#IT WAS SO HARD FINDING A GOOD SHOT OF WONWOO

[kwonkissed]

college!wonwoo who gets sick on campus one time and immediately develops a crush on the student nurse that assisted him at the health clinic.

you’re sweet and kind (like all nurses should be), but you’re also really chatty. talking about your humanities course and the readings you have that week. and wonwoo, being so whipped, just nods along thinking, “maybe I should read up on this sartre guy…”

when he leaves, he already misses the conversation. but he shakes it off. they’re cute and they’ve done your job, he thinks. now it’s time for him to get over it. except he doesn’t. because a few days later he finds himself back in the health clinic with an “earache”.

and he prays that you’re the one that attends to him that day, because if not, this would be really embarrassing. but it is you who opens the door to his room, a bit shocked that this cute boy has returned.

“hello, i’m— oh, it’s you. back so soon,” you quip, sanitizing your hands and walking over to him. “still having symptoms of your cold?”

“uh, no actually. something different. it’s,” he clears his throat. he’s never been a good liar. “um, it’s my ear this time.”

“hm, alright then,” you say with a smile. “i’ll get your vitals and check your chart, and then the doctor should be in shortly.” wonwoo nodded. you put the blood pressure cuff on his arm. your fingers dance across his bicep as you fit it around him, and he tries to will his racing heart to stop beating so hard — it’s going to give him away.

“everything looks good on my end,” you say as you flip through his paperwork. “it might be a minute, but a doctor will be in here. holler if you need me.” you give him a warm smile and turn to exit the room. ah, screw it.

“hey, I don’t know if this is too forward, but could i take you out sometime? or walk to you home? something?” wonwoo’s words spill out of him like a dam’s been broken. your eyebrows have shot you up your forehead, and wonwoo braces for this inevitable rejection.

you giggle. you’re giggling at him. wonwoo doesn’t know if this is worse than there being no response at all.

“aw, you’re cute,” you say, taking a step toward him. you bite your lip and look down at your watch. “i get off at two,” you whisper. a heat creeps up wonwoo’s face and it only makes you giggle more. god, he’d love to hear that sound forever.

“it’s a date then,” he says grinning. you beam back at him and close the door.

wonwoo’s so excited about seeing you later that when the doctor comes in for his appointment, he forgets which ear was supposed to be hurting.

[bluewhitehues]

99.9%

-Jeon Wonwoo× F.Reader

Summary: They have always loved each other 99.9%,they're just waiting for one of them to come 0.1% closer.

#BestFriendsToLovers =#IdiotsToLovers

Seungcheol is throwing a party today, because it's the last day of your vacation. Your close circle of 20 friends,which include the 13 boys and 7 girls, were on a week long trip to korea's countryside. And it was a blast, so much so that you think it was the best time of your life.

Initially, it started small but then your friends had other friends, who were friends with each other, or were in a relationship with each other..so that's how it expanded, and you all just clicked together.

Your slow burn/ non existent love story had lots of plots during all this chaos.

1. You fell down bad for him,the second you met him..and that's Jeon Wonwoo. (Tall, handsome,hot,cute as hell, caring,endearing, okay-stop or y/n can go about it all day long.)

2. You became friends then best friends and now? You're stuck in a friend zone for obvious reasons. Some of them being, 'he doesn't like me back', 'oh I'd ruin our friendship if I confess to him.'

Little did you know, you both were oblivious idiots!

There is subtle flirting involved from both the sides, which is covered under the facade of 'we are bestfriends, it's totally normal to be a little touchy, we are close, it's just a best friend thing.'

During this trip, your friends have seen you two being idiots and they have had enough of it, especially Mingyu and soyeon.

Mingyu knows wonwoo likes you, because they have been roommates for years and wonwoo is so obvious. Wonwoo doesn't even deny to mingyu's teasing anymore, he even talks to mingyu about you now.

And mingyu knows you like wonwoo too, becauseee ..you both are chatterboxes,you just don't stop blabbering and you click with mingyu well. You also don't hide from mingyu that you're in love with his bestfriend.

Which leads to the current situation.

Where you're standing in a red sleeveless bodycon gown, in the party of your last day of vacation, avoiding any chance and situation which will lead you to wonwoo. Because the way he looks right now, has been very dangerous for your heart since you saw him, all ready and fine as hell in a dashing black & white suit,with his black horn rimmed glasses. His eyes kept searching and following you,but you avoided them even before they can reach you.

Currently he is standing far away from you talking to some guys. And you are with soyeon. "Y/n, I think you need to breath." Soyeon nudges you with her shoulder, Letting out a chuckle.

"You don't understand soyeon, he was about to come my way and I almost died, my heart was beating like crazy, I can't handle it right now I'll make it very awkward, I'm so nervous." You sigh, trying to breath. Scanning if wonwoo is anywhere near you. You are pathetic you think. Couldn't even smile his way, what he must be thinking.

"Just go to him and shoot your shot I say." "He's been trying to reach you, since he entered the party. And don't get me started on the way he's looking at you." Soyeon says,you think she'll be happier than you, if ever something happens between you and wonwoo. She might even cry. Poor girl has seen alot. She's done with your moping.

You just ignore her, that's when mingyu enters. "Woah, you look good." He says to you. You chuckle,"you too, Mr. Handsome."

Wonwoo is watching this whole exchange, making him clench his jaw. You haven't even looked at him, or tried to find him in the party. But you're all cozy with mingyu already.

"Sooo, what did wonwoo hyung say?" Mingyu wiggles his eyebrows at you "I'm sure he's having a hard time right now."

"Don't even mention him mingyu, please. I've been avoiding him like the plague. He looks so handsome right now and I don't think I can be normal with him. I don't even know what would I talk with him. Please, don't let him come my way if you care about me." You ramble with your eyes big and concerned.

"Damn, okay bro chill." Mingyu chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaves giving a last look towards soyeon.

You notice mingyu with wonwoo at the bar counter. Sighing in relief that your good friend will keep wonwoo away from you. Little did you know, mingyu is talking to wonwoo about you.

"Hyung, I think y/n was searching for you earlier." He says making wonwoo look all confused. "Huh? Me?"

"Yeah i was talking to her, she mentioned something about not finding you." Oh mingyu is so excited for this.

"You were talking about me?" Wonwoo asks thinking about you and mingyu talking earlier.

"Uh, yeah, you should go to her."

And wonwoo soon enough is walking to you, as mingyu winks towards soyeon, she keeps talking to you. So, until wonwoo is too close to you, you don't notice him. And when you do, your eyes go big in slow motion, instantly noticing kim mingyu, standing straight in your vision line, behind wonwoo, smirking slyly at you. 'ohhhh fuckk you kim mingyu' you scream in your mind as soon as you realise what he did.

"Hi" wonwoo says over the music.

"H-Hii, wonwoo..you're here." You say startled.

"I have been here, I'm offended you took this long to notice me." Great, now he's sulking and that's..so..fucking cute..

You're staring at him without blinking, so,soyeon leaves you two alone, but not without giving you a little helping nudge to get you back to your senses. She was a little too helping, nudging you towards wonwoo, making you stumble.

And he catches you, your hands on his chest, his on your waist..all in just a second and boom...

"Woah, you ok?" He asks helping you balance on your feet.

"Y-yeah" 'why is he not removing his hands.' You're started to get breathless again, with him so close to you. He smells so good too,making you a little dizzy.

"You look beautiful." Wonwoo says what he has been wanting to say since he saw you. He's a little breathless himself. He knows he should release your waist now. But, he doesn't want to. He's a little bold today. The trip has been very helpful, he's been advancing a little by little. And he has noticed the way your breath hitches at his touch. So, he's not about to stop.

"I-I do? Thank you." You chuckle awkwardly.

He smirks slightly, as he pulls you to dance.

"Heyyy.." you complain furrowing your eyebrows at him "rude, atleast ask me if I want to dance." You say trying to keep up with him.

"If I'm rude then, what about the one,who ignored me for hours?" He says in your ear. And you visibly shudder, trying to calm your heart down, you didn't expect him to be so direct.

"Who ignored you, what are you talking about?" You try to play cool.

"You think I don't know you? You looked like you were avoiding me." Wonwoo says moving you gently through the dance.

"I did not do that, why would I avoid you." Your voice smaller now.

"Oh, now you're even lying to me." He raises his eyebrows.

"I didn't avoid you, I just i-was just preoccupied, I had alot on my mind." Well,now you're not completely lying you think.

"What that could be?" He asks again.

"I don't want to tell you." You squint your eyes at him, trying to be annoyed at him.

He chuckles,"okay fine."

He was about to say something but you cut him off. "And since when do you dance in parties?" You ask amused.

"Well, you were standing alone and I was alone, so why not?" He states looking at you. "And besides that, I couldn't stop myself."

"What do you mean by that?" You ask confused, yet your heart beating fast.

"Do you want to walk outside? There's a lake behind the bar." He asks, removing his hand from your waist and taking your hand in his.

And who were you to say no to him? So you nod, and he doesn't leave your hand. Not even when you're standing infront of the lake.

"Hmm, it's nice here, it's too hot in there." You say feeling the cool air on your skin.

"Yeah" He says, looking at you in such a way that you think you'd melt any second now. It doesn't help that he's saying it while removing something from your face, his knuckles grazing your cheek softly, you just can't stop staring at him. Not when he looks at you so softly,as if you're all that matters to him.

You gulp,just trying to feel the moment, not wanting to break your little bubble. You just want to go closer to him, so that there's no space left between him and you, but you don't dare to move.

He understands you too well,looking at your wanting doe eyes, he understands it all. You want him just as bad as he wants you. So,he cups your face with the same hand,gently. He gives you a small,amused smile. Slowly backing you up towards the railing. He's now close enough to you, nearly a centimeter separating you two. He slowly leans down to peck your pink dusted cheek. He's so soft with it, you think you're gonna lose it all for him. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" He whispers, leaning back to look into your eyes now. You melt, you just do. Deciding it's time to say 'fuck it' and let it just show, how down bad you're for him, and he is not just a best friend to you.

"Yeah, you did." "But I'm not complaining if you keep saying it." You say still looking up at him, biting your lower lip.

He smirks,"Yeah? You'd like that don't you?." He says pressing you even more to the back. "Hmm, imagine a guy handsome as fuck, looking so godly, saying it to you, then who wouldn't like it ." You say biting your lips harder.

"Hmm, now that's a first, coming from you." Your best friend says a little amused by you, as he swipes his thumb over the corner of your lips so you release them.

"Only if you knew." You whisper gulping, waiting for him to do something. And wonwoo is only but a weak soldier for you. So, he leans in closer towards your lips, "If you want to stop me, it should be now." But you've had enough of waiting. "God, wonu, if you don't kiss me right now I'm gonna kill yo-" "mhmm" He shuts you up instantly crashing his lips on yours, drawing a moan out of you. "Mhmm." He's gone, he can't believe he's finally doing this, he finally kissed you.

He just can't stop kissing you so feverently as if he has just tasted a medicine that would save his life. "Wonu" You mewl. "Yes, baby?" He asks breathless, pulling back catching his breath now. But you immediately pull him back, one of your hand,cupping his cheek. You also can't believe this is finally happening. And you don't want to stop. When you both pull back to catch breath. You can't help but blush, he also can't stop smiling stupidly at you. Lips swollen, glasses crooked, hair tousled. You shake your head at him, trying to fight the blush off.

You fix his glasses. He wipes the messy lipstick from around your lips. Again pressing a firm peck on your lips.

"Are we going back to the party?" You ask him, not knowing what to do or talk, still struggling to not blush.

"I don't want to, do you?" He asks you back and you shake your head no.

Then he knows where to take you.

Five minutes later, you're back in your room which you've been staying at for the whole vacation. As soon as the door is closed he's pinning you to it. "Woah, Jeon wonwoo, didn't know your game was like this." You say sliding your hands up to his neck.

"Hm? Then what did you think my game was like?" He asks,kissing your bare shoulder.

"Um,boring?" You say. He pulls back,looking you in the eye,raising his eyebrow. "Really? You think this is the time you should challenge me like that?" He asks squeezing your waist.

You chuckle, "Just being honest, didn't think you'd catch on. I've been waiting since nearly 2 years. You didn't do anything."

"That's because, i didn't think you like me back." Wonwoo says.

"Everybody knew." You let out a laugh.

"Well everybody knew about me liking you too, but you didn't.. so i guess we're both idiots as mingyu says." Wonwoo says shrugging.

"Soo, you,like me? " You ask innocently, and he chuckles, pulling you off the door and taking you towards bed. He makes you sit on the bed and he sits close to you,facing you. He pinches your nose, "sillyyy..I love you." He says, eyes just as soft as ever. And you scoot closer to him, feeling like you will cry any minute. You hug him close, burying your nose in his neck. "And I too love you, wonu." You clutch him tight. He sighs, relieved,finally now that he knows, the love of his life loves him back.

He holds you tighter, kissing your head and rubbing your back. That's when you let out a sob, and he's alarmed, his eyes widening as he tries to look at you. "Hey, baby..why are you crying." "Look at me, please." He says lifting your face. And you keep crying,leaning into his touch as he wipes your tears. "I-I wondered if you'd ever love me back." You sniffle. "I love you so much that it hurt wonwoo."

His own eyes fill up with tears as he listens to you, cause he knows all too well how that feels. He also has spent endless nights crying for you. Wanting nothing but just for you to love him back.

"I know, love, I know how that feels trust me, it was hard." "But now you have me, look.. all yours, not just your bestfriend." He smiles shyly, "but as your boyfriend, if you'll have me."

And your heart flutters so good ."You can't back down from this." You say wiping the stray tears, sniffling quietly.

"Have me beheaded if I ever do that." He says desperately, as serious as ever.

You laugh throwing yourself in his arms,"It's a deal then." He tackles you in the bed and yelp. "Wonuuu" He cages you, with his hands on the side of your head. Looking at you lovingly, "you can't back down either." "Fuck, does that mean you're my girlfriend now?" He asks as if it's not obvious. "Hmm, your girlfriend." You say caressing his lower lip, looking him in the eye knowingly.

"You drive me crazy,seriously." He sighs,removing your hands from his lips,dropping his forehead on yours. "Wonu" You whisper as he starts pressing small kisses all over your face and neck. "Hm?" He asks as he kisses the corner of your lips.

"You looked so fucking hot today." You say trying to sneak your hands in his suit jacket, so you can shrug it off his shoulders.

He smirks,"Really?.. Is that why you didn't want me near you? Avoided me the whole party huh." He leans back sitting on his knees, removing his jacket even more slowly,agonizingly. And fuck now he's loosening his tie, not removing it but leaning down on you.

"Yess" You let out with a shudder, as he drags his hand from your cleavage to neck,your chest heaving rapidly.

"Be honest,baby,you wore this dress for me,didn't you? Knowing it'll drive me mad, have me awestruck. I couldn't take my eyes off of you, you looked so damn gorgeous." He says, eyeing you like he's gonna devour you.

"I hoped you'll like it." You smile shyly,but your actions totally opposite to it, pulling him down by his tie. Kissing his jaw, then his neck, making him sigh.

"I was just waiting to confess to you,this trip made me realize how much I need you around me, how adorable you're and how I can't wait anymore to tell you what I feel." He tells you looking into your eyes again. "And then I saw you today,you were so nervous around me and I could just feel that may be,may be,you feel the same about me. And now I'm thinking I should have done this sooner." He smiles sheepishly.

You shake your head smiling at him. "I'm glad you realised, and I'm glad you finally asked me out, god, now that I think about it, I'm getting so angry at you, why the fuck did you take so long." You shove your knee in his stomach(not too hard though).

"Ah-oww,heyy... I'm sorry okay." You scowl at him but rub his stomach where you hit him. "Sorry is not gonna cut it." You say.

"Then tell me what do you want." He asks, as he smoothens your furrowed brows.

"Make up for all the time we have lost." You say sincerely. Wanting nothing but his love daily for the rest of your life. "I want you to love me like you mean it, I want you to be with me as much as you can."

He smiles softly at you,"You don't even need to say that baby, I love you and I want to take care of you,I'm just so thankful for you, you have no idea." And you both just stare and stare at each other,until wonwoo comes closer to you,capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

Sweet kisses turn into a make out session,which leads to him trailing kisses down your neck,till your cleavage. Your reactions tell him whatever he needs to know, still he asks, "Do you want me to stop, baby?" You shake your head at him. "Don't...I'm all yours,and you're mine."

"That's right baby, thats right." He groans into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin,nibbling it, leaving a trail of little marks.

"Are you not gonna take off your shirt."You ask impatiently tugging his shirt. He chuckles darkly,"Whatever you want baby." And you think you've been blessed, as you're gifted with the sight of him taking his shirt off, his chest expanding and abs on full show as he takes the shirt off completely, throwing it to the side.

You gulp,choking on your words not knowing what to say. He tries to suppress his smile, taking your hand to place on his firm and broad shoulders. "I'm all yours,remember?" And that,has you moving your hands. Dragging from his shoulders, to chest and to the abs,and then again back up,slowly. Wonwoo thinks he's in a dream right now. You press yourself more onto him, as he lowers down on you, chest touching your chest. He captures your lips again,swallowing all the sounds that you make. It all has him already dizzy. You help him take your dress off. "Fuck,you're so beautiful, love." He whispers,drinking you in. He lowers down placing feather light kisses all over your body,your ankles,knees,thighs,stomach,chest,hands,neck and cheeks. Your whole body tingling at his sweet touch. "Wonu,baby." You whisper,breathing erratically. "Yes,baby..tell me." He says, kneading the soft flesh of your belly and waist.

"Please, I need you,need more." You gasp when his hand finally slides up to your chest,palming and squeezing it "Whatever my babygirl needs." He whispers lowly in your ear. Tongue darting out to lick it,nibbling it. He places open mouthed kisses till your chest,he looks up at you as he moves down,keeping an eye contact with you. He makes you feel good,gives you everything you want and need.

He doesn't forget to tell you how much he loves you, when you finally make love.

You feel whole, you feel loved. It's like a spark,when two soulmates meet. That night,you sleep in wonwoo's arms,he holds you to himself, keeping you safe and warm.

When the morning comes, you're woken up by the sound of someone knocking on your door, "Miss y/n, Mister Jeon Wonwoo,wake up or are you guys planning to spend your honeymoon here." You hear the snickering, that was mingyu and you're gonna smack his ass. You sit up and groan, "Y/n and Wonwoo, Sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love Then comes marriage Then comes bab-" and that's hoshi, "SHUT THE FUCK UP HOSHI, WE ARE COMING JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE." Wonwoo shouts at them and they go away snickering.

"I don't want to go out there,they're gonna have too much fun with this. " You huff.

"It's okay, I'm here, I'll handle them." Wonu says,sleepily kissing your cheek. "You always are." You smile kissing his bare shoulder. You're near the washroom door, in your long oversized tshirt when wonu calls you,"Babe, i gotta go to my room, my bag and clothes are there,I'll see you outside later?" "Yeah okay,see you." You smile,he's wearing his white shirt from yesterday,pants already on, hair messy,he's so cuteee.. a stark contrast from his yesterday's self.

When you get ready and pack all of your things, you go outside and wonwoo's already there. He gets up, helping you with your bags. When you sit and make eye contact with mingyu,who's sitting right infront of you and smirking at you so annoyingly, you roll your eyes and sigh. "Don't say a word, I'm warning you."

"I mean, do I not even deserve a 'Thank you mingyu, you're the best cupid ever.' ??" He pouts and blinks at you. "You're so annoying, be glad I'm not punching you in the face right now."

"Oh, let's all calm down ..you know we were just helping you." Here comes soyeon, smiling ear to ear,putting her arm over your shoulder and pulling you to her.

"Oh yeah, I was wondering why you didn't talk yet." You huff.

"Oh I know you wanna talk to me, don't you." She starts wiggling her eyebrows,trying to tickle you with her hand on your sides. "so,tell me everything-" "Tell you what, oh my god seriously, get away from me, grow up you guys." You get up laughing, escaping soyeon somehow.

"Oh, how fast do they grow up, soyeon see, who's telling us to grow up,we literally taught her to walk,holding her hands-" You throw a pillow at mingyus face,having enough of him.

"Okay, time to go everyone." Seungcheol announces, as him,wonwoo,vernon,jun- finish loading up everyone's luggage in the cars.

When you're walking down the porch, wonwoo comes to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder. You blush,"Are you driving?" You ask him. "Yeah,and you're sitting beside me." He pulls you to the car, opening the passenger seat door for you. "Can we sit in the back? Or you guys wanna be alone?" Chan says, as he's about to sit in the back,with somi and aeri.

Wonwoo rolls his eyes,telling chan to just shut up and sit. "Anyone except mingyu and soyeon can sit here don't worry." You say purposely,because mingyu was passing by towards his car.

"Okay lovebirds whatever,you enjoy." Mingyu replies smugly.

You sigh,"Thank god,those two are not in the same car as us, I have had enough of their teasing."

Wonwoo laughs as he starts the car,"When have they not teased us? They are always going at it. This whole trip has been about them teasing us." Chan laughs in the back seat. "Seriously, you two used to act so oblivious to each other."

Flashback :Day 1 of the trip.

"Y/n, no." Wonwoo stops you from pouring another glass of alcohol. "Enough,you've already had too many."

