how wonwoo, your long-term boyfriend, comforts you when you are having the “worst day of your life” (na-sold out na ‘yung makeup product na inaantay mong mag-sale).
“hi, baby, ikaw na lang pala mag-isa rito.” a soft voice echoed through my ears. noong lumingon ako, there he is—my wonwoo—nakatayo sa labas ng pintuan ng classroom namin. dali-daling tumulo ang mga luha ko sa lambing at tamis ng boses nito. ewan ko ba, hindi naman ako palaiyak noon, pero simula noong dumating siya sa buhay ko, tila nagbago ang timpla ng damdamin ko; mas madali na para sa akin na ipakita ang vulnerability ko.
“baby,” i cried out habang papalapit sakaniya para yakapin siya. wonwoo didn’t waste a single second and immediately hugged me back.
“why po? anong nangyari?” he asked softly, rubbing my back as he embraced me in his arms even tighter.
“baby, na-sold out na ‘yung ina-eye kong loose powder!” i dramatically cried out to him. “this is the worst day of my life, baby!” dagdag ko pa.
“i thought you were gonna checkout through online, baby?” he asked, with a worried look on his face. i frowned sa question niya. dali-dali naman nitong pinunasan ang luha ko at ngumiti.
“yes! that was the plan nga! but then nag extend si miss ng time namin para i-explain yung final project namin for this semester!” i answered him. i immediately realized how harsh my tone was.
“i’m sorry, baby,” i whispered. “i shouldn’t have raised my voice sa’yo. i’m really just exhausted. uwi na tayo, please.” aya ko sakaniya.
“mhm, uuwi na tayo, baby ko. naiintindihan ko ‘yung frustration mo, baby, hindi mo kailangan mag-sorry.” he smiled as he hugged me once more.
when i first met wonwoo, he looked like the most cold person ever. and i guess i got lucky enough to know him, get close to him, and realize that wonwoo is just so different from other men. with that blank expression you’ll see when you first meet him, you would never know that he’s such a caring, sweet, and kind guy. he’s always been this gentle, even on the days when i have nothing to offer. he gave me a reason to be a better person. despite of how unfair life has become for him, he still chose to be this kind-hearted person, and for that, i am more than grateful to be his other half. if selflessness was a person, it would be him. he is my answered prayer.
as we approach his car in the parking lot, biglang nagsalita si wonwoo. “baby, pikit ka muna,” aniya habang tinatakpan ang mga mata ko gamit ang kaliwang kamay nito. he didn’t waste a second and opened the trunk of his car. “surprise! flowers for you, pretty.” he said as he handed me a bouquet of my favorite flowers.
“baby naman! you didn’t have to pero thank you.” dahan-dahan na naman tumulo ang mga luha ko. i hugged him, whispering “thank yous” into his ear. i planted a soft kiss on his cheek as i break away from our hug.
“thank you talaga, baby…” dagdag ko pa habang pinupunasan ang mukha ko gamit ang tissue na iniabot sa akin ni wonwoo.
“before i forget, ito pa, baby.” he said habang dahan-dahan nitong inaabot sa akin ang paper bag na nasa trunk din ng sasakyan niya.
when i opened it, i was surprised. not just 1, 2, nor 3, but 6 boxes! there were 6 boxes of the same loose powder i’ve mentioned earlier!
“before you ask, why i bought 6 boxes, i wasn’t sure about your shade kasi, baby. if i remember it correctly, you’ve never mentioned it kaya i went with all the shades na. you might ask din how i bought them. since you’ve been mentioning it way before pa, i made sure na dumaan muna sa SM earlier before heading sa’yo, vacant ko naman plus hindi masyadong mahaba ‘yung pila, sooo.” he said, smiling softly at me. “are you happy na, baby ko?” dagdag pa niya.
“you’re insane, jeon wonwoo! baby, ang mahal nito. oh my god, pumila ka pa talaga, baby. i’ll pay you back, i promise.” i said, crying even more now.
“baby, that’s my gift. don’t pay me back, ha? not buts, baby, gift ko ‘yan, so you don’t have to pay me back. i love you.” he said as he wiped away the tears from my face.
“baby, i don’t know what i would’ve done without you. thank you so much, really. i genuinely appreciate this. i love you so so so much…” i sad softly. offering another kiss on his cheek.
“you’re welcome, baby. i love you more! saan pala gusto kumain ng baby ko na ‘yan? tara, treat ko.” hirit pa nito.
Summary: While exposing a dangerous crime syndicate, a journalist keeps receiving help from a mysterious source, who just happens to be the syndicate’s leader.
Genre: Smau, crime, romance, mystery, drama
Au: social media au (smau), non idol au, journalist au, crime boss au
A/n: wow i forgot i had this. Lmao🤣🤣. Anyways the 2nd chapter is up, but you all have to wait for the next chapter again
summary: based on the prompt 'a hug between friends lasts a little too long'
word count: 450
Masterlist
It’s getting harder to pretend. Mostly around everyone else, because he’s long given up on trying to convince himself that he’s not completely smitten by you. It happens in fragments: the way you like to open bottles before passing them over to him; the way your body leans towards him when you laugh; the brightness of your smile in photos.
And he’s taken more than enough of them to memorize it.
You have to know. After all, he feels like his entire soul is on display when he’s with you. The last book you borrowed from him came back with a spray of sticky notes, all your reactions scribbled down in loopy, sprawling script. You looked a bit embarrassed as you handed it to him.
“I had a lot to say,” you said. “I hope it’s okay.”
“Of course,” was his response.
He says it a lot these days. Do you want to go out for coffee? Do you want to see a movie with me? Wonwoo, I saved you a seat–do you want to sit next to me? Can we order extra fries?
His answer is always the same: Of course. Anything you want, he’s down for it. The waitress drops off two cans of coke and you open his first, pour it cleanly before sliding the cup towards him. You don’t even look as you do it, the action reflexive at this point. He moves his plate a little closer so you can pick at it.
“You’re such a goner,” says Mingyu, when you’re out of earshot.
I am.
“Just ask her out.”
“I will,” says Wonwoo, though he doesn’t know how. Every time he thinks he’s ready to make the leap, he shies away from the edge. He’s considered a million possible ways to ask you and none of them feel right. He needs to know which one is the right one. The one that will ensure you say yes.
Because he’d rather spend another year in this agony than get it wrong.
He doesn’t think he has that long though. If Mingyu’s noticed, the rest of them will, too. The next time he goes out, he’s resolved to be as normal as possible.
That lasts exactly as long as it takes for you to come into view.
Even in a group, he’s the one you hug first. Always.
And if he holds you just a heartbeat too long, if he lets his hand rest in the small of your back, you don’t notice, right? Your smile is just as warm, just as beautiful as always when you finally pull away.
“Did you miss me?” you ask, a teasing note in your voice.
Summary: While exposing a dangerous crime syndicate, a journalist keeps receiving help from a mysterious source, who just happens to be the syndicate’s leader.
Genre: Smau, crime, romance, mystery, drama
Au: social media Au (smau), mon idol au, journalist au, crime boss au
A/n: so it's finally hereee. I'll TRY to post other chapters as soon as possible (I said try). And I was so so so hella confused with the tagging thing, so I just tagged whoever asked for it and rebloged it. If you want to be removed from it be free to ask. And if you want to be added, then either comment on it or reblog it. Or you can dm me too. Thank you and enjoy
Summary: While exposing a dangerous crime syndicate, a journalist keeps receiving help from a mysterious source, who just happens to be the syndicate’s leader.
Genre: Smau, crime, romance, mystery, drama
Au: social media Au (smau), mon idol au, journalist au, crime boss au
A/n: Am I going crazy? Yes I am. I miss him so baddd. Just released him already.
