 

Certainly these examples and your almost flawless track record were undeniable proof that you weren’t easily irritated or prone to anger. 

Or so you thought until you met the newest addition to the neurosurgery department, your newest colleague, Dr. Yoon Jeonghan. 

At first, you were thrilled to have Jeonghan in your department. He was one of the country’s best neurosurgeons, with hundreds of successful surgeries under his belt. You were familiar with the dozens of insightful journal articles he published over the years, and it was always a pleasure to read his refreshing perspectives on the latest medical breakthroughs in neurosurgery. Interestingly, despite being in the same field as him, and being invited to some of the same neurosurgery conferences, you never met Jeonghan before. So you were really looking forward to working with such an established neurosurgeon. Your excitement also increased tenfold when you heard stories about his charismatic personality, his affable demeanor, his intellect, and his dashing good looks. You had no doubt you would be able to work seamlessly with Jeonghan if he was as great as everyone else made him out to be. 

Alas, when you finally met the esteemed Dr. Yoon, all the excitement you had about working with him flew right out the window. During your first meeting with him, you already foresaw yourself coming to blows with Jeonghan. While some staff members continued to swoon over him, you were completely dumbstruck. You could still respect him as a neurosurgeon, and you weren’t blind to how attractive he was with his model-esque visuals and build. But other than that, there was just something about him you found to be insufferable and infuriating. 

Perhaps it was because you heard the story of how Jeonghan shamelessly demanded a private office and all the appliances he could ever want, or else he wouldn’t move over to Seventeen Med. Perhaps it was the way Jeonghan would dominate every single surgery conference he was called to attend, and then become visibly annoyed when no one would speak up to offer their own opinions or alternative treatment plans. Perhaps it was how harshly he treated the younger medical staff, who in your opinion, didn’t deserve most of the scoldings they were given. Jeonghan, being Jeonghan, frequently passed off his neurosurgery consults to the fellows and residents, for which they soon developed a fear of him as he had zero tolerance for mistakes. Since Jeonghan joined the hospital, there were many occasions where you had to comfort the junior doctors when they were thrown out of Jeonghan’s operation room after making a tiny mistake. 

Or perhaps it was Jeonghan’s playful, unprofessional attitude which you found so off-putting. During the times when Jeonghan wasn’t off crushing dreams or actually working, one could find him either in his large, private office lounging around while eating ramen, or sleeping. If he wasn’t in his office, then he would usually be out disturbing one of his friends from medical school, Dr. Choi Seungcheol from the Emergency Department, and Dr. Joshua Hong from the Pediatric Department, usually being his prime targets. 

Wait, and how could you forget? Perhaps Jeonghan was so infuriating and insufferable because of the way he zoned in on you since the first day he joined Seventeen Med, wordlessly deciding that you, of all people, would be the chosen one to receive all the chaos and torment he could ever unleash onto someone. You just knew something was up with him that day when you saw his eyes scan through the room, completely bored and uninterested, until they landed on you. The moment you locked eyes with him, holding his gaze, you could see a mischievous spark flicker in his eyes, his mouth curling into an almost imperceptible smirk after he gave you a once over. 

Since then, getting on your nerves seemed to be Jeonghan’s little pet project, seeing that he routinely went out of his way to annoy you. Whatever you were doing, writing charts, doing research, checking in on patients, doing surgery, resting, eating, staring blankly at the sky in the courtyard… have no fear, because Jeonghan was always near. He was unusually fond of annoying you by disrupting your concentration, rambling about something unimportant, or clicking his pen repeatedly. Then on days when he was feeling extra chaotic, he would steal some of your food, start a whole debate with you over the latest neurosurgery literature, or place his cold stethoscope against your hand. 

You tried your best to be civil with Jeonghan initially by telling him to be nicer to the younger medical staff, and gently dismissing his attempts to get a rise out of you. Unfortunately, even you had your breaking point. For some inexplicable reason, your ability to keep your cool flew out the window when it came to Jeonghan. He knew exactly what buttons to push and how to push them. Your patience was eventually stretched so thin you stopped trying to be civil with him. 

Unsurprisingly, as your dislike for Jeonghan became more evident, it seemed like he thrived off your change in attitude towards him. He took it as a challenge to see how far he could push you. As Jeonghan ramped up his antics, purposely getting into your space and your face over everything and absolutely nothing at all, you matched his challenge with just as much tenacity and ferocity. For every sarcastic quip he made, every annoying action, you ensured you paid him back accordingly. What was initially a more private rivalry between you and Jeonghan, soon became a full fledged workplace rivalry. During surgery conferences and department meetings, you both debated over who should get new cases, surgery techniques, equipment, and treatment plans. Hell, once you even debated on whose bedside manners were better. Your workplace rivalry was so fierce that it was obvious to the entire hospital. 

To everyone else, your rivalry with Jeonghan was intriguing to witness. It was rare to see you lose your cool, and it was even rarer to see someone fight with Jeonghan and keep up with his antics in the same way you did. All your bosses paid little to no attention to your rivalry, instead they encouraged it. In their opinion, your rivalry with Jeonghan never interfered with the care of the patients, and ironically, it allowed you both to work together flawlessly. You even began to assist each other on particularly difficult surgeries, because as much as you both would vehemently deny it, you respected each other’s skills. There was no one else you trusted more to have your back in surgery than Jeonghan, and vice versa. 

You, nevertheless, had to admit the whole situation with Jeonghan was incredibly infuriating, though not for all the reasons you initially thought. 

A question posed to you by a friend you were venting to one day befuddled you. She didn’t work in the hospital and was unaware of the strange dynamic you and Jeonghan developed. She took in the situation, and out of genuine concern for you, she asked, “If he’s taking things this far, why don’t you just report him to HR?”

Stumped, you found yourself unable to give her a clear answer. You waved her off, stumbling over your answer, as you tried to explain that while Jeonghan’s antics were disruptive to you, it was innocent enough as there was no malice behind them. Your friend gave you a funny look, but didn’t push you further. 

Following your exchange with your friend, you couldn’t stop thinking about her question. Why didn’t you ever report Jeonghan to HR? Disregarding the fact that you now pushed back, why didn’t you write him up before that? 

You mused over those questions, and in a sleep deprived, caffeine induced haze about a week later, you were struck with the answer.

You enjoyed your rivalry with Jeonghan. Not just that, but somewhere in the past few months, you came to enjoy the time you spent with Jeonghan, and it became something you looked forward to when you went to work. You loved to hear his quick retorts, and the shocked look on his face when you said something extra witty. You enjoyed hearing about all the unimportant things he was rambling about, because it breathed some normalcy into the fast paced life you lived. You looked forward to doing surgeries with him as he made a great surgery companion. He never made mistakes and you could always count on him to ensure the patient would come out of the surgery in much better condition than when they went in. Most of all, you loved his company. You could probably even say you were close friends by this point. Albeit distracting and annoying sometimes, Jeonghan made doing mundane, repetitive things like reading journal articles, doing ward rounds, and writing charts seem all the more interesting. You especially enjoyed the time you spent with him in his office, because you could leech off all the expensive appliances he forced the hospital to purchase for him. 

You became acutely aware of what it meant for you to enjoy Jeonghan’s company. You weren’t stupid, although you certainly felt stupid. You felt like a little girl again, becoming smitten with the person who used to poke her shoulder from behind consistently and then pretend it wasn’t them. For all the tension and already heightened feelings between you two stemming from your rivalry, you also became more acutely aware of Jeonghan. 

More specifically, the undeniable possibility Jeonghan might feel the same way you did. Jeonghan was usually so dismissive of others, yet he would always make time for you. He would wave off his closest friends, nagging at them when they even tried to glance at his expensive appliances, but with you, he acted indifferent, telling you to do whatever you wanted. While his big, brown, doe eyes would narrow calculatingly or tiredly at others, they would soften and sparkle with glee in your presence. His perfectly shaped lips were often downturned disapprovingly, but they would curl into a cheeky, tender grin when he was with you. His steady surgeon’s hands, which would point towards the door as he sternly ordered others out of his operating room, would gently wave you inside, beckoning you to come as close to him as possible. 

This revelation infuriated you even further, because in all your years of existence on this planet, no one had ever infuriated you as much as Dr. Yoon Jeonghan did. Yet, try as you might, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling in love with him. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Gingerly holding his coffee mug, Dr Lee Dokyeom, Seventeen Med’s beloved psychiatrist, carefully made his way to one of the free sofas in the doctors’ lounge. He blew slightly on the scalding liquid, before taking a much anticipated sip, savouring the taste of the bittersweet coffee. Dokyeom placed the coffee mug on the table beside him. He shut his eyes, leaning back onto the sofa to relish the feeling of sinking into the soft, plush fabric underneath him. There were others shuffling around the lounge, but he tuned out the sounds of their movements and hushed conversations. After working three consecutive shifts back to back, maybe he could finally get a moment of peace and reprieve in the doctors’ lounge. 

Slam. 

“Dokyeom?!? I still don’t understand how you can be best friends with Jeonghan.”

Dokyeom groaned at the sound of your shrill voice cutting through the peacefulness in the lounge. Peace and reprieve would have to wait. He forced himself to peel his eyes open, watching as you made your way to the coffee station to grab your own drink. Compared to the cheery mood you were in earlier in the day when he first saw you, you were obviously in an irritable mood now, probably brought on by whatever nonsense Jeonghan was up to, again. Dokyeom sighed, mentally cursing Jeonghan for being the reason his own break time was interrupted. 

You angrily stirred your drink, stomping over to plomp yourself down heavily on the armchair next to Dokyeom. Ripping off your scrub cap and kicking off your clogs, you muttered a string of curses under your breath. 

Dokyeom looked at you expectantly, “What did he do now?”

You grumbled sarcastically, “Oh you know, as always, the great Jeonghan saved lives and looked good while doing it.”

Dokyeom snorted, “I’m sure there were some who loved watching that.”

You guffawed, “I’m sure they did. I could see the hearts coming out of their eyes. It was disgusting.”

You continued, “I wish that was it, but no. The other day, we were having a really important surgery conference. The patient had a small tumor in the occipital lobe. Small tumors are easy enough to remove, but this one was sitting a little too close to the optic nerve. We needed to discuss how to remove the tumor without causing any vision loss. Just as we were getting to the important part, Jeonghan gets a page on his PDA and bolts out. Right in the middle of the conference. And he doesn’t come back. We just assumed it was an emergency down in the ED. No. It was a false alarm. When the conference was over, what do we find? Jeonghan sitting in his office watching a TV show.”

A few days ago? That was when he was set up got together with his girlfriend… Wide eyed, Dokyeom began choking on his coffee. 

Dokyeom hit his chest lightly, calming down from his coughing fit. He admitted sheepishly, “A few days ago? If you’re talking about what I think you are, sorry about that, I think it was my fault.”

You gave him a questioning look, “Okay? But that’s only part of the story. The surgery was scheduled for this morning. Jeonghan completely disregarded whatever was discussed during the conference after he left. We were going to do a partial resection of the tumor using a Neuroendoscopy because it was too risky to do a full resection. Then, Jeonghan shows up today saying we are proceeding with a full resection using MRI-guided laser ablation. He didn’t tell anyone, and went behind all of our backs to get the guardian’s consent. I know he’s the lead surgeon on the case, and surgery plans change all the time, but he could have given us a little warning. Worst of all, after the resection was done, he just walked right out. I had to finish up the surgery and deal with the many, many unhappy people in the operating theater. They always give in to whatever Jeonghan wants and then when he’s not around, they complain to me about him. I’m sick of having to deal with the fallout of Jeonghan’s actions. Do you know what it’s like having to placate people daily just because of him?”

Dokyeom chuckled, “Given you’re sitting here complaining about Jeonghan, I think I know how you feel.”

You rubbed your eyes in frustration, “Sorry, point taken. It’s really exasperating how he always does that. I swear he thinks and acts like just because he’s the best surgeon, he can do whatever he wants. One time a first year psychiatry resident asked me if Jeonghan was ever diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder.”

Dokyeom let out a snort, “First year psych residents have a tendency to be hyper aware of things which seem like symptoms of mental health conditions. Jeonghan isn’t the most subtle when it comes to flaunting his abilities, but he does not exhibit the other symptoms like the lack of empathy, manipulativeness, etc. Besides, there’s a difference between someone being cocky, and someone like Jeonghan, who is extremely self-assured and has the skills to back it up.”

Groaning, you sank further into the armchair, “I’m well-aware of that, which is what annoys me even more.” 

Dokyeom took another sip of his now, lukewarm coffee, giving you a knowing smile, “Let me guess. You’re annoyed at Jeonghan for his actions, but you’re more annoyed with yourself for not being able to get mad at him because he has the patients’ best interests at heart. And despite your rivalry, you trust Jeonghan’s judgment more than anyone else in your department.”

You draped an arm over your face, pointing at Dokyeom using your index finger to signal he was right. 

He hummed, cheekily adding on, “It also doesn’t help that you developed a big fat crush on your rival huh?”

