Woozi In Going Seventeen Ep. 69 [Don't Lie CLUE #2]

Woozi in Going Seventeen Ep. 69 [Don't Lie CLUE #2]

✎ — MY MELODY ; lee jihoon

synopsis. waking up in the middle of a thunderstorm alone is no one’s idea of perfect but your husband provides plenty of heartwarming moments. pairing. jihoon x afab! reader genre. fluff content. idol! au, parent! au, short, established relationship, soppy moments i cherish tons, reader (and child) have a fear of thunderstorms wc. 606 words, 3.4k characters

MILKY’S NOTES . . . sobbing, throwing up, rolling on the floor, you’ll hear from me again in about 5 working business days

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a deep rumbling smothered seoul as the night sky thundered once more, cracks of static lightning shooting down from oblivion. before you’d gone to bed with your husband at your side, you’d vehemently ignored the weather forecast that spoke of thunderstorms during the night. “are you sure you’ll be okay?” you remember your husband asking, his tone worrisome as his furrowed brows looked across the room in your direction, where you was changing into nightwear. you had laughed, waving him off with your hand as you climbed into your shared bed.

another crack and rumble shook the house momentarily and your eyes shot open, your whole body sitting up quick enough to give you whiplash as your adjusting eyes took in how the illuminated room faded back into routine darkness. blindly, your left hand dragged across the sheets towards jihoon’s side of the bed. the endeavour ended with your fingertips left empty, confusing you. the time on your phone said 1:14am, so where was your husband?

panicking as another rumble echoed above the house, you threw your legs over the side of the bed - not even slipping your feet into your slippers - and hurriedly left the bedroom to seek out your husband’s comfort. your shaking frame stumbled door to door, checking every one of them for signs of life. jihoon’s office? no. your art studio? no. the second floor hallway was lit up by another strike of lightning and your heart lept into your throat, your body instinctively stumbling into your daughter’s room to see if she was okay.

the figure of her body in bed was much larger than usual, as if two people were snuggled up under her disney princess sheets. you blinked the sleep from your eyes, hearing hana’s whimpers followed by the familiar, lulling sound of your husband’s voice, singing one of his songs softly.

“영원한 사랑이 있다면,” you recognised the song to be ‘to you’ which you’d stated multiple times was a favourite of yours, “그건 당신이겠죠.”

you let out a sigh of relief that you’d finally found your husband amongst all of your suffocating panic. the sheets moved and your eyes met with his. your daughter was curled up into his chest, her head barely making it to the crook of his neck. her small hands were gripping his shirt, bunching the material up in fists.

pink lips curved into a gentle smile at the scene, one of jihoon’s hands rubbing hana’s back rhythmically. faintly, you could make out jihoon smiling back at you in the darkness.

“i’ll come back to bed soon.” he murmured out into the cherished silence that had fell between not only the three of you but the entirety of seoul at that moment. your fingers at your sides fiddled with the material of the shirt you was wearing to bed - one of jihoon’s shirts - and you nodded, almost child-like as the state the thunderstorm put you in wore off.

“do i get a song sang to me too?” you joked playfully, eyes glittering as jihoon chuckled softly, his eyes squeezing shut at the gesture, “it’s only fair.”

“you don’t have to ask baby.” jihoon hummed, his hand stilling on hana’s sleeping body as he realised she’d fell asleep in the absence of his voice and the thunderstorm.

taking in the scene once more, your heart swelled. your husband had come to comfort hana in the absence of you being awake, the second most precious female in his life. as you stumbled tiredly back to your bedroom, the smile on your lips stayed ever present at what a wonderful father he’d become.

quiet love ✰ svt bsk

pairing — boo seungkwan x fem!reader

genre — one-shot, fluff, high school!au

summary — it’s been four years since seungkwan developed his crush. maybe one day his love wouldn’t be so hushed.

warning(s) — kissing, pining, supposed one-sided love, written in third person’s view (she/her)

word count — 2.0k words

author’s note — this fic is finally done and released 😭 I started this last september and I can’t believe I dragged it out into the next year. besides that, seungkwan is so <33 in this fic I’m BLUSHING at my own writing

Seungkwan was oblivious to the fact that she could feel his stare from the back of her head. She was seated right in front of him, a pen in her hand, neatly scribbling down notes. For years, he had been pining for her silently, thinking up ways to make her swoon over him during the two classes they have together (not that he doesn’t anywhere else): English and Mathematics, the two at the end of the “best to worst subject” line. He would often think that it was fate they were in the same classes for these specific subjects, because she was always the best in English while he was somewhere at the bottom, and he was an expert at Maths while she was constantly racking her brains when doing her homework.

