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[genezpen]

it's his day. my wonu. i love u v much. happy birthday.

#y'all i'm actually alive #surprise #happy birthday loml jww #<3 #i'm getting emotional over some random korean guy who doesn't have a clue who tf i am #i still love him tho<3 #ps. sorry for ghosting y'all bffs :')

[genezpen]

『 tomorrow 』

pairings: wonwoo × gn!reader

genre: fluff FLUFFY

summary: wonwoo forgot about your birthday and promised to celebrate it the next day despite the conflicting schedule of your busy man. this is so bad mygosh

warnings: purposely written in lowercase letters, lazy author did not proofread (pls bear with me, i’m trying to breakfree from my mental block :<), lmk if i missed any ! :3

word counts: 1.3k+

notes: ur honor just got into svt recently and i can’t get enough of them so i’m writing for them as well this time :> enjoy, bffs<3

the whole week you were so busy working so as your hardworking boyfriend.

it was past ten in the evening when you were watching the television, friday is indeed the best day of the week. tomorrow will be your day off so chilling once in a while is not a bad idea.

you were laying your head against your palms and your elbows pressed sideways on the couch with a bowl of fries infront. what an ideal rest.

suddenly, the door burst out open startling you. your heart shook in slight panic thinking whether you forgot to lock the door of your shared apartment and that some thief or a weirdo broke in but as soon as your boyfriend, wonwoo, showed up, you let out a sigh of breath you held two seconds ago.

“you’re home early today?” you casually ask him as you reach for the bowl on the table, waiting for wonwoo to approach the couch.

slowly he did. but to your surprise, wonwoo dropped on his knees before you instead. head down, dropping his body bag on the floor. your immediate reaction was to sit up and hold onto his shoulders to ask him what had happened.

“wonwoo! what’s the matter? are you alright?” shrugging him a bit but he did not respond. instead, he pulled you on the waist for a hug.

wonwoo’s face was buried in your stomach, you can feel the cold metal of his thin glasses poking through your spaghetti top.

you didn't know what to do, he’s never been this way before. so rather than continuously ask him what’s wrong and force him to talk, you wrap your fingers around his hair, gently massaging wonwoo’s scalp. use your soothing words.

“it’s fine, wonnie. don’t worry about anything, it will be alright—”

“it’s not okay...” he finally spoke in a weak & soft voice, tightening his hold of me.

“hmm? what’s not okay?”

wonwoo shot his head up to meet your eyes. his gaze hold submission and is apologetic. he looks like a cat who accidentally shred your favourite curtain, begging for forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, y/n. please, forgive me...”

your eyebrows met in confusion. he’s sorry for what?

“for what?”

this time, wonwoo slowly mirrored your confusion.

“i... forgot about today. are you... not mad at me?”

you raised your brows at wonwoo still caressing his hair genuinely lost. you tried your best to think about what seems so special today but all you could ever think of was your anniversary date which is clearly months from now before happening.

“today? what’s so special today? it’s not our anniversary, won—”

before you could finish your sentence, wonwoo gasped at your words immediately standing up on his feet to hold your face with both his warm palms.

“y/n, are you serious? or are you playing with me?” wonwoo’s face was so close to you that his addictive minty breath was hitting your face. the reason why your gaze dropped on his naturally red lips slightly dump for whatever reason, distracting you for a bit.

you shake your head to come back to your senses.

“look, whatever it is, baby, it’s probably nothing special for sure. unimportant, that’s why i forgot about it.” you assured wonwoo carelessly. your thumb graze his biceps this time calming him down somehow.

wonwoo’s lips parted in disbelief. his eyes glancing back and forth your left and right vision trying to see through your soul or finding a hint of humor but found none.

“it is your birthday, y/n... how’s it unimportant? nothing special? and... you forgot about it?” wonwoo’s puzzled expression is so cute you want to pinch his cheeks until you heard him drop the bomb.

what? your birthday? WAIT. WHAT–

“oh? OH?” surprised pikachu face meme suit you so well at this moment. your eyes went boba and your mouth shaped “O”, speechless.

“my birthday! that’s right– oh my gosh?”

how did you even forgot about your own birthday, right? that’s just so dumb of you.

“well, i’ve been very busy so i completely forgot to check dates, don’t judge me, babe!” defensively, you explained. worried that he finds you just as dumb as you see yourself right now.

“no one’s judging you, dummy. i just want to apologize, really...” wonwoo’s expression somehow lift up after that, he manage to chuckle at your cuteness making you smile as well. wonwoo then rested his forehead to yours, closing both your eyes. silence slowly enveloped you both but you can hear your own heart beating and maybe, his too.

for a moment, it was peaceful. the running television were in a very low volume that his breathing was louder to hear.

“you don’t have to apologize, wonwoo. even i forgot about it, you see. i understand that we’re just too busy the past weeks, it can’t be help. and still... thank you for being honest with me.” you manage to break the silence with a soft appreciation for your boyfriend’s honesty.

your hands rested on both his wrists, with his calloused palms still holding your face with so much care. your eyes met his soulful gaze.

the dramatic dim lights from the kitchen were reflected on the right side of wonwoo’s face while the other side hides in darkness.

the bone structure of wonwoo’s face defines even more because of it. makes him look attractive as he ever was, like a model in some sensual magazine with those hooded eyes and perfectly carved lips. wonwoo is freaking breathtaking.

“i’m always, and will always be honest with you, baby. still, it was my fault that we couldn’t even celebrate today. i’m such a clumsy boyfriend.” wonwoo sulked, pouting like a kid. dropping his eyes on the abandoned body bag of his, avoiding yours.

it made you giggle. this adorable little but giant kitty tower infront of you but feels so small because he forgot about your special day makes your heart melt.

“it’s alright, wonwoo, we still have another year for it. and another, and another...” you suggested. you sat down on the couch pulling his arms dragging him down with you.

wonwoo urgently shook his head as you both settled in. you put your feet across his lap, resting your thighs on his. while wonwoo’s right arm automatically wrap around your waist as you tried to turn the television off. his other hand was caressing your exposed knees infront.

“no, i want to celebrate it right away. tomorrow. it’s your restday, right?”

you nodded slowly, wondering if he’s free as well because his off has always been sunday.

“good. i already planned everything out while i was at work earlier. promise, i’m all yours tomorrow. we’ll do everything you want. visit everywhere you like–”

you raised your hands in the air halting wonwoo’s daydream.

