#best friend wooyoung

[99guz]

Opening the door to your apartment you didn’t expect to see a pair of shoes at the entrance. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at them almost missing the smell in the air. Quietly taking off your shoes and slipping into your house slippers you carefully make your way into the apartment peaking your head around the corner to the kitchen area. There is a man over the stove with his back towards you and your eyes widen in terror. How the hell did this person get into your place? You go to yell out to them when they turn their head to the side and you instantly recognise your best friend's side profile.

Your shoulders relax and a sigh leaves your lips “Oh my god you scared the shit out of me.” you say.

Wooyoung looks back from his place at the stove with a smile overcoming his face. “Welcome home!” he greets.

Placing your work bag onto the dining table you work to take off your coat. “I thought you said you were coming back next week?” you ask. Wooyoung had been on tour for the past few months. A tour which the both of you have been very excited about because he had been able to go to more countries. He loves to travel and learn about other cultures. It’s a trait that you really admire in him.

You watch as he focuses on the food which he is preparing. “Yeah I wanted to surprise you which is why I said I was coming back next week. I missed my best friend so I was thinking we will have dinner and catch up on everything that I missed while I was gone.” he explains and you nod.

“Alright well I’m gonna shower. Be right back.” Leaving Wooyoung in the kitchen you make your way down the hallway and into the bathroom to freshen up. By the time you are back the table is set up with food. “Where do you want me to start?” you ask taking a seat at the table.

Wooyoung opens a bottle of soju pouring into two different glasses. “What is going on with Jia and Tayong? Last I heard the engagement is off?” his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

Taking a sip from your glass you hum. “Okay so we need to take it real back for the full story. So you remember they got engaged right before Tayong had gone on that business trip a few months ago. Well, it turns out that he cheated while on that business trip!”

Wooyoung’s mouth hangs open in shock “Are you serious?! Tayong cheated?” he squealed out.

Nodding your head, taking a bite of the meat Wooyoung cooked. “Yes but that's not even the part that is crazy. So you know like a few months ago that Jia’s cousin moved in with them cause she needed a place to stay while she was apartment hunting. Well turns out she knew Tayong even before that happened.” you jested

His eyebrows narrow “Does she know the girl he cheated on?” he questions. I nod my head and Wooyuong crosses his leg placing an arm on the table leaning on it. “Who is it?” Leaning back into the chair you cross one of your legs over the other soju cup in hand while taking a drink. He observes your facial expressions and you can see the moment in clicks in his head. His eyes widen and a scream escapes his mouth slamming his hand onto the table. “Shut the fuck up! No? No!” All you do is nod. “That bitch! How did Jia find out though?” he inquires.

You place the glass back on the table. “They got fucking cocky and were fucking in the house! She came home and saw them. So the engagement is off and both sides of the family are in an uproar right now. It’s full on war.” you state. “And the fucking audacity of Tayong to come and be like ‘Baby please forgive me it meant nothing it was a mistake’ give me a fucking break.”

“You fucking cheated on your fiance with her cousin! Why is it when they are cheating it’s not a mistake but as soon as they get caught it is full of dramatics.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes with a sigh.

“I would fucking be in jail right now if it was me.” you blurt out.

“Okay dail it back I’m a public figure here cant bail you out and have my reputation fucked.” he takes a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

You tilt your head to the side “You wouldn't bail me out if I killed my cheating fiance?” you questioned. Wooyoung doesn't answer, just takes another bite out of his meal. “You’d let me rot in jail you bitch!?” You scoffed.

Silence takes over the table before you both burst out into laughter. “Let's be honest, I'm in there with you. We can get San or Yeosang to bail us out.” The image of Yeosang and San bailing you both out of jail makes you laugh.

We continued to go over all the drama which Wooyoung had missed while on tour until we both finished off our plates and moved over to the couch. Wooyoung tells you about all the countries he went to and everything he did while on tour. You both stay up late into the night talking about everything before going to sleep.

[maximura]

Jung Wooyoung and Choi San | For Vogue Korea June 2024

[mingigoo]

Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Five || final

Part five ⇢ forever love

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳  your heart tells you what’s right, and what’s right is wooyoung. You finally realize your love for each other, and fall into many midnights together. You explain it all to Nabi, who seems to already know it all. You have that forever love not everyone gets to know. He’s your everything, and you are his world.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 chapter warnings ⇢ MINORS DNI, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), slight breeding kink if you squint but wooyoung just loves y/n so much so think of it that way, (let me know if I missed anything!)

🍓series warnings/tags ⇢this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓word count ⇢ 5.4k

🍓total series word count ⇢ 27.7k

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Wooyoung was always fit to be a father.

You may not have known it before, but you should've seen the signs as he took care of that role for Nabi even before she was born.

Seonghwa parted from the world when you reached your seventh month of pregnancy, leaving you a mess of emotions even worse than before. Your chest ached, you even forgot how to cry at some point, leaving you staring blackly at the walls he painted in the nursery.

Wooyoung stood in the doorway of what is now Nabi’s bedroom, but then it was an empty room covered in plastic tarp and paint cans. The walls were a soft pink, courteous to Seonghwa’s excited choice the minute he found out if would be a little girl.

You sat on the floor, your eyes heavy from the tears you haven't cried. The walls were still streaky from the single coat he had done—he had said he would get to it after work that night. 

The tarp ruffled from underneath Wooyoung’s feet as he approached.

You didn't turn around at the sound—you knew it was him. 

“.....y/n,” he hummed from the doorframe, his hands behind his back and his words shaky. “You should eat something.”

You continued to stare at the walls, feeling too much to the point it was like nothing at all. You looked down at your belly, the only thing left of him other than the little things he had sitting around the home. 

“He wasn't the best painter, huh?” you scoffed, looking over your shoulder to see him. His eyes were puffy as if he were holding back his tears, too. “He bugged me so much to paint this room. He was so excited for her.” Your voice shook at the last word, and you turned back around to stare at the wall once again.

Wooyoung didn't say a word. He stood there for a second or two, but inevitably made his way over to you, sitting right in front of you so now all you saw was him.

“Hey,” he spoke softly, reaching out to rest his hands on your shoulders. “Leave the streaks. I think it's pretty much avant-garde.”

You looked up into his eyes, and you can’t help but let out a little chuckle. 

His hands slid down your arms, trying his best to comfort you. He looked down at your bump, his heart nearly breaking for you. At this moment, even if his heart stops beating, you and that baby of yours will be the thing that brings him back to life. He is not going anywhere, and you will be his reason.

And you, even if you didn't realize it then, you needed him more than anything in the world—and you always will.

—

“So, it's over?” San asked you, his eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Just like that?”

You sat in front of him at your kitchen table, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I just….it’s my own fault. I’m sorry I dragged you into my life for a short time.”

He blinked at you, his gaze falling behind you to see Nabi playing with her building blocks on the living room floor. “I…well, okay. I guess I just wanted to make you happy.” he paused, eyes back on you. “I enjoyed spending time with both of you.”

You're eyes widened. “Oh, you did!” you cleared your throat, trying not to seem too crazy. “I mean, you were wonderful. Nabi has a hard time adjusting to new people, so please don't take it too personally. She’s only three, so….” you trailed off, fighting off the lump in your throat. You hated having these conversations and hated breaking people's hearts. 

“I get it,” he nodded, his pretty eyes smiling along with his lips. “Thank you for letting me into your life, y/n.”

You smiled back at him, grateful that he was understanding. He will find someone for him someday, and you hoped it would be someone deserving of his kindness.

As if on cue, Wooyoung walked through the door without a warning, neither of you speaking about the other night since it happened. After you found out you had kissed even before Seonghwa, you both relived the moment, not going any farther since Nabi decided to cry for you mid-makeout. That left you both curled up together on the floor in her room and left you without conversation till now.

“Woo!” Nabi bellowed, her hair still messy from her sleepiness. She nearly sprinted to him as he took his shoes off at the door, not even realizing you had company. He swooped her up in one arm gracefully, planting a kiss on her forehead with all the love in the world. 

“Hi, my little butterfly,” he gushed, pinching her cheek and spinning her around before looking up to see San. “Oh, I didn't know you had…company.”

You couldn't read the expression on his pretty face, but it was soon gone as he put all his attention back on the little one in his arms. 

“Oh, girl, your hair is a mess!” he exclaimed across the room, setting your daughter down on the couch. “I gotta fix this.”

