note: I'm literally so sorry (again 😭) it's been sooooooo long and all I can say is that friendship(/family) drama is way more heartbreaking and hard for me to write than romance drama... this chapter is NOT proofread so it may suck and I apologize for that too lol
The drive feels like it's days long. As soon as the car slows to a stop, your pent up energy flows through each charged step up to the house with the address Jeonghan sent you. Jihoon calmly follows once safely parked, but you can barely hear him behind you with the blood rushing past your ears.
What was Mingyu thinking, taking Orion all the way out here without giving you so much as a heads up? Why would he keep it from you at all? And what was with his cryptic words when you dropped Orion off with him? Mixed with this inexplicable behaviour, you have to assume he was planning to do this -- whatever this is -- from that point or even earlier.
You expect to catch him off guard, maybe yell at him, tell him off as soon as he opens the door you're rapping your fist against, but it's his mother who appears when the door opens.
Her face crumples up, tears brimming in her eyes. You freeze. She whimpers, almost, coos a sweet yet quivering, "Oh, my dear," and quickly pulls you into her motherly embrace. "You've been through so much."
Unable to respond, you simply let your hands drift up to return the hug, eyes searching over her shoulder into the house. Just beyond the entryway is a living room couch, on top of which sits Mingyu's younger sister, whom you haven't seen since she went to study abroad many years ago, and Orion, who beams when he sees you.
"Mama!" he calls out, and your heart deflates, finally feeling like it fits in your chest again after the roller coaster you felt on the way here. You can't help it; the tears come like a tidal wave, and you curl into the hug like it's your very own life raft. Orion notices your mood immediately. His smile drops, and he flips himself over to slide off the couch, then runs up to you at the highest speed his little legs can carry him. His tiny hand tugs at your pant leg as he pouts up at you. "Mama?"
The solace of Mingyu's mother's hug can't last forever when your son needs you, so you release yourself from her embrace and go to crouch down in front of Orion. "Hi, baby," you murmur, brushing his hair out of his eyes and forcing a smile. "Did you have fun today?"
Humming and nodding, Orion points at Minseo back on the couch. "Noona draws pretty!"
You glance up at her, and somehow despite the discontented look on her face, you know she isn't upset at you. Just...carefully deciding what to say. She shrugs at the question in your eyes. "'Auntie' felt weird," she explains, looking down at her fingers as she fiddles with her nails. Her next words come out in a murmur. "It's all so sudden."
She doesn't say more than that, and you certainly have no response. Minseo is young still, though not much younger than you were when Orion entered your life. At her age, it makes sense to not want to be called an aunt by your brother's friend's kid... but you can't help taking in the way she can't quite look at you, or the way her mom still has a gentle, soothing hand on your shoulder and the remnants of tears in her cheeks.
"Mingyu..." you hesitantly call out for him, knowing he has to be nearby.
And you do know him. You've known him for years. Mingyu slumps into view, leaning on a corner wall, but he too can't meet your eyes. He's never been the best at facing emotional stuff, but until now, you thought you were his exception.
When you first got to know your best friend, you were twelve and covered in cake flour.
It was day two of this fancy baking/cake decorating summer camp you won entry to in your sixth grade debate competition, and since your partner from the first day was out sick and apparently so was the partner of the lanky, dark-haired boy you didn't talk to at all on day one, you two were made temporary baking buddies. It took all of five minutes for you to realize how clumsy your new buddy was, all of ten to get you both a healthy poof of flour to the face because he turned the stand mixer up too high, and all of eleven to get you laughing so hard the teacher made you both leave the kitchen to get cleaned up.
He told you his name was Mingyu, and that you weren't like the other kids in the class. At the time, you didn't really understand what he meant, but that week of summer camp (which was thereinafter spent with Mingyu as your partner because he begged the teacher to make the swap) revealed to you that your random debate prize was worth more than you thought. Even though you didn't believe Mingyu at first when he said he was the heir to some multi-million dollar computer thingy, nor that the rest of the classmates were born with similarly shiny spoons in their mouths, you came around to the idea soon enough. He was right that your day-one partner was a little stiff, maybe talked a little funny like they might get punished for saying the wrong thing. And he was right that everyone came to class in pretty designer clothes, which you hadn't really noticed until he pointed out the old shirt you had on. (Your parents sent you in your Saturday Worst after day two since they knew you'd make a mess anyway.) But he was mostly right about the fact that the kitchen you all used as a classroom had eight KitchenAid™ stand mixers, and not a single drawer or cabinet filled with mismatched tupperware.
You became a little self conscious after realizing all the other kids could probably buy and sell you, but somehow, Mingyu made you feel okay. He was goofy and dumb at the same time as he was talented and smart, and even though you'd often end up with literal egg on your face, he actually made some really tasty food.
Twelve-year-old Kim Mingyu had a cellphone, a blackberry that you pretended didn't impress you when it totally did. But a cellphone wasn't much good for staying in touch when you didn't have one for him to call, so you traded emails instead. You asked where he was going for seventh year, and he replied with the name of some private school you'd never even heard of, but it was the same when he asked for yours. Mingyu barely knew about your neighbourhood's existence, much less the schools in the area.
You both laughed. Then, as his personal driver opened the backseat door to a car you thought might be bulletproof, he looked you right in the eyes and said, "I'll miss you. Email me lots, okay?"
When it finally got to you just how much he meant it, you were fifteen and eyeing up your high school like the huge building might rumble to life and crush you underfoot.
It was day one of another three years of studying for who-knows-why, and you wished you felt more confident than you did. It shouldn't have been scary. You tightened your hands around the straps of your backpack anyway. Students filed past you towards the front door like it was nothing, so you didn't notice him standing right next to you until he cleared his throat obnoxiously loud and said, "It doesn't look so bad."
His voice was different when it wasn't filtered through the corded phone at home, but you recognized it immediately anyway. "Mingyu?" you said in disbelief. He stood there with his hands casually resting in his slacks' pockets, a smile that was this close to a cocky smirk on his face. A backpack was slung over one of his shoulders. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He shrugged like it was nothing, like he hadn't appeared out of nowhere after not seeing each other in person for three years because he was too busy being rich or whatever, and started walking towards the school like it was just another day for him. "Same thing you're doing," he said. "I go here."
It turned out that the preppy, high-end high school you'd studied your butt off to get into was the bottom of the barrel for his family, and he'd had to plead with his grandfather that this was the best way for him to learn what it's like being an average nobody (you'd scoffed at that part) and would in turn make him make better decisions for a company whose userbase was, obviously, the average person. But none of that mattered really, because at fifteen, you knew exactly why Mingyu had gone down on his knees in front of the person he both respected and feared most in his life.
Teenage Mingyu might have been a little snobby and a huge brat, but for some reason, you could always see right through him to the boy who just wanted genuine connection, who wanted friends that would laugh when he dropped something instead of scrambling to pick it up for him, who wanted to be praised when he was actually proud of himself rather than when somebody wanted to get something out of him. Maybe it was because you could see right through him that he stopped bothering to hide anything from you at all.
You became friends with Soonyoung somewhere in the middle of high school. Nowhere near as close were you and him as you were with Mingyu, but you could see the way it created an odd glint in Mingyu's eyes when you would tell him a story about the day you'd shared with the goofy upperclassman. All it took was one insinuation from you to have Mingyu crumble and admit that he felt irrationally jealous, that he feared your new, seemingly amazing friendship with Soonyoung could result in him losing his precious You time.
After that was, thankfully, resolved, he also admitted that it was because of you he felt comfortable enough to say anything at all. He wasn't used to letting his emotions mean anything, he'd said. His grandfather had taught him that emotions were fickle and fleeting, and that they should not matter in the slightest. They would ruin a man in the end, if he let it.
Yet, you could always tell when was sad, or angry, or jealous, or scared anyway, so what was the harm in just speaking to you about it?
It was like that for a long time.
Around a year before Orion, though, you began seeing less and less of Mingyu. You'd attributed it to multiple factors at the time. The health of Mingyu's grandfather was steadily declining, and even though he was stubbornly clinging to the title of Chairman, half of the company was preparing Mingyu for his eventual campaign. You'd heard that it would be tough competition against a young rising star within the company, whom Mingyu had been toe-to-toe with for a few years at that point. Not only was Mingyu swamped, but you were hardly able to make time to hang out with anyone. This was mostly due to your over-eagerness when selecting classes, but you'd made your bed.
How were you supposed to know about any turmoil Mingyu was facing if you barely even saw each other?
Was that your mistake? Was that what changed both your lives?
In a house in the countryside, you look at Mingyu now, with his head lowered and bottom lip dangerously close to trembling.
Did you stop seeing Mingyu, stop seeing right through him for too long, to the point that you can't see anything anymore?
"Mingyu," you whisper. It's hardly as loud as a breath. He doesn't look up. "What did you do?"
he loves to read with you </3 like in his ideal world you both read before bed every night, and then catch each other up on the pages you’ve turned since the night before
taking baths together is one of his favorite ways to relax… he likes to let the warm water ease the tension in both of your bodies as you simply lie there in each other’s company
morning sex is almost always soft and slow. he doesn’t want to rush, even if it means being a couple of minutes late for work. he takes the time to worship your body in the mornings, kissing over the bruises he’d left the night before as he gently thrusts into you
you always find yourselves making out in the kitchen. something about that room of your house always draws you together. maybe it’s the wine you’re often drinking, or the slow music you have playing, but wonwoo always finds himself slotted between your legs as you sit on the kitchen counter and kiss him until he feels drunk
he always lets you pick the music in the car, even if he’s the one driving. he’s not very picky when it comes down to it, so he’s happy to listen to whatever you want to listen to. he also likes to hear you sing, even if you’re not classically trained or naturally talented. you could be tone deaf and he wouldn’t care at all because he loves the sound of your voice
wonwoo loves when you watch him play video games. he’s offered to teach you a bunch of times, and you’ve tried to learn, but you much rather watch your boyfriend. whenever he wins a round you get to celebrate together with a mini toast of whatever you’re drinking and then it’s back to the game. he doesn’t mind that you fall asleep a lot of the time, he knows he isn’t always the most engaging player, but he thinks it’s cute and whenever he notices you’ve drifted off he puts his headset and controllers away and brings you to bed, kissing you on the temple as he ticks you in and settles down next to you
What the Fuck is Up with Secretary Hong? Pt. 5 - Lying (Down) (In a Bed) (That I Made)
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Mingyu exhales as he looks at his phone, then lets his hand fall to his knee. Orion, at the bottom of the slide, turns to him with his arms in the air. “Again, Uncle Gyu! Again!”
Uncle Gyu.
It’s not the first time that name has made him feel things, not in the least, but lately, it’s like every utterance of uncle digs some hole in his chest deeper and deeper. His heart sinks in that hole, and he’s not sure where it’s going. Somewhere dangerous, surely, if Minseo’s assumptions are correct.
She’s rarely wrong when it comes to him. That’s why he barely talked about the scandal with her when it first broke out — both she and Mingyu’s mother are much too good at reading him.
So then why would he come here today, and with Orion in his arms, no less?
When he asked you if he could watch Orion today, he kept telling himself it wasn’t for any specific reason, and yet…
Here he is.
Orion scrambles up the playground, but this time, Mingyu sits with Orion between his extended legs. He slides down with the gleeful boy, and once they reach the bottom, he scoops him up into his arms. Orion giggles uncontrollably, which makes Mingyu unable to resist giving him one strong toss into the air.
“Again, Uncle Gyu! Again!”
Mingyu smiles, but he chances one look to the side and sees Minseo sitting at the picnic site. Her arms are crossed, and she looks both annoyed at the fact that he left her last message without a response, and confused at the drop of Mingyu’s expression.
“Is something wrong, dear?” his mother asks as he walks up to them both.
Too perceptive by far.
She goes to feed Orion half of a grape, and when Mingyu doesn’t answer her question, she looks up at him. “Mingyu?”
“Mom.” He swallows. Holds Orion a little tighter. “Minseo… I have to tell you something.”
=
You collapse to the gym floor, cringing at the thought of what else has touched it, but unable to do anything except lie there.
Appearing in your line of sight, Jihoon bends over you. “You okay there?”
Chan shows up too, his hair dripping with sweat — which narrowly misses you, thank god.
You let out the roughest groan of your life. “Neither of you told me beating you up for an hour would make me feel like I was beat up for eight.”
While Chan holds his hand out to help you up, Jihoon shows off another one of his stupid smirks. “You’re out of shape, MT.”
“I don’t need you to tell me that.” You pout with your eyes scrunched shut, refusing to pull yourself up. Chan uselessly drags your lifeless body across the gym floor. “Nooooo…” you whine, “...I’m gonna lie here for the rest of eternity. I’m gonna melt through the floorboards if I have to move another muscle.”
Jihoon snorts. “Dunno if Wonwoo’s into goo.”
“Is anyone into goo?” you retort with a grimace.
After dropping you next to the pile of everyone’s stuff, Chan shrugs. “There’s a kink for everything. I bet Wonwoo would still love goo you.”
“That settles it, then.” You starfish on the floor, then peek one eye open at him. “You really think so?”
