You were on top of the world with the new title of leader of your family’s clan. You were the strongest clan in all of the orient and you were proud. But your family feels that there are threats still lurking around making you a target. When they introduce you to a potential man for a business and marriage merger will it help your clan or make matters worse?
Jooheon X OC, Shonwu X OC, Wonho X OC
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Handsome Disaster (Completed)
When the school bad boy and womanizer Hoseok turns his attention on you it’s hard to ignore. Especially with your best friends being in a relationship and living five doors down from each other.
Hoseok X OC
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Beautiful Nightmare- Sequel to Handsome Disaster
Handling a husband and child on top of a work life was hard work. But just as you think that you have the rest of your life laid out with a clear path many obstacles stand in you and Hoseok’s way. Is your love for one another enough to stand all trial and tests of faith or will it break you and your family apart?
Hoseok X OC
Part one Part two Part three
Oneshots
Homecoming (M)
Wonho just finished a tour overseas, and being able to come home to you was the relief that he needed. However, there were a few other things that needed…relief
Reactions
Reaction to you getting sick after having sex
Reaction to you using the safe word
Reaction to you being loud during sex
Reaction to you teasing them in front of the other members
Superhero/abilities AU. Angst and slowburn with a happy ending
Explicit gore and depictions of violence; dementia mention; self endangerment.
42k as of chapter 2/3
『 One might argue that there is little difference between a hero and a civilian: bravery, hubris, perhaps loyalty.
Could a Ren breathe in this foul odour, tolerate how his words - once prophetic - were now nothing more than heresay? Could a civilian listen to inaudible whispers, feel the sting of his teeth breaking skin?
Did it really matter when it all bled into one? 』
Ping pong.
Ten watched the ball go back and forth, his eyes on the small white circle that bounced back and forth between the paddles. He didn’t play this often, if ever, and he certainly didn’t think he was half as good as either of them as the ball ricocheted from one end to the other.
“You’re so bad at this,” she taunted Hoseok, her hand loosely wrapped around the handle as she grinned. “Put your back into it. You scared of versing Ten?”
His gaze shifted, eyes burning into the side of Hoseok’s skull as he gauged the man’s reaction.
Hoseok smiled despite his faux show of exasperation. “Scared? I thought I’d let you win so I can see you eat shit later on.”
“Wow.” Her eyebrow was raised, looking over at him with an expression that he knew was full of mischief. “You hear that? You’re held in high esteem.”
Something warm bubbled within him, almost unpleasant if not for the smile that tugged at the edges of his lips. “You need to get better before you compete against me.”
“Uh, don’t get cocky.” The ping pong ball soared with the ferocity of a bullet, hitting him in the leg and he winced despite himself, trying to discreetly rub the area of impact. “I let you win.”
“ You get too cocky,” he couldn’t help but retort, narrowly dodging yet another ping pong ball that threatened to go straight through him. “What’s the score?”
“8:3,” Hoseok replied, placing his paddle down onto the table as he stretched - arms behind his back while Ten stared for a moment before changing his line of sight and hindering his desire to linger on the taunt muscle. “I admit defeat.”
“Step into the ring,” she said, Hoseok moving aside to let him into his space, the faint smell of leather lingering in the air. Ten ignored it, choosing to keep his peace of mind intact.
With his body in the arena, he prepared for the storm - the category 5 hurricane that came in the form of a ping pong ball being shot at his stomach with force enough to bruise.
“Are you trying to kill him?” Hoseok quipped, leaning closer as if to see if the ball had seared a hole through the sinewy muscles.
Not even a glance up was offered as she batted the ball back that Ten served. “Does he look dead?”
Despite himself, a small smile made the corner of his lips twitch when Hoseok looked at him. “Are you dead?”
He hummed, tilting his head so soft, honey skin was exposed. “Do you want to check?”
The flustered expression on the older man was worth it.
As much fun as badminton had been, there was something so much more fun about a game where he wasn’t continuously dominating. Though, strangely, ping pong was proving to be more tiring than he thought it would be.
This time, he lost on the best to best to ten, failing when he was distracted by Hoseok for a split second as the mansquirted water into his mouth from his squeezy bottle.
The phone buzzed and Hoseok stepped aside, disappearing to the bathroom to answer the call before returning once again. “I have to go.” He looked at his phone, a pensive expression on his face. “Eomma is asking for me.”
“Oh, is she okay?” She asked, paddle dropped onto the table and Ten watched it bounce, the sound ringing in his ears before it fell still. Her eyes remained on Hoseok, the man’s nod almost missed had Ten not glanced at him at the last second.
Yet… there was something strange that nagged at him, a feeling that Hoseok wasn’t being honest. But he had no basis for this, and he had no intention of antagonising someone who was his friend’s close friend.
The phone was shoved into his pocket. “Yes, don’t worry. I just don’t want to keep her waiting.” Brown eyes met his, and Ten blinked - surprised by the sudden and unexpected eye contact. “Sorry for leaving early. I’ll make it up to you.”
“No, it’s okay. You should prioritise your mother.” He waved off the apology, not seeing a need for it (be it sincere or otherwise). “We’ll see you later.”
When Hoseok left, it was with an air of swiftness, his jacket half off his body as he left, giving them both one more glance before bowing his head and heading through the door - the sound of it closing echoing through the room.
