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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 6 years

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Attention (Wonsik/Ravi oneshot)

"Heyyo, could I request something for Ravi from VIXX where reader is being super like clingy/cuddly towards him in front of the others and he's high-key embarrassed but loves the affection 😚😚"

Jaehwan couldn't stop smiling at Wonsik. You were back hugging him, pressing your cheek against his as you giggled happily and he couldn't stop the smile that grew on his face at the contact. Jaehwan thought it was utterly adorable and may have been sneakily taking some pictures. Butt was in Jaehwan's lap, his hands providing ample entertainment for the tiny dog.

"Ahh Wonsikkie, I'm so glad I get to spend time with you today!" you cooed hugging him tighter, swaying side to side like a kid with a toy. "It's been a while since I've been able to give you so many hugs!" You laughed as he kissed the parts of your arms that he could reach.

"I'm glad too, jagiya." You could feel the rumble of his voice in your chest and sighed in content. Times like this were the best; Wonsik in your arms and nothing to worry about. He rested his back to look up at you, his soft smile making your heart flutter.

“Jagiya, your smile is so cute!” you praised, kissing his nose, smiling brightly at him as you moved slightly away from his face. “My cute Wonsikkie.” his slightly rosy cheeks made you giggle, so you dotted kisses all over his face, showering him with praises in between.

“Ahhhh, so cute!” Hakyeon squealed as he came into the room. You looked up to see him with his hands together in delight. Your smile only grew and you laughed lightly at his reaction.“Ah, hyung.” Wonsik mumbled, clearly a little embarrassed. This only spurred Hakyeon on to move closer to squish your cheeks, “And you’re especially cute Y/N.” Wonsik feebly attempted to push Hakyeon’s hands away from your face. You laughed again showering him with kisses once again.

“Wonsikkie, you’re soooo cute!” Hakyeon laughed heartily, making Wonsik cover his face with his hands.

“Aww hyung’s little koala is stuck to him again!” Hongbin laughed as he and Sanghyuk walked in, snacks in hand. You looked up at them and pressed your face to Wonsik’s hand and waved a peace sign at them.

“And what?” you dared to tease back, “Hakyeon(-oppa) gets it.” You added sticking your tongue out at the laughing duo.

“Yeah don’t be rude you two!” Hakyeon said raising a hand to chop at their necks. They both weaved out of the way, still laughing until Butt yipped at them; which made them jump. Jaehwan, Wonsik, Hakyeon and yourself all began laughing hard at the shrieks the pair let out. They also laughed, lightly pushing each other’s shoulders.

“Hyung, you shouldn’t have screamed, you made me scream!” Sanghyuk exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Hongbin, who just laughed more as he set his snacks on the table.

“Wow, Hyukkie. You totally just threw him under the bus: I’m pretty sure you both screamed at the same time though.” Jaehwan pointed out as he picked Butt up, walking over to Wonsik.

“Awe, I guess I should let you get up to feed this precious baby.” You sighed, but stood up to fuss over the cute little dog anyway. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” you cooed, “Except my Wonsikkie, of course.” You laughed as you heard Wonsik stumble slightly on his way to get his pet food.

Once he called to you to bring Butt, you took him from Jaehwan’s arms and made your way to the kitchen.

“Wonsik...”You called as you both leaned on the counter watching Butt eat. Wonsik turned to you immediately, the serious tone of your voice instantly alarming him.

“What’s wrong?” you chewed on your bottom lip for a moment before continuing. He waits with bated breath.

“Does it...d-do you dislike it when I’m overly cuddly with you in front of the others?” you finally ask, nervously looking at the floor. You miss the surprised look on his face, but as you look up at him concerned by his silence you see his loving gaze as he’d raised his hand to turn your head.

“Of course not! I might be a little embarrassed but I love how you show your affection.” He presses his hand to your cheek softly stroking your skin, “If I ever had any kind of preference, I’d let you know alright? Don’t worry, jagiya.” You nodded up at him, hugging him in relief. He chuckled lightly hugging you right back, kissing your forehead before pulling you back into a hug.

I hope you like it!!!!!!!!!! ALSO THERE ARE TOO MANY CUTE GIFS ON THIS ANGEL BOI OH MY GOD. Look at this precious man with his tiny doggo! Ah my heartue. 😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💞 VIXX man. They're all so cute I'm cry.

-Mimi

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kpopwishes · 6 years

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54 + 63 + wonsik

Admin: Gemma

54. He thinks he’s a mind reader

63. Can you just man up and change his diaper?

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Wonsik sat with your twin nephews on the couch eating everything your sister had told you they could not have and you were honestly just happy with the fact that they were no longer up the wall screaming about being the power rangers shooting you and Wonsik dead with their bang bang!

“Kids are you guys hungry?” you waited for the expected no as you sliced into the vegetables to cook for dinner, but no protests came. Instead you were met with cries and a flustered boyfriend.

“I don’t know what’s wrong!” He defended. “We were just sitting here and then he got up and started to walk away to the corner and he was playing just fine and now he’s CRYING!” You washed your hands and wiped them on your apron as you made your way to the living room.

“He’s hungry, he hasn’t eaten for a while, but he can’t be we were just eating candy! It’s a tummy ache, hey, you have a tummy ache huh?” You took in the sight of your boyfriend trying to stare deep into your nephews soul to figure out what is wrong with him.

“Why he yell?” You glanced down to your other nephew and sighed.

“He thinks he’d a mind reader.” Your nephew furrowed his brows together, his two year old mind not quite grasping the idea of mind reading and how that meant your boyfriend had to yell.

“Bubs pooped.” You interjected. Wonsik held your nephew at arms length instead of closely inspecting him like had been earlier.

“I thought they were potty trained!”

“Yes, but they napped earlier and we put diapers on them remember?” You grabbed the diaper bag and wipes and handed them to your mildly disgusted boyfriend.

“Baby no…”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper? I have to cook dinner.” You turned to your other nephew. “Little man you wanna help me cook?”

He took your hand and walked back with you to the kitchen. You set him on the counter and gave him the job of taste tester.

“OH MY GOD THE SMELL!”

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sopewriters · 7 years

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Won’t you be (Mine)?

Pairing: Ravi | Wonsik X Reader [Teacher!AU]

Genre: Fluff, humor

Word Count: 2.6K

Warning: Lots of dick jokes. I’m sorry, and they’re all extra lame.

Inspired by the beautiful look Wonsik had going for him in VIXX’s performance of Black Out.

EDIT: i’M CRYING AT WHISPER HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT I’M CRYING

Teaching has always been a stressful job. You know that. And even though you’re just a substitute—carefully handling the job in the main teacher’s absence—you just want the earth to swallow you right up. Just as a small favor, that’s all.

Of course, life must go on. The earth doesn’t love you that much and, honestly, neither does whatever higher power it is out there that thrust you into this life of misery, so you’ll have to deal. Teaching a bunch of freshmen, then, it is.

You wouldn’t mind this so much, very frankly; biology has always been your favorite subject, and it comes to you with an ease only possible of many, many nights of studying, along with a desk romance with your favorite cup of coffee. No, the problem here is the fact that you need to teach a bunch of stupid, giggling teenagers who’re just starting to get the hang of being mature about the basics of humanity: reproduction. And, if that isn’t bad enough, you need to deal with having a huge migraine on top of everything. Like life doesn’t already suck.

So, you’re already in a pretty terrible mood when you show up early for class that day. You angrily curse their teacher and his stupid business trips a couple times in your head for good measure, then immediately flush guiltily because you actually don’t mean it, please don’t die and come take these kids off my hands.

“Hey, Ms. _______!” Some kid calls as he gets inside, and you give him an obligatory wave and smile back, barely managing to hold yourself back from yawning in his face. That’d be weird.

The rest of the students eventually file in, and you squint around the room, dimly cursing whichever entity out there that has managed to make the lights so bright. Well, it looks like everyone’s there, so you’re good to go!

“Hey guys,” You attempt to say warmly, through the pounding headache, “How was your weekend?”

Right. Forgot to mention that: it’s a Monday morning. The perfect combination now, truly, isn’t it?

You get a mixed response, of course, going from ‘brilliant!’ to ‘bullshit’ to ‘why life’. You’re personally inclined to agree with the latter option, though you don’t make your opinion known, choosing to keep it to yourself instead.

As expected, the reactions to what you’re about to teach are sort of the same. You hear a couple of groans—dim and muted from the back—along with a couple of eye-rolls: standard stuff. Of course, there are still those few kids who flush at the mere mention of the topic, and you know they’ll get to the point where they won’t even bat an eye at it, eventually, but…

Annoying.

You start off simple, with the structure of the vagina. Point out the basic stuff, after drawing it on the whiteboard for everyone to see, and answer any genuine questions if they come at you. It’s when you project the diagram of a penis, that the problems begin.

Okay. So it’s not even the class’ fault, you’ll admit.

The door swings open, and this guy with dark hair literally storms his way inside, looking a little angry, a little sad, and 98% done.

You raise an eyebrow at the unexpected intrusion, and mentally cower in your head. Why can the world not leave you alone for once in your life?

“I’m sorry, did you need something?” You snap out irritably, “Class started easily 20 minutes ago, and you clearly don’t seem interested, so please either get inside quietly, or just leave.”

The guy looks surprised, watching you with an obvious ‘are-you-talking-to-me?’ expression that makes you want to roll your eyes. Seriously, you hate students, they should all just take a vacation from school. Forever.

It’s silent when he takes in your words and understanding, finally, that yes, you’re speaking to him. His eyes drift to the whiteboard, before tracing the tired lines of your face, the lingering frown on your lips, and something in his eyes grows alight.

“Why, yes, Ms. ________.” He grins mischievously at you, expression clearing, and your gut sinks, “I have a bone(r) to pick with you!”

You know when it was silent before? Well, it couldn’t beat the eerie stillness of the class now, with all the students staring at the two of you, a mixture of awe and fear swimming in their expressions. And, a lesser person might crack on the pressure, might actually want to leave the class and never look back, with a student, but you are not that person. No.

You crack a smile at the kid, whoever they are, because okay, that was a terrible joke and should never be repeated again, but it’s also kind of funny. You know you might be acting a bit unprofessional, but who’re you kidding, most of your professors in college were actually worse. You’ve seen it.

“What do you need, kid?” You raise an eyebrow at the male, taking in his pink dress shirt and black trousers, briefly wondering why he’s dressed like this, “Since you so obviously want to be a pain in the ass?”

You hear a couple of shy giggles, and you cockily stare down the black-haired intruder, whose smile only widens at your retort.

“Well, that pun was difficult to swallow,” He jokes back, and you need to bite back your smile, headache almost entirely forgotten, “But I recently found out my dick is pi inches long?”

“Wait, what?” You’re thrown off by the sudden change in conversation, “That’s pretty small.”

“Actually, I beg to differ,” He interrupts, smiling privately, “It means it’s not bigger than 3 inches but is also infinite…crazy, right?”

“Nah,” You wave your hand, grinning at him without abandon, “It just means it’s irrational and everyone hates it.”

You hear a couple of chokes in the background, even as he grins fiercely at you, eyes shining bright. Of course, that’s also when you remember you have CommitmentsTM which you should probably be attending to right now.