And what became the most surprising thing to both their friends was how well they got along. They’re attached to the hip every moment of the day when they’re not in class, almost always teasing each other. Anyone who knew them, when given the chance to, would describe their relationship as “adorable”. Their interactions are beyond sweet and it was like their friends were watching a really well-filmed romance drama.

But that seemed to be the worst part for Seungkwan, because three months after befriending her, he fell. He fell hard. They’d met when they were thirteen and it has been around four years since. He was getting really good at hiding his feelings, but just as he was about to assure himself it would never slip from his mouth, he would be reminded of the times they spent together and throw himself back to square one. He gave up on himself after he realised his efforts were going to waste, deciding to slowly show his affection and love for her. Maybe she’d realise one day.

It started with the smiles that he would flash to her whenever she asked for his opinion on her outfit, hair, nails or whatever. Then he began getting more intimate with her — she never bothered flinching away or calling him out for the sudden hand-holding or him swinging his arm over her shoulder. He took that as a sign to go on. It escalated to light kisses on the forehead or temple or cheeks. She didn’t care one bit.

Seungkwan thought she didn’t actually like him despite her not swatting his arm away whenever he initiated the interaction, as she did with everyone else who wanted to hug or hold hands with her. But even though he had doubts about the reciprocated feelings, he still continued showcasing his adoration for her, until she decided to accept or reject his silent pleas. He would never stop unless he heard from her directly that she didn’t like it.

The bell started ringing as the teacher wrapped up the lesson, signalling the end of school. The clock at the front of the class read four o’clock, and since he wasn’t on class-cleaning duty that day, he packed his things and waited for her by her table. Unlike him, she was making sure her books were packed nicely into her bag and she had kept everything she needed for self-revision at home. Once she was finally done, he rolled his eyes, saying, “Are you done yet? Can we go now?”

She glared up at him from her seat and stood up, thrusting a textbook lightly into his arms. He caught it swiftly, chuckling under his breath as she walked away. He had no trouble catching up to her, an arm wrapping around her waist by habit.

They reached her locker in no less than a minute, and as she opened it up and took her textbook from his grasp, she said, “Are you going to tell me why you were staring daggers into my head during class? Or do I have to bribe you?” He pretended to ponder for a while, earning a flick to the forehead. He mumbled a little ow and trailed behind her as she left first again.

“I was zoning out,” he admitted, slinging his right arm around her shoulders, playing with the tip of her hair.

“I know you weren’t. Tell me the truth.”

He tried to hide his smile, but he knew that he was failing and she could see it through her peripheral vision. “I’ll tell you tonight, I promise.” He felt her lean into his touch slightly and whisper, “You better keep that promise.”

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Night fell in the blink of an eye and Seungkwan found himself waiting in her favourite park on a bench. He wasn’t planning on going anywhere at night, but because of the impromptu promise he made to her earlier in the afternoon, he had to drag himself out of his apartment. He wasn’t one to go back on his promises — especially ones he made to her.

Around five minutes had passed since their agreed meeting time and he was starting to worry about her. That was until she came speed-walking towards him with a stick of cotton candy in one hand. He stood up from his seat and slowly made his way towards her, closing the gap between them.

When they were within distance to be able to hear each other better, she said nonchalantly, “Someone was selling cotton candy on the way here. I couldn’t not get some.” Seungkwan wanted to scold her for making him worry, especially since it was nighttime, but he only forced himself to smile and take some cotton candy for himself.

“Hey,” she started, frowning playfully, “I didn’t say you could have it.” He looked at her with disbelief coating his face while she rolled her eyes and turned her body to start walking away. He caught up to her and swung his arm around her shoulders, like always, grabbing more cotton candy anyway.

They walked together in comfortable silence for a bit, before she spoke up in a soft voice, “Do you remember when we had to walk my cousin’s dog and ended up losing it even though it was huge?” She chuckled at the memory and Seungkwan swore she was going to lean her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I remember,” he responded fondly. “And we spent two hours searching for it just for your cousin to call us to say it already went back home.” He laughed quietly, remembering the exhausted state the two of them were in, as well as the absolute shock on her face upon discovering that her efforts were left in vain.

Seungkwan was left dumbfounded when she actually put her entire head’s (not really, maybe about 80%) weight on his shoulder — even more so when she subconsciously offered him some of her cotton candy by moving the hand holding it in front of him. He hesitantly plucked some and fed himself.