Ten picked up the paddle, an eyebrow raised in invitation and she took it after a moment of watching the door. He ignored the way his stomach knotted.
“You look at him like you like him.” The words were light with a teasing lilt, though he focused intently on her expression, trying to decipher even the faintest flutter of her lashes.
The paddle was held up across her body, like she was preparing to launch the most powerful smack of all time onto him. “You look like you need to shut up.”
“Is that confirmation or denial?”
“I like him as a friend,” she replied, and the knot tightened.
For some reason, he couldn’t help but push on this. “Really?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind being more but we’ve never spoken about it and I’m not going to be the one to bring it up.”
God. He should have just dropped it.
“I see.” Ten batted the ball, lacking the lustre he had just a few minutes ago. When he looked up, she didn’t meet his gaze. “Does he not show interest?”
“I don’t know. We’re the same as always.” She shrugged and Ten forced his mouth shut, not wanting to ask anymore questions that he wouldn’t like the answer to. “Hoseok’s really nice, yeah. I honestly thought you’d like him. He seems like your type.”
Now, Ten couldn’t help but furrow his eyebrows. Sure, he thought Hoseok was extremely handsome, as did anyone with eyes, but his type…? “What do you mean?”
“You know, you said you liked older men, the kind and strong type. He’s basically that, no?”
For once, he was unsure of what to say. “I guess.”
The ball hit his face, her laughter following. “If you like him, I’ll wing woman for you.”
“Shut up.”
“Ten and Hoseok sitting in a tree-”
By now, he should have been used to her stupid comments. They normally passed right over him, but this one was getting on his nerves. “Don’t even finish that.”
Her hands were held up in surrender. “Yes, Sir.”
This silly woman…
Ten smiled despite himself, passing the ball to her again and they resumed their match - the ball never once leaving its designated area. He tried to focus on the back and forth, attention locked on the flicks of her wrist as she tried to get him out with random bursts of energy or pathetic swipes.
But, his mind was occupied. “What does Hyung work as?”
“He’s an insurance broker at Sachin,” she replied, gaze flickering between the table and him.
He mouthed the words, tasting them on his tongue and they left a strange after taste - one that was difficult to discern. “That’s really good. How long has he been there?”
“For a long time, actually. I think he got in on an internship when he was a teen?”
That achievement was impressive, especially considering how lucrative Sachin was with their staff and hiring process. “Wow. He must have been really lucky to get in.”
The ping pong ball flew past his arm in the split second of distraction. “Lucky like me”-Ten rolled his eyes-“yeah. But he’s told me he doesn’t know how he feels about the job anymore. I mean, it was obvious. He works part time but he’s really burnt out.”
“Why doesn’t he quit?” Hoseok hardly seemed like he was struggling for money, considering the random luxurious items he would catch on the man, from the diesel cut out shirts to the Graff watch on his wrist.
“He’s in a contract with them for another 4 years, and it’s not worth the hassle to get out of it, supposedly.”
Ten nodded, knowing a little too intimately what it was like to be trapped at a dead end. “Oh. I hope it gets better.”
“Yeah.” She served once again, the ball flying by and she laughed loudly. “You’re losing your touch already.”
Oh hell no. He was not taking that lying down!
20 minutes later, with their time almost up, they had scraped their way into a draw that was unbeatable. Even though they wanted to play another round, the people were already outside and waiting for the hand to hit the hour.
“Next week I’ll beat you,” she promised, tucking the rackets away as Ten wheeled in the table, pretending to crush her between it and the wall. “Sore loser.”
“You didn’t even win.”
“Don’t care.”
With one last side eye, Ten parted ways with her at the reception desk - watching her leave through the revolving doors.
Just as he was about to leave, his eyes caught onto the record book, and something told him to go closer. Ten glanced at the page, flickering through them all before he stopped on the comment he had left weeks ago after the hall was left a little messy.
Underneath, in neat, meticulous writing was a note he had neglected to see: ‘Sorry for the mess ㅠ_ㅠ. Hope it was better for you this time! - Hoseokie-Hyung ♡’
rating: e (18+)
reader: f
summary: that’s where you came in, you were the one that the companies went to when they wanted leather goods for their idols to wear. your studio was a level higher and next door to a fabric shop but you got your leather from sellers on the other side of the city. your work felt like a painting, or a puzzle. you admired the work on the leather but figuring out how to please everyone was a mind twisting puzzle.
tags: unrequited feelings, smut, angst, table sex, studio sex, riding
a/n: would wonho be an american rabbit (the white ones) or an english lop (the floppy eared ones)?
you hated these meetings, you really did. watching the big wigs of the design department for the company you partnered with to decide what was going to look good on stage. upcoming tours were a big commotion.
that’s where you came in, you were the one that the companies went to when they wanted leather goods for their idols to wear. your studio was a level higher and next door to a fabric shop but you got your leather from sellers on the other side of the city. your work felt like a painting, or a puzzle. you admired the work on the leather but figuring out how to please everyone was a mind twisting puzzle.
but you had a favourite client. since going solo wonho or hoseok lee found a liking to your craftsmanship. he felt like he owed you for sitting through all these meetings. he could read on your face that you’d much rather be at your studio cutting, sewing, measuring and crafting. your worn hands were made for the creation of goods, not hastily writing down notes as it felt like everyone was talking at the same time.
