#wooyung

[imthisyearsold]

ATEEZ Different Moods of 'BAD'

[itstheghostofmypast]

13.01

Corporate worker Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Even Mr.Choi can be jealous. He is but a man after all, one who loves her just a bit more than his brew.

Genre: Fluff (slight angst)

Word Count: 1.5K

Est. Read Time: 7 min

Warnings: coffee pickup lines (they're cringe as hell)

Rating: PG-13

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

@san-network

Banner: @cafekitsune

Master List- Corporate Brew

Bidding another customer goodbye, she smiled before placing the money in the cash register and closing the drawer with a sigh.

"Stop that."

"Hmm?" Turning to face the rude man, she raised a brow, "Stop what?" She asked, walking over to the glass cupboard, deciding to rearrange the pastries, knowing Yunho, her new assistant manager, already had a lot on his plate, ever since summer break began. The crowd was good, good traffic with youngsters and college students, it was nice that her overall presence in the market was reputable-

"Stop sighing like a love sick teen and call him."

With a huff she turned around to face him, controlling the urge to toss the brownie in at the man's face, he had no right to be taking sides, especially when he's known her longer then that; rude, arrogant, obnoxious, stupid, good-looking, sweet, caring- no! Moron! HE WAS A MORON!

"You don't know anything." Slamming the cupboard door a bit too hard, she jerked, gripping onto the vibrating glass, praying to God the compressed glassed doesn't shatter because of her temper tantrum.

"No, and I don't want to, but the two of you usually argue about nonsense things all the time, but it doesn't go on for more than an hour- it's been 2 days." Jongho sighed, taking off his apron as he noticed Yunho wiping a table, "Maybe just text him?"

She shook her head in return, though her heart ached at the realisation of Jongho being right, her stupid fiancé would never go to bed upset, he'd make sure she didn't either- but it had been two days. They'd be laying in bed, facing the opposite sides, she'd barely even feel him slip away in the morning, only to jerk awake when she'd feel the faint brush of his lips against her forehead, but by the time she'd open her eyes he'd be gone.

"Why? He can text me if he wants to-"

The chime of the doorbell caused the two to stop their argument. Yunho picked up the tray and turned to the door with a heart stopping smile, only for his smile to falter, the atmosphere turning thicker as the seconds ticked by, he turned to look at Wooyoung, only to find him frozen with a broom in hand, staring at the entrance.

Jongho eyed her, watching her stiffen as the footsteps of the suited man echoed in the almost empty cafe. Deciding to go to the cash counter, so he'd deal with him, in case the two were still too upset to think clearly - honestly, he wasn't even sure what the fight was about.

Adjusting his tie, the feline eyed man walked over to the counter, he could feel various many pairs of eyes on him, some of his friends, some strangers who were gawking at him, but he was too busy looking at the person who was staring elsewhere, trying her best to not even look in his general direction- that stung so bad, he felt his heart clench at the disappointed look on her face.

"Hey," Jongho began, "You want the usua-"

"We're out of everything." She cut him off, her tone sharp, as his eyes flickered from his friend's face to his fiance's face, a snarky reply at the tip of his tongue, ready to pounce at her, though the sombre look that she wore, still not looking at him, stopped him. She really was still mad at him, so upset that she was not even looking at him.

"Okay..." he whispered, turning to leave until he paused, and turned back around, slapping his hand on the counter causing everyone to flinch- Wooyoung almost dropping a mug- she looked up at him, frowning at him, sure he was the "man" of the relationship but he had no right to be rude- hell- this was her cafe, and no matter how much she loved him, she's not going to let him do and say whatever he wants, especially if that meant being an obnoxious prick, forcing her-

"If you were ground coffee, you'd be an Espresso, 'cause you're so fine!"

What?

She blinked at the man, taking in his graceful sharp features, his broad, well-defined shoulders, his stupid Windsor knotted tie-

"No amount of coffee keeps me awake like you!"

"What!?"

Jongho had never felt the urge to smack himself, he turned to look at his bestfriend who looked back at him as bewildered and confused as he did, before turning back to the corporate worker who was practically shivering, twitching as he continued.

"Bean thinking about you latte!"

"I think I like you a latte."

"I love the way you espresso yourself!"

"If you were a coffee bean, I'd grind-" his voice cracked, head dipping down a momenent as he let out a shaky breath, both his palms flat on the counter as he hunched forward, clenching his eyes as he took a deep breath before and looking up at her with a flushed face and teary eyes, "I'd grind for you every-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP HIM!" Wooyoung screeched, causing everyone to sprint into action, Yunho slapped his hand on Wooyoung's mouth to shut him up, Jongho turning to the woman who was the reason why the poor grown man in a suit was in tears, she ran out from behind the counter, grabbing San's hand in the process as she dragged him out, him stumbling after her, trying to ignore the curious gazes of the few customers that were present.

Letting go of his hand she whipped in his direction, ready to ask him what was that but was cut off when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, squeezing her as he began to mumble something, which she couldn't make out, considering was she was being smothered in his embrace and while she loves her big boy and his warm embraces- she'd like to live to see tomorrow.

Gently tapping his arm she sighed in relief when he loosed his grip, tilting her head back to look up at him, not surprised when she met his gaze, with him already looking down at her, his signature pout making an appearance.

"I'm sorry...for...feeling jealous" he mumbled, scanning her face for any form of anger or disappointment.

"Jealous- what?" She asked, slowly pulling back, blinking up at him as she tried to think of why and who he could be jealous of, her hands instinctively gripping onto the lapels of his blazer, thumbs stroking the cotton, "I- no, aren't you mad at me because Byeol likes me more?"

His eyebrows rose in surprise, eyes widening for a split second before he sighed, shaking his head, though this time he was too afraid (?) to look at her in the eye, mumbling a, "No...I was...jealous that you like Byeol more than you like me."

"Choi San."

"Yes?"

"Byeol's... a cat."

"I know, okay!"

"You idiot!" Stomping her foot she gently shoved him away causing him to whine and latch onto her again, knowing very well what was about to come next when she slapped his hand away, causing him to whimper and pull his hand back.

With a huff she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at the man who looked like a guilty kitten, twiddling his thumbs, rocking back and forth at the ball of his feet, a complete contrast to the usual Mr.Choi. She was more confused if she should be mad at him for being jealous of his own cat, whom he had brought from Namhae so they could become 'friends' or find it cute how he- wait.

"The coffee pick up lines?"

"Yeosang said that'll melt your heart."

"Sannie, they almost gave me a stroke." She sighed, shaking her head in defeat. Sometimes, she really didn't know how she ended up with someone as dumb as her. Moving closer, she cupped his face, "I like Byeol, and I'm glad she liked me because she's an important part of your life."

His heart swooned at the sentiment, nuzzling into her palm before gently gripping her wrist, turning his head to press a small kiss against her palm, then pulling it away from his face, only to lace their fingers together as he smiled down at her like an idiot.

"You're so annoying Mr.Choi."

