#woojin x reader

[hales2hot]

𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒋𝒊𝒏 ✦ "because i want to."

Summary

You never meant to fall for Woojin. It starts with small things the way he remembers your favourite drink, notices when you're tired, and always seems to find a reason to sit beside you. Somewhere between late night conversations, quiet walks home, and sharing an umbrella in the rain, friendship begins to feel like something more. But when Woojin finally admits he's liked you for a while, you realise maybe the feelings you've been trying to ignore aren't one sided after all. “Why?” He smiled softly. “Because I want to.”

pairing: Woojin × reader genre: fluff, slow burn, comfort, romance setting: college / modern AU wc: 1.5k

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You didn't mean to fall for Woojin.

That was the problem.

It would've been easier if he'd been arrogant. Or annoying. Or the kind of person who made it obvious from the beginning that getting attached to him was a terrible idea.

Instead, Woojin was quiet.

Soft-spoken.

The kind of person who remembered the smallest things you'd said weeks ago.

Like how you hated the sound of rain against your bedroom window because it kept you awake.

Or how you always picked the strawberry flavoured drink even though you'd once complained that it was too sweet.

Or how you pretended you weren't tired whenever you were around everyone else.

"You didn't sleep again, did you?"

You looked up from your phone.

Woojin was standing in front of you, holding two drinks.

"I slept."

He raised an eyebrow.

"For how long?"

You hesitated.

"...Three hours."

"That's not sleeping."

"It counts."

"It really doesn't."

He sat down beside you, handing you the drink you'd always ordered.

You stared at it.

"You remembered?"

He looked confused.

"Of course I remembered."

Something about the way he said it made your chest ache.

Like remembering you was the easiest thing in the world.

You looked away before he could notice the smile creeping onto your face.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

For a while, neither of you spoke.

The room was filled with the quiet sound of people talking around you, chairs scraping against the floor, music playing faintly through someone's headphones.

You rested your head against the wall.

Then, without thinking, you let your eyes drift toward him.

He was already looking at you.

You froze.

Woojin blinked.

You blinked back.

Neither of you looked away.

"What?" you whispered.

"Nothing."

"You're staring."

"So are you."

"I was looking."

"Same thing."

You rolled your eyes.

"You're annoying."

He smiled.

"And yet you keep sitting next to me."

Your heart skipped.

You hated that he noticed everything.

Especially that.

It was raining when you left.

Of course it was.

You stood underneath the building's awning, staring at the sheets of water pouring onto the pavement.

"You don't have an umbrella?"

You turned around.

Woojin.

"No."

He held his umbrella up.

"Come on."

"I can walk."

"In the rain?"

"Yes."

"You'll get soaked."

"I'll survive."

He laughed quietly.

Then he stepped closer and tilted the umbrella toward you.

"Just come with me."

You stared at him.

"Where?"

"Home."

Your stomach fluttered.

"You're walking me home?"

"Unless you'd prefer swimming."

You laughed.

"Fine."

You stepped underneath the umbrella.

It was smaller than you expected.

Your shoulders brushed.

Then your arms.

Neither of you moved away.

The walk was strangely quiet.

Not awkward.

Just...comfortable.

You watched the rain fall beyond the edge of the umbrella.

Woojin kept adjusting it so that more of it covered you.

Eventually, you noticed.

"You're getting wet."

"I'm fine."

"Your shoulder is soaked."

He shrugged.

"So?"

"So move the umbrella."

"I'm keeping you dry."

You looked at him.

"Why?"

He glanced down at you.

For a second, he didn't answer.

Then he smiled.

"Because I want to."

And somehow, that answer felt more dangerous than anything else he could've said.

When you reached your house, you stood beneath the porch light.

"Thanks."

Woojin nodded.

"Get inside safely."

You smiled.

He started walking away.

"Woojin."

He stopped.

You weren't sure why you'd called him.

You just knew you didn't want him to leave yet.

He turned around.

"Yeah?"

You swallowed.

"Do you...do you like me?"

The question escaped before you could stop it.

His expression changed.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

He looked down at the ground, smiling to himself.

Then he walked back toward you.

"Do you want the honest answer?"

You nodded.

"Yeah."

He stopped in front of you.

"I think I've liked you for a while."

Your heart pounded.

"How long?"

He laughed softly.

"Long enough that everyone else figured it out before you did."

You covered your face.

"Oh my god."

He laughed.

"What?"

"That's embarrassing."

"It's cute."

You lowered your hands.

"You're not supposed to say that."

"Why?"

"Because now I'm going to be nervous."

He smiled.

"You don't have to be."

"Why?"

"Because I like you."

He said it so simply.

Like it wasn't terrifying.

Like it wasn't the thing you'd secretly wanted to hear for months.

