#ong seongwoo fanfiction

[starrywinters]

missing — an ong seongwoo fic

requested by @sweetpoisonousmilkshake 

genre: slight horror??? idk, mystery? thrill? yo holY this is just a mess & a flop

based off of this post by @tokyo-coffee 

a/n: happy 300 to me :0 honestly, thanks guys!😫🎉💕 i don’t think i deserve these 300 followers but ((((’: and MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS!🎄

also, legit hope you guys enjoy???? because i don’t like this,,,, no matter how many times i’ve edited this to make it sound better, it just doesnt????

“where are you guys?”

“i’m so lost

.

.

what is happening”

saturday - december 23rd

“breaking news, following after the missing cases of 9 other boys, 22 year old kang daniel has been reported missing after a 24 hour waiting period of no response.”

-zip- closing the tv, seongwoo cannot believe it.

what is happening, the missing 10 people are all his friends

who is behind this and what is their purpose.

for the past two weeks, one of his friends would be reported missing every day of the week, weekends aren’t touched,

guess every criminal needs their breaks too.

-

day 1 - ha sungwoon

december 11th

a group of 11 boys met up at the center of a mall. the best of friends, enjoying themselves around the mall, until…

“hey, guys, i’m going to the restroom, i’ll meet up with you guys in a bit”

“meet up at the food court when you’re done, sungwoon hyung”

“don’t clog the toilet in there HAHAH”

the day goes by and the clock hits 6pm, sungwoon still a no-show

he doesn’t pick up his phone, the boys split up to look in every restroom in the mall

still no sign of sungwoon,

-ding- seongwoo looks at his phone, it’s a message from sungwoon

“1 down, 10 more to go.”

frantically, he dials sungwoon’s number, the person on the other end picks up

“HEY WHERE’S SUNGWOON HYUNG, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT”

and the person hangs up.

day 2 - bae jinyoung

december 12th

“okay everyone, you guys need to stay safe. be on the lookout for anything suspicious,” mother yoon jisung orders

“especially you maknaes, don’t go anywhere without an adult. or walk in crowded places.”

bae jinyoung, a child of mischief, does not listen. he feels like he can protect himself as he’s taking boxing lessons from jihoon,

he leaves his house at the usual time of 4AM, an early head start to school, his only source of light are the street lamps

a white van driving at, probably, 5mph was following him closely from behind,

creeped out he starts walking faster, the van starts driving faster, at this point he’s sprinting to school,

the van zooms by and stops a yard in front of jinyoung. the door slides open and three people steps out, taking bae jinyoung with them.

-ding- “9 more”

day 3 - hwang minhyun

december 13th

“ultra fast delivery? hm” the thing that has caught hwang minhyun’s eyes is an iRobot Roomba 880. issa a vacuum cleaner

the option of it being delivered right away caught his attention as well, placing his order, he expects the vacuum to arrive in 30 mins max, but

a minute later his doorbell rings, “wow i didn’t expect ultra fast delivery to be this quick,”

opening the door, he comes face to face with a masked man, his eyes look somewhat familiar, or am i picturing things

minhyun didn’t even get a word out before the guy places a cloth over his mouth, gasping which is not a good idea minhyun pls, chloroform.

“8”

day 4 - yoon jisung

december 14th

walking home from work, enjoying the fresh air of the night, he doesn’t notice someone suspicious following him.

even though he was the one who told his friends to stay cautious

going on his phone to check up on the news of his missing friends, no luck

no one can find them, the criminals didn’t leave any clues, what smart people.

“i just want my friends back, i want life to be normal again.”

the suspicious person took this opportunity to strike and attacks jisung,

hitting him at the back of his neck i’m sorry jisung ;-; he drops to the ground, unconscious.

dragging jisung away, all that’s left is his phone with a message sent to seongwoo

“7 more”

day 5 - lai guanlin

december 15th

the stress of not being able to communicate well with others as he’s a foreigner has finally hit him.

he feels left out and wants to collect his cool before he bursts out at his friends, thinking going to the beach will satisfy him, he did just that

spending an hour max at the beach swimming and screaming to his heart’s content, has allowed him to calm down

he feels more motivated to learn korean better, to be able to have fun with his friends too.

swimming back to shore, he didn’t notice how far he swam out, stranded in the middle of the ocean he didn’t know where to go

an incoming big wave crashes into him and he drowns, but a boat passes by and saves him

however,

he never makes it home.

“6”

day 6 - park woojin

december 18th

he went to the park where he heard there was a hurdle tournament going on,

saw some online ad and wanted to participate.

he didn’t bother considering it to be a scam since all that was in his head was winning the grand prize of $1000

the event takes place at the time of 6PM and ends at 8

woojin ends up going and upon his arrival, doesn’t see anything set up for a hurdle race

“scam? i was really looking forward to this too,” kicking some nearby rocks, he pouted.

he saw an ice cream truck parked by the park and thinks why not treat himself and make his day better with ice cream?

after getting his ice cream, he turns around, takes a few steps and bumps into someone, “ah sorry”

his ice cream fell in the process, “hey it’s ok why don’t i get you another ice cream?” dragging him to some place unknown, woojin is confused as he’s walking in the opposite direction of the ice cream truck

“i know a really good ice cream place, let’s go”

woojin never gets back home and worries his dorm mates

“5, halfway there.”

day 7 - kim jaehwan

december 19th

jaehwan started out busking as his hobby which soon became his way of living.

the many years of his field of work has never had anything serious happen, sure some delinquents would try to steal his money but he’d find a way to get it back

never in his life has he ever dealt with what’s about to happen to him

a person who self-claims as a manager from a big music entertainment walks up to jaehwan, hands him a card and tells him to go audition,

looking at the information presented on the card, “YMC huh, this sounds a bit sketchy sir,” when he looks up the man had already left

“guess i’ll give it a shot” and shrugs.

after busking, he makes it a mission to go home and rest early to go audition tomorrow, but as he walks home, some guy walks up to him and knocks him out

his guitar falls to the ground and he is taken away to someplace where his other friends are presumably taken to as well.

“4”

day 8 - lee daehwi

december 20th

worried about woojin’s disappearance he went to look for him at the same park that woojin went to,

he unknowingly meets the same guy who took woojin and asks if he’s seen a boy about “yay tall and sounds like a dolphin when he screams”

the guy doesn’t respond and keeps staring at him, wth this guy is so creepy????

“ah i’m guessing you haven’t i’ll take my leave now, thank you for your time.” turning around to leave, he feels a hand take hold of his wrist

“i know where he is,”

“AH REALLY? CAN YOU TAKE ME TO HIM, PLEASE MISTER”

the guy smiles mysteriously, leads daehwi to where woojin is supposedly at and daehwi never ever came back either

“3”

day 9 - park jihoon

december 21st

tired after his boxing competition in london, he packs his bags and waits for his manager to finish whatever he’s doing.

knowing how long this manager usually takes, he finds a place to sit in the lobby of the hotel he resided in, and closes his eyes for a small little nap

a black figure slowly creeps up to him and is about two seats away, reaching out

“hey jihoon-ssi, hey, wake up.” waking up to someone tapping his shoulders, he sees his manager in front of him, “let’s go we’re almost late for our flight”

the black figure has hid behind a newspaper so he wouldn’t get caught,

heading out and arriving at the airport, the manager leaves to go check in for them first, letting jihoon take his time walking

lost in the crowd of people, the same black figure was following jihoon, feeling something was suspicious he walks faster and looks for a restroom to wash his face and clear his mind, thinking he was imagining the feeling

walking into the restroom he unexpectedly gets jumped and gets knocked out by a chloroform cloth, the same black figure getting up and cleaning the ‘dust’ off his hands and pants,

“2”

day 10 - kang daniel

december 24th

coming back from his b-boy practices, he feels a little hungry, going to the convenience store down the street from his house, he buys a few snacks and drinks

walking out of the store with his phone in hand dialing seongwoo’s number, to check in on him and to just chat, he almost crashes into a guy

taking the faster way home, he walks by an alleyway right as seongwoo picks up, and gets dragged inside,

struggling to be set free, he turns and sees the face of his kidnapper,

and finds out who it is as his eyes widens, dropping his phone and his bag of snacks,  

“You- mmph”

“hello? daniel? are you there?”

and he hears a muffled voice speak into the phone,

“1”

-

seongwoo feels frantic, all his friends have gone missing

what will he do now, what if something happens to them, is this all a dream?

is this a christmas prank? this is a cruel prank then

seongwoo, not knowing what to do, wants to cry. not being able to sleep two nights in a row in worry of his friends’ safety.

day 11 - ong seongwoo

december 25th, christmas day

getting up out of his bed, he heads to his living room,

his house looking like a caveman ransacked his place in search for food, he grieves over his friends’ disappearance,

he receives a letter from an unknown person; inside it, in cutout letters from magazines, was spelled out

“0, you are next.”

thanks for reading!♡ omg plus, winter break is almost here, bless. im ready to watch the downfall of my grades throughout this week, ugh finals week im ready to fail every test given to me ((’:

[randomkpopstories]

Ong Seongwoo

Band: Wanna-One

Genre: Fluff/Friendship

Summary: Your best friend Ong Seongwoo tells you that he is going to be a trainee.

"Wooooooooow! Ong Seongwoo you are seriously the best!" you cheered as your best friend and his crew finished their bboying stage. "I have never seen someone so good at popping and locking and...." you went on, trying to recreate his dance moves, but failing miserably at it. The crew only smiled at that, they were already used to your antics and how you were not even able to do the basics at popping. Seongwoo laughed and hugged you, making you stop dancing. “Uuuurgh you are full of sweat! Go away! You seem to be really happy today, what’s up?” you said, pushing him away so you won’t get any stains on your shirt. “I got great news! Come on, let’s get away from here, the boys are so noisy.” He answered, pulling you with him.

“Don’t you want to change first? You’re going to be all smelly.”       “Nope, ain’t nobody got time for that, come on now..”         He dragged you further down the street, not stopping at all.           “Where are we going?” you asked but his “You will see it when we arrive.” Wasn’t very helpful. He sometimes does things like that. Dragging you off to some place he found special enough to show you. Even though you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, due to his busy job at the café and dance rehearsals, it didn’t seem to affect your friendship at all. You had known each other for years, going back to 3rd class at primary school. Right on the first day you noticed he didn’t bring lunch with him and of course shared yours. It was all history from there. Now, several years later, you were still going strong and you knew that it was that type of friendship that would last a life time.           Not really paying attention to where you were heading, the two off you made some small talk. Just the usual “How have you been these days?”. Finally you seemed to arrive at your destination. It was a small building, the grey letters on the front door reading “Fantagio Entertainment”. You looked at Seongwoo, back at the building, again to Seongwoo who was watching your every move, waiting for you to process what he just presented to you. “That’s a music label, isn’t it?” you asked, suddenly remembering to have heard that name in connection with Idol groups. “Yes it is, and now guess who will be their trainee starting next week?” he said, smiling enthusiastically at you. “No way! That can’t be possible!” you looked at him in utter shock.   “No, it’s true, I passed the audition this morning and I’m going to start on Monday.”           You were half expecting this to be some joke of his, but he seemed to be more serious than ever. You definitely looked super funny while processing the news. Most likely like that sloth in Zoomania. Your face slowly lit up, eyes getting bigger and bigger.       “OH! MY! GOD! Ong Seongwoo! You are going to be an Idol! My best friend is going to be an Idol! The best Idol who ever graced this world.” You practically screamed at the night sky. “Wow, so incredible, my best friend will someday beat all the other groups and take over the world, I swear!”         Jumping up and down out of happiness you looked at Seongwoo biting back his laughter. “Oh come on, Y/N, it will take years of training for me to even get the chance to debute…”, “Nananananana don’t be so negative, you will do it, just remember how well you dance already.” You interrupted him, again starting to dance. “Just like pam, pam, pam, some popping and locking and every girl in South Korea …. Ah in the whole world will swoon just hearing your name!” You were sure of it; he definitely had the looks and the character to be something big. “Come on Ong-Idol, let’s celebrate this, my treat for good old times’ sake!”, now you where the one dragging him off into the dark streets of a city that never went to sleep. Knowing very well that, even though the two of you might not see each other very often, Ong Seongwoo was not someone to forget his friends. And just like it was today, when his time to shine came around, you would be there in the crowd popping and locking to celebrate the human being you had the honor to call your best friend.

