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»» CREATURE FEATURE '20: Bad Moon Rising ♧
➥ 13.9k; Being cursed as a werecat, Wonpil often wishes he'd been bitten by a werewolf. Instead of turning into a fearsome half man, half beast every full moon, he turns into an eight pound black house cat. What will happen one night when he gets rescued by a witch named Y/N and taken to her home?
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Summary: You and Wonpil used to be lovers, soulmates even, before your priorities in life got in the way. You wanted to do anything to help your family, no matter how morally ambiguous it is, while Wonpil thought that doing the right thing was of the utmost importance, no exceptions.
Now, facing off in court years later, all the old wounds gets torn open again and things finally come to a head.
A/N: *long fart noise* this fic had the potential to be something good but I fucked it up and I’m beyond even caring.
Warnings: inconsistent writing if you’ve ever seen one, kinda femdom, unhealthy as per usual, sad little story.
The neutral, slightly intimidating mask you put on everyday was the one most people were familiar with by now. You rarely showed your real emotions anymore, not since you had lost him. His departure brought on a profound change in your life. There had already been a rift growing between who you wanted to be and who you had to be in order to survive, but when he left he took any remaining idealism left in you with him. It’s funny that the reason he left you was because he couldn’t handle your diverging moral standings, yet it was precisely his departure that cemented the turn you had taken.
Now, with him standing opposite you in the courtroom, fighting for the opposing team, you feel your mask slipping. It was hard seeing him like this. Even though it’s been years already, not having him break into that breathtaking smile of his that was like an ingrained reflex as soon as his eyes would meet yours was disquieting. Now he just frowns and looks away; his big, beautiful eyes that used to be filled to the brim with a sort of dreamy goodness were now empty and tired.
Needless to say, you weren’t on your best game. You could hardly concentrate at all during the trial, and you can bet your ass that your boss knew about your abysmal performance before it even ended. As soon as you were out of the courtroom, he was calling to give you crap about it and condescendingly remarking that if you couldn’t handle such a big case then you should’ve left it to someone who actually knew what he was doing, emphasis on the ‘He’. You assured him that everything was under control and that this wouldn’t happen again. You were just caught off guard, not that you dared tell him that last part. This was a huge case and it could either make or break your career. You couldn’t afford to get distracted by the man you had once thought to be the love of your life, and might still do…
You had to do this for your family. But it seems the man in question intends to put your resolve to the test.
You don’t know how he found you. Perhaps he had followed you out of the courthouse. Did he hear you talking on the phone to your boss? You sure hope not, not when his mere presence was forcing you to face the fact that you never got over him after all, and you didn’t need him to see that. You had hoped that the time and distance would harden your heart and heal the wounds he had inflicted upon it but all it took was one look in his eyes for them to get ripped wide open again.
If nothing else, you wanted to keep your pride. He doesn’t get to break your heart and see you still broken up about it all these years later. So you put on your mask again and smirk at him, “Good work today, Pili.”
His frown deepens at the term of endearment you used to call him when you were together. You suppose you aren’t allowed to use it anymore, which is precisely why you do. “Too bad it won’t do you any good. You always did have a soft spot for the hopeless cases.”
Wonpil puffs his chest out, subconsciously trying to look bigger under your mocking gaze. “Our case isn’t hopeless.”
“Yeah sure, whatever you say, Pili.” You roll your eyes. You should end it there, tell him you have no time for him and leave to go work harder on your case to take him and the people he represents down. But you haven’t made a levelheaded decision since the moment he came back into your life and you just can’t resist adding, “You shouldn’t be wasting your skill on these people. They’re never gonna win. Join my company. I’m sure I can find you a place.”
Wonpil’s face contorts in disgust, “You think I would ever be a part of a company like yours? You kill people!”
“My company doesn’t kill people.” You reply half-heartedly, not really up to defending your employers out of the courtroom.
“Maybe not directly but the chemicals they pollute the environment with has led to the illness and death of countless people. That’s on your hands.”
You’re not surprised that he insists on making you complicit in the actions of the company you’re representing. Wonpil always did have an absolute sense of justice, from the CEO to the janitor, everyone was equally responsible in his eyes.
“Be careful what you accuse people of, Pili. This could get you in real trouble once my company wins the lawsuit. And they will win.” You smile sadly, “They always win.”
You walk closer to him and reach out for his hand tentatively. You’re surprised when he lets you, and you take a moment to just hold it, feeling the familiar, yet almost-forgotten, weight of it in your own hands. When you lace your fingers together, they fit as perfectly as they did years ago, the heat of him permeating through yours like blood through a corpse revived.
You know you couldn’t let yourself get carried away for long. You needed to say what you had to say and then withdraw back into yourself when he inevitably rejects you. Rubbing your thumb over the web of skin between his thumb and index, you take a few moments to steady your breath as you willfully shed years worth of mental defenses to allow him to gaze onto the real you, naked from any pretenses and completely vulnerable against the bottomless darkness you see in his own eyes.
