Genre/warnings: attack on titan au, sort of a drabble ig, fluff, a lot of bickering but it’s all in good fun (and flirting lmao), there’s like zero plot it’s just a dumb lil scene i thought of and couldn’t get out of my head lmao
Word count: 929
Summary: Humanity’s strongest soldier only has one weakness, and it’s you.
a/n: i’ve been wanting to write aot aus and i do have maybe an idea for a series but i can’t work on that rn so here’s just a lil oneshot instead lmao (but in said au the characters are gonna be sort of like this so i guess this is sort of like an excerpt from said series???? idk i’ll figure it out later lmao)
Sitting on a crate outside his tent, Wonwoo took his time taking off his gear. He’d already swapped his glasses that were strapped to his head when he was out scouting to his typical round ones, that were now sliding down the tip of his nose as he undid the buckles around his thighs. The sun had set about an hour ago, but he was just now getting ready to settle in for the night.
“What’s up, four-eyes?” your familiar teasing tone made the corner of Wonwoo’s mouth tug up in the slightest. Thankfully, you didn’t notice considering the only lighting nearby was the dim lamp next to him on the ground.
You were still in your gear and your cape was still buttoned by your neck. You strode up to the captain, swords still in hand after doing some recon to make sure the place was 100% safe -- Wonwoo insisted to be one of the people to go out, but he had to help the commander with tomorrow’s plans.
“Oh, you weren’t devoured?” he asked as he looked up at you, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He smirked at you as you playfully rolled your eyes. “How unfortunate. That would be one less pain in my ass to have around.”
“You and I both know you wouldn’t know what to do without me, Wonwoo,” you told him with a too-sweet smile, tilting your head to one side.
You sat on a crate across from him, a couple feet between the two of you. Nobody else was around currently. Wonwoo’s tent was a little more secluded than the others which were all bunched together. His was at the front of the makeshift campsite, near the commander’s, but still far enough for Seungcheol to not be able to hear anything said between the two of you. Those who weren’t in your squad to go out were already in their tents anyway. Everyone was pretty tired from the day’s events.
“I don’t think I offered a seat,” he pointed out, quirking an eyebrow.
“I don’t think I asked,” you shot back.
He chuckled with a nod before looking back down so he could go back to his original task of taking off his harness. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft jingling of the metal buckles before the harness fell into the grass with a soft thud.
“How’d it go?” his tone was different -- softer than it was before; almost more caring.
“Fine,” you shrugged. “No titans around. We should be safe until sunrise.”
“You’re not taking a shift to watch, are you?” he asked, glancing up at you. You could see concern in his eyes behind his glasses.
You shook your head, “Not yet, anyway.”
“You work too hard.”
“Coming from you, Jeon Wonwoo.”
If it had been said in the tone you typically spoke to him in, he would’ve laughed a little because you had a point. But now, you sounded concerned, too. And you were. Wonwoo was always working and always pushing himself too hard. He never took a break. But that was also partly why he was a captain.
His eyes bore into yours now, and the air seemed to shift around you. Almost like you could physically feel it. Neither of you moved, other than your cape in the soft breeze of the night. Despite the two of you only speaking to each other in sharp quips and seeming like you couldn’t stand each other, you both knew how you really felt about each other -- hell, everyone else probably did too, but you couldn’t ever find it in you to care.
Finally, Wonwoo let out a sigh as he sat up a little straighter to unbutton his shirt, “You should rest. You’ve been working more than I have today.”
“Are you staying up?” you wondered.
“Just for a few more minutes,” he replied cooly. “I’ll be fine, you go get ready for bed.”
“Is that--”
“It’s an order, _____,” he told you, following you with his eyes as you stood up and gave him your typical ‘you know I’m going to challenge you’ smile. “Tent. Now.”
“What’re you gonna do? Kill me?” you snorted. “I still have my swords and you don’t.”
“You and I both know I could take you despite that.”
“No, but we both know you wouldn’t even if you could.”
“Go.”
“Yes, captain Wonwoo,” you sighed with smirk, rolling your eyes as you walked by Wonwoo and to the opening of his tent.
He moved his hand, his fingertips brushing against your thigh as you passed him and entered the tent. In return, your fingers carded through his hair as you passed, and then you ducked into the tent.
Wonwoo sat outside for a few minutes longer like he’d promised, his eyes scanning the seemingly empty forest -- he knew there were scouts up in the trees keeping watch -- before he leaned his head back to stare up at the stars.
