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rubyuji · 3 months ago

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In Every Frame, You (Jeon Wonwoo) ˙✧˖📷⋆

“You know he looks at you different, right?” 🎞˙✧˖°⋆｡˚

Genre: Slowburn, Open ending

AU: Highschool!au

Pairing: Photographer!Wonwoo x Afab!Photographer!Reader

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Some love stories don’t need big moments—just the right ones, quietly captured. Tender slow-burn buzzing beneath the surface told in glances, near touches, and moments that almost pass unnoticed. In the quiet rhythm of working behind the scenes and shared silences, two souls begin to orbit each other—capturing something real before either of them fully realize it’s happening.

Notes: This is based on a true story, probably because it reflects my current situation with my crush. It feels like standard cliché fanfic with how this connection is developing, so I thought why not write one about Wonwoo since I miss him but also because my crush had always reminded me of Wonwoo. (This fic is open ended because I will base it off what happens in my real life so there will be a follow up fic in the next few months or so, depending on my situation lmao ;;) UPDATE: he was outed as a weirdo so we have no follow up sorry guys

W.C: 7.9k

It started at a school sports event practice. Late afternoon, golden light. The kind of hour that makes the world feel softer, like everything’s been dipped in honey.

You hadn’t planned to stay long. You weren’t even taking photos—your camera was still at home, resting on your desk like it knew this wasn’t a moment to capture through a lens.

This was one of those rare afternoons where you just… observed. No role to play. No one to impress. Just you, the sun, the quiet hum of sneakers on asphalt, and a crowd that blurred at the edges.

That’s when you noticed him.

He wasn’t on the field. He wasn’t cheering. He was just… watching, the same way you were—seated a few rows down the bleachers, back straight, eyes sharp behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses. There was something still about him like he knew how to hold space without needing to fill it.

And then, he looked up. Right at you.

The moment stretched—just long enough to feel like a flicker in time, not long enough to be certain it happened.

You looked away first. Or maybe he did. You’re not sure. But what you are sure of is this: something in you clicked.

Not in a thunderbolt way. Not loud, not sudden. Just… a quiet spark. A thud in your chest that didn’t hurt. A softness that settled in your lungs.

You didn’t know his name. You’d never seen him around before, or at least, you thought you hadn’t.

But from that day on, you kept running into him.

In hallways. In the cafeteria. At the back of the media lab when you went in to borrow a mic. He never said much. Sometimes he didn’t say anything at all. But he always looked.

Not in a lingering, obvious way. In a curious, caught-off-guard kind of way. Like he was surprised to see you again, every time.

And yet, it didn’t feel new. That was the strange part.

Even on that first day, you didn’t feel like you were seeing him for the first time—you felt like you were remembering him.

You never believed in fate. Still don’t. But after a while, it started to feel like the universe had quietly decided to fold him into your day-to-day life. Like he belonged there.

Not as a plot twist, not as a lead character, but as a presence—steady, quiet, watching you the way he watched the field that day. Like he sees things other people miss.

Like he sees you.

The thing about seeing him often—but never close enough to talk—was that it created a rhythm. Like a song you couldn’t name, but kept humming anyway.

In the weeks that followed that first glance at the bleachers, it was all so unspoken.

Passing each other in the hall. Brief eye contact in the cafeteria when neither of you meant to look up. Standing near each other in the media room while someone else talked too much. You never exchanged more than a nod, a blink, a silence.

And yet—he stayed with you. Quietly. On the way, you started noticing things you wouldn’t have before.

How he stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves. How he always carried his camera in one hand, never both. How he rarely laughed, but when he did, it was the kind that lit up just his eyes.

You told your friends, of course. Or tried to.

“Wait, who?” Haein had asked, squinting at the crowd from across the lunch table.

“The one with the black hoodie?” Areum guessed. “Isn’t he in the media club or something?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. I don’t know. He’s just… he’s got this quiet thing. Like, background music energy.”

“Are you even sure you like him?”

That was the thing. You weren’t.

Some days you swore your chest fluttered when he was nearby. Other days, you forgot he existed—until you saw him again, and it hit you all at once.

It wasn’t a crush in the way you were used to. No butterflies, no burning need to impress. Just this subtle pull. A strange calm. Like he was a place your mind returned to without realizing it.

But summer came. And with it, distractions.

You threw yourself into life—loud, fast, sun-drenched life. Football games with your cousins. Late-night drives with your friends. Dancing in small towns, letting the music fill the spaces where thoughts of him might’ve lived.

You took so many photos that your gallery blurred together: neon lights, rooftops, coffee foam, beaches, and back seats of cars.

You forgot the way his eyes softened when he looked at you. Forgot the way you once held your breath near him. Forgot to even look for him in crowds.

You were over it. Or at least, you told yourself that.

And it worked. For a while.

But hearts don’t always listen to logic. And feelings—especially the quiet ones—don’t leave. They wait. They change shape, hide in small moments, then resurface when you least expect them.

When school started again, you hadn’t thought of him in weeks.

So when you saw him again—standing by the doorway of your media arts classroom, flipping through the back of a camera—something clicked in your chest.

It was back.

Maybe it never left.

The start of the semester always had a way of hitting you harder than you expected. You were still catching up from the summer’s distractions, settling back into the rhythm of early mornings, late nights, and the low hum of the school routine.

One morning, as you shuffled into class, your mind still caught up in lingering thoughts of football games and beach trips, Mrs. Lee caught your eye from across the room.

Her gaze was sharp, but there was something unusually warm in the way she looked at you. It didn’t take long for her to wave you over.

"Y/N," she called, her tone light yet purposeful.

You paused for a second, unsure if you’d missed something. You’d been in her class long enough to know her to be stern, but this felt… different. You pushed through the small crowd of students, making your way to her desk.

When you reached her side, she gave you a nod toward the back of the room, where Wonwoo was sitting, lost in his own world as he fiddled with his laptop.

He hadn’t noticed you yet.

"I’ve been discussing the media team for the school play with Mr. Kim," she began, her voice low, as though sharing a piece of news that needed careful delivery.

“And I think you’d be perfect for it. You’ve shown such a strong eye for capturing moments, Y/N. The way you approach your photos—thoughtful, intentional—it’s exactly what we need for this project.”

You blinked, surprised. A part of you had always loved capturing moments, but you didn’t think your school’s play would be the place to showcase it. The logistics of it all felt like another world entirely.

“Wait, the play? You want me to work on that?”

She smiled, the lines of her face softening.

“Yes. And I was also thinking of pairing you with someone who has a similar passion for visual storytelling. Someone who could complement your style. I’ve spoken with Wonwoo about it, and he’d be a great fit. He’s quiet, yes—but he’s incredibly detail-oriented. I think you two would work well together.”

You followed her gaze, and for the first time, you really looked at Wonwoo. He was at the back, one arm resting casually on the table, his camera in hand as he adjusted the lens, all while listening intently to whatever the class was discussing.

The way he observed things, always present but never intrusive, always focused but never rushing—it was like he was born to capture the world as it was.

“Wonwoo?” you repeated, unsure if you’d heard her right. “I mean, I guess I can see that. We both like photography, I suppose…”

“Yes,” Mrs. Lee agreed, almost like she’d been expecting this reaction.

“That’s the idea. I think you two balance each other well. You’re both meticulous in your own way but in different ways. It’ll give the media coverage a dynamic that’s just right for the play.”

The thought of working with him—a person you’d barely spoken to outside of shared class projects—made something stir in your chest. Was this a chance to finally get to know him more? Or just another task to complete?

Before you could answer, Mrs. Lee was already scribbling something down in her planner.

“I think you two will get along just fine. Work out the details later. I’ll let Mr. Kim know you’re both on board.”

You nodded, trying to hide the slight discomfort of the situation. The pressure of collaboration was one thing, but the thought of being forced into proximity with Wonwoo, of working alongside him for hours, was… another thing entirely.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. It was just that the idea of feeling too close made your pulse race, even if you hadn’t spoken much at all.

As you looked back toward the back of the room, your eyes briefly met his. That familiar flicker of recognition passed between you two, the same silent exchange that had been happening since that first, accidental moment on the bleachers.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. There was no tension. Just something quiet—like an understanding of the moment.

You looked away first, but that didn’t make the sudden weight in your chest go away. Working with him was one thing; figuring out how you felt about him was entirely different.

“Alright,” you muttered to yourself. “I guess we’ll see how this goes.”

And just like that, everything began to shift again. The subtle pull you’d tried to ignore, the fleeting moments of connection that always seemed to happen just outside the realm of real conversation, were about to become something you couldn’t avoid anymore.

The next few weeks would make everything clearer. Or maybe they’d just complicate things more.

But you couldn’t help but wonder: Was it possible to work alongside him without letting your feelings turn this into something more?

The media team meeting for the school play was nothing like what you’d expected. It wasn’t just about setting up cameras or organizing photo ops; it was about collaboration, ideas being thrown around in every direction, each person’s voice adding something to the whole picture.

You had never been part of a team like this before, but the second you walked into the room, you felt an unexpected sense of belonging.

The group, though diverse, was passionate. They all had their own creative energy, and as soon as Mrs. Lee introduced you as the newest member, you were met with nods and genuine smiles.

"Welcome to the team," one of them, Jiwoo, said as she gave you a reassuring smile. "Excited to work with you."

Another student, Emma, asked if you had any experience with lighting setups for photos, and you nodded, eager to share some of the tricks you’d learned.

It felt good to speak with them. You’d spent most of the summer isolated with your camera, but this was different. There was a kind of warmth to the way they included you, and before long, you were chatting comfortably with everyone.

But through it all, there was Wonwoo. He was still sitting quietly at the far end of the room, absorbed in his own thoughts, taking in everything that was said, his fingers casually flipping through his notebook.

It wasn’t like he was ignoring you—far from it. His gaze would drift over every now and then, always calculating, always observing, but never saying a word.

You could feel his presence even when he wasn’t actively engaged in the conversation.

The contrast between him and the rest of the group—their loud, vibrant energy against his calm, reserved nature—was striking.

You found yourself drawn to him again, but now there was a layer of professionalism between you. You were both part of something bigger, something that didn’t leave much room for personal matters. Or did it?

As the meeting moved forward, ideas were exchanged for how to capture the essence of the play, how to set the right tone.

One person suggested a more dramatic style, using shadows to create tension in the photos. Another wanted to use a more candid approach, showcasing the natural emotions of the cast.

You sat back, quietly listening, when an idea began to form in your mind. The play wasn’t just about the performances; it was about the atmosphere—the raw, fleeting moments of connection between the actors, the way the audience could feel the emotion rather than just see it.

You raised your hand, slightly hesitating before you spoke.

“What if we captured the moments before the curtain rises? Like, the behind-the-scenes interactions, the actors getting into character, those quiet moments of focus? I think it would create a really intimate, personal narrative about the play.”

The room fell quiet for a moment as everyone considered your idea. Jiwoo’s eyebrows lifted, impressed.

“That’s actually a great idea,” she said, her voice warm.

“We’ve never really thought about showing the process behind the scenes. It could bring a new dimension to the whole production.”

The conversation began to pick up again, but then, unexpectedly, a voice broke through, low but certain.

“I agree,” Wonwoo said, his voice almost surprising even to himself. He rarely spoke in group settings, preferring to observe. But the way you spoke about the play, the way you saw it—it resonated with him.

It was the kind of idea he would’ve suggested himself if only he’d been quicker to speak up. He paused and then met your eyes for the briefest of moments, his gaze steady but not unkind.

The air between you two shifted, just a fraction. It was subtle, but you felt it—the connection that had been hovering, just out of reach, suddenly felt tangible.

The moment lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough. Enough for the weight of his words to hang in the air and for you to feel that strange pull, the magnetic force that seemed to always bring you and him together in quiet, unnoticed ways.

You quickly looked away, unsure how to process what had just happened. Everyone else continued discussing the logistics of the project, but at that moment, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had agreed with you, and how easily the words had come from him, as though he’d been waiting to speak all along.

It wasn’t just the idea he had agreed with—it was the subtle way he had acknowledged you. A quiet recognition, like the two of you had just bridged a gap that neither of you could fully explain. And the way he’d looked at you, just for those few seconds, was enough to set something in motion.

Your heart quickened, and you could feel the familiar nerves crawling back to the surface.

Was it possible that this collaboration would bring you closer to him in a way you hadn’t expected?

The rest of the meeting passed by in a blur. You made mental notes of everyone’s ideas, but your mind kept returning to that moment. To Wonwoo’s quiet agreement, and the way his gaze had lingered just a little longer than necessary

The sound of footsteps echoed through the rehearsal hall as you stepped in, your camera bag slung over your shoulder, the weight of it grounding you in this familiar space.

Today’s rehearsal wasn’t for the cast—it was for the media team.

The focus wasn’t on the performers; it was about capturing the essence of their work, the backstage energy, the tension, the raw moments before the spotlight hit.

The team was already gathered in the corner of the hall, talking about shot lists and the schedule for the week. But as soon as you walked in, you felt the familiar weight of eyes on her.

You didn’t even need to look to know who it was.

Wonwoo was there, as usual, positioned on the edge of the group. His posture was relaxed but attentive, his focus sharp as he listened to Jiwoo speak about the lighting setup for the scene.

But it wasn’t just that. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked—just for a second, but long enough for the quiet intensity between you to resurface.

He didn’t speak, but his gaze didn’t waver.

It wasn’t the usual casual look of someone who was just glancing over at a teammate. No, this felt different.

His eyes were searching, almost as if he was taking in every detail of you. And for that moment, it was just the two of you in the room, the buzz of the team’s conversation fading into the background.

You felt the familiar flutter in your chest, a mix of warmth and anxiety. Your feelings for him had come back full force, flooding you in a rush.

You quickly glanced away, pretending to check the time on your phone to avoid his gaze. But the image of him—the way he was always so observant, so still, so effortlessly in control—lingered in your mind.

It was strange, how easily he managed to capture your attention, even when he wasn’t trying. He was quiet, not in an awkward way, but in a way that made you want to know more.

It made you curious, made you wonder what was happening behind his calm exterior. And you were starting to fall for that calmness again.

"Okay, Y/N, what do you think about the positioning for the close-up shots in the next scene?" Jiwoo’s voice snapped you back to reality.

You took a breath and stepped forward, trying to push the distracting thoughts about Wonwoo aside.

"I think the close-up should emphasize the intensity of the moment. Maybe have the light come from the side—play with the shadows, highlight the faces," You suggested, voice steady.

Jiwoo nodded, taking notes, but you could feel the weight of Wonwoo’s gaze again like it was pulling you in.

He hadn’t spoken yet, but you noticed how he had leaned slightly forward, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched you. It wasn’t just about the idea—it was about you.

The conversation continued around you, but all you could focus on was that quiet energy.

How easily it took over the room when he was present. How, despite his silence, his presence felt like a magnet pulling you in, bit by bit.

And then, when Jiwoo asked about something else, you caught him glancing at you again. This time, his gaze lingered even longer.