Hearing Dokyeom’s words, you flushed, feeling the heat rush through your body. You buried your face in your hands, mumbling, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Dokyeom burst out laughing at your reaction. Although he was embarrassed about how dense he was about his crush, and now girlfriend’s, feelings towards him, he was beginning to see why Soonyoung and Seungkwan enjoyed sticking their noses in his love life. Teasing you about Jeonghan was fun. 

Just as Dokyeom turned his body to face you so he could amp up the teasing, the door chime on the doctors’ lounge sounded and he could see someone making their way towards you both with a worried expression etched on their face.

You took in the new arrivals’ presence. It was one of Seventeen Med’s Ophthalmologists, Dr Na Yangseok, who was assigned to the surgery team this morning. Wondering if he was here to tell you about the patient’s eyesight, you asked, “Dr Na? What’s going on? Do you have news about the patients’ eyesight? We tried our best not to damage their optic nerve during the surgery.”

Dr Na shook his head, “No. Actually I’m here about one of your first year residents. I was going to update Jeonghan about the patient’s stable condition when I saw them run out of his office crying. Some of the other residents were saying Jeonghan told them ‘if you can’t even figure this simple thing out, I suggest you start looking for another profession because you won’t last long here’. I respect the guy but whew, he can be a dickhead.”

Your eyelids twitched. Jeonghan said what now to one of your residents? Your first year residents? Residents were here to learn, and mistakes will inevitably happen. This wasn’t the first time Jeonghan made someone cry. The irritation from the day’s earlier events, coupled with this new development caused a new rush of anger to bubble up in your chest. Crush or no crush, you were going to have words with him. You shot up from the armchair, muttering an ‘excuse me while I go destroy Jeonghan’, before storming off in the direction of Jeonghan’s office. 

Dokyeom and Dr Na watched as your figure got smaller and smaller until you left the doctors’ lounge. Dr Na shook his head, sitting down in the armchair you vacated, “Those two are always at each other's throats.”

Dokyeom chuckled, “You know I can never tell if they are fighting or flirting. Maybe both.”

Dr Na questioned incredulously, “Flirting? Those two? Together? Yea, I don’t see it. They would rip each other’s heads off.”

A thought flashed through Dokyeom’s mind. He extended his hand out for Dr Na to shake, “Want to bet on that? I know you have an extra ticket to that baseball game I wanted to attend.”

Dr Na snickered, shaking Dokyeom’s hand, “Sure, you’re on. If I win, you have to pay for the Ophthalmology department’s monthly dinner.”

Dokyeom grinned, “Fine with me, but I have a feeling I won’t be the one losing this bet.”

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Meanwhile on the other side of the hospital, you were making your way to Jeonghan’s office, more furious than anyone had ever seen. Your jaw was clenched, brows furrowed, eyes blazing with fury, and you clutched a file in your hand, its edges slightly crumpled from the force you were holding it with. 

Pausing for a millisecond in front of your destination to confirm your target was actually in there, you didn’t bother to knock, and swung the door open violently. 

Jeonghan, who was sitting at his desk, jumped at the sudden intrusion. Glaring at whoever dared to enter his office without knocking, his expression quickly changed into one of curiosity and amusement when he realised it was you. He caught onto your sour mood quickly, “My my, what’s gotten your panties in a twist now?”

You ignored his blatant attempt to tease you, instead choosing to chuck the file in your hand on his desk, “You want to explain yourself?”

Jeonghan eyed the file suspiciously, nudging at it using his finger as if it was a poisonous plant. 

When he wouldn’t respond to you, you flipped the file open to the page you wanted, “Care to explain to me why you were chewing out our first year resident over this?”

Jeonghan replied tiredly, “I don’t need to explain anything. They misdiagnosed a patient, simple as that.”

Simple as that? You thought, grinding your teeth in disgust. Does he not understand why you were so mad or the consequences of his statement towards the resident? You went around his desk, stopping when you were hovering over his seated form. Jeonghan was still poking at the file, so you gripped the side of his seat and turned it so he was facing you. 

You leaned down towards him, using a finger to jab at his chest. You seethed, “Simple as that? You told the resident that if they couldn’t do this simple thing, they should look for another job because they won’t last long here at Med. You belittle them and then imply they might get fired? All this over an honest mistake. Hydrocephalus and dementia have similar symptoms. Even the most experienced neurosurgeons get mixed up between the two, which is why hydrocephalus is one of those neurological diseases which often goes undiagnosed or misdiagnosed in 80% of people suffering from it. If they can make this mistake, how do you expect a first year resident who is encountering this disease for the first time to make a correct diagnosis?”

Jeonghan opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, “I don’t want to hear you brag about how you were able to correctly diagnose all your patients even as a first year. And don’t even get me started on what happened this morning. You had the audacity to run out of a surgery conference, completely dismiss the team’s plan, and go behind our backs to get the guardian’s consent for a different surgery plan which carried even more significant risks. You truly think your plans are the best, that you’re always right?”

You pause to take in a breath before continuing with your rant, your voice increasing in volume with each sentence you spoke, “News flash Yoon Jeonghan, just because you’re the best neurosurgeon here doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. You always impose your way onto others and then scold them for not speaking up against you. You know what? I’m so sick and tired of being the person who has to clean up after your messes. I’m the one who has to deal with the disgruntled staff when you step all over them during conferences and surgeries. I’m the one who has to comfort all the residents and fellows when you scold them over the tiniest things. Hell, I’m the one who puts up with your annoying, flat ass all the time. It’s too bad you’re so pretty because you’re such a dickhead.”

Jeonghan gazed up at you towering over him, stunned at your outburst. He inhaled sharply as an indecipherable emotion flashed through his eyes. For the few seconds Jeonghan was completely silent, an uncomfortable, heavy silence fell over the room. 

When it looked like your words finally sank in, his brows furrowed in annoyance, and he threw his hands up in exasperation, “Listen. I hold the residents, and everyone else working with me, to the same standards I hold myself to. If they cannot meet those standards, I don’t believe they should be here. As for the surgery this morning, it’s really not my fault the surgery plan was so flawed. I don’t think my plans are the best, just the ones that are the least flawed. It gives the patient the best possible outcome with a shortened recovery time, which is our main goal, in case you’ve forgotten. Perhaps you have, seeing that you were the one who signed off on the previous plan for a Neuroendoscopy. I didn’t see the need to consult a change in plans with people who couldn’t draw them up well in the first place.”

Ouch. It was one thing for Jeonghan to make such snide remarks to a first year resident, but it was another for him to direct them towards you. Out of all the things he could have said, Jeonghan hit you where it hurt. He had the audacity to imply you didn’t care for your patients. 

Your face went completely blank. In a low voice devoid of any emotion, you said, “You’re so full of yourself. Why did I even think I could come and reason with you… You’re just as insufferable and infuriating as I initially thought. I’m a fool for starting to believe you were anything else than that.”

With that, you turned on your heels and walked out of Jeonghan’s office. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

To say there was mounting tension between you and Jeonghan would be the understatement of the year. Everyone could see the rapport you built with Jeonghan crumbling under the strain of your last exchange with him. 

Over the next few weeks, you avoided Jeonghan like he was the plague. Unless you needed to be in the same vicinity as Jeonghan, you refused to be in the same space as him. You wouldn’t acknowledge his presence if you were both in the same room, and you would go as far as excusing yourself politely so you didn’t have to be near him. During the times you unfortunately could not get out of working with him, you kept the entire exchange strictly professional, only speaking to him when necessary. You might have been disappointed and pissed off by Jeonghan, but you weren’t going to let patients suffer. You weren’t going to give Jeonghan any excuse to undermine the effort you put into caring for your patients. 

You threw yourself into your work to distract yourself from the disappointment you felt from Jeonghan’s dismissiveness, and from the emptiness you felt now you were no longer spending a lot of your time with him. You chided yourself for wallowing in your own self-pity because you felt horrible for somehow managing to fall for the most self-absorbed person around. You couldn’t have fallen for someone else? Anyone else? 

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head as if it would help to shake away those thoughts in your mind. Reopening your eyes, you focused on stirring your drink at the counter in the doctors’ lounge. 

“When was the last time you slept?”

You groaned, instantly recognising the owner of the soft voice, “Dr Yoon, what I do, or do not do, is none of your concern. But before you can question my ability to look after patients, I slept last night.”

Jeonghan pursed his lips, “I know you’ve been sleeping in the on-call room. When was the last time you slept in your own bed? At home?”

“What are you doing? Stalking me? How do you know I haven’t been home?”

Jeonghan let out a disgruntled snort, “You’re wearing the same scrubs as yesterday, and you’re cracking your back more than normal, which is what you always do when you’re working back to back shifts at the hospital. What… I can’t be concerned for a colleague now?”

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t peg you to be the type who was concerned about anyone else but himself.”

“I didn’t know you were trying to do that to me,” Jeonghan shot back.

Grabbing your cup, you scoffed, “I don’t need to do anything of that sort to you since you already have your head so far up your ass.”

You turned to walk out of the doctors’ lounge, nodding at a Dokyeom as he passed by you.

Dokyeom paused, looking at you and then at Jeonghan. He crossed his arms, “I thought you said you were going to apologise to her.”

Jeonghan shrugged, “I was trying to, but she was being difficult.”

Dokyeom gave him a pointed look, “Don’t you want to make up with her? I thought you liked her? By the looks of things, you weren’t trying very hard.”

Jeonghan scrunched his nose, taking a long sip of the coffee he just made. Somehow, seeing you act that way towards him made the usually fragrant coffee taste sour. If he was being honest, he hadn’t been quite himself since you blew up at him. As the best neurosurgeon in the region, the pressure he felt on his shoulders was indescribable. People always expected the best from him, and he felt the need to act like he had everything together, because if he didn’t, then who could everyone else rely on?

But when he was with you, he felt different. He felt lighter. Your presence helped to lighten his mood. Regardless of what you were doing together, teasing each other, engaging in playful banter, ward rounds, surgeries, Jeonghan felt as though you were able to lift some of the burden and stress he constantly felt. During the times he spent with you, he felt more like himself. His playful, fun loving self. You, as annoyed as you were with him, endured his antics and even matched his playfulness. With you, the persona he built as “Dr Yoon Jeonghan, the best neurosurgeon in the country” could be shoved aside and ignored. With you, he could simply be, Jeonghan. It was freeing. You were freeing. 

Over the last few weeks, however, with you going out of your way to avoid him, Jeonghan felt trapped, lonely, and empty. He missed ramen and coffee time with you. He missed how the time used to fly by when he worked with you, how surgeries seemed so much easier with you watching his back. Now, when you did work together, the hours ticked on painfully. The air was heavy and stifling as your dislike for him was evident. He missed seeing your pretty smile, the joy you always brought him, your playful rivalry that ironically came with strong mutual respect. He missed the reprieve he felt and relished every time he was in your presence. He missed all of it. Most of all, he missed the happiness and glee he could bring you. He used to be able to make you laugh with a glance and a cheeky smile, but now his glances left you with nothing more than a glare or frown etched on your face.

Jeonghan missed you. He was, unfortunately, completely lost as to how he should go about doing things. He had never been in this situation before, and he didn’t know anything about making amends. But, he would be damned if he let his stupid pride and actions get in the way of making things right with you, or the possibility he could be with you. 

What good was it if he was the best of the best, when he had no one there on the top with him? 

Finally, swallowing his pride (and coffee), Jeonghan whispered, “You’re right. I need to do better. I’ll apologise to her properly. Tonight.”

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

You found yourself on the hospital’s rooftop later that night. From your vantage point, you had an unobstructed view of the hospital compound. Despite it already being 11pm, the hospital was still bright and teeming with life. You could see people move around the hospital, their tiny figures and shadows fluttering around them. On floors where the patient wards were located, the lights were dimmed, but there were one or two patients sitting near the windows admiring the hospital’s inner courtyard below you. You could see why they were so transfixed by it. The lamps and mood lights illuminated the triangular shaped inner courtyard, casting a subtle, warm, ethereal glow onto the hospital’s windows. 

Being so high up, you could feel the cold air prick your skin, hear the soft whistle of the wind. You exhaled as you watched your warm breath turn into a puff of cold mist before dissipating into the night. While it wasn’t as cold as other nights you had been up here, you felt chilled to the bone. Even the extraordinary view which lay before you did nothing to warm you. 

Wrapping your jacket around yourself to try to keep the cold out, you shivered at the thought of how you snapped at Jeonghan earlier. He was simply expressing his concern for you, just as your other colleagues would have. Although you believed Jeonghan deserved to be called out (for many, many things), he didn’t deserve to be snapped at like that. With a heavy heart, you hunched over the railing, staring at an ambulance which turned into the Emergency Department. You would have to return inside soon, but for now, you allowed yourself to stay here, wallowing in your own self-pity. 

As you continued to watch the people bustle around below, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, though you paid them no mind. It was the hospital’s rooftop afterall, and like you, many staff members found comfort in being up here. 

Suddenly, you jumped slightly at the sensation of a large, soft piece of fabric wrapping around your shoulders. Recognising the blanket’s familiar scent, you recomposed yourself, wrapping it around yourself more securely. 