[imagineproduce101]

Strip That Down

You first meet Ong Seongwoo at a strip club, not amused by his silk shirt and easy smiles. However, you’re soon exposed to the other sides of his personality, and find yourself genuinely enjoying his company.

for anon who requested stripper!ong

i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong��s lane

not much like sexy times bc this turned into a lowkey ‘let’s humanize ppl who work in the sex industry bc they’re too often overlooked/stigmatized’ work

You huffed, staring down intently at the book you had out, doing your best to block out the loud music blaring in the background

“(y/n), you’re so lame,” your best friend complained, hitting on the shoulder

 You rolled your eyes, briefly looking up at the stage

Your best friend, who had recently turned 21, dragged you and the rest of your friend group to a male strip club to celebrate her adulthood, much to your chagrin

 “whatever,” you muttered, going back to the book you’d been reading for your English class

You’d only really gone along with the plan to appease your friend—you had absolutely no interest in male strippers

There wasn’t anything wrong with strippers themselves, you just weren’t super into the atmosphere personally

“oh my god,” your friend hissed, hitting you again, this time much more violently

“what?” you asked, not bothering to look up from your book

“look up!” your best friend hissed, still hitting you violently

your eyes raised slowly from the text in front of you, meeting the piercing, intense gaze of one of the men dancing on stage

his body was lithe as he moved fluidly, hips grinding to the slow beat that had been playing for the dancers’ set

“oh my god, he’s staring at you,” your friends squealed, hitting you excitedly

you watched as he lifted his shirt, moving his body to the smooth rhythm as he exposed his abs amidst the hordes of screaming girls

however, the entire time, his eyes never left yours

you quirked an eyebrow, turning your attention back to your book

however, you were forced to look up again when cheers erupted once more

the guy was slowly taking off his shirt, still staring at you with a seductive look

shaking your head, you lifted your book and tried to block out the noise

“we’re gonna head to the bathroom, (y/n),” your friend informed you, standing up

you nodded, waving them off and assuring your friends that you’d watch their things

the music was still loud, but the dancers before, including the one that had been staring at you, were no longer onstage, and you turned back to your book

you’d managed to get through a chapter and were starting on the next when you realized that someone was standing in front of you, blocking your source of light

it was the dancer from earlier, and you lifted an eyebrow in confusion

“you know, i’ve never seen someone pay to get into a strip club and proceed to ignore the dancers,” he said with a smirk, meeting your gaze intensely

he was handsome, and you felt your stomach flutter a bit but ignored it, reminding you that being flirtatious was part of his job

his voice was smooth and rough at the same time, almost like velvet

“i’m here for a friend,” you explained, wanting to just get back to your book

“i’d like to offer you a complimentary private show,” he said smoothly, giving you a wink

you just stared back at him, confused

“my boss is getting irritated with you; it looks bad for business,” he said hastily, “but whaddya say to the private show? i know you don’t want to be here, but i’ve heard that i can be very convincing.”

“they’ll go,” your best friend said, shoving you towards the guy

you stumbled a bit and he reached out to straighten you, your stomach fluttering as his hand tightened around your shoulder

you rolled your eyes but let yourself get pulled to one of the back rooms, still skeptical to the whole situation

he showed you where to sit and strutted over to start playing his choice of music

you wrinkled your nose as ‘the way’ by kehlani started playing, not wanting your favorite song to be forever tied to such a strange memory

he began dancing to the music fluidly, and you felt incredibly awkward as he got closer to you, eyes boring intensely into your own

you felt your face blush a bit as he got even closer, averting your eyes as  he yanked his shirt off in one fell swoop, unsure of what to do

he was so close that you could see every detail of his skin-- the small scar on his collarbone, the tattoo on his rib, swirling letters that spelled out--

“is that an edgar allen poe tattoo?” you blurted out as he began thrusting his hips, ruining the moment entirely

without thinking, your finger was running over the letters that spelled out ‘nevermore’, appreciating the tattoo

“it is, actually,” the dancer smiled, looking down at it, “the raven was the first poem i truly enjoyed, it’s what got me into poetry, actually.”

“you’re into poetry?” you asked, impressed

“why, surprised that some run-of-the-mill stripper like me can appreciate the finer arts?” the dancer asked with a slight sneer

“that’s not what I meant,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at how defensive he’d gotten, “i just haven’t met many people my age who are into poe. he’s kinda dark”

as the dancer-- seongwoo, as he introduced himself-- tugged his shirt back on, the ‘private show’ completely forgotten, he told you about how he was majoring in business at the local university that you attended as well

“i’m a literature major,” you explained, “why aren’t you majoring in lit, if you love poetry so much?”

“parents didn’t approve,” seongwoo sighed, running a hand through his perfectly gelled inky black hair

the two of you sat there for a while, talking about what books you’d read recently and giving each other suggestions

“ong, finish up! it’s been over an hour!” someone yelled, pounding on the door to the room that you and seongwoo were sitting in

seongwoo looked startled and checked his phone, eyes widening when he realized how long he’d been talking with you

“i should probably get back on the job,” seongwoo said ruefully, getting to his feet, “but hey, it was nice talking to you.”

“seongwoo,” you said tentatively before he stepped out into the loud club, “the coffee shop that I work at has open mic nights. every tuesday at seven. you should go sometime.”

seongwoo looked at you thoughtfully, a small smile dancing on his lips

“i’ll think about it,” he replied

“you should do it,” you insisted, “i can be very convincing.” 

seongwoo chuckled at the way that you used his own words against him, giving you a quick wink before striding off down the hall, confidence and facade back on again.

you smiled at that, pleasantly surprised at what an interesting person seongwoo was

however, you were still surprised to hear that velvety voice as you wiped down a counter at the coffee shop the next tuesday

“i guess you are pretty convincing.”

“seongwoo, you came!” you smiled over at him widely, tucking the rag into your pocket

“you fit the vibe of this place pretty well,” he commented, eyes scanning over the warm browns and tan of the coffee shop decor before running up and down your sweater and boots combo

“well, you fit the vibe of the club pretty well,” you shot back with a grin, feeling more flirty now that you were in your element, “Mr. Chic.”

seongwoo just grinned at that, ruffling his hair

you took the chance to take in his appearance, appreciating how good he looked in a sweatshirt and jeans, dark hair falling into his eyes

it was a nice contrast from the silk shirt, leather pants and pushed back hair you’d first seen him in, but you didn’t know which look you liked more

“you can find a seat, i can make you a drink if you’d like,” you informed him, “the open mic will start in about ten minutes.”

“i’ll take an iced americano,” seongwoo replied, sending you a quick smile

you nodded, hurrying behind the bar to get his shot started

seongwo ended up going closer to the end of the night, sharing a short but extremely well-written poem 

it was very intriguing, and spoke of conflicted emotions and the struggle between loyalty to others and oneself

you were reminded of what he’d told you a few nights ago, about his parents not approving of him majoring in literature

“you’re a really good writer,” you informed seongwoo as you closed up the cafe for the night

seongwoo had insisted on sticking around, sipping the dregs of his iced espresso

he blushed at the compliment, his ears turning red

“really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow

from the few interactions you’d had with him, you’d definitely got the feeling that he was a confident man, so you were surprised to see him seem so vulnerable

“yes, really,” you laughed, shaking your head, “the girls were swooning over you-- you really have a way with words.”

“well, you know what else makes the girls swoon?” he asked with a grin, before turning away quickly

when he turned back, you burst out laughing at the sight of his ears folded in, a huge shit-eating grin on his face

“which side do you want me to unfold first?” he asked playfully

“are you serious?” you asked between wheezes, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at the image in front of you

“yes, i’m serious,” he said with a grin, “which side?”

“left, I guess.”

you laughed even harder as he unfolded the left ear, making a clicking sound effect to go along with it before doing the same with the right

“you’re truly unique, seongwoo,” you said as you turned off the lights in the cafe, still chuckling a bit

when the two of you got to your bus stop, seongwoo stopped, looking at you seriously

“(y/n),” he said, looking down at you, “thank you for tonight.”

you looked up at him, surprised at his serious tone, “it’s nothing! you clearly really enjoy poetry, i just informed you of an outlet.”

“still,” he insisted, “most of my own friends find it hard to believe that the jokester who doesn’t take school seriously would be interested in poetry, let alone some random person whose first impression of me was me grinding on thin air at a strip club. thank you for not judging me.”

“hey,” you frowned, bumping his shoulder, “just because you’re a stripper doesn’t mean you’re not a person. it’s a way to get money, and if you’re comfortable with it, then it’s not my place to judge.”

seongwoo looked down at you thoughtfully, a small smile crossing his lips

“still. thank you.”

you then realized how close the two of you were, your eyes going down to his pink lips and then back to his warm brown eyes, his ears a bit pink

“(y/n),” he said tentatively, before sucking in a breath of air and exhaling it with a hiss, “ah, never mind.”

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “jesus christ, seongwoo, you’re not slick. just ask me on a date already.”

he looked down at you with eyes wide, cheeks bright pink

“well, will you go on a date with me?”

“yes, idiot,” you said with a smile, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips

later that night, over text, seongwoo revealed why he’d been so apprehensive to ask you out

i’ve never met someone so unapologetically themselves

and you were the first person to not judge me for what i do

i didn’t want to lose that just because i had feelings for you

and each and every day of your relationship, you did your best to remind seongwoo that he was an incredibly amazing person, because no matter how intense his ‘confident guy’ mask was, you knew that inside, he was a worried, slightly anxious guy like everyone else around you

moral of this story: even if a person appears to be super confident, they are probably still very insecure on the inside

seongwoo has actually talked about this before (idk what exact source) but yeah i think it’s just important to keep in mind

[dae-vil]

1 New Message

Member: Ong Seongwoo

Genre: Idol!AU

Warnings: None

A/N: Ong Cheong-ie is the nickname Seongwoo himself wrote on their self-written profiles. Meongcheong is the Korean word for idiot so the free translation of his nickname would be “Idiot Ong,” meant in a cute, non-offensive way. 

Ding!

You lifted your head up, looking at the phone that made the noise. You just came back from the hardest practice you ever experienced and were in no mood to chat with anyone. The debut of your group iMAGE wasn’t as successful as Fantagio Entertainment, the company you were under, expected, which is also the reason why they made you work twice as hard. At least they let you all keep your phones. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have even signed the contract.

>>1 New Message From: Ong Cheong-ie<<

An annoyed groan escaped your mouth as you facepalmed. “I swear if Seongwoo sent me another one of his selfies…,“ you trailed off, recalling the amount of pictures of himself he sends you on a daily basis.

Since both you and Seongwoo were under Fantagio, it was only natural that you met each other. The first time you saw him was around 8 months ago. Back then he was a new trainee, but he certainly wasn’t shy like most of the newbies were. He was the one to initiate conversation, and the two of you quickly formed a strong friendship bond, meeting each other outside the company as well. Since you weren’t put under the spotlight even after your debut, you didn’t have to worry about meeting Seongwoo and having dating rumors. After all, who would want to read dating rumors about idols they don’t even know?