“ma’am, what time is a good time for wonho to come by for measurements.”
you perked up, attention on you, “oh well. i was going to say that i could use the measurements from last time, but someone had to bulk up even more.” you pointed your pen at the man across the table.
there was laughter, hoseok smiled, he crossed his arms and his smiled remained, “well, maybe i just like making your job harder.”
you broke out into a grin. after almost two years of working together, you could get away with jokes like that. he had spent enough of his off time at your studio to be able to crack a few jokes.
“so are we looking at a complete set of a harness that goes across the chest, around the arms and then highlighting his thighs? just so i know what i’m working with. it would be a pain to buy too little of the leather.” you remarked then tapped your pen against your painted lips. you weren’t the biggest lipstick user but you couldn’t come into this meeting without looking polished like a gem.
“if it’s not enough, i could always drive you.” he remarked uncrossing his arms and leaning a little more forward in his seat.
“i’ll survive on my bus pass mr. lee.” you responded. you never knew what he saw in you, you were a foreigner with calloused hands and a skill for creating all manners of leatherwork.
the meeting continued, but hoseok seemed more interested in the way your pen pressed against your lips and as you listened intently the lid covered bottom of the pen entered your mouth.
strange, strange man that lee hoseok.
the date for a fitting was settled on next thursday, but you knew what he wanted when he showed up two hours early dressed in a tank top, baggy overcoat and jeans with that small gold chain. when people asked about he said he bought it for himself, but he knew that it was the christmas present you got for him that he never took off.
when the blinds were drawn over the windows of your studio, your back was pressed up against the table. you pulled at his jacket which he shedded as his lips never left yours. large hands on your hips as he groped your sides, pushing up the baggy t-shirt your wore.
“missed you.” he said.
“missed you too, i wish you texted more.”
he rested his cheek against your collarbone, you were now in just your bra and jeans. he wrapped his strong arms around you, “north american tours are hell. i want to do my best, which means pushing myself harder.”
“i know.” you kissed his dark hair, “and i’ll be here cheering you on.” six month together, or rather together in secret. under the guise of visiting for the custom orders. but in reality he wanted to see you.
he kissed your jaw, “let me make it up to you.” as if sending you flowers every week or sending you an uber eats order to make sure you ate, or the lengthy text messages about how close he is to just putting your face all over his socials. everyone should know about you, he said. and you told him in time, for now you didn’t want to seem like you were getting better orders because you were dating him. you didn’t want either of your works to be discounted.
he pulled you in for another searing kiss as you started to deal with his leather belt, the belt you made for him. in the process groping his bulge as you feverishly made out.
“i would like to know what kind of leather you want to use.” you teased.
his lips kissed and bit at your neck, “whatever one makes me look good. i want them all to know you made this harness for me.” he purred in your ear before his assault on your neck continued.
soon enough you were both naked and he was seated on top of your table, he pushed all your work out of the way to beckoned you to join him. you made out on his lap, straddling his waist, knees digging into the hard table. he laid back and pushed the locks out of his eyes.
dark eyes gazed up at you, he said as he face wound up when you seated yourself on his cock, “i can’t wait to show the world you’re mine my little leather maker.”
you pinned his hands above his head and looked into his eyes, “i’m a leatherworker, hoseok.” then kissed him on the cheek, “ and you’re the beauty i do up in the finest goods. i spoil you.”
he leaned up for a kiss but you pulled away. he said with his mouth hanging open, “then i should spoil you too.” he groaned as you started to move your hips up and down. your pussy engulfed his cock with the sound of slick wetness.
the table creaked a little but you were more focused on the lust in your client’s eyes as you rode him. you kept his hands over his head, it laid in the midst of your materials. it was a sight to behold to see such a beautiful man laid out amongst the leatherwork you adored.
you two continued to make out passionately as your hips moved against his, your nails dug into the skin fo his wrists as you rode yourself on him. his hard length twitched inside of you as he panted and moaned, face tensing up with every hard hit of pleasure.
“like that.” you purred.
“i like you.” he responded. i love you, he thought. your kisses moved down his chest where you left wet kisses and he prayed you’d leave a small mark. something to carry you by every day until it healed. he’d let you make him all over if it meant carrying you like that, then maybe he could tell the world about his love for you. how he wanted you more than he needed to breathe.
the sex continued, your chest pressed against his. your body jiggling with the movement of your hips, your pussy a vice around his hard cock. your walls hugged him in a sweet, slick heat as you hips moved providing the friction you both so desired.
“you’re amazing.”
“you’re amazing too.”
you’re a goddess, he thought.
i want you more than anything, you thought.
the movements picked up, the sound of sex in the large room. bodies moved together with a symphony that he never wanted to end. he loved how you felt against him, your passion, your warmth, your everything. eventually he used. a bit more of his strength and got out of your hold where he grabbed your face and cupped it. he pulled you in for a searing kiss.
his tongue slipped into your mouth as you breathing rapidly through your nose as your bodies moved together against the hard table surface. you let out a small moan as your kiss deepened. his other hand on your hip, guiding you up and down on his length.
