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yuthoe · 5 years ago

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aaa okay so looked at the rules and could you do their idol crush admitting that they’re their type but with yuto, wooseok and kino? 🥺

HELLO, I FINALLY DID IT, SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT.It’s almost 4AM here and I wanted to get this out in case I become unproductive again when I wake up. I was halfway through Kino’s part when I realized the reader should be gender-neutral, oops. It’s too late for me to edit it again right now, so it’s gonna stay like that. I’ll take care next time, tho.

WARNINGS: none. WORD COUNT: 842, 971, 632.

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Yuto

“Yuto-ya,” Hui called from his spot on his tiny couch in Yuto’s studio. It’s one of his rare days-off, but he isn’t in the mood to go into the city, and staying in the dorm is too boring since everyone else is busy with their other stuff. So he just decided to tag along with Yuto to his studio and listen to him make some songs. He might even sneak in a nap or two since he hasn’t been sleeping well later—but all thoughts of sleep fly out the window as soon as he sees on his phone a newly uploaded video starring you, known in Pentagon as Yuto’s crush. “Yuto-ya, come here!” he says, tossing the stuffed teddy bear at the boy sitting by the computers.

The toy hits Yuto square in the head and he jumps, turning the seat around in confusion. “What is it, hyung?”

Hui turns the phone so the screen is visible to Yuto. “Isn’t this Y/N?”

A quick glance and, yes, it’s you. Yuto likes to think he can find you in a crowd, no matter how many hairstyle changes you gave or how much you try to blend in with your clothes, but that just comes off kind of creepy. He has watched a lot of your interviews; and you have a lot of them, being a big figure in a famous idol group. He’s just so captivated by your range, your stage presence… It just gets him breathless whenever he sees you perform.

Your group is in the middle of a comeback right now, and Yuto has been religiously keeping up with any promotional material for your group that’s been coming up, but he’s just been super focused on his music today that the only thing that shocked him out of the haze was the teddy bear thrown at his head. Yuto stares at the tiny phone screen for a second longer before getting off the office chair and squishing beside Hui on the couch that isn’t really made for someone of his size.

The video continues playing as his leader turns up the volume. Your group is sat on swivel bar chairs in a white studio set. Gosh, you look radiant, as always. The pleasantries are over and the topic has gone to the announcement your company made about being able to date openly. Yuto isn’t lying that there was a tiny spark of hope that lit up inside him when he first heard of the news. But of course, that was just wishful thinking, since he doesn’t think you actually know him anyway. Sure, you may have heard of Pentagon the group, but there isn’t as big a chance of you taking an interest in him.

Being seated on the farthest chair from the hosts, your answer is saved for last. The other members of your group dodged the question by saying they weren’t really looking to date anyone or dropping names like J.Seph from KARD or Vernon from Seventeen being their ideal type of guy. You take a second or two more to think about your answer and say, “I’d like to get to know Yuto from Pentagon more.”

“Oooohhh,” the hosts exclaim. “He’s one of the rappers isn’t he?” one of them asks.

“Yes,” you say politely, smiling. Yuto isn’t sure if you’re actually red in the face or if that’s just the blush on your cheeks. “I really like the flow of his raps, and his voice is really nice.”

“Ahh, so you’re saying you like tall guys, yes?” the other host teases.

You laugh, slightly embarrassed. “I guess? I don’t really have a type, but Yuto was the first person to pop into my head who I am really interested in and would like to get to know.”

The hosts nod in approval, and your group members seated around you slap you playfully for admitting something like that.

Hui releases a high-pitched siren sound and playfully slaps Yuto playfully on the arm with his free hand. “Do you hear that, Yuto? Seems they like you, too. I wonder if we can go to one of their recordings for this comeback, hmm… Or maybe if our comebacks coincide you can talk to them then, huh?...” Hui continues to rattle off possibilities of Yuto getting into contact with you.

Meanwhile Yuto is still staring at the screen, frozen. The video continues to play, but he isn’t registering anything. Did you really just say, out loud, with a mic on, that you want to get to know him more? Like, he isn’t hallucinating that? Those words really came out of your mouth?

His chest is tight. It burns, but it’s also light. Yuto can’t put into words the feeling. Your sentiments are intangible, and there weren’t even any promises of actually going through with meeting up or exchanging numbers…

But it made him giddy. Indescribably happy.

He lets slip the tiniest of smiles as he continues watching the video and Hui mutters to himself about possible get-togethers with your groups.

Kino

It’s been a habit of Kino lately to listen to podcasts when he gets back to the dorm, as a way to unwind after a busy day. Not because he listens to them (although he does find time to listen and pay attention some other time), but the sound of amicable voices in the sometimes empty dorm is a comforting presence.

One of the podcasts he’s been listening to lately is called Ladies’ Room. His sister told him to listen to one of the episodes, and he found the discussions fun and educational, so he decided to just follow it and he’s updated with the latest one. So when a notification pops up on his phone about a new episode with a special guest, he immediately blasted it on his Bluetooth speaker.

“Hey, guys! This is Soo Ri and you’re listening to Ladies’ Room,” the host’s voice, like a droplet of water falling into a crystal clear puddle, slithers out from the speaker. “Today, we’re talking about love and relationships with a very special guest… idol-slash-actor-slash model, Y/N!”

“Hello, everybody!” you say, in a sweet cadence like a breeze rustling windchimes.

Kino almost drops the container of microwavable tteokkbokki he’s holding and looks at his phone, scandalized, as if it personally offended him. Obviously, it wouldn’t be a stretch for you to guest in podcasts, and even less of a stretch for you to guest-host this particular podcast, but Kino is still surprised. He can’t deny that it feels nice to know that he found you so unexpectedly.

Kino can’t remember when he started taking an interest on you. There was just one time when everytime he turned on the TV he would see your face—in a commercial, a variety show, a drama, that he finally decided to check you out. And from the first music video he clicked, he was hooked on you. Your way with words, your voice, your personality all just made him really want to know you more.

He doesn’t call it a crush, although to Yuto and Wooseok, the only two other people who know about his fanaticism, it comes off that way in droves. He shakes his head and finally unfreezes, putting the tteokbokki in the microwave to heat up. His ears automatically pick up the conversation.

“I know you must be really annoyed and fed up by questions like these, since I watch a lot of your interviews and the hosts ask about it a lot,” Soo Ri begins. “But what’s your stance on ideal types—like your ideal guy, or girl—and do you have one yourself?”

“Aahh, yeah, I do get questions like that sometimes, but they’re in different contexts, so I don’t really mind them.” Kino thinks that’s a polite answer and mentally claps. He hears you take a deep breath before saying, “I don’t think having an ideal type is realistic, though. I mean, that’s what ‘ideal’ means: it’s your idea of perfection, the best. I guess it could be like a blueprint for what you want in a partner, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to be able to tick off all those boxes.”

“Oh, yeah, I get what you’re saying. That’s a really good point.”

“As for my ideal type…” You hum, seeming deep in thought, but not enough to cause dead air. “It’s not really an ‘ideal’ type,” Kino can almost hear the air quotation marks when you said the word and it makes him smile, “but Kino from Pentagon has a lot of the qualities I like in someone.”

By now, Kino had taken his food from the microwave and taken a bite. He freezes with a mouth stuffed with tteokbokki. The spicy soup stinging his lips assures him that he is definitely awake and definitely not dreaming. Did she just—?

“Yeah,” he hears, desperately trying to tune back into the conversation. “He has a very bubbly and fun personality. He’s humble and loves his members and his fans. He’s also very good at what he does—I’ve listened to some of his stuff on SoundCloud, and they’re really good,” you say, and Kino thinks he should probably start chewing before he chokes on the rice cakes. “I mean, his dancing is excellent, his voice is so nice, and he’s also super cute.”

At this, you and Soo Ri both laugh conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret only between you two, as if this podcast isn’t going to be uploaded somewhere anyone who has access to the Internet can listen to, somewhere Kino can access at a moment’s notice.

Kino’s sure his face is as red as the tteokbokki soup right now. Literally no one can see because he’s the only one in the kitchen, but his face is on fire. He continues chewing and stuffing the rice cake strips into his mouth as he spirals into a crisis. His idol crush actually likes him back? He doesn’t think you actually like him, but you did say that there’s some aspects of him you like. That’s kind of similar, right? Right?

The whine comes out garbled from his full mouth. On one hand, he feels way lighter, bouncier, more energetic at knowing that the idol he likes knows about his existence and that she actually likes things about him and openly talked about it on a podcast, oh my goodness is this really real, like no one is messing with me right now?

So Kino sits there, lost in thought as he continues spearing food with his chopsticks, thinking. About how to reach you, maybe get your number, maybe propose a tiny collaboration? Maybe? About how he’s going to act in front of you in the off-chance that you do meet, as you and Soo Ri continue chatting in the background.

Wooseok

He can’t help stealing glances at you—you look really good in this comeback, and it takes everything for Wooseok to not be too conspicuous and focus on the interview that coincidentally has Pentagon and your group as guests. He’d like to think it’s a dream, but really, it feels more like a nightmare because he’s seated right next to you and his members literally won’t stop looking back and giving him mischievous smiles, or turning their chairs towards your group and making small talk, trying to drag him into the conversation and he feels like a fool because he seems incapable of replying with more than two-syllable words.

And it somehow gets worse during the segments. Not that the hosts are bad—they’re really good hosts. It’s just that there’s a segment where they read selected fan mail, so they would all have to answer it because they don’t really want to disappoint the fans by deflecting. The first few were harmless: what food they like eating during summer, if you were an animal what would you be? But then it went from zero to 100 real quick as the third question is read by your group’s leader, “Which idol is your ideal type?”

Everyone can’t help but make exclamations, oohs and ahs as they think of an appropriate answer. The hosts are gracious and give everyone ten seconds or so to come up with their answers before coaxing out some people’s. Eventually the line snaked to you and you timidly replied, “Wooseok-sunbae,” while avoiding his eyes.

If Wooseok could see himself in a mirror, he would see his eyes bug out and threatening to pop from their sockets, mouth desperately pursing to prevent the huge smile forming on his face. He doesn’t know how to react—what should he do, Cube didn’t train them for this. He needs help and Shinwon keeps slapping his thigh and arm like that isn’t the most obvious thing to do when they’re being filmed.

He can tell you’re embarrassed. You’re facing the hosts, your back to Wooseok, though he’s assuming your face is super red right now, and it’s not because of the blush. He kind of just wants this to be over so you can have a reprieve, but the hosts (being hosts), ask you to elaborate.

“Um, he’s a really great rapper, and he seems really caring,” you say softly. “I watched a program with him once taking care of his cats, and I thought it was really cute.” Wooseok recalls that show and his chest loosens slightly at the mention of it, touched that you remember that tiny segment he did. He really loves his cat, and he’s not gonna admit it, but he likes that your takeaway from the program is that he looks cute playing with tiny animals.

“Ooh, yes, we love guys who are nice to animals,” one of the hosts says, and turns directly to Wooseok. “Wooseok-sshi, since she mentioned you, we’ll leave you for last, okay? So we can properly build up the hype for the viewers back at home.” The boy nods; at least this gives him time to think of nice things to say to you amidst the flurry of thoughts running through his head at the moment.

He imagines talking to you after filming is over and exchanging numbers. He imagines hanging out with you if you have any free time. He imagines maybe doing a small collaboration with you, wishes it were possible. The images he conjures up make him smile, even if he is still kind of embarrassed—he was never one of the cucumber-cool members of the group—but he decides that since you threw yourself off the boat, he might as well throw himself off and join you.

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kpop4dummies · 5 years ago

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y'all i really need some more jung wooseok reading content he's my baby :(

#pentagon wooseok #pentagon wooseok scenario #wooseok scenarios #jung wooseok #pentagon scenarios #pentagon drabbles #pentagon fluff #pentagon smut

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kpopandcream · 7 years ago

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Hand Print - Act III, Part II

Pairing: ReaderxWooseok.

Genre: Angst.

Warnings: Dark themes, Foul Language, Implied Smut,

You greatly believed in the strength of togetherness. When together, nothing could rip you apart. You knew this. You were so much stronger with him and so much happier too. He caused so much good, wrapped you so tightly in a cocoon that you forgot what it was like to not feel safe. A knife to that silk was all it took to rip you out of his home.

Word Count: 6.1k

Play: Act 1, Act 2, Act 3-Part I, Act 3-Part II

Masterlist

Act 3, Scene 5: Breath

Hwitaek handed you the mail from the foot of your door as he walked past you in the hallway to the dinner table. His mouth worked while you flipped through the junk mail and promotions to find the bills, eyes glued to the papers between your fingers. You followed slowly after him, nodding to show you were listening through a fair bit of it was going over your head.

“... but he said we could plan out another time to meet so I’m not worried. While we’re on a break, I want to spend time with you.”

You picked your head up from the mail to meet his eyes, sweet and expectant and shining like he’d just said the kindest thing ever. With a light smile, he took his seat across from you and you tossed the mail to the far side of the table, willing to dedicate yourself to the conversation.

“Me too,” you murmured lightly. He began uncovering the dishes you set out for dinner when you hummed, “but you do need to see your friends too.”

“I never say I wouldn’t.” His voice was steady but he didn’t look at you and it caused your lips to press together cautiously.

“I just don’t want to make it- make you feel trapped.” You hoped to stop the quiver in your voice, switching spots as you now grabbed dinner and he grabbed salad.

“That’s not what it feels like, y/n,” he huffed, head notching to the side as he spoke, “why is this always an argument with you?”

Halfway between picking up your utensils, you sighed and placed them down brashly. Giving him a stern look and straightening, off-put by the way he pronounced your name, you said, “we’re not arguing, Hwitaek.”

He simply clicked his tongue, muttering something under his breath as he began to eat. His head faced down and his movements were sharp in the citric lighting, eliciting a ‘what?’ from you.

“I said I’m not you, y/n,” he repeated, emphasizing your name again. The two of you hardly referred to each other with your legal names, finding them distant. Neither of you related to the sentiment behind them, Hwi even genuine wanting to change it, so you refrained from it. Rather than feeling personal when you said each other’s names, you were both so unattached to them that it felt more like an insult.

From that, to the poison in his voice, and to the way he used your past as a weapon against you, you found yourself hurt. He must have seen this on your face, his features melting as his mouth opened. “That’s not-”

“Eat by yourself,” you muttered, taking the napkin from your lap and throwing it beside your plate. The scraping of the chair against the floor as you got up from your seat resembled metal scratching metal.

“Ba- babe, please,” he seemed to plead, getting up after you and following you to the door. You were slipping on your winter boots when he placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to turn you around.

“Leave me alone,” you spat, shifting in order to get out from under his touch. This caused a flash of hurt in his eyes, hand falling to his side. You stared at one another for a brief moment, a scowl deep on your face and something so unsure on his lips. You watched as he took a step back, straightening his jaw and squaring his shoulders, body rigid.

Before he turned away from you, he muttered bitterly, “why do you always run away?”

You didn’t follow his retreating figure, sick of chasing after people and wanting someone to chase after you just once. You stood at the front for long enough to hear him start cleaning the table. When you stepped out, shutting the door behind you, you heard a muffled yell and distant shattering. It was only imaginable what a mess you two must have looked like: your eyes squeezed shut and back pressed against the door while he huffed over a counter and gripped the edge of it. The sinking of your stomach was the only thing you could feel, the chill and grey clouds completely insignificant. You loved him, you did, but sometimes you wondered if it was even worth it.

Act 3, Scene 6: Dive

The door was tugged open the moment you removed your keys from your pocket. Hwitaek looked at you cautiously, eyeing your long coat and your face as if to see if anything had happened; and then, he slung his arms around your waist and relaxed immensely. The breath he held was released immediately past your ear and his body formed around yours like it belonged there. Taking steps forward, you moved inside, foot closing the door behind you as you walked into your shared apartment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair, kissing the top of your head before you angled your chin up to look at him.