Seongwoo's popularity rose quickly once he appeared on Produce 101 and you had to admit that you were slightly jealous. He didn’t have a lot of time during the filming of the show, so the only way for the two of you to communicate was through text messages, but after Produce 101 had ended, you went to congratulate him for 5th place in person. It was just a quick meet up since he had a busy schedule now thanks to Wanna One, but you were glad to see him. You missed him, there was no point in lying.

>> Ong Cheong-ie

(Y/N), check this out

You weren‘t quite sure what he meant by that, but just when you were about to ask him what you were supposed to check out, he sent a link to some gossip website.

As soon as you saw the article on the front page, your eyes grew to the size of plates, not able to believe what you were currently looking at. “[Breaking] Dispatch releases photos of Wanna One's Ong Seongwoo and iMAGE's Raen caught on dates.“ You gulped, your finger running over the name Raen, your stage name. You felt your heart speed up, the information settling into your brain. “No, (Y/N), this is no time to be admiring the fact that there’s an article about you,“ the next thing you did was look at the photos. As expected, most of them were from the day you congratulated him, but surprisingly there were lots of photos from your trainee days as well. Looks like Dispatch did their work after all, they just waited for the right time to publish it.

Sweat started to form at the back of your neck as you quickly scrolled down to see the comments. “Oh no, I’m going to get so much hate… I’m surely going to get hate!“ you muttered under your breath nervously, but stopped when you saw the first comment.

Meganisgreat

Oh my god, they look so cute together! I totally ship it!! #Raewoo

You continued to scroll, seeing a few hate comments here and there from some jealous fans who couldn’t get over the fact that their dear kpop husband breathed near a female being, but other than that, everyone was gushing over how the two of you looked great together.

Seongwooshoekris

If I can’t marry Seongwoo, then let Raen marry him. #Raewoo

Nattydeservesbetter

#Raewoo IS MY NEW OTP! #WineMomSupports

Achiii

I can’t wait to see more #Raewoo interactions, they seem really close!

Rachelisbae

I seriously hope they’re dating. #Raewoo just confirm your relationship.

Heyitslaura

(Y/N) looks so happy with him! I hope #Raewoo is real.

A warm feeling spread through your body at the sight of your real name used in one of the comments. You knew that person was a fan of iMAGE. Since most of the people didn’t even know who you were, they simply used the stage name that was written in the article, but your few fans always called the members by their real names.

“I can’t believe Wannables accepted me that easily,“ you let out a shaky breath followed by chuckling. You might or might not made your fellow members turn around and walk away from the shared room before they even entered. Jaehwan isn’t the only one with a psycho laugh.

You noticed that the hashtag Raewoo appeared a lot and it made you wonder just how popular it was. Before you became a trainee, you were a fangirl of many groups, so of course, you knew it was a ship name. You quickly went on Twitter only to see that #Raewoo was currently trending. You checked your other SNS, but the result was pretty much the same everywhere. Other sites already caught up, publishing their own articles about the relationship between you and Seongwoo.

“Wanna One’s popularity is no joke,“ you looked over various tweets, pictures, comments, etc. A lot of the people who shipped you two soon started posting more, and the content made you smile.

Therealjustine

I just checked out iMAGE. WHY DIDN’T I HEAR ABOUT THEM SOONER?!

Mynameisnotelena

I’M CRYING iMAGE IS SO UNDERRATED, SHINE MY BABIES

Queennaz

Can I finally say that I stanned a group before they got big? You go iMAGE!

Peachitea

but can we talk abOUT HOW GOOD iMAGE’S NEWEST SONG IS??

Numberonestancarina

Decided to listen to iMAGE’s song. 0:00 and I already know I’m stanning.

Sweggymeike

Drop everything you’re doing and go check out iMAGE. Thank me later.

Your phone buzzed again, signalizing that you had another new message.

>> Ong Cheong-ie

Should we tell them?

<< (Your Nickname)

Nah, let them dream. 

[johnny-j-suh]

Falling for you ( Ong Seongwoo scenario )

Hi everyone!

So this is my first Wanna One imagine starring * drum rolls * ONG SEONGWOO. I came up with a Soulmate!AU because i’m a cliché and also a sucker for those.

Prompt : In which you’re born with half a tattoo on your body and the tattoo only becomes a whole when you meet your soulmate.

Genre : SoulmateAU!

Warning : None.

Word count : 2,781

It kind of sucks but i hope you’ll enjoy it anyways! Also I apologize in advance for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language but please feel free to point it out so i can improve.

You plopped down onto the mattress without bothering taking off your jacket. You just came home from your parents restaurant where you helped around all day since one of the employee broke their arm and couldn’t work anymore. The room was only lightened by a lamp on your bedside table projecting shaking shadows on the walls. The rain pouring outside soothed your tired body as you suppressed a yawn, streching your heavy and sore limbs. You rolled onto your stomach, absently scratching the mark on your left shoulder. Your tattoo looked like some sort of compass, ornated by a black and white circle in the middle of the tattoo, reminding you of the yin and yang sign minus the dots in the drawing, it was encircled by three circles and adorned with precise lines running up half your shoulder, leaving the other half  irretrievably bare and empty. 

You lazily propped yourself on your elbows and opened your laptop, automatically logging on the forum you spent most of your time on. 

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has entered the chatroom *  [11:27pm]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Ong are you there ? I had the most exhausting day ever and i need to relax. [11:27pm]

* ItsOngNotHong has entered the chatroom * [11:29pm]

ItsOngNotHong : What is it that i hear? Do you, perhaps, need me ? [11:29pm]

You chuckled at the boy’s dramatic antic, sitting properly on your messy bed. The noise of the city drifting through the open window, somehow made you feel less alone, and as your tattoo itched again you imagined what life would be like with a soulmate. Today was the kind of long day and exhausted that makes you question every single thing you’ve ever done in your life, if you’ve ever taken any good decisions at all. At only 19 years old, you were already making a statement of your short life and, as you stared blankly at the computer screen, lightening your tired face with its sharp light, you caught yourself wondering if you really wanted to meet your significant other.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : I don’t even know why i come up to you first when i need to laugh. [11:30pm]

ItsOngNotHong : Because i’m really, amazingly, extremely, overwhelmingly funny ? Also you don’t have friends. [11:30pm]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Okay first of all you’re really, amazingly, extremely, overwhelmingly stupid and second of all i do have friends, ask Daniel we texted all day. [11:31pm]

You met Daniel through Ong who introduced you to one another as Daniel also spent time on the forum, less than Seongwoo though, who, despite being a college student, seemed to have a lot of time to waste.

ItsOngNotHong : You text him more than me... :( [11:31pm]

ItsOngNotHong : Stop stealing my best friend. [11:32pm]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Hahaha are you sure he’s not your soulmate ? [11:33pm]

You sit back, tapping your fingers against your knee. You’ve only been talking to Ong for about a year but to you it felt like more than that. You’ve always found him quite entertaining and careless, something you could only admire as the introvert you were. Chatting through forums helped you show a side of you you were too shy to share with the real world. It made you feel less lonely. Ong made you feel less lonely. Although you denied it for quite a long time, this boy was the sole reason why you were reluctant about meeting your other half. More than that, you were afraid he would find his before you. You were scared he would leave you. Ong made you feel supported and listened, and his kindness towards you never failed to make your heart flutter.

ItsOngNotHong : Do you want me to send you memes of me and Jisung ? We went to a horror house and the pictures taken inside are GOLD, Jisung screams like a girl. [11:34pm]

Of course Ong, as the confident boy he was, had already sent tons of pictures of himself and his friends, you even knew all of their names by now, and calling him handsome wouldn’t do justice to the beauty that is this man. He just had the kind of overflowing charisma that drows you like a butterly to the light. And you wouldn’t mind burning your wings. You often caught yourself wishing for Seongwoo to be your soulmate, seeing how you two matched so well, before pushing the thought to the back of your mind whispering to yourself how stupid you were. You didn’t even know where his tattoo was situated, let alone what it looked like. You never really talked about soulmates anyway, sometimes joking over Daniel being his potential soulmate but it’s always as far as it would get.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Stop playing, i bet you were even more scared than he was. [11:34pm]

ItsOngNotHong : I’m a manly man Y/N, i don’t get scared. [11:35pm]

You could easily imagine Ong swelling his chest with pride, a silly smile playing on his bright features.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Don’t you scream when you see bugs tho?? Anyway sleep is calling, talk to you tomorrow :) ? [11:36pm]

ItsOngNotHong : IT HAPPENED ONE TIME! And to be fair that mosquito was really huge... Goodnight Y/N, sweet dreams. [11:37pm]

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has left the chatroom * [11:38pm]

Seongwoo sat back in his chair, staring at the red dot next to your username. Somewhere in the appartement, he could hear the soft melody of Sewoon’s guitar, one of his roomates, playing. He sighed, putting his hands behind his head, exhaling slowly. His eyes trailed over your words one more time, imagining how your fingers would look like, dancing on the keyboard, a small smile on your lips as you read the words, his words, he wrote for you. 

Ong Seongwoo was whipped. And he very much knew it.

'’ You know, you should think about confessing to her, i’m tired of seeing you look at your computer like a kicked puppy whenever she leaves the chatroom. ‘’ 

Guanlin snickered at Daniel’s comment, not bothering to look up from the television where a pretty tough mario kart game was displaying, both boys engulfed in the game, racing like their lives were on the line.

‘‘ Yah Guanlin-ah, don’t you have a soulmate to take care of instead of hanging out in our dorm and disrespecting your hyung ? ‘‘

Guanlin sticked out his tongue, out of pure concentration, slightly bending to the right to master as best as possible an arduous turn.

‘‘ Can’t. Seonho is at a family meeting and won’t be home until Friday. ‘‘

‘‘ Are you really not going to confess though ? ‘‘ Asked Jisung curiously, plopping on the couch between Guanlin and Daniel. Ong sighed for what seemed like the thousand time in five minutes, absently tracing the rain drops on the window with his long fingers.

‘‘ How could i ? I don’t even know if she lives in Korea nor if i’m her soulmate. Hell she could already have met hers ! I would look like a complete idiot... ‘‘

Jisung patted his shoulder, looking pitifully at his friend.

You tightened your jacket around your shivering form, one hand burried deep in your pocket while the other was busy checking the message you just gotten from Ong. Spring was coming around but the strong wind bitting your sensitive skin made you feel like it was still the middle of January. You regretted leaving your scarf at home.

* ItsOngNotHong has entered the chatroom * [10:14am]

ItsOngNotHong : Hey Y/N, are you sleeping ? [10:14am]

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has entered the chatroom * [10:15am]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Hi, no i’m not! But aren’t you supposed to be in class right now ? [10:15am]

ItsOngNotHong : I’m pretending to take notes on my computer, Minhyun has been threatening to rat me out to the teacher since i started playing Super Mario 20mins ago. [10:16am]

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : Yah Ong Seongwoo, don’t you wanna graduate ?! [10:16am]

ItsOngNotHong : Of course i do! I’m just counting on my natural talent ;)[10:16am]

ItsOngNotHong : Hey what about you ? Aren’t you in class at this hour ? [10:17am]

You pushed open the door’s restaurant, greeting your mother with a hug as soon as you got in. At only 8 in the morning the restaurant was pretty much deserted. A soft song was playing in the background, perfectly matching with the cosy atmosphere of comfy homemade food restaurant on a rainy day.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : I only have class this afternoon, so i’m gonna help my parents with the restaurant until school starts. [10:18am]

ItsOngNotHong : Such a nice and helpful girl, that’s the Y/N i know! [10:19am]

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a giggle, while making your way to the locker room to get your apron and your name tag.