“fucking beautiful.” he said as he pulled away from this kiss, blush seared across his skin. he groaned loudly as you rubbed just right against the right spot. both hands now on your hips as he guided you up and down faster on his cock. the pleasure for both of you left you wordless.
it was like the words were on the tip of your tongue but fell down your throat when you felt the sparks of pleasure behind your eyes. you gripped onto him, nails dug into his pecks as you rode him with such a passion.
“fuck, hoseok.” you panted, feeling the curl of pleasure tighten deep in you. you swallowed back the need to scream from the pleasure and panted wildly, losing your mind to the passions of sex on your workbench.
“yes, yes.’ he grunted as your movements continued. he leaned forward a little bit, curving his back to get closer to you but as the hit of pleasure rolled through him he rested back on the table and felt the temperature in his body rise more.
the room grew hot as time went on, your bodies moving together like horny rabbits in the middle of your studio. your hope that you weren’t going to breed like them. the thought made a chuckle bloom in your lap but it never left your mouth as you were pulled in by the shoulder for another searing kiss.
you panted and let out a series of loud quick moans in tune to every jump of your hips. eyes glazed over as you opened them and your brain felt foggy, all you could rely on was the tight vice of pleasure in your gut.
your bodies were sweaty, pleasure coursed through your veins like a drug. it wasn’t long before hoseok was joining your movements to push even deeper into you. and with a few hard hitting thrusts, his head hit hard against the table, toes curled and a strangled groan exit his lips as he orgasmed. painting you white from the inside.
you were panting as you gripped onto him, pushing yourself as far as you could onto his heavy, big cock. it pushed at your walls and stretched with as his balls hit against the back of your pussy with every hard thrust. soon enough you were moaning into the echoing room of your studio. your movements slowed down and you grip on him loosened.
you pushed your hair out of your eyes as you let out a small moan in completion. you both were in silence for a few moments to catch your breath before hoseok pulled you to his chest and held you tightly.
“please.’ he said quietly, “let me show you off to the world.”
you swallowed and responded, “why don’t we get started on which leather you want.” avoiding the question. hoseok’s grip relaxed and you were able to get out of it, slipping off the table to get your clothes.
soon he was up too, pleasure ran cold by your response. even if he couldn’t have you on his arm all the time, at least he could still feel you close in moments like that. and when you touched his body during the process of making your leatherwork.
as he gazed at you from behind, he whispered to himself, “i love you, my little leatherworker.”
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Pairing: Shin Hoseok x reader | Genre: slight smut, angst & fluff | Warnings: slight impregnation kink, lies & secrets, mentions of vomiting and hospitals | WC: 2.3k
“Wonho,” You moaned out in pleasure. Your boyfriend of a few years was currently rutting into you, his pace becoming more sloppy the closer he came to his release. You dug your nails into his back, pressing your lips to his shoulder and sucking harshly to muffle your whimpers.
He moaned into your neck once he felt your tight walls constricting against his hard length, “Y/N, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”
“Then cum,” You teased back.
In all honesty, you were about to as well. You could feel the walls of your cunt tightening the more his cock brushed against them. This was such a spur of the moment thing, he hadn’t put on a condom, and you weren’t on birth control yet and to be honest, it felt a lot better without one. The past few times you’d had sex, Wonho had pulled out seconds before spilling his seed. Though, you didn’t want that this time. You wanted to feel him fill you up.
“Cum inside me baby, please. Fill me up with your seed,” You whined and Wonho groaned, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second.
“Gonna fill you up so good with my babies. Get you nice and pregnant. You’re going to swell up with my baby in you,” He grunted and after one final thrust, you were both moaning out each other’s name and riding through your highs together.
He pulled out after a few seconds and you winced at the slight overstimulation. You felt his cum pouring out of you and it made your thighs press together, though, Wonho had other plans as he pushed them apart before plunging two of his fingers inside of you, catching you off guard, “Gonna get every last drop in there, fill you up nice and good,” He teased, sucking the sweet spot between your shoulder blade and base of your neck. You wiggled at the overstimulation, but you didn’t ask him to stop until you were coming undone again, this time, unexpectedly around his fingers.
It didn’t take long for Wonho to sit up, licking his fingers clean as he smirked down at you. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours briefly and you tasted the salty mix of yours and his seed, “That was hot,” He said and you smiled tiredly, “Let me clean you up,” He kissed your forehead and left, coming back a few minutes later with a warm rag and wiped you clean.
You snuggled closely next to him as your eyes fluttered closed, still in the aftermath of your bliss.
***
A few weeks later you noticed that Wonho was busier than ever. He was preparing a new album and had been in and out of the studio at all hours of the day. Sometimes he would spend all night there. You missed him of course, but you knew this was his passion and his calling, you had no reason to be angry at him. One morning though, you woke up to an empty bed and your stomach just didn’t feel right. You quickly sat up and sprinted to the bathroom just in time to start puking the takeout you had eaten last night into the porcelain bowl. After a few minutes, you leaned against the tub and took in a deep breath. You assumed it was the food you had eaten last night and thought nothing more of it. You called in sick to work just to give your body a rest for the day.
When Wonho returned home in the early afternoon, he was surprised to find you home and not at work, “Everything okay?” He hummed tiredly as he crawled next to you as he laid his head on your chest and lazily threw an arm around your stomach.
