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ongnable · 6 years ago

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à la nuit

They smell floral. Heady. Familiar. It’s jammy sweetness, and rich as wine.

He’s a freshly laundered linen, clean bedsheets, and cotton woods type of guy. His mother always called him a shower on a summer’s night.

Not this. Whatever this was. It rubbed him in all the wrong ways. Grated at his nerves, and messed with his senses terribly. But he couldn’t get enough. Can’t get enough.

He knows the scent. But from where?

{ supernatural au } kdn | bjy | pwj | osw | hmh | hsw

a/n: vampire ong for my soulmate/supernatural verse. can be read as standalone; but skimming daniel’s for context is recommended. dubious consent-ish. mildy mature (it’s all… implied).

More than hunger, what he feels is almost akin to need… and hunger. There’s not really an accurate way to describe it. Apart from the fact that there was a yearning separating it from being a physical desire.

He thinks it’s his soul’s own way of desperately missing a part of him. The burning inside is painfully reminiscent of sunlight exposure. Sending signal for him to find them while his body moves on its own. Dazed. And his mind is dulled by the toll of daylight.

Whoever he’s searching for... they feel like a lullaby even when he’s sleeping.

It’s opulent and rich in an entirely opposite way to the plush leather and carpets that he trudges through with closed lids. Carnal in the barest sense of the word.

Perhaps in the day it would be play out differently. Yet, in his drunken state there is nothing standing in his way to blindly follow.

Close enough to make out her form - she smells creamier in person, less pungent and charring. Instead of permeating through the still night air, she envelops the whole area. He registers it as a floral note - something his mother would plant in the gardens, night blooming and vining along walls, entwining and protecting the grounds.

Seeing her wrapped tightly, unmoving, he’d probably be angry in the morning if he remembers this… To think that while he’s suffering night after night, she’s resting calmly without worry.

Each stride he takes, his hand lifts a bit more. Reaching for her. Seongwu kneels at the side of the low bed as he takes in the feel of being surrounded by the addictive thickness in the air – pressure pushing against his chest with each breath.

Murmuring intangible words on soft fragrant skin, muskier and saltier than the blood running warm underneath, he rolls a strand of hair along the pads of his fingers. He let it wrap around his hand, enjoying the feel of dark strands gliding from his hold.

It’d be so easy.

He moved closer. There was no flinching at his touch as she chose to inch closer with closed eyes and wet lashes. No movement to wake, as he nuzzles at the crook of her neck, the pulse beating in steady staccato.

It’s only when she reaches for him, hands in wanton search for that cool touch under the thick covers, clutching at the hand that left too fleetingly - that he blinks. Eyes wide open as they drink in alien surroundings, taking in the foreign touch and flinching away in a flurry of lost embarrassment.

‘What am I doing?’

Shutting the translated book, Seongwu stretched his arms up in attempt to lessen the ache beginning to develop at the back of his shoulders. His sleeping patterns these days seemed to have a mind of its own, so he’d turned to reading to try and take his mind off things.

One book led to another, and before long, he’d ploughed through all the vampire fiction available in the school library, a part of the non-magical studies corner.

It had been amusing at first when Daniel suggested the idea - ‘don’t you want to know what the humans think of you?’- and being a lover of books and poetry, a no brainer as a way to take his mind off things.

But soon, he found himself falling deep into the rabbit hole and wondering when vampire fiction had begun to stray further and further from the truth.

Dracula started the craze; and it was admittedly truthful – at least, it was at the time it was written – though a little too dark for his taste personally, and he’d side-eyed Minhyun for having it readily available in their room.

Interview with a Vampire was of his parent’s generation. Romantic at heart, and so unapologetically gothic. Yet, it wasn’t until the recent years that he learned to appreciate this gem.

Because, contrary to popular belief, vampires did age (at least… up until a certain point, at which, growth was drastically abated); and being a child of the 90s, he grew up at the cusp of Buffy the Vampire Slayer ending, with a new trump on the scene.

Twilight. That was the commercial poster success of vampire fiction for kids his age.

Sparkly creatures. As if a fairy had cut off its wings and been fed the same bloody diet. He wondered how Yoonmi-ssaem would feel about letting him babysit her first-born. A sanguivorous diet may not be all that bad… Kids needed a lot of protein.

While much of what was known about them was subject to the seasoning of human authors, Seongwu couldn’t understand how little was accurate when the humans had been so alarmingly accurate in the olden days.

Was it due to the rise of more magical species of similar abilities misleading them? The lack of clear governance between the realms? Or precisely because there was so much on them – both fact and fiction – that the truth had become lost somewhere in the middle?

The boy was just grateful that the successful franchises always left one thing untouched – his race was consistently gorgeous.

Sinfully good-looking night dwellers. Of course, it was a marketing technique to make money. He’s seen his share of ugly uncles. But it doesn’t mean that the humans needed to know.

Tilting his head to the side in attempt to relieve the strain from another sleepless night, he let his gaze fall to the side, dark lashes catching the last remnants of sunlight reflected off the window.

He knew his instincts would never lie to him. Not when the sun was drowning at dusk.

Seongwu sighed.

“Just come out.” Eyes downcast, tired and lax figure making him seem as if he’s napping, if not for his words. Lips curling into a smirk as he confirms earlier suspicions. “I can smell you.”

His senses were dimmed during the day, his sight limited to a few meters in front, and his hearing annoyingly selective, worse of all – his sense of taste and smell – dulled to near naught – barely in existence. But at night… Everything he gives up for comes back at once.

Vampires were the perfect example of magical energy exchange – as with all energy, nothing ever lost. Only transferred and exchanged. And always in balance. Day and Night. Good and Evil. Yin and Yang.

Taking off his glasses, Seongwu rubbed his temples in mock annoyance when he hears the sharp intake of breath, but no movement. Still frozen at the same spot. He’d wanted to sound hostile, dubious, but he’s not quite sure it’s worked given how he can’t sense any fear. Something about the hidden figure is affecting him.

They smell floral. Heady. Familiar. It’s jammy sweetness, and rich as wine. All at once.

He’s a freshly laundered linen, clean bedsheets, and cotton woods type of guy. His mother always called him a shower on a summer’s night.

Not this. Whatever this was.

It rubbed him in all the wrong ways. Grated at his nerves, and messed with his senses terribly. But he couldn’t get enough. Can’t get enough.

He knows the scent. But from where?

You held your breath. It’s obvious that there was no point hiding, but the fluorescent lights should mean that - unless you were a step too slow – he shouldn’t have seen you.

Turning to peek at the vampire, he didn’t seem angry or annoyed. But he did seem curious as to why you were currently hiding - if the tilt of his head your way was anything to go by.

It’d be a lie to say that you hadn’t been looking at him. Mind embarrassingly blank at the sight of him. Given how often you see him, you really shouldn’t be affected, but you still are.

Seongwu’s handsome, and his tall body is all lean muscle and taut lines, but from where you were, you couldn’t help but notice how small he manages to make himself, hunched over whatever he’s focused on. The way he’s able to put all his focus on something.

And he looks different too. Never have you seen Seongwu – neat, put-together, pretty-much-royalty, comma haired, and tight-uniform-immaculately-in-place-everyday-Seongwu look like this. Hair slightly mussed up from the way his hands have been threading through it, playing with the dark un-styled strands, his lips glistening a little - wet from absent-minded nibbling – hiding his fangs.

Pivoting around so that your back was no longer leant against the bookshelf – you straightened the papers in hand and walked to where he sat. Printer-warmed sheets now stale to the touch.

Knees buckling slightly - walking on such loosely tufted wool carpeting after having stood so stiffly made it hard to balance - and you fidgeted with the edges of the sheets to distract yourself, straightening the edges to line in perfection.

“You weren’t in class today. Cheetah-ssaem said to pass these on to you.” The cat demon was known to have a soft spot for him, so it came to no one’s surprise that she’d rather someone hand him notes instead of asking him to drop by her office if he was feeling unwell.

Or ‘seemingly unwell’.

Because upon closer inspection- he looked to be fine. If maybe a tad bit tired. But who wasn’t at this point of the year? Tousled hair and dark circles on pale skin. You weren’t even sure if it really was tiredness, or if it was just the normal traits of his kind.

“Thanks.”

“Welcome,” dropping the notes on the table, you scan over the vampire fiction skeptically.

Maybe reading human fiction about his kind gave him a sense of ironic humour? Perhaps he really was ill?

“Are you feeling any better?”

“I’m alright. Could be better.” He turns his body towards you, and up close, the dark circles do seem more prominent – almost hollowed bruising under the shadows of his eye bags. In contrast - making his eyes shine even more brilliantly under the dim light.

“Thanks for asking though. And…” You looked down to avoid the way he scanned over you. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah?” Blinking in surprise, you supposed you were. Was any reason to his worry? Did you look particularly drained? Was he even worried? The workload must’ve finally taken its toll on you as well.

“Good.” He nods to himself more than anything. As if he’d simply been confirming a fact he’d already known… or looking for an anomaly.

I really must be tired… He’s just asking out of politeness.

Seongwu was known to need time to warm up to people. The way he carries himself … Aloof and careful down the hallways, but cracking up in toothy (or is it fanged?) smiles and loud chuckles near his (equally famous) dormmates. There was no reason for him to suddenly be interested in your well-being.

“Is it the moon cycle?” If it was, what a bother it must be. Your race wasn’t really affected by such things, but you knew vampires rarely had trouble seeking out sleep. “Is that why you’ve been missing classes?”

Seongwu pursed his lips as he looks up at you from where’s he sat. Tutting, fingers drumming over the hard cover.

“Is it obvious?” He asked, hating to think that it was now taking a physical toll on him. If there was one thing he took pride in, it was his appearance.

“Well, yeah. You’re probably the only person I know who hasn’t drowsed off in that chair.” The old armchair was notorious for being the worst seat if one had to study. Cursed by some old senior when they fell asleep on it and missed an exam. Misery loved company.

“Is that all?” Seongwu’s vaguely amused, as if thinking that no weak cursed chair could affect him anyway. To each their own – you weren’t lining up to give it a try. Especially not after what happened at your last curse breaking exam.

“I guess you look different in a way as well?” Like he needs a good snuggle. “Like… you’re kinda drowning in your current sweater-“

You gesture at the soft knit. Much more comfortable looking than your own uniform. A great deal more casual than anything you’ve ever seen Seongwu in. Less stiff. Less militant.

It doesn’t cross your mind to say that it’s different because he’s wearing something that doesn’t remind others of his rank.

“And you’ve been blinking really hard. Like your eyes are strained. And your face…” Seongwu’s head cocked slightly to the side. Blinking as if to make a point. Like a kitten.

Cute.

The kind of cute that he shouldn’t be allowed to exude because Seongwu carried himself like he’s one of the demigods, when in truth he was just another pompous blue-blood, but he’s just-

Really soft.

Your mind fails you momentarily. Blushing when he stares back unashamedly. Waiting for you.

”It’s slightly puffy.” Your hands fly up to the sides of your face to try and imitate what you think ‘puffy’ might look like. No point hiding what he already knew.

On a more serious note…

“You look tired.”

The words spill out as a garbled mess. You hope he doesn’t mind, your diction isn’t normally so embarrassing. And you knew that a few of the older clans had pet peeves for these things.

“Thanks.” He snorted at the serious look on your face. Seongwu rolls his eyes, but he did feel better, to think that you noticed these things.

And the scent – he could grudgingly admit - was comforting. The strings that had tied around his head so tightly – loosened, strangely dampened at your closer distance despite how it had stung at him earlier.

“I mean- you still look good though! Very good! Don’t worry! Kinda messy, but like - purposefully. Like you just rolled out of bed!”

That was a compliment, right? That was surely the look that people that take bed selcas went for. And Seongwu took them! You’ve seen his Instagram!

“You’re not going to keep going?”

“Your ego doesn’t need to hear anymore!”

If he kept leading you to talk, it’d almost seem like he wanted to keep you around.

Noticing the chesire grin on his face - you pout, a look that he mockingly imitates – so you squint, and he squints back.

But Seongwu’s still smiling, so he just looks funny, which causes you to laugh too; and the next thing you know, you’re tumbling. Doubling down, Seongwu pulling you over.

Ha, Seongwu could’ve cackled – full on 90’s kids-superhero-movie-villain type of cackled - at how easy it’d been to verify his theory.

He didn’t really want to think about the repercussions if he were to be misguided, but he’d been half prepared to start groveling and apologizing and blaming his current state of craziness on some exotic vampire illness if he’d got the wrong person.

But what he felt was right. Whatever had hold around his head loosened, and the pressing over his ears were gone.

It felt good to have you close. Close enough that he could almost taste the sweetness under your skin. Everything feels real. As if nothing did before. Everything’s clearer. Less cluttered.

He wonders if he’s experiencing a sensory overload.

“But I want to hear more.”

He says, but all you hear is the wild beating of your heart. It’s going so quick, you can feel it knocking at your ribs, the tingling of blood rushing up to your face ticklish as your breathing slows.

Maybe it’s the sudden wash of oxygen, but you feel slightly lightheaded. Floating and drifting.

You’re normally good with words. Never not having anything to say. It should be easy. Yet it wasn’t. Because he was messing with everything.

There’s no way Seongwu doesn’t know what he’s doing to you.

Leaning back from his hold, you search for any signs of the sugar-rush delirium you’re feeling. But he looks perfectly at home with the current turn of events. In fact, Seongwu looks overly comfortable, slightly smug, and amused while playing with the ends of his bangs.

Your hands kinda, maybe, really want to wipe that smirk off his face.

“You don’t always get what you want.”

There isn’t even time to be proud of your comeback (at least, you’d intended it to be), since it applied to you too.

If anything, the boy looks even more determined to keep on bothering you, tongue tracing the edges of his fangs as if to remind you that – hey, I have fangs, so if you punch my very good-looking, statue-like face you might scratch your hand – and that, he did have a very very good-looking face. Damn him.

A buzz resounds from the table that traps you against Seongwu in a weird, contorted angle, and you turn – extorting maximum amount of effort from your poor back - to look at his abandoned phone – about to say something. Anything else would be better than the awkward silence that’s settled.

But instead all that comes out is an even more awkward ‘uuhhh’ when he starts smiling at the slip up. All kitten lips and twinkly eyes and nose crinkles (what is actually going on???).

There’s no slow motion and sparkling background like the dramas and webtoons… it’s just awkward since Seongwu is still just staring (but also smiling now) – as if this is the funniest thing he’s seen since nuguseyo, and the constant pause-and-buzz action going on behind you does nothing to help relieve the situation.

You should really be creeped out and also, maybe mildly offended. Because wow, you’ve totally fallen for that “handsome-guy does douchey things but gets away with it because he’s handsome” troupe – but you can’t even bring yourself to be annoyed since Seongwu looks freakishly happy for some reason.

He just seemed… content.

And seeing him look happier also makes you feel good. And warm inside.

But that isn’t the point. Point was - he’s already sick (or tired? Very very tired. Just not well enough to attend classes), and you were being nice because of that. And he wasn’t doing more than hugging you? Half hugging?

Maybe he was just stressed, and all the poor guy needed was a hug.

If he’d looked like a sad kitten stuck in the rain earlier, now he looks like a kitten that’s been fed warm milk and just wants a nap. Sated. And, oh - look how dark it is outside - you really, probably, should stop with the kitten comparisons before you start melting into a pile of mush- -

By now, you’re making a conscious effort to let your eyes drift anywhere but him. rubbing your lips together to spread what remains of your lip balm when the phone buzzes again. More messages coming in.