After a pregnant pause, you spoke, addressing the newcomer on the roof, “I should be mad at you.”

“I know.”

“I hate that I’m not more mad at you. Honestly, I’m more sad and disappointed than anything else. Your actions towards everyone else, and what you said, about me not wanting for my patients… it really hurt.”

Jeonghan gazed at your side profile softly, his heart aching as he saw the pain that flashed through your eyes when you spoke about what he said to you all those weeks ago. He shuffled a bit, fiddling with the hems of his coat. 

Hoping you could hear the sincerity in his voice since you were still turned away from him, he said, “I know, and I’m sorry. You’re one of the best doctors I know, one of the only doctors I fully trust. I don’t know what came over me. No one has ever called me out like that before. I guess it threw me off, and I lashed out at you for it. I’m really sorry. For what it’s worth, I also apologised to the first year resident, and the surgery team.”

You could hear he was taking this seriously. Your head and your heart were fighting, with your heart wanting to relent and tell him everything was okay and all was forgiven, but you had put up with him for far too long. After musing over his words, you finally decided on how to proceed, with your head (the voice of reason) winning out. You sighed, addressing Jeonghan, “You know why I can’t be mad at you? It’s because you’re a huge mystery to me. You’re unpredictable and confusing. On one hand, you’re this ball of energy, so playful, so cheeky, someone who is always caught up in mischief. I’ve gotten the privilege of seeing and getting to know that Jeonghan. The Jeonghan that is tender when he wants to be, someone who is kind, gentle. On the other hand, you’re also the very embodiment of a neurosurgeon stereotype. Overly strict, mean, arrogant, someone who might even have a god complex. You act like you’re better than everyone. You put down others, dismiss their feelings, go off and do things on your own without consulting the team. Your duality infuriates me so much.”

You turn to face Jeonghan, looking intensely into his eyes as if you were searching for something deep inside of him, “I’ve come to really like that first Jeonghan. He’s frustrating to put up with, but in a good way. He treats me well, never undermines me, and best of all, he makes my days so much more exciting in the best ways possible. But every time I experience this Jeonghan, I’m harshly reminded of the uglier side of you, the second Jeonghan’s existence. And this time, he really crossed a line. So while I appreciate your apology, I think it will take some time for you to regain my trust again.”

Jeonghan held your gaze, nodding in understanding. Despite his heart practically beating out of his chest at what was practically your confession, he elected to ignore it. It was neither the time, nor the place for him to tell you that the feelings were mutual. Instead, Jeonghan focused on the hidden meaning behind your words, one which he appreciated deeply:

While I can’t forgive you right now, or forget what happened, I’m willing to try to mend my relationship, with you. 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take that long for you and Jeonghan to get back to the rhythm of your old rivalry slash close friendship. After a few initial weeks of trial and error, you both were back to your old antics - bickering with each other lightly, teasing each other, doing surgeries flawlessly together, ramen time in his office etc. 

You had to hand it to Jeonghan, who was really making a concerted effort to become a better version of himself. You didn’t say anything but his efforts were enough to earn himself your forgiveness some time ago. He was really trying to be a better team player, and a better superior to the younger medical staff. Old habits did die hard, and he was still as firm as ever on everyone, but he was now more fair as well. He no longer scolded anyone groundlessly, and he no longer threw people out of the operating theater. There were still times when he either slipped, resulting in him receiving a disapproving look from you, or times when he tried too hard to be nice, which resulted in him having this fake, exaggerated smile plastered on his face. All in all, however, the tension between you and Jeonghan eased significantly, and the number of complaints you received from others about Jeonghan reduced as well. You took this as a win.

The only thing you didn’t see as a win was the significant increase in the number of people who were fighting for Jeonghan’s attention and affection. Jeonghan had always been a charmer, and regardless of his upsetting behaviour in the past, there was always a consistent line of people who fell at his feet. Now, with Jeonghan’s mellowed out behaviour, it only seemed to invite new swarms of admirers. You found the very same people who would always complain to you about him to be the very same ones who would now seek you out to ask if Jeonghan had a girlfriend, or if you could put in a good word to him for them. You couldn’t even have a meal with Jeonghan in the staff canteen without someone flirting with him or approaching him for his phone number.

And so, once again, you found yourself in the doctors’ lounge during a late night shift complaining to Dokyeom about your Jeonghan woos. 

Your arms flailed around animatedly as you conveyed your frustrations to Dokyeom, “Then, they asked if Jeonghan wanted to get some lunch with them… I mean come on! I was literally right there having lunch with him, and his lunch was half eaten already. What am I? Chopped liver?”

Dokyeom doubled over, clutching his stomach laughing, “No I know how you feel. The other day our whole friend group was having a coffee at the cafe. One random middle aged person came up to Jeonghan, tapped his shoulder, and began flirting with him. 13 of us there and 12 of us became invisible as soon as they saw Jeonghan!”

You nodded empathetically, “For real. It’s as if the world fades around them as soon as they lay eyes on Jeonghan’s pretty face.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Jeonghan’s gleeful voice echoed through the lounge, cutting you off.

Your body chilled, and your motions stilled. Dokyeom wheezed at your shocked expression, quietly slipping away from his seat while you were buffering to leave you and Jeonghan alone.

Jeonghan slid into Dokyeom’s chair, a content and blissful smile etched on his face. He repeated, “So you think I’m pretty?”

Heat rushed to your face. You were sure Jeonghan could see the steam rising from the top of your head right about now. You shook your head, “I never said that.”

At your flustered expression, Jeonghan chuckled. He teased, “No no actually you said it twice. This would be the second time you called me pretty.”

Second time? A memory flashed through your head. You hid your face in your hands at the sudden recollection of how you told Jeonghan “it’s too bad you’re so pretty because you’re such a dickhead.” In your anger fueled haze, you didn’t even realise you called him pretty during your tirade. 

You felt Jeonghan shift closer to you, but you refused to remove your hands from your face. You were way too embarrassed to face him. 

Jeonghan gingerly pryed your hands away from your face, to which you didn’t put up that much resistance. 

With his face dangerously close to yours, a cheeky glint in his eye, he whispered, “hi.”

You tried to avert your eyes from him, but found yourself completely entranced by him. You always loved Jeonghan’s eyes, though seeing them this close made you love them even more. They sparkled like gems under the soft overhead lighting in the doctors’ lounge, and the moment his eyes met yours, they softened. You could spend forever gazing into his eyes. The best part? Jeonghan looked just as enamoured with you as you were with him. 

Jeonghan, taking advantage of your flustered state, was the first to break the silence, “Would this be a good time to confess something to you?”

You nodded dumbly, mind racing too much to think clearly. 

Jeonghan inched even closer to you, never breaking eye contact. He confessed, his voice warm and full of affection, “I didn’t want to say anything then, but remember that time on the roof? How you said you liked that first Jeonghan? The one that is a ball of energy, playful, cheeky, mischievous? The one who is also tender, kind, gentle? What if I told you that you are one of the only people on this planet who ever had the privilege of seeing and getting to know that Jeonghan? Because I like you too, more than you can ever imagine. It’s why I tease you, why I banter with you, why only you get to use my fancy applicances. You held my gaze the first day we met, and then proceeded to challenge me in ways I’ve never been challenged before. You saw my flaws, held me accountable to them, all while still accepting me, having my back, and teaching me how to be a better person.”

Each word Jeonghan spoke sent shivers down your back. Your heart pounded so wildly in your chest you swore you could hear it reverberate through the quiet room. 

Jeonghan liked you too. 

Overcome with emotion, you impulsively grabbed Jeonghan by his coat and crashed your lips on his. Jeonghan let out a strangled noise at your actions, but soon began kissing you back with just as much intensity. You savoured the feeling of Jeonghan’s lips against yours. The sensation was electrifying. Whatever residual tension you both had melted away completely. Jeonghan’s confession and this kiss would mark a new beginning in your relationship with Jeonghan, one which you hoped wouldn’t be as infuriating. 

Sensing that you were beginning to pull away from him, Jeonghan tugged your head closer to his, once again capturing your lips in a passionate, tender kiss. You giggled into the kiss. You could deal with the thoughts of “what comes next” in your relationship with him later. For now, you would tune the rest of the world around you out, focusing only on Jeonghan (and his pretty lips). 

Because, who cares if you were both caught making out in the doctors’ lounge? 

--⌃⌄-💎-⌃⌄–

Unbeknownst to you, someone did catch you both making out in the doctors’ lounge, for you see, Dokyeom never fully went away after Jeonghan arrived. Dokyeom merely shifted to a far corner of the lounge to give you both some privacy. While he had a feeling today might be the day you would both confess, he didn’t expect you to immediately start sucking on each other’s faces in the middle of the night. Luckily for you, the rest of the lounge was empty or else this might cause a huge stir with Minghao HR.

Snapping out of his daze, Dokyeom sneakily took out his phone. He took a picture of you and Jeonghan, sending it to Dr Na triumphantly. 

To Dr Na (Ophthalmology): [Picture]

To Dr Na (Ophthalmology): I’d say I win, so hand over the tickets (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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omg thank you sm 😭 first time getting compliments feeling really grateful rn you’re so kind!! i still have to improve a lot tho i still see some errors but thank you for saying my writing is cool ☺️🫶🏻🫶🏻

★ joshua drabble 𓂃.

genre - horror au

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he couldn’t help but be skeptical of everything and everyone around him. it seemed as if his surroundings, everywhere he goes turns dull, darkness grasps the whole place and tries to devour him whole. it was only yesterday when he started to feel and see things he shouldn’t after moving into a new place.

the icy air of his new empty home stabbed his face as soon as he enters,making him shudder as a chill was sent down his spine as he hurriedly slammed his door shut and took his phone out to call the unknown’s number he was talking to yesterday.

“are you on your way already?” he whispered tiredly into the phone as if not to bother someone hearing him talk.

the response never came, instead a scratching noise from his bedroom door was heard throughout the house. he halt his movements towards his couch and took a deep shallow breath and slowly called out for the person on call again.

the scratching stopped but a low but shrill voiced moans started resonating through his bedroom door as it slowly opened by itself, startling the wide eyed black haired boy who stared at the door with horror. trying to pull himself together, he gathered his courage and strode towards the bedroom and entered the room.

the door shut itself close as soon as he entered the room and his eyes fell on the window.

there she stood in her glory outside the window, standing there in a beautiful white night gown and her equally beautiful face staring at him, begging him to open the window and make love to her, when all of a sudden the door bursted open and his friend barged in with a man who looked like a priest.

joshua stood there, looking for the beautiful woman on the other side of the window to find no one there, he gasped out loud. he started to feel some kind of weird feeling creeping up on his body. he wanted her. he needed her. but the priest said “don’t let her in, it’s for your own good.”

a/n — it has been a while since i wrote and i happened to see a prompt which inspired me to write this. i hope it was nice to read please do let me know and if i have seem to have any issues with my grammar or spelling, please don’t be shy to correct me as english is not my first language!

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dance in the rain | kim mingyu

SUMMARY: in which mingyu drags you into the rain to play for fun.

PAIRING: mingyu x reader

THEMES: established relationship, fluff

WARNINGS: kissing, terms of endearment, rain

WORDCOUNT: 1300

A/N: this was such a random idea because i remembered how much mingyu loves throwing water on carats during the encore and just thought he'd be the type to drag you into the rain and play. also bc it's been raining sooo much here.

"oh my god it's raining again", you declare dramatically as you turn to look out the window. the rain pours down hard, the grey clouds hanging in the air with no sign of disappearing anytime soon. it had been like this since last night and persisted all afternoon.

"i thought you liked the rain", he counters, giving you a glance from the couch, his phone in one hand.

"i do! just maybe not when it's raining non-stop and feels like the end of the world", you exaggerate and he chuckles softly from where he's sitting.

mingyu watches you for a few seconds before he stands up, walks towards the front door, and opens it. the gush of cold air and the amplified sound of the rain pouring down makes you snap your head up.

"gyu what are you going?", you ask, confused as he just stands there by the door, watching the rain fall in the front yard of your house. "watching the rain", he says, like it was no big deal. he reaches out to collect some drops in the palm of his hand. you watch for a few seconds before getting up and walking over to him.

"wouldn't it be fun to play in the rain? this reminds me of back in college when me and the boys would do the most insane shit and jump around in the rain", he says, reminiscing. one thing about mingyu was that he loved the water and has always been drawn to it. staying true to his golden retriever nature, he loved splashing around in the water, playing around and having fun.

he turns around to you, a mischievous smile slowly gracing his lips. you look at him, the dots in your head connecting when he looks at you with that look—that look that he was definitely up to no good.

you raise an eyebrow at him, instinctively taking a step back. “oh no,” you warn, already sensing trouble brewing, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "babe", he says, his tone almost pleading, that grin playing on his lips like that could help convince you as he takes a step forward.

he gives you a fake frown before turning and he runs right into the rain, the cold water drenching him instantly. you gasp. he only laughs, and it's an infectious sound that cuts through the loud rain. "gyu you’re insane!” you tell, but he only grins back at you, his pretty canines peeking out. he reaches his hand out, beckoning you to join him.