“That there’s a kink for everything?”
“No— Chan— Wonwoo.”
Jihoon sits down on a random piece of equipment, hunched over his phone. He doesn’t look at you while he says, “If you’re doing that thing moms do where they feel less attractive after having kids, then you’re dumb.”
“Obviously that’d be stupid.” You pout and cross your arms, glaring Jihoon down even though his eyes are glued to his phone screen. “I didn’t actually give birth.”
“Not just that.” Jihoon meets your eyes, and your chest suddenly goes tight. His face holds so much regret that it steals your breath. “I can’t know what it must’ve felt like for you, but MT… I swear, Wonwoo didn’t let you go just like that. He… in his heart—” Jihoon grimaces. Seems he’s better at the gushy stuff when it’s set to music. “He didn’t want to believe any of it. But the evidence… and when I— fuck. Look. He loves you okay? I know he told you that already, but…”
Sitting up, you pull your knees close to your chest. “...But what?”
Jihoon exhales, looks away, then glances at Chan, who shares his grim expression now. Your brows furrow as your eyes flit between them both.
“But what, Jihoon?”
He meets your eyes again. “I feel like you’re afraid to believe it.”
“Afraid…?” You hug your legs even tighter. “I… Is…” A sigh escapes you as you deflate, and Chan crouches down next to you to put a hand on your shoulder. Your next inhale trembles. “Is that so wrong? I mean, what if— what if I believe it, and then…”
Jihoon bites the inside of his cheek, jaw stretching. He knows.
“I believed he’d trust me back then. Or, I guess, I had that hope. And— and—”
“You’re scared to hope now because it might hurt you even more if things go badly?” Chan offers, his thumb rubbing little comforting circles on your shoulder.
With a pronounced sniffle, you pout at him. “No need to nutshell it so succinctly.”
Chan just gives you a smile, and you can’t help returning it. Deciding you don’t want to wallow anymore, you rub your eyes and get to your feet. “Hey, Jihoon,” you say after clearing your throat. “Wanna meet the little boy you’ve been buying all those gifts for?”
Although surprised for a second, Jihoon breathes out on a smile of pure gratitude. “I’d love to.”
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As Jihoon pulls up in front of Mingyu’s house, Chan having left for home in his own car, your expression sours.
You know it’s only the afternoon, and there really shouldn’t be any lights on in the first place, but the entire house seems… empty. Even from the outside.
“So this is where Mr Geomsoft lives, huh?” Jihoon muses as he gets out of the driver’s seat and joins you on the lavish front walkway, unaware of the sinking feeling in your chest.
Please. Fuck, please no more surprises. Not again.
Trying to remain calm, (Because panicking might jinx things to be even worse, right? Right?) you push your finger on the touch sensor doorbell.
And nothing.
You try again, and again, and eight or nine more times before Jihoon stops you with his hand physically blocking yours.
“Call him,” he says, no nonsense, concern mixed with determination written into his features, and you oddly wish you had this guy on your side during every other freakout you’ve had so far.
Three missed calls in, and you switch to a different strategy.
“Hello?” Jeonghan answers after only one ring. “Is something going on?”
“That’s what I was hoping to ask you. Did something happen? Mingyu’s not home.”
“He’s in, ah… what was that town called again…”
You blink. “He’s out of town?”
“Yes, visiting his mother and sister for the weekend.” Jeonghan seems to sense your shock, wherever he is. “Why? What is it?”
Completely lost, you meet Jihoon’s concerned gaze once again. He has his arms crossed, listening to everything, and his jaw clenches. Without a word, he gently leads you back to his car, and after he deposits you next to the passenger’s side door, he takes your phone.
“Jeonghan, right? I need you to tell me exactly where Mingyu is. Now.”
📸 pairing: grad student bf!minghao x fem!gf!reader
📸 genre: mild mild angst, fluff, suggestive
📸 summary: your boyfriend learns no one knows he's dating you and feels guilty about it.
📸 a/n: AHHHHHH I've made my return with this sh*te story i wrote almost two months ago. I had a dream about this and it could've honestly been more smutty but as I've shared before, I'm starting to stray away from writing super detailed smut so ig you can just use your imagination LOL! I hope u enjoy! my minghao fics tend to not get lots of love but for my minghao luvrs out there, I hope u enjoy! fun fact: minghao was the first member to catch my eye like truly truly when i first got into svt so he is very special to me.
thank u to @/cafekitsune for the dividers!!
Minghao straightens the baseball cap on his head, watching Joshua and Mingyu laugh at their dear friend Soonyoung. This house party started two hours ago, and Soonyoung is deep in the realms of drunkenness. He’s falling prey to Jun’s horrible magic tricks, eyes wide and shiny, mouth agape, clearly confused about how Jun made a card appear behind his ear.
“Hey Hao,” a voice flutters in his ear, interrupting the scene in front of him. Minghao turns around and sees Insong, one of the girls from his friend group. She’s very pretty with long legs and smooth, silky hair that she always wears down. He hasn’t known her for very long, since she and her girlfriends only joined the master’s program he’s in this year.
Lately, the two of them have been conversing more as she seeks his expertise in the classes he took the year before. He finds that she’s been texting him constantly, asking for his opinions on a fabric she’s choosing for her latest projects.
Minghao isn’t a moron and he’s certainly not blind. He knows Insong is into him, but since she hasn’t explicitly made any moves on him, he’s not doing anything about it. He keeps his answers short, refraining from answering her when he’s in bed right next to you.
His girlfriend of three years.
There is no one on planet Earth whom Minghao loves more than you. You’re his shining star, and he’s merely a planet, orbiting around you. His perfect match, his missing piece. The day he met you, he knew you were the one. There was something about the way you held yourself, bold and beautiful, that he knew he needed to be with you.
Turns out the universe agreed. You both had so much in common- your desire to experiment in fashion, adding chains, mixed metals, furs, diamonds to what was once a simple piece. Your confidence entranced him; how you walked to class in unique outfits, with different hair colors, styles, and cuts.
It took just one date for you to feel the same way.
Now he has endless access to you. Your lips, your body, your mind, but most importantly, your heart.
Insong places a hand on his shoulder, shooting Minghao a dimpled smile. Eyes peering down at her, he notes the half-empty glass in her other hand.
“Hao, I don’t know how to say this, so I figured I should just tell you. I’m,” she pauses to look into his eyes. “I’m interested in you. Like, interested interested. You’re so hard to read, but I can’t wait any longer. I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date?” She bats her eyelashes, moving closer so that their chests are an inch apart. One more step and they’d be chest to chest.
Minghao places his hand on top of Insong’s and softly lifts it away. “Insong, I’m very flattered. But, I’m not single.”
Insong’s eyes are as wide as saucers as she opens and closes her mouth, clearly in shock.
“Oh, oh my gosh. Oh, I’m so sorry, Minghao. I just- I thought you were single. I, I just assumed you were single because you never show any girlfriend on Instagram. I should’ve never assumed, I should’ve asked the others,” Insong is blabbering now, and Minghao interrupts her with a soft hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, it’s fine. Don’t worry about this. I promise this won’t change anything about our friendship,” he softly smiles, looking directly into her eyes.
Insong flushes, still clearly embarrassed about her incorrect assumption. “Really?” she asks meekly. “Yeah, you’re fine. Here I’ll grab you another drink.” Minghao reaches behind him to hand her a cold can of beer.
Insong meekly runs away after thanking him for the drink, not without throwing out a few more apologies.
Now alone, Minghao frowns. Did he really never post you on his Instagram? Minghao wasn’t one to share so much of his personal life on there, but if he could share selfies or mirror pics of himself, surely he had to have shared a pic of you. Right?
His Instagram profile boasts one photo, a picture of himself at an art museum in graffiti-covered jeans that you gave him on his 24th birthday. He goes through the archive of his stories and finds it full of pictures of himself that you took, or pictures of his friends, or concerts, or parties. Not one clear, direct photo of you. His heart is pounding in his chest. There is no proof you exist in his life. The three years of love you’ve given him aren’t displayed on the platform that represents who he is to the people from all around his life.
Desperate, Minghao approaches Joshua. “You know I have a girlfriend, right?” Confusion flashes across Joshua’s face.
“What? No, you don’t.” Minghao’s face must be full of horror because Joshua pauses to think back to Minghao’s romantic history.
“Oh, wait. Are you still with Y/N? I never knew if you guys were actually together?”
“We’ve been together for three years now,” Minghao says flatly. Joshua’s eyes widen. He drags Mingyu into the conversation. All Minghao hears is white noise as Mingyu also confesses he had no idea Minghao had been with you all this time.
He’s spiraling.
There was the time you went to one of these stupid parties with him, yet you spent the whole night apart with different friend groups. He never kisses you in public, always hating public displays of affection. He prefers to show you just how much he loves you in private, sensually pressing his lips against yours, making love to you over and over.
There is no doubt that he shows you just how much he loves you. But he doesn’t show the world.
Setting his drink down on the closest table, Minghao quickly waves his friends off, itching to get back home to be with you.
“You’re back early,” you say with a big stretch, clearly surprised that your boyfriend is back from a party before midnight.
“Hey,” he greets you softly, immediately making a beeline towards your curled-up figure on the couch. You’re in a tiny black tank top, making it easier for him to touch every surface of your warm skin. After three years together, there is nothing your boyfriend can hide from you.
“What’s wrong, babe?” you ask, playing with the two silver hoops on his left ear.
“You remember Insong?”
“Yeah, the new grad student, right?”
“Well, she asked me out, but I told her I wasn’t single. And she said she didn’t know because I’ve never posted you on my Instagram,” he says, finally looking into your eyes to gauge your thoughts.
“So you think I’m upset that you don’t post me on your Instagram?” Minghao nods, tightening his hold on your arms.
You break into a beautiful smile.
“My love, I don’t care about that. I love you, and you love me. Who cares?”
“But I do!” Minghao suddenly exclaims. “I care that no one knows I’ve been with you for three years, and there’s no proof. We go on so many dates and we take so many pictures, yet I never post any of them. I don’t share how much I love you. It feels like I’m hiding you or embarrassed by you, which I’m not. I feel like I’ve fucked up,” he says slumping back into the couch.
Minghao grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest.
“I love you, infinitely. I’m sorry I don’t say it louder,” he whispers in your ear. To seal the deal, he holds your chin between his thumb and index finger, staring deep into your eyes, lips ghosting yours. “I love you,” he says, sinking his tongue into your mouth. “I’m sorry.” Lips brush against your jaw, a big, strong hand wraps around the base of your throat.
Arms encircle your waist, a cheek is pressed against your shoulder, a face buried in your neck.
“You’re it for me,” he says softly, voice muffled.
You run your fingers through his long hair. Minghao loves experimenting with different hair colors. You’ve been with him when his hair was bleached blond in the fall, silver in the winter, caramel brown in the spring, red in the summer. Five more hair colors since then, and it’s now in its natural state. You’ve loved Minghao throughout all his hair phases, but you’ll always remember the Minghao you fell in love with three winters ago, when it was pitch black, just like how it is now.
“Babe, you’re it for me too,” you reply back with a big, beautiful smile.
Minghao is looking at you with lidded eyes, and when he shrugs your tank top sleeve down your shoulder, he’s determined to show you just how much he loves you.
*xuminghao_o just posted a story
Eyebrow raised, you click on the story.
It’s the mirror picture you took earlier today. Minghao’s chest was pressed against your back with his arms wrapped around your stomach. A kiss pressed to your cheek and a huge smile on your face. Much like the smile you were sporting right now.
You’ve never been one to care what your boyfriend does or doesn’t post on his Instagram. But this picture on his story is evidence of your relationship. Evidence that he loves you enough to share you with everyone who follows him.
hii! i LOVED your girl dad vernon post it was so cutee <3 could you do the same for girl dad jun? sorry if requests are closed, ofc feel free to just ignore this!! tysm either way :D
HIIII thank you so much! i hope it’s not too late to post this!! 💘
synopsis | a snowstorm has hit your city, the surprising cold front making it hard for anyone to go anywhere. good thing you and wonwoo are already busy with… other things.
♯ pairing(s) | jeon wonwoo x gn!reader
♯ genre(s), wc | suggestive (MDNI) & fluff, 1.1k
♯ warnings | making out, cursing, wonu calls gn!reader pretty, handsy!wonu, lil bit of sub!reader, lil hair pulling, some grinding, lip biting, pet names (baby)
jay's musings | m.. making out w wonu during a snowstorm mfqwkdjfjf,,, ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) … (ty @wheeboo for beta reading <3)
Outside is the picture perfect shot of a winter wonderland. Snow blankets the streets of the city, your high-rise apartment giving a breath-taking view of the twinkling lights as people begin to wind down from the day’s escapades.
A snowstorm had taken your area hostage in the middle of the day, and shivering figures could be seen frigidly walking along the sidewalks in a hurry to get home, clearly eager to get out of the cold and uninviting environment.
Inside your cozy space, however, is an entirely different atmosphere.