It was almost curfew. His dorm was probably looking for him before the maglocks activated.

“Ignore it.”

Seongwu says to get your attention back at him. Stretching his neck to nuzzle at the palm of the hand you raised to point at the phone. Senses dull and awake in response to the fragrant warmth.

Taking your hand back, your fists clenched, willing shudders to subside as you slip in the hole that formed between his arms and the table, opting to support yourself on the chair.

“Okay.”

Vampires were instinctively predators. Maybe Seongwu is also the type that lets go when prey stops struggling. (You wish your heart would also stop struggling to keep a steady pace too).

“Is this alright?”

“Is this… what?”

“Is this alright? Can we stay like this for a moment?” Seongwu closes his eyes, inhaling. “Just a moment.”

Nodding, you let your arms rest on either side of him, elbows digging into the couch to keep you from falling flush against him.

It was obvious that as strange as this was, he was in no state to hurt you, and whatever Seongwu was suffering from seemed to have found temporary relief.

Feeling you lean in, pulse steadying, eyes flashing the same shade of dark red to match his own - a clear sign that the strings of fate were somehow involved between the two of you. He hasn’t quite grasped why you’re putting up with him. How long would you let him stay this way? To what extent?

Does she feel the same?

If he’d known how soft hearted you were, he’d have to keep an eye out for you earlier. Seongwu let his eyes drift from the sharp chin and ruddy lips up to the dark lashes, thick enough to form a curtain over her eyes… It wasn’t too late to start now…

Echoes of the magically enhanced curtains shutting from the end of the hall cause you to look away distractedly whilst more lights and candles begin to flicker and flutter.

“Do you usually like to read?”

“Reading’s okay. I like poetry though.”

“I-“

“Like painting. I saw your watercolours the other day.” He thinks of the girl so intent on mixing the right shades of aqua and gray that she wastes half the lesson before starting to paint - while he sticks doodling black lines on paper.

“I was going to say that I like reading, as long as it’s not part of the curriculum.”

When he’s not busy pretending to be the most important person in the room, you guess Seongwu was nice. There’s an easy-going streak to him. And despite having pegged him as the type to enjoy dark humour and sarcasm, it seems like slapstick and hyperbolic parodies were more of his turf.

Then in a true case of awkward timing - a yawn escapes to break the supine pattern of low mumbles and slow breaths, the comfortable conversation you’d fallen into – as if reminding the two of you that the locks were definitely going to be switched on soon; and you’d have laughed at Seongwu’s instantaneous reaction to throw you off him if not for the worry evident over his handsome features while you try to re-balance yourself.

Your hands fly to the nearest offer of support – which in this case – end up being Seongwu’s shoulders (kinda bony, you make note of absently), as his hands come around your waist help to lift you off. Settling you on the ground again.

Huh? From being haughty to friendly, cuddling to leaving, everything seemed to be going at his designated pace.

“Shall I walk you back?” Collecting the papers, he looks to the entrance, books floating back to their original spaces on the shelf as his gaze narrows at the darkening sky.

“Uh… No. No. I’ll be fine to go back myself. I think.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you? It’s getting dark and your place is far.”

It doesn’t strike you to think how Seongwu knows where you stay. Nor does Seongwu seem to think too much of how he knows. All you notice is the almost guilty look on his face. Wearing his features down further. And when he blinks – again – as if readjusting his sight. It’s like he’s straining.

In truth, you think, Seongwu’s the one you should be walking back in that state.

“I’ll be fine. You go back and have an early night. See you in class tomorrow?”

“I’ll try to make it.”

He doesn’t.

It’s clearer that night, as if mist had cleared amidst the dawn’s arrival, Seongwu supposes it has in a way; and it’s with knowledge of his destination that he heads out, more aware of his surroundings and the security cameras at every turn. Mind is only half awake, body taking the reins once again.

His consciousness is very much present, and he wills himself to travel faster, stealthily drift towards the figure that kept haunting him at night. Body remembering its way as it drifts through the halls.

This time, however, he pauses at the door.

Takes his time to pick up the whoosh of air escaping your pillow, of the duvet sliding off your limp body, and the barely-there sighs of slumber as you toss and turn.

Seongwu blames this stupid primary-school-stalking-his-crush behaviour on natural instincts. And the watching-her-sleep part largely on reading Twilight.

It’s strikingly familiar regressing the room, once again occupied by the young winter’s first breaths of midnight chill. A cause for the soft duvets and blackened-wick candles spread atop the coffee table he’d neglected to noticed on previous visits.

Seongwu isn’t even able to muster surprise when he finally sees his sleeping beauty for the first time.

It’s her. Of course, it’s her.

He’d known the moment you stepped out the library that night. There was no way you could’ve seemed so familiar. Intimate.

You’d been more effective than valium, and more addictive than opium. Becoming this form of cacoethes to bother him night after sleepless night.

Just one taste.

Pliant and trusting, leaning towards his warmth as he sat by your side - he could picture it – how easy it’d be to mark you. Behind each nibble of flesh under his teeth, a bud of pink would bloom. Then if you let him, he’d indulge in more – and each bite would blossom fragrant petals of red.

Seongwu’s biting so damn hard on his own lips - just to hold back from biting something else - that its strange to think that he isn’t bleeding when its usually so easy to draw blood with a scrape of his fangs.

One taste. And it’ll all stop.

Rubbing his sideburns now, really making an effort to not lose concentration, dragging it up with his fingertips until he feels the slight burn, he’s sure that whatever control he has won’t last any longer –

Seongwu widens his jaw carefully, the slow motion usually causing his jaw bone to crack as he widens his mouth to let his fangs fully form. Letting the cool ivory graze upon the pulse point. He could already tell that it’d be delicious from the scent.

The fangs are cool metal on warm skin, and from the way you squirm away slightly, he can tell that your neck’s ticklish. How cute.

When the first signs of red begin to leak from the small incision he’s made, Seongwu tentatively laps at the blood. Sweet and fragrant don’t even begin to describe it after so many nights. This was the blood he’s been looking for.

Shifting to the side to try and rid of the ticklish sensation, you seem to be having the strangest dream. There’s trickling water down your neck and a dark shadow by your side. Yet despite their hidden silhouette and presence, you don’t feel fear.

Just the need to see them. Know them.

In the dim light of your room, your blurry eyes seem to have painted a mop of black hair and pale skin, a smattering of colour over his lips, with thin wrists and beautiful hands… ones you recognize.

“… Seongwu?” Your dreams seem to have formed a constellation in his image. “Is that you?”

“... y/n?” Pulling away, his hands remained between your head and the pillow.

“Why are you here?”

Was it fair to ask a figment of your imagination why they were there? One who wore Seongwu’s face because your mind unconsciously wanted it so? To listen to words you wanted to hear spoken by Seongwu’s images? And hope to hear that he was here for you?

Proof that he also felt the same pull you did.

Seongwu stood in place, studying the dazed look in your eyes. You certainly seemed to be awake instead of sleep talking, but too calm to think him a threat despite the drawn blood.

He’s the one that wants an explanation. A reason for you to keep on bothering his thoughts, but not while you’re still in a state of confusion. Subtly intoxicated with vampire venom.

“Your blood called me.” He whispers. Raspy. His throat is dry. Thirsting for more.

Draping his hand over your eyes, Seongwu closes his fingers over your temple firmly, another hand supporting the back of your neck to lay you back on the bed. Willing for control and power as his hands begin to glow.

For now, he’d lay you down on a throne of pillows, make you feel like royalty. Seongwu hoped that in the future, perhaps you’d find it in your graces to allow him another taste.

“Forget the night.”

Dorm arrest is fun, Seongwu mused, now with a proper reason to stay away from classes.

But it’d be a lot more tolerable if the others stopped making fun said dorm arrest.

And if they alone in his misery instead of bringing their lunches over because Minhyun was going to murder him if any crumbs fell on their carpet.

“What was it again? You felt her or something? That’s how you know she’s your soulmate.?”

Not feel, but more like – sensed. Some type of magnetic forcefield sci-fi shit he couldn’t explain. But that sound too corny, so Seongwu changed his approach-

“I just seem to smell her everywhere.”

“Normal people tend to say that they see them everywhere when they like someone, hyung.” Guanlin offered, gently, as if trying to gauge whether it was a cultural difference thing. But nevertheless, worried about his senior. “Is it the lack of sleep? Do you want me to ask Daehwi to brew you a sleeping draught?”

“Don’t worry so much.” Sungwoon laughed at the scandalized look on Seongwu’s face after hearing what the maknae had to say. “Ongcheongie isn’t exactly normal.”

“Love makes you blind, hyung.” Woojin adds in between mouthfuls of food while Jihoon nods absently, already used to simply agreeing with whatever his same aged friend had to say whenever they had (loud) group discussions as long as it didn’t affect him and the fried chicken in front of him. “Maybe that’s why you smell her.”

For members of a four-legged race in the pack, it was norm to primarily locate mates through their scents. Was there a point in worrying over something like this? Once again, Seongwu was overreacting.

“Ongie-hyung’s as blind as a bat!” Daniel adds cheekily, prodding fun at his similarly blood-feeding friends, before bursting out in laughter over his own joke. Repeating the word ‘bat’ at himself and giggling each time, only pausing in between his laughs to take a bite of his burger.

“At least I’m not a big puppy that likes to pretend to be a cat!”

“Yah!”

Sulking, Seongwu folded his arms in front of him to lean on, pushing his chin onto his wrist until his lips formed a pout. “And I’m not in love.”

“Right.” Guanlin nodded in disbelief, evaluating the current situation. For such a hopeless romantic, he’d thought that Seongwu would be happier finding his soulmate. “Is she giving you a hard time? Does she not like you back?”

“Uhhh….”

‘Did she not like him back?’

Who wouldn’t like him back? Seongwu paused, thinking of the best way to explain without making him seem like an idiot.

“I might’ve tried to wipe out her memories.”

“HYUNG!” The lower classmen shout at him in chorus while he defends himself.

There were so many reasons why he had to do that!

For one, he could’ve got expelled for sneaking into the girl’s dorms (Daniel snickered at that); and two, if he wasn’t expelled for that – he could’ve been stuck with a permanent record if he suddenly lost control of his appetite and fed too gluttonously (‘But you didn’t, and I know you won’t,’ Sungwoon reassures).

“The fact that you’re Minhyun-hyung’s second-in-command makes me worry about the future.”

“Ahhh, hyung!” Even the maknae looked disappointed in him.

“You’re on your own.” Jihoon decides halfway through his chicken (and by proxy, his explanation). “I’m not involving myself in some idiot-hyung’s love life., or lack of.” He took one last bite to finish off his meal, reminding Seongwu of his own – untouched – food. “It might give me indigestion.”

“Demon!”

The demon only raises an eyebrow, pretty face hiding his evil intentions (evil evil eeeevvvvviiiiilll, Seongwu chants). “Was I supposed to be offended?”

“And I already said I’m not in love!” He sighed. Burying his head under his arms now. “I’m just. Maybe. In like or something.”

“In like.” Daniel repeats, nose scrunching in attempt to hold back his laughter.

He loved his hyung. Really, he did. Ride or die, brothers under oath, travel all three realms and back type of thing, but the things that came out of his mouth sometimes-

Daniel scrunched his nose.

“Don’t.” Ong warned. “Don’t laugh.”

“Too late.” Sungwoon bursts out in laughter with the rest of the table following. “So what do you plan to do now? It’s not like you can get those memories back after wiping them off.”

Seongwu opened his mouth, but closed it again when he realizes that – yes, indeed – while doable, it was risky considering he had no reigns over the amount of time he could give back to you.

Spots of memory were even more dangerous than a clean slate. Especially when you were in the advantageous state for memory manipulation, being half-awake.

“And you’re under dorm arrest now that you were caught outside after dark.” Woojin pointed out. Unhelpfully, might Seongwu add. “So, no more midnight stalker visits to knock her off her feet, maybe you should-”

Ears twitching at the sound of someone else about to enter the dorm with food, Woojin and Daniel stood abruptly to race each other to the door, ignoring Seongwu’s cries of ‘so what should I doooooo?’

When the door opens, it’s not who you expect.

You’d expected Ong Seongwu whose been bothering your dreams ever since that night in the library. Ong Seongwu whose hands gently comb through the knots of your hair, fingers sweeping along your neck in those dreams. And Ong Seongwu who made your heart race whenever the thought of him enters your mind.

But instead of the vampire, it’s crown prince, Hwang Minhyun looking down at you blankly.

Not ‘looking down’ as if you were a peasant (even though, that’s exactly how Hwang Minhyun – and by extension, Seongwu had initially made you feel), but because you kind of shrink into their front carpet under his calculating gaze. As if he’s looking for a third eye or something.

You knew that Seongwu shared a room with the gumiho since it was one of the many strange conditions the royal family had set for ‘security reasons’ in order to keep the general and advisor close to the future emperor; but whilst seeing Seongwu out of uniform made you want to take care and coddle him – seeing Minhyun in his casual wear made you want to cower away.

It wasn’t the way the carried themselves, or the glowing aura that always seemed to exude from the dorm 101 boys… but just a feeling, inside. None of the comfortable familiarity you found synonymous Seongwu is there.

“If you’re looking for Seongwu, he’s not in.”

“But he’s ill!”

He shouldn’t be going out in his state… Peeking through the door, you can see that it’s indeed dark in the room.

“Yes. Seongwu’s very ill.” The fox repeats in the empty room.

“I brought some iron tablets with me and the notes from today’s lesson. He’ll need them since they’re probably gonna show up in the test-“ next Saturday, you want to say. But catch yourself when you notice the amused look Minhyun is wearing.

There was no reason you had to explain to him when it was Seongwu you wanted to speak to!

“You should come back tomorrow.”

Nodding, you’re about to ask to pass the things over him instead, but quickly catch yourself before you make any more attempts to ask a member of the monarch for favours.

“I mean… If I may bother you again so….”

Minhyun laughs at this point, unable to hold the poker face any further when he sees how uncomfortable you look.

“Don’t worry, I probably won’t be in since I have a full day tomorrow.”

He looks to your right as if signalling for you to make a move on, and as you’re making your turn, the door shuts as abruptly as it opened. Lock loudly clicking in place.

“Ongie!”

Ongie! You blushed, hearing such a cute nickname, while your jaw dropped with the knowledge that he was inside. Liars!

“You can’t just hide at the back of the room. It’s not going to fix anything.”

“Nothing will fix it! Unless-” Seongwu whined, last words mumbled into the pillow he was beating in annoyance. “You don’t understand!”

“Evidently.” Rolling his eyes, Minhyun slid the pillow out of Seongwu’s grasp.

“But I can’t even control it. We’ve locked everything and even put a shifting charm on this place. You know I can’t risk altering the room too much in case we catch their attention.”

“Just speak to her. I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“How~?” He dragged the syllable out, wrapping the duvet over himself now that the pillow was gone. “Hi, it’s Seongwu, and hypothetically I may have been visiting you at night. You also seemed to like me the last time we met but you just don’t remember it?”

“Be serious.” Minhyun chided. Knowing that Seongwu defense mechanism was sarcasm when cornered.

“Should I just keep wiping out her memory?”

“I think the idea is to stop doing that.”

Summoning your strength, you grab the door handle and force it open, feeling the mechanics loosen under your touch momentarily. Authority be damned.

