#wonjae reactions

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jiho was so real for his reaction to the woo wonjae vs ignito rap battle

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Test Mess

This is the requested pre-debut sick Wonjae fic where he's sick during college entrance exams

TW EMETO

It was the morning of the college entrance exam and Wonjae had woken up not feeling quite right. He didn’t really think anything of it because college entrance exams are a pretty big deal, and so dealing with some level of anxiety is perfectly normal. Wonjae found that he was struggling a little bit with getting ready to leave. He didn’t really have much of an appetite for breakfast, but he was attributing it to nerves. However, because he knew that he needed fuel before the big test, he forced himself to swallow down what his mother had made him for his first meal of the day. He also couldn't help but wince at his sister practically screaming for her breakfast.

By the time Wonjae got to the testing location, he was still feeling off. However, now he could place a slightly odd feeling in his stomach. He figured it was a combination of nerves and forcing himself to eat a hearty breakfast even though he wasn’t all that hungry. As soon as he entered the building, the odd feeling in his stomach got a bit more intense, so he decided to make a quick detour before checking in.

When he stepped inside the bathroom, he realized just what the odd feeling was and he made a beeline for the nearest stall. Wonjae barely had any time to even kneel in front of the toilet, let alone lock the door to the stall before he found himself coughing up his breakfast into the toilet. It took him a minute to fully cough everything up, then he spent another thirty seconds dry heaving, as his body wasn’t certain it had gotten rid of whatever had offended it.

He was breathing somewhat hard when he flushed the toilet and exited the stall. He was a little confused because he had never experienced such intense test anxiety before, but it was his college entrance exams  and seeing that it is a fairly important test, it does make some amount of sense for him to have more of a visceral reaction. He washed his hands then grabbed a piece of gum and popped it in his mouth. He then went to the table that was sitting right outside the testing room to check in.

He entered the testing room and couldn’t help but press a hand to his stomach as he sat down at one of the desks. His stomach still felt off, but all he could really do was ignore it and hope that it would either calm down or at the very least not get any worse.

One of Wonjae’s best friends, Wookjin, wound up in the desk right next to him and the first thing they did was greet each other when they realized this. “Dude, you’re looking rough.” Wookjin told Wonjae as they both settled into their seats.

“I feel rough. I think I’m overly nervous about the exam. I couldn’t keep my breakfast down.” Wookjin gave Wonjae a sympathetic look upon hearing that. He then pulled a small key chain out of his pocket and handed it over to Wonjae.

“Here, take my lucky keychain for the exam. It sounds like you might need it more than me.” Wonjae tried to protest. His friend has literally carried this keychain around since middle school, insisting it helped him remember the content he had to study for exams. Wookjin ignored Wonjae’s protests and slipped the keychain into his jacket pocket.

It wasn’t much longer after that that the test proctors walked into the room and began passing out the exam booklets. The main proctor read through the directions and the clock was started. To Wonjae’s dismay, the first section was English. This had always been one of his worst subjects. However, he was a bit glad that it was the first subject instead of later on, when he would inevitably be more mentally exhausted.

Near the end of the hour and a half to complete the English portion of the exam. Wonjae could feel that his stomach was beginning to knot up. Thankfully he was almost done with the section (Admittedly he was guessing on a good chunk of the questions). He just hoped that he’d be able to hold out until time got called, so he could run to the bathroom. The one downside to the exam rule of not being able to leave your seat until time is called is that if you really need to use the bathroom, you’re kind of stuck.

Right before time was called, Wonjae could feel his mouth beginning to fill with saliva. He began taking slow calculated breaths and did his best to swallow the saliva back down. As soon as time was called, he put the sticker around the section of the booklet before booking it out of the room for the bathroom. Once again he just barely made it to the toilet in time. Seeing as there wasn't actually anything in his stomach, he spent the entire minute or so dry heaving while spitting out the saliva that had collected in his mouth.

When Wonjae exited the bathroom he was met with a face of concern from his friend. "You are so not okay. I was in there for only a few seconds and I could hear you puking your guts up."

"I didn't puke." Was all Wonjae said. Wookjin scoffed at him before shaking his head.

"If it weren't for the fact that at this point there are no retakes since you're already here, I'd be telling you to go home." Wonjae nodded. At this point he wanted to go home. However, he still had a long day ahead of him. The duo went back into the testing room, as the quick break was coming to a close.

The next two exam sections had gone similarly. Wonjae would get to the end of the section, and his stomach would be in absolute disarray. Although he managed to make the sensation go away with calculated breathing. Wonjae was hoping that bare minimum he would be able to get through the rest of the day without puking again, but at this point, with how he was feeling, he wasn’t so sure.

It was currently lunch time and Wonjae was sitting in the cafeteria with Wookjin. Wonjae initially hadn’t wanted to eat anything. He has no appetite and his stomach is still in knots. However, Wookjin had gotten him a bowl of plain ramen with no seasoning other than salt and encouraged him to eat.