He knew you were right. Not about being able to take him, but that he wouldn’t ever try anything against you even if he wanted to. Because you were one of the only things in the world that he actually cared about. When he joined the scouts, he was fine giving his heart and his life to humanity, even if it was carelessly. But now, all of that belonged to you.
this was requested twice, but i never thought i would like this au until i wrote this so i might so a longer one for maybe josh?? anyways, hope you like :)
you had never expected your job as jeon wonwoo’s personal assistant to be a long-term thing. looking for a job to rely on whilst you worked on a different career seemed like a perfect solution, and the pay was generous. the only thing you hadn’t thought of, however, was how much time being someone’s personal assistant actually took up.
you would get texts, calls, voicemails, even emails at ungodly hours asking you for help organising an event, or to talk to someone at another company. the other thing you didn’t take into account was how much you would come to like wonwoo, or how enjoyable having him rely on you would be.
it was early on a tuesday and wonwoo wasn’t happy. a trade deal with another company had just gone awry and he had to deal with the fallout. he had taken it surprisingly well so far, but when the assistant of the other company’s ceo turned up out of the blue demanding to speak to him, you could see just how difficult it was for him.
as much as you didn’t want to talk to the angry man, you knew wonwoo had enough to deal with as it was, and seeing his lost face staring at the man through his office windows was enough to convince you.
you let yourself into his office and seeing the way he relaxed when he saw it was just you made you smile. “do you want me to deal with him?” you asked, watching as his eyes whipped up from his computer. he looked as hopeful as a child on christmas morning and you found the expression too perfect to say no to.
“would you?” even his voice was hopeful. you nodded and sent him a reassuring smile before leaving his office, making your way over to the assistant who was huffing from the waiting room chairs.
“hello, my name is y/n y/l/n, can i help you?” you used your usual business voice, enough to catch his attention but not too much that he would start shouting straight away.
“i want to talk to the ceo! this has gone on far too long, let me speak to him.” resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you took the seat next to him. you painted a patient smile on your face and talked calmly back.
“he’s very busy at the moment. if you leave your name and phone number, i’ll make sure he gets back to you as soon as possible.” he didn’t attempt to hide his distaste for your words and his voice rose over yours quickly.
“i don’t want to leave a message!” he shouted. the security guards standing at the door to the offices started to make their way over, hearing the commotion. “i want to speak to him now! i’m not leaving until i get to speak to him and give him a piece of my mind!”
usually, you would try not to shout back at people, but you needed to just to make your voice heard over his. “i’m very sorry, but he’s very busy. you can leave a message, or else you’ll be taken out by security without a chance to talk to him!”
if the guards weren’t already beside him, you were sure he would have stayed and argued all night, but he narrowed his eyes and huffed angrily once more before jabbing the button for the lift.
as soon as he was out of sight, you felt a presence behind you. turning, you jumped as you realised it was wonwoo, staring at you with apologetic eyes. “thank you, i’m sorry.” his smile was grateful and you couldn’t even be mad when he looked like that.
“don’t worry about it.” he stopped you from walking away by moving in front of you, blocking you path.
“let me buy you dinner as a thank you.”
“i don’t need a thank you, wonwoo.”
“then let me buy you dinner as a date.” you stopped in your tracks and turned back to face him. you didn’t fail to notice the pink dusting his cheeks, or his nervous eyes. he smiled when you looked at him, and you knew you would never say no to that. not when he asked so sweetly.
Characters: Wonwoo x reader (gender neutral but if i slipped up on accident i apologize)
Genre/warnings: idol au, kinda slice of life, fluff, angst, some crack, a lil bit of suggestive/kinda sexual stuff toward the beginning, alcohol consumption and partying
Word count: 5,694
Summary: Then you’re left in the dust unless I stuck by ya. You’re a sunflower, I think your love would be too much.