You whine,pouting at him,"But we are on a vacation."

"That's true but,you're going to feel sick tomorrow." Wonwoo puts the alcohol out of your reach.

"Okayy" You whisper, as you lay your head on his shoulders.

He smiles softly at you. You cling to his arm,playing with the sleeves of his hoodie. And you fall asleep just like that. "Y/n, y/n get up-" Wonwoo tries to wake you up. But you just cling to him more and frown in your sleep,so he decides you won't get up anytime soon,he lifts you up in his arms and takes you to your room, making you lie down on the bed. He controls the urge to kiss your forehead or cheek. Just settling with, gently tucking your hair out of your face. He smiles again softly as he leaves the room.

You wake up abruptly around 2:30 in the morning. You sit up holding your head,it feels heavy. You look around and notice somi,your friend and roommate for the trip, is not beside you.

You walk out, knowing wonwoo must be awake- and sure enough he's playing game on the computer. You go and sit on the chair beside him. "Oh- you woke up? Why?" He frowns,pausing his game to look at you.

You shrug,"I can't sleep alone, somi isn't there." "How did I end up in my room by the way?" You ask him with a little frown.

"How do you think?" He ruffles your hair gently,"you wouldn't stop drinking,then fell asleep on my shoulder, so I took you to your room." Your cheeks flush at the thought. "Ohh" You mutter. He chuckles at you,"Wait just let me turn this game off." You nod,confused. He gets up and goes to kitchen, bringing you water and pills for headache.

"I didn't even say my head is paining,how did you know?" You frown as he puts the pill in your hand and opens the bottle cap for you.

"You don't need to say,i know it." He says looking at you so softly.

"I don't think somi is coming back to the room, she fell asleep on the couch..you should go sleep,I'll sit with you till you fall asleep?" You nod at him, cause you really do need to sleep.

You lie down on your bed, as he sits on the chair beside you. He plays with his mobile, cause if he looks at you sleeping,his heart will not stop with it's greed, to stare at you as much as he wants,to admire you and love you,and to fight the urge to risk it all for you.

But you,don't know how did you get so brave(or shameless?). It's the alcohol maybe, You're openly staring at him, wanting him to be close to you.

"Why are you staring at me now?" He turns to you, trying to suppress his smile,he's so fond of you.

Instead of answering him, you just take his hand in yours and sleep on it, by resting your cheek on his hand. "I feel like you'll go away when I sleep, so my brain isn't letting me fall asleep." You know that's pure bullshit, you just want to hold him. But he doesn't know it. And you've the excuse of being intoxicated anyway.

He doesn't think he can get anymore fond of you,he was shocked at first but relaxed soon. Physical touch is not a new appearance between you two.

"Relax peach, I'm right here, you can sleep." He smiles fondly at you,as he uses the nickname for you. And soon enough, you fall asleep. He keeps staring at you fondly, as he rests his head on the arm of the chair. When he's sure you're asleep, he doesn't resist his heart this time and kisses your forehead ever so lightly. His heart feels warm with the love he feels for you. And he also falls asleep just like that.

"I saw wonwoo, coming out of y/n's room in the middle of the night." Says hoshi as everyone is eating the breakfast on the table.

"Oh my god...you guys? Finally?" dokyeom exclaims loudly.

Your eyes go wide, as you groan at them. "Oh my god" You turn to look at wonwoo (as obviously he's sitting right beside you.) "Is their brain in gutter? How can they not think normally?"

"How is that normal that he was in your room and sneaked out at midnight?" Says hoshi.

"Oh my god, I DID NOT sneak out." wonwoo groans. "I don't even know why even I'm explaining to you guys, but somi was not there and y/n couldn't fall asleep alone,she had a headache and I was just sitting their till she fell asleep and I left as soon as somi came and woke me up. You saw it all ..somi, why are you not saying anything."

Somi snickers watching all the drama,"What? this was fun to watch." Wonwoo huffs.

"But this is even worse, don't you all think? wonwoo hyung stayed awake beside y/n, he took care of her, i mean how romantic that is." Mingyu says with a hand on his heart.

And all of them are back at teasing you two again.

This is how it has been for them, they could see you two being 99.9% close, and all of them were helping to push out that 0.1%.

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Author's note: Hope you guys enjoy this one, I've written it after so long, it was meant to be a quick one shot but I kept writing it for days. 🚶‍♀️‍➡️

Anyway please enjoy this!😭🫶🏻

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Chapter 5: Forever Bonsai 'ed & Epilogue

Summary: As a writer with a mildly cynical take on love, you’ve always believed people have a “type”—a pattern they never stray from when it comes to dating. And Kim Mingyu? He’s the textbook definition of someone who wouldn’t go for someone like you, nor would you go for him. But you test your theory when a fateful run-in with your charming neighbour sparks an unexpected attraction.

The plan? Go on dates with him and count how many it takes before your heart gets involved—if it ever does. But Mingyu is unpredictable, effortlessly breaking down your carefully constructed walls with every smile, every late-night conversation, every moment that feels too easy to be just an experiment.

The real problem? Secrets never stay secrets for long. And when Mingyu finds out the truth behind your so-called theory, will it prove you right, or that love doesn’t follow the rules you thought it did?

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕smut

Word Count: 7782

Pairings: Neighbor! Mingyu x Journalist! Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Neighbours AU! Fake Dating AU! (but only one is fake dating. It’ll make sense when you read it, lol). Non-Idol AU!. 

Content Warnings: lots of emotions yn being a sad sap but its very much warranted, its soft actually lots of growing up. yn’s parents are the best and wonu is being a snappy little shit, bonsai’s ig are some sort of hazardous plant in this story, very wholesome and soft moments between the two. tension between wonwoo and yn and not the good kind but it heals over time.  Smut Warnings: mingyu being a horndog but who can blame him, they both are horndogs, unprotected sex, very longing and deep sex idk? praise, and big dick! mingyu because ofc. slight edging, soft aftercare, cumming inside, oral sex (female recieving) cum licking. fingering.  Author's Note 1: I'd be remiss if I didn't thank the lovely people who helped beta this monster of a story. thank you @lovetaroandtaemin @nebulousbrainsoup @strxwberry-skiess for your patience time and love thank you guys so much!! Author's Note 2: welp and with that! this series is done, thank you all so much to those who read, and gave me feedback, or yelled all of it was so appreciated, what a beautiful way to end my time here on tumblr, thank you all so much 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 🩷 (don't worry I'll still come here time to time maybe reblog gifs or something, but as for writing, I'm closing that book for now--see what i did there? HAHAH) Series Masterlist

The following morning, you wake up tangled in your sheets, the weight of everything sitting heavy in your chest. The apartment is too quiet, but your thoughts are louder than ever. Last night plays in loops—every word, every silence, every look that said too much and not enough.

You sit up slowly, rubbing your face. Your eyes sting. The air feels too still.

Without thinking too hard, you start packing a small overnight bag. Just a few essentials. A charger. Your journal. Something that smells like home.

It’s not an escape. It’s a pause.

You lock the door behind you and exhale, hoping it’s the first breath of many that finally feels clear.

When you finally emerged from your room, Joshua and Wonwoo were at the kitchen table, finishing breakfast. Joshua looked surprised to see you up and about. “Hey. Where are you going?”

You hesitated, shifting the duffle bag on your shoulder. “Home. To my parents’ place.”

Joshua’s brows knitted together. “Wait, for good?”

You shook your head. “Just for a while. I need some space... to think.”

Wonwoo glanced at you, his expression unreadable. “Running away from your problems? Smart,” he muttered.

Joshua shot him a warning glare. “Wonwoo.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m not running away. I just... I miss them. I think I need a break from the city. From... everything.”

Joshua’s face softened. “How long will you be gone?”

You shrugged. “A couple of weeks, maybe. I have some annual leave saved up. I’ll figure it out.”

Joshua looked like he wanted to offer you a ride, but you shook your head. “It’s fine. I’ll take a cab to the station.”

As you reached the door, Joshua suddenly pulled you into a tight hug. “Text us when you get there?”

You nodded against his shoulder. “Yeah, I will.”

Wonwoo remained in his seat, his jaw clenched. “Not me. I couldn’t care less.”

The sting of his words made you wince, but you just nodded and slipped out the door before your emotions could betray you.

~~ 

As you waited in the lobby for your cab, tapping aimlessly on your phone screen, you heard someone behind you.

“Y/N?”

You turned—and of course, Mingyu. Tall, messy-haired, slightly out of breath like he’d rushed to catch you.

Why was everyone awake and functioning on a Sunday morning?

“Where are you going?” He asked, eyes narrowing at your bag.

“Uh… home.” You gave a small shrug.

“Wait—for good?”

You shook your head. “No. Just for a while.”

He looked at you for a long beat. “Why?”

You hesitated. “I think… I just need to get out of everyone’s way for a bit. I’ve been making a mess of things.”

Mingyu frowned. “Did something happen with the guys?”

“No. It’s not them. It’s me.” You pressed your lips together. “I’ve been a bit of a baby. I just… keep screwing things up and then wondering why no one’s patient.”

“That’s not true,” Mingyu said quietly. “You just... have a habit of realising things when it’s already too late.”

You nodded, eyes stinging.

“How are you?” You asked, just to change the subject.

“I’ve been better.” He smiled faintly. “But I’ve also been worse.”

“Can’t get a cab,” you said, staring at your phone.

“I’ll drop you.”

“Mingyu, you don’t have to—”

“Let me. It’d make me feel better knowing you got to the station okay.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, hesitating. “Can I blackmail you with the fact that you’ve broken my heart twice now?”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. That’s fair.”

You didn’t say anything else as he drove, except for the occasional sniffle that betrayed you.

“Is it cold?” He asked gently.

You shook your head.

“When’s your train?”

“1:30.”

“Perfect.” He pulled over and turned to look at you. “Y/N. Look at me.”

You didn’t.

“I know you’re crying.”

You finally glanced his way.

“You look like Rudolph,” he said, reaching up to wipe at your cheek. “You really want your parents thinking I’m the one who made you cry?”

You cracked the smallest smile. “They’d believe it.”

“Y/N,” he said again, voice quieter now. “You don’t have to apologise for everything.”

“But I should,” you whispered. “The bonsai, the article, the whole ‘I love you—wait, never mind’ thing.”

“I’m not mad,” Mingyu said, squeezing your hand. “A little hurt? Yeah. But it’ll pass.”

You didn’t trust yourself to answer, so you just nodded.

He parked the car and got out before you could argue, grabbing your bag and walking ahead like it was just the natural next step. You followed silently, letting him lead you to the platform.

“Lovely couple,” an old lady said as she passed, her voice kind and lilting.

“Thank you,” Mingyu answered automatically.

You blinked at him. “Why didn’t you correct her?”

He shrugged. “She seemed happy thinking that. Why ruin it?”

You were quiet for a moment. “You know she’s right, though. I will see you again.”

“Then stop crying so much.”

You smiled, even through the new wave of tears. “I’m glad I’m crying here. It’s poetic.”

He laughed, hand slipping into yours.

“I’ll pick you up from here when you’re ready,” he said. “Just let me know.”

You bit your lip. “Can I ask you for something selfish?”

“Anything.”

“Can you stay with me? Just until the train comes?”

“I wasn’t going to leave.”

You leaned into his side, letting his arm curl around you. The silence was warm this time.

“You’re not running again, right?” He murmured.

You tilted your head. “Wouldn’t it be easier?”

“Maybe.” His thumb stroked your shoulder gently. “But it would suck.”

“Do I make you miserable?”

He didn’t answer, just held you closer. That was enough.

When the train pulled in, you stood, and he helped you with your bag. Before you could climb on, he peeled off his hoodie and placed it in your hands.

“You’ll freeze,” you said.

“My car’s right there. I have extras.”

“Why give me this one?”

“So you’ll come back.”

“I would’ve come back anyway.”

“I needed the insurance.”

You grinned.

“Sir, we need passengers who aren’t travelling to disembark in the next two minutes.”

Mingyu lingered.

“Text me when you get there,” he said. “I can pick you up. Or bring you back. Or both.”

You nodded.

“Y/N?” He said again, quieter this time.

“Yeah?”

He pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Take care, okay?”

Another kiss. One more.

Then he was gone, walking back to the platform with his hands in his pockets and a look on his face like he was holding it all together with string.

You boarded the train.

His hoodie smelled like laundry detergent and cedarwood. You wrapped yourself in it, closed your eyes, and let the city roll away behind you.

You were going home, for now. But it didn’t feel like running this time. Just a breather.

And maybe that was enough.

~~

You didn’t even realise how badly you needed to be home until you were wrapped in your mother’s arms. The second she opened the door, all the strength you had been trying to muster crumbled into a flood of tears. Your mother held you tightly, whispering reassurances even though she had no idea why you were crying.

You buried your face into her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender from her cardigan. “I missed you,” you choked out, voice muffled.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay. Come inside. You’ll feel better once you’re settled,” she cooed, guiding you through the threshold.

As you made your way to your room, you caught sight of your dad, hunched over the dining table, scribbling into his crossword book. “Hi, stranger,” you called out, voice strained but attempting cheerfulness.

Your father looked up, eyes widening. “Y/N!” He jumped to his feet, wrapping you in a bear hug. “Who do I need to beat up for making my daughter cry?”

You couldn’t help but laugh through the tears. “No one, Dad. I just... I missed you guys.”

Your parents exchanged a look — one of those silent conversations that couples seemed to master after years together. Your mother nodded knowingly. “Go freshen up, honey. We’ll have some food and something to drink ready for you when you’re done.”

You nodded, grateful for the space to collect yourself. As you headed down the hall to your old room, the memories hit you like a tidal wave — the posters you never took down, the bookshelf crammed with your favorite stories, and the cozy quilt your grandmother made. You sat on the edge of your bed, breathing in the nostalgia, letting it ground you.

After a long, hot shower, you felt marginally better. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, and you saw Mingyu’s name on the screen. You hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Hey,” you greeted softly, towelling off your hair.

“Uh, hi. You never said if you got there okay,” Mingyu’s voice was cautious, unsure.

You closed your eyes, trying to keep your voice steady. “Sorry. I got here fine. Just... cried a lot when I saw them. I guess I didn’t realise how much I needed to see my parents.”

“Yeah. That makes sense,” Mingyu murmured. There was a pause, and you could almost hear him trying to figure out what to say next. “Cool. Um, I should go. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Before you could respond, the line went dead. You stared at the phone, fighting the ache in your chest.

Later that evening, after dinner, your parents sat with you in the living room, sipping on glasses of wine. Your father nudged the bottle closer to you, raising an eyebrow. “You look like you could use this.”

You gave a weak smile, pouring yourself a glass. You took a sip, savouring the comforting burn. “It’s my fault. I messed up. I acted like an idiot,” you admitted.

Your dad shook his head. “I didn’t raise an idiot. Stop calling yourself that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t even know what happened yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. Everyone makes mistakes. Doesn’t mean you’re an idiot. Just means you’re human.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

You ended up telling them everything — from the article experiment to the fallout with Mingyu, and how your insecurities had led you to pull back when he said he was ready to love you. You left out the more intimate details, of course, but you could see the concern etched into your parents’ faces as you talked.

Your mom gave you a pointed look. “So why did you say you didn’t love him?”

You hesitated, swirling the wine in your glass. “Because I don’t. I mean... I’m not sure.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sweetie, you love him. You may not know it yet, but you do. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have worked so hard to make it happen. You wouldn’t be sitting here, crying over him.”

Your father chimed in, his tone gentler than before. “Love doesn’t always hit you like a train, kiddo. Sometimes it creeps up on you. Just because you don’t have all the answers right now doesn’t mean you’re wrong to feel what you feel.”

You sniffed, wiping at your eyes. “Wonwoo said I’m someone who can’t take accountability. He said it’s hard to be my friend sometimes.”

Your dad’s expression softened. “It’s not easy, learning how to face your own mistakes. But the fact that you’re here, reflecting on it, means you’re trying. You’ve always been sincere when it comes to fixing what you break.”

You took a shaky breath, finally admitting, “I’m just scared. Of ruining things even more. Of hurting him. I don’t know how to fix this.”

Your mother placed a gentle hand on yours. “Take your time. Don’t rush it. Sometimes the best way to make amends is to give each other space to breathe. He cares about you — that much is obvious. But you can’t force him to forgive you. You can only be honest with him when the time comes.”

You stayed with your parents for a little over a week, letting the comfort of home wrap around you like a warm blanket. You started writing again, not an article to impress anyone, but one that was true to your own story — one that was raw and honest. You didn’t hide behind metaphors or clever phrasing. You just wrote how you felt — about Mingyu, about your mistakes, and about what it meant to be vulnerable enough to love someone.

Your dad caught you writing at the dining table one morning and smiled. “Looks like my writer’s back.”

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah. I think I’m ready to face everything now.”

~~

The suitcase clicked shut with a finality that felt heavier than it should have. You stood still for a second, your fingers wrapped tightly around the handle, just listening to the quiet hum of the house.

“You packed the snacks I gave you, right?” Your mom called from the kitchen.

“Yes, Mom,” you said, smiling softly as you stepped into the doorway.

Your father looked up from the newspaper. “Train’s in an hour. You want me to drive you?”

You shook your head. “I’ll cab it. I think I need the ride to... breathe a little.”

They both came to the door to hug you goodbye. Warm, lingering squeezes that told you without words that you were always welcome to run back, no matter how old you got.

“Text us when you reach,” your mom whispered against your cheek.

You nodded, throat too tight to answer.

By the time you were standing at the platform, duffel slung over your shoulder and your coat pulled tight around you, the weight in your chest hadn’t lifted—but your spine had straightened.

Tucked under your arm, nestled carefully beside your bag, was a tiny bonsai you’d picked up from a roadside nursery near your parents’ place. You figured if you were going to start over with Mingyu, it might as well be with a little on-the-nose symbolism.

You were going back. To Seoul. To the mess. To the people you loved and sometimes hated and often didn’t understand.

You didn’t know what you’d say when you saw Mingyu.

But you were done running.

You just had to show up.

~~

When you arrived at Seoul station, you barely had time to take a breath before someone startled you from behind.

“Boo!”

You jumped, dropping the plant in your hand, and watched in horror as it landed directly on Mingyu’s foot.

He yelped, hopping on one leg. “Seriously? Bonsai assault, part two?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, tears pricking your eyes. “Sorry, sorry!”

Mingyu leaned down, picking up the poor, slightly cracked plant. “You have a knack for using these as weapons.”

You smiled, wiping at your eyes. “Maybe it’s a sign.”

“Of what? That you want to break my toes?”

“No,” you murmured, stepping closer. “That I’m always going to find a way back to you.”

Mingyu’s eyes softened, his hand gently brushing yours. “Yeah? I could live with that.”

“Wanna grab something to eat?” Mingyu asked, falling into step beside you as you both emerged from the station.

You shook your head, tugging your cardigan tighter around you. “Actually… I was thinking of just heading home. Kinda exhausted.”

He nodded, matching your pace. “Home-home or apartment-home?”

You looked up at him. “The latter.”

Mingyu grinned. “Cool. Mind if I tag along? I’m in the mood for comfort films and questionable snack choices.”

You smirked. “I was literally about to say Disney and popcorn.”

“Well then,” he said, mock-bowing as he opened the car door, “a perfect gentleman shall escort you.”

~~

“Shua?” you called as you stepped inside the apartment, slipping your shoes off. Mingyu trailed behind you, grocery bag in hand.

He glanced around. “No one’s home?”

You poked your head into the hallway. “Double date night for them. Joshua left a note.”

Mingyu’s answering grin was all teeth. “Thank fuck.”

Before you could respond, his arms were around your thighs, lifting you off the ground with ease.

“Mingyu!” you squealed, half-laughing as he carried you toward your bedroom.

“Don’t act surprised,” he said, nudging the door shut behind him with his foot. “You know I’ve been thinking about this since the train.”

He sat down on the bed with you in his lap, one hand on your waist, the other already cradling the back of your neck as he kissed you, slow, deep, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

You kissed him back, melting into his hold as his hands slipped under the hoodie you were still wearing. His breath caught.

“Wait—” His fingers brushed over bare skin. “You’re not wearing anything underneath?”

You smirked. “Laundry day.”

“And no bra either?” he groaned, leaning in again, voice raspy now. “You’re trying to kill me.”

You let him kiss you once more before gently pulling back, crawling off his lap with a sheepish smile. “Gyu… wait.”

His brows lifted, but he didn’t press. “Yeah?”

“Just—can we slow down a little?”

Mingyu gave a small nod, lips still curved in a crooked grin. “Sure. I’ll behave. But I’m keeping the hoodie as emotional compensation.”

You rolled your eyes, heart thudding in that too-familiar rhythm he always managed to stir.

The room felt heavy with unsaid words and fragile hope, the kind of tension that kept your heart suspended between fear and longing. Mingyu’s hand on your thigh was warm, grounding, but the space between you was still filled with everything left unsaid. You took a breath, gathering the courage to break the silence.

“Mingyu,” you whispered, voice trembling despite your efforts to sound steady. “I know I hurt you. I know I made you feel like you couldn’t trust me, like my words didn’t mean anything. And I hate that I did that to you.”