“I’ve missed you so much, you can’t even know. I… I still want you.” You weren’t sure if it was just your voice that was trembling or your entire body—you were holding too tightly onto his hand to be able to tell. “It’s not too late for us. We can still be together. What you’re doing right now is admirable, fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves. You’ve got the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen… but it’s a losing battle. There is no hope for them, but there is for us. We can have a good life together.”
His lips press together into a thin line and he yanks his hand back, almost throwing you forward when you don’t react fast enough to untangle your fingers as he steps away from you, looking disgusted at the mere thought of what you’re suggesting. “If you really think that I’d not only abandon these people but actually work against them then you don’t know me at all.”
“Oh, I know you.” You look down at your now empty hands, muttering tiredly, “I just hoped that you might’ve changed.”
“And I wish you didn’t. I don’t even know who you are anymore. You’re nothing like the girl I once fell in love with. You’re a monster.”
You let out a bark of laughter to hide the stabbing pain his words delivered right into the center of your chest, cutting up your tattered heart all over again. “And did you follow me all this way just to say that? Aw, Pili, you shouldn’t have.”
He glares at you, utter contempt displayed on his face.
“I hate you.” He curses out before he leaves, not sparing you a second glance, and for that you were thankful. You could barely stomach the fact that the broken woman who was openly sobbing in the middle of the street in broad daylight was you—you didn’t need him to see that.
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Just like you hadn’t expected to ever face off with him in a courtroom, you also never expected him to show up at your place only days after your less-than-sweet reunion.
“What are you doing here?” You stand with your arms folded over your chest, feeling resentful that he’s forcing you to deal with the heartache he brought with him into your own residence. “How did you even know where my apartment is?”
“You’ve messed with my damn head.” He accuses, looking deeply agitated as he paces back and forth in your living room.
The audacity of this man! He sought you out first, then he rejected you, and now he barges into your home and claims you are messing with him?
You plant your body in his path to stop his pacing, and ask, putting emphasis on each word, “Why. are. you. here?”
He stares at you for a second, exasperated and contemplating what to say, but each time a sentence starts forming, he bites it back abruptly. Huffing, he runs his hand through his hair haphazardly and tries to get past you to start pacing again.
But you jump into action, your hands shooting out to grab him and hold him in place. You won’t let him play games with you. You won’t be able to handle it.
In the process of holding on to him to try to keep him in place, you had gotten much closer to him in proximity. With your arms almost enveloping him, your heart starts beating erratically. This was the closest you’d been to him in years, and by the looks of it, Wonpil wasn’t completely unfazed by it either.
“What do you want from me, Wonpil?” You ask, suddenly feeling weary as if all the fight has seeped out of your body.
His eyes flit down to your lips as you talk, and they linger there even after you’re done, giving you your answer. Wonpil was never particularly good at hiding his feelings, something he would readily admit to if asked, and you take advantage of it.
You raise your hand to his face carefully as if he’s a frightened animal you don’t want to scare off. When he feels your hand on his cheek, he finally looks you in the eyes again, and you feel a twinge of pity at the helplessness you see in his gaze.
Taking in a deep breath, you ask slowly, “Do you want to kiss me, Wonpil?”
You knew you shouldn’t be doing this; it will only open up your wounds further, but you’ve never gotten to say goodbye to him, and you knew that if you miss this-- probably last-- chance to be with him, you will live to regret it even more.
You’re so lost in your own head that you miss the subtle nod Wonpil gives you and, antsy by your lack of response, he makes the first move, pressing his lips to your own.
It’s an awkward kiss, tight-lipped and uncoordinated as Wonpil is unsure of what he is allowed to do, but feeling the urgency to touch you anyway. His hands are all over you, but not in a good way. They would barely touch a part of you before they moved on to the next, leaving you feeling unsatisfied.
Deciding to take the reins—which was par for the course back during your relationship anyway—you grab his hands and hold them behind his back, making him whine when you break the kiss. “Don’t whine. You don’t have the right to.”
He bites his lip, stifling anymore protests from coming out. Pulling on his arm, you lead him to your bedroom and push him on the bed. He tries to pull you down with him but you shake him off. Again, he starts whining but with a sharp raise of your eyebrow, he pipes down immediately.
Grabbing the hem of your oversized shirt, you cock your head at him. “Do you want me to take this off?”
“Yes, please.” He breathes out before you’re even done talking.
You slide the shirt up your body slowly, teasingly, making sure to give Wonpil a show. With the shirt off, your breasts are entirely exposed for you to play with them and tease Wonpil some more. Pushing them together, messaging them, twisting the nipples lightly, you do everything you know will drive him crazy until he’s biting down hard on his lip so he wouldn’t piss you off, but you could see from the obvious bulge in his pants and the way his right leg was bouncing up and down impatiently that he was getting needy.
