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wonho writing monbebe then having to change it to everyone like he simply forgot he’s not in monsta x anymore.... that shit hurts 😭😭😭😭😭

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Borderline

Pairing: Oh Sehun + Reader

Genre: idek maybe a little angsty at first + lovers to exes to lovers again AU

Word count: 1,4k

Warnings: rated M for the fun stuff. it’s not explicit me thinks but, um, it’s there so read at your own discretion

“He’s staring at you.” your friend whisper-shouts, leaning on your shoulder so you can hear her over the heavy bass thundering in your ears.

You don’t need to ask who the he she’s referring to is because everyone always knows when Sehun and his group of celebrity friends arrive by the commotion it causes. You also don’t need to look to know exactly where he is, as they always claim the same spot in the VIP lounge on the second floor. He’s probably resting his forearms on the top of the balcony railing, double scotch in hands, staring down at the dance floor looking utterly unimpressed. It’s been like this every weekend for the past two months.

You don’t need to look, you don’t want to and you shouldn’t, but your eyes betray you just the same. It’s been like this for the past two months too.

Sehun looks gorgeous in tight pants paired with a dark dress-shirt and the blue Gucci coat you gave him for Christmas last year. When he sees you looking, he raises his glass and shoots you his classic white-teeth-crescent-eyes smile. After raising your own glass, you down its content in one long gulp and turn your back to him to resume dancing with your friend.

Every weekend. Every fucking weekend he’s been doing the same damn thing. He comes to your nightclub knowing you don’t like it, stares, stares, stares, and then he leaves. You should be used to it by now, but it still hurts to think of things that could have been, so you force yourself to not look back again.

After five songs, you’re starting to get thirsty, so you go over to the bar to get yourself another drink, right at the same time as Sehun walks down the stairs. He strides in your direction and leans against the bar counter, trying to get your attention.

Well... That’s a first.

“What are you doing in my club?” you ask, fixing the strap in your dress so you don’t have to look at him.

“It’s my birthday,” he explains, giving you a weird look.

Right.

Fuck.

“Congratulations.” 

Sehun nods towards the dance floor.

“You’re a great dancer.” while he waves a hand at the bartender, you entertain the thought of smashing his head against the counter for being so full of himself. he was the one who taught you how to dance, all those months ago. It’s how you ended up in bed together for the first time. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Just as you’re about to reply, the bartender - a new guy you hired a few weeks ago - takes one look at Sehun and frowns.

“Everything okay here, boss? Is this guy bothering you?”

Sehun looks insulted, but you just wave a dismissive hand.

“It’s alright, he’s a friend.” you tap your fingers on the bar counter “I’m thirsty, Han. Mix me an Orgasm, please.” then you point to Sehun, giving him a crooked smile “He’s buying.”

After the bartender gives you two thumbs up and turns on his heels to prepare your drink, Sehun scoots closer, raising one perfect eyebrow.

“Am I?”

“Buying?”

“A friend.”

You open your mouth, then close again, not knowing what to say. It’s a difficult question because Sehun was never a friend. At least not just that. He was Chanyeol’s friend, then he was a one night stand, then after a week of one night stands he was something else. After a month, he was almost like a boyfriend... And everything was great for several months. For over a year, actually, up until mid-february, when he hinted at possibly wanting to go officially steady. You freaked out, and he became an ex.

Han-the-bartender saves you from having to reply by setting your drink on the counter and sliding it in your direction. You take a sip while he watches you expectantly then nod your approval.

“Thank you.” you turn around to go back to the dance floor, looking at Sehun from over your shoulder and shouting to the bartender  “Put it in his tab.”

You manage four steps before Sehun catches up and grabs your arm.

“Look, you know I can’t stay down here for long, can’t we at least go somewhere to talk?” you stare at him in silence, unmoved, until he goes all out, pouting adorably to strike where it hurts the most “Please? It’s my birthday.”

Biting your lip, you avert his gaze. This is not a good idea. 

Not a good idea at all.

“Sure, why not?” you shrug.

Next thing you know, you’re in the storage room, sitting on a pile of boxes of Grey Goose, Sehun standing between your parted legs as he kisses a thorough line down your neck to your collarbone. His fancy coat is long gone and you’re currently unbuttoning his shirt with skilled fingers, all the while listing the reasons why you’re not a good match.

He’s a famous actor, a celebrity, a public figure with a reputation to maintain. You’re a nightclub owner and a party girl. 

He looks chic and cool but in reality, he’s a hopeless romantic while you’re almost pathologically afraid of commitment. 

You’re both too busy to make a real relationship work. 

If you keep this up, it’ll hurt a lot more when it inevitably ends.

“Come on, Y/N.” Sehun snakes a hand up your thigh under the skirt of your dress, reaching lace underwear and making you squirm with want “I know you like me too. Stop being so pessimistic, let’s give it a shot.”

While he keeps moving his hand, you pull his hair, shaking and panting, with only half a mind to tell yourself that you knew this was a bad, bad idea. Sehun has a way of making you beg with minimum effort, and both of you know he’s got a steady ground to bargain over anything while touching you like that.

“That’s not- oh god- That’s not the point.” 

The pile of boxes is barely holding up and the wall scratches your exposed shoulder blades in an uncomfortable way but you can’t bring yourself to tell Sehun to stop “The point is that- yes, right there- it’s not going to last.”

“I already told you, you think too much. Let’s worry about that later, if the moment ever comes. Right now I just want to make you-“ he kisses your lips, your cheek, your neck “Come on, baby, let it go, I got you.”

He keeps the pace impossibly slow until you’re begging like you knew you would, like you know he likes. With that same infuriating smile, he drops to his knees, puts your legs over his shoulders and in a second he has you seeing white. While you catch your breath and struggle to form coherent thoughts, he kisses your inner thigh, mumbling soft words against your skin until your legs stop shaking.

Before you have the chance to get up, though, the bar manager barges into the room, catching you and Sehun in a rather compromising position.

