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[wonw00s]

I Might Never Be The One You...

PERFECT SERIES; complete masterlist

You tried your best to prevent a soft giggle from escaping yourself as Wonwoo blew on your neck as he laughed.

“Wonwoo! That tickles!” you exclaimed, only to receive another low laugh from the angel whose hands were tightly wrapped around your frame. You didn’t even know two things were possible. One was the fact that Wonwoo could wrap his arms around your frame. True, you’ve always believed that the taller someone is, the longer his arms are, but at the same time, you’ve also always believed that you were never going to find a man whose arms would be long enough to embrace your slightly bigger figure. Two was the fact that the guy who happens to have arms long enough was your boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend. Without the space in between. Without the friendzone. Straight up, boyfriend.

You laid your head on his dependable shoulder, and concluded that it was too bony, not only for your liking, but you were starting to get worried about how much the boy actually eats. The slight frown plastered on your face made Wonwoo scrunch his nose in distaste, his eyebrows furrowed with a hint of confusion.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asked. You inhaled for the nth time, despite that nickname always being thrown around carelessly every time he calls for your attention, because that name was enough to send you fleeting off your own feet. You were even slightly embarrassed at how fairytale like your fantasies are.

“You have got to eat more, Wonwoo, and don’t even try giving me any of that workout excuse, because if in that case, I should be feeling muscles, not bones.” you declared, poking his cheek. 

Despite having such a fairytale like relationship because you thought everything was perfect, your conversations with him never went with the typical fanfics you’ve read. 

Wonwoo released an arrogant scoff, looking away, his arms seemingly not doing the same. 

“Well, excuse you, your highness, your dear subject has been eating a lot, and working out a lot. I promise. It’s been like this since they cut my mommy baby tube. Something they call fast metabolism, or something. I don’t know, I’m not the bio student in this relationship.” he replied, the sass heavily lacing his words. You mirrored his scoff.

“It’s called an umbilical cord, Jeon Wonwoo.” 

“Told you it wasn’t hard to identify the bio student between the both of us.” he nonchalantly said. You elbowed his chest and he groaned, chuckling not long after. He also planted a quick peck on your cheek. 

“You love me.” he cheekily remarked. You flashed a sarcastic smile, about to reply him with equal sarcasm until your phone rang. You fished for your phone in your pocket, Wonwoo resting his chin on your shoulder as you picked it up.

“Hello?” 

“Where are you when we need you the most?” your mom’s voice boomed over the phone. You flinched as you extended your hand holding the phone out. 

“You know it best that we have flooding customers at such a time and you decide that it’s best to go out and have fun while you let your parents suffer.” she continued with continuous vigor. You replied with a groan before telling her that you were going to be there in approximately fifteen. 

“You’re hanging out with that no good of a boy again, aren’t you?” she questioned. 

“Mom!” you exclaimed. 

“I’m telling you, he’s no good. Not does he only have a stable job, I’ve heard from other parents that he’s skipping school and perhaps that’s why you’re doing the-” you cut your mom off with shutting your phone, and turned your head to see Wonwoo with his eyes closed, a long sigh escaping his lips.

“Wonwoo.” you called out. He peeked an eye open.

“Do you think if I eat more she’ll like me a little? Just a little?” he questioned, a cheeky smile present on his face. You blinked a few times rapidly, a laugh then escaping you.

“Wonwoo!” 

“What? I’m serious!” he replied, with a laugh as happy as yours before calming down, and planting another peck on the corner of your lips. You sighed in satisfaction, tugging the corners of your lips upwards to smile slightly.

“Don’t change. For anyone. Mom’s just a little sensitive because she has a bad impression of you. You’re... perfect already.” you said, which you considered to be awkward since your conversations rarely consisted of direct compliments.

“Takes a perfect human being to recognize another, huh, princess?” he once again replied. 

“You’re an idiot.” you responded, as much as you’d like to hold those words in since they were too corny for your preference, only to be replied with an even cornier Wonwoo.

