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talk about it later

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.

SEVENTEEN

Seungcheol  Jeonghan Joshua Junhui Soonyoung Wonwoo Jihoon Seokmin Mingyu Minghao Seungkwan Hansol Chan

3:00 a.m - j. wonwoo

»best friend!¡wonwoo x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: wonwoo’s phone rings religiously at 3 a.m. every night.

»Tags: gore, nicknames (pretty doll, darling), nonidol au, blood, mention of edged weapons, management of sulfuric acid, wonwoo is two years older than reader, reader15¡!, wonwoo17¡!, yandere behavior, wonwoo is an instigator.

nota: Super hyper mega late spooky season little thingy because wonwoo looked so cute on today’s gose.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

»Words: 1.3k

The ring of the phone filled the room, making an echo in the wall and vibrating over the table.

Wonwoo looked at the phone rumbled over the nightstand, not moving a muscle, still sitting on the edge of his bed.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Ah, y/n?" He asked you as he answered the call, not paying attention to the name of the caller in the phone.

An affirmative sound was heard on the other end of the line.

"What happened?" He asked with a soft voice "You calling at this hour..."

Your blank yet sweet tone interrupted him "Oppa, can you come over, please?" you asked impassively.

"Right now?" Wonwoo queried with a smile in his tone.

"Yes, it is extremely important, I need your help to load some things" you answered with a very sweet tone.

"Okay, I get it" he said, confirming what you needed "Which place?"

•||

"Y/n?" He called your name at the entrance of the old house, looking for something in his bag. "I'm coming in," he warned, closing the squeaky door behind him.

Wonwoo walked slowly in the dark corridor of the house carefully to not touch anything nor bump into anything, until he got to the back door. He gasped at the sight of you sitting beside a girl with the same uniform of your school, but when he saw your smile, even if your face was splashed with blood, it calmed him.

"It looks like this time you made it very extravagant too, pretty doll" your friend said giggling softly.

"I'm sorry for calling you so late," you said, insecure, making weird figures on the floor with the splattered red fluid, due to the cute nickname.

In fact, it was three in the morning, but you were there in front of him with your face painted in carmine just like your clothes, and you also had a small ax in your right hand, covered completely in the thick substance, Wonwoo thought to himself that you matched perfectly the ungodly hour.

"Don't worry, it doesn't bother me, because it’s you" his voice caressed your ears like honey while he was still looking for something in his bag.

A victorious sound came out of his mouth when he finally found it "Take here" he said lending to you a plastic bag with clean clothes "You have to change your clothes, I brought you some of the things you have on my house"

"Ooh, thank u, Wonwoo '' you went to hug him, but he stopped you.

"Go take a shower, I'll clean here" he demanded, putting on gloves.

You nodded and went quickly to take a bath. Wonwoo fixed his scarf leaving the ends in his back so they wouldn't get stained, he looked closely at the dead girl and finally remembered her, she was his desk-mate in chemistry, understandably he didn't recognize her at first glance, the fair skin of her face was covered in cuts and scratches.

That day... he helped her carry some papers to the principal's office, probably you didn't know her. He looked at the girl with a tired expression and opened his mouth.

"Y/n!, what do you think is faster!?, clean everything with water or get it all out through the back door!?" He shouted high enough for you to hear him.

"I would only use a bucket to do it" you yelled in response and Wonwoo could help but chuckle.

"Of course you would" he mumbled getting out of his duffle bag a container with sodium peroxide, he got up and exited the house, grabbing the bucket beside the tap that was sticking out of the house, the water was freezing cold, he continued, putting a layer of the yellowish powder in the water.

He entered once again, still hearing the shower upstairs, he knelt and started to clean, the ceramic was starting to look more and more white, making Wonwoo feel proud, and at the same time, the girl's body was starting to become a hindrance.

•||

"Uff" sighed the man zipping the black duffel bag.

The chirp of the wooden stairs makes him notice that you finally had finished washing.

"Welcome back" Wonwoo said brightly, while you finished putting your glove in your right hand.

"I'm wrapping up here" he commented grabbing the huge bag where the body was hidden, he lifted it and put it in his shoulder, and you looked at him with your mouth shut

"Let's go"

You were walking in the little forest behind the house, stepping through the trees, sticks breaking below your feet, you couldn't stop biting onto your lower lip nervously.

"Oppa, I'm sorry" your tone was solemn, and the older heart ached a little.

"Hm? Because...?"

"You know… for always being like this” you answered looking at your fingers.

"That's okay, Darling, I'm good with tough work, besides if you carry something so heavy you would become shorter" he joked with a beautiful smile getting close to you to caress your damp hair.

Both of you continued your stroll until you got to a familiar place, it was remote and isolated, very deep into the forest.

"Hey, y/n" he called out, dropping the hefty bag on the floor, now grabbing the shovels that were being held by you, "perhaps, do you like me?"

"I'm not sure" you didn't know what your feelings were, for all you know when you looked at him, you just wanted him to be yours, and only yours.

"I see," Wonwoo whispered with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, both starting to dig in the floor.

You kept digging and digging in silence until the hole was deep and vast enough to fit the body in, once the now naked body was in the improvised tomb, you talked again.

"You definitely hate this part of me, right?" You muttered sadly, looking from the corner of your eye how Wonwoo opened a gallon of sulfuric acid -that he had stolen as from his chemistry lab- and poured it onto the girl's body, putting emphasis on her face.

Jeon hurriedly left the container on the floor and went straight to you.

"Not completely" his calloused hands stroked your cheeks sweetly, his honeyed voice was serious, eyes shimmering with adoration.

"I love you"

"Only you"

"I love you desperately"

The red invaded your face, your flesh was burning under the soft touch of his hands, a timid smile slipping from your lips.

"Okey" you stumbled feeling tender at his words.

Wonwoo grabbed your chin and cupped your lips with his own, the warm embrace making you moan happily, lips dancing and melting together.

•||

"Fuck, it's pouring rain, don't you think?" He said, making a pouting while you looked at him with a big smile.

His eyes fixated on a girl who was classmates with one of his friends, she looked sad at the rain, whispering to herself something about having to stay there all day due to the heavy rain.

"Where's your umbrella?" Wonwoo asked you, with curious kitty eyes.

Your face had a question mark painted on it, and you looked at your bag.

"Is here" you moved your bag jokingly, still smiling .

He smiled at you nodding and went to the blonde girl.

"Excuse me" he called out to the girl whom saw him with intrigue.

"Yeah?"

"You can have my umbrella, my friend and I live in the same neighbourhood, so there is no problem, you can lend it back later" his voice was sweet and the cheeks of the blonde were tinted in a cute shade of pink.

You saw them, and the smile that was brightening your face was nowhere to be seen, eyes glaring at the girl, when you saw your friend turn in your direction your face moved quickly to keep watching the rain.

"Y/n, I don't have an umbrella, mind to share?"smile favouring his pretty face.

"It's okay" You said in a mutter, barely perceptible. 

Wonwoo was there, once again, sitting on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, smile drawn in his face while looking at the dark screen, eyes dropping off instantly in the clock on his bed-site, 3:00 a.m screaming in a green fluorescent light.

His phone vibrated in his hand, an obnoxious melody filling the room annoyingly.

"Hello, y/n?"

Heartbreak Hotel | svt series

“Every single day is dreadfully boring when working at a hotel in the middle of nowhere. That is until an enigmatic guest arrives, seeking not a room nor directions, but to hear stories about your past relationships.”

Genre: anthology, romance, smut Status: on-going Pairing: SEVENTEEN Hip-hop Unit x Reader Warnings: mature themes Notes: 4 parts. Listening to Heartbreak Hotel by Tiffany Young. This is a work of fiction. I do not know them personally and do not claim they would ever behave like they were portrayed in this story.

1. Prologue 2k words.

2. Backburner (Kim Mingyu)

There is a rule of thumb for casual relationships: do not fall in love with the other. Yet with Mingyu, it felt easier to watch the world burn than to stop yourself from falling for him.

3. Take a Chance with Me (Jeon Wonwoo)

You could not believe that no one ever told you how frustrating (and beautiful) it was to be hopelessly captivated by a boy who thinks love is overrated.

Did You Like Her in the Morning? (Chwe Vernon)

How do you move on from the man you thought you'd marry? You can't. As you navigate the bittersweet memories of your shared dreams, you are forced to grapple with the harsh reality that Vernon has found someone new.

Plot Twist (Choi Seungcheol)

A chance encounter blossoms into a whirlwind connection when you become enchanted by the enigmatic stranger—Choi Seungcheol. As the evening unfolds, one question lingers: could he be the unexpected plot twist that changes your story forever?

OMGGGG THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE WONUU!!!

I CAN TRY BUT I CANT HIDE IT FROM YOU | J.WW

introvert wonwoo bf thoughts

for my wonwoo babies :), sorry for inactivity school started 😢

mentions of dress to impress 😏

even though wonwoo isnt good at cooking hes always making your lunches. HE HAS THOSE LUNCHABLES ON DECK. and trust hes snacking up your lunch box

^he never forgets to put a toothpick in there for you just incase (as someone with braces this makes my stomach have butterflies)

i believe he secretly had made a sims family of you and him with 2 kids and 3 pets. he even spent time making your dream home

speaking of gaming, i know whenever you both play scary games, hes always going first and risk his characters life to save yours. if you both were running from the monster hes behind you making sure youre is safe first

wonwoo doesnt care if seungcheol or jeonghan constantly clown him but he always WILL play dress to impress with you. he always votes your outfit 5 stars even if youre completely off theme or have only shoes and hair on

if you get hate on your outfit in the chat he doesnt defend you in the chat because hes just introvert. but, he will spam report the person until theyre kicked or banned

wonwoo is the type to always agree to you “the restaurant is an hour away baby…ROAD TRIP THEN!”, he always listens to your rants even if its the most randomest or boring thing he will stare at you with heart eyes as you speak and agree “yeah i cant believe she’d do that…”

adding onto the last one he will throw you under the bus to get out of situations. (i love introverts) he didnt wanna go to the after party? “sorry my partner just called, i gotta get home” or the “my partner said no, sorry” yes, you tweak a bit because what if your reputation is ruined but you know he’lll keep using it as an excuse T-T

he’ll do all the tiktok trends you want, you wanna kiss all over his face? YES! you wanna wanna do a small tiktok dance? YES! you wanna do a couple fit check with your matching outfits and creeper keychains? YES! and trust, while hes doing the tiktok dances he has a big smile on his face that make his glasses go up from his big cheeks whike smiling. and please. hes reposting it on all his apps.

in real life he already barely post selfies, but if you were his partner his social media is a you fan account, his profile picture is you, all his highlights covers are you and full of you, his post are all you, and his bio has you tagged

he BEGS you to match usernames in games and on discord like even if you dont play or use the app he’ll still keep it

LIKE PLSSLSLSL IMAGINE IT FOR ME

“ilovethemsomuch” is typing…

“canheleavemealone” sent you one notification

if hes a idol in this universe, he’ll go crazy on stage using his deep voice (we know…lalali…) then as soon as he sees you backstage hes running to hug you while bringing you guys to a corner to be alone as he mumbles sweet words “missed you baby” “lets go home and cuddle?” “im so lucky to have you”

hes the small spoon, he loves being big spoon but at night after all the protecting hes done for you, he just needs a little recharge with laying ontop of you while he hides his face in your neck as you run your hands through his hair

man is the definition of gentle love. cannot convice me other wise

in arguments, never argues back. just sits there allows you to speak, yell, get everything out your system and pays attention to you speaking so he can see what he needs to reassure, clear, and tell you

in big dinner parties, whether in a restaurant or house hes always sitting by you. in these big settings he never wants to leave your side, he holds your hand and plays with the promise ring he had gotten you

wonwoo loves it when you take off his glasses. he sometimes pretends to sleep so you can take off his glasses and kiss nose. you never told him but you slowly figured out when his cheeks redden each time

babe hes so obsessed with you. has your picture as his gaming pc lockscreen, homescreen, and even google screen. his password on everything is your birthday and if the members figure that out its your anniversary, and if they figure that one out, its the first time you two kissed

has your initials made with little gemstones of your favorite color on the side of his headphones and controller

has a polariod picture of you on his monitor, and on his desk

loves being the underdressed boyfriend when necessary. of course wont be underdressed all the time but he has his moments when youre shining and hes just…there…….(he loves you being the spotlight)

also loves it when you order for him, dont get him wrong, he’ll order for you no hesitation but sometimes his social battery runs low……

wonwoo i need

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫)

🌼summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼pairing: wonwoo x reader

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

🌼est. feb 2024!

🌼character intros to be posted on sunday, 28 january 2024!

🌼 do note that while i am using some iconic parts of the drama, some details are changed to fit my storyline! there will be certain similarities but also slight changes, but the overarching idea is the same :>

"You're prickly and bad-tempered, and-"

"Don't finish that."

"Our encounter was never bad to me. I saw sadness behind your shell, and I wondered about it. My attention was always drawn to you, but I never thought I'd fall like this."

"I remembered you because I hated you at first. I admit that. But in the time I've gotten to know you, somehow, my every recollection of you is only filled with joy. You are the best part of this summer."

writer's note: I AM SO EXCITED YOU HAVE NO IDEA 😭 CHARACTER INTROS ARE OUT SOOOONNN!!!

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

to be published: (estimated) february 2024!

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader (smau, written)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

🌼 a/n: there are many other villagers in the area! not all of them are named here, but they may make small appearances throughout the series. the ones named below are the villagers that appear the most!

🌼character intros under the cut!

wonwoo: a witty villager in his late twenties, and the most skilled man around. also the go-to person in the village for any and every problem. fixing your pipes? call wonwoo. helping the fishermen by the dock? wonwoo is your man! he's so kim seon-ho coded to me, i can't explain it. incredibly popular among the villagepeople. has a past of his own that no one knows of, but it doesn't hinder his kind and helpful nature.

yn: a pediatrician in the city. (physical appearance is up to you!). ambitious, hardworking and determined to come on top, your emotions have taken a backseat for much of your life, which is why you can be cold and calculating at times. your parents no longer around because of a freak accident, you can be emotionally sensitive, with a sharp tongue on the topic of family. deep down, you're kind and affectionate, you just show it a little differently.

chanyeol: yn’s close friend and old crush from university. now a famous tv producer and presenter, this gentle giant is constantly in search of a muse to kickstart his next project. stumbles into the idyllic town to film a program after going in the wrong direction, and fits in just perfectly before long. also ends up becoming wonwoo’s friendly rival (🥲)

delia: yn's best friend forever!! a pediatric nurse by profession, she's one of the only people who can tame yn down when she's being haughty/angry. moves to the town to work with yn, and sometimes acts as the neutral party between yn and the villagers. gets along very well with other people, she's a complete E. she's a little ditzy, but a lovely person.

miss kim: yn’s landlord. divorced with a child, she runs a small bookshop in the village. as the unspoken village head, she handles the village’s admin matters. her ex-husband, mr woo, lives in the village too and works in the village bank. she shares her son's custody with him.

grandma lee: affectionately called ‘grandma’ by everyone, she’s seen wonwoo through most of his life, his ups, downs, and everything in between, except for the three years when he left town. a clever, patient, and kindhearted woman, she often knows what everyone needs before they do.

miss hwang: the neighbourhood gossip. a loudmouthed person, she runs a small cafe near the coast, selling coffee and cake (which yn really doesn't enjoy), and once she knows something, the whole village will. she can jump to conclusions too quickly sometimes, but she’s a nice lady, honest!

seungkwan and joshua: wonwoo’s best friends in the village, who grew up with him. they are similar to him, in the sense that they help everyone out in the form of part-time jobs, but their expertise isn’t as wide as wonwoo’s. however, if you need someone to fix your chair or install a bulb, they’re pretty solid options. didn't stay in contact with wonwoo during the years he was away, but the trio became close again after he returned. they have a hunch that he had a hard time, so they've never brought it up with him.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

01. cash (lack thereof)

🌼 warnings: none

🌼word count: ~1.9k

The words in the letter surprise you. In some ways, it gives you mixed feelings.

Happy, of course, that you’d gotten the job, signed the contract and you could move on from the clinic you’d dedicated over six years to after getting your degree to a larger hospital. It meant a change of pace, change in the people around you, and a step upward in your career.

Sad, that you couldn’t start immediately.

The letter announced the start of your contract to be in three months. But you were already packed up from your previous clinic and ready to move out.

Sitting back on your couch, you scan the letter again. “Commencement of the job will be three months from the date on the letter. Please contact us in the case of any confusion.” You sigh and toss the letter aside, leaning your head back.

Three months. Three months to do anything you wanted. Go on a long-needed vacation, binge-watch all the seasons of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, buy a whole supermarket’s worth of ice cream.. the possibilities were endless.

As you were in your reverie of much-anticipated relaxation, your phone rings.

You pick up, and your uncle’s voice rings out in a cheerful baritone, loud and joyful.

“Y/N!”

“Hi, Uncle.”

“Oh, I haven’t heard from you in a while, dear. How’s everything?”

“Good,” you say, a little awkwardly. “I got a new job.”

“Goodness! How wonderful.” Your uncle seems positively delighted. You clear your throat, and ask quietly, “Why'd you call? Is everything okay?”

“Definitely! We were just calling to ask if you were going back to the countryside this year.” Your uncle says. You freeze slightly. “I know it’s hard with how busy you are. But it’s good to have a break before you continue running off everywhere, you know?”

“But you aren’t living in the countryside anymore, Uncle,” you remind him. “I don’t have anyone to visit.”

“I know,” your uncle says, sighing. “Part of me wishes we stayed, but… oh well. That’s life. You have to move on from something.”

You stay quiet.

“But enough about us! Maybe try to go back at least once.” Your uncle says again. “Eat well, have a good rest… some sea air would be great for you. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will, Uncle. You too. Send my love to Aunt.”

With a cheery farewell, the call ends. You take a deep breath and try to recall the last time you went home to the countryside for a short visit three years ago.

Your aunt’s fragrant chicken soup. Your uncle’s over-interest in your knowledge about a shoe brand he liked. Your cousin’s feeble attempts to get freebies from when you did a checkup on the child of the owner of a popular makeup brand. Laughter, togetherness, the feeling of finally having someone to come home to.

But there would be no internet, no socialising. No fine dining, no external staff for the cleaning and dirty work you didn’t like. No polished floors, air conditioning wherever you went.

It was a win-lose.

Yet the feeling of not going back irked you, an emotion you couldn't place.

Five minutes. Ten minutes as you considered your situation.

Three months to do whatever you liked.

After a power struggle with your mind, you sat up, inhaling deeply and then letting it go. A day trip. You could spare a day trip visiting your old home, before you came back to reality, where you should be, instead of reminiscing on memories long past.