“There you are!” she exclaims, and you both jump to your feet, knocking down half the pile of boxes you were sitting on “Oh! Oh! I’m sorry.” she then turns around, covering her eyes after finally realizing what exactly she just interrupted “Sorry, it’s just... Mr. Oh, your friends are looking for you. We’re closing soon, so...”

Sehun’s already buttoning up the few buttons you managed to undo, looking down, embarrassed. You grab his wrist to check the time on his watch. 5:38 a.m.

“Right. Right, um, thank you, Yumi. We’ll be there in a second.”

“Of course.” she’s still trying to avoid looking in your direction “Do you want me to send someone to, you know... The vodka.”

You assess the puddle of alcohol at your feet and can’t help but feel a little sad - two boxes of fine vodka, going down the drain. Then there’s Oh Sehun by your side, still embarrassed and trying not to laugh, looking the cutest right after making you find god just a minute ago.

Fuck the vodka, you don’t regret it at all.

“Sure. That would be great.” you smile at Yumi’s back “Thank you.”

“No problem!” the bar manager blurts out, then all but runs off.

As soon as you’re left alone, you break out laughing. Sehun wraps his arms around you and hides his face in the crook of your neck, body shaking with silent laughter.

“I’m sorry.” he murmurs after a second.

“Oh, don’t be.” you shrug “I’m putting this in your tab too.” taking Sehun’s hand, you drag him out of the storage room “Now how about we go back to my place and you can convince me some more?”

“Convince...? Wait.” he stops walking “So you’re considering it? Giving it a shot?”

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you are being pessimistic.

Maybe it’s worth a try.

You look over your shoulder and smile, tugging at your joined hands.

“Ah, well. It’s your birthday, right?”

-

so... i got carried away lmao

happy birthday to the most handsome man in this entire world and maybe others, king of eyebrows and pacific-wide shoulders.... greek gods only wish they’d looked as good as osh

additionally, the exos have spoiled him rotten but let’s be honest: it’s what he deserves

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W O N H O

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Your Smile and You - Pt.6

Pairing: Han Seungwoo + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Friends to Lovers AU

Word count: 1,6k

Warnings: mild swearing

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It’s his birthday, and Seungwoo is still mad. 

He hasn’t called or texted in forever, and it feels like there’s no way of fixing this anymore. You missed your chance probably sometime around three days ago when you and Seungsik had lunch together - a whole week after that night at Seungwoo’s place. You had planned on telling him about your relationship that day but ended up chickening out at the last moment, his Instagram post was more than enough proof that you had the opportunity to do it. Seungwoo liked the picture, and that was the last you’d seen from him. 

That’s the reason you’re currently looking through the glass door of the bar he’s having his birthday party at, pondering whether to go in or just come back home. He didn’t invite you - you only found out he was there because Seungyoun tagged him in a facebook picture twenty minutes ago - and maybe you should take that as a hint that he doesn’t want you there, but it’s his birthday, and he looks so happy, and you miss him so much. As you watch Seungwoo laugh - you can practically hear it, the sound’s engraved in your heart by now - you wonder if it’s possible for anyone to miss anything as much as you miss him, and you’ve only been apart for ten days.

Most of his friends are there, drinking and laughing. Through the glass you see Seungyoun entertaining the group with what seems like a funny story and wonder if he’s told anyone about the night he caught you sneaking out of their apartment. 

Seungwoo punches his shoulder lightly, they all laugh. God, just looking at him makes your heart hurt. 

Seungsik hasn’t arrived yet - or maybe he’s already left - and you could go and talk to Seungwoo if you wanted to, but how would he feel about it? If he wanted to talk to you, he would’ve responded to your texts or that one time you drunk-dialed. If he wanted to talk to you, he would’ve invited you to his birthday party.

Someone clears their throat behind you, and you nearly jump in surprise. 

“Are you going in or...?” the boy asks.

Jet black hair, cute dimples, and dangling silver earrings, you remember him as one of your brother’s high-school friends. Lim Sejun.

Fuck.

He recognizes you too by the way his eyes grow wide when you turn around to face him, but before he has a chance to say anything you step aside from where you previously stood blocking the entrance and shake your head.

“No, no, I was just leaving actually.”

He frowns, looking at the small gift box in your hands.

“Are you sure?” You nod furiously “Do you want me to take this to Seungwoo?”

“NO!” hugging the box, you take one more step away from him and sigh “I’ll do it another time, it’s fine. In fact, I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone you saw me here.”

Sejun considers it for a moment then shrugs. 

“Whatever.”

He opens the door and walks straight up to Seungwoo, then whispers something in his ear while pointing in your direction.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You stare in horror as Seungwoo squints at the door. Now that he knows you’re there, you have no choice but to go in or things will only get worse. You put the small box back in your purse, then push the door open and walk slowly in his direction, stopping halfway.

His group of friends finally started to notice something’s going on, and the boys look from you to him with a variety of confused faces. Sejun smiles cheekily and you would go there and murder him on the spot if you weren’t too busy trying to predict Seungwoo’s next move.

His expression is unreadable but there’s no time to really think about it because he’s a long-legged son of a bitch and in three wide steps he’s standing right in front of you. He grabs your wrist, drags you out of the bar and away from everyone’s eyes, then lets go when you’re standing on the sidewalk.

Tears welling up, you prepare yourself to apologize for ruining his birthday when he takes your face between his huge hands and leans in to kiss you.

It’s like finally coming home after a long, horrible day. The winter air is cold on your cheeks and Seungwoo is not wearing a jacket over his thin baby blue sweater, but neither of you cares while he moves his hands from your face to your lower back and you wrap your arms around his neck, butterflies set free in your stomach and a sense of belonging you have never felt before, your heart beating so fast and loud you’re sure he can hear it.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Seungwoo confesses against your lips “These past ten days were the worst. You have no idea.”

“Oh, trust me, I do.” You stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his nose “You know, I more than like you too, I’m sorry I didn’t say it back the other day.”

