#wonwoo imagines

[badumpum]

As someone who cooks the most easiest dishes for others bcs "it tastes better when you do it".. I want this irl pls.. When will someone cook for me instead huehue

“wonwoo,” you whisper, nudging his ankle with a sock-clad foot. “wonwoo, wake up.”

he grunts and mumbles something unintelligible, before his lips part and he lets out a soft snore. his hair is a mess—probably because he never seems to stay still when he’s asleep. you reach out and gently trail a finger down the bridge of his nose.

“wonwoo,” you try again. he shivers involuntarily. “baby, darling, light of my life. sugarplum. rubber duck. love boat.”

“i’m going to break up with you if you call me that again,” your boyfriend finally says, opening his eyes and squinting at you. you grin. he sighs, though it’s not a weary sound. more fond than anything else. loving, in the way only jeon wonwoo is. “what do you want?”

you lean over him, elbow brushing over his chest, and try to switch on the lamp placed on the bedside table. fumbling for the switch, you flick it on and blink when the room floods with soft amber light. you kick the duvet off of wonwoo’s legs, ignoring his startled huff.

moving back, you place both arms on either side of wonwoo’s head and hook a leg over his waist. his hands come up to grip your sides. despite his sleepiness, he smiles up at you—a slow, lazy one, the kind he gives you when he’s happy and content. it brings a smile to your own face.

“i want ramen,” you say in response to his question. “i’m really hungry.”

“really?” 

“really.” you nod.

his thumb rubs circles on the part of your hip where your shirt is ridden up. “and you couldn’t make it yourself?”

“you make ramen better than i do.”

“it’s literally three steps,” wonwoo says, amused. “it’s packaged food. it tastes the same regardless of who makes it.”

“it tastes different,” you insist. “please?” 

he laughs, chest rising with the movement. “okay, okay. if you say so.”

“thank you.” you bend down and kiss the corner of his mouth. “you’re the best. i’m the luckiest person alive, i swear.”

“flattery gets you nowhere,” wonwoo says, but when you clamber off the bed, he follows you to the kitchen after grabbing his glasses.

and there’s something so tender about this, so fragile, a delicate sort of thing that you will cherish and protect with your life—something special about cooking and eating ramen at midnight, specifically with him. 

it tastes different.

author’s note — wrote this because i was craving instant noodles last night at 2 am. unfortunately i did not have a jeon wonwoo to cook them for me & i didn’t have any ramen left at home 😔

[yeonjunsvape]

L.A girl: joshua smut

w/c: 2.3k

pairing: idol!joshua, female!reader

genre: smut

summary: joshua comes back to his hometown and meets with a girl from his past.

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you highfive your teammates when you score a point and glance over at the crowd forming, cheering you guys on.

there was a particular face which sticks out when you go to serve the ball, it was a tall, well dressed, and smug smiled man.

joshua…

your eyes never left his as he slow claps for you, the arrogance was radiating off his body and you drop the ball to the ground. never has your heart beaten so fast by a person who didn’t have to speak a word, joshua only uses his eyes to get his point across.

without saying a word to your friends, you run off the beach and immediately regret looking weak infront of him.

when you walk down the pier of the beach, you didn’t notice someone following you because your mind was clouded, “why did you run?” a familiar voice from behind you semi-shouts due to all the noise happening around you.

even with all the other sounds coming from every direction in your ears, his voice was crystal clear and transparent. “i-i didn’t run…” you stopped in your tracks but didn’t have the strength to turn around.

it was an obvious lie, he saw you laughing and smiling with your friends until your eyes met his. “you didn’t huh?” he retorts with a sly chuckle.

your fingers ball into a fist until your knuckles turn white and finally turn around to face joshua. “okay fine i did, but who are you to judge? don’t you run away from everyone and everything also?” you shout, walking up closer until you’re chest to chest.

“i can’t argue there, i just thought you would’ve got over that by now.” your eyes roll and he smirks, loving the reaction he gets from you anytime he speaks.

you weren’t sure why he has such an emotional effect in your brain, it’s been that way since middle school. he can be on the other side of the world and you still can’t help but look around small crowds for his face.

“i missed you [Y/N], my band is doing some shooting in la, i just wanted to catch up.” joshua seemed innocent by the way he spoke but you can read his thoughts. “i’ve been great… we caught up, have a good summer.” you turn around and continue your journey down the pier, far away from him.

2 days later was the next time you’d see joshua again.

the day was nothing extraordinary, shower, coffee, and work meetings; that is until, you see the handsome yet annoying smug face walking into your office.

your cheeks sink in and you give him a death glare as he walks to your bosses office door, knocking politely. you stand from your chair and sneak over to the room, peaking in through a window your boss uses to surveillance all your colleagues.

there wasn’t any clear words you could hear and you stomp your foot slightly, getting frustrated you didn’t know joshua’s intentions.

when the two men start walking toward the door, you take off back to your desk, falling off your rolling chair in the process but quickly sitting down, and breathing heavy.

they walk behind you and the hair sticks up on the back of your head just by the presence of joshua hong. “mrs. [Y/N]? this is joshua from the korean band seventeen. they are looking for someone around the area to help them with shooting locations.” you turn around in the chair and bite the inside of your cheek hard.

you worked in retail at the largest agency in la and you had no idea what selling houses had to do with finding locations for a boyband to shoot a music video.

“the beach is always a good location, have a nice day.” you turn back around in your chair and your boss clears his throat, “mrs [Y/N]? take his team to every available property along the shore we have.”

you hesitate but stand up from the chair and grab your belongings. “it’ll be my honor, shall we, mr. hong?” you fake a polite voice for your bosses satisfaction and drop your smile when you’re left alone with joshua. “let’s go.”

the elevator ride to the first floor was nothing short of the most tense experience you’ve ever been in and the worst part is you can’t run away this time.

“sooo… is your manager going with us?” you awkwardly ask, trying to stay professional. “yes, also the other boys, they want to have an opinion on where we shoot.” you just nod and look around the small elevator at anywhere but him.

once the two doors were about to open he presses a button to make the doors close again. “what-” was all you said before he pushes you against the elevator wall, both of his hands on either side of your head.

“why do you do this to me [Y/N]? after all these years of no communication, you still make me feel like we’re in high school.” he mutters in your ear, sending shivers down your entire body.

you didn’t dare speak a word to the man who was now hovering over your body and after a few moments of silence he chuckles, pulling away. “i know you like the back of my hand [Y/N], you act innocent and push me away, then can’t handle the tension so you hate fuck me.”

you push him away when the elevator opens again and people crowd inside, then slip out the door skillfully, leaving joshua behind. your heart was beating so fast you thought it was about to explode.

you’re on level 8 when you need to be on the ground floor, so you quickly run to the stairs in case you run into joshua again.

it was silent, dark, and every move you make echoes throughout the walls of the stairs. halfway through the journey you were already panting and waving your hand on your face as a makeshift fan, seeing ‘floor 4’ on the wall infront of you.

a door opened and closed but with the echoing, it could’ve came from anywhere.

you stop to rest and text your boss it was going good, even though you planned on making a break for it when you finally reach level 1.

as soon as you hit send your phone was snatched out of your hand with aggression, you look up to see joshua. “we never finished our conversation.” he blankly stares, holding your phone as ransom.

you cross your arms and hold your hand out, tapping your foot in annoyance. “may i have my phone back?” “you may have your phone back…. once we finish our conversation.” he replies back, holding the phone behind his back.

“if you don’t give me my phone back, i will scream murder and they will take you to jail.” you threat and your foot tapping getting faster. “there’s no one else in here darling, no one would even hear you,” he smirks to himself as if he won, then putting your phone inside his pants.

your face scrunches at his lame moves, knowing from personal experience he could do much better. “how about, you can have my phone, i’ll just get a new one.” you smirk back and he hums, hearing a text message ‘ding’ coming from in his pants. “that might be important, you should come get it.”

you nod your head and reach your hand in his pants as he wished, digging around to find what you were looking for.

“ahhh there it is, it was so small i almost missed it.” you smirk, cupping his semi-hard dick in your hand, rubbing it slowly until you feel it become fully hard.

after you left him speechless, you grab your phone and walk down the stairs again, texting your boss back. “you were right joshua, it was important.” you call out, not caring if he is following or not.

when you reach level 3, you were pushed against the wall for the second time in the span of 30 minutes, you look up at joshuas eyes and bite the inside of your cheeks again. “you did this to me.” he whispers, glancing down at the very obvious outline in his pants. “yeah and now its your problem.” you spit back, huffing at his aggressive gaze.

joshua pushes his hard on against your pussy that has been aching since the elevator, and hums. “it’s our problem [Y/N], i can tell you’re putting on a brave face, but you want me.”

even if his words were true, you needed to stay strong so you don’t end up as the loser in his game.

“look at you, the desperation in wearing that skin tight leather skirt is all i need to know.” joshua smirks, spreading your legs apart with his knee. “how much you wanna bet you’re soaking in those panties? a slut like you loves when a man is basically begging for your pussy.” he whispers in your ear, moving a hand down to lift up your skirt slowly.

“i-i won’t be, you have no effect on my pussy.” you whisper back, clenching your eyes shut when you feel his hand creeping up your thigh. “you sure?” joshua asks with a chuckle, the wetness running down your leg before he could even make it to your panties.

“i love how i can make you dripping just by my words. you’ve always liked being degraded.” he mumbles and finally reaches your core, his hand stopping when he feels no panties. “were you preparing for this moment? you knew i would find a way to get us alone huh? god you’re so slutty and sexy.” joshua smirks and flicks your clit with his fingers, making your entire body jolt.

“it’s true.” you whimper, not caring about winning or losing his game anymore, you just needed his dick.

joshua lifts you by the waist and pins you to the wall so your legs are spread around him. “sorry doll, no time for foreplay, someone can catch us.”

the thought of someone hearing, or seeing joshua fucking you hard against your work walls made you even wetter, the juice dripping on his pants as you wait for him to take his dick out.

once it was free, he lifts your hips so he could get a good grip on you before slamming as hard as he could inside your pussy. you yell but a hand slapped over your mouth, and tears forming in your eyes. it hurt so good, you wanted to feel him slam in you again without any warning.

joshua bounces you up and down on his large cock, smirking at your already tearful eyes. “its not small now, is it whore? it’s not small when its pounding into you tight wet pussy.” he moans out, thrusting his hips as fast as he can.

his name calling made your walls clench around him, it was your biggest turn on. “you’re so obedient doll, i tell you to spread your legs and here you are, being fucked senseless at your work.” he was panting now and you knew it was going to be a quickie, which you didn’t mind, you were already cumming on his dick as he spoke.

joshua reaches a hand up and wraps it around your slim throat, kissing your lips sloppily. he slurps up the saliva that was running down your mouth from pleasure and hums. “so sexy.” he moans, choking you harder.

“go faster.” you choke out, hearing a chuckle come from his mouth. “this isn’t fast enough for my little cum slut?” he retorts and you clench again at the name.

despite the teasing, he does as you ask, and thrusts as fast as his hips could go, “im about to cum baby, i missed your pussy so much.” he lowly moans, hands still around your neck and kisses your mouth.

joshua gives two more hard thrusts before shooting inside of your guts, pushing deeper in and whimpers against your mouth.

“f-fuck.” he groans when he pulls away from the kiss, resting a hand against the wall so he could hold you up on his waist, still deep inside of your now sensitive pussy. “that was the best hate sex we’ve ever had,” you giggle, twitching everytime he moved inside of you.

joshua finally pulls out of you when he catches his breath and zips his pants up. “lets go back to my hotel and do that again.” he smirks, kissing your neck slowly. “what about the house hunting for your music video?” you ask, tilting your head so he could kiss more of your neck.

“oh, we’re shooting at the beach, i had a free day and got bored.” he admits and you scoff. “you’re such a dick.” you cross your arms and start walking off, joshua catching up to you fast, “i just wanted your pussy, but i will tell your boss you are the best employee, and we spent all day looking at beautiful houses. meanwhile, we’re at my hotel fucking and you get a day off.” he negotiates and you think about it for a second, “alright deal.”

he was satisfied with your response and he grabs your hand but you pull away. “we’re better at hate fucking, not lovey dovey.” he nods in agreement and leaves your workplace with you, heading to his hotel.

“you should come back more though shua, you’re much use to me when you’re here.”

a/n: its 5 am and i just finished, im so tired, i started at 12 am 😂 but i really wanted to get this posted bc i have a busy day tomorrow, hope you enjoy!! my requests are open!!

[pepperonidk]

ii. the song's about to start (can you feel it?) || to.you

↳ "... i'm about to fall for you.''

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoox gn!Reader Summary: Creative constipation. That's what Wonwoo calls the feeling he gets when he realizes he wants to write about how he feels about you. What exactly does he feel about you? That's... inconclusive, he thinks. Warnings: alcohol mentions, cursing Songs Mentioned: partners in crime - finneas, (only) about love - grentperez, buzz - niki

A/N: I'll be releasing a new chapter every day until Christmas, as a gift. :)

let me know if you'd like to be tagged! comments and rb's are appreciated :)

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Mingyu is the worst person to have in the car when all you want to do is think.

The thought popped into Wonwoo’s mind as he swatted at a wandering hand reaching for the volume dial on his dashboard. A groan sounded from beside him and Wonwoo rolled his eyes in return. Mingyu was a regular in the front seat of his car, and to his dismay, felt much too comfortable touching everything he could on the dashboard. His chair was leaned back absurdly far and the vents on the air conditioning seemed pointed in every which direction. 

“Wonwoo, I like this song,” he huffed as he reached forward to mess with the volume again. His drunken clumsy hands turned the dial much too far until Wonwoo adjusted it back to a reasonable level. With a sigh Wonwoo gave in and looked forward to his later drive home in silence.

He tapped his fingers against the wheel as Mingyu sang along. Croaked, more like. Mingyu had a melodic singing voice, but that wouldn’t be obvious to anyone hearing him right now. But Wonwoo was used to this, and although he pretended to be annoyed by it, he really didn’t mind. He liked this song too and he hummed along, quiet enough that Mingyu wouldn’t notice.

“You couldn’t look any more like a lover Or a partner in crime Or something of mine”

The song ended and Mingyu reached over to turn the volume down. Wonwoo was thankful, but realized if the radio volume went down, Mingyu’s would have an inverse effect. He looked over at Wonwoo whose eyes were trained on the dark and empty 3 a.m. freeway ahead of him.

“You know,” Mingyu began with a smirk in his voice and Wonwoo tensed, steeling himself for whatever nonsense would escape his friend’s lips. “Seungcheol said he saw you dragging Chan’s friend upstairs earlier.” Wonwoo’s hands grew tighter on the wheel and Mingyu didn’t miss the flush of red that appeared on his cheeks as Wonwoo remembered the brief feeling of your skin on his. He shifted his glasses higher up on his nose bridge. Mingyu’s laugh was grating, Wonwoo thought.

He chose not to say anything. A mistake, really, as now Mingyu, the yapper, had found an opportunity to fill in the blanks with his own speculations.

“Mr. Jeon, I never took you for the frat-party quickie type,” Mingyu continued, laughing to himself. “Especially not with people you write songs about.”

“Shut up,” Wonwoo huffed. “It wasn’t a quickie, I was–”

“Oh so you took your time,” Mingyu cut him off with a playful slap to his shoulder. Somehow he felt his face heat up some more. Wasn’t Mingyu drunk? How was he this perceptive? Thankfully, they weren’t too far from Mingyu’s home.

“We were looking for those two other idiots that hang around Chan,” Wonwoo tried to speak up over the sound of his friend’s guffaws.

“I’m just teasing, you grump,” Mingyu finally relented. He waited a beat before continuing. “But that new song of yours was definitely about them right?”

Wonwoo thought for a second before answering, even though he knew Mingyu already knew what he’d say. He simply nodded in response.

“Knew it,” Mingyu spoke again. The teasing lilt in his voice was soon replaced by something softer. “It’s been a while since you’ve written anything new. It felt new.” 

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo asked curiously. He’d always had a particular style when it came to writing songs, and Mingyu had known him long enough to see it become what it was. He didn’t particularly intend to write anything different, he just… wrote as he always did.

Mingyu leaned against the window, thinking to himself. “I’m not really sure myself,” he finally answered after a beat. “It just felt more like you, I guess.” 

The last time Wonwoo wrote a new song was when Joshua was still part of their band. 

Last spring, right as the trees were beginning to turn into various shades of light pinks and pastels, Joshua asked them all to stay after practice to talk. It was an unusual rehearsal from the start, and Joshua seemed nervous much unlike his usual calm and collected self. His dark hair was ever so slightly disheveled and he wore pajama pants instead of his nicer trousers that he usually wore to save time before heading to his office internship after practice.

Joshua clumsily missed notes that he had never missed before, and Wonwoo was more shocked than anyone else to see the founder of their band fumble around like he’d never held a guitar before. So when it came time for them to talk, Wonwoo was intrigued and surprised again when he finally spoke.

“I’m moving,” Joshua blurted out without his usual level of tact.

“You’re–”

“What–”

“Moving–”

Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Wonwoo all spoke at once and Joshua let out a sigh of relief that melted into a soft laugh, as if a weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders.

“Moving? Where?” Wonwoo asked again.

Joshua nodded with a sheepish smile before explaining. “You’ve all met my girlfr— fiance before. We’re both graduating next semester. She got accepted to a music conservatory overseas and my internship offered me a position at their branch in the same city, it just feels like the stars were aligning. It all feels like a sign.” In the many years he’d made music with Joshua, learned his cues and learned his melodies, he saw that Joshua spoke with a twinkle in his eye that Wonwoo had only ever seen when he spoke about his partner.

“I’m sorry to announce I’m leaving the band like this,” Joshua continued. “But I’ll help you find a replacement before I leave. In fact, I already have someone in mind.”

That’s how they found Chan, a friend of Joshua’s fiance who played in the university orchestra with her. They watched his end-of-year recital and sat through his flawless performance of a cello concerto by Saint-Saëns.  It all happened rather quickly after that and without even auditioning, the passionate but impulsive sophomore had become their new bassist.

After going out for a round of drinks at the local pub to celebrate Joshua’s news, Wonwoo found himself outside on the patio, resting his elbows against the railing and thinking about all of this until a voice cut through his thoughts.

“Wonwoo,” Joshua called as he moved to stand beside him. “What’s on your mind?”

He turned around to glance over at his friend. Joshua looked happier now, like he was constantly basking in the glow of something bright, and Wonwoo supposed that in a way, he was. “What does it feel like?” Wonwoo asked vaguely, but Joshua knew what he meant, as he usually did.

“It’s… hard to explain,” Joshua replied with a faraway smile. Wonwoo looked at him and waited for him to continue. “At first, it felt like… well you know, right before a show when we first turn on the amps? There’s a buzz, but it feels electric. It’s a little bit like that, anticipation because you know something good is about to happen.” Wonwoo nodded thoughtfully at Joshua’s response as he continued. “Now it feels so big… like exploring space, if space was safe and warm.” 

After a slight chuckle, a wave of silence washed over the two of them until Joshua spoke again. “Are you going to be okay?” Joshua glanced over at his friend.

“I will be,” Wonwoo answered. “Will you?”

Joshua turned around to face the window and smiled to himself as he watched his fiance laugh at something Mingyu and Seungcheol were saying. “I think so,” he said quietly. “But I’m happy to be here right now.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo agreed. “Me too.”

When Wonwoo came home to his apartment that night, he reached for his guitar. He strummed quietly as he felt the familiar wash of inspiration take over him. A soft melody seemed to untangle itself into something that made sense in his head and soon, lyrics came along with it.

“Take my hand and come with me to another place We can walk around the universe tonight.”

He hoped he understood what Joshua had told him. Love as a concept was simple enough to put into an analogy, but difficult to really get, but for his friend, he’d try. He sent Joshua off later that spring with the lyrics and sheet music folded neatly in an envelope, a gift from Wonwoo to the happy couple and felt satisfied leaving it at that between the two of them. And so it was, until Joshua asked him to play it at his wedding six months later. It was his first time singing a song without the rest of the band, but it didn’t feel as scary as he imagined it to be. It was like having a conversation, or writing a letter to his friend. To Joshua.

He hadn’t written a song since then, not until he met you. Mingyu was right and the realization had heat seeping into his cheeks.

“Something something Halloween party,” Mingyu recalled the lyrics to his song, snapping him out of his thoughts. “That line about living in a VHS was pretty cute, what did you say to them to make you think of that one?”

“Nothing,” Wonwoo replied and that was an answer enough on its own.

“Oh Wonwoo,” Mingyu cooed as he ran a hand through his hair and shifted to find a more comfortable way to drift off for the last few minutes of the ride, content to let Wonwoo have a reprieve from the teasing.

After dropping off a drunk Mingyu and driving back to his apartment, he couldn’t decide whether to grab his notebook and pen or his guitar. This was a rather frustrating dilemma to have. Usually, he’d feel something akin to lightning and either a simple line or a melody would come to him and he’d grab whatever vessel he needed to bring it alive. 

The song he wrote about you two weeks ago began as lyrics first. He had watched you walk down the sidewalk in your pumpkin costume and groaned to himself as he realized half of your entire conversation was him saying, “cool.” He walked back into the party and through a sea of stupid costumes to find his guitar case and fished out the worn brown leather notebook that he always kept with him and grabbed a pen.

“I want to erase the things I said, but I’ll probably say them again. Wish I could hit rewind and not be so in my head.”

With a few tweaks and a chorus, it had become a song, and Wonwoo was proud of himself. It wasn’t until after he had finally set his pen down and saw he’d written the words “I wouldn’t have let you go leave me,” that he wondered if he really felt that way or if it was just a good line.

At the next party, when you told him you liked the song, the song he wrote about you, he felt something else, and he wondered what to call the flutter he felt in his chest. Attraction, maybe? He learned about the feeling of attraction in class, how the spike in your heart rate and cortisol levels can be read as attraction in the right circumstances… or stress in the wrong ones. With his adrenaline running high after his performance, he decided that the evidence presented was too inconclusive to be labeled one way or another.

