#x1 wooseok x male!reader

[nobodyeverasked]

back to you; kim wooseok

(4704 words) - large

Summary: X marks the spot.

A/N: This isn’t a request, but I literally needed to do this or the idea would’ve slipped from my mind (I planned to do this one before their debut, which passed). I literally pumped this out in one day, so I hope you enjoy! I’m working on requests right now, so this is just something to take the edge off in the meantime.

Y/N tried his best to wring out the sweat staining the soft skin of his hands, not to be blinded by the beryl spotlights stabbing into his eyes, or deafened by the ear-piercing applause rumbling the oily black stage below him. The tremors of fear clawed throughout his body, months of hard work that passed like seconds, but felt like years amalgamating into an abyssal conglomerate of nerves bunching at the back of his throat. Produce X 101 was a rollercoaster of any emotion that a human being could possibly feel, and bared every burden that one could carry on their shoulders. It was a nightmare hidden in a daydream, but also the oasis in the desert.

He has made so many friends, and had to hug so many people a bitter farewell, clutching onto their tear-stained blazers and looking into too many glassy eyes…

 Too many… 

He was able to perform in front of hundreds of thousands of people and was able to hear the chimes of people's voices echo his name from every corner of the venue. He finally felt what it would be like to live in only a fraction of his most desired ambitions, and leave the pinewood floor of the same practice room at Pledis that he danced in for three years - trapped. The mirror that always stood in front of him replaced with a flurry of dancing lights and compassionate smiles.

He reflected on his journey here, and how many of those who held him dear still stood on the giant black ‘X’ in the middle of the stage, how many he danced with, sang with, laughed with, and cried with. The blade of distress wedged itself further in his heart when the numbers and names appeared on that large screen every single day.

*

As soon as he entered through that doorway, his entertainment company - Pledis Entertainment - shining in blinding lights on the screen behind him, eyes and expectations lingered on him like a cheap perfume, and fortunately, his audition did not disappoint. His reign as a threat, though, only lasted until the night bled into the sunlit sky, the reevaluation.

He lost his voice during the reevaluation halfway through the song. All he could do was continue to dance with the shadows of dejection strewn across his once nervous smile. 

As soon as he fled from the prying eyes behind the camera, he felt the frigid shivers of sympathy already boring into his skull. His confidence and his motivation were broken, and his hopes sunk to the pit of his stomach ever since.

He never left the fragile warmth and safety of Han Seungwoo’s arms that day.

His redemption for both respect, and himself, started to build up in front of him as soon as his voice started to come back during his Blood, Sweat and Tears performance and was able to shoot up to first for two episodes straight, finally losing the stares of sympathy, and gaining curved lips of recognition. 

He was a considerable threat during the series, placing in the top eleven for almost every episode. He was always commended for his relentless perseverance despite his slip-ups, his sense of humor, his seemingly endless inventory of talents and the bonds that he had with many other trainees that managed to be caught in the heavenly light of his smile. The narrative that was forged through the heat of every heavy breath he drew, and every word sung through his lips made his journey through the first half of the series seem like a breeze, what could have gone wrong?

It was Wooseok, Kim Wooseok…

Believe it or not, they were actually a couple during Wooseok’s days as a member of Up10tion, however, the twines that fused their gazes and interweaved their fingers slowly snapped, and the tides separating their touches pushed them further away from each other. Wooseok’s hiatus was the final thing that shut their mouths and stopped the peppering of one-word texts that were sent through their phones once every other week. Wooseok - the older - was absolutely bewildered, to say the least, when Pledis showed up on the screen ahead of him and Y/N came in, timidly scampering through the cobalt doorway of the main room.

Many flames burned in his heart and marred his brain. He was thrilled to look into those enthralling eyes once more, to see every single sparkle lining his crescent-moon gaze, to know the stories that hung between those upturned lips, and remember the flavour of the tongue that danced with his. However, his heart hurt just as much as every part of him yearned for his touch, and for his grip to coil around the waist that fitted between his hands so perfectly. He knew that he could only admire his boyfriend from a distance. 

He made a fissure so long and wide - created through months and months of silence and habitual excuses - that no matter how close they were physically, their hearts would still be millions of miles away.

*

The ranks were already being shared, one less person standing on the X, and adding one more spark of sadness to fester in the pit of Y/N’s stomach. 

He placed third just before this finale, he could not have fallen so far, he had confidence that he delivered a decent performance, putting all of his effort into every single line of To My World that he had. An uncomfortable, thick heat flourished under Y/N’s navy blazer, and his spirits started to fall with every name that was called. None were his…

“Lee Eunsang from Brand New Music!”