You give your breasts one last squeeze before you slide your hands down your abdomen and towards the waistline of your shorts, pushing it down on one side only to pull it back up and do the same thing with the other side.
“Please.”
“Please, what? You want me to take this off too?”
“Yes.”
“But I thought I was a disgusting monster and you can’t even look at me. You have no problem with it now that you want to get your dick wet, huh?”
He averts his eyes, having the audacity to look ashamed and it pisses you the fuck off.
You grab his jaw, making him face you, and hiss down at him. “Either you grow some fucking balls and face the implications of your own desire or you get the fuck out of my sight.”
You needed him to voice out his desire so he’d admit that he’s equally responsible for what is happening. You’re not going to let him paint you as a monster seducing poor, helpless him. He wants this too, and he needs to be held accountable for that.
“What do you want me to say?” He asks, entirely too chagrined than he had any right to be.
“That you’re a fucking hypocrite.” You spit, astonished at how disgusted you were with him, while still wanting to be one with him. Your whole relationship is a mess, and you’re convinced that either it was never meant to be, or that the gods themselves are jealous of your love and are trying to hurt you.
“I’m… I’m a hypocrite. There, are you happy?” He challenges, but you just let out a tired sigh, almost having expected him to deny it and put an end to this—to tell you that this is insane and you’re insane, but he validates your insanity and now you can’t back down.
No. None of this makes you happy. You haven’t been happy ever since he left you.
You take your shorts and panties off unceremoniously and straddle him, staying still for a moment to see if he’ll try something, but his hands stay balled to his sides as he awaits your permission to touch you, so you give it to him. “Go ahead. You can touch.”
His hands immediately go to your breasts, touching you in the exact same way you were just touching yourself, and you laugh. “Aw, Pili, you wanted it that bad?”
He frowns in that adorably pouty way he unconsciously does sometimes, and it makes your smile falter, the memory of something you used to have but is just out of your reach now is all too painful.
He forcefully takes you out of your thoughts when his mouth latches onto one of your breasts, placing kisses all over it and sucking on your nipple. You moan out, a hand reaching for his hair and automatically tugging on it the way you know he likes, which only makes him needier, one of his hands eagerly moving down to your pussy, and the moan that leaves him lets you know just how excited he is to find you dripping. Too impatient to wait, his fingers move down to your hole right away. When a finger enters you, he’s the one pulling back with a throaty moan.
You chuckle breathlessly, feeling yourself quivering around his finger. “Does my pussy feel that good, Pili?”
He nods, pumping his finger in and out of you, making you gasp as you start unbuttoning his shirt. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“Tight. Wet. Soft.”
“Hmm, and did you miss it?” You slip his shirt off his shoulders, forcing him to remove his hands from you, but as soon as the shirt is off, his hands are back on you again, one grabbing a handful of your breast and the other two fingers deep in you.“Do you miss how it feels around your cock?”
“Yeah.” He closes his eyes and you know that he’s imagining it.
“Do you want to feel it again?”
“Yes.” His eyes snap open again, full of silent pleas.
You push him backwards until he’s lying down in the middle of the bed with you straddling him, his cock snug between your wet folds as you slowly rub up and down against it. With your hands holding his arms over his head, he looks up at you, gaze brimming with need as he holds his breath and waits, but you don’t give it to him yet.
“Look at you. You were acting all high and mighty earlier but now you’re willing to do anything to get inside this pussy, huh?” You taunt, rubbing yourself with the tip of his dick.
When he doesn’t say anything, you lean down to bite his collarbone, making him yelp. “Answer me, Pili.”
“Yes, please, give it to me.” He nods emphatically, throwing his head back and crying out as you sink down on him.
As soon as you have him all the way inside of you, you know you are in trouble. God, he fills you up so good. Everywhere his cock touched inside of you burns with pleasure and you can’t even help yourself; you ride him hard and fast, desperate to feel the kind of pleasure you haven’t felt in years. Everything is just different with him, the way he fits inside of you, the needy, almost reverent look on his face, his choked off moans, they all work you up to a frenzy.
“Does it feel good, Pili?”
“Yes. So, so good.”
“I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for years... just lying in bed, fucking your own spit-covered hand and imagining it was me taking you.”
“Yeah, y-yeah…” He sniffles, lower lip trembling as he readily admits to it.
“You’re gonna cry?” You spit out, suddenly enraged, and come to a stop. “Fuck, you’re so pathetic.”
“No! I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Please keep going.”
“No. I won’t let you twist this narrative into you being the victim.” You fall back onto the bed and pull him up over you. “If you want me, take me.”
The muscle in his jaw jumps as he considers his options for a second, and you lay completely still under him, waiting for him to make the decision on his own, half-wishing he’d stop this madness. But he doesn’t.
Grunting, his hands grab your hips as he pushes his length back inside you. It only takes a few unexpectedly sharp thrusts for you to cooperate and wrap your arms and legs around him. Goosebumps erupt all over his skin when you pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, the shaky moan your action elicits causing heat to start gathering in your belly once again. You stare up at him in hunger, admiring how sexy he looks as the pleasure overtakes his features.