"no way", you tell from the doorstep, watching the rain pour down on mingyu, but he looks so content. "babe please, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience", he says, trying to persuade you, stepping forward.

"kim mingyu, don't you dare", you warn again, watching his eyes sparkle with mischief. "it'll be fun", is all he says and before you can protest further, his hand holds yours, tugging you into the rain.

the cold rain hits you, shocking you as it soaks through your clothes. “mingyu!” you yelp, water streaming down, drenching you and splattering against your cheeks.

"you're such as ass, oh my god", you exclaim after a few seconds when you realise the absurdity of the situation. you're soaked head to toe, standing in the cold rain because of mingyu. the chill of the water and rain clings to your skin, but it's hard to be mad at mingyu when he looks at you like that - like you're his entire world.

"dance with me", he says, his eyes still sparkling as he reaches out for your hand. he gently pulls you closer, his other hand resting on your waist. depsite the cold rain, you can feel the warmth radiate from his touch.

with a soft smile, he begins to slowly sway, guiding you both into a gentle rhythm. your hands instinctively find their way to his shoulders, and for a moment, everything else fades away; the rain, the chill, the chaos - it was just you and him.

mingyu spins you playfully and you giggle softly as you twirl, and he dips you, holding onto you securely. you both burst into a fit of laughter before he lifts you back up, holding you against him.

“see? it’s fun!” he says, his grin wide and bright, completely unbothered by the rain-soaked chaos.

“you know what would make this moment even better?” mingyu asks, his voice soft. “what?” you ask, looking up at him. the rain had slowed down a bit now, falling a little slower.

before you have time to process his actions, he swoops down and lifts you into his arms, cradling you bridal-style. “mingyu!” you exclaim with a mix of surprise and delight as he holds you close. he spins you around and you laugh, holding onto him.

"okay okay, i get it", you tell after a few spins, still giggling, clutching onto him tightly.

finally, he slows down, stopping to look into your eyes, the playful glint replaced by something softer and more intimate. holding you steady, he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “now, for the grand finale,” he murmurs.

with the rain falling on you both, he closes the distance, capturing your lips with his in a soft, sweet kiss, the kind of kiss that feels like a delicate promise. you melt into his embrace, feeling the cool rain on your skin contrasting with the warmth radiating from his body. as the kiss deepens, you wrap your arms around his neck. when he finally pulls back, his gaze finds yours again, and you can see the affection he holds in his eyes,

“so, was that the best kiss of your life?” he asks with that mischievous grin of his.

you roll your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips “maybe”, you say with a shrug, trying to act nonchalant.

“maybe?", he repeats, fake pouting. “i guess i’ll have to step up my game", he says with a twinkle in his eyes. "well, good luck with that,” you shoot back playfully. he laughs again, still holding you securely in his arms. "challenge accepted".

"you're ridiculous", you tell, smacking his chest . "and yet you still love me", he says without missing a beat, grinning at you.

“look at us,” he says, a dreamy smile on his face. "soaked, silly, but happy.” you couldn’t help but grin at his words, your heart swelling with warmth.

he turns around, carrying you inside and setting you down in front of the bathroom. you change quickly, slipping into some dry and warm clothes. you put on mingyu's hoodie, and it envelopes you like a warm hug, the familiar scent wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. when you emerge from the room, mingyu is already in a fresh t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair slightly tousled and damp from the rain. he looks at you with a soft smile, and you feel a rush of affection.

"ramen?", he prompts and he smiles at the way your face lights up at the mention of ramen. "yes please", you tell, following mingyu to the kitchen. he fills a pot with water and sets it on the stove, before turning around to face you, the both of you waiting for the water to boil. he crosses the kitchen in a few quick strides, lifting you onto the counter and you sigh softly as he looks at you, his hands resting on your waist. his lips are on yours, kissing you again and warmth blooms in your chest as you kiss him back.

you pull back slightly, looking at him. "by the way, if i fall sick tomorrow, i'm blaming you", you tell, poking his cheek lightly. he smiles softly.

"i'll take care of you sweetheart, don't you worry", he assures, mumbling against your lips before kissing you again.

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[10:47] - choi seungcheol

warnings: reader referred to as "mommy", this is fluff please lets not be perverted 🙄😹

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“appa!” your 4 year old called in a small voice.

“yeah, sweetheart?” seungcheol glanced up from his phone, his attention fully on her now.

“who do you love more? me or mommy?” she asked, her tone curious but a little serious, as if this was a big question.

seungcheol raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a playful smile. “what kind of question is that?” he teased, holding his arms out to her. "you know i love the both of you very much!"

“but who do you love more?” she asked again, her voice insistent, as if she really needed to know the answer.

he thought for a moment, looking down at her tiny face. "well," he said as he picked her up & settled her on his lap, "i love you so, so much, my little sunshine, but mommy... i think i love her just a tiny bit more."

her eyes widened as she processed this, her little lip jutting out into a slight pout as an immediate reaction. oh, she's definitely his daughter, alright. "why? why do you love mommy more?"

"because," he said, leaning down and pulling his 4 year old onto his lap, "mommy’s my partner, my best friend. we’ve been through so much together, and i love her in a special grown-up way. we've been together for years! without mommy, we wouldn't be here."

"we?" she asked.

"yes baby, you wouldnt be here if mommy hadn't been my best friend & partner, & I wouldn't be happy like i am today! can you imagine your loving, handsome daddy being sad, crying and alone?"

she sat there for a moment, clearly deep in thought. then, her frown softened, and she gave him a big smile. “but you still love me a lot, right?”

“of course i do,” he replied, ruffling her hair. “i love you more than anything, you’re my sweet little girl.”

she nodded eagerly, her pout completely gone now. “okay, daddy, i love you too!”

seungcheol grinned playfully, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "really? who do you love more? me or mommy?"

she paused, giving him a serious look before bursting out laughing as she looked up at you as you stepped in, "mommy!!!" she screamed

seungcheol laughed along with her, squeezing her a little tighter as he realised 2 things.

1: he can't tell if his daughter was answering his question or greeting his wife, but seungcheol tells himself, sometimes, it's better not to know.

& 2: he can't lie, even to his own daughter. he just loves you so much.

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the great war

❝Because the greatest war Seungcheol had ever waged was against your heart.❞

historical! au | enemies to lovers! au | smut, fluff | 41k words

s u m m a r y : there was only one thing you hated more than your restricted life, and that was choi seungcheol—the greatest venetian general who has ever lived. when a marriage is arranged between the two of you, you were sure it would end in bloodshed. however, as you and seungcheol are forced to attend balls and share a few hard truths, you realise you have more in common with the mysterious general than you thought.

c o n t e n t : military commander! seungcheol, noblewoman! artist! mc, artist! minghao, artist! soonyoung who are both annoying (affectionate), cheol and mc absolutely hate each other because i need to see proper e2l, cheol has a scar on his lip (yes this needs a separate warning), this is set in renaissance venice so there will be many artist references, the doge = basically ruler of venice, themes of sexism, constant arguing between mc and cheol, there is fluff, also angst mature warnings -> tons of sexual tension, making out fuelled by hatred, cheol calls you carrissima (which personally i find very hot) fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (only because medieval contraception is horrendous), petnames cheol says some vile things during the deed, slight corruption kink

p l a y l i s t : dangerous woman by ariana grande || war of the hearts by sade || love is stronger than pride by sade || i don’t understand but i luv u by seventeen

t a g l i s t : at the bottom of the fic!

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : hi hello thank you everyone for waiting for this monster fic!! thank you alice and addy for being the reason i finished this fic, thank you chia for creating a beautiful picture of general! cheol, and greatest thanks to choi seungcheol the man you are </3 i hope you all enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

WHEN THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC DEFEATED THE OTTOMANS ONCE AND FOR ALL, EVERY CITIZEN—BE IT PEASANT OR THE RICHEST ARISTOCRAT—KNEW WHO WAS BEHIND THAT VICTORY.

His name sparked life into the deathly, cramped streets. Whispers and cheers carried along the murky lakes, the rushed streams underneath the city, lapping up to the cobblestoned shore—entering the ears of marketeers, patricians, nuns, prostitutes, everyone. Wherever one went, the commander’s name rang like the dozen church bells, scattered throughout the lake-locked lands.

The buzz in the air was more frantic this afternoon, though, because the victors’ party was finally returning to the state.

Finally returning home.

You, despite your family’s excitement, despite your connections to the man behind the success of it all, could not have cared less.

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TOO GOOD OML icb she killed shua tho 💀

PSYCHO | j.ww (M)

synopsis ➳ a new threat has showed up, one wonwoo thought he got rid of. this time, you are entangled into the mess and it is bound to get bloody. good thing wonwoo is there to help you bury past demons that you didn't even know existed.

genre ➳ dark romance, smut, gore, halloween au.

pairing ➳ psycho!wonwoo x therapist!fem reader

word count ➳ 7.6k

warnings ➳ blood, PTSD, mentions of scars, mentions of not being able to eat, stalking, knife, choking, graphic description of murder, hiding a body, halloween costumes (Wonwoo is Ghost from COD), hand necklace, degradation, name calling, makeouts, unprotected sex, rough sex, pussy slapping, fingering, tit play.

Note: it is mandatory to read Bloodily Safe and Game on! before reading this. additionally, I heavily recommend reading the Patreon bonus scene after Game on! to get a better context of this story because this is a continuation from there and is a major plot point.

It is weird seeing your colleague who suddenly disappeared a year ago without a word, appear randomly at the clinic today. 

Joshua is definitely not how you remember him.

He used to be a soft-spoken and friendly guy but the man you met today is someone completely different; rude and snappy. Not to mention that terrifying scar on his face. The long scar running down his left cheek looks quite new and not accidental.

How did he get that?

It is all so peculiar. The way he almost kept scowling at you, the weird aura that radiated off of him and the unsettling way he seemed to notice everything about you and stare too long.

You had been working with Joshua at the clinic for about three months when he disappeared suddenly last October, sending his resignation letter through the mail. No one at the clinic knew about his whereabouts but it was assumed he went back to the States since he had American citizenship. 

Seeing him at the clinic today caught you completely off guard, especially because he felt so familiar yet unfamiliar. In a way you could not put your finger on but made you feel uneasy.

He was there to see Jeonghan, your clinic's new head, saying he needed to have an important meeting with his friend as he showed himself in. 

Who knows what they were talking about in there for so long. You saw him enter when you were on a late lunch break and Joshua was still inside when you left, removing your option to speak to him as you had planned.

And for the first time in a long while, you felt unsafe on the way home, turning your head back now and then, looking for someone who was not there, as if your gut knew something was wrong.

—

“Cherry,” Wonwoo suddenly calls you by your nickname, a solemn clarity in his tone that lets you know he means business. “Look at me.”

You sit at the dinner table, toying with the fork on your empty plate as your mind drifts off somewhere else, clouded by all sorts of thoughts.

You have been zoning out for a while now and your boyfriend’s unwavering gaze at you forces you to focus. You hesitate for a fraction of a second before meeting his eyes. 

Suddenly, you feel nervous. Wonwoo can read you like an open book so you know there is no hiding from him.

“What is bothering you?”

“What do you mean?” You feign confusion, getting up from the chair and heading to the sink where you start washing the dishes, the heavy sound of the jet of water putting a pause in your conversation.

You can feel Wonwoo’s gaze sharpen. He leaves the dining table, stepping closer to you. With his hands crossed in front of his chest, he leans against a nearby countertop and patiently watches you do your work.

You know very well he is waiting for you to finish. Still, for a reason unknown to you, you attempt to evade him. “You should prepare for bed. I will join you soon.”

Wonwoo frowns, his eyes somehow appearing darker as he leans closer. “Don’t do that.” He admonishes. “I know you well enough to know something is up from the look on your face. You have been distracted. What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

A soft sigh falls from your lips as you shake off the water on your hands before wiping them in a dry towel resting by the sink. Then, you face him.

 “I met Joshua today.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widen. While you admit that the news is a bit surprising, you are perplexed by why your boyfriend, who barely knows him, appears so shocked.

“Joshua?” There’s a change in Wonwoo’s usual low, monotonous voice. “The guy who used to work at the clinic last year?”

“Yes.” You hum, before raising a brow. “Why are you so shocked?”

Wonwoo blinks, peering at your face for a while before subtly shaking his head. “Nothing. I just did not like the way he looked at you.”

“You say that about every guy.” You roll your eyes.

“But why have you been thinking about him?” Wonwoo snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he watches you carefully. “Did he try to hit on you?”

“What? No,” you scoff but then pause, recalling the unsettling aura he gave off. You don’t like how weirded out you have been since seeing him. “He…he had this strange, long scar on his face, you know… It looked, I don’t know…not like an accident.”

Wonwoo’s grip on your waist tightens and you look at him inquisitively to see a frown on his brows. 

Why is he so tense? What is he thinking about so hard?

“What are you pondering so seriously?” You poke his nose, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Wonwoo shakes his head, sighing. “Nothing.” He hums, the look in his eyes suddenly changing. “You look ravishing right now, you know.” He murmurs. With a foxy grin, he pulls your body tight against his, trailing teasing kisses and bites on your neck while his hands explore your back.

