wc ā 925 summary ā thereās something so beautiful and so precious about wonwooās mind that words couldnāt begin to conceptualize. warnings ā fluff fluff fluff !!!! listen to ā superpowers by daniel caesar an ā i have had this in my wips for well over a year. i started writing it when i was rly depressed, and honestly never planned on finishing or posting it. it was a love letter of sorts, because wonwoo is one of my biggest guides in mental health, and when iām upset and donāt know how to fix the storm in my mind, heās who i look to. heās everything to me. however, i finished it last month after getting a second wind, and figured itād be best to post this on his birthday. hbd wonwoo, and enjoy ā”
his body gets smaller as crouches down on the side of the street, nimble fingers reaching in his coat pocket for a treat to feed the cat he found in the middle of your walk together. his smile is soft, fond, eyes sparkling as he holds it out, murmuring softly as the cat slowly comes forward. itās so simple, but such a beautiful scene, seeing an animal so stuck on independence easily give into the man. your heart aches, not even from how your boyfriend acts, but the pure delicacy of the scene tugs at your heartstrings. you can only appreciate him more. in such silence, simply being a bystander of such fond, pure, but so incredibly simple moments, your heart feels full. even when he turns to you, finished with the moment that you hadnāt even realized had ended, youāre speechless. no, you canāt look him in his teasing eyes and explain to him why you feel so in love, watching him find joy in the world around him, scenes so plain that theyāre nothing to write home about. your entire body feels warm, your entire being full of adoration. all that comes out when he asks whatās up with you is a dry huff of air, because how? how are you supposed to describe this feeling?
one day, he shows you some of the pages of his journal. yes, thatās the one. the one where he writes everything he feels, all the angry, the sad, the happy, the stuff that doesnāt make sense. the kind of things you write down so you can start to make sense of it. he shows it to you, and the first page is almost like a scrapbook. glued to the page are three polaroid photos, oneās heās messed with to look vintage. one shows the sidewalk, grass and wildflowers peeking through the cracks. the next is at the beach, and you see a hand drawing in the sand with a stick. it seems like yours, definitely is when you see yours and his initials written in the sand. finally, the last photo is of a weeping willow, flowing in the wind, under the streetlights at a time thatās surely after midnight.
not even the cheapest art gallery would accept these photos. but, does it even matter? you donāt get it, but you can see where the special parts come in, you can look through the lens of his camera, his glasses, and see just what makes these photos so special to him. again, itās the simplicity that plucks the air from his lungs, now yours. all that he needs to see for a moment to deserve room in his sd card is one thingā life. and you do sob upon seeing the tiny writing at the bottom, written hastily and microscopically as if itās a secret not even safe enough to be written in confidence; now, my world is full of color.
when his birthday comes, your eyes well up with tears when you think of all the time youāve had with him. thereās no way, in any language created on earth, that you could express all the feelings he ignites in you. heās.. liberating, healing, hell, heās your savior. yet none of these words equate to the amount of love in your heart. it rattles your bones, makes your blood rush with a fervor that makes your mind race and your vision blur. every one of us was made with something unique inside us, he says to you, all humans are special. but how can that be said? no human who has or will ever walk this earth is like him. no one is as pure, as well-minded, as beautiful or as kind-hearted as him.
these words come out jumbled when you think them aloud, but with teary eyes and a fifty-cent pen you write out every word that has been said thus far, and hand it to him on paper, paired with nothing but a pressed wildflower, dried with the weight of novels you share. anyone else might find this cheap, lazy, dumb in terms of a gift meant to celebrate the person getting older. it pales in comparison to the absolute poetry he spews to you on a whim. but, you know him. the flower, plucked straight from the wilderness outside, as simple as the life he has shown you and taught you to appreciate. a letter, so messy, unorganized and ruined with tear stains. prose completely unformatted and simply a chaotic expression of love and adoration. itās not much, but in the eyes of you and him, itās everything. your entire heart, cut out and bared for him to hold onto forever.
when you give it all to him, your whole being put on a silver platter, heās overjoyed. the smile on his face is shining, sweet but subtle, and even if his reaction on the outside is small, itās so easy to just know that it means so much more. like your own little language where expressions are how you communicate, the hug he gives you, the deep breath he takes to accommodate for the swelling of his heart, it says it all. it means a thank you, an i love you, and a million other things that spoken words cannot convey. jeon wonwoo is so strong, so beautiful, so pure in body and soul, and it will forever be impossible to convey that feeling to your whole world directly, so you make sure to remind him with the simple, little things, coined as the special way you always have and always will do for each other.
