#wonu fluff

[hongcherry]

you're my tomorrow | j.ww

At first, you didn't think anything of it. Jeon Wonwoo was just a customer. However, his daily visits to your bookstore café started to become the highlight of your days. The little conversations here and there made you happy. It's because of him that you always look forward to tomorrow.

☕️ Pairing: customer!Wonwoo x cafeOwner!Reader

☕️ Rating/Genres/AUs: PG; Fluff with a sprinkle of angst, slice of life; Strangers to lovers, cafe au, non!idol au

☕️ Warnings: Reader is smaller than Wonu, ultra soft boi and supportive wonu *swoons*... can't think of anything else but ofc lmk otherwise

☕️ Word Count: 5k

☕️ Author's Note: Thank you to @justsomekpopstuff for giving me this plot idea! I def got carried away and wrote way more than I thought I would lol. I hope you enjoy it! Everyone thank JJ for the storyline ✨ Also, thank you Jess (@the-boy-meets-evil) for beta'ing and giving me amazing suggestions for some edits! 💗

Happy holidays to all (if you celebrate)! Stay safe and have a nice time 💖

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Monday

When the door chimes a little after eight at night, you know it’s him.

He strolls in, usual glasses perched on his nose and jacket layered with a few specks of snow. His hair isn’t styled, soft waves adorning his head. He looks like the average person who’s winding down from a long day at work. From the two and a half months you’ve known him, this is his usual state on Monday nights.

Wonwoo entered your cozy bookstore café nearly three months ago. His order rarely varies, and sometimes he orders a drink he could get anywhere else. Yet, for some reason, he always comes here.

And throughout those months, you’ve realized you always look forward to his presence.

“Busy evening?” he asks while stepping up to the counter.

You’re in the middle of packing a pastry for another customer and quickly hand off the bag to your coworker.

“More so than usual; it’s finals week,” you reply with a small smile.

Wonwoo glances around, nodding as he takes in the sight of many tables occupied by people with textbooks, laptops, and notes scattered around them.

“I don’t miss those days,” he chuckles.

“I don’t either,” you agree. “So, what can I get you today?”

Wonwoo peers up at the menu behind you. You wonder why he does so since he usually rotates between three drinks.

“A hot chocolate,” he replies.

“Oh?” You can’t hide your surprise.

He grins, tilting his head slightly. “Should I have ordered something else?”

“No!” you hastily say. “You can order whatever you want.”

He pulls out a bill that exceeds the cost of the order and slides it to your side of the counter.

“Just thought I’d try something new for the holidays,” he explains, then leaves to find a seat.

“Wait!” you call out, bill in your hand. “You paid too much!”

If Wonwoo can hear you, he pretends he doesn’t. He continues his journey and ends up in the corner next to a window by the bookshelves. He retrieves a book from his bag, opening it where his bookmark rests.

Your hand falls to the counter with a heavy sigh. You guess you’ll give him his change when you give him his order. Normally, you’d call customer’s names or numbers for pick-up. But Wonwoo is different.

Wonwoo’s one of the rare customers who gets his order hand-delivered.

After completing the transaction in the system and making his drink, you grab his change from the register and walk to his table.

“One hot chocolate,” you announce and set the cup down along with his change.

“I’ll take the drink,” he says and brings it closer, blatantly ignoring the cash next to it.

“Wonwoo,” you say.

“Yn,” he answers, eyes flickering up.

There’s a small smirk on his lips that makes your insides churn.

“You overpaid,” you simply state.

“So?”

You move his money closer. “So, take it back.”

Wonwoo slides the money back to you. “Consider it a tip.”

“You know we don’t take tips here,” you say, moving it again.

“You should. You all work hard.”

“People are already struggling as is. If they can find solace in a little place like this, that’s all that matters.”

Wonwoo rests his hands on top of yours, which is still on the money, and slides it back to you.

“Then consider it a holiday present. From me to you,” he smiles.

His hand feels warm on yours. Your eyes move down, but you wish you hadn’t.

His large hand nearly covers yours, making you feel small yet protected. You can tell from his build that he’s strong and fit. You wonder what it’d be like to get a hug from him.

“I—” you struggle to speak.

“It’d make me happy.”

You sigh, nodding hesitantly.

He slowly removes his hand. “Thank you.”

“N-No problem,” you say, gathering the change and pocketing it. “Enjoy your book and drink.”

“Thanks,” Wonwoo replies and picks up his book. He holds it up with one hand and uses the other to sip his hot chocolate.

You make your way back to the front, trying to ignore the lingering warmth on your hand and the feeling in your chest.

Tuesday

Wonwoo shows up at the same time but orders one of his usual drinks. It's a different book than yesterday and judging by the similar cover, it's probably the next one in the series.

Ever since Wonwoo “gifted” you money, you’ve been trying to think of something to get him. It’s a little tough considering you don’t actually know him. You know he works a duty-heavy job and that he lives nearby. You know he has a lot of friends despite him being so quiet. Although you’ve never seen Wonwoo and his friends in the same room, they often come with him to the café in duos or trios.

You also learned he’s an avid cat and gaming lover.

You were surprised about the latter.

“Is he also a student?” one of your new coworkers, Sebastian, asks thirty minutes after Wonwoo’s arrival.

You wipe off the cup in your hand and set it on the counter, calling the number associated with it.

“No, he graduated already,” you reply and watch him practice making a drink.

“You seem to know him. Are you two friends?” he wonders.

You lean against the counter. “I don’t think so. He’s just a regular here, so I’ve learned a few things here and there.”

“Ah,” he replies and hands you the finished drink.

You take the drink and start taking a sip to see how well he did.

“You should ask him out.”

You choke on the drink, eyes wide as you reach for a napkin to wipe your chin.

“T-That wouldn’t be appropriate,” you stammer.

He laughs and takes the drink from you. “He���s not working here, and it’s not like you’re paying for him to come by. I don’t see how it’s inappropriate.”

You sigh, knowing he has a point. It’s not that you’re not attracted to Wonwoo, but it feels almost out of line. Plus, you’re not sure if you like Wonwoo, or just like the thought of him. You haven’t been in a relationship in years and would be lying to say you don’t miss having a partner.

You miss being able to share life memories with someone.

Wonwoo’s handsome. He’s kind, funny, caring, and fit—not that that’s a big deciding factor, but it sure is a bonus. Though, do you just want someone with those attributes, or do you want him?

“Just think about it,” Sebastian suggests and greets a new customer.

Your eyes drop to your feet in thought.

Part of you worries you’d make it awkward if he says no. It’s not like you are friends, so you won’t be ruining a friendship, but you enjoy seeing his face every day. His simple presence is one of the highlights of your days.

Plus, you don’t even know if he has a partner already!

You groan, putting a hand over your forehead as you try to organize your thoughts.

“Bad night?” a familiar voice asks from over the counter.

You drop your hand to see who it is.

Wonwoo stands with his empty cup and saucer, book tucked under his arm.

“Ah, uh, not really,” you reply sheepishly. You can’t disclose the true reason for your state; you’ve never been the best liar either.

“Well, I hope whatever is troubling you passes soon,” he says and holds out his dirty dishes.

“You could’ve left them on the table,” you say, grabbing them from his grasp. Your fingers touch his, and it’s difficult not to feel like a silly teenager in the movies, especially with your current predicament.

“I know,” he smiles, “but I wanted to tell you bye, and you seem busy.”

You set the items in the sink before addressing him again. “Still… But thank you anyway.”

“The drink was great, as always.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he says, slowly stepping away from the counter.

You smile, nodding. “See you.”

His eyes linger on you before he turns and exits your café.

Wednesday

Wonwoo comes and goes as usual. It’s a busy night and you’re unable to speak to him much. It’s not the first time that has happened, so he doesn’t seem bothered by the lack of interaction. Regardless, you wish you could’ve spoken to him more.

That night was spent browsing the internet for the perfect gift for Wonwoo.

From gaming headsets to the top-rated books on Goodreads, you felt like you scoured every possible present for him. But none of them satisfied you.

It wasn’t until you came across bookmarks in your recommended section that you decided what to get him.

Maybe a bookmark was too boring, but you figured it was the safer option.

You spend over an hour searching for the right bookmark, but again, you come up short. They’re either too flowery, too plain, or too cliché.

In the end, you opt for making your own.

You find some DIY bookmark kits online and place an order. Trying not to second guess your decision, you call it a night—going to sleep as you brainstorm what to put on the item.

Thursday

“Do people actually read these books?” Wonwoo asks during your break, which you decided to spend with him.

Your gaze follows his to the wall lined with several bookshelves.

You chuckle, “Sometimes.”

“You said you got these books donated?” he asks, recalling an earlier conversation you had when he was a newcomer.

“Most of them,” you hum.

“Does your offer still stand?” he asks.

You turn to him with puzzlement.

He smiles. “You said I could take a book if I left one.”

“Oh,” you laugh out of embarrassment for forgetting. “Of course.”

Wonwoo nods and then stands up. He takes two steps to his right, then carefully plucks a book from a high shelf. He replaces the empty space with his own book.

Something about the simple act has your heartwarming. Or maybe it’s the way he’s so gentle with the books as if they’ll cry if moved too aggressively. You wonder if he’d touch you as carefully, if given the chance. Would you find comfort in his caresses the way you think the books would if they were personified?

Wonwoo sits in his seat again, perching his glasses higher after they slide down.

“Have you read this?” he asks, twisting the book so the cover faces you.

You analyze it for a moment, but the title doesn’t ring a bell.

Shaking your head, “Unfortunately not. I haven’t had the chance to read in a long while.”

“I guess running a business is time-consuming,” he teases lightly.

“How do you find the time? Didn’t you say your work is hard, too?” you ask.

He leans back in his seat, book resting in his lap.

“I make time,” he simply says. “I found it’s important to make time for things I care about.”

He’s staring at you in a way that makes you think there’s more to his words than he lets on.

“T-That’s a good habit, I suppose,” you say.

“When was the last time you did something for yourself, and not the café?” he questions.

Your brows furrow in deep thought. You thought the answer would come easily, but it doesn’t.

“I—I can’t remember,” you answer with your gaze down, a little dejected at the self-reflection.

Wonwoo sits up and leans toward you. He lowers himself until he can snag eye contact.

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself,” he reassures. “I know what it’s like to bury myself in my work.”

“You probably think I’m pathetic, huh?” you laugh awkwardly.

Wonwoo shakes his head.

“It’s good to be dedicated to something. Your efforts are clearly visible,” he gestures to your crowded café. “But at the same time, it’s also good to not burn yourself out.”

You nod in agreement. “I’ll try to be better.”

“Not for me though. For you,” he says.

You offer him a kind smile that he returns. “For me.”

Friday

Wonwoo doesn’t come at his usual time.

You finally finished his gift last night and are eager to show it to him. You try to suppress your excitement, but it’s difficult to calm your mix of emotions.

As you made it, you realized it was the first time doing something non-work related. Usually, you’d be researching new recipes, doing finances, or simply sleeping. Last night, however, you were doing something personal.

Wonwoo’s words from yesterday ring loudly in your ears.

It felt good to take a break from work.

It felt good to feel like an actual person and not some workaholic machine.

Some say people come into your life for a reason. Maybe you’d still be stuck in your cycle, if not for him.

You wish he were here. 

Wonwoo’s usually a punctual man, so being this late sends uneasy nerves coursing through you. But, the idea of him not showing up at all is even more worrisome. 

Perhaps he’s working overtime and will be here soon. He’s never missed a day.

Yet, as minutes turn into hours, you begin losing hope.

Excitement transitions into worry. This isn’t his typical behavior. You don’t have a way to contact him either.

Is he hurt? Does he need help? Did you say something wrong yesterday? Did he finally decide he doesn’t like your café anymore?

Perhaps you’re too caught up with giving him your gift that you’re overreacting. It could simply be a late, late night at work for him.

He’ll be here.

Even if he just grabs his drink to go, which he’s done in the past, he’ll be here.

The bell chimes as your last coworker leaves for the night.

Wonwoo’s present sat abandoned in your locker throughout your shift. There’s an odd discomfort in your chest as you stare at it now. 

You’re not sure if it originates from being unable to gift it and see Wonwoo’s reaction, or if it’s because he never showed up.

Probably a combination of both, but more so the latter.

It’s uncanny to not see Wonwoo every day.

You had never thought about how you’d feel if you didn’t see him constantly. He was just always there. Always so reliable that you didn’t feel the need to consider what if.

What if he stopped showing up? What if you never saw him again? What if he no longer was a constant in your life?

You swallow the lump forming in your throat.

It’s a harsh reality to know he’s not required to visit. He can leave any time he wants. He can stop visiting your bookstore café at any moment.

There’s a strange thought about you not being good enough for him. Though, you’re not sure what that has anything to do with his absence.

Why would it matter if you weren’t good enough for him? He didn’t come to the café for you.

Did he?

If it was you he wanted, couldn’t he ask you out? Perhaps not as a romantic date, but as friends?

He never has, so he must not want to know you beyond the café. Meaning, he doesn’t come to it solely for you.

But, what changed for him not to show up tonight?

Unsettled with your thoughts, you decide to distract yourself with the final tasks you have to do before you leave.

However, the ride home is filled with more endless thoughts about Wonwoo.

Saturday

You come to work with less bounce in your step than usual.

The world outside seems dimmer. It feels as if the skies are going to be consumed with clouds and rain is going to fall. However, a storm was not in the weather’s forecast.

“Are you getting sick?” Sebastian asks.

You force a smile onto your face for the customer in front of you, handing them their order before looking at your coworker.

“No, why?” you wonder.

“You don’t seem well. Did you not sleep well last night?”

You wish you had, but you tossed and turned constantly. You didn’t think Wonwoo’s absence would affect you so much, but your mind kept wandering to every possibility for his no-show. In the end, you just gave yourself a headache.

“No,” you sigh, “but don’t worry about me.”

You try to smile again, but you’re sure Sebastian can see through it.

“Want me to close up tonight?” he offers.

“Don’t you have a big essay due tomorrow?” you question, remembering how stressed he sounded a few days ago.

“Yeah, but—”

“I’ll be fine,” you insist.

Huffing, he nods and grabs the cup from your hand. “Then go rest for a bit while I finish these orders.”

You purse your lips, contemplating arguing. In the end, you relent, moving to the backroom’s couch and plopping down.

You’ve been scrolling through your phone for ten minutes when you hear a familiar voice.

“Is Yn not here today?”

“Oh, she’s not feeling well, so she’s taking a break. Is there something wrong with our service?” Sebastian answers politely.

You shove your phone in your pocket and head to the door. There’s a small window that you peep out of.

You catch a glimpse of Wonwoo’s frown before he speaks again.

“No, everything’s fine. Will you tell her I hope she feels better?” he asks.

Sebastian nods slowly. Although you can’t see his face, you can see the cogs turn in his head.

“Oh! Ooh! You’re that guy.”

Wonwoo looks confused.

“I’m sorry?” Wonwoo replies.

“The guy that always comes in—”

Not trusting Sebastian to keep his matchmaking attempts at bay, you push through the door.

“Wonwoo,” you greet, trying not to seem too eager that he's here today even though you are.

Wonwoo’s eyes drift past Sebastian to see you. Instantly, his mouth begins to lift.

“Hey, you,” he says lightly, sweetly. “I heard you’re not feeling well.”

“Ah, I’m fine. Seb’s just overreacting.”

Sebastian narrows his eyes at you in a glare.

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he scolds.

“I’ve rested enough,” you shoo with a hand.

“Ten minutes isn’t long enou—”

“Seb, do you mind attending to the customers behind Wonwoo?” you interject.

Sebastian eyes you before grumbling under his breath—something about you being stubborn—then greets the next customer.

You move down the counter to an empty space.

“What can I get you?” you ask Wonwoo.

He shakes his head. “Actually, I just wanted to talk today, if that’s okay. I won’t be long.”

You want to say he can take as much time as he wants, but you hold back.

Concern creeps from the shadows around you.

Is he going to tell you he’s leaving forever? Does he not like your drinks anymore? Did he find somewhere better? Someone better?

“O-Oh, yeah, okay,” you mumble and maneuver around the counter.

You lead Wonwoo to his usual corner, next to the window and the bookshelves. It’s a little quieter here.

You both take a seat from across each other.

You fidget in your seat, nerves making you angsty.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” he asks.

“Just tired, nothing to be worried about,” you smile.

Something in your chest warms at knowing he cares about your well-being.

“Hm. Alright,” he replies a little skeptically.

“Is everything okay with you?” You try to change the subject. “You didn’t come in yesterday.”

Your voice trails off, not wanting to show how concerned you were about his absence. However, Wonwoo can sense it regardless.

He smiles, though the small lift at the corner of his mouth tells you he’s amused with your attempt to hide your worry.

“Did you miss me?” he wonders.

Your eyes widen a bit. “I—Well. I just noticed you didn’t come because you always come, you know?”

He nods with a subtle smirk still on his lips, yet it fades after a few seconds.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come,” he apologizes sincerely. “One of my friends was in the hospital.”

Your heart drops and guilt kicks in. It’s not that you didn’t consider the possibility, but you had been more focused on him not liking you or the café.

“Goodness, I’m sorry to hear that. Are they okay?” you ask, frowning.

“He had to get surgery, but he’s fine. Just a little grumpy and whiny,” he chuckles.