“Your idiot. Without the ‘an’ and without the apostrophe. I’m the English student.”

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Honestly I want to just make excuses about how this is so poorly written except I actually love the outcome of this. If the idea of the whole series is unclear, I’d like to repeat that this is in no particular chronological order, however with the same characters and traits and places and all that! I’m trying my best to write from a much more refreshing point of view that goes against typical stereotypes but let’s see how that’ll go! Obviously, this takes place way later than the first drabble. The confession and bad impression, perhaps, will go in another drabble. Perhaps! 

[wonw00s]

I Might Never Be Your Knight...

PERFECT SERIES; complete masterlist

You held in another little gasp from escaping yourself as you tightened the hug around your heavy books, your pair of glasses threatening to lose their grip on your ears. You huffed a loud sigh, blowing your bangs away from covering your vision, noting down a little reminder to cut your hair the next free day you get.

You arrived at your locker after a long walk past snickers and ignorant looks from those who, you thought, were so much more attractive than you, and so you thought there was nothing wrong with them judging the baggy sweater you were wearing and the skinny jeans that were clinging onto your slightly, visibly, larger thighs. Your hair was all over the place and the strands were the longest they’ve been as you were never fond of long hair in the first place. You’d always thought they were a hustle. You averted your eyes to your locker, eyes squinting, a little reminder that your glasses were only for reading and so you took them off, only to see that physical education was next. A desperate groan escaped your lips as you punched your locker weakly, whining at a minimum volume. 

“Don’t worry, it’s normal for a fatty like you to be groaning over physical education. Gym clothes, guys staring at your ass, what’s not to hate, right girls?” It was Yebin, or who the school loved to refer to as the Queenka. She wasn’t mean, but she did enjoy picking on those in a lower class than her, which she considers to be pretty much majority. Except if you’re physically attractive, then she’s a sweetheart.

You mimicked that menacing grin she has on her face, adding your own sarcastic features to complement that smile. 

“I mean, hey, that doctor did a pretty good job on your eyelids, Yebin.” you replied, shrugging gently as the whole crowd cheered at a remark coming from one who doesn’t talk much. She rolled her eyes, strutting away with her obnoxious heels clicking against the floor, together with her minions. 

Physical Education was something you’ve never excelled in. While fit people, like Yebin, are always able to run five basketball laps without any problem, there’s you who complains after half a lap. That day was not an exception.

There you were, sitting down in the changing room facing a large mirror, like a sweaty pig. Huh, maybe they were right about me being a sweaty pig. You thought to yourself, laughing a little with pure sincerity. It’s true, you knew your figure could probably look better, but it’s not like you hated it. 

You changed out of those disgusting gym clothes as quickly as possible, your hair even messier than usual - you didn’t think it was possible - as you made your way back to the locker. Of course, just like any typical drama slash fanfic you’ve ever gotten to know, the group of popular guys passed by you at that exact time. You’d be lying if you didn’t find them handsome. Heck, you’d be lying if you said you’ve never fantasized about them. One thing was true though, you were pretty sure that you don’t have a crush on any of them, well, at least, yet. 

The person you were closest to in the group was the only person in the group who took music, and everyone recognizes him as Woozi. However, one day you did find out that his real name was Jihoon, but you were never close enough for you to call him that. 

They passed by you with boisterous laughter, Woozi acknowledging your presence with a little nod and you could swear that the person at the back of the pack, Jeon Wonwoo, notoriously known for his bad reputation, was staring at you. Maybe it was his piercing gaze. Maybe he was daydreaming. Maybe you were too ugly. Maybe you had a crush on him to catch him staring in the first place. But he really was staring. 

The stare that seemed to last for only a second seemed slow motion to you and you soon arrived back at your locker, where the lock was visibly tampered with. Freaking bullies. You thought. You closed your eyes and prayed for the best, for nothing to burst the heck out of itself at you, or at least make sure all the books inside were intact. And then you opened it and waited. 