The only light on is the Himalayan salt lamp sitting on a shelf some ways away, its warm orange lighting draping the room in a rich honey glow. Music drifts in from your bluetooth speaker atop the kitchen island; a NIKI song, no doubt queued by Wonwoo from your shared playlist. There’s a buzz in the air, thick and heavy, like a weighted blanket.
It started out innocent enough, cuddling on the couch and absentmindedly watching the snow outside fall. In moments like these, there was no need for words between you and Wonwoo; you both were simply content with the comfortable silence, finding the presence of the other enough of a joy in life. Sometimes, though, the two of you would mumble quiet reassurances to each other, words of affection passed between the two of you like cherished high school notes, your lips idly finding their way to the other’s.
As the flurries turned into a curtain of white flakes, you and Wonwoo were in the middle of a particularly… heated kiss, with you breaking it to breathlessly (and teasingly) ask if he’d like some tea. His eyes, half-lidded and dark behind his fogged-up glasses, followed you out of the living room area. Your taunting gaze didn’t miss the tent in his grey sweatpants.
When you came back from turning on the stovetop, a shit-eating grin on your face, you were greeted with silence. Biting your lip to hide your smile at his obvious irritation, you open your mouth—only for Wonwoo to drag you into his lap, taking his glasses off and fumbling to place them on the side table, before kissing you fiercely.
That was all some time ago. You aren’t too sure how long it's been since then, but a part of you doesn’t really care anymore, too preoccupied with other matters. Such as the man whose lap you’re sitting in.
Your thighs straddle Wonwoo’s, him having gone back to kissing you lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. You suppose he did, given that his early morning schedule tomorrow was cancelled. Your thoughts drifted to profusely thanking the inclement weather for this pop-up opportunity to get lost in him, lips slowing against his. He seems to notice your attention leaving him, the grip of his fingers on your chin tightening, and any coherent thoughts immediately leave your mind as he softly bites your bottom lip.
You whine, cheeks flaming at his touch. “Wonu…”
“Hm?” is his only reply, hands sliding down to rest underneath your hoodie, teasing the waistband of your sweatpants.
A soft, hushed moan falls off of your lips. Your eyes flutter close and you hide your face in his neck, the rumbling of his laugh only making the fire in your lower stomach burn hotter. Wonwoo’s hand, warm and calloused, cups your cheek and brings your mouth back to his.
Kissing Jeon Wonwoo was as easy as breathing. If you could have this as a full-time job, you would take it, no hesitation, and become the richest person in the world. His lips are soft and plump against yours, tasting sweetly of the peach-flavored lip balm you keep in your nightstand. Every time one of you pulled back in the slightest, the other’s lips chased after, shiny and bitten and longing for more.
His other hand is still running along the waistline of your pants, sometimes dipping underneath to snap the hem of your underwear against your skin. You yelp, but he only smiles against your lips, squeezing the fat of your hip gently.
“Relax, baby,” Wonwoo murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”
And you let him, your fingers desperately scrambling to find purchase in the hairs at the base of his neck as he gains control. His hand on your cheek disappears again, grabbing onto your hips as he helps you grind into him. The man’s head tilts back a bit, a groan spilling from his lips from the friction, and you trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of his neck.
“C’mere,” he whispers, pulling you closer until you’re somehow flushed even more against him.
Even through the layers of clothing, you feel the warmth of his skin, your fingers further tangling themselves in strands of his hair. His breath is hot against your skin, pressing a sweet kiss to the apple of your cheek. You melt into him with a sigh leaving you. He knows exactly what buttons of yours to push. You adore him for it. Mind quickly turning into mush, he plants another kiss to your other cheek, a saccharine promise, before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth yet again and biting. Hard.
“Wonwoo!” your voice, high and needy, seems to invigorate him; he moans, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “Wonu, please…”
“Sounds so pretty, saying my name,” he sighs, tone low and gravelly. “Keep going, baby. Feels so good.”
He’s everywhere. All at once. His hands are traveling up and down your sides, fingers making your skin tingle and burn with the brightest fires. Your brain is foggy, unable to think of anything other than the feel of his tongue swiping against yours and his hips bucking up right where you need him, hard and heavy in just the right way. Something in your stomach starts to burn, coiling with a pressure you know all too well, your telling whimpers being muffled again and again by his lips. One particular and delicious drag of his hips against yours awards him with a beautifully choked sob. If he keeps going, just like that—
The wail of the kettle startles away the fog in your brain.
You pull away, panting, lips swollen and hair disheveled. The blue throw that’s been teetering on the edge of the couch finally falls to the floor in a heap from the sudden movement. Your eyes are wide with alarm, but Jeon Wonwoo just stares at you as if you’ve gone and hung up every star in the damn sky.
The birth of your son three years ago was what caused your breakup with Wonwoo, your longtime (and at that point, long distance) partner. Now, you're getting concerned that Orion is starting to look a lot like his dad, but that's not your only problem. Wonwoo is back… and he's living across the hall.
You wonder if it’s because you’ve had so much going on, so many layers of thought piling on top of each other until they’re compressed like ash, that you just pushed what Mingyu had said a few days ago to the back of your mind.
Or maybe you just didn’t want to think Mingyu would doubt anything about your son. His son. His son that is your son but not your and his son.
Oh, god.
No. You will not make Mingyu’s doubts your own, and you won’t project your doubts onto how you perceive Mingyu. That’s not fair.
“Thanks again for this,” you say on Saturday morning as you hold your son out for Mingyu to take. It’s not that you mean to avoid his eyes, but for some reason, you can’t seem to stop yourself.
“No problem.” Mingyu pulls a gleeful Orion up into his arms. “Don’t worry about a thing. He’s safe with me.”
Despite your inner turmoil, you have no doubts that Mingyu will do at least that— keep Orion safe. You pat Orion’s back “I know.”
Mingyu rocks back on the balls of his feet. “So…” he says, and now, he’s the one avoiding your eyes. “Going on a date?”
“Oh. Actually, no. I’m meeting up with Jihoon.”
“Jihoon?” Mingyu’s eyes widen as his head snaps up. “Not the same Jihoon who completely cut you out of Wonwoo’s life three years ago.”
You shrug. “He’s trying to make up for it.”
“You’re too forgiving, Sunshine.”
About to defend Jihoon or at least yourself, you stop when Mingyu adjusts his grip on Orion and mutters, “But I guess I should be thankful for that.”
“Mingyu…”
“Have a good time with Jihoon.” Voice back to normal, Mingyu puts one hand on his front door and starts to close it. “If you can forgive him, maybe there’s hope yet.”
You frown. “What do you—”
The door shuts.
“—mean. Okay.”
=
After Jeonghan’s personal driver returns you to your apartment, you wait for Jihoon in the lobby until the nicest yet normal-looking black car you’ve ever seen pulls up out front. He doesn’t say much when you get in, and he really only looks at you when he asks what you want from the drive-thru cafe. You sip your drink in silence for the drive, but when he pulls into the parking lot of a park you suggested, you finally speak up.
“If this is your idea of talking, Jihoon, it’s a bit… underwhelming.”
Grimacing, Jihoon shifts the car into park and runs his hand over his face. “I…” He groans. “It was a lot easier to think about what I should say than it is to say it.”
“Well.” You tap an awkward finger on your leg. “What were you thinking about saying?”
He meets your eyes. “Sorry. About a million times.”
With a snort, you smile and bring your drink up to your lips. “That’s a start.”
“And… something about how I don’t want to make excuses.”
“That would be nice,” you say, nodding.
He continues, “But, also, explain why I was so… so stupid and presumptuous and aggressive and— and—”
“Protective?” you finish for him.
He groans again. “Is it protective if there was nothing to protect him from?”
“You didn’t know that.”
“Stop.”
Pausing, you let your hand with your drink in it rest on your lap. “Stop…what?”
“It’s like you’re defending me for me— to me,” he explains, frustrated but not upset. His eyes focus on something past the front windshield. “You’re always doing that. Rationalizing why people do the things they do, even when it’s stuff that hurts you.”
Suddenly defensive, you shrug your shoulders upward and keep them there, looking out your window. “Everyone has their reasons, don’t they?”
He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and when you turn back around, your eyes meet his. “Just because I had my reasons doesn’t mean what I did wasn’t stupid, and messed up, and—”
“Jaded,” you finish for him.
He exhales and nods. “That too, but it’s not as important as those other things. I was an idiot first and foremost.”
“Jihoon…” You sigh, shifting a bit in the car seat to face him better. “I — Mingyu and Jeonghan and I — practically did everything we could to convince the entire world that I was pregnant and had a kid. It’s not your fault the news reached you before I could.”
“You’re doing it again,” he says, and you sheepishly distract yourself with your drink. When he softly calls your name, you look up at him again. “Maybe it’s not my fault I fell for that crazy plan, but making sure Wonwoo fell for it too? That’s completely on me.”
You tilt your head. “I guess I can’t argue with that.”
Scoffing lightly, Jihoon puts one hand on the steering wheel and taps his thumb against it. “And you shouldn’t. If you keep arguing on my behalf, I can’t get started on my apology.”
You think about all the anonymous gifts he’s already sent to your apartment. “You haven’t started yet?”
“Hardly,” he says, a shy smile back on his face. You haven’t seen him genuinely smile in years, if you don’t count how he smiled for his fans back at the concert. Which you suppose you do. He shifts the car back into drive, and you fumble to put your seat belt back on. “I have three years of forcing you to be a single parent to make up for.”
“Okay, it’s not your fault I stayed single—”
He shuts you up with a look.
You take another sip of your drink. “Where are we going?”
“The gym.”
Your mouth drops open. “Your idea of an apology is to make me work out?”
Turning out of the parking lot, Jihoon glances at you after making his shoulder check. “I’ve started kickboxing recently. I figured, maybe it would be nice for you to hit something; or someone.”
The corners of your lips lift up. Somehow, against all odds, you missed this guy and his roundabout ways. “You?”
He shrugs, not meeting your eyes, but a wry smile appears on his lips as well. “If that’s what you’re into.”
“Jihoon…” You shake your head and laugh in disbelief. “You might not be as horrible at this apology thing as I thought.”
cheol bf brainrot that no one asked for bc smth a friend sent me sparked a thought tonight so thank k👑 for this one.
I am so sane and normal about this, yup.
seungcheol insists on carrying everything for you. From your purse to your amazon order and even the groceries. Why would you need to handle silly tasks like struggling up to your apartment with bog boxes when he's there to do the heavy lifting for you?
On top of being his passenger princess one of the things you took a while to come to a compromise with in your relationship was being taken care of. Letting him do things for you without feeling like you're taking advantage. He insists he does these things for you because he likes to, that it makes him feel better to know you're eating good meals and that he likes when you take over the aux from the passenger seat or talk him through your day while he drives home after work with you on speaker phone.
At first it made you uncomfortable being so pampered all the time. You quickly came to learn the seungcheol's love language is acts of service. Doing these things for you like ordering you dinner when he can't be there to take you out, or picking you up after a night out with your friends when you lose track of time and miss the last bus. So when you eventually start taking joint trips to the grocery store, it's no surprise that you don't get to lift a single finger.
Pushing the cart? He's got it. Reaching the things on shelves too high for you? He's already asking how many you need. Getting your dairy products from the cold freezer section? You stand watch over the cart and stay warm while he picks out the exact brands and flavours he knows are your favourites. And, of course, he insists on carrying the bags back out to the car. You can take a couple of the lightest ones but only because you sulked about it. He insists that he needs you to have one hand free for the keys so you can pop the trunk for him but you both know that's just an excuse to save your pride.
He pouted when you even brought up the possibility of helping so here you are, watching him load the bags while you wonder what good deed you did in your past life to have earned a partner so full of care and genuine love for everyone in his life. It's also just a little bit unfair how handsome he looks in track pants, a plain t-shirt, oversized hoodie and baseball cap perched backwards on his head. He pauses to lift it when he finishes, running a hand through the dark mop of hair that just seems to keep getting longer every time you blink.
"Hey, honey?"
He comes over to see what you need. "Yes jagi?"
The crease in his brows only serves to endear you further. You don't answer right away, too distracted by your fond musings, and it deepens. He taps your cheek gently. You snap out of your thoughts. He looks concerned.
"Everything okay baby?"
You nod. One hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over one half of the set of dimples that just make you want to eat him. He leans into your touch, smiling softly, but doesn't take his eyes from yours.
"You sure?"
You smile. "Yeah. I'm good."
Instead of explaining you just lean up, pressing a kiss to the cheek not currently nuzzling against your palm. He kisses your hand.
"Thank you Cheollie."
"For what?"
"For always being such a gentleman."
He blinks. You know it's just second nature to him. He doesn't think twice about the way he does these things. That doesn't make them any less meaningful or appreciated.
You take advantage of his confusion to plant a kiss on him. He just stares at you when you pull back. Your hand slides down to rest on his chest and that seems to snap him back into action. He pulls you in, one hand on your waist, and blinks at you.
"Baby?"
"Yes Cheol?"
"Do that again." You quirk a brow at him. "Please."