You unconsciously played with his hair and nodded, “I’m fine, I think It was just some bad takeout last night.”
He frowned at your words before his eyes already closed, “I’ll sleep for a little and go get you some medicine, love.”
You chuckled and he quickly fell asleep. True to his word, when he woke up he had run down to the store to buy you some medicine before heading back to work. You took it and ate some soup and settled in for the night with a movie in bed.
***
Roughly, another two weeks went by and you were no better. You would spend the better part of your morning dry heaving over the toilet and puking up whatever your stomach had left. You started to have weird cravings for foods and drinks and from time to time, you would feel light-headed and more exhausted than normal.
Wonho had insisted on taking you to the doctor, but you had told him that you would call a cab and not to worry, “I want to be there for you if you aren’t feeling well love,” He looked at you worriedly, “Because what if it’s something bad?”
You shook your head at him with a small smile, kissing his cheek, “It’s just a bug, baby, trust me. Go work and don’t worry. I’ll call you if it’s anything serious,” As much as he didn’t want to let you go alone, he relented and listened to you. He had a lot to do right now and really couldn’t afford even taking just a few hours off.
At the hospital, you were checked out with a few scans and blood tests, “When was your last period dear?” The nurse asked you and you went to answer before freezing. You were supposed to have gotten your period three weeks ago, “Ma’am?” The nurse asked again, looking over to your shocked expression. You could only stare at her and she hummed, trying to give you a comforting smile, “Don’t worry. I’ll just draw some blood to make sure, okay?” You nodded and a few minutes later there were two vials of blood with your name stamped on it being sent off.
The whole time you were a mess of anxiety. You and Wonho had talked about having children. It wasn’t something he was opposed to, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. It was just a kink that was kept in the bedroom. He was still working on his solo career and didn’t have enough time to help care for a baby at the moment. You were in agreeance as sometimes your job also had odd hours due to you starting off in the fashion industry. Neither of you could properly care for a baby at this point in your lives.
“We have the results dear,” The nurse said, sending you an uneasy smile and you wanted to vomit again right then and there, “You’re pregnant. Almost a month along now,” She said slowly, “The exhaustion, dizziness, morning sickness, are all symptoms of your pregnancy. Your iron levels are extremely low as well as your blood sugar. So, we’ll have to monitor that and start you on some supplements,” Anything and everything she was saying was going in one ear and out the other.
How were you going to tell Wonho? What would he say? He probably wouldn’t even want to stay with you. He wasn’t ready for a baby and you weren’t either but now it was here and you were going to have one in just eight months. After sending you on your way and giving you some supplements, you mindlessly stared out the window as you sat in the cab on the way home.
When Wonho returned late that night, you were already asleep and he frowned. You hadn’t called him after your follow up appointment, so, he assumed that it was just a bug and he was panicking for no reason. He loved you; he couldn’t help but worry. Not wanting to wake you, he lightly kissed your cheek and fell asleep beside you.
The next morning, you woke up and before you could be happy at the fact Wonho was actually home for once in the morning, you jumped out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom. Emptying the contents of your stomach, you felt Wonho come pull your hair back and rub your back, kneeling behind you, “I think this is more than a bug love,” He murmured after you seemed to be done.
You weakly smiled at him, leaning back into his chest, “Just a bug,” You sighed out.
He didn’t believe you this time, he knew you were lying. He wasn’t stupid. He might not be home as much as he usually is, but he knew the signs. Feeling sick for most of the morning, sometimes the late afternoon. Your weird craving for pickles and peanut butter. The exhaustion and dizziness. He also remembered you hadn’t asked him to go out and buy you tampons this month and he knew you were running low. He didn’t track your period, but he had a general idea of when it should be.
“I think I just need to sleep some more,” You mumbled, already half asleep in his lap.
As much as he wanted to question you, he would ask you when you woke up, but right now, you needed rest and he was willing to wait. He picked you up and tucked you back into bed, deciding he was staying home today to keep an eye on you. If it was what he thought it was, you two needed to talk. Your phone started ringing loudly on the bedside table and he quickly reached over, silencing it.
He wasn’t going to answer, but when the hospital name flashed across the screen he had too. What if it was worse than what he assumed? What if you had some terminal illness? He stepped out of the room and answered, “Hello?”
“Hi! This is Minah from Seoul General. I was calling to speak with Y/N about setting up her two-month check-up appointment?” Wonho choked on air for a second. So, you were pregnant. He was a little angry you hadn’t told him about it. How long did you think you could hide it from him? Why did you feel you had too? He quickly set up the appointment for you and made note to remind you about it later on.
Walking back into the room, you were stirring in your sleep as you awoke and rubbed your eyes as you stared at Wonho, “Is everything okay?” You frowned. He looked a little tense and honestly, a little mad.
“The hospital called,” He stated and you gulped, feeling your stomach churn.
“O-oh,” You stuttered, averting your gaze to the neutral-colored blanket.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sitting at the other end of the bed. You felt guilt rise up in your chest and your eyes start to water a little, “This could have been serious, Y/N!” His voice was a little louder now, “She said to make sure you’re taking the supplements because your levels are low! I haven’t seen you take anything yet!”