Now, he decided to grab his notebook to look back at the page he’d scribbled on, to see if something could give that final push for lightning to strike. He scoured the margins, looking through the various doodles and squiggles and crossed out words. It was incredibly frustrating, Wonwoo thought, to have the desperate urge to write, but not know what to write. It’s probably because he still couldn’t figure out how he felt about you. Anxiety? Attraction? It was something new, but not something he knew how to explain. All he knew was that he wanted to write about you.

Nothing came to him even after flipping through his book, so with a sigh, he gave up and flopped onto his bed. His eyes fluttered shut and hoped inspiration would find him in his dreams.

The next morning, Wonwoo woke up feeling unrested and uninspired. He was expecting to wake up with that familiar whisper of a new melody or a new lyric in his ear, but instead he woke up to the sound of thunder outside. He ran a frustrated hand down his face. Creative constipation, he thought to himself.

Then as he settled into his seat for his psych class, he found himself so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice you call his name. His gaze was fixed on his lyrics notebook in front of him until you reached out and tentatively put your hand on his shoulder. The contact snapped his attention towards you and he felt a haze begin to clear.

“Wonwoo?” The tone in your voice surprised him. It was soft and laced with concern. “You okay? I’ve said your name like three times now.” 

“Yeah,” he shook his head as he muttered quickly. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

He watched as you gave him a kind smile, tilting your head. “I hate to break your concentration, but my usual seat has been… taken over.” He watched as you nodded your head towards the row in front where Soonyoung, who was hunched over his laptop, was completely oblivious to the girl in your seat who was leaning toward him with a hopeful, dazed grin. “We’re picking project partners today and I think she’s trying to get Soonyoung to pick her.”

Wonwoo scoffed at the scene in front of him. “She’s wasting her time. I’ve never seen him pay attention to anything in this class that wasn’t a Fortnite stream.”

“Harsh, but accurate,” you agreed with a chuckle. “So can I…?”

“Oh, right, yeah,” he scrambled to move his backpack off the seat so you could settle into it. He watched you sit down and when you smiled at him he suddenly felt his cheeks heat up. He awkwardly tried to bring his gaze back to his notebook, not knowing what to say, but waiting for you to continue the conversation. 

After a beat, you continued. “So,” you leaned in conspiratorially. “Think she’ll succeed?”

He thought for a second before answering, his lips twitching as he did. “Not unless she pays him in… Robucks.”

“V-Bucks,” you corrected him with a playful grin.

“Right,” he twirled his pen in his hand, as if needing something to fidget with. “That.”

You chuckled in amusement. “Well, if she steals Soonyoung, I’ll settle for Chan. We’ve been project partners since we were little, so I’m used to picking up his slack.”

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow at you. “And if Chan gets taken?”

You simply shrugged as you smiled at him playfully. “Then I guess I’d be stuck with you.”

His pen slipped out of his fingers and he blinked at you, his glasses sliding down his nose. “Me?” he echoed.

“Yeah, you,” he blushed as you laughed at his surprise. “Unless you’ve already made plans?”

“I don’t know anyone else in class,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“Neither do I,” you replied easily. “Looks like we’re a great match already.”

For a beat, Wonwoo caught himself just staring at you, unsure of what to say. The tips of his ears felt red hot, and he looked down at his notebook again, scribbling in the margins. “Sure, a good match,” he repeated. 

“So what is it that had you thinking so deeply?” you asked as you pulled your laptop out of your bag.

Wonwoo paused for a beat, wondering how to reply. He wasn’t particularly fond of letting people into his writing process. It felt too intimate. Even Mingyu and Seungcheol had only ever looked into his notebook once and then decided it wasn’t worth being on the receiving end of Wonwoo’s death glare (not to be confused with his usual resting neutral glare). For some reason, he felt as though you wouldn’t be too much of a threat to his creative process.

“I have to write about a feeling,” he began tentatively. “But I can’t really figure out what it is.”

“Oh is this for, like, an essay?” You asked. You tapped on your chin as you thought about what to say.

“Yeah, something like that.” “What’s the feeling?” you continued to ask. Wonwoo found himself intrigued at your willingness to help him, but remembered how quickly you relent to offering your notes to Soonyoung and Chan when they miss something. He figured it’s probably second nature for you.

“Honestly, I’m not too sure myself,” Wonwoo answered honestly but still nervous that you’d see through his flimsy details. 

He was aware of how vague his answer was, but this was the closest thing he could tell you without divulging his thoughts. He wasn’t even sure how much of a help you’d actually be. Songwriting, Wonwoo recognized, was not something that everyone could do, but it was something he did well. He had a knack for being able to step into someone else’s shoes and write about their feelings. Like some sort of twisted empath, he could write a damn good love song without ever having been in love. He figured whatever higher being created him thought it would be funny to have such a stoic man only be able to express himself through a melody, like he was in some goddamn musical. 

The other members of his band had a bit of experience writing as well, but their styles were different from Wonwoo’s. They had a special knack for writing songs that sounded like them. Mingyu’s songs were always more upbeat and catchy, good for parties, and a little quirky. Seungcheol’s songs were much more focused on the rhythm and had fewer lyrics. Chan, although only having written a couple of songs so far, definitely had a more angsty, grungy vibe. It was only from Joshua’s leadership that they all learned to blend their styles into something cohesive.

Most people outside of the band assumed that the majority of songs were written by Mingyu or Seungcheol or even Chan now that he was part of it. But surprisingly, Wonwoo was the real lyrical mastermind behind No Name, although he never opts to correct anyone who thinks otherwise.

“Just write it down,” you replied as if it was the most simple answer. “Even if the feeling doesn’t have a name, you’ll get the point across.” When you looked over to see Wonwoo eyeing you skeptically, you continued.

“Not all feelings have a name,” you went on. “Like the feeling when you’re about to turn a door handle into a surprise party you knew about, or like when you get the first cup of hot coffee for the season because it’s finally cold enough outside for it. It’s like you know it’s the start of something new, something good.” 

Wonwoo could see warmth flashing in your eyes as he watched you list these feelings. It reminded him of Joshua’s words that night. Something about anticipation…

There it was. Lightning. His head shot up as you spoke and you turned to him with wide eyes. You watched as he reached for his notebook and began scribbling into it madly. Before you could ask him more about it, the sound of the professor’s voice filled the room. Wonwoo, however, did not lift his head.

“It’s the feeling of the first coffee run in autumn – can you feel it?”

The last part was a question for himself.

Sure enough, today was the day project partners were being assigned and although Wonwoo spent the majority of the class writing madly into his journal, his ears perked up at the announcement.

“Since you’re all adults and there’s over 60 of you in this class, it’s easier for everyone to just partner up with their current desk partner.” Wonwoo turned and met your eyes and you both let out a sigh of relief. He was glad it was you.

He managed to set his pen down as the professor continued to explain the assignment. “This project is about relationships,” he announced as he walked down the aisle to hand papers out to the class. “For the rest of the semester, you’re going to be getting to know your partner and hopefully yourself, quite well. Hopefully, if nothing else, you can leave the class with a new friend.”

The both of you turned your heads at the sound of Chan groaning as he looked over at Soonyoung. Soonyoung  looked wistfully at the girl who stole your seat, finally giving her attention. Unfortunately, she was in a separate desk cluster. Wonwoo was thankful that things worked out the way they did.

Wonwoo watched you stifle a chuckle at the two in front of you and pass him the worksheet. He scanned over the paper. It was mostly blank, save for a few sentences of instructions and two sections of items to note. 

Under the first section were three items: First impressions of your partner? Who do you think you are? How do you think others see you?

The second section simply stated: At the end of this project, reflect on your earlier impressions and see how they’ve changed. What’s changed about how you see your partner? How they see you? How you see yourself? What social theories or effects do you believe may have affected this change?

“You get out of this project what you put into it,” the professor stated. “The more time you spend with your partner, the more change you’ll see in any or all of the criteria. However, if you decide not to spend any time with them after the initial meeting, you still have some theories to write about.” He chuckled to himself as he scanned the students’ faces.

He continued on. “There’s no criteria for how much or how you spend time with your partner outside of being safe and respectful. But I suggest you do things together that mean something to you. Be intentional with the time you spend together.”

Wonwoo’s previous feelings of relief had suddenly dissipated as quickly as they came. This was a rather intimate project, and although the questions seemed simple enough, being in this class for the semester taught him nothing was ever psychologically simple. He snuck a quick glance over at you, busy writing your name on the top of your paper and writing down quick reminders to yourself in the margins of your notebook where you had neatly organized your notes from class. Your cheeks were pink, and so were the tips of your ears. He was sure his were too.

He looked down at his own notebook, filled with nothing that could help him on an exam. But he had half a song written down. 

It wasn’t until the professor had dismissed the class and Wonwoo was setting his things back in his bag that you finally turned up to look at him with your phone out towards him. “Before you head out, can I get your number?” you asked.

“Sure thing,” Wonwoo reached out for your phone, accidentally brushing his fingers against yours in the process. There was that flutter again, but Wonwoo was ready to chalk this one up to stress. Until he caught a glimpse of your tinted cheeks and suddenly he was at a loss once again. He focused back on the phone long enough to put his number in before handing it back to you, letting his fingers brush yours once again. For research purposes, he had said to himself. Results still inconclusive.

That afternoon, Wonwoo sat at his desk with the worksheet in front of him. The first question seemed easy enough to answer. He didn’t need to think too hard before writing a response.

First impressions of your partner: 

He thought back to his first time seeing you in class. Did that even count? All he ever saw was the back of your head and the way you would raise your hands to rub at your temples at the end of class as you slid your notebook for Soonyoung and Chan to take pictures of. He picked up his pen anyway. Begrudgingly kind, he wrote.

The first time he really saw you was that night at the frat party. You were quick to laugh at his jokes, and quicker to add on. And later, he watched as you danced with Soonyoung, who Wonwoo watched get shot down by a girl who was clearly more interested in the girl with her, even in your stupid pumpkin costume that stood out like a sore thumb. There was something about you that drew people in, he realized. Charming, good friend, obnoxious.

He thought about when you finally left that evening to go study. Hard-working, warm.

The next questions were a lot more difficult to answer.

Who do you think you are?

“Annoyed, mostly,” he muttered aloud as he forced himself to try to think. Although he had a knack for writing about other people, he wasn’t a huge fan of introspection. A musician, he wrote simply. I’m good at what I do, and I do what I’m good at. Simple. Blunt. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, he thought.

How do you think others see you?

This was such a dumb question, Wonwoo thought to himself. He never really cared about how other people saw him. Mingyu always said it was one of his charms, especially on stage, and he agreed. His Twitter DMs seemed to agree as well. But a question was a question, and he wasn’t going to hurt his stellar grade over a dumb question. Charismatic, quiet, intense, cold. 

He finally set his pen down and picked up his phone to see a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey Wonwoo, are you free this evening?

Before Wonwoo could feel confused at who the hell would be so bold as to message him like this, you quickly sent a follow up text with your name and Wonwoo scoffed. He was amused. He saved your number before replying to you.

Wonwoo: Sure Wonwoo: Did you want to do something?

He didn’t wait long for a response as you quickly texted him an address and a time. The campus cafe, which thankfully was near his apartment, at 7 p.m. so he still had a few hours before he had to meet you. He pulled out his lyrics notebook and looked back at what he’d written during class. It felt like it was coming together and Wonwoo felt content as he grabbed his acoustic and began to strum absentmindedly, trying to figure out what his words sounded like in a melody. It was something simple, but he was happy with it. Mingyu was right, this song felt like him.

For the first time in a long time, he was writing about himself.

When Wonwoo walked into the cafe promptly at 7 p.m., he let out a soft sigh. The smell of pastries, cinnamon, and coffee wrapped around him like a comforting embrace and he took a moment to appreciate the smells of autumn. He scanned around the cafe and found you sitting at a booth by the window, staring out at the street. Now that October had passed, the jack-o-lanterns and skeletons had been replaced with the warm glow of fairy lights and other various holiday decor. As he walked towards you, he found himself catching his breath at the warm glow the lights left on your skin. Pretty, he thought to himself. When you finally turned your head and caught his eye, you smiled at him with a wave. As pretty as he thought you were looking away from him, it had nothing on the way your eyes lit up at the sight of him. 

“Hey Wonwoo,” you greeted as he finally made it to your table. He unwrapped his scarf from his neck and slipped out from his coat, setting them both neatly beside him on the leather seat of the booth. “I went ahead and ordered a little bit before you got here. Figured you’d look forward to something warm to fight the cold.” You gestured at the cream colored mugs that sat on the table and Wonwoo cautiously inspected the one in front of him. The steam still rose from its contents and the smell of Earl Grey tea made his shoulders relax. He wasn’t a coffee person.

“Thanks,” Wonwoo replied softly. “How’d you uh, how’d you know I prefer tea?”

You blushed as you looked away. “I was a little nervous,” you began, your attention once again on the sights outside. “I texted Chan on the way here and asked what kind of drink you preferred.” 

Wonwoo felt himself blush and was thankful that you weren’t looking directly at him. He scoffed before taking a sip of his tea. Seems like Chan pays attention. “Nervous, huh?” He didn’t mean for it to come out as teasing as it did.

You finally turned your attention back to him. “Yeah,” you chewed your lip. “This is kind of an intimate project. Did you see the questions? It felt like some sort of first date survey.”

He nearly choked on his next sip. You were right, and now that you had pointed it out, Wonwoo couldn’t help but fixate on the idea. A first date, he repeated to himself. He hoped the mug hid his blush.

“We don’t have to think of it that way,” you quickly added. Wonwoo let out a soft chuckle at your panic. “I mean, not that it would be terrible, but this is for class so I think we can keep it professional and then be friends, which I guess would not really be prof-” 

“You’re rambling,” Wonwoo cut you off. He felt relieved that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous about all of this, but he also took note of how you said it wouldn’t be terrible for this to be a date. He let out a sigh and set his mug down. “There’s no pressure at all. We can spend as much or as little time together as you’re comfortable with, and how we spend that time doesn’t have to be anything in particular. We could study, talk, or just sit here in silence too, if you wanted.” He hoped of course, that he’d see you more often, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. He knew people saw him as somewhat unapproachable. Even people who scream his name at performances seem to tense up and freeze when they see him on campus. He didn’t want you to be one of them.

To his credit, his words did seem to have an effect on you and he watched your shoulders begin to relax as you reached for your own mug to take a sip. “Thanks,” you began. “Sometimes I get too in my own head. But you’re right. No pressure.”

Glad that you were finally more relaxed, he let a beat of silence sit comfortably between the two of you. When he first met you at that party, you seemed a lot more sure of yourself, not that you seemed unconfident now, but more that you handled interactions with new people in a charming, easy way that he couldn’t. It made him relax knowing he wasn’t the only one who tends to overthink things. He made a mental note to write that down for his assignment later.

It was much easier to just talk after that. Wonwoo felt he had finally redeemed himself after that night where all he could say was “cool.” He was a man of few words… but not that few.

You told Wonwoo about how you’d met Chan, Seungkwan, and Hansol. How Seungkwan had come up to you at recess in elementary school after you had just moved to town and asked about the book you were reading. He was the first to speak to you, and Hansol was the first to drag you along to their adventures. Chan, who was your next door neighbor (and the same age as you), had declared himself your older brother when he found out you didn’t have one. “Everyone should have a big brother,” he had decided at 9 years old.

Wonwoo told you about the band, why it was called No Name in the first place. He and Joshua had started the band in high school with his best friends and kept it going since they somehow ended up at the same university. Mingyu wanted to call themselves The Four-Eyes “because it’s funny. Because you wear glasses.” And when Wonwoo nearly pounced across the table, Seungcheol suggested The Cherry-pops which Wonwoo hated even more. It wasn’t until Joshua broke up the argument and shoved Mingyu back to his seat on the couch that Joshua decided, “If we can’t decide on a name, then we go with No Name.” And that was that.

Wonwoo had found himself smiling at the memory, and chuckled at how long ago that was. Now, somehow, he had become the leader of the band, filling in Joshua’s role as a singer and at times, a mediator.

It was easy to be nostalgic with you, but maybe it was the tea, or the fairy lights that set him up. It wasn’t until both your mugs were halfway empty after a refill that Wonwoo remembered to ask. “So why a cafe?” he asked curiously. 

Your eyes lit up as you began to speak. “Oh, right,” you began. “Remember how we were talking earlier about feelings that don’t have a name and I mentioned the first coffee run in autumn?” Wonwoo nodded. “Well, I finally had some time today, and I thought I’d invite you to join me so you could feel it firsthand.”

Now that it was November, it was well past Wonwoo’s first run to the cafe. In fact, he’d been here at least twice a week since September.

“I know that it’s really late into the season,” you spoke again as if you knew what he was thinking. “And I’ve had plenty of coffee since September. But I’d just been so busy that I hadn’t had a chance to actually sit down inside a cafe and enjoy a cup of coffee.” You smiled as you looked down into your mug.

This is nice, Wonwoo thought to himself. “So what are you feeling?” Wonwoo probed as he recalled your words from earlier. Something new, something good. This was definitely that.

“Like life is about to fall into place.”

Later that evening, Wownoo found himself itching for his phone to text you.

It had only been an hour since the two of you parted ways after he walked you to your car, but he already found himself thinking about when he would see you again. You were easy to talk to but you didn’t mind when he only had a few words to say either. It felt easy. He hadn’t been on many first dates but he knew that none of them had him feeling this way afterwards… Not that this was a first date. Right?

Wonwoo: Hey Wonwoo: Are you free tomorrow? We can meet again if you want.

Tomorrow?  Wonwoo had sent the message before he could think too hard about it. He shoved his phone under his pillow and walked out to the kitchen of his apartment. He grabbed a glass of water and leaned against the island, running a hand down his face. He took a sip and began to pace back and forth.

Like a phone toss when it’s risky but you hit send.

He ran to his desk, momentarily forgetting about the phone, and wrote down the line. And another one. And another one. Until finally, he had a song. He took a deep breath before reaching under his pillow for his phone.

Coffee Addict (psych): I’m not busy :) where do you want to meet?

He thought for a second before an idea popped into his head.

Wonwoo: You know the music studies building? Meet me on the basement floor.

And so the next day he found himself sitting on the floor across from you in a cramped practice room with his hands clasped on his lap. He’s not really sure what had come over him last night after asking you to meet him, but he can’t say he regretted inviting you either. In fact, he woke up bright and early, feeling that flutter again as he thought of seeing you.

“This is cozy,” you joked as you looked around. The room really was cramped, and with a standing piano against one wall of the room, it made it feel even smaller. He wasn’t used to sharing this space with other people, but he didn��t really mind sharing it with you.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Sorry it’s cramped, I know,” he acknowledged. “I just… I wanted to show you something.”

“Oh?” you asked. “What is it?”

Wonwoo looked up at the piano before standing up and offering his hand out to you. A buzz in his fingertips. A flutter in his stomach. He sat down on the piano bench and patted the space beside him to his right. The bench was wide enough to fit both of you, but Wonwoo didn’t miss the feeling of your leg pressed against his. Before he could overthink himself into a panic, he stretched his fingers over the keys and began to play.

“It’s the anticipation when the amps turn on Just cables and crackle. It’s the first flicker of the neon sign It’s the words stuck in your Adam’s apple.”

He glanced over at you before continuing on to the next verse. Your hands fidgeted in your lap, but you watched as his fingers moved across the keys.

“It’s a bumblebee on a blossom The first coffee shop run in autumn.”

You looked up at him, eyes wide as you recognized your own words.

“The song’s about to start, can you hear it? The door’s about to open, can you feel it? The flower’s about to fruit, can you see it? I’m about to fall for you.”

A buzz. A flutter. He knew what this was.

“About to fall for you.”

A/N: a fun fact about this chapter: Chan knows everyone's favorite drinks. It sounds sweet, but he learned it's an easy way to get on their good sides when he's late for practice.

Also I gave myself butterflies when writing this chapter hehe

[xinganhao]

📺 now watching: "our beloved summer" (wonwoo x reader)

part of my svtflix milestone event. warnings: f!reader, angst. more content under the cut. enjoy watching!

jeon wonwoo's latest exhibit, ‘our beloved summer’.

ARTIST'S INTRODUCTION. They say, "The more you try to ignore the past, the more you become trapped in it." Inasmuch as I want to believe that might be untrue, there are days where I still feel like the boy from Changwon. This exhibit is my attempt to reckon with that. While the past can be good, can be bad, sometimes all we need is one beloved summer— and, if you're lucky, the residual joy of that time will last you a lifetime. This is that year from me. | © Jeon Wonwoo (2024)

WHERE DO WE GO WHEN WE YEARN? (2016) Changwon, Gyeongsangnam-do

ARTIST'S NOTE. Yearning— especially that of the high school puppy love variation— can be such a liberating feeling. It exists in the shadows, just enough to sustain you through the tedious days, the long hours. But to bring it to light, to see what that yearning looks like in the morning? How do we survive it? How do we see beyond it?

HERE, YOU MIGHT STILL LOVE ME (2023) Changwon, Gyeongsangnam-do

ARTIST'S NOTE. You never really know when the last time is going to be the last time. This is the bus stop where the world closed in on me. I can still tell you the plate number of the bus that eventually took you away. 21 경남 1713. I revisited this bus stop and felt like something had been frozen in time. Here, you once loved me. Here, you might still.

HATE TO SEE YOU GO/LOVE TO WATCH YOU LEAVE (2015) Changwon, Gyeongsangnam-do

ARTIST'S NOTE. You always were several steps ahead of me. You leave me with my hand outstretched, my fingers reaching,— never quite holding. Never keeping. It was that way when we first met. It's that way, even now.

HOMEBOUND (2020) Changwon, Gyeongsangnam-do

ARTIST'S NOTE. There are no colors in this picture, but I'm sure you can imagine it. The brick red walls. The grey asphalt. The sky— an endless blue, cut with strips of white. When I pass this neighborhood, I think of afternoons; the sun beginning to sink, the scratch of school shoes on the street. We survived another day. We can only hope to walk into the next one.

THE LAST GOOD THING (2022) Seoul, Gyeonggi-do

ARTIST'S NOTE. A memento. The only thing I could bear to keep. It's been around enough that I sometimes forget it's even there, and maybe that's why it survived my 'purge'. Something so inherently human about us holding on to sweet nothings, even if the only purpose they have left to serve is to remind.

