#wonwooxreader

[quinnhypen]

jeon wonwoo x fem!reader :D

photophile

you meet the most beautiful boy you have ever seen while shooting a concert, but his cocky attitude turns you away from him. That is until you run into him a day later at your favorite coffee shop, then everything shifts. His demeanor, his emotions, and seemingly his intentions with you. His attitude swings leave you confused as to how he really feels about you. Does he even like you... or does he like you too much.

WC:14.7k TAGS: enemies to lovers, strangers to enemies to lovers, fluff, wonwoo is secretly whipped, wonwoo is relentless CW: fem!reader, wonwoo is an asshole at first, reader is blind to how he feels, thats about it lol WARNINGS: No smut! Heavy making out, heavy tension scenes but no smut :), a teeeeeeny tiny bit of angst A/N: i hope you guys love this fic, its my first time in probably like 7 years writing something that i am super proud of and i had a lot of fun putting this one together! please enjoy :D

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This man could be the love of my life. Like seriously look at hi-

“Y/n?... Y/n!” A new voice snaps you out of your internal dialogue. Your head turns to meet the other concert photographer you had just met. “Something really has you thinking huh? You nervous?” The boy asks with a kind smile. You shrug at him, trying to pretend like you aren’t absolutely so nervous.

His name is Joshua, apparently friends call him Josh. You recall to 10 minutes ago where he pronounced both of you best friends so you can “officially” call him Josh. You learned he had just moved from California into the city, has been doing concert photography for about a year now, has a really close friend named Jeonghan who he won’t shut up about and is very nervous about tonight. 

“It’s kind of funny!” You hear Joshua start again fiddling with his camera lens. “That guy over there actually shot a show with me in California a few months ago! He’s from around here but I guess was in the area visiting a friend and decided to work while he was there. Funny to see him here!” 

You look towards the wall Joshua was facing and are met with the same man you were daydreaming about approximately 30 seconds ago, before you were dragged out of your thoughts by your new friend. 

He doesn’t look up, doesn’t acknowledge anyone around him, is totally by himself, playing around with the settings on his camera. You watch as he messes with the buttons and the lens, shortly after pushing up his glasses that were slowly making his way down the bridge of his nose from looking down. He looks about your age, very beautiful long-ish black hair, and you want to talk to him. 

Someone walks towards him and greets him with a friendly smile. They shake hands and continue the conversation. You watch how his eyes squint closed when he smiles, he really does have the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. 

You turn back to Joshua full of new curiosity about this man. “What else do you know about him?”

“Not much, we only talked for a short time and besides, I haven’t seen him since.” Joshua seems slightly confused by your question. “His name is Wonwoo if that helps!” He adds cheerfully. 

“Wonwoo…” You say quietly to yourself trailing off looking back at him. As you look back over, his conversation with the other photographer has concluded and he is still fiddling with his camera, all by himself. 

He quickly looks up, as if he could feel you looking at him, even from a distance. Right as you lock eyes, Joshua grabs your arm and pulls you out of your second trance of the day. “Y/n! Come on, we are going in!” He says cheerfully.

You spend the walk from the backstage area of the venue to the floor wondering if you will get the chance to speak to Wonwoo tonight, or if you just let it go, and have him be one of those “passing by crushes” that you would see in the hallways in high school. 

Joshua talks your ear off the whole walk and you let him. It’s always nice to have someone with you in high pressure instances like these. 

After what felt like forever, you find yourself on the floor of the venue right in front of the barricade. The place is packed floor to ceiling and full of energy. It was moments like these that made you love what you do, made it feel worth all the time and effort you put into your photos. 

After quick exchanges with Joshua about how cool the venue is and how packed it is, you see Wonwoo approach Joshua from behind. Joshua turns around and seems delighted to see the familiar face he informed you about prior. 

The chatter of the venue was so loud it drowns out any semblance of the conversation Joshua and Wonwoo were having until both of their attention was turned to you, though you didn’t notice at first because you were messing with your camera settings to make sure it was perfect. Everything needed to be perfect.

“This is y/n!” You hear Joshua say lightheartedly. Your attention snaps up to the two boys in front of you, one of them being your new friend, the other being the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on. 

“Is your camera alright?” Wonwoo asks, with a very sarcastic undertone in his voice. Your face twists into a confused look full of wonder as to why he said that.

“Yes, it is. Why?” You ask curiously.

“You just have been playing with it forever. I make sure to figure out my settings before I go into venues.” He remarks back. 

None of this felt right to you. Yes he was absolutely beautiful, but his attitude was far from it. You didn’t need this right now. You shoot him another confused glare and look back down at your camera, still adjusting it.

“Nice to meet you too.” You say with a bite to it, cold. He looks at you with the most blank expression through his glasses. You hear Joshua laugh uncomfortably to ease the now heavy weight of tension in the air as he exchanges some last remarks with Wonwoo as he walks away. 

“I am so sorry, y/n. I have no clue what his deal is! He was completely fine to me when we first met.” Joshua turns to you, extremely sorry.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” You reply, “Besides, I don’t have the time for people who make remarks like that without knowing anything about me.”

Joshua gives you a sad smile and a nod right as the lights begin to dim. 

The intro music is loud. It fills you with so much adrenaline. The photographers around you shuffle around to find spots that work for them. Joshua moves more towards stage right as you stay planted stage left, towards the middle. That always works for you. 

You pick up your camera, pointer finger on the shutter button, when you feel a slight nudge to your left shoulder. You look over and lock eyes with the same as before.

“Wonwoo.” He introduces himself, voice raised over the loud music.

“Not the time, Wonwoo.” You retort, getting ready for the headliner to come on stage.

“Well, good luck. You're gonna need it with that camera. A Nikon? Seriously?” He replies, more sarcastic than ever. 

It was right then that you realized his snarky, sarcastic attitude fueled your fire. You need to be better than him, in every single aspect.

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You wake up the next morning in a daze, unbelieving that last night ever happened. The banging on your door is loud, obnoxiously loud. 

“What do you want!” You yell through the door in a post-waking up haze.

“Seokmin made breakfast and it tastes like shit but if you want some there is extra!” You hear the voice of your roommate Seungkwan yell back at you. 

“Im just going to get coffee later!” You reply.

“Why do you both hate my cooking!!” You hear Seokmin yell over both of you as the footsteps of Seungkwan fade down the hall.

You rub your eyes, recalling the events of the night. You grab your camera bag and rummage through it for your SD card and card reader. Right as you grab what you need, you see your phone light up with an Instagram dm notification.

“Hey y/n! Here's my number, I totally forgot to give it to you last night. Do you think the coloring on this photo looks good? I can't tell. Can’t wait to see how the photos come out, let's hang out soon!” 

You respond to Joshua swiftly, answering his questions about his photo and accepting his phone number to contact him easier. 

After an hour of editing your own photos very precisely, you end up with 75 photos from the night that you absolutely adore. That is well more than how many you needed to submit. 

You feel your cheeks rise smiling at your hard work and pick out a handful to upload to your own instagram. After sending the selected few to Joshua he replies with an ecstatic response. “Y/N! You have outdone yourself! Those are INCREDIBLE! Post them NOW!!!!!” You have never met someone who texts with such emotion but you couldn’t help but laugh at his response. 

You upload the photos to your Instagram account, submit the needed ones to the magazine company you contribute for and lay back in bed, waiting to see the engagement.

After one quick refresh of your screen you see one new like, one new follower and one new comment. You don’t think much of it. Until you do. 

“@wonwoosnaps?” You whisper to yourself in disbelief rolling your eyes. Clicking on the profile, it is exactly who you thought it was. You shut off your phone and drop it face down on your bed, put your head in your hands and let out an exasperating groan. 

Forcing yourself out of bed the day after shooting a show was always an exhausting task but you never wanted to sleep the day away. After swiftly going through your morning routine and getting dressed, you grab your bag and keys and make your way to the front door of your apartment when your roommates stop you.

“How was last night?” Seokmin asks looking up from his phone.

“It was great, I made a new friend, and met someone I didn’t like. It was great.” You reply.

“What was their name?” Seungkwan adds. He always adds onto Seokmin’s statements like they are a married couple. 

“Well the new friend is Joshua”

“And the one you didn’t like?”

“Wonwoo.” You reply with an annoyed tone in your voice. 

“Instagram handle @wonwoosnaps? Nice comment he left” Seokmin butts in giggling to himself while still looking at his phone.

“I’m going now.” Your hand touches the door handle.

“Awfully quiet about Mr. Wonwoo huh?” Seokmin adds teasing.

“Bye!” You yell already opening the door and walking into the hallway of your apartment building, closing your door almost too hard behind you. 

While walking to the coffee shop, you notice your photos are getting a lot of attention from not only people on social media but from the magazine you contribute for. Raving reviews in the comments from friends, family and strangers met with the one comment that sticks out like a sore thumb. A comment from @wonwoosnaps that is a simple thumbs up emoji.  

You feel absolutely crazy. But why do you care so much? 

Oh my god y/n snap out of it.

The smell of the coffee hits you in the face right as you walk in. You hear the familiar jingle of the bell above the door as you b-line for the front register. 

“Your usual?” The barista smiles at you. It is one of the busier days here. People constantly in and out, the bell constantly ringing.

“Yes please.” You reach into your bag after a short conversation with the barista to grab your card when you hear the ‘payment accepted’ ring of the cash register. 

Your head snaps to the taller frame reaching his arm around you to the right. Your eyes widen as he flashes a very charming smile your way after pulling his card out of the machine. 

You look back at the barista, say thank you in the most shocked tone and swiftly walk away from the register not looking back until you reach your normal table sitting with your back facing the wall and eyes facing the register. 

“Wonwoo.” You whisper to yourself immediately putting your head into your hands in disbelief. 

“What are the odds?” Wonwoo’s deep voice sends a shiver down your spine as he walks over to the table you are at. You look up from your hands to meet eyes with the boy. He politely asks the woman at the table next to you if she is using one of her chairs. She shakes her head no, smiles as he takes the chair and sets it across from you, sitting down. “You tired?”

“No, actually a quad shot of straight espresso is completely normal for me.” You say coldly.

“I can’t tell if you are being sarcastic or not. Normally sarcasm is my thing.” “Well I don’t know you do I?” You snap at him looking the boy with the glasses dead in the eyes. His hair was slightly messy and ruffled with the black tint of his hair matching his plain black t-shirt and jeans. He was ridiculously charming. 

“Well I know that my name is Wonwoo, and your name is y/n.” He replies with a goofy smile, clearly trying to get a raise out of you. His deep voice rings in your ears. 

“I know that, you told me last night.” You don’t want any part of this conversation but your body keeps making you talk. “Why did you pay for my coffee?”

“Well it seemed like you didn’t have experience with your photos last night so I assume you aren’t getting paid for the gigs you do. Felt like it was good for me to help you out.” 

“Bold of you to assume I would need help, I do get paid for my gigs and I would love it if you stood up from that chair across from me and walked out the front door.” You smile at him sarcastically hoping he gets the point. But something about his company is comforting, you don’t want him to leave. You just love to push his buttons.

“How about a ‘thank you Wonwoo!’” 

“I don’t owe you anything.” 

“How about next time you get me coffee?” He places both of his hands on the table with a questionable look on his face. You are completely silent, attempting to dodge whatever he is doing right now. He reads your face and puts on a little pout. “What? Do you not want to be friends?”

 You scoff in his face.

“You don’t want to be my friend, you just like to annoy the shit out of me.” You reply not making eye contact with the boy across from you. 

“Correct and clearly it's working” He shuffles in his pocket and pulls out a pen. Quickly after, he grabs one of your arms off of where it was holding up your head on the table and scribbles something down in black ink on the back of your hand. “Easier to contact me this way. See ya Nikon!” He stands up from his seat, heads back to the register, grabs his coffee and yours, and turns back to your table. “Coffee for the lady who knows nothing about cameras.” He places your coffee on the table with a wink and a smile before heading towards the door with his own.

You hold the warm coffee in your hands and look down at the hand he took. His phone number in black ink.

How fucking cliche. 

You stare at the wall across from you, totally zoned out. Blank. What is happening?

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You walk back into your apartment after attempting to get work done over coffee, though that didn’t happen. Your mind was just on Wonwoo. He was annoying, intoxicatingly so. He likes to get a raise out of you, he likes to frustrate you. 

It’s interesting…

“You look tired.” Seungkwan says when he sees you step through the door to your apartment.

“I’m overly tired.”

“What's that on your hand?” He points at the black ink on the back of your hand, holding your coffee cup. A gasp leaves his mouth when he squints his eyes, focuses and realizes it’s a phone number. “Y/n!!! A phone number? Who is the lucky guy?” He is beaming.

“You just reminded me, I need to scrub this off!” Your feet take off towards the bathroom before you even think to walk until you walk straight into a 5’ 10” light brown haired wall.

“You got someone's phone number?!” Seokmin practically picks you up by the shoulders and pulls you to meet his eyes. “A real person?!” “Why is this so shocking? I meet people all the time. Kinda.” You hesitate. Seungkwan stifles a laugh from behind you as Seokmin shoots him a glare and pretends to swat him away. 

“So whose number is it?” Seokmin asks.

“I ran into Wonwoo at the coffee shop. He said it was easier to contact him this way. For…” you hesitate. “For work stuff.”

“Ahh yes, photography nerds.” Seokmin giggles to himself. He runs to the big couch in the living room and sits himself next to Seungkwan all cuddled up looking like a married couple, once again.

“What? Do you not believe me?” You shoot him a menacing glare. 

“Thats for you to find out!” Seokmin punches Seungkwan in the shoulder with a groan escaping Seungkwan's mouth.

You roll your eyes and walk down the hallway to your room, kicking off your shoes in the process. After throwing your bag on the floor, taking out your computer and tossing it on your bed, you look down at your hand. 

I need to wash this off.

The thin black ink sits on the back of your hand looking you right in the eye. Wonwoo’s phone number. You want to text him. Why would you text him? The way he left you at the coffee shop irked you. He wants to be better than you, and you want to be better than him. 

You pull out your phone, open messages and type in his phone number. 

I will regret this

y/n: hey it's y/n.

You hit send immediately and throw your phone face down on the bed.

He responds in less than a minute.

Wonwoo: I knew you would text me

Y/n: What makes you think that?

Wonwoo: Because I am the best for buying your coffee today and you want editing tips.

Y/n: I will not be taking editing tips from you, thanks.

Even cocky over text. You sit on your bed staring at your phone waiting for his response. It’s a game of cat and mouse. 

Wonwoo: I know you want to talk to me. You would’ve washed off my number by now.

Y/n: Oh so you buy me coffee and magically you know me “so well”. I just got home, I haven’t had time to wash it off. 

Wonwoo: So the first thing you did when you got home was text me? I must be on your mind right?