Nothing.

Well, not really.

Sitting there was a cold water bottle, together with your favorite Choco Pie next to it, a little sticky note placed on top of your favorite treat. 

“Here’s a treat for completing two laps. p.s. no you do not look like some disgustingly wet farm animal.”

You blinked twice and tried to recall whether or not you’ve left this for yourself, as the thought of you having an admirer was. . . laughable. You looked left and right, left again and then right again, failing to catch a little smile that had formed on that naughtily handsome face, as he continued walking, also failing to catch the reason as to why he was walking behind the rest of his pack. 

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Yes, I am very aware of how little there is of Jeon Wonwoo but first please take the time to read this. I am starting a series of drabbles with no definite chronological timeline as of this moment and this is probably one of the earliest ones! Please look forward towards more of the same characters, with that said. This is also probably going to be the only drabble with minimum Wonwoo so please do forgive me! This will serve as a backstory, probably? There is no definite planning as of the moment, so stay tuned! 

[wonw00s]

PERFECT SERIES ; THE MASTERLIST.

Hola! This is going to be a series of Wonwoo drabbles, taking place in the same era, with the same characters, and the same character traits as well! As the title suggests, these scenarios are purely based off my cheesily cliche imaginations inspired by One Direction’s Perfect (great song). This is a very ambitious yet vague thing I’ve always wanted to do, so please support me! Do take note that there is no chronological order! Enjoy! Do leave comments! Drabbles that are done are in bold and are linked! 

I Might Never Be Your Knight In Shining Armor. ; school life + slice of life

I Might Never Be The One You Take Home To Mother. ; fluff

And I Might Never Be The One Who Brings You Flowers. ; 

But I Can Be The One, Be The One Tonight. ; 

When I First Saw You From Across The Room. ; 

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pjo couples text posts!!

art by @indigonite (because their art is the best thing everr)

[wonw00s]

C UTE

[wonw00s]

You’re Welcome

You scanned the full length mirror for the nth time, jaw still dropped at the drastic transformation you didn’t know your mom was capable of. The person you saw dawned a sleeveless white gown, one that reached your knees and had a simple ribbon tightened around your waist. Your eyes were graced with perfectly winged eyeliner and your cheeks were a natural tint of pink. Your hair had been curled and let loose, accenting your inner doll. Your mother placed her hands on your shoulders, smiling with pride. 

“There we go.” she whispered, dusting off the ends of your dress. “Now get out there or lover boy will have to wait a moment longer.” you rolled your eyes at this.

“C’mon, Mom, we both know that Mingyu’s only my best friend and the only reason he’s coming with me is because I can’t get myself a date.” Or at least can’t get myself to ask my actual crush out.  

“Boys and girls can’t just be friends, Dear.” your mom said once again, taking out her camera. You put on your heels, flashing a little smile before hugging your beloved mom and kissing her on the cheek.

“Well, I’ll prove you wrong, dear mother. I’ll be back before 10!” you informed, rushing your way to open your door only to be welcomed by a guy in a dashing suit. Except not exactly the guy you were expecting.

“Jeon. . Wonwoo?” you managed to ask, your inner self finding it quite hard to comprehend what was happening. He was speechless for a quick second, discreetly eyeing you head to toe before letting out a little cough, his fingers immediately loosening his tie. 

“Well, I’m glad that introductions aren’t needed or that would’ve been awkward.” he replied, saying your name as well with a tone of that of a question’s.

“Yes, that would be me.” you confirmed. “I’m sorry, but you must have the wrong house. Your buddy Kim Mingyu should be showing up.” you reluctantly said, despite your mind telling you to grab the opportunity. But that would be selfish and that wouldn’t be right.

A confused expression was etched across Wonwoo’s face, his nose scrunching up lightly - which you thought was the cutest gesture ever - before speaking again. 

