#jwy : youngie.

[kireiwoo]

[7:29pm] # jung wooyoung.

first loves are a peculiar phenomenon.

they’re different for everyone; nuanced and pure, sometimes possessive and confusing. generally, there are a few recognizable traits that people share in a conglomerate of harrowingly differentiating forms; that gently aching thump of a rapid heartbeat, the once annoying squawks of irritating birds turning mellifluous and cherished in the charred dawn, or even skin prickling with heat, particularly on an unnoticeably freckled countenance. jung wooyoung remembers his first love like a meadow of marigolds.

she had the sweetest smile and the softest eyes, with silken skin and frazzled hair tousled by the playful wind. her voice was mild, perfect and laced with an intoxicating slur that beckoned him like strawberries and cream. she smelt like blueberry muffins and shaved vanilla, glasses idly perched on the bridge of her nose crookedly. she enjoyed lazing at the beach with airy shirts coloured variously, and sifting her fingers through smoothened sea-glass and sedimentary pebbles along the shoreline.

wooyoung and her had a special spot by the bay. nestled between oakwood and birch trees laid an undisturbed alcove; a small opening leading to a brief dock. lily pads and rose-coloured flowers entangled around the perimeter of the dock, wet moss and algae absentmindedly creeping up the corroded posts in each corner. the water grazing the horizon sparkled with the pearlescent sun’s rays, and wooyoung usually brought her there for picnics or as a means of fruitful escape.

the last occasion they spent time at their humble, blissfully ignorant getaway, she was wearing a mushroom necklace and mint-leaf hued sandals. he remembers her goofy laughter while they sipped convenience store banana milk and munched on handmade sandwiches. they weren’t gourmet, and wooyoung remembers being freshly introduced to the world of cooking, but they sufficed. the food had a sentimentality attached to it that urged them to devour it anyways.

he remembers times like that, pure and innocent like the crystal waters below them. but he also unwillingly recalls the bountiful arguments; moments where their disagreements turned sour or misunderstandings arose suspicion that led to frivolous octave matches. he remembers the feeling of cold tears on his warm cheeks; the contrast stark and alarming as his scratchy voice pleaded for a resolve, even though he knew he was wrong and that forgiveness was a fever dream. he remembers wrapping his arms around her and promising that he would be better; admitting to his faults in a desperate hope that things would smoothen over and they’d return to their normalcy that was the dock behind the foliage.

but they didn’t.

the separation was painful; comparable to stitches torn apart and sharp decay at the heartstrings. it was strange how the physical feeling of immature heartbreak was a thing. snot bubbled down to wooyoung’s lips and his eyes ran with rivers of tears; he couldn’t accept it. he felt like the world was crumbling. wooyoung would’ve gone lengths for her; down to the rumbling, pressurized depths of the ocean and light-years across an unbelievably bleak and dark universe. but the cosmos would shine with a luminescent illusion simply because he knew he would be returning to her, no matter what. this felt like floating in a pool of watery darkness, down to the impending trenches filled with gory, disembodied dreams and lost aspiration. she didn’t have to leave for it to hurt as badly as it did.

wooyoung eventually picked himself back up. he came to realize that life wasn’t as dim and resolutely dreary as he pictured it to be. he accepted that he wasn’t being dramatic, he was being realistic. unintentional pain isn’t ever something someone can purposefully dramatize, he thought. downtrodden, in the mud, even hitting rock-bottom; the only thing you can do is get up or give up; and he was tired of fantasizing about the latter. months passed and though he knew years of of a reciprocated relationship wouldn’t seep from his mind like steeped earl grey, he understood that it would take time and effort.

he understood that the pain of first loves were apart of growing up, whether he wanted to or not. he understood that the chirping outside would feel agonizing, the thumping would be a reminder that his heart wasn’t specifically beating for someone anymore, and every aspect of his life would seem to revolve around her, but he knew that eventually those feelings of bittersweet melancholia would gradually fade away. he learned that sometimes things have to be hard to get better. sometimes lonesomeness is a lesson disguised by a lust for company, no matter how toxic or tainted it may be.

today, wooyoung sits by himself at the dock. he stares out into a sunset of burnt oranges, crimson, and honeyed magenta, recognizing that he doesn’t need another half to complete his mismatched but beautiful semi-circle. he knows that he’ll fall in love again, and that’ll it’ll hurt, but from that suffering he also learnt that life doesn’t have to be wildly traumatic to have it’s hard moments. he found that living doesn’t have to revolve around finding love in a lost alcove by the bay. a large portion of growing up means to find, to hurt, to heal, and to reminisce. and sure, sometimes he gets that gargling pit of nostalgia buzzing deep in his gut, or that momentary haze of remembrance that stuns him into silence, but he knows that it’s fleeting; monotone but temporary.

first loves are a peculiar phenomenon; they can be achingly painful or addictively sugary, and sometimes they end in more strife than intended. they feel like dancing on clouds of cotton candy, the disgustingly gloomy world suddenly painted with colours you didn’t know existed. heartache is expected, as well as tears of grief and frustration, but it’s part of growing up. because sometimes, growing up means experiencing the brunt of pain before you can enjoy the tangible delicacies of happiness. wooyoung knows that now.

and he’ll sob and mourn from the residual loss, but he’ll always remember her, his first love, like a meadow of marigolds; as a flower he held, and one that wilted, but one he’ll never forget. first loves are such a peculiar thing, no?