a/n: (inspired by Sunflower by Post Malone and Swae Lee) I accidentally posted this from my drafts when it wasn’t done and I really didn’t want to rewrite it or post it at all but I did anyway because I like to torture myself so here. and i know the real meaning of the song is kind of flipped to how i wrote it but um i didn’t realize until i was almost done lmao and also shoutout to @neverknewgrey2016 and @dreamjunhui for not only dealing with my tantrum when I had to redo this but who told me I should still remake it if I really liked the idea :]
(original a/n was something cheesy about the song reminding me of wonwoo because like i say i hate him all the time or smth idk but i figured i could use the lyrics to make some kinda story and i could definitely see wonwoo calling his s/o ‘sunflower’ as a petname but anyway moving on)
Seventeen Song Series
[Needless to say, I keep her in check
She was all bad, bad nevertheless
Calling it quits now, baby, I’m a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you’re a wreck]
Meeting Wonwoo was an accident. It wasn’t like you were childhood friends or had some cute/funny encounter in school to bring you two together. You became friends because you both had the same order at a coffee shop, and you both went to take it only to start bickering because you both insisted you ordered first. Wonwoo had on a black mask and cap so you weren’t sure who the hell this sketchy-looking dude was, but you were going to get your drink either way.
After becoming friends, Wonwoo realized your snarky and sarcastic nature wasn’t just him catching you on a bad day. You were always like that. He did, however, discover that it was essentially your way of hiding your feelings. You were a shy person who didn’t really do feelings, and you were bad at expressing them. You teasing him and giving him a hard time was your way of expressing your fondness of him -- and you did it a lot and didn’t hold back.
Wonwoo quickly found himself growing a feeling of responsibility toward you. He started watching out for you, making sure you were kept in line, and always made sure you behaved -- well, at least as well as you could. While most people blew off your personality as rude and annoying, Wonwoo found it cute; almost childlike. He was fond of you, honestly.
If you were being completely, boldly honest, you had feelings for Wonwoo, but you refused to ever let him find out about those. But truthfully, he felt the same way, and he could easily tell you liked him back. Maybe that was why he did everything in his power to make you as flustered as possible -- which wasn’t hard since you got shy when it came to compliments, physical displays of affection, and basically anything cute, cuddly, or touchy-feel-y.
“Yah, can you sit down for like, two seconds?” he groaned, pushing himself off the couch to follow you to the kitchen where you were going for your fourth piece of cake. “_____, you don’t need more! You’re going to get sugar high, and you’re going to get a tummy ache.”
You snorted, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Did you just say ‘tummy ache’? I’m not five.”
“Yes, I said ‘tummy ache’,” he stated, reaching out and grabbing your waist, pulling your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and began to tickle your stomach. You squealed, your cheeks immediately going red as you shoved away from him.
“Don’t do that!” you whined, an embarrassed smile on your face. “I’ll leave this dorm right now and go home, I swear!”
“No you won’t,” he told you, crossing his arms over his chest as he blocked the way toward the exit which was the opposite way you were headed. “It’s too late, kid; you’re stuck here for the night.”
“I’m not a kid,” you stated as you rolled your eyes, mimicking him and crossing your own arms, “Then at least let me eat the leftover cake.”
“_____--”
“I don’t even need permission,” you scoffed, turning back toward the kitchen and marching straight there, “I’m an adult!”
Wonwoo groaned, his head dropping back as he heard you open the refrigerator. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered.
“Hey!” you giggled as you scurried over to him with a can of whipped cream in your hand. “Look what I found! Open!”
Wonwoo let out a short, airy laugh as he playfull rolled his eyes. Still, he complied and opened his mouth, letting you spray the sweet topping into his mouth before you put a dot of it on his nose, sticking your tongue out at him before running back into the kitchen before he could get you.
‘Oh, yeah,’ he thought to himself as he smiled fondly at your retreating form, ‘that’s why.’
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[Thinking in a bad way, losing your grip
Screaming at my face, baby, don’t trip
Someone took a big L, don’t know how that felt
Looking at you sideways, party on tilt]
You’d never once questioned your friendship with Wonwoo. Sure, you were just some rando he’d ran into on the street and happened to get along with, but the fact you did get along well was why you never thought Wonwoo felt like he was above you. He never presented himself like the type to only befriend people on ‘his level’, either.
But then he invited you to a party. It was the birthday party of one of his idol friends -- or maybe it was a friend of a friend, you weren’t sure -- and Wonwoo wanted to know if you’d be his plus one.
“You don’t get out much,” he’d told you jokingly as he nudged your side.
So you agreed to go, and you were having fun at first. You had a few free shots, and Wonwoo offered to buy you some drinks. Even Seungcheol was asking you to do shots with him just for fun, so you did. But it seemed like the drunker you got, the more uptight you felt rather than letting loose. Your mind started to focus on how Wonwoo behaved around his idol friends, and you started questioning why the hell Wonwoo would even still be friends with you. Did he even actually like you or did he just feel bad when you’d text him asking to hang out? Did he invite you here because he felt bad for you? Was he hoping to hand you off to somebody else?
