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Paring: wonwoo x fem!reader
Genre: lovers to exes
warning(s): angst
summary: wonwoo realizing that good things dont last unless one takes care of them.
words:750
a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.
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Wonwoo had realized you were the love of his life from the prime age of fifteen. You obviously were not aware of this revelation of his, but you did not need to, he was fine with keeping it secret from you till he was comfortable with sharing it.
He had met you when you were six and though a series of unfortunate events, wherein you shoved his face in dog shit and he pushed you into the lake without knowing you could not swim, you both became best of friends, almost inseparable.
The first crack in your ever so strong friendship came with Wonwoo realizing his feelings for you, he stopped talking to you trying his level best to make sure it goes away. It resulted in you breaking into his house to inquire his sudden disappearance from your life and decreasing his life span in the process.
He had his first serious conversation with you about your relationship then. After spending the whole night talking, you both realized you were equally in love with each other and felt the innate teenage need to get into a relationship.
That was the second crack. Now that he thinks back to that day, he realizes the foolhardy risk you both took. It just resulted in a lost friend and a broken relationship.
That was five years ago, both of you were young and dumb, and did not know how to actually work out a relationship. Now at the age of twenty, both still young and dumb, but wiser than your fifteen-year-old selves stand in the living room of his college dorm teary eyed and exhausted from the conversation you just had.
"Maybe it's time we take a break you know experience the world, because I don't really have the energy to do a long distance anymore Wonwoo, not when it's just me putting the effort." You spoke.
That was the topic of the argument, 'his extreme ignorance to your presence', as you had stated, taking utmost care to point out all the time when he went wrong and how you are the only one putting enough effort.
In return he had used up his energy to point out valid reasons as to why he was not able to be available for you in his schedule. His head is throbbing, and he would very much like to have a glass of water but alas the predicament he is in refrains him from doing so.
"let's break up then, what are we waiting for", he says.
All he gets is a scoff from you as a reply. You turn around while running a hand through your hair, you mumble something that sounds similar to 'prick' and walk out of his dorm slamming the door shut.
Maybe if he would have tried to understand where he went wrong instead of making excuses, maybe if you would have tried to understand his predicament or maybe if you both would have sat down for a discussion, you could have salvaged the broken relationship of yours.
But that was not the case here, you both were too deep in your emotions to even try and feel the others, the years in uni had made you both incapable of accepting the changes you both went through. It has made you both hardheaded souls who refused to accept their own shortcomings and blame the world for everything when they could easily fix the problem with accepting their faults instead of defending them.
You were Wonwoo’s first love, and he knows he was yours, but maybe good things do not last long or maybe to make them last one must put in effort, which you both just refused to do. He knows before anything else you both were friends; he does not know if you will be anymore, but he sure does hope that the friendship stays.
Maybe he is a prick he thinks, but you are no less, he knows both of you are equally at fault here, but he will take the easy route this time too, he will blame you because it takes too much courage to blame one’s own self.
He just hopes when the storm dies down you come back to him maybe not as a lover but as a friend because you are too precious for him to lose, and he hopes you think the same as him. Because at the end of the day, you are best of friends.
Boyfriend texts w wonwoo ✮ ⋆ ˚｡🐈⬛
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If This Was a Movie...
Wonwoo Series | Ongoing | Fandom: Seventeen
pairing: Wonwoo x reader
genre: angst, fluff, slight crack, second chance trope, strangers to lovers, non-idol!au
summary: Movies- they convey a story in under 2 hours. People live multiple lives, and emotions in that time. If life could be that easy, you would not be nursing a broken heart instead of locking hands with the love of your life. The movie of your life has been stuck in the sad montage for a long long time now. Will you ever have the happy ending you deserve? The one Wonwoo deserves...
status: ongoing
a/n: Been thinking about this a while now. The updates might be slower cuz school is killing me but I will try my best. I'm sorry for the angst about to come.
Chapters
ch 1 - Come back to me...
ch 2 - [coming soon]
Come back to me... | If This Was A Movie- Ch 1
Wonwoo Series | Ongoing| Fandom: Seventeen
pairing: Wonwoo x reader
genre: angst, time switch, fluff, slight crack, second chance trope, strangers to lovers, non-idol!au
summary: Movies- they convey a story in under 2 hours. People live multiple lives, and emotions in that time. If life could be that easy, you would not be nursing a broken heart instead of locking hands with the love of your life. The movie of your life has been stuck in the sad montage for a long long time now. Will you ever have the happy ending you deserve? The one Wonwoo deserves...
status: ongoing
masterlist | next chapter
a/n: Been thinking about this a while now. I'm sorry for the angst.
pictures from Pinterest!
“That’s not how life works… at least not mine.”
The saltwater merges with the blood from the cut on your lips as you try not to fall apart in front of the crowd in the subway station.
It stings- the bruise of your anxious habits and the bruise from a broken torn-apart heart.
Wonwoo's face contorts at your words. His eyes glisten behind those big glasses of his. He looks absolutely gutted and it feels like a big sharp knife was just pulled out of your gut only to be inserted right back.
"Jagi, please... we can work this out. " "How?" Your voice reaches a desperate pitch that turns a few heads toward the two of you but luckily the train arrives with its signature deafening noise that captures everyone's attention.
You watch as he struggles to find an answer and the train slows down before you. You glance at his face for a beat before dropping his hand and walking inside the compartment. Your heart aches to look back at him one last time but your brain knows better.
