#jeon wonwoo

[number1mingyustan]

Up To You ☾

boyfriend!wonwoo x virgin!fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, explicit smut, kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), oral (m.), brief handjob, cum swallowing, mild praise kink, mentions of virginity loss, this is so dirty yet so cute, oc is confused and horny

Summary: up to you - nct dream & prettymuch

Word Count: 3k

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(a/n: he’s so bf i can’t)

"Stop it!" You scream, giggling out loud as your eyes remain fixated on the colorful screen in front of you.

"I'm not doing anything baby," Wonwoo smirks.

You huff out in frustration as you hold the Wii remote in your hand. Your boyfriend has hit you with another banana peel in Mario Kart and is nearing the finish line of the third and final lap.

You're no longer trailing right behind him, and two cars has already sped past you. You start driving again, rushing toward the nearest mystery box. It spins before giving you a King Speed. You spam the button, passing the two characters that sped in front of you. You're quick, but not quick enough to pass Wonwoo, who has already zipped past the finish line before you.

Your body slumps into the couch with exhaustion. He's just too good.

"One more game," You demand.

Wonwoo lets out a chuckle. "You said that two games ago."

"I mean it, one more game and I'm gonna win. One more."

Wonwoo shrugs, refusing to wipe the smirk off his face before selecting 'New Game' on the screen. He leans back against the couch and reselects his favorite character, Toad. You choose Toadette and a pink motorcycle. Your glider and wheels match in the same bright shade of pink. He even lets you choose the map just to "give you an advantage."

The screen counts down from three and both your characters start racing across the screen, leaving behind all the NPCs as you focus on the race between the two of you.

As expected, you're no match for him the second his character touches his first mystery box. With each passing lap, the distance between your characters on the mini-map grows further.

You throw out red shells, skillfully aiming the green ones, and the person in ninth place even throws a blue shell at some point during the race. But he holds his spot in first place nonetheless.

As expected, he wins, ranking himself first and you second. He leans back into the couch with the same stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"You cheated!" You exclaim, hitting him playfully.

"This isn't even the kind of game you can cheat in baby, either you got it or you don't.

"Not fair," You mumble, childishly dropping the controller onto the couch.

"Aw don't be a sore loser," He grins. "You almost beat me a few games ago."

You ignore him, pouting harder and crossing your arms.

He leans over, holding you by the sides and begins tickling you. You can't help but react, squirming in his arms and laughing. "Stop!"

He doesn't let up and you continue squirming in his arms. You climb on top of him, pinning him down and interlocking your fingers with his. "You've made your point," You say breathlessly.

"Sure you're not mad at me anymore?" He grins, pushing his hands against yours lightly.

You chew the inside of your lip, eyes looking up and to the side as you contemplate. "Mostly."

His hands unlock from yours and rub up and down your sides lightly. He tilts his head up, allowing his soft lips to meet yours. The kiss is slow and sensual, reflective of the intimate position the two of you are currently in. He can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his sweatpants in the intimate position. "Want me to make it up to you?"

Your lips curve up at the sound of his words. "Only if you do what I say.

He sits up, holding you securely on his lap.

"What is it that you want baby? Tell me," He whispers against the shell of your ear.

It's a bold question, not that you mind it. But it's still pretty early in your relationship and you and Wonwoo are still taking things fairly slowly. It's been a few months, but you haven't had sex yet.

You've gone further than kissing a few times, but things have remained relatively innocent between the two of you. Touching beneath the belt wasn't off the table, but it certainly was a new thing in your relationship and it didn't happen often. He's usually more hesitant about being suggestive around you since you're still a virgin and he doesn't want to rush anything.

Nonetheless, your body goes warm at his suggestive tone. You feel yourself throb and shift yourself on his lap. The little bit of friction causes a soft moan to slip from your lips.

"I want you to make me cum," You whine. Your voice is quiet but filled with desperation.

He's holding himself together, but his head is spinning. His heart starts beating faster as anticipation runs through his veins. There's a small wet patch forming on your panties and he can feel it pressed against his hard cock.

"You want my fingers?" Wonwoo asks.

You nod in response to his question eagerly. His cock twitches beneath you knowing that you want him, need him. You look up at him with round eyes. They're so innocent yet filled with lust and desperation.

His thoughts are flooded with you. You're always on his mind, to tell the truth. But you're clouding his mind even more and making his head spin. You have such a strong effect on him.

He lifts your hips up, pulling your white cotton panties off and tossing them onto the living room floor. You bring your bare crotch back down onto his lap, one of his oversized jerseys covering your body

Silently, you guide his hand into your mouth, sucking on his fingers and making them wet. His breath catches in his throat as you suck on his fingers.

He turns you around on his lap, pressing your back onto his chest. He holds you still with one of his arms wrapped around your frame.

He wastes no time plunging his soaked fingers into you. His digits slip into your folds easily, curving up deep into you. Your back leans further into his chest. His broad frame supports you from behind and his cock twitches in the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Ah fuck–" You gasp, moaning out.

Your back arches as his fingers stretch your cunt.

"Motherfucker–" He groans lowly.

He withdraws his fingers slowly from your folds. You whine and shift uncomfortably in his lap. You can't see, but his brings his fingers to his lips. He spits onto them, lubricating his fingers more. It drives you crazy. He really didn't need to, not with the way you're soaking his fingers and sweatpants already. But there's something so lewd, so filthy about it. It's turning you on so much.

A smack lands on your cunt as his damp fingers return to where you need him. You shift in his lap again, brushing against his hard cock. He slips his fingers back into your wet cunt, this time thrusting his fingers into you faster than before.

He's restless, curving his fingers perfectly and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a squeal, resting your head back against his shoulder as your back arches.

You gasp for breath, moans getting caught in your throat as he fingers you. The squelch of your cunt fills the living room. It's filthy, and you fucking love it. Your eyes roll back and you cry out when his fingers press against your g-spot.

"You still with me gorgeous?" He asks.

"Hah– mhm," You nod.

Your body tenses in his lap as your hips roll into his fingers to their own rhythm. You struggle to control your body, overwhelmed with pleasure and rapidly chasing your approaching high.

He hums in satisfaction. "Gonna give you want you want now." He mumbles against the shell of your ear.

He doesn't need a response to know how badly you want this. His fingers pick up in pace, continuing to brush against the sweet spot inside of you.

A groan escapes his lips as you continue rolling your hips against his fingers desperately. He wants to ruin you, so badly. The sight of you in his lap right now is sending his mind racing. The thoughts clouding his mind alone could make him ruin his sweats untouched.