You were going home, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine would have to wait.

You hate it here.

Your heels dig into the rough gravel as you step out of your car. A bad choice to wear Louboutins, you surmise, as you reach into the backseat for your bag.

You had decided to go to the beach, before maybe grabbing a bite at a cafe, taking some pictures in a weak attempt to relive your childhood memories, before the one-hour-fifteen-minute drive home. It wasn't as if you were here to visit anyone, you reasoned to yourself as you picked your way through the old country road you remembered all too well -- there was absolutely no need to stay any longer than you had to.

Besides, after the abrupt death of your parents in a car accident midway through your diploma, you had sworn to leave the moment you could, the memories of two people who would never return sitting heavily on you.

And that was what you had done, a mere two months after receiving a full university scholarship. You had left and never looked back since.

Nostalgia rushes through you as you find a less sandy and hot spot and sit down, careful not to get any sand into your precious heels. The beach is mostly empty, save for a few people swimming, surfing, or having a family day out. Your gaze goes out to sea, hugging your legs to yourself.

You silently hype yourself up. No more sad memories. You didn't have time for that. You would take this chance to wallow for a bit, and then you would look forward. Better things were coming for you.

A full thirty minutes pass before you feel yourself about to combust. You get up, wincing at the roughness of the sand on your hands. As a kid, you loved the beach. But it was different now. You were a grown-up, and grown-ups don't soak in self-pity. Or sand.

You struggle back on to solid land, deciding to get a quick coffee at a small cafe before leaving. As you approach a store with the large sign reading 'Hwang's Coffee Corner', you reach for the aged, wooden door and pull it open.

The cafe smells not of coffee, but of a soft, vanilla-like aroma from a scented candle nearby. A middle-aged woman sitting at the counter humming to trot music looks up. Your instincts, long honed by long rides on lifts and shopping trips, force an up-down look at her as she stands to welcome you. Thick, curly, and unstyled hair held back with a purple headband, too-pink lipstick, an old blue dress, worn-out sandals.

You force yourself to ignore the judgmental comment at the tip of your tongue and grit out a barely-there hello. The woman smiles, big and unrestricted, introduces herself as Ms Hwang, the owner, and asks for your order.

"Just a latte, please."

"Got that!" Ms Hwang chirps, and you cringe at how loud her voice is, ringing in the silence of the cafe.

You fish in your bag for your wallet, deciding to just get a takeaway cup instead, and you pull out your credit card.

Ms Hwang shakes her head, "We only take cash."

Your face burns as you look back up at the woman. "Um..sorry. I don't have cash on me."

Her eyebrows shoot up. "What?"

"I only have credit cards."

"Oh. Well, it won't be of much use. The card machine hasn't been working for a while anyway, we only take cash." Ms Hwang's tone is slightly dismissive, as she taps away on the cashier screen.

Your face drops. What place doesn't take credit cards now?

Turns out the question was said out loud and not in your head. Ms Hwang looks up, eyes slightly wide at the intrusive question.

"What are you trying to say?" Her voice isn't that of the friendly lady-next-door anymore and has a sharpness to it. You sigh in mild irritation and reply. "Forget it. I'll try to get cash first."

"No, you won't! Explain what you meant. Are you trying to say this store is outdated?" The woman seems to be getting agitated, and you really don't want to have a conflict in the middle of this god-forsaken town right now.

"No, I-"

"Oh, Wonwoo!" The angry owner suddenly exclaims to someone who just entered the cafe, the bell above the door announcing their arrival. "Help me over here! This lady thinks the cafe is outdated just because she doesn't have cash and can't pay!"

You roll your eyes and turn around, ready to defend your case to the next person who is clearly going to take her side after her accusation.

Everything you were going to say flies right out of the window when you see him.

Clean-cut, damp, dark brown hair, strong and defined eyebrows that are currently raised at the unfolding situation, and deep-set eyes. Dressed in a simple flannel outerwear with a T-shirt and jeans, glasses perched on his sharp nose bridge, he looks every bit like a local heartthrob. You subconsciously recall your outfit.

But this heartthrob is currently striding in behind the counter, next to Ms Hwang, and raising his eyebrows at you in mild disapproval.

"You really shouldn't have said that." His voice is deep and rich. You snap yourself back to the present moment, and begin to protest hotly. "I said nothing of the sort! I only hold cards in my wallet, and she said that cards wouldn't work since the machine was broken. And that's strange, isn't it? Every place takes cards now-"

"Strange?" The man- Wonwoo, you remember, interrupts, head tilting in curiousity as he surveys you. "Strange how?"

You huff impatiently. Seriously, does no one here know the wonders of credit card transactions?

"Go to any shop in the city. I'll bet you anything they take cards-"

"This isn't the city, miss," he shrugs. "Most stores here usually take cash. And you should probably be carrying cash around with you anyway."

You sigh, massaging your temples. "Look, this is getting more complicated than it has to be, alright? I'll get some cash first, and-"

"How do I know you're not a swindler?" Ms Hwang cuts in, narrowing her eyebrows.

You sigh. She's not easy, that much you've figured out. You didn't even get the coffee, and she's already making a big fuss.

"I can leave my bag with you while I'm at it." You shrug the handbag off your shoulder, wincing internally when your beloved Marc Jacobs lands on the aged wooden counter. Ms Hwang immediately descends upon it, glaring at you.

"All this for a coffee?" Wonwoo asks, bemused, as he runs his hands through his hair.

"I'm proving that I'm not a con job, mister." You glare at him. "I don't even need the coffee, forget it!"

He shrugs, half-amused by your outburst. "Okay then, Miss Not-Con-Job. Hope you get the cash."

The waves are large today, Wonwoo muses as he hoists his surfing board out to the water and mounts it, careful to tuck his glasses away. Before long, he's soaring and cruising, sea air hitting his face in a cooling spray.

Humming to himself, he gets to his feet easily on the board, and sways with the water's direction.

This is life, he sighs out in relief. As his gaze crosses the beach he loves so dearly, of the laughing children and fond parents, he catches sight of a woman. Sitting all alone, hugging her legs to herself as she gazes out at the very sea he's cruising through.

No one should look sad in a place as beautiful as this, he thinks. And while his view keeps on wandering across the villagers' familiar faces, across the infinite span of the sea, he finds that his eyes, too, keep going back to her.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.01: cash (lack thereof)

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writer's note: ookayy... i'm nervous 😭 it's my first written series sooo any feedback is welcomed!! thank you for reading 😙

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

02. on a whim

🌼 warnings: squids, slight cursing, mentions of a horrible ex

🌼 word count: 2.1k

"Never should've come here," you mutter angrily to yourself as you stride back down the rocky path. "You have great luck, huh? No cash, and ran into a crazy woman and a crazy man together. Great."

You decide to go around and try finding an ATM. It can't be that hard, there must be a bank around here or something.

But after twenty minutes, your side of the small, idyllic town comes up empty.

Now you're panicking. You're virtually cut off from everything in the town. As backward as it is, you can't go about without money. And you really don't have the energy to go back and face Ms Hwang and Wonwoo.

Shit.

"Need a bit of help?"

You whirl around and there stands Wonwoo, who looks amused. He's holding your Marc Jacobs, which you grab from him in palpable relief.

You can see why he seems humoured by you. You probably do look insane, standing near the beach looking so frazzled, a stark opposite from every peaceful passersby. But you don't have the patience to talk to the man right about now.

"Look, if this is about the coffee-" He begins.

"It's not!"

"I've calmed Ms Hwang down. She knows you didn't mean it like that."

You roll your eyes and turn away. "Thanks," You say sarcastically.

"You didn't, right?" He adds, ignoring your jab.

"So what if I did?" You snipe back in annoyance.

"Then that would be a waste, offending someone who can help you."

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. "You?"

He shrugs (for maybe the third time since meeting you) nonchalantly. "Don't need it? Alright then."

"Wait-" You mentally kick yourself at how desperate you sound. "I'm not usually like this. I'm not a disorganised person."

"Uh-huh," he says. The word alone, and you know he doesn't believe you.

You groan in frustration, raking your hands through your hair. "What now? I can't find an ATM."

"Yeah, the town council just started setting it up, so even if you go to the bank now, you can't use it yet."

"Bank...? You know what, never mind. How do I get money?"

He smirks, and seemingly without a care in the world, replies, "You earn it and show her, I guess."

"No. Absolutely not."

"I couldn't get another job for you at short notice. Get in there."

"No!"

"Do you want to pay Ms Hwang back and settle the situation or not?"

"..."

You unwillingly take the bright yellow rubber gloves he has outstretched to you.

"What am I supposed to do?" You cringe as you pull the gloves on, trying to avoid the spray of seawater that comes soaring toward you as the first fish boat docks.

"Simple. You pull in the squid nets and help detangle them. And then you pour them into buckets and bring it over there." Wonwoo points, while shielding his eyes from the sun, to a group of chattering elderly women on the other side of the dock.

You visibly cringe again as you catch sight of flopping fish in the nets, and his eyes narrow at you. "Don't look like that. It's an honest job. How most of us earn a living around here."

"I-I've just never done this before -- oh that is disgusting!" You yelp and shrink back as a fisherman hauls a soaking net of fish, reeking of seaweed, over his shoulder, greeting Wonwoo cheerfully as he passes you. You wonder if Wonwoo really does know everyone in this town.

Wonwoo sighs and tiredly motions for you to get on the dock. "I'll get going after I settle you in. Don't make trouble for the fishermen."

Uncertainly, you climb into the wooden platform, and a fisherman offers you his hand. You take one look at his hand, rough with toil and wrinkled from the water, and decline. Wonwoo stares at you.

“How much am I earning?” You call out as you struggle to step away from the dirty fish nets.

“Minimum wage, of course,” Wonwoo calls back, arms folded as he scans your current position.

You stop in your tracks and look up. Your quick calculation shows that’s slightly less than ten minutes’ worth of fees for your consultation in the clinic. You open your mouth to argue about the proportion of your hard work to the meager results, but he hefts his bag and starts striding away.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

“You want me to stay here and boss you around?”

Never mind. “Forget it. Leave me alone.”

He rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t planning to stay even if you wanted me to. I’ll come over later.”

The fisherman beckons you towards the docks, and with a shudder, you walk towards him.

Wonwoo can’t believe himself.

It’s been almost three hours after he left you at the docks, and he’s on his way, as promised, to give you your pay.

He’s half expecting you to be kicking up a fuss with the poor fishermen and the chatty grandmas who handle the squid, and making everyone’s life miserable, but to his surprise…you’re not.

Sure, the grandmas don’t seem to like you as much as they like him, but they seem to tolerate you enough to let you sit with them and learn how to remove the insides of a squid.

And you’re not shying away anymore. Not cringing and making stupid remarks about how gross it is. You’re sitting there, eyes trained in concentration as a grandma directs you.

Wonwoo smiles slightly before he knows it.

“Your pay,” the man himself gives you a small stack of cash.

You take it from him and sigh at how small it is. “Got it. I’m going back to the cafe.”

“Just give it to me. I’ll pass it to Ms Hwang for you, don’t think she wants to see you right now.”

You eye him suspiciously and his eyes widen comically.

“I’m not stealing your money!” He says exasperatedly.

You give in and hand him the stack. He counts out a few notes, presumably the cost of the coffee you didn't even get, and passes the rest back to you.

You shrug as you put the cash in your wallet. “Anything else?" Your voice isn't the most polite, but you're tired, so, so exhausted, and all you want to do is go home and crash.

“Going home already?”

“I’ve spent enough time here.”

He raises his eyebrows. “I see.”

He doesn’t say anything as he watches you leave.

“What?” You haven’t left the town. You’re standing next to your car, furiously talking into the phone.

“Right?! It’s insane! Of all the things in the world…” It’s your friend, Delia, a pediatric nurse, on the other end.

“You have to be kidding me. There is no way I can work on the same floor as him.”

‘Him’ being your ex. By far the ugliest breakup you had, in which the fights seemed never-ending, the slamming of doors a normal occurrence ever since his cheating. No more date nights, or any occasion that had you feeling breathless like when you met him. Stinging words had been exchanged, till the one that had gone too far: "You have a lot of gall saying all that when your parents are gone because of you."

And you had gotten out. No one should have used that against you.

Your professions had been a common denominator that drew you to each other, and it seemed that would be what reunited you.

"I'm not doing this," you snap into the phone. "I'm not starting a five-year contract with that man across the hall."

Your friend agrees before you end the call. You send a hurried email to the hospital, requesting extra discussion about your placement, before tugging at your hair in frustration. Tears burn in your eyes at the thought of your ex.

"Weren't you leaving?" You turn only to see Wonwoo standing there, hands in his pockets, his haversack slung over one shoulder in a casual, boyish fashion.

You hastily wipe your tears, as if he hadn't already seen them. His eyes change a fraction in concern.

"Yes. I was."

"What's wrong?"

"None of your business."

He shakes his head at you. "You really need to work on that sharp tongue of yours." Raising a hand in goodbye, he says, "Then I'll get going. A kid in the neighbourhood needs me."

"What for?" The words come out before you can stop them.

He looks back to you, bemused. "What?"

You swallow. "I'm a pediatrician. If a child is hurt or something, I can deal with it."

He tilts his head. "Well...yeah, the kid is running a high fever or something. Might be the flu, we get that a lot around here."

"Okay," you say, typing something in your phone. "Lead the way."

"You're serious?"

"Is there a hospital or clinic you can get them to?" You ask, eyes still on your phone as you note things down, as you do for occasional house calls.

"The nearest hospital is a 45-minute drive away since the only clinic here closed some time back. We usually just go to the town pharmacy when we need anything," Wonwoo prattles as if he's said it a thousand times.

You frown at him in disapproval. "Why wouldn't you have a clinic here? It's a whole town full of people."

"This isn't the city, miss," Wonwoo repeats. "You can't really expect everything you have in the city to be here too."

"Don't you think that's such a lame excuse? You can't even handle any health problems," you counter, and he goes quiet, raising his brows inquisitively. "And my name is Y/N. Don't waste my time. Let's go."

"38.7 degrees," you say out loud, sitting on the floor of the family's humble home with Wonwoo next to you. The young mother clutches her shivering son to her a little tighter, looking panicked. "Oh, what should I do? He couldn't eat anything and he got dizzy, and-"

You look up from the small pile of supplies you got from the small pharmacy, and reply, "Don't worry. It should just be a slightly more severe cold than usual. He's pushing a fever because his body is fighting an infection, and the body's response is why he can't eat anything right now. But I'll get him to swallow a bit of water with paracetamol, and sponge his forehead. It should break the fever. For the dizziness, it's because his immune system is affected by the cold. Let him sleep through it, and once the fever breaks, he'll be just fine."

The mother seems concerned still, and so you continue to placate her. "We're closer to the sea here, so colds like these are common because of the cooler weather. And he's still young. Kids tend to be more susceptible to sickness. This is still perfectly normal, so don't worry too much. I promise he'll be okay."

The mother seems less panicky and begins tending to her son after a brief thank-you. Wonwoo turns to look at you, your eyes still fixated on the duo. You just spoke so much, so gently, to a mother and child you didn't even know.

"So, you're a doctor, huh?" It's after everything has settled. You and Wonwoo are walking down the narrow path together.

"Pediatrician. I can do family medicine in general too, I just specialise in pediatrics."

"The town could do with a doctor like you," he muses. "Better than the villagers having to travel so far all the time."

"I was thinking about that."

"What?"

You shrug. "It's not right that there's no doctor here at all."

"Mhm. I've been nagging the town council for a small clinic at least, but they haven't been able to find a doctor who can stay long-term over here." Wonwoo kicks a small pebble with his well-worn boots, and it skittles off the path into the grass.

"I have a few months before I have to head back for my job."

"Uh-huh..."

You breathe deeply. The next sentence seems so daunting. "I can do a short attachment here. Clinic appointments or something."

He raises his eyebrows. "I thought you hated it here."

"I do." You reply with no hesitation. "I...I just don't like the idea of kids not having a doctor around. Especially with the dirt and sea air and germs around here and all that."

"Whatever you say, Miss Doctor." He's smiling slightly as you ramble.

"It's Y/N."

"Got it, Miss Doctor. And I'm Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo. People around here just call me Chief Jeon." He holds his hand out to shake yours.

"Okay, Chief Jeon." You turn to face him, ignoring his offered hand. He retracts it, looking even more amused. "I'll do this three-month arrangement. In return, I need a favour."

"Name it."

"Fix the card machines."

He lets out a chuckle at your firm order. "You drive a hard deal. Consider it done."

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.02: on a whim

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🌼taglist: @gaslysainz

writer's note: yayayay you're staying! thanks for reading ✌️

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

03. broadcast?

🌼 warnings: awkward situations!

🌼 word count: 2,297 words

"So you're moving in?" Wonwoo asks as you finish up your fifth phone call of the day.

"Guess so," you shrug as you tuck your phone back into your pocket. "I got a moving company to help me with my stuff. Not everything, since I'll be going back in a few months."

He nods thoughtfully. "And you'll need a place to stay, I'm guessing."

You look at him. "I'm not staying with you. Don't try that."

"Calm down, Miss Doctor. I'm not ever offering my place up. You'll need to pay rent for that anyway. I can arrange a meeting with a landlord for you if you need it."

"How do I know I can trust you?" You narrow your eyes.

"I know everyone in this town." Wonwoo replies without missing a beat, in the tone that grates on your nerves. "What's it going to be? I'm a busy man."

Miss Kim is nice. Probably the nicest person in the town ever.

She drafts up a contract swiftly right in the local bookshop after your discussion about your housing arrangement with the help of Wonwoo, who serves as your middleman. She also starts talking about a small clinic space for you.

"So just pay the stipulated monthly rent in the duration of the last week of every month and you're good." Miss Kim summarises after you've both signed the handwritten contract.

"Alright," you say.

Miss Kim smiles. "It's been a while since we've had any newcomers in the town. You're going to have a good time."

"I doubt that," you reply quietly, but Miss Kim waves you off.

"Wonwoo," she turns to the man sitting next to you. "I'll leave the renovating to you and the boys? Not sure about the plumbing situation, but-"

You raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"No worries," Wonwoo reassures the middle-aged woman, a warm smile on his face. "Shua and Kwan are pretty free around this time. We'll handle it. And it's for a clinic, that's important. We'll sort that out too."

"Oh, you angel," the woman sighs happily. "Well, that's one load off. Y/N, dear, I'll see you soon when you move in. No need to worry about anything. Wonwoo, Joshua, and Seungkwan will handle it for you. Goodness, I've never seen boys who work better with wrenches than they do!"

She gets to her feet, and by default both you and Wonwoo stand up too. "I have to head off," she adds ruefully. "My- Mr Woo, I mean, needs someone to collect the trash bags again."

