#woodz soloist

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WOODZ wallpaper pfv? ♡

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[koreanthrillerenjoyer]

NEW QUIZ GUYSSSSS

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It’s called “wich of my kpop biases would you comit a crime with and what crime is it? “

PLS REPOST SO I CAN REACH MORE PEOPLE ( I spend a lot of time making it :3 )

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woodz (soloist)

[miujo]

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☆ . 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 . ☆

── ۪ ♡ ۫ Wᴏᴏᴅᴢ Mᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ

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우즈

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⌇ 　OF DOUBTS AND MISTAKES 　( 조승연 )

genre exes to lovers , second chance , kinda angsty but hopeful ending , sort of 1800s au but not rly historically accurate , based on abyss lyrics/mv but not super accurate to the songs meaning obv , woodz x fem!reader   cw seungyoun self-loathes a lot , pretty much a lot of description of depression symptoms and behaviours , a verse from proverbs sprinkled in there cause it felt right , not proofread   wc 1470   request yes   note idk if any of my woodz fics will ever be just simple fluff because his songs and personality just inspire the angst/deeper meaning fics in me but quite happy with this wrote it all in about an hour hehe   net @kstrucknet

Seungyoun was scared of many things. It felt like every day was spent barely clinging on, trying to distract his mind from thinking of the past. He hadn’t always been scared. In fact, he used to feel fearless. He never once thought he would one day be so paralyzed and stagnant. 

He was apprenticed to a librarian several hundred miles west of where he once lived. Studying history and preserving ancient books. It was never something he was truly interested in. But, it was a generous offer and he wasn’t likely to find anything better for years, so he took it up. He found his life dramatically shifted in the course of a few weeks. 

He once spent his days in town, riding horses and doing trade with visitors from neighbouring towns. He was carefree and full of life and love. Now, he spent every day cooped up in an old library that smelled like parchment and ink, sorting through century old texts and copying them down to new volumes. He was lucky to get a few words in conversation throughout the day with his master, an older man senior to him by over 50 years. Seungyoun felt like he had a lot to learn from him, but his words were few and advice given both sparingly and cryptically. 

The library never got many visitors. There were some servants who would come to pick up books for their masters, or a few ambitious young men hoping to study the greats to further their own success. There were rarely any women who came to the library. Certainly not from far away towns. And in no way was there ever anyone who Seungyoun knew from his life before.

Until one quiet afternoon when Seungyoun was staring out the window and a customer came in. The customer being you.

On that particular day, Seungyoun wanted to disappear. He didn’t want to run away or particularly go back, but simply disappearing from reality would be his best bet. He stared out at the lush green gardens that surrounded the old library. He was allowed to go out whenever he pleased, but he had locked the door shut from the inside and didn’t intend to set foot along the trails or smell the flowers. Perhaps it would have done him well to get fresh air and clear his head. Getting a break from the overwhelming musty smell of the warm library and feeling a cool breeze through his hair. But still, he stayed put in his chair, flipping mindlessly through a book on philosophy until his peace was disturbed.

“You really wanted to leave me and everything else behind for this? I thought whatever you seemed so eager to go after four years ago must have been something truly spectacular. I hate to say you’ve disappointed me once again, Cho Seungyoun.” You didn’t hold back in slamming him with all the hurt feelings his leaving had left you with. Now was not the time you wanted to sound desperate or loving. You were angry at him, and you wanted him to know that.

Seungyoun’s eyes lifted to your face slowly, processing if this was actually real life and not just another one of his daydreams. But there you stood in front of him, arms crossed stubbornly in a very unladylike way. You were dressed plainly, but your beauty always overshadowed anything you wore. You never needed the elaborate dresses and precious jewelry that other ladies sought after. You would always command the attention of everyone in the room with just your presence. And you were certainly commanding Seungyoun’s attention with just a few stern words. 

His heart thumped a bit faster in his chest and guilt creeped through his entire body, touching every nerve. What was he even supposed to say to you? What could he possibly pull at to earn your forgiveness? 