San watched the two banter like father and daughter, and an epiphany came to him at that moment. He smiled at them, and then at you.

“You know,” he tilted his head at you, genuinely picking apart your expression. “It was never going to be me, anyway. And that’s all right.”

You knew exactly what he meant before even thinking about it.

“Thank you, San,” you smiled at him. “For everything.”

He nodded, about to take his leave.

He got to the door, you trailing behind him.

Before he left, he looked over to Wooyoung. “Take care of them,” he spoke kindly, offering one last smile before he left, the door separating you from what could have been.

You stared at the door just like you stared at those walls all those years ago, your chest feeling heavy once more. You shut your eyes for a moment, knowing that San’s departure meant that your life was now all for wooyoung.

You turned back to face your home, seeing Wooyoung giggling as he tied up Nabi’s hair into little buns on the top of her head. She giggled just like him. Spoke just like him. Acted just like him.

You couldn't deny it anymore.

He was her dad, through and through. Seonghwa will always be her father, and he will never be forgotten, but wooyoung was here. He was breathing for you, for your daughter, for the world that revolved around you. The ring on your neck felt heavier than ever, and before you ran into Wooyoungs arms, you knew what you had to do.

“Can you watch her for a little while?” you asked him, and he looked up from his seat on the couch. “I have to go somewhere.”

He knew immediately from the look on your face that you were going to the grave. His hands paused on Nabi’s space buns. “Why….why don't we all go?” 

You thought about saying no. About pushing him away once more, out of your mind, out of your thoughts, out of your life. But now, you saw the future more than you ever have. And he was in it, and will always be in it.

You nodded slowly.

“Okay, let’s go, then. All of us.”

—

His grave was neatly kept during all seasons. You couldn't leave it overgrown for one moment too long.

His plaque on the ground read his name, his age, his end of life. You bit your lip at the word ‘father,’ wishing he got to see her in his short lifetime. 

You sat down on the grass, marigolds encasing his grave. Wooyoung held onto Nabi, her expression filled with confusion as they approached behind you.

“Hi, love,” you spoke, feeling odd that you weren't alone. It was always hard to come here, but you couldn't just stay silent, even if he wasn't here with you. 

He wasn't in the ground, no, he was in the sky, the streams, the little butterflies that flew around you. He was in the waves and the rush of the wind. He was the smell of honey, of all things sweet, and was always, always, with you.

“Remember when you said that you wanted me to always be happy?” you let out a shaky breath. “It’s like you knew you were gonna leave me early. And… and I miss you. We miss you. I…” you sighed, fiddling with your ring. “And I fell again. Just like I fell for you.”

Wooyoung stood still, his breath caught in his throat at your words. Nabi was abnormally content in his arms, and she tried to fully understand what you were saying through that young mind of hers.

“I’m here to tell you that I will always have you in my heart,” you smiled, looking down at your necklace. “You will live within me. With all of us. With our daughter. And I opened my heart up just like you said. And he deserves to stay there with you, so I hope you approve, or I’ll give him the boot—”

“y/n,” wooyoung whispered softly from behind you. “What are you doing?”

You haven't discussed anything with him, or Nabi, or even in your own thoughts, but everything is crystal clear for you. You were going to love the hell out of Wooyoung. And he was going to love the hell out of you.

You ignored him from behind you and continued. “I….he loves Nabi. I love..I love him, even if I was afraid to fall. I love you, too, hwa. Live on with us, k?”

Your last words hit you as you spoke them, not realizing you left a few stray tears fall from your eyes. Wooyoung came by you now. He set down Nabi and knelt down to wipe away your love.

“Oh, cupcake,” he breathed, a huge smile plastered on his face. He looked so beautiful in front of you, his hair dancing in the wind. You wondered if seonghwa was the wind, flowing through all of you like he approved of your happiness. “I want to kiss you right now, but I feel like he’s watching me.”

Nabi perked up at the word kiss, plopping her body down on your lap, right between both of you. “Kiss? You want to kiss mommy?”

Wooyoung smiled brightly at your daughter, looking at you for a moment before looking back at her. “Always. She’s just so pretty, no wonder you are beautiful. Your mom gave you all her perfections,” Woo cooed, picking her up out of your lap so you all can stand up. “I love your mommy, too.” he had said, but he was looking at you as he spoke.

The walk back to the car was quiet, but the silence wasn't deafening. It was comforting, knowing that you were both falling down that cliff, but at least you had each other to hold on to as you crashed to the ground.

—

“Nabi, we gotta go,” you exclaimed from the door, needing to leave to take her to preschool. You were already running late after sleeping through your alarms. Thank god wooyoung barged through your home at the right time.

And when you turned around, you saw wooyoung holding onto her, and she clung to his neck with an aggressive shake of the head. “No!” she cried out, hiding her face in his shoulder.

You looked at him, tilting your head in aggravation.

He shrugged, holding onto her tightly with a little bounce. He gave you a face, eyebrows raised and a smile peeking through his lips. “She doesn't want to,” he hummed, chuckling as he swayed.

“Wooyoung,” you groaned, running a hand through your hair. “Please help, she listens to you better than me.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment too long before he spoke softly to Nabi. “come on, pretty girl. I’ll let you put makeup on me tonight if we leave for school, how about that?”

She pulled away from his shoulder, her eyes curious. “Lipstick too?” she mumbled, tapping his lips cutely. 

“Lipstick, of course.” he smiled.

And just when you thought you were controlling your emotions well, you wanted to cry at them in front of you. You held back, though, and wooyoung followed you out of the apartment with a huge smile on that gorgeous face of his.

After you dropped her off, you sat in the car with wooyoung, debating on leaning over and kissing him as your life depended on it. You haven't exactly spoken about what your future would be, but you never did get to have that one time of fun with him. You now know that you wanted many more times than just one, but if that's all you can get for now, then you’ll dance with your hands tied in hopes of him freeing you forever.

You knew you needed him—and you wanted him more.

The minute he pulled into the parking spot in the dark, dreary parking garage, you both sat in silence for a moment or two. The radio played on in the background, filling the space with sound as you sat quietly.

He was the first one to speak. “I hope you know that I’m going to ruin you,” his voice was rough as if he were holding back forever, his eyes forward. 

You squirmed in your seat, swallowing hard.

“....in what way?” you asked him, letting out a sharp breath as you looked over at him. He didn't look over at you, yet. 

And when he finally met your eyes, you saw them tear you apart as if you were the last humans on earth.

“In every way.” he purred, and without warning, he gripped your face with his hands, pulling your lips to his.

He kissed you with everything in him, his tongue gliding against yours and the roof of your mouth. You took a second to react, but once you processed, you climbed over the center console to straddle him in the driver's seat, wrapping your arms around his neck in utter bliss. 

He moaned into your mouth, breathed into you, took your breath away. His lips covered your lips, your cheeks, your neck, everywhere they can reach. You craved him more and more as he kissed you, your hands tearing into his soft hair.

“I’ll get rid of my place right now,” he muttered against your lips, inhaling sharply as you grinded against his hard-on. He hissed, gliding down the strap of your top swiftly. “Fuck, I’ll just live inside you, how about that? That sounds like a dream—”

“Shut up, shut up, fucking hell,” you groaned against his lips, biting and pulling his bottom lip as he smiled. “We…we can't do it in here. Let’s go up.”

“Yes, a hundred times yes,” he breathed, feeling it hit against your face. You opened the car door, tumbling out with your strap falling down your arm and your hair disheveled. You looked over at him, motionless in his seat.

“Why aren't you….” you trailed off, looking down and widening your eyes. “Ah…” 

He smirked at you, fixing his hair quickly as he waited for his erection to go down. “You did this to me, cupcake,” he spoke lustfully, and your chest tightened as he stared at you with those dreamy eyes.

You looked away shyly, knowing that this was going to be your first real time with him. Even though you’ve slept with others, this time felt like nothing else. You just stood there, laughing at him, him laughing at you, you both laughing at how you ended up. Eventually, he jumped out of the car and locked the doors, and you made it up to your apartment in time before he ripped off your shirt as soon as you shut the door.

“Jeez, you couldn't wait a minute, huh?” you joked as he unclipped your bra and tossed it across the room, his lips already on your neck. 

He grunted in response, causing you to fall right into his arms.

You nearly gasped for air as he took your breath away, clawing at his back, fighting for air as you drowned in his attention. He whispered against the skin of your shoulder as he kissed you, telling you things you'd never expected would ever come out of his mouth.