You bow as she leaves, and spin towards Wonwoo. "You do renovation?"

"Reno, plumbing, painting, wallpaper installation, carpenting, whatever makes up a house." He smirks. "Do you need my services, Miss Doctor?"

"I'm not trusting you with my house."

He rolls his eyes and groans. "Not this again."

"It's serious!" You retort. "I want to stay in a nice place for the 3 months I'm here-"

The flap of a booklet cuts you off.

Wonwoo has opened a whole damn book of certifications. Encased in transparent pockets, they tumble down, showcasing their sheer number in all its glory. And they reflect exactly what he says, you note as you scan down the list. He has government-issued licenses for renovation, as an estate agent, plumbing, wallpaper, carpenting, and no way... he's a licensed barista? A certified mechanic??

"Not so anxious anymore?" Wonwoo chuckles as he looks at your dumbfounded expression. "You-"

"Come on," he says, slinging his backpack across his shoulder. "You should go home, it's getting late. Come back soon so you can take a look at the house and the clinic plot."

He fishes out his phone. "What's your number?" After you give it to him reluctantly, he lifts a hand in goodbye as he strides out of the shop, leaving you.

"You're moving?!"

"Why ae you so surprised?"

"You're a city girl through and through, YN LN," your friend announces. "You whine when you have to take the stairs instead of a lift in the mall. There is no way you're upping and leaving to a place where they don't even take cards."

"I asked this guy to get them fixed," you shrug. "And it's just for three months, I'm not staying forever."

"I know you just have to do something rash when you see kids in need, YN," your friend sighs. "The time when you decided to donate half your first paycheck to feed underprivileged kids? Or the time when you organised a sale in twelve hours during college to fund medicine supply for-"

"Okay, shut up!" You turn to your friend, flustered, who's laughing unabashedly now. "The kids in that town don't have a clinic. The adults and grandparents don't either. And t's a private establishment, so I'll earn a lot of money while I'm there. There's a Louis Vuitton bag I've been eyeing."

Your friend laughs again, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Sure. Whatever you say."

"Hi. I'm Joshua, everyone calls me Shua. And that's Seungkwan over there."

The two good natured men smile at you and you bow back stiffly. Beside them, Wonwoo is pacing the area that is soon to be your house, tape measure in hand.

"Hello."

"So, our newest addition!" Seungkwan smiles. "We're trying to plan your interior deco, what are you thinking of?"

"Fabric wallpaper," you reply immediately. "In taupe or grey. I'm thinking beige furniture, gives it a minimalist vibe?"

Seungkwan opens his mouth, presumably to suggest something else, but Joshua cuts in smoothly, smiling at you. "No problem. It's great that you know what you want."

At last, finally someone who gets you. "Thanks," you say stiffly, letting out a tight smile.

Wonwoo seems to be done with the measurements, as he keeps his tape measure. "Shua, Kwan, I'll take Miss Doctor to see the clinic plot. Be back soon."

"Okay!"

Wonwoo beckons to you. "Come on then."

A swift ten minutes later, you're standing in the middle of the clinic space.

"This could be the observation room," you mutter to yourself. "Or the office."

You deem the place good enough to move into. Plenty of natural light, a spacious front room, and a few more rooms at the back for observation rooms and your own office.

"Send me what you want for the wallpaper and all that," Wonwoo says, as you both leave the place and he gets ready to head back to your future house. "And it's minimum wage per hour for all three of us. We take bank transfers."

"What?"

Wonwoo smirks. "This isn't the city, but we don't work for free. I'll send you the details, you can just pay us when we're finished."

You gape at him. "I- of course I'm going to pay you! Who do you think I am, a leech?"

He shrugs. "Whatever you say. Anyway, I'll contact you when we're done, but the office might take a while more. Bye."

Dear Miss YN LN,

Thank you for your letter regarding your placement at the pediatrics unit here at Seoul University Hospital. Unfortunately, we cannot make the necessary re-arrangements as the other doctor mentioned has already started his five-year term with us. As we are in the process of preparing for the start of your contract, you were given the three months delay before you begin work.

Do advise us on what we can do to improve the situation as we hope to provide you with a positive working experience. We look forward to your reply.

Warmest Regards

Seoul University Hospital

Three Weeks Later

"Looks okay."

"Just 'okay'?" Wonwoo scoffs. "Shua spent all weekend putting up that fancy wallpaper you wanted."

"I thought you could deliver whatever your clients wanted," You hiss. Delia's eyes flick between both of you, seemingly in amusement.

"Thanks, Chief Jeon. YN's a little picky, but the place looks great!" She interrupts, and you shoot her a glare.

"No worries, Miss..?" Wonwoo smiles at her.

"Just call me Delia! YN, you stay here. I'm going to check the town out, yeah?" And before you can respond, she's out of the newly renovated house.

"She knows you," Wonwoo points out, reaching down to pick his haversack up. "You're prickly and bad-tempered, and-"

"Don't finish that."

He chuckles, fixing his belt. "Anyway, Seungkwan wanted me to pass you a message. The villagers heard we have a doctor staying here for a while, so they want to invite you to a village dinner tonight. Come if you're free, and take the chance to know them better, would you?"

"I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on! You can promote your clinic at the same time, no? Those things are usually pretty fun."

You perk up slightly and he notices. He lets out a laugh. "See you there. Bring your friend if you want to so you're not alone."

Unfortunately, Delia isn't free, what with her taking the night shift at her nursing job in a Seoul hospital. She leaves with the promise to call you when she's free to chat, and you head to the location on your own.

You bow stiffly to the three grandmas who taught you how to handle squid as they pass you, and they chuckle and pat your hand. Cringing at the feeling of old, wrinkled hands on you but saying nothing, you head towards a familiar face.

"Oh YN! Didn't think I'd see you here!" Joshua remarks cheerfully, holding tongs and standing over a portable grill sizzling with seafood. "Here, I'll grab you a plate. These prawns came in fresh, so you get first dibs off the grill!"

"YN! Over here!" Seungkwan's voice catches your attention, and you turn to see him waving you in the direction of his table. Next to him, playing with a young girl, is the chief you least want to see.

Joshua lets out a hearty laugh as he passes you a plate, laden with seafood and meat and rice. "Eat up. Stay with Seungkwan if you're a little awkward, he'll keep the conversation flowing."

You thank him a little quietly before making your way to the table. As you settle, a middle-aged man reaches to shake your hand.

"Mr Woo," He says, a little gruffly but still pleasantly. "I work in the village bank."

"Bank...?" You ask. "I didn't see one when I-" You stop yourself before the embarrassing story of you trying to retrieve your pride pours out.

"Oh! It's a small one, near the convenience store. It's quite secluded so you probably didn't catch it." Mr Woo doesn't seem fazed as he explains. Seungkwan throws his head back and laughs, "I had a hell of a time trying to find it when it was first built!"

The conversation starts and you try to listen, but it's just not the same. You're only used to chats about tough medical cases and patients, never about the day's currents, the catches from the sea, and the trash collection on Saturday mornings. You only pretend to be distracted when you see the chatterbox Miss Hwang arrive. You don't really want another debate with her.

Luckily, Delia's call when the clock approaches 9 gives you a mild reprieve. You excuse yourself and close the door to the small room at the back. It looks like the broadcast room, with a small mic there. You swipe accept on Delia's call.

"Hey, girl!" her voice rings across the line. "How's the dinner?"

"Awful," You sigh as you ean against the mic shelf. "I haven't mentioned my clinic once, and all they talk about is the day's fish!"

"Don't be such a grump," Delia teases. "That's a nice topic, you know. Life there seems so idyllic, I'd so take that over this any day."

"No you don't," You reply tiredly. "They're all so simple -- too simple it's aggravating. The chatterbox lady insisted on playing the strangest music earlier, and I wish I hadn't said I was staying here, now I have to put up and pretend I'm interested in their way of life!"

"You might like it there. The people seem pretty nice," Delia persists. Fortunately, her nagging is cut short by a call of her name, presumably from another nurse. "Shoot. I gotta go."

"Go on," you mutter. "I'll find an excuse to leave soon or something."

With a goodbye the call ends, and you mentally prep yourself to head out again.

But when you leave, you don't hear the excited hum of chatter among the villagers. Not the weird trot music Miss Hwang insisted on playing. Save for the sizzle of the grill, the whole space is silent. Every single villager's eyes follow you. Even Miss Hwang has fallen silent for once, pupils dilated in seemingly shock.

You swallow. "What?"

You turn in Seungkwan's direction. Joshua's. And Wonwoo's. The other two men aren't meeting your gaze at all, but Wonwoo is looking up and directly at you. His eyes don't have the same spark they did when you saw him earlier. They've hardened in anger and disappointment, and his jaw has tightened considerably. Joshua's deliberately looking everywhere else except for in your direction, and Mr Woo's pretending to pick at nonexistent fuzz on his clothes. Seungkwan can't even meet your eye.

You're stuck in momentary confusion until it hits you in a wave of shock and panic. The mic. The mic in the room must have been turned on the whole damn time. Your words had been broadcasted for everyone there to hear.

Your face and ears burn red, and you stride over to the table, as quickly as your shaky legs can handle, grab your bag and leave. No one follows you or tries to stop you to explain yourself.

You've stunned the whole town into silence.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼pairing: wonwoo x reader (written and smau), fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.03: broadcast?

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writer's note: oh noooooo

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04. 53,000 won

🌼 warnings: mention of a funeral (but no one dies, it's just a description), awkward socialisation

🌼 word count: ~3k

"Ugh!!" Your head is in your hands, sitting in the middle of your newly-furnished apartment, mulling over the incident. A part of you feels bad for saying all that out, but how were you to know the mic was on?

A knock on your door breaks you out of your struggle. You sigh and pull yourself up. When you open the door, you're surprised to see Wonwoo outside. His mouth is set in a mocking smile, all the previous friendliness and teasing tone gone.

He cuts in before you can ask what he's doing here. "You really think you're better than everyone, don't you?"

"What?" You ask in shock.

"You must have had a smooth life, right? I told you before, Miss L/N. This isn't the city." He continues coldly, not a usual shred of humour in that sentence to be seen. "We live differently from you bigshots in the city, that's true. We make honest livings, and everyone has had their fair share of struggles. And what did you say -- 'too simple it's aggravating'? I'm not sure you know about anything any one of us has gone through. I humoured you at first because I thought you were just awkward with us, but I guess I shouldn't have." He gives a mirthless laugh.

You snap, "If this is about earlier, just stop. I don't need you to rub it in."

He raises his eyebrows. "You went around calling us all simpletons in essence, but you get upset the moment I call you out for it?" You shoot a glare at him, but he continues, unfazed.

"Listen here, Doctor. Life isn't so fair on everyone. You may have had it easy, but a lot of people spend their lives on unpaved roads, and some run at full speed only to reach the edge of a cliff. You have no right to undermine that, got it?"

He stalks off without looking back.

You slam the door shut and return to the middle of the room, fuming. Not even three minutes later your pity party is interrupted by yet another knock on the door.

Fed up, you storm to the door and pull it open, ready to vent on the man...

"Delia??" You ask, and she breaks into a smile. "Surprise!"

"What are you doing here?!" You burst into tears and crush her in a hug. Her expression turns into one of concern. "Wha- are you okay??"

"I messed up!" You sob into her shoulder as she hurriedly comforts you and pats you on the back. "When I was telling you about the town, I was in the broadcast room, and it played out for everyone to hear."

"Oh." Delia pauses the patting for a second before pulling away from the hug. "Yeah, you really did screw up."

"Delia!" You wail. "What now? I can't face them anymore. I'll have to move out, but I'll be unemployed. I-"

"Okay, calm down, shh, shh," Delia says, rubbing your back to soothe you. "It's okay. Just apologise -- sincerely -- and make sure you don't do it again." After a pause, she asks, "Is that why I saw Chief Jeon walking down the path earlier?"

"You saw him?" You ask, stricken. "Did he say anything?"

"No, he just smiled and said hello," Delia replies. "He didn't seem any different."

"Crap," You groan, leaning against the couch.

"Yup, crap indeed," Delia says bracingly. "Look, really, try to have fun here, okay? I know this wasn't your first choice, but a lot can happen in three months. I think you need to give them a chance before you say anything. I mean, if someone just assumed shit about you, you'd be mad too, right?"

You shrug. Delia rolls her eyes. "Go take a walk or something to clear your head. You might go do something rash if I keep on yapping, so go on."

You throw on a cardigan over yourself and make your way out the door with Delia's encouragement. You finally walk to the harbour, rather chilly at this time of night, and to your dismay, you spot Chief Jeon, sitting with Seungkwan and Joshua along the steep step at the top.

Oh. It was all three of them.

You brace yourself to walk right past them but sigh, Delia's words replaying over and over in your head. But they probably hated you now, you reasoned. So if you walked past them, they might not even bat an eyelash.

As you approach, Joshua looks up and raises his eyebrows. "Why're you here?"

"Walk," You reply hesitantly, trying to avoid eye contact. Seeing them again, in person, like this -- amplifies the embarrassment you feel. You can feel your ears turning red.

Chief Jeon huffs. "Sit down. You're not at a court sentencing or something."

Seungkwan finally looks up at you and motions with his head slightly, and that is your cue to sit, a small distance away from the three men.

"That," Chief Jeon says, pointing at the large, red lighthouse in the distance, glowing with bright lights against the night sky, "is the lighthouse. Fishermen use it lots when they can't get back before nightfall. It helps them navigate, and make sure they don't hit rocks and capsize."

You look at him curiously. "What?"

"Miss Hwang -- you've met her, the cafe owner-- can be a bit of a chatterbox, but she's really friendly. She's noisy, but she has a good heart, and she makes good company on lazy days." He continues, as if he hasn't heard you.

"Hey," Joshua nudges him, amusement on his face. "Tell her about Grandma Lee."

"Grandma Lee is everyone's family," Chief Jeon adds, a fond expression on his face as he looks out to sea. "She's lived here all her life, so she's watched practically everyone grow up, and she's seen lots of them come and go. She... she raised all three of us when we were kids, actually."

"She's the best person ever, and she's a good cook." Seungkwan tells you, the first sentence he's said to you since the fiasco.

Your confusion doesn't ebb. "What on earth are you three talking about?"

Chief Jeon rolls his eyes. But it's Joshua who speaks up first.

"We were getting to that," He says. "We're angry, yeah, that you jumped to the conclusions of us being simple that it was annoying. And Wonwoo was right that everyone's lives are different and you really shouldn't have said that." You're ready to retort, but Chief Jeon cuts in.

"You must be angry about what I said earlier."

"You know meddling can be dangerous, right?" You return. "You probably haven't caught up to the world yet."

"Probably," Chief Jeon shrugs. "But I'd appreciate it if you met them halfway."

You huff.

"I know this wasn't in your plans," Chief Jeon continues.

"...But?"

"This may sound old-fashioned, but this town hasn't had too many city people come in to stay," Seungkwan adds, tossing a pebble in the air and catching it. "So we're very tight-knit and our behaviour can be different from city people."

"Sounds exhausting," You mutter.

"Yet you chose to open a clinic here. Don't we all need some time to adjust?" Chief Jeon asks you. When you don't reply, he says, slightly sighing. "We were talking about it, and we figured all people make mistakes. Strictly speaking, it's not like you knew the mic in that room was on."

"We badmouth everyone at some point anyway, right? And everyone is probably talking shit about you right now," Seungkwan shrugs. "So you're all even. It's time for you to start over."

"And we want to tell you about life here," Joshua says, not unkindly. "So we can get to know each other a bit more, and we won't just be awkward up until you leave."

You stay silent, your irritation fading slightly. Perhaps these three weren't that bad.

Seungkwan launches into a quick briefing of the villagers. You find out that Mrs Woo, your landlord, has a seven-year-old son, who's top of his class and a quiet but obedient boy. That a young couple is running a small convenience store near the main path, and they're expecting a second baby soon. Wonwoo and Joshua stay silent, mostly, only chiming in very occasionally.

You don't say much, simply nodding at the right places, until Seungkwan snaps his fingers. "Ah, right! Reminds me, have you given out rice cakes?"

You stare at him in utter confusion, only for all three men to stare back at you, baffled. "You haven't? Seriously?" Wonwoo asks incredulously.

"No wonder," Joshua muses, before explaining. "You ever heard of the custom of handing out rice cakes when a business opens or when you move in?"

You nod slowly. "I thought that was a past tradition."

"Some of us see it as a form of courtesy," Joshua replies. "We'll help you make them, so pass them out. Maybe they'll take it as an olive branch."

You nod hesitantly. "Okay. I see."

Wonwoo shakes his head in mock amusement. "All those brains to be a doctor, and you really forgot rice cakes?"

You shoot him a wilting look, and he cracks a smile. "Don't start on your spiel about city life again."

"I wasn't going to," You say obstinately, but you know damn well you were on the verge of it.

To little surprise on your end, no one really changes their impression of you even after the rice cakes three days after you move in.

Some accept it with barely-there enthusiasm, while some don't even bother to spare you a second glance. It was expected, you muse, as you exit your twelfth household of the day.

"Miss Doctor!" A voice you know all too well calls out to you, and you look up wearily.

"What?"

"You handing out rice cakes?" He asks, outstretching his hands to take the few tins you have in your hands.

"Yeah. You guys said to."

He huffs. "Show some backbone about it, would you? You're promoting your clinic, not a funeral."

You cross your arms. "You try getting brushed off by so many people and see if you can still keep that grin on your face."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't be a baby. I bet you just went in, said "I hope you come to the clinic!" without apologising, and left."

You stay rooted to the ground. "So?"

He looks at you, shock on his face. "Did you really think that's enough? Of course no one would be convinced! An apology would be more than welcome."

You shrug, already worn out. "Whatever."

"Don't get grumpy on me," He says bracingly. "That's pathetic. Where's your friend, by the way?"

"Back in Seoul." You shrug.

He rolls his eyes. "Alright. Come with me this evening."

"What?"

"You're pretty stubborn. I said, meet me this evening. We're going somewhere."

"Wher-"

He stalks off, his hand stuck up in a wave.

"Idiot," You mutter.

You meet him at the junction near the small convenience store at the junction at six sharp.

"Oh, you're here early," He remarks as he approaches you. "Come on. We're going to the village meeting."

"What?" You recoil instantly, and he clicks his tongue. "Don't be a baby, honestly. Come on."

He leads you, with lots of complaining, back to the same place with the broadcast room. This time, you hear the buzz of people's voices, some laughter, lively conversation from inside.

Your hesitation is obvious as Wonwoo ushers you, and he sighs. "I'm giving you a chance to go in and try making things right. They need you as a doctor like you need them as companions, you know?"

