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hyunpic · 7 months

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list of songs hyunjin has played on his lives/recommended:

note: im probably missing some & i couldn’t put links to all of them cause apparently tumblr has a link limit 🤨

lauv: julia, lonely eyes, invisible things, paris in the rain, never not, im so tired, the story never ends, i like me better

offonff: photograph, cigarette (ft. miso & tablo), dance, bath

beyoncé: crazy in love (remix)

billie eilish: i love you, &burn, idontwannabeyouanymore, ocean eyes, before i go, tv

honne: day1, la la la that’s how it goes

christina perri: a thousand years

shawn mendes: mercy, treat you better, in my blood

dvwn: phobia

dpr live: jam & butterfly

jehwi: dear moon

leehi: rose

bts: dna, waste it on me, make it right

colde: where love begins, string (ft. sunwoojunga), the museum, wa-r-r, your dog loves you (ft. crush), control me, a song nobody knows, im in love

got7: miracle, hard carry

justin bieber: lonely

josef salvat: call on me

taemin: criminal

night off: sleep

sam kim: make up (ft. crush), like a fool, sunny days summer nights

niki: lowkey

iu: the visitor, lullaby, knees, love poem, give you my heart, my sea

cha ni: starlight

sia: snowman

akmu: happening

sunwoojunga: run with me

the black skirts: everything

korea cracker: ocean (ft. hoyeon kim)

cosmic boy: can i love?

penomeco: no.5 (ft. crush)

yerin baek: blooming memories, limit

10cm: so…., however

day6: i’ll try, love me or leave me, when you love someone, you were beautiful, congratulations, zombie, days gone by, afraid

dean: d (half moon), instagram, what 2 do, bonnie & clyde

exo: first snow, the eve, love shot

sam fischer: this city

jukjae: do you want to walk with me?, lullaby

ph-1: nerdy love (ft. yerin baek), as i told you

baekhyun: love again, un village

amine: blackjack

young k: come as you are, guard you

flume: say it (ft. tove lo)

twice: dance the night away, fancy

ariana grande: thank u, next

hajin: we all lie

about: it has to be you

caroline says: winter is cold

h.e.r: u, wait for it

bol4: to my youth

monday kiz: winter is as i wished

paul kim: the road, additional

sweden laundry: the winter

jung seung hwan: in that winter

chungha: gotta go

zion.t: no make up, snow

airman: gloomy star, i’ll be your spring (ft. j_ust)

motte: dont run away

seventeen: a-teen, super

khalid: location

lukas graham: 7 years

imagine dragons: believer

bo kyung kim: dont think you are alone

jung ilhoon: spoiler (ft. babylon)

davichi: falling in love, 이 사랑

coldplay: everglow, viva la vida

lyn: my destiny

jus2: focus on me, long black, senses (jpn version)

crush: beautiful, you and i

ed sheeran: lego house, perfect, photograph, beautiful people

croosh: why

20 years of age: x

tori kelly: paper hearts

seulgi: always

luna: do you love me? (ft. george)

wisue: someone’s shining

epik high: eternal sunshine

jp saxe: if the world was ending

seori: fairy tale

bruno mars: marry you

the weeknd: earned it, die for you

jung seunghwan: its raining, an ordinary day, dear

sam tinnesz: play with fire

post malone: motley crew

jihyo: stardust love song

kim feel: your voice

sung sikyung: solar system, heejae

younha: stardust

wonpil: a journey

taeyeon: invu, some nights, toddler, drawing our moments

nct dream: boom

ha hyunsang: 3108

huhgak: memory of your scent

se so neon: nan chun, a long dream, midnight train, stranger

umi: remember me

tvxq!: mirotic

johnny balik: honey

red velvet: psycho

new jeans: hype boy

christian kuria: losing you

cigarettes after sex: k.

dpr ian: nerves, no blueberries, 1 shot

samm henshaw: broke

woodz: drowning

kelly clarkson: underneath the tree

kimmuseum: to you who cant sleep

taylor swift: betty

lana del rey: young and beautiful

harry styles: watermelon sugar, she

pink sweat$: honesty

masego: tadow

olivia rodrigo: vampire

troye sivan: youth, for him

kai: mmmh

2pm: my house

oasis - wonderwall

oasis - hey now

mac miller - that’s on me

mac miller - everybody

nothing but thieves - amsterdam

bren joy - sweet

back number - i love you

puma blue - already falling

mac ayres - roses

mac ayres - next to you

bruno major - old soul

#hyunjin song recommendations #<- so i can find it later for updates #i spent like 3 hours writing this and putting the links shdjdndb #maybe anon from yesterday finds this helpful!

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got-svt · 3 years

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groak

pairing: kim wonpil x reader genre: fluff word count: 646

Wonpil didn’t mean to stare, you just happened to be in his line of sight. At least that was what he repeatedly told himself so he could try and convince both Jae and himself that he did not have a crush on you.

“Dude, just talk to them.” Jae insisted, gently shaking Wonpil’s shoulders, “What do you have to lose?”

“No!” Wonpil whisper-yelled at his friend, eyes looking around wildly just in case anybody managed to overhear, “I’m not going to.”

With a final huff towards his friend, Wonpil’s gaze landed on you once again as you delicately sipped your cup of tea, eyes skimming through the book you were reading. Jae rolled his eyes at his friend’s helplessness, surely he would be hearing about you for days to come.

The first time Wonpil laid his eyes on you was a couple of weeks ago, sun shining brightly through the window pane of the cafe he frequented. Your skin seem seemed to glow golden at the sun’s gentle haze, taking a bite of the blueberry muffin that accompanied your morning coffee. He felt his breath get caught in his throat at the sight of you, never had he seen anything more enchanting; he just couldn’t help but stare.

It was raining the second time he saw you, exactly a week after the first. Wonpil was shocked, to say the least. He just couldn’t believe his luck as he saw you warming yourself up as you cradled a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, gently blowing away the smoke. Though your hair was wet, sticking to your face as a result of the rain, he thought you were just as alluring. As his gaze repeatedly made its way over to you, he wondered if all he had in him was to admire you from afar.

Wonpil crossed every finger on his hands that you would be at the cafe today. The universe must’ve been on his side as he saw you at your usual table, halfway through a book and looking as captivating as ever. The only difference this time around was that he was accompanied by his friend Jae, who was determined to see the person Wonpil just couldn’t shut up about. He cared for his friend’s happiness, he couldn’t just watch him pine for you, “You’re not always going to be so lucky. This might be the last time they come to this cafe and you never even got to know their name.”

Meanwhile, you hadn’t been oblivious to the cute boy staring at you for the past fifteen minutes. Truthfully, you were almost itching to approach him, invite him to join you over at your table. You shook your head at the thought, that would be too forward, you were just going to have to wait for him. Lucky for you, his friend Jae was just as antsy as you as he said something you couldn’t quite hear. Wonpil made his way over to you, eyes suddenly unable to meet yours, clearly nervous.

“You know, I was waiting for when you were going to approach me.” You smiled, gesturing to the unoccupied seat in front of you, “You’ve been staring at me for the past few minutes.”

“I’ve actually been staring at you for much longer than that.” He loudly blurted out as he took a seat, his eyes immediately growing wider at his admission. In the distance, you could hear the subtle contact of Jae’s palm meeting his face. He waited for you to push your chair back, scream in horror, maybe even throw your piping hot cup of tea at him.

Instead, you laughed — loud and unrestrained, yet it still sounded like music to his ears. “I’m Yn.”

Okay, so maybe Wonpil did have a little crush on you. But he’d never tell you, at least, not for a while.

groak (v.) — to stare longingly at someone who is eating in the hope that they will ask you to join them.

part of the lover’s dictionary

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chicken-fifi · 3 years

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Firsts - Wonpil Imagine

Requested by anon: Bf wonpil having sex for the first time with his virgin gf?? I absolutely luv ur writing btw it always cheers me up

Word count: 1,132 words

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. As your lips clashed with Wonpils, the movie playing on the tv was long forgotten. His hands were holding you close, roamin your body as they pulled you closer and toyed with the hem of your shirt, occasionally slipping underneath and caressing your skin. He pulled away, your swollen lips being left longing for contact.

“Jagi~” you whined, not liking the sudden loss of contact.

“I think we should stop here before we get too-” Wonpil began, moving to get up from the couch before you grabbed his sleeve, stopping him from going any further.

“I don’t want to stop. I want this. With you.”

Wonpil turned to face you properly, his eyes meeting yours as his hands moved to cup your cheeks, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, moving your head to place a kiss on his left palm, “More sure than you know.”

Slowly, Wonpil leaned back in placing a kiss on your lips before letting his mouth begin to wander down to your jaw letting his kisses fall gingerly onto your skin. He leaned back pulling you with him. You moved closer opting to straddle his lap to save both your necks and backs from the pain. His hands settled on your hips for a moment before wandering further back and lazily resting on the curve of your ass. You pulled away, placing your hands at the bottom of his shirt before removing it. That was all it took before the two of you began stripping playfully teasing one another as you made your way to the master bedroom in your apartment.

Letting yourself fall backwards onto the bed - clothed in nothing but your undergarments - Wonpil took the chance to crawl over you, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck before travelling down until he reached the waistband of your panties. His fingers hooked the sides of the garment and pulled them towards him, slowly sliding them off of your body. Throwing them over his shoulder, he quickly got up and walked over his jeans - which were situated at the doorway - picked them up and shoved his hand into one of the pockets and pulled it out revealing a foil package.

“I guess Jaehyung-hyung was right about needing this tonight,” he said, making you laugh.

Walking over he quickly crawled back over you, feverishly connecting your lips as his finger gingerly began prodding at your entrance.

“If you want to stop at any moment just say so.”

With that one his fingers quickly slipped into you, the pressure making you uncomfortable. Wonpil studied your face carefully watching as it etched in different expressions before gently beginning to slide in and out. The more he repeated the process the more you seemed to get comfortable with it - beginning to let out a few moans. Going on for a bit longer, he soon slipped in another finger - starting off gently and slowly to let you get accustomed to the feeling.

You let out a moan - not sure if it was from the uncomfortable feeling or from the pleasure you started to feel each time his fingers moved inside you. One thing you did know was that you didn’t want him to stop. The way his fingers felt against your walls as they slid in and out tenderly was quite pleasing. Your moans began getting a bit stronger - that is until Wonpil retracted his hand from you suddenly. Eyes snapping open, you looked at him as he took a moment to fumble with the foil package, opening it and taking out the neatly packaged condom before beginning to shakily roll it on.

“I think I’m supposed to be the nervous one here,” you joked, earning a small laugh from him.

He leaned back over, his lubed hands avoiding your face at all costs as he clashed his lips against yours. Your hands instinctively went around his neck. As you did you so, you felt his hand move in between your bodies, a finger sliding back inside you and tenderly moving before sliding back out as he adjusted his member to come into contact with your entrance but not go in.

“Are you sure you want to-”

“Wonpil, I’m positive that I want to go through with this with you. And if at any point I decide I don’t, I’ll tell you.”

Wonpil nodded gulping audibly as he did so. He steadily began to slip into you, stopping whenever your face etech into one of pain or discomfort to check on you to which you told you were fine. After finally slipping into the hilt he stilled, letting you grow accustomed to the new feeling. You’d be lying if said it wasn’t uncomfortable. Painful? No, but the new pressure and the feeling of having a new thing inside you was certainly something else. You breathed out letting your body relax before telling Wonpil to move.

The first few thrusts were gentle, but no matter how gente they were, it was quite uncomfortable. However as thrusts began to pass the discomfort soon began morphing into pleasure, moans leaving your lips as a signal of joy rather than discomfort. Wonpil brought his head to your neck, beginning to suck on the skin - there were surely going to be a number of hickies adorning your neck in the morning but you would deal with that then, right now you wanted nothing more than to bathe in the euphoric feeling beginning to form inside you.