He and Eunsang never talked that much, all they used to share were approving glances of each other’s talents. They shared a mutual admiration for each other, but one that never passed through their anxiously pursed lips. Y/N had no idea how Eunsang could pull of such a vibrant head of scarlet hair, and Eunsang had no idea how Y/N found the perseverance to keep going and staying positive, despite the humiliation that thrashed wildly at him during the reevaluation, and the difficulty of working with unprofessional trainees who already had the lights of optimism fading from their dark eyes. If Y/N made the group - or ‘when’ in Eunsang’s book - he would spill out all of the feelings that were stuck on the tip of his tongue since they spared stares for each other.

“Kang Minhee from Starship Entertainment!”

He liked Minhee, and Minhee liked him, they were on the same team once, and all they could remember was suffering the same storm of hopelessness as they stood in their line, waiting for the ranks of their concept evaluation to be slapped onto that dreadful, black screen. He could still feel Minhee’s head laid limply on his shoulder when they were practicing, the haze of nightfall still felt through the hollow walls and the pale light of the practice room.

“Cha Junho from Woollim Entertainment!”

Cha Junho and Y/N had a connection that hid behind closed doors, and out from under the cerulean lights that lit under Junho’s feet. Y/N was one of the people who was able to see the side of Junho that was barely ever shown, the emotional one. The one that would have Junho heave in fits of relentless laughter when they joked with each other,  the one that would cast a blush across his tanned cheeks whenever Y/N would complement his singing, or the one that would silently fanboy over Y/N’s gaze towards the camera. 

“Nam Dohyun from MBK Entertainment!”

They never really conversed that much, however, all Dohyun knew about Y/N was that he deserved to feel the blue leather of one of these seats just as much as he did. They usually exchanged glances every now and then, and shared sheepish smiles when and after Dohyun failed to do a pullup. If Y/N debuts, he knows he will never hear the end of it, but he also knows that he will probably soon find something to tease Y/N about on their late-night car rides to the gym.

“Lee Hangyul from MBK Entertainment!”

Despite the vast contrast of the presences that they carried off stage, Hangyul knew that he was immediately enamoured by Y/N’s aura as soon as he performed Blood, Sweat, and Tears. The maturity that bloomed so abruptly in his peaceful eyes and the fires of such graceful intensity that writhed with every movement he made on that stage shocked him, but also brought them together. They could never forget the passive conversations that conquered the starlight seeping in through the windows of their dorm or the warmth of each other’s support that was always cradled close to their hearts.

“Son Dongpyo from DSP Media!”

These two babies were inseparable since the beginning, their combined cuteness shining a light of positivity and happiness that everyone desperately needed. Dongpyo had immense respect for Y/N since he found the motivation to move on after his mistakes during the reevaluation, and was one of the first to hold him in his arms when he stepped out of the frame of the camera. Soon enough, Seungwoo had two kids, both of whom he loves with all of his heart. 

If Y/N debuts, Dongpyo hopes to let the candlelights of their emerging friendship to erupt like wildfire, and for their moments together to forever be engraved in their heads.

“Cho Seungyoun from Yuehua Entertainment!”

They barely ever conversed, only sparing glances every now and then, and smiling at each other through the screen when they performed their separate songs. Even though it was never forged into words, the respect for each other was always there - lingering in the sparks of their eyes whenever they watched each other. They would love to see each other grow if they manage to debut together. 

“Song Hyeongjun from Starship Entertainment!”

Y/N was starting to get nervous now, he was in third place, and he knew that with people like Yohan, Seungwoo, Wooseok, and Jinhyuk, that there was no way he was going to be seated on one of those chairs, feeling the relieving coolness of that blue leather running under his palms. The shadows of doubt ate away at the flames of hope in his heart, and the tremors of fear and disappointment convulsing through his hands - clenched at his sides. Although his faith was starting to wither, he could not be prouder of one of his best friends, Song Hyeongjun. 

They clicked ever since they caught each other’s gaze, the nervous greetings towards each other that haunted their memories fading away as they started to spend more time together, the melodies of their shared laughter forever resonating throughout their heads. They both knew that no matter how bad things got, they would always seek solace in each other, have a shoulder that they could lean on, and arms they could fall into. When they both debut - as Hyeonjun liked to remind Y/N every single day - he wants to make new memories and share more moments, burn the stage and flood arenas everywhere with their boundless compassion.