“Anyway.” You say again, rolling your eyes, “If you’ve got nothing else to say, either take a seat or leave?”

“I guess I’ll see you after class, then?” He smiles at you, the curve of his lips suddenly seeming a lot shyer than before, “Till then, Ms. _______.”

He actually leaves then, and you want to chuck a book at someone but also simultaneously thank him for lessening your stress, even if by just a smidge, and with questionable methods.

“Wow,” Someone calls from the back, “I didn’t think you and Mr. Ravi were that close!”

“Oh, we’re not, actually, I—” Something clicks then. An integral piece from that sentence.

Mr. Ravi?

Suddenly, the formal clothes make more sense. He looked so young, though, there’s no way! But one look at the class’ excited faces confirms that, yes, you just had a dick joke battle with another instructor. Wonderful. Might as well add that to your resume.

“Uh….” You try to wipe the deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression from your face, before the kids can actually pick up on it, “Well, let’s get back to the actual topic, right?”

Despite the embarrassment, the tiny smile on your lips never leaves.

“Busy?” You’re sitting at your desk, eyeing a stack of papers in trepidation, when the door swings open. You lift your head slightly, only to actually stand up, spine ramrod straight, at the sight of the man with black hair from before.

“O-Oh, n-no.” You stutter, making his eyes widen behind his glasses. They’re a new edition, but they really bring out his eyes, not that you’re looking or anything.

“Are you… alright?” His mouth parts in silent understanding, and he smiles bashfully, cheeks pink, “If this is about the thing earlier in class, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I was just trying to make you look less… stressed?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine.” You choke out, before sighing burying your head in your hands, “I’m just…kind of “embarrassed, to be honest. I didn’t even know you were a teacher!”

“Hardly anyone ever does, the first time they see me.” He quips, before hesitating at the door, “Can I…um, can I come inside?”

“Y-Yeah, of course!” You say hurriedly, and he slips inside, “Why’d you come to class earlier?”

“Oh,” He looks faintly surprised, the slightest tint of pink highlighting his cheeks, “Right. The principal asked me to send for you.”

“Oh, are you his secretary?” You try to ignore what the calling could mean, “I didn’t know—”

“Uh, no, I teach English.” He interrupts quickly, before stammering out, “G-Gosh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to be rude…”

“No, you weren’t—I mean, it wasn’t…” Floundering for words, you decide to just give up already, “You’re fine.”

Fine as hell, actually but, no, bad thoughts.

“Uh…right.” He says, looking just as uncomfortable as you feel, and why do you need to mess everything up again? “Well, can I see you at lunch, then?”

“Lunch?” You repeat stupidly and, at his nod, bob your head up and down rapidly, “yEAH OF COURSE.”

He doesn’t make any odd comment about your sudden incapacity to function; just gives you a tiny little grin and walks out.

It’s after he leaves that you scream into your book. Not for too long, though, because your next class is arriving soon.

You’re reasonably happy, you decide, as you reflect back on the events of the day, sipping on some orange juice on your couch at home. The meeting with the principal went well; he wants to take you on as a teacher, permanently, based on your good work. And even if those kids were literal devils in the making, you wanted the job.

To add to the wonderful list, you had lunch with Ravi, without accidentally spilling something on yourself, or on him, or on anyone. You’d count that as a win.

Even better, he wants to have lunch with you tomorrow too. And the day after. And the day after that. And forever, and you guys can get married and have two kids and a hamster or, wait, maybe a turtle because those are cuter and—

You cut yourself off, blush rocking your face. You’re getting ahead of yourself, and this crush is getting way out of hand. You literally just met the guy today! But his hair, and his eyes, and his lips, Christ—

But, as the days pass by, slowly but definitely, you start to like Wonsik more and more. That’s his real name, apparently, not Ravi.

“Call me Wonsik.” He tells you one day, as you visit him in his classroom, “The kids call me Ravi because they think it’s cool.”

You find that it is cool, but Wonsik is even sweeter. You don’t tell him that, though.

“What’re you doing?” You ask curiously, as you lounge in one of the students’ chairs after school. Wonsik is hunched over stacks of paper, frowning at the little bundle he’s reading over.

You don’t admit it out loud, but he looks really cute like that, tapping the pencil against his lips absent-mindedly, lost in thought. He snaps out of it at your question, though, and you’re a little sorry to see it go. But it makes you feel better to have his eyes on you instead, just as intense.

“I gave the sophomores an assignment on Hamlet.” He says distractedly, “On Act III, Scene III.”

“What?” You frown, “What was that part about again?”

“It’s the part where Hamlet nearly kills Claudius, but doesn’t.” He explains, before catching himself and staring at you with wide-eyed disbelief, “Wait, you’ve read Hamlet?”

“Well, yeah.” You shrug uncomfortably, before diverting the topic, like your blabber-mouth is wont to do, “And anyways, isn’t that the circumcision scene?”

“The what—” Wonsik manages to choke out, but you cut in quickly.

“It’s a tricky thing, it is.” You say brightly, trying to avoid his flushed gaze, “Have to do it right, else you can nearly chop the poor thing’s ding-dong right off—”

“Ding-dong?” He finally gets in a word edgewise with a surprised laugh.

“Well, yeah.” You blush, but your mouth lacks a filter, “Apparently it’s a superstitious thing, something about not being savable or something if you don’t get it done—”

“Uh, ______,” Wonsik grimaces, “Can we not talk about potential castration? Please?”

“Oh right.” You say awkwardly as he forces a tight smile at you, before going off on a tangent about something else entirely, as he turns his attention back to his papers.

He’s smiling though, looking entirely less stressed than before, and you find you can’t stop the mirror grin when you notice it. It feels nice, spending time with him like this, especially with your busy schedules.

“Lunch tomorrow?” He asks, catching you by surprise, and you stare wordlessly at him, mouth parted in shock, “I…I know it’s not a weekday and stuff, but…”

“Are…” You catch your voice, just barely, before croaking out, “Are you asking me on a date?”

“M-M-M-AYBE.” He stutters, and you find yourself staring wide-eyed at the mess of a man sitting across you, “Y-Yes?”

“Oh my gosh.” You breathe out, just as he flushes red-hot in embarrassment and buries his head in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” He moans pitifully, making you gape at how different he’s being, “I messed it up!”

“Hey, weren’t you all confident and chic and stuff?” You inwardly wince at your wording, and Wonsik looks up at you, looking entirely discomforted, “I mean...I, uh, I’d be happy to?”

It’s not supposed to come out as a question, and this is going for bad to worse, aND ALARM BELLS ARE RINGING, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY, EVACUATION ADVISED—

“I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU!” You finally screech, unable to take the voices in your head; only after you’ve screamed it out, do you realize how it must sound. You slowly trail your eyes upwards, meeting Wonsik’s surprised cocoa ones—and he’s smiling.

“You’re cute.” He reaches forward to pinch the lobe of your ear teasingly, and you whine out in embarrassment.

“That was really sudden, okay?” You point out logically, “A-And besides, weren’t you the one who was too busy stuttering to even ask?”

“W-Well…” He draws out in an incoherent mutter, “yourereallyprettyandrejectionsoshy.”

“What?”

“You’re really pretty and smart and stuff, so I wasn’t sure you’d want to go out with me.” He sighs, finally, “Happy?”

“W-Wow.” You say, “But yeah. You’re the one who’s totally out of my league.”

“You’re kidding.” He rolls his eyes, and you don’t feel like arguing with him, so you reach out and pluck off his wire-rimmed glasses with your fingers.

“Hey!” He cries, reaching out for them, but it’s too late. You’ve figured everything out, and you can’t hide your shock at the revelation.

“These are fake?!” You cry out in dismay, “I trusted you!”

“They look really cool!” He defends himself, though he doesn’t deserve to, “My friend told me they look nice on me!”

Well, they do, but that’s not the point.

“You’re so basic.” You shake your head solemnly, “I’m embarrassed.”

“Well, you’re going to have to bear with this basic person for a long time, if I can help it.” Wonsik smiles at you, but it’s not bright and dazzling; no, it’s demure, quiet, yet speaks volumes. You reach out to tangle his pretty, pretty fingers with your own.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Written By: (dying) Midnight^^

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hakyummy · 7 years

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Birthday surprises (Wonsik fluff)

Happy (late) birthday @heart-baek-bleed ! I’m sorry this wasn’t posted on the 20th, but I hope you had a great birthday! (I haven’t proof read this so I hope it’s okay!! Let me know if there’s any mistakes)

So, this is my first full fluff on this acc and I hope it’s okay??? I think it’s pretty crap but please let me know what you think ?? And please send requests in :) I should have 2 new posts up within the next week

You blinked open your eyes, adjusting them to the brightness of your room. You groaned, sure that you had closed the curtains before you fell asleep last night. Struggling to sit up, you were pulled back by a strong pair of arms gripping around your waist. You jumped as your head snapped around to look at the person behind you.

Your heart melted and you relaxed into the firm hold when you realised it was your beautiful and charming boyfriend Wonsik and let out a small squeal of excitement, turning in his hold to hug tightly and press your lips together in a short but loving kiss.

“What are you doing here?” You exclaimed in disbelief after peppering kisses all over his face.

“Well, I couldn’t miss my baby girl’s birthday, could I?” Wonsik smiled down at you with a dazzling grin.

Your mind flashed back to the week prior when Wonsik had informed you over the phone that he wouldn’t be able to make it home for your birthday and that he was endlessly sorry and promised to make it up to you when he got home. You understood, of course, but was saddened to hear you wouldn’t be able to spend your day with your other half. It made your heart ache when you thought about the fact that you’d still miss out on many more special events with Wonsik, but the time you did get to spend with him was surely worth it.

But none of that mattered now, because he was with you now.

After you’d been shaken out of your trance, you were rewarded with yet another smiling image of Wonsik, apart from this time he was holding out a wrapped gift towards you.

You let out a sigh, a smile creeping up onto your face, “I don’t need this.”

You tried to push it away from your body, but Wonsik forced it into your arms, faking an angry expression. Each time you’d try to thrush it away from your body, your boyfriend made sure to not let it leave your arms. He had a playful grin on his face and you knew he wouldn’t give it up, so you decided to just accept the gift.

“Thank you,” you sighed, placing a kiss on his cheek, before turning back to the gift.

Usually Wonsik never remembered to wrap his gifts -or he did, but badly- but your birthday present was decorated with a dark blue ribbon and a gift tag that read, ‘To my baby girl, I love you’ where Wonsik signed his name with hand drawn hearts beside it. You smiled to yourself, he really was such a softie.

You untied the ribbon before peeling the wrapping paper off, leaving you with a small black box. Wonsik nodded eagerly at you, encouraging you to open it. You rolled your eyes at his impatience, but complied anyway, removing the lid, presenting you with a silver necklace with the letter ‘W’ embodying it. You gasped at the simple, but beautiful gift and thanked your boyfriend with a meaningful kiss before moving your hair to the side so Wonsik could put the necklace on you. He did the clasp easily and before leaning back again, he placed a butterfly kiss on the back of your neck and you smiled at the ticklish touch.