“Huh, that’s funny. I’m pretty sure I told Mingyu to help me ask my crush out to prom. Who knew she’d actually fall for him instead?” he replied casually, his hands now stuffed in his pockets as he shrugged, eyes never leaving yours. You blinked for a few times, your cheeks getting redder by the second, and not because of the blush this time.

“Your. . crush?” you questioned, a little squeak escaping your lips - a habit of yours when you were nervous. Wonwoo chuckled, his hand reaching out to grab yours, fingers immediately intertwining each other’s. 

“Yes, silly. I couldn’t bring myself to ask you to prom since I thought I didn’t stand a chance with Mingyu always around you, and then he told me everything.” he explained, both of your heads hung low at his shy confession. He interrupted the quick session with another cough.

“So, enough about me. Tell me a little something about yourself, besides the fact that you can make something as simple as a white dress rethink my decision about no getting married any time soon.” he continued, shooting a flirty wink your way, which resulted in you emitting a laugh, stepping out and locking the door behind you. You inched yourself closer to him and pecked his cheek.

“I like you a lot.” you confessed, and you swore you’ve never seen anyone else grin as hard as Wonwoo. 

“Way ahead of you, baby girl.” he teased. “So will you go to prom with me?”

“Hey, I’m not willing to put on thick makeup and an annoying dress only to go to prom with someone as lame as Kim Mingyu.” he raised his eyebrow at your vague answer.

“That’s a yes, idiot.” 

“Best christmas present ever.” he declared, his arm wrapped around your shoulder possessively. At this note, your phone vibrated, a text showing itself on the screen of your phone. You swiped quickly and read the simple message, smiling like an idiot to yourself.

Meangyu (1) : You’re welcome you snot. Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding! 

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Merry Christmas, readers! This was supposed to be a shy wonwoo but as you can see I can never seem to leave out cocky wonwoo in any of my scenarios - i don’t know about you but ugh I’ve always imagined wonwoo to be shy at first and cocky once you get to know him, but the good cocky of course! Here’s a christmas gift for you all! Sorry this is so poorly written!

[wonw00s]

Angel.

A soft knock on your window startled your sleeping self as you squinted an eye open, your blurry vision giving in to a view of your beloved boyfriend of years after a few seconds. You closed your eyes and mumbled a little prayer of gratitude, smiling meekly to yourself before sitting up, walking towards the window afterwards to allow him in. He stumbled a little as he made his way into your spacious room, and sat himself on the window sill, his eyes locking with yours for a minute or two. Despite the glaring night sky with almost no stars, his eyes were wild and bright, speaking to you the unspoken stories. 

The first thing you did was inspect his physical state. He was stumbling, for one, which meant he had to lay down as quickly as possible. His face held a few scars and bruises, his soft cheeks no longer fragile and his cheekbones even more accented. He was breathing in an improper order but nonetheless he was breathing steadily. His hair was disheveled and strands were out of place. You managed a soft smile, leaning closer to fix those naughty strands, Wonwoo taking the opportunity to claim your lips into a sweet kiss. 

The kiss was a pure, innocent one, a very short one that lasted for five seconds at most. You pulled away, managing to let out a little mumble.

“You’re still alive.” Wonwoo nodded at this, forcing out a low, unamused chuckle, which you knew was only for the sake of calming you down, which did not go a great job.

“Still am, angel. You’re going to need more than five men and weak fighting skills to outweigh a fallen angel.” he replied in a cheeky tone. You shook your head, not being able to stop a little smile from spreading across your cheeks at such a smooth answer. 

“Come here.” you whispered, dragging him to stand up, his height towering a few centimeters above yours, and then sat him down on the edge of your comfortable bed. You gave his hand a little squeeze and proceeded to take your fist aid kit, something you’ve always been prepared with ever since the start of your relationship, especially after you found out who, or what, Wonwoo truly was.

You tended to his wounds, his eyes never leaving your worrying eyes, and the alcohol coming in contact with his blood should’ve hurt, but he wasn’t human, and it still made you wonder sometimes. He emitted another chuckle.