There was something in his eyes, something that made your pulse quicken. It wasn’t just the familiar intensity—it was the subtle way he looked at you, like he was waiting for you to speak, to open up.

It was a silent invitation, and for the first time, you felt the weight of it.

Your heart raced as she realized that he was still here, in your orbit, and that the feelings you thought you had left behind had only been dormant. But now, they were back—stronger than before. And what was even more confusing was that you weren’t sure if you were ready to face them, or if you even wanted to.

You had told yourself, time and time again, that you were over him. That he was just another passing moment. But the truth was, you couldn’t forget him.

The meeting ended soon after, and as the team began to pack up, you gathered your things slowly.

You didn’t know if it was because of the lingering tension or something else, but you couldn’t seem to leave without one more glance at him.

Wonwoo was still standing there, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—those eyes—followed you as you moved.

Your gazes met again. This time, it wasn’t just a fleeting moment. It was a silent acknowledgment, a quiet understanding.

You weren’t sure what it meant, but you felt like something had shifted. You had always believed that, given enough time, the feelings would fade.

But here, at this moment, in the space between you, you realize that maybe some connections weren’t meant to be forgotten. And that, maybe, this was the start of something you hadn’t planned for.

Rehearsals start to settle into a rhythm—a blur of movement, dialogue, lighting tests, and whispered cues.

You find yourself growing more comfortable around the media team, slowly blending into the background yet always present, your suggestions more frequent, and your laughter more at ease. They’ve become familiar. Safe.

But him? Wonwoo still feels like a question mark.

He’s always nearby—never quite in the center of things, but never far either. He watches, listens, says little. But when he does speak, it lands.

You notice that. And you notice how you’ve started watching for it too.

One afternoon, the team meets to finalize the mock-up of the playbill, flipping through title fonts and cast photos.

You joke offhandedly about the title—The Road Less Traveled—making a snarky comment about how dramatic it sounds.

“Sounds like one of those plays where someone stares into the void for ten minutes and calls it art,” you murmur, half-smirking.

Out of nowhere, you hear him—his voice low and quiet but clear. “A little drama never hurt anyone.”

Your gaze snaps to him. Wonwoo doesn’t look away. A flicker of amusement in his eyes, a shared grin tucked beneath the surface. You quirk an eyebrow, playing along.

“Oh, so you’re the dramatic type?”

He shrugs lightly. “I can brood if I have to.”

You laugh—surprised by how easily it bubbles out of you. That’s new.

The tension between you both shifts after that—no longer just glances and proximity. There’s something being built now, one exchange at a time.

You begin talking more during rehearsals, always about the play, the concept, and the logistics of lighting. But between the lines, there’s a softness. Teasing. Shared humor. A glance held a second too long. The way he leans in slightly when you speak like he doesn’t want to miss anything.

Then comes the teaser shoot.

You’re both involved from the start—scheduling, setting up, and talking through the concept.

The air is thick with excitement and low-key chaos, but even through the noise, you’re aware of him.

The way he listens when you pitch ideas. The way his gaze lingers when you’re focused on your camera.

You tease him about posing too stiffly. He throws a quip back about your “artistic vision.” It’s all playful. But underneath it… something warmer simmers.

You’re careful not to treat him differently, not really. You laugh just as easily with the others. But with him, the spark feels different. Sharper. Quieter.

It’s in the way your shoulders brush as you pass equipment. In how your conversations never have clean endings—they just pause, like they’ll pick back up when you least expect.

Dinner sneaks up on all of you after hours of filming, and you somehow end up next to him again. You don’t even question it this time. It just happens.

The chatter around the table is loud, but it feels like a bubble forms around just the two of you—soft laughter, quiet jokes, the kind of comfort that settles in slowly, like dusk.

“You think Jiwoo’s gonna go full-throttle drama with the trailer?” you ask, tearing into a slice of pizza.

Wonwoo grins, his usual reserved edge softened.

“She’ll probably write a voice-over about chasing destiny or something.”

You laugh, nudging his arm gently. “Over a high school play. Classic.”

There’s a stillness after that. Not awkward. Just… calm. It feels like the eye of a storm—the part where things are quiet enough to notice how close you’ve gotten.

When the night winds down and people start filtering out to cars and carpools, you gather your bag and begin heading to the exit. You're halfway down the steps when you hear his voice again.

“Y/N, wait.”

You stop and glance over your shoulder. He’s already moving toward you, hands in his pockets, that unreadable look on his face.

“We live in the same direction, right?” he asks, gaze steady. “I could drive you home.”

There’s a moment—a single heartbeat—where you feel everything sharpen. Not dramatic. Not sweeping. Just quiet and real. You offer him a smile, one that feels instinctive.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Sure.”

The walk to his car is quiet. But not in the way silence usually is. This one hums with something new. A shared rhythm, an unspoken familiarity that has slowly crept in-between moments.

You glance over once as he drives, watching the streetlights flicker against his profile. He doesn’t say much, but you can feel him listening—feel him aware of you, the way you’ve always been of him.

And somehow, just sitting there beside him, the air between you charged but calm, it feels like the beginning of something.

Even if you don't name it yet.

Finals week is a haze of over-caffeinated nights, too-loud study sessions, and the growing ache of everything winding down. Rehearsals blur together.

Some days people show up; some days, they don’t. Everyone’s just barely hanging on. So when a last-minute promotional shoot for the play is scheduled, and only you and Wonwoo reply with a green checkmark, you already know how it’s going to go before you even show up.

You arrive at the theater first. The space is quieter than usual, sunlight bleeding through the high windows in golden streaks.

You walk the perimeter slowly, your sneakers quiet on the wooden floor, eyes adjusting to the dim warmth of late afternoon. There’s a calmness in the air, the kind that only exists when everyone else is too busy to be present.

You begin setting up—softboxes, reflectors, your camera slung over your shoulder. You hum a little under your breath, not expecting to be heard.

But then he enters.

Wonwoo.

No loud entrance, no announcement. Just the sound of the door creaking and his soft footsteps as he approaches.

“Hey,” he says, and it lands softly between you, almost like a question.

You glance over your shoulder and smile, just a little. “Hey.”

He sets his gear down beside yours like it’s second nature. Like this is something you do—work quietly, side by side, no instructions needed.

The silence is comfortable. You both know what has to get done. You both know how the other works.

For a while, it’s just technical stuff. You check the lighting. He angles the background. You test the shutter. He adjusts a reflector. You barely speak—but then, you never really had to.

It’s only when you take a moment to scroll through your camera settings that he speaks again.

“You color graded the teaser, right?”

You blink, glancing up. “Yeah. Why?”

“It looked… good. Felt intentional.”

Your mouth quirks. “It was. I was chasing that kind of nostalgic but grounded vibe. The way the story feels more in the pauses than the plot.”

He nods. “You pulled that off.”

There’s a beat.

“I picked that up from Dan Winters,” he adds. “His stuff’s all about the in-between.”

“Dan Winters?” you echo.

“Yeah. Photographer. Shoots like… the moments just before someone speaks. Or right after they stop crying. Like he’s not just capturing faces, but everything unsaid.”

You turn your body to face him, curiosity bubbling in your chest. “Is he your favorite?”

“Top three,” he admits. “Also Saul Leiter, for color and distance. And Annie Leibovitz—obviously.”

You chuckle. “Classic.”

He glances sideways at you, a small smile teasing the edge of his lips. “What about you?”

You think for a moment. “Nan Goldin. Her work feels lived in. It’s not beautiful in a posed way, but it lingers. Makes you feel like you accidentally stepped into someone else’s memory.”

He looks at you then. Not a glance—a look. Full, focused, still.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I can see that in your work.”

You stare at him for a second too long, and it startles you when the door opens again.

Your friend walks in—one of the actresses, always a little too observant for her own good. She greets you both casually, rummages through a drawer, but her eyes flit between you and Wonwoo more than necessary.

She doesn’t say much. But the smirk on her face speaks volumes.

Later, as the shoot wraps and you both begin packing up, she comes over under the pretense of grabbing her makeup bag from you. Her voice drops just enough to make it personal.

“You know he looks at you different, right?”

You freeze mid-zip. “What?”

“He doesn’t look at anyone else like that. Not Jiwoo, not anyone. It’s… warmer. Like, soft. Which is gross. And kind of sweet.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart skips anyway. “You’re imagining things.”

She snorts. “Sure I am.”

She walks off without waiting for a response, and you try to focus on rolling up cords, sorting lenses. You’re almost done when Wonwoo finishes tucking away the last tripod and turns to you.

“Need help?”

“I’m good,” you say, but he walks over anyway.

You hand him his camera bag, fingers brushing his as you pass it along. You both freeze for just a second. There’s nothing overt—no gasp, no intense eye contact. But it feels different.

Natural. Like a rhythm you’d slipped into without even realizing. Like you’d done this before.

He meets your eyes. “Thanks.”

You nod, throat a little dry. “Of course.”

And just when you think the moment might end there, he glances down, then back up.

“By the way, that teaser day—Jiwoo and I switched SD cards. Just for the raw footage. Nothing else.”

You blink. You hadn’t asked. But something about him offering that—like he wanted to clarify, like he needed you to know—makes your stomach turn in a way you can’t explain.

“Okay,” you say softly. “Thanks for telling me.”

There’s a pause. Then a small, knowing smile. “Just wanted it to be clear.”

You don’t respond. Just look at him. And for a moment, you wonder how many more things he’s wanted to say but hasn’t.

When you leave that day, the theater is bathed in soft gold, and your friend lingers at the edge of the hallway, waiting to walk with you.

“You looked domestic,” she says as you fall into step.

You blink. “What?”

“When you handed him the bag. It was weird. Like... lived-in. Comfortable.”

You don’t know what to say. So you just look straight ahead, hands in your jacket pockets.

But later that night, as you edit the photos and see the ones he took—photos of you adjusting lighting, half-laughing, in motion—you realize something.

He wasn’t just documenting the play.

He was documenting you.

Rehearsal starts slow, as they usually do. People trickle in late, scripts half-crumpled in their bags, exhaustion hanging in the air like mist.

You settle into your usual spot—middle of the row, just behind the front of the house—with your camera bag beside you, legs crossed under the folds of your black maxi dress. Your white polo slips slightly off one shoulder, the fabric is oversized and familiar. You don’t think much of it.

Until he walks in.

Wonwoo.

And he heads straight for the row behind you—right behind you—and sets down his gear without a word. You can feel the air shift before you even turn around.

He’s wearing a crisp white top. White sneakers and black jeans. You blink.

You look down at your own outfit—white, black. Matching.

Unintentionally. Of course. And yet...

You don’t speak. But your bodies do. In small, quiet ways.

When you reach for your camera, he’s already leaning over, eyes focused on the buttons, adjusting the dial like he knows it better than you do. “Your shutter speed’s off,” he murmurs.

You move your hand to take it from him—brush.

His fingers graze yours. Light. Deliberate. A breath between touch and hold. You freeze for half a second, and so does he, but neither of you pulls away. Not immediately.

He forgot to charge his camera, you realize. But he says it like a confession, not an excuse. And for some reason, it makes your stomach flip.

He scrolls through your photos as you lean in to look—but he never hands you the camera. Not like he does with others. With them, you’ve seen him pass the camera without a second thought.

But with you, he keeps it close.

You catch your reflection on the dark screen of the monitor—your face right next to his. Leaning in, close enough that if you turned just slightly…

You swallow the thought.

Around you, people are noticing.

You catch your friend’s raised eyebrows across the row, a small smirk forming on her lips. You pretend not to see. Pretend not to notice how everything about him feels louder today—the way your arms brush when you both shift simultaneously, the way you both turn your heads in perfect sync.

A dance you didn’t rehearse.

At one point, you both end up standing in the same pose without realizing it—arms crossed, leaning back against the wall—and when your eyes meet, it’s like the room disappears.

The conversation stays light, but your heart feels anything but.

He gives you more tips, softer this time. His voice drops when it’s just for you. And you mirror him, effortlessly. Like you’ve found the same rhythm, the same lens to see things through.

Your friend says you don’t treat him differently.

And maybe you don’t—not on purpose.

But you know you do.

In the way, you tilt your head when he speaks. The way your eyes linger longer on him than anyone else. The way you memorize the cadence of his voice. The way you laugh—just a little more softly when it’s with him.

You’ve both been walking around this invisible thread for so long now. But here, under the harsh lights of rehearsal, between lens flares and whispered notes, you realize:

He sees you too.

Not just through the camera.

But like this.

Like whatever’s building between you exists even when no one’s looking.

Even when you're pretending it doesn’t.

The day feels off.

Maybe it’s the weight of deadlines. Maybe it’s the exhaustion in your shoulders from days of late-night edits and early call times. Or maybe—if you’re being honest with yourself—it’s that he’s not around.

Wonwoo didn’t show up to rehearsals today. You heard something about him helping with a different department—lighting, maybe, or editing final cuts for the teaser. Logical. Understandable. Still… noticeable.

Because you’ve gotten used to the way his presence anchors the room.

You don’t realize how often your eyes wander to where he usually sits until there’s nothing to find. And when the meeting ends, you find yourself walking slower. Lingering. Waiting for something—someone—to appear.

But he never does.

So you stay in your lane. You smile at your friends. You take a few photos. You play your part.

Still, you carry this restlessness home with you like static in your chest.

Later, while heading to the admin building to return a lens, your footsteps echo in the empty hallway. The golden hour sun spills through the windows, pooling onto the floors like spilled light. You don’t expect to see anyone.

And then—you do.

Wonwoo.

Just ahead, turning the corner at the far end of the hallway, walking toward you with quiet purpose. He’s alone. His hands are tucked into his jacket pockets. Earbuds hanging around his neck.

Time slows.

You notice the way his eyes find yours almost immediately. No hesitation. No looking away.

You don’t speak.

You just look at each other, and the silence becomes its own language—heavy with all the unspoken things, all the almosts.

There’s an ache behind your ribs that you can’t quite name. Because in this one moment, it feels like everything is balanced on a string—tight and fragile and impossibly close to snapping.

You think about saying hi.

You think about smiling, teasing him for disappearing all day. You think about asking what he was working on or if he needs help or if he missed being around the team today.

You even open your mouth slightly.

But then…

You look down.

You walk past.

And he does too.

Your shoulders brush as you pass. Not enough to be intentional—but not completely accidental, either. He smells faintly like cedar and something warm and familiar. You wonder if he turned his head to look back.

You don’t.

Not until it’s too late.

That night, you lie in bed staring at the ceiling.

You replay the moment like it’s a scene from a film you can’t stop watching. You remember the look in his eyes. How it held you in place. How you wanted to move—say something, anything—but your body refused to betray your heart’s urgency.

You think about how close you are to something that still doesn’t have a name.

And you promise yourself—next time.

Next time, you won’t let it pass.

Even if your voice shakes. Even if it’s just a smile.

Because you can’t afford too many more missed moments with him.

Not when every one of them stays with you like this.

It’s nearly midnight when you finally call her.

