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[hansollchwe]

Just a few suggestions

[svtwish]

❀ ; wonwoo | wifi

a/n: honestly i have no idea where i was going with this one but i thought the concept was kinda cute so,,, (also this is inspired by a real-life situation the prompt is a rly stupid one i came up with amidst my rage @ my wifi)

≫ words; 526

≫ genre; fluff

≫ au; neighbour!au

≫ pairing; neighbour!wonwoo x gn!reader

↳ in which your wifi is a huge asshole so you end up crashing at wonwoo’s.

“Why are you here again?” The tall man’s face remained stoic as he blocked your way, eyeing you suspiciously as you struggled to hold the immense amount of items you’d carried with you. Parts of his hair stood out in tufts around his head, making it seem like a bird’s nest. He looked groggy, and you had to hold back your laughter at the rare sight.

“My wifi’s still being a bitch,” you sighed, pouting your lips as you stared at Wonwoo. He only crossed his arms in response.

“I told you to call them and get it fixed.”

“And they told me that there’s nothing wrong. But that’s obviously not true, since I’m here at your doorstep.”

Wonwoo stepped aside reluctantly, and you flashed him a cheeky grin before skipping into his living room and throwing your things on the couch.

“You can’t possibly be crashing at my place every day,” your neighbour shut the door, sliding his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants as he made his way towards you.

“And my wifi can’t be switching off or failing on me every seventeen seconds but here I am,” you retorted, flipping your laptop on to continue your paper. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop pestering you when those idiots get tired of me calling them everyday and decide to actually, you know, do something.”

The brunette laughed at your snarky comment, plopping himself beside you on the sofa. “I mean, I don’t mind you coming over. It’s nice to have some company.” He leaned against you, peeking at the screen as you tried to find the document.

“You’re asking me to just move in?” You teased, a smirk decorating your lips as you turned your head to glance at him. Wonwoo looked oddly ethereal, for someone in a simple white tee coupled with grey sweatpants, gold-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose bridge. He glared at you through half lidded eyes, his weight still on your left shoulder as a tired yawn left his mouth.

“Now you’re just jumping to conclusions,” he mumbled, moving to place his head on your shoulder. “We’re practically living together already, anyway. The windows to our rooms are literally right next to each other.”

A loud huh? sounded from you, and you shot him a confused look. “Wonwoo, that made no sense.”

“Neither do you half of the time, yet we’re still dating,” his voice got softer and his speech got slower, sleep starting to overcome his lanky figure. Wonwoo dropped his head onto your lap, and your hands automatically moved to stroke the soft strands of his hair. He must be tired from all those part-time jobs, you thought, smiling softly at his drowsy state.

“Are you trying to imply that I’m stupid?” You poked his cheek, sliding the circular-framed glasses off his nose and placing them on the table for him. He hummed in response, a jumbled thank you of sorts.

“I don’t know,” came a sleepy reply as Wonwoo’s eyelids grew heavier and threatened to close any second.

“Good night, Wonwoo,” you chuckled, returning your attention to the paper you had yet to complete.

“Good night, Y/N.”

a/n pt.2: the prompt i came up with was “we’re neighbours and we’re dating but my wifi sucks so i’m moving in with you until i get it fixed because i can’t stand it switching off or failing on me every 17 seconds” feel free to use it if you’d like ((:

[sosmark]

soons

pairing: Soonyoung x Reader

genre: fluff

word count: 808

Late nights weren’t uncommon for you.

Sometimes Soonyoung’s practice ran late, but tonight was different. The other boys had returned home, without your boyfriend. You worried he had gotten in trouble, but Seungcheol explained he just wanted some extra practice time.

That was two hours ago. You were already in your pajamas, watching an old drama when you looked at the time.

“Soonyoung…” you groaned, pulling yourself from the indent you had made on the couch.

Knowing your boyfriend, he wouldn’t be returning home anytime soon. He would practice into the morning if he could. He’s dedicated. You couldn’t get mad at him for that, but you could get mad at him for not answering his phone. You had been blowing up his phone and getting nothing in response for hours now. He was ignoring them and you were getting worried.