Your nails dig into the couch as you desperately squirm to find something to hold onto. Your eyes screw shut as you gasp for breath.

"Wonu–fuck–ah!" You groan. He places more pressure on your inner falls, wrist movements coming to a halt. He presses his fingers into your sweet spot, allowing you to continue fucking yourself on his fingers as your high has your head spinning.

You clench around his fingers tightly. You whine and cry out, vision going white as your pussy throbs around his fingers. You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily as you come down from your high.

He leans his head back against the couch and sighs. His adam's apple is prominent and he uses his middle and ring finger to push his glasses up on his nose.

You climb off his lap, face growing hot when you see the wet stain on his grey sweats. "Sorry," You apologize.

He looks down, eyes drifting to where yours seem to be focused on. He lets out a breathy chuckle. " 'S okay baby, I don't mind."

He leaves a playful smack on your butt as you walk away toward the bathroom. He adjusts himself in his sweatpants, thoughts of you still flooding his mind.

You enter the bathroom, closing it behind you. You clean yourself up, but the sight and feeling of his hard cock flood your thoughts. You'd be lying if you said he didn't satisfy you, but you're still undeniably horny. You splash your face with some cool water to distract your mind.

You make your way back to the living room, sitting next to him on the couch. He pulls you back onto his lap comfortably and changes the tv setting from the Wii to Disney +.

He scrolls mindlessly through the options. "You hungry? I was thinking we could order in."

You're having an even harder time focusing now. He's still sprouting a semi beneath you

"I wanna return the favor, Wonu," You blurt.

"I was thinking Thai–oh," Wonwoo clears his throat.

He shakes his head and presses a kiss on your cheek from behind. "It's okay baby, you don't have to worry about me."

"No I want to," You admit. "I'm still horny, and I wanna make you feel good too. Please?"

He's having an internal battle with himself. It feels like things are moving a little quickly, but who is he to deny you? Especially when you're in his lap practically begging him.

He licks his lips slowly, contemplating a response. Thoughts of you have been clouding his mind doing exactly this and he can't help but be selfish and indulge.

"Fuck... okay," He agrees.

You tug at his sweatpants excitedly. You lifts your hips, pulling his underwear and sweats down to his knees in one movement. You sit back down on his thighs, eyes fixated on his dick.

He's only sprouting a semi, not nearly as hard as when he was fingering you early. No biggie.

You tilt your head down, spit falling down onto his cock from your mouth. You start stroking him. He's big and heavy in your hand, it's a little intimidating at first.

But you adjust quickly, finding a steady rhythm. You feel him breathe out in relief at the feeling of your hand. You feel a newfound sense of confidence build inside of you.

Your hand runs along his length, feeling the thick veins on his cock. You can feel the way he grows in your hand, twitching as it rises to full length and hardness.

The tip is flushed pink and dribbles out precum. He lets out a soft curse.

You couldn't help but let your mind imagine how it would feel inside of you. You knew you weren't ready for it yet, but you couldn't help but imagine it. If it was anything like his fingers earlier, you could most certainly consider the possibility of taking your relationship to the next level.

Although, you know it'll hurt. Wonwoo is big, incomparable with his fingers. You know he'd take good care of you, do everything in his power to ease the pain and make you feel good.

His hips jerk when you swipe your thumb across the sensitive tip. He spurts more precum and groans at the sensation. You're practically drooling at the sight of him.

Wonwoo is never this reactive. He's always been more of the calm stoic type. But you're bringing out another side of him, and it's turning you on like crazy.

"Wanna suck it," You breathe out.

Wonwoo tilts his head back into the couch. His hand covers his face as he holds himself back. "Holy fuck..." He breathes out shakily.

You climb off his lap, dropping down to your knees.

"Take your time... Don't wanna hurt you–ah" He moans.

You open your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. You taste the precum on your tongue, swiping it across his sensitive tip. He holds himself back from thrusting his cock all the day down your throat. He grips the couch tightly, sinking deeper into the leather beneath him.

He's trying so hard to be a good guy and do the right thing. But fuck, you're making it so hard. He doesn't wanna give you more than you can handle, but the sight of you right now makes him want to ruin you.

Your hand doesn't leave his cock, continuing to stroke him as you take the tip into your mouth. You start off bobbing your head slowly, running your tongue along the bottom side of his length.

He groans, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and helps to guide your head. You're careful not to let your teeth drag, focusing on making sure he feels good.

"Fuck, gorgeous," He groans. "What are you doing to me?"

His words shoot straight to your core. You press your thighs together and take his words as encouragement. You take more of his length down your throat, allowing his tip to touch the back of your throat.

"Holy shit–" He moans. "You're so good, fuck ah–"

He grips the leather of the couch harder, digging his nails into the material to restrain himself from fucking your throat. He gasps and moans, allowing a few curses to slip from his lips.

You continue stroking him, taking more of his into your mouth. You bob your head a little faster, saliva thoroughly coating his length. His tip continues to touch the back of your throat, causing you to gag and tear up.

You stop for a moment, coughing as you wipe your tears and catch your breathe.

"You good?" He asks.

You nod. "I'm good."

"Take your time baby," He coos. "Don't need to rush it."

You nod again before taking him back into your mouth.

You pace yourself, starting slow and progressively growing quicker and more confident with your moves. He guides you using the makeshift ponytail, making sure you don't get ahead of yourself again.

Your other hand cups his balls, making him let out a throaty groan. His cock twitches and throbs in your mouth and hand. "I'm close, baby" He warns you.

You remain steady in your movements, prioritizing his pleasure. His cock throbs once more before his body jerks. "Oh shit–"

He lifts your head off of his cock with your hair and grabs his cock with his other hand. He strokes himself to finish, shooting his load into your mouth. Even overwhelmed with pleasure, he doesn't spurt any of it onto your face.

He groans once more as he comes down from his high. He lets out a breath. "You can spit it, don't feel pressured to–"

Before he can finish his sentence, you swallow his load with ease. His cock twitches at the sight, but he prioritizes you. He dresses himself properly and lifts you back onto his lap. You face him, resting your head on his chest.

He holds you securely, rubbing his hands along your back softly.

"Was that okay?" He asks, continuing to draw circles on your back.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He looks down at you, seeing you nibble on your bottom lip pensively.

"You sure?"

You nod hesitantly.

He can tell there's still something on your mind. You've just got that look on your face.

"What's bothering you?" He asks.

You shake your head, burying your head in his chest. He lifts your head, softening his tone with you. "Hey, talk to me."

You frown. "I don't know.... like I feel like I'm ready, but at the same time I'm not sure."

"To have sex?" He asks.