You feel better hearing his small laughter.

“That’s better than being in pain, I guess,” you reply.

“Yes,” he concurs. He waits for a beat then continues, “I wanted to ask you a question.”

You tilt your head. 

A question. That sounds better than some statement about not seeing you again.

“Okay,” you say.

“When we last spoke, it was about you not having enough time for stuff outside of work,” he begins.

You nod to show you’re following but don’t cut in.

“Well, there’s this small event tomorrow. It’s nothing fancy, just some walking around. I wanted to know if you’d like to go with me?”

Your heart races as he speaks. You’re stumped for words. It’s as if you’ve subconsciously been waiting for this, but now that the time has come, you’re too nervous to answer.

“You can decline,” Wonwoo assures.

Although you’re anxious about the idea of meeting outside of the café, you don’t want to miss the opportunity.

“N-No! I mean, no, I don’t want to decline. What time? Where?” you hurriedly say before he can take back his offer.

He grins and holds out a small piece of paper.

You take it, turning it over to see scribbled numbers. You guess it’s his phone number.

“I can pick you up after work. You close early tomorrow, right?” he asks.

You nod, trying to hide your smile at him remembering your café hours. Though, since he visits frequently, you guess it shouldn’t be that surprising.

“Dress warm, okay?” he adds.

“Okay.”

Wonwoo stands from his seat, and you follow.

“Get some more rest tonight, Yn,” he says softly.

“Y-Yeah. I will,” you reply.

Although you’re no longer fretting over reasons for his no-show yesterday, you’ll be worrying about tomorrow now. Still, you’ll try to sleep—maybe even drink some tea or warm milk. You’ll try for him.

Sunday

Wonwoo comes to the café a few minutes before you close. He’s dressed in a fluffy hoodie layered with a light brown trench coat. He looks so…soft and warm.

Before you depart, you make a drink for each of you. He tries to pay but you profusely veto his offer.

The ride to the event is quiet except for the random music being played from his stereo. You’re unsure how long the ride is, but you don’t care. Even if you’re not speaking, it’s nice being with him in a new environment. It’s nice to see a different side of Wonwoo. And part of you hopes he likes seeing a different side of you too.

The event is free, but since donations are strongly encouraged, you and Wonwoo slip a few bills into the plastic reindeer before stepping onto the lit-up walkway.

People of all ages are enjoying the event. The walkway is wide enough to accommodate a couple of people at a time, but it’s still crowded. It forces you and Wonwoo to bump shoulders several times, and each time, you both apologize.

You notice a few minutes into the walk that he seems tenser than usual. You’re not sure of the reason, and he doesn’t seem inclined to disclose the answer.

You try to distract him by pointing out different features—from big blown-up Santas to mechanical reindeer moving up and down. However, it doesn’t seem too effective.

Wonwoo’s steps eventually begin to slow. He never comes to a complete stop, but with his slow speed, a lot of people pass by. Eventually, there’s a gap in the crowd and his body relaxes.

He must not be a fan of crowds.

“Can we sit for a bit?” you ask, not really needing to rest but there are picnic tables with fake candles on them nearby that are less crowded.

“Sure,” he says.

You guide him to an empty table and sit across from each other.

“Thank you for taking me here,” you smile while glancing around. “It’s so pretty.”

The area is filled with multitudes of holiday decor. There are so many lights strung that you don’t need streetlamps to see. It’s rather magical to see it all. It’s a shame you can’t see this all year round. But then again, it might lose its effect if you see it constantly.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replies.

His eyes drop to your hands clasped on the table. There’s a slight shiver in them.

Suddenly, his hands are covering yours—warmth instantly shooting up your arms from his touch. He says nothing as he rubs his thumbs along your cool skin.

You want to say something; however, it doesn’t feel like you have to, so you just stare at him, a small smile on your face while you bask in the warmth he’s providing.

“How does it feel?” he questions after a few minutes.

You open your mouth to say “good” and to thank him for taking away your coldness, but before you can, he speaks again.

“Getting out, I mean. How does it feel to get out of the café?”

“Oh.” Your face heats rapidly. Thank goodness for your slow reaction. “It’s refreshing.”

Wonwoo hums, nodding.

“Should we walk around again, or should we go? I don’t want you catching a cold,” he says.

“I’d like to see more if that’s okay,” you admit.

“It’s more than okay,” he reassures.

He starts to stand, but you grip his hands to stop him. He stares down at you bemused.

“I have something for you,” you explain.

He sits back down, hands leaving yours when you pull away to retrieve something from your bag.

It’s a small black box with a purple bow on it, albeit the decor is a little squished from being confined to your small bag.

“What’s this?” he asks and carefully brings the box nearby.

“Since you gave me a gift this week,” you say, referring to his tip on Monday, “I got you one as well.”

“You didn’t—”

“Need to? I know. But, I wanted to. And I worked hard on it, so accept it, please?” you say lightly so as to not sound too serious. 

He smiles and nods, lifting the lid.

Inside is the bookmark you made him. On the bookmark’s center is a cat with a game controller. It’s simple, but that’s the best you could do with your lack of drawing skills. Attached to the bookmark is a purple tassel.

“You made this?” Wonwoo asks in amazement.

“I’ll only admit to that if you like it,” you say out of nervousness.

Wonwoo laughs and glances at you. “I like it a lot.”

“Then yes, I made it.”

His gaze shifts to the item again, examining it closely for a bit. Then, he sets it back carefully in the box and puts it in his pocket.

“Thank you,” he says earnestly.

“Of course,” you smile.

You and Wonwoo walk around for twenty more minutes before you call it a night. Throughout the entire walk, he held your hand in his free pocket. The warmth from his body combined with his sheltered pocket made your hand clammy. You felt embarrassed at the fact, but Wonwoo refused to release his hold. Truthfully, you didn’t want to let go, but you also didn’t want him to be disgusted at the feeling.

Wonwoo drove you back to your café where your car was.

You tried to demand he stay in your car since he parked next to yours, but he still climbed out.

You stare at his eyes which are framed by his glasses; his cheeks are slightly rosy from the temperature. His dark hair dances softly in the wind. He looks so handsome.

Wonwoo leans forward and connects his lips ever so softly against your cheek. You have the urge to turn your face and capture his lips with yours, but you don’t.

There’s something romantic about going slow.

Wonwoo pulls back with a kind smile.

“You look beautiful tonight, Yn,” he whispers, breath ghosting your face.

You can’t stop the smile forming on your face even if you tried.

“And you look handsome,” you reply.

Wonwoo mirrors your grin.

“Get home safely, alright?” he instructs.

You nod. “You too.”

You unlock your car and climb inside.

Wonwoo lingers outside, watching with his hands in his pockets.

After starting your car and rolling down your window, you lean out and prop your head on your arm that’s resting on the edge.

He bends slightly to see you better, a small grin on his mouth. His face isn’t too close, but it’s closer than it should be for an average person. But, Wonwoo isn’t average.

He’s quiet for a while, and you take the time to observe his features again. Your heart is thumping loudly in your ears. The desire to kiss him resurfaces.

Maybe you’re starting to like Wonwoo. Not just because he’s attractive, kind, funny, and caring, but because he’s Wonwoo.

Wonwoo, who’s been a frequent customer at your café for months.

Wonwoo, who’s always been supportive and kind.

Wonwoo, who’s slowly capturing your heart.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks with a smile still on his face.

“Yeah,” you say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Because of Wonwoo, you’re always looking forward to the next day.

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[sunhoures]

And It Was All Yellow

pairing: wonwoo (svt) + reader (fem.)

genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, photographer!wonwoo, artist!reader (+ journalist!mingyu)

word count: ~5.7k

synopsis: wonwoo doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but he finds himself falling for you a lot sooner than he thought possible

inspired by: the text post pictured above ^^ & the song “yellow” by coldplay 💛

posted: august 21, 2023

The weather in Seoul was dull—gray clouds and scattered, drizzling rain suspended over the city since dawn had broken. Most people hated such weather, but Jeon Wonwoo was not one of those people. In fact, he found comfort in the gloominess. He enjoyed the idea of having an excuse to stay in. And if he did need to go outside, he liked that there was a lack of the usual crowd of people that would be around if the weather was more ideal. Traffic was less compacted. Lines of any kind were short (or non-existent). The city was quiet, just as he liked it.

On days like today, he preferred to spend his time inside with a book or playing video games. But work had been scarce for him these past few weeks, so when his best friend, Mingyu, had informed him of a job offer he had no choice but to accept it. That’s how he ended up at a local art museum downtown at 9:45 a.m. on a Thursday morning. Despite the doors not opening for another fifteen minutes, a worker had let him in through the front door when he got her attention and pointed to his camera bag. She realized he didn’t have an umbrella with him, and so she quickly let him in. Luckily he had a raincoat over his outfit and a hat to protect his hair, so the most he had to deal with was a little rain on the back of his neck. He thanked the worker, staying close to the door to get any glimpse of Mingyu arriving.

In the meantime, he watched the cars pass by outside, each one splashing water out of the puddle and onto the sidewalk just in front of the entrance to the museum. He noticed it had lightened up a bit outside, the sky turning from a darker gray to a lighter gray with wispy, white clouds. He wondered if anyone would even show up to this exhibit opening in such weather conditions.

About five minutes after he arrived, Mingyu came knocking on the door, covering his head with a magazine. The worker came back and opened the door for him, deciding to leave it unlocked. Wonwoo’s younger friend came in, complaining under his breath about forgetting his umbrella and getting wet. He shook the sopping magazine, droplets of water falling onto the concrete floor. His gray button-up was a darker gray on the shoulders and sleeves from the rain that seeped into it. Wonwoo noticed the worker glaring at his friend for dripping on the floor and tried not to let his amusement show.

“Forgot your umbrella too?” he questioned Mingyu, “Hopefully your notebook didn’t get ruined.”

His friend looked to the bag he had hanging from his shoulder. The bag didn’t have a zipper, but it did have a flap that fell over the opening to keep it “closed” in a sense. He quickly shoved his hand inside, feeling around for his notebook. When he felt the edges of the paper and confirmed they were dry, he smiled, “All good. And why so early? That’s unusual.”

“I’m never late,” Wonwoo defended.

“Yeah, but if I tell you to be somewhere at ten a.m. you usually don’t walk in until nine fifty-eight.”

The older of the two shrugged, “Got an early start today.”

The two men began their work day, Wonwoo fine-tuning the settings on his camera to his liking while Mingyu made some preliminary notes in his notebook. They set up together in the lobby, but once the artist had arrived, Mingyu excused himself to greet her. Wonwoo stayed in the lobby, taking a couple of test pictures to see if anything else needed to be adjusted. Around him several museum workers, journalists, and other photographers were gathering with the artist. Wonwoo wasn’t the biggest fan of interacting with strangers, so he kept to himself. Luckily, he busied himself with his camera which was enough to keep people from disrupting him.

Once Mingyu returned to his friend, the two joined the growing crowd waiting by the entrance to the new exhibit where a ceremonial ribbon cutting was about to take place. Wonwoo found the ribbon to be a bit superfluous. Nonetheless, he stood towards the back of the small crowd, arms crossed and camera slung around his neck by its strap. He was hired to take some pictures of the event and the art pieces for Mingyu’s article, and that was it. It was somewhat easy money for him, but it did take more time and social interaction than he liked. Truthfully, he couldn’t wait for this to be over and go home to edit.

He watched you, the artist, get behind the ribbon and make your speech thanking everyone for showing up. He snapped a couple pictures as you thanked the museum for giving your art a home temporarily. After a few minutes, you ended your speech by giving a small spiel about how art was therapeutic to you and it should be for everyone else. He found himself subconsciously nodding in agreement, because photography was a form of therapy for him as well.

The ribbon was cut after your speech, and the congregation of guests entered the exhibit for the first time. Mingyu and Wonwoo brought up the rear, but they were just as astonished as every single person ahead of them when they saw the art on display. Several paintings of various mediums hung on the walls, varying in size. The large columns in the middle of the room also held paintings on them, each piece of art accompanied by a small plaque with information about it—like the title and date. Mingyu, just like the other journalists, was already jotting down notes in his book, the tip of his tongue poking out of the corner of his pressed lips in concentration. Wonwoo peered around the room, simply taking everything in. His hands held his camera which was still hanging from his neck.

The two friends walked around together, patiently waiting for the other guests to continue on before taking their time in front of a piece to write or take pictures. As they got to the last few paintings, Mingyu made a comment about finding the bathroom, and that he would be back shortly. Wonwoo nodded and continued to snap a few pictures of the paintings before him. He came to a stop in front of a simple painting of sunflowers; the acrylic paint forming a kind of 3D effect on the canvas. He stared at that one for a moment longer than the rest of them, not for any particular reason, he supposed. It didn’t stand out from the others or anything, but he liked it for a reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Do you like sunflowers?”

Your voice startled him, though he didn’t show it. He merely turned to you, giving you a small nod of acknowledgement as well as a small, polite smile, “They’re fine I guess.”

“This was one of my first pieces I made in art school,” you explained, and it was then he noticed it did indeed have the earliest date posted among all of the canvases in the room.

“It’s nice,” he said, “Congratulations, by the way. You’re very talented.”

Your face broke into a sweet smile despite that being the nth compliment of this morning. Each one felt like a gold star being rewarded to you, and it filled you with happiness. You gestured to his camera, “Do you work for a magazine?”

“Um, sort of,” he shrugged, “My friend does, he just has me shoot pictures for his articles.”

“Oh, I do remember seeing you with someone,” you remembered, “Um, the tall one with the gray shirt, right?”

“Yes.”

“I see. I haven’t gotten to speak with him in depth yet, do you know if he’ll be back soon?”

“He should be returning from the bathroom soon,” he replied. Usually Wonwoo was terrible at making conversation with strangers. He dreaded it. But you gave off such a comforting, welcoming energy. He found himself wanting to talk to you about, well, anything, “This weather isn’t too ideal for this occasion, isn’t it?”

“The rain?” you asked, “Yeah, it’s a bummer, but the turn out was great still. I didn’t think so many people would come.”

“Why’s that?” his brow raised slightly in curiosity.

“I didn’t think my art was special enough to warrant such an exhibit. One of my mentors from art school is friends with the head of the museum, and he asked him for a favor. He’s put a lot of time and faith in me, but I don’t think my art is worth such a grandiose gesture,” you spoke so casually, as if it was fact. Wonwoo found your confession to be a little disheartening. Sure, the art might not have the prestige to qualify for the MoMA or the Louvre, but to someone like him who casually enjoyed art, your work was impressive.

“Well, I’m glad he did. Your work is amazing,” Wonwoo was a man of few words, but he hoped the few he could give would bring you some reassurance. And for the moment it did. You smiled warmly, perking up further when Mingyu returned to the both of you.

“Hello again, would you be able to spare a few minutes with me?” he asked you, already getting his notebook and pen from his bag. You agreed, and the two of you began a conversation while Wonwoo continued to snap some photos of the last paintings. When he was done, he waited patiently for you and Mingyu to finish your conversation. Around ten minutes passed, and the crowd was fluctuating as some people left and some newcomers joined. Wonwoo watched the guests observe the art, getting some inspiration to take photos of them as well. He figured some candid pictures would look nice too. He even got one of you and Mingyu discussing the sunflower piece before he approached the two of you again.

The three of you talked for what felt like hours but in reality was only twenty minutes. At some point the conversation had veered from art to your social lives. Mingyu was a very sociable, outgoing person, so it didn’t take long for him to strike a casual conversation with you. He had learned that the three of you frequented the same coffee shop a few streets away.

“We’ll have to get coffee together some time,” you said, “Should we swap numbers?”

Mingyu happily did so, and the two of you swapped phones to add each others contacts. You made a comment about getting with some other journalists, but you promised to stay in touch before leaving the two men with a “thank you for coming!”.

The rain had cleared up by the time the two friends left the museum. They walked together to the bus stop across the street, waiting for the bus that would be passing shortly. While they waited, they talked about the notes Mingyu got and the shots Wonwoo took.

“She was really sweet,” Mingyu said with a smile, “She told me she didn’t have many friends in the city. We’ll have to take her out with our friends some time soon.”

“Sure,” was all Wonwoo responded absentmindedly, replying to a text from his brother.

“She was pretty, too,” Mingyu added in a suggestive tone.

That made Wonwoo look up from his phone with a pointed look, “What are you implying?”

“Nothing,” his friend shrugged, but his expression was telling before his mouth was, “It’s just been a while since you’ve dated is all. You two seemed to be getting along well.”

The older man rolled his eyes, returning them to his phone as he opened Instagram and proceeded to scroll through his explore page, “I spoke to her for five minutes while you were in the bathroom. I’m not going to fall in love with her in five minutes.”

His friend sighed, “You’ll never fall in love if you’re not open to a potential relationship.”

Wonwoo got quiet then, and the conversation didn’t pick up again until shortly before the bus arrived. On the ride he thought about what Mingyu said. It was true, he hadn’t dated in a very long time, since college actually. Now that he was twenty-seven, it was getting harder and harder for him to find himself in a situation to meet someone. He rarely left his house. He spent his free time doing things alone, and when he did go out with his friends he stuck to them pretty closely. On top of all of that, he wasn’t the most approachable person. He wasn’t a cold person, or at least he didn’t consider himself one. But his looks gave the impression that he was, his sharp eyes and straight-drawn lips making him seem standoffish.

