genre. fluff.
warnings. a lil swearing and kisses lol.
pairing. wonsang x reader.
wc. 523.
a/n. so i was going about my night about to cry myself to sleep, as one does, and i decided to listen to emo lucy songs to help that process but when i clicked on this live, this mf distracted me the entire time w his cute lil pouty face even tho he wasn't even the one performing he was literally just sitting there pouting >:( my delusions were too strong so now i have a whole fic :\ it's okay bcuz i love him and he's my baby BUT STILL THE AUDACITY?? also be it known that this laugh is the best thing to ever grace the earth okay skdjsk @evalevaeva here's ur lucy delusions finally (more to come ig) and @etherealyoungk wonsang enjoyer???
“You look grumpy again, Wonsang.” You said mindlessly, staring at your boyfriend of 2 months. The first 2 months with him had been nothing short of perfect. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, your brain told you that he was the one. As cliche as it had sounded at first, you had only grown to believe those initial thoughts more and more as you got to know Wonsang as a person.
From his delicate mind to his pure soul, you were in love with every inch of him. Right now, you were particularly fond of the pout his lips had formed, dressed in a warm crewneck, sat on the couch with you next to him. He seemed to have spaced out, having been staring at the wall for a couple minutes now. You weren’t even sure if he had been blinking, too lost in his own world. Every few seconds, his lips would mindlessly push a little more into a bigger pout— he seemed to be completely unaware of how he was creating crack after crack in your heart. You felt like it was about to burst.
Your words snapped him out of it, and he turned to you, dazed. “Hm?”
You laughed softly, “I said that you looked grumpy again.” You repeated, reaching out to ruffle the hair on top of his head. He brought his hand up to stop you, as was his habit, and you found that that small action was enough to completely destroy not only your heart, but your entire being.
“Like a resting bitch face?” He questioned once he had removed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his to rest it on his lap. You giggled. Wonsang using the word ‘bitch’ while still looking so endearingly small and soft had you questioning how a person could even be like this.
“You don’t look like a bitch, you just look cute.” You clarified to him, squeezing his warm hand with yours.
He blinked and blushed at your words, “How so?”
“You pout so much when you’re thinking, you know?”
He shook his head, “Do I?”
You didn’t even respond before leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. How could you resist when he was doing it again?
“You do. It’s like you’re testing my self restraint.” You complained. Wonsang seemed to get where you were coming from, and a small ‘sorry’ left his lips.
“If it’s not RBF, then what is it?” He asked after a few seconds of silence.
“Resting cute face?” You offered. He giggled and your heart swelled. His laughter was unmistakably the most beautiful sound in the whole world. You loved his songs— practically everything that he made, you were bound to adore— but you could listen to him laugh all day just as easily as you could listen to his carefully crafted music.
“Okay, resting cute face, then.” He said through giggles. You laughed with him until your lips found his yet again, the last sounds of joy escaping his lips just to be swallowed by yours, and soon the giggles subsided into lovesick smiles escaping between kisses.