“Wonpil,” you moaned out softly, turning your head and nuzzling your face into his hair as your hands pulled him away from your neck. Bringing his face to yours, you placed a loving kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His thrusts became a bit more lethargic, speeding up them slowing down before speeding up again. The shift in pace brought you more pleasure than you imagined. During one of those shifts, you felt your back arch off the bed, your arms clinging onto Wonpil for dear life as he rode out your high hitting a perfect spot effectively over and over. Before long your body settled back onto the bed, Wonpil slipping out of you and carefully removing the soiled condom before throwing it away and laying in bed beside you.

“Do you want to take a bath?” he asked running a hand through your dampened hair.

You shook your head, “Maybe later. Right now I just wanna lay here with you in this afterglow.”

Wonpil placed a tender kiss on your temple, pulling you closer to him, “Get some rest then. You sound tired.”

You smiled lazily before closing your eyes, slipping into a light slumber, Wonpil’s combination of humming and soothing touches lulling to sleep.

A/N: I do hope you guys enjoyed this. Happy Monday!

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punksungjin · 4 years

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just flower shop things [kim wonpil]

the mandatory florist!wonpil bc he is so soft and cute. alternatively: everyday wonpil looks forward to seeing his favorite customer, but it has to take a little bit of jealousy to get him to admit he likes them.

pairing: kim wonpil (day6) x reader

1.5 k words | florist au, fluff

Your visits are the highlight of Wonpil’s day.

The flower shop is a lot of things, brick and white concrete and earth, but boring is how he would choose to describe it. Not a lot of people buy flowers during regular days, and most of the time Wonpil just lounges behind the counter, occasionally spritzing and pruning, then taking a nap. Boring, Wonpil thinks.

Until you start visiting.

You come in everyday. He’s memorized your routine: in the morning, you’re first to walk in—he’s lucky enough if any customer comes after you—so much that the wind chime tinkling before 9 AM has become synonymous with your return. Coming in, you’ll inhale all the scents of the shop—cherrywood and leaves—and walk to his counter with a renewed bounce in your step.

Wonpil thinks you’re pretty.

“Good morning,” he says brightly, when you come into his shop that morning. He doesn’t usually like acting cute on purpose but it just comes out when you’re there. He’s giddy when you visit, and grateful because you’re giving him business. “What can I get you today?”

Wonpil knows your order by heart, but he lets you say it anyway. He likes the sound of your voice. Friendship flowers, please. “Friendship flowers, please. I think I’ll get those pink ones.”

Pink? That’s new. He flashes you a smile, taking the pencil tucked from behind his ear, writing you a slip.

“What will you be giving me?” You peer over the counter to look at his handwriting. Then, Wonpil can only focus on your head, which he can see directly as you lean over, and he thinks even the back of your head is beautiful. “Ooh, freesias. I bet that’s pretty. Everything you do is pretty.”

Your compliment sends a zing up Wonpil’s feet. He disappears into the backroom for a bit, collecting your flowers. He considers adding another one, but stops when he remembers the flowers aren’t for you anyway.

When he returns, you’re still there, tapping your fingers on the counter. Wonpil’s noticed you like watching him work on the bouquet with his hands, so he spreads it out on the nearby table and beckons you to come closer.

“Your friend must be very happy,” Wonpil hums. A strand of hair has fallen astray on his forehead and he’s pretty sure you’re staring at him. Cute.

“She is,” you murmur. You’re fixated on his craft, folding and creasing, bunching and tying. “You make such good art with your hands.”

Wonpil feels the blush rise in his cheeks. “Ah, I meant she must be very happy because you’re thoughtful—”

“Really, you deserve more traction.” He looks at you and you’re grinning, all crinkled eyes and teeth, and he thinks your eyes are especially pretty today. “My friends like your work. You’re amazing.”

You’re amazing.

Even hours after you leave, Wonpil can still hear you talking fondly about him. He can practically hear the smile in your voice. You’re amazing. He shakes his head and buries it in his hands, aware of how giddy he’s feeling.

The next day, you walk in, same pep in your step, same cheer in your voice. Except—

“Do you have any flowers for... Someone you love?” You rub your arm shyly, and Wonpil feels like... Well. He doesn’t know what he feels like. It feels like jealousy, but the rational part of him condemns it, because while he truly does like you, it wouldn’t matter. You’re clearly not interested, anyway.

He settles for ‘dread’. “Roses?”

You smile. Wonpil has heard of the idiom of smiles lighting up rooms before, but he didn’t really think that sort of smile was real until he met you. “Roses it is, then.”

When Wonpil turns around he frowns so hard it feels like his head is going to explode. Maybe he should have confessed his little crush earlier.

Reluctantly he gets the roses and wraps them—he doesn’t even put on a show for you to watch. When he’s done he thinks about how the flowers are pretty and so are you, and how you’re going to give the flowers to someone you like, and it isn’t him.

Nope, not jealous. Definitely not.

Wonpil puffs his cheeks out and exhales, walking back to the counter where you’re waiting. “Here you go,” he says curtly, mouth in a tight smile. He’s holding the bouquet with both hands like a schoolboy offering flowers.

You look at him curiously, taking the flowers from Wonpil. “Are you... Are you okay?” An awkward laugh punctuates the end of your sentence. “You look angry.”

Immediately Wonpil glances at his reflection on the nearby mirror and realizes he looks like a fool: lips pressed together, brows scrunched, cheeks flushed scarlet. “Oh, sorry—!” He drops the expression. “Sorry, I think I just—”

You cut him off with a laugh. “What was that? That was cute.”

“Ah...” Wonpil laughs nervously, allows himself a smile. He rubs a hand on the back of his neck. “Thank you.”

You give a bright nod to him. He looks at you starting to leave and suddenly one thing is clear to him: he likes you, and he wishes he could give you all the flowers in the world.

“Wait,” Wonpil says, before you can leave. You’re paid and leaving, and he thinks if he doesn’t say it now, he’d never get the courage to say it. “Y/N, wait here, please.”

“Um— “ You freeze in your spot. “Um, okay...?”

He leaves you bewildered when he goes in the backroom. Hidden, Wonpil tries to even out his breathing. Then, systematically, like he’s done countless times before, he takes a couple of flowers, wrapping them together in a small, simple bouquet. It doesn’t look like much compared to your roses.

Still, these are the flowers that remind you of him. They’re direct and pretty. Just like you.

“Here.” Wonpil holds out your bouquet in the same manner again, and he doesn’t even meet your eyes. You look like a deer in headlights, but eventually you put down the roses—Oh, thank God!—and take the flowers, brushing against his hand in the process.

“What’s this?”

“Peonies and baby’s breath,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. “They’re sweet and pretty, so they match you.”

Wonpil’s a bit pleased to see you flustered.

“Wah, Pil, they’re...” You sniff the flowers. “I think I’ll just pay for this one.”

“What?” Haha, what? “They’re for you.”

Silence. Wonpil rubs his hands together awkwardly.

You blink. “For me?”

“Yes,” he says, “take them; they’re free.”

“Aw, Pil, thank you but I couldn’t really—”

“Take them,” Wonpil blurts out, waving his hand dismissively. “I made them for you. Just... For you.”

“What—” Your eyes widen with realization and he winces, preparing himself for the rejection. Oh, well. At least you would be kind enough to turn him down nicely. “What is—Are these really for me?”

You sound so bewildered he can’t help but laugh. “Um, I like you,” he says quietly, but you catch the words anyway.

“You like me?”

His head whips up to look at you. Why did you look so surprised? Surely you’d caught on with his pining, he wasn’t exactly the most subtle person.

“Yes, and I think you like someone so I’m going to say my feelings now before they get deeper,” Wonpil says earnestly, glancing at the bouquet of roses on the counter.

You hang your head. “Wonpil...”

Here it comes.

“I don’t really like flowers,” you mumble. Like some kind of cruel allegory, he actually feels himself wilt under your gaze. You didn’t like flowers? Why were you buying so much, then? Flowers were all he could offer, and you didn’t like them. “I don’t really like flowers, Pil, and—”

“Ah, okay. So I’ll just take those?”

“No!” Your voice surprises the both of you. “I don’t like flowers and... I only ever go in here to see you. That’s why I go here, to see you. Sorry if... That’s creepy. But I like seeing your smile and you’re cute and you make good bouquets so—”

What you’re saying slowly sinks in. You like him, too. Wonpil’s mouth quirks upward in a smile. “You’re cute.”

You’re gripping the bouquet too hard. “I think you’re cute, too.”

The two of you exchange shy glances at each other for a moment. Then, he asks, “So who are the flowers for?”

“My mom’s. It’s her birthday.”

“Ah.” Wonpil didn’t know it was possible but he smiles even bigger. He even giggles, and the sound rings through the shop. “I’ll take the roses back, then. Cotton would suit her better. Wait here, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

Before he leaves again for the backroom, your hands brush like they always do. But this time, you aren’t in a rush to draw away, and you flash him the smile that makes him feel all warm and funny inside.

Okay, I’ll be here.

Definitely, your visits are the highlight of Wonpil’s day.

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onyourzeus · 3 years

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• stress-free | kwp

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: stress-free pairing: kim wonpil (of day6) & you (she/her pronouns) genre: FLUFF, college!au words: 3.4k

author’s note: @pirimiritiddy requested a fic about wonpil, and here it is. it went on for longer than i previously planned, buuuuut. i hope it’s still okay aaaa

(this is the 1st time i’ve written something for wonpil so if i get his personality wrong, i do apologize. i am also a baby myday huhu)

this dot fic (bullet style) is part of the falling asleep on the bus scenario that i intend to write for each day6 member. check out the others: dowoon (currently only 2/5 completed)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

wonpil hates his schedule for this winter term

who assigns a class that is only available at seven in the evening??

3 times a week

during THE WINTER

did he mention it’s a major lecture he’s required to take??

psychology of stress, more like

this class is giving him the kind of stress it is specifically warning its students about

anyway, what can he say. he chose this major, there’s only 1 more term after this one and then finally: graduation

it’ll be fine, he’ll live

thank the heavens they didn’t need to attend the first two meetings, but some reading material was provided

and was expected by the professor to have been read and reflected upon

the class is really living up to its name because when wonpil opened the pdf

it was 30 pages of tiny font sized sentences (for ants!) about the definition of stress and how it affects every part of the body yada yada yada

wonpil tried. he really tried

that is to say he fell asleep on his desk while going over the same 20th page of the document

if it weren’t for jae shaking him awake, he’d miss his first night class

it would’ve been nice… if only the professor didn’t take attendance (something about being generous enough to make the first 2 classes “free,” so everyone has an obligation to come in for the remainder of the semester)

great, he’s stuck freezing his ass off just walking to the bus stop alone

hopefully they turn the heater all the way up in the auditorium or else

the thousands spent in tuition would have literally been for nothing

overdramatic wonpil, can you blame him

he thinks about reading the remaining 10 pages on the bus, even if he knows nothing of value will be absorbed

he wants to tries anyway, he does feel a little bit refreshed from that impromptu nap

the bus has arrived, and it’s packed as usual; a lot of the students riding the shuttle are just yet to take off in the following stops

wonpil squeezes his way inside, 30 pages of stress psychology research gripped in both hands

“excuse me, sorry,” wonpil mumbles, eyeing for a spot to sit to make him comfortable

because once all the people standing up leave, it’s usually a race for the exit

he’ll never understand college students

finally, he sees an empty seat way in the back. there was a girl on one end and two other students who seem to be ready to get off on the right side

wonpil doesn’t mind sitting next to someone, but once those 2 are gone he’ll just scoot over to give the girl on the left some privacy

she seems very much in deep sleep anyway, wonpil wonders if her stop is coming or she’s riding to go to campus?