life is really hard. thereās so many obstacles, so many things that people have to deal with, losing their footing every day in a world that theyāre still trying to navigate. thereās not a single person who has done this before. it only gets worse the older you get, and thatās something youāve felt nothing but dread thinking about. itās scary, getting older. for you, it just leaves more room for you to feel sentimental and reminisce on moments that you wonāt be able to experience again, even the moment where you sit right here, lingering on such a thought. itās all fleeting, and itās scary to know that these last seconds of joy, happy memories of a certain era of life, are slipping through your fingers. even if thereās more to come.
the years fly by faster and faster, the longer you spend your time on this planet. even the summer, such a small fraction of the year, feels like it only lasts a week. the whole season smushed into seven days, days which youāve spent on vacation with only one person. coincidentally, the same person you see when you think of the past however many years. thereās not a single person youāre more grateful for knowing, having met him as a child, keeping him by your side for your whole life.you remember it so clearly, over ten, nearly twenty years ago when you were knock kneed and second guessing every step you took. he saw you, and without thinking twice about it, he took you under his wing and hasnāt let you go ever since.
it was embarrassingly obvious that you were lonely, someone people didnāt like much, no matter where you went. you were used to navigating things on your own, and without the help of others, simply keeping to yourself and finding your own way. he was so bold, he didnāt even give you room to debate before claiming you as his best friend, helping you find your wings and become who you are today. you truly couldnāt credit anyone with their assistance in your success except him. he became someone you could lean on, and he quickly became your best friend, your crutch. it was easy to fall into a sort of dynamic where you were like family, being adopted by his own and becoming an extreme part of your life.
as you lay on this lounge chair, skin to skin while watching the waves sparkle under the moonlight, all you can help to do is reminisce on the time youāve had with seungcheol. thereās not much time left until his special day, until he turns 30, welcoming you and all your friends into the third, melancholy decade of your life. with your head against his bare chest, you feel his heartbeat slow and his breathing go back to normal as the minutes tick by. yet, you still canāt seem to catch your breath. it feels like just yesterday you were cowering behind cheolās teenage, yet still very broad shoulders while he introduced you to his other friends. you blinked and suddenly youāre no longer chasing him down the boardwalk, beer bottle spilling over your hand as you race to the beach, tumbling through the sand when you catch him. you donāt do that anymore. youāre in the same place you walked all those years ago, except this time you guys donāt play fight in the sand, donāt get shitfaced and do all the reckless things you used to. now, youāve found love, sitting with him on a secluded area of the beach, laying on top of him with barely any clothing separating the two of you, reminiscing on the past almost-twenty years that youāve known each other.
this makes your heart hurt, your anxiety kick in. youāre so, so grateful that all of your youth was spent with him. there was nothing but pure joy, and you still have that now, but thereās something in you that feels nothing but pure dread, knowing that the youth you were so used to is going away. not completely, but itās morphing into something different, and youāre not sure how ready you are to take that on. not long after cheolās birthday, itāll be jeonghan, jisoo.. and youāre right there with them. soon enough everyone else will follow suit, and you really couldnāt put it into words just how much that freaks you out. thereās no way to explain it. when you look up at cheol, the arm that isnāt wrapped around you rests under his head, and his gaze is set on the sky above you both. he looks so beautiful, completely relaxed, face reflecting nothing but serenity as he lays with you. youāre envious of that, of his calm state of being, and happiness towards his special day and what comes after. eventually he catches your gaze, and he smiles softly, pulling you closer to give you a kiss. smooth, soft, and full of all the tranquility you wish you were feeling.
ātalk to me.ā he says, and you almost wanna curse at the way he knows you so well, immediately sensing the weight on your mind.
you sigh, āi just.. i donāt understand how youāre so calm.ā
he chuckles, sitting up a little to place you properly between his legs. with your back to his chest, he wraps his arms tight around your torso. āwhat do you mean? should i be scared? am i gonna die tomorrow?ā
you smile, just barely, a little huff of air leaving your lips. āno, no.. iām talking about, like.. about growing up. youāre happy. embracing it. i donāt get that.ā
he hums lowly, kissing your crown. āfirst of all, we grew up a long time ago. and of course iām happy to be getting older. sure, weāve come a long way, and i am entering a different stage, but itās exciting to see what comes with it. personally, iām especially excited to see how sexy i get once iām thirty..ā he laughs, nuzzling into your nape when you let out a little giggle.
