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wooseok + 18? 👉🏽👈🏽

hii!! thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this one! here it is, and I hope you enjoy the read!!

18. that’s hot.

[9:52 a.m.] “come on, wooseok, get out of the car, or we’re gonna be late!” you watch your boyfriend fix his hair for the umpteenth time since he sat in your car on the way to the gym. you are a spinning instructor at your local gym, and wooseok’s never attended one of the classes taught by you. surprisingly enough, though, when you met for the first time, you met at the gym. you had left a spinning class (that you weren’t teaching) and bumped into wooseok, who was going to play racquetball with his buddy (who you later learned was jinhyuk). then, you met up at a coffee shop and things kind of started there. now, you two were in a relationship for quite a few months, and it was while wooseok was on summer vacation with his family, that you applied for a job at the gym, and got accepted. and so for the last two months, you’ve been taking on the tuesday/thursday 10-11 spinning class. most of the people that attended your classes were either mothers who dropped their kids off to daycare, or women who were in their late 40s, and a few men in their 30s and 50s here and there. this was wooseok’s first experience with a spinning class, in general, so when he learned you were working here, he had to come to check it out for himself. wooseok groaned from the car, “ugh fine. after class, you wanna grab smoothies?” you open the door to the gym, and turn to look at him, “let’s go to the class first.” 

you greeted the front desk staff, who knew you by name. “hey, y/n! who’s this?” your best friend at work, seungyoun, asks you. “he’s my boyfriend. wooseok, meet seungyoun, he works here with me.” seungyoun sticks out his hand for wooseok to shake, which he does, but as you guys head to the spinning room wooseok says, “that guy definitely has a crush on you. I can see it in his eyes. I’m glad I’m here with you today.” you click your tongue and tell him, “he’s got a girlfriend. and he’s not my type; you are,” and you wink at him. within a few minutes, your regular attendees shuffle into the room. once it hits 10, you turn on your mic and say, “good morning everyone? are we ready to work our muscles?” you hear a few whoops and wooseok is just smiling at you, glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. “alright, everyone now let’s get onto our bikes and start really slow, for our warm-up.” you display the proper technique, focusing on keeping your core tight and moving your legs on the pedals slow enough. after a few minutes, you say, “now we have to pick up the pace.” after a couple rounds of interval training; going slow to fast, then back to slow to fast, and in a blink of a moment, you were finishing off the class and applauding your attendees encouragingly. “thank you, everyone! you all did wonderful today, and I will see you next week.” you get off the bike and go to the edge of the elevated platform you’re on, to grab your towel. 

wooseok approaches you a few moments later, sweaty and panting. “you know,” he breathes out, “this is a lot more engaging than racquetball, but I’ll be so sore after this, I just know it.” you breathily laugh at his remark and wipe off some of his sweat too. “you’re doing great, babe. and you know what, you’ve got great stamina.” wooseok smirks at this, and says, “this is not the only thing I could use my great stamina for,” and you push him slightly, shushing him. “don’t say that here, at least wait for them to leave.” you scan the room and everyone is busy in small talk with each other. wooseok smiles smugly, then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you wipe the sweat that layered over your forehead with that back of your hand, and wooseok leans in by your ear and whispers, “that’s hot,” before nipping at your ear. at this point, everyone’s left the room, and it’s just you, wooseok and a dark room with many mirrors and very few windows. keeping that in mind, you subconsciously lean your head to the side a little to give wooseok more access, and you let out a soft sigh as his mouth moves down your ear, then under your jaw, then begins littering your neck with small pecks and nips. “let’s go home and finish what we started here, baby.” wooseok’s voice vibrated against your neck and you nod obediently, and the both of you compose yourselves before leaving the gym and rushing back home.