“wait, wait, wait. how about your work?”

wonwoo’s smile quickly turn into a smug smirk as he looks at you sideways. “i made sure to finish everything today so the remaining minor shoots will be done by sunday. your boyfriend’s pretty smart, y/n, ain’t he?”

you scrunch your nose at him. he’s so willing to be with you tomorrow, huh? lucky as hell, you laugh internally.

“you’ve always been smart, wonwoo.” your sudden compliment briefly stunned him. your hands went to the top of his head patting it lovingly making him lean on the crook of your neck. “and you’re not just smart, you are thoughtful, hardworking, kind-hearted even when sometimes it doesn’t show–”

“eh?” wonwoo questioned, slightly lifting his head to look at you but you pulled him back.

“...a body to die for,” you continued, ignoring his little protest. “wise personality, good values and principle, multitalented, mature mind,”

“and handsome too.” wonwoo added. you can feel his happy grin against your collarbone.

“very handsome.” you both giggled cutely at that remarks.

your night ended cuddling on the couch with wonwoo in your arms, excitedly talking about his initial plan for tomorrow.

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[genezpen]

good luck with your exams!! I just started my exams this week and so far its been going good but i still have a lot of pending activities 🥲

thank you!! i'm glad it's going good for you ^^ lately i'm doing great with my acads too! do you think it has something to do with the mercury retrograde that already end? akslsjzljdm anw good luck with your pending activities! i know you can do it! <333

#thank you for interacting with me :( #hope i receive more of these from my readers keke ^^ #[🧁] cas anons #[🎃] cas answers

[genezpen]

😭 sorry if this annoys you but are you going to make a part 2 for cruel ??

hello! noo i like asks pls don't be sorry 😭🫶

tbh i wrote it without an initial plan for its plot so i literally have no plans for part two but if you want, maybe i can do something about it i'll try my best 🥹

not too soon tho coz i have to prioritize some things until november 13(?) both school matters and the fics i gotta finish :(

#just lmk if you want a part 2 :> #[🧁] cas anons #[🎃] cas answers

[genezpen]

i was actually out all day last friday and i forgot that taylor will be releasing her album. im so mad at my school for getting in the way of my fangirling like, THE AUDACITY 🤬 taytay is so beautiful here!

#anw stream midnights! #i really like sweet nothing like I WISH I HAVE SOMEONE TO DO THE THINGS TAYLOR EXPERIENCED W JOE <\3 #LMK WHAT TRACK SNATCHED YOUR HEART‼️

[genezpen]

『 cruel 』

pairings: seungkwan × gn!reader

genre: ANGST‼️i feel the need to hurt everyone right now 😈

summary: seungkwan told you that he used you to win a bet.

warnings: drama w/o plot, this a bit slightly quite painful and has a huge impact on me :'), crying, harsh!seungkwan, mention of parents neglecting the reader, reader speaking from trauma, mention of vernon, someone using the reader for a bet, rejection (?) (lmk if i missed something or if i made a mistake!)

word counts: 597

notes: this is a very short drabble to let y'all know that a short fic of han, and hoshi is coming. i've never had a free time since my last uploaded fic so i would like to apologize to the sitting requests on my ask! i promise im working on them! also, pls don't hate verkwan! love lots ^^ (our exam week is next week, wish me a luck!)

“i never loved you.”

those exact words are enough to crush your wholeness. you almost hear your heart shattering on the pit of your stomach.

you felt bad. you are upset. you are disappointed.

the person you trusted the most just confessed that he fooled you. and for what?

“you're nothing but a bet. vernon lose, i won. now, it’s over.”

a bet. he won a bet. you are the bet.

and vernon? your bestfriend?

“what? aren't you mad at me? come on, y/n, hit me! i know you want to hurt me, too! i used you.” seungkwan grabbed your hand, forcing you to hit his hard chest.

but you're to numb to do so. as much as you want to show him how much it hurts you can die right now, you know physical pain wouldn't be enough.

he hit himself, he slap his cheek using your hand but you pulled it away. your eyes fixated on the ground while breathing fast, trying to stop your tears.

seungkwan then tried to find your line of vision but you keep avoiding it. not now. not when you're too fragile, too weak, too scared.

“come on, say something. lash out on me! i know you're upset—”

“i knew it...” your whispers made him shut up. something bitter spilled inside you. “i knew something was up the day you asked me out.” with shaking voice, you let it out.

even with a blurry eyes, you force yourself to meet his gaze only to see how shocked he was. seungkwan looked pale and his pupils were going back and forth on your eyes trying to find something you don't know of.

“don’t worry. i-i figured it out r-right away– you– i... knew this day would come.” you manage to utter those despite you choking on your own saliva and the nonstop tears.

you covered your face as you breakdown infront of seungkwan, shaking your head. so what if you look hopeless and pathetic right now? so what if he use this against you someday? so what if he makes fun of your misery right now. you don't want to think of the future at the moment. it hurts, it's killing you inside-out.

“you never actually like the cupcake i baked you, right? you never once liked my outfit every time we go out. you did not really want to say my 'i love yous' back, you just don't have a choice!”

fuck. this is a different kind of pain when your pet died in an accident. this is not the same pain you felt when your parents failed to recognize your academic success back in highschool. this pain is on another level. the one that could hold you back for years, again. the pain that brought you back to your thirteen year old self.

seungkwan did not say anything. he stood there frozen. you bet on your life, tomorrow everyone will turn their back on you. your colleagues will laugh at your situation. this has happened before, none of them was your friend, they were seungkwan’s.

no matter how hard it is to swallow, your only best friend, vernon, used you too.

you hate the universe for why must it be hard to live on earth. if you aren't allowed to feel loved then why must people hurt you? they could've just push you away, not stay for a short period of time just to leave you again. not pretend they accept you when in reality they are disgusted by you. why must everyone have to be so cruel?

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#seungkwan angst #seventeen angst #svt angst #seungkwan imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt seungkwan angst #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan x y/n #seungkwan #seventeen #svt #seungkwan fluff #seventeen fluff

[genezpen]

『 crashing back into you 』

pairings: hoshi × gn!reader

genre: angst(?)

summary: if your drunk ex-boyfriend happen to call you in the middle of the night, saying he wants to see you, what would you do?

warnings: intentional lower case typing, did not proofread!, crying lol, drunk!hoshi, drunk call, hoshi is an ex boyfriend, lmk if i missed anything

word counts: 795

notes: this has been sitting on my drafts half finished for like weeks now and school has been very cruel and hectic pls someone save me from this hell :( anyways, lmk if u enjoyed this short fic mwaaa ^×^

it was late at night when you received a call from an unknown number — not really. it was very familiar, it’s the number you were trying to forget.

