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dong-hyucks · 7 years ago

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The Customer ; Woojin

Characters: Woojin / Reader / ft. Donghyun and kind of Jihoon Genre: Coworker!AU, fluff, jealousy, slight angst Word Count: 4.4k+ A/N: not really an A/N but i’d just like to say,,, woojin is killing me ty for listening-- i kinda ventured off of your request a bit i !! hope you don’t mind - Admin Jade 🐼

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“Jealousy is just a lack of self-confidence.” - Unknown

You groaned, shutting your laptop closed as you leaned back. Rubbing your eyes in exhaustion, you slumped forward and lay your head in your arms. Beside you, your friend, Jihoon, chuckled. You didn’t even bother retaliating, too tired to function properly. Not even the serene environment of the bubble shop that usually brought you peace was of any help. You had been looking for a job for a little over a month with no such luck. Everywhere you went, jobs required higher education or past experience-- things you didn’t exactly have.

Jihoon, amused by your minor vexation, pat your head in mock solace. “Are you giving up?” he asked, taking a sip from his strawberry-flavoured drink.

Lifting your head, you narrowed your eyes at Jihoon. “You’re not helping, you know that?”

With a grin, “I know.”

You let out yet another groan, the noise muffled by the sleeves of your sweater as you covered your face. “What am I going to do, Ji? My landlord’s nice enough to give me an extension on my bills but she can only be patient for so long.” You wanted to cry, stress eating away at your already weakened self. After your guardian got ill, it was up to you to pay for the expenses of your small flat. Unfortunately for you, finding a job wasn’t as easy at it first seemed. You had seen far too many e-mails of rejection and heard far too many muffled calls over the phone with a similar calibre. The cold world was coming at you, and it was coming at you fast and equipped with a steel bat.

Jihoon pursed his lips, searching for a solution within his web of thoughts. He could faintly remember a passing conversation from out in the streets that he had heard mere hours beforehand. A male, his age most likely, was complaining to a friend about a lack of help at his workplace. His brows knitted together. Where had they been talking about? After a pregnant pause in conversation, his expression lit up. You happened to glance over at that very moment, the imaginary thought of a lightbulb lighting above his head flashing in your mind.

“A bubble tea shop!” he exclaimed out of nowhere, alarming both you and the customers around you.

“... What?”

“This guy, earlier he was complaining about his nonexistent staff help. He mentioned a bubble tea shop if I remember correctly.”

You grinned. Flinging yourself over the armrest of your chair, you wrapped your arms around Jihoon tightly. “You’re a lifesaver,” you said, triumphant tears welling in your eyes. Opening your laptop again, you searched for bubble tea shops in town. To your pleasant surprise, there were only two. Practically sensing your excitement and your absolute wanting to just hop out of your seat and out the door, Jihoon chuckled. “Go,” he ushered, placing your things into your bag for you. “Text me how it goes.”

You nodded, thanking Jihoon again before rushing out the door. Your messenger back bounced against your thigh with each step, the dull pain feeling like a mere poke of a spider compared to your adrenaline rush.

Taking out your phone, you searched up the nearest bubble tea shop again. Luckily, it was within walking distance. With haste, you rushed through the crowds of couples and families alike until you reached the fated shop. The words ‘Bubble Bobble’ hung above the entrance, each letter crafted carefully to reveal a beautifully simple font.

The shop wasn't big, in size at least. You could see from outside that business was booming, each seat filled with a happy customer sipping on their drinks. Just like Jihoon had insinuated, a large ‘help wanted’ sign was plastered to the otherwise spotless window. It was as if the gods had laid such a glorious proposition in your hands.

Opening the door, you were greeted with a rush of pleasantly warm air along with an intoxicating fruity smell. Above you, a bell tied to the door’s hinge rang sweetly, it's subtle yet beautiful melody echoing in your ears. Distinctive chatter filled the quaint shop.

From behind the counter, a worker froze at the sight of you. After a customer in line cleared his throat, he snapped back to reality. Smiling gently, the worker took the customer's order. “That’ll be $3.99, sir.” His voice caught your attention. It was clear yet deep, sounding just as smooth as the wrinkle-free lavender apron he wore around his torso. ‘Park Woojin’ his name tag read. Just below, the words assistant manager was engraved in gold. The name suited him well, something you thought of without even realizing. ‘Way to sound like a creep, [Y/N],’ you chided yourself quietly.

It wasn’t long before you were at the front of the line. You glanced over your shoulder at the few people who stood behind you. Looking back at Woojin, you smiled tensely. “A small strawberry, please,” you mumbled, glancing at the neat chalk drawings of bubble tea that were delicately drawn onto the large menu.

Woojin seemed to not hear you, as his hands remained still over the buttons of the cash register, his expression mostly blank aside from the curious wonder that shone in his eyes. Suddenly, his cheeks flushed pink as his eyes widened as if he had just realized he’d done wrong. “Sorry,” he sputtered, frazzled, “could you repeat that?”

You chuckled, the boy’s flushed complexion lifting your stress even by a little. “Small strawberry,” you repeated. You watched diligently as he tapped away at the cash register, your eyes watching every movement of his hands.

“$2.99, please.” His fingers tapped against the side of the register as a habit, one he had developed not long after beginning his job as a cashier. He waited patiently, silently admiring you as you pulled out your wallet. “Your name?”

“[Y/N].”

As you passed over the change, you remembered the sign outside. “Excuse me-- the sign outside says that you're hiring? I was wondering if I could apply.”

Woojin’s eyes darted to the window where the very sign was held before they looked back to you. “Yes,” he confirmed, “we are.” He glanced over at a co-worker who had just begun your order. “If you could wait another fifteen minutes, my break is coming up. I could discuss with you then.” You nodded him, moving out of the way as you awaited your order.

Upon receiving your drink, you waited at one of the seats outside. Looking over the light purple straw of your drink, you zoned out on the sight of a small crow happily bouncing its way across the steel fencing that surrounded the shop. Before you knew it, Woojin stood before your table, awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs as he waited for you to notice him. When you finally did, you jumped ever so slightly. Smiling in his direction, you waited for him to sit down before taking your resumé out and placing it on the table. Without a word, Woojin took hold of the manila folder and skimmed through it, his eyes darting from left to right as he speedily read over the necessary information.

“Could you send this to me?” he asked, gesturing to the papers in his hands. “I’ll need to review this over with the main manager before I can say anything.”

With a nod, you said; “Yeah, of course.”

He glanced over at your bag. “You don’t happen to have a pen in there, do you?” Without hesitating, you leaned over and fished through the bag’s contents for a pen. Upon finding one, you passed it over to him. Watching as he scribbled something onto the inside of the folder -- not that you minded anyway, it was cheap -- you opened the folder to read what he had written once he handed it back to you.

[email protected]

He glanced down at his watch, “I have to go back in.” He stood, brushing off imaginary dust from his apron. “Just send your resumé to that e-mail and I’ll look it over as soon as possible.” He sent you a timid smile before disappearing within the glass doors of Bubble Bobble. You watched as the doors swung closed before finishing up your drink. Clearing your throat, you stood just like Woojin had and left with a pounding heart.

Hopefully, this time you’ll be lucky.

The next morning, you awoke to a surprise. You had received an email from Woojin, presumably about the open job. Your heart raced as you looked at it, your thumb hovering over the email. Sucking in a deep breath, you opened the email.

