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cas | she/her | sfw writer | just ask, bff!

[genezpen]

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[yoonzinooooo]

this is jihoon. jihoon loves his personal space.

this is soonyoung. soonyoung also loves jihoon’s personal space.

[genezpen]

it's his day. my wonu. i love u v much. happy birthday.

[genezpen]

『 tomorrow 』

pairings: wonwoo × gn!reader

genre: fluff FLUFFY

summary: wonwoo forgot about your birthday and promised to celebrate it the next day despite the conflicting schedule of your busy man. this is so bad mygosh

warnings: purposely written in lowercase letters, lazy author did not proofread (pls bear with me, i’m trying to breakfree from my mental block :<), lmk if i missed any ! :3

word counts: 1.3k+

notes: ur honor just got into svt recently and i can’t get enough of them so i’m writing for them as well this time :> enjoy, bffs<3

the whole week you were so busy working so as your hardworking boyfriend.

it was past ten in the evening when you were watching the television, friday is indeed the best day of the week. tomorrow will be your day off so chilling once in a while is not a bad idea.

you were laying your head against your palms and your elbows pressed sideways on the couch with a bowl of fries infront. what an ideal rest.

suddenly, the door burst out open startling you. your heart shook in slight panic thinking whether you forgot to lock the door of your shared apartment and that some thief or a weirdo broke in but as soon as your boyfriend, wonwoo, showed up, you let out a sigh of breath you held two seconds ago.

“you’re home early today?” you casually ask him as you reach for the bowl on the table, waiting for wonwoo to approach the couch.

slowly he did. but to your surprise, wonwoo dropped on his knees before you instead. head down, dropping his body bag on the floor. your immediate reaction was to sit up and hold onto his shoulders to ask him what had happened.

“wonwoo! what’s the matter? are you alright?” shrugging him a bit but he did not respond. instead, he pulled you on the waist for a hug.

wonwoo’s face was buried in your stomach, you can feel the cold metal of his thin glasses poking through your spaghetti top.

you didn't know what to do, he’s never been this way before. so rather than continuously ask him what’s wrong and force him to talk, you wrap your fingers around his hair, gently massaging wonwoo’s scalp. use your soothing words.

“it’s fine, wonnie. don’t worry about anything, it will be alright—”

“it’s not okay...” he finally spoke in a weak & soft voice, tightening his hold of me.

“hmm? what’s not okay?”

wonwoo shot his head up to meet your eyes. his gaze hold submission and is apologetic. he looks like a cat who accidentally shred your favourite curtain, begging for forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, y/n. please, forgive me...”

your eyebrows met in confusion. he’s sorry for what?

“for what?”

this time, wonwoo slowly mirrored your confusion.

“i... forgot about today. are you... not mad at me?”

you raised your brows at wonwoo still caressing his hair genuinely lost. you tried your best to think about what seems so special today but all you could ever think of was your anniversary date which is clearly months from now before happening.

“today? what’s so special today? it’s not our anniversary, won—”

before you could finish your sentence, wonwoo gasped at your words immediately standing up on his feet to hold your face with both his warm palms.

“y/n, are you serious? or are you playing with me?” wonwoo’s face was so close to you that his addictive minty breath was hitting your face. the reason why your gaze dropped on his naturally red lips slightly dump for whatever reason, distracting you for a bit.

you shake your head to come back to your senses.

“look, whatever it is, baby, it’s probably nothing special for sure. unimportant, that’s why i forgot about it.” you assured wonwoo carelessly. your thumb graze his biceps this time calming him down somehow.

wonwoo’s lips parted in disbelief. his eyes glancing back and forth your left and right vision trying to see through your soul or finding a hint of humor but found none.

“it is your birthday, y/n... how’s it unimportant? nothing special? and... you forgot about it?” wonwoo’s puzzled expression is so cute you want to pinch his cheeks until you heard him drop the bomb.

what? your birthday? WAIT. WHAT–

“oh? OH?” surprised pikachu face meme suit you so well at this moment. your eyes went boba and your mouth shaped “O”, speechless.

“my birthday! that’s right– oh my gosh?”

how did you even forgot about your own birthday, right? that’s just so dumb of you.

“well, i’ve been very busy so i completely forgot to check dates, don’t judge me, babe!” defensively, you explained. worried that he finds you just as dumb as you see yourself right now.

“no one’s judging you, dummy. i just want to apologize, really...” wonwoo’s expression somehow lift up after that, he manage to chuckle at your cuteness making you smile as well. wonwoo then rested his forehead to yours, closing both your eyes. silence slowly enveloped you both but you can hear your own heart beating and maybe, his too.

for a moment, it was peaceful. the running television were in a very low volume that his breathing was louder to hear.