"What can I say? You're the caffeine to my addi-"

"I'll ban you from the cafe." She cut him off before dragging him back inside, to feed his lover, giving him the proper lunch that he rightfully deserved - that and she wanted to make up for the past two days they had spent giving each other the silent treatment.

He let out a sheepish chuckle, following his little lover back inside. The way his lips stretched into a smile hurt his cheek a bit, but what could he do? He had finally got her to pay attention to him, as much as he loved his feline little princess, he needed his queen to pay attention to him, which was why he had asked his sister to pick up Byeol from their place tonight, so he could help her come with a brew just for- okay San, no more coffee innuendos. Shaking his head in disbelief he watched her come back with a tray of his usual, sitting beside him as she pulled her seat closer to him, smiling up at him as he smiled down at her, ready to take a few shots of her espresso- perhaps for the rest of his life.

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @mlysalt @the-kpop-simp @spooo00oky

[itsallaboutzayn]

[lemondrop-sunrise]

[mingigoo]

Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Two

Part Two ⇢ touch me

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ you continue your efforts to date San, enjoying your time with him as Wooyoung takes care of your daughter. It’s confusingly unsettling to see you with someone else, and wooyoung decides to test the waters with you after he has to leave his apartment because of a gas leak. If he can’t have you, then no one can have you.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 warnings/tags ⇢ this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman

🍓word count ⇢ 6.1k

🍓 taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @jjhmk @yukine-smx @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml l @y00nzin0 @yesv01 @wubbster @spiderrenjunfics @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @baguette-atiny @gayliljoong @seokwoosmole @nyeatinyjunkie @mdibby @miriamxsworld (if I missed you please lmk!!)

Midnight kisses masterlist

The day Seonghwa passed away was the day you finally felt all your walls tumble down. The same walls you spent so much time trying to build up. He was your person—your everything. The one who made you feel like you were worth more than anything in the world. All you needed was a smile, and all your worries were gone.

You never thought much into the idea of death; it always scared you. Well, not your own, but when it was someone you loved, it scared you so much that you would ignore it as if it weren't a looming presence over your head. Sometimes you wished to be able to see other’s death dates, and keep them in mind just like a birthday. 

Seonghwa left the world on the fourth day of the week on the three-hundred and twentieth day of the year. You had a thing for remembering the exact times of things—it made you feel like you were caring about things as much as they should be cared about.

It was a car accident. On a normal day. He was just supposed to be driving home to you, his pregnant girlfriend, to see you just like every other day. You were up waiting for him, sitting by the fireplace he decorated himself—the picture frames he put up still remained to this day, dust collecting on the tops of the frames like they were there for ages.

When you found out he was being rushed to the hospital, you called the only person who you knew would take care of you.

Wooyoung.

Being six months pregnant was enough stress, but when you got the news of his accident, you could have sworn you saw death itself for a moment.

Wooyoung rushed to you, tears in his eyes and his cheeks red from the cold. He burst through your door as if it was in his way to get to you. You were on the ground, on your knees. No tears fell, you were a bit too numb to believe everything. 

He knelt down next to you. He didn't try to move you. He didn't say anything—he just held you.

And that’s when you cried. 

He took you to see him, but you knew the end. Seonghwa’s mother was already there when you arrived, disheveled and in tears. She hugged you, well, at least you think she did. The whole memory was foggy, as if you wanted it gone but yet wanted it to stay. 

He was hard to look at. It was as if he wasn't the man you fell in love with. You had to check him, searching his body to find every detail of his. You prayed to find something that didn't pertain to him—it wasn't real. 

You knew it was him. You knew he was fading out. You knew your time with him was gone, and it was only a matter of minutes.

You're never prepared for death. No matter how much you might tell yourself you could understand it, once it happens, it’s as if you lost yourself along with them. He was the only light in your life, and when the beeps turned into silence, wooyoung pulled you into his arms and turned you around, holding back his tears for the sake of your pain.

That same night you went home, cradling his necklace and ring in the palm of your hand. The tears were stained on your cheeks—you weren't sure if they would ever leave. 

Wooyoung couldn't stop looking at you as he drove you to his place. He felt immense pain for you and your baby. He vowed, at that moment, to always make sure you were taken care of, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes. At least he would be by your side so you were never alone.

And as the tires ran over the spiritless leaves, you wondered about where your love was. If there was a heaven, he’d be there. If there wasn't, well, you hoped he was with you in some way.

His necklace still draped your neck to this day, his grip on you was now just a safety blanket to protect your heart from breaking again.

—

“San is coming here?” wooyoung sighed, looking at you as he held onto a sleeping toddler. He swayed a bit as he spoke. “So last night went well, I guess?”

You slowly piped some frosting on top of a strawberry cupcake—your bestseller. You had a habit of hyper fixating on things, so you barely heard wooyoung’s disdain in his tone. 

“Yeah, it was nice. He’s a real sweetheart,” you smiled to yourself, thinking back on the kiss you shared. “It ended abruptly when someone interrupted us.”

“Ah.” he nodded, still swaying from side to side as Nabi drooled on his shoulder. He stared you down as you carefully made the cupcakes look just as beautiful as you. He thought about how pretty you looked with the frosting stained on your cheeks. “I see. So…am I watching Nabi again?”

You sighed, feeling a bit guilty for making him watch her. You knew he didn't have an issue with it when the time came, but you wondered about what if he had things to do. You set down the piping bag onto the counter.

“Do you have plans today? I don't want you thinking i’m just dropping her on you all the time,” you bit your tongue slightly. 

Wooyoung adjusted Nabi, offering you a smile at the same time. “No, I’m not doing anything today. Other than going to Yeo’s for some dinner later.”

“Still,” you sighed, noticing that his hip seemed to be getting tired of holding her. “If you could just watch her for a few hours that would be great. I wont bug you for a while then.”

He smirked. “I never want you to stop bugging me. It’s the only thing keeping me grounded,” he teased, a smile resting on his beautiful face as he looked down at your daughter.

You walked over to him, close but not close enough. 

“Here, gimme her and take a break.” you said to him, your hands out for him to give you Nabi. 

She was getting heavier day by day, growing up as fast as a lightning bolt. It was weird to think about—seonghwa’s been gone so long it was hard to remember his voice. The only thing you had was Nabi, who constantly gave you a memory of him.

He slowly lifted Nabi up out of his hold, and set her in your arms. His fingers brushed against yours, causing him to stutter. “I-i’m sorry about yesterday…” he trailed off, unable to meet your gaze. “I didn't mean to scare you.”

You furrowed your brows, fixing the stray hairs on Nabi’s forehead. “About that, why did you do it? I’m not upset, just confused. I know you're a little shit, but that was just weird.”

He still couldn't meet your eyes. He stared down at the ground, deep in thought as if he couldn't understand his own actions. “To be totally honest, I don't know why I did that…” he sighed, looking up to now lean against the counter. “I really don't know.”