Mingyu’s eyes softened, but his gaze remained cautious. “You can’t just say you love me after saying you don’t. You have no idea how that messed with me. One minute, I’m ready to let go and just... fall for you, and the next, it’s like you pulled the rug out from under me. You can’t do that to someone.”

You nodded, your hands trembling as you rubbed your thumb against his. “I know, and I never wanted to hurt you like that. I was just... terrified. Terrified of how much you mean to me. I didn’t think I could fall for you, not like this. We were supposed to be casual—no—strings, just fun. But then it wasn’t just fun anymore. It became real. You became real. And that scared the hell out of me.”

Mingyu’s lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers squeezing yours gently, as if testing whether he could still hold on. “You always said you didn’t believe in love — that it wasn’t something you wanted. Then, out of nowhere, you just... say it and take it back. I didn’t know how to handle that.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking back tears. “When I went home, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us. I kept wondering what would happen if I never told you how I really felt — if I kept letting fear stop me from saying the one thing that’s been true for a while now. I love you, Mingyu. I love you so much that it hurts, and that’s why I was scared. Because loving you means I have something to lose. And the thought of losing you terrifies me more than anything.”

Mingyu’s eyes shimmered with unspoken emotion, his lips parting as if to say something, but he remained quiet, letting you continue.

“I went back home because I needed to figure myself out — to understand why I couldn’t just say it when I felt it. And I realised that I didn’t want to keep running from this, from you. I’ve been falling for you since the beginning, and it’s terrifying because it’s the most real thing I’ve ever felt. But I’m done being afraid. I just needed you to know that.”

Mingyu looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he took a shaky breath. “You really love me?” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t dare believe it.

You nodded, eyes watering as you squeezed his hand tighter. “Yes. I love you. And I’m so sorry for making you doubt that.”

He pulled you into his arms, pressing his forehead to yours. “I wanted to believe you so badly, even when I was angry. I kept telling myself that maybe you just didn’t realise it at first. I was ready to say it back that night — I was so ready, but then you just... took it back.”

You could feel the pain in his voice, and it broke your heart all over again. “I was a coward. I know that. I was scared that saying it would make it real, and that real meant risking getting hurt. But being without you was worse. I’d rather risk everything than lose you.”

Mingyu closed his eyes, pulling you closer, his lips pressing against your temple. “You really don’t know how much you mean to me. Even when I tried to be angry, all I could think about was holding you. I missed you so much.”

Your hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks as your thumbs brushed away the stray tear that slipped down. “You don’t have to forgive me right away. You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready. Just... let me show you that I mean it.”

Mingyu let out a soft, trembling laugh, his fingers threading through your hair. “You’re so damn stubborn, you know that?”

You managed a teary smile. “You love that about me.”

He pulled you closer, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of everything he was still too scared to say. When he pulled back, his eyes met yours, filled with something like hope. “We’ll take it slow, okay? I’m not ready to just jump back in and pretend everything’s okay. But... I want to try. I want us to be okay.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with a cautious joy. “That’s all I want. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.”

He pressed another kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, slow and tender. “Let’s just... be here. Together. No pressure.”

You let out a soft laugh, snuggling closer to him. “That sounds perfect.”

Mingyu pulled you into his arms, his fingers gently tracing circles on your back. You felt his chest rise and fall, steady and comforting, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to just be — wrapped in his warmth, feeling his heartbeat against yours.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” he whispered into your hair, and you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

As sleep tugged at you, you couldn’t help but think that this—right here, tangled up with Mingyu in the quiet of your room—was the kind of love you’d been scared of finding. And you were done running from it.

Mingyu’s fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, his lips brushing your forehead every few minutes, as if reassuring himself that you were still there. You breathed in his familiar scent, and for the first time in a long while, you felt safe — safe enough to believe that maybe love didn’t always have to end in heartbreak.

Maybe, just maybe, this time you could get it right. ~~

“Can you stop fidgeting?” Mingyu groaned later that night. He was curled up in your bed with you, his voice heavy with sleep as you wiggled around in his arms.

“I’m trying to get comfy,” you whispered, your cheeks warm from the proximity.

Mingyu pulled you closer, his arm curling protectively around your waist. “You’ve been moving for like five minutes. What’s wrong?”

You huffed, squirming a little more. “It’s the shirt. I can’t sleep with it on. I just… need to wear something else.”

Mingyu made a noise somewhere between a groan and a chuckle. “Sit up,” he mumbled sleepily.

“What?” you asked, but he didn’t bother replying. Instead, his hands found the hem of the shirt, tugging it up and over your head before tossing it to the floor. You shivered as the cool air hit your bare skin.

“There,” Mingyu muttered, tugging you back against his chest. “Better?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, feeling his warm breath on your shoulder as he pressed a soft kiss there. You couldn’t help but smile, though sleep still eluded you, especially now that your naked body was pressed against him. You could feel his heartbeat through your back, the steady rise and fall of his chest.

But you couldn’t ignore the way his half-hard cock was pressing into your lower back, especially as his arm shifted, his hand resting low on your stomach, fingers brushing the sensitive skin there. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay still, but it was no use.

“What are you doing?” Mingyu grumbled, clearly aware of your struggle.

“I can’t sleep,” you admitted, your voice small.

He sighed dramatically. “Count sheep.”

You smacked his forearm lightly. “That’s not helping.”

“Ow!” He protested, his pout evident even without seeing his face. “It does work, you know. Smacking me definitely isn’t the solution.”

You didn’t answer, just turned in his arms and pressed your lips to his, catching him off guard. He hummed against your mouth, a low sound of surprise that melted into a soft groan when you rolled on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“Either we fuck, or I make myself cum,” you whispered, your nails tracing the outline of his cock through his boxers.

Mingyu’s breath hitched, but he shook his head. “No.”

You shot him a glare. “Then I’m using a toy.”

“Oh, no, you’re not,” Mingyu muttered, and before you knew it, his fingers were on your clit, circling with just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Gyu—”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh. “You don’t need toys when I can take care of you so much better.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he moved faster, his hands guiding your hips to line up with his. He pushed his boxers down enough to free himself, and you shivered when his cock brushed against your wet folds.

“I need you,” you whispered, shifting your hips to let him slide inside. He moaned low and rough, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” he groaned, his breath shaky as he sank deeper. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You moved his hand from your breast to your neck, meeting his eyes. His brow furrowed, concern briefly flashing across his face. “You sure?”

You nodded, your lips brushing his. “Yes. Please.”

He gave a slow, tentative thrust, his hand lightly holding your throat. The pressure was just enough to make your head spin, your pulse racing. You whimpered, arching against him as he moved again—deeper this time, harder.

His hand loosened, his lips brushing yours. “God, you feel so good,” he whispered, kissing you softly as his hips kept moving.

You moaned, your hands finding his shoulders for support as you moved with him, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His breath was ragged against your neck, his voice low and rough as he whispered, “So good, baby. I’m not gonna last.”

You barely managed to murmur his name before you felt him tense, his grip on your waist bruising as he came, his warmth filling you.

Mingyu’s body relaxed, and he kissed your forehead, his hands gentle as he cupped your face. “You okay?”

You nodded, catching your breath. “Yeah. More than okay.”

He shifted, moving down between your legs. “Still feel like sleeping?”

You laughed softly, but the sound turned into a gasp as his mouth found your clit, his tongue moving in slow, precise circles. You whimpered, your fingers threading through his hair as his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you still.

“Gyu—”

“Just relax, baby,” he whispered against your skin, the vibration making you shiver. He sucked lightly on your clit, and you couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped, your back arching as he brought you to the edge and over, his hands steadying you as you came.

He kissed his way up your body, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before lying beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“Mingyu?” You whispered.

“Yeah?” he replied, tracing shapes on your shoulder with his fingertips.

You hesitated, biting your lip. You wanted to say it—the words were right there. But fear kept your mouth shut.

“Shower,” you mumbled instead, pouting.

Mingyu chuckled softly and kissed your nose. “Come here.”

He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, his lips brushing your temple as he murmured. “Whatever you need.”

~~

The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. You sat on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest, trying to gather your thoughts. Mingyu appeared from the bedroom, rubbing his eyes sleepily, his hair messy from sleep.

“Morning,” he mumbled, giving you a lopsided smile as he sat down next to you.

“Hi,” you replied softly, handing him a cup of coffee. Mingyu took it gratefully, breathing in the comforting aroma before taking a sip.

“God, I missed your coffee,” he murmured. You smiled at his familiar habit — the way he always inhaled the scent first. But he noticed your hesitation, your smile not quite reaching your eyes. “You seem... a little off,” he said, nudging your thigh with his knee. “Do you regret last night?”

Your heart clenched at the question, and you immediately shook your head, reaching for his hand. “No, not at all. I regret nothing.” You squeezed his fingers gently, offering him a reassuring smile. “Actually... I’m really glad we talked.”

Mingyu let out a soft breath, relief evident on his face. “Me too. I was worried I might’ve rushed things, you know? I don’t want to mess this up.”

You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t. I needed to hear it, too. I needed to know that you still wanted to try.”

Mingyu kissed the top of your head, his voice a murmur against your hair. “I’ll always want to try for us.”

The comfort of his presence made you feel lighter, like the weight that had been pressing on your chest was finally easing up. You spent the next few moments in silence, just savouring the warmth of him next to you, the familiar way his thumb traced circles on your knuckles.

After a while, Mingyu shifted, his playful smile returning. “So... do you want to go out today? I thought maybe we could do something fun—something that doesn’t involve heavy conversations.”

You nodded eagerly. “That sounds perfect. What did you have in mind?”

Mingyu grinned, his eyes brightening. “You’ll see. Just dress cute. I’m taking you on a date.”

~~

You didn’t know what to expect, but as you strolled through the bustling park with Mingyu’s hand firmly clasped in yours, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell. Mingyu had brought his camera, and he kept stopping every few steps to snap a photo of you.

“Seriously, Gyu? I probably look weird in half of those,” you protested, shielding your face from his lens.

He chuckled, lowering the camera just enough to see your pout. “You look beautiful. Besides, it’s just for me. I want to remember how happy you look today.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you gave in, letting him take a few more photos. Mingyu’s face lit up every time he captured your smile, and it made your heart race in the best way. After a while, he led you toward a row of food trucks, insisting on buying you your favourite snack.

As you sat on a park bench sharing the food, Mingyu turned his camera on himself, pulling you into the shot. “Smile,” he whispered, his face close enough that his breath tickled your cheek. You couldn’t help but laugh, and he snapped the picture.

When he showed you the shot, you couldn’t deny how happy you looked. Mingyu looked at it for a long moment, his expression softening. “I missed seeing you like this.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I missed feeling like this.”

Mingyu placed a soft kiss on your temple. “You know... I’ve been carrying my camera around more since you left. It reminded me of all the little moments I never want to forget. Like this one.”

You intertwined your fingers with his. “I want to be part of more of your moments.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “Then don’t leave again. Stay.”

You bit your lip, the vulnerability in his voice pulling at your heartstrings. “I’m not leaving. I promise.”

The rest of the afternoon was filled with easy laughter and more spontaneous photos, Mingyu capturing every playful moment — from you accidentally tripping over a crack in the pavement to your exaggerated eye roll when he insisted on taking yet another picture of you with ice cream on your nose.

By the time the sun began to set, you found yourselves sitting on a blanket by the riverbank, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange. Mingyu’s camera rested beside him, forgotten for the moment as he pulled you into his side.

“Thank you for today,” you whispered, tracing the veins on the back of his hand. “I needed this.”

Mingyu leaned down, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Me too. I’m really happy right now. Just... being with you.”

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes, and he smiled before leaning in to kiss you. It was soft, unhurried, and full of every unspoken word you hadn’t found the courage to say yet. When he pulled back, he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“I’ll take it slow. However long it takes for you to feel safe with me again,” he whispered.

You cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper, more certain. “I already feel safe. I just... I’m learning how to not run from that.”

Mingyu chuckled softly. “I’ll chase after you every time. You’re worth it.”

You smiled, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. “I guess I’m stuck with you then.”

His laughter filled the evening air, and you knew that no matter how long it took, you were ready to keep trying — to let yourself fall completely and trust that he’d catch you.

~~

After the date with Mingyu, your heart was still fluttering as you walked back to your apartment. The evening had been unexpectedly sweet — Mingyu taking candid photos of you, insisting that every angle was your “best one,” and laughing when you tried to hide behind your scarf. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so carefree.

When you reached the door, Mingyu pulled you into a soft, lingering kiss, his hands cupping your face as if he wanted to savour every second. “Take care of yourself tonight, okay?” he whispered against your lips, brushing his thumb over your cheek. You nodded, your heart swelling with warmth as he finally let you go, his eyes trailing after you as you stepped inside.

The apartment was quiet, but as you hung up your coat, you heard the faint hum of music coming from the living room. You tiptoed towards the sound and found Joshua sprawled on the couch, headphones on, humming to himself. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, but before you could sneak past him, he looked up and spotted you.

“Hey! You’re back!” Joshua’s face lit up as he jumped to his feet and rushed over to give you a bone-crushing hug.

You squeaked in surprise, your laughter muffled by his shoulder. “Joshua, can’t breathe!”

He pulled back sheepishly, his hands resting on your shoulders as he took a good look at you. “Sorry, just missed you. You look... happy. Wait, where’s Mingyu?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head. “He just walked me home. We had a really nice date.”

Joshua smirked knowingly. “Yeah, I figured. I wanted to say hi last night, but I saw Mingyu’s boots by the door and thought... yeah, better not interrupt.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved his shoulder playfully. “Nothing happened. We just talked.”

Joshua raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Talked? You mean the kind of talking where I could hear muffled giggles through the wall? Sure, Y/N, just talking.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Okay, maybe some kissing. But really, we just talked. We needed it.”

Joshua’s expression softened, and he guided you to sit with him on the couch. “So... how was home? Did it help?”

You sighed, the tension in your shoulders finally easing as you curled up next to him. “Yeah, it did. I needed some distance to think. I finally told Mingyu I loved him. First, I wrote it, and then I actually said it out loud.”

Joshua’s eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face. “Seriously? You finally said it?”

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. “Yeah. I was terrified, but I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t feel that way. He... he didn’t exactly say it back, though. He just said he needed some time. And that’s okay. I know I put him through a lot.”

Joshua wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “Hey, that’s progress. You told him how you feel. That’s a big step, and honestly, it’s good that he’s taking his time. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t still be here.”

You leaned into his side, grateful for his reassurance. “Yeah, I know. I just... I really hope he believes me this time.”

Joshua nodded. “He will. He’s just cautious now. But trust me, he’s been way too mopey when you’re not around for him to just give up on you.”

Before you could respond, the front door creaked open, and Wonwoo walked in holding a grocery bag. “Joshua, they only had vanilla and pistachio,” he announced, making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Cool, thanks!” Joshua called after him before turning to you. “Seriously? Ice cream for breakfast?”

You snickered, but Joshua just shrugged. “It’s a Sunday. Anything goes.”

Wonwoo’s footsteps grew louder as he returned to the living room, and as soon as he saw you, his eyes softened. Before you could say anything, he crossed the room and pulled you into a tight embrace, nearly lifting you off the floor.

“Oof,” you mumbled, your face pressed against his shoulder. “Wonwoo?”

He didn’t let go, just squeezed you tighter. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice low and remorseful. “I was way too harsh before. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that.”

You closed your eyes, sinking into the hug. “Wonwoo... It’s okay. You were right, you know. I wasn’t taking accountability, and I needed a wake-up call. I just... didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

Wonwoo sighed, finally pulling back enough to look at you. “I know. I was angry because I didn’t want to see you mess things up with Mingyu again. He’s my friend, but so are you, and it felt like I was stuck in the middle.”

You smiled faintly, your hands still on his shoulders. “I get it. I shouldn’t have said those things about you and Mia. I was being petty and defensive.”

Wonwoo gave a slight nod. “Yeah, but I still shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Joshua and Mingyu chewed me out for being too harsh. I didn’t realise how much it would hurt you.”

You reached up to ruffle his hair playfully. “Hey, it’s okay. I kind of deserved it. I’m just glad we’re okay now.”

Wonwoo chuckled, pulling you back into another quick hug. “We’re okay. Just... stop being so reckless with your feelings, okay?”

You laughed against his chest. “I’ll try. Thanks for not giving up on me.”

Wonwoo ruffled your hair in return. “It’s a full-time job, but someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

Joshua’s voice suddenly cut through the moment. “Oh, so we’re all making up now? Does this mean I can finally break out the wine?”

Wonwoo groaned, rolling his eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine. But you’re not finishing the bottle this time,” you warned.

Joshua raised his hands in surrender. “Scout’s honour.”

The three of you ended up in the living room, sharing stories from your trip and poking fun at each other like nothing had changed. You knew things were still complicated with Mingyu, but right now, surrounded by your friends, you let yourself feel grateful for their support and the way they always found a way to put you back together.

As the night went on, laughter filled the apartment, and you realised that no matter how messy things got, you weren’t facing it alone. You had people who cared — and that was enough to keep you going.

The aroma of fresh flowers filled the cosy living room as you adjusted the string lights around the window. Mingyu’s apartment had changed a bit since those chaotic days — it felt more like home now, your home. Mingyu’s camera sat on the coffee table, surrounded by stacks of developed photos from his latest project, and you couldn’t help but smile at the candid shots he had taken of you: cooking, laughing, half-asleep on the couch.

You were putting the final touches on the makeshift photo wall when you heard keys jingle at the door. The familiar sound of Mingyu’s laughter drifted in as he walked in, carrying takeout and wearing that impossibly charming smile.

“Smells amazing in here,” he said, kicking the door shut and dropping his bag by the entrance. He shot you a lopsided grin, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how effortlessly handsome he looked.

“It’s just coffee and air freshener,” you teased, walking over to help with the bags. Mingyu pulled you into his arms instead, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll take it. Any excuse to have you smell nice,” he murmured against your hair, his fingers tracing patterns along your back.

You hummed contentedly and let him pull you closer, resting your head against his chest. After a few peaceful seconds, you whispered, “You’re home early.”

Mingyu kissed the top of your head. “Finished the shoot early. Figured I’d come back to you instead of hanging around the studio. Plus, I missed you.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him. “It’s been six hours.”

Mingyu smirked. “Too long.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Only for you,” he shot back, leaning down to kiss you again.

Once you were both settled on the couch, digging into the takeout, you noticed the glint of something on Mingyu’s wrist. A new bracelet. You squinted at it, reaching over to get a better look.

“Is that... my handwriting?” you asked, squinting at the little engraved plate on the bracelet.

Mingyu looked at it proudly. “Yeah. Had it made from that one note you left me before my last shoot — the one that said, ‘You’re enough.’ I loved your handwriting, so I thought... why not make it permanent?”

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest. “You’re unbelievable,” you whispered.

“I know. But it’s true, you know? You’re enough. More than enough.”

You leaned in and kissed him softly, your hands cupping his face. “So are you, Gyu.”

Before you could say more, a loud knock interrupted you. The door burst open, and Joshua and Wonwoo walked in, each holding grocery bags.

“Guys, you still don’t knock?” You joked, getting up to help them.

“Why bother? This place is practically ours,” Joshua replied with a mischievous grin, setting his bags on the counter. Wonwoo rolled his eyes but gave you a quick hug before following Joshua’s lead.

Mingyu chuckled, stretching out on the couch. “What’s the occasion? You two brought food voluntarily.”

Wonwoo shrugged. “We figured you guys would forget to cook with all the lovey-dovey crap going on.”

Joshua snorted. “I still can’t believe you managed to get them to agree to that couple’s photoshoot for your exhibition, Gyu. They looked like two lovesick puppies.”

Mingyu’s cheeks flushed a little, but he tried to cover it up by busying himself with the takeout. You just laughed, remembering how awkward you had felt at first — until Mingyu made you laugh mid-shot, and the rest just felt natural.

As you all settled down to eat together, conversations flowing freely and laughter filling the room, you couldn’t help but glance at Mingyu. He caught your gaze and gave you a soft smile, his hand slipping into yours under the table.

Later that night, after the guys left, and the apartment was quiet again, you lay in bed with Mingyu’s arms wrapped around you. His fingers traced lazy circles on your shoulder as he spoke softly.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking... I know we’ve been doing this for a while now, and... well, what would you think about making it more... official?”

You turned to face him, your heart skipping a beat. “Are you proposing, Kim Mingyu?”

He grinned, his nose brushing yours. “Not quite... yet. But I want to keep coming home to you. Forever. I want to take photos of you laughing at my bad jokes and fighting with me over the last dumpling. I want this — you, me, our chaotic friends, and all of it. Officially.”

You couldn’t hold back the grin spreading across your face. “You mean... moving in together?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “And then... maybe someday, more than that. But let’s start there.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I want that too.”

Mingyu’s smile was so bright it could have lit up the whole city. He kissed you, slow and sweet, like a promise.

As you curled up into his side, sleep tugging at your eyelids, you thought about how far you had come — from messy, unpredictable encounters to this: comfort, laughter, and love. You had found your way to each other, despite the obstacles, and you knew that wherever life took you next, you would face it together.

And for now, that was more than enough.

The End.

[dolphincultleader]

You put Wonwoo in a dilemma between his heart and his brain

Warnings- Reader is drunk, A few curses here and there, sort of suggestive but nothing really happens between them

Word Count- 752

---

"Give me the damn keys" Wonwoo grunted.

