♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @mywonuverse send a ask to be added or removed!
A/N — This is my second time writing fem x fem works, so it does and will suck 🤗. Enjoy, or don’t. This is written because I’m a selfish lesbian.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who remembers everything about you, writing it down somewhere so she won’t ever forget.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who texts you throughout the day to check up on you.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who always compliments your outfits, even putting on an accessory herself to match you. Matching is very important to her.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who refers to you as ‘my little lady’ whenever she talks about you to others.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who only has a soft spot for you and only you, but she is rude to others.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who always asks her parents if you can go with them on family trips.
— “I got you something.” “But it’s not…” “Shh, I got it because I wanted to. I don’t need a reason for that.”
Girlfriend!wooyoung who rests her hand on your thigh underneath the table just to feel her fingers slip into your panties not even five minutes later, looking at you innocently.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who does in fact call you ‘mommy’ when she gets too needy, despite being usually dominant herself.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who takes you to sex shops as a date night, just to make you flustered. It’s her favorite thing to do, she makes it her life mission actually.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who writes her name on your back with her nails, just to press a kiss there afterwards.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who sits on your lap just to grind against your thigh to tease you for what she’s going to do to you that night.
Girlfriend!wooyoung who likes to buy jewelry with each other’s initials on it, simply because she finds it cute. But she also has an underlying jealousy issue.
ok so I’ve (kind of) recently become an atiny, and I see a lot of mother hwa agenda, lesbian hwa agenda, but WhY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT BUTCH LESBIAN HJ. LIKE, I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THIS
I really can’t be one of those jealous fans that gatekeep their idols because seeing san go viral and be so loved by everybody makes me feel so happy i feel actual pride in my chest like that’s my goat!!!!!!!!
A/n: I hope you do like it. Do give me a comment about it.. Like and reposts are always welcome. >w<
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2
The rest of the morning passed as it always did.
Emails.
Meetings.
Deadlines.
Yeora buried herself in work and tried not to think about the dream that still lingered in the back of her mind. By noon, most of the department had gathered in the conference room. A new employee was joining the team today. Normally, Yeora wouldn't have cared. People came and went all the time.
Transfers.
Resignations.
New hires.
It was hardly noteworthy. She sat near the end of the table, scrolling through the presentation on her laptop while half-listening to her manager speak.
"...And he'll be working closely with our division moving forward."
The conference room door opened. Yeora barely glanced up.
At first. A man stepped inside.
Tall.
Dark haired.
Dressed neatly in a charcoal suit.
Nothing unusual. Nothing that should have caught her attention. Yet for some reason, her eyes lingered.
"Everyone, this is Jung Wooyoung."
He offered a polite bow.
"Nice to meet you. I look forward to working with all of you." His voice was warm.
Friendly.
Ordinary.
And somehow that made it worse. Because the moment she heard it, something shifted.
Not recognition.
Not exactly.
More like an echo.
A strange pull deep inside her chest. As though she'd heard that voice before.
Somewhere.
Sometime.
A memory she couldn't quite reach. Yeora frowned. The feeling vanished almost immediately. Leaving behind only confusion. She looked back down at her laptop.
Ridiculous.
She was tired.
That's all.
The dreams were probably affecting her more than she'd realized. Across the room, introductions continued.
People smiled.
Asked questions.
Welcomed the newcomer.
Wooyoung responded easily, laughing when appropriate and answering with a confidence that suggested he settled into new environments quickly. The sort of person, people naturally liked. The sort of person, Yeora usually forgot about five minutes after meeting them. So why couldn't she stop noticing him?
Not staring.
Just noticing.
The way he leaned back slightly when listening. The way his smile reached his eyes. The way his voice carried across the room. Every little detail seemed oddly familiar. Like reading a book she'd forgotten she'd read before. The thought unsettled her.
By the time the meeting ended, she'd convinced herself that she was just imagining things. It wasn't the first time a stranger had reminded her of someone else. And it certainly wasn't possible for a man she'd seen in a dream to suddenly appear at her workplace. That only happened in movies.
