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[wonpluswonistwo]

IM BACK

Hello everyone!

I bet you forgot this page (or me) existed because I haven’t been active for a HOT minute!

But I’m back (for now...)! College had me expresso depresso last year but now I’m feeling more stable (I think? let’s hope). So this means...

REQUEST BOX IS NOW OPEN!

I have also realized the links on my page are not working...I’ll try to fix that asap :)

Please send in some scenarios for me to write!

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

Not really a request but your angsts are really good and I think you should write more of them. I almost cried and I like the pettiness. Thank you for your service and good night.

omg im so sorry for replying to this like 10 months later but thank you!

ya girl has a lot of emo energy thats probably why :P

~admin gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

Things You Find In A Book (Wonwoo Scenario)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Word Count: 1460

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff!

Summary: You’re on the verge of failing Calculus, so your math teacher asks you to check out a supplemental textbook. You are confident in your skills of being organized until you leave behind your textbook in the library. Will you get it back?

A/N: Sorry for taking so long!!! College apps are ASS but, aside from thatn, sorry for any mistakes!

The World of Calculus, it read. To you, it seemed more like, The World of Complete Boredom. Alas, your math grade was...for lack of a better term, terrible. Absolutely horrifying. On-verge-of-failing horrible. And so, this new Calculus textbook, the whole 396 pages, was (supposedly, according to the librarian) your best friend until the end of the school year. I might as well not lose it, you thought as you took a pen out of your bag and wrote your phone number on a small slip of paper.

“837-652-4017. I’m not going to lose it anyway,” you scoffed, crazed at the idea of you losing such a large book. You tucked the slip of paper into the front cover of your book, ignoring the blank name tag on the inside of the cover that you could have used. You didn’t need the whole school to know you needed an extra textbook. What were you? Dumb? Maybe.

You took your arm and swept your belongings from the desk into your backpack and stood up, patting down the crinkles in your skirt. You were just about to pick up your textbook when your phone started ringing, much to the annoyance of the librarians, who glared at you. You nodded an apology and picked up the call, running out the big french doors.

“Hello? Who’s calling?” A loud voice answered your greeting, making you jump in fright.

“Hon-eyyyyyy, you are dead meat!” Oh geez, it was Woozi. He never really called unless you happened to be “dead meat.”

“Woozi? What the heck?”

“(Y/N), you are missing our lunch appointment! Are you sightseeing all the boys in the courtyard?” You groaned internally, remembering the time Woozi caught you puppy-eyeing a popular boy from the balcony above the school courtyard.

“Shut up Woozi, I was studying-” You heard a loud, sarcastic gasp from the other end of the phone before you heard:

“STUDYING? You….you study?” You closed your eyes in frustration, lips pressed together.

“Shut UP Woozi! I’m coming, alright?” You angrily hung up, huffing about how rude he was and began your trek to the school cafeteria.

The moment you stepped into the cafeteria, you regretted promising Woozi to eat in the caf. It was loud, rowdy, and most annoyingly, filled with many of the people you hated. Ignoring several catcalls and staring down some innocent freshman, you made your way toward the brown haired boy who was smirking and sipping an iced coffee.

“Beat it, Woozi. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.” He just wiggled his eyebrows and motioned for you to sit. He placed his head on his hand and asked:

“What were you studying? Calc?” You nodded, rolling your eyes at the same time.

“Honestly, not needed. But my teacher won’t give it up. Some ‘You have to pass this class’ trash talk.”

“Rare! A teacher sees something-” You immediately stood up, as if you were about to leave, but Woozi pulled you down and said, “Hey, whoa, whoa, chill, fam!”

Meanwhile, Wonwoo was trying to find a spot in the library to study his anatomy worksheets. He happened upon a table and sat down before anyone else could take it. As he looked behind him, he caught a nasty look from a student who was about to beeline to his table. Wonwoo sighed heavily and set his papers on the desk when he saw a textbook. He picked it up and a piece of paper fell out, labeled “837-652-4017 Please return to owner!”

Wonwoo looked around, suspicious. Why would someone write it on a paper instead of the designated space on the inside of the cover? What if it was one of those tricks so that you would carry the book outside and trigger the alarm? He shook his head, trying to expel all the worst case scenarios that could happen if he happened to text the number.

He slowly punched in the phone number, one number at a time to make sure he wasn’t making any errors: “8...3...7...6...5...2...4...0...1...7.” He checked it once, checked it twice, and checked it one more time. However, Wonwoo struggled to formulate a message.

“To Whom It May Concern…” Too formal.