You try to glare at him, but with your unwillingness and nerves combined, it's much milder than usual. He's clearly unbothered as he cocks his head towards the room. "I'll catch up with you. Go on."

"You're not coming?" The words shoot out, more alarmed than you intended.

"Time's a-ticking. I'm not the one who should apologise, Miss Doctor."

You huff, turn your back to him, and steel yourself. "Fine." Your heels crunch into the gravel as you walk towards the room.

He watches you as you march away.

You open the door warily, and all eyes turn to you. Disgruntled mutters break out as you step in awkwardly, but Seungkwan and Joshua, who are already sitting cross-legged near the back, smile slightly and wave you over to sit with them. Amongst the not-so-discreet chatter of the grandmothers who eye you disapprovingly, you make your way through and sit next to them in relief.

The conversation is muted until Ms Hwang asks (although it sounds more like a confrontation to you), "Why are you here, Doctor?"

"Um..."

Seungkwan clicks his tongue before he cuts in, clearly sensing your discomfort with all the villagers staring at you, not kindly in the slightest. "She's living here with us in the town now! Of course, she should be here."

Joshua murmurs assent, hand coming up to pat your shoulder in comfort. You try to smile awkwardly, and the villagers go back to mumbling under their breaths. That is until the door opens and Wonwoo comes in. He's carrying a box of fruits, you observe, and the villagers make way for him on autopilot. He sets the large box down, makes eye contact with you, and breaks out into a grin.

"Ah, Miss Doctor! I see why you needed my help carrying this in." He makes a show of stretching his back. "This is rather heavy, huh?"

"Wha-" You start to ask, but Seungkwan jabs you in the ribs. He's smiling when you look at him, and you finally figure out the act.

The murmurs continue, but more so in surprise, and as Wonwoo looks around in mock confusion, he deliberately chuckles out. "Ah, Miss Doctor heard about the village meeting today. She went to get fruits for everyone, but it was too heavy. She didn't even want my help until I insisted!"

The three grandmas turn to look at you, but the air of disapproval is replaced by something more questioning. The change is rather welcomed, though, the feeling of being scrutinised slowly fading. You manage to laugh out awkwardly.

The meeting goes without a hitch. The villagers help themselves to the peaches and apples Wonwoo — “you” brought— as your landlord addresses the issues of village cleaning and trash bags. Joshua even throws in a few deliberate praises on your choice of fruits. As the sky outside darkens, your landlord finally wraps up, and she adds, "Let's all thank Y/N for bringing fruits today, okay?"

A few mumbles of thanks are heard, but that alone sends endless relief through you.

Everyone files out after a while, goodnight's and see you's exchanged. You hang behind the rest, walking with Wonwoo. Seungkwan and Joshua go on ahead, saying they want to have an early night.

He stops you at the junction and holds out his palm.

"What?" You ask.

"53,000."

"Huh?"

"53,000 won."

"Wha-"

"For the fruits. I didn't want to say this to you earlier."

You huff and reach into your bag, but he stops you. "Bank transfers are fine. I'm not going on another wild goose chase with you for money."

"God, do you ever get tired?"

He chuckles at your annoyed tone before speaking again, slightly warmer and less sarcastic. "Good job today. I think the grandmas are warming up to you."

Before you can respond, he's striding back down the path, waving goodbye to you.

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🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.04: 53,000 won

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writer's note: wonwoo is our saviour 😋

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05. he made sense though

🌼 warnings: mentions of a creep, injuries

🌼 word count: ~2.7k

"Y/N!!"

"Delia?? What are you doing back here?"

She shrugs. "I quit."

"What?!" You exclaim.

She looks at you. "Some creep wouldn't stop bothering me," She says lightheartedly, but one look at her expression tells you she's not feeling too great at all. "The doctor wouldn't take action even when she saw it in the flesh. Said something about not ruining our reputation. So I left." She promptly bursts into tears, and you're quick to draw her into a tight hug.

"Oh, god." You murmur. "Okay. It's okay. You're safe now, Dee. Come on in first."

"I'm jobless!" She chokes out a laugh through her tears, as you settle her on your couch. "Amazing, huh?"

"No, don't think like that," You insist, before a bright idea pops into your head. "Work with me. Over here. You like the village, don't you?"

"What? I-I do, but-"

"I don't have a nurse right now," You explain, getting more excited. "I could use the help."

She looks up at you, hope creeping into her face. "Really?"

"Yeah. It would be amazing if you stayed with me," You breathe out.

She squeals and tackles you. Amid her excited ramble of thanks, you catch the hint of relieved laughter

Loud bangs on your door wake you and Delia up.

"What the..." Delia grits out, shoving a pillow over her face. "It's 8am!"

You pull yourself out from the warm covers, and very grumpily, open the door to see Wonwoo. "Come on out," He says. "We have weekly village cleaning on Saturdays."

"It's a weekend!" You exclaim. "Who in their right mind wakes up this early --"

"We do," Wonwoo smirks at your cranky state. "Ten minutes. See you out there."

"See you never," You mutter, and he turns back to you to warn, "You better go get ready. Don't go back to sleep."

"You can't make me."

"Don't make me pull out the megaphone."

You huff and close the door.

He pulls out the megaphone. Right. At. Your. Doorstep.

And so fifteen minutes later, you find yourself in the ugliest neon green vest ever, a broom in your hands, sweeping the streets with a grumpy and groggy Delia by your side. Joshua and Seungkwan come by to say hello to your best friend, and Delia brightens up considerably after Seungkwan compliments her hair.

"He's so charming!" She sighs after they walk away, as you half-heartedly sweep up some dead leaves.

"Mmhmm. Got it." You don't even process her words, only scowling at the annoyingly dapper town chief.

"Y/N! We have a patient!"

You leave your office and to the counter, where you find Wonwoo and one of the grandmas you handled squids with standing together. You bow, and take the grandma's chart for a look.

"Grandma Lee," You read off the paper. "Pain in the elbow, extending to the wrist..."

"She does heavy work by the docks sometimes. You handled squids with her," Wonwoo supplies.

"Okay, got it. Would you come with me? We'll take a look."

Ten minutes, later, after a series of questions and quick presses to the painful areas, you conclude.

"So, you'll probably need a form of therapy," You say. "A few weeks' worth of exercises and physio to relax the surrounding joints and let it heal. It might be because of the constant strain and pulling. I'll get some pain relief for you in the meantime, but don't rely only on it. Healing the injury is key."

Wonwoo nods, and checks to make sure Grandma Lee understands.

"Doctor?" Grandma Lee speaks up.

"Yes?' You turn to her. "Any questions about the treatment?"

"How much would it cost?"

"Ah, your insurance will cover most of it."

"How much would I need to pay?" Grandma Lee looks up at you from her chair.

"It really differs by the number of sessions." You ponder. "But as a ballpark..." You scribble down a rough estimation, and her eyes widen as she sees the figure.

"Oh, that's so expensive!" The lady exclaims. "I wouldn't spend so much money just on my arm. Forget it."

"Grandma-" Wonwoo tries to interrupt.

"There are home-based exercises that we can try out if the cost doesn't work out for you," You attempt to placate her. "However, doing them under guidance is much better so you don't risk getting injured and making it wor-"

"Oh, never mind that," She says impatiently. "I'll just have painkillers."

"Please don't worry. I know medical prices can be very burdensome. We can discuss this further only after you're properly healed," You console. "Right now, the payment isn't my concern. The pain seems to be quite serious in some places--"

Wonwoo takes her arm as she tries to get up. "Grandma, why don't we hear the doctor out and consider it first? She's a professio-"

"Nothing pain medicine can't fix," She complains as you address her.

"Ma'am," You explain. "Injuries aren't always something you can fix with painkillers. If we don't fix the root cause, the pain will persist and it might get worse-"

"Hey, you don't have to scare her-" Wonwoo seems alarmed.

"Do you happen to be... in need of financial aid?" You blurt out in a moment of weakness.

"Hey!" Wonwoo starts, eyes widening.

"What?" Grandma Lee asks, looking offended. "Who do you take me for- I'll have you know, the land I own here is bigger than others! My kid works at a high-end company in Seoul. Do you think, what, I can't afford it?"

"Okay, um..." You blow out a breath, and look back down at your clipboard, clicking your pen shut. "Then...why don't you discuss this with your son first? We can do another consultation and see what we can do once we're all on the same page."

"Fine!" Grandma Lee retorts angrily, before pushing herself up and hobbling out of the room. Wonwoo starts to call for her, but she's already gone. He whirls on you.

"Did you have to?" Wonwoo asks exasperatedly.

"What?" You ask, annoyed.

"Ask about financial aid and all of that shit -- is that really what a doctor should say?"

"I asked because she was being stubborn."

"Stubborn-- have you thought that she maybe doesn't want to bother her family with the fees?" Frustration is laced into Wonwoo's words, his voice slightly louder than before.

"No, I haven't thought about it." You answer angrily, without missing a beat. "And I don't really understand that. She would rather endure the pain than get it resolved, just for her son?"

"Why are you like this?" Wonwoo half-shouts, getting up. "Look...I don't have time for this. You-"

"Neither do I," You say, folding your arms. "And please don't overreact. You're not her legal guardian."

He shoots you a glare, full of hurt and disappointment, before he grits out, "People really don't change so easily, do they." He then turns on his heel and storms out of the room.

Sighing, you return to perusing her chart.

You're still pondering over it that evening, and Delia is about to lose her marbles over your brooding when you get a text from Wonwoo.

"Meet me at the harbour."

When you reach the same spot where you ran into Joshua and Seungkwan and Wonwoo, this time it's just the chief alone. You sit a small distance away from him. "What is it?"

"She called her son earlier," He begins with no preamble. "And he said he wanted to wait a while since he's paying off the kids' school fees and he hasn't gotten his promotion."

You stay quiet. You know about the financial issues patients sometimes face. You've already made your decision to cure her after a long think and consulting with Delia, but you decide to listen anyway.

"We've told you about Grandma Lee." He starts. "And you know how she is. She wouldn't spend money on her treatment because she doesn't want to tell her family and stress them out. Her son has a family to support."

You stay silent, but he says nothing about it. He turns to you fully. "What I'm saying is, I'll pay for her treatment. Just don't tell her it was me. Say... say you had some kind of free treatment or something."

"I can't," You say immediately. "I have to be responsible for anything I do as a doctor. If I'm trying to help her get better, it would be unethical if I didn't inform her of the whole process from treatment to payment, black-and-white."

"Fine," Chief Jeon nods in understanding. "Make up any excuse within your limits. Just don't say it was me."

"Why are you being stubborn on this, too?" You ask softly.

"Grandma Lee raised me," He insists. "We take care of the people we love. She never likes to trouble her son--"

"So she just bears with the pain?" You interrupt, then sigh slightly. "That's a little selfish."

"Selfish?" Wonwoo says exasperatedly. "She's the most selfless woman I know. How could you even say that?"

"Because it's frustrating to watch." You look down at your hands.

"Don't you know anything about sacrifice?" Wonwoo confronts you hotly. "She's sacrificed so many things her whole life--"

"Why are you getting upset?" You retort, becoming just as irate. "Do you know what it means to be a good parent?"

He goes quiet, and so you continue, eyes blazing. "It means taking care of themselves and staying healthy for a long time."

His eyes flick back to yours, anger immediately draining from them. You ignore it and keep going.

"They shouldn't be putting aside their well-being in the name of not burdening their family!" You exhale sharply. "They should care for their own health the most, for the good of themselves and their loved ones. She shouldn't be putting herself through so much pain and letting herself suffer. Don't you get it?"

And with the outburst, you get to your feet and storm off. Wonwoo watches you leave.

Once you get back through the door you pass Delia's closed door, go to your room, and sink into a chair. You hated it, disliked the feeling so much, but something about Grandma Lee just couldn’t tear you away from her case. You rub your eyes in exhaustion.

We take care of the people we love.

It looks like you had a grandma to visit.

"Is anyone home?" You mutter as you enter her front yard the next evening.

"Who's that?" You can hear her voice and her footsteps as she ambles slowly out of her house.

"Oh. It's you," She says as she catches sight of you. You wonder if it's too late to turn back and escape, but you make yourself stay put, and bow to her. "Grandma Lee."

She sighs. "Since you're already here, might as well eat. Have you had dinner?"

As your head shakes no awkwardly, she tuts something about not eating properly before she ushers you into her home, to a seat at her table. You try to refuse, but she waves you away and goes back to her kitchen, and before long you hear the clangs as she makes a tray and sets it before you.

"Go on, eat!" She says as she opens a steaming bowl of soup. "I made these fresh myself, using kimchi we made. Try it."

You murmur a soft thank-you to her before you cautiously take a bite.

It tastes...like what you would have at heaven's gates. Rich and flavourful, the kimchi adds just the right tang of sour and crunch. "It's... really good,” You mumble quietly.

"Oh, that's good. I was afraid it wasn't good, you know. Nowadays, I'm not as agile as before. Bending over and making kimchi gets harder as you age. I ache everywhere after I make it." She chuckles awkwardly, and you smile softly along with her.

"And your arm wouldn't make it easier since it's in pain, right?" You attempt probing a step further, and she sighs and shakes her head. "I guess not."

"Then how could you think just painkillers would solve the problem?" You admonish, no anger in your words, and she smiles sheepishly.

But just like that, the tension eases a little, and you're relieved when she reverts to her slightly chatty self, going on about how doctors should be eating more to keep themselves going.

It feels like your own grandma watching to make sure you ate well, and you're maybe, just probably, starting to understand why Wonwoo adores her so much. Her presence is comforting, like a confidant you could come home to.

After you eat she brings you outside to the yard with some chilled barley. You sit with her on the porch as she tells you childhood stories of Wonwoo and Joshua and Seungkwan, and how they were called The Little Daredevils, and she pauses when she gets to Wonwoo leaving the town for a good three years. You smile at the right places, and look at the way her greying hair (white in some places) blows in the breeze as the sun sets and night falls.

"Ah, that boy," She sighs as she massages her feet and you pour her a cup of barley. "I was worried when he left, you know. And he didn't call anyone back here. He was different when he came back. Not the energetic chief we see now."

You nod awkwardly, remembering your spat with him. "I see. I'm glad he got better, didn't he?"

"He even offered to pay for the treatment!" She says, before shaking her head in fond exasperation. "He's mischievous, but he's a good man."

"...He is," You affirm, rather reluctantly. You cast your eyes down and shake your head as you recall his prior attempts to explain Grandma's situation to you. God, how he would laugh when he found out about this!

"And my son said to hold off on the treatment, so..."

That helps you recall why you're here in the first place.

"Grandma Lee, I came to tell you... come back to the clinic." You mumble.

She looks up, startled at your direct words. "Hm?"

"I might not be able to give you a hundred percent discount," You tug at the hem of your dress nervously. "But... I thought about it, and Wonwoo spoke to me... I wanted to apologise. I should at least try to understand your hardships. So...I won't charge you full price. Maybe just for the consultation."

"Oh..."

"Don't tell anyone, though," You try for a smile. "It can be our secret."

"If it's bad for business, you don't need--" She begins, flustered, but you wave your hands in refusal, face flushing. "It's not that, really."

She waits for you to continue.

"I won't get to see my parents retire and move to a peaceful place," You say quietly. "I won't be able to see them get to your age, or see them make kimchi and cook delicious things. So... I just thought I should try my best to give you more chances to do what you like. You shouldn't be in pain if you want to do it all."

You avoid eye contact, fiddling with your fingers, staring at the glowing lamppost, the peeling green paint of her gate, and the worn-out slippers on her feet, everywhere but at her, as she surveys you for what feels like forever, a mix of curiousity and sympathy laced in her expression.

When she finally reaches out to take your hand and pat it silently and gently with hers, wrinkled and lined with the wisdom of her years, the way grandmas always do, you let her.

She sighs. "Wonwoo really is a nag, isn't he."

The sudden lament coaxes a huff of laughter out of you. "I have to admit he made sense though."

It felt beyond strange to concede to the village chief for once, but when Grandma smiles and continues patting your hand, you couldn't help but think you finally did something right.

Wonwoo leans back, hands behind his head as he lies down on the ground. The red lighthouse glows in the distance and the sound of the waves fill his ears. Your voice fills his head

"Do you know what it means to be a good parent?"

"It means taking care of themselves and staying healthy for a long time."

He blows out a breath. It looked like he had a doctor to visit, and not for medical purposes.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.05: he made sense though

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writer's note: soo... i hope she's trying to be better...? hahaha thank you for reading!!

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06. charming guy

🌼 warnings: a car accident occurs in this chapter. it's not overly graphic, but there are mentions of open wounds. please do not read if you are uncomfortable!

🌼word count: ~2.2k

"I'll be right back! I just need to get the arm brace for Grandma Lee," You call to Delia as you grab the car keys. "She's making much more progress than expected at this stage, so I'll go get the brace early."

You had liaised with a clinic about thirty minutes away to get the arm brace Grandma Lee would need soon. She'd come into your clinic, two days after you visited her, put down her details into the registration form with no hesitation, and started her treatment. And now, three weeks later, she was doing better than ever.

Wonwoo hadn't really spoken to you since that day. You saw him at the village cleaning sessions, or out about town on his part-time jobs, but he was always either busy or just silent. You didn't feel any hostility from him, though, so you were mildly relieved.

And so with Delia's cheery goodbye, you drive out to the clinic, get the brace and prepare to return, only to find that whilst you were getting the brace, what you thought was a cloudy day had turned into a full downpour, with thunder and lightning to match.

Well. Your day was ruined, you sigh, as you open your umbrella and rush yourself to the car. Your new suitpant set would officially be a gone case.

As you drove along the winding road, you began to squint. The rain was so heavy you could barely see, and the curving road was definitely not helping. Still, you had to get back for your next appointment, and so pulling over wasn't on your mind as you pushed on.

It seemed fate had other plans for you, as the only thing you saw, approaching you swiftly from the corner of yet another curve, was a pair of large headlights, before a loud crash resounded in your ears, and the world spun and whirled before turning dark.

"Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?"

You stir awake. Ow. Everywhere hurt.

"Miss?" An unfamiliar male voice made you come to your senses. Where were you?

You look up to see a short, squat man, knocking on your window in panic. "Miss? Could you open the door? We're in a bit of a situation...I crashed..oh shit, you're injured!"

You barely take in his words as a ringing pain shoots through your head. You reach up to touch it, only to wince and pull it away, hands coming away red.

Oh.

In your haze of pain, you finally recall to unlock the door, and you slump against the man the moment it opens. Your seatbelt and his grip saves you, and after settling you back in your seat he immediately asks, "Okay... we're going to need help, miss. Can you tell me anyone I can call? I'll try calling the ambulance, but the nearest hospital is an hour away and service is a little shit here."