“It was my fault,” you murmured, hands trailing up to rest between his shoulder blades. Staring into those thickly protected eyes of his when you first met, you never would’ve guessed what you could see now. There was sadness and regret and such frailty that made you press yourself closer into him at the shake of his head.

“No, I- I shouldn’t have said what I said. It’s unfair to you and I hate that it came to my mind because you told me that in confidence. I shouldn’t have used it against you.” He sounded so serious and it was scary how he could read your mind like that. He knew exactly why you were upset and though his apologies weren’t extravagant, they were what you needed to hear.

Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his and hummed, “it’s okay.”

When you rested your head on his chest, you heard the soft beating of his heart and tried to match yours to it. He wrapped himself tighter around you, creating a home for himself. The two of you sat in a heavy silence for a few moments, minds racing. The mixed cologne and food still lingering on his shirt, the closing of your eyes, the steadiness of his heart beat against your ear: they all overwhelmed you for reasons he didn’t understand.

That much was obvious from his reaction when you started crying. He took it well enough though, apologizing and asking if you wanted your favourite tea and looking frantic as he ran around for something to comfort you. You were somehow on the couch with him, head on his chest and clutching him so tightly as you reclined. He asked you what was wrong but you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. The guilt of wanting someone else weighed down on you and the more you thought of it, the more you wanted to be alone. Yet, the more you wanted to be alone, the more you wanted to be with Hwitaek.

He placed little kisses into your forehead and relieved the stress in your hands by holding them. He took care of you like no one ever had and you needed that. You needed him despite all things. That only made you hurt more.

“I love you,” he said so quietly, you would have missed it if you weren’t paying attention. It wasn’t the first he’d ever said it but these words were few and far between, adding so much weight to the times where he would confess to you. Every time he said it, the more you were torn in half and the more you wanted to let him go for is own good.

Looking up at him through watered eyes, you caught the gravity in his eyes and were compelled to say it back. The lightness of the smile and the thumb that ran under your eyes caused the first solidifying of your heart, as if he was gluing back together what you’d destroyed when you were with Wooseok, though he knew nothing of it.

“How about we watch a shitty movie and eat in bed?” Hwi suggested, giving you a hopeful look. He was really doing his best, never knowing how to deal with anyone crying but always trying his hardest.

This caused you to nod before you shifted upwards to kiss him again and again. There wasn’t an urgency in this but that didn’t mean it lacked any sort of passion and somehow, you felt a blossoming in your stomach. You hated to admit it but you thrived around him and everywhere his hands touched you meant new flowers were planted in your skin. It was beautiful and yet sad because most gardens died in the winter and you were nearing the end of fall.

“I’ll make some popcorn,”he chimed, getting up and moving towards the kitchen. You stayed on the couch, unmoving and missing his warmth. You used your elbow to prop you up and watched him walk into the next room.

The teal of his sweater and the white t-shirt peeking out from under contrasted so nicely with his skin. His jeans were cuffed, suiting him in ways that made every pair of jeans you saw like that remind you of him. His hair was growing out, though the undercut was still there, and the top part that shifted as he moved his head was a fading tan. When he turned to tell you to get dressed for bed, the curve of his lips was outlined by the light and it made you smile.

“Yeah, I’m going,” you hummed, waving him away and sniffling lightly. His teeth were put on display as his lips parted over them and he looked so encouraged before disappearing fully around the corner.

Slowly getting up, you studied the house. From where you were, you could hear Hwitaek in the kitchen, opening a floor to ceiling cabinet he really wanted to get from whatever furniture store you’d gone in to buy some of your essentials. The whole place came more or less furnished and it explained the odd extravagance of it. The couch was a deep teal and plump, but always so comfortable. Hwi laid thin covers on top of it and called the style bohemian when you first moved in, looking very proud of himself. Every part of this house had Hwi and you mixed into it. Where he took the couch, you took the coffee table in front of it. Where he painted the walls in the living room, you painted the walls in bathroom and bedroom. Everything was even and it looked well put together. You couldn’t deny you were proud.

The living room bled into the dining room, which was open and had a basic deep brown wooden table paired with an odd looking vase and some fake flowers as the centrepiece. The vase depicted a man holding a picture which had the man holding the same picture and so on and so forth. Hwi had picked it up from a weird shop off the street. You thought it was comically wonderful and structured very well and so, there it stood. You could look around and find a story behind everything and, as you walked through the dining room and made a right to get to the kitchen, you felt the slightest bit filled.

“By the way,” he called over the shifting of plates and raising his voice much louder than it needed to be, “I talked to Hyojong. I’m going to see him on Thursday.”

“That sounds great,” you said, unenthusiastically . Peeking around the corner to the kitchen, you listened to him speak and admired how at home he looked.

“We’re going to Jinho’s and the rest should be there too. They’re all bringing someone so I thought you might want to come.” He still spoke as if you were in the bedroom, far from him. You hummed lightly, wrapping your arms around his thinning waist and resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“Okay,” was all you said. Hwitaek, who paused for the slightest moment when you hugged him, still went about his business, moving with you in step to grab a bowl for the popcorn. The bag was resting in the microwave, flat and smeared with butter. When he closed the door to the microwave and pressed a few buttons to get it started, you saw his smile grow in the reflection of the door.

“What happened to getting dressed for bed? The movie?”

You shrugged, nestling closer to him. You sniffled when you breathed still but being with him like this was something you found yourself enjoying. It was light and free and when he turned to face you and brushed your hair out of your face, you saw yourself melting into him. His fingers fixed strands behind your ear as you murmured that it wasn’t important what you were going to do. He raised his eyebrows, not the least surprised but teasing you and you enjoyed it. As you leaned further into him and his lips pressed to yours, you wanted to build a home here. You’d spent two years with him and now, finally now, you were ready to bring that dream of having a home be a person into reality.

You got lost in this kiss that, when the microwave went off, you both jumped. His hands moved to open the door, to shut up the stupid machine so you could just stay the way you were but it didn’t work. He ended up swiping the stack of mail that he’d moved to the counter off the marble and you snickered, watching him get frustrated.

Picking up the mail while he muttered about how nothing goes his way, you smiled at his antics. He could be a child sometimes but it was funny nonetheless. In the stack of bills and promotions, you caught a deep blue envelope and picked it out among the rest. You inspected it, turning it over but it seemed so ordinary. The brand wasn’t fancy, the paper was thin as well as the letter it enclosed. There was nothing special about it and yet, you didn’t set it aside.

“Do you know what this is?” you asked offhandedly, though it had your name on the receiving stamp. Hwi was behind you now but he fit his head perfectly on your shoulder and shrugged. The bowl was hot and near your side, the feeling almost uncomfortable.

“No idea.”

You hummed, picking at the sticker. Half of you didn’t want to open it, the feeling in your stomach building ridiculously and you felt the nausea threatening to come about. The other half, compelled by Hwi’s suggestion, peeled the sticker from the bottom and flicked the flap up. Upon seeing the words written in a perfectly typed cursive, you felt you were right in being nauseous. You held it back and closed the envelope with shaking hands.

“Babe?” Hwitaek’s voice sounded far away. “Who’s Wooseok?”

“Please don’t say his name,” you whispered, leaning to put the envelope back on the counter. It nearly slipped off but rested precariously on the edge. You nearly felt the discontent in Hwi’s voice as he spoke, setting down the popcorn bowl.

“Is that him?”

The question was quiet but heavy and you didn’t know what him he was referring to. Any him was a him you didn’t want to remember, especially this man who creeped into your dreams and suffocated you with the way he wanted to love you- with the way he did love you.

You were unmoving and it gave Hwi the only answer he needed. He sighed lightly and there was a pause, like he was deciding what to do. You didn’t look at much of the letter, none of it but the first line. You knew the handwriting from the start but the name he used, the one that swallowed your heart confirmed it. Then his name in a cliche, ‘it’s me’ statement. As if you wouldn’t already know, like you hadn’t spent hours pouring over the lyrics he once wrote in countless journals, on napkins at dinner, on your arm when there was nothing but the pen in his pocket. As if you weren’t captivated by his use of anything but your name in the introduction. As if you needed him to say who he was so everything could tear down again- everything you tried so hard to built and so hard to forget.

While you were upset, you were confused. After all this time, all these two years of radio silence? You hadn’t called him. You hadn’t been ready and you doubted you ever would be. You could change but you were scared if you could change for him or if you would fall back into that sickening pattern that you hated yourself for- that you cried over every day remembering it. He said not to call him, not to do anything unless you were ready. Did this mean he was ready?

Your mind spun faster than straw into gold and it was hard to keep up. The only stabilizing thing was Hwitaek, who picked up the popcorn bowl from before and walked towards the room. He had paused in the dining room to look at you, eyes kind but sheltered, hiding. Your fingers were still shaking but you let them come into his when he outstretched his arm. His smile was soft and lit up his face until his cheeks, resting there like a setting sun.

“Want to still watch that movie?”

You nodded, wordless and nauseous and feeling like hell. What you needed was to be in bed and held, by anyone who was willing to give it to you. Deep down, you were glad it was Hwi, knowing he would take your mind off Wooseok for long enough for you to fall asleep. He rubbed his thumb down yours in warm circles and talked as if nothing happened and you let yourself fall into it, wanting not to remember anything but the future you planned- the one that was comfortable and simple and effortless. The one without him.

Act 3, Scene 7: Don’t Leave Me

As expected, most of the guests at the small dinner party Hwi spoke about flopped. It was funny making bets on who would show up though. The bets went horribly, everyone’s patterns really erratic and unpredictable except one. Hyojong was always a given, seeing as he was always free and hardly made time for anything but his friends. The bet with him was if he’d really bring a date, which he did once and you owed Hwi quite a lot of favours for it but that was worth it for the both of you at the end of the day. Besides, you won tonight, saying it would be Hyojong and Shinwon who showed up.

Hwi offered to pay up immediately, being in a good mood that night. You could tell from the way he slipped his hands between your thighs and slid the material of your dress up higher under the table. You would have generally been upset about this, wondering what the waiter would think or his friends if they found out but the twinkle in his eyes was convincing enough. You smiled and played off most of his other advances, making his arm retreat to the back of your chair, where his fingers ran shapes into your shoulder. The action wasn’t enough to be dramatically romantic but you found yourself never wanting him to stop.

Hyojong’s laugh was sweet that night, hitting your ear like a chord strummed right. Your smile mimicked his, loud and wide, and the whole table followed his lead. Your bodies shook with laughter, absolutely caught in his odd sense of humour and captured by his presence. Those tired eyes of his were wide and alert and he seemed to have come alive, more than usual tonight. You wondered what had happened but didn’t ask, thinking it too personal for the casual dinner. You were glad to see he was enjoying himself but more so happy to see Hwitaek beaming, genuinely happy outside of home and work.

You had been living together for a year and friends for two before and he had always been a homebody. He was a sucker for domesticity and it showed when he said he wanted to stay home and cook with you, watch movies, or listen to music in bed while napping. Sometimes, you missed the adventure of the past, where you would stay out until four in the morning with friends or where you wouldn’t spend more than a day home consecutively. It was exciting but sometimes, you looked forward to having someone to come home to and having a heart to lay beside yours. Though, the both of you were graduating from your second degree soon, Hwitaek being a year ahead of you, and he was looking for jobs that meant he’d float and go abroad and be on business trips. This scared you, knowing things would change between you but you didn’t want it to. You wanted to stay here, at this table, in this moment, where adulthood didn’t have a chance of catching up with you at all.

“Okay, god, I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” Hyojong groaned, cheeks red. You watched him throw down his napkin on the table and get up, Shinwon following closely after.

He flashed his phone at you and Hwi, saying lightly, “I need to make a quick call. I’ll just be a minute.”

“Alright,” Hwi chimed while you leaned forward, propping your head up with your chin resting on your palm. You raised your eyebrows quickly, moving them up and down with a devilish grin. Shinwon gave you a slightly uncomfortable look while you did so, knowing what you were insinuating but you said it nonetheless.

“Yeah, you get that date with your boss, Won. We’re rooting for you.”

He flushed the lightest bit, contrasting with the black turtleneck he was wearing. He fixed his jean jacket on top of his thick sweater and clicked his tongue, trying to play off that he was embarrassed as he walked away. Shinwon might have murmured something but you had turned to Hwi and suddenly, he was the only thing that mattered.

His eyes were on you, looking at you so lovingly and you could practically tell what he was thinking. The two of you were so akin, knowing the other without skipping a beat and it was so comforting for you to know he thought you fit in well with his friends. It was important to him. His friends had gotten him through everything, from school to the loss of his parents. It was because of this that you tried so hard around them, wanting to be liked.

You pressed your hand against his cheek, leaning in closer. The chiming of your bracelets as they hit each other died out and he took his chance to speak, covering your wrist with his fingers.

“I’m happy,” he hummed, so soft and only for you to hear, “thank you for suggesting we do this.”

Leaning in, you placed a sweet kiss on his lips. The hand that was on the back of your chair came to your head, holding you in place for a moment and leaning into you again. It made you smile, not knowing what you did to deserve this treatment. There was something heavy in the way he kissed, like it meant so much more than he wanted it to look like it did and you could feel it in the way he took the air from your lungs when you pulled away.

“What?” You laughed a bit, looking at him almost as if he had constellations in his irises, “why are you being so sweet?”

“Are you saying I’m not always this sweet?” His eyebrows arch up, so playful and kind, contrasted with the edge of his chin and the strength of his cheekbones.

You simply shook your head but leaned in again and felt a familiar leap in your chest. The heart you didn’t think would beat again for anyone else seemed to thump once, heavy and skipping its regular routine. This excited you, giving you hope that there was something more than the bitterness you felt and the comfortability- the stagnancy of an unexceptional relationship. There was more out there from Hwi, something more you couldn’t tap into yet but you wanted to. You desperately wanted to see what more he had hidden, underneath those layers of skin and protected hearts that he gave to you but never in whole. He had been holding back, especially since you heard of Wooseok again and you received the letter, which you hadn’t read yet.

Since the letter, you had erupted. Whatever you were trying to hold back from Hwi was revealed and you told him everything, who Wooseok was, what you’d done, the mistakes you made even when you and Hwi had met. He braced it for you, wiping away whatever tears came to your eyes and asking for you to continue but you could tell it bothered him. He felt you were torn between him and Woo, explicitly telling you this. Both of you knew it was true and it hurt his pride. The words he said that night though, they stuck. They forced the wheels of change to turn again, asking you to be better and you wanted to rise to the challenge.

He looked at you just a few days after getting the letter, the both of you in bed. You were undressed, lying on top of him and drawing clouds into his bare chest and up his collarbone. He had moved the blanket down so far that it covered just the bottom of you but the way his fingers ran up and down the indent of your spine filled you with enough warmth. It was quiet but he hummed lowly, drawing your attention from his skin to his face. He didn’t stop his movements but he looked hesitant, like he couldn’t bear to ask what he was going to and yet, asking it anyways.

“Have you been in love with him this whole time?”

Tearing your eyes from his stare, you paused and thought about what to say. Nothing substantial came to mind, keeping your mind quiet. It wasn’t a yes and, then again, it wasn’t a no. This was enough for him to nod, fingers hypnotizing and homely as they continued their slow journey up and down the curves of your bone.

“That’s okay,” he whispered so silently, trying to hide his disappointment at the answer but it was almost as if he expected it. The way he looked at you was understanding and this attitude, the one that accepted all of you this way hurt because you didn’t deserve someone this sweet to you.

“I’m not mad now but if you want this- us- to continue, you have to stop. I didn’t want to waste the time we’ve had together. It hasn’t been a waste; but I don’t want to share you. Don’t make me.”

You nodded, splaying your hands across his chest and creating a place for you to rest your chin without poking into him. He adjusted to sit up slightly and look at you properly. His fingers came up and brushed the hair behind your ear, the gravity in every movement and every word said not missed.

“Please don’t make me leave,” he breathed, broken and resilient and your heart shattered. He was hurt, the look in his eyes so innocent and discouraged. It sparked water to spill from yours and you nodded again.