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valtameri | jwy (6)

remember

word count: 2k

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader

genre: pirate au, mermaid au, pirate!wooyoung x mermaid!reader ∣ angst, fluff

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The voyage to Santadoba had been everything but easy.

Yeosang had predicted it right before they began sailing towards the island, but he was still caught by surprise. The rain was heavier than it had been on that whole week, and the wind was freezing cold. However, despite the drawbacks, they were able to get to Santadoba Island in a span of three days.  

Not much had gone on in the pirate ship either.

Each and every one of them were busy with their responsibilities, and a few more. As Seonghwa was taking care of y/n, Yunho took over the kitchen. He did cook well, and everyone thanked him for doing a great job, but deep inside them they still wished for the eldest to go back to his part time job once again. Nothing could compare to his meals, and even Yunho knew that himself. Yeosang had been in charge of the ship more than he hoped to be, because Mingi was losing it every now and then. He hated storms and although he tried, he still couldn’t get over them. Lucky for him, his fellow pirates understood him and let him take care of other matters while the ship was tossing and turning.

Despite the fact that not everything was that bad, Wooyoung was still feeling a little down. He didn’t like to spend his days sitting on the crow’s nest, adjusting the sails every five seconds. He wished to have become a doctor just like his hyung, so that he could be the one taking care of his y/n instead. He did visit her every night, but he always found her asleep.

“She’s lying most of the time, actually.” Seonghwa sighed, feeling her forehead to check her temperature. “It’s not like she’s still sick. Actually, today marked the day of her recovery. The thing is that she wants to walk and…”

“She can’t?” Wooyoung asked, pain clear in his tone.

“She’s still weak. I mean, her temperature is back to normal and she eats everything that I feed her. But she has tried walking and she…” the eldest interrupted his own speech upon seeing y/n shifting in the bed. After a few seconds, she tiredly sighed and moved no more. Seonghwa double checked before continuing. “She barely walks four or five steps before she collapses into the bed. But she is so stubborn that I have to be by her side the whole day since I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Is she… sad?”

“I think y/n’s more frustrated than sad. She really wants to go out of the cabin and help us out, even though she doesn’t even have a clue of what is it that we do” he chuckled softly “She’s also asking a lot about you”

“She is?” Wooyoung’s eyes brightened up a little, and a soft smile appeared on his chapped lips. He looked at her sleeping form, and his heart warmed up.  

“Of course she is. She wanted to talk to you about something which she refused to tell me. But at night, when you are available, she falls asleep really quickly, so there’s not much I can do to let you talk.”

The pirates kept discussing about y/n and what to do next, when a light knock on the wooden door cut short their conversation. Wooyoung stood up from the end of the bed and opened it.

“What is it?”

“You have to sleep, Youngie. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, and you need some rest. You did a lot today” San told him, offering him one of the last chocolate cookies that Yunho had baked the night they began their journey to Santadoba.

“Fine” the young pirate sighed, taking the tempting snack from San’s hand. “But let me say goodnight to her first.”

Wooyoung turned back inside and knelt down beside the bed. He took a moment to observe her sleeping the night away, taking in how beautiful and peaceful she looked. The little smile appeared once again and he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead. Then, he whispered in her ear.

“We’ll talk about whatever you want to say to me tomorrow. But until then, just rest, zeemermin. Goodnight.”

“I’ll have to carry her around, then?”

“Looks like it. She can stand up, but she’s unable to walk more than a few steps or so.” Seonghwa explained.

“I don’t mind, hyung. I’ll take care of her”

“You better do” Wooyoung intervened, looking at his only younger member dead in the eyes. “You better.”

“I promise, hyung.” Jongho nodded, adjusting his belt.

Wooyoung studied him as if he was not so convinced. Nonetheless, he knew that no one could take care of her better than Jongho when it came to dangerous and risky situations.

“Is everyone ready for today?” Hongjoong interrupted the silence inside his cabin.

“I am” a soft, foreign voice resonated through the cabin’s walls. The pirates’ heads snapped to where the voice was heard, and they all looked like they had seen a ghost. But it was far from it. Y/n’s angelic smile was greeting them under the door’s frame. She was wearing a white loose shirt tucked inside her tight black pants, while a pair of leather boots protected her feet. Her long dark blue hair was shining against the sun that hit the back of her head.

“Are you insane?!” Seonghwa was the first one to react, running to her and grabbing her by the arms. “How did you manage to come here?! You just walked from one end of the ship to the other?!”

“Yes, I did” her smile was bigger and brighter as her eyes met Wooyoung’s.

She felt it again.

That man was something to her. He was an essential piece of who she was. His eyes had changed her. She knew it. But despite her efforts, nothing but darkness filled her brain.

Wooyoung was confused.

Just last night Seonghwa had told him that she couldn’t walk more than a few steps. Well, he had just said it! Yet there she was, proving them all wrong.