“you don’t have to apologize, wonwoo. even i forgot about it, you see. i understand that we’re just too busy the past weeks, it can’t be help. and still... thank you for being honest with me.” you manage to break the silence with a soft appreciation for your boyfriend’s honesty.

your hands rested on both his wrists, with his calloused palms still holding your face with so much care. your eyes met his soulful gaze.

the dramatic dim lights from the kitchen were reflected on the right side of wonwoo’s face while the other side hides in darkness.

the bone structure of wonwoo’s face defines even more because of it. makes him look attractive as he ever was, like a model in some sensual magazine with those hooded eyes and perfectly carved lips. wonwoo is freaking breathtaking.

“i’m always, and will always be honest with you, baby. still, it was my fault that we couldn’t even celebrate today. i’m such a clumsy boyfriend.” wonwoo sulked, pouting like a kid. dropping his eyes on the abandoned body bag of his, avoiding yours.

it made you giggle. this adorable little but giant kitty tower infront of you but feels so small because he forgot about your special day makes your heart melt.

“it’s alright, wonwoo, we still have another year for it. and another, and another...” you suggested. you sat down on the couch pulling his arms dragging him down with you.

wonwoo urgently shook his head as you both settled in. you put your feet across his lap, resting your thighs on his. while wonwoo’s right arm automatically wrap around your waist as you tried to turn the television off. his other hand was caressing your exposed knees infront.

“no, i want to celebrate it right away. tomorrow. it’s your restday, right?”

you nodded slowly, wondering if he’s free as well because his off has always been sunday.

“good. i already planned everything out while i was at work earlier. promise, i’m all yours tomorrow. we’ll do everything you want. visit everywhere you like–”

you raised your hands in the air halting wonwoo’s daydream.

“wait, wait, wait. how about your work?”

wonwoo’s smile quickly turn into a smug smirk as he looks at you sideways. “i made sure to finish everything today so the remaining minor shoots will be done by sunday. your boyfriend’s pretty smart, y/n, ain’t he?”

you scrunch your nose at him. he’s so willing to be with you tomorrow, huh? lucky as hell, you laugh internally.

“you’ve always been smart, wonwoo.” your sudden compliment briefly stunned him. your hands went to the top of his head patting it lovingly making him lean on the crook of your neck. “and you’re not just smart, you are thoughtful, hardworking, kind-hearted even when sometimes it doesn’t show–”

“eh?” wonwoo questioned, slightly lifting his head to look at you but you pulled him back.

“...a body to die for,” you continued, ignoring his little protest. “wise personality, good values and principle, multitalented, mature mind,”

“and handsome too.” wonwoo added. you can feel his happy grin against your collarbone.

“very handsome.” you both giggled cutely at that remarks.

your night ended cuddling on the couch with wonwoo in your arms, excitedly talking about his initial plan for tomorrow.

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[genezpen]

good luck with your exams!! I just started my exams this week and so far its been going good but i still have a lot of pending activities 🥲

thank you!! i'm glad it's going good for you ^^ lately i'm doing great with my acads too! do you think it has something to do with the mercury retrograde that already end? akslsjzljdm anw good luck with your pending activities! i know you can do it! <333

[genezpen]

😭 sorry if this annoys you but are you going to make a part 2 for cruel ??

hello! noo i like asks pls don't be sorry 😭🫶

tbh i wrote it without an initial plan for its plot so i literally have no plans for part two but if you want, maybe i can do something about it i'll try my best 🥹

not too soon tho coz i have to prioritize some things until november 13(?) both school matters and the fics i gotta finish :(

[genezpen]

i was actually out all day last friday and i forgot that taylor will be releasing her album. im so mad at my school for getting in the way of my fangirling like, THE AUDACITY 🤬 taytay is so beautiful here!

[genezpen]

『 cruel 』

pairings: seungkwan × gn!reader

genre: ANGST‼️i feel the need to hurt everyone right now 😈

summary: seungkwan told you that he used you to win a bet.

warnings: drama w/o plot, this a bit slightly quite painful and has a huge impact on me :'), crying, harsh!seungkwan, mention of parents neglecting the reader, reader speaking from trauma, mention of vernon, someone using the reader for a bet, rejection (?) (lmk if i missed something or if i made a mistake!)

word counts: 597

notes: this is a very short drabble to let y'all know that a short fic of han, and hoshi is coming. i've never had a free time since my last uploaded fic so i would like to apologize to the sitting requests on my ask! i promise im working on them! also, pls don't hate verkwan! love lots ^^ (our exam week is next week, wish me a luck!)

