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what a dream ; jeon wonwoo

cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is based on a dream i had , i added more details and scenes though , 1.5k words

being a struggling clothing designer in love with svt in south korea is… interesting but not as interesting as now, with last nights make up still on, the sun peeking out the windows and a man ringing the door nonstop.

you rise from the bed, hair messy and eye crust bothering you, your bed being in the living room made checking the peephole easy and as you did you had saw no other than the hoshi talking to a camera and his finger on the doorbell with the other members and crew behind him.

you squealed at the sight as any other fangirl would, “please wait! i just woke up!” all you could hear was “please hurry!” from the tiger boy and some chattering from the other members, leaving you no time to do nothing but brush your hair and wipe off the smudges of mascara on your under eye. “hi!”

“hey!” “hello!” “hi!” they all said their various greetings cheerfully as if they werent smushed in a narrow hallway, “please come in have a seat!”

being the struggling fashion designer as mentioned earlier it had its… perks and one of them being a small apartment and so some members sat on your bed, some sat on the counters or floors but hoshi, woozi, scoups and wonwoo sat with you at the round dining table. hoshi was on your right, scoups to your left, woozi by scoups and wonwoo on the opposite side of you.

“we were wondering if you wanted to do a collab with us! we’ve seen your work and we would love if you could take this opportunity!” is the summary the leaders gave to you “of course, id love to!” with that said you find your sketch book and your pencil on the coffee table and now tasked with outfit ideas.

seventeen brightened your usually peaceful house, ears filled with slow and somber music such as :

fallin flower - seventeen

knight - maddox

full of you - so soobin

all my love - seventeen

lean on me - seventeen

that once peaceful house was now filled with laughter and chatter, yet it quieted down when personally life somehow came up, “yn, do you live alone?” mingyu asks from the bed

“yea” is really the only thing you can say.

then dk pops into the conversation “it must get lonely, no?”

“hmmmm, do you have a boyfriend to keep you company?” mingyu asks yet another question,

“no, no one really fits my type” you say nonchalantly and only really focused on your sketch

“what is your type then?” hoshi is the one to ask this time, you look up from your sketch, pointer finger on your lips as if you need to think about it but in reality stalling to build up tension.

“hmm, id say tall, handsome, introverted, book worm,,, and glasses! glasses are my weak spot” as those words fall out your mouth your eyes meet wonwoos pretty brown eyes, and just for a moment the room is silent.

the sparkle glittered in his eyes and his lips pink, soft and curled into a small smirk made a pink tint wash over your cheeks.

the room was silent until hoshi asks, “do you like cats?”

moving your eyes to hoshis now, “of course! they are so cute!”

thats all hoshi needed to hear for his instincts to kick in and grab your wrist, “lets get you a cat then!”

rightfully taken aback with a facial expression that matches, “hold on! i can buy a cat myself but all the stuff i need to maintain one? i dont think i can afford that!”

hoshis face brightens, “then we’ll buy it!” giggling after with the biggest smile today but the others’ faces just radiate ‘whos we?!’

✿

somehow you, the members and the crew end up infront of a small cream corner pet shop with many green plants and flowers littered within the greenery.

some of the crew goes inside to check in with the shop owner about filming and etc while you wait outside with the others, not long after the crew comes and explains that they jus booked the store and in a few hours well have to store to oursleves.

amongst the crowd you find yourself in, dino suggests we go to cafe while we wait, looking up nearby cafe’s you find one a couple blocks away; you guys decide to walk since it was nice out, a cool breeze yet the sun warms up the atmosphere just enough and small flowers gracefully falling and littering the roads.

along with that a perfect view of wonwoo’s side profile. such a pretty man, from his semi puffy monolids, dull brown eyes but shimmers so effortlessly, nice pointy nose, soft tinted lips, to his thin rimmed glasses slowly falling.

“take a picture, it will last longer” he spoke softly as he leans down and into your ear,, with the same pink tint on your face from earlier you cant help but giggle at the fact that he used a lame line or when he whispered into your ear so smoothly.

only when vernon shouts from ahead to both of you to “catch up, we are here!” thats when you two notice how distracted you got.

✿

now seated in the cafe that gave off the a similar vibe as the pet shop, a waiter comes by and starting some small talk before asking, “what would you guys like today?”

and before anyone else could answer you raise from your seat, “order whatever, its on me! get some snacks for the crew too!”

the statement collected lots of oo’s and ah’s as well as thank you’s before scoups started ordering and the rest followed.

being seated next to wonwoo only followed to small talk with him as you all wait for the drinks and food. your conversation started off well about books and daily life but eventually died out when your eyes caught his svt pinky ring.

“can i see it closer?” you asked with doe eyes that sparkled even in the shadows.

he gave in and smiled, “sure!” your face brights up and eagerly yet gently grab his slightly collaused yet warm hand; inspecting and fidgeting with the ring still on his pinky.

this goes on for a bit before he asks, “want to try it on?”

like a cute puppy, your expression shifted quickly from lost in thought to the cutest version of happy, earning a smile from wonwoo, “yes!”

wonwoo now grazing your hand multiple different times as one hand is under yours and the other slowly sliding the ring on your small thumb, the moment has you in awe and pink once again.

“perfect!” he giggles and you follow, “perfect!” making eye contact once more while a kdrama worthy song plays quietly.

✿

after some energetic coffee and mouth drooling sweets, you all are at your original destination: the cute little pet shop.

now having in mind that you are actually buying a cat you consider different breeds, do you want a girl or boy? do you want a kitty or an adult cat? many questions running through your mind;

it didnt hurt ask jun, “ jun! do you know that one cat breed and they were like a grey mostly but brown nose and stuff?”

the question lead to a confused jun spitting out some uhh’s and umm’s and concluded to, “im actually not sure, maybe you should ask wonwoo! he knows more about cats than all of us!”

and so you do, jus not as confidently as you did with jun, stuttering here and there bc now when you look at wonwoo you’re reminded of such moments that happened earlier today.

before he answers he puffs a “cute” into his mumbles, “i think your looking for siamese cats, yn”

the way yn rolls of his tongue is sickening as it shouldnt have an affect on you, “th- thanks wu!”

✿

yesterday with seventeen took a toll on you as you forgot to buy some extra things for your new companion!

to your suprise, theres a thermo cup with a sticky note chamile tea <3

“huh, i wonder whos it from and whats it for..” you ask yourself before sticking it in the fridge before your errand run.

✿

exlaiming to your cat, “wednesday! it’s wednesday, bebe!” while messing around with her, “time for going seventeen! they are the one that got you here! you are gonna love them!”

not realizing till now that the reason they filmed your day with seventeen was for not only the collab but the new gose. "oh my, bebe! thats me, your momma is a mess… i had my sleepwear all on day..”

your complaining bore bebe to sleep by the end of the episode, missing the last clip after the outro:

“hi!” wonwoo says to cameraman, “can we drop off some chamile tea to yn,, like tomorrow?”

“oh sure, i can i ask why?”

“well,, everyone need good sleep right? hopefully the tea will help”

mlist - ©scwoupsy 30/8

lowkey ; jeon wonwoo

cw : suggestive , agnst , fem reader , intended lowercase , cursing , inspired by lowkey - rochelle jordan , mentions of alcohol , smoking , 300 words

lowkey when you go out to have dinner with all the boys and some of your girlys; the only open spot for you being by wonwoo. bumping hands together under the table and eventually intertwining them while he rubs circles on your skin. looking at his perfect side profile when he smiled as he scrunches his nose and that sexy breathy laugh puffs from his lips.

lowkey when he sees your thighs rub together with the corner of his eyes and slowly leans down into your ear to whisper,“wait a little longer angel” only leaving you whiney and a smirk growing on his face “wonwoo-ah?” dino asks about his expression jus with that. playing it off,“did you not hear dokyeom?” chuckling while grabbing his glass and sipping his alcohol.

lowkey when you excuse yourself from the table to use the restroom and he goes out for a smoke really only to meet you outside; barely out of the others view when your lips smash together in a heated kiss, his hands on your waist and the back of your neck and somehow now pinned on a nearby wall, “i missed you so fucking much” he mumbles into the kiss. his knee manages to occupy space between your thighs in hopes to relieve you just a little, “m’ too wu” too deep in the moment to express how bad you need him in detail; in the end it leaves you breathless and a string of mixed saliva connecting the two of you.

lowkey when dino gets suspicious of the two of you and yells claims hes going to check up you guys with his cheeks all red from all the alcohol but wonwoo already is offering you a smoke while on his inbetween his lips grabbing his beloved chrome lighter. grabbing your own lighter to only realize it was in your purse,,, inside the restaurant. “here” and getting yours going with his already lit one. “m’ thank you wu”

lowkey when everyone starts leaving including you, when something shiny catches your eye, the ring on wonwoos ring finger leading to you looking at your bare ones.

mlist - ©scwoupsy 8/9

| red lipstick; wonwoo x reader \__________

cw: suggestive, 225 words

“the dinner went great you know that?” messily undoing his tie, gloating, “you bagged the right one” with a cocky smile before attaching his lips back on your neck, “serious wu, i think my parents like you” you gasp, wonwoo groping in ways unfit to do so in your childhood bedroom, a few of your small plushes falling down the bed, head resting on his shoulder forgetting what you were doing lost in ectasy, “look at me” his voice was stern and cunning, nonetheless raising your head to face him, “good girl” his lips meeting yours, entangled tongues. the feeling of his soft lips against your was addictive, probably bruised now and unfortunately having to jerk back for air, wonwoo quickly goes back to the pretty hickeys on your chest as if he didnt need air, after a little you choose to focus on his face, the side of his lips, kiss, his temples, kiss, you could hear his chuckles, he was cunning without even trying, everything about him was perfect concluding to pepper his face more until, “hey we are going to be-“ the door ensueing the loud creak its known for. now you mightve gotten away with this… if he wasnt half way undressed, buttons undone along with his belt and face and neck not covered and stained his saint like skin with your signature red lipstick you wore.

am i insane ><? probably, but vv sorry bout the lame junuary, im workin on it

ragdoll

jww eating you out with your top half barely laying on the edge of the bed while he standing up, holding his meal by the hips, “f-fuck won!” struggling to grab on anything bc of the position and hes just so tall. the cold metal framing his glasses sitting on your clit at this point. the frames itself foggy from his breathing… or lack of breathing. grumbling into your pussy, “m’ baby taste so good” making out with your clit; glasses now dropping on your body and landed on your plush tits. thighs clenching and suffocating him more when he inserts two fingers in yer cunt. “won t-too much..” he looked hot.. with the little view you had of him, sweat pooling on his forehead and bangs clinging to them same said for you. so engrossed eating you out his response is delayed, “mm.. you can take baby” finally lifting from your intimate, “give me one more love” resuming his lewd activity but faster. babbling and mewling his name too loud for your neighbors not to hear.. and you can tell he likes bc you can feel his dick hardening on your back. tip tickling you just a bit before squeezing your eyes shut, “cumming!!” but that doesnt stop him. maybe even going faster before you can come down from your orgasm. sqiurming even more than before, hugging your calfs around his neck until he earns another, “won- fuck m’ gonna cum again” you can feel him smirk on your cunnie.. body going limp at this point, this is gonna be a long night…

an : i dont usually write abt oral so… also kinda rushed bc i have class tmrw + this is based on that one toji thirst a while ago.. do yall remember that??

perfect

wonwoo calls him “min” n you call him “gyuu” wonwoo is his bestfriend w a hot dameanor while you are his petite bimbo girlfriend; you two are perfect for mingyu

fucking you from the back; head down ass up while wonwoo watches and guides you both with his his hand wrapped around his hard member, “f-fuck gyu..” wonton moans spilling from your gaping mouth; wetting the pillow with saliva and sweat from your forehead. mingyu grunts; too lost in your pussy to respond so wonwoo responds “what is it baby?” his tone endearing, “feels g-good..” you babble back to him, “you hear that min? yer making our princess feel good” looking back at his friend that only pushes his hand on your back to deepen your arch, “mm yeah, won- fuck i heard.” he groans, “fuck m’ baby your so tight” wonwoo almost forgotten syncing his hand to his friends paced thrust and how easily yer cute cunt takes mingyus big dick, “f-fuck” wonwoo about to cum, “rub her clit min” and he does, harshly stuttering like his hips as hes close aswell. “oh fuck! g-gyu m’ gonna cum” you cry, clenching on his dick, taking you both to climax. mingyu pulling out and emptying a big load on your back and wonwoo spurting hot cum on his abdomen, “fuck!” pants fill the air from all three of you, “did so well… both of you” won comments

an : before bed scenerios go brrr

im proud of you - IM SOBBING STOP -

to love and be loved | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo tells you about his first (and only) love. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers WARNINGS. self-doubt talk on reader's end, self-indulgent wooweee, this was painfully hard to write lmao n have no idea if any of this makes sense WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from anon: Hiiiiiiii first of all congratssss for you 2k. For the event, ive been thinking the same exact story with wonwoo and #6 from list 3 - #6: “You’re not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You just… Need to let me in, and let me show you you’re just as worthy of love as anyone else is.”

notes: i'd quite literally do anything to have these kinds of talks with wonwoo ☹️☹️. anyway i hope u all enjoy this <3 hits close to home >< tysm anon hehe <3

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"Hey, uh, Wonwoo?"

"Mhm?"

"...have you ever been in love?"

A cricket chirps into the evening air right after you ask, and you suddenly feeling like you're holding in a long-winded breath. Then you hear a loud crunch by Wonwoo from the crackers he was snacking on, and you blink up to him wiping away the corner of his mouth. There's the slightest glimpse of a curve to his lips that you manage to catch.

He silently offers you a cracker in your direction, the anticipating silence between the two of you growing thickly. You take the cracker from his hand, muttering a quiet thanks, before nibbling on it absentmindedly.

The night is absolutely beautiful right now, swearing that you could spot and make out the constellations above if you squinted hard enough. The distant chirping of crickets is the only sound that breaks the silence as the coolness of the night rolls in, carrying with it slight breeze that whispers through the leaves overhead the balcony of your apartment.

"I have."

You swiftly turn your head to him, eyes widening intriguingly. "You have?"

The chuckle that leaves him is somewhat awkward, a tad bit hesitant. He crumples up the bag of crackers and sets it aside, chugging down the last sips of his drink and setting down the empty can as well.

"Did you... ever confess to them?" You ask, suddenly feeling curious, though there's a bit of disappointment at the tip of your tongue.

You swear you could see the thoughts swirling around his head. Wonwoo keeps his eyes fixed up to the night sky. There's a distant look in his eyes, as though he's peering into some past moment that only he can see, before he shakes his head, a faint smile crossing over his lips.

"No, I didn't," he answers calmly. "They were too far away, so... I just chose to admire them from afar."

You lean back against the wall behind, your shoulder momentarily brushing against his. "Did they know you?"

Wonwoo purses his lips together. "Mhm."

"Well, you missed your chance!" You exclaim, prodding him playfully with your elbow. "I can't believe you let them get away, dude. Like right through the little cracks of your fingers. You could've been in a relationship by now."

This earns you a low, playful scoff from Wonwoo. "Are you assuming that they loved me back?"

Immediately, you feel the heat crawl up your neck and to the tips your ears.

"Well, um... Yeah, I am," You admit sheepishly, letting out a small sigh. "I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy like you? You're nice and... charming. I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."

There's a silence that falls between the two of you, one simply more than just comfortable yet denser than ever, because the thought of being loved by Wonwoo seems to linger longer than you notice. You steal a glance at him, seeing his face still turned upwards towards the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on his glasses. Strands of his dark hair blow across his forehead in the breeze. You can't quite decipher his expression, but a flicker of something𑁋perhaps surprise, maybe even amusement𑁋dances on his features for a brief moment.

He finally turns back to you, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. "You think so?"

"Yeah," You confirm, nodding lightly. "Absolutely."

Wonwoo still keeps his eyes on you as you glance away, seeing the way you fidget with your hands in your lap and smoothing out the creases in your pants nervously. He glances down at his own hand and back at yours, lips pursing together in contemplation, but only folds his fingers back together the second you reach over him to grab the crumpled-up bag of crackers. He feels a little bit too warm in his sweater right now.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

A crunch echoes through the air. Then another. And another.

"I've just been kinda... thinking a lot lately, I guess," You reply slowly, quietly. "And it sort of makes me sound desperate in a way, but there are times I just wonder if, um... if anyone has ever felt the same way about me."

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly. "Love?"

"Not just love, but... seeing me, you know?" Being able to talk about this out loud makes your chest feel heavy. "Since it's hard these days to find someone who sees you for who you are, not for who you can be. I... I just feel like I'm hard to love sometimes. Hell, maybe even unlovable. It’s hard to break out of that mindset when things get hard again.”

A thoughtful quietness seeps through the nighttime breeze, which sends goosebumps up and down your skin, but you don't mind it because you know that Wonwoo is listening either way. And the more you think about it𑁋the thought of knowing that he's here, with his presence is right next to you𑁋it seems to comfort you more than you notice.

There's a small hum of acknowledgement that you hear from his end, unsure if it's just your imagination or if he's actually responding as your mind feels a little jumbled up right now. But then Wonwoo shifts beside you, his arm lightly pressing against yours.

"But I... I think I've reached a point in time where I can say I love myself a little more than a few years ago, or last year, or even just yesterday," You continue to ramble a bit aimlessly, chuckling dryly to yourself. "It’d be nice to share that with someone too, you know? To finally get over this loneliness. But it's not entirely a sad loneliness or a happy one. It's, like, uh... both put together, I guess."

A few moments of silence pass. You feel Wonwoo gently nudge your leg with his.

"I'm proud of you."

You peer up to look at him, mind nearly going blank from the way he's gazing at you. Or maybe it's just the moonlight that's making him appear so... picturesque. "What for?"

"For loving yourself, silly," Wonwoo muses almost cheekily, and the delighted tone that you catch makes your stomach leap. "Even if it's just by a small percentage than yesterday, it's still okay. You're doing good. I want you to know that."