“How did that happen?” Seonghwa asked her, staying close to her just in case.

“I practiced” she chuckled, removing her eyes from Wooyoung’s and looking at her doctor. “When you left yesterday night, I was actually awake. I stayed the whole night trying, and when I felt like I was going to pass out I just went to bed. I heard you coming this morning and I did just the same. I even got dressed with the clothes that you gave me all by myself!” she happily explained, clearly proud of her progress. “I’m still a little wobbly, but at least I’m better than I was yesterday. I can help you out now!”

“No, you can’t” Seonghwa shook his head. “You need to stay calm”

“But you told me I could help once I was able to walk! Look at me, Hwa. I can!”

Wooyoung’s heart ached a bit upon hearing y/n call his hyung ‘Hwa’. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was jealous. Very jealous. He was actually expecting that to happen, because they were naturally spending their whole day together. But that didn’t hold him from feeling like he was slowly starting to loose y/n.

And Wooyoung didn’t want that. He needed her back.

Now, he just seemed like the one who used to know y/n, and Seonghwa the one who knew her better than anyone else. They were already close. Of course, he had saved her, taken care of her, and helped her to walk.

How could he compare to his hyung now?

“On a mission?!”

His thoughts were interrupted by a euphoric y/n. If her happiness was evident before, now she just exuded it. It was contagious, actually. Wooyoung chuckled, and decided to let her good spirits make him feel better with himself.

“Well, not an actual mission. But if you want to call it that way, you may” Jongho shrugged.

“Let me introduce everyone here” Wooyoung decided that it was time for him to step in. Although everyone knew her, she didn’t. And he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, even though she didn’t seem to be. “You already know Seonghwa hyung and Hongjoong hyung.”

“Right! Captain paid me a visit on my first night here. Once again, thank you for letting me stay with you” she smiled at him and Hongjoong nodded, returning the gesture.

“No worries, y/n. We will keep on helping you as much as we can.”

Wooyoung discreetly shoved his eldest hyung to the side and slipped his hand in hers. She blushed, feeling actual electricity running down her spine. The pirate’s intense stare confirmed her that he was feeling it too. Wooyoung, however, continued introducing the rest of his crew members as if nothing had happened.

“This is Jongho, our youngest. Don’t let that fool you though, he’s the strongest too — our Master Gunner”

“Oh! I heard of you before…” y/n tightly shut her eyes closed and after a few seconds opened one of them, hoping not to be mistaking Jongho for another pirate “You’re the one who carried me from that deserted island to the ship, right?”

“That’s me” Jongho proudly smiled.

“Seonghwa told me about that. I cannot thank you enough!” she smiled at him with her still warm and reddened cheeks.

“San was the one who saw you, actually” Wooyoung brought her a little closer to him and extended an arm towards his friend, who was looking at them with a fond smile. “Choi San, my best friend. He’s our gunner and powder monkey”

“And a lot more!” he whined, getting closer to the girl. “Nice to finally meet you, y/n”

“You too! I must thank you too, then. I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for your great eyesight” she chuckled.

“Nothing to thank me. I guess I’m used to be on alert most of the time when I’m with Wooyoung. He’s a little blind” he shrugged, fixing the bangs that had fallen over his eyes.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and ignored his best friend’s comment about his eyesight. “This is Yeosang, our naviga—”

“Sailing Master!”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Sangie. Then there’s Mingi, our quartermaster.”

“Welcome on board!” the tall guy made a cute face and y/n had to laugh.

“And lastly, our cooper and current cook, Yunho”

As soon as their eyes met, y/n felt a kind of familiarity that only Wooyoung had been able to provide her ever since her arrival to the Destiny. She knew him too, but his image was even more blurry than Wooyoung’s. “Uhm… I don’t know why but… I think I have… already met you…” she said, but it ended up leaving her lips in the form of a question rather than an affirmation.  

“I’m not so sure about that… maybe you heard about me?” Yunho raised an eyebrow.

When she was a mermaid, she had gone up to the surface with her father multiple times. However, she had always been so mesmerized with Wooyoung that she hardly ever paid attention to the rest of the crew. They had always tried to be discreet, but for the pirate crew it was notorious that she only had eyes for Wooyoung, and the other way around.

They believed, and were one hundred and ten percent sure, that she was actually going to start remembering about Wooyoung, and no one else but Jung Wooyoung.

“Yeah… maybe” she nodded, but her features showed the opposite.

Wooyoung was attentively hearing their exchange, wondering exactly the same as his friend. Of course he had talked about Yunho a lot when they had the habit of meeting under every night sky. But he had told her many stories about every single one of his crew members.  

That little strange conversation stayed in the minds of the three for the rest of the day, if not for more.  

Was y/n finally remembering?

And why was it that she recalled Yunho when she had only interacted with Wooyoung in her previous mermaid life?

 next ↬ chapter vii — the dark side

 what do you think it will happen?? why is yunho in her blurred memories?? give me your theories!!! 

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[kireiwoo]

red, blue, my yellow. [jwy!]

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#𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 bestfriend!woo x fem!reader.

#𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 in which woo is your teasing florist of a friend who can’t seem to pick between red and blue; so you add a third option for him, yellow!

#𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 bf2l, fluff, crack, blasphemy(?), animal death, cursing, 6th grader jokes, two dorks being oblivious, kissing <3

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“Okay, so Sky Blue or Cherry Red?”

“What the fuck? Those are so contrasting.”

Wooyoung whined at your indecisive and absentminded response, leaning his head against your turquoise, sweater-clad shoulder while watching reruns of Scooby-Doo on your old TV. You sipped on the sugarless vanilla latte he purchased for you, relishing in the brief but welcomed warmth the drink radiated in waves. Wooyoung obsessively shoved two paint-cards into your face, gaggling over how bright and saturated they were.

He visited earlier with the guise of simply hanging out with you, claiming that while occupied with his 9-5 job downtown as an optimistic florist, he missed your company. Initially he picked the job because it sounded delicate and comprehensively easy. Objectively, the work was relatively standard; water the daffodils and make sure his small, secret rose garden he called ‘wonderland’ was receiving enough sunlight; but his back ached with hauling boxes filled with seeds and bags packed of faux soil.

“Why are you seriously no help?” He chirped. You grumbled in response, focusing on the graphics of the late television show rather than Wooyoung’s juvenile complaints. Your hair was an unkempt rat’s nest and your spongebob pyjama pants were ruffled considerably, but you allowed Wooyoung into your house regardless of your external appearance. You knew he wouldn’t judge you anyways, too occupied with picking a paint colour for his new apartment.

“How about Sunflower Yellow?” You calmly, dismissively suggested, taking another long swig from the now-empty pale brown paper cup before tossing it behind your couch. You’d clean it up later anyways, but for now you had a whiny best friend to deal with. “Dunno if you’re hard of hearing or colourblind but yellow wasn’t an option.” Wooyoung quipped, his eyes flashing with a teasingly stumped mirth.

“You and I both damn-well know who has the better hearing, and she’s lookin’ right at ya.” Wooyoung giggled at your pouty disposition, finding your blushed cheeks and deep eye-bags adorable. He sat casually against your couch, dressed in his own quirkily mismatched ensemble. A pair of khaki shorts accompanied by a dark green sweatshirt and multicoloured socks, his scuffed three-year-old tennis shoes laying by your door. You found it endearing how Wooyoung still tried to come up with his own fashion trends, ending up looking like a stitched together version of brand-name and value-village. But he was being expressive in the form of seasonal apparel, and you were proud of him.

“Byeol?” He teased, gesturing to your mangy, blue-eyed siamese feline as she sat back and observed your get-together, scattering away once the attention was on her. Wooyoung sighed.

“Look, you chubby-cheeked wench, just answer and I’ll leave you to sleep in your little cocoon of grandma blankets.” You huffed at his insinuation, plonking your deft fingers against his cheek softly and gently.

You met Wooyoung in third grade, when sex didn’t determine friendship and the bounds of society were turned away by your blind infant eyes.

You’d been retrieving wild bluebells and dandelions, bunching them in your sweaty grasp as a sort of dedicated bouquet, explaining to the boisterous boy that you needed to leave it as a parting gift to a squirrel you saw that got run over (you called him Tootles). Looking back, it was innately bizarre how indifferent you were to the concept of death, but Wooyoung supposes that it was a sweet thought anyways. From then on, the two of you blundered together—but part of the reason Wooyoung stayed was also because of his obvious attraction to your lopsided pigtails and thrifted summer dresses. He remembers that you always had a food stain somewhere on your clothing.

Now looking at you, still messy and even more vulgar, he can’t help but think that he doesn’t regret any moments. You’ve gone through everything together; Wooyoung was present for your first period when the stomach pain and hunger cramps were immense, and you were there when his family suffered through a rough patch, assuring him that everything would be okay when in reality, the decision of divorce between his parents was settled a week later. Those were some of his most difficult moments, but he can look back at them fondly only because it brought him closer to you.

“Wench? What are you saying? I’m a god.” You offered in the most dramatized tone you could.

“Might wanna get your facts checked,”

“Might wanna get your mom checked,” You snorted, biting your lip while procuring finger guns just for the hell of it. Wooyoung sighed in mock disappointment, his frizzy purple-tinted fringe falling onto his forehead. You grinned and giggled, catching his attention cutely.

Your whiny puppy rolled his eyes before wailing a cacophony of displeased sounds, loudly filtering his discontentment with having a plain apartment. “(Y/N) you don’t understand the seriousness of my situation! Who wants to tell their grandchildren that their first—that’s right, first!—apartment was a boring cream colour?!” Fed up with his childish bumbling, you quickly smacked his forehead, chuckling quietly as he squeaked and softened his stiff posture. It was honestly so lovable how he got so passionate about the smallest, almost insignificant things.

“Listen, we’ll figure something out. I still think Sunflower Yellow should be an option though.” Wooyoung swatted at your covered tummy with an overzealous and enthusiastic expression, clearly excited with the concept of letting you help him. The soft scent of peppermint-chamomile flooded into your nostrils from his clothing, making you mentally note to ask him what detergent he decided to try. “You think wrong, settler! Now choose between these two colours or I’ll be obligated to steal half of your lifespan.” You laughed loudly at the unprecedented silliness of your best friend, shaking your head while sending a fleeting but absolutely enamoured stare in his direction.