You nod. "I don't know if I'm just getting ahead of myself or if it's really what I want. I'm just a little scared, but I think I want to."

"I get it, but we won't do it unless you're 100% sure. I don't wanna jump into anything prematurely and have regrets. Doesn't matter how much you're on the fence, it won't happen unless you're in it 100%. You hear me?"

You nod. "Thank you Wonwoo, you're the best."

He kisses your cheek. "Just for you."

"I think I'm just overthinking it cuz I'm still horny," You confess.

He leans back into the couch and lets out a breathy chuckle. "Shit Y/n, you're insatiable."

You grin. "Just for you."

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#kpop #seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen drabbles #seventeen angst #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader

[nachojaehyun]

head so good, she a honor roll

pairing. idol wonu + new staff! fem! reader

summary. if wonwoo had to describe his new stylist in one word, it would be unpredictable. i mean, who would have known you were this good at sucking his soul?

warnings. [PLEASE READ] oral (m), light throat fucking, messy/sloppy head, the best head he had EVER received, wonu wears glasses, teasing, he almost cries, mentions of past sexual encounters, THICK dick wonu, no gag reflex queen reader — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. jeon wonwoo, you genuinely deserve the best head in the universe. thank you for existing king.

wonwoo felt like he was going to pass out.

the tides of pleasure were overwhelming him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head as he bit his lip to subdue his noises.

initially, he hadn’t thought much of you at all. when PD Na announced that a new staff member was joining the Seventeen crew, wonwoo could only clap and bow as you entered the room.

you were pretty— he’d give you that. your features were pleasant to the eye, and the thick framed glasses you adorned on your first day made him smile.

he was happy to know that he wasn’t the only one who was batshit blind in the room.

you were his stylist. of course you had taken him to get his color analysis done, taken him to multiple stores across Seoul, brought him piles of clothes for performances and off duty days.

you were his stylist. of course you had seen him almost naked, but you had never bat an eye at him, only instructing him to “wear his clothes faster.”

you were his stylist. of course you had first hand experience in the most embarrassing encounter in jeon wonwoo’s career— you had seen his dick rip out from a pair of very tight slacks. you still remained stoic, carefully asking him to take his pants off as you went to search for another pair. he was red in the face, cock half hard as he tightly fisted the curtain of the changing room in shame.

you were his stylist. so why on earth were you sucking his cock like your life depended on it?

wonwoo swears he didn’t know how it happened. you had texted him half an hour ago that you were going to drop off some clothes at his apartment before his fitting tomorrow.

it was supposed to be a simple exchange— you would give him the bag and you would leave.

but of course he had his phone silenced and didn’t see your notification.

of course he was sitting on the living room couch, fisting his length in his hand as he tried to relieve the tension in his muscles from dancing for 4 hours straight.

of course he forgot to lock the door to his apartment while he was blatantly moaning like a whore—

here you were, mouth dragging along his tip as you looked up at him through your long lashes, glassy eyes blinking innocently. the bag of clothes you had brought to him was long discarded, laying limp on the floor near his coffee table.

the grey contacts you had on make wonwoo shiver, whimpering as your tongue swirled around his tip.

“fuck baby, quit playin,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he watched you down his cock like a champ. wonwoo’s glasses were sitting at the edge of his nose, lenses fogging up.

his hand reached out to fist your hair in a makeshift ponytail, mouth falling into a near pornographic growl as he felt your hands fondle his balls.

his cock was unbelievably thick. your jaw was nearly falling slack. however, the salty taste of his precum was far too addicting for you to care about your own discomfort.

you hollowed your cheeks, trying to feel every ridge and every vein that his pretty cock had to offer. you pulled him out of your mouth soon after, placing kisses along his side as you suckled on his tip.

your free hand came to jerk off his base, spitting onto his leaky tip to use as lube, adding more pressure as his eyebrows scrunched.

“ ’m close— hah!” he whined, tears coating his lashes as you took him in with no warning.

unable to hold himself back, wonwoo harshly yanked your head back, rolling his hips into your mouth. you moaned at his rough treatment, sending vibrations that tightened the knot in his stomach.

“shit shit shit!” wonwoo grunted, feeling his dick weigh down on your tongue that continued to lick and torture him while he used your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

you could feel him twitch inside you.

to give him the final push over the edge, you lazily dragged your freshly manicured nails gently against his balls, cupping the two as he emptied inside your mouth.

wonwoo’s hips stuttered as his thighs shook, feeling ropes of his cum spurt into your open mouth.

he pulled out slightly, jerking off to give you the rest of him. you simply sat on the floor, wagging your tongue, catching every drop of his seed. as soon as you swallowed his release without any question, wonwoo felt himself getting hard again.

wordlessly, you wiped your mouth of the drool that had dribbled past your lips. pushing your weight from your thighs, you glanced at your wristwatch before smiling.

“see you at 8 tomorrow, wonwoo-ssi. don’t be late.”

with that, jeon wonwoo watched you wave him goodbye and walk out the door.

his mind was blown as he breathed out softly, still coming down from the best orgasm he ever had in his life.

sure, he had been blown before. but most girls were too scared to keep him in for more than a few minutes, complaining that their jaw hurt from his sheer length and thickness.

but you? dear god, you and your perfect self never complained, silently taking his cock in your mouth. you didn’t care about your own pleasure, mind consumed by the man wearing glasses in front of you, shock written all over his features.

“fucking hell, what is she doing to me?” wonwoo groaned, fisting his once again hardened member as he begin to circle his tip with a thumb.

he felt sensitive from his last high, closing his eyes as he imagined the scene all over again— wondering how many positions he could bend you over in.

if only he knew that you were in your car, fingers curling inside your folds as you moaned out his name. his cock had moulded your throat.

© nachojaehyun, 2024

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[cheoliehansolie]

The Hoodie

Summary: Wonwoo learns something interesting about you wearing his hoodies.

Word Count: ~2.8 k

Pairing: fem reader x Wonwoo

Warnings: Implied smut and a bit suggestive

an: I'm finally back after accidentally taking a break for a month. Thank you guys for waiting patiently <3. As always, if you liked reading this, please reblog or leave a comment. If you have any suggestions or you just want to talk, send me an ask and we can be friends 💕

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You woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering into your room through your blinds. Waking up to the warmth of sunlight on your cheeks had to be your favorite part of spring. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, you shock yourself with how early you’ve woken up on a Saturday.

Normally you’re one to sleep until you absolutely need to get out of bed on the weekends, but today you’ve somehow managed to wake up at 7:30. Feeling proud of yourself, you decide to take this as your sign to be productive and to spend the day finally cleaning your apartment.