Neither of the boys looking too surprised at your entrance.

“Stop what?”

What did you say you’d been doing?

“Why are you still here?” Seongwu asks as if that’s the only thing on his mind when he should – in your opinion – be a lot more worried depending on how he answers your question.

Now was not the time for him to be curious.

“Go.” Minhyun says, and you note that there’s definitely something different in his tone from before. The authority, the latent power from his royal blood affecting the magic that runs in your veins.

Seongwu’s unmoving. Eyes shifting from Minhyun to you.

“No, you two were talking about me. I have no reason to leave. Not unless Seongwu comes with me.”

You needed answers.

The gumiho stands between the both of you, tension pulling back and forth, shaking his head as he takes leave.

But not before looking back at Seongwu as if asking for silent confirmation that he can handle this- you- as if you were some form of political coup practice question, while Seongwu and you stand in stalemate.

You don’t know whether to be honoured or offended.

��What have you done to me?”

Why do I dream of you, Ong Seongwu?

“Nothing.”

lies lies lies lies lies

Why has he taken over your mind, and made your blood boil in anticipation... for what you don’t know - if there’s nothing?

“You should stay away from me.”

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

For someone whose been so adamant of avoiding you, despite what he says, he’s not doing much to stop you from getting closer.

“Why?” You challenge, he may be able to use that haughty tone of his easily around here, but not with you. “Under the Peace Treaty you can’t do anything to me during the day.”

Or more accurately. Between daybreak and sundown.

The more powerful the race, the stricter the regulations and restrictions, and the harsher the punishments.

As a vampire - Seongwu wouldn’t even be able to lay a finger on you while the sun is up, lest he accidentally cut skin. Drawing blood without the donor’s consent was prohibited. Punishable by expulsion. And a record.

Seongwu glanced back into his room, well aware of the law, as the umbrage of the autumn foliage masks shadows in his room.

Internally, he gave himself a pat on the back for good timing as a smirk creeps onto his face – damn him and his good-looking face –

“But we’ve only seen each other after sun-down, haven’t we?”

Heat rose to your face – as Seongwu reaches to touch, his skin cold against yours.

“What-?“

Stroking the side of your cheek, he can feel every movement of blood that rushes to meet his touch. And he’s mesmerised by his image reflected in your eyes. The way you look straight at him.

Stupid girl, he thought. So trusting, so unprotected. Guess he’ll just have to be the one taking care of you now till you find someone better.

Which you won’t. Because he’ll make sure to treat you the best. Cherish you until the only things between the two of you were warm promises and pretty tones. The only mistreatment he’d let you suffer was him holding your hand too tight. And maybe some neck nibbles.

Seongwu resisted the urge to bare his fangs, body remembering the taste it craved.

“Your blood called me.”

“How do you know about…”

It wasn’t a dream?

Seongwu cocked his head to the side, reminiscent of the time you met in the library.

“Question is. How do you remember?”

Was it the effects of you being his soulmate? Did it mean that his abilities didn’t work on you?

He must feel as nervous as you. You can feel the nervousness coming off as waves through you while your gaze traces the movement of his adam’s apple swallowing down the tension.

“You’re not scared?”

And you are. You’re scared of the connection you feel to him. The need to stay close and claim him as yours, the thought of smelling his shampoo in your bathroom and seeing his toothbrush next to yours. It scares you because you’re not usually fond of physical gestures – and yet, you want his arms wrapped around you.

You’re scared. But not of him.

“No. Should I be?”

“Very.” His hands wander up your sides, stilling behind your neck. Cradling. Pulling you towards him. “You taste too good.”

“And you wanna drink?” You ask. Knowing full well the answer. You’ve suffered too much thinking you’ve gone crazy with the amount of times you see him in your supposed ‘dreams’ lusting over your blood.

Locking your arms around him too. You lean close with the knowledge that he was nowise less attracted to you than you to him.

Two can play a game.

“Wanna do more than drink,” he mirrors, mumbling on your neck, addicted; eyes tightly shut, retreating into your warmth, drowning out his senses as the beating pulse calls out to him.

Lifting your hand - you slap him on his forehead, and his eyes snap open abruptly.

“What was that for?!”

“I expect payment if I’m going to be your blood bank.”

“You’re not-“ Seongwu pulls back, appalled that you’d refer to yourself as such. “You’re not my blood bank!”

“Well, technically. I’m not your anything yet.”

“What do you want?” He snaps. Hurriedly. Absently. He’s just saying things without thinking now. Too distracted by the sight of you becoming clearer in front of him as the night begins to cover the room in darker shades.

“What do I want? Are you sure you can give me anything I ask for?”

Yes, he can. If he can’t – he’ll find a way - so that he can. Anything for you.

“Yes!”

You didn’t expect the vampire to be… so placate. Seongwu just stands there accepting everything you had to say with a nod. Almost like a pet being reprimanded. Even you can’t deny the pull in you towards him, but a soul-bond shouldn’t affect him that much.

It’s kind of endearing seeing him lose control so completely.

“I don’t have anything I want right now.”

Seongwu has his thinking face on. The one you’ve marvelled over countless times upon during class whenever he attends. A hint of the lack of patience from before remains, but his craftiness has definitely been amped up.

Seems like sunset does apparently mean that he’s a lot more in control of himself…

“Then you’ll have me until you know what you want.”

{ epilogue }

“What are you doing tonight?”

Now more than ever, Seongwu loathes that they’re only allowed to feed without fear of being caught in the brief bracket between dinner and lights-out. Why were the dorms so freaking far apart?

It helped that his urge to feed had been satiated these last few days, but vampires were nocturnal creatures, and he’d much rather spend the night by your side.

He was well aware that there’s been an assignment you’ve been working on too. Which meant – in the words of Woojin - no midnight stalker visits, even though Daehwi could technically organize a portal for him, he shan’t bother you while you were working.

Such was his sad fate. Dating but alone. He sighed.

“I dunno. Sleeping. Maybe.”

“Shame.”

You’d just handed in your assignment earlier and saw that Seongwu had neglected coming into class again, and decided to indulge in just a little teasing.

Your cool response does nothing to placate him. If anything, it urges him to seek for your attention even more as his hands rest at your side, leaning in, and you let his fangs sweep along your nape.

“I thought - we might be seeing each other tonight.”

“Oh?” He pulls back, wide smile creeping onto his face, eyebrows wagging. Expression all too cocky for you to willingly cooperate.

Rolling your eyes, you lift up two fingers to flick his forehead away from your neck.

“In your dreams.” But despite the joking you do fall into his embrace easily, letting him breath in your scent, hands creeping from waist to the small of his back, pulling him flush.

Up close, you can see that his eyes are half lidded, pupils blown wide catching streaks of light; his lips slightly rosy from your lip gloss, and it really shouldn’t be allowed for him to look at you like this.

Sliding his lips against yours, Seongwu kisses as if trying the take the air from your lungs. Demanding as always. He kisses with arrogance because he knows he’s good.

There’s no reason he wouldn’t be when he’s already fallen so deep, and Seongwu only wants to fall deeper and deeper until there’s no return back to reality.

The way you make those small squeaks of surprise, but continue letting him hold you and pull him closer only makes him want more. To lose his mind to desire. As if you’re letting him whatever he wants, moving to accommodate the growing greed in him to keep you close.

And it’s maddening. It shouldn’t be allowed because Seongwu’s going crazy.

Gods, he thinks he can hear you holding back on whines. The gods were really out there playing with him, huh?

You’re clawing at him to bring him closer and panting under him, and for what? Seongwu’s already driven crazy just from your presence. Strung tight and overwrought. And so so crazy.

He shuddered at the noises you made. Noises you normally wouldn’t let him hear until sundown because they’re so faint and he wants to tell you to stop before he loses control even further, but there’s words dying at the tip of his tongue.

Why should you have to do anything else to push his senses into overdrive?

He wants you. Wants you so much he could monopolize everything and let his manipulative streak take over if need be.

Seongwu wants to devour and be devoured all at once. He wants everything.

“y/n?” Seongwu searched for your eyes; wanting to look at you. His equal. The one person that can calm the sunlight burning of his cold blood and relight it with fire. Wonders how he has it so perfect. How he managed to live so long without you.

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad it’s you.”

Sniffing the air, Minhyun sighed as he paced around the palace grounds, enjoying the lilting breeze characteristic of this time of the year.

Leaving the institute for the holiday was perhaps the most appropriate choice. He’d had enough of Seongwu’s pining to last a few decades. There was no need to surrender himself into listening to his roommate’s poetry-writing process for the ‘love of his immortal life’ if he could avoid it.

His roommate and confidante fancied himself to have a keen nose, yet it was nothing when compared to one of the four-legged clan’s.

None of the werewolves or fellow gumihos were going to let the vampire live when they smelt the new marking. He remembers scoffing at Seongwu’s plan to pretend to not know that the girl was still outside their door.

Speaking of scents… how strange it was that the peach blossoms trees were all pushed into full bloom…

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jbjsflower · 6 years ago

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Competition - Seongwoo x Reader

Pairing: Ong Seongwoo (WANNA ONE) x Reader

Warnings: smut

Genre: kinda angsty at first, enemies to lovers smut

Requested: Yes

A/N: Well this took me a while ‘cause I wasn’t really inspired to write smut (which I am now and I’m gonna write all the smut requests I can while it lasts) so here it is finally! Thank you for requesting, hope you like it~

- This situation is disgusting... - When will you realise that you are the only disgusting thing in this room?- you said, looking away from him. - Excuse me? You know you're trapped here too, right? It had barely been a few minutes since you realized that you couldn't open the door and you had already lost it. In your defense you had to say that it was your enemy you were trapped with. Ong Seongwoo, the "cool kid" that had everything and always felt the urge to rub his success in your face. You were so done with him. You had been trying to compete with him for years, but you never had a chance to win. Everyone had assumed that you would always occupy the second place, right behind Seongwoo. Everyone but you. You had been working on your photography project for weeks, you had the greatest idea ever and you wanted to make it perfect. Even though not many people signed in for the competition, the only person that mattered did. You felt like this was your chance to finally win the first place at something and defeat Seongwoo. So you always spent extra hours in school to edit the pictures you took. And surprise, so did Seongwoo. That became a competition as well, who could stay longer in the room without getting tired or going home. You had to proove you were better than him at something so you never gave up. It became pretty often for you to stay in the room every friday afternoon, and if it wasn't for Seongwoo you would be totally fine spending your free time like that. That brings us to the current situation: both of you being locked in the room with no idea how to get out. - Okay I'll just call someone and we can go out.- he said after a short silence. - Do you think I haven't thought of that, Sherlock? There's no service in here... With your few ideas being discarded, you decided to wait until someone passed by and scream for help right then. But after a couple of hours all your hopes started to vanish. Would you be trapped for the whole weekend? No way, you'd break a window and jump out first. - Why are you always so rude?- Seongwoo broke the silence. You couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous you found his question.- I'm totally serious, Y/N, what have I done that's so bad? - Do you really not know?- you asked, looking at him. He shook his head and you scoffed.- You have been showing off for years, always laughing at me being in second place, and you ask me why I'm rude? - I... I didn't think you'd take it personal, I'm like that to everyone. - Yeah that's the problem, you're an asshole. - Yeah I am, maybe that's why I don't understand why you're so mad.- Silence became heavier after he said that.- Look, Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would hurt you. - Then why did you do it?- you lifted your head and looked at him again. He sighed deeply. - I don't know... I didn't really know how to start a conversation with you. I just wanted us to be closer I guess. "How on earth would someone become close to a person that's been making them feel like shit for years?" you thought to yourself. You couldn't think of an answer to that. Maybe he was even more stupid than you had anticipated. - Y/N the truth is that I really like you. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm really sorry. - Forget it, we're fine.- you never thought you would be saying this to him, to the person who had become your worst nightmare. - Are we?- you could feel his eyes brightening up even without looking at him. - Yeah. You actually pushed me to the limit and made me work harder. Not in the best way maybe, but it worked. It became a motivation to surpass myself, I guess. You sat beside him, feeling his eyes on you. You finally dared to look at him after a while and damn, you had never noticed how cute he actually looked. Maybe the fact that you never saw him smiling plus your own anger didn't let you realise it before. In the blink of an eye you noticed you had unconciously pulled him closer to you and now only a few inches separated you from him. - You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this to happen.- he whispered against your lips. He placed his hand on your nape and brought you close enough to kiss you. His lips felt smooth, in contrast to the needy kiss you both shared. It wasn't long until you felt his tongue on your lips, like asking for permission to enter your mouth. The kiss became a new competition: who would take the lead. You gave in easily in this one, though, and Seongwoo's hands travelled down your spine, finding their place on your hips. The feeling of his firm grip gave you shivers. You could tell he liked your reaction when you felt him grin against your lips. Suddenly he took you and sat you on his lap, facing him, and kissed you again. His hands caressing your back under your shirt made your breath hitch and you could feel a familiar heat through your body. You began to rock your hips by instinct and Seongwoo's moans got muffled in your mouth. He thrusted up a few times and you swore you were going crazy. The heat got unbearable but you couldn't separate from him because you felt like you would loose your breath if he stopped. Soon both your clothes were on the floor and his hands were all over your body, still shaking and looking for release. Your moans and panting filled the thick air of the room. Your nails digging on his back as he kissed your neck. - I could do this for years.- he said, moving his hand towards your clothed core. - Fuck...- you moaned at the feeling of his warm fingers touching you. He smiled at your reaction. -Suddenly the idea of being trapped here doesn't seem so terrible, right?- he cooed.

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every1studio · 7 years ago

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REQUESTED: “mr teddy bear” [w1: jihoon]

genre: angst + fluff

ficstyle: bulletpoints

anon asked: “ Hello! In honor on I.P.U may I request a scenario with Park Jihoon when you two had broke up bc of his busy idol life, but tries to get you back with teddy bears? Some kind of angst with a fluff ending plz! Thank you~ “ [featuring SEONGWOO + Wanna One]

note: SORRY FOR THE WAIT / I do have a life outside of this so please understand if I don’t post as often as I should

“STOP BEING SELFISH!”

“I’M NOT ASKING FOR A LOT; I JUST DON’T WANT TO BE IGNORED!”

you and JIhoon were fighting once again...

both of you knew the consequences of dating

but at the time

you both were willing to take it

but this time

it was too much to handle

there were times where he acted like he didn’t know you or even acknowledged you

especially when other members would

you and Jihoon were fighting before he went to go shoot for a MV for “BOOMERANG”

everyone was watching the both of you but neither of them were going to but into a personal conversation; not even the members

“I’M NOT IGNORING YOU, AM I IGNORING YOU NOW?”

you scoffed in frustration

“YOU IGNORED ME FOR ONE WHOLE MONTH, I EVEN FORGOT WE WERE EVEN DATING UNTIL YOUR FAN ASKED ME IF WE WERE STILL DATING? WHAT IS THAT?”

he rolled his eyes back

“you need other people’s opinion to see if we’re still dating?”

you were so fed up with his attitude

“no I don’t”

you stood up and struggled to take your guys’ couple ring off

“ya...what are you doing right now? don’t do it..”

he was getting even more annoyed at this point

you threw the ring at him

the studio echoed of your ring spinning on the ground

“I just needed your opinion in our relationship... but I guess that’s asking for too much..I’m done..”

you flailed your arms in the arm; pointing as you were on the verge of tears

“I’m done with this....”

you gave him one last hurtful look

“I’m done with you..”

you stormed off

you felt his fingers graze your wrist

SLAP

but you turned around and slapped it away

“I’m doing you a favor... so do me one.. don’t talk to me again...”