GOING IN CIRCLES (BACK IN OUR PLACES) (2024) Seoul, Gyeonggi-do

ARTIST'S NOTE. Often, we like to play around with the thought "What would you do if you could turn back time?" If you asked me that some years ago, I might have given a lot of answers about being better, 'changing' things. Now, though, there's only one thing I can think of doing if I were in control of the hands of the clock. I think I would just want to spend one more day, one more minute, with you.

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ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHER. Born and raised in Changwon, South Gyeongsang, Jeon Wonwoo (전원우) draws inspiration from the rich art heritage of his hometown. He experiments with different mediums but is best known for his work with film and landscape photography. Wonwoo currently resides in Seoul. You can reach him at jeonwwoosnaps@gmail.com.

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[wonzzu]

comforting - j. wonwoo

genre: fluff

warnings: none !!

word count: 1.0k

note: first fic! yaaaayy!! something very simple and fluffy as a starter on here, hope you enjoy :)

opposites may attract in many cases– not yours though. you and wonwoo may as well have been 2 peas from the same pod. two people who enjoy sitting in your own silence, simply enjoying each other's presence existing in the same space with the occasional sound of keyboard clicks or the sound of sheets shifting from you changing positions in bed on your phone, laughing at silly videos. whenever these days, where he can relax at home with you for just a moment in time, happen, being together like this is enough for you both.

today, wonwoo slides off his shoes, using one foot to hold his shoe down to slip his foot out, and sets his glasses down on the table and rubs circles into his eyes. feeling that itch in the base of his throat from recording pieces for the group’s new song, and the aching feeling in his shoulders, the soreness blooming as he shimmies off and hangs his coat onto the hanger by the front door.

padding his way across the hall, he hears small giggles from behind the bedroom door, smiling at the cute noise. while he may be exhausted, wonwoo will never be tired of you.

you wave at him when he walks in and take in just how deflated he looks– shoulders hunched, and his eyes struggling to stay open. his exhaustion is nestled deep in his bones; every step even slower than the next and his head feeling much like a bowling ball. he places a knee onto the soft duvet, and drags himself over to you, settling his head into the crook of your neck and enveloping your waist with his arms. even after a tough day, he will always find comfort in you.

he places a soft, but firm, kiss against your shoulder. wonwoo turns his neck slightly to open an eye and look up at you, “hi, baby.”

“you tired?” you hear the drowsiness in his voice, and he makes a noise of agreement– something resembling an “mmm” –and a small nod of his head against your warm skin.

“you look beat, nonu.” you giggle as you click your phone off and place your arms around him, sliding your hands up and down the large expanse of back in an attempt to soothe him. you work your fingers deftly into the taut muscles underneath his skin. his body slowly sinks deeper into your own, the tense muscles in his back relaxing and a long exhale comes through his nose.

“do you want anything.. food maybe? i could order in some takeout, or maybe even water..”

“ ‘s okay…. this is helping..” you feel as his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist, his not-so-subtle attempt at communicating that you leaving him was the last thing he needed at the moment.

with a huff of air and a curl of your lips, you resign and stay in your spot seated against the headboard.

this was nice– his nose breathing in your scent, and your skin warming his own up from the cold winter air outside. he feels your stomach expand and deflate with every deep breath you take in and expel, and the small circles you were drawing in the space between his shoulder and neck with your thumb.

you smelled of dryer sheets and sugar, every other breath being a little longer than the last one– relishing in the scent that was you, and the exhaled air lasting a second longer. the air blows over your collarbone and tickles you a bit.

“did you do anything today, hon? i remember you telling me it was your day off.” his voice was rather muffled, with his mouth pressed against your shoulder but you understood. “not much.. i went to the specialty shop to look at the set of bowls i showed you online yesterday though, they were so cute! i bought a set and left it in the kitchen, you can see them tomorrow morning..” your love for cute dinnerware was endearing. seeing you squeal whenever you see a mug with cats on it in a store that you just had to show him before you switch aisles, or a set of plates that you think are uniquely beautiful and believe are extremely necessary for the house made his heart grow more fond of you.

“mm… i don’t remember it off the top of my head.. m’ sorry. i would get up so you could show me but i’m comfortable right now.” you feel the way his lips curl into a smile against your shoulder as he spoke. “you’re so warm…” he works his head further into your shoulder and a content sigh leaves his mouth. his behavior is almost cat-like, making you huff air through your nose and chuckle at him.

“it’s okay, you look worn out. you worked hard today nonu, you deserve the rest.” your hand made its way up his back and into his fluffy waves. toying with the strands and massaging the base of his neck, working on the kinks and knots in his shoulders.

“thank you hon.. can, can we stay like this? you feel very comfortable right now..” wonwoo knows it might be a little selfish of him, maybe his head is causing your shoulder to become uncomfortable or your leg might be falling asleep underneath his weight, but he hopes you would indulge him in his moment of self-perceived selfishness and exhaustion.

“we can, as long as you need to, baby..” you know how self-sufficient he is– not asking for help often believing he may be bothersome or imposing. or maybe it’s simply him believing he can do it all himself, but wonwoo asking you to do something so simple for him for the sake of his own comfort is a welcome gesture. he’s the type to offer himself to assist, but never one to expect the same kindness back. even if you asked him to carry the entire weight of his world on your shoulders and more, you would gladly do it and more for him. just for him to know a moment of peace in his haphazardness– and he would more than willingly do the same just for you.

[wonupatootie]

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“A Winter Interlude” by @wondernus

Romance, coworkers to lovers, drama, light angst || W.C: 11.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･maybe this is meant to be an interlude – an unforeseen passing moment in each other’s timelines. but with the stroke of a conductor’s baton, the symphony lands on the fermata hovering above the note. do we allow this interlude to become something longer than a short period in our lives, or do we end it after all of it is over?

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“I Found Love in Your Smile” by @wonlouvre

[Series] || Modern royalty au, arranged marriage, fluff, angst || Parts: 10 (+epilogue) || Status: Completed

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“Daylight” by @moonscriptsx

Fem!reader || Coworkers to friends to lovers, slowburn, fluff, smut || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: 27.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Between the endless flirty banter or secret looks of longing, the line between you and your boss had always been slightly blurred. But when a night out with friends has you and your boss meeting for the first time outside of the workplace, that line starts to become nonexistent as mutual feelings are brought to light.

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“Right Where You Left Me” by @tonicandjins

Exes to lovers, smut || W.C: 8.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which wonwoo leaves and takes your heart with him. three years later, you're in another city, but tragically, right where he left you.

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“Catnaps” by @wheeboo

Gn!reader || High school au, classmates to lovers, fluff, angst, humour || W.C: 8.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you volunteer at the local cat shelter with your crush.

⤷“Catnaps (with you)” (Part 2 of Catnaps)

Gn!reader || college au, est.relationship, slice of life, fluff, hurt/comfort, humour || W.C: 10.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in which you revisit the cat shelter with wonwoo during autumn break.

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“Overset” by @drunk-on-dk

Sci-fi au, fluff, angst, smut || W.C: 9.4k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Increasingly becoming cognizant of the worlds surrounding him, W0NW00, an AI so carefully wired and generated with the purest intentions even has the potential to become jaded. How can such a consumeristic world be so cruel when all he once knew was the joys of 53V3NT33N? This new understanding makes him unfamiliar to fans; his creator sending him to you, a trusted developer of LEVEL 1 robots, in hopes that you can reverse the sudden changes in W0NW00’s conscious. Are you part of the system W0NW00 is learning to become adverse to? Or will your presence help remind him of the world he once only had knowledge of?

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“Closer” by @hannieehaee

Afab!reader || Friends to lovers, smut || W.C: 12.9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･after making it all the way to your final year of uni still having not experienced a single orgasm, you decided to take matters into your hands. your solution? asking your best friend wonwoo to teach you all he knew.

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“April Shower” by @sluttywoozi

Fem!reader || Romance, meet cute, love at first sight, smut || W.C: 12k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Wonwoo meets a lot of people through his career as a travel photographer. Not one of them has ever made him want to stay in one place, until he met you.

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“The Shattered Camera” by @puppetwritings

[Series] || Fem!reader || paparazzi x celebrity au, comedy, fluff, angst || Parts: 11 || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Wonwoo already had enough on his plate as it is—proving his parents wrong, making a living, fighting his just conscience—and with you in the picture, nothing could possibly go more wrong. Or could you be his ticket to the good life that he wanted?

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“Amour-Haine & Co.” by @wonwoosthetic

[Series] || Fem!reader || Office au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst || Parts: 18(as of now) || Current W.C: 166.3k || Status: Incomplete

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Six years. Six long years have you been working side-by-side with your father. Balancing studying at university while playing his right hand throughout it all without ever complaining about how hard it was, but rather always putting 200% into everything you did. You helped him grow the company to where it now was. And now, after the many ups and downs you have shared, he retires only to let the company get bought by some young wannabe Jeff Bezos, who thinks money and looks is everything he needs to get him through life. If someone thought you’d just let this pass and work as Jeon Wonwoo’s side chick… they would be wrong. So, let the games begin.

Please let me know if the links have any problems~

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jeon wonwoo × leitora contagem de palavras: 5275

angst, wonwoo é um fdp no começo, falha de comunicação, menções a traições e por aí vai... (atenção: a fic é meio corridinha, mas tem um motivo!)

"5 anos juntos. 5 anos juntos e Wonwoo não era mais o mesmo. Não haviam mais risadas, abraços demorados, beijinhos com juras de amor...nada disso existia. Um casamento longe de acontecer e um término batendo na porta. Teria como salvar algo que já foi perdido?"

Tinha 23 anos quando conheceu Wonwoo.

Wonwoo te prometeu o mundo e prometeu se dedicar a você até o último dia de sua vida na frente de seus pais. Ele te levava em restaurantes diferentes todas as semanas, mesmo que com a agenda lotada. Te levava e buscava nas aulas de dança. Encontros em cinemas eram necessários mesmo que o filme fosse péssimo, apenas pelo fato de estar com você em uma sala escurinha e poder te abraçar o quanto quisesse. E mesmo com apenas 25 anos, Wonwoo já falava de casamento e uma vida inteirinha ao seu lado.

Então o que tinha acontecido?

Nada de beijos ao chegar em casa após um dia longo de trabalho, nada de filmes péssimos em cinemas, nada de encontros semanais e nem mesmo momentos íntimos, ele até mesmo havia comprado um sofá cama para seu escritório/ sala de jogos que ficava em casa. Você até mesmo tinha parado de dançar para ver se era motivo desse afastamento, mas não. Wonwoo de 30 anos era completamente diferente.

O relacionamento havia caído na rotina, mas por que não na rotina que tinham antes?

Enfrentaram tanta coisa juntos, passaram por perdas, conquistaram uma casa e agora estavam com um término porta? Isso não fazia sentido na sua cabeça. Não conseguia entender onde seu Wonwoo havia ido.

5 anos iriam embora assim?

Saiu de seus pensamentos assim que ouviu a porta do apartamento abrir. Sem muito se importar, por saber quem era, continuou com fazendo a janta.

"Cheguei." A voz de Wonwoo se fez presente. Você apenas concordou com um barulho, como sempre fazia, achando que o homem mais uma vez iria direto para seu escritório, se surpreendendo quando viu o mesmo se aproximar de você na cozinha. "Tá fazendo o que?"

"Lasanha."

"Certo. Vou trocar de roupa e volto pra gente comer." E ele saiu do cômodo.

Wonwoo queria comer junto? Na mesa? Não faziam isso há meses. Não queria, mas sentiu um pico de felicidade pelo seu corpo, finalmente iriam conversar? Ajeitar as coisas e finalmente viverem como antes?

Com um sorriso no rosto, você tirou a lasanha do forno, a colocando em um descanso de madeira sobre a mesa de jantar. Pegou um vinho, o favorito de vocês dois e o colocou ao lado do prato principal, junto de duas taças. Arrumou a mesa da mesma forma que sempre arrumava na ""era de ouro" de seu relacionamento.

Estava ansiosa, sentia que teria seu Wonwoo de volta.

Escutou os passos dele sobre o piso e ajeitou os últimos detalhes, o vendo se sentar poucos segundos depois.

O cabelo grandinho estava levemente bagunçado, os óculos clássicos repousavam na ponta do nariz, a camisa branca e a calça de moletom completavam o estilo confortável de Wonwoo.

"O cheiro está ótimo!" Ele disse dando um sorriso. Que saudade que sentia daquilo.

"Fico feliz. Quer que eu te sirva?" Se preparou para pegar a espátula, sendo travada por Wonwoo.

"Não precisa, eu sirvo nós dois."

Sorriu e se sentou, vendo Wonwoo te servir e depois se servir, fez o mesmo com o vinho e começaram a comer. Mesmo que se sentisse feliz por estar com ele na mesa, um pontada em seu coração te fez começar a pensar longe.

Por que ele estava fazendo isso?

Por que tão de repente? Ele queria conversar sobre algo? Será que...

"A gente pode conversar?"

Não, por favor...

"Claro." Disse ao contrário dos seus pensamentos.

Wonwoo deixou o garfo sobre a mesa e deu um último gole no vinho. Juntou as mãos sobre a mesa e respirou fundo.

"Vamos terminar."

"E por que?" Aquilo saiu mais rápido do que seus pensamentos, na verdade, não pensava em nada. Só doía. Doía muito.

"Você sabe muito bem o por quê,___."

Deixou seu garfo de lado e respirou fundo, controlando o choro preso em sua garganta.

"Você pode pelo menos me explicar, Wonwoo?"

"Olha..." Wonwoo tirou o óculos e coçou o pescoço. "Eu venho pensando nisso tem alguns meses e sabe...nossa relação não é mais a mesma, não tem graça e..."

"Não tem graça, né?" Riu, desacreditada. Onde haviam chegado? "E por que ficou sem graça, Wonwoo? Por que não é mais a mesma? Pelo o que eu sei, você simplesmente mudou da noite pro dia." Já não controlava, seu choro e muito menos seu tom de voz. "Eu fiquei desinteressante? Deixei de ser atraente o suficiente pra você?"

"___, não é isso..."

"Então me explica a verdade, por favor. Eu só quero entender." Viu ele ficar quieto e olhar para o colo...espera...não podia ser aquilo. "Você me traiu?"

"Não, não é isso, eu juro. Eu nunca faria isso e você sabe. É só..." Wonwoo se explicou, passando as mãos pelos fios, os bagunçando ainda mais. "É que..."

"É que o que Wonwoo?"

"Eu conheci alguém."

Respirou fundo, se encostou na cadeira e começo a rir, simplesmente rir. Não acreditava.

"Conheceu alguém?" Perguntou para ele, o vendo te olhar assustado.

"Sim. Ela é do meu trabalho." Explicou. "Eu comecei a me sentir atraído por ela e..."

"Cala a boca, só cala a boca." Não aguentava mais escutar a voz de Wonwoo. Apenas ajeitou sua roupa e levantou da mesa, se apoiando na cadeira que estava sentada. "Eu jurei que essa seria uma conversa boa, que finalmente eu entenderia o porque de tudo isso e melhoraríamos nossa relação..." Respirou, controlando o choro. "...que eu teria o meu Wonwoo de volta, o meu Woo que sempre fez de tudo por mim e pela nossa relação."

"Mas eu..."

"CALA A BOCA" Gritou, realmente não se importava com o horário e possíveis xingamentos dos vizinhos. "Eu fiquei 5 anos nisso pra acabar dessa forma? Não acha mais graça e conheceu uma outra pessoa?" Falava sozinha no momento, não conseguia olhar para Wonwoo.

"Me desculpa, mas vai ser o melhor pra nossa relação."

"O melhor? A última coisa que eu queria era terminar e...quer saber?" Cansou de falar. "Já que a casa é sua e eu só ajudei com algumas coisas, fica com ela, eu vou embora."

Tentou andar até o quarto que era seu até o momento, mas antes foi pensado para hóspedes, mas foi parada no meio do caminho pelo mesmo segurando seu braço.

"Amanhã você vai, tá tarde..."

Fala sério...

"Não banca o preocupado, Wonwoo." Soltou o braço do dele, finalmente indo até seu quarto e arrumando suas coisas.

Não queria aceitar, doía, doía e doía. Mas o que podia fazer? Já não tinha graça, era desinteressante...

Pelo menos tinha para onde ir.

"Então foi assim? Outra? Já? Essa cara é um merda."

Jihyo era sua amiga de infância, contava com ela em momentos como esse e era ela que procurava quando mais precisava de um abrigo.

"Eu só..." Fungou, limpando as lágrimas com a manga do casaco que usava. "Eu não entendo, Ji...tava tudo indo bem, do nada ele ficou seco e boom, acabou."

"Que ele se foda muito na vida dele, viu? Te prometeu Deus e o mundo, falou de casamento e ainda foi no seu pai pedir permissão pra te namorar. Que homem merda. Ai ai ai rotina ai ai ai sem graça, sem graça meu saco filho da pu--"

"Jihyo" Interrompeu sua amiga.

"Ai amiga, pelo amor, que ódio. Não chora por ele." Jihyo te abraçou e deixou um beijinho em sua cabeça. "Quer pedir uma pizza? Uma coquinha bem geladinha?"

Ela sabia como te animar.

Os próximos dias foram difíceis.

Acordava achando que tudo aquilo era uma grande mentira, mas era a verdade. As costas doíam por não dormir na cama que estava acostumada, batia da parede diversas vezes por errar caminhos na casa de sua amiga.

Era tudo estranho. Era um mês estranho.

Não conversava com Wonwoo desde então, na verdade, apenas uma mensagem foi trocada entre vocês.

"Pego minhas coisas assim que puder"

"Ok"

Era só isso, nada mais.

Não entendia como tudo havia mudado tão rápido em tão pouco tempo. O que aconteceu?

No momento, a papelada a sua frente e diversas planilhas abertas no computador estavam te deixando maluca. Não conseguia assimilar mais nenhuma palavra ou conectar nenhuma letra na outra, estava confusa. Deitou a cabeça em seus braços sobre a mesa, só queria paz por alguns segundos.

"Toc, toc, toc." Escutou a voz de Joshua vindo da mesa do lado da sua. Levantou sua cabeça, direcionando o olhar ao dele, vendo seu sorriso rotineiro estampado no rosto. "Dia difícil?"

"Mês difícil." Respondeu, tentando se endireitar cadeira e esticar as costas. "Não tenho tido uma única noite tranquila de sono."

"Gostaria de compartilhar? Dizem que um amigo ajuda demais nesses momentos."

Para falar a verdade, você e Joshua não tinham uma relação de melhores amigos, mas conversavam diariamente, mas nada impedia dele ser uma das pessoas, se não a, mais educadas que você já conheceu em sua vida.

"Que horas é seu intervalo?" Perguntou.

"Daqui a 10 minutos, mas posso ir junto de você se preferir." Sorriu mais uma vez.

"Então, vamos."

Joshua era do setor de marketing de sua empresa, o mesmo que o seu. Nasceu nos Estados Unidos e se mudou para sua cidade com 18 anos, no início da vida. Era 4 anos mais velho que você, tanto de idade, quanto na empresa, mas não levava isso como um fator de superioridade. Te tratava como se estivesse com o mesmo tempo de empresa que você.

"Pera, deixa eu ver se eu entendi..." Joshua terminou de mastigar o pedaço da carne que havia escolhido no buffet, engolindo e olhando para você logo após. "Você namorou com esse cara por 5 anos, moravam juntos, começaram a se distanciar do nada e ele pediu pra terminar por que está "conhecendo" outra pessoa?" Você concordou, rindo depois de escutar o quão patética aquela situação soava. "Definitivamente esse cara não te merece. Que ridículo." Joshua fincou outro pedaço de carne com o garfo, o levando até a boca.

"E tipo, ele nem se quer deu uma explicação do por que a relação ficou sem graça ou por que ele se afastou do nada." Deu sua última garfada de comida e deixou o garfo de lado.

"Ele falava em casamento?" Joshua perguntou.

"Sim." Respondeu depois de engolir. "Mas só até o começo desse afastamento dele."

Joshua balançou a cabeça, mostrando que entendia a situação.

"Talvez ele não se via casado mais e percebeu algo que ele não gostava nessa situação, como um medo de algo mais sério do que um namoro, esse algo sendo de fato, o casamento." Joshua cruzou os braços sobre o peitoral e respirou fundo. "Muitos homens são assim. Muitos homens tem medo do compromisso."

"Você tem?"

"Meu sonho é casar. Essa é uma resposta boa o suficiente para você?" Joshua respondeu com um sorriso no rosto, se levantando e ajeitando a cadeira, olhando para o relógio em seguida. "Temos que voltar, nosso horário já está acabando."

Concordando, você se levantou, pegando sua bolsa e ajeitando sua cadeira. Andou junto de Joshua até o caixa do local, procurando sua carteira na bolsa enquanto estavam na fila, dando sorte de achar o objeto assim que ficaram frente a frente com a atendente.

"Boa tarde, suas comandas, por favor." Cumprimentaram a atendente de volta, entregando as fichinhas com os valores de cada prato. "O valor total está na tela! Qual a forma de pagamento?"

"Débito" Joshua falou.

"Crédito" Você falou.

Se entre olharam e riram, começando ali uma mini disputa de quem iria pagar.

"Pode passar aqui, por favor." Joshua falou, colocando o cartão na frente do seu.

"Não, moça. Passa no meu. Deixa que eu pago, Joshua."

"Moça, aproximação débito." Joshua deu o ultimato, aproximando de uma só vez e pagando o almoço de vocês. "Obrigada e bom serviço." Agradeceu a atendente e saiu da fila, fez o mesmo e seguiu o rapaz.

"Joshua, eu que deveria pagar."

"Mas eu quem te convidei pra almoçar aqui, nada mais justo do que eu pagar." Joshua ria enquanto falava.

Caminhavam de volta para a sede de sua empresa.

"Mas aí eu fico em débito com você, cara..."

"Vamos sair depois, então." Parou em frente a entrada do local, aproximando o cartão do leitor, abrindo a porta para vocês dois. "Aí você pode pagar algo." Concordou rindo, seguindo junto do rapaz, voltando para seu escritório.