“You need to eat something Jae.” Wookjin sighed when he got a head shake in response.

“I know you’re not hungry and that you’re probably thinking that whatever you eat will just come back up. Totally valid thoughts, but at the very least drink the broth to rehydrate a little.” Wookjin moved to sit next to Wonjae, holding the bowl out, hoping to get him to drink. In response Wonjae snuggled closer and placed his head on his shoulder.

“I don’t feel good.” He said before stifling a gag into his fist. In response, Wookjin placed his hand on Wonjae’s forehead.

“You have a fever.” Wookjin then sat Wonjae up a little then held the bowl up to his lips. Tilting it so that the broth would go down into his sick friend’s mouth. “I know you don’t want to eat right now, but we still have the science and math portions of the test.” Wonjae groaned at this, but took the bowl from his friend and began drinking more of the broth.

By the time lunch ended, Wonjae had drunk the broth, but hadn’t eaten any of the noodles. Unfortunately, he wound up running to the bathroom at some point to puke up the broth he had just drunk. He was not looking forward to the remaining exams at all.

The final two portions of the exam had been hell. By the end of the science portion, Wonjae was developing a headache. He rubbed at his temple as the math portion started, hoping and praying that he could just get through this.

Unfortunately, Wonjae was around halfway through the math part of the exam, when he realized he was not going to get through it. He had been feeling okay, all things considered, but suddenly, his stomach decided it needed to be empty with no warning signals. He felt his mouth fill with liquid that was very much not saliva, and he brought his fist up to his mouth to stifle the gags and trying to will his body into letting him swallow the vile liquid back down. Much to his luck, or lack thereof, a couple drops of liquid escaped past his lips with the gags.

Wookjin had noticed Wonjae struggling in his periphery. He glanced over at his friend and saw full cheeks and gagging. He glanced around the room and noticed that none of the proctors were nearby. There was however a trash can nearby, although he’d have to break the rule of not being allowed out of their seats to grab it. He barely spent another second evaluating his options when he saw some droplets land on the booklet in front of Wonjae. He sprinted out of his seat and grabbed the trash can, ignoring the scolding from the proctors as he ran the bin over to his friend.

He somehow managed to get to Wonjae in time, who thankfully was able to get his head over the bin. As harsh gagging echoed throughout the otherwise silent room, the proctor couldn’t bring themself to lecture Wookjin for breaking the rules. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch Wonjae be sick, because the noise had startled everyone. After a minute, Wonjae was finished and Wookjin placed the garbage bin back on the ground. The stunned proctor was now at Wonjae’s side and quietly asked him if he was okay to continue. Wonjae used the same lie he had used that morning. “It was just test anxiety and he was totally fine to finish the exam.” (Besides he was halfway done with the final portion. He wasn’t about to let his day go to waste.)

Wonjae managed to finish the exam without throwing up again. He felt thoroughly embarrassed at how publicly he had thrown up, but it was his own fault for not going home. He was currently sitting outside the building, his phone having been returned to him once the final portion was completed. He was in the process of texting his mom to come pick him up, when Wookjin took his phone out of his hand.

"You're coming home with me Jae." He said as he slipped his friend's phone into his pocket and began walking towards his car. Wonjae followed mainly to get his phone back. He gave Wookjin a questioning look when he got into the car.

"Dude, you're sick and you're not going to get proper rest at home with your baby sister crying every half hour. Besides, my parents are on their second honeymoon, so I have the house to myself. You won't bother anyone." Wonjae hummed in understanding. He asked for his phone back to tell his mom that he was going to spend a couple days with Wookjin. He told her his friend didn't really want to be home alone for an extended period, so he was going to keep him company. He didn't tell his mom that he's sick because he didn't want to worry her.

The drive to Wookjin’s house had been a bit rough. While Wonjae isn’t one to get carsick, the motion of the vehicle on top of an already upset stomach equaled one break to the shoulder of the road. Wookjin had cussed out Wonjae very briefly because he had been given little to no warning that he needed to pull over and he was worried about having to clean vomit out of his car.

As soon as Wonjae entered his friend’s house, he went straight for the guest bedroom. He was practically asleep as soon his head hit the pillow. His only concern at the moment aside from getting better was his test score, and he had the knowledge that he did the best that he could under the circumstances. So now it was time for rest.

Wonjae woke up a couple hours later, not feeling any better. He actually felt worse now that he wasn’t trying to ignore anything and had fully accepted the fact that he was sick. However, he was feeling ever so slightly hungry, which was a very good thing seeing as he barely ate anything all day. He exited the guest room to look for some crackers or something equally light.

Wonjae found Wookjin in the kitchen making food and glanced at the clock on the stove. It was only 22:30, so he had slept for about two and a half hours. “What’re you making Wook?” He asked as he sat down at one of the chairs in front of the island.

“I’m making some jook. If you don’t want any jook, I can make some ramen, but you are eating something.” Wookjin waved the spatula at Wonjae for extra emphasis. Wonjae nodded and placed his hand on his stomach, trying to figure out if the angry organ would accept or reject jook. He ultimately decided on eating some jook. He’d rather try something solid instead of having liquid sloshing around.