‘Hello, [Y/F/N]. After going over your resumé, Yoon Jisung (the manager of Bubble Bobble) and I have talked it over. I’d like to formally welcome you to Bubble Bobble’s staff as a cashier…’

You couldn't read the rest, excitement coursing through your veins. You grinned, skimming over the rest of the email. A schedule was attached; yours most likely. Upon opening it, the realization dawned on you. After continuous efforts, you had finally gotten hired.

You flopped back against your tousled duvet, staring up at the light-stained ceiling. The wind blew in from the cracked open window, blowing gently over your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its path. You could hear your curtains brushing against your walls, gentle as a baby’s touch. As every second passed, you could sense yourself becoming more and more jubilant.

It seemed as though your life was coming together.

The next Saturday, it was finally time for your first day at work. As you stood outside Bubble Bobble’s doors, a large OPEN sign hanging just above, you pulled out your phone and checked the time. 1:27 PM. You were half an hour early, just as Woojin -- who was to act as your trainer -- instructed. Heaving a worried sigh, you pushed open the doors. It was as if you had only visited then, the familiar yet not feeling of warm air kissing your cheeks, the fruity aroma in the air-- you had experienced it all before, yet it felt so new to you. Unfamiliar, even.

“[Y/N]!”

Snapping out of your reverie, you looked up and saw Woojin standing behind the counter, waving you over with a smile. You gulped, smiling a quivering smile as you walked over. The shop was noticeably less busy than it was the other day, but numerous customers were sitting at tables chatting amongst themselves nonetheless.

“Hey,” Woojin greeted as he let you behind the counter. You replied in a similar fashion, thanking him as he passed you a lavender apron. “We didn’t have time to make a real nametag,” he noted, chuckling awkwardly as he held up a wide, white label. On it, your name was written neatly, a small attempted drawing of a chickadee drawn right next to it.

Chuckling, you took the nametag from his hands and peeled it off of the paper before pressing it against your chest. “Cute,” you mumbled, referring to the drawing. Suddenly, Woojin coughed, his back turning to you as he covered his mouth. You could just barely see the tips of his ears going red. You laughed again, your amusement clear. Then, Woojin turned to face you, clearing his throat.

“Anyway,” he began, “I wanted you to come early today to just figure some things out.” He gestured to the register, “This thing’s ancient-- it’s not like most registers these days and Jisung can’t be bothered to get a new one.” Woojin shrugged, pulling you toward the register gently. You looked down at his hand and how it wrapped around your wrist with ease, an unknown feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. As he pointed to each button and switch of the cash register, occasionally pausing to serve a customer, you listened intently. You were determined to do well on your first day, and Woojin could tell, a look of slight admiration shimmering in his eyes. “You won’t be making drinks today, that’s for another time. Just do as I told you and remember to smile, okay?’

You nodded, sending a smile his way. You didn’t notice the way he looked away soon after, scratching the back of his neck as he made his way to the shelf of neatly aligned ingredient jars. He watched curiously as another customer walked in, staring down at his phone as he walked.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled warmly at the male once he looked up. “Hello, sir,” you greeted, keeping your smile. “What would you like to order today?”

Woojin raised a brow, a small smile playing his lips like a fiddle. You seemed like a natural, despite being new. His eyes wandered to the customer. It seemed that he agreed with Woojin, something he noticed upon setting his eyes on the male. He was looking at you with round eyes and an almost timid smile. Seeing his expression was odd to Woojin, for a reason he couldn't exactly grasp at.

“Large taro,” the male smiled. “Please.”

“Okay-- your name?”

“Ah-- Donghyun.” He watched as you wrote his name down like Woojin had instructed you to do.

You smiled again, “That’ll be $4.99, Donghyun.” Donghyun pulled out his wallet, a small smile creeping onto his face. After handing you the appropriate change, Donghyun walked over to the waiting counter, glancing over at you every few seconds. Woojin narrowed his eyes, noting the way his cheekbones began to go pink. “Woojin,” you called, your voice bringing him out of his thoughts. “Large taro.” Turning around, Woojin grabbed a cup and went to work.

After a few minutes, Woojin almost forgot about your encounter with Donghyuyn. However, no more than ten minutes after his order, he heard your voice telling the aforementioned male to have a nice day. Your voice, he admitted, was nice, soothing to his ears. Something about your tone was serene to him, even when you spoke enthusiastically.

He shook his head, grabbing another cup and writing ‘Youngmin’ on the front as you had told him. He was just being weird today, he told himself. Just being weird.

Perhaps, Woojin was wrong when he thought his behaviour would be odd for a mere day. Since you started working, a certain boy -- Donghyun -- had become a regular. Almost every other day, he would stop by and order the same thing every time, a large taro bubble tea. He had not a clue as to why he felt so strange about him. Perhaps it was the way he walked. It was too normal. Or maybe the way he talked to you as he waited for his order, something that prompted Woojin to work faster so that he could just leave.

“Thanks,” Donghyun said to him, taking his fifth bubble tea that week alone. He looked at Woojin with what seemed like worry before looking away. Woojin glanced at the large clock that adorned the far wall. The shop was to close soon, something you quite obviously knew as you had begun to wipe down the counter. Woojin did the same, taking a clean rag from below the counter and washing it. He heard you thanking Donghyun for coming and telling him to come again; all mandatory barista speech.

Jisung came in from the darkening outside, each hand full with small pastry plates that customers had left outside during the day. Clean up was done with little to no chatter, the three of you far too tired for conversation. It had been a rush day, as it was the first of seven in which a great deal was offered to customers. Two free bubble teas once you get five hole punches, you chuckled at the thought of such a comical offer. As if the regular person would buy more than five drinks in a single week.

“Good job today,” Jisung commented, pulling his apron off and hanging it on the hooks within the staff room. Both you and Woojin bowed your heads respectfully, replying back in unison. Jisung fished through his pockets before handing Woojin a key. “Lock up, will you?” He glanced at you, “You have yet to teach [Y/N] how to make drinks.” Woojin complied, waving a goodbye to Jisung as he disappeared down the hall.

Turning to you, he clapped his hands. “Ready to learn?” he asked, When you nodded, Woojin grinned before ushering you back to the main room. The lights were far dimmer than they were during the day, the lights that hung above each table had been turned off, leaving only the hanging lights above the counters on. Light streamed in from the windows, the shop’s logo leaving its shadowed stamp onto the light wooden flooring.

You watched as Woojin began to take jars down from the shelves, your eyes tracing the outline of each container in curiosity. It had been an entire fortnight since you began working and you barely ever went near the shelves within work hours. Once Woojin got everything down from the shelves, running a hand through his already tousled hair, he turned to you. You flushed when his dark eyes met yours, your cheeks burning. Unarguably, Park Woojin was by no means unattractive, quite the opposite really. You found it cute, endearing even, the way he spoke with his hands as he started telling you the steps to making bubble tea. He did it quite often-- his hands moving without hesitation whenever he talked.

“[Y/N]? Are you listening?”

You jumped, nodding fervently. “Yeah,” you sputtered, “after putting three spoons of the powder in, you dissolve it in hot water.” You blinked, looking down at the jar of yellow-orange powder that he had taken down. You hoped you got that right-- you had gotten a bit lost in your thoughts.

Woojin stared at you for a moment longer before chuckling to himself. “Rather than me telling you everything, let’s do this step by step.” He held out the jar for you, his other hand holding out a spoon. He watched as you worked diligently, occasionally correcting your mistakes. It wasn’t long before you were pouring a small cup of mango bubble tea. To him, it looked good for your first attempt. “Good job,” he told you, spinning around to grab a straw. Putting the straw into the drink, he handed you the cup. “Try it,” he prompted with a quiet voice.

