#it's not delulu if i read this fic and personally grafted myself onto woozi rather than the reader okay?

[olive-recs]

SCREAMING !!!!!! CRYING !!!!!!!! THROWING UP !!!!!!!! FROTHING AT THE MOUTH !!!!!!!! IMPLODING LIKE A VIOLENTLY SUDDEN SUPERNOVA!!!!!!!! I AM A WOOZI BIAS FIRST AND A HUMAN SECOND AND SHIT !!!!!!! OP, THANKS FOR REMINDING ME WHY !!!!!!!!!

everything about this was a little too relateable and personally relevant and op, bestie,,,,,,,,,,, you know how to write the most soft and endearing stories possible tell me why you had me giggling like a school girl over romantic tropes. in the study rooms at the library. this is not a good look for my self proclaimed antiromanticism, but you make it so fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i adored this fic. so much. like, everything about it. the lyrics!!!!!!! the muse/artist trope!!!!! the tortured artist!!!!! the i'm-going-to-deny-my-feelings-because-shit-that's-a-lot-to-handle-and-also-they-would-NOT-like-me-like-there's-no-reason-for-them-to-do-that conflict for woozi!!!!!!!!!! the i'm-going-to-pester-you-until-you-break-but-also-i'm-fragile-please-handle-with-care thing for the reader!!!!!! that confession that was beyond anticipation and expectation and belief!!!!!! oh, you know how to write a romance geared specifically toward me,,,,,,,, you know what the girlies want,,,,,,,, op, beloved, the power of your writing,,,,, it has been oh so comforting these past two days and i was looking foward to reading this all day. you astound. you delight. you keep me going through this long suffering, all encompassing void <3.

also can i just say i love the way you write seungcheol sm and the more i see him in these chapters, the more i am SO. PUMPED. to read his chapter like damn,,,,,,,, maybe my s.coups bias wreck is a little strong these days,,,,,,,,,,, don't look at it too long, shhh.

under the sun [woozi]

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

prompt: darl+ing inspired fic.

word count: 9.3k~

warnings: food mention. jihoon being a little standoffish at first and cold to reader a few times. happy ending. also warning for song lyrics written in italics since music is a huge part of jihoon’s fic. also bare minimum proofreading rn, sorry!!

daisy’s notes: my man… i learned while writing this that he apparently is 5′5″ and not 5′4″ like i thought. when will the lies stop. man might be a half inch taller than me. im crying /j

summary: It all starts when you wake up in a field without a name or any memories to define yourself with. Thirteen men take you in as one of their own, and slowly you begin to wonder what is going on within this world… and between you and one of them.

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Jihoon was someone who always took time to warm up to people. Everyone knew this (except for you, he thought, unless someone told you–he wouldn’t blame them if they did), Jihoon knew this, and he knew that there was likely little chance for him to budge easily on things like this. He was protective of the group, after all. Even when Chan came, a month before you did, Jihoon grew more used to him. He felt comfortable sharing his music (something Jihoon always held tight to his chest and only shared occasionally) with Chan, with Hansol who seemed to understand him on a different level than the others. Everyone respected his boundaries, and that did include you. He remembered the way you wanted to back out when he was singing to Seungkwan. Even though both he and Hansol were younger, he understood why they both (lightly) scolded him for putting things away when you were around. He knew that he was likely hurting you by being so… exclusive toward you. If he didn’t try to be kinder to you, then you’d grow to hate him. And then you’d leave, wouldn’t you? If you thought he (and anyone else) hated you?

Yet all of those thoughts went straight out the window when he saw you pick up one of his notebooks to move it aside–only panicking when you started to open it.

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