Kotonoha_n0_niwa : lol, my shift’s starting soon, talk to you later loser. [10:20am]

* Kotonoha_n0_niwa has left the chatroom * [10:20am]

ItsOngNotHong : So cruel... :( [10:21am]

‘‘ Ah really, that was the most boring class ever ‘‘ Jisung started complaining as soon as the class ended, earning himself a death glare from the teacher. ‘‘ Also i’m so hungry, my stomach kept growling during the lesson. ‘‘ 

‘‘ Daehwi and Samuel texted me asking if we wanted to eat at that ramen place downtown, next to the mall. ‘’ 

Daniel texted them back confirmation after the trio agreed on going there. Ong drove his two friends at the place, since he was the only one with a driver licence, Jisung claiming that he kept riding his bike to ‘‘ protect the environment, thank you very much ‘‘ when really he had just given up after failing for the 5th time.

It was about twelve when they arrived at the restaurant. The rain had stopped pouring and the sun was peering behind a curtain of gray clouds. From what Ong could see from the bay windows, the restaurant wasn’t too crowded, way less than the mall where people kept flooding in and out the building like a river stream.

Ong took off his hood, flattening his messy brown hair with his hand. He looked at his reflection in the glass, his chocolate brown eyes meeting the back of a girl setting a plate in front of a customer. At the sight, his tattoo started itching, sending chills down his left arm. Seongwoo paid it no mind, absently scratching the compass through his thick layers of clothes. 

The three boys entered, immediately spotting Daehwi and Samuel, both waving at them with a grin plastered on their faces. Samuel and Daehwi were both a year younger than them, but that didn’t stop them from hanging from time to time, when they weren’t busy with finals or any other college activities. The two soulmates greeted them happily, their shooting star marks both visible on the back of their hands.

Seongwoo gazed at their matching tattoo, wondering what Y/N’s mark looked like.

The day went by smoothly, as you took care of your customers, mostly regulars and a handful of college students as Seoul’s public university wasn’t far. Soon, noon kicked off and your stomach woke up, growling like a hound. Taking it as a cue to take your break, you went to the back, a cup of instant noodles in your hand.

‘‘ Ah... Eating cupped noodles in a ramen restaurant, if that isn’t a shame. ‘‘

You wolfed down your excuse of a healthy meal, feeling the warmth of the chicken broth warming up your insides. You jumped on your feet as your heard the door bell ring, signaling the arrival of new customers. You walked to a table at the back of the restaurant, occupied by four boys, a seat remained vacant but you knew was occupied for the jacket laying on the back of the sofa.

‘‘ Hi guys, what can i get for you ? ‘‘ You slightly bowed at them, a pen in one hand, ready to write down their orders.

A boy with blond hair, who looked a few years younger than you, stated all the orders, his hand remaining locked with the boy next to him who was softly smiling at what looked like his soulmate, as their tattoos indicated.

‘‘ I’ll get that done for you as soon as possible ! ‘‘ You smiled gently at the couple, bowing once again at the group of friends before turning around, still scribbling the drinks they previously ordered.

As your turned tail, you didn’t notice a boy going full speed on you, his eyes focused on his overfilled glass of water while you didn’t glance one bit from your notebook.

You felt your body jerked away as a cold wave of water came crashing on your sweatshirt and face, splashing your notebook at the same time. You let out a scream before you stumbled on your feet and ended up on your butt, soaking wet.

‘‘ What the he- ‘‘ You glared at the person who got you in this miserable state and froze mid-sentence, mouth wide open, water dripping from your hair. The guy finally looked down at you, stopping his movements right on track, his left hand halway outstretched to help you get up on your feet.

You quickly rose up, taking in the features of your internet friend, still in shock. If the guy was charismatic on picture, he was drop dead gorgeous in rea life. His brown hair was messy, his bright chocolate brown eyes widened in shock, mouth agape, his perfect white teeth visible.

‘‘ O-ong ? Is that you ? ‘‘ You suttered, unaware of the questionning looks of the four boys in the back.

Seongwoo’s face broke into a huge grin before he engulfed you in a hug, whispering how jinjja, daebak it was to finally meet you. He apologized a few times asking if you were okay as you wiggled away from his arms, embarassed and worried you might get him wet too. You felt your shoulder and whole body heat up at the contact, but ignored the tingling in your arm as you proceed to wipe the water from your notebook.

‘‘ I can’t believe we’re finally meeting and the first thing you do is spill water all over me. ‘‘ You laughed, voice still trembling from the shock.

‘‘ Wait you’re Y/N ? THE Y/N from the forum ? ‘‘ Asked Jisung, whom you recognized from meme pictures Ong sent you a while ago.

‘‘ Ong won’t shut up about you ! ‘‘ Added one of the blond haired guy, mockingly smiling at a frozen Seongwoo behind you.

You awkwardly laughed at the boy’s sentence, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks.

‘‘ Guys stop bothering her. ‘‘ Seongwoo whined. He handed you a napkin, apologizing once again for running into you and spilling his water on your clothes and notebook. You stripped off your sweatshirt using the napkins to absorb the little water that went on your tank top. You heard a hand clasped against a mouth as Samuel let out a loud ‘‘ Oh!! my!! god!! ‘‘ earning few disapproval glances from customers.

You lifted up your gaze curiously, your eyes catching a glimpse of your mark now brightly shinning, sending waves of heat in your shoulder.

‘‘ You’ve got to be kidding me... ‘‘ Whispered/yelled Daehwi as Daniel  signaled to everyone to look at Ong’s mark that was shinning as well under his gray shirt.

You felt your heart stopped and quickened as you took a proper look at Ong’s tattoo that had the form of a compass, with a black and white circle in the middle, lines and circles graciously running up his muscular shoulder. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you could’ve sworn the whole restaurant could hear it.

Soon enough the shinning ceased, leaving two full and identical marks on your respective shoulders.

‘‘ D-do you mean that... ? ‘‘

Ong Seongwoo was your soulmate. Your internet friend, to whom you developped genuine feelings for, was your soulmate. The guy who just spilled water all over you was your soulmate. Jisung got you out of your trance as he got up on his seat and yelled that one of his best friend had just found their soulmate.

The restaurant exploded with applause, cheering for the two of you as you looked down, furiously blushing at the sudden attention. You felt a hand wrapped around yours, squeezing it lightlty, you looked up, meeting with a lovely pair of deep chocolate eyes.

‘‘ So now, I guess you could say you fell for me, right ? ‘‘

[timextoxhajima]

Masterlist/Navigation (or whatever you want to call it)

I've been writing for about 5 years now, so I have a bunch of work all over the place, including Asianfanfics (AFF), Wattpad and Tumblr. 

Most my work on AFF and Wattpad are really long and can span up to 20 chapters so maybe I’ll end up shifting some over to Tumblr when I get a larger pool of readers, but for now I’ll only be actively posting one shots (NCT One Shot Series and my Playlist Feels collection)

If you’re interested in checking out the longer pieces of work, you can head over to AFF and search up ‘Timetohajima’, otherwise I’ve created a link in my bio for your convenience :D (or you could just click it cause I decided to hyperlink it anyway, I know laziness by heart)

If you’re used to Wattpad, then you can find me there with ‘_timetohajima_’ but not all my works are there because Wattpad’s kinda scary...

Hit keep reading if you’re interested to find out more (though I highly doubt anybody’s got the time to read the stuff...). I’ll be including links and where to find those pieces of work because I know the content posted on AFF/Wattpad/Tumblr serves different audiences, so I won’t swamp Tumblr with my novels. I’ll also be including the genre, characters, the subscriber counts and an excerpt so you can decide whether they are worth a read. 

DISCLAIMER: All of my longer works have OCs that are usually ‘played’ by other idols. This just means I’m simply using their faces according to the theme/idea of the fic, and I’m not mindlessly shipping/pairing them together. 

If you’re still here, know that I appreciate you being remotely interested in my work and like I said in a previous post, you’re always welcome to run away with me. <3

- Love, Timetohajima

EVERY THING I’VE DONE:

- NOVELS (AFF and Wattpad)

- EVERYTHING TUMBLR 

[historical-loves00kdrama]

ORIGINAL ART FOR MY SEULRENE, 2YEON, MICHAENG, RYURYEONG, KWONCHANGE FANFICTION:

The Altar of the Monarchs

https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1460673/the-altar-of-the-monarchs

[jbjsflower]

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.

[strawbaehwi]

there he was — ong seongwoo bullet au ;; pt. 1

his friends went missing one by one. little did you know he was next. he was the love of your life, the one you wish to be with until death. but all that could be changed by a letter.

requested by @sweetpoisonousmilkshake ! thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoyed what I wrote for you! sorry for taking literally 8 months to write this. and since i took so long i promise to make it up to you with a second part! i gave up on writing for a while because i had no inspiration or confidence whatsoever, but my dear friend recently helped me gain confidence to write again! and no i will not be taking another 8 months to write the second part :’))

cr: @tokyo-coffee 

original post here

“pay attention in class!” you yelled at seongwoo as he ran out the door

you and seongwoo have been dating for about 4 years

you were older than him by one year so you were already done with college

as you were on your way to the bus stop for work, you decided to check the mailbox

there was a letter for seongwoo

because you were almost late for work, you didn’t get a chance to be nosy and open it

the day flew by fast, which you were happy about because that meant you got to be with seongwoo sooner

“i’m home,” you said as you locked the door behind you

“how was work?” he asked

“same old, same old. how were your classes?,” you asked as you threw your purse on the couch

“same old, same old,” he said as he smirked at you

“oh yeah, you got a letter in the mail today,” you said while sitting down

“thanks for getting the mail,” he said as he pinched your nose

you gave him the letter as you started to prepare for dinner

he opened the letter as he was drinking water

as you were boiling some water, you heard a loud noise

“what’s going on?” you asked as you went out into the living room to see the commotion

there was shattered glass on the floor as the water poured over the letter

and there he was, in shock

“is everything okay?” you asked

he didn’t answer

all he did was hug you

very tightly

as if he was scared to lose you

you tried to break away from the hug, but he wouldn’t let go

“hey, what’s wrong?” you asked

he still wouldn’t answer

after a while, he let go of the hug as he sat down on the couch

“why are you acti-” you were saying before you got cut off

“promise me you’d love me regardless of what happens to me?” he asked

“what type of question is that? of course silly,” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair

“if one day, i went missing, what would you do?” he asked

“search the entire world to find you,” you said while bringing your hand down from his hair to cup his cheek

“what if i died,” he asked, looking up at you

“oh my god, do not say that,” you said as your eyes widened

“what if i died,” he repeated

“i’d be very sad,” you answered

“why?” he asked as he pulled your hand down from his cheeks and held it

“you’re the most important thing to me, of course i’d be sad,” you said

“if something bad happens to me one day. whether if i died or went missing, promise me you’d move on. find someone who’s better than me. achieve your dreams and become a successful woman. live your life with no regrets. take care of yourself,” he said

“nothing’s going to happen to you, i’m sure of it. now let’s order takeout, i actually don’t really want to cook today,” you said as you grabbed your phone out of your purse

after dinner, you guys went immediately to sleep

he hugged you tighter than he usually did that night

something was off, you knew that

but you didn’t worry about it much because you were quite tired

the long night that passed by felt like a two hour nap

seongwoo had to leave early because he had to attend his school trip to jeju island for a week

during that week, everything seemed normal

normal, but slow

you missed seongwoo a lot and couldn’t wait for the week to end

after the painfully slow week went by, seongwoo would come home

you prepared all his favorite dishes for him because you just cherished him that much

*ding dong*

“you’re finally ho-” you said as you opened the door

standing there was not seongwoo, but rather was someone you’ve never seen before

“who are you?” you asked

“good evening, my name is kim jaehwan. I’m one of seongwoo’s friends. may i come in?” he asked

“of course,” you said as he dragged seongwoo’s belongings in

“what brings you here today?” you asked

“seongwoo he...well we lost him,” jaehwan said

“what do you mean?” you asked

“he went missing,” he said

“how?!” you questioned

“well you’ll find out all about it soon,” he said

“what do you mean??” you asked

“it’s late. i must leave. i have to cntact his parents as well,” he said as he opened the door

“please explain this to me, i’m begging you,” you said as tears fell down your cheeks

“good luck,” he said and closed the door

to be continued —

[suga-weregoingdown]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wanna One (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Park Jihoon/Park Woojin Characters: Park Jihoon, Park Woojin, all the members appear briefly, Yoon Jisung, Ha Sungwoon, Hwang Minhyun, Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwu, Kim Jaehwan, Bae Jinyoung, Lee Daehwi, Lai Guanlin Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation Summary:

Woojin tips Jihoon’s head up to look at him. He’s beautiful. And close, way too close. His eyes are dark and his lips are parted a little bit, a perfect slot for Woojin to lick into.

