Darl-ings - Mads

to you | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 600

summary: in which you and wonwoo go to bed

a/n: just something to post while i’m writing bigger things. wonwoo i love you if you ever need a thigh to cuddle i got two of them :)

“Do you think I should get a new gaming chair?”

The voice in front of you pulled you away from your book’s pages, your eyes peering over the novel to look at your boyfriend. Wonwoo made a point to let you know that he was incredibly bored, but instead of doing anything about it, he had laid in between your legs and hugged your thigh as if it were a stuffed animal. As endearing as it was, his constant random comments were interrupting your before-bed reading time. 

“You bought that one last year, babe. Unless it’s broken, I think it’s okay,” you told him, watching him nod before nuzzling his face into your inner thigh. You held back a smile, folding the corner of the page you were on before placing your book on the nightstand beside you. Once free, your hands immediately reached out for Wonwoo, one landing on his shoulder while the other ran through with hair. 

“You’re adorable, you know that?” 

Your words made Wonwoo groan, his face once again burying into your thigh. You giggled at his reaction, your hand moving from his hair to his neck, where you gently massaged the tense muscles there. “My adorable little baby.”

“I’m not adorable – or little,” he muttered, lifting his head up to glare up at you. Jeez, he looks like a baby. The urge to grandma-squeeze his cheeks ran through your mind. 

“No, you’re right…. you’re not little. You’re my adorable giant baby. How’s that?”

You noticed Wonwoo try to hold back his smile, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration to not give you the satisfaction of hearing him laugh at your joke. You snorted at the look on his face, patting his neck before leaning back against the headboard. You picked up your book again, but Wonwoo was quick to grab it out of your hands and put it back on the nightstand. Suddenly, you were dragged down to a lying position by your boyfriend before he moved to lay beside you. 

“Time for bed. You have work tomorrow,” he teased, reaching over you to shut the lamp light off. You scoffed, poking his rib cage and hearing him yelp. You cackled, but stopped when he moved to hover over you and his hands began to tickle your sides. You immediately began to beg for forgiveness, Wonwoo giving you a few more jabs before pulling away with a smile. A few moments passed, the pair of you just staring at one another. You had memorized every crevice of his face, every wrinkle around his eyes. He was beautiful. 

“I’m so in love with you,” you admitted quietly, reaching your hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but the city’s lights gleaming through the window highlighted the small blush growing on Wonwoo’s cheeks. You continued to praise him, slowly getting him to lay down on top of you so you could run your hands up and down his back. Your fingers traced his spine and your lips spilled more words of affirmation that you knew he’d appreciate. Eventually, you felt his heart rate slow and soft breaths escape his lips. His body was slightly slipping off of you, so you maneuvered carefully, moving him to lay beside you with his arm draped across your torso. You mumbled one final bit of praise before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he mumbled, arm pulling you closer. Soon, sleep began to take over, leaving you and Wonwoo to meet in your dreams.

summary ━ four different departments, four different love stories, all in one hospital; hospitalplaylist!au

pairing — seventeen x fem!reader

genre — fluff, angst, smau, more to be added in each part

warning(s) — medical terminology is not 100% accurate, cursing, more to be added in each part

author’s note — my sister got me to watch hospital playlist and i’m still suffering from post concert depression after be the sun so this happened LOL this will be the main masterlist and each story will have its own masterlist from there! i will be opening a tag list when i post so please lmk if you want one for one story only or all stories!

parts —

‘95 line; general surgery department

status: tbd | outline | writing | editing | complete

‘96 line; neurosurgery department

status: tbd | outline | writing | editing | complete

‘97 line; pediatrics department

status: tbd | outline | writing | editing | complete

maknae line; med school interns

status: tbd | outline | writing | editing | complete

wahshsh i saw your reblog, you wrote the sweetest letter omg >//< sending crunchy leaves and spicy apple cider your way <33

hehehe thank you <33 it really was a good fic :3

do you guys think this applies to yall 😭

shelter

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

prompt: im depressed bitch

word count: 1.6k~

warnings: depression. self neglect. some shitty depression talks thrown into a conversation. mentions of therapy. unproofread + lowercase intended. also everything from a little before the shower onward was written without glasses on so i can barely see my screen rn

daisy’s notes: i started this one back in late april. might as well finish it. ig wonwoo is one of my emotional support kpop men </3  /hj

“oh, jagi.”

there were little things that wonwoo grew used to in dating you. one of them came early into the relationship, an admission you made yourself once you felt like he wasn’t going to abandon you when you said it: you dealt with depression. even though you insisted that you could handle yourself, that it was genetics working against you because there was a history of it on both sides of your family, he pulled you into his arms long enough to give you a warm hug and to thank you for being honest with him. it didn’t change his opinion of you, and he said that outright: you were still his girlfriend that he cares for. but he became a little more aware, after that, of your moods. of when things started to change. he asked you about therapy, about medication, about what treatments you were going through: none, at the moment. you’d gone through plenty of things before, and nothing seemed to fully work. he left the discussion there on that day: he’d bring up therapy again, one day, but that was a future conversation to be had. pushing you would only make things work, and you seemed to be fine on your own for the time being.

and yet he noticed when it was getting bad as much as he could. he was busy, and he couldn’t always be around you, but he tried to check on you often. to ask if you’d eaten, to make sure you were taking care of yourself when your texts and calls became less frequent. he had made it a point to at least call you every night, even for a minute or two, just to hear your voice. if nothing else, he’d text you goodnight and promise to call in the morning.

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