Pulling on a jacket, you slipped out the door and into the cool, early morning air. A gust a wind blew past you as you walked, sending a shiver down your spine. You hadn’t bothered getting dressed because all you were doing was dragging your boyfriend home, but right now you regretted the decision. The weird looks you were receiving didn’t help much either. You sighed, pulling open the door to the company, giving a curt nod to the security guard before making your way down the hall. There was only one practice room with the lights on and music blaring from it.

You stood in the doorway, just out of your boyfriend’s line of sight, watching. He moved effortlessly, his body so in tune with the music. His face was contorted in determination as he watched himself carefully in the mirror. Even though he didn't express it outwardly, you could tell he was happy.

The song finished and the music faded. You watched as he took a seat on the floor, his breathing heavy. You chuckled softly to yourself as you moved into the room. He still hadn’t noticed your presence. He was staring down at his feet trying to steady his breathing, you assumed so he could run through the choreography again. You walked slowly into the room, stopping just in front of him. He jumped a little when noticing your presence to which you gave a slight giggle.

“Babe, what are you doing here?” he asked looking up.

You moved to pull him off the floor, looking at the clock that sat on the wall behind him. He turned to see what you were looking at, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as he realized the time.

“I’m sorry.” he reached for his water bottle, taking a sip before continuing. “I wanted more practice time.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “You could’ve answered your phone.”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “It died…”

You sighed, staring over your sweaty, exhausted boyfriend. His face was flushed and perspiration drenched his forehead making his hair stick to it in an unattractive way.

You smirked. “You look like a hot mess.”

He looked towards the mirror, observing his disheveled appearance. He smirked, whipping his head towards you. You furrowed your eyebrows. He ran up to you, pulling you into a sweaty hug, you shrieked trying to free yourself.

“Kwon Soonyoung!” You scolded, pushing him off of you.

He giggled, his eyes crinkling up at the sides, something you loved to see. You shook your head, fighting the smile that threatened to make its way onto your face.

“You’re gross,” you mumbled.

He stuck his tongue at you before turning away from you to gather his stuff together. You took the time to look around the practice room. From where you stood you could see why he stayed so late, 12 fewer bodies to deal with. Just himself and the music. No one to disrupt his flow, well until you came along.

You smiled, looking over at him as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder. He looked up, catching you staring and gave you a cute smile before holding out his hand. You chuckled grabbing his outstretched hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Let's go home,” he said nodding towards the hallway.

You nodded, following him to the door. He stopped right at the door before turning to you with furrowed brows.

“You’re in your pajamas…”

You scoffed, pushing him out the door. “Let's go home.”

“You didn't have time to change?”

“Soonyoung!”

He chuckled pulling you into his side leaving a sweet kiss on your temple.

“Let’s just get home,” you sighed, moving out from under his sweaty arm.

He looked down at you with the biggest grin you had ever seen. You tilted your head to the side, your nose scrunched up in confusion.

“I love you,” he said making you blush.

“I love you too Soons.”

[adoreweewoo]

Step By Step

Wonwoo x Non-Gendered Reader

Genre: hurt and comfort, Married!au

Plot: You knew life as the partner of an idol was going to be rough. There were going to be ups and downs and all in the eyes of the media and the fans of your husband's group Seventeen. What you hadn't anticipated was seeing your husband kissing someone else on the front page of your morning paper.

Content: Cheating, crying, children, counseling

Multi Chapter. In Progress.

Read it on AO3

[cinnawon]

“even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise”

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[soonrongs]

Don’t wanna cry x faceless

[udonjongdae]

“Its intense color … made it a favorite of royalty and nobility and it was coveted as a status symbol. The association between purple and royalty … persists in many cultures today”

Happy Birthday to the positive, hardworking, persistent, talented, caring, one and only Wen Junhui!! Dancer, singer, artist, and more, all in a completely foreign country – every carat is in awe of what you do every single day. Even when we think you’re already amazing, you surprise us by doing even more. It is a joy to see you grow more comfortable being yourself as time goes on, and although sometimes your jokes are ridiculous, you are loved all the more for them. We know you’ll accomplish even more in the coming year, but hope you get to see your family more c: As always, we wish you happiness and health, and will return your love for CARAT a hundredfold!!! #HappyJUNday