“Y/n.” Just the mere uttering of your name had his lip quivering in uncertainty. What used to fall from his lips almost on instinct suddenly felt unnatural and wrong. Like you were too above him for him to even attempt to speak a word to you anymore. Why did you come to see him when he was so clearly worthless in comparison to you?

“Well? Will you just sit there all day? You must know I haven’t come to buy books on poetry.” Your glaring eyes did nothing to help the young man’s nervousness. He had seen you give that look to others before. He had always laughed with you after, discussing their faults in a carefree way. Now he was on the receiving end. He couldn’t possibly have felt more embarrassed. 

But he forced his body to stand regardless, following you a few paces behind as you led the way out to the gardens. He had no idea why you were there in the first place, or what you hoped to achieve by visiting him again. Was it just to laugh at how far he had fallen? Surely there was no way you wanted him back in your life.

“Did you think all that time I spent with you meant nothing? For you to throw it away for a simple apprenticeship?” You implored him pointedly, determined to get an answer out of the man. His words seemed to get stuck in his throat. He closed his eyes, head falling slightly. Whether out of thought or out of shame, you weren’t sure. 

“Talk to me, Seungyoun. I didn’t come all this way for nothing.” Your voice was gentler this time, prodding him for an answer in a more inviting, less demanding way. He wasn’t sure why you were still being forbearing with him. He was well deserving of your frustration.

“I don’t know what to say. You want me to explain myself and defend my actions, but there is no possible explanation I could grasp that would paint me as anything less than a fool. That is what I am, Y/n. I cannot pretend to be happy with my choices. They have led me to a fruitless future. I will be secure in life, yes, but I know I won’t be living.” 

He had finally found his voice again, and you stared at him as he talked. First his words were tentative. They quickly grew more clear as his narrative took a turn to self-loathing. Your suspicions these past years were proven right in a single minute, and once Seungyoun finished talking, you both stood in silence. The weight of his words laid heavy on your shoulders. 

“If you are a fool, then I am your equal. Tell me truly, do you still think about me?” Although you were partially scared to hear his answer, you desperately needed to. There was no denying that you still longed to mean something to him. Maybe you had learned nothing from the past. Maybe you were making an even bigger mistake. 

Hope deferred makes the heart sick. A line that had never struck you more closely than in the last four years. You had started to live by it. A longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul.

“There has not been a day you didn’t cross my mind.” Seungyoun’s words were simple but sincere. For the first time since you had stepped outside, he dared to meet the gaze of your eyes again. His ebony eyes, so captivating and sorrowful at the same time. Swirling with hopes long lost and dreams being rekindled. You could stare at them for a lifetime. 

“Then hear me when I say that I want to be with you. I am choosing you over every other.” You stepped closer, grasping his hands with your own. 

You knew it was entirely improper. Seungyoun was hardly a gentleman. He would not be able to offer you riches like your past suitors. But what he could offer was something you valued far more. Happiness. 

Seungyoun swallowed his emotions, preventing them from crashing over him like a wave. 

“You are settling for far less than you could—”

“On the contrary. I am not settling for anything. You are not worthless to me.” Your words were so earnest that Seungyoun was unable to ignore them despite his first instincts. You truly meant everything you had said.

“I’m scared I will disappoint you again. If—” 

You cut him off once again, silencing him with a chaste kiss. His heart felt unsteady, his body in a battle with his mind. He wanted to be with you. It was all he ever wanted. He had never figured out how to stop the restless thoughts in his mind, battering his ego and self-worth. You had silenced them with one simple kiss. All at once, he felt at peace again.

“Just stay. That is all I ask of you.” 

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🥃 ꫶ angels by devil. . ⟢₊ ⊹ ₊

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I'm curious!! Btw my inbox / pm is always open for conversations about Woodz 🤭🧡💙

[halmey]

an ti ti ti ti fragile, fragile

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