The two of them continued walking in this comfortable (?) position, with her initiating more physical contact than he would have expected. It wasn’t that he disliked it — if anything, he loved it! — but this wasn’t her usual self. Ah, there he goes again. Worrying about the littlest details ever known to mankind.

“Oh, right.” She jolted out of his embrace and stopped walking, turning her entire body so that she was facing him. “You haven’t told me the real reason why you were staring at me during class.” The smile on her face was so sweet, Seungkwan almost admitted his feelings to her right then and there.

But it wasn’t the right time. He wanted everything to be perfect before he confessed his undying love to her — the setting couldn’t be in a park, for God’s sake. And she couldn’t be holding half-eaten cotton candy on a stick, while he stood before her in an oversized sweater and jeans. She always seemed to be the more properly-dressed one.

Seungkwan looked nervous as he gazed at her, palms starting to get clammy. He couldn’t think straight as he silently admired the beauty right in front of him.

“You’re not usually like this,” she said, and his mouth went dry. He hadn’t planned a confession yet, and he was worried that he would say something embarrassing and have her reject him on the spot. She noticed him gulp and reached for his hand, caressing it slowly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

But not this, he thought to himself, relishing in the sensation of her hand on his. Why was it so hard just to say “I love you”? He’d thought about it so many times, but when he actually had to say it, the words simply did not want to come out.

It’s not the right place. It’s not the right time. It’s not the right—

Seungkwan, against his better judgement, suddenly pulled her against him, hugging her close as he took in the smell of her shampoo. Her eyes widened in shock as she processed what was going on, her hand holding the cotton candy stick awkwardly sticking out behind his back, but relaxed soon after and leaned against him a little. This hug could have been like any other hug they had, but this one felt different. The feeling it gave the both of them was different.

What was this feeling? Why was it so strong? And why did it feel so right?

“I love you,” he mumbled (at last) into her hair, closing his eyes to gather more courage to continue, “so much. Ever since we were thirteen and immature, pranking our friends every moment we got to. You were so brave whenever we had to get an injection, while I was always afraid of the needle and the pain. You could help me with almost every subject but I could only help you with Maths. You knew the right words to say whenever I couldn’t take it anymore, but all I gave you was a hug and sweet nothings. I don’t deserve you, but I want you so much.”

The silence that followed was comfortable, yet scary. The longer it lasted, the more afraid Seungkwan got. Was she not responding because she felt bad rejecting him, or she just didn’t know what to say to accept his confession, or she was too shocked to even react?

“Friends don’t casually kiss each other on the forehead, as far as I know.”

A weight he didn’t know had been there was lifted off his chest at her response. He felt her head move slightly, no doubt to allow her to continue easily, “We haven’t been just friends for quite some time. I don’t know if you knew, but that fine line has been pretty blurry for the past few months.”

She pushed him off lightly, gazing up into his chocolate-coloured irises. They were shining as bright as the night sky and were filled with utmost joy at the revelation. She could really kiss him right now.

Seungkwan grabbed her free hand, his hand easily swallowing hers whole. “I didn’t plan for this to happen in a park, of all places, but now that we’re here …” he trailed off, pulling her closer and locking his lips onto hers.

He felt as though he’d reached heaven early, from the way her lips fit onto his so perfectly — like two puzzle pieces coming together. She moved at the same pace as he did: slow yet passionate, pouring all her feelings into the kiss. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, where it attempted to bring him impossibly closer.

A minute’s long kiss would have been longer, if it weren’t for the fact that they were breathless and in a public area. Seungkwan leaned his forehead against hers and they laughed softly. He couldn’t believe he’d just kissed his crush and best friend of four years.

“I love you, Seungkwan,” she confessed, pecking the corner of his mouth, where a smile began to form at her honey-like tone. “I have been for some time. I don’t know how you didn’t notice.”

He was too busy pining for her silently.