SLAM

the sound of the heavy door echos

Seongwoo, your childhood friend, looked at Jihoon before running after you

Daehwi reaches out to Jihoon

“hey-”

“DON’T TOUCH ME..”

Jihoon storms off to get his solo shot done

using work as an excuse to cool off his head

but then again...work was the reason why this happened

“Y/N!!”‘

Seongwoo runs after you

you stopped in your tracks but you didn’t reply to him

he sees your shaking back as a sign that you were crying

Seongwoo turns you around

“hey now...”

he wipes your tears from your face

Seongwoo was always there for you.. regardless of who his friends were, he always came to you first

you always thought that it was because you’ve been friends with him longer and he knows how sensitive and fragile you were

even though you acted tough

but in all honesty.. it was because all this time.. he loved you

even when you were dating his closest friends

he sat you down in a bench near by

he let you cry your heart out

you didn’t have to worry about crying in front of anyone else but him

“why do you keep doing this to yourself y/n..”

Seongwoo tucks your hair behind your ears

you didn’t reply to him

you wanted to ignore what he said.. as you were filled with regret and emptiness

there was an emptiness on your right index finger that you didn’t like

the token of Jihoon’s love was gone

“thanks Seongwoo.. I’ll... be fine...”

as you were getting up to leave, you felt a light grip on your hand

“if..if you need anything else... I’ll be here..”

you tried your best to smile at him as you left

Seongwoo goes back to the filming area as Jihoon bursts the door opened

“where’s y/n..”

“she left..”

Jihoon tries to run past Seongwoo but Seongwoo pushes him back into the building

“leave her alone, she doesn’t want to see your face...”

Seongwoo gives Jihoon an icy glare

but Jihoon doesn’t budge

“don’t make me repeat myself.. dongsaeng...”

JIhoon’s knuckles turn white and exhales sharply before he stomps back into the building

A FEW DAYS PASSED

Jihoon felt worse and worse as time went on

he realized how much he neglected you

how much he ignored you

and

how much he missed you

especially after seeing an article about the questioning of the break-up between you two

he knocks at Seongwoo’s door

creakk

“what do you want?”

Jihoon shuffles his feet back and forth

“I..I wanna apologize to y/n....I’ve been...I’ve been a real asshole...she deserves better...but..I want a second chance..”

Seongwoo looks at Jihoon’s phone as he sees the article on his phone

“a second chance after seeing a news article? honestly... do you even think you deserve a second chance?”

Jihoon hangs his head low

but doesn’t say anything

Seongwoo sighs deeply

seeing you upset was already bad enough

but seeing his teammate just as broken..

made him feel helpless to the both of you

“I’ll help you...”

Jihoon looks up happily

Seongwoo grips Jihoon’s shoulder tightly; with a little too much force

“if you ever..EVER.. hurt y/n like that again... I’ll leave this group just to kick your ass.. you got it?”

JIhoon nods; agreeing with what Seongwoo said

di-ding

you got a text from Seongwoo

“how’ve you been? let’s go to xxx cafe”

you smiled

(at least someone checks up on me more often than not..)

you got ready

sporting a high messy ponytail, black leggings, an oversized white tee and checkered slip ons

you went to xxx cafe but it was empty

the cafe was cozy; it had fairy lights everywhere

“maybe he’s not here yet...”

the barista led you to a table next to a gigantic teddy bear that was sitting in the corner

she also brought out a drink without even asking you

“I didn’t order anything yet...”

she smiled

“it’s on the house...”

she bowed and walked into the back of the store

there Seongwoo was watching you and giving the barista a fist bump

you smiled at your drink

it was a favorite of yours and Jihoon

“a simple cup of mocha with lots of whipped cream, huh...”

you took out your phone and snapped a picture of the drink with the teddy bear in the background

typing in a caption as you read it out at the same time..

“moments like these...are moments that I miss you the most...”

“REALLY?”

you fell out of your chair

eyes widened as you were staring at the standing bear

you grabbed your chair and raised it the defend yourself

“WA-WAIT!! CAN YOU PUT THE CHAIR DOWN!!”

you looked around for the barista but she wasn’t there

Seongwoo and the barista were trying so hard not to laugh

“WHAT DO YOU WANT”

the bear stuck his arms out

“JUST LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY”

you put down the chair but you didn’t let it go

“I...I can’t have you look at my face right now..but ..y/n..I’m so sorry...”

at this point you realized that it was Jihoon

you sighed as you turned to leave

you didn’t want to deal with this

but you felt a warm and fuzzy pair of stubby arms hug you from behind

“I neglected you...I ignored you...I was stressed and I took it out on you....but honestly...at the end of the day, you were always there for me... and I never took it into consideration...”

you slowly turned around to face the bear

“y/n...am I worthy enough for a second chance to prove to you..that I can actually treat you right...?”

you knew how hard his life was...but all you wanted was a little recognition from him that he knew that you were there for him

you pouted..not wanting to fall for his current appearance..and his hard efforts

“promise me.. that you’ll be a better version than your old self?”

he stretches his arms out

“aren’t I already a better version of myself...”

you looked at him; unamused

“haha. beary cute. no but seriously, JIhoon...”

he takes off the top of the bear costume

you could tell he’d been crying and stress-eating

his face was red and bloated and his eyes were all puffy

“i’m serious, y/n, with all of my heart, soul and body.. I could never be anymore serious than I am now..”

you smiled

“you’re lucky that I’m a fool for you...”

he shimmies out of the costume and gives you a little teddy bear

you saw that the bear was wearing your ring, that was attached to a string, around it’s neck

“mr. teddy bear says that you should drink your mocha soon before it gets cold..”

you pecked him on the cheek

“more like, mr. teddy bear is telling me that Jihoon wants my mocha but is telling me to drink it before he does..”

Jihoon pouts

“well.. you’re not wrong...”

he dashes over to your drink and you chase after him

with that Seongwoo quietly leaves out of the back of the cafe and walks in front of the cafe

just to look at you one last time

for a second you glanced up at the window

“I swear...I just saw Seongwoo...”

Jihoon places whipped cream on your lips

“what’d ya say?”

“oh..nothing...”

you pecked Jihoon on the lips

you were happy once again

END / I kinda wanna write about Seongwoo and the barista / LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK

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miracloud · 6 years ago

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April Fools’

fluff, bit angst

ong seongwoo x reader

“Ow!”

You exclaimed when you felt a hand hitting your head. You knew exactly who it is and you glared at him.

“Oops! Your head is just too perfect for hitting”, he nonchalantly replied. You kicked him back.

You and Seongwoo had been in this game for years. It started when you were still in high school and it continued on to college. He gave you one last glance before disappearing. What’s with him?

You fixed your hair then you touched.. something. You quickly looked for a mirror and you raced after him.

“Yaaaah! Ong Seongwoo!!!!”

He heard your voice and run fast while laughing. That guy just placed a gum on your hair. The bell sounded and he went to his class immediately. Of course, you can’t follow him inside since the professor is already in.

I’ll get him in the next class.

You share two classes with Seongwoo and it always give a headache to your professor. Before you went to your class, you went ahead and cut your hair to remove the gum. Thanks to him, you now got a short-hair which definitely doesn’t suit your circle-shaped face.

Before entering the class you shared with him, you made sure that you have an extra bottle of juice. It would be perfect with the white blouse he worn today.

When you opened the door, everyone’s eyes was on your hair you. You walked towards him. He had this smug look on his face that you absolutely want to remove.

“You’re looking good”, he teased.

“Really? Well, let me thank you for that.” You poured the juice on his head and stains were left on his blouse.

“Now, you got the wet look. Pretty sure, girls will like you more now”, you said with a fake smile. He glared at you. He stood up to get revenge but the professor just arrived. The professor looked at the scene and sighed.

“It’s you two again. Seongwoo, clean up then come back.”

You stifled a laugh as you looked at his angry face. At first, the professor scolded you for doing such pranks but he later gave up. Seems like it will not end even with a scolding so he just dealt with it calmly.

When you went home, you marked the calendar with an X. Tomorrow, huh?

Tomorrow’s April 1 aka April Fool’s Day. Yours and his friends refrain from approaching you two on that day. The worst pranks are done on that day. Let’s just not mention those pranks ‘cause they were really embarrassing. You prepared a dress that he can wear. You’re planning to pour juice again on him and he’ll probably think that’s it. But you’ll follow him to the toilet and as soon as he removes those clothes, you’ll grabbed them and leave that dress, leaving him with no choice. It’s the perfect plan.

After the preparation, you lied on your bed. When will this end? You wanted to end this for a long time but you were afraid that the only connection you have with him will vanish. The truth is, you like him from the start but your stubborn self refused to believe your feelings. Instead of confessing, you did jokes and pranks on him and because he is quite playful, he went along with your games.

The next day, you were walking along the corridor and you saw Seongwoo walking towards you. You observed him with scrutinizing eyes. You’re not letting your guard down.

“Good morning!”, and he left. What was that? Is this his new scheme?

When you entered class, you worn a raincoat. You remembered that last year, he prepared a bucket of water and flour to pour on you. It was hard to remove all that mess from your body. This time, when you entered, nothing happened. You heard his giggles.

“I ain’t doing that.... In fact, I won’t do anything today.”

Huh? But it’s April 1???

Now, you are hesitating to do a prank. What if he really meant it? You thought that this is the opportunity you were waiting for to end all of these. What if he’s lying? You hated the feeling. You don’t know what to do.

You postponed your plan and waited for him to do something first. But it’s already 4 in the afternoon and still, nothing happened. Was he telling the truth? After your classes, you decided to go home immediately. You were almost at the school gates when someone pulled you.

“Seongwoo?”

“Hey. Do you have time? Let’s talk.”

Suddenly, your guard is up. This day is not yet done. He led you to the back of the Engineering building. At this time, no one passes in this area.

“So, why are we here?”, you asked.

“Well, the truth is... Wait. Give me some time. I’m a bit nervous.”

He really did seem nervous. He touched the nape of his neck and continued talking.

“This is a bad time to say this since it’s April 1 but I’m not joking. I like you, y/n.”

Wait.. What?

You did not reply and he noticed it.

“I’m not lying, y/n. I really like you. I actually did all of these to get your attention”, he added.

Really? Then we actually felt the same way?

You were happy. You can finally stop these pranks and can move on to the next level at the same day.

“Me too. I also - - -”

“April Fool’s! Hahaha!”, one of his friends was secretly filming everything behind the bushes. Then, your heart dropped. His friend run away, thinking that you might grab the camera from him. You were left with Seongwoo. It was quiet.

He heard your last words and he got the gist of it. To escape from this awkwardness, you faked a laugh. You kept your head down. You approached him and lightly hit him.

“You got me.” It was perfect until your voice cracked. You’ve never felt this embarrassment before.

“y/n...”

“I should go. You won today.”

You walked away but the tears started to fall on your cheeks so you soon run away.

The next day, you desperately wanted to miss class but you can’t. Exam week is near and you can’t miss any lessons. Fortunately, your eyes are not puffy. You look.. okay.

You attended all your classes. Some of your friends were bewildered that no pranks happened. Unlike before, you don’t even look at Seongwoo if he ever pass by.

One afternoon, Sungwoon, the one who took a video of you approached you.

“y/n, do you have time?”

“Uh.. sure. What’s the matter?”

“Don’t worry. I did not show that video to anyone. Only the three of us knows about it.”

You haven’t even told him anything. Why is he approaching you?

“Umm.. okay. Thanks”, you replied shortly.

“Now, can you please talk to Seongwoo? That guy is becoming weird”, he added.

“He jokes less and he’s quiet. You know that’s not the normal Seongwoo, right? So can you talk to him? He’s afraid to approach you first”, he explained.

Later on, you saw him alone at his classroom after class.

You threw a rolled paper to his head. Usually, he would over exaggerate but not this time. He simply rubbed his head.

“There’s really something wrong with you, huh?”

Upon hearing your voice, he stood up and looked at your direction.

“So is this all because of what happened on April Fools?”, you asked. He didn’t reply and just stared at you. You lightly hit him and that woke him up from his daydream.

“Oh come on~ It’s not a big deal”, you lightly laughed.

“I’m sorry”, he said.

You can tell the sincerity from his eyes. You gave him a smile.

“It’s fine. You are forgiven”, you replied.

After that, he finally had a smile on his lips. He picked up his things and went out of school with you.

“Okay, so just don’t post that video anywhere. Or else I’ll be mad at you. That video is an embarrassment”, you chuckled.

“So you really....--

Before he can finish, you ran towards the bus station and as if it was timed, the bus arrived. You waved him goodbye and entered the bus.

“See you tomorrow!”, you shouted.

Whew! Good thing, the bus came in time.

The next morning, you were on the hallway, going to your room when you felt an arm on your shoulders. It’s Seongwoo, with a smirk on his face.

This guy... Just because I forgave him yesterday, he’s starting already.

You pushed his arm away and did some karate stance.

“Are you starting again?!”

You laughed and grabbed your arm. He again rested his arm on your shoulders.

“I’m not but I’m definitely starting something today.”

You looked puzzled.

“Let’s meet at Mistea Cafe later”, he told you.

“Huh? Why?”

“Let’s go on a date.”

You looked at him with a blush on your face. You pushed him away and ran. Of course, typical Seongwoo ran after you and asked you plenty of times to agree.

You agreed. ;)

Note: I’m so sorry for posting this sooo late. I should have post it on April 1st but I got too busy at work and failed to finish it on time. I have plenty of drafts so hopefully, I can finish all of them and I can share them to you. Enjoy reading!

#ong seongwoo #ong seongwu #ong seongwoo scenario #ong seongwu scenario #seongwoo scenarios #ong #wanna one #wanna one scenario

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prettywordsyouleft · 6 years ago

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Call The Shots

Prompt: #21 for @miracloud – “I need a place to stay.”

Pairing: Ong Seongwoo x female reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: suggestive content

Word count: 504

You stared at the man standing in your doorway, blinking a couple of times. He smiled at you, though you couldn’t trust such a gesture. You knew Ong Seongwoo was trouble.

“It’s one in the morning,” you said pointedly and he nodded. “Why are you here?”

“I need a place to stay.”

No, you couldn’t let him in. You remembered the last time you did that and chewed on your bottom lip. It had been the most tumultuous two weeks of your life. You relived the highs and the lows of your memory before you shook your head. Seongwoo placed a hand upon the doorframe, angling himself so he was leaning down closer to you. It irked you when your body instinctively moved towards him, instead of being repulsed. You cursed his good looks, especially as his smile returned.

“Please? You know I wouldn’t ask unless I need to.”

You willed yourself to reject him. Seongwoo had come into this apartment, carried you to multiple levels of euphoria and then left you reeling after him last time. You knew your body craved him like no other. And even though it had been damaged, your heart was foolish. Your resolve was weak. You couldn’t resist him even if you wanted to.

Seongwoo knew you weren’t going to deny him and reached down to cup your face in his hand affectionately before he stepped inside. You shut the door behind you both and followed him up into your small home. You needed to set ground rules before he tried to this time. “You can take the couch.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you but didn’t refute your offering. It made you anxious with how placating he was and you rubbed at your arms lightly.