You roll your eyes at the text as a small smile forms on your lips. What is his deal? Is he flirting? Or just being downright annoying. He loves to get a raise out of you.

Why am I smiling?

After a minute of not responding, another text comes through.

Wonwoo: Meet me tomorrow, Thayer’s Park, 2:00, bring your camera.

Is he asking me out?

Y/n: How do you know I'm not busy?

I'm not busy.

Wonwoo: I don’t know. See you tomorrow… maybe. It’s a date!

You shut your phone off and place it face up on your nightstand, almost like you are waiting for another text from him. You stare at the ceiling, wondering if you are going go or not. You hop out of bed and walk into the living room for a change of scenery. 

You sit down on the couch next to Seungkwan and cuddle up next to him.

“You only do this when you are stressed. What’s up?” He looks at you while putting his arm around your shoulder.

“I am feeling many feelings. I am feeling conflicted.” You look up at him. “Wonwoo is driving me fucking crazy.” 

“Y/n you met him last night.” Seungkwan says concerned.

“And he is driving me absolutely fucking nuts.” You reply, voice raising a bit higher than normal.

“Y/n! Can I steal your card reader?” You hear Seokmin yell from across the hall.

You pause your conversation with Seungkwan, “Yeah it’s on my nightstand!”

You hear the door to your room open, Seokmin going in. “Seungkwan I just- I don’t know. He is so rude. He is so cocky. He honestly is miserable to be around. But I ran into him at the coffee shop today, he bought my coffee without even saying hello, sat across from me, wrote his number on the back of my hand and just left!”

Seungkwan’s eyes look as if they are going to pop out of his head. All he can get out is “Oh.”

You hear footsteps running down the hallway, “Y/N!” Seokmin runs into the living room out of breath. He has the craziest grin on his face. Your eyes go from his face to his hand where he is holding your phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I know I will.” Seokmin reads the text off the lockscreen of your phone “You are seeing Wonwoo tomorrow?”

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After a lot of bickering and explaining to Seokmin and Seungkwan as to where you stand with Wonwoo, you decided to call it a night with all the Wonwoo talk. You spent the night like you normally do. Sandwiched between your two roommates on the couch in the living room watching awful reality TV. Seungkwan gets angry at the cast members for being “stupid and annoying” while Seokmin always rebuttals with “They have backstories you just don’t get it.”

You let the text messages from Wonwoo sit on your phone, unopened, unanswered. Though you decided to call it quits on the Wonwoo talk, your thoughts about him have not subsided. You can’t stop thinking about him. Is it envy? Is it annoyance? or is it just pure attraction? Nonetheless, you know he is attractive, perfectly your type and the glasses, just the icing on the cake. Something about his attitude infuriates you but you can’t pinpoint if he is teasing you out of spite, or flirting. 

After spending well needed quality time with your roommates you call it a night and head to your room. Right when your head hits the pillow you get the urge to read the texts. You know it wouldn’t be smart. Would you even meet him tomorrow? You needed to sleep on this, it would definitely be a last minute decision. 

You wake up the next morning like any other day, more energized than yesterday. Head down the block to the coffee shop, same time as always, order a quad shot like normal, paid for it like you would’ve yesterday and sat at your normal table back facing the wall. 

The taste of the straight espresso isn’t ideal, but it is what you are used to. A human of habit you call yourself when Seungkwan gets frustrated by your daily rituals. You catch yourself looking at the door whenever it rings, almost hoping Wonwoo would walk in. 

But why do I care so much.

You spend your walk back to your apartment listening to your usual playlist, walking your usual route, a human of habit. The only thing that was slightly off today was that you had plans. Supposedly. At 2pm. With Wonwoo. Your head is full of thoughts.

Do I even want to go?

Why do I care so much?

I want to see him… but why?

I’m going.

You think it is your urge to be better than him that pushes you forward as you approach your apartment complex. After entering your empty apartment you rush to your room to get ready. It’s so much easier to get ready when Seungkwan and Seokmin are home, they always give you good advice on what to wear, how to do your hair and how to approach any situation. 

You put on an outfit you like, something casual, normal, comfortable but still you. You grab your purse and camera bag before heading out the door. 

The walk to the park was longer than anticipated. 20 minutes from your apartment complex to Thayer’s Park. You figured the fresh air would be enough to clear your head before approaching whatever this “date” was. 

You enter the park taking in a deep breath. You look across the way and see exactly who you were looking for. Long black hair, glasses perched on his nose, bangs slightly swept in his face from the wind. His camera was around his neck, he wasn’t looking down, he wasn’t looking standoff-ish. He looked normal. Comfortable. 

You walk over to him and his attention is immediately on you. His eyes blink as if he didn’t expect to see you here, slight shock on his face. 

“Funny to see you here!” He chirps, sliding over the park bench, allowing room for you to sit. You sit down next to him, leaving enough room between the two of you. “Nice day out, huh?” His eye contact could burn a hole through the frames of his glasses.

It is a nice day out. Perfectly sunny, nice 70 degrees. Perfect day. 

“You are relentless” You match his stare.

“You say that like you don't enjoy it.”

“Who said I enjoyed it?” “Well you met me here didn’t you?” He inches closer towards you on the bench. Tension rises in the air. You stare at each other. You can’t tell if the tension is rivalry or something else. You decide not to look into it.

“I was curious as to what this meeting might entail.” You unzip your camera bag and pull out your camera. 

“Why are you calling this a meeting?” He looks almost disappointed. “What else would you call it?”

He looks lost. He doesn’t know how to answer that question. He looks nervous as he fiddles with his camera strap. Wandering eyes, now looking everywhere but at your own.

“I have always loved this park. The flowers in the late spring and early summer are really great to photograph.” He smiles, a real smile. You look out in front of you, taking in all of the new, late-spring growth. It really is beautiful. You can’t help but look at the roses.

You turn back to look at Wonwoo.

“Roses are my favorite.” You both say in unison. 

“Didn’t pin you to be a roses kinda guy.” 

“Well you don’t know me yet do you?” He inches even closer. Your legs brush, tension in the air thicker than before. 

“You make no sense. It drives me crazy.” You stand up, camera now assembled and hanging around your neck. 

“Oh, so I drive you crazy?” Wonwoo smirks in your direction. You look down at the boy who is still sitting. His eyes looking up at you, same smile as before on his face. He is really so beautiful. 

“Get up, let’s shoot the flowers.” Before you knew it, you were reaching out your hand for him to grab to stand up. You see him hesitate, his hand trembling to grab your own. You feel your hand in his as he stands up, bodies a lot closer than intended once he is on his feet. 

You lock eyes, past tension lingering in the air. He forms a small smile as he openly looks you up and down. 

“I hate Nikon cameras.” He says blankly, dropping the smile on his face as he leaves you behind and starts making his way towards the roses. You stand by the bench confused as ever watching the boy approach the flowers. He crouches down and picks up his camera focusing in on the roses in front of him. The sunlight hits his black hair making a golden outline on his tall frame. “You coming or what Nikon?”

“Don’t call me that!” You yell at him as you pick up your pace, making your way towards him.

You admire his camera,

Almost as beautiful as him…

What am I thinking?

“You want to try my camera?” He snaps you out of your daydreaming. You walk up to him and crouch beside him, admiring the way he moves the camera lens to focus on the details of the roses.

“Why do you have such a problem with my camera?” 

“I just don’t like Nikons.” Wonwoo shrugs. “I’m a Canon guy myself.”

“So you hate my camera so much it makes you hate me, when you haven’t made an effort to know me.” You stand up from crouching down next to him.

“Wait!” He yells, pausing you in your tracks. You look at him, confused. “Don’t move.” He adjusts himself from crouching to sitting on the grass below you. The sun is warming up your back, now highlighting your frame. He picks up his camera and immediately clicks the shutter button. “The sun made you look so bright. It looked really cool.” He flashed his goofy smile towards you again standing up to show you the raw image on the screen of his camera.

“That’s an awful photo.” You reply, locking eyes with him once again.

“Hey, I specialize in portraits. Besides… I think you look really pretty y/n.” He pauses, hesitant to see how you will react.

Your heart drops. 

He thinks I'm pretty.

“Sure.” Deflecting, you roll your eyes and walk back towards the main path of the park. Shortly after you turn around to see if he is behind you. He is standing right in front of the roses you both were at moments before. He just looks at you, smiling, it looked almost… pure. He lets out a small laugh to himself. You pull up your camera to look through the viewfinder, focusing on the boy in front of the beautiful roses. You click the shutter button taking a few photos of him in front of the flowers, walking towards you.

He meets your eye as he walks up to you, still laughing.

“What was that about?” He smiles, awfully close to you. His eyes are beautiful, his smile is beautiful, he has the prettiest features. You decide to hit him with what he hit you with just moments before.

“I think you look really pretty Wonwoo.” You smirk in his direction as his cheeks visibly blush a bright pink. He is flustered. 

You turn around and begin to walk the path back to the entrance of the park, Wonwoo following shortly behind. The walk is awkward, quiet. He eventually catches up to you.

“So coffee soon?” He asks winded from trying to catch up to your speed walking.

“You are relentless for someone who apparently hates me.” 

“I think we got along pretty okay today.” Wonwoo shrugs quietly giggling 

“You were definitely less of an asshole today, than you were when I met you, that's for sure.”

“You like when I mess with you.” 

This has to be flirting.

“You like messing with me.” You pause in your steps. He has the same smirk on his face as he did earlier. 

“So, you didn’t answer my question. Coffee soon?” He has a look of hope, you can see it in the way his eyes crinkle shut when he smiles.

“Depends. Send me the raw and edited photos of me and I’ll get back to you.” You take your camera bag off your back and begin to put your camera away. 

“I thought you said they were awful photos?” Wonwoo crosses his arms putting on a fake pout. It’s devastatingly charming. 

He’s so annoying.

“Depends on how you edit them. If I like it, coffee it is.” You respond matter-of-factly. “Goodbye Wonwoo.” You put out your hand to shake his, like an agreement has been made. He hesitates before uncrossing his arms and grabbing your hand like he did before. The same tension as before came back stronger than ever. He flashes you a very content smile.

“Goodbye y/n.” Wonwoo pulls his hand away first, letting you turn around and walk away. You begin walking confused about the tension you both undoubtedly feel. You turn around to look at him while walking backwards now.

“Shocker, you didn’t call me Nikon.” 

“Well we are friends now aren’t we?” He yells back to you now at a distance.

“I wouldn’t say that. Acquaintances maybe!” You respond with a giggle in your voice. Even from a distance you can see his eyes squint matching his smile. He runs a hand through his windswept hair as he laughs to himself.

The walk home was quiet. You didn’t listen to music, you didn’t do much of anything. Just following where your feet were leading you back to your apartment complex. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. The air was different today but you convince yourself it was just the weather. He was different, he was friendly. 

The banter wasn’t as aggressive as it was when you first met. You acknowledge the tension in the air, not letting it bother you. You walk, recalling the sun hitting his frame in a way that made him look unreal. How the wind moved his hair in his face and he would brush it to the side, how he would push up his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose when he was looking down at the photos he took on his camera.

You remember he now has a photo of you, on his Canon, that he will be editing and giving back to you. Maybe for his editing time you owe him coffee. Besides, he bought coffee for you yesterday, you owe him… Right?

So many thoughts flooding your brain on your walk back. You occasionally pick up your phone to look at your lockscreen, almost like you are waiting for something. Waiting for a text from him, from Wonwoo. 

When you arrived back at your apartment Seungkwan and Seokmin were still at work, and you went immediately into your room. You take your camera out of your bag, remove the SD card and upload the photos to Lightroom. Multiple photos of flowers that Wonwoo swore you would love to shoot mixed with the last few photos you took of him in front of the roses.

You feel your cheeks warm, smiling without even meaning to. You have truly never seen someone who looks like him. Little comments he made today that would have annoyed you initially didn’t bother you as much. Maybe you were understanding him a bit more. 

You start editing the photos of Wonwoo in front of the roses, making the sunlight less harsh, making the red in the roses pop. Adjusting the red in the roses emphasized the tint of red in his cheeks. He was blushing.

After a few hours of editing the photos from the day you transferred them from your laptop to your phone, ready to send them to Wonwoo. You pick up your phone and notice three notifications:

Wonwoo: *one image attached*

I told you I specialize in portraits.

It came out pretty good, did it not?

You look at the portrait of yourself that Wonwoo took. He has a different editing style than you. More vintage based with warmer colors, really touching on earthy color palettes. Not your style particularly, but it made the photo look truly beautiful. You didn’t want to tell him that, you couldn’t stand boosting his ego. 

Wonwoo: So… is the picture worthy of a coffee date?

Wonwoo: I mean

Wonwoo: Not date

Wonwoo: Just getting coffee

Wonwoo: Is it worth getting coffee?

Y/n: Calm down, why are you texting like you are nervous.

You are taken aback by his multiple texts. He is relentless but this time he seems frantic. Like he messed up by calling it a date?

Wonwoo: Do you like the picture y/n.

A very straightforward question from a man who likes to dance around whatever situation he is in. The fact that he was so adamant about getting coffee filled you with curiosity. You didn’t know exactly how to respond. 

Y/n: Joshua I need your help

Joshua: I am always here to help!

Y/n: I think Wonwoo asked me on a date? At least he called it that and immediately back tracked and just called it “getting coffee”

Y/n: I met up with him today at the park, once again he asked me

Joshua: But you still went?

Y/n: I felt bad if I didn’t!!!

Joshua: No, you were curious about it

Y/n: And what if I was!

Joshua: Like I said, Wonwoo was super nice the first time we met, he was quiet and reserved but friendly. Maybe you just got off on the wrong foot 

Maybe Joshua was right. Maybe you just got off on the wrong foot or he got a weird vibe from you. Unsure if it is the underlying lust, telling you to do so or if you want to give him a few more chances but you want to text him back. 

Coffee can’t hurt right? And besides, I owe him coffee anyway.

Y/n: Coffee. Thursday. 11:00am. I will be in my normal spot, I will get YOUR coffee this time. 

You can’t believe you said yes. Something was deterring you from him, but it also was luring you to him, wanting to spend time with him.

Immediately you get a text back, like he was waiting in the messages for your response. 

Wonwoo: It’s a date!

Y/n: No it’s not.

Wonwoo: You are relentless

Y/n: Says the boy who was blowing up my phone just minutes ago

Wonwoo: I'm only relentless until I get my way.

Y/n: I should’ve said no to coffee then.

Wonwoo: Too late, see you then. 

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Thursday couldn’t have come sooner. The week was full of editing photos, coffee shop runs at the same time, same location, spending time with Seokmin and Seungkwan in the apartment, and responding to the plethora of texts from Joshua along with the few from Wonwoo. 