Your eyes softened.

"I like you too."

His smile grew.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

There was a pause.

Then he held out his hand.

You looked at it.

"What's this?"

"Come here."

You slipped your hand into his.

His fingers curled gently around yours.

And suddenly, the rain didn't seem so bad anymore.

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Wait cause I lwk love this one so much

PLEASE ENJOY DM ME FOR REQUESTS

[lizzoojinnie]

Truth or dare?

jung woojin ⋆˚꩜｡

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

summary : jung woojin x fem!sixth njz member!blackreader

warnings : fluff, comedy?, mentions of suicide (not real), mentions of seonghyeon and martin from CORTIS, and it may be it.

in which : you're dared to say and text your crush in an interview, not knowing that he has been head over heels for you.

NDA : sorry if it feels like it doesn't make sense bcz it doesn't to me.. ignore the timestamps again and English isn't my first language so bare w me..

¡lizzyspeaks!

idk what to think abt it, but I had to post the part 2.. loviess 💕

[cicimeows]

—— cause when I’m with him

—— I am thinking of you

—— thinking of you…

lngshot x reader series!! (written by @daeiism & @cicimeows !)

LOVED vs TO BE LOVED

beware ;

lngshot x fem!reader & secfem!reader, childhood trauma, relationship trauma, abuse mention, angst, manipulation, trauma bonding, heart break, second option, fluff, first loves, rekindling-love

CHAPTERS

thinking of you - ryul x reader

(childhood lovers, exes, slowburn, woojin & Louis cameos, manipulation, childhood trauma, etc)

part 1 , part 2

Hard to face reality - ohyul x reader

(relationship trauma, possessiveness, playboy tendencies, slowburn, neighbor, heart break, etc)

steal my girl - woojin x reader

(trauma bonding, rushed feelings, fast burn, second option, relationship trauma, manipulation, etc)

one last time - Louis x reader

(childhood friends, one sided feelings, admiring from afar, slow burn, etc)

(A/N) bai we lwk came up with this after playing a kpop game on YouTube 😭😭😭😭 and perhaps a Cortis series coming after this one!!!

[arkeukeu]

Distraction — Jung Woojin.ᐟ

You don't know, babe. When you hold me and kiss me slowly, it's the sweetest thing

(우진) j.wj x fem!reader ☆ petnames . soft woojin . cuddles . kisses . IN WHICH — Your boyfriend came over to accompany you during a stressful month, but he ended up being a distraction instead. masterlist Now Playing: Best Part ▶︎ •ıı||ı|ıı|

906 —Fluff.

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It was a cozy night.

The cold breeze flowed through the slightly opened window. It was an additional comfort for you, who was slowly falling asleep at your desk.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of the busy city outside. Woojin was coming over to your place, accompanying you through your stressful month, as he said. It was the end of the semester, so your head was constantly in the books, trying to get the contents into your mind so you could pass.

Papers were scattered on your desk –each paper was filled with highlights and correction tape. Your fingers were working on auto, clicking on the keyboard with minimal flaw despite your tired eyes.

Woojin was lying on your bed, bored out of his mind. It’s been hours since he arrived, and neither of you has done anything. Well, you were doing something, something that cannot be interrupted.

But, oh well… Woojin needed that attention ASAP.

He swiftly got up and made his way to you, massaging your shoulder as he inspected the screen full of words that are probably not in his dictionary.

“Hey, you’ve been on that screen for hours, baby”

He softly said while still massaging your shoulder –it eased your tense body immediately, sending a soft, contented sigh out of you.

“C’mon, I think you should rest for a moment.”

He continued. His arms engulfed your body as he placed his head on the crook of your neck.

“I’m almost done, Woo.”

He whined after you said that. You had been saying that same sentence every time Woojin asked you –who knows how many times you have said it- and it truly bothered your bored boyfriend.

“Stop that.” He groaned.

“I promise, this time I’m almost done for real.” You put up two fingers as a peace sign and a promise.

Woojin didn’t respond after that –there was no way of stopping you. After all, he did come over to be a support, not a distraction.

He found himself playing with your hair, feeling the soft strands on his fingertips, combing through them with his fingers before an image of your hair braided popped up in his mind –you looked so beautiful when your hair was braided neatly, or even messily.

So, his fingers moved to section your hair. He tried to remember what you’d taught him as his hands worked with your hair hesitantly.

You noticed what he was trying to do, chuckling before turning your head slightly to look at your boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

“I’m braiding your hair. Trying at least…”

You laughed when he repositioned your head to look forward, then he continued to twist your hair in a specific pattern.

You continued what you were doing on your computer, letting him do whatever he pleased with your hair. But as time passed, Woojin had yet to finish braiding your hair, but you couldn’t complain since it was actually comforting. The slow and deliberate movements of his fingers made you sleepier each second.

