Woozi X Reader || “She stopped waiting. He finally looked up.”
The corner seat by the café window had always been your favorite. You liked how the light hit your sketchbook there, soft and unbothered. You swirled your coffee with the tiny wooden stirrer, watching the foam dissolve as you flipped to a blank page. No messages from Jihoon. Not that you expected one.
It wasn’t like you were angry. You had stopped waiting for him to change, and instead changed something in yourself. You picked up hobbies you used to shelve. Said yes to group texts you used to ignore. You weren’t lonely. You were starting to remember who you were before late studio nights turned into cold dinners and silence.
You didn’t want to leave him. But you couldn’t keep putting yourself on pause either.
So you pressed play.
“Hey y/n, u free?”
You glanced at the empty chat for Jihoon.
“Always!!! Whats up”
Jihoon pushed the door open and immediately knew you weren’t home. The light in the kitchen was off. No keys on the hook. No leftovers on the stove, labeled with a sticky note describing whatever H/c- korean blend you came up with.
He dropped his bag and checked his phone. Nothing from you. He opened Instagram. Your story was mid-laughter, a group selfie: your eyes crinkled, cheeks flushed from laughing.
You looked…happy?
When was the last time you smiled at him like that?
He stared longer than he meant to. Then he texted: home?
Soon :)
He typed and deleted five different responses. "Where are you?" sounded too much. "With who?" sounded worse.
He locked the phone and stared at the ceiling.
A week had passed since then. You had come home full of tipsy giggles, hand clutching your oversized leather jacket. Nothing but a sloppy kiss on his cheek to explain your absence. You twirled your way towards the bathroom, yelling out “night Woozi baby” joyfully before the door slammed heavily. Followed by an offkey performance of “96ers,” muffled by the shower.
“Goodnight,” he muttered.
He didn’t mean to follow the crowd, but the gallery was on his usual route home and the idea of returning to the apartment knowing you weren't there didn't sound very appealing to him. He pulled his mask up and stepped into the modern space. Glancing around before pausing—you were wearing that brown jacket he liked. A sketchbook in hand. Head thrown back in laughter at something some guy with dyed hair said.
Jihoon approached slowly.
You looked up and smiled, surprised. "Jihoon? What are you doing here?"
"Didn’t know you were into this stuff," he said, looking around at the art-covered walls.
You shrugged. "You didn’t ask."
That hit a little too clean.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. "He your new boyfriend?"
You blinked, eyes wandering to your classmate who started to chat up a nearby artist. "That guy? No. He’s in my class."
"You’re taking classes?"
"Yeah," you said, matter-of-fact. "I’ve been doing a lot lately."
Another week passed before Jihoon worked up the courage to ask questions.
You got home before him. For once.
He walked in around midnight and paused when he saw you at the table, headphones in, editing photos.
"Can we talk?"
You didn’t look up right away. You finished cropping the image before sliding one side of your headphones off. "About what exactly?"
He hesitated. "Are you... pulling away?"
You let out a short breath, barely a laugh. "Is that what this feels like to you? Pulling away?"
"It feels different."
"Good," you said, more sharply than you meant to. "It is different. I’m not rearranging my life around your schedule anymore. That’s not distance. That’s dignity."
He sat down across from you slowly, unsure.
"I noticed," he said. "And I don’t like it."
You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed. "Why? Because I’m not home like a porch light every night? Because someone else is getting my attention for once?"
His eyes flickered. "Because I miss you. Because it’s not the same."
You narrowed your gaze. "It’s not supposed to be. You can’t keep showing up late to your own relationship and expect me to be waiting by the door."
"That’s not fair—"
"No," you cut in. "What’s not fair is me shrinking myself so small you didn’t even notice I was disappearing. I used to think love meant patience. But I’ve been patient enough, Jihoon. I’ve been invisible."
He looked stunned, but didn’t argue.
"I looked up today," he said quietly, voice breaking a little. "And you weren’t there."
You stared at him, jaw tight. "I was never gone. You just didn’t look up soon enough."
There was a long silence.
Then he reached across the table, not grabbing—just resting his hand open, palm up, in the space between you.
"I’m looking now," he said.
You looked at his hand, then at him. There was no apology in your eyes, but there wasn’t anger anymore either—just exhaustion. And care.
You didn't grab his hand, but what you said next was enough.
“Thank you.”