And unlike his friends, he didn’t believe in “love at first sight”. The idea of meeting someone for the first time and instantly being head over heels for them just didn’t connect with him. He didn’t understand how others felt that. When he dated in the past, it took weeks, even months to fall for the person he had a crush on. And he wasn’t necessarily upset with the way he lived; he didn’t mind being alone. Since he was a kid, he always felt more comfortable doing things by himself. But lately he realized his day-to-day did feel a little lonely, especially since most of his friends were settling down with their partners or moving away to pursue careers. Maybe Mingyu was right. Maybe he did need some kind of change.

The first time you hung out with the two men after meeting them at the museum, Mingyu had invited you to join them for lunch. The three of you ate Korean barbecue, learning a bit about each other over a few bottles of soju. Wonwoo didn’t do much talking that time, mostly speaking only when spoken to. You and Mingyu carried the conversations, not that either of you minded. You felt like Wonwoo would need time to open up to you, so you gave him that. Luckily, the two agreed to hang out with you again later in the week. Mingyu had to get some editing done, so he invited you and Wonwoo to keep him company at his apartment.

You were shocked when Wonwoo was the one to engage in conversation with you first, greeting you at the door and welcoming you in. He and Mingyu were preparing a simple dinner, so you sat at the kitchen island watching them cook. You noticed Wonwoo seemed more comfortable talking this time around. Maybe it was because you had hung out already, or maybe it was because he was in a familiar environment. Either way you liked seeing a little crack in the shell that kept his true personality shielded away from you.

Over a couple months the three of you became really close, and you had even met some of their other friends. Mingyu’s office wasn’t far from the art supply store you visited every week, so you made it a habit to visit him every Thursday on your supply runs. The two of you would get lunch or just sit in his office and talk during his break before you returned to your art studio. You really liked the friendship blossoming between you and the two men, but then one day something changed.

Wonwoo texted you out of the blue one Saturday mid-morning asking if you wanted to get some coffee with him. You found it odd that he texted you because he had never done that before. It was usually Mingyu who texted you, or they texted you in a group chat that you had together. Nonetheless, you responded with “of course!” and got dressed.

When you showed up to the café you were confused to see Wonwoo sitting at a two-seater table by himself. You noticed he looked like he put more effort into his appearance today. Normally when you hung out he was in lounging clothes—a simple shirt with sweatpants or maybe loose jeans. The only time you remembered seeing him dressed this nicely was the day you met, and he was working then. But he didn’t mention working today? So what could be the occasion for him to wear off-white pants, a mustard yellow sweater, and what looked like new shoes?

He was reading something on his phone when you approached him, the light from the screen reflecting on his thin-rimmed glasses. When you set your purse down, he looked up at you and gave you a small smile, “Hey.”

“Hi, is Mingyu not joining?” you asked curiously as you sat across from him. You didn’t notice when the corners of his mouth wavered for a second.

“No, he’s working. You’re stuck with just me today,” he joked.

You chuckled softly, “Don’t make it sound so bad. Was there a reason you wanted to hang out today though? I have to say I was a little shocked when you texted me.”

It was Mingyu’s idea, but Wonwoo didn’t want to admit that. His friend had pointed it out that the two of you had never hung out alone. He figured it might help Wonwoo warm up to you more if you spent some time together one-on-one. And even though he didn’t say it out loud, Wonwoo knew Mingyu secretly wanted the two of you to work out romantically—for whatever reason, he wasn’t sure. Wonwoo wasn’t completely closed off to the idea; you were gorgeous and friendly. But he knew it wasn’t going to be an overnight thing. It took weeks for him to feel comfortable with you as a friend, he could only imagine the time it would take to start a romantic relationship.

“I, um, just realized we never got a chance to hang out alone. We don’t really know much about each other outside of our hang outs with Mingyu,” he said. In that moment he also realized how tense he felt. His legs were stiff and knees were drawn in close together under the table. His fingers toyed with the wrapper of his straw from his iced americano. His shoulders were drawn in the slightest bit, and he could feel his posture was kind of terrible. He tried to relax without making it look obvious that he was tense in the first place.

“Yeah, I guess I figured you just didn’t like to socialize as much as Mingyu did.”

“I don’t, but I’m trying to be better about that,” he admitted, and you felt like you might actually be getting somewhere with him, “He teases me a lot about being a hermit.”

You laughed softly, and he smiled with you, “Well, it’s nice to see you coming out of your shell.”

After an appreciative look from him, you excused yourself to order a drink. Wonwoo immediately opened his phone and texted Mingyu.

wonu 🐈‍⬛: ok i’m here, now what do we talk about?

gyu 🐶: well first, don’t be on your phone smh. second, just ask her questions about herself. seem interested. try not to look bored like you always do

Wonwoo sighed in annoyance, ignoring the last part of his message as he turned his phone over on the table. You returned shortly after, also with an iced americano. He decided to give his friend’s advice a try, “Do you always order iced americanos?”

“Only sometimes. My go-to is usually a hot latte, but it’s a bit warm for that today,” you shrugged, taking a sip of your drink. He nodded in understanding, but he was unsure of what else to say. It was so much easier to converse with people you’ve been friends with for several years.

Luckily you had no issue with it, and you broke the awkward silence up for him, “How long have you been doing photography?”

“I’ve done it as a hobby since I was in high school, but after I graduated I started doing freelance work. So, almost ten years.”

“I’d love to see your work some time,” you spoke fondly, remembering the first time you met, “Your shots of my exhibit were amazing, so I can imagine the rest of your work is too.“

“My stuff doesn’t compare to the art you make,” he said it without even thinking. You weren’t sure if you should take it as a self-deprecating remark or flattery.

Your lips quipped into a thoughtful line before you derailed, “Okay, your turn. Ask me a question.”

“Oh, are we playing twenty questions?” Wonwoo joked, sitting back in his chair and sipping on his drink. The sunlight beamed directly across his right eye and onto his cheek. His eye was a deep chocolate brown color as opposed to the dark, cold, almost-black color it usually was. You wondered if his eyes were always that soft.

“Yeah, I’ve just decided. Your turn,” you repeated. You crossed your arms on top of the table, subtly leaning in as a sign of giving him all your attention. He fought the smile wanting to live on his lips, opting to look deep in thought. The two of you went back and forth for nearly half an hour, just asking each other questions. Some answers warranted tangents and story times before you went back to the questions, but you enjoyed it to the fullest. And truthfully, Wonwoo was too. He didn’t think he could get so much enjoyment from a game he used to play with his friends in grade school, yet here he was. On the verge of laughter as you told an embarrassing story from high school in which you were running late to school and didn’t realize until your second class that your underwear was stuck to the back of your shirt.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Wonwoo laughed softly, a crinkle appearing on the bridge of his nose, “I would’ve dropped out of school.”

“I thought about it,” you joked, a bashful smile on your lips as you remembered the story like it happened yesterday, “But yeah, if you’re going to get your clothes from the dryer, double check that your under garments aren’t stuck to them first.”

“Noted,” Wonwoo looked over and noticed that a new couple was sitting at the table behind you. That was the second time new people sat right there. He wondered how long you two had been sitting, but he didn’t want to check his phone in case you got the impression that he was in a rush to leave. Which he definitely wasn’t, “Okay, I think it’s your turn again.”

“Okay, um . . . “ your eyes searched the room for a question prompt, but you were grasping for straws- Wait, that’s it. Straws. The cups of plastic-covered straws on the counter were organized by color, one cup for each color they offered—pink, blue, and yellow, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Hm, why don’t you guess?” Wonwoo replied.

If he was honest, he didn’t really have a favorite color. He supposed if he considered it more he would settle for blue or purple, but he didn’t care enough either way. A good ninety-five percent of his wardrobe was black and five percent color, but he just liked black as a good neutral color to wear. He figured he would just let you guess until you decided to give up.

You thought about it for a moment, but no specific color came to mind immediately. His clothes were mostly black, but lots of people wore black clothing and had a favorite color that wasn’t black. His shirt was yellow as well as the straw for his americano, but there was no other indication that it would be his favorite color from what you could remember. Still, you figured it might be your best guess, “Yellow!”

Wonwoo couldn’t help but smile at your prideful declaration. You said it as if you knew it for a fact.

“Yeah.”

“Wait, really?” your eyes got wide and the grin on your face grew wide. Did you really guess it correctly in one try?

Even Wonwoo was shocked by his answer. Yellow wasn’t his favorite color. He didn’t have one. But you seemed so excited and hopeful and sure of yourself that he didn’t even think twice about his answer.

“Yeah, good job,” he praised you, and he had to admit to himself you looked really cute when you clapped your hands together in a small celebration for yourself, “What’s yours?”

“Pink,” you seemed visibly brighter when you answered. It made sense to Wonwoo. Pink was such a cute, bright, outgoing color. It signified friendliness and sweetness, and all of that just screamed you. Maybe he liked pink too. “It’s been my favorite since I was a kid. Everything I had was pink.”

“Pink suits you.”

You felt yourself flushing at the compliment, your smile turning sheepish, “I think yellow suits you, too. I’m picturing a nice pastel yellow for you. Very spring.”

He tried to picture it: him in a pastel yellow shirt. The mental image seemed foreign, since the mustard sweater he was currently wearing was the brightest color he had ever worn besides white. But he wouldn’t be opposed to it.

“Alright, your turn.”

A few more questions were exchanged between you two, long after your cups were emptied. The patrons of the café that had been present when you showed up were long gone, and new faces took their places. After a while you felt a little guilty for hogging the table for so long, even though it had only been a little under two hours. Wonwoo made a comment about heading out, so you both got up and threw your trash. He walked with you to the bus station, even though he had driven to the café in his own car. You thanked him for inviting you to hang out and told him that you enjoyed it.

“We’ll have to do this again some time, but maybe not tell Mingyu. He might get jealous,” you teased your non-present friend, making Wonwoo laugh softly. He knew for a fact that Mingyu would have no problem with it; he would probably encourage it, if anything.

“I don’t think he’d mind. He’s not usually the jealous type,” Wonwoo replied, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets. He tried to think of something you two could do together, and he recalled that during the twenty—more like fifty plus—questions you had said you liked video games too, “If you want, we could hang out at my apartment, play some video games. And order pizza or something?”

“That sounds like fun!” your eyes lit up at the idea. You had never actually been to his apartment before. Every time you hung out was at Mingyu’s place, your place, or somewhere in the city. You wondered what his apartment looked like. He seemed like the type to keep everything tidy and minimal, “I’ll be pretty busy this week, but maybe we can work something out for next weekend.”

“Cool,” he nodded and kept small talk until the bus arrived to pick you and a handful of other people up. He waved you off politely, and when you were out of sight, he let out a hefty sigh. It felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders, but not in a bad way. He liked you, so there was this small, subconscious pressure that he felt to be more outgoing. He wanted you to like him too.

Over the next few weeks, there was a shift in the dynamic between the three of you, and it seemed to be obvious to everyone except Wonwoo. You and him had grown a lot closer as you started to hang out alone outside of your usual outings with Mingyu and their other friends. And it showed when the group was together. You always took the seat closest to Wonwoo. He laughed more at your jokes. You complimented his outfits—which were slowly but progressively becoming more colorful. He offered to walk you to your car or the bus or home whenever he could. Yet, still, when asked if anything was going on between you two, he seemed confused.

“It’s not like that,” he told Mingyu when the two were walking to a job they had booked one afternoon—a restaurant opening, “________ and I have gotten close, but not that close.”

“Hey, I know you wear glasses, but you can’t be this blind,” his friend retorted, “You two like each other.”

Wonwoo faltered a bit as he walked, but tried to play it off, “Did she say she liked me?”

“No, but she doesn’t need to. Neither do you, but as your best friend it would be nice if you told me these things.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, annoyed that Mingyu had made him think you had finally admitted having feelings for him.

“You two act like you’re in your own world all the time. The guys notice it, too, not just me,” Mingyu continued, “And since when do you like yellow so much?”

The question took Wonwoo so off guard that he laughed incredulously, “What?”

“She’s always giving you stuff that’s yellow. And you started wearing yellow clothes,” Mingyu pointed out. And it was true.

The first thing you had gifted him was a simple pen; it was a sunflower yellow color with black lettering etched on the side that said ‘hello, sunshine!’. He was confused when you had handed it to him that second time you hung out together to play video games. You showed up on his doorstep, telling him to close his eyes and put out his hands. When he had opened them again the pen was sat in his palms.

“What’s this for?”

“Nothing, I guess. I was at the supply store and noticed it by the check out, and I thought about you. So I got it for you. It’s cute, isn’t it?”

Wonwoo honestly had no reason to use such a pen since his day-to-day work required little writing. And most of his notes were made in his phone, but the sentiment behind your gift made his heart flutter, “It is. Thank you, _______.”

And nearly every time after then you had gifted him things similar. While at the park with him and Mingyu, you bought him a banana flavored popsicle, solely for the fact that it was yellow—and you were relieved to find out he liked the banana flavor. When you went bowling with their friends, you gave him the yellow ball and left yourself with the last one which was brown. When you went to Mingyu’s to see the two of them, you had brought them each a keychain from a new pop-up shop that was near your art studio. You gave Mingyu a red one that had a soccer ball on it while Wonwoo’s was yellow and had a sunflower on it. You had initially got it because of its color, but the flower reminded you of the day you met him, so it held even more sentiment.

And recently, Wonwoo’s favorite water bottle had broken, so while you were out shopping you had found one that was similar to it. The cap was a little different, but it had the same shape and size, and it was a golden yellow hue.

When you gave it to him, the two of you were about to leave his apartment to get some dinner at the fried chicken place down the street. You had mentioned that you had a surprise for him, then you fished the bottle out of your tote bag to show him. His heart skipped a beat and a smile crept onto his lips when he saw it.

“I know you probably won’t love it as much as your other bottle, but hopefully you still like it,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. He took it from your offering grasp and shook his head.

“I do love it,” he said.

“You can leave it here while we go eat,” you turned towards the door, pulling your bag more securely onto your shoulder. But just before you could reach for the doorknob, Wonwoo’s voice called your name, making you turn back to face him, “Hm?”

Your eyes widened when you realized he was a lot closer than you thought, just a foot or so away from you. His tall frame seemed to tower over you, causing you to have to look up at him. You could see a struggle happening behind his eyes, as if he was going back and forth in his mind trying to decide on something. You were about to question him when suddenly he leaned forward and placed a quick kiss to your cheek. The skin that he touched felt hot in his wake, the warmth spread across your face and ultimately your whole body felt heated under his gaze.

“Thank you, ________. For everything,” he spoke softly, his anxiety apparent in his tone. He averted his gaze, looking down at his hands. A bracelet that you had bought him last week was wrapped around his wrist—white beads and yellow smiley face charms decorating it. For some reason seeing the jewelry gave him the little boost of confidence he needed to ask, “Would you like to make this a date?”

Your eyes widened even further, but you couldn’t ignore the flurry of butterflies going wild inside your chest, their fluttering wings tickling your heart. Your crush on Wonwoo had started long before his crush on you had formed, but that didn’t bother you. Because you knew that he liked you now, and you couldn’t pass the opportunity to say, “Yes.”

A charming smile grew wide on his face, prompting you to grin too. Happiness bloomed inside you, and the two of you walked out of the apartment suddenly feeling shy after wordlessly admitting your feelings for each other. Despite his nerves, though, Wonwoo found the courage to take your hand in his as you walked down the sidewalk to the fried chicken place.

Along the way you pointed out some yellow canola flowers planted outside of an office building, and Wonwoo decided in that moment that he would never get tired of the color yellow. The way your face lit up when you saw it or gave him yellow-themed gifts, he would always find it cute. As far as he was concerned, the entire world could be covered in the color yellow, and he would be content just knowing it made you happy. He no longer would appreciate rain; instead, he would look forward to sunny days when the bright, yellow sunlight would remind him of you and your kind heart. Maybe yellow wasn’t his favorite color at first but, over time, it would be.

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wonu gaming on his handheld switch but you want physical affection so you plant yourself in his lap <33 you’re straddling him, chest to chest, with his arms wrapped around you and his head resting on your shoulder so he can still see his screen. he’s probably playing something cozy like acnh and asking you about your day while you nuzzle your face into his neck :’))

no because sitting in wonu’s lap, head resting on his shoulder, face buried into his neck while you play with the hair at his nape.. nose rubbing against his skin, inhaling deeply so the smell of his cologne and laundry detergent fill your nose.. such a comforting scent..

his chin perched softly on your shoulder as he continues playing his games!!! just holding you!!! i’m sad!!!

he would ask about your day, hand coming to rub the small of your back, just underneath your shirt, whenever his game was on a loading screen,,,

humming in acknowledgment to whatever you have to say, replying with full interest whenever there was room for him to speak..

listening so attentively even if he isn’t looking directly at you… he’s such a good listener… always makes you feel so seen, so heard,,, so comfortable,,, :(

i’d do anything to be in his arms just once!! just one time!!!!!! </3

#wonwoo soft thoughts #wonwoo soft hours #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt soft hours #wonwoo is so extremely boyfriend coded !! #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #wonu fluff #gyucheolslut asks 💌 #moon!! 🌙 #suki.. the smaller text is such a move and so much softer on the eyes.. big brain

[imma-queencard]

Steal your heart.(Royal AU!) part1

Pairings: Royal Advisor J. Wonwoo x thief female reader (slight mentions of seungcheol)

Genre:Fluff,suggestive.