You're doing good. It's just those three singular words that has heat forming in your eyes that you somehow manage to blink back before anything could spill, and hearing it come from Wonwoo feels different. There's a vulnerable sweetness to them, a sincerity that catches you off-guard. You force a smile𑁋a grateful one, nonetheless𑁋before it shifts into a frown.

And Wonwoo catches it right away. "What's wrong?"

Your lips form a thin line, pressing together in thought. You refuse to acknowledge why you think your heart feels slightly... jealous.

"I hope whoever you loved before knows how lucky they are one day," You say to him. "if you're still in love with them, that is..."

Wonwoo stills for a minute, pensively. "I am."

"You are?"

"I never stopped."

You stare at him for a few moments, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief at him, before crossing your arms together and letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Then you should've said that you're in love with them, idiot."

Wonwoo sucks in a breath.

"I'm in love with you."

You blink instinctively, once, twice, three times, momentarily thinking that Wonwoo's presence might somehow disappear into thin air. But he's still there𑁋a certain softness in the way he's looking at you, a gentleness that seems to wrap around you like a warm embrace𑁋waiting for you. His words suspend heavily in the air, and maybe the world is also holding its breath just as you are too.

"And... You're not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You're far from that," Wonwoo continues, voice tender, fond, and soft as a lullaby. "You just... need to let me in, and let me show you you're just as worthy of love as anyone else is."

You could only sit merely frozen at this point, throat tightened and jaw dropped in shock among many other weird, fuzzy feelings happening throughout your body. Something between relief and disbelief. Hope and hesitancy. Comfort and uncertainty. You have the capacity to run yet you choose not to𑁋you're letting him in, letting the warmth of his words seep into the cracks of your doubt.

Your mind reels dizzily, almost like the world has been tilting away off-balance.

"You... You're in love with me?" You repeat, almost dumbly, because you cannot seem to fathom anything that's been said in the past few moments. "All that talk about earlier... about who you..."

Wonwoo hangs his head down low, rubbing at his neck in a bashful manner. "It was about you."

"And you never... you never told me?"

"Honestly, I'd like to think a part of it was you being a tad bit oblivious." And then he just simply grins, his nose crinkling along with it. "But that's okay. Watching you slowly figure yourself out made me realise that maybe I needed to find myself a little more too."

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading painfully throughout your face. At first, you have the urge to brush it all away as a silly misunderstanding. Maybe laugh it off, retreat back inside, and go to sleep pretending all of this didn't happen. But the sincerity in his eyes stops you.

You lick your dry lips, the cool night air beginning to feel a lot less suffocating.

"Did you?" You ask vaguely, before shaking your head repeating, "Did you... find yourself?"

Wonwoo lets his eyes roam over you, taking you in, before leaning back on the wall and bringing his gaze back up toward the night sky. Your eyes refuse to leave him, and perhaps this is what it's like to admire someone from afar and close up all at once.

The two of you take a deep, deliberate exhale together.

"Yeah," he answers, smiling softly. "I think I found myself right where I want to be."

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can you write something about gamer wonwoo and sucking his cock? i am down bad for this man 😩

a/n: anon thank u for this request, ily 🤍 gamer wonwoo is my absolute weakness, let’s be down bad for him together~

i got EXTREMELY carried away omfg this was supposed to be short, but here’s a word count and some tags, below:

word count: 1.3k

tags/warnings: gamer! wonwoo, female! reader, dick sucking, bratty! reader, reader is kinda a tease, dom! wonwoo (but you test his composure), use of nicknames/pet names (daddy, princess, baby girl) very slight mentions of manhandling (really just tossing reader on the bed)

so let’s say you both had a few days off from work and you were spending your time at his place. bordering on the last days of your break, you were getting extremely horny and craving for wonwoo to touch you in certain places.

but you had a problem. today he had chosen to game, and he had been playing for hours now. you knew it wasn’t intentional, but with his eyes glued to the screen, he wasn’t paying you that much attention, only giving you a few kisses here and there whenever he took a break.

so what could you do? wait for him to get off and fulfill your needs? or take matters into your own hands?

as you sit on wonwoo’s bed, your mind wanders to how he would look on top of you- his broad chest, his strong arms, his sweet smile, and his deep voice telling you how wet you were for him and how his cock was made for you..

you look down at your thin pajama shorts, and boom - a wet spot almost visible, biting your lips you look at your boyfriend, still focused on his game.

“something’s got to be done,” you think to yourself.

you slowly walk over to wonwoo, and when you get to the back of his chair, you massage his shoulders and slowly kiss his neck. he adjusts his headphones so he can talk you properly.

“baby,” he smiles anxiously covering up his mic, “what’re you doing? i’m still playing.”

“nothing,” you say in between kisses, your hands working your way down to his chest. “keep playing your game, wonwoo.”

he gives you a look to let you know that whatever you were trying to do needed to wait until he was done. but were you in the mood to follow directions? not really.

so while he wasn’t paying attention, you crawled underneath his desk and positioned yourself to where his legs were in front of you. your hands roam his thighs as you work your way up to his crotch, palming him over his sweats. you internally moan at how big he is and you hadn’t even gone underneath his pants yet. you were so far gone.

wonwoo begins fidgeting and you know bit by but he would eventually break down and give you what you both needed. you continue palming him when he suddenly grabs your wrist, pushing his chair back so he could see your face. “are you asking for trouble? i’m still playing, can’t you just wait for a few more minutes?”

“mmm, not really,” you smirk at him, pulling down his waistband, revealing his boxers and how hard he already was. you mouth over his boxers, kissing his dick and continuing to palm him. he grunts at the feeling and he moves his hands to play with your hair, completely forgetting that his mic was still on.

“hey, wonwoo, are you good?” one of his friends asks. without hesitation, wonwoo mutes his mic, minimizes the game, and takes your chin in his thumb so you’re looking directly at him.

“you really don’t wanna play fair, huh..”

he tosses his headphones on his desk, still maintaining his eye contact with you. “let’s make a deal, baby. i’m gonna keep playing my game, but i’ll allow you to do what you want. if you can be quiet until i’m done, you’ll get a reward.”

“and if i’m not?” you ask taking his thumb into your mouth, gently biting down on it. he chuckles darkly as he runs his hand through his hair, sighing at how your bratty behavior was turning him on so much.

“then we’ll see what happens won’t we?” wonwoo says he swipes across your lips.

you help him take off his sweats and his boxers and they both pool at his ankles. he puts his headphones back on and you realize that finally, you’re getting what you want.

before you disappear under his desk again, he calls his name to get your attention. “what’s our deal?” he asks.

you sigh, “stay quiet..”

“perfect, baby girl,” he smiles at you, and that’s the last thing you see before his attention goes back to the screen. “hey guys, sorry about that, what’d i miss?”

you rest your hand on his thigh and you take wonwoo into your mouth. you slowly go up and down, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. he felt so perfect in you and you had every intention to let him know how amazing he was.

you moan and the feeling causes wonwoo to shudder and nearly let out another groan. to your surprise, he doesn’t say anything to you - not even a warning. too focused on his game? maybe..

you take this to your advantage and add a little tongue to the mix, licking his tip, enjoying how beads of his cum were forming and they were all for you to taste.

“fuck, wonwoo,” you say loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to be heard through his headphones. “mmm, you taste so good, you feel good too.. i can’t wait to get you inside of me,” now alternating between licking and kissing, not even noticing that his hands were holding your hair, guiding your neck to take him deeper.

“shit,” he sharply says, not sure if that was meant for you or because he had made a mistake while playing.

“are you feeling good baby? cause that’s all i want you to feel.. let me pleasure you, please daddy?” you end on a pleading tone, that daddy sounding like it was covered in sugar. you knew wonwoo was affected at how his dick twitched.

“is someone with you wonwoo?” another friend asks.

“yeah, i can kinda heard someone in the background, do you need a minute?”

“nah, it’s all good,” wonwoo somehow manages to grit through his teeth, knowing that was a complete lie. he knew you were gonna challenge him and test his patience, but not so much so to where he was about to throw his headphones off, clear his desk of everything so that way he could rip your panties off and fuck you like a porn star right then and there. “we’re almost there you guys, so pick up the pace.”

finally wanting to taste all of him, you decide to pick your speed and go faster, your head bobbing and your moans growing louder and higher in pitch. you bring your free hand down to your crotch and finger yourself to get you closer to the edge.

you sucking faster completely throws wonwoo for a loop and he can no longer hold back. he throws his head back against his chair and moans out your name so beautifully that it’s nearly enough to make you cum immediately.

“fuck baby, keep going, please..” he moans out, and his friends go into chaos. you hear sounds of disbelief, shock, and even whooping. he exits the game without saying a word and tosses his headphones across the room. he pushes his chair back revealing his full body and takes your hands into his to pull you out from underneath his desk.

he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, tossing you like a ragdoll. “wonwoo..” you call for him, missing his touch. your eyes shift to his body as he pulls his shirt over his head, his toned chest and broad shoulders on full display. you knew by now your panties were completely ruined.

he chuckles darkly as he places himself on top of you, caressing your face into the palm of his hand. “that was a fun game you played princess… i should’ve known you would’ve broken that deal, but i still gave you a chance.”

he gives you a deep kiss and you lean into him. when you separate, your lips are still centimeters away from each other.

“wonwoo, i-” he cuts you off and places his finger on your lips. “good girls don’t get to talk before they get their punishment. so guess what baby? now it’s my turn to play with you.”

hi !! for the time stamp event, could i please request prompt 55 and 80 with jeonghan or wonwoo if that’s okay with you ? thank you sm <3

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a/n: decided to make this one for wonwoo since i did get a lot of jh requests previously! i hope that’s okay anon! 🤍 also we’re not gonna question kenny on why she always does bratty! reader x wonwoo (which probably stems from a personal desire to have wonwoo blow her back out after testing his patience 🙃)

tags/warnings: hard dom!-ish (?) wonwoo, female! reader, bratty! reader, boyfriend! wonwoo, vibrator usage, petnames (daddy, my dear, sir, baby girl), reader is defiant AF y’all, so bold if you will, oral panty stuffing (?) y’all idk how to explain it lol, but it’ll make sense when you read dsjdjdjdj, i keep writing absolute filth IM SICK 🥹

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55. “i think i like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

80. “want me to give it back? make me.”

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you lay sprawled out on your bed, no comforter, blanket, or duvet to cover up what you were doing to yourself.

“mmmm, w-wonwoo..” you moan out your boyfriend’s name, your eyes tightly shut trying to picture him on top of you. you had your vibrator pleasuring you underneath your lace panties with one hand, and the other hand was on your breast, feeling your nipples perking up.

your boyfriend was out and about and wouldn’t be back home for a while, or so you thought. you were so focused on your own pleasure that you didn’t even hear your apartment door open or keys jangling.

“baby, i’m back,” you hear your boyfriend say from outside your room, but before you could toss your vibrator to the other side of the room, wonwoo opens the door revealing your beautifully fucked-out state to his surprised, yet intrigued eyes.

“w-wonwoo! uh, y-you’re back early,” you try and feign a normal voice, but you knew you weren’t fooling him. he really wasn’t supposed to be back for a while, you think to yourself. what could’ve brought him back ahead of schedule?

“i am.. and i see that a certain someone couldn’t wait until i got back to get her pussy filled,” he crosses his arms and smirks at you.

“well, what do you expect me to do when you’re not here? the temptation-“

“i expect you to follow the rules we have established.. so tell me what rule did you just break?”

you roll your eyes and stay quiet, fiddling with the vibrator that was still in your hands.

“i’m waiting,” he says refusing to break eye contact with you. “don’t touch myself unless i have sir’s permission,” you say quietly but enough for him to hear.

“so if that’s the rule, then why do i see a vibrator in your hands?” he slowly approaches you and sits on the edge of the bed, desire and lust in his eyes.

he takes the vibrator from your hands and you daringly try to take it back. “i wasn’t done you know! lemme finish with that and then i’ll get back to you,” you say trying to gain the item back.

he’s amazed at how defiant you were being today. as much as we wanted to change your attitude, this side of you was always a turn on for him. “heh, want me to give it back? make me.”

the second you try to take the vibrator from him again, he pins both your arms to the bed, causing the vibrator to fall to the floor, becoming quickly forgotten.

“oooh, baby girl,” wonwoo chuckles into your ear as he lays on top of you. you might never admit it, but his deep voice when he whispers always affects you to your core. “you’re so in for it now.”

he roughly kisses your neck, feeling his teeth leaving hickeys into the sides. you push his head in deeper, moaning when the lower parts of your bodies begin to make contact with each other.

“f-fuck, w-wonwoo, i-”

“that’s not my name, baby girl,” he cuts you off. he couldn’t be serious right now.

“s-sir,” you fix your wording, barely getting it out now that he’s moved from your chest. he fondles your breasts as he pulls your shirt up, you help him out a little until he gets it off you and tosses it to the other side of the bedroom.

“that’s better,” he says, cockiness laced in his voice. he works on your lower body, taking off your lace panties and tearing them in the process.

“won- sir!” you exclaim, softly hitting his chest. “ugh, those were new!”

“and? you know i’ll buy you several new ones anyway.”

he continues to play with your breast, but a familiar sensation creeps up and you can’t contain the loud moan you let out.

“you can never get enough of my hands, can’t you my dear?” he laughs, clearly enjoying how frazzled you are. two of his fingers were pushing in and out of you at such a delicate, yet somehow fast pace. you continue to call out of him, extremely sensitive even by the slightest touch.

and normally, wonwoo loves hearing you moan for him, but since you were disobedient, he had to punish you. “bad girls never go unpunished,” he told you once when he caught you touching yourself in the shower and he told you to wait for him.

he finds one half of your torn panties in the comforter, and stuffs it in your mouth. you nearly gag at the feeling of the cloth in between your teeth, eyes blown wide open at how rough wonwoo was being with you today.

“hmph, i see that look in your eyes,” he says as he kisses you from your forehead down to your neck. “this is your punishment, baby girl - you’re gonna be so quiet, the only thing i wanna hear my skin slapping against yours. do you understand me?”

you nod furiously, in hopes that if you follow his directions, the quicker you’d get to make noise again.

he takes of his shirt, followed by his pants, and then he takes his dick out of his boxers, his tip hard and oh so delicious. you whine against the panties still stuffed in your mouth. you had to get him inside of you now.

“besides, i think i like you better with a gag in your mouth,” he smirks as he aligns and enters inside of you in what would be a long night and a sore morning.

ur gymrat boyfriends <3

tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! wonwoo, boyfriend! jihoon, poly! relationship, pet names (baby, honey, princess, my darlings), literally one mention of ass smacking, reader gets fully nude, wonwoo and jihoon are gymrats (kinda obvious lol), dirty talk, pussy eating - but guess who though 👀, sorta kinda wall & mirror sex? you’ll see, wonwoo kinda takes the lead in this one heheh 🤭

word count: 2.5k (i got carried away y’all, i’m so sorry this was supposed to be short 😭)

a/n: i was told several times i was a menace for coming up with this idea, so why not continue my spread of mischief 😗 i saw this pic and instantly got several thoughts running through my brain… thanks to @playmetheclassics @wonwussy and @gyuwoncheol for dealing with my nonsense 🥹

when jihoon suggested you join him and wonwoo at the gym, you were hesitant at first.

“won’t there be lots of people there? and i thought you two working out together was a you guys thing, i don’t wanna intrude on that.. we all need our own spaces,” your voice and eyes lower, but the hand your boyfriend places on your thigh immediately has your eyes staring into his.

“working out is never just a me and wonwoo thing, you’re always welcome to join us. you’ve just been too shy to tag along,” jihoon’s ruffles your hair as your eyes shift away again. “besides, we haven’t done anything with all three of us in a bit. it’ll be nice,” he pats your back as he gets up, heading towards your bathroom to take a shower.

a few days later, you take up jihoon’s offer, and decide to join him and your other boyfriend at the gym. donning a strappy black sports bra and black shorts, you enter the room your lovers are in - their bodies coming to attention once you come into the space.

“hi my darlings,” you sweetly muse as you put your things down. wonwoo immediately sets his weights to the side and approaches you, hands falling on your waist as he kisses the center of your forehead. “hey pretty girl,” he smirks as you lean further into his touch, caressing your cheek delicately with his fingertips. “i haven’t seen you in a minute, are you taking care of yourself?”

“yes, i promise,” you respond back, pressing a chaste kiss to his soft lips. wonwoo kisses you back moving his hands toward your chest - until jihoon clears his throat loudly, stopping the both of you in your tracks.

“i know you two haven’t seen each other in a while, but we do have to stay focused. wonwoo and i can’t spend all day here unfortunately, we have other schedules later on tonight.”

you sigh disappointingly, wanting more of wonwoo’s touch on you, but also realizing that jihoon was right. he did warn you in advance this morning that while the three of you would be reunited, it wouldn’t be as long as you would like it to. they could only stay at the gym for an hour until all three of you had to go your separate ways again. it had been about two weeks since all three of you were able to hang out together. who knows when the next time would be?

you then decided you just need the savor the present moments with your boyfriends.

30 more minutes pass in which all of you have worked on different body groups - your boyfriends helping each other with their chest workouts, and jihoon helping you on some of your weighted exercises, giving you tips and pointers on how to make it challenging, but not overwhelming. all three of you take a break from the exercise, getting some water as you lay down on your mat and your men sit on different benches.

“how do you guys do this everyday?” you question in astonishment. “it’s only been 30 minutes but i feel like i got in a workout for the rest of the week,” you grab your phone and scroll through some of your apps while your boyfriends laugh at your joke.

“you just gotta keep it consistent honey,” wonwoo comments. “the more you do it, the less harder it becomes.”

“and the faster you get the results you want,” jihoon adds in. “wonwoo and i didn’t get our physiques overnight. remember those late nights when one of us would have to facetime you at the gym?”

your pussy throbs at the memories jihoon unlocked for you. “how could i forget when you both unintentionally teased me with your muscles?” you murmur in your head, thinking about your last gym facetime with jihoon and how you wanted nothing more than for him to pin you down after seeing him in a tight, sleeveless black shirt, hair covering his eyes.?

