Seungkwan Wearing Earrings Is Something That Can Be So Personal

seungkwan wearing earrings is something that can be so personal

radio star: a svt social media au

summary:  when yn accepts a job at her campus’ radio station her first year in uni, she didn’t expect she’d be anonymously singing stressed out university students to sleep. now, a year and a half in, she didn’t expect that there’d be people trying to figure out her identity either.

genre: college au, slice of life, humor, fluff, angst

pairing: ??? x f!reader

started: 020121

ended: 080321

updates: MWF (hopefully)

profiles one: pledis radio programs + hosts two: philosophy pals

parts one: is this fight club? two: joshua simp wbk  three: it’s just a twt account it can’t hurt me four: hannie care me five: flirting with the boss six: haha lit seven: goodbye dream team eight: two pretty best friends nine: gotta #stayhumble ten: heart went oops eleven: huh twelve: hong it’s on sight thirteen: just a theory fourteen: yn notice us challenge fifteen: u tried buddy sixteen: jeonghan live tweet event seventeen: ok gossip girl eighteen: kiss kiss fall in love szn nineteen: glitch in the simulation twenty: help !! twenty-one: shift in the universe twenty-two: escalator twenty-three: clogging up the tl twenty-four: wtf twenty-five: run away twenty-six: besties twenty-seven: emergency twenty-eight: yn protection squad twenty-nine: run away round two thirty: talk thirty-one: clearing the air thirty-two: caught thirty-three: thinking thirty-four: who do you love

bonus/extras ↳ little bonus updates i felt like writing to help add (?) to the story

—  whoismoonriver rates the pledis radio staff

—  jihoon doesn’t want to take a chance

—  wonwoo is at a loss for words

note; aaah my very first social media au !! after months of just reading sm aus I finally gathered up the courage to make a new blog and write the idea I’ve been mulling over for a while now !! please lmk if any of the links aren’t working and tysm for reading 💗 if you want to be on the taglist, just ask/message <33

Make It Make Sense [Part 3]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, wonwoo x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: explicit smut (minors DNI!!), unprotected sex (soonyoung forgot the goods . . .), consensual intercourse (honestly soonyoung is so sexc for this), car sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), cunninglus, squirting, creampie, riding, use of profanity, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, SO MUCH jealousy, oc teases soonyoung about being a fuckboi, soonyoung cries, wonwoo is emotionally constipated, unedited - everyone ask surprise

wc: ~5k

taglist: @onlymingyus @listxn @deekayownsme @greasywall @pandorashbox @felix-3002 @haobrainrot @misssugarlips @pooofthechicken @mysweetdokyungsoo @horangh03 @skittlez-area512 @haogyuslut @starlight-night0 @omghwa @defprettysoul

pls lmk through an ask if you wanted to be part of the taglist! if you asked previously and i forgot to add you, i apologize 😭 the request was everywhere, but i did my best to find everyone!

a/n: y'all haven't seen the last of jeon wonwoo! blaming @sleeplessdawn😤😈

p.s. the smut ain't that great this time around because i had a hit of reality and got shy . . . not to mention their arguments are kind of stupid lol, so yeah . . . sorry - read at your own risk aka cringe!!!

as always, thank you for reading! i would love to hear your thoughts whether it be trhough rbs/asks/comments 🥰

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The car door slammed loudly behind him. On the palm of your hands, you crawled back towards the opposite door to make room for Soonyoung in the backseat of his SUV. Hastily, he discarded his jean jacket in the front driver’s seat. His breathing was uneven from the speedwalk from the amusement park to the far end of the parking lot. If it were up to Soonyoung, he would’ve taken you in the bathroom, but he had the decency to consider that it was a family-friendly attraction – it was not sexy to be caught balls deep in the girl of dreams while traumatizing a six-year-old boy. It was moments like this he was grateful, he spent an arm and Jihoon’s leg on this SUV. 

Soonyoung’s touch was titillating. He wrapped his hands around your ankles, slowly sliding them up your shins, coming to a rest on your thigh just at the hem of your leather skirt. Running his tongue over his lips, he looked up at you curiously, silently waiting for you to give him the ‘okay’ to go further. You hated this version of Soonyoung: his sharp eyes suddenly turned innocent, his teasing smile that he traded for a soft one that made his cheeks look like dough, his eagerness and stubbornness to take things head on, gone because he wanted to be patient for you. Though seeming vulnerable, this version of Soonyoung had the power to mitigate all thoughts of Wonwoo; instead, it was as if this whole time Soonyoung who had been your whole world. It made your stomach churn, bile threatening to come up your esophagus. 