“So, what do you wanna do today, baby girl?” Wonsik asked you, placing a delicate kiss on the crown of your head, engulfing you in his teddy-bear like cuddles. “We could go ice skating, just the two of us, or the boys have offered to pay for us if you want to go out for dinner, or we could go shopping, we can do whatever you want.”Wonsik was always so considerate about what you wanted, encouraging you to do what you wish rather than him making decisions for you.

You hummed in thought, considering all of the options, “Well…they all sound great, but… I think I just wanna lay in bed with you at the moment.” You grinned up at him and snuggled under his arms to get as close to him as you could.

He hummed in agreement and readjusted his position so you’d both be comfortable and reached down to place another kiss on the top of your head, before cradling you close to him.

“You know, you just being here is a more than adequate gift for me.” You said before snuggling against his chest and your eyes fell closed in a peaceful slumber.

#wonsik fluff #wonshik fluff #wonsik scenarios #wonshik scenarios #kim wonsik #kim wonshik #vixx #vixx fluff #vixx scenarios #i love fluffy wonsik #sorry this is so late #happy late birthday #this is shit im sorry

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inctlife · 3 years

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20 Years | LTY ~ Siwoo, Nari, Wonsik

genre: fluff

summary: growing up with the lee family

warnings: none

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Siwoo = 5 / Nari = 4 / Wonsik = 1 week

"Nari, Siwoo!" Taeyong called, his voice still soft, so as not to disturb the sleeping baby in the car seat in your arms.

"Daddy!" Nari exclaimed, running into the hallway, Taeyong scooping her up into his arms and spinning her around.

"Oh, baby girl!" Taeyong cooed, "I missed you!"

"Where's baby?" she asked, peering over Taeyong's shoulder.

You laughed, "he's here, Nari, don't worry."

"My little brother!" Nari cooed, wriggling out of Taeyong's arms to see the baby in the driver's seat.

“Our little brother!” Siwoo shouted, running after his little sister, crouching down to see the baby in the car seat.

“Careful, careful!” you chuckled, “you two have all the time in the world to see him, okay? He’s not going anywhere anytime soon.”

Siwoo = 9 / Nari = 8 / Wonsik = 4

“It’s okay, Wonsik-ah,” Taeyong smiled.

Wonsik frowned, turning to you; that was not what he wanted to hear at all.

“Mummy, I’m nervous,” Wonsik pouted.

You chuckled, taking him into your arms and kissing his head, “I know you are, baby boy, but everyone has to go to school some day. Aren’t you excited to play with some new friends? And some of your cousins will be there!”

Wonsik protested, wriggling around in your arms.

“Look, Lee Wonsik, that’s not going to do anything. Why are you so nervous about going to school?” you asked, pulling him away from your chest so you could see your son’s face.

“I miss you and Daddy,” he whispered.

You laughed, pulling him close, “we’ll miss you too, Bubba.”

“Wonsik-ah,” Taeyong cooed, “Mummy even cried last night because of how much we’ll miss you! But school is fun, okay? You’re gonna have so much fun, buddy!”

“Wonsik-ah!” Siwoo called, “I’ll be at school too! And Nari! You can stay with us at break time and lunch.”

“I can?” Wonsik asked, his big eyes shining with the threat of tears, until his big brother spoke to him.

“Of course!” Nari smiled, “come on! We’re already dressed!”

Wonsik giggled, wriggling; now to get out of your arms, and down to the floor, ready to get dressed for his first day of school.

Siwoo = 11 / Nari = 10 / Wonsik = 6

“Wonsik! Throw me the iPad,” Siwoo said, motioning for his little brother to pass it over to him.

But Wonsik’s head hadn’t wrapped itself round all the different ins and outs of language yet, and his brother said what his brother said.

Lifting his arm into the air, he threw the iPad across the room.

“Wonsik! What the heck?!” Siwoo exclaimed, as the flying metal hit his arm and landed on the floor beside him, the screen cracking.

“Wonsik!” Nari shouted, the iPad being a shared possession between the three.

“What happened?” you called from the kitchen, Taeyong stood beside you, rolling his eyes.

“Wonsik threw the iPad!” Siwoo yelled, storming into the kitchen.

“He told me to,” Wonsik said, waddling in after him, a sad look in his eyes.

“Why would he have told you to throw it?” you asked.

“He said ‘throw me the iPad’,” Wonsik repeated.

“Yeah! And that means give it to me! Oh my god,” Siwoo seethed.

“Shh, calm down, Si,” Taeyong said, stroking his eldest son’s hair, “it was just a little misunderstanding, okay? We’re not mad at either of you.”

“Yeah but dad, look at the iPad!” Nari exclaimed.

“Is it cracked?” he asked.

“All over!” Siwoo huffed.

“We can get you a new iPad, guys,” Taeyong said, “can you two just apologise to each other please?”

“I’m sorry for throwing the iPad, Siwoo-hyung,” Wonsik muttered.

Siwoo frowned, “I’m sorry.”

“For...?”

“For... For shouting at you,” Siwoo said.

“Okay, I’ll get you guys a new iPad. Why don’t you play with Legos for now?”

Siwoo = 14 / Nari = 13 / Wonsik = 9

“It is 3 o’clock in the morning!” you yelled, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Taeyong, you’re killing yourself and you’re abandoning us!”

“I’m not abandoning anyone! I’m fucking working all for your guys!” Taeyong yelled back, both of you heated as you shouted back insults and arguments, most of them not even making sense.

“Wonsik-ah?” Nari called gently, pushing her younger brother’s door open, “you okay?”

You never meant for the kids to hear you, but you two were loud.

Wonsik nodded slowly, moving up in his bed, Nari coming to join him.

“You two are babies,” Siwoo said, but still came quickly into his little brother’s room, joining the two on the bed, “I’ll protect you.”

Siwoo = 17 / Nari = 16 / Wonsik = 12

“Hey, Siwoo-hyung?” Wonsik called sheepishly.

“Hmm?”

Siwoo didn’t look up from his textbook, furiously writing out notes.

“I– I just wanted to get your advice on something.”

“I’m a bit busy,” Siwoo sighed, looking up at his younger brother for the first time since he entered the room, “what’s it about?”

“Um... a girl.”

Siwoo smirked, sitting back in his chair, “oh yeah? Then I have plenty of time, what’s your question?”

“W-Well I wanted to confess. And I was going to on White Day but I don’t really know how...” Wonsik trailed off, he was so embarrassed, but he didn’t know who else to turn to, “can you help?”

“Our baby!” Siwoo cooed.

“Oh my god, fuck off,” Wonsik whined, going to leave, when Siwoo rolled his chair over and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait, wait, wait!” the elder laughed, “I’m just joking with you. What’s she like? Did she give you anything on Valentine’s Day?”

“Oh my god, who?” Nari asked, stopping her journey past Siwoo’s door.

“No!” Wonsik whined.

Siwoo cackled, “Wonsik has a crush.”

“Shut up!”

“Wants to confess,” Siwoo giggled.

Nari laughed, catching her little brother as he tried to leave.

“I’m helping,” Nari announced, shoving Wonsik onto the bed and sitting on the floor in front of him, “so, what’s she like?!”

Siwoo = 18 / Nari = 17 / Wonsik = 13

“Can you just fuck off?!”

“But you’re crying,” Wonsik said.

“Wow,” Nari scoffed, “really? I didn’t know.”

“Who’s crying?” Siwoo asked.

“Go away!” Nari yelled, throwing a stuffed toy from her bed at her brothers.

“Woah! That was so unprovoked!” Siwoo exclaimed.

“I just wanted to know why!” Wonsik laughed, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?! Why am I crying?!” Nari yelled, “I don’t know, maybe it’s because Hyunjin fucking cheating on me!”

The brothers were speechless, stood in the hallway as Nari slammed the door in their faces.

“Nari?” Wonsik finally said, after a pause.

“Just go away.”

“I have chocolate. I bought it on the way home from school today,” he continued, “do you wanna share?”

Siwoo smiled at his little brother’s heart, “I have this really good series we should watch as well, Ri!”

“What kind?”

“Plain.”

“Comedy.”

Nari paused, picking the toys up from where they’d landed by the door, “come in.”

Siwoo = 20 / Nari = 19 / Wonsik = 15

“Okay guys, we should leave Siwoo alone now,” Taeyong smiled, watching as you gave your son one last, long hug.

Nari sheepishly approached after you, her brother pulling her into a hug before she could.

“I’ll miss you,” she whispered.

Siwoo chuckled, “no you won’t.”

Nari scoffed, pulling away with a sad smile.

“I’m literally gonna be back at Christmas!” he exclaimed, pulling his little brother into a hug, “next you’re gonna say you’ll miss me.”

Wonsik sniffled, “I will.”

Siwoo smiled, “you finally admit I’m cool, huh?”

“I’ve always said you were cool, actually,” Wonsik said, Siwoo laughing as he pulled away.

Siwoo put his hand on his little brother’s head, “be good, okay?”

Wonsik whined, joining Taeyong outside the door as Siwoo laughed, looking at Nari, “you too.”

“I’m going to college next year, don’t get too cocky.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go,” you chuckled, wiping away your tears, “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Bye Mum, bye Dad,” Siwoo smiled, waving, “bye guys!”

Wonsik and Nari laughed, walking backwards and waving until the moment they were out of sight from each other. Maybe they liked each other just a little bit more than they were each willing to admit.

Siwoo = 25 / Nari = 24 / Wonsik = 20

“Happy Birthday our Wonsik! Happy Birthday to you!”

“Don’t forget to make a wish!” you exclaimed, watching your youngest son blow out his candles.

“Does this mean we’re getting cake for breakfast?” Siwoo asked, looking at you and Taeyong.

Taeyong laughed, “buddy, you’re all adults now, we couldn’t tell you what to eat for breakfast even if we wanted to.”

“No! I’m not listening!” Nari exclaimed, “no way! I’m still 14!”

You laughed, “of course.”

“Hold on, why are you more distraught about your age?! Wonsik’s an adult, Nari,” Siwoo cringed, “how?! You were born like yesterday!”

Wonsik rolled his eyes, picking at the chocolate on top of his cake, “I really wasn’t.”

“It felt like it,” you commented.

“Yeah! I remember it!” Siwoo exclaimed.

Nari smiled, “so do I. Uncle Jisung was looking after us for a whole weekend.”

Taeyong sighed, “and now you’ve all become adults too fast.”

“I wouldn’t say it was that fast,” Wonsik said, “felt like fucking ages.”

“Oh you would say that, youngest sibling,” Siwoo tutted.

“Um, Wonsik! Language,” you scolded.

“Seriously?!” Wonsik exclaimed, Nari and Siwoo laughing at him, “Mum! I’m 20!”

“And I’m still your Mum? I’ll shout at all of you for swearing.”

“Not Siwoo!” Wonsik exclaimed.

“Well he’s the oldest, it’s different,” Taeyong shrugged.

“So unfair,” Nari laughed.

“Says you! Dad buys you literally everything!” Wonsik shouted.

“Oh my god no, you’re the most spoilt!” Siwoo cackled.

It didn’t really matter if they liked each other or not, in the end. They were still siblings; that’s all that matters.

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One Night To Be Mine ~ Kim Wonsik

Your eyes could only roll as Wonsik made his way over to you with a proud smile on his face. You placed your clipboard down, beckoning him over when you noticed how misplaced his microphone was against the red jumper that he wore. Although you knew why he’d done it, there was no chance of you letting him get away with it.

