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give up

PAIRING: jeon wonwoo x reader GENRE: hurt-comfort, burned-out gifted kid WC: 501 WARNING: reader is heavily demotivated, violent self-thoughts

"What if I just give up?" You ask nonchalantly. The book in your hands long forgotten because you can't get a single word into your head.

"That doesn't sound like you at all, though," Wonwoo commented, earning a sigh from you.

"What am I like?" you ask him then. Slipping your thumb to the page you last read, holding it in one hand. You look up to him, waiting for his response.

"I don't know, darling. What do you want to be like?" he asks back. He places his hand on your cheek, caressing it with such tenderness that makes you want to ramble all day and night to him. "You know I'm here if you want to talk, right?"

You know. Hell, he's the reason why you have the courage to explore your emotions, navigating the bubbling joy and boiling rage you experience day by day. He's always careful with his words. He knows all the right things to say at the right time.

"I don't know," you sighed again, sitting down now. What do you want to be like? Has your academic achievement been enough? Moreover, is it worth all the sleepless nights, and nauseating afternoons you had to embrace in order to get those striking A's? Or is it finally taking its toll on you when you're one step from graduating? Perfectionism like a barbed wire, tight around your throat.

Wonwoo take your hand in his. He knows everything. About the way you read everything but understand nothing at the same time, about your frustration of building a flawless method for your research, about your restless consultation. He's always ready to lend a hand if you need one, but most of the time, you only require his shoulder to cry on.

"Want to know what I think?" he asks you, tracing circles on the back of your hand. You nodded, tears are threatening to spill if you ever did as much as blink. "I think you did great so far."

You open your mouth to protest but fall back to silence. Nothing works on you anymore, you wish his word would change that.

"I also think that it's okay if you haven't figured it out yet, after all, it's a tough process. I would tell you that everyone has their own timing, but you also need to know that you don't have forever. For this one specific thing, you don't have forever. If you want to try other stuff, if you want to know what you truly love doing in life, you don't have forever to figure this one out."

And you hate how much he's right about that. You can't juggle everything in one timeline or you'll burst into flames, consumed by your own greed for achievements.

Wonwoo called your name, swiping a tear that finally escaped.

"But I hope it eases you to know that I will spend my forever walking beside you, holding your hand. You don't have to figure it all out by yourself."

a/n. this is very much self-insert idk what else to tell you bcs i be doing everything except my thesis:)

jeon wonwoo + “when stars fall apart”

<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge

when stars fall apart– no, you think. stars can’t fall apart. they’re made of hot gas. you shake your head and try again.

when stars collapse and explode– yeah, that’s more like it– a supernova occurs. a big explosion, if you will, blowing away everything around it. a dying star.

you see remnants of a dying star, a dying light in wonwoo’s eyes, your reflection in the middle of it all.

you stare at each other in silence. you don’t know what to do; if you speak, you fear you might say things that would worsen things even more. 

“hey, hey. why are you crying?” his voice is so tender and fragile, it almost makes you crumble. almost. you don’t even realise that tears are streaming down your face until you feel wonwoo wiping them away, damp fingers brushing against the apples of your cheeks. 

you voice barely comes out as a whisper. “you’re leaving me.”

“i’m sorry.”

“you don’t even seem sad.”

he sighs. wonwoo’s shoulders visibly sag at your words. you averted your gaze, focusing on your feet to avoid meeting his eyes when he tilted your head up again, scattering the softest kisses everywhere on your face before landing on your lips. you feel his breath against you as he leans against your forehead, one hand cradling your face while the other grasps your tightly balled hands.

it takes everything in you to stop crying again then and there, lips trembling as you bite down on them. he kisses your lips again, and then once more on the tip of your nose.

the next time he speaks, his voice seemed to have dropped even more. a pained smile graces his face. 

“this is how i cry.” he lets out a chuckle when you pout. “i’ll cry when i’m back home. until then, i just want to cherish our now.”

that triggers you to hit lightly at him. your clenched fists stay against his chest, his own hand enveloping yours. “jeon wonwoo!”

he laughs again. it’s wet, like he’s holding himself back. your eyes glimmer from the tears welling up again.

“i’ll miss you.”

your breath hitches in your throat. “me too.”

it’s silent again, the both of you basking in each other’s presence. then, you uttered the words so quietly, they nearly miss him.

“do you think… in another life…” 

he doesn’t even let you finish. “maybe.” his eyes flutter shut. “maybe, if the circumstances were different…” 

“…oh.” 

suddenly, you’re pushing yourself away from him. you quickly wipe your eyes with your sleeves, before plastering a fake smile.

“um. have a safe flight, i guess.”

wonwoo opens his mouth as if to say something, hesitating before finally replying. 

“thanks. get home safe, okay?”

“yeah, of course.”

and with a turn of your heel, a final twist of fate, you parted ways again– this time for good.