Wonwoo hadn’t seen you for a while. He’d gotten distracted talking to a friend he didn’t get to see often, so when he realized he wasn’t sure of your whereabouts, he went looking for you. It took him about ten minutes of looking and asking around before he finally found you in the bathroom, curled up in the corner with a tear-stained face and your arms wrapped around your knees.
“_____!” Wonwoo gasped, rushing over to you and immediately falling to his knees. “What happened? Are you hurt?”
You sniffled, looking up at him with bleary eyes. Your words slurred together when you spoke, “Why’d you c’m findme?”
“I hadn’t seen you in a while,” he told you, his arms wrapping around you as he sat down beside you. “What happened? Why are you crying?”
“Why d’you even hangout w’me?” you grumbled, wiping carelessly under your eyes with the back of your hand as you looked away from your friend. “You have cooler friends‘n’shit...”
Wonwoo shook his head as he tried to move hair from your face, “I don’t understand...”
Wonwoo had definitely had his share of drinks that night, but he was sober enough to now what was happening -- and he knew what was happening with you wasn’t normal. You never cried in front of him, and you never ever compared yourself to his friends -- at least, not out loud or in front of him.
“Y’re other friends ‘re idols!” you burst, turning to look at him as more tears welled up in your eyes. “Why waisty’re timeonme? ‘M nothin'...”
He frowned, cupping your face between his hands as he forced your eyes to look straight into his.
“_____, that’s absolutely not true,” he stated, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him -- even if you vision was a little questionable currently.
You whined, swatting at his hands even though it was like a baby tapping at his wrists with how drunk you were, “Go away!”
“You’re too drunk,” he sighed. “Calm down. Do you want me to take you home?”
You nodded, swiping at the water flowing down your cheeks again.
Wonwoo stood before he helped you up, keeping an arm around your waist as he put one of yours around his shoulders.
“I’ll get a ride and take you to the dorm, and I’ll make you some tea, okay? You can sleep this off afterwards, and if you still think I think you’re not worthy in the morning, I’ll still be there to tell you you’re wrong,” he promised as he led you out of the bathroom.
“Okay...” you mumbled, sniffling again. “Wonwoo?”
“Hmm?”
“Imight throw up ‘nyou...”
He chuckled, “That’s okay.”
He wanted to make a joke about how worst case scenario, he could borrow clothes from one of his ‘cool idol friends’, but he figured he should save that one for when you were sober.
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[Ooh-ooh, some things you can’t refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise
And I’m not tryna loose]
Neither of you were sure the reason, but the sexual tension between the two of you that night was much greater than it had ever been. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in tiny cotton shorts and one of Wonwoo’s old t-shirts to sleep in, and it wasn’t the first time the two of you sat so close together on the couch as you watched a movie at your place. But you both could feel how the air somehow felt thicker and hotter than normal.
“Why are we watching this movie again?” you asked in a sigh when you noticed the couple on screen was now making out, which definitely wasn’t distracting you from how you wished your best friend beside you would just push you down into the couch and press his lips into yours so hard that you couldn’t breathe.
“Because it had good ratings,” he replied nonchalantly, dumping a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
Despite how he sounded unfazed, Wonwoo was just as squirmy and uncomfortable as you. The couple in the movie reminded him so much of the two of you: a little unconventional, kind of crazy, but they still cared so much for each other. All he could think about the whole time was turning to you, pulling you into his lap, and making out with you until this stupid movie was over. He could even feel himself hardening under his shorts and hardly anything had happened in the movie! It was all just his own thoughts of you.
“I’m switching it,” you declared, leaning over to grab the remote from the coffee table.
Before your fingers could wrap around the black rectangle, Wonwoo’s hands latched onto your wrist, holding it in place.
“No,” he said sternly. “You can pick the next one when this is over.”
“It’s boring!” you groaned.
Truthfully, Wonwoo was nervous that if you turned your attention away from the movie, you’d end up noticing how turned on he was getting. So he insisted the movie keep playing.
“Not everything is about what you want,” he teased with a smirk.
“Jerk,” you frowned, sticking your tongue out at him.
You yanked your wrist out of his grasp and grabbed the remote anyway.