“What’s up? I found your textbook today!” Too casual.

“Hi, my name is Wonwoo and I…” I’m not trying to introduce myself.

“Hi, I just happened to have found your phone number in your math textbook today; how should I return it to you?” Seemed like a perfect combination of formal and cooooool. But he was still unsure; would the owner be creeped out? Out of frustration, Wonwoo slammed his phone onto the table only to hear a faint “beep”. The sound of a sent message.

“No! Wait! Come back! No!” Wonwoo frantically pressed on random places on the screen, trying to un-send the message, but the harm was done. The message had been sent.

You were in the middle of stuffing your face with spaghetti when your phone started ringing and spazzing. “Hey, can you stop getting so many messages all the time?” Woozi asked, exasperated. You cringed as you looked at the number. Unrecognizable.

“Sorry, I just need to see it.” You casually pressed the notification, and waited for the messages to load. However, the moment you saw the words, your eyes popped out and your heart began pounding. “Dammit! I forgot it when I told myself not to! Ugh, I’m so stupid!”

“Ha! It’s about time you noticed,” Woozi joked, his head jolting forward suddenly as you knocked him in the head.

“Shut up, Woozi!” You groaned internally. You had to deal with an idiot of a friend, an empty stomach, annoying teachers, and now a forgotten textbook. How much worse could your day get?

Wonwoo stood awkwardly outside of the library doors, your book tucked carefully under his arm. He wondered what you would look like. Would you have long hair or short hair? Fair skin or tan skin? Dyed hair or natural colored hair? The questions floated around until he saw a girl frantically looking around the hallway. Was that her? Wonwoo took a closer look, and his heart literally stopped. She was breathtaking. Panicking, but still beautiful.

Wonwoo froze, not knowing what to do. Should he like....comb his hair with his fingers? Or should he like...walk over and talk to her? Wonwoo chose to do the easiest thing: comb his hair. A mistake. The girl turned toward his direction and tilted her head in confusion, as if she were judging him. He quickly shoved his hand in the pocket, his hair now disheveled.

Perfectly disheveled… you thought as you stood in the middle of the hallway inspecting this person. You shook your head, trying to focus on what you were trying to look for. Your textbook. You were just about to enter the library when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around as you heard a deep voice say,

“Just wondering, did you leave your textbook?” You nodded vigorously, almost desperate. You looked up, and there he was. The boy with the perfectly disheveled hair. “Well, um...here it is.” You were just about to take it out of his hands when he blurted out, “Actually, let me write your name in it so people know who to give it to if you lose it again.” He opened the textbook and opened it to the front page, about to write your name down until he realized...he didn’t know your name.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you yet. What’s your name?” he asked. You didn’t know how to respond. First of all, obviously, he had the perfect chisled jawline, soft hair, smooth sk- SHUT UP (Y/N)! you thought, scolding yourself for once again getting sidetracked.

“Uh…(Y/N).” He nodded in understanding, starting to scribble in your textbook. When he finished, he handed it to you with a gleaming smile.

“Don’t lose it again! But if you do, you’d better hope the person who finds it is as nice as me!” Wonwoo internally cringed at his own words and just walked away, looking back and waving goodbye.

“Is he asking me to lose it again? I’m so confused…” you said as you opened the textbook to see if your phone number was still in the book. Sure enough, your phone number was there, and your name, and...some small writing. You squinted and read the message, your heart immediately increasing the speed of the beats.

Hey (Y/N), looks like you need help with Calc? I can help tutor you if you want...and since you take my breath away, I’ll tutor you for free :) Call me! 836-879-2286

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

hi~~ can i request a scenario where wonwoo found your phone number in your lost math book thx~

finished :)

-Admin Gene

[wonnhao]

[wonpluswonistwo]

Back from semi-hiatus!

Hiya everyone! I’ve been on a semi-hiatus for a while now, but since today is November 1st (EA/ED deadlines), I’m free for about a week!! I’m going to crank out as much as I can during this week, so look out!

-Admin Gene

P.S. don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about u all :)

[wonpluswonistwo]

UM SO I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS AND I HAVE YOU ON NOTIFICATIONS AND I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT YOU'RE AN ANGEL <3 <3 <3

I’m getting so many asks LOL i’ve never gotten so many before ;.;

but anyway

I LOVE YOU TOO THANK YOU FOR READING MY WRITINGS AND YOU’RE THE REAL ANGEL <3

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

Oooh yeah I'd quite appreciate a part two to a touch to remember it was really good and I can't live with the way it ended I need like a kiss or something😂

LOL I love writing cliffhangers, it’s so fun!