You took the cup from his hands, your fingers just barely brushing against his own. Clearing your throat, you took a sip. Woojin raised a brow, his eyes flitting over the features of your face to get an idea of your thoughts. Finally, you smiled. “It’s pretty good,” you smiled proudly, sounding as if you had expected it to go horribly. Woojin clapped his hands, the small gesture making you laugh in amusement.

“Try it,” you mimicked his voice, earning a playful glare on his end. Despite his faux irritation, Woojin easily took the drink from you and sucked on the straw. Putting the drink onto the counter, he smiled at you.

“It’s good,” he confessed, his voice genuine and sincere in tone. “For your first try, I’m thoroughly impressed.” A feeling of pride coursed through you. Something about Woojin’s praise was exhilarating to you. Woojin opened his phone for the time despite the clock present. “It’s getting late,” he acknowledged, pushing his phone back into his pant pocket. You glanced out the window at the navy blue sky. Even from insides, you could see the dozens upon dozens of glittering stars that littered about the dark void up above. Without a word, Woojin moved around you, bringing the shaker cup and spoon to the sink. You waited patiently as he cleaned, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as he worked.

As he walked back to you, your heart pounded in your ears, sounding deafeningly loud with each step he took. He passed you your beverage, the cup cold against the warmth of your palm. Letting you walk ahead of him, he followed you out the door and only turned to close and lock the entrance.

“Good night,” you called, walking backwards toward your flat. Woojin, who had been walking the opposite way, smiled at you fondly.

“Good night.”

Woojin watched with an unusually sour expression. His mood had considerably dampened the moment he walked in. He had hoped he wouldn’t come that day, just as he had the day before that and the day before that. The male, Donghyun, completely rankled him just by being there.

It had been an astounding two months since he first taught you how to make bubble tea and since it had become a Saturday-night tradition for him to teach you something new. Within that time period, Woojin noticed things. He noticed the way you laugh, how your body moved with your voice, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you grinned. He noticed how you’d knit your brows together whenever you were confused or frustrated. Despite yourself, he found the latter somewhat winsome.

He noticed a plethora of things he wouldn’t bat an eyelash at otherwise, and for a while, it confused him. Truthfully, it confused him a lot. It was only when he saw you with another, Jihoon as you had introduced him, did he realize. In that moment, it was as if the tangled string within his mind magically untangled itself to reveal a fine thread.

Somewhere along the line, he, Park Woojin, had grown feelings for the one and only you.

At first, he didn’t know how to react. You had quickly become like a best friend to him, and if he were to act on his feelings he wouldn’t know how to feel if you didn’t reciprocate. Then, it all just came together like pieces of a puzzle.

Unfortunately, one of those pieces was an odd fit.

Woojin was almost glaring at Donghyun who remained oblivious to his stare, too engrossed in his conversation with you. The shop was near empty that day, so it was very easy to hear your conversation, purposefully or not.

“If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable,” he heard Donghyun say. There was a silence before both you and Woojin burst out into laughter. Though, Woojin struggled to muffle his laugh.

“What?” you asked, your toes curling as you looked on. Donghyun was seemingly proud that he had gotten you to laugh as if he didn’t realize how bad of a pickup line he had just uttered.

“Can I touch your hand? I want to tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel,” Donghyun went on, leaning over the counter with an easy smile. You looked down, not noticing the way his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Looking up again, you raised a brow, the breath of a chuckle passing your lips. Crossing your arms in amusement, you leaned against the counter. Meanwhile, Woojin stayed rooted in his spot, trying to seem as though he wasn’t listening.

Trying, being the keyword.

“Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I scraped my knee falling for you.”

This time, you didn’t laugh, nor did Woojin. Upon noticing your lack of reaction, Donghyun laughed quietly to himself, the laugh sounding almost pitiful and dejected. “It’s obvious now, isn’t it?” he asked rhetorically, glancing over at Woojin. “Maybe you didn’t know, but he sure did.” You turned your head to look at Woojin. Your brows furrowed together-- Woojin could practically see the word confusion itself stamped across your forehead. “Your friend there has been glaring at me for over a month.”

Woojin flushed at getting caught, avoiding eye contact with you. Donghyun breathed out, taking a step back from the counter. He watched as the gears in your head turned and turned until the stopped upon a conclusion. “You like me?” you stuttered, pointing at yourself. Donghyun merely nodded. “So that--”

“You don’t need to say anything,” Donghyun smiled. “It’s okay,” he looked to Woojin, “I can tell where your heart is.” He let out another weak laugh as if laughing was this defence mechanism, a contraption to stop himself from hurting. “But I didn’t want to bottle up my feelings. Don’t look at me like that, it’s okay. If I’m going to get rejected, might as well make you laugh, right?’

Woojin’s eyes were blown wide with shock. He hadn’t woken up that morning expecting Donghyun to pour his heart out. He glanced over at you, you who looked similar to him, your eyes wide and jaw slightly ajar. “Donghyun …”

“It’s really okay.” He glanced at the clock before turning to you with a sad smile. “It’s almost closing time. I’ll get out of your hair now,” he turned. “Have a nice night.”

And with that, he left the shop. Through the windows, you watched as his back slowly got more and more out of view before it was like he simply vanished into the night.

The shop was silent. Your co-workers were all having a day-off and Jisung was at a meeting with other branch owners. Neither you nor Woojin uttered a single word. It was as if you had stopped breathing, your chest almost completely still aside from the minute rising and falling.

Suddenly, Donghyun’s words came back to you. Turning to Woojin with wide eyes, you stuttered your next few words. “I know where your heart is, Woojin … what did he mean by that?” you asked. You didn’t need to get clarification to know that Woojin knew the answer. From the way Donghyun and glanced at him to the way Woojin stared down at his scuffed sneakers as though they were the most interesting things in the world, you just knew.

Woojin swallowed. With a single look at you, he could tell you were determined to hear an answer. “Well,” he sputtered, “I guess, you can say that Donghyun and I share the same feelings.”

Your world stopped.

Donghyun had just confessed. He left, leaving shards of his heart as he walked away. In front of you, Woojin stood with his hands taking a hold of his heart, handing it to you timidly, hesitantly.

“I like you, [Y/N].”

A burning sensation went over your entire being. Opening your mouth, you responded with a slow smile.

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cheeryblxssxm · 5 years ago

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Ab6ix!yandere au

Genre; Angst??

tw; mention of violence, knives, blood, self harm, and abuse.

!!! I DO NOT condone any yandere activity nor do i support yanderes, this is purely fictional for funzies !!!

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Youngmin;

- the type of yandere to keep you on a leash

- quite literally

- he basically treats you like you're his pet and he is your owner

- you can't go anywhere without him by your side

- if you decide to act up in his presence he will put you in your place right then and there

- constantly reminds you that you are his and his only

- I wouldn't doubt that he'd probably buy you a collar with his name on it

- and if you refused to wear it you'd just get punished

- keeps you locked up until he feels like you've learned your lesson

- when you're good he'll let you take off the collar and cuddle you

- but when you disobey him he locks you in a dog cage, refuses to feed you, and will hit and/or pull your hair if you talk back

- doesn't like being violent with you but you just never seem to learn

- "Did you just disobey me, pet? You do realize who you're talking to, huh? Looks like you'll have to go back into your cage."