“i never loved you.”

those exact words are enough to crush your wholeness. you almost hear your heart shattering on the pit of your stomach.

you felt bad. you are upset. you are disappointed.

the person you trusted the most just confessed that he fooled you. and for what?

“you're nothing but a bet. vernon lose, i won. now, it’s over.”

a bet. he won a bet. you are the bet.

and vernon? your bestfriend?

“what? aren't you mad at me? come on, y/n, hit me! i know you want to hurt me, too! i used you.” seungkwan grabbed your hand, forcing you to hit his hard chest.

but you're to numb to do so. as much as you want to show him how much it hurts you can die right now, you know physical pain wouldn't be enough.

he hit himself, he slap his cheek using your hand but you pulled it away. your eyes fixated on the ground while breathing fast, trying to stop your tears.

seungkwan then tried to find your line of vision but you keep avoiding it. not now. not when you're too fragile, too weak, too scared.

“come on, say something. lash out on me! i know you're upset—”

“i knew it...” your whispers made him shut up. something bitter spilled inside you. “i knew something was up the day you asked me out.” with shaking voice, you let it out.

even with a blurry eyes, you force yourself to meet his gaze only to see how shocked he was. seungkwan looked pale and his pupils were going back and forth on your eyes trying to find something you don't know of.

“don’t worry. i-i figured it out r-right away– you– i... knew this day would come.” you manage to utter those despite you choking on your own saliva and the nonstop tears.

you covered your face as you breakdown infront of seungkwan, shaking your head. so what if you look hopeless and pathetic right now? so what if he use this against you someday? so what if he makes fun of your misery right now. you don't want to think of the future at the moment. it hurts, it's killing you inside-out.

“you never actually like the cupcake i baked you, right? you never once liked my outfit every time we go out. you did not really want to say my 'i love yous' back, you just don't have a choice!”

fuck. this is a different kind of pain when your pet died in an accident. this is not the same pain you felt when your parents failed to recognize your academic success back in highschool. this pain is on another level. the one that could hold you back for years, again. the pain that brought you back to your thirteen year old self.

seungkwan did not say anything. he stood there frozen. you bet on your life, tomorrow everyone will turn their back on you. your colleagues will laugh at your situation. this has happened before, none of them was your friend, they were seungkwan’s.

no matter how hard it is to swallow, your only best friend, vernon, used you too.

you hate the universe for why must it be hard to live on earth. if you aren't allowed to feel loved then why must people hurt you? they could've just push you away, not stay for a short period of time just to leave you again. not pretend they accept you when in reality they are disgusted by you. why must everyone have to be so cruel?

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all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, plagiarize, repost to another platform/sites without my permission. this is solely available on tumblr.

[genezpen]

『 crashing back into you 』

pairings: hoshi × gn!reader

genre: angst(?)

summary: if your drunk ex-boyfriend happen to call you in the middle of the night, saying he wants to see you, what would you do?

warnings: intentional lower case typing, did not proofread!, crying lol, drunk!hoshi, drunk call, hoshi is an ex boyfriend, lmk if i missed anything

word counts: 795

notes: this has been sitting on my drafts half finished for like weeks now and school has been very cruel and hectic pls someone save me from this hell :( anyways, lmk if u enjoyed this short fic mwaaa ^×^

it was late at night when you received a call from an unknown number — not really. it was very familiar, it’s the number you were trying to forget.

“hello?”

you heard a grunt over the phone.

“hello? w-who is this?” your voice shake a little, trying to pretend you aren't aware on who's calling you at this hour.

“oh? y/n! woah! i missed your voice,” then the man on the other line chuckled weirdly.

his raspy voice is telling you that something is up. like, your ex won't just call you to tell you he misses your voice, right?

“are you drunk?” your forehead creased.

“no! of course, not!” and that's how you know he indeed is drunk.

“yeah, and pigs can fly.” rolling your eyes, you sat up on your bed feeling giddy about the call.

why are you so chill that hoshi is calling you late at night, drunk at that point, anyway?

“hmm... c-can i come over?” he mumbled pretty distinct.

“what?” chills shiver down your spine. you had to make sure you heard your ex right.

“i said, can i come over to your apartment? right now, y/n.” hoshi stated loud and clear.

it made your heart hammered inside your chest. is he freaking serious?