The moment replays in your head like a stuck record—those few seconds in the hallway where time stretched thin between you and Wonwoo, thick with everything unsaid. You’ve tossed and turned for hours, your phone screen lighting up the darkness as you scroll through nothing. So you do what any girl in emotional chaos does: you call your best friend.

She picks up on the second ring.

“You sound dramatic already,” she teases, voice groggy but amused.

“Because I am,” you sigh, flopping deeper into your pillow. “I saw him.”

She doesn’t even ask who. She knows.

“Did you talk?”

“No,” you groan, dragging the word out. “We just—looked at each other. Like full-on eye contact. And I was gonna say something, I swear. But I choked. I completely chickened out.”

There’s a pause before she laughs softly. “You’re so unserious. You’ve literally talked to him before.”

“Yeah, but not like that. This moment was different. It was… cinematic.”

“Everything’s cinematic to you.”

“You’re not helping.”

“No, but I am entertained,” she says, and you can hear the smile in her voice. “Also, not to add fuel to your lovesick fire, but have you seen yourself lately?”

You blink, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… there’s a glow. You’ve been walking around like you’re in a perfume ad. All soft and floaty. It’s like—you’ve always been pretty, but now? It’s like your confidence is blooming out of your skin.”

You scoff. “That’s dramatic.”

“Is it though? You used to dodge the camera like it was cursed, and now you’re letting people take candids of you. You used to be all sharp edges and ‘don’t look at me,’ and now your smile literally reaches your eyes. You’re glowing, babe.”

You go quiet for a beat, biting back a shy grin. “Okay, but that’s not all because of him.”

“No, it’s not,” she agrees. “But don’t lie and say he didn’t help. We all see it—how you soften when he’s around. How you carry yourself differently. How… feminine you’ve become.”

That word hangs in the air like a ribbon. Feminine.

And you feel it. Not in the way you dress or speak—but in how you feel inside your body lately. Less guarded. More open. More you.

“I think… I feel safe with him,” you admit quietly. “Even when we’re not speaking. Even in silence. It’s like he sees me. And I see him.”

She exhales like she’s been waiting for you to say that.

“Then next time,” she says gently, “don’t look away.”

You see him the very next day.

He’s already there when you walk into the rehearsal room, hunched over his camera bag in the far corner, sleeves rolled up, fingers adjusting dials like second nature.

For a second, you hesitate. Not because anything is wrong, but because everything feels heightened after the hallway moment. The weight of the silence, the brush of something unspoken still hanging between you like fog.

People are everywhere—laughing, greeting each other, shifting through costumes and scripts—but your eyes land on him instantly.

You don’t make a move right away. You float. You hover. But eventually, your steps guide you to him naturally. Like you always knew you’d end up here.

“Hey,” you say softly, eyes flicking to the camera in his hands.

He looks up, smile flickering across his face like a secret sunrise. “Hey.”

There’s a pause. A comfortable one. You point toward the lens. “Can I try it?”

Without hesitation, he nods and passes it to you. “Yeah. Just—here, let me show you.”

His hands find yours briefly, not lingering too long, but long enough for your breath to catch. His fingers brush over your knuckles as he helps guide the settings. His voice is low and steady, explaining shutter speed, aperture, ISO. But you’re not sure you’re absorbing any of it.

You take a few photos—of props, people milling about, the dim lighting of the room—and hand it back to him.

He studies the shots, then glances sideways at you. “Your shutter speed’s a little slow,” he observes quietly, tapping the preview screen. “But… it kind of works. Gives it that blurred, dreamy feeling.”

You shrug, trying to hide your smile. “Maybe I like things dreamy.”

He huffs a small laugh. “Makes sense.”

You don’t expect it, but halfway through the run-through, as the actors block their scenes and your team quietly captures the process, Wonwoo steps up to you and leans in just slightly. “Hey—I’m stepping out for a bit. Just grabbing something. I’ll be back.”

You blink. He doesn’t owe you that information. You’re not his keeper.

But he told you anyway.

You nod. “Okay.”

And just like that, he’s out the door, leaving you blinking in his absence, heart skipping a little at the odd weight of his words.

When rehearsal ends, the atmosphere shifts—lighter, more playful. You chat with some of the cast, laugh at a misplaced prop, tease the director. Wonwoo returns not long after, slipping back into the room as quietly as he left. You find yourselves near each other again, your conversations casual, threaded with inside jokes and that familiar, teasing rhythm that only the two of you seem to fall into.

He’s packing up his things when you realize someone from the media team left her camera by your feet.

“Ugh,” you groan to your actor friends nearby. “I have to go all the way to the sixth floor just to give this back.”

They offer sympathy. One jokes about charging a delivery fee. You laugh, wave them off, and start to gather your things. But before you go, your eyes instinctively find Wonwoo’s.

“Bye,” you say to everyone—and then to him.

“Bye,” he murmurs back, smile soft but unreadable.

You step out of the theater and catch the media member just outside. She thanks you for the camera, and you’re about to head down the hall when—

“Y/N!”

You freeze.

It’s his voice—clear, loud, carrying through the corridor like a thread pulling tight. You turn around and see Wonwoo jogging a few steps in your direction.

“Did you get to give it back?” he asks, slightly breathless.

You nod, confused but flustered. “Yeah, I just did.”

“Okay,” he says. That’s all. Just… okay.

You smile again, heart buzzing. “Bye again,” you say with a playful edge.

“Bye,” he echoes, but this time there’s a hint of something warmer behind it.

You turn and walk away, the sound of your name still ringing in your ears. You try to play it cool, but your chest is blooming.

There was no reason for him to call after you.

And yet—he did.

You thought the last rehearsal would be the final thread holding the two of you together—at least officially. Summer was around the corner.

Final projects, last-minute submissions, yearbooks being signed. You were preparing yourself to let it all go. Not in a dramatic way—just in that bittersweet, slow-sinking way of something beautiful coming to an end.

And then came the announcement.

A teacher from a different department—one who always had a knack for roping in the creative kids—stopped by the theater during cleanup. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on you and Wonwoo, both crouched near the stage packing up cables.

“Ah, perfect,” she said. “You two. I’ve been meaning to catch you.”

You both looked up at the same time.

“There’s a school-wide exhibit coming up for the art and design program. We’re collaborating with a few other departments for a showcase… installations, student projects, performances. It’s a pretty big deal. And we need solid documentation and marketing this time around.”

You didn’t even have time to ask before she continued.

“I’ve already spoken to your teacher—he told me about the work you two did for the play. Said you were a good pair. So we want you two onboard.”

Wonwoo’s brows lifted slightly. He glanced at you. You blinked back, heart thudding.

“I’d like you, Y/N, to take on the Head of Marketing position for this,” she added, tapping the clipboard in her hand.

“You’ve got the eye and the leadership. Wonwoo, you’d be working with her closely on all things media—teasers, photo documentation, day-of coverage. You two work well together.”

You swallowed. “Okay… sure. That sounds great.”

Wonwoo simply nodded beside you. “I’m in.”

“Fantastic,” the teacher beamed. “We’ll send out the formal schedule and assignments by next week. But consider yourselves part of the core team. Oh—and this runs through early July.”

July.

You barely caught the rest of her words, your thoughts already drifting. This wasn’t just a post-grad event. This meant more late nights. More creative meetings. More hallway encounters and shared glances over camera screens.

You and Wonwoo were still going to be working together.

After she left, you sat back on your heels, pretending to tie your shoe while the theater buzzed around you.

Wonwoo shifted beside you. “Didn’t expect that,” he murmured.

You looked at him. “Nope. But… I’m not complaining.”

His lips twitched, a quiet smile tugging at the corner. “Me neither.”

And just like that, the next chapter started writing itself—quietly, naturally, as if the universe had decided your story wasn’t finished yet.

Not even close.

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avianyuh · 5 months ago

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Soulmates | Jeon Wonwoo

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“I think you’re my soulmate.” He said, our fingers intertwined as we lay side by side on his bed. He had his circle framed glasses on and the light from the bedside lamp reflected off of his lenses. The blinds were drawn up, but all you could see was darkness outside.

Normally, soulmates are viewed as some cheesy concept. Something stupid you’d say when you’re a teenager. But why? Don’t we all want to meet someone that feels so perfect. Almost like that person was specifically made for you?

I think back to all of the times we’d find ourselves saying the same things. Or he’d recommend a book to me that I had already read.

The times I’d glance at him and know exactly what was on his mind.

The way we communicate by squeezing each other’s hands to let the other know if we want to stay out or go home.

All the times he’s gone for work. Weeks at a time where we don’t see each other. I know he'll come back but always find it hard to fall asleep during those times. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, he still always found the time to send a text to check in, or sneak away to call. He’ll ask if I’m okay and if I’ve been eating enough… And though I act annoyed, I secretly love that he cares.

In response to his confession, I turn my body onto my side so I'm fully looking at him now. Our hands are still glued together. "Yeah" I smile. "I think you're my soulmate too." Eyes locked on his as I plant my lips on his own. His kisses are always so familiar, yet delicate.

So there I am, in my boyfriend's bed with his lips on mine and I know there will never be another moment in time like this. Another time where I feel as wanted and as safe as I do right now.

But that’s what a soulmate is, your better half. The one person in the entire world who completes you. Who puts your mind at ease. The one you will always find your way back to time and time again.

{A/N: Happy Valentines babes. Sorry I haven't posted much but just as I anticipated, I've been busy with school. I wanted to write something romantic for V Day and i have no manz at the moment and was a little in my feels about that😓 But I love Wonwoo in his circle lenses so I found a way to mention those lmao. Also I started a Substack (literally signed up today) to write on so I have a place to post my non fanfic content/stories. I'll link that in my bio pretty soon if anyone would like to read anything over there (it's free) Just subscribing to be on the email list would really help me and since I have over 700 followers on here I thought it'd be worth a shot to mention it. But anyways, most likely by the end of the month, I'll have up DK as a boyfriend. If not the end of the month then early March. Okay, as always, I love you and mwahhhhh💋}

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonu #jeon wonu #seventeen #seventeen headcanons #seventeen as boyfriends #wonwoo as a boyfriend #svt #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #svt headcanons #seventeen blurbs

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hannyoontify · 2 years ago

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new years kiss w seventeen

warnings | none

notes | ignore the fact that this was like three days late

seungcheol, hoshi, mingyu, dokyeom

he needs to be dramatic about it

it's your first kiss of the year!! ofc it's gotta be special

he'll probably take you to an event where there's fireworks and a countdown

he'll be so excited the entire time he's there

when the people around you start counting down, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and dip you for a kiss just as the clock strikes midnight

omg or or or

you guys have some space so he twirls you around like those couples in those tiktoks and tug your arm so you end up in his embrace and then he'll dip you and dramatically kiss you

UAGHJDDKLJG

and you KNOW he's been looking forward to this and planning this all year

he'll only come up for air cuz you're giggling so much

look at you afterwards with a bright, lovesick smile and press another peck to your lips before whispering "happy new years baby"

jeonghan, wonwoo, woozi, the8, vernon

rather than going out, the two of you continue your annual tradition of watching the same movie every year/reading/playing a game/(insert here)

you're just eating and talking and hanging out until the clock strikes midnight

even then, you don't look at the clock the two of you just guess based on the sudden burst of fireworks that you hear

you guys are too tired to even check if it's actually the new year

he scooches closer to you and slowly lowers his lips to touch yours

the fireworks in your stomach replicate the ones going off outside of your home

once the fireworks (outside) have quieted down a bit, he'll pull away with a shy smile

"happy new years, love"

joshua, jun, seungkwan, dino

*clears throat* lemme set the scene for y'all

you guys are at a party

some new years party that your friend of a friend's brother's cousin's girlfriend is hosting and you and your boyfriend just happened to be invited to

the two of you drift away from each other for most of the party as you guys interact and catch up with old faces

until people start counting down and he starts to frantically scour and search the room

like my boy's (gently) pushing people aside to try and look for you

is he a little drunk? maybe but he's set on finding you and kissing to you start a new year

luckily he manages to find you just as people are counting down '3... 2...'

with a sly(?) grin, he'll grab your waist with one hand, a drink in the other

and pull you in for a kiss '...1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'

AUGHASDLKGJSL

"happy new years honey.. here's to another year of us"

bonus: hoshi, dokyeom, jeonghan(? is a 50/50)

"is it just me or does it feel like 2023 was just yesterday"

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

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sweetkpopmusings · 2 years ago

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how they feel before they know it's love with seventeen <3

a/n: i'm genuinely obsessed with "i don't understand but i luv u" like i have been listening nonstop since it dropped and i cannot get enough <333 i thought it'd be cute to do a lil post somewhat inspired by the song, so here it is !! i hope you find some comfort in the sweetness of these :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, sentimental and cute vibes only | wc: 2.6k | warnings: none really! | pairing: seventeen x gn!reader | requests: open

seungcheol♡‧₊˚

seungcheol, as a leader, knows how to step back and support his members, even when it comes to holding back what he wants to say to let the others continue the excited conversation. with you, it was an entirely different story. it’s not that he ever spoke over you–he would never dream of such a thing–but he talked with you nonstop. there was an effortless exuberance in your conversations because he knew that you’d always listen to him. anything, truly anything, that popped into seungcheol’s head was something he wanted to share with you. sometimes he worried that he was annoying you with his endless chatter, but speaking his mind to you was instinctive. he wanted to share every one of his thoughts and perspectives with you because he wanted you to have all of him. every word he said to you was filled with a deep desire to share himself with you. the vulnerability that flowed through each conversation with you convinced him that maybe, just maybe, there were some important words he had not said to you yet.

jeonghan♡‧₊˚

jeonghan’s an extremely caring person. everyone knows that about him, but his thoughtfulness towards you went to a whole different level. he thought of you first for everything. everything. he could be on tour and trying a new drink, and the first thing that would pop into his head is “y/n would love this drink.” he did not care that you were hundreds of miles away from him; at that moment, all he would want to do is send you the drink in his hand, so you could try it and then tell him what you think about it. he never realized thought of you constantly until one of his members–probably joshua–pointed out how he always said your name in conversations or bought two of everything just in case. jeonghan would never intentionally try to bring you up, nor was he aware of how he ended up with duplicates of small items. in truth, your name was always on the tip of his tongue, and you were always on his mind. one day soon, something else would be on the tip of his tongue when he said your name.

joshua♡‧₊˚

joshua tried to play it cool, but he was fascinated by you as soon as he laid eyes on you. the nuances of how you speak, the gestures you make when you’re telling a story, and the way your favorite songs exposed the most important parts of you–shua was obsessed with memorizing each of these things. when something about you was engraved in his mind, he would show you he knew it by teasing you. his imitations or remarks were always spot on, but they clearly came from a place of fondness and attention. he teased you effortlessly with a soft smile and a sparkle in his eyes, something that made you melt each time. he wasn’t aware of the look on his face or the tone of his voice because the adoration came out so naturally when he was with you. if other people were around when shua poked fun at you, it was completely obvious to them what he was actually saying when he flawlessly imitated your facial expressions while telling a funny story from when you two went to a coffee shop over the weekend. even before either of you could put words to it, you could clearly feel the love behind every teasing jab.

