Best Friend | Jeon Wonwoo

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 @bubblebeom ‘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

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the one where wonwoo asks you to move in with him.

pairing: wonwoo x (f)reader

word count: 1.4k

rating: pg-15

content: fluff, established relationship au, very domestic; ft. medical student!wonwoo

warning/s: light profanity

p.s. this is a repost from another previous blog of mine !

A smile graces his face the second he sees you.

It has become a reflex at this point, especially after a busy and inevitably tiring week; the sight of you standing there outside his door, a gorgeous grin plastered on your mouth, holding what seemed like a rather large lunchbox containing what he assumes are dishes of your cooking, is what Wonwoo can only define as heaven itself.

He immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you in the apartment, closing the door behind you before grabbing the handle of the bag to momentarily place it on the floor so he can do the one thing he’s been thinking about all week.

Hold you damn tight.

“This is nice,” you hum with a teasing tone, embracing him right back as he buries his face against your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

You smile. “Ah, really? From the way you haven’t been answering any of my messages, it doesn’t seem like it.”

He pulls back, an already apologetic expression on his features, though before he can utter an apology out, you place a palm on his cheek and pull his face down for a quick kiss.

“I’m kidding. I know you’re busy because of your exams. That’s why I’m here.” You start picking up your bag.

Wonwoo beats you to it however, getting it himself and gesturing for you to freely walk further inside his apartment.

Your friends and acquaintances always tease you about the fact you’re dating a medical student. They reckon that being in a relationship with one is already a lost case to begin with—you are bound to always compete with his jam-packed schedules as he studies and works hard to become a future medical practitioner.

And though you do understand that what they are claiming are entirely and quite painfully true, that still isn’t a good enough reason for you to love your boyfriend any less, considering that you can also see Wonwoo trying to make time for you and give effort in the relationship despite his tight timetable.

“Sorry for not cleaning up,” he says with a chuckle once you arrive in the kitchen, paper bags and disposable utensils scattered around the counter beside the sink. “I didn’t know you were coming, so I’m a little bit over the place.”

You glance at him and notice how tired his face appears. He’s still handsome nonetheless—even in just his normal home attire that includes a plain shirt and jogging pants, he still ridiculously exerts extreme attractiveness—though at this instance, there are dark circles under his eyes and his complexion seems… seems a little dull, lifeless maybe, and from the looks of his tired stance as well, it’s like he’s been cooped inside his room all day long, doing nothing but reading and writing notes.

“Wonwoo,” you frown, “what did I say when it comes to busy weeks?”

He sighs, aware where the conversation is heading. “I can skip your messages but I can’t skip taking care of myself.”

You manage to smile a little because of how childish it always sounds whenever he says it. “Then have you been doing that? Because honestly, you don’t look like it.”

“I… I’ve been trying,” he sheepishly says.

“Okay.” You unzip the lunch bag as he walks closer to where you are. “That’s progress, at least. I just hope you’re not eating ramyeon every single day because you know how unhealthy that is too.”

“But I love ramyeon. It’s my comfort food.”

“It’s not good for you, babe.”

“I don’t eat it every day,” he defends, stopping behind you and hugging your waist while you continue to unpack what you brought for him, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Just every other night. Seungkwan sometimes stops by to give me home cooked meals, you know.”

“I know. I’m glad he does.”

The both of you don’t speak for a few seconds. Wonwoo just carries on hugging you, slightly swaying you from side to side with perhaps half of his weight on yours.

Eventually, you’re moving from one spot to another inside the kitchen—heating up some rice, heating the food that already went a little cold alongside it, and preparing the plate he’s going to eat on as well—all of that happening with your boyfriend still clinging on you like a koala (which to be frank, you’re not exactly annoyed at).

“Babe,” he abruptly says and you glance at him, pausing in putting some kimchi on a small bowl, “what do you think about moving in with me?”

You raise your eyebrows at the question, your hands freezing. “What?”

“I promise not to be that much of a burden,” he tells you straight off the bat. “I mean, I know I can’t cook for shit, but I can clean. I can wash the dishes and do the laundry and stuff you can’t do when you’re the one who’s busy.”

“Wonwoo—”

“I can still shoulder rent and utility bills too. Or maybe you’d want to chip in, but I wouldn’t mind if—”

“—hey, hey.” You chuckle and place the chopsticks down in order to detach yourself from Wonwoo’s embrace, facing him instead to talk about the topic better. “Are you serious right now? Do you know what you’re asking me?”

“I do,” he replies. “I… I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It’s not just an impulsive thought, I swear.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Yeah. I just—I just thought it would be better for us. We’d get to see each other more often. Besides, your company building isn’t that far from here too. Even if it was, it wouldn’t matter—I’d drive and fetch you there myself every time if it meant I’d be with you here.”