“y-yeah,” you whisper biting down on your lip, quickly and tightly closing your legs to prevent the boys from catching on. “i don’t think i ever told you guys this, but i’m proud of you both for working so hard to take care of yourselves. and trust me, i definitely see the work you put in.”

wonwoo chuckles, running his hand through his hair. “i think you need to elaborate honey, what does that mean?”

you roll your eyes as you sit up, looking directly at wonwoo when your response comes out of your mouth. “i think you know what i mean, baby,” you tease as you roll up to your knees. “you and jihoon are too hot to handle,” you bite your lip as your mind continues to drown in your needy thoughts. “your arms are so built that i want to be pinned down or choked by them practically every day. when you both wear oversized shirts, you can still see the details of your chest muscles, and god, both of you have the waist of greek gods.. you’re my fucking adonises.”

“mmm, is that so honey?” wonwoo questions, but he already knows the answer. “if that’s the case, then come over here and sit on my lap, let me show you how this gym work can be put to very good use.”

you stand up, walking towards your boyfriend and when you’re close enough, gingerly putting one leg over his, making sure your pussy pressed against his crotch. once you feel situated, you begin to grind on wonwoo’s lap, hands pressing down on his shoulders, moaning at how you could feel his hardness at you just got started.

wonwoo quickly takes notice in how you were lost in pleasure, your eyes closed and your head falling back, revealing how pretty your neck and their lines looked. he takes advantage of this opportunity, and pulls you closer by the waist, holding you by your lower back. wonwoo then attaches his lips above your collarbone, pillow-like kisses heightening your sensations.

“mmmm,” you moan in ecstasy, sounds getting a bit louder as he kisses his way down to the valley of your chest. “mmm, wo’neil, more pl-please,” you reach for the nape of his neck and pull him forward to bring him to the exact spot he’s trying to reach. he smiles knowing both of you were on the same page, and starts mouthing at your breasts, leaving open kisses and licks anywhere he could.

jihoon was watching you both intently from his corner of the room, but when he heard you moan beautifully for the third time in a row and he saw wonwoo making love to your chest? he was done being a spectator. he had to join the action.

you and wonwoo are so caught up in each other that neither of you notice jihoon walking up to you both and stopping once he reaches your backside. his fingers grasp the hem of your bra and gently pull it up, causing you and wonwoo to momentarily freeze. your tilt your head back to look at your boyfriend, in a trance from how wonwoo riled you up.

“jihoon?” you question as he sits you up to pull your bra over your head, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“couldn’t let the two of you have all the fun,” he teases, now moving to touch your mounds. “such a beautiful body you have, baby,” smirking at how with every touch, your nipples got perkier.

you moan out jihoon’s name as wonwoo goes back to making you feel good with his mouth. the feeling of both of them on you has your toes curling and your panties getting wetter.

“shit, w-wonwoo, ji-jihoon,” you breathlessly whisper their names. “needed you both so bad, i missed this so much,” your last word turns into a moan when wonwoo feels up your clit through your shorts.

“jihoon, she’s so wet already,” wonwoo chuckles circling his thumb over the center of your crotch, enjoying the many noises that left your mouth. “we’ve barely even started honey, you wanna share with the class?”

“i’m practically about to make a spot on these shorts, i’m dripping wet for the both of you! take me on the floor, the wall, this fucking bench - i don’t care, i just need you both inside of me,” you desperately plead.

both of their dicks twitch at your words, and they share at look with each other. they nod their heads in agreement, and wonwoo places his thumb in your chin, ensuring all of your focus was on him.

“stand up pretty honey,” he commands, and you do, trying not to lose your balance. once you’re off wonwoo, jihoon slowly pulls your shorts down your legs, revealing the black, strappy panties you decided to wear.

amused, wonwoo trails his fingers over your waistband, pulling it away and then letting it snap against your skin. your core gushes, not expecting wonwoo playing with your panties to have such an effect on you.

“oh my god, please!” you whine. “no more teasing, i don’t think i can take it.”

jihoon laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple, fingers playing with your earlobe. “c’mon wonwoo, help me get our baby to the mirror.”

wonwoo gladly obliges, turning you around to have your back facing his chest. he helps you walk backwards as jihoon temporarily leaves you two, making sure the door was locked.

you turn your cheek toward wonwoo as his back finally presses against the reflective material, fingers slowly crawling towards your folds to touch you again - this time without any clothes blocking his way. “why do i get the feeling that you and hoon planned this before i got here?” you scoff in disbelief, but it quickly turns into another moan as wonwoo begins a scissoring motion that had your body aching for more.

“and if we did?” jihoon smirks, making his way back to you. he kneels when he gets in front of you, blowing lightly on your folds and you think you might pass out from the combined feeling of oral and physical touch in your most sensitive area.

“y-you guys are some-something el-else,” you can barely muster as jihoon begins to inhale your scent down there, groaning and mentioning how good you were going to taste.

“and i bet she would taste good too jihoon,”’wonwoo chimes in. “every time i’ve eaten you out, you’ve always filled my appetite. you’re so satisfying. you taste so sweet, pretty honey,” he brings his fingers out from inside you and brings them to your lips. without another thought, you suck dramatically on his fingers, enjoying how wonwoo pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth.

he pulls off with a pop and he goes to your chest, grabbing at any skin he could get his hands on. you press down on his hand as you brace for more, whimpering at how good it all felt.

you weren’t expecting to get louder however, and that’s when jihoon finally decides to put his mouth to use. he leaves one long lick on your clit, and your body breaks out in good shivers.

“oh my fucking god,” you breathe out, feeling like you were going to an otherworldly paradise. jihoon doesn’t stop there and continues his motions, alternating the pacing of his tongue.

“you like it when jihoon eats you out baby?” you nod frantically. “such a pretty little thing when you’re getting fucked out.. maybe i should fuck you from behind? hmm, put my tip in just a little bit and get you writhing for me,” he curves the shape of you ass and spanks the left cheek, causing you to tilt forward a bit as you cry out.

“please, please keep talking that way wonwoo, it s-sounds so good coming out of your mouth!” jihoon can’t help but laugh to himself because you were right, the more wonwoo talked dirty to you, the wetter you became, and all he wanted was to have your juices covering the bottom half of his face.

“such a needy, desperate little girl.. you love a filthy mouth don’t you?” before you can respond, wonwoo’s tongue roams on the edge of your earlobe and you whine out for your boyfriend.

“that’s right, keep calling my name out like that.. who’s helping you get off like this?”

“you are! wonwoo, wonwoo!”

“and be nice princess, who else is making you feel good? he’s working just as hard as me,” wonwoo tilts your head down to have you view jihoon, still making love to your folds like a pussy-starved man. jihoon looks at you with the most cunning, seductive look and you fear your coil could come undone any second.

“jihoonie,” you moan, biting down on your lip. “you’re making me feel so good down there, but i don’t know how long i can la- ah!” his tongue goes at its fastest pace since you three started and that’s all it takes for you to finally release, chanting both of your boyfriend’s names like they were the only words you knew.

jihoon moves his mouth away from the lower half of your body, a cheshire grin sweeping across his face, knowing his wish for today finally came true.

“came so much that you got it all over my face baby,” he licks his lips and the move has you clenching again, even though you had an intense orgasm seconds before. “dirty talk does something to you because you were dripping on my lips.” you blush at jihoon’s intimate statement as your body tries to slump to the floor, but wonwoo brings you back up.

“can’t have you laying down just yet, do you think you can handle another round princess? i do wanna put my dick inside of you, but only if you’re ready. what about you jihoon?”

the mentioned male nods in agreement, “yeah neither of us has filled you up yet, and i don’t think we can go anywhere until we’ve accomplished that.”

you look at the clock in the room, and there were about 10 minutes left before you guys had to leave. surely that’s enough time for one more orgasm.

“okay, but this time, i actually wanna see some skin from you two,” you pout. “i was the only one naked, and that’s not fair.. lemme see all of your work,” you innocently tease, doe eyes making them both horny.

“you really are something else,” jihoon expresses as he takes off his jacket first, then his shirt. wonwoo follows suit, hoodie coming off and his shirt following, both of their outerwear now in a small pile.

“you’ll have to help us with our pants though if you want both of us in your pretty little holes,” wonwoo remarks.

you sigh, knowing that even though you will get what you want, it’s not gonna come to you easy. that’s what it was like dealing with your gymrat boyfriends.

“yes baby,” you whisper as you come down to your knees, pulling down wonwoo, then jihoon’s pants and boxers down, revealing their pretty and girthy dicks.

“hm, i guess those late nights were worth it,” you say to yourself.

Guardian Angel - Jeon Wonwoo

Synopsis: Wonwoo is a mysterious individual. Not that he tried to be, but he always had his guard up. He didn't want to fall casualty to a world that could turn so cold. Can you be the one person that finds the secret passage into his world?

Pairing: College Student!Jeon Wonwoo x fem. reader

Genre: "I'm here for you" girl meets "I'm not good at opening up" boy

Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ cannot wait to bring all of these into reality First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino

Warnings: mentions alcohol consumption

Word Count: 3.7k

Being friends with Kim Mingyu came with a lot of perks. You always had an invite to the biggest parties on campus, knew someone who could walk you home when you had a bit too much to drink, and a constant study partner who would bring coffee to the study sessions.

On the outside, it is easy to assume you and Mingyu were a couple. And you knew one day, Mingyu would make a woman very happy. I mean, he was the poster child of what it means to be a Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

Yet, you have never been attracted to Mingyu like that. Of course, he treated you like royalty, but in some ways, he was showing you the way you deserved to be treated. Mingyu was always the one to give you dating and relationship advice, which was extremely helpful given he was able to give the male perspective. And vice versa, you were always there to hype up and encourage Mingyu to go after women he found attractive. Despite the confidence he exudes, he was a rather shy individual.

Your friendship with Mingyu was a prized possession in your life, and you never wanted to do something to risk. Even though you had a crush on his best friend, Jeon Wonwoo.

Unlike Mingyu, you knew next to nothing about Wonwoo. You often saw him every now and then when he was out with Mingyu, but the two of you never seemed to exchange words. There was just something about him that lured you in.

And you were hoping tonight would be the opportunity to change that.

For the past few weeks, you have been trying to gather intel on Wonwoo. Most of the time when you hung out with Mingyu, you asked about his best friend. It didn't take long for the giant man to put the puzzle pieces together. Instantly, Mingyu devised a plan to try to get his two favorite people together.

Midterms would be coming to an end on Friday, and he knew everyone would want to come out and celebrate. Rather than going to the bars, Mingyu suggested he hosted a house party filled with his closest friends. Both so everyone could be comfortable and enjoy themselves, but also so Wonwoo might open up more during the party. He wasn't the type of guy who preferred going out on the weekends. Often, his weekends were filled with either studying or playing video games. Mingyu was almost certain that a house party could get his introverted best friend to come out of his room.

After sending different outfit options to Mingyu, and each text was responded with "looks good," you decided on a black jeans and a black, long-sleeved crop top. You wore gold jewelry for the comparison, but also decided to wear your hair down for now. You did keep a white scrunchie around your wrist, in case you or someone else might need it throughout the night.

Your goal was to look presentable, but not too over the top. It was a house party, after all. Tonight would be a great opportuntiy not just to hang out with friends you haven't seen in a while, but also maybe know Wonwoo on a deeper level. While yes, you did like him, you were unsure of where his mind was at. Even Mingyu was clueless on Wonwoo's love life as it was a topic rarely they engaged in. Being friends with Wonwoo could always be the start.

With a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Berry Lemonade held by your hip, your free hand knocked on the door. You could already hear music and chatter coming from inside. Growing out of hopping from frat house to frat house, house parties were becoming more of your comfort zone. Maybe that's what it meant to be an upperclassman?

"Hi Barbie!" "Hi Ken!"

Mingyu quickly retrieved one of the bottles from you, making your load lighter. You could have managed carrying both, but that was Mingyu just being himself. He wrapped his free arm around you to pull you into a hug. "Woah, you're wearing perfume tonight? Must really want to impress someone."

Quickly, you pulled back from the embrace and slapped his chest. Your eyes narrowed on him before he broke out into a fit of laughter. Yeah, Mingyu definitely was not your boyfriend.

"You do look great though, y/n!" "Not half bad yourself, Gyu," you laughed.

The two of you ventured into the kitchen after closing the door. Mingyu's parties never got too crazy. He always knew who was invited, and it was always known nobody else unless an invite was extended by Mingyu himself or you asked if you could bring someone along with you. He just never liked the unpredictability of strangers entering his home. Wonwoo and him also despised the clean-up afterwards too when people didn't respect their home. That was one way to never get invited again.

Upon entering the kitchen, you were greeted with cheers. Both from the guys invested in the game of Flip Cup but also by the ones that noticed you. Seungkwan, Dino, and Hoshi were all grinning at you. Currently, it seemed like Seungcheol and Joshua were going head-to-head in a match with Dokyeom and Jeonghan waiting there turn. Vernon, Minghao, Jun, and Woozi were all spectating. All that was missing was Wonwoo.

Noticing you take a headcount, Mingyu grinned. He's gotten to know you all too well over the course of your friendship. "He's out back on the patio," he whispered into his ear.

He must have been able to escape with the guys distracted, and the bodies that filled the first floor of their college townhouse apartment.

"Y/n! Wanna take a shot?" Hoshi shouted to you. "Hell yeah."

A little liquid courage never hurt. Mingyu chuckled as he got to work preparing your mixed drinks for the two of you. Hoshi was eagerly pouring out shots for the 14 people. He must still think Wonwoo is in the room.

"Hey, where's Wonwoo?" DK finally asked once he finished his turn with flip cup. "Oh, I think he must have slipped outside," Mingyu quickly responded. "I can go check on him after," you offered.

It was not unusual for you to take on almost a 'mother' role. Like Mingyu, you liked being there for people. You liked when people felt uncomfortable around you or that you could help someone out, no matter how big the task might be.

"That's our eomma," Dino shouted.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't wipe the smile off your face. It did really feel good to be seen in positive light.

Mingyu placed your red solo cups in front of you. You smiled at the sight of your mixed drink, knowing that it would help the liquor slid down your throat. You weren't the biggest fan of vodka, but if you had something to chase? You were golden. Plus, you were now able to take your drink and able to slip away to find Wonwoo.

"Alright fuckers, some of us are seniors. Top dogs, but we always have our pack to support us. " Hoshi began. Oh boy.

Promptly, DK started barking which encouraged the rest of the boys to join in. Sometimes you question why you are friends with them, but you knew they were all irreplaceable.

"I just love you guys so much." Uh oh. Looks like Hoshi has already had a bit more to drink than the rest of the group. "Here's the last few months before we become boring."

The shot glasses dropped down to the table before meeting all of your lips. You cringed a bit at the feeling of straight vodka hitting your mouth but quickly swallowed. With your free hand, you were able to rid of the taste with the mixed drink which made you immediately relax. You sighed as you could already feel how warm your stomach felt from the liquor entering your system.

"Go get your boy," Mingyu teased you in a hushed tone. "HEY! Secrets makes frenemies and I want us all to be besties," Hoshi shouted as he caught you and Mingyu talking. "Relax, tiger. I'm just telling her where I think Wonwoo ran off to."

Hoshi seemed to relax before instantly distracted by the next game Jun proposed. Mingyu sighed, knowing he was going to be on Hoshi duty tonight. Again. You patted his shoulder comfortingly before slipping away to the porch.

Keeping your drink above your head, so you wouldn't accidentally spill or drop it on anyone or anything, you navigated through the crowd of people. For someone who liked to keep parties small, there was always a large turn out for Mr. Popular. You offered friendly smiles at familiar faces, as you kept your eyes locked on the back patio.

As the people around you began to dissipate, you saw a figure sitting on the steps of the back porch. It wasn't much of a porch really. Just a set of wooden steps with a deck, but it was like luxury to any college student. It also is why people favorited Mingyu's spot for partying on the weekends.

You were able to easily identify the person outside just based off the broad shoulders. It has been quite a few weeks since you last saw Mingyu, but you liked seeing how long his hair has gotten since then. You always thought he looked better with a bit of length to his haircut.

Gently, you slid the back patio door hoping not to startle him. He did, however, whip his head around to see who was responsible but then immediately relaxed when he saw it was you. While you two were not close yet, he recognized you. Wonwoo also knew just how important you were to Mingyu, so you were never seen as a threat. Quite frankly, he just didn't know how to approach you since the two of you had not had a proper conversation one-on-one.

"Oh hi, y/n," he called out gently. His voice was always calm in his deep tone. It was oe of the things you adored about Wonwoo. His voice was calm to you like the ocean, and you always seemed to cling onto every word he spoke.

"Hey Wonwoo," you said in your usual tone, not wanting to be perceived as a threat. "Mind if I join you?"

His eyes slightly widened as he heard you. Only the guys ever really approached Wonwoo, so it was a bit surprising that someone would want to accompany him.

"Oh um sure."

Wonwoo scooted over from where he was sitting, offering his spot for you. You smiled appreciatively before fully stepping into the patio. You closed the door behind you, both to respect Wonwoo's privacy and to keep the house warm. It was apparent that Wonwoo had wondered out here for a reason, so you wanted to respectful and show through your actions you were someone he could trust. You also were not wanting to hear Mingyu nagging at you for causing the electricity bill to rise in the month of March.

Slowly, you made your way over until you sat down next to him. You set your drink but the edge, so if you accidentally spilled, it could go into the grass rather than the cute boy beside you.

"Enjoying the party?" Wonwoo asked in a soft tone.

It wasn't monotone. It was his usual deep tone. But as he spoke, you noticed that his gaze was seemed to be locked on the moon above the two of you. It was still a bit chilly when the sun was hidden, but you were comfortable. The alcohol definitely aiding.

"Yeah, actually. Much better than being coped up studying," you joked.

"Yeah, I feel you," he sighed. You watched the way he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. It was such a little thing, something he probably doesn't even think about it. Yet, you found it to be the most adorable thing. "You're in the political science program, right?"