“I swear to god,” he moaned against your skin, pushing your back up against the door with force. Your back arched as his hot breath hit your bare skin, his hands finding their way up to grasp your breast. You held in a squeal, tossing your head back as his other hand slipped past your waistband. “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

You smiled blissfully as his lips encased yours once more, his teeth clashing against yours in a grin. You've never felt this way for years—your body ached for it. He was now your addiction, and it will never only be one time with him. Who were you kidding? This was intoxicating. Arousing. Delicious. You could swallow him whole.

As his delicate fingers pushed past your underwear, you let out a groan the minute he touched you. He curled his fingers up, groaning himself when he felt how wet you were. “Fuck me, holy shit,” he murmured, his forehead slamming into yours as he shoved his fingers into you. He moved them rhythmically, gently, all at once. You wanted to cry out, but his lips muffled yours. He made love to your mouth, his kiss erupting new feelings you never knew you harbored. You bit his bottom lip, tugging it slightly as his hand fucked you, and at one point, it was just not enough.

“I can't take it anymore,” you ripped his hand out, causing him to back up slightly with worry. You smirked at his disarrayed look, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He looked so captivated, his hair a messy pile on top of his head and his ears bright red. His lips were painted pink from your gloss, as well as slightly swollen from your monstrous kisses. You blinked slowly, walking towards him until his back hit the edge of the kitchen island, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe.

“Your….god dammit,” he sucked in a breath, love dripping from his gaze. “Your boobs are fucking amazing.”

You looked into his eyes, watching the light in them twinkle underneath the dim overhead lighting. He was confused, but as you fit right into his arms, setting your hands on the hem of his shirt, he understood when you wanted. 

He quickly tossed off his shirt, landing somewhere he couldn't care less about. He smirked into your mouth as you kissed him, in a hurry to take off his shorts as your hands glided down the plains of his chest. You felt the ripple of muscle underneath his soft skin, sighing comfortably while he gently tried to take off your shorts.

And then there you both were, clothes everywhere but on your bodies, chests pressed against each other, heartbeats aligned, destined. He kissed you like you were his entire world, cradling your face as if it were made of glass. You let all your walls drop for him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifted you up.

He walked to your room, dropping you gently against the duvet. You didn't get to make the bed earlier, and you flushed at how messy you left it. He watched you blush above you, his lean body hovering over yours.

“Hey,” he whispered, kissing your forehead with all the love in the world. “If you think that I care about a messy room, you got it wrong,” his hand reached out, brushing away the stray hairs blocking his view of your face. “I prefer to make messes, especially in the bedroom. Prepare for me to rock your world, cupcake.”

“God, Woo,” you winced at his cringy words, but without them, he wouldn't be himself. This wouldn't be…sex with him…without some sort of banter. You enjoyed it because it was him. You longed for his jokes, for his smile. You loved how he held you, and even as he was about to fuck you, he looked down at you like you were his entire universe.

He smiled at you, his hair framing his face perfectly. You flushed as he stared, feeling all the love you ever had for him rise up to the surface. His lips were shaped like they were made for yours, his eyes crinkled as he smiled. His nose was immaculate, his jawline cut from the gods. Everything, down to the little freckles on his face and the sparkle in his eye, made you want to love him forever. He was your forever.

You looked up at him as he spits on his hand, and you held your breath as he rubbed his fingers onto your core once more. You breathed in, inhaling his perfection. The world felt like it stopped moving as he lined up to enter you, and before he did, he spoke one more time.

“I hope you know that this is not only gonna happen once, I take that all back,” he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, and then to your nose. “For real, I plan to like, fuck you so much that your brain turns to mush.”

“Sounds delightful,” you chimed, almost breathlessly. “Now please shove that inside me before I shove you off the bed.”

He curled his lips up deviously. “Yes, mam.”

Slowly, he pushed himself into you, filling you up with his length with care. He watched you as you shut your eyes, your hands fisting the blanket underneath you. It felt like nothing else, as if you were on a cloud, far far away from the earth without gravity pulling you down. He pumped into you, starting off slow, cradling your head to his chest. You so desperately wanted to cry out his name, but breathing in his scent was enough of a high. He smelled like sweat and vanilla, just as you always loved about him. You heard him let out a moan as he sped up slightly, tossing his head back as he fucked your body for the first time.

For you, everything felt new. When his lips covered yours sloppily, you wrapped your legs around his hips, causing him to move faster with a grunt. 

“Don't make me cum already, that’s just low,” he whispered in your ear, taking a bite of your lobe as if it were food. You hissed in pleasure as he licked your neck, moving against your body, in and out, smooth like he’s done it a million times.

Maybe he has, but that didn't matter to you. What mattered was that he was here, on top of you, making love to you, and only you. 

“I love you, y/n,” he hummed against your lips, the chain around his neck dangling between you and him. The cold metal met your lips, kissing them just like he would, and he pressed his own against yours as he moved into you harder and harder. “I….think I always have.”

You took in a sharp breath at his confession. You knew it, but him saying it during an act of love made your heart swell with all your might. 

“I love you, too, Wooyoung.”

Suddenly, he flipped you over on all fours, smoothly without pulling himself out of you. You gasped as he did it, and as he continued to fuck you, you arched your back as he hit a new spot. 

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice low as his hands tore into your hips. “My name, say it again.”

“Woo….wooyoung,” you cried out, his thrusts getting sharper and sharper. His hips backed against your ass, your face in the pillow to muffle your moans. 

He let out a moan himself, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tightly. “Oh my god, oh my god,” he whined, his grip on your hips tightening. “Fuck, fuck. I…oh my god. I love you. I love you so much. I don't care if I ruin our friendship at this point for fucks sake.”

You smiled into the pillowcase, his movements slowing down, and suddenly came to a stop. He pulled out of you, breathing heavily. “Flip around,” he demanded, straddling you.

You flipped over to face him, confused, but you didn't say anything. He took in a breath, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna literally come so quick it's not even funny. I have to get you first or I’ll be super embarrassed.” 

You grinned at his flush. His ears were still red as ever, his eyes hazy. 

With one last look at your body, his mouth fit to your core like it was made for him. He ate you out with some sort of sorcery, you reached down to tug at his hair as you moaned. He slid his tongue inside you, dancing around you. He moaned against you, causing you to hiss sharply.

“Wooyoung, ah.” you breathed, looking down at him, catching you off guard as he was looking up at you from his position. That fucked you up, good.

He slid his fingers in while he sucked you dry, and right then, you felt your vision start to fade around the edges. You reached your climax with a rush, ears ringing and legs tightening around his head. He pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand sexily, and then without warning, shoved his dick right back into you. 

How could a man look so pretty doing something so sinful? You pressed the back of your head hard into the pillow, your hands grasping at his arms. He sucked on your breasts, cradling them with his palm while he pumped into you, biting your nipple like the little brat he was.

“If you don't tell me no,” he huffed, licking your nipple before looking up through his long, dark eyelashes. “I’ll come in you. I wouldn't mind a mini-me running around.”

You chuckled, not having a care in the world at the moment. You weren't sure if you were going to regret it, but it felt so nice, you wanted him to come inside you even though you knew the risks. You didn't have any common sense in your mind as you smiled, not telling him no.

“I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, eyebrows knitting together as his hips quickened. His breaths shallowed out as he reached his high, gripping onto your hand as he came. He emptied into you, and you felt the warmth envelope you. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you.

“Holy shit,” he said, his sweaty face in the crook of your neck. You felt the hotness of his breath as he spoke. “Best. sex. Ever.”

“Mhm,” you hummed joyfully, gliding your hand down his spine. “Why didn't we do this sooner?”

“Don't ask me,” he smugly said, pulling out of your embrace and out of you to lay next to you. “You were the one that didn't see my sexy ass.”

You sighed, turning to face him. He blinked slowly at you, like a cat in love. “So what are we, now?”

He scoffed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Well, if anything, I will be the father of your future children. The grandfather of their children, the great grandfather of their children, the great-great grand—”

“Oh, shut your face,” you laughed, pushing your face into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you lazily, as if he was ready to sleep already at this time of day. “Seriously. Because if we do this thing, I don't know what I would do if we broke up. Or what….Nabi would do….”

“Cupcake, I promise I ain't going anywhere,” he breathed, nuzzling his head against yours. “I’ll grow old with you. I’ll definitely still be hot when I’m a grandpa, don't you think?”