The messages from Wonwoo were short, sweet. Him asking for editing advice after he nagged you, saying you would be the one to ask for help. He would send a photo and ask if you liked it. You responded with a dry “yes” every time and he would get annoyed with the dry response. 

You liked feeling his frustration through text, it felt like you were finally peeling back all the layers of Wonwoo, getting your way in the end. Part of you felt guilty though, maybe you did just get off on the wrong foot like Joshua said. Perhaps the coffee “date” as he was calling it would be a better chance to read him since he was finally starting to budge. 

This week was slow, a burden, just daily tasks and making sure Seokmin didn’t burn down the apartment, testing multiple different cake recipes for Seungkwan’s job promotion celebration party that Seokmin begged you both to host. Seungkwan did not want the party to happen, you were partial to the idea. Maybe Wonwoo would want to come? You wondered how His week was. You are snapped out of your thoughts when you look towards the door of the coffee shop as the welcome bell rings as it opens. 

You meet Wonwoo’s eyes, he looks slightly different but you can’t pinpoint it. He walks over to you, tall stature making its way through the sea of people getting their coffee. He sits down across from you at your normal table, flashing you a kind smile. When he smiles you register the difference.

“No glasses today?” You asked, making burning eye contact with him.

“I was feeling contacts, why? Do you like me better with them?” He jokes.

“I don’t like you at all.” 

He giggles at your response, knowing it isn’t the truth. He decides not to acknowledge your statement. 

“Iced americano. Get your espresso too.” He says putting his card flat on the table across from you. “I said I was buying your coffee today.” You snap back.

“No, you said you would ‘get’ my coffee, to me that just sounds like ordering. You never said you were ‘buying’ my coffee.” He urges.

The tension in the air forms like a cloud over your head, you are frustrated. You lock eyes with him, brows furrowed. 

“Y/n. Please. Take my card.” He looks at you in a way no one has ever looked at you before, almost… pleading? He looks beautiful. 

Without saying anything you stand up from the table, leaving his card there. You head towards the register with your own card in hand, feeling Wonwoo’s eyes burning in the back of your head upset that he wasn’t buying coffee today. He is relentless. You flip him off behind your back while walking to the register. You hear a small chuckle come from him behind you. 

You return to the table, two coffees in hand, paid with your own card. He smiles and nods at you letting out a small breathy thank you, almost like you snapped him out of his own thoughts without warning. 

You sit down across from him and take off your sweater beginning the not so awkward small talk. Conversing with Wonwoo about your weeks, what you both were up to. He said he visited family, saw his brother for a day, shot for a wedding, a lot more of a productive week than yours. You nagged on him for not texting you about the wedding or sending the photos. He replied assuming that you didn’t care enough to look at them if he were to send them. 

Friendly banter that was once painful to experience felt fulfilling. It felt nice to hear him speak, his demeanor quieter than yours but still full of emotion and interest for what you had to say. You learned he has two roommates named Mingyu and Vernon, Vernon doesn’t talk much, Mingyu talks too much, he considers himself the ‘happy medium’ as he calls it. 

He also mentioned his past relationships, asking you if you had been in any before.

Let's not overthink this one.

He just recently got out of a relationship. Lasted a little under a year, some girl he met shooting at a concert. 

That’s ironic.

She lives in the area, somewhere around here. She broke his heart, cheated on him. Left him through text. He got very serious talking about it, it seemed hard for him to talk about, or like he had never spoken about it out loud before.

You mentioned you had been in a long term relationship for two and a half years that ended about a year ago. He broke up with you for moving to the city, for being too ambitious. You had been on a few random dates here and there since then but nothing has stuck. 

“I think your ambition is admirable!” He gets defensive, frustrated that you were dumped for that reason. You laugh.

That was cute.

You continued to talk about your life. Mentioned things you hadn’t told him in the past. You love other types of coffee not just straight espresso shots, you love your two roommates Seokmin and Seungkwan even though they drive you absolutely crazy sometimes, you also went as deep as telling him you love the smell of baby powder.

“Is that weird to say?” You ask hesitantly 

“I feel like people liking the smell of baby powder is like… a general consensus? At least I like it!” He chirps back positively, not pulling you down whatsoever. 

All of this lighthearted conversation made you gain a soft spot for him. Maybe Wonwoo is peeling back your layers like you felt you were doing with him. 

After a good two hours of conversation light and deep inside of the coffee shop, you figured it was time to go home. Seokmin requested that you come home to help him plan Seungkwan’s promotion party since he didn’t want any part in it but to be celebrated.

“Let me walk you back to your apartment! I think it’s on the way back to my place anyway.” Wonwoo flashes you a smile, grabbing your now empty espresso glass placing it in the dish return bucket. 

Before you have the option to say yes or no to him walking you home, he is back at the table holding out his hand to help you up from your chair flashing you a very charming smile. You take his hand, feeling his in yours. You look up at Wonwoo’s face, blush creeping on his cheeks. You chose to spare him this time, deciding not to tease him about it. Maybe you really are warming up to him. 

You leave the coffee shop walking side by side, hands accidentally brushing a few times by accident, or so you think. 

“So, Seokmin is throwing a party for Seungkwan because he got a new promotion at work and Seokmin will use any excuse to have people over.” You roll your eyes clearly not showing interest in this party.

“Is this your way of inviting me?” Wonwoo’s head turns towards yours flashing that same beautiful smile that he likes to show you. You refuse eye contact as you feel blush creep onto your cheeks. “You are blushing”

Damn. He called me out.

“It’s warm out” You turn your head to look at him, still dodging his eyes denying the blush on your face.

“It’s actually not.” He laughs to himself. “Am I making you blush?” 

Oh he IS flirting.

You feed into it. “Whatever. Yes Wonwoo. Would you like to come to the party?” You finally lock eyes with him. You can tell his breath hitches when you take his gaze in. It’s easier to read his emotions without his glasses.

 His eyes pull away from yours, looking out at the street ahead of you when his face drops. You look in his line of vision to see he is looking at a girl, walking hand in hand with a random guy. Sadness stretches over his face. “Wonwoo are you okay?” The couple, though still a ways away, are walking towards your general area.

“Y/n, I need-” He stops mid sentence, and turns his body to face yours, halting your steps. “Y/n I need to kiss you.” 

“I’m sorry?” You are baffled. Was he always this bold?

“I- I need to kiss you. Now.” His eye contact breaks from yours for a brief second, looking to his right. He turns his head back, stepping closer and bringing both of his hands to both sides of your face. You feel your cheeks burn up. “I just need you to say yes.”

“I- uh.” You stammer, completely thrown off.

Wonwoo’s hands are like magnets on the sides of your face, a little too firm. His eyes flash past you again—and this time you catch it.

His ex. You can just tell by the way his body tensed just at the sight of her.

Oh.

It was like he spoke her into existence by talking about her just moments before.

Before you can react, he leans in just enough for only you to hear him.

“Just… go with it,” he mutters under his breath. “Please.” He begs

Your brows furrow. So that’s what this is. Not a confession, a performance. You should push him away. You almost do.

But something in Wonwoo’s expression stops you—you can tell it's not his normal confident front he’s used to putting on, but there's something deeper. He’s nervous. Wanting. It seems real, even if he’s trying to hide it.

“Fine,” you whisper, still unsure.

That was all Wonwoo needed. 

He closes the distance quickly, like he’s committing before either of you can think too hard about it. His lips meet yours—meant to look convincing, meant to send a message over your shoulder.

At least, that’s what it’s supposed to be.

But the second your lips crash together, something happens, something shifts.

His grip softens. Your hands move up, around his neck, hands brushing the ends of his long black hair. 

One of his thumbs brushes your cheek, almost unknowingly. 

He doesn’t pull away, he deepens the kiss in a way that is more intimate. For a moment, it doesn’t feel fake at all.  

Your breath catches. Thoughts rushing through your head.

This isn’t just for her. It can’t be even if he’ll never admit it.

After a moment, he finally pulls back—just enough to make it look casual, like it didn’t mean anything more than it was supposed to.

He dropped his hands like the contact burned him. When he speaks, his voice is shaky, nervous, scared to look you in the eyes.

He steps back, nervously brushing a hand through his somewhat messy and windswept black hair.

“Thanks,” he says. Wonwoo briefly looks over your shoulder to see if his ex saw. “Oh my god, I owe you big time.”

So that’s all it was.

There's no way his heart isn’t still racing.

But also, yours is too.

You look at him, shock filling your eyes. You don’t know how to respond. He can tell you are confused, flustered. He decided to quickly change the conversation to what you were talking about previously.

“So… Party, your apartment, for Seungkwan’s promotion, can I bring Vernon and Mingyu?” He says shyly, quiet.

You blink once, then twice, forcing your expression into something neutral. Like nothing just happened.

“Yes… yeah,” you say, a little too quickly. You clear your throat, slowing yourself down. “Yeah, that’s fine. The more the merrier, right?”

Your voice sounds steady. You’re proud of that. Inside, though, you are burning up.

Wonwoo nods, relief flashing across his face, grateful for the semi-normalcy. “Cool. Yeah. They’ll be excited.”

There’s a pause. It’s awkward.

You shift your weight, hugging your arms loosely around yourself. He notices, of course he does. He always notices. He would never say anything about it.

Instead, he gestures down the sidewalk. “Let’s keep walking?”

You hesitate for half a second.

“Okay.”

The two of you continue to walk beside each other, not quite as close as before. Not touching. Not even brushing shoulders.

Your apartment building isn’t far, but somehow the walk feels longer now, the tension of what you both didn’t say hanging over your heads like a raincloud.

You glance at him once.

Big mistake.

He’s already looking at you.

And just as quickly, he looks away.

Your stomach flips.

You let out a small breath, pretending to be thoughtful instead of completely thrown off. “So why is Seokmin adamant about throwing a party again?”

“We just never have people over. Sometimes I think Seokmin gets sick of us and needs more socialization” You chuckle awkwardly to yourself.

“How could someone get sick of you- you guys.” Wonwoo studders. 

A small smile tugs at your lips, and for a moment, things feel normal again.

But it doesn’t last.

Because every few seconds, your mind drifts right back to it.

The way he didn’t hesitate.

The way it didn’t feel like pretending.

You try to refresh your brain, try to reset the memory.

It doesn’t work.

By the time you reach your building, neither of you are quite ready to acknowledge it.

“Well,” you say, gesturing lightly behind you “This is my apartment.”

“Yeah.” He nods, hands slipping into his pockets. “I figured.” He locks eyes with you.

“Thanks for walking me.”

“Of course.”

Neither of you move.

For a second—just a second—you think he might say something. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he rocks back on his heels, glancing briefly at the door, then back at you. “I’ll… see you at the party?”

You hesitate. “Yeah, I kinda have no choice. It is my house.” 

He chuckles to himself.

The air between you both is so heavy.

“Goodnight, Wonwoo.”

“Goodnight.”

You step into your apartment building before you can overthink it.

And as the door closes behind you, your heart is still racing—

because no matter how normal you acted…

that didn’t feel fake to you.

Not even a little.

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The minute you shut the stairwell door behind you, your feet holding you up give out as you slide down the backside of the door. You rest your head in your hands letting out a frustrated sigh. You pull your phone out of your bag and open messages.

Y/n: He kissed me.

Joshua: Y/N WHAAAAAT????

THAT’S A BIT FORWARD DON’T YOU THINK?

Y/n: His ex was walking by Josh. 

He wanted to kiss me to make her jealous.

Joshua: Oh.

Did it feel real.

Y/n: To me or to him?

Joshua: Both I guess?

You reflect on the kiss. How your lips pieced together perfectly, your hands resting on the back of his neck playing with his hair as he kissed you deeper. 

Y/n: He just wanted to make her jealous, Josh.

You swiped out of your messages and placed your phone in your lap. Everything felt like it was crushing down on you. You throw your head back against the door in frustration, tears beginning to form in your eyes. You felt stupid for reacting like this. 

Frustrating because you liked him. Frustrating because he kissed you, to get back at his cheating ex. Just when you started to see eye to eye, you said yes to the stupidest decision you could’ve made, kissing him. 

You pick up your phone to check the time. 2:34. Joshua hadn’t texted back yet. Tears fall from your eyes as you are choking for breath. This was insufferable, Wonwoo was insufferable, yet all you could do was replay kissing him and wonder if it was really all fake.

The door behind you swings open, making you fall backwards through the opening. 

A familiar shriek sounds from behind you.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” Seokmin yells at you, leaning over to look your now laying down body in the eyes. He notices the red flush all over your face. “Oh y/n.” He sighs, frowning. "What happened?”

You said nothing, Seokmin helped you up off the ground and up the stairs as you cried. He let you cry.

Seokmin was always a silent listener, he was one of the most attentive people you knew. 

He opened your apartment door letting you in first, hand resting gently on your back. You blink your tearful eyes at Seungkwan who is sitting on the couch playing some game on his ipad.

Seungkwan looks up from his screen and meets your eyes with a smile that immediately drops when he sees your tear stained face, moving to the side allowing room for you on the couch. 

You sit down in your normal spot, sandwiched between your two roommates and the tears begin to flood again. 

“He kissed me.” The room goes quiet.

Seokmin and Seungkwan look at you, clearly trying to mask the pure shock on their faces. 

You explain the whole story, Seokmin attempting to soak up your tears with tissues. 

“He is coming to the party.” You choke on tears. “I don’t want to see him.”

“Tell him not to come.” Seokmin’s face is more serious than ever.

“What?”

“He’s not coming.” He turns to you looking visibly upset. “Text him and tell him he's not coming.”

“Seokmin… Maybe it would be good if he came?” Seungkwan urges. “Besides it will give y/n the time she needs to think about things and maybe then, they can have a conversation about it? At the party?” 

“I am not having someone in our humble abode that made y/n cry so hard I found her sitting in the stairwell.” Seokmin fights back. 

I’ve never seen him this angry. 

“I need to lay down.” You stand up and b-line for your bedroom door hearing the small bickers between Seokmin and Seungkwan about the situation you now have yourself in. 

The rest of the day was spent laying in bed, scrolling on pinterest, with the occasional knock on the door checking on you from Seokmin and Seungkwan in shifts. 

You pick up your phone often to check and see if Wonwoo texted you. Acknowledging what happened earlier. Apologizing. Even just a hi. 

Nothing.

It really was just to make her jealous.

Right when you finally calmed down, the tears started again. You wanted to call him. You couldn’t do that. 

Y/n: Seungkwan

Can you come here?

Two minutes later you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You slowly get out of bed and open the door, greeted by Seungkwan.

He sits on your bed, and listens to you.

“I need you to take my phone for the night.” You hold it out in his direction. Seungkwan hesitates to grab it from you. “I want to talk to him, but I shouldn’t.” 