“hello?”

you heard a grunt over the phone.

“hello? w-who is this?” your voice shake a little, trying to pretend you aren't aware on who's calling you at this hour.

“oh? y/n! woah! i missed your voice,” then the man on the other line chuckled weirdly.

his raspy voice is telling you that something is up. like, your ex won't just call you to tell you he misses your voice, right?

“are you drunk?” your forehead creased.

“no! of course, not!” and that's how you know he indeed is drunk.

“yeah, and pigs can fly.” rolling your eyes, you sat up on your bed feeling giddy about the call.

why are you so chill that hoshi is calling you late at night, drunk at that point, anyway?

“hmm... c-can i come over?” he mumbled pretty distinct.

“what?” chills shiver down your spine. you had to make sure you heard your ex right.

“i said, can i come over to your apartment? right now, y/n.” hoshi stated loud and clear.

it made your heart hammered inside your chest. is he freaking serious?

“no? hoshi, you're drunk. you aren't even supposed to be calling me—”

“no, no, i’m not druuunk! i just had a drink, you know...” the high pitched sound flickered your eardrums making you back away from your phone.

this is not happening. this is not supposed to happen. you remind your heart so many times why hoshi is a dangerous guy, why you had to break your relationship up. picking up the man’s call is enough to make you realize that... you, once again, fucked up.

the next thing you know is a wild hoshi came by dropping his whole weight on the sofa infront of your bed. he’s barely awake for pete‘s sake!

“hey? hosh? you have to change your clothes...” you whisper on his ears removing his black beanie after the shoes. kneeling down on the ground beside him.

flopped on his stomach with his left cheek squished against the square pillow, completely passed out. it gave you the opportunity to stare at his now tomato red face.

what has changed over the past five months? nothing. not his face, not his voice, not his warmth... except for his slightly visible grown stubble.

“i missed you...” the wind delivered your whispers to hoshi’s ears.

“really?” like a switch, he lift his head from the cushion a bit. he opened his red puffy eyes only to find yours inches close to his.

and then silence. using only your eyes to talk, with beating hearts in the middle of the night, it's bringing back plenty of memories you refused to forget about.

but then, you mean it. you can't say that you really do but hopefully, your gaze can.

slowly, hoshi close his heavy eyelids lying back into the cushion. you let out a relief sigh before getting up to get some pair of clothes for your drunk ex-boyfriend. but before you can even took a step backwards, hoshi’s warm fingers made it’s way to your left wrist making you halt in surprise.

“don’t– don’t go...”

you looked back at him. he looked peaceful sleeping like that except he's sleep talking and is stopping you from leaving his side.

“we'll talk once you sober up. tomorrow morning, hosh.” you placed your hand on the top of his which only made his grip tighten.

“no, no, im not drunk, just tipsy. come one, let's talk now.” he tried to get up, still with his eyes closed, but guess his other hand are not working so he failed to do so. hoshi flopped right back on the couch’s surface as he grunts.

“hosh, listen to me. we will talk, okay? just not now.” but he won't let go. instead, he's pulling you close.

“no, no. what if you leave again?” his voice slightly quivered, your eyes widen at his question. “w-what if you never come back to me again?”

your insides churn. you felt a bucket of iced water splash all over your body. and most importantly, you felt a hand pinching your heart.

“i won't...” you managed to utter.

“that's what u said...” his grip loosened as he murmur those words painfully.

a liquid from your eyes fell in oblivion, “i- i’m sorry... i promise.” you gave up. “please, rest for me.” you dropped to your knees, running your fingers through his hair gently. unable to hold back your sobs, you bring the back of his hand infront of your lips to plant small kisses.

“i miss you... bad. please, don't leave...” hoshi whispers in despair.

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[genezpen]

BEFORE IT'S OVER— happy 27th birthday, jeonghan! i love you from the bottom of my kidney <3 hanniehae 🫶👼

#jeonghan our evil angel #hanniehae my love! #<3 #svt #svt jeonghan #jeonghan

[genezpen]

『 crashing back into you 』

pairings: hoshi × gn!reader

genre: angst(?)

summary: if your drunk ex-boyfriend happen to call you in the middle of the night, saying he wants to see you, what would you do?

warnings: intentional lower case typing, did not proofread!, crying lol, drunk!hoshi, drunk call, hoshi is an ex boyfriend, lmk if i missed anything

word counts: 795

notes: this has been sitting on my drafts half finished for like weeks now and school has been very cruel and hectic pls someone save me from this hell :( anyways, lmk if u enjoyed this short fic mwaaa ^×^

it was late at night when you received a call from an unknown number — not really. it was very familiar, it’s the number you were trying to forget.

“hello?”

you heard a grunt over the phone.

“hello? w-who is this?” your voice shake a little, trying to pretend you aren't aware on who's calling you at this hour.

“oh? y/n! woah! i missed your voice,” then the man on the other line chuckled weirdly.

his raspy voice is telling you that something is up. like, your ex won't just call you to tell you he misses your voice, right?

“are you drunk?” your forehead creased.

“no! of course, not!” and that's how you know he indeed is drunk.

“yeah, and pigs can fly.” rolling your eyes, you sat up on your bed feeling giddy about the call.

why are you so chill that hoshi is calling you late at night, drunk at that point, anyway?

“hmm... c-can i come over?” he mumbled pretty distinct.

“what?” chills shiver down your spine. you had to make sure you heard your ex right.

“i said, can i come over to your apartment? right now, y/n.” hoshi stated loud and clear.

it made your heart hammered inside your chest. is he freaking serious?

“no? hoshi, you're drunk. you aren't even supposed to be calling me—”

“no, no, i’m not druuunk! i just had a drink, you know...” the high pitched sound flickered your eardrums making you back away from your phone.

this is not happening. this is not supposed to happen. you remind your heart so many times why hoshi is a dangerous guy, why you had to break your relationship up. picking up the man’s call is enough to make you realize that... you, once again, fucked up.

the next thing you know is a wild hoshi came by dropping his whole weight on the sofa infront of your bed. he’s barely awake for pete‘s sake!

“hey? hosh? you have to change your clothes...” you whisper on his ears removing his black beanie after the shoes. kneeling down on the ground beside him.

flopped on his stomach with his left cheek squished against the square pillow, completely passed out. it gave you the opportunity to stare at his now tomato red face.

what has changed over the past five months? nothing. not his face, not his voice, not his warmth... except for his slightly visible grown stubble.