But was it out of guilt?

Or denial?

With a shaky sigh, your eyes fluttered shut, giving him a slow nod to move forward. Heat pooled at your core as you felt his fingers brush against your skin underneath hidden by your skirt. You clenched at nothing at the touch of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Through the fabric of your underwear, he let his finger dance across the outline of your slit. Your thighs threatened to collapse at his touch, but Soonyoung was quick to push them wide again. One finger became two and two became three – it wasn’t long before his whole hand was rubbing at your clothed core. You jutted your hips into his touch, grinding along with his movements. 

Soonyoung watched your face contort in pleasure. Your lips falling agape, veins popping along your neck as you tried to fight a whine threatening to escape. Your underwear began feeling damp, your slick starting to soak through the cotton. He pressed harder into your core, eliciting garbled sound from you as you tried to stop a moan. 

“It’s okay, baby,” Soonyoung soothed you, “Let it out – it’s just you and me here.”

However, rather than listening to him, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in an effort to seal your lips. 

Soonyoung chuckled – you were never really one to listen anyways. 

“Here,” Soonyoung leaned down, hovering over your face. His eyes scanned your face from the thick of your eyebrows to the plush of your lips, “Let me help you.”

He pushed aside your underwear, rubbing his thumb over your bare clit when suddenly he plunged a finger into you. You immediately released your bottom lip from your teeth, whining from the sensation of his finger circling against your warm walls. Soonyoung took the opportunity to mold his lips against yours. His tongue swiped over your plush lips, a hint of cotton candy the cotton candy you shared with Wonwoo earlier, filling his taste buds. Pressing a hand on his chest, you granted him access, slipping your own inside his mouth, adjusting your head to better fit your lips together. 

Kissing Soonyoung felt like the thrill of riding a roller coaster. The suck of your bottom lip sent butterflies fluttering in your abdomen. The swipe of his tongue along the inside of your cheek was euphoric. Even when he pulled away for a millisecond for air, there was exhilaration in wondering where his lips would land next. 

You were on cloud nine, but you were greedy for more. Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself wrapping your hands around the nape of his neck, tugging Soonyoung down closer to you. You moved your hips forward, allowing his finger to penetrate even deeper inside of you. He pushed an additional finger inside of you, figuring you could handle the stretch being so eager. You entangled your fingers at the sensation, tugging at his jet black locks, now Soonyoung’s to let out a grunt at your rough touch. 

“Want you inside me,” you whispered in between pecks. 

“Later,” Soonyoung immediately replied, his two digits moving languidly in and out of you,“Wanna,” he paused to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips, “eat you out.”

Immediately, Soonyoung felt your core squeeze, flooding his fingers with your juice. Sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers was heavenly. It sent blood rushing to his dick as it began twitching in his jeans. He felt the precum already squirting from his tip, dampening a patch on his boxers. 

As quickly as he put in his second finger, Soonyoung slipped his fingers out. You whined at the emptiness, resting your head against the windowsill behind you, fog hiding yours and Soonyoung’s dirty deed from public view. Giving you one last kiss, he sucked harshly on your bottom lip. A peck on your neck, a peck on your collarbone, a peck on your sternum, then your bare abdomen, then the insides of your thighs, he made his way down to your core. 

Flipping up your skirt, Soonyoung pushed aside your cotton panties that were sopping with your juices. Hungrily, his tongue swiped once up your slit, his lips then molding onto your sensitive bud, sucking and nipping. Replacing his mouth with his thumb, he pressed up into your clit, moving in the shape of a figure eight. His touch was slow at first, starting to speed up as he moved down lower, his breath fanning over your hole. You shivered at the teasing sensation, squirming under his firm hold. You were sorry for whoever would be sitting here afterwards, your juices probably staining the plush seats of his SUV. 

Soonyoung pulled apart your folds, his tongue dipping into your entrance and lapping at your pink walls. You winced once again at his euphoric touch, your hands immediately shot down, grabbing a handful of his hair and rammed him further into your core. He groaned at your tug, sending vibrations through you. The combination of his tongue and his thumb overwhelming your senses, you felt adrenaline surge through your veins and your vision blotted white. A gush of warm fluid suddenly spilled into Soonyoung’s mouth, taking him by surprise. 