“no? hoshi, you're drunk. you aren't even supposed to be calling me—”

“no, no, i’m not druuunk! i just had a drink, you know...” the high pitched sound flickered your eardrums making you back away from your phone.

this is not happening. this is not supposed to happen. you remind your heart so many times why hoshi is a dangerous guy, why you had to break your relationship up. picking up the man’s call is enough to make you realize that... you, once again, fucked up.

the next thing you know is a wild hoshi came by dropping his whole weight on the sofa infront of your bed. he’s barely awake for pete‘s sake!

“hey? hosh? you have to change your clothes...” you whisper on his ears removing his black beanie after the shoes. kneeling down on the ground beside him.

flopped on his stomach with his left cheek squished against the square pillow, completely passed out. it gave you the opportunity to stare at his now tomato red face.

what has changed over the past five months? nothing. not his face, not his voice, not his warmth... except for his slightly visible grown stubble.

“i missed you...” the wind delivered your whispers to hoshi’s ears.

“really?” like a switch, he lift his head from the cushion a bit. he opened his red puffy eyes only to find yours inches close to his.

and then silence. using only your eyes to talk, with beating hearts in the middle of the night, it's bringing back plenty of memories you refused to forget about.

but then, you mean it. you can't say that you really do but hopefully, your gaze can.

slowly, hoshi close his heavy eyelids lying back into the cushion. you let out a relief sigh before getting up to get some pair of clothes for your drunk ex-boyfriend. but before you can even took a step backwards, hoshi’s warm fingers made it’s way to your left wrist making you halt in surprise.

“don’t– don’t go...”

you looked back at him. he looked peaceful sleeping like that except he's sleep talking and is stopping you from leaving his side.

“we'll talk once you sober up. tomorrow morning, hosh.” you placed your hand on the top of his which only made his grip tighten.

“no, no, im not drunk, just tipsy. come one, let's talk now.” he tried to get up, still with his eyes closed, but guess his other hand are not working so he failed to do so. hoshi flopped right back on the couch’s surface as he grunts.

“hosh, listen to me. we will talk, okay? just not now.” but he won't let go. instead, he's pulling you close.

“no, no. what if you leave again?” his voice slightly quivered, your eyes widen at his question. “w-what if you never come back to me again?”

your insides churn. you felt a bucket of iced water splash all over your body. and most importantly, you felt a hand pinching your heart.

“i won't...” you managed to utter.

“that's what u said...” his grip loosened as he murmur those words painfully.

a liquid from your eyes fell in oblivion, “i- i’m sorry... i promise.” you gave up. “please, rest for me.” you dropped to your knees, running your fingers through his hair gently. unable to hold back your sobs, you bring the back of his hand infront of your lips to plant small kisses.

“i miss you... bad. please, don't leave...” hoshi whispers in despair.

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[genezpen]

BEFORE IT'S OVER— happy 27th birthday, jeonghan! i love you from the bottom of my kidney <3 hanniehae 🫶👼

[genezpen]

『 crashing back into you 』

pairings: hoshi × gn!reader

genre: angst(?)

summary: if your drunk ex-boyfriend happen to call you in the middle of the night, saying he wants to see you, what would you do?

warnings: intentional lower case typing, did not proofread!, crying lol, drunk!hoshi, drunk call, hoshi is an ex boyfriend, lmk if i missed anything

word counts: 795

notes: this has been sitting on my drafts half finished for like weeks now and school has been very cruel and hectic pls someone save me from this hell :( anyways, lmk if u enjoyed this short fic mwaaa ^×^

it was late at night when you received a call from an unknown number — not really. it was very familiar, it’s the number you were trying to forget.

“hello?”

you heard a grunt over the phone.

“hello? w-who is this?” your voice shake a little, trying to pretend you aren't aware on who's calling you at this hour.

“oh? y/n! woah! i missed your voice,” then the man on the other line chuckled weirdly.

his raspy voice is telling you that something is up. like, your ex won't just call you to tell you he misses your voice, right?

“are you drunk?” your forehead creased.

“no! of course, not!” and that's how you know he indeed is drunk.

“yeah, and pigs can fly.” rolling your eyes, you sat up on your bed feeling giddy about the call.

why are you so chill that hoshi is calling you late at night, drunk at that point, anyway?

“hmm... c-can i come over?” he mumbled pretty distinct.

“what?” chills shiver down your spine. you had to make sure you heard your ex right.

“i said, can i come over to your apartment? right now, y/n.” hoshi stated loud and clear.

it made your heart hammered inside your chest. is he freaking serious?