You manage to slur out Delia's number softly, and the stranger fumbles in his pocket for a phone to call her, your head still laid against his shoulder. You faintly hear Delia's loud screech of shock on the other end, before the man is rearranging you back in your seat, standing next to your car door again as he waits. You fade in and out of consciousness as time passes, as the stranger does try to curb your bleeding with his handkerchief.

The next time you come to, it's to a dripping man (that is definitely not the driver nor Delia) hovering over you, trying to maneuver you out of your seat. His glasses gleam with rainwater as he unclicks your seatbelt and slides his arms under your knees and over your shoulders, preparing to carry you out of your car.

"Hang in there," You hear him call to you over the rain as he lifts you in his arms, gathering you to him. "I'll get you to a hospital, okay? I'll stay with you. Sleep a while if you need to."

"Uh...Chief Jeon?"

The man pauses speaking for a moment, but keeps walking. "Yeah, it's me. Delia doesn't have a car so she called me for help. What were you thinking anyway, driving out when there's a storm?"

"Brace. For...Grandma..." You try to say, but it just doesn't come out right, and all you're feeling is pain in your head. Being jostled around as he walks isn't making it better.

"Don't talk yet if it hurts. I'll ask you later, so go to sleep. You'll be okay when you wake up," He says again, and as if on command, your eyes drift closed.

"Ugh.." Your head feels like it's pierced by a thousand knives. "Ow!"

The door --- right, you're in a hospital, you register -- opens and Wonwoo walks in, carrying a glass of water. You stare at him and he stares back at you. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you hit your head too hard?" He wonders, as he sits down and helps you hold the glass. "You don't remember me bringing you here?"

"It's all a blur, honestly," You mutter as you sip the water. After passing him back the glass, you try rubbing your temples gently to ease the ache.

"Wait, you're pressing too hard," He says suddenly. "Let me."

He leans forward, and you smell the faint scent of his cologne. Oh, he smells nice, you think, in your groggy haze.

"Thanks," He answers, still gently massaging the sides of your head, and you realise you said it out loud.

"I didn't say anything," You mutter, and he shakes his head in amusement. "I didn't hear anything then. I'll take it you're woozy from the medicine."

After he's done, he settles in the chair by your bed and pulls out his phone. "Shouldn't you go home? You already troubled yourself lots..." You ask, barely suppressing a yawn.

"I heard from the nurse. Delia's your only emergency contact, but she'll take a while to settle the clinic and come over, so I'm here till then," He replies, not looking up.

"I'm okay alone," You reply, but with your fatigue and mumble, it's not heated at all.

"Don't think too much," He answers nonchalantly. "I'm not staying here for you. It's just because Delia isn't here."

"Mhm... okay... could you pass me my phone?" You mumble, already half-asleep, hand loosely dangling over the bed. "I'll tell her not to come since I'm awake and fine, so you can go home and rest too. It's a long way."

He shakes her head. "Too late. Last I heard, she was getting a ride from Seungkwan."

"Ah, the charming guy, she says..." You muffle into your sheets, eyes shuttering.

You hear him huff a quiet laugh as you drift off, and then feel the warmth of a blanket being laid over you. "Yeah, the charming guy."

The next time you wake up, Delia is sitting next to you.

"Oh, shit, you're awake," She says as she springs up from her seat and holds your shoulders to help you up. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got run over," You try to crack a joke, but Delia's face dampens slightly. "I'm joking..."

"You scared the shit out of me," She mumbles, eyebrows furrowing. "Thankfully Wonwoo came to help you."

"Yeah, I know," You reply, your expression softening at the recall of Wonwoo carrying you in the rain to drive you to a hospital over forty-five minutes away from the town. "Where is he, anyway? And Seungkwan. You came with him, right?"

"They went to get food." Delia replies. "They'll be glad to know you woke up, Wonwoo was very worried."

"Hm?"

"Oh, yeah. He hung up on me the moment I said you were in an accident. Don't even know how he found you."

"Oh..."

Now you feel even more guilty. You vaguely remember the time when you got into an accident on the school bus and your dad drove all the way to the clinic to fetch you home.

"Man, you should've said something, I'd bring medicine for you..." You hear Seungkwan saying as the door slides open and Seungkwan and Wonwoo come in.

"Shut up," Wonwoo mumbles as he comes in. He sneezes once, and you look at him in concern. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine," You hear him reply, slightly muffled with a blocked nose.

"You caught a cold, didn't you?" You ask, slightly alarmed. "From being in the rain..."

"I have a bad immune system," He mumbles unhelpfully.

You sigh. "Don't go to any trouble next time, alright..."

He raises his eyebrows. "Is this the shock talking? This isn't the doctor we know." Seungkwan barely suppresses a laugh, snorting as Delia smacks his arm. You huff. "Should I go back to being bitchy?"

"Oh, no, thanks," He jests. "Here." He chucks a plastic bag onto your hospital table.

"What's this?"

"Gummy bears. Delia said you like to eat sweet stuff when you're in pain or something."

Delia shrugs when you look at her. "They were getting food. I thought you might want something when you got up."

You sigh, before picking out an orange one after he opens the bag for you. "Have you eaten medication?"

"No, not yet," He says, watching you munch on the bear. You frown sternly. "Make sure to take some after eating, once every four to six hours. Check the label if you need non-drowsy ones."

"I'm not the one in a hospital bed right now," He replies, just as sternly.

"Alright, lovebirds," Delia says, standing up and stretching. "I'm getting hungry. Is there a store nearby?"

"There's kimbap on the opposite side of the street." Seungkwan says, immediately getting up. "I'll go with you. There’s some shops you might wanna see.”

And before you and Wonwoo can say anything, they're out, chattering as they go.

You sit in silence with Wonwoo, who's twisting his fingers slightly now.

"Why are you anxious?"

"I'm not." He responds.

"You just tugged at your fingers, like, five thousand times."

"You're keeping count?"

"You're irritating, you know that?"

"I'm sorry."

"What is this?" You ask, taken aback. "Why're you apologising?"

"Not for the irritating part, for Grandma," He mutters. "She told me you went to her house and got her started on treatment. And Delia said you got into that accident because you were picking up her brace."

You're starting to get even more taken aback by the minute, but he keeps going. "And you were right about the parent thing. You know...the part about taking care of their health."

"Oh," you reply, nonplussed. "Well, you were right too. At some parts. Like trying to understand her and her situation. Sorry it... took me so long to get there."

He cracks a smile. "I think I like you much better in this state. Not so grouchy."

You scowl.

"Seriously, though," He straightens. "I'm sorry you got into this situation 'cause you were picking up her brace."

You furrow your eyebrows. "It was just shitty luck. Nothing to do with Grandma."

He smiles and then gestures towards your hospital table. “Do you want food? I can ask the nurse?”

“No, I’m good,” you mumble, embarrassed. “You should go get food, though. You had to wait around in here for a while.”

“Nah,” He says, leaning back in his chair and shutting his eyes. “I’m just lethargic. Don’t wanna move anywhere.”

You remain silent, fully intending to let him relax in silence, when you remember something.

"Thanks, by the way."

"What?"

"Thanks for helping me today." You say, cheeks flushing.

He shakes his head. “As long as you’re alright.”

When you finally smile and nod, he finally closes his eyes, drifting off while you lean back into your pillows.

It's always the same scene. It's almost laughable how the dream plays out, always the same as before, always the exact same things happening.

Of him stuck in a black, empty space, nothing to be seen for miles. He can't even see the floor he's standing on.

A tap on his shoulder makes him whirl around, and he's met with the same person that always appears in his dreams -- him.

Well, at least it looks like him.

This Wonwoo isn't the happy, outgoing one. He sports swollen, tired eyes, trembling hands, a pale, drawn face. This Wonwoo seems to find his lifeline in saying the same exact lines every single time, shaky hands coming up to grab his neck.

Do you think you can run, Jeon Wonwoo? To that perfect little village you call home? Do you think everything you've done won't catch up to you?

His eyes fly open, sitting up bolt upright in his chair, bathed in panic and his own sweat. The late afternoon sun slants in through the drawn windows. He turns his head, and when the bed comes into view, he exhales sharply.

Someone's here. Dead asleep, granted, but the presence of someone, at least, helps him breathe a little easier.

She turns in her sleep, and his breath catches in his throat. In a different way, funnily enough, not in repulsion of himself, not in fear.

He sinks back down into his chair and closes his eyes.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.06: charming guy

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🌼 taglist: @gaslysainz @lev1hei1chou

writer's note: oop

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07. producer park

🌼 warnings: alcohol, a secret chat group

🌼 word count: ~2.3k

"Ah, I don't like staying in hospitals," You mumble as you get out of the car that Seungkwan drove over in. You reach in again and pull out the overnight bag that Delia brought after she came back.

"Nicer to be home, huh," Delia smirks as she gets out after you, before skipping on ahead, where Seungkwan's already stopped the engine and is waiting with Wonwoo, who's been unusually quiet on the journey back.

She's far gone before you process that she said 'home'. She already regarded this village as home. Huh. Perhaps it was time you asked yourself the same question.

As you walk on, you see a large group of people huddled near a stall at the edge of the town market. They're unfamiliar, and some of them are carrying large black tripods and rectangular bags on them.

As the four of you walk closer, Seungkwan and Wonwoo's eyebrows slightly furrowing in confusion at the large crowd, a head of dark brown hair, and long, lanky limbs catch your attention. He's bent over a rack of traditional dried squid snacks, animatedly chattering and gesturing about it to the rest of the group surrounding him.

"Chanyeol?" You say out loud as you get within hearing range of the man. Wonwoo, Delia and Seungkwan's heads whip over to you.

Alerted at the call of his name, the man raises his head, and his eyes finally land on you after looking around. "Oh my god, Y/N?!"

"It really is you!"

He excuses himself from his group and hurries over to you. Delia mouths an incredulous "That Chanyeol?!" to you, but quickly plasters a smile onto her face as he comes over to greet you.

"Long time no see, Y/N!" he says, loud and boisterous as he always is, and you can't help but break out in a smile as you respond. "It's so crazy meeting you here. How've you been?"

"I'm doing good! And you?" Chanyeol grins, his handsome features lighting up.

"I'm great! Here on a filming session?" You smile.

"What do you mean great, you just got out of a car accident--" Wonwoo mutters under his breath and Seungkwan elbows him in the ribs. "Ow!" He protests.

Delia grabs Seungkwans's arm, Seungkwan grabs Wonwoo's, and the three of them hightail it out of the way, Wonwoo protesting slightly before you can say anything.

"Funny story how I got here, actually," Chanyeol enthuses, as he waves his film crew on to explore the market on their own. "I was supposed to go to the neighbouring town -- amazing farm plots, I heard! But I took a wrong turn, and--"

"Typical," You groan. "You never did go the right directions back in school."

He bursts out laughing, throwing his head back in his joy. "Gosh, you still remember that?"

Of course you do.

"But yeah, we ended up here! But it's a gorgeous town. Freshly-caught seafood, community spirit, the old traditions all present -- I was thinking this might be a blessing in disguise, it would be a great location for our next show. So we took the wrong turn as a chance for a site recce."

"Wow," You smile. "But this place really is pretty. You should check out the harbour, the lighthouse, and the dock--" You stop yourself.

What are you doing?

Chanyeol doesn't seem to notice your sudden halt, instead opting to smile big and assure you that he'll check the whole town out.

"Right," He suddenly says. "I'm actually glad that you'll be hanging around here, 'cause I'd really like to stick with someone more familiar."

You laugh. "I'm hardly the best person for a guide. I just came a few weeks ago. Not that long ago, to be honest."

He brushes aside your concern. "At least I have a friend here. By the way, do you happen to know a town chief, or a council? We were thinking of discussing with them about filming here. We can get the permits and stuff, but we do need his permission..."

You perk up slightly. "Yeah, I know him. His name is Chief Jeon Wonwoo. I can let him know that you want to see him?"

Chanyeol brightens. "Oh, the guy that was with you earlier? Great! I'll go find him myself, he's right over there." He points, and to your surprise and slight mortification, Wonwoo, Delia, and Seungkwan really are still in the market, far enough to not raise suspicion, but still near enough to see roughly what's going on. The three of them immediately avert eye contact once they spot you both looking in their direction.

You sigh in fond exasperation as Seungkwan starts blabbering excitedly about the dried goods you know for sure he's seen his whole life.

"Yep, that's him, the taller one," You say. "Come on, let's get you introduced."

They hit it off.

Chanyeol's infectious enthusiasm seems to rub off on Wonwoo, and he begins brainstorming with the producer on the materials they'd need for the show. Seungkwan, Delia and you hang behind, making conversation on your own.

"Who's he?" Seungkwan asks curiously, after Chanyeol peels away from the group to get back to his film crew, promising to discuss further with Wonwoo once he'd settled everyone into accommodations for the next few days, and it's just you four again.

"A friend from university," You begin, but Delia snorts with laughter. "You had the biggest crush on him."

You smack her on the arm. "I did not!"

Wonwoo looks down at you, smirking. "Really? Miss Doctor has a crush?"

You flush. "...Used to."

"Oh my god, it was a whole melodrama!" Delia squeals. "Can I tell them? Can I?"

You sigh dramatically at her excitement, but smile and wave at her to go on. "Go ahead. It's all water under the bridge."

And so Delia regales her tale (largely exaggerated, mind you) about your first-ever boyfriend in university, who had later revealed himself to be a Class-A jerk, busying himself with different girls at parties while you studied away for your degree.

Chanyeol, despite being in the same group of friends, had never attended the parties, instead opting to spend his time assisting on film sets and production companies for experience. When he found out about his friend's tendencies, and that you broke up with him, he took it upon himself to become your friend, to make you a little happier.

And soon, that companionship throughout university had developed into a teeny-tiny crush. A really small one. Delia made you sound like some lovesick teenager.

Life had other plans, moving you to Seoul to your very first clinic. You both rarely kept in touch, but you saw him on variety shows, on the credit rolls of reality programmes, and in online articles. He'd grown to become a charismatic and popular TV producer.

You roll your eyes when Delia does a highly inaccurate imitation of your expression while talking with the producer. ("I didn't look like that!" "Did too!")

Seungkwan and Wonwoo seem highly invested, which was fair, you supposed, given that they knew close to nothing about you. Seungkwan gasped like he was watching the climax of a drama.

"And your unrequited love is back in town," He teases, and you barely launch a poorly aimed punch at his arm before he's ducking away, screeching with laughter.

Wonwoo, however, doesn't seem as amused. His face twists at some point in your story, whether out of confusion or irritation... you can't tell.

Wonwoo decides to discuss the possibility of the filming project with the villagers, citing that it would be good for business, and to make the place livelier. It comes as no surprise that it's a unanimous yes, given his position as an unofficial chief and all-around genius.

Giving Chanyeol the good news was worth it to see his reaction -- his huge smile, his excited demeanour as he tells his crew. They're all equally excited, huddling to plan out every detail of the show.

As thanks, Chanyeol decides to treat the crew to drinks and urges you and Wonwoo to come. "You guys made it happen, anyway," He reasons, and Wonwoo seems happy to go. It also happens that you can't resist the pull of alcohol.

Except you get drunk. Really, really, shitfaced, to the point that you know you'll black out once you try to stand.

"Easy there, tiger," Wonwoo groans as he pulls you out of your seat.

"Should I bring her home...?" You hear Chanyeol offer, but Wonwoo's already declining as he adjusts you.

"You literally told us just now that you're bad with directions," He huffs in exertion, as you try and fail to make your spaghetti limbs work. "If I let you bring her alone, she won't get home until tomorrow morning."

"Oh, I'm not that bad..." Chanyeol begins to protest, then sighs. "Yeah, I am that bad. Just let me know when she gets home. You have my number, right?"

And all you remember after that is a blur of him carrying you home, the sensation of a blanket being thrown over you, the dampness of a wet towel on your face, and then the world goes dark.

The next morning is so damn painful.

Your head is spinning and throbbing, and you just feel like jelly. When you stumble into the kitchen for water and painkillers, there's a note on the dining table.

Mrs Woo sells really good hangover soup. When you wake up, let me know so we can go eat.

-J.WW

And call him you do, because hot broth sounds really good right about now.

Twenty minutes later, you see him tapping his foot impatiently outside the restaurant.

"Oh, you take forever to get ready," He leans in and sniffs delicately, before nodding. "At least you don't stink."

"Stink?"

"Do you know how much you drank last night?" He asks incredulously. "You downed so much of the makgeolli, over two bottles of soju mixed with beer, and--"

"Okay, I get it. You're making my head hurt." You mutter, embarrassment creeping up your face. "Can we go eat now?"

He chuckles, and swings the door open. "After you, Miss Doctor."

The steam kisses your face. It's better than anything else in the world right now.

Wonwoo looks on in amusement as you scoop rice and broth and tuck in, sighing in enjoyment. "Good?"

"Yeah." You mumble, your mouth full. "People should come here every day."

"Mhm," He hums in agreement as he picks his spoon up. "Don't talk with your mouth full. Are you heading to the clinic after this?"

"Yeah," You reply after swallowing. "Grandma has her appointment, and I have a few new people coming in."

"You sure you don't wanna take the day off?" He questions. "No offense, but you look awful right now."

"Thanks," You roll your eyes. "Can't. Grandma has an appointment today for her brace, and I've got a few new patients."

"Right. Take it easy, then. Delia can help out, right?"

"Delia took the day off. Said Seungkwan was bringing her out or something."

Wonwoo chokes on his soup.

"Seungkwan found the guts to bring a woman out?" Wonwoo is still in disbelief.

You sigh. "Delia might have nagged him a little. She's firm with what she sets her eyes on."

"No wonder. Seungkwan would never have asked her out otherwise."

As you near the clinic, you see a crowd of villagers gathering near your entrance.

"Did someone make a mess or something?" You wonder as you speed up, Wonwoo matching your pace. Once one villager spots you, the rest start chattering at breakneck speed.

"Y/N! How are you doing?"

"Oh, we heard about the accident--"

"Horrible, the weather must have been--"

"You must've felt so terrible at the hospital, dear," Grandma Lee walks towards you and grips your hands. "Here, this is a traditional root herb supplement. It's bitter, but you must eat it all. Helps with energy and recovery."

You smile a little and accept the small paper bag. "Thanks, Grandma."

She turns to Wonwoo and proceeds to slap his arm. "Ow! Grandma, why--"

"I heard you brought her to the hospital. Why didn't you make her stay home and rest?"

You break out into embarrassed laughter. "I insisted, Grandma. Life has to go on. And... he caught a cold because of me, so..."

"Yeah, where's my supplement, Grandma?" Wonwoo asks with a pout, not unlike a child.