“Shit…shit, you feel so good.” Wonpil rasps out, his eyes squeezing shut as his thrusts turn sloppy. “ I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Don’t you dare.” You snap at him, your nails digging red trails down his back, making his hips stutter.
“Please, I can’t hold it.” He shakes his head, desperate to get you to let him cum.
“No.” You hiss, silencing him with a kiss. You swallow his whines as your hands grab his ass and force him to keep fucking you. The more he squirms, the more his hips grind against you, rubbing coarsely against your clit and bringing you oh-so-close to your orgasm.
But—seemingly just a second away from release—Wonpil goes rigid under you, his body freezing up too hard to allow you to move him anymore. His mouth tears away from your own in a loud moan as his dick twitches inside you and fills you up with his hot cum.
You can’t believe it. You were so, so close. Frustration and disappointment fill up the spaces the receding pleasure leaves behind.
“I told you to stop.” You hear him say meekly, and you sigh as you’re left tense and unfulfilled, just like always.
“It’s fine.” You mutter darkly, pushing him off you, and Wonpil’s face falls, shame spreading all over it.
You know your reaction is hurting him. Wonpil hated not pleasing you. He took it as a personal failure if you were even the slightest bit unhappy with his performance. His desire to please and your desire to be pleased are what brought you together in the first place many years ago. But honestly, all you can think about right now is that mind-blowing orgasm you were just robbed of because he couldn’t hold back just a little bit more.
But before the last bit of pleasure inside you recedes from your body, it is forced back in when Wonpil, still half-hard and sheathed inside you, starts moving again, fucking his cum into your sensitive pussy.
“What are you doing?” Your mouth hangs open in shock and pleasure, and you watch him grit his teeth and set a frantic pace. As his cock starts hardening inside of you again, he’s able to fuck you harder and harder, the determined look on his face the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.
His moans are loud, and you can’t tell if they’re from pleasure or pain as Wonpil never once lets up his assault, hitting just the right spot that has you seeing white. When his thumb flicks your clit, it is over for you, your hands flying out to grab his face and pull him down into a searing kiss as you cum.
When you pull back from the kiss, signalling the end of your orgasm, Wonpil collapses into a sweaty mess next to you, still clinging to your body by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck as you both catch your breath.
“What’s so funny?” He perks his head up, asking as you start shaking with laughter in his arms. But the more you look at him, the harder you laugh. This is just all so absurd.
Wonpil watches you uneasily. He needs assurance, something that he had always relied on you to provide for him, but you can’t do that this time.
You come down from your laughter fit with a deep sigh. “Get out.”
He’s taken aback at your sudden coldness. This isn’t what he expected, not what he was used to from you, and you almost start laughing again. Is he really that clueless? Did he expect things to be just like they were before after what he’s done?
His eyes flit between yours, searching for a comfort he won’t find in them. “But—but… aren’t we going to talk about this?"
“Talk about what, Wonpil?” You ask in exasperation, “Have you changed your mind about my work?”
“No, but—”
“But you want me to make the sacrifice for you.” You finish his sentence for him. “This is why you’re here, isn’t it? You refuse to give up your job but you expect me to give up mine for you.”
“It’s the right thing to do.” He bristles, sitting up.
“I don’t care about the right thing. All I care about is my family.”
His face hardens at that, and through gritted teeth, he says, “Your family isn’t going to starve if you work at another firm.”
“Quality of life isn’t measured by whether you starve or not. I want them to have a good life.” You don’t know why you even bother anymore, he’s never going to listen. “You wouldn’t understand.”
He tears himself away from you and gets up, angrily putting on his clothes. “Yes because I’m just a poor orphan boy who will never understand what family means. Isn’t that right?”
“Pili… you know I didn’t mean it like that.” You unconsciously reach out for him but he jumps away.
“Yes, you did. You always pitied me for not having a family.” Pain twists Wonpil’s pretty features. “You know, for a while, I actually thought you could be my family.”
“No, Pili. I couldn’t have.” You sigh sadly, the deepening look of hurt on his face cutting you up. “Because you left me. And family never leaves.”
His mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something but doesn't even know what. Collecting himself, Wonpil scoffs and turns towards the door.
“Yeah, like that.” You mutter, collapsing back on the bed as you hear the sound of your front door opening and slamming shut.
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You know it is wrong but you can’t stay away from each other. Now that you have had a taste of the forbidden after years of having sworn off each other, you couldn’t find it in you to stop.
You find yourself in each other’s beds again and again, hurling accusations at each other and fucking your emotions out until you’re too tired to do anything but sleep, each time getting more and more exhausted until you stop trying all together, just blocking out everything and focusing on the here and now as if nothing else existed outside of your respective bedrooms.