A/n 2: please do let me know if y'all want to get tagged for it. Summary of each chapter will be posted after I start posting 🤘
Chapter 1
At the newsroom, the reader volunteers to investigate the dangerous Helix syndicate, despite her friends warning her about how risky it is. While everyone thinks she’s being reckless, she’s determined to uncover the truth, unaware that her investigation is about to catch the attention of someone powerful watching from the shadows.
Chapter 3
Chapter 2
After receiving mysterious warnings from an unknown number about the dangerous syndicate Helix, the reader brushes it off as dramatic nonsense. Until the stranger starts knowing too much about her movements, especially her investigation near the docks. Meanwhile, Seungkwan and Soonyoung grow increasingly worried as the reader continues recklessly chasing the story alone.
A/N: Idk tbh my first ever time writing a story here ᕦ(ಠ_ಠ)ᕤ hopefully it's good 😔☝🏼
the apartment's front door opened with a soft yet firm click. wonwoo stepped in, raising his eyebrows at the quietness engulfing the apartment. usually he'd step in to the sound of oil sizzling in the kitchen and pans clattering around. wonwoo would walk over and lean in against the wall or the counter, stealing food from the plates as you swatted his hand away.
other days, he'd walk in to you sprawled across the couch, book open and snacks lying around. some tv show playing in the background that you were absolutely not watching and yet refused to turn off.
today, this silence feels out of place. wonwoo takes off his coat, steps in his house slippers and walks in. the door to your bedroom is slightly ajar. the lamp is turned on and he finds you laying there snuggled into the comforter, your eyes closed.
he steps in, walking towards your side of the bed. "bad day?" wonwoo murmurs, kneeling on the floor, softly tucking away a few strands of stray hair from your face.
"how did you know i wasn't sleeping?" you ask, snuggling deeper into the bed.
a soft smile tugsat wonwoo's lips. he leans in closer, flicking your forhead. "hmm, maybe because i've known you since you were a child?" he then totally pushes the comforter away, tugging at your arms. "get up, we're going out."
you protest in response, mumbling about how tired you were but wonwoo doesn't listening, already dragging you off the bed, putting you shoes infront of you, wrapping your coat and scarf on, as you pretend to pout while secretly enjoying it. though you'd never admit it infront of your boyfriend.
"where are we even going?" you act like you are complaining as you lean your head against his shoulders. the lift lets out a soft ding, indicating that the lift has arrived in the garage. wonwoo puts his arm out, interlocking his hand with yours as you both walk towards his car.
"its a secret." he says as he opens the door for you to sit in before he gets on his seat and drives the car off.
"you're no fun". you complain while getting comfortable on the passenger seat, humming to the soft tunes wonwoo plays on the speaker. one of his hands reaches out and he interlocks your fingers together. his eyes still focused on the road.
you pretend to not notice the way your heart flutters with that familiar giddiness everytime wonwoo does these little things. its the attention to tiny details, an after thought, and yet he always makes sure to be mindful of these details.
the car winds through the mountains, the city skyline glowing in the distance. it comes to a stop at an empty spot, perched at the top of the hills. wonwoo stops the car, and before you can open the door, he's already at your side, opening the door like a gentleman.
you take his hand as you walk towards the benches, sitting down as you look at the beautiful evening sky. wonwoo doesn't speak first. he just takes something out of his pocket and hands it over to you.
a smile tugs at your lips as you look at your favorite candy in his hands.
"you're acting like i'm a child you have to bribe." you state taking it from his hands. he looks at you, his gaze all serious. "looking after you is harder than looking after a child."
"wonwoo!!" you complain, trying your best to glare at him. "i am not a child thankyou very much." wonwoo just shakes his head and smiles in response.
you sit there, hand in hand, wonwoo talks about his day at office, how one of his employees almost made him trip over a stack of papers. and then proceeded to apologize throughout the day because he got scared of wonwoo's quietness.
you just laugh at his funny stories, shaking your head at how people in his office think wonwoo is a scary guy, when he has been nothing but soft ever since you met him for the first time.
"so," he says, pulling you out of your thoughts. "care to tell me why you were rolled like a kicked puppy today?"
"woww, what a way to ask me about what happened." you shake your head at him, turning your face the away. wonwoo laughs, pulling you close, tilting you head up making you look up at him.
the proximity does something to you and you find yourself at a loss of words.
"seriously, it's nothing. just a bad day at work, little things piling up at work." you say and smile up at him. but wonwoo just shakes his head. "i dont care if its a silly thing, or if its not important, i want to know about your day, even if you felt unreasonable, i want to know your thoughts". he says, his eyes sincere.
fondness creeps into your heart, at the way he always knows what to say, the way he knows you enough to make you feel better. you sigh out, lips tugging up as you poke his cheeks. "thankyou for taking me out here, it really helped take my head off stuff".
wonwoo hums as he pulls you into a close hug. "anyday love, you dont have to carry everything alone, when we're together, we're together in everything. even the things that appear too small to fuss over" he says as he plants a small kiss on your forehead.
and there, on your small escapade on the hills sitting on a bench looking at the sky line, you could never be more grateful for the love you and wonwoo share for each other. life can be extra harsh on some days but as long as you have wonwoo by your side, everything becomes much more bearable. because you know he will always have your back. and that is enough comfort for you.
Synopsis ✨ It wasn't that you hated your boss, you just disliked him. Disliked how the women of the office fell to their knees for him, disliked the fact he was simply given everything in his life, disliked his perfect, flawless hair. But suddenly, one argument and one fortune are going to bring you a hell of a lot closer to the man who hate dislike.
Genre ✨ Enemies to Lovers, sort of workplace romance, fluff, smut
Word Count ✨ 8.7k
Warnings ✨ lots of fluff, Wonwoo is such a green flag, Dom Wonwoo, bratty reader, face sitting, oral f. recieving, male masturbation, unprotected sex (OC is on birth control), spanking, nipple play, cream pie, Wonwoo has a filthy mouth, lots more fluff and a lot more bickering because that's just what they do, POV switches
Masterlist is here
a/n ✨ this mini series was my first upload and the response has been so nice, so thank you! I hope you enjoy the final part (:
Tag: @bramos91
“Why aren’t you coming in?”
Wonwoo had entered his apartment before you, the elevator bringing you both up to the top floor of the towering glass building he lives in. You know you’ve technically been here before but there’s something about entering it that seems more imposing than just waking up here.
“I’ve never been here as me, I don’t want to, I don’t know. Break anything? Mess anywhere up?”
You stare around the place from the elevator. It’s open plan, airy almost. The fact that you can describe an apartment as airy should give some insight to the sheer size of it. And yet, it isn’t unliveable. You’ve seen in fancy magazines all these ridiculous homes that designers and architects have designed and some of them just seem fucking ridiculous. Yes, it probably seemed like a good idea to the architect with too much money, to install a slide into their home to be “revolutionary” but how do you clean it? The idiots never thought of that did they? No. Wonwoo’s apartment wasn’t that of an idiot with too much money, it was just big.
“So, you’re just going to stand by the elevator?”
“I might like elevators. You don’t know.”
“Do you?” His pointed look makes you smile. Fuck you’ve grown far too attached to your boss.
“I do appreciate how they get me from a to b, but no.”
“Then please come in.” He’s almost pleading with you, like he doesn’t want this night to start with an argument.
Sighing you move to take your shoes off, placing your bag next to it and coat on the hook nearby.
“You didn’t put socks on me?” You wiggle your toes mortified at the fact he’s seen your multicoloured glittery toenails. For work you keep your fingernails neutral, but you’d got bored a couple of nights ago and when it came to painting your toenails, you’d just taken all the polish and went a little wild. Nobody saw them and it brightened up your day.
“You wear socks with those shoes? The only socks I saw in my rush to get underwear out had dinosaurs on them and I’m certain I’ve never seen you were those with a skirt and loafers.”
“I meant little ones that just covered my toes! It stops blisters.”
He looks at you like you’ve grown two heads. You’re not entirely sure what his problem is to be honest, you shouldn’t get a blister because he’s done half a job in getting you dressed.