Agora era hora do round 2.

Esticando suas costas e percebendo a ausência dos outros funcionários do seu setor, finalmente se deu conta do horário. Já era tarde. Juntou seus pertences e desligou as luzes do local, indo até o elevador da empresa, dando por encerrado mais um dia.

Um ping em seu celular chamou sua atenção, te tirando se sua bolha de pensamentos.

Era ele.

"Chegou uma encomenda sua aqui em casa."

"Posso ir buscar? Aproveito e pego mais algumas coisas minhas."

"Claro."

Respirou fundo e viu as portas do elevador abrirem, saiu do cubículo e saiu em direção a entrada, se xingando mentalmente por não ter um carro em momentos como esse.

"Pra que um carro, princesa. Seu Wonwoo vai ser seu motorista particular pra sempre."

Por que lembrou disso? Patético.

Enquanto esperava um ônibus no ponto, foi surpreendida por um carro parando em sua frente.

"Quer uma carona?"

"Joshua? Ainda não foi pra casa?"

"Eu moro aqui perto e esqueci uma coisa no escritório, ia voltar pra buscar e acabei vendo você aqui. Quer alguma ajuda?"

"Eu vou pro caminho oposto, mas obrigada por oferecer." Se aproximou da janela dele.

"Não tem problema, entra aí." Joshua abriu a porta por dentro mesmo, tirando a bolsa dele do banco carona e limpando o local. "Fica a vontade."

Mesmo com vergonha de aceitar e fazê-lo dar uma volta imensa na cidade, você entrou no carro e fechou a porta, se acomodando logo após de por o cinto de segurança.

O fato de ter namorado Wonwoo por 5 anos e ter algo com o mesmo por uns 6 anos te afastou de relações amorosas e coisas do tipo com outros homens, obviamente, mas o fato de estar no carro de Joshua e se sentir estranhamente bem, era reconfortante.

Joshua era reconfortante. O cheirinho gostoso do perfume dele misturado com o aromatizador do carro ajudavam nisso.

"Para onde vamos?" Joshua perguntou.

"Sabe aquele prédio enorme do lado de uma academia de três andares depois da rotatória?"

"Você mora ali?"

"Morava."

"Ah sim." Joshua captou rápido. "Sorte sua que a mala do meu carro é grande, né?" Riu baixinho, tentando amenizar o clima.

"É..." Suspirou. "Mas é uma encomenda, algumas roupas e coisinhas pequenas, não vou abusar da sua boa vontade."

Joshua concordou e seguiu caminho. Sabia que você não havia forças para falar, não queria falar e muito menos conversar. Ele entendia isso.

"Chegamos." Joshua estacionou o carro e tirou o cinto, vendo você hesitar em fazer o mesmo. "Quer que eu suba com você?"

"Não precisa." Sorriu para o mais velho, vendo ele fazer o mesmo. "Eu não vou demorar. Te aviso quando descer com as caixas."

Joshua concordou e abriu a porta por dentro do carro, vendo você sair.

O porteiro te reconheceu em menos de um segundo e abriu um sorriso, cumprimentando você e abrindo a porta, te deixando entrar. Aquilo era estranho, entrar ali era estranho, respirar aquele ar era estranho. Não sentia mais conforto em estar ali, sentia dor.

Apertou o botão que dava até o seu-- até o andar de Wonwoo. Saiu do elevador e fez o caminho que foi acostumada a fazer por quase 3 anos morando com ele. Chegou até a porta e suspirou, contando até 10 para apertar a campainha.

Após escutar um "já vai", demorou apenas alguns minutos até que a porta se abrisse por completo.

Ele já estava diferente. O cabelo longo havia sido cortado em um bem baixinho, quase rapado nas laterais. Ao invés de moletons para ficar em casa, Wonwoo vestia uma calça jeans e uma blusa polo. E o óculos rotineiro, ele não existia mais, pelo tempo que ficaram se encarando, percebeu a existência de lentes nos olhos dele.

"Boa noite."

"Boa noite." Respondeu. "Eu só vim buscar as coisas, desculpa pelo horário."

"Tudo bem." Te deu espaço para entrar na casa. Ela também já estava diferente. "As caixas estão no quarto de visitas, se quiser ajuda é só..."

"Na verdade..." O que estava fazendo? Iria mesmo falar de... "Eu vim com um amigo. Ele pode subir para me ajudar?"

Queria ver a reação de Wonwoo. Queria ver ciúmes em seu olhar, raiva em suas ações ou até mesmo possessividade, mas nada disso aconteceu. Apenas um concordar de cabeça e uma expressão tranquila foram demonstrados. Aquilo estava te matando.

Pegou o celular no bolso e ligou para Joshua, avisando que o mesmo podia subir e dando as devidas instruções. Liberou a entrada do mesmo na portaria e seguiu para o quarto de visitas, abrindo a porta e notando, literalmente, sua vida em caixas.

Respirou fundo, prendeu o cabelo e começou a separar o que era necessidade no momento. Algumas roupas para ficar na Jihyo, itens do trabalho e até mesmo decorações de casa que sua mão havia dado de presente. Wonwoo não fazia questão. Escutou o barulho da campainha soar e foi até a porta, olhando ao redor, não notando a presença de seu ex namorado e recebeu Joshua.

"Desculpa por ter que te fazer subir."

"Tranquilo, eu estava preparado para qualquer coisa mesmo." Joshua disse, levantando as mãos e as chacoalhando no ar. "Bora trabalhar."

Riu com ele e o guiou até o quarto. O mostrou a quantidade exorbitante de caixas e as que você já havia considerado importante de levar.

Enquanto arrumavam uma forma de empilhar uma na outra sem que caíssem, escutaram uma batida na porta, essa que estava aberta. Wonwoo estava lá, em pé, com uma caixa de papelão em mão. Era uma de suas coisas.

"A encomenda que eu falei." Wonwoo falava com você, mas o olhar era direcionado para Joshua.

"Ah sim." Se levantou do chão e pegou a caixa. "Obrigada por receber, ainda tenho que mudar o endereço de entrega dos meus aplicativos."

Se virou para Joshua e o viu meio aéreo. Resolveu apresentá-los, por que não?

"Joshua, esse é o Wonwoo. Wonwoo, esse é o Joshua." Não prolongou muito, vendo os dois apertarem as mãos e sorrirem um pro outro.

"Prazer em te conhecer." Wonwoo disse.

"É..." Joshua respondeu, um sorriso meio desgostoso para o rapaz. Segurou o riso, sabia o que Joshua pensava. "Então,___. Vamos continuar?" Se virou para você.

Queria terminar aquilo rápido, por isso concordou e voltou a trabalhar, deixando a encomenda de lado.

Wonwoo respirou fundo e se sentou no sofá. Você tinha saído faziam alguns minutos, ele deveria estar bem, feliz pelo menos, certo? Então por que se sentia angustiado? Por que sentia que algo estava agarrado em sua garganta?

Ele não sabia como agir e como falar em sua presença, era complicado demais. Por que havia acabado do jeito que acabou?

Wonwoo, foi o melhor para vocês. Pensa assim.

"Amor?" Wonwoo escutou a porta se abrir e uma voz soar pela mesma, o tirando de seus pensamentos.

"Oi."

"Que foi, tá desanimado..." Minju olhava para ele enquanto se aproximava, sacolas e mais sacolas estavam penduradas em seus braços.

"Nada, eu só tô cansado, meu bem."

"Entendi, aquela menina veio pegar as coisas dela hoje, né?" Wonwoo levantou o olhar para a nova namorada.

"Como...?"

"O porteiro não sabe esconder nada." Minju deixou as sacolas no chão, pegando novamente algumas de marcas masculinas. "Mas enfim, comprei mais algumas roupinhas para você." Deu um de seus rotineiros sorrisos, balançando as sacolas para Wonwoo.

"Sério? Mas você já comprou tantas..." E com meu cartão...

"Que nada, amor. Eu disse pra você que refaríamos esse seu guarda roupa e estilo largado." Retirou algumas peças da sacola e mostrou para Wonwoo, que deu um sorrisinho de agradecimento. "Inclusive, eu chamei umas pessoinhas que trabalham pro meu pai e elas devem vir aqui amanhã!"

"Por que?" Wonwoo nem havia sido consultado.

"O quarto de visitas está vazio, não está?" Wonwoo concordou. "Você disse que queria fazer uma sala de jogos lá, certo? Separar do seu escritório e tals..."

"Sim, você conseguiu alguém que faça isso?"

"Melhor!" Minju se animou, colocando as roupas de volta nas sacolas e sentando ao lado de Wonwoo. "Vamos construir um escritório pra mim, o que acha?"

Wonwoo concordou, não queria, mas concordou.

Minju era linda. Minju era uma mulher de tirar o fôlego de qualquer pessoa por onde ela passava. E foi assim com Wonwoo...

Mas Minju tinha uma falha, e Wonwoo estava se crucificando em só perceber isso agora.

Minju não era você.

"Convidei algumas amigas minhas para um jantar aqui em casa, espero que não se importe." Minju colocou as sacolas roupas no sofá, ajeitando-as como se fossem troféus. "Achei que seria bom você conhecer pessoas novas, sabe? Você anda tão... quieto ultimamente."

Wonwoo apenas balançou a cabeça, forçando um sorriso que mal alcançava seus olhos. "Claro, sem problema."

Minju estava animada, tagarelando sobre os planos para a noite, mas tudo o que Wonwoo conseguia ouvir eram os ecos de risadas que ele já não tinha mais. Aquelas risadas que você fazia quando ele te fazia cócegas no sofá, quando assistiam a comédias ruins, ou quando simplesmente existiam juntos.

Enquanto Minju falava, ele se perdeu em pensamentos. O apartamento, agora cheio de cores e objetos que não eram seus, parecia cada vez menos com um lar e mais com um lugar onde ele estava apenas de passagem. Como as roupas novas que ela insistia em comprar: todas bonitas, todas caras, mas nenhuma que ele teria escolhido.

Nenhuma que ele se sentiria ele.

Você e Joshua seguiam para a casa de Jihyo com o carro cheio de caixas. O silêncio no carro era confortável, quase terapêutico. Joshua, com seu jeito leve e prático, respeitou sua necessidade de espaço, mas a cada curva e semáforo, lançou olhares rápidos, como se quisesse checar se você estava bem.

"Quer que eu ajude a levar as caixas até lá em cima?" Joshua perguntou, estacionando em frente ao prédio de Jihyo.

"Não precisa, a gente da conta. Já fez muito por mim." Você tentou sorrir, embora estivesse exausta emocionalmente.

"Se precisar de algo, qualquer coisa, sabe onde me encontrar." Joshua abriu a porta para você, um gesto simples que parecia um abraço em forma de atitude.

Você o agradeceu, pegando sua bolsa e saindo do carro, tirando as caixas com a ajuda do mesmo logo após. Enquanto ele se afastava, percebeu o quanto aquele pequeno gesto de gentileza te tocava. Não porque era algo grandioso, mas porque era sincero.

Subiu até o apartamento de Jihyo e bateu na porta, a vendo te xingar com o olhar.

"Demorou por que?"

"Vê se me erra, Ji" Disse exausta, deixando sua bolsa de lado e voltando para a porta. "Vem comigo, vamos subir caixas hoje, uhuull" Disse com uma falsa animação.

"Ai sério..." Jihyo te acompanhou. "Se o Wonwoo aparecer na minha frente, eu corto o pau dele fo--"

"Jihyo" A repreendeu.

"Tá bom, tá bom."

Essa seria uma longa noite...

Mais um mês. Mais um mês se foi e você estava melhor.

Agora já se sentia mais encaixada em uma nova rotina. Havia voltado a fazer dança contemporânea, algo que havia parado assim que começou a namorar Wonwoo, não por que ele pediu, e sim porque se entregou demais ao menino.

Você e Jihyo haviam estabelecido uma rotina nova dentro de casa, dividindo afazeres, compras e contas necessárias e suficientes para duas pessoas.

E com Joshua...Joshua é diferente. Ele estava ali desde o término e tem se mostrado como um amigo e até mesmo como um possível amante. Ele não tenta preencher o vazio que ficou desde o término, nem força a ideia de que você deve seguir em frente rápido. Ele apenas está ali, com aquele sorriso suave e uma paciência que às vezes te deixa desconfortável, porque você sabe que ele sente muito mais do que diz e aparenta. Ele queria te mostrar, sem te afobar, que queria ser alguém em sua vida.

Mas você tem medo. Medo de estragar algo bom porque ainda está presa no passado, medo de dar um passo adiante e descobrir que não está pronta pra se colocar de cabeça em algo incerto.

Por isso, com uma conversa amigável e bem resolvida, você e Joshua se resolveram. Decidiram não tentar nada e nem dar chances ao futuro, apenas deixar a amizade do jeito que está. Sem se prender a nada.

E também, por que Wonwoo ainda aparece em seu coração.

Por mais que você tente, o Wonwoo ainda tá ali, em tudo. Na sua cabeça, no seu coração. Mesmo depois de tudo, ele ainda é uma parte de você, de tantos momentos que marcaram sua vida, de tantas primeiras vezes e primeiros porquês. Você queria só conseguir esquecer, mas não funciona assim. Ainda dói.

Wonwoo tinha Minju. Havia descoberto isso através do Instagram. Hilário, né?

E por que você não conseguia seguir em frente?

Wonwoo conseguiu...

Você também conseguiria...certo?

Wonwoo, desde jovem, sempre colocou expectativas altíssimas sobre si mesmo, tanto na vida profissional quanto no relacionamento. Durante os primeiros anos com você, ele investiu intensamente em tudo porque acreditava que era isso que fazia um relacionamento "funcionar" e achava que esse nível de esforço era o padrão para a felicidade.

Mas com o passar do tempo, ele começou a se sentir sobrecarregado por essas mesmas expectativas que ele mesmo criou.

Ele tinha medo de fracassar como parceiro e inconscientemente, começou a se distanciar nos últimos meses, achando que, ao evitar essas preocupações, ele não teria que enfrentar a possível "decepção" de não ser mais o mesmo homem idealizado por você e até por ele mesmo.

A relação esfriou porque, ao invés de comunicar suas inseguranças, ele se calou, preferindo fugir do que lidar com o desconforto de ver as coisas mudarem, o que é natural. Mas por que ele não disse isso antes? Por que ele não conseguiu falar isso com clareza?

Quando conheceu Minju, o frescor de algo novo e sem preocupações lhe trouxe uma falsa sensação de alívio. Com ela, ele não tinha a pressão das promessas passadas, como casamento, um cinema com um filme péssimo, nem a obrigação de ser "perfeito". Porém, ele não percebeu que essa fuga era apenas uma distração dos seus medos. Wonwoo se percebeu um burro.

Wonwoo havia percebido que o problema não era o relacionamento em si, mas sua falta de entender que as coisas evoluem e que o amor pode existir na rotina e no imperfeito, que era o que ele mais temia.

Por isso, enquanto via Minju reclamar pela terceira vez da cor de seu esmalte que facilmente poderia ser retirado com uma acetona, Wonwoo só pensava em você e nas milhares de vezes em que você apenas roía sua unha quando ela te incomodava.

O que ele havia feito?

Por que ele havia te perdido?

Era nos pequenos detalhes do dia a dia que Wonwoo percebia o quanto você fazia falta e que foda-se se o relacionamento caiu na rotina, era aquilo que ele queria.

Você nunca se incomodou por ele utilizar as roupas de moletom, ter o cabelo grandinho ou até mesmo deixar os óculos na ponta do nariz diariamente. Afinal, você respeitava ele e o que ele queria. Minju não.

"...e ainda deixou borrar o cantinho, vê se pode? Eu pago caro e..."

"Minju." Wonwoo chamou a menina.

"...eu deveria mandar ela para a gerente dela, ainda manchou minha bolsa cara e..." Continuou. Wonwoo não aguentava mais escutar a voz dela.

"Minju." Falou com um tom mais alto e viu a menina parar de falar. "Já acabou?"

"O que..."

"Minju, olha só...você só sabe reclamar?" Wonwoo não queria soar grosso, mas cara...como sentia falta de sorrir ao seu lado até mesmo em brigas.

Ali, naquele momento, Wonwoo encerrou tudo o que tinha com Minju. Até mesmo seu armário repaginado extremamente caro, comprado por Minju com o dinheiro suado dele, as lentes que machucavam seus olhos e o cabelo perfeitamente alinhado.

Wonwoo precisava de você e havia percebido isso tarde demais.

Você ainda estaria lá?

Depois de anos fora dos palcos, você estava lá. Finalmente.

As luzes do teatro diminuíram gradualmente, deixando apenas um foco suave no centro do palco. Wonwoo sentiu seu coração acelerar quando viu você surgir no meio da escuridão, vestida de branco, como se fosse feita de luz. Não te via há meses.

Cada movimento seu era preciso, carregado de emoção e algo indescritível que parecia atravessar o espaço e atingi-lo diretamente.

Wonwoo sabia que você dançava antes de vocês namorarem e até havia pedido algumas palinhas no meio do caminho, mas isso...era completamente diferente.

A música, delicada e intensa, preenchia o silêncio enquanto você deslizava pelo palco, ora com força, ora com vulnerabilidade. Era como se você estivesse contando uma história que só ele conseguia entender. Uma história de encontros e desencontros, de amor e perda. Que de fato, entendeu no meio, que era sobre vocês.

Wonwoo tentou resistir, mas as lágrimas vieram, quentes e inevitáveis. Ele apertou os punhos no colo, sentindo uma pontada no peito que ele sabia muito bem o que era: saudade. Não apenas de você, da mulher que ele ama, mas do que vocês haviam sido juntos.

Quando a apresentação terminou, os aplausos ecoaram por todo o teatro. Ele se levantou junto com a plateia, aplaudindo com as mãos ainda trêmulas. Enquanto você fazia uma reverência discreta, seus olhos varreram a multidão, até pararem por um breve instante em Wonwoo.

Sabia que ele estaria lá.

Mais tarde, no saguão do teatro, ele te esperava, ainda com os olhos úmidos e o coração confuso. Você apareceu entre os outros dançarinos, com o rosto corado e o brilho do esforço ainda evidente. Quando seus olhares se encontraram, o mundo ao redor desapareceu.

"Você veio" Disse, num misto de surpresa e emoção.

"Eu não perderia isso por nada..." Respondeu ele, a voz rouca. "Você foi... incrível."

Você sorriu, aquele sorriso suave que ele conhecia tão bem, mas que agora parecia carregado de uma distância que ele não sabia se podia cruzar.

"Queria falar com você." Ele continuou, hesitante.

"Eu imaginei..." Você respondeu, ajeitando uma mecha do seu cabelo. "Vamos caminhar um pouco?"

Vocês saíram juntos para o terraço do teatro, o som abafado da cidade ao fundo. Nenhum dos dois falou de imediato. Havia um peso no ar, mas também algo bom, uma esperança.

"Ver você lá no palco..." Começou Wonwoo, escolhendo as palavras com cuidado. "Foi como assistir a um pedaço da nossa história. Não sei se você sentiu o mesmo."

Você olhou para ele, os olhos brilhando sob a luz de um dos postes do local. "Talvez tenha sido. Mas talvez seja hora de decidir o que fazer com ela. Você não acha?"

Ele assentiu lentamente, a garganta apertada.

"Desculpa, eu errei." admitiu, num sussurro. "Eu estava com medo de te magoar, de tornar tudo uma rotina péssima, sendo que..." Coçou a cabeça. "...ela era incrível do nosso jeitinho."

Você parou de caminhar, se virando para ele. Por um instante, ficaram ali, imóveis, encarando-se como se a próxima palavra pudesse mudar tudo. Seu coração errava as batidas, não sabia por os pensamentos em ordem, mas felizmente...estava preparada para aquilo.

"E então? O que a gente faz?" ele perguntou, quase sem fôlego.

Você deu um passo para frente, mas a resposta que ele esperava não veio. Apenas um sorriso pequeno.

"Acho que precisamos descobrir isso juntos, Wonwoo."

E assim, você saiu, o deixando em silêncio, sem saber ao certo onde aquilo os levaria, mas, ao invés de sufocá-lo, aquilo o confortou...

...o deu esperança.

Ele merecia uma segunda chance?

[justkpopjokes]

I'll Be Your Eyes || pt. 1

AU: paraplegic!Woozi + blind!Wonwoo (ambiguous relationship? written as platonic but could be ship*) Word Count: 2.1k A/N: Another old concept from JANUARY 2018 😭 *debating on making this a ship fic but ik that’s more for ao3 than tumblr LOL we’ll see. Would love some input if you read through the whole thing! DISCLAIMER: I am not paralyzed or (permanently/fully) blind, so there are def a lot of day-to-day hardships I’m unaware of; I’m sorry if I misrepresent either of these two disabilities!

Dedicated readers know the Grimm Brothers’ story of Rapunzel, a princess stuck in her tower, waiting to be rescued by her prince who eventually throws himself from the tower and is blinded by rose thorns that await him at the bottom. But what if Rapunzel was trapped in their weakened body and the prince was blind to begin with?

Before Jihoon met his prince, his entire world was a small room—his tower, so to speak.

It took one unfortunate car accident as a kid for both of Jihoon’s legs to become completely paralyzed. The crash was so bad that people were surprised he survived at all, let alone escape with only his legs lost. He may have survived, but Jihoon doesn’t feel like he’s living anymore.

Why would he? All he can do is sit in bed and do whatever he wants…given that it doesn’t require getting up. Anytime he needed to as a kid, someone—usually his dad—would carry him on their back. Nowadays, he has to struggle onto his deteriorating wheelchair and push himself along. He doesn’t have that many friends who live nearby who could help him out and his parents were usually working to help pay for his needs and college tuition.

But the worst problem of all is that it’s boring in bed! Sure, he doesn’t need to stay there all the time, but there were many stretches of his life spent in hospitals or recovering where he had nothing to do.

But maybe calling it “boring” is just a lack of motivation talking. So, to deal with this issue, Jihoon takes up music. He loves composing and writing songs and, man, he is good at it. He starts creating instrumentals from his bedroom and uploads them online, garnering a bit of attention—not enough to make a living, but it definitely cheers him up seeing people enjoy his creations.