"I only have one, you brat," Grandma Lee hisses, swatting his hand. "You're a big boy. Don't tell me you can't handle a cold." You try and fail to hide your laugh and Wonwoo mock-scowls at you.

One by one, the villagers offer you what they can, from fruits to freshly-made green onion kimchi, telling you to take care and call upon them if anything happens. The grandmas thank you for getting Grandma Lee's brace, and you don't even have the chance to ask how they knew.

But for once, amongst the endless chatter and speculating about the weather during the accident, you finally understand the appeal of staying in a village, surrounded by people you know care for you.

"You didn't tell me Wonwoo brought you home after you got drunk!" Delia screeches once she comes into the house.

You look up from your rice. "What?"

"It's literally all over the-- oh, right."

"All over the what?" You get to your feet. Delia, who's in the middle of pulling something up on her phone, flushes and hides it, but you've already seen part of the screen.

"A chat group-- what is that?"

"I don't know! Swear, I just got added in this morning and Miss Hwang said Wonwoo carried you home and that it looked really cute-"

"What? Hey! Give me that!"

"No!"

Delia breaks into a rendition of the "Wonwoo and Y/N sitting in a tree" joke, and you're about to keel over in embarrassment.

And just then, your phone pings with a text from Wonwoo.

"Did you see the secret chat group?"

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.07: producer park

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🌼taglist: @gaslysainz @lev1hei1chou @mingycr

writer's note: a short update for noww~~

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08. rumour mill

🌼warnings: wonwoo is sick, you almost burn down the house!

🌼 word count: ~2k

Wonwoo

The story has changed. Now it's a tale about how he's been in love with you for a while and that you got together after the car accident.

Miss Hwang and all the members of the chat group have spiraled the rumours out of control, and he feels... awkward, to say the least. The villagers don't whisper very conspicuously when you walk past, and sometimes when you see him going about town on his part-time jobs, fixing people's sinks and building them new shelves, you say hi and end it there to stop the rumour mill.

Wonwoo knows it too, because he's now decided to keep his chats slightly shorter before excusing himself. Which is why he's currently standing outside Grandma Lee's house quietly, watching as Park Chanyeol chats you up.

"This house is gorgeous," He hears Chanyeol enthuse. "The traditional feel, you know -- and with that yard! Nostalgic, and it would look insane on the show thumbnail--"

As Chanyeol yaps on about the 180-degree rule and the height of the boom mics he plans to use, Wonwoo stifles a yawn behind his palm. Not understanding any bit of film lingo is so boring, and he doesn't know how you haven't already dozed off. Well, perks of the very person being your longtime crush, he supposes.

Actually he's not sure why he thought of that.

Anyway, he skips over that part, he has work to do. He's promised to get a tarp for Chanyeol, set up accommodation, and ensure the film crew doesn't end up homeless for the next few weeks.

He walks off, but he glances back.

Park Chanyeol really is very noisy.

Wonwoo

Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous.

Delia hasn't seen much of you after work. Seungkwan and Joshua haven't seen you either, except at the weekend cleaning when you're on sweeping duty, and sometimes at village meetings when you ask them if the apples you bought are of good enough quality. He watches as Joshua explains how to tell the difference between good apples and mediocre ones.

He hasn't seen you much either. He hasn't seen you come into the coffee shop for your daily coffee run on the way to the clinic, or walking around with Delia near the lighthouse that he knows you sometimes do around 9pm.

If he wanted to guess (which he doesn't, honestly), you were probably at the team dinners which Chanyeol is apparently very generous with, or with the producer himself, hanging out at a streetside stall or something. Which is ridiculous, because with the amount you could drink, he knew you were probably not one to turn down a party when you weren't being stiff and awkward.

Which was also ridiculous in itself, because--

Wonwoo stops himself. Everything about you is ridiculous. Everything he's feeling and thinking is absolutely bat-shit crazy.

Wonwoo's never been a crazy person. He's always been perfectly rational and cheerful, a nothing-can-get-me-down kind of guy.

He is.

That night, he makes sure to completely fill up his days ahead. Back to back. And no going to the clinic.

You

"Ah, I forgot my umbrella is with Delia," You mutter as the first heavy drops of the storm start to pelt down. "I just ordered this top -- agh---"

You decide to just make a run for it when the redness of the night sky indicates that the rain won't stop anytime soon. At least, you aren't driving this time around.

"Wait! Y/N!"

"Chanyeol?"

"What're you doing out -- you hate the rain. Get under here."

"Uh... thanks! It's late, shouldn't you get ready for filming in a couple days?"

"Last-minute checks on Grandma's house to make sure all's good." He grins. "But it's good that the weather is cooling a bit. Easier for us to film."

He shelters you with the umbrella as he takes you to your door.

"Oh, you're back -- hey, Producer." Wonwoo's leaning against the wall near your door, with no umbrella, and water starting to drip off his backpack.

"Chief Jeon!" You call over the sound of the rain as you near him. "Get under here, you told me you're more prone to colds --"

"It's okay," Wonwoo refuses, his face changing a little bit as he looks at you two. "I just wanted to drop this off." He ducks his head under the umbrella and hands you a brown paper bag which you accept, absolutely bewildered.

"What's this?"

"Fruits!" He has to raise his voice to be heard over the rain now. "Grandma Lee said to pass you some clementines since she said you liked them during the village meeting."

"Oh!" You lean in to take a look, but look up to shoot him a stern gaze. "Why'd you stay in the rain? You'll fall sick."

He snickers. "It's just a little rain. I have to patrol the roads up ahead to make sure all's good anyway. The rain here gets bad, and we can't have any more accidents happening."

"Wait!" Chanyeol calls as Wonwoo makes to leave. "I can go with you, we can share the umbrella. Don't fall sick trying to work so hard, Chief. Y/N, can you go on in--"

"Yeah, of course, don't worry about me -- Wonwoo, go with him, you'll be sheltered at least--"

"Hey," Wonwoo interjects, a half-smile appearing on his face. "Thanks for asking. I'll be fine, really. Producer, get Miss Doctor safely in the house, okay?" He raises his hand in farewell and darts off before you can say anything else.

"Chief Jeon--"

You look up the way he's going, a frown on your face.

"Happy first day of filming," You smile slightly as Chanyeol startles and turns to face you, his signature grin on full display.

"Hey there, thanks!" He says happily. "You'll stick around for the day?"

"Can't," You grimace. "I have work. But let me know how it goes, yeah?"

"Sure!" he waves. "Have a good day. Right I was about to ask, do you, by chance, want to --"

A loud cough and a clear of the throat interrupts and you both turn. It's Wonwoo trudging in your direction. Well, if the man underneath a pale complexion and eye bags is Wonwoo, at least.

"Damn, Chief Jeon," Chanyeol gapes. "Are you...good?"

"Splendid. The weather's good," Wonwoo replies, trying to nod but slowing it down, no doubt because of his throbbing head.

You march to him and press your hand on his forehead. "Hey. You're burning up!"

"Shhh, softer." He mutters. "My head hurts."

"Hey, man, take a day off," Chanyeol says, clearly distressed that his newfound right-hand man is ill. "We can deal with stuff over here. Uh, I can't send you home, but--"

"I can." You sling his arm over your shoulder, clicking your tongue as Wonwoo grumbles no. "No complaints. House call. We'll get going, Chanyeol."

"Yeah-- yeah!" Chanyeol pats Wonwoo on the shoulder. "Rest. Get well soon, okay?"

Wonwoo mutters something intelligible in response as you try to heave him away as gently as possible. The villagers are already staring, but it's the last thing on your mind.

"Hey, Chief Jeon?" You ask cautiously as you move. "Can you tell me roughly how to get to your house?"

His voice is all droopy and quiet, but you make out a few vague directions of "You're insufferable... left, up...ahead, and to the right..."

After the trip to his house takes double the time it usually would, given that he's already shaky on his own two legs and you have to move slowly, you try your best to tuck him entirely onto his sofa and look around for a comforter.

As you take his temperature, you survey his house. It's the first time you've ever been in his home, and it's the stark opposite of yours: the books are neatly shelved, his belongings exactly where they should be. There's a cozy, worn feeling to it like it's been lived in for a long time. Photo frames decorate the shelves, with books and small decorations, seemingly made of wood, arranged neatly.

You hear a groan, and you turn to see Wonwoo wincing as he tries to sit up. You sigh. "Don't get up. You took meds or ate today?"

"No," He grumbles, clearly put out by his current situation.

"Right, okay," You reply. "Can Mrs Woo send porridge over, or should I go buy some from her?"

"No chance," He mumbles, still trying to detangle his feet from the comforter you threw over him. "Jiwoo has a school play, she shut up shop for the day to see it."

You pause for a moment. "Okay...you've got rice in here?"

"Yeah....why..?"

"I'll make you something to eat with your meds. Back to sleep. Give me a while."

He sighs. "Don't bother. It's fine. I'll eat later with my meds. Off you go, shoo."

"Doctor's orders," You retort, and he groans in frustration, which almost makes you chuckle. "Rice is in the second drawer. Please don't burn my house down."

You almost (?) don't make edible porridge.

In your defence, the pot was small and the fire on the stove wasn't supposed to be that big. You're not sure if rice can be burnt, and can only hope that the salt and sauces you put in there at least salvage it a little.

Wonwoo is completely knocked out when you reach the living room, and you decide not to wake him up since he clearly needs the rest. You tuck the comforter under his chin again and get a tray of porridge ready, along with the meds you find.

After you put it on the table, you scribble a note and stick it to the table, and then turn to look at him.

He looks....cute. His hair is ruffled, his face soft in slumber, and he looks peaceful and undisturbed.

You sigh. "So you are a little cute when you have to be, huh?"

You lean over and brush the hair out of his eyes, and he lets out a soft sound and leans into your touch, like a cat.

Quietly, you stroke his hair, and after a few moments, he seems satisfied and stills again, evidently falling back into deep sleep.

A small pang comes to your heart, because he seems so small, curled up on his couch and sleeping off his fever.

Before you know what you're doing, you lean over and kiss his forehead.

And you then proceed to grab your things and run out of the house, in utter shock.

Fuck.

You just kissed Jeon Wonwoo.

Wonwoo

When he stirs, the house is quiet.

Wonwoo gets out of his comforter, yawning and massaging his neck from the awkward position he just came out of.

He spots the tray on the table, and he chuckles before reaching for the bowl. "She really did make food."

He spoons some out and takes a bite. "Oh, wow."

Then swallows it and muses, "How do you mess porridge up so badly?"

He picks up the Post-it note. "Eat it and then have your meds. Get well soon and don't skip meals. Call if you need anything."

Despite his drowsiness and the horrendous porridge, he finds it in him to smile.

Well, he thinks later as he stands to bring his empty bowl to the kitchen, at least you washed the dishes.

BONUS

"The clementines are fresh today," Grandma Lee tells him. "You take some home, got it?"

"Ah, got it, Grandma," Wonwoo says, before grinning at her. "Save more for yourself. I can always get more later."

She smiles back at him. "Don't forget to get more, then. They go stale really quickly. Right. That reminds me, I should ask Y/N to get some. She liked them during the village meeting, right?"

Wonwoo feels a little more alert at the mention of you. "Hm? Did she?"

"Yeah," Grandma Lee says. "Hm, maybe I should bring a bag to her house? She's busy nowadays."

"Ah, I'll do it," Wonwoo says, helping to pick some out and pack them. "It's tiring to make the trip, I've got it covered."

Grandma Lee beams at him in thanks, and Wonwoo applauds himself for seeming normal enough.

It's not like he's there to do anything more than be a friend anyway. It's not like he's going to have a chat with you, make sure you're not too busy with that noisy producer.

Definitely not.

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🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.08: rumour mill

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writer's note: ok so i was originally planning to make her mad about the rumours BUT 👆 i decided that it wouldn't fit in anymore since number one: she's getting along better with wonwoo and everyone else, and number two: it's high time she had a bit of character development cos there is a fine line between being snappish and being an ass! thank you for readinggg~

btw i love chanyeol and everything exo too and i just felt chanyeol was perfect for the golden retriever film producer role :"

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09. push & pull

🌼warnings: pining, mentions of a bad past on Wonwoo's end

🌼 word count: ~1.6k

Wonwoo is apparently not as slick as he thinks, because Grandma Lee approaches him after a day spent fixing her door.

"You like the doctor, don't you?"

Wonwoo chokes on his pear-infused water. "Grandma, what are you talking about?"

Grandma fixes him with a stern look. "I'm old, squirt, not dead. You're not fooling anyone."

Wonwoo sighs. "We're friends, Grandma. Nothing more."

Grandma huffs. "You might be able to fool other people, but you can't fool me. I've watched you all your life. That car accident, I heard you brought her home after she got drunk. And the producer told me she brought you home when you were sick..."

"Friends do that for each other," Wonwoo insists.

Grandma shakes her head. "Most friends might have sent her to the hospital when she was hurt, yes, but no one would have run out of my house as quick as you did when Miss Delia called you. And you would have let Producer Park bring her home when he offered. And even though you two began on rocky terms, she's a lot better now, no?"

"It doesn't matter," Wonwoo mutters. "She likes the producer anyway."

Grandma Lee asks, "Really? Did she say so?"

"It's obvious!" Wonwoo responds. "She used to like him back in university, and he's paying lots of attention to her now, and..."

"He likes her, sure," Grandma Lee says, and Wonwoo looks on incredulously as she rolls her eyes. "But she might not like him now. People change and they grow up. Who knows, she might want and need someone different now."

Eventually, she says nothing and lays a hand on his shoulder. "Listen to me, Wonwoo."

Wonwoo pauses in his actions and looks at her.

"I'm old now. For me, living like this, with people I love around me -- when you get to my age, you'll know that's the biggest gift you could have."

Wonwoo swallows around the tightness in his throat. "I don't know about that."

Grandma Lee surveys him. "How so?"

Wonwoo shrugs. "I... I'm not at peace, Grandma. I'm not just worried that she'll pick the producer over me, I..."

She waits for him to collect his thoughts again.

"How can I... how can I love someone and be loved in return if I'm not settled in my own skin? You know about the nightmares, I..."

The old woman reaches for his hand. "Wonwoo."

He glances back up at her. "Everything was in the past. You have to understand that. You weren't to blame for everything turning out badly."

"But he was blameless, I can't stop thinking..." Wonwoo starts, but Grandma hushes him.

"Bad things happen to good people sometimes. And...sometimes that's not in your control. Because if you'd known, I trust you would have made sure it didn't happen."

Wonwoo sighs. "I can't afford to make mistakes when it comes to her, Grandma... I can't risk having her when I'm in this state... doesn't she...doesn't she deserve better than that? Than me?"

"That's not up to you to decide," She admonishes gently. "She can decide for herself what she wants and needs. Think about when you were sick. Did she take care of you well?"

Despite his slight agitation, he feels a small smile break onto his face. "She cooked me near-inedible porridge and made me sleep all awkward on my couch."

Grandma chuckles. "And if it were anyone else who did that?"

Wonwoo finally laughs at that, spirits lifting a little. "I'd have complained and torn them a new one."

"Did you know Chief Jeon was away from the town for a few years?" Delia asks you around a mouthful of rice.

"Mhmm," You ask, spooning some soup up. "I heard about that, but didn't ask the reason."

You're still slightly distracted remembering how you kissed him, trying not to flush every time you think about it. Luckily, Delia hasn't noticed, because you'd have a lot to explain if she did.

"He used to work in the city," Delia explains. "But then he came back a few years later, and he was so different! Seungkwan told me he wasn't doing great at all. Like, he'd avoid everyone and just work and go home."

That catches your attention. "Did they ever find out why?"

"Nope," Delia shrugs. "He only started opening up again after half a year, maybe, but he never told anyone what happened to make him so... downcast. Even Joshua and Seungkwan don't know."

"Huh." You mumble, now confused by the situation. With the personality he has, it's hard to imagine him otherwise.

Delia waves her spoon. "And they even--"

"Y/N! Delia!"

You twist in your seat to see Chanyeol, with his backpack slung over his shoulder, strolling into the restaurant with his signature easygoing grin.

"Hi, Chanyeol," Delia greets. "How's filming going?"

"Good, good," He enthuses. "Grandma's been a godsend, and this village must be magic because I've never seen my crew work this hard."

Delia chuckles. Her head turns a little as someone catches her attention, and her expression brightens as she waves and beckons the newcomer over. "Seungkwan, here!"

Seungkwan saunters over, carefully eyeing the proximity between Chanyeol and Delia as he takes a seat next to her, Wonwoo bringing up the rear.

"Hey guys," He says, taking hold of the menu and perusing it. "I'm starving."

"The dumplings are good," Delia says helpfully, pointing to the picture on the bottom. Seungkwan beams at her and nods. "I like them too. I'll get that. Wonwoo, what do you want?"

He shrugs, and you survey him a little. He looks... nervous, if that's a good way to put it. "I'm good with anything."

Seungkwan tuts. "I'll choose for him then. Umm..."

While Seungkwan ponders over Wonwoo's lunch, Chanyeol hums in approval at the dumplings. "Looks yummy."

"Yeah," You say over a mouthful. "Try one."

Before Chanyeol can get chopsticks and dig in, Wonwoo beats him to it. "Me first."

Chanyeol looks on incredulously, and you're just as nonplussed.

"That's it," Delia groans as you both slump on the couch after work. "My back is dying. It's dead. I can't do this anymore."

"Talk about it," You agree drowsily, trying to urge some life into your legs. "I need a holiday. Like, for the next three years."

Delia sits upright. "What about Seoul?"

"What about it?"

"We could take the weekend, go to Seoul, what do you think? Go to a spa, eat a buffet, have a mini vacation before next week starts?"

"I think..."

Her face falls.

"That's probably the best idea you've had all week."

She cheers. "Seoul it is!"

Friday comes slow, but it does nothing to dampen your mood. You pull out of the parking lot, Delia buckled in the passenger seat and already selecting a song from her phone.

"So I was thinking shopping and a spa session first, and then we can go get food and beer later on, and stay one night before we come back on Sunday," Delia enthuses, her babbling going a mile a minute.

"God, yes," You sigh. "I can't even count the knots in my back."

She grins. "That's my girl."

The lighthouse slowly disappears from view as the car rounds a corner.

Something isn't right.

Delia's in the fitting room, trying on a pretty summer dress she found in the department store. And you...

Well, you're looking at men's clothing. But it's not because you want to. Just...pure boredom. What would you do with men's shirts, anyway?

Yet, something stops you from not walking away from the suit section.

The swish of the curtain makes you startle.

What the hell am I doing?

You jerk your hand back from the navy blue button-up shirt and turn to face Delia, too busy spinning and oohing-aahing over the dress to notice your situation.

Oh, thank god.