This past week had been hectic with work and the semester coming to an end that you barely had time to sleep, let alone clean your space. So, your apartment had been looking like a tornado blew through it for a while now and it definitely was not helping your mental state.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you shove your blanket from off your figure and force yourself out of bed. What? Just because you woke up early and decided to be productive in your head doesn’t mean that it’s not hard to get out of bed, especially when the mornings are still cold.

You rush into the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth and shower to warm yourself up. Once you’re done with your shower, you put on a pair of leggings and your hoodie (yeah, definitely yours and not your boyfriend’s).

As you’re tying your hair up into a ponytail, you make your way out of your room and into the living room. You immediately groan seeing all your college papers on your dining table which is serving as your makeshift desk, the trash on your kitchen counters, and the pile of dirty dishes in the sink.

Seeing the amount of overall filth in your living space, you were extremely tempted to just go back to bed and pretend you never had plans of cleaning, but you knew that if you didn’t clean your apartment now, you never would. So, you grab your phone, blast your cleaning playlist, and get to work.

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It took you basically all morning just to clean your kitchen and it’s safe to say that morale was at an all time low. You collapsed onto your couch out of exhaustion and hunger. You hadn’t expected it to take so long to clean so you thought you could just eat breakfast after cleaning.

The second your body began relaxing on the couch, you heard a knock at your door. You laid there silently hoping that the person at your door would leave, but less than a minute later the knocking continued.

You let out a groan of frustration as you force yourself off the couch and make the trek to the front door less than a few feet away.

You swing open your front door, a frown still on your face. It takes you a second to register who’s at your door, but when you do, you’re left confused.

Wonwoo stands in front of you dressed casually a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt. You notice in one hand he’s holding a white plastic bag, which you can only assume contains take out.

“Wonwoo? What are you doing here?” you ask as you wrack your brain trying to remember if you had plans to see each other today.

“You weren’t answering any of my texts so I decided to stop by and make sure everything was okay.” he explains as you step aside letting him into your apartment.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I spent the past few hours cleaning. I haven’t been on my phone since I got up. I didn’t mean to worry you.” you say with your lips slightly down turned and eyebrows furrowed.

You felt bad for making him worry to the point that he felt the need to come to your apartment.

“Hey, it’s fine.” he says softly, noticing how upset you looked at yourself. “I wanted to see you anyways, so you not answering gave me an excuse to see you.”

Once Wonwoo took his shoes off, he finally registered what you looked like. His lips almost immediately turned up into a small smile as he realized that the hoodie you were wearing was none other than his own. He noticed the subtle flush in your cheeks, the thin sheen of sweat creating a film over your skin, and the way strands of hair were falling out of your ponytail. 

Noticing the fact that Wonwoo was just silently standing in your entryway, you ushered him deeper into your apartment. Honestly, you had noticed his eyes wandering over your figure and you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by the current state of your appearance. You and Wonwoo had been dating for about a year, but something about the way he looks at you makes you feel the same way you did during your first date.

“So, whatcha got in the bag?” you asked, looking pointedly at the plastic bag in his right hand.

“Oh, this? I picked up lunch from your favorite place. I thought you might’ve been sleeping or something when I texted you so I thought it would be nice to bring you some food.”

“Aww, thank you so much babe!” you exclaim in excitement. “Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll just grab us some plates from the kitchen?”

Wonwoo gives you a nod as he makes his way to the couch. He places the bag of food on the table in front of him and he watches as you walk around the kitchen grabbing plates, utensils, and glasses of water for the two of you. He can’t help but coo every time you tug at the sleeves of his too large hoodie to grab everything.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you ask once you’ve joined your boyfriend on the couch.

“No reason. You just look cute in my hoodie, that’s all.” he says, a small smile of endearment grazing his lips.

You feel yourself flush at his statement and pull your hair out of your lopsided ponytail as an attempt to distract yourself from how flustered Wonwoo still makes you even after how long you’ve been dating.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation to more neutral territory. 

Wonwoo can’t keep himself from smiling a little wider at your flustered state, but he decides to take pity on you and drops the subject. Just this once, though.

Soon enough, conversation flows easily between the two of you as you share your meal together. Before you know it, the plates in front of you are empty and there lies another thing left for you to clean. Just as you’re about to get up to clean the small mess in front of you (it merely is a drop of water in the ocean of a mess your apartment is), Wonwoo beats you to it and is stacking the dirty utensils in his hands.

“Wonwoo, I can clean it.” you whine when he motions for you to stay seated as he continues cleaning.

“You can rest on the couch. Didn’t you say that you spent the entire morning cleaning?” he asks.

“Yeah, but I -” before you can finish your sentence, Wonwoo cuts you off.

“No buts! You looked exhausted when I got here. The least I can do is clean up the mess I helped make. Besides, I’m not called the dishwashing fairy for nothing.” he says with a smile.

Before you can protest, Wonwoo gives you a pointed look and you realize there’s no way that you can change his mind so you collapse backwards onto your couch letting him do whatever he wants.

You’re left alone with your thoughts for the first time today with the soft clattering of dishes coming from the kitchen serving as white noise. You’re suddenly aware of how warm you feel and you feel as though you are overheating. 

You had spent the day either distracted by cleaning or distracted by Wonwoo that you didn’t realize the rise in temperature in your apartment. It was finally spring time and as much as you loved it, you despised how it would be so cold in the mornings and evenings but warm in the afternoons making it almost impossible to dress appropriately without freezing in the morning or melting in the afternoon.

Feeling sweat prickle on your skin, you decide the only thing you can do is change out of Wonwoo’s thick hoodie into a thin, flowy tee shirt.

When you get up to go change, Wonwoo can see you from your kitchen sink a few feet away and he’s instantly curious as to what you’re up to.

“Where’re you going, love?” he asks from the sink as he continues to scrub the plate in front of him.

“I’m gonna change into something thinner. It’s too warm to be wearing a hoodie right now.” you say as you stop at the entryway of your kitchen to respond to him.

“Why do you need to change for that, though?” he asks, taking his eyes off the plate in front of him to glance at you with his confused eyes.

“I just told you, I’m overheating.” you say, confused as to why he’s confused.

“Can’t you just take it off here?”

You feel heat rush to your face, and you’re now feeling warm from embarrassment.

“Well… I would but…” you trailed off, hoping that you would just disappear or he would drop the subject.

“But…?” Wonwoo asks, having finished washing the dishes and giving you his full attention.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself. Just say it quickly, it’s like ripping a bandaid off. you think to yourself.

In one breath, as quickly as you can, you say, “I would but I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

It takes Wonwoo a second to understand what you said, but when he does, less than ten seconds after the words left your mouth, you’re already in your room with the door closed behind you.