wonpil doesn’t have time to think about other people, it causes him unnecessary stress

once sat down, his eyes focus on the last page he left off of

the words register as gibberish in his brain, and with the bus moving so much it makes it even more difficult to follow along the paragraphs

wonpil takes in a deep breath, holds it in, and sighs very heavily

his patience is usually the best out of his friends, but this class is turning more and more into the psychology of how to get you stressed tf out instead

the bus nears its next stop, and the two people on his side stand up to leave, yes he can breathe normal air

however

hold on

his shoulder feels heavy

turning his head slightly, for some reason once the bus had stopped its engine the girl’s head had flipped over to lean against wonpil’s shoulder instead

oh no oh no oh no

his shoulders suddenly freeze, as if blasted with a ray gun filled with ice

it’s heavy and he can’t move, it’s numb and this girl’s hair is splayed all over his his sweater

and she

she smells of coffee, and wonpil inhales it in

it’s not foul or anything, but it’s definitely exuding notes of espresso bean and freshly roasted coffee

it makes wonpil feel a little more awake

but he still can’t move his shoulders, and suddenly he’s panicking because the bus started moving again and even though capacity has lessened by 80%

someone decided to sit on the other end of the row he’s at

so if he even attempts to move, he’ll still be seated next to someone

wonpil grumbles, lower lip jutting forward

something shifts

and he realizes he shook his shoulders a little bit with his frustration

“ah…” he exclaims inaudibly, panicking at the possibility that he had woken her up from her nap

wonpil tenses up, shoulders stiff and eyes peering at his side to see what she’s up to

she lifts her head just a few inches off of wonpil’s shoulder, and for a moment he’s relieved that maybe she realizes what’s going on

but wonpil only hears a soft yawn coming from her, and she returns to using his very rigid shoulder as her pillow during this bus ride

let’s just say that the next thirteen minutes was more stress-inducing than wonpil wanted it to be

right when the bus reaches the final stop (main campus), wonpil exerts any and all efforts he has to shake his shoulder, up and down, enough to elicit an awake response from this stranger

the moment he feels her let up, wonpil dashes through that bus door like there’s no tomorrow

he is greeted with the coldest wind hitting his face, and his shoulder feeling numb from all the.. pillow roleplaying it did, if you will

wonpil feels bad, borderline guilty for leaving her like that— what if she’s asleep until now?? he can almost hear soft snores from her end for a minute there, too, and it took so much of wonpil to resist chuckling at it while in panic mode simultaneously

suffice to say, he was not able to read the rest of the document

in wonpil’s defense, he had encountered it first hand — how stress overcomes one’s body and mind

he forces himself to focus on what’s ahead, as boring as it sounds

he enters the lecture hall with a few minutes so spare, deciding to sit in the back

the projector screens are big and wonpil is not about to take his chances of getting called on today

luckily enough, he finds a row with visibly no other student sitting around the area

shoulder feeling more alive, he comes back to his senses as well

he takes off his outer sweater as it had become toastier inside. he still had a couple layers beneath his clothes

as the professor starts talking, wonpil finds himself yawning a few times

he doesn’t know if the video playing on screen is boring him or the girl in the bus affected his sleepiness

suddenly he remembers the smell of coffee, and how that’d sound real good right about now

he slaps both of his cheeks lightly, trying to take him back in the zone of at least writing down important notes

he’s on the fifth bullet point of his note-taking when the door behind him opens abruptly

it wasn’t loud or disrupting to the whole class, virtually no one even batted an eye

but thats because they’re far from the door

and wonpil is literally ten feet away, so when he feels the cold suddenly hit his back he had to know the source of the sudden hit in temperature

the class hadn’t been going on for less than an hour, and there have been students coming in on the other end of the auditorium

so wonpil isn’t that surprised that another student has just arrived

he caught a glimpse of her hair, but that’s about it as wonpil goes back to his tedious notes

until the very same person scoots herself in wonpil’s row

he huffs under his breath, the illusion of some privacy now shattered

with a polite (semi-forced) smile, wonpil turns to the side to greet his classmate

again, wonpil becomes frozen in spot

kind of like when you feel a magnetic pull somewhere, you follow it

and then suddenly you see it from afar, not believing your eyes if it’s actually real; if it’s actually there

in wonpil’s case, he’s one seat away from her

recognizing the flow of her hair, but more importantly

that distinct scent of coffee beans from her clothes

this time, wonpil has a clear look on her face and he’s… speechless

his polite smile has turned into a look of awe, eyes glued towards her

she senses his gaze, turns to him and quickly bows down as a polite greeting

“sorry, but has the class been going on for a while?”

she speaks

“oh, um, what— what?”

“oh,” she looks confused, but rephrases her question, “what time did the class start? i had a hard time finding this lecture hall.”

she’s talking to him, not just leaning her head on his shoulder

“seven”

was all wonpil could say

“it started at 7? cool, i’m not that late then!” she cheers, grinning shyly. wonpil watches the way she puts a strand of hair tucked beneath her ear. she’s pulling out her laptop from her bag when she notices a pair of wide eyes still on her person

“is… is this seat taken?” she asks, and wonpil hasn’t even taken in the fact that this is the same person from the bus

“yes”

tongue-tied wonpil strikes again, blinking back his own obliviousness to her question

“i mean— no, now it is, by you. you’re sitting there, um, i— feel free to sit wherever you want”

he’s scrambling for his words, flustered cheeks heating up amidst the warmth of the room

she just nods her head in understanding, and wonpil finally realizes he’s been staring at her direction for longer than he should have

“STRESS”

the professor verbalized into her mic which causes wonpil to look to the front all of a sudden

right, right. he’s at a lecture. what’s gotten him so fidgety and embarrassed and now all that he’s pretending to type on his google doc is

sdfjfjdfhshllsghgjghsh

just so he looks busy next to the girl who fell asleep on him on the bus

was there any point in preoccupying his mind with thoughts of her, and her head resting on him? no it’s stupid, wonpil knows this.

people do it all the time, by accident, due to exhaustion, they don’t mean a thing by it

but wonpil is curious, and this is going to kill him. for sure

so he peeks at her again, and like a normal, decent student that she is (compared to wonpil at this point let’s be real) her hands are busy hand writing whatever the professor was saying

meanwhile, wonpil continues to sdfjskgnglddfjs his way to a passing B in this class

even in this large, spacious lecture hall he can still take in her scent

maybe it’s a new perfume that’s up and coming, that’s why it smells so strongly on her

oh! he can ask that? hey, do you mind sharing what line of perfume you’re using? it smells really good

it sounds like a common question, right? i mean if you wear strong fragrances you’re bound to be asked a question about it

he’s about to ask, he really was so ready to ask, what was he gonna lose? his dignity?

over a simple, inquisitive question?

“and now before we go on a twenty minute break, it’s time to introduce yourself to the person sitting close to you”

...

why do college professors have to do this?

wonpil bites his lip, at this point in time he’s a senior who’s fed up with ice breakers like this. if it were any other person sitting next to him, in front of him, behind him— he would just go with his usual introduction

“hi i’m kim wonpil, studying psychology and i graduate in the spring. i’m taking this class for a major requirement”

then go about his merry way.

but with her? she and him have history

sort of, and it’s the kind of history that is recent and wonpil is unsure if she is even aware of the weird string of fate-like connection they have

or, wonpil, hear your consciousness out

it’s not a big deal, and in the scenario she doesn’t remember she fell asleep on the bus on another person

then you can just say hi like usual, and cut the string of fate there and then

(but does wonpil really want that?)

“hi”

oh crap she’s started it

wonpil braces himself for whatever outcome this interaction comes out to. he’ll let her speak, and tailor his response from there

“i’m sorry, this might be really weird but that’s your sweater, right?”

so she didn’t give her name, her major, anything substantial about herself but instead shoots wonpil a question

pointing at the sweater that’s draped on the seat in front of wonpil

wonpil doesn’t even check to look. he gulps, nods his head and squeaks, “yeah… why?”

something in her eyes flash by, almost like a glint of recognition

she puts a hand on her mouth, and wonpil can make out the faintest shade of pink blushing its way to her ears

it’s kinda cute

“did someone happen to… fall asleep on you on the bus coming to campus today?”

“... yes?”

“that was me” she buries her face even further into her hands, almost lowering down to the chair

wonpil thought she was gonna fall for some reason so he had to remedy the situation somewhat

“i.. i, um, did you have a good nap?”

great comeback

wonpil was so ready to leave the auditorium and never come back after the break

but he hears her giggle, and slowly come out of her shyness

and it’s a sweet sight, to finally see the way her cheeks look full of embarrassed laughter

as she twirls around a length of hair nervously

and taps the pen on the surface of her desk repeatedly

it was endearing, and wonpil forgets about why he was panicking in the first place

she then explains that she had work the whole day, and only had an hour to rest up before going to this 7pm class

wonpil listens intently, watching her mannerisms and the lilt in her voice when she continues to apologize for falling asleep on him without realizing it

“i’m not usually a deep sleeper, but work was exceptionally tiring today and i just needed at least a bit of shut eye” wonpil nods understandingly, almost worried about her health

“where do you work if you don’t mind me asking?”

“at the coffee shop a few blocks away from campus,” she answers, head tilting to the side “i’m still wearing my uniform for it… is it too obvious?”

wonpil didn’t even realize her black long sleeves was a cafe uniform

but it did explain her strong coffee smell

“something like that,” wonpil decided to say, curling his lips upward, feeling content and relieved at the turnout of events

for the 20 minute break, wonpil thought they’d reconcile over what transpired between them and mind their own business soon enough— even if he thinks it’s hard to do that now knowing something about her

which intrigues wonpil

and, quite frankly, he’d like to talk to her more

just so he has an excuse to watch her emotions paint her face beautifully

but there was a pause right after their short conversation

and in real Awkward Wonpil Fashion, he shows her the 30 page reading material, in all of its flimsy glory and starts asking questions about it

“so uh did you read the whole thing? i thought it was interesting up until the part that i dozed off”

and wonpil got his wish; he sees her eyes shine in surprise at his sudden attempt of an intellectual discussion

but she doesn’t deter him away

and actually, she’s read the whole damn thing. and wonpil was beyond amazed at the level of detail she explains to him about the parts he didn’t understand

he actually starts typing real notes while she was talking

this made her laugh in between her explanations, and wonpil didn’t understand what was so funny about

the fight or flight response

“it’s just. the way you’re typing this down so seriously, i’m sure the prof can explain it better”

wonpil shakes his head no, shakes it so much it hurt his temples

she laughs again, and he likes hearing that sound

“do you want to see what i’ve typed the past hour and a half of this class?’

“bet :p”

“actually nevermind” flashbacks of dsfkjsdjffdslkg ring true in wonpil’s mind as he quickly backspaces the nonsense in his notes

and the conversation continues from more psychology talks, to figuring out they’re in the same major but she’s a recent transfer student from last year

and had been juggling work and school since the start of her senior year

wonpil wonders why he hasn’t seen her in the coffee shop yet

he would have done a double take the first time meeting her there for sure

“oh you’re too kind,” she suddenly replies???

wonpil had said his thoughts out loud

without further embarrassing him, she says that she had only started working there since it’s more convenient for her; wonpil feels grateful she doesn’t dwell on the compliment any longer

alas, the break finishes and the droll of the professor’s voice reverberates throughout the room

this time, though, wonpil definitely feels more alert (awake enthusiastic) as the two of them exchange little comments about the class material

and before you know it, class is over and wonpil is an excited bunny. since they’re by the door they got to leave before everyone else

wonpil thinks it’s time to part ways… but this time they’re not fully strangers at all. they’re taking the same class, same major, they even know each other’s name.

surely this isn’t the last time, right?

“hey, wonpil…” he didn’t even realize that they have started walking towards the bus stop together

“hm?”