His smile when you pull away, much more slowly and reluctantly this time, is worth it. He isn't even looking when he tugs you a few steps back with him, out of the way of the small car pulling out of the parking spot beside you. When you blink up at him he's still grinning. He holds out a hand for the keys, not letting you go as he gets the passenger door and helps you in.
"Let's go home."
"Mhm."
The smile on his face didn't falter the whole way home. Neither did the hand on your thigh, fingers laced with yours even as he pulled into the parking garage under your building.
Needless to say, you now reward him with kisses all the time. It's the one response to spoiling you that he can't complain about.
SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo shows you love in it's simplistic forms - through the five love languages.
PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader
GENRE. fluff, comfort, established relationship
WARNINGS. kissing alot of kissing, mild cursing, brief wonu shirtless shower moment, they shower together, some suggestive innuendos, reader wears a dress + jewelry, some creepo harasses reader, last scene is suggestive + contains allusions to sex, i'm rlly just torturing all the wonwoorideuls out there (me included)
WORD COUNT. 8.1k
notes: what are all of u guys love language(s) ?!?! mine is quality time and words <3. i also truly believe wonu is peak quality time, acts of services, and words ughhhdsfjkhdd. tbh all sections of these feature pretty much all the love languages lol its hard to emphasize just one specifically
i. in the moments where my hands speak what my heart can't say
A snowflake lands on your tongue.
You pull your coat tighter around yourself, shivering slightly as you walk your way back from a meet up with some friends. Wonwoo had texted you earlier, asking if you needed anything before he would come over to your place for the first time, and you had told him that he didn't have to come because really... your place wasn't exactly the tidiness right now.
Nothing but the colour white blankets the ground, snow crunching under your shoes with each step. Your gaze drifts up as snowflakes drift lazily down to the earth. The city feels almost otherworldly like this𑁋so quiet and still, as if time has slowed to let the snow settle into its new home.
You watch the delicate flakes as they hover down, dissolving into the endless sea of white. Despite the chill slithering up your bones, there's a sense of calm that washes over you.
You're so caught up in the scene that you don't hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Then you feel something drape over your shoulders. A scarf.
Startled, you glance down, your hands instinctively reaching up to touch the fluffy fabric. You blink and turn around to find Wonwoo standing there, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his breath forming visible puffs in the air.
"Wonwoo? I..." You catch the way the strands of his hair is littered with speckles of white. "I thought you weren't coming."
Wonwoo just shrugs nonchalantly. "I changed my mind. Couldn't let you walk home alone in this weather."
Your heart warms at his words, and you feel the corners of your lips tug upward in an easy smile.
"Thank you," You murmur, adjusting the scarf snugly around your neck. It smells faintly of him. "But you really didn't have to𑁋"
"Shh," he interrupts, taking your gloved hand in his and stuffing your intertwined fingers inside the pocket of his coat. I'm glad that I came. You deserve to feel safe. "Of course I did."
Wonwoo offers you a reassuring squeeze of your hand in his pocket. The biting chill of the air is no match for the comfort of his presence, and with each step that you take together, you feel more at ease. The snow crunches harmoniously beneath your feet as the two of you walk upon the journey towards your apartment building.
The glow from the lamps on your building reflect warmly off the blanket of snow. The two of you have only been dating just over a month, and each step feels lighter with him beside you. Conversation flows through the cold air easily, wrapping around you like the scarf he gave you.
Then you pause and turn towards him. "Are you sure you want to come in? I mean, my place is kind of a mess right now."
What's a little mess compared to being with you? "It's okay. I don't mind," he reassures, though his voice comes out a bit shy𑁋not from any unsureness, but just from knowing he's about step foot into your world. There's no way he's backing away from this now.
Uncertainty crosses over your features, but the warmth in his eyes hugs your hesitation about inviting him in. He follows right behind you, and as you step into your place, a sense of relief washes over you. You kick off your shoes and gesture for him to make himself comfortable on the couch.
"Make yourself at home," You tell him, ignoring the slight embarrassment nipping at your cheek from the slightly disheveled state of your living room. There's books and papers scattered on the coffee table, a couple of coats draped lousily over the back of a chair as if you were indecisive about which one to wear, a pile of empty packages in the corner that you haven't had the time to dispose of yet, and a crookedly placed small painting on the wall.
Home. I like that word. Wonwoo settles himself on top of the couch and leans back on the cushion, taking in the cozy, albeit chaotic, atmosphere of your place. This is you𑁋perfectly imperfect.
You disappear into the kitchen, and he can hear the faint sounds of you moving about. "Hot chocolate or tea?"
Wonwoo doesn't answer right away, instead shedding off his coat before letting his feet trail over to where you were in the kitchen. He peeks around the corner, catching a glimpse of you as you rummage through cabinets, and he can't help but smile.
You look so determined. I like that about you.
"I believe that hot chocolate is calling our names right now," Wonwoo inputs cheesily, sliding his way over to where you are, already fishing through your cupboards to find some mugs.
You look up, surprised but amused. "Pardon me, sir, but I believe that this is my place."
"Well, you were taking too long," he shoots back playfully, a light laugh escaping his lips. I want to do this for you.
After scrouging through a few cupboards, he grabs two mismatched ceramic mugs and sets them on the counter. Next to him, you're already heating up the saucepan, but Wonwoo seems to have already beaten you in grabbing the milk jug from the fridge.
As Wonwoo adjusts the flame of the stove to a calmer setting, you add in the cocoa powder and some sugar. Then you reach inside a drawer for a whisk and start stirring the mixture, the rich aroma of chocolate filling the air. Wonwoo watches you, leaning casually against the counter, a content smile on his face, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him.
He comes up to you from behind, placing a gentle hand on your waist as he leans in closer, his breath fanning against your skin and causing you freeze up for a moment.
"Hello," he mutters, voice soft to your ear, lips awfully close to your neck. I want to be part of this moment, too. "Need any help?"
Even if you do answer no, he's already reaching his other arm around you anyway. His fingers brush against yours, cupping over your hand that's whisking away as he begins to help you stir. His body is pressed up behind yours, and it's making everything ridiculously hard to concentrate on.
"Wonwoo, I really can handle this," You protest lightly, though the way he leans into you sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"I know," he replies, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. But I want to be close to you like this.
The mixture starts to bubble slightly, and you can't help but glance back at him, your cheeks flushing under his warm gaze. "I appreciate it, but𑁋"
I think I can get used to doing these things for you. "It's no problem," is all he says. "I just like being here with you."
The chocolate begins to froth, sending a rich, inviting aroma right to your nostrils and throughout the kitchen. Wonwoo leans closer, his chin resting on your shoulder as he continues to whisk the mixture. This is nice. Just being here with you, doing something simple...
Once the hot chocolate is done, Wonwoo helps you pour it into the mugs, the steam curling up into the air like little wisps of happiness. The heat of the mug seeps into your palms, and you can't help but notice how natural this feels𑁋how effortlessly he fits into your world.
Suddenly, your face brightens, and you step away for a second to retrieve a bag of marshmallows from the pantry, holding the bag up triumphantly with a grin.
Wonwoo nearly melts into the floor just from that.
"Want some?" he asks after dropping a few marshmallows in his own mug. You should take it easy, too. Enjoy the little things, right?
You nod eagerly, watching as he plops some marshmallows in your mug. Just a tiny bit more than how much he put in his. Then he grabs both of your mugs, bringing you to follow him into your living room. Although it was still a little messy, the nerves in your system have definitely lessened𑁋it doesn't stop Wonwoo from noticing that slight glint of anxiety to your eyes.
Look at you, all worried about your place, and here I am, falling for you a little more every second.
He watches endearingly as you quietly blow on the hot chocolate to cool it down, and he copies your actions. Then he takes a careful sip, the sweet, comforting drink warming him from the inside out. He glances at you, watching as you sip your own drink. When you features beam up at him, he can't help but smile back.
Your smile is quite dangerous.
The dim light from the lamp casts a cozy glow around the room, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. Both of you find yourselves enjoying your drinks, settling into easy conversations about nonsense, all while the snow continues to fall outside.
As the laughter fades and the mugs empty out, Wonwoo leans back against the couch, stealing glances at you, and he can't help but feel his heart swell. You are so full of life, and he wishes he could bottle this moment forever, like a pressed flower preserved within the pages of a book.
What did I do to deserve you?
"What are you thinking about?"
Your voice jolts him out of his thoughts as you set your empty mug down on the coffee table, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Wonwoo clears his throat.
"Honestly?" he starts, leaning in a little. There's a bit of shyness in the way he purses his lip together, yet a hint of boldness as his eyes flickers momentarily to your mouth. "I'm thinking about how I'm just three seconds away from kissing you."
Can I show you what my heart wants to say?
In your chest, you heart leaps, flips, and swells with anticipation that it almost aches. Heat floods your cheeks and every crevice of your body as he holds your nervous expression.
"Is that okay?" His voice is barely above a whisper, like he's sharing a secret just for you to hear.
All you can do is nod.
"Yeah," You answer sheepishly at first. "It's more than okay."
The smile that breaks across his face is like a sunrise you could watch every morning. And it isn't long before his lips tentatively brush against yours.
This, he thinks, smiling against your lips, is home.
ii. even the silence is like a love song
Sometimes you think that your boyfriend spends more time at your place than his own.
Not that you're complaining at all. You've already entrusted a spare key to your apartment with him, and he's also told you the code to his own place too. However, sometimes on days that you plan on visiting him, he's already texting you that he's on his way to your place. You'll find him there, either casually perched on your couch, or in your kitchen brewing a fresh pot of coffee as if he's lived there for years instead of just a few months.
It's become a small, ordinary routine, but it's quickly grown into one of your favourite things about being with him𑁋how naturally he's slipped into your boring, mundane life, as if he's always belonged.
Just like now, when you arrive to find him folding some laundry in your living room. It's a mixture of your clothes and his, all mingled together as if they've always been part of the same household. Wonwoo is sitting on the floor, focused on neatly folding a hoodie you recognise as one of yours, placing them neatly next to a stack of button-ups that belonged to him, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. The sight makes you pause in the doorway, a mellow smile tugging at your lips.
"Hey," You call out, dropping your keys onto the table by the door.
Wonwoo lifts his head up and catches sight of you.
"Hello." He stands up, already meeting you halfway. "You're home."
His words makes the corners of your lips lift even higher. Home.
"I didn't know how I hired a housekeeper," You remark as you toss your bag on the couch, before letting yourself fall into his own open arms. He wraps them around you without hesitation, pulling you close in a loving embrace. You can feel his chuckle rumble through his chest as he holds you.
"Housekeeper, huh?" he murmurs playfully against your hair. "Is that what I am to you now? I thought I was your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend first, however..." You cast your eyes past his shoulder at the folded pile of laundry on the table. "The housekeeper part needs some work, because I think you put one of your hoodies in my pile."
Wonwoo pulls back slightly, following your gaze to the pile of neatly folded clothes. His lips twitch in a small, amused smile as he spots the hoodie in question𑁋a faded grey one with this cute stitched cat print that you've probably borrowed more times than you can count.
"Hmm, you can keep it anyway," he says casually, turning back to you and leaning in towards you. "I think it looks better on you than me anyway."
Before you can respond, he's brushing his lips against yours slowly and sweetly, and you find yourself chuckling into the kiss as Wonwoo deepens it just a little, his hands resting right at your hips. When he finally pulls back, a boyish grin spreads across his face, and you can't help but mirror it.
Wonwoo presses a kiss to your nose. "What do you want to do tonight?"
You hum thoughtfully. You didn't have anything exactly planned for tonight, and the day seemed to be taking its toll on you.
"Not sure, I'm a bit tired, to be honest..." You let out a small yawn, an apologetic look to your face. "We can just do nothing, if that's fine with you."
Wonwoo's features only soften. "That's perfectly fine with me."
With that, the rest of the evening is established with the two of you slowly settling into a familiar routine. You both finish folding the rest of the clothes, then you find yourself taking a small catnap on the couch while Wonwoo quietly plays some games on his phone right next to you, keeping the volume low so it doesn't disturb you.
When you wake up, you notice that he isn't right next to you anymore; instead, you hear the sounds of the shower being used. Wonwoo must have decided to wash up while you were napping, and the thought brings a wave of bliss as you groggily stretch your limbs.
When you get yourself to stand up, you rub at your eyes before approaching the bathroom door and knocking on the door softly.
"Babe?" You call out.
The water turns off, sounds of shuffling behind the door. "Yeah?"
"Nothing," You respond, voice muffled. "Just wanted to check on you."
It doesn't take long for the door to be creaked open, with Wonwoo's figure emerging from behind it, water droplets glistening on his skin and his dripping hair tousled in that effortlessly charming way you adore. He's wrapped in a towel, looking every bit like he just stepped out of a magazine.
"Did you need something?" he asks while putting on his glasses that were slightly fogged up, and your eyes can't help but flicker over him for a second.
You swallow a lump in your throat, feeling your heart race faster at his presence in front of you and the way the steam curls in the air around him. The towel around his waist clings to his skin, and you swiftly shoot your eyes up to the ceiling and then down to the floor, shaking your head to clear your thoughts.