“Can I just remind you, by the time I was getting dressed, I’d woken up as a woman, had to pee as a woman, been shouted at by your mother, all the while I had Twice ringing in my ears!”
He does have a point and the way he pouts a little, and eyes widen when he’s ranting makes him look so cute.
He notices you trying to hold back a laugh and it seems he can’t stay mad at you because he walks over, takes your hand and all but drags you into his apartment.
“Sit here please.” He mumbles, more of less placing you on his large white sofa. Fuck this is comfortable, you could sleep on this sofa and have zero complaints. “Would you be annoyed if I had a shower too? I can just get changed if you’re hungry and want to get out of here.”
“It’s fine,” you reply happily, making yourself more comfortable, “It is technically my fault you haven’t showered.”
“True,” God, his smile is so perfect, did he say he’d only had one girlfriend? How is that possible? “Sooooo, yeah. I’ll be really quick. You could watch tv? Or…… there’s drinks! Do you want a drink? I could make you something before I have a……”
“Wonwoo,” he stops in his fussing, a small hint of smile on his lips from you using his name instead of the dreaded Mr Jeon, “I’ll be fine just sat here. Go! The quicker you go, the quicker we can get chicken.”
“Yeah, good point.”
He jogs off towards what you know to be his bedroom. That’s wild, you think to yourself, who can jog around an apartment? You certainly couldn’t jog around yours but that’s not really a bad thing. In fact, it does mean that on bad days you can go from the shower to your pyjamas, to the ice cream in the freezer and onto the sofa to mope in one fast loop. If you had to do that here, you’d have to sit down halfway through your sadness circuit because of the sheer size of the place. Hell, if Podge had to come here, he’d need an iron lung to get from the sofa to the kitchen.
Now you’re not here panicking you can really take in your surroundings, it’s elegant but in a very Wonwoo way. Or what you now think of as a Wonwoo way after finding out so much about him. The photos adoring the walls are all in ornate picture frames, but the photos within them juxtapose that entirely. There are photos of Wonwoo and his college friends, you presume, with those silly hats on with straws, photos of him and who you suppose must be his mom, at Disney Land and even at what looks to be a Moomin Café in Japan. You note any that have his father in seem to be more professional looking, he mustn’t have gone of those trips with Wonwoo and his mom.
You get it in some respects, he’s made his family one of the richest in the country and provides for them because of that. It’s just sad that it had to come at the expense of his family.
At least Wonwoo’s father has worked for something to share with his family though. You always had to do without as a child, even when it came to clothes, many of yours were thrifted so that your mother could spend money on herself. And your dad had never really spent any time with you, a lot of the time you wondered if he even knew you were his child.
Neither of them had come to your university graduation, claiming the journey was too long. Hell they probably didn’t know which one you’d gone to. Luckily for you, a teacher had seen that you had potential but no support and so helped you with applications for schools, grants, bursaries, anything and everything that could get you through university and into a position where you could make it.
“What’s up?” you eyes snap to the man next to you.
You hadn’t even realised Wonwoo had come back until he’s throwing himself into the seat next to you. He smells like a mixture of pear and cedar and automatically it calms you somehow. It seems so familiar and yet so new at the same time. Or maybe it’s just Wonwoo that makes you feel calmer. But whatever it is, seeing his family, his life and him wanting to spend time with you, shows you something you think you’ve known for a long time.
“I don’t want the money for my mom and dad.”
He stares at you like a deer caught in headlights, still damp hair falling over his glasses slightly.
“____ please! I said it could be a loan, I wasn’t trying to pity you!”
“No, I know that” you pause wondering whether he’d mind if you held his hand. Fuck it, he kissed you, you can hold his hand, so you grab it and hold it in yours, “I’m not giving them anything. Not anymore.”
“What?” His eyes widen like he’s scared you saying that might summon your mother.
“I was looking at the photos on your wall over there. And you had such a nice childhood, I’m not trying to guilt trip you,” you rush to add in, you don’t want him to think you’re trying to say your life is worse than his, you’re aware he’s struggled too, “I just…. I didn’t. No birthday gifts, no graduation presents, fuck they didn’t even come to it. Why am I giving them money each month? I don’t owe them anything. I guess I just saw that, even in the photos with your dad, he still provides for you even if he wasn’t cut out for being a dad. And I’m not saying my situation is worse than yours….”
“It is,” he interrupts, with a sad smile.
“But I don’t know, I guess seeing how they treat me from outside of my own body, seeing the effect it had on someone else when they were me only for a few hours. It cemented the fact it isn’t fair. I don’t lose anything by cutting them off, they weren’t there to start off with.” A pause, fuck have you said too much, does he even care about this? It’s been less than twenty-four hours since this whole thing started.
“I get it. I think it’s the right thing to do, if it means anything. And plus, you’ve got people around you that do care. Your friends seem to, judging by the photos on your wall, you’ve got a cool cat and…..You’ve got me?”
Did he just say what you think he did?
“I’ve got you?” your whip your head round to look at him.
“I mean, if you want me. I’m not declaring my undying love for you or anything. Not yet,” he smiles, “but. I’d like to see where this goes. I’ve told you stuff today nobody knows about me and you’ve told me stuff that you’ve never shared. And that kiss was…”
“Fucking amazing.” You interrupt, your heart fluttering as he throws his head back in laughter, squeezing your hand as he does it.
“Exactly. But……will your mom hound you?” you can tell he hates to ask it, but he needs to, more for his own piece of mind than anything.
“I can block her number. She never bothered to find out my email or my address. And she never bothered to ask where I work.”
“Fuck that absent parent thing is really gonna bite her on the ass.”
“Yeah.”
You both sit in a silence for a few minutes, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hand, the feel of it soothing any nerves you might have from your revelation about your parents.
“Do you want to block her now then? I really want to go and grab the food so we can go to yours and it’d be nice to know she won’t be trying to call.”
Fuck, you’d gotten so settled just sitting with him that you forgot about anything else.
“Oh. Yeah.” you rush to get your phone out of your pocket.
The second your thumb hits block on their contact details, you feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. For the first time in your life, you won’t be shackled to people who never loved you, who just used you for what they could before tossing you aside.
Why are you laughing? And why are you laughing yet tears are running down your face? Fuck this is whirlwind of emotions, and it seems your body doesn’t know how to react.
To your surprise, Wonwoo joins in with the laughter. If someone walked in here now they’d think you’d both finally lost the plot.
“What a wild day.” You hiccup, both a sob and a laugh trying to fight their way out of you.
“Wild yes,” he sighs as his laughing comes to an end, though a smile remains, “but I don’t know, I’ve quite enjoyed myself in a weird way.”
“Me too.”
Your eyes meet and it’s so tempting to lean in, you can tell he’s thinking the same thing, his eyes keep flitting down to your lips and it’s not like you even have to be anywhere and….
Fuck. How fucking embarrassing.
“Was that your stomach?” Wonwoo asks in amazement at the sheer velocity of your stomach rumbling, the moment is gone and replaced with nothing but embarrassment, “Or did you let a lion in here before you left for the office?”
“Ohhh god!” You sink back into the sofa, arms covering your face. “Just leave me here to die of embarrassment. Tell Podge I love him, tell Jeonghan to find me a nice plot for my burial site and tell Yunjin to put me in something nice. Not anything with frills.”
Strong hands run up your forearms before settling on your wrists and gently wresting you out from your hole of embarrassment.
“No.” a quick kiss on your lips that you desperately try to follow but he leans back and chuckles at you instead. “Come on, I want to see Podge.”
“You’ve grown very attached to my cat Wonwoo. Are you sure you want to see me and not my cat? Are you just using me to get close to him?”
He moves to stand up, bringing you with him despite how much you grumble about it.
“Podge isn’t my type sadly.”
“And what is your type?”
You’re stood so close together you think you might pass out from the pear and cedar smell invading your every sense.