“no? hoshi, you're drunk. you aren't even supposed to be calling me—”

“no, no, i’m not druuunk! i just had a drink, you know...” the high pitched sound flickered your eardrums making you back away from your phone.

this is not happening. this is not supposed to happen. you remind your heart so many times why hoshi is a dangerous guy, why you had to break your relationship up. picking up the man’s call is enough to make you realize that... you, once again, fucked up.

the next thing you know is a wild hoshi came by dropping his whole weight on the sofa infront of your bed. he’s barely awake for pete‘s sake!

“hey? hosh? you have to change your clothes...” you whisper on his ears removing his black beanie after the shoes. kneeling down on the ground beside him.

flopped on his stomach with his left cheek squished against the square pillow, completely passed out. it gave you the opportunity to stare at his now tomato red face.

what has changed over the past five months? nothing. not his face, not his voice, not his warmth... except for his slightly visible grown stubble.

“i missed you...” the wind delivered your whispers to hoshi’s ears.

“really?” like a switch, he lift his head from the cushion a bit. he opened his red puffy eyes only to find yours inches close to his.

and then silence. using only your eyes to talk, with beating hearts in the middle of the night, it's bringing back plenty of memories you refused to forget about.

but then, you mean it. you can't say that you really do but hopefully, your gaze can.

slowly, hoshi close his heavy eyelids lying back into the cushion. you let out a relief sigh before getting up to get some pair of clothes for your drunk ex-boyfriend. but before you can even took a step backwards, hoshi’s warm fingers made it’s way to your left wrist making you halt in surprise.

“don’t– don’t go...”

you looked back at him. he looked peaceful sleeping like that except he's sleep talking and is stopping you from leaving his side.

“we'll talk once you sober up. tomorrow morning, hosh.” you placed your hand on the top of his which only made his grip tighten.

“no, no, im not drunk, just tipsy. come one, let's talk now.” he tried to get up, still with his eyes closed, but guess his other hand are not working so he failed to do so. hoshi flopped right back on the couch’s surface as he grunts.

“hosh, listen to me. we will talk, okay? just not now.” but he won't let go. instead, he's pulling you close.

“no, no. what if you leave again?” his voice slightly quivered, your eyes widen at his question. “w-what if you never come back to me again?”

your insides churn. you felt a bucket of iced water splash all over your body. and most importantly, you felt a hand pinching your heart.

“i won't...” you managed to utter.

“that's what u said...” his grip loosened as he murmur those words painfully.

a liquid from your eyes fell in oblivion, “i- i’m sorry... i promise.” you gave up. “please, rest for me.” you dropped to your knees, running your fingers through his hair gently. unable to hold back your sobs, you bring the back of his hand infront of your lips to plant small kisses.

“i miss you... bad. please, don't leave...” hoshi whispers in despair.

©genezpen

all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, plagiarize, repost to another platform/sites without my permission. this is solely available on tumblr.

[genezpen]

YO have you seen arthur’s musical finale?!!¿! GIRL I AM SO FREAKING PROUD LIKE ???? I LOVE THAT MAN SO BAD AND HE'S DONE A VERY GREAT JOB :( keep safe, kyeomie! <3

also may i mention that my fic titled skit almost has that scene, the vibe and everything PLS I'M GOING FERAL!! thank you for another masterpiece, dokyeomie :')

[genezpen]

『 tomorrow 』

pairings: wonwoo × gn!reader

genre: fluff FLUFFY

summary: wonwoo forgot about your birthday and promised to celebrate it the next day despite the conflicting schedule of your busy man. this is so bad mygosh

warnings: purposely written in lowercase letters, lazy author did not proofread (pls bear with me, i’m trying to breakfree from my mental block :<), lmk if i missed any ! :3

word counts: 1.3k+

notes: ur honor just got into svt recently and i can’t get enough of them so i’m writing for them as well this time :> enjoy, bffs<3

the whole week you were so busy working so as your hardworking boyfriend.

it was past ten in the evening when you were watching the television, friday is indeed the best day of the week. tomorrow will be your day off so chilling once in a while is not a bad idea.

you were laying your head against your palms and your elbows pressed sideways on the couch with a bowl of fries infront. what an ideal rest.

suddenly, the door burst out open startling you. your heart shook in slight panic thinking whether you forgot to lock the door of your shared apartment and that some thief or a weirdo broke in but as soon as your boyfriend, wonwoo, showed up, you let out a sigh of breath you held two seconds ago.