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 you | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 600

summary: in which you and wonwoo go to bed

a/n: just something to post while i’m writing bigger things. wonwoo i love you if you ever need a thigh to cuddle i got two of them :)

“Do you think I should get a new gaming chair?”

The voice in front of you pulled you away from your book’s pages, your eyes peering over the novel to look at your boyfriend. Wonwoo made a point to let you know that he was incredibly bored, but instead of doing anything about it, he had laid in between your legs and hugged your thigh as if it were a stuffed animal. As endearing as it was, his constant random comments were interrupting your before-bed reading time. 

“You bought that one last year, babe. Unless it’s broken, I think it’s okay,” you told him, watching him nod before nuzzling his face into your inner thigh. You held back a smile, folding the corner of the page you were on before placing your book on the nightstand beside you. Once free, your hands immediately reached out for Wonwoo, one landing on his shoulder while the other ran through with hair. 

“You’re adorable, you know that?” 

Your words made Wonwoo groan, his face once again burying into your thigh. You giggled at his reaction, your hand moving from his hair to his neck, where you gently massaged the tense muscles there. “My adorable little baby.”

“I’m not adorable – or little,” he muttered, lifting his head up to glare up at you. Jeez, he looks like a baby. The urge to grandma-squeeze his cheeks ran through your mind. 

“No, you’re right…. you’re not little. You’re my adorable giant baby. How’s that?”

You noticed Wonwoo try to hold back his smile, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration to not give you the satisfaction of hearing him laugh at your joke. You snorted at the look on his face, patting his neck before leaning back against the headboard. You picked up your book again, but Wonwoo was quick to grab it out of your hands and put it back on the nightstand. Suddenly, you were dragged down to a lying position by your boyfriend before he moved to lay beside you. 

“Time for bed. You have work tomorrow,” he teased, reaching over you to shut the lamp light off. You scoffed, poking his rib cage and hearing him yelp. You cackled, but stopped when he moved to hover over you and his hands began to tickle your sides. You immediately began to beg for forgiveness, Wonwoo giving you a few more jabs before pulling away with a smile. A few moments passed, the pair of you just staring at one another. You had memorized every crevice of his face, every wrinkle around his eyes. He was beautiful. 

“I’m so in love with you,” you admitted quietly, reaching your hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was a bit hard to see in the dark, but the city’s lights gleaming through the window highlighted the small blush growing on Wonwoo’s cheeks. You continued to praise him, slowly getting him to lay down on top of you so you could run your hands up and down his back. Your fingers traced his spine and your lips spilled more words of affirmation that you knew he’d appreciate. Eventually, you felt his heart rate slow and soft breaths escape his lips. His body was slightly slipping off of you, so you maneuvered carefully, moving him to lay beside you with his arm draped across your torso. You mumbled one final bit of praise before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he mumbled, arm pulling you closer. Soon, sleep began to take over, leaving you and Wonwoo to meet in your dreams.

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the one where wonwoo asks you to move in with him.

pairing: wonwoo x (f)reader

word count: 1.4k

rating: pg-15

content: fluff, established relationship au, very domestic; ft. medical student!wonwoo

warning/s: light profanity

p.s. this is a repost from another previous blog of mine !

A smile graces his face the second he sees you.

It has become a reflex at this point, especially after a busy and inevitably tiring week; the sight of you standing there outside his door, a gorgeous grin plastered on your mouth, holding what seemed like a rather large lunchbox containing what he assumes are dishes of your cooking, is what Wonwoo can only define as heaven itself.

He immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you in the apartment, closing the door behind you before grabbing the handle of the bag to momentarily place it on the floor so he can do the one thing he’s been thinking about all week.

Hold you damn tight.

“This is nice,” you hum with a teasing tone, embracing him right back as he buries his face against your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

You smile. “Ah, really? From the way you haven’t been answering any of my messages, it doesn’t seem like it.”

He pulls back, an already apologetic expression on his features, though before he can utter an apology out, you place a palm on his cheek and pull his face down for a quick kiss.

“I’m kidding. I know you’re busy because of your exams. That’s why I’m here.” You start picking up your bag.

Wonwoo beats you to it however, getting it himself and gesturing for you to freely walk further inside his apartment.

Your friends and acquaintances always tease you about the fact you’re dating a medical student. They reckon that being in a relationship with one is already a lost case to begin with—you are bound to always compete with his jam-packed schedules as he studies and works hard to become a future medical practitioner.

And though you do understand that what they are claiming are entirely and quite painfully true, that still isn’t a good enough reason for you to love your boyfriend any less, considering that you can also see Wonwoo trying to make time for you and give effort in the relationship despite his tight timetable.

“Sorry for not cleaning up,” he says with a chuckle once you arrive in the kitchen, paper bags and disposable utensils scattered around the counter beside the sink. “I didn’t know you were coming, so I’m a little bit over the place.”