“I don’t appreciate these games you’re trying to play whilst I’m trying to produce a show,” you whispered.

He simply shrugged back at you, moving his arms back so that you could reposition his microphone so that it sat properly on the collar of his jumper. You couldn’t deny how strong his body felt as you moved around it, refusing to focus too much on it though, trying your hardest to remain professional and ignore Wonsik’s advances.

Each segment you filmed, you noticed him often looking in your direction, watching your every move. His crush was undeniable, most of the cast had picked up on the way that he behaved too, but you tried your hardest to dismiss it every time.

“You can tell me if you like what you see,” he smirked once you were finished, moving your hands away. “You wouldn’t be the first person to compliment my body.”

“You’ve got work to do, and this is not the place,” you sighed.

His head nodded, very much aware of the other people that were around you both. “I reckon I could find a pretty good place if you gave me a chance to prove it to you. In fact, this island particularly is well known for how romantic it is.”

“And you’ve still got work to film,” you reminded him, trying to keep a hold of your composure. “If you don’t mind, you’re needed back on set.”

Your attitude only teased Wonsik more, the hard to get was something he craved out of you, because deep down he could see how flustered you were around him too. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger if he wanted you, he just had to keep searching for the key that would eventually unlock the door.

After the shoot had finished for the day, you quickly made your way back to your office, desperate to head back to your hotel and rest for the night. Everything was set for the main shoot tomorrow, exploring the island and plenty of markets too.

However, as soon as you stepped foot into your office, you knew you weren’t alone. As you spun around, a gasp came from you as you noticed Wonsik stood just centimetres away from you, quickly closing the door behind him.

“So, how about that place?” He instantly asked, barely giving you the time to catch your breath. “I saw how red your cheeks were putting my mic on earlier, are you really going to keep denying that you have feelings for me?”

Your head nodded, stepping past him so that you could file your director’s notes away in your bag, grabbing your belongings and throwing them in too. Wonsik refused to move as you did so, noticing how panicked you became as a result of how close he was to you.

Once you were done, you grabbed your bag and threw it over your shoulder, only for Wonsik to continue to stand in front of the door. You knew he was far too strong for you to even try and step around, moving back instead, folding your arms across your chest.

“Just give me a chance,” he spoke up, staring across at you with a wide smile on his face. “You can only pretend not to be interested in me for so long before you slip up. So, why don’t you cave and just let me take you out?”

“And what makes you think we would work anyway? You’re a star, I’m just a producer, it’s not worth the risk for me to get involved with you,” you admitted.

Wonsik’s eyebrows raised, as did yours once you’d realised what you’d said. The slip up occurred instantly, realising the not-so-subtle way you’d managed to go about telling Wonsik that you felt the same way too.

“The fact that you’re a producer doesn’t change anything,” he assured you, taking a step towards you, “in fact, I love that you’re a producer, you’re normal Y/N.”

“And when things come crashing down or found out, who gets the sack?” You challenged.

His head nodded, instantly understanding where you were coming from. A relationship between staff and star never tended to end well, and whilst Wonsik was irreplaceable on the show, you were very much the opposite, with plenty of producers lining up for their chance.

“I would be careful, you know that, you’ve spent enough time with me to know the person that I am. I know that work is important, but I’m not going to let work get in the way of my chance of love, even if it does end up upsetting a few people along the way,” Wonsik assured you.

“Chance of love?” You whispered, slightly surprised by such an honest statement from him.

His smile slowly grew, reaching out for your hand to take a hold of. “I know what we’ve been doing is fun, but I want to be serious too. I know you think you’re just the producer of this show, but you’re so much more than that, however much you wind me up too.”

Your eyes rolled as he tugged you to stand closer towards him, relaxing his hand against your waist, noticing how red your cheeks had turned once again.

“I was convinced if I pushed you far enough away, you’d drop any feelings you had for me,” you confessed to him.

“Did you really think I was that easy?”

Your head shook with the release of a light giggle, “I’ve learnt now that you’re a lot harder work than I gave you credit for. That still doesn’t mean I’m going to give in to you straight away, I’ve been promised a pretty romantic dinner if I remember correctly.”

He could only scoff at the wide smile on your face, making sure you held his promise from earlier in the day against him. Even though you’d scoured most of the island for places to shoot, Wonsik assured you he had some place special up his sleeve.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” He proceeded to ask, sensing he might have finally won the battle. “You’re not going to get scared and back away, or change your mind about me? Because we still have to work together.”

It was something you’d given a lot of thought; you knew that if things didn’t work out with Wonsik it was going to make work a very awkward place to be. But you hadn’t tried to ignore your heart for so long for no reason, you knew that he was exactly what you wanted.

“I’m sure,” you smiled, taking yet another step closer towards him, staring up at his eyes.

With that, Wonsik’s hand moved up to cup the side of your face, slowly leaning down until his lips pressed against your own, catching at your bottom lip before quickly pulling away, conscious of where the two of you still were.

“We’ll make this work,” he whispered as he pulled away from you, keeping his hand against your flushed cheek. “I’ll pick you up tonight once everyone’s in their rooms, make sure that the coast is clear for us both.”

“It’s going to be hard,” you acknowledged, suddenly feeling slightly overwhelmed by the extents you’d have to go to in order to keep your relationship quiet. “But I’m willing to do it, just as long as you are too.”

Wonsik’s head nodded, having dreamt about the chance to be with you for so long, he’d already mapped out several ways to keep things quiet in his head before. “Just trust me, and we’ll be alright, I promise you.”

“Of course, I trust in you,” you assured him.

“Then we’ll be alright, at least for tonight.”

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⁂ Heavy (Ravi/Wonsik Kim)

Genre: Fluff ☁

Word Count: 808 ☁

Pairing: Female Reader x Ravi ☁

World: VIXX ☁

Author’s Note: This fic is about a woman’s period.

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You knew that the next week would be hell. You were on the plane to Japan with VIXX when your period started, despite not being due for another week. When you were younger, you had very heavy periods to the point that you had to be put on birth control to slow them down. For years, it helped and eventually, you stopped taking them. The past year, however, your body has slowly been returning to its heavy flow and the misery that came with it. The flight to Tokyo was only about two hours long, but in that time, you had to rush to the bathroom to change your feminine products several times. None of the boys realized what was wrong, and assumed that you were simply sick from the flight.

Ravi knocked on the bathroom door, his voice soft. “Baby? We’re gonna be landing soon, we have to get back to our seats.”

“Just a second,” you called as you stood up. You had to grab onto the wall to steady yourself as your head started to spin. With a groan, you quickly washed your hands and exited the bathroom. Ravi was waiting near the door, looking worried.

“Are you okay?”

You forced a smile. “I’m fine, I think I just ate something bad this morning.”

His brow furrowed, knowing that you hadn’t eaten anything that morning, but he kept his mouth shut and followed you back to your seat.

The plane landed and everyone started to file out. You did your best to keep up with the group as they walked fast through the airport. You suddenly felt a wave of dizziness come over you and you swayed. Everything blurred around you and the sounds melded together until it just became a low hum in the back of your brain. The last thing you saw was Leo turning around with wide eyes.

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Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the white popcorn ceiling. You rolled over, looking around the hotel room. Ravi’s bags and your own were sitting on the table.

The door clicked before sliding open. Ravi walked in carrying a bag of food from the nearby chicken place. “You’re awake,” he quickly dropped the food on the table before rushing over, sitting on the side of the bed. His hand found your forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“A little bit better,” you mumbled, glancing at the clock. “Wait… You should be at the show!”

He smiled, moving his hand to your cheek. “I couldn’t live with myself if I went to the show while you were alone and unconscious. You really had me worried… I still think I should take you to the hospital.”

“It’s not that serious, I promise.”

“What is it?” He paused, sending you a look. “And don’t tell me you are something bad.”

“My period started on the plane.” You sighed, “It’s really heavy this month. I guess my body couldn’t handle it.”

Ravi frowned, “Well, you don’t have to worry. I’m going to wait on you hand and foot!”

“That’s really not necessary, Wonsik. I’ll be okay.”

“Nonsense,” he waved you off. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,”

He grabbed the food off the table and sat down across from you. “Is there anything I can buy you to help?”

“I have some Advil in my bag. It slows the blood flow. Long-term, though, I’ll have to go to the doctor and get back on birth control.” Ravi frowned. “Do you not like the idea?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he pouted. “How can we have kids if you’re on birth control?”

You giggled, your heart skipping a beat. “Isn’t it a bit too early for kids?”

“It’s never too early~” He smiled at you. “But if it’ll help you feel better, I support it.”

“It’s only for a little while until my body regulates, and then I can stop taking it again.” You informed before taking a bite of chicken.

Ravi stood up and grabbed your bag, bringing it over to you. Although he knew you trusted him, he felt it was disrespectful to go through your bag.

“Thank you,” you unzipped it, reaching into the small compartment on the side and taking out the bottle of pills. He handed you a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. “Hopefully these will get to work. Are you sure you won’t get into trouble for skipping?”

“Don’t worry about me, baby. You’re the most important thing,” He leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. “I love you so much. You’re my world.”

“I love you too,” you closed the distance, capturing his lips with yours. You could feel his love and adoration pouring into the kiss and you felt your heart racing. Maybe having a heavy period wasn’t too bad if it meant being fussed over by such a wonderful boyfriend~

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dissoluteways · 5 years

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drunk

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PAIRING: Wonsik/OC RATING: PG WARNINGS: absolutely nothing. WORDCOUNT: 2030

Notes: Sooooo i’ve been gone for a while but i finally readproof this one and it’s cute. It’s funny. It’s alright lmao. I wrote this when i started to have a crush on someone and i think it shows lmao. Enjoy!

Wonsik’s call on the phone wakes her up at half past two in the morning, and she’s slightly (a lot) worried when she answers. He isn’t the type to call so late, he usually would check through a message first, even if sometimes she stays up late herself. She relaxes when he asks in a slurred, cheerful tone if he can go over to her place, and she realizes he may be drunk. She asks if he has someone to take him there who’s sober before saying yes.

He’s at her door less than fifteen minutes later. He’s wearing baggy clothes and a hat, and there’s a slight blush adorning his cheeks, and a smile forming on his lips as soon as she opens the door. He looks slightly tired, a bit of dark circles under his eyes, but she can’t help her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Wonsik.

Walking through the door and into her place proves to be a challenge as he stumbles upon the step by her entry, almost falling if it wasn’t for the small table by the door, one of his hands gripping it to help him stay up.

“Wonsik, how much did you drink?” she asks, in the softest voice possible as she helps him make his way to the couch.

“You know I’m not good at math.” He replies, giggling while he sits down.

That means a lot, then.

Wonsik takes off his hat, hair spiking up at random places, he makes no effort in putting it back into place, and she can’t help but giggle. She sits down on the couch next to him, handing him a glass of water and helping him drink it.

“I bought some cookies on my way here.” Wonsik speaks, rather hurried.

“You bought cookies?” She asks, amused.

“Yeah, but I don’t know where I put them.” He says, looking inside his pockets, with a pout on his lips when he realizes there are no cookies in there. “I think Jaehwanie took them away…”

She tries not to giggle at how disappointed he looks when he realizes Jaehwan was the one who took them.