Wonjae managed to eat a small portion of the jook and Wookjin also gave him some fever reducers. Eating had sapped what little energy Wonjae had gotten from his nap and now he was ready for bed. He stood up and sluggishly began walking towards the stairs.

“Wonjae,” Wookjin said with a stern tone, causing Wonjae to stop in his tracks. “You need to shower first. It’ll make you feel a bit better.” Wookjin discarded the dirty dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, then gently guided Wonjae to the bathroom.

Wonjae wound up taking a bath. He didn’t have enough energy to shower. At one point he fell asleep and was startled awake to Wookjin knocking on the door. He then got himself dressed in some sweats his friend provided before heading back to the guest room. To his slight surprise, Wookjin was waiting on the bed for him.

“What?” Wookjin asked. “I know how you crave affection when you’re sick. I thought we could cuddle for a bit.” Wookjin said completely nonchalantly. Wonjae smiled tiredly and crawled into the bed. Falling asleep curled up next to his best friend, whose head was nestled into the crook of his neck.

[be-events]

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for the next episode of NEXT GEN, all participants will be divided into three teams, each representing one of the three companies. the teams will be covering a song from a senior group of that company. creativity is allowed in this portion of the competition; if a group wants to attempt a new arrangement of a song, please link an example or reference if possible. the three teams will be evaluated by the judges and the winning team of the episode will receive immunity from elimination while the members of the losing teams are at the mercy of the judges to stay in the competition. the teams and their assigned songs can be found below. each team will be practicing in the buildings belonging to the company they represent.

the teams and performances for episode two are as follows:

LIME ENTERTAINMENT - performing THE BOYS by snsd cherish

nayoung

sarang

seojun

dohyun

noel

bada

SR MEDIA - performing FROST by txt cosmo

jinyoung

joomi

cameron

haneul

kou

STUDIO DELTA - performing HOT by seventeen vertex

junho

hyejin

saea

renyi

wonjae

NOTE: don’t worry too much about line distributions! you’re welcome to establish them with your team independently so long as everyone agrees with them but this is entirely optional.

BONUS: halfway through their rehearsals, the contestants will be greeted by the artists (or small group of artists) who originally performed these songs. they’ll stay for a few hours and help the participants rehearse as well as give advice and tips from when they performed these songs. for the LIME ENTERTAINMENT group, JOOYEON, BORA, HYOJIN, and EUNHA of CHERISH will visit. for SR MEDIA, the entirety of COSMO (SEO MINJAE, MINSOO, KYU, M.Y, JAEYOUNG, and SUBIN) will visit. for STUDIO DELTA, the contestants will be greeted by O.N, BYUL, and CADE of VERTEX.

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[wonjaelgc]

minki's right. the only thing wonjae can look forward to at this point is sleep. a good rest. it's really the only thing he wants, honestly. he sighs and nods his head, turning his attention back to the doll. it's cute – and maybe he should get one of these for himself. he's never been a big doll person, but the thought of owning one isn't so bad. he'd remembered his older brother once holding onto a doll. would he have liked that too?

"is my favourite animal that important?" wonjae asks, but judging from minki's reaction – he thinks that it is. "uh..." he pauses for a moment, thinking about it, seriously. he doesn't want minki to think that he's teasing him – because he's clearly not. he's just new to this, all of this, really.

"a raccoon? or a koala? do they make one of those?" he asks, tilting his head to the side. "you know, now that i think about it, it would've been helpful if i had one of those guys last night... might have absorbed some of the sound from the pans..." he mumbles to himself, but loud enough for minki to hear. "if you've got a koala one, i think i'd like it. do i have to give it a name too? people... do that right?" he asks, genuinely curious.

unexpectedly, wonjae is going along with the conversation—properly addressing the doll like it's another living creature. sometimes, when minki really needs it to be, he can delude himself into thinking it's one. he can remember a few instances when he talked to his collection like they can respond to him, back in school he would even vent to them about the day. it probably wasn't as healthy a coping mechanism, but he had very limited options. it'd be funny if real life was like toy story though.

"hey, don't say that. think positively!" as much as minki is insisting on this, it's not like the eyebags he's sporting makes him look convincing. it might even seem like sarcasm to most people. "you'll definitely survive this... the day may feel long but it'll end... and then we can get a much more fullfilling goodnight's sleep?" he's laughing again, this time more dry than the last.

minki blinks then, surprised at wonjae's response. "you've never had one? at all?" huh. maybe that's the norm, minki isn't sure. then again, his father wasn't particularly welcomed to the idea of minki collecting dolls either, but his mother was supportive of the idea so it never became a big deal. and when tragedy striked, minki already collected so many he can't just throw them out anyway.

"that should change. i'll get you your first one." and this, he means. "what's your favourite animal?" he asks, clearly an important question.