You, on the other hand, stumbled. Trying to find something to balance your weight. Wonwoo stared at you with a mix of amusement and annoyance. He told you not to go out today. He told you he couldn't come pick you up.

Yet, here the two of you were. With you barely being able to stand and him trying to get you home.

"You know..." you started, evident in your voice that you were drunk.

"Yes, love?" You would had noticed the emphasis on "love" in an annoyed way if you were sober. But you weren't.

"You look very hot right now." You deadpanned. His eyes widened at the sudden words as he couldn't help but chuckle at your flirtatious words.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, and your round glasses are just the cherries on top." You said as you kept staring at him while he desperately held onto your arm, trying to help you keep your balance.

"Sweetheart, I love you and how hot you think I am but I really need you to walk straight right now" he said, desperately trying to make sure you both walk forward properly. You did not help with that at all.

Suddenly, you froze and turned to him. He stared down at you, his eyes narrowed.

"What now..." he took a deep breath "love?" His patience was clearly running thin. But the way you stared up at him with those wide, seemingly innocent eyes, he couldn't help but melt.

"I want you to fuck me"

Your blunt words broke him out of whatever trance he was in, admiring your cuteness.

"Sorry?"

"Fuck me"

He sucked in a deep breath.

Did your words go straight to his dick? Yes.

Does that mean he was going to act on it? Hell no.

"Love, not now." He said as he worked on you both walking straight. You, on the other hand, weren't cooperating.

You twisted his arm and escaped his grip. Suddenly, before he realised what was happening, your lips were on his. Your soft lips against his felt so good. He wanted to fuck you right then and there. But he also couldn't miss the smell of alcohol in your breath.

You pushed your tongue in, fighting for control, trying to deepen the kiss. However, clarity hit him hard.

No matter how much he wanted to fuck you right then, you were drunk.

Way too drunk to know what you really wanted. Way too drunk to say yes. Way too drunk to consent properly. Way too drunk to truly want this.

He pulled away. You groaned at the loss of contact.

"What the fuck wonwoo" you said, not yelling, but clearly annoyed.

"You're drunk" he said simply.

---

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible headache. The hangover was killing you. Thankfully, Wonwoo was by your side. Hearing you groan in agony, his sleepy eyes opened.

"Hi"

"My head is killing me"

He chuckled at that. You shot his a glare as he moved under the covers to turn to your side.

"What happened last night?" You asked.

"You mean when you went out and got drunk out of your mind and called me to pick you up when i clearly told you i'd be busy?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You gave him an unamused look as he went on.

"Well, nothing much really. I picked you up and walked you home. You refused to help me on that. Oh and in the walk home, you started telling me how hot i am..." You interrupted him by coughing loudly at that. He shot you a glare this time.

"And uh... you started begging me to fuck you..." he stared at you as you processed that information. Suddenly, you felt the atmosphere change as heat rose to your cheeks. Before you could ask, he continued.

"Of course, nothing happened." He clarified. You both sat in silence for a few minutes. He knew how important consent was for your relationship. You both did.

"Thats a relief..." you breathed out.

"I just figured, you were too drunk and I didn't wanna do something when you clearly aren't thinking straight, you know?" He rambled on.

"Yeah of course. Thanks... for that." You told him.

"You don't ever need to thank me for being a decent human being" he replied, his hands gesturing you to come closer to him.

As you laid in his arms, you couldn't help but wonder how you got so lucky.

---

Masterlist

[thehopelessromanticclub]

WONWOO FIC RECS  I

💋- smut // 💗-fluff //🥀-angst //💌-personal favourite

Series

introduce me a good person - @taeyegu (friends to lovers au) 💗🥀

“if there is a nice person, please introduce him to me. sometimes like water, sometimes like fire. someone who can love me sincerely. i hope he is someone who is mature and faithful…”

I found love in your smile - @wonlouvre (royalty au, arranged marriage au)💗🥀

The shattered camera - @puppetwritings( celebrity au, paparazzi au)💗🥀

Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?

Drabbles/one-shots

Healing hues - @thedensworld (Slowburn, friendship au) 💗🥀

Exhausted by the monotony of his life as a celebrity, Wonwoo makes a pivotal decision to return to his childhood hometown and embark on a heartwarming project: building a small library named 'Healing Hues.' Little does he know, this journey will lead to a series of unexpected and transformative events.

Ruminations - @waldau 💗💌

[08:41 pm] - @jjuniehao💗💌

Deluxe version - @darl-ings💗🥀💌

in which you and Wonwoo spend some alone time together.

Bedtime routine - @yikesmary 💗💌

where you loved times like these with your boyfriend, Wonwoo.

Two umbrellas - @hanniology💗💌🥀

Wonwoo doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but you do after meeting him.

Flustered - @waldau💗💌

Take a chance - @wonwoonlight💗💌

and they were newlyweds - @viastro 💗💌

in which Wonwoo builds the Ikea couch, but something... doesn’t look right.

conclusion number three - @wonwoonlight💗💌

you have a hypothesis you'd like to prove. a/n- this one was sooo Wonwoo-coded

The regular - @trblsvt (bakery au, college au) 💗

Wonwoo couldn't really recommend anything at the bakery he worked at, he couldn't even handle going in a couple days a week. that is until he found his new favorite customer.

Chocolate rum cookies - @wonwoonlight (non-idol au, friends to lovers au) 💗

Play again - @shuarush💗💌

after ten years of not seeing your high school crush you find yourself partnered with him at the company you work for. Since you've been rejected before, you try your best to not let any feelings flourish, but Jeon Wonwoo's charms make that attempt especially hard for you. a/n - totally an all-time favorite.

first kiss with seventeen: wonwoo - @etherealyoungk💗💌

"stay there. i'm coming to get you." - @dokyeomin💗💌

wedding weekends with wonwoo - @suhnshinehaos (fake dating, non-idol au)💗🥀

jeon wonwoo, the perfect man. kind, smart, successful career, and not too bad on the eyes. all his friends are getting married and everyone’s aunts, mothers, and family friends are trying to set him up with their friends, sisters, brothers, nieces, and nephews at every wedding he attends. he’s tired of it. what better way to solve his problem than to employ your help, someone who’s having the exact same one?

Thank you authors for all your amazing works.🤩

If there are any fics that anyone would like to recommend feel free to do so🤗😁.

( also the dividers were from @cafekitsune and @baexywth. they have really cool dividers. do check them out.)

[nevernonline]

✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #14; dressing for revenge.

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: around 2k

warnings: mentions of drunk driving

masterlist ▸ 013 gut feelings and emotional dealings ▸ 015 leave it to the cullens. (part 1)

The beeping of your front door pad got you sitting up on the couch to wait for the arrival of your best friend. Seokmin walked through the door alone, which almost shocked you because lately he hasn’t gone many places without his nerd tribe, you were happy for him finding good friends outside of you. 

“Seokminnie, hello gorgeous.” 

“Hey, baby.” 

You both met in the middle of your front entryway, wrapping him in a big hug, grateful you have someone who was always a constant in your life. 

Looking down at his empty hands confused you, you knew he mentioned he was going to be bringing snacks in with him, but they were nowhere to be found.

“Uh, where are these snacks you promised to bring me? Are you getting forgetful? You’re a little too young for that to start happening now, I’m not sure if I should be concerned or not?” 

“Yeah, about that. Uh-” 

“Vernon, Jun, and Wonwoo are here too aren’t they?” 

“Don’t be mad.” 

“Why would I be mad? Where are they?” 

“The hallway. You know before you-” 

Swinging open your door you saw the three other suspects standing in the hallway, covering the body of a fourth person who came alone for the ride, Minghao. 

“What is going on? Is he here to get in another fight or..”

“No, y/n we're here because we need to tell you something important, especially Minghao. I didn’t want to tell you beforehand so here we are. I think you guys should talk, the rest of us will go chill on the balcony for now, okay? And he brought you the snacks so be nice.” 

“Alright.” 

Crossing your arms in the doorway you make room for the boys to all pass through, without making eye contact with the one you weren’t sure if you should be happy showing up with them or not. 

“Hey, here.” 

Minghao standing in your apartment for a third time, looking as casual as you’ve ever seen him in a full black sweatsuit holding a white plastic bag with bags of chips peeking out the top, waiting for you to take it out of his grasp. Another thing you notice about him is his pink wrapped wrist sticking out from under his sleeve, his cast. 

“Thanks.” 

Grabbing the back and trying very hard to maintain your composure, you turned and placed it on your marble countertop, remembering the time he placed you on top of it to kiss you. 

Shaking it off you placed the frozen pint of half baked ice cream in the freezer and walked over to the couch, not giving him a second look before he sat across from you on the white sofa. 

“So you have something to tell me?” 

“Yeah, it's kind of a lot. So if you’ll just sit back and let me explain first before letting me know how you feel just please at least do me that favor.” 

“Go ahead.” 

Minghao took a deep breath in and eyed your bar cart before starting his conversation. Which you noticed right away and without any words, got up to grab an open bottle of tequila sitting on top, pouring him a glass and watching as he took a shot before you sat down again. 

“Thanks. So, the reason I was really upset last night and came to crash your date with Joshua is because I found out he was one of the people helping Mimi. I had suspicions before, but I was never sure enough to pin him to it until yesterday. I really tried to keep my composure but, when he told me to shut the fuck up and get out I couldn’t do it anymore. He was just acting so casual with you like he had nothing to do with any of it and it pissed me the fuck off. 

I really don’t know how to tell you the entirety of the story or what I know, but I can just start with saying I’m really sorry. I’m sorry if I caused you pain, y/n. I should’ve known from the moment I met you at Wonwoo’s that you weren’t the person Mimi made you out to be.

 A few months ago, when all of this started Mimi reached out to me to get help. She said she knew the girl who hurt my mom and wanted to help me meet her and confront her about it, but there was something I had to do for her first. Which was to help her blackmail you, befriend you so I can break your heart. That’s all she wanted me to do for her when it came to you. I had no idea she was going to go this far to hurt you. 

Joshua was the one who stole your journal for Mimi, which I know is weird and you’re probably wondering why or how he even knew where it was. I found out he got it from Minnie, she told him where it was. Well, I assumed this part for a while without proof, especially since the first post was from your apartment and she had all of those photos of you in her room. I don’t know how or why they were trying to hurt you so much or why she even was helping Mimi. I thought it was weird, but it’s all unconfirmed. I think Mingyu is helping too. There’s obviously a lot more we need to figure out before we can finally confront them. 

I just want you to know I did have a part in it at first, but I stopped the moment after I realized she was full of shit, which was the night you made me dinner and we had sex. I told her I wanted nothing to do with it anymore and that she was full of shit and she’s been threatening me ever since. 

The reason I think Mingyu and Minnie are helping her is because she came to the hospital last night, to threaten me one last time, I overheard her talking on the phone in the hallway, she said Joshua is fine and to act like they had no idea we got in a fight, Seokmin showed me some texts from Minnie and I know she sent a photo of me to your group chat at the bar with her. I never even saw her there. The reason why I was there in the first place was to essentially pretend to pledge my allegiance to her so I could get more information. 

When she went to the bathroom, I took her phone which was locked, but I saw a text from a group chat attached with three other code names, just emojis, but it was enough to assume it was Joshua, Mingyu, and Minnie. It was a Bunny, a Mouse, and a Dog. Am I even making sense? I don’t know anymore, but just know I never had any intention of hurting you once I found out the truth, I just wanted to help somehow and get back to getting to know you. 

I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me anymore, y/n. So if you want me to leave, I can. I’m just really sorry.” 

Sitting in silence for a few minutes, you weren’t sure if you were going to start crying or screaming at the top of your lungs, Minghao watched you take his glass and down the lukewarm tequila to wash away the rage in your gut and feel a different kind of burn. 

“So, you were helping Mimi?” 

“Yeah. For a while.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” 

“I’m not sure what to say, I guess.” 

“Oh. Right.” 

“How do I know I can trust everything you’re saying to me right now?” 

“I can show you text messages and proof I tried to get her to quit many times. I voice recorded her in the hospital last night telling me to back off. I can show you, that is if you want.” 

“Yeah, can I see?” 

Minghao opens a folder in his photos app and shows you screenshots of all the information he collected over the past few weeks, ever since the night he first told Mimi to let you off the hook. 

Scrolling through the images made your tears start to hit the brims of your eyes. You looked up for a moment at Minghao sitting and staring your way, watching your heart crush once more into tiny pieces. 

“Thanks.” 

“Sure.” 

“No, just thanks for being honest with me. Thank you for trying to make it better, even if you fucked up a little bit along the way. Not many people could own up to that. It’s actually impressive to know you’re so honest.” 

“I have no choice. This is the wrong time to say this too, but it might be my last chance. But, over the time I spent with you and the more I got to know you, y/n. I, uh, couldn’t help but start to fall in love with you, you’re incredibly impressive. The night at my gallery I wanted to tell you how I felt, but that didn’t end well for us either. I hope someday you’ll forgive me.” 

Pouring yourself another drink, one big enough to share with the boy across from you, you took a big swig and handed him the glass which he drank his share. 

“Look, Minghao this is probably against my better judgment and I hope it doesn’t end up biting me in the ass, but I was falling for you too and with any chance you still have feelings for me or whatever, I’d like to be friends with you, for real this time and just restart by getting to know each other honestly. And I mean you kind of did break your wrist defending me, so I feel like I cannot say no." 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I know those dorks would never have brought you here if they didn’t think you deserved to tell me all of this yourself. So?” 

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” 

“Cool, but no spending time alone for now, I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet. Just friends okay?” 

“Just friends. Should we shake on it or drink on it?” 

“Hug, maybe? That’s a normal friendly thing. Oh, and let me sign your cast.” 

“Yeah, totally.” 

Minghao scooted his body closer to you and wrapped his unbound arm around your shoulders and gave you a half assed hug, which made you giggle. 

“Bitch, what was that?” 

“A hug? What? Bitch?” 

“Hao, if you call that a hug you are a bigger dumb ass than I thought, come on.” 

Turning your body towards him you wrapped your arms tightly under his armpits and pulled him in for a hug that almost felt like a new beginning. 

“Thank you, really, for telling me all of that.” 

“You deserved to know the truth, Swan.” 

“Wow. Now we can finish Twilight.” 

“That would be great.” 

“You know, I just remembered that they’re still sitting outside, should we play a prank on them?” 

“I like your style.” 

“Okay, I’m going to yell at you, very rudely, just get pissed and slam my front door. Got it?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Standing up from the couch you positioned yourself in front of the window, so they can get a good listen through the blinds of your fake reeling into Minghao. 

Giving him a small nod to let him know you were going to begin, he smiled back ready to see your rage. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a fucking lying piece of shit.” 

“Me? You’re such a bitch, y/n. Now I get why the fuck nobody wants to be around you.” 

“Thats rich, get the fuck out of my apartment.” 

Minghao leapt off the couch and ran to your front door slamming it behind him and stood outside of it to listen to the aftershocks of your fake conversation. 

He heard Seokmin and Jun asking you what happened, assuming Wonwoo and Vernon were standing there not knowing what to do in silence. 

Suddenly the door opened up to reveal Seokmin’s shocked face looking at Minghao standing in the hallway so casually with his arms crossed. 

“You guys fucking suck.” 

“Sorry, Seok. We had to.” 

“Get your stupid ass back inside.” 

Minghao walked back into your apartment with a fresh start on his mind, arm and arm with your best friend and a relief off his chest that you forgave him and he was able to be in your life, maybe not how he exactly wanted but more than he expected. 

Vernon made himself at home on your couch, wrapped up in the furry gray blanket you had thrown over the back. 

Wonwoo was situated pouring drinks into some glasses, while Jun was still giggling to himself on the floor. 

“So you guys are good?” 

You just nodded at the boy wrapped comfortably on the couch, batting his pretty brown eyes your way. 

“Yeah, but now we all have to take down the bad guys.” 

Smiles came from around the room as you grabbed a sharpie and situated yourself back on the couch, surrounded by friends who truly had your back all signing the cast of the boy who defended your honor.

On the way home Minghao couldn't help but think about the words on his cast, that were surrounded by small stars and your named signed below.

 'Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.'

A quote from twilight you remembered him whispering to you before falling asleep. Something to believe in.

note: hiii we're v much in it now! all the aftermath of y/ns failed date with joshua and finally getting a peak I not who the backstabbers really are. I hope u guys enjoy!! also pls check out my next little snippet of my new smau for after this one, its def slightly more lighthearted but as a fan of drama they'll still be some hehe. ok thank u thank u love u. also unedited prob some typos or something but anyway. 🖤

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Parallel Hearts - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. Maybe you finally have your shot at love and happiness. Or not.

Pairing: fem reader x idol Jungkook fem reader x idol Mingyu fem reader x idol Hoshi

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Harrassment-Stalking-Death mentions-Cheating

Word count: 4557

This chapter continues the story of Jungkook and Y/N. Might post chapter 3 tomorrow.

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Masterlist

Almost two months have passed since you first met Jungkook, and you saw him again 5 more times since then. You both became more open and social. You started to open up, became closer to Jungkook, Mingyu and Jaehyun. More or less with Eunwoo, because he was taken and you don’t like to be too friendly with taken guys. His girlfriend was a little strange around you though and you hoped she didn’t see you as a threat.

So on a sunny warm day of may, you were all at Mingyu’s house that he shared with his member, Wonwoo. He called you all for a barbeque, he likes to show off his cooking skills. Eunwoo and his gf were not there, so you took the chance to ask the guys why she’s giving you a stinky eye why she is never friendly with you. You could understand if that was her personality, but she’s nice to everyone else but you.

Jaehyun: I think she’s jealous, honestly.

Mingyu and Hana snort loudly.

Y/N: Do you guys know something that I don’t? Because I’ve never given her reasons to be jealous. I barely talk to Eunwoo.

Mingyu: Nah, I just think she’s the type that wants to be the prettiest, in the group and get the most attention.

Hana: And since you came, she’s not that anymore, and she’s not getting attention from the guys that much anymore.

Y/N: What the fuck, I’m not even that attractive.

Mingyu slapped you hand and had an annoyed look on his face.

Y/N: Ouuuchh, wth!

Mingyu: Don’t say stupid things about yourself. Do you have a mirror? Huh?

Y/N: Mingyu, I don’t need a mirror, I just need to look at you and I feel ugly instantly.

Mingyu laughed so hard while blushing hard.

Hana: Y/N, don’t feed his ego like that, it will get to his head and no woman will be good enough for him, ever again.

Jungkook’s eyebrows frowned at the conversation and he felt heat running through his body. He was getting angry.

Jungkook: Y/N, are you saying you like Mingyu?

Now it was your time to blush, but not because you liked Mingyu. Well, you liked him, but not in that way. But if it were for him to ask you out you wouldn’t say no. But at the same time, you would not say yes, because you had feelings for Jungkook. Like, real feelings now, not just fan from a distance feelings. Now he became a real person, he was not the behind the screen idol that you dreamed about.

Y/N: I don’t know how to answer that question, because you were not clear in what way I like him.

You give a little smirk and JK knows what you’re doing now.

Jungkook: Ok, then how about this? Do you want to date Mingyu?

And you don’t know what came over you. Maybe that damn champagne Hana brought-you had 2 glasses already. You’re sure you will regret what you’re about to say, but you have to let him know you don’t want Mingyu.

Y/N: No, I don’t. I see him as my friend, not as a possible boyfriend.

Mingyu, pouting: Why not?

Y/N: I like someone else.

The guys were all excited about this, trying to find out who this guy was that you liked. They pretty much knew you were not interested in dating and that it’s been a long time since you liked someone. Hana knew, of course, but she would not betray you and shout it’s Jungkook. She knew that this was something it needed to happen naturally on his part, if he will ever see you in a romantic way or not.

Jaehyun: Wow, Y/N, congrats! Lucky guy. When will you introduce him to us?

Y/N: Umm, probably never.

Mingyu: Awwwnn, why not?

Probably because me and him it’s something that’s just in my fantasy.

Y/N: Doesn’t matter, we are not even together. So it doesn’t matter.

Jungkook’s POV

You’re feeling a rush you don’t understand when Mingyu asks Y/N who the guy is. A moment ago you were furious thinking she is into Mingyu, and now you’re mad that she actually likes someone. Who the hell is the guy? When did she have the time to meet him and where? You know she only has time for her job and to meet her friends. And you are on the of those friends. She doesn’t have others here in Seoul, you’re sure of it. Maybe she met him online? Maybe he’s a foreign guy. Is she even into Korean men? Why don’t you know that detail? What have you been waiting for, idiot?

There must be so many guys out there trying to win her over. I mean, look at her with that smile that could bend iron. And those eyes that feel like could cut through you if she stares enough at you, yet so warm and sincere. She’s like a fairy, that’s it. You think this is how a fairy would look like if they were real. God, her hair shines so beautiful into this light. Her skin looks like honey and her voice sounds like the most beautiful melody ever.

You stare at her like a mad man. If only you could just hold her hand, those pretty little delicate hands. You’re sure they feel like velvet. And those lips. Fuck! You’re furious right now and you don’t know what to do. You just know you can’t give up without a fight. She’s worth it.