He lets out an embarrassed laugh and leans in again, this time to rest his forehead on your shoulder, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I thought we had silently agreed to not talk about this.”

“Never!” You giggle, caressing his back. “How could I? It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Even though there’s no sound, you feel his body shake with laughter.

“I don’t think you’ve had many good boyfriends in the past, then.” Seungwoo mumbles, his voice muffled by the fabric of your winter coat.

“You’re my first boyfriend ever.” you explain, cradling his head while he nuzzles your neck “That’s why I’m so bad at it.”

“No! You’re not bad, it’s just...” he sighs, stepping back to look in your eyes “I don’t know. It’s a difficult situation. I reacted poorly and I’m sorry for that, I promise I won’t push you anymore. We can do it when you’re ready.”

You bite your lip and reach for the box inside your purse. Seungwoo’s eyes widen as you extend your hand, the small box resting on your palm.

“Happy birthday.” 

He takes a closer look. It’s a tiny, velvety, black box, made for jewelry. Biting back a smile, Seungwoo lifts one eyebrow.

“I don’t know, shouldn’t you get on one knee for this?”

You groan and he laughs. Rolling your eyes, you push the box against his chest.

“Just take it, will you?”

He opens the box, and his breath gets caught in his throat. Inside lies a small fox keychain, with a set of keys attached to it.

“That’s... Is this...?”

“Keys to my place, yes. You’re welcome at all times.” he stares at you, dumbfounded, as you take a step forward to wrap your arms around his neck again “Let’s tell Seungsik. Let’s tell everyone.”

Seungwoo smiles real big, then chews on his lower lip, uncertain.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to-“

“One hundred percent sure.” you cut in “If you’re free tomorrow, we can crash my family’s Christmas party and kill several birds with just one stone.”

Seungwoo laughs.

“Okay, alright, for someone who’s been stalling for over six months, you’re in quite a hurry right now, huh?” with an amused smile, he presses a kiss to your forehead “No need to rush, let’s discuss this again in the morning. For now, how about we go inside and I introduce you to my friends?” nodding towards the door, Seungwoo offers his hand “They’re dying to meet my secret girlfriend.”

You take his hand, laughing a little. After three steps, however, Seungwoo stops, looking at you with curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

“How did you know I was here, by the way? I didn’t even know I was coming until like half an hour ago.”

Oh. 

“Facebook. Knowing it’s a surprise party makes me feel a lot less shitty, though.” you confess “I was spying on you through the glass like a creeper because I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me.”

He cackles - that endearing, loud sound you adore.

“Sejun used the words lovingly staring instead of spying, but call it what you want.” bringing your intertwined fingers to his lips, he kisses your knuckles. “I wasn’t really in the mood to celebrate, Seungyoun put this together and then forced me to leave the house. I was about to call you when Sejun arrived, anyway, but you’re still allowed to ignore that you literally ran away from Seungyoun when you bumped into him that other night - yes, he told me - and give him hell for not inviting you if you want.”

You pout.

“No, I want to be the cool girlfriend so your friends won’t have reasons to not like me.” Before he opens the door, you squeeze his hand to get his attention. “Wish me luck.”

Seungwoo shakes his head, amused.

“You don’t need luck, I’m sure they’ll love you.”

When you finally go inside, his friends cheer loudly and line up to introduce themselves. Seungwoo calls out his roommate for not inviting you to the party, to which after a second of hesitation he shamelessly bullshits his way out declaring he posted that picture on facebook for a reason. Sejun, on the other hand, exclaims that no, there’s no need to thank him or even pay him several drinks, he just did what anyone would do after seeing their friend depressed for days on no end - then a very embarrassed Seungwoo smacks him upside the head. 

Your boyfriend - boyfriend!! - wants to leave early so he can test the keys you just gave him, but his friends are willing to tell you the funniest and most embarrassing Seungwoo-related stories and you’re dying to listen to every single one of them, so you convince him to stay for a little longer. 

He was right about you meeting his friends, after all. You’ll get along just fine.

-

and that marks the end of my first attempt at a chaptered fic, and honestly i’ll prob never do it again lmao if you’d like to see seungsik’s reaction to the news let me know and i’ll write a short bonus

i hope ya’ll are happy and healthy. please be safe and stay home if you can.

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[6:16 a.m] Your room smells faintly of lilies and - much stronger, much much closer - Tom Ford’s fragrance Fucking Fabulous. The sky is changing from dark blue to soft orange with a subtle tint of pink, the night sky slowly making way for another morning to rise. In an ordinary day you wouldn’t even be awake so early since you’ve always been a bit of a night owl. But this is not an ordinary day. Next to you, Hoseok sleeps on his side in a mess of dark sheets and way too many pillows, face squished against the mattress and a large hand casually resting on your hip. You can’t even remember what had woken you up, but the first thing you saw after opening your eyes was Hoseok’s face and then you didn’t really feel like going back to sleep.

He’s so handsome. The most handsome man you’ve ever seen. All hard muscle under soft pale skin, now painted gold with the first rays of sunshine coming through your white lace curtains. A small smile graces his lips, and you wonder what kind of dream he could be having. He looks warm and soft and lovely, more relaxed than he’s been in a long time. Your hands itch to touch him, but you don’t want to wake him, so you settle for just looking at his sleeping form. It is not an ordinary day. Hoseok is there. He is there, after such a long time, and it feels like your heart is about to explode. You’ve missed him so much while he was away and you know he’s missed you too because he can’t let go of you even in his sleep. That reassuring hand on your hip is proof he’s there. He’s still there. He’s still yours.