“Han Seungwoo from Plan A Entertainment!”

Y/N could barely think about how much Seungwoo has changed his life until he was swept into a tight hug, his trance of bittersweet thoughts, and the sour flavour of dread lining his tongue dissipating in the warmth of Seungwoo’s embrace. All Y/N managed to muster was a weak sigh, nestling his head into the curve of Seungwoo’s neck, and relishing in his squared shoulders that he has leaned on and cried into countless times. He hugged him as if it was his last time, the torrid heat pooling between their pressed chests reminding Y/N that with Seungwoo taking third, maybe it actually was.

Reluctantly parting, Y/N walked back to his place on the X. There was the last spot, he thought desperately. However, looking at the heavy heads that were hung around him, he knew that this… This was the end, he knew who the last two were going to be, and he knew who would be taking the twelfth spot of this group, it was not going to be him. 

He had to sacrifice everything, waste his breath, hold back his tears and make limitless bonds only to see them slip through his very fingertips. The waves of his self-doubt hurling him further away from the debut that he poured his everything into.

The ringing in his ears shoved him into the pools of anguish, his head dropped too low to see Yohan winning first place and Wooseok - his boyfriend - obtaining second. Y/N may not even get to apologize to the man he still loves.

He was sorry for not being good enough, sorry for holding him back, sorry for not being there.

His heart pounded against his ribs, the lights above him carving out the oily shadows of distress tainting his once hopeful smile, and painting a tapestry of worry along his entire body. He was too deafened by his own mantra of disheartening thoughts to hear the audience ahead of him screaming his name, hoping to help the ashes of his desperation rise into the phoenix of optimism and confidence that he once was. 

Everyone perched on their ranking seats were sweating bullets, hands bunched at their sides. The embers of hope blooming in their widened eyes as soon as they realized that their friend - Y/N -  was not up here with them, but was on the screen behind them, along with three other trainees.

Y/N was a nominee for the X spot along with Jinhyuk, Minkyu, and Jungmo, however, he was too scared and desperate to notice, his gaze stuck to the floor below him, and his hands draped dejectedly behind his back.

Almost everyone near Wooseok could hear a rough sigh burst out from between his lips as he hunched over, his elbows digging into his knees and his nails wedging into his palm. He could still feel Y/N’s fingers interlacing with his, and he could still hear the faint echoes of the summer rain tapping against their window as they once fell asleep in each other’s arms, nothing on their minds except each other. All he wants to do is hold him, sing with him, perform with him. He wants to kiss him, hug him, embrace him. Talk with him until the sun rose and cuddle with him until the stars died. He yearned to tell him everything that he was too stupid to say, and to fall at his feet, promising to never take Y/N’s untainted love for granted ever again.

Jungmo, Minkyu and Jinhyuk, and Y/N all looked at each other in absolute shock. Looking up at the screen, exhausted and doubtful, he knew for sure that this was the end for him. He saw the other boys, and how much worthier they were for this group, how a relentless fire of hope still danced in their eyes.

He let his gaze fall back to the glossy, black floors, his reflection searing into his mind. His tired eyes, his face shaded with doubt, and his once radiant smile that entranced the entire country - no, the world - now a firm line embellishing his usually joyous features. He barely let the sob boiling at the back of his throat crash through his bitten lip until a hand clutched his, fingers silently threading together.

It was Jinhyuk, watching with heartache as a tear of unmixed anguish finally broke from Y/N’s dull eyes, the sparks of maturity that Hangyul found himself absorbed in, gone, and the healthy glow in his cheeks that burned brighter with every casual smile he shone, erased by the rivers carving into them.

Jungmo leaned over to grab his other hand, bending down and trying to look him in the eyes, but the weights of dejection only pulled Y/N’s head further down, unwilling to look at the person whose dreams that would either be broken, or the person that could make whatever menial semblance of hope he still had perish in an instant.

Y/N’s mangled thoughts finally overtook him, a cobweb of distress and sorrow thickening in his head, the darkness of his insecurities finally bringing the walls of his fragile stability tumbling down. He was too enwrapped by the cacophonies of his own anxiety and sadness, that he did not even hear the host call his name.

“Y/N from Pledis Entertainment!!!”

When the echoes - that felt oh so distant - finally clawed their way into his head, his eyes finally lifted from the floor once again, and his jaw dropped, his teary gaze pried open by the delicate hands of surprise. All of the tribulations he faced with every single week, all of the stress that infected his mind as his rank dropped and rose as it pleased, and all of the tears he shed were finally worth it. Within a fraction of his sharpening vision, he could feel everyone diving in to hug him, all of the happiness and gratitude swelling in his chest bringing him to his knees.