junhui♡‧₊˚

junhui is so very unique, and that shines through in the way he treats you. from the moment he met you, he felt a very intense urge to make you smile. he thought about you constantly, and, one day while shopping around in a random city the day before a show, he found a small figurine that reminded him of you. he was so excited to give it to you that he couldn’t stop smiling every time he looked at it. from that point forward, he collected small trinkets and keepsakes for you, as a way to bring you a little burst of joy, even when he was away. sometimes he bought them, and other times he would just hold onto a sticker from a music shop you went to together, giving it to you when he was proud of you for a specific accomplishment. to junhui, it only made sense to write you a little note with your favorite jokes and hide it in your bag for whenever you had a bad day and needed a pick-me-up. through each thoughtful gift, it became clear that he wanted to give you the world, and junhui most certainly would, one snowglobe and ticket stub at a time.

soonyoung♡‧₊˚

soonyoung always felt strongly about you, so he never really stopped to put an exact word to it. how he felt about and with you was something special, something only shared between you two. it was just the world you lived in together, and, in his mind, there was no reason to analyze his natural state of existence when it felt as wonderful as life did with you in it. one thing, however, that made his head feel light and his stomach feel frenzied was a new habit he developed after he met you. whenever he said something funny, even the smallest comment that made someone else laugh, he immediately had to tell you. he’d call you, send you a voice message, or rush over to you from across the room, just to tell you the story and repeat his silly little joke. soonyoung, from the first time he ever heard you laugh, knew that he needed to see that smile on your face and hear that sound fall from your lips every chance he got. he wasn’t quite sure what to call that. soon enough though, he’d figure out how to express his deepest feeling for you with words that weren’t tied to a punchline.

wonwoo♡‧₊˚

wonwoo always excelled at observing everyone and everything around him. after he met you, however, most of what he saw, heard, tasted, smelled, and touched made him think of you. everywhere he went, something reminded him of you, and he’d always smile. the shoes a stranger on the subway was wearing could be similar to a pair he saw you in the other week. maybe, in the back of the restaurant he ate at with friends after a long day of work, there was someone who ordered a drink he’d ordered for you a hundred times. no matter where he was, what he was doing, or whom he was with, wonwoo found something in his surroundings that tied him back to you. even when you two were together, you’d catch him smiling in a quiet moment. he’d brush it off, say “it’s nothing; i’m just happy to be here,” but, really, he’d want to say “the sound of the car horn made me think of that movie we watched together a few weeks ago, and every time i think of you i feel so comforted and happy, like nothing could ever go wrong.” he’d stay quiet, pondering what it truly meant to always find you in his surroundings regardless of the distance between you, and he’d squeeze your hand a little tighter as he discovered the answer.

jihoon♡‧₊˚

it was extremely easy for jihoon to find inspiration for his music from you. what he didn’t realize was that you left an indelible mark on his taste in music. whenever you two spent time together, he would give you the aux (literal or proverbial) because he was interested in what music made you happy, sad, want to dance, relax, etc. he listened very intently, and it took almost no time at all for the songs you introduced to him to make their way onto his playlists. more than that, he would frequently hum the melodies of songs you showed him as he walked around his place and cleaned. no one would ever point it out to him because they had no way of knowing that the new songs he obsessed over were all tied to you, but, eventually, jihoon realized that all the songs he associated with you were the only ones he ever had stuck in his head now. memories of you permanently embedded songs into his mind, a playlist only for him to listen to in the quiet moments of life. as he wrote lyrics that expressed this occurrence, he understood that it all came down to the fact he could never, and would never, get you out of his head.

seokmin♡‧₊˚

seokmin was so fond of you, and he naturally expressed that fondness by giving you at least one thing to smile about each day. it started as a way to break the ice during conversations when you first got to know each other. once you two didn’t need icebreakers, the habit stayed, and seokmin’s habit became one of the strongest aspects of your relationship. seokmin never relied on anything fancy; he would send you a wholesome meme in the morning, so you could start your day smiling, or he would show you a funny video clip when you met up for dinner, starting the night off with a hefty dose of laughter. there was a sparkle in his eye when he laughed with you, one that only showed up when he saw your smile. he would be particularly proud if he made you laugh until tears fell or you smiled so big your cheeks hurt. whenever that happened, he would boast to his members, showing them the picture or video while beaming with excitement as he recounted your reaction. alongside his excitement toward your joy existed the fact that he couldn’t rest easy until he knew you had at least a little bit of serotonin in your day. truthfully, he never felt more at peace than when he was the source of that happiness, and he wanted to feel that for as long as humanly possible.

mingyu♡‧₊˚

mingyu has a real presence. from his height to his goofy personality, people know when mingyu is around. those charms were how he caught your eye, and he always got an energy boost when you were around. as he grew closer to you, more comfortable, mingyu’s behavior revealed an even sweeter side of him. whenever he spoke with you, his voice was soft and careful, every word meant for you only. his looks always held you gently as he soaked up every word that you shared with him. any times jokes or teasing comments wove their way into your conversations, he laughed hard but quietly, just loud enough for you to hear, even leaning closer to you, enclosing the both of you in the joy of the moment. if you had physical contact with each other, mingyu’s touches were as soft as everything else about him. it was never out of the belief that you were fragile. rather, tenderness radiated from mingyu whenever he felt you near, and it enveloped his entire being when he looked at you. mingyu was always caring, always considerate, but his loved ones often commented that they had never seen him so soft before. mingyu knew, without knowing how to explain it quite yet, that you were the difference.

minghao♡‧₊˚

minghao values peace and quiet. life is chaotic for most people, and this was especially true for someone in his line of work. he tried, as best as he could, to create pockets of calm whenever and wherever he could, through meditation or simply waking up to watch the sunrise by himself. searching for that peace grounded him in his toughest times, and he depended on that calmness to get through it all. as he got to know you, searching for that peace became easier. minghao was calmer, knowing you were there, and he instantly relaxed whenever you were beside him. there was not anything specific that you did; you could just look at him, and his whole body would relax, proving just how stressed he had been mere seconds before he laid eyes on you. to minghao, you were the ultimate source of serenity. he never wanted to lean into clichés, but it was true that, even in a crowded room, he would know you were there by the way his heartbeat relaxed into a natural, happy rhythm. it didn’t take long for minghao to notice that you had this effect on him. it also wouldn’t be long before he admitted this, and something just as meaningful, to you.

seungkwan♡‧₊˚

everyone knows seungkwan is an entertainer through and through. when you two were introduced to each other, he performed as well as he could to keep you laughing, and, unbeknownst to himself, to impress you. as time passed, however, he realized didn’t have to perform in front of you. he felt comfortable enough to be his most authentic self, and he only ever wanted to be his most authentic self with you. he still loved to do bits around you and be dramatic when the moment called for it, but he wanted to show you other sides of him too. for seungkwan, he felt a connection with and appreciation for you that could only be expressed by him letting his guard down. what mattered more than entertaining you was showing you every part of himself as honestly as humanly possible. showing up exactly how he was whenever he was with you was all he could think of because he always wanted to meet you exactly where you were. it wasn’t long after he realized this that his truest feelings toward you came out. it wasn’t something he thought of before he said it; it was something that slipped out when you asked him, “how was your day?”

hansol♡‧₊˚

hansol’s mind is expansive. his perspectives reflect his astute introspection and deep compassion, and he would never cease to amaze–or entertain–those around him with the thoughts inside his head. to hansol, however, your mind was the most fascinating. he was deeply curious about the things that made up who you are: your hyperfixations, the dreams you had at night, your favorite snack for each time of day, etc. he was endlessly entranced by everything that colored your life. he wanted nothing more than to color his life with them too. this genuine interest meant that hansol’s eyes were filled with childlike wonder whenever you shared something about yourself with him. he committed every minute detail to memory, and he often retold anecdotes from your life during conversations with his friends. even to them, it was endearing to see his delighted laughter as he recounted stories of small social faux pas in your adolescence that became inside jokes between you two now. it was during one of those conversations, while smiling at the thought of you, that hansol started to uncover what influenced his infatuation with all things you.

chan♡‧₊˚

chan took to you immediately. your personality charmed him, regardless of how charming you thought yourself to be. he couldn’t get enough of the conversations shared between you two, existential or lighthearted. chan genuinely wanted to talk to you as much as humanly possible–without annoying you or taking you away from the other people you cared about–and that’s why he started calling you whenever he was done with his schedules for the day. it could be the hardest practice of the year, but chan, drenched in sweat and barely able to walk, would light up the second you started to say “hello” on the phone. the sound of your voice literally put a pep in his step. he developed a liking to walking home, just so he had an excuse to talk to you for a long time without any interruptions. neither of you needed convincing, however, because everything flowed so seamlessly between you. chan didn’t know exactly how to tell you this, but, with you, he was eager to say even the simplest things until his voice gave out, just so he could keep on talking to you.

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wondernus · 2 years ago

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— CRADLE

PAIRING: jww x reader

GENRE: fluff

TAGS: none

WC: 203

MESSAGE FROM NU: (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)b

wonwoo protects love like it's the most precious thing in the world. he holds your sleeping face, soft, in the cradle formed by the palms of his hands. he wonders how the world works so that his cold hands can always be warmed by the delicate skin his lips touch the most.

the older he gets, the more he thinks about reciprocation. how amazing it is to be able to love. how lucky he is to be loved back like the slow and graceful force of the rising morning sun. once complete strangers in the past, he now wonders how it is that he can picture how far you tilt your head backwards when you laugh. clear and crisp is your laughter — a beautiful ring in his ear. how he knows that it's you unlocking the front door by the jingle of your keys. how he wants to cry every time you remind him how much you love him.

he looks at you, soft puffs of air that part your lips every time you breathe. he doesn't know if he should move his hands. so he strokes his thumb against your cheek. once. twice. you smile.

he decides to not move his hand.

#svt imagines #svt fluff #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #svthub #seventeen imagines #wonwoo x reader #wondernus imagines #haven't written a short blurb in a while!!!!

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24carathoney · 1 year ago

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Gamer boy Wonwoo thoughts? Sfw and NSFW 👀. Same anon btw Sorry if I'm bombarding you.

A/N: I loves me a fellow gamer 🤩 I hope this is what you wanted.

Gamer boy Wonwoo who enjoys your presence regardless of what games he's playing. You don't need to hold his hand or demand cuddles from him, just you sitting with him while he enjoys something he loves, makes his heart swell to the size of a watermelon. He wouldn’t hesitate to let you play games with him, even if you suck. He'll do his best to teach you the ropes and be your biggest cheerleader when you get a kill or do the objective. He even ends up buying you your own pc setup. Probably the same as his but just different colors that suit your aesthetic so you two can be the best gamer couple to all your friends.

Gamer boy Wonwoo who will buy you every skin or cosmetic you like. See a skin you like on Fortnite? He'll gift it to you. Need currency for Overwatch? He's going to buy you the pack with the most. Call of duty bundle? Done and done. I can see him getting matching skins and cosmetics because he thinks it's cute. Not that you mind.

Gamer boy Wonwoo who has no problem eating you out in his gaming chair. Games over and you're both in the mood? He doesn't hesitate to have you spread out for him while getting on his knees. Pussy on full display, legs over the arms of his chair, tongue lapping at your wet cunt, pulling the most sinful sounds from your pretty little mouth. Leaves hickeys all over your thighs and hips with your hands pulling at his dark locs.

“Fuck it feels so good.” You were breathless as his tongue circled your clit at a quick pace, prepared to pull your second orgasm from you. Your legs started to get sore from sitting far apart for so long. Catching you off guard you gasped when he gripped your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders instead.

His sucking and slurping sounds did nothing but intensify the building of your release in the pit of your stomach. His grip tightened around your hips, pulling you closer to his tongue as you shut your eyes, letting your orgasm wash over you. He coaxed you through your high, making sure not a drop was wasted as you rocked against his face, his tongue lapping at you until you slumped back into the chair. He gives your leg a soft squeeze before sitting up with your arousal dripping down his chin. “Feel better?”

#seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen #seventeen fluff #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo scenarios #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo blurbs

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solkwan · 5 months ago

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“Do you want a girl or a boy?”

The question was odd to you. No matter how many times you were asked, your answer remained the same. Why should you care for the sex of the baby? A baby is a baby. Regardless of being born a girl or boy, it’s going to keep you up all night with its cries. You’ll still raise the kid the same. Is one worse than the other? It was a mystery why so many people were obsessed with asking you the question. Was it better for your firstborn to be a boy? A strong, healthy boy who will bring honor to Wonwoo’s name. Then, is a girl perceived as less?

What you find most interesting is the person asking always has their own perception as to what you’ll choose.

“A girl, right? Oh, they’re just the sweetest,”

“Having a boy as your firstborn is a sign of good fortune and wealth!”

The skin around your eye twitches with either statement. The people who ask you never really do care. They only make small talk to avoid the fact you’ll be giving birth at the ripe age of 19. A teen parent, in their first year of college. The ladies in your neighborhood couldn’t get enough of it, chatting about you over tea. Funny, though, how they never refer to Wonwoo as a teen dad. Claps to his back and wide grins at the fact. Whereas you’re met with pitiful smiles and questions about your studies.

“I have no preference, really,”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” sadness seeps in their voice, “You’d look great with a daughter,”

There was never really a point in the question. Wonwoo always found a way to indulge them, though. Eager to please them.

“I think a girl would be wonderful,” a soft smile settling on his face. Looking at you in an attempt to settle the awkwardness.

He never really did mean anything he told them. You could tell by the way his eyes crinkled a little too deeply. He’d never get tired of pretending for others, you noted. That’s why, at 5 months pregnant, when the nurse first asks you if you’d like to know the sex of your baby, Wonwoo looks to you for answers. Your eyes stay indifferent.

“If you want to know, we can,” You tell him.

Wonwoo bites his cheek, turning back to the nurse, “I think we’d like for it to be a surprise,”

Wonwoo’s mother insists she knows—throws a reveal party.

“This way I’ll be able to buy clothes in advance,”

Wonwoo manages to sit down with her long enough to lecture her about gender roles and stereotypes. The next day, she ends up coming home with bags of purple, orange, pink, and blue one-pieces, all alike. Smile wide on her face as she boasts about how much she’ll spoil her grandchild. Though Wonwoo’s talked her out of throwing a party, she regularly asks for your opinion on it.

“You can throw one if you’d like,”

You’re searching your email for news on your temporary university leave for the coming Spring semester. Two months into your first post-secondary education semester and you’re already looking for ways out. This is not what you had imagined for yourself, but you figured out long ago that what you wanted for yourself and what the world destined for you were two very different things.

“Well, if you don’t want one it won’t be any fun at all,” Wonwoo’s mother eventually leaves the living room and you’re left alone wondering if you should have tried a little harder to satisfy her.