You fucking squirted. 

Right into his mouth. 

“Baby that was so,” Soonyoung ran his tongue slowly over his lips, savoring the taste of you, “Hot.”

He chuckled, expecting another whine or complaint from you, but was met with nothing. He bent down to hover over you, either hands planted on either sides of your face. Your eyes were sealed shut, blood drawing from a cut on your bottom lips. He frowned at your wound, leaning down to give it a soft kiss as if it would heal it. You tasted yourself from his peck, frowning in the process. Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment when he pulled back. 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, your voice muffled by your palms. 

Soonyoung chuckled, grabbing your wrist and trying to pull them away from your face. “Relax, it was fine!”

“No it’s not!” you whined, “I like . . . peed into your mouth!”

“And it was delicious.”

Your hands fell just far enough to show your eyes staring daggers at him, your brows furrowed together in disgust. Teasingly, Soonyoung licked his lips once more to make a point. 

“You –”

His hearty laughter reverbated off the insides of the SUV. Soonyoung wrapped his arms around the small of your waist, letting his head dip into your chest, his breath fanning against your exposed skin. You let your hands slip to the crown of his head, gently stroking his hair, doing your best to suppress the urge to giggle with him. 

As Soonyoung came down from his high, he raised his head to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. You pouted at him, though he knew you were only feigning annoyance – you looked so fucking cute, he couldn’t resist the urge to devour your lips once more. 

“I’m not done with you yet, you know?” Soonyoung whispered when he pulled away. 

“You better not be,” you challenged him, a dark glint flashing across your eyes. 

Excitedly, he sat back in his seat, fishing his wallet out of back pocket. Rifling past the few bills and scraps of receipt, Soonyoung looked for the spare condom he always carried with him in case or emergencies like this. Thumbing past the last receipt from the fried chicken restaurant he treated Seungkwan to, the writing already faded, he found none. He quickly sorted through the contents again, his eyes peeled for the golden wrapper. 

"Soonyoung," you moaned, dragging out the last syllable of his name.

Dumping the contents of his wallet onto the front seat, his hand ran over everything. Unfortunately, nothing new was found other than a few spare coins.

Soonyoung's lips parted in disbelief, his heart sinking into the depths of his stomach, silently berating himself for not replenishing his stores. You were sad and needy now, his dick was still stiff, and he couldn't do anything about it. 

When did he last use it? You're the only person he'd been sleeping with these past few months, granted the two of you had a lot of sex he didn't always remember.

"Soonyoung?" you tried again, pushing yourself up by your elbows.

"Baby," he responded gently, leaning forward to capture your lips, his hand brushing away the few strands of hair.

"I need you," you replied breathlessly when he pulled away, pawing at his thighs. "Please."

"I have something to tell you, baby," Soonyoung said hesitantly.

You peered up at him, waiting for him to reply.

"I-I don't have a condom," Soonyoung confessed, "I don't know what happened to it - I always keep one in there . . . I'm sorry baby."

A soft 'oh' left your lips. Your eyes fell from his gaze, landing on your near bare abdomen. You clenched, your core aching at the sense of emptiness.

Pressing his lips against your temple, Soonyoung apologized again. "I can. . . Eat your out again? Or finger you? Ride my thigh? Anything you want."

Your eyes flickered up to him, quickly reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together, you gave him a soft squeeze.

"It’s okay," you told him.

Soonyoung's eyes fluttered shut and rested his forehead against yours. He shook his head. "No it's not."

You paused, staring off at a spot behind him.

"We can do it without it," you said.

"W-what?" Soonyoung asked, not believing his ears. He stared at you blankly. Condomless sex had never an option – the both of you agreed when this all started. 

"Do me raw,” you said in a small voice. Your knees fell to either side. Gnawing at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself towards him, urging him to continue. 

"Baby –"

"I'm the only other person you've been with recently right?"

Soonyoung nodded fiercely.

"Are you clean?"

"I got checked before we started - as far as I know, I am."

"Me too " the corner of your lips twitched into a subtle smile.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, or vice versa. You had an IUD, so pregnancy wasn’t so much of a concern, and clearly neither were STIs, but you could never be too sure. 

What could’ve hanged?

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure . . . I want to feel all of you."

Soonyoung searched your face for any signs of uncertainty, only to be met with eagerness swimming across your eyes. 