“i think i owe you one,” she starts, stopping her tracks to face him. eyebrows up in hesitation, wonpil waits for her to finish

“you know, for taking over your personal space for my own comfort”

“oh that? haha that’s nothing :)” honestly if wonpil can do it again he’d volunteer in a heartbeat

“no, really. let me make it up to you. coffee? on me? i make a mean cappuccino” she winks

it strikes through wonpil’s heart

no need for resuscitation.. yet

“or a matcha latte? whatever you’d like it’ll be on me”

“anything!” wonpil exclaims, suddenly realizing the offer being given to him, the excitement bubbling up inside him again. “i mean, anything you’d like to have me try. surprise me,” he corrects himself

that manages to have her grin widely, eyes twinkling in excitement similar to wonpil’s and he thinks

they can get along

they can get to know each other better this way

“would you be up to go for one now?”

“oh— oh! now?”

“yeah, that way none of us takes the risk of falling asleep back on the bus hehe”

well, he really wouldn’t mind that happening a second time

“really now, wonpil?”

andddd he exposed himself again

it’s fine, she tugs his hand slightly to lead him to the bus that has arrived and wonpil follows in a daze

it’s a little full, so they have no other choice but to stand and hold onto the railings above

“guess no falling asleep here…” she teases, and now wonpil can’t use his hands to hide his blushing face

but the feeling of her just close by

and the scent of coffee lingering in the air

in between them

just inches away from each other

it’ll do for now

#day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 au #kim wonpil scenarios #kim wonpil imagines #kim wonpil x reader #day6 fic #dot series #by:jiae

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yer-cute-when-you-scream · 4 years

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making out with day6 headcanons?

A/N: I am such a softie for Jae and Wonpil, and such a slut for Young K...

Sungjin is very sensual when making out with you, he will have you wrapped tightly in his arms, his hand going to the back of your head to hold you close as your tongues explore each other’s mouths. Making out is something unexpected that happens every now and then, you’ll both be in the kitchen, either cooking or doing dishes, and you’ll look at each other. He walks closer to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling your body against his, lightly brushing his lips against yours before he fully goes in for the kiss…You’ll end up sitting on top of the counter with Sungjin in between your legs because of this.

Jae can be very playful when making out with you, you may initiate the kissing session, but you’ll always end up underneath him. You walk out into the living room and see he is playing a game; you wouldn’t usually do this but the game he’s playing isn’t online. Walking over to him and swinging your legs on either side of him, he pauses his game and grabs your hips, your hands go to his hair as you press your lips against his. He peppers kisses along your jaw and down your neck, you softly giggle, he smiles against you and begins to leave more kisses. He’ll push you back on the couch and hold you down as he kisses you everywhere just to hear your laugh.

Young K is very intense when making out with you, you’ll both end up naked and tangled in each other’s arms. He’ll have you pinned against the wall, his hands roaming your body as you crumble under his touch, he’ll pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist before walking to the bed. Dry humping each other, you pull at his hair making him groan against your lips, his hands slipped your shorts off, he moved down your body and pulled your panties off with his teeth. He smirked as he heard you gasp, the affect this man has on you is insane, this all started from making out.

Wonpil is very soft when making out with you, these sessions can happen anytime, anywhere. You’re both on the couch and watching a movie, he has his arms wrapped around you and you both feel so content, until a steamy scene comes on and you both tense up a bit, neither you or Wonpil get turned on during these scenes but this was different. You look up and meet his face just a few inches away from yours, his eyes are filled with love, you both lean in and begin to move your lips in sync with each other. Soon you’re on his lap, his hands on either side of your face as he kisses you with passion.

Dowoon is very sweet when making out with you, these moments really make you appreciate the love you have for each other. You both woke up to the sunlight hitting your eyes, he has arms wrapped around you and your chests are pressed together. His hand caresses your cheek as he stares at your face, he wonders to himself how he got so lucky to have someone so beautiful and amazing as you, he’s the first to lean in, your lips touch and you swear you feel sparks every time you kiss him. He pulls your body closer to his and deepens the kiss, the kiss is passionate, fiery and full of love. You both agree that this is the best way to wake up in the morning.

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wonpilandseungmins-whore · 4 years

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Boyfriend!Wonpil sat on the couch as you sat upon his lap. He had to leave for a family trip and you sadly couldn’t go because you were backed up with exams but it didn’t matter now because you were making out with your baby! You pecked each other’s lips constantly as one of you would get confident every now and then and give some tongue action. You most likely lost count over how long you two have been kissing but all you wanted was for him to be as close to you physically as possible. Pulling him closer and moving on his lap, pulling his hair from the back, and kissing him as deeply as you could. Two weeks was just far too long without any sort of touch. You both gasped for air as you had been kissing for forever, he rested his forehead against yours while breathing heavily. “I’m never going on a trip that long without you ever again, I won’t do that to us princess.” You giggled against your boyfriend!Wonpil as you pulled your head away from his, holding both of his hands in yours as they laid in his lap. “I don’t think we could survive longer than a day.” No one could ever steal this precious boy from your life and I mean no one.

#day6 #kim wonpil #imagine #kim wonpil imagines #kpop #fanfic #day6 scenarios #making out #familytrip

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wingsofkpop · 4 years

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This Beautiful Feeling | Kim Wonpil

pairing(s): Kim Wonpil x Reader

genre: Pure Fluff

warning(s): None

word count: 790

synopsis: Wonpil searches for your face at a Day6 concert… and when he finds you, it’s like the stars align...

The cheers of the crowd raid Wonpil’s ears like a sweet melody; one that he could listen to over and over again for the rest of his life. He scans over the faces of the many fans, beaming at the enthusiastic hunger projecting from their sparkling eyes and bright smiles. Even so, as stunning as every one of them was—they weren’t quite as beautiful as the one face he was purposely searching for.

Jae and Brian’s brief message to the audience goes unheard as Wonpil continues to search through the sea of strangers. He finds it a bit difficult to make out the rows further back, due to the blinding stage lights, but soon decides to move to another part of the venue after a quick sweep. He should have found out the seat number. Or the section at least.

Sungjin’s speaking now, praising the fans for their steadfast support. It wouldn’t be long until he’s finished, then Dowoon, and it would be Wonpil’s turn to speak. The thought pushes him to quicken his search, trying to recognize some familiarity among the numerous facial features. Where are those dazzling eyes he could stare into for hours on hours? Or those adorable cheeks that fit perfectly in his hold? Or those elegant lips, the ones he’s missed against his own for as long as he can remember?

And just like clockwork, Wonpil centers on the victim of his longing.

It’s been months since he’s seen you in person. With the combination of the world tour and excessive work spent perfecting their next comeback, that leaves little time for anything other than text messages and brief calls in the rare amount of freetime. Wonpil feels breathless, unbelieving that it was actually your face staring back at him. The smile that grows across your lips releases butterflies into his stomach, but he can’t help but fashion a grin of his own.

“Once again, thank you guys for everything!” Dowoon says. “Now, I’m going to turn the mic over to Wonpil-hyung!” Wonpil awakens from his reverie at the call of his name, quickly realizing by the applause that it was his turn to speak. He leans closer to his microphone, his lips parting as he thinks over the ending speech he memorized earlier. He can’t help but seek you out again. A bad idea on his part.

Something about your warm gaze cleared all the thoughts from his brain, and he couldn’t focus on anything other than the gleam of your smile. He’s not sure how long he stared, but by the time he spoke his first word, the crowd was dead silent.

“I had an idea of what I was going to say, but I’m not too sure now.” The fans erupt into laughter, sending an embarrassed blush across his cheeks. He waits for the noise to die down, before continuing, “I think the members already did a good job of expressing the love we have for each and every one of you. Of course, there’s not enough words to show how much all of our My Days mean to us, but we hope you know that we owe you everything.

“I also want to take this time to share my own love with someone very special.” Wonpil connects his gaze with your own, his heart fluttering at the tears welling in your eyes. “Having you in my life, it’s like a dream come true...You are like a dream come true. I wish I could say how grateful I am for everything you say and do, but don’t think I could ever express how special you always manage to make me feel.

“But today, I do want to say that you are the one I love. And I want to keep loving you, for as long as I possibly can…” The rowdiness of the fans go unheard on Wonpil’s ears. All he can see are the droplets spilling down your cheeks and the love reflecting from your irises. “You are my everything… This last song is dedicated to you…”

The familiar melody of Beautiful Feeling blares through the speakers. Not once does Wonpil ever break your gaze, even when striking the notes on his keyboard. When he sings, he sings for you. It was like the rest of the crowd was nonexistent. Nor were his members. It was only him—stood on that stage, bathing in the light of strobes—and you, watching with tear-stained cheeks and a smile full of adoration.

Both his heart, and yours, beating as one as you drown in this beautiful feeling.

#kim wonpil x reader #kim wonpil fluff #kim wonpil imagines #day6 x reader #day6 imagines #day6 fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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submissivekpop · 4 years

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how well would day6 clean up after eating out their partner? like, whose the messiest, i guess is what im trying to ask?

Sungjin

The cleanest of them all. Doesn't really like having anything sticky on his face - he'd much rather clean it up with his tongue and get to taste you.

Jae

Likes things to be a bit messy, but pretends to hate it. Dramatically sighs whenever he's done with it, but you can see in his eyes how much he loves it.

Young K

Loves when you sit on his face, because it almost always ends with his face covered in your cum, and there's nothing better than that - he claims it makes him feel like you've just marked him as yours.

Wonpil

Doesn't really mind how clean or messy it gets, as long as it makes you happy. Gladly lets you smear all of it across his face, if that's what you like, and smiles at you the whole time.

Dowoon

Loves having your juices completely covering his lips and chin, but gets easily flustered whenever you say something about it - especially if you tell him he looks pretty.

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im-whatchamccallit · 6 years

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Aggravate//Kim Wonpil (Day6)

Pairing: Kim Wonpil x Reader

Genre: Overall angst, Fluff towards the end

Warnings: Prolly not

Words: 2.1k

(A/N: Might be a lot of typos and kinda trash but this is my first writing outside of fluff so... Yay?!)

I slowly made my way into the nearly empty recording room, the only person present being Wonpil. His eyes were focused on the sheet of lyrics lying on the desk in front of him, he lips mumbling words yet his pupils barely moving along the lines as he slouched forward. He looked awful but I wouldn’t tell him that, he needed my support.

They had finished a major tour and, now, they were back, only to spend more days in the studio and less time relaxing, which was unusual for Wonpil since he always spent the first few days by my side. Maybe it’s been the year or so we’ve been together that made me cling to him like a koala to a tree but I was quickly starting to miss seeing him every night and day, before work and after work, even talking about anything before we went to bed, my only time with him being me sneaking out to see him with crappy excuses. Tonight’s being that I bought them coffee.

I gave a small smile, although he didn’t bother to look up and see it, as I placed one of the coffees by his side, leaving the others on a nearby table. I shyly walked behind his chair, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my cheek to his hair, only receiving an unenthusiastic “hi” and a pat on my hand.

“Where are the others?”

“Went to get food.” Gosh, even his response were monotone and void, but I tried to keep my optimism, hoping it’ll rub off on him.

“Well, you know you could have went. You could probably use the break.”

“Your arms are in the way, (Y/N).” I sighed and rolled my eyes, removing my arms as I stood up straight.

He immediately ducked back down and grabbed his pen, writing a few more lines for his song. I stood there, waiting for some kind of response that proved he acknowledged my existence but he went back to his zombie-like state. Their recent comeback was amazing so, maybe, he was under pressure trying to find something to top it, although everything they did was stellar. But he was pushing himself too hard, it made feel uneasy watching his head tilt to the side as if he were dozing off, my body immediately moving around him to grab the coffee.

“Here, can you at least drink some?” His head immediately perked up as he turned to the room temperature substance, wrapping a hand around mine and the cardboard sleeve before dragging it to his lips.

I watched happily as he drank it before noticing the lid wasn’t on completely, my hands trying to cautiously close it but it was much harder than I thought. I held on tightly to the cup, trying to press down on the lid but seeing it only slip open slightly more, Wonpil groaning while trying to pull away.