You’re speechless. Wonwoo’s not really the type to be overly affectionate, honestly speaking, though he isn’t that cold and distant either. He usually knows what the right words to say to get you blushing and your heart to feel full; he likes to buy you meaningful tokens of appreciation at times he feels like it and would agree to do something for you if you asked, regardless of how it might clash with his original plans.

However, you still find yourself being surprised to hear him say those words out loud. It might be because you haven’t been receiving that kind of attention from him in a considerably long time, and so to get them now, it’s like your system is slowly trying to restart and get used to it all over again.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says when you fail to answer for the last 10 seconds or so. “I just wanted to suggest it. I think I’m starting to hate being alone in this apartment.”

You snort at his last statement. “You don’t hate being alone, Wonwoo,” you reckon, soon encircling your own arms around his torso, “you just don’t like it when I’m not with you.”

He grins and leans down when you begin reaching for his lips, pressing his mouth on yours for the kiss you’ve been trying to get. “Yeah, you’re right. I absolutely despise not being with you.”

Wonwoo steals a bunch of long kisses for a while, and once the two of you break free to breathe, you give him a final peck before speaking. “Okay. I’ll check my lease and start talking to my landlord about it. Then I’ll move in with you.”

“Wait, seriously? You’re agreeing just like that?”

“Seriously.” You kiss him again, letting go of him afterwards. “Well, we still have to talk about it more, but for the meantime, how about we eat and you tell me what you think about the dishes I cooked for you so that I’ll be more convinced to move in with you instead. What do you think?”

A contagious and warm grin spreads on his face again. “God, why don’t I just propose right now too while we’re at it?”

“Hey,” you slap him on the chest, laughing, “let’s take it slow. We have to get you that medical degree first.”

He mutters a soft, “If you say so,” and pinches your cheek in fondness, maneuvering around you then to get his plate and try some of what you prepared.

Even before the first bite though, he’s sure that it’s going to be delicious. After all, if it’s something to do with you—he’s positive that it’s automatically considered as amazing in his book.

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Hey! Could you write a y/n fic about going to a bookstore cafe with Wonwoo for the first date? Maybe a walk along the park after that and a little kissing in front of the apartment door at the end? 🥺

fireproof | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none 

word count: 2321

summary: in which you and wonwoo go on your first date

a/n: sorry this took so long omg... i just wanted to write the perfect fic for my first request!!! i hope you enjoy it anon <3 feel free to request more in the future btw! i loved your request <333 (also this is not at all proofread you have been warned)

“To have and to hold, where even death cannot part us. In this life and the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours. Those are my vows to you.”

“Romance, hm? I didn’t pin you as the type to enjoy that genre.”

The voice behind you gently pulled you from your book’s world, a small smile already gracing your lips as you turned back to face the owner. There, your date, Wonwoo, stood with a tote bag draped over his shoulder. He wore a grey cardigan, along with a pair of dark-wash jeans and the black Converse he’s been wearing since freshman year of college. You noticed he had styled his hair out of his face, a boost to your ego, really, because it meant he wanted to look good for you. You had once told him that he looked handsome with his hair out of his face, and it seemed like he got the message. 

“Romance is only a subgenre of this series, Jeon. There’s action, heartbreak, monsters–”

“Spoilers! I thought you brought that for me to read!” Wonwoo whined playfully, moving to take a seat in the chair across from you. He hung his tote bag on the back of the chair before pulling out a book. He placed it on the table, hands covering the front cover before you could see it. “Before you make fun of me, I want you to know that this book was recommended to me by Joshua, so if you want to make fun of anyone, make sure it’s him.”

“But surely you enjoyed it, if you’re recommending it to me? So you have to get some teasing as well, you know,” you stated, the seemingly permanent smile on your face keeping you from sounding serious. You shut the book in your hand, placing it on the table before leaning forward. “You’ve intrigued me now. What is it? The Fault in Our Stars? 50 Shades of Grey?” 

“God, no. But… you’re not far off, I guess,” Wonwoo trailed off, resting back against his chair as his hands moved from the book. You glanced down at the bright red cover, a small chuckle escaping your lips. Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. 

“Wonwoo…”

“I said not to make fun of me!”

“I didn’t even say anything yet! I just… I can’t believe you brought me my mom’s favorite book.”

Wonwoo groaned, moving to grab the book back. You reached out quickly, hand covering his own as you stared at him. “Don’t! I’m sorry, I was just teasing,” you reassured, squeezing his hand gently. Both of your cheeks were warm, but neither of you made a move to pull away. “I actually really loved the movie for this. It made me cry, like, a lot.” 

