#wooxi

[itadori-san]

17daysof17 - Day 14 | favourite japanese comeback | call call call!

[eviltwindoll]

WOOXI mix ooak Monster High dolls von Wooxi

[jeonghansnosescrunch]

Would you rather go down on Woozi or have Woozi go down on you?

Ooooh I’d rather have Woozi go down on me! Which is slightly unusual for me because I generally prefer going down on people, but he just seems so SPIRITED with his tongue. He’d be enthusiastic, and it would be incredible.

[eviltwindoll]

W.10 OOAK Monster High doll Jane Boolittle von Wooxi

[eviltwindoll]

W.13 OOAK Monster High doll CleoLei von Wooxi

[eviltwindoll]

W.12 OOAK Monster High doll Twyla von Wooxi

[skyyzi]

hi tumblr I’m back from france and a 13 hours long sleep with only one thought on my mind,

Why have I not read a Daummer!Woozi fanfic?

[svt-stories]

14 Days of Seventeen: Woozi

“What are you doing?” Woozi asks, walking over to the desk where you were seated. You sigh, dropping your pen. Your focus shattered.

“I was trying to write some letters. Why are you here right now? How did you get in?” You smile brightly, holding up the colorful stationary you bought earlier that week. Woozi sits on your bed on the other side of the room, picking up a letter from your finished pile.

“I missed you, and I know where you keep the spare key.” He laughs “What are you writing for?”

Turning to face him, you take the letter from his hands, not wanting him to read it. “The holidays are coming up quick, I just want to be ready.” He picks up another letter from the pile, instantly scanning it.

“You’re sending one to Hoshi?” A skeptical tint lingering in his voice. The holiday spirit in your head was draining quick, and it seemed like no amount of Christmas cookies would bring it back.

“I’m writing a letter to a lot of people, maybe you should try.” The annoyance in your voice was evident as you stood up, taking the letter and pile away from Woozi before sitting back by your desk. There was a long silence, your back turned to Woozi. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head, making your hands uncomfortably clammy and heart uneasily fast. Too focused on calming your own heart, you didn’t hear the shuffle of his feet across the floor. It wasn’t until his arm was reaching over yours and he was whispering in your ear, breath ghosting over your cheek that you noticed.

“I guess I will.” He whispers, no emotion showing in his voice. You sat frozen as he picks up a pen and some stationary off of your desk, then retreating back to your bed. You cautiously look over your shoulders, but his attention was fully on the piece of paper in his lap and pen in his hand. You take a deep breath, letting the frost air to fill your lungs with a soothing burn. You twirl the pen in your hand, returning to the letter addressed to Mingyu. The silence, besides the constant sounds of pen on paper, was beginning to become unbearable. It was getting harder to focus on the words you were writing because your ears were drawn to every little sound Woozi made. The sounds of him shifting on your bed, the shuffling of his papers, and then the sound of hands sliding over jeans. Your now calm heart starts speeding up again, mind racing to every possibility. A blush on your cheeks spreading when you think of the most unrealistic one. Woozi let out a faint breath before a soothing beat filled the room. He had turned on a Christmas music radio station. He had been searching for his phone in his pocket. You curse at yourself internally, getting worked up over nothing. Then laughing to yourself slightly, Woozi finally speaks again. “I couldn’t focus.” he mumbles over the music, “not enough holiday mood.”

Muttering a thanks, you finish up the last of your letters, licking the envelopes closed. Pushing yourself away from the desk you stretch, letting out a cheerful gasp. “Finally finished.” You turn and look at Woozi, who was sitting with a small stack of letter is his hands. “How long have you been done for?” You felt bad, he came all this way to see you but you barely gave him the time of day. He shrugs, standing up from your bed. “We could watch a movie.” You pout, trying to ease your guilt.

“I actually have to get going.” He frowns, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You instantly nuzzle into his neck, the spot familiar.

“Really?” Your voice quiet. He nods. “I’ll walk you out.” You pull away hesitantly before leading Woozi out the door. “I’m sorry I was mean to you earlier.” You peck his lips quickly, making him blush.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you later.” He pulls you into one last embrace before leaving and walking down your steps. You walk regretfully back to your bedroom, feet feeling heavy. Your bedroom now had more tension then before, feeling lonely all by yourself. While piling up your cards, you notice on left on your bed. “Woozi must have forgotten one.” You mumble, picking it up and flipping it around. It was addressed to you. Opening it up, the message read

Dear Y/N,

I’m sorry I stopped by unannounced, I kept dreaming of seeing you. Words usually flow easily for me, but whenever I’m around you, I can’t remember my own name. You’re the light of my life, the lyrics to my song, and I can’t wait to spend this Christmas with you. Even if it ends up in silence like today, I want to spend it with you. You’re so creative, caring and smart; I can’t believe I have a girl like you. Merry Christmas! I love you. ♥

June