Heat blooms all throughout your face as you shyly shift your gaze the closer his face comes to yours. You are only wearing a T-shirt and shorts right now so you have your doubts about how ravishing you look.

With a smirk of the devil, he presses his lips to yours, soft and sweet at first as you really soak in the feeling of his large, warm hands holding your back. They roam around freely underneath your t-shirt, one hand on your upper back while the other presses lower, right over your tailbone. Goosebumps break out on your skin under the caress of his soft, sensual fingers.

“Wonwoo,” you whisper, shivering, not from the cold but from need and anticipation as every other thought about the world slips away from your mind. Right now, there is only him and you.

“Hmm?” He hums, pulling his lips just a fraction away from yours and placing you on the countertop.

“I need you,” you plead, using your hands to pull him even closer to you.

With a knowing, cocky smirk, Wonwoo removes your baggy t-shirt off your body, exposing your naked torso for his eyes to feast on. You see the desire spark in his eyes, his gaze not sparing an inch of your chest as he leans down to press kisses all over the soft, sensitive flesh. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking in it before gently nibbling the skin around it.

“Wonwoo,” You writhe. “Please.”

“Hmm?” He hums, busy with his task.

“Y-your fingers,” You whisper, trying to grind yourself against him.

“You want my fingers, baby?” His voice is deep as he removes his mouth from your tits and locks his eyes with you. Through the fabric of your shorts, he palms your core, making you whine and writhe more. 

“Where do you want them, little girl?” He smirks, savouring your desperation. You groan, clutching his arms in a vice-like grip with one hand while struggling to remove your shorts with the other. Your boyfriend aids you in the process, tugging it off in one smooth motion and leaving you completely bare.

“Please, Wonwoo.” You beg, all other vocabulary vanishing from your head.

He hums, eyes trained between your legs and then, surprising you, he slaps your pussy, hard, as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. “Horny little slut.” He tsks and in one smooth motion, thrusts two of his fingers inside you. You squeal, hands fisting the material of his t-shirt tightly while his long digits easily slip inside you thanks to the arousal that even coats your thighs.

“Oh fuck, yes.” You moan, eyes rolling back as you feel his fingers move inside you back and forth. With each thrust, your legs fall open wider as your breathing becomes harsher, and your body starts to feel heavy.  Paired with the movement of his fingers and the heated look he’s sending your way, you know you’re not very far from your release. You squeak, “Go-gonna cum.”

Wonwoo scoffs. “So quickly? My needy little cherry. Come then. Come on my fingers so I can put my cock in your wet sopping hole.” The utterly filthy words coming from him make you moan out loud as he brings his thumb over clit, rubbing it swiftly and sending you over the edge and face-first into your orgasm.

It shakes your body as you slump over Wonwoo, letting the ecstasy wash over you, your pussy spasming repeatedly as he keeps playing with you throughout your high. When you finally come down and your mind starts working again, Wonwoo pulls his fingers out of you, dripping in your essence and licks his digits clean, never wavering eye contact with you. The erotic sight has your core thrumming once more as your throat dries up. “Please. Fuck me, Wonwoo…” Your voice is soft and breathy and the man grins as if pleased with your begging. “Good girl.”

Pressing a quick kiss on the top of your head, he steps back, pulling your naked body with him as he heads for the bedroom. Once there, you sit on the bed and eagerly wait for him to take off his clothes and join you, your hungry eyes watching him remove his t-shirt.  Anticipation builds in your veins as you lick your dry lips, avidly waiting to see his cock as if it is your first time.

With his eyes never straying from yours, he removes his pants and boxers, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips. Like every other time, his size and girth leave your mouth dry and your core clenching around nothing. 

Your eyes never leave his cock as it bobs in the air, his tip leaking precum. Wonwoo watches you watch him with utter amusement. “Close your mouth, cherry. Otherwise, I might shove this down your throat.” He flashes you a haughty grin as he climbs on top of you and pecks your mouth.

“You can do that” You whisper, eyes trained on his cock as his large body engulfs yours, pressing you flat into the mattress. On top of you, Wonwoo grins like a cat that ate the canary, “Oh, I know you would love that, dirty girl. But I’m too impatient right now.” He grunts as his cock brushes against your belly. “Fuck.” Cursing under his breath, he lines himself up to your throbbing hole. “I’ll fuck you so hard you will not remember anything else. Especially not a guy.”

It’s a promise and you cannot wait for him to fulfill it.

His words only fuel your need and you think you will go crazy if he waits a second longer. “Hurry,” you whine, raising your hips to meet his.

“Fuck. Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” He tilts your chin and pulls your lips in a bruising kiss as you nod. “P-please, Wonwoo, give to me.”

Groaning softly, he taps your clit with his hard shaft, eyes trained on your swollen, dripping hole. “It might hurt.”

“And I will love it.”

His eyes darken as he suddenly lands a slap on your clit. “Such a whore. I love it.” You squeal from the impact, more wetness dripping out of you and just as you are recovering from the sting of his spank he thrusts inside you, all the way in one smooth motion. Your gasp morphs into a loud cry, your nails scratching Wonwoo’s back as you cling to him.

No matter how many times you have been with Wonwoo, you still struggle to adjust to his size, not to mention when he fucks you raw and animalistic like he’s doing right now. 

He pants harshly on top of you, sweat shining on his forehead as he wastes no time thrusting his full length in and out of you. Your pussy is stretched to its limits and every time he brutally thrusts in, his cock hits the deepest, most sensitive part inside you, making you mindlessly grind on his cock, soft, breathy whines leaving your lips as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Stop doing that or I’m gonna come,” Wonwoo warns but you start moving your hips faster, matching his thrusts. “Little slut,” he groans, guttural and as if in pain, heated eyes watching you. “You are extra horny today.” He murmurs, smashing his lips to yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue as you breathe Wonwoo in like he is your oxygen. When your lips part a flimsy string of saliva hangs, connecting the two of you and Wonwoo watches you, his gaze feral as he continues to fuck you mercilessly.

“Are you ready to come for me?” He asks quietly, his hand creeping lower and lower down your body to play with your swollen clit. He rubs the sensitive bundle of flesh, making your entire body shudder as you feel your orgasm coming. As soon as he flicks your clit with his finger, your release comes crashing down on you and you feel it in every one of your nerves.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as you feel him release inside you, making you clench around his throbbing length. You’re not surprised when he doesn’t stop but continues thrusting inside you, far from being done with you and you feel another orgasm impending. Your pussy hurts in the best ways possible and just thinking about coming once again have your toes curling.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo mutters under his breath. “I can’t get enough of you, my little slut.” His fingers that were previously digging into your hipbone now make a home on your neck, gripping it firmly and applying just enough pressure to make your body curl up and see stars. Your breath catches in your throat, your hands coming to rest on Wonwoo’s wrists as he continues to apply a steady pressure that makes your core throb. Just as you feel your oxygen supply being cut off quite severely, your mind goes into a trance-like hazy state and your orgasm is triggered, multiplying it by hundreds. 

Seeing the godlike man on top of you, his dark, piercing eyes trained on you so intensely as if he would devour you whole makes you go off like a rocket, bliss seeping into every inch of your bones. You swear you see God himself as your body completely lets go and you feel like you’re floating on a cloud, high above reality. The feeling of him releasing inside you makes you shudder before you vaguely register the emptiness as he slips out of you. Faintly, you feel him shuffling on the bed, murmuring something in your ears as he kisses your forehead and cleans you up.

You drift off peacefully, safe and snug against Wonwoo’s warmth.

—

31st OCT

You stepped out of the clinic a little earlier today, like everyone else, since it’s Halloween night. As you walk by, you observe the festive mood on the streets, with all sorts of creepy and gothic decorations littering every corner as children scurry around dressed in costumes.

You can’t wait to get home and put on yours.

Your home is just a ten-minute walk away, and like every other day, you stroll down the sidewalk, enjoying the beautiful dusk. Yet today feels different for some reason. 

As soon as you stepped out of the clinic, an uneasy sensation prickled in your gut, sending subtle alarm bells blaring in your head. You try to dismiss it, telling yourself that it is the exhaustion from the day that is making you overthink. But with each step, your unease deepens, and as you glance over your shoulder, a chill runs down your spine.

As you expected, a man in a black outfit flashes by the moment you spot him, disappearing into the alley right beside where he stood.

Terrified, you continue walking, your pace faster than before. For some reason, your gut says it is Joshua. It is weird that his name was the one to immediately pop into your head. You suddenly remember his words the day he came back to the clinic. “You have been living well, no?” A deeper implication under the guise of an innocent question.

It may just be your mind making up scenarios after the issue with Jacob but you are not taking any chances because obviously, someone was following you.

As you march down the sidewalk, you find a bus a few meters ahead of you and without thinking, you rush towards it, stepping in right before it is about to leave.

You catch your breath, panting harshly as you grip the handrail and look out the window, searching for the man in black. Just when you accept that he is gone for good, you spot a man stepping out of an alleyway, fully dressed in black, his face covered with a black surgical mask and staring at you. You get only a glimpse of him as the bus takes a turn, going in a direction opposite to your home.

You don’t care. 

You will get off at the next stop and take a cab home.

Truly an experience befitting the Halloween night.

—

You return home much later than usual, depleted mentally and physically. All your excitement and eagerness for the upcoming Halloween party in the evening is now gone with the chilly breeze of the night.

“You are late,” Wonwoo states, walking towards you as you toe off your shoes before stepping into the living room area. From the worn-out expression on your face, he can immediately sense something is wrong as he asks, “What is going on, cherry?”

You don’t reply, dashing into his arms straight.

In the back of your mind, you register that he is dressed in his Halloween costume but your wired brain fails to process his look properly. He is dressed as Ghost from Call of Duty, a look you anticipated heavily but now, you are too fraught to care. Instead, you bury yourself in his arms, breathing in and out deeply as he holds you, his hands patting your back and sides in search of any injury.

“What is wrong?” He asks again, the desperation rising in his tone. Breaking the hug, he holds your face and carefully observes it, his gaze jumping all around your visage. “Fuck, are you okay? Say something!”

“Someone tried to follow me home.” You whisper.

“What!” A sharp breath falls from his lips, his grip on you tightening as his eyes double in size. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you call me?”

“My battery died.” With a heavy sigh, you slump down on the sofa, Wonwoo following you closely as you start narrating everything to him. With each word you utter, his complexion pales and his expression darkens visibly. At the same time, you see the anger surge within him, evident from the way he scowls at the floor, his hands clenched in fists.

“Fuck.” He hisses.

“I just don’t understand why he has been so weird towards me. What did I do to him? Why is he after me?” You cry, dragging a hand through your hair. “Please, tell me I’m just overthinking. It really cannot be Joshua, right?”

Your boyfriend does not affirm you.

“I should have taken care of him last year,” Wonwoo mutters instead, almost as if he’s talking to himself but you hear it loud and clear and the hairs on your neck stand up straight, your brain suddenly working a mile a minute as the equation starts to add up.

“What do you mean?” You whisper, horrified by the reality that is about to dawn on you.

“You should know how I got this scar.” Joshua’s words from that day replay in your mind, how he uttered them when he caught you staring at the mark. The words that once made you clueless suddenly make perfect sense. 

“Wonwoo, look at me,” you croak with pleading eyes, chasing his gaze which he hides. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“It was you! You are the one who fucked up his face!”

For the first time in your life, you see Wonwoo look uncomfortable. He abruptly stands up and averts his gaze, avoiding your eyes as if it were a game while continuously shifting on his feet. He looks…guilty and worried.

“God, for fucks sake!” You burst out, unable to hold yourself together any longer. “Are you insane? Why would you do that?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” He finally meets your eyes but you do not see the faintest hint of remorse in him.

“No, I don’t!” You snap, irritated.

“He is a bad man, cherry,” Wonwoo replies, deadpan as he approaches you. “He was a fucking pervert. He did disgusting things behind your back.”

No wonder Joshua thinks you're in on this too. He probably believes that you made Wonwoo do that to him, hence the vendetta.

“Then you should have handed him over to the police!” You snap, rubbing your palm over your face.

“You know I don’t work like that.” “Clearly!” You roll your eyes, pacing around the room. “You instead thought it would be better to carve his face! As if that makes any sense!” You scoff.

Wonwoo’s demeanour shifts as a frown settles on his brows, his lips thinning. “I don’t like your attitude. He was a sneaky pervert and I was trying to protect you from him. I did not share it with you because I did not want to add to your traumas.”

You know he meant well. You understand he was looking out for you, in his own deranged way but right now, you cannot think with compassion. Right now, you do not care what perverted thing Joshua was doing behind your back because right now, he is out there trying to hunt you down.

“Well then, you should have done a better job of protecting me!” You spit, using air quotations for the last two words. “Now I have a deranged stalker up my ass who only god knows what will do to me. And don’t talk about my attitude.” You glare at him.