“I really missed you.” He blurs out, leaning on her shoulder.

“We’ve seen each other last weekend, Wonsik.”

“But this was the looooongest week ever.” He replies in a whiny, high pitched voice, wrapping one of his arms around hers. “I thought of you every day.”

“Oh really?” she’s trying very hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, I thought of you when I woke up, when I ate, when I was working, when I took a shower-”

“Ok, Wonsik, I get it.” She interrupts him before he goes any further.

She’s not really taking any of what he’s saying seriously since he’s clearly being affected by all the booze he had, but all those words certainly make her feel important. He doesn’t seem like the type who would lie when he’s drunk. By the way he’s clinging to her, he seems the extremely affectionate type instead. Not particularly different from his usual self then.

He’s nuzzling her neck by then, inhaling deeply into her skin and making her giggle as he scoots closer.

“You smell really good,” Wonsik blurs out again, burying his nose into her hair, “Like lemons and vanilla.”

“Well, thank you.” She replies, smiling softly. “You smell good too. Not today, but most of the time you do.”

“I really like lemons. I really like you too.” He says, pouting.

Why he was pouting, she doesn’t know, but despite his dishevelled, drunk look, he seems like a child, and she pets him before getting up to get him more water.

Wonsik drinks the entire glass cheerfully before speaking again.

“Your hands are pretty too.”

He takes one of her hands into his and stares at it, as if he was actually reading her palm instead of appreciating it. He loops his fingers through hers, turning her hand around, then back to her palm, only to go back to the back, and running his free hand’s fingers over her knuckles and tendons.

“Your hand is so small. Like a baby’s.”

“Thanks, I guess?” She giggles.

“They’re nice, soft and small like a baby’s, but your fingers and kinda long.” He stops, putting her hand close to his face and squinting. “It’s funny, because you’re not tall at all.”

“Hey, now,” she interrupts, not offended at all, but playing along with him. “The one who’s too tall here is you.”

“It’s alright though, if you were too tall I wouldn’t be able to pick you up.”

Wonsik smiles at her as he says that and she can’t help but blush. The only times he had pick her up was to carry her to the bed, or to the shower in some cases.

He doesn’t let go of her hand at all, but stays silent, looking around the room for a while before speaking again.

“I really like holding your hand.”

He’s pouting again and she smiles, squeezing his hand.

“We don’t do that often.”

“No, we don’t, Wonsik.”

“Do you like holding my hand?”

She’s taken aback by the sudden question, but she doesn’t hesitate to reply that yes, she does. Wonsik’s hands are big, but not huge, just big enough that she feels somehow safe when holding them. And his fingers are long and slim, well taken care of, despite sometimes having small cuts or bumps, and she really likes them, likes staring at them and touching them, and just pretty much having them on any part of her body.

“I wanna go out with you.” Wonsik suddenly speaks up, making her jump slightly in her seat.

“Wonsik, it’s almost three in the morning.” She tells him. “Besides, you can’t even walk straight, and I can’t carry you.”

He’s pouting even more, his lip almost all the way out, and she really wants to kiss him.

“Are we dating?”

The question catches her off guard, and she freezes, swallowing loudly.

She doesn’t know the answer. Sometimes she wonders that too, what is it that they are, if they are exclusive, or if Wonsik, maybe, hooks up with other girls as well. She thinks she doesn’t want to know, likes where things are now.

“I don’t know.”

Wonsik throws his head back, fast and hard so he accidentally hits his head with the back of the couch. He makes a high-pitched noise, hands going to the back of his head and rubbing it, and she doesn’t want to laugh but ends up doing it at the same time that she pets the top of his head, and her fingers tug his chin up to check on him.

“You ok?”

Groaning, he nods before gazing back at her. He stares at her with focused eyes, and she worries if he’s still there at all.

“Wonsik? Are you ok?” She asks, heat blooming in her cheeks under his eyes. “Do you want to throw up?”

He shakes his head and looks at his lap, fingers playing with the hem of his hoodie.

“I like you.”

She smiles, relaxing.

“I like you too, Wonsik.”

He’s groaning again, arms flopping onto the couch before throwing himself at her, making her jump, and burying his face on her lap.

“You don’t get it!” he says, voice muffled by the fabric of her pyjamas.

Shifting uncomfortably, she runs her fingers through his hair soothingly.

He goes quiet for a minute or two, and she wonders if he has fallen asleep there, on her lap. She tries to figure out how to move away before Wonsik speaks again, though his voice is so low and slurred, she doesn’t really understand.

“What?”

He turns his head to the side and replies:

“I really like eating you out.”

If her face wasn’t on fire before, it certainly is right now. She doesn’t know how to reply so she stays quiet.

“I like giving head in general.” Wonsik says casually and she hopes he doesn’t get into any specifics. “But I really like going down on you.”

Pursing her lips, she keeps on petting his head, choosing to remain quiet.

“You’re the only person I like giving head to.” He confesses, his tone completely serious, like he was sober. “You look really cute when you come.”

“God, Wonsik, stop talking.” She covers her face with her hands, pressing her body against the couch in an attempt to disappear.

“It’s true!” He’s off her lap then, pulling her hands away from her face.

Even when he was hammered, he still has strength to hold her wrists down, and she curses under her breath for being so weak. His face is suddenly so close to hers, if it wasn’t for the fact that his breath smelled like beer, she would have probably already kissed him by then.

“What I said is true.” Leaning his forehead on hers, he presses closer to her body, still holding her wrists down gently. “You look beautiful all the time. The only person who looks that beautiful when they come is Hongbin.”

“What?”

She pulls her wrists away from his hold and lays her hands flat on his chest, pushing him away. Wonsik looks genuinely puzzled at her actions, eyes wide open and staring intently at her face.

“You- What did you do with Hongbin?”

“I thought I told you…” he replies.

“No? Were you supposed to?” She feels heat boiling in her stomach, and it’s nothing closer to desire.

“Well it happened before I met you, so…”

She lets out a sigh she didn’t know she had been holding, her hands on his chest sliding down onto her lap and her entire body relaxing. Wonsik is looking at her through half-lidded eyes, most likely unaware of what was going through her head.

“Is everything ok?” He’s nuzzling her neck now, tone slurred and low.

She sighs again before replying, slipping her fingers through his hair.

“Let’s go to sleep, Wonsik.”

“Ok.” His voice is muffled against her skin, making her giggle when he drags his lips over her pulse point, not exactly meaning to tease her. “Goodnight.”

“No, no.” She pushes him away, still giggling, but Wonsik is almost half asleep already, and she pats his cheeks lightly. “Let’s go to sleep in bed, Wonsik.”

“Oh.”

He gets up with her help, stumbling forward once on his feet, she’s afraid he’s going to fall on top of her. He seems to be walking fine, even if he’s dragging his feet on the floor. They manage to get to the bedroom safely, and Wonsik tumbles down onto the bed almost as soon as he gets there. For a minute she considers to just let him sleep like that, but decides to takes his clothes off when the voice of her mother slips through her head (“don’t sleep with your clothes on, you’ll get sick!”).

Though it seems like a fairly easy idea, actually taking the clothes of an almost unconscious person is quite the challenge, and after tugging off Wonsik’s pants, she’s sweating and breathing heavily. She urges him to sit up, his eyes fully closed as he does so, and she takes off his hoodie, carefully not to accidentally elbow him in the face in the process. He lays back down right after, like he was already asleep before his body touched the mattress. At least he is just sleeping in a shirt and boxers now.

She puts a bucket near the bed just in case he feels like throwing up once he wakes up, before getting ready to go back to sleep herself. She checks the clock as she slides into bed, right after brushing her teeth. Almost four in the morning. Thankfully it is Sunday; she could spend the next day making fun of Wonsik as he gets over his hangover.

Tempted, she takes a picture of Wonsik, sleeping, vaguely snoring and with his mouth half open; before lying down and turning off the lamp on her bedside table. She can tell him about all the silly things he said and show him that picture tomorrow (and ask him about that incident with Hongbin).

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seokmattchuus · 5 years

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Vixx Reaction to their s/o making a doll version of the group as a surprise gift

A/n: I tried? I’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted.

- Requested -

Hakyeon: *Gets shy because he’s not used to receiving such delicate gifts, especially hand made ones.*

“Why does mine look so...cute.” He blushed, looking at everyone else’s. “If anything, shouldn’t Hyuk’s be the cutest?” He whispered.

Taekwoon: *Completely shocked and just looks at the little doll, taking in all the details and just really immersed in it.*

“Do I really look like this?” He said, holding the doll up next to his face, smiling when you nodded. “It’s a little mini me.”

Jaehwan: *Surprised because he didn’t know you could make such things, and wonders how long it took.*

“You didn’t tell me you made dolls!” He exclaimed, holding the doll up, and looking at all the features. “This must’ve taken forever!”

Wonsik: *Genuinely surprised/interested at the sudden gift and can’t help but examine with it for a while.*

“How’d you do this done so well?” He looked at you shocked, turning the doll around. “And so accurate?”

Hongbin: *Taken by surprise he playfully judges it and nitpicks to cover up how touched he is by it.*

“Y/n, I’m disappointed.” He pouted, holding the doll up to his face. “See.” He pointed at the doll, then his face. “I’m cuter than this.”

Sanghyuk: *Gets childish and remembers Voodoo Doll era, making the doll dance to it.*

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it.” He chuckled when you hit him playfully. “But, I really like it, thank you, baby.” He smiled before continuing his dancing.

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sadfragilegirl · 9 months

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I'm really sad that they don't write for VIXX anymore...I mean there's no new VIXX scenarios on Tumblr and it disappoints me very much.

Like, Tumblr users who wrote for VIXX are either inactive for a very long time while others deactivated their accounts.

~Queennie

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apogrcpha-blog · 6 years

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note to self [ k. wonsik ]

words // 3.0k

pairings // Kim Wonsik x reader

warnings // none

summary // It’s a normal day of Wonsik working in his studio, he goes to take a break but there’s a box.

Wonsik was a work addict, he had no problem denying that because he very much knew that he was a work addict. Where a lot of other people would take time between albums to relax and to enjoy themselves, Wonsik never really stopped working and he couldn’t really see himself ever stop working. He was someone with an endless stream of ideas and couldn’t just keep those to himself, he needed to execute them, to work on them and to make them something fully. Whether it was writing lyrics for upcoming albums or producing songs for other groups, Wonsik just never stopped working in all honesty and in a way it was hard for him to think about taking a break, he knew that it probably wasn’t the best thing, especially not as he said it out loud, but it was just part of him, to always be buzzing with ideas for songs and keeping them all to himself or keeping them inside of him for a long time seemed a little impossible for him to do.

Everyone in the building was aware of the work addict that Wonsik was, everyone from their staff knew it but generally everyone that was part of the company in whatever way knew it. It was always brought up, the amounts of songs he had produced, the amount of work he did and it was definitely something that Wonsik was very proud of. He poured his heart and soul into those songs and for all the work he did he was getting recognition, that was enough.

Today was not a different day from any other day, Wonsik had gotten to his studio a little late as he had overslept but it wasn’t too much of a worry since all of their songs had already been finished, now it was just him playing around with ideas he had, nothing that needed to be handed in or had any kind of due date, it was just him, experimenting with a different sound he could start using or different methods to get to work and to approach songs.