As you leaned up to kiss him, you knew he meant he would leave if you didn’t stop. The threat wasn’t forgotten and you let him know that you were serious. You were going to try for him now, as best as you could.

So, being at dinner with him and his friends was you trying to come full circle and trying to grow- trying to be better. Telling his friends stories about him, letting them in on the world you’d closed them out of for a long time and seeing Hwi beam brighter than the sun, these all made it worth it, Watching him was enough to make you sure that you could try, just as long as nothing more happened. You wanted to focus on him and no one else and you were going to do your best. Though, you supposed there are always other plans in motion.

Act 3, Scene 8: Walking In Time

The house was near silent as you padded down your hallways. Hwi had woken up, asked you where you were going as you gently tossed the blankets off you. he wasn’t totally coherent but you knew he could hear you. All you had to do was lean in and give him a quiet kiss, murmuring something about being thirsty. He wouldn’t complain, only turn around and go back to sleep. That was what he did, though he kissed you back just a bit stronger than usual. You wondered if that meant he would stay awake until you climbed back into bed but, when you walked back in, fingers shaking with a cup and letter in hand, you found him sprawled once more. He was dead asleep, small snores coming up through his throat.

Usually, it would annoy you but tonight was different. You needed to be alone, finding the eerily silent house, filled with only breathing, a comfort. Desperately, you needed to be alone. You needed to unwrap this letter. You needed to know what exactly had ripped the strings that so tightly strangled you and kept you together. You needed to know why and where and how- how did he find you and why now?

Fingers still shaking, long thin cardigan trailing behind you as you walked, you mulled it over. Why was it that you couldn’t just be comfortable? Why did he have to come in and ruin everything? He said you ruined things, that you were the problem, but it seemed that whenever you were happy- whenever you were trying to just move on and live a mediocre life- he came right back. you teetered between anger and an unknown excitement that bubbled in your chest. Even after all this time, after all of your mistakes, you were still excited to see him. It was ridiculous.

Slowly pulling out a chair at the dining room table, you took your time unravelling the letter. The sticker taping the front shut came off easier than the first time, losing its stickiness to the air in your kitchen. The flap opened and slowly, meticulously, you picked up the letter. A small part of you wished to bring it closer to your nose, to see if the scent of him was still on the paper. You didn’t particularly need to though, knowing everything about this was him. From top to bottom, it was Wooseok and it hurt.

Sunflower,

It’s me, Wooseok. Is it weird for me to still call you sunflower? I’m sorry if it is. I’m just trying to write as authentically as I can.

I know I said that you should call me when you’re ready. I said it the last two times we broke up and yet, it seems to be me reaching out every time. Funny, isn’t it? Or is that irony? I don’t know, you were always better at the language stuff.

What I actually want to say is that I was told to write a few things to the people who have wronged me. I started seeing a therapist and they said that maybe I’m so troubled by a lot of things because I haven’t let them go so, here I am. Trying to let it go. I don’t know where to start though. Should I start at the beginning or only when it started to hurt? No, I think I’ll start from when I was happy. Yeah. There.

Okay, I just want to say that I don’t think you ever made me truly unhappy until after we broke up. Before then, like I said, I was always, always happy. Sure, we fought and we got jealous and we stormed out on each other but it felt okay because we apologized. We came back to each other. We loved each other. I think that’s why I took it so hard when we broke up. I didn’t get it because I didn’t get what I did wrong.

I get now that it’s not about people doing anything wrong. You just didn’t feel it was going anywhere, that you had manipulated me and, honestly, maybe you did. I don’t know what the signs are like and I haven’t been able to pinpoint them. But I think what made me upset was that there was no closure. You never gave me an explanation until the second time around and I was too childish to just listen to you and talk it out. Maybe I was just afraid of getting hurt though, maybe you were pushing me. I feel like I’ll maybe never know.

The thing is that I still don’t feel like I have closure. I never have and I never will, I fear. Although, talking about it has made me feel better. even writing this feels good, you know? I’m moving forward and I want you to know that. I’m not trying to get you back with this. In fact, I feel like it’s more of a goodbye, maybe. Not forever but just until I get better because really, I want to see you. I want to know how you’re doing. I want you to know I’m not mad at you.

When everything’s okay, when we fix ourselves, I hope we find our ways back to each other as friends. Until then, I hope you’re well. My phone number hasn’t changed so, there’s always that. So, yeah. See you soon, maybe.

- Wooseok.

P.s: I heard about Hwitaek and you moving in together. Vernon doesn’t seem to approve but Jisoo’s kinda proud of you. Says you’re growing up. How’s that going? I hope well. And I hope you’re still close with Jisoo and Heeji. I think they might miss you. Don’t make Hwi your whole world. Go out, be happy, work. Make your life like you told me to make mine.

Tear drops dried into the paper, your throat closing in on itself. You couldn’t decide a single thing about how you felt, though your body seemed to know quite well. It was melodramatic and anticlimactic, not at all the letter you expected to get. In fact, it was one you didn’t want to get, the sobs in your throat building into something louder. You couldn’t cry though, you couldn’t show that to yourself. You didn’t want to.

Wooseok being happy and trying to move forward- it broke your spirit. It was all you wanted and now, hearing about it only made you sad. You couldn’t deny that you wanted to be there to see it. You wanted to see him smile and be happy, go out with his friends, create a career and life for himself. He seemed so stuck but this gave you hope that he was doing something. His words sounded so hopeful and wonderful and your heart prayed for him to feel better.

Though, you supposed you were crying most for the feelings in your heart at the last bit. He wished for your happiness. He was concerned about you. He wanted you to grow and perhaps that hurt the most because it meant he still cared. You still cared. Sitting on that chair at the dinner table, the tears couldn’t stop themselves. You felt overwhelmed, happy and miserable all at once. No words could quite explain how you felt, how being called Sunflower meant something more than your life. You shook, silently holding yourself, crumpling the paper, destroying yet one more thing.

How was it that him fixing himself led to your undoing?

A/N: okay this one came quick but also bc I had a lot of it already written. Part 4 will be up at the end of may which is when I’ll have time for basically alll of my writing. I’m hoping to finish this really quick though because I love it and the ending is already planned and ah I just can’t wait for you guys to see it! Thanks for sticking with it! Much love, and I’ll see you with the nexttt

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woo297 · 7 years ago

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I told you

Request: I can i have a pentagon wooseok where he is sick and his girlfriend has to take care of him please P.s keep up the good work

Pairings: Wooseok x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Here it is. I hope you enjoy it and sorry for being late.^^

“I really have to fight the urge to say ‘I told you’ right n-” you were interrupted by a sneeze. “Bless you” you sighed and replaced the cooling pack which rested on his forehead with a new one.

“Thanks.” Wooseok said with a nasally voice. He caught a cold because he was too stubborn to listen to you.

Flashback

“Okay babe. I’m going. See you tomorrow.” he said just before exiting your apartment.

“Wait,Wooseok. Are you going out like that? Today is really cold, you know and if you leave like that you’ll most likely get sick.” you told him concerned about his health.

“Nah. I’m sure I won’t get sick. The dorm isn’t that far from here and I really don’t feel like wearing a coat right now.”

“Fine but when you get sick, don’t expect me to take care of you.” you sighed, hands on your hips giving him the ‘You-really-should-listen-to-me-because-I’m-right’ look.

He just rolled his eyes and left but not before telling you again that he won’t get sick.

Now here you were, taking care of your boyfriend who laid in your bed with a high fever. You didn’t want to take care of him just because he didn’t listen to you even though you knew he would catch a cold. But when he knocked on your door with a pale face, sweating and looking totally worn out, you just didn’t have it in you to tell him ‘I told you’ and to leave him deal with the consequences for not listening to his girlfriend who is always right.

“I’ll go make you some soup. Try to sleep in the meantime.” Wooseok weakly nodded while watching you leave the room. It didn’t take much to fall asleep after that.

When you came back with the food and some medicine for him to take after eating, you weren’t surprised to find your boyfriend sleeping. What surprised you was the fact that even if he is sick with a high running fever, pale and with bags under his eyes, Wooseok still looked breathtakingly handsome. Leave it to the giant maknae to still look good with a snooty nose.

“Wooseok-ah. Wake up, the soup is ready.” he furrowed his brows and slowly opened one eye. You grinned to yourself thinking about how adorable this boy can be. He sat up against the headboard and you placed the tray on his lap.

“Woah. It’s really good, (Y/N).” he smiled while looking at you. A blush spread out on your face and you tried to hide it behind your hair. He chuckled a little already knowing the effect his words had on you.

After eating, you gave him the medicine and a glass of water. He took the medicine and cringed at the bitter taste they had, making you laugh at his silly face.

You stood up to bring the tray back in the kitchen but Wooseok grabbed your wrist and pulled you under the covers immediately warping his strong arms around your smaller body.

“Yah! What are you doing? You are going to pass me the cold too.” you struggled to get free but even if he was sick, he was still stronger than you.

“You’ll get sick only if I kiss you and besides I’m really cold so I need your warmth” he uttered pulling you closer to him and resting his head in the crook of your neck. You sighed and relaxed in his arms, warping your own around his back. “Fine..” you started stroking his hair while humming to a song which was stuck in your head.

“Gosh I really want to kiss you right now” he whined against your skin. “Well, you have to wait a few more days because no way in hell am I letting you to get me sick.” He groaned while whispering that he hated being sick.

“I told you that you’ll get sick.” you laughed while he groaned again. From now on he would always listen to you.

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blu-joons · 3 years ago

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Your First Time Being Affectionate In Front Of Another Member ~ Pentagon Reaction

Jinho:

You pushed Jinho towards the door as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips on his way out. “You’ll be late,” you warned him with a grin.

His shoulders shrugged, looking up as Shinwon walked out of his room and towards the front door too, “don’t stop on my account, I’ll just pretend that I didn’t see you kissing.”

“It was one kiss,” Jinho chuckled as Shinwon passed you both by to head out.

His eyes rolled as he looked back to you both, “it’s one kiss more than any of us have ever seen you share before,” he joked, “I didn’t realise that the two of you were affectionate together.”

“And this is why we’re not affectionate around you,” Jinho quickly explained, “because I knew you guys wouldn’t be able to not tease.”

A sheepish grin formed on Shinwon’s face, “I’m just saying, you guys shouldn’t be afraid of kissing in front of us, it’s all very cute and very lovely for us to see.”

“You sound sarcastic,” you laughed back across at him, “are you going to leave this place and regret leaving your room?”

“Absolutely, every single second of it.”

Hui:

A cheer came from you as soon as you saw Hoetaek, immediately wrapping your arms around him. “Congratulations,” you smiled.

His arms moved around you too, forgetting about the boys walking behind him. “I’m so glad that you could be here,” he grinned back at you, pulling away a few moments later.

“Hey, where’s our hugs?” Yanan teased, opening his arms up for you to walk into.

Your head shook as Hoetaek tightened his arm that was around you, “Y/N’s mine,” he reminded them all, bringing you in as tight as he could to see his side as you congratulated them.

“I thought everyone got a hug because we won,” Yanan pouted, “we’ve never seen you exclusively hug Hoetaek before, or do anything.”

You quickly fell silent as you realised that you had never been affectionate with Hoetaek around the boys before. “I’m not letting Y/N hug any of you losers.”

“We’re not losers, we’re winners,” Yanan reminded him, pointing to the award that the boys had picked up at the ceremony.

“Which is why I’m the one getting hugged.”

Hongseok:

As a scoff came, the two of you looked around to see Hyunggu staring back at you. “You know you’re blocking the way around doing this.”

You went to step back, but Hongseok kept a hold of you. “You know there are many other routes you can take to the living room without having to be irritating for once.”

“But this way is the most convenient,” Hyunggu smugly retorted to him.

You went to move again, but Hongseok pulled you back. “Y/N and I aren’t moving, so you can either walk through our hug or take a different way around to head into the living room.”

“What do you see in him?” Hyunggu suddenly asked him, “the first time I see him be affectionate with you, and this is how he is.”

Your shoulders shrugged, feeling slightly stuck in the middle. “I just do as I’m told,” you laughed, feeling Hongseok tighten his grip around you quickly.

“He’s mean,” Hyunggu sighed as he reluctantly walked around your embrace, “I preferred it when you weren’t affectionate.”

“Sorry, but that side of me has gone.”

Shinwon:

The two of you both jumped back as the door opened and Changgu walked in. “Don’t mind me, I just forgot to pick up my phone.”

Your head shook as you stepped back from Shinwon, “it’s alright,” you nervously smiled, bringing your hands forward as you tried your best to bring a smile to your face.

“No need to be shy,” Changgu assured you as he walked past you, “a hug is no big deal.”

As soon as he spoke you felt your cheeks flush with Shinwon chuckling beside you. “I told you that the boys wouldn’t mind if we hugged whilst at work,” he teased, poking your hip.

“We like seeing you guys together,” Changgu also encouraged, “you know that you’re very much treated like part of the family Y/N.”

Your head nodded appreciatively in reply to him, “thank you,” you murmured as Shinwon moved his arm to wrap around you once again, “that means a lot to me.”

“You make Shinwon happy, which makes us happy,” he smiled as he opened up the studio door again, “I’ll leave you two to it.”

“We won’t be too long, I promise.”

Yeo One:

A look of confusion appeared on Changgu’s face as he pulled away from you to see Yuto staring at him. “What have I done now?”

Yuto shook his head back at Changgu as he watched you walk away, “you’ve not done anything, I just think you and Y/N are really adorable with one another, that’s all.”

“How long have you been stood there watching us?” Changgu asked, slightly concerned.

Yuto’s head shook as he realised what Changgu was thinking, “only a couple of seconds, I promise. I just didn’t want to interrupt your hug, you seemed like you needed it a bit.”

“A little,” Changgu frowned, running his hand through his hair, “Y/N gives really good hugs, they’re incredibly comforting for me.”

Yuto nodded understandingly, “you don’t have to be afraid to hug her around us you know, we’re all happy for you seeing how often you smile with her.”

“I’ll bear that in mind,” Changgu replied, “although I know one or two members who’ll find a way to joke with it.”

“Leave them to me, I’m on your side.”

Yanan:

A squeal escaped you as a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders as soon as Yanan kissed you. “I’m not having that, thank you.”

Your eyes looked back to see Wooseok pulling you away with a shake of his head. “What are you doing?” Yanan frowned, finding his arms suddenly feeling very empty.

“You’ve got a bedroom to be affectionate in,” Wooseok quickly reminded you both.

Your heads shook as Wooseok made sure that there was plenty of distance between you both. “It was one kiss,” Yanan tried to tell him, but Wooseok wasn’t interested at all.

“I’m keeping a close eye on you both from now on,” he warned, “we don’t want to see any kissing in this dormitory from now on.”

You looked across at Yanan who was equally as confused as you were, “you know that we can’t do that, don’t you?” Yanan asked him with a loud laugh.

“I’ll keep you both apart,” Wooseok promised, “I’ve got young eyes, and they don’t need to see you both being sweet.”

“Your young eyes won’t be young forever.”

Yuto:

A sudden gasp came from you as a hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you down a corridor. “It’s just me,” a voice spoke.

Your hands immediately hit against Yuto’s chest as you realised that it was him holding onto you. “What on earth are you planning at? You terrified me for a second there.”

“I just wanted to get you alone without the boys,” he smiled, holding onto your waist.

The smile on your face grew as Yuto began to pull you towards him, only for someone to clear their throat. “Is this what the two of you are doing, hiding so you can be affectionate alone?”

“N-no,” Yuto stuttered as you looked down the corridor to see Hongseok watching you both with his arms folded across his chest.

His head shook at the looks of fear on both of your faces, “I can’t believe you guys felt as if you had to hide in order to hug each other when around us.”

“It’s better than listening to you guys tease,” Yuto retorted, “I know exactly what you guys would be like around us.”

“We would never do such a thing.”

Kino:

Your paced picked up as Hyunggu started to follow you around the kitchen, “we’ll break something if you don’t stop this.”