Your nights have been sleepless ever since he's gotten back into your life, and not just for the obvious reason that he’s the person you thought was the love of all your lives, past or present. No, many nights were spent just staring at each other, no words uttered for fear of disturbing this fragile improbability that brought you back together, or holding each other so gingerly as if you were made of matter and antimatter and your meeting could annihilate not only yourselves but the entire world you’ve built around you.
It’s a bubble and you know it, the translucent shell that surrounds you gleaming all rainbow-like when the light of forgotten dreams hits it just right. It sways and wobbles, signaling its impending explosion any moment now. And yet, you stay curled up around each other as if you can’t see the surface tension on the verge of breaking.
Every once in a while, one of you would lean forward and press their lips against the other’s, and you’d close your eyes and pretend like these past years have been nothing but a bad dream and you’re still college students, young and lost and unsure of everything in the world except for the notion that love is eternal and that you have already found it in each other.
You wonder what you’d look like now to your past selves, having gained all the conviction and knowledge you would’ve never thought you would possess, but having lost the one thing that made any of it worth a damn. You bet your past selves would hold each other and cry at the sight of the broken you holding onto the jagged pieces of your once-sweet notion with bleeding hearts and crushed souls.
Tears trickle down your face, and Wonpil reaches up to wipe them with the backs of his fingers, pressing his lips to yours again when the branching stream reaches even your lips.
Pulling back ever so slightly, he whispers to you and to the dying universe around you, the vibrations of his voice reaching your lips through the tiny distance between you, sounding choked up like he had begun crying too, “I wish we could stay here forever, just forget about everyone and be forgotten by them.”
You sigh and wrap yourself around him, his starry eyes shuttering closed and a soft pout forming on his lips as he drifts off to sleep, just like old times. And you're left alone to wonder... if you could do it all over again, would you have chosen differently?
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You knew something was off. Despite the time and distance that have whittled down your sense of him, you still knew that something was off. Your body had picked up on so many little things—the way his eyes glossed over when he would force himself to face you, his excessively soft touches that resembled those of a volatile lover silently apologizing for his latest outburst, the lingering looks he gave you as if he was memorizing every little detail of you before you went away—it just took your brain too long to make sense of it all.
Or maybe you just didn't want to believe it. You got too greedy and wanted to live in your fantasy world just a little bit longer, and it cost you everything.
Looking at him now, you think he’s saying something to you but every word is muffled as if you were submerged in water. He gets agitated, shouting something again and again that gets just a little clearer every time as he forces you back to the surface and you register that it’s your own name.
When you blink, your gaze finally focusing on him, he breathes a sigh of relief. “You’re scaring me.”
“I wish I had never met you.” Your sentence is slow and raspy like the ghostly murmur of someone fished out of water.
“Don’t say that.” He whimpers, "I had to do it." He says it like he means it, like he really couldn’t stop himself from betraying you, using you, ruining your life. "You said it yourself, we never would've won. It was the only way. These people depended on me."
"And what about me?" You rasp, tears stinging your eyes. "I loved you."
"And I love you." He tries to hold you but you push him away.
"They fired me.” You inform him monotonously, “They had me blacklisted to make sure I would never find a job in this field again."
Of course they did. What company will want you now that you've shown yourself not to be reliable? You slept with your rival and allowed him to steal crucial documents that could jeopardize the entire case from right under your nose. Your stupid amateur mistake could cost the company millions.
"How am I going to provide for my family now?" You moan, not really asking him.
"You could join us. It's not a big pay but—”
Your hand goes to pull at your hair in frustration, “God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”
"I'm sorry.” He holds his head down, sobbing.
"No, you don’t get to cry about ruining my life! You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself! You don’t—” You stop abruptly, unable to breathe. Cradling your head now, you lament, "Oh god, what am I gonna do now?"
"I don't know."
"No, you never know." You say bitterly. "I don’t want to ever see your face again."
His head whips up, "Don't say that..."
“Go.”
"I didn't mean for all of this to happen--"
"Go." You shriek and he flinches back. His lower lips tremble as he tries to hold his tears back to no avail. In a shaky voice, he says, "I'll give you some time to calm down but I'll be back. I'll fix this."
"God, Wonpil," You suck in a shaky breath, "for once in your life, I wish you'd leave it alone."
He jerks his head away, wiping at his tears furiously, "I'll see you later."
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You struggle to hold back tears as you wait inside your cramped studio apartment. You don’t know how much longer you can stand to do this— lie to your parents about getting fired and blacklisted, telling them that you quit for moral differences, accepting money from the man who ruined your life just so they wouldn’t find out for a little while longer.
But you couldn’t do anything to help yourself, let alone support your family without Wonpil’s charity. The only jobs you are able to get now are in the service industry and those barely pay your rent and living expenses. You couldn’t even go back to your hometown and your family for fear that they’d figure out the truth, and you just couldn’t let that happen.