“Honestly, at this point why am I letting you help me?” He hummed. You gurgled at his feigned distress, gasping and tackling him against the couch. You straddled his waist, pointing a manicured figure at his face while you fondly cursed at him. “As I recall, Mr. Jung; you arrived to my residence at exactly 12:01 PM with the excuse to hang out, only to badger me with your issues about... paint colours. You came to me.” Wooyoung sat enthralled by your change in attitude, bathing in the flawlessness of your execution regarding exposing him for his wrongdoings.

“Just boom, bam, pow: There’s that dude I’m in love with.” Wooyoung’s eyes widened considerably, a snarky smirk falling across his countenance as his cheeks devilishly flushed, looking similar to that of a ripened strawberry. Immediately you backtracked, wondering what you said that provoked this reaction, and realization struck across your face like a sharp slap.

Oh shit. Shit.

“I-Uh—you didn’t hear that.” You waved shy but frantic hands into his face, as if hypnotizing him into forgetting about your embarrassingly personal confession. But all he did was giggle and take ahold of your wrists, pulling your body forward so you were chest to chest with him.

A soft, addictingly brief kiss was placed against your creased forehead, the perfect lips of your best friend brushing against your heated skin. You swallowed thickly, placing your hands over his sweater-clad chest with confusion written all over your face. What in the hell kind of reaction was this—? Whatever it was, it was warm and delicate and felt right.

Then again, there’s nothing that ever feels wrong when it comes to Jung Wooyoung. Or maybe that’s just you.

“Y’know, you’re not very... secretive.” He settled, making perplexities skip through your mind like stones on water. Had he known? Was this the end of your life-long friendship? Questions ran through your mind endlessly, your heart rapidly beating and mind berating you for admitting your tini-tiny, small-as-a-planet crush. “I had my suspicions but you actually saying it was my sweet confirmation.”

“The fuck? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I-I—Hey! Don’t be angry at me!” He pouted, melting your heart into a pile of mushy and fragmented puddles. “What I was trying to say is, I love you too.” Immediately your face blanched and you dropped your head into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, appreciating the small dust of red that decorated his ears. You simply couldn’t face him in fear that this was all a simulation; a seemingly harmless gaffe constructed firstly to tease you, and knowing Wooyoung with his wildly oblivious tendencies and boyish lack of empathy, you had no doubt that it was something he would try.

And yet, you couldn’t even force yourself to be angry at him. Because while you speculated that he was joking, somewhere in your heart you knew that he was being honest—simply in denial with the prospect of your long-lasting crush actually returning your feelings. “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? Airhead? Loafer?” You snapped out of your reverie, staring at Wooyoung’s pinked face as his prying eyes drifted around your facial features, slowly tracing each detail.

“You love me too?” Shock ever-present, you searched in Wooyoung’s loving gaze for some kind of testimony, a confirmation, for some truth to be shed. And when all you could see were the glimmering, almost glowing sparkles in his large pupils, you felt the slightest bit reassured.

“Of course I do, bean!”

“As a friend though, right?” Wooyoung’s face screwed into an intense concentration, expression looking fragile and breakable. But in his wandering mind, he questioned how you could even consider that. He loved you as something more—with your tangled tresses and wrinkled clothes, even down to the fact that you couldn’t handle sugar but grimaced every time you drank your vanilla lattes, simply because they weren’t sweet enough.

It was the little things that he found himself so affectionately obsessed with. He remembers your bleached sundresses in elementary and how you couldn’t tie your shoes without help from a teacher. How you loathed wearing glasses because you thought they made you look nerdy, but complained because you just couldn’t see.

“Jesus Christ, Loser. No, I love you like... like a crush! Yeah, like a crush. Romantically.” He gushed, and if this wasn’t one of the most immature confessional moments in history, it sure was a cheesy one.

“Wait, really? You like-like me?” Good god. Your fingers trembled and lips twitched.

“Yes, how many times do I—” Wooyoung breathed out a shaky sigh as you leaned forward and smoothly took his lips with your own. He tasted minty and sweet, like petals and chocolate. His eyes fluttered closed as your lips meshed together, pushing against each other in a romantic twine of burning passion.

Suddenly, your hands were on either side of his head and one of his deft, spidering hands pressed onto the small of your back. The other hand trailed up to the back of your neck, twirling the loose strands of hair at your nape, his tongue breaching the space between your lips invasively—but then he tried to card his fingers through your hair; and you hissed and pulled away like a disenchanted cat, baring your teeth from the unprecedented pain.

“Shit! Sorry, baby.” Whereas your head flooded with spiking pains from small hairs being plucked, your heart was palpitating at the new but definitely embraced pet-name. “I told you that you should’ve washed your hair! But someone doesn’t like listening!” You tutted at the nagging, harrumphing before placing another complacent kiss against his lips.

“Oh shut up, Mr. I can’t choose between red and blue.” You never thought you’d get the chance to tease Wooyoung after directly smooching him; it was a fantasy and a reoccurring fever dream to feel his plush, pillowed lips against your own. Perhaps a perverse imaginative scenario, but it was a reality now. And reality suddenly didn’t seem so harsh; crowded in the warm arms of a starry-eyed shortie with calloused hands and a knack for gardening.

