About You And Seventeen

about you and seventeen

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fluffy socks

♫ pairing: university student! jeon wonwoo x gender neutral reader

♫ genre: fluff, domesticity, hints of romance, crack

♫ warnings: food mentions

♫ word count: 1.3k (;-; i did not expect this-)

♫ prompt: “i just waxed the floor, so grab your fluffy socks” from this prompt list !

♫ a/n: an unofficial part to the bias swap for @beomberries because i can't do gfx ksdjdskjs

♫ summary: just domesticity, chaos, and more chaos- and introvert! wonwoo

♫ taglist: @potato2earth @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa @kwonthefire @beomberries - send an ask if you’d like to be on the tag list !

“Evening, Wonwoo!” You greeted your lethargic neighbour cheerily as you turned the keys to get into your dorm room. He nodded curtly in response before heading in, wordlessly.

He wasn’t the friendliest of the bunch. But he also wasn’t the rudest. All of your first and second years of university, you had tried to approach your slightly cold neighbour, trying multiple tactics like baking him cookies, inviting him over for trivia nights, getting him coffee, but none of those tactics ever worked out for you. You honestly weren’t sure why you were putting in so much effort. There was just something about him (and your inherent need to be liked) that made you really want to talk to him and for him to consider you as at least a friend! Alas, that wasn’t happening anytime soon. He had iced you out for the two entire years you had been living next door to each other.

You sighed as you put your keys on the kitchen table, time for another full on afternoon of studying for the chem test.

“Hey, Y/N!” Your roommate, Sana, came out from her room, a big smile on her face.

“Judging from the smile on your face, I’m assuming you finally asked Mingyu out?” You quirked an eyebrow, as Sana gushed,

“Yes! I’m so excited, oh my god. It was really something out of the blue, I didn’t even expect it. I kinda just blurted it out and Y/NNNN you should’ve seen his blush! Anyway, I kinda need a favour…”

You headed to the cupboard to grab some ramen to prepare,

“Oh?”

“Do you think you could find somewhere else to stay tonight? I kinda invited him here for a movie marathon.” She asked, quickly.

“Oh. Um-“

“It’s totally fine if you can’t! I’ll just reschedule the date-“

“No! It’s completely fine, don’t worry about it. I’ll find somewhere.” You fixed a small smile on your face,

“When do you need me out by?”

“8pm. Again, I owe you big time, Y/N! Thank you so much.” Sana ran over to give you a big hug as you numbly returned it, thoughts racing.

Where am I going to stay?

Shortly before Mingyu had arrived, you had packed a small backpack of things - including your fluffy socks (a necessity), phone, fluffy jumper, and pepper spray, armed for a night of camping out at the library. It was kinda sad that you had no friends you could stay with but what could you do? You were an introvert most of the time… except when it came to Wonwoo.

As you exited outside, Mingyu rushed past you, a bouquet of flowers in hand as he gave you a quick smile, you heard the squeals of Sana after he entered, the door closing shut loudly.

You sighed, turning away and continuing your trek.

…

“No! Are you serious.” You gaped, incredulous, staring at the notice in front of you.

Of all the days the library could be closed for renovations, it had to be today. You sighed, leaning against the glass doors. Tiredness overcame you as you pulled your knees close to your chest,

“Are you really going to stay there all night?” You opened your eyes, your gaze meeting… Wonwoo’s? He- he speaks? Wow. His voice is not what I expected. Why is it so deep? It kind of reminds me of rich dark chocolate that’s been melted- what? What’s happening, Y/N. Say something! Stop staring like an idiot.

“I have fluffy socks.” You said dumbly, mentally face palming as the words left your mouth.

Wonwoo didn’t bat an eyelash,

“You do know it’s going to be -3 degrees overnight? You don’t even have a blanket.” Wonwoo said.

“Well! I don’t really have anywhere else to stay!” You said defensively.

He doesn’t speak and now I find out he’s a jerk? Sigh.

“Come on.” He held out his hand, as you looked at it skeptically not long before grabbing it.