You looked up at him with glassy eyes and sniffled, “I-I have been taking them. I promise. Just when you a-aren’t around,” Wonho sighed in frustration, tossing your phone on the bed. You bit down harshly on the inside of your cheek. This was it. He was going to leave you now. He couldn’t have a baby.
“Gosh, I wish you would’ve told me sooner so I could have talked to the label about the next steps,” You looked up at him, a little surprised. Next steps means he didn’t want to leave you, right? There’s no way Wonho would ask his label how to break up with his pregnant girlfriend.
“N-next steps?” You questioned, confused.
He nodded, grabbing your hand, “When to tell the fans, the time off I’m going to need. Then there’s telling our friends and our families. Oh! My mom’s going to want to throw you a huge baby shower! And do you really think I’m letting you go to the doctors appointments on your own? I need to be a little selfish here. That’s my son or daughter too!”
You couldn’t form words. You were almost positive that he wasn’t going to take the news well; that he was going to leave you. That you were going to be a single mom and struggling to make ends meet, “Earth to Y/N,” He waved his hand in front of your eyes.
You blinked at him, “Y-you’re not going to leave me?”
He looked taken aback by your words and a little hurt, “Why would I do that?” A tear fell from your eyes and he was quick to wipe it away, pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you.
“I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore! You said you weren’t ready for a baby. I’m not ready!” You cried.
He kissed the crown of your head, eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, “We aren’t prepared, yes,” He started, pushing your chin up to meet his gaze, “It’s not the ideal time, but things happen, baby. I can’t wait to be a father and you’re going to make an amazing mother. I’d never leave you for that. Never. You’re stuck with me now for basically ever.”
You laughed at that and he smiled, pecking your lips, “We’ll figure it out, together,” You nodded, leaning back into his chest and lacing your fingers together, “Now,” he said, picking you up and carrying you to the living room, “We can start preparing!” You looked at him, confused. He wanted to start already? You hadn’t even eaten yet, “Baby names!”
You smiled as he pulled up Naver on his laptop and started typing in the search bar. You sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he talked animatedly.
Why you ever doubted him in the first place was a mystery to you. You’d never make that mistake again.
Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, wounds, shirtless Wonho, fear of abandonment and death
Wonho closed his eyes in relaxation as Y/N dabbed a damp cloth on the cut beneath his eye. The alcohol stung the open wound, but Y/N reassured him it would heal within time. The serum in his veins was already helping the bruises on his body disappear and the aches in his muscles ease up. However, nothing could put him at ease more than just seeing his sweet wife’s face.
He had returned from a mission, but not without a few bumps and bruises. Y/N helped him shower to cleanse himself of dirt, mud, and any dried blood from his skin and wounds; but he had to hold himself up mostly as he felt his legs wanting to give out at any moment. Being the caring and loving wife she was, Y/N helped him sit down at one point while she scrubbed him down gently as if he were a child at bathtime. His energy felt drained from him. He was ready to just curl up next to Y/N and sleep once she finished patching him up.
This all led to where he was now, sitting on the closed toilet and letting her clean his face up. His soiled suit in the special washer gifted to them by Stark.
He let out a wince at one point, Y/N kissing the area right after. She didn’t say a word. In fact, she hadn’t said anything since he returned home and greeted her with an “I’m home” kiss.
“Please, say something, angel,” Wonho begged after she finished cleaning his face. “The silence is torture. I want to help you if something’s wrong.”
Y/N just stared into the mirror for a moment before closing her eyes, seemingly holding back tears. Her lip quivered in the process, but took a deep breath before speaking.
“I just don’t want her to grow up without her dad,” Y/N sighed, her hands holding her five-month pregnant belly.
“What do you mean?” her husband asked, taking her hand. “I’m never leaving you nor our little princess.”
“I don’t mean abandonment,” she sniffs and stares down at what she could see of her feet. “What if this all gets too much for you, but you don’t realize it until it’s too late? I know you want to help and protect people, baby, but I’m scared you won’t ever come back to me. I’m scared of waking up one day, and Stark or Romanoff or any of the other Avengers call me and say that you were killed.”
Wonho’s heart broke upon listening to her rant. He hated having to leave her home when he had a mission to complete, even more so now that they were about to become parents in less than four months. He had thought about passing on the shield in order to be there more for Y/N and their baby when she was born and just for a quiet life for a while, but Y/N had always insisted that he keep at it and not just retire for her or the baby’s sake.
Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, careful not to hurt him, and buried her face in her broad chest. Quiet sobs could be heard as her body began to shake, and Wonho’s arms immediately embraced her.
“I’m scared of losing you,” she sobbed.
“Shh, angel,” he cooed as he pets her head. He wanted to take the pain away, but all he could do was hold her while her tears fell onto his bare and bruised shoulder.
Once she had calmed down, Wonho lifted her head to where her eyes met his. His thumb wiped her tears away before he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His hand went to her belly, a little foot or hand kicking at his large palm.
“The reason I go,” he says, “is because I want to protect the friends and family I have now. When I met you, you became the best part of that equation; and now that we have a little one on the way, I want her to live in a world where she won’t have to worry about the monsters from space or the evil masterminds corrupting organizations, or even people who want to see her fighting with friends. I know that’s not reality, but I want her to have the happiest life she can.”