For the next 2 months of your pregnancy, the sex of the baby remains a secret. That is until you’re going in for your monthly check-up and the nurse with floral-patterned scrubs lets it slip.

“Everything looks good so far,” the nurse smiles as she looks over the screen, “You’re scheduled to have a beautiful baby girl in less than two months,”

Time slows as you and Wonwoo look up at one another. You’re quiet, it quickly fills the room. The look in Wonwoo’s eyes makes you want to have his babies for the rest of your life.

“A girl?” Wonwoo’s voice rings through the small room.

The nurse finally tears her eyes away from the screen. She’s appalled as if she wasn’t the one to let the cat out of the bag. She’s searching for answers in your eyes. All you can do is stare back.

“Did you not already know?” her voice squeaks, “Oh my god–I’m so sorry–I had no clue!”

Her apologies fall and stumble out of her lips. She looks near the verge of tears and you find it amusing. Before Wonwoo has the opportunity to comfort her, a full and true laugh is making its way out of you. Wonwoo turns to you, eyes wide. The nurse quiets down as your laughs settle down.

“We’re having a girl,” you’re whispering to Wonwoo.

Smiles tug at the ends of your lips. Happiness fills your chest. Your eyes are becoming blurry with tears. You’re having a baby girl and everything looks good so far. You’re scheduled to give birth in two months and you can’t bring yourself to care about the leave of absence you’re taking from school. At this moment, you have no regrets. You’re sure you’ll never feel joy quite like this for a while, so you bask in it while you still can. In the dark hospital room, propped up against the bed. Your hand has found Wonwoo’s and you’re holding on as tightly as you can. In the bliss of it all, you pull him close to your face and kiss him.

He reacts quickly, grabbing onto your face to touch your foreheads. It’s not anything especially explicit, no swiping tongues, no biting or dragging of lips. Just pressing your lips against his to feel one another. Salty tears staining his lips. He’s pulling away but not letting you go. He moves to peck the skin on your face. You’re giggling and you’re embarrassed at the fact. You don’t want him to stop.

You suddenly remember the other presence in the room and manage to push Wonwoo’s face off of you. The nurse has a smile on her face, her eyes full of relief. The three of you relish in the moment.

“Congratulations,”

here’s a wip I’m not sure I’ll ever finish LOL. I think sharing it gives me a sense of responsibility so here’s to hoping I finish writing this someday

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #seventeen x reader #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonu #wonu x reader #seventeen blurb #seventeen fluff #fluff #kpop #kpop x reader #svt #svt x reader

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prettygirl-gabi · 7 months ago

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Gingerbread & Us

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: !idol wonwoo x !non-idol reader

Fandom: Seventeen (SVT), (boyband)

Summary: no gaming this year, wonwoo wanted to show you off to carats.. in a wholesome way

Merry Christmas everyone I hope you enjoy!

I wasn’t entirely sure why Wonwoo was so insistent about gingerbread houses this year. Usually, his Christmas tradition revolved around quietly gaming and chatting with Carats in his soft, soothing voice. But this year, he had other plans.

“Are you sure you want to do this instead of streaming?” I asked, glancing at the spread of gingerbread pieces, candy, and icing he had meticulously laid out on the table.

Wonwoo looked up from his seat, adjusting his glasses with a slight smile. “I’m sure. I want to spend Christmas doing something fun with you. Carats will understand.”

A warmth spread through me at his words, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Okay, but don’t get mad when my house looks better than yours.”

He laughed, the deep sound making me feel even more at home. “We’ll see about that.”

We got to work, sitting across from each other at the small dining table. Wonwoo was surprisingly meticulous, carefully piping icing onto the edges of the gingerbread pieces before placing them together like a master craftsman. Meanwhile, my house was… let’s just say I had more candy on my hands than on the roof.

“Y/N,” he said, tilting his head to look at me. “Are you eating the decorations?”

“No,” I replied quickly, though the chocolate smear on my lips betrayed me.

He reached out, gently wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Caught you,” he teased, his eyes sparkling.

My cheeks heated up, and I playfully stuck my tongue out at him. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

As we worked, we talked about everything and nothing—favorite Christmas memories, our shared love for cozy winter nights, and his excitement about Carats seeing this side of him.

“I think they’re going to love this,” I said, glancing at the camera crew subtly filming us for Seventeen’s holiday content.

Wonwoo chuckled. “They’ll probably laugh at how competitive you are.”

“Me? Competitive? Have you seen yourself with video games?”

The staff watching us chuckled softly, one of them whispering, “They’re so cute together.”

I pretended not to hear, but it made my heart flutter. Wonwoo, ever the humble one, didn’t even react. He just focused on his gingerbread masterpiece, occasionally sneaking glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking.

When we finally finished, my house was leaning slightly to one side, candy sliding off the roof, while Wonwoo’s looked like something out of a professional baking show.

“Okay, fine, yours is better,” I admitted, crossing my arms with a pout.

He leaned back in his chair, a triumphant grin on his face. “Told you.”

I picked up a piece of candy and threw it at him, laughing when it hit his chest. “Merry Christmas, nerd.”

“Merry Christmas,” he replied, reaching out to take my hand. “Thanks for being here with me.”

The warmth in his voice made me forget all about my lopsided gingerbread house. In that moment, with Wonwoo by my side, Christmas couldn’t have been more perfect.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

#kpop #support the writers!#oneshot #gabi writes #seventeen #svt imagines #seungkwan #seventeen ambw #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo x you #Christmas blurb #rose toy dividers #soft reader #non idol reader #idol au #established relationship

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gotta-winwin · 8 months ago

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OT13 Reaction -- when you ask them for an absurd amount of money as a prank

SCOUPS:

will transfer you the money, no questions asked. unless it's like an insane amount of money - like enough to buy a car - then he'd be concerned and ask why you need it. are you in trouble? are you being blackmailed? what can he do? he's ready to assist you in anyway possible and will be sulky when he finds out it's a prank. relieved, but a little sad that you'd even feel the need to test his loyalty to you.

JEONGHAN:

his immediate reaction is no. have you guys seen that interview where one of the members (i think it was dino? mingyu? my memory is so bad) said that jeonghan doesn't play when it comes to money and it lowkey stingy? yeah that. he'll definitely be hesitant and might even just flat out say no. extremely proud when you reveal it was a prank all along. i knew it was a prank, baby~ the student can't fool the teacher~

JOSHUA:

his immediately worried something terrible has happened. it's uncommon for you to ask him for money, usually its small enough sums that you don't even have to ask - you have his card anyways. stressed and annoyed when you tell him its all a prank. ai~ you know my weak heart cannot take you stressing me out.

JUN:

a little confused why you're asking him for money. he's the type to not catch on, you being in danger isn't the immediate thought when you ask him for 300 thousand dollars. will not react when you tell him it was a prank, the request for the money hasn't even properly computed in his head yet.

HOSHI:

he's going to complain he doesn't have that much money even though we all know he does. he'll agree to transfer it to you, but will whine and nag the whole time that this is his hard earned money! he loves you but why are you taking it away! another type to get sulky when you tell him its a prank and you don't actually need the money.

WONWOO:

ummm...why? he'll ask a shit ton of questions before agreeing, he needs to know why, when, what, where, who? all the details. this is his money after all, he needs to know where its all going. it gets to the point where you give up, just telling him its a prank cause his questioning isn't making it fun anymore. he tsks and asks if you have too much time on your hands to be pranking him.

WOOZI:

the money is in your bank account before you even finish asking. he's lowkey surprised you haven't asked sooner, he's always open with how much he's making and constantly tells you he'd just rather you guys have a joint bank account so he can spoil you. refuses to let you return the money once you admit its a prank. he makes more than enough anyways.

MINGHAO:

another one that's immediately worried. money's never been a topic you guys have ever talked about so he knows there must be something wrong. asks a boatload of questions trying to make sure you're okay and not getting scammed online or something. ends up just chiding you for even falling into a trap where you need that much money and narrows his eyes at you when you tell him its a prank. he thinks you're crazy and has too much time on your hands.

DK:

poor baby's scared. sure he makes a lot of money but he's never needed that much. eyes are popping out of his head when you tell him the sum of what you need. he agrees, of course, anything for you, but his hands are shaking as he reaches for his wallet. dramatically flops onto the floor when you tell him its a prank, begging you to never do that again - he might be rich but in his mind he's got like 5 cents in his bank account.

MINGYU:

blinks. pretends to think about it, but really he's been waiting for this day. the only possibility in his mind as to why you need the money is only for good things, and who is he to not spoil his baby? begs you to take his card anyways when you tell him its a prank. it's literally the only reason why i work, baby. just take my card.

SEUNGKWAN:

he's dramatic, screeching about how that's an insane amount of money and that he wouldn't even drop that kind of money on himself- and he loves himself very very much! calms down and genuinely sits your ass down to ask why you even need it. feels extremely betrayed when you tell him its a prank and vows to get revenge.

VERNON:

he sighs. he knows this trend and he's not having it. baby, you know i'd do anything for you right. you've got me like wrapped around your finger. you literally don't need to test my loyalty. apologizes when you get sulky over him already knowing the prank and offers to let you try again - this time he'll play along. ohmygod that's a lot of money are you being blackmailed? shopping in the black market? getting us a house in Bali? shrugs when you complain about his reaction being ingenuine and over the top. there is only so much he can do.

DINO:

his jaw is dropping at how large the sum is. yeah, he's got that money, and he'll show you his bank account just to prove it. but he'll start listing out what everything is for. that sum's set aside for our house, that one's to send our kids to school - we never said how many we'd have but i set aside enough to four university tuitions, and- you'll cut him off cause he's going to make you cry with how thoughtful he is. scolds him for ruining your prank. prank? he's confused. what do you mean prank? he got so invested in telling you everything he's saved up for your shared future he kinda forgot the original question.

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holdinbacksecrets · 1 year ago

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svt finds out you were married before you met them

anon… this request is golden. thank you so much for sending it! i had the best time writing these 🤍

seventeen find out you were married before being with them

seungcheol: he’s at the bodega around the corner because you’re out of… he forgot the excuse. luckily, it was mumbled and difficult to make out, so he’ll bring back coffee. his palms are sweating and he looks up at the ceiling as if the answer’s in between the popcorn. now, you’re his. he’s yours. you’re one. but you were someone else’s, and that idea isn’t new to him, but knowing that someone was your husband makes it feel different. he looks up again. “please give me something here.” a light flickers. he leaves without the coffee

jeonghan: he stops to watch you spoon strawberry jam onto slices of toast. they’re golden brown triangles beside scrambled eggs, and you’re making sure the bright red covers the golden brown surface perfectly, just like you always do. the only red he can think about is the blood his heart is pumping, and the fact that his heart stopped pumping for a moment or two

joshua: “now everything makes sense.” “what do you mean?” “sometimes you’re just too good at being my partner.” “that has nothing to do with being married before. i’m literally just in love and obsessed with you. actually, being married did make me strict about the dishes. i’ll never go to bed with a pile in the sink.” “baby, you won’t go to bed if there’s a spoon in the sink or a crumb on the countertop.” “and how good does it feel to wake up and see a clean kitchen, hmm?”

jun: he’s confused. he’s wearing it, swallowing it, holding it in his gaze, and suddenly wondering how well he knows you— why it took you so long to tell him

soonyoung: “i knew it was a mistake by the next morning. i woke up craving my mom’s pancakes.” “have her send us the recipe.” you squeeze his hand and bow your head so your lips can brush its palm. “don’t worry, history won’t repeat itself.”

wonwoo: the photo album’s on his lap. it feels like a fever dream to look at you. you watch the sky through the window, craving color after too much black and white. “i’m mad at myself.” “why?” “i should’ve waited for you.”

jihoon: the ring came rolling out of its hiding spot and stopped in the middle of your bedroom floor. the sunlight caught it. he blinked a million times, felt his lips part too. you let it be. you exhaled, feeling relieved to part with the secret. finally

seokmin: “look at me. do i look upset?” “no… you eyes are all shiny” like he might cry. “it means a lot that you told me.” “i shouldn’t have waited so long.” “you really didn’t wait that long.” “are you sure you’re ok? do you… am i…” “yes.”

mingyu: the words come out on a sunday morning in the park near your place. your head’s on his shoulder. his hand’s on your thigh; it’s warm and the slightest bit rough—different from the cool, soft breeze on your cheek, on the back of your neck. he asks about your happiness and when it left the space you created with your ex. he wants to know what he can do to make sure that never happens again. he wants to make sure he’s not missing anything

minghao: he’s watching you. there’s gentle love in his eyes. he’s hoping you’ll look up and away from the sudsy dishes for just a moment long enough to realize he’s not mad. to realize it doesn’t change anything

seungkwan: he wonders about your wedding dress and if you still have it. he wonders about pictures and videos and the expression on your face at the altar. moments he’s dreamed about are already existing in memories, have already been seen by your loved ones, might be sour in your head. would you do it all again? do you even want to?

vernon: “i can’t help but wonder how many people make the same mistake as me… think something’s love when it’s not.” “do you really think of it as a mistake?” “pretty sure that’s just a fact.” “i’m not so sure… aren’t you the same person who’s told me for years that everything happens for a reason?” “maybe i just tell myself that to lessen the blow.” “possibly, but maybe it’s true. maybe that step that you think was in the wrong direction was crucial. i wouldn’t have found you any other way.”

chan: “i feel like i shouldn’t be looking at this… it’s like i’m seeing your dress before i’m supposed to. i shouldn’t know what you’ll look like walking down the aisle.” “this isn’t who i am anymore. think of how much time has passed. i have brand new skin now.” “…i thought you were going to say something romantic.”

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milfgyuu · 2 years ago

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Wonwoo knows he can be a little aloof at times and he doesn’t mean to be. It’s just too easy to get lost in his head and his work so he really tries to focus on the little things. He refills your tea when it’s empty. Covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch, taking an extra minute to watch your even breathing and kiss your hair. He holds your hand in the car and he always touches you as he walks by, just to remind you that he’s here even when he’s not able to be fully present. There are short handwritten notes left all over the house. Some practical like “grabbing milk after work” and some more intimate like the one left stuck to the lamp on your bedside table, “I’ll be thinking about you all day. Dinner tonight, making reservations. I love you, xx” 🖤

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rubyuji · 1 year ago

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The Chase (Jeon Wonwoo) ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

“I won’t get tired of the chase when it comes to you because I know that once I win your heart, I will give you more than the world has to offer” ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

Genre: Angst (Not much), Fluff, Romance

AU: Chaebol!au

Pairing(s): CEO!Wonwoo x Afab Fashion Designer!Reader

Warnings: None except the shitty ex-boyfriend

Synopsis: After going through the most traumatizing relationship ever with your ex, you vowed never to open your heart to just anyone and simply accepted the fact that maybe you truly were just unlucky in love. That was until Jeon Wonwoo made it his life’s mission to prove to you that you weren’t unlucky, you just ended up with the wrong people.