The next week, he didn’t just text. He showed up.
He brought you coffee. Walked with you to your workshop. Asked questions and actually listened.
One night, you were painting at the kitchen table. He came home late, again. But instead of retreating to his studio, he pulled up a chair beside you.
You didn’t stop working, but he stayed close, watching.
"I like this you," he said after a while.
You paused. Wiped a smudge from your cheek.
"This me was always here."
He took your hand. This time, you let him.
Back to the beginning. I'm not completely sure what my first fic posted here was, but i know it was a Woozi one. and in honor of that i wanted my first re-published fic to be my fav Woozi fic ive written.
"Aww you want my cum, huh doll? Want daddy to fuck you full of his cum, huh? Come on, tell me."
He taunts as his cock drags against your walls. Your words come out as an incoherent mess. His nails dig into the flesh of your hips, with how hard he's gripping them.
His hand moves up and wraps it around your throat. His hips still as he lets go of your throat. Your teary eyes look into his as a smirk graces onto his lips.
"I'm not moving until you tell me what you want doll. Come on, be my good little girl and say it."
His words spiral in your head as you struggle to breath. His lips occupy the delicate skin of your neck; covering it with red and purple. His hands rub circles into your hips while his mouth works on your collarbones and neck.
The feeling of his cock in you is hot and heavy. The way as he shifts, his leaking tip brushes against your sweet spot. Your breathing is heavy and unstable.
"The longer you stay quiet, the longer it'll take for me to give you what you want, doll."
The idea of waiting any longer flew out the window as you blurt out your next words while tugging at his hair.
"Ah- please, I w-want your cum. Cum in me daddy please. F-fill me up, I want it."
His lips mold with yours as his hips work quicker than ever. Praises and dirty words come out of his mouth as you clench around him. The way pleas fall from your slicked up and swollen lips look so gorgeous as San fucks into with burning intent.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it doll? Such a good girl for me. My good little girl."
With his words you clench around him like a vice, as the knot in the pit of your stomach snaps. You cry out in pure pleasure as tears fall from your eyes and your mouth opens in a silent scream.
San's groans and grunt are melodic as he pistons his hips into yours. With a few more thrusts, he fills you with his cum.
Not moving as he lets your clenching pussy milk him dry. Letting his breathing become slightly more regular, he starts picking up his pace. You whimper out of sensitivity.
"What? Did you think I was done? You wanted me to fill you with my cum, so that's what I'm going to do. Now be my good girl and take daddy's cock."
Shit I hear as a kpop fan from boys that I would like to unpack.
So I’m friends with a lot of males who are super close minded. Over the years I’ve heard a lot of crap as a kpop stan especially around my personality, dating, the guys I’m into, my social life etc. like I hear a lot of it. So I’ve complied the top 3 things that bug me and I just wanted to see if anyone else gets this too?
1. “So your only into asians then?”
Actually I’m into whatever I find attractive... asian boys do fall into that catagory but I’m into all types of boys! Don’t box me in ty.
2. “Maybe if you spent as much as much time focusing on kpop idols as you do on real boys you’d have a boyfriend by now”
Ahaha your funny no.
Here’s the thing I do 100% love and respect my friends but my interest in how I spend my time recreationally has absolutely nothing to do with my lack of a dating life. I ,like everyone else on the planet, just want to be the best person I can be for myself and if that means that I don’t even want to be in a relationship then that’s my business not yours.
3. “damn I guess your standards are wayyy to high because there’s no way any guy now would wear makeup or be as cringe as those guys”
Your absolutely correct, They have ruined my standards of men for sure. See now I look for men who are comfortable with their own masculinity and sexuality, and can appreciate others who are the same as them and not ridicule them. now I also don’t look for guys who don’t value and respect me as a person. Huh funny!
Obviously this is not the whole male gender that i get this from it’s just more some of the males I’m around.
Alright, FINALLY!!
Hopefully this doesn’t sound too bad.
I’ve been fighting with this for far too long to really care anymore, so.... hahaha.
Anyway...
I was tagged by the lovely, @iamspringday to do this little voice survey thing.
Again, thank you for that. <3
Also as I said in the recording that I was going to tag Robin, @yummyyugyeommie (I hope that’s okay)
And I’m also going to link the the story series in which I read from.
https://archiveofourown.org/series/835500
Now, imagine the little red ball that bounces on the words of the sing-along. XD