(don’t think seungyoun missed the small hickies that started forming on your neck when you came back a few days later, and that you left that day later than you usually do, so when he sees you leaving class, he bluntly asks you, “so, was the sex good?” needless to say, you repeatedly hit seungyoun’s arm and then when you got home, it was wooseok’s turn.) 

coterie: the mini rubik’s cube (1/2)

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

pairing: kim wooseok and y/n

a/n: some cursing, so proceed with caution.

“who’s is this?” you hold the small, colorful shape between your thumb and index finger, showing into the people in the room. there’s a silence in the air, and then you see the lilac haired boy lean over to “whisper” in the boy next to him’s ear, “hyung, what’s gonna happen now? do you think he’s even going to let her near him? he’s going to lose his shit.” “shh, dohyun. she chose this, after all,” he flicks the younger boy’s arm, who lets out a small yelp and rubs the inflicted area. your stomach churns as you playback the conversation in your head, and you shift your fear-filled gaze to seungwoo. he senses your discomfort and starts, “uh, y/n, you’re going to be working with,” and he gets cuts off by a slightly hoarse voice, “me.” you turn to the owner of the voice and find feline eyes glaring at you with an icy sternness. “i’m wooseok, although I did introduce myself a few seconds ago, you probably forgot my name already.” you scoff, taken aback and the rest of the boys watch the exchange between you two. “well, are you all just going to stand here and watch me?” they look back at wooseok, and one by one, left to different directions, followed by wooseok himself. you stand there in the center of the room, confused as to what just happened. “what now?” you pout, but nevertheless leave towards your room, too. the rubik’s cube is still in your hand, and you forgot it was in your hand until you saw that your hand was tightly clutching onto it. you’re sure that it left some form of indents into your hand, but that doesn’t matter. you only feel shudders when you remember the way wooseok was looking at you, with a fierce glower, while his demeanor seemed quite laid back. his hands were shoved in both pockets and he stood tall, yet slouched slightly; you wonder how that juxtaposition wouldn’t make sense normally, but he made it make sense. your thoughts are interrupted when the phone begins ringing. “hello?” you pick up, and it’s soonja, “miss l/n, mr. kim has called you into his room, and asks that you bring the rubik’s cube with you.” you assumed she was talking about wooseok, and confirmed this assumption when she mentioned the rubik’s cube. “right now?” “if possible, ma’am. he wanted you to come as soon as I called you. his room is on the ground floor, so you will need to return to the living room and it will be a room right in the corner of it.” and she hung up the phone. taking a moment to make sure your hair looks alright, you straighten out your clothes slightly, and proceed to wooseok’s room. 

there is this twinge of anxiety that bubbles within you as you begin getting closer to your destination. why did the other guys insinuate that wooseok was a wrong choice? you try not to think about all the things that could possibly go wrong, and subconsciously wrap your knuckles on the door. “come in,” you hear from the other side, and you twist the doorknob and push your way inside wooseok’s room. once you’re in, you’re left staring. in his room are about six screens, with different images on each screen. it seemed to just be a lot of information, and from what you understand you see IDs, passports, and things that look like official records. “oh, it’s you,” a voice breaks into your thoughts and you see wooseok sitting on a swivel chair, circle glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. if you didn’t know him at all, you probably would’ve gushed over how dorky he looked, but then the way he acted mere hours ago pops into your head. “uh, you wanted to see me?” wooseok’s gaze shifts from your face to your hand, which has the rubik’s cube. he outstretches his own and says, “give me the rubik’s cube.” eyebrows furrowed, you push it into his overeager hand, and he holds it in front of you, twisting the shape between his fingers. “what do you see here?” you’re confused, and it’s obvious in the way you answer, “a rubik’s cube?” he moves it to see your reaction, as he shakes his head ‘no’. “it’s a rubik’s cube to you, but I see an algorithm. I see tons of solutions but only one correct answer.” he puts the rubik’s cube down before turning back to you and folding his arms behind his back. “the screens you see in this room are just that, too. they help me crack these algorithms. and believe it or not, algorithms are more common than you think.” you scratch your arm, “so, what, are you like a hacker or something?” “close. I seek out information. if the team members need to know something about anything or anyone, they come to me. all they have to do is give me an hour or so, and I give them all the information they need.” once you hear this, it takes you a second or two before your eyes shoot up at him, “so when seungwoo told me that he knew all about me,” wooseok cuts you off, adjusting his glasses that slowly slid down. “yep, I gave him all that information.” and as freaked out as you should be, you let out a sound of awe, which takes wooseok aback. 