Woojin noticed how you stopped typing whatever you were typing on the keyboard –your head was slightly lowered as your eyes got hazy.

“Finally tired?”

He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hands were still holding your hair, but it had stopped braiding a while ago when you yawned for the first time.

“I… really have to finish this…”

Your voice was small as you forced your mind to keep on working and finish the assignments. The deadline was in two days –you didn’t know when you would finish it if not now.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

He chuckled as he said that, then he continued to braid your hair –this time, he intentionally moved slower, making sure you felt the softness in his touch.

And unsurprisingly, it worked. Your fingers once again stopped moving –your head was hanging a little.

“Alright, no more of that.”

He said as he tied your braided hair with a hair tie, then he cupped your jaw to make your sleepy eyes look at him.

“You’re going to sleep.”

You didn’t even have the time to reply before he casually lifted your body –your arms found their way around his neck as your feet interlocked with each other around his hips. Your head felt heavy, so you dropped it on his shoulder.

He placed you on your bed, then covered you with the soft blanket before he turned off every light in your room.

Once he climbed on the bed and lay next to you, he immediately engulfed your figure in a cuddle. You snuck closer to him, burying your face in his chest as you inhaled his scent –your favorite scent of all time.

You looked up at him, who was already looking at you with a soft smile.

“I’m so sleepy.” You mumbled.

Your boyfriend chuckled –the slight vibration on his chest pulled you deeper into sleep. Your eyes kept fluttering open. You were trying to keep yourself awake while your body wanted you to shut off completely.

Woojin kissed your eyelids before trailing kisses down to your lips.

“Get some sleep, baby”

And that was your cue to let yourself succumb to sleep.

Woojin ended up being a distraction, but it was for the better. He is not letting you tire yourself out over all of those assignments. In the end, he is a great supporter.

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━━━ ୨୧. ݁₊ Arc's Corner.

[woojeh]

A THIN WALL BETWEEN US ᠀୧ — j. woojin ᝰ .ᐟ

00. introduction

sypnosis — IN WHICH, Yuwon moves into her new apartment, excited for the peaceful life she worked so hard to create. However, her new neighbor quickly ruins that peace with his annoying habits and constant arguments. As their rivalry turns into unexpected conversations, they begin to see the sides of each other hidden beneath their frustrations. What starts as a battle between neighbors slowly becomes a love neither of them expected.

warnings ; fluff angst slow burn jealousy

CHAPTERS ;

01. new place, new problems

[woojeh]

A THIN WALL BETWEEN US ᠀୧ — j. woojin ᝰ .ᐟ

01. new place, new problems

sypnosis — IN WHICH, Yuwon moves into her new apartment, excited for the peaceful life she worked so hard to create. However, her new neighbor quickly ruins that peace with his annoying habits and constant arguments. As their rivalry turns into unexpected conversations, they begin to see the sides of each other hidden beneath their frustrations. What starts as a battle between neighbors slowly becomes a love neither of them expected.

warnings ; fluff angst slow burn jealousy (all faces used from pinterest)

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At nineteen years old, I finally had something I could call my own.

The key turned in the lock with a soft click, and for a moment, I just stood there in the doorway, letting it sink in. The apartment was small. Plain walls, a narrow hallway, a window that let in the late afternoon light. Half my boxes were still stacked by the door, and the air smelled like fresh paint and cardboard.

But it was mine.

After years of saving, of working shifts I didn't want and pushing through nights I thought would break me, I had done it. A place where no one could interrupt me. A place where I could breathe.

I set down the first box and walked to the window, pressing my palm against the glass. The street below was quiet, unfamiliar, and exactly what I had been searching for. Peace. That was all I wanted. Just peace.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of tape and bubble wrap. I unpacked slowly, deliberately, placing each item like I was building something fragile. By evening, the apartment had started to feel like mine. The kettle was on the counter. The blankets were on the bed. The silence was comfortable instead of lonely.

That was when I remembered the cookies.

I had bought them that morning, a small box of butter cookies from the bakery near my old place. A welcome gift. A peace offering to whoever lived next door. Because that was the kind of person I wanted to be here. Friendly. Open. Starting fresh.

I slipped on my slippers, fixed my hair in the hallway mirror, and grabbed the box. It was a small thing, but it felt important. A first step toward the quiet, easy life I had worked so hard for.

The hallway was empty and still. I stopped in front of the door beside mine and took a breath.

Just a simple introduction. That's all.

I knocked.

For a few seconds, nothing. I was about to knock again when the door swung open.

The boy standing there was around my age. Messy hair, like I had pulled him away from something. A plain t-shirt, sleeves pushed up. And his expression, unreadable, flat, with just the faintest edge of irritation, like I was already wasting his time.