“You.” Your stomach tingles at how bluntly he says that. No fear or embarrassment in his voice at all. “Now PLEASE can we go. I’m hungry and clearly so are you.”
“Not yet.”
“Why?” Is eyebrows knit together, why are you denying him chicken and the chance to have a normal meal with a normal person who just happens to have a crush on?!
“The switch?”
He stares at you, you’re not going easy on him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Are you sure you’re not using me for my switch?”
“You’ll have to find out.” You say triumphantly, turning and heading to door, leaving Wonwoo staring after you in wonderment.
He more or less trips over his own feet trying to get to his tv to unplug the switch and docking station.
“Perfect timing.”
Wonwoo is unpacking the fried chicken and tteokbokki when you leave your bedroom. He seemed so settled in your little apartment and the way he greeted Podge made your heart melt. You truly misjudged him, let people’s comments affect your opinion of him without even knowing him. Hopefully now you do know him a little better, this date could actually lead somewhere.
Well shit.
Is this a date?
Because you’re currently in sleep shorts with pandas on and your university hoody. You didn’t think this through at all, you just saw he’d changed into a different set of deep blue sweats and presumed comfort was top of the agenda.
Sure, you’ve not been on a huge amount of first dates. But you’re certain your first date with your ex-boyfriend didn’t start with you make up-less, hair still a little damp and essentially dressed for bed.
“Is this a date?”
Why do you have to be like this? Could you not have sat down and brought it up slowly? Instead of standing in front of the poor man as he opens a box of chicken, like some sort of weirdo and demanding to know if this is a date.
He thinks for a second, probably wondering if this is some sort of test.
“Yes.”
“Right. Ok then.”
“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”
You turn back to him, like the answer should be obvious. It is obvious.
“Well, I can’t wear panda pyjamas and no make up to a date Wonwoo.”
“I am.”
“What?”
“No,” he sighs, “I’m wearing comfortable clothes why can’t you?”
“BECAUSE IT’S A DATE?” Why does he not see the problem here?! “I should at least put something on my face.”
“You’d look like an idiot sitting in Panda pyjamas with lipstick on.”
“People don’t normally wear this for a first date Wonwoo.”
“People aren’t normally inside the other person before a first date.”
His stares at you, mouth opening and closing like a startled fish at what he’s just said. WHY IS HE SO CUTE?!
“Sorry.”
“I knew what you meant, don’t worry about it.”
He nods, glancing round the room and then looks back at you.
“Please don’t change, I think you look beautiful.”
Now it’s your turn to look startled. Wonwoo is without a doubt the most handsome man you’ve ever met, someone like him calling you beautiful sends a thrill straight through you.
“Are you going to stand there blushing all night? Or should we eat this whilst its still hot?”
“Hot sounds hot, I mean you’re hot…NO… I mean yes, lets eat this delicious chicken whilst its hot!”
Fucking hell. It’s going to be a long night.
You’re not sure how got here, in this position. Well, actually, you are. Dinner was incredible, there hasn’t been a second where you’ve not been speaking about anything and everything that came to mind, you hadn’t even played on the switch, it just lays forgotten on your dining table.
But talking is the last of your concerns right now, Wonwoo’s lips move against yours like you’re the only thing that matters to him in the whole world. His tongue roams around your mouth like it’s his right to do so and you let him because right now you’ve never felt this desired by someone. You can feel how hard he is through his sweats and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to not grind down on him from your position on his lap. His hands rest possessively on your hips like there’s no option of you freeing yourself from him. Not that you’d want to, his lips feel like silk against yours, the way his tongue feels on yours is intoxicating. You can’t get enough him, you know you’re already staining your panties with how much you want him and it would just be so easy to just relieve some of that pressure….
“S-sorry,”
You pull away from him when he groans at the feeling of your clothed pussy grinding onto him. Maybe it’s too much too soon.
“Don’t apologise.” He looks up at you like you hold all the answers to the universe, his hands still holding onto your hips. “Did you want to stop?”
“Did you?” You don’t want to, you want him to do whatever the hell he wants to.
“I want whatever you want.”
Time to be brave ____. How often do you find yourself on top of a man who looks like Wonwoo, who wants you like you want him and who actually makes you feel seen?
“I want you to stay here tonight. I…. I want you to do whatever you want to.”
“Whatever I want?” Fuck his cocky smirk is so different to the nerdy boss who you’ve been with all day, your pussy tingles at the thought of what he’s capable of.
“W-well. Within reason.”
“Sooooo, if I wanted to take you to bed and fuck your pretty pussy until you can’t walk?”
You can’t help it, you grind down on him again at the idea of what this man might be capable of.
“Is that a yes?” You don’t look at him, embarrassed that you’ve just let your pussy answer instead of your voice, “Look at me ____.”
You do. You can’t not.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” You whisper back, moving quickly to hop off his lap.
You take his hand in yours heading to your bedroom, but you stop in your tracks when you notice the very prominent outline in his pants. Well, you suppose you’d probably stand there quite proudly too if you had a dick that size because it looks fucking exquisite. It felt big under you but it seems even then you underestimated it.
“Earth to ____?”
“Sorry, got distracted.” Your eyes flit up from his dick to look at him.
“I could see that.”
“It’s very annoying.”
His smug grin is wiped from his face and replaced with a look of horror.
“What?” He asks, looking down at his dick.
“Just….. Before I was you today, before all this happened and I thought you were an asshole, I used to hope you had a tiny dick. At least that would mean at least part of you wasn’t perfect.”
The smug grin returns as he moves closer to you, bringing you right up against him by your waist.
“There are a lot of things about me that aren’t perfect ____.” Has his voice become even deeper? You swear he could make you cum just by keeping talking to you like that, “But, I will admit, my dick is pretty perfect.”
Your eyeroll is cut off, eyes closing completely when he presses you into his hard dick.
Enough of the teasing, you grab his hand and drag him towards the bedroom. He wants to be cocky, he can show you what he can do.
He’s clearly not expecting the burst of confidence from you because as you push him down on your bed, he yelps slightly, cheeks flushing at sound he’s just made. You don’t care though, he could make any noise he likes as long as you get to feel his lips on yours again.
He lays in the middle of your bed, resting on his elbows, pupils blown and breathing ragged as he watches you approach him slowly. Your shorts are discarded on the floor, and you play with the hem of your hoody, eyebrow raised in question as to whether you should take it off. Fuck, you’ve never been one to take charge in the bedroom but the way he’s looking at you makes your pussy tingle.
“Take it off.”
Well. That won’t do. You shake your head, sighing.
You can tell he doesn’t want to give in. The brief glimpse of the more dominant Wonwoo is still at the centre of your thoughts and you can’t wait to see that side of him. But manners cost nothing and whilst you, for once in your life, are in charge, he can use them.
“____.” His tone is almost warning, and you notice the slight movement in his sweats, probably at the thought of reprimanding you for being a brat.
“See , the problem is, now I’ve had a taste of power, being a manager briefly and all,” you ignore the fact that your day of technically being management was spent crying in his car and threatening elderly ladies, “I don’t think I want to do things if people don’t show me the proper respect.”
Oh, you’ve definitely unlocked something in him now, his eyes hold a ferocious fire in them and the way his tongue is poking his cheek as he assesses your body, now only stood in thin panties and your hoody, makes you clench around nothing.
“Is that so?”
“Hm-mm” you agree, feigning the most innocent look you can.
You don’t get a chance to figure out what he’s doing, in the blink of an eye he’s on his feet, he grabs your thighs, lifts you briefly and throws you onto your bed. It isn’t hard and was in no way intended to hurt, but it was definitely meant to show you who’s boss.
“Do you want to run that by me again?”
His hands sit either side of your head as he hovers over you, eyes roaming all over your face for any hint that you’re not into this.
“Well, I was saying….” Your words are cut off as they turn into a moan, as he grinds his dick onto your clothed pussy.