You smiled, completely in love. “You would, of course.”

He gave you another kiss as if he’s kissed you all his life. 

“I’ll be by your side,” he mumbled sweetly. 

“For all the midnights we have left.”

—

Nabi sat on the couch, the buns wooyoung put in her hair earlier still intact. She looked between you and him as you stood in front of her.

“We have to tell you something, okay baby?” you hummed, leaning down to talk to her. 

She blinked. “Okay.” 

Wooyoung looked to you, and then back to Nabi. “I love your mommy.” 

“I know that.” she babbled back.

“I love her like you love bananas.”

“That's hard.”

“Why?”

“I really really love bananananas.”

“That's not how you say it.”

“Yes it is, Mommy tells me I’m smart.”

“She must be on glue—”

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, kneeling down in front of Nabi. “listen. Mommy loves wooyoung very much, just like I love you,” you tried to explain, to which she smiled widely. 

“Does Mommy want to kiss him?” she giggles, pointing at the man you've kissed almost a million times from the start of the day until now.

You nodded, careful with your words. “Yes, because we love each other.”

“I already know mommy loves daddy.”

Wooyoung choked on air.

“Holy shit—”

“Nabi,” you breathed, unsure of what to say. You looked to wooyoung, who was most definitely so happy she called him daddy, because, well, he raised her since she was born. He was a father to her.

“Your daddy went far away before you were born, remember?” you started. “And Wooyoung is also your dad. You have two.”

And with that, he looked over at you sharply, his eyes widening. “I’m what?”

“I know.” is all Nabi said, a huge smile on that cute face of hers. Seonghwa lives within that smile, and we will always be her father. However, Wooyoung deserves all he’s given her, and if he’s here for the long run, Nabi should be raised with a father figure.

“She already figured it out herself, baby,” he grinned at you, looking as happy as ever.

You smiled at him, unsure about the ache in your heart. You worried so much about telling Nabi, only for her to already know like the genius she is. You pinched her cheek with adoration, causing her to giggle in response. 

The rest of the day felt like heaven. You did everything like you normally did—household chores, dinner, playtime—but this time, it felt complete. Wooyoung was always there, and you felt his true presence, as he played with your daughter, smiling with all the joy he could gather. He put her to bed for you, read her a story, and afterward, he sat back down with you on the couch. He laid his head down in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“This is perfect,” he hummed from your lap, looking up at you. “I’m so glad I ruined everything.”

You scoffed. “You're such a schemer.” 

“It’s my specialty.”

You paused, looking down at him as he looked up at you, your fingers gently caressing his cheekbone.

“Want to go to bed with me?” you whispered, so in love that it was starting to hurt your chest. You still hated him in ways best friends do, but best friends make the best lovers.

You followed him to your room, smiles ever-present on your lips. He made love to you again and again, careful not to wake his pride and joy in the other room. He dreamed of this, wished for this. You longed to feel this way once more.

It's the midnight kisses that you love the most. The way he looked at you—his eyes threatening you without words. He kisses you, you kiss him, and then you fall asleep in the comfort of his embrace. 

Wooyoung, your love, your best friend. Your midnight love, your Sunday morning. He was your rainy day, your sunny day, and your forever, and ever, and ever.

End.

[miinsang]

ateez friendships | woosan for @sanchelinz

[yuyubeans]

band-aid

pairing: bestfriend woo

genre: fluffy

wc: idk how people do this every fucking fic

You'd never had many friends, normally one or two at a time. That was until you met Wooyoung. He always loved playing in the lush forest with you, always hiding in the treehouse. His dad made you both, just you and your best friend, inseparable, yk?

On a sunny friday, you both decided you should play deep in the woods with just your spirits, each other, and a phone in case you get lost. bith of you just wandered through the trees and glass around you, listening to the chirping birds and rustling leaves, you both stumbled upon a hidden clearing.

You both ran to the center, giggles echoing around you, trying to see who's getting there first, your foot suddenly catching on an uncovered root, grounding you to the floor with a thud. Wooyoung rushed to your side, frowning at the tears prickling the corners of your beautiful eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, quickly kissing the slight bruise on your head and extending a hand to help me up.

"It hurts a little..." you whined, the tears coming down your face, Wooyoung then kissing all over your face, making little jokes to make you laugh, your eyes meeting as you both giggled, as if the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of us together forever.

a/n: just got my mingi photocards!! also there isn't the actual word "band-aid' on here but yk

©yuyubeans 2024

[piratejoongie]

Ya'll, I just had the cutest dream about Yunho 😭😭

So basically, him and I were friends and he came back from tour so we met up in a restaurant. I was a little early and when he got there, he looked at me with those pretty puppy eyes of his (pic is for the reference), like I was his everything, we hugged for a few minutes and when we pulled away, his eyes were a bit red and teary 😭😭😭 then we went for a walk, and when it was time to go he thought that I was in a cat and he left, so I was left to walk. Funny thing how he didn't notice and I got home by foot, he called me to see where I am, since I was supposed to come with him to the dorms, and all I could hear was him sobbing and apologising, saying he'll be back to get me as fast as he can😭😭😭 funny thing, when I was waiting for him, my boyfriend broke up with me, and when Yunho came to get me, he asked what happened and I explained it all to him, he hugged me, and we got to their dorms. Later that night we've been cuddling, and this man was the gentlest and the most caring😭😭😭

I don't remember much of the end, but I know he asked me to be his girlfriend and of course I said yes 🥹🥺🥺

I remember his face and how he looked at me so well, it still has me soft and giggly, and his hugs- I need them again 🥺🥺

[multifandomkpop3]

𝐎𝐭8 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳! 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙾𝚃8 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊��𝚎𝚛

The Chronicles:

Part one

Part Two

Part Three

part Four

Part Five

[lina-linny]

summary: At your birthday party in a club, you get hit on by a strange guy and your "best friend" Wooyoung gets jealous.

words: 1.3 k

When I walked through the door of the club, I was immediately hit by the smell of alcohol and sweaty people. Smiling, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and huddled with my best friend.

Together with her and a few of my other friends, I decided to celebrate my birthday in a club this year. So we headed straight for one of the tables where my other guests were already seated.

Smiling, I greeted them all individually and they all congratulated while hugging me.

The last to arrive was Wooyoung. He was… My best friend? My boyfriend? I don't know. Honestly, things had been a little more complicated between me and Wooyoung lately.

We had been best friends since we were little. But things had changed recently.

Usually, it had always been so that one of us (usually Wooyoung) would start teasing the other and the other would join in. This teasing would change to flirting after a little while until one of us would back out (usually me) and either flee and regret all their life choices or go back to teasing.

But there was one time I hadn't backed down and that had led to the inevitable. Wooyoung and I had kissed. After that, everything became complicated.

I was just totally confused. I didn't know what I felt or wanted. I had enjoyed the kiss. I knew that whenever I was near Wooyoung, whenever I looked at his mischievously grinning face, I felt it tingle. The tingling spread through my whole body until it was unbearable. And maybe I knew what I was feeling all along, but I was just too scared to lose him.

Wooyoung hugged me and with that typical grin, he poked me in the side and said:

"You look beautiful again y/n. Don't you think you should show a little consideration for the others? Nobody will be able to take their eyes off you if you look as enchanting as you do." I turned bright red when he added in a whisper:

"Including me." I turned away. My head was as red as a tomato. Help, what was wrong with me? Couldn't I even behave normally infront of him?

I wanted to run away from Wooyoung, but I couldn't just disappear like that at my party. I would have loved to hide from my feelings.

That's why I suggested going dancing. It wasn't possible to stay together as a group on the dance floor for longer than 10 minutes anyway, which is why we decided to split up in advance. I made sure that I didn't end up in Wooyoung's group.

I felt childish and immature because I wasn't able to face my feelings and just talk to Wooyoung. I knew exactly how I felt about him, but I was really afraid of destroying our friendship.

My friends pulled me onto the dance floor and made sure that I almost forgot about Wooyoung. But only almost. We danced and laughed a lot. After a while, however, we lost sight of each other. I wandered around a bit on my own until I decided to get a drink at the bar. Sooner or later we would find each other again.

I sat down on one of the bar and ordered my drink when a man suddenly sat down next to me. To be honest, he was a little too close to me for my liking.