//Back with another unbetaed fic to try and get off my writer’s block. Please support!!!//

[chae2ice]

Once again I have a new fanfiction obsession which you should all check out: His Highness’s Constellation by 0KKULTiC on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/series/904017

[starrywinters]

La Douleur Exquise — An Ong Seongwoo Songfic

la douleur exquise: the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.

genre: angst!-

We sit next to each other in the car but there is no music

I always held your left hand but now you’re picking at your lips

You smile with an aching heart as you watched your childhood best friend Seongwoo anxiously await the arrival of his soon-to-be wife, Yoon Solbi. His hand laced together, a pointer finger tapping a beat on the opposite hand. A habit of his when he gets nervous.

I know what you’re going to say, please don’t say it

Don’t know why Don’t know why

I want to draw out each minute, each second

But the empty road rushes me on

Flashback to 2 years ago

You were at Seongwoo’s studying for the upcoming final exams for your final year of college, currently taking a 5-minute break.

“Hey Y/N, I have to tell you something.”

“Hmm? What is it?” ‘Please don’t be what I think it’s going to be.’

“I think I like Solbi, she’s just so nice you know? She’s so pretty and talented, she’s…”

As he begins ranting you zone out, ‘Ah yes, of course it’s Solbi. Why am I not surprised? She has every guy going after her, it’s no surprise Seongwoo would too.’

After going round and round

I arrive at your house that’s so familiar and tears fall

After spending a long day finding this place

I feel like I am lost

You felt so disappointed, to find out a girl who just moved here stole your best friend’s heart in a matter of seconds while you’ve been next to him all this time, unnoticed.

“Hey Ong, I gotta go. I just remembered I promised my mom I’d go buy groceries today.”

“Oh, alright Y/N. Let’s continue our study session tomorrow?” He excitedly asks.

“..Yeah,” you bitterly smiled, thinking about another day of Solbi this, Solbi that.

Please don’t, please don’t leave

Don’t know why Don’t know why

It’s not even raining but outside the window

You grow white and farther apart

Seongwoo and you usually walk home together, you were waiting for him to show up so you two can walk to his place for your study session part 2. And although he only talks about Solbi whenever he gets the chance, your heart pounds at the thought of getting to be the one next to him and not Solbi.

Your stomach churns as the thought of Solbi not being there passes through your mind. You’re so jealous. Jealous of the fact that she won Seongwoo’s heart without any effort.

Five, ten, thirty minutes, an hour passes and Seongwoo still hasn’t showed up so you decided to text him;

Today 3:45 PM

Hey Ong, where are you? It’s been an hour…

))):

Today 3:58 PM

Hey, please answer??

Where are you?

Why aren’t you answering me? )):

Today 4:10 PM

Are you okay?

If you didn’t want to study today, you should’ve told me beforehand.

Letting you go is not as easy as it sounds

I turn away, not being able to see you leave me

Tears eventually drop and I need to wipe them away now

I don’t know whether I should use the handkerchief you gave me or throw it away

Why won’t this trembling go away?

You ended up leaving campus alone, walking by a public library. Looking through the windows, you see two familiar faces, Seongwoo and Solbi.

You feel tears forming in your eyes, heart aching, you wanted to barge in there and scream at Solbi to go away. You wanted to turn back the time to when Solbi never moved to this school. You wanted Seongwoo all to yourself. However, you knew you lost once you saw Seongwoo smiling happily, chatting with Solbi, teaching her whatever subject she needed help on.

You gave up.

I pretend to be crazy and hold onto you but

My body won’t listen to me

Intoxicated with the scent of you in the car

I don’t want to wake up forever

You began slowly creating distance between the both of you, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay sane around him when your feelings for him are still strong. When he asks to hang out, you give him measly excuses.

“Ah, sorry I can’t today, I don’t feel well.”

“My little brother is sick, I have to take care of him, sorry.”

Seongwoo doesn’t seem suspicious of your actions, even if he is, he doesn’t show it. He brushes it off and goes on dates with Solbi. ‘Ah, right. Forgot to mention, he asked to be her boyfriend the day he ditched our study session and she said yes. Funny thing was, he never replied to my messages. I was left on read.’

A few weeks later

Your feelings for Seongwoo were still there, in fact they got stronger. You couldn’t help but miss and love him. Your attempt at trying to distance yourself failed as you found it hard to continue on like that. And so, you mended your friendship and tried to support his relationship with Solbi.

Please don’t (please) don’t leave please (please)

Come back (come back) come back (come back)

On top of the empty seat you left

only your cold scent remains

Back to the present

You received an invitation to his wedding one day and was reluctant to go. However, since you are his best friend you felt it rude to not go. Biggest mistake, your heart couldn’t handle it.

You wanted to be the one walking down the aisle, heading towards your husband-to-be Ong Seongwoo. You wanted to be the one who he gives his special smile to. You wanted to be the one by his side for the rest of his life.

You visited him before the ceremony began, comforted him, told him he could do it. You helped him calm down a little bit, reassured him that his fiance wouldn’t run out on him.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t here right now, comforting me. I love you, you’re the bestest friend ever.”

You forced a smile onto your face, but didn’t say anything back, afraid your voice would end up cracking and the pain you’ve been hiding for years will reveal itself.

‘I love you too, Seongwoo. But as more than a friend.’

You hear something shatter nearby and look around to find the source, but it was nowhere to be found and it seemed like you were the only one who heard it.

‘Ah,’ you thought. ‘I know what that sound was.’

Please don’t, please don’t leave

Come back (come back) come back (come back)

I will hold onto the remaining scent

So come back to your place

“You may now kiss the bride.”

‘It was the sound of my heart shattering into a million more pieces.’

unedited! this wasn’t requested, it was just in my head and i couldn’t sleep. 

it’s 3 in the morning and i’m hungry and tired so this won’t make sense?? i think-

this popped up while i had “Please Don’t” by K. Will and “Sweet Dreams” by Heechul and Kyunghoon on loop because i love listening to sad love songs

cough the lyrics are from “Please Don’t” cough

[iamsonyeondone]

perseverance // park jihoon

♥ boxer! & bff! jihoon feat. bff! woojin

♥ fluff!! and a dash of angst lmao

♥ 3.3k words

♥ requested!

In a matter of a day, many things could happen. In fact, in less than 24 hours, your best friend was found injured, his broken arm in a cast as he trudged his way to the boxing club, Woojin looking over him with worried glances as he walked by his side. You rushed out of the door as fast as your legs could carry you. Your uneven breathing was not caused by your quick feet but was due to the worry and panick enveloping your chest as you see your dear friend hissing in pain just by the slightest sudden movement. Without hesitation, your feet brought you right in front of him, taking him aback as he stared back into your teary eyes.

"What happened? You didn't answer my texts last night at all," you questioned him as you glanced over to the casted arm, bruises still evident and fresh on his knuckles. His eyes lowered once your eyes travelled back to his, guilt swallowing him up just by the tone of your voice.

"We ran into some guys, that's all," he mumbled in reply before slipping past you, towards the boxing club building. It felt like an arrow had been shot right through your chest as you looked at the figure of his back facing towards you. There never was a time when Jihoon would hide something from you aside from surprising you on your birthday. And today was indeed not a special day. Well, you planned for it to be one but with what the situation had turned into, you felt that it was best to keep your feelings aside and go head on into the problem at hand first. His pain was far more important than a confession.

Woojin gave you a weak smile before sighing, a sign you knew too well whenever Jihoon was facing problems he would never tell anyone. Not even you or Woojin - his best of friends.

"He's been like this ever since he found out the dude broke his arm. He wouldn't even utter a single word when he was done with the surgery. If this continues on, I'm afraid he might just drop boxing altogether," Woojin mumbled as he walked beside you, afraid that his words would further upset his friend. You inhaled deeply, trying your best to absorb the sudden flood of information as Woojin continued to whisper the incident that happened the night before.

"If he's quitting boxing, where will he go to?" The thought of not being able to see him achieve his dreams felt like a nightmare. Ever since the two of you had been acquainted in middle school, all he ever talked about was dreaming to attain achievements and trophies in boxing, constantly mimicking punches and upper cuts from competitions that were broadcasted in the middle of the night.

"Beats me. But I'm not going to just stand here and see him mope. We have to think up of something, and quick," Woojin sighed frustratedly. Albeit the heavy tension between the three of you, he shined his signature snaggletooth smile as he ruffled your hair.

"You better don't mope along with him or you'll give me twice the worry, okay?" You nodded your headed firmly, your smile mirroring his before he jogged over to the mats to do his warm up routine.

You glanced over to the sidelines of the 'Battle Zone', a name the boys had given the boxing ring after the numerous merciless fights and sparrings that left them with bruises and tiny cuts. If it wasn't for Jihoon constantly dragging you to see matches whenever you came over his apartment, you would have not easily gotten used to the bloody scenes that you encounter almost every day at the boxing club.

Jihoon's eyes were no longer twinkling when his eyes set on the boxing ring, uneasiness filling him as he was reminded by the fact that he would not be able to participate in the upcoming competitions, let alone box for the next month or so. With a full expression, he left the ring and sat on one of the benches as he fetched out his laptop from his backpack, his typing pace slowing down with his cast being an obstacle. After constant grumblings and mumblings on how the white thick bandage obstructed his productivity, he slammed it shut as a sigh left his pink lips. It further worsened the thoughts that barged through, constantly reminding himself of his worthlessness and the accident he could have avoided if he hadn't provoked the gang leader from last night. With a heavy heart, he settled on resting his eyes, the events weighing on his spirits and instead filling him with fatigue in his entire body.

After Jihoon began lightly snoring in the corner of the room, you admired his features. They were indeed feminine, sometimes to the point where you would become jealous of his good looks that could easily swoon anyone that glanced his way. You noticed every single one of his beautiful features, but your eyes always settled on his plump lips and imagining how they felt like against yours. But your thoughts were pushed out as you shook your head in denial. Jihoon would never fall for someone as average as you and was definitely way out of your league by the way he was known across his entire school and neighborhood. Whereas, here you were, the boxing club owner's daughter that only had friends because Jihoon was by your side. He was the main reason you were able to befriend Woojin, someone you would have never talked to due to his mysterious and intimidating looks that he didn't intend to show.

You rubbed your face in hopes that you would be able to see Jihoon as only a friend and nothing more. But once your eyes peeked from behind your palms, your heart thumped vigorously once more, the sensation becoming a familiar one. Your attempts for giving up on your silly crush was futile as you shook your head in disappointment - although a little part of you would prefer staying this way, silently watching from the sidelines.

