I Am Actively Hoping Someone Will Ask Me To Write Something So I Can Avoid My Thoughts

I am actively hoping someone will ask me to write something so I can avoid my thoughts

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List of “I need you to know that I have the biggest crush on you (aka: I might literally be in love with you)” prompts

“You think I stare at you just for fun? Well, think again.”

“I didn’t brush my hand against yours for you to snatch your hand away like that. My feelings are frankly, hurt.” 

“Your presence is just so… It fucks me up, but like, in a good way.” 

“I have a crush on you. And by crush, I mean like… I would literally die for you if you asked me to.” 

“I want you to be mine but I also feel like you don’t want to be mine and that makes me very, very upset.”

“These Instagram stories aren’t just for anyone to see, you know?” 

“You think I did all of this for your attention? Well, unfortunately… You’re right. I’m an idiot in like. Or in love.” 

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.” 

“I think it would devastate me to find out you don’t like me back.”

“Keep in mind that this isn’t something I do for just anyone. There’re a lot of things I’ve done that I’ve only done for you.” 

“The issue here is that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your dumb fucking ass.” 

“You’ve got me acting like a fool.”

oh to be building furniture with jeon wonwoo

as sweet as peaches | jeon wonwoo

wonwoo sits cross-legged on the floor, ikea manual laying open on his lap. the half built coffee table sits upside down in front of him, loose screws and nails scattered around the piece of furniture.

“did you find the piece that goes in this corner?”, you ask in confusion from your spot on the floor opposite wonwoo, one hand holding what you think is one of the legs of the table. “is it this one?”

your boyfriend looks up at you and breathes out an amused laugh, cheeks puffing up. “that’s the spare piece, gorgeous”.

you look at him, cocking an eyebrow, “you sure, wonu? because the last time you said something was a spare”, you point at the singular leg attached to the table, “that fell off”.

he grins sheepishly, “well… uh, maybe it could come in handy”. you shoot him a fond smile.

you both work on the piece of furniture for a while, sneaking glances at each other and giggling at lame jokes, before you stand up and wordlessly walk over to the kitchen. wonwoo follows your movement with his eyes, pushing his glasses up his nose as he does so.

you disappear behind the kitchen counter before re-emerging with a plate of sliced peaches and tangerines. setting it on the floor beside wonwoo you mumble, “odd combination, but it’s all i could find”. you peer at him and the softness you see in his eyes makes heat crawl up your neck.

“i love you”, he whispers.

“because of peaches?”, you ask shyly, taking a seat beside him.

“nope”, he breathes out, “peaches are just a bonus”. he picks up a fuzzy slice and holds it up to your lips. you accept the bite gratefully.

“the tangerines, then”, you mumble around a mouthful of fruit.

wonwoo laughs, it’s a very pretty sound, you think. low and deep, yet airy and relaxed. your giggles join his, the room filling with innocent delight.

the two of you continue to tinker with the coffee table, occasionally nibbling on pieces of fruit. with the build almost complete, you lean back on the heels of your palms, surveying your work.

“not bad for two amateurs”, you declare with a grin. “i think we could build all of ikea if we wanted to”.

wonwoo chuckles, “we’ll have many days of building furniture in our future”. you look at him in question. “dressers, bookshelves, cribs”, he elaborates.

your eyes widen and you feel your cheeks burn fiery red. cribs… baby cribs? did you hear him wrong? did he say it on purpose?

he turns to you, eyes dancing and cheeks slightly pink. oh. definitely on purpose.

you look at him, lips parted ever-so-slightly.

“one day, i mean… if you want to”. he whispers.

you don’t have a response. you’re breathless and giddy and so in love.

leaning forward, you press your lips against wonwoo’s. soft and careful. he hums in contentment against your mouth, kissing you back with fervour.

his hand trails up your arm to your cheek, cupping your face like you’re as delicate as fine china. his other hand snakes behind your waist, resting against the small of your back. he kisses you slowly, and when he feels you smile against his lips he melts. to him, this is bliss.

you pull away, breathless and heart racing. and suddenly, you’re 16 again. too shy to meet wonwoo’s eyes, a soft blush colouring your cheeks when he squeezes your hand with a hum.

“baby?”, he peers at you, trying to catch your attention.

when you finally look up at him, he’s dazzled by the stars in your eyes. the very same ones he thinks you hung up in the sky.

“you’re too much”, you mumble, just above a whisper. the chuckle it coaxes out of him drives the feeling deeper.

he drops a quick kiss to your cheek, his eyes dripping honey.

you point to the unfinished coffee table in front of you with furrowed brows, “we’ve been neglecting our magnum opus”.

his bright laughter booms throughout the room. “i don’t think an ikea coffee table is our magnum opus, baby”. he thinks he knows what will be, but he doesn’t say it. he’s hinted at it enough today. instead, he picks up a handful of screws and the last remaining leg of the table.

you take up a purely supportive role. handing him missing screws or nails you see him hunting for. you lean against the couch behind you, silently watching your boyfriend finish the rest of the build. you admire the way his hands move deftly to hammer in nails, the way he pushes the sleeves of his sweater further up his arms, the way he adjusts his glasses on his nose when they start to slip.

you’re happy, you think. just silently being in his company.

“finished”, he declares, pushing himself off the floor and offering you a hand to pull you to your feet. you stand beside him and look down at your work.

“not bad, jeon wonwoo”, you praise.

“not bad yourself”, he responds with a squeeze of your hand. he smiles fondly when he feels you squeeze back.

he looks at you, eyes warm, and drops a chaste kiss to you lips.

warmth floods your body. he’s just so sweet, you think.

“you taste like peaches”, he mumbles.

as sweet as peaches.

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ahh wonwoo…

writing this was really fun!! sweet wonu thinking about how urs and his masterpiece will be ur baby…omg

i hope u enjoy this one! as always, my requests and asks are open <3

I want to thank the anonymous user who let me know i was being disrespectful in some content in my wonwoo fic in re his personal life. I’m genuinely glad someone brought it to my attention so that I can take more care next time. It was thoughtless and insensitive of me and I am committed to be more careful of the things I write in the future. I took the fic down and am working on writing a new one sans any content that is insensitive. I would like to apologize to anyone who read it and was uncomfortable and also wonwoo, whose privacy deserves to be respected.

-Josephine

He was such a vision in this mv 😍

음악의 신 : wonwoo 🎆

I AM MAD I DIDNT ALREADY KNOW THIS

Who in svt do you think has the prettiest hands?

boo seungkwan hands down (aha)