“I’m only allowing you here for three days. You can find somewhere else after that.”

“Relax, Y/N. You won’t even know I’m here.”

As you laid back down in your bed, however, you couldn’t fall asleep. Your eyes were peeled to the door, and you were breathing more heavily than one needed to. The idea that the man who you had felt your soul awaken to being through the wall was maddening. You still couldn’t understand how you had ended up in Seongwoo’s arms the first time you had. But you remembered it all too well and you yearned for it now. You scolded yourself internally, instructing yourself to fall asleep and deal with what mess you had agreed to in the morning. But your eyes wouldn’t close and your body was wired. Without realising it, you had thrown yourself out of your bed and through the door, Seongwoo glancing at your approach and opened his arms readily.

“Don’t you think if we’re going to share, we should use the bed?” he teased as you climbed over his waist, his hands already winding their way under your bed shirt and resting on your hips. He smiled up at you as you started unbuttoning his shirt.

“This time around, I’m calling the shots.”

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ao3feed-ateez · 5 years ago

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by Imjustreallytired16

A collection of one-shots about the groups I currently stan. Full Fandom list and request form inside.

Words: 526, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: WAYV, 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, Stray Kids (Band), NCT (Band), NCT 127 - Fandom, NCT Dream, NCT U - Fandom, ATEEZ (Band), Monsta X (Band), GOT7, SHINee, EXO (Band), ASTRO (Band), The Boyz (Korea Band), Day6 (Band), Wanna One, Super Junior

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Kim Namjoon | RM/Reader, Min Yoongi | Suga/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader, Kim Taehyung | V/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Bang Chan/Reader, Kim Woojin/Reader, Lee Minho | Lee Know/Reader, Seo Changbin/Reader, Hwang Hyunjin/Reader, Han Jisung | Han/Reader, Lee Felix (Stray Kids)/Reader, Kim Seungmin/Reader, Yang Jeongin | I.N/Reader, Lee Taeyong/Reader, Moon Taeil/Reader, Suh Youngho | Johnny/Reader, Nakamoto Yuta/Reader, Qian Kun/Reader, Kim Dongyoung | Doyoung/Reader, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten/Reader, Jung Yoonoh | Jaehyun/Reader, Dong Si Cheng | WinWin/Reader, Kim Jungwoo (NCT)/Reader, Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun/Reader, Wong Kun Hang | Hendery/Reader, Huang Ren Jun/Reader, Lee Jeno/Reader, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Reader, Na Jaemin/Reader, Liu Yang Yang/Reader, Zhong Chen Le/Reader, Park Jisung (NCT)/Reader, Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Park Seonghwa/Reader, Jeong Yunho/Reader, Kang Yeosang/Reader, Choi San/Reader, Song Mingi/Reader, Jung Wooyoung/Reader, Choi Jongho/Reader, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu/Reader, Lee Hoseok | Wonho/Reader, Lee Minhyuk/Reader, Yoo Kihyun/Reader, Chae Hyungwon/Reader, Lee Jooheon/Reader, Im Changkyun | I.M/Reader, Im Jaebum|JB/Reader, Mark Tuan/Reader, Jackson Wang/Reader, Park Jinyoung/Reader, Choi Youngjae/Reader, Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam/Reader, Kim Yugyeom/Reader, Lee Jinki | Onew/Reader, Kim Kibum | Key/Reader, Choi Minho/Reader, Lee Taemin/Reader, Kim Junmyeon | Suho/Reader, Kim Minseok | Xiumin/Reader, Zhang Yi Xing | Lay/Reader, Byun Baekhyun/Reader, Kim Jongdae | Chen/Reader, Park Chanyeol/Reader, Do Kyungsoo | D.O/Reader, Kim Jongin | Kai/Reader, Bae Joonyoung | Jacob/Reader, Kim Younghoon/reader, Lee Jaehyun | Hyunjae/reader, Lee Juyeon/Reader, Moon Hyungseo | Kevin/Reader, Choi Chanhee | New/Reader, Ji Changmin | Q/Reader, Ju Haknyeon/Reader, Kim Sunwoo/Reader, Son Youngjae | Eric/Reader, Park Sungjin/Reader, Park Jaehyung | Jae/Reader, Kang Younghyun | Young K/Reader, Kim Wonpil/Reader, Yoon Dowoon/Reader, Park Jinwoo | Jin Jin/Reader, Kim Myungjun | MJ/Reader, Lee Dongmin | Cha Eunwoo/Reader, Moon Bin/Reader, Park Minhyuk | Rocky/Reader, Yoon Sanha/Reader, Yoon Jisung/Reader, Ha Sungwoon/Reader, Hwang Minhyun/Reader, Ong Seongwoo/Reader, Kim Jaehwan/reader, Kang Daniel/Reader, Park Jihoon/Reader, park woojin/reader, Park Jungsoo | Leeteuk/Reader, Kim Heechul/Reader, Kim Jonghoon | Yesung/Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong/Reader, Lee HyukJae | Eunhyuk/Reader, Choi Siwon/Reader, Lee Donghae/Reader, Kim Ryeowook/Reader, Cho Kyuhyun/Reader, Liu Xian Hua | Henry/Reader, Han Geng | Hankyung/Reader, Kim Kibum | Kibum/Reader

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byuniieo · 5 years ago

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Pity Intro & Characters

᎒ pairing: seongwoo x reader ᎒

᎒ genre: romance, high school!AU ᎒

᎒ ☻A ♡F ᎒ ☆ ☓ - mini-series ᎒

᎒ Summary ᎒ Soomin is just another top student in Seoul, South Korea basing her life on studying and being quiet. While on the other hand Seongwu is the loud popular kid who doesn't do his work and is the class clown but not when it comes to Chungha or others call her Noona<3. This story focuses on the relationship that blooms out of pity. Will they fall in love or will they end up broken hearted and humiliated? ᎒

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‘Ong Seongwu as Seongwu’

➺ known for being one of the most popular handsome guys at school

➺ not a top student but is actually really smart and artistic.

➺ loud,talks to everyone and kind of a groupie.

‘You as Park Soomin (OC)’

➺ known for being Noona<3 ugly cousin aka ugly Soomin

➺ top in her class, well top in the whole school

➺ quiet, never talks to anyone except Choi Yoojung, kind of a loner

‘Kim Chungha as Noona <3’

➺ most popular girl at the school, considered very pretty.

➺ a good student but no one talks about that, they only care about her beauty

➺ popular, only talks to her friend group and is very friendly

‘Kang Daniel as Daniel’

➺ known for being the leader of the trio

➺ one of the worst students in the school

➺ trouble maker, only talks to the trio

‘Jeon Somi as Somi’

➺ known for being the influence in the trio

➺ one of the worst students

➺ troublemaker, only talks to the trio but is social with others

‘Kim Sejeong as Sejeong’

➺ known for being the follower of the trio

➺ a good student but appears as a bad student cause of the trio

➺ quiet, used to be friends until somi took her under her wing, only talks to trio

‘Choi Yoojung as Yoojung’

➺ known for not caring what others have to say about her

➺ one of the top students alongside Soomin

➺ social, is Soomin only friend, is social with those who respect her

‘Park Woojin as Woojin’

➺ known for being best friends with Ong Seongwu

➺ is secretly a top student but no one pays attention to where his name lands

➺ popular, talks only to his friend group

‘Kang Mina as Mina’

➺ known for being Noona <3 best friend

➺ top student in her grade

➺ popular, is friendly with those who are kind to her back

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¡WARNING! This story may mention sensitive topics such as: mental illness, drug abuse, & violence! continue with cautious. if you do not feel comfortable reading this, please find a new story! <3

This is a fictional story, any events, places, settings, names, characters, incidents (etc) are writers imaginations!

This story may also contain strong and offensive language!

OC definition: OC stands for “original character”. Simply a character someone made up (usually by the writer).

You can always imagine OC character as yourself !

We do not own any of these gifs or pictures!

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k-drabblings · 5 years ago

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one in a lifetime love

ONG SEONGWOO X READER Type | Genre: drabble | fluff/angst Word Count: 535 A/N: He’s my current obsession, so I just wanted to write a small something!

How many years had it been? ... Too many.

So what were the chances you’d run into him here, at the Seattle airport, out of all places?

“Noona...” He spoke first. His voice was cautious, as if he was worried he might scare you off. It wasn’t an unreasonable thought. You would probably have turned around and walked away if you weren’t frozen to your spot. “... How have you been?” He added softly. Unlike you, he didn’t seem uncomfortable at all, but his fingers gave him away as they continuously twisted against each other.

The first thought that ran into your head was, the nerve of this guy. He broke your heart almost a year ago, walked straight out of your life, and never looked back. And now he was here, asking you how you’ve been... ‘Fuck you!’, you wanted to shout.

But you wouldn’t let him see how pathetic you were. After all, the last image he had of you was you sobbing on the floor, gripping the lining of his jeans tightly, begging him to try and make things work. You had never been a desperate person, but for him, you had been willing to throw away the last few shreds of dignity just for the chance to stay by his side.

You weren’t ashamed of it. If anyone asked about your break up, you didn’t lie to make yourself sound more apathetic and cool. ‘You know that once in a lifetime kind of of love?’ You’d say. ‘He was that for me.’ A sigh would always escape your lips before admitting, ‘But I guess I wasn’t that for him.’ It was a hurtful, shitty truth... but a truth you had to face nonetheless.

And after 10 months, you had thought you had successfully picked yourself up and moved on. It would be a lie to say you were completely over him, but you were at a point where the thought of him only popped up twice a week or so, and even then just oh so briefly.

But all of that resolve and pride you had regained suddenly weakened at the mere sight of him. And with the sound of his voice, you felt like you were completely crumbling. He was slowly coming closer. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you had to take a big breath to catch some air. Your hands were pure white as they wrapped around your backpack straps in a death grip as if they’d give you some sense of support.

“... We didn’t leave things on such a great note, ” he mumbled. “But um... I... I hope you’ve been well...” You almost scoffed at his ill-timed sentiment. “Uh... well, you look great,” he added in a lame attempt to keep the conversation going on his own. “Short hair looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” was the only thing you could manage to mumble out. He seemed slightly surprised to hear your voice, but then a small smile quickly replaced his agape expression. “... Are you headed back to Incheon too?” He asked, holding up his ticket. You bit your lip and nodded. “Flight KE020?” You silently cursed in your mind and nodded.

“I know this is the last thing you probably want to hear but... I missed you.”

#ong seongwoo #seongwoo #ong seongwu #seongwu #wanna one #kpop fanfics #kpop imagines #wanna one imagines #kpop drabbles #drabble

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this-song-thats-only-for-you · 6 years ago

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A Gift

Summary: You’d always kept that part of yourself hidden, or so you thought. But what if you weren’t as clever as you thought, and someone had seen it all?

Characters: Ong Seongwoo x reader

Genre: fluff / magic / witchcraft au

A/N: Welcome to my first story for Frightful October!

Word count: 1,717

It happened again. You couldn’t explain it, rationally at least. No one would believe you, and no one had. When you told your bestfriend she just looked at you skeptically before laughing it off, thinking you’d consumed too much caffeine. It was then you decided to not breathe a word of it to anyone else, surely it was just your imagination, your head playing tricks on you. You couldn’t actually freeze time or make things move on their own.

You laughed nervously at yourself as you turned around, making sure no one saw you as you picked up your backpack from the desk, quickly gathering the rest of your belongings and shoving them inside. Pushing the chair in you closed your eyes briefly, taking a deep breath as you headed towards the exit.

Were you not careful enough? Did someone see? All these thoughts were running through your mind as panic started to set in. Your heart started to beat faster in your chest the closer you got to the large wooden doors of the library, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you suddenly felt like you were being watched.

“Y/N”

You stopped as you heard your name. With a deep breath you turned around. Lifting your head higher your blue eyes were met with his brown ones, a smug smile on his face.

“You forgot these” he said, handing you a few loose sheets of paper that had fallen out of your notes. “They looked important. Why are you reading about mag-”

You snatched them from his large hands then, cutting him off mid sentence. Heat rushed to your cheeks, a light blush suddenly colouring them.

“Yah Seongwoo, who said you could read something that doesn’t belong to you?” you questioned him. He continued to smile at you, his eyes washing over your flustered appearance, clearly enjoying watching you squirm.

It had been this way for as long as you’d known him. Ong Seongwoo, the boy next door. He took every chance he got to annoy you, to pester you and make you have a complete meltdown. You had no idea what made you so fascinating to him, you rarely hung out during school times, being in different cliques and all. You saw him every now and then when you were home, a habit of living next door, but other than that he always seemed to pop up unexpectedly every time. He shrugged at your question, his hand now moving to readjust his backpack.

“You seemed in a rush to leave and i noticed your notes. I figured you would need them back. I was only trying to be nice Y/N. I am a nice person you know” he responded, staring at you incredulously trying to get his point across.

You sighed. There was no point in trying to argue with him, he always found a way to outtalk you.

“Thank you” you simply said. “You still shouldn’t have snooped”

“I couldn’t help myself, it’s not every day you read about people moving things with their minds” he teased, his arms now flailing about as he got animated “I mean how awesome would it be. Wouldn’t you like to? You could get yourself a snack without having to get up-”

“Seongwoo!” you whispered hastily scolding him, your own hands reaching out to stop him from making a scene. He just looked at you, the smirk appearing once more.

“What?”

You stared at him, unable to believe that he’d ask you that, especially since the topic you were both talking about wasn’t your everyday conversation starter. Let alone you were currently still in the library, a place of silence and Seongwoo was anything but. He waited for your response, the smirk still spread across his face, his eyes now forming half moons as he realized he’d wound you up. “Nevermind” You sighed deeply in defeat as you turned away from him and made your way to the exit once more.

“What it’s not like you can actually do magic Y/N. Or can you?”

You froze for the second time in a matter of minutes. You fought with yourself on whether or not to continue the conversation, knowing very well that he’d most likely only said that to rile you up again. He didn’t actually believe what he’d asked. Or did he? You stood contemplating your next move.

“Are you going to answer me?” You could hear it in his voice then, he was getting impatient with you. He teased you or worked you up, but very rarely did he get impatient. You turned to face him again, finding yourself playing into his games, even though you didn’t want to.

You couldn’t form a proper response, you watched as his face contorted from impatience, to confusion, to something else entirely. Something you’d never seen before.

“How could- I mean why would..I don’t have time for this”

That was when it happened. Again, but this time you were in control. Your hands reached out as if you were pushing him away. It all happened within a second. Everything around you had now frozen. You scanned the scene in front of you. Students at their desks mid flip through a book, some having a conversation but nothing was coming out. And then you turned to Seongwoo. He was still glaring at you, though he would know no better. You walked over to him and lightly touched his hand.

“I’m sorry” you whispered as you finally left the library and his never ending questions.

Sitting in your room on your bed a few hours later you found yourself in a state of restlessness. You had never knowingly used your magic on someone before, yes at times your emotions were out of control and things froze or exploded by themselves, but you hadn’t known that would happen.

This time however you had done it with intent and that didn’t sit well with you. You were always told by your grandmother to never harm another living soul, that the magic in your veins was a gift, and one to treasure. Technically you didn’t harm him, he wouldn’t know, he would just think you left really fast, but that didn’t change the fact that you had invaded into his mind.

Suddenly you were shaken out of your thoughts as you heard a loud banging coming from your front door. Getting up from your bed you rushed towards the door, the banging increasing the longer you took to answer it.