The subdued lighting in your living room creates a striking shadow across his face, highlighting his sharp, bony features in an almost unfair way. Combined with his combat attire and his dishevelled hair, it’s astonishing how captivating he appears, nearly stealing your attention from the argument.

God, this is so unfair. You hate him. You hate this man so much.

With your hands on your hips, you start pacing around. “You are the one who caused this mess, Wonwoo, so don’t talk about my attitude. Joshua is out to get us, do you understand? What if he goes to the police? Do you understand how badly this could end, you impulsive psycho?”

You should not have said that.

Wonwoo’s eyes, as always, remain dark and empty but you clearly see his jaw harden as he grits his teeth. Sending a scalding look your way— one you have never encountered before, he throws the Ghost mask on the floor. 

“Fuck this.”

Then, he is out the door.

The two words are enough to make you realise that you have crossed a big line. You want to go after him but it is too late and you are still frozen at your place, the blood flowing through your veins still hot with anger and frustration.

Well, there goes your Halloween plans.

It is almost ironic how crazy people have always been after you. You are living with one and you have to admit over the years you have also become a lot like him. Still, what pains you is that he kept it from you. You would not have been mad if he had come to you and confessed. After all, given your shared history, you were supposed to be partners in crime, literally.

With diminished spirits and exhaustion from the day taking over your body, you trudge through the empty apartment, changing into your pajamas. The witch costume you had intended to wear for the evening seems to taunt you from the closet as you change, and with a heavy heart, you tuck the box away.

You should not have said those things to Wonwoo.

You never had a fight this big with him. Sure, there were small quarrels here and there but they were resolved within a few hours. This is the first time in your almost two years of relationship that he stormed out of the house.

How can you make up to him?

The clock on the wall reads seven in the evening and you know for a fact Wonwoo won’t be home until it’s very late. 

He won’t stay outside all night, will he? Since this is the first time he has rushed out of the house, you don’t know what to do or expect.

Feeling overwhelmed and useless, you decide to busy yourself by making dinner. You get started on cooking his favourite meal, hoping it will lessen his anger once he returns.

With the food cooking on the stove, you sit on the living room floor, slicing apples for yourself and scrolling through your phone. Wonwoo isn't particularly a fan of this fruit, but when you cut it into slices shaped like little bunnies, he relishes them with the joy of a child.

So, you do that. 

You slice through the apples, preparing them in the shape of bunnies and munching on a few yourself while in the back of your mind, praying that he returns quickly. 

You cannot wait to apologize to him.

Suddenly, you hear the doorbell.

Wonwoo cannot be back so early, right?

Still, you rush to the door, hopeful and delighted that your prayers have been answered. Through the peephole, you see the person standing outside and realise quickly it is not Wonwoo but a man wearing a baseball cap.

“Who is it?” You are not expecting any guests.

“Delivery for Jeon Wonwoo!” The man announces from the other side.

Ah, right. Wonwoo did order a new headset.

You open the door, your eyes searching for a package in the man’s hand only to realise, there is none.

The man is dressed in all black, making it hard to see his face, especially because of the baseball cap and mask on his face. Suddenly, a heavy sense of dread fills your system as you realize something is profoundly wrong, flashbacks of the earlier events in the day vividly going through your mind.  

Fuck. Fuck.

You should not have opened the door.

The man seems suspicious, his vibes very ominous and just as you are about to close the door, he looks up, locking his eyes with yours. A small, sharp breath falls from your lips as you immediately realize who it is.

Joshua.

This is your worst nightmare coming true. Fuck, how did he even get your address? You thought you had successfully got him off your tail.

You are so fucked. There could be only one reason why he is here.

Revenge.

The man pulls down his mask and grins diabolically. “Hey there, ___.”

“Jo-Joshua,” you give him a nervous smile while trying to wrack through your brain to find a way out of this, fidgeting with your phone behind your back.

Maybe talking to him would work? You’re a therapist after all.

He places his palm flat on the door with a loud thud, forcing it to open wider as he steps into your home.

Fuck, fuck.

You reflexively step back, walking backwards into your living room while unlocking your phone behind your back with your thumbprint.

“I came to have a chat with you,” the man grins, kicking the front door closed behind him. “You know…just you and me since your boyfriend is out.”

Beads of perspiration gather on your forehead as you keep backing away in small steps. The look in Joshua’s eyes is one of paranoia and you know he is beyond reason right now. This was a very calculated move and he has you right where he wanted. 

Trapped in your own home.

Tossing his cap and mask away on the floor, Joshua combs his fingers through his hair before showing his scarred cheek to you. “Let me ask you a question, therapist ___. Do you know who did this?”

Oh fuck. 

You fiddle with your phone behind your back, attempting to call Wonwoo through speed dial. The glass on the showcase to your right aids you in the process as you can see a fairly clear image of your phone screen on the reflection from your peripheral vision.

“N-no, Joshua. But it looks painful. Maybe we can talk about it—”

“Lies!” The man seethes, his eyes ablaze before calmly whispering. “I know you are lying. I can see it in your eyes. You know your dear boyfriend did it.”

Whatever remaining strength in your leg disappears at his words as you stumble over nothing and fall on the ground, your heart thudding so loudly it is deafening to your ears. Your phone slips away from your hand, lying face up on the ground as your body freezes from the panic overriding your system.

This is like the situation with Jacob all over again but much more terrifying. 

God, when does this end?

The moment the call connects and you hear Wonwoo’s voice float through ever so faintly, Joshua takes notice of it, immediately lurching for the device. “Fucking cunt!” He yells, smashing your phone down on the ground in one swift blow as the screen cracks under the force.

You cower, pressing your back to the coffee table as you raise your arms to cover yourself while trying to appear as small as possible. “Please, please don’t hurt me.” 

The man chuckles, positioning himself over your torso as he grabs you by the collars of your nightshirt, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“Oh darling,” He grins, his teeth on display, and paired with the deranged look in his eyes it is so terrifying that your hands tremble when you try to free yourself. 

“I will just draw a pretty scar on your cheek like he did to mine.” He whispers, leaning close to you. From his jeans pocket, he pulls out a switchblade, the tip razor sharp and glinting. “And then, I will stab a nice little hole in your stomach, like he did to mine. Seems fair, no? I promise it won’t hurt.”

“No- please—” you struggle harder but his hand moves to grip your throat, cutting your airflow as you writhe underneath him, trying to free yourself while also fighting to overcome the heavy weight of his body on top of you. 

You need a weapon.

Suddenly, the fog in your brain clears up as you remember what you need is right behind you.

“Your boyfriend is a loose nut after all,” Joshua smiles, tracing the tip of the blade over your forehead and dragging it down to your cheek. “I have a feeling that if I do this to him, he won’t hurt but if I carve you up,” he laughs, shaking his head. “He will burn. That’s the best revenge I can get, you know.” 

Holding your breath, you observe as his pupils dilate while his grip on the butt of the knife tightens. Half a second before the tip of the blade nicks your skin, your right hand reaches back on the coffee table to pick up the knife lying there.

You find it in one go and the very next moment, you lodge it in Joshua’s throat.

The knife pierces through the man’s skin, breaking through his artery as blood sprays out immediately while you hold it against the side of his throat, trying to push it in deeper. Joshua groans, the sound choked as he grips the knife, trying to pull it out but you use all your strength to shove it even deeper. 

He falls back, his gaze wide and frantic as he sputters and chokes, holding on to the knife in an attempt to pull it out while blood seeps through his fingers.

However, all too soon the light in his eyes fades and he falls quiet as his body slumps down on the floor, the room enveloped in a thick blanket of silence, disrupted only by your harsh pants as you inhale lungfuls of air, managing to get yourself to a proper sitting position.

Suddenly, you realise there is blood everywhere.

On your hands, your face, your shirt, the carpet and the floor.

Your home is bathed in blood, an intimate space soiled with the evidence of your crime. Your favourite cream-coloured rug is now painted crimson, just like your pajamas and fingers.

Shaking like a leaf, you look at your right hand which is coated red, the blood slowly dripping down your wrist. It envelops your fingers, thick and heavy, the metallic smell of the liquid wafting in the air suddenly too strong for you to bear.

Despite not wanting to cast your eyes on the body of the lifeless man lying in front of you, your eyes shift to it and the unsettlingly blank look in the corpse’s eyes locks you in a trance as you sit on the floor, shuddering.

The events of the last few minutes start replaying in your head and with the passing of each second, the reality and the gravity of your actions begin to sink in.

You just killed a man. 

In self-defence but you did just kill Joshua.

You feel like throwing up.

A faint beeping sound alerts you before you hear the front door open. A second later, Wonwoo dashes in only to stop a few steps into the room as he takes in the scene. 

Your terrified eyes meet his wide, panicked ones as his eyes move from your face to your bloodied hands and then to the knife stuck in Joshua’s throat. Not wasting another second, Wonwoo rushes to you, kneeling on the floor and wrapping your body with his, his palms patting all over your body as he murmurs between harsh pants, “Are you hurt anywhere?”

You shake your head no, biting down on your wobbling lower lip hard to prevent yourself from bursting into tears while remaining careful not to touch him with your blood-soaked hand.

Wonwoo loosens his hold on you to observe your right hand as he grips your wrist and studies the smear of blood all over your hand.

What is he thinking? Is he mad? Will he abandon you now? The thought has you struggling to breathe. “Wo—wonwoo, I-I swear I didn’t m-mean to… he just—” You try to explain in between tears and choked breaths but Wonwoo shushes you with a hard kiss.

“Stop.” His dark eyes bore into yours, his fingers moving from your wrist to link with your bloodied hand as you watch with fascination how he holds it in a strong, unrelenting grip. You are suddenly reminded of the time you held his bloody hands after he killed Jacob. 

And suddenly it is easier to breathe.

With him near you, holding you and reassuring you, you suddenly feel just a bit better.

“You did well, little cherry. You did so good,” Wonwoo whispers, snaking an arm around your waist to hold you tightly against his large, warm body, your hands still linked. “I should not have left you alone. I should have taken care of this fucker long ago. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

His words are your undoing as you bury yourself deeper into his embrace, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as your entire body shudders, everything washing over you once again— the stalking, the fight, the attack. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” the firmness in his tone is oddly reassuring. “Look at me,” he commands and gently holding your chin, he forces you to meet his gaze. 

“You did not do this, okay? You were not here, you know nothing. I will take care of everything, do you understand me?”

Your heart beats loudly in your ears as you give him a shaky nod.

“Words, little girl.” His eyes darken and his grip on your chin tightens.

“I u-understand.” You whisper between sniffles, unconsciously turning your head to look at the lifeless body once again but Wonwoo interrupts, cupping your head and forcing your gaze back on him. 

The blood from his fingers transfers to your clean cheek when he wipes your tears. 

“Now listen to me, cherry.” His tone is calm but authoritative. “You are going to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Then, I will give you an address and you are going to go there and have a good night’s rest. In the morning, when you wake up, all of this will feel like a very bad dream.”

What? Panic surges through you.

“But Wonwoo—”

“Hush. You will do as I say and I will take care of the rest. I promise you, little cherry, everything will be okay.” He pauses as a smirk spreads on his lips. “After all, you know very well that this isn’t my first rodeo.” 

The way he says those words makes you believe that everything will truly be okay. You force yourself to nod, your eyes stinging with fresh tears as you softly speak. “I love you, Wonwoo.”

The man remains silent for a breath, his eyes piercing into the deepest parts of your soul while one of his hands gently caresses your neck and jawline, tracing the lines of the blood stain. Then, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours as he pokes his tongue into your mouth and kisses you languidly, eliciting soft, whiny moans from you.

“Oh, cherry,” he smirks, trailing little kisses all over your lips and chin. “I am holding back the urge to fuck you right here in his blood, you know.”

His words make knots form in the pit of your stomach, your heart racing at the thought of Wonwoo taking you right here, right now. 

“And I know you love the idea, my depraved little slut.” His grin grows bigger. “But we should not waste time. Now go do as you are told.”

You gaze at him, still unsure as he helps you get on your feet. Pushing you toward the direction of the bathroom, Wonwoo orders. “Do as you are told, cherry. I mean it. You would not want to see the real psycho.”

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The dreadful night passes by as you toss and turn restlessly in the sheets, lying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar cottage in the middle of the woods.

With the rise of the sun in the eastern sky, you get some shut eye after your mind is finally overtaken by exhaustion. When you wake up, the morning light is flooding into your room in the cabin. Your groggy eyes shift to the clock on the wall that reads 10 am.

For a moment, your mind remains blank as you try to figure out where you are. And then, the events from last night flood in and you bolt up, kicking the sheets away.

Oh fuck! Wonwoo!

You leap out of bed, rushing to the dressing table where the burner phone lies, fully charged. Just as you are about to dial Wonwoo’s number, you hear a strange string of sounds coming from outside your door.

Did someone break in? With your heart in your throat, you open the door and carefully pad out to the hallway. The second floor is quiet, empty and tranquil as the sun pours in through the window, illuminating the wooden floors. After carefully listening to the sounds for a couple of seconds you assume it is the sound of someone using the chopping board and the juicer machine. 