“I trust you, Youngie,” you pleaded. 

His dick strained against his jeans. 

Fucking hell. 

Not that nickname. 

It was childishly stupid, but it was seldom you ever called him ‘Youngie.’

Soonyoung started undoing the buckle of his jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Simultaneously, he slipped his boxers and jeans off together, his member slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth salivated at his angry red tip dripping with precum. 

"Okay," Soonyoung repositioned himself in between your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs, readjusting your skirt for better access to your entrance. He rubbed his member to spread his precum, better preparing himself for what was to come. With the wetness pooling at your entrance from your squirt, he figured he wouldn't have a problem sliding in, but he wanted to make sure it'd be pleasurable for you.

Soonyoung plunged into you, immediately being welcomed with warmth, your walls hugging him and pulsating against his member as he nudged in further. His tip and little more only part way in, you clenched around him, sending a surge of pleasure through his body. 

“Fuck,” Soonyoung hissed as his hips stuttered, abruptly stopping. He lurched forward impulsively, quickly grabbing onto the seat to prevent himself from collapsing onto you. 

“More, Soonyoung, more!” you begged. 

“D-don’t do that,” Soonyoung chuckled. 

“Do what?” you asked innocently. Your walls fluttered around him again. 

“That!” he winced, letting out a deep breath. “I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing my dick.”

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

“I-it’s fine,” Soonyoung shook his head. “Just . . . try to relax okay?”

You nodded. You took a deep breath, your walls relaxing around him.

He cupped your cheek, you instantly leaned into his touch. “I’m going all in.”

Soonyoung bottomed out, his tip nudging at your cervix. Your arms came up to hook under his shoulders for support, the sensation simultaneously painful, yet pleasurable. You could feel the ridges and valleys of his members, the veins of his dick pulsating violently inside you. He was so warm inside of you and he hadn’t even cummed yet. Had you known he’d feel this good raw, you would’ve tried this sooner. 

“C-can I move?” Soonyoung stammered, “Nnnhhhnnggghh.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice equally strained. 

Using the head of the seat as support, Soonyoung slowly started pulling out of you. His smooth flesh dragged slowly along walls, the ticklish sensation intoxicating. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, dragging them down his back like his dick inside of you.

Pushing himself back in, Soonyoung curled into your neck, peppering wet kisses along the column of your throat. You tilted your head to give him better access, his lips finally latching on the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

Soonyoung started to establish his usual rhythm, his rips gyrating as he listlessly pumped inside of you. The sounds of your slick mixing together littered the air like an addicting beat. You were thirsty for his dick; not wanting to be disconnected from him for too long, you found yourself meeting him halfway. Your clit rammed violently against his pubic bone, sending an electric jolt to your stomach each time. 

Typically when the two of you had sex, it was Soonyoung who entertained you. You'd let him fuck you into depths of the bed and he'd make you cum first. You were feeling adventurous today, however, wanting to turn the tables.

Hooking your legs around his thighs and a hand on his chest, you pushed him back and sat up in his lap in one swoop. His dick still stiff inside you, Soonyoung sat back willingly, his hands flying up to hold you steady. You pressed your boobs against his chest, nearly pooling at his neck. You slowly peeled your jacket off your shoulders, revealing the white bandeau you wore underneath that he loved so much.

"W-what are you-"

"Let me ride you," you told him.

And you weren't taking no for an answer. 

Delicately placing your hands on his shoulders, you raised your ass to sink down on him.

This angle certainly offering you a new kind of pleasure - sharper and deeper, as if he would split you open.

Despite you doing most of the work, Soonyoung guided your hips, his hand squeezing your waist and occasionally pushing you back and forth on his dick. 

Your hands slid up his neck to cup his chin, allowing yourself for once to look into his eyes during these sacred moments. Your breath hitched, a lump forming in your throat. Honey dripping from his dark eye, his pupils blown wide as if he was drunk.

And truthfully, he was. 

Kwon Soonyoung was drunk on you (and your pussy).

Soonyoung slammed you downed against him, not letting you move any further. You didn't have to ask to know what was coming, the way he pressed his lips together, his eyes rolling back. 

You stayed still as his cum covered your walls, your own high quick to follow the longer to stayed wrapped around him. Collapsing into his chest, your pussy tightened around him, milking out every last drop.

The two of you stayed like this a while longer, your head tucked into his chest, Soonyoung’s arms coming to wrap around you. His phallus softened inside of you, but not quite ready to lose the bliss of him inside you yet. 