Ratings: mentions of communism. Both are a bit egoist and narcissist. Stealing, cursing.

P.s: previous name of this oneshot is "phil+sophy=You & Me"

You climbed over the enormous marble wall holding your bag over your shoulder. Your fingers instinctively checked the zipper of the bag. The last thing you wanted was to slip your stolen stuff from the bag. You were about to ride down the wall with the rope you hung when you intruded in.

"Really?" Your body got stiff. Did you get caught? You looked back to the man. His sleepy face still shining under the moonlight. His sleepy hair strands falling over his large forehead. His fingers tucking in his spectacles. You were at loss of words. Your brain kicking in to jump off the wall and run the hell out of life. But your legs just froze over the wall.

But-but there was none in the master's bedroom when you were stealing his fortune.

"Get down. Now" you heard him spoke in husky tone. And this time,it kicked in. Run.

You grabbed your mask tight to your face and tried to jump off the other side. Your panicking got the best out of you and your left leg slipped. You fell. You fell inside his territory. You waited for your body to crash the ground which never came. Your eyes looked at the bag which was lying on the ground near his posture. You whined.

You were caught.

You were about to beg him not to send you to the patrol guards, you realised his large hands literally holding you in bridal style. Your eyes bulged out.

"Put me down AAAAAH!" you screamed. You might be a thief but it was still improper to get that intimate with a man. You didnt want to ruin your honor like this. At least while stealing.

"You-you're a woman.." he trailed off in confusion when one of his hands practically ripped off your mask despite your protests. You tried to hide your face with your palms.

"Fucking put me down,YOU,PERVERT!!' You screamed throwing your legs in air frantically.

"Holy shit! You-you drop me on the grass?" You grimaced in pain. You gritted your teeth looking up at his emotionless eyes. His eyebrows still knitted together.

"You asked for it.." he replied inching closer to you. With a look of curiosity in his deer like eyes. He was towering you with his almost 6feet height.

"Stay away you Pervert!" You tried to search anything near you that you could use as a weapon against this large man. You saw the man gulp hearing your curse. Totally displeased with your unladylike cursing at him.

"You seriously dare to steal me?Really?Do you even know who I'm?" he asked

You crawled back reaching your bag slowly. Gripping it's laces so that you could throw it over him if it needed.

"I- You are anything but the king!So don't brag out for nothing!" you retorted before biting your cheeks. You better beg,Y/N. "But-but please let me go. I won't steal anymore..this is the last time I promise.." you mumbled. Trying to look as innocent as possible.

You saw his lips' corner twitch for a mere second,"Yeah,Right. I'm the royal adviser of your highness, Yes, not the king himself though."

"Sch-scholar Jeon Wonwoo? " You gasped out standing on your feet in shock. He raised one of his eyebrows in question.

"I-I'm so sorry,sir,I didn’t know it was your house-I-I am SORRRY!" You screamed the last words before throwing your bag at his face and ran with all your might to the wall. You climbed the wall in one go this time. And jump to the opposite side before sparing a glance at the said man who was staring at you holding his forehead. He was standing there with loss of words.

"I'M SO SORRY SCHOLAR JEOOON!" He heard your screaming over the wall and rubbed his forehead in confusion.

You were terrified for the next few days. Never in your life you thought the royal advisor would be living like any other ordinary higher class people with no guards surrounding his house at all. If you thought about the royal advisor, you could picture at least 10 guards around the house.

You were so afraid that he would track you down and put you in dungeon. It was actually easy for him. You didn’t even dare to put a feet outside your house these days. You had heard of others talking about him being a calm person,fighting for justice, pioneer of philosophy blah blah.

You stopped in front of the sweet shop. Wearing a long red dress reaching your ankle. Hair tied neatly in two braids. If anyone saw you now,none would believe you were the same woman at night. You were oggling at the white sweet placed over the counter with a red jelly on top. That looked so tasty. Calculating how much money you had in your purse.

"Now planning to rob this innocent man,don't we?"

You literally jumped on your feet in fear. Facing the man whom you were trying to avoid for a week. Your fingers clasped your pink purse tight.

"No,no,Scholar Jeon. You're mistaking me for someone else..I'm a genuine customer here.." You said taking out some coins from your purse to show him. You saw him stare at you without saying another words. You bit your lip in tension.

Will he say anything rather staring at my face? You thought. You couldn’t help peeking a glance at him. He was wearing a black suit and pant with a cute blue tie hanging around his neck. His hair neatly covering his forehead. He was..ethereal.

You cleared your throat as the scene gaining some unwanted attention from others,"May I take my leave,Scholar Jeon? "

"Don't rob innocent people,ms y/n. You are requested to exercise some wit in this case unless you want me go hard on you and you meet serious consequences for your actions" he threatened looking straight into your eyes.

"I know how hard it is to remain a poor and a underprivileged person in this rotting society unlike you,Scholar Jeon,I'm no harm to them. The harm is you,the people of your aristocratic society who are running a bull dodger over these helpless people to gain the maximum interest out of them." You retorted straight looking into his eyes.

You saw his eyes twitched, "For such a thief of yourself, you quite fancy talk a lot,ms Y/N. You must exercise when and where to open your mouth unless you wan-"

You cut him off, "I know you could put me in dungeon in an instant for my audacity that night. Even you can exercise your royal power right away. But.." you paused, "I'm the representative of all those men of this so called lower class society who has nothing but pure hatred towards the royal court. You can arrest me this instant but my opinion remains the same." You spat out fuming in anger. It was always like this. Them denying their privileges.

You didn’t know how long you had stared into his eyes waiting for his answer. This was getting hard. Being towered by his height. His demeanor. Since when did you get this bravery to give philosophy lectures to the best scholar of this kingdom?

"This doesn't validate your stealings,ms.y/n. Stop stealing and come to the royal court,I may offer you a living of which your guardians would be proud of."

"I don't need your sympathy,sir. " You replied and turned back in anger. The last thing you wanted was sympathy from this man. You chose this path. You didnt want pity.

You found yourself cursing as your trembling legs led you to your home. Not even bothering to go inside and buy your favorite sweet.

Your tongue suddenly felt so bitter.

Two days later you received a letter with a seal of royal court above the envelope. You were sad that it had to end like this. What were you doing anyway? Looting those oppressors from high class society to give their fortune to the helpless. You were so happy seeing their happy tears whenever they would receive some fortunes anonymously. How they would thank the God crying for the blessings.How they were at least getting to eat 3meals a day..

All came to end just for your foolishness. You should have at least known whose house you were planning to loot. Maybe you didnt have to talk back to him that day at bazar. What were you thinking anyway?

You tore the envelope and took out the paper.

Ms.Y/N,

Your philosophy sounded as idiotic as you that day. Your books of choice might be misleading you with the concept of society. You are on the torn page of pseudo communism that making you delusional on the principles of modern society. You're indeed in need of a good and worthy guidance so that you can exercise some basics of society and enlighten yourself with your illusions.

So,my cordial offer for you to attend me next evening at my residence. We may discuss about your lacking of philosophy and politics with two cups of coffee and some heavenly toasts.

Regards,

Scholar Jeon Wonwoo.

You finished reading the letter as your hand crumbled the whole paper in anger and humiliations. How dare he to show an invisible middle finger to your ideology! Audacity of this man! You were seeing red in anger. You took out an paper and started writing. Venting out all your angers, insults towards this narcissist man.

Heck with you,Scholar Jeon Wonwoo!

"Scholar Jeon?You look quite absentminded today..are you feeling well?" The king Seungcheol's voice drag him out of his thoughts. He looked at the other members of the royal court.

"Um-no..it's just-I'm fine,your highness.." Scholar Jeon mumbled earning a giggle from the queen.

"I anticipate scholar Jeon is not bothered by any woman these days,No?" The queen taunted seeing the said man's ear turning red. It was the demerits of being that close to the king and the queen.

"No!My queen..this scholar is perfectly fine here.. read some newly bought books last night that still lingers in my head.." he trailed off with a flustered face.

"If that woman lingers in your mind that much Scholar Jeon.." The king stopped and corrected seeing Wonwoo's flustered face," Sorry,the newly bought books then don't pressure your head too much with that you know?...The last thing I want my royal advisor to get insomnia out of all the things and get distracted in important meetings."

"Nothing to be sorry about,your highness." Wonwoo managed to say despite feeling the second meaning behind the king's words. " I may go and check some errands now if you pardon,your highness..." Jeon Wonwoo stood up and bowed before the king and the queen before excusing himself from the hall.

He started walking out of the hall. He hated to admit that the woman from some nights ago still lingered in his head. He never felt about a woman in such way. How she schooled him amidst a crowdy bazar about her foolish ideology which she believed to be true. No sane person would dare to school him after reaching this stage and status of his life. Alas!what an idiot she was!

All the scholars not only this kingdom even in the neighbouring ones would just tremble on the context of knowledge and etiquette before him. And this woman?

He wanted to see her,talk to her more. He would love to hear her nonsense in the name of sociology. He craved that rebel he saw in her eyes. He couldn’t refrain himself from writing to her.. He tried hard but failed.It had been a week since he was eagerly waiting for her reply. Every hour felt like-

"Scholar Jeon,this is for you" A guard stepped in and handed him an envelope. He told the guard to leave when he saw the name "ms y/n" written on it.

He couldn’t contempt himself anymore. He tore the envelope in the hall and started reading.

Dear Scholar Jeon,

I'm very much delighted to have your offer as an ordinary commoner from your society. It is however utterly surprising to me that the infamous Scholar Jeon Wonwoo lacks the basics of communication skills and etiquette pathetically. Inviting a young grown up bachelor woman for a private session seems inappropriate and unjustifiable to me unless you,yourself is an unstable person. I see our royal advisor as a pervert who brags philosophy and politics to woo multiple marriageable ladies than working for our highness. I may decline your inappropriate offer on the name of God but you, the royal advisor being a narcissist is the last thing a kingdom can want of. Hence,as a good citizen of this kingdom, I'm obliged to offer my help to you as you need to exercise morality foremost.

.

This evening,5.

As you need a worthy and good guidance to exercise the basics of communication and morality, I accept your cordial offer cordially so that you can enlighten yourself of being a narcissist and a useless pervert in the context of a society.

Regards,

Y/N"

His face broke into smile despite reading all the curses against him. He was ready to see how far this philosophy discussion would lead him to. He was ready to dive in any aspects of this ocean of feelings.

"Time to go and make some toasts."

Author note: This is my first svt piece! Wonwoo with spectacles is just so breath taking idk what more to say *giggles*. Anyway, this is not proofread so please bear with it. And also added some unrelated tags for better reach. Sorry! Loves❤️

#seventeen smut #seventeen fluff #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo reaction #seventeen mafia #seventeen x reader #wonwoo x you #seventeen imagines #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo fic #seventeen x you #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen reactions #wonu fluff #wonwoo drabble #followers event

[nevernonline]

✧.* svt hiphop unit as seasons:

synopsis: seventeen hip hop unit as the seasons  

warning/s: mentions of kissing

genre/s: svt! hhu x reader, fluff.

note/s: nothing rlly, have a good weekend besties. luv u.

seungcheol:

fall. the cozy warm nights sharing a blanket under the stars, roasting (burning) marshmallows, kissing with the taste of s'mores still lingering on your tongue. the sound of crunching leaves underfoot as you ran through the park eager to grab cider from your favorite cafe. cloudy morning skies waking up next to the person of your dreams as you make him breakfast in bed and stare out your window onlooking the fall trees changing color, a metamorphosis reminding you of the future with him. every time that fall came it would prompt you to remember the time you, much like the leaves, fell in love.

wonwoo:

winter. seeing your breath in the air as you laugh, while bundled up to go build a snowman. the way his glasses fogged as he breathed into his scarf, clearly braving the cold to make you happy, you always wiped them off with your mittens, as you planted a warm kiss on his pink lips, turning them the color of strawberries. seeking shelter with him inside your cozy home, drinking hot chocolate, and holding each other under the blanket while you read a book out loud. you loved the way the color came back to his cheeks when he warmed back up from holding you inside of your jacket. you reminded him of snowflakes coming down from the sky. different, but uniquely your own.

mingyu:

summer. sun kissed skin throwing you over his shoulder and throwing you off the dock into the water. the cabin you rented being too small for his large frame but perfect to keep the two of you sheltered from mosquito bites. fresh squeezed lemonade, tart with the sweet aftertaste. music playing while you kiss under the stars, resting in the long grass. summer nights filled with fireflies and childlike wonder as you sit watching the calm lake that you were swimming in hours before. fireworks bursting through the night sky, an electric show, much like the feeling you get looking over at him, sparks.

vernon:

spring. flowers blooming, the trees regaining their green, the sound of sining birds whispering in your ear while you sit on a picnic blanket. holding hands as you walk down a path of cherry blossom trees, watching all the couples taking photos. kids and their families running around the park excited to take in the spring air. sprinting through the sudden rain storm and finding a small cove to hideout in as it pours, but he grabs your hand as you continue running in the direction of your home never missing the chance to dance in the rain with you. carrying you inside and running a warm bubble bath that smells of lavender so you don't catch a cold. finishing your night by placing a new batch of freshly bloomed flowers on your coffee table, lighting a candle, and holding him while watching a movie.

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[gfcheol]

late blooming pt1 | j. wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x f!reader

genre: slow burn, sugar daddy au, smut in later chapters

word count: 5.9k

tags: struggling artist!reader, trust fund kid!wonwoo, mutual pining, emotional constipation, slow burn, eventual smut (in later chapters oops), photographer!mingyu, best friend!jeonghan, swearing

taglist: @bangchanbabygirlx

"You made it!", Mingyu beamed at you, his smile so radiant, it could probably illuminate the whole city if he tried. Even though he towered over most of his guests, you were almost sure that he was standing on the tip of his toes, trying to make you out in the sea of people. You giggled, his enthusiasm easily rubbing off on you, as you matched his gleeful expression.

Truth be told, you weren't expecting that warm of a welcome, when you got the invite to your college buddy's first Vernissage. 'Pieces of me' - read the title, according to the flyer that is. A collection of photographs that Mingyu took over the years, working as a freelance artist. There was a small part of you, bitter and envious, trying to convince yourself that this was the result of luck and money. But you remembered, even back in your college days, the passion ablaze in Mingyu's eyes when he wanted to get the right angle or capture a moment deserving to be of film. Yes, if you liked it or not, some people were simply blessed with talent, beauty and success.

"Gyu!", you squealed as his hands pulled you into a crushing hug, face pressed against his muscular chest. Jesus Christ, had he gotten even bigger?

"I wasn't sure you'd come", his arms tightened around you, as though he was trying to stop you from vanishing again. "You never really responded to the invite..."

Or his other messages. He didn't have to actually voice it out, but you were very well aware of the hurt you caused by going ghost on him, since you two graduated college.

A pang of guilt shot through you, freeing yourself from his bearhug. "Ah, I didn't know if you'd... want me here? I don't know, it's silly", your smile wavered, nervously toying with the complimentary glass of champagne, they'd offered you at the entrance. How you wished, you'd taken more than a sip from your bubbly poison.

"You're right", he said, hand squeezing your shoulder. "You are being silly! I'm always happy to see you, no reason to doubt that."

The sincerity bleeding off his words tore on you, cracks deepening in your happy, little facade as you felt emotions well up, you weren't really ready to show. The past few years had been tough on you. The constant rejection as an artist, the financial struggle that came with it, the myriad of men so ready to break your heart... It seemed difficult to stay positive in such circumstances, resorting to you isolating yourself from those more successful and happier than you. The constant reminder and comparison would have ruined you, you'd told yourself half-heartedly, everytime you saw Mingyu's invites to dinners or birthday parties. Egoism at its absolute worst.

You cleared your throat - this was hardly the time or place to dwell on your own shortcomings. You'd have enough time to reflect on that, in the cozy confines of your apartment.

Another squeeze, this one firmer. Forcing yourself out of your gloomy thought prison, you blinked a few times. "Fuck, sorry- I was kinda zoning out, what did you say?"

Mingyu's grin widened at that. "You really haven't changed, have you?'

"Oh my fucking- Shut up!", you giggled, rolling your eyes. "Can't blame me for getting emotional over Mister Artist over here achieving the dream."

Your compliment, having its intended effect, went straight to his head, a pretty blush blooming on his cheeks. He had always been offensively sweet and handsome at that as well. It felt good to see how none of that got lost over the years. "It's pretty crazy, right?"

"Nah", you followed his gaze as he looked around the spacious hall, darting from people to photographs. His brows furrowed and you swore you could see his eyes well up with heavy tears. "You're talented, Gyu! Always been! Let yourself enjoy the moment."

"Are you trying to make me cry? Because it's kinda working."

The motion of leaning against his side felt too familiar to resist it, the long years spent apart suddenly forgotten. Your own gentle giant. You felt your heart ache. "C'mon, go mingle a bit! All these fancy people came to see you, I'm not gonna hog all of your attention."

A sigh. "Let's catch up later, okay?", he tore himself from you with surprising difficulty, his eyes oozing with all the feelings of the moment, before he disappeared back into the crowd. Well, as well as he could being the giant that he was.