Seungkwan nods, grabs your phone and puts it in his pocket. His arms wrap around you tightly giving you a long, silent hug. 

The night ends like that. You are in your bed, staring at the ceiling, with no access to your phone. You can’t help but still wonder if he has texted. Seungkwan wouldn’t tell you. Or so you thought.

A quiet knock on your door at midnight. Seungkwan is in the doorway, your phone in his hand. 

“Y/n. You should see this.”

You look at your lockscreen. A few texts from Joshua analyzing your day, memes sent from Seokmin to try to make you feel better, and one text… from Wonwoo. The notification was from 11:56 PM.

Wonwoo: Can you call?

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You don’t call him. You don’t respond to his text.

You fell asleep that night without responding to him, or Joshua. You did however feel it was right to respond to Seokmin, he would be upset if you didn’t.

Days felt like weeks, and the week leading up to the party felt like months. Wonwoo waited a few days after his first text to send you another. 

Wonwoo: How are you?

Y/n: I am okay, how are you?

This opened the conversation again. It had been a few days of wondering if the kiss meant anything to him. 

Days went by with casual conversation, he was clearly full of energy to talk to you again, and all you gave him were half assed responses with no meaning behind him. You didn’t want to speak to him. Not now.

The days leading up to the party however, went by in the blink of an eye. You went out with Seokmin to go shopping for decorations. 

Ever since kissing Wonwoo he had been more protective over you. 

After bickering with him in the dollar store party aisle, you decided on which decorations to get for the house. Seokmin finally figured out the ‘perfect’ cake recipe for Seungkwan that he swears he will love. You sent out the final texts to party attendees. 

A few of Seokmin’s college friends, Seungkwan’s colleagues and best friends, you even got to invite your two friends from your hometown, Jun and Minghao since they were in the area. 

And Wonwoo.

You text Wonwoo briefly just to double check and see if he is coming.

Y/n: You coming tonight?

A pit forms in your stomach at the thought of seeing him for the first time in a week or so, though it felt like months.

Wonwoo: Wouldn’t miss it.

Is it still okay if Vernon and Mingyu come?

Y/n: Like I said, the more the merrier.

Wonwoo: See you tonight :D 

You let out a deep sigh, anxiety stirring in your body. 

You run and grab coffee as fast as you can before Seokmin gets on your ass for being late to decorating the apartment. 

The rest of the day was spent bickering with Seokmin about where to put decorations. Seungkwan would be home from work any minute and the place was nowhere near ready. 

Seungkwan walks through the doorway to you and Seokmin yelling in each other's faces about where to hang the streamers. Seungkwan helps deescalate the situation by ripping the streamers out of Seokmin’s hands and hanging them where he wants.

Seokmin eventually gave up and slouched on the couch while you took the liberty to finish decorating. He said that ‘working on the cake made him tired’. 

Once you finished decorating, you went into your room to get ready. 

You walk over to your closet, staring at your clothes like they might magically decide for you. Your hands hover over a few options before you finally pull something out—simple, but nice. Not like you’re trying too hard.

Even though you definitely are. You want to impress him, whether you realize it or not. 

This is the first time in days your thoughts lingered on the kiss. The way he looked at you after.

You shake your head slightly, trying to snap out of it.

“It didn’t mean anything,” you mumble to yourself, even though it doesn’t sound convincing.

You fix your hair, smoothing it down, then adjusting it again… and again. Your hands feel restless, your stomach tight with nerves.

Because tonight, you’re going to see him along with new familiar faces.

And you don’t know what’s worse—

 the idea that he’ll act like it never happened…

or that he won’t.

Slowly people start arriving at the party. Joshua was the first one to show up, since you asked him to get there early to keep you company while you got ready. 

People flooded into your apartment including the friends of Seokmin and colleagues and close friends of Seungkwan.

“This is the most people we have ever had in here.” Seokmin says leaning against the kitchen counter, a red cup in his hand full of some rubbing alcohol tasting beverage. 

“Maybe it’s nice to socialize?” You hit his arm playfully, taking a sip from the cup that he mixed for you as well. “This tastes like shit man.”

Seokmin laughs while taking another swig from his cup. You look out into the living room from the kitchen, seeing Seungkwan happier than ever, surrounded by the people who love him the most. 

You and Seokmin smile at each other, clinking your cups together in a cheers, celebrating your friend was such an easy task.

Seokmin walks into the living room and begins socializing with Minghao and Jun, getting to know about them and their childhood with you, leaving you alone leaning against the cold granite countertop of your kitchen. 

A knock on the door leads Seungkwan to answer. You look over to the door to see not only Seungkwan looking and pointing at you, but three heads peeking through the doorway. 

One of them is quick to introduce himself to Seungkwan, immediately immersing himself into the vibe of the party. The other one slowly follows behind saying a nice hello to Seungkwan as well. 

And then there’s Wonwoo.

He pauses just inside the doorway and doesn’t follow his friends inside, not yet..

For a second, it feels like everything slows down.

Your breath catches.

The two other boys approached you, they knew exactly who you were, Wonwoo following shortly behind.

“You must be y/n!” One of the boys exclaims, he is seriously a beautiful man. “We have heard so much about y-” The shorter boy slaps him on the arm.

“Dude,” he mutters, shaking his head slightly.

Mingyu winces, rubbing his arm. “What? I was just—”

“—about to say too much,” Vernon cuts in calmly, glancing at him before looking back at you. His expression is neutral, but there’s something knowing in it. “Hi. I’m Vernon.”

You let out a small laugh, a bit nervous but amused. “Hi.”

“Mingyu,” the taller one adds quickly, recovering like nothing happened, flashing you another grin. “And I promise whatever you’ve ‘heard’ about me from him is probably exaggerated.”

“That’s not reassuring at all,” you reply, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s fine,” Vernon says, like he didn’t just interrupt a whole situation. “He talks a lot.”

“I do not—” Mingyu starts, then stops, realizing he’s proving the point. “…okay, sometimes.”

You laugh again, the tension easing just a little.

Mingyu grabs Vernon’s arm, dragging him into the sea of the party, forcing him to mingle with people they just met. 

Wonwoo watches as they disappear in the crowd and looks at you, like he has been craving seeing you.

You want to look away from him, but now he’s standing right in front of you— and whatever you were trying to leave in the past is suddenly right in front of you again.

You lock eyes with him through his frames. Wonwoo is wearing something similar to what he wore the first time you saw him after shooting the concert. Black shirt, slightly cut at the sleeves and at the bottom of the shirt making it a tad shorter and baggier dark blue jeans. 

Your chest tightens, wondering who is going to speak first. 

I need to speak first.

“You wore your glasses today.” 

You kick yourself. The second it leaves your mouth, you almost regret it.

Out of everything you could’ve said… that’s what you went with?

He looks exactly how you knew he would. The glasses, the dark clothes, the way everything sits on him so effortlessly. The way his long black hair is always so perfect yet jossled in a messy way. 

It’s annoying.

You look away first.

He notices.

Wonwoo clears his throat softly. “You… look really nice.”

There it is.

You expected it. Still— your chest tightens anyway.

“Thanks,” you reply, a little too quick, taking a sip from your drink like that’ll give you something to do, still looking at the sea of people ahead of you.

There’s a pause.

You can feel him looking at you, but you don’t meet his eyes right away.

He’s nervous. You can tell.

More than he wants to be.

Because your texts—god, your texts—have been so dry it’s been driving him insane. Short replies, no energy, like you were slowly closing a door he didn’t realize he wanted open. A door he opened the day he kissed you just for the sole purpose of making someone jealous. Did it even work?

“I didn’t know if you’d… want me here,” Wonwoo admits after a second.

You glance at him. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He hesitates. “You’ve been kinda… hard to talk to.”

You let out a quiet breath through your nose. “Maybe there wasn’t much to talk about.”

That lands exactly how you intended.

He looks down for a second, nodding slowly. “Right.”

There is tension in the air. Not the awkward tension you were used to before, this time it’s heavier, more stressful. 

A long pause.

“So,” you say, tilting your head slightly, eyes flicking back up to him, “do you think it worked?”

He frowns a little. “Did what work?”

You give him a look. “The whole kissing-me-to-make-your-ex-jealous thing.”

His stomach drops, you can tell by the look in his eyes. 

“I—” he starts, running a hand through his hair, clearly thrown off.

Before he can finish—

“Hey.” Seokmin’s voice cuts in sharply from beside you.

You don’t even realize he walked towards you.

Seokmin doesn’t look at you first. He looks at Wonwoo.

Your stomach drops.

And the shift in his expression is immediate.

Seokmin looks at you, frustration written all over his face. “Y/n—” He starts guiding you out of the kitchen, his hand firm around your wrist. He drags you into your bedroom down the hallway, away from the crowds of people. 

He shuts the door quietly behind you.

“He is going to hurt you. I can’t see you like that again.” Seokmin bites.

“I know what he did,” you say, softer now. “And I’m still mad at him. But I also want to talk to him. Even if it’s frustrating, even if it’s risky.”

Seokmin runs a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “That’s what I don’t get. I just—he kissed you to make someone else jealous. You don’t deserve to be treated like that. And you’re letting him back in.”

“I am not letting him back in. Not really. I know how it looks, Seokmin. But it’s not that simple. I want to talk to him because… clearly something must be up with me if I keep thinking about that kiss every fucking moment of my life.” You accidentally start yelling, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “I need to figure this out, Seokmin, I need to know what this is about. It’s going to kill me if I don’t.”

Seokmin’s features soften. He seems more understanding. 

He studies you for a moment, tension still there, but his shoulders dropping just a fraction. “…Fine. But if he screws up—if he hurts you—you come find me, got it?”

You grin, a little relieved. “Got it.”

He lets out a short laugh, the protective edge fading just enough. “Alright. Go on then. Talk to your… weird boyfriend thing.”

“Seokmin he is not my boyfriend.” You chuckle immediately being enclosed in a hug with your best friend. 

While hugging Seokmin you realize exactly how you feel about Wonwoo, you know why the fake kiss drove you absolutely fucking crazy. You knew you liked him. You thought he was beautiful from the start, so charming. You knew this would kill you. 

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After spending a few minutes decompressing in your room with Seokmin, you both returned to the party. Wonwoo spent a lot of the night with Mingyu and Vernon, as you spent a lot of the night with Jun and Minghao. 

You could feel his eyes on you from across the room. 

You are filling another cup for Minghao when you feel a light hand on your shoulder. You turn around greeted with the cutest smile from Mingyu.

Minghao reads the room and walks away cautiously to return to Jun and Seungkwan.

“Oh hello Mingyu!” You say cheerfully, starting to feel your drinks a bit more than before. You are happy to see him.

“Let’s cut to the chase y/n,” He giggles to himself, he is also definitely feeling his drinks as well. Mingyu leans a little closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, living with Wonwoo, I know that boy inside and out. And I can tell you right now… he’s been talking about you non-stop.”

You blink at him, incredulous. “He… what?”

Mingyu grins, clearly enjoying the effect of his words. “Photography, mostly. Your photos, your style, how you see the world through a lens—he can’t shut up about it. Honestly, it’s kind of cute… and exhausting.”

You raise an eyebrow. “There’s nothing cute about him,” Mingyu can see right through your lies. “Are you sure you’re not just exaggerating because you’re his roommate?”

“Nope,” Mingyu says firmly, shaking his head. “I’d know. He never shuts up about you. I mean, it’s like, every other sentence he says is somehow about you or your photography.” He smirks, nudging you gently. “He’s really into you, y/n.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh, trying to hide the flutter in your chest. “That’s… hard to believe, considering he kissed me to make his ex jealous.”

Mingyu’s grin softens, but his eyes lock onto yours, serious now. “Yeah, okay… I get that. But hear me out—what if he actually wanted to kiss you? Like, really wanted to, not just to make her jealous?”

You glance across the room again, at Wonwoo, pretending to be in a casual conversation with Vernon, and then back at Mingyu. The little voice Mingyu’s words planted in your head won’t stop buzzing: maybe… maybe he really did mean it.

Mingyu nudges you lightly with his elbow. “Just saying. You might want to pay attention, because he’s not exactly subtle.”

“There’s nothing subtle about him. Never has been” You laugh back at him.

“And that’s what I love about him.” Mingyu puts his hand lightly on your shoulder before walking back into the living room. You catch him right before he is too far away.

“Hey Mingyu…” You yell out towards the tall boy.

“Yeah?” He glances back at you.

“Can you tell him to meet me in my room, in 5 minutes?” 

That was bold of me.

Mingyu winks at you leaving you with a slight wave. 

You weed through the few people in the hallway to make your way to your bedroom. 

You sit on your bed legs crossed underneath you, twiddling with your fingers. Your body is full of nerves, wondering if Wonwoo will even come.

You barely have time to settle before a soft knock startles you.

“Y/n… can I come in?” You know exactly whose voice that is. It’s deep, meaningful.

The door creaks open, Wonwoo stands awkwardly in the doorway for a moment before stepping inside. He doesn’t sit immediately, just hovers there, hands in his pockets, and you can feel the weight of the tension in the room, almost physically pressing down.

Then he moves closer, finally perching on the edge of the bed next to you. You can smell him—subtle, comforting, familiar—and your chest tightens again.

“Mingyu said you wanted to talk to me… in here?” He looks so nervous. You really have never seen him like this before.

You fiddle with the edge of your shirt, trying to muster the courage to break the silence. Finally, you manage it.

“Why…” you start slowly, voice a little shaky, “why did you really kiss me that day?”

Wonwoo exhales softly, staring down at his hands. He shifts closer, the space between you barely a few inches now. “I mean… part of it was—yeah, to make her jealous.” His voice drops, quieter now, more honest. “But…” He hesitates, glancing at you briefly before looking away. “But I also… I wanted an excuse. An excuse to… cut the tension. Between us. To just… kiss you.”

You blink, trying to process what he just said, and the flutter in your stomach makes it hard to think straight. “You… you mean, it wasn’t just… you didn’t just do it to make her jealous?”

He locks eyes with you. He shakes his head. “No. That part… that part was there, I can’t lie. But I really did want to kiss you. I just… I thought it would make things easier. Instead…” He trails off, swallowing. “…it just made everything… more tense.”

You stand up, flustered, pacing back and forth in your bedroom from desk to door. You feel panicked, worried, like this conversation would just make everything worse. Part of you wants to be mad, still hurt over the ex and the game he was playing—but another part… another part is just staring at him, realizing that maybe Mingyu was right.

You don’t respond. Your breath gets heavier, panicked, worried. You refuse to make eye contact with him. You are so confused. 

He stands up and moves closer towards you.

“Y/n… look at me.” His voice is soft, delicate, deep.

You pause in your steps, still not making eye contact.

“Y/n,” He has a pleading tone in his voice. “Y/n please look at me.”