So you think you should start your plan right away. Yeah, you made a plan in your head to win Y/N.

Jungkook: Y/N darling, can you help me with this? Please?

You give her lovey dovey eyes and she seems to just stand there in shock, looking at you.

Jungkook: Y/N?

Y/N: Oh. Oh, right. What do you need me to do?

Jungkook: Can you take the kimchi out of the jar and chop it onto the grill?

Y/N: On it, chef!

She smiles so bright. You know she likes to cook  and now you’re trying to take Mingyu’s place as chef of the house. Even though it’s his house, but you don’t care. You need to show her you’re a great catch. You can do anything, right? You’ve got a few tricks down your sleeve, you’re no loser. You’ve had girlfriends before and you know how to flirt. People say you’re a natural.

Y/N’S POV

 You start cutting the kimchi while Jungkook is flipping the meat on the grill. Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands on yours and when you look up, it’s Jungkook, trying to help with the scissors.

Jungkook: Here, let me do it. The smoke is too hot, don’t burn your pretty hands.

Now, what the hell! You’re dead, you’re finished. Your face is burning, and not from the heat from the grill. Your heart is jumping out of your chest and you feel like dropping on your knees, down to his feet and bark. Where’s the “I’m not doing this for any man”girl? Look at you now, all weak for him. And not only he touched your hands, but now he’s so close to you that your shoulders are touching. You can’t take this anymore, you need air, you need cold water in your eyes.

So you rush to the restroom to calm down. You need to hear your bestie’s voice, it will help. But she’s not answering. Fuck, fuck! You call your other bestie.

BFF no 2: Yaaaahhh, my princess, my love! What the heck are you doing? I miss you!

Y/N: Shit, I need your advice. It’s Jungkook.

BFF no 2: Just fuck already. Problem solved.

Your bestie number 2 was different from bestie number 1, this one has a…more dirty mind and is more direct, let’s say.

Y/N: Ughhh, always so helpful you nut job. Not the perv version, please! I need the other version, more wholesome and practical.

BFF no 2: Hmm, no fun, but whatever. So what happened?

Y/N: Might not seem like much, but you know how much I like him, so this is huge. He touched my hands for a good 10 seconds while we were cooking. I ran away, needed to cool down.

BFF no 2: Ok, horny pants, calm down. Maybe he did that without realizing and it’s nothing there, ooorr…

Y/N: I think I will like more the second version.

BFF no 2: Ooorr he kind of likes you and is trying to get closer to you in a more physical way. You know, like a slight arm touch here and there, a bump, touching your hand when he hands you something. Also, you’re a dumb bitch for running away. The man was making a move and you acted like a drunk chicken. Go back there!

And she cut you off just like that. But she’s right. You can’t think right, so you will take her advice. Right when you go out the restroom door, you run into someone. You bump your head on his shoulder and he catches you to steady you. If you feel, would have been funny. You laugh when you’re in that type of situations.

Jungkook: Whoah, careful there! Are you ok? You ran into my shoulder pretty hard.

You put your hand on your forehead, feeling like it hurts a little. He takes your hand away and gets closer to look if you’re injured.

Jungkook: All good, it’s just a little red. Might get a little swollen, so let’s get you some ice, ok?

Y/N: No, it’s fine.

But he won’t even listen. He takes you by your hand and walks you to the kitchen and takes an ice cube from the freezer. He puts it on the red sport on your forehead. Now there’s a moment of silence where none of you know what to do or say. You feel his breath on your face, smelling like alcohol and fruits. You love it. Then your smell his perfume, a very faint smell close to…soap? Feels like soap, a very fancy soap. You feel his fingers lifting your chin to look up at him. You’re speechless.

Jungkook: You’re ok? Does it hurt?

You’re so weak now that you try not to speak. If you’re trying to put works out, you’re probably going to sounds like a cat that’s been stepped on its tail. So you shut up and just nod slowly. You’re sure you have heart eyes right now and you’re afraid he will hear your heart beating with the speed of light. His fingers are still on your chin, keeping your face up. You two stay like that, looking into each other’s eyes for a good moment. It’s like his eyes hold an entire galaxy, you could get lost in them.

But you’re brought back to reality by a voice.

Wonwoo: Get a room! But not in my apartment though.

Jungkook: Don’t be a dick, she hit her head because of me and I’m helping.

Wonwoo: If you kiss it, it will get better.

So Jungkook takes the ice cube off your forehead and gives a soft kiss right where you hit his shoulder.

Jungkook: There. Now it should be better.

You’re just…what? He kissed your face? Was bestie right? Is he into you? You need to find out what he’s up to. So the rest of the day you’re very aware of him, you’re watching his every move, trying to find small signs about whether he likes you or not. There was his arm on the back of your chair when you were sittin at the dinner table. You felt his hand playing with strands of your hair. As soon as you feel that, your whole body just melts. You look at him, trying to find something on his face that would give him away. But nothing, he didn’t turn to you, he just kept playing with your hair.

Then when you all got comfy on the huge sofa in the living room, he sat right next to you and brought you a soft blanket in case you felt chilly. He noticed you get cold easily. So he put the blanket over your legs while he sat beside you and cuddled. God, you felt like butter next to him. He was so adorable and cute you could die. While the movie was playing, it was the last thing you could focus on, because he kept moving. At one point he put his head on your shoulder. You just didn’t know if you should be as touchy as he was or not, because you didn’t want to push his boundaries. You knew he was a guy who likes to be touchy and cuddly, but you were not sure. So you rested your head on his head. It seemed he liked it, because you felt him cuddle more into you.

All of the sudden, you see Mingyu turning his head to look right at you. He saw how close you and JK were sitting and he gave you a little smile, but it felt like it wasn’t a happy smile, if that makes sense. Was more like a sad smile. What’s up with him, is he jealous or something?

You had to leave home, and you promised Hana you’ll sleep at her place tonight. So you dropped Jaehyun at his dorm and Jungkook stayed at Mingyu’s. When you left, he gave you a hug good bye. It was perfect. Just perfect. You feel happy and you wanna scream how happy you are. You’re not sure if you should tell Hana, because if Jungkook doesn’t like you back, you’re creating fuss for nothing. So you keep it to yourself.

The next couple of weeks go by so slow. You wonder if it’s because You haven’t seen Jungkook at all. He’s been really busy with his schedule. You thought that now, after the group will take a break, maybe he’ll have more free time, but it’s just the same. All you think about it’s him and it drives you crazy. The only interactions you had were the ones in your group chat with Hana and the guys. Since you both are 97 girls, they’ve included you in their little group chat. There’s also Minghao and Seokmin there, two of Mingyu’s members that you haven’t met face to face yet. You think Minghao is pretty and Seokmin is never serious about anything.

You are like Seokmin in a way, always trying to be positive and see the best, even in a day where nothing goes well. You never get bored and you don’t get too sad. You always tell yourself that everything will be ok. Afterall, it’s been like that since you were a kid. Any trouble appeared in your way, you thought you will fix it, or time will fix it. You were not a loved child, you never felt love from your parents. Maybe from your dad, but he never showed it. He was what you like to call, emotionally constipated, afraid to show feelings. Your mother treated you like shit all your life. You were never enough, it was like she saw you as this useless object that was not capable of doing anything in life. Your sister was a sweetheart, you loved her so much and you would die for her. She was the only child that got love from your mother, but you learned to live with that. You only saw your sister as your family, and your two friends. That’s it. They were the only ones who were there for you, the only ones who wished you happy birthday and who checked on you to see if you were ok. And you felt that you had enough, you felt happy.

Now you have new friends in a foreign place and you feel even happier. You are grateful for everything you have.

It’s already 10th of may and almost your birthday. You never did anything special on that day and you don’t think you will this year either. Maybe you’ll take Hana for dinner and cake, then have a sleepover. You’re at work and you sit on Hana’s desk.

Hana: Whatsup, gorgeous bitch?

Y/N: Hmm, what do you say on Friday I take my pretty girl to dinner? We wear something sexy, high heels, slutty hair?

Hana: Fuck yeah!!!

She said that a little to loud, so the next thing she got under her desk and you just ran to yours.

Then she raised her hand to you to give you an okay from under the desk.

13th is here, and it’s 4 pm and you’re almost ready with your hair and makeup. If it were for you, you would just cover your whole body with glitter and live your life like that. You put on your sexiest dress, a baby pink, sparkly one. It barely covers your shoulders and you’re not wearing a bra. You thought to flaunt your shoulders, people always compliment them. And it’s a little shirt too, so you’re happy with the result. You let your hair wavy, in its natural state, freshly died roots. A pair of little golden sandals, a bit of glitter on your face and rosy glossy lips. You felt pretty and confident.

You were maybe a little disappointed that nobody knew today was your birthday. You always try to not make it a big thing, that it’s just a day as any other day, but deep inside it’s a special day. It’s just your special day and you just want to feel special and appreciated. What’s wrong with that?

Hana took upon herself to chose a place where you can eat. She said it’s going to be the best meal of your life and you trust her taste. When you enter the place it looks really fancy and everyone is dressy and elegant. Now you don’t feel overdressed anymore, thought you feel all eyes on you, which makes you a bit uncomfortable. But you think you are allowed to be the center of attention today. The hostess guides you to a separate room in the back, and when she opens the door a loud sound crowds your ears and confetti flies to your face.

Crowd: Happy birthday, Y/N!!!

You can’t believe it. Your friends knew all along. They did this for you. They care. You feel like crying. Hana hugs you right away, wishing you happy b-day and that she loves you. Some of your co workers are there too, then you see Mingyu almost jumping over people to get to you and takes you into a big tight hug.

Mingyu: Happy birthday, princess!

He gives you the sweetest smile and the sweetest kiss on your head, hugging you some more. His hug feels safe. For a few seconds you forget where you are but then he lets go of you to get back into the crowd and let others congratulate you. You feel overwhelmed, but suddenly your mind goes to Jungkook. Is he here? Did he come? A moment later you feel someone grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. You couldn’t see who it was but you knew it was him. The smell is familiar. Fancy soap. He feels so soft you could spend the whole evening like this.

Damn, you’re so gone. So in love with this man. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You wrap your arms around his neck, as he hugged your waist. He lifts you up and swirls you slowly.

Y/N: Jungkookie..

You whisper into his ear.

Y/N: You’re here.

He slowly puts you down and looks at you surprised.

Jungkook: Why would I not be here?

But you don’t say anything and just give him a soft kiss on the cheek and hug him more. You hold his waist this time and he hugs your shoulders, his hands rubbing slowly on your back. One hand goes up, touching your head, slowly stroking your hair.  He loves your hair, he thinks it’s the first thing he loved about you.

It’s hard to just pull away from his hug, because you want to be there forever. But eyes are on you and you don’t wanna raise suspicions. But you feel like today you will know more about how Jungkook feels for you, if he just sees you as a friend only or not.

When he lets go of you from the hug, it’s then when he really sees you and your outfit. He’s lost his voice, he feels weak. Like, really weak. He never saw you like this. He knew you were sexy, but you usually wore homeless outfits, as you like to call them. You just like to feel comfortable. But tonight, seeing you in this little dress, molding over your every curve. Oh, and wearing no bra. He thinks he’ll just drop at your feet and worship you forever.

He knows this outfit is not for him, you had no clue you will meet him tonight, but he likes to believe that. Yeah, he needs to believe you dressed like this for him, to drive him crazy. He loved this type of teasing, without even realizing it.

He tried so hard not to look down. He did his best to look into your eyes only, so he made the moment short, just by telling you that you looked beautiful and excused him to go get drinks. This was it. He liked you, you saw how he drooled at you. How he couldn’t take his eyes off your body. Yeah, he’s a man, any man would probably look, but you were never sure until now that he was attracted to you in that way. But now you know. Oh yes, it was clear as day. And you were going to torment him more, until he caves.

 Jungkook’s POV

As soon you you excused from her, you made a bee line to the balcony. You needed air. On your way, you saw Mingyu and you signaled him to follow you. He thought it was serious, since your face said so.

Mingyu: Kook, what happened?

Jungkook: Dude, I can’t do this.

Mingyu: Do what? Are you drunk already? You feel sick? Wanna sit down, go home?

Jungkook: No, I need to talk to you about something. I haven’t told anyone, since I didn’t know things would go this far. And I know that I will probably just sound like a horny guy right now, but I need to get this out.

Mingyu: Awww! Are you finally confessing to me right now?

Jungkook: Stop being a clown, I’m not joking.

Mingyu: Sorry, sorry.

Jungkook: So I think I have feelings for Y/N. And I am even more convinced after I saw her tonight.

Mingyu: Mmmmhmm , you’re a horny guy. Ouchhh!!

Jungkook slaps Mingyu’s arm.

Jungkook: Focus, dummy!

Mingyu: Ok, so you’re in love? Or what are you saying?

Jungkook: Yeess! What do I do?

Mingyu didn’t really know what advice to give his friend, but he thought that maybe he should just tell her.

Mingyu: Just confess. Tell her. What do you have to lose?

Jungkook: Her? She might not like me?

Mingyu: Oh please! You’re so blind. Do you know why I stopped flirting with her? Because she liked you, you stupid goose.

Jungkook was a little thrown back by that. He didn’t know Mingyu liked her, and he wasn’t so sure about her liking him back. Well, he knows he could have any girl he wants, but you were acting so normal around him, never being weird and never throwing yourself at him. Mingyu grabs your shoulders and looks at you.

Mingyu: Listen, Jeon Jungkook! You tell her how you feel tonight. Or at least ask her what she thinks about you, I don’t know. Shit. I’m not an expert in relationships and love stuff, but it’s what I would do. And if you’re not doing it soon, I will consider you’re giving up and I will ask her out. I’m older than you, so listen to your elders!

Jungkook: As if. I could beat your ass in seconds.

Mingyu: I’m taller, bitch.

Jungkook: I’m faster.

Mingyu: So what, you’re going to run away? Pussy!

Mingyu pushes Jungkook towards the party room to talk to you. Next thing you know, you’re standing in the door, drinking from a glass and starring at her. You think she’s perfect. You slowly start walking towards her, but your legs feel heavy, like your shoes are made out of osmium. You know your feet are moving but it feels like you’re not making any progress. Your mind feels clouded and you feel your ears are ringing.

Y/N’s POV

You’re already two glasses of champagne in and you wonder where Jungkook disappeared. He said he will go get drinks but you haven’t seen him around in more than 20 min. You know, you checked your phone. But then you notice him in the door, sipping on his drink, looking right at you. Why is he looking like that at you? Like…he is angry? What look is that? Oh, he started walking. I think he’s coming over here. Why is this stupid heart racing again?

And he stops in front of you, puts his glass on the bar that’s behind you. He leans over your shoulder when he does that and the proximity drives you crazy once more. What’s up with this man, why does he have to be this irresistible?

He takes your hand and says “Let’s go somewhere quiet, I need to talk to you!”

You just nod and follow him. Hana’s eyes are on you, nodding her head, somehow asking if everything is ok. You nod back and give her a warm smile and a wink. Jungkook takes you in a room that seems like a waiting room, but at least looks like nobody will interrupt you here. He sits on a couch and pats the seat next to him so you sit there. He comes closer to you and you think that it’s a good sign.

Jungkook: Y/N. What do you think about me? No, that’s a stupid question. I mean… would you ever consider me as a potential boyfriend?

You sit there quiet, eyes wide, not sure what to say.

Jungkook: I mean. Shit! I mean I would like to ask you out, on a date. I like you. I know you said you like some guy, but I would want a chance. If you want to give me one.

You feel all emotions going through you right now. You’re hoping this is not a dream, so you lift your hand from your lap and say “Pinch me!”

Jungkook: Huh?

Y/N: Pinch me right now Jungkook, or I will pinch you!

He gives you a little pinch on your arm and you feel it. So you’re not dreaming. Well fuck! You lift your hand and cup his beautiful face.

Y/N: You’re so silly. It was you.

Jungkook: What about me?

Y/N: You’re the guy I like. How did you fail to see that?

Jungkook: I…I wasn’t sure if..

And you don’t let him finish, you just pull him into a hug. A super long hug. You think this day tops all days.

[leewonkyeom]

I’m sorry for getting back to you so late but! I hope you’re not sick anymore 😭 I’m currently being raw dogged by my allergies and I feel like I’m dying because no medicine is working for me. my throat feels terrible too which is great

And as for the allergic reaction- it wasn’t as bad as the first time it happened, but I guess I’m allergic to shrimp (despite having ate it for my entire life. AND being tested negative for it………..) which sucks because it’s one of my favorite foods (especially in pasta oh my goddd)

I’m trying to get back into writing, myself, so I’ve been brain storming a lot of ideas. Even posted a short Vernon and Wonwoo blurb earlier 😌 I feel accomplished.

Have you been working on anything new recently? Can you give us any spoilers 👀

Hahah don't worry about it😭 I only ever reply every few days when i feel like it😭 i still have a bit of a sore throat, but hopefully i won't be sick again for a while after this😭

nooo omg😭 allergies sucks soo bad! i hope you find a medicine that works for you!

omg i feel you so much😭 allergies just get worse as you age and i learned this the hard way😭 i feel like it's much worse to have liked something once and then you're never able to eat it again, rather than being allergic from birth idk😭 shrimps are so good as well, i feel so bad for you

oh that's great!!! i'll check it out!🫶

you have no idea how much i love this question😭 like i will insert the fic i'm working on into so many conversations😭 i'm trying to work on my requests at the moment, just because i feel like i should get them out of the way and one-shots are often so easy to write. so hopefully i'll have a jeonghan one-shot out soon👀 as soon as i remember to send it to my beta, cause idk how i feel about it yet😭

and then i'm working on my full length cheol x reader fic, which is honestly sooo much better than light a flame😭 so hopefully i can finish that soon, cause i've been working on it for wayy too long. i'm just nearing the end and i don't know how to wrap it up😭

[stayinhellevator]

Golden Ratio

"No one ever said it would be this hard"

Our love was irrational but it was golden. We were so close yet so far. Destined to meet but fated for a doomed love.

Weaved in five intricate threads, on the verge of snapping.

Pairing: Seventeen x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst

Release: TBA

Playlist: The Scientist ~ Corinne Bailey Rae

Divergence

"I know better than to ever call you mine"

Torn between societal expectations and their deep connection, Hansol finds himself unable to forget you, the girl he was supposed to forget after one night and accept his Soulmate, now that he finally found her.

Pairing: Vernon x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Almost Lovers

Release: Released

Playlist: Let's Fall In Love For The Night ~ Finneas

Parallels

"I love you, but not in that way"

Love had found its way into Seokmin's heart, yet a different kind of love, unrequited and unspoken, lingered in yours.

Pairing: DK x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Unrequited Love

Release: TBA

Playlist: Not In That Way ~ Sam Smith

Asymptotes

"We're bound to break and my hands are tied"

By twisted fate, Seungcheol and You began to seek refuge in each other when things started down spiralling and without realising, you fell for each other but it was too late.

Pairing: Scoups x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Forbidden Love

Release: TBA

Playlist: Rewrite The Stars ~ James Arthur, Anne Marie

Intersection

"And now you're just a page torn from the story I'm living"

Mingyu and you find yourselves on crossroads when you learn a groundbreaking truth that makes you question everything you've ever known.

Pairing: Mingyu x fem! Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Heartbreak

Release: TBA

Playlist: Dynasty ~ Miia

Tangents

"I had all and then most of you; some and now none of you"

Dreams turn into nightmares when Wonwoo and you found each other too late.

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU, Angst, Love Too Late

Release: TBA

Playlist: The Night We Met ~ Lord Huron

A/N: The warnings to each chapter will be provided as I release them but I won't post them here.

I thought a lot about it but I realised I'm more comfortable in writing with a female reader for longer writings. But I'll try to keep as inclusive as possible.

Taglist is open for this one shot Series. Please let me know if you want to be added.

If in the future you find any fault, please let me know. With that I hope we have a good time with this series.

©stayinhellevator: Please don't repost, translate or plagiarise my work.

[lee-aveyourmark]

capturing the beauty of 13 men in 4k :')

[bitterie-sweetie]

Redo

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader Genre: fluff WC: 3.5k Warnings: mentions of alcohol

The party was a little crazy and you wake up not remembering who you were making out with last night. Luckily your best friend was there and can help you solve this mystery, right?

Is it bad that the only thing you can remember from last night is making out with some guy?

Yeah, you were wasted out of your mind. The obnoxious pounding of your head and the lack of memories beyond your fourth shot at the party is only further proof of that. But oddly enough, you can clearly remember the stranger's gentle touch, the heat of his mouth, and your heart pounding so hard it might explode.

Which, when you think about it, is the other weird thing. That kind of knee-weakening, heart fluttering type of feeling has only ever been evoked by one person before—

"Y/N? Are you even listening?" Wonwoo waves a hand in front of your face, thankfully interrupting your train of thought. "Are you sure you don't remember anything from last night?"

"Based on the way you keep asking me that, I'm starting to think I'm better off not remembering it," you retort, groaning at the growing headache when you attempt to recall any memories at all. "Anyway, that's exactly why I called you. You're the last person I remember from yesterday, and I need your help."

Wonwoo's instant frown tells you that he's already wary about where this conversation is heading. And sure, he has every right to be after having spent years being dragged into the antics of his closest friend.

In your defense though, the party last night wasn't exactly your idea.