“you’re home early today?” you casually ask him as you reach for the bowl on the table, waiting for wonwoo to approach the couch.

slowly he did. but to your surprise, wonwoo dropped on his knees before you instead. head down, dropping his body bag on the floor. your immediate reaction was to sit up and hold onto his shoulders to ask him what had happened.

“wonwoo! what’s the matter? are you alright?” shrugging him a bit but he did not respond. instead, he pulled you on the waist for a hug.

wonwoo’s face was buried in your stomach, you can feel the cold metal of his thin glasses poking through your spaghetti top.

you didn't know what to do, he’s never been this way before. so rather than continuously ask him what’s wrong and force him to talk, you wrap your fingers around his hair, gently massaging wonwoo’s scalp. use your soothing words.

“it’s fine, wonnie. don’t worry about anything, it will be alright—”

“it’s not okay...” he finally spoke in a weak & soft voice, tightening his hold of me.

“hmm? what’s not okay?”

wonwoo shot his head up to meet your eyes. his gaze hold submission and is apologetic. he looks like a cat who accidentally shred your favourite curtain, begging for forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, y/n. please, forgive me...”

your eyebrows met in confusion. he’s sorry for what?

“for what?”

this time, wonwoo slowly mirrored your confusion.

“i... forgot about today. are you... not mad at me?”

you raised your brows at wonwoo still caressing his hair genuinely lost. you tried your best to think about what seems so special today but all you could ever think of was your anniversary date which is clearly months from now before happening.

“today? what’s so special today? it’s not our anniversary, won—”

before you could finish your sentence, wonwoo gasped at your words immediately standing up on his feet to hold your face with both his warm palms.

“y/n, are you serious? or are you playing with me?” wonwoo’s face was so close to you that his addictive minty breath was hitting your face. the reason why your gaze dropped on his naturally red lips slightly dump for whatever reason, distracting you for a bit.

you shake your head to come back to your senses.

“look, whatever it is, baby, it’s probably nothing special for sure. unimportant, that’s why i forgot about it.” you assured wonwoo carelessly. your thumb graze his biceps this time calming him down somehow.

wonwoo’s lips parted in disbelief. his eyes glancing back and forth your left and right vision trying to see through your soul or finding a hint of humor but found none.

“it is your birthday, y/n... how’s it unimportant? nothing special? and... you forgot about it?” wonwoo’s puzzled expression is so cute you want to pinch his cheeks until you heard him drop the bomb.

what? your birthday? WAIT. WHAT–

“oh? OH?” surprised pikachu face meme suit you so well at this moment. your eyes went boba and your mouth shaped “O”, speechless.

“my birthday! that’s right– oh my gosh?”

how did you even forgot about your own birthday, right? that’s just so dumb of you.

“well, i’ve been very busy so i completely forgot to check dates, don’t judge me, babe!” defensively, you explained. worried that he finds you just as dumb as you see yourself right now.

“no one’s judging you, dummy. i just want to apologize, really...” wonwoo’s expression somehow lift up after that, he manage to chuckle at your cuteness making you smile as well. wonwoo then rested his forehead to yours, closing both your eyes. silence slowly enveloped you both but you can hear your own heart beating and maybe, his too.

for a moment, it was peaceful. the running television were in a very low volume that his breathing was louder to hear.

“you don’t have to apologize, wonwoo. even i forgot about it, you see. i understand that we’re just too busy the past weeks, it can’t be help. and still... thank you for being honest with me.” you manage to break the silence with a soft appreciation for your boyfriend’s honesty.

your hands rested on both his wrists, with his calloused palms still holding your face with so much care. your eyes met his soulful gaze.

the dramatic dim lights from the kitchen were reflected on the right side of wonwoo’s face while the other side hides in darkness.

the bone structure of wonwoo’s face defines even more because of it. makes him look attractive as he ever was, like a model in some sensual magazine with those hooded eyes and perfectly carved lips. wonwoo is freaking breathtaking.

“i’m always, and will always be honest with you, baby. still, it was my fault that we couldn’t even celebrate today. i’m such a clumsy boyfriend.” wonwoo sulked, pouting like a kid. dropping his eyes on the abandoned body bag of his, avoiding yours.

it made you giggle. this adorable little but giant kitty tower infront of you but feels so small because he forgot about your special day makes your heart melt.

“it’s alright, wonwoo, we still have another year for it. and another, and another...” you suggested. you sat down on the couch pulling his arms dragging him down with you.

wonwoo urgently shook his head as you both settled in. you put your feet across his lap, resting your thighs on his. while wonwoo’s right arm automatically wrap around your waist as you tried to turn the television off. his other hand was caressing your exposed knees infront.