. . . . 

“You conveniently have a towel in your car?” you asked as Soonyoung cleaned off your folds. 

“Open wider,” he ignored your question and folded the wash cloth in half, flicking your thigh. You obliged, granting him better access. You winced as the terry material rubbed roughly between your folds. 

“Do you end up fucking all those girls in your car too?” you pulled your knees together, clamping your hands in between after he finished. 

Soonyoung’s expression immediately fell at your words, his jaw clenched as he let his hand drop to his side. "Do you really think I see other women besides you right now?" 

He didn't wait for you to reply. One hard stare at you, he left the side door of the SUV and made his way to the trunk. You frowned at his reaction. He used to always tease back when you joked about him fucking other women. 

Soonyoung tossed the washcloth haphazardly next to the duffel bag, making a mental note to replace it when he got home. Slamming the door the trunk shut. His hand lingered on the door handle. He planted his forehead against them, contemplating his situation right now.

“We’re not going back into –”

“You really think they waited three hours for us to finish fucking?” Soonyoung replied harshly. 

You clamped your mouth shut, drawing your lips in between your teeth. Tugging at the hem of your skirt, you got up from the backseat and made your way around the front to avoid him to the get to the passenger seat. 

Fastening the seatbelt across your torso, you heard him clamber into the driver’s seat, harshly slamming the door. 

“Soonyoung –”

“Can I be honest with you?” Soonyoung cut you off. His eyes were trained out the front window, however. 

“Course,” you mumbled. The space between your brows dipped in confusion at his sudden change in demeanor. After sex, he had grown quiet, which is unusual of him – he was usually playful, doting and teasing you. However, you didn’t think too much of it, post-nut clarity hitting you pretty quickly, realizing you left all your friends, including Wonwoo, behind in the amusement park to fuck in the parking lot. How were you going to explain your disappearance other than the truth?

"Don't go back to Wonwoo," he deadpanned.

"What?" you frowned, "Soonyoung, I live with him, I just can't -"

"He doesn't even look at you the same!" Soonyoung blurted.

“What are you trying to get at?” 

Finally, he looked up at you, a bittersweet smile quivering on his lips. “You look at Wonwoo with so, so, so much fucking love it hurts, Y/N – like he’s your whole world; your beginning, middle, and end.”

You paused, heart starting to pound against your ribcage as you tried to strady your breathing. You had an inkling there was a lot more to this than just yours and Wonwoo's phydical existence together 

“Soonyoung, you know how I feel about him," you started slowly.

“Why do you wait around for him? Let him step all over your heart like that? It hurts me too, you know. Makes me so fucking angry.”

"That's none of your business, Soonyoung."

"But it is, isn't? He's thr reason why we started this," his finger waving between the two of you, "in the first place. You wanted to 'get over him.' So why aren't you?"

You diverted your gaze from him, opting to look out the window instead, seas of cars pooling in front of you. Soonyoung had parked at the far end of the parking lot, only the needle of the space tower visible from here.

Soonyoung sucked in a sharp breath, his voice growing quier. “Have you ever considered being with someone other than Wonwoo? “Do you think anyone can change it?” Soonyoung pressed on. “Make you so fucking in love with them, you’ll forget him?”

"W-why do you ask?" you muttered.

"I need to know."

Your heart sank, dreading the very words you hoped would never fall from his lips. 

"I'm in love-"

You whipped around and placed a hand over his lips to stop him from confessing further. You were hyperventilating, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Kwon Soonyoung, we agreed no feelings,” you tried to remind him. 

Wrapping a hand around your wrist, he tugged your seal from his lips though you weren’t really trying to keep it on. 

Soonyoung chortled bitterly. “I broke that rule a long time ago, baby.” 

Plugging in his key, he twisted it, the engine roaring. Either hands gripping the wheel, he dipped his head into his chest, “Let’s stop here, Y/N – before we hurt each other even more.”

. . . .

It felt like the memory was burned behind his eyelids, sadistically forcing Wonwoo to watch it over and over again.

Soonyoung's body wrapped around yours. The way he gingerly took your hand and led you away. The look of guilt across your face when you looked back at Wonwoo as the two of you rounded the corner.

He took off his glasses, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes trying to rub off the images. Yet, they kept replaying. He didn't want to believe it, but Hyejin was right.