Woong;

- he's the least violent yandere

- very manipulative though

- and clingy

- god forbid if you even go to the bathroom without him

- the only time he physically harms you is when you've really fucked up

- guilts you into staying with him

- self harms to get you to stay and baby him

- you once threatened to leave him and he fucking lost it, begging you to stay while sobbing and clinging to you

- he ended up breaking your ankle and knocking you unconscious

- you woke up chained to a wall in the basement with him sitting in front of you covered in blood

- he was holding a knife while sobbing saying that it's his fault that you want to leave and that he hurt you

- he had cut himself all over and was literally bleeding out slowly

- he wanted you to watch

- you begged him to let you take him to the hospital or call an ambulance

- when you did he'd apologize and beg for you to stay

- you could never say no to him after that

- "You'll never leave me right? Please say you'll never leave me, I'd be lost without you."

Donghyun;

- by far the most charming yandere

- he was the perfect gentleman when you met

- took you on nice dates, gave you romantic gifts, held doors open for you, kissed you sweetly before saying goodnight

- he literally swept you off your feet

- about two months after you started dating, he kidnapped you

- keeps you locked up in a basement that looks like a small apartment

- the only 'crazy' thing is that you're chained to the bed

- claims he's protecting you from the world

- you called him a crazy bastard and he backhanded you

- he'd never tell you how many people he's killed for you, especially the ones you love

- unless you need to be punished

- he'll recite the entire thing word for word of what he did to them

- all while he's beating the shit out of you or slicing your body up

- not enough to kill you of course

- you're his precious after all and he loves you dearly

- "You are my most prized possession. I'd do anything to protect you from the filth in this world, my precious."

Woojin;

- will literally fight you

- purposefully eggs you on to try and hit him

- you'd never lay your hands on him but he wants you to

- one time you got so pissed off at him that you slapped him

- he laughed and wouldn't stop talking about it for months

- will often punish you for anything he thinks is out of line

- which is almost everything

- tries to butter you up when you least expect it

- then turns around and does the same shit

- acts like you won't leave him

- you tried to sneak out when you thought he left but turns out he was just sitting in the dark

- he literally raised an eyebrow when you made eye contact and he was like lmao where you going

- cocky as fuck

- literally was not like this when you started dating

- he was sweet and shy and took you on nice dates and gave you compliments

- he was literally too nervous to even kiss you

- now you never get affection from him anymore but he claims he still loves you more than anything

- "Where do you think you're going, baby? Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson."

Daehwi;

- there's borderline serial killer and then there's daehwi

- he's very violent towards others but he tries to be sweet to you

- you're his angel and his saving grace, you should be kept out of harms way

- but if you need to be punished then there's not much else he can do except what needs to be done

- he's killed nearly everyone you love just to keep you from getting any ideas of leaving him

- anyone who makes eyes at you gets murdered

- how the police don't have any leads is beyond amazing to you

- the severity of how he punishes you is based off your actions

- backtalking? you get slapped. getting physical? you get beat.

- if it's more serious then you get tortured slowly

- if you completely piss him off he just doesn't give a fuck

- the first time you tried leaving he pulled out a gun and told you he'd kill you then himself so you could never escape

- he tied you up and used knives, needles, and matches to torture you for hours

- he likes to test your limits and see how much you can handle

- would never admit how much he likes watching you squirm and struggle

- "My darling, you mean more to me than life itself. If you don't exist then neither do I."

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years ago

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Idol Advent - Day 4

For the first twenty-five days of December we will be opening up a door on the Idol Advent tree to see who is behind it and waiting with a drabble to share!

To find out who is there for Day 4, click the keep reading!

Romance on the Ice - Woojin

“Just take my hands, Y/N!”

“No way,” you breathed, clinging to the railing on the ice rink’s wall for dear life. You quickly decided you didn’t like ice skating. The idea of being on a slippery surface in boots that weren’t balanced by nature was becoming more problematic the longer you were on the ice.

Your boyfriend Woojin chuckled at you, wiping his face before trying to compose his humour. “Y/N.”

“Take me to the exit!”

“I can’t do that if you don’t hold onto me. Honestly, you were the one who said you wanted to come here. Something about how romantic it is to go ice skating during the festive season. Now look at you!”

So, you didn’t want to admit Woojin was right. But you had honestly believed it would be better and safer than this. You should have realised what always looked romantic and sweet for others wouldn’t work when you were clumsy.

“I don’t want to fall over.”

“Have I ever let you before?” Woojin questioned and you shook your head feebly. “Come on, Y/N. I’m a dancer. If you can’t balance yourself, I’ll balance the both of us. But I can’t unless you take my hands.”

“I really won’t fall over?” you asked and Woojin smiled, nodding once. Gingerly, you slipped a gloved hand into his. You squealed when he slowly moved backwards but you didn’t fall at all. Slowly but surely, you both made it around the entire rink twice before Woojin stopped in the middle of the ice, pulling you close.

“What are you doing?”

“The romantic part of your vision for today,” he murmured, lowering his head just enough so his lips barely met yours.

And then you were jostled roughly by someone speeding by, both falling onto the ice. For a moment you didn’t say anything, trying to figure if you were injured at all.

“Well, is that how it was meant to go?” Woojin asked weakly as you both sat up and you couldn’t help but smile, leaning in to kiss him. Woojin was surprised when you pulled away.

“No, but when it comes to us, the unexpected usually is the best timing for something romantic.”

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6ixfics · 5 years ago

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shy / woojin

rated G! word count: 485

**gender neutral!

woojin’s your best friend. your bestest friend. you’d established the fact that you both are free to voice out opinions and listen to each other’s problems through the years, so it’s a little concerning that he’s dead silent for the past 20 minutes.

shit, was i a little bit too obvious at lunch with the rest yesterday? you wonder, remembering the slightest of touches as you sat beside him in the fast food chain booth the day before. did i expose myself? nice one, y/n. now you’re going to lose your best friend before you lose your crush.

“woojin,” you turn to look at him, startling him. he blinks at you, humming in response. “you good? you’ve been silent for like, almost half an hour.”

he sets his can of sprite down on the table. “i just… need to tell you something,” he twiddles with the ends of his t-shirt, his eyes fixated on his hands. “but uh, i don’t exactly know how to bring myself to say it, i– it’s a little nerve-wracking for me.”

“what? we talked about this, you can tell me,” you reassure him, giving him a light shove in the shoulder he chuckles softly, looking up at you. “i won’t judge. neither do i kinkshame, so if this is about you having a food-play kink or whatever–”

he flicks your forehead to shut you up. “that’s a little farfetched,” his laughter dies down. “you have to um, promise me you won’t like, walk out the door or anything. really, this is fucking scary,” he scrunches his face up, pursing his lips into a tight line.

“you know i, um, have a crush on you?”

you look at him as a soft oh tumbles out between your lips, your mouth falling agape. you watch as woojin nervously rubs the back of his neck, his knee unable to keep still on the couch. he tuts, then laughs, gently smacking your forearm.

“h-hey, don’t just… look at me like that,” he composes himself. “it’s okay if you don’t want to—or can’t—give me an answer! it’s not a big deal, seriously, i mean, in the end we’re still best friends and–”

“if i told you your feelings are reciprocated, is it still not a big deal?” you cut him off, your free hand placed on top of his on your forearm. “i like you too. or well, i liked you, and then i thought it was dumb because we’re like, really close friends and i tried to brush it off but then i realise that i still, really, really like you. i like you, woojin.”

woojin can’t control the happiness that’s clearly written all over his face. he laughs, rolls his eyes, before considering you again, squeezing your hand gently.

“god, you’re so cute when you’re shy too,” you tease, getting pulled in his chest immediately, playfully hitting your head.