Hyunggu didn’t care though as he grabbed onto you and started to tickle you, “they won’t be asleep yet, you don’t need to worry about waking any of them up.

“Oh, won’t we?” A sudden voice spoke up in the doorway to the kitchen where you were.

The two of you both stopped as you looked across to see Hoetaek stood there, “we leave you two alone for five minutes and you’re like kids running around the place causing trouble.

“it’s Y/N’s fault,” Hyunggu quickly told him, pointing across to you, “she blew bubbles at me when we were doing the washing up.”

Your eyes went wide as Hyunggu threw you under the bus, “I didn’t ask you to start chasing me around the kitchen and start tickling me too.”

“Hyunggu, sort it out,” Hoetaek scolded, taking your side straight away, “Y/N is far too innocent to do something like that.”

“You don’t know her like I do.”

Wooseok:

You both froze as the door to the dorm opened up, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “What are you two up to?”

Your eyes darted to the door as Jinho walked through the front door. “We’re not doing anything, we’re just watching a film,” Wooseok quickly explained to him.

“Is that all you’re doing?” He pushed, looking at the close distance between you both.

Your heads both nodded in response, “it just got a little chilly, so we pulled one of the blankets down,” you added, trying to assure Jinho that there was no need to panic.

“You two are cute,” he suddenly complimented though, “it’s nice to see you cuddled up, you’re always so distant from each other.”

You smiled weakly back across at him, “I just like to be respectful that this is you guys’ home, I’m a guest here, even when I’m with Wooseok.”

“Y/N,” Jinho chuckled, “this is your home when you’re with Wooseok, never worry about any of us, trust me.”

“Thanks, that really means a lot.”

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daybreakx · 3 years ago

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in love ⎥wooseok

➵ pentagon wooseok x gn reader, best friends to lovers, fluff.

➵ word count: 1.75k

➵ warnings: talks about marriage, weddings, etc. mentions of food and drinks (alcohol included), there’s only one bed cliché, this is unedited.

➵ membership holders: @milkybonya, @14-hibiscus ♥︎

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It was wedding weekend and excitement filled the air all around.

You’d driven upstate with Wooseok and Yuto, all of you telling different stories about the soon-to-be-married couple, who’d been your friends for a few years now.

You were arguably the most excited about it. The chance to wear your best clothes, dance all night and of course, witness two people madly in love getting married got your heart beating happily.

There were the little things that always came up with weddings that tried so hard to kill the mood, particularly the bride and groom’s. But if you could help keeping them from a breakdown in any way, you would take the chance.

Which was how you ended up in the same hotel room as Wooseok.

One of the groom’s siblings had gotten a date a few days prior, and since he’d left the plus one square unchecked in his invitation, there wasn’t a room for them, so yours was given up.

It was fine, though. After being friends with Wooseok for so long, there had been other occasions in which you’d had to share many things.

“You don’t mind, do you?” you questioned, eyes settling on the one bed on the other side of the room. Both of you would fit perfectly, but not without touching each other at some point.

“Not at all,” he replied plopping down in one of the tiny orange sofas. “I’m sorry you had to give up your room though.”

“It’s alright,” you smiled at Wooseok, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s not a big deal. There will probably be much more trouble tomorrow at the actual wedding.”

Wooseok was being honest. At the moment it didn’t seem like to trouble him that you would eventually have to sleep on the same bed, you’d fallen asleep together while watching movies a thousand times before. How would this be any different?

“Hmkay,” you sighed, getting up. “We better start getting ready for the rehearsal dinner, can I take a shower first?”

“Sure, of course,” Wooseok got up too, stretching his arms up to the ceiling. “I’ll go to Yuto’s room.”

Leaving you alone to get ready, Wooseok decided to text his friend to find out where he was instead of walking around aimlessly. He joined Yuto, Hyunggu and Changgu downstairs at the bar, along with most of the groomsmen and a couple other guests.

“What are we talking about?” Wooseok asked as the men broke into laughter. He could tell most of them had a few drinks on them already and was reminded of all the problems you’d mentioned would come as the wedding approached.

“They’re talking about their dates, or the lack of them for that matter.” Kino explained, gulping the amber liquid on his glass down. “Euiwoong has seen some of the pretty bridesmaids.”

“You’re one of the only who came with a date,” Euiwoong patted Wooseok on the shoulder. “Which is great, there aren’t enough single guests for all of us.”

“y/n is not my date,” he chuckled lightly, not missing the way Yuto and Kino raised their eyebrows, unconvinced.

When both of you had gotten the invitation to the wedding, you’d been quick to RSVP without checking for plus ones. Wooseok knew you were going, and that was enough to know he’d be accompanied, even if it wasn’t a date.

Euiwoong shrugged. “It seems to everyone like they are. You’re even staying in the same room, and you tell me nothing is going on there?”

“It’s not like that.” Wooseok swallowed, the picture of the one bed in the room returning to his mind. “We’re just friends, we didn’t have anyone else to come with...”

Euiwoong repeated the gesture, a smirk on his lips. “Maybe you just gotta realize some stuff.”

Wooseok looked at Yuto and Changgu for help, while Kino ordered some drinks for them. But both of them shrugged, silently agreeing with the groomsman. It seemed like everyone knew, except for Wooseok and you.

Wooseok couldn’t stop thinking about it all through the rehearsal dinner. You had brought up both your lack of dates in the months before the wedding, mostly saying it was good you weren’t seeing anyone as you wouldn’t be able to take them to the event with you.

And he’d said… he’d said he didn’t care, that he was going with you and that would be more than enough to have fun. He’d even asked what color you were wearing so he could match something to your outfit.

Okay, maybe it didn’t seem at all like you two weren’t each other’s date.

But it wasn’t weird between you two. People often mistook you as each other’s significant other, and you’d laugh it off giving the typical “we’re best friends, we do everything together” speech.

Although lately, he did let you give the speech all alone. He found himself staring at you constantly, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans right after you’d gave them a squeeze, feeling like he’d lost his footing every time you kissed his cheek.

Euiwoong was wrong. He didn’t need to realize anyhing, he already had.

“What are you thinking?” you tapped Wooseok’s shoulder as you two walked back to your room after dinner. “You seem distracted.”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, knowing well that answer didn’t work with you.

“I can ask someone to let me crash their floor,” you suggested. He’d seemed way thoughtful about sharing the bed and although it was coming across as really weird to you, you wouldn’t put it against him to feel uncomfortable.

“No!” he made you jump at the sudden raise in his voice, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “If you want to talk about whatever is bothering you, I will listen.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, sliding his card to open the door of the room and letting you get in first.

It was a very long night for Wooseok. He had barely slept, scared that even breathing too close to you might betray his thoughts. Should he tell you how he felt about you now? How his feelings had shifted without him even noticing?

Your fingers sank into his shoulder softly, attempting to wake him up without a jump scare. But Wooseok still jolted awake, apologizing immediately for making you jump as well.

“We’re going to be late,” you whispered carefully. You had no idea what had gotten into his mind to make him this nervous, and it was slightly hurtful that he refused to let you know. There weren’t any secrets between the two of you.

“Right,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes without care. “We should hurry up, then.”

The morning went by silently as both of you got ready on opposite sides of the room, glancing at each other using the mirrors in the room. Even the tiny breakfast you had ordered through room service hadn’t been enough to make you speak to each other.

“Come here,” you said, as Wooseok opened the door of the room, the ceremony was starting in half an hour and you decided to go down already to find your seats.

“What?”

“Your tie is sideways,” you explained, already extending your arms to fix it. Wooseok swallowed hard as your hands snaked around the collar of his shirt. “I’ve heard them too, you know?”

“Huh?” Wooseok frowned, searching for your eyes as you continued to re-do his tie.

“They’re saying we’re a couple, per usual. I didn’t think it would bother you that much.” you explained, patting his chest a couple times as you finished your task.

“It- it doesn’t bother—”

“It’s fine, Wooseok. If it’s awkward for you, we can just find someone else to hang out with tonight. Though I’m not sure how we’re going to go about the room.”

“Does it bother you?” he questioned, closing the door again and making you walk to the center of the room.

“It happens way too often for me to be annoyed by it,” you shrugged, looking at him. “Why?”

“Because it doesn’t bother me. At all. In fact, I love it every time someone says we’re a couple.” he had no idea of how he hadn’t even stuttered, but there it was, the beginning of a confesion.

“What?”

“Have you ever thought about us as that? More than friends.”

“I guess I have...” you murmured, catching your lower lip between your teeth. You had, time and time again. “I never thought you would like that, though.”

“Well I would. I’m in love with you, I have been for a while.” Wooseok hadn’t pictured letting his feelings out in the middle of a hotel room, but at least he’d done it. And he knew you well enough to be sure you didn’t mind where it happened, as long as it happened.

You grabbed his hand, a wide smile on your lips. “I’m in love with you too.”

“How is it everyone knew except the two of us?” you asked with a chuckle, your arms around Wooseok’s neck as you swayed around the dance floor, slightly off rhythm.

“I don’t want to ask them, they’ll make fun of us.” he grumbled, eyeing Kino and Changgu, who were sending finger hearts your way.

The shift between you two had been seamless, of course, it had only been a few hours since your mutual confession. But it was like you’d turned a switch in your friends’ eyes, they couldn’t stop commenting on how ‘it finally happened’ and playfully teasing you about it.

You kissed Wooseok’s cheek softly as the song ended, feeling his face warm up as your lips remained against it. “Are you blushing?”

“No,” he whispered, reaching for your hand. “Maybe a little bit.”

“Good.” you teased, squeezing his fingers. “Should we go upstairs already?”

“If you want to,” Wooseok nodded.

You commented on the wedding as you got out of your attire. Wooseok being the last one to get in the bathroom to change as you fixed the bed for both of you.

Wooseok was still nervous about sleeping next to you, how was he supposed to act? But as you snuggled up to him, your nose touching the crook of his neck. He knew he had nothing to worry about.

“Good night,” you muttered, your voice already filled with sleep.

“Good night, y/n.” Wooseok replied, feeling a sort of happiness he hadn’t felt before. He was in love with you, and he was lucky enough that you returned his feelings.

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“Come on, I’ll be a good boyfriend, I promise” he got up and reached his hand for you

“What are you doing?” you look at his hands, then at his face.

"Let's fix your mess, baby" he smiled proudly.

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut; Fluff; To All The Boys I've Loved Before AU

→ Words: 9.7K

→ A/n: Look at that word count, guys! We are so happy to finally put this story out there for you guys, we hope you all like it! Thank you for your kindness and patient, and special thanks to the non who requested this story!

It was all a misunderstanding, yet you felt like you could never leave your room ever again. It was your dream to get into art school and finish your major in fine arts with honors, and right now you felt like you had ruined it forever.

It started with a literature class project, in which you had to explore the genre of letters, and you combined it with your passion for romance novels, and you took a little inspiration from your real life. You wrote letters for every boy you’ve ever had a crush on since college started. It wasn’t necessarily big crushes - Jinho from the school choir, for example, you just find it beautiful when he sings his solos; or Changgu from the Swimming team, that is just stupidly hot. They didn’t necessarily mean you had feelings for those boys, you actually exaggerated most of them for the purpose of the assignment. They were just romanticized words to sound like something out of a Jane Austen Novel.

You had no problem doing the project, you actually enjoyed sitting alone for hours fantasizing about different romantic scenarios, but you were very grounded about all of that. The real problem was that somehow the letters, meant to only be seen by your professor, ended up mixed with your actual mail, and they were delivered to each boy you had addressed the letter to.

That was it, that was the end of you.

The real problem was when your ex-boyfriend Hongseok showed up with the distinguished turquoise envelope in hand, waiting for you before your first class started. You spotted the letter in his hand as soon as you saw him, and you wanted to run away as fast as you could.

Luckily, you had seen him before he saw you, and you just wanted to take the opportunity to flee, however, skipping class was absolutely no deal when this lecture was very important for the midterms, and the teacher had warned it beforehand. You couldn’t risk your graduation with honors over ex-boyfriend problems. Your mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour, and the best plan you could come up with was to hide in the restroom until he left, and get in the class just a few minutes late.

You turned around abruptly, intending to leave as fast as you could, but you failed to give the first step, instead of bumping into someone and sending your books to the floor with a loud thump. So much for not wanting to drag Hongseok’s attention, you thought. His eyes were on you, and he was about to walk towards you.

In panic mode, you grabbed the boy you have bumped into and told him loud enough for everyone around to hear

“Finally, baby!” your voice was ridiculously high pitched “there you are, I was about to walk into class without you, the professor is waiting!” you planted a peck on his lips, lingering it enough for hopefully Hongseok to see it.

Wooseok widened his eyes at your very off-character actions. After the kiss, you hugged him and whispered in his ear.

“Please, play along” you sounded desperate

Wooseok was a guy you met in your first year of art school. You met at a party and eventually stumbled onto each other again around campus. And yes, Wooseok was a recipient of one of your letters, but in the fight or flight situation, it was better to deal with him than with an ex.

“Let’s go, baby ” he complied, smirking at the fake pet name, and holding your waist as you walked into class together.

Hongseok, who had watched everything, stood still in his place, swallowing thickly when you walked past him in Wooseok’s arm, acknowledging him only with an impersonal nod.

You released yourself from Wooseok’s embrace and rushed to your seat, throwing yourself in the chair with a sigh of relief.

“So, Y/N, I got your letter” Wooseok approached swiftly, being all his flirty self, taking a seat beside you.

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not real” You rolled your eyes.

Wooseok is full of it.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t be embarrassed, everyone has a crush on me” he said proudly. “Plus, you just kissed me, that was real af.”

You didn’t even respond, opting instead for paying attention in the lecture and taking notes.

“I’ll explain better later, ok? I’m busy now.” You finally said when he didn’t stop staring at you.

He was annoyed at the lack of attention he was getting, and at first, you didn’t get why he was raising his hand

“Excuse me, professor, I’m so sorry to interrupt, but she’s not feeling well, can I take her to the infirmary?”

Your eyes widened when you saw him pointing at you. The whole class turned around to look at you, and your face was immediately red.

“What are you doing?!” you whispered to him.

“Making sure you’re not busy.” he whispered back.

The professor allowed - this boy got everything he wanted, you swear - on the condition that you would have to get the notes with someone later to catch up.

You silently left the room, with him following close behind. You made sure you were distant enough from the classroom before turning around to talk to Wooseok

“I can’t believe you did this!”

“At least now we can talk” he shrugged and opened a charming smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll ask someone later for the notes, you know he’s a nerd.”

Wooseok has always been the popular kid, knows everyone, and gets everything he wants. To be fair, he had all the charm and charisma for it, and it was easy to fall into his spell. Overall he was a nice person, just too cocky sometimes. He ended up being the subject of one of your letters because he had once helped you with a photography class. He is a music major and sometimes he performs at local bars and clubs for the rap scene, and he told you that you could photograph his performances. You scored a 10 and owed him forever, and in the end, you just had to admit that seeing him performing his own songs with so much presence and passion got you a tiny crush.

But it was nothing more than that, just a momentaneous crush, that ended as fast as it began.

Wooseok pulled out of his pocket your letter, the unmistakable golden ink in your calligraphy sparkling in the hallway lights. He waved it around and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Give that back!” you jumped at him, trying to snatch the letter from his hands.

He easily dodged you, lifting his arm and making it impossible for you to reach it.

“Ah-ah” he stopped you “first you have to admit you have a crush on me.”

“I have shit for you, Jung Wooseok” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes again.

“It’s not what you wrote here.” He smirked again.

“I’ll explain that to you, okay?” you admit defeat, sighing in annoyance this time “just not here, where someone may hear it and laugh at my misery.”

Wooseok chuckled, but complied, following you to the front yard and sitting down on a bench. The campus was empty, most students busy with their classes, so the peace and quiet were rather enjoyable. What was not pleasant is having to explain all the romantic words directed to the boy in front of you.

You were straightforward and told him about the lit class project, and about you finding him attractive after watching him perform.