You knew your father would insist on getting back to work in order to help support the family. You barely even had him convinced that his condition doesn’t allow him to work and that he needs to rest. If he finds out you not only lost your job but also any hope for a future one in that field, he’d go back to work right away, and that could very possibly kill him.
Your siblings’ future now lies unknown. The eldest of your siblings after you is a senior now, and soon you’ll have to tell her that she isn’t going to college like you promised her she would. She has to abandon her dreams in order to get a job to help provide for the family, and as your other siblings grow older, they too would follow in her footsteps; a family that came from dirt and will die in it, that’s what Wonpil’s ideals have cost you.
After everything you’ve done, after all you’ve gone through, you’re still nothing. It’s funny that Wonpil is fighting for the poor and innocent when he’s the one who has proven to you once and for all that the rich will stay rich and the poor will stay poor and under the feet of the rich.
The case he betrayed you for was a loss in the end. After a long, tedious trial, his clients were forced to settle because they couldn’t afford to pay for a trial that kept getting prolonged, a strategy the rich and powerful employed in order not to lose doomed cases, in the end making the poor people poorer and worse off than they were before. That’s what Wonpil does. He makes people hope and believe that maybe, just maybe the world isn’t as shitty as it seems, only to shatter them completely when he can’t follow through on his beautiful promises. He breaks them because he made them hope.
Hearing the doorbell ring, you get up to answer it, moving mechanically. After you swing the door open, you stand in the way so Wonpil wouldn’t be able to barge in like he tries to sometimes.
He hands you an envelope which you take with a heavy heart. Every envelope you accept is a debt piled on you that you’ll live the rest of your life paying back.
“I’m working three jobs right now but I hope to find something with a better pay soon so I can start paying you back.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that.” He rushes to say, but you cut him off. “Yes, I do.”
He sighs and stares at the floor, fiddling with his finger. It annoyed the hell out of you. “Is there something you want?”
His head shoots up, eyes wide at having been caught.
“I—“ He clears his throat after he chokes on the word. “I miss you.”
You hate yourself because of how his words still affect you, how you wish you could fall into his arms and let him comfort you until there are no more tears left in your eyes.
But you won’t cry. You won’t let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. Never again.
“Goodnight, Wonpil.” You say coldly, closing the door in his face before he can say anything else.
this cute little bean is the first one to notice about your pregnancy
you been throwing up and feeling nauseous
every morning
for past few weeks
the hints that would go unnoticed for Wonpil
“honey, when the last time you having your period?” he asked
whilst rubbing your back up and down when you're throwing up at the sink
“I don't exactly remember but I think it's last two months??”
you replied, making your way to couch
too exhausted to stand anymore
whilst your husband, kim wonpil
starts to calculate in his head and something popped off
His eyes went big and gasped
“maybeeeEeee, by any chance, you're pregnant?”
“whAT??” your eyes went bigger as you never thought with all the symptoms showing you're getting pregnant
wonpil tries to sustain his grins
“you know, you missed your period, this constant throwing up, who knows??” he said, taking your hands into his, rubbing in soothing manner
the idea of getting pregnant makes him nervous yet excited
“I guess we gotta go to have check up then” you said
making Wonpil squeals in joy, pulling you into his embrace as grins never left his face
so when the doctor confirm you're pregnant
wonpil went !!!!
he's been so loud for the whole day!!
expressing how happy and delight he is
he become more clingy
and more touchy with you
as for the 1st trimester
you just feeling nauseous, food cravings and all
but!!
wonpil experience something he didn't think of!!
he would felt dizzy and restless at your early pregnancy
you were worried about him so you did a couple of research on the internet
“ah it's says here that it's normal for the husband to experience the symptoms when their wife are pregnant”
you explain whilst massaging his temple as he lays down beside you
upon hearing that, Wonpil groans and whining like a child
“buT WHY MEEEEeeeEe??”
“maybe you too overwhelmed by my pregnancy??”
which resulted him absent from the band practice as the members would constantly tease him about it
for your cravings
Wonpil did everything for your from weird cravings to late night cravings
he would bought everything you want
and keep it as stock in your kitchen
you sobs sadly when Wonpil accidentally ate your favourite pastries
“b-but that's the last piece of pretzel..i-it's my favourite” you cries hard when you saw half of the pretzel has been eaten by him
making Wonpil flustered
“I'm sorry, I thought you don't want to eat that's why I'm eating it..”
Wonpil explained as he nervously approach you, wiping tears from your eyes
which resulted you cries even harder in his arm
Wonpil tries to persuade you with other pastries for the whole 3 hours
sometimes you felt irritated when Wonpil gets touchy with you
as it's part of your mood swings
“Wonpil, can you please stop being clingy with me?”
you said with a slight of annoyance in your tone [I'm sorry wonpil for being harsh :(( ]
he pouts,,,
but he didn't take it too deep because he understands how bad your mood swings can be,,,
he would gives you space,,,
and eventually you yourself would persuade him when you're feeling better
Wonpil would called his mom for her opinions,,,
“Mom, is craving usually weird? I meant y/n has been eating salad with strawberry jam...”
which earns a soft punch on his stomach when you heard him
also!!
would accompany you to every check up
because this boi doesn't want to miss about his child progress
for the 2nd trimester
your belly become more visible!!