“I’m just trying to close it so it doesn’t spill all over y-“

“Dammit!” I jumped back as he screamed out, my hand grasping the cup too hard that it exploded all over the desk, covering his papers and dripping onto him.

I hurriedly placed the useless cup down before rushing to him, trying to help in any way I could.

“I’m so sorry. Just let me hel-“

“No! Stop!” Wonpil stood immediately and I moved back as far as possible, the room much smaller than I remembered as I felt against his synthesizer, gasping as we turned to see it lying on the ground.

Wonpil immediately ran over to place it back on its stand but, instead, only picked up a chipped piece of a key. I felt my heart stop as he stood up and glared at me, my throat growing dry as I tried to stutter out an apology but he was angry. It was something I’ve never seen with him and it was almost terrifying, even when he raised his voice at me I felt like a child being scolded.

“Wonpil,”

“Why are you even here? Every night when you show up, all you do is bother me and distract me! As if things weren’t hard enough, you just made them ten times worse! How the hell am I supposed to fix this, (Y/N)?!”

“I’ll fix it. I’m sorry!”

“No, you won’t. You never supported me being in a band, you can’t even be bothered to just let me work!” I stared at him incredulously, no longer feeling sorry but angry at his words.

“Never supported you? The only reason I come here is because you’re barely home! You tour for months at a time just to hide away here and sleep ever few hours, and all I get is a lousy ‘I’m fine’ text but you’re not! I’ve supported you for the past year and a half, and you think I’m doing this to hurt you?”

“No, you’re doing this to annoy me. Have I ever gone to your job and destroy everything you’ve worked on? No! Because I’m not that fucking selfish!”

I fell silent as I pursed my lips, my eyes stinging with tears as I took a deep breath, trying not to lose myself.

“Wonpil, shut up before we both say something we’ll regret.”

“(Y/N), I want you to just go home, go to bed, and leave me alone!”

The faint squeaking of the door alarmed me that the others were back, and they most likely heard everything, causing my face to grow hot with anger and embarrassment. I looked at Wonpil, seeing his face go between emotions as we stared at one another. Anger, confusion, sadness, regret; all in under a second.

“You know what? I will leave you alone, Wonpil.” I hurriedly turned and headed for the door, moving past the scared yet confused bunch so they wouldn’t see me crying, my teeth sinking into the inside of my cheek as I tried to hold back a sob.

I could hear the faint sounds of them asking what happened with Wonpil’s distressed voice fading as I pushed through the exit, the brisk midnight air hitting my face immediately as I made my way around the corner. Whenever I was upset, I took the long way home, Wonpil pointed it out to me once. But, I decided to take a shortcut this time, knowing that, if he did try to come looking for me, he wouldn’t find me right away.

~*~

I had only been home for twenty minutes but I was already missing it. My eyes stared down at the suitcase and small backpack filled with clothes and other necessities, the chiming on my phone making me both anxious and relieved. Anxious that it may be my friend saying she was outside for me, relieved that it may be Wonpil texting me again. But, even if it was him, I felt like crawling into a hole just so I wouldn’t have to face him. I know he’s just stressed and needed some space to finish his work but, everything he said, it felt like he’s been holding it in for so long. That’s what he always did. He never told me what bothered him but made me tell him my problems, trying to find ways to fix it even when they weren’t in need of fixing. But how could I fix his problems when the problem is me?

Wonpil was always the clingy one when we first started dating. He never let me leave without as much as a hug, he never let me sleep until he knew I ate, he’d even visit me at work just to drop off lunch and tell me he loved me. He knew that his affection would make my stand-offish nature turn into utter neediness? Thinking back, I was always on his back, even if I was just worried about him. Maybe leaving him alone is the best option. Some time apart could probably do us some good.

I slowly grabbed my phone and saw a text from Sungjin, a small sigh leaving as I opened it.

‘Wonpil’s looking for you. Why aren’t you answering?’

I could practically hear his frustration through the words. Now I suddenly became the other’s burden as well. I needed to leave.

I stood from the sofa and slid my phone into my back pocket, gripping my bags and preparing to just head to some bus station, my friend obviously not planning to respond at this time of night. I jumped as I heard the front door slam against the wall before slamming shut, my eyes widening as Wonpil rushed into our living room, his body freezing as we stared at one another. His face contorted a bit as he let a small sob slip past his lips his eyes began to water, my hands immediately dropping my bags to approach him, our arms wrapping around one another as he finally began to cry. I let out a weak gasp as he held onto me tighter, my hands just rubbing his back as he buried his face into my neck.

“Please don’t leave, please. I’m so sorry I yelled at you and called you annoying and said you were selfish; I didn’t mean any of it, (Y/N). I’m so sorry, just don’t leave.” He sounded so broken, his voice shaky as he stuttered out his apology.

I didn’t know what to do now. Part of me wanted to just tell him we should be apart for a few days, part of me wanted to confront him and ask why he said those things if he didn’t mean them, and the rest of me just didn’t want to let him go. I’ve seen him cry many times before yet it was just the same as his anger, it had to take a lot for him to get this way. The residue from our argument still remained, needing to be addressed and swept away yet I couldn’t force that onto him now, not in his state.

I sighed and brought my hands to his shoulders, pushing him so he was standing up right, his face slightly red as tears continued to pour from his eyes and he attempted to silence his sobs. My hands instantly cupped his face as my thumbs wiped away his tears, his eyes opening as I gave a small pursed lip smile. He looked exhausted and defeated, it honestly could have made me cry again.

“What you said hurt me, Wonpil, and, obviously, it hurt you too. But you’re stressed and tired and working your ass off for your career, but you can’t expect me to not worry about or visit you while you’re practicing when you don’t answer your phone after getting off a month long tour. But, you were right before, we need some time apart.”

“(Y/N), plea-“

“I’m not leaving but I will give you your space. I’ll let you work, I’ll let you practice, I’ll let you do whatever needs to be done. We’ll have to talk about this eventually but, until then, I just want you to lay down and sleep and stop worrying. Please.”

I smiled as his face faded into relief. Wonpil leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead, a groan as his tear stained cheek touched my skin, his arms leaving my body before grabbing my bags, carrying them halfway to our room before looking back to me.

“I’ll be there, I promise.” I reassured him, watching his lips curl upwards before heading further back and finally away inside our room.

I sighed and grabbed my phone, quickly texting my friend I no longer needed a ride, not that she would be of any help at 3am anyways. I clicked on Sungjin’s name in my contacts, ready to press call when, suddenly, his name appeared on my screen. I quickly answered.

“(Y/N), have you seen Wonpil?”

“Yeah, he’s about to go to bed. Listen, Sungjin, this may seem like I’m intruding on your lives, but, please go home and rest. All of you. Even take the day off tomorrow to do what you want. Just don’t overwork yourselves.”

There was a brief silence before a simple ‘okay’ was heard, making me sigh a bit.

“Are you and Wonpil okay?” I looked back to the bedroom, the lights off now signaling Wonpil took my advice.

Our argument was heated, and left a few bruises for us both, but I had reasons to forgive him. Yet, I couldn’t use those reasons forever if it did happen again. Besides his apologies and how sincere they were, I still had my doubts. Maybe it wasn’t just stress, maybe he wasn’t just tired. What if I was right before and all the tension from our relationship piled up within him and he finally exploded, and it was all my fault? Would we be fine then? Hell, knowing that I caused my boyfriend’s agitation, would I be alright? No one could tell at this point, and I couldn’t pretend that I did.

“I don’t know, Sungjin. I really don’t know.”

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dong-hyucks · 6 years

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cheerleaders. | kim wonpil

➳ genre. fluff, extremely slight angst, volleyball player![Y/N] // there’s like, one ‘inappropriate’ joke and a slight makeout session ➳ word count. 2.8k+ ➳ author’s note. i’m sorry this took so long for me to write :( - admin. jade ➳ synopsis. After finding out that your family can’t make it to your big game, Wonpil takes it into his own hands to make you feel better.

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“We’re close friends, we pretend not to have feelings. I introduce you as a good friend but there are words lingering in my mouth -- I am in love with you.” - “Tender Love,” EXO

When you first found out that your family wouldn’t be able to attend your big game, you were disappointed

To say the least.

It was the big game of the season -- the finale of the mixed volleyball tournament your team had been training for all year

And, to top it off, your team had managed to make it to the finals, meaning you could very well be going home with the winning trophy

So, hearing your family apologize as they explained they couldn’t make it, you were pretty bummed

Of course, you would still give the game 200%, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a bit down

“They’re not coming?” your friend, Wonpil asked in worry when you got off the phone with your parents

You shook your head, running a hand through your hair, “No. I don’t know what I was expecting -- they can’t just drop their jobs and travel from Seoul to Ulsan just for me”

Hearing your dejected tone, Wonpil couldn’t help but frown

He and the boys were lucky enough to be in Ulsan at the time, for a concert, so they were able to make it

Although…

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], that we can’t make it too,” Younghyun sighed, patting your back gently, “We have to perform that day.”

You only nodded in understanding, “It’s okay.”

Your voice said otherwise, making Wonpil feel even worse

Shaking your head, you sent the five of them a smile, “Don’t worry! We’re going to win, so even if you aren’t there, we’ll give you something to be proud about”

Pointing behind yourself, you started to back up, “I have to return to practice”

They watched as you dashed back into the gym, shamelessly huddling around the door to watch you stretch for practice

“Do you think we should tell [Y/N] the truth?” Sungjin pondered, frowning as he watched you expertly pass the ball, “They just found out their family can’t come, isn’t it a bit much for them to think we can’t go too?”

Dowoon nodded, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, I bet they’re feeling really bad right now…”

Younghyun tried a smile, “Well, when they see that we’re there, I’m sure that’ll lift their spirits up, right?”

Jaehyung nodded, “[Y/N]’s strong -- they can deal for a few days, then we’ll give them a big surprise!”

As the group began to leave, having to attend their own practice, Wonpil lingered for a moment longer

He bit his lip as he glanced at you before sighing, “I’m sorry, [Y/N].”

You panted, wiping away your sweat with the back of your hand

“Good job today,” Seonjoo, the libero and essential leader, piped after taking a swig of her water, “We’re going to do great tomorrow!”

The team cheered, with you weakly joining in

You were far too tired to yell with the same excitement that your teammates did, having used up all of your energy during the final practice

“Rest well tonight,” Seonjoo continued, “ice your muscles and eat well. Get lots of rest, you guys.”

A chorus of replies echoed within the gym, followed by the heavy footsteps to the changing rooms as everyone moved to change out of their sweaty clothes

You being far too tired, decided to just leave wearing your gym clothes, since you’d be going straight home anyway

“Good night,” you greeted Sanghoon, your setter, as you walked passed him on the way out

He smiled in return, wishing you an enthusiastic goodbye as he rushed to his girlfriend’s car

As you pushed open the doors, you relished in the cool air that hit your slightly sticky-from-sweat skin

“Tired?” you heard a voice say from a few metres away

Opening your eyes, you were met with Wonpil’s gaze

Despite how tired you were, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the man, bounding over to him, “What’re you doing here?”

He shoved his hands into the pocket of his pullover, “We ended practice early, so I decided to come visit.”

You smiled in appreciation, walking with him, “Your concert’s tomorrow, right? Good luck, Pil.”

Wonpil looked down at the ground, feeling slightly guilty before he mustered up a smile, “Good luck to you too, [Y/N], you’re going to do awesome tomorrow! Can’t wait for you to dominate the other team.”

You chuckled, shoving him lightly

He pretended to be offended before nudging you back and acting as though he hadn’t, whistling nonchalantly.

Narrowing your eyes at him playfully, you shook your head

“Hey,” he mumbled upon seeing your car, “Let’s go out.”