“_____!” he whined as you leaned over while he tried to reach for the remote, holding your arm away from him as you laughed.
“You can’t get it!” you sang in a teasing tone.
Wonwoo pulled the blanket off of his lap and completely climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head by the arm of the couch. Both of you seemed to freeze as it set in how you two were positioned: Wonwoo straddling your hips with his hands around your wrists, and you below him and completely at his mercy. Your eyes were locked, somehow unable to look away even though you were blushing redder than a tomato.
But you didn’t make any moves to pull away, and Wonwoo knew that you probably would’ve shoved him off and called him an idiot by now.
Wonwoo smirked as you gulped, “You should see how red you look right now, _____.”
You stammered, trying to come up with a response, but the best you could do was avert your eyes and mumble a “shut up”.
Wonwoo leaned closer so his breath fanned your face when he spoke. Your eyes widened, unable to pick just one place on his face to focus.
“Do I make you flustered, _____?” he questioned, his voice low. You knew Wonwoo was a teaser -- he loved to tease you -- but you didn’t think he would be like this. “How come you haven’t pushed me off yet? It’s almost like you like having me over you like this -- like you want me to do something more...”
You stayed quiet as you and Wonwoo switched between looking in each other’s eyes and glancing down at each other’s lips. Finally, he closed the gap, pressing his plush lips against yours. His hands released your wrists, moving down your arms and down your sides to your waist. He sat back, bringing you up with him as your lips stayed connected in a kiss that quickly grew heated. You straddled his lap as your fingers tangled in his hair, your hips instinctively grinding down on his softly as your tongues moved together.
Wonwoo groaned softly into your mouth at the feeling, but he quickly held your hips still.
“If you want something more, you have to tell me,” he said, his voice soft but gravely.
“I want more,” you mumbled, pressing your lips back to his.
“No,” he smirked, pulling back enough so he could really see your reaction for this, “I want you to say the whole thing.”
You whined, your head falling forward into his shoulder, “Wonwoo, don’t do this to me...”
“If you don’t say it, I won’t do anything else,” he chuckled. “We can just sit here, watch the movie, and--”
“Fine!” you groaned, refusing to lift your head because you were sure your entire face and neck were red with embarrassment. “What do you want me to say?”
He shrugged, “Just tell me that you want me to fuck you.”
“Those exact words?” you whined. “Why?”
“Alright...” he hummed as he thought, making you think he was going to go easy on you. But he was going to get back at you for all the time you gave him a hard time. Finally, it was his turn to give you a hard time.
“Tell me that you want to ride me.”
You tensed at his words, but he also felt how your thighs tried to press together despite the fact they were spread open over his lap. He chuckled, letting his hands move up and down your thighs.
“Come on, you have a big mouth normally but now you suddenly can’t speak?” he teased.
“You’re the worst,” you huffed.
“I’m hearing a lot of talking but nothing of importance.”
You let out a loud sigh before mumbling words into his shoulder which he definitely heard, but he wasn’t done with you.
“I’m sorry, what was that, _____?” he smirked. “You’re gonna have to look at me when you talk.”
You lifted your head timidly. Wonwoo’s smirk grew bigger seeing how your cheeks were so flushed and your eyes could barely look at him. It somehow gave you an innocence that drove him crazy -- especially when accompanied with the words that fell from your lips in a shy, soft voice.
“I wanna r-ride you...”
Wonwoo bit his lip, cupping your cheek and pulling your face back down to his.
“Was that so hard?” he whispered before he pressed his lips back to yours.
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[Every time I’m leaving on you
You don’t make it easy, no
Wish I could be there for you
Give me a reason to, oh]
You didn’t like watching everybody pile their luggage out of the dorms. You knew it was only for a month -- and you’d survived without Wonwoo for a month before -- but you were finally dating Wonwoo. You’d just started, and now he was leaving.
Whenever Wonwoo had to leave, you always had this permanent pout on your face that Wonwoo never failed to find adorable. Even if he was upset seeing you upset, that cute look on your face made him chuckle and shake his head. He knew it meant you were sad, but he couldn’t help it.
“You know I’ll be back soon,” he reminded you, standing before you just outside the front door to the building. “I’ll call you whenever I can, okay?”
And just like every other time, you wrapped your arms around his waist with an iron grip. Wonwoo laughed, letting his arms wrap around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head.
“You have to let go, y’know,” he told you, still chuckling at your actions.
You just whined in response.