The party was Joshua's holiday party that he was co-hosting with his friend, Jeonghan, at a local bar where one of their friends works. You definitely weren't expecting an invite from Joshua, but there he'd been, handing it to you at the end of your tutorial one day. By this point, you'd already heard the rumours about how their parties tend to be... just a little bit sketchy. They had a bad rep, so to say, but no one ever talked about the reason behind that. Of course that only made you all the more curious.

So really, you were just an innocent guest attending a party that your friend personally invited you to.

And it was a good time, at least to you. But judging by Wonwoo's unamused expression, you're now wondering if you perhaps contributed to this bad rep, whatever it was you ended up doing.

"Yeah so. Did you see who I, um..." You have to pause to figure out how to ask your question without asking it directly. "Like, how I ended up getting home? After leaving the party?"

No response. You can feel him staring at you, likely to be judging you internally, but when you meet his eyes, he looks away.

"Right, okay." You give him a wry smile. "That's fine. I was thinking that retracing my steps from last night might help me recover my memories."

Wonwoo blinks.

"Please? I'll buy you that skin you've been eyeing lately?" The least you can do is try to appeal to his gamer side.

He considers for a moment, acting as if the two of you don't already know what the outcome would be. "Make it two skins."

"Deal. Now let's go do this thing."

An hour later, you're getting a strong sense of deja vu as the two of you head to the dinner spot you were just at yesterday. Nothing has changed within the span of a day—the lights are still up, not yet lit in the fading afternoon sunlight, and the trees are still decorated with the tiny trinkets and colourful tinsel. If anything, it's just slightly quieter on the streets without the same bustle of people out like last night.

The stillness on the streets coupled with Wonwoo's strange silence gives you the opportunity to finally slow down and think about why exactly you want to remember the events from last night. Why are you so adamant on finding this mystery person you were making out with? Truth to be told, you don't really know the answer to that; it was just a kiss after all, albeit a good one, but did it need to mean something? You save the thought to examine later.

"Here we are," Wonwoo breaks the silence. He opens the door to the restaurant and steps aside, waiting for you to enter first. "Anything ring a bell yet?"

You snort. "Please, it's not like I can't remember anything from this early on."

He follows right behind you, and soon, the two of you are seated. You're on the opposite side of the restaurant today, though yesterday's table with the couple currently occupying it is within your field of view.

"Oh yeah?" Wonwoo raises a brow at you. "Then what were we talking about?" He slides a menu your way and then opens his own, though he chooses to stare at you instead of reading it, awaiting a response.

You shoot him a dull look back. "We went over your hatred for the holidays. Sorry—not hatred, but distaste. The crowds are terrible, the lights are way too much, and you obviously don't like the red and green colour combo. Don't even get me started on the music."

When the waitress comes by to take your orders, you snap your mouth shut, hoping she didn't overhear this odd conversation. Wonwoo picks something off the menu as if he'd been reading it, while you end up ordering the same thing as yesterday.

"Wow, is that really how you think of me?"

"Who knows," you shrug, feeling the smug smile on your lips. "But you see, I have a theory that it's not really about any of that at all."

"Really? Go on."

You lean a little closer and gesture for him to do the same, intentionally pausing to up the suspense. "I don't think it's about the holiday or festivities at all. What you actually dislike is the—how do I say this..." you wrack your brain for the right term. "It's the couple-ness of it that you don't like. The whole cuffing season thing, the way couples are all around you, from the moment you step out of the house to when you turn on your screen and those hallmark movies are playing. You hate how love is in the air."

He doesn't respond immediately, and so you take a sip of your water to make your whole demeanour a little more nonchalant. The subject is one you don't bring up much—you may have known him for a long time and are his closest friend, but you still don't know why he's never shown any interest in love. There has never been a crush, a dating app, or someone he vaguely found attractive, and he's never cared much about your love life either and would much rather avoid the topic entirely.

Well, not that you've had much of a love life in a long time.

The crease between Wonwoo's brows deepens as he thinks, and by the time he opens his mouth, his entire face is a look of disdain. "I'll go with answer A: shitty crowds, lights, and colours."

"Bingo. I got it, didn't I?" You push it just a bit more so that maybe then he'll tell you what's really on his mind. But before he can respond, the waitress comes back with the food, and you know you've lost your opportunity.

Wonwoo stays silent for a while as the two of you eat, but you can feel his analytical eyes on you every now and then. He almost looks like he wants to say something, like he's wavering and might actually answer your question instead of avoiding it like you expect him to.

He doesn't, though. In the end, he decides to change the subject. "What about you? Why do you want to find the person you were with last night?"

"Because—"

You stop to think.

Perhaps it's what you remember about it that stirs this feeling in your gut. You remember the way it felt, the softness of his lips and the warmth of his fingers as they gently held you. The absolute tenderness that existed despite the heat of the moment and despite the alcohol in your veins making everything glow as the world spun around you.

And then there were the butterflies, the ones that only come out in the presence of that one special person. You're sure not just anyone could've made you feel like that no matter how inebriated you were, so this stranger had to be someone special. There was definitely something there.

Or so you think. Of course it might've been something you misremembered because of your delusional state last night, but at least it was something you could cling onto, right? You've been telling yourself to get out of this cycle of unrequited love and hopefully move on with your life next year. This would be the perfect excuse, and a much better one than the blind dates that your aunt keeps trying to set up for you.

"My family is still on my back about that blind date," you say, rolling your eyes for extra effect. You might as well lay the foundation now so that you have a back up excuse. "Maybe if I find this person and things work out, then they'll finally stop pestering me about that."

"How are you going to find this person? Surely you're not going to go around kissing strangers until you recover your memories? Do you remember anything about them?" Wonwoo's questions come one after the other, and it's the first time he's so interested in your love life. Usually by this point he'd be looking slightly uncomfortable and then changing the subject, and seeing this odd behaviour makes you wonder if it has anything to do with what happened yesterday.

"I... haven't thought that far," you admit. "I guess finding them isn't that important; I just want to know who they are."

"Does it matter who they are?"

The question surprises you again, so you peer at him, trying to analyze him the way he often does to you. Wonwoo's face doesn't give anything away though; he stares back without moving away once you meet his gaze, almost as if daring you to answer the question. Just like you did earlier when asking about his aversion to the holiday stuff.

"Hey, how are we doing over here?" The waitress stops by just in time.

You send a silent thanks to the greater powers.

After finishing up the meal mostly in silence, you're now heading toward the bar where the party was held last night. It's not too long of a walk from the restaurant, which was good for yesterday when you were trying not to freeze in your party outfit—or, well, maybe it wasn't so good since Wonwoo did pull you in and open up his coat to try to shield you from the wind with it.

What this short walk is also not good for, is today when he seems to use every opportunity to convince you to turn around.

"Are you sure you want to know, Y/N?" Wonwoo slows down his steps beside you until he's practically dragging his feet. "It's not too late to go home. We could watch that movie on your list or put up the new ornaments you bought."

His offer is so strange, not quite unlike your offer to buy him skins for his game, that you nearly accept on the spot. But as tempting as it sounds, today needs to be spent finding the potential love of your life.

You pretend to consider for a moment. "Tempting, but no," you shake your head. "I need to solve this mystery."

He doesn't say anything to that, but you don't give him a chance to before you're speeding up and heading to the next spot.

The sun has now set, and the many coloured lights of the streets are just beginning to light up as the two of you head towards the bar where the party was last night. More people are out and about; couples holding hands as they walk side by side, singles hurrying home, groups of friends heading to the Christmas market nearby. Everyone you look at could potentially be the person you were with last night.

But who could it have been? Surely it couldn't have been the worst-case scenario, your ex—you don't even think he was at the party since you've never talked about him before, but knowing Jeonghan and Joshua, they totally could've found a way to bring him there. Maybe it was the hottie, Mingyu, whose name is the only thing you can remember just because of his thousand-watt smile. Or maybe it was—

No. Your heart gives an involuntary jerk at the thought, and you have to shake your head to get rid of the idea. No, it's not possible at all.

"Y/N?" Wonwoo stops a few steps ahead of you, glancing back with concern at your abrupt stop. "You good?"

"Yeah, of course." You shoot him a quick smile but avoid his gaze. Now you definitely need to get rid of that thought.

The two of you make your way to the bar, but the search is futile the whole way. People are everywhere all around you, walking along the streets and gathered by the bar, and yet, somehow no one you look at seems to fit the picture. You see the same bartender from last night and he greets you with a wave, but his hair is much longer than what you remember about the mystery person, and his lips much thicker.

But you soon realize that the lack of resemblance isn't even the issue. At the back of the bar when you do seem to spot an attractive stranger with similar features to what you remember, your heart still sinks at the thought of having kissed them. And it's the same with every person you look at, which only means one thing: the problem is that you can't possibly imagine ever being in love with them. You can't imagine being in love with anyone other than your best friend.

It feels like hours later when the two of you finally decide to call it a day. 

There's an empty bench just down the street from the bar, close enough to the Christmas market that you get a nice view of the lights when you collapse onto it. The bustle of earlier has calmed down at this late hour, though it does little to calm the nervous pulsing of your heart. You can't quite pinpoint what it is that's making your stomach twist, and it certainly doesn't help that Wonwoo is so close you can see the fresh snowflakes landing on his eyelashes and in his hair.

It'd be nice if this moment could last forever—only the two of you existing as the rest of the world is muffled by the snow.

But nothing lasts forever, and you know that you have to end this and move on with your life.

"It was someone from the party, wasn't it?" you ask tentatively. Wonwoo seems to be analyzing you when he looks over, but otherwise doesn't respond. "And you know who it is."

That earns you a nod.

"I thought so." You heave a sigh, turning away from him to stare at the lights in the distance. No wonder he seems to have been dropping hints all day—the cryptic questions, the subtle slip ups. He can be a really careful guy when he wants to be, but this time it's as if he wants you to know that he knows. And yet, the two of you still spent all day aimlessly retracing your steps. "Then why wouldn't you just tell me who it is?"

"Because," Wonwoo mumbles, "what if it's someone you don't want it to be?"

"Then it would just have been a fun time and nothing more, I guess. Why does that m—"

"What if it's someone that you can't see that way? Someone you'll never be able to have feelings for?"

The question catches you off guard. Here you are, half expecting a name drop at this point after having spent so long searching in vain—you expect him to simply tell you that this mystery person really was your ex or maybe the bartender, or maybe even Joshua himself for whatever reason. Gross. So yes, there might be a list of people you don't want it to be, but what you don't understand is why Wonwoo is making such a big deal out of it.

When you look over at him, there's a sort of apprehension written on his face that he doesn't bother hiding. And while it confuses you why he's taking this so seriously, you can also feel the growing tension in the air between you, making each ticking second veer towards a slope that you'll be unable to turn back from. You never thought this would matter so much, but it's as if everything depends on this one, singular moment. The instant when he reveals the truth.

Why would he care so much about it though? Why would it matter to him who his best friend was drunkenly making out with? Why would he be so oddly hesitant yet curious about what you thought of this person—

"What if you're disappointed by who it is?"

The memories rush back so quickly that you nearly kneel over.

Stumbling out of the bar, finding this exact bench. The world spinning in a kaleidoscopic blur of lights, the warmth of his hands guiding you. You'd sat here and teased him about his distaste for the holidays—you asked if he hated it when you brought him to the Christmas market with you every year, and if he'd much rather not help you put up the tree. You asked why he even went to the holiday party with you this year despite hating both the holidays and parties. 

Then when you looked up...

"The mistletoe." You let out a gasp when you see it right above you, still in the same position it'd been in last night. The very mistletoe that you'd pointed out to Wonwoo and asked him if he hated it too.

If he hated being underneath it with you.

"You remember it now?" he asks quietly. He appears calm, stoic as usual, but it's all too easy to see that there's anxiety swimming just beneath it all.

"Yeah, it's coming back to me now. So that's why you didn't straight up tell me even though you knew all along." You nod to yourself as you put together the pieces.

"We were drunk and caught up in the moment so I didn't think you meant what you said or would even want to remember it. I was going to let you forget it, Y/N, in case you thought it was a mistake."

It all makes sense now. All of that would explain his nervous energy today, the odd questions, the sudden interest. Except there's just one more thing... "But then why did you agree to come with me and retrace our steps? You—you wanted me to remember."

He sighs and gives in with a nod. "Yeah, it was a chance to redo the day. Last night was wild and things kind of went out of control, but this way, we can do it differently. I kept hoping that maybe there's the slightest chance you really meant it, what you said about..."

About being in love with your best friend, you think, internally cringing when you can hear the words in your own voice from last night. You'd nearly screamed it out loud, and the situation was probably more than embarrassing and not pretty at all—blame it on Joshua for having this party in the first place. This was nothing like how you might've pictured confessing to a crush at all.

But as crazy and mortifying as it was, it feels almost like an inside joke, a moment that only the two of you would ever know. And when you finally manage to process what Wonwoo just said, your heart speeds up for an entirely different reason.

Hope. This is what you'd been hoping for, too.

"I meant all of it," you quickly say, diving right in before you can chicken out. "Did you? When you said that you don't hate all this holiday stuff, but actually enjoy it because it's with me? That you... feel the same way?"

"Yeah, Y/N. You have no idea how long I've been holding onto that." The tension in his body has eased and there's finally a smile on his lips, perhaps for the first time today. "And about the mistletoe right above us? I don't hate it, Y/N," Wonwoo repeats his words from last night. "Not at all."

"Ah, I see," you tease despite the hammering of your heart at what's to come. "Is that what you want to redo this day for?"

Wonwoo's smile widens. "I'd gladly redo any day if it's with you."

When the distance closes and you feel the tenderness in his touch and taste the soda on his tongue, you know that this redo of a night would be committed to memory forever.

[sweetiesicheng]

wonwoo - arcade

word count : 555

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"you missed again."

"i know."

"and again."

"yes, i know."

"and-"

you shoved the controller into wonwoo's hands, "i give up." you sat down and crossed your arms as the game showed a "game over" sign on the screen.

you and your best friend, wonwoo, were at an arcade. he usually hung out at the arcade with friends, but you came because of a failed blind date.

wonwoo put some tokens into the machine and started playing the zombie game that you two were at. you watched as he nailed every shot as if he practiced playing beforehand.

"are you just going to show off at every game we play tonight?" you asked him.

"considering how you're so bad at playing video games? yea," he replied. "did the guy show up?" he asked you.

"no. why do you think i'm here right now?" you replied to him.

"i think you need to chill with all these dates, y/n," he said to you and cleared the game. he put the controller down and turned to face you.

you looked away and shrugged, "yea, you're right. these dates have been horrible anyways," you mentioned.

"cause all those guys aren't good. you need to find someone who's better than all those losers," wonwoo said to you. "what about mingyu?" he asked.

"mingyu? no, he's great, but i think he's into that girl on the soccer team," you replied. you sighed and dropped your head back to look at the ceiling. "i think the universe is just telling me that i'm supposed to be single for the rest of my life," you said to him, "become one of those crazy cat ladies instead."

"you shouldn't think like that," wonwoo replied. you heard him put more tokens into the machine, and he started playing the game again.

"kind of hard not to think like this when every date i've been on has either been horrible or the guy ghosted me," you replied to him and moved your head back. "any of your friends single? besides mingyu?" you asked him. you didn't really know his friends too well, but wonwoo mentioned them quite a bit when you two would hang out.

"i mean, i do know someone who is looking to date," he answered.

"who?" you asked.

"hang on, let me win," he replied and continued playing the game. you watched him play for a few minutes before winning. "yes!" he cheered, watching his score appear on the screen, beating the previous high score.

you kicked him in the back of the knee to make him turn around to look at you. he placed the controller down on the counter.

"who's looking to date?" you asked him, being relatively impatient for the past few minutes.

"me."

"you?"

"me."

"you?"

"are we going to keep repeating things to each other today?" wonwoo asked you. "you, i want to go on a date with you, y/n."

"you're joking."

"and if i told you i liked you since senior year?" he asked again.

"you're still joking."

wonwoo rolled his eyes at you before signing. "y/n, i like you. let's go on a date, right now."

you sat there, frozen. you stared at wonwoo while he sighed again. then, he grabbed your arm to pull you up.

"we're going on a date."

[sluttywonwoo]

Hi! What do you think the svt members reaction would be to another member liking their crush as well - like would they try to win their crush over or are they more likely to back away / anything else? 👀

adding a cut just bc this one got a lil long!!

seungcheol: this puts him in a very precarious position because he’s supposed to be the leader. he’s supposed to be unbiased and love all of his members equally. but it’s hard to do that when one of said members also has heart eyes for you. he’d sort of give that member the silent treatment, and try spending more time with you as a result. he isn’t eager to tell you how he feels because he’s terrified you’ll reject him, but he doesn’t want to miss his chance so he’ll work up the courage to confess, waiting for the right moment.

jeonghan: unless he’s convinced you’re the love of his life, he’d tell the other member to go for it and let you go </3 if it’s just a simple crush, jeonghan figures it will pass eventually and he’ll find someone new. he doesn’t think it’s worth it to fight over a crush with someone he’s forced to spend all his time with and has to work with for at least the next seven years.

joshua: he’ll try and tell you how he feels first, beating the other guy to it. joshua isn’t sure if you’ll reciprocate but he wants to put himself out there so at least he won’t spend the rest of his life wondering “what if”.

jun: he’s more annoyed about it than he lets on. whoever the other member is, he’ll kind of laugh about it with them in the moment, but then when he’s alone again he’ll sulk. his moodiness might even bleed into his hangouts with you, leading you to ask him what’s wrong. he’ll either spill everything or just pretend like he’s tired, either way he’s getting cuddles from you as a result.

soonyoung: it turns into a sitcom-level competition for this dude, like who can win your heart faster— it doesn’t matter who it is, he’s going to fight for you and will do whatever it takes to come out on top.

wonwoo: he’s sooo so shy, it’d be like his worst nightmare to learn that one of his members also likes you. he would need major evidence that you also like him to even begin to consider confessing to you so he’d have to sort of… drop hints and test the waters to try and gauge your feelings.

jihoon: he hates conflict so he’d let the other member make a move first. if you don’t reciprocate, then he’ll shoot his shot and try and win you over fair and square. but if you do reciprocate, jihoon will simply be bitter about it forever and hold a grudge against them until the day he dies.

seokmin: poor guys panics, and ends up telling you everything, even though you didn’t ask. he basically blurts out all of his feelings and also mentions that he knows his member has a crush on you too. and then after dumping all of this info on you he’ll just. dip. he’d run off, leaving you there to process all the things he’d just said.

mingyu: listen, he gives everything his best shot. he knows he’s a good looking dude and thinks he might have a decent chance with you so he’d go for it. he thinks he can offer a lot too, but then again so can any member of seventeen which makes him a little less confident about the whole thing. at the very least, he knows he’s taller than the other guy which is a win for him (but only if you’re into tall guys).

minghao: minghao is quiet and reserved, but when it comes to love i think he’s a bit more headstrong. he’s a romantic, but also a realist, meaning he knows he has to work for what he wants. he can’t just sit around and wait for a relationship to fall into his lap and if he wants to be with you he needs to speak up. putting himself out there like that would be sooo difficult for him but he’s able to convince himself that it’s worth it for the opportunity to be with you.

seungkwan: he would honestly get pretty jealous— as anyone would if they were suddenly competing for their crush— and would do his best to steer you away from said competitor. he’d suddenly start spending all of his time with you so that the other member couldn’t get you alone, just silently hoping you aren’t getting sick of having him around.

vernon: he doesn’t think he’s bothered by it until he watches you laughing at their joke and realizes “oh fuck, i can’t let this happen”. however, how he decides to fix it… he doesn’t even know. he’d have to ask one of his other members (one that isn’t also in love with you) for advice.

chan: it’s tricky for him as the maknae because technically there’s a degree of respect he’s supposed to pay the older members but he’d honestly just say fuck it and do what he wants (he always does anyway). and in this case what he wants is you. he’s too proud to bow out so he’d be up front with you and lay it all out there.

[wonwoosthetic]

Could you share some of the svt recs you get too?? I need some more recs as well. (But obviously yours are amazing too!!!)

YESS, of course!!

So, I’m just gonna mix the ones that I got and some of my personal favourites: (in no specific order)

(these are only series recommendations, I can do one shots, etc. too, if you want to🤗)

WARNING: smut (for some)

@meltwonu ‘s entire masterlist. And when I say entire, I truly mean ENTIRE. Writing is immaculate. I love it.

Some of my personal faves:

- caffeine (wonwoo series): who doesn’t love a good frat boy Wonwoo, right?!😫 + the sequel until I met you !!!

- thief (svt): I’m too much in love with the home run mv and every series with that theme, so this is a big MUST READ

- ch-ch-cherry bomb (scoups series): no words. Absolutely no words. Just amazing. I don’t know how to describe it. Just read it. Love it. Such good smut omg.

- pls read all of her drabbles too!! Sooo good!

@wonwoonlight if you don’t know her, you’ve been living under a rock. At this point, I’m convinced everyone know her writing because it’s THAT good

personal faves:

- my daisy (Mingyu series): YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE READ THIS.

- my way to you (Wonwoo series): just so beautiful😫 istg I’m a sucker for her writing and this is just another masterpiece

@bubblebeom another pretty famous tumblr writer, I’m pretty sure. She’s another one of those angels sent from heaven with her insane talent for writing.