As your fingers brushed through the stack of neon yellow post-it notes, an idea popped up into your head. You had recalled many moves from movies of secret admirers and their anonymous letters. So you decided you could cheer him on in pen and paper if your words fell on deaf ears. Hastily, you scribbled encouraging words, tearing a piece of it if it was too obvious that you had written it. And after many attempts at perfecting your 'fake handwriting' and the structure of your sentence, you slipped away from the front desk and tiptoed your way to Jihoon, watching out for the others who were bound to arrive any second. You quickly pasted the sticky paper onto his laptop, nearly running away in anxiousness. Just as you were about to slip behind the front desk, the main doors burst open, the rest of the nine boys came bustling in. Some of them had just ended their school activities while others had come straight from work, as boxing gave them a platform to vent their stress and worry onto. But something felt off, it was obvious that once they had stepped in and laid their eyes on Jihoon, their spirits were dampened and the fatigue from their busy day began to settle in. You noticed almost every single one of them had small cuts and wounds on them while others were mentally hurting from the scene that took place last night. And when your father arrived, the surroundings only seemed to worsen.

-

"How will I be able to show my face at the competitions when the entire town heard about you rascals thrashing the place with a bunch of thugs? We're already low on manpower but you boys just had to waltz into a fight." Your father screamed, pointing his finger at everyone of them as their dull eyes admired the floor. Even looking at them for another second longer was too painful for you to bear. Thus, with a swift turn of your heel you walked out from the building, taking a seat on the curb as you inhaled the fresh air.

Numerous thoughts bombard your mind as you looked over the other buildings towering over you and sheltering you from the merciless rays of the sun. What if you had been there? Would you have been able to prevent the fight between them and the other men? Would you have been able to prevent Jihoon from experiencing an unwanted injury? All you could ever do was think and a realization hit you. There was never a time when you were helpful towards them.

"What's with the frowning?" A voice pulled you back to reality as you looked towards its source, only to see the last person you wanted to see.

"Who would be smiling in a situation like this?" You chuckled sarcastically, looking back to the rows of shops you had grown up around.

"Right," he laughed nervously before plopping down next to you, supporting his back with his arms as he wonder what could possibly be so interesting about the old town this boxing club was placed on. As his mind soon wandered to what you were currently thinking, possibly about the situation that all of you had been put in, making his chest drop. 'It's my fault isn't it,' he thought, his eyes glancing towards your worried expression. He retraced his thoughts back to the gruesome fight that was still clearly etched on his mind. If he hadn't punched first, his friends would have been unscathed and he would still be able to participate in the upcoming competition that was frighteningly waiting around the corner.

"Don't think too much about it okay?" Your voice was close to a whisper as you playfully nudged his side before leaving him, the tension between the both of you were becoming too much to handle and you didn't want to worsen the friendship with words you didn't mean - especially with your insecurities that were eating you right up.

Jihoon watched your every movement as your steps were closer to the ground than it used to be - a sign that you were obviously upset about something or someone. Of course he would notice your little actions. Who wouldn't be able to notice the actions of someone they had hopelessly fallen in love? Jihoon was sure he loved you, with every fibre of his being, but he couldn't confess his feelings to someone that only saw him as a friend; something he assumed from numerous rumors made by the other boys

-

After an earful of lectures and a much stricter routine as punishment, most of them began to pack to return home and rest their aching bodies. Out of everyone, Daniel took the most beating seeing as he had to catch up to replace Jihoon for the competition, his eyes already drooping in exhaustion as his limbs swung in the air, pain coursing through every fibre of his being as his entire body stung and a burning sensation overcome him.

"Rest up, guys. See you tomorrow as usual," You smiled in sympathy as you tossed the sweat-filled towels into the basket that was supported by your other arm as some of your friends replied in an apathetic tone while others attempted to cheer you up with wide smiles. You searched through the big crowd of boys for someone in particular. But once your eyes laid upon him, your breath hitched and you regretted your decision as you see the scene before you, unable to peel your eyes away from him.

Jihoon finally noticed the little post-it note as he removed it from his laptop to inspect it further, curious as to who had left it behind.

'Don't give up. I believe in you and so should you :)'

Your words were simple and short and yet it deeply resonated with him as he didn't realize his lips were tugging into a small smile. With a soft laugh, he slipped the note into his wallet into the section where it was shown from beneath the transparent film, as a reminder for him.

Your heart was pounding through your ears as you smiled at the sight, your cheeks heating up and colour began to set in as the tips of your ears matched with them. Your little mission was accomplished and you could only hope for the best for him and cheer him on anonymously. You didn't mind if he didn't know who was behind the post-it note even if a part of you wanted, your priority was to cheer him up and you weren't going to let your selfishness get the best of you.

But Jihoon wasn't going to let this anonymous go. He knew by the way the words were structures that it was written by someone with a heart of gold and it was only right for him to thank them for their simple act of kindness.

-

Day by day, you left a note by Jihoon's bag whenever he was distracted or was called out by the others as a judge and a temporary mentor. And day by day, Jihoon got even more frustrated. Your words of encouragement definitely fired him up to recover soon but it also fired him up even more to find who it was. Many people come and go at the boxing club and it wasn't only him and his friends that would drop by. He eliminated his numerous choices and narrowed them down to his closest friends which compromised of Woojin, Guanlin and you. And for the past few days he watched the three of you like an eagle. Surprisingly, whenever his eyes fell on you, you were busy filing documents and payments made by the customers that came by. And you definitely took notice of his strong gaze on you. Well, everyone did.

"Psst, hey (Y/N), do you know why Jihoon keeps staring at us? It's starting to creep me out. Do you think the thugs punched a few screws out of his head?" Woojin questioned you while he packed his belongings, attempting to make it as discreetly as possible.

"Maybe? I would tell you if he wasn't staring holes through us right now," You mumbled, barely moving your lips as you spoke. Woojin looked up from tying his shoelaces to see Jihoon's eyes on the both of you, only for him to retreat his focus back into keeping the supplies in their rightful places.

" Hey Jihoon, are you going out soon?" Woojin hollered as he swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Not yet. I told (Y/N)'s dad that I' ll be staying here to study until he closes," Jihoon replied as a small reassuring smile tugged on his lips. Woojin nod his head with understanding as he called you over.

"We'll be heading out then. Take care Jihoon! Call me if there's a problem," You waved goodbye as you walked side by side with Woojin, walking out of the vicinity.

"So what is it? Did you finally confess to him or-" You smacked the back of his head quickly, your cheeks turning a bright hue of pink by the second he had mentioned it. "Why do you always talk so freaking loud? Besides, it's just about a bunch of postie notes, that's all," Woojin rubbed the back of his head as he scowled at you before continuing his investigation.

"Post-it notes? What about them?" He questioned trying to recall if Jihoon was holding onto one.

"Well, I've been writing a bunch of encouraging words on them and pasting it on his stuff to cheer him up but I can't find the courage to own up to him. Especially since..."

"Since?" Woojin was now on the edge of his seat. What had you done that you were too afraid to own up? You were just doing your duty as a best friend to cheer him up, so what's so wrong with doing that?

"Well, I might have, kinda, confessed to him," You mumbled in embarrassment, and as soon as the words tumbled out from your lips, your hands covered your tomato red cheeks before slapping them, hoping that the warm yet comforting feeling would vanish away with the pain you had inflicted onto yourself.

"Then that means my first question was right, airhead," Woojin shook his head as he looked at you with disdain. But before you could send another attack to the back of his head, a familiar voice echoed from behind you, a voice you were least expecting to hear.

" It's you?" Jihoon questioned as you hesitantly looked at him with fear in your eyes. You weren't expecting to confront to him about your secret so soon, especially when it involved more than just cheering up a best friend.

"I'll leave you two to talk," Woojin mumbled, the tension in the air making it hard for him to increase his voice over the deafening silence. He patted your shoulder as an encouragement to face Jihoon head on, before he walked away briskly, hoping that everything would turn out alright and the outcome would be something he hoped to happen for quite some time.

Jihoon walked over to you, fiddling around with the strap of his bag pack as he attempted to keep his eye contact with you. His chest felt heavy and his incessant heartbeat pounded through it. A part of him was elated that his anonymous cheerleader was none other then yourself, but the other part of him was hesitant when it came to your feelings. Although he had feelings for you, Jihoon had no choice to force himself to see you as only his best friend, especially when your mannerisms around boys you liked were completely different when you were around him, or so he thought. You would act more touchy with them, an unfamiliar feminine side of you was always shown whenever you were around them but it was always the other way round when you were around him. You were much more comfortable, sitting however you liked and not minding if he had seen the many unglamorous angles of you. But that was one of the many reasons why you liked Jihoon, he was the only one that you could truly be yourself with.

"I'm sorry Jihoon, I did it on a whim and I wasn't thinking right. I just wanted you to feel better because it hurt me to see you frown. I know how much you liked boxing and since you couldn't compete in the nationals, I knew you were deeply upset by the news. The confession was nothing, I was desperate to get your smile back and I... I ruined everything instead. I ruined our friendship and made it more worse than it was, " At this point, you were now bawling your eyes out, imagining different scenarios all at once and all of them ending with Jihoon rejecting you and your friendship altogether. You trembled in your spot, wiping away your tears swiftly as your head hung low. You couldn't let him see you like this. You couldn't allow him to see you at your worst.

But the cold breeze stopped as you were in the midst of your waterworks, a warmth enveloping you instead. It comforted you from within as your tears trickled down your cheeks. You looked up to see none other than Jihoon, a small smile adorning his face as he looked at you with his arms wrapped around your frame.

"What do you mean you ruined everything? I've never felt better ever since you sent the very first note. And the latest one..." He trailed off, his smile widening just by the thought of it. You instinctively hid your face in your palms, already feeling the heat rush up to your cheeks as he spoke. Jihoon lifted your chin with his index finger, uncovering your face with his other hand to reveal your teary eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He chuckled at your vulnerable state, as he wiped your cheek and admired the way your eyes twinkled under the golden rays of sunlight.

"I hope you don't regret writing it, because I've finally found my cause to carry on,"

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A/n: another one based off of the beautiful mv!! Also i really struggled trying to make it angsty😿😿 what kind of writer am I if I can't break hearts siGH also I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible, so if there's any errors in it, please do tell me!! Hope you guys are having an amazing day/night 😽💓

[imagineproduce101]

Ong Seongwoo Harry Potter AU

art in top left corner from here

despite the picture seongwoo doesn’t actually play quidditch, he commentates

is best friends with kang daniel

super likable and friendly

you were homeschooled until the fourth year so when you transfer to hogwarts, mcgonagall asks seongwoo to guide you around since you get sorted into gryffindor as well

since he’s pretty popular, he introduces you to a lot of people and you make friends pretty quickly

you find yourself becoming really close friends with him

and one day you’re just sitting there writing an essay for divination in the gryffindor common room when seongwoo asks you for a quill and you tell him to look in your bag

he’s looking for the quill and finds something else

“(y/n) what is this?”

you look up to see him holding up a muggle pill bottle

he looks so concerned that you can’t help but start laughing, grabbing it from him

“they’re puking pastilles, dumbass”

seongwoo is very confused

“if you were homeschooled, how do you know what puking pastilles are?”

