Im The Anon Who Requested For Hyunbin And Uwu Thank You So Much It Was Cute And I Cant Stop Smiling

I’m the anon who requested for hyunbin and uwu thank you so much it was cute and I can’t stop smiling

aww I’m blushing!! you guys are all the sweetest uwu 

thank you! it means a lot that you liked it!

wooseok + 18? 👉🏽👈🏽

hii!! thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this one! here it is, and I hope you enjoy the read!!

18. that’s hot.

[9:52 a.m.] “come on, wooseok, get out of the car, or we’re gonna be late!” you watch your boyfriend fix his hair for the umpteenth time since he sat in your car on the way to the gym. you are a spinning instructor at your local gym, and wooseok’s never attended one of the classes taught by you. surprisingly enough, though, when you met for the first time, you met at the gym. you had left a spinning class (that you weren’t teaching) and bumped into wooseok, who was going to play racquetball with his buddy (who you later learned was jinhyuk). then, you met up at a coffee shop and things kind of started there. now, you two were in a relationship for quite a few months, and it was while wooseok was on summer vacation with his family, that you applied for a job at the gym, and got accepted. and so for the last two months, you’ve been taking on the tuesday/thursday 10-11 spinning class. most of the people that attended your classes were either mothers who dropped their kids off to daycare, or women who were in their late 40s, and a few men in their 30s and 50s here and there. this was wooseok’s first experience with a spinning class, in general, so when he learned you were working here, he had to come to check it out for himself. wooseok groaned from the car, “ugh fine. after class, you wanna grab smoothies?” you open the door to the gym, and turn to look at him, “let’s go to the class first.” 

you greeted the front desk staff, who knew you by name. “hey, y/n! who’s this?” your best friend at work, seungyoun, asks you. “he’s my boyfriend. wooseok, meet seungyoun, he works here with me.” seungyoun sticks out his hand for wooseok to shake, which he does, but as you guys head to the spinning room wooseok says, “that guy definitely has a crush on you. I can see it in his eyes. I’m glad I’m here with you today.” you click your tongue and tell him, “he’s got a girlfriend. and he’s not my type; you are,” and you wink at him. within a few minutes, your regular attendees shuffle into the room. once it hits 10, you turn on your mic and say, “good morning everyone? are we ready to work our muscles?” you hear a few whoops and wooseok is just smiling at you, glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. “alright, everyone now let’s get onto our bikes and start really slow, for our warm-up.” you display the proper technique, focusing on keeping your core tight and moving your legs on the pedals slow enough. after a few minutes, you say, “now we have to pick up the pace.” after a couple rounds of interval training; going slow to fast, then back to slow to fast, and in a blink of a moment, you were finishing off the class and applauding your attendees encouragingly. “thank you, everyone! you all did wonderful today, and I will see you next week.” you get off the bike and go to the edge of the elevated platform you’re on, to grab your towel. 

wooseok approaches you a few moments later, sweaty and panting. “you know,” he breathes out, “this is a lot more engaging than racquetball, but I’ll be so sore after this, I just know it.” you breathily laugh at his remark and wipe off some of his sweat too. “you’re doing great, babe. and you know what, you’ve got great stamina.” wooseok smirks at this, and says, “this is not the only thing I could use my great stamina for,” and you push him slightly, shushing him. “don’t say that here, at least wait for them to leave.” you scan the room and everyone is busy in small talk with each other. wooseok smiles smugly, then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you wipe the sweat that layered over your forehead with that back of your hand, and wooseok leans in by your ear and whispers, “that’s hot,” before nipping at your ear. at this point, everyone’s left the room, and it’s just you, wooseok and a dark room with many mirrors and very few windows. keeping that in mind, you subconsciously lean your head to the side a little to give wooseok more access, and you let out a soft sigh as his mouth moves down your ear, then under your jaw, then begins littering your neck with small pecks and nips. “let’s go home and finish what we started here, baby.” wooseok’s voice vibrated against your neck and you nod obediently, and the both of you compose yourselves before leaving the gym and rushing back home.

(don’t think seungyoun missed the small hickies that started forming on your neck when you came back a few days later, and that you left that day later than you usually do, so when he sees you leaving class, he bluntly asks you, “so, was the sex good?” needless to say, you repeatedly hit seungyoun’s arm and then when you got home, it was wooseok’s turn.) 

ugh I love this so much omg

no. 2 w/ kim sihun? (pdx101) thank u! i love ur writing

hello! thanks for the request and super thanks for the compliment, I’m touched! also, the prompt is a little vague for personalizing purposes, just so I can choose what works for the muse, so hopefully you enjoyed this!

2. {insert cheesy pick up line} (original prompt) 

for sihoon: “I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.”