“take it back!”

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pocket-scenarios · 5 years ago

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9&14 with Park Woojin (from ab6ix)? Thank you so much!

(Admin: Wistrya It’s been a long time since I’ve been on here)

9: Your ex calls and they answer.

14: “Are you mad at me?”

You had left the room and your phone had been ringing consistently up to this point. Woojin’s curiosity gets the better of him and he answers the call from a number he does not recognize. He leans back against the couch listening to the man on the other end ramble about how he misses you.

“Are you Y’N’s ex?” Woojin asks in a low voice leaning forward, “it’s been over a year and you’re just realizing you made a mistake when you cheated on her?”

You start back towards the living room sitting the bowl down on the table in front of Woojin gesturing to ask who called you. He mouths that it is your ex, you instantly start grabbing for the phone. He stands up moving away from your reach continuing to talk to your ex. He eventually ends the call handing your phone back to you.

“What, are you mad at me?” Woojin murmurs, “he has been calling all day, I might as well figure out why,” he pauses, “are you thinking about going back to him?”

“Why would I,” you scoff, “I’m not mad just warn before you do something like that, who knows how he could react,” you mumble under your breath.

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dvrlingrenjun · 5 years ago

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[5:26 pm]

after calling woojin, telling him you had a terrible day. he texts you right after, saying:

woojin: hey can i say something cheesy?

woojin: love you

woojin: okay gtg byee

that was the first time he said he loves you. immediately, you smiled and texted back you love him too.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years ago

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박우진, Park Woojin

anonymous asked:

Hi Mars can I request something very very angsty with a lottt of sexual tension please? With uhm Woojin? I've been feeling super very stressed lately I just need something to make it go away :( Please and thank you Mars 💕 -1102

Group: AB6IX

Member: Woojin

She lied face-down on her bed. Her eyes were damp, but the tears stubbornly refused to fall. The only thought in her head was, “I wish it would disappear”.

She didn’t know what exactly. Just anything; everything. A mixture of the two, perhaps? She knew that she wouldn’t die. This stress wouldn’t kill her, but it certainly felt like that sometimes.

Most of all, she was just frustrated and disappointed. If she could personify her job, it’d be a gang member curb-stomping her, or a playground bully that was demanding her lunch money. If she could compare her boss to anything, she’d say the devil, but that’d be insulting to poor Satan.

And if she could describe herself... It would be lacking.

There was no set reason for her feeling this way, it was just a conglomeration of small things that had turned into a big problem in her life. One two many things not working out, one two many pounds gained when she was trying to slim down, one two many important things pushed off.

She felt like she hadn’t been complimented in ages, even though she knew that wasn’t true. She would get the average stuff like, “Good work”, “You look nice” and “Did you do something different with your hair? It’s cute”, but absolutely none of it felt genuine.

She missed the strangely specific complements that she would get like, “The way you sneezed just then was really adorable”, “Your arms veins look really defined today; it’s cool” and “The way the sun’s hitting your eyes right now... It’s just really pretty”. Granted, those were all from a specific person.

Maybe that was the main reasons why she was frustrated.

The fact that she hadn’t seen the person who gave her those compliments for almost a year. She’d barely talked to him, even. It was a long time to go dealing with only sporadic text messages, not even knowing if her friend was okay.

She was worried.

Sure, he’d always been one to travel around, but she’d never worried about him like this. He would go all over the world, and sometimes he’d be gone for months on end, but he’d always keep in touch with her.

He’d send her pictures of the most gorgeous sunsets and sunrises, he’d take quick videos of the latest insane thing he tried out, and he’d always come back with souvenirs packed into his dumb old car and a snaggle-toothed grin on his face.

She wiped her eyes, refusing to cry. “Count to 10,” she said to herself, taking a few deep breath. “Count to 10, and it’ll be all right.”

She was broken out of her silent counting by a ring from her phone, continuing on and on.

She reached for the device balancing unsafely on the corner of her bedside table. She’d tossed it there in a fit of ‘I don’t care anymore’, so it could only be expected that it would look somewhat like that.

She stared at the number for a moment. She recognized it immediately.

With hesitant fingers, she answered. “Woojin?” she said. “Woojin, is that you?”

“Hello?” the voice on the other line came. She furrowed her brows. That certainly was not her friend. His voice was deep, throaty, gravelly. This voice was smooth, gentle and somewhat high-pitched. Not an unpleasant tone, but not the one she wanted to hear, either.

The voice repeated her name a couple of times over the sound that was invading through the receiver. Wherever they were, it was loud and rowdy. “That’s you, right?” the man on the other end said.

She shook herself out of her thoughts. “Yes, that’s me,” she said, sitting up. Her old mattress bent and creaked under her shifting weight. “But who are you, and why do you have Woojin’s phone?”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry about that,” the man said. She heard him try to quiet down a few people, but it hardly helped when you could hear the bass of loud music, pounding against the phone speaker. “Don’t touch me there—!” she heard him shout. He gave a small gasp. “Oh, sorry, ma’am! That wasn’t directed towards you.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples. She put her phone on speaker, tossing it haphazardly in front of her. “Can you please just tell me what’s going on?” she almost begged. This whole thing was giving her a headache.

“I work at a bar downtown, and your friend here—Woojin, was it?—is totally plastered,” he explained. “You were his emergency speed-dial—Sir, can you please stop grabbing onto me?—so could you please come pick him up? He keeps grabbing my vest and crying for you to come for him.”

Her eyes widened. “He’s crying?” she asked.

“A lot,” the bartender emphasized. She heard him urge someone (whom she assumed to be Woojin) to sit down and have a drink of water. “Just...” He sighed. “Please come and get him. He’s bumming me out.”

With that, the line clicked out.

She didn’t move for a solid minute, just trying to process the whole thing. On the one hand, she should be ecstatic. Her friend who had dropped off the face of the earth had finally gotten into contact with her. But on the other hand, she was furious. It took him getting drunk out of his mind and a sympathetic bartender for her to even know that he was alive, let alone in town.

She clenched her jaw, quivering with blood boiling in her veins. Her fingers dug into the sheets, bunching them up in wads. She felt her eyes burning with frustration.

Was he even worth going to? Could she really call them friends when he didn’t even care enough to call her himself?

She wouldn’t go.

She wouldn’t.

Yet... She was.

She’d already grabbed her keys and phone, slipped on her coat, and was halfway out the door. That made her even angrier.

The fact that she couldn’t resist going to him.

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She walked into the club flashing with bright lights, a resting scowl on her face that made everyone avoid her path. Despite the hooting and hollering of drunk young adults and the music booming over the speakers, she could still pick out a single tone among the sea of unfamiliarity.

She walked to the far back corner, shouldering through the crowd. Part of her didn’t want to apologize, but her better half made her mumble out quick ‘sorry’s whenever she thought she pushed too hard.

A tall young man in a crisply ironed white shirt with a black-vest-red-tie combination, tousled dyed-blonde hair and prominent lower lip came into view. Sitting in front of him was a man that she was all too familiar with, crying into his drink that the bartender was trying to pry from his hands.

“Seriously, sir,” the bartender said, gritting his teeth in frustration. “You’ve had enough!” With a final tug, he finally snatched the glass from his grip, surprisingly not spilling any of its contents in the process.

Woojin lifted his tear-stained face from to table. He looked a little different. His hair was longer, his eyes were softer, his face looked a little bit more mature, but it looked like his travels had tired him out rather than rejuvenating him, the bag under his eyes more prominent than usual.