But he can only spend so much time on his laptop or playing instruments before he gets tired of everything within arm’s reach.

What he truly longs for is the great outside. He only gets a sliver of the outside world and natural light through his window where, on sunny days with clear skies, birds pass by and he can try finding shapes in the clouds.

Thankfully, he has books. He has never been too fond of reading, especially since he has to read way too many textbooks while attending community college online. But recently, books have become his escape. Books can take him anywhere in the universe all while staying in one place. He slowly grows a habit of getting lost in them and hyperfixating, finishing so many books that he requests more from the disability support group that helps him.

His primary caretaker who visits him when his parents aren’t around, an older woman called Miss Nam, gives him her selection of recommendations from the library each week. He adores her for it.

One Sunday afternoon, he’s waiting for Miss Nam to stop by with some lunch and his weekly selection of library books.

“Jihoon!” She calls for him as she enters his family’s home. “I want you to meet someone.”

Jihoon furrows his brows as he hears Miss Nam. A guest? She never brings guests.

He can only stare when Miss Nam walks into his bedroom with a small stack of books and a tall boy around his age. The stranger walks in awkwardly, gripping Miss Nam’s arm.

“This is Wonwoo,” Miss Nam introduces, walking the young man up to the side of his bed. “He’s another person I help. I thought it would be nice to bring him out of the house today, so we’re just stopping by. Maybe you could read a story to him while I prep lunch for us all?”

When Jihoon looks at Wonwoo, the first thing he notices is how the new boy keeps looking around his room. He pays no attention to Jihoon, his gaze flitting around the room in what honestly feels like an invasion of privacy despite Jihoon having nothing to hide.

When Miss Nam sees this behaviour, she taps Wonwoo’s shoulder and he immediately turns his head forward to Jihoon’s bed. The tall boy waves timidly in Jihoon’s direction.

“Wonwoo’s blind,” Miss Nam explains before moving Wonwoo’s hand from her arm to the bed frame. “He has cataracts in his eyes.”

I guess that explains why he hasn’t looked me in the eyes and his look glazed over, Jihoon thinks. If he’s being completely honest, Wonwoo’s eyes look oddly pretty, even with the whitish film over them.

Jihoon sits still in bed as Miss Nam steps out into the kitchen to make lunch, leaving the door open. He doesn’t move, his eyes trained on Wonwoo. It’s like he’s trying to figure out if Wonwoo is really blind, even if there’s no doubt about it considering the cloudy whiteness of his mature cataracts.

“H…Hi,” Wonwoo mumbles, his head angled down towards his hand, which is still holding the headboard of Jihoon’s metal bed frame.

“…Hi,” Jihoon responds after a moment.

Wonwoo’s lips quirk up the teensiest bit from that one word.

“Miss Nam said you like reading books,” Wonwoo says, a gentle smile on his face.

“Yeah. Did you…want me to read one for you?”

Wonwoo nods his head. “Yes, please.”

Jihoon exhales, reaching for the first book on the stack Miss Nam set on his nightstand. It’s a Korean translation of Grimms' Fairy Tales. He turns the pages to the first story.

When Jihoon starts reading the book aloud, the awkward young man beside him seems to relax a little. Wonwoo is smiling as he listens to the words roll off Jihoon’s tongue like a waterfall.

By the time they have read through two stories, Wonwoo has moved onto the edge of the bed, shoes off and hugging his knees to his chest. Jihoon can’t see his entire face at this angle, but he can tell Wonwoo is smiling.

“Do you have other books?” Wonwoo asks between chapters.

“Yes, why?” Jihoon responds, closing Grimms' Fairy Tales for now.

“Do you have The Hobbit? We could read it and play some of the music from the movies.”

Jihoon only nods—and quickly realizes his error.

“Yes,” he answers aloud, “I have that book in here somewhere, but I can’t reach it from my bed.”

“Can I help?” Wonwoo asks, his head turned towards Jihoon.

Jihoon furrows his brows, doubting it.

Mere minutes later, he’s verbally guiding Wonwoo to his bookshelf right next to his bed. Wonwoo has his hand against the lines of books, slowly dragging his fingers across the line until Jihoon tells him to stop.

“There.”

At Jihoon’s word, Wonwoo’s hand slides up and tilts the book out of the shelf, cautiously feeling around to get back to the bed and hand the book to Jihoon.

Their fingers graze over each other as Wonwoo hands the book off, and Jihoon notices the other man flinch and gulp from shock. Jihoon chooses not to comment on it out of politeness.

Jihoon reaches for his phone, starting to play the soundtrack from The Hobbit. Wonwoo settles back on the edge of the bed, ready to listen again. He gets into a steady pace with the music and Wonwoo looks overjoyed at the words.

Jihoon stops after the first chapter, taking a break as the music continues.

“Can we read something else?” He asks Wonwoo.

“Why? Do you not like this book?” Wonwoo pouts a bit.

“No—I mean, I do like it, it’s just that I’ve read it so many times before… It gets kind of boring.”

“How is it boring? It’s amazing,” Wonwoo defends, though not in a combative way. “There are so many descriptive words, the scenery is so vast and big, from the mountains to Rivendell to Rohan… Middle Earth is so beautiful.”

Jihoon raises a brow at that. Wonwoo speaks as if Middle Earth from the book were a real place.

Wonwoo continues to describe what he can see in his mind; how he can smell, hear, and almost touch all the things Jihoon described while reading.

That’s when Jihoon realizes how life is for this young man. He can’t see with his eyes, but within his brain is a whole other world.

The two take a break from reading to eat the lunch Miss Nam cooked. She sits with them in Jihoon’s bedroom and they all eat together, still listening to the music playing.

Despite his earlier reluctance to continue the book, Jihoon reads one more chapter to Wonwoo before it’s time for Miss Nam to take him home.

He had made a new friend. A friend who could show him the world that he couldn’t go out to see for himself.

A few weeks pass after Wonwoo’s visit. Jihoon can’t stop thinking about him. He can’t bring himself to pick up The Hobbit again, yet he hasn’t moved it from his nightstand either. The book lies there, waiting to be read aloud.

He doesn’t ever say it to himself—not even in his mind—but he’s waiting for Wonwoo to come back so they can read it together.

But how? It didn’t seem like he left home often. Regardless, he’d have to ask Miss Nam to bring him, seeing as they hadn’t exchanged contact information. Somehow he’s embarrassed to ask her.

To compromise his nerves, he decides to text Miss Nam. It’s just a simple text asking for Wonwoo’s phone number, or if he even has one, but it feels so invasive somehow.

He waits for a response with his phone face-down on his lap, feeling like his whole body is paralyzed now and not just his legs.

A ping from his phone finally snaps him out of it. He quickly flips his screen over and sees that Miss Nam has texted him a phone number.

He inputs the number into his messaging app, hesitating before sending a first text.

Jihoon: Is this Wonwoo?

Jihoon lets his phone rest on his lap again. Why am I so nervous? Miss Nam wouldn’t give me the wrong number…damn it, I should’ve mentioned her in the text.

Before he can ruminate any longer, his phone pings again.

###-####: Yes. Are you Jihoon? Jihoon: Yeah I asked Ms Nam for ur number Wonwoo: Hi. I’m glad you did. Is there a specific reason?

Jihoon read the text a few times as he tried to think of a response. Would it sound desperate if he asked him to come over? He definitely shouldn’t say he missed him. It’s probably best if he doesn’t lead with either.

JH: Not particularly JH: Just felt like saying hi WW: Can I call you? It’s hard for me to text. I have to use speech-to-text.

Jihoon mentally face-palms at that. He face-palms in real life as well to scold himself for being so ignorant. Of course the blind man would prefer to call over text. Jihoon doesn’t even text a response, deciding to press call and hope he won’t fumble any other way.

“Hello?” He’s greeted by Wonwoo’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Hey,” Jihoon responds, his heart pounding for some reason.

“It’s nice hearing your voice again,” Wonwoo says. Jihoon can almost hear the smile in his voice.

“You too.”

Jihoon takes a breath, deciding to just go for it.

“I texted you because I was wondering if you’d like to read The Hobbit together again?” Jihoon suggests, his words coming out a little fast.

There’s silence for a moment and Jihoon can’t help but dread the answer, even if it ends up being a good one.

“Well, I can’t read it,” Wonwoo answers.

Jihoon mentally face-palms again. He could’ve worded that better.

“Sorry, I meant me reading it to you. If you’d like—would you like me to read—”

“I was joking,” Wonwoo interrupts, sounding amused. “I know what you meant. Yes, I’d like to hear you read.”

“Oh.”

Jihoon’s glad they’re on a phone call so Wonwoo can’t see how red his face is. Actually, he wouldn’t be able to see even if they were beside each other…

“We don’t need to put on music for today, I’ll just listen to your voice,” Wonwoo says, recognizing the silence on Jihoon’s end.

Jihoon responds with a simple “okay” before grabbing the book on his nightstand. He wipes the dust off of the cover before opening it to chapter three. He reads for a while, getting lost between the lines of words even though he has read them so many times.

When he reaches the end of the chapter, he checks his phone again to make sure the call hasn’t dropped.

“Wonwoo?” He says.

“Hm?” The other man answers.

“Just checking you’re still there.”

“I am. Just listening.”

“Should I keep reading?”

“Yes, please.”

So Jihoon keeps reading, a smile on his face as he speaks clearly into the phone and dives into a whole world with Wonwoo by his side.

[zeroseuniverse]

Case File: Maestro

|Choi Seungcheol|Yoon Jeonghan|Hong Jisoo|Wen Junhui|Kwon Soonyoung|Jeon Wonwoo|Lee Jihoon|Lee Seokmin|Kim Mingyu|Xu Minghao|Boo Seungkwan|Chwe Vernon|Lee Chan|

Choi Seungcheol:

The Change In You

Yoon Jeonghan:

Code Name Compromised

Hong Jisoo:

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Wen Junhui:

No Data Entered

Kwon Soonyoung:

Frisso

Jeon Wonwoo:

Oh What A Story

Lee Jihoon:

Under The Mistletoe

Lee Seokmin:

Sinful Urges

Kim Mingyu:

Homemade Christmas

Boo Seungkwan:

No Data Entered…

Chwe Vernon:

No Data Entered…

Lee Chan:

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[seungcheorry]

wonwoo's kiss tastes so sweet. the beer he just had with you got nothing on his lips, on the way its soft skin opens your own to slide his tongue into your mouth.

he holds your throat with a delicate touch, fingers coming up to your face while caressing your skin, thumb brushing away the tears that overflows from your eyes.

"please...", you whisper, eyes still closed.

"what?"

"don't leave me", you shake your head.

your cheeks are burning with your tears and your lips are hurting from being away from wonwoo's. the dim lights of the room don't let him see you as well as he wished, but he knows, from how you shake under his touch, that you're desperate right now.

still, wonwoo laughs.

"you must underestimate my love if you think i could ever leave you."

[pepperonidk]

i. i wish that you and i lived in the sims || to.you

↳ "... but instead we're both at some trashy halloween party downtown.''

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoox gn!Reader Summary: When your friend Chan invites (bribes) you to come watch his band play at a stupid frat party, you're surprised to see that Jeon Wonwoo from your social psychology class is the lead singer. Warnings: alcohol mentions, cursing Songs Mentioned: about last night - monsta x, sims - lauv

A/N: hehehehe I'm back for another Jeon Wonwoo autumn/winter rom-com. buckle in folks, this one was so cute to write. My last wonwoo series was for the bookworms, this one is for the keshi simps.

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“Chan, why the hell are you dragging us out to this party?” you complained to your friend as he threw himself down onto your sofa. He reached over to grab some candy from the bowl you had on your coffee table. You sent him a sharp glare and he swung his feet off the couch with a sheepish smile.

He simply shrugged in response to your question, the movement of his shoulders barely recognizable under the giant pumpkin costume he wore. “The band’s playing at some pre-Halloween party, Mingyu and Seungcheol told me to invite all my friends.”

A scoff came from the other side of the room, where Soonyoung, in his “sexy cowboy” costume, was leaning against the wall. “Do they know that you only have two of those?” You heard a laugh beside him as Chan glared at him.

“You’re here too, aren’t you?” Seungkwan raised an eyebrow at Soonyoung. “That makes four at least.” He put up each finger on one hand as he listed off everyone, besides Chan, present: himself, you, Soonyoung, and Hansol.

“I’m not his friend,” Hoshi rolled his eyes before looking away. “And Hansol is Seungcheol’s cousin, he doesn’t count. So yeah, smart-ass. Two friends.” He pointed at you and Seungkwan, who were dressed in matching pumpkin costumes with Chan. Hansol, who was dressed as three-hole-punch Jim from the Office, nodded in agreement. 

Soonyoung, to some extent, was right. He sat by Chan in the psychology class you two shared (often asking if the two of you could share your notes with him) and Hansol comes to the band’s shows all the time.

“Hey,” you pointed out. “The pumpkin costumes were not my idea. I wanted to be Pitbull.” You attempted to cross your arms over the orange felt encasing your body, to no avail.

“Not fair,” Seungkwan countered. “We’ve been matching pumpkins since the fourth grade.” 

“Why is Hansol exempt this year then?” You huffed.

“I told you guys I’d be a pumpkin on Halloween,” he shrugged. “It’s October 17th.”

You rolled your eyes. He had a point. And it was far too late for you to find a different costume now. Soonyoung scoffed at your playful bickering. “At least you’re a hot pumpkin,” he joked. You were used to Soonyoung’s flirtatious comments by now, but you never really took them too seriously. He didn’t either. He seemed like he only did it to get a rise out of Chan, who’d come to fill some sort of brotherly role in your life since you were kids.

“Yeah?” Chan spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Glad you think I’m hot.” He and Seungkwan exchanged a laugh as Seungkwan walked to comfort a sulking Soonyoung.

“Not you,” Soonyoung turned away, swatting an arm out at Seungkwan who pat him on the back pitifully. “Ugh I don’t even know why I agreed to come along.”

“Because you needed my notes to pass class, dumbass,” Chan retorted.

Remembering your psych class, you cleared your throat before speaking. “Anyway,” you began. “The point was that we have a psych exam tomorrow and Halloween is still well over a week away.”

Chan mumbled something about the frat wanting to beat all the other frat parties happening and promising free coffee for you tomorrow in exchange for coming out tonight. You rolled your eyes in response. You couldn’t be begged to come, but you could be bribed, apparently.

With that, three pumpkins, a Jim looking for his Pam, and a sexy cowboy made their way to the local frat house. It felt pretty ridiculous really, to see the five of you (especially the pumpkins) all pile into Chan’s beat up Camry on a random Sunday in October. 

The blue and white house that sat at the end of Greek row still seemed relatively untrashed, save for the (decorative?) shopping cart filled with empty cans of beers and seltzers on the front lawn. The party had yet to hit its full swing and you internally groaned at the thought of being here all night. Upon entering, the four of you followed Chan to where his band was beginning to set up. Somehow, they had managed to set up a stage in the cramped first floor of the house. 

Chan’s band, No Name, consisted of him, and three other students from various departments of the school who were all also somehow academic weapons: Mingyu, a rather popular computer engineering major on lead guitar; Seungcheol, a finance major on drums; and Wonwoo, a biomedical engineering major, was their bassist and lead singer. Chan himself played rhythm guitar as well as keyboard, and was a junior in music education.

He started in the band around the end of the spring semester when Joshua, the previous guitarist for the band, and the others came up to him after one of his recitals to invite him into the band. Chan talked about his band members a lot, but this was the first time you were going to meet them in person. 

The rest of the band was already on stage, tuning their instruments and messing with the amps and wires that were scattered around. They looked up at Chan as he hopped onto the platform to join them. Mingyu gave him an excited wave as he played a few test notes on his guitar. Seungcheol gave him an acknowledging nod, before turning his attention back to his drums.

The third member, Wonwoo, looked up and nodded at Chan before glancing at the rest of you. He seemed surprised to see you there because you watched his dark eyes flicker back to you. His gaze was intense, but cautious. You turned your head in confusion until you realized you’d seen him in class before. You hadn’t really spoken to him before, but you gave him a light wave anyway and he returned with the same nod he gave Chan. 

“Hansol,” Mingyu greeted him with a kind of friendliness that reminded you of a puppy. “Jim from the Office?” Hansol gave him a nod, appreciating that he got the reference and gave him a high five in response. Seungcheol was not in costume, but Mingyu and Wonwoo seemed to have a matching motif – Mingyu was wearing all white with a halo headband atop their head, and Wonwoo was in all black with devil horns on his head. Mingyu turned his attention to the rest of you and hopped off the stage to meet you. “Hansol, you’ll have to introduce me to your friends.”

“Right,” Hansol started. He introduced you and Soonyoung to Mingyu and to Seungcheol and Wonwoo who were listening while finishing up. Soonyoung nodded to Wonwoo who looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Hey bro,” Soonyoung greeted. Wonwoo scoffed in return with a shake of his head.

“Not your bro,” he replied curtly. His icy stare and stoic demeanor was not the type you’d expect from the lead singer of a beloved campus band. You’d heard girls and guys in class swooning over him, but to be honest, he wasn’t what you expected. He seemed like the type to want to be far, far away from a party, let alone perform at one.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow at him in amusement. “Sorry about him, he’s not good with strangers,” he said with a laugh, as if this was something that happened often. Icy… but with a bite, it seemed.

Wonwoo rolled his eyes behind his glasses. “This is that idiot who sits in front of me and watches Fortnite streams during class.” Mingyu hummed in recognition as Wonwoo explained. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at Wonwoo’s dry response, earning his gaze.

“He’s right Soonyoung,” you agreed. “You are a bit of an idiot.” Wonwoo’s lips twitched at your agreement.

“And you’re the one who shares notes with the idiot so he passes,” he raised a challenging eyebrow at you. There was a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite read.

“Yup,” you affirmed with a grin, meeting his eyes. “His savior, if anything.”

Soonyoung opened his mouth to retort before a voice caught everyone’s attention. Jun, the president of the frat called out to Wonwoo. He was dressed as a minion. “Hey Wonwoo,” he greeted. “Are you guys ready? More people are starting to show up, so I figured I’d ask if you guys were ready to start your set.” Wonwoo nodded and Jun turned to the rest of you. “There’s snacks and drinks in the kitchen.” He leaned over and lowered his voice conspiratorially before adding, “I’d go ahead and dig into the charcuterie before Seokmin gets here and gets a whiff of the prosciutto.”

The group of you moved away from the amps by the stage and towards the kitchen where, sure enough, enough alcohol and snacks for an army were haphazardly layed out. A strum from the guitar and a tap on the mic caught your attention as Wonwoo introduced the band. “Hey everyone, we’re No Name. Enjoy, I guess.” Without any more fanfare, he turned to Seungcheol and nodded as they began their first song, a rather upbeat song about partying. The cheers from the now crowded living area spurred them on. With a fresh drink in your red cup, you made your way back towards the stage to watch the group.

Honestly they were pretty good, and you wondered why it had taken you so long to actually see one of their shows. Mingyu had an upbeat and charismatic aura on stage, constantly bouncing on his feet and even sending an occasional flirty wink to people in the crowd. Seungcheol seemed to get lost in the music and you watched as his eyes shut and he seemed to be in his own world. Even Chan, who looked focused on his instrument, nodded his head along to the music and you could recognize his voice ever so often in a harmony. 

And there was Wonwoo.

 Although he didn’t look it… or particularly sound like it from his cold and short manner of speaking, had a melodic tone to his low voice. He was much different on stage than what you had gleaned from him in the short interaction you had with him. Then, he felt intense and closed off, as if he had already placed himself at an emotional distance from those around him. His stage presence however, was magnetic – the way he leaned into his microphone and would turn to face the band every so often to give cues, he seemed so in command, The way he’d smirk every so often or scan around the audience, it made you want to be the object of his gaze. it was impossible not to stare. 

About last night, I was undone God it feels right, being so wrong And I realized, all the blurry nights are when I feel alive.

You looked around at your friends as you began to dance. Hansol gently bobbed along to the music. Seungkwan stood beside him, taking a sip from his red cup. Soonyoung was talking animatedly to Jun and a guy whose plate was full of cheese and prosciutto – Seokmin, you remember. This was fun, you concluded.

Back on stage, Mingyu hit a high note that caught your attention and the fanfare told you the song was coming to an end. You watched mesmerized as Wonwoo stepped away from the microphone to pluck a string of notes on his bass, head nodding along to the music before returning to the mic and gripping it with both hands. “About last night…” he trailed off and ran his hands through his jet black hair. The rest of the band continued on with the last measures of the song, Mingyu’s fingers flying up and down the neck of his guitar and Seungcheol running through the end of a drum solo. 

You found yourself grinning as you clapped and cheered along with the crowd. After a brief pause, Wonwoo’s bass kicked off the next song and you scurried off to the kitchen to top off your drink and grab a snack. With the light buzz of alcohol in your head, you began to realize you didn’t seem to particularly mind the growing crowd dancing alongside you. Time seemed to pass quickly as you found yourself eagerly waiting for each new song the band played. The energy on stage felt electric and contagious, and you found yourself locked in on one member in particular – Wonwoo.

There was something about how he sang each lyric with a raw rasp in his voice and the way his fingers slid down his fretboard with ease that made him so good to look at. The music they played was fun and upbeat, but when they slowed down for a final song, it surprised you enough to snap you out of your trance as Wonwoo spoke in the mic again, leaning in enough that his lips touched the cold metal.

“It’s our last song of the night,” he began with a sigh, catching his breath from the last song. He grabbed his water bottle that was by his mic stand and took a quick sip before wiping some sweat off his brow and continuing. He set his own bass down and reached for the acoustic guitar that was set between him and Chan. “Let’s chill the fuck out and slow things down. For the last time, we’re No Name.” 

Wonwoo’s voice came out over a smooth melody on the keyboard. As people began to gather in pairs or move away from the dance floor, you found yourself close to the stage once again. Wonwoo seemed to catch your eye as he continued to sing and strum gently. His voice had a gentle vibrato to it and it was mesmerizing.

