summary; woojin’s been in his “i’m almost done” studio arc for way too long, ignoring sleep, food and reality. his members stage a rescue mission and send you in as the final solution. and it works… suspiciously fast..
warnings; fluff, forehead kiss, petnames
wc; 1,5k - requested
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“if he says ‘just one more hour’ i’m actually going to lose my mind,” ohyul groaned,
you had barely stepped into the room before getting dragged into what looked suspiciously like a team meeting.
“it’s been 3 days,” he continued,
“2 and a half,” ryul corrected,
ohyul slowly turned toward him, “do you want to fight?”
“not particularly,”
“then stop defending him.”
“i’m not defending him,”
louis was curled up on the couch, practically vibrating with amusement,
“this is the most passionate i’ve ever seen either of you,” you chuckled,
“woojin hasn’t come home properly in days,” ohyul complained, “he sleeps in the studio, eats in the studio, breathes in the studio-“
“that’s usually how breathing works,” louis interrupted,
“you know what i mean,”
you couldn’t stop laughing, “is the song really that good?”
the room immediately fell silent..
then everyone nodded,
“unfortunately,” ryul admitted,
“that’s the problem,” ohyul said, “because every time we tell him to take a break, he plays it for us and suddenly we’re like wow.. maybe stay another 12 hours,”
“he’s weaponizing talent,” louis agreed,
“he really is,”
ohyul pointed at you dramatically, “go get your boyfriend,”
“why me?”
all 3 of them stared at you
“right,” you said,
“exactly,”
the studio door was unlocked which honestly felt like a miracle,
music was playing quietly through the speakers when you stepped inside
woojin was sitting at his desk, hoodie on, headphones around his neck, completely focused on the screen in front of him,
he didn’t notice you,
or maybe he did?
because the second the door clicked shut behind you, he sighed,
“if you’re here to tell me to leave, i’m busy,”
“that’s a lovely greeting,”
woojin froze before slowly turning around and immediately smiled,
it happened so naturally that he probably didn’t even realize he’d done it
“oh,”
“oh?”
“hi,”
“hi,”
for a moment he just looked at you like he’d forgotten what he was doing then his eyes flicked back toward the monitor,
“you shouldn’t be here,”
“ok? rude?”
“not rude,”
“that sounded rude,”
“i mean it affectionately,”
“that’s not helping,”
he spun his chair around fully this time, running a hand through his hair,
“they sent you, didn’t they?”
“maybe,”
“traitors,”
“they miss you,” you giggle softly,
“they saw me yesterday,”
“for what? 10 minutes?”
“that still counts,”
you glanced around the room,
coffee cups, snack wrappers, a blanket thrown over the couch..
it genuinely looked like he’d moved in
“woojin,”
“don’t start,”
“you know exactly what i’m going to say,”
“because everyone keeps saying it,”
he dropped his head back dramatically, “i’m fine,”
“you haven’t left this building properly in days,”
“i’ve left the room,”
“to do what?”
“..important things,”
“name one,”
“..bathroom,”
you laughed and woojin pointed at you accusingly,
“don’t encourage this,”
“i’m not encouraging anything,”
“you’re judging me tho,”
“a little yes,”
“i can tell,”
despite his complaining, he reached out and hooked a finger around your wrist, gently pulling you closer until you were standing beside his chair,
he immediately rested the side of his head against your arm, completely subconsciously almost like he needed the contact but refused to acknowledge it,
“you’re distracting me,” he mumbled,
“i literally just got here,”
“that’s the problem,”
“that doesn’t make sense,”
“it does to me,”
you looked down at him, “awe look at you, you missed me,”
“obviously,”
“awe,” you giggled
“don’t do that,”
“do what?”
“make it weird,”
“you literally admitted it,”
“because i haven’t seen you in a while,”
he sounded annoyed about it which somehow made it sweeter,
you smiled and nudged his shoulder, “let’s go home,”
“no.”
“woojin,”
“baby,”
“come home,”
he groaned immediately,
the kind of groan that suggested he already knew he was losing,
“you sound exactly like ohyul,”
“that’s the worst thing you’ve ever said to me,”
“i know,”
“take it back,”
“no you take back me coming home,”
you gasped and he actually laughed,
“ok then i’m leaving alone,”
“no you’re not,”
“watch me,”
the second you moved toward the door, his hand shot out and caught the sleeve of your hoodie,
“stay,”
“that’s not a proper request,”
“i’m busy but i want you here,”
“you’ve been busy for 3 days,”
“and look how productive i’ve been,”
he clicked a few buttons and turned one of the speakers up, his new song filled the room
you listened and immediately understood the problem..
it was good, annoyingly good.
the kind of good that made you understand why he’d become completely obsessed with perfecting it,
when it ended, woojin looked far too pleased with himself,
“see?”