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pairing | ot13 x fem!reader genre | slight angst, fluff warnings | nightmares!, mentions of arguments, most of this is in relation to nightmares min | lowercase intended. i don't think i have enough unique scenarios for all thirteen of them :( so i grouped them up i hope that's alright. these are also a bit short.

the ones who instantly get up to search for you seungcheol, joshua, jun, mingyu

he tossed and turned and finally he woke up. usually he couldn't remember his dreams, but this one was different. there was something with this dream. it felt too scary, too real for him to shake off.

one second you were there, and the next some sort of darkness was wrapping you up and taking you away from him. then he was all alone. and something about this dream, no, nightmare, overrode every single rational thought in his mind.

when he woke up he reached over to your side of the bed. he was met with cold empty sheets. he shot up and looked at where his hand rested. you weren't there.

his mind was going into overdrive. was his nightmare becoming a reality? or was it even a nightmare at all? he scrambled out of bed and quickly made his way through the slightly ajar door.

your small apartment was dark and quiet, and you were nowhere to be seen. now his rational brain was out the window. "___!" he called out. nothing. he walked toward the kitchen and tried again. "___!"

"babe?" he heard it. he wasn't going crazy. he heard your voice. his head whipped around and he saw the door to your little balcony was open. he made his way over and nudged the door open.

you looked up from your mug of what looked like tea. "is everything okay?" you asked curiously. you looked at your boyfriend's tousled hair, and slightly panicked face. "oh, baby, did you have a nightmare?" you frowned at your distressed boyfriend. he averted his eyes but he nodded. you opened your arms for him to come and rest for a bit.

"you- i thought- i thought you- wow i sound pathetic" he stuttered. you just shushed him and ran your fingers through his soft hair. "no matter, i'm here," you hummed as he relaxed into your grasp. this was all he needed to be lulled back to sleep in your arms.

the ones who cry seokmin, seungkwan, chan

it was all too scary. his worst fear was coming true right in front of his eyes. he did something horribly wrong and you were gone.

he tossed and he turned and he finally shot up. he felt the sweat on his brow and on his back. he looked around the dark room and reached an arm out to the side of your bed.

you weren't there. where were you? was his dream real?

before he could calm himself down he felt the tears gather in his eyes. now he was convinced he had really ruined it. his worst fear was coming true.

he couldn't contain the choked gasps of air when he cried. where could've you gone? he knew he upset you in his dream, but not enough to make you leave without even saying goodbye.

with his head bowed, and his hands clutching at his face and body, he didn't notice that the door to your shared bedroom opened or the rushed footsteps to the side of the bed.

"babe? what's wrong?" you rushed over to his side.

"you're here!" he sobbed, relief flooding his body. he couldn't bring himself to look at you yet.

"yes! i'm here, why wouldn't i be here?" you smiled at him trying to wipe away his tears. "i- i did something bad, and you got angry and you- you were gone," he hiccupped.

"oh, baby," you soothed, pulling him to your body. his sniffles died down. he gripped your hands and looked around the dark room.

he listened closely to your heartbeat and he calmed down. "wow, i must look pathetic," he grumbled, burying himself closer to you. you just hummed. "no you don't. it's okay to be scared sometimes," you comforted quietly.

he sighed. "it's only okay if i know you'll be there."

the ones who overthink it jeonghan, soonyoung, wonwoo

he never took himself to be a superstitious person. a black cat walks by, oh well. a broken mirror, c'est la vie. so why was this argument bothering him so much? it was really stupid, and you didn't seem too upset after the two of you resolved the issue. you even began the night in his arms. but deep down, he knew he never should've said those words to you.

it started like any other dream he had, but soon the events began to blend together. then, he was hit with a wave of deja vu.

he had been here before. you standing in front of the couch and him only standing a few paces away. you were saying something, you looked upset.

he had definitely been here before.

as soon as he opened his mouth the room dimmed and before he could say anything you evaporated. the room was left cold and stale and he didn't know what to do.

he shot up like a bullet. the room was cold and stale. did he even wake up? more importantly, where were you?

he squinted in the dark, but he couldn't find any signs of you pulling something on him. he had said some regrettable things during that argument. that stupid argument. in retrospect, he could barely even remember what the argument was about, but he knew you were probably right. why couldn't just keep his mouth shut when he knew it might upset you? why didn't he just sit down and listen to you? why didn't he tell you he was sorry? why didn't he tell you 'i love you' before bed? why didn't-

the door clicked open. he didn't really notice. too deep in thought to care.

"hello? babe?" you called quietly, noticing how out of it he was. you placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "___? you're still here?" he asked, looking slightly dazed.

"yeah, why wouldn't i be here? i just had to get something to drink and my mom called about something," you explained.

"oh, well, that's a relief. come here," he muttered pulling you back to bed. you obliged easily. you could never stay mad at him for long.

"don't get too in your head."

"i won't."

"okay, good. goodnight."

"goodnight, ___." he paused. "i love you."