Note: I don’t know why this took me so long finish, I started writing it during new year’s and still ended up finishing it in April ;; This is based off a true story (The shitty ex) and I wrote it to make myself feel better. Remember, never settle for less because you’re always deserving of more. Happy reading! And as always, don’t forget to like + reblog.

WC: 10.4k (and it took me 4 months)

Sighing for the umpteenth time that day, you had finally had enough. It had been a week since your ‘boyfriend’ decided just to get up and ghost you, and now here he was when you finally thought he’d completely leave your life? Not only that but breaking up with you over text for that matter.

He couldn’t even call you to tell you shit, and he came back just to end things between you both.

“He’s so full of shit like I’m gonna take his fucking excuse of being busy like I always do. I’m tired of waiting for this guy, all talk that’s what he is. He wanted me first and now he’s the one initiating the breakup? The audacity he has to do all this when I put in all the work to make this relationship work.” You run a hand through your hair in exasperation as your friend Jennie eyes you worriedly.

“I told you, you deserve better Y/n. Never trust a guy who has to make up for his face with his ‘personality’, What’s the point? You gave him a chance because you pitied him. This guy should be embarrassed for even breaking up with someone in your league, you can do way better,” Rosé says.

Your ex wasn’t the most favorable person among your girlfriends, or your circle of friends in general, but love truly is blind.

You land on the couch beside Jennie, the movie on the big screen in your theater long forgotten as it was paused momentarily because your ex had decided to return at the worst possible time.

“He’s an ass, end of story. He never deserved you to begin with and I could see it coming ever since we met him, what guy uses him being busy as an excuse? If you truly loved your girlfriend, you’d spend every waking minute with her and spoil her with attention. You don’t even ask for much!” Jisoo shouts.

Lisa slaps your friend’s leg in an attempt to calm her down as you all laugh.

The girls knew that you were well aware of your worth, but this guy was persistent so you gave him a chance, but he ended up hurting you either way.

It was such nonsense for him to break up with you when you were nothing but good to him, hell, you were the whole package and he still couldn’t see where he wasted such an opportunity.

“Y/n, he never deserved you at all. You’re the full package when it comes to a partner. Like, you don’t even ask for that much assurance and give him all his freedom, and not only that, you’re so patient and understanding. You have your way with words, as well as a personality as pretty as your face for fucks sake. He wasted such a creative and unique person, he’ll get his karma soon enough,” Jennie says softly from beside you.

You were fully aware of the treatment you give your friends and can vouch for how much of a good person you are, but this guy broke up with you because one of your friends had decided to call him out on his shit treatment towards you? If he had worries about that he could’ve talked to you about it.

“Your ex is full of shit just saying, so how about we forget about it and get ready to go to Mingyu’s housewarming party tonight? I’m sure there will be guys flocking toward you from every direction, so stop crying over a guy who never deserved you.” Lisa dragged you and the girls into your walk-in to get ready.

Who did your ex think he was, anyway? He was probably some shitty lesson for you to vow to be more picky now with whom you let into your heart.

Since you were the one who was heartbroken in the midst of all this, your friends had taken extra time to help you look your best.

Jennie had grabbed a long black strapless dress that had a slit that ran until your mid-thigh, and Rosé helped with your makeup, opting for a subtle smokey eye and a deep red lip.

You decided to let the girls get ready and offered to do your hair with Jisoo in the bathroom, the two of you breaking into a friendly chat.

“I will never understand what you saw in that guy Y/n, you have so many guys chasing after you and yet you decided to give Junseo a chance. He wasn’t exactly the best-looking and even had a shitty personality. He only seemed good at first when he was pursuing you but he got shittier, anyone could see that only you were putting the effort in for the relationship to work,” Jisoo sighed.

You finished curling your hair and laughed at your friend’s words. Even you, yourself, couldn’t understand why you gave him that chance when he treated you like absolute garbage, he kept leaving you and coming back at his convenience, using the excuse of being busy as always.

He started becoming inconsistent, he couldn’t even give you the bare minimum and broke up with you just because he couldn’t handle communicating with you.

Because he couldn’t admit his mistakes? It wasn’t worth it in your opinion, and you had already detached like it was nothing. The relationship itself was comical.

“Well, he doesn’t count as a boyfriend to be completely honest. I don’t see him as one, like even as a person he isn’t all that, he is a good friend to everyone else but this guy isn’t all that in reality no matter how hard you look. He talks about me as if I’m just a random girl to his friends, Mingyu can vouch for me on that because he overheard him at the bar. Honestly never again,” you grimace at the memory.

Mingyu had called you up at two in the morning, and you wondered why on earth he’d be calling you at that hour.

Sure, your best friend was a bit of a party animal, so you weren’t exactly a stranger to a few drunk speed dials from him, but Mingyu sounded quite frustrated over the phone.

“Your asshole of a boyfriend, if you can even call him that, is at the bar we’re at right now. This dude talked about you as if you were some random chick. Honestly, if Hao hadn’t held me back, I would’ve punched the shithead square in the fucking face. Y/n, you should break up with him, you don’t deserve this disrespect at all.” You could hear Dokyeom telling Mingyu to let it go because they’d just go and find another bar.

Frankly, your boyfriend was pissing them off at that exact moment because they had all overheard his conversation from the table beside theirs.

“Gyu, I can’t believe he left after an argument we had, and this is what I come back to? You know what, never mind, I’ll deal with it myself. Don’t worry ok? You guys enjoy your night, I’ll talk to him as soon as possible” You reply quietly.

Mingyu starts to worry and asks if you need him to come over, but you assure him that you’ll be fine and that you’ll call Jeonghan to come over instead.

“I’m sure Jeonghan hyung will understand, so you rest up there. I’m sorry he’s a shitty person Y/n, you need someone who will take care of you just as well as we do, someone who’s just as good as you even. I’ll come over tomorrow to check up on you, ok? I’ll try not to drink as much knowing you’ll be worried about me driving with a hangover,” Mingyu tells you.

You tell him to take care and enjoy his night once again, and not to worry about you before you hang up. You debated texting Jeonghan, who was probably on his way to your penthouse already, so you decided to leave it to Mingyu.

You needed more time to do something about the current situation. It was all so confusing and you didn’t know how to feel, but thankfully you had friends who were practically angels on this godforsaken planet.

What you couldn’t fathom was that you gave this guy all the freedom he needed, hell, you stretched your patience and your ability to understand to its limit because of him, and yet he throws your name around as if you’re just some random girl he decided to hook up with? You don’t deserve that kind of disrespect, especially when you were a woman of class, and the person supporting him and his family without asking for anything in return.

When Jeonghan arrived at your place, you were ready to bawl and cry over how rocky your relationship had been since the beginning. The man had entered your home with a tub of ice cream and a bottle of your favorite aged wine that he always kept for you in case of emergencies.

Mingyu had described your dilemma enough for you, saving Jeonghan the explanation and the confusion as to why you needed him in the dead of night, but you knew well enough that if they also needed you, you’d be there in a heartbeat.

Jeonghan had sat you down in your living room, the lights in the penthouse out completely as you both bask in the darkness and the dim city lights that seep through the window. He takes a sip from his glass and eyes you with worry, before pulling you closer to his side.

“Your boyfriend is an asshole and you deserve better, and I know you’re tired of people telling you that, but this guy has completely proved time and time again that he is undeserving of your love. I know it will be easier said than done but you need to break up with this guy, he’s been hurting you Y/n and he’s acting like it’s completely ok just because you make excuses for him? God, I hate seeing you in this position as one of your best friends” Jeonghan mutters from beside you.

You take a sip of your wine and nod. This guy wasn’t the most well-liked individual in your circle, and you were starting to see the reality of things.

He’s been neglecting your needs and you as a whole, only using his having a girlfriend as something to brag about. Not only that, but he also had the privilege to date you, and he’s suddenly acting as if you’re some lowly girl chasing after his tail.

A highly respected chaebol and someone whose family and community as a whole consist of only the most elite, Yoon Jeonghan, son of Yoon Holdings. and Kim Mingyu, son of Kim Legal Group are some important names to note.

Your inner circle was full of powerful people, and they would hire a hitman on your behalf if you weren’t so patient, so this guy should be afraid to hurt you.

“Look, he doesn’t know the full extent of how much he hurt you and he’s acting like everything is ok just because you’re understanding and kind. He lost a very special and unique individual, hell, he lost the heir to one of the biggest fashion companies in the world. You shouldn’t have settled for someone who’s not even close to your league, like, you have models pining after you for fucks sake Y/n. I have a whole line of friends ready to treat you right,” your friend laughs.

“He’s not the most ideal guy, and I get it now. I guess I only liked how he treated me and made me feel special in a way, especially when he’s known me for so long, but you’re right Han. I need to gather the courage to break up with him because I can’t wallow in self-pity any longer, I own one of the biggest fashion companies in the world and I let this guy deter me from my goals. I need to start focusing on myself now,” you say with newfound confidence before laying your head on Jeonghan’s shoulder.

You were worth so much more, and you deserved to be valued as much as your friends valued you.

A week of healing and detachment led you to your current position now, a freshly single woman who was ready to start focusing on herself and herself only.

If a man wanted a place in your life, he was going to have to earn it and he should prove himself worthy of your attention. You are no longer going to settle when your ex practically gave you less than the bare minimum.

“You know what, you have the right to find someone else who’s in your league. I know you’re not in the mind to be in a relationship right now, but I hope at least one of the guys you meet tonight will try to pursue you with genuine intentions. You deserve someone willing to show you how much you mean to them, someone who’s not afraid to show and express their love for you.” Jisoo fixes your hair and you nod in agreement.

You were in no rush to find something new after being in such a draining position, but you also wouldn’t mind entertaining more notable suitors that had actual potential in your future because your boyfriend had always been in a questionable position, to begin with.

You didn’t mean to judge him, but you were a notable figure and he was quite unsure of his career path, which isn’t a bad thing, but your ex was careless and didn’t seem to care which way he was heading.

On your end, you had started to learn the ropes of fashion at a young age, and now you were ready to take over your family legacy. You should at least give him something as a reminder of the kind of woman he lost.

“Are you guys ready? Because it’s our turn to do our hair,” Jennie peeks into the bathroom. You and Jisoo chuckle in unison and nod as you head to your shoes and bags closet.

Jisoo picks a small all-black YSL clutch and a pair of classic black Louboutin heels before handing the items in your direction. You take the shoes and give your friend a knowing look as she winks at you.

“I think a pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings would look gorgeous with the outfit, pair that with the matching necklace and you’re all set. God Y/n, you’re such a stunner and your ex wanted to break up? That’s his biggest loss ever,” your friend helps you put the necklace on as you finish up your earrings.

You were much more excited about Mingyu’s housewarming party, especially because it was at the house that you had helped him pick while he was house hunting.

Being a fashion designer and someone who works in such a creative industry, your friends always ask for your input knowing you have an eye for things that they would like.

It was a no-brainer decision for one of your best friends to take you house hunting with him because whatever you liked, Mingyu also had a knack for. Your ex didn’t count though, but when it came to everything else, your best friend was your other half.

“I’m just excited to see Mingyu and everyone else, it’s been way too long since we all had a proper hangout. Everyone’s been so busy ever since we started uni, and some of the others graduating ahead even, so thank God for him moving homes, because we probably wouldn’t have any other chance to reunite” you laugh softly.

The girls had already finished dolling themselves up and you all headed to the parking garage. You had a hard time picking between which cars to choose from, but you decided on your black Ferrari convertible as a reward for yourself.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, you motioned for them to get in, Jennie immediately calling shotgun and causing the other three to groan in unison.

Driving to Mingyu’s place was a breeze because he lived right in Hannam-Dong, your favorite area, and one of the reasons why you convinced your best friend to get his current home.

There was no way Mingyu was gonna say no to you anyway, you both always just looked out for each other like that because he was like a brother to you and you were like a sister to him.

You even contributed to at least half of Mingyu’s choices when he was choosing and decorating his current living space. Yes, your friend had taken you to every furniture shopping trip and had even called you over during renovations he was making.

Pulling into the gate, security stops you and asks who you’re there for and what house number. “House nine, Kim Mingyu,” you smile softly. The guard lets you in and tells you and the girls to have a good night as you drive toward Mingyu’s place.

“You’re already so familiar with the area, Mingyu did bring you around the whole time so it makes sense. God, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you two were dating,” Lisa joked.

You roll your eyes and let out a snort. Never in a million years would you ever think of dating Mingyu, he was your best friend and that’s all you two ever will be.

Besides, you found his other friends more appealing, but you were also too shy to approach them knowing Mingyu would never let you live it down. It was just the dynamic you both settled on because you both had gone through more than enough together.

“I would never date Mingyu, we’re too close to date and we grew up together. If you were to ask me, I’d have my bets on any of his other friends,” you parked in Mingyu’s designated parking spot that he had put especially for you (he had insisted since you would be coming over quite often anyway).

“Should’ve gone for them instead of your ex then,” Lisa laughed and you all got out of the car, ready to head inside.

Jisoo’s mouth had dropped as she stared in awe at Mingyu’s estate. “Mingyu chose the right person for advice, Y/n this place is beautiful. You do have an eye for amazing things,” your friend says. You shook your head and thanked her with a bashful smile.

The estate was beautiful, it was modern with wide windows and a black and white exterior. The gate was wide open and you could see people inside the house mingling as you all made your way in.

You then see the homeowner himself at the door, seemingly waiting for your arrival. Mingyu had a goofy smile on his face as Jungkook waved at you from beside him, he was practically Mingyu’s twin because he was around Mingyu just as much as you were.

“You’re finally here, he wouldn’t stop whining about you and honestly thank God. Mingyu finally shut up and insisted we come down to greet you once he saw your car pull up into the driveway,” Jungkook hugs you as he says that and you turn to Mingyu himself who looks just as happy to see you.

“He’s joking, now you guys come in. You’re looking quite better Y/n, did something happen?” Mingyu quips. You shrug your shoulders and casually mention that your ex had broken up with you through text after ghosting you for a week.

Jungkook turns to you as if you had dropped a bomb on them and Mingyu’s jaw falls slack at your revelation. You laughed awkwardly and tried to slip away after seeing Jeonghan out of the corner of your eye, but you were immediately stopped by the two of them.

“OK first, I’m proud of you that you finally broke up with his ass, he’s honestly one of the worst creatures to ever walk this earth, but second, how are you coping? You came all the way here, I’m worried about you. Aren’t you supposed to be crying and sobbing?” Mingyu mutters.

He was genuinely so concerned at how you were able to get to his party as if nothing was completely wrong.

“Not worth crying and moping over, and besides, I’m completely ok, I promise. Still open to love and finding someone eventually though,” You held Mingyu’s hand and squeezed it as a sign of assurance, but your tall friend still looked concerned.

“Gyu, don’t worry. I had the girls with me and I have you guys, you still have guests to entertain, now go. I’ll let you know if I need anything, I promise” You ushered him to the entrance of his house as he threw you one last worried glance, before tending to his other guests that had arrived.

