Discover Top Posts Tagged with #ive ff

SWEET LIKE CHOCOLATE ♡ 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 ──── WONYOUNG 𖦹

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, YOU’RE NOT SURE IF Wonyoung is just being overly nice or if there’s something more behind her actions—but there’s one thing you are certain of: everyone around you insists there has to be a hidden meaning behind all those chocolate bars she keeps giving you. Each one comes with a random little message scribbled on the wrapper, and no matter how much you try to brush it off, it’s getting harder to ignore everyone else’s comments. ♡ 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍

✸ co-worker ! wonyoung x gn ! reader ⌇ co-workers / friends to …? + fluff 𓋰 reader being somewhat oblivious / in denial and wony is just a very (emphasis on VERY) down bad lovergirl ❤︎ ── 26OO WORDS

ON THE ( 🍫 ) WRAPPER, IT SAYS ──── this is for gg request anon !! as stated before, thank you for requesting for ggs as it’s been a while! i truly hope this is to your liking ^_^

IN ANY WORK PLACE, WORDS TRAVEL FAST—whether you wanted to hear the rumors or not. And when it comes to Jang Wonyoung, everyone seems to have formed their own opinions.

They say she’s confident. Reserved. Too busy to even think about a love life.

But those assumptions never quite held up when it came to how she acted around you. Sure, she could be confident, but she was also unexpectedly bubbly—radiating a warmth that didn’t match the usual image people painted for her to be. And perhaps most surprising of all, she seemed genuinely interested in you—or at least, that’s what everyone else keeps saying.

It’s what everyone firmly believes—because really, how could those sides of Wonyoung only surface when you’re around?

Along with this, you weren’t completely clueless either. At times, there are moments where people’s insistence gets to your head. Even if you managed to block out some of people’s words, there were still a few moments that genuinely caught you off guard.

Take your first day, for example. Out of everyone, it was Wonyoung who greeted you with the most enthusiasm. It was unexpected, almost strange, given that the two of you had never met before. Still, it was a warm welcome—one that stood out and made a lasting impression, especially as you tried to adjust to an entirely new work environment.

As time passed at work, you naturally found yourself gravitating toward your own group of friends—people who shared your pace, your humor, your way of thinking. So, it made sense that you and Wonyoung never grew particularly close. The two of you never really had one-on-one moments, and as a result, you never felt like you truly knew her on a deeper, more personal level.

Still, she always acknowledged you. Whether it was during meetings or just in passing, Wonyoung never failed to meet your gaze with a smile, often accompanied by a few words of small talk. Sometimes, she’d even linger by your cubicle, striking up a casual conversation that didn’t feel so casual after a while.

And then, slowly, there would be more signs. Signs, to others, that don’t always appear as completely platonic.

Wonyoung’s old cubicle, which used to be all the way across the room, was suddenly the one next to yours. It wasn’t just a coincidence to your co-workers. According to Yujin, Wonyoung was the type who would never ask to switch cubicles, no matter the circumstances. Yet, here she was—closer than ever.

Before you knew it, she was appearing more often within your friend group, blending in seamlessly, as if she’d always been part of the circle. Group hangouts became smaller until eventually, it was just the two of you spending time together. And while it didn’t feel completely out of place—Wonyoung did seem to get along with everyone—you couldn’t ignore the fact that she was choosing you more than others.

Not that you minded. You didn’t hate her company, after all.

And most notably—if not the most talked about—were the chocolate bars.

It all began on Valentine’s Day. Wonyoung had casually handed you a chocolate bar, claiming she got one for everyone. But when you glanced around the office, no one else seemed to have received anything, let alone a chocolate like yours.

You smiled, of course. One, because it was a sweet gesture in the spirit of the yearly holiday, and two, because it just so happened to be a chocolate you genuinely loved. A small, thoughtful moment—but one that oddly stuck. After that, Wonyoung made it a habit. That same white-wrapped chocolate bar began appearing on your desk regularly, always before the start of the workday.

But, nothing wrong with a little sweet treat, right?

That’s what you told yourself—until the blank wrapping paper started coming with scribbled messages. The thing was that Wonyoung never acted any differently. Still that same bubbly, cheerful version of herself as she slid the chocolate your way, not even offering a moment to explain.

At first, it started all normal. They were the typical words that would cheer your mood or make you crack a small smile.

You’re Amazing!

Keep it Up!

You’re Doing Great.

Then, it would only continue to get more… forward.

I can’t help but smile when I look at you.

You light up a room simply by your entrance.

There’s no one like you.

You’re perfect.