after he walks you through his entire database, your attention goes back to wooseok. you had preconceptions of the guy before walking into his room; the other members made it seem like he was going to murder you or something. but he’s not as bad as they made him out to be. but, you shouldn’t arrive at this conclusion too quickly, because when you look back up at wooseok, you see he’s stopped explaining and is now standing there, arms crossed and pursed lips. you raise the question, “so, what am I going to do?” wooseok answers this with a heartbeat, “like I’ve said, I know what you’re capable of, which is why I’m going to have you do some digging. as far as codes and stuff go, if you can’t get into something, I’ll take care of that. I’ve hacked into way too many things, so it’s child’s play for me. seungwoo’s already debriefed you, so I’ll tell you what our roles are: the other members need information on their people, what you’ll do is once I’ve hacked into certain systems, make files for each person, get down all the information that is required and then I’ll go through it and send it to the members.” you look back at him and the screens. “yeah, I guess I can do it.” you move your hand towards some of the stuff on the table and are about to examine it, when wooseok yanks your hand back, “what are you doing?!” he startles you with the loud voice he uses, and you free your hand from his grasp, “I was looking around, jeez. don’t have to bite my head off, dude.” you mumble the last part, and wooseok sighs, closing his eyes and resting his thumb and index fingers against his nose bridge. “I apologize for that, I don’t like it when people touch my stuff.” you fold your arms, “well then, how do you expect me to do stuff here?” wooseok blinks back at you emotionlessly, “I’ll get a computer installed in here, don’t worry about that. you’re going to need to make another commitment, in addition to helping me out here, though.” your eyebrow cocks up and he continued, “you’re gonna be my assistant. do whatever I ask you to do.” your eyes widen at this. just what did he want you to agree to? “don’t think wrong, I’ll just need you to run errands for me and occasionally bring me stuff, like food and shit. got it?” you consider the benefits and drawbacks of the job: sure, you’d be safe and sound and aren’t necessarily dealing with people one-on-one, so that’s great, but what if this illegal activity makes it on your record somehow? what would you do then? but then you look up and notice some hint of emotion in wooseok’s face and this was the first time he’s expressed emotion of any form during your conversation. when are you ever going to get an opportunity like this again, you think and you exhale before responding, “alright, I can do it.”

coterie: the mini rubik’s cube (2/2)

gang!x1 x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re an ordinary girl, with an ordinary life. but what happens when you catch the gang that is famous for keeping their deeds under the table, in action?

coterie’s masterlist can be found here

pairing: kim wooseok and y/n

a/n: brief mentions of bullying, cursing, and an overall emotional rollercoaster. it’s good to be back :))