“i missed you...” the wind delivered your whispers to hoshi’s ears.

“really?” like a switch, he lift his head from the cushion a bit. he opened his red puffy eyes only to find yours inches close to his.

and then silence. using only your eyes to talk, with beating hearts in the middle of the night, it's bringing back plenty of memories you refused to forget about.

but then, you mean it. you can't say that you really do but hopefully, your gaze can.

slowly, hoshi close his heavy eyelids lying back into the cushion. you let out a relief sigh before getting up to get some pair of clothes for your drunk ex-boyfriend. but before you can even took a step backwards, hoshi’s warm fingers made it’s way to your left wrist making you halt in surprise.

“don’t– don’t go...”

you looked back at him. he looked peaceful sleeping like that except he's sleep talking and is stopping you from leaving his side.

“we'll talk once you sober up. tomorrow morning, hosh.” you placed your hand on the top of his which only made his grip tighten.

“no, no, im not drunk, just tipsy. come one, let's talk now.” he tried to get up, still with his eyes closed, but guess his other hand are not working so he failed to do so. hoshi flopped right back on the couch’s surface as he grunts.

“hosh, listen to me. we will talk, okay? just not now.” but he won't let go. instead, he's pulling you close.

“no, no. what if you leave again?” his voice slightly quivered, your eyes widen at his question. “w-what if you never come back to me again?”

your insides churn. you felt a bucket of iced water splash all over your body. and most importantly, you felt a hand pinching your heart.

“i won't...” you managed to utter.

“that's what u said...” his grip loosened as he murmur those words painfully.

a liquid from your eyes fell in oblivion, “i- i’m sorry... i promise.” you gave up. “please, rest for me.” you dropped to your knees, running your fingers through his hair gently. unable to hold back your sobs, you bring the back of his hand infront of your lips to plant small kisses.

“i miss you... bad. please, don't leave...” hoshi whispers in despair.

©genezpen

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#svt #svt angst #hoshi angst #svt hoshi angst #seventeen angst #seventeen hoshi angst #soonyoung angst #hoshi x reader #hoshi x y/n #soonyoung scenarios #hoshi scenarios #hoshi imagines #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung drabble #hoshi drabble #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios

[genezpen]

YO have you seen arthur’s musical finale?!!¿! GIRL I AM SO FREAKING PROUD LIKE ???? I LOVE THAT MAN SO BAD AND HE'S DONE A VERY GREAT JOB :( keep safe, kyeomie! <3

also may i mention that my fic titled skit almost has that scene, the vibe and everything PLS I'M GOING FERAL!! thank you for another masterpiece, dokyeomie :')

#seokmin talk #cas thinking hours #caszone #dk #dokyeom #seventeen #seokmin

[genezpen]

『 tomorrow 』

pairings: wonwoo × gn!reader

genre: fluff FLUFFY

summary: wonwoo forgot about your birthday and promised to celebrate it the next day despite the conflicting schedule of your busy man. this is so bad mygosh

warnings: purposely written in lowercase letters, lazy author did not proofread (pls bear with me, i’m trying to breakfree from my mental block :<), lmk if i missed any ! :3

word counts: 1.3k+

notes: ur honor just got into svt recently and i can’t get enough of them so i’m writing for them as well this time :> enjoy, bffs<3

the whole week you were so busy working so as your hardworking boyfriend.

it was past ten in the evening when you were watching the television, friday is indeed the best day of the week. tomorrow will be your day off so chilling once in a while is not a bad idea.

you were laying your head against your palms and your elbows pressed sideways on the couch with a bowl of fries infront. what an ideal rest.

suddenly, the door burst out open startling you. your heart shook in slight panic thinking whether you forgot to lock the door of your shared apartment and that some thief or a weirdo broke in but as soon as your boyfriend, wonwoo, showed up, you let out a sigh of breath you held two seconds ago.

“you’re home early today?” you casually ask him as you reach for the bowl on the table, waiting for wonwoo to approach the couch.

slowly he did. but to your surprise, wonwoo dropped on his knees before you instead. head down, dropping his body bag on the floor. your immediate reaction was to sit up and hold onto his shoulders to ask him what had happened.

“wonwoo! what’s the matter? are you alright?” shrugging him a bit but he did not respond. instead, he pulled you on the waist for a hug.

wonwoo’s face was buried in your stomach, you can feel the cold metal of his thin glasses poking through your spaghetti top.

you didn't know what to do, he’s never been this way before. so rather than continuously ask him what’s wrong and force him to talk, you wrap your fingers around his hair, gently massaging wonwoo’s scalp. use your soothing words.

“it’s fine, wonnie. don’t worry about anything, it will be alright—”

“it’s not okay...” he finally spoke in a weak & soft voice, tightening his hold of me.

“hmm? what’s not okay?”

wonwoo shot his head up to meet your eyes. his gaze hold submission and is apologetic. he looks like a cat who accidentally shred your favourite curtain, begging for forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, y/n. please, forgive me...”

your eyebrows met in confusion. he’s sorry for what?

“for what?”

this time, wonwoo slowly mirrored your confusion.

“i... forgot about today. are you... not mad at me?”

you raised your brows at wonwoo still caressing his hair genuinely lost. you tried your best to think about what seems so special today but all you could ever think of was your anniversary date which is clearly months from now before happening.

“today? what’s so special today? it’s not our anniversary, won—”

before you could finish your sentence, wonwoo gasped at your words immediately standing up on his feet to hold your face with both his warm palms.

“y/n, are you serious? or are you playing with me?” wonwoo’s face was so close to you that his addictive minty breath was hitting your face. the reason why your gaze dropped on his naturally red lips slightly dump for whatever reason, distracting you for a bit.

you shake your head to come back to your senses.

“look, whatever it is, baby, it’s probably nothing special for sure. unimportant, that’s why i forgot about it.” you assured wonwoo carelessly. your thumb graze his biceps this time calming him down somehow.

wonwoo’s lips parted in disbelief. his eyes glancing back and forth your left and right vision trying to see through your soul or finding a hint of humor but found none.

“it is your birthday, y/n... how’s it unimportant? nothing special? and... you forgot about it?” wonwoo’s puzzled expression is so cute you want to pinch his cheeks until you heard him drop the bomb.

what? your birthday? WAIT. WHAT–

“oh? OH?” surprised pikachu face meme suit you so well at this moment. your eyes went boba and your mouth shaped “O”, speechless.