"Can I help you?" His voice was low, neutral. Not rude, exactly. Just... distant.

I held up the cookies. "Hi. I'm your new neighbor. I just moved in, so I wanted to introduce myself."

His eyes dropped to the box, then back to me. "Okay."

That was it.

No smile. No name. No “Welcome to the building!“Just a flat, empty okay that hung in the air between us.

I felt my smile falter. "I'm Yuwon, by the way."

He studied me for a moment. Long enough that I started to feel self conscious, standing there in my slippers with my offering of cookies and good intentions.

"Woojin," he said finally.

Just his name. Nothing else.

I extended my hand anyway, because I was determined to make this work. "It's nice to meet you, Woojin."

He looked at my hand. Then back at me.

"If you're done, I'll go back to what I was doing."

The words hit like a door closing. I pulled my hand back, face burning, and managed a small bow before turning away. I didn't run, but it was close. Back in my apartment, I leaned against the door and pressed my palms to my warm cheeks.

How can someone be so rude? He doesn't even know me.

I threw myself onto the mattress in my half empty room, staring at the ceiling. The peace I had been so excited about felt a little further away now. I pulled out my phone and texted Nayun.

I smiled despite myself. That was the thing about Nayun, she could make any frustration feel smaller. I set my phone down and looked out the window. The night was settling in, quiet and blue.

Maybe she's right. Maybe I'm being too harsh.

But then I remembered the way he had looked at my hand like it was an inconvenience, and the warmth crept back into my cheeks.

I closed my eyes, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

Tomorrow, I would try again. Or maybe I wouldn't. Maybe I would just live my peaceful life and let the rude neighbor be someone else's problem.

But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true. There was something about the way he had said his name. Like it cost him something. Like he wasn't used to giving it away.

I fell asleep with that thought lingering, the quiet hum of the building settling around me.

And somewhere on the other side of the wall, I could hear him moving around. Just faint footsteps. Just the sound of someone else living their life, inches away from mine.

I had a feeling he was going to be a problem.

[woojeh]

⋆˚꩜｡ — lngshot masterlist!

“shawty where you at?”

REQUESTS are open!

.◞ ♱ ◟. — OHYUL

01. one more drink (oneshot)

.◞ ♱ ◟. — RYUL

01. the bet (oneshot)

.◞ ♱ ◟. — WOOJIN

01. a thin wall between us (wip)

02. moonwalkin’ (oneshot)

.◞ ♱ ◟. — LOUIS

01. wip

.◞ ♱ ◟. — OT4

01. under the mask (onshot)

[cheezeit-k]

hiiiiiii queen i lovvvvve ur fics

can i request lngshot crushing on reader headcanons??

𑣲 heads over heels

. OT4

how the boiz act crushing on you ・・・・・

k’s corner 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯: ALSO TYSM FOR READING MY SHITTY STORIES i love uuu smm. navigation or masterlist

ohyul would most definitely succeed in not making it obvious. (i mean have u seen the way he acts?). both of you are already good friends from high school & bro had the FATTEST crush on you since then.

so being an idol lowk ruined his chance on asking you out… but still has a crush on you nonetheless.

• crush!Ohyul mentions you like almost every day. • crush!Ohyul always texting you whenever he finishes recording a new song. • crush!Ohyul making sure you’re not lonely on most days. • crush!Ohyul hangs out at your place(lowk disappears after pratice) and gifts you small things • crush!Ohyul will FINALLY admits his crush on you after months.

now ryul would accidentally make it obvious or maybe he wouldn’t even bother hiding it, who knows.

but he most definitely crushes on you and brags about how amazing you are to everyone in the world.

crush!Ryul would be the type to give you cheesy notes. crush!Ryul most definitely making everything a inside joke between the both of you crush!Ryul slide in rap verses he made for you. crush!Ryul admits his feelings for you in a song.

being in the same class as woojin makes him happy to be in school (even though he hates it) cause he gets to see you.

sad if he comes back from touring and you aren’t in class.

Crush!Woojin would send you mini encouraging messages in your locker. Crush!Woojin stares at you whenever your just chatting away before class begins. Crush!Woojin sings and dances only for you. Crush!Woojin introduces you to his bros and hopes they don’t embarrass him 💔 Crush!Woojin confesses behind the tree of the courtyard being a blushing mess and a loser.

louis would stick by your side like glue. his crush happened the moment you joined his French school during 8th grade year.

Crush!Louis loves to talk about Hunter to you or your own pet. Crush!Louis makes sure you’re always comfortable Crush!Louis always gives you small gift after touring or traveling with the group. Crush!Louis either always sending you silly photos or playing games with you. No in between. Crush! Louis confesses after Woojin got so tired of Louis being a love-sick boy.