“Well, maybe that’s a good thing,” he shrugged, eyes glancing down at your hands. His fingers itched to lace themselves with yours, but he held back the urge. Do people hold hands on first dates? He couldn’t remember first date etiquette. “If you cried for the movie, you’ll already know what to expect and won’t cry again.”

“I like crying, though,” you admitted, Wonwoo’s eyes looking up to meet yours. “I don’t cry often about the things in my life, so when a movie or a book makes me cry, it feels nice.”

Wonwoo blinked. You sighed, an airy chuckle escaping your lips as you pulled your hand away from his. “Sorry, that was–that was weird to say. I sounded like a psychopath, geez.”

“No, you’re um… you’re good. I don’t cry often either. Don’t think you’re weird or anything.”

The pair of you shot smiles towards each other, you nodding your head as you leaned back in your seat. 

“Right… thanks.” You grabbed your own book, holding it up for him to see, “Um, this is probably my favorite book ever. It’s called These Violent Delights, by Chloe Gong. Two gangs in Shanghai, fighting for dominance. The heirs love each other but circumstances keep them apart… it’s a series, actually. And, it’s um… inspired by Romeo and Juliet. I think I remember you saying you like Shakespere?”

Wonwoo thought for a second, trying to think of when he told you that. Suddenly it clicked. Two years ago, in your shared Photography class, you and Wonwoo were partnered for a beginning of the semester project. You had to learn about each other through photos, and share those photos to the class so everyone could get to know each other. Wonwoo took pictures of your cats, your daily coffee orders, and your messily organized desk, while you took pictures of his roomates, his cardigans, and his books. He had a bookshelf full of books, ranging from nonfiction to children picture books. He let you borrow a book, once, for your English project. It was Romeo and Juliet, and the pages were covered with annotations and notes from Wonwoo. You brought up his love for Shakespere one day at the school’s cafe, where you had found him reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream in the corner with a hot chocolate in front of him. 

“I just like how he writes things. Especially love.” 

“I can’t believe you remember that,” he mumbled, but you managed to hear it. Your cheeks became even warmer, nearly threatening to burn your skin (at least, that’s how being around Wonwoo made you felt; on fire).

“I tend to remember things about people I like, so…” you let out. You laughed awkwardly before standing up and grabbing your wallet from your own tote bag. “I’m going to order coffee. What would you like?”

Wonwoo raised a brow at your sudden nervousness, unable to hold back the cocky smile now on his lips. He shook his head at your words, standing up himself and grabbing his own wallet. “I’ll buy the coffee. Still drink Iced Americanos? One pump of chocolate syrup and extra ice, right?”

Your arms fell to your sides, staring at Wonwoo with a look he couldn’t decipher. The last time Wonwoo asked for your coffee order was your senior year of college, after one long morning when you regrettably told Wonwoo you’d join him at the gym. That was four years ago. 

“You remembered?” you asked, voice soft and vulnerable. Wonwoo’s smile turned soft, his head nodding. 

“I tend to remember things about people I like,” he repeated your words. “Go ahead and start reading. I’ll order our drinks,” he said, switching the books around on the table so Me Before You was now in front of your chair. You watched as he looked at you once more before heading to the front counter of the cafe. Slowly, you sat down, eyes lingering on your date for a few more moments. With one final smile, you shook your head and picked up the book, eyes finding scribbled notes on the first page. 

Can I dedicate books that aren’t mine to people? Why not? 

To Y/N. Thank you for agreeing to going on this date with me. I hope you enjoy this love story as much as I did. 

P.S. I can see you smiling. Keep that smile under control or I might end up falling harder for you. 

Your date with Wonwoo went on for another three hours, the pair of you switching from reading your books to having conversations about everything and nothing. You had to admit, you were a bit sad that it seemed as if the date was coming to an end. Wonwoo was throwing away your trash, and you packed away Wonwoo’s book in your bag while grabbing the one you recommended him, holding it to your chest as you waited for him to come back. You couldn’t help but smile at him, watching as he nearly tripped over someone’s bag and apologized profusely, even though no damage had been done. He scratched the back of his neck bashfully as he approached you. 

“I–”

“This date–”

You both paused, laughing at the overlap of your words. Wonwoo held his hand out, gesturing for you to speak first. You took the book in your hand, pressing it gently against his chest. 

“This date was fun, Wonwoo. I’m happy you asked me to come,” you stated, moving your hand back once he had a grip on the book. “I’ll admit, I’m a little disappointed that it’s over.”

“That’s what I was going to say,” he admitted. “I was going to say that I… um, I know a park not too far from here. Maybe a couple blocks down that way,” he pointed his arm out. “We could walk for a bit, then maybe I could drop you off at your apartment? If you’d like?”