“But that’s just it” you finished “it was just all drama and poetry for class, that’s all.”

Wooseok, who had listened to you rant suspiciously quietly, just nodded, but you could tell something was still on his mind.

“That doesn’t explain why you jumped me in the hall.” his lips curved wickedly.

You sighed one more time, laughing to yourself at how it was becoming your signature movement.

“Do you know Yang Hongseok?” you asked

“Yeah, we share a few classes.” he nodded

“And do you know he’s my ex?” your voice died down in embarrassment.

“I do, I remember seeing you two around together.” he shrugged.

“He got a letter,” you admitted as fast as you could, just to get this over with.

Wooseok busted out laughing, his loud voice echoing through the empty place.

“You, Y/F/N, are the dumbest person I’ve ever met.” he cleaned a few tears in the corner of his eyes. Without thinking twice, you punched his arm. “Ouch! That hurts!”

“Don’t make fun of me! That’s really embarrassing!” you groaned and hid your face in your palms

“Come on, you gotta admit it’s funny” he patted your back to comfort you, but his giggles were far from soothing. “Who else got a letter?”

“So many people, I hate myself.” you muffled your words against your hand.

“Who? I can help you find them and make everything clear. I can even pretend to be your boyfriend again, so they don’t think you’re in love with them.”

“Ok, fine” you sat up straight, but not having the guts to look at him while you spilled your most embarrassing secrets. “There’s Adachi Yuto, from the baseball team.”

“Okay, that’s easy, he lives with me. Who else?”

“Lee Hwitaek”

“The President of The School Council?! You’re such a dork”

“Yan An and Ko Shinwon, but they are my best friends."

"I'm gonna pretend that's not weird but ok" he shrugged "it will be easy to clear things up, then"

"Yeo Changgu, Kang Hyunggu, and Jo Jinho” you said it in one breath, mumbling through your teeth

Wooseok’s eyes widened, and he blinked in silence for a couple of seconds, processing the information dump.

“Y/N, you’re a player!” he made fun of you, bumping your shoulders “Lucky you, I know them all, we can clear things up easily.”

“You don’t have to pretend to date me, though”

“And how will you explain things to Hongseok without sounding like you are still obsessed with your ex?” he puffed his chest like he made the wisest observation.

You just groaned and buried your face again on your palms.

“Come on, I’ll be a good boyfriend, I promise” he got up and reached his hand for you

“What are you doing?” you look at his hands, then at his face.

"Let's fix your mess, baby" he smiled proudly.

You just shook your head and got up, taking his hand and he led the way. He didn't let go of you once you were up, and his big hand wrapped around yours made you feel tiny and giddy.

"Ok, where do we go first?" He asked

"Shinwon and Yanan have already seen it, I told them about the letter when I first wrote it, so they are cool with it." You said.

"You had a crush on both of your friends, man" He almost yelled, "really, you got game."

"I told you it's not a crush!" You whined, "they are just people that inspired me, it was easy to write from reference."

"Sure" he teased, squeezing your hand "the swim team is practicing right now, so we might catch Changgu when he's done."

You nodded and let him lead you to the pool.

Wooseok found his way there quickly, and the coach spotted him as soon as he opened the door.

"Hey, Jung" he yelled, "here to reconsider my offer to join the team?"

"Not today, old man" Wooseok shook his hand and they tapped each other on the shoulder, but you were really shocked at the way he spoke freely with a member of the academia. "I'm just here because my girlfriend needs to talk to one of your boys, is Changgu here?"

"You're his girlfriend?" The coach asked you, looking surprised.

You froze in place until Wooseok gave you an encouraging nod.

"Yeah, I guess" was all you managed to say, your cheeks burning hot.

"Man, it beats me how this prick gets pretty girls to like him," he said with a loud laugh, which you played along. "Don't hesitate to smack him in the head if he starts to annoy you, he probably deserves it."

"Will do, sir" you chuckled shyly

"Changgu will be free when the practice is done, but you can wait in the bleachers meanwhile."

"Thank you, Mr. Kim." You said after spotting his name embroidered on his polo shirt.

"See you around, kiddo." He said to Wooseok "the offer is still up whenever you reconsider."

"Thanks!" Wooseok said before holding your hand and guiding you two to your seat.

Once settled in place, he threw one arm around you cockily, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Why do you talk to the coach like that?" You finally asked, feeling tiny in his hold

"I don't know, he's a cool guy" he shrugged, dismissing your shock

"You really do get away with everything, don't you?" You shook your head

"That's the perk of having my endless charm" he puffed his chest, smirking sideways "everyone fall for it"

You could only scoff in response.

"By the way" he continued "you do know Kino is gay, right?"

"Who's Kino?" You asked confused

"Hyunggu."

"Oh." You blinked "yeah, right, totally."

You didn't.

"Why did you tell the coach I am your girlfriend?" You questioned

"Well, if you are going to lie, lie to everybody. That way only you know the truth, so your cover won't blow."

"Seems like you lie a lot, Jung Wooseok" you arched one eyebrow.

"And you don't, Mrs goodie-two-shoes?" He mocked.

"I do not, why would I lie?" You answered.

Wooseok tightened his hold on you, not letting you back away when he leaned his face closer to yours, looking you in the eyes and licking his lips.

"So that means everything you wrote to me was true" his voice dropped a couple of octaves.

The proximity and the vibration of his deep tone made you freeze in his arms, searching for words to refute his argument.

"That was not lying," you turned your face to avoid falling for his inevitable body language eloquence "that was a poetic license, it's different."

"Yeah, right" he scoffed, leaning away from you." you're cute when you're lying."

"I'm not lying!" You protested. "And I'm not cute" you mumbled the last part.

The rest of the period was spent in silence, Wooseok stopped taunting you and paid attention to his phone while you watched the athletes in the pool.

Changgu was easy to spot, his toned figure standing out from his teammates, as well as his perfect timing every lap, and seeing him made you remember why he was an easy subject to write about. You two know each other because you went to one of Shinwon's soccer team parties, and of course, every varsity athlete was there. He was the one who initiated contact, and the flirting led to a hookup, but nothing else has ever happened between you two.

Which makes the fact that he received a love letter from you very awkward. But it was something you had to inevitably face, so be as it may.

When practice was over, Wooseok motioned to get up, but you stopped him.

"I think it's better if less than one person watches me embarrassing myself." You pleaded.

You waited by the locker room door for him, and to your despair, he crossed the door along with his teammates. So much for discretion. They walked past you, not noticing your presence, too distracted in their conversation. You stepped up and taped Changgu’s shoulder, making him turn on his heels to see you.

“Hi,” you said shyly “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course” he smiled at you after dismissing his colleagues, who left only after giggling and teasing you

“So, I don’t know how to begin to explain this, but-” you started to explain but he cut you off.

“Is this about the letter I got this morning?” His expression was smug.

“Yeah, it is” you sighed “but you see, that was not what I seemed. I didn’t mean any of that, it was only for a project of my lit class and-” you were fidgeting with your fingers when he interrupted you again

“So you mean I don’t have an Adonis body sculpted by the most benevolent of the gods?” his smirk only grew wider

You fought the urge to facepalm, but your words got caught up in your throat

“I’m just messing with you” he laughed softly “But I am flattered. I just don’t see you that way-”

“No, no!” it was your turn to interrupt “I’m not in love with you or anything creepy, in fact, my boyfriend is right there waiting for me” you pointed to Wooseok, who waited for you a few meters behind “He even knows about this whole mess and is cool with it.”

“You’re dating Wooseok?” he asked, surprised.

“Yeah” you hesitantly affirmed, “But as I was saying, this was a project for my literature class and it is completely exaggerated and over the top, so don’t take it too seriously, ok?”

“I see,” he nodded “but I’m not gonna lie, I liked reading that.”

A charming smile lit upon his face, much like the ones he flashed you when you two met.

“Thank you” you felt flustered at the random compliment.

“see you around, then, Y/N”

You said goodbye and watched him leave, catching up with his friends at the end of the hall, and it was only then that Wooseok approached you

“So, how was it?” he asked enthusiastically

“Surprisingly easy,” you said, smiling to yourself “definitely less embarrassing than I thought it would be. Though he seemed to roll with it easier when I said you were my boyfriend”

“Told you it was a good plan” he bragged “ready for another one?”

“Yes,” you nodded enthusiastically, the success of the first talk encouraging you.

“Great, ‘cause Kino is coming” he pointed

“Already?!” you turned around to see the boy walking towards you

“You can do this, let’s go” Wooseok held your hand and pulled you over to meet Kino halfway

“Hey, guys,” Kino said when you met

“What’s up” Wooseok casually reached his hand for him, who made this weird personal high five thing.

“You two know each other?” you asked, looking between them.

“Yeah, we share a bunch of classes” Kino was the one that answered “But I actually wanted to talk to you”

“The letter, I know” you sighed “I’m sorry, that was a little creepy, I know, but it was just some writing for my lit class, I swear they are not literal”

“It’s fine, I really enjoyed it. You’re a great writer.” His soft voice was actually soothing.

“Oh,” you definitely weren’t expecting that. “Thank you”

“Why me, though?” he asked, “you do know I’m gay, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” you lied, remembering how you just found out not even an hour ago “it’s just that I remember when we were friends in high school, I had a lot of good memories and it was easy to write about that.”

Wooseok watched you attentively, your hand still securely clasped inside his, which gave you a surprising calming feeling.

“I’m really flattered, that’s amazing. Do you mind if I keep it? The letter?” Kino asked

“I guess not” you answered with a little bit of confusion as to why he wanted that, but it was easier to just comply.

“Thank you” he smiled gratefully “Let’s keep in touch, yes?”

“Of course!” you felt happy at the proposal, reviving an old friendship is always a good thing “thank you for being so nice about this.”

“Don’t worry” he answered. “I’ll see you two around then. By the way, you guys are a cute couple”

“Thanks, man” it was Wooseok who answered when you choked “see ya”

Kino walked away and Wooseok led you two once again.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he said once you two were alone again

“Not at all,” you answered “I’m surprised how easy this has been. Thank you so much for helping me, really”

“Nah, this is fun, you don’t have to thank me” he shrugged “by the way, I already cleared things with Yuto”

“You did?” When?” You looked at him in surprise

“During swimming practice, I texted him, it was easy because he hadn’t even read it yet. I told him it was something private that was mailed by accident, he said he will return it.”

“You’re an angel, really” you stopped in your tracks and hugged him, feeling truly grateful and relieved.

Wooseok knew how to find Jinho because they also shared classes, and you were suddenly aware how much you easily had crushes on singers and performers, but that was an issue for you to ponder over later. Jinho was overall understanding, but it was significantly more awkward because you’ve never properly talked to each other.

“See it as a fan mail” you tried to explain “I just really enjoy watching you singing, you’re really talented”

The last one you had to find was Hwitaek, or Hui, as he asked to be called when you two first met, and you knew that the student council met that day so it was easy to find your way into the auditorium where they gathered.

You entered the place quietly and watched as they discussed some campus issues.

"You didn't tell me Hongseok was part of the student council," Wooseok whispered to you, sliding one hand around your shoulder, the action becoming natural to him

"Yup." You gulped "why do you think I came here last?"

"Hey" he called you, placing both hands on your shoulder, turning you to face him, and staring you in the eyes. "It will be fine, don't worry"

You took a deep breath, smiling at him in gratitude.

Before you could register anything else, Wooseok pulled you closer, one hand in your neck and the other in your waist, arching your body so your lips could meet his.

His kiss was intense, and your body responded to him in a reflex. You embraced his neck, hands digging into his shaggy hair. The way your tongues danced together in perfect synch made you sigh into the kiss, and Wooseok pulled you even closer. For a second you forgot where you were and what you were there for, and the world became a bubble that only you and he existed in, and you just allowed yourself to live in that limited fantasy.

When you two pulled away, you were out of breath, knocked out of reality. Wooseok still held you in his embrace when a lopsided smirk stretched on his lips.

"Hongseok spotted you" his low voice vibrated on his chest that was flushed against yours.

"Oh" you muttered, feeling your cheeks grow red "right"

You cleared your throat and stepped back, releasing yourself from him for the second time that day.

Wooseok found your hand again and pulled you to the last row of chairs where you two sat quietly until the meeting was over. Every time you tried to come up with something to say you ran out of words, still too embarrassed for all that went on when you were kissing him. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be troubled at all.

Coming clean to Hui was easy, especially because he was in the same class, writing for that project himself. However he was very shy about it, but having Wooseok casually throwing one possessive arm around your shoulder could be quite intimidating. In the end, he didn’t say much, mostly just agreeing and nodding to whatever you said, but never once he was less than nice to you.

"Okay, now there's only Hongseok left," Wooseok said when Hui left, making you gulp loudly. He still held you in his sideways embrace "but we have a problem."

"What is it now?" You said, feeling mentally exhausted already.

Wooseok pointed and you looked just in time to see Hongseok closing the door behind him.

"He didn't wait for you" he punctuated.

"Oh, come on" your shoulder slumped

"It's fine, we can get him tomorrow." Wooseok tried to encourage you

"But tomorrow Saturday, and I don't really know his schedule to meet him on Monday" The defeat seeped through your voice "Besides, I don't want to take any more of your time"

"Nah, it's fine" he shrugged "You're a good fake girlfriend"

You didn't understand why you took that as praise, but the butterflies in your stomach did not hide the fact that you liked what he said.

"Let me at least pay you lunch for all the trouble." You proposed.

"I take it back, you're the best fake girlfriend" he smiled.

…

"This restaurant is so good, oh my God." He said, munching on his food while you had already finished yours. "you should take me out more, Y/N"

"Why didn't we hang out more?" You questioned, "we had so much fun when I photographed you."

"Right? I remember that I liked having you around after my gigs"

"We actually kept in touch after that, because I remember seeing you around campus and talking to you. Why did we stop talking, though?"

"Right, I remember" Wooseok deflated

"What?" You asked when his smile turned awkward "did I do something wrong?"

"No, actually not." He scratched his neck "We lost touch when you started dating Hongseok. He seemed very possessive of you, and I thought he would get jealous if we talked."

"That's nonsense," you said genuinely surprised, trying to remember what it was like, but you two broke up last year and your memory was kind of blurry.

"Oh, come on, he used to parade you around like a trophy, no one had the guts to get near you." He rolled his eyes.

"What an asshole" you blurted, frowning.

Wooseok's thunderous laugh echoed around the place, causing a couple of dirty looks at your table.

"That was adorable" he cleaned a tear at the corner of his eye.

"No, I mean it. He shouldn't act like I belong to him and keep people from talking to me."

"No, he didn't stop anyone." He tried to explain "it was just the energy, that's all"

"He was a good boyfriend.." you reminisced

"...but?" Wooseok encouraged you to continue

"No buts, really."

"Is it invasive if I ask why you two broke up?" His tone was cautious

"Wooseok, don't you know the foundation of a relationship?" You joked "how do you want to be my fake boyfriend if you don't think I can share my love failures with you?"

"My bad, I didn't know fake relationships had rules too." He held his hands up in defense and you laughed fondly at him.

"Anyway, we broke up because we wanted different things." You shrugged "I guess I just wanted to do my thing without being just 'Hongseok's girlfriend', you know?"

"I see" he nodded.

"You shouldn't be afraid to talk to me, silly" you softly flickered his forehead across the table.

"That was rude, how dare you" he acted offended, making you giggle.

"Next time I'm dating someone you have the obligation of keeping in touch with me" you huffed

"I wouldn't worry about that" He opened a sheepish grin

"Why's that?" You raised your eyebrow suspiciously, resting your elbow on the table to support your chin on the palm of your hand.

"Because right now you are my girlfriend" he leaned back on his seat, eyeing you up and down.

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head.

"Yeah, sorry, you're stuck with me for now," you said half-heartedly, feeling guilty for bringing him into your problems.

"Nah, I'm having fun." He shrugged "But you'll have to do something for me."

"Shoot. I owe you big time, can't say no."

"I'm throwing a party tomorrow, half of the campus will be there."