Time always passed impossibly fast for Wonsik, the day went by too fast and had too little hours for him to do all the work which he had wanted to do but so long as he reminded himself that there was always a tomorrow, he was able to deal with the annoyance of not quite finishing things up or making them the way he wanted to. He knew he had more time so he didn’t care as much. The moment Wonsik took a break was a very specific moment, the moment his eyes wanted to just disappear from the world was that exact moment but there was something which definitely accompanied it, the smell. Wonsik didn’t smell, he had showered this morning, there was nothing in his studio that could smell because he usually didn’t snack much and what he did eat was usually processed, in bags and nothing that had a strong scent so it was something else, and he needed to know what it was.

When he stood up he felt his legs ache, only when he stopped working did he ever really feel how much he ad pushed himself and how badly his body took to it sometimes. It was like adrenaline, he only realized what he missed once it was gone and it usually hit him pretty hard, harder than he thought it would.

Wonsik opened his door, it didn’t, It didn’t open fully as he noticed immediately that it was blocked by something. He glanced outside, frowning, that’s when he saw the box that was stopping him from opening his door. The box was in a plastic bag and he picked it up, the door shut before his eyes again and Wonsik headed straight back to his desk. There was a small note attached to the bag, the handwriting was quick and a bit illegible but Wonsik had definitely seen worse and written worse himself before so it wasn’t the absolute worst.

I think this is your favourite, I hope so.

Don’t forget to take breaks

There was still a frown on Wonsik’s face as he opened up the bag and boxes, it was his favourite food. Without thinking much he started eating, he hadn’t realized that he had really been hungry but now his body made it very clear that it had wanted food in the past hours and he wasn’t going to deny it any longer. Only when he had taken a few bites did Wonsik start to think why someone had just given him his favourite food, It was still warm even.

It wasn’t from someone from his band, he assumed. They wouldn’t have left it at the door, they’d have just barged on inside and announce themselves, even Taekwoon wouldn’t just leave it at the door wordlessly when he knew that Wonsik was sitting inside and it probably wasn’t the most important minute of his life where he really couldn’t interrupt.

It was probably someone he didn’t know or they’d leave their name at least, most would really just come on inside. There was still the possibility that this was all a misunderstanding, whoever put this there could’ve had the wrong door and all of this ended up being a very happy accident for Wonsik. He wasn’t sure what to make of it but after eating and stretching his legs out a little

There wasn’t much he could do and he had gotten quite absorbed into his work that he wasn’t even too interested in doing anything, for now he considered it a one time thing, a one time thing that had been amazing for Wonsik. The workday passed quickly and by the end half of the company was already deserted as Wonsik headed back to their dorm, even though he had gotten quite a lot done and had been focused on his work the entire day, the question about who had never left his mind completely.

-8-

It was two days later when Wonsik ran into another box. He needed to go to the bathroom but found his way unexpectedly blocked as he pushed a little harder before his door opened. It was another box, this one was smaller and wasn’t in a bag but there was still a little note attached to it. The handwriting seemed less sloppy now, like the last time had been in a hurry and needed to be done as fast as possible.

Wonsik set the box down on his desk.

This is a lot less healthy but it’s good for energy

Take care, don’t forget to stretch your legs sometimes

As he opened the box he discovered the definition of less healthy. It was nothing on the too extreme side but it wasn’t that great when it came to being healthy, nonetheless he knew all of the snacks and he knew that he really liked how they tasted so it was good enough for him.

After peeing he went back to work, occasionally snacking on the food he had been given. At one point Wonsik went to take a break and decided to think about who this could be, he wasn’t really sure. Even though it was only the second time he assumed that it wasn’t much of a coincidence anymore. It had to be someone who he didn’t know, a secret admirer. Yet, the whole idea of a secret admirer was that the person was a secret, nonetheless Wonsik was very curious and definitely wanted to discover who was behind this, who was sending him food. Even if he didn’t like the person as in love said person, he definitely wanted to thank them for the food because whoever send it, he or she knew very well what Wonsik liked and he loved it.

He decided to keep the note, he still had the last one too somewhere in a drawer, once he found it he put the small stack of two on the corner of his desk, this way it was something that he could look at quite a few times and it might end up being a proper reminder for him to take breaks, he wasn’t sure if it would work but he also knew that whenever someone else told him to take a break, Wonsik was usually far more inclined to do so, there was only one way to find out if notes would work for him.

-8-

A full week had passed and Wonsik had moved the notes from the corner of his desk back to a separate drawer just for them as the stack kept falling over and it was becoming a bit strange to have on his desk. Everyday he got the little notes along with food, and every day it changed. Sometimes it was even multiple times a day though that didn’t happen too often and it would usually be two snacks. Other times it were entire meals that were delivered to the door of his studio and after a few days he had decided to start asking around. No one had the slightest idea, for Wonsik it was quite easy to rule out a lot of people whom he personally knew but he hadn’t really assumed it would be someone he knew very personally, to him it just didn’t seem like something they would do, most people he knew would just be honest with him.

Wonsik’s first clue came when 9 days had passed. He had worked out around when the food would usually be delivered and he made note to open his door then. It had gone somewhat successful, he hadn’t been able to catch the person doing the deed but he did see the back of whoever it was and he felt relatively safe assuming it was a guy. He had an undercut, was probably a little shorter than Wonsik but that might’ve also been the distance. He was wearing a slightly oversized shirt, jeans and sneakers. It wasn’t anything too extraordinary in any way but Wonsik felt a sense of pride that he had been able to at least see this secret admirer and have something of a clue as to who they could be, it was still quite a bit question but just a little less.

So Wonsik continued to think, the clue was a small one but it was something nonetheless. He felt safe to assume it had to be someone in the company, part of the company or just related to it in a way that they were there on a daily basis. It wouldn’t be some random visitor, that was impossible so it had to be someone who worked at the company, otherwise the access to his studio made absolutely no sense and how regular they had become didn’t make much sense either. He asked around a bit but still it seemed as though no one had a single idea as to who it could be which made Wonsik both amused and annoyed, whoever it was must have a very solid act, he must’ve either told no one or just kept it a secret that no one would betray. It was amusing, the search as it was something very different but at the same time it was annoying, all Wonsik wanted to do was show appreciation to whoever kept bringing him food and adorable notes but the person seemed very set on hiding themselves.

Finding someone with an undercut wasn’t necessarily an impossible task considering the situation, say he had half of the company to look at it really wasn’t anything impossible for him to do but at the same time it felt like a very strange thing to do, it was a weird thing to do and there was a better way to approach it, Wonsik knew that and he was going to try that before just constantly looking at people their haircuts.

-8-

It took a month, a total month before Wonsik advanced in any kind of way but it was also the last key he needed before he was able to confront the person about it. The entire month he still got gifts through food, snacks and drinks. All of it must’ve been worth quite a lot as Wonsik started to mentally add up a few things when it came to the all the costs of the food and it definitely started to add up which made Wonsik feel even more guilty and feel even more like he had to at least thank the person for all the food.

The notes had become something entirely on their own, he had decided to keep them in a box instead of sprawled across a drawer and he opened the box at least once a day, validating the break that he was taking because his brain sometimes didn’t want to accept it as something that was necessary for him, when someone else told it, it just seemed more important to him and he was far more likely to follow it, no matter how strange it sounded. They had become a daily part of Wonsik’s life and something that he really enjoyed if he was honest, the reminders were very nice regardless of the situation.

Wonsik had gone on a small break, he was just going to take a small walk outside and enjoy some sunlight along with stretching his legs, there was nothing bad about it and Wonsik did genuinely need more Vitamin D if he was being honest. He had passed a hallway, just on his way to head out and that was when he heard something.

“I can’t believe you’re still doing this.” Wonsik had stopped, just out of sheer curiosity, there was no hurry to go on outside.

“It’s just nice, I guess.”

“I also can’t believe you’re still not broke Y/N.” There was a laugh, it was a deep genuine laugh and Wonsik felt something tingle.

“Food is literally all I spend my money on, I know how to get the best deals.”

Y/N. A name was all he needed, literally. A single name and a bit of an ask around and Wonsik was set. He left the company feeling quite excited, he went and took a walk though it didn’t last as long as he had initially thought, he felt quite anxious to go and get back to the company.

When he got back Wonsik asked the first person he saw, which was a visitor who gave him a dazzled look and so he moved on to the next person with a bit more thought before asking them. Wonsik recognized them as part of staff, someone who worked with audio if he remembered correctly and that person did know them. Y/N was a trainee and producer. It surprised Wonsik but at the same time he knew most of the staff quite well so it had to be someone new in one way or another. Through some gossip and asking around out of curiosity Wonsik discovered that Y/N had originally auditioned as a producer but the company had wanted to push him more in the idol direction as it fit him quite well. In a way Wonsik agreed, he had seen photos and objectively and subjectively speaking, Y/N was handsome and seemed to have a personality that would work well with the hectic schedule of idols.

Now that he knew who it was, it still took Wonsik some time to track Y/N down. Originally he had discovered who exactly he was before the clock had turned twelve yet by now it was closer to eight. He found Y/N in one of the practice rooms, there was an echo of music, a song which Wonsik didn’t recognize and he heard sneakers squeak underneath the wooden floors.

At first Y/N didn’t notice Wonsik as he watched for a few seconds. The song was extremely catchy even if it was only an instrumental and Wonsik was a little surprised as Y/N danced. It was in a way that held the same fluidity as modern dance yet also felt more rigid because of the popping, it was that mix that was very interesting to see.

“Wonsik-sunbaenim, I uh I didn’t see you there.” Y/N said, clearly surprised and in a way, a little awkward.

“You looked really good,” Wonsik said, it was the first thing that came into his head and so he just said it. In a way Wonsik really hadn’t expected to meet him this soon which made it a bit hard, he didn’t really know what to say because he hadn’t planned it. “Just hyung is fine.”

“Thanks hyung,” Y/N said, smiling. “Dancing’s still pretty new to me but I’m trying my hardest.”

“You’re not to bad, you’re pretty good from what I’ve just seen.”

“Anyway, what are you doing here? I don’t want to be rude but it’s pretty late.”

Wonsik smiled, he noticed that Y/N was getting a bit more nervous though he was extremely goof at keeping his cool if Wonsik was honest, he didn’t really slip up and all of it were in small gestures like quickly looking away, things he was only able to catch out of pure coincidence.

“You’re the one who left me food and notes, right?” Y/N blushed just slightly.

“I might have been, yeah.”

“I really wanted to thank you, I mean, I’ve actually been taking more breaks, it genuinely helped not to mention the food was amazing.”

Y/N blushed even more and even harder, Wonsik enjoyed every second of it if he was being honest.

“Well, that’s good. That was the whole purpose after all.”

“Hmm, right so thank you for that but also, I know a great ramen restaurant just a block away and I think there’s enough time left for that today, right?” Wonsik said, there was a small grin on his face though he did feel a little anxious if he was being honest. Y/N seemed very surprised but with no hesitation immediately said. “Of course.”

“Let’s go then.”

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gemini-writes-kpop · 6 years

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Contains slight angst and fluff.

656 words.

