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[ 10:41PM ] — JEON WONWOO

STARRING bf! wonwoo x gn! reader GENRE pure fluff, comedy, established relationship, college au CONTAINS kissing UGHHH, studying UGGHHH, wonu did not help you WORD COUNT 312 (lowercase intended ; semi proofread)

🗯 i wanna work with the nonchalant dreadhead no i wanna work with the nonchalant dreadhead (translation: hi guys im back from the dead. trust me i was trying to make a comeback but writers block hit me so hard that i couldnt work on any of my drafts so heres a timestamp i wrote last night)

wonwoo enters the apartment, and it's empty. you're not in the living room or the kitchen like usual, and he doesn't hear the shower running, so you're not there either. he calls out your name, yet there's no response from you. seconds later, he hears your voice coming from the bedroom.

he makes his way to the room, and as he opens and peeks in through the door, he sees you sitting in front of your desk, with piles of papers laying on it. your head is resting on the table, attempting to not fall asleep and review for your exam.

"you should sleep," wonwoo suggests, coming closer to you and patting the crown of your head. you sit up properly and shake your head.

"i'm studying; i'll sleep at eleven." you grab your pencil, and the tip stays on a piece of paper as you're trying to think of how to answer the question.

"do you need help? if not, i'm going to go play some games."

"actually i do," you say, passing the paper to him. "my friend has my books, and i forgot everything." he analyzes the questions and places the paper on the table.

"it's easy; you got this," he assures, kissing your cheek as he watches you doodle on the paper instead.

"i can't do this; i don't have my books!"

"then use your pretty brain."

"my brain is not meant for science."

wonwoo cups your face into his hands and places a small kiss on your forehead. "now it is." he glances at the time on his watch and lets go of your face. "okay, go back to your studies; i don't want to disturb you. you have ten minutes left—use it wisely."

you nod and press a kiss to his lips, telling him good night after you pull away.

"good night, my love," he whispers.