"Hey sweetie, if you're wondering what my name is, it's r/n." He grinned at me. I certainly hadn't wondered what his name was. He looked at me expectantly. Did he seriously expect me to introduce myself in such a macho way now too?

"Y/n" I replied curtly. The situation became even more awkward when he put his arm around my shoulders. I stiffened noticeably.

"Are you here alone, sweetie?" I was going to retch if he kept calling me that.

"No."

"Oh really? Who are you here with, I don't see anyone?" He grinned as if he thought I'd made it all up to impress or flatter him.

"My friends, I'm celebrating my birthday."

"Ahhh…. In that case, how about another birthday present, sweetie? You could take me, for example." He grinned smarmily and I thought that now was the time to retch.

"No thanks," I warned him timidly. He just laughed and moved even closer to me.

"Do you have a boyfriend, sweetie?" My face couldn't decide whether to turn red or pale. What was wrong with him? Didn't he realize that the whole thing was making me incredibly uncomfortable?

"No," I replied curtly, desperately looking for a way out of this situation.

"So you're single?" As he asked this, he began to move his face towards the crook of my neck. What was that supposed to mean? Should I just lie and say no? His lips touched my skin.

"Yes," the words came out in a panic before I had a chance to think. I wanted to push him off me, but then I heard a voice that made me freeze. "Single, then?" Wooyoung asked Sourish. I whirled round to face him and r/n turned round in confusion too. I saw my chance and took it. I stood up, wriggled out of r/n's grip, and grabbed Wooyoung's hand. Then I took flight, pulling him after me to our table.

None of the others were there at the moment so we settled down on one of the benches.

"Did I interrupt something?" Wooyoung asked, slightly annoyed. I looked at him, confused. Was he jealous? I started to blush. Maybe now was the time for me to be brave.

"No! Thank you for being there. Otherwise, it would probably have taken me half an eternity to get away from there." Wooyoung looked a little taken aback.

"Um… no problem" Okey y/n don't lose heart now.

"Do you want to dance with me?" Now Wooyoung looked completely confused, but he agreed. I carefully clasped our hands together and walked onto the dance floor with Wooyoung. We started to move to the music. Wooyoung twirled me around in circles and we both laughed. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this happy.

In the colorful light of the spotlights, Wooyoung looked like an angel. That mischievous grin on his face, his eyes that radiated so much joy, everything about him was breathtaking.

"I wish you knew how much I want to kiss you right now." Without thinking about it, I spoke the words.

Wooyoung leaned down to me with a grin but stopped just before he touched my lips.

"So would you do us both a favor and finally kiss me?" he whispered with a grin and I connected our lips together with a smile.

I let my hands rest on the back of his neck to pull him even closer to me. When we broke away after what seemed like an eternity, I grinned.

"Thank you for being the best birthday present I could have wished for." Wooyoung laughed after my comment.

"You're welcome, I know I'm amazing." We both laughed together.

"Just please do me a favor. Next time someone asks you if you're single, say no unless you want to lie to them. Because from now on, I'm all yours."

[hwanswerland]

happy birthday jazzy @woosansang ♡♡♡

[muffpups]

[251124] 'Ice On My Teeth' Official MV Making Film

[99guz]

Best friend Wooyoung who you have known since your elementary days. He just decided one day at school that you both are friends and truthfully you had no say in the matter. He is loud while you’re more on the quiet side. Wooyoung always making sure that you don’t get left out during recess and would get upset if others didn’t want to play with you. During lunch he sits next to you and doesn’t ask before he starts eating off your lunch as-well confidently saying “You don’t like these but I do!” You eat the cucumbers he claims are his mortal enemy. You both always hug goodbye whenever one of your parents arrive for pick up.

Imagine you not showing up for school and Wooyoung makes his parents call you only to find out you are sick. So next time you arrive at school Wooyoung starts placing bandaids all over you so you wont get sick anymore. When he got sick you visited him and you cry because he convinces you he is on his death bed. It was just a cough.

Let me stop i’m turning to mush here!

[dwaekkithecheesecakesmh]

2PM TEXTS ONE-SHOT

Bestfriend! Y/N delievering Bestfriend! 2PM's stuff.

Jun K.

Nichkhun

Taecyeon

Wooyoung

Junho

Chansung

[mingigoo]

Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Three

Part Three ⇢ moth to a flame

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ you share your space with wooyoung while Nabi starts her first day of preschool. After a heart racing encounter with him, you’re left thinking about not so pure thoughts, and you act on them.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 chapter warnings ⇢ 18+ themes, MINORS DNI. oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓series warnings/tags ⇢this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓word count ⇢ 5.9k

🍓total series word count ⇢ 17.6k

🍓 taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @jjhmk @yukine-smx @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @y00nzin0 @yesv01 @spiderrenjunfics @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @gayliljoong @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @baguette-atiny @seokwoosmole @nyeatinyjunkie @juliettechokilo @pockyddalgi @justaqueerbufoin @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover @miriamxsworld @leeknowsnothing @knucklesdeepmingi @naiify (if I missed you please lmk!!)

Midnight kisses masterlist

When Nabi was born, you couldn't even stomach food.

Wooyoung sat by your bed some nights, bags under his eyes and his hand clutching yours. He would feed you, make you meals, and clean up after you and the baby. No words had to be said—he just took care of you.

One night, Nabi being about a month old, Wooyoung passed out on the couch, drool dried on both his cheek and his shirt. The drool on his shirt wasn't from him, but rather the sleeping baby in his arms. 

He was sitting straight up, arms clutching onto Nabi for dear life, and his mouth parted as he breathed. His hair was black back then, his natural color, and rested messily on his head as he had no time to care about it.

You had just finished taking your first bath of the week, your hair wrapped up in a towel and your body finally covered in clean clothes—It reminded you that you had to do laundry.

It was too quiet—Nabi was usually a crier. It was nearly impossible for you to get her to sleep before three in the morning, as she would find a way to wail so loud the whole neighborhood would hear it.

Instead of her cries, she snored into Woo’s shoulder. You smiled for the first time in a while as you looked at them. Your eyes wandered to the framed photo of your lover, your stomach tightening and your hands clenched. There was nothing else you could do. He was gone, Nabi would just have to be fatherless. You had no intention of replacing Seonghwa, because at the time, it was impossible. He was someone no one could replace.

But wooyoung never wanted to replace him.

He just wanted to take care of you. To make sure you know you aren't alone.

You picked Nabi up out of his arms, sending him wide awake and eyes on you. 

“Y/n?” he groaned groggily, but sat up straight. His eyes were barely open. “Go rest, I got her. I’ll go put her to bed.”

He reached for her, wiping away the drool off his face as he did. You shook your head, your heart aching that he was here, having to see you a mess everyday, having to pick up after you like you were the baby. “I’m sorry.” you breathed, holding back your tears. “I’m so sorry.”

He frowned. 

“Why? What's there to be sorry about?”

“You're not even…you're not even her dad and you take care of her so well,” you sniffed, holding Nabi close to your heart as you felt your walls crumble in front of your best friend. “It’s not fair to you.”

You were expecting him to say something snarky. Or witty. Or sarcastic. Any way to cheer you up. Instead, he stood up from his slumber, standing close to you as you clutched onto your baby. His hands came up to rest on your arms, giving you a firm, tight, squeeze of reassurance. 

He didn't say anything. He wiped your tears, his usual energetic self down the drain. He pulled you into his arms, along with the baby, and held you ever so softly. 

And as he rubbed circles in your back, he whispered into your ear, 

“I’ll always be by your side.”

—

It was as if a bomb went off in your mind.

Ever since Wooyoung walked through the door yesterday, you couldn't stop thinking about how he felt to touch. It was never a thought in your mind to feel something like that with him, and it scared you.

Your emotions were exploding—including…sexual ones. He managed to awaken your frozen sex-drive, out of all people. All he did was press his fingers to your lips and Bam! Instantly turned your brain from mom mode to fuck, you need a good fuck. 

What was even more confusing is that you were seeing someone—someone who was super hot and wanted your body and soul enough to wait for you to be ready. So why are you willing to jump Wooyoung’s bones with a single touch? And how come you don't have that same feeling with San?

You were still in bed, fully clothed instead of your usual lack of pants, due to someone’s intense presence. You made wooyoung sleep on the couch, but he ended up falling asleep with Nabi after reading her a story.