Wonwoo feels his cheeks heat up as he realizes that this entire day, including the past hour plus that the two of you spent together, the only thing separating your top half from the rest of the world was his hoodie. He originally thought you looked so cute drowning in his hoodie and while he still does, this new information changes his entire perception of the time you’ve spent together.

Meanwhile, you were pacing around your room silently screaming at yourself. I can’t believe I just told him that I was both shirtless and braless under his hoodie. Why would I do that? What if he thinks I’m weird? Or worse, what if I made him uncomfortable? 

Letting out a defeated groan, you force yourself to push all these worries out of your head. You decide that you can’t hide in your room forever, mainly because you know Wonwoo would come looking for you at some point. So, you change into a loose fitting shirt, take a deep breath, and step out of your room.

Your eyes immediately search the kitchen to see if Wonwoo is where you left him, but he’s not there anymore. You wander deeper into your apartment and you find Wonwoo sitting on your couch, casually scrolling on his phone. 

You don’t think he notices your presence and based on how calm he looks, you feel hopeful that he either a) forgot the conversation happened or b) didn’t think it was as much of a big deal as you made it out to be in your head. But when you sit on the other end of the couch and Wonwoo drops his phone to the side to look at you with a knowing smirk on his face, you realize that you were so, so, so wrong.

“So, you wanna talk about it?” Wonwoo asks with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you respond, feigning innocence and looking anywhere but your boyfriend sitting a few inches away from you.

“Really? Because I seem to recall you saying that you weren’t wearing anything under my hoodie today.”

Your face flushes for the thousandth time today and you can’t help but feel a little guilty.

“Listen Wonwoo, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier. That wasn’t my intention.” you say, looking into his eyes earnestly.

“Wait, why are you apologizing?” he asks you confused.

“Because it’s obvious that I made you uncomfortable earlier.” 

“Babe, I don’t know why you would think I would feel uncomfortable by it. The only reason I didn’t respond was because I was just a little shocked, that’s all. If anything, it’s kinda hot now that I know that you’ve been walking around with nothing underneath my hoodie.”

Feeling embarrassed by assuming that Wonwoo was uncomfortable and by hearing his true feelings, you grab a throw pillow from your couch and bury your face into it.

“I can’t believe I embarrassed myself in front of you twice in one day.” you mumble into the pillow.

“Hey, this can’t be as embarrassing as when you tripped over Vernon’s bag and ended up spilling your drink on Mingyu’s lap.” Wonwoo says.

“I thought we all agreed to not bring that up anymore.” you whine as you hit him with the pillow in your hands.

“I’m just saying, you’ve done more embarrassing things in your life than telling me you're naked under my hoodie.”

“Wow, thank you so much Wonwoo. I feel so much better about myself.” you say sarcastically.

“Aww, babe I’m sorry.” he says as he reaches for your hands.

“Forget it.” you say, faking annoyance as you get up to go clean off your dining table turned desk.

“Babe.” Wonwoo whines as he rushes behind you and grabs your wrist.

Before you know it, Wonwoo tugs at your wrist pulling you close into his chest. Your breath hitches at the boldness of his actions and you peer up at him through your lashes to see what his next move is.

He removes his hand from your wrist and gently raises your chin so he can look into your eyes.

“I’m sorry babe.” he says.

When you’re about to open your mouth to tell him it’s fine, you’re silenced by his lips on yours. Deciding that you actually had nothing to say, you choose to melt into the kiss instead. 

Once the two of you part for air, you say “I guess you’re forgiven.”

“You don’t sound too confident about your answer.” he says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe I’m not confident in my answer. What’re you gonna do about it?” you challenge.

“Then let me make it up to you in a different way.” he says as he pulls you into another kiss.

It’s safe to say that you didn’t get any cleaning done for the rest of the day.

—

When you go over to Wonwoo’s place for movie night a few weeks later, Wonwoo is more than happy to see you wearing one of his hoodies you’ve taken from him.

While the two of you are cuddling together on the couch, Wonwoo can’t help but let his curiosity get the best of him. When you’re engrossed in the movie, Wonwoo takes his hand that was resting on your thigh and brings it up to the hem of hoodie loosely covering your frame.

This grabs your attention and you turn to him to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed. But Wonwoo’s eyes are fixed on the screen in front of you and it makes you wonder if you were just imagining things. Deciding that you were just being weird, you turn your attention back to the screen.

When Wonwoo notices that your attention is on the movie again, he takes that as his sign to move his hand again. He slips his hand under the hem of the hoodie and he slowly inches closer and closer to your chest.

Although your eyes were trained on the movie playing in front of you, all of your attention was on Wonwoo’s hand slowly grazing your skin as he made his way up your body. Your breath hitched when you felt his cold hand gently graze your bare breast and you turned to face Wonwoo.

He looked at you with a smirk on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Something told you that you wouldn’t know how the movie would end.

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut

[ilwonuu]

hii can you do wonwoo × reader with reader with an oral fixation? and him finding out

anon,,,OF COURSE!!! i loved writing this a little too much,,,ty for requesting 💖

lollipop

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ jeon wonwoo

☁︎ pairing- nonidol!wonu x fem!reader, dom!wonu x sub!reader, established relationship

☁︎ warnings- you and wonwoo share a lollipop, unprotected sex(he pulls out doe😪), dirty talk, kissing, pet names, wonwoo loves that reader has an oral fixation, needy wonwoo, sweetheart wonwoo hehehe, finger sucking, kissing, lmk what else <3

☁︎ a/n- after writing this i have officially di3d 😾

wonwoo wasn’t stupid he kinda knew about your oral fixation. or he liked to think he had an idea about it. he watched as you would always have a lollipop in your mouth or chewing on a pen or pencil. wonwoo loves how you share your lollipops with him.

you would move the candy to his lips as he gently sucked against it, keeping eye contact with you. you let him have some for a couple seconds before pulling it back to your lips. he can’t enough of how you always want him to help with oral fixation.

he loves with you make out with him for hours. he’s more than happy to have you sit on his lap as you two lazily make out. he wants nothing more than to have you feel comfortable. he loves when you pull him away from his members to kiss him. he loves feeling like you need him. in reality you always need him sometimes it’s just harder to hold back. he caught on pretty quickly.

you always had something occupying your mouth. wonwoo always payed attention to it. so he found out without you needing to tell him. he started to feed into your oral fixation. he always made sure you had lollipops as he started to love how you sucked on them. he would always ask for some when you ate them. wonwoo loved to watch you, it made him have some ideas.

he wanted to try somethings out in bed. he loved how much you wanted to feel him during sex. always wanted to be kissing him or sucking against his soft skin. wonwoo had you laying back against your bed as he fucks you softly. “my baby has a oral fixation? open your mouth for me.” you are caught off guard at his words but you don’t say anything. you just obey his request, opening your mouth.

