Summary: You realize you have feelings for your neighbor after you get your heart broken.
Warnings: Unrequited love that is later requited, Mingyu is a tiny bit of a dick?, alcohol, drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampie, a tiny bit of biting. If you think I missed a warning, please let me know!
A/N: This fic was a (slightly) late birthday gift for the lovely @lavnderwonu! I'm so sorry about how late it was. Regardless, I hope your birthday was as awesome as you are, and I hope you like the fic!
I also want to shout out the absolutely fucking awesome @jenoslutie once again for helping me plan this fic! Your feedback was so unbelievably helpful during the writing process.
The day that Jeon Wonwoo moved into the apartment next to yours was a complete and utter mess. The chaos of the day had nothing to do with your new neighbor, though. It started as soon as you woke up, actually, when your alarm went off an hour after you’d intended to set it, making you late for work. When you finally arrived, you realized that you’d missed the time slot allotted for the presentation you were supposed to give that day, so it needed to be rescheduled. On your lunch break, you got a call from your mother telling you that she urgently needed your help planning the most poorly coordinated baby shower you’d ever had the displeasure of being involved with for a friend of hers. So, by the time you finally got home, a new neighbor was the least of your worries.
Still, when you got a knock on your door about an hour after you’d arrived home from work, you answered it, assuming that it was your mother or one of your friends coming to you because they needed something. When you opened your door and saw the attractive man that had actually knocked, however, you realized just how much of a mess you looked compared to him, the stress of the day evident from your disheveled appearance and on-edge demeanor. Despite your appearance, however, you forced a smile and introduced yourself before you said, “I don’t think we’ve met before.”
“That’s because we haven’t. I’m Wonwoo. I just moved into the apartment next door and wanted to introduce myself.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Wonwoo.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
An awkward silence fell over the two of you before you said, “Well, I hope you like the neighborhood! I’d love to talk more, but I had a really shitty day at work, and I have a lot of stuff to do. I hope that I see you around, though!”
“I’m sure you will. I live right next door, after all,” he said with a soft laugh.
You smiled before you said, “Goodbye!” and shut the door to your apartment.
Once your door was shut, you finally started to relax, making yourself a cup of tea and watching terrible romance movies until it was time for you to go to bed. While you watched, however, you couldn’t help but think about Wonwoo. Sure, you knew it was probably just because you were curious about your new neighbor, but the man had already firmly planted himself in your mind, and you were anxious to get to know him better.
Wonwoo knew it was stupid, but he thought you were gorgeous from the moment he laid eyes on you. Sure, you were clearly not doing great, considering your disheveled appearance and thinly veiled stress, but that didn’t take away from the face that your eyes seemed to sparkle when you introduced yourself or the fact that your smile made him feel weak in the knees. Still, there was no way he was even going to try to get into a relationship until he was actually settled into his new apartment. So, he decided to ignore the feelings that were beginning to bloom in his chest for the time being.
A few days after your first meeting, you invited Wonwoo over to your apartment for dinner, hoping to get to know him better. He happily accepted, and you spent the evening preparing a recipe that you’d found online and wanted to try. Once it was ready, you texted Wonwoo, and not even five minutes later, there was a knock on your door. With a smile on your face, you smiled and said, “Hi! How are you doing today?”
“I’m doing well; thank you! How are you today?”
“Work was a lot, but I’m ok. Would you like to come in?” you asked. He nodded, and you moved out of your doorway to let him into your apartment.
As Wonwoo walked into your apartment, he looked around and said, “This place feels really cozy.”
“Thank you. That was the goal when I was decorating.”
“Well, you definitely succeeded,” he replied with a shy smile, hoping you couldn’t tell how much he already liked you.
Trying to ignore the way you felt your face heat at his compliment, you asked, “Are you hungry?” He nodded, and you showed him to your dining room, where you already had two plates ready at opposite ends of the table. “It’s nothing fancy, just something I found online. Let me know what you think, though! I’ve been looking for something to make for a family dinner next week.”
“I will. Thank you.”
For the most part, the meal itself was awkward, but you still tried to get to know your neighbor better. In between bites of the food you’d made, which was surprisingly good considering that you’d found the recipe on Pinterest, you asked, “So, what brought you to this area?”