At his words, you nearly choked (you would’ve, had you been drinking from your water bottle)

Realizing how he had worded it, he blushed and smiled in embarrassment, “I mean… I mean, let’s go somewhere. Think of it as our good luck party.”

“Good luck party,” you repeated through your laughter, “Sure, Pil.”

Looking down at yourself, you glanced at him, “Could we stop by my place first? I still need to freshen up.”

Nodding, Wonpil glanced over to his own car (can Wonpil drive? idk let’s pretend if not--)

“I’ll meet you there then.”

No more than ten minutes later, you and Wonpil were at your house, with Wonpil waiting for you on the couch as you showered

He played on his phone as you waited, scrolling through his photos in boredom

He smiled as he came across old photos, memories of how those photos came to be flashing in his mind

Then, he came across a photo of you and himself back when you were in high school

It was taken during prom, to which you had gone with Wonpil just so you wouldn’t be alone

In all honesty, Wonpil was super happy you accepted his offer to go, even if you were only going as friends

After all, he’s liked you since you were ten.

“What’re you looking at smiling like that?” you asked suddenly, making Wonpil jump

You glanced over his shoulder, leaning over the couch as you stared at the photo

“Oh, prom?” you chuckled, “I remember that. We bailed after like half an hour.”

Wonpil snorted, “Well, it was really boring.”

Nodding, you straightened your back as you continued to dry your hair with a fluffy towel

Turning around, he gulped at the sight of you

“You look nice,” he choked out, boring into your eyes

Looking down, you shrugged and let your towel rest atop your head to cover your burning ears, “I didn’t know where you wanted to go, so I just threw this on.”

You were dressed up more than you normally would be, wearing a white button up and some black pants, as opposed to your typical sweats and t-shirts

Wonpil nodded, moving to his feet

“I’ll be done in a moment,” you mumbled, heading back to your room to discard of the towel

Wonpil waited at the door, tapping against his thigh as he hopped from foot to foot

“Okay!” you exclaimed as you slid out into the foyer, nearly falling over due to your slippery socks, “Let’s go.”

Chuckling at your clumsiness, Wonpil simply put on his shoes and waited for you to do the same

As you slipped on one shoe, you almost lost balance, your arm shooting out to catch yourself on the wall

Wonpil was quick to react too, hastily grabbing your shoulders, “Why are you so clumsy,” he laughed

You looked up to stick your tongue out at him, scrunching up your nose

Finally pulling on the other shoe, the two of you headed out

“Where do you want to go?” you asked as you stepped into Wonpil’s car (he had insisted on driving)

“We could go to a karaoke bar,” he shrugged, “you know, to get out those last minute nervous jitters.”

You refrained yourself from laughing at his wording, nodding in agreement, “Okay, Mr. Singer.”

The drive was spent singing --screaming-- along to whatever song began to play on the radio, the amount of off-tune singing making both of you laugh

When one of Day6’s songs started playing, Wonpil burst out into laughter at the sight of you passionately singing along, knowing every word

“You’re such a My Day,” he chuckled once the song came to an end

You nodded, “Of course -- I’m your number one supporter!”

He glanced at you once a stop light turned red, the sight of you under the city lights making Wonpil smile gently

“And I’m your number one supporter,” he put up his index finger, “My baby’s so talented at volleyball, I’m proud.”

Though he said the name jokingly, you couldn’t help but blush at the word ‘baby’, a small smile decorating your features nicely

Once you reached the karaoke bar, Wonpil requested a private room and before you knew it, you were under the flashy lights

You spent the first half hour eating and drinking, joking with one another as you brought up past memories

As you and Wonpil finished the food, you glanced at Wonpil

He was too busy picking out a song to sing to notice your stare, his little nose scrunch of concentration making you smile

Finally, he picked a song and you started laughing at his choice

It was an old song, the only song the two of you danced to at prom before ditching

“Here,” Wonpil was quick to hand you one of the microphones, standing up as he brought his own to his mouth

Even though he wasn’t singing seriously, exaggerating his dancing as he had a little bop, you couldn’t help but admire his singing voice

During the chorus, both of you sung your hearts out, ending up laughing too hard as the song came to an end

“74,” you mumbled at the score that appeared on the screen, wiping away tears of laughter, “Bull, that was a 100 for sure.”

Wonpil let out a giggle of a laugh, nodding in agreement, “I think there’s some faulty wiring here.”

The two of you calmed down for a minute or two before you were up and singing and dancing yet again

Hours passed and by midnight you were slightly drunk, but not too drunk

Wonpil had decided to stay sober, since he was driving, and only laughed and your slightly intoxicated state

“That’s enough for you,” he stated, taking the bottle of alcohol away from you, “You don’t want to be hungover tomorrow.”

You mumbled a thanks, yawning as you stretched your arms

“Let’s get you home,” Wonpil mumbled, moving to turn off the TV

Before he could stand up, you took hold of his wrist, bringing him back down and next to you

“Thanks for bringing me out,” you said, not letting go of his hand, “If it weren’t for you, I definitely would’ve been at home stressing about tomorrow’s game.”

Wonpil glanced up at you through his bangs, offering you a small smile, “No problem, [Y/N]. We can’t have you freaking out before the big game, can we?”

You gave him the smile that he loved so much, making him grin

When you didn’t let go of his hand, his smile slowly dropped, “[Y/N]?”

Mustering up all of the courage in your body, you opened your mouth

“I like you, Wonpil,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the quiet music that filled the room, “I really can’t thank you enough for tonight.”

Wonpil gaped at you, his heart racing at your confession

“[Y/N]...”

Before he knew it, he found himself leaning forward, and soon enough his lips were pressed against yours

His hand moved to cup your cheeks, yours staying at his waist as you fisted the soft fabric of his shirt

His lips moved slowly against yours, his brows furrowing as pulled you up against him

His tongue poked out briefly, swiping against your bottom lip, making you shiver

Once he needed air, he pulled away and dropped his head onto your shoulder

“I like you too, [Y/N].”

Leaning back, he pressed another soft kiss against your cheek

“Come on,” he mumbled, his voice soft, “You need to sleep.”

The next morning, you woke up with a smile

Memories of what had happened the night before filled your mind, making you grin into your pillow

When you made your way into the gym, where only a few people sat on the bleachers, you were still smiling

“Woah there,” Sungwon, the outside hitter, said after he caught sight of you, “Did you get laid or something?”

“SungwON--”

He smiled, “Joking. What’s got you all happy?”

You shrugged, “Am I not allowed to be happy?”

“You are, but you came in here skipping and suddenly there was rainbows flying in throw the windows”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, “Just do your stretches, Sungwon.”

Halfway into the game, you didn’t notice the group of people walking in and huddling themselves onto the already crowded benches

You were too immersed into the game, focused on blocking every spike and attack

As the middle blocker, you couldn’t afford to let your attention wander, even for a single moment

The whistle blew once you spiked the ball over, effectively winning the first game

Your teammates cheered and huddle around you, exchanging high fives in excitement

“1-0, Team Seoul,” the referee announced, telling the teams to go off to the sides

As you took a swig from your water bottle, your eyes wandered to the bleachers, smiling at your teammate’s families when they glanced in your direction

Then, you made eye contact with him

You almost dropped your water bottle, at the sight of Wonpil in the bleachers, choking on your water as you bent over to cough

You could practically hear the five of them laugh, looking up to narrow your eyes at them

“Teams get ready,” the referee called, finding his way back to his stand

Doing a team chant with your team really quickly, the six of you dispersed and got into your positions

The moment the whistle blew, the game started and you forgot all about everything else

After winning your team another point, you finally heard it

The five boys in the bleachers stood up and screamed your name as they stood up and clapped, more enthusiastic than any other person attending

You allowed yourself to laugh, before shaking your head

“Service!”

It was a tight game, with the score being 2-2 (wins)

The last game, the tie-breaker ended up finishing at 32-30 in your team’s favour, meaning you won

After months and months of training, your team had won the big tournament

The team screamed in happiness, crowding in a circle and hugging each other happily

You could still hear your friends screaming their lungs out, and you began to worry for their voices

As Seonjoo happily accepted the large trophy, tears in her eyes as she held it up, your team bowed toward the crowd

“This years winner -- Team Seoul!”

Another cheer erupted from the crowd as your team shook hands with the opposing, your breath still short as you reached for your water bottle

As people began to leave and the players began to disappear into the change rooms, you made your way to the bleachers

“You guys!” you practically shouted, “You lied to me, I thought you had a concert?”

Jaehyung grinned, “We do, but it’s not until later.” He shook his head, clicking his tongue, “I thought you were a My Day, [Y/N], and you don’t know our concert schedule?”

You rolled your eyes, punching Jaehyung on the shoulder lightly (though he acted as though you had seriously punched him)

“We have another surprise!” Dowoon piped happily, him and Wonpil stepping to the side

When you saw your parents standing behind them, you almost cried

“You nerds,” you laughed, a euphoric grin overcoming your features as you moved to hug your parents

Turning to the boys, you grinned, “I can’t believe you guys!”

Wiping away an amused tear from both eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a sob

The boys’ once happy expressions became still, watching as you shook, your father gently rubbing your back

Your mind was buzzing, your hands shaking, and your legs weak

You could already feel the bruise making itself known upon the skin of your knee, from digging the volleyball before

“Are you happy?” Wonpil asked, wiping away your tears

You narrowed your eyes at him, wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders as you pulled him into a tight hug, “Of course I am”

Looking over his shoulders, you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to both your parents and the boys, each of them grinning at the sight of you and Wonpil hugging

Pulling away, Wonpil quickly pecked your lips, making your face go hot

The boys hollered and your parents shared a similar expression -- their eyebrows raised

You could only laugh, burying your face in Wonpil’s shoulder

What would you do if it weren’t for your cheerleaders?

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blu-joons · 2 years

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HUSBAND DAY6 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Wonpil

A ⇴ AFFECTION

One of the things that never changes in your relationship, and marriage with Wonpil is how clingy he is around you. There’s never a time when he doesn’t want to be around you, even after so many years together too.

B ⇴ BOYS

You loved the boys almost from the very start of meeting them, and they adored you too. They particularly were thankful for how much you cared for them all whilst you cared for Wonpil too. If you were bringing Wonpil something to eat for example, you’d always make sure to grab more for the others to have too.