More confused than scared, you climb down the stairs, eyes eagerly searching for the person behind the noise.

As you place your feet on the floor after descending the flight of stairs, your eyes land on the man in the kitchen, his back facing you while he cooks as an array of ingredients and utensils lay on the counter. 

From the broad expanse of his back and shoulders, you immediately know who it is.

“Wonwoo!” Your voice, almost choked, overpowers the sizzling noise on the stove.

The man whips his head back in surprise before breaking into a smile that has your heart soaring.

Oh, thank god.

Without another word, you dash to him, leaping into his arms as you press your face against his hard chest, your fingers holding onto a tight grip around his waist like he will disappear any second.

There is no exchange of words as he hugs you back, even tighter, his fingers stroking your hair in a repeated soothing pattern. You inhale and exhale deeply, savouring the breaths as you let his scent and embrace comfort you.

“Did you sleep okay?” He asks, carding his fingers through your locks.

It is almost as if last night did not happen. It is almost as if everything is okay.

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes tight so that the threatening tears do not escape as you address the elephant in the room. “I was awake till almost dawn. Whenever I closed my eyes,” a shudder wracks through you, “I saw his face, blank and dead, staring back at me with so much hatred.”

“Hey,” your boyfriend loosens his hold on you, tilting his head back slightly to take a look at your face. Cupping your jaw, he assures, “It is all okay, I promise. He is gone for good.”

Your lower lip wobbles, “But— but what if someone looks for him? The CCTV cameras—”

“Hush, little cherry,” he presses his index fingers to your lips. “You do not need to worry about it in your pretty little head. I took care of everything.” His calm composure and the way he speaks each word start to break the bonds of worry in your mind. 

Maybe everything will be okay.

“What about you?” You ask, swallowing a lump in your throat. You let your eyes wander all over him, searching for a sign of injury. “Are you okay? Will you be okay? They can’t track you down right?” The possibility of losing Wonwoo scares you more than losing yourself.

“Oh, sweet cherry.” He smiles, relaxed and cocky. “I will be just fine. We both will be, I promise. Just trust me. You need to forget everything and just trust me.”

You nod, once again wrapping your arms around him. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to his heartbeat and repeat his reassurance in your mind.

It is not that you are not curious about what your boyfriend did to cover everything up. But more than your curiosity, you feel like it will be better for you if you know less. Your mind and sanity will spiral if you do. So for now, you will let it go. You will trust him and let it go. Maybe someday down the line, after years have passed and you are both safe and sound, you will ask him about it. Maybe.

But not now.

“Let’s have breakfast. I’m sure you are famished.” Wonwoo softly offers, guiding you towards the dining table and helping you sit down comfortably. The arrangement is quite grand for breakfast— almost brunch, an array of dishes placed on the table with mouth-watering aromas.

You thought you would not be able to eat a bite— especially since drinking plain water proved to be a hard job for you after last night but you eagerly dig in, savouring the delicious meal, the flavours bursting on your tongue, almost healing your broken soul.

You never knew egg rolls could be so delicious.

Wonwoo, sitting in front of you, watches you fondly, every now and then pushing the dishes closer to you. For a long time, silence prevails as you gobble down the food, the only sound prevailing is the clinking of your cutlery.

When you are almost finished with the meal and sipping on the orange juice that Wonwoo freshly squeezed, your boyfriend shifts on his chair as he pulls something out of his pocket.

His arm extends over the table as he places a box in front of you, small and made out of plush velvet. Frowning, you take a peek at his face to find him impassively looking at you, waiting for you to open it.

It looks like a jewellery box but if you remember correctly, today is not a special occasion. For a split second, as you hold the box in your hand, you panic, half expecting Joshua’s finger or something. Knowing Wonwoo, it would not be surprising because he would consider it romantic.

A gasp falls from your lips when you open the box.

It is a ring.

Right away you can tell it is expensive, an oval diamond sitting on a golden band, dainty but absolutely beautiful. You know this is too fancy to be a couple’s ring, not to mention the fact that you already have one.

So this could mean one thing and one thing only.

“Marry me.” He states, almost as if he’s commanding you.

You look at Wonwoo, his sharp eyes piercing into you and from the way you can see his jaw clenching, he almost looks…nervous.

Beads of tears gather in your eyes as you look back at the jewel, your heart beating deafeningly loud in your ears.

You committed murder with this man. The intensity of your bond is so raw and brutal that nothing will ever hold a candle to your relationship with him.

So, there can only be one correct answer.

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you push the box towards him. Wonwoo’s eyes widen, regarding you with alarm.

You hold out your hand and smile. “Put it on me.”

Click here for a bonus scene taking place a few years after the events of this story!

A/N: Okay, so this is officially the end of our journey with psycho Wonwoo. I hope it was enjoyable for y'all because I poured my blood, sweat and tears into this. So please like, reblog and leave a comment! I would love to here your thoughts so my ask is always open.

Also, I would like to take a moment to announce that I will not be able to update frequently for the next two months due to my extremely hectic schedule so bear with me. I will try to be as regular as possible with the sibilance series so if I can manage time, it should be out in the second week of November. For now, toodles and happy Halloween to those who celebrate! May you find your own psycho Wonwoo ;)

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i hope he knows just how huge of a move this is. these companies (NOT JUST HYBE) need to know that their artists will not stand for mistreatment no longer. LET THESE MFS BURN

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rough translation by wonujeononu on twitter

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pairing: hong jisoo x gn!reader genre: fluff, friends to lovers | wc: 2.65K summary: Joshua is drunk. You know this because he keeps smiling at you. a/n: this is entirely inspired by ep.1 of nana tour where shua is drunk and is just smiling at everyone like ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ the entire time // i love this boy with my whole heart // flashbacks are in italics!!!

Joshua Hong is drunk; you can tell. 

As the fire starts to slowly die out but the raucous laughter still rings out around the beach, Joshua keeps catching your eye. And it's because he's drunk. It's not the way his nimble fingers have stopped playing intelligible chords on his trusty guitar ("her name is Susan," he had told you the first night you slept over, too drunk to make it home after a rager), nor is it the way his rap battle with Chan had stopped making sense 4 verses ago. No, you can tell Joshua is drunk because every time he looks at you, he smiles. 

It's not his normal smile, warm and reassuring. No, this smile is reserved only for you, you realize. His eyes scrunch into upside down Us and his mouth scrunches up, and he looks like an emoji, and it's possibly the most endearing thing you've ever seen. And that smile, that adorable emoji smile, is how you know two things for sure: First, Joshua Hong is drunk. And second, you're hopelessly, irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The first time Josh smiles at you like that, he's dragging you home after one of Seungcheol's infamous parties (or you're dragging him - honestly, who knows?).

"Your house is too far," he pants, half from exertion, half from laughing too hard at heaven knows what. "You can sleep over at mine, I have extra sh-" his statement is interrupted by a burp, and the two of you dissolve into giggles all over again.

"Ew," you say, wiping tears from your eyes as you tamper down on a giggle threatening to escape you. "Joshua cooties. Jooties!"

He slips his arms through yours and drops a sloppy, drunken kiss into your hair. "Mmmm," he hums.. "Jooties. Yes." And then he smiles at you, and it feels like the world has dropped from under your feet.

It’s not the typical grin you’ve seen him flash countless times—no, this one is different. His eyes crinkle so deeply at the corners, turning into soft crescents, and his mouth curves upward in a way that makes his whole face light up. It’s the kind of smile that’s so sincere and pure, it seems to melt right into you, warm and gentle. His cheeks lift, and there’s a playfulness in his expression that feels intimate, like you’re the only one who gets to see this side of him.

And for the first time in two years, your heart skips a beat. Joshua Hong has never smiled at you like this before, and it’s the first time you wonder if maybe you love him.

The dying fire pops and Soonyoung jostles against you on accident, shaking you from your reverie. Joshua had already been looking at you, and when you meet his eyes, he smiles again, and it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest.

Needing a break from Mingyu's never-ending ad-libs, you nod your head away from the group, and he stumbles his way over, the corners of his mouth still twitching upwards as you lead him to a quiet stretch of the beach.

"Where are we going?" he asks, tripping over the consonants a little.

“Just wanted some fresh air,” you reply, settling on the cool sand. Joshua flops down next to you, the remnants of laughter still bubbling in the air.

The stars twinkle above, a cosmic array that feels almost too magical to be real. Joshua gazes up, his eyes wide and shining. “Do you think… do you think the stars have feelings?” he muses, his tone dreamy and childlike.

This is the part of Shua you love the most, you realize - the boy who always has so much wonder and curiosity about the world. “Like… what do you mean?”

“I mean, they’re up there all the time, shining away. Maybe they feel lonely?” He turns to you, his expression earnest despite his earlier drunken shenanigans. “What if they just want someone to look at them?”

The second time Joshua smiles at you like that is on a summer night, only a few weeks after Seungcheol’s party. You’re both lying on the grass outside your apartment, too tired from the long day at the beach to make it inside.

His leg is casually brushing against yours as he points out constellations.  His hand grazes yours, and you will yourself to be very, VERY still, your heart racing in your chest as you focus on the warmth radiating from him.

“Look!” he suddenly exclaims, pointing to a star twinkling especially bright in the dying summer light. “It’s the happiest star in the galaxy!”

You glance over at him, catching the way his profile is softly lit by the stars and the dim lights from your yard. He looks like a dream. You tear your gaze away, following his finger up into the sky. “Happiest star, huh?” you ask, trying to play along even though all you can think about is the heat from his skin. “Why’s that?”

Joshua turns his head toward you, and when you look back at him, you see that smile again. His eyes crinkle in the most endearing way, like they’re scrunched shut from happiness. His lips curve into a soft, easy smile that stretches across his face—completely unguarded, completely natural. His whole expression radiates warmth and affection, like it’s the kind of smile that could only exist when he’s with you, in this moment.

It’s so genuine, so full of quiet joy, that for a second, you feel like the whole world stops, and it’s just the two of you, lying under the stars.

“Because it knows how special we are,” he whispers, his voice soft and sincere. And for a brief, dangerous moment, you almost lean in and kiss him.

But you quickly look back up at the sky, heart pounding, only to notice that the star seems to be getting closer and closer. “Shua,” you say, laughing nervously, “that’s a PLANE, you idiot.”

You both burst into laughter, your bodies shaking as the absurdity of it takes over. When you finally calm down, you glance back at him, and he’s still smiling that same sweet, irresistible smile, like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It makes your chest ache, and that’s when you know you love him.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm, Shua?" You keep your eyes fixed on the stars above, afraid that if you look at him again, that smile—the one that makes your heart twist in all the best and worst ways—might undo you completely. One more glance, and you’re not sure if you’ll kiss him, cry, or both.

"Do you think the stars want someone to look at them?" His voice is soft, words slurred just enough to remind you how much he's had to drink. His hand reaches out, fingers lacing with yours. You wonder if he can feel your pulse quicken through the skin of your wrist, but you stay perfectly still, pretending it’s nothing more than another casual touch.

“Maybe,” you whisper, your voice barely loud enough to compete with the sound of the waves. You don’t dare look at him. “Or maybe we just like talking to them because they’re the only ones we can be honest with, you know?”

Joshua hums, a low, thoughtful sound. He tightens his grip on your hand, and for a second, the space between you feels smaller than it ever has before. "Maybe..." His voice trails off, the words slow, like he’s working through the haze of alcohol. "Maybe we should tell the stars a secret."

You swallow hard, your heart thudding in your chest. There’s something fragile about this moment, something you’re both teetering on the edge of, but neither of you is willing to leap. His hand stays in yours, warm and steady, grounding you even as the uncertainty lingers in the air between you.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, catching the faintest trace of that smile—the one you can’t quite get out of your head - and you tell the stars your secret. 

It’s quiet for a beat. Two. The waves crash against the shore, and you time your breaths to the sound of the tide. 

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you tell the stars?” he murmurs, voice slower now, soft and pliant. It sounds like love, you think. 

You feel a smile tugging at your lips, heart beating louder in your chest as you speak. “That’s a secret.”

Joshua shifts beside you, sand crunching softly under his weight. He doesn’t respond right away, and you can almost hear him smile. "Wanna bet it’s the same secret?"

The teasing edge in his voice catches you off guard. You turn your head, just enough to see the glint in his eyes, the lazy grin spreading across his face. “What are we betting?” you ask, almost breathless.

He leans in slightly, the smell of salt and campfire clinging to him, his voice dropping as he says, “A kiss.”

(For the record, you should have seen this coming. Sweet and doe-like as he can be, Joshua Hong is Yoon Jeonghan’s best friend)

The third time Shua smiles at you like he loves you, it’s a rainy July afternoon and you’re swaddled in blankets in his living room. Love, Actually is queued and forgotten on the TV as you and Josh throw popcorn into each other’s mouths. 

When you miss for the 12th time in a row, Josh looks over at the movie, and then back at you, eyes sparkling with something you can’t quite place. “You know, if we keep watching these cheesy rom-coms, I might just end up believing in love at first sight,” he teases, his voice light.

You snort, nudging him playfully. “Is that so? Careful, or you might fall in love with me.”

