Woozi In Going Seventeen Ep. 66 [Surprise Don't Lie #1)

Woozi in Going Seventeen Ep. 66 [Surprise Don't Lie #1)

childish joy

a/n. this is purely for my “grew up too fast” still healing inner child :”) enjoy.

summary. wonwoo takes a notice of your little habit of watching them play games

he noticed it a while ago.

whenever they were playing or just goofing around, you liked to watch them. you had that amused smile on your lips but there was a glint of nostalgia in your eyes.

wonwoo thought it was simply because it reminded you of your childhood. well, he wasn’t completely wrong.

it was a day like that. while having a break from filming another gose episode that you accompanied them, they were just playing football. screams and yells of excitement when someone scored a goal – or of anger when the ball flew out of the eyesight... just like now.

the hall landed next to your legs. wonwoo said something to them and jogged over to you, sitting on the ground. you rose your head up once he was standing in front of you, smiling softly.

“hi there” you mumbled. wonwoo frowned and kicked the ball back before plopping down on the ground next to you.

dino yelled something and swung his fist but jeonghan scolded him.

“hm? they need you” you mirrored his frown, pointing with your chin at the field.

“they’ll be fine” wonwoo hummed, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together.

you let out a scoff when jun kicked the ball too dramatically, causing it to fly just above the goal.

he was looking at you softly, thumb caressing your hand. then he shifted his gaze to his friends, giggling and yelling like little kids.

“y’know, i never…” you start but soon enough your voice trails off. he doesn’t rush you. you gather your thoughts, giving his hand a gentle squeeze “i don’t think i ever… played football for fun”

wonwoo looks at you, with a heavy heart, noticing that slowly your smile drops.

“as a kid i never played games. i was too shy to play with other kids” you mumble “i didn’t feel the need to and just… didn’t want to interrupt them. now i regret it because– i don’t know…”

you sigh, lips tightening into a line before you speak up after a while.

“it’s dumb… i envy you. i envy you that you can still be childish. i wasn’t as a kid, i’m not now. i… nonu, i never climbed a tree. i didn’t have my knees scraped all the time” you look at him, quickly giving up and looking down. wonwoo shifts and tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear tenderly “i feel like i wasted my childhood, y’know?”

“that doesn’t mean you’re worse… or different” he hums.

“i know. i preferred to draw or just… play on my own. i missed out on playing with other kids. that’s why i like watching you guys although… as i said, it’s making me kinda jealous” you scoffed.

wonwoo stood up suddenly, one hand still holding yours and the other reaching out.

“why just watch? y/n, join us. whenever you want” he gave you a warm smile “you’re always welcome”

you hesitantly grab his free hand and wonwoo helps you stand up, brushing off the dust from your pants.

“and i know we’re not 8 anymore but… trust me, you’ll feel like a kid again” he grinned and you couldn’t help the grin that creeped up on your face.

“i can’t play football though–” you giggled and wonwoo just gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“no one can, if you haven’t noticed” he grinned before dragging you to the field, your eyes sparkling with childish joy.

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omg hiii idk if you'll remember me but I sent that one junhui req of him anonymously sending little gifts!!

anyway back with more jun, aka jun drunk confession bc A. they hits a soft spot in me and B. I feel like he deserves one or deserves to give one (your choice😌)

pairing: wjh x reader (gn)

tags: alcohol, drunk character, food | f2l, angst

wc: 800

a/n: omg hi anon!! of course, I remember you!! I know it's been MONTHS since you sent this ask so tysm for waiting this long (but it's oki if you forgot about this 😭). I hope life is treating you well and everything is going well for you.

He arrives home at around ten, happily singing “I’m home,” knowing that you’re the type of person to worry about him if he tells you he will be out late. And he hates seeing you sit in bed, eyebrows furrowed, and never able to sleep unless you know that your best friend is okay. So he hopes his little greeting can soothe your restless soul before you finally fall asleep.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, but not without stumbling around a lot, he hugs his plastic bag of convenience store snacks close to his chest. Because even drunk Jun, giggly and head-empty drunk Jun, would still go out of his way to go to the convenience store near his job to grab some items as you are the only person on his mind. And he drops the bag on the kitchen counter, flinching when he hears the crash and clang of the two aluminum cider cans against the granite countertop.

But home is dark, and the crashing sound of the bag against the counter echoes in the space it occupies. Maybe there is the echo of the leaky bathroom sink faucet you keep hounding him to get fixed or the occasional murmur from the television of the old couple next door, but tonight, Wen Junhui hears nothing. And it’s only when he finishes taking the contents out of his plastic bag that he realizes that he forgot to turn the lights on.