You finally exhale, a little shakily, eyes glued to the floor. “So… it wasn’t all for her?”

“Look at me.” He puts his hand on your cheek, flat and warm, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look him dead in the eyes. He has a light smile on his face, slightly giggling to himself, his eyes crunch together, just like they did the first time you saw him at the cafe.

“No, it wasn't all for her.” he says softly, leaning back slightly but keeping his eyes on you. “It was… mostly for me. Mostly because I wanted to. And I still do.”

Your chest tightens again, and you can’t help the small, shaky laugh that escapes your lips. “You’re impossible.” 

You want nothing more than to kiss him right now. 

He smirks faintly, that same calm, effortless look that somehow makes your knees go weak. “Yeah… but you kind of like that about me, don’t you?”

You avert your gaze, hiding the small blush creeping up your neck. “Maybe.”

“Can I kiss you, y/n?”

“For real this time?” You chuckle through your words. 

“Absolutely for real.” 

“So, Mingyu was right?” You playfully push his shoulder.

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Mingyu’s an asshole.” 

Before you know it, Wonwoo's lips are crashing on yours.

Soft at first.

Nothing like before. But this time, he meant it, you meant it.

It lingers—just enough to make your chest ache in the best way.

Your hand finds his shirt without thinking, gripping it lightly as you kiss him back, a little more sure now.

Wonwoo exhales against your lips, like he’s been holding that in for days, and the kiss deepens just slightly—still careful, but warmer, closer.

Your other hand slides up to the back of his neck, fingers brushing against his hair, and that’s when it shifts—just a little.

Not rushed. Not messy.

Just… perfect.

He pulls you in a fraction closer, like he can’t help it, and you don’t stop him.

For a moment, it feels like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

When you finally pull back, it’s slow, reluctant. Your forehead almost brushes his, your breath uneven as you try to steady yourself, hands now stationed at the back of his neck.

Brushing your fingers through his hair, he smirks against your lips. “Careful… I might start thinking you like this a little too much.” Wonwoo teases you.

“Oh, I definitely like this,” you whisper back against him, voice teasing, earning a low chuckle from him.

He grins, eyes glinting with mischief. “See? Mingyu is always right. I don’t mess around.”

You roll your eyes, laughing softly, heart still racing. “Yeah, yeah… you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

He smirks, leaning in closer again. “And you like that, don’t you?”

You close the space between the two of you again, just a small kiss. All of the tension dissipated, it is just you and him. 

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Two weeks had passed since the party. Seokmin and Seungkwan finally got the chance to formally meet Wonwoo at your usual coffee shop, usual table. You slid into your normal table, a small smirk tugging at your lips when Wonwoo plopped down next to you.

“You’re never paying for coffee again,” he said confidently, as if it were a law of nature.

You raised an eyebrow at him, stirring your drink slowly. “Did you ever really let me in the first place?” you teased, voice low but playful.

Wonwoo froze for a moment, caught off guard by the jab, and then chuckled softly. “Touché,” he murmured, eyes flicking to yours with a mix of amusement and something softer, something warmer that made your chest flutter.

Seokmin sat across from him, arms crossed at first, brows furrowed. He didn’t say much, clearly unsure what to make of this quiet, dark-haired boy who had managed to rattle you in ways Seokmin didn’t like to see. But Wonwoo had a way of talking about things that made people relax—his eyes lit up when he talked about trying new recipes, experimenting with flavors, and just the general joy he found in food.

Seokmin’s arms slowly uncrossed, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. “So… you like trying new recipes?” he asked, tone a little more curious than before.

“Absolutely,” Wonwoo replied, leaning forward slightly, hands clasped around his cup.

Seokmin lets out a small hum around his cup of coffee. You see a small glint in his eyes. You know he is warming up to Wonwoo.

Seungkwan, who had been quietly sipping his coffee the entire time, let out a small laugh. “He’s not half bad, you know,” he said, nudging Seokmin lightly.

You rolled your eyes, shooting Wonwoo a small grin. “See? You’ve already won over my roommates. Now you just have to win over me I guess!”

Wonwoo’s lips quirked into a half-smile, his eyes warm and teasing back at you. “I think I already have you hooked.” He shrugs, it’s so cute.

“Barf.” Seungkwan jabs towards you two, leaving Seokmin laughing in his chair. 

You caught Wonwoo’s eye, and there was that spark again—the quiet understanding between the two of you that didn’t need words, just shared glances and a little laugh over coffee. For the first time in a while, it felt like things were… exactly where they were supposed to be.

The rest of those two weeks were spent with Wonwoo coming over occasionally to watch sports with Seungkwan, or cook with Seokmin.

“I think you enjoy your ‘playdates’ with Seungkwan and Seokmin more than you like spending time with me.” You tease him, tugging at the hem of his shirt breaking the kiss of the boy above you. 

Wonwoo freezes, lips brushing against yours, and lets out a soft chuckle. “Maybe a little,” he admits, smirking down at you. His hands rest lightly on your waist, but there’s that glint in his eyes—the one that says he’s not really sorry.

You roll your eyes, playful but still pretending to scold him. “A little? That’s it? I’m the one who gets stuck on the couch third wheeling you and Seungkwan’s games and third wheeling, eating the somewhat burnt food you and Seokmin cook?”

Wonwoo grins, leaning down so his forehead rests against yours. “Third wheeling, huh? Sounds like you’ve got a problem with having fun.”

He tilts his head, capturing your lips again, this one a little deeper, softer, teasing, but leaving just enough space between kisses for words. “Maybe you just need to join us! Then you wouldn’t feel so left out.”

You bite your lip, heart fluttering, pressing a hand to his chest as he dips down for another kiss, this one lingering longer, lips moving against yours with a teasing urgency. “Mmm… maybe I like being left out… if it means I get to steal you like this.”

Wonwoo chuckles against your lips, “You’ve got me there. Guess I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

You laugh softly, rolling your eyes again, tugging him closer. “Oh, so that’s your grand plan? Just distract me with kisses until I forgive you?”

He smirks, letting his hand slide to the small of your back. “Maybe… but you’ll never admit it.”

And with that, he presses another kiss to your lips, and you don’t pull away, letting the playful, flirty tension between you two stretch on.

Small coffee dates, at home movie nights, night outs with friends, everything started to include Wonwoo. 

It felt normal, you loved normal. Including him in your routine became so normal. 

You were editing photos from a recent show you shot when you got a text.

Wonwoo: Meet me, Thayer’s Park, 3:00.

Y/n: Oh we haven’t been there in a bit!

Wonwoo: Since the first time yeah

See you there!

Y/n: Who says?

Wonwoo: You don’t want to make me sad do you… :(

Y/n: Whatever.

You put on a casual outfit, similar to the one you wore the last time you went to the park. 

Your 20 minute walk felt like 5 minutes with the anticipation of seeing him. Nothing made you happier than seeing him. 

The weather was beautiful, just as it was last time. 

You walk through the entrance of the park and see Wonwoo sitting on the same bench as before, camera in his hand. Something looks different.

Your eyes immediately go to the camera. A Nikon. The one he used to tease you mercilessly about when you first met him. You remember the smirk, the teasing comments, the way he’d act like he’d never let you live it down.

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you as you walk closer. “Oh so you got a Nikon?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Wonwoo looks up at you, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “Saved up. Figured it was time. Can’t let you have all the fun, right?”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a warmth in your chest. “So now you’re officially a Nikon user huh? Does this mean you’re going to stop teasing me?”

“Not a chance,” he says, but the grin on his face is soft, almost shy.

He pats the bench next to him, and you sit, sliding close. Wonwoo keeps his camera raised, clicking shots almost compulsively, but each photo is of you—your profile, your smile, the way the sunlight catches your hair.

“You’re not going to let me be at peace, are you?” you tease, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“Not when you’re this photogenic,” he says, eyes glinting behind his glasses. 

Wonwoo sets the camera down on the bench beside him and fidgets with the strap of the camera slightly. 

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who asked me to meet you here,” you say, trying to keep your tone playful, though your stomach flips.

Wonwoo swallows, blinking up at you, voice low. “Yeah… I, uh… I just… I like being here with you. I like… this.” He gestures vaguely at the park, the flowers, you, all of it.

You lean a little closer, smiling softly. “You don’t have to overthink it, you know. You can just… enjoy it.”

He chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I know… it’s just… I like you. A lot. More than I probably should.”

Your heart skips. 

This is it.

He laughs, though it’s still a little tight, and turns to face you fully. “I can’t lie to you. I just… want to be with you.”

You bite your lip, feeling the tension, the nervousness radiating off him, and the flutter in your chest that’s been growing since you arrived. “Oh really?” you murmur, teasing lightly, though your voice wavers slightly. 

“Yeah. I… I want to… I want to date you, y/n,” he finally says, voice soft but direct. He fidgets with the strap of the camera again, unable to meet your eyes for a second before gathering courage. The boy who was once so confident and cocky was showing who he truly was, a shy reserved boy and all he wanted was for you to be happy.

You grin, leaning in slightly to poke his shoulder. “You look way too nervous to be asking that,” you tease, watching him flush.

“I’m not nervous!” he protests, though the tip of his ears turning red betrays him.

“You are asking to date me as if we haven’t been making out every night for the past two weeks!” You laugh, he chuckles back, eyes squinting shut showing his beautiful smile. “You’re adorable,” you whisper, smirking. “Fineeee,” You draw out the end of that word. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Relief floods his expression, and before you can process it, he’s leaning in, kissing you softly, gently at first, then a little more heated, like he’s trying to make up for all the nervous energy.

He pulls back slightly, breathless, eyes wide, and mutters, “I… I love—”

His words catch mid-sentence, and you laugh softly, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Wonwoo… you’re so nervous.”

“I—I didn’t mean to say that!” he stammers, panic and excitement warring in his chest.

You grin, leaning in to kiss him again, slower this time, pressing your forehead against his. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “I like that you said it. I love you too.”

He exhales shakily, finally letting himself relax, his hands holding you close. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirm, smiling softly.

And then he kisses you once more, deep and deliberate, as if he’s memorizing the moment, while the leaves on the trees sway gently around you. It feels as if it is just the two of you in the park. 

Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out to see a text from Seokmin.

Seokmin: Where the fuck is my boyfriend Wonwoo and why is he not at the apartment making food with me right now :(((((

Y/n: He’s my boyfriend now, idiot.

Seokmin: Fucking finally.

[mysafehaneul]

Timestamp! Aquamarine Au!

Wonwoo x Reader

Part of this Series.

Angst, Hurt comfort, a child and a dog and some ice-cream.

TW: Mention of Chondrosarcoma.

12:31am:

You found yourself leaning against the kitchen counter, hands still gripping the smooth slab as you watched the water slowly dry in the sink. Your gaze was fixated on the droplets that fell and scattered; your fingertips still damp from washing your cup earlier.

The evening dress clung to your body, a reminder of the office event you had attended on behalf of your father. A wave of sadness washed over you, the ache in the lump of your throat intensifying as your eyes stung with unshed tears. Memories played in your head, and life didn't feel the same ever since you found out about

your father's diagnosis with Chondrosarcoma. The feeling of impending loss loomed over you, lurking in the corner, ready to impose itself on you at any moment.

It had been two days since you lost your appetite, preoccupied with your father's condition and the transition of the company's management. Meanwhile, Noel was away for the summer with Jeonghan and Victor and their son, and your daughter was about to start preschool. Everything seemed to be falling into place, yet the taste of the tea you had just drank still lingered on your tongue.

As you stood there lost in your thoughts, you felt sturdy yet careful footsteps approaching you. The familiar scent of his being, fresh from a pre-bed shower, reached you before his arms wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His lips left a tingling sensation as they moved to speak.

"Everything will be alright," he whispered, his voice a comforting reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

You drew in a breath, feeling your chest constricted as your brows scrunched in distress. Despite your efforts to control your voice, it still came out tight. "My father is dying, Won. What could possibly become alright?"

"Y/N," Wonwoo stood straight, pulling you closer to his chest as his hand gently caressed the top of your head, your head now resting against his shoulder. "Don't say that. You know I talked with Doctor Jung, and he's hopeful that there is still a chance. If we go forward with the treatment, then he can…"

"I know that, but at what cost, Wonwoo?" Your voice shook, tears streaming down your face. "He's 70 years old, and he refuses it. He says he'd rather live out his days than lease them in exchange for pain. And I don't understand what's wrong with my mother that she's supporting him in this."

Your knees wobbled, but Wonwoo tightened his grip, carefully sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed and placing your shaking body on his lap. He pressed kisses on top of your head, then nuzzled his forehead against your back, his heart breaking at seeing you like this – his strong wife who always pushed through no matter what hurdles life threw at her.

"How can they be so selfish? Why didn't they think of me? Doesn't what I want matter?"

"Your points are valid, Y/N, and I know that," Wonwoo began, gently removing your hand from your face to look at you, providing reassurance. Mascara ran down your eyes, leaving a trace in its wake, and your lipstick was slightly smudged. The sight made him hate himself for being unable to take away your pain.

With downcast eyes, you spoke, your voice filled with childlike innocence that left no doubt that even though your daughter took after him, she inherited all her mannerisms from you. "But I need my father. I'll always need my father. I can't fathom the day where I pick up my phone and dial his number, and he won't be there to pick up after the second ring and tell me, 'Don't worry, I'll take care of it,' Wonwoo. I hate to think about it. Even a thought like that makes me feel like someone has taken the roof off my head and left me in a room surrounded by walls."

Wonwoo could feel a lump arising in his throat as well. He reached out to kiss your tears, but you moved your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck, circling your arms tightly around him. He shut his eyes and did the same.

"Why do I have to be the one always losing people around me? Why can't I–"

"Please don't finish that sentence, please, Y/N," his voice wobbled as he tightened his embrace.

You let your emotions take over, and the sobs soon turned into silent tears. During that time, your husband silently rocked you, rubbing your back and planting kisses periodically. You didn't know how long you both sat there, but the night had surely grown darker, and his hair was dry.

When his voice hushed, "There will be times when life makes us realize that our mortality is the ultimate and unescapable fact. Thus, it makes it necessary for us to live it while we can. Instead of crying, fighting, and complaining, I think you should spend time with your father and make the most out of it so that you don't have any regrets again about the things unsaid and the opportunity to make new memories with him and our kids."

You shook your head in understanding. "Okay."

"Okay."

You wiped your face with the back of your hand and moved away from his neck, his eyes trained on you with the same gaze as the night in London where he proposed to you.

"Since when did you become so philosophical?" you gave him a small smile.

Catching on to your attempt to lighten the mood, he said, "Just ever since I married this woman. You may know her very well. Or Maybe it's a girl-dad effect."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his antics, a small smile gracing both of your lips. You leaned in and planted a kiss at the corner of his lips, pulling back as both of your foreheads rested against each other.