Soonyoung was fucking you behind his back.

The click of the door of your shared apartment caught Wonwoo’s attention. He threw a look over his shoulder, relieved, but fury already boiling, to find you leaning against the door your hands still tight on the handle.

"Where were you?" Wonwoo asked, his voice stern and hard. It was a tone you've never heard him use before. 

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

The legs of his metal chair scraped across the wooden floor as he stood up. Afraid to look at him, you trained your eyes on the "Welcome" mat, the smiley face next to it seeming as if it was mocking you. His footsteps fell heavily and agonizingly slow in your direction, though each thump matching the beat of your pounding heart. His sock-covered feet stopped a few feet in front of you, the hem of his gray sweatpants swaying at his ankles. 

"Were you with him?" Wonwoo asked, his voice strained compared to before. If you didn't know him better, you wouldn't have guessed he was upset. But from the slight shake and the bob of his Adam's apple, you knew better that he was holding himself together the best he could until he exploded.

"Soonyoung," Wonwoo spat out, the taste of the man's name on his tongue bitter. "Were you with him?"

Your prolonged silence was enough to tell him the truth, but Wonwoo wanted to hear it. Until it came from your mouth, he refused to believe otherwise.

"Y/L/N Y/N!" 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling at his raised voices. You had to fears about Wonwoo hitting you - even if he was upset, he never would. Seldom did he get angry, and when he did, he was intimidating and you didn't know how to handle itm

"Fucking hell-"

Your peered up at him cautiously. "And if I was?"

Frustrated, Wonwoo ran a hand over his face. "He's just using you, Y/N, he doesn't love you."

His words pierced through your heart, twisting inside of you, knowing well he was wrong. But did you feel the same?

"It's not like I'm looking for love from him, Wonwoo," you opted to reply instead.

"Then why are you doing this? You know better than anyone how much I don't like him and why."

You scoffed at his selfishness. Soonyoung was right about one thing: He was so oblivious to it all. "When did my sex life involve you?"

"Y/N that's not the point."

"I don't need your permission to fuck anyone."

"Stop being stubborn!"

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself off the door and tried to walk around him with no avail.

"We're not done," Wonwoo said sternly. 

You pressed your lips in a tight line, side glancing at him, irritated. Roughly, you jerked your shoulder forward to shove him off, taking two steps back.

"How long?" Wonwoo deadpanned.

"February - Valentine’s Day," you replied, equally monotonous.

Wonwoo clenched his jaw. "Why?"

The silence that ensued was suffocating. Crossing your arms over your chest, shifted your weight onto your right hip and stared at him harshly, carefully scanning over his face for any signs of despair. He wouldn't be asking you all these questions if he didn't have some sort of inkling of feeling towards you, right?

Yet, you were only met with his stoic glare, piercing through his spectacles. Anger graced his face.

All this time, did he really not know how much you piped over him?

Did he really not know how much you loved him?

How long were you willing to wait for him?

It was now your turn to be upset. Anger clouding your judgment, you blurted the truth.

"You - it was because of you."

Wonwoo’s expression softened, his brows knitting in confusion. "W-what -"

You laughed bitterly. "Soonyoung was right," shaking your head, you continued, "Did you not see at all? Or did you just never consider the fact that I could be in love with you?"

Your words rang through his ear.

"Y-you had feelings for me," he said flatly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The gesture suddenly wasn't so cute anymore.

"More than you'd ever know," you said softly. 

He nodded, slowly trying to process this information. It was as if a semi-truck rammed into his lanky body and he was stuck, unable to move. 

"I would've waited forever for you, Wonwoo," you pressed on when he didn't reply. "But now?" You shook your head. "You never loved me anyways."

That snapped a cord in him.

"Don't you dare say I never loved you," Wonwoo spat, taking another few steps towards you.

"It’s not the same, Wonwoo," you choked, your voice starting to waver.  You shook your head, wiping your eyes with the heels of your palm, "I've watched you for so long, girl after girl, wondering when you would finally wake up and see me too. Waiting for my turn. I figured if I waited long enough, perhaps I could be the last . . . Yours forever."

Yours forever. 

His forever.

Wonwoo's forever. 

He let the words sink, turning them over in his mind like a sandstone in his hand. For Wonwoo, it was a given that you’d be by his side forever. No one understood him better than you – you were his best friend. You knew what he needed when he was sorrowful. Rather than overwhelming him with happiness, you knew to keep your distance, reminding him of your constant support with small touches and gentle smiles from across the room. When he was angry, you knew to take him to karaoke so he could scream Yoon Do Hyun’s “It Must Have Been Love” to his heart's content. 