It wasn’t till you felt a tap on your shoulder and you saw Wonwoo’s eyes flicker to a figure beside you that you turned to see Soonyoung offering his hand out to you. “Wanna dance?” he asked casually. You shrugged as you slipped your hands around the back of his neck. His hands awkwardly found your waist, squishing your pumpkin costume in the middle so you looked a little bit more like a squash instead.

“What happened to Jun and Seokmin?” you asked Soonyoung curiously.

“Ditched them so I could dance with you,” he shrugged.

 You had hung out with him a couple of times outside of class, mostly to study, but Soonyoung never seemed very interested in you past being a study buddy turned friend. You raised your eyebrow at him skeptically.

“I tried to ask another girl to dance,” he admitted with a sad chuckle. “But she was definitely more interested in other girls than she was in me,” Soonyoung chuckled quietly. “Plus you looked kinda silly, a giant pumpkin standing by itself in front of the stage.” You turned around, eyes wide, to realize that you were in fact the only person who was on the dance floor alone. Hansol had gone off to the kitchen to find Seokmin and Seungkwan was somewhere outside playing a drinking game. Soonyoung must have noticed your embarrassment because he was quick to continue speaking. 

“Don’t worry,” Soonyoung continued. “I too would be transfixed if it seemed like a hot singer was singing right at me.” You felt yourself blush at his comment. 

“Shut up Soonyoung,” you chastised. “Or else I’ll tell Wonwoo you think he’s hot.” “Game respects game,” Soonyoung chuckled with a shake of his head and leaned in to speak near your ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Don’t believe me?” You shook your head no in response. “His eyes haven’t left you since we started dancing.”

Sure enough, Wonwoo was still watching the pair of you as you gently swayed to the melody. The song came to a close soon after and Soonyoung jokingly twirled you away from him before whispering “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You found yourself stunned as he walked away and turned back to the stage just in time to see Wonwoo set his guitar in its case before hopping down in front of you. Without his guitar slung in front of him, you could see his outfit better. He wore a black turtleneck that clung nicely to his toned chest and arms and black slacks. Wire framed glasses sat on his face and from here you could tell how thick the lenses were. The only Halloween-y part of his outfit were the devil horns that sat on his head… which he promptly removed. Even with his hair disheveled and the glow of sweat on his skin, he looked good. He ran his hands through his dark hair and took a sip of his water, not once breaking eye contact with you. It felt a little intense, really, and even more so when you realized you couldn’t read anything from his gaze.

“You guys are really good,” you offered with a smile that you hoped didn’t come off too eager, afraid to scare him off. “I really liked that last song.”

The corner of his lip twitched upwards in a flicker that you might have missed if you weren’t studying his face so closely. It felt satisfying, in a way, and almost like a challenge. How could you get a full smile? His quiet “Thanks,” lingered in the air between the two of you. Was he this reserved around everyone else, or was there something about you that made him feel as nervous as you did? 

“You’re in my psych class, right?” Did he already forget or was he just looking for a way to continue the conversation? You played along, wondering if his cold demeanor was just hiding a nervous guy.

“Yeah I am,” you confirmed, recalling the conversation from earlier. “I sit next to the idiot.” Wonwoo’s lips turned upwards in amusement as he processed your reference and he nodded.

“Cool,” he said simply. He didn’t say anything else, but he made no move to leave either, so you tried your best to continue the conversation.

“When–”

“We–” 

Wonwoo finally let out an amused scoff. You figured that’s the closest you’d get to a genuine laugh, and it was enough to put your nerves at ease for the time being. “Go ahead,” you said.

“We’re playing at another party here in two weeks if you want to come,” he said cooly, but the way his fingers fidgeted around the plastic water bottle as if it was the neck of his guitar made you think he might be thinking about this conversation as hard as you. 

“Sure, I–” you paused as you thought about the date. “Wouldn’t that be November already?”

A scoff escaped his lips again. “Yeah, some stupid shit about a post-Halloween soiree leading into no-nut-November. A gig is a gig, I guess.” He sounded less than amused about the theme of the party but shrugged it off.

You laughed at the stupidity of it all. “Sure, yeah, I’ll try to come by.” 

You smiled at him. He smiled back at you, well, smirked more like. “Cool,” was all he said.

A buzz from your wrist caught your attention, reminding you that it was nearing 1 a.m. and that you had told yourself to go home to study for your exam. You looked back up at Wonwoo apologetically. “Sorry,” you began. “I have to get home, I want to study before tomorrow.”

Wonwoo hummed in acknowledgement and you wondered when he found time to study for his own classes. He nodded towards the door, offering to walk you out. He didn’t really say much until you were both at the front porch of the house, with the cool autumn breeze seeping through the felt of your costume. “I’ll see you around?” he asked.

You nodded in response. “See you around.”

“Cool,” he said again. You moved to begin walking home but turned back with a smile and a two finger salute when you heard him say “Nice costume, by the way.” You had a feeling he wasn’t going to say that to Seungkwan or Chan.

Sure enough, the next time you saw Wonwoo was after your psychology exam the next morning. 

You had woken up at your desk after falling asleep studying with only 20 minutes until class began. With no other options, you quickly brushed your teeth and washed your face but ran out of your apartment without bothering to change out of your pajamas.  

Last night after coming home from the party, you found it difficult to focus on your notes. All you could think about was Wonwoo and his piercing stare. You’d definitely seen his eyes before, but being the subject of their gaze was something else entirely. You recalled the feeling in the pit of your stomach the first time he looked at you. It wasn’t until your phone buzzed with a text from Hansol stating that he made it home safely that you snapped out of your daze enough to begin studying. 

You arrived just in time for the test to begin, but too late to sit in your usual seat by Chan and Soonyoung. Panting, as you slid into the first available seat, you grumbled at the way you could feel your pajama pants awkwardly riding up your calves and the slight glimmer of sweat that seemed to now layer over your forehead. You’ve definitely seen better days.

Even now, in the middle of the exam, a question about the misattributed signs of attraction had you thinking back to Wonwoo. Talk about real life applications. Elevated heartbeat, shortness of breath… it definitely wasn’t stress or fear that had you feeling that way around him. You let out a sigh as you circled the letter C.

When the exam was finally over, you met the two of them outside of the classroom.

“No, you idiot,” Soonyoung argued. “You’re thinking of the halo effect, the answer was the reciprocal liking effect.” They were in the middle of arguing about what the correct answer on a part of the exam was and you watched Chan scramble to pull his messy notebook out of his backpack to find it in his notes. Before you could interrupt and correct them, a low voice beat you to it.

“It’s the mere exposure effect, you dumbasses,” You turned around with a chuckle, turning to see Wonwoo, standing a little too close, right behind you. You could smell the cologne he wore, something that must be out of your price range. He wore a crisp white t-shirt and black sweatpants and you felt slightly embarrassed at your own pajama pants-hoodie-bedhead combo.

“Huh?” Chan asked as he tried to skim through his notes. “But isn’t that–”

“Mere exposure suggests that the more times we encounter someone or something, the more we tend to like it,” you explained. Wonwoo nodded in agreement. Something about getting his validation made your heart skip a beat.

“Looks like the studying paid off,” he commented, turning to face you with the faintest hint of a smirk. Was he teasing you?

“Sure did,” you replied with confidence, though you found yourself blushing under his gaze.

“Take a nap,” Wonwoo suggested, looking you up and down. “You look like shit.” His deadpan tone almost made you miss the mischievous glint behind his eyes. You turned to him with a sharp eye before you realized that was his attempt at witty banter. Instead of a scowl, you rolled your eyes instead.

“What every person wants to hear at 9 in the morning,” you shot back. “I’ll nap after this one buys me a coffee.” You gestured to Chan who had now turned back to Soonyoung to argue about a different question. Wonwoo scoffed as he watched the two bicker before turning to the voice that called his name from behind. It was Mingyu and Seungcheol.

“See you around,” he said before heading in their direction. You watched as Mingyu clapped a hand on his back and Seungcheol offer him some of his pack of Oreos as they retreated down the hallway. What an interesting friend group, you thought to yourself.

You didn’t see Wonwoo much after that day. Or Chan for that matter. 

For the next few classes, Chan and Wonwoo left rather promptly to have band practice in preparation for their early November gig. So those days, you found yourself walking to the library with Soonyoung.

“I haven’t seen Chan have to go to practice this often since the summer,” you had remarked to him as you walked. The party was tomorrow night, and Chan and Wonwoo skipped class altogether for rehearsal so you promised to send Chan your notes.

“Yeah,” Soonyoung agreed as he brushed a fallen leaf off the top of his hair, ruffling it in the process. “But apparently they have a new song on their setlist, so I guess that’s why.”

“A new song,” you echoed, half listening. Your mind wandered back to the image of Wonwoo on stage, the way he played, how he held onto the microphone. It must be some song if they’re practicing so hard. If he wrote a song would it be as complex and enigmatic as he seemed to be? Or would it be something completely unlike him?

“You’re doing it again,” Soonyoung’s teasing tone cut you out of your thoughts. He snapped a finger in front of your face. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately. It was cute at first, but now it’s concerning.”

You groaned at his accusation. “I’m not spacing out,” you huffed.

“Right…” He grinned mischievously. “So who is it? Tell me so I can give you my stamp of approval.”

Something flipped in your stomach as you rolled your eyes at your friend. “Focus on your own love life, Soonyoung. Anyway, you said Chan told you about it?”

He raised a teasing eyebrow before raising his hands in defense, allowing you to change the subject. “Yeah, he did,” he confirmed. “And what about it?”

You were surprised to learn that Soonyoung had a conversation with Chan past arguing over class notes, and you noted the shade of red that dusted the tops of his ears when he saw you look at him inquisitively. “Nothing,” you replied coyly. “Just glad to see you guys are friends now.” Soonyoung rolled his eyes and you shoved him playfully. He shook his head with a soft laugh.

“I guess if I have to see him every day, we might as well be friends,” Soonyoung admitted. “Mere exposure effect or whatever.”

“Aw, you are learning, Soonyoung.” 

The next evening you found yourself at yet another frat house in front of another stage. At least this time you weren’t in a pumpkin costume, but rather in an actual outfit that you felt good about (One that wasn’t picked out by any of your friends).

You managed to arrive in time to catch the band setting up, wanting to offer help, but not really knowing how. Instead you sat on the couch beside a bored looking Hansol as he fiddled with the cup in his hands. 

“Most people don’t show up to parties until they’re actually parties,” Hansol sighed as he rested his chin in his hands. You watched as Chan fiddled with the tuning pegs of his guitar in front of Wonwoo who played him his pitches on the keyboard. You chuckled in agreement. There really wasn’t much going on quite yet as the party had yet to truly begin.

“We could have come by later in the evening,” you replied.

“Nah,” Hansol countered. “I’m bored, but I’d rather be bored here with you and the band than bored alone at home. Plus this way everyone knows I’m ‘with the band’ or whatever. Keeps weirdos away from my cousin.” As if to prove his point, he sent a glare towards the poor girl who walked up and offered Seungcheol a water bottle. He had a point. He at least had a loose reason to be here early, but did you?

You could say that Hansol dragged you here with him, but he didn’t really. You weren’t really “with the band” either. You looked back over at the stage and caught Wonwoo’s eye. He gave you a single wave. You’d leveled up from last week’s curt nod, you realized with a soft chuckle. You continued to watch as he returned his attention to his microphone stand. Maybe, you thought, it was reason enough that you liked seeing the band set up.

By the time No Name got to the middle of their set, you were having a great time dancing with Hansol who was more than buzzed. You also felt a little tipsy, but you were nowhere near Hansol’s level. One of you had to be sober enough to care for the other. Wonwoo cleared his throat into the mic before speaking. “This is a new song. Happy Halloween and no-nut-November.” Although his face remained passive, you could tell now that Wonwoo was poking fun at the drunk frat boys that were scattered about and cheering loudly.

Hansol leaned over to you as a keyboard melody began to play. “Chan said you’d probably like this one,” He slurred into your ear. You winced at the volume of his voice and the smell of beer. He’d regret this in the morning.

I wish that you and I lived in The Sims We could build a house and plant some flowers and have kids But we’re both at some trashy Halloween party downtown

Wonwoo let his bass hang around his neck as he wrapped both of his hands around his microphone and leaned in close, as if his proximity to the microphone could fill the room with a sense of intimacy.

I wish that we lived on a VHS I'd erase the things I said and that I'll probably say again Hit rewind on all the times I got lost in my head

Hansol was right, and you were pleased to know that your many years of knowing Chan paid off in him knowing your taste in music. You wondered if he had any influence in writing it and you made a mental note to ask him about it some other time. It was a different vibe than some of the songs the band played last time you saw them, but the crowd seemed to enjoy it and so did you.

The rest of the set was filled with songs that were familiar to you – songs you heard at the last show, and songs that you’d heard Chan practice when you came to visit him, Seungkwan, and Hansol at their apartment. Same as last time, the set closed with a slower song, but with no real interest in slow dancing with each other, you and Hansol stumbled out to the backyard instead, opting for some fresh air. In the moonlight, you could see the red glow that rose in his cheeks, a side effect of the alcohol. Knowing him, he was on the verge of falling asleep and you were thankful that Chan would be finished with his set soon and could deal with him instead. Seungkwan had cleverly avoided going to this party, leaving you and to care for their roommate instead. As much as you loved your friend, Hansol became a deadweight when he was drunk, as if all his muscles became laced with actual iron. 

As if on cue, the final strum of the song rang out and soon after, Chan plopped down between you and a sleeping Hansol. He scoffed at the sight, laughing at Hansol’s soft snores. He pulled out his phone to take a photo of him in his peaceful state and you laughed softly.

“You know he’ll kill you tomorrow morning once he sees that,” you warned him. Chan chuckled and shook his head as he reached under Hansol’s back to pull him into a more comfortable sitting position and he murmured a quiet thank you. It was hard to believe that in any other square inch of this party there were frat boys throwing up on the grass when a scene as soft and gentle was playing out right in front of you.

“Eh,” Chan shrugged carefully, assessing his friend’s state. “I think I can take a hungover Hansol.” He smiled as he patted him on the crown of his head before looking back towards you. “Did you drink tonight?” Chan asked curiously.

You nodded and reached your hand up to feel how warm your cheeks had gotten from the alcohol. “Not nearly as much as Sol,” you answered.

“Do you have a ride?” Chan asked, concern lacing his voice. “I didn’t drive today.”

“I was just planning on walking back,” you shrugged your shoulders. Chan’s brows furrowed together in thought.

“If Seungkwan’s around, you should ask him to walk with you,” Chan suggested. “Or I guess that tiger-wannabe dumbass. He’s fine, I guess.” You laughed at Chan’s mention of Soonyoung.

“I didn’t even know they came,” you admitted.

“They showed up kinda late,” Chan explained. “I saw them show up towards the end of the set.” You hummed in response.

“I’ll keep an eye out then,” you promised as you turned away. “You sure you don’t need my help?” You glanced at Hansol who was now starting to tip to the side as Chan shook his head and waved you away.

“Text me when you get home!”

Back inside the house, the sounds of the band had been replaced with someone’s playlist blasting over the speakers. After doing a lap around the house, your two other friends were nowhere to be found. You knew you were hitting the end of your own social battery as you approached the kitchen in search for a water bottle to take with you before heading out. Although you didn’t drink as much as Hansol did, the warmth in your throat reminded you that it would be a smart idea to start hydrating. You immediately headed for the cooler that was propped on the counter and dug through the ice and cans of beer until you found what you needed. You wiped your hand against the fabric of your top, trying to regain feeling in your cold fingers before you heard a familiar voice call your name.

“Wonwoo,” you smiled at him in greeting. Today he wore a simple gray sweater with black jeans, and you wondered if he owned anything colorful in his closet. “You guys killed it today.”

Wonwoo’s eyes lit up ever so slightly at the compliment. “Thanks,” he began, and you wondered if that’s all he’d say. “We practiced a lot.”

“And it paid off,” you agreed, opening your water to take a sip. “I really liked that new song.”

You noted how Wonwoo’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded enthusiastically. “It’s right up my alley, and I liked the lyrics too.”

That answer seemed to please Wonwoo who turned his head to hide a gentle blush that crept up his cheeks before clearing his throat to change the subject. “Not drinking tonight?” Wonwoo nodded at the water bottle in your hands.

“I drank plenty,” you chuckled. “It’s for my walk home.”

“You’re walking home?” Wonwoo repeated. “Where’s Chan?”

“Chan?” you echoed as Wonwoo nodded. “He’s dealing with a drunk sleeping Hansol. I told him I'd go with Seungkwan or Soonyoung, but I can’t seem to find either of them.”

Wonwoo hummed as you explained. A beat of silence fell between the two of you as he looked around, lost in his own thoughts. “I’ll help you find them,” he offered with a quieter voice before nodding towards the stairs. For a moment, you hesitated and wondered why he was offering at all. Wonwoo didn’t seem like the type to go out of his way to help someone who was effectively still a stranger. Maybe he wasn’t as cold and distant as he tried to make himself out to be.

You followed close behind him struggling to shove your way through the crowd until you realized Wonwoo had stretched his hand behind him to grab hold of your wrist. “Stay close,” he called to you. You wished you could read the stoic expression that remained fixed on his gaze, but everything about him seemed so… calculated, down to the way his fingers lightly brushed against your wrist as he guided you through the crowd. 

Honestly, It was a pleasant surprise that he had offered to help you at all. Half of you expected him to just reply with a simple “cool,” as what seemed to be his default response, and be done with it. Instead, he was dragging you up the stairs and shoving people out of the way on your behalf. You blushed as you realized what this might look like to the random onlooker. The two of you must have looked like any other couple at a frat party, headed upstairs to do something unsavory.

Before you could relish the idea any longer, Wonwoo dropped your hand as he found a clearing by the railing at the upstairs landing where there was a decent view of the party going on downstairs. “It’s easier to find someone when you have a bird’s-eye view,” he explained as his eyes scanned over the sea of partygoers.

You turned your attention to where he was looking before spotting Seungkwan’s blonde hair and Soonyoung’s silvery white hair, both unmistakable from your point of view. “There they are,” you noted excitedly. Wonwoo scoffed in amusement at how a simple observation got you so excited. “It looks like Seungkwan’s… occupied,” you chuckled to yourself. Seungkwan in the middle of belting out a Whitney Houston song by a karaoke machine. You decided you’d best not bother him and sighed in relief when you saw Soonyoung was just chatting idly with Jun near the door. 

Wonwoo walked with you back down the stairs until you found Soonyoung, who smiled and greeted you with a hug. “Hey, stranger.” He turned to Wonwoo with a polite, but distant wave. “Hey b-” he cleared his throat, correcting himself. “Hey Wonwoo.”

A scoff escaped Wonwoo’s lips as they formed into a smirk. “Hey, Hochi-Mochi.” Soonyoung’s face immediately fell into a frown. 

“Only my mom– how do you even know about that?” Soonyoung ran a hand down his face as Jun laughed beside him.

“You leave your brightness all the way up when you text your mom from your laptop in class,” Wonwoo explained with a casual shrug, much to Soonyoung’s dismay. “And you have the default font size of a billboard ad.” 

Jun put a hand on Soonyoung’s shoulder and shook his head in laughter. “I’m gonna go ahead, Hochi-Mochi. See you around.” He waved goodbye at the three of you before disappearing into the crowd.

“Et tu, Brute?” Soonyoung grumbled as he watched you laugh along. “On that note, I think I’m gonna go too,”

Wonwoo watched your hand as it flew up to grab Soonyoung’s elbow as he turned away. “Wait,” you sighed as your laughter died down. “I was gonna ask if you could walk me home, since Chan and Seungkwan are otherwise occupied.”

Soonyoung’s eyebrow shot up as his eyes moved between your hand that tugged at his sleeve and the steely dark eyes that seemed to be intensely watching his next move. He paused for a second before finally answering you. His face had slipped into an expression that you couldn’t quite read. “I don’t mind but–”

“I’m Mingyu’s designated driver, and he lives like a half hour away,” Wonwoo seemed to answer Soonyoung’s question before it even came out. Would he have offered otherwise? you thought to yourself. You turned your gaze to Wonwoo, still unreadable as ever, and wondered why he answered so quickly.

“I see,” Soonyoung replied skeptically before turning to you with a shrug. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

You nodded to Soonyoung and the three of you walked towards the door where Wonwoo hung back and leaned against the door frame as you moved past him. You weren’t sure if you were on hugging terms with Wonwoo yet (or if he even had hugging terms for that matter), so you opted to give him a wave instead.

“See you around?” you smiled at Wonwoo warmly, hoping to mask the rush of nervousness that seemed to flood through you every time you were the subject of his gaze. His eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer and for a brief second, they softened, in a way that seemed to melt away his icy exterior that you’d thought was unbreakable. 

“See you around,” was all he said, but the three words seemed to carry more weight – a promise that something was beginning. This time, there was no mistaking it. 

His eyes definitely softened.

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the one where wonwoo is pretty down bad for you, a popular streamer. previous chapter. headcanons under the cut. ➤ see also: svt burner accounts series

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love. | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo shows you love in it's simplistic forms - through the five love languages. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, comfort, established relationship WARNINGS. kissing alot of kissing, mild cursing, brief wonu shirtless shower moment, they shower together, some suggestive innuendos, reader wears a dress + jewelry, some creepo harasses reader, last scene is suggestive + contains allusions to sex, i'm rlly just torturing all the wonwoorideuls out there (me included) WORD COUNT. 8.1k

notes: what are all of u guys love language(s) ?!?! mine is quality time and words <3. i also truly believe wonu is peak quality time, acts of services, and words ughhhdsfjkhdd. tbh all sections of these feature pretty much all the love languages lol its hard to emphasize just one specifically

i. in the moments where my hands speak what my heart can't say

A snowflake lands on your tongue.

You pull your coat tighter around yourself, shivering slightly as you walk your way back from a meet up with some friends. Wonwoo had texted you earlier, asking if you needed anything before he would come over to your place for the first time, and you had told him that he didn't have to come because really... your place wasn't exactly the tidiness right now.

Nothing but the colour white blankets the ground, snow crunching under your shoes with each step. Your gaze drifts up as snowflakes drift lazily down to the earth. The city feels almost otherworldly like this𑁋so quiet and still, as if time has slowed to let the snow settle into its new home.