“I wanted to be closer to my family. I grew up here, but I moved away for college. What about you?”
“Oh, I’ve lived here my whole life.”
“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met before, then.”
“I mean, I’ve always kept to myself for the most part. It’s entirely possible we went to school together and never interacted.”
“That’s true.”
There was a brief awkward silence before you said, “Well, if you need any help settling in or unpacking, just let me know.”
“I will. Thank you.”
The rest of the night was relatively uneventful, with casual conversation and a handful of awkward moments, like when Wonwoo asked you if you had a boyfriend.
“No, I don’t. Not really interested in anyone like that right now, you know?”
“Oh, yeah, totally,” he replied frantically, like he wasn’t expecting your answer.
“You ok?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” he answered, though you weren’t sure if you believed him.
The conversation continued to be incredibly awkward for a while, but once you and Wonwoo actually relaxed, you found yourself having a lot more fun than you initially expected. You even continued talking to him long after the meal was finished, so invested in your conversation about the books you were reading and music you liked to listen to that you didn’t notice how late it was.
When you finally did notice that it was nearing midnight, however, you said, “Oh, shit! I am so sorry I’ve kept you this long.”
“It’s totally fine,” he replied. “I should probably go home and get some sleep, though. Could we maybe do this again sometime?”
“Yeah, of course. That sounds great.”
With that, Wonwoo left your apartment and went back to his own, leaving you alone with your thoughts of him. Honestly, you weren’t really sure what to think, but you did know that you wanted to spend more time with him in the future.
And spending more time with Wonwoo was exactly what you did. Pretty much every night that you weren’t busy with extra work or family obligations, either you were at his apartment, or he was at yours. Whenever you spent time with him, you laughed about the silly things that had happened over the course of your day, told stories about your favorite moments in life, and bonded over shared interests, like books and music. Sure, you hadn’t known Wonwoo for very long, but you already considered him a close friend.
One of the things that you loved most about spending time with Wonwoo was that there was no expectation for you to be something you weren’t or spend all of your time doing something for him. All he wanted was for you to be yourself, and that made you feel more loved than you ever thought that you could feel. You could only hope that he knew how happy you were that you had a friend like him in your life.
A few weeks after Wonwoo moved into your building, you made another new friend in the form of Kim Mingyu, your brother’s new roommate. You met Mingyu when you were visiting your brother for the weekend, and Mingyu answered the door instead. Of course, Seungcheol had told you that he had a new roommate, but he’d failed to mention just how handsome Mingyu was. When you finally saw him for yourself, you swore that your heart skipped a beat.
You were so distracted, you almost didn’t notice an unfamiliar voice asking, “Can I help you?”
“Oh, yeah, he told me you were coming. Come on in,” he said, moving out of the doorway. Once you were inside, he said, “You know, ‘Cheol told me about you, but he left out just how beautiful you are.”
You laughed softly and said, “I could say the same thing about you.”
“Oh, hush,” he said with a smile.
The two of you continued to go back and forth like that for a while before you heard Seungcheol clear his throat and say, “So, I guess you two have met?” There was an awkward silence before he added, “Anyway, how about a board game?”
“That sounds great,” you answered with a laugh.
You, Seungcheol, and Mingyu spent hours playing Monopoly, yelling at each other every time there was an attempt at sabotage, and laughing at the failed attempts and joking fights. You had a lot more fun than you expected to, especially enjoying the way that Mingyu flirted with you whenever your brother wasn’t around.
When it was finally time for you to go home after staying with Seungcheol and Mingyu for the weekend, Mingyu said, “It’s been really great getting to know you this weekend. I hope I see you again soon.”
“I hope so too.”
“Before you go, could I get your number?”
“Oh, yeah, of course.”
With that, you and Mingyu exchanged numbers, and you drove back to your apartment. When you got back to your building, Wonwoo was standing outside his apartment and fumbling with his keys. When you saw him, you smiled and asked, “Do you need a hand?”
“Nah, I’m ok. Where were you?”
“Spent the weekend with my brother and his roommate.”
“Did you have fun?”