"i love you too," you responded, cuddling closer to him.

the ones who wait patiently for you to come back jihoon, minghao, vernon

well, that was weird.

given that he didn't usually dream, it was even stranger that he had a nightmare. he'll hand it to his imagination, it was really scary. he guessed that's why he was up.

when he woke up, he noticed that your side of the bed was cold. you must've been gone for a while. he pushed himself up against the headboard and looked at the ceiling. you had to come back to bed at some point.

of course, he was curious about where you might have gone. he knew you were on-call this weekend so maybe you had to run in to work without explanation. maybe you were just in the bathroom down the hall, or getting a drink. maybe you had a nightmare and you off somewhere letting the initial fear wear off.

maybe a few minutes had passed since he woke up, but he heard slight padding of footsteps outside the door.

he hoped it was you and not some intruder. maybe he was still in his dream.

when the door creaked open, you stood there with a glass of water in hand. "hey," you greeted. "what are you doing up?"

"nothing, just woke up," he said, there was no need for you to know about his silly little bad dream. you scuffed over to your side of the bed and placed the water on the nightstand.

when you slid under the covers he hummed quietly. "you know, i was wondering where you went," he said as he pulled you close to him.

"really?" you sighed.

"yeah."

"you weren't worried that i might've run away," you teased.

"no, because i know you. you wouldn't do that to me, not without explanation," he sighed and nuzzled into your neck. sleep came easily to him after that.

min | not proofread at the moment. i would love to hear some feedback! thanks for reading :)

Paging Dr. Choi (csc x reader)

Part Two - Oh Shit, Oh Fuck

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notes: alrighty then.

thank you for being so patient! i hope you enjoy :)

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[ 11:27 PM ]

pairing ⇝ jeon wonwoo x reader.

tags ⇝ angst, smut, exes that still fuck

warnings ⇝ language, graphic sexual content, gn!reader but female body parts, ambiguous ending(?), emotional pain. lmk if i missed anything

word count ⇝ close to 1.4k words

minors do not interact.

smut tags under cut.

smut tags ⇝ marking, slow to rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, dirty talk. pls lmk if i missed anything

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” murmured Jeon Wonwoo as he greatly contrasted his uttered words when he sinks teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, adding another splotch of red to the array he’s left all over your chest.

You mirrored his sentiment, but did not speak it aloud. Instead, you let your body betray you as well, bucking your lower frame against his with your fingers threading through his dark curls, pulling him impossibly closer than he already was.

Wonwoo groaned, his warm breath caressing your skin, and his hands gripped your waist to pin you back down onto the mattress for his hips to dig deeply into yours. You feel him growing heavily against your clothed, throbbing core, and you let out a whimper both at the relieving pressure of it and at how it’s immediately not enough.

“Shit, you’re driving me crazy,” he grunted, tearing his mouth away from your neck to stare you down, lust a glimmering onyx in his eyes. “This is the last time I’ll ask you. Are you sure you want this?”

No, you wanted to say. No, because I’ll miss you again when it’s over. The pain that came after it all was excruciating. It blooms in your chest, slowly searing through your veins until you’re consumed whole and forced to feel nothing else. You’ll be haunted again once he walks out your door, seeing wisps of his smile when you shut your eyes and hearing the echoes of his laughter when the room goes still. No, you did not want it, but this was the closest you’ll get to having what you both once had. You wanted that again. You wanted more than this.

But again, you did not speak it aloud. You reached for his face and pulled him in for a kiss and let it all fade—the worry, the fear, and the pain. You focused on the feeling of his mouth, how you once believed it was a perfect fit on yours and how it still was. There was a moment of hesitation from Wonwoo before he’s easing up on you, having your lips meld in tandem with each other in a steady rhythm. 

Then you’re removing clothing off of each other’s heated bodies, leaving them strewn all over your bedroom floor without so much of a care. You’re still kissing him when he aligns himself at your weeping slit, then you’re parting your lips with a broken moan when he slips inside. He moves quickly to press kisses against your face, thumb swiping at a stray tear trickling down your cheek, as sweet praises fall from him.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispered over your ear before placing his lips against your forehead. “Relax for me a bit more, okay? You’re doing so well.”

You’re sobbing into his shoulder, sounding like an absolute mess of babbles, but you could not help it when you finally felt so complete. The hollow ache carved deep inside you was repleted to the brim, healing everything marred by the pain of your yearning. You let yourself savor it all, trying to commit every feeling to memory, because at the end of it all, you knew it was all temporary. No matter how many times you fall into bed with Jeon Wonwoo, the pleasure was fragile and fleeting, and you’d always be left alone more wounded than you were at the beginning.

