HOSHIS PROFILE @soonkwans

HOSHI’S PROFILE — @soonkwans

happy seungkwan day !

look!! it’s my bun’s birthday ♡ to say that “i’m so proud of seungkwan” would be an understatement. he has grown and achieved so much ♡ thankyou my boo for always making us laugh and feel the happiest. you literally are a personification of ‘finding your favourite food at a place you don’t wanna be and now everything is just fine’ ♡ meaning, immense comfort. happy birthday to seventeen’s pride and shine, entertainer and vocalist of the year - mr. boo! ♡

why does he have the same facial expressions as my cat when i give her affection? especially in second to last gif 🤨 yeosang = cat….?

ateez: ❤️💕💖💝💕❤️💕💖💝 yeosang: 😐😐😐

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deluxe version | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, a dash of angst

warnings: cursing (just one word)

word count: 963

summary: in which you and wonwoo spend some alone time together

a/n: i just wanna hold wonwoo and tell him how much he means to me, yk??

You woke up in the middle of the night, cold and confused. Wonwoo was not by your side anymore like he was when you had fallen asleep.

You got out of bed, throwing on one of Wonwoo’s hoodies before venturing out into your apartment. It’s a small space, with just a bedroom and a kitchen/living area. Wonwoo had always mentioned he could pay for a bigger apartment, but the memories kept you attached to this place. It’s where your first date was, where he asked you to be his girlfriend… every crevice of the apartment had witnessed your journey as lovers, and you couldn’t part with it just yet. That’s not to say there weren’t times where you envisioned yourself somewhere new, with Wonwoo by your side. You dreamt about it often, and Wonwoo admitted he had too.

Until that dream can become reality, though, you could deal with the one-bedroom apartment for a little longer.

He wasn’t in the kitchen, and the living room was empty as well. Your eyes went to the window, which was cracked open just slightly. There, you saw a dark figure sitting on the small balcony, facing away from you and out towards the city.

You approached slowly, not wanting to startle him. You knocked softly on the glass, watching Wonwoo flinch only a little before turning around and catching your eye. He leaned back from his spot on the ground, opening the window to let you in.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, only peeking your head through. The cold air had already turned your nose red, and you saw the redness evident on Wonwoo’s nose as well. He shrugged, as if he wasn’t affected by the cold, Spring weather.

“This hoodie’s pretty warm, and someone gave me these pretty cozy socks, so I’m good.” You glanced over at his feet, which were covered by a pair of very fuzzy Scooby Doo socks. You grinned at the sight, moving to step onto the balcony.

“I thought you hated them,” you said as you sat down beside him, poking his foot and hearing him giggle slightly.

“I don’t hate them. I could never hate anything you give me,” he smiled, reaching over and grabbing your hand. You sighed, feeling his cold fingers entangle with your warm ones. You took a few moments to get comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder and grabbing his other hand to warm it up. When you felt his head rest on top of yours, you spoke.

“So… What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this at this time of night?”

Wonwoo didn’t hesitate to laugh, his head moving slightly so he could press a kiss to your forehead. You smiled at the action.

“Just needed some alone time, is all.”

You stayed silent for a moment, squeezing his hands slightly.

“Alone time?” you mumbled, lifting your head from his shoulder and releasing his hands. “Oh, shit—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disrupt you.” You stood up, getting ready to leave through the window. “Get back to your alone time. I’ll be in bed, okay?”

“No,” Wonwoo quickly let out, his hand reaching out to grab yours. You peered down at him, furrowing your eyebrows at his actions.

“No?” you questioned.

“No,” he repeated. “When you’re here, it’s like being alone,” he explained, a bashful blush spreading across his cheeks—or maybe it was just the cold. “It’s like being alone, the deluxe version.”

You blinked at first before a small chuckle left your lips. Slowly, you dropped to your knees, reaching your hands out to cup his freezing cheeks. After pressing a kiss to his pursed lips, you grinned.

“You, Jeon Wonwoo, are the biggest dork I’ve ever met. But I have to admit—I like you, but like, the deluxe version.”

Your words made Wonwoo laugh in response, this time louder and a lot more heart-wrenching (in a good way, obviously). He leaned forward, pecking your lips before standing up and holding out his hand.

“Let’s be alone together in bed, yeah? It’s a lot warmer in there.”

You didn’t hesitate to take his hand, following him inside and to your bedroom. The covers and the close proximity of bodies helped warm you two up quickly, bringing content smiles to both of your rosy faces.

Just before Wonwoo could fall asleep, with your arms wrapped around his torso, he heard you mumble.

“Why did you need alone time, if you don’t mind me asking?“

He paused briefly, thinking over your words.

“It’s not really important anymore. I was thinking one thing, but turns out I was wrong. Got it all figured out.”

“I’m glad,” he heard you whisper before you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest. Wonwoo sighed deeply, his hand reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

Truth is, Wonwoo was doubting himself. He was thinking about you, your relationship, and how someone like you would want someone like him. He was always busy with work, and recently with the new album out, he was busier than ever. You always reassured him, but he knew you were hurting inside. He knew because it hurt him too, especially on those lonely nights he would spend in his dorm instead of next to you, like he was tonight.

He went to the balcony to think about all of this. but as soon as you showed up, soft eyes on him and a smile that gave the sun a run for its money, every negative thought he had disappeared.

Yeah, he was alone most of the time, and yeah, he liked being alone. But since being with you, he’s realized he liked to be alone, as long as he was alone with you.

You know, like being alone, the deluxe version.

THE 8 | 海城 (Hai Cheng)