You thought Wonsik had been avoiding you since that night. You felt like you went from being best friends to being strangers; it was a cold and unwanted feeling in your gut. You both thought that you wanted to be together as more than friends and had taken the next step into a romantic relationship, but realized you weren’t meant for each other in that way. You decided to stay friendly and jokingly use the sex as a learning experience for what not to do with your best friend. But then his calls grew few and far between; he didn’t schedule things with you as much. You accepted that your friendship must not have been strong enough to endure that mistake and tried to move on. When speaking about him, you didn’t call him your best friend anymore, only an acquaintance. You wondered if he did the same about you.

Wonsik couldn’t help that he had feelings for you after being so intimate with you. He didn’t agree that you were only meant to be friends but he couldn’t admit that to you. It seemed that the whole ordeal had made you uncomfortable since you weren’t attempting to talk to him anymore. He thought he would distance himself for a while, to see if his feelings for you diminished. But they didn’t. During that time, you didn’t make moves to stay friends, so he didn’t either. He didn’t know it was hurting you as much as it hurt him. Pushing you to the back of his mind, he found someone new, someone to distract him. He knew it wasn’t real; it wasn’t the same attraction he found with you. He yearned for that again. You also found someone else to fill his role of best friend only to discover you missed him. You missed your inside jokes, feeling connected with just a look, someone that knew you inside and out.

You only went a month without him. You couldn’t last any longer. In your time apart, you realized you did want him romantically and hoped he would still take you back. You didn’t want him to think poorly of you for changing your mind, but your heart ached. You couldn’t stop thinking about him: the way he laughed, the way he smelled that night, the way your bodies fit together. After debating with yourself about contacting him, you did, sending out a text and immediately throwing your phone across the room in a panic before you could see what he replied. You were lucky it landed on something soft, or you would have gone crazy never knowing what his response would have been. It chimed quietly; you wasted no time checking the screen. Tears filled your eyes as you read his words: he was on his way to see you, to touch you, to have you in his life again.

Wonsik had never moved so fast in his life before as he raced to you. He knew you had to be friends again and he would do that, but all he could think about was having your lips on his first. He knocked on your door, anxious now that he was actually there. You slowly opened it, your heart beating through your chest when you saw his perfect face in front of you again. Before thinking, you grabbed him and pulled him to you, burying your face in his chest. He returned the embrace without hesitation, inhaling your scent that he had forgotten. You told him you were sorry it took you so long to realize you needed him. He cleared his throat, fighting back tears as he stopped you, feeling like it was his fault in the first place. You didn’t want to go back and forth playing the blame game; you silenced him with a kiss, the signal that all was forgiven. You knew where you stood now, and you weren’t going anywhere again.

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hakyummy · 7 years

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Paris (Wonsik smut / fluff)

Genre: smut / fluff

Length: 3.6k

Pairing: Kim Wonsik (Ravi) + reader (female)

Summary: Wonsik gets time off work and takes his wife to Paris for their second anniversary to make even better memories than the year before

How the hell did it take me so long to write this??? I’m sorry to all Wonsik stans that his was the last to be posted <3

sidenote: I fucking love Kim Wonsik ok that’s all I hope you enjoy :)

The chilly night breeze brushed across your naked arms as Wonsik led you towards your hidden location. He’d managed to use his charm to persuade Jellyfish to allow vixx a 4 day rest. He’d planned this to overlap your anniversary so you could spend it together rather than Wonsik being in the studio all night. He’d surprised you with a 3 day trip in the city of Paris. It was your last night here, which also happened to be your anniversary. You and Wonsik had toured the beautiful city for the past 2 days, visiting various monuments and museums to appreciate the French culture and explore parts of the world you’d never seen before. Your days were very crowded and busy; by the time you and Wonsik arrived back at the hotel in the evenings, you’d both been too tired to initiate any type of physical interaction aside from cuddling up after you’d flopped onto the bed in exhaustion. It was your last night in Paris and you hoped Wonsik would make your final night abroad go off with a bang.

You were blindfolded, trusting Wonsik with your body as he approached the ‘surprise’ he’d planned out for your anniversary night. You’d travelled up a long elevator journey and despite racking your brains, you couldn’t work out where Wonsik would have taken you. You questioned it being one of the fancy restaurants in the hotel you were staying in, but after hearing no sounds of cutlery scrapping across plates or the delicious smell of French cuisine, you had come to the conclusion that it must be something different.

“Nearly there sweetheart,” Wonsik assured you as he rubbed his thumb over your hand, carefully guiding you forwards.

He stopped several moments later, letting go of your hand and counting down from 3. You assumed this was your cue to remove the blindfold yourself and as he reached 0 you pulled the fabric that covered your eyes.

As your eyes focused you were greeted with the dazzling lights of the city of Paris littering the ground that appeared millions of miles away from you. You gasped in delight as your eyes scanned over the glorious view. The landscape and all the lights shone so brightly and it almost blinded you. The silk ribbon that was the Siene river travelled throughout the centre of Paris, outlining the various buildings and artefacts decorating the city. The cars on the ground far from where you stood were busy, all rushing around to get somewhere. Down there everything was fast paced and rushed, but here, with Wonsik, time stopped and it was just the two of you. You were at the top of the Eiffel tower.

You turned towards Wonsik and noted that he’d dressed up for this occasion, suited in a black tuxedo accompanied with a bow tie. You felt slightly under dressed as you glanced down at your skirt and tank top, but Wonsik didn’t seem bothered. He smiled at you brightly, admiring the twinkling look in your eyes that reflected off the busy city around you. He basked in the never ending beauty that constantly radiated off of you, the brightness of your aura giving him light. You were his rock, and he was so so grateful for just your existence alone. His chest felt tight when he realised just how much he felt for you and before long he had wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you close to his chest, holding you as his hands silently stroked through your hair.

You stayed like that for several moments, just basking in the presence of one another. Being at the very top of the tower with Wonsik made you feel as if there was no one else in the world, only the two of you here together. You were at the very top level and you felt as if you were in the clouds. You don’t know how long Wonsik was holding you in his embrace, but when you looked up from his chest he still held his glowing smile as he gazed lovingly down at you. His eyes crinkled up from the impact of his smile and it melted your heart. You honestly, truly loved Wonsik with all your heart. All your thoughts were stolen from you as Wonsik planted a chaste but loving kiss on your lips without warning.

You were breathless when you parted from him, the kiss rendering you unable to take in any oxygen. Without uttering a word, Wonsik took your hands in his as he began to lead you away from the barrier. You noticed a group of men that you hadn’t acknowledged before holding a variety of string instruments; violins and cellos decorating their arms. You gasped out in delight, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t believe Wonsik would do something like this for you.

As you looked around the platform you saw no one else besides you, Wonsik and the 5 men carrying classical instruments. Realising he’d must probably hired out this floor just for you, your heart pounded, over whelmed by the over flowing emotion you carried for Wonsik.

“Shall we dance?” Wonsik suggested with a playful raise of his eyebrows. You playfully smirked back before placing your other hand in his. The musical instruments began to play as you and Wonsik waltzed across the floor. The Paris lights blurred all around you and all that you could see was Wonsik as he lead your way.

You continued moving in time with the music as you glided across the floor. Wind pushed your hair around, dancing along with you until you finally came to a stop in the centre of the platform. You were unsure on how long you and Wonsik were dancing for, questioning whether it had been just several minutes or a full hour. Wonsik thanked the musicians in simple French terms before approaching you and taking your hand in his again.

He quietly lead you down several stairs to a closed off section, pulling on your hand like an eager young child. It was still the top floor of the tower, but with a roof sheltering you away from the cool breeze of the evening. The room was completely empty aside from a table in the centre of the room, a candle and flowers decorating the middle of the surface, various plates and cutlery laid out around it for a fancy dinner. The whole room had been closed off and reserved for you and Wonsik only.The smell of your favourite meal reached your nose and you gasped, Wonsik had remembered just how you liked to eat it. When Wonsik lead you over to the table you could see the steam coming off the food which made you realise that Wonsik scheduled for it to be prepared it while the two of you were dancing. You heart welled up in this show of affection.

You gasped, you honestly though your gift was just being on top of the Eiffel tower with your beautiful husband. He always knew this was one of your dreams and he’d done everything in his power to make your dream a reality. It was so thoughtful of him to plan this all out. It just served to make this fantasy that much better.

Wonsik pulled out your chair like the gentlemen he was and you smiled at him, too shocked to speak. He took his seat across from you, admiring the delight on your face. He inwardly praised himself for making you so happy with this anniversary surprise. Wonsik gestured for you to start eating your food and you gladly did so, tucking into the delicious meal with gusto.

You finished up your meal after a while, reaching a comfortable silence as Wonsik just assessed you in the chair. He watched you with his puppy-dog eyes, but quickly averted them when you met his brown irises with your own. He bit his lip as his eyes studied the floor for a couple seconds and your heart raced thinking about how flustered he still got being around you. Little did you know that the real reason he was flustered was because he’d noticed just how prominent your cleavage was in that floral tank top of yours and thought you’d caught him staring.

“I don’t know about you but I’m really looking forward to dessert.”

You choked on the red wine you were sipping and struggled to keep it in. After composing yourself you widened your eyes at Wonsik. He looked down and scratched the back of his head, he didn’t know you’d end up taking it in that way.

His words flamed the desire you’d been thinking of prior and you couldn’t ignore the fire that was awakened in the pit of your tummy.

Awkwardly coughing, you decided to ignore the statement and tried to casually proceed with a different conversation. “So… how is work going?” You internally cringed after realising just how awkward the question was and how bad it was at diverting your mind from your thoughts prior.

Luckily, Wonsik decided to play along instead of calling you out on trying (and failing) to break the tension between the two of you; spinning up a random story about the members that had no relevance to the question. You were glad he decided not to comment on the sensual waves coming off your body and humoured you by changing the subject, but you couldn’t even focus on his tale as you watched his lips part and close again. His lips were just fascinating to you; the way they moved; the words he spoke; the way they felt on your body.

You were unavoidably turned on yet again, licking your lips as you stared at his. You just yearned to feel them on you again, it had been too long. All the words he spoke dissolved in the air as you imagined them on your body instead, the way his lips would graze across your nipples in a teasing manner. You shivered in your seat, trying to subtly cross your legs without Wonsik noticing your shift in mood. Of course, you forgot that the two of you had been married for 2 years and he could read you like a book.

Wonsik studied your change in body language as he inwardly smirked to himself. You were obviously still effected by the ‘dessert’ statement he’d made, but tried to cover it up with a delirious enquiry. He played along with your ridiculous ‘distraction’ so that you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Wonsik could clearly see you weren’t listening to a word he was saying as he saw your longing gaze on his lips. He licked them fervently for good measure, anxious to excite you.

Catching you off guard, Wonsik suddenly leaned towards you and slotted your lips together. The union was abrupt but not unwelcome as you tilted your head to get better access. Sooner than you would have liked, Wonsik pulled back from the kiss, admiring your puffy lips and look of yearning in your eyes.

It didn’t take long for Wonsik’s lips to meet yours across the table again. This time, however, it wasn’t a short and gentle embrace like before, it held much more passion, but at the same time a whole load of lust overpowered your body. You could feel the sparks flying between your two bodies and you knew you needed him; you needed him right now. Your body was craving Wonsik so badly; he was like a necessity to your life and you couldn’t deprive your body of it’s basic needs.