I can’t even put my faves together, so here is her masterlist

But when talking about series specifically, obviously:

- Heart & Seoul (Wonwoo series): too good. Every carat on this planet has to read this. Chef’s kiss.

- Getting Closer (Wonwoo, Mingyu series): if you’re a carat and have tumblr, you probably already know about this one, but I’m still gonna hype it tf up because this is one that I will also never get tired of reading)

I recently read Vanilla for the first time and Jesus Christ… went back the next day to read it again. Most definitely am going to read it a third time. And a fourth. And who knows how many times again after that. The best Joshua smut I’ve ever read on this app ngl. I actually had to put the phone down because I started blushing so hard.

AND Remind Me. Read it. Loved it. You should too

@heavenshoon Days Off With SVT (SVT series)

Something cute I stumbled upon and I REALLY liked it!! Highly highly recommend!! Very excited to see more of her in the future!🥰👏🏼

@marigold-sunflowers dear stupid diary (Jeonghan series)

This was recommended to me and I still have to start it, but I’m very excited!!!🤭🤗

@twogyuu Terrifyingly Innocent (S.Coups series)

LISTEN. I’ve already reblogged it (and this woman actually asked me if I aren’t a “famous” tumblr writer, GIRL STOP🥹) But I will not shut up about this. I read it now three times and God… LORD… I can’t get enough of it😫😫 it’s TOO GOOD. I will never ever ever get tired of this series.

Gonna start reading all of her other stuff as well!!

And then there’s this series that I, for the love of God, cannot find anymore. It’s literally making me so sad because it was one of my faves.

It played in a Home Run!AU (MY ABSOLUTE FAVE) and it was about the reader being in a relationship with one of the members and they’re on a cruise and a diamond goes missing and they’re trying to find out who stole it.

ISTG IT WAS SO GOOD AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT IS OR WHAT IT WAS CALLED😫😭 I think the writer deactivated their account tbh…

I remember the username being something with Minghao and their profile pic too! And they also had another AMAZING series with Wonwoo x idol!Reader… (I think they’re were the same profiles)

So good… so sad to have lost it… I’ll never forgive myself for that

Here are some! I might add a few after a while or post another fic rec if anyone asks :) also: I 100% forgot some, so I’ll most definitely make another fic rec post

If anyone wants to recommend some more to me, feel free to do so!!!!🤗

Thank you for also enjoying my own series♥️🥰♥️

[lamarkeu]

I Don’t Like This

Synopsis: Mingyu thinks he’s capable of compromising the feelings he has for you in order to maintain your friendship. He finds that the favors you and his team members ask only seem to make things more difficult.

Genre: Non Idol!AU, SPY!SVT, Scientist!Reader, fluff, angst and suggestive

Word Count: Just a little over 2k (I proof read it once so if there’s any grammatical errors pls let me know).

A/N: There’s no SVT sector for NIS in real life, so for the sake of this story it stands for Sector for Violent Crimes and Terrorism. Let me know if you want me to do drabbles with the other members too. I’ll be working on more WIPS after my camping trip 👀

You and Mingyu met on the first day of spy academy where the two of you were sat comfortably at the top of your class both in brains and brawn’s respectfully. The big wigs at The National Intelligence Service payed close attention to the two of you, only accepting a few graduates each year.

There was an unspoken bond you gained over the course of being partners for your time at school. He swears if it weren’t for your leg injury during the final test the NIS would’ve picked you up as agents.

Lost was one way you could describe life after your injury. If it weren’t for his words of encouragement, you probably wouldn’t have even considered the scientist position at NIS’s newest team: the sector for violent crimes and terrorism.

Your team initially had five founding members including Mingyu, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Seungcheol and yourself. As word came in of the success of your missions resumes from newly graduated agents would come piling in. The main office is now home to 26 members.

Mingyu was one of the teams top agents who worked hard until the end of every work week. The tasks he was given off the field seemed to make them drag on, like when Seungcheol requests him to test the new plasma gun before clocking out for the night.

The shooting range was oddly quiet; the only sound he could hear was your sweet voice instructing your newest intern on how to work your newest creation.

“Last time I checked those guns were for field agents. Not lab interns.” He yells earning him an eye roll from Wonwoo.

You turn to him, “Well, as head of our lab, I wanted to show off the hard work and brain power he’s contributed to our team-” You can't help but shake your head at the usually friendly giant, as he pulls his sleeves up to show off his biceps. “Please tell me you have protective gear.”

“Here, borrow mine.” Wonwoo offers a fresh pair of earplugs from his lab coat tossing it towards Mingyu before taking his protective noise canceling headphones off.

Mingyu all but yells at you as you leave the room. “Where are you going? Don’t you need to monitor him?”

Their first encounter had Mingyu mistaken Wonwoo for their new office intern Seungkwan and gave him money to buy everyone coffee.

This small confusion almost resulted in someone almost destroying the lab and the photocopier. Mingyu has since been banned from asking interns to go on coffee runs and from using the offices coffee machine.

“I’m his boss, not his babysitter. Besides, he's a natural and I’m done my shift.” Patting the two of them on the shoulder before making your exit. “Have a good night boys.”

Mingyu picks up a second plasma gun on the wall and gets a few head shots on the target. Before gloating about his shot Wonwoo fired his rounds and left identical holes. “You got a pretty nice shot for a lab rat.”

“Look, I’m gonna cut to the chase. I know you don’t like me but I want to put aside our differences to ask you what kind of gift I should Y/N as a thank you for training me- why are you laughing?”

“Wait, that wasn’t a joke?” His eyes stared at him. “I guess I never saw you as a gift giving type.

“That’s okay right?” Mingyu kind of stares at him in confusion before Wonwoo explains, “I always thought you two had a thing.”

“We’re just friends.” He manages to stutter out. “Last time I checked we’re still at work, discussing any personal business could result in-”

“Relax, I’m not here to grill you, I just need to know her preferences for flowers. Who better to ask than her work husband.” Mingyu's face gets all red at the nickname Wonwoo chose.

“Don’t get flowers, Y/N hates how she has to take care of them 24/7. Get something like a cactus.”

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Mingyu walks in with his morning coffee a few days after that encounter. A bitter taste leaves the field agent’s mouth as he tries to determine if it came from his latte, the little cacti sitting at your desk or the Instagram post you took with Wonwoo at a fancy dinner restaurant.

He shakes his head of those thoughts, holding tightly to the second cup in his hand; a green tea for you. The hope this gesture could have him fall into your favour once again is immediately beaten to a pulp as he see you at your desk with none other than the office flirt, Yoon Jeonghan. He watches from afar as the older calls you that dreaded nickname.

Back when they all first started Jeonghan had difficulty remembering your name so he would also call you “Baby girl”, to get your attention. No matter how many times it gets thrown around it’s almost impossible for Mingyu to keep his entire body from cringing.

Amidst their usual morning exchanges Mingyu hadn’t noticed the cup Jeonghan was hiding behind his back until it was offered up to you. He could only assume it was the same drink he had in his hands.

In an attempt to save face, slowly making his escape towards the lab doors before turning to see the devil himself right in front of him.

“Just the man I was looking for. Remember how I saved your ass from getting caught in a sting operation and how you said you’d pay me back with a favor?”

“Can you please get to your point, I have a meeting with Joshua and Seungcheol about getting my coffee machine privileges back.”

“Help me break up Wonwoo and Y/N.” Jeonghan announces almost nonchalantly.

Mingyu stutters out in confusion, “T-they're not together.”

“Oh really? Why don’t you tell that to the little cactus Y/N keeps flaunting around the office.” He takes his phone out, showing Y/N’s most recent story where her cactus sits quietly at her desk with a hat sticker over it.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.”

“What no,” Mingyu doesn’t miss the hesitation in his answer. “Wonwoo’s a newbie so he doesn’t realize how hard it was for her to get here. Can’t have him risking all that hard work because some lab tech isn’t able to keep his feelings in check.” As if he were trying to convince himself that was in fact the only reason.

“Don’t act like you don’t like her too. Your cup of tea and coffee is really telling.”

“Look you can do what you want just don’t get me involved. I’m already in trouble with Seungcheol as is.”

Jeonghan looks down at his pocket after hearing it go off. He checks the caller before leaving Mingyu “Just do me a favor and let me know if you have any intel. I have a friend that likes her and wants to ask her out.”

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Seungcheol wraps up the team meeting with his agents and their new assignments. He’s posted in Manila to arrest major drug traffickers bringing heroin to Seoul while Chan is stationed in Busan to deal with an underground fighting ring.

You’re asked to stay at home base to communicate with Mingyu over earphones and also act as a translator.

“Careful out there, your smart mouth has the tendency to put you in harms way and I’m afraid I won’t be there to patch up your wounds.” There’s a slight sense of change in your tone.

Mingyu often puts himself on the line as a field agent, so there have been a few times he’s gotten close calls. His heart warms at this worry

“I promise, I will try to be on my best behavior. You on the other hand need to promise me you’ll actually sleep while I’m not around to nag you.” He reassures you, trying to lighten up the atmosphere with a little laugh.

You smile in agreement, “Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow then, okay?”

“Perfect. Bye Y/N.”

Chan makes his way over to his partner as he finishes the last of his coffee.“Mingyu Hyung, are you meeting up with Y/N anytime soon?”

“Tomorrow actually to go over what items to bring on our trip, why what’s up Chan?

“I wanted to return the equipment she let me borrow at the last siege.” He explains. “I also wanted to check to see if you asked her out yet?”

Chan was one of the few people who knew about his feelings. Having been paired together for as long as they’ve worked here, they often shared with each other their personal lives. Mingyu's silence in and of itself was pretty telling.

“You’re not gonna know how she feels until you ask. There are a lot of people willing to step in if you’re not brave enough, me included.”

Mingyu’s eyes go wide as saucers at the sudden confession.

“Y/N is a catch and deserves to be treated well instead of being strung along by your below average flirting.”

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Attending a ball was the last thing Mingyu thought he would be doing while working undercover. With your insight you managed to notify the whole team that their target would be hosting an event to cover up their money trail. Insisting you stay behind past closing to help lead Mingyu through this mission.

For the most part it went well though there were a few times you had to prompt him through his ear piece to get over the language barrier between him and some guests. Carefully you access the hotel cameras from your office computer to monitor Mingyu’s movements.

He breaks away from the crowded convention centre, to avoid the prying eyes of the public seeking refuge in the mens washroom before sending the signal to the other NIS agents to arrest the target.

The sound of static is heard in his ears breaking apart the sound of running water before he closes the tap, “I need a favour.” Your voice come through clear as day.

“Surprisingly, you wouldn’t be the first person to ask me that this week.” He scoffs before running through the sides of his hair with hands.

“I need someone to act as my date for my high school reunion. Is there any member of the team you could introduce me as a boyfriend?”

The silence on his end was almost deafening that you’re convinced his audio cut out, but before you can say anything he replies with a monotone, “None.”

“What about Chan or Wonwoo?”

“No. Just go alone.”

“Why?” You pry.

The discomfort caused by that question is followed by him trying to shut the conversation down, stating, “Can we talk about this when I get back. I don’t like this.”

You scoff at his stubbornness, “Why not?”

“It’s just because-“

“Why?” You whisper into his ear.

“You’re my wife.”

“Yeah, your work wife. I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal- wait.”

Mingyu hears the sound of the bathroom door opening as she stops. Quickly he rushes into one of the stalls and whispers to you in confusion. “What?”

“I knew it, you are jealous.” grinning satisfyingly as you reveal the truth “I wanted to see if you’d actually cave into the guys showing interest in me and you did.”

His brain finally clicks, having found out what she was insinuating. “Not cool, Y/L/N. You could’ve just asked me how I feel about you.” He feigns being upset as the sound of the door closing signals that the other occupants in the washroom have left. “When is your reunion?” He asks wanting to keep his heart from beating out of his chest after his subtle confession.

“A week from today at my old high school.” She reassures him.

“Perfect, I’ll be back from this mission in three days.” Finally getting back to the ball room he watches the other agents on standby to follow his signal. “I can take you out on a real date the next time we meet before the reunion.”

To keep yourself from squealing, you cover your face and say a muffled, “I’d like that a lot.” The target comes into view on your security camera making a run towards the back exit where Mingyu was standing. “Gyu, our guys making an escape on your left.”

Sound of sirens could be heard in the background, as Mingyu corners their target in the gardens of the venue with the help of local police. He whispers a quick thank you to Y/N before heading to his rental car. For a moment he sits trying to take everything in.

His curiosity wins over him quite easily this time from having drank a little too much champagne, “I understand how you convinced Wonwoo to be part of your plan but how did you get Chan and Jeonghan?”

You simply tell him it’s a secret. He groans unsatisfied with that answer. You laugh it over for the most part, mentally reminding yourself to treat Wonwoo and Chan for helping out. From across your desk you see Jeonghan chatting away with Seungcheol, the two walk past the lab window to the direction of the cafeteria for lunch. You’re left wondering what he said to Mingyu as he was never a part of your plan.

[odetojeons]

Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? — Jeon Wonwoo

request:  a lil drunk reader × possessive wonu angry sex pls

tags: fem and brat!reader, dom!wonwoo, edging, semi-public sex, angry sex, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tiiiiiny bit of light degradation and spit kink, unprotected sex (stay safe), wall sex (oh yes you read that right), a whole lot of dirty talk, JEON WONWOO IN A CROP TOP BYE, established jeon wonwoo x reader

a/n: this took me a whole fucking day to write it 💀 i think my soul left my body on the meantime and now i’m just a spirit,, but i love this so much, pls, possessive wonu is one of the biggest moods ever 🥵 also i’m sure i made a lot of stupid grammar mistakes that i didn’t realize even after proof reading it, so you’re just gonna,, pretend you don’t see those :)) i hope you enjoy, i made this with all my heart JDJSJDJS

word count:  6244

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You know very well you’re being annoying and petty today.

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You both have been on this damn party for a while and you tried to get Wonwoo to leave and fuck you for at least five times now. You tried dirty dancing on the dance floor; nope. You tried sitting on his lap when he was talking to his friends; nope. You even tried to make out with him; but it only had lasted for a few minutes.

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It had you even more horny and angry. And that is never a good combination when it comes to you.

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But can people really blame you when Wonwoo is looking that good? You have been making a great amount of effort not to stare too much at Wonwoo’s abs peeking from his black cropped shirt, the sharpness of his V-line more visible than it should be legally allowed — it’s bad for your poor heart after all. But you do a poor job of hiding how the whole outfit affects you, because Wonwoo was looking and he had this known glint swimming inside his eyes and it’s got you licking your lips. 

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But still, he didn’t do anything.

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Well, not until you used your last resort.

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Your mind threw back to the memory of Wonwoo’s big hand resting on your inner thigh earlier when you were sitting in his lap, the veins in the back of his palm tracing a dirty path up to his forearms. And there’s always a strength, even a possessiveness in the way he holds you, his other hand squeezing a little hard against your waist, grip tightening every time someone stares at you for a second too long. There’s something so raw in the way he acts, like it’s almost unconscious, and it turns you on without a doubt.

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No matter how you looked at other people and tried to rile him up, Wonwoo still remained in his stupid composed behavior, this little acts being the only proof of his jealousy. 

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But not tonight. Tonight you were going to make him snap, no matter what. You were gonna make him fuck you rough and fast and give you as many orgasms as you wanted.

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Oh, but you were so wrong. Things totally backfired at you.

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You started by going into the dance floor again, after a few shots of some liquid courage. Swaying your hips at the beat, you tried your best to throw sultry looks at where he was sitting — manspreading, your brain unfortunately added, because he looked so hot doing that — in one of the sofas, eyes set on you like you’re the only thing that he could ever look at.

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You smirked, pleased with his reaction, before proceeding with your plan. Hands reaching forward, you touched the shoulder of the first guy you saw in front of you. It doesn’t take long for him to turn around and smile. He seemed genuinely nice, so you felt a little bad for using him to make your boyfriend jealous, but when you looked at him the guilt disappeared in two seconds.

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His head was hung low, eyebrows frown and fists clenched in where he supported his arms on the sofa. You winked at him and clearly saw how he seemed to almost visibly snarl at your teasing, knowing very well what was your intent with all of that; Wonwoo looked at you like he was about to consume you whole in front of everyone just to prove who you belonged to — and you felt your legs tremble at the idea of that.

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It was a game to see who would give in first; you to your frustration and horniness or Wonwoo to his possessives and jealousy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, the both of you shooting daggers into each other, especially when you turned your back to the guy and swayed your hips obscenely for him. 

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But it was when he put his hand on your waist and glued his lips to your ear that things started taking a turn of events; in the next second, Wonwoo was standing right beside you. The air grew thicker quickly, and your breath was knocked out of you at the sight of your — very pissed off and very hot — boyfriend looking down at you. 

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Wonwoo’s voice had rang through your ears, loud enough to make you mewl softly even through all the music going on in the background.

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“Dancing?” you asked with fake innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. Wonwoo groaned, grabbing your wrist.

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“Um,” the guy from before started. “I think I should be going now?”

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He waited for an answer, but you and Wonwoo were too busy looking at each other intensively to even care, so he cleared his throat and left.

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“Let’s go,” he stated simply, pulling at you through the crowd so you both could go outside. You giggle a little when you trip on your foot, a bit tipsy with the shots you took.

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And that’s how you find yourself currently being guided until you were both right in front of his car. Your mouth opens, ready to make a clever comment that would surely rile him up and give in to what you want, before he turns around and gets all over your personal space, so suddenly that the words get stuck in your throat. The scent of his cedarwood cologne invades your lungs, sending your mind into a little haze.

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“What were you thinking, letting another man touch you?” Wonwoo says, voice rough and firm, lips pressed into a thin line like he was still holding something back.

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And you don’t want him to.

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“You took too long, and I have needs,” you retort, stepping up into his space too, not wanting to back down even when the sight of Wonwoo’s dark, dark eyes bleeding with lust made a very noticeable shiver run down your spine.

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“What kind of need would even make you want to rub yourself all over someone else that—” he stops himself, closing his mouth before groaning, annoyed. You smirk at him, knowing what he was going to say.

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All over someone else that isn’t me.

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“Hmm, let me see,” you giggle, face centimeters apart from his, your breaths mingling with each other. “A need to get fucked hard, for starters.”

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The intensity of his gaze growing exponentially dark wipes the smile off your face in seconds. You try not to gulp when he scoffs, taking one messy step back when he takes one further.

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“So that’s what this is about?” Wonwoo questions, tone suddenly mean and sarcastic, and there’s heat licking and pooling at your lower belly faster than you expected. His deep voice never fails to leave you trembling. “You’re so desperate to get railed that you couldn’t even wait to get home before throwing yourself at some random dude.”

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Your cheeks tint red in shame and arousal, realizing this wasn’t a question. It was an affirmation, like he knows exactly how horny you are, and you try to remain composed. You are not going to give up until he loses it.

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“Maybe,” you say, a single finger trailing through his torso distractingly, and you don’t even try to hide your hunger when you look at his abs peeking from behind his cropped. Wonwoo’s face hardens at that, and you smile internally in victory. “Why? Are you jealous, baby?”

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He laughs, throwing his head back, but it only serves to make you even more satisfied. That’s exactly the reaction you expected him to have.

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“You’re drunk,” Wonwoo answers instead, and you think it’s endearing how he denies so hard that he’s not possessive.

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“Nope,” you press your finger in his chest again, but he doesn’t even buge from the place. Fuck, that’s hot, you think, licking your lips and watching Wonwoo’s eyes zeroing in the action. “A little bit tipsy? Yes. But drunk? Not at all.”

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Suddenly, you back away, trying to ignore the way your body protests against the lack of warmth, the lack of Wonwoo.

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“So if you’re not jealous, then you wouldn’t mind me getting off with someone else, right?” you trail off, feeling proud of yourself when he looks at you like you just made something emerge from the ground with psychic powers.

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“What?” he asks, tone furious, and you jump a little in place with the intensity of it, but soon recovers with a pout.

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“I mean,” you start, acting like you’re not saying the biggest stupid thing you could ever think of saying, shrugging at him. Of course it was all a lie, there’s no way you’ll ever want someone else other than Wonwoo. “You’re always telling me to wait and wait and wait, so if you’re not that jealous, then maybe I should get someone else to fuck me when you can’t.”

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Wonwoo moves so fast your brain takes a time to understand what he just did; in a second you were standing with your glorious bratty attitude, the next you were pushed against the car, one hand squeezing your jaw tight in place and the other holding your wrists behind your back. His bigger and broader body pins yours against the door, and you have a hard time breathing now.

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Now that’s a way to sober up.

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“No,” he grits out, sounding more like a growl than an actual word. Your heart is hammering like crazy against your chest, and you gasp softly when he pushes your jaw backwards until the back of your head hits the car, neck exposed for him. “No one should be allowed to touch you like this. No one but me. No one.”

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Then Wonwoo bites the juncture of your neck and shoulder, so hard you think the mark is gonna be there for days. You moan at that, hips kicking and shocking with Wonwoo’s.

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“You know nobody could fuck you like I do,” he says, sounding smug but also dead serious, and this cocky side of his during such moments never fails to make you wet.