“It’s alright, woo,” you nodded, looking over at him. He was just staring at you now, looking as if he were lost in your eyes. “Anyway, San will be here around four. Could you please be friendly to him? That's all I ask.” you spoke softly, expecting him to be snarky. What you didn't expect was him to nod in agreement and remain silent.

“Wooyoung, are you alright? You seem off today…” you asked him, taking a step closer. “You're not putting up a fight?”

He scoffed at that, trying his best to seem normal when, in fact, he felt very different. “Pfft. I'm fine. Perfectly fine,” he smiled at you, but it didn't reach his usual expressive eyes. “I’ll take her with me to yeo’s. He loves it when she dances around the apartment.”

You smiled at your best friend. He could have easily said he had something to do today, given how he acted yesterday. You were really worried if he hit his head or something. 

“Are you sure you're alright?” you narrowed your eyes, staring him down. 

He looked around, anywhere but your eyes. “Of course I am.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, clicking your tongue. “Sure. Please tell me if you're planning on getting laid tonight or drinking. If you are, don't worry about watching Nabi—”

Woo laughed at that, but still, you knew something was off with them. If he wanted to, he would tell you. So you just let him go.

“Don’t worry, cupcake. No one’s getting a slice of this fine ass tonight—“

There's the usual nonsense. “Okay ew. Anyway, I expect some pictures of her dancing.” You smiled, thinking back on the first time you met Yeosang—or yeo, for short. 

He was the quiet boy in your class who always sat behind you. He kept to himself most days, but oh, did he have just as much sass as wooyoung. He was more careful about it, but you knew those two would get along perfectly. It’s funny now that they’re still friends, it makes you happy to send off your daughter to a group of goofballs.

—

Time came and went. The doors chimed right at 4 o’clock sharp, and in walked a handsome man you couldn't help but stare at.

Wooyoung didn't seem nearly as enamored as you.

“Y/n,” San hummed, coming in with a small bouquet of daisies and a smile. Wooyoung was sitting in one of the window seats playing go-fish with Nabi. She wasn't good at it, but loved to call out go fish like the cutie she is.

Wooyoung’s eyes followed your date as he walked in like a million bucks. All that kept circulating in his head was that you liked tulips better.

“San, It's nice to see you again.” You smiled back at him, thanking the lord you closed a bit early to clean up your appearance. You gave wooyoung a side-eye, nodding towards the door for him to leave. He ended up sighing, and then got up reluctantly.

“Come on, honey. Let's go to Uncle Yeo’s.”

“Yay! Is mommy coming?”

Woo looked over at you. You were too entranced in San to even notice his stare. He sighed, and gathered the go-fish cards on the table. “No, baby. Maybe next time. It's just you and me.” he gave her a wink as he cleaned up the table. 

“Bye, sweetheart,” he said to you, unable to meet you or San in the eye. “I’ll be back with the butterfly when you're ready.”

You looked over at him despite how ethereal San was looking in front of you. You noticed the slight look of tension in his eyes, but you couldn't pinpoint it. “Just take her home when you're done. I’ll be home at a decent time.”

San watched your banter with a small frown. You both seemed so…domestic, for lack of better word. It was as if you were a couple raising Nabi, and that there was no place for him in this scene.

“Okay, I’ll see you at home,” he waved as he held onto Nabi’s tiny hand.

The door shut softly as the bells chimed, leaving you alone with San and a heavy feeling in your heart.

San leaned up against the counter, a shy smile on his pretty face. “It seems like Nabi loves wooyoung, huh?”

You shook away your worrisome thoughts and smiled back at the man that seemed to care deeply for you already. “Oh, yeah. They're like the same person. It's kind of scary.”

San looked over his shoulder towards the door that wooyoung just walked out of. The room was quiet—the only sound being the faint hum of the refrigerator. 

“Oh,” he said quickly, turning back to you to hand you the flowers in his hands. “These are for you. I wasn't sure what your favorite flower was, so I picked these because they reminded me of you.”

The eye-catching daisies complimented his elegant appearance. It was as if he was straight out of a story—like a runaway prince. You took the flowers from his hands, brushing your fingers against his.

“Thank you, San,” you hummed, leaning down to smell the floral scent. “They're beautiful.”

“Like you,” he scrunched his nose up, shaking his head. “Ah, no. That was cheesy.”

You blushed at his comment. It was sweet, even if it was a little cheesy. “So, what do you want to do?”

He looked around the bakery and then at you, noticing a bit of flour on your cheek. He leaned in to brush his hand against your skin, close enough for you to remember how his lips felt against yours. “You have a little something here. Ah, got it.”

You blushed even more.

What, were you a teenager or something?

“Thank you,” you cleared your throat, unable to meet his intense stare. “Um, so, do you want to go somewhere or….”

San chuckled at your reaction to him. He brushed your hair behind your ear softly, afraid to pull your hair by accident. “I thought you were gonna bake me a cake…” he trailed off, that gorgeous smile still on his face.

“I almost forgot!” you beamed, looking down at yourself. You did clean up, but what would it matter if you got some more flour on you? Maybe he would clean you up—

“I think I’m in the mood for some chocolate cake,” he pondered playfully, unable to lose his gaze from you. “If you could teach me how to make it.”

You smiled at him, butterflies in your stomach. 

“Oh, I can do more than just teach you.”

—

“She’s dating again?” yeosang gasped, nearly dropping his drink. “Are you serious? And it’s not you?”

Wooyoung scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why would I date her? She's like a sister to me.”

Yeosang smirked, and took a sip from his cup. “Whatever you say, Woo. Whatever you say.”

Wooyoung stood in Yeosang’s kitchen, all pissy and slightly tipsy. Nabi was sitting on the floor of his living room, staring up at the tv. He had put on her favorite cartoons while he and Yeo had a conversation—one that he didn't understand why he needed to talk about it.

“I don't like the guy. He’s…he’s too nice,” Woo growled, watching his older friend roll his eyes . “Hey, why’d you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You know, the eye thingy. You just rolled them at me.”

“Pfft. No I didn't.” 

Wooyoung sighed. “I’m just saying—”

“Listen, dude,” Yeosang let out a sigh too, setting down his drink to fully focus on his oblivious friend. “I think you just dislike the idea she’s with someone else.”

“Oh, come on,” Wooyoung sneered annoyingly. “I could care less. I just want someone that will be good to her—”

“Someone like you.”

“Yeah, exactly—wait no,” woo paused, running a hand through his hair aggressively. “Fuck, not me. That’s not what I meant. All I’m saying is that I take care of her and Nabi like they're my own. I want them to be my own, but—”

“Wooyoung,” Yeosang smiled sadly, tilting his head at the younger boy. “You just said it for yourself. You want them to be yours.”

“Y-yeah, but not in that way,” he stuttered, looking down at the granite counter. 

“Okay,” yeo nodded, picking back up his mug to walk into the living room where Nabi was. “Anyway, I’m gonna go sit with the butterfly while you sort out your…complicated feelings.”

Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows, his heart tightening by the thought of you being kissed by San. or anyone, in general. 

“There's nothing complicated about them.” Woo muttered under his breath, only for him to hear. He felt a twinge in his heart as he said the painful lie, but didn't quite understand how he truly felt. He knew deep down what was holding him back. He just didn't want to admit it.

Wooyoung followed his best friend into the living room where Nabi was staring up at yeosang. He held the remote in his hands, a huge grin on his face as he looked at the little girl. “Wanna dance?” He asked her, offering a hand out. Wooyoung watched with his arms crossed, a smile resting on his lips.

“Yes!” Nabi giggled, pushing herself up from the ground as Yeo put on some of her favorite k-pop songs. Sound filled the room as smiles reached everyone’s eyes, and all wooyoung could think about was how beautiful nabi was.

 She was just like you—shining bright, a heart of gold. She had your face, your details. She was so important to Wooyoung, so important that it scared him. He hasn't gone out in ages. He hasn't let himself away from your life and your kid as if it were tied to him. 

Wooyoung took his phone out of his pocket to record Nabi’s happiness, letting out laughs as she jumped around the room. He sent it to you, then, knowing you weren't going to see it right then and there. 

He sent a text underneath the video.

Look at our Nabi.

—

“You look cute with chocolate on your nose.”

You teased San as you plopped some chocolate icing onto his cute nose. He scrunched it up slightly, his eyes crossing to get a good look at it. 

Awe, that was even cuter. “I’ll get it for you,” you giggled, leaning up to lick off the icing without a second thought. Your heart began to pound, his eyes uncrossed now and staring at you intently. 

“T-thanks,” he hummed, looking down at you as if you were just as tasty as the chocolate cake. You had just finished icing it, and all it needed was some decorations. You weren't too sure if you were going to get to that part.

His arm snaked around your waist, his fingertips meeting your sides. His breathing quickened, and yours did too. It honestly felt like you didn't know how to inhale oxygen.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” you asked him, tilting your head up to meet him in the eye.

He chuckled at that, his hands tightening on your waist. “If it’s okay.”

“Mhm. it’s perfectly fine with me,” you whispered as his lips approached yours. “Very fine with me.”

The minute his gentle, soft lips enveloped yours, you saw wooyoung in your mind. Confused as ever, you furrowed your eyebrows as San deepened the kiss, trying your best to get his image out of your mind.

It was crazy. You imagined him every time you closed your eyes. He seemed so off today, you were too busy thinking about him over the man parting open your lips.

Wooyoung. Wooyoung. Wooyoung. woo—

San pulled back, his expression sensual, but his eyes seemed conflicted. “Are you okay?” he asked you, but he didn't pull back far enough. You masked your confusing thoughts with a flirty smile and leaned in for a kiss. 

“Yeah, of course I am,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around him. “Just obsessed with you, is’all.”

Wrong. You did find him attractive, but something was going off in your mind. For some reason, it didn't feel right. It felt like there was just something unbalanced—but that was nowhere near San’s fault. You just associated it with the fact you haven't dated since you met Seonghwa. On top of that, you suffered being a widow at the age you should be thinking of less complicated things. 

Yeah. That's right. It’s just the trauma talking.

Certainly has nothing to do with Wooyoung. Right? Right. 

Maybe. 

“Good, because I'm even more obsessed with you,” he breathed, his eyelashes fluttering seductively. You planned on having sex with him tonight. No doubts, no worries. You wanted to, but now, you had an uneasy feeling. It had nothing to do with him, it was your own issue. You wondered if you would ever get over it.

Did you have to get over this ache? It didn't exactly hurt. If you ever had a concussion, this is exactly how you would have thought it felt. The amount of confusion was unsettling—considering how ready you were to fuck this man just the day before.

San took you home, but not before you tried to hurry and close up shop. He followed you up the apartment building’s steps, both of you in too much of a hurry to wait for the elevator.

He kept his distance from you as you tried to unlock the door, his hands behind his back, but his eyes ravaged you like a vulture. You appreciated his respect, and you noticed a bit of hesitation behind those pretty eyes of his.

You made your way into the apartment, mind spinning as you flicked on the lights. A few of Nabi’s toys were scattered around the floor, and you shyly pulled away from San to pick them up and toss them into her toy bin. “Ah, I’m sorry, It’s a little messy.”

San shrugged, tilting his head at you. “You can't expect it to be sparkling when you have such big responsibilities,” he smiled, leaning against the wall next to the door. He watched you silently as you threw stuff to make it look cleaner. “Don't worry about it, your place is perfect.”

His pretty eyes wandered to the fireplace in the corner of the living room. A picture frame of you and Seonghwa sat on the mantle, causing San to let out a sigh. You followed his line of vision and awkwardly rubbed your arm. 

“That…he was my boyfriend. Nabi’s Dad.” you clarified, walking closer to San. He nodded, his eyes softening as you came up to him. His hands slid down your arms, his lips tight and his eyes kind.

You interrupted the awkward conversation with a quick kiss to his lips. San kissed back, but pulled away for a second.

“If this is…too soon for you, I—” he looked down. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait for you to be ready. Please don't think we need to rush into sex and everything else.”

Your eyes widened at the sweetness of his words. Of his touch. He seemed to care for you despite just meeting you. A guy like him was rare, and you were lucky to experience someone just as kind.

You paused, very aware of his cautious hand placement on your arms.

 “It's not that I don't want to, because I do. I really do,” you sighed, looking up into his dark eyes. “I really want to be ready. I want to stop moping around and live the way he wanted me to live but,” you stopped, afraid of becoming too vulnerable with him. It wasn't fair to him to deal with your baggage.

You couldn't say that it was hard to move on. Sure, you have had your time for yourself, kept the bakery up since He would've loved it. You got out of your comfort zone, opened up to others. And now, here you were, with another man as one of his wishes was for you to always find love even if it wasn't him. 

He would tell you over and over again, which made you feel like he knew what would happen to him. You knew that wasn't true, but his goal for you was happiness. And you were going to find it. You were going to make him proud. 

San caught on to your silence. “Okay, I’ll wait,” He smiled, rubbing his fingers into your skin. “Whenever you’re ready for the next step, I’ll be there.”

You let out a soft sigh of relief. Relief for the fact that he still wanted to try this with you despite your mess of a life. 

You stood in silence for a little while, debating on what to do now.

“So, uh. Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

—

Wooyoung was on his way back from a good time at Yeosang’s, pulling into your apartment Complex’s parking garage. He turned the car off the minute he parked it and looked back to see Nabi sleeping in her car seat. He made sure he had one in his car at all times since she was with him all the time. 

He hoped things wouldnt  change too much when his workload gets a bit heavier. Wooyoung started college a bit late, jumping into online classes instead of in person since the timing was wrong. The moment he decided to go to school, he didn't have the heart to tell you. It was the same time as seonghwa’s passing, feeling that if woo left you to go to school, you would've been alone with a newborn and no help.