Y/N holds his hand and smiles softly. “She will,” she promises. “She’ll be proud of who her dad is.”
“Which is why I’m retiring the shield.”
“Wonho, I-”
But he just shook his head.
“I’ve already made up my mind, angel,” he said firmly.
He kneels down and kisses her belly, hoping his baby girl would feel how much he already loves her.
“I’m doing this for all of us,” he says.
Y/N sighs. “When are you retiring?”
“Once she arrives. I was able to talk to Fury about it, and he was able to work something out with me.”
She couldn’t be mad at him. When he had a will for something, he was going to go after a goal. It’s something that Y/N always admired about him.
He pecks her cheek and says, “Now, I want a nice long rest tonight with you in my arms.”
“That can be arranged,” Y/N smiles before kissing him.
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@flurrys-creativity @treasure-hwa (Dm to be added or removed)
resquest: hii! may i request a wonho angst fic, please? 🥺🥺 thank you in advance!! (i've translated to english)
a/n: hi love! ofc you can, here's your request, by the way, i hope you like it!! ah, and you don't need to be like this with me, we're friends!! (i was going to write it in portuguese but idk if there are people who use to read this, and i did something with ain't about you and with you, that are your favorite songs!! <3
pairing: idol!wonho x idol!fem reader
genre: angst, but with some fluff and smut undertones
contains: wonho can't help but remember about you, lee y/n, the love of his life, his wife and the mother of his beautiful daughter, in the middle of an online concert he's holding, specially when performing his new song flash, which was made just or you (the songs are not in order of albuns!! it's all mixed)
flashbacks are in italic!!!
tw// death, car accident, sasaengs!!
the concert started out with the 'smutty songs', so he wouldn't cry at the beginning, but he couldn't help but remember about when he wrote with you, thinking about you two, loving each other until the morning, or having some rough sex, it depended on the mood, but it was about you two, and he couldn't help but remember; your blissed out face, the sounds you made just for him, mewls, whimpers and moans, just for him, the love bites and scratches you leaved on his skin at hidden places so no one would figure out, your scent, your taste... everything came back to his mind in that moment
hoseok wished he could be at least turned on from the memories he had, but he was broken, he couldn't be nothing but sad remembering about his love, his sweet y/n, who's not here anymore to comfort him after a bad day, to take care of him when he's sick, to make love to him, to kiss and cuddle, to cook his favorite ramen flavors, and to help him to take care of your newborn baby, to help him to change diapers when he don't know what to do, to see you breastfeeding the sweet embodiment of your love... how he wished you were there at that moment, he couldn't believe that you'd left him, that you had left your family
he swore he lost his energy after singing open mind, thinking that he couldn't handle that anymore, he just wanted to lay on the ground and cry, hoping you could hear him and come to cuddle and comfort your husband, but wonho knew you wouldn't come
when lose started to play, he smiled a bit while singing, remembering how you got moody when you entered the set to support him and saw your man hugging the actress by behind, the same way he used to do with you while cooking or doing something important, or when he wanted to talk with the baby during your pregnancy
your pouty face was the death of him, he remembered exactly the texture of your lips on his when he was saying how sorry he was
"you're not going to say a word to me, baby?" you shook your head no "okay, so..." he leaned forward to kiss you, taking care of your growing stomach "do you forgive me now?"
"u-ugh, fine" you blushed, hearing his giggle "but please, do it with me the next time" you laughed
"i swear that in my next mv, you'll be the actress, and our little princess needs to be there too, right?" he smiled
when the sexy concept songs ment ended, a vcr came out, and he made sure to include you on the behind the scenes of the concert, the few last clips of you two together, you helping him with choreographies and figurines, a long video of you guys choosing the right outfits for open mind mv (yeah, he did some of them without the help of his staffs) playing while he changed and prepared himself to the other ment
when lost in paradise started to play, while he sang, hoseok couldn't help but remember that day in which he asked you to marry him, he asked you to be the woman of his life, and he also remembered about your wedding day, smiling widely while thinking about when the two of you started a life
'i got a feeling it's you' said the lyrics, and yes, he got that feeling, and he was completely right, it was you, the love of his life
the wedding ceremony has ended, you two were at a hill, even though he has acrophobia, he insisted to have a wedding at that place, he felt safe in your arms, and now, the two of you looked at the place, seeing the lake below you, and the beautiful view you had from the little forest, his hands still on your hips
"how does it feel to be finally my wife, love?" he smiled
"i feel like... i feel like this is all a dream" you said, caressing the hand on your hip with your other one "and i don't want to wake up. never."