“Hold on, I’m coming!” You shouted.

Turning the knob as you began to open the door, you didn’t get very far as it was pushed open further by the person making the incessant noise.

He walked straight into your house, taking the handle from you and closing the door behind him quickly before he turned back towards you.

“Ong, what are you doing here?”

Your eyes washed over him in confusion and panic as you noted his appearance. He was breathing heavily, as if for some reason he couldn’t calm down. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, just watching you. You started to become uncomfortable, not used to being scrutinized by someone, let alone Seongwoo, who had still yet to say why he was here.

“Why do you always do that to me?” he finally said, his voice much quieter than you anticipated.

“Pardon?”

“You know what I mean. You always brush me off, one second you’re there and the next you’re not”

“I don’t know what you’re on about..”

“Don't play dumb with me Y/N. You know exactly what I mean” he moved closer to you then, the space between you almost non existent “You think I don’t know what you are? What you can do? What you do to me?”

His voice became pained then, one hand reached for yours, as the other found its way to your cheek. The air around you seemed to disappear as you struggled to breathe. Was this really happening? Seongwoo pulled you into him, his brown eyes pleading with yours to hear what he was trying to tell you, to show you.

“W-what do I do to you? W-what do you think I am?” you stuttered.

He smiled then.

He leaned down ever so slowly, both hands now cupping your cheeks as he gently grazed your lips with his. Your body froze momentarily before you realized what was happening. Ong Seongwoo was kissing you. And you were kissing him back. Your arms reached to wrap around his neck as you moved to deepen the kiss, your body now alight with desire, but before you could lose yourself completely to the feeling, a loud smash startled you both.

Letting go of each other you turned in the direction of the noise to find the hallway mirror shattered into pieces, nowhere near where it had previously hung.

“What just happened?”

“I think we broke the mirror”

“I.. we didn’t do that..” you stumbled, realising that yes, you could have done that. Your emotions were heightened.

Seongwoo chuckled softly as he pulled you into his arms.

“You’re a witch Y/N. That’s what i -know- you are”

“Wh-” He shushed you with his index finger, to tell you he wasn’t done talking.

“And you drive me completely crazy. I’ve known for years, why do you think I always pester you and enjoy working you up?”

Your mouth hung open then, and he continued to chuckle at your lack of observation.

“I needed to find proof, to make you use your powers, and to make you see that I don’t think you’re a weirdo. That you can trust me”

You were completely and utterly shocked. You had thought you were always careful, that no one had seen you, but he had seen you. Seongwoo, the boy next door who continuously pestered you, who always found ways to make you flustered, it all made sense now.

Your vision began to blur as tears filled your eyes. How had he known? How did he not find it unbelievable, instead he just accepted it. Accepted you, how you were entirely.

“Really?”

He nodded happily, his arms wrapping around you even tighter.

“What can i say, you’ve put a spell on me”

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Welcome to Frightful October, a collab between myself and @prettywordsyouleft… this week’s theme is Spellbound! To follow more of the stories check out the links below:

Other stories in Spellbound: Superstitious // Incantation // Love Spell // A Gift

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ukulelewrites · 6 years ago

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In Terms of Fire & Ice {7}

A/N: y’all, i’m officially back from haitus two months after i said i would and i’m sorry for disappearing! i just got run over by responsibilities and life ^-^;;;;;;;;;; but please enjoy the latest installment of in terms!

Pairing: Wanna One’s Seongwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fuckboi!seongwoo, rich!seongwoo, enemies to lovers!au

Word Count: Roughly 2k

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

“So, how was the date?” Nayoung asked as the two of you stood side by side in the cramped bathroom; she was leaning against the sink, watching you remove your makeup intently.

“Can you not stare a hole into my temple, please?” you retorted. Your mascara was proving to be difficult to remove. “And it wasn’t a date. It was just me paying back on a favor.”

“Y/N, the moment you came back, your hair a mess, your clothes covered in grass, and that,” she jabbed at the bruise blooming on your collarbone, “it was confirmed a date.”

“Well, we did do some,” you paused, “date-like things, but it wasn’t a date.”

“Well, what are those date-like things, Miss Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, leaning yourself closer in to him, “you can kiss me.” With those words whispered, Seongwoo closed the gap between the two of you. At first you didn’t register the kiss. It was something foreign to you. After years of no practice, you seemed to have forgotten exactly how to conduct yourself. As your brain goes into overdrive on how to react to the kiss, your body freezes.

“Nervous?” he murmured against your lips. You could feel his lips forming a smirk, brushing fleeting touches against yours.

“Shut up,” you mumbled back, ‘before I change my mind.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, princess.” He leaned back in to capture your lips, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. You shut your eyes tight, slowly finding yourself reciprocating. Seongwoo gently pushes you back until you feel your back hitting the mattress. You moved your hands to the back of his neck, trailing them upwards to thread into his hair. It seemed like all of your perfectly practiced self control had flung itself out the window the moment you realized exactly how long ago you last kissed someone, and it maybe also has to do with the fact the asshole that was trailing his hands down your body also happened to be a very good kisser.

Your mind was a flurry of trailing thoughts, hazy with ideas of where exactly was this night leading. His lips moved against yours languidly, breaking away every now and then, only to return to their previous motion after hearing you whine. Seongwoo was still hovering over you, but he shifts his legs, wedging one between yours. The hand that had found purchase on the curve of your neck moved its way down, fumbling with the buttons of your dress. You didn’t notice exactly what he was doing until he reached the third button and the cold suddenly hit your bare skin.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” you asked nervously, pushing yourself up. Seongwoo didn’t seem to hear you as his hands continued their ministrations. “Stop it!” you exclaimed, shoving his hands away from you. Your face started to heat up, and you quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. “Of course,” you thought, “of course this is why he asked you out.”

You began to button your dress back up with trembling hands. “If you just wanted an easy lay, you could’ve asked another girl out,” you said, surprised by the steeliness of your voice. Once your top button was refastened, you stood up, smoothed down your dress and glared at Seongwoo. “I can’t believe your actual nerve, Ong.” For a split second, you almost thought you saw fear cross his eyes, but you weren’t an idiot. This was Seongwoo you were dealing with; that guy knew exactly how to play with someone’s heart, and you thought yourself way too smart to fall for his ploy. “Take me back to the school,” you said. When you realized he was still rooted to his seat, you uttered, “Please,” your voice wavering slightly.

“Hey, Y/N,” Seongwoo finally got up, “princess, I didn’t mean to go that far.” He tried cupping your cheek, but you turned away.

“But you did go that far,” you snapped, “I’m not just something you can use as you please, jackass. I actually thought you were interested in me and wanted to go on a date, but no, you’re just after my goddamn fucking virginity!” You were raging at this point, all the angry words that jumped around your brain came tumbling out of your mouth. “Now I’m here feeling like an absolute idiot knowing I’m just another one of your trophies! I fucking hate you!” Those last four words were accentuated by you jabbing your pointer finger into his chest.

“Y/N,” he said as he grabbed your wrist, “can you just listen to me?” You tried pulling away. “Y/N, please?” You continued trying to escape from his steel grasp. “Y/N!”

“What?” you spat back, “I’m not one of your playthings, Ong. Your lies won’t work on me.”

“But I’m not going to lie to you.” You scoffed at his statement. “Y/N, listen, you know how many girls I’ve been with? A lot.”

“You’re not really helping your case.”

“No, hear me out. Look, I’ve been with a lot of girls, but none of them make me feel the way I feel about you.”

“Wow, how romantic,” you mock-swooned, “I really want you to just,” you paused before deadpanning, “ fuck off right now.”

“You know how goddamn scared you make me? I can’t act around you like I do with other girls, okay? You see right through me. And I’m sorry I went to far, but you drive me absolutely insane. All I could think about when I was kissing you was-”

“What?” you asked, “Stripping me of my virginity? Wow, I really want to punch you in the face right now.”

“No. I was thinking how, for once, I actually felt something besides lust while kissing you. I swear this is the gayest shit I have ever uttered in my entire life, and Daniel will roast me into oblivion. But,” he took a deep breath, “Y/N, I really like you, and I know you’re pissed beyond my comprehension right now, but I’m telling you the absolute truth. I am 100% head over heels attracted to you. I’m attracted to the way your brows furrow when you’re solving a problem in math. I’m attracted by how your tongue slightly sticks out when you’re organizing files at work. I’m attracted to how intimidated you make me feel, how you actually call me out on the misogynistic bullshit I accidentally end up doing or saying. I am wholeheartedly attracted to you. Just give me another chance to not fuck it up?”

“What did you say?” Nayoung asked, now that the two of you were lounging in your respective beds.

“I told him if he really liked me, he’d pull a page from every other asshat who went after me and just leave me alone,” you grumbled, shifting under your blankets.

“Even after he declared his wholehearted affection for you?”

“The guy’s a professional casanova. Of course he’d say lies like that to get me into trusting him, only to lure me into his bed and leave me the moment he gets what he wants.”

“And what exactly does he want?” she teased. You sat up to give your friend an unamused look. “What?” she asked, “You never know, he could like you.”

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “and I like him.”

Monday morning came about quickly, and Seongwoo had not messaged you since the “date” Saturday. Even though you kept yourself angry at the certain raven-haired boy, you couldn’t help but check your phone all throughout Sunday for something. Maybe it was that part of you that hoped maybe he did mean it and would try even harder to win you over. But again, it’s Ong you were thinking of. He could’ve easily found some other girl; someone easier, someone who would give him just what he wanted. Those thoughts made you scoff, angry at the thought of possibly trusting him. Yet, you found yourself with that ugly green monster making itself at home in your mind, obsessively checking his social media for any form of another female to occupy him for that one day he left you in silence. But nothing popped up. “It was as if his dick could actually control itself for a day,” you mused as you walked into the mathematics building...only to stop abruptly at the sight that laid before you.

The male underclassmen were lined up on either side of the hallway, each one holding onto a small envelope. You spied Seongwoo’s group of friends standing at the end of the hallway, beckoning for you to walk towards them. You finally regained control over your feet and began walking towards your classroom. The underclassmen handed you their envelopes and suddenly the intercom clicked on.

“Attention, Evanson students,” Seongwoo’s voice rung out, “before Dr. Harris realizes I’m hijacking the morning announcements, I would like to say something to a very special person. Y/N L/N, I am sorry. Like, I acknowledge I’m an asshat who treated you like any other girl I usually go after when you are so much more to me than an easy lay. No offense to those girls, but like, sorry, it’s true. You mean way too much to me for me to just let you get away, so in a very extra way, I apologize, and hopefully you’ll find it in yourself to forgive me and give me another chance. Plus, I hope you open all those envelopes in secret; I’d rather not lose my manhood today. Actually, do whatever you want, just please give me another chance. And-”

His voice was cut off by a loud screech, indicating Dr. Harris had indeed realized he had hijacked the morning announcements.

“What did the envelopes say?” Nayoung asked, eyeing the stack you clutched tightly in your hands. The two of you were walking back to the dorms after eighth period, passing by the dean’s office on the way.

“I think that’s for me and him to know,” you cheekily stated, motioning your head to the dean’s office where Seongwoo now sat, probably getting the lecture of the era. Nayoung gave you a funny look before simply shrugging and making her way towards the dorms, leaving you to wait outside the dean’s office.

Fifteen minutes passed before Seongwoo emerged from the office, looking completely drained of energy. “Y-Y/N, um, hey,” he said sheepishly, “I see you got the envelopes.”

“Yeah,” you looked at the boy that stood in front of you. The usual confidence was gone. He averted your gaze, choosing to look at the linoleum floors instead. “Look, did you mean everything you said in these notes?” you inquired. He nodded slowly. “All 206 of them?” you pressed.

“You kept count?” he asked, that telltale smirk emerging. You faltered, trying to find a reason for keeping count without letting on too quickly he was forgiven.

“W-well, we didn’t do anything in econ today, so-” your lie was cut off when he enveloped you in a hug.

“God, I was so scared you’d still be upset with me,” he mumbled into your hair.

“And why would you be scared?” you asked, fully knowing why. But you needed to hear it again. You needed those words molded in his voice.

“Because I like you, and it scares me,” he said the moment he let go of you. “This is the first time I haven’t been on the receiving end,” he dryly laughed at that statement. His smile faded the longer you stayed silent. “Are you still upset?” he asked softly.

“A little,” you finally caved, “but I’m giving you another chance.” He lit up at those words. “But,” his smile died down, “it has to be on my terms. Agree?” He nodded eagerly. “Good, you’re doing all the coffee runs at internship this week. You have to walk me to all of my classes,” you paused to think of the run he’d have to do for your fourth period class, “All. And, you cannot engage physical contact with me for a week. No hugs, hand holding, nothing. But, I can engage with you. Can you handle that, Ong?” The smirk that graced his lips threw you for a loop.

“Anything for you, princess.”

“Good, if you can handle that, consider yourself forgiven.”

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little-sundays · 6 years ago

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c r e p e

Genre: Fluff

Requested || Not

Make up artist reader x seongwoo (happy ending pls~)

Produce 101/Wanna One: Ong Seongwoo

Preview:

You learned something months ago, Ong was stubborn, stupid, reckless and ungrateful; however, you always wanted to pry him open until you get to break down his great wall that he built himself to look strong and see who he really is to himself and to other people. In the end, you were kind to him and him not so much.

Keep it simple, not too rushed nor too long. You moved your head to get a closer look at the model when you messed up his brow. You hung your head to start at the ceiling before letting out a sigh, “I fucked up your other brow.”

“Jesus, what’s up with you today?” Mark asked, his face scrunching up as he scratched the side of his nose. The boy gave you a curious look when you dropped your materials on the desk and brought the mug to your lips. He was waiting for you to tell him exactly, but he refused to push you.

Slowly, you brought the mug back down then grabbed a cotton pad for the mistake you created to retouch the make up on his face. Mark watched you struggle to keep your breath even until eventually you grunted with a small ‘fuck.’

Mark said, “I’m all ears.”

“And one malicious mouth.” You retorted to which Mark glared at, he said, “Isn’t always true.”

Mark fluttered his eyes until you spoke for him, “It’s the next door water boy.”

“What? Did he try to get in your pants?” He asked while furrowing his brows. You answered frankly, “No.”

Mark clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, “Then what’s the problem?”

“He’s wasted on my doorsteps and he’s inside my room now. Honestly, I’m panicking because we don’t really like each other.” You explained making the model sigh. “I thought you were all ears.”

“I did say ears, not body.” He commented.

“What was his name again?” Mark asked, watching the male devour a bowl of cereal. He added, “He looks homeless far from what water boy should look like.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose whilst saying, “You know we only call him water boy because he always drinks.”

“Could’ve called him alcoholic instead. His name?”

“Ong Seongwoo.” The other male replied shifting his gaze to you after wiping the remains of the milk on his lips. He then turned his gaze to the clock before grabbing his jacket and searching for the apartment keys in each pocket.

Mark tilted his head to look at you only for you to stare down at Ong. He kept his head low as he walked closer to the door without a word even a little appreciation. Mark said once Seongwoo left, “He’s frank.”

“He’s very moody too.” You uttered before brewing yourself another cup of coffee. Without wasting time, you retouched and refined the make up of Mark before he bid goodbye and left you behind your apartment.