“You’re staring.” Hoseok mumbles with his eyes closed, his voice raspy and laced with sleep. “Why are you staring?” “I love you.” you reply. It’s not an earth-shattering realization. Definitely not an epiphany of any sort. You’ve been aware of your own feelings for a long time, but it’s the first time you say it out loud. To anyone. Ever. He giggles sleepily and pulls you closer, resting his chin on your head. “That’s very nice of you, actually, because I love you too.” He’s also saying it for the first time, but you’re not surprised in the slightest. The confession was there in every text asking if you had eaten, what you were doing, if you missed him. It was there in his cute selfies, his song lyrics. It was there in each and every take care and bring an umbrella and don’t stay up too late and don’t forget to take your vitamins. Hoseok loves you. He has loved you for a while now, and it just feels... Right. It feels like you belong right there inside the circle of his arms, like you were always supposed to be together. He’s back and everything is once again right in the world. You take a deep breath.

“Can you stay forever?” “Yes.” he presses a soft kiss to your hair “Forever sounds good.” “Cool.”

This is not an ordinary day, because Hoseok is back, and he’s not going anywhere.

-

yo, bunny man, we’re still here for you, come back to us

[wildandsexyjacks]

Oh, Wonho.....

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so i finally bought a laptop after years of using only my phone and wow wow wow the theme i randomly picked for this blog is like. so ugly. im sorry you had to endure this 😭😭 ive been using the app for so long, didn’t even remember themes existed lmao

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Your Smile and You - Pt.5

Pairing: Han Seungwoo + Reader

Genre: Angst (OMG!!) + Friends to Lovers (maybe exes?) AU

Word count: 926

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“Just for once, I wish you’d stay.”

It’s 3 a.m, the night is silent except for your shuffling around the room and the occasional car honking out on the streets bellow. You freeze in the process of retrieving your pants and turn back to him.

“Seungwoo...”

“No, really.” He’s now propped on his elbows - shirtless, sleepy and painfully beautiful - looking directly at you “I know I’m far from perfect and I can be pretty dumb too sometimes. But I respect and care for you, I have my own place, a nice job, I’m smart, somehow okay-looking... and the sex is good I suppose?”

He shrugs. By his choice of words and the sheer fact that he started this argument in the first place, it’s obvious he’s far more upset than he lets on. Seungwoo usually holds everything in, always repressing bad feelings in order to avoid making someone worry about him, and it breaks your heart a little.

“Everything is amazing, what are you talking-”

“Why do you always leave in the middle of the night like some sort of criminal?”

You sigh, giving up on your clothes, then move back to his bed and sit by the edge of the mattress.

“We’ve talked about this. I don’t wanna risk running into your roommate when I leave in the morning.”

Seungwoo snorts, and moves to a sitting position, rubbing his face with both hands.

“Seungyoun’s not really friends with your brother, and he’d never say anything if I asked him not to, even if they were close.” He rolls his eyes “Besides, what do you care if Seungsik finds out or not, anyway? We’ve been hiding for months and I don’t even know why! It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong! I mean, I’m single, you’re single, we’re both consenting adults… What’s wrong with us being together? Why are you so sure he’d be against it?”

You don’t really have an answer for that. Seungwoo is right, of course, and you have, in fact, considered telling your baby brother you have feelings for his best friend, even tried doing it a few times, but always ended up changing your mind. What if he doesn’t react the way you’re hoping for? What if you two fight? What if they fight? What if he makes Seungwoo choose? You can’t make him do that! It’s stupid but a tiny corner in your mind believes that, if push came to shove, he would pick his best friend over you and he’d be right in doing so, they’ve been as close as brothers for a long time now. However, Seungwoo has already changed your life in so many ways you’d die before letting him go, so you can’t take chances. Not yet, anyway. If it makes you selfish, so be it.

“What if he gets jealous?” You ask, half-joking but not quite, raising your eyebrows “What if he thinks I’m going to steal you away from him and hates me for it? Hates you for it? Are you willing to take that risk?”

Seungwoo laughs even though it’s not funny in the slightest.

“Well unless Seungsik starts sleeping with me, the relationship I have with each of you Kang siblings is fundamentally different in nature.” You open your mouth to retort but he’s not quite done talking yet “I mean, do you at least think of this as a relationship? Are we even an official couple? We can’t go out in public, I can’t go to your house, can’t talk about you with my friends... I’m real about this, you know? In the long run. And I know I don’t say this often enough but I do like you a lot. More than like, actually, and more than a lot.”

Upon realization of what Seungwoo was trying to say, you stay there for what feels like forever, half-naked, looking at him in shock. It’s so unlike him to say these kinds of things... He’s affectionate and soft, yes, but it has been proved very difficult to make him talk about his feelings, especially if there’s something bothering him, like right now.

As he, too, slowly understands what was about to be confessed, Seungwoo covers his face and groans, mortified. It’s pretty clear he had never intended on letting you know this, at least not like that, and you don’t know how to react. Should you say something or is it better for his sake to pretend you didn’t understand what he accidentally just told you?

After a long and awkward moment of silence, Seungwoo decides for you by sighing and pointing at the door.

“Just... You’re free to go, Y/N. Do what’s best for you, it’s fine. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

He lies down and turns his back to you as you stand up to gather the rest of your clothes, getting dressed in silence before exiting the room, your heart sinking in your chest.

You fucked up. Royally.

Not sure if Seungyoun is home or not, you tiptoe down the corridor and pull the front door open very carefully as to not make any noise... And the image of a man, standing outside holding out his keys to unlock the very same door you just opened, almost gives you a heart attack.

You stare at each other for a moment that extends for too long, suspended in time and the mechanics of stupid mistakes.

“Oh, hello.” Seungyoun finally blinks at you after a while, surprised “It’s Y/N, right? Nice to see you again.”

-

yeah, in case you were wondering, i’m still alive and writer’s block is a bitch :( also is it just me or kpop’s hardly been fun lately? idk maybe i just miss wonho and x1 too much...... thank god for victon’s comeback, snoo looks so good i can almost forget the world’s a terrible place and life sucks real bad. ANYWAYS, next chapter is probably the last one and it’s ALMOST finished so it should be up a lot sooner than this one. thank you for your patience, stay happy and healthy, i love you all

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Your Smile and You - Pt.4

Pairing: Han Seungwoo + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Friends to Lovers AU

Word count: 1.8k

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It had been a terrible week, full of double shifts and your boss demanding tests with unreasonable deadlines. By the end of it, you want nothing more than to run back home and sleep for three days straight. 