"Why am I not surprised?" You remembered how popular he actually is.

"You'll have to be there." He used puppy eyes to convince you

"No way, Wooseok." You rolled your eyes "I don't know anyone there."

“Hongseok will probably be there, though” he argued “so you can get this over with”

You quietly ponder over your options.

"Fine." You concluded, "It's better to get this over with anyway."

"Great, I'll text you the details later."

You sighed, massaging your temples to uselessly try to soothe your stress.

…

Wooseok's house was crowded when you got there, and the music could be heard from a block away. You crossed the front yard, which was full of people too, and you were sure that student housing has some norms against this type of agglomeration, but then again, Wooseok gets away with anything.

You briefly stopped at the door, just to text him, letting him know that you arrived, and quickly let yourself in. The music was even louder inside, the vibrations of the heavy bass trembling all over your body. Indeed, half of the campus was there, red solo cups in hand and bodies moving to the rhythm of the music.

The fact that you were alone made you feel suddenly shy, and you shrink into yourself to try to make your way through the house. It was a struggle to the wall around the party, but the sooner you found Wooseok the better.

Your best bet was the kitchen, and after walking a little while you found your way there. It was significantly emptier, but still no sign of your friend anywhere. Turning on your heels, you tried to leave and search for him somewhere else, but instead, you stumbled onto someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry" you immediately said

"Y/N?"

Of course, it had to be him

"Oh" you gulped "Hongseok, hi"

He smiled at you, and you two stared at each other in silence for a couple of seconds.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." He said, and you could feel your whole body freezing.

"Yeah, I've been trying to reach you too. There's something I need to explain." You ran your hands through your hair, nervously fidgeting with it.

"Can we go somewhere quieter?" He proposed and you nodded, following him to the front porch.

On the way, you heard your name being shouted over the loud music, and soon enough Wooseok was right behind you.

"Hey, you made it!" He greeted you cheerfully, but his smile dropped when he saw Hongseok with you "is everything okay?"

He asked looking into your eyes, a line of concern creasing his forehead, and his hand immediately found yours.

"Yeah, it's fine, don't worry." You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Anything happens and you can call me, ok? I'll hold on to my phone" He waited for you to nod in agreement and it was almost mindlessly the way he lingered a peck on your lips.

And his action wasn't as surprising to you as the way you reciprocated automatically, already used to Wooseok's touch.

You also didn't miss the way Hongseok turned his face when he saw you two together.

Once you two got alone outside, he was the first to speak.

"So you and Wooseok are a thing now?" His tone was careful

"Yeah" you didn't know what else to say.

"How long has that been going on?"

"It's been some time" you were never a good liar, and Hongseok's presence somehow made you feel insecure.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry." He backed away, clearing his throat "I was just curious."

Everything went quiet again, but the anxiety was weighing too much for you to just wait in silence.

"You’re here to talk about the letter, right?" You finally mentioned the big elephant in the room.

"Yes, I was surprised to see that." He chuckled emotionlessly. "Did you mean all those things you said?"

You frowned to yourself, trying to remember exactly what you had written to him. You remember talking about craving the feeling of being safe in his arms and him reciting your body like poetry. Something passion and desire burning like twin flames. Everything was a little scrambled but you had gotten the gist.

"Yes and no." You concluded, but he only tilted his head in confusion. "Once I may have meant everything I said. I did this for a romantic literature assignment and writing about you was easy because I didn't have to come up with lies. I just revisited some feelings kept deep inside."

"I can't lie to you, Y/N, I-" he chimed in, and it was ironic to see the eloquent member of the student council stumbling onto his words "when I first read your letter it was… it brought me back in time, you know?" His hand found its way to yours, which rested on the balustrade.

He held onto you like he was pleading for mutuality.

"I really liked having you by my side and seeing what you said got me wondering what would have happened if I hadn't let you go."

"Hongseok, I-I don't even know what to say." You felt a tornado inside your head.

"Haven't you ever thought about that? I mean, you wrote that to me, that you think of me." He stepped closer to you, bringing your hands up to his chest.

"Hongseok, it's not that simple." Your gaze strayed from him

"Yeah, no, you're right." He finally let go of you, shaking his head. "What was I thinking, you have a boyfriend now."

You didn't miss the shift of his tone at the word boyfriend, and knowing Hongseok as you did, you knew that he actually meant to say 'I'm better than him

"Do you remember why we broke up?" You asked him.

"I remember we wanted different things." He pointed.

"It's not quite like that" your words were soft-spoken "I wanted something different. I wanted to do my own thing, but in your life, there was no room for another person."

Hongseok didn’t answer, so you continued

"I have not been dating Wooseok for so long," you finally looked directly into his eyes again "but he supported me so much more than you ever did. He makes time for me and he takes care of me in his own way."

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I was so stupid." Hongseok lowered his head.

You reached your palm and cupped his cheek, making him look at you.

"You were never a bad boyfriend." You caressed his smooth skin with your thumb "we're just not meant for each other. One day you will find someone that fits into your life perfectly, and that letter that I sent you will be in your past like it is for me."

You inched closer and planted a soft kiss on his cheeks.

"I'll see you around, Hongseok"

Turning around, you let out the breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, and you let the loud music engulf you as you entered back to the party.

You felt yourself shaking from the anxiety of what you just went through, and it was so hard to process that Hongseok asked to get back together, that your head was spinning a little, but when it came down to it, you felt proud of yourself for the way you handled it.

You wandered around the party not really sure what to do until you spotted Wooseok amongst his friends. He had his back turned to you, and you fonded at the way he kept his phone in hand, truly waiting for you in case you texted.

He truly was the life of the party, everyone surrounding him laughing at something he said while he gesticulated big, telling a story eloquently. You felt shy to just approach him while he was the center of attention, but you couldn't wait to celebrate with him.

Slowly you reached up and gave his shoulder a soft pat, and his lips curved into a smile upon seeing you. He stopped everything he was doing and his arm automatically rested across your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

"Hey," he said so softly that you were sure only you could hear. His doe eyes stared at you and you felt at ease. "Are you alright?"

You bit your bottom lip and curved the corners into a shy smile, nodding a silent yes to his question, to which he responded by snuggling you closer to him.

"What happened? Tell me everything." He asked excitedly. You told how things went and how you handled it, and he gasped in surprise "Holy shit, I was not expecting that from Hongseok. But I mean, it's obvious where he's coming from, he's not dumb."

He shrugged nonchalantly, but you stared at him trying to figure out what he meant.

"Anyway" he trailed before you could ask anything "I'm gonna get us some drinks to celebrate, stay here."

You nodded again, feeling tiny due to the way he had to crouch down to look you in the eyes and ask you to not move places so he doesn't lose you.

You fidget with the hem of your shirt, looking around and basking in the party environment, the people around you having fun and the music moving them, it was pleasant and it all contributed to the feeling of happiness warming up your insides. It might also have something to do with your company for the night, but you weren't sure if you were ready to admit that just yet.

You were taken out of your head when you heard someone calling your name.

"So you're the notorious Y/N" Yuto stood by your side, his deep voice almost startling you. "It's nice to put a face to the name."

"Yeah, I don't think we've been introduced, right? Nice to meet you" you said politely, and surprisingly confident, the latest occurrences giving you an extra boost.

"Wooseok asked me to give this back to you." He took your letter out of his pocket and handed it to you, still sealed for your relief.

"Thank you so much" you took it, shoving it in your purse as fast as you could.

"In fact," he continued "he hasn't shut up about you, it's almost annoying." He chuckled sweetly.

"Really?" You involuntarily smiled, and awfully aware of the way butterflies danced around your stomach upon hearing that.

"I didn't know you were dating, but he seems really excited to be around you lately, so it's good to see you two together." He offered a kind smile in return

"Stop scaring my girlfriend, dude" Wooseok chimed in, handing you a red solo cup and back to his usual hold on you, so casually that you were almost getting used to it. Almost.

"If she's dating you, I'm pretty sure she doesn't scare easily." Yuto snaked a reply while leaving you and Wooseok alone again

"So," Wooseok said, "Wanna go dance?"

"Oh, no, no." You waved defensively "I would just embarrass the both of us"

"Don't be silly, it will be fun, let's go" he grabbed your hand and guided you two through the crowd, finding a good spot.

It was amazing to watch him dance freely and just enjoy himself while you mostly opted to move your knees and bounce yourself, keeping it low-key while sipping on your drink.

It took you back to thinking about why you first chose him to write about.

You admired Wooseok's laid-back attitude and over-the-top confidence. He had this charm that it was annoyingly attractive, and all of that just being his genuine self. And after everything he's done for you, although it could not seem much, at first sight, was a crucial part of why you made it through.

You didn't lie to Hongseok when you said those things about Wooseok, and all of that just made you want to get closer to him, even with this crazy fake boyfriend story in the middle, in a couple of days he gave you a better relationship than the ones you have had. You might be wrong and that was just because you haven't spent enough time with him, but still it felt so genuine that you wondered how the real thing would work.

"You're in your head again, aren't you?" Wooseok waved his hand in front of you.

"Sorry" you shook your head trying to get rid of those thoughts, giggling shyly.

"Come on, have some fun with me, or people will think I'm a terrible boyfriend," he said without faltering his serious expression, but you let out a soft laugh

He held both of your hands and waved them around in the rhythm of the music. It was fantastic how he got you to loosen up and soon enough you were dancing and jumping around, yelling the lyrics at each other, and it was easy to forget about your surroundings when you could just focus on having fun with him.

He had your attention the same way you had his. He didn’t mind ditching his friends for the night if he was spending time with you, and seeing you having fun so freely was the most precious thing, especially when you sang together with him with a big smile spread on your face, which was extremely hard for him to keep his eyes off.

And when you noticed his gaze falling to your lips, you couldn’t help but to do the same to him, and you just gravitate towards each other, his hands dinging your waist and pulling you closer, and suddenly you two weren’t jumping around anymore, and both of your moves slowed down to fit your bodies together, now moving in synch against each other. His eyes searched your for reassurance, trying to find any sign that he was crossing a line, but when he found you so focused on his own lips and you slowly leaning towards him, he didn’t think twice about ending the distance between you, capturing you in a kiss that he’s been dying to feel since the minute he first spotted you in the party.

He kissed you before, and it was a surprise to you, but maybe because now he saw you reciprocating it before it even began, it just hit differently when your soft lips met his, and he was glad the loud music muffled the sound of the sigh of satisfaction that escaped him. The kiss was slow like you were just savoring each other, and your thumbs caressing his cheeks made him feel like melting under your touch.

The closer you felt the closer you wanted to get, and when you just had to pull always for air, your foreheads touched and your feet just kept on dancing, giggling to each other like two teenagers who had their first kiss, and your need to feel it again excited you to an unfamiliar degree.

The acquaintanceship with it came naturally, and the night passed too fast for your liking. The songs started to slow down, the conversations became hushed and the house was getting emptier and emptier.

You and Wooseok found the couch empty and threw yourselves down, you resting your head on his shoulders as he cuddled you closer.

"How do you feel now that you're free of the whole letters' odyssey?" He asked, running his hand through his hair, letting the strands fall back into place, beautifully framing his face.

"It's so fucking relieving" you sighed "Thank you so much for putting up with all of that."

"Eh, it's been fun" he shrugged trying to act nonchalant, but the smirk on his face said otherwise

"Well, at least now you're free of your fake girlfriend and can go back to charming every other girl on campus." You joked, but you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at that realizations

Wooseok laughed and shook his head.

"Jeez," He leaned closer, looking you in the eyes with noses almost bumping "You're the densest person I've ever met"

"Hey! That's not true!" You protested, turning your face around, and he nuzzled the sweet spot on your neck, just under your earlobe.

"Stay the night?" He asked in a low voice that vibrated close to your ear, only for you to hear, and followed with a feathery kiss on your cheek. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch while it lingered, to only then look at him and nod, and his grin at your response made you shiver in anticipation.

He got up and reached his hand for you to take it, which you gladly accepted, and he led you away from the party, turning into a corridor where everything was already quiet, finishing his path in through a door down the hall.

Entering the room, you recognize unmistakable as his. There was just something about the messy stack of papers on the desk next to a chunky headphone, the hip hop posters on the wall and the black comforters that screamed ‘Wooseok’. He gently took your purse, which you were clinging to because you just didn’t know what to do with yourself anymore, every step into the room making your stomach freeze with expectation, and he placed it on the desk.

“Sorry it’s a little messy” he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning his weight in his hands that rested on the soft mattress, and his voice sounded soft, hushing the words like it was a secret between the two of you.

“It’s ok” you walked closer to him, looking around trying to capture every small unique detail. “It’s cozy” you concluded as you stood in between his spread legs.

Wooseok leaned back and laced his hands around your back, slowly climbing their way up inside your shirt, the skin contact making goosebumps rise on your skin and you gasp softly. When he pulled you closer you climbed up the bed, straddling him until your chests were pressed together, and you intertwined your fingers in his hair, initiating the kiss yourself this time.

You felt Wooseok's shoulder relax as your lips touched, and neither of you felt the need to rush things. His tongue asked for passage and when you let him your body felt ecstatic, just like it happened when you kissed on the dance floor. Something about kissing Wooseok felt at the same time familiar and exhilarating.

And it wasn't the first time you were kissing, but you were just as excited. His fingertips grazed along the line of your spine slowly, like he was trying to memorize the curve of your back while you were pressed against him. When he had to pull away for air, he just couldn't keep away from you and trailed kisses down your jawline and neck.

"This is going pretty far for a fake relationship." You teased, tugging his hair just the slightest.

"Don't ruin this" he shushed you, and you giggled "just enjoy it."

He held onto your waist and squeezed your sides while sucking a spot on your neck, making you hiss in pleasure, and you involuntarily grinded down on his lap. Immediately you felt him grinning against your skin.

He felt bolder after your response to him and dared to raise his touch on you, hiking up your shirt as so, until you pulled back and lifted your arms, silently giving him permission to take it off of you. Once he was done with it, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he took it off of you.

"You are so gorgeous" he watched you with hungry eyes, and you felt yourself blushing.

As you kissed him again, avoiding having to formulate a coherent response to his praise, you felt his hands find their way up your body until they were cupping your breasts over your bra, his fingers molding against your curves as he squeezes them, and that made a breathy moan escape your lips.

Feeling desperate to just have you for him, Wooseok swiftly switched positions, making your back hit his mattress and he positioned in between your legs. Just like that, he unbuttoned your jeans and slid it off of you, his own pants following next, leaving you two in your underwear.

He eagerly leaned over you, anxious to kiss you again, and you welcomed him like two puzzle pieces fitting together, only this time you were too aware of the bulge in his underwear as he grinded in between your hips, giving you some release to the pressuring pleasure that built up with every touch of his.

Without breaking the kiss, he took your bra off, his fingers immediately finding your nipples and toying with them as you arch your back to press yourself against his touch. He only let go to have his fingers replaced with his mouth, the tongue skillfully circling around your sensitive bud.

"Wooseok" you let his name fall from your lips, to which he hummed in response

"You like that, baby?" He looked up at you, licking your nipples right after finishing his words.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded.

"Maybe it would be better if I do something else too?" One of his hands slid its way down your stomach, the tip of his fingers stopping at the hem of your panties. "Can I?"

"Yes, please" you buckled your hips against his hands, and he smirked as he lowered his hands further, reaching your wet slit.

One of his fingers ran along your pussy, spreading your wetness around your clit, making you squirm as he brushed over just the right spot.

"Fuck, Wooseok, right there" you gasped as he repeated the movement "please keep doing that."

He studied your face for a mere second, chuckling proudly before capturing your nipple in his lips again, all the stimulation bringing you heaven.

You grabbed his hair, tugging it to contain your own pleasure, and he hummed in approval to you. A knot started building up in your lower belly the more he moved, and you were already embarrassingly close.

Then you felt his touch spot, feeling it going down to your entrance instead, and two of his fingers entered you effortlessly, pumping in and out of you. He let go of your breast, leaning up and using his free hand to take off your panties.