The studio was spacious if there weren’t clothes scattered on the ground like before when you first moved in. You moved in during the mid of June, just a few months after Ong. Most nights you were completely satisfied always out to party and coming home with a guy to waste the drunken night on. Now, your home was just another mess--a reminder of how much you’ve fallen into a pit of a dark and lonesome place.

You shut your eyes for a moment to clear your mind from any thoughts that could only make the situation worse. Then, you heard it, “Wait!”

You walked closer to the door, eavesdropping, “I’ll pay my rent in a few weeks. All I’m asking for is a little time.”

The old woman replied, “You haven’t paid in months and you believe we’ll wait. Get out.”

After their conversation, you waited for a few seconds before opening your door only to see Ong clench his jaw and ball his hands into fists. He turned to his right to glare at you, “What?”

You weren’t disturbed by his anger, you’ve witnessed too much of it despite differently from other people. You asked calmly, “You need a place to stay?”

He didn’t respond to you, he never felt the need to. So he went back in and slammed the door shut leaving you to yourself once again.

You didn’t really like recounting the days, you disliked looking at the time or even the date. There was no need for you to remind yourself what month or year it was, no one ever asked you either. However, you did recall a certain knock on your door on a Sunday evening. It was a hard one, short but loud.

When you unlocked the door, you saw a shivering Ong Seongwoo. It was pouring that night, so you left the door open for him to enter before heating up a cup of tea. Simple enough for his taste.

“Here.” You said as you handed him the porcelain cup, he willingly took the warm beverage.

This time you asked him, “What happened to you?”

“Mind your business,” he said.

You offered him a sly smile, “Then fuck off.”

He let out a shaky sigh before muttering a small apology then returning to his normal state. He didn’t speak a word as usual, so you offered him the couch, a set of dry clothes, and some dinner.

It became a normal routine the next day, only he prepared breakfast for the both of you as his way of showing thanks before leaving yet again.

You saw him in the gym, it was one of your day offs--a Thursday. You were actually supposed to stay in Mark’s studio when you saw him jogging down the streets and into the UBC, Universal Boxing Center, gym. You followed him in and saw him throw a couple of punches at the trainer.

The trainer pointed to you and told Ong, “Look a girl.”

“Won’t work, coach.” He gritted his teeth when you let out a cough making him turn to you and knocking him on the ground immediately.

“Keep your eyes focused, Ong!” His coach reminded him to which he grunted and pushed himself up, sparing you a long glance which you raised one of your brows at him.

One of the males laughed, “I’m sure he’s focused.”

“Fuck off, Kai.” Ong retorted before turning back to his coach and kicking him on the side and shin. The older male groaned in pain, Ong said, “Serves you right, old man.”

He took off his gloves and wraps when you approached him. He sighed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Curiosity brought me here since you never bother to talk to me at all.” You said while folding your arms in front of your chest. He said, “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“There’s a lot to talk about.” You huffed out. He placed his wraps inside of his bag and changed his shirt without paying mind to your presence, “Well, what do you want to talk about?”

You slowly gulped, “What is your job, Ong?”

“I’m a boxer.” He clicked his tongue. You questioned, “A professional one?”

“No.” He said before asking you one of his own, “What about you?”

“I’m not a boxer, Ong.” He rolled his eyes at you until you answered him correctly, “I’m a make up artist.”

He muttered, “It suits you.”

It had been a year when he first moved in your studio and he tried to leave a couple of times, but he couldn’t. Most nights weren’t innocent, he didn’t frequently sleep on the couch anymore; he liked your bed, he liked having you next to him. Those nights he’d keep you under him almost making it too hard for him to leave.

Mornings were the same, you’d lie completely bare beside him and none of you would mind it. He wasn’t always naked, but he did like skimming his fingers against your skin.

Ong talked to you a lot more than before, he realized he wanted a better life and he loved you a lot more.

“Hey.” He said one morning, “Thank you.”

“What for?” You asked.

“For following me into the UBC,” he added, “I fell in love with you there.”

You smiled curling up against him, “Really?”

He slid his palm against the skin of your arm before inhaling your shampoo, “Honestly thought you were cute when you followed me. Thought it might work out if I started running near your friend’s studio.”

“You planned it.” You laughed when he brushed his nose against yours.

Seongwoo said, “Couldn’t wait for fate to do it all alone for me.”

You nodded, “I fell in love with you when you came back that evening.”

He didn’t ask why, he never wanted to ask you why because what he found important was that you were with him over all the others who could’ve given you a better start--he could never ask you why.

Yet you answered his untold question, “Because you decided on me instead of anyone else.”

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every1studio · 7 years ago

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“a shoulder to lean on” [w1: seongwoo]

genre: slight angst + fluff

ficstyle: bulletpoints

summary: Seongwoo + Barista (reader) point of view of Jihoon’s [mr, teddy bear]

note: hope you guys enjoyed it~

Seongwoo knew...

even though his childhood friend just broke up with Jihoon

she still loved Jihoon

Seongwoo would never be able to profess his love to his first love

maybe it was meant to be

that he never really belonged with her

but at that moment when he held her by the wrist

the adrenaline of confident died down

“if...if you ever need someone..I’m here..”

with that he ended his schedule

it was getting super late out so he went to the closest 24 hour cafe shop

fwoosh

he opened the door and he instantly felt warm inside

although the cafe was big in size; it was definitely cozy and comforting

there was a large bear sitting in the corner of the cafe

“hi there~ welcome to xxx cafe~”

you were in awe when you walked up to him

“oh..Ong Seongwoo...”

he smiles

but for some reason you looked sad

“is there anywhere you’d like to sit?”

he looks around the room; looking at the bear reminded him of Jihoon’s solo shot and that reminded him of you

there was a sign pointing up; indicating a rooftop sitting area

“can I sit in the rooftop area?”

you nodded and showed him upstairs

the rooftop area was actually another level of the cafe but the thick, glass roof made the night skies accessible to customers

the room had many large windows viewing out to the city

the cafe was on top of a hill; so you could easily see the Han River and the city night life

it was calming; just what Seongwoo needed

“I’ll be back to take your order,” you said softly as you placed the menu on his table

you turned to leave but he lightly tugs on your apron

“actually..can I order now?”

you smiled and nodded

“can I get... “

he looks at the menu and sees a mocha towering with whipped cream.. and grazes over the picture

“this is her favorite...”

“would you like to get that?” you asked, being as professional as you can

you noticed that he was more sad than he appeared to be on television or media

“could....could I get an americano instead...”

(the americano is such a large contrast to the sweet and fluffy mocha that she got) he thought

you nodded and went on your way

Seongwoo looked up into the skies

it was cloudy with the moon barely piercing through the clouds

the music and the lighting in the room made him feel at peace

even though his heart was in a bajillion pieces

“here’s your americano...”

he thanks you and leaves soon after he finishes

before heading out, he turns to look at you

“do you work during this time usually?”

you smiled and nodded, “I only work the night shifts... 6 days a week..”

“you don’t work on what day?”

“Sunday”

he nods and thanks you as he left

the following nights; he comes at night when there’s no one in the cafe and sits in the rooftop area

regardless of the rain, clouds or clear skies; he said that the night sky really calms him down

there were times he just wanted to sit down and have someone to talk to

“have you ever..loved someone so much for so long.. you just wanted to do whatever it took to make them happy... but not knowing what to do with these feelings..”

you knew he wasn’t talking about anyone other them himself at this point

“I have..”

Seongwoo’s eyes were filled up to the brim of his waterline; but they wouldn’t fall

once he looks up at you, they fell

“how do you stop it...”

you looked down before placing a hand over his

his hands were so cold..

“you move on with time... to be honest.. forgetting them is hard.. but time will be your best friend... life is too short to dwell in on the pause button..”

he smiles, “I’m glad I met you y/n... to be frank.. I don’t think the members would’ve given me any good advice...”

you chuckled as you got up to shoo him out

“you have a schedule tomorrow! get going!”

he hugs out; you both were feeling two different things

Seongwoo just wanted to thank you

but on the other hand

his scent filled your nose as you fell even more in love with him

(there’s a fine line between him.. and me...) you thought; smiling as you were pushing him out the door

THE DAY AFTER THE NEXT

you saw Seongwoo run in with another member, Jihoon

you read an article about him and his girlfriend possibly on a break; just that morning too

they were huffing and puffing

“CAN WE RESERVE THIS PLACE TONIGHT?”

you laughed at Seongwoo

“Seongwoo.. you should know that for all the times that you’ve showed up here at night, was there anyone else? other than my landlady?”

Seongwoo gave out a half-hearted laugh in agreement

“you’re right..BUT Jihoon needs to get his girl back... can we use the bear in that corner?”

you looked over at the bear.. it was used for advertising the cafe during the day

you shivered at the memories of being in there in the sweltering hot day

“sure-”

“THANKS Y/N~”

Seongwoo helped Jihoon into the costume

“SHE’S GONNA BE HERE IN 5 MINUTES HURRY UP” Jihoon yelled

“I’M TRYING”

you chuckled at them

Seongwoo finished and led Jihoon into the corner

then he ran and grabbed your wrist and hid in the back of the cafe

you both were crouching and honestly

this was the closest you’ve ever been to him

“so Jihoon’s girlfriend is gonna walk in and your gonna led her to the table by the bear... could you make her a mocha with lots of whipping cream?”

you looked at him

he looked excited.. but you remembered back to when you first met him

(”this is her favorite drink....”)

this must be the girl...

you nodded as you smiled at him

even though it was a day for Jihoon and Seongwoo’s childhood friend.. Seongwoo couldn’t help but think that your smile was just so calming to him

you got up to start working on the drink

only the sound of jazzy, bossanova soundtrack played in the store

Seongwoo was on the lookout

Jihoon was sweating bullets

and you were in your calm state; making coffee

fwoosh

you looked up and saw the girl walked in

“hi there~ welcome to xxx cafe~” you said as you led her to the table

(she’s so pretty.. but I’m pretty sure Seongwoo didn’t like her just because of her looks...)

you brought out the mocha as you gave Seongwoo a quiet thumbs up

“I didn’t order this...”

“it’s on the house~” you smiled and you walked back to where Seongwoo was

out of sight, but you both can still see what’s going on

you were looking at Seongwoo and Seongwoo was looking at the girl

she mumbled something and you both jumped when Jihoon got up and the girl fell out of the chair

the scene was so funny; it was hard not to laugh

the whole moment was like a scene from a drama

once they both were laughing and sat down, was when Seongwoo got up

“I’m gonna leave now..”

you looked at him with worried eyes

he placed his hand on your head

“I’ll be fine..”

“if you ever need a shoulder to lean on, I’m here okay? don’t forget that...”

he smiles as he lowers his head as he turns around

you watched him as he exited from the back of the cafe and walked in front of the cafe

to look at that girl (what looked like one last time)

you saw her look out the window...

maybe she made eye contact with him

maybe she thought she was just seeing things

but as a bystander...

the whole scenario was just so sad

the night ended and you left as soon as the two of them left

cl-click

“it’s not safe for a girl to walk home by herself”

you were startled and you turned around the hit the guy in defense

“AH!”

you saw Seongwoo on the ground after punching him in the stomach

“OH GOSH SEONGWOO??”

you got on your knees to see if he was okay

“I thought you left...” you said softly

Seongwoo chuckles as he looks up at you

“my heart was having a hard time... I needed to see your smile..”

you were confused

“my smile?”

he gets up and sticks out his hand for you to grab

“ye-yeah...”

you took his hand and got up

“why?”

but your heel got stuck in the cracks of the sidewalk

Seongwoo wrapped himself around you to prevent you from falling

the moonlight shined behind him

“because.. it’s calming...”

you straightened up

(so that’s all it was..)

“I know... that you know... that I barely got out of my heartache... but maybe...you can help ease the pain?”

he raised his eyebrow as he looked worried

worried that you might decline

you didn’t know what to say.. you were speechless

“in time..”

was all you could say

confused, Seongwoo was about to say something

but you cut him off

“rushing into a new relationship isn’t going to solve the problem right away.. you might hurt yourself or someone else.... like I said before... time will be your best friend... but in that time...I’ll be here, by your side..”

you tucked your hair behind your ear and starting walking home

Seongwoo swooped by and took your purse

“I’ll carry it for you”

you were glad that he wasn’t pushing his new feelings onto you and that he was taking him time with things

END

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wanna1things · 7 years ago

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Fin. | Ong Seongwoo

Genre;; ANGST

Warnings;; cheating mentioned, swearing

Pairing;; Ong Seongwoo x reader

Requested;; yes,, by anon here (I hope this is sad enough)

Summary;; When did he stop loving you, and why didn’t he tell you earlier?

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1052

Other (happier) Seongwoo works;; Mafia | Swimmer | Friends to Lovers

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Seongwoo wasn't sure when he started to fall out of love with you

it seemed to all happen so quickly, too quickly

almost like he woke up one day, and suddenly your smile didn't make his heart skip a beat anymore

he wasn't sure when he started looking at other people, falling in love with someone else

when did your laugh go from being music to his ears to something that annoyed him?

as much as he may have fallen out of love with you, he didn't want to hurt you that was for sure

even if there was no love, he still liked you as a person

but he'd already done the worst thing he could do, worse than breaking up with you straight

there was a girl, at a party he went to with his friends

she'd flirted with him, and maybe it was the fact that he was drunk or maybe it was something else, but he flirted back

but he ended up doing more than flirting back

he didn't come home

all he'd told you that he was meeting some friends for lunch, people you knew and were also friendly with

you were expecting him to be back, but when the clock struck midnight and the dinner you'd made for him was sitting stone cold on the kitchen table of your apartment

you gave up

maybe he got caught up? decided to stay out for drinks? got too drunk and crashed at a mates place?

you had no reason to doubt him, he was loyal to a fault and well... you loved him to such a point where it blinded all other possibilities

so when he turned up the next day, fumbling with his keys outside your apartment at gone 1pm, you let him in - no questions asked

quite frankly, he looked like shit, the massive hangover he had making his movements sluggish and the secret he was now keeping from you making his face sullen

"Did you have fun last night?"

when your bright eyes met his, he almost jumped back

you chalked this up to just... the fact that he was hungover as hell

"I'm sorry..."

you laughed at his mumbled words and handed him paracetamol and water, thinking he was just apologising for staying out and not telling you

"Why are you laughing?"

"You think I'd be mad at you for staying out with your friends?"

he shook his head as you spoke, taking the pills quickly and holding his head in his hands

"That's not what happened."

something wasn't right

his voice was cold, icy, something you'd never heard directed towards you

when he'd been drunk or hungover before he was just very... clingy... but this was different, and not in a good way

"Seongwoo-"

"You're not going to like what I'm about to say..."

any words you tried to say seemed to get stuck in your throat as you waited for him to continue, an odd feeling of fear brewing in your heart

"I slept with someone else."

those 5 words seemed to be like daggers, hitting you right in the heart

your legs failed you, and you clung to the kitchen counter in a desperate attempt to stay standing up

"You did what?"

you looked into his eyes, searching for something, a hint of it being a joke, a prank him and his friends pulled

you desperately thought of excuses in your head, thinking he'd suddenly burst into laughs like usual and claim all he meant was that he slept in the same bed as one of his friends

but the look on Seongwoo's face, the words that slipped from his lips, they were stone cold with no hint of joking

if it was true... who was it? someone you knew? a friend? a set-up by his friends?

"I'm sorry, y/n, really-"

"Who?"

"What?

"Who did you sleep with?"