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You inhale, reuniting the fight there’s still in you. To be honest the only thing that makes you still retort back is the alcohol. It gives you a special ability of not being able to shut up.

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“I guess someone else will have to fuck me so I can believe you.”

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You watch his demeanor change instantly at that; shoulders tensing, jaw clenching and predatory eyes — Wonwoo kisses the breath out of you. He sucks at your body lip, licking at the seam of your mouth, and you gasp, mouth parting and his tongue slides against yours. There’s a hot flash rushing all over you as your body pulses with want; Wonwoo has always been a great kisser, capable of surrendering you putty in his hands.

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He kisses you again and again and again, as if someone might take you away. He kisses you like he wants to carve his identity in your soul. He kisses you so messy and hungry that your teeth actually clack and the sounds of your lips dragging roughly and tongues rubbing against each other fills the air around you.

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Wonwoo can probably taste the alcohol, if the way he moans is anything to go by.

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It is dirty, lewd and so fucking hot you feel the fight leaving your body momentarily along with your breath, lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. There are a few tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and you don’t even realize their presence, but then, and only then, Wonwoo pulls away. He bites at your lower lip one more time, a lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths for a short while before it breaks.

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“Seems like you suddenly forgot who’s name you scream when you’re getting railed,” Wonwoo tells you, voice poisonous and labored breath caressing the skin of your neck. “Should I remind you?”

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“Y-yes,” you moan out, enjoying the proposal, but it only serves to make Wonwoo scoff.

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“I think you need to learn how to respect me first,” he says instead, and there’s butterflies swarming together in your belly, chest still heaving for air.

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“Will you punish me if I don’t?” you retort, staring him right back in the eyes.

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Wonwoo growls.

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“You better shut the fuck up before I make you regret,” he says, and you feel a shiver rocking so bad on your body that your hips collide into Wonwoo’s, his half hard cock pressing against your stomach. The feeling makes you moan.

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“Why would I?” you ask, trembling voice giving away how much this all affects you. “I want this.”

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There’s a bit of silence before you continue.

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“Make me regret.”

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“Fuck,” Wonwoo groans, biting on your neck again, this time so far up that you won’t be able to hide it that easily. “So needy you can’t even think about anything else other than having a cock drilling into you.”

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Wonwoo kisses your moan away, sucks at your bottom lip until it’s swollen. Then, he puts three fingers in your mouth, like he’s telling you to shut up.

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Wonwoo turns his head to look down at your shuddering frame trapped between the side of the car and him. You don’t look up, too focused on sucking at his long fingers, but when Wonwoo starts to move his arm that was occupied by your mouth, you stir, and look up to meet his eyes.

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They’re dark, with a glint in them you could only recognize as devious and wicked and so so so mean. It’s the same glint he gets when he’s about to deal out a punishment, or tease you enough that you believe it’s a punishment. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, and a bead of sweat drips from your eyebrow. You wonder what you’ve got yourself in for the night when you both get home.

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As if on cue, answering your arousal hazed thoughts, the hand that was slowly doing a dangerous path down your body settles itself on the front of your pants. It’s heavy on your clit, and you can feel Wonwoo digging his fingers into your entrance. You barely have the sense to react, and even if you could, you reminded yourself you weren’t home yet. Wonwoo now has his hand groping your pussy in public.

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Your face flushes a dark red at the realization, feeling humiliated and embarrassed under Wonwoo’s grip. If someone were to see, they’d get arrested for sure. Wonwoo’s hand has a strong grip on your clit, fingers quickly slipping past the thick fabric of your denim jeans and lace panties so he could press the pad of it against your naked and wet folds.

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You whine quietly, and now that the hold on your jaw has been set loose, you nestle your face further into the crook of Wonwoo’s neck. With a grip on Wonwoo’s jacket, you feel him angling his head so it rests against the top of your head.

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“Wait, f-fuck, someone might see us!” you whisper-yell at him, but Wonwoo only hums and steps in closer. Your chests are flush together and he towers over your frame easily enough to hide you between him and the car. “Wonwoo—”

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Your sentence gets interrupted by your own moan when he presses a finger inside of you. You quiver, legs trembling, and you let the realization that Wonwoo is about to finger you publicly sink into your stomach. You know that the streets are deserted and there’s not one single soul around there since it’s so late, but the thought of it still has you gasping.

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“Wait? But weren’t you the one complaining about me making you wait all the time?” Wonwoo bites back, tone mean and unforgiving when he fucks his finger inside of you. He sounds almost angry and it’s making you so damn horny. “Earlier you were looking at me with such a hunger. I bet you were thinking about me fucking you in front of everyone, weren’t you, baby?”

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You moan because yes, that was exactly what you were thinking. His hand lets go of your wrists when he adds another finger inside of you. It burns a little, you think, but enjoys the pain as your arms fly up to circle around his neck and pull him closer. Wonwoo goes easily, mouth finding yours and fingers fucking inside you in a way that has you squirming.

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He soon gives attention to your neck, kissing all over it before sucking a wet blotch against the skin right underneath your jaw. Wonwoo pulls away, looking at it for a while like it gives him some sort of feral satisfaction to see you bearing one of his marks.

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“Wonwoo, I’m n-not—” your words break off into a whine, struggling to form sentences. “Not— g-gonna be able to hide the, ah, hickey i-if you suck it that far up.”

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“Good,” Wonwoo says, and his mouth finds your neck. You scratch his scalp when he sucks again, this time harder, his arm coming to help you up when your legs give in. “Want everyone to know you’re mine. Only mine to fuck, to breed, to love, to cherish, to make you my little slut.”

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You throw your head, back arching off of the car and mouth opening to let a high pitched moan scape you. Wonwoo then adds another finger, the third one, and gyrates them so hard inside you you actually feel like you’re seeing stars, figuratively and realistically — the night sky above you is adorned with a few of them.

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“Acting like a brat and riling me up like that, this is what you wanted, isn’t that right, princess?” Wonwoo spits out, lips pressed into a thin line as if he’s getting more and more angry at his own words. “If I didn’t stop you right there, would you have continued dancing with that dude, huh? Would you maybe have made out with him?”

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You try to answer, maybe tease him back again, but you can’t even form a coercive sentence. The only thing you can do is hold onto Wonwoo like your life depends on it as he fucks you furiously with his fingers, and take whatever he’s willing to give it to you. 

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“Do you think he could finger you like this?” Wonwoo says poisonously, hand squeezing at your ass hard enough that you think it’s gonna leave the print of his fingers. “Think he would have a bigger cock than mine?”

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He ruts against you as if to prove his point, hard and so fucking big it has you breathless. You know how your boyfriend is well-endowed, know he could make you feel him for days after a good fuck and your mouth salivates. Wonwoo presses the pad of his fingers in your sweet spot, jamming against it without pulling out with quick movements, and you feel like you’re going insane.

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“Since you put a lot of effort into being a fucking brat today, I will give you what you want, sweetheart,” Wonwoo laughs a little, almost as if he’s mocking you, and your whole face burns in pleasurable humiliation. “I’m gonna be rough. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast against every surface of our house, gonna make you scream my name so everyone knows you belong to me, gonna use you, make you my little ragdoll and dump you full of my cum until you’re all heavy and swollen with it.”

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“Wonwoo— your f-fuck, fucking dirty mouth, ah—” you thrash in his grip, nestling your face further into his neck and he knew, he knew all along what was your intention with the way you were acting, and you hold tight on his hair, hearing him growl when you pull at it. “I’m gonna come. Gonna cum s-so fucking hard, fuck—”

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“I’ll make it hurt,” Wonwoo warns, his lips ghosting at the shell of your ear and hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, brings goosebumps all over it. “But I’ll make it feel good.”

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The pleasure builds quickly and you throw your head back with a loud moan, orgasm almost hitting you like a train.

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But then, everything stops. Wonwoo pulls away, fingers slipping out of you and he wipes them in his jeans. He then goes through his pocket and grabs the car keys, the familiar beep sound echoing through the empty streets when he clicks a button on the key chain, and it’s got you completely dumbfounded.

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“Come on, get in the car, baby,” Wonwoo states simply, like he didn’t just make the best orgasm of your life ebb away. Frustration sinks deep within your bones and you groan, turning to look at him like he just committed a war crime.

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“Why did you— why did you stop?” you question, heart almost jumping out of your chest and you feel like you’re going to actually die if you don’t get to come soon. “I was just there!”

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“Oh, sweetheart,” Wonwoo coos at you like he finds what you just said endearing. Face flushing dark red, you get completely embarrassed with how quick he makes you feel small. “You thought I was going to make you cum?”

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Wonwoo comes closer, holds your chin softly, a total contrast to what he says then.

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“Poor baby, I’m actually going to do the exact opposite.” he pecks your lips once. “Gonna edge you until you cry.”

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He goes around the car and opens the door for you.

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“Now get in, baby. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Wonwoo says, tone leaving no room for arguments, and you gulp before obeying.

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Wonwoo closes the door for you when you finish settling yourself inside, and goes to the driver’s seat. You watch him turn the car on as you put your seatbelt, whining when your cunt throbs in need. When he starts driving you try your best to move as quietly as you can, squirming a little until you can smooth your fingers through your clit. You gyrate them once, pleasure swarming all over your body, before Wonwoo’s voice wakes you up from your short haze.

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“No touching yourself,” he admonishes with a tsk and you groan, frustrated. He’s still looking at the road and you don’t even know how he managed to figure it out that you were touching yourself.

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Staring out of the window, your thighs rub together every time the car shakes a little. Your mind supplies unnecessary images of your boyfriend fucking you, and you curse a little. Even trying to imagine disgusting things wouldn’t delete Wonwoo’s words from earlier out of your head, and you’re getting more and more excited by the second.

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“Wonwon…” you sigh, almost a whisper, hips moving in the air and hands coming to grab at one of your breasts. You smirk, content when you hear him growl.

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“I said not to touch yourself,” Wonwoo’s knuckles turn white with how hard he grips the steering wheel. “Should I tie you up in our bed and leave you untouched or are you going to start obeying me?”

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“But you’re not doing anything,” you whine, wanting nothing else then to come.

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“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Wonwoo says, voice low and dead serious.

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“I don’t think you know either.”

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The car comes to a complete stop right after you say that. You gulp, realizing Wonwoo has already parked in your private garage. He gets out of the car and goes to your side, opening the door, still in complete silence.

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“Turn this way,” he orders, voice one octave lower, and you gasp at the roughness of it. “Now.”

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You spring into action, take your seatbelt off, doing as you’re told, and as soon as you finish turning to him with your legs outside of the car, he gets on his knees.

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“W-Wonwoo,” it’s the only thing you manage to say as you watch him work with your pants after taking your shoes off. He ends up popping the button off but you don’t have it in you to complain, not when he’s looking like that. 

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Wonwoo finishes taking your jeans off, throwing somewhere in the garage, and then he grabs at both sides of the collar of your shirt. You frown, confused with the action, but then his hands are pulling, and he rips it in half.

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“Wonwoo,” you moan, beyond turned on as he does the same to your penties. Your clothes are torn apart but you can’t think of anything else other than fuck me fuck me fuck me. “I—”

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Wonwoo kisses you shut, lips dragging hard against yours, and you feel his hands at your thighs before he pulls at them enough so that you slip on your seat. He uses the grip to open your legs for him, not even giving you a break to understand what’s going on before sucking on your clit hard.

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Your back arches, hands scrambling to hold on something — one of them finds the steering wheel and the other finds the wadding of the seat, body thrashing everywhere before Wonwoo pins your hips down in place — knows better than to shove his face in your cunt as you originally wanted to do.

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He licks between your folds one, two, three times; the tip of his tongue prods inside your already loose entrance, and fuck if you didn’t moan, high pitched and greedy for more. Wonwoo inserts more of it until his nose is pressed against your clit, doing a sound in the back of his throat that sends just right. The wetness of his tongue feels so good pressing against your cores and kicking at your soft folds.

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“W-Wonwoo, fuck— f-feels so good—” Wonwoo thrusts his tongue inside you, and you feel like you’re seeing stars, especially when he presses just right. “Ah! Shit, your f-fucking tongue—”

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Wonwoo has to hold you down tighter, your body unable to stay put as you thrash around. You feel tempted to think how your neighbors could probably hear you, but your boyfriend is sucking the life out of you through your pussy and you can’t concentrate well enough to elaborate the thought.

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It’s when Wonwoo curls his tongue just right that has you thinking you would ascend to heaven soon. 

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“Fuck! I, ah— Wanna cum, Wonwon, I’m coming, please— let me cum this time,” you manage to get out, writhing and legs kicking everywhere. “Please!”

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But, of course Wonwoo, being the little shit he is, pulls away. Tears gather in your eyes as you groan out of frustration, and Wonwoo is just so mean.

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“Shit—” you cry out, watching his shit eating grin. You hate but love at the same time the way he’s absolutely enjoying seeing you so desperate for a release. “Y-you’re so mean.”

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“Are you gonna stop being a brat now?” Wonwoo raises a brow at you, licking his lips. You shiver, knowing that he’s tasting you by the pleased hum he makes after.

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“Fuck you,” you spit it out, too horny and angry to care.

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“Is that so?” he hums, looking at you as if you’re his prey, to which you’re starting to believe you actually are. “Maybe I should put a gag in this dirty little mouth of yours.”

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Wonwoo traces a thumb in your lower lip like he’s considering the thought.

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“But I think I’m just gonna fuck that attitude out of you.”

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You can’t even bring yourself to enjoy the comment before he pulls on your wrist so hard you get up from the seat, body colliding into his. Wonwoo’s mouth finds yours, the kiss messy and hungry and angry, to the point it makes your legs weak. Your hands scramble to take his shirt off right after you manage to throw his belt somewhere, and you stop for a moment to admire the hard planes of his abs.

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Wonwoo must be the hottest person alive. How can someone have such a handsome face and have a body that looks like it’s sculpted by the gods? He’s getting stronger with his gym practices and it's making you weak.

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“You might actually drool if you keep staring like that,” Wonwoo says, half joking and half serious, but you blush anyways.

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“Just—” you try, breath labored and chest heaving. “J-just rail me. Use me.”

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“Yeah? Want me to treat you like the slut you are?” his lewd question makes you tremble and nod your head. “Speak.”

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“Y-yes, please—” you beg, revolve slowly breaking in.

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“Of course you do,” he answers, voice a few octave lowers again, and he grabs a fistful of your hair. Wonwoo pulls at it until your head is thrown back, his face right above yours. “Open your mouth.”

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You’re quick to obey, mouth parting as he hovers over you, the only thing keeping you up is one of his arms around your waist.

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And oh god, you’re certainly not expecting when he fucking spits into your mouth, a hand coming to press against your jaw and make you close your lips, but you sure as hell want him to do it again.

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“Swallow.” Wonwoo orders, and you moan, doing as you’re told. He looks at you with a feral satisfaction, eyes dark and so full of hunger it stunts you into silence. It’s like there’s this lustful wish of him to break you in until you don’t belong to anyone else but him, and that’s so fucking hot.

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He kisses you for what feels like the hundredth time — not that you’re complaining, he could kiss you for one hundred more and you’d still beg for it. But this time there’s something different, something urgent, and he grasps the back of your thighs when he finishes taking his clothes off and fish something from the pocket of his pants, hefting you up in the air, your legs circling around his waist automatically.

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Wonwoo doesn’t break the messy kiss as he walks through the garage, opening the door that leads to the inside of the house. He doesn’t waste time before slamming you into it as soon as he closes it, your back hitting the wooden frame with a loud thud as the two of you make out like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

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There’s too much tongue and too much spit and too much teeth, but the dirtiness of it all is what makes it even more hot.

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“Want you,” you whine out, realizing that what Wonwoo took out of his pants earlier was a package of lube.

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He rips at the top and pours at his hands, reaching behind you to stroke his hard cock, groaning at the feeling as he lines up with your entrance. The wet head nudges your rim softly, but it slips through your folds. You look at Wonwoo only to realize he’s already staring at you, devious glint in his eyes.

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You’re about to tell him to hurry up when a moan is punched out of you, high pitched and needy, because Wonwoo fucked his cock inside you in one go, nearly knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your nails scratch all over his back and he groans at the feeling, hips kicking into you.

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“You like that?” he questions, rhetorically of course, and grinds his hips until they are flushed against your ass. You gasp for air, feeling full to the brim, and the burn in your cunt is just so good. “Think I don’t know about your little plans to rile me up?”

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Wonwoo even has the audacity to laugh, jamming inside you with slow but deep thrusts.

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“How you get more handsy with your friends when I’m around,” he grits out, anger bleeding through his thoughts and thrusts like he just hates the idea of you touching more intimately other people. “And you look at me with those eyes. Like you’re begging me to claim you.”

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Holy fuck, Jeon Wonwoo is fucking you standing up and you’re not dreaming.

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Wonwoo is full on mercilessly ramming you now, sending you body into the door with every plunge of his cock, the sound of your back hitting the wood obscenely loud. It leaves you putty, can just take what he’s giving you, hands holding him for dear life.

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“Should’ve put you on your knees right in front of that guy,” Wonwoo continues, breath ragged from effort. “Make you choke on my cock so he knows who you belong to.”

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Wonwoo grabs your ass with his hands, palms sinking into the flash as he propels you back every time he fucks up. It makes the drag of his thickness press right through all the good spots.

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“Should’ve bent you over the bar counter and fucked you hard until you scream my fucking name,” he growls out, the veins on his neck and arms bulging. You tighten around him in answer to the sinful view. “Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. Always so tight—”

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Wonwoo angles his hips just right and hits against your sweet spot so suddenly that your climax — which was already at bay — escalates quickly to the point it sends your mind into a frenzy.

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And, for the third time, Wonwoo slows down, hips flush against your ass he can nudge his cockhead right above your sweet spot, missing it on purpose. Your eyes prickle with tears, and it doesn’t take long for them to run down your face; the first one goes reluctantly, but after that they start cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably.

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“So beautiful,” Wonwoo groans at the sight of you crying for him, pecking one of your tears strained cheek. “I’ve broken you in, haven’t I?”

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“P-please, Wonwon— Please, please, please let me c-come,” you sob, all the want to be a brat gone from your body. The overwhelming need grows so exponentially big inside of you you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t orgasm.  “W-wanna cum on your cock, please, ah—”

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Wonwoo is moaning, louder than he has all day, and the satisfaction of seeing you give up on your fight and beg for him makes his hips pick up a brutal pace. You gasp, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and biting at the untouched skin.

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“So pretty when you beg,” he compliments, and you actually find surprising your ability to blush even when you’re being dicked down this good. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

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“Y-yes— Ah! Hmmm, shit—” you mumble, struggling to get words out. It’s difficult to keep your voice steady enough to say anything with the way you’re bouncing like a ragdoll on Wonwoo’s hold. “Love this— L-love you, ruin me, Wonwoo, Wonwon—”

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Wonwoo pulls your head backward with a fistful of your hair, baring your neck so that he could attack it with bites and hickeys all over. You’re sure that, by the end of this night, you’re going to be looking like some type of sexual Christmas tree, but the thought of baring your boyfriend’s marks after sex only turns you on. And he seems pretty intent on that, wanting to claim you in all ways possible.

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“Say it,” Wonwoo commands, but you don’t understand, can’t understand with your mind being in such a pleasurable haze. He fucks up right in the time he pulls you back down by your waist, downright impaling you on his cock. “Say you’re mine.”

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“Y-yours,” you answer, fingers intertwining through Wonwoo’s dark strands of hair. “I’m yours.”

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“Again,” Wonwoo growls out, basking in your pleads and moans and screams of pleasure.

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“Yours,” you repeat, and he bites on your lower lip. You have enough of a mind presence to admire his bulging biceps contorting with your weight, and his huge test firm and sweaty from the effort.

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“Again,” his possessive side gets the best of him, admiring all the marks he has left in your neck. “Say it again.”

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“Yours, ah!” a moan breaks at the end of the word, Wonwoo’s thrusts getting rougher, faster and there’s heat pooling down on your lower stomach. “I’m y-yours, all yours, only yours.”

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“Yes, mine,” Wonwoo agrees, holding your smaller frame tightly against his. “Mine,” he echoes again, muscles trembling from fucking you standing up.

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Wonwoo kisses you, the best he can with the harsh movement of your body going up and down on his cock.

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“I love you so much,” he tells you, voice soft and rough at the same time. “I have always been only yours.”

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“I’m gonna come, I’m g-going to— going to come,” you state after his words, the pull on your lower stomach growing impossibly higher, and it’s almost unbearable. “Please, fuck, please l-let— cum— let m-me cum! I have been g-good, please, Wonwon—”

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”Such a good girl for me. The best girl,” Wonwoo praises, angling his hips a little so he can press his cockhead against your sweet spot every time he fucks inside. “Come on, you can cum, sweetheart.”

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Your eyes roll so far back in your head you’re momentarily afraid they are never coming back. White hot pleasure surges in your body, the sheer intensity of your high sends your mind into a mess. The feeling of your walls clenching like a vice around Wonwoo’s cock sends him over the edge too, and the sensation of his cum shooting inside your walls only serves to add up to what you think it’s the best orgasm of your life, mind going completely blank.

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This might have been totally different from what you’ve originally planned but you know what? You’re definitely going to use this plan more often now.

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