“i was homeschooled, not living under a rock, idiot”

those puking pastiles STARTED IT ALL

the two of you start pranking people

first it’s just your other gryffindor friends

like someone will give you something to eat to try, like a sugar quill or something, and all of a sudden you’re a canary

it scares the living bejeezus out of people

seongwoo loves replacing mcgonagall’s wand with the wizarding wheezes trick wands

and she falls for it every time

(she doesn’t really, but ya girl needs entertainment)

the two of you team up with peeves on halloween to spell the floating pumpkins to sporadically drop on people’s heads

it doesn’t injure anyone but a lot of people get pumpkin guts all over themselves

(including prof. flitwick)

the two of you die of laughter

you become the new prankster duo of hogwarts

daniel just kind of watches from the sidelines in mild amusement

if one of you is down, the other knows how to lift their spirits immediately

the best vibes

you start to realize that maybe you have a crush on seongwoo?

like hes super nice to you and you guys are so close you can’t help but think about what dating him would be like

you keep it to yourself though bc you don’t want to change anything about your friendship with him

but THEN

weasley’s wizarding wheezes releases a new line of wonderwitch products, including Love Lenses

when someone wears love lenses, they see the person who they are in love with/lust for /feel most affection for (it changes based off a person’s sexuality because inclusion)

so you decide to give them to seongwoo for april fools

expecting a laugh

so he puts them on 

and ur like lmao who do you see, mcgonagall?

and hes like what are u talking about these are just glasses

and ur like wym???

and he’s like was something supposed to happen all i see is you in the common room

and ur like

oh

fuck

and you like run off?

he takes the glasses off and sees the little wonderwitch logo on the frames and the realization sinks in

you left the common room, so he chases after you

you guys are such good friends he automatically know that you’re down by the great lake

he joins you on this huge rock and the two of you just sit there in silence

then he breaks the silence

“you know, (y/n), i just...” he conjures up a paper airplane “plane like you.”

“ong seongwoo i will shove you into the lake”

...

“but i like you too”

seongwoo laughs at your red cheeks and throws his arm around your shoulder

when you two start dating literally not much changes

the memes intensify and you prank a lot harder

peeves is very happy

he probably officiates your wedding tbh

you guys are just a fun loving duo with a lot of positive vibes and laughter in your relationship

[kjhwannaone]

Hi!

Hello omg 

I am AWFUL at keeping up to date with writing I am seriously terrible but I have been really busy with school and then moving out of school and I just got back from Korea today and I had a burst of inspiration. 

I am currently working on a request that was sent to me ages ago (to the person who sent the daehwi!soulmate request, i am SO sorry. IT IS COMING I PROMISE!!!!!!) and will then write a few more about other members, but most of them will be like the quote on quote “underrated” members. I don’t think there is enough Jisung, Guanlin, Jaehwan fic and there are other members who clearly have less than some and I want to make it up for that and write a few for all of the members because I love them so much omg. 

I hope everyone is okay, and I am so happy to be writing again! 

Lots of love <3 

[bambyeol]

Unlocked (final)

pairing/s : neighbor! park jihoon x OC  genre: fluff, domestic  characters : Park Jihoon, oc (Bae Riseul), Kang Daniel, Lai Guanlin, Park Woojin, Ong Seongwoo 

prompt: your apartment is next to mine and I can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hushed tones and it won’t let me sleep so I bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops. One day turns to one week and then months, and I haven’t seen you smile in forever.. please let me in, I’ve been knocking for ten minutes now. (credit goes to: au prompts list)

masterlist for other fanfics

note: so I had this ready to be posted since last monday, but Tumblr was being a bitch and no matter what I do, it just doesn’t appear on the new posts/ searches/ tags and I had exams so I said i’ll just post this again when I have time to fix whatever glitch happened to my account. That said, here you go and sorry for being late (ಥ﹏ಥ)

super important note : pls. pls. PLEASE. you’ve gotta read the first part of this. the story wouldn’t make sense otherwise ! !  UNLOCKED (part 1)

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Downpour:  PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 //  PART 4  (Hanahaki) summary of Downpour : when one breakup leads to the blooming of your feelings for your best friend (Park Jihoon) and .... flowers .   

song inspiration :  갖고 싶어 (I Wanna Have) by Wanna One

It was a lazy afternoon with their respective day-offs being spent in video games in their cozy pajamas,  Riseul plopped on Jihoon’s thigh which is surprisingly a little squishy possibly from  the gym membership that went to waste when he got too lazy to continue after having a taste of muscle spasms. 

“We’re a team ! Why are you even pushing me off the cliff?” Jihoon drops the remote after the 5th time that he has died, and the 5th time they needed to redo the whole map because they didn’t reach the checkpoint zone. “I told you, I don’t know. You know yourself that this is not the most user-friendly game out there, right?” Riseul replies exasperated as she rolls her eyes.

“You’re just a noob,” Jihoon mutters under his breath and opts to try again. “Shoot is L1, reload is R1. No more, no less,” he commands as the game loads and transports them back to the map. The doorbell rings, and Riseul presses the pause button and wiggles her body, rolling away from Jihoon’s thigh before pushing herself up from the floor. She hears Jihoon groan as she walks towards the door because he told her he badly wanted to finish that game today.

“I’ll check the door,” forgetting that it was Jihoon’s apartment. She peers through the peephole  and sees three men. Riseul shifts nervously, “ I think they’re your friends.” Jihoon rises immediately and checks before the look of confusion  mixed with growing annoyance settled in. 

“What the fuck?” Jihoon checks his phone and sees 17 messages and 12 missed calls from Seongwoo, Woojin and Daniel. “What are they on about now?” He dials the number of Seongwoo and Riseul panics silently.

Why is she even panicking?

“Why are you outside my apartment?” Jihoon asks suspiciously with a low grumble, eyes on the peephole.

 “Friendly visit. Come on, open the door, we could hear your voice from here, you know. And don’t speak like you want to murder us, it’s funny,” Seongwoo’s voice echoes in the hallway, and he waves in front of the peephole with his charming smile.

Jihoon sighs and slowly opens the door. “Surprise!” The three chimes, and Jihoon plants his hands on his face in agony. 

The three sees Riseul and looks at one another when Seongwoo opens his palm with a triumphant smirk. Daniel and Woojin flaps their wallet and takes 10 000 won each. “I told you so.”

Riseul finds herself retreating behind Jihoon, cheeks red and head down. Jihoon holds her arm, and sends her a reassuring smile. 

They’re not dating. They’re not dating. They’re not dating. 

He motions for the three to come in, and they greet Riseul warmly. She doesn’t miss how Daniel whistles after greeting her, and Jihoon smacks his head. Seongwoo and Woojin laughs in the distance, jabbing Daniel’s shoulder lightly.

 But they definitely think she’s dating Jihoon...

She follows behind slowly while thinking of ways  to come clean while remaining emotionally unscathed. She sighs, feeling her head aching. How is she going to deal with such a rowdy crowd?

Woojin kicks Jihoon’s back with a knowing grin as Riseul was preparing food. He turns around to find Seongwoo wriggling his eyebrows playfully and Daniel’s eyes close to nothing because of his smile.

“What now?” Jihoon whispers harshly swatting off Woojin’s foot resting comfortably on his shoulder. 

“Oh don’t be such a sour patch. You’re acting like a ten year old. Did we interrupt you video games and chill?” Seongwoo comments and waves at Riseul  when she places one of the dishes before proceeding back into the kitchen. 

“So... you and her now huh?” Woojin asks softly with excitement

Jihoon sighs, and shakes his head. “We’re not dating so stop that. You’re making her uncomfortable.”  

“Someone’s concerned!” Seongwoo turns his head and raises his voice a little in the direction of Riseul, and Jihoon grabs his mouth in annoyance before planting Seongwoo’s face in the deepest reaches of the sofa. “Mmph,” he struggles to break free and Daniel laughs upon seeing his body sink into the sofa.

“You evil bastard. Bet she doesn’t even know you have this side of you,” Seongwoo feigns tears as he rubbed his mouth that was reddish because of Jihoon’s hold. 

“For the last time, we’re not dating.” He leaves the trio but before he manages to, “ Oh, but you wish you were.” Seongwoo comments lowly, and Jihoon catches it.

Jihoon shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t reply.

Jihoon sends the trio off after he manages to convince them to return to their own apartments after 2 hours of wrecking his house. Riseul is beyond exhausted, but happy still. She finally had the chance to meet his friends, and honestly they were handsome and fun to be with. She then understood why the local veterinary was always teeming with people.

Though the trio didn’t touch the dating topic (which she believes to be due to Jihoon’s interference of some sort), they kept sending her assessing glances, and she couldn’t help but feel insecure. Were they comparing her to his ex-girlfriend?

But she remembered Seongwoo. “Thank you for tolerating our and his childishness. We’ll visit again. He winks at her perhaps to imitate Jihoon before Jihoon barks at Seongwoo to move faster and to stop pestering her.

She laughs and waves the three of them goodbye before deciding to wash the dishes while waiting for Jihoon, but before she even gets to fully immerse herself in the washing, the doorbells rings and thinking that it was Jihoon, Riseul opens the door immediately.

“You’re back so fast, Ji..” but it isn’t a figure of a man that stood in front of her. It is Jihoon’s ex-girlfriend. They both couldn’t contain their surprise to themselves as they stared at each other until his ex-girlfriend bows politely. “I thought it was his day-off today, so I...” she explains.

“Oh.. uhm,” Riseul scratches her neck, feeling the sweat pooling in her palms.

“May I go in?” she asks kindly, and really who was Riseul to shoo her away? She steps aside and bids her to enter.

The key inside her pocket felt a thousand times heavier.

“Uhm should I text him?” Riseul offers trying to break the icy silence that penetrated inside the apartment. His ex-girlfriend shakes her head, continuing to sip on the instead.

“It’s okay, I’ll just be here for a while. Besides, I already told him yesterday about it,” she informs Riseul, and the silence returns leaving with nothing to keep her from overthinking.

Yesterday. Yesterday.

The time Jihoon was late because he got sidetracked. The time Jihoon kept on clinging to her in his drunken stupor. She should have known from the key.

Jihoon didn’t own two keys.

So that’s why - a heavy pang descends. Of course, those word weren’t meant for her at all. Even the key, she realizes now.

He wanted to give it to her 

Because out of all the times that they drank (mind you they were plenty) and he turned into a sobbing mess, never had he become like that.

Really, why did she even think that maybe it was because he liked her?

“Did Jihoon even tell you why we broke up?” she sets her cup on the table, resting her hands on the table - her words cutting Riseul’s brooding. 

“He’s not the type to think too much about the past. That’s why he didn’t tell you. I think...” she trails off as if trying to console Riseul, and Riseul sends her a smile as if she is denying all the suspicions thrown her way.

“We’re just friends.” His ex-girlfriend raises her eyebrow oh so subtly but quickly lowers it down. “I don’t want to be the cause of his sadness. We’re long over, almost a year now, Riseul-ssi.”

Oh. but he likes you. All this time. She wanted to tell her that, but the words remained to roam freely inside her head and not her mouth.

“Anyway...” Riseul stops the thoughts, clenching her shirt underneath the table to prevent her hands from shaking further from dread.

“Back then... We got too used with the happiness. It was a perfect ride. Every day was fun, but not knowing sadness in a relationship is as toxic as not knowing any happiness too, you know. So it wasn’t surprising that we broke up.” She closes her eyes but instantly opens it to reveals slight dampness on her eyes

“I just returned to get one last thing that I forgot here. Maybe after that...” she cuts off her own sentence and heads to a drawer where she pulls a necklace with a ring in it.

“He likes you,” Riseul rises from her chair dramatically. Why is she hindering two people who were still in love? His ex-girlfriend shakes her head and places the necklace into her pocket.

“Riseul-ssi. Longing is not the same as love,” touching Riseul’s shoulder gently like a big sister.

“I hope you continue taking care of him,” she smiles though Riseul felt her hand shaking. She heads to the doorway and Riseul didn’t know what else to say.