So he gave it all up. It didn't change anything—he would do anything for you.

Wooyoung got out of the car and opened the back door, unclipping Nabi’s seatbelt. 

“Come here, pretty girl,” he cooed, lifting her out of the seat with a groan. Gosh you're getting big.”

Nabi was still sound asleep as he held her to him, positioning her on his hip as he shut the door. He didn't know if you were home yet, but it was past ten at night—way past Nabi’s bedtime. He didn't want to keep her out too long, afraid that she wouldn't be comfortable.

He trudged into the building, getting into the elevator while Nabi slept comfortably on his side. Once it reached your floor, Woo debated on knocking or not. Deciding on the latter, he turned the knob to enter the home, lights off and shoes that weren't his sat on the floor. 

Welp. 

Nabi let out a tired yawn. “Just wait, baby. I’ll get you to bed.” Woo whispered, peeking around into the living room to see you tangled in San’s hold, a blanket covering the both of you. You were sleeping, but San was awake as he held you to his body.

“Uh,” Wooyoung coughed, looking from Nabi to San’s wide eyed gaze. “I’m just here to bring Nabi back.”

San took a second to process. He gave Wooyoung a short nod. “Alright.”

Woo walked past you then, but not before giving you a worried glance.

He entered Nabi’s room, turning the light on and setting her down gently in her bed. He tucked her in as well as tucking the hair behind her ear, looking down at the daughter he always dreamed of. He sighed, and leaned to plug in her night light when he heard someone approach from the doorframe.

“You can head out,” San spoke quietly from the door, leaning up against it. “I can help her.”

Wooyoung paused for a second, but then fixed the blanket to pull it up to Nabi’s chin. 

“Do you know what to do when she can't sleep?” Wooyoung inquired, rather cockily. He didn't mean to come off that way, he was just protecting what was his.

Or what wasn't his. If it couldn't be his, it couldn't be anyone else's.

San’s eyes widened at Wooyoung’s tone. “No, but I’m sure I could—”

“Do you know that she can't sleep without her nightlight? Or that she has trouble breathing sometimes because of her asthma? That she gets nervous if the door is fully shut?” He swallowed the rest of his words, looking over at the man that stood in the way of his unknown happiness.

San sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, Wooyoung. I don't want to cause problems here. I just want to treat y/n right.” San looked over at the sleeping girl, an unknown feeling bubbling in his chest.

Wooyoung made his way to walk out the room, but stopped when he got face to face with San. 

“Don't rush it, man.” Woo sneered, but it was honest. You were precious; your heart was precious. He looked San up and down before leaving the room. He made his way into the living room where you were sleeping. He resisted his urge to break the distance to brush your hair out of your face.

He didn't understand his feelings, but he wasn't happy sharing you. Wether his mind thought you were like a sister to him, or his heart’s only reason for beating was you—either way, he felt so protective of you. Of Nabi. Of whatever type of relationship you had.

He let out a sigh, and then left, leaving behind a family he wished was his.

—

“There's what? A gas leak?”

“Uh huh.”

“And you can't stay in your apartment?”

“Nope.”

“So, you want to stay here?”

“Yep.” 

You sighed. Wooyoung was standing outside your apartment door with a duffel bag full of clothes you assumed. It was nine o’clock, a nice, cool September morning. He stared at you with those puppy dog eyes you could never say no to.

It was a few weeks after that date with San. it ended well, you waking up in his arms in the morning and Nabi neatly tucked into bed. You knew that Wooyoung came while San was there, but only because San told you he stopped by.

After that night, you spent days and days with San, bringing Nabi along so you didn't burden Wooyoung. Something still felt off as you spent your time with the sweet boy, but once again, it was probably all the stress you had on yourself to be happy. Maybe you were forcing it too much.

Back to the present, you haven't seen Wooyoung since a few days ago—you’ve been spending all your time with San. You missed him, so it was nice to see him. 

“Is there really a gas leak?” you raised an eyebrow, to which he gave you his signature smirk.

He walked into the apartment, sliding off his shoes and making himself at home. “Yes, I promise. I wouldn't make you deal with me on purpose.” he giggled, plopping onto the couch. “Just kidding. I would.”

He wasn't lying though. He was rudely awakened at five in the morning to a fireman slamming on his door. He ended up standing outside in his underwear and a t-shirt for two hours, until he was allowed to go in just to grab some clothes. He took the opportunity to grab a bag full so he could come to you.

You shut the door and turned towards him.

Wooyoung smirked, getting comfy in the corner of your couch. “Where’s Nabi? Still sleeping?” he asked you, unable to look away from you. From how your t-shirt was wrinkly from sleep, to how your eyes were barely open.

You nodded, sitting down next to him. You looked over at your best friend, who couldn't keep his eyes off you. “What?” you asked.

Woo shrugged, hugging his knees and kicking his feet slightly. “Nothing, you're just gorgeous.”

You scoffed, slapping him on the shoulder. “Shut up, Woo.”

He chuckled, and brought his attention to the wilting daisies in the vase on the fireplace. 

His smile faded slightly.

You yawned, stretching out your limbs. “Anyway, I was just about to make breakfast, so—”

“What’s your relationship with him?” Wooyoung interrupted, his chaotic behavior gone in seconds. He looked down at his duffle bag, which was sitting on the floor by the coffee table.

You furrowed your brows, pulling your legs up to sit criss-crossed. “Huh? With San?” you questioned. “What do you mean?”

“Are you dating him?” He pestered, letting out a pained laugh. “I mean, I know you're going on dates and sleeping together but like…”

“Were not..sleeping together,” you said with hesitance, but you got a hold of yourself. “And…to be honest, he hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet so, uh, we’re just seeing each other.”

Woo was quiet for a few moments, his attention full on the decaying flowers. It hurt him, for some reason, that San was able to sneak into your heart so easily. That he didn't even have to try while wooyoung has been by your side since he could remember. It also bothered him deeply that he felt this way about you—it confused him.

It only took someone to come in the way for him to realize that he might feel something for you.

But…he couldn't do that to Seonghwa. Despite knowing his wishes were for you to find happiness, Wooyoung couldn't fathom the fact that your happiness could be him.

“Ah,” He gulped, trying to distract himself from his confusing thoughts. He wasn't sure if he felt a romantic tug to you, or if it was just an attachment issue. “Could I try something?” 

You frowned, turning towards him. “Depends. Are you plotting murder?”

Usually he would have laughed at that. You knew he was in his thoughts because of his lack of response. 

You sat still as he faced you now, his eyes clouded and his expression worrisome. He reached out—slowly towards you, his fingertips meeting the bare skin of your cheek. You held in your breath as he cupped your face, his lips parting as he analyzed his feelings.

“What are you doing—”

“I need you to touch me.” is all he said, his face stone cold and his eyes even colder. You hesitated at those words, but something was burning inside you as his other hand rested on your knee.