Well, actually, there’s one thing you’d want more than that, but Seungwoo had texted you earlier that day to let you know he’d go out to celebrate his roommate’s birthday - whom you haven’t met yet because your relationship is still a secret and you keep coming and going from his apartment at weird hours precisely to avoid running into the guy.

Since you can’t join them at the party, it’s a lonesome night for you. No, not lonesome. It’s me time... You need that. Me time is good. 

Or at least it would be, but as you’re getting ready to leave one of your coworkers come inside the locker room and leans against the doorframe, blocking the way.

“We’re having drinks tonight.” she announces and you instantly shake your head.

“Nic, this week’s been hell. I’m super tired.”

“That’s why you need to go out and relax.”  she smirks “Dr. Kim is buying.”

You frown.

“Why?”

“Finally got promoted to Chief Surgeon or whatever.” The girl shrugs “Who cares, anyway? It’s free booze and not really an invitation, you have to go because I wanna go and you’re my only friend in this godforsaken place.”

That makes you laugh. Nic is a good friend who helps you a lot with your work, so you throw your hands up and sigh.

“Fine. I’ll have one drink.”

-

Obviously, it’s not just one drink.

Time flies by and you don’t even notice it. Nic’s had at least two tequila shots and a Mojito, you’re in your third Pink Raspberry Cosmo, your boss looks completely shitfaced, and some of the others are wilding on the dance floor. You haven’t been working there for more than a couple of months, but it’s the first time you see your coworkers enjoy themselves so much. Maybe that week was hard on everyone.

While you sip from your glass, the door is pushed open and a loud group of guys steps inside, wearing suits and birthday hats, led by a tall man in a blue sash that reads Birthday Bitch. 

They find a table next to yours and one of them signals to the bartender. 

“Hey!” your other friend Carol, who works at the front desk, taps your shoulder “Isn’t that Pretty Attorney Boy?”

You look in the direction she’s pointing at and sure enough there he is, looking amazing in a pinstripe suit with his hair pushed back. Seungwoo is wearing one of those stupid hats and has his arm wrapped around the birthday boy - his roommate Cho Seungyoun, you assume -, a soft smile on his lips as he listens to what the guy is saying. 

“Who is that?” Nic asks, staring at the group.

You start to get nervous.

“Um, he’s my bro-“

“No,” she waves her hand  “We all know who Pretty Attorney Boy is, I meant the Birthday Bitch.”

“Oh!” now half nervous and half relieved, you laugh, then take a sip from your drink before answering “I’m not sure but I think his name is Seungyoun.”

“Well then get your ass over there and find out for me, would you?”

“What?” You glance at their table, mortified “Of course not.”

“Fine.” Nic downs her drink and basically screams for the whole bar to hear: “Hey, Han Seungwoo!”

He perks his head up, looking around, visibly surprised. When his eyes fall on your table, his first reaction is to frown, a little confused, but as soon as he recognizes you, Seungwoo smiles and gets up from his seat. 

“Y/N, hi! I wasn’t expecting to see you here…”

You could die right then and there, but plaster a smile on your face instead.

“My boss is-” you turn to Dr. Kim, only to find out she’s not there anymore “Oh, nevermind. Long time no see,” you lie “how have you been?”

He rubs the back of his neck.

“I’m fine, great.” Seungwoo stops, pressing his lips together until someone at his table clears their throat “Oh, right. Yeah. Right. These are my friends. Hangyul, Wooseok, Yohan, and this is my roommate Seungyoun. It’s his birthday.”

“Happy birthday.” You mumble on autopilot. “These are Nic and Carol.”

Nic tilts her head to the side to take a good look at Seungyoun and smiles in a very suggestive way.

“Happy birthday, Seungyoun.”

He seems very pleased and returns the exact same smile.

“Thank you. Would you girls like to join us for a few drinks?” you're about to say no but he pouts “It’s my birthday.”

And that’s how you end up squished between your friends at a table that’s too small for you all, seated across from Seungwoo and looking at your lap while your friend and his roommate shamelessly flirt with each other. As the waiter brings a new set of drinks for everyone, Seungwoo keeps trying to steal glances but you’re too uncomfortable to even look up, switching your focus between staring at your drink and your phone while the others get to know one another.

Your phone dings with a series of texts from the man in front of you.

[9:55 p.m] HSW: Hi there. 

[9:55 p.m] HSW: You look beautiful.

[9:55 p.m] HSW: Do you want a ride home?

[9:56 p.m] HSW: Seungyoun seems pretty busy right now, we wouldn’t be missed.

“Who are you texting?” the one called Wooseok tries to look over Seungwoo’s shoulder “Is it your secret girlfriend?”

“You have a secret girlfriend?” Nic finally stops talking to Seungyoun to stare at him.

“You have a secret girlfriend!” Carol repeats after her, sounding disappointed “So that’s why you haven’t gone to the hospital to see Y/N lately…”

You slide forward on your seat and cover your face with both hands, embarrassed.

“What?” Seungwoo laughs nervously “I’m just busy. I don’t have a secret girlfriend. Or any girlfriend. I don’t have girlfriends.”

“Oh, but you do.” Seungyoun chimes in, raising his index finger “She’s always at our place, I can smell her perfume and sometimes I hear you talking to someone. I’ve never seen her, but I know she’s there.” he adds and strokes his chin, pondering “Maybe one day I should just barge into your room.”

“Please don’t.” Seungwoo pleads, rubbing his face.

“Aha! So you admit to having a secret girlfriend!” Hangyul teases “I wonder why you’ve never introduced her to us, though. I bet it’s someone from the office.”