Taking another sip from your glass, you willed away the urge to hide away in the bathroom. Icky feelings be damned, you're not going to let your anxiety ruin this for your friend. Or was it former friend? You'd still have to clarify that with him, once you'd get the chance to catch up and apologize for being the worst person imaginable.

The photographs adorning the walls of the hall were breath-taking - Really, hardly a surprise for anyone knowing the artist. The motives on them might vary - Some of them bursting with warm colors, others melancholic black and white pieces - but you could recognize Mingyu in all of them. You could picture him so clearly behind the lense in some of them. Lips pursed as he'd play with the lighting, until he'd groan out in frustration, strings of whines escaping him. You couldn't help but giggle at the mental image you conjured up.

"And here I was thinking, this piece was probably meant to be wistful", a voice behind you declared.

"Interesting", you commented, copying the serious tone of the still faceless stranger. "I would have gone with 'serene', personally. Not all landscapes are supposed to invoke a sense of sadness, you know."

"Not even rainy, grey ones? Art teachers must have it all wrong." The mystery man was teasing, you could tell, but your pride simply demanded you not to give in. Biting your lip to suppress a smile, you tilted your head to the side, still mustering the photograph in front of you. "If you think a piece of art being devoid of color is enough to make it melancholic, I feel like you need to broaden your horizons."

You turned towards him to present him with a cocky smirk, yet the sight of him caught you off guard, making you halt in your tracks. He was nowhere near the pompous, old fart that you'd expected him to be. Quite the contrary - He must have been around your age, rather tall, sharp eyes adorned with golden rimmed glasses that sat on his nose bridge. There was an air around him you couldn't quite place. Maybe it was confidence - Or rather indifference? He looked at you with no hint of emotion, yet there was an intensity in his expression that made your brows furrow in silent question. Did you know him? Was he an old acquaintance from school? Work maybe? His face seemed so very familiar...

"I'm sorry, have we-"

"No, I don't think we've had the pleasure yet", he was quick to cut you off, eyes still very much set on you. "Y/N, right?"

Momentarily taken aback by his curt behavior, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, the alcohol in your system lending you some bite. "Very charming and not at all creepy", you replied, keeping your tone cold.

The stranger finally broke into a faint smile, your attitude seemingly amusing him, much to your dismay. "It wasn't much of a question", he said. "Mingyu mentioned you."

That only raised more questions within your mind. Yet your heart warmed at the thought of your college friend still talking about you after all these years. Your demeanor softened, feeling heat travel to your ears. "He did?", your voice rang quiet, even to your own ears. "You two are friends?"

Hesitantly, he gave you a slow nod, as if to choose his next words with extra care. "Why would that be so surprising?"

"It isn't...? I just don't know- I thought, we've established we don't know each other? Or am I being like- really inconsiderate right now?", you wrecked your brain, digging for any hint of information about the mystery man. Yet your mind was blank, the mix of alcohol and the whirlwind of emotions making your mind feel hazy.

Your response earned you a wary look, his eyes mustering you with a strange sense of incredulousness, adjusting his glasses on his nose. The strange air of superiority over you didn't help to soothe your ruffled feathers, biting your tongue to refrain from any too rude remark. When he still didn't reply anything, you huffed, patience wearing thin. "Listen, I'm not here to be catty, so don't make this too hard for me."

"Wonwoo", he extended his hand for you, though he still sounded somewhat careful with his introduction. Feeling petty, you eyed his hand with a sceptical raise of your brow, before shaking his hand. "You're a fellow artist."

It wasn't framed like a question, but you still found yourself contemplating the correct response. Did you view yourself as a creative medium that still creates whenever it's possible for you? Absolutely. Did you attend the same college as Mingyu? That's a fact. Would you be ridiculed if you answered affirmatively, only to admit your primary source of income is your cashier job at the convenience store down your street? No doubt about that either.

Avoiding his ever so observant eyes, you offered a shrug. "Something like that, yeah."

He must have sensed your hesitation, directing his attention away from you, and back to the artwork, a hum on his lips. You let yourself muster him more closely - His features were sharp, something intimidating in his sharp cheekbones and clean cut style. Still, you couldn't deny his good looks. Of course, you'd act like a bitch to the first hot guy approaching you in the longest time. You groaned inwardly.

"Are you one too? An artist I mean." His lips quirked up, as if the question itself seemed absolutely preposterous. "Or are you here for our Picasso?"

"Really - 'Picasso'? I would have gone with Monet - Less obvious choice"

A roll of your eyes was enough to stop his teasing, a smirk plastered on his lips. Handsome or not, the urge to dump the rest of your champagne on his pants seemed to grow by the second. "Mingyu invited me."

You hummed in response before he continued. "You're probably familiar with how persistent he can be."

"Not big on crowds then?", you asked, already sympathizing with Mr Wonwoo's very obvious struggle to socialize. "I get it, I'm not a fan either."

"Hm, yes. One could say that. I try to avoid them, at least." He seemed tense replying to you, jaw clenched as he shifted from one foot to the other. A vague feeling of guilt sank in your chest. Oh, this interaction was just getting better and better. Maybe if you were lucky enough, you'd suffer a spontaneous a heart attack and you could free this poor guy from your clumsy conversation.

"It's worth it though", you decided to say, your edges softening all at once, at the mention of your mutual friend. "Just to see him be all smiley and happy. He deserves it, I'm so proud of him."

There was something so inherently vulnerable about sharing fondness for the same person, you mused, even among strangers. Pride and genuine happiness beamed in your chest, and for a heartbeat you felt as bright and happy as Mingyu. "I've been telling him the same thing for months now, but it almost seems like he was willing to believe you more than me."

If he was agitated, he did a great job hiding that. His words were free of malice, merely curiosity peeking its head through some syllables. Yet all you could do is stare dumbly. "Should I be flattered or worried, knowing that you were just lurking in some corner, watching us? Very James Bond villain of you."

"I'd rather see you flattered than anything", the question left him unfazed, shame nowhere in sight. You pouted at the lack of effect your words had on him. In the short while you had gotten to know Wonwoo Last-Name-Unknown, he managed to coax shame, annoyance, and now, a third emotion (one that made your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up) out of you. What a terrible man he proved himself to be, not even possessing the courtesy to pretend.

From the corner of your vision, you saw his smirk deepen, before asking you, "Would it be terribly forward to ask for your number?"

"It would be", you decided, without further thought to his question, suppressing your smile with effort. "But I'm quick to forgive the faux pas."

His phone felt foreign in your hands, as he produced it from seemingly out of nowhere, pressing his thumb to the side, black screen lighting up. To your disappointment, you noticed the default homescreen, the brightness taunting any hope you had to gain insight into his character. Even with a name to his chiselled features, your Mystery Man seemed intent on remaining a stranger to you. His facade so clean, it was hard not to pay mind to the eerie feeling creeping up your spine. A puzzle waiting to be solved, you thought to yourself.

His smile was surprisingly shy, after you'd typed in both name and number into his contacts, fingertips brushing against you a bit too long, as you handed him his phone. "We'll stay in touch." And once again - His tone left no room for argument.

"Okay, boss", you snorted at his all too formal goodbye, granting him one last smile, before turning on your heel, heading into another direction. It felt almost impossible to force the wave of giddiness down your throat, reminding yourself that you don't, in fact, know this guy. You'd grant him the honour of giggles and shy glances, once he'd actually take you out on a date. Or well, if he'd actually take you out.

Mingyu didn't seem all too disappointed, when you'd told him that you would head home for the day, too occupied entertaining both, friends and art lovers. A wave of nostalgia washed over you briefly. Or was it regret? It was hard to tell.

"Text me, okay?", he said with puppy dog eyes. "Promise!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die- I promise", you grinned in return. "Have fun, Monet."

And you could swear, that for a second, you heard a, now familiar, deep voice chuckle in delight. You tried to disregard your glowing cheeks, as you slipped through the glass door, exiting the building.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Blue must have always been your favourite color to work with.

Even during your middle school years, you'd found the depth of it soothing. Dark, ominous waves that house secrets no one will ever know. Or in contrast, the sky on a sunny day, assuring you that this, will surely be your day. So you'd picked up your crayons, your paint or your ballpoint pen and you drew, knowing that if you didn't bring the emotion you held onto paper, they'd be lost forever.

Your mother had called it, your "Blue Period". Strange, considering you had yet to move on to a different color. But who knew? Perhaps you'd grow tired of the depths and the levity, craving intense red or regal purple in your life instead. Perhaps...

Perhaps one day, when the want to venture out will drown out comfort and safety. Until then, you'd be content with blue.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Your chest was heaving up and down as you leaned against the doorframe of your apartment, feeling your heartbeat drum against your skull. "Fuck me", you panted.

"Yeah, that's what jogging does to someone", Jeonghan smirks, very happy with himself, while eyeing your sweaty form. Despite it being past noon, he was still in his PJs, the plaid ones that you'd gifted him last year to his birthday, sporting a self satisfied expression on his delicate features.

You recalled the first time you'd met him. Gyu had left you to your own devices at some frat party, letting you stroll around to either cause mayhem or make new friends. At the time, you'd thought Jeonghan was the most angelic looking guy, you'd ever laid your eyes upon in your life, smiling at you with half lidded eyes, red solo cup in hand. That impression quickly changed, his catty remarks ("And you believed what Joshua told you, Channie? That's so brave of you.") having sparked a whole fist fight amongst the surrounding guys - The reason? He'd wanted an excuse to go home unnoticed.

"Not all of us wanna- oh shit-", you gulped for air, lungs stinging in protest, sweat dripping from your hairline, down to your brow. You could already hear the shower calling to you. "-have the constitution of an old lady, Hannie."

"I'm so proud of you for fighting against your old lady nature then."

Groaning at his retort, you pushed past him into your - suspiciously quiet - shared apartment. Reaching for the zipper of your jacket, you asked, "Didn't you mention that - Layla? Mary? - Wanted to come over this weekend?"

A shrug on his side, pushing the front door closed with a shove of his hips. "Layla", Jeonghan clarified. "Mary was the one from the Christmas party two months ago. Keep up, will you."

"Right, yeah. My bad."

"And yeah... but no. No." His eyes were cast down, a sudden interest in the pattern of the old floorboards, lips pressed into a fine line.

There was no need to explain any further than the look on his face. Layla had been sweet from what you remembered. Maybe even one of your favourites in the long line of girls, he'd introduced you to in the past year or so. "Shit, I'm sorry, Hannie. You okay?"

A non committal shrug. "Oh well, what can you do."

Sometimes you found yourself envying Jeonghan's tumultuous love life. No matter how fun the conversations or how good the sex was, he always put himself first. Because why spend too much time agonizing over someone who yearns for fundamentally different things in life? I'm not one to waste a girl's time, Jeonghan had told you after a particular rough breakup. At the very most, he found his pride wounded - But he always managed to bounce back regardless.

Your love life stood in stark contrast to his.

"Before I forget", Jeonghan shuffled next to you, head pointing to your phone on the kitchen counter. "Ya got a missed call - If it's my sister again, asking about her computer, tell her to shoo."

Rolling your eyes, you huffed out a breathless laugh, slipping your jacket off your shoulders as you made your way to the kitchen. You grabbed your blinking phone, notifying you of 'two missed calls' in the last hour. "Why do I have to be the middle man between you guys?", you frowned at the unknown number glaring at you. "Who the fuck..."

Quick to change the subject, Jeonghan hopped onto the corner, peaking over your shoulder. "Oooo, is someone in trouble?", he teased, practically glowing at the opportunity for mischief. "Or is it the guy from Mingyu's thing? Did you give him your number or did he-"

"Oh! I completely forgot- Oh fuck, what if it's him?" It wasn't that he'd actually slipped your mind after your encounter, you were just convinced that after a week - nine days to be exact - that'd be a clear indicator of his lack of interest. The sting of rejection would definitely hurt less by trying to erase him from your memory. "Should I text him? Call back? What if it isn't even him? Oh my god, Hannie! What the fuck should I do?"

Relishing in your flustered state, your roommate gloated. "Text back. If it's actually him, then he has some nerve calling after two weeks of radio silence. Bad move."

"It hasn't even been two weeks."

"So?" Jeonghan raised his brows, tilting his head to the side. "And let him explain himself, that could be funny."

Getting an explanation did sound rather tempting. But wouldn't that seem too much? You hadn't told Mingyu about Wonwoo hitting on you, moreso focused on praising his artworks and all the hard work he put into the Vernissage. So, you were still just as clueless about him as you'd been the day you met him.

Undeniably, there was something exciting about it all. The only thing that served as a connection between you being a mutual friend, but other than that? You were still completely oblivious about him - what he did as a job, where he's from, what his last name is. Your nerves tingled at the thrill of it, all previous exhaustion shed, teeth sinking into the flesh of your cheeks.

"I'd offer to call him instead, but I have a feeling he'll be able to tell it's not you on the other end of the line."

You started laughing at the thought alone, shoving him playfully. "I'm having a crisis, stop being funny!"

A few of Han's ex girlfriends, and even some of your own ex flings, had very readily complained about the bond you shared with each other. You weren't one to blame them for assuming - even though they couldn't be more wrong. There had never even a figment of a moment, where you even considered starting a romantic connection. Jeonghan wasn't your type and you weren't his either, no doubt about that.

"No, you know what? Fuck it", you sighed, your roommate hollering in response, celebrating your newfound courage. Without wasting any more thought, you pressed on the phone number, thumbs forming a quick sentence.

[y/n - 13:11] hi, sorry who is this?

Glancing over your shoulder to the text you'd typed out, Jeonghan could barely contain a snort. "Aw, I was hoping you'd call."

"Next time I'll just force you to imitate-", your eyes went wide as the screen turned black, phone buzzing in your hand. With one last panicked glance at a way too giddy friend, you pressed 'accept' with sweaty fingers.

"Hello, y/n speaking."

"Ah- Hi. This is Wonwoo", the vaguely familiar timber of his voice, almost made you gasp out in delight, heart already aching from all the anxiety and delight. Upon your reaction, Han shuffled even closer towards you, set on listening in on your conversation. "Mingyu's friend?", Wonwoo added after some brief silence.

"Yeah! Hi, yeah I remember! I was kinda being stupid and and left my phone, while I was out..." You hated how nervous you sounded, even to your own ears, looking for excuses when he was the one who kept you waiting. Your roommate seemed to share the sentiment, his glare way too reminiscent of a teacher scolding his student for a stupid question.

"No, please. It's...", he trailed off. "Actually, can you give me moment? I'll be right with you." The other line went quiet for a moment, aside from the sound of papers rustling. Was he at work? What kind of office work might he be doing? If he was yet another finance bro, you'd lose the number as soon as possible. You heard a soft voice mumble something next to your Mystery Man, asking him - or rather a certain 'Mr Jeon'- to sign some document.

Next to you, Jeonghan's head snapped toward you in an instance, eyes wide as he mouthed to you 'Jeon Wonwoo?' in absolute shock. Confusion was plastered all across your face, nodding your head to the unspoken question. "What?", you asked, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. Instead of providing you an answer, he pulled out his own phone, thumbs furiously typing away into the Google search bar.

"Hi again. So sorry, I'm still at the office", you almost jumped at Wonwoo's voice, sounding oh so husky and tired so close to your ear.

The smile tugging on your lips was involuntary, yet still very evident. "No worries."

He cleared his throat. "I know it's been a while, but I was wondering-", Jeonghan shoved his phone into your face, making you blink. Oh. Oh. His device displayed a very professional looking photograph of the same handsome looking man you'd met at Mingyu's Vernissage - hair just as dark, same glasses on his nose. Though what caught your eye next was the headline above his head, reading in big bold letters 'Jeon Wonwoo's rise to success! Son of Billionaire Dynasty shares his Secrets'. You felt the blood drain from your face, thoughts spinning a thousand miles an hour as you tried to process what you've read without a total mental breakdown. This couldn't be real, right? This must be some sick and twisted joke Hannie was playing on you to get back at you for something, you'd already forgotten anyway. There was no way that-

"Y/N?", you snapped back into reality, mouth feeling dryer than ever. "Still there? Should I call back another time?"

"Mhm, yeah!", you squeaked. "M- My roommate is just being annoying - What were you saying?"

Han's shock warped into sheer amusement, body shaking with the laughter he tried to muffle by pressing his palm against his mouth. You, on the other hand, felt like you were on the verge of a very serious mental breakdown. "I said, I'd like to take you out for a coffee", he repeated himself again. "I have a proposal, I'd like to talk to you about."

'A proposal?' Your eyes shot back to your friend, as if he'd magically know the details to Wonwoo's request. "Yeah, I- Sure", you willed your voice to stay as steady as possible, trying to ignore the slight waver in tone.

"Can you do today at five? I'll text you the details, of course." You couldn't stand how casual he sounded, compared to you. Was this a regular thing for him? Picking up women left and right? Paying them to hook up with him? Oh god, was he going to pay you to hook up with him? Was he one of those rich perverts, trying to indulge in some weird, funky kinks with no name people like you? You felt like crying.

"C- can we do six? I'm all sweaty", cringing at your own statement, you winced. "... From the workout. I was working out. If you couldn't tell."

And despite all the worries and anxiety, your heart still leapt, when you heard him chuckle into his phone, heat radiating off your face. "I'll choose to believe you for now. Should we do dinner instead?"

"Sounds great!" Jeonghan grabbed your shoulder, almost vibrating with joy.