You compiled without thinking, as if your body was demanding you to touch him. Your hand met his arm, running it up his sweatshirt sleeve. Suddenly, his hand that was on his knee gripped your wrist, guiding it to his face. 

You flinched as the hand that was on your cheek moved, his thumb now caressing your bottom lip. His eyes narrowed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. You felt your heart beat faster and faster with each passing moment, both of you close enough to press your lips against each other’s.

“I don't know…what I'm feeling,” he hummed, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes searching for yours. “I don't know why it makes me mad to see you with San.”

You let out a breath, his thumb still rubbing your lip. Your hand moved on its own, curling behind his ear to brush his two-toned hair back. His expression softened.

Before you were able to respond, a small, confused voice interrupted you.

“Mommy? Are you kissing him?” Nabi stood with her stuffed butterfly plushie in her hands, staring at you two. You were frozen in place, touching each other in a way you never did before. You both looked at the young girl with shock. “Kiss kiss kiss kiss—”

You jumped out of Wooyoung's grip, leaving him all flustered. You walked into the kitchen, holding onto Nabi’s little hand. “Shh. No, mommy wasn't kissing him.”

Your daughter was only three, but oh, she definitely caught onto something. You cleared your throat, looking over to see wooyoung in the same exact spot, looking down at his hands. You huffed, pushing out the weird butterflies you got from his touch. You subconsciously lifted your hand up to your lips, remembering the feeling of his fingertips on them. 

You groaned, distracting yourself with making breakfast. 

“Why do you have a bag?” Nabi asked Woo from the living room. You didn't even look over as you gathered ingredients for chocolate chip pancakes. 

“I’m staying here. For a little bit.”

“Why?” she asked him. “Do you love my mom?”

That caught your attention. Man oh man, she was way ahead of her age group, and you even were in the talks of enrolling her into pre-school. It was starting this month, and you felt like it would be great for a smart cookie like her.

Wooyoung was standing up now, bag in hand, looking over at you. He frowned for a moment, but immediately covered his face in happiness for the little one. “Of course I love your mom. She’s just like you.”

It took everything in you to avoid that unstable feeling—Wooyoung was the only one other than Seonghwa to make you feel that way.

Woo walked over to you then, his normal persona back and a big smile plastered to that painfully gorgeous face of his. 

Everything you felt for Wooyoung came crashing through your mind the minute you looked at his lips, your heart pounding and your mind spinning.

Oh, dear god. What was this feeling?

With a wink, he shattered any chance of you falling in love with someone else—you just didn't know it, yet.

“So, do I get the right or left side of the bed?”

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Pairings: Ateez x gn reader!

Warnings: Fluff, pure fluff. Woosan fighting :)

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•••HONGJOONG•••

You walked lazily up the stairs to your apartment. Feet more sore than anytime you could ever remember due to the very rough and eventful day you participated in. You were so drained.

Walking into your home, you're greeted to the sound of movie effects blaring down the hallways from the direction of your bedroom. At first glance you'd be scared, but you smiled. Your mood already started to feel better knowing exactly who it was being occupied by the film in the home.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Hongjoong smiled brightly at your figure until the grin removed itself when you plopped onto the bed, face first. He crawled to your end, shock taking over his figure as you immediately jumped onto him before he could even dare to touch you.

Your face buried deep into his neck. His cologne radiating right off of him. "I'm so tired."

The lover took this as a note that your work did not go well. But chose not to overbearing you with questions. He pulled you close, hugging you back gently. "Then you should sleep. But you need to get changed first. You can't sleep in business pants."

"Come with me."

That one forced trip to get ready for bed was followed by more forced trips. You made him go with you to eat, shower, and brush your teeth. At first, all the clinginess was confusing, not bothering, but confusing. However, confusion wipes away like a tear when your bad work day pops back into his head. Then he has no choice, but to be with you as company to make you feel better.

As you lied in your bed, huddled close, yourself had now caught onto your own clinginess. Apologizing immediately.

"It's okay. You had a bad day. You want my company so that's exactly what you'll get."

"But I'm all over you."

He hummed. Holding you into embrace even tighter. "And I don't care."

•••SEONGHWA•••

Seonghwa had woken up to cool air sprouting through the space of the room. Just barely any hints of sunlight coming through the dark colored curtains.

Half awoke, he lifted his phone on his bedside table to check the time, as well as view any important messages or emails. It was surprisingly still quite early. However, due to him always being up early on schedule days, it felt normal being awake at such an hour.

He had the day off and never really did anything on days he did have off, so choosing to stick to resting as his schedule, he began to shuffle in the bed, but unfortunately paused momentarily when he felt a weight on his covered waist. Not noticing it before because of the large fluffed comforter.

He had almost completely forgotten you being in bed with him this morning. An idea shared only yesterday since neither of you had to work. Seonghwa tried so carefully to remove your arm, but you only held tighter.

"No."

"Y/n-"

"No."

"I have to use the bathroom."

"Whyyyyy!"

He looked at you confusedly. "Because it's apart of human life."

You had finally removed your arm. Allowing him to rise from the foamed mattress. He made an attempt to rush after hearing nothing, but your groans from the next room over. Rushing him to do his business and come back to bed. "Okay. Okay. I'm back."

Without hesitation, you yanked him back into your hold. Practically forcing him to spoon you. You nudged your nose against his jaw. Placing at least a dozen pecks on his skin. He enjoyed it, showing that by chuckling. "You're so clingy this morning."

"I'm just sharing my love," you protested. Noticing that the affection is probably renewed since you don't spend LOTS of time together. "I can stop if you wan-"

"No! I don't want you to stop."

"Good, because I wasn't going to.

"I didn't expect you to," he whispered softly. Brushing his fingers through your locks and kissing between your eyebrows. You smiled sleepily. Continuing your devotion of expressing your love to your love.

•••YUNHO•••

Yunho and you had both had a very busy week. Non stop rehearsal for his group's upcoming comeback and non stop phone calls for the workers at your owned flower shop asking questions, customer complaints, etc.

So when Saturday came around, Yunho having the day off to rest, and your shop being closed for the weekend, you both came up with a plan to go out.

So here you were, dressed cozily whole walking through a beautiful public park. People walking their dogs, playing bean bag toss, riding bikes. The weather was beautiful and the air was fresh.

You were enjoying the time the most, especially since Yunho is typically the one canceling your past plans. However your beautiful face never once didn't cross his mind.

Walking side by side, You couldn't help, but feel a sudden sadness that you weren't holding hands. Not because neither of you didn't want to, but because the idea was never thought of.

So initiating the first move, you tried your best to lightly brush your hand against Yunho's every few seconds.

He caught on quite quickly. Smirking, he reached down, keeping his eyes out front, and intertwined your hands. Chasing you to squeal internally.

Every so often, he tried pulling away. To grab his phone for a picture, or to adjust the hair on his head that flew in his face. But you always declined separation and did it for him. It warmed his heart, but confused his thoughts. "What's the matter with you? You're being so clingy."