Your heart undeniably did a little flip knowing that he remembered that detail to you. Maybe Mingyu has held up his promise and talked to Wonwoo about you, not just saying he had to make you feel more at ease. You nodded your head as you looked over at hi. It was just a habit of yours. You didn't expect him to look over at you, but you wanted to show him that you were present in the moment and ready to listen to whatever he wanted to say. Or even if you two just sat here in silence for a little. There was just something screaming within you that you he needed you tonight.

You just had no idea that he knew anything about you given that you only were on first name basis.

"Yeah," you spoke softly, unable to wipe the gentle smile on your face. "And you're in the computer science program?"

Wonwoo nodded, smiling a bit as well. Wonwoo never was the guy he thought people took interest in. Honestly, every day, he feels just blessed to say he has some of the best friends who want to drag him out of his bedroom. Most people might not even notice his absence. And Wonwoo did that subconsciously, just as a defense mechanism. He has been on the receiving end of bullying and life's unfortunate events. He just found himself isolating more as a way to cope.

"If you don't mind me asking," you began, biting your lip. "Why are you out here by yourself? Is everything ok?" "I think?"

You couldn't help but frown at Wonwoo's response. You were too familiar with the uncertain feeling and knew how troubling it can be. While everyone faces their own difficulties in life, you never liked hearing that other people are struggling.

"I just," he began to open it up.

Now you were the surprised on. Never before would you expect to be Wonwoo's confidant, but you knew it was a job title of upmost importance. You just hoped your surprised expression was not portrayed on your face. If Wonwoo needed someone to vent to, you'd gladly step up.

He glanced at you to see if you were listening. Satisfied to see your eyes on him with a soft gaze, he let out a shaky breath. For the first time in a while, he felt like he was able to confide in someone. He knew the guys were always in his corner, but he ever wished to worry them too much. To some extent, Wonwoo prided himself in his own ability to take care of himself.

It was just that he's been struggling for some time.

"Everything is changing," he chuckled almost out of self-pity. "It's just been hitting me that all of this," he motioned to the party behind him. "Will not be here in a few months. Hell, not even in a few weeks since we all graduate soon. I know I should be in there partying it up, living in the present but I cannot help but think of how we all won't be together like this and it makes me sad."

It was almost like looking into the future as Wonwoo described his inner turmoil. You and Mingyu, and a few of the other guys, were still had another year or two left in college. However, Wonwoo and the other guys would be graduating this upcoming May.

"Do you know where the other guys have decided to go?" You asked in a quite tone. You hope you weren't upsetting him by your questions.

Wonwoo slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think Seungcheol and Jeonghan are moving to the city. Seungkwan has talked about moving in with them once he graduates next year. Joshua and Jun have jobs lined up in their hometowns, so they'll be moving out probably at the end of May. Hoshi? I have no clue. He hasn't even applied to any jobs yet. And Woozi and I have been applying to graduate schools. He's leaning towards business and I think I want to go in a more software engineering route."

"Have you heard back from any schools yet?"

Wonwoo couldn't fight the smile creeping on his face. He knew you cared deeply about Mingyu's friends, but he never thought he would be looped into that circle. He always kept his distance just because it was just convenient, it's what he knew. It also kept him safe in a world filled with chaos and unpredictability.

"Yeah, I actually heard from two schools, so I'm trying to decide. One of the schools is here."

He whispered the last part. It spoke volumes to you. The thought of Wonwoo staying here meant that you might be able to make things work with Wonwoo. That is, if he was opened to the idea of you dating.

"Like part of me wants to run away from here," he explained.

While you weren't quite at the same stage as life, you understood the need. It was part of the reason why you chose to go away for university whereas all your high school classmates chose more local programs. You wanted a change of scenery, a new beginning.

"So much has changed since freshman year. I'm definitely not the same person I was. I've had my challenges like losing my mom a year and a half ago," he explained. "And all those hard times happened while I was here, so I almost have a need to move and leave the pain behind.

His casual mentioning of his mother's passing brought back memories. You remember how all the guys rallied behind Wonwoo. Some of them even skipped final presentations and exams in order to be there for Wonwoo at the funeral. You knew it wasn't in your place to attend the funeral, but you cooked a warm cooked meal for all of them. It was Wonwoo's favorite dish. It at least wanted to do a nice gesture, so Wonwoo knew he wasn't alone. You still remember dropping the dish off with Mingyu with re-heating instructions.

To this day, he has no idea how that dish arrived. He just figured one of the guys ordered DoorDash.

While Mingyu begged you to stay, so you could give it to Wonwoo himself, you didn't want to overstep. You knew grief takes all shapes and forms, os you thought the best thing you could do was give the space for Wonwoo to feel his emotions.

Little did you know he's been harboring those emotions this whole time, almost two years later.

'But then part of me worries about the younger guys. I don't want them to feel abandoned. I don't want the group to fall apart once we all move, and it feels like if I stay here then I can keep us together even while the other guys go off."

"Almost like you are the glue that keeps them all together?" "Yeah, I guess that's the best way to explain it." "But Wonwoo, what keeps you together?"

He furrowed his eyebrows as he fully looked at you. What an odd question. And based on his reaction, you felt the need to elaborate.

"I mean, it's great that you always look out for everyone. You're a real nurturer," you explained.

Wonwoo has never been described in such light before. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep the blush from overtaking his cheeks. He shrugged though as if it was no big deal.

"But what are you doing to take care of yourself? I'm not asking you to make a decision now to either stay or go because going to grad school is a big decision. Congratulations, by the way. That's incredible!"

How could you always see the positive side of things? How hasn't life damaged your spirit like it has for him? How could you see good in him when he often failed to see it in himself?

"I know it's easy to feel like you need to harbor your own emotions because it's easy. But Wonwoo, that shit can break you."

Woah. Who would have thought y/n could swear.

"I'm always going to be here if you need me, you know. I'm not just Mingyu's friend, but I could like to consider us friends too, if that is something you'd like. I'm always here if you need a place to vent, especially if it's away from the guys. I know they can be…" you trailed off.

You didn't want to offend Wonwoo as that was his core group of friends. You were just a side character brought in every now and then.

"A lot," Wonwoo finished for you.

You both shared a laugh as you nodded, confirming to Wonwoo that was the word you were looking for. Silence fell over the two of you for a moment. All that could be heard was the sound of people laughing from within the house and the crickets chirping in the backyard. It was peaceful.

"You know, I've always wanted to say more than hello to you, y/n. Thank you for letting me vent. I wasn't expecting for it all to just spew out like that," he confessed.

Looking at him, you nodded a blush had fully taken over his cheeks but a wide smile remained on his lips. He looked too adorable. The moonlight was highlight his facial features which left you starstruck. He truly was built like a God.

You scooted closer so you could wrap your arms around Wonwoo. He tried his best not to let his body go tense. Wonwoo just wasn't accustomed to someone showing him affection in such a physical way. To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he actually had a hug.

Slowly, his arms wrapped around you to pull you in closer. You didn't mind his hold on you was a bit tight. He clearly needed it. Your head rested on his shoulder, which allowed you to get a whiff of his cologne. Teakwood and oak. It made your heart fluttered.

But what really sealed the deal was feeling Wonwoo's head rest on top of yours gently.

"Always here for you, Wonwoo." "Promise?" He whispered. "I promise."

 light a flame | jeon wonwoo | masterlist

☆ synopsis

when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice… but are you able to convince yourself?

☆ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

☆ genre:  smau, university au, coffee shop au

☆ warnings: swearing, drinking, implied 18+ content

☆ status: ongoing, updates every thursday and sunday

☆ started: 07.09.23

☆ ended: 21.03.24

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falling for you - jeon wonwoo

blurb: after joining a new office and job, you find yourself developing a little crush on your coworker wonwoo. will you be able to keep your feelings under control or will things turn into something more between you both?

pairing: coworker!wonwoo x gn!reader

content: fluff, office romance, few curse words here and there, hoshi cameo // lowercase intended

wordcount: 5k

a/n: aaaa i’ve been so excited to write this. i'm blaming this idea on wonwoo’s gda fit because he looked too good that night oof. i hope you all like and enjoy reading! i'd love to know your thoughts on this :)

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you try to calm your nerves as you stand the in the elevator. it was your first day at your new job and it would be an understatement to say that you were panicking and nervous. the elevator door opens and you walk into the office space. people are walking about, busy, while others are working at their desks. you were supposed to meet with a person called jeon wonwoo, but you had no idea where you had to find him or how he even looked. after a few minutes of looking lost and contemplating whom to ask for help, you end up knocking into someone as you turn around.

“oh shit, im so sorry”, you say, looking up to see a tall guy in front of you. his hand reaches out to steady you as you gain back your balance. his free hand adjusts his glasses which had moved when you knocked into him and he observes you, blinking for a few seconds before he speaks.

“can i help you?”, he asks, as if he recognized that you’ve never been here before.

“i’m looking for mr.wonwoo? i was supposed to meet him for my orientation, today’s my first day”, you say and something clicks in his mind.

“right, you’re the new employee”, he says, his voice deep but reassuring. “you can follow me”, he says as he walks ahead, you following beside him.

he leads you to an office and gestures for you to take a seat while he takes a seat too.

“nice to meet you y/n, i'm jeon wonwoo”, he says, reaching out his hand for a handshake. “oh! nice to meet you", you say and hengives you warm smile.

“i'm the team manager and you’ll be working under my team”, he introduces. “if you have any questions or doubts at any point, feel free to come to talk to me”.

that morning, wonwoo gives you brief on the project you were going to help assist the team on. he introduces you to the other team members and gives you time to introduce yourself to the others before showing you your desk where you would work. at lunch break, you just follow the crowd as they all walk towards the cafeteria and you find yourself sitting quietly at another table, not sure how to make conversation with the others. you were nervous about how your new friends would perceive you.

“can i join you?”, a deep voice asks, knocking you out of your thoughts. you look up and it's wonwoo. “sure”, you say and he sits down.

“nervous?”, he asks and you nod again, getting shy. you weren’t the best at social interactions so you were trying your best to not make a fool of yourself in front of wonwoo.

“i'm excited to see how you’ll contribute to the team”, he says, after a few bites of his food, making you smile softly. “thank you, i'm excited too”. you observed wonwoo and found yourself admiring how handsome he was.

back home when you lay in bed, your mind wanders to wonwoo and how he was pretty cute, and handsome he was, especially with the glasses that framed his face perfectly, making him somehow even more charming. you find yourself smiling at that thought only to end up realizing what you were doing and mentally smacking yourself afterward. you would not, never in a million years develop a crush on your coworker.

as the next week goes by, you become busy with the project but you’re also still a bit lost on how things exactly work here. hoshi, one of your team members quickly befriended you and showed you around everything. he was a really sweet soul, and you were grateful. you were scheduled for a meeting with wonwoo later today to get approval on a few designs before proceeding, and you worked the whole night preparing your presentation and what to say so you were confident. but once you find yourself standing in front of wonwoo’s office door, the nerves capture you. you take a deep breath and knock on the door before entering.

“good morning”, he says, his voice gorgeously deep as you sit down opposite him. “how have you been adjusting? all okay?”, he asks, looking at you. his hair falls slightly over his eyes, making him look cute in a way. you cleared your throat, emptying your mind from your not-so-friendly thoughts before answering.

“i think im getting used to the place, but it’s been nice so far. hoshi has been really helpful in showing me how things work”, you say and he nods with a slight chuckle. "he's like that, always so energetic and hardworking", wonwoo adds.

the presentation goes well and you’re relieved, your heart is happy with the compliments and feedback wonwoo gave you and you go to your desk, humming, not knowing you were smiling like an idiot.

“what’s got you all happy?”, hoshi asks. “oh, um, nothing”, you mumble awkwardly as you sit down. “i can move ahead since my designs got approved”, you add, hoping to provide some context to him. but he just raises his eyebrow at you, like he knows what you've been thinking about wonwoo.

as you went to work every day, you still struggled a bit to mingle and interact with your coworkers. you still were a bit more on the shy and quiet side and it took you a bit more time to open up to everyone or feel comfortable talking freely without overthinking or getting anxious. the only person whom you would really talk to is hoshi, and he now gave you company at the cafeteria, where he would tell the funniest stories or interesting things he's come across lately, making you laugh.

on one of the nights, you found yourself working late at the office, past the working hours. you had really wanted to finish up on a few designs since your presentation was the next day, and you wanted to have something cohesive for the client. you were at your desk, so involved in your work that to didn’t notice the extra three hours that flew by. you looked out the window next to you and it was dark now, the streets lit and cars on the road as people were heading back home.

“working late today?”, a voice asks from behind you, and you don’t need to turn around to know who it was – wonwoo. “yeah, i’m just finishing up some stuff for the client presentation tomorrow”, you say. “you're working late too?”, you ask because it was only you and wonwoo at the building floor now, everyone had gone home a while back.

"yeah”, he hums. “are you done? i don’t want you overworking, it’s pretty well past your working hours”, wonwoo adds. “oh-i was just finishing up”, you add and he nods at this information. “but isn’t it well past your working hours too?”, you prompt and he chuckles lightly pushing his glasses back up his nose. “well, work never seems to end for me”, he tells.  “see you tomorrow then”, wonwoo adds as he walks away. the scent of his cologne still hangs in the air as you pack your things up, shutting down the computer and grabbing your bag before walking out.

deciding to grab some dinner, you head to one of your new favourite places in the neighborhood - a ramen café that made some really damn good ramen. but tonight, it seems like everyone wanted to eat here and there was a queue outside. you walked up, taking a spot in the queue. finally, after a bit of waiting the sever guides you to a table. you look around and wonder where possibly you would be seated because all the seats were taken. and that’s when you hear the waiter tell you to sit at the table with the lonely man. and when you look, the lonely man was non-other than wonwoo. wonwoo looks at you puzzled as you look at him but the waiter who’s already walked off. you awkwardly take a seat opposite wonwoo, ready to blast out a full explanation so you don’t look like some weird stalker.

“i didn’t know you’d be here too, i just wanted some ramen”, you start and ramble on about how the waiter just asked you to sit here, giving wonwoo an explanation he clearly didn’t ask for. he’s just sitting there listening to you as he just blinks his eyes. you realize what you’ve been doing and stop, slowly eating your words as you give wonwoo a nervous smile. “sorry he just asked me to sit here, with the lonely guy”, you say in air quotes, biting your tongue. your hands find the menu in front of you, hoping for a distraction.

“didn’t realize i was being labeled as the ‘lonely guy’, over here”, he says amused. “well i guess tonight Ii won’t be a lonely guy since you’re with me”, he adds, making your heart warm up for some reason.

you both order and wait. you watch wonwoo as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt as he gets ready to eat, not wanting to spill anything on his sleeves. but that just makes him look so much hotter than before and you think you’re losing now, your mind going haywire with thoughts and you’re trying to not stare at his arms. you really needed to put a leash on your feelings. you gulp and look down. when you look back up, wonwoo is already looking at you. “so, tell me about yourself, what do you like to do outside of work?”, he asks, sparking a conversation. you answer, hoping that he can’t see how nervous you are as you fumble with your fingers on your lap.

“what about you?”, you ask once you've answered.

“i like to read, though i rarely have time nowadays”.

the food comes and you both eat. you learn that wonwoo likes to read and likes cats, which was honestly so cute. when it’s time to pay, wonwoo hands his card to the waiter, just as you hand out yours.

“i’ll pay, don’t worry about it”, he says. “you don’t have it”, you prompt but he pays anyway. you thank him again outside and you’re just about to part ways when he asks. “do you live nearby?”. you blink at him. “yeah, but i can take a taxi”.

“i’ll drop you, besides it’s pretty late”, he says.

“it’s fine, I don’t want to bother you anymore”

"i really don’t mind”, he says so that’s how you’re now in his car as he drives you home. you just fumble with your coat buttons the entire time as you give him directions. you're nervous to start a conversation with him. why was making small talk so intimidating?

“thank you so much, you’ve been really kind”, you say as you step out of the car.

“see you tomorrow”, wonwoo says as you give him a small wave before leaving.

ever since that unexpected dinner with wonwoo, you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. you found your gaze lingering on him in the office, stealing glances at him. it’s like he’d taken up a part of your mind and you knew where your feelings were going but you refuse to admit it, to give in to it because you’re scared. And you would hate to make things weird between you both too.

“y/n, you remember the meeting with the clients is in the evening right? you’ll be going with wonwoo”, hoshi reminds you. “yup, i know, thanks for the reminder though”, you say and he smiles, giving you a thumbs up as he leaves. after a few hours, you pack your laptop and notebook with notes and hurry downstairs to the parking lot. you look around for wonwoo, not being able to spot him anywhere. Just then, the elevator door opens and he comes walking out as he adjusts his tie as walks towards you. he was wearing a fine suit and it would be an understatement to say that he looked jaw-dropping good.

“sorry if i kept you waiting”, he says as he opens the car door, gesturing for you to get it. “oh- no problem, i just came too”, you say, trying to get your thoughts together as you sit inside the car. during the entire car ride, you force yourself to train your eyes on the road and the conversation mostly consists of the meeting set up with the client.

After the client meeting which went pretty well, you both walk out of the building. “good job today”, wonwoo says. You smile at these words. “thank you”, you mutter softly. you glance at your phone and notice the time – it was dinnertime, well a bit past dinnertime and it would be a lie to say that you weren’t feeling hungry.

“do you want to get dinner? my treat since you bought the ramen last time”, you offer wonwoo and he smiles nodding his head. “sure”.

after dinner, you notice wonwoo checking his watch a few times.

“am i taking up your time? do you have somewhere to be?”, you ask.

“no, just mi-sun might be waiting”, he says. mi-sun? you can see the smile form on wonwoo’s face as he talks about mi-sun.

“she’s the sweetest. i stumbled upon her at a café and we’ve been irreplaceable ever since.”, he says. wait…so wonwoo has a girlfriend?

“oh, that sounds sweet. what does she do?”, you ask.