“What was that darling? You didn’t quite finish that sentence.”
You try to keep grinding yourself on him, but he leans back a little so you can’t reach him.
Your indignant huff makes him chuckle.
“Not so brave now, are we?” He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “Is this all, ok? Not too much?”
“It’s fucking great.” You say a bit too quickly, making him smile. God you would cross oceans to see that smile.
“Where are your condoms?”
Shit.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“I don’t think I’ve got any. You must carry some around with you?”
“____. I haven’t had sex in, like, maybe over a year? Why would I carry them round?”
“Well, I’m the same!” You whine, “Why would I have any?!”
“Are you on birth control?”
“I mean, yeah but are you clean? I had my annual check-up last week, so I know I am.”
“I am, I got checked after I broke up with my girlfriend ages ago.” The idea of his girlfriend makes you pout, fuck you’re so far gone for this man.
“This might ruin the moment, and you don’t have to say yes, but are you fully in this? This isn’t just a one and done sort of thing?”
He looks hurt, but you had to ask. You’re not about to take any sort of risk, whether you’re protected and clean or not, for the sake of a one-night stand.
“I meant what I said before, you’ve got me if you’ll have me. I’m all in.”
Your heart flutters, this is not how you thought this day would go at all.
“Then, we can carry on?”
He gives you a stern look, similar to the one you’d given him when you trying to get him to beg you to take your sweater off.
But unlike Wonwoo, you have no inhibitions about begging in the bedroom.
“Carry we carry on, please Wonwoo.”
Fuck, there’s that smirk again. It’s like there’s a switch in him that turns him from hot nerd to sex god in a matter of seconds.
“Take this off,”
You’ve no idea why he’s telling you to when he’s already leaning back and lifting it over your head.
He pauses when he sees you.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.” He’s eyes flit between your exposed tits and your eyes, “I didn’t think you were wearing a bra.”
“You shouldn’t have been looking!”
He hovers over you again, one hand near your head and the other resting on your left breast.
“See, before when I told you I wouldn’t look when I was you, I was being honest, it felt wrong, like an invasion of your privacy. But I’d be fucking lying if I said I haven’t spent a long time admiring them from afar.”
You don’t have chance to respond, his fingers sink into the soft flesh, kneading firmly as you writhe under him. But he isn’t finished, he leans down and takes your nipple that isn’t under his hand into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking harshly, only releasing it when he’s bitten it slightly. The pain stings so nicely and you can’t help but grind up into him.
“Turn over.”
You can’t help it. There’s still a bit of brat left in you, so you raise a taunting eyebrow at him.
“Seriously?”
You don’t answer him with words, mainly because you’re desperately trying not to smile. You simply nod, eyes innocently wide and clothed pussy grinding on him.
He stands up. He doesn’t say anything, just takes his sweats and boxers off, followed by his sweater and t-shirt and then sits back on the bed, kneeling between your spread legs. He can see that they’re fucking ruined, your pussy leaking more and more for him.
But he doesn’t touch you. Simply looks you straight in the eye and takes his dick into his hand.
He can’t be serious.
You’re almost drooling at the sight of it, thick, long and oozing pre cum. But he doesn’t move towards you, doesn’t make you kneel for him and take it in your mouth. Doesn’t even ask you to take it in your own hand. He just sits pumping himself, smirking at your distressed look.
“What are you doing?” you ask, it’s a cross between a whine and a whisper as you stare at him touching himself.
“If you won’t do as you’re told, I’ll just have to satisfy myself. You don’t mind, do you? It’s finally seeing you like this, it makes me so fucking hard. Just sit there and I’ll use the sight of you to get myself off.” Your pussy clenches and he notices your thighs twitching either side of him, desperate to relieve the friction. But you can’t, because he’s in between your legs.
“W-well, I could do the same.”
He laughs, he fucking laughs and you regret challenging him because it’s more than clear that you both know you won’t manage it.
“Go ahead.”
You don’t move, just sit and watch him still fisting his own dick.
“Or. You could turn over, instead of being a fucking brat, and let me do what I want to, like you said I could.”
He doesn’t even finish the sentence before you’re turning over as best you can with him in between your legs. You arch your back, ass in the air, waiting for what he might do. You feel him tap your leg, wanting you to spread them a little more as he leans over and places his glasses on your bed side table.
What you don’t expect is for his head to land between your legs. He places a gentle kiss on your clothed pussy, the slight contact making you flinch before he pulls your soaked panties to the side and pulls you down onto his face.
You don’t even have chance the register that you’re literally sitting on his face before his lips wrap around your clit and suck harshly. You whole body jolts, his lips not relenting on your clit as his fingers dig into your soft thighs making sure you have no chance of moving away from him. You’ve never sat on anyone’s face, if he’d have suggested it to you, you’d have said no, worried about hurting him or suffocating him.
It’s not like you’ve never thought about it but it’s just something you wouldn’t be brave enough to do.
The fact he’s just done it, wanted to taste you so bad that he wants you on top of him makes your head spin, he’s alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over it so fast you’ve no idea how his tongue is strong enough. It’s when he moves you sightly, his tongue moves lower and circles around your clenching hole. Wonwoo hums at the taste of you, straight from the source and that only makes you drip even more.
He can’t speak, your pussy is smothering him and that’s exactly what he wants, but what he seems to want more is for you to ride his face. His hands are encouraging you to start moving and who are you to refuse? You’re tentative at first, not wanting to hurt him, that is until his hand lands a sharp slap on your ass to get you moving.
And you do start moving, his tongue is relentless on your aching centre, occasionally entering it, the feeling of it making you clench around his tongue. His nose is bumping your clit and that mixed the way his tongue is working on you and him moaning every time you clench, you’re balancing perilously close to the edge of cumming all over your boss’ face.
Your pace speeds up, grinding down on his nose as his tongue keeps going, bringing you closer to your release and it’s clear he’s no intention of not letting you cum on his face. His hands are almost bruising your thighs as he holds you against him as close as he can.
One. Two more grinds and you’re coming undone. You cum all over his tongue and his pornographic moan is almost the polar opposite of the silent scream to you make. All of your senses are electrified, every part of you is on edge as you continue to grind down onto him, you can feel his tongue making sure he tastes every last drop that you’ve given him as you ride out your high. Wonwoo’s fingers switch from bruising pressure to feather light touches as you come back down to earth, his lips leaving little kisses all over your pussy to soothe you.
You move off him, turning to look at him breathlessly as he sits up with a huge grin on his face, which still shows the remains of you.
You can’t help yourself, you launch forward and connect your lips to his, the taste of him mixed with you is dizzying and he draws you in instantly, arms wrapping around you as you sit on his folded knees. Your arms wrap around his neck as your tongues dance around each other’s mouths, you nip his bottom lip slightly causing his hips to jolt a little so his dick nudges your still needy pussy.
“Are you ok with more?”
“Yes please,” Your smile makes his own light up his face as he lowers you down onto the bed and hovers over you again.
“I’m pleased you’ve learnt some manners, good girl.”
You didn’t even know you could giggle the way that made you but fuck that did something to you that you didn’t know you liked.
His fingers tuck into the top of your soaked panties as he lowers them down your thighs before throwing them somewhere behind him.
Wonwoo’s fingers run through your puffy folds almost like he’s in awe of how wet you are again for him.
He wastes no more time though, he gives himself a couple firm tugs before he lines himself up with your dribbling hole.
“Are you still sure about this?” Gone is the dominant Wonwoo of a few moments ago and in his stead is that same caring Wonwoo who’s spent most of this evening telling you about his favourite nerdy interests, that it turns out you both share.
“I’m sure. I want this, I want you.”
His breath hitches as he smiles down at you, like he can’t believe those words have just left your mouth.
He pushes forward just a little, his dick entering you for the first time and it takes your breath away. You could see he was big but actually feeling his swollen tip push through your clenching hole is a heady mix of pain and pleasure you’ve never experienced.