He made sure to chuckle when asking so he didn't upset you. You just shrugged. Placing your cheek against his arm, you replied, "Just missed you. That's all."

"You see me almost every day."

"Yeah for like 3 hours and then we're knocked out in bed and doing the same thing over."

It hurts, but you were right. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. At least we're still getting space and not up each other's ass every second."

"I'd prefer it that way." You giggled, placing a kiss on his knuckles. "But, you're right. Space could never hurt.

"Yeah, but I don't want space from you right now. I wanna cling to you like sticky glue."

Yunho grinned shyly. The biggest blush creeping on his cheeks. To hide it, he lightly shoved you away by your head. You pouted which caused him to pull you back into his embrace with a kiss to the temple.

•••YEOSANG•••

It was late in the afternoon. You and Yeosang both had the day off of work. Both being kpop idols and all. Constant busy schedules, nagging managers. It was draining. So when you both saw that ur schedules for the weekend were empty you couldn't help but cheer.

Your head laid flat against his legs while he sat slumped regularly on the couch. The horror movie played on the television that was mounted on the wall. You picked the movie. But even so, every once and awhile you got scared.

While watching you held tightly to Yeosangs hand. He figured it was because you were scared but no. It was because you wanted to touch him. Wanted to be near him. You missed him.

"Yeosang."

He hummed to show he was listening even if so his eyes were still on the movie. You pushed yourself up to cuddle to his side. An arm over his stomach. Cheek pressed to his shoulder. "Is the movie scary?"

"It's not."

"Are you sure? We can change it."

You shook your head. Letting more minutes of the movie pass before you push yourself even closer to Yeosang. He placed a hand on your thighs that now rested on his own. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"If it's scary, you can tell me. I can turn it off."

You sighed. You pulled his lips to touch your own. They were soft as always. Never changed despite the recent distance. Yeosangs smiled down at you, you giving the same gesture back. "I just want to be close to you. That okay?"

He chuckled with rosy cheeks. "More than okay."

•••SAN•••

"Sannie, come back," You whined when San got out of your shared bed to use the bathroom. You groaned when he shouted back to wait.

He had been given the week off of schedules since their promoting was now finished. And all night, you've trying to savor each moment, or more so second, you can before he gets some type of call that they needed him back at work. "I miss youuuu."

"Y/n," he chuckled as he came out the bathroom, tying the strings to his joggers. "I was four feet away."

"Four feet too far."

San huffed with a smile. Climbing by his knees slowly to reach you on the bed. He stayed on them even when he reached your now sitting up figure. He held both your cheeks in his hands while yours held locked on his waist. "What's gotten into you? Did something happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"This week you've been extra clingy- NOT that I mind it. I love it, but it's surprising me," he explained. His thumbs rubbing your cheekbones. "Did something happen?"

"No. I just missed you. Too much."

He smiled. "I'm right here, baby."

"I meant lately. I never know when your phone is gonna ring again for you to go back to work so I wanna be close to you just in case."

This biggest smile San has held all night was now on his face. Giving you the confidence to smile back. He moves his head down to connect your lips together. Guiding your head movements with his hands so it stayed passionate. His nose dubbed against your when you pulled away. "I love you. And I was given the week off as well as my manager and staff. So therefore, no ones getting called in. You don't have to worry."

"I love you more San."

"Not possible."

•••MINGI•••

Mingi had been leaving the house everyday to work with Hongjoong on some music. They've been trying to get some new songs in for the group. Being the rappers and all, sometimes working on their parts took a lot more work to fit the vocals.

You were proud of him. That was an absolute fact. But you did miss him. At most, you saw him for three hours. And that's not including the time your absolute slumped and not even noticing he's beside you until you awake in the morning.

But today, finally, was a stay in day. Mingi agreed that he hadn't been around much the past few days and it relieved you that you didn't have to speak up for him to notice. He knew on his own. So he agreed to have a beautiful living room picnic with you.

Ordered out your favorite food and laid out a romantic set up on your carpeted floor. Mingi originally had the plates laid out across from each other but when you sat down, you moved to sit beside him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I wanna be closer to you."

The sentence alone warmed him to his whole core. Brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. You smiled, poking your lips out to ask for a kiss. Mingi denied jokingly which made you gasp. "Mingiii, give me a kiss please."

"Nope."

You attempted to jump on top of him, but he moved to quickly so you land on the carpet. Your nose felt a sharp jab then a runny wet feeling. "Oh! You're bleeding."

"I am?"

"I'm sorry. C'mere."

Mingi pulled one of the many napkins on the coffee table and held it your nose. Leaving kisses on your temple while muttering continuous sorries. "It's not your fault."

"It is. You just wanted to be closer to me. I shouldn't have moved. I'm so sorry. When it's cleaned. You can have all the kisses you want. Okay?"

"Really?"

"Mh," he hummed with a nod. You clapped your hands together. Eventually getting those promised kisses.

•••WOOYOUNG•••

Woo young came home one night from rehearsal to share the idea of having a game night. At first you thought "yes! A alone night with Wooyoung" but your dreams were crushed when he mentioned inviting the guys.

You LOVED the guys. Just like your own brothers. So of coursing you were accepting about it, but the idea of alone time with Wooyoung seemed even better because you missed him so much.

When game night finally came, everytime Wooyoung got up to get out a game, you were right beside him. Every time he rose up to grabs a drink, food, or even dishes, you did as well. The boys teased about this every few tries and it made you blush horribly. While playing jenga, you were sat across from Wooyoung instead of next to him because of the picked teams.

"Okay, Y/n win this for us."

"Can I sit by Wooyoung while doing it? He's my good luck charm," you exclaimed with a bright smile. This made Wooyoung take his turn of blushing.

"Yah! Just take your turn before it takes its last limb on it own," San spoke. You pouted. Wooyoung slapped San's arm while you finally pulled your block. You cheered when you got the relief of it staying tall.

"I did it! I di-"

Just as you were going to continue cheering, the sound of the blocks echoed through the space as they came tumbling down onto the table. You pouted once you realized it only fell because San bumped the edge. "SAN! YAH! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? Y/N WAS EXCITED!"

Wooyoung continued scolding San until he apologized. Even so he was upset with him. Wooyoung got up for his spot and walked over to sit next to you. You wasted no time and wrapping your arms around him to be closer. "When it's San's turn, you can knock it over."

"What! I didn't agree to that-"

"San, you upset my lover. Shut up." The continuous scolding by wooyoung made you feel so loved you spent the whole time kissing his cheek. Wooyoung returned it every once and while. At one point sticking his tongue at San.

"I really hate you."

•••JONGHO•••

Ateez just began finishing up some solo shots for their new upcoming comeback. Right now, Wooyoung was on his last few minutes of shooting while you sat quietly with Jongho in the green room. Playing a hand trick game with him on the couch. The brightest smiles on both of your faces.

The other guys were taking duo shots so you both were alone. You enjoyed having this time with Jongho. One on one. Especially when he brought you to set. Just as you started a new game with the hand tricks, Jongho kissed your cheek which caused you to lose. "Aww why did you do that?"