“no, i want to celebrate it right away. tomorrow. it’s your restday, right?”

you nodded slowly, wondering if he’s free as well because his off has always been sunday.

“good. i already planned everything out while i was at work earlier. promise, i’m all yours tomorrow. we’ll do everything you want. visit everywhere you like–”

you raised your hands in the air halting wonwoo’s daydream.

“wait, wait, wait. how about your work?”

wonwoo’s smile quickly turn into a smug smirk as he looks at you sideways. “i made sure to finish everything today so the remaining minor shoots will be done by sunday. your boyfriend’s pretty smart, y/n, ain’t he?”

you scrunch your nose at him. he’s so willing to be with you tomorrow, huh? lucky as hell, you laugh internally.

“you’ve always been smart, wonwoo.” your sudden compliment briefly stunned him. your hands went to the top of his head patting it lovingly making him lean on the crook of your neck. “and you’re not just smart, you are thoughtful, hardworking, kind-hearted even when sometimes it doesn’t show–”

“eh?” wonwoo questioned, slightly lifting his head to look at you but you pulled him back.

“...a body to die for,” you continued, ignoring his little protest. “wise personality, good values and principle, multitalented, mature mind,”

“and handsome too.” wonwoo added. you can feel his happy grin against your collarbone.

“very handsome.” you both giggled cutely at that remarks.

your night ended cuddling on the couch with wonwoo in your arms, excitedly talking about his initial plan for tomorrow.

@genezpen

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[genezpen]

assume that i'll be back w something during this weekends 👀

[genezpen]

you see i have a very complicated sched ahead... i'll try my best to finish these drafts asap then upload them right away lol

[genezpen]

tmi: it's my birthday today! kinda wanna have some alone time, september wasn't so nice to me :)

[genezpen]

assume that i'll be back w something during this weekends 👀

[genezpen]

tomorrow

pairings: wonwoo × gn!reader

genre: fluff FLUFFY

summary: wonwoo forgot about your birthday and promised to celebrate it the next day despite the conflicting schedule of your busy man. this is so bad mygosh

warnings: purposely written in lowercase letters, lazy author did not proofread (pls bear with me, i’m trying to breakfree from my mental block :<), lmk if i missed any ! :3

word counts: 1.3k+

notes: ur honor just got into svt recently and i can’t get enough of them so i’m writing for them as well this time :> enjoy, bffs<3

the whole week you were so busy working so as your hardworking boyfriend.

it was past ten in the evening when you were watching the television, friday is indeed the best day of the week. tomorrow will be your day off so chilling once in a while is not a bad idea.

you were laying your head against your palms and your elbows pressed sideways on the couch with a bowl of fries infront. what an ideal rest.

suddenly, the door burst out open startling you. your heart shook in slight panic thinking whether you forgot to lock the door of your shared apartment and that some thief or a weirdo broke in but as soon as your boyfriend, wonwoo, showed up, you let out a sigh of breath you held two seconds ago.

“you’re home early today?” you casually ask him as you reach for the bowl on the table, waiting for wonwoo to approach the couch.

slowly he did. but to your surprise, wonwoo dropped on his knees before you instead. head down, dropping his body bag on the floor. your immediate reaction was to sit up and hold onto his shoulders to ask him what had happened.

“wonwoo! what’s the matter? are you alright?” shrugging him a bit but he did not respond. instead, he pulled you on the waist for a hug.

wonwoo’s face was buried in your stomach, you can feel the cold metal of his thin glasses poking through your spaghetti top.

you didn't know what to do, he’s never been this way before. so rather than continuously ask him what’s wrong and force him to talk, you wrap your fingers around his hair, gently massaging wonwoo’s scalp. use your soothing words.

“it’s fine, wonnie. don’t worry about anything, it will be alright—”

“it’s not okay...” he finally spoke in a weak & soft voice, tightening his hold of me.

“hmm? what’s not okay?”

wonwoo shot his head up to meet your eyes. his gaze hold submission and is apologetic. he looks like a cat who accidentally shred your favourite curtain, begging for forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, y/n. please, forgive me...”

your eyebrows met in confusion. he’s sorry for what?

“for what?”

this time, wonwoo slowly mirrored your confusion.

“i... forgot about today. are you... not mad at me?”

you raised your brows at wonwoo still caressing his hair genuinely lost. you tried your best to think about what seems so special today but all you could ever think of was your anniversary date which is clearly months from now before happening.

“today? what’s so special today? it’s not our anniversary, won—”

before you could finish your sentence, wonwoo gasped at your words immediately standing up on his feet to hold your face with both his warm palms.