"I'll text you the details - See you there?"

"Yep! Bye!" With the press of a shaky finger, you hung up.

The silence that followed was deafening, you and your friend staring at each other as though the other had grown a second head. Your nerves felt fried just from the phone conversation alone, your mind overwhelmed with every little emotion that had passed through you. Physical exhaustion had nothing on the numb feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. "Fuck", Jeonghan was the first to speak, his smile almost manic. "I can't believe, you're going to become a Sugar Baby."

"I'm going to die, Hannie! Die! What the fuck?! Why did I agree to this?!" Your body slumped into the kitchen counter, pressing your damp forehead against the cool granite.

"Because you're a smart independent lady, who knows an opportunity when she sees one", You could practically hear the smile in his voice. "Now get dolled up, babe, if you're lucky we don't have to pay rent anymore."

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Stiff fingers clutched the cool metal of your spoon, nervously shifting in your seat. Your lipgloss coated lips stretching into a shy smile, whenever you felt Wonwoo's eyes linger on you a second too long. This means nothing, you tried to remind yourself, ignoring the searing in your chest.

Jeonghan had tried his very best to convince you to go all on out with your outfit and makeup choices. And while you understood his motivation, you'd known how cheap you'd feel by trying to look fuckable enough for your date to pay for you. Date... If that is, what you could call it. "Mingyu's told me a lot about you", he said

"You asked him about me?" You noticed his ears turn a shade of pink as he shook his head, smiling. "You came up naturally."

Your shoulders tensed up, glancing downward to avoid any scrutiny or judgement. By all means, it shouldn't come to you as a surprise that Mingyu had mentioned you. He had seemed quite excited to see you attend his event, his enthusiasm a bright beacon of joy. You had no right to feel ashamed - or to hope Wonwoo didn't think any less of you for ghosting your mutual friend for years for some petty, personal feelings. But still, there was growing discomfort - Or was it shame? - within you that was only hard to ignore.

"Well? Do I need to plan his very brutal murder or send him a thank you letter?", you joked half heartedly.

That earned you yet another smile. You could really get used to the sight. "He told me about your art, actually. Showed me a few of your paintings too."

Your spoon hit the the edge of your plate with a loud 'clank', cheeks feeling way too hot as you gawked at him. "M- My paintings?" Whatever you'd expected to hear him say tonight, commenting on your artwork had somehow completely eluded your imagination. Instead, a myriad of horrors had played non-stop in your mind, doing its best to convince you, that this evening would either end with you murdered or, even worse, heartbroken.

"Come on, you're looking at me like I just told you pigs could fly", Wonwoo chuckled, both his tone and his gaze soft. "I liked them quite a lot."

"Oh", you muttered. "Thank you. I just... didn't expect him to mention my art."

"Artists are quick to recognize each other, I've found." Your eyes were fixed on his face then, a knowing smirk playing on the edge of his lips, as he shoveled another bite of his steak into his mouth. The compliment reached your heart first, engulfing you in a warm ray of light, while you could only nod in response. An insufficient form of gratitude, though Wonwoo didn't seem to mind. "How come you're so sassy and confident but turn shy at any genuine compliment?"

"I just don't respond well to cocky flirting. Bad habit, I guess?", you decided to play bold, having grown tired of the timid anxiety plaguing you.

But your partner seemed to be familiar with that game, your defiance only causing him to deepen his smirk. "Bad habits do die hard."

Raising your glass to your lips to mask your smile, you let him have his little moment of victory. Even if short lived. The back and forth was invigorating for sure - A welcome change, compared to all the boring dates you'd been on with men you hadn't even liked in the first place. You exhaled through your nose at the reminder alone. "But back on topic", Wonwoo adjusted his glasses. "Am I correct in assuming, you're not a full time artist?"

The wine tasted bitter to your tongue, making it hard to swallow it down. "Hm- No, unfortunately not."

"I see", he hummed. "I don't know if Mingyu's mentioned my line of work..."

This wasn't a line of questions you'd expected on a date. Business proposal? Your head felt too heavy on your shoulders, as your fingers ran over the neckline of your too tight dress. "Hannie- I mean um. My roommate told me."

Something dark flashed in his eyes, before he continued on. "Then you must also be aware of my financial status."

You nodded. "I am, yeah."

"Good. Spares me all the explaining", he joked, without much humor. "I'd like to sponsor you."

Your shoulders slumped, fingers, still toying with the fabric of your dress, going stiff all of a sudden. This wasn't just the wine talking, was it? "Oh."

This was a once in your life time opportunity, Jeonghan would never hear the end of it. This was everything you had spent nights crying over, thinking life was just so unfair. This could be everything to you. But then, why was it, that you felt like submerging your head in water, until you'd stop breathing? You were supposed to to be happier than this. Thankful too. Weren't you?

"Shit- I'm sorry, sponsor me?", you leaned toward Wonwoo, scanning for any trace of mockery or jest in his expression. "I don't wanna seem unappreciative but- You really want to sponsor me? There's a catch, right? There has to be."

Crossing his long legs, he didn't seem to shy away from your curiosity, not one to be intimidated easily. It did make sense - A business man, confronted with cutthroat competition on a daily, wouldn't really feel intimidated by some nervous no-name artist. The image of him posing on the cover of some important magazine surfaced in your mind again. "Ah, it's probably wiser to not trust offers like this at first, I can't blame you," He leaned forward in his seat. "My motivation's simple. I think you have great potential - You're a pretty lady with a lot of talent. I'd like to see you taken care of."

"Like some kind of sugar daddy?", the realization of your question hit you like a truck. your face feeling heated as you pressed your lips together, as though you could stop yourself from further embarrassment by physically silencing yourself.

Wonwoo, to your luck, merely grinned at the questions. "I mean- if you'd like that to be my official title, we can arrange that."

"Stop making fun of me!", you huffed with a pout on your lips, giggles threatening to burst past your lips. "Or- Are you not joking? Is this like a Shades of Grey fetish thing?"

"Listen", his voice fell into a hushed tone, fixing you with his gaze alone. "I'd like to spend more time with you - Doesn't mean that I'll give you a couple hundred everytime you flash me."

Spend more time with you? It felt unnecessarily difficult to think straight with his face being so close to your own, the dark brown in his eyes so alluring and warm. Gnawing on the inside of your cheeks, you furrowed your brows. It'd be a lie to say, you wouldn't like you two to grow closer. Why hope for a relationship, when this was the more sensible - more lucrative - way for you? No hurt feelings and no more financial struggles. Why hesitate? Jeonghan would kill you, if he were aware that you had any doubts about the deal. "So... You'd pay me to spend time with you? And to paint?"

"I'm not going to force you to spend time with me, if that's your question."

"No, I mean", it would prove to be an impossible task not to flush as you continued on, "This is something... not physical then? A business deal, only?"

And for the first time this evening, it was you that rendered Wonwoo speechless as he paused, his smirk slowly fading away. Instead of the self assured art snob and business man you've come to know, he appeared almost timid, insecure even, his ears blooming a pretty shade of pink. "Deals are... less complicated", his voice trailed off, gaze unfocused, sipping on his wine. "But no, this can be whatever you'd like it to be. Whatever you're comfortable with. I'd merely want to support you, if you allow me."

He was right, you knew that he was. Businesses and contracts might be a language you weren't acquainted with, but you knew the heartache of failed relationships all too well. And even if Wonwoo apparently wasn't one to kiss and tell, he seemed to be no stranger to that pain. The quiet chatter of the restaurant felt so distant in this moment. His fingers felt warm as his pinky brushed against your own, his eyes searching yours. "What do you say?", he asked, both his hands and his tone so very careful.

This was supposed to be easier, why did the words taste so heavy in your mouth? A reluctant smile, but bright nontheless. "I'd like that."

His eyes lit up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." What could go wrong?

#wonwoo x reader #wonu x reader #svt x reader #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #wonu smut #wonu fluff #listen ik this is neither fluff nor smut really i just have no idea how to tag this one #svt smut #seventeen x reader

[slytherinshua]

[ 7:38pm ]

As soon as Wonwoo walked through the door, he knew something was off. Setting down his coat and keys, he walked further into the entryway until he located you curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your legs and head resting on your knees. He could see your body shake from your sobs, and the sight broke his heart.

He was at your side immediately, placing a gentle hand on your back and rubbing soothing circles, whispering what was wrong, hoping to calm you down as fast as he could. He hated seeing you cry more than anything. He wanted to take away all your pain and protect you from the world.

"Love, please tell me what's wrong. I don't know what to do if you don't tell me." He pleaded quietly with you now that you had stopped crying as much. He sat next to you on the couch, slowly moving your hands that were hiding your tear-stricken face. He gently swiped his thumb along your cheek, wiping away the last of the tears, frowning at your sad expression.

You tried to mumble out your worries and how awful your day had been going since you had woken up— how it had just gotten worse the more it went on and how much you had missed him.

It was hard to get your thoughts across with how much your voice stuttered and stumbled over your words, your throat hiccuping and your eyes welling up with more tears. Once Wonwoo thought he had gotten the gist of it, he pulled you back into his arms, hugging you tighter than before.

"It'll be okay, sweetheart. I'm here now. I'll cheer you up."

He littered kisses along your face and whispered compliments and teasing remarks into your ear. 'Don't cry, you look ugly when you cry' - and when you let out a little noise of protest from the teasing, he took it back, saying, 'you know you are always the most beautiful human in my eyes'.

With enough whispered words of comfort, being surrounded completely in his strong arms and lovely scent hitting your nose, and his sweet kisses to your temple and cheek, you started to feel a bit better. He had a talent to make everything seem okay somehow. no matter how hard the day started out, Wonwoo was always able to make those worries seem insignificant. You could get through anything as long as you were in his arms.

"I love you, you know?"

"I know, Wonwoo. I love you too. Thank you."

"For what?" He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. You were still in his arms, not wanting to leave his side for even a second.

"For making it seem a bit better."

"Anything for you."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ svt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-redhair,, @ddeonudepressions,, @hannahsophie0103,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @shuabby1994,, @icyminghao

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: from this req.

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[orenjae]

GAM3BO1 (wonwoo)

pairing : gamer!wonwoo x fem!reader genre : romance, (slight) fluff, pining!au, gamer!au word count : 3415

You can’t exactly remember the exact moment you realized that you were already catching feelings for user onewoo#1015.

Uhuh, you read that right.

onewoo#1015 — his username on the FPS game you’re currently obsessed with playing these days. So obsessed that you can no longer stop yourself from playing that game that there came a time where you got teamed up with this particular guy having a god-tier level of skills when it comes to playing.

The next thing you knew, the both of you were playing a couple of rounds for hours until the two of you became a duo playing that game.

helianthus#6199 : hey, i was wondering if you have discord?

onewoo#1015 : yep, i have.

onewoo#1015 : what’s yours? wait, let me add you.

helianthus#6199 : orenjies#9169

That’s where it all started—from talking about  game obsessions and other random stuff about yourselves into deep conversations. Weeks turned into months and the both of you became a solid duo in playing that game, acing every round together.

“You really are good with this, huh?” you told him with a hint of amazement in your voice.

His skills when it comes to gaming were pretty much remarkable and of course, commendable. With the level of his skills, he could actually be a professional gamer at that point.

“I’ve been dedicating my whole life into this…” he replied over the call, letting out a small chuckle.

The both of you were on Discord, mainly using it for comms whenever the both of you are on game. But lately, there has been some deep talks going on between the two of you as you’ve grown fond of each other after playing for quite some time now.

“Yah, really?”

“Aish, stop being so serious all the time.” He laughed.

You swore his laugh sounded so heavenly that you thought your heart almost dropped when you heard it. Even his deep voice matches the way he laughs. onewoo#1015 cleared his throat before speaking once again. 

“But on a more serious note, I’ve been really trying to get into the pro scene…”

“With skills like yours, I highly doubt that wouldn’t be impossible.”

He let out another sexy chuckle. Yup, real sexy one. The both of you were playing one round, open mic. You honestly find it more fun to play that game with someone while going through some little chats about yourselves. 

“You’re pretty good yourself too, I should say.”

Blood started rushing upwards to your cheeks, making it blush. You admit that you were no good at this game when you started playing it. However, after playing with him countless times already, you could say that you learned a lot from him somehow—game wise.

“Stop flattering me, onewoo! I might just get better than you.”

The both of you came into an agreement that there wouldn’t be any disclosure of real names between the two of you. Ever since you met him, you’ve only known and addressed him using his game user ID. Him being onewoo#1015 and you as helianthus#6199, or helianthus as he would simply call you.

“Helianthus-ssi.” 

“Hmm?” You hummed as you tried to aim for the target to get the kill to which you swiftly succeeded. “Ha!”

“We’ve been playing for months now, right?” He asked out of the blue, making your brows furrow in confusion.

“Yup, what about it?”

“Uh…” he uttered, obviously struggling to find the right words to say to you. “Shit, how do I say this uh…”

It made you chuckle a bit, hearing him say that. He sounded so frustrated by the sound of his voice and the way he said it, growing your curiosity bit by bit.

“Say what?”

“It’s just that…”

A smile slowly crept into your face. What is he so shy about? Wondering, you start to realize that this was actually the first time he’s been like this towards you.

 “Hey, it’s alright. You can tell me.”

A deep sigh was heard on the other line.

“Perhaps, do you want to meet?” He finally asked, letting out a huge amount of air that has been trapped in his lungs.

And that kids, is how user onewoo#1015 attempted to make the first move to you. You can’t stop yourself from blushing the moment he asked you. How can you not? You’re totally crushing on him, for goodness sake. You wouldn’t spend a lot of time playing with him if you didn’t have the hots for him.

“Ahhh, jinjja!”

Your hands were cold, that’s for sure. Not to mention, shaking at the same time. It’s summer and yet you’re feeling like the first snowdrop will fall anytime soon. You took a deep breath before pulling the door of the café open, slipping inside.

Clutching your phone close to your chest, your eyes began to wander across the whole room to find a seemingly familiar face that you meticulously examined on the avatar of his game profile.

“Helianthus-ssi?”

Twirling around, your head automatically turned towards the familiar voice coming from behind. Your eyes widened a bit as you caught sight of him.

There he was standing before you. User onewoo#1015 is one hell of a hottie. It was as if your eyes glimmered the moment you saw him in front of you. 

“Y-You’re onewoo?”

He nodded his head as a boyish smile crossed his charming face, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. You almost swore to the heavens, your heart started to race wildly by just seeing him smile.

“Shall we sit?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he led you towards a vacant table near the corner. The two of you had always found it comfortable to sit right where you could watch people from the window as they pass by.

“I really do think your name has woo in it…” you spoke, breaking the silence between the two of you. One thing you noticed about this cold-looking guy, he’s shy in person. 

A small smile crossed his face as he fixed his specs, sliding it up. 

“I’m Wonwoo…” he says, extending his hand for a shake. “Jeon Wonwoo. Sorry I forgot to introduce.”

He looked so shy as he lowered his head slightly, hiding his embarrassment with a sheepish smile. His cuteness made you chuckle. Despite the icy aura his features give off, you start to realize that maybe it was just all a façade. 

“Nice to finally know your name, Wonwoo-ssi.”

“Drop the formalities. We’re just around the same age.” He chuckled. “How about yours? I assume you love sunflowers…”

Now that piqued your interest. His lips curved into a mischievous smile. Letting out a small smile in return, you nodded your head as a response.

“It’s Y/N,” you said, eyes meeting with his. And for the first time, you felt your heart skip a beat. Oh, no.

“H-How did you know I love sunflowers?”

“I’m taking a pre-medical course so scientific names aren’t foreign to me.”

Your mouth instantly formed into the shape of an O. It’s the first time you heard about that and you can’t believe that after months of talking, the both of you haven’t talked about that yet.

“Oh, god. I can’t believe we haven’t talked about this one. You too?” You asked with excitement filling your voice. 

His right brow raised a bit as his eyes began to question.

“What do you mean? You are too?”

You nodded, smiling. Now, this is getting more interesting. For months, you’ve found out a lot of similarities between the two of you—you both can’t eat seafood. But one thing the two of you had in common was your love for cats and now this.

After meeting with him that day, you learned so much about Wonwoo. There’s no doubt how the both of you got into this situation. You became, not just playmates in the game, but also study buddies the moment you both learned you’re under the same program while going to two different universities. Nevertheless, that didn’t become an issue for the both of you to study together.

“Are you done with pharmacology already?” He asked you, removing his round glasses to rest his eyes a bit from reading too much.

You let out a small groan, trying to release all your stress and frustrations about that goddamn subject. You shook your head and gave him a sad smile.

“Almost. You?”

He stared at you. No response, no anything. He just sat there and stared at you, making you wonder if you have something weird on your face. Your forehead creases as you question him using your eyes. 

“Can we just take a break and play a round or two?” 

How can you say no? Closing your books, the both of you plopped yourselves in front of the television as Wonwoo turned the console on. What’s supposed to be just one round turned into three before the both of you went back to studying.

“Want me to help you study?” He asked in the middle of your study sesh, causing you to divert your eyes from the thick textbook you’re reading.

Wonwoo had already closed his textbook and tucked his handouts in his bag. You figured he was already done reviewing, also the reason why he’s offering some help.

“Is it okay? I’m kinda struggling with the calculations…” you shyly replied.