Wonpil would gives rubs and kisses whenever he got the chance
like you're resting on the couch? smooch!!
you're getting ready?? smooch!!
he would discuss with you about the preparations
“shOULD WE NEED STROLLER?”
“whAT ABOUT THE BIB??”
“dO WE NEED THE BABY CHAIR??”
“wonpil calm down, our child is still a small baby”
you chuckles upon seeing him being so excited whilst writing down the things need to buy for the upcoming baby
when time comes for revealing baby gender, Wonpil can't stay still
“ah I'm so excited!!” he exclaimed
“babe, do you think it's a girl or boy?”
you asked, caressing your stomach softly while waiting for the doctor to call up your name
“Hmm...I don't know. Whatever it is, I'm happy” Wonpil said, showing his big grins to you
so when the doctor shows the gender of the baby on the screen
“it's a giRL!!”
Wonpil shrieks excitedly in the room making you giggles
“I'm sorry” he whispers, tries to contains his giggles as he back on focusing on the screen that shows your daughter
Wonpil would try to buy everything he sees
that pink dress?? yeap he would bought it!!
that pink bowl set?? check!
pink onesie??? Wonpil on it!!
also
whenever he heard you groans how your feet sore or your muscle aches
wonpil would quickly comes by your side
along with the lotion or oil
of course he would nag how you can’t move around much
as your first daughter kicks
is when Wonpil is practicing with his keyboard and you’re accompanying him at his practice room
you whines on how you can’t sleep when your daughter moves around a lot
when Wonpil plays a soft lullaby, you felt your daughter response at his voice
“woNPIL!!” you gasped, holding your stomach
shocked hearing your voice
wonpil’s eyes went big
“do you feel the contraction already????” he panics
as he ready to pick you up
“n-no. I felt her first kicking when you play the lullaby”
“really?? reALLY???”
you nods as he puts his hands against your stomach
and few moments later
“whOAA!! That’s our daughter’s kicking???” wonpil amazed, mouth agape in amusement as you chuckles at his reactions
as the 3rd trimester comes in
Wonpil didn’t allow you to do heavy chores
he would ensure to cooks you healthy foods
ensure all the chores done before you get up
prepares your bag for the labour room early
“wonpil, my due date is three weeks from now.” you said as you watch him puts the bag at the main door, near the shoe rack
“I’m just getting ready. It would be easier to grab the bag when you due comes later”
whenever your felt insecure with your body, Wonpil never fails to showers you with the loves
“baby, you have becomes more pretty and shines more bright when you’re pregnant, you know that? It’s okay to gain some weight, we can do pair exercise together” Wonpil ensure you
when the time comes!!
wonpil feels nervous and sad when he saw you frowning during the contractions
“honey, it’s hurts so much”
his heart hurts a little when you whines how hurt it felt
so while waiting,,,
he takes you into warms hug, wrapping his hands around your shoulder and softly swaying you back and forth
as you place your head on his chest
hearing his heartbeat surprisingly calms you down
he whispers nothing but encouraging words and tells how much he loves you into your ears
as in the labour room, wonpil’s focus is on you
he hold your hand tightly as you push your daughter out
“baby, I knows it’s hurt,,,you can do this,,,you’re the best woman I ever met and I’m so proud to have you as my wife” Wonpil said, caressing your head softly
when you heard him, you muster up your courage and gives the last big pushes and finally, your daughter’s cries can be heard within the room
upon hearing the cries, Wonpil chokes in tears as he watch the nurse holding his daughter
“she’s finally here” Wonpil whispered to himself which go unnoticed by you
making you faintly chuckles,,,feeling proud
when the nurse hand over your daughter, Wonpil cries out of happiness and went at you at the bed, showing your child in his arms
“she is so pretty” you said, tracing her features softly
“just like you,,,thank you sweetheart,,,i love you” wonpil whispered, giving you assuring smiles with tears at his corner of eyes
wonpil felt his heart full of loves and warmth as he look over you and his daughter
something he wouldn’t trade forever and would protect at all cost
“do you ever wonder if the world made someone for you?” you ask your best friend wonpil, as you lay side by side on the grass gazing up at the stars together. “hm?” wonpil asks surprised, his eyes widening slightly as he peers over at you. “i just hope someone is out there, waiting for me.” you hum to yourself, never once looking away from the huge map of the universe above. wonpil feels his heart hammer in his chest, and it almost aches as he wishes you knew that he was going to wait for you forever.