“God, you’re never going to make leaving easy, are you?” he snorted, leaning away just enough to see your face that was still set in a pout.
You shook your head, “I’ll make it harder each time.”
“_____, please let go of our Wonwoo,” Jeonghan pleaded softly as he walked up behind Wonwoo to try to pull your arms apart.
“No!” you whined.
“Aw, c’mon, let’s just take _____ with us,” Wonwoo said, his head leaning against yours as he jutted out his lower lip, the puppy dog eyes aimed toward the manager that was standing by one of the cars.
“You know we can’t,” Seungcheol reminded him. “Come on, we have to go.”
Wonwoo did nothing to get out of your hold, keeping his arms resting comfortably around you while he laughed at his members struggle. When they finally did get him released, Seungcheol quickly grabbed him and dragged him away toward hip-hop unit’s car.
When Seungcheol had turned to get into the car himself, Wonwoo took off toward you. He crashed into you, barely managing to keep you and him up as his arms tightened around you.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he admitted in a soft whine.
“I know,” you sighed, rubbing his back, “but you have fans you have to see. You can’t disappoint them, right?”
“Wonwoo, what the fuck!” Jihoon groaned, noticing it was the taller member holding everybody up.
Even though you probably wanted him to stay even more than he did, you reluctantly pushed him away from you with a teasing smile, pointing to the open car door.
“Go on, you big idiot,” you told him with a light chuckle.
Seungcheol jogged back over to retrieve his member, dragging Wonwoo away by the arm.
“I’ll see you later, _____!” Wonwoo called, waving his hand over his head. “Take care of yourself for me!”
Truthfully, Wonwoo didn’t want to just leave like that -- in fact, Seungcheol was still dragging him to the car before shoving him inside because Wonwoo didn’t want to go. He wanted to put up more of a fight, but he knew he’d get in trouble if he did. So he complied with his manager and his members, pressing his face up against the tinted windows as they drove away and out of sight.
And just like every other time, you waited until Wonwoo was gone to let your tears escape.
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[Every time I’m walking out
I can hear you telling me to turn around
Fighting for my trust and you won’t back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now]
You were still giggling at the lame joke Wonwoo made as the two of you laid on your bed. It took a little bit of coaxing for you to cuddle with Wonwoo despite the fact you really really wanted to -- you were just a little shy about it, and Wonwoo’s teasing tones and smirks weren’t helping that -- but he finally had his arm around you with your head on his chest as he smiled up at the ceiling. Moments like these were ones he really enjoyed -- and there were plenty of them after that night in your apartment. The both of you knew there was no going back after having sex, but things just felt...right after that.
Now, here you were, spending your three month anniversary together with takeout, music, video games, and cuddling.
“You still owe me a rematch in Smash since you cheated,” Wonwoo reminded you.
You just scoffed, “You’re just mad that I’m better at playing Kirby than you are at playing literally anybody.”
“Being better at playing a character does not require stealing my controller and tossing it away from me,” Wonwoo frowned, poking your side to make you squeak.
“It just means I’m a better player!” you insisted.
“No, it means you’re a little cheater,” he told you, continuing to tickle your sides.
As you giggled and squirmed, swatting at Wonwoo’s hands while he kept an arm locked around your waist to keep you in his hold. When he noticed you were gasping for breaths was when he finally stopped, chuckling just at your laugh alone. It was possibly his favorite sound.
While your laughter was still dying down, Wonwoo placed a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widened. Neither of you had ever said the ‘L’ word to each other, and Wonwoo had just dropped it out of nowhere. You were definitely taken off guard to say the least.
Wonwoo just laughed softly at your expression, softly stroking your cheek with his thumb, “C’mon, say something.”
Your mind was racing with different things you wanted to say and do. You wanted to squeal with happiness and just yell about how much you loved him. You also wanted to bury your face in his chest just so he wouldn’t have to see you blushing as much as you were.
He smirked, “I haven’t seen you look this flustered since our first night together.”
“Ugh, don’t start,” you groaned, practically throwing your face into his chest as you gripped his shirt.
“Do you have anything to say back?” he wondered as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
You sighed dramatically as you lifted your head, playfully rolling your eyes, “No...”
“That’s not what you said in your sleep last week,” he smirked, quirking a brow.
Your eyes widened, “What?”
“Yeah, you talk in your sleep sometimes.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“I just did!”