But I agree, I think this specific scenario needs a part two because we all need more Wonwoo scenarios, right? :’D

-Admin Gene

[greycity]

#2YearsWithSeventeen —

There were a lot of negative comments before our debut. People asked why there were so many (members), but we thought we had to work harder after seeing those comments. Luckily there were a lot of positive comments after we debuted. Even though there were doubts, those were the driving forces that made us do even better. 

[wonpluswonistwo]

PLEASE TELL ME THERES GOING TO BE A PART 2 TO A TOUCH TO REMEMBER

ooooh I didn’t think of that but I’ll definitely consider it :)

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

A Touch to Remember (Wonwoo Scenario)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Word Count: 988

Warnings: None!

Type: SchoolAU!, Fluff

Summary: You’re partnered with Wonwoo, a boy you don’t really know from your class, for a project and you both learn more about each other through your working together, a rewarding surprise waiting after all your hard work.

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes, and sorry for the really long wait!

Mingyu and Sarah. Jinyoung and Katherine. Phillip and Somi. (Y/N) and Wonwoo. You looked around the room, looking for a boy with a tall stature, brown hair, a sharp jawline, and pretty eyes bordered with silver rimmed glasses. To the left? All desks were abandoned and messy. To the right? Just a few girls eating their lunch. To the middl-

“Looking for me?” Wonwoo stood in front of you, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed, and a playful smirk plastered across his face. But all you could see was a white t-shirt nicely hugging a male chest and as you looked up, you realized who was talking. 

“If you’re Wonwoo, then...yeah.” You weren’t really sure how to talk to him; you knew of him, but you didn’t really KNOW him. He simply nodded and motioned you to follow him, which you obliged.

“So, just a heads up, I’m not sure if you’re a straight A student or what, but um-” He nervously looked around, remembering that he wasn’t a very talkative person and wondered what had triggered him to suddenly burst out sentences so confidently. “I’m not exactly smart, and so I’m apologizing in advance if my participation in this project brings our grade down.” He looked down, slightly embarrassed and slightly hopeful that you would be forgiving. You simply looked at him confused, wondering what aspect of you made him think you were a straight A student.

 “Wonwoo, I’m literally nowhere from a straight A student; I have no idea what you’re talking about!” He looked up immediately, relief evident in his eyes.

“Oh, okay...that’s good…” He whispered, the introvert inside him suddenly swallowing him up again after a short burst of confidence.

 And that’s how your and Wonwoo’s partnership continued for the next week. Him showing up at your house an hour after school ended, silently walking into the kitchen and shaking his head when you offered him water, and just dead silence as both of you worked separately on two different computers, two different sections, two different worlds.

 That is, until one day when it was finally time to construct the main poster, the poster which you had to present and the only part of the project that you dreaded most. You weren’t sure how you were going to stand in front of a class of 20 people and explain to them why the Ancient Greeks were important to the modern society. You were even more unsure how Wonwoo was going to even talk, at all.

 Shaking your head to get the thoughts out of your mind, you turned around to get a piece of construction paper, but instead of feeling the rough surface of the colored paper, you felt soft skin. Soft skin that was warm and sent tingles up your arm, forming goosebumps and a happy feeling inside your head. You looked up and saw Wonwoo looking straight at you, a special glint in his eyes and a soft smile creeping up.

 From that day on, every bit of silence, awkwardness, and peace disappeared. Sounds of laughter, lectures, explanations, jokes, stories, and small arguments filled in the silence, while the warm friendliness and close friendship replaced the awkwardness that was present before.

 Before you both knew it, doomsday had finally arrived: the day you and Wonwoo had to present your poster that you both had spent countless hours working on. Sitting next to each other in the classroom, you and Wonwoo exchanged nervous looks, each explanation running through both your heads.

 One presentation went by. Then another. Then another. Then another.

 “Wonwoo and (Y/N)?” the teacher asked, looking around the classroom. The moment you heard your name, a small shiver went through you, which Wonwoo noticed. As you both stood up to walk in front of the classroom, Wonwoo rubbed your arm to give your strength, warmth, and the assurance of a friend. Nevertheless, each step you took was like stepping in sticky cement, as if your feet would stay stuck to the ground and suck up all of your energy. After what felt like a thousand years, you were facing the class of 25, alongside with Wonwoo who was visibly trembling from fear.

 You looked over at him the same moment he looked over at you, and a mutual feeling of security and hope grew inside you both. Suddenly smiling, you and Wonwoo, in harmony, presented the project together, with no mistakes, no hesitations, and no fear.