“Calm down for me darling,”
Well that failed. The pet name just made you clench more and not even Wonwoo can avoid chuckling at it.
“I know you want me badly darling but I can’t fuck you if you don’t stop clenching your pretty pussy. So behave yourself.” The pinch to your nipple seemed completely unnecessary but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.
His thumb finds your clit and the little light circles he draws on it makes you relax a little, an airy moan leaving you as he enters you a little more with each soft thrust he makes
“Fuck.” It’s more a moan than a fully formed word but the second he bottoms out, you realise you’ve never felt fuller than you do now.
“Just,” he grunts, “what I was thinking. Can I move?”
“Please,”
He doesn’t waste any time, he pulls out so just the tip of his hard dick remains before smashing back into you with force, months and months of pent-up energy is being released on your sopping cunt and you can’t help but moan. Your head is thrown back into the pillows as you feel every vein, every inch of him pistoling in and out of you at a ferocious pace.
“Fuck you feel so good _____, all those months I’ve spent watching you from across the office, if I’d have known you had such a sweet little cunt, I’d have manned up and asked you out sooner.”
His lips are right next to your ear, your fingers holding onto his back for dear life as he’s unrelenting on you, that low, sultry voice making you more and more wet for him. He lifts your legs so they wrap around his hips, opening you up a little more for him, his dick hitting deeper than you thought was possible. Every time he hits that same spot it’s like your body is set alight, you never knew it could feel this good.
Wonwoo pulls back slightly, eyes transfixed on the way your tits bounce every time he slams into your eager pussy, every single time you’re pulling him back in like you never want him to leave. His mouth connects with one of your pebbled nipples and you cry out as his teeth nibble the swollen bud, pussy clamping down on his dick so much that he’s not even sure how he’s still moving.
“Jesus fucking Christ _____ how do you get tighter and tighter? You’re that desperate for me? So desperate for me to make you feel good that you can’t help yourself?”
“It’s y-you’re fault, so......s-so big,”
“You don’t like my big dick? Don’t like how hard it is for you? Don’t like the way it’s slamming into your fucking greedy pussy?” his hand slides down to your clit, “you’re still such a brat even now.” He pinches your clit causing you to cry out in pleasure.
He takes the opportunity to connect his mouth with yours, his tongue attacking yours just like his dick is before biting your bottom lip as he pulls away.
Your body jumps when he suddenly sucks a harsh mark onto your right breast.
“Fuck I’m close.” His voice is straining, hips snapping into yours even quicker, hitting that gummy spot inside you.
“Cum for me Wonwoo, please I want to feel you cum,” you whisper, struggling to get words out from how close you are to your own orgasm.
“Yeah?” he looks up at you, hips never faltering as he takes in your fucked out look on your face, “you want me to cum inside of your perfect little pussy? Want me to fill you up?”
You clench down on him, head thrown back in pleasure.
But he doesn’t like that you’ve not answered him with your words.
A slap, not overly hard but enough, lands on your tit and you look at him eyes wide, a wanton moan on your lips.
“I asked,” he grunts, hips faltering from the way your cunt feels around his dick, “you a question. You want my cum? Right in your perfect cunt?”
“Please Wonwoo, I need it, want to feel it inside me.”
That’s the final straw for him, his hips falter as he empties himself inside you, balls constricting again and again. The feel of his warm, sticky release tips you over the edge too, your hips bucking upwards as you ride out your high on his dick. It isn’t as forceful as the first, more like a warm feeling running all through your body from his cum deep inside you all through your veins.
Wonwoo’s hips start to slow when he’s sure your high has subsided, eyes finding yours again. You can tell kind, nerdy Wonwoo is back from the slight blush on his cheeks when he pulls out of you and sees his cum already trickling out of your abused hole.
He stares for a couple seconds before realising what he’s doing and turning his attention fully back to you.
“Are you ok?” he smiles down at you, stroking your hair.
“I am,” you return his goofy smile, “that was quite the switch up Mr Jeon.”
“Well what do you expect when you act like a brat?”
There’s no malice in it. He’s looking down at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him.
“Lucky you know how to handle me then.” You giggle, stroking his cheek.
“Shall we get cleaned up?”
“Yeah.”
Within ten minutes you’re both showered and ready for bed, you can’t lie, the idea of the cuddling is almost as exciting as the sex. You’ve missed just being held by someone, that feeling of being warm and safe and wanted.
“What are you doing?” Wonwoo’s actions pulling you out of your thoughts.
Wonwoo stops in his tracks as he was getting in your bed.
“Getting into bed?”
“That’s my side!”
“Actually.” He pushes his glasses up his nose, “I think you’ll find, I woke up on this side of the bed this morning. It’s my side.”
“You only woke up on that side because that’s where I went to sleep!”
“Tough.”
He jumps into the bed, shimmying deep into the duvet. The audacity of this man!
Huffing you join him on the wrong side of the bed but he rolls over so you land on top of him, him then moving you so you land on your actual side of the bed.
“Very nicely done,” you giggle, taking his glasses off him and leaning back to place them on your bedside table.
“I really enjoyed today.”
You think about it. You wouldn’t want to relive the panic of waking up in his body again. But you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d had the best day of your life.
“Me too.” You grin, giving him a quick kiss, “Good night Wonwoo.”
You wrap your arm around him, head resting on his chest.
“Good night, darling.” He kisses your hair, before you both drift off to sleep, to hopefully wake up exactly where you’re meant to be tomorrow morning.
“Hey boy, Look, I’m gonna make this simple for you.”
No. No, no, no. It can’t be happening again. Any love he harboured for Twice is long gone because he cannot be hearing this song again. He won’t open his eyes. It’s a dream. It must be.
SMACK.
The smack simultaneously stops twice from playing and wakes Wonwoo up properly.
He doesn’t need to look at his body to make sure he’s in the right one, because you roll over and the smile on your face wipes any worries or doubts about this situation out of his mind.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“I don’t know what to say now, I’d only rehearsed that bit.”
Fuck you’re so cute, he never wants to leave this bed.
“You’ve been rehearsing?” he pulls you closer to him, wanting you as close as possible now he’s lucky enough to be in your bed. “Were you nervous?”
“A little,” he appreciates the honesty, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous you’d change your mind when you woke up, as he went to bed last night. “But I don’t know. I feel like we’ve been through more than most couples go through in a year, in the space of a day. NOT THAT WE’RE A COUPLE…. I mean I’d like to be, but only if you want to.”
He can’t hold his smile back, yesterday just felt so right, like you truly got each other, he can’t believe how strong his feelings are already.
“I could cope with being a couple.”
Your whole face lights up, sun breaking through your curtains and making you look like an angel in his opinion.
“Me too.” You say sheepishly, taking his hand in yours under the duvet.
“What day is it?”
All the chaos yesterday has made him lose track of time completely.
“Saturday.”
“Perfect,” he sighs happily, snuggling into you, “we can stay in bed a bit longer then.”
“Errrr.”
“What?” He pulls back to find your looking very sheepish.
“I have that work to do and there’s a couple of other bits I needed to do by yesterday.”
You can’t be serious, you want to go to the office?!
“It’s not your work to do! I command you to stay and snuggle.”
Your laugh makes his heart flutter, but he wasn’t really trying to make laugh. He was being deadly serious.
“I need to do it, or they’ll think I’m getting special treatment or something. No one can know Wonwoo, you know that!”
He does know that. But he doesn’t think you’ll be on his marketing team for much longer. He’s not sure you should’ve ever been there to start off with.
“That doesn’t mean you should be doing work that isn’t yours!”
“Please let me do this. I just want a quiet life where they don’t notice me. No bad shit can happen if they don’t notice me.”
Is this how you’ve always felt about work? He hates the fact that they all made you think he was like them too.
“I’ll do you a deal.”
You smirk, probably having the same thoughts as him, that you’ve spent a lot of your time together making deals.