Hey. I'm finishing off loads of requests today and tonight but I wanna open requests for day6 reactions. It can be smut, fluff or angst. Whatever floats your boat ❤️❤️
Ps. I know the anon requests are off, I don't know how to turn anon on, so if anybody could help me with that it would be amazing. But I don't judge anyway cause my thoughts are just as bad hahaha :))
Can you do Wonpil with the prompts 78 and 89? I love your writing so much!!! You're one of my favorite writers on Tumblr!
Wonpil + “Where’s the first aid kit?” + “Are you drunk?”
The doorbell rang at three am.
You were a little worried and disoriented as you heard someone begin to bang at the door. Turning over in bed, you tried to shake Jinyoung awake but he was dead to the world. Earlier tonight had been your engagement party and Jinyoung had gotten a little too drunk by the end of the night. You weren’t completely sober either, which is probably why you went to the front door alone and looked through the peep-hole to see who was banging on your door in the middle of the night.
It was Wonpil.
You yanked the door open and stared at your fiance’s best friend, shocked to see him here. Didn’t Wonpil live on the other side of town? He’d been at the engagement party earlier tonight although you hadn’t spoken to him much, he had merely congratulated you on your upcoming wedding and then disappeared. Yet here Wonpil stood, his eyes unfocused and leaning heavily on your doorframe as his large eyes blinked at you drowsily.
“Wonpil?” you asked, shocked. “Are you drunk?”
His head was hanging down and he stared at the floor, his floppy hair covering his face. You couldn’t see his expression, only heard soft sniffles coming from him. Was he crying? You reached out to touch his shoulder gently, shaking him. “Wonpil, are you okay? What happened? Do you want to come inside?”
He nodded and walked past you, entering the living room. The stench of alcohol was coming from him and you frowned. He was drunk. What was wrong with Wonpil? He was usually a quiet, happy sort of person. He was the one who had introduced you to Jinyoung in the first place, three years ago and he had seemed happy for you both when you started dating and got engaged. Yet, why did he look so miserable now?
“Wonpil?” you called after him, as he silently trudged into your kitchen. He didn’t respond, merely started to open and close your cupboards as though he was looking for something. You tapped Wonpil on the back nervously, trying to get him to look at you. “What are you looking for? Wonpil? Do you want water? You seem really drunk, let me get you some water and you can sleep on the couch for tonight-”
He turned and looked at you suddenly, his eyes red. “Where’s the first aid kit?”
Your eyes widened in shock. “First aid kit? Did you hurt yourself somewhere? Come here, sit down and let me look at you, okay?”
Wonpil nodded obediently, sitting down on a stool in the kitchen while you located the first aid kit and then opened it quickly. You glanced over Wonpil quickly but you couldn’t see any blood or injuries. Frowning, you kneeled down beside him. “Where does it hurt? Can you tell me?” you demanded.
Wonpil looked up at you sadly, his red eyes slightly watery. His lips trembling as he hesitantly lifted a finger and pointed at the left side of his chest. “Here,” he whispered lightly. “It hurts here. Give me that.”
You watched helplessly as he grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and bandages from your first aid kit and then unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. You were expecting to see some sort of injury but there was nothing there, only his skin. Tears began to stream from Wonpil’s eyes as he poured the bottle of antiseptic all over his chest and then began to clumsily stick the bandages onto his chest. You watched him silently, not sure what to do. After a few moments of failing to stick the bandages onto his antiseptic soaked chest, Wonpil looked up at you and let out a soft sob.
“It’s not working. Why does my heart still hurt?” he whimpered.
You froze as Wonpil leaned his head forward to rest on your shoulder and then began to sob into your shirt. You could feel his entire body shaking and the dampness from his tears seeping into his shirt. You patted him on the back hesitantly.
“Wonpil, tell me what happened. Why are you upset?”
He went still. “I’m not upset.”
“Then why-”
“Two of my best friends are getting married, I have to be happy, right?” he asked you, suddenly lifting his head up from your shoulder and looking into your eyes. “But I’m not. I’m not happy. I feel like something is ripping me apart from inside. I keep wondering if things had been different… if I’d done something differently… if I hadn’t introduced him to you or if I hadn’t even met him myself, would you…”
You felt your heart drop into your stomach. “Would I what, Wonpil?”
“Would you be mine?”
Wonpil looked broken, and his hands were trembling as he looked up at you hopelessly. You took a deep breath and looked down at him. Jinyoung had brought it up once. He’d said that Wonpil was too fond of you, that maybe he saw you as something more than a friend. You’d laughed it off then but now you felt like an idiot. But no matter how much you adored Wonpil, and how much it broke your heart to see him like this, you had to tell him the truth for his own sake.
“No, Wonpil,” you said softly. “I wouldn’t be.”
He gave you a wistful smile. “Right. Of course not.”
“I think you should find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I’m going to call Sungjin to come and pick you up.”
Wonpil nodded miserably, covering his face with his hands softly. As you found your cellphone and dialled his friend’s number, you heard Wonpil mumble into his own hands in between his sniffles.