You giggled and said, “I definitely did.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wonwoo asked, turning to face you with a knowing look in his eyes.
“Just that my brother’s roommate is really sweet.” Wonwoo rolled his eyes at your comment, and you laughed as you added. “I need to go take care of a few things. It was nice to talk to you for a little bit, though.”
“Yeah, see you later,” he said, his tone flat and unexpressive.
With a sigh, you entered your apartment, taking some time to relax in the quiet before you did some light cleaning. Once you were done, though, the first thing you did was grab your phone and text Mingyu.
Y/N: Just wanted to say hi and tell you again that I really enjoyed getting to know you this weekend. Hope I get to see you soon!
Mingyu: I hope so too, gorgeous.
You did end up seeing Mingyu again about a week later. He called you in the morning, offering to take you to a café by his apartment, and you happily agreed. When you got there, you were a little worried that you’d gone to the wrong place, not seeing Mingyu anywhere, but after a few minutes, you heard a familiar voice behind you say, “Well, hello gorgeous.”
You turned around with a smile and said, “Hi, Mingyu.”
“How are you doing?”
“A lot better now that you’re here.”
He smirked and asked, “Do you wanna go in and get some coffee?”
“That sounds great.”
Mingyu hesitantly took your hand after that, relaxing when you squeezed his hand, and the two of you walked into the café. You each ordered a coffee and a muffin, too nervous about the fact that you were on a first date to even consider straying from your usual orders. Still, as nervous as you were, you were twice as excited. After all, Mingyu was gorgeous, and the conversations that the two of you had over good coffee and better muffins were the highlight of your weekend.
When you and Mingyu were both finished with your drinks, you smiled and said, “I had a really nice time today.”
“I did too. We should do this again sometime.”
“Yeah, we should,” you said softly.
With that, Mingyu kissed your cheek and walked you to your car. Once you were inside, he left to find his own, and you drove back home.
About a month after you started seeing Mingyu, you decided to introduce him to your friends by hosting a game night at your apartment. Most of them loved him, gushing about how sweet and attentive he was when it came to you. At some point, however, Mingyu left the room to use the bathroom, and that was when you found out how your neighbor felt about your boyfriend.
“I don’t trust him,” Wonwoo mumbled as soon as Mingyu was gone.
“Why?” you asked, hoping the rest of your friends weren’t paying attention to your conversation.
“Something about him doesn’t seem right,” he replied, desperately trying to hide the frustration he was feeling over seeing you with someone that wasn’t him.
“Maybe he’s just nervous. You were super awkward when we first met, too. Remember?”
“I remember. This is different, though.”
“How?” you asked, but Wonwoo refused to answer. So, with a sigh, you said, “Nevermind.” Mingyu came back shortly after that, and the game night continued with no further problems.
Once the games that were planned for the night ended, your friends and Mingyu left, leaving just you and Wonwoo in your apartment.
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, you said, “Good night, Wonwoo.”
“Good night,” he said, leaving your apartment to go back to his own.
After Wonwoo left, you thought about what he’d said. Was there a reason to be concerned about your relationship with Mingyu? You didn’t think so, but then again, you tended to ignore people’s faults, especially when it came to how they treated you. Still, you hadn’t noticed any red flags. Not wanting to act too soon, you decided to just wait and see what happened.
As time went on, your relationship with Mingyu felt almost perfect. Sure, you didn’t love how argumentative he was, and there were a handful of times that you noticed him checking out your friends, but for the most part, you were happy. You loved Mingyu, and despite the way he acted sometimes, you were certain that he loved you.
Wonwoo, however, was not as sure as you were. Every interaction that he had with Mingyu made him trust your boyfriend less, and he was certain that it wasn’t just because of his own feelings for you. Every time Wonwoo expressed his concerns to you, however, you wrote them off, reminding your friend that Mingyu just tended to be a little awkward. Wonwoo knew that you were just making excuses, but he knew better than to push.
You found out exactly why Wonwoo didn’t trust your boyfriend when Mingyu knocked on your door late at night on a random Saturday, almost a year after you’d started dating. When you opened the door, he looked almost guilty, and you couldn’t figure out why. At least, you couldn’t until he looked you in the eyes and said, “I think we should break up.”