“Oh.. and one last thing,” she stops by the doorway.

“Please don’t tell him about this. Honestly, I’m glad I didn’t see him. And I’ve already changed my number and deleted his. Thank you for your hospitality,” she bids Riseul goodbye. As the door closes, she turns one last time and buries all the memories that were formed inside.

Jihoon returns and finds Riseul sitting deep in thought, unaware that the boiler is whirring. It unnerves him.

Is it because of his friends?

He approaches her nervously and she hasn’t even registered that he has arrived. He gently places his palm on top of her head, and Riseul bolts, switfly craning her neck as if she has seen a ghost.

“Oh. you’re back..” 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Riseul tilts her head confused, mouth agape. “They were rowdy and made you feel uncomfortable..” he explains, his hands fidgeting

“No. They were fun and hmmmmm good-looking?” Riseul rubs her chind and laughs in embarrassment. Jihoon’s face darkens a little but quickly regains his composure.

“Birds of a feather flock together.” He grins and Riseul flicks his forehead. “You’re embarrassing. I’m heading back now,”

“I’m just being honest.”

“If you say so, wink boy.”

“How is Jeju?” Jihoon texted her and Riseul tightens her scarf to shield her nape from the horrendous winter and grips the hot compress on her side pocket. “Cold ＼(º □ º l|l)/”  “Don’t dragons breath fire? Go make some  |ʘ‿ʘ)╯” “Shut up, piglet ヽ( ˋ(00)´ )ノ” “Dragon is upset. Incoming fire  〣( ºΔº )〣” 

After the whole ordeal with Jihoon’s ex, Riseul received a text from her mother that her grandfather collapsed and was hospitalized. Being close to her grandfather, she immediately bought the earliest flight for Jeju, but it turns out that it was merely a false alarm and just her mother overreacting when she arrives to find her grandfather back at their house.

Nevertheless, her grandfather urged her to stay, so she took a week-long vacation from work. Also, she needed time to manage her emotions and being away from Jihoon is giving her some clarity.

“Riseul!” a voice calls out from behind, and he throws himself into her arms, and she does the same, excitedly wrapping her arms into his lean body.

“Guanlin?!” she greets with a smile from ear to ear.

“Jihoon’s pissed,” Woojin informs Daniel and Seongwoo as he enters the room adjacent to the receiving area of the veterinary. “So don’t pull any dumb moves today if you don’t want to die.” 

“What happened?” Daniel leans back and stretches his neck to see Woojin who was busy teaching Sengwoo how to grind coffee. Woojin shrugs and looks up in heavy thought. “Oh, but he did ask me a weird question.” Seongwoo interjects and tries the coffee made by Woojin.

His face contorts to ugliness with the bitter taste of the coffee, and shoots Woojin a disgusted look. “Don’t look at me like that. We’re both learning here.” He sets the coffee on the table. Woojin tries it out, bu is met with the same bitter taste. He sticks his tongue out, body shuddering. Immediately, he drinks a glass of water, and pours the coffee in the sink.

“He asked me what did it mean if someone changed their Line picture to that of a man and woman.Told him it meant they’re dating.”

Woojin claps his hand with realization. “That’s it! He kept looking at his phone awhile ago.” He notices the cheshire-like grin found in Seongwoo and Daniel’s face.

“Jihoon will kill you, I swear,”

“We will not die in vain,” Daniel and Seongwoo cross their fists with understanding, trouble brewing in their eyes.

“Hey, Daniel. Did you see a heart lying around here?” Seongwoo starts grinning. Jihoon rolls his eyes and doesn’t mind them. He taps on Riseul’s profile picture again, and closes it and sighs before repeating his action.

The man had jet black combed hair, angular jaw and smooth pale skin. His wire-rimmed glasses drooped lowly as he leaned on Riseul’s shoulders who in the picture was laughing as she looked at his direction, her hands midway to reaching his face possibly to fix his glasses.

Irritation sets in again.

“Must be in Jeju,” Danie replies and Jihoon twitches a bit.

“Speaking of Jeju.. Been there before. Beautiful scenery, beautiful people. Beautiful place to date.” It distracts Jihoon, and Seongwoo uses the chance to peek at his phone to get a clear view of the man.

“Oh! Isn’t he?” Seongwoo looks at Daniel with worry. “You mean that guy you saw at the airport before she left?” It reels Jihoon in.

“You met Riseul?”

Seongwoo nods. “I sent my sister off and I saw her there but she was with a guy. I thought you knew about it so I didn’t really bother sharing it.” 

Jihoon mumbles an ‘oh’ before he looks at the picture one last time - hurt and jealousy settling in.

Riseul finally arrives to Seoul after being delayed for 3 hours due to the weather. She turns her phone on and notices the accumulated messages from Jihoon.

“Where are you?” was the last text. “Just arrived. I’ll be home in an hour,” she replies as she boards the taxi where she immediately dozes off.

Stepping out of the taxi, Riseul notices Jihoon standing outside of the apartment complex. “Whaa. What are you doing here?” she asks, her concern visible when she touches his face feeling the coldness of his skin.

“I was waiting for you,” he smiles cheekily, his breath a hazy white due to the cold temperature. Riseul frowns.

“Don’t be stupid. The weather’s frigid”

“Well, yeah. I just..” Jihoon trails off, and Riseul looks at him straight in the eye. “Before that, I forgot to..” she takes out a key from her pocket.

Jihoon looks at her with confusion. “Your apartment key,” Riseul says with a soft smile and grabs Jihoon’s hand to firmly plant the key there. “I wanted to give it back before, but I left for Jeju. You gave it to me when you were drunk before,”

“I don’t need it.” He tries to return it to her. “ I don’t need it too.” She places her hands inside the pockets of her black coat. “I mean, my apartment is right next to yours, Jihoon-ssi” there was a certain distant feeling that Riseul projects with her voice.

Jihoon frowns and looks at the key on his hand. “Is it because... you’re dating someone?”

Riseul’s eyebrows knit together. “I’m dating someone?” she laughs for a couple of seconds, smacking his chest but he does not feel the urge to laugh. Instead, Jihoon remains standing, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Where did you even get that idea huh? You’re strange.”

“Yeah, I am. Because you suddenly changed your Line picture, and I asked Seongwoo what that meant even if I knew what it meant,”

“I changed my Line picture?” she asks and checks her phone only to be met with the picture of her together with Guanlin. “That little rascal.. I swear, I’ll punch him,”

Jihoon crosses his arms that seemed to be some non-verbal cue for Riseul to explain herself. Riseul stares at him for a while.

“Look, I have no idea about this Line picture. This guy in here is Guanlin, my childhood friend, and for the record, let me just...” she scrolls through the Line profiles and clicks Guanlin to reveal him with another girl. “He has a girlfriend for like 6 years now who happens to be my best friend and also the only reason that I think he’d change my Line profile picture was because of... Oh wait... No, never mind that,”

But Jihoon doesn’t seem to take ‘no never mind’ for an answer because his gaze is filled with anticipation.

“Riseul, do you like this guy?” Guanlin points to Jihoon’s profile in side view while he wore a black apron over his striped sweater. It was a picture she took without his permission when he forced her to not help him during cooking, and it was a picture she has forgotten to delete ( not that she wanted to but Jihoon often pries into her phone ) 

“What? No. Stop that, you little..” she blushes and Guanlin just smiles and nods. “Well, he’s cooking for you in here, so I think he likes you too.”

“That’s just our agreement,” she dismisses. 

“Then, I’ll help you know about it,” he leans into her shoulder, and Riseul was about to smack him jokingly for the sudden physical affection when he snaps the picture, “Smile!”

Guanline and her best friend sends her off in the airport. Before bidding their farewells, Guanlin steps in and whispers, “If he gets angry and asks if you’re dating someone, that’s a green light, Riseul. That means he likes you.” Before she even got to ask what it meant, her flight gets called.

“You changed your Line picture because?”

“Because I wanted to confirm something..” Riseul states with resolution. “Now my turn to ask. Why were you waiting for me and even interested if I’m dating someone?”

“Because I love you,” he spills truthfully, his cheeks becoming flushed with the color of red. Riseul blinks for a couple of seconds before she covers her face. Her hands slowly run down to reveal her eyes wide with shock.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Jihoon looks at her incredulously. “Why would you jump to that conclusion?”

“Because...” she stammers. “Because you wouldn’t be saying that to me at all. You should be saying that to her!” her hands moving so animatedly in an effort to explain her raging emotions.

“Her?”

“Your ex! I mean.. You still like her, right?”

“Where the hell did you get the idea that I still like her?” he shakes his head with disbelief.

“Because that night when you were drunk.. You gave me your key, you acted so clingy like wanting to call my name affectionately and asking me to do the same, and then,” she tears up. Her tears heating up her cheeks. Jihoon steps closer in an attempt to wipe away her tears but she raises her arm forwards to maintain the distance. “Stay there, Park Jihoon. I’m not done yet.”

“And then I met her the day after, and she told me that she met you before we drank in the restaurant and that’s when I realized that she’s the only reason why you would have acted that way. I mean,” she fans her face and Jihoon listened carefully taking in everything. “Because you wanted to say those words to her right?” Riseul finishes out of breath, and she wipes the tears away.

God. She was so resolute in giving the key back and moving from her stupid little love, but here he is offering her his heart and she doesn’t have the courage to even believe it.

“Listen. For the past 6 months, I haven’t thought about her at all.. And that day, she went to the store and asked permission to get the necklace which was a family heirloom by the way. It wasn’t some little treasure of our love. She’s just messing with you. She has that bad habit of making things much more dramatic than they seem. We’re both over with each other. And that day, she pointed it out to me.”

“Pointed out what?”

“That I was in love with you,” he stares at her straight into the eye, and smiles. A smile so endearing and devastating.. The smile he once gave her. It was hers now..

“And the only reason I was late that day was because I was so distracted about that realization that I missed the right station, and all those drunken stupor? I don’t remember them, but yeah. They’re true.”

“I really want to call you by your name, and I hate it when you call me formally. And for the record, at this moment,” he steps in closer disregarding how RIseul wanted to get away until they were mere inches apart. Then to centimeters. Riseul closes her eyes shut in panic and her body tightens as Jihoon stops and breathes a small laugh. Caught with surprise, she slowly opens her eyes only to be greeted by Jihoon’s face up-close.

“I’m not drunk at all,” he stoops down to close the final centimeters before Riseul even had the chance to register everything. He kisses her tenderly, his hands moving to her waist to pull her closer and slowly up to her cheeks before they pull back, their shared breath visible under the winter sky.

He sweeps of the snow that fell on top of her head, and seemingly unsatisfied with the kiss they shared, he kisses her forehead, her cheeks, nose and back to her lips.

“God, I love you,” he laughs and hugs her tightly. “Riseul. Riseul. Riseul. Feels nice to remove the formality. Riseul, Riseul, Riseul,” his voice tickles her ears and electrifies her whole body . Riseul punches his stomach lightly to push him away to hide her embarrassment, but she hugs him back feeling their fastened heartbeats. 

She likes it there. In the comfort of his arms, and the tickling sensation of his voice when he speaks. If it wasn’t for the snow, she wouldn’t even try to break free.

“One last thing..” he mumbles but it registers clearly on Riseul’s ears because of their proximity. “Remind me that I need to kill Seongwoo and Daniel...” 

Fin. 

note: Unlocked is now complete (and I still have exams and still haven’t started any new fic on my computer  ლ(¯ロ¯"ლ) ) but rest assured I’ll be posting a new one either this weekend or Monday (I’ve got tons of prompts and plots sitting in my computer yasss) 

I’m going to write fics starring other members once exams are over (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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