“My money’s on Ms. Song.” Wooseok ventures, tapping his finger on the table.

“Hyeongjun’s sister???” Yohan gapes at Seungwoo, looking both shocked and impressed.

“NO!” he all but screams, moving in his seat and bumping his knees into the table “I don’t- I’m not that kind of person.”

Hangyul rolls his eyes.

“What? You don’t date your friends’ sisters?”

At his words, you lift your hands, suddenly interested in the subject. Seungwoo’s eyes find yours for a split second before he clears his throat and takes a long gulp from his beer bottle. 

“I don’t date people from work, isn’t this a bit unethical?” he tries, instantly busying himself with his phone again.

Wooseok laughs.

“I know so many girls who would be heartbroken by these words, Seungwoo.”

You clear your throat and our boyfriend’s eyes shoot up to you again.

“So our Seungwooni’s popular with girls…” you joke, wiggling your eyebrows. 

“Not as popular as me” Wooseok shrugs “but yeah.”

“Oh, that’s right! I remember now…” Seungyoun leans over the table to take a closer look at you.

Maybe he knows something. You forgot your shampoo in their bathroom once. Maybe a hair tie. Perhaps he’s seen some of the daily texts you exchange with Seungwoo.

Oh god, this was a bad idea.

“It was you that day at the restaurant, right?” drinking from his bottle, he nods to himself, “Your hair looked different back then but I remember your voice, calling Seungwoo a tiny baby and all.”

The other boys start to laugh and agree, all of them talking at the same time. Seungwoo shakes his head.

“They still tease me about it.”

You shrug and finish your drink, then get up from your chair.

“It was really nice meeting you all, but I’m gonna head home now, I’m super tired.”

The boys wave their goodbyes, and Nic is so engrossed in her conversation with Seungyoun she doesn’t even notice you’re leaving but Carol offers to wait for your cab with you. You thank her but decline her offer, and grab your purse to leave.

After about five minutes you’re outside, a large hand closes around your elbow, and Seungwoo pulls you to the side of the building, pushing you against the wall.

“Hi.” he smiles before kissing you, one hand on the wall and the other holding your waist.

“Excuse me, sir, I’m taken.” you half whisper half moan when he brushes his lips against your neck.

“So am I.”

“One of the pretty girls from the office?”

That makes him stop. Seungwoo laughs - a beautiful, clear sound - then takes a step back to face you.

“Don’t mind Wooseok, he’s just messing with me.”

Furrowed brows, you stare at him, skeptical.

“So there are no pretty girls interested in you whatsoever.”

“Well, I didn’t say that. There’s one girl, I guess. Her name is Y/N. Now that I think about it, miss beautiful stranger at the bar, you look a lot like her…” he jumps to dodge your boot when you try to kick him and laughs again “I can’t believe you’re jealous of imaginary suitors…” Seungwoo shrugs “Wanna go back inside and clear things up? I’m pretty sure your friends would love to know why I don’t visit you at the hospital anymore.”

You could, but Seungsik doesn’t know about your relationship yet, and you want to tell him first. Thankfully, the Lord is merciful: before you have the chance to deny Seungwoo’s request disguised as an offer, your cab pulls up to the front of the bar, honking two times.

“Maybe some other time.” you pass by him and march to the car, fully aware you do sound jealous, despite all your efforts to not seem so. 

Seungwoo follows close behind, and as you take the backseat, he climbs onto the passenger seat, smiling at the driver. 

You frown.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you home, baby.” he states it like it’s obvious, but the fact that he gives the driver his address instead of yours doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What about your friends?”

“Seungyoun is probably making out with Nic by now, and the others don’t really care. I’m always the first to leave, anyway.”

You sigh loudly and the driver takes it as his cue to start the engine. Seungwoo stares at you through the rear-view mirror and you roll your eyes at him, but he can still catch a glimpse of your smile.

You don’t need me time. Seungwoo time is much, much better.

-

almost a whole month later.... happy birthday snoopy, and welcome to instagram u adorable old man 💜💜

[wildandsexyjacks]

With everything going on in the x1 fandom for the past 2-3 days, I’m disgusted by how quickly so many so-called fans are showing their true colors, especially on twitter. Turning on Seungwoo, calling him names, spamming x1’s fancafe with rude words.......

His letter broke my heart in a thousand small pieces. Such a nice, wonderful man, so hardworking, thoughtful, selfless.... And look at how he sees himself: small, not fit for a leading position, undeserving.

WE don’t deserve HIM.

Everyone’s still fighting but if things don’t go our way and we really can’t have x1 back, I honestly hope those haters/antis and fake fans won’t ruin Victon for him. Both groups are family to him and he DID go on that god forsaken show to save Victon, so if he can’t stay with x1 I hope he can at least have his original family back.

Seungwoo’s been through a lot, he deserves a break.

[wildandsexyjacks]

Mocktails & (Not So) Useless Company Parties

Seungyoun + #11 from this holiday prompt list

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: alcohol consumption

You love your job, you tell yourself over and over again, looking at your own reflection in the mirror of the ladies room. You do what you’ve always wanted to do, what you’re good at, what makes you happy. It pays extremely well too, so really no complaints there either. The real problem is your boss. The old cranky son of a bitch has no life of his own and for some reason, he believes you don’t need one too, which is why he’s making you stay in town for Christmas when in fact you should be back at home eating your mom’s cookies and drinking hot cocoa with tons of marshmallows.

This stupid event is not even that big of a deal, to be honest. It’s just a boring business award ceremony, filled with fancy-dressed people from the entertainment industry drinking mocktails (mocktails!!) and bragging about their achievements this year and YOU are what your boss has to brag about right now. You know your cooking show’s been pretty popular lately, with a lot of celebrities wanting to join in as guests and its rating points only going up every week, so it was obvious he’d want to show you off... But it’s Christmas. Your favorite holiday and you’re spending it in an expensive designer dress with uncomfortable heels, looking pretty and greeting people who don’t give one real fuck about your show or the story behind it, only its numbers.