"Have faith, my love. Let's try and talk with him about the treatment together, hmm?"

"Hmm."

You took a breath as you were about to move off and go change your dress. The pitter-patter of small feet and four paws slowly rushed down the hall.

"You didn't put her to bed?" you asked, your eyes still closed. "I did," both of your heads still connected.

"Hush, Denny, you're making too much noise. You're gonna wake papa and mama up," the voice was now coming from the other side of the kitchen island as both of you were hidden from plain sight. "I am going to grab the chair and get the ice-cream, but don't bark, okay?"

"How is she going to move the chair?" you whispered to your husband.

"That's what I also want to know."

There was a little screech from the dragging on the floor, then a little huff resounded. "This is heavy," the cute voice concluded. There was silence for a few seconds when the patter against the floor resumed.

You both exchanged looks when Iris opened the pantry and brought out the kitchen step stool. With a look of triumph written across her face, she made her way to the other side of the kitchen where the fridge, as well as the two of you, were sitting, with Denny wagging his tail, giving the telltale sign that this was not the first time they were doing this and he was well aware of what was about to come.

"We wouldn't need this if Oppa were here," she said, looking at Denny, when you said, "Is that right?" making her startled and drop the tool. "Hello Iris, fancy seeing you here way past your bedtime."

Your daughter looked at you, then at her father, eyes widened. "Mama, Papa."

You raised your brows in acknowledgement, Wonwoo's failed suppressed chuckle slipping past. "What are you doing with that, baby girl?" he said.

She moved away from the tool and approached where both of you were sitting and said, "Papa, Denny woke me up and he wanted ice cream."

Wonwoo looked at you and then at Denny before amusing his daughter, "Is that right, Denny?" Denny, none the wiser, gave a bark.

"Well, if Denny wants it, then we can give it to him. You can go to bed."

"Noo," she yelped, then looked down and pouted. "So did I."

You and Wonwoo exchanged amused looks as he said, "Hmm, ice cream does sound like a good idea. What do you say, Mama?"

You couldn't help but chuckle as both of you got up. You wiped your face with the kitchen towel and reached out for the ice cream bowls.

When Iris asked, "What were you guys doing on the floor?"

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AN: I have an exam tomorrow but I am kinda sad, and can't take this scene out of my head, Its cringe might delete it later. I know I must focus on the cheol fic but ya know the same'ol writter's bloc. Wish me luck for my exam.

[asphora]

untitled | jww

angst; one-sided love

“For love, I will handle your sins.” “And for justice?”

Wonwoo’s arm is a sturdy warmth around your shoulder, both your eyes glued to the television screen in front of you. It’s 2 a.m. on a Friday night and you and your best friend are up to your usual plans: dramatic romance movies, popcorn, the two of you wrapped up in warm blankets, curled up on your couch with your head on his shoulder, his arm around yours and the usual sleepover that would ensue soon after.

There must be lifetimes where the two of you are more than this, you muse, but this is the way it’s always been, and despite your hidden feelings for your dearest friend, you wouldn’t change or trade your friendship for the world.

It’s true; you’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t ever wished things were different, that if maybe he or you were different, things between the two of you could be different. But this is the lifetime you’re born into; one where you are only his friend, but even then, your gratitude outweighs your yearning every time. So as always, you keep your eyes on the movie, ignoring the way your heart races at his touch despite its familiarity. You let yourself cry through the angsty bits of the movie and even shed a few tears, secretly meant for yours and the main character’s one-sided loves.

Especially now that he had a girlfriend, you’d keep this secret to the grave. Finally, this dork of a best friend of yours had finally managed to snag the girl of his dreams: the long awaited, beautiful girl who you were convinced had probably saved a country in her past life to be this lucky. Admittedly, it hurt to see them together, but despite this, you were thankful for her. She brought joy to light of  your life and for that, you’d be forever grateful. So much so that you barely even ever registered the pang of pain in your chest anymore.

Wonwoo had been particularly restless that night, but as his best friend, you knew him well enough to know that if it was something he wanted to share with you, he would and that prying just wasn’t the best way to go about it. So, as he fidgets every few seconds throughout the opening scene of the movie, seemingly looking for a comfortable spot, you let him. You carry on as usual and remain unbothered, completely trusting that when he’s ready he’ll tell you.

Somewhere along the line though, your worries diminish as he finds a comfortable spot, head resting on your shoulder with the blankets snugly pulled up and encasing the two of you in shared warmth. The movie ends and the credits roll. You press the soft cotton of the blanket to your eyes, dabbing the dampness from the tears away. Then, looking up at Wonwoo who at some point had managed to become engrossed enough in the movie to finally focus on it, you saw he was now fighting back the obvious tears in his eyes. Honestly, he did this for every movie, fight back his tears, often saying that he didn’t want to get his glasses wet. Being the wonderful and understanding best friend that you are, you simply let him believe that you believed his reason. But you knew the truth, you knew that he had to stop himself or he’d be an even bigger sopping mess than you by the end of the movie.

“That was so good,” you tell him, offering him the same portion of the cotton blanket you’d used to dab your own tears.

“Yeah,” he agrees, lifting his glasses up to his hair as you move to dab the moisture off his face like you always do, but before you can, he moves back as if recoiling from your incoming touch and he takes the cloth you’re offering, then dabs his face on his own.

You almost raise a brow at the sudden and unusual gesture, but you let it slide. You really weren’t the confrontational type anyway, maybe he was feeling particularly antsy tonight and just didn’t want to feel like a bigger crybaby than his best friend (which to be completely honest, you knew he was and your entire shared friend group knew it too, not that you’d ever tell him though). Instead of saying anything though, you indulge him, grabbing the now empty bowl of popcorn from his lap and getting up to rinse it in the sink.

“Hey,” he says your name in a tone you haven’t heard since high school when he’d accidentally lost your favorite book and just didn’t know how to come clean about it. The sound makes you stop the circular motions of soaping on the bowl in your hands and look right at him.

In the darkness of the room, the only source of light from the moon outside the window and the quiet flashing of the still turned on television with the credits rolling to soft music, you see his expression clear as day. It’s tense and almost stoic. You can tell he isn’t angry at you, but he’s upset and from the twisting of his facial features, you knew he was struggling to get the words out.

You rinse your hands and walk over to him, drying the dampness on the fabric of your hoodie. “Hey, Woo,” you take a spot next to him, an arm instinctively wrapping around his shoulder and a hand from the opposite arm rubbing soothing circles onto the space on his chest where his heart was.

“It’s okay, you can tell me anything.” You say and he believes you, but it isn’t his belief in you that feels tested, but it’s in himself. Could what his girlfriend said to him possibly be true? And if it was, where did they go from there? Where would you and he go from there? Would he be able to bear what he might hear?

Braving his internal panic, he lets the question out, not meeting your eyes as the jumbled mesh of words tumble from his lips: “Do you like me?”

His question catches you of guard and your hands freeze their ministrations on his chest. You look him in the eye and for the first time in all the years you’ve known Wonwoo, you’re at a loss for words. He is too, finally staring back at you and reading the panic and fear that flash across your features. He was so sure you’d say no, but he knows that your silence is answer enough.

He shakes his head, looking down at where your hand is still frozen on his chest and he takes it in his own to remove it and untangles himself from you, shifting slightly on the couch to sit further from you and put enough distance that neither of you are touching. The sudden loss of contact feels cold and foreign to you, but you don’t protest.

“Y/N.” disappointment. You hear it so clearly in his tone that your eyes shift as quick as light to look down at the potted plants on your coffee table in the middle of the living room. Anywhere else but at his face where you know his beautiful, soft features are marred by the same disappointment that drips in his tone.

“I have a girlfriend.”

You’re offended by the way his says it. As if you had any malice or ill intentions towards him, when he was the one who asked first; as if all these years have been some kind of ploy to get him into your bed instead of years built on mutual understanding and adoration that had grown into something deeper than romance.

Hot tears threatened to pour from your eyes. You were going to be sick; how could he think so lowly of you? How could he diminish the sturdy foundations of something built on years of friendship in so few words? It must have been a talent, you thought bitterly, to be so eloquent that he could reduce a soul’s connection to another with so little, so easily.

He on the other hand, reads your tears as an admission of guilt. He watches you, shoulders and frame shaking as you try to fight the sob that wracks through your chest. “To be honest,” he speaks trying to fill the silence as he usually does in moments of uncomfortable confrontation, but you just wish he would stop. The more he spoke, the more his disappointment seemed to seep out of him, spilling out onto the carpet of your freshly made and cleaned apartment, staining everything.

“I didn’t believe it when I heard it at first. I thought Sohee was just being paranoid, but now…” he trails of, letting the pause settle and spread around the room into tension so palpable that even a knife couldn’t cut it, it rang in your ears so much so that you felt that maybe your ears might pop.

“Now, I don’t know.”

You don’t respond. You don’t say anything because like him, you also don’t know. Any attempts at defending yourself seemed futile at this point, especially when it seemed as though he’d made up his mind. Unfortunately, it wasn’t made in your favor.

“I think I should go,” he says, getting up from the couch, pushing the blanket off his lap and gathering his things from a corner of the room.

When he reaches the small hallway in your apartment leading to the door, he turns to face you, finding that you’d quietly followed his movements and were there to see him out despite the tears still streaming down your cheeks that you had left unchecked.

He looks at your shaken form; you devastated from the suddenness of it all, him devastated by what he saw as your betrayal of his trust and at a loss for what would come next. Watching you like that, his heart ached, and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you in a comforting embrace.

Crying into his shoulder, soaking his shirt, you wrapped your arms around his waist and shoulders recognizing the hug exactly for what it was at this point. You’d known Wonwoo long enough, had been in love with him long enough to know every meaning and reason behind every movement he made.

This was pity.

You spill a few tears for the friendship you feel like your losing, and for the shear pathos of your situation; how low was low enough at this point? How much more pathetic could you get?

As you cry, you feel him squeeze you before his words break through the sound of your sobbing, “We shouldn’t see each other,” it feels as though his sentence is incomplete, the way it hangs in the air, as if he’s left the last word out before he abruptly adds, “you know, just for a while, while things calm down.”

He says for ‘a while’, but you know that a while piles up; a while could be minutes, even days. A while could also mean years. You knew your best friend like the back of your hand and exactly what he meant by a while. It was a kind let go, a caring send off to you; a while, in this case, was a kind goodbye. A while meant never again.

You push of and out of his grip, angry but still gentle in your touch. “Are you serious? Over this small thing, Wonwoo I would never, I’m not that kind of person–”

“It isn’t a small thing,” he cuts you off, a little too aggressively, voice a little too loud, eyes a little too furrowed for your comfort. That’s when you realize, it’s those miniscule changes that make someone so familiar, look so easily like a stranger.

“It isn’t small, please don’t trivialize it.” You try to process his words and almost think that maybe he’s feeling guilt over all the years he hadn’t noticed your feelings, but the next words out his mouth prove otherwise. “It bothers Sohee, and I doubt that would go away, especially now that you’ve admitted it.”

Should you have lied instead? You wonder. As if this situation is on you when you’d never even dared or thought of making your feelings known.

“So, for her sake, for her comfort, I don’t think I can see you right now.”

You feel frozen in place, but your feet feel like their failing you, like you’re being engulfed in quicksand, you already couldn’t move, and just as the cherry on top, you were sinking.

“So that’s it then? An entire lifetime’s worth of friendship, down the drain, just that easily?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to sound or seem like you were begging for him to stay.

When he doesn’t answer, you try again, “C’mon Woo, we’ve been in each other’s lives for as long as we could remember.” At the words, you feel your resolve to remain dignified failing, “I don’t know this world without you, all our friends are the same, our families are so close, I can’t exist without you, and I-I know it isn’t just me.”

You look into his eyes and watch tears start to pool in them from behind his lenses as you speak, and just when you think you’ve gotten through to him, an apology slips from his lips. “I’m sorry, it isn’t permanent, at least I don’t think it will be. Just till things blow over.”

You feel your firsts clench at your sides. ‘Till things blow over?’ As if this friendship of over fifteen years could ever just blow over, as if the feelings you’ve harbored and taken such great care to hide and protect him from would ever just blow over, for him to minimize this as though forgetting the intertwinement of your lives and souls was as simple as waiting for a storm to cease. Maybe for him it was that simple, but for you, it would be like rebuilding a house after watching it burn down, or losing a limb; you could replace it, remake it, but it would never be the same or as good as what it was before the loss.

With that, he faces the door again. This time his hand is firmer on the doorknob. Even the metal in his hand knows of his certainty and resolve to leave. How lucky it is, you think, to be the last thing he touches, prints embedded into the cold surface, permanent to the memory, but invisible to the eyes the moment he would let go and leave.

At that moment, you feel yourself overcome with a sudden surge of anger that washes over you like a bucket of cold water waking you from your immobility, and the words leave your mouth before you can even think to stop them.

“So what if I love you?”

The tone you use is sharp and Wonwoo doesn’t think he’s ever heard that sound come out of you, let alone directed at him; so striking with how full of hurt and burning rage it was. The sound is something akin to a wounded animal and it makes him stop dead in his tracks.

Slowly, he turns to look at you. He says nothing, but his eyes are a silent question; mixed emotions of a clarification begging to be answered, laced with a fear that seemed to take over his features at the realization of your words. If he let himself speak, if he found enough of his voice to even attempt to ask you what you meant, what would that mean for the two of you? Even for him and Sohee? He desperately wanted to know your answer to his unspoken question, but he also knew that once he knew, once the words released into the world, they couldn’t be unsaid.

At least now, if he didn’t hear you, he could always excuse himself and you; say he never knew exactly how you felt, that it was just mere infatuation that would subside. But if he knew, in his mind, he knew there would be no going back from the words you would say. He wouldn’t be able to bear the weight of your truth, the gravity of what you truly felt for him.

You, on the other hand though, do not back down. You’re angry and understandably feeling very betrayed, so you let the negative feelings flood out of you; if he wanted out of your life – out of this friendship – then he would also have to deal with being treated like someone who didn’t belong in it. He wouldn’t be spared the aftermath of destroying the one thing you held sacred in this life.

“So what if I love you?” You repeat, “So what I’m in love with you and have been for most of my life?”

The heat in your eyes warns you of the traitorous tears that are threatening to spill over, this time tenfold of how they had the first time, but you power through it not caring if you looked like an idiot in front of him. You believed in fighting for this, for your friendship and for him. If there was ever anything that would ever be worth fighting for, you knew with every fiber of your being that it was this. Between him and the world, you would choose your friendship. You would choose him every time. (It was just unfortunate that for him, that didn’t seem to be the case).

You can see his trapped expression, like a deer caught in the headlights, while you were a freight train headed right for him. All it would take is one step, one twist of the doorknob already in his hand and one swift motion for him to leave to escape the impending danger that seemed to be rushing at him. Worst of all was though, he didn’t even know if he wanted to step out of your path of destruction.