“my birthday! that’s right– oh my gosh?”

how did you even forgot about your own birthday, right? that’s just so dumb of you.

“well, i’ve been very busy so i completely forgot to check dates, don’t judge me, babe!” defensively, you explained. worried that he finds you just as dumb as you see yourself right now.

“no one’s judging you, dummy. i just want to apologize, really...” wonwoo’s expression somehow lift up after that, he manage to chuckle at your cuteness making you smile as well. wonwoo then rested his forehead to yours, closing both your eyes. silence slowly enveloped you both but you can hear your own heart beating and maybe, his too.

for a moment, it was peaceful. the running television were in a very low volume that his breathing was louder to hear.

“you don’t have to apologize, wonwoo. even i forgot about it, you see. i understand that we’re just too busy the past weeks, it can’t be help. and still... thank you for being honest with me.” you manage to break the silence with a soft appreciation for your boyfriend’s honesty.

your hands rested on both his wrists, with his calloused palms still holding your face with so much care. your eyes met his soulful gaze.

the dramatic dim lights from the kitchen were reflected on the right side of wonwoo’s face while the other side hides in darkness.

the bone structure of wonwoo’s face defines even more because of it. makes him look attractive as he ever was, like a model in some sensual magazine with those hooded eyes and perfectly carved lips. wonwoo is freaking breathtaking.

“i’m always, and will always be honest with you, baby. still, it was my fault that we couldn’t even celebrate today. i’m such a clumsy boyfriend.” wonwoo sulked, pouting like a kid. dropping his eyes on the abandoned body bag of his, avoiding yours.

it made you giggle. this adorable little but giant kitty tower infront of you but feels so small because he forgot about your special day makes your heart melt.

“it’s alright, wonwoo, we still have another year for it. and another, and another...” you suggested. you sat down on the couch pulling his arms dragging him down with you.

wonwoo urgently shook his head as you both settled in. you put your feet across his lap, resting your thighs on his. while wonwoo’s right arm automatically wrap around your waist as you tried to turn the television off. his other hand was caressing your exposed knees infront.

“no, i want to celebrate it right away. tomorrow. it’s your restday, right?”

you nodded slowly, wondering if he’s free as well because his off has always been sunday.

“good. i already planned everything out while i was at work earlier. promise, i’m all yours tomorrow. we’ll do everything you want. visit everywhere you like–”

you raised your hands in the air halting wonwoo’s daydream.

“wait, wait, wait. how about your work?”

wonwoo’s smile quickly turn into a smug smirk as he looks at you sideways. “i made sure to finish everything today so the remaining minor shoots will be done by sunday. your boyfriend’s pretty smart, y/n, ain’t he?”

you scrunch your nose at him. he’s so willing to be with you tomorrow, huh? lucky as hell, you laugh internally.

“you’ve always been smart, wonwoo.” your sudden compliment briefly stunned him. your hands went to the top of his head patting it lovingly making him lean on the crook of your neck. “and you’re not just smart, you are thoughtful, hardworking, kind-hearted even when sometimes it doesn’t show–”

“eh?” wonwoo questioned, slightly lifting his head to look at you but you pulled him back.

“...a body to die for,” you continued, ignoring his little protest. “wise personality, good values and principle, multitalented, mature mind,”

“and handsome too.” wonwoo added. you can feel his happy grin against your collarbone.

“very handsome.” you both giggled cutely at that remarks.

your night ended cuddling on the couch with wonwoo in your arms, excitedly talking about his initial plan for tomorrow.

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[genezpen]

you see i have a very complicated sched ahead... i'll try my best to finish these drafts asap then upload them right away lol

assume that i'll be back w something during this weekends 👀

[genezpen]

tmi: it's my birthday today! kinda wanna have some alone time, september wasn't so nice to me :)

#for the record no one cares #caszone

[genezpen]

assume that i'll be back w something during this weekends 👀

#if it weren't for these research papers #hope y'all enjoyed your summer time :) #cas is lonely 24/7 #caszone

[genezpen]

tomorrow

pairings: wonwoo × gn!reader

genre: fluff FLUFFY

summary: wonwoo forgot about your birthday and promised to celebrate it the next day despite the conflicting schedule of your busy man. this is so bad mygosh

warnings: purposely written in lowercase letters, lazy author did not proofread (pls bear with me, i’m trying to breakfree from my mental block :<), lmk if i missed any ! :3

word counts: 1.3k+

notes: ur honor just got into svt recently and i can’t get enough of them so i’m writing for them as well this time :> enjoy, bffs<3

the whole week you were so busy working so as your hardworking boyfriend.

it was past ten in the evening when you were watching the television, friday is indeed the best day of the week. tomorrow will be your day off so chilling once in a while is not a bad idea.

you were laying your head against your palms and your elbows pressed sideways on the couch with a bowl of fries infront. what an ideal rest.

suddenly, the door burst out open startling you. your heart shook in slight panic thinking whether you forgot to lock the door of your shared apartment and that some thief or a weirdo broke in but as soon as your boyfriend, wonwoo, showed up, you let out a sigh of breath you held two seconds ago.

“you’re home early today?” you casually ask him as you reach for the bowl on the table, waiting for wonwoo to approach the couch.

slowly he did. but to your surprise, wonwoo dropped on his knees before you instead. head down, dropping his body bag on the floor. your immediate reaction was to sit up and hold onto his shoulders to ask him what had happened.

“wonwoo! what’s the matter? are you alright?” shrugging him a bit but he did not respond. instead, he pulled you on the waist for a hug.

wonwoo’s face was buried in your stomach, you can feel the cold metal of his thin glasses poking through your spaghetti top.

you didn't know what to do, he’s never been this way before. so rather than continuously ask him what’s wrong and force him to talk, you wrap your fingers around his hair, gently massaging wonwoo’s scalp. use your soothing words.

“it’s fine, wonnie. don’t worry about anything, it will be alright—”

“it’s not okay...” he finally spoke in a weak & soft voice, tightening his hold of me.

“hmm? what’s not okay?”

wonwoo shot his head up to meet your eyes. his gaze hold submission and is apologetic. he looks like a cat who accidentally shred your favourite curtain, begging for forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, y/n. please, forgive me...”

your eyebrows met in confusion. he’s sorry for what?

“for what?”

this time, wonwoo slowly mirrored your confusion.

“i... forgot about today. are you... not mad at me?”

you raised your brows at wonwoo still caressing his hair genuinely lost. you tried your best to think about what seems so special today but all you could ever think of was your anniversary date which is clearly months from now before happening.