“I’ll drop you off, you can do whatever you need to do without me risking being there too. And then I’ll pick you up and we can go for dinner or watch a movie or something. OR I KNOW, there’s this really cool arcade and I know you won’t want me to pay, so it’s pretty cheap.” He repeats what he’s just said in his head, and he doesn’t like how it sounds. “Not that you need it to be cheap, fuck that sounded awful!”
“I got what you meant,” you giggle, kissing his cheek and stopping every functioning cell in his body, “and I’d like that. Maybe the arcade and then a movie at yours? I only say yours because my TV is tiny and I doubt yours is.” he pouts, but he doesn’t need to explain himself you seem to understand him perfectly already, “Podge has a carry bag that we can bring him in, that’s if you don’t mind looking after him whilst I’m at work?”
“Oh, I’ll look after him so well,” he nods.
You laugh at his eagerness, and he finds he’s not even embarrassed about being a nerd or over eager, because you like him for him and not for his money and power.
“Then you sir, have a deal.”
Instead of shaking on it, you seal the deal with a kiss.
“Do you want breakfast?”
“____, you’ve only got pasta and cake.”
“OH MY GOD. I FORGOT!!”
If you’re about to tell him what he thinks you are, he will actually pay someone to end your parents. There’s no way you’ve been made to feel you’re so insignificant that you’ve forgotten your own birthday.
“It’s my birthday!!”
He’ll kill them. You don’t even look sad you’ve forgotten.
“It’s today?”
“Hm-mm,” you nod happily, giving him a kiss before wandering off towards the kitchen, leaving him torn between anger at your parents and happiness that it means he can celebrate it with you.
A thought crosses his mind and he rushes after you towards the kitchen.
“PUT THAT FORK DOWN _____!”
You pause, fork full of cake near your mouth before you lower it and frown at him.
“You’re not eating that stale cake on your birthday.”
“You’re my boss at work Wonwoo, not in my own home.”
“I know that. But please, don’t eat that. Let me get you a cake.”
“No. You’re not buying me things, I thought you got that.”
“And I’m totally fine with that, I wouldn’t mind if you demanded a private jet of your own, but I get you don’t want that. But it’s your birthday _____! It’s different!”
“It’s just a day Wonwoo.”
He hates that you feel like that. His dad may be an ass, but he’d never not celebrate his birthday. Yes it’s normally a boring meal and a present his assistant has picked out, but it’s something at least.
You seem to see the hurt in his eyes because you do put the cake down and take his hands.
“I don’t need a cake Wonwoo, spending time with you today will be enough. It’s not like I don’t have anything for my birthday. Jeonghan and Yunjin got me a voucher to download a game I wanted for my laptop, and I had a piece of cake. I’ve celebrated!”
Nope. You’re not getting round him like this.
“No. I’m throwing you a party. Me, you and Podge. Your friends if they can come. We’ll have cake and ice cream and play Mario or something. Fuck I’ll even buy party hats. It doesn’t have to be grand if you don’t want that, but we’re celebrating. Especially after yesterday and you cutting your parents off, it’s the start of something new, lets celebrate that! Celebrate how fucking incredible you’re doing!”
Your pout could go either way. And he hopes it’s the way he wants it to. Because you deserve it, more than anyone.
“Can we get pizza too?” you ask quietly, he gets the impression that this is exactly how you’d have asked as a child only to be called selfish and conditioned into thinking you wanting something was a bad thing.
“Of course we can baby.”
He catches how you fight a giggle when he calls you baby, making a mental note to keep calling you that just to see your reaction.
“You don’t mind Jeonghan and Yunjin coming to your apartment? Knowing about us?”
“If they’re your friends, I’m sure they’re great.” A shy smile breaks onto your lips, “Ok?”
“Ok. Yes, I’d love a birthday cake and party.”
You throw yourself into his arms and it only takes him a second to hold you close to him.
“No presents though Wonwoo, I mean it.”
“I promise.”
You don’t see his fingers crossed behind your back. There’s no way in hell he’s not getting you a birthday present. He’ll take the pissed off rant that will no doubt come his way, and even if he only buys you one thing each year, on your birthday, he’s getting you a present.
It’s been three weeks since your relationship with Wonwoo started and to say it’s been perfect would be an understatement. But you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been looking forward to today.
Relationships within departments are strictly prohibited and so you had told no one, other than your friends who now liked Wonwoo as much as you, about your relationship. Wonwoo had suggested you switching departments now he knew you were in the wrong department and so you’d secured an interview with the game development department and luckily for you, they’d taken you on straight away because of your degree and your love of games.
You just had to work out your two weeks notice in marketing, you not wanting any preferential treatment from Wonwoo, and you’d be free to show the world that you were now Jeon Wonwoo’s girlfriend.
Yes, it’s petty, but the only people you truly wanted to know were the women in marketing, who’d so tarnished Wonwoo’s reputation with their bullshit and made your life hell for the entire time you were working there.
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
Now you’re stood at the entrance to the cafeteria, you’re doubting everything. You had an incredible first morning in game development, you’d slotted into the team well and they’d all made you feel so welcome.
“We don’t have to go in there, but I do want to show you off,” he smirks, “just this one dinner with Jeonghan and Yunjin and then we can go back to eating at our spot near the park.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.”
You pinky swear on it, him pulling you in to kiss your forehead before you intertwine your hands and walk into the cafeteria.
Nobody really notices, most of the employees just sending polite bows to Wonwoo but you weren’t expecting most people to react. It’s the marketing team, sat at a table close by one Jeonghan has found for you all that you want to make a point to.
You grab your food and wander over to the table, Wonwoo holding both of your lunches on his tray, and take a seat at the table. You know they’ve spotted you. You can feel the pissed off looks being thrown your way but you don’t rise to it. You greet your friends and smile at Wonwoo.
“I think they’ve noticed,” he whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek.
The sound of Minwoo choking on her drink in the background can be heard but all you really care about is Wonwoo smiling at the side of you and Yunjin informing you all there’s a new comic store opening a few blocks away that you need to check out.
It turns out swapping bodies with your boss wasn’t so bad, in fact, it got you everything you needed in your life and so much more.
Synopsis ✨ In which you caught your boyfriend's flu, as did his best friend. And so you decide to be ill together to make it easier for your caring boyfriend to look after both of you. (Mingyu is their permanent third wheel.)
Genre ✨ Established relationship (Wonwoo x OC), fluff
Warnings ✨ very whiney OC and Mingyu, Wonwoo is a saint and just wants them to leave him alone, talks about oral m. recieving but no actual smut, talks of mxm oral but that's just Mingyu trying to get cuddles
Word Count ✨1.9k
a/n ✨ Just something silly to break up my last post and part 3 of my Wonwoo fic because they're both pretty smutty (:
“You did this to me” you sniffle down the phone.
Wonwoo is aware he’s done this to you. He’d had a horrible flu a week ago and because you’re his perfect girlfriend, you’d gone above and beyond to make sure he was ok, bringing him soup and ginger tea to get his strength back up. He’d told you not to bother, that he didn’t want you to get sick, but you didn’t listen. Told him you were made of strong stuff, and no flu had every brought a member of your family down.
That is until now.
“Why are you moving around? I can hear you walking.”
“I’m not walking, I’m shuffling. Hurry up please.”
“What?”
He doesn’t get an answer, you cut the line dead and he stares at his phone as the doorbell to his apartment rings.
Sighing, he tries to call you back but it’s goes straight to voicemail.
Opening the door, he stops dead at what he finds.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?!”
You don’t answer, just shuffle past him in your big puffer jacket, cheeks flushed, forehead sweaty and hair tied up in a high ponytail.
“_____, did you drive here?!” he marches after you, catching you as you wobble over slightly taking your shoes off.
“No.” You say like he’s an idiot, he tries not to laugh at the fact it sounds more like you’re saying dough instead of no because of your blocked nose. “I got an Uber. Charged it to your card seeing as how you’re actively trying to kill me.”