“it’s good but still doesn’t change the fact that you need food,”
“i had food,” he argued back
“a protein bar isn’t food,”
“that’s literally its entire purpose tho?”
“woojin,”
“baby,” he deadpanned
“real food,” you exaggerated
“you’re very demanding today,”
“and you’re living like a raccoon,”
“now you’re being rude,”
“am i lying tho?”
he considered it, “..a little,”
“exactly,”
for a moment the room fell quiet and woojin stared at the screen, then at you, then back at the screen
you could practically see the internal struggle happening which was honestly adorable.
“you know what’s really annoying?” he said finally,
“what?”
“i was doing great before you got here,”
“sure,”
“seriously,” he pointed at you, “now i keep looking at you instead of working,”
“that’s sounds like a you problem,”
“it is,”
“my thoughts and prayers for you my guy,”
woojin rolled his eyes before reaching over and pulling you down onto the couch beside him,
close enough that your shoulders touched.
“please stay,”
you sighed out loud,
“i’m serious,” he added
“why?”
“because if you’re here, you’re here,”
you giggled, “that doesn’t make sense,”
“it doesn’t have to make sense,”
his attention returned to the monitor for approximately 5 seconds before drifting right back to you,
you caught him and he immediately looked away,
“i saw that,”
“no you didn’t,”
“yes i did,”
“i was thinking,”
“about?”
“the song,”
“liar,”
“prove it,” he shot back,
“you literally forgot what screen you were looking at,”
“that’s lame evidence,”
you laughed so hard he started smiling too
and finally, after another few minutes, he let out a long sigh,
the dramatic and defeated kind, the kind you had been waiting for,
“what?” you asked,
“nothing,”
“woojin,”
“i hate when they send you,”
“why?”
he looked at you like the answer should have been obvious, “because i can easily ignore them,”
“that’s mean,” you giggled softly,
“it’s true,”
“and me?”
he immediately looked away which told you everything.
“right,” you chuckled a little satisfied if you asked him,
woojin groaned, “don’t look so happy about it,”
“awe does sassy woojin have a soft spot for me,” you laughed,
“unfortunately,”
“that’s cute,”
“it’s ruining my work spirit,” he groaned,
a few moments later he finally reached over and saved his project, closed the program and pushed his chair back,
you blinked, “oh? that didn’t take long,”
“don’t push it now,”
“awwwww,” you cooed,
“stop,”
“you actually listened,”
he stood up, stretching his arms over his head, “because if i don’t leave now, you’ll keep looking at me like that,”
“like what?”
“like i’m a lost puppy,”
“you kind of are,” you chuckled,
he grabbed his hoodie and tossed it over his shoulder, then leaned down and kissed the top of your head.
it was quick and casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world,
“let’s go,”
“where are we going?”
“home,”
“look at that,” you nod approvingly,
“don’t start,”
“i didn’t even say anything,”
“i can hear it in your voice,”
“i at least expected you to put up a little fight,”
“ok now i’m staying another 3 days,”
“no you’re not,” you laughed as he pulled you up from the couch,
and despite all his complaining,
despite the dramatic sighs and the endless excuses,
he kept one hand on your back the entire way out of the studio,
just to make sure you didn’t wander off and leave him behind,
somewhere between locking the studio door and reaching the elevator, woojin was already mentally preparing himself,
because the second the others saw him walking back into the dorm after refusing to leave the studio for nearly three days, they were going to be insufferable
especially when they realized you’d shown up less than 15 minutes ago,
ohyul was literally going to have a field day, louis would probably laugh so hard he’d start wheezing and ryul would never let him live it down..
and the worst part?
they were all going to be right
3 days of ignored phone calls, rejected food deliveries, intervention attempts and lectures,
all undone in roughly 10 minutes..
woojin glanced at you walking beside him and sighed,
“don’t look so pleased with yourself,”
“i’m not,”you smiled,
he immediately looked away trying to hide the smile creeping up on his face,
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis — in which wonbin is a fan of your group, biases you, and posts on your fandom's selca day, which surprisingly gets your attention.