he smiled widely, turning to face you, his hand still in your hip, while the other one caressed your face, carefully wiping the joyful tears that escaped from your eyes, trying his best not to ruin your makeup
"i wanted this dream to come true so bad... i feel like i'm in paradise now" he said "and i'm so happy that our dream finally came true, y/n, i love you so much, and i'll love you forever" he whispered, kissing you
yes, it was true, maybe he was really lost in paradise with you, but now, you weren't there anymore, just memories about you
even losing you seemed to have a different meaning now..... how he wished he could be there to save you, he wanted to protect you
now, it was the interview time, and he wasn't all smiley like before, and the interviewer wasn't helping that much
"so, wonho-ssi... some of your fans noticed that you're not smiling too much today... what happened?" she asked him
"i wasn't going to talk about it, but i can't hide it from wenees anymore..." he sighed "it's just that... every single thing i do here remember me from y/n, my lovely wife, who's not here anymore"
"and what happened to her?" the interviewer didn't seemed to be aware of the situation
"there might be some wenees who don't know what happened... okay, i'll explain" he felt himself getting braver to talk about what was making he lose his sleep "i've hid about my relationship with y/n for about 7 years, but when we got married, i knew lots of fans would talk about it, so our relationship became public... how could i hide this from my precious wenees? i wanted my fans to know about my family" he felt the tears starting to run on his cheeks "i was so happy when i announced that she was pregnant... i thought wenees would be happy, too, but unfortunately, some of them started to become aggressive towards y/n" he was sobbing, even the interviewer couldn't held her tears, starting to feel guilty by asking him that "some obsessive fans started to stalk her when eunbi turned 5 months old and she started to sing again... and near to our princess' 11 month anniversary, when y/n was coming back from mcountdown, some of those wen..." he corrected himself "those sasaengs collided with her car, they were at a high speed, so it was a huge accident, and she didn't resisted..." he was angry, sad, he couldn't help but cry "i couldn't thank her to be with me, to be the mom of my precious daughter... i couldn't say a last 'i love you'... the last thing we did together as artists was the ain't about you mv... and that morning, the last thing she did before going out was to feed our baby girl, and kiss me..." i miss her so much... please, y/n, come back to me... the police had arrested those girls already, but please... say that you love me one more time" all he could do was cry
the staffs thought about ending the concert without an encore, but he insisted to sing the song he wrote for you, flash, while calming himself when the cameras were off
hoseok saw eunbi, his now one year old daughter sleeping while a staff kept an eye on her, he smiled, his eyes were still red and swollen, his face was puffy, so the baby seemed to notice, even if she was still half asleep when her dad held her tightly in his arms, she managed to grab his nose while smiling with the pacifier still in her mouth, her other hand holding the bunny plushie her mom gave her in the 10 months old birthday
"my sweet eunbi" he cooed "daddy will sing a song for mommy today... will you sing with me?" the baby smiled, her pacifier almost dropping, but wonho put it back in her mouth as soon as he could
he kissed her forehead, and then, started to retouch his makeup and change the jacket, holding eunbi in his arms again, going back to the stage
he grabbed the mic, knowing that they were on air, the first public appearance of his daughter, a beautiful moment, even if it was melancholic
Tonight I am still standing
In the middle of nowhere, not knowing how you’re feeling
I’m trying to find you because
I was the only one who didn’t know
When and where it went wrong like a fool
I want to turn back time and stop it
An endless flash, my love for you
while singing, he meant each one of those words, his love for you would be infinite, he'd never stop loving you, or the huge present you left him — a precious daughter, and photos of the two of you were passing through the big screens behind him, photos of your family, wedding day, honeymoon, selcas... everything he had to remember from you
The day I hugged you for the first time
The day that will never come again
I repeat the words alone, I love you
all he wanted to do in that moment was for you to be there, to sing with him, both of you holding your daughter, smiling... being a happy family, suddenly, he remembered that day, wishing he could turn back time to the day of your first hug, he wanted to hold you in his arms forever
You shined on me like a lighthouse
When I was on my own and lost my way, flash
You were shining, flash
Will I ever forget you? I miss you
You held me like a hero
When I was unknown, tired and collapsing, flash
You were warm, flash
Will I ever find you again? I miss you
you were his light, when someone broke him, when he got into those scandals, when he couldn't go back to his fans, you were the one there, you were his flash, helping him to find the way back home, to give him the love he deserves
You left me and I’m the only one here
I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do?
I thought I cared for you more than anything
But it was my mistake, how hard was it for you?
Come back to me please, give me one more chance
Shine on me beautifully like you’ve always did
I know bae gone be the last time
This is how I’m feeling
If I can see you one last time, one love
he was calling you even now, his mind was wandering back to all the memories he had with you, his one and only love, but you weren't going to answer him, you couldn't just come back from the dead
The day I let you go from my arms
The day that will never come again
I repeat these words alone, I want to see you
suddenly, hoseok felt guilty again while singing this part, he shouldn't let you go from his arms that morning, he should've faked being sick, or anything he could just for you to be home and live a little more
You’ve given me so much
I still have more to give you back
We can’t stop like this
If I have one more chance
he wanted to do all he could for you, but you wouldn't be there to see it, and he would never be able to give back all the love and support you gave him, so he was doing his best to be happy for you even tho he's broken, he needed to be strong for his daughter
You left me and I’m the only one here
I call you but there’s no answer, what else can I do?
The shining flash, yeah
Now I can be your destiny
Like I’m your everything?
If you’re in my arms, I won’t let you go
The flash will be shining on us
I’m waiting for the day you smile again
he felt the tears teasing his eyes again, but he held them back this time, ending the song with a smile, playing with the baby in his arms, hearing eunbi's loud laugh, filling his heart with some joy, finally, and he truly smiled, laughing with her
"y/n, i love you! thank you for giving me everything!" was the last thing he shouted before ending the concert
even when you're not there anymore, he felt as if he was being the most loved man in the earth by you and your daughter