“The fact of the matter is,” you feel the moisture finally escape from your eyes, the words becoming muddled as they mixed with your sharp intakes of breaths and sobs.

You’ve never been religious, but you find yourself praying desperately to any and every divine being there is in the universe that this last hail mary would pay off. You may not have been a believer of gods, but you had always been a believer in this connection with Wonwoo and you would exhaust any and all options before you let it go just like that.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel, because it all comes down to you.” You choke on the last word, knowing just how painfully true your words seemed to ring.

“Because you have never,” you push back a sob, your own tearful eyes boring into his own that now seem to be filling with moisture. Wonwoo may not have been as empathetic as you, but he knew you and with just the shaking in your voice and the pain in your eyes, he could already tell that years of agony and rejection seemed to spill from just the few words you had said.

It wasn’t at all what he had expected. Instead of pushing your romantic feelings onto him, what was happening seemed to be worse than what he had initially thought. Instead, you were resigned to this fate; a yearning so deep but unsatisfiable, a thirst that only he would quench, but couldn’t. The realization of true cruelty seemed to wash over him harder than he had ever thought possible, its result personified and facing him directly in the form of your broken form and unsightly begging.

He was wrong. You were not a freight train headed straight for him. It was him. He was an impending crash; the driver of a car you were a passenger to, as he headed straight for a cliff he would willingly (but unknowingly) drive the both of you off of, and yet, with every means for you to escape, you simply refused to. You would happily stand in front of him if he was a freight train; gladly bear the leap into the unknown abyss of a ravine, if it meant you would go down with him. You would set yourself on fire if it meant he could be warm, and nothing broke his heart more.

Eyes shut, as if anticipating the impending collision, you swallow the lump in your throat, and push yourself to continue, “and could never, feel the same.”

There it was. The reality you’d learned to live with. You had come to terms with it long ago, even if just on a subconscious level, but saying the words out loud, speaking into the universe was something else entirely. The agony of admission, of the truth coming to light, spilling from your mouth for the very person who was responsible for your hurt to see and spectate, was a pain unimaginable before this point.

You thought that after experiencing living through and with your unrequited love you could manage anything, but this was a kind of torture even more excruciating than the last. Your bleeding heart laid out on the floor, mangled and bloody for Wonwoo to examine every crevice of its selfish and wounded ventricles. Even more torturous was how he watched it, not so much as even an attempt to retrieve it from the ground; from his end there was nothing. Despite how long you seemed to wait for him to say something, anything, for him to be the best friend you knew he was and tell you that it would be okay.

It’s only when you find the courage to open your still teary eyes that you hear the first sound that breaks through the thickness of the silence:

Click.

Your eyes barely register his quick movements, only catching a glimpse of his shadow as he exits and closes the door of your apartment behind him.

It was over.

“For justice, I will show you mine.”

[fruityoosung]

alter ego

pairing : wonwoo x reader

rating : fluff-ish???? lowkey promiscuos

trigger warning : tattoos, substance usage, wonwoo being hot

“choi y/n you’re with jeon wonwoo” the monotonous deliverance from the TA stemmed a sigh that left your lips subconsciously. you turned your head to the right and a steely, dark and unwavering pair of brown eyes met yours. jeon wonwoo, the quiet, dismissive but very intelligent classmate of yours stared into you for a couple seconds before turning back towards his own assignment on his laptop. you merely nod your head to nothing before the TA dismissed the class, causing the flock of students in the history lecture flee from the lecture hall with grace, ready to end their day or attend their next class. some students hung behind to discuss the matters of the assignment with their designated partners and you decided to do the same.

you took your own sweet time packing your laptop into your backpack before a tall, looming figure casts a shadows upon you. you finally had a clear look of him whilst before your eyesight were betraying you. he’s the typical, lowkey stand off, quiet but very attractive young man, a character you often stumble upon at some point of your life. most times, it was more annoying than attractive to you because people like him are very contemptuous and outrageously pompous. you shot up from your seat and stood in front of him, waiting for him to talk to you first since you didn’t want to leave a bad impression towards your project partner.

“we can work on the project at the uni’s library. is tomorrow afternoon okay for you?” he asked, you didn’t realise how deep his voice actually goes. with the thin-rimmed glasses resting upon the bridge of his nose and the cashmere knitted, cream coloured sweater he was wearing, his voice was very uncanny to hear.

“tomorrow afternoon is fine, i’ll e-mail you the materials and we can work from there.” you replied, it was uncomfortable to you while he stood inches away from you and actively studying your face. he nodded and gripped the strap of his backpack before walking away. you did not know how to feel, you cannot deny his attractiveness and the stroke of heat that travels through your body as he stood close towards you.

this should be fun right?

you waited at the table near the windows with your laptop opened in front of you. you’re currently sorting through the materials and crafting a rough draft of your part of the assignment. wonwoo wasn’t late, you were just very early since the professor of your last class couldn’t make it to the lecture. you didn’t realise the time has passed as you typed through your rough draft until the sound of the wooden chair striking against the floor broke you out of your flow of thoughts. you immediately looked up and saw him sitting down directly across from you. being the somewhat inviting person you are, you decided to acknowledge his presence.

“hi, did you have class prior to this?” you asked, fingers resuming to type last few lines of your last rough draft. ever since the TA assigned the project to the both of you, you’ve never spoken to him verbally other than a few

e-mails regarding the materials and the submission of his rough draft for you to proof read and check. you were astounded to receive that e-mail since it was barely a couple hours since the TA had assigned it. of course, being one of the smartest kids in your class, his rough draft was nearly perfect and you only had to tweak a couple words to fit the theme better.

“i had a business management class.” he replied, his fingers began rapidly typing on the keyboard and it grew silent from there. it was almost distracting.

what’s more distracting is his goddamn features. you discreetly studies him as you finish typing the draft. the way the blue light from the screen reflected onto the lenses of his glasses made his eyes appear glittering almost had your heart lurching. the way he chews on his lips and furrowed his eyebrows as he reread the paragraph he wrote made you notice the warmth spreading on your face.

what the fuck? you swore. you’ll never have a chance with him, for all you know he probably hates your ass.

you shook off your thoughts and opened the google docs app and began typing the actual essay for the assignment. the lines above yours kept increasing and you tried your best to keep up.

what you didn’t notice was the sly smirk and the dark pair of brown eyes travelling towards your face, revelling at the sight in front of him.

he can get use to this

you were deep in your work before his alarm rang. thankfully, no one else was in the library since it was growing late into the evening. you looked up and meet his eyes again. wow, does he have really nice eyes.

“i need to go. i’ll make sure to send in the docs to you latest by tomorrow” he said before frantically packing up. you were dumbfounded. he’s probably late for something but you didn’t bother to ask since it is none of your business.

“it’s alright, this project isn’t due for another three days. you can take your time.” you replied softly, not wanting to stress him out.

“thank you y/n. i’ll see you soon.” he said in his deep tone that made your stomach do a flip. for some reason, you think your name sounds perfect coming from his lips.

since it is getting dark, you probably should leave the building before it gets too late.

you were in a state of boredom. your part of the project has already been done hours after you reached your apartment. to your surprise, the apartment was empty. maybe your roommate decide to stay the night at their boyfriend’s apartment. soon, the boredom slowly became unbearable so you decided to hit up the club for any sort of civilisation.

a seductive, red lip gloss dressed your lips as your fix the earrings dangling from your ears. the all black ensemble you were wearing definitely gave you a sense of high charisma and made you ooze confidence, perfect for a night out and warding off weird men. the heels you were wearing added an extra two inch to your strut. even though it’s probably going to be hell for you to walk in, you sure do look really good.

you took a cab to your favourite underground club, ready to take on the night.

the flashing led lights grabbed your attention as soon as you stepped into the dark nightclub. the atmosphere of drunk people in their early or mid 20’s dancing and having fun is never foreign to you. the bass boosted underground rap song pierce through your eardrums and made you heart thump along with every bass kick. you felt a surge of energy flowing through your veins so you wastes no time and walked towards the bar, before ordering your drink of choice for the night, completely ready to get wasted.

you are now on your fourth shot of vodka and dancing your way in the middle of the club. you’re a pretty sensible person off alcohol but when a substance is coursing through your blood, you tend to get a little too wild. the light changed and another song arrived through the speakers. you decided to leave the dance floor and return back to the bar to get another shot of whatever the hell you wishes

now i’m on my way to whatever’s waitin'

뭐가됐든 go straight (go straight)

fuck what they’d be talkin' 'bout

(fuck they talkin' 'bout)

their opinion doesn’t count like ooh

a loud scream can be heard on the dance floor, everyone began to vibe to the new heavy hitting bass playing through the very big speaker. a younger looking boy with bleached blonde hair appear with three other men on the stage

로또 터뜨린지도 어느덧

두달이 됐지 (yup)

나름 높아져, 벌농 인지도

man, 그 누가 알았겠니 (you get me?)

불가능해 보이던 모든건

수영이나 갔다오라해

wait, enough with vernon

원우형 here’s the torch

이제 가서 소각해요 man

even in your drunk state you couldn’t miss the rhythm of his name on stage since you have been thinking about him ever since the project was assigned. the craved, intricately carved, glass of bourbon wrapped safely around your fingers before you began sipping on it slowly. the sight you see next was nothing that you could’ve ever expected.

the red spotlight shined through the familiar figure, though he’s dressed so differently from when you saw him last.

uh 주위에선 그래 가능성 로또래

내가 노력만 한다면

대박 쯤은 그냥 터트릴거래

별의 별 놈들은 나에게 한마디씩 던지지

내가 볼 땐 넌 백날 해도 안돼

난 답하지 난 아직 어린이

발전 가능성이 높은 나에 비해 전혀 없어 넌

옛말에 똥은 더러워 피해

째려도 전혀 안 무서워

비교하면 난 박잘타는 흥부 너도 따라해도

넌 박치에 가깝지 내가 볼땐 니행동을보면 전혀 노력 금물 uh

너는 옥타곤 지옥에서 기어

난 바쁘니까 엄마가 보면 놀래 가사노동

할땐 주부들만치니까

나도 놀랬지 가끔 너 보면 빡치니까

넌 을이 없게도 그리해놓고 어디서 여기서 갑질이야

the familiar deep and heart rumbling tone of his voice pierced through the speakers and into your auditory senses. you focused your eyes towards the stage and there you see him, the man of the hour, hyping the crowd up like it’s nobody’s business but his. what surprises you his outlook, he appears more confident, more fierce, more arrogant and a bad news to literally anyone regardless of gender and preferences. he ditched the usually

thin-rimmed glasses and left the piercing cold and sharp eyes out on display. a black tight fitting tank top fit snug against his broad shoulder and chest. the purple, satin outerwear that’s slowly falling of his shoulders reveal biceps that could be envied by a lot of people and the huge written tattoos splayed on his neck and collarbones are the most unexpected part of him.

the smart and witty lyrics flows out of his lips perfectly against the rhythm of the overdriven instrumental. his motions in sync with the beat of the music made it seems like he has been doing this since forever, he wasn’t foreign to anything. that is not the jeon wonwoo you knew. the jeon wonwoo you knew was a quiet, smart and dismissive, not the one that oozes confidence and charisma like it is a switch to be turned on and off. you could not believe your sight. your heart thumped loudly against your chest with the music. the drink in your hand is slowly disappearing from the cup and into your mouth. you turned towards the bartender and asked for a refill, the torch has been passed from wonwoo to another member of his underground rap team and all you want to do is accept this as a dream and resume your night.

the song finally ended and the crowd went batshit crazy. you were still leaning against the bar looking at the stage still reeling in at the fact that the person with the rap team is your fucking history project partner.

wonwoo shared handshakes with his member before making his way towards the bar, ready to end the night with some good ol’ alcohol before another day began tomorrow. to his surprise. he saw a familiar figure leaning against the bar, drink in hand and cheeks flushed red. oops, his cheeky little secret have been exposed by none other than the person he has taken admiration to. the surge of confidence he got really made him a completely different person.

you mentally prepare yourself as you saw him walking straight towards you. you fixed your posture to appear taller and more confident even though you’re still inches shorter than his six foot height. you almost curse at the sight of him with that smirk playing on his lips. he walked past you and motioned for the bartender.

“i’ll have what she’s having.” he pointed at you, eyes lingered towards your figure for a couple seconds which made you almost cower at the sheer intenseness of the stare.

“so what brings you here. i didn’t realise this is your type of gig.” the question hung from his lips

once his drink is safe in his grip, you muster up the courage to finally speak to the new personality you just discovered.

“i think that question is way more suited towards you no?” you replied, a hint of mischievousness apparent in your tone.

the bronze liquid flowed from the cup and down his throat.

“oh darling, you may find me full of surprises.”

a/n : the edit was made by v follow her @/lovetagon

[thatgirl-yn]

One more round?

WonwooxReader

Genre: fluff, highschool au, best friend to lover

[4:00]

"Wonuuu~ lets play~" you said to your boy best friend that is reading a book. You two are supposed to study because you have an upcoming test tommorow so you decided to study with him in your dorm.

"But I thought we're gonna study?" he said to you quite unsure. "Come on! Its still early we can play some rounds then study later" you said to him still convincing him and lucky for you, games and you are his weakness so he nodded in defeat.

"Alright, but just a few rounds after we're going to study for real" he said to you while he was readying the game, and you nodded eagerly like a child. Wonwoo admired you in his mind 'how can a girl be this cute' he thought.

"Yah! Yah! Come here I'm gonna die!" you shouted at him as you two were so deeply in the game "hey, behind my back!" he shouted back at you. Five hours already passed and you two were still playing games in your computer. Completely forgotten about your test for tommorow. 'Defeat' was heard from your pc and you both sighed loudly. " We were about to win that one!" you exclaimed to him, he chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Let's play one more round?" you plead to him with your lips pouting and hand signing one. He thought it was so cute and he badly wants to kiss away that pout on your lips

"Yah! Its late already we still need to study." he said to you and you pouted more. Wonwoo lost his senses and kissed your pouty lips.

You were both in shock, your hands on your lips and he was so nervous 'did he lost his mind'. As he was about to say sorry, you quickly planted another kiss on his lips. His cheeks were red as rose and eyes more shocked than before.

"So we gonna study?" you asked him innocently and he just nodded absent mindly before mouthing "yah, y/n what am I going to do with you" and you both laughed heartly.

[mywonuderful]

Not So Cold-Hearted Pt.1

Summary: Y/N, a member of a popular newly debut girl group and Wonwoo has what some may call a relationship with emotional ambivalent. Will their relationship remain cold-blooded or will they finally come to an agreement and become something more?