As Wonwoo smiled brightly, you groaned in embarrassment and hid your face again as your cheeks heated up. Wonwoo just laughed warmly, hugging you tighter.
“It’s okay,” he assured you, “because I love you right back.”
When his laughter finally died down was when you finally decided to peek up at him to try to tease him back, but you saw something was different. Even the air felt different.
Wonwoo’s face had fallen, the happy twinkle in his eyes dulled. He let out a soft sigh as he looked up at the ceiling, his ‘thinking face’ on which included furrowed brows and his nose slightly scrunched.
“You okay?” you wondered quietly.
Wonwoo was silent for a moment which made your stomach do nervous flips. When he did finally speak, his words were soft and murmured with his eyes still glued to the ceiling.
“We’ll have to tell people at some point, won’t we?”
When you didn’t answer, Wonwoo looked down to see the panic in your eyes that was gone almost instantly, already shoved back down inside you to cover the vulnerability. He knew you hated the uneasiness of not knowing the future, but he also had to bring it up. You two were admitting you loved each other, which meant he had to start thinking about what would happen next.
“When do you want to?” you wondered, your voice quiet.
Wonwoo let out a short laugh that sounded more stressed than joyful, “Never.”
"C’mon, I’m serious.”
"So am I.”
You sat up, your hands on Wonwoo’s chest to push you, “You’re going to hide this?”
He sat up as well, “Are you going to force me to tell people?”
“Well, it just kind of seems like you want to hide me,” you admitted.
Wonwoo let out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head as he got up from the bed.
You sighed, standing up as well as Wonwoo left the bedroom. You followed behind him, watching as he went through the living room on his way to the door, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch.
You continued to follow after him, calling, “I don’t get why this is such a big deal to you!”
“Really? _____, have you seen how other couples are treated in this industry?” he asked in a loud voice, one hand running through his hair, “I don’t want you getting hurt or feeling bad about yourself or--”
“Wonwoo, stop,” you said, walking over to him and taking his hands, tugging softly to get him to look at you. “That doesn’t matter.”
“_____, you can’t just blow over this, too--”
You put your fingertips to his lips as he sat up to argue this, quickly shushing him.
“It doesn’t matter because nothing’s going to change us -- I won’t let it. It doesn’t matter if people hate me or they hate us being together or whatever it is that’s bothering you. I love you and it’s not going to change. I have you with me, so what is there to be scared of, right? Nobody can force me away from you.”
A smile slowly started to spread on your boyfriend’s face as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist to move your hand from his lips, “When did you get good at expressing your feelings?”
“From constantly talking to myself when you’re too busy playing video games,” you told him, sarcasm dripping in your tone.
Still, your words meant a lot to him. He knew that you could’ve panicked, too. He knew you could’ve just made a joke about it like you did with most things. But you still tried to comfort him, and he knew it was something you didn’t think you were good at. But you tried for him.
He wrapped you in his arms, knowing he’d just have to trust you on this one.
“I love you,” he told you.
Your arms wound around his waist, letting your head rest against his shoulder.
“I love you.”
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[I know you’re scared of the unknown
You don’t wanna be alone
I know I always come and go
But it’s out of my control]
It didn’t matter how many times you teased Wonwoo or shot a sarcastic comment at somebody. It didn’t matter how strong you acted or pretended how little you cared. Wonwoo knew you were scared of a lot of things: the future, things you couldn’t be sure of, and even being alone. You always tried to act like you were fine with all of those things -- especially the latter since you would insist you didn’t like people and preferred holing up in your room -- but Wonwoo knew you better.
Especially when he was announced to leave for six months.
The day before he had to leave, he wanted to spend it with you. He didn’t show up until the evening, though, since he was busy that day. He had been busy a lot, and this wasn’t even his first time leaving, but it was so much longer than you’d ever had to endure. You were terrified of what could possibly happen because of this long period of time away from each other, and Wonwoo could see that as soon as he came in.
All day, you’d been thinking about how Wonwoo would leave early in the morning. You couldn’t help but get upset thinking about how you’d have to spend those six months without the one person you loved and trusted more than anybody else. You’d basically be alone. Yeah, you’d have your friends and your family, but that was different. You loved Wonwoo differently than you loved them.
“Hey,” Wonwoo frowned when he opened the door to see you curled up on the couch with an odd look on your face -- it was some weird mixture of sadness and confusion, and he didn’t like it, “are you okay?”