“what do you mean?”, he asks, confused.

“your girlfriend mi-sun, what does she do?”, you repeat and wonwoo bursts into a chuckle.

“mi-sun is my cat”, he says and you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment that you would love nothing more than to go hide in the corner right now.

“shoot im so sorry, i shouldn’t have assumed”, you stutter out.

“it’s understandable, i didn’t mention she was a cat to start with so it’s my fault too”.

“she’ll just be hungry since i didn’t leave much food for her in the morning”, he adds for context. wonwoo proceeded to show you a few pics if mi-sun and you coo at her. she was a beautiful cat.

it’s been over five months now and you’ve gotten into a rhythm for work. because of a corporate event coming up, you had been a bit busier than usual, planning a lot of things and helping out with the arrangements. you had been working with wonwoo a lot with getting the arrangements and managing the event, making sure it ran smoothly.  and over those five months, you found yourself slowly falling more and more for wonwoo. you knew your feelings but decided to keep them to yourself, no matter how much you wanted to admit it but you would not, could not – you didn’t want to lose this friendship you had with wonwoo because you were selfish and wanted something more.

it's finally d-day for the event that you spent a good month planning and organizing and you were feeling a bit nervous, hoping that everything went smoothly. you stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself one last time before leaving. you chose to wear a cute formal outfit and a new pair of shoes. you reach the event a bit early and help the others with some last-minute coordination before it starts.

you’ve been walking about ever since the event began and the unusually high heels that you don’t normally wear have started making your feet ache, a dull throbbing in your feet, but you ignore it. you finally get to take a seat and your eyes search for wonwoo to win the crowd. where was he? and that’s when you spot him he looks gorgeous and ridiculously handsome tonight that your jaw really did drop to the floor. it was like time stopped as you looked at him. fuck. he looked so good, you could feel yourself getting nervous just looking at him. he was laughing at something someone said, his smile pretty, making your heart leap. the glasses he wore tonight made him look so much hotter and his hair oh my god. that’s when you realised how bad your little crush on wonwoo actually was. his eyes find yours and he smiles. you look away, hoping he didn’t catch you starting before he excuses himself and starts making his way to you. you gulp, trying to calm your nerves. why were you so nervous all of a sudden? pull yourself together you say to yourself as wonwoo approaches you.

"hi", he said, his deep voice like music to your ears. "hi wonwoo!”, you say a little too enthusiastically.

“i was looking for you”, he says making your ears perk up. “you look really good tonight”, he adds, his eyes raking your body, making you smile shyly at his words as your heart races. “thank you. and you too, you look really cool”, you say and he smiles back, making butterflies erupt in your stomach once again. you avert your gaze in your nervousness before looking back up again to see him still looking at you. his smile was so stupidly pretty gosh. you both end up getting split up again because you both had to manage different things. once the event was over, everyone was heading to the buffet for dinner but you just wanted to go home and your feet were killing you now. you were really regretting wearing the new shoes now because it was starting to give you a shoe bite. plus being in the crowded environment had really drained you tonight. you weren't the most social person, so right now all you wanted was some quiet and peace and your bed. you bid goodbye to your teammates and friends and start walking out when you hear a voice calling out for you.

“y/n!”, you turn to see wonwoo running over to you.

“i heard you’re leaving. not staying for the dinner?”, he asks like he’s concerned and also like ‘how come you didn’t say goodbye to me?’

“i’m just a bit tired so thought i’d retire early for the night”, you say. it was like wonwoo was disappointed i little - like he was hoping you’d stay but he didn’t say anything. you bid him goodbye and walk a few steps when you feel a pain in your ankle, letting out a low curse. finding a chair to sit on, you quickly take off your show to see a bruise that had just started bleeding too. you take a tissue off the table and wipe the blood, rummaging through your small bag for a band-aid, which you don’t find. you’re just about to wear your shoe again when wonwoo appears in front of you again.

“did you get hurt?”, he asks, looking at your ankle, noticing the small bruise and blood wiped on the tissue. “does it hurt?”, he asks, worried, sitting down next to you. “i can manage i think”, you say, putting the show back on when wonwoo stops you. “it’s going to bruise more if you walk again, let me get you a band-aid”, he offers, standing up and running in the other direction that you don’t even have time to stop him.

he comes back a few minutes later with a bandaid in his hand, giving it to you. you thank him, quickly putting the bandaid on your bruise and wearing your shoe again, standing up. “i should get going”, you say. “yeah of course. i hope you had a good time”, he says. “i hope you did too”.

that night you get home tired and your feet aching. you change and crash into bed when you get a string of texts from your best friend asking you how the event was. you may or may not have told them about your little crush on your coworker wonwoo and tonight they were absolutely adamant about knowing all the details on how he looked tonight since you had texted earlier freaking out at how good he looked. you put your phone down for a quick second to grab your earphones and pick up your phone again, not bothering to see that your finger tapped on something else on the screen.

your eyes find the voice message button and you start it, raving and rambling on about how good wonwoo looked. “oh my god wonwoo looked so good tonight”, you squeal, punching your pillow as you continue talking. “he was wearing like this low cut shirt, i was losing my mind the entire time i couldn’t even look him straight in the eye. and his glasses fuck he looks so hot with them I can’t. and his hair was styled so well that just made him look even hotter. there’s just something about him that’s so attractive you know. he just looked so damn hot tonight that I think my little crush on him is now a full-blown crush god.”, you finally end the message with another excited squeal and send the voice message. you throw your phone beside you and look at the ceiling. you really were swooning over wonwoo now, pretty badly too and no matter how hard you tried to downplay your feelings, they would always erupt back up whenever you saw or were around wonwoo. he just had that effect on you.

your phone pings and you open it, seeing a text from your best friend – “yo where's the description of your crush tonight, i need all the details SPILL”

huh? i just sent it right? but you don’t see the voice message in the chat and you’re confused. you scroll through your most recent chat and right below your best friend was wonwoo’s chat. you open it and see the voicemail that you sent. the one that was meant for your best friend, but got sent to wonwoo instead – fuck.

no. i did not. you realize you just fucked up big time. you quickly scramble to delete it but no use because there’s a tick mark indicating that wonwoo read the message. he saw it – or should i say heard me basically cry and swoon over him. “fuck fuck fuck”, you let out, throwing your phone aside and burying your face in your pillow.  "i’m such an idiot”, you groan into the pillow, overthinking ever single scenario possible that could happen now.

how the hell were you going to face him tomorrow morning? he definitely had to think you were some super weird person now. what if he fired me oh god. you went through some pretty bizarre scenarios before you finally managed to fall asleep.

that morning, you struggle to get to work. you’re honestly contemplating calling in sick so you could avoid confronting wonwoo or just seeing him because you were so embarrassed. thinking about what you had done last night made you want to throw your phone away and hide somewhere. but then you decide that it would be weirder if you skipped going and besides you had some projects to complete and deadlines to meet. you reach work trying your best to avoid wonwoo in the elevator so you take the emergency staircase to your floor. you peek out and make sure the coast is clear before stepping out. you manage to shuffle towards your desk and quickly open the book nearest to you so that you look busy.

it's lunchtime now and you hadn’t seen wonwoo yet, which was a relief. you decide to skip lunch, too scared to bump into wonwoo at the cafeteria and stay behind, saying that you weren’t hungry as your other team members left to eat. you hide your face in the newspaper as you scan the room for any sign of wonwoo.

“not having lunch?”, a voice asks, making you jump.  you look up seeing wonwoo. Shit.

“n-no, i'm not really hungry today”, you mumble and he nods at this information. you quickly excuse yourself to the washroom before he can say anything else, face-palming yourself as you hide in the bathroom for the rest of the lunch hour.  how the hell was you supposed to continue working here after you basically gave an direct confession to wonwoo that you liked him? should i quit? maybe i should start looking for another job.

the entire week you’ve been acting weird and suspicious, not really eating lunch or going anywhere besides your desk because you just wanted to avoid wonwoo. and you knew that wouldn’t last long because he was in fact your team leader, so you were going to have to meet at some point, but avoiding him felt better for now. that was until you were summoned to wonwoo’s office in the afternoon to discuss the new project you would be taking on.

“hi”, you say as you take a seat. you don’t meet his eye, shy and still embarrassed about the voicemail. you try to observe wonwoo’s behavior and demeanor but nothing’s changed. he gives you a brief on the project and what is needed for you to do and you take notes like you usually do. after the meeting is over, you’re about to get up when wonwoo stops you.

“you didn’t eat lunch today either”, he says, a hint of worry in his voice. “i wasn’t hungry”, you lie and he looks at you.

“are you avoiding me?”, he asks straight forward. “n-noo”, you answer a little too quickly. “if you’re trying to avoid me because of that voice message please don’t”, he says and the elephant in the room is finally being addressed. you look down, closing your eyes for a second before trying to give him an explanation for the voice message.

“firstly im so sorry that was a mistake”, you say, your gaze flickering between him and your notebook. he still made you nervous.

“that was meant for someone else”, you let out and he raises an eyebrow at this new information.

“it was a mistake”, you say softly, giving him a nervous smile.

“please don’t avoid me, i don’t want things to get awkward between us because of a voice message”, he adds and you nod in understanding.

“so", he says as he clears his throat. "do i really make you nervous?”, he asks, leaning forward. you suck in a breath and look down before looking back up again. you don’t know what comes over you as words start leaving your mouth. “i really do like you”, you say, your hand quickly going to cover your mouth after what you just said. what was wrong with me .he smirks softly at what you just said. “i didn’t say that”, you whisper nervously.

“you’re cute when you’re shy”, he says, making your heart leap in your chest. did wonwoo just call you cute? was this actually happening?

that night you literally punch your pillow a million times recalling the moment wonwoo called you cute. but does that mean he likes me too? or was he just saying that? you were confused but every time you recalled the moment, and ended up smiling like an idiot.

it’s been a few days since your confession to wonwoo and you’re still trying to play it cool and lowkey try to avoid him, which seems impossible now because you’re assigned to work on another project with him, the one he briefed you on a few days back. he’s in work mode and just looks so cool in his element. you have to shake yourself up and peel your eyes away from him, focusing on your own work. because of a few misunderstandings between the client, they needed the initial presentation on the proposed design a bit earlier, so you were putting in extra hours to get that completed, staying later than usual to complete it. wonwoo is still here too, busy with his own work which like he said before, never seems to end.

it's dinnertime and you’re hungry but you can’t leave yet, not quite done with what you needed to finish today. you sip on some water and ignore the hunger in your stomach. ten minutes later you hear the rustling of a plastic cover and turn around to see wonwoo walking towards you with a few containers.

“i got us some dinner”, he says, taking a seat in the empty chair beside you. “thank you”, you say, honestly really grateful because you were really really hungry. you end up taking the first few bites too quickly and wonwoo notices, telling you to eat slowly. you both eat barely making any conversation.

“you’re a really good person y/n”, wonwoo says, breaking the silence. “it’s really a joy to work with you and see you every day”, he says. this was it, he was going to draw a line and reject you. you gulped, preparing yourself. “honestly when you first joined, i was intrigued about you. and over these last few months of getting to know you better, you seem like a really fun person. and over the last few days, i’ve tried to gather my thoughts and feelings about you and i want to get to know you more”, he says, making you tilt your head to the side, confused.

“would you like to go out for dinner with me, or maybe coffee?”, he asks and it takes you a whole 30 seconds before you realize that wonwoo is asking you out.

“i-i would love that”, you say, trying to hide the smile that wants to burst on your face.

“that voicemail though, It still makes me laugh whenever i hear it”, he says. “you didn’t delete it??”, you ask. “why would i?, he says, teasing you. “you’re unbelievable”, you let out, crossing your arms over your chest. and that’s how you ended up dating your coworker whom you swore you would never fall for.

bonus: three months into dating, it's mostly a secret right now among your coworkers. expect hoshi, boy is too quick to pick up on these things and is just so happy for you and will tease you about it too. so then one night you and wonwoo are in his office trying to finish up something and everyone is gone, it's just the both of you. wonwoo puts the papers down and pulls your chair closer to him, making you look up at him. and before you can say anything he kisses you. "wonwoo!", you exclaim, getting shy. "what? no one is here hm", he adds with a chuckle. "oh yeah", you say, remembering it was just you two. "in that case, i could use another kiss?", you tell with a smile, leaning in to kiss wonwoo. and maybe ya'll do end up forgetting about the work for a few minutes...

pls tell me all your thoughts on this, did you like it 😭

best friend | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: language

word count: 2136

summary: in which wonwoo surprises you with food during your study session, but the generous act starts a fight that leads to deep emotions being expressed

a/n: i reread @milfgyuu ‘s Getting Closer (read if you’re a wonu/gyu thinker such as myself) and fell in love with wonwoo all over again... two hours after reading i finished this fic. also i watched my college’s soccer team play yesterday and soccer player wonwoo lives rent free in my head

“Are you still studying?”

Pulling your eyes from your math textbook, you glared up at the irritable owner of the voice, who stood in front of your table. Jeon Wonwoo, your best friend and star captain of the soccer team.

“Yeah, well, not all of us can be geniuses who effortlessly get top marks,” you muttered, looking back down at your textbook and writing down a few more notes. You heard the chair in front of you screech and felt a presence now sat in front of you.

“I can’t tell if you’re jealous of me or if you want to kiss me.”

You groaned, placing your pencil down as you rolled your eyes. Wonwoo only snickered, placing his backpack on his lap to pull something out of it. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, watching as he pulled out a few Tupperware containers.

“What the hell is this?” you questioned, eyeing the food in front of you. Wonwoo opened each container, the smell of each dish making your stomach grumble.

“My mom sent a ton of food, and I thought, I can’t eat this all by myself, but then I remembered I have a nerdy best friend who forgets to eat sometimes. So here I am.” Wonwoo pulled out two pairs of chopsticks, which he definitely stole from the ramen place you ate at yesterday, handing you one before opening his own and starting to eat. You held the packaged chopsticks in your hand, blinking at your friend.

“We could’ve just gone back to your place,” you stated, opening the chopsticks before dragging a few dishes towards yourself. Wonwoo pushed a few more your way before pulling two sodas out from his bag. You cocked your brow, pointing at him with the chopsticks. “Damn, did you bring your whole fridge?”

“Funny,” he scoffed with a mouth full of food. He swallowed before continuing. “Besides, I brought the food here because I knew you wouldn’t want to leave while you were studying. So eat.”

The pair of you sat in the library for another hour, with you managing to eat and read while Wonwoo took out his Nintendo Switch and played Mario Kart. You didn’t look at the time until the last person besides you two left the building, making you wonder how late it was.

“Shit! It’s 2 AM?” you gasped, shutting your books and closing the empty Tupperware. “I have my first exam at 7 tomorrow!”

“You mean today.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, helping Wonwoo put the containers back in his bag. He pushed your hands away, putting the rest away himself. “Shit, I can’t believe this. I should’ve just sent you back so I could finish studying. Fuck, I feel even more stressed. I can’t believe you distracted me with food,” you scolded. Wonwoo scoffed, standing up from his chair abruptly.

“Yeah, I can’t believe I would go to my game, go back to my apartment, then walk all the way here with my backpack full of food just to feed my friend. Such a dick move, really. I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again,” Wonwoo retorted, zipping his bag before standing up. “Sorry for being such a terrible friend. I’ll try not to ruin your day anymore.”

Wonwoo began to make his way to the front entrance, leaving you stood beside the table with your jaw slack. You scoffed, following after him and walking out the door behind him. As you both got outside, you put your hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face you.

“Dude, you know I didn’t mean it like that! I just -”

“Just what? Listen, I never wanted to talk about this with you, because I get it. You’re stressed, and you feel like if you don’t study for 20 hours straight you’ll fail your exams. But I feel like you never appreciate what I do for you. I care so much - more than you could ever know - but get nothing in return. You never show up to my games, even though I always talk about how important they are to me. You never eat lunch with me, and you never go to club meetings with me! The only reason you’re still in the Japanese club is because I always cover for your ass!” he cried out, cheeks red with emotion. He took a few deep breaths, voice calmer as he continued. “I try so hard to not notice your absence in my life, but I can’t help it. All I want is a friend who cares for me as much as I care for them, and I want to believe you care about me and I’m just being dramatic, but I can’t ignore everything you do,” Wonwoo sighed, furrowing his brows as he looked down at you. “Or should I say don’t do?”

You knew he had a point. As angry as you wanted to be about his outburst, you knew you had no right to be upset. He was right, you were never there for him as much as he was there for you. It had been like this since sophomore year when you finally declared a major and busied yourself with trying to catch up with everyone else. You would always ditch lunch dates with him and have only attended three of his games in the past two years. Honestly, you were shocked that you haven’t been kicked out of the Japanese club as well, seeing as you’ve only gone to the first meeting, but Wonwoo’s words made you realize just how bad a friend you were.

“My friends have been trying to tell me to stop trying with you,” he admitted, your eyes getting teary at his words. “I never listened to them. I couldn’t imagine getting rid of our friendship. I thought I could push through - I thought I could live without feeling your love. But I can’t. I don’t know why I care so much about you but I can’t stop. You mean so much to me, it scares me. But you’re so bad for me… I can’t keep doing this.”

“Wonwoo,” you mumbled, watching as he looked away with tears in his own eyes. You could sense that he was trying to let go of you now, but you were stubborn. You couldn’t lose the best thing in your life. “Please, just… hear me out.” Your words made him sigh, his head turning back towards you but his eyes not meeting yours. You bit your lip back, forming your thoughts before continuing. “I’m sorry, first of all. I know I’ve been an awful friend to you these past few years, and if you still want to drop me after I finish talking, I understand. It’s what I deserve. But Wonwoo, I do care about you. I can’t use my stress as an excuse, because I know I’ve done that too many times in the past, but I want you to know that you were the only person keeping me from losing it. All the food you’ve brought me, all the spontaneous movie nights at your place, and the notes you took for me while I studied for another class… without you, I’d probably be a college dropout, still living with my parents. If I could I would stand here forever and express how grateful I am, just to make up for how much I’ve ignored your actions. But if you give me a chance - if you allow me the opportunity to be a better friend - I promise I will never let you doubt our friendship for another second. I know it’s easy for me to just say that, but I will not let you down. If I ever make you feel like shit again, you can leave. Just please, you can’t… I need you in my life, Wonwoo. I... “ you trailed off, inhaling deeply before finishing. “I love you.”