C ⇴ COMFORT

His arms are always around you whenever you need comforting, Wonpil will refuse to let you go until he sees you smiling back across at him again. Even if you’re not willing to talk about what’s going on, he’ll still just stay by your side and hold onto you for as long as possible to let you know that you’re not alone.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

Most of the time Wonpil will try and help you out with jobs around the house. Although he’s not necessarily the strongest to be able to build many things by himself, he’ll encourage the two of you to do it together, with one of you focusing on reading through the instructions so that it’s done properly, and the other trying to find the pieces in the pile so that you can help one another to build it up.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

Your engagement came as no surprise at all to most of the people around you, having all felt that the two of you were going to stay together forever. They knew that it was only a matter of time, with Wonpil mentioning to quite a few of them too that he had plans to propose to you. The only person who really had no idea what was coming was you, completely stunned when Wonpil got down on one knee.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Wonpil’s favourite thing about you was having you around and knowing that whenever he needed you, you were right there for him. He loved the simple, basic things of being married to someone, he loved just going home to someone being there and having someone to talk to whenever he needed to too. Even if the two of you were just with one another, Wonpil still loved it because he had some company.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

Most of the time the two of you just enjoyed being at home and with one another. You were quite a private couple, there was no one else’s company that you both enjoyed more than each other’s. As much as you loved your friends, you couldn’t deny that you both preferred just being in the company of your own home.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

The two of you were keen to try and adventure a little bit on your honeymoon as that was something that your relationship had always missed out on. You couldn’t wait to finally explore somewhere rather than just being able to travel through the place on the back of a bus and explore through a window.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He loved to tell you that he loved you more than anything else and make sure that you could hear how much Wonpil meant it in his voice. Although he would do plenty of gestures to show you that he loved you too, none of them felt quite as important to Wonpil as actually being able to say those words aloud to you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

The jealous streak in Wonpil certainly calmed down quite a lot after the two of you got married, finding himself reassured by the fact that you had tied the knot with him whenever someone was around you. Although he didn’t mind most people, there were still the odd few people that put Wonpil on edge when he watched them with you, keeping a close eye on them to make sure that they didn’t get to you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Despite the two of you talking about starting a family quite a few times, you still were in no rush after you got married. You both knew that you had plenty of time ahead of you, and with your careers going so well too you didn’t want to add to the pressure of such a busy workload by starting a family too soon.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

Quite a lot of the time there was music incorporated somehow into your lazy days together. You would either have an album playing in the background of whatever you were doing to add a bit of noise to keep you both focused, or Wonpil would often grab his keyboard or one of his guitars and lay down beside you and play something, with little plan, playing whatever notes came to mind for him.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

You both were a bit of a nightmare in the mornings with neither of you particularly wanting to get up, no matter how late into the morning it sometimes got for you to rise too. You usually had to encourage each other to get up, especially when one of you was ignoring your alarm which drove the other insane.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

The two of you took a lot of time to relax in the evenings, you enjoyed being surrounded by calm, whether that was by listening to some chill music or watching an episode of one of the dramas that you were in the middle of.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Wonpil was obsessed with your affection and how loved you always made him feel. You took incredible care of him which he adored about you a lot, especially when you came up to him and gave him a tight hug.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

Having you in the crowd whenever Wonpil performed was by far one of his favourite moments in your relationship. It always gave him an extra push when he knew that he was watching to make sure that he was perfect, but most of all he loved how proud you looked whenever you saw him up on stage.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever he has a new piece of music in his hands that he’s created, Wonpil will always ask you if you want to be the first person to hear it, wanting to impress you first before trying to show off to anyone else.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

As a part of your wedding surprise, Wonpil wrote the song for the two of you to share your first dance to and composed it with all of the boys. You had no idea what he was up to until the music began to play, recognising his voice straight away as the song started, stunned that he had done something so special.

S ⇴ SILENCE

Neither of you minded silence too much, you just enjoyed being with each other quite a lot of the time without feeling a need to talk to each other. You knew that if you needed the other, you could talk and they’d be there, but neither of you felt the need necessarily to constantly talk between yourselves.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Wonpil’s biggest tip for making your marriage work was making sure to support each other. The two of you were each other’s biggest fans and never failed to cheer each other on with everything that you did.

U ⇴ UPSET

He hated seeing you upset, Wonpil would make sure to be there for you and give you as much or as little as you needed from him.

V ⇴ VISITS

You were pretty well known by the staff at the company because you visited Wonpil quite a lot in his studio. They didn’t even need to ask who you were after a while, knowing that there was only one place that you were going.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

There wasn’t anything else that Wonpil felt that he needed to wish for, any additions for him were just bonuses at this point.

X ⇴ XXXX

He loved to try and tease you whenever he kissed you, but out of the two of you Wonpil would usually be the one that ended up getting more flustered and red. He was shy constantly whenever he kissed you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his biggest fan, Wonpil knew that even if he had no one else you’d cheer him on.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The two of you liked to talk for a while before you fell asleep which helped you both settle down. You’d usually only fall asleep once one of you was ready, with things just coming to an end when the conversation stopped.

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You Get My Love - Wonpil Imagine

Requested by anon: Omg I absolutely loved ur Day6 post! It gave me so many butterflies🥺️🥺️. Can I request a lil scenario of with Wonpil at night just spending time with in bed and what he does when y/n falls asleep first? TY

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Wonpil’s hand raked gently through your hair, his other rubbing back and forth on your arm while your head rested comfortably against his chest.

“If you’re tired just go to sleep,” Wonpil said, noticing your fight with your eyes to stay open and awake.”I know you weren’t feeling great today.”

You sighed, “I haven’t seen you all day...I just wanna talk to you a bit more,” you yawned out.

“We can talk tomorrow. Just get some-”

Wonpil looked down, seeking your eyes shut completely, your breathing even and little breaths leaving your mouth. You were out for the count and boy was it adorable. He stared at your sleeping face, the peaceful expression adorning it. You never looked as peaceful as you did when you were sleeping. It was very clear that you had the tendency to stress over him while he was out doing promotions with the band or working late on a new album with the guys. He hated worrying you.

While you were sleeping, I decided to lay it out Every bad reason All of my pointless doubts Where I went wrong I whispered the ways that I'm ashamed of myself While you were dreaming, I handed you all my fears My thoughtless decisions, turned into thoughtful tears What have I done for the first time I blame myself

There, laying in bed, staring at your face, he couldn’t but feel guilty for the obvious bags under your eyes and the faint wrinkles that had begun to adorn different areas of your face. HAd he been the cause of those wrinkles? Did his tendency to over work himself plague your worries that much? Wonpil bit his bottom lip looking down at you as his finger carefully traced your face - not wanting to wake you from your slumber. Was he the cause of your anxiety? Your sleepless nights - that no matter how hard you tried to cover up with concealer where still visible? Your nightmares?

“Do I do this to you?” he uttered, his words barely a whisper as they left his lips. “Do I cause you so much worry? So much anxiety?”

Staring at your tired sleeping face, everything just seemed to fall from his mouth.

“I’m sorry I’m not here that much. I’m sorry I make you worry.”

His voice choked, as he felt the tears welling in his eyes as he looked at you. No words could explain the things Wonpil felt for you and no words would ever be able to explain how much he loved you.

“I’m sorry you got stuck with me.”

But you get my love, baby You get my love If there's only one thing about me that you can trust You get my love, baby You get my love Don't let my mistakes take that away from us You get my love

Wonpil stared at your sleeping figure, silently, his thoughts swimming restlessly around in his mind.

“I’m sorry for putting through all of this,” he whispered. “But thank you for loving me as much as I love you. If there’s anything you can trust about me, it’s my love for you and only you. You get my love. Even if I’m not here telling you how much I love you, you get my love.”

I'm no longer hiding Though you're not awake to leave I can tell by your breathing It's no longer a fantasy I'm still not prepared For when you wake up and turn to me

He thought back to the first days of your relationship. In the early stages he had put up a front - you had too - not wanting to get too attached from the start in case there was a deal breaker revealed. It was unclear when the facades fell away and you both began to fall in love with each other’s true selves. It wasn’t a fantasy. It was a new reality. Even the smallest breaths seemed to be more natural between the two of you. But that didn’t mean Wonpil was prepared for the amount of love he would be filled with for you. The adoration, the urge to protect you, to love you for the rest of his life. He wasn’t prepared, but he faced it head on.

But you get my love, baby You get my love If there's only one thing about me that you can trust You get my love, baby You get my love Don't let my mistakes take that away from us You get my love

Every ounce of his love went to you, even if he wasn’t with you to give it. You were the one and only receiver of all his love. Every single ounce, every single word, every single action, it all belonged to you.

Wonpil’s hand moved to tuck a stand of your hair behind your ear gently. He smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, moving to place another on the tip of your nose. He may not be bold enough to do so while you were awake, but in your slumber, without you knowing or being able to coo at him for doing such little actions, he could do so without an ounce of hesitation.

The light comes in The dawn is rising down You opened up your eyes Once again I have to risk it all The time is now

Wonpil wasn’t sure how long he had been staring at you while you slept - or when he might’ve fallen asleep himself for that matter, but he was aware of one thing. And that was the comforting hold you both had on one another. The loose grip allowing you both the decision to let go at any point in time. But throughout the entire night you both remained in each other’s arms. Your breaths synchronizing with one another as you slept.

“If there’s one thing you can trust about me it’s my love for you,” he uttered at some point in his sleep.

“I know,” you responded, your own sleep still taking over you. “You get my love too.”

But you get my love, baby You get my love If there's only one thing about me that you can trust You get my love, baby You get my love Don't let my mistakes take that away from us You get my love, baby You get my love If there's only one thing about me that you can trust You get my love, baby You get my love Don't let my mistakes take that away from us You get my love

A/N: I love this song by P!nk and knew I was gonna use it for this imagine. I’ll be back to a regular updating schedule this week (hopefully), and do hope you guys are happy about that. This is the last time I’ll be using this little banner tomorrow’s will be different

And here is the song I used for this imagine:

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day6andetcetera · 2 years

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Voiceless

(Wonpil X mermaid!reader headcanon)

Genre: fantasy, slight fluff, angst

Word count: 408

Wonpil was a writer on vacation, writer's block didn't treat him well and he thought getting a well deserved break on Jeju island was the way to go

He spent his time on the beach listening to music and enjoying the view, and occasionally (read frequently) thought if he'll ever be good enough to write a bestseller novel

One day, it started raining and he wasn't fast enough to run back to the hotel and all the taxis had left so he was stuck on the beach. He went under an umbrella and tried to wait out the rain

Suddenly he was something in the restless waves, glimmering under the water. Was it a fish? No, it was too big.

"Mermaid" he murmured, without thinking, he ran to the water to the glimmering tail.

There he found you, trapped in a fishing net struggling to get out. Seeing him for the first time made you panic even further.

"It's okay I won't hurt you" he tried to reassure, but he wasn't sure if you understood him

He pulled away the ends of the net, freeing you enough to swim away. You swam as fast as you could, but you felt conflicted whether to go back again or not

Later, at night, Wonpil came back and the sky was clear with a full moon. He saw you again near the shore, sitting on a boulder

He slowly approached you to not alarm you, however you noticed and quickly hide behind the boulder you were sitting on

"It's okay I won't hurt you" he said for the 2nd time to you, bringing out a necklace of raw pearls he bought that day.

You slowly emerged from behind the boulder and sheepishly took the necklace. "Thank you, for this and earlier"

Slowly you became friends with Wonpil and met every night of his stay in Jeju island.

The more you heard Wonpil talk about himself, the more you felt you didn't belong in his world, but that fact never stop you both to fall for each other

The final night of his stay when Wonpil confessed his feelings to you, you swiftly rejected him, knowing well enough that a love a human isn't meat to last

He left heart broken but with fond memories of you, writing about you whenever he could. He knew no one would believe him but that didn't matter to him. His love for you was true.

A/N: the lack of voiceless inspired fanfics here didn't feel right but university isn't giving me enough time to write a full blown oneshot either so might as well settle for a headcanon. Hope you all like it❣️

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onyourzeus · 3 years

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title: with you pairing: kim wonpil (of day6) & you genre: flufffffff words: 2.9k

author’s note: requested by this anon asking for a lazy day with wonpil + some possibility of a food fight due to baking (i tweaked it a little bit, i hope you don’t mind)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

lazy days with wonpil are the best. it doesn’t happen often, though, because he rarely gets to spend this much time with you

you’ve been relying on voice messages, long texts and the occasional video calls before and during their subunit comeback promotions

granted you were super excited and absolutely stunned by their performances

not to mention the songs in the album are amazing, you have always been supportive of wonpil’s career

ever since you’ve known him, music has always been his top priority. he’s taught you so much of what he’s learned throughout the years being a trainee and a musician in his own right

albeit you doubt you’d ever reach his level of proficiency when it came to understanding music

you’re content just watching him sing, admiring the way he plays the piano so effortlessly, and being so damn lucky to be part of this important journey with him

but of course, it pains you to be so far away, long distance never gets better no matter what they say

as much as you follow along his schedules as a day6 member, you’d be lying to yourself if you said the end of promotions is your actual favorite part of it all

it means that wonpil has some free time to spare, and usually he likes to spend it with you

this weekend, you knew he didn’t have a lot on his agenda. you’ve specifically cleared the whole two days, logged off on all social media just so your attention can be focused solely on your significant other

you’ve been giddy all morning, waiting for wonpil to arrive at your place in mere minutes

when the two of you haven’t seen each other in a while, wonpil personally likes to have you all to himself in a space where no one can bother the two of you. this is why he doesn’t like you going over to their apartment

dowoon doesn’t have a sense of personal space or can he take a hint that wonpil doesn’t want anyone coming into the room when he’s just snuggling with you

so it’s a win win situation overall to have him in your place instead. the clothes he had left in the bottom drawer hasn’t been worn in a while by him.