“You’re right, I can’t. But it’s okay, I prefer yellow anyways.”

Who knows what awaits you in life? Maybe the sky will drain of it’s blue and the roses will deplete of their red—but no matter the changes and disparities that occur over the years, there’s always one thing that you’re forever sure of:

“You’re my yellow, Jung Wooyoung.”

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[6:57pm] # jung wooyoung.

“did you sit in a pile of sugar? cause you’ve—” your hands immediately darted up to push wooyoung’s face away from your own, his breath obnoxiously mingling with yours as you lost yourself in his dark eyes. but then he decided to open his big mouth and completely ruin the moment with those google-searched pick-up lines that he insisted would win your heart. you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him that he already owned every piece of it, though.

“i swear to god,” you groaned, your eyes glaring at the perpetrator as he raised his brows from your vulgar language. you couldn’t care less, however, too focused on trying to convince him to stop his tirade with the cheesy pick-up lines. “if you keep saying all of this shit, i’m gonna castrate you,” you saw the playfulness in his eyes morph into fearfulness, pride blooming in the depths of your chest as you realized that you made the infamous and self-proclaimed, fearless jung wooyoung scared. in fact, you were slightly confused as to why he hasn’t broken up with you yet from the multiple times you’ve threatened to take away his ability to make children. maybe fear was his kink?

“come on, you love them!” he whined, somehow finding confidence to go against you even after you threatened him. you raised one brow, your lids falling against your eyes as you provided him with a ‘really?’ look. he smiled shamelessly, giving you a little shrug before he sat back and began belting out random high-notes. sometimes you question what goes on in wooyoung’s mind; he’s extremely random and oftentimes weird but you find it endearing that he’s like this with only you. it makes you feel special and happy that he’s willing to open up his personality to you; even the weird, messed-up parts that neither of you could decipher.

you simply laughed, laying back against the couch and basking in the warmth he radiated. his loudness didn’t faze you, you were very used to it and even welcomed it with open arms. something cute about you and wooyoung was that you both were very different in many senses; he was loud and kindhearted, and you were pretty much the epitome of ‘ice-queen’. it was rare that you ever let anyone in, but wooyoung managed to break down your solid walls in just a few weeks of talking. and then those few weeks eventually developed into months, and soon enough you found yourself cuddled into his arms every day similar to this.

“are you google? because you’re everything i’ve been searching for and more,” he smirked, winking in your direction once he looked up from his phone that he’d miraculously pulled out of nowhere whilst you were deep in thought. you barked out a laugh before shaking your head and responding to his quip, your voice teasing and eyes loving.

“what did you search up? free significant other?” you laughed, clutching your stomach as you watched his face furrow in confusion. then, he pouted and swatted at your covered stomach, making more laughs erupt from deep in your chest as he grumbled about how you ruined his pick-up line. tears spilled from your eyes as you closed them, finally stopping yourself from laughing as you simply laid back and admired the fact that you could joke around with your bad sense of humour and wooyoung wouldn’t even think of judging you.

you weren’t aware of wooyoung’s eyes on your figure, watching fondly as you rose an arm to cover the expanse of your face, tears dripping down from under the shadow of your arm. something about seeing tears cascade down your face made a trigger go off in him; he felt himself soften and his mind immediately went to reminding you of how much he loved you. wooyoung wasn’t proficient in making people feel better; he usually used humour as a coping mechanism himself, so he wasn’t sure how to approach certain things. but he knew that relaying you about his never-ending love for you would definitely make you feel better, even if you weren’t upset and your tears weren’t from sadness.

“what do you see?” he asked, leaning an elbow on the old maroon couch and watching amusedly as you sniffled softly, the tears making your eyes red even though you were crying from too much laughter. “what?” you’d simply asked. obviously you couldn’t see anything, your arm was covering your eyes so the only thing you saw was pitch blackness.

“tell me what you see, right now, with your arm over your eyes,” he asked, humming once into the now calm air.

“i see nothing?” it was more of a question than a statement, but it was all wooyoung needed.

“that’s what i am without you,” he mumbled, hand coming up to grasp your knee as your heart clenched in your chest. despite the fact that it was simply another pick-up line, you felt the genuineness leaking from his voice and the way that he sounded so vulnerable while saying it. it made you feel so happy but so sad for reasons you couldn’t identify; the idea of wooyoung, one of the strongest people you know, showing weakness? you couldn’t comprehend it.

“wooyoung...” you muttered in response, hand leaving your countenance and figure sitting up as you stared at his expression filled with pure affection. you nearly teared up again when he mumbled the softest and smallest ‘i love you’ to you, a smile stretching over his mouth and eyes shining with pure mirth. you couldn’t help yourself, tackling him in a hug that crushed him against the couch.

in that moment, you felt so safe. so serene and unbothered, in a reality that you wouldn’t mind grounding yourself in. things weren’t always peachy in life, the world had its own ways of screwing you over so everything seemed bad. darkness always shaded you in the form of depressive storm-clouds; but you would always have wooyoung’s beautiful smile and presence to make you feel better. through the thickest arguments and the saddest truths, he’d always be by your side regardless of if you wanted him to be. if you needed him to wait, he would wait a billion years just to see your smile and feel your arms wrap around him. you’d never quite known what true love was, but you were sure that you had it now. and it was in the form of jung wooyoung.