One thing about you, you hate mathematics. And who said there’s no math in pharmacy school? With all these dose calculations you have to deal with, you started to doubt. But for someone who likes to read and study like Wonwoo, sure everything seems basic.

He lets out a chuckle before snatching your handouts away from you.

“Aish, let me help you with that!”

“You just want me to finish studying so that we can play after…” you pouted, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

He paused to look at you, his eyes meeting yours. There’s something about the way he looks at you that doesn’t fail to take your breath away.

“Glad you’re aware.” He said before getting the scientific calculator from you and started reading out problems from the handout.

Another good thing about Jeon Wonwoo, he basically knows a lot of stuff. Some people say intelligence is sexy and you couldn’t agree more. You became so engrossed with dose calculations when Wonwoo started helping you out with it. The next thing you knew, he was already done teaching you and just letting you solve the problems on your own with the method he just taught you. Wonwoo was just sitting there beside you, checking how you solve the problems one by one.

“Thank you for helping me out!”

Wonwoo shrugged, lips curved into a smirk. You swore you wouldn’t be able to finish those problems without his help.

“What are friends for?” 

Yup, friends. Felt like a reality check on your part but he was just stating the truth. As a matter of fact, you have a lot to thank Wonwoo about.

“Let me carry your bag…” he suddenly said, trying to get your tote bag from you. “You look tired.”

You gave him a glare. 

“Why? I can manage.”

Rolling his eyes a bit, Wonwoo swiftly snatched your tote bag away from you. You could only sigh in defeat as he hung the straps on his shoulder, lips curving into a playful smirk. He winked at you before turning his back to walk, leaving you dumbfounded.

Did he just?

“What the hell was that?” 

You placed your arms on your waist and asked. The question alone got him walking back to you.

“What the hell was what?”

“Did you just wink at me?”

He leaned in closer. Both your faces were only a few inches away, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. You could almost smell his perfume and his minty breath the moment he spoke.

“So what if I did?”

“Y-Yah!”

Wonwoo flashed a smile before he stepped back, starting to walk again. You stood frozen on that spot. Lately you have been noticing him doing stuff that you find really odd of him. It’s not something he would do but he’s been acting strangely clingy these days.

“Are you coming?” He asked as he looked back at you, getting you back on your senses.

But Wonwoo is Wonwoo. He may seem unpredictable at times but one thing for sure, he doesn’t fail to make your heart skip everytime he does things.

Senior year in college surely is hard as it seemed at first. A challenging one, you should say. From doing research papers, going through internships and answering loads and loads of quizzes and exams. It has been a hell of a year. All the sleepless nights and sudden breakdowns totally paid off the moment you stood in front of the full-length mirror. A proud smile crossed your face upon seeing your reflection, finally wearing your graduation toga. 

“Y/N-ah, are you ready?”

You heard your mom ask from downstairs. Quickly gathering the rest of your stuff, you sling your bag on your shoulders before going out of your room. The moment you went down, you were welcomed by your mother’s hug.

“Aigoo, look at my daughter…” she mumbled with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Eh, eomma. Don’t cry!”

“Ah, by the way! Wonwoo’s here.”

Your heart skipped upon the mention of his name. Not that the feeling is foreign. You’re kind of getting used to it nowadays. The thought of Wonwoo waiting for you in the living area made you march your way towards where he is. You found him silently sitting on the couch as he patiently waited for you.

“Wonu-yah…”

He instantly turned his head to look at you, eyes immediately meeting yours. He had his hair brushed up while looking undeniably dashing even if he’s just wearing a semi-formal fit.

“Y/N…” 

He stopped for a while and looked at you—seemingly mesmerized. Your cheeks started to heat up with the way he looked at you. It was if his eyes were all glued up to you. Trying to break the awkward silence between the two of you, you cleared your throat.

“Sorry. It’s just that you look beautiful.” Wonwoo told you as he put up a shy boyish smile while scratching the back of his head.

You let out a small chuckle, trying to hide your rosy cheeks.

“Thank you?”

As promised, Wonwoo was there at your graduation ceremony and days from now, it’ll be his turn. The both of you promised to be there at each other’s graduation.

“Oh, before I forget…” he turned to get the bouquet of flowers sitting on the couch next to where he was sitting earlier before handing it to you. “Congratulations on your graduation!”

You start to wonder how come you didn’t notice the set of sunflowers sitting next to him. But he just did give you flowers, making your knees weak. You almost teared up the moment you received the flowers from him. It was your first time to ever receive one and to think it was Wonwoo who did it first.

“Thank you. Oh my god, these are beautiful!”

“Look at you two! Why don’t you two take a photo together?” Your mom chirped in, coming out from nowhere while holding a polaroid camera in her hand.

The both of you stood there as your mother tried to take a photo. After what seemed like a lot of hesitations, you felt Wonwoo’s arms snake around your waist as he gently pulled you closer. You and Wonwoo posed for a photo taken by your mother, to which you silently prayed to turn out real nice.

“Will you be there at my graduation?” He asks you as he walks with you towards the car.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

A smile crossed his face as he held your free hand with his. Butterflies began to swarm across your stomach as you felt light jolts of electricity running through your spine with just a single touch. He stopped on his tracks causing you to do the same and faced to look at you. He stared deeply into your eyes as a smile slowly crept into his face.

“I’m so proud of you…” he whispered as he leaned in a bit.

His eyes were drawing yours to look at them as if they were meaning to tell you something. 

“You know I could’ve done it if it weren’t for you. So, thank you…” 

“Are you seriously thanking me? It was all you who made it, silly.” He chuckled, touching the tip of your nose with his point finger. 

Your family decided to throw a graduation party for you. Your mom pretty much invited a couple of relatives and close friends. Of course, Wonwoo is there. There’s no way he wouldn’t be. The both of you were sitting on the swing on the front porch of your house, telling random stories to each other.

“Don’t you want to go inside?” Wonwoo asked.

“It’s pretty crowded there.”

“Right…” he muttered under his breath. “You’re claustrophobic, how could I forget?”

A small chuckle slipped through your mouth. Wonwoo may seem cold because of his icy aura, but no. If anything, he’s the most sensitive and thoughtful person you have ever known. He could be a bit introverted at times but you could see how he’s trying to open up with you.

“Thank you for the flowers, by the way,” you told him after remembering how happy you were to receive those beautiful sunflowers from him. “I loved it, really.”

“I’m glad you loved it…” he replied with a proud smile forming on his lips. “I woke up early just to get them. They run out pretty fast these days. And seriously, who starts a ceremony that early?!”

That made you laugh. You exhaled and looked up at the stars.

“You really didn’t have to but you still did anyway.” 

You were thankful to have him there with you. Not just right at the moment but in your life. You couldn’t imagine what life would be if you didn’t bump into him in that game. It has always been your what-if—if you didn’t get teamed up with him.

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

The same butterflies you used to feel whenever you’re with him were right there once again. The both of you went silent after that as your mind tried to process the words which came out from him just now. You can’t stop your blood from rushing into your cheeks. After contemplating for a bit, you hesitantly looked at him.

“W-What do you mean?”

Wonwoo looked back at you, suddenly feeling the same electricity that you felt earlier.

“You know what…” he began to say. “No matter how hard I try to come up with the right words to say, it’s just now that I realized that there isn’t really a perfect way to say this.”

“Say what?”

“I like you.” He said, looking straight in your eyes. “I really like you.”

Wonwoo. The great Jeon Wonwoo is… confessing. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The only thing you could ever focus on was him and the wild beating of your heart.

“I know I’m being too risky for saying this and might seem fast but I just wanted to let you know. You don’t have to feel the same way. It’s alright if you can’t recip—”

I don’t know about you but some people say that the best way to make someone shut up is to kiss them. Well, you’re one of those people who believed in that saying and so you took their advice.

“It might not seem like it, but you do talk a lot sometimes, Jeon Wonwoo.”

“You kissed me…”

Wonwoo, still left in the daze, stared at you in disbelief.

“So what if I did?” You flashed him a playful smile.

“That was my first kiss!”

“Mine either!” You rebutted then paused when you realized something. “Wait, that was your first?!”

Your eyes immediately widened upon that realization. But you can’t help but feel proud of yourself for being the first lucky girl to claim his lips. 

“So what if it is?”

You smirked at him.

“Let me make sure the last one would still be coming from me…” you replied, leaving him all red.

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[sweetiesicheng]

wonwoo - notes

word count : 575

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you were in the library with your boyfriend. both of you had either assignments to complete or exams to study for. the two of you were sitting at a table together next to a window. there were a few other students studying and bookshelves line up half of the room.

you had your headphones on and had been writing on a piece of paper that you were using as a study sheet. as you were about to move onto the next section, you saw a piece of paper slide into your point of view.

you looked up and smiled at your boyfriend who tried to inconspicuously return to his book from his literature class that he was reading. you looked back down and grabbed the piece of paper, unfolding it and finding a message on it.

-

do you love me?

[ ] yes [ ] no

-

you almost laughed out loud at the adorable note. you picked up your pen again and checked the "yes" box before folding the paper back up and sliding the paper back to your boyfriend.

you decided to take a break from studying and watched your boyfriend. you watched him pick up the paper and unfold it. he smiled and wrote something else on the paper before repeating the actions of handing it to you.

you looked at the paper again to see a second question.

-

what do you want to do for dinner tonight?

[ ] cook at my apartment

[ ] cook at your apartment

[ ] order takeout

[ ] eat at your favorite restaurant

-

you picked up your pen and picked the option you wanted. then you wrote on the paper.

-

that's a lot of options.

-

you slid the paper back to wonwoo, who had gotten up to put the book he was reading back on a nearby shelf. you put some of your things in your backpack to clean the table up a bit, but you left a pen out so you could write back to wonwoo. you started going through your school email on your laptop, replying back to a few people for an event that was happening next month.

wonwoo returned to the table and immediately looked at the paper. you noticed a smile appear on his face again, and he wrote back with his pencil. he slid the paper back, this time without folding it. you looked at the paper.

-

we always need a lot of options when it comes to dinner.

wanna get out of here?

[  ] yes  [  ] no

-

you smiled and stood up, not indicating your choice with a pen mark but physically. wonwoo smiled and also got up from his seat.

"that didn't take long," he quietly whispered.

"well, yea. i'm starving. i think i heard my stomach rumble like twice,” you mentioned and packed up the rest of your stuff while wonwoo put his backpack on.

"dinner on me," he said as you two walked out from the main part of the building and into the lobby.

"treating me to my favorite place? it must be my birthday or something," you said to him as you two were about to exit the building. wonwoo opened the door for you, and you walked out, meeting the frigid temperature that the outside world brought. "fuck, it's so cold," you cursed as you threw your hands in the pocket of your hoodie.

"come on, let's hurry and get in my car," wonwoo said to you as he fished for his keys in his pocket.

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[rinsuniverse]

hii first of all woah i like your writings they’re really comforting i enjoyed reading them so much <333 also if you’re comfortable with it can i request the sick one but it’s reader having their period instead of being sick? maybe with wonwoo or joshua. if not you can write it like the original i’m okay w whatever you’re okay with. have a great day/night <3

period pains with wonwoo! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea! (sorry for the late response, i still have like 10 to go thru!)

i know everyone experiences their periods differently, so i'm just going to depict a period the way i go through mine! i hope that's okay

if not, you can help me understand the specific details you want me to cover, and i can redo this. i really don't mind!

imagine you wake up in a lot of pain

your head is hurting and you're having some bad cramps

you already know you've started your period because you have an app that tracks it and it started the night before

it's still dark outside when you wake up to this pain, but you still get up to change your pad/tampon

you eat something small and take some pain relieving medicine before going back to bed

wonwoo is sleeping on his side of the bed, shifting around once he hears you get back into bed

he reaches over to grab your waist and pull you closer to him, snuggling his head into your chest

"where did you go? it's still so early. are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft with sleep

"just the bathroom and i was hungry," you say, trying not to tell him about your period

you guys have been dating for awhile now, but you still feel kind of awkward whenever you tell him you're on your period

mainly because whenever you do, he kind of internally panics and he doesn't know what to do to help, so then he just kind of sticks to your side all day

and you're kind of scared of him doing that because you're bound to lash out on him with these mood swings

he rubs your waist gently as he falls back asleep

when it is time to get up and get ready for work, you feel like you're dragging yourself around

wonwoo notices right away as you drag your feet and hold a hand over your stomach because you feel nauseated and bloated

"are you okay, y/n?" he asks softly again

you nod, faking a smile. "yeah, just didn't sleep very well."

he nods, coming over to give you a big hug, rocking the two of you back and forth. "i hope you feel better throughout the day. i'll go make you some coffee, okay?"

and he does

you get ready, dressing up well for work and making yourself at least look presentable

"remember, we have plans tonight to go to that fancy restaurant i told you about," he says on his way out of the house

"oh," you nod slowly. "right. i'll meet up with you there after work."

he kisses your forehead and bids you farewell

at work, you kind of push away the pain and the bad symptoms of your period

you get so lost and focused in your work that you don't even notice it most of the time

but towards the end of your shift, the cramps get worse as the ibuprofen wears off

you check your bag for some more, but you notice you left your extra meds and pads in your other purse!

you'll just have to survive the date without any of those things!

you grumble to yourself, feeling the urge to cry because how could you be so irresponsible? you're extra hard on yourself when you're on your period

you head to the restaurant anyway, hoping that nothing bad happens

you decide you should just focus on wonwoo and your conversation!

when you get to the reserved table, he smiles at you, pulling your seat out for you

before you sit down, he tells you to wait

he takes off his long coat and drapes it around your shoulders

"keep that for tonight, okay, darling?" he says into your ear, a cheesy grin on his face

you look at him weird, but sit down anyway

"so how was work?" he asks after ordering you the item on the menu he wanted you to try.

"it was... okay."

"you seem less energetic and bright. are you sure you're okay?"

"you don't have to keep asking. i'm fine," you grumble, fixing the coat on your shoulders

he purses his lips awkwardly

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that," you apologize quickly. "thank you for worrying about me, but don't worry too much, i'm okay."

he nods, then encourages you to tell him all about your day, which you do

as he walks you home, you feel the cramps act up again

you clench at your stomach, taking deep breaths to try and ease the pain

he goes to hold your hand and squeeze it gently

"let's stop at that convenience store, okay?"

you nod, not having the guts to refuse

when he brings you there, he opens his backpack and pulls out a small pouch that's your favorite color and has your name written on it

he hands it to you and smiles

"i'll wait for you out here," he says

you open the pouch to see some pads and tampons

they weren't the brands that you liked, but it still made you furrow your brows and hide a smile

after you took care of yourself in the bathroom, you walked home happily with him

you both were laying in bed and wonwoo suddenly gets up, off of his mobile game

he comes back with a heated stuffed animal and places it on the top of your belly

you move it so it'll comfort where your cramps on bothering you

and he sits down next to you, looking at you

"did i do good? i asked shua hyung about periods," he says, smiling at you with his eyes. "because i felt bad not knowing what the heck to do for that one week every month."

"how did you know?"

"shua told me to set reminders on an app. and your pants also had a stain," he says. "but like- don't be embarrassed. it's normal."

"i'm still embarrassed..."

he looks at you and gives you a smile, leaning in to kiss your nose

"don't be. i'll be embarrassed for you."

"that's not how it works, but thank you."

"i'm working really hard to be the best boyfriend for you, pretty," he says, before laughing.

he goes back to playing a game on his phone.

"just tell me if you need anything. if you get angry or feel like yelling at someone, you can yell at me, okay?"

"wonu, i'm okay, haha, don't worry so much," you say, laughing. "thank you, tho. you're like a little puppy or kitten."

"i'll be a cat."

"that works, too, i guess," you smile.

"now come here, let me kiss you, i'll make the cramps go away."

"wonu, you're in the middle of a game!"

"i can multitask."

wonu might be clueless when it comes to periods, but he does try his hardest for you!

he'll do his own research outside of you so he can be the best boyfriend ever.

thank you so much for the request! feel free to request more, darling ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧)

(p.s. requests are still open! i accept all svt members, though i specialize in writing about woozi. i'm making request guidelines soon! ς(>‿<.))

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[hongcherry]

Enemies to lovers with Wonwoooo! College au!

in a bind | j.ww

You've always been top of your class, but now that position is being threatened by the new transfer. When you start falling behind, you're forced to make a difficult decision: ask for help or admit defeat. (source)

📚 Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader (gn)

📚 Rating/Genres/AUs: PG; Fluff; College au, enemies to lovers

📚 Warnings: None?

📚 Word Count: 1.2k

📚 Author's Note: Oh gosh, this was actually difficult! Wonwoo’s such a sweetie pie, I couldn’t decide what the reader would dislike about him! flbkjfsg but tysm for the request! This combo is so good!

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Ever since Jeon Wonwoo transferred to your college last semester, he’s been a pain in your ass.

And it didn’t help that everyone seemed to like him.

Before he invaded your campus, you were top of your class. You were your professor’s favorite and had your name praised among many. Now, you were sharing those praises, or replaced entirely, with Jeon Wonwoo.

Jeon Wonwoo–the handsome, smart, and laid-back transfer.

It didn’t make sense to you.

Sure, he was smart and maybe even attractive if you forced an objective view, but he wasn’t a class participator like you.

He didn’t answer the professor's questions as often as you. He didn’t participate like you did.

Not to mention most of the students who went to you for tutoring help have flocked to him.