“Shock” did not even begin to describe what you were feeling in that moment. Had you done something wrong? Was there something going on that you didn’t know about? Why was he all of a sudden breaking up with you when earlier that day he’d told you he wanted to spend forever with you?
You had no idea at first, but you didn’t have to wait long for an answer. With a deep sigh and a pained expression on his face, Mingyu said, “I’m sorry. I met somebody else.”
A thousand thoughts swirled around your brain in that moment, but you did your best to stay calm as you said, “Oh.”
The awkward silence that permeated the air around the two of you after that felt suffocating. You had no clue how long it lasted before he said, “I’m sorry,” and walked away.
Once Mingyu was out of your line of sight, you shut your front door and started to cry like you hadn’t cried in a very long time. The pain of losing the man that you loved felt all-consuming, and you couldn’t even begin to think of doing anything but crying for what felt like hours.
Eventually, when you did stop crying, you started to wonder if it was too late to make plans with any of your friends. After giving the matter some thought, you decided to try to call Wonwoo and ask if he would come to your apartment.
Wonwoo was sitting in his living room reading a book while soft music played from his CD player when his phone started to ring. With a groan of frustration, he put down his book and turned the music off, picking up his phone. His demeanor changed in an instant, however, when he saw your name on his screen.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Hi,” you answered, trying not to show that you were upset. “Are you busy?”
“No, not really. Are you ok, (Y/N)? You sound upset.”
And that was when you started to sob for the second time that night. You continued to cry for what felt like far too long until you finally started to calm down. At that point, you just said, “He left.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mingyu. He left me. He showed up at my door just long enough to tell me that he’s leaving me and went on his merry way.”
“Shit. I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Can you come over?” I really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“Of course. I’ll be there in five minutes, ok?”
“Ok.”
With that, Wonwoo hung up the phone and rushed around his apartment, gathering snacks that he knew you loved and grabbing a bottle of his good wine before making his way next door. When he knocked on your door, it took a grand total of thirty seconds for you to open it and pull him inside. Once your door was shut, you held onto him for dear life and sobbed.
“Hey, it’s ok,” Wonwoo said, his voice soft and warm like your favorite blanket. “Do you want a drink? I brought my good wine over that I’ve been saving.
With a few deep breaths, you were able to stop crying just long enough to say, “That sounds great.”
With one more deep breath, you let go of Wonwoo, and he set the bags down before carrying the bottle of wine to your kitchen and asking, “Where do you keep the glasses?” You told him, and he grabbed two of them off the shelf before pouring wine into each of them and handing you one.
You took a sip and sighed before you said, “Thank you for coming.”
“It’s no problem. I’m happy to be here when you need somebody.”
With the ghost of a smile starting to appear on your face, you asked, “What’s in those bags you were holding when you came in?”
“Snacks. I brought those chips you really liked last time you came over and a few other things I thought you’d like.”
You softened and said, “You didn’t have to do that,” before continuing to drink your wine.
“I know. I wanted to.”
You didn’t know if it was the alcohol now entering your system or the way that Wonwoo looked at you as he spoke, but you already felt significantly better than you had when you called him. You even found yourself the slightest bit attracted to him, which honestly caught you by surprise. You thought that it was far too soon to get involved with someone else, though, so you decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being.
God, Wonwoo thought that you were absolutely beautiful. He didn’t know if it was the way your eyes sparkled when you laughed, the way you smiled at him like he actually mattered to you, or both, but he knew that he wanted you. The last thing that he wanted was to push you into something that you weren’t ready for, though, so he kept his feelings to himself.
As the night went on, and the wine flowed freely, you felt significantly better, thanks to Wonwoo. He made you laugh like Mingyu never could, he had no expectations of you like Mingyu did, and most importantly to your drunk and slightly horny mind, he was fucking gorgeous. Of course, you knew that you shouldn’t have been thinking about your best friend that way, but you also knew that you no longer cared about what you should have been doing in that moment.
That was probably why you thought, “Fuck it,” and kissed him.