So, to your surprise, when you got up to go to the bathroom to wash your face, you screeched when you saw him shirtless. There he was, in all his wooyoung glory, fully naked with only a towel covering his lower half. Water glistened on his chest, his dark hair dripping onto the tile. Your eyes panned across his ribs, seeing his pretty tattoo and smooth abs. You gulped, unable to meet his eyes when you would normally ignore him.

Dear god, y/n. It's not the first time you saw him shirtless.

“Put some clothes on, dammit,” you hissed, unable to see that devious smirk on his face. 

He licked his lips, gripping onto his towel for dear life. “Oh? Why, cupcake, are you thinking dirty thoughts?”

You scoffed, turning to the side to turn the water on in the sink, distracting yourself.

“Oh, please. About you? As if.”

His smile faltered for a second, but it was right back in action after a moment. “You secretly find me ravishing, don't you.”

You cringed. “Ugh. ew. Don't talk like a Victorian woman looking for attention. Put your ankles away.”

He came up behind you as you pumped some face cream in your hands. You immediately felt chills roll down your spine, swallowing hard as his arms caged you in from behind, pinning you to the sink. You felt his warmth, and all your mind could think about was that he was completely naked under that thin towel.

Fuck.

“What if I want your attention?” he hummed, his head on the side of your neck, his hot breath hitting your skin. You knew he was probably trying to distract himself from what he did yesterday. He was always like this—afraid of feelings. 

Wooyoung used to be notorious with women—and men. He was so popular with them that you used to hear so much about him. Of how good he can fuck, how amazing he is with his mouth, blah blah blah. Since Nabi was born, you haven't noticed his bad habits nearly like you used to, and you feel at fault for taking away his fun.

But now, as you were thinking this, why did you feel…jealous of them?

You started washing your face as he caged you in, bending down slightly and paying for it immediately.

Dear god.

“Fucking hell, wooyoung!” you hissed, pushing him so hard he fell back into the wall. You shivered, and then tried to be quiet as you remembered you have a sleeping child in the room next door. “Why the hell are you bricked up? I didn't need to feel that.” 

You still had your face cream on your face, having no inclination to wash it off. You let out an aggressive sigh and grabbed the towel next to him on the wall, meeting his gaze for a moment too long. You couldn't understand his complex expression—his eyes wide and his lips parted. He held his towel close while his hair was messily resting on his head, looking disheveled. You wiped your face off, but the minute you closed your eyes, you had an image of him like you never had before.

You stuttered on what to say next, wondering if you should just leave the bathroom. Wooyoung spoke up again, his voice quiet.

“Its…its the morning. It just happens,” he defended himself, but tried to play it off like the clown he was, as if he didn't just look like a deer in headlights. “Or is it? You're so hot that even your presence turns me on.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing the towel at his face after that comment. “You're so confusing I swear to god.” you walked out of the  bathroom then, mainly to prevent yourself from pouncing on him like an animal. 

You? Wooyoung? Impossible. You couldn't be having these thoughts with him after all these years, it made no sense.

You made your way into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, wooyoung still in the bathroom to change, you assumed. You leaned up against the counter, gathering your sanity. His words replayed through your mind over and over again.

“I don't know why it makes me mad to see you with San.”

“Ugh!” you groaned, fisting your hair in aggravation. “So fucking confusing.”

“What is?” Wooyoung was back in your line of vision, thankfully covered head to toe in clothing. 

You sighed, turning around to face away from him and to put your attention on the coffee maker.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reached to grab a mug from the cabinet, racking your brain to come up with another topic. “Oh, I’m sending Nabi to pre-school. She starts on monday.”

He let out a noise of confusion as he took a seat at the kitchen island. “Wait, really? That's awesome. I didn't realize she could go so young.”

You placed the mug under the machine as the coffee began to pour out. “I know, I was told age three is a good age, and she is already so far ahead of her normal percentiles.”

Wooyoung smiled wide. “She’s amazing. What a smart little cookie.” he leaned forward. “She’s so much like you.”

Your heart fluttered, taking a peek at him after he said that. He was looking at you—really looking at you, with hearts in his eyes. You forgot about everything as you stared at him, a smile finding your lips and your body relaxing. “She is, isn't she.”

He nodded, his line of vision dropping to your lips for only a moment. He smiled, genuinely, different from his usual grin. 

You had the urge to get closer to him.

“You're a great mom, y/n.” he acknowledged, unable to look away from you. 

You stared at him, unknowingly looking at him with all the love in the world. He fiddled with his fingers as you gazed into his soul, your eyes softened and his own blinking slowly. You felt it again, that feeling, that you only ever felt with one other person.

You realized then that you were staring, and coughed to break away from your trance. 

“Ahem. Do you want coffee?”

—

Monday arrived. Wooyoung was still living with you, given that it was only a few days since he got here. You had to take Nabi to pre-school, but she was having a tantrum in the middle of the living room, her little eyes puffy.

“I don't want to go!” she cried, plopping down onto the carpet. “I don't want it.”

You sighed, looking over at wooyoung who was standing next to you. He was working from home on schoolwork today, a pair of cute glasses on his nose. You pleaded with your eyes, hoping his charm would work on her.

Immediately, woo knelt down to get to her level, giving her a bright smile. “C’mon, butterfly. How bout I come with? I’ll even stay if I have to.”

She calmed down slightly, sniffling as she looked at you through her teary eyes. You had done her black hair in cute little pigtails, reminding you of Seonghwa.

“will  mommy be there, too?” she breathed.

Wooyoung nodded. “Yes, me and mommy will be there. We’ll get some ice cream after, too. How about that?”

After a second, Nabi sniffled and nodded, reaching her arms out to him. He grabbed her gently, letting out a sigh. “That's my girl. Let's get a move on.”

You piled into Wooyoung’s car, buckling nabi up in her carseat. Wooyoung watched you from his rearview mirror, smiling lovingly at you without knowing. He caught himself quickly, moving his attention to flicking through the radio stations.

The ride was quiet except the singing of Nabi, both you and wooyoung majorly confused about your feelings.

A few kpop songs later, you arrived at the pre-school, Nabi really taking after your anxious self. She was clutching the seat belt tightly, afraid to unbuckle it—unbuckling means that she has to get out. Of course, she didn't want to leave the comfort of her car seat.

“I know this is new, but it will be okay, Nabi.” you reached to unbuckle the belt while Wooyoung stood next to you, arms crossed over his chest from the chilly autumn air. 

Eventually she stopped putting up a fight, but her pout didn't leave—she looked exactly like a mini version of wooyoung, which now seemed ever present on your mind.

She even had his attitude, dammit.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung spoke softly as Nabi jumped out of the car with help, holding her little hand in his while you shut the car door. 

Your stomach did a somersault as you heard those two words, and you wanted to slap yourself right then and there for getting excited over a man complimenting your baby. For fucks sake, you need to touch some grass.

You walked into the building, holding nabi’s right hand while wooyoung held her left. You looked over at him then, catching his wide smile. He looked down at her as if she were his own—he’s been her only father figure in this whole rollercoaster of a life. Why haven't you paid more attention to him?

All three of you finally made it to her classroom, a colorful, energetic place with a dozen kids running around already. There was a group of parents talking to the teacher, and you suddenly got even more nervous than your own child. 

You swallowed hard, the moment finally hitting you. She was growing up—Seonghwa wasn't here to see it. Your little Nabi no longer needed to be bottle fed, or catered to every moment. You still remember staying up late for days on end, not getting any sleep with Wooyoung by your side. He held your hand every step of the way.

And now, here you were. Both together, but not together. You both stood there, meeting a milestone that a couple would reach. You sniffed back your tears, wooyoung offering you a worried glance.

“Oh? You must be y/n,” the teacher came up to you with a bright smile, his unique appearance immediately brightening you up. It was nice to see such a sweet guy teaching your daughter. It relieved some of your stress. “I’m Kim Hongjoong, we’ve emailed back and forth about Nabi.”

You forced a smile despite your worries. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Hongjoong bent down to Nabi’s level, smiling when he noticed her little pigtails. “Oh, aren't you cute. Are you ready to meet some friends?”

Nabi raised her little eyebrows, looking from you to wooyoung. “Can my parents stay? They said they’d stay with me.”

Oh.

Parents.

Wooyoung choked on air, feeling his heart beat faster as those words came out of Nabi’s mouth. She knew her real dad passed away, but did she…honestly consider woo as her parent?

Your eyes widened, but there was no reason to correct her. It would only make her feel different from the others, as all the other kids had happy and healthy parents.