As you and the girls head towards the living room, where most of the guests mingled, you are completely unaware of the man who had been eyeing you ever since you had stepped foot into the home.

He stares at you full of wonder, in awe at how you glowed around your friends. Was it the lighting or were you just an angel in disguise?

“Hey Won, if you’re that into her, you should just go talk to her you know? Take the opportunity while it lasts, seeing as almost every guy here has their eye on her” Soonyoung, more known as Hoshi by his friends, chuckled from beside him, as he nudged his shoulder.

“Yeah no, I’ll stick to just admiring Y/n from afar. She has a boyfriend after all” Wonwoo says, but his face forms into a soft smile after seeing you interact with Dokyeom from across the room.

He wasn’t looking for anyone to be with before he met you, truthfully speaking, given how busy he is now that he runs his family’s business but you were just naturally radiant, it was hard not to notice your beauty and overwhelming presence whenever you were around. Wonwoo did want to approach you, but he didn’t know how when so many people would be around you at once.

The two of you had met on several different occasions, but you were always around Mingyu when it came to these things.

Wonwoo only really knew you as Mingyu’s childhood best friend, but seeing how you both interacted and based on how the media portrayed you, you seemed like quite the catch and Wonwoo couldn’t deny the small crush he had started to develop towards you, but you also had a boyfriend.

“You’re going to regret that you know, he just broke up with her today so you’re free to pursue her as you like. Just take your time with her, because I know she’ll open her heart eventually…” Mingyu appeared behind them and Wonwoo raised an eyebrow at him. Your boyfriend? How could he ever break up with someone like you?

“He had a shitty ass reason from what Jennie told me, basically he broke up with her because he said he was too busy or something. I think we’re all aware that this guy is just full of shit, after all, Y/n was the serious one and she put her utmost effort into the relationship, it’s unfair on her when there are way better people out there. People like you,” Mingyu continued while nudging Wonwoo’s shoulder.

“Yikes? Won, you should pursue her and treat her the way she deserves. Take your time with Y/n, we all know she’ll open up either way when you show her that she’s truly deserving of only the best.” Jihoon grins widely.

Wonwoo was starting to deliberate within himself, he had a huge opportunity right in front of him to pursue you, and either way, it was a way to get to know you better and to see if you would give him the chance.

Jeon Wonwoo wasn’t the type to chase someone but for you? You had him wrapped around your pretty little fingers and he wouldn’t mind following you through the ends of the earth if he had to. If you gave him a chance, he’d prove to you that you only deserve to be treated with only the best and nothing less.

“Y/n was such a trooper for settling for the barest of the minimum, she’s the biggest green flag through and through, and this guy chose to abuse it. I think you’re the person for her Won, you’re willing to go after her, aren’t you? Now go and ask her out, Dokyeom’s telling her to walk over.” Mingyu looked like a madman because his smile was so wide, but he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to set the two of his closest friends up with each other.

You both deserved only the best, and Mingyu must admit that you were a perfect match. He’d always wanted Wonwoo for you, but your ex had to ruin it all by stealing you away.

Wonwoo turned to the side and sure enough, you were making your way toward Mingyu and the others. Wonwoo’s breath was caught in his throat as he saw you coming closer. God, you looked so beautiful, it was hard not to stare.

Once you were in front of them, you greeted them kindly, your tone soft and sweet, but still with a hint of elegance. The guys only shared knowing glances and they urged Wonwoo to talk to you teasingly.

“Y/n, is it ok if we have a moment alone? I need to ask you something and I’d feel like it would be too much pressure to put you on the spot in front of everyone,” You looked at Wonwoo and nodded, surprised at his demeanor.

You were so used to the serious side of the man that seeing him all shy and flustered only made you smile at him.

Wonwoo led you to the second floor, and you immediately knew where he was taking you. You know Mingyu’s house like the back of your hand, so it was no surprise when Wonwoo opened up the garden on the second floor.

It was perfectly private since the second floor was off-limits for other guests, and everyone was led straight to the rooftop or was on the ground floor.

“Now that we have a bit more privacy, I heard from Mingyu and his big mouth that your ex had broken up with you. How are you coping?” Wonwoo motioned for you to sit next to him on the bench.

You took a seat next to him and let out a soft chuckle, this was the first time you were ever alone with Wonwoo, outside of a formal setting and without the company of others.

“Doing fine, I mean, I detached from the whole situation emotionally so it’s nothing. Left me quite drained, but I won’t let a hiccup like this stop me from finding someone else, I’m just not in the state to be in another relationship right now…” You reply and stare at the city from below.

The view was gorgeous, but you couldn’t deny that the man next to you was just as good-looking.

“I know you’re not in the state to commit to something else as you’re healing right now, but I’d like to ask you if you’re willing to let me court you. I don’t want to pressure you, and it’s completely up to you, but I wanted to open up the possibility because I’ve been admiring you for a while Y/n. I only want to show you that you deserve only the best,” Wonwoo proposes.

Your mouth is slightly agape at his proposal, you are just in complete shock at how someone like Wonwoo had openly confessed that he’d be willing to pursue you because he admired you.

It was a bold move and it was a risk knowing you’d just been broken up with, but he was willing to take it either way.

“Courting huh? You surprise me Jeon Wonwoo. I’ll accept your proposal, but I have to let you know that it won’t be as easy because of the trauma from my last relationship,” you look down and fidget with your hands.

You were okay with being pursued and courted, but you’re still shaken up from the events of your last relationship, so you’re taking it easy.

“I won’t get tired of the chase when it comes to you because I know that once I win your heart, I will give you more than the world has to offer,” Wonwoo chuckles before wrapping his jacket around you.

He was truly a gentleman, and what did you have to lose? The man was trusted by your friends and most especially Mingyu, your friend who was like a brother to you.

“I admire your courage and patience, but going after me won’t be so easy now…” You chuckle lightly.

You thought Wonwoo would laugh along but the man truly was serious about you, which was a surprise. People these days were only up for casual dating, but you were someone who preferred something long-term and serious, especially when work and business took up most of your life.

“Believe me, I know how you feel because I’m equally as busy, but I’m willing to work around that. You’re an amazing woman, seeing how secure you are in yourself only makes you all the more attractive. I want someone who shares my work ethic and dreams. Seeing your character, and hearing all the good things about you. I can truly say you are everything I could ever ask for,” Wonwoo continued.

You never got flustered or embarrassed, but hearing someone acknowledge your hard work, especially from a person like Wonwoo, you couldn’t help but blush at his confession.

The media has always highlighted your endless milestones, but no one ever brought up the grueling hours you’ve spent working towards a goal. Wonwoo truly was one of a kind, which only made you want to give him a chance even more.

The two of you hear a glass door slide and hear a familiar voice let out a hearty laugh. “There you two are, come down because I’m going to say a few words before the house gets trashed,” Mingyu stood by the door and smiled at the two of you.

Since that night, Jeon Wonwoo proved that he was serious about his word, because the morning after Mingyu’s party, you had received a bouquet arrangement of baby’s breaths and camellias, along with a note.

It read, ‘Just because. Have a good day, I’ll visit your place later since your secretary told me you had a full schedule today. See you later beautiful :)’.

“Is that from Wonwoo? Look at him already treating you better than your shitty ex-boyfriend,” Jennie laughs after walking into the kitchen.

You chuckle and place the flowers in a vase that you filled with water. It was unique, usually, people would send roses since it was romantic, but this was sweet of Wonwoo because he isn’t like everyone else.

“By the way, baby’s breath flowers mean ‘everlasting love’, and camellias mean ‘you’re a flame in my heart’. This man is already gaining my approval because he knows the flower language and put in the effort to arrange that, and have it delivered, between his busy schedule. I can’t wait to see what else he has in mind,” you hand Jennie a mug of coffee you were making and roll your eyes playfully.

It was cheesy, but you had to admit that it was also admirable. This was your first time receiving flowers from someone from a romantic perspective.

You had received flowers from Mingyu, Seungcheol, and even Jihoon, in the past, but they were all friendly gestures or formalities at one of Mingyu’s events. This time, it felt different as you feel a sense of giddiness bloom in your chest.

“He’s coming over tonight, I wonder what else he has planned,” you wonder aloud. Just as you said that sentence, the other girls had walked into the kitchen, and Jisoo immediately asked who you were referring to.

“Wonwoo sent her flowers and said he’d come over to see her, crazy right? This guy just started courting Y/n and is already proving himself worthy,” Jennie replies.

Rosé raises a brow and Lisa’s brows knit. This was a first from any of the guys you’ve ever been with, and Wonwoo hadn’t even taken you out on a proper date yet, but it was a lot coming from someone who was now taking over one of the biggest companies in the country. The man was bound to be busy almost every minute of his entire life right now.

It was a no-brainer that Wonwoo had a lot of responsibilities but given his dating history, or lack thereof, this was a whole new thing for him.

A man who is serious about what he wants is one of the hottest things ever to you, so he was gaining your favor faster than you thought.

“Stop being a bare minimum enjoyer, I can’t wait to see what he’s going to bring to the table for you though. I need this guy to treat you the way you deserve to be treated because you settled for shit men and that isn’t who you are, you need someone serious and emotionally intelligent,” Rosé huffs.

Your friends continue to talk amongst themselves as you get started on your breakfast, your mind still on Wonwoo.

You never paid much mind to Mingyu’s friends, but you slowly warmed up to the twelve men, getting particularly close to Jeonghan, Jihoon, and Seungcheol, specifically, but Wonwoo? You could barely remember your last exchange with the man except for the one from the night before.

They all had their charm and you wouldn’t mind hanging out with any of them at all, but Wonwoo was one of the busier members of the group so you never got the chance to see him as much due to schedules clashing.

You couldn’t lie though, you thought the man was attractive for being so hardworking but still finding the time to go to every dinner or event he was invited to, especially when it came to their friend group in particular.

You had missed a few here and there because you were either too burned out from working, or had too much on your schedule that day, but you always managed to hear that Wonwoo had made it.

“Hey Y/n, we’ll be leaving in an hour or two so you can mentally prepare yourself for your night with Wonwoo. No weird shit ok? I know he’s hot and all but have some self-control and save it for when you’re officially together,” Jennie jokes from behind you as she gives you a back hug.

You let out a giggle and nod softly, immediately catching your friend’s drift.

“Yeah don’t worry, I promise I have it all under control ok Jen? Now let me finish cooking our food so I can at least send you guys off with a thank you for being the best,” you say softly.

The girls smile at you, their expressions teasing in a way. You could only roll your eyes at them. For the first time, your friends supported a guy. It was new and completely unexpected, especially when your close-knit group of friends consisted of maneaters.

After breakfast, your friends had finally left you alone in your penthouse with nothing to do until Wonwoo came over that evening, so you decided to tend to some important emails and other matters.

Hence, you no longer had anything else to think about. You couldn’t help but think though, how could someone like Wonwoo ask you out? Let alone court you. Jeon Wonwoo was someone you least expected to have the time for something like courtship.

It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that you both were some of the busiest people in the industry, especially with your family brand making a name overseas and his company taking the whole country by storm.

You both always had packed schedules, but Wonwoo was willing to fit you into his somehow, which you admired. Your friends always say that a man is never too busy for someone he truly loves.

“He’s already so sweet, I’m already getting sick just thinking about him,” you say to yourself.

You couldn’t help but feel all giddy, even after the traumatic experience with your ex, you felt happy to give someone a chance because they promised to make up for what you had gone through.

Despite your giddy feelings, the emotional trauma had started to creep up on you. Jumping into something new almost immediately wasn’t the wisest idea on your part, but Wonwoo was one of Mingyu’s closest friends as well, so Mingyu wouldn’t push the idea if it wasn’t good for you.

“I shouldn’t put too much effort into how I look tonight, after all, we are just having dinner here, but I wonder what he’s got planned,” you get up from the couch and make your way into your room. Even if you were just going to meet at your own home, you still had to look presentable at least.

Walking into your closet, you decide to pull out another one of your favorite black dresses. It wasn’t too out there, but it was pretty enough to wear for dinner at home. The dress ended at the knees and had puffy sleeves, with the waist having a corset-like design.

This dress was your pride and joy because you had designed this when you were still in your first year of high school, with only one piece existing in the entire world.

“You know what, maybe I should call Mingyu. He could calm my nerves and tell me what Wonwoo is like…” you sigh softly.

Whenever you did feel your nerves catching up to you, you always turned to call your puppy of a best friend to help you get over your thoughts, and since the guy was also one of his closest friends, Mingyu could help alleviate any worries you have.

You opted to call him because he would probably take forever to lecture you either way. You grab your phone and dial Mingyu’s number, the man probably had nothing better to do right now because his family was going to be over that night as well and he talked to you yesterday about wanting to cook for them in his new home.

“Hey, you’re calling me. Don’t tell me you’re nervous about your date with Wonwoo tonight?” You can hear the smirk in Mingyu’s tone.

If he was here, you’d already land him a smack on his shoulder and a good eye roll, but you were in your penthouse across the city.

“I’m not stupid, I just need to hear more about what he’s like. Besides, I also maybe do want to get intel on his side because you’re his other best friend you know,” you chuckle playfully. Mingyu wasn’t a snitch obviously, but he could at least tell you what he gathered from the guy.

“Yeah I know, look, Wonwoo’s just as nervous as you are. It’s his first time being with a woman who wasn’t exactly chosen by his parents if you catch my drift. Just relax, he’s harmless and is pretty good at conversations, he’s not that awkward once he opens up a bit,” you hear shuffling on Mingyu’s end.

“Are you seriously preparing meals right now?” You laugh. You hear Mingyu laugh as he switches over to Facetime before he sets his phone somewhere on the counter.

“You already know, it’s their first time here so I want to make it special and meaningful,” Mingyu smiles.

Your best friend was the biggest green flag you have ever met. Ever since you were kids, you could already tell that his parents had raised him to be the gentleman he is today, and if you weren’t best friends, you would be dating him at this point. But you were already beyond that point because he just really felt like the brother you never had.

“Anyways, as I’m preparing meals, I’m also here to yap about how Wonwoo also knows how to treat someone right. I wouldn’t want anyone else for either of you, so this is all part of my plan,” Mingyu starts gathering plates as you set your phone on the vanity.

“You think you’re some kind of mastermind aren’t you?” You giggle. You would never doubt Mingyu, and if he was desperate enough to get you and Wonwoo together, it just means he’s giving you the treatment you truly deserve.

“You only deserve the best, besides, you’re a woman of class Y/n, don’t get it twisted now. Let me remind you that your family owns one of the biggest fashion companies in all of Korea right now, and your circle only consists of some of the most powerful people in the country.” Mingyu points out.

You hum at his words, had you forgotten who you were because of a guy who was never truly worth your time?

“Thanks for the reminder as always Gyu. I think we could call up Cheol to do a background check on him, and we can get Soonyoung to hire a hitman if possible. I’ll also make sure to call you if I need to sue someone,” you close the lid of your eyeliner and hear Mingyu huff as he holds back another laugh.