You don’t give him chance to respond. Just shuffle off towards the living room in your huge jacket and fluffy socks that you’ve tucked your sweatpants into. He can already sense this isn’t going to end well for him. The other person he’d infected with his flu is currently doing his best Oscar winning performance on the sofa, covered in too many blankets and piles of used tissues.
Don’t get him wrong, he’s aware how lucky he is that his best friend/ roommate gets on so well with his girlfriend, but together? You’re the most ridiculous pair of people he’s ever met in his life.
He walks around the corner to the living room just as you’re waddling towards the sofa.
“Mingyu!!” you say dramatically, holding out your arms like he’s just come back from war.
“_____, how did you make it here?!”
If the flu doesn’t kill you both. Wonwoo will.
“I took an Uber, Wonwoo paid,” you land on the sofa, your puffer jacket more or less inflating around you.
“You say that like I offered. What you’ve just done is basically theft.”
Your head whips around in horror, bright red nose illuminated by the lamp on the little table by the sofa.
“You’d begrudge me a car ride on my death bed?!”
“Asshole” Mingyu adds before sneezing for the tenth time since Wonwoo has been home.
There’s no point arguing. He knows that he won’t win with the two most dramatic people in Korea.
“Why are you here?”
“Oh, that’s very nice.”
“Asshole.” Mingyu repeats.
He just wants to go to bed, he’s already tired from the amateur dramatics going on in front of him.
“No.” He sighs, counting to three in his head to calm himself down. “I mean, I was going to come to yours to make sure you were ok. Why have you come here when you’re not well?”
You both stare at him like he’s grown several extra heads.
“We’re both ill Wonwoo.”
He’s aware you’re both ill. But why are you saying it like that justifies you leaving your apartment when you’re running a fever and you look like hell?
“You’d leave me here to perish?!” Jesus Christ you’re a pair of lunatics, “we thought this would make it easier for you. But excuse us for trying to make your life easier.”
You nod eagerly in agreement with Mingyu’s outburst, the movement making you a little woozy, so you have to steady yourself.
“_____, you’re my responsibility, not Mingyu.”
The six foot two baby clutches his chest dramatically whilst you give Wonwoo an offended look.
“I’m not your responsibility. I’m a grown woman!”
You try to stand up to prove your point but quickly fall back down to the sofa landing in your huge coat again. The way you’ve done it up to the top makes you look like one of those children’s toys that wobbles around and never falls over. If you weren’t so annoying, he’d think you were even cuter than normal.
“Your lack of women’s rights sickens me.” Mingyu adds, shaking his head.
He won’t rise to it. He just needs to get you both soup and meds and then you’ll both hopefully crash out on the sofa, and he can go to bed.
“I want a cuddle.”
Your pout might be the biggest he’s ever seen. And he’d love to take you into his arms. But you’re snotty and sweaty and, to be honest, gross. But your pout deepens when he doesn’t move and so he moves towards the sofa taking you into his arms trying to ignore a sour faced Mingyu on his other side.
“Is that better?” he asks, hoping he’s at least bringing you some comfort.
“Mm it’s nice.” You say, burying your sweaty head into his chest.
“And what about me? I’m suffering too you know?”
“Grow up.”
Daggers are shot at the back on Wonwoo’s head from his best friend, as he soothingly rubs your back.
“I don’t see why she gets privileges I don’t.”
Oh, he truly hates this bit. The part in your dramatics where you inevitably turn on each other.
“I’m higher up than you.”
“Bullshit.” A sneeze and wipe of his nose. “What puts you higher than me?”
There’s not even any point in Wonwoo trying to stop this, it’s the same every fucking time something slightly bad happens.
“Do you suck his dick? No, I don’t think so. Therefore,” you gesture your hands that around Wonwoo’s back wildly, your tissue flying onto the coffee table, “I get cuddles and you don’t.”
“That’s not fair!” Wonwoo grimaces, the flu making Mingyu sound even whinier than normal, “I’m not given the opportunity to suck his dick, let me do it then I can have cuddles.”
“No!”
Is he still here? He feels like he’s still sat on the sofa with his disgustingly sweaty girlfriend in his arms. But he can’t be sure. Surely, he gets a say at who gives him head?
“You don’t get to decide that without discussion!” Mingyu’s argument may have been stronger if he hadn’t started wheezing by the end of it.
“I do get to decide that actually because he’s mine.”
Wonwoo can’t help but smile at you being so territorial over him, he’d just rather your nose wasn’t running whilst you said it.
“He was my friend before he was yours.”
“Let’s ask him who he prefers then!”
You sit back, the speed at which you did it meaning you fall back slightly before you do one of the biggest sneezes Wonwoo’s ever heard in his life.
“Shit do you have to be so loud!”
“Well, I’m sorry Kim Mingyu but it isn’t my fault I sneeze better than you.”
Children. In fact, children, Wonwoo thinks, would be better behaved and less chaotic when they’re unwell, than you two.
“Who do you prefer?”
He looks between you both. Red noses, a tissue hanging from Mingyu’s nose as you try to get out of your huge coat and into a blanket.
“Neither of you.”
He gets up and walks to the kitchen, chuckling a little to himself at the dramatic wails that he leaves behind.
“Now do either of you need anything else?”
He puts soup onto your trays as you both lay on either side of the sofa, where you’ve managed to find so many blankets is beyond him. He’s certain there aren’t this many in the apartment.
“Is this chicken soup?”
“Have you made it?”
You’re both now talking at the same time, like two long lost twin idiots who have reunited to make his life hell.
“Yes, it’s chicken soup. No, I haven’t made it, I ordered it from that place down the street that you both like.”
This seems to appease you both for a few minutes, both of you burning your tongues having dived in even though he’d told you that it was hot when he put it on your trays.
Once you’ve finished your soup, both of you quite content, he places meds and glasses of water in front of you.
“Take these.”
You frown at the packet.
“These are what I got you! You didn’t take them?!”
“Asshole.”
Wonwoo glares at Mingyu as he throws the tablets in his mouth, swallowing them down with the water he’d given him. Is he satisfied that he throws it over himself a little? Yes, he is. Because karma is a bitch.
“I bought new ones ____. Just fucking take them.”
“You don’t have to be so mean to me.”
Fuck, even though you’re annoying, the fact little tears are swelling in your eyes, breaks his heart.
“I’m sorry baby,” he kneels at the side of the sofa, trying not to cringe at how sweaty your head feels as he soothingly smooths your hair out, “please take them, you’ll feel better.”
“Are you going to stay here with us?”
“This sofa barely fits you two, I’m not sure I’ll manage it.”
Your pout deepens, your fingers holding onto his shirt.
Wonwoo sighs, staring at the ceiling for a moment. The things he does for the people he loves.
“I’ll set up a little bed here next to the sofa, does that work?”
“Yes,” you whisper, “thank you.”
A loud sob breaks the moment.
“That was the sweetest shit I’ve ever seen.” Mingyu wipes tears from his eyes with his tissue.
He ignores you both, the pair of you now sobbing together, and takes a quick shower.
Fifteen minutes later and Wonwoo is finally ready for much needed sleep. He’d set up the single air bed, from Mingyu’s camping shit, next to the sofa and brought his duvet and pillows in so he was more than comfortable.
You peer down at him from the sofa, you and Mingyu still sharing it, even after you’d pinched his leg because his “huge fucking foot” was in your face.
“Thank you for looking after us. I love you Wonwoo.”
All the drama of the evening subsides when those four words he loves so much, leave your mouth.
“I love you too, baby. Get some sleep.”
You nod a little and pull the blanket up and under your chin.
“I LOVE YOU TOO WONWOO.”
He sighs, hearing you giggle a little as you dose off to sleep.
“I love you too Mingyu.”
He may grumble about it, but he would truly do anything for you both.
You may be dramatic idiots, but you’re his dramatic idiots.