You kept your eyes locked on the same spot across the couch up until the last word of your question, afraid of crying when you looked up at him.
“What if something happens to us when you’re gone?”
Sure enough, as soon as your eyes met his face, your lower lip started to quiver. You weren’t going to see that face in person for six months. You weren’t going to be able to hold or kiss him for 26 weeks. You would feel the same, empty, lonely feeling for 182 days, and all the anxieties that came with it.
Wonwoo walked over to you, sitting on the couch and pulling you into his embrace just as you broke down. He moved you into his lap as he shushed you and rubbed your back, keeping his hold on you tight and comforting.
“I know you’re afraid, baby,” he murmured, his lips against the side of your head, “but we’ll be okay, I promise.”
“You can’t know that,” you sniffled, your voice breaking twice.
He frowned hearing you sound so worried and broken. He wished he could somehow take all of your worried and anxieties and get rid of them forever. He wanted you to feel calm and secure all the time, but he knew you worried about a lot of small things even when you knew deep down that there was no point in worrying. You just couldn’t help it, and he understood that.
“I’ll video chat with you as often as I can, and it’ll be almost like I’m beside you,” he promised. “Try to visit your parents or a friend when you feel extra lonely, though, okay? I know you don’t like feeling vulnerable, but do it for me, alright? You have to take care of yourself while I’m gone -- I’ll be checking.”
You nodded, but you didn’t trust your voice enough to answer him with words. You already didn’t like that he could feel your body shaking with silent sobs, you didn’t want loud whimpers and cries to escape, too.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave you,” he sighed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’d stay with you all the time if I could.”
“I wish I could go with you,” you told him just above a whisper. “I don’t wanna not have you around.”
But neither of those options were possible. Wonwoo and the rest of his members had already tried asking the staff about you tagging along, even for a little bit, but they were all given the same answer: no. It was completely out of his hands, no matter how badly he wished he could do something about it. The next morning, he’d be up before the sun to get on a plane to go to a different country.
But for the night, he could have you in his arms until he had to go, leaving you alone back home.
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[Then you’ll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by you
You’re the sunflower
I think your love would be too much
Or you’ll be left in the dust
Unless I stuck by you
You’re the sunflower
You’re the sunflower]
"Are you eating enough? You look thinner.”
“Yah, are you my mom?”
“Sorry, I’m not into that.”
Wonwoo rolled his eyes as he tried to suppress a laugh. Meanwhile, you laughed loudly, not caring if anybody on his end might hear -- the only other person in his hotel room was Seungcheol, but he had headphones in while he played a game.
“I’m eating, I promise,” Wonwoo nodded, smiling at your face that was currently on his phone screen. “Are you doing okay?”
You shrugged, peeling your eyes away from your phone where you could clearly see your boyfriend laying down in bed to check your water that was boiling for ramen, “I guess. I miss you a lot, but school kinda keeps me distracted sometimes.”
“Sometimes, huh?”
“I’m paying attention, I swear! I promised I would, and I keep my promises.”
He chuckled, “I know you do, baby. I’m sorry I couldn’t call the last week, but I got all of your texts about your exams. I’m proud of you.”
You flashed him a proud grin as you stirred your ramen, “Thanks! I’m, uh...sorry for spamming your phone. I tried to keep it to just good morning and goodnight texts.”
“I like it. It lets me know that you didn’t forget about me.”
You never failed to send him a text at least once a day, and while he couldn’t reply, it made Wonwoo feel so warm inside knowing you were still keeping him updated and checking on him. You really were so loyal and caring toward him, which he didn’t even understand. He’d been gone for three months now, and he thought you would’ve given up or moved on by now -- anybody else would’ve.
But you weren’t just anybody.
You scoffed, “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You are the famous Jeon Wonwoo, after all.”
As Wonwoo watched you make your late dinner in just a big t-shirt he’d left behind for you, and your hair still messy and damp from a shower, he suddenly got hit with one of those ‘wow, I really love you’ moments, and all he could do was stare at you. Stare at how your hair fell in your face as you cracked an egg into your ramen, and how your lips moved as you softly mouthed the words to a song he couldn’t hear, and how you were doing literally nothing of significance but he wanted to watch you forever.
When Wonwoo didn’t reply, you looked at the phone to make sure the connection wasn’t lost, only to find Wonwoo looking at you almost dreamily.
“What?” you asked.
He just smiled softly and shook his head, “You don’t ever have to worry about me forgetting about you.”