"Ugh," Delia sighs over a forkful of lobster. "This is the life. You know, I thought I could never eat seafood again with the amount we've been eating back home."

You drink your wine. "The fish at home's so much better. Fresher."

Delia shrugs. "Either way, it's going into my stomach. My body can't tell the difference anyway."

You chuckle and take a bite of the cod on your plate.

"Isn't it nice to see the Han River again?" Delia adds, staring at the view outside the restaurant. "It's really been a while."

"Mmhmm," You mumble uncommittally. You're not even paying attention. As Delia gushes about the city lights and how nice it is to be on familiar ground again, you can't help but think about the fresh salty sea air, the lighthouse, and...Wonwoo....

Wonwoo sitting there, legs stretched out in that carefree way of his, arms behind his head. Laughing at something Joshua said, sighing in relief after his day of work, hair tousled by the night breeze.

"It's raining." Delia's voice interrupts the image. "Did you manage to park the car in the sheltered place?"

Rain. Wonwoo picked you up in the rain. When you were bleeding and needed help...he was there.

He was always there.

"I've gotta go."

"What?"

Oh fuck. Yeah, you need to go.

Wonwoo's not leaving your head. That damn town, everyone in it, most of all that brown-haired jack-of-all-trades, isn't leaving your head. Even something as simple as fish makes you remember him.

"Gotta go. I'll explain later."

"What--" Delia looks nonplussed for a second. Then her eyes widen. "Is this about--"

"Don't ask me now. Ask me later, but not if I'm crying my eyes out. See you later!"

"Oh, you little--" Delia breaks off and sighs. "Okay, but I'm asking you whether you're crying or not."

You smile at her, then grab your bag and hightail it out of the door.

Wonwoo. Wonwoo was all you needed right now.

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🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.09: push & pull

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writer's note: thank you for reading, and i'm sorry this chapter took WEEEKKKSSS to upload... school has been kicking my ass :/ it'll be cute from here on out ~~

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10. that makes two of us

🌼 warnings: tooth rotting couple things, wonwoo's bad past

🌼 word count: ~1k

Your heart is thundering in the cab as it speeds down the road.

What if he doesn't want to see you? What if he doesn't want...you?

You're honestly terrified. There's lots of things he could reject you for. You got off on the completely wrong foot, your personalities are complete opposites, and with your longtime crush back in town... he had every reason to bury his head in the sand and pretend your feelings didn't exist.

Which, obviously, you don't want. Anyway, as they say, opposites attract, and you'd like to think things have gotten better between you both as of late, although his behaviour has been off recently.

The taxi ride seems to take forever, although according to the navigation system, it's just been a little over forty-five minutes when the taxi drops you off at a parking lot near the coast.

You hurriedly pay and rush off to Wonwoo's house, only for it to be dark. Empty.

Oh, great. Of all times, he isn't home. Where is he?

You roam the streets for a few minutes, trying to look out for lights, the chatter of people, any sign that he might be in the midst of a village meet-up. But there's nothing save for the usual hum of activity by the coast, where some late boats are pulling up.

And then there it is. The man you've been looking for...not just today in Seoul, in the shopping centre, or in the restaurant. It feels like maybe you've been looking for him for a long time. And now that you see him... it feels like coming home.

Wonwoo's sitting on the opposite end, on the steps near the lighthouse.

"Wonwoo?"

The man startles and turns at your voice. "Y/N -- what -- aren't you and Delia supposed to be in Seoul for the weekend?"

"I came back," You say, panting. Rather pointless, since you're right here, but Wonwoo looks rather confused nonetheless.

"Uh... why?" He looks utterly perplexed. "Forgot something? You can't have needed that much clothes-- no, I take that back. With the amount of deliveries I send over daily, you do. What--"

"I came back for you," You mumble.

"Huh?"

"For you," You say, a little louder. "I know... I know you probably don't feel the same, that's fine, but..."

"Y/N--"

"Wait," You breathe out, and he pauses. "Allow me... and you can reject me right after. I promise I won't push it."

At his silent nod, you continue. "Sorry. I just... you know me. I speak my mind, and... well, I go on like a bullet train until I finish."

He suppresses a chuckle.

"We're total opposites. I'm picky about designer things, I'm hot-tempered--" He huffs another laugh at that. "--I'm messy, and I tend to have unreasonably high standards. I also say the wrong things a lot of the time."

He looks at you, a soft smile forming on his face. "I'm guessing there's a 'but' somewhere around here?"

"Kind of," You mumble. "We're like night and day, and I know I'm probably nowhere close to your type. But what I'm saying is..."

He visibly sucks in a breath.

"Screw all of it, because I think I'm in love with you."

"You think?"

"No, not think. I definitely am. I'm so ridiculously in love with you it's embarrassing. I just... I guess I just wanted to let you know that. "

There's silence for a while.

"You can just say no," You mumble, face flushing a little. "I won't bother you, honest. We don't even need to speak if we don't feel up to it."

There's still silence, and you're fearing the worst. "...Oh god, I'm so sorry for bursting back here and springing this on you--"

"Well, I guess that makes two of us."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me," He replies, but there's something in his eyes. Something a little...warmer. More tender than you've ever seen them.

"If we're going to put it the way you did..." He looks you in the eye. "I'm also ridiculously in love with you it's embarrassing."

Wonwoo walks towards you, and you hold your breath. Maybe he's going to politely reject you, in that charming, affable way of his. Maybe he's going to walk right past you as if he doesn't care. Maybe-

His hand on yours silences everything you're about to say. The warmth of his mouth on yours makes every thought vanish from your head. Jeon Wonwoo is kissing you.

Your choked sound of panic dies in your throat as he clasps your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and his other hand coming up to cup your face.

He pulls away. "Sorry...was that too much?"

You swallow, and his face pales slightly.

"One more time."

His eyes light up.

The next day, he walks you to work. He steals a glance at you. "You really don't want to tell anyone that we're together now?"

You shrug. "There was a whole chat group even when we weren't together. Imagine the privacy we wouldn't get if everyone knew."

He sighs. "You're so dramatic."

"You love me."

He chuckles and continues strolling. "Do you want to get dinner after work?"

You nod. "Sounds amazing. I can meet you wherever. I don't have that many patients today."

He hums. "Okay, there's a small restaurant by the harbour. I don't usually go because it's quite out of the way, but the food is good, I promise."

"My tastebuds have already adjusted over here," You sigh, as if in complaint, and his eyes glint with amusement. "Yes, what a tragedy. As if the town doesn't have the best seafood you'll ever have. See you then, Y/N-ie."

Wonwoo picks you up at six-thirty sharp, leaning against the wall outside the clinic right after he drops you a message. As you approach, he grins at you and straightens. "Ready to go?"

He walks down the pavement with you, being careful to make it seem friendly still. You follow him down the path to the restaurant, but when someone walks into your path, you both stop short.

You smile in greeting to the man, recognising him as Jay, Chanyeol's lighting assistant. "Hey there, filming done for the day?"

In response, Jay simply nods but doesn't say anything, his stare locked on Wonwoo's. You look at him, confused, since you're pretty sure he's seen Wonwoo before.

And that confused look soon turns to utter shock as Jay rears back and punches Wonwoo right in the face.

Wonwoo staggers back, eyes widened in horror and shock, hands already coming up to clutch his jaw, which already seems to be reddening.

"Jay, what the f--" You start, racing forward to hold Wonwoo's face and push him backwards. Jay breathes hard, trying to restrain himself.

"You knew him. You did.”

Wonwoo looks up, absolutely perplexed. “What?”

“My father!” Jay says loudly. “Park Shin. Ring a bell?”

Wonwoo’s face instantly turns white.

“Jay, what are you-” You say helplessly, but you take a look at Wonwoo. There’s something wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

Wonwoo starts to walk, away from you, away from Jay, and you scramble to follow him. “Wonwoo, you’re hurt!” You reach out to take his arm.

“Don’t follow me,” He turns and snaps at you. “Y/N, I just… I can’t be around you right now. Not… not like this. Fuck.”

You’re rooted to the spot. Never mind what he just said to you… there’s something very wrong. Park Shin. Jay. And Wonwoo.

Wonwoo turns away from you as your grip slackens, and he leaves, completely ignoring the bruising on his face.

Park Shin. Jay. Wonwoo. You need to find out what’s going on.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.10: that makes two of us

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🌼 taglist: @gaslysainz @lev1hei1chou @mingycr

writer's note: aaand we're back to the grind! not many chapters left now, thank you all for being here for the ride 😭💘

the beat of a love rhyme [jww]

— summary: up-driven music, blasting parties, glasses of champagne clanking in between drags of smoke—the seventies are wild, but she’s at the peak of her career. part of one of the most popular funk bands of this decade, their vocalist at that, with a fulfilling relationship, rows of people screaming her name…life is good.

until it isn’t.

her band decides to split and she’s left as a solo artist. the only thing she has left is jeon wonwoo, her manager, and the connection that has grown in between them in endless years of accompaniment.

as it turns out, he’s all she needs—saccharine sweet, paradoxical, elegant, kind. much different from the world she had once prided herself for being part of.

— title: the beat of a love rhyme — pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader  — genre: funk band!au ; manager!au ; friends to lovers!au ; 1970’s!au  — type: fluff ; suggestive ; drama ; angst  — word count: 13,740

She once saw the world she had constructed fall down to her feet. Watched betrayal collide against the strong walls of her universe, tumbling it down, masking it in shadows and dust. For once, while standing in the studio, sporting enigmatic and outstanding clothing and a smirk that slowly dissipates, she doesn’t feel like herself. Stardom tastes nothing like the saccharine-sweet dessert she had once thought of it to be.

Music is one of those things—everyone loves it, adores to sensationalize the artists that they listen to on the radio and that they attend concerts of, but they don’t think about how wrong it is. Managers that are manipulators, magazines that are stalkers, drug dealers that are leeches looking to destroy them and earn their money while at it. Of course, how to forget?…band members that leave the group because a lead vocalist is, well, fucking stupid.

They all start the same. The Beatles. Kiss. They are friends that get in a group together and then, they’re no longer as good of friends as they were in the beginning. One person wants to write certain kind of music, another one is too lost in between someone’s legs to even care, then…there’s what her friends are doing.

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Make It Make Sense [Part 3]

pairings: soonyoung x fem!reader, wonwoo x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re hopelessly in love with your roommate and best friend, wonwoo, yet you’re fucking his least favorite person, kwon soonyoung? make it make sense.

genre/warnings: explicit smut (minors DNI!!), unprotected sex (soonyoung forgot the goods . . .), consensual intercourse (honestly soonyoung is so sexc for this), car sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), cunninglus, squirting, creampie, riding, use of profanity, angst, fwb, one-sided pining, SO MUCH jealousy, oc teases soonyoung about being a fuckboi, soonyoung cries, wonwoo is emotionally constipated, unedited - everyone ask surprise

wc: ~5k

taglist: @onlymingyus @listxn @deekayownsme @greasywall @pandorashbox @felix-3002 @haobrainrot @misssugarlips @pooofthechicken @mysweetdokyungsoo @horangh03 @skittlez-area512 @haogyuslut @starlight-night0 @omghwa @defprettysoul

pls lmk through an ask if you wanted to be part of the taglist! if you asked previously and i forgot to add you, i apologize 😭 the request was everywhere, but i did my best to find everyone!

a/n: y'all haven't seen the last of jeon wonwoo! blaming @sleeplessdawn😤😈

p.s. the smut ain't that great this time around because i had a hit of reality and got shy . . . not to mention their arguments are kind of stupid lol, so yeah . . . sorry - read at your own risk aka cringe!!!

as always, thank you for reading! i would love to hear your thoughts whether it be trhough rbs/asks/comments 🥰

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The car door slammed loudly behind him. On the palm of your hands, you crawled back towards the opposite door to make room for Soonyoung in the backseat of his SUV. Hastily, he discarded his jean jacket in the front driver’s seat. His breathing was uneven from the speedwalk from the amusement park to the far end of the parking lot. If it were up to Soonyoung, he would’ve taken you in the bathroom, but he had the decency to consider that it was a family-friendly attraction – it was not sexy to be caught balls deep in the girl of dreams while traumatizing a six-year-old boy. It was moments like this he was grateful, he spent an arm and Jihoon’s leg on this SUV. 

Soonyoung’s touch was titillating. He wrapped his hands around your ankles, slowly sliding them up your shins, coming to a rest on your thigh just at the hem of your leather skirt. Running his tongue over his lips, he looked up at you curiously, silently waiting for you to give him the ‘okay’ to go further. You hated this version of Soonyoung: his sharp eyes suddenly turned innocent, his teasing smile that he traded for a soft one that made his cheeks look like dough, his eagerness and stubbornness to take things head on, gone because he wanted to be patient for you. Though seeming vulnerable, this version of Soonyoung had the power to mitigate all thoughts of Wonwoo; instead, it was as if this whole time Soonyoung who had been your whole world. It made your stomach churn, bile threatening to come up your esophagus. 

But was it out of guilt?

Or denial?

With a shaky sigh, your eyes fluttered shut, giving him a slow nod to move forward. Heat pooled at your core as you felt his fingers brush against your skin underneath hidden by your skirt. You clenched at nothing at the touch of his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Through the fabric of your underwear, he let his finger dance across the outline of your slit. Your thighs threatened to collapse at his touch, but Soonyoung was quick to push them wide again. One finger became two and two became three – it wasn’t long before his whole hand was rubbing at your clothed core. You jutted your hips into his touch, grinding along with his movements. 

Soonyoung watched your face contort in pleasure. Your lips falling agape, veins popping along your neck as you tried to fight a whine threatening to escape. Your underwear began feeling damp, your slick starting to soak through the cotton. He pressed harder into your core, eliciting garbled sound from you as you tried to stop a moan. 

“It’s okay, baby,” Soonyoung soothed you, “Let it out – it’s just you and me here.”

However, rather than listening to him, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in an effort to seal your lips. 

Soonyoung chuckled – you were never really one to listen anyways. 

“Here,” Soonyoung leaned down, hovering over your face. His eyes scanned your face from the thick of your eyebrows to the plush of your lips, “Let me help you.”

He pushed aside your underwear, rubbing his thumb over your bare clit when suddenly he plunged a finger into you. You immediately released your bottom lip from your teeth, whining from the sensation of his finger circling against your warm walls. Soonyoung took the opportunity to mold his lips against yours. His tongue swiped over your plush lips, a hint of cotton candy the cotton candy you shared with Wonwoo earlier, filling his taste buds. Pressing a hand on his chest, you granted him access, slipping your own inside his mouth, adjusting your head to better fit your lips together. 

Kissing Soonyoung felt like the thrill of riding a roller coaster. The suck of your bottom lip sent butterflies fluttering in your abdomen. The swipe of his tongue along the inside of your cheek was euphoric. Even when he pulled away for a millisecond for air, there was exhilaration in wondering where his lips would land next. 

You were on cloud nine, but you were greedy for more. Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself wrapping your hands around the nape of his neck, tugging Soonyoung down closer to you. You moved your hips forward, allowing his finger to penetrate even deeper inside of you. He pushed an additional finger inside of you, figuring you could handle the stretch being so eager. You entangled your fingers at the sensation, tugging at his jet black locks, now Soonyoung’s to let out a grunt at your rough touch. 

“Want you inside me,” you whispered in between pecks. 

“Later,” Soonyoung immediately replied, his two digits moving languidly in and out of you,“Wanna,” he paused to plant a kiss on the corner of your lips, “eat you out.”

Immediately, Soonyoung felt your core squeeze, flooding his fingers with your juice. Sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers was heavenly. It sent blood rushing to his dick as it began twitching in his jeans. He felt the precum already squirting from his tip, dampening a patch on his boxers. 

As quickly as he put in his second finger, Soonyoung slipped his fingers out. You whined at the emptiness, resting your head against the windowsill behind you, fog hiding yours and Soonyoung’s dirty deed from public view. Giving you one last kiss, he sucked harshly on your bottom lip. A peck on your neck, a peck on your collarbone, a peck on your sternum, then your bare abdomen, then the insides of your thighs, he made his way down to your core. 

Flipping up your skirt, Soonyoung pushed aside your cotton panties that were sopping with your juices. Hungrily, his tongue swiped once up your slit, his lips then molding onto your sensitive bud, sucking and nipping. Replacing his mouth with his thumb, he pressed up into your clit, moving in the shape of a figure eight. His touch was slow at first, starting to speed up as he moved down lower, his breath fanning over your hole. You shivered at the teasing sensation, squirming under his firm hold. You were sorry for whoever would be sitting here afterwards, your juices probably staining the plush seats of his SUV. 

Soonyoung pulled apart your folds, his tongue dipping into your entrance and lapping at your pink walls. You winced once again at his euphoric touch, your hands immediately shot down, grabbing a handful of his hair and rammed him further into your core. He groaned at your tug, sending vibrations through you. The combination of his tongue and his thumb overwhelming your senses, you felt adrenaline surge through your veins and your vision blotted white. A gush of warm fluid suddenly spilled into Soonyoung’s mouth, taking him by surprise. 

You fucking squirted. 

Right into his mouth. 

“Baby that was so,” Soonyoung ran his tongue slowly over his lips, savoring the taste of you, “Hot.”

He chuckled, expecting another whine or complaint from you, but was met with nothing. He bent down to hover over you, either hands planted on either sides of your face. Your eyes were sealed shut, blood drawing from a cut on your bottom lips. He frowned at your wound, leaning down to give it a soft kiss as if it would heal it. You tasted yourself from his peck, frowning in the process. Your hands flew to your face in embarrassment when he pulled back. 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, your voice muffled by your palms. 

Soonyoung chuckled, grabbing your wrist and trying to pull them away from your face. “Relax, it was fine!”

“No it’s not!” you whined, “I like . . . peed into your mouth!”

“And it was delicious.”

Your hands fell just far enough to show your eyes staring daggers at him, your brows furrowed together in disgust. Teasingly, Soonyoung licked his lips once more to make a point. 

“You –”

His hearty laughter reverbated off the insides of the SUV. Soonyoung wrapped his arms around the small of your waist, letting his head dip into your chest, his breath fanning against your exposed skin. You let your hands slip to the crown of his head, gently stroking his hair, doing your best to suppress the urge to giggle with him. 

As Soonyoung came down from his high, he raised his head to look at you, chin resting on your sternum. You pouted at him, though he knew you were only feigning annoyance – you looked so fucking cute, he couldn’t resist the urge to devour your lips once more. 

“I’m not done with you yet, you know?” Soonyoung whispered when he pulled away. 

“You better not be,” you challenged him, a dark glint flashing across your eyes. 