[9:45 a.m.] work at dr. ahn’s office was the same every morning; you came in at nine and clocked in before checking any voicemails. then, you made the doctor’s schedule and gave it to him, debrief him about his day and go back to your desk. you made your coffee and sat down as you usually do when you get a call. “this is dr. ahn’s office, how may I help you?” your co-worker hana answers the phone. you faintly hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but hana then says, “do you need to see him right away? I can find out if he’s free.” you assume she’s referring to the doctor, so you check his schedule and see that he doesn’t have an appointment until 11. “he’s free ‘till 11,” you whisper to hana, and she gives you a thumbs up before relaying this information to the person on the phone. “okay, we will see you in 15 minutes then, sir. alright, bye-bye.” hana goes to let dr. ahn know about the appointment, and you see the notes she’s jotted down while she was on the phone call. scribbled down messily, you were able to decipher “EMERGENCY: FRACTURES ON BOTH WRISTS”. oh no, you think, I wonder what happened? hana comes back some minutes later, and you ask her, “do you know what happened to the patient?” she shakes her head and tells you, “I’m not sure. All I know is that he fractured both of his wrists. I asked him why, and he seemed somewhat reluctant to tell me, so now I’m more curious.” shrugging your shoulders, you get back to your work, typing away on your keyboard. by this time, one or two patients have come in, to which hana gives the necessary paperwork to complete. the clinic increasingly becomes busier but it’s nothing either your or hana can’t handle.

one by one, patients come and leave the office, with dr. ahn providing you with their prescriptions and bill. just as one patient was leaving with her child, a young man walked in, who looked like he was about your age, and he brought (you assume) his friend with him, who held the door open for him. the man’s hands were in a strange position and he clenched his jaw in pain. his friend came up to the counter. “hi, I called in earlier today, my friend fractured his wrists?” he’s incredibly handsome, you think and it seems hana can sense what you’re thinking, because she pushes the paperwork over to him and says, “can I have your friend come in? I will need to take his vitals.” the boy in front of you looks up at hana, before hodding and helping his friend through the door. once hana was able to take the patient into one of the rooms, the boy went and sat back down in the waiting area, filling out the form. you continued your work, and from time to time, snuck glances at the boy. smooth skin, a steep angle on his nose bridge and bright eyes are some of his many key points. he was gorgeous. you don’t wanna seem creepy or anything, because you don’t even know the guy so in embarrassment, you snap your eyes back onto your screen. “excuse me,” the boy is now in front of you. he bites down on his lip slightly, and you can see the shadow of a dimple imprinted into his cheek. “here’s the paper work.” he hands you the clipboard with the small stack of papers. you take it from him and mumble a small, but audible “thank you.” you begin typing in the information; it seemed that the patient’s name was eunsang, and the friend that brought him here (that you were ogling) was named sihoon. “do you mind if I ask you something?” you ask sihoon, who’s still standing at your counter. he blinks, motioning for you to continue. “what happened to your friend? he fractured both wrists; that’s not a very common injury. sure, we’ve seen one wrist fractured or the other but never both at the same time. sorry if I seem too invasive or anything, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to..” you notice a small smile growing on his face, then he clears his throat, “I shouldn’t make fun of it, but since you asked, eunsang tripped over a blanket.” sihoon tells you this, then bursts out laughing. you feel a tiny smile growing on your face before you scold yourself to not laugh at the discomfort of a patient. how rude of you. “really? that’s possible?” “can you believe it? I was at his house, then..” and from here, sihoon tells you the hilarious story of how he asked eunsang for a glass of water, and on his way back his feet got caught in his blanket and that’s how he fell.

you wipe the corners of your eyes, “although I shouldn’t be laughing at this at all, I never would have imagined that one small slip can cause such an injury.” just then, you hear dr. ahn coming out, walking alongside eunsang whose wrists now have casts on them, and behind the two of them is hana, who made copies of eunsang’s prescriptions and bill. “now eunsang, I’m going to need you to be very careful with your wrists, okay, no hard pressure and nothing too strenuous. I’m afraid you won’t be able to drive for a few days, so you will need to arrange for a ride.” as dr. ahn advised him, eunsang turned his head to sihoon, and jokingly said, “looks like you’re going to be my chauffeur.” sihoon laughed at this and his nose scrunched up all cute. you took note of this and eunsang thanked the doctor once more before heading out with sihoon. they stop by the door, and before they leave sihoon comes back to you, and your eyebrows shoot up as he gestured for you to come closer with his hand. you lean in an he tells you, “can I make an appointment with you, maybe tomorrow for some lunch? I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.” you chuckle at his cheesy pun, before taking a scrap of paper and jotting your number down. you hand him the note and say, “text me when you’re free, and we can arrange something.” sihoon leaves you with one last dimpled smile and a wave before heading back out with eunsang. who knew the things that would stem out of an injury like that?

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hiiii, thank you so much! i’m really glad you liked it 💖

Hi! I was the anon that requested that Wonjin mystery drabble. I completely understand how technology can fail us sometimes, but dw, it's okay! Keep up the good work and I look forward reading it!

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