“you do have a sweet ass, though.”

“wooyoung!”

[jinmindeulle]

valtameri | jwy (5)

say my name

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pairing: jung wooyoung x reader

genre: pirate au, mermaid au, pirate!wooyoung x mermaid!reader ∣ angst, fluff

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“She remembers nothing” Wooyoung muttered.

Hongjoong took a deep breath and looked at Yeosang, who was diligently going through his maps to try and figure out what move they needed to do next. “We need to go as far away from Havelock’s jurisdiction as possible. There are a few areas in which he has no power at all, thus he cannot send any messengers whatsoever.”

“We still have to make him believe we’re on his side. Otherwise he’ll find out we have y/n before she even starts to remember” Yunho intervened, leaning his arms over the large wooden table to look at Yeosang’s maps “You have to hold that meeting with him, Captain.”

“But we can’t stay here any longer. The word’s been spread, the villagers know about y/n’s disappearance. It’s a matter of hours until the Royal Navy finds out, and when they do, the real battle will begin.” San stated, his sharp eyes fixated on his best friend’s sad expression.

“I think we need to set sail again to the next pirate friendly island. Captain meets up with Havelock and we go out of his jurisdiction to protect her. We can tell him that we will be looking for her there as he’s unable to do so.” Mingi proposed, everyone nodding in agreement. “It’s a risky move, especially because of those creatures out there, but there’s no way of giving her the time to remember with her father controlling our every move.”

“Hoping for the best it’s what we can do.” Hongjoong sighed. “Yeosang, where to next?”

“Tolnia Island is the nearest option, but is full of Royal Navy’s ships most of the time. We either go there and keep y/n inside the entire time or we head to Santadoba which is probably four days distance leaving tomorrow night.”

“And leaving now?” Wooyoung asked, finally entering the discussion, sad soft voice and bloodshot eyes from having cried a while ago, engulfed in San’s warm embrace.

“Three if we are lucky.”

“Let’s be then.” Hongjoong added. “We need to be as close to the border as possible, but also on firm land. Somebody has to take y/n out of the Destiny when Mingi and I go to that meeting in case he senses her. We know he’s able to do so.”

“I can do that” Jongho offered himself, knowing he could be easily replaced by San when it came to his position on the ship, in addition to his exceptional fighting skills which truly made him the best suited to protect y/n in case something happened. “I know where to take her, that island was my home for the longest time before joining ATEEZ.”

“Okay then, is there a need to vote?”

“Let me tell hyung first” Yunho went out of the cabin and straight to Seonghwa’s room, where he was taking care of a pale and confused looking y/n.

Taking advantage of that moment where everybody scattered from the meeting, San went straight to Wooyoung. “She will remember you, Youngie.”

“She won’t, hyung. You should have seen the way she looked at me when I told her my name. Nothing sparkled in her eyes, she didn’t even flinch. She gave up her memories for me and now she doesn’t even know me.” He looked at San with such guilt and devastation as tears ran down his cheeks once again. The gunner felt like crying alongside his best friend, thinking that if he had been able to take that pain in order to help Wooyoung with his burden, he would do it without seconds thoughts.

Yunho opened the cabin’s door, making San turn around to look at him as he put his hand on his best friend’s shoulder for comfort. “Hwa is okay with the plan as long as it keeps y/n out of Havelock’s reach.”

“Then it’s settled. We depart now, hopefully arriving Santadoba in three days. We have the meeting and right after we head out of the jurisdiction.” Hongjoong announced, everyone agreeing with their Captain.  

“Hyung also told me she wants to see Wooyoung.”

San felt Wooyoung tense up under his hand. “What for?” he asked, voice still broken and never looking up from the floor.

“I don’t know, she might sense something. Not everything it’s thanks to our memory, we still can remember things from the heart.”

“Why don’t you lay down? You’re still really weak.”

“I need to see him.”

After spending half an hour with her awake, Seonghwa thought that she was Wooyoung’s other half. They both were stubborn and never listened to other people even when they knew they were right. What a power couple.

“Yunho is bringing him here so there’s no need for you to move.”

“But I want to!”

Just as she was putting her legs out of the bed to stand up, the door opened revealing a disheveled and defeated Wooyoung.

“Call me back when you’re done.”

Wooyoung simply nodded at Seonghwa’s words and slowly made his way to the bed, plopping down next to the girl whose eyes never left his face. Upon hearing the door closing, y/n wasted no time.

“Why did you run away after telling me your name?”

Wooyoung knew that there was no reasonable explanation other than telling her the truth. Nonetheless, he still believed that forcing her to remember was not the answer. Telling her all about their encounters and loving glances to each other could simply seem as a fairy tale for her, because after all, everything he could tell her was from his point of view. All of what Wooyoung knew about her was through her words, not through her eyes. And he still wasn’t aware of how much she had forgotten.