“Angel.” he called out, and you hummed in response, fingers not planning to stop until you could see his pale skin under all those scars. His hands wrapped themselves around yours and you gasped internally at how warm his palms were and how cold yours were.

“Angel, look at me. Maybe I’m not as great looking as how I used to look - because I’ve had better days, trust me - but I’m fine, so stop worrying.” he mumbled as he pushed the back of your palms to his lips. You wanted to roll your eyes so badly. 

“You read my thoughts again, didn’t you?” you questioned, even though you were sure you already had the answer. 

Couldn’t help it. his voice resonated in your mind, causing you to shake your head once again. This boy never runs out of surprises, doesn’t he? 

Wonwoo then proceeded to sit you on his lap, your back pressed against his hard chest - which probably had even more bruises than visible - his cheek tightly leaning against the crook of your neck. 

Angel. his voice continued, his eyes shut tight this time. You look beautiful when you’re worried and I didn’t even know that was possible. I appreciate how worried you can especially get but I can’t feel pain, remember? At least, physical pain. he chuckled. But you being worried right now, angel? It’s sending me to the depths of guilt that’s making me rethink my decisions, and you know I’m not supposed to. This is how I live, whether I like it or not. I would love to spend just all day cuddling in bed with you, but life isn’t easy, and I’m sorry you have to deal with such a nuisance. These scars you see? I should be the one worried that you’re not falling for me as hard as you fell when you first saw me. You elbowed his chest, resulting in a little laugh from him, a playful frown displayed across your face.

“That’s more like it.” he mumbled against a little patch of skin, sending electrifying butterfly kisses all across the side of your neck. 

“Wonwoo, I loved you two years ago, and I think you’re doing nothing but make me love you even more today, and I’m afraid to even think about how much I’m going to love you tomorrow.” you confessed shyly. 

“Took you long enough to decipher why I’ve been so afraid to be around you too, huh? Feeling’s mutual, angel.” was his quick reply.

—

oh my god I can’t believe I just incorporated a fallen angel au of Wonwoo see you all in hell plus if this gets good responses then I’ll consider making this a series of drabbles!! I’m also very excited about this weeeeee.

[wonw00s]

This One Time

Another bead of sweat rolled down the side of your face as you mopped the floor. A forced cough interrupted your work and you looked up only to be greeted by your boyfriend. Boss. Whichever. Both. You rolled your eyes and halted your job, crossing your arms while raising a brow. 

“What is it this time, young master?” you asked, thick sarcasm lacing your voice. He glared playfully before breaking his facade, a little whine escaping his lips.

“I thought we agreed on the names when we’re alone!” you let out a sigh, carefully checking sideways before wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist. 

“What is it, Wonwoo?” you said, tightening your hug around him, the both of you getting more comfortable by the second. The corners of his lips were tugged upwards into a childish grin, his arms encircling themselves around your figure, and you let out another sigh of relief. A sense of protection had always been effortlessly radiated by him whenever he’s around. 

“That’s more like it.” he mumbled against your forehead, fingers tugging on the ends of your hair in a comforting and gentle manner. You let out a soft chuckle, reluctantly pulling away. Or, at least, try to. It was hard with Wonwoo’s tight hug. 

“C’mon, Wonwoo, as much as I love you and your hugs, I’m getting paid to clean and I still have to feed myself, so let go!” you cried, only to result in a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Won-” a kiss.

“Wonwoo I’m-” another kiss. 

“Serious-” and yet another kiss.

You mustered up the fiercest glare you could come up with, and Wonwoo’s infamous low laughter echoed through the walls. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” he questioned, tilting his head feigning innocence, his arms never leaving your waist. You sighed for the nth time, this time a defeated one, and went back on hugging him. 

“Alright, maybe this one time.” you gave in, the two of you sharing another kiss after Wonwoo goes through another round of laughter. — And there we have it! This is honestly the first scenario I’ve ever written about Wonwoo and this was supposed to be a fluffy prompt in which you work as Wonwoo’s household’s maid but ugh I don’t think that’s enough portrayal. Oh well. Thoughts and comments are very welcomed! 