As the train whirs into motion, you catch a glimpse of him in the reflection through the window and to say that Wonwoo looks distraught would be an understatement. He looks as heartbroken as you felt.
The treacherous tears keep trickling down your face, and you couldn't care less about how many people staring at you on the train. The whirring sounds of the train, the commotion of people getting down, children causing a ruckus at one end and laughter resonating in your core as your heart stills down.
Once again, everyone moved on while you got stuck in the prison of your own head.
It's clear as day, the day you met him. The bright smile he flashed at you outside your favourite bookstore in town. It had all been perfect. A little too perfect.
Wonwoo had a soft, illuminating smile playing on his lips as he reached out to help you open the door after your fruitless efforts.
“Thanks…” you had told him with your face burning up and voice laced heavily with embarrassment.
“No worries.” He smiled back. Eyes crinkling softly behind those thick glasses. Perfect.
The way you had to look up at him to see his face only to see his head blocking the afternoon sun and radiating light like a halo on his head.
Too perfect.
You spent the next hour in the shop conscious of every step he took and every book he picked and didn’t pick. You were never this way. Bookstores were your sanctuary. The one place you’d lose yourself and yet find peace in being yourself. Regardless of who was there and what was happening in your life, bookstores made it all vanish into thin air. But for once the magic of the dreamlands that came as a promise through the ink in these pages did nothing to make you lose your conscious train of thought.
You were seated in your usual corner couch of the bookstore, which always gave you a full view of the store while hiding you from the people and giving you a sense of privacy. Usually, you'd be far too gone in whichever world existed between the distance of your palms, but today you just chose to people-watch. Specifically, watch the gorgeous stranger.
After what felt like an hour you grew bored of watching him pick up every book on the anime shelf and graze a few pages before putting them back while typing something into his phone and moving on to the next one. You picked the book in your hands and walked toward the counter to pay your bill. To your surprise, the counter was unmanned and before you could look around to call for the usual clerk at the counter(you were familiar with almost everyone who worked in the store), he appeared.
"Hi, how can I help you?" He said with the same polite smile and a voice so deep it could freeze snowcaps yet so soft it could melt you.
"You- huh?" Your brain froze on seeing him behind the counter which is when he decided to let out the cutest chuckle known to mankind.
One smile, a small sound. That was the beginning of your story, your own romantic movie. Montages of firsts- dates on cool nights, sweaty hands holding on for life despite the sweltering heat, a kiss under the rainy sky, and skipping down cobblestone paths ready to welcome cuddle weather.
Nerves, anticipation, and hesitation turned into comfort and home.
Home...
The train comes to a screeching halt at your station and the pastels and hues of your bright happiness fade into the bleak blues of the wintry night.
You walk through the piercing cold winds, tears still dropping down your eyes, going closer to your house but your home is at the farthest distance now.
Your body gives out once you close the door behind you and you spend the remaining hours of the dark, blood dripping down your arms on the carpet.
❁ pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, wonwoo
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pairing wonwoo x misa 14th member!oc
summary wonwoo and misa don't know exactly what they are, but do they have to decide it tonight?
word count 493
The night is immersed by the dark, lit only by the streetlight and the ambient glow of the city. Misa sits in the passenger seat, staring out through the car's window. It's quiet, apart from the low sound of the automobile’s engine buzzing.
Wonwoo grips the steering wheel loosely, his gaze ahead, focusing on the road. An overwhelming tension that’s been building between them for months floats in the air. The silence between them is charged, like the car itself is holding all the words they aren’t brave enough to put out. It is a kind of quiet they had grown used to, a space where words don’t seem to be called for anymore. For a moment, they just sit there, side by side, as if the unspoken strong emotions felt kept them frozen in place.
After a while, Misa shifts, trying to sit comfortably. Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, as she opens her mouth to speak. "Do you ever think about us getting together?"
Wonwoo’s eyes flicker towards her, but he doesn’t answer her question right away. He knows exactly what she is talking about. He’s been thinking about it non-stop, they’ve grown closer in ways that terrify him, they’ve gone way beyond random hook-ups driven by drunk behaviors and lust… it can be seen in the way every touch feels like they're teetering on the edge of something they can’t take back
"I do," he admits lowly, as if it was a confession. "But I don’t know how to deal with it. And every time we try to talk about it, it just feels like we are pushing each other away."
Misa lets out a quiet sigh and closes her eyes for a moment. "Yeah, I guess talking just make things more complicated.”
A soft silence falls between them again, and it never fails to be painful but, at the same time, comforting. Wonwoo reaches for her hand, gently taking it in his. The contact is thrilling, like it always is, and she doesn’t pull away. She lets herself get lost into the moment, into the way his skin feels against hers.
"What if we’re overthinking it?" she whispers "Maybe this is enough. Just us being here, together."
His thumb slowly traces tender circles on the back of her hand, and for a moment, it feels like everything else but them doesn’t exist. Like all the fears, all the doubts, all the possible consequences melt away in the quiet of this shared moment.
"You’re right," he says, softly but with conviction. "We don’t have to figure it all out right now."
They sit there, hands intertwined, letting their unsponken feelings control the moment. Their future is still uncertain, filled with risks and unknowns, but for now, all that matters is the warmth of his hand in hers, the way their bodies naturally gravitate toward each other in the confined space of the car.
And for now, that's all they need.