“i think you’ll like this baby. tap me if you don’t.” he says with a smile as he pushes two fingers into your mouth as he starts to rock his hips into you. your eyes are rolling so far back in your head. you liked this more than you knew and so did wonwoo. he loves the way you keep eye contact with him as you suck on his fingers. he feels you clench around him as you suck harder on his fingers.

“you really like this. fuck you’re perfect.” he kisses your head as he watches you slowly melt more into the feeling. “cum for me baby. make a pretty mess.” he fucks you through your orgasm as he cums quickly after you. “i think that was the best sex we’ve ever had.” you say as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you. he kisses you before nodding with your words.

“yea? i’m happy you liked it baby. we can do that all you want.” he smiles kisses your lips again. he cleans you two up before you guys redress climbing back into your bed. wonwoo pulls a sucker from his side drawer with a laugh. “want to share?” he asks with a smirk.

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[fy-wonwoo]

240421 saythename_17: Like I do😁

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen #svt #video #tiktok #240421

[akeminy]

BREAK! I NEED A FUCKING BREAK!!

Boyfriend is getting feral

#who idea was it???? #i cant do this #wonwoo #seventeen #jeon wonwoo #svt

[okiedokrie]

Seventeen's Red Flags 🚩🚩🚩

This is just for fun!! All light-hearted and harmless (I think)

S.Coups - WAYY too jealous, bro would glare daggers at you if you helped to open a milkbox for someone else like bro calm down its not like I blew them a kiss

Jeonghan - he's gaslight gatekeep girlboss and therefore that makes anyone he's in a relationship with mansplain manipulate malewife regardless of gender

Joshua - a J name from LA

Jun - communicates exclusively through cat memes, yes, even during arguments; yes, even during verbal ones.

Hoshi - fully convinced he's a tiger and is lowkey a furry

Wonwoo - plays genshin impact

Woozi - loves work more than you

The8 - calls you delulu when you caption ur posts with "loml ♡" even though you've been officially dating for a significant amount of time

Mingyu - probably clumsy enough to drop the urn of a family member

DK - no red flags from dokyeommie my beloved

Seungkwan - sassier than you

Vernon - your friends are convinced you just edit him into photos because bro does NOT move

Dino - got called out for excessive frat boy levels of drinking before so that is pretty much canon

#okiedokrie #seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #scoups #choi seungcheol #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #joshua #joshua hong #jun #wen junhui #moon junhui #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #woozi #lee jihoon #the8 #xu minghao #seo myungho #mingyu #kim mingyu #dokyeom #lee seokmin #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #vernon #svt dino

[jeonsupershy]

WONWOO :: 17 IS RIGHT HERE Highlight Medley⭐

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[tangerine-seungkuan]

#seventeen #svt #svt carat #seventeen carat #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo

[seventeensmaus]

i’ll try - back to you // wonwoo smau

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[everyoneswoo]

[240421] saythename_17 IG Post Update:

Like I Do😁

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #video #instagram #240421 #2024

[teeskz]

T E A S E R

“you really should learn when to shut up.”

synopsis: what happens when you finally get underneath your insufferable tutor’s skin?

a/n: dropping 04/22/2024 - 7 PM EST

• in preparation for t!ts up svt ver. (release date tbd), i thought producing more seventeen content would help build my cred. as an upcoming svt writer 💪

#seventeen x reader #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader smut #seventeen smut #seventeen recs #seventeen drabbles #kpop smut #jeonghan #svt mingyu #kwon soonyoung

[cutepeachco]

Did you get your bias? ✨👀

SVT Frens keychains Pre-Orders are open until 30th April 💖

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[inmynewworld]

'17 IS RIGHT HERE' ♡

New Album | Official Photo: HERE.zip

♡ Jeon Wonwoo ♡

#seventeen #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonu #wonwoo #wonu #17 is right here

[gyuzoh]

“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugs and sex.

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chapter one.

your ego was out of this world, you knew you were the shit. your eyes are round and a perfect shade of desert sand brown, lips plump like they were sculpted by aphrodite herself.

the overflowing compliments from others didn’t help the inflation of your ego, you let that shit get to your head. with the way you looked, face, body and soul, why wouldn’t you?

your looks had helped you since the day you first saw light in the hospital room. you were never once rejected, from job interviews to the boys you hit on. which actually weren’t many.

maybe your overconfidence was the reason others had titled you as arrogant, and uptight. rumours followed you everywhere you stepped, from highschool and now to your current job as a dj.

along the lines of being a stuck up bitch, there were always rumours surrounding you stating you were a promiscuous woman.

you weren’t dumb, nor deaf. you knew about the rumours that circulated around you, nor did you ever find the need to deny or accept them.

you’ve heard them all, ‘she only speaks to those who can give her something’, ‘i’ve seen her go home with a different younger man every week,’ and it’s not like they were actually true, so you felt no obligation to feel anything about those rumours other than, nothing.

however this time, you felt something other than nothing. you felt anger, because for the first time in your lifetime you had been denied of something you wanted because of those stupid rumours. and possibly him seeing the little incident that took place last night. kim mingyu.

you knew who spat those dirty lies into his ears, and this time you feel a pang of hatred.

hatred is a strong word, but in this particular moment it’s the one that would describe the feeling you had for mingyu’s little girlfriend.

sure, somi had the right to put a girl who’s hitting on her supposed boyfriend in place, but you absolutely could not take the disrespect being thrown right in your face. the way she inadvertently called you a younger boy loving whore.

you’d never actually had someone spit on your shoes right infront of you, but that’s what it felt like she did.

you release a frustrated sigh, it’s not like there was anything you could actually do about it right this moment.

with the rumbling of your stomach, you lunge out of bed and pull your phone out from your pyjama pants, checking the time.

11:47pm, you hadn’t had dinner yet so you walk out the bedroom and down the hallway to heeseung’s bedroom where music was blasting. knocking on the boys door you scream his name, after four attempts he finally opens the door and asks you what you need.