You watch the delicate flakes as they hover down, dissolving into the endless sea of white. Despite the chill slithering up your bones, there's a sense of calm that washes over you.

You're so caught up in the scene that you don't hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Then you feel something drape over your shoulders. A scarf.

Startled, you glance down, your hands instinctively reaching up to touch the fluffy fabric. You blink and turn around to find Wonwoo standing there, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his breath forming visible puffs in the air.

"Wonwoo? I..." You catch the way the strands of his hair is littered with speckles of white. "I thought you weren't coming."

Wonwoo just shrugs nonchalantly. "I changed my mind. Couldn't let you walk home alone in this weather."

Your heart warms at his words, and you feel the corners of your lips tug upward in an easy smile.

"Thank you," You murmur, adjusting the scarf snugly around your neck. It smells faintly of him. "But you really didn't have to𑁋"

"Shh," he interrupts, taking your gloved hand in his and stuffing your intertwined fingers inside the pocket of his coat. I'm glad that I came. You deserve to feel safe. "Of course I did."

Wonwoo offers you a reassuring squeeze of your hand in his pocket. The biting chill of the air is no match for the comfort of his presence, and with each step that you take together, you feel more at ease. The snow crunches harmoniously beneath your feet as the two of you walk upon the journey towards your apartment building.

The glow from the lamps on your building reflect warmly off the blanket of snow. The two of you have only been dating just over a month, and each step feels lighter with him beside you. Conversation flows through the cold air easily, wrapping around you like the scarf he gave you.

Then you pause and turn towards him. "Are you sure you want to come in? I mean, my place is kind of a mess right now."

What's a little mess compared to being with you? "It's okay. I don't mind," he reassures, though his voice comes out a bit shy𑁋not from any unsureness, but just from knowing he's about step foot into your world. There's no way he's backing away from this now.

Uncertainty crosses over your features, but the warmth in his eyes hugs your hesitation about inviting him in. He follows right behind you, and as you step into your place, a sense of relief washes over you. You kick off your shoes and gesture for him to make himself comfortable on the couch.

"Make yourself at home," You tell him, ignoring the slight embarrassment nipping at your cheek from the slightly disheveled state of your living room. There's books and papers scattered on the coffee table, a couple of coats draped lousily over the back of a chair as if you were indecisive about which one to wear, a pile of empty packages in the corner that you haven't had the time to dispose of yet, and a crookedly placed small painting on the wall.

Home. I like that word. Wonwoo settles himself on top of the couch and leans back on the cushion, taking in the cozy, albeit chaotic, atmosphere of your place. This is you𑁋perfectly imperfect.

You disappear into the kitchen, and he can hear the faint sounds of you moving about. "Hot chocolate or tea?"

Wonwoo doesn't answer right away, instead shedding off his coat before letting his feet trail over to where you were in the kitchen. He peeks around the corner, catching a glimpse of you as you rummage through cabinets, and he can't help but smile.

You look so determined. I like that about you.

"I believe that hot chocolate is calling our names right now," Wonwoo inputs cheesily, sliding his way over to where you are, already fishing through your cupboards to find some mugs.

You look up, surprised but amused. "Pardon me, sir, but I believe that this is my place."

"Well, you were taking too long," he shoots back playfully, a light laugh escaping his lips. I want to do this for you.

After scrouging through a few cupboards, he grabs two mismatched ceramic mugs and sets them on the counter. Next to him, you're already heating up the saucepan, but Wonwoo seems to have already beaten you in grabbing the milk jug from the fridge.

As Wonwoo adjusts the flame of the stove to a calmer setting, you add in the cocoa powder and some sugar. Then you reach inside a drawer for a whisk and start stirring the mixture, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the air. Wonwoo watches you, leaning casually against the counter, a content smile on his face, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him.

He comes up to you from behind, placing a gentle hand on your waist as he leans in closer, his breath fanning against your skin and causing you freeze up for a moment.

"Hello," he mutters, voice soft to your ear, lips awfully close to your neck. I want to be part of this moment, too. "Need any help?"

Even if you do answer no, he's already reaching his other arm around you anyway. His fingers brush against yours, cupping over your hand that's whisking away as he begins to help you stir. His body is pressed up behind yours, and it's making everything ridiculously hard to concentrate on.

"Wonwoo, I really can handle this," You protest lightly, though the way he leans into you sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"I know," he replies, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. But I want to be close to you like this.

The mixture starts to bubble slightly, and you can't help but glance back at him, your cheeks flushing under his warm gaze. "I appreciate it, but𑁋"

I think I can get used to doing these things for you. "It's no problem," is all he says. "I just like being here with you."

The chocolate begins to froth, sending a rich, inviting aroma right to your nostrils and throughout the kitchen. Wonwoo leans closer, his chin resting on your shoulder as he continues to whisk the mixture. This is nice. Just being here with you, doing something simple...

Once the hot chocolate is done, Wonwoo helps you pour it into the mugs, the steam curling up into the air like little wisps of happiness. The heat of the mug seeps into your palms, and you can't help but notice how natural this feels𑁋how effortlessly he fits into your world.

Suddenly, your face brightens, and you step away for a second to retrieve a bag of marshmallows from the pantry, holding the bag up triumphantly with a grin.

Wonwoo nearly melts into the floor just from that.

"Want some?" he asks after dropping a few marshmallows in his own mug. You should take it easy, too. Enjoy the little things, right?

You nod eagerly, watching as he plops some marshmallows in your mug. Just a tiny bit more than how much he put in his. Then he grabs both of your mugs, bringing you to follow him into your living room. Although it was still a little messy, the nerves in your system have definitely lessened𑁋it doesn't stop Wonwoo from noticing that slight glint of anxiety to your eyes.

Look at you, all worried about your place, and here I am, falling for you a little more every second.

He watches endearingly as you quietly blow on the hot chocolate to cool it down, and he copies your actions. Then he takes a careful sip, the sweet, comforting drink warming him from the inside out. He glances at you, watching as you sip your own drink. When you features beam up at him, he can't help but smile back.

Your smile is quite dangerous.

The dim light from the lamp casts a cozy glow around the room, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. Both of you find yourselves enjoying your drinks, settling into easy conversations about nonsense, all while the snow continues to fall outside.

As the laughter fades and the mugs empty out, Wonwoo leans back against the couch, stealing glances at you, and he can't help but feel his heart swell. You are so full of life, and he wishes he could bottle this moment forever, like a pressed flower preserved within the pages of a book.

What did I do to deserve you?

"What are you thinking about?"

Your voice jolts him out of his thoughts as you set your empty mug down on the coffee table, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Wonwoo clears his throat.

"Honestly?" he starts, leaning in a little. There's a bit of shyness in the way he purses his lip together, yet a hint of boldness as his eyes flickers momentarily to your mouth. "I'm thinking about how I'm just three seconds away from kissing you."

Can I show you what my heart wants to say?

In your chest, you heart leaps, flips, and swells with anticipation that it almost aches. Heat floods your cheeks and every crevice of your body as he holds your nervous expression.

"Is that okay?" His voice is barely above a whisper, like he's sharing a secret just for you to hear.

All you can do is nod.

"Yeah," You answer sheepishly at first. "It's more than okay."

The smile that breaks across his face is like a sunrise you could watch every morning. And it isn't long before his lips tentatively brush against yours.

This, he thinks, smiling against your lips, is home.

ii. even the silence is like a love song

Sometimes you think that your boyfriend spends more time at your place than his own.

Not that you're complaining at all. You've already entrusted a spare key to your apartment with him, and he's also told you the code to his own place too. However, sometimes on days that you plan on visiting him, he's already texting you that he's on his way to your place. You'll find him there, either casually perched on your couch, or in your kitchen brewing a fresh pot of coffee as if he's lived there for years instead of just a few months.

It's become a small, ordinary routine, but it's quickly grown into one of your favourite things about being with him𑁋how naturally he's slipped into your boring, mundane life, as if he's always belonged.

Just like now, when you arrive to find him folding some laundry in your living room. It's a mixture of your clothes and his, all mingled together as if they've always been part of the same household. Wonwoo is sitting on the floor, focused on neatly folding a hoodie you recognise as one of yours, placing them neatly next to a stack of button-ups that belonged to him, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. The sight makes you pause in the doorway, a mellow smile tugging at your lips.

"Hey," You call out, dropping your keys onto the table by the door.

Wonwoo lifts his head up and catches sight of you.

"Hello." He stands up, already meeting you halfway. "You're home."

His words makes the corners of your lips lift even higher. Home.

"I didn't know how I hired a housekeeper," You remark as you toss your bag on the couch, before letting yourself fall into his own open arms. He wraps them around you without hesitation, pulling you close in a loving embrace. You can feel his chuckle rumble through his chest as he holds you.

"Housekeeper, huh?" he murmurs playfully against your hair. "Is that what I am to you now? I thought I was your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend first, however..." You cast your eyes past his shoulder at the folded pile of laundry on the table. "The housekeeper part needs some work, because I think you put one of your hoodies in my pile."

Wonwoo pulls back slightly, following your gaze to the pile of neatly folded clothes. His lips twitch in a small, amused smile as he spots the hoodie in question𑁋a faded grey one with this cute stitched cat print that you've probably borrowed more times than you can count.

"Hmm, you can keep it anyway," he says casually, turning back to you and leaning in towards you. "I think it looks better on you than me anyway."

Before you can respond, he's brushing his lips against yours slowly and sweetly, and you find yourself chuckling into the kiss as Wonwoo deepens it just a little, his hands resting right at your hips. When he finally pulls back, a boyish grin spreads across his face, and you can't help but mirror it.

Wonwoo presses a kiss to your nose. "What do you want to do tonight?"

You hum thoughtfully. You didn't have anything exactly planned for tonight, and the day seemed to be taking its toll on you.

"Not sure, I'm a bit tired, to be honest..." You let out a small yawn, an apologetic look to your face. "We can just do nothing, if that's fine with you."

Wonwoo's features only soften. "That's perfectly fine with me."

With that, the rest of the evening is established with the two of you slowly settling into a familiar routine. You both finish folding the rest of the clothes, then you find yourself taking a small catnap on the couch while Wonwoo quietly plays some games on his phone right next to you, keeping the volume low so it doesn't disturb you.

When you wake up, you notice that he isn't right next to you anymore; instead, you hear the sounds of the shower being used. Wonwoo must have decided to wash up while you were napping, and the thought brings a wave of bliss as you groggily stretch your limbs.

When you get yourself to stand up, you rub at your eyes before approaching the bathroom door and knocking on the door softly.

"Babe?" You call out.

The water turns off, sounds of shuffling behind the door. "Yeah?"

"Nothing," You respond, voice muffled. "Just wanted to check on you."

It doesn't take long for the door to be creaked open, with Wonwoo's figure emerging from behind it, water droplets glistening on his skin and his dripping hair tousled in that effortlessly charming way you adore. He's wrapped in a towel, looking every bit like he just stepped out of a magazine.

"Did you need something?" he asks while putting on his glasses that were slightly fogged up, and your eyes can't help but flicker over him for a second.

You swallow a lump in your throat, feeling your heart race faster at his presence in front of you and the way the steam curls in the air around him. The towel around his waist clings to his skin, and you swiftly shoot your eyes up to the ceiling and then down to the floor, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

"No, I-I'm good," You manage to say. "Just wanted to check in on you."

"Yeah?" He tilts his head playfully. "Bummer. Thought you wanted to join me."

Some sort of choked sound leaves you, and you roll your eyes to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.

"In your dreams, mister," You quip back, but it still doesn't make you any less flustered.

There's a teasing glint in his eyes for a fraction of a second, before it simply melts into something softer.

"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to join," he tells you casually, leaning against the door frame, a subtle smirk playing to his lips. "I think you deserve to unwind with a little bit of pampering."

You bite your bottom lip, torn between how temping his offer sounds and the voice in your head reminding you of the boundaries you've carefully maintained... until now, as it seems. Still, the warmth radiating from him and the sincerity in his eyes makes it hard to resist.

So, you let your shoulders deflate.

"Is there a spare towel in there?" You ask him, prodding the door open a little more with a finger.

Wonwoo's face just brightens, and before you know it, he's reaching for your hand and pulling you inside the bathroom, lips meeting yours as soon as the door clicks shut behind you.

Later that night, the two of you order some takeout from a nearby Chinese restaurant. It isn't long for time to drift by as the cozy atmosphere of your apartment settles over both of you. Even the silence that plagues the room is comfortable, tainted with the hum of the television and the occasional clinking of chopsticks as you both revel within the simple joys the night offers𑁋each other.

You regret mentioning how it's getting close to midnight, because now you find yourself watching with a frown as Wonwoo begins to pack his belongings and laundry into a bag.

"Are you sure you... don't want to stay the night?" You question timidly, arms crossed together as you lean against the counter, watching his moments carefully with a frown.

Wonwoo pauses, his hand hovering over his backpack as he glances back at you. "I mean, I could... I have a big meeting in the morning though, and I don't want to impose."

A pang of disappointment hits you at his words.

"I... I love having you here, you know," You say cautiously. "You're practically living here half the time, anyway."

His lips quirk up in that familiar way, a mixture of amusement and affection that never fails to make your heart flutter, before it's quick to dissipate.

"I don't want to be a distraction when you need to get some rest," he replies. "You deserve to have your own space, and I know how important alone time is for you."

"I love having you in my space," You interject, stepping closer to him, desperation creeping into your voice. "and I love sharing my space with you."

Wonwoo lets out a sigh. "Love, I don't want you to feel bur𑁋"

"We can live together."

The bombshell that tumbles out of your mouth takes both of you by surprise, and the room goes quiet for a moment. You can see Wonwoo's eyes widen slightly, and his hand pauses mid-motion as he processes what you just said.

"Are you being serious?" he asks, and you expected for his words to come out in utter shock, perhaps even disbelief and disdain.

Instead, there's a note of wonder in his voice, like he's barely believing everything that you just said.

"I know it's a big step, but I..." You take in a deep breath, glancing down at your fidgeting hands. "I mean, we spend so much time together already, and it feels like... like we could really make it work. I just𑁋I want you to be around more. When I wake up, I want you to be the first person I see, and when I come home from work, I want you there waiting for me."

Silence hangs in the air, and you hold your breath. The seconds that float by feel like an entire millennium has passed, your heart bracing itself for the potential inevitable.

Wonwoo's hand tightens around the bag in his hand. "You really mean all that, don't you?"

"I do," You affirm, mustering all the confidence you can. "I want this. I want you. I want us."

Wonwoo lets out a long awaited, bated breath, his gaze softening as he looks at you. Slowly, he sets his bag down, and in a few strides, he's right in front of you.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that."

You blink, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. "Really?"

"Really," he confirms, a bright smile spreading across his face. There's no reluctance or hesitation you hear in his voice, see on his features, or find in the way he's holding your gaze. "I've been thinking about it too, to be honest."

You feel the breath you've been holding finally release, and a laugh escapes you, shaky but full of relief and happiness.

"Let me just say this in advance," You start, lips teasing up in a faint smirk. "I'm sorry for the mess I might bring. I promise to clean it up."

Wonwoo only rolls his eyes and steps closer towards you, cradling your face gently with his hand, caressing over the skin of your cheek oh so tenderly.

"When do we start?" he asks, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Whenever we want," You reply lowly, lacing your fingers with his. "Whenever we're ready."

Wonwoo pulls you close again to connect his mouth with yours once again. "I think I've been ready from the moment you gave me that spare key, sweetheart."

iii. your heart is in a safe space between my words

There was something particular that always caught your eyes whenever you would casually pass by Wonwoo's desk.

A stack of sticky notes, and a ballpoint pen.

As miniscule as they are, there's something about the way the stack grows smaller over time and the way the pen seems to be slowly losing its ink that makes your heart flutter.

It started off with a simple note you found one day in your lunchbox at work: You're doing great, my love. Have a good day at work!

At first, you didn't think much of it. After all, it was just a little note from Wonwoo, but as you read over the words a hundred times, warmth was quick to sprout within you like a flower seeking the sunlight. And somehow on that same day, not a single cloud had drifted over the sky like the weather had previously forecasted.

From there, that little note was the start of a tradition between you and Wonwoo. Every day, he would leave a sticky note for you somewhere you wouldn't expect it𑁋your bag, your lunch, the mirror of the bathroom, on the screen of your laptop, or even on the cute kitten plushie that hung in your car.

And every day, you found yourself looking forward to these small treasures, your heart racing in anticipation each morning. What would Wonwoo write today?

Today, however, the stack of sticky notes had emptied out.

You don't mind it too much, though; in fact, it still fills your heart nonetheless, knowing that he had shared each note with you so thoughtfully. After all, just thinking about him is enough to get you through the entirety of the day.

Unfortunately, the day goes particularly sluggish. A bunch of workload had been dumped on you, and you nearly get into an argument with your team manager over some stupid revisions to a project that you didn't agree with. Heavy frustration had settled on your chest during the slow hours that pass, yet somehow, you manage to get through the day with gritted teeth.

When the work day finally ends, you find yourself hurrying on the way home just before traffic could reach its peak rush. As you finally pull into the parking space outside your apartment, a wave of relief washes over you. You step out of the car and make your way to the front door, the familiar scent of home swirling around you like the smell of fresh dinner.

As you enter the apartment, you relish in the familiar scent of home with a deep inhale, and you can already feel the stress of the day beginning to melt away.

"Wonwoo?" You call out as you slip your shoes off and place them next to Wonwoo's on the floor.

Silence is all that greets you. Making your way through the small hall way, you peek into the living room. It's quiet, the weak glow from the lamp casts long shadows across the furniture, and it doesn't take you long to spot your boyfriend sitting on the couch.

There's a book in his hands, earphones in place, and he seems completely engrossed in whatever he's reading. You can't help but smile at the sight𑁋his brow furrowed in concentration and the corners of his lips twitching up slightly, the subtle flick of his fingers turning each page as if he's savouring each word.

You approach him quietly, and after turning one more page, he glances up and notices your presence. He pulls one earbud out and sets the book down, already scooting a bit on the couch so that you can sit down.

"Hello, beautiful," he coos lightly, eyes lighting up as he takes you in.

"Hi," You breathe out tiredly. Instead of sitting next to him on the couch, you decide on letting your body fall on top of him, making him let out a tiny oof. "'m tired."

Wonwoo chuckles softly, his arms instinctively wrapping around you as you snuggle into his embrace. "Long day?"

"Very long," You mumble into his neck. "and missed you."

"Missed you too," Wonwoo whispers back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You let out a content sigh as the warmth radiating from his body seeps into you, and you feel grateful for the safe haven he provides after a day that felt like it would never end. It feels like home.

"Tell me about your day," he prods carefully, his fingers tenderly carding through your strands of hair.

You pull away a bit to meet his gaze. "Well, it started off okay, but it just... snowballed. A lot of meetings, and my manager was being difficult again. I almost lost it over a few stupid revisions."

Wonwoo's expression turns serious, a slight frown tugging at his lips as he processes your words. "I’m sorry, love. That sounds really frustrating."

"It's okay. I'm home now," You say as you slide your body in the spot right next to him on the couch. "Just felt like I was drowning all day."

"Then let me help you float," Wonwoo offers. His thumb begins to stroke your arm soothingly, and you can feel the tension in your muscles slowly releasing under his touch. "I'm proud of you for getting through today. It's not easy, but you always find a way to push through. And remember, it's okay to have days like this. It doesn’t define you. You are so capable, and I'm always here to remind you of that, okay?"

You blink at him, feeling the corners of your eyes prick with heat. "Wonwoo..."

"I'm serious, my love," he insists earnestly. "Sometimes I think you forget how incredible you truly are."

You can't help but let a small smile break across your face, but you shake your head slightly. "You give me so much more credit than I deserve."

"That's where you're wrong," he replies soothingly, his voice steady as he continues to meet your gaze. "You deserve every bit of credit, and I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it too."

His words fill the space between you, wrapping around your body𑁋your heart𑁋like a soft blanket on a cold day.

You let out a shaky breath and lean in closer, pressing your forehead to his. "Thank you. You always know what to say."

"That's my job, precious," Wonwoo murmurs, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Glad to see I'm doing it well."

"You want compensation for that?" You quirk up a teasing brow.

Wonwoo just simply smiles, before cupping your face in his hand and landing a firm kiss right at your lips, and it's filled with the reassurance you've desperately craved for the entire day.

When you pull away, your cheeks are flushed, and you can't help but grin at him, feeling lighter than before. You press your body against his once again, settling into the comfortable embrace as he wraps his arms around you tighter.

"By the way," You say, voice muffled against his shoulder. "I noticed the sticky notes were gone today."

Wonwoo shifts slightly, his fingers still tangled in your hair, and you can feel him smile against your shoulder. "Ah, yeah... I thought I had more, but I guess I didn't. I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. I just..." You purse your lips together, tracing lazy patterns on top of his hand. "I just really look forward to them. They brighten my day, you know?"

Wonwoo tilts his head adorably, studying you for a moment. "You really like them that much?"

"I do!" You admit, smiling against his shoulder. "They make me feel really special."

Wonwoo hums thoughtfully. "I'll make a trip to the store tomorrow then."

"If you do, buy another stack, please."

You pause, feeling a bit embarrassed by how eagerly you're clinging to the idea of these little notes. But before you can add anything, Wonwoo pulls back just enough to look at you, a playful glint in his eyes.

You giggle when you meet his gaze. "Not for you though, for me. I want to start writing you notes too."

Wonwoo's eyebrows raise in surprise, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "I'll be looking forward to it then."

And in the morning, perhaps you'll leave the first note.

iv. it's not what i place in your hands, but what i place in your life

The blinding lights of your vanity shine down on you as you unclip a silver bracelet from around your wrist, placing it gently on the surface of the dresser, the charms clinging together as they settle. It's a bracelet he had gifted you a while back𑁋you had worn it every day since.

Fatigue slowly starts to plague your body as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You had treated Wonwoo to a date today, and these days, it's rare for you to plan one because he's always the one taking up all those opportunities. It's a tad bit unfair sometimes, but once you got the chance the flip the script, you took it right away.