"No, I-I'm good," You manage to say. "Just wanted to check in on you."
"Yeah?" He tilts his head playfully. "Bummer. Thought you wanted to join me."
Some sort of choked sound leaves you, and you roll your eyes to hide the heat rising to your cheeks.
"In your dreams, mister," You quip back, but it still doesn't make you any less flustered.
There's a teasing glint in his eyes for a fraction of a second, before it simply melts into something softer.
"I wouldn't mind if you wanted to join," he tells you casually, leaning against the door frame, a subtle smirk playing to his lips. "I think you deserve to unwind with a little bit of pampering."
You bite your bottom lip, torn between how temping his offer sounds and the voice in your head reminding you of the boundaries you've carefully maintained... until now, as it seems. Still, the warmth radiating from him and the sincerity in his eyes makes it hard to resist.
So, you let your shoulders deflate.
"Is there a spare towel in there?" You ask him, prodding the door open a little more with a finger.
Wonwoo's face just brightens, and before you know it, he's reaching for your hand and pulling you inside the bathroom, lips meeting yours as soon as the door clicks shut behind you.
Later that night, the two of you order some takeout from a nearby Chinese restaurant. It isn't long for time to drift by as the cozy atmosphere of your apartment settles over both of you. Even the silence that plagues the room is comfortable, tainted with the hum of the television and the occasional clinking of chopsticks as you both revel within the simple joys the night offers𑁋each other.
You regret mentioning how it's getting close to midnight, because now you find yourself watching with a frown as Wonwoo begins to pack his belongings and laundry into a bag.
"Are you sure you... don't want to stay the night?" You question timidly, arms crossed together as you lean against the counter, watching his moments carefully with a frown.
Wonwoo pauses, his hand hovering over his backpack as he glances back at you. "I mean, I could... I have a big meeting in the morning though, and I don't want to impose."
A pang of disappointment hits you at his words.
"I... I love having you here, you know," You say cautiously. "You're practically living here half the time, anyway."
His lips quirk up in that familiar way, a mixture of amusement and affection that never fails to make your heart flutter, before it's quick to dissipate.
"I don't want to be a distraction when you need to get some rest," he replies. "You deserve to have your own space, and I know how important alone time is for you."
"I love having you in my space," You interject, stepping closer to him, desperation creeping into your voice. "and I love sharing my space with you."
Wonwoo lets out a sigh. "Love, I don't want you to feel bur𑁋"
"We can live together."
The bombshell that tumbles out of your mouth takes both of you by surprise, and the room goes quiet for a moment. You can see Wonwoo's eyes widen slightly, and his hand pauses mid-motion as he processes what you just said.
"Are you being serious?" he asks, and you expected for his words to come out in utter shock, perhaps even disbelief and disdain.
Instead, there's a note of wonder in his voice, like he's barely believing everything that you just said.
"I know it's a big step, but I..." You take in a deep breath, glancing down at your fidgeting hands. "I mean, we spend so much time together already, and it feels like... like we could really make it work. I just𑁋I want you to be around more. When I wake up, I want you to be the first person I see, and when I come home from work, I want you there waiting for me."
Silence hangs in the air, and you hold your breath. The seconds that float by feel like an entire millennium has passed, your heart bracing itself for the potential inevitable.
Wonwoo's hand tightens around the bag in his hand. "You really mean all that, don't you?"
"I do," You affirm, mustering all the confidence you can. "I want this. I want you. I want us."
Wonwoo lets out a long awaited, bated breath, his gaze softening as he looks at you. Slowly, he sets his bag down, and in a few strides, he's right in front of you.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear you say that."
You blink, feeling a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. "Really?"
"Really," he confirms, a bright smile spreading across his face. There's no reluctance or hesitation you hear in his voice, see on his features, or find in the way he's holding your gaze. "I've been thinking about it too, to be honest."
You feel the breath you've been holding finally release, and a laugh escapes you, shaky but full of relief and happiness.
"Let me just say this in advance," You start, lips teasing up in a faint smirk. "I'm sorry for the mess I might bring. I promise to clean it up."
Wonwoo only rolls his eyes and steps closer towards you, cradling your face gently with his hand, caressing over the skin of your cheek oh so tenderly.
"When do we start?" he asks, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"Whenever we want," You reply lowly, lacing your fingers with his. "Whenever we're ready."
Wonwoo pulls you close again to connect his mouth with yours once again. "I think I've been ready from the moment you gave me that spare key, sweetheart."
iii. your heart is in a safe space between my words
There was something particular that always caught your eyes whenever you would casually pass by Wonwoo's desk.
A stack of sticky notes, and a ballpoint pen.
As miniscule as they are, there's something about the way the stack grows smaller over time and the way the pen seems to be slowly losing its ink that makes your heart flutter.
It started off with a simple note you found one day in your lunchbox at work: You're doing great, my love. Have a good day at work!
At first, you didn't think much of it. After all, it was just a little note from Wonwoo, but as you read over the words a hundred times, warmth was quick to sprout within you like a flower seeking the sunlight. And somehow on that same day, not a single cloud had drifted over the sky like the weather had previously forecasted.
From there, that little note was the start of a tradition between you and Wonwoo. Every day, he would leave a sticky note for you somewhere you wouldn't expect it𑁋your bag, your lunch, the mirror of the bathroom, on the screen of your laptop, or even on the cute kitten plushie that hung in your car.
And every day, you found yourself looking forward to these small treasures, your heart racing in anticipation each morning. What would Wonwoo write today?
Today, however, the stack of sticky notes had emptied out.
You don't mind it too much, though; in fact, it still fills your heart nonetheless, knowing that he had shared each note with you so thoughtfully. After all, just thinking about him is enough to get you through the entirety of the day.
Unfortunately, the day goes particularly sluggish. A bunch of workload had been dumped on you, and you nearly get into an argument with your team manager over some stupid revisions to a project that you didn't agree with. Heavy frustration had settled on your chest during the slow hours that pass, yet somehow, you manage to get through the day with gritted teeth.
When the work day finally ends, you find yourself hurrying on the way home just before traffic could reach its peak rush. As you finally pull into the parking space outside your apartment, a wave of relief washes over you. You step out of the car and make your way to the front door, the familiar scent of home swirling around you like the smell of fresh dinner.
As you enter the apartment, you relish in the familiar scent of home with a deep inhale, and you can already feel the stress of the day beginning to melt away.
"Wonwoo?" You call out as you slip your shoes off and place them next to Wonwoo's on the floor.
Silence is all that greets you. Making your way through the small hall way, you peek into the living room. It's quiet, the weak glow from the lamp casts long shadows across the furniture, and it doesn't take you long to spot your boyfriend sitting on the couch.
There's a book in his hands, earphones in place, and he seems completely engrossed in whatever he's reading. You can't help but smile at the sight𑁋his brow furrowed in concentration and the corners of his lips twitching up slightly, the subtle flick of his fingers turning each page as if he's savouring each word.
You approach him quietly, and after turning one more page, he glances up and notices your presence. He pulls one earbud out and sets the book down, already scooting a bit on the couch so that you can sit down.
"Hello, beautiful," he coos lightly, eyes lighting up as he takes you in.
"Hi," You breathe out tiredly. Instead of sitting next to him on the couch, you decide on letting your body fall on top of him, making him let out a tiny oof. "'m tired."
Wonwoo chuckles softly, his arms instinctively wrapping around you as you snuggle into his embrace. "Long day?"
"Very long," You mumble into his neck. "and missed you."
"Missed you too," Wonwoo whispers back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You let out a content sigh as the warmth radiating from his body seeps into you, and you feel grateful for the safe haven he provides after a day that felt like it would never end. It feels like home.
"Tell me about your day," he prods carefully, his fingers tenderly carding through your strands of hair.
You pull away a bit to meet his gaze. "Well, it started off okay, but it just... snowballed. A lot of meetings, and my manager was being difficult again. I almost lost it over a few stupid revisions."
Wonwoo's expression turns serious, a slight frown tugging at his lips as he processes your words. "I’m sorry, love. That sounds really frustrating."
"It's okay. I'm home now," You say as you slide your body in the spot right next to him on the couch. "Just felt like I was drowning all day."
"Then let me help you float," Wonwoo offers. His thumb begins to stroke your arm soothingly, and you can feel the tension in your muscles slowly releasing under his touch. "I'm proud of you for getting through today. It's not easy, but you always find a way to push through. And remember, it's okay to have days like this. It doesn’t define you. You are so capable, and I'm always here to remind you of that, okay?"
You blink at him, feeling the corners of your eyes prick with heat. "Wonwoo..."
"I'm serious, my love," he insists earnestly. "Sometimes I think you forget how incredible you truly are."
You can't help but let a small smile break across your face, but you shake your head slightly. "You give me so much more credit than I deserve."
"That's where you're wrong," he replies soothingly, his voice steady as he continues to meet your gaze. "You deserve every bit of credit, and I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it too."
His words fill the space between you, wrapping around your body𑁋your heart𑁋like a soft blanket on a cold day.
You let out a shaky breath and lean in closer, pressing your forehead to his. "Thank you. You always know what to say."
"That's my job, precious," Wonwoo murmurs, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Glad to see I'm doing it well."
"You want compensation for that?" You quirk up a teasing brow.
Wonwoo just simply smiles, before cupping your face in his hand and landing a firm kiss right at your lips, and it's filled with the reassurance you've desperately craved for the entire day.
When you pull away, your cheeks are flushed, and you can't help but grin at him, feeling lighter than before. You press your body against his once again, settling into the comfortable embrace as he wraps his arms around you tighter.
"By the way," You say, voice muffled against his shoulder. "I noticed the sticky notes were gone today."
Wonwoo shifts slightly, his fingers still tangled in your hair, and you can feel him smile against your shoulder. "Ah, yeah... I thought I had more, but I guess I didn't. I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. I just..." You purse your lips together, tracing lazy patterns on top of his hand. "I just really look forward to them. They brighten my day, you know?"
Wonwoo tilts his head adorably, studying you for a moment. "You really like them that much?"
"I do!" You admit, smiling against his shoulder. "They make me feel really special."
Wonwoo hums thoughtfully. "I'll make a trip to the store tomorrow then."
"If you do, buy another stack, please."
You pause, feeling a bit embarrassed by how eagerly you're clinging to the idea of these little notes. But before you can add anything, Wonwoo pulls back just enough to look at you, a playful glint in his eyes.
You giggle when you meet his gaze. "Not for you though, for me. I want to start writing you notes too."
Wonwoo's eyebrows raise in surprise, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "I'll be looking forward to it then."
And in the morning, perhaps you'll leave the first note.
iv. it's not what i place in your hands, but what i place in your life
The blinding lights of your vanity shine down on you as you unclip a silver bracelet from around your wrist, placing it gently on the surface of the dresser, the charms clinging together as they settle. It's a bracelet he had gifted you a while back𑁋you had worn it every day since.
Fatigue slowly starts to plague your body as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You had treated Wonwoo to a date today, and these days, it's rare for you to plan one because he's always the one taking up all those opportunities. It's a tad bit unfair sometimes, but once you got the chance the flip the script, you took it right away.
The door to the bedroom creaks open, and you glance up to see Wonwoo coming inside, still wearing the outfit he had worn for the date. As he catches your eye, a smile lights up his face.
"Hello," he greets, coming up to you from behind, the light shining on his form as he rests his hand on both of your shoulders as you continue to shed off the jewelry you were wearing, giving you a few squeezes.
"Hey," You greet him back, feeling your shoulders relax from his touch.
"Thank you for tonight," he adds fondly. "I had a really great time."
The sincerity in his voice tugs at your heartstrings, a doting smile on your face displayed in the mirror.
"I'm glad," You reply, turning slightly to catch a glimpse of his expression. "Thought you deserved at least a little pampering from me. You always plan things for us."
Wonwoo's eyes sparkle with appreciation, and he takes a step closer, lightly massaging your shoulders with his thumbs. "That only makes me want to step up my game even more, honey."
A pout crosses your face at that, crossing your arms playfully. "No competition here. I just wanted to treat you for once."
"Fair enough," he declares, letting his hands fall back to his side, watching closely as you start to fall into the rhythm of your nighttime routine.
He catches a glimpse of all your jewelry scattered across your vanity, and it warms his heart to see a mixture of some stuff he's personally bought for you, and some pieces that you've picked out on your own over the years.
Wonwoo brings his own hand up to undo his watch and sets it down beside your bracelet, the two pieces contrasting yet complementing each other beautifully. He knows that you aren't biggest person on gifts, yet he loves that you still cherish every little thing he gives you. That's enough for him.
"Think I should invest in getting you a jewelry box for all these," he jokes, trying to lighten the moment as he admires the collection.
You say something in response that he's hardly able to catch, a pitter-patter of hesitation clouding above his head. Unnoticeably, he shoves a hand into the pocket of his pants, fingers fidgeting against something in there. The nerves twist in his stomach, and he takes a moment to compose himself.
"...I just don't get how some people can easily organise all their stuff. I can hardly keep my own desk clean at work!"
Wonwoo nods, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as his mind races.