“No,” he whined, snot smeared on his nose and upper-lip. “You have to give it back... She’s not here yet!” He hid his head in his hands, mumbling some nonsense about how he ‘wouldn’t be brave enough’.

“Woojin!” she called over the music, hoping she was loud enough.

She was, judging by the way his head shot up. “She’s here,” he said, eyes glimmering with excitement. “She’s here, she’s here, she’s here!” He jumped up from his seat, hugging the bartender tightly. He pulled him down to his height (a difference of only a few inches) and pet his hair gently. “You’re such a nice guy, you know that?” he slurred. “Thanks for bringing her to me.”

The bartender chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, dude...” he said, patting his back with hesitant hands. “I’m not gonna say ‘anytime’, ‘cause honestly, I hope I never see you again.”

She sighed, walking closer to the two. “Woojin,” she repeated, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Let go of the nice man. You’re getting snot all over his shirt.”

Woojin pulled away from the bartender. “Wait...” he slurred. “Who are you?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Oh my gosh!” he gasped in realization. “My love!” He pulled himself away from the man, stumbling his way into her arms. He nuzzled into her neck. “Have I ever told you that you’re really comfy?”

She sighed, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket. “Blow,” she said, holding it out to him. She expected him to just take it from her, but instead he leaned into the fabric square, blowing loudly. “Ew...” she mumbled, disgusted. She folded it once before wiping his under-eyes. “Why were you crying, you dumb-bell?” she asked.

His bottom lip quivered. “’Cause you weren’t here,” he said.

She felt her blood boil again. “Well...” she said, taking a deep breath. She wouldn’t lose her cool in the middle of this club. She wouldn’t. “I’m here now,” she finally said. “So don’t cry.” She turned her attention to the bartender. “Thanks for taking care of him, Mister...” she said, trailing off a little at the end.

The blonde shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. He pointed to his name-tag. “It’s Donghyun.” He gave a cute, crescent-eyed smile. “You’re a good girlfriend.”

She snorted. “Girlfriend?”

He raised a brow. “You’re not?” he asked. She shook her head. “I see...” He nodded slowly before shrugging. “Well, maybe you should be,” he suggested. “Not many people would put up with this crap from someone they didn’t really love.”

She took a sidelong glance at Woojin, currently enthralled by the flashing lights and pulling at her sleeve, trying to get her to watch them with him. “That may be true,” she said softly, “but don’t let him hear you say that.”

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She shut off the car, but left the radio on. She was enjoying the gentle tune spilling from the speakers. It was a nice change and slow-down from the fast paced dance music of the club. She bopped her head to rhythm.

This was something one could dance to, as well—just slower.

She looked over to Woojin, passed out in the passenger’s seat. A memory sprung to her mind. A memory of staying up until 2AM and eating an entire bucket of cookie-dough ice cream, illuminated by the light of the open refrigerator.

A memory of playing ballads on their phones, humming along and taking each other’s hands and swaying across the vinyl flooring while holding each other close. A memory of whispering to each other and sharing secrets and sending shivers down each other’s spines.

A memory of you telling him that you’d fallen in love with him.

A memory of him rejecting you. Harshly.

The next memory she had was him disappearing for almost a year.

She sighed, rubbing her eyes. She felt like falling asleep right there, but she couldn’t. She leaned over the center console, rubbing his shoulder gently. “Hey,” she said, “we’re here. Wake up.”

Woojin groaned quietly, trying to break free from the clutches of sleep. He cracked an eye open, smacking his dry lips. “Are we here?” he asked quietly, his voice slightly less slurred. He seemed to have sobered up a little.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she said. She unbuckled and pushed her door open with a grunt. The driver’s side had always been a little stiff. “Stay still,” she said. “I’ll come and get you.” She walked around the front of the car to the passenger’s side. She pulled the door open, leaning across to reach his seat-belt buckle.

He grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements. “You stay still,” he said, looking her dead in the eyes. Her skin felt like fire where his fingers touched. Slowly, they trailed higher and higher. He caressed her cheek before brushing a thumb against her lips. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered.

There was a click.

“You’re unbuckled,” she said, pulling away from him. “Get out, try not to trip. If you don’t feel like you can walk, I’ll help you.”

He sighed. “Whatever,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t cop an attitude with me, got it?” she said. She noticed the way that he stumbled as he stood. She huffed, flinging one of his arms over her shoulder. “Let’s go,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

Without looking at him, she could tell that a bit of guilt flashed over his features. “Thanks,” he said in a small voice. She just nodded, helping him up the front steps.

When they got inside, she set him at a chair in the kitchen before turning back to lock the front door. He grabbed the back of her coat. “Don’t go,” he whined.

She stood still, her entire body shaking. After all the things he’d said to her, now he was begging her not to leave his side. It must’ve been the alcohol zooming through his system. Her nails dug into her palms.

“I’ll only be a second,” she said, prying his hand off.

He groaned, tossing his head back. “Why are you being like this?” he asked gruffly.

She froze. “Why?” she repeated. “Why?” She whipped around. “Well, take a wild guess, Woojin!” He stared up at her with wide eyes. “Does this sound familiar? ‘Are you insane? I could never love you like that’.” She hadn’t noticed the hot tears bubbling over in her eyes. “Ring a bell?”

His eyes grew sad. “Do you think I don’t regret that...?” he wondered aloud. “I do,” he said firmly. “Every second. Why do you think I’ve been gone for almost 12 months?”

“Because you’re a coward, Woojin!” she snapped, making him flinch. “A fucking coward! Even if you didn’t like me that way, why did you have to turn me down like that? It makes you seem like such an asshole!” She turned away from him, slamming her hands on top of the counter. “I wasn’t asking for you to return my affections,” she said, fuming. “I just wanted you to know, ‘cause it was killing me to keep it to myself.”

Suddenly, a toned pair of arms trapped her on either side, caging her against the counter. “Why do you think I ran away?” Woojin’s hot breath came into contact with her ear, unintentionally setting goosebumps off on her skin. She hated how much she was affected by him.

She tried to push him away with her shoulder. “Get off,” she growled.

He just leaned in farther, pushing their bodies impossibly closer. It was worse because she couldn’t see his face. Read his expression. She had to rely on the sounds of his voice; the sensation of his touch.

“I left...” he said, painfully slow, his hands dragging across the counter to rest atop hers. “Because I was having a sensory overload.” Her brows furrowed. As if he could sense it, he continued on. “All of a sudden, I wanted to do this with my best friend.” His head dipped into the curve between her neck and shoulder, sucking purple marks into the canvas of her skin.

A shaky breath left her parted lips. “What are you...?” She couldn’t finish her sentence.

“I wanted to do this,” he said, breathless. He tugged her hair, pulling her head back to give him more access. His lips trailed upward. “And this,” he whispered, nibbling her lobe, his breath heavy and warm against her ear.

His hands traveled down to her waist, snaking around to her front.

She couldn’t breathe. There was too much going on. She could feel every inch of his body against her back. Every rippling muscle, every panted breath, every urge to go farther.

It felt wrong, but very, very right. It was a confusing fuzz of gray area.

“Don’t,” she whimpered, little conviction behind her voice. Anyone could tell that it was a lie.