Everyone ranked on their blue leather seats shot up, clapping as they shouted Y/N’s name in symphonies of their own joy. Their dear friend, a kid that they forged so many memories with on and off camera, on and off the show, is going to be debuting with them, they could never feel more proud.

Y/N could barely notice people frantically wiping away his tears for him before he instantly wrapped his arms around the people closest to him, his face buried in Jinhyuk’s chest, and his arms wrapped around both Jungmo and Yuvin, who embraced him just as tightly. Walking down the aisle, and following in the footsteps of eleven of his closest friends, was one of the best feelings that he has ever experienced. Sapphire lights ignited under his feet as he looked up at the young men smiling down at him, all of the memories that he has experienced with every single one of them resurfacing in his mind.

Wooseok instantly jumped up from his chair - much to everyone’s surprise - and ran to Y/N, the younger boy who just regained his composure crumbling to the ground in tears once more when his gaze fell upon Wooseok, who had his arms spread wide open and enveloped his boyfriend in the warmest, most loving embrace that they have shared in months. It felt absolutely wonderful for both boys, to feel the skin that ran between their lips after so long, and the ardor that stirred in their mending hearts. They reveled in the flames of their compassion taking flight in the streams of cobalt light draping over them, and buried their faces into each other’s necks, the scents of their past memories still resonating in their heads even after so long.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry!” Wooseok’s voice shook with tremors of boundless regret, his voice so soft - barely above a whisper - but his words so strong, as if he was screaming from the rooftops they always used to spend time on, the starlight that used to hang over them and their interwoven lips still shining brightly in their minds. “I felt so many things, but I never had the balls to tell you anything! I’m so sorry we stopped talking, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t have been there for you when you needed me! I just want to hold you, hug, and kiss you again… I want it to be just like the old times… Please…”

“It’s okay, it’s all okay…” Y/N barely managed to weave his words together through his breathy sobs. “I would like that, very much… I’m sorry, Wooseok, I should’ve-”

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, babe…” Wooseok leaned back to wipe away his boyfriend’s tears, still streaming down his cheeks, and glistening in the spotlights still hanging over them. The heat blistering between Wooseok’s fingers singed Y/N’s skin with the scorch marks of admiration, his thumbs gently gliding across his cheeks reminding both of them how much they yearned for their delicate touches, and their interlocked gazes helping them reminisce about simpler times. Much simpler times… “Thank you. I love you, so so so so so much…”

Hearing him say those words after so long, and feeling the symphonies of sincerity lacing his words made Y/N lean his head back on Wooseok’s shoulder and melt further into his loving embrace. 

They parted slowly, Y/N’s fingers still loosely entwined with the older’s, and his heart still burning with the passionate flames of a reinvigorated fondness. It has been so difficult, easing into this competition without feeling Wooseok’s soothing hands skipping stones of tenderness across his skin, or having his heart broken with every passing elimination and not having those perfect, rose lips to mend it back together. Hearing ‘I love you’ from him meant more than anything to him.

“Now go, give your speech, you deserve it…” Wooseok pulls Y/N back in for a quick embrace, giving a secret kiss under his jaw before hopping back up the stairs, looking around with a satisfied smile at all the other boys who still had hints of surprise still lingering on their faces.

Dongwook handed Y/N another microphone with a sweet smile strewn across his pale, pink lips. He has watched Y/N grow so much in the past couple months that he has known him, and he could not be more proud of the boy standing before him.

“Hello, I’m Y/N form Pledis Entertainment!” Y/N bowed to the crowd and the screams of congratulations flooded the entire venue, the applause and relentless cheers making the sapphire lights cast upon them convulse to the noise. “When I lost my voice and went to F, I thought I was a failure… I-I knew I was a failure.” All of the fans yell a chorus of ‘NO!’s back at him, causing a weak chuckle to roll off his tongue and through his quivering lips, “but you all made me feel so loved, so wanted - it’s been such a long time…” He looked at the trainers across the stage, at the trainees still standing on the X below him and to all of the people that he made such beautiful memories with. He wished - more than anything - that he could take all of the boys with him. “Whether it be helping me get my voice back, helping me with dancing, singing, or just being a better person - a better everything.” He looked up and around him, watching with a thin smile, flourishing with the tiny sparks of bliss. “You’ve all treated me so well. In this group, I will repay you with everything I have, and give you the Y/N that will not put your faith in vain. Thank you so much!” Y/N let one last sob rip through his upturned lips before giving the microphone back to Dongwook and sitting down in the chair behind him, the gold ‘X’ never shining brighter, and the blue leather resting under his hands never feeling better - softer. 

