Would You Slap Your Bias For 6 Million Dollars?

would you slap your bias for 6 million dollars? 

masterlist

started: august 12th, 2020

last updated: sep 11, 2024

total works: 12

SEVENTEEN

drabbles

oneshots

best friend | jeon wonwoo

to wish impossible things | wonwoo x jeonghan

late-night call | hong jisoo

the deluxe version | jeon wonwoo

clementine | yoon jeonghan

fireproof | jeon wonwoo

to you | jeon wonwoo

mistletoe | jeon wonwoo

umbrella | jeon wonwoo

first snowfall | minwon

midnight radio | jeon wonwoo

NCT/WAYV

drabbles

oneshots

the last night | na jaemin

i think i’m going to post it on here just to see how it does! but here is the link for the ao3 post!!!

to wish impossible things ft jeonghan and wonwoo

i just wrote the first member x member fic i’ve ever felt truly proud of but idk if i’ll share on in here :/ maybe this one is a story for ao3

BESTIE U REBLOGGED THE SLAPPING YOUR BIAS POST FROM ME AND I CANT WITH YOUR TAGS DNENWNWK STOP😭😭

PLSSS the unnecessary math i did to figure out how much everyone would get if i hypothetically slapped all of svt for 6 million dollars…… glad u enjoyed it

best friend | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: language

word count: 2136

summary: in which wonwoo surprises you with food during your study session, but the generous act starts a fight that leads to deep emotions being expressed

a/n: i reread @milfgyuu ‘s Getting Closer (read if you’re a wonu/gyu thinker such as myself) and fell in love with wonwoo all over again... two hours after reading i finished this fic. also i watched my college’s soccer team play yesterday and soccer player wonwoo lives rent free in my head

“Are you still studying?”

Pulling your eyes from your math textbook, you glared up at the irritable owner of the voice, who stood in front of your table. Jeon Wonwoo, your best friend and star captain of the soccer team.

“Yeah, well, not all of us can be geniuses who effortlessly get top marks,” you muttered, looking back down at your textbook and writing down a few more notes. You heard the chair in front of you screech and felt a presence now sat in front of you.

“I can’t tell if you’re jealous of me or if you want to kiss me.”

You groaned, placing your pencil down as you rolled your eyes. Wonwoo only snickered, placing his backpack on his lap to pull something out of it. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, watching as he pulled out a few Tupperware containers.

“What the hell is this?” you questioned, eyeing the food in front of you. Wonwoo opened each container, the smell of each dish making your stomach grumble.

“My mom sent a ton of food, and I thought, I can’t eat this all by myself, but then I remembered I have a nerdy best friend who forgets to eat sometimes. So here I am.” Wonwoo pulled out two pairs of chopsticks, which he definitely stole from the ramen place you ate at yesterday, handing you one before opening his own and starting to eat. You held the packaged chopsticks in your hand, blinking at your friend.

“We could’ve just gone back to your place,” you stated, opening the chopsticks before dragging a few dishes towards yourself. Wonwoo pushed a few more your way before pulling two sodas out from his bag. You cocked your brow, pointing at him with the chopsticks. “Damn, did you bring your whole fridge?”

“Funny,” he scoffed with a mouth full of food. He swallowed before continuing. “Besides, I brought the food here because I knew you wouldn’t want to leave while you were studying. So eat.”

The pair of you sat in the library for another hour, with you managing to eat and read while Wonwoo took out his Nintendo Switch and played Mario Kart. You didn’t look at the time until the last person besides you two left the building, making you wonder how late it was.

“Shit! It’s 2 AM?” you gasped, shutting your books and closing the empty Tupperware. “I have my first exam at 7 tomorrow!”

“You mean today.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, helping Wonwoo put the containers back in his bag. He pushed your hands away, putting the rest away himself. “Shit, I can’t believe this. I should’ve just sent you back so I could finish studying. Fuck, I feel even more stressed. I can’t believe you distracted me with food,” you scolded. Wonwoo scoffed, standing up from his chair abruptly.

“Yeah, I can’t believe I would go to my game, go back to my apartment, then walk all the way here with my backpack full of food just to feed my friend. Such a dick move, really. I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again,” Wonwoo retorted, zipping his bag before standing up. “Sorry for being such a terrible friend. I’ll try not to ruin your day anymore.”

Wonwoo began to make his way to the front entrance, leaving you stood beside the table with your jaw slack. You scoffed, following after him and walking out the door behind him. As you both got outside, you put your hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face you.

“Dude, you know I didn’t mean it like that! I just -”

“Just what? Listen, I never wanted to talk about this with you, because I get it. You’re stressed, and you feel like if you don’t study for 20 hours straight you’ll fail your exams. But I feel like you never appreciate what I do for you. I care so much - more than you could ever know - but get nothing in return. You never show up to my games, even though I always talk about how important they are to me. You never eat lunch with me, and you never go to club meetings with me! The only reason you’re still in the Japanese club is because I always cover for your ass!” he cried out, cheeks red with emotion. He took a few deep breaths, voice calmer as he continued. “I try so hard to not notice your absence in my life, but I can’t help it. All I want is a friend who cares for me as much as I care for them, and I want to believe you care about me and I’m just being dramatic, but I can’t ignore everything you do,” Wonwoo sighed, furrowing his brows as he looked down at you. “Or should I say don’t do?”

You knew he had a point. As angry as you wanted to be about his outburst, you knew you had no right to be upset. He was right, you were never there for him as much as he was there for you. It had been like this since sophomore year when you finally declared a major and busied yourself with trying to catch up with everyone else. You would always ditch lunch dates with him and have only attended three of his games in the past two years. Honestly, you were shocked that you haven’t been kicked out of the Japanese club as well, seeing as you’ve only gone to the first meeting, but Wonwoo’s words made you realize just how bad a friend you were.