Not real life.
Still...
As everyone began filing out of the room, Wooyoung happened to glance in her direction. Their eyes met briefly.
Just a second.
Nothing more.
He smiled politely.
The same way he smiled at everyone else. Yeora nodded in return. Yet as she turned away, a strange chill ran through her. A feeling she couldn't explain. As though something had just begun.
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Meanwhile, Wooyoung watched her leave. Only for a moment. Just long enough to see her disappear into the flow of employees exiting the conference room. Then he looked away.
"Welcome to the team." One of the senior managers clapped him on the shoulder.
"Thanks," Wooyoung replied with an easy smile.
The conversation moved on. Questions about his transfer. His previous projects. Where he had worked before. The usual things people asked when meeting someone new. He answered them all effortlessly. Years of working with different teams had taught him how to make a good first impression.
Smile.
Be approachable.
Remember names.
Show confidence without arrogance.
It wasn't difficult. Yet part of his attention remained elsewhere. On the woman who had barely spoken throughout the meeting.
Lee Yeora.
He'd noticed her almost immediately. Not because she'd done anything unusual. In fact, it was the opposite. While everyone else had introduced themselves and asked questions, she'd remained quiet, focused on her laptop.
Professional.
Reserved.
Detached.
But there had been something in her expression when she'd first looked at him. Something he couldn't quite place. Surprise? Confusion? Maybe even unease. It had disappeared so quickly that he wasn't sure he'd imagined it. Still, the image lingered in the back of his mind.
Strange.
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The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. Yeora told herself that she had forgotten about the new employee. Unfortunately, her brain refused to cooperate. Every few hours, she would catch sight of him somewhere. Talking with colleagues. Walking through the office. Meeting with department heads. Laughing at something someone said. Each time, that same inexplicable feeling returned.
A faint tug beneath her ribs. Not strong enough to hurt nor identify. Just enough to be annoying. By four o'clock, she was irritated with herself. This was ridiculous. He was a coworker. Nothing more. A complete stranger. The fact that he reminded her of someone from a dream was meaningless.
Coincidental.
Her imagination was connecting dots that didn't exist. That had to be it.
"Yeora?"
She looked up from her computer. Her coworker, Minji, was standing beside her desk.
"Do you mind showing Wooyoung where the archive room is? He needs access to some of the old files."
Yeora blinked.
"What?"
Minji smiled.
"The archive room."
As if on cue, another voice spoke beside her.
"Sorry."
Yeora nearly jumped. She hadn't even noticed him approach. Wooyoung stood a few feet away. One hand resting casually in his pocket while the other holding a folder.
"I was told you're the person who knows where everything is."
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. The smile wasn't flirtatious. It wasn't teasing. It was simply friendly.
Normal.
Which somehow made Yeora more aware of him, not less and she also felt the need throw daggers at Minji who already left to her desk.
"Right." She stood abruptly. A little too quickly.
Her chair backward with a soft squeak. Smooth, very professional and wonderful.
For a brief moment, amusement flickered across Wooyoung's face. Not mocking but just noticing. Heat crept into Yeora's cheeks.
"Follow me."
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The walk to the archive room should taken less than two minutes. Unfortunately, those two minutes felt much longer. The hallway stretched ahead of them. Employees passed by carrying documents and coffee cups.
Conversations drifted from nearby offices. Everything was perfectly ordinary. Yet Yeora found herself painfully aware of the footsteps behind her. Aware of his presence and the strange silence between them.
"So."
Wooyoung's voice broke through her thoughts.
"You've been here a long time?"
"A few years."
"A few years?"
She nodded.
"Like five years?"
His eyebrows rose, "That's impressive."
"It just means I'm old?"
A laugh escaped him. The sound caught her off guard. Not because it was praticularly remarkable. Because for a split second... She heard it somewhere else.
A shoreline. Dark waves crashing against black sand. Stars scattered across an unfamiliar sky. A figure standing in the distance.