The door to the bedroom creaks open, and you glance up to see Wonwoo coming inside, still wearing the outfit he had worn for the date. As he catches your eye, a smile lights up his face.

"Hello," he greets, coming up to you from behind, the light shining on his form as he rests his hand on both of your shoulders as you continue to shed off the jewelry you were wearing, giving you a few squeezes.

"Hey," You greet him back, feeling your shoulders relax from his touch.

"Thank you for tonight," he adds fondly. "I had a really great time."

The sincerity in his voice tugs at your heartstrings, a doting smile on your face displayed in the mirror.

"I'm glad," You reply, turning slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression. "Thought you deserved at least a little pampering from me. You always plan things for us."

Wonwoo's eyes sparkle with appreciation, and he takes a step closer, lightly massaging your shoulders with his thumbs. "That only makes me want to step up my game even more, honey."

A pout crosses your face at that, crossing your arms playfully. "No competition here. I just wanted to treat you for once."

"Fair enough," he declares, letting his hands fall back to his side, watching closely as you start to fall into the rhythm of your nighttime routine.

He catches a glimpse of all your jewelry scattered across your vanity, and it warms his heart to see a mixture of some stuff he's personally bought for you, and some pieces that you've picked out on your own over the years.

Wonwoo brings his own hand up to undo his watch and sets it down beside your bracelet, the two pieces contrasting yet complementing each other beautifully. He knows that you aren't biggest person on gifts, yet he loves that you still cherish every little thing he gives you. That's enough for him.

"Think I should invest in getting you a jewelry box for all these," he jokes, trying to lighten the moment as he admires the collection.

You say something in response that he's hardly able to catch, a pitter-patter of hesitation clouding above his head. Unnoticeably, he shoves a hand into the pocket of his pants, fingers fidgeting against something in there. The nerves twist in his stomach, and he takes a moment to compose himself.

"...I just don't get how some people can easily organise all their stuff. I can hardly keep my own desk clean at work!"

Wonwoo nods, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as his mind races.

"...but I think a jewelry box could work. There's one that I saw at this store I passed by𑁋"

"Sweetheart."

You cut yourself off from your rambling, concern knitting your brows at how suddenly serious he looks. "Yeah?"

He hesitates, glancing at the watch he just set down. "I want to give you something."

There's nervousness in his expression that you see, and you turn your body to fully face him, waiting for him to continue.

Wonwoo opens his mouth as if to declare something, before shutting it quickly. Then he simply takes something out of his pocket, and you watch as he opens up his hand, underneath revealing a delicate-looking necklace resting on his palm, the pendant gleaming under the light.

"A necklace?" You ask him curiously.

"My mom's necklace," he clarifies quietly. "She wore it all the time when I was growing up. It's been passed down in our family, and I thought... I thought maybe you'd want to have it."

Your eyes widen as you lean closer to the shimmering piece, taking in its intricate design. "It's beautiful." You reach out to lightly touch the pendant, before looking back up at him. "Are you really sure?"

He nods slowly. "My mom always said it brought her strength and comfort, and I only hope it could do the same for you."

A lump forms in your throat as you process his words, but the steadiness he attempts to hold in his face reassures you.

"I'll cherish and protect it with my life," You promise him. "Thank you for trusting me with something so important to you.”

Wonwoo just smiles𑁋there's something bittersweet about it𑁋his shoulders relaxing as he watches you admire the necklace. "Can I help you put it on?"

You nod, turning your back to him, meeting eyes with your nervous reflection back in the mirror. He carefully clasps the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing just the slightest over your skin. You feel the cold pendant settle gently against your collarbone, catching the light in a way that feels almost magical.

"There," he whispers, stepping back slightly to admire how the necklace complements your figure. "It looks perfect on you."

You reach up to touch the pendant, the meaning it carries heavier than the weight itself. You meet his eyes through the mirror, taking in his eyes that holds both certainty and vulnerability, and that small, proud smile he wears, as if he's laying his heart completely bare for you.

And you'll treat it with all the care it deserves𑁋gently, without reservation.

v. your skin is the map where my love finds its way home

"I'm taken, sorry."

Usually, that kind of statement would drive someone away right off the bat, but the man that's looming in front of you𑁋with breath that reeked of alcohol and a smug, ugly-toothed grin plastered on his face𑁋only inches even closer, and you can feel the discomfort coil tighter in your stomach.

"What kind of boytoy leaves a pretty thing like you sitting here all alone then?" the man sneers, holding you in place with his lecherous, glassy gaze. "Come on, darling. We could have a little fun somewhere else."

"My husband is in the bathroom and we're on our honeymoon," You rebuke sharply. "and I don't think he would appreciate you being here."

The man eyes you up and down, huffing out a low laugh that sends a shiver of unease down your spine.

"I don't see a ring on that finger of yours, sweetheart," he taunts, leaning in closer. You can feel the heat radiating off him, and it makes your skin crawl.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to create some distance between you and the man. For all the wrong reasons, the man is right about how your ring isn't on your finger, and you can feel the panic increasing in your system. You knew you were wearing it for the entirety of the day, yet as you feel around your finger, you realise it wasn't there.

You remember taking it to wash your hands in the restroom, but you could've sworn you slipped it back on before leaving.

Where the hell did it go? "I𑁋" You stammer anxiously. "I must have dropped it."

This only fuels the man's smugness. "See? No ring means no commitment. What's stopping us from having a little fun, huh?"

You can hear your heart pulsing up to your ears in panic while desperately scanning the confined area for any sign of your lost ring, but it's hard to think clearly when he's so close to you.

Just as the anxiety was about to overwhelm you, a voice cuts through the haze of discomfort.

"What's going on here?"

You peer up to see Wonwoo approaching, the sleeves of his button-up rolled up to his elbows and a frown creasing his brow. The sight of him instantly eases some of your tension, but the man in front of you doesn't back down. Instead, he sneers, his demeanour shifting as he sizes up Wonwoo, who doesn't even look the slightest bit intimidated by the drunken man.

"Who do you think you are?" the man slurs.

"I'm their husband," Wonwoo replies flatly, his voice calm but edged with an unmistakable steeliness. He steps in closer to you, wrapping a protective arm around your waist and pulling you more towards him. "And I suggest you back the hell off."

"You think you can just scare me off?" the man growls, trying to regain his composure. "I was just having a little fun. No need to get all riled up."

"Then go take your drunken ass somewhere else to have fun," Wonwoo snaps back harshly, voice lowering to a threatening tone that sends a clear message.

"What's it to you? They're just a pretty face," he spits and snickers, belittling you as if you were nothing more than an object.

"I don't care what you think, jackass," Wonwoo retorts, his grip around your waist tightening; even then you feel the way he's tracing soothingly over your hip. "Walk away before I call security on you for harassing my partner."

The man fixes you and Wonwoo with a callous glare, scoffing dismissively under his breath before turning on his heel and stumbling away toward the bar of the restaurant. The breath you've been holding in finally escapes out of you in a shaky sigh, relief flooding your system.

Wonwoo's hand remains firm on your waist, the other coming to interlock with yours comfortingly.

"Are you okay?" he asks, gaze softening as he returns all his attention back to you.

You give a nod. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. Thank you, I thought he wouldn't go away but he kept pestering me and wouldn't leave, and then I saw that my ring wasn't on my finger and I..." You quickly cut your words off, taking another deep breath. "I'm sorry, I thought I put it on when I left the restroom earlier, but𑁋"

"It's okay, love," Wonwoo interrupts gently. "I've got it."

You blink up at him. "You... You do?"

With a small smile, he reaches into the pocket of his button-up, and there it is: your ring, the diamond on it sparkling under the glow of the restaurant lights. Your heart swells at the sight, relief flooding your chest.

"I found it at the bar when I was coming back. The bartender turned it in," he explains, while carefully slipping the ring back up at your finger. You can't help but smile affectionately as he adjusts it, feeling the cool metal settle back into place.

"Thank you," You tell him. "I was starting to freak out."

"Don't worry," Wonwoo reassures you, letting his thumb brush over the ring on your finger, before bringing your hand up to plant a kiss on your knuckle. "I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"

You take a moment to collect yourself. As the weight of the situation lifts, you feel a warmth spread through you, not just from the relief but also from the way Wonwoo is looking at you𑁋soft, protective, and so utterly devoted.

"Come on, let's go get some gelato and then head back to the hotel." Wonwoo helps you up from the seat, his hand never leaving your waist as he guides you through the bustling restaurant and back outside.

As you walk together, he never lets go of your hand, instinctively squeezing gently every now and then and drawing lazy shapes on your palm as you wait for your gelato. You catch glimpses of other couples around you, their hands linked in similar gestures, but none feel quite like this.

Wonwoo wasn't much of a public display of affection kind of person, but in these moments, he feels different. And you weren't complaining at all𑁋you love when he's not afraid to remind the world of his affection for you.

After treating yourself with gelato (well, Wonwoo had paid for yours, even when you protested no), both of you make your way back to the hotel. The moment the cool air of the room hits your face, a wave of exhaustion courses through you as you place yourself at the edge of the bed.

"Wow, that was a day," You mutter, leaning over to begin removing your shoes, yet Wonwoo is quick to kneel down before you, gently encouraging your hands away. He helps slip them off your feet with a careful, tender touch. His fingers graze against your skin as he sets your shoes aside.

"There," he says with a small smile, looking up at you. "Better?"

You nod, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to ease. "Much better, thank you."

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he stands back up to sit himself down on the bed right behind you, the mattress dipping with his weight. The warmth from his body presses against your back, his hands coming up to caress up and down your arm.

His breath hits the skin of your nape, and that alone was enough to send goosebumps surging through you. He's awfully close to you now, close enough that his lips are just barely ghosting your skin.

He trails his fingers from your shoulder down to your wrist, and you can't help but shiver when he leans in, his lips landing a featherlight kiss to the top of your shoulder, then slowly, they trail up to the curve of your neck, planting brief, lingering kisses that make you melt in his hold.

"Won..." You whisper, your voice nearly lost in the quiet of the room.

Wonwoo only hums in response, his lips landing to the sensitive spot right below your ear, and you feel a slight shiver ripple through you, your breath hitching as he pauses there, savouring the closeness.

"You have no idea..." he rasps lowly against your ear. "...how much I love knowing you're mine."

Your breath hitches at that, his words etching like a scar in your mind as his hands come to toy playfully with the strap of the dress you wore, before leisurely bringing it down your shoulder.

You don't even have to look at him to see the subtle smirk to his face, his mouth trailing its way down from your nape and to the delicate curve of your shoulder, where he presses another tender kiss, this time lingering just a bit longer, eliciting a hushed sigh from you.

After a few moments, you shift your body around so that you're facing him, and the heat of his gaze sends your heart racing. Swiftly, he pulls you closer, basically placing you on top of him as your legs straddle his waist.

A nervous giggle tumbles out of you. "Hi."

Wonwoo's face melts into a soft smile. "Hello."

You aren't sure who leans in first, but suddenly your lips are brushing against his. His hands find their way to your waist, fingers pressing gently into your sides as he deepens the kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he breathes against your lips, hands roaming from your waist to the small of your back and pressing you flush against him, erasing any remaining space between you.

After a few more kisses, you pull away slightly, locking a firm gaze with the man right beneath your touch.

"So," You start, an impish look to your face. "You're my husband now."

Wonwoo's lips curve into a smirk, and he raises an eyebrow, leaning back slightly as he holds your gaze. "That seems to be the case."

A light laugh escapes you as you lean in closer, feeling the delicate fabric of his shirt beneath your fingertips. Your eyes drop momentarily to the buttons of his shirt, and without thinking, your fingers instinctively begin to unbutton the first few, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest beneath.

His breath hitches at your touch. "Love..."

"You don't have to hold back, you know," You whisper between kisses, a playful tone to your voice along with a twinge of softness.

Wonwoo sucks in a deep breath at that, reaching up to push some strands of hair behind your ear. All he could do right now is simply stare at you, admire you, knowing damn well he’ll fly to the skies and catch a star if you asked for one.

"I know," he mumbles quietly. "Just want you to be comfortable."

"I am comfortable," You assure him calmly, your fingers still playing with the buttons of his shirt. Each small tug reveals a bit more of him, and you marvel at how his skin glows under the dim light.

For a moment, he studies your expression for any hesitation, before slowly dragging the other strap of your dress down your arm, exposing more of your skin to him to worship, to map out with the tender graze of his fingertips, almost as if he’s tracing constellations on your skin. The chill of the hotel rooms sends goosebumps dancing down your body, but his warmth quickly envelops you as he leans down, peppering loving kisses along your collarbone.

"You're beautiful," he mutters, letting his hands glide over your skin, tiny sparks emitting from his fingertips. His words drip of adoration. "Can I?"

You take note of the way his mouth twitches up into a satisfied grin when he looks back up at you. Even with all the longing he's showing you right now in the way he's holding you, touching you, there's still that undeniable softness that hasn't seemed to lose its spark since he's laid eyes on you all those years ago.

"You can," You answer simply. "You can have me."

Your words send a shudder through him, his heart pounding against his ribcage at the invitation.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" A breathless laugh escapes his lips as he captures your chin gently with his hand.

This only brings a smirk to your face.

"Then let me be your heaven."

That's all it takes. Wonwoo knows that he's playing with fire, but getting burned by you is a risk he's more than willing to fuel.

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Psycho | j.ww (teaser)

synopsis ➳ a new threat has showed up, one wonwoo thought he got rid of. this time, you are entangled into the mess and it is bound to get bloody. good thing wonwoo is there to help you bury past demons that you didn't even know existed.

pairing ➳ psycho!wonwoo x therapist!fem reader

genre ➳ dark romance, smut, gore, halloween au.

word count ➳ 6k (estimated)

release date ➳ 31st October

Note: this is the epilogue to bloodliy safe and game on! so reading these stories first is a must.

Suddenly, you realise there is blood everywhere.

On your hands, your face, your dress, the carpet and the floor.

Shaking like a leaf, you look at your right hand which is painted red. The blood coats your fingers, thick and heavy, the metallic smell of the liquid wafting in the air suddenly too strong for you to bear.

Despite not wanting to cast your eyes on the body of the lifeless man lying in front of you, your eyes shift to it and the unsettlingly blank look in the corpse’s eyes locks you in a trance as you sit on the floor, shuddering.

The events of the last few minutes start replaying in your head and with the passing of each second, the reality and the gravity of your actions begin to sink in.

You just killed a man.

A/N: i'm still working on this so i am only hoping i'll be able to upload this on time sksjsj. i absolutely cannot wait to share this beauty with you! and unfortunately i will not be making a tag list because this app always crashes when i try to tag people, so yeah. i hope you all anticipate this and as always, like and reblog. toodles!

[ylangelegy]

it's the same old story, no matter how you spin it. maybe first love!wonwoo is the son of your mom's friend. maybe he's the boy down the street or the guy in the back of the classroom. hell, he could even just be the one you see on your daily commute; the familiar face in a crowd of hundreds. whoever he is, the feeling is the same.

you will think first love!wonwoo is perfect, because that's the appeal and the illusion of loves like these. the less you know, the better. in your head, he is everything you want him to be. he does everything right. you daydream of him treating you right.

first love!wonwoo, once you get to know him, has his own fair share of his flaws. he's private. he tires out easily. he values his own time more than anything.

but first love!wonwoo is still everything and more. always polite, sweet in all the right places. he doesn't lead you on, no. he's just a genuinely nice guy who will maybe start to see you as a friend; who will maybe start to acknowledge you, if he's more of the stranger-on-the-train type.

you're done for, the first time that you make first love!wonwoo smile. really smile. it's been closed lip, camera-ready grins so far. but then you do or say something that catches him off-guard, and a hint of those upper teeth come to the fore as he laughs, and you're done for.

the thing about first loves, though, is that we rarely do anything about them. they are shallow, fickle things, borne out of the need to see something pretty, to yearn without consequence. that's how you adore first love!wonwoo— with no expectations, with the innocence of someone who is happy to live for the hope of it all.

in the far future, you'll talk about first love!wonwoo fondly. it's not an embarrassing story to tell. he has the looks, after all, and the personality that justifies your feelings. when others get a glimpse of him, get to know him, they will know just how damn valid you are. wonwoo would have been their first love, too.

in the far future, maybe your paths will cross again. and maybe, now that you're older and hopefully wiser, you'll have the courage you never had before. "i think you were my first love," you'll tell wonwoo with a shy laugh, a small smile.

in the far future, first love!wonwoo will raise his eyebrows, as if to say oh?

it doesn't matter how the story starts. it always ends the same way: you, not knowing that first love!wonwoo's first love had been you.

[vanesycho]

Hey! Can I request a wonwoo size kink with a lot of details pleaseee , by the way I love your writings so much keep it up <3

thank you for your nice comment and request🤍🤍🫶🏻

Warning:Smut, a little fingering, p in v, dirty talk

wc:1,2k

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“Do you need help?” You reached for the cup you were trying to reach on your tiptoes again, rolling your eyes. “This is the third time I’ve said it, no.” Wonwoo’s chuckle reached your ear, he leaned back and watched you more comfortably. It was always his favorite to tease you about this, unlike you. He lowered his eyes and ran them down your body a little, even his shirt seemed long to you but he looked carefully at your hips that were exposed because you were reaching, he licked his lips and took a deep breath.

He then stood up, when you felt a figure behind you, you pulled your hand away, Wonwoo took the cup for you and placed it on the counter, leaning towards your ear, pulling your hair and exposing your neck. “You’re so cute when you’re forced like this.” You took the cup and poured yourself your coffee. “I don’t want to be cute, I want to make coffee, besides, what’s so cute about being forced?” he grinned, slightly lifting the shirt you were wearing up, and started caressing your leg with slow movements. “What’s so cute? Put down your coffee so I can show you.” you turned around, caught between Wonwoo and the counter, you lifted your head to look at him, he grabbed you by the waist and easily sat you on the counter. You shivered momentarily when the cold counter made contact with your skin, he smiled softly at your reaction and spread your legs, getting in between you.

His hand started to caress your thigh, when he went to your underwear you swallowed hard, he slid your panties aside and started to caress your pussy slowly "Wonwoo.." you were going to ask him to stop but before you could continue he put a finger inside you, he didn't take his eyes off you, laughed with pleasure when you let out a loud moan. "You can even hardly wrap one finger, so fucking tight, so what are you going to do when I put my dick in? Hm?" you couldn't answer, his finger moved slowly inside you, curling inside and all your wetness wrapped around his finger. Then he pulled his finger out "Take off your panties and shirt." The words he said so seriously gave you goosebumps, you didn't hesitate and took off, and soon you were completely naked.

He lowered you off the counter and his hand went to your hips, his big hand wrapped easily around your tiny hips and he moaned slightly between his breaths "Turn around, baby." you swallowed, looking at him. “W-wonwoo, wait a second-” he grabbed your chin and made you look into his eyes. “You want to go against me when you can barely take my cock in your tiny pussy? Do you want me to be rougher? That’ll only work for me.” you swallowed hard, turning around as his attitude stirred something inside you. Wonwoo put a smirk on his face and bent you over the counter. He clasped your hands behind your back, easily wrapping both of your wrists with one hand.

He then pushed the tip inside you, you held your breath for a moment, he watched as he slowly pushed more inside, watched your small body, how your wrists disappeared into his hand, your tiny ass, licking his lips once more. “You feel so good…Fuck you’re still tight every time, or am I not fucking you hard enough?” You opened your mouth to speak but it turned into a scream when he quickly pushed the rest of his cock in, you whimpered and tried to speak. “Wait- please…This is too much, I-I can’t,” he waited inside you for a moment, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Of course you can baby, like you did before, hm? Now stop complaining.” He started to move inside you, your moans and whimpers tearing up with each movement making Wonwoo smile, he loved the sounds you made in pain every time, he loved how tiny you were under him, barely taking his cock inside you. He loved destroying you and then whispering sweet nothings to you afterwards as if he hadn’t done any of it. One of his hands wrapped around your wrists while the other went to your waist and held it tightly. He started to enter with harder movements, your breathing quickened, and he looked at how your hips moved with each movement.

He didn't rush, he always loved to feel you fully, he would first focus on the pleasure he would receive, how your tight and tiny pussy would wrap around him beautifully, and when he got his pleasure, he would continue as he wanted and then make you cum easily. He gave your pussy another hard stroke, threw his head back and moaned deeply, looked at you again, adjusted his glasses that were slightly lowered and sped up his movements. All you did was moan his name under him, as if his big cock was making you forget to talk every time.

He brought his hand on your waist to your shoulder and made you sit up a little, he moved closer while still holding your hands behind him and bit your neck. "Please..." you felt him grin between his kisses on your neck, his deep voice reached your ears, sending shivers through your body "Please what baby? Are you in such a tight spot that you can't even talk? Is my cock destroying you that much?" he grinned as each of his questions remained unanswered, your moans increased as his strokes reached your point of pleasure "Wonwoo... I'm close- please.." he listened to how you spoke with difficulty between your whimpering, he understood anyway and pushed you back onto the counter lightly.

His strokes became faster, still the same hardness. Your body sounds enveloped the kitchen, the pleasure was so much that you realized your eyes were filled with tears, your pussy tightened, Wonwoo muttered a curse, he felt he was close and continued his movements without slowing down to give you what you wanted too. He watched as your juices mixed together, watching your pussy drip. “Oh fuck-” Wonwoo swallowed hard, his movements continuing a few more times before your body tensed and you finally came. Wonwoo watched with a grin as your cum slid between your legs, pulling his cock out of you and cumming on your ass. He brought his hand up and started stroking you, you barely able to get yourself into an upright position. Turned to him when you heard Wonwoo's laugh, his smile widening when he realized how fucked you were and he leaned in close and kissed you on the lips. “Are you okay, baby?”

You looked up at him with tired eyes, turning back to your coffee on the counter and whimpering. “All I wanted was a cup of coffee, geez…” a loud laugh echoed through the kitchen as Wonwoo pulled you closer to him, making you rest your head on his chest. He enjoyed how easily you disappeared into his arms once again, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as your naked bodies brushed against each other. He then easily picked you up. "Let’s go to bed and tuck you in, my little baby. I promise I’ll make you a better cup of coffee.”