You waited for two minutes, watching the wheels turn in Wonwoo’s mind as cars passed by and college students yelled in the distance. You weren’t focused on them though, only concentrated on your friend. You thought he had already gotten rid of you in his heart, your eyes falling to stare at the ground. But when you felt his hand tug on your hoodie sleeve, you perked up, eyes on him as he whispered.

“I’m afraid that the way you love me isn’t the same way I love you.”

You heard his voice crack, your eyes widening at his words. Your heart was racing and heat rushed to your cheeks, now matching his. Wonwoo’s hand remained on your hoodie, fingers tightly gripping the fabric. You blinked, hearing him sigh.

“I’m sorry. You should go back and sleep. You have your exam soon,” Wonwoo stated, pulling his hand back. He looked at you one more time, biting the inside of his cheek before turning away, starting his walk back to his apartment. He left you alone once again, your mind running a mile a minute. When you finally came to your senses, you ran after him, catching him just before he crossed the street. You put your hand on his shoulder, turning him to face you. Instead of talking, you grabbed his face and pulled him down towards you, your lips meeting in a long-awaited embrace.

It took him a few seconds to register what was happening, but when he finally did, his shoulders relaxed, and his hands covered yours. He kissed back with more passion than you, his hands running up your arms, over your shoulders, and down your spine before finding their place on your waist, underneath your hoodie. He shivered at the feeling of your cold skin, pulling you closer as if to try to warm you. Craving his warmth, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his.

Wonwoo never failed to make you feel warm. You never thought much about it until tonight, but Wonwoo was the only person who could make you feel the way he makes you feel.

He was the first to pull away, but your bodies remained close as you stared at each other, out of breath from the kiss. You both opened your mouths to speak, words tangled with one another as you spoke. Wonwoo cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“You first.”

“Okay.” You inhaled, then began. “I hope you know that kissing you was not a way for me to get you to stay. I have thought about doing that so many times, but I never knew…”

“That I was in love with you? I could say the same thing about you,” Wonwoo stated, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry for being so terrible to you.”

“It’s okay. Well… not entirely. It still hurts, really bad, but I think I’ll be able to get over it. I’ve discovered the cure to my sadness, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, watching him grin. He pressed his lips against yours, a smile growing on his face as he pulled away again.

“Your kisses. I’m now cured of all sadness.”

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “And you call me the nerd.”

“You are the nerd. But you’re my nerd.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that. Let go of me - I can’t be friends with a cliché!”

“Oh - friends?” Wonwoo blinked, his hold on you loosening slightly. You blinked as well, feeling a sense of awkwardness rush over.

“Well I - we are friends but… did you…” you trailed off, unsure of how to say what you wanted. You and Wonwoo took a step back from one another, arms now crossed over your chest and body feeling colder than before.

“I mean… I kind of figured since we… kissed…”

“Are we… together now?” you asked, eyes hopeful as you looked up at him. He avoided your eye contact, but the blush on his cheeks got redder than before.

“If that’s what you want as well,” he stated, catching your eyes. You both looked away this time, a small smile resting on both of your faces.

“I would, very much so.”

You and Wonwoo locked eyes, your smiles widening as you embraced one another in a tight hug. Warmth spread throughout your body again, and you felt as if your smile could never fade.

“I promise to be better for you, Wonwoo, and to never make you doubt my love for you,” you mumbled into his chest, holding him as if you would never let go. Wonwoo buried his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin.

“And I promise to be there for you always and to never let you skip a meal.”

“Funny.”

“I try my best.”

to wish impossible things | jeon wonwoo/yoon jeonghan

pairing: wonwoo x jeonghan

genre: angst, fluff, past love

warnings: language, mild smut, kissing, dry humping(?), i can’t think of anything else so please tell me if there’s more

word count: 3704 

summary: in which wonwoo and jeonghan reminisce about their past on wonwoo's wedding night

a/n: this is the first member x member fic i’ve ever finished… if it doesn’t do well here i posted it on ao3 (which is where i think it’ll do better tbh). pls enjoy it and make sure to play the final song when the link comes up to make the ending better :D

“I’m going to get some air, okay?”

It was the first time throughout the entire night when Wonwoo could finally be alone, the wedding reception bustling with old and new friends who wanted to catch up with the newly married idol. He felt his husband (it felt so surreal to say that) squeeze his hand, a worried glance spared his way, but Wonwoo quickly eased Mingyu’s worries with a reassuring smile. The elder of the two waltzed past the dance floor, being stopped by a few guests before approaching the door to the balcony of the venue. He slid the door open, a gust of the cold, October air swirling around him as he stepped outside and shut the door behind him. He hugged himself tightly, taking a seat on one of the metal chairs that were placed outside. He sighed at the now muffled voices from inside, bringing his hands together to warm them.

The view was better at night, Wonwoo concluded as he observed the lively city of Seoul. He remembered the first night he spent in Seoul as a young child, telling himself that he would never get tired of the city. He smiled softly as he recalled his past, his slightly tipsy state putting him in a melancholic mood.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice interrupted his trip down memory lane, Wonwoo not even needing to look to know who was at the door. He could recognize Jeonghan’s voice faster than he cared to admit. The mentioned man slid the door shut, then moved to sit down on the chair beside Wonwoo. “Shit,” he muttered, shifting slightly in his seat. “These chairs are cold.”

“Metal is a thermal conductor,” Wonwoo stated, leaning comfortably (or as comfortably as he could) against the chair’s back. Jeonghan hummed at his words, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked out to the city.

Wonwoo turned his head, eyes on Jeonghan as the elder smiled at the view. Wonwoo wondered if Jeonghan’s thoughts were the same as his, that Seoul was beautiful and that he could never grow tired of it. He wondered if memories of their members and his life played through his mind like they did in his own.

“Do you remember that one night you, Joshua and I went out to the convenience store and ate nearly ten packs of ramen?” Jeonghan spoke up, not looking at Wonwoo as the words left his mouth. Wonwoo nodded, eyes moving away from Jeonghan and back onto the city. So he was thinking of the past.

“The one by our dorm, yeah. We almost got caught for that,” Wonwoo mentioned, hearing Jeonghan giggle to himself. Wonwoo felt his heart pound at the sound.

“Yeah, we did. Actually, I did,” Jeonghan informed, moving so his hands were placed under his thighs. The suit jacket wasn’t doing much to keep him warm, and neither were the thin pants Seungcheol bought him. He tucked his feet under the chair, smiling over at Wonwoo. The latter turned his head, eyes widened slightly at his hyung.

“You did? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly make it known,” Jeonghan stated, eyes falling to the ground as he recalled the memory.

“Yoon Jeonghan, come here,” their dance instructor beckoned, all eyes falling onto the newer member of their group. The boy kept his composure, handing Jihoon the iPad he held before following his dance instructor and another staff member outside of the practice room. His heart was beating hard against his chest, but he made no expression of nervousness as the door shut and the two adults peered down at him.

“One of the staff mentioned seeing you coming back to the dorms after curfew,” his dance instructor stated. Jeonghan noted how her arms were crossed and her eyebrows were furrowed in disappointment. He bowed his head, thinking back to last night when he, Joshua, and Wonwoo left the dorm to go eat ramen. His two dongsaengs were afraid of being caught, so they left a bit earlier than Jeonghan, who stayed back to clean their mess. The older boy sighed, prepared for the scolding he would receive.

“Did you leave last night, Jeonghan?” the other staff questioned. Jeonghan nodded. “Look at us when we’re speaking to you.” The seventeen-year-old looked up, eyes on the two adults once again.

“Did anyone else leave with you?” his dance instructor asked, Jeonghan’s head tilting slightly. How stupid did she think he was? Did she seriously think he would out his friends for his mistake?

“No, ma’am. Just me,” Jeonghan responded, voice clear and promising. The two adults shared a look, Jeonghan watching as they communicated with their eyes. His dance instructor sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

“You’re cleaning the practice room once we’re done, and expect a scolding when you get back to the dorms. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Go back inside, now. Tell everyone to start practicing the choreography we learned earlier.”

Wonwoo clapped at the end of the story, Jeonghan furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he looked back up at the younger man.

“You sounded so cool, Hyung! ‘Was anyone else with you?’ ‘No ma’am, just me’,” Wonwoo mocked the voices of the instructor and Jeonghan, the latter smacking his arm as he laughed.

“Yah, I do not sound like that!” he whined, causing Wonwoo to laugh. They both grinned at each other until Wonwoo got shy, looking away from his older friend.

“You always have looked out for us,” Wonwoo mentioned, seeing Jeonghan nod in his peripheral vision.

“Always will, too.”

Silence fell upon the balcony, the two men back to staring at their precious city. Wonwoo was back to drowning in his thoughts, visions of his past leaving a contented look on his face. That is, until Jeonghan giggled to himself, gaining Wonwoo’s attention as he looked to his hyung.

“What’s funny?” he questioned, hearing Jeonghan giggle once again. The older man looked at him, a contagious smile adorning his face. Wonwoo smiled back, gently smacking Jeonghan’s thigh. “What?”

“You and Mingyu,” Jeonghan began, his giggles stopping but his grin remaining. “You guys couldn’t have been more obvious.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wonwoo questioned. Jeonghan only shook his head, his grin turning into a soft smile.

“It’s just what everyone expected, Wonwoo-yah. You guys are practically joined at the hip, and you always have been,” Jeonghan informed him, Wonwoo gasping at his words.

“Have not! And if anyone was obvious, it was you and Cheol-hyung,” Wonwoo retaliated, now being Jeonghan’s turn to gasp.

“No, we weren’t!” Jeonghan shoved Wonwoo slightly, the younger chuckling at his hyung’s action.

“You totally were. More obvious than Seungkwan and Vernon,” Wonwoo informed him, causing Jeonghan to scoff.

“Oh, please. Those two were more obvious than Zendaya and Spider-man.”

“You mean Tom Holland?”

“Whatever, you geek,” Jeonghan shrugged off, but quickly took back his words as Wonwoo nearly pushed him off his chair. The elder cackled, sitting back correctly on his chair before turning to Wonwoo. He sighed softly, making Wonwoo aware of the sudden shift in mood.

“What’s on your mind, Hyung?” Wonwoo asked, leaning forward slightly to place a hand on Jeonghan’s knee.

“Were we obvious?”

“Was I too obvious?” Wonwoo asked, hearing his members' complaints about his poor attempt at playing charades echo throughout the practice room. He laughed at their words, moving to sit down while Vernon took his spot standing in front of everyone. Wonwoo felt a hand pat his thigh, his head turning to look at Jeonghan, who smiled at him.

“You did good, Wonwoo-yah,” the boy stated, causing Wonwoo to smile back. He had only known Jeonghan for a month, and it was a little awkward between them, but Wonwoo knew Jeonghan was a good person. He was starting to like his new hyung a lot and hoped they would be friends for a long time.

“Jeonghan…” Wonwoo trailed off, hearing Jeonghan sigh softly.

“I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything,” Jeonghan stated, placing his hand over Wonwoo’s, which still rested on his knee. “But, it’s not like anything will happen between us again, right? We’re both in happy relationships. You just got married, and I’m going to be married in a few months. What’s the harm in a little reminiscing, my aegi?”

“Jeez, I haven’t heard that nickname in years,” Wonwoo exasperated. Jeonghan took Wonwoo’s hand fully in his, smoothing his thumb over the back of his hand. “You know I hated that nickname, right?”

“Sure, my aegi,” Jeonghan teased, using his free hand to pinch Wonwoo’s cheek. The younger man groaned, swatting Jeonghan’s hand away. He pouted, earning a chuckle from his hyung. “See, you are my aegi. You still act like one.”

“I don’t ever act like a baby. I’m a grown man, hyung,” Wonwoo argued, trying to move his hand away from Jeonghan’s. The elder just held on tighter, now holding Wonwoo’s hand with both of his. Jeonghan cooed, rubbing his hands against Wonwoo’s.

“You’re freezing. Are you sure you want to be sitting out here?” Jeonghan asked. Wonwoo glanced back inside the venue, nodding his head.

“Let’s wait until the dance floor dies down a bit,” Wonwoo mumbled, looking back at Jeonghan. His older friend smiled softly, nodding at his words.

“Whatever you want, Wonwoo-yah.”

“Pick whatever you want, Wonwoo-yah. I’ll pay.”

Jeonghan’s words made a happy smile reach Wonwoo’s face, a rare look that made his hyung smile as well. He watched as his dongsaeng ordered a few items off the menu before turning back to him with a content look. Jeonghan ruffled Wonwoo’s hair before ordering his food and paying for their order. He took the receipt from the cashier, thanking them before following Wonwoo to a booth nearby.

“No ‘thank you’, my aegi?” Jeonghan questioned, hearing Wonwoo groan at the nickname. Jeonghan giggled, watching him shrink in the seat across from him.

“I told you to stop calling me that, hyung,” the boy grumbled, acting as if it was the end of his world if his hyung called him a baby. Jeonghan found it endearing, nonetheless, knowing his dongsaeng did act like a baby at times.

“I can’t help it, Wonwoo-yah. You’re my aegi, and you can’t do anything to change that,” Jeonghan stated, winking over at Wonwoo. The boy groaned once again, hiding his face behind his hands. Jeonghan took note of his sweater paws, smiling from ear to ear at his cute group member.

“Order 39!” the cashier called out, Jeonghan checking his receipt and confirming it was his order. He moved to stand, but Wonwoo got up before him.

“I’ll get it, hyung. You paid, after all.” Wonwoo left to get the two trays of food while Jeonghan watched. As he walked back over, Jeonghan helped him place it down before sending him to get their drinks. Eventually, a comfortable silence fell over the two as they ate their dinner. Once they finished, the pair stepped outside the restaurant and began to walk back arm-in-arm to their dorm. Everyone was inside when they got back, eating takeout or sleeping in their rooms since they were too tired to go out with Jeonghan and Wonwoo.

“How was dinner?” Mingyu asked, Wonwoo plopping down beside him on the couch. Wonwoo grabbed a video game controller, joining the game Mingyu and Jihoon were playing.

“Good. Jeonghan-hyung paid,” Wonwoo answered, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge so they wouldn’t fall off. Jeonghan smiled from his spot in the dining room, now sitting at the dining table with Joshua and Seungcheol.

“Really?” Mingyu gasped, turning around so he could look at Jeonghan. “Will you pay for me if I go next time?” he asked, Jeonghan humming at his question.

“It was a one-time offer, Mingyu-yah. Sorry,” Jeonghan answered, watching the tall boy frown before turning back to focus his attention back on the television. Wonwoo was already dominating in the game despite having only been playing for less than five minutes. Wonwoo cheered as he won the game, looking back at Jeonghan with a grin that made Jeonghan’s heart melt. Jeonghan sent him a thumbs up, earning peculiar looks from the other two at the table. Jeonghan ignored them though, focusing on how Wonwoo sent him a finger-heart before asking Jihoon to start a new game.

“To answer your question,” Wonwoo said after a few moments of silence, “I don’t think we were obvious.”

Jeonghan nodded, still holding Wonwoo’s hand in his own. His skin was still cold as ice, so Jeonghan tried his best to keep him warm.

“I don’t think we were either,” Jeonghan agreed, a sad smile on his lips as he looked down at their hands. Wonwoo sighed, and before Jeonghan knew it, Wonwoo had scooted his chair closer and rested his head on his shoulder. Jeonghan looked down at the younger man, glancing at the tired smile on his face.

“I loved you a lot, hyung,” Wonwoo began, catching Jeonghan off-guard. Wonwoo’s smile fell into a small frown as his eyes focused on their joined hands. “Sometimes, I wonder why it wasn’t us in the end; why I ended up with Mingyu and you with Cheol-hyung.”

“I wonder about that too, Wonwoo-yah,” Jeonghan mumbled, resting his head against Wonwoo’s. The younger snuggled his face closer to Jeonghan, eyes closed as he inhaled his hyung’s cologne. He forgot how it felt to be this close to Jeonghan. Jeonghan felt the same, relishing in Wonwoo’s presence.

“Do you remember when you spent Christmas at my house?” Wonwoo asked, squeezing Jeonghan’s hand gently. His heart was pounding against his chest.

“How could I forget,” the elder whispered, the pair going quiet as they thought back to that night.

“It’s late, boys. We’re going to bed, and you should too.” Wonwoo’s mother called out from upstairs, the two boys wishing her goodnight before cleaning up their mess in the living room. Wonwoo wanted to keep playing video games, but Jeonghan’s sleepy form beside him told him he should go to bed. The pair went upstairs to Wonwoo’s room, brushing their teeth in the bathroom before burrowing themselves under the covers of Wonwoo’s bed. It was a cold, December night, everything quiet except for the quaint chirping of the crickets outside. Wonwoo curled into a ball, knees pressed to his chest as he attempted to warm himself. Jeonghan, ever the observer, pulled Wonwoo close to him and wrapped his arms around the boy.

“Hyung,” Wonwoo whined, trying to move away. Jeonghan rolled his eyes at his attempts, hugging him tighter to make him stay.

“Stop pretending like you don’t like me, Wonwoo-yah,” Jeonghan whispered, feeling Wonwoo’s body relax slightly at his words. Jeonghan pulled him closer, Wonwoo’s back now pressed against his chest. “See, now I can keep you warm, my aegi.”

Wonwoo’s groan made Jeonghan giggle softly, the elder pressing a kiss on the back of Wonwoo’s cold neck. Wonwoo shivered at the touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Jeonghan quirked a brow at his reaction, deciding to test the waters a bit more. He leaned his face forward, pressing another kiss to the back of Wonwoo’s neck. When Wonwoo didn’t react, he continued, his lips ghosting over the boy’s skin. Jeonghan’s lips moved from the back of Wonwoo’s neck to his shoulder, where he sucked lightly on the skin near his collarbone. That got a big reaction out of Wonwoo, who turned around in Jeonghan’s arms.