"You look hot, shit." He praised you again "you're taking my fingers so well."

He leaned back down and kissed you roughly, lust clouding the whole room around you. When his thumb found your clitoris you gasped into the kiss, and Wooseok nibbled your lip.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" He whispered in your ear, and you held onto his shoulders, nails digging a little into his skin

"I'm so close" you mumbled, and he fastened his pace

"Let me see it, I bet you look beautiful when you cum. Show it to me, Y/N" he said before sucking in your nipple again.

Your body reacted to him like an order, and you closed your eyes as an orgasm took over you, making you tremble under him, moaning louder every time his finger hit the perfect spot inside you.

"Fuck" you gasped once he slid off of you, your chest rising up and down fast.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you used your weight to throw him beside you, climbing on top of his right next, and the surprised expression on his face was quickly replaced with a much naughtier one

You lowered yourself, taking his underwear off, letting his cock bounce back against his stomach.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked.

Wooseok reached for a drawer in his nightstand and tossed you a packet. You wasted no time opening the foil and taking his member into your hand, jerking it a few times, testing the right speed and pressure to just see him close his eyes and throw his head back in pleasure.

When you stopped moving, his eyes shot open and he watched you unroll the rubber down his length.

You moved upwards, your hips sitting against his, and you leaned down to kiss him again, savoring his taste unhurriedly, and he didn't hesitate to match your intensity.

You began to move your hips slowly, feeling your pussy press against his cock, putting the right amount of pressure to make him hiss in pleasure.

Continuing to move, you trailed wet kisses down his jaw and neck, sucking and biting softly the skin before running your tongue along the spot to soothe it.

"I didn't know you were such a tease" he grunted.

"I didn't know you were in a rush" you retorted, grinning at him.

"I've got all night, baby, but I'd much rather spend it inside you." He said, a hint of desperation showing through his voice.

Your chuckle died in your throat as he grabbed your hips and bucked his own, grinding the right away to press his dick against your clit, and you moaned involuntarily.

"I think you agree with me" Woosek said, smirking victoriously.

"Jerk" you slapped his chest and laughed softly.

His hand reached up and caressed your cheek while he looked at you with big fond eyes, and it felt so intimate that you were sure you were blushing.

"Don't look at me like that" you fought the urge to cover yourself.

"Why not?" He cocked his head "you look so beautiful, I just had an urge"

You leaned your body down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips

“I think this is a point of no return for us, right?” your voice barely came out, a faint whisper, afraid of the meaning they carry.

“I don’t know how many fake relationships you’ve had, but I’m pretty sure they never involve seeing each other naked, so we’re past the point of no return” Wooseok shrugged, his chest pressed against yours and his arms wrapping around you in a comforting hug. He kissed you again, and it didn’t surprise how it was just natural at this point to mold your lips together perfectly.

“Shit, you’re right” you giggled when he pulled away. “Okay, we’re doing this.”

You took a deep breath in a poor attempt to make your heart stop racing.

“We’ll be fine” Wooseok reassured, and you just nodded at him, putting all the truth you have in his words.

You sat up and reached your hand in between the two of you, aligning his member with your entrance and letting him penetrate you slowly, his gasp accompanied the rhythm of the movement.

Staying still, you gave yourself time to adjust to his size, and his thumb caressed your hips, his touch always so gentle. You finally started rocking your hips and Wooseok threw his head back in pleasure, a few whimpers escaping his lips. You remembered you two dancing together earlier, and how his eyes couldn’t leave your hips when you were dancing, and you tried to move on top of him just like that, his whimpers turning to lazy moans as you moved slowly, and you smirked proudly at the reactions you were getting from him.

Wooseok, always a brat, grabbed your hips a little stronger and used it as leverage to flip your positions, rolling easily on top of you, making you yelp in surprise, and the way he towered over you made you feel suddenly shy, chuckling at his victorious grin. He thrust slowly, picking up the pace with no rush, his eyes glued on yours, and the loving expression on his face made butterflies dance in your stomach.

Adjusting his hips, Wooseok hit the perfect spot inside you, making you moan his name louder than you intended, but fortunately, it was just another enticement to him, as he kept thrusting you deep and fast. Inevitably, the pleasure starts building up in your lower belly, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Your walls tightened around him, and his moves started getting sloppier.

“Y/N, I’m gonna-” he barely finished the sentence, cutting himself off with a moan.

You reached down and circled your clit just how you like it, bringing yourself to the edge with him, and the room was filled with both of your moans and curses.

When Wooseok threw himself by your side, his hand cupped your cheek, bringing you closer for a deep passionate kiss, but it didn’t last long, both of you needing air too fast, chests rising up and down from the intense orgasm you had.

You quietly watched him take the condom off, tying it up and discarding it on a bin next to the bed, and when he laid again on your side, covering your lower halves with his blanket, you pulled him closer, laying your head on his chest, tracing random patterns with your fingertips on his belly.

“Is this the part where we talk about what this all means?” you mumbled against his skin.

“I guess,” he snuggled you closer, and you looked up at him “this means we may be, just maybe, dating for reals?” it was supposed to be an affirmation, but his tone was more like a question.

“But Wooseok, we barely know each other, we haven’t even had a first date, what if-”

“Y/N” he interrupted your rant, “everyone thinks we’re dating already. It’s safe to say we get along really well. The chemistry here?” he pointed between you two “wow.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness, but you couldn’t deny that he had a good point. Everything inside you screamed to be near him, and you don’t want to be stupid and ignore that.

“Fine.” you pouted, then pecked his lips. “But you owe me a date nevertheless.”

“Breakfast date, tomorrow when we wake up, how does that sound?” He proposed, and you pretended to think about it, making him nervous with all the suspense.

“It’s a date then.” you giggled.

“Okay, then,” he wiggled his eyebrows “ girlfriend ”

You wanted to make a snarky comeback, but all your brain could register is that Wooseok is your boyfriend, and all the giddiness inside you turned you into mush, and he laughed at your sudden shyness.

“I like how that sounds.” you confessed, almost inaudible.

“Get used to it, then,” he kissed you briefly “You’ll be hearing it a lot from now on.”

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milkybonya · 3 years ago

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green pea

order 038, anon: large classic milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for ptg's Wooseok

warnings: none!

summary: you and Wooseok have been childhood friends, but things are starting to feel a little different. it doesn't feel like 'friends' anymore, but something a bit more...

word count: 1.1k

barista 🥛's 💌: tbh i haven't properly listened to ptg in like,, a year? a few months?? and i just shuffled a playlist i have for them and organic song started playing and ugh i'm just,,, y e s

at the age of five, Jung Wooseok promised on a green pea that he'd marry you. yes, i know, it makes no sense out of context, but don't get mad at me just yet! here's the context for you.

at your school, kids would often be allowed to eat their lunch outside on days when the weather was nice. on one of these days, you sat out with your lunchbox open, munching away. a boy, oddly tall for his age, walked over and sat next to you without speaking a word. he quietly ate and for some reason, neither of you said a word. perhaps, you were waiting for the other person to speak first.

"what's your favourite vegetable?" the boy suddenly asked as he bit into a baby carrot.

your mind went blank and the first thing you could think of was "green pea."

"green pea? peas are gross!" the boy whined, sticking out his tongue.

then, to both of your surprises, a tiny green pea rolled over to where you were sitting. a kid further away had dropped his lunchbox, but none of you knew that. you simply thought this magic green pea had appeared out of nowhere.

"wow... we were just talking about green peas! you must be magic!" the boy exclaimed, picking up the green pea.

"my mom told me i should marry someone special when i'm older. if you're magic, then that makes you special. i swear on all the green peas in the world that i'll marry you!" the boy calls out.

"my mom says you shouldn't make promises you can't keep," you retorted. why would you want to marry an oddly tall boy with skinny limbs?

"i'll keep it... i'm Wooseok. Jung Wooseok," the boy said.

"i'm y/n," you replied.

from that day on, the two of you were inseparable. i guess we have the green pea to thank for that!

fast forward many years to the present and you're sharing an apartment with the big goof. life and the future are both still question marks for you, but at least you have each other.

"hey, you didn't forget to buy ramen, right? we've ran out for two weeks now," Wooseok explains from the couch as you walk into your shared apartment with arms full of groceries.

"of course i didn't forget, but you clearly forgot something," you say, dropping the bags down.

"i did?" he asks, turning his head to look at you.

"yes! to help me, you idiot."

he rolls off the couch and shuffles over, helping you empty the bag and place everything in its rightful spot in the kitchen. naturally, him being taller than you, he puts away the things that belong away in the higher shelves while you put the things away that belong on the lower shelves.

"we make a great team, don't we?" Wooseok asks.

you're about to make some smart remark until he presses his chest against your back and squashes you against the kitchen counter as you put something away. he puts something away in the same cupboard, but just higher. something about feeling his larger body against yours for that brief moment makes you feel so shy and sick in the stomach.

"y/n, what's wrong? why is your face burning up?" Wooseok asks, looking worried as he puts the empty bags away.

"i-i... why did you have to corner me into the counter like that!" you whine.

"i swear i didn't mean anything by it!" Wooseok defends with a laugh.

you grasp at your chest and your racing heart. it's probably just beating so fast because you were scared when Wooseok approached you like that, right?

"can we cook something together, today? since you just got groceries... and i'm tired of takeout food," Wooseok explains.

"let's try to find a simple recipe online, then," you say, pulling out your phone.

you lean against the counter and Wooseok does the same, shuffling close to you until your shoulders and arms are touching. once again, your face heats up as you feel Wooseok's warmth from right next to you.

"W-Wooseok," you stutter.

"hm?"

"why are you so close to me?" you blurt out.

his eyes move from the light of his phone to your face.

"what's wrong with that? do you not like it?"

"no, i--"

"y/n, your face is burning up again," Wooseok grumbles with a pout. he reaches out to touch your cheek with his hand, feeling the warmth for himself.

you shy away from his touch and ask yourself why you're doing that. you and Wooseok are friends, it's not like a stranger is touching you! but it feels different, now. it does feel like a friends thing anymore.

once you decide on a recipe, you and Wooseok work on preparing everything together. Wooseok hovers around you a lot, purposely reaching past you for things, holding your hands and showing you how to cut things (even though he's not that much better than you himself). something is definitely different, but you decide to brush it off for now.

"y/n, can we go eat outside in the park?" Wooseok asks, bouncing up and down. the motion reminds you of when he was a kid, and you reach up to ruffle his hair. he smiles against your touch and closes his eyes

"sure! let's pack this all up, then."

the two of you leave the house with your hands full of food and find a nice spot in the park to sit in the grass, right under the shade of a tree.

"ah, there's green peas in this rice?" Wooseok asks, holding up a spoonful of the rice.

"yeah, you dummy! we literally cooked this together," you remind the boy.

"yeah, but..." he mumbles.

"i was gonna say, do you remember when we first met?" Wooseok asks you.

"of course i do. we talked about green peas, just like the ones in this rice."

"do you remember what i promised you?"

you go quiet. of course you remember, but why is he bringing this up now?

"that i would marry you?" Wooseok asks, his cheeks turning pink. his smile radiates nervousness, and you wonder what his point is.

"yeah?" you mutter.

"y/n... do you think... we could be more than friends?" Wooseok asks, hesitantly reaching out to hold your hands in his larger ones.

"w-what?"

"do you think--"

"i heard what you said, i'm just... i--"

Wooseok chuckles and pats your head, shaking his own.

"you don't have to agree to anything or be sure of anything now. i just want you to consider it, because lately, i feel a little different around you. i wanted to tell you so you're also aware of it," Wooseok explains.

"you feel...?" you question the tall boy.

"i feel like i'm falling in love with you," he says bluntly yet sincerely.

"Wooseok..."

"i think my younger self knew what he was talking about when he made that promise to marry you," Wooseok says with a chuckle.

"i guess so," you say, smiling under the filtered sunlight that softly reaches for your face.

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Pull Up J.WS (M)