Hongjoong looked up at you and wooyoung, offering you both a smile. “They can stay for a little, yes.”

Nabi was too smart. She knew that meant you couldn't stay the whole time, but nonetheless agreed and let go of both your hands. She turned to you both, Wooyoung looking like he was about to pass out. 

“You promised ice cream.” is all she said, her mischievous eyes piercing into wooyoung's anxious ones.

“You will get your ice cream, butterfly,” he patted her head, and speaking of butterflies, you were really feeling them right about now.

The minute the teacher took Nabi to go play with the other kids, you and wooyoung sat down on tiny little desk chairs while the other parents conversed with each other. It was equivalent to the grown ups table and the childrens table at holiday gatherings, and you and woo, quite literally, were the children. 

At least you felt like it.

You sat with your hands in your lap, picking at the nail polish that was flaking off. You sighed as you watched Nabi fit in just like seonghwa would’ve. 

Just like Wooyoung would’ve.

 It was bittersweet to think about, and after a bit of time passed, you were sure Nabi wouldn't even notice if you got up and left.

“Y/n,” wooyoung hummed softly, catching your attention. He looked different, as his mind was swimming with a whole bunch of thoughts. “I hate to say this, but I think we should head out.”

You gave one last look to your happy-go-lucky three year old, who was looking like the leader of the pack. You nodded, standing up from that uncomfortable chair. “I’ll go say bye.”

As you took a step away from Wooyoung, you paused. Turning around, you faced him and nodded your head back to your daughter with your hand reaching out to him.

“Come with me?”

He sat there, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed. You weren't asking much, other than looking like perfectly in love parents so Nabi didn't feel left out. 

After staring at you for a moment, he stood up, lacing his fingers through yours. It was like the very first time you touched him—your heart began to race. Out of all your years, this was a shock. You got nervous just holding his hand—Wooyoung, out of everyone. 

No thoughts, just the feeling of his skin against yours. Your confusing thoughts began to conflict with your heart as you walked hand in hand to say bye to Nabi.

Nabi saw you coming, and she dropped the toy in her hand after seeing you and woo. She smiled, and made her way over. “Are you going?” she asked, her pigtails a bit messy. A girl that she made friends with came up behind her, a smile on her face.

It was nice to see her getting along with others. Maybe you did a good job raising her so far.

But it wasn't just you.

You looked down at your intertwined hands, wooyoung doing the same. Your head was spinning, but it felt nice to see Nabi happy. “Yes, we have to go now, okay?”

Nabi nodded with a gummy smile, and hugged your legs. “Okay, but I get ice cream later.”

Wooyoung let out a chuckle, his hand tightening around yours. You never wanted him to let go. 

“Of course, butterfly.” he said sweetly, pulling at her pigtail. “We’ll be back to get you.”

Nabi gave you a nod, giving you a little giggle before tossing herself between the two of you for a hug, and then quickly frolicking back to where the fun toys were.

You said your goodbyes to the teacher, feeling like the world was moving too fast around you. In a daze, you found yourself walking down the school’s hallway, still hand-in-hand with wooyoung. He didn't speak. Neither did you. 

When you finally reached the car, you paused on the passenger side, wooyoung still wrapped around your finger.

“She’ll be okay,” he said, tightening his grip. “I promise.”

You looked down at your hands, and for a moment, you didn't want to let go.

Until you did.

“Ugh, don't be sappy,” you shook off his hand, shivering in mock disgust. “I don't like it when you're serious….it's not…normal.”

He stared at you with a slight frown, but didn't say anything. After another moment, that sly look found its way to his face. “Listen, cupcake, your daughter just made more friends in the span of five minutes than you made your whole life.”

There he is, that bitch-ass.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door. 

“Get in and drive, asshole.”

—

When you got home, Wooyoung said he had to go out for some groceries since he couldn't stand living off apple sauce and coffee anymore. You bid him a farewell happily, knowing that you'll finally have alone time—the time you haven't had since Nabi was born.

The quietness was outstanding. You couldn't remember the last time you could hear the neighbors, or the last time you could relax without worrying about something. So you did what any sane person would do.

Took a peaceful shower. A nice, hot, shower, definitely not an excuse to think about wooyoung in a not so PG way.

The minute the scolding water hit your body, you shivered despite the heat. Letting out a sigh, you thought about the morning, seeing him nearly naked, his dewy hair and curved lips. You wandered to the day before, as his hands caressed you in a way he never touched you before. You should be fantasizing about San, the man you were supposed to be infatuated with. But rather than him, you thought about how wooyoung would kiss. How he would taste. How he would fuck.

Without knowing, your hands found their home on your clit, slowly spinning in circles as you imagined your hand as his. Would he touch you like this? Gently? Smoothly? With care and attentiveness? Would he slowly glide a finger in, curving it ever so slightly, as if he was afraid to hurt you?

You let out a soft moan, water dripping down your face and down your legs as you imagined him in the shower with you.

This wasn't enough.

You finished up washing your hair and body, probably faster than you ever had before. Thank god you were alone, which allowed you time to tip-toe into your room and grab your best friend from your bottom drawer, hidden under a mountain of clothes.

This was so embarrassing. You were going to think about wooyoung, out of all the people, as you got off, but something in your mind told you it was okay. He would probably take it as a major compliment if he found out—which he never will, but still. 

You threw yourself on your bed, on top of the plush covers, and coated your vibrator with a nice amount of strawberry flavored lube, which no one was tasting other than you occasionally just to see how it tastes. Would wooyoung like it? Would he go down on you, looking up through his eyelashes as he made love to you with his tongue?

“Jesus fucking christ.” you hissed, quietly, as if you were scared someone would hear you. Thank god the grocery store was a decent drive away, and Woo was such a dilly-dally that you could finish a few times and clean up.

As you turned the vibrator on, you spared no second on pressing it against your lips, past them, and into your core, causing you to arch your back and moan. You held off on screaming his name, feeling like he’d be able to hear you miles away. You already felt dirty by thinking of him in this way.

The vibrations moved up your body, like ripples of a wave in the ocean. It's been ages since you felt this intense need—it was riveting, you couldn't let go of the feeling. You imagined him touching you, feeling you, kissing you. Entering you. Making love to you. Maybe, just maybe, you could sleep with him just once. Maybe that would help you get this mess you called a mind in check. 

You moaned, the vibrator hitting all the spots he would hit. You imagined his expressions, causing you to let out a sigh of pleasure. Dear god, this was a new low for you. At least he would never see you in this state.

At least, so you thought.

You were too high on a climax to realize he called to you from the kitchen, saying he forgot his card. You were too gone to notice his footsteps close in, and too annihilated to see him standing in the doorway—the door you forgot to close.

“Oh,” he murmured, his eyes wide and his goofiness gone. He’s never seen you like this, legs spread in front of him, naked, gorgeous. He dropped his phone that he was holding in his hand, letting it fall to the ground in shock. “My. god.”

“You heard him, stopping quickly and looking at him, dumbfounded. “....Wooyoung?”

He blinked quickly, his eyes on your body in a way he never looked before. “Now, I know that…that I should be looking away and running,” he swallowed, taking a step into the room. “But shouldn't you also be telling me to leave?”

You didn't know what to do. You kept the vibrator inside you, as if you weren't just thinking it was his dick. Now he was here, in the middle of your high, and you were about to take it as an opportunity. Just once, just once.

You looked at him, wet in more ways than one, seeing him crave you like a moth to a flame. You were going to regret it, but he was too good to be true. 

“Come here,” you whispered, watching him widen his eyes in shock. “Please.”

“Are you…” he hesitated. “Thinking about me? Or is it him?”

You smirked, embarrassed because it should be San. but it wasn't. It never will be.

All you had to do was look in his direction, a needy look on your face.

“You.” 

He didn't say anything. He took a step closer to you, his eyes on you like they never were. He reached the edge of the bed, standing between your legs, his lips parted as he looked like an animal that would devour you. He leaned onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as his hand pushed your leg down, sliding himself into the spot you never thought you'd see him in.

“I swear to god, y/n,” he breathed, sucking in a sharp breath as he sat between your legs. He hesitated for a second, unsure of if he should even be here. “The things I want to do to you…”

You felt intoxicated. Under the influence. It was so strange, and out of nowhere, you felt this intense crave for him. 

He sat there, his eyes on your wetness and his lips parted. Your chest ached as he looked down at you, but then you met his eyes after he didn't answer.