"...but I think a jewelry box could work. There's one that I saw at this store I passed by𑁋"
"Sweetheart."
You cut yourself off from your rambling, concern knitting your brows at how suddenly serious he looks. "Yeah?"
He hesitates, glancing at the watch he just set down. "I want to give you something."
There's nervousness in his expression that you see, and you turn your body to fully face him, waiting for him to continue.
Wonwoo opens his mouth as if to declare something, before shutting it quickly. Then he simply takes something out of his pocket, and you watch as he opens up his hand, underneath revealing a delicate-looking necklace resting on his palm, the pendant gleaming under the light.
"A necklace?" You ask him curiously.
"My mom's necklace," he clarifies quietly. "She wore it all the time when I was growing up. It's been passed down in our family, and I thought... I thought maybe you'd want to have it."
Your eyes widen as you lean closer to the shimmering piece, taking in its intricate design. "It's beautiful." You reach out to lightly touch the pendant, before looking back up at him. "Are you really sure?"
He nods slowly. "My mom always said it brought her strength and comfort, and I only hope it could do the same for you."
A lump forms in your throat as you process his words, but the steadiness he attempts to hold in his face reassures you.
"I'll cherish and protect it with my life," You promise him. "Thank you for trusting me with something so important to you.”
Wonwoo just smiles𑁋there's something bittersweet about it𑁋his shoulders relaxing as he watches you admire the necklace. "Can I help you put it on?"
You nod, turning your back to him, meeting eyes with your nervous reflection back in the mirror. He carefully clasps the necklace around your neck, his fingers brushing just the slightest over your skin. You feel the cold pendant settle gently against your collarbone, catching the light in a way that feels almost magical.
"There," he whispers, stepping back slightly to admire how the necklace complements your figure. "It looks perfect on you."
You reach up to touch the pendant, the meaning it carries heavier than the weight itself. You meet his eyes through the mirror, taking in his eyes that holds both certainty and vulnerability, and that small, proud smile he wears, as if he's laying his heart completely bare for you.
And you'll treat it with all the care it deserves𑁋gently, without reservation.
v. your skin is the map where my love finds its way home
"I'm taken, sorry."
Usually, that kind of statement would drive someone away right off the bat, but the man that's looming in front of you𑁋with breath that reeked of alcohol and a smug, ugly-toothed grin plastered on his face𑁋only inches even closer, and you can feel the discomfort coil tighter in your stomach.
"What kind of boytoy leaves a pretty thing like you sitting here all alone then?" the man sneers, holding you in place with his lecherous, glassy gaze. "Come on, darling. We could have a little fun somewhere else."
"My husband is in the bathroom and we're on our honeymoon," You rebuke sharply. "and I don't think he would appreciate you being here."
The man eyes you up and down, huffing out a low laugh that sends a shiver of unease down your spine.
"I don't see a ring on that finger of yours, sweetheart," he taunts, leaning in closer. You can feel the heat radiating off him, and it makes your skin crawl.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to create some distance between you and the man. For all the wrong reasons, the man is right about how your ring isn't on your finger, and you can feel the panic increasing in your system. You knew you were wearing it for the entirety of the day, yet as you feel around your finger.
You remember taking it to wash your hands in the restroom, but you could've sworn you slipped it back on before leaving.
Where the hell did it go? "I𑁋" You stammer anxiously. "I must have dropped it."
This only fuels the man's smugness. "See? No ring means no commitment. What's stopping us from having a little fun, huh?"
You can hear your heart pulsing up to your ears in panic while desperately scanning the confined area for any sign of your lost ring, but it's hard to think clearly when he's so close to you.
Just as the anxiety was about to overwhelm you, a voice cuts through the haze of discomfort.
"What's going on here?"
You peer up to see Wonwoo approaching, the sleeves of his button-up rolled up to his elbows and a frown creasing his brow. The sight of him instantly eases some of your tension, but the man in front of you doesn't back down. Instead, he sneers, his demeanour shifting as he sizes up Wonwoo, who doesn't even look the slightest bit intimidated by the drunken man.
"Who do you think you are?" the man slurs.
"I'm their husband," Wonwoo replies flatly, his voice calm but edged with an unmistakable steeliness. He steps in closer to you, wrapping a protective arm around your waist and pulling you more towards him. "And I suggest you back the hell off."
"You think you can just scare me off?" the man growls, trying to regain his composure. "I was just having a little fun. No need to get all riled up."
"Then go take your drunken ass somewhere else to have fun," Wonwoo snaps back harshly, voice lowering to a threatening tone that sends a clear message.
"What's it to you? They're just a pretty face," he spits and snickers, belittling you as if you were nothing more than an object.
"I don't care what you think, jackass," Wonwoo retorts, his grip around your waist tightening; even then you feel the way he's tracing soothingly over your hip. "Walk away before I call security on you for harassing my partner."
The man fixes you and Wonwoo with a callous glare, scoffing dismissively under his breath before turning on his heel and stumbling away toward the bar of the restaurant. The breath you've been holding in finally escapes out of you in a shaky sigh, relief flooding your system.
Wonwoo's hand remains firm on your waist, the other coming to interlock with yours comfortingly.
"Are you okay?" he asks, gaze softening as he returns all his attention back to you.
You give a nod. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. Thank you, I thought he wouldn't go away but he kept pestering me and wouldn't leave, and then I saw that my ring wasn't on my finger and I..." You quickly cut your words off, taking another deep breath. "I'm sorry, I thought I put it on when I left the restroom earlier, but𑁋"
With a small smile, he reaches into the pocket of his button-up, and there it is: your ring, the diamond on it sparkling under the glow of the restaurant lights. Your heart swells at the sight, relief flooding your chest.
"I found it at the bar when I was coming back. The bartender turned it in," he explains, while carefully slipping the ring back up at your finger. You can't help but smile affectionately as he adjusts it, feeling the cool metal settle back into place.
"Thank you," You tell him. "I was starting to freak out."
"Don't worry," Wonwoo reassures you, letting his thumb brush over the ring on your finger, before bringing your hand up to plant a kiss on your knuckle. "I won't let anything happen to you, okay?"
You take a moment to collect yourself. As the weight of the situation lifts, you feel a warmth spread through you, not just from the relief but also from the way Wonwoo is looking at you𑁋soft, protective, and so utterly devoted.
"Come on, let's go get some gelato and then head back to the hotel." Wonwoo helps you up from the seat, his hand never leaving your waist as he guides you through the bustling restaurant and back outside.
As you walk together, he never lets go of your hand, instinctively squeezing gently every now and then and drawing lazy shapes on your palm as you wait for your gelato. You catch glimpses of other couples around you, their hands linked in similar gestures, but none feel quite like this.
Wonwoo wasn't much of a public display of affection kind of person, but in these moments, he feels different. And you weren't complaining at all𑁋you love when he's not afraid to remind the world of his affection for you.
After treating yourself with gelato (well, Wonwoo had paid for yours, even when you protested no), both of you make your way back to the hotel. The moment the cool air of the room hits your face, a wave of exhaustion courses through you as you place yourself at the edge of the bed.
"Wow, that was a day," You mutter, leaning over to begin removing your shoes, yet Wonwoo is quick to kneel down before you, gently encouraging your hands away. He helps slip them off your feet with a careful, tender touch. His fingers graze against your skin as he sets your shoes aside.
"There," he says with a small smile, looking up at you. "Better?"
You nod, feeling the tension in your muscles begin to ease. "Much better, thank you."
You watch with half-lidded eyes as he stands back up to sit himself down on the bed right behind you, the mattress dipping with his weight. The warmth from his body presses against your back, his hands coming up to caress up and down your arm.
His breath hits the skin of your nape, and that alone was enough to send goosebumps surging through you. He's awfully close to you now, close enough that his lips are just barely ghosting your skin.
He trails his fingers from your shoulder down to your wrist, and you can't help but shiver when he leans in, his lips landing a featherlight kiss to the top of your shoulder, then slowly, they trail up to the curve of your neck, planting brief, lingering kisses that make you melt in his hold.
"Won..." You whisper, your voice nearly lost in the quiet of the room.
Wonwoo only hums in response, his lips landing to the sensitive spot right below your ear, and you feel a slight shiver ripple through you, your breath hitching as he pauses there, savouring the closeness.
"You have no idea..." he rasps lowly against your ear. "...how much I love knowing you're mine."
Your breath hitches at that, his words etching like a scar in your mind as his hands come to toy playfully with the strap of the dress you wore, before leisurely bringing it down your shoulder.
You don't even have to look at him to see the subtle smirk to his face, his mouth trailing its way down from your nape and to the delicate curve of your shoulder, where he presses another tender kiss, this time lingering just a bit longer, eliciting a hushed sigh from you.
After a few moments, you shift your body around so that you're facing him, and the heat of his gaze sends your heart racing. Swiftly, he pulls you closer, basically placing you on top of him as your legs straddle his waist.
A nervous giggle tumbles out of you. "Hi."
Wonwoo's face melts into a soft smile. "Hello."
You aren't sure who leans in first, but suddenly your lips are brushing against his. His hands find their way to your waist, fingers pressing gently into your sides as he deepens the kiss.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he breathes against your lips, hands roaming from your waist to the small of your back and pressing you flush against him, erasing any remaining space between you.
After a few more kisses, you pull away slightly, locking a firm gaze with the man right beneath your touch.
"So," You start, an impish look to your face. "You're my husband now."
Wonwoo's lips curve into a smirk, and he raises an eyebrow, leaning back slightly as he holds your gaze. "That seems to be the case."
A light laugh escapes you as you lean in closer, feeling the delicate fabric of his shirt beneath your fingertips. Your eyes drop momentarily to the buttons of his shirt, and without thinking, your fingers instinctively begin to unbutton the first few, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest beneath.
His breath hitches at your touch. "Love..."
"You don't have to hold back, you know," You whisper between kisses, a playful tone to your voice along with a twinge of softness.
Wonwoo sucks in a deep breath at that, reaching up to push some strands of hair behind your ear. All he could do right now is simply stare at you, admire you, knowing damn well he’ll fly to the skies and catch a star if you asked for one.
"I know," he mumbles quietly. "Just want you to be comfortable."
"I am comfortable," You assure him calmly, your fingers still playing with the buttons of his shirt. Each small tug reveals a bit more of him, and you marvel at how his skin glows under the dim light.
For a moment, he studies your expression for any hesitation, before slowly dragging the other strap of your dress down your arm, exposing more of your skin to him to worship, to map out with the tender graze of his fingertips, almost as if he’s tracing constellations on your skin. The chill of the hotel rooms sends goosebumps dancing down your body, but his warmth quickly envelops you as he leans down, peppering loving kisses along your collarbone.
"You're beautiful," he mutters, letting his hands glide over your skin, tiny sparks emitting from his fingertips. His words drip of adoration. "Can I?"
You take note of the way his mouth twitches up into a satisfied grin when he looks back up at you. Even with all the longing he's showing you right now in the way he's holding you, touching you, there's still that undeniable softness that hasn't seemed to lose its spark since he's laid eyes on you all those years ago.
"You can," You answer simply. "You can have me."
Your words send a shudder through him, his heart pounding against his ribcage at the invitation.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" A breathless laugh escapes his lips as he captures your chin gently with his hand.
This only brings a smirk to your face.
"Then let me be your heaven."
That's all it takes. Wonwoo knows that he's playing with fire, but getting burned by you is a risk he's more than willing to fuel.