Several moments later and he’d pressed your body against the cleared part of the table, desperately holding your hips as he rubbed his hips in a teasingly slow pace against your core, trying to drag out your pleasure as long as possible. Even though it was a crude gesture, Wonsik managed to make it sensual and not sleazy, that was a talent he had. Seemingly making everything seem soft and romantic, no matter the situation.

Your hands scrabbled to remove your shirt and Wonsik silently agreed, nimble fingers joining yours as you attempted to shrug your tank top off over your head. His fingers traced across your collarbone and neck as he admired the skin you had put on show for him.

You kept eye contact as you arched your back up, giving Wonsik complete access to removing your bra. The chilly night sky made your nipples perk up, along with the arousal you were feeling from Wonsik’s ministration. But you weren’t cold. Wonsik making your body feel like as if it were burning all over from head-to-toe, every nerve set alight by just his touch alone. Every part of your body burned and he had only just removed your bra.

Wonsik dipped his head down to place gentle kisses on your skin, working up from your tummy. He lathered his tongue across your breast before taking your hardening nub into his mouth. He moaned in appreciation of your body. Wonsik always made sure to let you know that he loved your body, no matter what he was doing. His tongue ran over and around your sensitive skin pulling quiet moans from your throat. You whimpered when he raised his eyes to make eye contact with you, mouth moving off your body with a pop.

He stood straight between your legs as his hands skimmed across your skin from your hips up to your shoulders and down again, admiring your body. Your skin flushed from the heat of the moment and you squirmed upwards, eager to continue.

You were wrecked but untouched where you laid so Wonsik decided to add fuel to the fire by unbuttoning his shirt. One-by-one, his nimble fingers continued to unclasp each of the buttons until he reached the end of his shirt, shrugging the material off his shoulders. He gave you several moments to admire his lean but muscular frame, standing proudly before you. You sat up and placed your left hand on his shoulder, the other resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.

Your fingers delicately trailed down his sculpted chest, brushing over his nipples lightly in a teasing matter. He let out a deep sigh and you proceeded your journey, delicately trailing over the lines of his 6 pack. His skin was soft underneath the pads of your fingers, light traces of hair leading downwards towards his private area…

Your mouth watered internally thinking about his dick inside you, but you decided to push the feeling aside, not wanting to be too hasty with the act itself. He was so perfect inside and out and you wanted him to know how he made you feel. However you couldn’t contain your feelings and without being able to stop yourself, you cupped your hand over the bulge in his dress pants. He let out a husky groan at the feeling of you squeezing him lightly.

When you didn’t proceed to undress him any further, Wonsik decided to take matters into his own hands, latching his mouth onto your collarbone as his hands snaked around behind you to unzip your skirt. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you raised your hips to help him slip the material down and off your legs. You were still wearing your heels as when he looked up from where he was positioned on the floor, he let out a moan at the sight of you: hair tousled, breasts on full display, throbbing heat pulsing against your thin material of panties, wetness soaking them and the heels on your feet only served to make his real-life fantasy even more incredible. Wearing heels never failed to help you emphasise the key features of your body: legs, the arch of your back and Wonsik’s personal favourite, your ass.

Wonsik cupped his hands around said ass and helped you to wrap your legs around his waist. He continued his previous movement by grinding onto your panties through his trousers to relief himself from this torture you were cursing him with.

Becoming inpatient, Wonsik was quick to discard his trousers off and onto the floor, stepping out of them and his shoes. He parted your legs again, stepping in between them. His hands slid up and down your sides, attempting to sooth you and slow down the sinful act you were performing.

Your sex throbbed at the sight of Wonsik towering over you and the firm grip he held on your waist. His hungry gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts before trailing up and locking with your eyes. The mood changed for a second as Wonsik broke into a gentle grin and brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. You blushed at the affectionate touch he gave you. Your lips locked in a hungry but passionate kiss as his tongue explored your mouth. Several moments through your make-out session, Wonsik continued to grind his clothed bulge into your seeping core, making you moan from the sensitivity of being wet for so long.

It was you who snapped first, abruptly pulling back from the kiss so you could hook your fingers into the waistband of Wonsik’s underwear before tugging them down his long legs. He did the same to you until you were both bare besides the heels that covered your feet.

The heat radiating of your sexes made tingles go through your skin and as soon as they made contact you both let out a moan. Wonsik circled his member around your clit before sliding it down the slick skin till it met with your entrance.

You keened when Wonsik inserted his length inside of you, your body arching desperately towards his. He groaned when he was fully sheathed inside your body, his grip around your waist tightening slightly more. After he’d steadied his laboured breathing he froze and leaned forward to lock your lips together. Saliva was exchanged between the two of your mouths as Wonsik waited for you to adjust to his member. When you began to rock your hips forward, he took this as a green light to continue,

His hands were still steady on your waist, holding you still while he slowly pulled his length from you before entering excruciatingly slow again afterwards. After several more of these actions you leaned back against the table and began whining for Wonsik to pick up the pace, not having the patience to wait any longer.

He decided to give you some slight relief, dancing his fingers up your torso until he reached your nipples. You bucked up towards him from the sensitivity your body tingled with and he smirked at the obvious effect he had on your body.

His hips began to snap into your slightly faster and the slick sound of your sweaty bodies colliding filled the room. Your face heated up, the possibility of staff members being around the area making you attempt to hold back your moans. This however was proven impossible when Wonsik hit that spot inside you that made you see stars and you now didn’t care about who would hear you.

You felt as if you were in an eternal abyss of euphoria and was completely oblivious to anything around you. Your body arched up to Wonsik and he had to add pressure to your hips to keep your body still for him. Your moans were increasing in length and intensity and he silenced them by joining your lips in a firey kiss.

Feeling Wonsik against your lips brought you back to earth slightly. That was until his lithe fingers trailed down and started to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You gasped, trying to get the air back into your lungs but Wonsik was stealing all the oxygen from you. You were dizzy, light-headed, but you wouldn’t change this feeling for the world. His touch was burning all over your skin, but you loved it. It was too much but never enough for you to handle and you didn’t know what was going on right now; all you knew was you and Wonsik were together and that was all that mattered.

Wonsik was driving you closer and closer to the end and you were happy to accept the journey. The two of you travelled towards the edge of the cliff with no worry of stopping, excited to topple over. As you were approaching your peak Wonsik didn’t let up his thrusts, only increasing them to bring you into a higher state of euphoria. It was like you couldn’t feel anything but at the same time your body was feeling absolutely everything; every touch of the pads of his fingertips, every outline his tongue lathered over, every breath that was airing over your skin. Every molecule of your body needed this moment with him and just as he hit your g spot one last time, you reached your peak.

The luminescent lights that shone through the window just blurred into one illuminating glow. You were unable to concentrate on anything else besides your husband above you. He reached his peak several moments after you, his face contouring in pleasure making you clench your insides around him. He grunted before fully spilling himself inside of you and sealing your love with a simple kiss.

“I don’t know how you’re going to top this for next years anniversary, but I’m looking forward to it,” you let out a laugh after you’d caught your breath.

Wonsik groaned before rolling over and wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck. Maybe next year he’d take you to New York.

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Chocolate Chip Cookies | LTY ~ Wonsik

genre: fluff

summary: wonsik finding a love of baking

age: Wonsik = 4 / Nari = 8 / Siwoo = 9

warnings: none

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“Mummy! Mummy!” Wonsik whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“When are Nari and Siwoo going to be back?” he asked, his big, pouting eyes looking up at you.

“Baby, it’s only been a few minutes! They won’t be back from the party for a long time,” you said, “why? Are you bored?”

Wonsik nodded as you lifted him onto the sofa.

“Good thing Daddy’s prepared!” Taeyong announced, “Wonnie, do you wanna bake?”

“Bake?” Wonsik repeated.

Taeyong nodded, “we can make cookies!”

Wonsik giggled, “I want cookies!”

“We have to actually make them first,” you laughed, following your two boys into the kitchen.

“Okay! I already bought all the ingredients so you just have to roll your sleeves up,” Taeyong said, crouching down to Wonsik’s level, helping him to roll up his sleeves, “and wash your hands.”

With an excited giggle, your son climbed on his step, swiping his hands under the water and rubbing the soap in.

“Done!” Wonsik announced, turning back around.

“I’ve found a recipe,” you said, putting it on the side.

“Wonsik come over here,” Taeyong muttered, pulling Wonsik’s step (with Wonsik still on it) over to the work bench.

“What’s first?!” Wonsik exclaimed, looking at you excitedly.

“Okay! First is dry ingredients: flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt,” you listed, Taeyong getting them out the cupboard as you spoke.

“Is Wonsik gonna stir them together?” Taeyong asked, beginning to weigh out all the ingredients and pour them into a bowl.

Wonsik cheered, “of course! I’m really good!”

You giggled, kissing your son’s head, “yes you are.”

“Mummy, next!” Wonsik instructed as he began to mix the dry ingredients with his wooden spoon.

“And now, wet ingredients,” you said, “let’s stir in the eggs and melted butter and vanilla extract.”

“Wonnie,” Taeyong spoke, getting the boy’s attention, “Daddy will crack the eggs and you’ll stir them in, okay?”

Wonsik nodded, Taeyong smiling as he cracked two eggs into the bowl, watching nervously as Wonsik began to stir. Surprisingly, keeping most of the ingredients inside the bowl.

“You’re super good, Wonsik!” you exclaimed, putting the butter in the microwave.

Wonsik giggled, “butter!”

“Ooh, do we need the butter now?” you asked, turning around to get it, “you’re really good at this, seriously, Wonsik-ah.”

Wonsik smiled, “I love baking!”

“You’ve only just tried it today,” Taeyong chuckled, taking his son’s hair out his face.

“And I love it!” Wonsik exclaimed, “it’s my favourite thing in the whole world!”

“And, we get yummy things to eat afterwards!” you whispered in his ear, making him giggle as you poured and stirred in the melted butter and the vanilla extract.

Taeyong smiled, coming round and backhugging you, both of you watching Wonsik with pride as he stirred the mixture in wonder.

“Let’s eat!” Wonsik finally announced.

You laughed, “we have to bake them first, baby.”

“Oh,” Wonsik pouted.

“And don’t you want chocolate chips in them?” Taeyong offered.

Wonsik’s eyes lit up, “yes! Yes!”

“Okay, let’s stir those in then,” Taeyong nodded, pouring as many chocolate chips as he could in the bowl, Wonsik stirring them in to the mixture.

You smiled, watching as Taeyong helped him as the mixture became heavy, before getting out a tray.

“Wonnie gonna help?” Taeyong asked, Wonsik nodding and scooping out balls of mixture, Taeyong putting it on the tray, “well done!”

Beginning to clean up the other bowls and utensils, Taeyong put the cookies in the oven and sent Wonsik on his way, back to the playroom.

“Good thinking,” you commented.

Taeyong laughed, “he loved it! I didn’t even think he’d try.”

You smiled, “I’m so glad your at home now.”

“Hmm, me too,” Taeyong hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your lips gently.

“Daddy! Are they done yet?!” Wonsik shouted.

You and Taeyong laughed, Taeyong resting his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes, “not yet, bud!”

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