“Do we know each other?” y/n seemed to just want her millions of questions out of her head as soon as possible, not even bothering to wait for an answer to her first one.

“We do” was all he could mutter.

“From where? Do you know who I am? My name?”

Wooyoung nodded, finally mustering the courage to look up from his hands and straight into her eyes. “I don’t want you to get overwhelmed, so I came to think that it’s best for you to just trust yourself and start remembering on your own.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” she almost yelled at him, her eyes growing glossy.

“I can tell you your name, but you have to promise me that you won’t be asking around for information. You ask me and I’ll help you. Are we clear?”

“Okay” she huffed, pouting while swinging her legs back and forth.

Wooyoung felt his heart softening at her childish behavior, amazed by how just her beautiful expressions could make him weak at the knees. A little smile managed to slip over his lips, admiring her ability to make him change his mood in mere seconds.

“So, what is my name, Jung Wooyoung?”

“You are y/n. Nice to meet you once again.”

“Y/n…” She muttered, slowly going over her own name like she was tasting honey for the first time. “I like it” giggling, she looked at Wooyoung right into his eyes, and the young pirate gasped when her shining orbs seemed to react at him like they used to. “You have really beautiful eyes, Wooyoung.”

And the truth was that every time she connected her eyes with his, she felt something. She sensed familiarity, she sensed affection. y/n felt that deep down, she knew him. Those eyes had meant something for her before her life took a whole 180-degree turn.

That feeling made her determined to find out who she was, and what that pirate had meant for her not so long ago.

“Yours are even prettier” he whispered, that previous little smile growing bigger. Hope filled Wooyoung’s heart upon hearing her words. He had heard that phrase of hers multiple times when they got together on those starry nights, and every time she did that, the boatswain would answer the same lame line.

Without realizing, y/n was already rebuilding their relationship, slowly and with baby steps. She was reacting to him like she always did, and she indeed showed interest in what he had to say.

Y/n blushed and looked away, going back to analyzing every part of the room just like she was doing when she got interrupted by the handsome doctor. “The man that was taking care of me… Seong…?”

“Seonghwa.”

“Yes, Seonghwa. He told me we are in a pirate ship. I reckon I have seen one of those before but... I don’t know if I ever stepped on one.”

“Step is not a suitable word actually…” Wooyoung murmured, but she was too distracted to hear him. “I can show you around when you are well rested, but for now, go back to bed, zeemermin.”

Y/n’s head snapped towards his direction, her eyes big and her mouth opened like she just saw a ghost. “What… what did you just call me?”

Wooyoung tried to suppress the joy and adrenaline rush that his whole body was experiencing by helping her with the covers. All of the sadness that he was feeling moments later, simply faded away. He knew that y/n remembering specific and significant events or things between them was certainly not happening that night nor the following, but her reaction towards those triggers were at least something to what he could hold on for the time being.

“It’s just a nickname” he explained, subtly hiding the real meaning behind that word. “Please rest for now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Wooyoung was about to lean over her to kiss her forehead, but he gave second thoughts to it.

Maybe it’ll overwhelm her.

He agreed with his conscious and instead, he settled for just whispering a ‘Goodnight, y/n’ and go out of the room without looking back.

The soft breeze that met him right when he reached the main deck had him sigh out of relief. She’s home now.

She couldn’t stop thinking about Wooyoung, and that kept her up the whole night. Besides, the ship would violently swing back and forth when sleep was finally getting into her, so neither the room nor her mind would let her rest properly.

Every once in a while, the doctor would go in to check her vitals, as well as to make sure that she was warm and well fed every and each time. At first, y/n thought that he was being annoying. Yes, she still felt weak and her limbs had not been much responsive, but she was alive and not complaining.

What troubled her the most was that everyone in that ship seemed to know more about her and her purpose on life than herself.

By the third time that Seonghwa stopped by to measure her fever, y/n had to ask him. She had promised Wooyoung she would not do it, but her curiosity had always won over her will.

“What do you know about me?”

“I know that your name is y/n and that I cannot tell you anything else. The crew reached the decision of letting you find out on your own.”

“Why?” y/n wanted to yell at him, but she kept her voice down just because she was aware that everyone else in the ship were sleeping the night away, just like she was supposed to be doing too.

“Look, I know you’re struggling and I get it. You don’t know us and you’re trusting us even when you merely were able to meet three of us. But your situation is ours too. We’re trying to do the best we can to keep you safe and at the same time help you find out who you are. That would actually make it way easier for us to just solve the thousand problems and dangers we are facing now and in the future. But if we just tell you who we think you are, you’ll just settle with it and we’ll never know why you ended up in that island, all on your own and with two le… and in those conditions.” Seonghwa reassured her, hoping for his words to help ease her pacing brain at least for the time being.

“Are you telling me that there’s more to the story? You don’t know everything about me like I thought you did?”

“We certainly know very little compared to what you did and deep down, still do. We just need you to try hard and remember at least little bits of your life and yourself. By just doing that, you’re helping us, and most importantly, you, big time.”

Y/n sighed, nodding. “Okay… I’ll try. For everyone and for me.”

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