While you stare in the mirror and hate everything, the giggly pair of girls who got in the bathroom right before you come out of their stalls, so you smile and wait for them to wash their hands and leave. As soon as they close the door, you take a silver flask from where you previously stashed it under the sink and pour it in your drink. After taking a sip, you put the flask back in it’s hiding spot and fix your hair one last time before exiting.

The moment Mr. Yang - executive producer of your show and close friends with the company CEO - said you’d be his date for the year-end events it became obvious you couldn’t be sober for this. However, the CEO’s wish to hold the party at his wife’s art gallery and the fact that she abominated alcohol had you mastering a plan to do it under everyone’s nose.

It was all going very well up until your third visit to the bathroom for refills. Someone storms inside without warning and catches you red-handed.

“Oh, sorry, this isn’t the-.” the guy frowns “Are you okay?”

It’s when you realize you’re probably a bit tipsier than originally intended. You look from him to the mirror again, taking in your reflection one more time: shoes discarded on the floor, flushed cheeks.... you’re obviously looking at least somewhat drunk. With your glass set on the sink and the open flask in your hands, there’s no point in trying to pretend this isn’t exactly what it looks like, so you just mumble a yeah and resume spiking your drink.

His brows furrow even more.

“Don’t you think this is a bit too...? Um, okay.” The man moves forward, grabs your arm and takes the flask from you, then smells it and instantly makes a face “Woah... Would you like some eggnog with your rum?”

You look him dead in the eye.

“This is the ladies’ room.”

“Well, I admit to my mistake.” He closes the flask, and puts it into the inner pocket of his blazer “But you don’t look too good right now so is there something I can help you with before I leave? It’s Y/N, right? You’re representing tvN so we’re both under CJ and it’d be bad form to leave you like this... I also happen to really like your show, even tried the pear risotto at home and no one died after eating.” You laugh, and he smiles, seemingly taking pride in that “Seriously, I’m a big fan.”

That’s funny because you’re looking at the Cho Seungyoun, a.k.a WOODZ, hip-hop and r&b star and variety show king. He looks ridiculously handsome in an all-black suit with his hair pushed back, which makes you vaguely embarrassed of your current state so you try to discreetly fix your appearance.

“You look beautiful, don’t worry, that’s not what I meant.” he leans against the marble sink and crosses his arms in front of his chest “What’s the matter? I mean why are you sneaking booze into a company event?”

You roll your eyes and mirror his posture, sighing.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here, my boss won’t even let me promote my show. I’m only allowed to greet people and smile while he does all the talking. This is so stupid, I should be on a plane to Toronto right now but I’m in this useless party wasting my time instead.”

Seungyoun rubs his chin, pondering his next move. After a while, he nods to himself and glances at you, arching an eyebrow.

“I can’t send you to Toronto but maybe I could help fix the other issue. How quickly can you sober up?” You shrug and bend down to put your shoes back on while he downs your drink, grimacing at the taste “Ugh, awful.” 

You laugh again while checking your make-up, then wash your hands and hold onto the arm he’s offering so you can both exit the bathroom.

And for the next couple of hours, Seungyoun does the absolute most, introducing you to everyone he knows and talking about your show with enthusiasm. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a fan, you notice. He talks in detail about the dishes and the guests from previous episodes and seems truly interested in what you have in store for the next season when you explain it to higher-ups from other CJ subsidiaries. 

It’s a blessing Seungyoun be so charismatic and funny because everyone is too busy falling in love with him to pay attention to the way you lean on him for balance and laugh just a little too much. By the time they start handing out the awards, you’re sober enough to go up on stage with Mr. Yang, who gives a quick speech thanking you and the staff - and you do the same. After that, you’re free for the rest of the night and Seungyoun makes good use of that, tapping your boss on the shoulder as soon as you get up from your seats when the ceremony ends.

“Excuse me, sir, can I borrow her for a moment?”

Busy talking to other executives, Mr. Yang waves his hand, barely looking at him, and you take that as a yes.

“Thanks for saving me.” you say as he offers his arm once again “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Don’t mention it. I know it’s hard to believe but I’m actually kind of shy so it was nice to have your company.” he pats your arm, glancing at you “Have you seen the paintings here? They’re pretty awesome.”

You shake your head no, so he takes you to the first open room he can find. The sign by the door says the exhibition is called FLOWERS ON A RIVER, a series of gongbi flower and bird paintings by a chinese artist named Chen Zhifo.

When you go inside, there’s no one else there, the guest using up all their time for networking instead of art appreciation. Seungyoun drags you to study a very long line of flower paintings hanging on the wall, reading their titles and descriptions out loud and making funny comments about the birds.

“You know,” he starts when you reach the last painting “I’ve never been invited to guest on your show even though we’re from the same company...”

He glances quickly at you, pouting and blinking several times, and it makes you laugh. Yes, you both come from sister companies but no one could call that a real connection. Not to mention you didn’t even know he could cook before earlier tonight, anyway.

“My boss picks the guests.” you shrug. “Sorry.”

“I see. Well then maybe I could cook you dinner at my place, say, later this week... and you could put in a good word for me with your boss or something...”

You look up at him, surprised. Maybe you’re still a little drunk, but you muster up the courage to take a step closer and ask him what’s on your mind.

“Are you trying to buy your way into my show or ask me on a date, Seungyoun?”

“Oh, I don’t care, whatever helps me see you again the fastest.” he leans down a little, bringing his face closer to yours while staring at your lips “Which one do you prefer?”

“I think right now I’m gonna go with the date and we can talk about work later.” you decide, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to meet him halfway for a kiss.

“Ho ho ho.” Seungyoun mumbles, smiling against your lips.

It’s Christmas and you’re in a stupid useless party, but now you don’t regret it anymore.