Excitedly, he sat back in his seat, fishing his wallet out of back pocket. Rifling past the few bills and scraps of receipt, Soonyoung looked for the spare condom he always carried with him in case or emergencies like this. Thumbing past the last receipt from the fried chicken restaurant he treated Seungkwan to, the writing already faded, he found none. He quickly sorted through the contents again, his eyes peeled for the golden wrapper. 

"Soonyoung," you moaned, dragging out the last syllable of his name.

Dumping the contents of his wallet onto the front seat, his hand ran over everything. Unfortunately, nothing new was found other than a few spare coins.

Soonyoung's lips parted in disbelief, his heart sinking into the depths of his stomach, silently berating himself for not replenishing his stores. You were sad and needy now, his dick was still stiff, and he couldn't do anything about it. 

When did he last use it? You're the only person he'd been sleeping with these past few months, granted the two of you had a lot of sex he didn't always remember.

"Soonyoung?" you tried again, pushing yourself up by your elbows.

"Baby," he responded gently, leaning forward to capture your lips, his hand brushing away the few strands of hair.

"I need you," you replied breathlessly when he pulled away, pawing at his thighs. "Please."

"I have something to tell you, baby," Soonyoung said hesitantly.

You peered up at him, waiting for him to reply.

"I-I don't have a condom," Soonyoung confessed, "I don't know what happened to it - I always keep one in there . . . I'm sorry baby."

A soft 'oh' left your lips. Your eyes fell from his gaze, landing on your near bare abdomen. You clenched, your core aching at the sense of emptiness.

Pressing his lips against your temple, Soonyoung apologized again. "I can. . . Eat your out again? Or finger you? Ride my thigh? Anything you want."

Your eyes flickered up to him, quickly reaching for his hand and lacing your fingers together, you gave him a soft squeeze.

"It’s okay," you told him.

Soonyoung's eyes fluttered shut and rested his forehead against yours. He shook his head. "No it's not."

You paused, staring off at a spot behind him.

"We can do it without it," you said.

"W-what?" Soonyoung asked, not believing his ears. He stared at you blankly. Condomless sex had never an option – the both of you agreed when this all started. 

"Do me raw,” you said in a small voice. Your knees fell to either side. Gnawing at your bottom lip, you pushed yourself towards him, urging him to continue. 

"Baby –"

"I'm the only other person you've been with recently right?"

Soonyoung nodded fiercely.

"Are you clean?"

"I got checked before we started - as far as I know, I am."

"Me too " the corner of your lips twitched into a subtle smile.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, or vice versa. You had an IUD, so pregnancy wasn’t so much of a concern, and clearly neither were STIs, but you could never be too sure. 

What could’ve hanged?

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure . . . I want to feel all of you."

Soonyoung searched your face for any signs of uncertainty, only to be met with eagerness swimming across your eyes. 

“I trust you, Youngie,” you pleaded. 

His dick strained against his jeans. 

Fucking hell. 

Not that nickname. 

It was childishly stupid, but it was seldom you ever called him ‘Youngie.’

Soonyoung started undoing the buckle of his jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper. Simultaneously, he slipped his boxers and jeans off together, his member slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth salivated at his angry red tip dripping with precum. 

"Okay," Soonyoung repositioned himself in between your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs, readjusting your skirt for better access to your entrance. He rubbed his member to spread his precum, better preparing himself for what was to come. With the wetness pooling at your entrance from your squirt, he figured he wouldn't have a problem sliding in, but he wanted to make sure it'd be pleasurable for you.

Soonyoung plunged into you, immediately being welcomed with warmth, your walls hugging him and pulsating against his member as he nudged in further. His tip and little more only part way in, you clenched around him, sending a surge of pleasure through his body. 

“Fuck,” Soonyoung hissed as his hips stuttered, abruptly stopping. He lurched forward impulsively, quickly grabbing onto the seat to prevent himself from collapsing onto you. 

“More, Soonyoung, more!” you begged. 

“D-don’t do that,” Soonyoung chuckled. 

“Do what?” you asked innocently. Your walls fluttered around him again. 

“That!” he winced, letting out a deep breath. “I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing my dick.”

“Sorry,” you muttered. 

“I-it’s fine,” Soonyoung shook his head. “Just . . . try to relax okay?”

You nodded. You took a deep breath, your walls relaxing around him.

He cupped your cheek, you instantly leaned into his touch. “I’m going all in.”

Soonyoung bottomed out, his tip nudging at your cervix. Your arms came up to hook under his shoulders for support, the sensation simultaneously painful, yet pleasurable. You could feel the ridges and valleys of his members, the veins of his dick pulsating violently inside you. He was so warm inside of you and he hadn’t even cummed yet. Had you known he’d feel this good raw, you would’ve tried this sooner. 

“C-can I move?” Soonyoung stammered, “Nnnhhhnnggghh.”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice equally strained. 

Using the head of the seat as support, Soonyoung slowly started pulling out of you. His smooth flesh dragged slowly along walls, the ticklish sensation intoxicating. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, dragging them down his back like his dick inside of you.

Pushing himself back in, Soonyoung curled into your neck, peppering wet kisses along the column of your throat. You tilted your head to give him better access, his lips finally latching on the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

Soonyoung started to establish his usual rhythm, his rips gyrating as he listlessly pumped inside of you. The sounds of your slick mixing together littered the air like an addicting beat. You were thirsty for his dick; not wanting to be disconnected from him for too long, you found yourself meeting him halfway. Your clit rammed violently against his pubic bone, sending an electric jolt to your stomach each time. 

Typically when the two of you had sex, it was Soonyoung who entertained you. You'd let him fuck you into depths of the bed and he'd make you cum first. You were feeling adventurous today, however, wanting to turn the tables.

Hooking your legs around his thighs and a hand on his chest, you pushed him back and sat up in his lap in one swoop. His dick still stiff inside you, Soonyoung sat back willingly, his hands flying up to hold you steady. You pressed your boobs against his chest, nearly pooling at his neck. You slowly peeled your jacket off your shoulders, revealing the white bandeau you wore underneath that he loved so much.

"W-what are you-"

"Let me ride you," you told him.

And you weren't taking no for an answer. 

Delicately placing your hands on his shoulders, you raised your ass to sink down on him.

This angle certainly offering you a new kind of pleasure - sharper and deeper, as if he would split you open.

Despite you doing most of the work, Soonyoung guided your hips, his hand squeezing your waist and occasionally pushing you back and forth on his dick. 

Your hands slid up his neck to cup his chin, allowing yourself for once to look into his eyes during these sacred moments. Your breath hitched, a lump forming in your throat. Honey dripping from his dark eye, his pupils blown wide as if he was drunk.

And truthfully, he was. 

Kwon Soonyoung was drunk on you (and your pussy).

Soonyoung slammed you downed against him, not letting you move any further. You didn't have to ask to know what was coming, the way he pressed his lips together, his eyes rolling back. 

You stayed still as his cum covered your walls, your own high quick to follow the longer to stayed wrapped around him. Collapsing into his chest, your pussy tightened around him, milking out every last drop.

The two of you stayed like this a while longer, your head tucked into his chest, Soonyoung’s arms coming to wrap around you. His phallus softened inside of you, but not quite ready to lose the bliss of him inside you yet. 

. . . . 

“You conveniently have a towel in your car?” you asked as Soonyoung cleaned off your folds. 

“Open wider,” he ignored your question and folded the wash cloth in half, flicking your thigh. You obliged, granting him better access. You winced as the terry material rubbed roughly between your folds. 

“Do you end up fucking all those girls in your car too?” you pulled your knees together, clamping your hands in between after he finished. 

Soonyoung’s expression immediately fell at your words, his jaw clenched as he let his hand drop to his side. "Do you really think I see other women besides you right now?" 

He didn't wait for you to reply. One hard stare at you, he left the side door of the SUV and made his way to the trunk. You frowned at his reaction. He used to always tease back when you joked about him fucking other women. 

Soonyoung tossed the washcloth haphazardly next to the duffel bag, making a mental note to replace it when he got home. Slamming the door the trunk shut. His hand lingered on the door handle. He planted his forehead against them, contemplating his situation right now.

“We’re not going back into –”

“You really think they waited three hours for us to finish fucking?” Soonyoung replied harshly. 

You clamped your mouth shut, drawing your lips in between your teeth. Tugging at the hem of your skirt, you got up from the backseat and made your way around the front to avoid him to the get to the passenger seat. 

Fastening the seatbelt across your torso, you heard him clamber into the driver’s seat, harshly slamming the door. 

“Soonyoung –”

“Can I be honest with you?” Soonyoung cut you off. His eyes were trained out the front window, however. 

“Course,” you mumbled. The space between your brows dipped in confusion at his sudden change in demeanor. After sex, he had grown quiet, which is unusual of him – he was usually playful, doting and teasing you. However, you didn’t think too much of it, post-nut clarity hitting you pretty quickly, realizing you left all your friends, including Wonwoo, behind in the amusement park to fuck in the parking lot. How were you going to explain your disappearance other than the truth?

"Don't go back to Wonwoo," he deadpanned.

"What?" you frowned, "Soonyoung, I live with him, I just can't -"

"He doesn't even look at you the same!" Soonyoung blurted.

“What are you trying to get at?” 

Finally, he looked up at you, a bittersweet smile quivering on his lips. “You look at Wonwoo with so, so, so much fucking love it hurts, Y/N – like he’s your whole world; your beginning, middle, and end.”

You paused, heart starting to pound against your ribcage as you tried to strady your breathing. You had an inkling there was a lot more to this than just yours and Wonwoo's phydical existence together 

“Soonyoung, you know how I feel about him," you started slowly.

“Why do you wait around for him? Let him step all over your heart like that? It hurts me too, you know. Makes me so fucking angry.”

"That's none of your business, Soonyoung."

"But it is, isn't? He's thr reason why we started this," his finger waving between the two of you, "in the first place. You wanted to 'get over him.' So why aren't you?"

You diverted your gaze from him, opting to look out the window instead, seas of cars pooling in front of you. Soonyoung had parked at the far end of the parking lot, only the needle of the space tower visible from here.

Soonyoung sucked in a sharp breath, his voice growing quier. “Have you ever considered being with someone other than Wonwoo? “Do you think anyone can change it?” Soonyoung pressed on. “Make you so fucking in love with them, you’ll forget him?”

"W-why do you ask?" you muttered.

"I need to know."

Your heart sank, dreading the very words you hoped would never fall from his lips. 

"I'm in love-"

You whipped around and placed a hand over his lips to stop him from confessing further. You were hyperventilating, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Kwon Soonyoung, we agreed no feelings,” you tried to remind him. 

Wrapping a hand around your wrist, he tugged your seal from his lips though you weren’t really trying to keep it on. 

Soonyoung chortled bitterly. “I broke that rule a long time ago, baby.” 

Plugging in his key, he twisted it, the engine roaring. Either hands gripping the wheel, he dipped his head into his chest, “Let’s stop here, Y/N – before we hurt each other even more.”

. . . .

It felt like the memory was burned behind his eyelids, sadistically forcing Wonwoo to watch it over and over again.

Soonyoung's body wrapped around yours. The way he gingerly took your hand and led you away. The look of guilt across your face when you looked back at Wonwoo as the two of you rounded the corner.

He took off his glasses, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes trying to rub off the images. Yet, they kept replaying. He didn't want to believe it, but Hyejin was right.

Soonyoung was fucking you behind his back.

The click of the door of your shared apartment caught Wonwoo’s attention. He threw a look over his shoulder, relieved, but fury already boiling, to find you leaning against the door your hands still tight on the handle.

"Where were you?" Wonwoo asked, his voice stern and hard. It was a tone you've never heard him use before. 

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

The legs of his metal chair scraped across the wooden floor as he stood up. Afraid to look at him, you trained your eyes on the "Welcome" mat, the smiley face next to it seeming as if it was mocking you. His footsteps fell heavily and agonizingly slow in your direction, though each thump matching the beat of your pounding heart. His sock-covered feet stopped a few feet in front of you, the hem of his gray sweatpants swaying at his ankles. 

"Were you with him?" Wonwoo asked, his voice strained compared to before. If you didn't know him better, you wouldn't have guessed he was upset. But from the slight shake and the bob of his Adam's apple, you knew better that he was holding himself together the best he could until he exploded.

"Soonyoung," Wonwoo spat out, the taste of the man's name on his tongue bitter. "Were you with him?"

Your prolonged silence was enough to tell him the truth, but Wonwoo wanted to hear it. Until it came from your mouth, he refused to believe otherwise.

"Y/L/N Y/N!" 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling at his raised voices. You had to fears about Wonwoo hitting you - even if he was upset, he never would. Seldom did he get angry, and when he did, he was intimidating and you didn't know how to handle itm

"Fucking hell-"

Your peered up at him cautiously. "And if I was?"

Frustrated, Wonwoo ran a hand over his face. "He's just using you, Y/N, he doesn't love you."

His words pierced through your heart, twisting inside of you, knowing well he was wrong. But did you feel the same?

"It's not like I'm looking for love from him, Wonwoo," you opted to reply instead.

"Then why are you doing this? You know better than anyone how much I don't like him and why."

You scoffed at his selfishness. Soonyoung was right about one thing: He was so oblivious to it all. "When did my sex life involve you?"

"Y/N that's not the point."

"I don't need your permission to fuck anyone."

"Stop being stubborn!"

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself off the door and tried to walk around him with no avail.

"We're not done," Wonwoo said sternly. 

You pressed your lips in a tight line, side glancing at him, irritated. Roughly, you jerked your shoulder forward to shove him off, taking two steps back.

"How long?" Wonwoo deadpanned.

"February - Valentine’s Day," you replied, equally monotonous.

Wonwoo clenched his jaw. "Why?"

The silence that ensued was suffocating. Crossing your arms over your chest, shifted your weight onto your right hip and stared at him harshly, carefully scanning over his face for any signs of despair. He wouldn't be asking you all these questions if he didn't have some sort of inkling of feeling towards you, right?

Yet, you were only met with his stoic glare, piercing through his spectacles. Anger graced his face.

All this time, did he really not know how much you piped over him?

Did he really not know how much you loved him?

How long were you willing to wait for him?

It was now your turn to be upset. Anger clouding your judgment, you blurted the truth.

"You - it was because of you."

Wonwoo’s expression softened, his brows knitting in confusion. "W-what -"

You laughed bitterly. "Soonyoung was right," shaking your head, you continued, "Did you not see at all? Or did you just never consider the fact that I could be in love with you?"

Your words rang through his ear.

"Y-you had feelings for me," he said flatly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The gesture suddenly wasn't so cute anymore.

"More than you'd ever know," you said softly. 

He nodded, slowly trying to process this information. It was as if a semi-truck rammed into his lanky body and he was stuck, unable to move. 

"I would've waited forever for you, Wonwoo," you pressed on when he didn't reply. "But now?" You shook your head. "You never loved me anyways."

That snapped a cord in him.

"Don't you dare say I never loved you," Wonwoo spat, taking another few steps towards you.

"It’s not the same, Wonwoo," you choked, your voice starting to waver.  You shook your head, wiping your eyes with the heels of your palm, "I've watched you for so long, girl after girl, wondering when you would finally wake up and see me too. Waiting for my turn. I figured if I waited long enough, perhaps I could be the last . . . Yours forever."

Yours forever. 

His forever.

Wonwoo's forever. 

He let the words sink, turning them over in his mind like a sandstone in his hand. For Wonwoo, it was a given that you’d be by his side forever. No one understood him better than you – you were his best friend. You knew what he needed when he was sorrowful. Rather than overwhelming him with happiness, you knew to keep your distance, reminding him of your constant support with small touches and gentle smiles from across the room. When he was angry, you knew to take him to karaoke so he could scream Yoon Do Hyun’s “It Must Have Been Love” to his heart's content. 

The possibility of being more never vividly occurred to him until now. Was it perhaps the reason why his past relationships never worked out? Why did he never feel satisfied with anyone else?

Could it really be because he was searching for you in someone else, when you were right beside him all along?

Wonwoo walked towards you slowly. Two steps forward for him was two steps back for you until your back met the door. Gingerly, he took your elbows and tugged you towards him, his other hand coming up to rest on your waist. Licking his lips, Wonwoo nervously raised his hand to caress your face, his thumb teasing at your chin like he did last night. He tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him, your eyes swollen and rimmed with tears that dripped down your cheek like diamonds rolling down the table. With the pads of his thumb, he wiped away a tear forming from the duct of your eyes. Remorse bubbling in his chest knowing he was the cause of all this pain. 

He tilted forward, gently resting his forehead against yours as he continued to stroke your smooth skin.

 "Did it not ever occur to you,” Wonwoo asked, his voice barely above a whisper, “that you could’ve asked me instead of Soonyoung?”

His question shattered the silence and tension like a rock to a glass window.

how svt sleeps with their s/o

contains: gn!reader, fluff

a/n: my horny juices ran out and i’ve been feeling shitty so here’s a comfort piece😁

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seungcheol: will 100% choke you to death w his iron grip. you are his living teddy bear and you’re not getting away from him any time soon.

jeonghan: gets so close to you, you’re afraid you guys are gonna morph together like the power rangers. expects the same energy from you or he’ll be #offended.

joshua: very simple man, likes to hold you and be held. will go !!! if he can’t feel you in the middle of the night just to realise you went to the toilet.

jun: doesn’t react when you sleep closely to him so you go ??? and decide to sleep on your side but then he just picks you up and lays you on him. a blanket. you are a blanket to him.

hoshi: holds onto one of your arms and places his head on your shoulder. very peaceful sleeper, doesn’t move much and doesn’t wake up easily.

wonwoo: not super physical but needs to know you’re there so there will always be an arm or leg of his entangled with yours. also likes to place his head on your chest.

woozi: this might be out of character for him but he likes sleeping close to you. close enough that he can feel your presence but far enough that your bodies don’t touch. the proximity puts him at ease.

dokyeom: an actually fucking koala. every limb of his body is somehow wrapped around your body and his face rests in the crook of your neck. while hold you tighter if you don’t hold him back so please do if you don’t wanna die young😢

mingyu: sleeps on top you. there’s no way to sugar coat this.

minghao: he strikes me as “i sleep on my side and you sleep on your side” kinda guy so no cuddles during sleepy time w him :(

seungkwan: there is not one position in the world that could satisfy him so he’ll change positions a bunch of times before falling asleep and even unconsciously, when he’s asleep. all of those positions involve somehow being in your arms of course.

vernon: we’ve literally all seen how he sleeps on his back so if you want to hold him in your sleep, you’re gonna have to sleep on top of him. he doesn’t mind at all and will throw an arm across your back to reciprocate the affection.

dino: is the big spoon, will turn you right around if you even move an inch. unless you’re physically stronger than him, i think you’re gonna have to sit this one out chief :/