This was it, this was the start of something new. Something better…

Much better…

*

These past couple weeks with the eleven boys that have somehow burrowed deeper into his heart have been magnificent, and spending more time with Wooseok has made their connection that much stronger, their love burning even brighter than the days they first got together.

They were laying on his bed in their dorm, the dark grey sheets rippling against their interwoven bodies, and the pale moonlight seeping through the windows, draping against them. Wooseok’s hand was lost in Y/N’s hair, mindlessly threading his fingers between his locks and pressing his lips to the knuckles that he pulled towards him. The haze of pure, untainted bliss surrounded them, strumming the strings of their heart and belting a symphony of admiration that soared gracefully throughout the room, nothing but the warmth of their love and the tranquil silence.

“We have so much time to make up for.” Wooseok wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, the fingers that ran along his hands in a haphazard daze making his grip tighter with every one of their interwoven heartbeats that meandered in the peaceful air hovering around them. He did not want to lose Y/N - the biggest blessing in his life - never again. 

“Tell me about it…”

“I missed this too, your skin is so soft, so warm…” Wooseok traced kisses across Y/N’s collar bones, the hums of comfort and pleasure that stirred above him, settling into the gelid air of nightfall coiling their bodies. 

“I mean, I have been using this new lotion, and you know Areum from Uni?”

“Yeah-”

“She gave me advice on some face masks and primers, I-” Y/N finally looked up to see the older’s stoic expression and his sarcastically lidded eyes, prepared to roll into his skull at any given moment. “Oh, that… Is not what you meant.”

Y/N tries to stifle a screech into Wooseok’s shoulder as he was heaved up and tackled back into the bed, the older’s smirk searing into the younger’s chest, and their legs intertwining as soon as their gazes interlocked once more, the starlight caught in their stares, new galaxies of wonder forged with every blink. Wooseok buried his nose into the curve of Y/N’s neck, upturned lips seizing supple skin, and a sigh of alleviation seeping further into it.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant…” Wooseok’s eyes shone with the sparks of his admiration - ones that never died - the moonlight that bathed his pale skin glossing over his magnetic lips, and entwining with the gentle, brown waves that swathed his forehead. “But it’s like my hands never forgot you, I’m glad.”

“Me too, Seokie…”

Their soft smiles weaved together in a seamless dance of sweltering admiration, hands, and fingers - surging with the warmth of compassion - wandering over skin in cherishing touches. All of the painful memories, harbouring nothing but painful silence and vague, heartless texts, dissipating in the haze of their euphoria, and the mist of twilight settling between the languid pulses of their lips. Blissful embers took flight in the peaceful currents swelling throughout the room, all of the tiny habits that lingered in their minds, and shone under the barren abyss of the night performing under the spotlight of their heavy breaths after so long. Like how Wooseok would always roll them over and have the younger’s precious thighs seize his waist, or how Y/N would edge his teeth into his boyfriend’s lip every once in a while. It was the little things, the shifting of touches, and the feathery kisses that trailed their jawlines, that made them happy.

They both pulled back, lidded eyes - pulled down by the weight of the heavy dusk - and lethargic smiles gracing their features before they drifted off to sleep, Y/N still laying on Wooseok’s chest, and the latter’s nose buried in the head of hair that was still marred by the scorch marks of his delicate touches.

“Oh-” The opening of their bedroom door went unnoticed by the peacefully sleeping boys as Yohan popped his head through the crack he made for himself, the tangle of limbs on the bed casting a bright smile across his lips. “Yep, this ship is definitely sailing.”

[allreaders]

His Sweater!

"Where is it?" You yelled out trying to find your favorite sweater that a friend gifted you when you first came to Korea. You ran into the living room and started to take the room apart trying to find this red sweater. "Where are you?" You looked under the couch. Nothing was there except for some socks. You stood up and tried to remember the last time you saw it. "Think, come on!" You walk in to your room to see Wooseok in your bed still asleep. You grabbed the sheet and pulled it off the bed to expose Wooseok in his boxers. "Fuck, It's not here." You whispered trying not to wake him. You put the blanket back on him and walked into your closet.