At this point, you’d have to be delusional if you didn’t think it meant anything. Yet somehow, despite the obvious signs, you still found yourself spiraling—wondering if you were reading too much into it, questioning your sanity.

Yujin insists you're not losing your mind. But still... you can't help but wonder.

Wonyoung is just a nice girl. That’s all to it.

You told yourself the same thing every day—convincing yourself, over and over, even as the messages on the chocolate bars began to read like full-blown love letters. The cute (and admittedly distracting) hearts and smiley faces she doodled next to them didn’t help your case, either.

But the more you tried to brush it off, the more others—mainly Yujin—started to think you were flat-out rejecting Wonyoung.

“Are you seriously going to keep ignoring this?” Yujin asked, strolling up to your cubicle during break time. She grabbed a spare chair and plopped down, resting her arm on your desk and leaning her face against her palm while watching you wrap up an email.

“Avoid what?” you asked, your tone flat as your fingers tapped quickly against the keyboard, brow furrowed in focus.

“This,” she said, gesturing toward the chocolate bar sitting neatly at the edge of your desk. You barely glanced at it before flipping it over, hiding the message. But Yujin snatched it up before you could finish pretending it didn’t exist.

“‘I can’t help but get lost in your eyes.’ Seriously, Y/N?” she read aloud with dramatic emphasis. “That still doesn’t mean anything to you?”

“She’s just… nice,” you mumbled, a little too forcefully, the typing beneath your fingers growing noticeably louder for a beat before settling back to normal. “A little too nice.”

Yujin let out a sigh—one filled with secondhand frustration and a hint of disappointment, like she was watching a tragic love story unfold in real-time.

“She doesn’t get me chocolate bars everyday… and she's not writing that to everyone,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I swear, Wonyoung couldn’t be more obvious if she tried. You seriously need to stop breaking this poor girl’s heart without even meaning to.”

“You think silence means anything to her?” you sighed, finally hitting send on the email. With a heavy exhale, you spun in your chair to face Yujin, wearing the same deadpan expression that screamed hopelessness. “If anything, it only seems to encourage her.”

“That’s because you look at her like you’re in love with her, you idiot,” Yujin snapped, jabbing a finger into your shoulder.

“I do not,” you said defensively, moving back slightly.

“Keep lying to yourself, Y/N,” she muttered with a frown. “It’s kind of your thing at this point. You see a pretty girl, malfunction immediately, and come up to the conclusion of her being ‘too nice.’”

“Yeah, because not every interaction has to be romantic,” you scoffed, reaching for your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “It’s not always advised to assume someone’s interested, anyway. That kind of mindset gets people hurt in the long run.”

Yujin hurried to fall in step beside you as you exited the office, the two of you heading toward your usual lunch spot. But unlike you, she wasn’t ready to drop the conversation just yet. Not when she’d been rooting for this from the start. Not when she knew Wonyoung meant more to you than you were willing to admit.

“So then,” she said suddenly, eyes narrowing as if she had just cracked the code, “why don’t you get her something in return?”

You slowed down slightly, blinking as you tried to make sense of her words.

Yujin's eyes had a slight glimmer, wondering if she had finally landed one of her words to actually become considered by you.

She had to keep it up.

“She’s been getting you all these things lately, so, might as well give back a chocolate bar she’d always get you and write your own message on it?”

“That’s stupid, Yujin,” you said, immediately trying to shut down the idea.

“You never considered it as stupid when Wonyoung does it for you,” Yujin shot back, her voice laced with smugness. You went quiet. Because, well… she had a point. And it wasn’t one you could argue.

“I wouldn’t even know what to write,” you muttered, reaching for any excuse to back out before this spiraled further. If you didn’t shut it down now, you knew Yujin would turn this into something that she had to make sure it happened.

“Then I can help you!”

“And then you’re going to portray me as some lovesick fool and get me into even more trouble,” you said. “Not in a million years, Yujin.”

“Oh come on!” Yujin tugs at your arm, trying to convince you. “It’s either that you write a message yourself or you let me write some cringey message that may or may not be the ‘make or break’ deal for you both!”

You shot her a weird glance, eyeing at her wide smile, knowing she truly backed you into a corner.

“Will you… watch me write it?” you slowly questioned.

“Huh. I wasn’t planning to,” she mused, tapping her chin. “But now that you mention it? I should!”

You let out a long, pained groan. “That’s literally the worst thing you could say.”

“Hey, I have to make sure you actually write something! And who knows, my advice could be really good,” Yujin said as she nudged you in the arm.

“You’re only going to set me up, I know you.”

“You’d only know once you get to writing!” Yujin giggled, now linking her arm through yours. “Now, let’s quickly get lunch and have you confess to the love of your life!”