― the moment in which the seventeen members find out their significant other hid their injury from them
s.coups
first of all - the chance of cheol not knowing you got hurt is this big 🤏🏻 mans somehow knows everything when it comes to you, even if he’s overseas he. still. knows. he would be… i don’t want to say disappointed in you not telling him, because you’re still your own person and he cannot tell you what to do, but… he just cares about you so much, truly. the thought of you hurt or in pain without him knowing is heartbreaking to cheol. he’s a caretaker through and through, especially for his significant other - there’s nothing seungcheol wouldn’t do for them. at the same time, though, he feels so proud to have a partner that is so strong.
jeonghan
the second he finds out you got hurt or injured jeonghan becomes quite passive aggressive. he’s not necessarily angry with you, it’s just that… what wouldn’t you tell him? he’s your boyfriend, he’s supposed to be next to you and care for you when you need it. you do the same for him, so why would you push him away? hannie understands that sometimes you just need your space, and everyone is different when it comes to being sick and in pain, but he’d still be a bit hurt by you not telling him. at the end of the day, he’d try to talk to you, though, and explain why it was so important to him to know.
joshua
it’s not that he’s angry, more like disappointed (all that disappointment, though, doesn’t come from pettiness or anger, but care and love). he gets that people react differently to getting injured, but still - he’s your boyfriend, and a boyfriend that cares a lot at that. shua always respects all of your decisions, no matter what, but when you get hurt and don’t tell him… you might not see it as important enough, but to him, your well-being and comfort is all that matters. he can’t imagine how you must’ve felt going through all of that alone, and yes, he gets that that was what you wanted, but still.
jun
tries his best not to show how it affects him, when he finds out about your injury, but fails miserably. jun is a bit disappointed that you didn’t tell him first things first, because he’d be more than happy to take care of you (and he’d have the perfect opportunity to be extra clingy). would be unusually pouty and whiny after, waddling after you at any given moment and asking you “why? why didn’t you tell him?”. was it because you didn’t trust him and his caretaker abilities, did you think it wasn’t big enough of a deal to tell him about, or maybe you saw your injury as a burden? he needs to know or else he won’t be able to fall asleep.
hoshi
you don’t want to keep something as serious as an injury from soonyoung, because the second he finds out you got hurt AND didn’t think about telling him, he gives you the silent treatment + becomes so hard to deal with. he can be petty when he’s in a good mood, so imagine how he’d be behaving after finding out. hoshi gets so frustrated because why wouldn’t you tell him? it’s a whole ass injury, not a scratch, there’s nothing that could excuse you from not telling him. he’s aware he’s not the best with taking care of injuries, but that doesn’t matter he wouldn't do his absolute best. just… tell him next time.
wonwoo
he can feel his eye twitch when he finds out about your injury. it gets even worse when you tell him it wasn’t that big of a deal and he shouldn't worry. immediate game over for jeon wonwoo. you might think he wouldn’t get as annoyed by it as other members who are more outwardly affectionate… WRONG + he doesn’t consider himself the overprotective type, ALSO WRONG. wonwoo is a man who lives for you and your comfort even if he doesn’t see that himself, so the fact that you didn’t bother to tell him about something as big as an literal injury??? JAIL!!! will cross his arms and stump his feet to make a point.
woozi
he understands that for you it might be a small thing, your injury, that you don't see it as something important enough to tell him about, but… it’d still kind of hurt jihoon if you didn’t tell him? like, on one hand he’s so enchanted by you because you're so independent and strong and willing to go through your pain alone, but on second he’s your boyfriend. he might not be the most obvious with how he shows his love and physical touch and outward words of affirmation, but he still cares. a lot. he wants to take care of you, he wants to keep you warm and as comfy as he can, so please don’t brush off matters like that.
dk
at first he’s very confused when he finds out that you got injured, because that can’t be true, right? you’d immediately tell him if you got hurt, 100%. but when seokmin realises that your injury was not a cruel joke he nearly cries. why, why on earth wouldn’t you tell him? and it crushes him so much - you, in pain, without him by your side to hold your hand through it all. he’s quite a mess afterwards, trying to gather his emotions. because he has to get through to you and try to explain how much it hurt him that you didn’t tell him. even if you refuse his help, he just needs to know, that’s all.
mingyu
there’s a hit of annoyance in gyu when he finds out that you got hurt and didn’t tell him. like… you’re well aware of how big of a caretaker mingyu is, and how important acts of service are for him, and yet you decide to hide the injury from him. why? he understands that a part of you might think of yourself as a burden, but he has told you numerous times how happy it makes him when you ask him for help, even with the smallest things. but you’re still pushing him away? it’s just - it’s so gut wrenching when he finds out that you had to suffer on your own and he didn’t know.
the8
huh, so you don’t believe in his healing abilities? hao becomes extremely petty, because no one’s better at being a certified nurse than him (not even a real nurse), and with you not telling him he feels like you don’t trust him enough to take care of you properly. he genuinely likes to take care of his loved ones, he doesn’t mind being the housewife, and he definitely doesn't think you’re a burden because of your injury, so why would you hide it? after he finds out he sits you down and has a talk with you - hao tries to explain his point of view and how it made him feel when you didn’t tell him, and why you shouldn’t hide things like that from him.
seungkwan
gets so so so petty, oh my god. huh, so you, his girlfriend, didn’t tell him, your boyfriend, you got hurt? you just didn’t? yeah, not on boo seungkwan’s watch. why on earth wouldn’t you call him first things first? he’s your literal boyfriend, it’s his duty and privilege to take care of you, keep you warm and loved, no matter what. and he doesn’t want to hear that “but i don’t want to be a burden” shit, because you. are. not. and you could never be one. so you’re trying to tell him you were hurt and alone while he was living his best life? he’d make sure to talk to you and make you swear you’d tell him next time a situation like that would occur.
vernon
on one hand he understands that you might not see the injury as something big enough to tell him, like - he has gotten hurt in the past and didn’t tell you either, but… it’d be nice if you did. vernon is not sure why he’s bothered by you not telling him, usually he’s very okay with most of your decisions, but a part of him is scared that the reason you hid the injury is because of you thinking he won’t care. yes, he might not be the best at taking care of people and prefers being the one taken care of, but you’re his partner and vernon will do anything he can to take the best care of you.
dino
his heart drops when he finds out you got injured and didn’t tell him. chan thrives on helping and taking care of his loved ones, he doesn’t care if he has to pull another all nighter just to make someone else happy - he does it with great joy. so when his partner, the apple of his eye, hides their injury from him? it hurts. it hurts deeply. there’s a part of him that feels betrayed, and he cannot help but think if you don’t trust him enough to care for you when you’re in need. chan knows that those thoughts and his reaction are a bit dramatic, but it’s the caretaker in him that just cannot live it down.
𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff, established relationship, down bad wonwoo (he’s a certified simp)
𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader
𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k
⦗💌 ⦘ though it didn’t bother wonwoo that his girl wasn’t a gamer like him, he was over the moon when one day she proudly declared she started gaming. one thing he forgot to ask - what kind of games she was playing.
𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys if i play dress to impress does it mean im finally a gamer?
wonwoo was having a stroke.
months ago, when you first started going out, he of course had to mention his love for gaming and computers, no matter how lame it made him - he figured if it bothered you then you simply weren’t fit for him. but, thankfully, you didn’t find it unappealing whatsoever, you even asked him questions about games and whatnot, sounding genuinely interested.
and he wouldn’t lie - it’d be cool if you were a gamer as well, but…
“no, it’s not for me,” you said when he asked if you played. “i don’t really get the hype, and to be honest i just suck really bad.”
…but wonwoo understood that you didn’t have to share his every passion, besides - you had your hobbies, he had his, and that was perfectly fine. he was more than happy to indulge in activities that you enjoyed and getting to know you even better through them.
during the course of your relationship you still didn’t show any interest in his games. well, maybe except for when you wanted cuddles, then you suddenly took a great interest in what was happening on his computer, but wonwoo didn’t mind. it was cute how you tried to keep up with the game though you had no idea what it was about, especially when you were sleepy.
sometimes, though, you felt bad that you didn’t share his passion, that you didn’t know about all of the new updates, and gaming terms, or what the different keys on the keyboard were responsible for, but wonwoo was always quick to shut down those silly thoughts of yours. “i don’t mind, honey,” he always said and kissed your cheek. “i really don’t”.
so it was safe to say that he had never expected to hear, "i'm a gamer now, baby. i play games," with a proud smile on your lips.
wonwoo’s day had been long and hard, his muscles were aching from the hours spent on dancing and moving around the stage, and his head was begging for a moment of silence from all the yelling and yapping of his members.
but that, that just woke him up like no amount of coffees or red bulls could.
“huh?” he managed to say in utter confusion.
he didn’t like how you were smiling. there was something sinister about it.
“there’s this game everyone is playing now. i saw some videos on tik tok,” you had to stifle a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s expression upon the mention of the app he considered cursed, “and it looked fun. so… i’ve been playing it ever since you left for work.”
well, maybe you did find it on tik tok, but a game was still a game, so wonwoo figured he should count that as a win.
“let me show you,” you declared and took his hand with an excited grin, before he could say anything else, let alone ask you what kind of game you were talking about.
you quickly pulled him into his bedroom, totally dismissing mingyu’s “hello”, and made him sit on his gaming chair.
“i know you don’t like it when people touch your computer-,”.
“you can use it, honey, i don’t mind,” he cut you off and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. as ecstatic as wonwoo was about your breakthrough in gaming, he could wait to go to bed and finally get his well deserved cuddles from you.
“okay okay,” you said and unintendedly ran your fingers through his hair. “so here it is,” you pointed at the screen behind him.
wonwoo had no idea what game could have finally caught your attention. even the adorable characters from animal crossing weren’t cute enough for you to spend more than five minutes on the game, but what he saw on his computer...
"what, uh," he gulped. "what is that?"
“dress to impress!”
well, it certainly did not impress wonwoo.
“it’s like a dressing up game,” you added, when your boyfriend didn’t say anything. “here.”
you rolled him a bit away from the desk so you could take your designated place on his lap, and disconnected the headphones from the computer, which made everything so much worse. the music that was playing in the background had to be one of the worst sounds he had ever heard.
“look,” you pointed at the timer at the top of the screen. “the game is starting.”
he could feel how you were buzzing with excitement, clapping your hands in tiny, waiting for the time to run out.
“okay, see? here’s the theme,” wonwoo nodded sceptically, but nonetheless tightened his grip on your waist.
album cover.
then the screen changed to what looked like a large walk-in closet the size of his and mingyu's apartment. a bunch of other characters were running around, and the god awful music was still playing, and you started to run around as well, and, “oh my god, what was going on?”.
“who should i dress up as?” you bit your nail, clearly very focused. wonwoo took a peek at your furrowed brows, and small pout and for a second he drowned out the annoying sound coming from his computer, just to focus on your adorable expression.
“i can do you!” you said, and turned around to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. “from the “face the sun” concept photos. technically it’s not an album cover, but… no one here is ever on theme anyway”.
wonwoo could only watch as you slowly changed your outfit into something that was supposed to resemble one of his concept photos, only in a more cutified version, because as you said, "you're a babygirl". with the minutes ticking by, he couldn’t help but smile at you being so focused on putting the whole outfit together.
"okay, it's done," you said, leaning back so you were resting against wonwoo's chest. "now it's show time."
one by one, the characters walked the carpet, presenting their… whatever their outfits were.
“ugh, this fit sucks ass,” you groaned, and nuzzled your head into his shoulder. “wait til one of them hits the twenty eight pose,” you said, and by the tone of your voice wonwoo did not want to see that.
“why are you giving everyone one star?” he asked, confused. “that one wasn’t that bad,” he pointed at the character that dressed up as ariana’s dangerous woman.
“you never give anyone more than one star,” you stated as a matter of fact. “oh, look,” you squealed. “it’s me.”
indeed it was you, and for what it was worth - your outfit looked the best in wonwoo’s opinion. but then again you were best in everything to him, so his opinion didn’t count. and then the screen turned black again.
the winners are…
“now we’ll see who placed on the podium,” you explained, and grabbed his hand that was still resting on your waist.
wonwoo nodded and put his chin on your shoulder. “i’m sure you’re going to be first, honey.”
“huh,” you huffed. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
and yeah, you were right. in the first place there was a character that wasn’t dressed up at all, in the second someone with the vip sign dressed as if they were going to the circus, and in the third there was a very creepy character of a man.
you clicked your tongue annoyed. “told you.”
well, that was an experience wonwoo had never thought he’d have the, uh, pleasure to go through.
“so,” you got up, and just when wonwoo was about to whine about the lack of your warmth, you straddled his lap. “what do you think?” you cupped his cheeks and smiled at him brightly.
he wasn’t sure he was thinking at all, at this point.
the annoying music? unbearable. the clearly not on theme outfits? hideous. the weird poses that freaked him out? he was sure he’d get nightmares from them.
wonwoo must’ve been thinking too long about his answer so as not to hurt your feelings, because the smile slowly started to disappear from your face. "you think it's weird, right?" you asked and looked down.
"what? no, it's not that, it's-,".
"sweetie, i understand," you laughed quietly. "it's a game for kids, and a little cheesy at that but-,".
"no no," wonwoo quickly said and grabbed your face in his hands so he could lift your head. "i just didn't expect this. you always said you didn't like to game and i didn't know what to expect."
"yeah, but still-,".
"oh could you be quiet for a second?" he smiled when he saw the corners of your lips lift up. "i didn't mean to make you feel bad and i'm sorry if it did.”
yeah, the game might not have been his style, and he would never have played it himself, but you liked it. and that was all he cared about. he had never seen you smile like that when he was gaming - your eyes were practically heart shaped when you were dressing up your character, and if this wasn't the most adorable thing ever he didn't know what it was.
if it made you happy, then it made him happy too.
"you have no idea how glad you found a game you like," he ran his thumbs over your cheeks. "and you know what? if i played myself i'd definitely give your outfit five stars."
you giggled, and wrapped your hand around one of his wrists. "thank you, wonwoo."
"of course," he muttered and pecked your forhead. "now tell me, is there a way we could play it at the same time?"
"wonwoo, you don't have to-,"
"but i want to," he said.
for a moment you just looked at him with a raised brow, as if you were trying to figure out if he was really telling the truth. and he really was. wonwoo would survive any horrible outfit and that annoying music just to see you so excited and happy again.
.ᐟ . fluff through and through. jun tears mentioned though.
Thinking about a very sleepy Junhui who's trying his best to stay awake when you're sitting at your computer past midnight, still working.