“today? what’s so special today? it’s not our anniversary, won—”

before you could finish your sentence, wonwoo gasped at your words immediately standing up on his feet to hold your face with both his warm palms.

“y/n, are you serious? or are you playing with me?” wonwoo’s face was so close to you that his addictive minty breath was hitting your face. the reason why your gaze dropped on his naturally red lips slightly dump for whatever reason, distracting you for a bit.

you shake your head to come back to your senses.

“look, whatever it is, baby, it’s probably nothing special for sure. unimportant, that’s why i forgot about it.” you assured wonwoo carelessly. your thumb graze his biceps this time calming him down somehow.

wonwoo’s lips parted in disbelief. his eyes glancing back and forth your left and right vision trying to see through your soul or finding a hint of humor but found none.

“it is your birthday, y/n... how’s it unimportant? nothing special? and... you forgot about it?” wonwoo’s puzzled expression is so cute you want to pinch his cheeks until you heard him drop the bomb.

what? your birthday? WAIT. WHAT–

“oh? OH?” surprised pikachu face meme suit you so well at this moment. your eyes went boba and your mouth shaped “O”, speechless.

“my birthday! that’s right– oh my gosh?”

how did you even forgot about your own birthday, right? that’s just so dumb of you.

“well, i’ve been very busy so i completely forgot to check dates, don’t judge me, babe!” defensively, you explained. worried that he finds you just as dumb as you see yourself right now.

“no one’s judging you, dummy. i just want to apologize, really...” wonwoo’s expression somehow lift up after that, he manage to chuckle at your cuteness making you smile as well. wonwoo then rested his forehead to yours, closing both your eyes. silence slowly enveloped you both but you can hear your own heart beating and maybe, his too.

for a moment, it was peaceful. the running television were in a very low volume that his breathing was louder to hear.

“you don’t have to apologize, wonwoo. even i forgot about it, you see. i understand that we’re just too busy the past weeks, it can’t be help. and still... thank you for being honest with me.” you manage to break the silence with a soft appreciation for your boyfriend’s honesty.

your hands rested on both his wrists, with his calloused palms still holding your face with so much care. your eyes met his soulful gaze.

the dramatic dim lights from the kitchen were reflected on the right side of wonwoo’s face while the other side hides in darkness.

the bone structure of wonwoo’s face defines even more because of it. makes him look attractive as he ever was, like a model in some sensual magazine with those hooded eyes and perfectly carved lips. wonwoo is freaking breathtaking.

“i’m always, and will always be honest with you, baby. still, it was my fault that we couldn’t even celebrate today. i’m such a clumsy boyfriend.” wonwoo sulked, pouting like a kid. dropping his eyes on the abandoned body bag of his, avoiding yours.

it made you giggle. this adorable little but giant kitty tower infront of you but feels so small because he forgot about your special day makes your heart melt.

“it’s alright, wonwoo, we still have another year for it. and another, and another...” you suggested. you sat down on the couch pulling his arms dragging him down with you.

wonwoo urgently shook his head as you both settled in. you put your feet across his lap, resting your thighs on his. while wonwoo’s right arm automatically wrap around your waist as you tried to turn the television off. his other hand was caressing your exposed knees infront.

“no, i want to celebrate it right away. tomorrow. it’s your restday, right?”

you nodded slowly, wondering if he’s free as well because his off has always been sunday.

“good. i already planned everything out while i was at work earlier. promise, i’m all yours tomorrow. we’ll do everything you want. visit everywhere you like–”

you raised your hands in the air halting wonwoo’s daydream.

“wait, wait, wait. how about your work?”

wonwoo’s smile quickly turn into a smug smirk as he looks at you sideways. “i made sure to finish everything today so the remaining minor shoots will be done by sunday. your boyfriend’s pretty smart, y/n, ain’t he?”

you scrunch your nose at him. he’s so willing to be with you tomorrow, huh? lucky as hell, you laugh internally.

“you’ve always been smart, wonwoo.” your sudden compliment briefly stunned him. your hands went to the top of his head patting it lovingly making him lean on the crook of your neck. “and you’re not just smart, you are thoughtful, hardworking, kind-hearted even when sometimes it doesn’t show–”

“eh?” wonwoo questioned, slightly lifting his head to look at you but you pulled him back.

“...a body to die for,” you continued, ignoring his little protest. “wise personality, good values and principle, multitalented, mature mind,”

“and handsome too.” wonwoo added. you can feel his happy grin against your collarbone.

“very handsome.” you both giggled cutely at that remarks.

your night ended cuddling on the couch with wonwoo in your arms, excitedly talking about his initial plan for tomorrow.

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[genezpen]

skit

pairings: seokmin × afab!reader

genre: childhood friend to lovers. FLUFF

warnings: slight angst, mentions of king, queen, soldier, palace, river, armor, etc., partly edited so this might be quite confusing help (lmk if i missed anything!)

word counts: 1.5k+

summary: you and dk loves doing random skit anytime, anywhere. it has become a part of your daily moments where you feel like everything is unreal. it probably is the reason why both of you clicked ever since you were four.

notes: for our sweet dk who deserve so much love, please enjoy this ^^ stay safe, bffs! happy weekend~

“what are you doing here, mistery, mister lee?” you croaked.

you held his arms that made its way around your waist two seconds ago.

“protecting you from the cold, your highness.” seokmin whispered in your ears using the tone of a brave soldier.

his minty breath tickles that your shoulder rose a little as you giggle.

it’s been a while since your boyfriend, seokmin, last visited you at work. you can’t help but wonder what type of wind brought him there, behind you.

“i wonder what brought mr. lee in my palace?” you continued your little skit while organizing the paper works in their right orders.

“apologies for the late notice, your highness. it’s the king’s order to protect you from any harm.” still clinging to you like a koala, seokmin reasoned out.

you hummed in response, trying to focus back on your work. but the kidult koala won’t let you.

“do you remember when we had our first musical together?”

his question made you halt, as you pictured clearly how similar it was to this moment. you turned around to see him face-to-face.

“we manage to escape the danger of your step-mother, my queen.”

seokmin’s face is covered with sweat and fake blood as he cup your face with his calloused palms. he’s wearing a stainless steel knight costume, props to your play.