Waiting.
The image flashed through her mind so suddenly that she stopped walking. Her breath caught. The hallway returned instantly. Bright lights, white walls and office chatter. Normal. Everything was normal.
"Yeora?"
She realized Wooyoung was looking at her. Concern flickering across his features.
"Are you okay?"
For a moment, she simply stared. The strange ache in her chest had returned. Stronger this time. Not painful but just familiar. Dangerously familiar.
Yeora looked away first, "Yeah."
Her voice sounded thinner than she intended, "I'm fine."
But as they continued down the hallway, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was lying. Not to him but to herself.
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As they reached the archive room at the end of the corridor, Yeora felt herself relax slightly. The archive room was familiar. Predictable. Safe. Unlike the strange thoughts that had been following her around all day.
She stopped in front of the secured door and pulled her access card from her lanyard. The scanner beeped. A green light flashed. The lock clicked open.
"There," she said, pushing the door inward. "Welcome to the most exciting room in the building."
Which makes Wooyoung to chuckled.
"I don't know. The way people talk about this place makes it sound pretty exclusive."
"It's not."
The archive room was larger than most people expected. Rows of tall metal shelves stretched toward the back wall, each one packed with neatly labeled binders and storage boxed. The fluorescent lights overhead cast everything in a pale glow.
No windows, no decoration and no personality. Just years of company history collecting dust. Yeora stepped inside.
"Most of the recent files are digital, but older project records are stored here. You'll probably be spending a lot of time with these."
"Sounds thrilling."
His tone was dry enough that she almost smiled. Almost. She led him down one of the aisles.
"The files are organized by department and year. Once you learn the system, it's pretty easy."
Wooyoung nodded.
"Good. Because I got lost twice trying to find the meeting room this morning."
That actually earned a small laugh from her. A real one. Brief. Gone almost immediately. But it happened. Wooyoung noticed. Something flickered across his face. Surprise, perhaps. As though he hadn't expected her to laugh.
Yeora immediately regretted it. Not because she had laughed. Because she had become aware of him noticing.
"You're adjusting well form someone who's only been here a few hours."
"Years of experience."
"At getting lost?"
"Exactly."
Another laugh threatened to escape her. She swallowed it down. The familiar ache returned. Soft and persistent. The kind that made no sense. She turned toward one of the shelves and pulled out a thick binder.
"This is what you're looking for."
When she handed it to him, their fingers brushed briefly. The contact lasted less than a second. Yet something strange happened. Not a vision. Not exactly. More like a feeling. A sudden rush of cold air.
Salt.
Ocean water.
The distant sound of waves.
Which makes Yeora froze. Her grip tightened on the binder. For the briefest moment, she wasn't standing in an archive room. She was somewhere else. A dark shoreline. An endless black sea. The night sky stretched overhead, filled with unfamiliar constellations.
And there... A figure stood near the water.
Waiting.
Watching.
The sensation vanished so quickly she almost thought she'd imagined it. The fluorescent lights snapped back into focus. The shelves, the binders and the hum of the ventilation system. Normal. Everything was normal. Except for her hearbeat.
"Yeora?" Wooyoung's voice pulled her back.
She realized she was still holding onto the binder and he was looking at her with a concern etched across his face.
"You sure you're okay?"
The question was becoming a pattern and she hated that she didn't have an answer to it.
"Yeah."
Lie.
"I'm fine."
Another lie. She released the binder. Wooyoung accepted it slowly. Still watching her. Not in an intrusive way. Just observant as though he sensed something was wrong. Yeora turned away before he could ask anything else. She pretended to examine another shelf and pretended that her pulse wasn't racing.
Pretended the sound of crashing waves wasn't still echoing faintly in the back of her mind. After a moment, Wooyoung spoke again.
"You know.." His voice was softer now.
"I think this is the most you've talked all day."
Yeora glanced at him.
"Is that your polite way of saying I'm unfriendly?"
A grin appeared.
"There she is."
"What?"