so within the next few weeks, wooseok got a new desktop mailed in along with a second swivel chair. you distinctly remember wooseok calling you over to the room, and when you stood at the doorway, he sent a broad smile your way before pushing a cardboard box over to you. “what’s this?” “oh, it’s your swivel chair that you’re going to put together.” you scoffed, “what, you’re just gonna watch me?” “not really,” he motioned his head towards the desktop. “I'm gonna set this up for you, so have fun doing that!” he handed you the toolbox and gave you one last thumbs-up before turning around to your computer. huffing, a strand of hair flew in front of your face as you sat cross-legged in front of the box and eventually assembled your new chair. the only sounds that were heard in the room were wooseok’s fast typing and your small sighs as you’d exhale after putting together one piece at a time. so naturally, to get rid of the silent and awkward air surrounding the two of you, you started the conversation. “so, I was wondering, how did you get all that information on me? like where I went to school, and what my schedule and stuff were like?” wooseok’s typing speed didn’t seize but he continued, “I’m a hacker, that’s what I do.” you snorted at his comment, and this caused him to turn his head around fully to face you. “what’s so funny?” “you sound like the guy from agent cody banks, bro,” you guffawed and shook your head. wooseok just blinked back at you. “who?” this caused you to put down the wheel and screwdriver. you looked up at him, your jaw dropped. “what? you’ve never seen that movie before? alright, wooseok, the first assignment from me to you: we have to have you watch agent cody banks. it’s a classic movie.” you started telling wooseok all about your love for movies, and how you grew up watching some of the films your parents found to be iconic and then movies that were iconic in your generation. you seemed to be so lost in your own little world, that you didn’t notice wooseok was now finished setting up what he needed to and was not diligently listening to you, watching the small twinge in your eyes only grow brighter as you progressed further. “oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to bore you or anything. movies just get me so riled up,” “no, I didn’t mind it or anything.” you were caught off guard by the tone in his voice. “you know, you’re different now than what you were two weeks ago. I was scared to even talk to you,” you mumbled the last part to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t hear but alas, a bitter smile made its way onto wooseok’s face, “yeah, well I haven’t had the best experiences with people, in general.” you did get him to watch cody banks later that night though, which he enjoyed (you thought you saw him smile).

that was one of the few non-work-related conversations you’d had with him. well, if you count work as wooseok walking you through the programs, and file systems, then yeah. but you hadn’t gotten your first real assignment until a few days later. it was three in the morning and you were sleeping soundly when you heard rapping against your door. you groggily opened your eyes, sight still blurry from sleep and you staggered out of bed, the corner of the bed bumping you just above the knee. “ah, fuck,” you mutter, rubbing the inflicted area as you continue to the door. you open the door, and squint, making out wooseok standing there, chest heaving. “what in the world?” wooseok enters your room, pushing you to the side. “may I ask what you’re doing in here, at 3 AM?” “I’ve got your first assignment, and we need this done as soon as possible.” it took you some time to comprehend his words. “wait,” you start, “you want us to start on this now?” wooseok nodded as if it was obvious. if your eyes didn’t shoot open before, they were now. “so hurry up, come out and into the computer room, I’ll give you the details there.” “can I at least bring a coffee with me?” for a second, wooseok squinted, then grunted, “fine,” before walking out of your room, leaving the door ajar. “uh, thanks for closing the door,” you grumbled, before changing out of your pajamas and fixing your appearance a bit. you went into the kitchen and began making your coffee (you only got around halfway through, though, because soonja came into the kitchen, helping you make your coffee. you thanked her and insisted she go back to sleep, but she refused until the coffee mug was in your hands.) slowly, you walked to the room with steady steps, and knocked with your other hand. seconds later, the door gently swung open and you made your way to your chair, silently praying that it wouldn’t fall apart then and there (it didn’t). after taking a swig of your coffee, you set it down and pivot your seat to face wooseok, and before you can ask him anything, he starts, “seungwoo needs some details on the military leaders, because he’s about to send dongpyo to one of their bases and we need all the information we can possibly get.” then he jotted down a list of things he needed you to get. you scanned the note and it seemed like you only needed to find who this guy was affiliated with, in terms of his friend circles. not bad, you think, before getting to work. so from three to almost five-thirty, you’re hopeless, and although wooseok offered to help, a part of you wanted to do this by yourself. so you refused, to which wooseok nodded, then said, “I’ll be heading to bed, let me know when you’re done.” you mumbled a ‘yep’, then kept going. it’s not like you didn’t know what you were doing, you thought, it’s just slightly more difficult than you perceived it to be. luckily, wooseok left you something similar to a cheat sheet, and you quickly were able to get the information. 