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

masterlist

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Wonwoo and you are like cats and dogs. You just aren't each other's cup of tea. Honestly speaking, you don't even recall how your 'friendship' became so cold but every time someone tries to bring us closer, it ends with bickering. Not that it matters to you anymore. If that's the way he wants to interact with you, then so be it. Though it is hard to avoid him since you are under the same company with him and your group and his are quite close. You're in a 9 member girl group who debuted earlier in the year but has already climb to the top of fame having the nickname "Sister's of Seventeen.' 

Currently, you and Seventeen were both preparing for your upcoming comeback and your schedule has been busier than ever. Nonetheless, the boy band would always check up on your group whenever they have practices next door or whenever we're heading to our dorms which is super kind and sweet of them aside from the fact that you always find yourself in a heated argument with Wonwoo over something probably very small but we like a dominant reader. But at the moment, none of that matter since you were caught up in a intense dance practice with your choreographer and members. Unison footsteps were heard with pants as they filled the room. Our choreographer, Luna, is standing in the front with her arms across as she inspect our every moment as we danced for the nth time.

You finished the song with a strong stance as everyone waited for her signal to relax. She narrows her eyes at you and your members for what seemed to be forever before breaking into a smile, clapping her hands proudly. "Well done, well done!" She heads over to stop the music and leans against the speakers as all your members collapses on to floor, catching their breaths and panting. You lied down on the floor, letting out a sigh as your back made contact with the cold flooring. "This is why I love working with you girls so much. Always so energetic and hardworking no matter what." She chuckled and started gathering her belongings. "Remember to get enough rest tonight and don't overthink tomorrow's performance. Everyone will absolutely love it, I promise." She winked and headed towards the door as we all stumbled to stand and bowed as we bid her goodbye. Once she left, groans where heard  as everyone cooled down. Still trying to catch your breath, you leaned against the back wall, leaning down with the support of your arms on top of your thighs when you saw someone's shoes coming towards you. 

Knowing your members well, you knew instantly that it was your roommate and the member you're closest to, Nari. Looking up, she smiled as she handed you a cold bottle of water and towel. Faintly smiling, you thank her as you sat down and chugged the water. "Good job on today's practice! I know it's our last one before the performance but I felt like today's performance was more powerful than ever." You leader, Remi announced as everyone started cheering. "It's all thanks to our choreographer, Y/N, Skye and Yun Hee." Na On, the second oldest member added on as I felt my cheeks starting to heat up from embarrassment when Nari pats my back, giving me a thumbs up as a praise. "Even after such a tiring practice, I always find myself feeling refreshed afterwards." Yun Hee stretches as you all started to laugh. You went to your bag and pulled out your book as the rest of your members went along to conversate or fool around. Sitting on the side of the room, you started reading when you suddenly felt the floor vibrate. Shooting your head up to see if anyone felt it as well, they didn't seem to realize a thing. "Guys, is it just me or is the floor vibrating?" You questioned as everyone stopped.

“Why would the floor be vibrating though?" Skype questions as they kneed down to touch the floor. "Do we have like a whole group of people running around or something?" Kei looks around as the vibration increased and everyone's faces were mixed with curiosity and fear.   "I have a feeling its-" you were in the middle of your sentence when the doors of your dance room burst opens and gush in a bunch of boys, chanting their lyrics from 'Check In.' "-Seventeen" you finished my sentence as they all fill up the room, jumping up and down. "YEAH WE CHECK IN TO EUNOIA'S CITY" they all started screaming while jumping up and down. All your members froze in shock before we all gathered and bowed to greet our seniors. Everyone including your members all starting singing while you sat down, tired from the practice as you went back on reading your book. "So both of our comebacks are tomorrow. How are you feeling about it?" Seungcheol questions as everyone's sits down. "It's the first time both of our comebacks align so it's pretty exciting." Kira, one of the youngest member said with excitement as chuckles spread the room. "We've always won first in your own comebacks but now having it together sounds interesting" you lifted up your head from your book and was met with the eyes of Seventeen and your members as no one spoke from your sudden voice.  “Thanks for the wonderful idea, Y/N!” Hoshi jumps up as you look at him and everyone confusingly. “How about we have a little competition? Whoever wins the Music Show gets treated by the loser!” he looked around the room, eagerly waiting for our reactions. Seconds after, the room was filled with threats of who will win first.

“Why are mentioning such a idea when you already know the winner will be us?” “Our fanbase never fails to disappoint us, just you watch!” “Okay but if you think about it, you’re way more popular than we are since we just debuted earlier this year-” “Yeah we’re aware of that... Keep telling us more...” “Why are we against a group without any competition?” The room was filled with tension as everyone spoke over one another. “Does that mean that we have to pay for all 13 members and ourselves if we lose?” You spoke out loud as mentally counted the heads 22 people in total and your jaw dropped.

“Is that a confession of dropping out?” Wonwoo raises an eyebrow with his icy look.  “Actually, that was a question if you listened. And the deal is still on even though the winner is clearly us.” You rolled you eyes.  “I swear, these two hardly ever speak but when they do, they always end up quarreling with each other.” Remi sighs as she started packing her things as everyone does the same. You stood up, meeting Wonwoo’s emotionless face for a second before scoffing and picking up your belongings. The boy band walked you and your members home since the both you lived in the same street but different houses before splitting apart. You head home and fall asleep, feeling determined about tomorrow’s performance.

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It Even Smells Like Magic |☆| Pt5

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[Genre]: Fantasy, Slice of life

[Word Count]: 1,683

[Rating]: PG-13 (Some cursing involved)

[Summary]: On your last day of your third year of college, you meet a wizard, who seems like he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

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About a week later, you and Wonwoo, equally sluggish individuals went downstairs to eat some food and watch some morning television. Your mother seemed to be at work again, leaving the two of you to your own devices. Bored out of your mind, you asked Wonwoo about his arm.

"Better," he says, taking it out of it's cast. "The bones are healed enough to the point where I can use it, at least."

"That's good.” You reply, getting up and walking over to the desk at the very back of the room.

Over the last few days, you decided that staying home with Wonwoo would be best while his arm was healing. Who knows what could happen if you weren’t careful?

Wonwoo wandered over, looking at you questionably. You turned the desktop on, immediately going to a gaming website. You picked out your favorite game, a first person shooter with colorful characters and a barely-there plot.

Wonwoo watched you play a few rounds, enamored with the game, it seemed.

He nods, and you give him your gaming headset, him sitting down in the seat.

"It might take a while for you to get it down pat, it took me a few days to get the hang of it, but you can-“

You looked over at the screen and saw that he already got three kills while you were talking.

"I guess I'm good at these." he says. You can see him smirk from the corner of your eye. Well, that wasn’t fair. It took you like, weeks to get the hang of the game! There was a sneaking feeling that maybe he'd already played this.

You watched Wonwoo for a while, yelling at him when you thought he was going to get killed, and him making little comments about how you’re too loud. You didn’t notice at the time, but Wonwoo seemed to be opening up. With everyday that passed, he would talk more, and banter with you more. The both of you got to know each other better, talking about your lives, and you even had the same taste in books. He was actually really goofy, and made you laugh on more than one occasion. You were afraid that you had developed a tiny crush on him, and it only got bigger the more the two of you spoke. You decided to hide it, so that it wouldn't get in the way of the real objective; Getting Wonwoo home.

You were getting a bit stiff, standing in the same position for a long time. You stretch a little, your bones cracking, relieving pressure. You see Wonwoo wince at the sound.

"Sorry about that," you say apologetically, "Still a rough spot for you?"

He nods, slowly. You cant really blame him, breaking your arm like that had to be at least a bit- if not a lot- traumatizing. You can still hear the sickening crack of his bones on the brick wall if you think about it too much. It only happened, what, a week ago? It seems like much more than that, but maybe you were just losing your sense of time. You got a call, taking you out of your train of thought.

"Joshua?" you answer. Wonwoo keeps playing, but you can tell by his now attentive posture that he's listening in.

“Hey.” He says, his voice kind of raw-sounding, “Do you want to have a sleepover tonight?”

“Sleepover?” aren’t we a little too old for those, Josh?”

“Maybe, but we haven't talked in a few days and I'm not sure if I trust that Wonwoo guy and you alone together.”

You snort. “Wonwoo? He's very harmless.”

“He may seem harmless, but you never know about men and their urges.”

You laugh even more.

“So your solution for protecting me from a man…is to bring another man?”

“Don’t worry about the specifics! Now can I come over or not?” Joshua acts.

“Yeah, you're always welcome here.”

“Good.” He says, sounding as if He’s accomplished something.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. You walk over, the phone still on your ear.

“Wow, are you already at the door?” you ask, opening it, “I didn’t think that you were this…protective…”

Your words disappear from your tongue. You’re unable to speak.

“Uh, you there?” Joshua asks.

There, at the door, is the fugitive. You literally feel as if you can’t breathe. You start to stammer uncontrollably.

“F-f-fu-fu-u-“

“What’s wrong?” Your phone speaker seems far away compared to the sound of your heartbeat.

The criminal smiles at you, ready to blow an energy beam right through your head. It sends a shiver down your spine.

What happens next seems as if It’s in slow motion.

Wonwoo rushes over, tackling you to the hardwood, making you drop your phone, before quickly getting up and leading you up the stairs. He goes to your room and locks the both of you in your bedroom.

He starts to pace, trying to think of a way the both of you can get out of this unscathed. Then, he gets it.

“Grab my hand.”

“W-w-wh-“

“Just do it.”

Your hand is slowly and shaking making it’s way to his, more scared of him then the guy trying to kill you right now. A bang on the door causes Wonwoo to grab onto you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You hear him chant in a language you don’t understand, her and over, scaring you even more. Before the door crashes open, you've disappeared.

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When you become solid again, you start to cry from the pure shock of it all. Air seems hard to find, and you have no control over your body at all. You don't know what's wrong with you. Wonwoo coaches you through all of it, refusing to let you go and letting you literally cry on his shoulder. You cry and cry and cry, and you don’t stop until you tire yourself out and fall asleep. Once you stop, Wonwoo looks around.

He seems to have transported both of you to his house. You're currently in his living room. He’s so glad that the spell worked and wasn’t altered by his nerves, cause god, was he scared. Over the week and a half he's known you, he had taken a liking to you, and considered you a friend. He didn’t want to lose what you had going to some criminal.

He looks down at you, at your tear-steaked resting face, the drags of dried liquid the only evidence any thing was even wrong. Your face is scarily calm when you sleep, a fact he learned days prior, when things were oh so more simple.

Wonwoo carries you to a guest bedroom down the hall, careful not to wake you. When he sets you down and tucks you in, your eyes slightly roll open.

“…Wonwoo…?”

“Yes?”

“I feel…sick-“

Uh oh. You throw up all over the floor, and your shirt. Probably a delayed reaction to the teleportation. Moving must have nauseated you. Wonwoo tried not to be too mad, considering the situation. He cleans it up, as well as your face, giving you some water afterwards. He takes the vomit covered shirt off of you, glad that you were wearing an undershirt, and gets you one of his clean sweatshirts. Soon, you’re out like a light once again.

Wonwoo walks into the kitchen, looking for a glass of water for himself. He looks out a window, and realizes that it's night. He forgot how the time is different in this world. Mingyu walks in, in nothing but shorts, holding a baseball bat of all things. “Well what was I supposed to do?” he asks in their native tounge, dropping the weapon, “It’s not like I can use my powers, I’ll destroy the house!”

“Shh!” Wonwoo shushes, putting his index finger over his lips.

“Why do I have to be quiet?” Mingyu whispers.

“Someone's sleeping in the other room.”

“Who? And what happened to you? All Seungcheol told us was that you had injured yourself and was staying with some girl for the time being. Also, wha-“ “We've been through some things, ok? Let’s just talk about it in the morning.”

Mingyu gives him a big hug, cutting him off.

“I missed you.”

Wonwoo hugs back, getting a little emotional.

“I missed you too.”

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When you don’t answer any of his yells, Joshua rushes over to your house. The door is wide open. He runs in and assesses the house. Nothing seems out of place. Slowly taking in the house, he relaxes, only if it's a little bit. It doesn’t seem like a break in.

He sees your phone on the floor near the couch. It's still on the ‘end call’ screen. This makes his heart almost drop out of his chest. He knew Wonwoo couldn’t be trusted! He probably kidnapped you or worse! He takes the device and looks around the house more. When he gets to your room, he finds the door knocked off it’s hinges.

He looks in and sees a mess of a room. Everything is everywhere, nothing is clean. He started to panic, filtering though the trash, in search of anything that might tell him what happened. Unfortunately, he can’t find a thing. That is, untill he catches a glimpse of something rectangular underneath the bed. He basically lunges for it, taking it in his arms and pressing it to his chest.

It was your journal, the only thing that really peaked into your soul. The thing that means the most to you more than anything in the world, and he has it. Joshua decides then and there he's going to protect it with his life. A wave of anger washes over him. He’s going to make Wonwoo sorry for taking you.

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~Amber

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Contra Marea

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: angst???? fluff????

Word count: 894

A/N: I wanna thank @wennjunwho for the amazing music recommendation and you guys should really listen or read the lyrics to Contra marea by Malpais cause this scenario was based on this song

When you first met it felt like suddenly all the planets aligned and you knew all of the secrets of the universe.

It didn't take long for you to be a couple. It started with a few kisses here and there... and before you knew it you and Wonwoo were a couple

You lived for adrenaline. Something about it made it feel mystical for the both of you.

For Wonwoo you were the day, a refreshing swim on the sea on a sunny and especially hot day, you were like a walk on the beach towards the mountains. Every fresh activity he could think about.

For you he was the night, sitting in front of a campfire after a long day walking in the woods, laying under the stars and just feel each other presences, being in your tent reading to a book he knew you would love. He was warmth and relaxing.

No one has ever seen such a loving couple. You and Wonwoo were pure love.

Secretly Wonwoo thought you weren't even real, how could someone be so perfect? And you thought the same about him.

One day he came up with the idea of a boat ride. You never said no to adventure. But this time you should’ve.

It was a really windy day but it was sunny so you continued with the idea. Once you're in the boat and miles away from land the wind got stronger, you almost couldn't control the boat. You were dragged to the rocks, all you could do was look for Wonwoo, you just wanted to be with him cause you knew what was coming. All both of you say is "At least I'm with you" and then you hit the rocks.

You woke up to the sun shining in your face, you're in such a beautiful place, and oh Wonwoo was there too.

"Hey babe, I was afraid you weren't waking up" he said sitting down by your side

"Where are we? All I remember is us hitting the rocks" you asked confused

"We did hit the rocks and no we didn't survive, this is some kind of afterlife bullshit"

"Well, since we're together I don't really care where we are" you said hugging him

"Ever since I met you I knew I was born to die with you" he said into your hair.