So you and Wonwoo made your way to the nearest park, books away and attention on each other and the beautiful scenery. Seoul in Summer was one of the prettiest sights you’ve ever seen, and you were happy to be witnessing it with Wonwoo. He had taken his cardigan off, revealing a white t-shirt that made his arms look a little too bad for your mental health. You chuckled at your thoughts, gaining Wonwoo’s attention quickly. 

“Something funny?”

“No–no, I’m just… really happy.” 

Your words brought another blush to Wonwoo’s face. His shoulders brushed against yours, your hands threatening to touch as you moved closer to him to get out of a runner’s way. 

“I’m glad. I’m happy too.” 

You hadn’t noticed, but Wonwoo was staring down at you, eyes gleaming and smile beaming. You truly did look happy, Wonwoo thought, observing the crinkles of your eyes and the permanent smile you held. As he continued to watch you, he didn’t notice the child biking down his side of the sidewalk. Your eyes widened, grabbing Wonwoo’s hand and pulling him to your side. The sudden movement caused Wonwoo to crash in to you, your arms quickly wrapping around his torso to prevent him from falling over. Once you had both regained balance, you look at each other with similar shocked expressions. 

“Nearly fell for me, huh?” you broke the silence with a teasing grin, watching Wonwoo’s face scrunch up as he laughed. You stepped back, your arms now on your side. Wonwoo was quick to prevent you from getting too far, his hand finding yours with ease. 

“Nearly have,” he grinned back, suddenly stepping towards you to be close once again. “Is this okay?” he asked, eyes glancing down at your joined hands. You bit back a smile at his sudden quiet voice, nodding at the man. He nodded back, pulling you with him gently to resume your walk back to your apartment. Unfortunately, your apartment wasn’t too far from the park, the rest of the walk only taking five minutes. As you approached your apartment building, you couldn’t shake away the familiar feeling of disappointment once again. You didn’t want to let Wonwoo go just yet, but after spending nearly four hours together, you knew it was time to say goodbye. The sun was beginning to set, and Seoul’s quiet atmosphere was soon beginning to change into its infamous, youthful nightlife. 

“This is me,” you told him, stopping in front of the doors of the building you lived in. You attempted to pull your hand back, but Wonwoo only held on tighter. His eyes were glued to the concrete floor, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. 

“I want to see you again,” he began, his thumb now softly caressing your hand. “Soon. Like… tomorrow? We can go to this cat cafe by my place, then maybe… maybe you could come over and we could watch a movie? Avengers?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips at his suggestion. You nodded soon after, watching the brightest smile spread across Wonwoo’s face. “My cats won’t be too happy about me cheating on them, but maybe the scent will go away after I spend time at your place.”

“So… that’s a yes, then? I don’t want to seem desperate, but I really like you, Y/N. In fact, I’ve liked you since our freshman year and when you agreed to go out with me I was so nervous. I searched for hours through my library to find a book that I thought would be perfect for you, and I thought I was going to have a panic attack but I remembered that you read The Hating Game once so I assumed you like cheesy romance novels, and I–”

You stepped forward, your free hand placing itself on the back of Wonwoo’s neck as you leaned forward to press your lips to his. The first kiss was messy, teeth clashing from Wonwoo being caught of guard. You pulled away, but Wonwoo didn’t let you get too far before he grabbed your hips and pulled you against him. Your lips met once again, this time the kiss being less rushed and more pleasant. After a few seconds, you both pulled back, foreheads resting against each other and deep breaths leaving your lips. You grinned, and Wonwoo brought his hand up to the back of your neck. He caressed your skin gently, eyes meeting yours.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Wonwoo. Same time as today?” you questioned, feeling him nod. You both pulled back, with you leaning forward once again to press a quick kiss to the corner of his lips before turning around and heading into your apartment building. As you disappeared through the doors, Wonwoo sighed, his hand moving up to ghost over his lips. 

Wonwoo prayed for the first time in a while when he got back home, begging whoever was listening to not let your romance end in a tragedy. He may love Shakespeare, but the man certainly didn’t write happy endings. However, a part of Wonwoo believed that your romance would be one of happiness. He prayed once more before getting ready for his night-in, thinking about seeing you tomorrow with a smile on his face.

Would you consider inclusivity and refrain from making your reader characters blush? Not all of us blush visibly and there are other ways to describe embarrassment in writing. Writers are so ready to be gender inclusive, but write their readers to all be pale and visibly blush, it’s really disheartening to see that ethnicity doesn’t get the same considerations… (such as in your Wonwoo bookstore/park date request)

thank you so much for this ask! see, i’ve only just recently in the past few years started writing gender inclusive content, as i saw most writers doing. but now i will do my best to be mindful when writing about these types of things. i’m sorry about this, and i hope this message gets out to more writers!

i will be rewriting my past works to be gender inclusive and ethnicity inclusive, but please bear with me as i soon start my second year of college!

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