(you’re afraid his scent would come off soon if you keep wearing his sweaters and pjs)

you hear the knock on the door and excitedly dash for it, seeing wonpil in the flesh with…

flowers!!

“hi,” he greets you shyly, the smile on his face neverending, only growing wider as you try your best to embrace him without squishing the gift he has in hand

“i missed you sooooooooo much,” you squeal, immersing yourself in the warmth of his body and his hand pressing against your back

it feels like forever since you last saw him, so you want to hug him just as long

“babe, babe— okay, baby, i can’t breathe!!” he laughs, jokingly coughing as he wiggles his way out of your death grasp. you’re not apologetic, only pouting while sliding your fingers in between his free hands

“do you want to invite me in?” he asks, the sass in his voice unavoidable and you’d like to slap it out of him

but this is what you missed, so you tugged at his hands and welcomed him in your apartment

“are these for me??” he hands you over the bouquet, recognizing instantly the camellia flowers delicately arranged. he doesn’t answer, only letting his pressed lips resisting its way to a smile tell you how it is

“thank you,” you say to him anyway, reluctant but giving in to what you’ve always wanted to do for so long.

you kiss his cheek, and it feels all so familiar but new at the same time

he gasps for a moment, brows raised up as if in mock offense but steals a quick kiss on your lips before you can question his silly antics

“thought you could get away with that huh”

and this is what you truly missed being with wonpil, side by side. the way he sheds off that introverted persona online and really ease into his comfortable ways with you. he’s full of love, of course, but there are times when he is subtly teasing with you as a form of affection

you place the camellias in an empty vase you find inside a cabinet. the two of you didn’t necessarily plan out what to do for the day, and that’s usually the case when he spends his free time here

“i just want to be in bed and… cuddle,” wonpil would confess, winning you over with his doe eyes. nine times out of ten, it works

but today you want to talk with him, catch up on what you’ve missed while he was busy with performing and going on variety shows. and wonpil complies because even though he loves just being lazy with you, having his arms enclosing your figure and dozing off that way

one thing he loves to do is also talk. and there’s so much to talk about!

you share the couch with him, and wonpil instinctively opens up his arms so he can wrap them around your waist

he puts up his legs on the coffee table, and waits for you to say something

“oh? this is allowed now?” he perks up and you turn your head to look at him, tongue darting out in response

“just because i need your scent to be in every corner of this place as much as possible”

“that’s…. a little gross, babe”

sue you for missing him that much!!!

but that didn’t really bother you, in fact you lift your own legs up to rest on his. as you guys find a comfortable lying position, finally you ask wonpil how he has been doing

you’ve probably already heard most of his stories through his messages and voice calls beforehand

but nothing beats listening to wonpil talk in person, and to watch him do it with your own very eyes

it’s something special that you want to keep for yourself, you understand that wonpil has to connect to his fans too. he goes on vlives, writes instagram posts directly addressing mydays, and just overall be relatable to them

and… it gets to you a little bit, not gonna lie. there’s so much of him that he gives to others, yet he doesn’t see it that way

you’re sometimes afraid that he’ll be seen as too fragile and be an easy target to break

but over the years you’ve known wonpil, you have only seen him get stronger. be more thick skinned, and it’s an admiring feat

“were you even listening to what i said?”

“about dowoon overreaching his leader status even after promos? yep, sounds like him”

wonpil looks utterly surprised, and you return his expression with a more menacing version

he bursts into laughter right at your face, and if you didn’t enjoy him tightening his grasp around you, you’d shove him off on the floor

“wonpil why do u keep laughing at me!!”

“you just have that face”

wow what a way to compliment your s/o thanks buddy”

“hey now,” he lets out the last few chuckles bubbling in his system, releases one arm around you to poke your nose with his finger. “thats the kind of face i love for a partner”

“well then consider yourself lucky,” you pout, and wonpil’s eyes shine even brighter

“i am.”

there isn’t a lot more that happens that day, you guys really took “lazying around” in its most literal form

since the couch is a pull out, wonpil helped you with setting it up and placing bedsheets on it while you grab the blanket from your room

he suggests if he can take a nap for an hour or two which resulted to a cuddling session before you both dozed off

the curtains on the windows to the side of the living room were drawn out, so the late afternoon sun found its way to the inside of your place

it was warm, it hit your cheek when you turned over so you decided to just lay in bed facing wonpil

when you’d be in and out of sleep, you see your boyfriend’s peaceful face just a kiss away from you

and so you do just that… kiss his lips softly as to not disturb him… you take it upon yourself to take in his features slowly while you can and

it’s such a sight to behold

nevermind the dark shadows forming underneath his eyes or the subtle stress lines on his forehead

you make it a point to do a self care skincare routine with him tonight. he’d enjoy the new volcanic mask you bought to try out

but setting that aside, wonpil is still so beautiful to you. you understand, out of all people, how so many have fallen for him too

hips lips that produce one of the most hauntingly elegant voices you’ve heard, his cheeks that paints a blushing rose when he’s being effortlessly cute, his eyes that glimmer whenever he’s having fun

however right now he has them closed, relaxed, as his chest breaths in and breathes out

you snuggle even closer to him, putting your cheek up against where his heart should lay, and listen to the beat of his heart

you feel your own pounding in the still of the apartment, only a faint bustling hum of reality outside your window

and as the sun shines on wonpil’s face this time, he slowly wakes up and you will yourself not too look

as you feel him shuffle while repositioning his arms that have encircled you all this time

“you awake?” he asks groggily, his sleepy hoarse voice sending you shivers down your spine

you can’t help but smile silly against his clothes

“mmm” is your response

“psst” he whispers in your ear, caressing the sides of your hair in a lulling manner

before you get too comfortable with his affection, you slowly pull yourself away and look at him

and you can never get used to it, to him

“i really, really missed you,” he mouths, almost inaudible, but you know it in your heart

suffice to say the two of you didn’t get up right away

now that it’s nearing sunset, you ask if he wants to get dinner or cook at home

“what if we bake”

“oh,” that wasn’t really in your mind, but why not? this means you get to spend more time with him, and it’s a great bonding experience. the two of you rarely do this sort of thing. sometimes he’s ask to cook for you, only to phone his mom during the whole process to help out

in the end of that conversation, though, wonpil would approach you if you were in the room or hanging out on the couch, attack you with those puppy dog eyes of him

“eomma hung up on me. says i should already know how to make stew without her help”

“do you need my help then, wonpil?”

“yes pls “ :c

so with baking, it’s perfect, because you guys can tag team

you settle on making brownies, craving some chocolate for tonight. you pull up a recipe on your ipad for reference

“babe where’s the butter,” wonpil asks behind you, rummaging his way through your fridge

“on the side, next to the cheese,” you tell him as you focus on reading through the ingredients

“... where’s the cheese”

“top shelf, wonpil,” you laugh, turning to see him struggling with messing around the many jars and miscellaneous stuff you have in your fridge

“ah, this needs to be more organized baby,” wonpil chastises you, finally finding what he was looking for

“sorry,” you sheepishly grin, but help him with the remaining ingredients

now that you have everything laid out, baking with him is.. a wild ride

you thought the cooperation between you would fall into a field of familiarity, but wonpil’s eagerness to do everything and have you just be sort of his “assistant” is bugging you a bit

“i can mix this in—”

“no no no, i got it. you’ll see, i got this”

“but wonpil—”

“no no no,” he repeats, holding onto an egg as he shakes his head at you

“see this? it’ll get cracked with one hand, just you wait” the smug expression on him just looks to adorable not to react to, but you know if you say something he’ll take it in a different manner. you keep your mouth shut and let him do his thing

he takes a second, three, five seconds before finally cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl

and spilling it all over the counter before he got the chance to put it all in

that’s your cue to laugh as wonpil stands there to take in the shame

and walk it off by washing his hands and wiping the mess

you didn’t mean to be so loud about his mistake, but you see wonpil blushing hard with his arms crossed

and you just know you crossed the line

“wonpiriiiii” you whine, trying to take his hands in yours. he won’t budge, not even looking your way

“it was an accident, you can just crack it with a fork or something” he relents as you sway your arms side to side, an attempt to calm him down and reassure him it’s nothing serious

and you actually love him more

“yeah but i wanted to impress you”

if only you knew wonpil

“you impress me every day just knowing you’re with me,” you tell him, and the cheesiness sends him gagging mockingly

the two of you would continue clowning each other while preparing the brownie mixture

taking turns with cracking the eggs, even at one point having a seriously uncalled for juggling competition with two eggs

that you immediately stop once you realize you don’t have back up eggs if this fails badly

at one point the brownie mixture has finally been combined, and you’re about to ask wonpil for the tray when you see him dip his finger in the bowl and pop it in his mouth

“mmm,” he reacts, before slowly reaching in to take another dip

“DUDE DON’T DOUBLE DIP” too late, he had already contaminated the bowl and was on his way to smear chocolate on your cheek

you didn’t even have time to speak his death sentence

the deed has been done, the cheek has been smeared as your nose sniff at the chocolatey smell on your face

“oh it’s on, wonpil”

“no it’s not,” he counters, and he’s already laughing with his pointer finger still up in the air, remnants of chocolate still coating around the skin

you want to approach it the same way he did, but you needed to go big

bringing the whisk filled with a gooey chocolate mess, you lift it up and take a slow, careful step towards wonpil

his laughter died down and is followed by a gulp down his throat

“you won’t dare, baby. i love you, i love you so much—”

“your words mean nothing right now, pil,” you say as sweetly as you can, comically licking some of the mixture that has traveled down the side of your lips. wonpil stared at your tongue, confused at his emotions right now

should he be turned on? threatened?

he doesn’t get another second to think as you basically paint the whole side of his cheek with chocolate

“i feel better now” you say in between your own fits of laughter, pointing the whisk at wonpil’s sorry face as he just stands there

taking in what just happened

so yeah, y’all don’t get to bake what’s left of the brownie mixture until… after so much of it has ruined your clothes, and the kitchen counter

fortunately, as the poorly spread out brownie mixture bakes in the oven, you and wonpil get to

share a bath together :)

maybe it was his plan all along because the smirk on his face doesn’t leave at all while you wash each other up

bath foam on his hair, on your nose

soapy kisses, the works

you’d indulge being skin to skin with wonpil this way, soaked in warm water with the smell of mint in the air from your body wash

you couldn’t take too long in the bath though as the brownies baked for a short period of time

“do you really choose brownies over me right now, babe? really?”

“wonpil the apartment will burn down if we don’t take them out of the oven”

…”

“okay point taken”

you finish up in the shower, put on your bathrobe and dry off your hands to hurry and take the tray out the oven

the brownies don’t look half-bad and evidence of the food fight you and wonpil didn’t even seem like it happened (courtesy to him voluntarily wiping everything down as you ran the bath quickly)

“so is this dinner?” wonpil asks, walking towards you with his matching robe around him

“how about some take out for now?” you suggest sheepishly, hunger calling out to you already

he agrees, and calls your favorite restaurant for some food

the two of you then spend the rest of the night eating rice from take out boxes and dumplings on the pull out sofa bed, never ending conversations of everything in life accompanying the hum of background tv noise

y’all even forget to eat the brownies as the dumplings and noodles had filled you up more than you thought

and that’s how you basically spent the first day he’s back with you, and the second is just the same

with more cuddling, sharing the shower, and enjoying every moment with him :) (less food fights though, he’s found out your sheer determination about such things… terrifying)

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