ᝰ.ᐟpairing — fan!park wonbin x idol!gn!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre — smau, idol! au, comedy, fluff ᝰ.ᐟ warnings — swearing, jokes about violence, wonbin is down smth terrible lol
💬 — i love wonbin! also, i wanna do the reverse version of this, but it'll be for a different member <3 so if you want either sungchan or seunghan vote pls! (i have different ideas for sohee and taro lol) | divider creds: @/enchanthings
do you want sungchan or seunghan for reverse version:
𓏵 having a boyfriend who was in the year above you and popular was not for the weak, especially when he has a whole fanbase that berates you over simply dating him *ੈ✩‧₊˚
ナナ’s ⦂ the request for this fic disappeared from my asks 😭 but anyway thank you anon for requesting ♡
dating someone who’s popular is one thing, but dating the anton lee? that was a whole other thing. if you asked the whole school about him, 97% of them would say they wanted him. to be fair, he is the perfect man – tall, smart, a swimmer, and insanely good looking. it wasn’t a surprise that everyone had an underlying crush on him. and even though he was yours, you couldn’t help but feel a little ticked off whenever someone got a little too close to him.
it was hard getting the students to accept your relationship with anton. first of all, most of them were envious of you, and secondly, you were in the grade below him. everyday, students from anton’s year would come up to you and argue about how ‘they deserved the title as his girlfriend more’, or how ‘you’re too immature to date him.’ it drove you insane. if he had a competition, people would make signs and posters, calling him their boyfriend, and that’s why you didn’t like going to them.
“i’m so nervous, baby.” anton pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. his hands carded through your hair, humming softly as he held you tight. “come to the competition, please?”
“i don’t wanna see all those posters, anton…” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his body. “please, y/n. i wanna see you there or else i’ll come dead last.” he held your face, positioning it so you’d look at his pleading face. “please? just for today. plus, the guys’ll be there, they’ll hide them from you.”
as much as you disliked going to his competitions due to all the posters, knowing it’d put you in a bad mood later, you had to go. for anton, at least. “fine,” you gave in, leaning your weight on anton.
his smile reached his eyes, when you agreed, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “thanks, angel.” he quickly ushered you out of the guys changing room, hearing more people bustle in. “i’ll see you out there.” he pressed his lips to your cheek, letting it linger a little longer this time.
it had been barely ten minutes until you started noticing all the banners, but thankfully you also noticed anton’s friends who were calling you over to sit with them. the competition was gonna be a long one.
more under the cut ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
the crowd was relatively quiet, but the moment anton stepped out? it’s like he was offering everyone a million dollars. girls screamed his name, standing up and jumping around in the bleachers as he walked out, giving you a small wave.
“they really love your boyfriend, huh?” shotaro chuckled, still astonished by the volume of the mob despite experiencing this multiple times before.
eunseok clicked his tongue at the sight of so many losing it over anton. “don’t they know he’s taken?” his head cocked to the side, eyes squinting. “gosh, they’re insane. look at those posters.” he pointed at a select few, reading them out. “...’lee anton, you’re mine’ oh, yeah no.”
“i can’t believe even the older students do it.” sohee furrowed his brows, as annoyed as you. “it’s so childish.”
shotaro saw how your smile slowly turned the other way around, quickly deciding to say something. “it’s okay, y/n. anton only has eyes for you.” he pat your shoulder, nodding his head.
the swimmers had hardly touched the water and the rally got louder, piercing through your eardrum. and that was just the start. as the tournament went on, the yells for anton just kept on increasing. girls’ squeaking voices rang in your ear, shrills loud enough to break the glass windows.
once anton had ultimately won most of his events, bringing home three golds and two silver medals, his fangirls snapped pictures of him, some even took pictures with him, posing like he was a celebrity.
you made your way down the stairs, ready to congratulate your boyfriend, when another student, one in his year, stopped you in your way, blocking you from anton.
“excuse me, i was here first.” she said in a stern voice, keeping her arm out, defending you as if she was a security guard for anton. “get in line.”
“i’m his girlfriend,” you said, keeping your voice calm, though on the inside you were burning with anger. you attempted to push through her shield of an arm, but she used all of her strength, shoving you back to where you were.
she rolled her eyes at your perseverance. “i don’t care if you’re his girlfriend. you don’t deserve to be, anyway. he should be with someone more mature, someone in his year, like me.”
unbeknownst to her, anton had been listening the whole time behind her.
“could you not block my girlfriend’s way?” he said, clearly annoyed. “i’m dating her and not you for a reason. i don’t care if you’re the same age as me, y/n’s the one for me.”
her face turned bright red, full of embarrassment. “s-sorry…” she managed to mutter before scurrying away.
anton eyed her as she ran away, glaring at her through the corner of his eyes. “hey, baby.” his medals clanked against one another as he walked toward you. “thanks for coming,” this time, he kissed you on the lips, holding your waist with a strong grip. “my lucky charm.” you could feel him smile as he kissed you, smugly showing you off in front of everyone who wishes they were in your position.
“ugh, tonie…” you whined as you pulled away from his face. “your hair’s literally dripping.” you exhaled, grossed out by how your hands were soaked in pool water now.
he drew you back into his arms, giggling as he shook his hair, flinging drops of water on you. “whatever.” he laughed at the way you complained about him drenching your uniform yet still hugged him back.
it was safe to say that you were the only one for him.
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