He's trying so hard to keep himself awake because he doesn't want to go to bed alone but the poor baby is too tired to even keep himself upright without tumbling to the floor. After watching him almost hit his forehead on the tabletop and squash his face multiple times, you decide to step in. You try to push him in the direction of the bedroom, telling him to "Go to sleep, love. I know you're tired" and you'll join him in "Just thirty minutes, Jun. I'll be there. Promise"
But of course, this is Wen Junhui. Junhui always gets what he wants so in the end, you're defeatedly cradling your laptop in one arm and a very sleepy boyfriend in another and marching to the bedroom. He is still obviously not happy with the fact that you're just going to do more work next to him on the bed. When he's right there? When he's right there looking all kinds of sleepy and cuddly and the epitome of soft? Diabolical.
But obviously, he doesn't get time to properly huff and puff about it like the drama queen he is because the second he meets the mattress, he's passed out.
You stifle a laugh as you get stationed on the edge of the mattress with your back to the headboard and laptop perched on top of your legs. You would give anything to throw away this piece of metal and wrap yourself around your boyfriend but oh well, this is the price you pay for procrastinating.
It's endearing how even in his sleep, Junhui manages to curl himself around you - the top of his head to your hip and fingers twitching before gently wrapping around the hem of your pyjama pants. You smile to yourself and bring a hand to smooth over his ruffled hair.
He looks so adorable that you kind of want to throw yourself out of a window.
But you don't. Because you still have a couple of slides in the PowerPoint left. And the presentation on Monday isn't going to be presented by itself. So instead, you give him a pat on the cheek and turn back to your work.
You're able to get through a peaceful twenty minutes, twelve slides and half a dozen of yawns before Junhui starts shuffling next to you.
Your hands pause on the keyboard when he shifts around, rubbing the top of his head against your hip like a sleepy cat. If it was any other time, you would have cooed and coddled over him. But Junhui is dead asleep after an exhausting day, weeks even, and you would rather make two more PowerPoints than interrupt his sleep right now.
You're surprised when he suddenly rolls onto his back, throwing his head back and slowly blinking his glassy eyes at you. ( An actual cat, he is ) You bring a hand to the underside of his chin before running your fingers along his soft skin, tickling.
"Jun, go back to sleep, baby, It's okay. I'm sorry if I woke you up"
Junhui just hums ( groans? ) while he rubs at his eyes, twisting in the sheets as tries to to get comfortable. You're expecting him to fall back into a quiet sleep again but he doesn't settle, instead opening his mouth to quietly whisper, "'was just the light"
When the words leave his mouth, you're already getting out of the bed to turn of the big light in the room. You had turned it one earlier, despite the fact that both of you despising the harsh bright big lights in your house. But before you can even get both of your legs on the floor, Junhui rolls over until he's dead weight on top of you, trapping you into the mattress.
"Junnie," You scold lightly, lifting off the laptop from where it's digging to his back. But he stays put.
And he whines.
You almost feel like a candle melting off and running down the floorboards of your house when Junhui starts to whine. It's not a rare occurrence to see him whining but when he does, oh boy it makes your insides feel very funny. It's a heartbreaking sound. It's awful.
"Enough work, yn" He cries, words slurred and swayed because of his half-asleep state. "S'enough. Come sleep"
You smile to yourself, switching your laptop to one hand to pat his hair softly. "I'm sorry, angel. I just have a little more left. Just give me thirty minutes"
"You said that an hour ago!" He whines dramatically, fingers twisted into your pyjama in a tight grip. "Come sleep"
"Junhui..." You say, voice dissaproving.
"No"
"Jun-"
"No"
Your shoulders sag as you sink back into the headboard, completely done with your boyfriend being a drama queen for the night. You hate the feeling of irritance that bubble under your skin - not because of Junhui but rather as a result of your own stress and exhaustion from the day catching up to you.
"Sweetheart," You try, as softly as possible. "I have more work to do. Just give me ten minutes, okay? I'll turn off the light so you can go back to sleep. I'll quickly finish this in the guest room and come back to you, okay? I'll be quick, baby. I promise"
"But,"
"I mean it, Jun"
You hate the way the words roll out of your tongue. Stern.
Junhui untucks his face from where he's been hiding against your hip and oh god, there's tears in his eyes.
Then, in the most devastating way possible, he untangles himself with you with a quivering 'okay' that has your ears straining.
You almost hear the sound of your insides shattering into a million pieces of glass and getting lodged against your heart, your throat, everywhere. It's everywhere.
Junhui moves until he's off of you, retreating back to the other side of the bed like a kicked puppy rather than the cute kitten he'd been ten minutes ago. You feel your face fall at the way he quietly shuffles under the blanket until he's curled on himself, facing away from you.
Trying not to cry, you get up from the bed, laptop heavy in your arms as you walk towards the light switches to turn them off, letting the room drown in darkness.
Man,
fuck being a working adult.
When you crawl into your bed approximately ten seconds later, Junhui is still turned to his side, keeping quiet. It's nothing like the usually clingy baby he is and your heart stings painfully.
You know that he's trying to pretend like he's fallen back into his sleep but obviously, you know him more than you know the back of your own hand. And that's...a lot. The way his breathing is a little off, a little faster than usual, tells you that he's as awake as he can be.
You don't hesitate to slip under the covers and slither your way into the space next to him. His back stares angrily at you but when you take him by the shoulders to slowly turn him to face you, he doesn't fight it.
Junhui can never stay upset at you for long. Especially not when he could be getting cuddles instead.
He's quick to tuck himself to your shoulder, hands scrambling to twist into your t-shirt much like before. He throws a leg over yours, tangling until your cold toes and resting against the back of his calf.
Both of you are silent for a minute, just basking in the comfort radiating from the other as you lay there. It's Junhui who speaks first.
"I'm sorry" His words are still a little scrambled, but they register in your brain in the form of clear block letters.
"No," You quickly say, bringing up a hand to hold him by the nape to rub comfortingly. "No, baby, I'm sorry"
"Is' okay. I know you have work. I shouldn't have"
"I'm glad you did, angel. I needed a break anyway" You say softly, running your fingers through his silky hair in the dark. "Thought I could keep working a little more, y'know? But clearly, I needed a break. My brain feels like it's frying right now. And how could I focus when you were here being all sleepy and cuddly and a drama queen, hm?"
Junhui huffs a giggle into your neck. "Not a drama queen"
"Yeah, you are, princess, You are" You laugh. "Pulled out the teary eyes and everything, didn't you?"
Junhui giggles into your skin before settling down in a quiet silence. "Just wanted you here"
You feel your heart fill up with so much affection. "I'm here now. I'm here. I love you, okay? I love you so much"
Junhui untucks his face from your neck to receive the kiss that you plant on his forehead with a dopey smile. He drops right back into you, a result of his bone-aching tiredness taking over his body. But still, in the darkness and the haze of exhaustion, you feel him press a little kiss to your shoulder, lips resting there in a quiet promise of I love you too.
So you wrap your arms around him a little tighter and pull him a little closer and wonder, how you could ever consider picking work instead of this very comfortable ball of fluff sleeping in your arms? Even for a second?
Waking up was always something you looked forward to, especially if the first sight in the morning is Vernon and his hidden little secrets, and maybe his cute chocolate milk carton.
pairing: idol!tattooed!vernon x gn!reader, reader is identified to be female
word count: 1.3k
tags: slice of life, fluff first thing in the morning, vernon has multiple tattoos (in my head) listed in detail
warnings: slight sexual overtones, pg-13 at most 😇
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The light burns through your eyes, waking you from a dreamless slumber. Looking around, you find the source of the almost blinding glare: the patch of sun bleeding through the curtains of the already-lightened room. You glance at the clock hanging from the wall across you. It was 8 am on a Sunday—a perfect reason to sleep in.
You slowly move around the bed and find that you are already wearing a slightly loose shirt and panties. Memories of last night flood your mind and you close your eyes again almost as if in bliss. It’s been a good two weeks since you two spent the night together, and while you both maybe kinda slightly expected it, both of you were still surprised at how deep the need was for one another, as evidenced by the slight ache in your thighs and back while you moved. Nothing you couldn’t manage, but definitely more reason to just stay in bed.
When you turn again, you see his slim figure leaning against the door frame and you wonder how long he’d been watching you toss and turn. He had no shirt on because you realized that you had his shirt on your back, and his boxers were slung dangerously low as if haphazardly thrown on. And while you’ve marveled at this sight too many times than you can count, you still can’t help but look at his body in awe.
People could say he had a sleeper bod, and you agreed, but it wasn’t something he cared for. If he was healthy and able to move about, he was content with that. But with all the activity his job demanded, his body followed suit. He wasn’t all muscle or all skin, but he was built sturdily and toned in the places that got the most use—that is to say, his arms, thighs, and core. His naturally light skin tone almost looked sallow in the places that didn’t get much sun, but it only enhanced what he permitted only your, and very few other, eyes to see.
Strokes of black both thick and thin were scattered across his torso in a most curated manner. They weren’t a lot, but you knew that his tattoos were his most well-kept secret from the K-pop industry, and you knew it was the deepest privilege to be able to even have a glimpse of one, much less all that can be hidden behind a shirt. You’ve memorized all of them at this point.
On his right chest near his lower rib was a simple line of text in all caps inspired by a line from “The Matrix”: SEE IT FOR YOURSELF. Another text tattoo lined the left side of his torso, this time a vertical stack of letters spelling out MELODY—once a temporary tattoo for a concert, now permanent to forever honor his mother.
There was one tattoo that he knew people were aware of and didn’t mind much, and that was the small star tattoo at the back of his right ear’s helix, but little did people know that it was only one of a series, with the rest of the small stardust sparkles smattering his back near his right shoulder blade. Specifically, there were five of them, one representing each member of his tight-knit family, including Jazzy and Leo Chwe.
Amidst the minimalist tattoos was one that stood out as more realistic than others—a medium-sized sunflower head on his left hip, its petals you could see right now peeking from the top band of his boxers. People knew of his sister Sofia’s own sunflower tattoo down her left thigh, but fewer people knew that when she was 17 and he was 23, they both talked about how they’d get matching sibling tattoos and their discussion landed on sunflowers. While Vernon wished he could place it in a more prominent spot, he knew better than to do such a thing.
“Did you sleep well, baby?” His deep morning voice broke your reverie as you finally settled on his eyes, his gaze forever the most piercing one you never could break. You gave him a lazy, mischief-laden smile.
“The best sleep I’ve had in weeks. I guess I have someone to thank for making sure I was knocked out last night.”
He let out a light-hearted scoff and drank from his chocolate milk carton. “You know that I was just following your lead, right? I asked you what you wanted, I just gave it to you.”
“I know.” You rolled your eyes, recalling how you were practically begging him with tears in your eyes—the utter hold he had on you was intoxicating. It was those clear brown eyes, you swore so. “I hate you.”
“I love you, too.” At that, he gave you the softest smile and his gaze eventually followed suit.
“I love you more.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I hate you.”
He laughed again and shifted his weight off the door frame and moved toward you. You sat up to meet him in an embrace, your head resting on his warm chest as he kissed your head.
“Can we stay in, Nonie? Please? Pleaseeeeeee?” You look up at his raised eyebrow and pursed lips, swearing you will never get tired of his expressions that said exactly what he was thinking. Right now it obviously said, “Are you kidding me right now?”
“What if…” You trailed off mid-sentence as you lowered your hands to the waistband of his boxers, brushing your thumb over the sunflower’s petals suggestively. At that, he drew in a sharp breath and stepped away. He knew what you were capable of, so he had to stop it right there.
“Easy, young lady. You know we won’t get anywhere with that attitude of yours. We’ll be late if you keep that up.” The scene was comical, his serious expression and pointed finger at you in warning just did not suit the fact that his other hand held an unfinished milk carton.
You grab the carton from his hand and take a generous sip, grateful for the cool and sweet liquid down your parched throat. “Fine. But could you at least make me coffee? Or something that will wake me up more than this chocolate milk of yours?”
“It’s in the kitchen. I also made French toast!” His smile as he said this was so bright, it was the gummy smile you so loved from him. But it was what he said that made you stop mid-sip of milk.
“You what?”
“I made French toast. And bacon and eggs because it was the easiest after the French toast, which was not as easy as it looked when I did it with you.”
“And you made coffee?”
He shrugged. “I knew you were gonna wake up late,” finishing with a smirk. “Now come on. And give me back my milk carton before you finish it all.” He took back his drink and did not leave your side until you finally stood your lazy ass up. “There’s my good girl,” he says, followed by him slapping said ass teasingly, then walking out of the room with a final grin.
When he faced his back to you, you saw the most recent tattoo he got: a minimalist rendition of a rock with googly eyes on the small corner of its lower left. You remember watching “Everything, Everywhere, All at Once” in the cinema with him, the last full show of the day, and he would not shut up about it. You got it though, you truly did, and you’d both talk for hours on end about the film. So it was decided: it was the first matching tattoo you got together.
Could love really be this easy? You thought to yourself, as you smiled and got ready for payback.
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a/n: frickin’ vernon and his damn hip tattoo living rent-free in my headcanons. i blame my friends for planting this idea in my head and as a result, this came to be. i shall now leave you all with this mental image so i do not suffer alone HEHE
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