To say that Wonwoo was surprised when you kissed him was a vast understatement, but he was in no way upset. He’d thought about how your lips would feel against his from the moment he saw your smile for the first time, and now that you were actually kissing him, he felt like he’d died and gone to Heaven.
There was a brief silence when you pulled away as both of you processed what had just happened. Wonwoo was the first to break it, mumbling something that sounded like, “That was amazing.”
You smiled and whispered, “Can I do that again?”
Wonwoo didn’t respond to your request verbally. Instead, he pulled you as close as he possibly could and kissed you himself. This time, however, the kiss felt different. “Hungry” was the best way that you could describe it. Like you were the only thing he wanted in that moment.
A soft whine slipped out of your mouth as he deepened the kiss, and he pulled away just enough to smile and say, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“Because there are some other things I’d rather do instead.”
“Like what?”
“You.”
The way he said it so casually caught you by surprise, in all honesty, but you weren’t opposed to the idea. Especially because of how he made you feel. If just kissing him felt so good already, how much better would going further than that feel?
You must have been lost in thought for too long, since Wonwoo nervously said, “If that’s not ok, we can just forget it ever-”
“Please?”
With a smirk on his face, Wonwoo said, “Not here. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it in a bed. Where’s your room?”
You didn’t answer his question verbally. Instead, you took his hand and led him to your room. Once you were there, you gently pushed him back onto your bed, straddling his lap and kissing him. He bit your lip softly, and a moan slipped out of your mouth. With a smirk on his face and a growing erection that you could feel from your place on his lap, he asked, “Are you sure you want this?”
“I’m sure. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Within minutes, your clothes were on the floor, and you were back on Wonwoo’s lap, carefully lowering yourself onto his cock. You cried out when you finally felt him inside you, and after a few deep breaths, and a few minutes to adjust to his size, you slowly started to move up and down.
Wonwoo was much more vocal than you expected as you rode him, and you loved every second of it. The soft groans that left his mouth were sweeter than your favorite song, and every word he said turned you on more. Like when he threw his head back and said, “Fuck, honey. Doing so good for me.”
“Feels so good,” you moaned, too lost in pleasure to say much else.
You really didn’t need to speak, though. The moans and whines that slipped out as you fucked yourself on Wonwoo’s cock made it abundantly clear just how much you were enjoying the scenario you found yourself in.
Wonwoo couldn’t believe the position he was in. All he’d wanted for months was to feel you wrapped around him, moaning his name as he fucked you, and that was exactly what was happening. The pleasure he felt at your hand was so intense, there were moments that he was certain that it was all a dream.
Of course, dream or not, his release was still significantly closer than he wanted it to be. He wanted to warn you before he came, but apparently the universe had other plans. With a loud groan, he came undone inside of you, pulling you closer as he kissed your neck.
Wonwoo continued fucking you through his release, and your own high came not long after. You tensed around Wonwoo as your orgasm washed over you, and every moment made him fall even harder for you, if that was even possible at that point.
Once you and Wonwoo both caught your breath, you got cleaned up and dressed again before lying down together, his arms wrapped around you and your face buried in his neck. He wanted to talk to you about what your time together meant going forward, but before he could, you were sound asleep. Deciding to talk to you about it in the morning, he drifted off to sleep himself, once again dreaming about you.
The next morning, you woke up next to Wonwoo with a slight headache and sore legs. Before you could even get the words out to ask what had happened, though, he kissed the top of your head and said, “Good morning, honey.”
And that was when you remembered everything. You wanted to be ashamed of how quickly you’d moved on from Mingyu, but because you’d moved on with Wonwoo, you didn’t really care.
“Good morning. How’d you sleep?” you asked.
“Fine. How about you, gorgeous?”
“I slept better than I have in a long time.”
“I’m happy to hear that.” There was a brief silence after that, and he added, “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Yeah, of course. What’s up?”
“So, about last night,” he began.
“What about last night?”
“What does last night mean for us going forward?”
“Well, what do you want it to mean?” you asked, a teasing tone in your voice.
“Well,” he mumbled, “I’m hoping that it means we’re not just friends anymore.”
“Wonwoo, baby, we stopped being just friends the moment you showed up at my door to make me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry,” you said before you kissed him.
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…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