You rummage through your things. "How the fuck did I loose this f*cking sweater I basically use it every day!" You can feel your eyes water up from the stress. You sat down on the floor and looked at the amount of clothes you have. "How do I have so much clothes, this is why I can't pay rent this month!" You grabbed the closest thing near you which happened to be Wooseok shoe and threw it at the pile of clothes. "Hey thats my shoe!" You looked at the door to see Wooseok in one of your over sized Nirvana shirt. "Good morning." He walked over to you and sat beside you.

"Whats up?" He asked. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. "I have this coffee date with the friend who helped me when I first came to Korea and they bought me this red sweater and I can't find it and now I'm freaking out... I just... I dont know? Maybe I'm just being dramatic." Wooseok smiled "babe, you mean that one?" He pointed to the pile of clothes infront of us. You looked up and noticed it. "I'm an idiot!" Wooseok stood up and grabbed the sweater. "No, it just happens sometimes. The other day I couldn't find my phone and I made all of X1 try to find it. Eventually Dongpyo noticed it in my pocket and I had to buy everyone food that day... Those assholes really know how to empty my wallet." You laughed a bit and wiped you face.

"Come on lets go shower and I'll drop you off." You nod and walk with him. After a couple of minutes you both change. You look around for the sweater again. "What the f*ck, how did I lose you already?" You went back into the closet to see if you took it out. You couldnt find it and walked back into the room.

"Babe? How you seen the sweater? I could of sworn that I placed it on the bed." Wooseok walks out of the bathroom cleaning his ears "what?" You look over to him and noticed he had the sweater on. "Wooseok! Really?" He smiled and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "What? I look cute in this, and it smells like you, I have interviews all day today and I just want something that remind me of you." You role your eyes and grab his sweater from yesterday. It was a yellow hoodie with some wording in the from of it. "Fine I'll take this then. Its a bit cloudy so it's going to make me look shiny." Wooseok grabbed your hand and lead you out the car.

He dropped you off at the coffee shop that you are meeting your friend at and went on with his day. You ordered your coffee and sat down by the window. You took a sip from your cup and looked outside to see that there was a music show happening across the street. You heard the front door ring and noticed that your friend finally arrived. He walked to you with a big smile and hugged you. "F/N finally you're late." You both sit down "I know there alot of people outside that I can barley get through." You nod and looked over to the crowd of people. "Do you know who is performing?" You looked back at your friend "I think it Itzy, Txt, Everglow, and X1" your eyes widen "what? X1 is performing?" You grabbed your friends hand and ran out to the crowd.

"What you doing?" You guys entered the building and found some seats near the front. "I'm hoping X1 performs first so we dont have to be here all day." You looked over to your friend who's still confused. You leaned close to him and whispered "I'm dating a member from this group and I want to see if you can guess who it is." He nods "how long have you been dating?" You looked around to see if anyone was listening to you "a couple of months now but we are trying to keep things at a low for him, I've met his parents but as friends and I yet to meet X1." He nods and the lights start to dim abit.

After a couple of performance X1 finally came around. You saw them set up to start. The lights turn on and the music played Wooseok still had on the sweater. You looked over to your friends and smiled "wow! He is very cute!" You nod while almost falling your chair. The song was over and X1 had two minutes to say hello to the audience. You tryed to get Wooseok attention but it wasn't working. The group walked off the stage and walk across the front to get closer to the audience to take pictures. After the line went down Wooseok finally noticed you and instantly turned as red as the sweater. "Hi, Wooseok im a big fan." You said to blend in a bit "you... want a... Picture?" You smiled and nod. You pulled out your phone. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around you placing his head on your shoulders. "I love this." He whispered in your ear. "Me to, now smile!"

[lixiektty]

about me!!

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tbz: eric

mx: changkyun

ehn: jake & niki

nct: taeyong, xiaojun, ten (renjun, jeno, jaemin & jisung are my nct dream biases)

txt: ot5 but yeonjun is my main

ooo: wookjin, junhyung & taeyeob

my fave male soloists are wonho, woodz, dawn and kim wooseok

i also stan bts, shinee, exo, ateez, superm, x1, ghost9, etc. (there's way too many to list).. and as for gg, blackpink(ult), itzy(ult), (g)-idle, red velvet, stayc, aespa and twice (also too many to list).. (but i will not be writing for gg)

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Wooseok coming out to X1

"I don't think I can do it Y/N. I'm kinda freaking out here man! What do I do?" Wooseok was pacing wall to wall, messing with his hair and chewing his nails.

"First things first. You need to calm down!" You stood up from his bed and walked over to him and grabbed his hand. You pulled over to the bed and sat him down. He leaned back while you straddled him. You placed both hands on his chest. You can feel his heart race.