“are you hurt?”

you shook your head, “i’m scared...” tears prickle down your face as you hug seokmin.

the story is all about a princess receiving threats from her evil step-mother when she found out that she’s in a relationship with a mere soldier, seokmin. it’s about escaping the life you both used to live in, in exchange of a peaceful and normal life together outside the four walls of the palace.

for it’s ending, everyone around is singing gracefully. it almost feels surreal when your lips landed on his as you both portray a content lover in a far away land. far from the place where you used to call ‘home’.

“do you know how proud i am to you when you manage to perform so well on that stage infront of a hundred audiences?”

a ghost of smile touched your lips as you tried to bow your head, biting down on your lips. cheeks became rosy from how serious seokmin sounds like.

“it was our first kiss too...” he trapped you in a close wooden table, both hands caging you in between, trying to find your line of vision. “i wasn’t even your boyfriend then.”

seokmin forced you to meet his intimate stare by lifting your chin using his fingers.

“i made you my boyfriend right after that!” you fired defensively.

seokmin nodded, corners of his lips slightly rose at your reaction.

there are these rare moments when he acts serious so sudden that make your palms sweat or your insides churn. your sweet sunshine will be replaced by a calm hottie who’s either dangerous or passionate at the moment. depends if he’s jealous or just want to show his love for you in the most romantic way. like tonight.

“do you wanna know something? that was the happiest day of my whole teenage years. i feel rewarded for all my efforts to achieve my main goal in life; you.” his aura didn’t changed one bit as you felt his finger searching for something on yours.

then he found it. it was the steel band wrapped around your ring finger. the promise ring he gave back when everything was almost falling apart between your relationship against the whole world. back when every moment you had was coming to an end, almost over.

seokmin brought it to his lips, planted a soft kiss, closing his eyes. you too, did the same thing. you feel his devotion throught that light kiss right there and then.

“what i felt was even more powerful when you took and kept this promise with you... until now...” seokmin gently caress it with nothing but full of admiration in his eyes.

with the overwhelming and overflowing emotions you feel inside, the corner of your eyes started heating up from some liquid threatening to fall.

“and after all these years, i’ve been wanting to be your king. to let you rule me as your soldier, the same as i was years ago. to make you my queen, who sits on the throne of my heart. the only person who i give permission to control me fully, and without inhibition, i follow.” seokmin’s voice slightly quivered when he placed your palms against his chest, where his heart is located.

you couldn’t hold back your sobs. this is too much for you. if he continue to say another syllable of how much he trusts you to hold his heart as you both dance slowly with the wind, you will forever be trapped inside his castle made out of sweat, tears and blood from the battlefield you both’ve been through.

your lips were as red as his from the biting, trying to suppress a sob.

“please, allow me...” slowly, seokmin is on his knees.

yes, his knees. like he’s begging for your mercy. he pulled something from his pockets and there showed in front of you, a golden ring with a pretty diamond shining on the top of it.

“to make you my queen. for real this time, y/n. in our real world, please?” seokmin’s voice finally broke as he looked up at you, pleading with all that he have. like a mere mortal to a goddess.

the dazzling moonlight outside the office window reflected on his now teary eyes and there were no trace of dominance found there. he’s taken all his armor down to show you his most vulnerable side, his bare skin. where only your name was carved.

without having him to ask you twice, you nodded your head without hesitation giving your hand and maybe, your whole life too.

seokmin inserted the ring slowly with a slightly shaking hands. it fits perfectly, like it’s made just for you and no one else in this world. from your king, who you owned, and who you give permission to own you as well.

he stood up to hug you tight and you did the exact same thing, with your cheeks covered in tears, your cries muffled on his shoulder.

and despite feeling numb, you felt the crook of your neck soaking with what seems like tears from your weakening boyfriend — or husband.

“thank you... for keeping your promise, too, seokmin...” you mumbled on his sweater.

“stop crying already. i already told you that she is not my girlfriend. i have a crush on someone else.” a seven year old boy was soothing a crying girl by the river where they used to play together.

“and who is that someone else?!” the little girl’s soft hair were a mess but despite looking like a pitiful kid, little seokmin views her as the goddess of the forest.

with her white flowing gown and a cute crown above her head, she looks like a princess from a story book. that’s what seokmin thought.

“alright, alright. i will tell you who it is if you stopped crying.” he negotiated.

instantly, she pulled away from his gentle hold. glaring poorly at the crowned prince in a red cape infront of her, trying her best not to shed more tears.

seokmin smiled brightly at her, wiping a tiny snot and her cheeks full of tears with his sleeves.

“why are you laughing at me?” her expression did not change at all.

“i’m not.”

“come on, you bad prince, you dare to lie to a princess like me?”

“apologies, mi lady...”

she let out a huff crossing her arms on her chest, looking away sniffling silently. a moment of silence passed by until seokmin decided to confess.

“the person i like... is you, y/n.”

even though the little girl don’t wanna show it, his words affected her... A LOT. her puffy eyes widen at his confession. it flutter multiple times as her body froze. seokmin chuckled at how visibly red from embarrassment.

“they said once the princess marry her prince, she will become a queen...” seokmin was hesitant propose his idea but he continued, “do you wanna be a queen, y/n?”

the girl slowly nodded nervously biting her lips, can’t meet his eyes.

“then,” seokmin bend to pick up a stem of some flower on the ground. he then make a round shape out of it with the yellow petals above. “will you be my queen?”

the little girl gasped with her fingers covering her mouth.

“we can’t marry each other right now... but i promise, once we grow old i’ll give you a nice and expensive ring. for now, will you accept this as a sign of promise, please, y/n?”

the two kid look deeply into each other’s eyes. one was moved and the other is currently nervous.

“do you mean it?” she spoke quietly, expectant. when he nodded his head, assuring her, she finally give in. “you have to keep your promise, alright?”

seokmin smiled with his teeth, eyes disappearing as he slid the hand made ring for her.

“yes, your majesty.”

© genezpen

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#srb #dk fluff #svt fluff #svt dk fluff

[genezpen]

tomorrow

pairings: wonwoo × gn!reader

genre: fluff FLUFFY

summary: wonwoo forgot about your birthday and promised to celebrate it the next day despite the conflicting schedule of your busy man. this is so bad mygosh

warnings: purposely written in lowercase letters, lazy author did not proofread (pls bear with me, i’m trying to breakfree from my mental block :<), lmk if i missed any ! :3

word counts: 1.3k+

notes: ur honor just got into svt recently and i can’t get enough of them so i’m writing for them as well this time :> enjoy, bffs<3

the whole week you were so busy working so as your hardworking boyfriend.

it was past ten in the evening when you were watching the television, friday is indeed the best day of the week. tomorrow will be your day off so chilling once in a while is not a bad idea.

you were laying your head against your palms and your elbows pressed sideways on the couch with a bowl of fries infront. what an ideal rest.

suddenly, the door burst out open startling you. your heart shook in slight panic thinking whether you forgot to lock the door of your shared apartment and that some thief or a weirdo broke in but as soon as your boyfriend, wonwoo, showed up, you let out a sigh of breath you held two seconds ago.