You walked across campus in mostly silence. Not being able to take it any longer, you spoke up,

“How come you didn’t ask why I couldn’t stay at my own dorm or something?”

“Well it’s kind of a moot question, isn’t it? If you could stay there, you wouldn’t be camping out at the library. Besides, as for the specifics, that’s your business, not mine.” He responded, not looking back at you.

“So, where are we headed?” You asked.

“Well, if you want, you can stay at my place.” He said.

“Really?” You asked excitedly before clearing your throat,

“I mean! Really? That’d be cool. Uh, thanks. Hang on, how do I know you won’t murder me?”

“You don’t. But would you rather be in this cold or be murdered?” He asked, letting out a puff of cool air.

“Murdered.” You muttered.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, and you said you had fuzzy socks right? Well, I just waxed the floors this afternoon, so we can put them to good use.” He said sheepishly, grabbing his keys out as you approached his door.

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“You’ll see, I guess.”

After slipping for the fiftieth time, you held onto Wonwoo’s outstretched hand for dear life.

“How are you so bad at this?” He let out a deep, but melodic, chuckle, an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Excuse me, not all of us wax our floors every week so that we can go floor skating.” You pouted, as Wonwoo laughed again.

“Don’t pout. As cute as you look, it won’t score you any points in beating me.” Wonwoo started off again, leaving you behind.

You could feel the blush rushing to your face as soon as he made that comment, you stood in shock,

First, he was the introvert of introverts, then a jerk, and now a flirt? Make up your mind, Jeon Wonwoo.

Steeling yourself, you nodded, determined to beat Wonwoo. Somehow he had come up with this (kinda unnecessary) game just out of sheer boredom. You didn’t see the point in it, but it was fun and you were getting to know Wonwoo along the way (well… mainly the fact that he’s really good at floor skating-) which outweighed any practicality in your head.

As you attempted to skate forward, you stumbled, your hand whipping out front to steady you, only to knock a very ancient-looking vase forward. The both of you watched, it was like it was falling in slow motion, Wonwoo racing forward to grab it just before it hit the ground.

“Gotcha.” He set the vase back on the table.

“Woah, quick reflexes, hello??” You gaped at him, awestruck.

He rubbed his neck sheepishly,

“Uh, yeah. I game in my spare time.”

“Really? I thought you did floor skating in your spare time.” You teased.

“Hey! That’s only on Friday nights.” Wonwoo defended.

“Uh-huh. And why do you do it by yourself? Don’t tell me, you’re planning on getting into the Olympics with this.” You laughed.

“I just don’t have friends.” Wonwoo shrugged, cutting off your laughter.

“Wonwoo, I’m hurt. After the what- two hours we spent floor skating together you wouldn’t even consider me a friend?” You placed your hand to your heart in mock offense.

A light blush dusted his cheeks,

“Uh, I mean sure. If you want to-“

“Of course I want to, Wonwoo! That’s all I’ve wanted to be for the last two years we’ve been living next door. You’ve just been so unresponsive until now.” You said, exasperated.

“I’m sorry, I’m not very good with talking to people I really want to talk to. I never know what to say.” Wonwoo said awkwardly.

“It’s okay. Baby steps. And hey, Wonwoo since we’re practically besties now, I expect you to invite me over every Friday night so we can floor skate together again? I plan on qualifying with you in the Olympics.” You smiled at him, reassuringly.

He chuckled,

“Sounds like a plan.”

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in the spring | jeon wonwoo

ミ★ synopsis: in which you suffer from a car accident and have amnesia when you wake up. wonwoo is your current boyfriend, but you keep remembering your ex. [inspired by the numerous tiktoks i saw with this prompt]

ミ★ genre: angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: minor (?) character death

ミ★ word count: 7,663

ミ★ pairings: wonwoo x female reader (featuring ?? x female reader)

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! i wanna start off by saying that this is not realistically accurate ! i did some research on amnesia, but i’m not sure if this is still accurate at all. i also didn’t want to mention who the other member is, so it’ll be a bit of a surprise. i hope you guys enjoy this one, make sure to give wonwoo lots of love !

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