[honeybearloco]

― “...Twelve?!”

title → “...twelve?!”

pairing → woo wonjae x female reader.

synopsis → you were always a distant person, it had just been that way since you were a kid. wonjae wasn’t a big fan of how distant you were, which caused him to think the problem was him. 

word count → 1.5k.

a/n → i mention cheaper by the dozen in this...why?? because i just watched that movie recently and i still love it even though it’s not really even that good. this was supposed to be out yesterday but i couldn’t get it out in time. sorry about that !!!

“I have to go, I’ll see you tonight though,” You said gathering your things, and stuffing your phone into your bag. 

Wonjae opened his mouth to speak up but he was only met with your lips pressed against his for a quick second. You whispered a small, ‘I love you’ before walking out of the front door of your shared apartment. 

As you closed the door behind you, he sat on the sofa, letting out a loud sigh. This was the third time in the past two weeks you had canceled on him.

You always had something else to do, whether it be something relating to your career or plans that you friends have forced you into.

When Wonjae asked you to be his, you made him aware of how distant you were. You made sure to tell him how you barely have the time, but he didn’t care. He wanted you and you only.

Now he had truly seen what you had meant.

The only time you had spent with him was in the morning before you left for work or at night when you were already tired from work. 

He was sick of it! It had been forever since the two of you had time together. He couldn’t even recall the last date the two of you had gone on. The two of you had been together for three years!

Were you getting tired of him? Did you fall out of love? He couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with you. He loved you. You were his love, his heart, his soul, his everything. He believed you were the one. He didn’t even want to be without you. Just the thought of you no longer wanting him had saddened him.

Today was the last straw. You weren’t going to cancel again. You weren’t going to push him away again. You weren’t going to use any other excuse to get away from him. He pulled out his phone, going to his messages and clicking on your name, which was the first name to appear. It always had been. The pink heart next to your name in his phone, making a small smile appear on his face. 

‘My Everything💓’ He remembered that you had put the name in there and he changed his name in your phone to, ‘Wonjae💙’. Much to your dismay, you kept it because he liked it and if he liked it you didn’t want to change it.

He began typing, ‘We need to talk.’

Within a couple of seconds, you had seen the message. Those four words sent chills down your spine, your eyes widening slightly. You were aware of those words and their meanings. You had friends who had gone through similar situations, you had friends who were the ones sending the ‘We need to talk’ message, or as a few of your friends had called it, the WN Double T message.

After staring at your phone for a few seconds you began to type. 

‘Okay...what about? Is something wrong, Wonjae?’

He wasted no time in replying back. 

‘No, of course not. I just feel like we need to talk when you get home,’ He sent back.

Several thoughts filled your mind, none in which of them were good thoughts. 

From that point, you were worried about what would happen when you got home. Several scenarios playing out in your head, most of them ending in the two of you breaking up, which was what you had feared the most.

Your day being brought down from the very beginning of it, just awaiting your arrival home.

Several hours had passed and it was finally time to face the music. It was time to see him and “talk”. You stood in front of your apartment, the scenarios playing inside of your mind, believing Wonjae would be waiting for you as soon as you walked in. You unlocked the door, open it and step in, closing the door behind you.

You were met with Wonjae sitting on the sofa, watching something on the tv. You had sworn you seen his eyes were red.

He turned his head toward you and that’s when you had seen it. He was sad, his eyes were red and puffy. He had been crying.

The sad expression on his face hurt your heart, making your insides cave in on themselves. Before he could stand up and greet you, you rushed to his side, taking his face into your hands gently.

“Wonjae, are you okay? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Why did you cry? Who did something to do you?” You said in a rush, wanting to know.

He sniffled lightly, “Do you love me?”

“What?”

“I said, do you love me? Do you still want to be with me? Do you still want to hold me at night? Do you still want to kiss and hug me? Do you even want to be here with me right now?!” He snapped.

You stared into his sad eyes, seeing much more than sadness behind them. There was anger, there was an annoyance.

“Wonjae, of course, I want all of those things, why...why would you say I don’t?” You questioned.

He stood up, moving away from your soft touch, not wanting to be swayed by you, “You’re so damn distant! You kiss me and tell me goodbye before I can even get my first words of the day out. You’ve canceled on me three times! THREE TIMES Y/N! I don’t even remember the last date we went on! You say you love me but it doesn’t seem like it at all!”

His words stung. They cut deep, deeper than any knife. You hadn’t even noticed he had felt this way. You opened your mouth to speak, only for no words to fall out. Your throat had dried, your mouth left agape.

“Now you have nothing to say?” He questioned, as he balled his fists. He let out a troubled sigh, turning his back to you, causing your heart to break even more than it has. He continued, “If you don’t want me anymore, I’ll just go. I can take a hint, Y/N.” 

He stepped away from you, causing you to jolt forward and grab his arm tightly. You spoke, “DON’T GO! IF YOU LEAVE I DON’T KNOW IF I WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE IT!” 

Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks, a sniffle leaving your lips. He looked over his shoulder, seeing your crying face. He hated when you cried. It always managed to break his heart.