"Okay now breathe." He did what you said. "Okay... You do know you don't have to do this, right?" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He sat up now looking at you with puppy eye. You place a hand on his cheek causing his tear to slip from his eyes.

"I have to! I don't want to keep you from them!" You smiled a bit and wrapped your arms around him "babe, I'm not hiding from anyone. I'm right here." You wiped his tears off his face "X1 knows I'm here." He smiled abit "I know but... To them you're just my friend, but... You're not" he grabbed your hands "you're my boyfriend. My love of my life!" He kissed your knuckles "I want them to know that." You looked into his eyes.

His eyes. God his eyes, every time you looked into his eyes you just got lost in them. Just remembering all the times you had with Wooseok. Like holding his hand and Kissing him, walking with him, touching him. You saw everything in his eyes.

You smiled and leaned in causing your lips to touch. Wooseok wrapped his arms around your waist and yours around his neck. He made more movement as you followed his lead. He leaned back, your hands landed on his chest. His hands traveled up your body before taking a hold of your shirt. He pulled off your shirt as you did his. The touch of his skin on yours was making you go insane, makeing you crave even more of it.

You instantly tried to remove his belt but you heard a gasp from the door. Both Wooseok and you looked over with wide eyes to see Minhee standing there.

Minhee closed the door before anyone else can see the mess that was in the room "Shit, Minhee! Why don't you knock before you enter a room for f*ck sakes, dude!" You yelled while putting on your shirt. "Sit down! We need to talk!" Minhee followed your orders staying quiet.

Both Wooseok and you told Minhee everything. He just nodded, "well that makes sense that you got him a job as a camera man, so he can go everywhere with you no questions asked. Thats pretty smart." He stood up and smiled "well until then I'll keep your secret and I fully support the both of you." Wooseok was finally able to breathe

A couple of days pass. Wooseok had dance practice. You walked into the room with waters for everyone "hey! I brought water!" Everyone stood up from the walls and walked over to get a bottle. "Thanks Y/N!" "Thank you!" "You're awesome dude, thanks!" Everyone kept saying. You sat next to Wooseok while everyone left except for Dongpyo and Dohyun.

They where trying to practice some dance moves for their show later in the week. You looked at Wooseok. His eyes glued to the boys. You saw him take a deep breath and head over to the boys. "Hey! Can you both come here real quick?" He looked to you and pointed to the spot next to him. You all followed his orders and formed a small circle.

"I have some news" he grabbed your hand " Y/N and I are dating!" They just looked at both of you. "Okay... That's it?" Dohyun said while he crossed his arms "uh? Did you hear what I said? Y/N and are boyfriends! Like we are together! We kiss, we hug, we fu-" "okay!" You instantly cut him off. Dongpyo laughed and took Dohyun back to their place. Wooseok just stood there confused and angry.

You both started walking back to the apartment. "I don't understand? Did Minhee tell them? Why didn't they give me some form of reaction?" You just smiled "babe they are pretty young! They are more accepting." You notice his hands are in a fist. "Like what the hell man at least give me something?" He instantly punched the air in anger "well now you can say 3/10" you grabbed his fist "yea whatever" you just smiled and continued walking.

You both entered the apartment. "Everyone in the living room! Now!" Wooseok yelled before taking off his shoes. You heard him stomping his way to the living room. He saw everyone except for Minhee "where the f*ck is Minhee!" Just instantly he walked in with a bowl of cereal in his hands. "Did you tell everyone!" Minhee's eyes widen "No! I said I wouldn't" everyone just staring at them. Hangyul butted in a bit "whats going on? Why are you telling at Minhee for?" Wooseok without think "Its because I tried to come out to Dongpyo and Dohyun earlier and they gave me sh*t of a reaction! They basicly flipped me off!" The room went instantly quiet. Hyeongjun stood up from the couch "you're gay?" Wooseok instantly realised the situation.

He looked at everyones face including yours. "Uh... Yea!" Hyeongjun started to tear up "really?" Wooseok nods. Hyeongjun instantly hugged him. "See this is what I wanted!" You just smiled. He broke the hug and walked up to you. You tried to clean your shirt before he got to you "And Y/N is my boyfriends! We have been dating for awhile now" everyone eyes widen because nobody expect it was you of all people. They know you can be very flamboyant at times but they never really thought anything of it.