āand.. youāre not afraid to lose what youāve had in your twenties?ā you look up at him, so much vulnerability, genuinely worried about this predicament, and you can see the way he softens at it.
he shakes his head, ānope. because iāll always have those memories to keep. and i have you, the kids.. you guys are a part of my twenties. am i gonna lose you all after the next..ā he checks his watch, āfifteen minutes?ā
immediately youāre shaking your head, leaning into him impossibly close. āno! of course not.. youāll have me, them, for forever.ā
āwell? there you have it then. iām not losing my twenties, or any of my youth for that matter, by turning thirty. i still have you all with me, and iāll keep you until i die. and even after that.ā he emphasizes the last part with a kiss to your temple.
you nod your head. āi just feel like life keeps moving. and it keeps getting faster, but i canāt keep up. i donāt remember the years getting so short, you know?ā you fight the way you get a little choked up the longer you talk, but he notices, as always, hands starting to rub against your waist.
this time, he has to take a moment to think, going silent to think of a response. āi understand how youāre feeling. i think that way more than iād like to admit, but..ā he pauses again, āthereās nothing we can do but look up, right? not everything has to be at the pace youāve set for yourself. you donāt have to be what everyone expects you to be right now. whatever part of life youāre ready for, whichever part you want to be, iāll be here to love you and support you through it, okay?ā he holds you by your chin, keeping eye contact while he speaks, pouting slightly to help push his point, jerking his head to force your verbal response when you nod. he smiles satisfactorily when he hears your little okay, leaning in to give you kisses, on your lips and all over your face.
ānow. no more sadness, okay? thereās one minute left, and my birthday wish is for us all to be happy. happiness only, ākay?ā he noses the crook of your neck, laughing when you flinch at the little kisses that tickle your skin.
seungcheolās phone rings, jeonghan calling, and you know that means itās hit midnight, and you reach for it to hang up on him. you turn to face him, reaching for the little cupcake set beside you. iāll be the first one, you mumble, lighting the candle before looking at him with a smile. as you start singing, his face shines so bright under the orange glow of the flame, smile so wide and perfect, even after all these years. as the song comes to a close, you feel much more excitement towards the future than you previously had, even if itās not by much. seungcheolās eyes fall shut as you end the song, adding a few extra notes to be fancy, laughing as he makes his wish and blows the candle out.
āhappy birthday, my cheollie.ā with a finger you wipe icing on his cheek, immediately going in to kiss it off. when you try going back in a second time, he turns his head, holding you against his lips by the back of your head. this time, itās a little more romantic than the last few, his hands holding your body as close to him as it can get.
he pulls away, not by far, your foreheads touching, āthank you, baby girl.ā he kisses you again, āi canāt wait to spend my thirties and forever with you.ā
wc ā 751 total warnings ā diva/sassy man apocalypse (ryul), thc + alc mention (ohyul) an ā as a nail tech i couldnāt keep myself from writing abt nails !!! i will do woojin and louis as soon as i have an idea of what to write abt.. this was supposed to be ot4 but i was SO stuck !!! i gave up sry
ryul ā
ryul is almost more feminine than you in the sense that his instagram is very meticulously crafted, his feed overly aesthetic, only four to five posts up, all of which are carefully created photo dumps.
he has probably only two highlights, one for those dumb photos when you two go out where he stops you like, baby, please get a photo of me right here. this is so tough, and itās just a pic of him looking at his feet that he pairs with his trap song of the day.
the other one is a little more special, because itās all of you. thatās the one time youāre okay with his nitpicky photo sessions, where heās (playfully) barking orders and pouting when you say youāre tired and itās stupid.
the best photo sessions for his āgfā highlights are the faceless ones, like a photo of his hand in the back pocket of your shorts, or a mirror āfit checkā photo thatās really just to show him kissing your cheek. the true best ones though, are him
showing off your nails. black, studded, ryul style in bold font on the ring finger, and any kind of
design that just screams your shared aesthetic.