One by one, he unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse. “I wanted to do this, unbelievably so,” he breathed. After his hands finished exploring her body, never overstepping any boundaries—as if those even existed anymore—he turned her around to face him. His eyes raked over her body, taking in every inch of her, as if she were a work of art.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, taking a deep breath. “But most of all,” he said, slowly buttoning her shirt back up, smoothing the wrinkles out as he went along, “I wanted to do this.” He kissed her forehead when he got to the center button. “And this,” he said, kissing both of her cheeks. “And this.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

Finally, he made it to the top button. “And I really wanted to do this,” he said, cupping her cheeks. He pulled her in for a gentle kiss, so soft and feather-light, it was almost like it wasn’t there at all. They stayed like that for a moment, just taking in each other’s overflowing emotions.

At long last, they were telling each other all of those things they couldn’t before, or even during those 12 months. They just weren’t using words to get their points across.

With him sure that her eyes were closed, he shed a few tears, but he’d gotten rid of the evidence before her eyes opened. He linked his fingers with hers, pulling her hands to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles with his slightly chapped lips. “Do you see why I ran away now?” he asked gently. “It’s because I was overwhelmed.”

He nodded slowly to himself. “In that sense, yes. I am a coward,” he said. “I couldn’t accept how quickly I realized that I fell for you after you said only three words.” His cheeks flushed. “So I guess it was a matter of pride, too.”

There was a moment of silence, them just exchanging eye contact.

She gave him a quick slap, the sound resonating.

“Ouch,” he said, adjusting his jaw. He nodded. “Yeah. I deserved that.”

She crossed her arms. “You did,” she said. A small smile spread across her face. “But you deserve this, too.” She turned his head so that the spot she’d slapped him—already blooming with red—was facing her. She gave it a gentle kiss. “Thank you for being honest with me,” she said. “I’m not forgiving you. I’m just saying we can work on it.”

Hey, 1102! I hope this can help relief some of your stress. Remember to take some you time! You’re more important than your job or bosses. Honestly, I think I got too into writing this. So much so, that I don’t remember writing half of it, and I felt like I was reading it for the first time when I was proofing it. 0.0 Hopefully it’s up to snuff!

Just enjoy yourself and don’t worry so much. ^-^ You’re priceless.

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flowerboyyoonbin · 5 years ago

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☀︎ — fluff

☔︎ — angst

☻ — crack

✩ — personal favorites

✎ — ongoing series

✄ — discontinued

✔ — completed

☏ — social media au

❁ — requests

jeon woong

None yet

kim donghyun

None yet

park woojin

None yet

lee daehwi

None yet

Former member(s):

lim youngmin

↳ [11:54pm] | ☀︎ ☔︎ ❁

#produce 101 season 2 #brand new boys #ab6ix #lim youngmin #jeon woong #kim donghyun #park woojin #lee daehwi #ab6ix blurbs #ab6ix imagines #ab6ix drabbles #ab6ix scenarios #ab6ix fluff #ab6ix angst #ab6ix timestamp #brand new boys imagines #produce 101 imagines #kpop imagines #kpop blurbs

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loveydpp-blog · 6 years ago

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[11:56pm] wanna one and you spend their last minutes as ot11 dancing and screaming the lyrics to ‘nayana’

#do you hear my heart shattering #cause i do #wanna one #nayana #lai guanlin #lee daehwi #kang daniel #ha sungwoon #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #bae jinyoung #park jihoon #park woojin #yoon jisung #hwang minhyun #wanna one scenario #wanna one drabbles #wanna one imagines

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is1it0true1 · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Main @gemini-boys-jjaenijeojang

Studying!Wanna One [Reaction GIF]

Hyung line

Maknae line

"The last time I studied" - Jihoon [drabble]/[reaction gif]

Husband!Wanna One [Reaction GIF]

Hyung line

Random:

Nicknames

(feat. Daehwi, Jihoon, Minhyun & Woojin)

Minhyun in Class

(feat. Minhyun, Seongwoo & Jaehwan)

"Can I adopt?"

(feat. SUNGWOON)

"I have followers"

(feat. Jinyoung and Jihoon)

Where is Jaehwan?

(feat. Wanna One)

"goldfish"

(feat. Minhyun and Jaehwan)

AB6IX as Youtubers

(feat. AB6IX)

Wanna One as YouTubers

(feat. Wanna One)

Cockroach

(feat. Woong)

Drabbles:

"how may I help you" - Jinyoung <angst>

Shower Thoughts

#1 If Woojin and Jihoon got married...

#2 When you dream about your idol...

True events (snippets of my personal life)

#1 the smile that killed

#2 "sexy baby oh my lady"

Theories:

•Yohan is an Aroha??

Wallpaper Aesthetic:

Wanna One:

white

blue (jaehwan biased)

Jaehwan:

pink

black

Kim Donghyun:

brown

Video edits:

Kim Donghyun (cute) - Here I Am

Hwang Minhyun (compilation) - Is It Love?

Wanna One 3rd Anniversary - Spring Breeze

Park Jihoon (compilation) - tell me you love me

AB6IX 1st Anniversary (kinda bad quality) - you & me

Seventeen (crack) - Aju Nice

Bae Jinyoung - It's going down for real

Ha Sungwoon (compilation)- Psycho

Wanna One (sad) - Therefore

Wanna One (sad) - If I could

CIX lyric video - Revival

Lee Daehwi - We

Park Woojin - Freeze

Dream diaries

#1 ddr kids

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hime-hana · 6 years ago

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20:19 woojin

20:19

It was already dark when you reached the dance studio Woojin had been stuck in for the last couple of weeks. You smiled at the familiar faces in the hallway and headed straight to the stairs. You knew the way to the practice room by heart, third door on the right on the second floor. You could already picture the wooden floor covered in sweat and the way Woojin’s black sneakers stomping to the music.

Your heart skipped a beat just at the mere thought of him. You haven’t seen each other in almost two weeks or so… not like you were counting even the seconds at night and wished he was there, being the last one you see before you close your eyes and the first when you wake up.

You saw his distinct figure through the glass door and then a familiar tune hit your ears. He was practicing the same song he did the first time when he took you to the studio. It was spring back then and he insisted for you to come and help him out; you ended up spending more than half of the day in there laying on the floor watching Woojin move to the rhythm of loud hip-hop songs, before he started messing up and jump up and down when a cheesy love song followed in his playlist. He grabbed a bottle of water and kneeled in front of you basically yelling the lyrics in your face with the most adorable laugh and throwing his arms in the air with every high note.

“Stooop” you laughed and threw a bunch of corn puffs at his side before he crashed down next to you.

He noticed you standing near the metal frame of the door before you realized, waking you up from reverie. Blond strands of hair were sticking to his forehead and he wiped up the droplets falling down to his chin. His white shirt was hanging loosely off his shoulder and you could tell he slept here last night by the empty boxes of chinese food. He smiled and opened his arms as if he was not even a little surprised by your sudden presence in the room.

“I missed you” you blurted out arms already wrapped around his torso.

#park woojin #woojin #wanna one #drabble #wanna one drabbles #wanna one scenarios #park woojin scenarios

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95825s · 6 years ago

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Drabble #3 - Park Woojin

prompt line: #19 - “Please don’t let me be alone.” #31 - “Can I kiss you?” from [x]

to/asked by: anon

note: this is an old request! i’m not taking requests!!

“You know how last time we used to talk about what we want to be when we grow up?” You muttered, enough for the male beside you to listen as your eyes looked up at the night sky.

“Yeah, you said you wanted to be a gardener, which is kind of odd for a 7 year old”

“It’s not odd, Woojin” you frowned, pushing him playfully, “Flowers and grasses are amazing to deal with”

“Until there are insects around them” He commented, gaining another shove from you. He lets out a dramatic cry, “Stop that, I know you’re stronger than me”

You laughed as your eyes finally shifted to look at him. “Thanks,” You said, “For accompanying me tonight” You smiled, along with his.