“y/n, are you serious? or are you playing with me?” wonwoo’s face was so close to you that his addictive minty breath was hitting your face. the reason why your gaze dropped on his naturally red lips slightly dump for whatever reason, distracting you for a bit.

you shake your head to come back to your senses.

“look, whatever it is, baby, it’s probably nothing special for sure. unimportant, that’s why i forgot about it.” you assured wonwoo carelessly. your thumb graze his biceps this time calming him down somehow.

wonwoo’s lips parted in disbelief. his eyes glancing back and forth your left and right vision trying to see through your soul or finding a hint of humor but found none.

“it is your birthday, y/n... how’s it unimportant? nothing special? and... you forgot about it?” wonwoo’s puzzled expression is so cute you want to pinch his cheeks until you heard him drop the bomb.

what? your birthday? WAIT. WHAT–

“oh? OH?” surprised pikachu face meme suit you so well at this moment. your eyes went boba and your mouth shaped “O”, speechless.

“my birthday! that’s right– oh my gosh?”

how did you even forgot about your own birthday, right? that’s just so dumb of you.

“well, i’ve been very busy so i completely forgot to check dates, don’t judge me, babe!” defensively, you explained. worried that he finds you just as dumb as you see yourself right now.

“no one’s judging you, dummy. i just want to apologize, really...” wonwoo’s expression somehow lift up after that, he manage to chuckle at your cuteness making you smile as well. wonwoo then rested his forehead to yours, closing both your eyes. silence slowly enveloped you both but you can hear your own heart beating and maybe, his too.

for a moment, it was peaceful. the running television were in a very low volume that his breathing was louder to hear.

“you don’t have to apologize, wonwoo. even i forgot about it, you see. i understand that we’re just too busy the past weeks, it can’t be help. and still... thank you for being honest with me.” you manage to break the silence with a soft appreciation for your boyfriend’s honesty.

your hands rested on both his wrists, with his calloused palms still holding your face with so much care. your eyes met his soulful gaze.

the dramatic dim lights from the kitchen were reflected on the right side of wonwoo’s face while the other side hides in darkness.

the bone structure of wonwoo’s face defines even more because of it. makes him look attractive as he ever was, like a model in some sensual magazine with those hooded eyes and perfectly carved lips. wonwoo is freaking breathtaking.

“i’m always, and will always be honest with you, baby. still, it was my fault that we couldn’t even celebrate today. i’m such a clumsy boyfriend.” wonwoo sulked, pouting like a kid. dropping his eyes on the abandoned body bag of his, avoiding yours.

it made you giggle. this adorable little but giant kitty tower infront of you but feels so small because he forgot about your special day makes your heart melt.

“it’s alright, wonwoo, we still have another year for it. and another, and another...” you suggested. you sat down on the couch pulling his arms dragging him down with you.

wonwoo urgently shook his head as you both settled in. you put your feet across his lap, resting your thighs on his. while wonwoo’s right arm automatically wrap around your waist as you tried to turn the television off. his other hand was caressing your exposed knees infront.

“no, i want to celebrate it right away. tomorrow. it’s your restday, right?”

you nodded slowly, wondering if he’s free as well because his off has always been sunday.

“good. i already planned everything out while i was at work earlier. promise, i’m all yours tomorrow. we’ll do everything you want. visit everywhere you like–”

you raised your hands in the air halting wonwoo’s daydream.

“wait, wait, wait. how about your work?”

wonwoo’s smile quickly turn into a smug smirk as he looks at you sideways. “i made sure to finish everything today so the remaining minor shoots will be done by sunday. your boyfriend’s pretty smart, y/n, ain’t he?”

you scrunch your nose at him. he’s so willing to be with you tomorrow, huh? lucky as hell, you laugh internally.

“you’ve always been smart, wonwoo.” your sudden compliment briefly stunned him. your hands went to the top of his head patting it lovingly making him lean on the crook of your neck. “and you’re not just smart, you are thoughtful, hardworking, kind-hearted even when sometimes it doesn’t show–”

“eh?” wonwoo questioned, slightly lifting his head to look at you but you pulled him back.

“...a body to die for,” you continued, ignoring his little protest. “wise personality, good values and principle, multitalented, mature mind,”

“and handsome too.” wonwoo added. you can feel his happy grin against your collarbone.

“very handsome.” you both giggled cutely at that remarks.

your night ended cuddling on the couch with wonwoo in your arms, excitedly talking about his initial plan for tomorrow.

@genezpen

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