The guys were overprotective of you, and you couldn’t blame them for their dislike towards your ex, it was justified now that you truly think about it.

Your ex couldn’t even walk into a gathering with your friends without Dino and Seungkwan giving him side eyes and the dirtiest looks known to man.

“Anyways, Wonwoo doesn’t exactly know how to cook, so he asked me to make your favorite. I made your pasta the way you liked it, just so you know,” Mingyu picks up his phone again and you shake your head as he shows you the various food laid out on the counter.

“I wish I was there, tell Auntie and Uncle that I said hi, and tell your sister that I miss her,” Mingyu pouts. “What about me?” You hold back a smile, ever so clingy.

“We saw each other yesterday, you’ll live. I practically see you almost every day you goof,” you reply.

“Kay whatever, anyways, I’m guessing Wonwoo is on his way so I’ll leave you to it. You look great, don’t give him a heart attack,” you laugh as Mingyu hangs up the call. Your best friend always knew what to say, and you were always grateful to him in every way possible.

You spray on a bit of your favorite perfume and head out into the living room, seeing that the sun is already setting and casting a soft glow into the room.

You smile to yourself, you loved the view from your penthouse, but your sorry excuse of an ex was also a reminder that you chose the place while thinking of him and the life you could’ve had together.

“Stop thinking about him, he’s not worth your fucking time anymore. You have to focus on yourself now, and you’re gonna make it right,” you mutter to yourself softly.

After thirty minutes of pacing around your living room, you hear the buzzer of your doorbell and flinch at the sound. ‘Wonwoo’s here,’ you think, as you make your way to the door to greet your guest, or date, for that matter.

You see Wonwoo through the camera and immediately let out a breath, accompanied by a smile, upon seeing his appearance, as you unlock the door to your home. He looked a bit tired when you went to get him at the door but in a split second, he looked like he was hit with adrenaline upon seeing you.

“Hey, gorgeous, sorry if our first date isn’t exactly the most ideal right now. I’ll take you out somewhere better next time,” Wonwoo says softly before throwing you a smile.

God, he was so damn charming and this was only the first date? And he promised to do even better for the next date?

Wonwoo was already exceeding your expectations by planning another date, making it to your house on time for dinner, and even going out of his way to ask Mingyu to cook your favorite food.

You felt like you could finally depend on someone and moments like that aren’t exactly something you had the luxury of enjoying.

“I’m fine with whatever really, but if you insist, I’ll have to take you up on it,” you say and lead Wonwoo over to the kitchen.

You notice how he takes in the interior carefully, studying every detail of your place of residence. You smile at his action, his observant behavior is endearing to you.

“Your penthouse is beautiful by the way,” You turn to Wonwoo as he places the food on the island in the kitchen. “Thank you, I kind of want to make a few renovations though.” You reply in a gentle voice.

Almost every corner had reminded you of your ex, and you hated how your living space didn’t correspond to your taste anymore.

“Seeing Mingyu’s place, I’d like to be around when you do your renovations. I figured the penthouse was lacking in your personality, but still beautiful like the owner,” Wonwoo keeps his gaze trained on you. You burn under it and start helping him plate the food.

The action of plating the food together and chatting about each other’s lives felt so domestic and natural to you. If you were honest, you wish you were dating Wonwoo and never even met your ex.

You hated comparing your ex to Wonwoo, but the treatment was vastly different, even from the first time he had asked you out. Your ex had asked you out quite casually since he was a friend of a friend, whilst Wonwoo had really taken the time to consider your feelings and had given you time to think.

After dinner, you decided to take Wonwoo on a tour around your penthouse, the two of you easily conversing and feeling more comfortable with each other.

“You still manage to game in between your busy schedule? That’s so crazy,” you smile.

Wonwoo shrugs as the two of you make your way back to the living room, he finds your demeanor cute, and his heart continues to beat even harder for you.

“OK then, what do you do in your downtime little Ms. fashion designer?” He jokes. Wonwoo loved hearing about you or anything to do with you, he adored you that much, and he treasured every moment with you.

“I like niche hobbies, you know? I’ve always loved making handmade things, so beaded jewelry, crocheting, painting, and doing art. I also dabble in writing, reading, photography, and I dance,” you list all your hobbies down, not thinking much of it since no one had ever really asked about them besides your friends.

“Your hobbies are just as gorgeous as you are,” Wonwoo looks at you with a lovesick smile. He felt himself fall for you even harder, he was in too deep and he wouldn’t mind waiting years for you if he had to.

You felt your cheeks heat up and reply with a chuckle. It was only the first date and this man had already managed to make you blush, smile, and make you feel taken care of in just a matter of a few hours. You appreciated the way he treated you so carefully, and you were willing to give him a chance to be a part of your life now.

A few months had gone by in a blur with Wonwoo, and there was never a dull moment with him. From his daily words of affirmation, endless compliments, and a lot more dates he managed to fit into his schedule.

He never forced anything on you, and he was patient with you through and through. You couldn’t have been any more grateful for him for waiting on you for so long.

“Are you attending fashion week next week? I heard from Mingyu that you were offered a spot for your collection debut, that’s amazing Y/n,” Wonwoo smiles from the kitchen island.

You wave your hand dismissively, you felt shy whenever it came to these things, but seeing as Wonwoo was constantly up to date on your endeavors, much like you were with his, you couldn’t avoid it and decided to enjoy the thoughtfulness. He was just perfect, and with each passing day, you admittedly started falling for him just as hard.

“I am, do you want to go with me?” You replied. Wonwoo hums, eyes still on you and with a loving expression on his face.

“I’d be honored to go with you gorgeous, but I wouldn’t want to be crossing any lines with you. You do know that right?” Wonwoo replies.

He had always been so thoughtful, you wondered if the Gods above had finally decided to end your streak of failed relationships.

“Yes, Won. I hope you also know that in no way are you crossing lines by being with me, I mean, you’ve been nothing but amazing to me. Having you by my side is a breath of fresh air, I am always grateful to have you around,” You walk over and give Wonwoo a soft peck on the cheek.

“Great, I’ll ask my secretary to clear my schedule for next week then. Just so I can spend as much time with you as I can, you need all the support you can get since it is your official debut at such a huge event,” Wonwoo circles his arms around your waist and you rest your arms around his neck.

Though you were in a courting stage and weren’t exactly official, you and Wonwoo never shied away from small acts of affection, which slowly uncovered the reciprocated feelings that were starting to bloom on your end.

It was like Wonwoo fit into your life so effortlessly, he was the most supportive, loving, and soft-spoken person in the entire world. He was everything you could’ve ever wanted and he never got mad or raised his voice at you. He truly was perfect, perfect to the point that everyone had been itching for you to finally give him an answer, and you were going to eventually.

Soon enough, a week after that conversation had taken place, you were in Paris with Wonwoo, Mingyu, and a few of your other friends from your close inner circle for fashion week.

You all had arrived in France at around ten in the evening, deciding to go for a small dinner before you all became too swamped with work for the next few days.

“You two have been so cozy lately, it’s so adorable,” Mingyu comments during the dinner. Jennie hums from beside him, and Seungkwan chuckles as he notices you freeze up.

You regain your composure and throw Mingyu a stiff smile, seeing the mischievous glint in your best friend’s eyes.

“I’m just doing my best to treat her the best I can, she deserves the world, and I would give her more if I could. I don’t mind waiting an eternity if I have to, because I know it will be worth the wait to finally have her in my arms and to be able to call her mine,” Wonwoo suddenly spoke up.

You choke on your wine as the rest of your friends either have their jaws dropped or squealed with a newfound giddiness.

You look over at Wonwoo, and the man is staring at you, sincerity sparkling in your eyes. Wonwoo didn’t care about anyone else at that moment, you were the only woman he wanted, and he would do everything in his power to call you his.

He’s been made aware of your continuous strain of failed relationships, and he was determined to break that pattern because you were a woman of value who deserved every good thing the world had to offer.

Back at your hotel, you were suddenly restless after the dinner. A feeling of unease had crept up on you, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of your official debut at fashion week, or the fact that you were going to be facing hundreds of people tomorrow. You were always good at handling crowds, but with an event like Fashion Week, you had no idea what to expect.

“Hey, you’re pacing. What’s going on? Is something on your mind?” Wonwoo had walked out of the bedroom and noticed you pacing around nonstop in the living room. You shake your head at him, brushing off your anxiety, and telling him you were fine when you weren’t.

“You’re not ok, I can tell. Sit down and let’s unpack if you’re up for it, or we can just cuddle. The choice is yours,” Wonwoo brings you into his arms, and you bask in his warmth and comfort.

You felt so vulnerable and wanted to just rest in someone’s arms, so when Wonwoo picked you up and brought you over to the couch, you welcomed the gesture.

“You never fail to make me feel better Won, thank you for always being the best. I feel so bad for being vulnerable right now, but you constantly take care of me so well. I swear it’s just nothing and it’s just my nerves getting the best of me because of tomorrow,” Wonwoo held you tighter, and you never felt so safe in someone’s arms before.

“They’re going to love you out there, you’ve already gotten this far on your own, building your company up higher and higher. You deserve everything Y/n, and we’ll be by your side the entire time to support you. Breathe in and breathe out, the crowds won’t be a bother since we’ll make sure you get there in one piece, ok?” You nod into Wonwoo’s chest and feel his steady breathing.

It felt so nice being so close to him, and you finally decided that it was time to give him an answer and make things official between you both. “Won, could I tell you something?” You look up at him. Wonwoo nods and smiles softly as he runs a hand through your hair.

“Anything you need pretty girl, I’m all ears,” You swore you felt your heart melt. He just looked at you with so much adoration and love in his eyes, you didn’t understand what you did to deserve someone like him.

“I think I’m ready to make things official between us, I had a whole other thing planned out in how I would give you my answer, but that backfired and I couldn’t hold it in any longer,” You were yapping at this point, but Wonwoo let you go on your tangent like usual with a huge grin on his face.

“You don’t understand how happy I am to hear those words coming from you, thank you for giving me the chance to treat you right, gorgeous. Any answer from you would make me happy either way and now I get to officially call you my girlfriend,” Wonwoo plants a chaste kiss on your lips and pulls away to see you looking like a blushing mess.

Loving Wonwoo was so easy, being with him was easy, and you both effortlessly fit into each other’s lives. Maybe you weren’t the problem, but the people you had been with were just the wrong ones.

When the next day rolled around, you were already awake in bed, wrapped in not only the comforter but also in Wonwoo’s arms.

You turned to face him and watched his sleeping form, you couldn’t comprehend that he was finally yours, and suddenly every moment spent with him over the past few months had started coming back to you.

The flowers were always the most memorable. Wonwoo would constantly buy you flowers, whether they meant something or not, he would always have them on hand during a date or when he simply visited you throughout the week.

“You don’t have to get me flowers all the time you know? I love and appreciate the gesture but I hate to see you spend so much,” You giggle. Wonwoo shakes his head dismissively and pretends to shush you, causing you to laugh at his actions.

“I want to, and besides, why make money when I can’t spend it on you? You deserve it. You work so hard every day and it’s my token of appreciation for the most outstanding woman I could ever be with,” Wonwoo replies proudly. Always the charmer, Jeon Wonwoo.

The next most memorable thing was just Wonwoo’s endless effort to take care of you and make you feel loved in every way possible.

Since Wonwoo is the caretaker type, he would meticulously plan out dates, ask your secretary for your schedule ahead of time, and even ask you what you felt like doing that day just so you could be happy. It was something you never thought would ever be possible in your years of dating.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” You hear Wonwoo’s morning voice and it snaps you out of your daze.

Wonwoo was there, arms around your waist, and looking soft as ever. You run a hand through his hair and hold him close to you.

“I was just thinking about how amazing the past few months with you had been, you always do so much for me, and I always appreciate the effort. Thank you Wonwoo,” You kiss him and Wonwoo responds with just as much need. He cups your face and you instantly melt into the touch of his hand.

“I will continue to treat you as such, and I hope you do not expect any less. You’re the reason I keep going these days, and being with you is something I will forever thank the stars for doing. I can’t wait to spend all these years with you, Y/n,” Wonwoo pulls away and takes in your features.

You chuckle and sit up in bed before taking your phone from the nightstand. You check the time and in moments, you realize you still need to get ready.

“Won, I’m gonna go get ready. We leave for the venue in an hour or two for final adjustments, and I still need my hair and wardrobe done before we leave,” You practically jump out of bed and Wonwoo laughs at how frantic you are. Always the perfectionist, but he found you endearing in every way possible.

Wonwoo watches as you get your hair and makeup done, his own not taking as much time, so he decided to watch you get yours done.

“You’re staring, Mr. Jeon,” You notice him from behind you. Wonwoo shakes his head and continues to watch you. You are the most beautiful woman in his eyes without a single doubt.

At the venue, there were already a lot of people lined up and getting ready for the fashion show. The press was there taking pictures of the celebrities, and you noticed Mingyu, Jeonghan, and Minghao eating up the attention.

Crowds were going wild at how gorgeous your friends looked, but you and Wonwoo decided to catch up with them after the show since you still had to go backstage.

“Will you be fine with Yerin, love? I don’t wanna disturb your work so I’ll be heading out to join the others. If you need me, just ask her to call me and I’ll be here for you,” Wonwoo smiles. He knows how much focus you’ll be putting on the show, so he decided not to delay you any longer.

“I’ll be ok, love. Thank you, again. You guys just sit back and enjoy the show, and I’ll be right with you guys,” You smile warmly.

Wonwoo nods and makes his way out to find Mingyu, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Seungkwan, who are already seated near each other.

“Wonwoo! Over here! Can you believe it? Y/n’s finally officially debuting overseas, she deserves it so much,” Wonwoo slips into the seat beside Mingyu, and takes notice of your friends Jennie, Lisa, Jisoo, and Rosé sitting behind them.

“She’s been working so hard lately, she really does deserve it,” Wonwoo replies proudly. Soonyoung and Vernon joined them shortly after, along with Joshua and Seokmin, and the show was finally about to begin.

The models walked down, all in pieces Wonwoo had seen in your sketchbook, and now they were finally coming to life. From the shoes to the bags, all the way down to the accessories, he could recognize your designs from anywhere because it was just so you. He took videos because he proudly wanted to show you that he is always going to be your number one supporter.

The show had gone by in a breeze, and you came out from behind the models, looking like one of them even, before bowing as the audience clapped for you. Wonwoo could see the sparkle in your eyes, and the way you were glowing with happiness. You look like an angel.

All your close circle of friends had then gathered, and you walked towards them. They showered you with words of congratulations, how proud they were of you, and you thanked your friends for their endless support. Out of nowhere though, as Lisa was hugging you to congratulate you, your eyes fell on Wonwoo, who was holding a beautiful bouquet of roses.

Mingyu laughed as he pushed the man toward you, and you felt shy upon seeing his appearance. Wonwoo looked so dashing while wearing a full collection of your clothes, and he was handing you your favorite flowers like a prince. You wish you were dreaming because everything felt so surreal at that moment.

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