“Should I leave you now?” He joked, which you quickly held onto his arm.

“Please don’t let me be alone”

Woojin looked at you and he saw it. Sadness.

He never did ask what is going on with you because he knew you didn’t like to be bothered by those questions. He also knew that you were constantly needing someone to listen at times like this, to let go what you’ve been feeling, to show who you truly are. And he is that someone.

“I won’t” He said, softly tracing the outline of your face with his fingers, “I told you wanted to be a dancer, right?”

You nodded, somehow his touch was comforting.

“I also wanted to be with you forever” His lips slipped out the words effortless, and your body felt a rush. Anticipation. Excitement.

Happiness.

“Can I kiss you?” Woojin asked, his eyes intensely looked at you and then your lips. You nodded again, before you felt the lips that you have been wanting to kiss for a long time.

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minhyuwun · 6 years ago

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Helloooo~ um idk whether your drabble is this up for request but... Can I request #4 and #9 for Woojin thank youuuuuu

prompt: (4) soulmate au + (9) “Listen, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere.”

genre: fluff (with a dash of angst??? i hope i did it right)

summary: typical soulmate au where ur soulmate’s name is tattooed somewhere on ur body then it disappears when u meet them and said their name in front of them hahah the problem is u don’t quite understand yours????

a/n: this is my first time writing a soulmate au idk if i did it right oof

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes at your best friend. “Name a scam.” You tell her as she gushes about finally meeting her soulmate, showing off her spotless wrist where her soulmate’s name used to reside. She did find hers. Huh, so it is true. “Kidding aside, I’m happy for you. I really truly am,” you nudge her before going in for a hug.

“I’m sure you’ll find yours,” she rubs your arm comfortingly. “Soon,” she winks.

“Easy for you to say,” you laugh at her. Remembering how the name on her skin was written in the same language.

You shake that thought off your mind. Honestly, you’ve removed that thought from your mind the day you saw your so-called soulmate’s name tatted on your skin. There was no point in finding your soulmate––whose name is written in a completely different language. Someone must have played a prank on you without you noticing, that was the only explanation for this. And that, in fact, you weren’t blessed with a soulmate in the first place.

The afternoon was getting pretty hot so you decide to remove your jacket and rush to your favorite smoothie shop. “Uh, banana for me please,” you smile to the guy manning the cashier.

“Y/N?” An unfamiliar voice calls you from behind. After getting your change, you turn around to find the owner of the mysterious voice. And there stood a pretty charming guy, his hair quite a mess–but the neat kind, wearing only a plain loose black shirt and jeans ripped in the right places with his almost worn-out sneakers. You blink before you find yourslef hypnotized by this man’s looks.

“Sorry,” your face scrunches with suspicion. “But who are you?” He motions for you to turn around. Instinctively, you follow the stranger’s instruction. You feel his finger lightly touch the upper part of your back and you immediately catch his hand with yours, gripping on it with so much strength. The stranger’s face quickly turns from complete shock to winces of pain. “What are you doing?” You ask him as you pull him to the side as to not cause any disturbance with the shop’s growing line.

“T-Tattoo?” He struggles to say with his accent. You let go of his hand and he shakes it back and forth, hoping he could release some of the pain away.

“What?” You ask in surprise, your voice a little bit higher this time–causing other customers to look at you. “What?” You repeat, but with a moderate tone this time.

He stares at you for a long time, unable to respond. He suddenly smiles as he takes out his phone and begins typing something. My name is written on your back, he tells you through a translator.

You blink a few times, making sure this person in front of you is actually there and not a hallucination due to you and your best friend’s conversation from earlier. “O-Okay,” you stutter. “Prove it, then.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

He scratches his head, thinking of some way to prove it to you. “Ah!” He shows you the side of his left hand. You squint, not understanding what he was exactly getting at. He takes a look at it as well–quite shocked at what he saw before his eyes. There was nothing. His skin was clear, absolutely no visible mark on it. “I called you! D-Do you remember?” He asks you with hopeful eyes, “Y/N?” He calls your name once more.

“Forget it,” you tell him coldly. “We wouldn’t understand each other anyway. I don’t even know how to pronounce your name!” You were beginning to feel annoyed. Were the divine forces playing some kind of prank on the both of you? How could this possibly work out in the first place? Weren’t they thinking? All of these questions flooded your mind. You didn’t want to waste this man’s time.

“For Woojin!” The server calls out from the claiming area. His eyes glimmer once again as he shows you the receipt for his drink with his name written on it. He nods at you, motioning you to say his name.

“W-Woojin?” You look at him skeptically. He pulls you towards the shop’s large glass window, your reflection clear on this bright afternoon. You were surprised to see that the tattoo on your back was gone in an instant. You turn to look at him surprised, “It really is you.”

He nods at you happily, before he hears his name called from the counter once again. The both of you walk over to get your drinks. “Do you want to sit?” He asks you shyly. You could sense that he was very much afraid of making a mistake in every word he says, but you thought it was cute. So, you tell him okay.

“Hmm…” you fiddle with your straw. “Do you live here?”

“My family just moved,” he says without looking at you. They really moved here out of all places? You thought. What a coincidence. The divine forces really went out of their way with this one, huh. “8 months? I’m still taking English classes,” he interrupts your thoughts.

“Oh wow,” you look up at him. “But you’re already quite good in English? I mean, you already know a lot, that’s for sure.” He finally looks up at you, and you reassure him with a smile.

“Thanks,” he chuckles. “I didn’t know I’d find my soulmate, I’ve been looking everywhere.” His face turns serious, “I never stopped. And now you’re here.” He sighs. “Look, I know it’s hard, but I’m not going anywhere. Especially not now that I’ve found you.”

You were taken aback by his straightforwardness; did he take English classes to plan what he’d say when he finally finds you? It sure did pay off, you thought. “I’m not sure what to tell you,” you tell him. “But I stopped looking for you a long, long time ago.” His face drops, and you could feel a light tug at your heart. Truthfully, you were afraid that you might let him down. That you weren’t the soulmate he pictured inside his head.

“I understand.” He agrees, “You’re right. We just met and I’m already scaring you.” He takes a long sip of his drink, providing so much space for an awkward silence. “Okay, okay,” he suddenly says. “How about we start again?” He smiles and gets up towards the store’s front door, leaving his drink on the table. You chuckle at how crazy he looked walking back inside again, pretending to look at the menu––as he pretends to have just seen you, his face in a surprise, and runs back to your table.

“Hi,” he smiles–this time you catch a glimpse of his snaggletooth, making you smile yourself. “I am Woojin. Nice to meet you,” he shakes your hand respectfully with an exaggerated bow. “Is this drink taken?” He points at his drink almost half empty.

You laugh at him before answering, “Pretty sure it’s the seat you ask!” And the both of you laugh at how silly this all was. “Uhm, earlier, you said you weren’t going anywhere?” He shakes his head and tells you nope, with a popping sound at the end. “Alright then,” you smile at him as you think of another question to ask. “Just a warning, I get talkative.” This is going to be one long afternoon. He didn’t mind at all, he’s been waiting for this his entire life.

I met my soulmate. Details to follow, you type on your phone and hit send to your best friend. Turning your phone off and placing it at the deep end of your bag before facing a then-stranger turned soulmate right in front of you. He flashes you his snaggletooth once more, “Do you wanna eat?” And you nod as you feel your stomach coincidentally rumble. Maybe the divine forces don’t make mistakes after all.

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