-

it’s still christmas where i live so..... happy holidays everyone 💜

also i’m a time management disaster so i missed seungwoo’s birthday because when do i finish anything on time right? but i WILL have the next ysay chapter finished before the weekend so wooseungdans stay tuned xx

[wildandsexyjacks]

For being so nice and cute, copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful.💕

[wildandsexyjacks]

MASTERLIST

[💜] personal favorites || [🚩] ongoing || [��] finished

ATEEZ

Seonghwa

Love Sucks

EXO

Baekhyun

It’s War

Sehun

Borderline

GOT7

Jackson

[3:49 a.m] 💜

MONSTA X

Wonho 

[2:12 a.m] || [6:16 a.m]

Joohoney

[5:42 p.m]

NCT 127

Johnny

Maybe It's A Chicago Thing

Yuta

Boo 💜

X1

Seungyoun

Where We Left Off 💜 ||  Mocktails & (Not So) Useless Company Parties

Seungwoo

Your Smile And You 💜👌   (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) || [6:28 p.m]  

[wildandsexyjacks]

Wow I run my fics through 2 separate grammar apps + re-read it a thousand times before posting and somehow still manage to write shit like “when you’re parents are here.”

[wildandsexyjacks]

It’s War

Christmas fluff with Baekhyun + #15 from this holiday prompt list

Word Count: 678

It’s half past midnight and you have your eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling in the darkness of your room, unable to fall asleep. Next to you, Baekhyun sleeps like the dead, lying on his side with a heavy arm draped over your waist, his freshly dyed hair looking messy and cute.

You tried. God knows you did. Drinking a full glass of warm milk before getting to bed, counting sheep, meditating... you tried it all, but none of it worked. You’re still completely awake and it’s getting on your nerves.

After fifteen more minutes of unsuccessful sheep-counting, enough is enough. You carefully disentangle yourself from Baekhyun’s embrace and get off the bed, tiptoeing your way out of the bedroom. 

You go down the stairs and all the way across the living room to where you put up the Christmas tree just a few days ago. There’s a pile of presents under said tree and you take them one by one, shaking the boxes just a little bit to get an idea of what’s inside. 

This is no big deal, you tell yourself. You just need to take a harmless peep inside the packages, that’s all. Satisfying your curiosity will grant you a good night of sleep, that’s why you do it. It’s not like he would notice, anyway, at least not if you’re just as careful as you have been all these years. You decide on a pink heart-shaped box with a golden ribbon and just as you’re reaching for it the lights in the room suddenly turn on. You jump and turn around to find Baekhyun in his pajamas, hair falling to his eyes and a water gun in hand.

“Step away from the presents.” he orders, pointing the gun at you.

“Hi, babe.” You smile at him, frozen in place, a bit nervous “I thought you were sleeping...”

He rolls his eyes.

“You’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour now and I just knew you were gonna sneak out to spy on the presents again...” your shocked expression tells him you didn’t know he was aware of your late-night Christmas adventures and he chuckles, waving the gun in your direction: “Yes, I know you’ve been doing this every year but come on, Y/N, we agreed to wait until the morning this time, when your parents are here.” 

You look from him to the gun, then at Baekhyun again.

“You’d never shoot m-“ before you even finish the sentence, his first warning shot has you jumping to avoid getting hit by the water streak “What the hell? You- unbelievable.”

He quirks an eyebrow.

“Step away from the presents, I won’t say it again.”

It’s a cold, snowy night outside, so - taking his threat seriously - you put the pink box back to where it belongs and pout.

“I’m too curious and excited, I can’t sleep.”

Baekhyun puts the water gun down and waves both hands, motioning for you to come closer. Defeated, you drag your feet across the room to where he stands in the doorway, a fond smile on his lips and arms wide open waiting for you. When you move inside his personal space, Baekhyun wraps his arms around you and kisses your temple.

“It’s only a few more hours, babe. Let’s go back to bed and count some sheep together... I’ve always been better at math than you anyway.”

You nod your head and he guides you up the stairs with a hand on your back. When you reach the top you glance at him.

“How did you know I was here, by the way?”

Baekhyun flashes you a knowing grin.

“I’ve been taking a peek at the presents since long before you started doing it, amateur.”

Your jaw drops, and you try to go back down the stairs, but he grabs you by your shoulders and turns you back in the direction of your shared room, pushing you lightly.

“Come on now, Y/N, the sheep are waiting and Christmas is just around the corner.”

Fully aware that trying to fool Bakehyun would never work, you let him take you back to bed and tuck you in, three heavy blankets making you feel warm and cozy in his arms, maybe even a little sleepy. As you close your eyes, a plan starts to take place in your mind. This time you lick your wounds and accept defeat, but next year... It’s war.

[wildandsexyjacks]

Tis the season

for fanfics and scenarios

I couldn't find any christmas prompt list that caught my attention so I made my own! Feel free to use it if you’re a writer (pls tag me if you do, i’d love to read your stuff!) or drop a name and a number in my asks if you’d like to request something. Here you can find more information about my writing.

1- “Cuddling under this blanket? Comfortable and warm. Shopping for gifts the day before Christmas? Dangerous and evil.”

2- “Wow, I must have been good this year.” / “Aren’t you always?”

3- “Ah.... mistletoe..... so original."

4- “Christmas isn’t just about the presents” / “Shut up, Santa, of course it is.”

5- “Shouldn’t there be a star up at the top of this tree?”

6- “I can’t believe I’m asking you of all people, but please be my date for this party.”

7- “You’re out of those tiny marshmallows. Seriously what’s wrong with you?”

8- “Haven’t you had too many cookies already?” / “The real question is how many cookies is too many?”

9- “Oh my god! Just open the damn present.”

10- “Have you been good or naughty this year? Please say naughty.”

11- “Woah... Would you like some eggnog with your rum?”

12- “Who invited the Grinch?”

13- “Do you guys believe Virgin Mary was really a virgin?”

14- “Did you break into my house?” / “You said you wouldn’t put up any Christmas decoration so I had no choice.”

15- “Step away from the presents, I won’t say it again.”