The possibility of being more never vividly occurred to him until now. Was it perhaps the reason why his past relationships never worked out? Why did he never feel satisfied with anyone else?

Could it really be because he was searching for you in someone else, when you were right beside him all along?

Wonwoo walked towards you slowly. Two steps forward for him was two steps back for you until your back met the door. Gingerly, he took your elbows and tugged you towards him, his other hand coming up to rest on your waist. Licking his lips, Wonwoo nervously raised his hand to caress your face, his thumb teasing at your chin like he did last night. He tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him, your eyes swollen and rimmed with tears that dripped down your cheek like diamonds rolling down the table. With the pads of his thumb, he wiped away a tear forming from the duct of your eyes. Remorse bubbling in his chest knowing he was the cause of all this pain. 

He tilted forward, gently resting his forehead against yours as he continued to stroke your smooth skin.

 "Did it not ever occur to you,” Wonwoo asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “that you could’ve asked me instead of Soonyoung?”

His question shattered the silence and tension like a rock to a glass window.

skating into love | h.js

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, feat. bestie jeonghan

w/c: 1.4K

warnings: none

summary: you've never set foot into an ice rink and the one time you do, you end up bumping into the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

a/n: this is to contrast all the smut i've been feeding you guys :p hope you enjoy our lovely gentleman <3 i love ice skating so this fic was written!

“I am going to chop your dick off.” Your eyes were full of fire and rage as you glared at Jeonghan. You were about to go into a full on rant when he started to laugh. 

The audacity.

“Come on Y/n, it’s just ice skating. Not like you could die or anything.” He gestured to the ice rink. There were a few dozen people skating around, children gripping onto their little penguins. All had smiles on their faces which only irked you more. 

There was nothing fun about ice skating. It was an actual hazard to human rights. The only reason you were here in the first place was because Jeonghan had tricked you with the ruse of ice cream and sprinkles. When he pulled up outside the unfamiliar building, you were confused. Then you saw the multiple people giggling and dressed in thick coats although it’s the middle of summer! You put two and two together and nearly attempted to kill Jeonghan but he was your ride home so you couldn’t murder him. 

Your best friend knew how much you despised ice skating and yet he pulled a stunt like this. You really should’ve known, from all the ‘oh Y/n there’s a new ice skating rink downtown wanna go see?’ to which you just rolled your eyes, scoffing. Jeonghan didn’t know the dangers you had seen. He didn’t know the dangers of ice skating.

You were 9 when your parents brought you to an ice rink. The moment you got there you noticed an ambulance parked in the parking lot. That really should’ve been your first warning. Then you heard the guttural cries and sobs that sounded like a strangled cat. You were already scared out of your mind, there was obviously some monster attacking everyone. Your parents had dragged you inside and you had seen a girl, no older than you, being carted off in a stretcher. She was sobbing and her ankle was swollen to a humongous degree. 

It didn’t look like a normal ankle that was for sure. You had asked your parents what happened to her to which they replied with ‘she only twisted her ankle, don’t worry Y/n you’ll be fine.’ The girl sure didn’t look fine. In short, your parents wasted good money for ice skating and you didn’t even step onto the ice rink.

“You can’t get me on that. Never.” 

“Well I can and I will.” Jeonghan dangled the skates in front of you. He sat down on the bench putting his own skates on. “I will drag you by force if I have to. You’re getting over this stupid fear today.”

“It’s not stupid!” You hissed, crossing your arms, scowling at the people laughing. “What if someone slices my fingers off with these?! They’re so sharp and someone could just skate over me and...shwoop! Or I could fall down and crack my skull open! This is dangerous Han, listen to me!” 

Your best friend merely rolled his eyes kneeling down in front of you, putting your skates on for you. You tried your best to kick him away but you guessed those trips to the gym did him good. He shoved them onto your feet, tying them tight so they practically cut off your blood circulation. You suspected it was so you couldn’t run away.

“Alright you’re all geared up, let’s go!” He pulled you towards the entrance. You were wobbling, gripping onto Jeonghan for your life. Your best friend really didn’t respect your fears. The music pounding from the speakers was supposed to make you feel better but the fact that they were playing Taylor Swift’s Fearless was just mocking.