"The sense of humor."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't."
For reasons she couldn't explain, the exchange felt easy. Natural. Dangerously natural. Most conversations felt like work these days. An obligation. Something to get through. But standing here with a man she'd met only hours ago felt different and that realization unsettled her more than anything else because people weren't supposed to feel familiar this quickly.
Strangers weren't supposed to make her feel like she'd known them for years. Yet every time she looked at him, she felt the same impossible certainty. Not recognition and not memory. Something else. Something she couldn't name and judging by the thoughtful look that occasionally crossed Wooyoung's face when he looked at her, she wasn't entirely convinced she was the only one feeling it.
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Headcanons on how I view Jongho as a handy man.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Handyman!Jongho x Fem!Reader.
☆ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 342. ☆ — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut. ☆ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Alcohol consumption, make out, neck kissing, fingering (f!rec), cooing, gasping, public sex, restraining, and a creampie.
♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogryffindor @fixon-min @groovyravenagain @matznana @smuttaburger send a ask to be added or removed!
A/N — I apologize for my disappearance, enjoy this really shitty post as an apology :)
Handyman!jongho who always keeps his tools in the back of his truck for emergencies.
Handyman!jongho who keeps your number saved into his personal and work phone, claiming ‘you have the most problems’ whenever he caught you catching onto him about it.
Handyman!jongho who sometimes intentionally keeps things loose so he has a reason to come back in a week or two to ‘fix’ it again. When it’s an excuse just to see you more often.
Handyman!jongho who get a tool box of your favorite color, simply to try to get you to spark a conversation about it with him.
Handyman!jongho who snoops through your bathroom, souly out of curiosity. Just to see what you like or don’t like, and to even possibly find your perfume that he thinks smells good to buy himself a bottle.
Handyman!jongho who does eventually get the courage to ask you out on a date.
— “I got it fixed, Miss.” “What all needed fixed?” “Your sink, it had a really bad leak. That was pretty much all.”
Handyman!jongho who pins you against the wall of the restaurant to kiss you, letting the alcohol in his body take completely over.
Handyman!jongho who doesn’t care about pedestrians as he grabs your legs to wrap them around his waist while never once breaking the make out session.
Handyman!jongho who breaks the kiss only to trail sloppy kisses down your neck while pulling your panties to the side before slipping two fingers inside without much of a warning and cooing at you when he hears you gasping from the intrusion.
Handyman!jongho who pulls his fingers out right before you cum, replacing them with his cock, burying his face into your shoulder while feeling you clenching around him.
Handyman!jongho who slaps his free hand over your mouth to keep you quiet due to literally being outside.
Handyman!jongho who cums fairly quickly inside you, due to the combination of being drunk and you clenching around him like your life depended on it.
Warning: MDNI!!!, more than slightly suggestive, beginning of a smut scene but didn’t get that far goddess kink mentioned, one ass smack (m receiving), reader is more dominate
A/N: This is very self indulgent. I’m a dom leaning switch. I had to write a peace for leading ladies that need one of the highest praises there is 🤣 Sorry it’s so short!
Word count: 197
Tentatively, you grab Wooyoung’s jaw and guide him to reach your gaze. With a determined look you spoke to him with a confidence that began to burn in your chest. As if your true nature was spilling out unable to be contained like a forest fire. “I am your goddess. Fucking me is a privilege.”
After a broad, deliberate lick across his jaw line, you pressed a feverish kiss into his cheek claimingly. “I want to hear your gratitude for allowing you to service me.” You whisper in a sultry tone. Ghosting the shell of his ear with the warmth of your bourbon scented breath.
Rising onto your elbows, you press your chest into his. Needing him to hear this message clearly. You take one of your arms and wrapped them around his neck.
He instinctively uses one of his to hold you up. He hung onto you mirroring his attention to every word you spoke. He held his breath in anticipation for what you were about to say next.
“This pussy only will accept love, worship and praise.”
After a sharp slap to his ass with your other hand, you said boldly, “now get back to work.”