"Yea! I walked on them almost having sex!" Minhee yelled out "what the f*ck Minhee, f*cking shut up!" You yelled back "really? You had sex in the dorms?" Seungwoo asked, you instantly hiding behind Wooseok. The other two boys finally came home and came in to the living room " what are you guys talking about?" Dongpyo asked "oh, Wooseok came out to us." Yohan said. "Also Minhee walked in on them while naked!" Eunsang yelled out. "Half!" Wooseok instantly respond. "Now we asked if they had sex in the dorm before." Juhno said

Dongpyo and Dohyun took a seat next to Seungyoun to watch all the tea going down. "Anyways. Have you had sex in the dorm with us here also?" Seungyoun asked. Everyone's eyes where back on you guys. "Uh..." Wooseok looked at you "yea we've done it here... While you guys are here also... We also done other things while you guys are infront of us also." You said while still hiding behind Wooseok. "Y/N What the f*ck!"

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Mornings with him

You slowly open your E/C eyes. Everything is still blurry to you. You look over to your left to see a window with sunlight beaming through it. Your white walls making the room more wide and bright. You rub your eyes to clear your vision a bit.

You look over to the right to see dark brown hair, clear white glowing skin and last night's eye shadow. You see his chest repeating move up and down.

You lean to your right side. You moved his hair from his face and kissed his cheek causing him to slowly open his eyes. You see his brown eye look around the room before landing on you. He smiled and placed a hand on your chest. "Good Morning" he says in his raspy voice. "Hi" you say back. He pushed you flat on your bed and sat on your lap.

"What are you doing?" He leaned forward, kissing your cheek. "Saying good morning to my amazing boyfriend!" You chuckled "this is alot! Your going to make me a little more excited if you keep this up." He ppaced his hand on you side "Promise?" He whispered in your ear. Your eyes widen. He pushed back up with a smile.

"You are to much." You slap his thigh. "Ow! Or should I say, Ow." He try to say seductively causing you to laugh. "Get off of me you little slut" you tried to sit up but Wooseok pushed you back down. "Not until you keep your promise!" You look at him and notice that both of you were in your boxers and back up to Wooseok eyes. "I did make a promise." Wooseok smiled and covers both of you under the blanket.

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Crop Top Hell

You have been working out all year for this exact moment. You finally had enough confident to wear that crop top you bought two years ago.

You looked in the mirror and smiled "Fuck. I look great!" You had on some nice black jeans on and some cute diamond earings that Wooseok bought you

You put on some Chapstick on and walked out to meet Wooseok to get some coffee

You walked in to see him in line. He turned around to see you with wide eyes, he doesn't look happy.

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him with a smile. While he was looking around to see if anyone was starring at you.

"What are you wearing?" He looked down at your stomach. You smiled and kissed his lips "My confidence! You like it?" He smiled "Very revealing"

You both ordered your drinks and sat outside. You decided to stretch a bit raising both your hand above your head exposing your nipples.

Wooseok noticed causing him to turn red. He also noticed the group of girls behind you taking pics of you.

You sat down and sipped your cup of coffee "oh that's hot!" he nodded "Yup... Yup it is." He looked back at the girls who were giggling now.

You grabbed your phone and went on insta to see if anyone seen the pic you took before you left your house.

Many horny comments but it made you happy cause you like the attention.

Wooseok stood up and ran across the street

You finally put your phone down to notice that he was gone.

You instantly grabbed your phone and called him "where are you?" You can hear music in the background "just stay there I will be back in a bit" the call instantly ended "um... Okay"

You took another sip from your coffee while you watch him cross the street with a white bag.

"What was so important that you left in the middle of our coffee date? What did you buy?" He sat down and pulled out an over sized white shirt that said 'F*ck Off'

"Put this on!" He hands you the shirt

"What? You don't like my outfit?" You stood up giving him a couple spins showing off your outfit

He stood up and pulled you close to him and wrapped his arms around your waist "No, I do... I just... I want to be the only one to see your body." He placed his hands on your side's causing to twitch from his cold hands

"Are you jealous babe? We have been dating for awhile now and I have never seen you like this?" You smiled and bit and leaned closer to him

"No!... No, I just want you to myself" he whispered causing you to smiled even more and to kiss his lips.

"I'm not putting on that ugly shirt FYI." He gave you a puppy look "please?" You continued to nodd "No, but lets go find something a bit more comfortable for the both of us, okay" he smiled and nodd

You both walked down to the shopping center while Wooseok has his arms wrapped around your waist to hide your stomach.

"Is this really necessary? We can barley walk Wooseok" he kissed your neck "Yes until we find you something with more fabric! Now! Left foot! Right foot!"