-pairing: fwb! wooseok x female reader ex-boyfriend! changgu x female reader

-genre: angst and smut

-words: 4.8k

-A/n: this is my first work on this platform and i hope you enjoy this! (ps. I really wanted to add a pic of him from the visual motif but it didn’t paste right T^T) >>Masterlist

~~~ It had been a rough week. A hella rough week. Although Wooseok shouldn’t have been complaining. He had known that he was bad when it came to flings. Especially when it comes to you. His old habits of fucking around were too damn hard to break. He knows the many times he had let you down these past years. The many times that he had put you aside for another person then went right back to you. The times you screamed and yelled at him, and the times that you just cried in his arms while he cradled you. Wooseok smiled bitterly while looking down at his glass. God had he messed up. God how it had hurt him when he went to call you only to find out that you had blocked him. He must have deserved it. And he did. And he regretted every decision right now, still knowing that it is way too late for that. He scoffed and gulped down the drink that was in his hand.

He grabbed his car keys on his kitchen counter. He was going to visit you tonight even if it was going to be the end of him. His breathing was heavy and he was a bit frustrated with himself. How could he be so stupid and continue to be? I mean come on why would you forgive him this time? What was a good reason? There wasn’t. The only reason there was was that now he had really notices how stupid he was and that he probably was in love with you. But were you in love with him. He huffed and ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t even started the car? How could he. This was a bad fucking idea. He wanted to speed down and pull up to your house telling you he loved you but he had nothing. Should he bring flowers? Was there any flower shop open at this time? Would you even accept his flowers? Would you be happy and kiss him? Damn. How he missed your kisses in the morning after you woke up in his bed. The way you’d wake up and just be happy to be with him that you’d pepper kisses all over his face when he was supposedly sleeping. How he’d pretend to be asleep all that time just to receive them from you. His little secret.

Now Wooseok was smiling to himself. He came to one conclusion: He needed to get flowers.You were stuck in your house crying. You swore to yourself that you hated him. Hated Wooseok. Why did he always have to be a jerk. Why did you love him so fucking much. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You couldn’t just let him play with your heart like that. You’re more than that.. You threw a pillow at the wall. Why were you even guessing yourself over again? All fucking week you’ve been hovering over that goddamn block button and the moment when you press it, you regret it. Your whole world comes down because now you’ve realized how deep you’ve dug this goddamn hole. You had stayed home on and off this week not wanting to run into Wooseok through friends or just on your route to work. That man had a way of coming up into your life. He just loved popping up whenever it felt convenient for him and you hated that. How could he be so goddamn self centered? You threw another pillow. Then shamefully walked to pick the two pillows up because you actually needed to reuse your amo.

Was it really that bed that just knew you went back on every intention to not see him to wanting to see him? You laughed at yourself and threw a pillow over yourself. You really were in this deep. You proceeded to scream into the pillow loud enough to not disturb the neighbors. When did this even start?Oh, right.You were at a Christmas party in college with all of your friends. You all were absolutely wasted and the music was blaring so loud that sometimes you could only hear the bass as the beat of your heart. It was an amazing nigh so far. You were usually quite a quiet person, but when it came to special occasions like this you were wild. You were dancing on top of a table to a random 2000s song. The whole playlist was composed of them-- ‘cause most of it was lit music. You were jumping and busing random moves with random people cheering you on. At this point you were lost in the moment. Too lost to not notice one turn and you would fall, and you made that turn with someone catching you. You fell into Wooseok's arms and heat immediately reached your face. Your gazes automatically locked. You hadn’t really noticed him before, like really noticed him. Wooseok was just a guy in the group you hung out with. He was very easy to get along with and you hadn’t scraped any deeper than the surface. He put you to the ground immediately and you yelled a ‘woo’ to bring the moment back up.You closed your eyes smiling and when you opened them you were met by Wooseok hovering over you and looking at you with awe. Either that or it was just the liquor in both of your systems. You smiled at him and grabbed his hand. You led him further into the crowd. It was definitely the alcohol that made you do this. That was your thing, not a logical reason at the time. It wasn’t because you were dying to see that gaze for the whole night. You danced with him for the rest of the night. He didn’t try to leave, nor did you. You had heard a few things about Wooseok in the past, how he was such a seducer. You hadn’t believed that till now as your hips swayed and he spinned you. He was really good at this. He was so damn tall too. You tugged on his shirt for him to reach down to you. You smiled at him and tried to make yourself taller to whisper into his ear. You whispered in his ear, “I want to kiss you.” He smirked. When you looked at him he fucking smirked. He bent down more and his hand grazed your face. He smiled before he kissed you. You kissed him back and could’ve sworn that no one's lips were ever that soft. You pulled back after a few seconds. He stared at you intensely and you wanted to hide. You hugged him and stuffed your face into his chest. You could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed. His hand went to your head and caressed it. You smiled while he began to sway you two. You smiled and laughed looking up at him. You smiled back and you reached back up to give him a kiss this time. This kiss was filled with more passion than the last. It was something so sweet. Definitely a drive for what you were about to do, or maybe it was the alcohol. You tugged onto his shirt and he bent down to reach you. You whispered in his ear, “I want to go home, wanna join?” Wooseok looked at you for a moment. He stared as if he was asking you if you were sure about this. Fuck that. You dragged him out of the part grabbing your and his jacket on the way out. You giggled once you were outside the building. You handed him his jacket and kissed him on the lips. You giggled as you pulled away and he laughed back. “We can go in my car. I’m still a bit sober.” Wooseok said. You blinked your eyes. He started to walk to his car. You followed behind. Sober was he? But he does this usually right? He’s a flirt to those who talk of him. You felt a bit stupid. Once you got into the car his hand went straight to your thigh. A sly smirk formed on your lip and you had the urge to lean over and kiss him. You did so receiving a squeeze to your thigh and his hand slid further up. You bit your lip and looked over to him. He had a slight smirk on his face as he turned the corner. All you could think about was how large his hands were on your thighs and how much space they could possibly fill up inside of you. You sunk deeper into the chair, your body was relaxing more. Wooseok noticed the change in your posture and moved his hands further up, going beneath your skirt. He played with the fabric making your ability to breathe a bit harder. You bit your lip as he went under the fabric of your panties and played with your folds.A small guilt crept up that you weren’t doing much for him at all. You looked towards him again. “Wooseok?” He hummed back as a response. His attention was still focused on the road. He had squeezed your thigh while giving you a side glance, but you had stayed quiet. “Is there something wrong?” Wooseok said with a little concern. You sucked in a breath. “Is there anything that I could do for you?” You watched Wooseok with anticipation as he cracked a smile. Alcohol often made you vulnerable and by the looks of it he noticed. Your lips slightly curved down. “Are you making fun of me..?” Wooseok let out a little laugh, not really making matters any better. “No, I'm not a sweetheart. You just sounded so cute there.” He smiled and it was warm and happy. “Don’t worry about me either because tonight it’s about me treating you well. Don’t think I forgot about what Changgu did. You deserve to be loved and treated like a princess.” You blushed, he was actually quite a charmer. Although, the statement about Changgu had left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. That whole ordeal was another story for another time and you were still quite sour about it. Wooseok's hand rested on your thigh now. He slowly rubbed it, trying his best to make you feel better. Wooseok was now looking back at you frequently, having half of his attention on you. The rest of the car ride was silent after that. Wooseok stopped making moves in order to not step over the bounds again, and you couldn't seem to find a good icebreaker. The alcohol slowly makes you a bit sleepy. You quickly shook it off and looked back at Wooseok. Part of you knew that if you fell asleep now you wouldn’t get laid and those hands. You hand found its place on top of his. You grabbed his hand and led it back to your inner thigh. Wooseok took a sigh. It wasn’t loud at all. If you hadn’t been so on edge due to your raging emotions you might have heard it. He usually wasn’t one to get too caught up in these type of things but suddenly when you had fallen in his arms tonight and him knowing why you had drank so much he couldn’t help but feel his heart soften. His fingers traced circles onto your skin. They slowly creeped up to your panties and rubbed on them. “Take these off..” Wooseok demanded. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was definitely an octave lower than what it usually was. You hummed in response, picking your body up to take them off. You let them fall to the floor as Wooseok parked the car. You looked at him with a confused look. “Why would you ask me to take them off if we were already this close?” He turned to you and smirked. “Maybe because I didn't want you to walk in my house with them?” He looked at you with a serious look before he dropped it then started laughing. You didn’t really get where the punchline was, but his laugh was just so inviting for you to join him. He led you into the apartment complex to his own apartment. You followed closely behind him holding his hand. Once both of your feet were past the threshold he locked his lips onto yours and closed the door behind you. He hiked you onto the door, your legs wrapped around his waist like you had done this before with him. He held you in his arms and carried you to his room. Wooseok was much larger than you and made sure to be gentle with you. Compared to him you were so tiny and he didn’t want to hurt you. He really was serious about treating you tonight. His kisses went from your lips to your jaw to your neck. He slowly sucked on random places while his hands were working to get your dress off of you. You whined when he pulled away to remove the dress over your head. Once your dress was off he had stopped to stare like he was in a trance. Even though that moment felt like it could go on forever he snapped out of it now focusing on getting his own clothes off of himself. He was quick with it too. Wooseok didn’t dress up too much, his style was fashionable but simple. Once he had the last piece of clothing off he crawled towards you on the bed and kissed you again. Now he let his hands roam wherever they wanted– to your boobs, waist, thighs, and the place you needed it the most. He pressed a digit onto your hole before dragging it and pressing it onto your clit. Wooseok smirked when he heard another whine come to your lips. He pressed down one again and circled your clit while he made his mouth busy by kissing your tummy. You let out another whine when Wooseok stopped his movements. It wasn’t too long before he had inserted his finger into your hole. You let out a shaky moan as he added another lengthy finger. He pumped them slowly into you while making small scissor movements. Your eyes were closed, focused on the feeling of his fingers as his pace. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and your body squirmed with anticipation. You were so close then– Wooseok pulled his fingers away from you. Your eyes shot wide open and you glared at him. One of his eyebrows shot up in amusement. “I was debating on treating you tonight, but I honestly don’t have enough patience for that.” Wooseok moved from his position on the bed to move closer to you. He kissed you again. The kiss started off sweet and slow as maybe an apology, but he got impatient again and the kiss turned heated. He moved his body to hover above yours. He kissed your neck and lined himself to your entrance before entering you. You watched Wooseok as his eyebrows creased in the middle and his mouth hung open. It’s when he started to move that you got caught up in your own pleasure. You let your hands roam all over his body, first his arms then his shoulders then to his neck. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him closer towards you. Your lips enclosed into a fast sloppy kiss as Wooseok’s hips slammed into yours. You moaned loudly as he it your spot. Your head hit his pillow and you pushed your body into his. He took this as a chance to thrust harder into you as you heels him as close as you could, You kissed his neck sloppily to busy yourself. He whimpered every time you nipped at his neck. You marked him as he had probably marked you from before.You tapped Wooseok’s back as a signal that you were close. You picked up your leg as an attempt to help the orgasm as Wooseok quickened his pace a bit.“You can wait for me right sweetheart?” He looked down at you, and you nodded. Your grip on him grew tighter as he chased for his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier as you two got closer to your orgasms. Your thighs started shaking.

“I don’t think I can hold on any lo-” Wooseok thrusted one last time hitting your spot before he quickly pulled out and ejaculated on your stomach. He hovered over you looking down as he tried to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned down and gave you a soft peck on your cheek.

“I'm going to get something to clean you up, okay?” Wooseok's voice was softer now. There was care laced into it and you couldn’t help but feel warm about it. He got off the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers to put on before he left your room. You giggled as he struggled to put one of his legs through the hole. He was back as fast as he was out. He held a towel that he had run hot water over with and cleaned you with it before setting it on the nightstand. “I should get you something to cover yourself with– hang on.” Wooseok moved somewhere across the room. It was too dark for your worn out body. He was too cute though. The way Wooseok was now alert and frantic about getting you the care that you need. He came back to the bed with a large white tee. You slipped into it easily and you scooted over for him. He had also put on a pair of sweatpants while you were busy admiring him. You cuddled into Wooseok’s embrace once he got under the covers with you. You stared at him even going as far as to squint your eyes. You smiled before saying, “You’re so hot woo~ Why didn’t I notice it before?” Your hand was in his hair.

He looked at you before humming. “Because of him..” That hit you like a truck. Of course. How could you always forget about Changgu so easily? You responded with a small ’oh’ before you snuggled back into his chest and slept. ~~~~~ That’s how it all started. You end up in Wooseok’s bed, and the countless times it repeated after that. Surprisingly, you two had managed to keep it a secret from your friend group. They were very nosey when it came to everyone's love life, and considering your breakup they would push you with random guys whenever you guys went out. Wooseok always watched you closely. He gave you a stare that meant not to bother with those guys you were being pushed towards and for some reason you listened.

At some point that rule seemed to be lost because you had heard from those same friends that Wooseok had started sleeping around again. That caused some sort of possessiveness to rise up in you because you had snapped at them to be quiet about it. You still remember their reaction to it. They never talked about it– for a couple of days at least. You smiled a bit to yourself. You cried a bit more and you missed Wooseok. You especially missed his arms around you cradling you every time you cried.Then you had an idea– a bad one. What was the reason Wooseok had made the move in the first place? Changgu. How could you pay back a little bit? Changgu. You did feel a little guilty for trying to use him, but it’s not like he gave a shit about you. He made that one clear when he had broken up with you and confessed that he had felt nothing for two months. At the time that had broken you. Maybe that’s why you found yourself at that party- going crazy. Maybe that’s why you had ended up in Wooseok’s arms.

You dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring. “Hello?”

God his voice gave you goosebumps– and not the good kind. “Come over. Same passcode.” You hung up before he could reject you. Even somewhere you had hoped that he wouldn‘t come over. You were hoping that he would reject you, but he had noticed the way your voice sounded. He heard the hurt that was underneath the confidence, and so he showed up coming in. He let himself into your room and hugged you. No he didn’t love for you or care for you in that manner, but he did still care for your feelings.

You hugged him, sinking into his embrace. You somehow managed to cry more and tell Changgu everything that had been on your mind for the past four months. When Changgu heard about your hook-up with Wooseok something changed in him. He had changed his whole mood. His gaze turned darker and he was still holding you but a little tighter.

Changgu couldn’t take the fact that Wooseok would do something like that to you. He felt some Possessiveness creeping into him. Thank god he didn’t know about it when it went down because he might’ve beat Wooseok up. He held your chin and pulled it towards him. The look of hurt in your eyes was still as big as it was before. He leaned in to kiss you. That was it for you. You melted in the love filled kiss, or what was supposed to be.

The truth is that Changgu was filled with a sort of jealousy. That was something he made clear in the kiss. The physical touch that you had been craving was filled. The feeling of being with Changgu was so similar but so foreign. Have you really gotten used to Wooseok’s touch? Or was it that Changgu had once again lost his loving touch that was placed with the roughness of his burning jealousy. Maybe it was both. Your hands were so easy to travel to his hair pulling him more towards you. Your body already knew to straddle him. How soft his touch felt as he picked you up and carried you to your own bed. He gave you that same look that he used to always give you and you stripped while he did too. He leaned closer into you for another possessive kiss.

“You were always mine, and I’ll make you mine again.” Changgu kissed and nipped your neck to mark you. Part of you knew what was going on and the other part of you wanted to continue to live in that ignorant bliss. The bliss of his wants playing with your breasts as he kissed your neck. You buckle your hips to his. No one needed to know what was going on between the two of you.

“Needy, are we?” Changgu rubbed your side as he picked his head up to look you in the eyes. You nodded. Changgu chuckled and shook his head as he lined himself up and pushed in. God how you needed this sort of release, this sort of intimacy. You rolled your hips onto his. If one thing was for certain Changgu made sure to leave marks on your body. He was pounding into you like there was really no tomorrow. He let a hand snake up to your neck and press down on it. You let your eyes shut as you arched your back in ecstasy and came.

You heard Changgu chuckle again, “Oh, really? It took you that quick to cum?” Changgu caressed your side as he now chased for his own orgasm. “I guess… he wasn’t that good at pleasuring you then.” You whined into response to his words. You weren’t really sure of what it meant yourself. Was it because you hadn’t gotten a good orgasm from Changgu for so long, or you miss the orgasms that Wooseok gave you? Changgu took it the first way which pulled him to his own climax. Have you treated you softly, finally coming down from his height of jealousy, you felt guilty.

One thing was for certain, you still missed Wooseok. Even when Changgu went to help dress you and clean up any mess that you two made, it still felt distant. You missed the personal-ness that you had with Wooseok. He always made you laugh and feel good in anyway that it was. Sleeping with Changgu didn’t fix it. It didn’t fill that Wooseok-sized hole that was in your heart.

By the time morning arrived Changgu was gone. You sulked back underneath the covers. It’s okay no one will know about it.. Like how no one knew what you had going on about Wooseok. You convinced yourself to get off of your bed. Slowly… step by step.

Your phone rang and you picked it up right away. It was your friend screaming over the phone. “YOU SLEPT WITH YEO CHANGGU? ARE YOU OKAY?! YOU NEVER DO THAT KIND OF SHIT” You could’ve sworn that your heartbeat was speeding up with every word that this woman spoke.

“FIRST OF ALL SHH! SECOND OF ALL, why don’t you let me explain to you before you go arounds screaming at me?”

“Yes.. Yes.. Now tell me what the hell is going on with you!” You explained to her the feelings of loneliness of not being close to anyone. It was Wooseok who you were desperately missing his touch that you wanted, you knew that deep inside of you but you couldn’t say that. That would cause a disaster. You really blamed it on the break-up like you did every time you and Wooseok fought and your friends caught you spending all day in your room.The only thing that wasn’t clicking to you about this whole situation was how the fuck she found out about this. You for sure hadn’t told anyone.

A spark of anger lit inside of you when you realized that Changgu probably told everyone. All the words that he was saying in bed clicked. Personally, he was infuriated by the fact that Wooseok had taken advantage of you in that state and then fucked you over at the same time, maybe worse than he did. You only hoped that Wooseok hadn’t heard of it yet. Wooseok had heard about it much earlier than you had. He had woken up to a headache, probably the hangover, and to his phone blowing up. His heart started racing, it was a good racing like the type that you get when you’re excited for something. He hoped that you had finally unblocked him and texted him. Then when he saw it was from a group message he had rolled his eyes. Although Still curious, he had opened it to check what it was about. The subject, yours and Changgu's intimate exchange, was something that he couldn’t take.

Then his heart started pounding, the kind that beats at your chest so hard that it hurt. Now he knew. He knew deep down inside that he couldn’t wait a second longer to go and visit you. He knew that he just couldn’t stand by anymore and let the time pass by. He knew that he had to clear things up between him and you for him to somehow be okay and live with himself. He didn’t even take the time to get too dressed up, just the small things that you would say about his clothes he made sure to pay attention to and apply it to his outfit. He stopped at a CVS too to get flowers. Girls always love flowers right? They’re always nice to receive right?

By the time he reached your house he couldn’t control his tears of fear of losing you. His knocking was more like banging., which made you scared in the beginning. You were crying too in fear that now Wooseok wouldn’t want you and that he had seen you differently. Barely holding back your tears you went to meet Wooseok at the door. You opened the door slowly and peeked your head out to meet a crying Wooseok. It broke your heart to see him like that. You opened the door widely and just hugged him, repeating your apologies to him. Wooseok dropped the flowers to hug you back and cry with you. He caressed you back as you cries and repeated it's okay and apologized too. It went on like that for a while, just the two of you in each other’s arms crying. Wooseok leaned his head against yours looking deep into your eyes while sniffling. “I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He cried a bit again.

“Me too. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You sniffled again, kind of laughing now. Wooseok reached your face to brush off some of the tears that still remained.

He kissed your tear stains before saying, “Promise me that you'll unblock me and become my love.” He held out his pinky.

You laughed, how could he still be this cute and sincere. You connected your pinky with his and closed your eyes with a smile. “I promise.”

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