[an-exotic-writer]

Kai : Don't Give Up [Scenario]

“Angel! I got you something!” Kai hollered happily as he came through the door, grinning widely when he had easily spotted you on the sofa. There’s my angel, he thought. He gently kicked the door shut before he danced his way towards you with him holding onto a medium sized box with two hands. He smiled like a little kid for doing something right when he placed the box of chocolate cake on the table, smiling down on you heavenly.

“Guess what’s in the box?” He chimed, kneeling down where he was only met with a silent response when you didn’t say anything. Your eyes were avoiding his as your head hung low, fingers fiddling with one another nervously and that’s when he felt a deep tug in his heart, but he continued smiling when you weren’t at all. His hands placed on your knees where he made you flinch but you managed to keep eye contact away from him. “K-Kai, could you take a seat?” You asked quietly in a hushed voice.

Suddenly the atmosphere was switched and flipped over just like that. You sounded so fragile and so soft that it made Kai ponder upon what had happened when he left. Gulping, he didn’t dare to question anything else when he got up just to slide on the sofa where he sat down beside you as calm as he could – trying his absolute best not to show you that he was actually afraid with what you were going to say.

You held your breath when his hand was holding onto yours, he laced them together with his eyes glazing with worry as he stared at you. “A-Angel, what’s wrong…?” He croaked out unsurely, not liking one bit of what was bound to happen but he knew he had to remain calm.

You swallowed hard and gave his hand a tight squeeze, not really sure on how you should phrase your words but you decided to close your eyes shut. Kai gasped silently, heart pounding as he turned you by your shoulders when he swore he could see that you were going to cry. He wanted to prevent that so badly even though he didn’t know what was about to come. His lips quivered as he framed your cheeks, lifting your face up so he could see your face clearly even with your eyes shut.

He shifted closer, thighs pressed against yours close before he whispered on your lips, “Angel… What’s wrong?”

You didn’t know how you could face him as you said this, which is why you kept your eyes shut as you spoke. “Remember that time you told me, you loved me no matter what?”

He frowned, eyebrows furrowing as he nodded once determinedly, “Yes, angel. I love you with all my heart.” He shook your face delicately, “Please look at me and speak.”

You shook your head, brushing his hands away before you tried to turn away but he kept you in place when his hands were firm on your shoulders. “Angel…” He rasped while you pressed your eyes shut tighter, “And remember you said that you will never find any other girl?”

Kai was left speechless, he was so shocked yet terrified with what was going to come. Why were you acting like this?

“Y-Yes, angel. You know that from the bottom of your heart but please,” He rubbed circles under your eyes carefully, “Please tell me what’s going on.”

You licked your lips uncertainly before letting them part – Kai could see how nervous you were when your fingers were still playing with one another, lips trembling as if you were shivering cold. Kai’s final plead to you made you blurt out everything, “Please…”

“I… I have cancer.” You muttered painfully, lips sealing shut after that. Kai felt his heart falling down to the floor as he stared at you. With his hands shaking on your shoulders, he gripped on tighter, lips parted in disbelief, “W-What?”

“I’ll be going for surgery in a few days and… the doctor doesn’t know if it’s the risk I should take because the cancer cells are spreading in my body. He’s going to try his best to remove it all and I’ll be going for radiotherapy after that if I…”

Your eyes finally opened, meeting his sadly, “If I survive.” Your voice grew quieter.

Kai’s lips couldn’t close, his eyes glazed with deeper worry and you could’ve almost seen a tear rolling down his cheek but he blinked the tears away. You sniffed a little, bringing him to his senses as you brushed his hands off your shoulders just to hold onto them on your lap where you sighed. “So, I guess it’s best that…”

“That we…” You added in, not sure if your heart can take it if you were to say these words but you had no chance to when Kai crushed you in his embrace, arms wrapped around your figure tight with him burying his face in your hair. “No,” Was the first word he said after what you had told him.