“Don’t even start,” your voice filled with dread.

“If anything, I can even draw the little hearts if your hands start shaking! You need everything to be perfect for a girl like Jang Wonyoung, you know.”

“Yujin!”

Wonyoung sighed, shoulders slumped slightly as she finally stepped out of the meeting room, the door clicking shut behind her. It hadn’t even been a stressful meeting—if anything, it gave her a decent break from her usual routine. But none of that really mattered.

What did matter was that she missed having lunch with you.

Wonyoung couldn’t pinpoint when this became such a big deal. Maybe it was the butterflies in her stomach whenever you laughed. Maybe it was the way your eyes lit up when you were focused. Or maybe, just maybe, it was simply you. That was more than reason enough for her.

You would think anyone would have given up by now, but with her, she is a persistent one. Not having a clear answer is enough motivation to continue going after the person that has always caught her eye.

She dug into her bag with a quiet grumble, fishing for her phone as she walked toward her desk. When she checked the time, her heart sank. You’d be heading back to work in just five minutes. Not enough time to sit with you. Not enough time to hear your voice. Not enough time to give you that chocolate bar with another message she’d rewritten countless times in her notebook before deciding on the final version on the actual wrapper.

And as much as she tried not to dwell on it, she hated missing a day.

Without focusing too much on the lost opportunity for the day, Wonyoung immediately scanned around the room. Not much to her surprise, you were already at your desk, facing your glowing computer screen. Simply by your back alone, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

Even if she missed lunch, she could still see you.

She picked up her pace slightly, making her way to her desk across from yours and dropping into her seat just a little louder than usual—just enough to make her presence known. Maybe you’d glance her way. Maybe you wouldn’t.

But it didn’t matter, since she could always try again tomorrow.

“Hi Y/N!” Wonyoung said, her voice much sweeter than intended. She was hoping you’d greet her as warmly as she did. You did say ‘hello’ back, but just more quieter and less energetic–like you usually would have.

Wonyoung set her bag on the table and slipped into her seat, only to pause at the sight of something sitting neatly on her desk.

A flipped chocolate bar.

Her brows furrowed. Did I forget to give this today?

That didn’t make sense—she never forgot. Sure, her sleep schedule had been wrecked lately, but even then, she’d always remember your chocolate. It was her thing.

Still, she reached for it, ready to tuck it away in her bag, until her eyes caught something in bold black ink on the wrapper.

She blinked.

Do you like me?

Wonyoung is extremely confused. She continued to stare at it for a second longer, knowing that it was the same kind she’d always get for you. It was obviously the same brand, but this was definitely not her handwriting.

She peeked around, looking to see if anyone would have written this to play a trick on her. But then, from the corner of her vision, Wonyoung caught the quickest glance from you—and how fast you looked away once your eyes met.

Oh.

That’s when it finally clicked for her.

Her fingers curled tighter around the chocolate bar, face quickly warming as a wide grin broke through. A laugh, small and muffled behind her hand, bubbled out of her.

You gave her that chocolate bar.

With a message. A message that sure as hell looked a lot like a confession.

Maybe, missing lunch wouldn’t be so bad after all. It would’ve given you just enough time to recreate this thoughtful action–with just enough space for you to leave something without her catching you doing it. And honestly, this might be one of her luckiest days yet.

Giggles aside, it was now her turn.

Without a break, Wonyoung quickly rummaged through her own bag, grabbing a chocolate bar.

Same brand. Blank wrapper–that wouldn’t last long.

She reached for a black sharpie and wrote down something fast, her movements clearly filled with excitement.

It didn’t take long for the usual sliding of the chocolate to reach you. You didn’t want to look too fast, but your curiosity—and the pounding of your heart—won out. With much anticipation and an unusual pounding in your heart, you peeked at the wrapping at last.

I like you more than I can imagine.

Your head lifted. She was already grinning.

And somehow, you were smiling too.

You didn’t know exactly where this would lead once your shifts ended—but something had definitely changed. This time, it was a sign that was extremely obvious and one that you didn’t want to ignore.

Maybe Yujin really was a genius—despite her ridiculous plans and all. For once, you were glad she pushed you further than what you expected.

Because if there was one thing you could believe, out of all the rumors and passing gossip around the office, it would be this:

Wonyoung was hopelessly, unmistakably, head over heels for you.

And lucky you—

You happen to feel the same exact way.

‘💬’ ─── ummm if you guys liked this… go ahead and send any requests you’d like for gg/bg groups/idols 🤍 even if the groups aren’t found on my masterlist, you can always ask and you may get something from me ^^

#ive ff

Trending Tags

Recently Viewed Tags

#ive ff