“I do love you! I love you so much! I love you more than I love anything on the face of the earth. I’m so sorry I made you feel like I didn’t love you. I’m sorry that I made you cry, made you sad, canceled on you. Wonjae, you’re the only one for me,” You began, wiping your eyes and cheeks, freeing them of your salty tears, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t love you. You’re the love of my life. My everything, my heart, my soul. I’m just...” You trailed off. 

“You’re just what?!” He snapped. 

“I’m just distant!” You answered, “You know how I am. You know how I don’t like to be close. It’s just how I am. I don’t mean to be so distant. I guess...I never noticed distant I truly was from you. I’m so sorry. But please...please don’t―”

He pulled you into a tight hug, almost knocking the wind out of you. You gasped lightly before returning his hug, with the same amount of love, the same amount of passion. You rested your head on his chest, sniffling.

“Please, please don’t cry.”

“I can’t help it. You think I don’t love you when I do. You’re the only man for me. The one I want to be with forever, the one I want to marry, the one I want to be the father of my future children.”

“Children?” Wonjae repeated.

“Mhm, children.”

He let out a soft giggle, leaning down slightly press a kiss to the top of your head, giving you another tight squeeze, making you relax in his arms, “How many?”

You hummed lightly as if you were thinking, “Maybe two or three.”

“Oh thank god. I thought you were going to say seven or something.”

“What?! Seven?! Are you crazy?!” You laughed, “You think I want seven little versions of us running around?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “You’re really good with kids so I thought you possibly wanted a lot of kids.”

“I love kids, yes, but I am NEVER pushing seven kids out of this body! This is not Cheaper by the Dozen.”

He tilted his head to the side slightly, “Cheaper by the what?”

“You haven’t seen Cheaper by the Dozen?!” You pulled away with a look of shock on your face, “The movie where they have twelve kids!”

“THEY HAVE TWELVE KIDS?! TWELVE?!”

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[strawb3rryw00]

12:42 am

Wonjae pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as you snored softly on his mattress. He wanted to sleep, he really did, but when he was with you he felt so alive and inspired. He felt a need to write. You were his muse, you have been since the two of you met. Wonjae tried to be as quiet as possible as he looked for his notebook, knowing you’d wake up the moment he rose from the bed. Luckily, he grew into the habit of leaving it tucked into the frame of the bed due to the frequency of your sleepovers. He began writing, his heart swelling with the immense feeling of love while with you. He felt secure, like his crazy and busy life was all worth something and he wasn’t just wasting his time. Life was worth living when he was with you.

“Wonjae,” His eyes land on you where you look up at him. He frowns, knowing he might’ve woke you up by sitting up. “are you writing?”

He smiles and nods, setting the notebook to the side.

“What about?” You question, smiling when he tucks your hair out of your face with his finger tips.

“You.”Wonjae murmurs.

“Why?” You giggle, unaware of the light you are in his life.

“Because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

~

hey best friends! take this quick blurb as an apology for my absence. feeling sad and lonely and wanted to cheer myself up.

[pastelpastryblog]

Who was everyone's favourite character in "I’m tired of this, it’s over 💔 - Woo / Woo Wonjae scenario"??? and whats was your favourite chapter??

[taejikookiee]

🔥 AOMG - REACTION 🔥

Reaction to you joking about getting married. 

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GRAY 

You would automatically stop talking as the joke left your mouth as you saw the smirk crawl onto Gray’s face. He had been trying to convince you that now was the perfect time to get married and your little joke proved that his convincing was working, causing you to roll your eyes. 

JAY PARK 

He would laugh awkwardly as he was not ready to get married and the thought that you might want to get married sooner than planned would freak him out, you would have to constantly tell him it was just a joke to wipe the look of terror off his face.

WOO WONJAE 

He would simply brush the joke off, but would keep the idea in the back of his mind. He would love the idea of being married to you and you joking about it would inspire him to actually start making plans to propose, he would smile loving at you as you looked back at him confused. 

CODE KUNST 

He would be laughing with you. This man found everything hilarious, but it would kinda upset you that he found the idea of marrying you so funny, but he would notice your sad face and promise you that he was joking and he had every intention of making you a married women.

SIMON DOMINIC 

He would stare at you blankly leaving you confused, you hadn’t spoken about marriage before and the joke was sending a million ideas rushing through his head, you would constantly ask him what the matter was, but he would simply answer ‘nothing’ and pepper you with a million kisses. 

LOCO 

He wouldn’t take it as a joke, he would almost propose automatically. He wanted nothing more than to marry you, you would be telling him to stop playing around, but he would run off to your shared room to get the ring box he had been hiding to propose to you properly. 

YUGYEOM 

He would find it the funniest as you had both said time and time again that you were both too young for marriage, however, you would both spend the rest of the evening wondering what forever with each other would look like. 