“My friends have been trying to tell me to stop trying with you,” he admitted, your eyes getting teary at his words. “I never listened to them. I couldn’t imagine getting rid of our friendship. I thought I could push through - I thought I could live without feeling your love. But I can’t. I don’t know why I care so much about you but I can’t stop. You mean so much to me, it scares me. But you’re so bad for me… I can’t keep doing this.”

“Wonwoo,” you mumbled, watching as he looked away with tears in his own eyes. You could sense that he was trying to let go of you now, but you were stubborn. You couldn’t lose the best thing in your life. “Please, just… hear me out.” Your words made him sigh, his head turning back towards you but his eyes not meeting yours. You bit your lip back, forming your thoughts before continuing. “I’m sorry, first of all. I know I’ve been an awful friend to you these past few years, and if you still want to drop me after I finish talking, I understand. It’s what I deserve. But Wonwoo, I do care about you. I can’t use my stress as an excuse, because I know I’ve done that too many times in the past, but I want you to know that you were the only person keeping me from losing it. All the food you’ve brought me, all the spontaneous movie nights at your place, and the notes you took for me while I studied for another class… without you, I’d probably be a college dropout, still living with my parents. If I could I would stand here forever and express how grateful I am, just to make up for how much I’ve ignored your actions. But if you give me a chance - if you allow me the opportunity to be a better friend - I promise I will never let you doubt our friendship for another second. I know it’s easy for me to just say that, but I will not let you down. If I ever make you feel like shit again, you can leave. Just please, you can’t… I need you in my life, Wonwoo. I... “ you trailed off, inhaling deeply before finishing. “I love you.”

You waited for two minutes, watching the wheels turn in Wonwoo’s mind as cars passed by and college students yelled in the distance. You weren’t focused on them though, only concentrated on your friend. You thought he had already gotten rid of you in his heart, your eyes falling to stare at the ground. But when you felt his hand tug on your hoodie sleeve, you perked up, eyes on him as he whispered.

“I’m afraid that the way you love me isn’t the same way I love you.”

You heard his voice crack, your eyes widening at his words. Your heart was racing and heat rushed to your cheeks, now matching his. Wonwoo’s hand remained on your hoodie, fingers tightly gripping the fabric. You blinked, hearing him sigh.

“I’m sorry. You should go back and sleep. You have your exam soon,” Wonwoo stated, pulling his hand back. He looked at you one more time, biting the inside of his cheek before turning away, starting his walk back to his apartment. He left you alone once again, your mind running a mile a minute. When you finally came to your senses, you ran after him, catching him just before he crossed the street. You put your hand on his shoulder, turning him to face you. Instead of talking, you grabbed his face and pulled him down towards you, your lips meeting in a long-awaited embrace.

It took him a few seconds to register what was happening, but when he finally did, his shoulders relaxed, and his hands covered yours. He kissed back with more passion than you, his hands running up your arms, over your shoulders, and down your spine before finding their place on your waist, underneath your hoodie. He shivered at the feeling of your cold skin, pulling you closer as if to try to warm you. Craving his warmth, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his.

Wonwoo never failed to make you feel warm. You never thought much about it until tonight, but Wonwoo was the only person who could make you feel the way he makes you feel.

He was the first to pull away, but your bodies remained close as you stared at each other, out of breath from the kiss. You both opened your mouths to speak, words tangled with one another as you spoke. Wonwoo cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“You first.”

“Okay.” You inhaled, then began. “I hope you know that kissing you was not a way for me to get you to stay. I have thought about doing that so many times, but I never knew…”

“That I was in love with you? I could say the same thing about you,” Wonwoo stated, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry for being so terrible to you.”

“It’s okay. Well… not entirely. It still hurts, really bad, but I think I’ll be able to get over it. I’ve discovered the cure to my sadness, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, watching him grin. He pressed his lips against yours, a smile growing on his face as he pulled away again.

“Your kisses. I’m now cured of all sadness.”

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “And you call me the nerd.”

“You are the nerd. But you’re my nerd.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that. Let go of me - I can’t be friends with a cliché!”

“Oh - friends?” Wonwoo blinked, his hold on you loosening slightly. You blinked as well, feeling a sense of awkwardness rush over.

“Well I - we are friends but… did you…” you trailed off, unsure of how to say what you wanted. You and Wonwoo took a step back from one another, arms now crossed over your chest and body feeling colder than before.

“I mean… I kind of figured since we… kissed…”

“Are we… together now?” you asked, eyes hopeful as you looked up at him. He avoided your eye contact, but the blush on his cheeks got redder than before.

“If that’s what you want as well,” he stated, catching your eyes. You both looked away this time, a small smile resting on both of your faces.

“I would, very much so.”

You and Wonwoo locked eyes, your smiles widening as you embraced one another in a tight hug. Warmth spread throughout your body again, and you felt as if your smile could never fade.

“I promise to be better for you, Wonwoo, and to never make you doubt my love for you,” you mumbled into his chest, holding him as if you would never let go. Wonwoo buried his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin.

“And I promise to be there for you always and to never let you skip a meal.”

“Funny.”

“I try my best.”

happiest xu minghao day ! no one inspires me more than hao. esp when it comes to art and life; his wise words always hit like a truck (in a good way). when i saw him paint on ‘in the soop’ , it made me pull out my old sketchbooks and work on sth new (that was a fail rip) but i decided to edit my old eye sketches and give it a new outlook, the way he always has on life . so, this little grfx piece with my own artworks and minghao’s wisest words and things that i always associate him with. happy birthday king ♡ thankyou for your endless wisdom, love, care, fashion and talent ♡

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