“i’m going to convenience store for some ramyeon, want anything?” you ask the younger boy, he tells you what he wants and you nod in response, then leave to go satisfy your cravings.

with airpods in your ear blasting jay park, you make your way out of your apartment and down the dimly lit streets of seoul to the nearest convenience store.

the bell rings as you enter the well lit store, you make a bee line straight to the ramyeon aisle, scanning the shelves for the pink packet of buldak carbonara.

finding the pink pack, your arms reach out and you grab four. you walk to the cash register and pull out your phone ready to pay. the bell rings again as someone enters the corner store, you however don’t pay attention as the idea of filling up your empty stomach was more important.

as you lift your phone to pay for the meal, the screen goes black and unresponsive. you press the power button multiple times but to no avail, your phone is, dead. tonight was not your night.

you groan in frustration and reach into your pockets hoping there was any chance of loose change miraculously appearing. no chance.

“sorry, do you have a charger by any chance?” you ask the clerk to which he shakes his head no. tonight was not your night.

just as you’re about to put your ramyeon back, a large hand reaches out and pays for your food.

“i’ll pay for it,” a deep husky voice says.

you turn your head back and notice the incredibly broad shoulders of the brunette boy who stood inches behind you, towering over you. the scent of peaches emitting from his grey sweater filling your nose, making your nose scrunch from the pleasantry.

you turn around and open your mouth to thank your saviour, “thank you so much, like seriously, how can i repay you?”

he smiles at you and lifts his glasses up his nose as it fell slightly, he shakes his head no and tells you not to worry about it. but you do worry about it.

as you’re about to open your mouth again to reply, a voice cuts you off. one that you’ve undoubtedly heard before, your head snaps to their direction and you take in a look of your newly found crush. “wonwoo, we need more milk at home.”

there he stood in all his glory, a black hoodie and loose grey sweats. mingyu. maybe tonight is your night.

mingyu however did not notice you as you were hidden behind the broad shoulders of the man in front of you.

“yeah, just grab any,” the boy named wonwoo responded. he turns to face you again after yelling back to mingyu, he hands you his phone which had instagram open.

confusion must’ve been evident on your face because wonwoo chuckles softly and speaks, “if i ever want you to repay me that five dollars and twenty cents i’ll need a way to contact you, no?”

your mouth opens in an ‘ohhh’ and you nod your head, putting in your instagram handle for the knight in shining armour. you thank wonwoo again and grab the ramyeon packets from the clerks bench and nod to him as you rush outside and back home.

you really wanted an excuse to speak to mingyu, but you felt awkward sparking up a conversation with the beauty due to the argument you had with his little girlfriend. with the nth sigh of the day, you make your way back to your shared apartment to have your noodles.

“who were you talking to?” mingyu asks his roommate. wonwoo shrugs and pulls up your instagram to show his friend.

mingyu does a double take at the phone before his lips curled up in a slight smirk. “she tried to hit on me last night, she’s hell pretty though.”

wonwoo raises his brows at his friend and scrolls through your instagram page, pictures of you and your friends at dinner, promotions for your dj gigs.

“she a dj at your club?” wonwoo asks mingyu, to which mingyu nods his head yes.

mingyu takes a seat at the convenience stores window bench, placing their food down, wonwoo following suit.

“yeah, she asked for my instagram but somi cockblocked me,” mingyu slurps up a chopstick full of the spicy noodles, “i think they got into a fight at the end of the night, some younger girl slapped somi’s cheek.”

wonwoo laughs as he imagines the scene, taking a bite of his own meal.

“you and somi still got a thing going on?” wonwoo asks. mingyu shakes his head no, finishing off his ramyeon with one last slurp, using a napkin to wipe his mouth.

“no, we stopped after we got into university but she keeps telling everyone we’re together so i’m confused on where we stand.”

it’s officially been one week since the incident with somi out front of the nightclub, and six days with your one sided encounter with mingyu at the convenience store.

you were here at the club again, as you’ve been offered a full time gig here. as you walk in through the entrance, the manager seungcheol pulls you aside, starting a conversation with you.

“hey, i heard you had an incident last week with one of my bartenders,” he starts off, you knew where this was going but you didn’t want to let that girl ruin your chances of dj’ing at seoul’s biggest night club, for two reasons.

one being that the gigs you do here pay really good money, and two, you needed any excuse to prove to mingyu you weren’t just some promiscuous girl with plenty of boy toys.

seungcheol continues with his conversation, “i know you’re popular and a lot of our customers here are fans of you, so i’m going to let this slide and you off with a warning just this once.”

a sigh of relief escapes your glossed lips and you smile softly at the bright red haired male who stood opposite you.

“thank you so much, i promise i’ll be on my best behaviour.”

with a bow, you make your way to the dj booth and as you do, you walk past the bar and see the undeniably pretty blondie who called you a whore the previous week.

best behaviour my ass, with her back towards you, you lift up your two hands and flip her the bird before continuing with your walk to the dj deck. satisfied.

jungkook stands there with his headset on, upon seeing you he sends a bunny like smile your way.

the taller tattooed boy pulls you into a side hug to greet you, “i heard you got into a fight with somi last week,” he says.

you groan as you start to unpack your bag, pulling out your headphones and ear plugs. does everyone know your business these days?

“it was barely even a fight,” you explain, shuddering as you remember the incident that took place at this very location last week.

“more like a one sided argument over the hottie bartender mingyu, didn’t even get to throw hands at the disrespect she threw at me.”

he raises his slitted left brow, chuckling at your explanation and your unintended confession. “you eyeing kim mingyu?” he asks.

you nod in agreement, there was no point in hiding your newly found crush, “he’s so hot, but i’m pretty sure he thinks i hit it off with younger boys.”

jungkook pulls off his headset as you connect your usb to the deck, swapping sides with him.

“how so?” the boy questions as he begins to pack up his equipment whilst you mix your songs into his, bopping slightly to the music.

“he walked out into our little argument and heeseung was there with all his friends, plus i bet miss blondie said something to him about me,” you continue to bop to the music and shoo away the random male who came up behind you once again, trying to hand you some unwanted alcohol.

jungkook ‘ahh’s’ in reply, nodding his head in understanding before shrugging his shoulders.

“why don’t you just tell everyone hee’s your brother?”

you shrug, “no one ever asks.”

jungkook couldn’t deny that fact and nodded his head again. the conversation ends there and you focus on your gig, you did promise seungcheol your best behaviour.

your set ends peacefully and you pack up your equipment, swiftfully evading the drunken men making passes at you.

swinging your designer bag around your shoulders, you quickly fix your tight fitting minidress and strut your way to the bar. you only had one goal tonight, and that was to change mingyu’s impression of you.

though you have no idea how you were going to do that.

pushing girls out of the way, muttering soft ‘sorry’s’, you stand right in front at the bar, opposite to mister god sculpted. you wait for him to finish serving the man beside you, and when he finishes, he makes eye contact with you.