Seongwoo stepped back from you, sighing slightly and taking another sip of water

"She was from a bar-"

"Do you love her?"

he frowned at your spat out question, raising an eyebrow and putting down the glass of water

"Why does that matter?"

you took a deep breath, your own eyebrows furrowed as you stared him in the eyes and repeated yourself

"Do you love her?"

"I don't understand why-"

you balled up your fists in frustration, rolling your eyes at his response

"I asked you a question, Seongwoo."

"I don't understand why that matters."

you let out a deep sigh, breaking eye contact and turning away from him, looking at him seemed to make you feel sick to the stomach

"It matters because you say you love me. If you love her, then all that is a lie."

"But I don't-"

"You don't what, Seongwoo? Understand? Answer me!"

"I don't love you anymore, why does it matter if I love her?"

it took you a second to process his words, your mind going over and over them

he... doesn't love you anymore? what was that supposed to mean?

how could he be saying that, when just seeing him made your days easier, his laugh making even the worst situations seem like nothing but a drop in the ocean

how can he say that, after all this time of saying the exact opposite?

you turned back to face him, recognising the regret that flashed across his face as he saw your tear filled eyes

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Is it true? You don't love me?"

"I didn't mean for it to turn out like this."

"Screw what you meant for it to turn out like, do you love me or not?"

"I don't."

"Then, please, get out."

you stood for a second, face to face

you still searched his eyes, desperately looking for the sparkle that was there when you first fell in love

but they were dark and cold, just like how he was acting

he was the first to move, breathing out slowly and picking up his keys off the kitchen table

"I'll come back and pick up my stuff later. If you don't want to see me, go out."

he walked towards the front door of your apartment, past the pictures of you two that lined the walls, not once looking back

and then, he was gone.

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about last night

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requested: yes! but i decided to change it up a bit format: in paragraphs characters: Ong Seongwoo x Reader, Wanna one genre: fluff, angst (?), implied smut word count: 2.9k summary: What would happen if Seongwoo picks you up from the bar from drinking after a break up and takes you to his apartment? warning/s: steamy scenes, implied smut and language author’s note: it took so long for me to actually finish this but i really wanted to do better and improve my writing! i still hope that you’ll like it! if you have any comments or suggestions about my blog or this scenario, please don’t hesitate to let me know! other than that, i hope you’ll like it! have fun reading!

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Seongwoo reached his apartment door with a tired, exhausted face. With all the strength left in his body, he managed to unlock his door. He sighed. He felt relieved that he was finally home ready to bury himself under the soft blankets that laid untouched in his bed.

It was supposed to be a night where he can take rest. And it was relaxing until the clock hit 11:30 pm. Unknowingly, he passed out in the living room as soon as he finished eating the leftovers that he heated up as soon as he got home.

In Seongwoo’s deep sleep, his phone rang from the side table in the living room. With a blurry vision as he just woke up, he was able to read the caller’s name.

“Kang”, it said. Seongwoo immediately picked up the call.

Seongwoo, who was still half-asleep, immediately answered the phone with “he—hello”

“We’re at Jisung’s house right now! come over! Everyone’s here except for you” Daniel excitedly exclaimed to his best friend on the other side of the call.

“W-wait what” Seongwoo who was confused and was trying to process what his friend just said.

“Whatever man, just come over! we’re all waiting for you here, just bring yourself… and maybe if you want to bring y/n, your BEST FRIEND, then go ahead” Daniel laughed.

Seongwoo on the other line scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Shut up, she’s probably with her boyfriend right now”

“So she’s not with you?” once again, Daniel was dying out of laughter, teasing Ong.

Seongwoo couldn’t say anything other than, “Whatever, I’ll be there soon” so he just ended the call.

He groaned as he got up from his comfortable position in the couch wanting to lay there for the rest of the night but also wanting to get drunk to relieve some stress and to forget about the feelings that he’s been trying to conceal even just for a bit.

“YOURE FINALLY HERE, WE’VE BEEN WAITING MAN” Daniel screamed as soon as Seongwoo entered Jisung’s place.

As cliché as it sounds, the laughter and the positive atmosphere of being with his friends allowed Seongwoo to lighten up and it lessened his tiredness.

Most of the guys were already tipsy and but it wasn’t to the point where he would say they’re drunk or wasted.

Seongwoo sat on the couch beside Minhyun, he took the shot glass while Minhyun poured a shot for Seongwoo.

“You okay?” Minhyun genuinely asked as he pour his friend’s drink, out of all of Ong’s friends, Minhyun was the one who didn’t normally tease Seongwoo about his situation with his girl bestfriend, you.

“Yeah I’m fine, just stressed and tired” Seongwoo responded casually.

“How is she?” Minhyun asked again as he placed the alcohol’s bottle back to the table.

“She’s great, she’s probably with her boyfriend right now out at the bar” Ong managed to fake a chuckle after finishing his response, he attempted to give Minhyun a fake smile but Minhyun knew Seongwoo so well that he knows the difference between his friend’s genuine and fake smile.

No matter how hard Seongwoo tried to hide his feelings, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the fact that he loved you, Minhyun knew, he knew deep inside what his friend was feeling, he somewhat understood him.

The night went on with such great company, everyone was drunk at this point except for two men; Seongwoo and Minhyun.

As expected, they’re the ones who will take care of the ones who were drunk, both of the two remaining men were a little tipsy but they can still manage.

Minhyun cleaned up a bit while Seongwoo tried to get Jaehwan and Sungwoon to get up and sleep in the room, Jisung already passed out in the couch while the younger ones were still in the guest room playing video games.

As Seongwoo tried to help Minhyun clean up the living room, his phone that was in his back pocket rang.

It was almost 3 in the morning and he was confused as his phone rang, who would be calling him at this time?

“Y/N” appeared as the caller id.

Seongwoo sighed as he answered the phone while Minhyun stood in front of him wiping the table.

“Hello?” Seongwoo answered.

“He-heyyy ba-bbbyy” you drunkenly responded to your bestfriend.

“What? Are you drunk? Where’s your boyfriend?” Seongwoo was worried as he looked at Minhyun who had a confused expression.

“W-what aren’t you m-my boyfriend” you sarcastically laughed. Unfortunately, I’m not, that’s what he thought.

“Where are you right now” Seongwoo said as he tried to wear his coat getting ready to head out.

“I h-have a quick question” you paused and Seongwoo stopped as he sensed the change of tone in your voice as you speak to your phone.

“Why” you sighed “Why did you leave me” letting out a fake laugh. There was a long delay and Seongwoo started to hear a slight sobbing on the other line.

“My dumb ass r-really thought you w-were different. Just b-because I didn’t give you what you w-wanted, you’ll leave me? bullshit” you had your head down on the counter of the bar.

At this point, Seongwoo who was on the other line was becoming furious and anxious, you sighed, “Babe, c-come back to me” you weakly said to the phone.

“Stop begging him to come back. He’s not coming back. Where are you, I’m gonna come and pick you up now. Its and late you’re drunk” Seongwoo said with slight anger that was noticeable in the tone of his voice.

where are you, the only question that you were able to process at the moment

“You’re gonna p-pick me up? I’m at the bar near m-my Ong’s place” after saying where you were, you hung up and went back to the dance floor.

It wasn’t new for Seongwoo to be called “My Ong”, you always called him that. Even if you were in a relationship, you would always call Seongwoo, “My Ong”. It got his hopes up that maybe, maybe one day, you’ll stop wasting your time around guys who didn’t actually treated you the way you should be treated. But as soon as he thought that it was only normal for you to call him that, he lost his hope again.

As soon as he opened the door of the bar, the overwhelming scent of alcohol and the sight of drunk people almost gave him a headache. He wasn’t the type to go out and drink at the club, he would only be here during the times when he needs to pick you up because you’re drunk after breaking up your boyfriend.

He walked in and started to scan the place with his eyes. He was starting to get impatient because he couldn’t spot you in a crowd of people until he spotted a familiar figure dancing with an unfamiliar guy.

Seongwoo became furious upon witnessing this. He tried to stay calm as he stepped closer into the both you dancing.

He felt a slight rage coming into him as the guy you were dancing with was starting to come closer and touchy with you. You personally didn’t like it anymore and decided to leave but, the man you were dancing with gripped your wrist and turned you around .

“Where are you going? We were just starting to have some fun” he smirked as he started to slip his hand around your waist.

You felt kind of scared but you didn’t show him that. “No, I gotta go”, you tried to remove his hand from your wrist and waist.

He pulled you closer and you couldn’t do anything about it because you weren’t strong enough to prevent him from getting closer.

“Come on babe, let’s have some fun”

“I said no, let go of me” you used all of your strength but there was no way to get out until you felt someone grab your wrist and said “She said let go, so you better let go”

You looked stunned to find out who it was. It was Seongwoo and you could see the furiousness from his eyes while he looks at the guy.

The man, however, did not let go of his grip from you. He laughed and said “Who are you to stop me?”

Seongwoo was becoming angrier each second that passes. He tightened his grip on you and pulled you away from the guy. Seongwoo forced a smile as he said “I’m her bestfriend”

The guy you were dancing with laughed as if what Seongwoo said was funny. “You’re just her bestfriend so get out of here”, Seongwoo felt insulted and you felt it.

Ong was about to hit this guy’s face with his fist that curled up because of anger but you stopped him by holding his fist and by going in between the two men.

“And he’s my boyfriend”, you didn’t know what you just said, maybe it was the alcohol that gave you the guts to say that, you didn’t know how you managed to get that out of your mouth but a part of you felt accomplished after saying that.

You felt shy to say it out loud especially because he wasn’t your boyfriend and you didn’t know what he would feel about it. But you noticed that it calmed Seongwoo as you felt his fist loosened.

You turned to him and he looked at you shyly but you decided to intertwine your hands together to really prove it.

Seongwoo felt the heat rush into his face and he felt his ears turn red when he heard what you said. What more did he feel when you held hands?

After stating that he was your boyfriend, the guy was stunned and Seongwoo didn’t wait for him to respond to what you said so he dragged you out of the bar with his hands wrapped around your waist to support you.

The car ride to his apartment was quiet and sort of awkward. It wasn’t usually like this but as soon as the both you entered his apartment, Seongwoo guided you to his bedroom and you sat on his bed.

He hasn’t said anything to you and you were too shy to start the conversation. He gave you one of his shirts and an unused boxer for you to change from your fitted dress.

You looked at him with concern in your eyes but he didn’t make any eye contact with you and after handing you his clothes, he left the room silently.

After changing, you felt better and sober, you sat in his bed and a few seconds later, you heard a knock from the door.

“Come in” you said.

Seongwoo came in with a glass of water and was about to head out right after but he stopped when you said “Can we talk?”

He turned around and sighed, “Talk about what?” He started to walk towards you and you panicked but you realized that he was only going to sit beside you.

“About earlier, I’m really -“ you werent able to finish what you were going to said because he interrupted you.

“Why were you drinking? Again?” he let out a slight sigh.

“I broke up with my boyfriend” you were nervous because you felt the tension in the air as you speak.

Seongwoo stood up and he said, “Well then maybe you should stop dating assholes”, he sounded angry and you knew he was because he started walking towards the door.

“I only date them to forget my feelings for you, do you know how hard that is?” you felt nervous again, ready for what would happen next.

He stopped and turned to look at you with confusion drawn in his face, “What? What did you just say?”

“No, I’m not repeating what I said”, we all know he heard it but as usual, seongwoo was trying to play dumb and pretend he didn’t hear what you just said.

He sat back to where he was sitting, now a little closer than before.

“What? How? Why? How is this possible?” he said to himself trying to avoid any eye contact from you

You felt rejected and you thought that he didn’t feel the same way, “Why? Do you hate me?”

“What? No no no, I mean I feel the same but —“ you interrupted him as he seemed really tensed.

“But what?” you said, “I just can’t believe, I mean, I can because who wouldn’t fall for their bestfriend who’s got everything rig-”

You didnt let him finish talking, you cupped his face with your hands and pressed your lips to his.

Seongwoo gave into the kiss as he’s been waiting for this moment that he never knew would ever happen. His hand wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

The kiss was starting to deepen each second, none of the both of you didn’t want to let go for air until Seongwoo slightly pushed you with a frowning face.

“Don’t kiss me if you’re just going to forget about it in the morning” he wanted more. You both did. But Seongwoo didn’t want to take advantage of you in this state. He wasn’t even sure if your feelings were real or if you just said that because you were drunk.

He stood up from his position but you grabbed his hand which prevented him from walking out. You pulled him back to sit down.

You match his eyes as you slowly place your arms in his shoulders sliding your hands around his neck. You pulled him closer and said, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing now”, you closed the gap in between the two of you and kissed him again.

Things escalated quickly and before you knew it, his hands were already inside his shirt that you were wearing. Hands roaming around your body, each touch sent shivers down your spine.

He slowly took over the situation. He placed you on his lap while your fingers run through his hair, leaving it in a messy state. His hands wrapped around your waist supporting your back as you both aggressively kiss each other like there was no need for air.

Seongwoo gently carries you to lay you on his bed. He pauses for a moment as he was on top of you, he admired how messy you look. A slight smirk on your face and your hair all over the place. Who knew that he would ever be in this type of situation with his beloved bestfriend?

He took off his shirt and he leaned down to kiss your forehead right after. He slowly began to remove your top and he stared at your body for a moment. He pressed his lips on your neck, slightly biting it to leave a mark.

In between your passionate kisses, he stopped and said “I need you” with a burning look of love and lust in his eyes

You hesitated for a bit because it would be your first. But, out of every single guy in this world, your best friend, Seongwoo was the one you trusted the most. You nodded to him, the moment you nodded to him, you knew it was something that you would never regret.

You woke up covered in white sheets with Seongwoo’s hand wrapped around you. Your bare body against his. You buried your face in his chest and pulled him closer to tighten your embrace with each other.

You look up to see him and he was still sleeping. You cherish the moment as you stare at his dreaming face. Remembering what happened last night, you couldn’t help but smile and silently chuckle to yourself.

That slight chuckle managed to wake up Seongwoo though. You pretended to be asleep when you realized that he was finally awake.

You felt seongwoo’s lips on your forehead and you thought it was the signal for you to “wake” up.

“Good morning, love” his morning voice alarmed you and you look up to see him and he had a sweet smile looking down on you.

You pretended to not know what happened so you lifted up the sheets to check if you were wearing something, “Oh my god.. what happened last night..”

Seongwoo’s smile slowly faded into a frown which made you feel guilty but he was so cute with it.

“Oh, I think I should leave you for now so that you can get dressed” he moved away from the position you both were in and was about to get up to leave.

You pulled him back, now facing you with a blank, sad expression on his face, he sighed and said “You really don’t remember anything?”

You laughed at the current situation and you looked at the handsome man infront of you who looked at you with a baffled expression.

“I was just kidding” you paused, “I remember every single bit of it”

Ong’s gloomy expression immediately lightened up and he pulled you into a hug which made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

He pulled back a bit and he looked at you with a sincere face and said “I love you”

You smiled, “I love you too”

Exchanging “I love you’s” seemed surreal. All this time, you both thought that your feelings for each other would stay unrequited but now it’s not because of what unexpectedly happened last night.

Seongwoo’s embrace felt different this time. This time it was more intimate and romantic, not as bestfriends but, finally, as lovers as well. What more can you both wish for? Something about his embrace made you feel so safe and secure, as if no one can hurt you, it felt like home. All this time, this was where you belong, in his arms.

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