MASTERLIST LINK xo  - https://taejikookiee.tumblr.com/post/643925002253713408/masterlist-kpop-khhpkrb

[fairieencounter]

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Movie night 📧

Pairing: Woo Wonjae x Gender Neutral Reader

genre: fluff

Wonjae just returned from tour eager to spend some time with you. He suggest a movie night and you two start preparing food for tonight.

Wonjae smiles at you while you’re cutting up the chicken for dinner. “What’re you smiling at?” you asked while blushing. “Nothing you’re just so beautiful.” He looks away and grabs his phone. He puts the phone in front of you and him while it’s live. He talks to the live while hugging you from behind while you’re still adding ingredients to the chicken.

The comments are flooding in: “(Y/N looks so pretty...omg it’s (y/n)😖...Woo leave we want (y/n)”. “Hey guys, i’m just cooking dinner for our movie night tonight.” you move Woo’s gently and walk over to the stove while he continues to entertain the live.

“what are you guys watching?...omg i’m watching a movie too...you guys are so cute :)” more comments read.

You guys sit on your island, you on his lap and place the phone standing up and answer some questions. “How did we meet?” he reads off the screen while looking at you and pinching your stomach so you smile. “They were a manager at AOMG, and they were super nice to me. Always asked if I was ok and smiled and they were quite cute-“ “CUTE?” you look him trying to rearrange yourself off his lap ,but he has you in a slight grip near your pelvis area.

“Yes you were quite cute” he kisses your cheek. “And one day I decided to ask them if they wanted to go out and they said no.”

The comments rapidly going: “WHY...oh no :(...what else😯tell US”

“After he asked again, I said yes” you look at Woo smiling. “Yes, after the second time I asked they said yes. They were nervous about dating one of the artist ,but there was no rules against” He looks at you and smiles. “The chicken is done” you say and get up and show the viewers. You guys answer a few more questions before ending the live

About an hour later, mid movie while snuggled up to each-other you catch him peering down at you. You pretend not to notice and look back at the movie. “I like the way you smile when there’s something funny in the movie, it’s cute” he says looking down at you while you look back up at him. He plants a kiss on your forehead and brings the blanket up a little bit more to cover you just right.

[dothathang]

DO THAT THAAANG 🔥

[seofine]

A FENCE - Woo Wonjae

(Requested: Woo wonjae fluff/angst where he’s been ignoring you and hanging out with other girls for a while, happy ending :) please and thank you 🙏 😊)

Warnings: Angst with eventual happy ending

"Please don't hate me, I can't lie."

At first, things between you and Wonjae were just the same as any other couple in the blooming stages of love, he was almost perfect in your eyes and in his you could do no wrong. As time passed by and you grew closer, throughout the years together, it became more and more obvious that both of you had your own flaws, but you learned to love them and take each other as you were.

You and Wonjae were steadily reaching five years together and many people had questioned how you were both still going strong when your schedules never seemed to match up and you were both very different people. You knew it could be hard to believe, what with Wonjae winning SMTM and becoming an integral member of AOMG he was always busy and often away on work. But you had always been right there with him through his and his lows.

You made time for each other, that was your secret. No matter how busy both of you got, you made sure to take time out and check up on each other, sit together and eat, cuddle up on the sofa of your shared apartment, sleep in each other’s arms at night. It was the little things that mattered the most to you.

Wonjae on the outside could often seem cold, but you knew how he truly was. He cared a lot and it was evident in his actions and his lyrics that there was more to him that what you could see on the surface.

However, recently, things hadn’t seemed right between you and Wonjae. He never seemed to want to stay in the house anymore and if he wasn’t holed up in his studio, he was at one club or another. In the evening, you’d prepare dinner for him but it was rare that he’d come home in time to eat it hot and you would end up packing it away and into the fridge. At night, his side of the bed felt colder than ever and in your chest a rock sat as you swallowed down the lump in your thoat. You couldn’t understand where things were going wrong. Were you really growing apart?

It wasn’t as though you had stopped talking to each other, whenever you phoned to ask where he was, he would answer and open-heartedly tell you. Often he would say he was at the studio and you would talk to him for a little bit before he had to go back to work or he was promoting at some club and you could hear the thump of the music and the cooing of the girls that were no doubt around him and the rest of the boys.

You found it strange. If he was cheating on you or wanted to leave you – you knew he would tell you. You had asked him if he was once before, at the beginning of your relationship when things had seemed rough, he had sat you down and explained to you that he would never string you along and that if he ever wanted to leave you, he would do just that. There would be no unfaithfulness and no dishonesty between you. That was just the kind of man he was. He didn’t shy away from the hard facts and he valued honesty above anything else.

Back in the day, you would go to the studio with him but soon after, you both realised that having you there was too much of a distraction for Wonjae and for the rest of the AOMG family. They enjoyed having you around far too much and it was always a struggle to get them to work properly if you were in the room. The studio became a no-go zone and you respected that, you would rather see him at home and see the rest of the AOMG family outside of the work environment where they could properly let loose.