 It wasn’t only 6 days later that you both felt the same fear in your hearts. The familiar thump, thump, thump of the heart, the increase in the rate of breathing, and the dilation of your caramel colored eyes. Sitting together, you reached your hand out and placed it in his larger hand, wanting someone to comfort your nervousness and fear. He flinched slightly at your sudden touch, a smile trying not to creep onto his face.

 The teacher walked by, dropped the white computer paper onto your table face down. You bent down, lifted the bottom left corner of the report, and in bright, red pen markings, a big fat:

 A

 You eyes and mouth opened so wide a fly could have flown in and made a nice home. Dropping the corner, you practically leaped across the aisle and flung your arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne and smiling widely.

 “Wha-um I uh-what-” Wonwoo stammered uncontrollably, not knowing what was going on. The wind from your movements had caused the paper to slowly float to the ground, showing a bright red “A.”

 His eyes opened wide, like big saucers, and grabbed you by your shoulders, pulled you off him, and said,

 “Oh my god, (Y/N), I really love you.” Upon realizing what he just confessed, he released you from his grips and ran off, his heart beating fast and his mind going crazy with scoldings.

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

hi there! can i request a wonwoo scenario (i've been looking for so long for a fellow wonwoo bias so hello!) where you're paired with him for a school project and y'all are both really shy and innocent and it's really adorable and you two slowly get closer from the project? it's kinda vague but i wanna see how you would do it. thank you!

IM SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT IT’S FINALLY DONE!!! POSTING IT RIGHT NOW

-admin gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

SEVENTEEN’S comeback has me SHOOK™

[visual-17]

P E R  F E C T 

[jeonheart]

(＊>∇<)ﾉ ♡  

[wonpluswonistwo]

Mingyu , 10 and 19 pls and thank you ! :D

10) “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

19) “Ahem, my eyes are up here.”

The soft wind blew the leaves across the green field, disturbing your daily reading by flipping the pale yellow pages of your book, the sharp sounds piercing your ears. Frowning, you looked up at the crystal blue sky and wondered how much longer you had to survive in senior year. April, May, June. 3 more months of pure torture and boredom as you would live out the last days of your youth.

Feeling a stronger wind than usual, you reached for your bag behind you to get your jacket, only to find your bag missing. Strange, you thought. I swear I placed it behind me.

“Looking for something?” You heard a low, humorous voice from the trees on your right, sounding vaguely familiar but also sending chills down your spine. One person came out, a boy with tan skin, brown hair, and a scar on his left cheek: Mingyu, the leader of the school’s “gang.” It wasn’t really a gang, but they often were involved in fights around the town and always got in trouble. “I said, are you looking for something?” Mingyu repeated, not happy that you weren’t paying attention to him. You didn’t notice the signs of annoyance and just rolled your eyes, wanting a jacket.

“Can you give my bag back? I need my jacket.” With those two sentences, you pointed your finger toward the ground next to you, motioning where you wanted your bag placed, and then proceeded to flip through your book to find the plage where you left off before the wind disrupted your peaceful day.

Mingyu just stared, shocked at your lack of surprise or horror. Usually girls who saw him would run away, scared that he would do something to them. But in all honesty, Mingyu never wanted to fight or harm anyone, it was only when annoying, ignorant people made fun of his friends or his family he couldn’t help himself. Your reaction gave him a warm feeling, a strange feeling, in his heart.

“That’s it?” You looked up in confusion, standing up and walking towards him with your head tilted.

“Mingyu, am I supposed to be scared of you?” you asked, your hand quickly snatching away your bag. Mingyu responded by grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, your two bodies making contact from the force.

“I don’t know, are you?” You brought your head down in embarrassment to the close contact with Mingyu, not sure what to say.

“I….I don’t know….” All you heard was a slight chuckle and a clearing of the throat before Mingyu interjected;

“Ahem, my eyes are up here.” Rolling your eyes, you looked up at him, slightly taken aback by the soft look in his eyes. “And, (Y/N), you should have no reason to be scared of me.”

“How come, Mingyu?”

“Because…I really like you.” Knowing he usually would never say that to anybody, you decided to tease him a bit.

“How much?”

“Enough to do this.” With that, he took your face into his right hand and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, pressing you closer to him with his left hand.

The wind blew gently, his cologne filled your nose, his body radiated heat to yours; Everything, Mingyu thought, is perfect.

The only thing left Mingyu could wish for was for time to stop forever.

-Admin Gene

[17longestyeaboiever]

@seventeen

boom boom i want an 아주 nice boyfriend!!!