“hey,” you say breathlessly, this man had your knees shaking at just one glance, and you loved it. you’ve never felt so intimidated by a man before and it ignited something inside you.

mingyu looks you up and down, taking notice of the pink sparkly gloss on your plump lips, then he looks you in your eyes.

“alize lemonade again?” he asks you, grabbing a glass from the tray beside him.

you nod in agreement and watch him as he pours your drink, his biceps tensing under the pressure of lifting the blue liquor. you could stare for hours if he’d let you.

he places the drink in front of you, and you pull out the free drink card from your bag and place it in his palms, once again grazing your fingers against his for an extra second.

you look up at mingyu and smile, showing off your tooth gems that glimmered from the reflection of the bar lights.

“i still really want your instagram,” you blurt out. you hadn’t even had a sip of your alcohol yet, but for some reason the words just slipped out of your mouth.

mingyu chuckles and tilts his head to the left, “do you just ask anyone for their instagram?”

you shake your head no vigorously as you grab the drink from the bar top and take a sip of it, savouring the sweet flavour. as you’re about to reply to mingyu, a high pitched voice calls out to him, just like deja vu.

mingyu nods at you before walking to the other side of the bar and your eyes follow him, if you had a dollar for everytime you’d been cockblocked by somi— you’d have two dollars. which isn’t a lot, but it’s two times more than you’d wish for.

with a sigh you walk off and sip your drink. thinking about the two made your head hurt, you needed a smoke break.

“what’s with you and interfering when it comes to the cute dj?” mingyu asks the female, to which she responds with a shrug.

“i told you i’d save you the hassle of rejecting her, she’s bad news i told you.”

mingyu rolls his eyes at somi, getting tired of the mind games she’s been playing with him the past couple of years.

mingyu and somi used to have a friends with benefits relationship, but she had called it quits once they reached university because mingyu had confessed he had feelings for her. however, recently his feelings have come to a slow halt, he had been pining over her since highschool and he was getting tired of being led on by a string.

“i don’t know why you care, you’re the one that wanted us to stop in the first place.”

mingyu isn’t able to get a response from somi, as a familiar voice butts into their conversation. mingyu looks towards the bar top and sees heeseung with his arm wrapped around a girl, and it wasn’t you.

“two tequila’s” heeseung says, placing a fifth onto the bench, which mingyu grabs before placing two shot glasses on the bench, then pouring the gold liquor into them.

mingyu wasn’t exactly sure what to think, nor did he know if it was his place to actually say anything due to the fact that you and him weren’t even considered acquainted, but he was rolling with the assumption heeseung really was your boy toy.

“don’t you have a girlfriend?” he questions the younger boy, placing lemons on the rim of the shot glasses, “i don’t think you should be going around with other girls when yours is working right here, no?”

heeseung tilts his head in slight confusion, unsure of the nonsense mingyu was spouting, but heeseung was too tipsy to connect the dots and just annoyed at the fact mingyu was trying to lecture him out of nowhere.

“who are you to assume shit about me?” heeseung asks, downing the tequila and sucking on the lemon. “i don’t even know you.”

you stand outside in the cold, shivering slightly as you pull out a cigarette from your bag, placing the tobacco stick between your lips.

you reach into your bag again for a lighter, only to find it misplaced. “shit, did i leave it at home?” you question yourself, groaning in frustration at your forgetfulness.

as you’re about to turn around to ask the group of men a few feet away if they could lend you their lighter, a hand reaches out and ignites your cigarette— the scent of peaches overpowering the stench of smoke around you.

you glance towards the owner of the black lighter, seeing your saviour from the other night. what was his name? won… wonwoo.

with an inhale, you lift your hand and place the stick between your fingers before exhaling slowly, leaning your back against the wall, your head tilted in the direction of your knight in shining armour.

“hey, thanks again,” you say, pulling out another cigarette from your bag, but before you can hand it to wonwoo he pushes his hand out to deny it.

your brows furrow, “i don’t smoke.” well then why did he have a lighter?

as if your thoughts were written all over your face, wonwoo chuckles and explains himself. “a cousin of mine smokes and never brings his own lighter, you probably know him.”

you respond with an ‘ahhh’ and nod your head, puffing on the cigarette and starting small talk with mr peaches.

“what brings you out tonight?” you ask, curiously.

wonwoo shrugs, “my roommates working, so i thought i’d abuse the free drinks.”

you laugh at his answer, flicking the cigarette onto the concrete and stepping on it with the tip of your high heel. “mingyu’s your roommate?” you ask, though you already knew the answer, thanks to stalking wonwoo’s instagram the previous night.

wonwoo nods his head yes, and responds in a way that makes you shy and caught off guard. “you’re into mingyu, no?”

words were stuttering as they left your lips, trying to find any excuse to cover up the fact that what he said, was indeed factual. wonwoo laughs at your awkwardness, he found you quite adorable with the way your thoughts were so visible on your face.

“he told me that night at the convenience store,” he says. you sigh before finally nodding slowly at his previous question, you plead for him to not let word out, though that would prove to be quite useless as you make it pretty obvious to almost everyone you had the hots for mingyu.

wonwoo laughs again, “okay, then in return for last time, can you dj at my friends party? we’ll pay a good sum.”

and how do you possibly deny a well paid gig, well, you don’t. wonwoo and you exchange details about the event on instagram and then part ways as he’s decided it was home time for him.

you’re stood beside the bar pouring yourself a glass of water where the self serve water is, sipping it slowly as you try your best to sober up. you’ve been handed a few drinks by the fellow dj’s you’ve made acquaintances with while you were in the dj booth passing time.

to your shock, mingyu approaches you first, pulling you to the side, looking around swiftly like as if he was an agent in an action genre film. how cute.

mingyu looks downwards to make eye contact, his hair sticking to his forehead. “look, i’m not saying i care but you should keep your little boyfriend in check,” he says.

your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected lecture, and confusion at the word boyfriend. what boyfriend? you hadn’t had one for the past year, and you didn’t want one unless it was the man standing right in front of you.

“me? keep my boyfriend in check?” you question, the water didn’t exactly help sober you up and with your short temper, you started blurting words you would regret sooner or later.

“i think the one who should keep their partner in check is you,” you shout, loud enough to be heard over the music but not too loud everyone could listen in on your conversation.

“i wouldn’t be needing to keep anybody in check if your missus wasn’t going around calling people whores.” you spat.

“hey, i’m just looking out for you-“ mingyu tries to calm you down, but the liquor was coming up. lifting your hand up, you subtly tell him to talk to your hand, the other one coming up to your mouth.

“i need to fucking puke.”

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