“Wait wait wait wait!” You paused just as you’re about to step onto the rink. “Where’s my helmet?! Han, you said I was all geared up!” 

Jeonghan wanted to hit your head against the plastic sideboards. “Y/n just get in here.” 

You stumbled towards Jeonghan, gripping his sweater as your knees buckled. The ice wasn’t slippery per se, you were just gifted with natural clumsiness. He guided your arm to the sideboard, which you cling onto. Your feet kept on sliding everywhere and you were having trouble keeping upright. 

“Y/n you have to move your feet.” Jeonghan reached for your hand but you swat him away. 

“I-I’m alright here.” 

He sighed. “Don’t worry I’ve got you.” 

“You’re gonna push me over.”

“As much as I want to, I won’t.”

Reluctantly, you give him your hand. He took it, slowly prying you off the wall and you grabbed his arm. The little kids gliding gracefully around you dampened your mood. You tried to move your feet but you stayed still. 

“Jeonghan, why am I not moving?”

“Why...Y/n you’re not meant to walk on the ice, you’re meant to skate on it. Like this.” He made the mistake of leaving you alone, totally forgetting about your two left feet. 

Your parents had actually enrolled you in gymnastics classes so you would assume you had good balance. Obviously something went wrong or the place they sent you to was a scam because you were  sure you came out more clumsy than ever. 

So the minute Jeonghan left you stranded you tried to channel your inner gymnast, alas that failed. You felt your feet slide backwards and you let out a shriek alerting Jeonghan about his very careless mistake. 

Sadly he was too far away to save you or your head. You braced yourself for the impact of the hard ice floor. This was it. You were going to crack your head open and get brain damage. This wasn’t anyone’s fault. You didn’t blame Jeonghan, he just wanted to do something good for you. 

You squeezed your eyes shut awaiting the pain but it didn’t come. You opened your eyes to see someone inches away from you. His dark eyes were wide and full of concern. 

Oh shit he’s cute!

You finally realised that his arm was around your waist which has your whole body flushing with embarrassment.

“You gotta be careful, always fall forward, never back otherwise you’re gonna hit your pretty head.” He pulled you upright and you stumbled, gripping his shirt. “Woah there sweetheart.”

“I, um, thank you.” Your legs felt like jelly and this time it wasn’t because of your clumsiness. Jeonghan was behind you but you could sense him silently laughing his ass off. What a nice best friend. “I’m so sorry, ice skating isn’t exactly my forte.”

“I can tell.” He gave you a handsome smile and you felt your insides melt. You had barely known this guy for ten seconds and you were already falling head over heels in love with him. Well, love was a strong word but you definitely wanted him to rail you...respectfully. 

You were so caught up in your staring that you forgot about the fact that you were still clinging onto the poor guy for dear life. It was only when Jeonghan pulled you back and out of our embarrassing state of paralysis did you realise. Your cheeks burned. Humiliating yourself in front of someone was bad but in front of a good-looking person was even worse. 

Fate really hated you.

“Sorry about them, Y/n isn’t quite the beautiful swan, more like the ugly duckling.” 

If you weren’t busy thinking about the person in front of you, you would’ve smacked Jeonghan for comparing you to a duck. His statement seemed to make the guy laugh though - brownie points to you. 

“Do you need help learning how to skate?” His voice was so sweet you noted. “I can teach you if you want?”

You were thankful that you and Jeonghan have a ‘telepathic’ connection because he immediately knew you were out of words. 

“They would love to.” He pushed you into said guy and you bumped into his chest, your feet wobbling slightly. “Have fun!” Jeonghan skated off leaving you with an incredibly cute guy and your own very jumbled mind. 

“I - um…”

“It’s Joshua, sweetheart.” He held your hand, keeping you steady. You were sure you were making heart eyes at Joshua, who wouldn’t? You squeaked out your name which only made him chuckle. “I know, your friend just said it.” 

He threw you a smile and you didn’t think you were going to last another two minutes with him. So how on earth were you gonna last the one and a half hours Jeonghan had booked?

You looked down at your entwined fingers and gulped. Joshua’s hands looked like they were carved out of marble. How could someone have such beautiful and sexy hands?

“Let’s get to it, shall we sweetheart?” He tilted his head shooting you a grin which had your insides curling. You nodded, making a mental note to thank Jeonghan later. Guess, you didn’t hate ice skating anymore.

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