ācome.ā heāll take your hand, guiding it to rest on his chest, fingers splayed against the muscle, hidden under a black tank. āperfect. take a photo like that.ā then heāll have you take another one, this time of your fingers wrapped around his bicep, photo capturing a fresh set laying right atop a vein. once heās satisfied, heāll post a collage style story with all the photos you took, a random song added and the caption āpaid by me.ā yeah, the photoshoot process is annoying, but itās just because ryul loves you and wants to show you off.
ohyul ā
the music is booming, you have absolutely no clue what ohyul or any of your friends have been saying to you, but the thc in your system makes it so you donāt care. they probably donāt know what theyāre saying either, so itās chill.
ohyul stands behind you at the couch, you know heās there just by his scent. he reaches around you to press his can to your lips, offering you a sip, which you take and scrunch your face at the flavor. he pulls it away, and some girl behind you asks your boyfriend for her own sip. from his can. and you know she didnāt just switch her tone from all cute to bitchy when you snap your head around.
he notices, and just smiles at you, before it drops so he can address the girl. the box is over there, you read his lips, and thatās all he says before turning his attention back to you. taking your hand, he leads you out to the back patio. the music is quieter, but still loud, and thereās less people nearby. thereās maybe three or four people, and theyāre all locked in on cup pong.
you run your hands up his chest, nails scratching his skin over his black tee. they slide up and lock around his neck, bringing him down to your lips. he kisses you once, laughing into it, but quits when you kiss him back with the bite you only give when your alone. the kind of energy that tells him youāre ready to boss him around how he likes.
āwhat, are you jealous?ā you hum in response to him, pushing yourself into him and kissing him again. āi did everything i was supposed to. except ignore her, sorry.ā
āmm.ā you prop your chin on his shoulder, eyes falling shut. his hands land on your hips, warm and comforting when he presses his thumbs into your skin. not that it was hard to tell, but heās always tuned to your moods and knows just what to do when youāre upset.
your eyes open for just a second and you catch the glint of your nails in the corner of your eye. as if you discovered the next best invention, you pull your phone from your back pocket and pull up the camera. with just the bottom of your face in frame, you capture ohyulās broad shoulder, your nails splayed across it, his name on your ring finger perfectly in the center. pressing a kiss to his neck, you waste no time posting the photo to your story with a song that will definitely show people who your boyfriend belongs to, if nothing else gives it away.
life is really hard. thereās so many obstacles, so many things that people have to deal with, losing their footing every day in a world that theyāre still trying to navigate. thereās not a single person who has done this before. it only gets worse the older you get, and thatās something youāve felt nothing but dread thinking about. itās scary, getting older. for you, it just leaves more room for you to feel sentimental and reminisce on moments that you wonāt be able to experience again, even the moment where you sit right here, lingering on such a thought. itās all fleeting, and itās scary to know that these last seconds of joy, happy memories of a certain era of life, are slipping through your fingers. even if thereās more to come.
the years fly by faster and faster, the longer you spend your time on this planet. even the summer, such a small fraction of the year, feels like it only lasts a week. the whole season smushed into seven days, days which youāve spent on vacation with only one person. coincidentally, the same person you see when you think of the past however many years. thereās not a single person youāre more grateful for knowing, having met him as a child, keeping him by your side for your whole life.you remember it so clearly, over ten, nearly twenty years ago when you were knock kneed and second guessing every step you took. he saw you, and without thinking twice about it, he took you under his wing and hasnāt let you go ever since.
it was embarrassingly obvious that you were lonely, someone people didnāt like much, no matter where you went. you were used to navigating things on your own, and without the help of others, simply keeping to yourself and finding your own way. he was so bold, he didnāt even give you room to debate before claiming you as his best friend, helping you find your wings and become who you are today. you truly couldnāt credit anyone with their assistance in your success except him. he became someone you could lean on, and he quickly became your best friend, your crutch. it was easy to fall into a sort of dynamic where you were like family, being adopted by his own and becoming an extreme part of your life.
as you lay on this lounge chair, skin to skin while watching the waves sparkle under the moonlight, all you can help to do is reminisce on the time youāve had with seungcheol. thereās not much time left until his special day, until he turns 30, welcoming you and all your friends into the third, melancholy decade of your life. with your head against his bare chest, you feel his heartbeat slow and his breathing go back to normal as the minutes tick by. yet, you still canāt seem to catch your breath. it feels like just yesterday you were cowering behind cheolās teenage, yet still very broad shoulders while he introduced you to his other friends. you blinked and suddenly youāre no longer chasing him down the boardwalk, beer bottle spilling over your hand as you race to the beach, tumbling through the sand when you catch him. you donāt do that anymore. youāre in the same place you walked all those years ago, except this time you guys donāt play fight in the sand, donāt get shitfaced and do all the reckless things you used to. now, youāve found love, sitting with him on a secluded area of the beach, laying on top of him with barely any clothing separating the two of you, reminiscing on the past almost-twenty years that youāve known each other.