When you had asked Wonjae why he was always out at night promoting, he had told you that he had made friends with some of Hoody’s girlfriends and they had wanted to experience the VIP clubbing lifestyle and he had obliged as Hoody was the same as you, neither of you too fond of the vibes of the clubs the AOMG boys often went to. He had explained that since he was taking Hoody’s friends to the club, Jay had got him slots to perform there too, it would only boost his popularity and where was the harm in that?

You understood at first and had let it go, but too many nights had gone by without him by your side and now you had big news to tell him. For a few weeks now, you had been feeling off. You had always been in-tune with your body and something had felt different to you recently. You had gone to the doctor to find out what the problem was, and they had told you what you had suspected. You were pregnant. You and Wonjae were going to be parents.

You wanted to tell him more than anything else, but he was so busy now and seemingly never around anymore. You desperately needed to talk to him about how you were feeling and make it clear that there was a limit to the amount of loneliness you could handle at the moment. The vulnerability you felt was new and scary and you needed Wonjae to reassure you that everything would be alright. You had called him earlier that morning and asked him to come home for the evening, he had said that he was only going to be focusing on the studio that night but he would come home. The stress and anxiety in your voice worried him and he wracked his brain, trying to remember the last time he had properly held you in his arms.

That night, once again Wonjae didn’t arrive home in time for dinner and so you went to bed by yourself, quietly wrapping the covers around your body and waiting for Wonjae to arrive. You knew he would, he never broke a promise. A few hours passed and he hadn’t shown up, you wouldn’t lose hope, but the stress was draining you and slowly you were beginning to fall asleep. As you were drifting off, you felt a warm body slip under the covers behind you, their arms wrapping around and pulling you close. The familiar yet almost forgotten scent of Wonjae encased you as the weariness that had once tangled around you, melted away.

“Baby, I’ve missed you.” He whispered into your neck, the deep rasp of his voice making shivers roll down your spine. His warm hands ran down the length of your back and gently caressed your waist.

“I’ve missed you too, Wonjae. You can’t keep doing this to me,” You sighed deeply, replying to him honestly as you knew he would want, “I can’t handle you being away for this long, it doesn’t feel right.”

Wonjae sighed lightly and entangled your legs together, still pressed to you from behind. “I know, I haven’t been good to you lately. I thought I could take on more work in the studio, and help Hoody out, and do more for the company and my reputation. I thought I could do it all and still have time for you and me, but it all got messed up in the process.” He leaned his head down and kissed your neck.

“Wonjae, you need to be here. I need you to be here. I need you to be the Wonjae who goes into the studio and makes me and all of AOMG proud, who goes to the club and makes his fans happy and who comes home and lets me love him at night.” You truthfully told him, you knew his work was important and you would never suggest that he put that on hold or as secondary to you, all you wanted was for him to find a better balance. You could handle him being away in the day and in the evening but in the harsh light of the morning you knew he needed somewhere better to rest his weary head and you needed to give him the support that he deserved.

You felt him smile against your skin, “I want to be that Wonjae,” he replied “That’s why I was so late tonight, I had a meeting with Hyung and with the others, we discussed how I can have a better work-life balance and came to an agreement together.” You gasped lightly, “From now on I’ll be here for you.”

You smiled lightly, that was exactly what you wanted and needed. You knew he would do it too. You breathed deeply and moved the hand that was touching your waist around further and onto your stomach, “Here for us.”

You felt Wonjae’s body tense slightly and then all of a sudden relax, a choked sound left him, and you quickly untangled your legs to face him. His hand dropping away from you. His eyes were closed and for a moment you thought your heart has ceased. Was he not happy?

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open and the tender look in them caught your breath, he blinked slowly, tears welling up in his eyes. You laughed gently; he really was such a softie. You slowly put your hand toward him, wiping his misty eyes with your thumbs carefully.

“Here for us.” He repeated back, his hand reaching forward to gently touch your stomach once more. You nodded, putting your head onto his chest and he leant his chin on your head, holding you tightly to the crook of his neck.

“Here for us.”

[munchinthemoon]

imagine wonjae comes to see you in your city and you are going to pick him up at the airport and he looks like this.

credit to the owner ♡

[awhjihoon]

KHH/KRNB/KPOP OC

I really wanna start a KPop or KHH krnb Oc

[settolow]

Heartbreakers (Jay Park x reader)

Strangers pt. IV

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1,260

Characters: reader, Jay Park

Author’s note: Hello! Here is the fourth part of the story. Thank you so much for the support . All of your comments are really appreciated <3 Pleaseee like or comment if you like this part as well <3

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As soon as you got the message about his ex girlfriend getting in touch with him, you immediately assumed the worst, and thus you supposed he was going to go back together with her and forget about you altogether. However you soon realized that Jay Park was thoroughly selfish person who did not take in consideration anyone’s feelings but his.

That’s how you found yourself sitting in his AOMG office while he ranted about how his date with the ex turned and how she has changed over the years they’ve been apart.

You didn’t give a flying shit about that.