You glance at him and notice how tired his face appears. He’s still handsome nonetheless—even in just his normal home attire that includes a plain shirt and jogging pants, he still ridiculously exerts extreme attractiveness—though at this instance, there are dark circles under his eyes and his complexion seems… seems a little dull, lifeless maybe, and from the looks of his tired stance as well, it’s like he’s been cooped inside his room all day long, doing nothing but reading and writing notes.

“Wonwoo,” you frown, “what did I say when it comes to busy weeks?”

He sighs, aware where the conversation is heading. “I can skip your messages but I can’t skip taking care of myself.”

You manage to smile a little because of how childish it always sounds whenever he says it. “Then have you been doing that? Because honestly, you don’t look like it.”

“I… I’ve been trying,” he sheepishly says.

“Okay.” You unzip the lunch bag as he walks closer to where you are. “That’s progress, at least. I just hope you’re not eating ramyeon every single day because you know how unhealthy that is too.”

“But I love ramyeon. It’s my comfort food.”

“It’s not good for you, babe.”

“I don’t eat it every day,” he defends, stopping behind you and hugging your waist while you continue to unpack what you brought for him, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Just every other night. Seungkwan sometimes stops by to give me home cooked meals, you know.”

“I know. I’m glad he does.”

The both of you don’t speak for a few seconds. Wonwoo just carries on hugging you, slightly swaying you from side to side with perhaps half of his weight on yours.

Eventually, you’re moving from one spot to another inside the kitchen—heating up some rice, heating the food that already went a little cold alongside it, and preparing the plate he’s going to eat on as well—all of that happening with your boyfriend still clinging on you like a koala (which to be frank, you’re not exactly annoyed at).

“Babe,” he abruptly says and you glance at him, pausing in putting some kimchi on a small bowl, “what do you think about moving in with me?”

You raise your eyebrows at the question, your hands freezing. “What?”

“I promise not to be that much of a burden,” he tells you straight off the bat. “I mean, I know I can’t cook for shit, but I can clean. I can wash the dishes and do the laundry and stuff you can’t do when you’re the one who’s busy.”

“Wonwoo—”

“I can still shoulder rent and utility bills too. Or maybe you’d want to chip in, but I wouldn’t mind if—”

“—hey, hey.” You chuckle and place the chopsticks down in order to detach yourself from Wonwoo’s embrace, facing him instead to talk about the topic better. “Are you serious right now? Do you know what you’re asking me?”

“I do,” he replies. “I… I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It’s not just an impulsive thought, I swear.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Yeah. I just—I just thought it would be better for us. We’d get to see each other more often. Besides, your company building isn’t that far from here too. Even if it was, it wouldn’t matter—I’d drive and fetch you there myself every time if it meant I’d be with you here.”

You’re speechless. Wonwoo’s not really the type to be overly affectionate, honestly speaking, though he isn’t that cold and distant either. He usually knows what the right words to say to get you blushing and your heart to feel full; he likes to buy you meaningful tokens of appreciation at times he feels like it and would agree to do something for you if you asked, regardless of how it might clash with his original plans.

However, you still find yourself being surprised to hear him say those words out loud. It might be because you haven’t been receiving that kind of attention from him in a considerably long time, and so to get them now, it’s like your system is slowly trying to restart and get used to it all over again.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says when you fail to answer for the last 10 seconds or so. “I just wanted to suggest it. I think I’m starting to hate being alone in this apartment.”

You snort at his last statement. “You don’t hate being alone, Wonwoo,” you reckon, soon encircling your own arms around his torso, “you just don’t like it when I’m not with you.”

He grins and leans down when you begin reaching for his lips, pressing his mouth on yours for the kiss you’ve been trying to get. “Yeah, you’re right. I absolutely despise not being with you.”

Wonwoo steals a bunch of long kisses for a while, and once the two of you break free to breathe, you give him a final peck before speaking. “Okay. I’ll check my lease and start talking to my landlord about it. Then I’ll move in with you.”

“Wait, seriously? You’re agreeing just like that?”

“Seriously.” You kiss him again, letting go of him afterwards. “Well, we still have to talk about it more, but for the meantime, how about we eat and you tell me what you think about the dishes I cooked for you so that I’ll be more convinced to move in with you instead. What do you think?”

A contagious and warm grin spreads on his face again. “God, why don’t I just propose right now too while we’re at it?”

“Hey,” you slap him on the chest, laughing, “let’s take it slow. We have to get you that medical degree first.”

He mutters a soft, “If you say so,” and pinches your cheek in fondness, maneuvering around you then to get his plate and try some of what you prepared.

Even before the first bite though, he’s sure that it’s going to be delicious. After all, if it’s something to do with you—he’s positive that it’s automatically considered as amazing in his book.

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