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo asked softly, cradling your cheek with his palm, concern scrawled over his face.

You nod, trying for a smile with quivering lips as you lean into the warmth of his hand. “I am,” you said, voice cracking. “I’m okay. You can move now.”

He gave you an apprehensive look, unbelieving. But you quickly flatten your soles out on the bed as leverage as you begin to slowly fuck yourself up on him, to distract him from seeing past your crumbling self.

“Fuck,” Wonwoo exhaled out shakily, sparing a moment just to watch yourself use him so desperately, completely at awe and completely turned on by it all. After a few very messy strokes you make, he takes the reins, grabbing your thighs to spread them widely apart before pounding hard into you. His ruthless pace trembles your bones and you could do nothing but let him abuse your cunt as you whine high in pitch and volume. 

“Still so tight,” Wonwoo groaned, face pressed against your throat as he began to mouth at it, sucking and licking at your pulse points. “You haven’t let anyone else fuck your cunt, haven’t you?”

Your confirmation came out as an airy mewl, your arms thrown over his torso and nails digging into the muscled expanse of his back, drawing red angry lines all over.

The next thing he says catches you off guard, completely throwing you in a loop of great disarray and bliss. “This pussy is still mine, yeah?” Wonwoo had growled, emphasizing with a hand brought to press down hard on your clit. “All mine?”

You’re gasping, arcing into him with pleasure singing throughout your body. “Yes!” you sob out again. “It’s yours. All yours, Wonwoo. I’m all yours.”

When that last sentence left your lips, you’re immediately alarmed with a sharp intake of breath, your gaze frantic as you search Wonwoo’s face. But Wonwoo wore a smile, eyes glinting. Before you could really take in what that had meant, his fingers worked deft circles on your clit and his hips angle just right to brush against the golden nerves settled deep in you. 

It was messy. Moisture daubed the dips and curves of your bodies as you continued to seek after your own highs. Wonwoo’s movements had become increasingly heedless by the second, almost animalistic. The repeated, pointed thrusts against the nerves inside you had you sobbing into Wonwoo’s neck once again. The clenching, warm walls around Wonwoo had him heaving, his chest staggering. 

Then, your eyes meet. Reflecting flames of want flared.

Wonwoo pressed against you hard, fitting snugly inside as he painted your inner walls with thick, hot cum. The moan that left Wonwoo was both lecherous and heavenly at the same time, his large frame completely maddened by violent tremors of his orgasm.

You were just as gone, your eyes rolled up all the way to your skull. When you feel his warm release, your lust and greed are quick to possess you. Your hips lift again and ride out the waves of Wonwoo’s orgasm, milking out every single drop of cum out of his system. Wonwoo, though completely overtaken by his bliss, meets your pace albeit very sloppily but determined. It only takes a couple of more strokes until a vicious shudder ricochets throughout your body. Your mouth goes slack with one last cry of Wonwoo’s name, your cunt pulsing violently around the still-spurting length as your own arousal gushes out, making a mess between your heaving bodies. 

It’s silent for a while, only the sound of your breathing and his breaking through the air. Your bodies, slicked of sweat and mixed arousals, were heavy with exhaustion, barely moving as you both splay out on the mattress beside each other. You looked at each other and an air of uncertainty floated around you, just like it had many times before.

You were about to break the gaze away first, to head first into your bathroom to clean yourself up and save yourself from the sight of Wonwoo leaving. But for the second time that night, Wonwoo catches you off guard and reaches a hand out to hold onto your wrist.

“Stay,” he said. A word you wish you had said since the day you both decided to end your relationship. An action you wished he had done.

“Wonwoo,” you start off shakily.

“Just for while,” he insisted, eyes pleading. “Please?”

You chew on your bottom lip, hesitating. But your heart gave out in the end, and you lay right back down, inside the comforting cage of Wonwoo’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo breathed, pressing his lips against your temple. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you whispered back and nestled closer into his warmth, concealing your teary gaze away.

There, you lay together enveloped in silence, matching the rise and falls of each other’s chest, and settle in the flickering embers of the love you had for one another.

note: woof. i know this was random, but i feel like i had to get the angst out of me to move on to other writings. this is completely self-indulgent and written in one go. so once again, this is not proofread. i hope you enjoyed reading nonetheless :)