So he quietly giggles to himself, laughing at his silly little mistake. Because he is home, he can navigate the entire layout without opening one eye. He knows how the side table next to the couch angles outwards and how you align your house slippers neatly next to the shoe rack when you leave home while his slippers are always strewn across the entrance after he somehow always leaves for work a few minutes behind his schedule. He knows the way in which each room smells and how the kitchen smells after your failed attempt at flipping pancakes – how the hair straightener smells when you stand behind him while trying to style his hair.

Stumbling his way to the bathroom, he sighs in relief when he gets to lean against the bathroom sink counter while he washes his hands. Scrubbing the soap between each finger, being sure to clean underneath his fingernails, he makes a mental note to call the plumber tomorrow.

His phone vibrates when he receives a notification. It is a text from a drinking buddy asking if he is okay. Of course, that is what he tells himself. Junhui thinks that there is no better day to go home early to confess his love for his best friend than today. Everything feels right, and it is not just the liquid courage talking.

Besides, you never have to stop confessing your love for somebody even when you’re in a romantic relationship with them. That’s what you always told your boyfriend after giving him a soft kiss on the top of his head while he laid his head against your chest.

Oh, how he loves laying in your welcoming arms.

Another notification sound emitted breaks him away from his transient daydream. The buddy tells his drunk friend not to do anything dumb like visiting another person’s house at night.

The text leaves Jun dumbfounded as to why he would even go to another person’s house when he could just go home to you.

So he stumbles to his bedroom, forgetting his phone on the tiled counter. He squats on the floor beside your sleeping figure, mumbling about how much he loves you while he swats his hand around the dark to reach for the small table lamp the two of you chose at a flea market during one of your first few dates. It’s technically yours; you’re the one who chose and bought the lamp. But his hand never touches something tangible until it comes down hard against the nightstand where the table lamp is supposed to be.

And it stings. The way his tender flesh prickles with pain only sobers him.

And he crumples to the floor after losing balance on his legs, after losing the balancing person in his life.

You broke up with him last month. Your lamp is gone. But he still repeats his same routine every night, making space for you in his life even without your presence, just like clockwork. And it feels empty and lonely sitting in the dark, leaning against the side where his past lover used to lay. And he wishes his love confessions will find a soft place to land, one as soft as your cheek against his lips.

Maybe one day he will learn a new rhythm in which he can love himself unconditionally. Tonight, however, he unfortunately still loves you.

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author’s note — we love friends who make everything so much more difficult than it actually needs to be <33 but that’s the fun of svt hospital i guess LOL anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this part! please don’t forget to like, reblog, and let me know your thoughts!!

hi!! congratulations on 100 followers!! you deserve it! and i have no doubt you'll rake in more attention in absolutely no time :)

also i hope you don't think i'm annoying haha but since you're doing requests; would you be down to write fluffy dk? anything would be great, i love your writing! :)

good luck on your exams!! you'll do great!!

Thank youuuuu! Thank you so much~ And of course not you I did say you could request. on the side note, fluffy dk has been on my mind for the past few days so i actually giggled when i saw your request. Thank you for requesting I hope you like it!

PAIRING || Seokmin x Female Reader

GENRES ||  Fluff

WARNINGS || Mentions of alcohol ft. drunk y/n

WORD COUNT || 0.3k

[23:55]

it was pretty late by the time all of them had stepped out of the restaurant. luckily none of them had really drunk much so everyone was still in their senses, waiting for their taxis.

“what about you, seokmin? how are you going home?” seungcheol asked, making sure everyone had a ride back.

“me?” seokmin asked, checking his phone once more. you had said you would meet up with him at 8, but it was already 8:30 and it got him wondering if you had forgotten or were caught up. you too were out with your friends but there was no text message from you about you being late and that worried him slightly. “y/n told she would pick me up but i think she’s running late-”

“oh i think she has her reasons.” minghao replied, pointing down the street with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

seokmin looked at where his fingers were pointing and felt his heart stop for a second.

there you were walking, or rather stumbling, up the street, a rather huge smile plastered on your face as you waved your hand wildly, showing him the bouquet you had. you were obviously very drunk and it was taking all of seokmin’s strength not to coo at how cute you were or double up with laughter like the rest of his members.

“seokminnie!” you said, practically throwing your hands around his neck as he pulled you into a tight hug to keep you steady. “i’m here!”

“if you were so drunk you should have just gone home directly, baby.” seokmin said, a soft smile on his face as he looked at your dazed one with adoration. 

“oh no! i promised you i would be here.” flashing him another smile you turned to the others, who were almost on the verge of tears. “hi everyone! i’m seokmin’s ride today so thank you for waiting for him!”

“i think you need a ride more than him.” jeonghan added, smiling at you nonetheless. 

you turned your attention back to seokmin, giving him a quick kiss and thrusting the flowers into his hand. “this is for the best boyfriend ever!”

this seokmin laughed, giving you a kiss too. “i think you deserve it more than me after tonight, baby.”

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