“Hyung, what are you doing?” Wonwoo asked quietly, watching as Jeonghan’s body moved in the dark. Jeonghan pushed Wonwoo so he was laying on his back, and he moved so he hovered over Wonwoo with his arms on either side of the younger’s head. His lips ghosted over Wonwoo’s neck once again, moving only slightly to nibble on Wonwoo’s earlobe. Wonwoo whined slightly and shut his eyes, the feeling of Jeonghan now kissing at the spot behind his ear making his toes curl. His hands grabbed at Jeonghan’s sweatshirt, bunching the material in his fists as his hyung continued to press his warm lips against his cold skin. Eventually, Jeonghan’s lips moved from his neck to his face, placing one last kiss on the corner of Wonwoo’s lips. The younger one opened his eyes, finding Jeonghan already looking back at him.

“Wonwoo-yah…” Jeonghan trailed off, moving his hand to run his fingers through Wonwoo’s hair. Wonwoo only hummed in response, bucking his hips up into Jeonghan’s. The elder groaned softly, head falling to rest on Wonwoo’s collarbone. Jeonghan knew he had to restrain himself, seeing as Wonwoo’s parents were next door to them. However, Jeon Wonwoo was making it very difficult for him as he thrusted his hips up against his again. Jeonghan moved to fully straddle Wonwoo, his weight preventing the younger from moving underneath him.

“Hyung…” Wonwoo whined, releasing Jeonghan’s sweatshirt from his fists before they found their way under the thick fabric. Jeonghan shivered at the feeling of Wonwoo’s cold hands against the skin of his torso, but he couldn’t find it in himself to tell him to stop. He craved Wonwoo’s touch more than anything, and he wasn’t about to stop it before it even truly began.

“What do you need, my aegi?” Jeonghan asked, head lifting from Wonwoo’s collarbone. The younger’s eyes faltered from his stare, causing Jeonghan to smile lovingly. “Hm?”

“Can you kiss me?” Wonwoo mumbled. If Jeonghan wasn’t as close as he was, he wouldn’t have been able to hear the boy.

“What was that, my aegi? I’m going to need you to speak a little louder,” Jeonghan teased, watching as Wonwoo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut out of frustration. Jeonghan took his opportunity to lean forward, lips against Wonwoo’s ear once again. “Tell me what you want, Wonwoo.”

“You,” Wonwoo whimpered, voice cracking slightly in desperation. Jeonghan pulled his face back, watching as Wonwoo stared back at him. “I want you, hyung. Please.”

Those words were all Jeonghan needed to make his move, the older leaning down to hover his lips over Wonwoo’s. He pulled back a bit, searching Wonwoo’s eyes for any hint of regret. However, when he looked at Wonwoo, all he could see was a look which he could only describe as love.

Jeonghan’s lips finally met Wonwoo’s in a long-awaited embrace, the difference in their body temperatures making the kiss all the more euphoric. Wonwoo’s arms wrapped around Jeonghan’s waist as Jeonghan’s hands tangled themselves in Wonwoo’s dark hair. It was that night that the pair became one. They let go of their fears and worries, cherishing each other in ways they’ve both desperately longed for. At the end of the night, as Wonwoo slept soundly with his head resting on Jeonghan’s shoulder, Jeonghan swore nothing could ever change his feelings for Wonwoo. He was in love, for the first time, and he was happy that it was reciprocated by someone as clueless about love as he was.

“Wonwoo-hyung, they’re about to play the final song,” Chan’s voice sounded, the two men sitting up straight and turning towards their dongsaeng.

“I’ll be there in a second, okay? Thank you for telling me,” Wonwoo stated, watching Chan nod before sliding the door shut. Wonwoo sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. A hand on his thigh made him turn his attention back to the person beside him.

“I’ll always be here for you, Wonwoo-yah. Even though it didn’t end up as we thought, I can say truthfully that I am happy for you. Mingyu loves you, and I know you feel the same for him,” Jeonghan smiled, his eyes glistening slightly as he spoke. Wonwoo felt a lump grow in his throat, his lips starting to quiver slightly.

“I’m happy for you too, Hyung. And I’ll be here for you too, I promise,” Wonwoo said, voice cracking slightly as he finished his sentence. He bit his lip back, a tear falling from his eye. Jeonghan cooed, wiping the tear with his thumb.

“Don’t cry, my aegi,” Jeonghan whispered. “It’s your wedding day, right? Go in there and end your night happily.”

Wonwoo nodded, standing with Jeonghan to prepare to go inside. Before Jeonghan could reach for the door, Wonwoo pulled him close, enveloping him in a tight hug. Jeonghan didn’t hesitate to hug back, arms wrapping around the taller boy’s neck tightly. Though, in fear that he would never be able to let go if they continued, he stepped back after a few moments and slid the door open with a sad smile.

“Go on, my aegi. Go to your husband,” Jeonghan whispered, placing a hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder before gently pushing him inside. He followed the young man in, hearing the guests cheer as Wonwoo made way to Mingyu. Jeonghan sighed, moving through the crowd to reach Seungcheol. The older man smiled at his fiance, grasping Jeonghan’s hand in his.

“Did you talk to him?” Seungcheol asked, placing a hand on Jeonghan’s waist as the final song began to play. Jeonghan nodded, moving his free hand to rest it on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“I did,” Jeonghan answered, leaning forward to lay his head on Seungcheol’s chest. They swayed slowly to the song with the other couples, though everyone had their attention on the newlyweds. Jeonghan watched as Mingyu whispered in Wonwoo’s ear, a grin appearing on Wonwoo’s face as he pressed a kiss to his husband’s lips. Jeonghan looked away, moving his head so he could smile up at Seungcheol. He really did look handsome tonight, dressed in a black tux and his hair parted beautifully in the middle. Jeonghan reached up to run his hand through Seungcheol’s soft locks, an endearing smile reaching his fiance’s face.

“I love you,” Seungcheol stated, pulling Jeonghan close to him. Jeonghan shut his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Seungcheol.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled, knowing he was in the arms of the last person he would ever love in this lifetime. Despite everything, he was more than okay with that. Wonwoo may have been Jeonghan’s first love, but Seungcheol was his last love; his forever love, as Mingyu was to Wonwoo. And while first love mattered to the ones who experienced it, the last love was the one with the greatest impact.

the pixie | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: smut, fluff-ish

warnings: cunnilingus, penetration (fingers), edging, biting (let me know if there’s anything else!)

word count: 2785

summary: you’ve always been told to not become friends with the pixies. they’re mischievous creatures, who steal and create chaos amongst the town. one day you were having a picnic in the woods, in the clearing with the pond. you had turned away for only a second, looking back to see that your cookies had disappeared. following the cookie crumb trail, you come upon a white-haired boy, sitting against a tree munching on your cookies. one thing leads to another, and the white-haired boy has you lying on your picnic blanket, his head between your thighs and his glowing eyes sending a chill throughout your body

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long omg. it was originally supposed to be an nct jaemin fic, but after reading it again, i started to think about pixie wonwoo and… well, as you can see i ended up changing the pairing to wonwoo x reader instead of jaemin x reader :P i hope you enjoy! this is my first full smut, so feedback is appreciated!

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deluxe version | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, a dash of angst

warnings: cursing (just one word)

word count: 963

summary: in which you and wonwoo spend some alone time together

a/n: i just wanna hold wonwoo and tell him how much he means to me, yk??

You woke up in the middle of the night, cold and confused. Wonwoo was not by your side anymore like he was when you had fallen asleep.

You got out of bed, throwing on one of Wonwoo’s hoodies before venturing out into your apartment. It’s a small space, with just a bedroom and a kitchen/living area. Wonwoo had always mentioned he could pay for a bigger apartment, but the memories kept you attached to this place. It’s where your first date was, where he asked you to be his girlfriend… every crevice of the apartment had witnessed your journey as lovers, and you couldn’t part with it just yet. That’s not to say there weren’t times where you envisioned yourself somewhere new, with Wonwoo by your side. You dreamt about it often, and Wonwoo admitted he had too.

Until that dream can become reality, though, you could deal with the one-bedroom apartment for a little longer.

He wasn’t in the kitchen, and the living room was empty as well. Your eyes went to the window, which was cracked open just slightly. There, you saw a dark figure sitting on the small balcony, facing away from you and out towards the city.

You approached slowly, not wanting to startle him. You knocked softly on the glass, watching Wonwoo flinch only a little before turning around and catching your eye. He leaned back from his spot on the ground, opening the window to let you in.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, only peeking your head through. The cold air had already turned your nose red, and you saw the redness evident on Wonwoo’s nose as well. He shrugged, as if he wasn’t affected by the cold, Spring weather.

“This hoodie’s pretty warm, and someone gave me these pretty cozy socks, so I’m good.” You glanced over at his feet, which were covered by a pair of very fuzzy Scooby Doo socks. You grinned at the sight, moving to step onto the balcony.

“I thought you hated them,” you said as you sat down beside him, poking his foot and hearing him giggle slightly.

“I don’t hate them. I could never hate anything you give me,” he smiled, reaching over and grabbing your hand. You sighed, feeling his cold fingers entangle with your warm ones. You took a few moments to get comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder and grabbing his other hand to warm it up. When you felt his head rest on top of yours, you spoke.

“So… What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this at this time of night?”

Wonwoo didn’t hesitate to laugh, his head moving slightly so he could press a kiss to your forehead. You smiled at the action.

“Just needed some alone time, is all.”

You stayed silent for a moment, squeezing his hands slightly.

“Alone time?” you mumbled, lifting your head from his shoulder and releasing his hands. “Oh, shit—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disrupt you.” You stood up, getting ready to leave through the window. “Get back to your alone time. I’ll be in bed, okay?”

“No,” Wonwoo quickly let out, his hand reaching out to grab yours. You peered down at him, furrowing your eyebrows at his actions.

“No?” you questioned.

“No,” he repeated. “When you’re here, it’s like being alone,” he explained, a bashful blush spreading across his cheeks—or maybe it was just the cold. “It’s like being alone, the deluxe version.”

You blinked at first before a small chuckle left your lips. Slowly, you dropped to your knees, reaching your hands out to cup his freezing cheeks. After pressing a kiss to his pursed lips, you grinned.

“You, Jeon Wonwoo, are the biggest dork I’ve ever met. But I have to admit—I like you, but like, the deluxe version.”

Your words made Wonwoo laugh in response, this time louder and a lot more heart-wrenching (in a good way, obviously). He leaned forward, pecking your lips before standing up and holding out his hand.

“Let’s be alone together in bed, yeah? It’s a lot warmer in there.”

You didn’t hesitate to take his hand, following him inside and to your bedroom. The covers and the close proximity of bodies helped warm you two up quickly, bringing content smiles to both of your rosy faces.

Just before Wonwoo could fall asleep, with your arms wrapped around his torso, he heard you mumble.

“Why did you need alone time, if you don’t mind me asking?“

He paused briefly, thinking over your words.

“It’s not really important anymore. I was thinking one thing, but turns out I was wrong. Got it all figured out.”

“I’m glad,” he heard you whisper before you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest. Wonwoo sighed deeply, his hand reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

Truth is, Wonwoo was doubting himself. He was thinking about you, your relationship, and how someone like you would want someone like him. He was always busy with work, and recently with the new album out, he was busier than ever. You always reassured him, but he knew you were hurting inside. He knew because it hurt him too, especially on those lonely nights he would spend in his dorm instead of next to you, like he was tonight.

He went to the balcony to think about all of this. but as soon as you showed up, soft eyes on him and a smile that gave the sun a run for its money, every negative thought he had disappeared.

Yeah, he was alone most of the time, and yeah, he liked being alone. But since being with you, he’s realized he liked to be alone, as long as he was alone with you.

You know, like being alone, the deluxe version.

mistletoe | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 561

summary: in which you try to woo your boyfriend during the holiday season

a/n: a little something to post because i realized i haven’t posted in nearly half a year and i still haven’t finished my requests T-T also happy holidays and happy new year <3 (i wrote this in 20 mins i’m sorry in advance)

“Babe, it looks like Santa barfed in our living room.”

Wonwoo’s voice brought your attention away from your decorations and to your front door, where he was stood with a few bags from the grocery store. You must’ve been so focused getting the star on the top of the tree without falling off the ladder that you hadn’t heard him walk in.

“Merry Christmas!” you cheered, excitedly throwing your hands up. This caused the step-ladder beneath you to tip a little to the left, and before you knew it, Wonwoo had rushed to your side to steady you and the ladder. He let out a small sigh of relief when he had his hands on your hips, a slight glare appearing on his face as he looked up at you.

“I swear, you and Mingyu are going to give me a heart attack one day.”

“Oh please, you love us,” you teased, turning back around to focus on your tree. With the star in your hand, you got on your tip toes, feeling Wonwoo’s grip tighten on your hips as you reached forward and placed the star on the top of the tree. As soon as it was secure, Wonwoo grabbed you properly, pulling you down from the ladder and onto the ground. He spun you around, a smile appearing on his face after seeing the grin on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms remaining around your waist.

“Thank you for decorating. It looks beautiful,” he stated, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. He tried to lean forward to kiss you, but just as his lips grazed yours, you pulled back. You then moved completely away from him, heading to one of the boxes you had scattered around the living room. Wonwoo watched as you rummaged through at least three of them before pulling something out. You turned towards him, quickly hiding the item behind your back as you began to step close to him.

“I have a surprise,” you sang, now only a foot away from him. He tilted his head, waiting for you to reveal it. Your hand came out from behind your back, hovering a green plant above your head. “Mistletoe! And you know what that means!” You used your other hand to gesture towards your face, puckering your lips and sending him a few winks.

Wonwoo laughed at your attempts, stepping closer to get rid of the distance in between you two. Unable to hold back his smile, he leaned forward, placing a hand on your hip and the other on your neck before pressing his lips against yours.

You weren’t sure how, but kissing Wonwoo always felt like the first time. You guys have shared countless kisses, yet everytime his lips touched yours you swore the butterflies fluttered. Even for the small pecks in the mornings, when he had to leave your bed to go back to his dorm, the magic was always there.

After a few moments, you pulled away, dreamingly smiling at your boyfriend. Wonwoo smiled back, ruffling your hair before stepping away to grab the groceries he left at the front door. “Oh, by the way, babe. That’s Wisteria. Not Mistletoe.”

With those final words, Wonwoo disappeared in the kitchen, leaving you stood in the kitchen with your lips tingling and the Wisteria hanging at your side.

umbrella | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1393

summary: in which it’s raining and wonwoo comes to the rescue

a/n: i’ve been watching twenty five twenty one. that’s all

“Remember the Personal Project is due next Thursday. Make sure to review your drafts and send them in before the end of today. Have a good weekend, everyone. Class dismissed. ”

You gathered your things, stuffing them quickly into your tote bag before leaving the stuffy classroom and heading down the hall and towards the stairs like the rest of your eager peers. You descended the stairs of the class building, noticing a mass of students stood before the front doors. You tried to see what had caused everyone to crowd, but when you noticed umbrellas being pulled out, and rain jackets being pulled on, you quickly realized the issue. 

The crowd cleared a bit more, your peers seemingly more prepared for the bad weather than you were. Soon enough, you were the only one left at the entrance, eyes on the downpour of rain happening through the windows. You grabbed your phone out of your bag, opening the weather app with a sigh. 

“Shit,” you muttered, reading the predictions for the rest of the day. You would’ve been able to stay inside for a few more hours, but the app predicted a 100% chance of rain until midnight, and the time now was only 6:30. Plus, you were meant to meet your friends for dinner at 7, something about Chan needing a celebration for not failing his Algebra exam (he loves to celebrate meaningless things). You debated just bailing, but you could already hear Chan’s complaints in your mind, so you stuffed your phone in your pocket before opening the doors and venturing into the rain. 

For the first few seconds, it wasn’t bad. However, the wind got a bit harsher as you walked, and the rain started to fall at an angle, soaking your whole body almost immediately. You bit the insides of your cheeks to refrain from getting frustrated, instead stomping heavier towards your destination. 

You didn’t notice it at first, but at one point the rain had stopped pouring on you. You were able to see without having to brush the wetness from your eyes, and drops of rain weren’t falling down your face anymore. You halted your steps, looking up and noticing two things. The first was a yellow umbrella, hovering over you with a hopeful glow, and the second was a person, the owner of the umbrella, who now made eye contact with you. 

“Wonwoo?”

Jeon Wonwoo, a junior and the TA in your psychology class. Jeon Wonwoo, the guy who everyone in your class fawned over, but never got a chance with him because he rejected each and every one of them. Jeon Wonwoo, the guy holding an umbrella over your head while his got poured on. 

“Wait!” you gasped, pushing his arm back so the umbrella would cover him instead. “Thank you, but you should use it. It’s your umbrella.”

“I’ll use it how I’d like, thanks,” he stated, his arm moving again to help the umbrella cover you. “Besides, you’d do the same for me. It’s common courtesy.” 

You stared up at him, allowing his words to replay in your head a few times before you made your next move. Confidently, you wrapped your hand around his that held the umbrella, then used your other hand to grab his coat and tug him close to you. Now, you were both stood under the umbrella, and your faces were only inches apart. 

“You’re right. I would do the same for you. So, let’s just both stay under the umbrella, okay?”

It took Wonwoo a second, but he nodded at your words. Though, unexpectedly he adjusted your positions, moving so his arm was slung over your shoulders and your side was pressed tightly against his. This new adjustment made your heart pound against your chest, so loud that you missed the words that Wonwoo spoke. 

“What?” you questioned, shaking out of your bashful state. Wonwoo smiled, and you felt his hand move down your arm to pull you closer. 

“I asked where you’re heading. I’ll take you there then go to my dorm.”