“No,” He repeated that word again, with more pain this time.

“No.” The final word he said, arms tugging around you tighter as his voice contained more despair – he felt so hurt as he hugged you as if today was the last day he was going to. “I’m not letting you go because of this, you can’t leave.” He muttered into your hair, pulling away where he looked down on you, in tears as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs even though he needed someone to do it for him, “You’re going to go for that surgery and I’ll be waiting. You’ll be fine and you’ll go through the radiotherapy. I’ll be here every step of the way.” Kai sounded so desperate, so needy as he muttered these words of love but he meant every single one of it.

He then resulted to kissing your lips once hurriedly before he leaned his forehead against yours, a tear finally escaping his eye as it rolled down his cheek, “And you’ll be fine after that. We’ll live our life with the promises we made and we’re going to make every one of it into a reality.”

You didn’t want to crash his hopes and dreams – nor did you want to burn yours but you didn’t want him to have false hope.

The doctor had already warned you that this surgery can either resolve everything, or it could make everything worse.

What if something went wrong during the surgery? What if your body couldn’t take it? What if by the time the doctor tried to do something, something bad would happen? What if you didn’t survive even after the surgery?

What if you couldn’t have your happily ever after with Kai?

You didn’t know what to expect…

Your head shook on it’s own with a sigh, “K-Kai, we can’t just assume everything will be fin-“

“Well it will be!” He raised his voice as it cracked in the middle – it finally showed you that Kai is deeply hurt by this. “And why didn’t you tell me?! Why didn’t you tell me earlier so that I could cherish my days even more with you?!”

His hands moved to shake you by your shoulders vigorously, “Tell me why!”

“Because now I’m left to just a few more days with you. A few more days until you go for the surgery and there’s not much I can do with you!”

Your breathing grew shallower, eyes staring at Kai sadly as you didn’t know what to say. You never knew he would react like this but it was only because he loved you so much. He couldn’t bear to lose you; never in a million years, he would never want you to be gone from his life.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” You whispered and he resulted to crying when his damp of tears in his heart broke. The deep realization of losing you, of not being able to see you everyday, of not being able to hold you in his arms, not being able to kiss you, hug you, make love to you, not being able to even build a family yet with you, of not being able to see your gorgeous face when you smile, laughed and giggled because of him; of not having his angel by his side.

It all made him cry harder.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” He sobbed while you hushed him, eyes closing to prevent the incoming tears when he buried his face in the crook of your neck, damping your skin with his heartfelt tears.

“I don’t want to leave either, Kai…” You mumbled quietly and he sniffed on your neck, lifting his chin where you could see the redness in his eyes but you couldn’t say anything when he spoke, “Then promise you’ll fight for me. Fight through this cancer – for me. For us. Please just… please…”

He shook his head with a small hiss, “I can’t bear to lose you, angel. I can’t. I don’t want to.”

You nodded once with a small frown, hands creeping up to wipe his tears away, “I promise.”

Your eyes closed again when he tugged you in his arms where he kissed the side of your head, still calming himself down while you did the same to stop crying. Your arms gingerly went around his body to have him closer when he whispered, “Don’t you dare give up.” 

[wonw00s]

i'm ok

[an-exotic-writer]

Kai : Under The Rain [Sequel to 'Now You Know'; Request]

Now You Know > Under The Rain

 Kai brought himself towards the bed where he had lifted up the pair of shoes. There was even a note on the lid of the box that he picked that up after he placed the shoes down just to flip the card open where your handwriting came to view.

‘I hope this surprises you, baby boy! Wear them and show them how incredibly good you can dance in. Show me some moves too, hmm? I love you and I’m sorry for showing up late. I’ll try to make it up on time now. ♥’

He shook his head uncertainly as he put the lid down. He noticed how suddenly he heard grumbles from the sky and when his head turned to look out the window, it was already pouring down heavily. His eyes widened like saucers as he looked over to see that you left your jacket behind. He hissed sharply but he moved quick to run out of the door with him grabbing an umbrella before he left.