How oblivious could he be to not see how you were spacing out during his never ending monologue. You stopped listening to him from the moment he started feeding you with generic bullshit like “she’s different now”, “she’s ready for a serious relationship”, “she wants us to start anew”.

Complete bull crap.

“...tomorrow night,” he said, followed by a long break.

You came back from your thoughts just to find him staring at the wall with a dumb expression on his face. The dumb expression every person in love has.

“Great,” you retorted, standing up from your seat. “I’ll be going now.”

“Alright,” you heard him say as you made your way towards the door. “Are we still hanging out tonight?”

Did you really want to hang out with him?

Was that even a question? Of course you did. You really really liked him. The feelings were strong enough for you to sit through stupid speeches that made you feel lumps in your throat and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

“Yeah, sure,” you mustered to say. “See you.”

Sure enough, when the time came and he was supposed to come over to your house, instead of hearing the familiar knock on the door, you were greeted with a bunch of messages from no one other than Jay.

Of course he had to cancel your usual hangout and most probably the work at the studio was not related to any song. In fact, you were absolutely sure his work for the night contained clothes scattered on the floor and moans. None of them would be coming from you most definitely.

That thought itself filled you with hatred which wasn’t directed towards Jay or his new girl. Ok...maybe a little. But most of it was directed painfully at you. It was your fault for giving him the impression that you were a disposable item in his life, or an option he always had. You ended up breaking you own heart by exaggerating your place in his life.

You spent the night thinking about that. The thoughts ate you alive and by the time the sky began to lighten up with the promise of a new day, your mind was venturing dangerously close to a decision you knew you were going to regret later and thus, you temporarily pushed it to the back of your mind.

Your were too tired to leave your house, but the thought of you staying another minute alone with your malicious mind was enough to determine you to get ready for university.

As you took a seat in the subway, you fished your phone out of your bag and because you were a complete masochist, you scrolled through Jay Park’s Instagram tag.

Surprise, surprise! The were are bunch of photos and articles about him leaving the club hand in hand with a mysterious girl. It didn’t take long for the fangirls to identify her. Five minutes later your were scrolling down her Instagram profile. The fact that she was a model was disappointing but absolutely not surprising. Sighing, you put your phone back in your pocket as you’ve seen enough things to make you suffer for a day.

Later that day your phone lit up with a message from the devil himself.

You wanted to refuse his invitation, you really did, but your stupid reckless heart still held onto the thought that he may have somewhere deep inside him some feelings for you.

It was close to ten o clock when you exited the house. Of course the chances of you seeing her at the party were pretty high thus you made the act of avoiding her your goal for the night.

The AOMG building was packed with people, most of them famous in the music industry. You were able to recognize most of them as you made your way towards Jay who had his back turned on you. Some of the guys would throw you flirtatious looks while some of them looked at you pensively since you were probably the only person in that building who was not a celebrity.

You extended your arms towards Jay, intending to tap him on the shoulder when you saw her standing in his proximity, an expensive dress hugging her slim body. As soon as her eyes met yours, a disgusted expression appeared on her face. As a response, you smiled at her and tapped Jay on the shoulder, making him turn in your direction. His eyes widened for a moment as if he was surprised to see you there.

“Y/n, you came,” he smiled and that was all.

You were used to him hugging you or at least him looking you in the eyes for more than two seconds however, in that particular moment he seemed unnerved.

“You invited me, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. I’m glad you’re here. I hope you’ll have a bangin’ time.”

With that he turned his back to you and continued whatever he was doing before you came leaving you utterly speechless.

You could not believe your eyes the way he treated you like a random groupie. Instead of feeling sad, you were seething. With the corner of your eyes you caught a glimpse of Jay’s girlfriend who looked smug as hell.

Before turning on your heels and leaving the party, you smiled and showed her the middle finger just for shits and giggles.

You made your way through the crowd ready to get the hell out of there when somebody caught your hand.

Wonjae was standing in front of you, with a look of pity on his face. You didn’t need that, in fact, you no longer knew what you needed.

“Hey,” he smiled shyly. “I know you.”

“Let me guess...you know me as Jay’s puppy,” you frowned.

“No, no. I actually know you as the friend Jay never deserved but got anyways because he’s Jay Park.”

You grimaced and immediately looked away. You felt like you didn’t deserve his kindness since everything was your fault. It was your and your childish hope that got you into the clusterfuck.

“I don’t think so,” you retorted. “I’m sorry if I sound like a bitch, but in this moment I want to be anywhere but here.”

Although Wonjae seemed like a scary guy, he was actually an angel walking on earth. He was attentive and friendly to the point you forgot about your heartbreaking night. While you left the party to hang out with him, you realized that you must accept the ending of something in order to start something new. Something better.

That’s how you ended up on your car at three in the morning singing duets with him and talking about the meaning of life.

You wanted to immortalize the moment and so you did.

“Send me the picture you just took,” you said.

“Tag me,” he responded, giving you a look of camaraderie.

However, sometimes every action had its repercussion...

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Part III

Part II

Part I

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