at this point, you were about seventy-five percent done, and just finished research on the military leader’s favorite bar’s owner, when something striked you as interesting. the bar owner was from the same high school as jinhyuk. lee jinhyuk; the guy who got you into this whole thing. after jotting that information down, you couldn’t help but let your curiosity get the best of you, as you clicked on the high school name. loads of records popped up on your screen, from student yearbooks to records on all the staff from the past 10 years and the student incidents and records. you set out to look for jinhyuk’s stuff, again, out of sheer curiosity. only then were you surprised with what you saw on the screen. a picture of jinhyuk, tall and lanky as he still was with his arm hooked around wooseok. he still looks the same, albeit his features have definitely sharpened since and dare you say, he looks much more attractive now. you don’t know if it was from the lack of sleep or the caffeine, but you pieced some things together: jinhyuk did mention to you that he was close with one of the x1 members, and you did ask wooseok how he got the information on you, it’s clear that jinhyuk and wooseok are still quite close and they probably share everything with each other. your curiosity sunk into you further, and then you went back to the database before searching up wooseok’s name under the high school. the first thing you saw made your heart stop; it was an article labeled, “student runs away from school after severe bullying”, and reading it, you learned that around five or six years ago, wooseok had transferred midway through his senior year to this high school, for “personal reasons”, and people had called him a freak and had bullied him, pulling all sorts of stunts on him. one day he just ran away from school. as you read the finishing sentence of the article, your eyes started to sting and you couldn’t look at it anymore. you quickly closed the tab, gathered all your information and sent it right away to wooseok, shaky hands hovering over the keyboard. you press enter, clear your throat and whisper ‘going to bed’ because you can’t trust your voice right now, and you hurry on back to your room, where after some difficulty, you’re able to find your languor once more and fall back into a deep slumber. 

when wooseok and you began opening up towards one another, he showed you a different side of himself. he was no longer the asshole you made him out to be when you first met him; rather, he made a complete 360 of his original impression. but now, you understand why that may have been hard for him. your mind wanders off into these thoughts and you don’t notice that wooseok has been calling you for some time. it’s only when he barges into your room, finding you on your bed, eyeing the blank phone screen in front of you. “y/n,” you flinch, and look up to meet wooseok’s concerned gaze. “what’s going on? I’ve been calling you for a while,” you clear your throat and snap your eyes away from his, before saying, “sorry, I was thinking about something, did you need something?” wooseok’s eyebrows furrowed at your sudden movements. why did it seem like you were avoiding him? had he done something wrong? maybe he upset you? these questions began to hiss at his anxious state, that he was holding together in front of you. “uh, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have any problems last night, looking for the information,” he starts, but you stop him, reassuring him with a smile too wide and a nod too positive, but it’s convincing enough as he nods quietly, before muttering that he’s gonna go, then gently closes your door as he leaves the room. you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding and push your hair back with your hands. it’s hard to avoid wooseok ever since you learned of his past; you see him every day, now, because you kinda have to. not that you don’t want to see him because of course, that’s not the case. in fact, you’d say you were growing quite fond of the man for some time now. which is why avoiding him has grown to be such a difficult task for you. but seeing him will only remind you of what he’s been through. you felt guilty for learning all this information without his being aware of it, and it felt like you violated his privacy. and you did, and so whenever you saw him, that guilt went off in your head like an alarm, a reminder.