“Damn my luck.” You mumbled, managing to find shelter in a phone booth nearby your apartment. You sighed and leaned your back against the phone where you remained like that as you waited for the rain to stop. There weren’t anybody passing by at this hour considering of how late it was. Let alone with the number of cars on the road that you closed your eyes.

You heard soft foot steps that splattered their way towards you that you opened your eyes meekly to see that Kai was in front of you with an umbrella hovering above him. You gulped at him and turned your head to the side, “What do you want?”

He felt a deep kick in his gut, but he proceeded to ask, “Dance with me, angel.”

You scoffed incredulously before you looked at him with your lips parted, “What?”

You couldn’t even finish what you had to say when he had let his umbrella fall from his hands when he used both hands to tug you out of the phone booth, under the pouring rain with him holding you in place. Without realizing, he had lured you away to the side by the phone booth where you were at the side of the road with no incoming cars to stop this moment. Kai’s arms around your waist as he swayed you to move in a slow dance with the rain aiding to be the background music.

Your breath hitched when Kai spun you around once without hesitation, making you come back into his arms where he hugged you close. Your feet shuffled before they started to pick up with Kai’s movements and he smiled down on you when you followed quick. He lifted your chin up with a hand and he sighed at you in guilt.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his and in this split second, the two of you had said at the same time, “I’m sorry.”

You blinked at him unsurely while he did the same to you. He saw how you kept quiet that he had taken the leap to speak. “I’m sorry that I didn’t listen at first and how I didn’t understand that you were working hard… just for the shoes I wanted.”

He framed your cheeks delicately where he stroked the under of your eyes, “I’m so sorry, angel…”

You shook your head a little with a small frown, “I… I’m sorry too. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you and I get that it’s tiring to keep on waiting for me but, I just-“ He hushed you quietly, arms snaking around your waist where he made you come closer just so you could bury your face in his warm, wet chest despite the fact you two were in the pouring rain. It made your heart flutter when Kai moved your arms to put it around his neck where he made you hug him like that with your feet dancing slowly in sync with him.

“Let’s just let it all go, angel. We’ll try to work things out better.”

You smiled and looked up to him when he pressed his forehead down on yours lovingly, “I think that’ll be great, Kai…”

With that, he engaged you into a small kiss that slowly turn into a full on kiss when his lips remained on yours for a long while, moving delicately against yours with the rain patting down on you two as if this was some cliché scene from a sappy movie but at this moment, you felt like the only girl in the world being able to be loved by such an amazing guy. Somehow, you couldn’t help but ask, “Kai?” You called him quietly and he hummed in response, just enjoying this slow dance under the rain.

“Didn’t it cross your mind that we could get sick?”

He chuckled at your somewhat, logical thinking but he shook his head, “Not at all, angel.”

You frowned, “What if we do get sick?”

He snickered, eyes opening where he looked down on you lovingly. He pecked your lips once before he whispered on your lips, “At least we could call in sick together. It’ll be perfect just lazing around in bed with you all day…”

“We’ll be sick, Kai! It’s not fun to be sick…”

He tsk-‘ed and hushed you, pulling you close where he buried his face into your hair. “Just enjoy this with me. It’s not everyday you get to dance under the rain.” 

[wonw00s]

f uckkk

[blondejongin]

kim jongin; forever scared of everything and anything

[wonw00s]

especially jongin's. < 3 

gif not mine! 

[blondejongin]

/slowly unbuttons a wet jongin’s shirt

[wonw00s]

FUCK

[purpleuhan-deactivated20190116]

jongkid makes an appearance

[lovely-fany]

[wonw00s]

34-6/∞ gifs of Goddess Hwang 

[umikosound]

[yeowangs]

[tipannies-deactivated20160218]

tiffany’s biggest fear: bugs