The vibrator was still inside you, as if it was him, and ever so slowly, you began to move your hand, causing him to let out a sound you've never heard from him before. He didn't touch you—he just watched, captivated by your movements, your appearance, your dripping wet hair and naked body.

His hand met the inside of your thigh, feeling the wetness. He groaned softly, clenching his jaw almost like he was in pain. You looked up at him through your lashes, begging for him to touch you more. His breaths began to speed up, fingers clawing at your skin.

“I want to touch you,” he whispered, watching you play with yourself in a way no man has ever seen you. Seonghwa was different—this was different. “Please let me touch you.”

You hesitated despite your ache. You weren't sure what would happen to your relationship with him after this. You couldn't let go of him, in any way, and maybe it was because you secretly had feelings for him.

Or maybe you just needed to be touched.

You met eyes. He took your little nod as a yes, and slowly gripped the sex toy in his own hand. He furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on you and only you. You couldn't help but cry out softly as he shoved it inside you, deeply. You ached, craved that it was him. Yet, the fact that he was the one doing it made it feel a million times better than you could ever make yourself feel.

He was fully clothed, his jeans rubbing against the bare skin of your legs. He leaned forward, his breath unsteady as he held himself over you, looking down at your lips, your breasts, the angles of your collarbones. He let out a sigh as he slowly pulled the vibrator out fully, and sat on the backs of his knees.

You furrowed your brows as he did it, upset that he stopped. He held the toy in front of him, and then looked down at you with an expression you've never fathomed. 

“You know,” he breathed, looking at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. He set the vibrator down after turning it off, leaving the space uneasily quiet. “I can make you feel better than that fucking thing.”

You bit your lip as he leaned forward once again, your breath caught in your throat. You've never felt this uneasy, this stimulated. The way he made you feel was like lightning hitting a surface, creating an intense spark of lust you never imagined. Out of all the people, it was him. 

You kept quiet, watching him ravish you with only his eyes. His hand crept up on your thigh ever so slowly, sensually, until he met your core, delicately dancing his fingertips against the skin.

You sighed, arching your back against the bed as he moved his two fingers gracefully. It made you think about how many times he’s done this—he surely knew how to please a woman, and you wondered how many he had to get on top of to master this.

You had the urge to close your legs, your core tightening as he teased you. To your surprise, he stuck his middle finger in, causing you to gasp in excitement.

You saw that glimmer in his eyes once again. It was as if he was pleased with your response, boosting his already inflated ego. He curled his finger inside you, breathing heavily as he kept his eyes on your facial expressions. You shut yours tight as you parted your mouth, unable to see him slide down on your body to press his lips to you.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed, taking in a sharp breath as he pushed his tongue inside you. He gripped your legs and looked up at you as you pulled his hair, smiling into you devilishly.

“Mhhm,” he moaned against you, face contorting in pain as you tugged on his hair. “Strawberry. My favorite flavor.” His words were like kisses to your lips, his nails leaving marks in your skin. Your stomach tightened, swirled at his tone. He was still witty even during a time like this.

You couldn't help but cry out at his touch, his lips, his expressions. He looked at you in a different way than just lust—you couldn't put your finger on it. But one thing was for certain. You were completely infatuated with him, in more ways than one, and now, it was impossible to break away from his charm.

“You taste so good,” he spoke softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. It made you think that he’s kissed you in these spots even before kissing your lips. The thought of this made you want to pull him up to you and stick your tongue in his mouth like it was your home.

Maybe it was all the years without sex, or even touch, that is making you act this way.

Or maybe you loved him. Who knows.

He slid his hands down the curve of your hips as his mouth made love to you. It didn't take long for you to reach your climax, and as it came, you were too high to hear him whispering dirty little words into you. He fingered you quickly, yet smooth enough that you couldn't take it anymore. 

It was as if he had psychic powers—you didn't tell him you were going to come, but yet the minute you reached that high, his mouth was on you, intaking you and getting drunk off your body. He watched your breathing slow as he pulled away, leaving back to take a good look at you.

You had no words. You could barely breathe, nonetheless. He pulled his fingers out of you, drenched in your love, and without breaking eye contact with you, he sucked on them, like a vampire would on its prey. It almost made you want to cry out in another orgasm, but as it passed, your mind wandered to his expression and the fact that you just did that. With him.

You sat up against the headboard, suddenly aware of your lack of clothes and lack of class. You must've looked so desperate for him. You thought that maybe he saw you as an object, or a woman that was taking advantage of his presence.

You gripped a pillow and held it to your body. He frowned, but didn't move from his spot on the bed.

The distance between you was small, physically. You could reach out and touch him. Yet, it felt like the oxygen in the room escaped, leaving you suffocated. His expression changed from mischievous to concerned, and he looked down at the pillow covering the parts he never thought he’d see.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words barely came out. “Did I do something wrong?” he inquired, his hands gripping onto the blanket tightly—the same hands that gripped you moments before.

You swallowed hard, piecing together an excuse to counteract your actions. “I….I’m sorry about this. Just act like it never happened. It never should have, anyway.”

You stood up quickly, knowing he was going to see you. He was silent while you rooted through your drawer for underwear, and you tossed them on, along with a shirt and bottoms. He stared at you, quietly, and it almost felt like you might have torn his heart right out of his chest. You told yourself you only used him to fulfill your aching sexual desires, but the truth lies deep in your heart—you wanted him in more ways than one.

“So, that…what just happened…” he mumbled, turning to look at you. You swear you saw the disappointment in his eyes. “Was it a mistake?”

You paused. “...yes. It won't happen again. I was just…distracted.”

You turned away from him to make your way out of the room, racking your brain to find an excuse to leave. “I’ll go to the store instead, okay?”

He didn't say anything. He just looked at you, his normal self long gone. He blinked, then nodded, giving you the opportunity to turn your back on him and what just happened.

And yet, even after throwing out that excuse, you still thought about the way he touched you while you made your way to the store. But more than that, your head was spinning with thoughts of him in other ways—ways that scared you enough to shove away the ideas of a romantic future with him.

After all, he deserved more than someone like you. At least that's how you thought.

Little did you know, he was already committed to a life with you forever.

[miinsang]

— who’s watching? (san, hongjoong, wooyoung edition)  — for: @sanchelinz

[paarksunghoon]

I don’t know how or why I’ve been attracting ateez accounts during these past two days but hello…….i’m getting into them and rn I want to give yunho a big fat smooch

[theaufanartist]

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, “𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦��𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

Hong Joong💓

“I’m so fucking done,”you groan, falling face down on his bed. Joong looks at you from the side, as he takes out his electronics book from the shelf. He pushes his reading glasses back, and returns to the bed, pushing you towards the edge. You groan, as you roll and fall down with a squeak, entirely not sure whether it came from your mouth out of surprise or it was the asshole laughing on the bed.

“You’re such a dick,”you mumble, loud enough for him to hear, making him smile. He sees you get up and walk towards the couch and sit with a plop.

“I’ve so much homework today, I hate it,”you say, looking over at him, as he kept typing away at his laptop, “Watcha doing?”

“Well, I got these assignments to complete,”he says, “you should be doing those too, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah,”you say, yawning, as you take your phone out of the pocket to check the time, “Woo is being a little bitch.”

“When isn’t he?”Joong remarks, making you giggle, “what is he saying now?”

“Eh, same stupid stuffs,”you say, as you look at Joong, who was already looking at you, “you know you have chicken legs?”

Joong rolls his eyes and throws a pillow at you, making you laugh, as you take the pillow and put it on the hand rest and lay your cheek on it, trying hard to keep your eyes open.

“You’re such a little-”he says but stops, as he begins to hear soft snores from the corner of the room. Turning in your direction, he finds you asleep, with your toes curled due to the slight drop in temperature, “-shit.”

He gets up from his bed and walks towards you. Crouching down to your level, he analyses your sleeping form, and shakes his head when he sees you wearing the sweatshirt he thought he misplaced a month ago.

“I remember asking you if you knew where this was,”he says, but was greeted by a slight groan, as he tries to stifle his growing smile, “well, it looks far better on you than me anyways.”

He continues to stare at you for a while, stroking your hair gently.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪��𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, “𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

Well, maybe for once, the shit that comes out of Woo’s mouth was right.

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Finally, I’m out of slump haha! This is the last fic of the year! I’ll come back with some new ones next year!