this makes your heart hurt, your anxiety kick in. youāre so, so grateful that all of your youth was spent with him. there was nothing but pure joy, and you still have that now, but thereās something in you that feels nothing but pure dread, knowing that the youth you were so used to is going away. not completely, but itās morphing into something different, and youāre not sure how ready you are to take that on. not long after cheolās birthday, itāll be jeonghan, jisoo.. and youāre right there with them. soon enough everyone else will follow suit, and you really couldnāt put it into words just how much that freaks you out. thereās no way to explain it. when you look up at cheol, the arm that isnāt wrapped around you rests under his head, and his gaze is set on the sky above you both. he looks so beautiful, completely relaxed, face reflecting nothing but serenity as he lays with you. youāre envious of that, of his calm state of being, and happiness towards his special day and what comes after. eventually he catches your gaze, and he smiles softly, pulling you closer to give you a kiss. smooth, soft, and full of all the tranquility you wish you were feeling.
ātalk to me.ā he says, and you almost wanna curse at the way he knows you so well, immediately sensing the weight on your mind.
you sigh, āi just.. i donāt understand how youāre so calm.ā
he chuckles, sitting up a little to place you properly between his legs. with your back to his chest, he wraps his arms tight around your torso. āwhat do you mean? should i be scared? am i gonna die tomorrow?ā
you smile, just barely, a little huff of air leaving your lips. āno, no.. iām talking about, like.. about growing up. youāre happy. embracing it. i donāt get that.ā
he hums lowly, kissing your crown. āfirst of all, we grew up a long time ago. and of course iām happy to be getting older. sure, weāve come a long way, and i am entering a different stage, but itās exciting to see what comes with it. personally, iām especially excited to see how sexy i get once iām thirty..ā he laughs, nuzzling into your nape when you let out a little giggle.
āand.. youāre not afraid to lose what youāve had in your twenties?ā you look up at him, so much vulnerability, genuinely worried about this predicament, and you can see the way he softens at it.
he shakes his head, ānope. because iāll always have those memories to keep. and i have you, the kids.. you guys are a part of my twenties. am i gonna lose you all after the next..ā he checks his watch, āfifteen minutes?ā
immediately youāre shaking your head, leaning into him impossibly close. āno! of course not.. youāll have me, them, for forever.ā
āwell? there you have it then. iām not losing my twenties, or any of my youth for that matter, by turning thirty. i still have you all with me, and iāll keep you until i die. and even after that.ā he emphasizes the last part with a kiss to your temple.
you nod your head. āi just feel like life keeps moving. and it keeps getting faster, but i canāt keep up. i donāt remember the years getting so short, you know?ā you fight the way you get a little choked up the longer you talk, but he notices, as always, hands starting to rub against your waist.
this time, he has to take a moment to think, going silent to think of a response. āi understand how youāre feeling. i think that way more than iād like to admit, but..ā he pauses again, āthereās nothing we can do but look up, right? not everything has to be at the pace youāve set for yourself. you donāt have to be what everyone expects you to be right now. whatever part of life youāre ready for, whichever part you want to be, iāll be here to love you and support you through it, okay?ā he holds you by your chin, keeping eye contact while he speaks, pouting slightly to help push his point, jerking his head to force your verbal response when you nod. he smiles satisfactorily when he hears your little okay, leaning in to give you kisses, on your lips and all over your face.
ānow. no more sadness, okay? thereās one minute left, and my birthday wish is for us all to be happy. happiness only, ākay?ā he noses the crook of your neck, laughing when you flinch at the little kisses that tickle your skin.
seungcheolās phone rings, jeonghan calling, and you know that means itās hit midnight, and you reach for it to hang up on him. you turn to face him, reaching for the little cupcake set beside you. iāll be the first one, you mumble, lighting the candle before looking at him with a smile. as you start singing, his face shines so bright under the orange glow of the flame, smile so wide and perfect, even after all these years. as the song comes to a close, you feel much more excitement towards the future than you previously had, even if itās not by much. seungcheolās eyes fall shut as you end the song, adding a few extra notes to be fancy, laughing as he makes his wish and blows the candle out.
āhappy birthday, my cheollie.ā with a finger you wipe icing on his cheek, immediately going in to kiss it off. when you try going back in a second time, he turns his head, holding you against his lips by the back of your head. this time, itās a little more romantic than the last few, his hands holding your body as close to him as it can get.
he pulls away, not by far, your foreheads touching, āthank you, baby girl.ā he kisses you again, āi canāt wait to spend my thirties and forever with you.ā
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