you were paying the price for your curiosity, so much so that one night, you couldn’t sleep. it was like the guilt was eating you away, so much so that it was now in the way if your everyday life. you kept your conversations with wooseok minimal and silently did as you were told because you were afraid that it would be a matter of sentences before you burst. you grunted, burying your face in your hands as you paced back and forth in your room before you decided to put on your robe and slippers, then headed out to the backyard. the sounds of the cicadas and the stars shining in the sky managed to calm your jittery state, and your breathing relaxed a bit until you heard, “y/n? what are you doing out here?” you turn and lo and behold, by the back door leaned a relaxed wooseok, hands stuffed in his pockets. “couldn’t sleep. I had to clear my head,” you tell him, turning your head back to the sky. his footsteps are approaching closer and the sound of your heartbeat starts to reach your ears. then, his hand rests on your shoulder and you turn slowly to face him. “what’s going on? you’ve been distant for some time, you never talk to me anymore... did I say something?” you shake your head instantly, reassuring him that he didn’t do anything wrong, but then his voice grows louder, “well, why have you not been talking to me then? you’re avoiding me and I don’t even know why!” shocked by the sudden outburst, you don’t realize that tears are welling up in your eyes and wooseok’s widen. “I-I’m sorry, oh no, no, please don’t cry,” and wooseok, panicked, begins walking backward. enough is enough you think, and you wipe your eyes violently and whisper, “wooseok, sit, I’ll tell you everything.” and so you do. as you tell him the story, you notice the changes on wooseok’s face, this being one of the only times he’s expressed emotions as vividly as he ever did with you. “I didn’t want to say anything because I felt guilty. I felt like I did something I shouldn’t have, and I’m really sorry,” but he cuts you off, emotion thick in his voice, “no, I’m sorry. I get it, you were only curious. I transferred midway through the year because my family was breaking apart. my dad used to gamble, and he gambled away our home. my mom was fed up, so she took me and my younger brother and we ran away from him. I don’t talk about this a lot; in fact, I only told seungwoo about it, but, the reason I left was... was because it was suffocating living like that. wake up in the morning and go to school, only for people to push you around, take your stuff, and then the whole cycle repeats itself. I wasn’t alone, though, because I had jinhyuk. I spoke to him before I left and I told him I would leave, of course; he’s more than a friend, he’s like a brother to me. that’s why he and I are still as close as we were. but anyway, that’s why I have problems when there are circumstances in which my personal space gets violated. I don’t like it when people touch my things, I don’t like it when things aren’t a certain way and seungwoo knew this before he offered me this position.

“I get it, you were only curious, that’s why you made the decisions that you did. thank you for telling me, I thought I had done something to make you upset, and so I felt .” wooseok finished, looking up to see you silently crying. his hands reach up and wipe your tears, and you choke back a sob. “why are you crying?” “because you didn’t deserve any of that, you have such a good heart, wooseok. you are such a good person and it’s upsetting to know what you went through.” then you wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face into his neck. at first, wooseok doesn’t know what to do, body freezing at your sudden action, but then he slowly melts into your embrace and reciprocates it. after you calm down a bit, you push away from his embrace, bashfully gazing to the ground. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” and wooseok smiles at your cute form. “y/n,” you look up at him through your lashes and see the grin on his mouth and wow, you didn’t think he could get more attractive. “I like you.” and although a pink hue settles on his ears, he continues, “at first I was upset you picked me. I thought I would teach you stuff, and you would just mess things up all the time, and I would have to correct your mistakes, but you proved me wrong. you’re one smart and kind young woman and I’ve had the honor and privilege to work with you. but with time, your quirks and habits grew on me, and well, so did you. so tell me, will you go out with me?” your heartbeat picks up its pace again and leaning in, you plant a small peck on his lips, and before you can pull away, wooseok’s arms wrap around your frame, pulling you in and deepening the kiss. then wooseok pulls back, cupping your face in his palm to lock his eyes with your own. “yes, kim wooseok, I’d like that very much.” and it is safe to say that since that night, you’ve experienced nothing but beautiful, radiant days, and peaceful, serene nights.

a/n: ahhh that’s over! thanks for waiting, I hope you guys liked it! this was written after my midterms so some parts of the storyline may seem a bit wonky, just fyi, but that’s all for wooseok. now, who do we want to see next? did you think it was going to be wooseok? if not, who did you associate with the mini rubik’s cube? comment down below <3