So you told Wonwoo your destination, a little Pho shop in the town square by campus. Wonwoo’s long legs made it difficult to catch up, but he kept his arm wrapped tightly around you and made sure to slow down if it seemed like you were falling behind. No words were spoken until you reached the restaurant, with you turning so you could look up at Wonwoo. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled, bowing your head at him. When you looked back up, Wonwoo was smiling. “What? What is it?” you asked, suddenly growing self-conscious under his stare. 

“Nothing, it’s just… I’ve been dreaming about being this close to you since you joined Professor Moon’s  class. You’re pretty from your desk, but you’re even prettier up close, too.”

You blinked at Wonwoo’s words, processing them through and through before gasping at his confession. Wonwoo laughed at your reaction, his eyes leaving yours for a moment to look behind you. 

“Seems like your friends are waiting,” he stated, your eyes following his to see Seungkwan, Vernon and Chan sat inside by the window, staring back at you with their expressions similar to your shocked one. You turned back around, shutting your eyes and resting your forehead against Wonwoo’s chest. 

“They’re never going to let me live this down,” you muttered. “What am I doing being this touchy with the TA?” Wonwoo chuckled at your words, patting your back gently. 

“Then, how about I become something else besides your TA? Maybe… your TA who wants to ask you out on a date? Friday? After our class?”

You slowly lifted your head from Wonwoo’s chest, eyes wide as you looked up at him. He seemed serious, though you were afraid he was messing with you. He’s rejected so many girls in your class, so it was hard to believe that he was asking you out despite being desired by others. 

“If that was too forward, I apologize–”

“Friday, after class. I’ll be waiting, Wonwoo,” you stated, managing a calm smile before turning to enter the restaurant. As you opened the door, you turned back, sending a wink towards Wonwoo before stepping inside the warm shop. Wonwoo watched with a smile on his face, then turned away and began his walk to his dorm. 

You passed a few tables before reaching your friends, attempting to ignore their knowing stares as you sat next to Seungkwan. Vernon and Chan were sat on the opposite side, Chan leaning forward to squint his eyes at you. 

“Did you ask him for a better grade so he’s asking you to do something for him in return?” 

“What?” you gasped, shaking your head. “No, oh, my God! No! Who do you think I am, Lee Chan?” you kicked his shin under the table, his grunt earning a few glances from other customers. Seungkwan bowed his head at them in apology, waiting for them to look away before whacking your arm. 

“Then explain why you came here with Jeon Wonwoo so close to you. You guys looked like a couple!” he whisper-yelled, his words making a smile appear on your lips. 

“Well, maybe we will be a couple. He asked me on a date, for this Friday,” you stated, earning gasps and squeals from your friends. 

“Wow, you really got the Jeon Wonwoo to get out of his shell. Congrats,” Vernon grinned, holding up his glass of water. Everyone, including you, held up their glasses, clinking them together before you all took sips of the cold beverage. 

“Yah, he’s probably liked you from the start,” Seungkwan mentioned. “I mean, in class you can just see the heart eyes he makes whenever you answer a question. He’s also not mean to you like he is with everyone else.”

The boys all visibly shivered, recalling Wonwoo’s cold stare and monotone words. You chuckled, taking another sip of your water. As the conversation shifted from your dating life to Chan’s successful exam, you felt your phone buzz, your eyes glancing at your friends before you took it out of your pocket and read the notification. 

From: Pysch TA Wonwoo

You can pick the date spot, BTW. I don’t mind where, as long as I get to be with you.

Eat well with your friends. See you on Friday :)

posted on my smut acc after two years…. 😻

roommate! wonwoo

18+ only!

summary: wonwoo finds your vibrator in the bathroom

warnings: smut, use of a vibrator, reader has a vulva

a/n: my mind has just been wonwoo wonwoo wonwoo wonwoo since maestro released. (it’s been wonwoo wonwoo wonwoo since 2020 honestly)

i've been thinking a lot recently about roommate!wonwoo who you're not super close with. you met him through your mutual friend mingyu, and both of you were looking for a roommate. basically, you’re living together because it's cheap and he seemed nice enough.

you’ve talked with him here and there, and have gotten to know him a little bit. he goes to your college and everyone loves him but he’s sort of quiet and keeps to himself. he likes cats and ordering takeout and if you get home late at night you’ll sometimes find him fucking someone into the couch cushions (he apologized profusely, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset. you think about him whenever you’re in your room, your vibrator on the lowest setting so as to not wake him up).

you like to take advantage of the time you have when he’s not around, so whenever he's not home you like to take a bath with good music and your vibrator. although one day you had forgotten your vibrator in the bath and didn't realize until wonwoo had gotten home. you were in your room, still getting dressed when you heard the bathroom door shut across the hall and the shower head turn on.

you weren’t sure whether to run to the bathroom and try and get it before wonwoo saw (you know it's too late) or to act oblivious and pretend everything was normal when he came out. except when you choose the latter, wonwoo left the bathroom with just his towel wrapped loosely around his hips, and headed straight to your room.

"i think you forgot something," he said simply, holding up your vibrator with a smirk. he was leaning against your doorframe as you sat at your vanity, trying to look natural. the mortified expression on your face, however, gave your facade away.

UGHH and i keep thinking about the different ways this could go. wonwoo being smug and holding this slip up against you to tease you whenever he can. whenever he leaves now, he likes to say something like “have a nice bath.” anything to make your eyes widen and your cheeks burn. this goes on for a few weeks until either you or him break and y’all end up in bed together (or better yet in the bath. wonwoo wants to see how you use your little friend on yourself before he takes it and uses it on you).

or, after going into your room initially to taunt you he could just throw you on your bed and use the vibrator on you right then and there. he knows you’re already needy from using the toy earlier. just the click of the button to turn it on has your body arching towards him. he spends the next hour using the vibrator on you, until it dies. then he just replaces the toy with his hands and eventually, his cock.

wonwoo was grateful for your little mistake. he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on pretending that he couldn’t hear you at night, using your vibrator on the lowest setting as if you thought the walls were soundproof. hearing you moan his name one night, getting whinier and whinier to the point where he was sure you knew he could hear you.

he could definitely hear you now, as he pinned you to the bed and slammed his cock in and out of you. you’re begging to cum for the fourth time and wonwoo is reveling in your sounds. he flips you over and presses your face to your pillows, continuing a brutal pace as his hand reaches around you to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit. you’re cumming again not long after, but he’s nowhere near finished with you.

he makes up for lost time that night, keeping you up for hours after until you’re both passed out in your bed. the next day, you wake up to sound of your vibrator turning on. when your eyes open, wonwoo is next to you in bed, already spreading your legs apart.

“i found batteries.”

living with wonwoo was starting to have many more perks aside from cheapness and convenience.

midnight radio | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, college au

warnings: none

word count: 2390

summary: in which you are a new host for your school’s midnight radio broadcast and wonwoo makes a call to the show

a/n: this has been in my drafts since 2021…

“Good evening, everyone. Welcome to KU’s Midnight Radio. The song you just heard was Sabrina Carpenter’s Bed Chem. I’m Y/N, your host for this semester. As you may know, Midnight Radio is usually hosted by Soonyoung Kwon, or DJ Hoshi, our favorite eccentric dance major, but he’s studying abroad in Japan right now, so I’m here to host the show for him until he comes back in January. 

“You know, I’m actually not that nervous right now, even though I’m alone. I don’t know if any of you know me, but I hosted the show with DJ Hoshi and DJ Hong for a bit during last fall semester. I had a great time since I got to chat with my fellow peers during the late hours of the night. By the way, I hope you’re all having a good night so far. The first week has been really hectic for me, so I’m sure it was for a lot of you too. Make sure to get some rest. After the show, of course.”

You winked at the camera filming you, watching as the comments of the show’s Twitch stream began flooding in. You leaned forward, squinting your eyes to read them.

“Welcome, welcome. I see a few song requests, so I’ll make sure to play some of those later. Does anyone want to have a chat? The number is in the pinned comment if you guys want to talk. I get it if you don’t want to though. I’m having a pretty good time by myself.”

It took only a few moments for the phone to light up next to the laptop. A grin appeared on your face as you reached out to answer it, pressing the speaker button before leaning back to get comfortable in your chair. 

“Name and social security number please,” you joked, crossing your arms over your chest as you smiled over to the camera.

“Wonwoo, 738203830,” the voice answered back, causing you to gasp.

“Did anyone get that? Surely someone wrote that down,” you asked, grinning happily as you leaned forward to read through the flood of comments. “Some people caught that number, Wonwoo. Anything to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry to Kim Mingyu for outing his social security number,” the person stated, his seriousness making you laugh. The person on the phone chuckled too. “It’s not his actual number, by the way.”

“I’d hope not. If we’re thinking of the same Kim Mingyu, I’m positive he wouldn’t let you live another second if you gave that information away,” you laughed again, thinking about your good friend, Mingyu. 

“You’re right. Do you know him? Tall, good cook, thinks he’s good looking?”

“I do, but I’m not going to fuel his already big ego by talking about him during the show.”

“Good idea.”

“So, Wonwoo. Tell us about yourself. Anything interesting going on?” you asked, anticipating the stranger’s answer. Wonwoo hummed to himself in thought.

“My name is Wonwoo. I live off-campus with a few of my friends, Mingyu included. My major is--”

“Sorry to cut you off, Wonwoo, but if I have another awkward conversation about majors my head might explode. I said tell me something interesting! What are you doing right now?”

“Oh thank God, I wasn’t ready to have someone ask what classes I take and why I choose KU as my school. I hate when they ask that, by the way. Why do they care so much?” he questioned, making you chuckle.

“They don’t care. They’re just trying to fill the awkward silence with an awkward question.”

“Right. Well, what am I doing right now? Hm, I’m in my room watching your stream and talking to you. Mingyu’s cooking ramen for our other roommate Vernon, so I might steal some of it when he’s done making it.”

“It’s the right thing to do. But also, why are they cooking so late? It’s 11:30pm right now.”

“Vernon skipped dinner to go to the Asian-American club meeting. He’s one of the club leaders so he had a lot to do tonight.”

“That’s the best club on campus, by the way,” you pointed out to the camera. “Anyway, did you want to talk about anything, Wonwoo?”

“Hmm, let me think of something interesting. Should I ask an academic or existential question?” he asked, your eyebrows furrowing as you thought. 

“While I do love existential questions, I think since it's the end of the first week of school, we should talk about academic things. Don’t make it boring though. Maybe some advice?”

“Advice is a bit boring though…”

“I could just ask the next caller…”

“How do you get close to your peers?” Wonwoo quickly asked, making the smile on your face soften. “I mean, maybe we could give a few tips on making friends?” he suggested. You nodded along, clapping your hands gently.

“I like that, yeah. I know a lot of people, including myself, who had or are currently having a hard time getting close to others. Are you the same, Wonwoo?”

“I am.”

“Really? You don’t seem like it. We’ve had a good conversation so far, I think.”

“Yeah, but it’s easier to talk when you’re not face-to-face with the person, you know?”

“That’s true. Maybe that’s why I feel so comfortable talking to a stranger right now.”

“Maybe… Look, I know we said we weren’t going to talk about Mingyu, but he’s a good example for our question. He’s a talkative person, right?”

“Very talkative.”

Wonwoo laughed. “I met him halfway through my sophomore year. He was a freshman but he was more popular than anyone I knew. He came up to me in the cafeteria when I was eating alone and just struck up a conversation with me. I’m surprised he didn’t stop talking to me after that since I was very quiet and gave him short answers. He’s my best friend now, so I’ve witnessed a lot of encounters when he just goes up to someone randomly and talks to them. We went to the grocery store earlier today and he just started a conversation with a worker in the bread aisle…” Wonwoo paused for a few moments, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I guess I’ve always wanted to have his voice. Not like–not his actual voice, but his ability to talk to anyone and keep them interested.”

You hummed at Wonwoo’s words, eyes on the comments as you spoke. “It seems a few listeners have friends like this too. But, yeah, I get it. My friend Yuqi is very extroverted as well. I wish I could make friends as easily as her, but also, I can tell it’s exhausting for them to talk so much. I don’t know about Mingyu, but Yuqi comes back to our apartment after a party and immediately crashes. She pushes herself to talk to all these people, but it just tires herself out. I’m sure if I tried to be that extroverted, I would probably die.”

“Same. I remember after my freshman orientation week, I slept for twenty-seven hours straight. I was going to sleep for more, but my roommate at the time called the on-campus police saying he thought I was dead.”

“Twenty-seven hours? Jeez, you practically were dead! But seriously, talking to people is so exhausting. Especially during freshman orientation! The amount of people I talked to during then was more than I’ve talked to in my entire life.”

“Of all those people I met, I only talk to one of them today. All of it was pretty pointless, but I’ve heard some people meet their best friends during that first week.”

“Yeah, I met a few of mine during then too. But, anyway, back to the question. How do you get close to people? Well, my advice is to remember that whatever you’re insecure about, whether it's your personality, your body, whatever, it does not matter. When you’re meeting someone, don’t focus on the negative things, like if you’re making a fool of yourself or if you look bad. No one cares that much, and if they do, they aren’t a good friend.”

“This is why it took me so long to make friends. I always felt that no one was listening to me when I spoke, so I convinced myself that I had nothing important to say. But my friends now teach me that my voice matters. Vernon especially. He doesn’t talk much, to begin with, but when he does everyone focuses on him, because we care about what he has to say. And when I talk, everyone looks at me and I feel like they’re listening.”

“That’s important, by the way! Make eye contact when you’re speaking with people. I feel so shitty when people aren’t looking at me while I’m talking. I always trail off and just stop talking. Make eye contact, and don’t multitask when someone is talking to you. It’s rude.”

“Don’t get me started on that. I hate when people are doing other things during a conversation, especially if we’re talking about something deep or important. And I really hate when people don’t listen to me after I just listened to them.”

“Please, everyone, listen when people talk. My self-esteem gets so low when people don’t listen to what I have to say. So please, listen to people and be active in the conversation.”

“Being active in the conversation is really important.”

“Exactly. So, in conclusion, listen, be active, and make eye contact. If you make people feel good while you’re talking, they’ll want to talk to you more,” you stated while pointing at the camera with a stern look on your face. You heard Wonwoo chuckle, causing your hand to falter. “Why are you laughing?”

“You’re just cute,” he answered simply, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks. You looked away from the camera, suddenly feeling very shy. “Wow, really? All it took was calling you cute to stop you from talking?”

“It caught me off guard,” you whined slightly, hiding your face with your hands. Wonwoo laughed at your reaction, causing a wide smile to fall on your lips. You removed your hands from your face, smiling at the phone. “Did Mingyu finish making the ramen?” you asked, resting your arms on the table. 

“Yeah, a while ago.”

“What? Why didn’t you go eat it?”

“Because I was talking to you. But I should go now. I think they’re watching Single’s Inferno without me.”

“Alright, Wonwoo,” you pouted slightly, sighing as you traced your finger on the table’s wood. 

“Don’t sound so disappointed, Y/N,” Wonwoo chuckled softly. It was embarrassing how easily a stranger could make your cheeks redden. The conversation with Wonwoo was the best one you’ve had in a while, and you were sad to end the call.

“I’m not,” you denied, sitting up to scoot closer to your laptop. You read through a few comments before speaking up. “The people don’t want you to leave.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you answered, reading a few more comments. “Someone said you should co-host the show with me,” you giggled.

“That sounds fun. Maybe I’ll look into it for you.”

“Don’t be cheesy,” you muttered with a smile, switching your laptop tabs from the Twitch stream to your Spotify. “Before you go, any song requests?” you asked, trying not to sound sad as you spoke. Wonwoo hummed in thought.

“I’ve been listening to SUHO’s album recently, Self-Portrait?”

“I love that album,” you smiled.

“It’s really good. Could I request a song from it?”

“Of course.”

“Okay… maybe, Let’s Love,” Wonwoo suggested, your heart doing a million flips as you typed the song into the search bar. 

“I’ll make sure to play it next. Thank you for this lovely conversation, Wonwoo. Eat well tonight and get some rest,” you stated. “Tell Mingyu to make me ramen sometime, too.”

“Will do. Thanks for talking with me, Y/N. Goodnight, sleep well after the show.”

The line ended shortly after, a sad smile resting on your face. You sighed, looking back to the camera with a wider smile. 

“Now, I will be playing Wonwoo’s song request. It’s one of my favorites off the mini-album, Self-Love. This is Let’s Love, by EXO’s SUHO.”

You held two more shows on Saturday and Sunday night, silently wishing Wonwoo would call again. You had good conversations with other students, but none were as riveting as the one you had with Wonwoo. It was probably easy to search him up, and you contemplated doing so during your free period between classes on Monday as you sat in the campus cafe with Yuqi across from you. Your finger hovered over the Instagram search button, where you had typed in Wonwoo’s name, but to avoid being a creep, you exited out of the app and placed your phone on the table.

“Dude, found your mystery man,” Yuqi spoke up, causing you to nearly spit out your drink. You looked up at her, raising your eyebrows in confusion.

“What?”

“Wonwoo, that guy you talked to during the show on Friday. He’s in Mingyu’s recent post. They went to some water park,” Yuqi stated, still scrolling through her phone. “They all have really good bodies…” she trailed off, staring dreamily at her screen.

“Are you not going to show me?” you questioned, leaning forward to look at her phone. She giggled at your eagerness, turning her phone to face you.

In the photo, Mingyu was standing next to three other guys, including Minghao, who was a partner of yours in your Photography class. You tapped on the picture, revealing the tags of the others standing with them. There was a person tagged vernon_98, who you immediately identified as the Vernon that Wonwoo talked about during your call. Which meant, the other person tagged as everyone_woo was Wonwoo.

You blinked at the picture, taking in the visuals of your mystery caller. You noted his black hair and his glasses which made him look surprisingly good. You blushed slightly at how the wet suit he wore was tight against his muscles, revealing his large biceps and pecs. He held up a peace sign, your eyes trailing to his hand. He was so incredibly handsome, and you just had a conversation with him like it was nothing. 

“Oh my God,” you muttered. “He’s hot?!”