You slapped his shoulder. He flinched wth a chuckle. "I didn't do anything."

You jumped out your spot on the sofa. Right on top of him and his arms. Jongho laughed away as you tickled his sides. Followed by a bunch of soft kisses to his face. "Stop! Stop!"

"No! Love me!"

"I am," he exclaimed. You wrapped your arms around his neck hugging into his figure. This time, the long kiss you gave him was on his lips. Jongho accepting it. He tried pulling away a few times but you wouldn't allow him to.

"Yah! What's wrong with you?"

"I just love you, Jongho."

He chuckled, allowing you to finish your kisses. A few minutes go by before Wooyoung popped through the door, gagging out loud. "Why are you so clingy Y/n? You're suffocating him."

You pouted, looking back to Jongho. "Am I?"

"No! You aren't! I like when you're clingy. It's cute."

"His face is red of loss of air."

Jongho swung a hand up. "Wooyoung, you shut up. You're just jealous."

You giggled. "Yeah Wooyoung, you're just jealous."

"Yah! You gonna let her bully me like that?"

Jongho nodded. Wooyoung groaned before storming out the room. Jongho attempted to stand knowing its his turn to shoot. You whined. Jongho huffed, pulling you up to kiss you. "Come watch me. I know you want to."

"yay!!"

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The Lonely Hearts Club

Are you lonely too?

Pairing: Punk!wooyoung x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Battle of the bands, Slow burn

Warnings: A few swear words

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Track one: Friends go

5 years ago...

Your phone rang loudly echoing through the deserted computer lab, scaring you out of your day dream and halting your typing on the keyboard, pulling your headphones off your head, you heard the stifled laughs from the students of KQ Academy roaming the halls.

Your phone is now buzzing from the ongoing messages from your friends asking you where you were. You'd think after a couple rounds of ignoring their messages they'd stop, but no.

"Shit" You whispered. Staring down at the cursor hovering over the big submit button at the corner of the screen, you bit your lip as your stomach squeezed from nervousness, but without thinking you clicked left on your mouse, the Thank you glaring at you in big bold letters.

God, you didn't have time to comprehend what you had done...

"y/n!"

You looked up to see Sana peeking her head through the opening of the door, making you scramble to log out of the school's website.

The pink haired girl grabbed your hand with her slender fingers, pulling you out of the chair. "What are you doing? we're waiting for you at the field" She said, motioning with her head to the door.

"Sorry, doing extra credit," you answered sheepishly, rubbing your sweaty palms on your favorite pleated skirt.

Sana raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow, not believing you for a single second. After years of friendship your friend would obviously know when you're lying.

She was about to speak when the familiar sound of hurried footsteps could be heard down the hall. A very tired San came through the door, huffing and puffing, leaning on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"Did you really think that running all the way from the soccer field was a good idea?" Sana scolded, jutting her hip out.

You shook your head, handing him your water bottle and watched as the blonde chugged the content.

"so?" you crossed your arms mimicking the girl's stance, "what is it?"

San put a hand on his chest taking in a deep breath as he blurted out a few coherent words that would start a change you never knew you needed.

Music, bulletin board, partners

You ran out the door and down the halls to your music class, your friends footsteps reverberating behind you.

A small crowd had already formed around the board, You slowly walked in between the mass of people and heard as some people cheered and hugged their friends, while some groaned at realizing who it was they were paired up with.

The hall cleared up leaving  just you and the guys. You scanned the white paper searching for your name and there it was perfectly printed next to the name of the one person you hadn't spoken to in years.

You gasped loudly, making Sana and San jump in their spot.

Jung Wooyoung - Park Y/N

"I did not just get put into a group with Wooyoung." You groaned, taking a deep breath as you rubbed your face, San sat in front of you, equally dejected at the idea of not working together. 

"Does he even come to school?" you threw your hands up and paced the bleachers deep in thought.

Maybe you could ask Mr Min for a change of partner, i mean you and San have been aceing music together since first year of highschool, he should want to you two together, right?

"Why don't you guys just talk to him?" Sana suggested munching away at her apple, as if talking to wooyoung was the easiest thing in the world.

You and San turned to Sana with a blank face, looked back at each other and bursted out into laughter, leaning against each other, wiping at the tears falling from your face.

"Wha- Hey!"

You grabbed the apple out of her hand and threw it who knows where.

"Did you not just hear what i said?!"

You were about to continue with your rant but you stopped at the sound of the speakers crackling throughout the school.

"Welcome back KQuers to another Tuesday lunch special, i'm your host Maddox and today we have a new entry to the school's playlist, this song is called Friends go.

It suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe, the familiar sound of trumpets that took you so long to perfect in your little home made studio and the ska beat of your guitar played throughout the whole school, you were paralyzed by fear, your mind going back to what you had done.

"Ahhhhh" you screamed into your pillow, replaying the earlier events.

San and Sana tried to grab your attention but as if you were possessed, you grabbed your bag, skipped the rest of your classes and ran home, your phone buzzing at the missed calls from the duo.

you groaned not expecting Sana to come barreling into your room.

She slammed the door open looking around the room for you, just to find you sat on your bed pillow on your crossed legs and a look of fear on your face.

"It was you wasn't it!" she said cupping your face between her hands, the only thing you could  do is nod as she sat on the bed cradling you to her chest.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she cooed as you hugged her back.

It wasn't a secret between you three that you liked music, well more than liked, it was your life, your mother had always said you came out singing out of her womb instead of crying, it's just, you had stopped anything that had to do with music.

"Y/n this is good i didn't know that you had started singing again, you have to do something with that songs it's really good, maybe you could sent i-"

This was what you were afraid of, this is exactly why you didn't tell them, the thought of having to sing in front of a crowd of people takes you back to first grade, when Twenty, five years old and their parents watched you sing twinkle twinkle little star while you cried through the embarrassment. 

You got off your bed and started pacing around your room, biting your nails.

"Look" you sighed

"Since the start of highschool you have been the more outgoing popular one everyone loves you, but me, i am the total opposite of you, getting drunk, kissing strangers, shopping for the latest clothes and worrying about how i'm going to sneak out of the house is not my style, my style is more staying at home on a friday night, reading fanfiction, eating doritos and watching pride and prejudice for the 100th time and you know what i am fine with it, i am totally fine with no one knowing who i am" you ranted plopping down on your desk chair.

 "Don't you want to have fun this year?"

Sana, sat on her knees in front of you grabbing onto your hands gently, soothing them with her thumbs, "It's our last year don't you want to at least leave a peace of you here in this town before we go to college"

"Let me think about it?" you looked up at the ceiling with a finger on your chin.

"No"

She huffed getting back to her feet, fixing her outfit.

"Get up we're going to the mall" 

"Nooo" you whined throwing yourself onto your bed, "Do you want to get ice cream?" you questioned, as she took her car keys out of her purse.

"No, we're going to find you a band"