He leans back, a grin spreading across his face, and for a moment, you can’t help but admire how carefree he looks. “Who says I’m not already?” 

You launch a pillow at his head to hide how stunned you are. “Shut up, Shua.” The room suddenly feels too hot - he’s too close to you, to the truth. 

Jeonghan picks the perfect time to walk in the door, and the moment is broken. As he and Joshua engage in yet another fight about Jeonghan’s annoying habit of not taking his wet socks off, you steal a breath and try to calm your fluttering heart. When you finally find the courage to look at Joshua again, he’s already smiling at you - soft, sweet, and full of warmth. It terrifies you and exhilarates you, and the world around you fades away. 

Your breath hitches. For a moment, the world feels like it’s tilting, like the stars have drawn closer, hanging low enough to brush against your skin. You swallow, heart pounding, and manage to keep your voice steady. “You’re drunk.”

Joshua just shrugs, the corners of his lips quirking up like this is the funniest thing in the world. “That is a fact,” he says, still looking at you with those half-lidded, adoring eyes. “Want another?”

You glance away, the stars blurring above you, your mind racing. “Sure. Why not?” you murmur, trying to sound nonchalant, even though every nerve in your body feels like it's on fire.

He shifts closer, his arm brushing against yours. His next words fall softly between you, barely above a breath. “I love you. That’s the secret.” His eyes are warm, and for the first time tonight, the drunken haze seems to clear for just a moment. "Now pay up."

For a second, you can’t move. The waves crash softly in the distance, the laughter from the group fading into a low murmur as you process what he just said. The words hang in the air between you, delicate and heavy all at once.

You find your voice, though it comes out more as a whisper. “How did you know?”

He smiles again, softer this time, his thumb brushing your hand gently. “Because you have this one smile… one that you only give me. Like I’m the only person in the world that matters.”

The air feels too thin suddenly, and you blink, your heart racing. “You have the same smile,” you manage to say, your voice breaking just a little, as if the truth has snuck up on you, too.

His grin widens, that familiar warmth spreading across his face like it always does when he’s pleased with himself. "Match made in heaven then," he murmurs. "Now pay up."

For a beat, you just stare at him, your mind blank, the weight of everything settling in slowly. Then, before you can think too much about it, you lean in. Your lips meet his, soft and tentative at first, testing the waters—but the moment he kisses you back, the rest of the world fades away.

Joshua’s hand moves to cradle your cheek, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. He tastes faintly of alcohol, but underneath it, there's something familiar, something that feels like home. The heat from his body mingles with yours, and for a moment, nothing else matters but the way he feels against you.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, the world seems to settle back into place. The stars above twinkle faintly, and you’re aware of the soft crash of waves in the distance again. But Joshua’s still smiling—smiling in that way that’s reserved only for you.

“Told you it was the same secret,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Shut up, Shua.”

He laughs softly, his voice a warm rumble in the quiet night. “Can’t help it.”

The two of you fall silent again, the world shrinking down to just the two of you, the sound of the waves, and the stars twinkling above. You find yourself staring up at the sky, your hand still in his, as if nothing needs to be said. It feels like the universe is watching, waiting, holding its breath.

After a moment, you break the silence. “You remember that night… when you told me about the happiest star in the galaxy?”

Joshua chuckles beside you. “How could I forget?” He tilts his head back, eyes scanning the sky as if searching for that same star. “I told you it was smiling for us.”

You smile at the memory. “Yeah, and then you said it knew how special we were.”

His thumb brushes over your hand, the gesture gentle, like a reminder of the words you’ve both left unsaid for so long. “I guess I always knew,” he murmurs.

You glance at him, the soft glow of starlight casting his face in shadows, but there’s a light in his eyes, something quiet and real. “Knew what?”

“That we were special,” he says, his voice soft but certain. “You and me.”

Your heart skips a beat, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. You turn back to the sky, feeling the same sense of wonder from that summer night so long ago. The stars are still shining, still twinkling like they’ve been waiting for this moment.

You let out a breath, your voice barely above a whisper. “Think the happiest star is still watching us?”

Joshua smiles, and though you can’t see it fully, you can feel it—the same smile he’s always reserved just for you. “I think it’s still smiling.”

Neither of you says anything after that. The night stretches on, quiet except for the faint sound of the waves lapping at the shore. You lie there side by side, the cool sand beneath you, his hand still loosely holding yours. The sky above feels endless, full of stars that have seen nights like this before.

Somewhere in the distance, the stars twinkle, and Joshua looks over at you and smiles. 

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in this time or the others / choi seungcheol

notes: 1.3k // nothing but pure, sweet people in love lol // seungcheol brainrot. happy bday to the only man ever 🖤

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Oftentimes you would look at Seungcheol and wonder what you did in your past lives to deserve the chance of being with him.

You don’t know if your time with him is borrowed or not, and you’re not sure why your love for him seems to be the most secure of all kinds of love that you’ve experienced throughout your life, romantic or not.

It doesn’t make sense how steady your feelings are for him, unchanging (unless when it’s getting deeper) and never stopping, almost like you’ve always known how to love him. Like breathing. You just know how to do it without anyone ever teaching you how to–it’s natural and you can’t be without it. Quite literally at that, too.

You’ve never been this secure when it comes to relationships–what with your mostly bad experiences with them and everything–but it’s easy to fall in love with Choi Seungcheol even before he starts loving you back. It’s easy to drown in his eyes and get captivated in his existence. If this is how love is supposed to feel, like a dream you don’t wish to wake up from, then you hope you’ll be stuck in this feeling forever.

That word doesn’t even scare you anymore. Thinking about forever with Seungcheol only brings smiles to your face, even though in your life prior to him it scared the shit out of you due to its uncertainty and the insecurity your head would fuel your head with.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?” Seungcheol interrupts your thoughts, handing you a mug of hot chocolate as he takes his seat next to you. Always right next to you.

“Just… thinking of something.” You try to dismiss the topic, though Seungcheol narrows his eyes at you and demands you to explain.

“Something else?” Oh, that’s the kind of mood that he’s in. You grin at his antics, letting him continue. “Not me?”

On any other day, you would’ve played along and tried to get a reaction out of him, push his buttons and kiss the pout off his face. But there’s something about today that makes you feel a little cheesy, so you look into his eyes and smile, enjoying the confused look he’s sending you because he’s expecting some witty comebacks that you’d always throw his way.

“Always you.” You whisper like it's a secret as you find yourself drowning in the universe reflected in his eyes, holding his gaze as if it's the first time you've ever looked into them. He’s flustered, of course, having not anticipated you to react this way. “I think I can't go a day without thinking about you, really. Can anyone? I personally think we're all here to revolve around you. When you're not around, I cease to exist and kinda just not do anything until you step into my subspace again.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He groans, his palm covers your face in a desperate attempt not to let you see how flustered he actually is at the turn of your words while you simply laugh through his fingers. “I knew you wouldn't just say shit like that.”

“So rude.” You pout at him, knowing how much it annoys him when you do it at times like this. “Can't believe that's how you speak to your girlfriend.”

“You–”

“And they say you make people's hearts flutter. Do they know you're this combative with someone you love?”

“That's not–”

“I've fallen into your trap, haven't I?” You match his usual dramatics, feeling a little annoying as much as you are all soft inside. “I didn't think–”

“Shut. Up.” He repeats, pulls you into his lap, and strangles you into a cuddle because he couldn't ask you like a normal person.

You settle happily into his neck, leaving a kiss on his jaw before he maneuvers you into a more comfortable position. There's a happy hum flowing throughout your body, as if telling you that it's happy that you're where you are. That this is where you belong.

“I really was thinking about you, though.” You continue your prior topic, your tone more calm and relaxed, much like the rhythm of his heartbeat.

It's funny, really. He used to think being in love means butterflies and fireworks, a series of heartbeats skipping through its tempo, or a constant flutter in his stomach. After finding you, he realizes it's not just about that. It's the way he calms at the touch of your fingers, the way his eyes follow you everywhere you might be, the way his heart fucking melts everytime you gazes into his eyes and breaks into a shy smile.

He doesn't get fireworks in his chest when he kisses you. He gets a constant buzz of electricity throughout his body that keeps him afloat.

He doesn't get butterflies in his tummies when he wakes up next to you in the morning. He gets reassurance that this is what he wants to see every morning of his fucking life.

“Yeah?” He kisses the top of your head, asking you to elaborate. “What about me?”

“Do you think we've met before?”

A laugh slips past his lips before he pulls away and looks at you, searching for your face.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, I don't know. In another lifetime?”

Seungcheol blinks, not expecting the conversation to steer this way.

“I feel like I've always known you.” You continue, seemingly lost in your thoughts. “Like I've always known to love you?”

His breath actually stops at your words, his heart beating so hard it echoes all the way to his ears, and his arms tighten around you like a lifeline.

“I wouldn't say it feels like a deja vu. It just feels like… ah, I'm so bad at this. But it feels like I've always meant to love you?”

It takes a while for Seungcheol to manage the words out of his mouth, overwhelmed by his own feelings and how out of nowhere you spur these on him.

“I'm stealing that for our wedding, just so you know.” He says without thinking, and you two spend exactly seven seconds (he counted) looking into each other in flustered bliss, registering what Seungcheol has just said.

“What?” You almost choke on your word, and it's your turn to have your heart beating throughout your entire body.

“What?” He chooses to play stupid, like he didn't just bring up the W word even though it's been his wildest dream since the moment you let him take you home three years ago that feels like, well, another lifetime.

“I–”

“I feel the same, if you're wondering.” He cuts you off, not ready to actually talk about it even though it's simply obvious–dare he says–you'd marry each other. But he doesn't want to talk about it right now, when he's struggling to think straight because of the fuzzy feelings engulfing his entire being. “Like I've always meant to love you.”

Seungcheol could've sworn there are traces of tears in your eyes that you stubbornly and successfully blink away. But he can't tease you about it when he's currently trying to stop his trembling lips to stop himself from fucking crying.

“Perhaps we did meet before.” He suddenly answers your question that starts the discussion to begin with. “In another lifetimes.”

“Lifetimes? Plural?”

“Can't imagine a life where I don't have you by my side, really.”

“Hmm. And in our next one?”

“I'll probably meet you again.”

“Yeah? And what will you do?”

“Sweep you off your feet again, duh.”

“Arrogant bastard.” You grin, though not so opposed to the idea of meeting and loving him again in every single one of your lifetime. “I don't know. I think I'd want to try dating Wonwoo.”

Seungcheol makes a sound from the back of his throat that immediately throws you into a fit of laughter; and before he can say shit and actually get upset about your little joke, you slot your lips into his and shut him up. He's still putting on an act of being upset, but you don't really care because you just know he'd smile into the kiss in a matter of seconds. And when he does, you can't help but return the gesture before you two end up giggling to yourselves for no reason at all.

It is so easy to love Choi Seungcheol.

[mingycr]

“wonwoo,” you whisper, nudging his ankle with a sock-clad foot. “wonwoo, wake up.”

he grunts and mumbles something unintelligible, before his lips part and he lets out a soft snore. his hair is a mess—probably because he never seems to stay still when he’s asleep. you reach out and gently trail a finger down the bridge of his nose.

“wonwoo,” you try again. he shivers involuntarily. “baby, darling, light of my life. sugarplum. rubber duck. love boat.”

“i’m going to break up with you if you call me that again,” your boyfriend finally says, opening his eyes and squinting at you. you grin. he sighs, though it’s not a weary sound. more fond than anything else. loving, in the way only jeon wonwoo is. “what do you want?”

you lean over him, elbow brushing over his chest, and try to switch on the lamp placed on the bedside table. fumbling for the switch, you flick it on and blink when the room floods with soft amber light. you kick the duvet off of wonwoo’s legs, ignoring his startled huff.

moving back, you place both arms on either side of wonwoo’s head and hook a leg over his waist. his hands come up to grip your sides. despite his sleepiness, he smiles up at you—a slow, lazy one, the kind he gives you when he’s happy and content. it brings a smile to your own face.

“i want ramen,” you say in response to his question. “i’m really hungry.”

“really?” 

“really.” you nod.

his thumb rubs circles on the part of your hip where your shirt is ridden up. “and you couldn’t make it yourself?”

“you make ramen better than i do.”

“it’s literally three steps,” wonwoo says, amused. “it’s packaged food. it tastes the same regardless of who makes it.”

“it tastes different,” you insist. “please?” 

he laughs, chest rising with the movement. “okay, okay. if you say so.”

“thank you.” you bend down and kiss the corner of his mouth. “you’re the best. i’m the luckiest person alive, i swear.”

“flattery gets you nowhere,” wonwoo says, but when you clamber off the bed, he follows you to the kitchen after grabbing his glasses.

and there’s something so tender about this, so fragile, a delicate sort of thing that you will cherish and protect with your life—something special about cooking and eating ramen at midnight, specifically with him. 

it tastes different.

author’s note — wrote this because i was craving instant noodles last night at 2 am. unfortunately i did not have a jeon wonwoo to cook them for me & i didn’t have any ramen left at home 😔