When he first came, you had several classes with him. Now, you only have one. But even then, he’s still taking a lot of the same classes as you, but at different times.

You had told yourself to ignore him and focus on your studies. If you slacked now because of him, you would never forgive yourself. His fame will dull soon. He’s just the shiny new toy. Everyone’s fascination will dim.

Unfortunately, your internal battle with the newbie has affected you more than you’d like to admit. You’ve been so focused on staying number one in your class that you started to put more effort into those classes you’ve been slacking on. So much so that you’ve neglected the one you thought you were ahead in. The one you and Wonwoo have together. Turns out, you can fall behind in the blink of an eye.

Now you’re left with a tough decision.

Should you admit failure and let Wonwoo take over your number one spot in class, or should you ask him for help because he’s the only one who will know everything?

It’s been ten minutes since you sat down a few tables away from Wonwoo. Ten minutes of waiting for his friends to leave, so you could speak to him alone. However, it seems they plan to stay longer than you’re willing to wait.

Time is ticking, and you’re wasting it being a coward.

But it’s not easy to ask for help. Especially, not from him.

You’re supposed to be better. Smarter. You shouldn’t need his help.

Yet you need it now, and despite him being the bane of your academia, he’s the only one you trust who’s capable of helping you get back to the top of the leaderboard.

Huffing silently, you force yourself away from the table and toward him.

His back is turned to you, unable to see you approaching, but somehow, he still senses you near. He turns in his seat to lock eyes with you.

Your steps falter.

You’re at an awkward distance—not too close, but not far enough to act like you are walking past.

You and Wonwoo stare at each other silently.

“Uh,” one of his friends cut in. “Are you here for Wonwoo?”

Your eyes flicker to person briefly. “I—Uh, yeah.”

Wonwoo raises an eye at that, head tilting slightly.

“You here to tell me you got a higher grade than me on the latest test?” Wonwoo teases.

You purse your lips. “I did, but that’s not why I came here.”

A corner of Wonwoo’s mouth lifts in a subtle smirk.

“Congrats,” he says.

You shift your weight, gaze breaking to look around your environment. You had hoped to just ask him your question and go, but whenever you think about asking, your throat closes.

“Thanks,” you mutter.

“So, can I help you?” he wonders.

You swallow and shift your focus back on him. He’s watching you attentively, glasses perched naturally on his nose. Just his looks scream intelligence. Normally, it wouldn’t phase you, but now that you’re here to ask for help, you feel inferior.

“Can I talk to you in private?” you ask, not feeling comfortable with the several pairs of eyes on you.

Wonwoo nods and dismisses himself from his friends. He leads you a few feet away, hands tucked in his pockets as he waits for you to speak.

“Look, I know we haven’t always seen eye-to-eye, but I—uh, I—” you stutter.

Wonwoo waits patiently, not seeming annoyed at your hesitation.

“I—Will you stop looking at me like that!” you finally huff.

Wonwoo’s brows furrow as he stifles a laugh. “W-what? What’s wrong with me looking at you?”

“It’s annoying,” you grumble.

He smiles and angles his body away from you, gaze moving to watch random students.

“Better?” he jests.

You ignore his tone and nod despite him being unable to see you.

Taking a deep breath, you finally peel off the band-aid. “Will you help me get caught up in class?”

Wonwoo turns to you. He seems surprised, which has you rambling.

“It turns out I haven’t been managing my time as well as I should be, so I’ve fallen behind, and the textbook is so confusing—or maybe I’m just losing brain cells—but I’m not understanding it and I’ve read over it all, like, five times! I just… I would ask someone else, but you—you probably understand the material the best out of everyone. So, will you help me?”

Wonwoo watches you with amusement. It makes you feel more embarrassed and irritated. Is he silently gloating? You instantly regret asking him for anything.

“Actually, never mind. Forget I said anything!” you exclaim and turn to storm back to the library.

“Hey, wait a second, Yn,” Wonwoo calls, quickly reaching out to gently grab your arm.

You pause instantly at his touch.

“You’re probably busy with all your other studies and tutoring and whatnot,” you continue and look at him.

“I’ll help you,” Wonwoo says before you can go on a tangent again.

“You’re just saying that,” you argue.

“No,” he reassures. “I want to.”

“Why?” you ask skeptical.

He pushes his glasses higher while he replies, “Because I can’t have you losing any more brain cells. Then who would motivate me in class?”

“M-motivate?” you wonder.

Motivation sounds positive. Are you really motivating him to do better in class? You suppose in a way he’s doing the same to you. You’ve always excelled in your classes, but you feel obligated to do better now that he’s around.

There’s a strange tingle in your chest at the thought of you two motivating each other to be the best versions of yourselves.

Surely, there’s some hidden insult in his reply.

He smiles but doesn’t elaborate.

“Meet me in the library tomorrow, sixth floor. I’ll book a study room,” he states.

“I have other classes tomorrow. Can you do around five?”

“Yes,” he answers without delay.

You nod and start to step away. Now that that’s done, you feel at odds with everything. Part of you expected him to say no–even hoped he’d say no. Now, you have to meet with him outside of class and actually let him guide you. It just feels weird.

“See you,” you murmur.

“Oh, and Yn?” he says before you can fully turn around.

“What?”

He smirks. “I’ll make sure to beat you on the next test.”

You scoff, using his declaration to hide the awkwardness.

“In your dreams, Jeon,” you taunt and spin on your heel. You hold your head high as you head back to the library, not daring to look back even when you hear his low chuckles.

A/N: I'm sorry there wasn't much "to lovers" ☹️

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[hoeforhao]

Tum Se Hi (Its about you, Just about you) J.W.W

୨୧pairing : co-worker!wonwoo × g.n reader

୨୧author's note : how can i not do something for my moon's birthday!!! the title is from one of my favorite songs of our culture. I have tried to include the closest translation at the places the song's verses have been used♡

"What about the flowers tho? I want exactly two thousand and three lilies to adorn the hall by 6p.m sharp!!You remember that right?" a raspy hushed voice whisper talks to Chan, part time pet sitter at the shelter and full time Mr.Wonwoo's baby.

"What are the lovebirds chirping about huh?Lemme in your gossip too nah!" sudden contact of his shoulders with a warm pair of hands, pulls wonwoo out of the conversation and makes him stern his face so that the big secret doesn't spill out to you before hand.

"Nothing dumbo. We were just planning on what to do for cinnabun's birthday." the moment that those words escape his crevices, witnesses a slight drop in your smile and a deep sigh making its way out of your lungs.

*Cinnabun was one of the furrbabies at the cat shelter you three worked for, whose birthday was the next day. But that wasn't the reason for your sigh. I mean why would it be right? She was your favorite babie afterall. It was just cuz you thought that wonwoo even remembered bunbun's birthday, but ironically not yours. Your 20th birthday that was today. Yes today yet you had to act like there was nothing today. Why? Because you knew no one remembered and no one cared! Except....*

It was around 5:30 in the evening when you were finally done with your daily work schedule,be it feeding the babies or cleaning up after the menace pies.

Even if the world forgot to celebrate your presence, doesn't mean you will too, right? That's what you kept on telling yourself while buying that one slice of caramel cheesecake from the bakery next to the shelter, this morning.

Consoling yourself with all the "yes y/n you matter" and "so what no one remembers? it's still your special day", you gingerly make your way to the room where all the cattos were.

"Wait! Why is it all dark? Where are the babies? Did they all fall asleep already?" your heart clenches at the sight. Maybe you truly were just a mistake the universe made and now tried conveying to you at every point that you're nothing but an unimportant living piece of dirt on this planet. Else, why would everything be against you, on your OWN GODDAMN BIRTHDAY!!

"Looks like I'm just not meant to be even the tiniest bit happy on my day" these are the last words that part your lips, as you twirl on your feet to go back home.....just when a tug of guitar strings rings in your ears and....

Baaton mein baatein teri, raatein saugaatein teri ( my talks are full of you, my nights seem to be a gift from you )

Kyun tera sab yeh ho gaya,hua kya

( why has everything of mine become yours? what happened? )

Mein kahin bhi jaata hoon ,tum se hi mil jaata hoon ( anywhere i go, seems like i meet you )

Tum se hi, tum se hi ( it's about you, just about you )

Your legs have started feeling numb, you're too scared to even turn back to see the prettiest constellation being presented to you. Just you!

"Happy birthday y/n! I know all these years you've felt like you didn't deserve to celebrate your special day, the day this universe created the most beautiful lily ever. The day the missing puzzle piece of my being was carefully wrapped up in the shiniest of papers and presented to your parents." teardrops following each other down your cheeks like a colony of ants bringing home food, while wonwoo's bulky firm arms pull you into the warmest embrace known to mankind.

"Y-you remembered? B- but how?" trying to speak casually while being a crying mess is definitely not your cup of cocktail for sure. "And what about the cats? Where are they?" a panic instantly shines on your forehead as wonwoo pulls you by the shoulder and turns you towards the masterpiece he has created.

All your babies were lined up like little kids at a birthday party, wearing silly little princess and knight dresses while the room was decked up with white lilies all over. Your work table was now being occupied by a two tier vanilla caramel cake that specifically spelled out "Going Twenty" alongside your favorite brand of soju. But all of these still felt small infront of that satin sash that said " Happy Birthday to the prettiest star this galaxy had to offer".

And that's where you lost it. Dropping to your knees on the floor while shielding your entire face beneath your palms, you started wildly sobbing. No one has ever made you feel this special and what did wonwoo do? He turned the eternally cursed day of your life into the most beautiful one.

"Don't cry dumbo. Today is the day to celebrate with spirits and cakes not with tears and sobs princess" that same pair of arms wrapped around your torso, gently pulling up your body from the ground ; the arms that now felt like home and the embrace that made your heart fill up with nothing but sheer joy and peace.

"How can i ever thank you for this wonu!! All these just f-for me...for a girl who's only your co-worke..." before you could even finish blabbering like an absolute idiot, one of wonwoo's slender fingers lands on your lips forcing that ignorant mouth of yours completely shut.

"Just a girl? Oh how naive you're love. Only if you realized that you're not 'just a girl' for me but my entire sky; the canvas upon which i shine the brightest every night. The lost piece of my painting I've been trying to finish all these years"

'W-wonu y.." idiotic of you to even try speaking midway when the person you've adored all these time is now pouring his heart out to you.

"Y/n, I've loved you three summers....will you let me love you the rest too?" the restricting fingers finally drop down from your lips as wonwoo bends down his head, tears threatening to fall out of the two moon crevices on his forehead.

"Will it be a problem if we walk down this path together, hand in hand?" a soft pair of paws cups wonu's cheeks, gently wiping off the stray drops of tears staining his mochi buns.

"Thank you y/n." that's all that comes out of his mouth as he literally throws his entire body weight onto you while wrapping you into the tightest yet gentlest hug....head resting on your shoulders.

"Thank you more wonwoo" you calmly whisper into his ears while your hands took turns in patting his back and his satin soft perms.

"Uhh hmm looks like someone forgot to thank the one who helped him TO ARRANGE ALL THIS AND IMPRESS HIS LOVE" Chan's sudden intrusion is all it took for you two to come out from being an intertwined vine.

"You sly little boy!!! Did all of these just under my nose while acting all normal huh!!" and that's how a typical chase between the real life Tom & Jerry of your shelter ensued....wonwoo quietly looking over his moon being all giggly and happy, with stars in his eyes and sheer love in his heart.

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[heybabydeul]

watch some random reasons to love wonwoo

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[little-svt]

GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF

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The Perfect Pair

Wonwoo was one of the few people he knew who would still read the paper in the morning. Even if he’d abandoned the paper of it all, he’d don his glasses each breakfast to read the news from his tablet while picking his way through his meal. Today had been an early start, early enough for him to be awake and making breakfast when the Sunday paper finally landed at his door.

On days when both of you had the day off, Wonwoo was never quick to wake you, letting you sleep in as late as you wanted until you’d finally waddle from your room, finding him seated at the table, correctly predicting when you’d wake.

“Good morning.”, he’d smile softly at your sleepy stumbles as you rubbed the sleepy from your eyes.

“I made some breakfast if you wanna eat, baby.”, he gestured with his head toward the plate he’d set out across from him, unfolding his paper and scanning for something interesting as he ate.

Approaching your seat at the table, instead you slid the plate next to his, along with your cup of juice, straw nearby in case you were feeling little. With a questioning glance, he watched your actions, lifting his arm for you when you decided to crawl into his lap and eat your meal from there.

The newspaper wasn’t very interesting to you, it’s boring appearance and many tiny words made your head spin the more you tried to think about it. So you simply didn’t.

“Appa?”, you asked, tilting your head at the section he was fixated on reading, his eyes quickly flitting over the lines, not pausing even when he acknowledged you.

“Yes, baby?”, he spoke nonchalantly, always letting you come to him with patience when you had something to say. Without setting the paper down, with one hand, he popped the straw into your juice when he’d decided you’d need it after all and pulled it closer, urging you to drink from it.

“Why’s it have no color?”, you addressed his poor excuse of a picture book. The weekly comic happening to be in black and white.

“It does.”, he flipped to the front page just long enough to show you that there was indeed color, the title article having a colorful picture to go along with the headline.

“Hmph”, you thought, at last getting to your breakfast that was leaning toward room temperature with the time you’d spent not eating, “Can I color it.”

“No, baby.”, he responded, again just as calm and used to your silly antics, though the corners of his mouth had formed into barely noticeable smile. Occasionally he’d indulge, but he wasn’t afraid to tell you ‘no’. And coincidentally, it was just the sort of structure you needed, the two of you complimenting each other well.

Knowing that Appa’s ‘no’ meant no, you settled into his lap comfortably and finished your meal. When you’d finished, Wonwoo seemed to be insistent on you not staying at the table.

“Go wash your hands, baby. You’re finished eating.”, he suppressed his chuckle, finding it difficult to pry you from him now that you’d tangled your arms around him.

After some complaints, you waddled your way to the bathroom to wash up after breakfast. Once you’d returned, you saw that Wonwoo had retired the paper for his tablet and another cup of coffee. The paper, though he’d previously denied you, laid open on the comic section, your crayons laying on top.

Wordlessly, with a smug little smile, you sat in your seat across from him and both of you together enjoyed the Sunday paper.

🧸Endnote: projecting Shua or Hannie just bc I think it would be cute but realistically this is 100% Wonu. Let’s pretend this shoot isn’t for skincare as well and Wonwoo is just cute 🫶 sorry for being so MIA the last month. 🥹💗 I humbly beg for forgiveness hahahahhhghhh ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[strwbwoo]

| 12:02; wonwoo x reader \____________________

cw: fluff, beach date w wonwoo, 170 words

even though it was wonwoos idea you know it was really meant for you. remembering late night rambling about little family trips to this specific beach, and all he would do is hum and play with your hair until you fell asleep

now waiting for him outside a changing room, playing with one of those fake plastic-y flower necklace that were way too long for you, holding his in your other hand, “yn..” turning around to see him all shy with nothing but swim shorts and his flip flops made you giggle a little

pulling him closer and getting on your tippy toes jus to put his matching necklace on, “there” your smile growing onto aswell, messing with necklace making funny faces to make you luagh even more and you do, barely noticing the water washing over your feet before leaving for the shore. giggles calm down when wonwoo puts his necklace between the two of you, hands now on your hips while keeping eye contact the whole time. its like time stopped.

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[gfcheol]

"your face is gonna get stuck like that", wonwoo smiles into his drink. "you got something to say?"

his expression remains neutral, completely avoiding your heated gaze as you glare at your boyfriend with a pout adorning your lips. you huff out a sigh for the hundredth time this evening, frustration bubbling inside you like hot magma, demanding destruction. "why do i gotta say it?", you reply.

you know that he knows. you can tell by the smirk tugging on his lips whenever he turns his head. he's far from an idiot, he knows why you're here. you also know how much he relishes in making you actually voice out your wants - in this little cat and mouse game between you two. probing and playing coy until you'd get too fed up with his antics. making you crack, as he likes to call it.

although you'd rather call it 'wonwoo being very mean to his very pretty girlfriend for no reason'.

"well, how am i supposed to know what you want, love?", he raises his brows, tilting his head to the side. "if you never tell me what it is you want?"

tch. you roll your eyes. "who says i want anything?"

wonwoo's smile widens, patting your thighs resting in his lap, pushing himself to the edge of the couch. "so you wouldn't mind me going back to my game?"

the groan leaving you is involuntary. you can't deny there's a certain type of excitement in being urged to voice out your every thought, leaving no room for ambiguity. and yet - your pride demands to hold on to every shred of composure, never revealing your cards. "... no."

"mhm and why is that?"

you toy with the sleeve of his shirt, his hands calmly massaging the meat of your thighs. "well-", heat bleeds across your face. "you don't actually think i cancelled on my friends only for you to go back to your game, right?"

your resolve is dissolving with every second you two remain in silence, the thumping of your heart the only noise ringing in your ears. "why don't you enlighten me?", the amusement in his voice only serves to enrage you further.

"ugh! because i want you to-", you let your head fall back, heel of your palms rubbing your eyes. "why are you so difficult, oh my god! because i want you to pay attention to me. there."

the couch dips next to you as wonwoo bends down to breath a faint kiss to the tip of your nose. "you're so cute", he chuckles, the sound tearing on your heart. "of course, whatever you want."

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