“you’re home early today?” you casually ask him as you reach for the bowl on the table, waiting for wonwoo to approach the couch.

slowly he did. but to your surprise, wonwoo dropped on his knees before you instead. head down, dropping his body bag on the floor. your immediate reaction was to sit up and hold onto his shoulders to ask him what had happened.

“wonwoo! what’s the matter? are you alright?” shrugging him a bit but he did not respond. instead, he pulled you on the waist for a hug.

wonwoo’s face was buried in your stomach, you can feel the cold metal of his thin glasses poking through your spaghetti top.

you didn't know what to do, he’s never been this way before. so rather than continuously ask him what’s wrong and force him to talk, you wrap your fingers around his hair, gently massaging wonwoo’s scalp. use your soothing words.

“it’s fine, wonnie. don’t worry about anything, it will be alright—”

“it’s not okay...” he finally spoke in a weak & soft voice, tightening his hold of me.

“hmm? what’s not okay?”

wonwoo shot his head up to meet your eyes. his gaze hold submission and is apologetic. he looks like a cat who accidentally shred your favourite curtain, begging for forgiveness.

“i’m sorry, y/n. please, forgive me...”

your eyebrows met in confusion. he’s sorry for what?

“for what?”

this time, wonwoo slowly mirrored your confusion.

“i... forgot about today. are you... not mad at me?”

you raised your brows at wonwoo still caressing his hair genuinely lost. you tried your best to think about what seems so special today but all you could ever think of was your anniversary date which is clearly months from now before happening.

“today? what’s so special today? it’s not our anniversary, won—”

before you could finish your sentence, wonwoo gasped at your words immediately standing up on his feet to hold your face with both his warm palms.

“y/n, are you serious? or are you playing with me?” wonwoo’s face was so close to you that his addictive minty breath was hitting your face. the reason why your gaze dropped on his naturally red lips slightly dump for whatever reason, distracting you for a bit.

you shake your head to come back to your senses.

“look, whatever it is, baby, it’s probably nothing special for sure. unimportant, that’s why i forgot about it.” you assured wonwoo carelessly. your thumb graze his biceps this time calming him down somehow.

wonwoo’s lips parted in disbelief. his eyes glancing back and forth your left and right vision trying to see through your soul or finding a hint of humor but found none.

“it is your birthday, y/n... how’s it unimportant? nothing special? and... you forgot about it?” wonwoo’s puzzled expression is so cute you want to pinch his cheeks until you heard him drop the bomb.

what? your birthday? WAIT. WHAT–

“oh? OH?” surprised pikachu face meme suit you so well at this moment. your eyes went boba and your mouth shaped “O”, speechless.

“my birthday! that’s right– oh my gosh?”

how did you even forgot about your own birthday, right? that’s just so dumb of you.

“well, i’ve been very busy so i completely forgot to check dates, don’t judge me, babe!” defensively, you explained. worried that he finds you just as dumb as you see yourself right now.

“no one’s judging you, dummy. i just want to apologize, really...” wonwoo’s expression somehow lift up after that, he manage to chuckle at your cuteness making you smile as well. wonwoo then rested his forehead to yours, closing both your eyes. silence slowly enveloped you both but you can hear your own heart beating and maybe, his too.

for a moment, it was peaceful. the running television were in a very low volume that his breathing was louder to hear.

“you don’t have to apologize, wonwoo. even i forgot about it, you see. i understand that we’re just too busy the past weeks, it can’t be help. and still... thank you for being honest with me.” you manage to break the silence with a soft appreciation for your boyfriend’s honesty.

your hands rested on both his wrists, with his calloused palms still holding your face with so much care. your eyes met his soulful gaze.

the dramatic dim lights from the kitchen were reflected on the right side of wonwoo’s face while the other side hides in darkness.

the bone structure of wonwoo’s face defines even more because of it. makes him look attractive as he ever was, like a model in some sensual magazine with those hooded eyes and perfectly carved lips. wonwoo is freaking breathtaking.

“i’m always, and will always be honest with you, baby. still, it was my fault that we couldn’t even celebrate today. i’m such a clumsy boyfriend.” wonwoo sulked, pouting like a kid. dropping his eyes on the abandoned body bag of his, avoiding yours.

it made you giggle. this adorable little but giant kitty tower infront of you but feels so small because he forgot about your special day makes your heart melt.

“it’s alright, wonwoo, we still have another year for it. and another, and another...” you suggested. you sat down on the couch pulling his arms dragging him down with you.

wonwoo urgently shook his head as you both settled in. you put your feet across his lap, resting your thighs on his. while wonwoo’s right arm automatically wrap around your waist as you tried to turn the television off. his other hand was caressing your exposed knees infront.

“no, i want to celebrate it right away. tomorrow. it’s your restday, right?”

you nodded slowly, wondering if he’s free as well because his off has always been sunday.

“good. i already planned everything out while i was at work earlier. promise, i’m all yours tomorrow. we’ll do everything you want. visit everywhere you like–”

you raised your hands in the air halting wonwoo’s daydream.

“wait, wait, wait. how about your work?”

wonwoo’s smile quickly turn into a smug smirk as he looks at you sideways. “i made sure to finish everything today so the remaining minor shoots will be done by sunday. your boyfriend’s pretty smart, y/n, ain’t he?”

you scrunch your nose at him. he’s so willing to be with you tomorrow, huh? lucky as hell, you laugh internally.

“you’ve always been smart, wonwoo.” your sudden compliment briefly stunned him. your hands went to the top of his head patting it lovingly making him lean on the crook of your neck. “and you’re not just smart, you are thoughtful, hardworking, kind-hearted even when sometimes it doesn’t show–”

“eh?” wonwoo questioned, slightly lifting his head to look at you but you pulled him back.

“...a body to die for,” you continued, ignoring his little protest. “wise personality, good values and principle, multitalented, mature mind,”

“and handsome too.” wonwoo added. you can feel his happy grin against your collarbone.

“very handsome.” you both giggled cutely at that remarks.

your night ended cuddling on the couch with wonwoo in your arms, excitedly talking about his initial plan for tomorrow.

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