#Had to take off the fluff hashtag hahaha

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The Ulzzang Project - Part 1 | Jeon Wonwoo

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Genre: Fluff, crack (maybe explicit content in the next chapters)

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2.6k

A/N: Hello there! Here’s part 1 of my mini series of you and Wonwoo, the next ulzzang stars hahaha :3 I’d be happy to know your thoughts about it. I’m already working on part 2. I might spice it up in the upcoming chapters. If you don’t like that, scream at me and I will stop hehet. So, have fun! And as always, please remember that English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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You sat in Wonwoo’s apartment. It was one of those Saturday nights where you two would order greasy food, have competitive game sessions and cuddle together on his couch or in his huge bed. You’ve known each other ever since your mothers went to driving school together. Both got married to their significant other and soon you two were born, making them joke that you two should end up together when you get older. That didn’t happen obviously. Instead you grew up like siblings, spending nearly all of your free time together, fighting over stupid little things but always making up quickly after. Even studying together, entering the same university and sharing the same group of friends. You two were kind of inseparable. 

“Wait, why is the bucket of fried chicken already empty???” You shot a shocked look at the boy beside you who wasn’t paying attention to you but bobbed his head to the music of the band in the youtube video which was playing on his tv screen, licking his fingers clean to get another slice of pizza. Before taking a bite, he gave you a rather emotionless answer, his face dead ass serious. “Dunno. Maybe we ate it?”

You scoffed at his words. Oh Jeon Wonwoo.

More laughing, more jamming to music and more teasing until you were full, halfway lying on the floor while you talked about the new annoying professor at uni that scolded Dokyeom on his very first day and was on bad terms with him from that day on. 

After a while you cleaned up and started to play Dead or Alive to ‘relieve some stress’. You two had mastered this game for years now, resulting in you and Wonwoo winning and loosing the same amount of times. While you stick to one character, he switched to different ones but even though you two were always close, you would never grow tired of this game and those competitions with him. 

When he left for using the bathroom, you unlocked your phone and scrolled through Instagram, stopping at a specific post of a couple who uploaded a suggestive photo of them without revealing much of their person. You cocked your head to the side and Wonwoo noticed it when he came back. “What are you looking at, y/n?” He sat down beside you and you showed him your phone. “Look, they aren’t doing much and the photo has quite a bad quality - maybe on purpose - but it is still good that I understand why people push the like button. Effortless aesthetic.” 

Wonwoo made an annoyed grimace at your words and you raised an eyebrow. “What?” “Anyone can do that.” “Why do you think that?” Your best friend thought for a moment and pulled out his own phone, unlocking it and going through some apps until he held it in front of the two of you. Before you could ask what he was doing, he got closer to you and took a photo. You noticed that the room was silent. Only some faint noises from outside the window could be heard when he showed the photo to you. It was a photo of you two next to each other but other people wouldn’t recognize you two. The photo showed only your lips, chin, neck and a little bit of your shirt. You looked up at him and saw his grin. Wonwoo moved a little so that it seemed like he was going to kiss you. Slightly panicking, you automatically covered your face, asking him what the hell he was doing when you heard the shutter of his phone once again, signalizing that he took another photo.

The room was quiet when you removed your hands, a soft blush on your cheeks when he turned the screen, giving you a better look of the new photo. Wonwoo used a filter that gave your photo a nice vintage look. Blinking, you were kind of impressed. If you didn’t know better, you would say that it was a photo of a famous ulzzang couple from Instagram. Noticing Wonwoo’s pleased smirk, you hit his chest. “Yah, what was that all about, huh?? You can’t just-“ “I’m going to open a new account. I’m curious how many followers and likes we can get in a month.” 

You had a hard time to follow, squinting your eyes and opening your mouth like a fish without saying anything. He tapped on his phone happily, completely ignoring your confused state. “W-wait, what did you say? What do you mean? A new account? Followers? What?” You tried to have a better look on his screen but he turned around, chuckling a little so that his round glasses slid down the bridge of his nose a bit in the process. “Jeon Wonwoo! Answer!” 

Fighting you off his shoulders, he took his sweet time to do whatever he was doing on his phone and you whined, asking for answers but not getting one at all. Sighing, you gave up after a while, giving his broad back a death glare as you turned around and took your own phone, opening the previous app and pouting while scrolling through the already seen posts. You were facing the other direction, sitting back against back. Hearing Wonwoo chuckle from time to time or giving a thinking noise, he always got your attention but since he never explained what he was doing, you took some selfies, sticking out your tongue and pointing at the boy behind you. After editing it a little more, you uploaded it on your Instagram site with the single word ‘idiot’ and tagged him. Giggling to yourself, you didn’t notice the shuffling noises and the warmth behind you disappearing when Wonwoo literally shoved his phone in your face. Your groan got stuck in your throat when you finally got your answer.

Taking his phone out of his hand, you took a better look. It was a seemingly new Instagram account with one content, zero followers and zero following. Your eyes widen when you click on the only photo in this account. It was you two. The photo from before. You were covering your face while the photo was cut, only showing Wonwoo’s grin against your hands. Your eyes travel lower, silently reading through the hashtags he had added. #cutecouple #shy #ulzzangcouple #saturdaynight and 18 more. It didn’t take long until the first stranger liked your photo and you blinked in disbelief. That’s when you noticed the user icon. It was the sunflower you got Wonwoo when he moved into his apartment. The very first day. You remembered the moment when he stopped you in his door and took a photo of you. Although he cut it, you could still see your hands holding the flowers plus a part of your white dress from that day.

Another notification. Another 3 likes. You turned to Wonwoo, who was awaiting your opinion. Pointing at his phone and the still open app, you asked “Are you serious?” “Totally.” His short remark wasn’t convincing enough and the way Wonwoo continued talking showed you that he understood. “It’s like a little experiment. We take some photos together, upload it and wait. As I said, I’m curious how famous our little site can become. We can delete and close it after a month if you want.”

He watched your face patiently until you met his gaze. “Okay. Fine for me. But I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Are we going to upload cute photos only or.. uhm… other photos also?”

“What do you mean with other photos?”

Oh Jeon Wonwoo don’t play dumb, you thought to yourself but lifted your arm, pulling your collar down a bit to reveal more of your neck and collarbone. “This.”

“Sexy?” Wonwoo smirked at you and you rolled your eyes, giving him a hard push so that he rolled onto his back, laughing at your reaction. 

You pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest in an attempt to distract yourself from the blush on your face. You have seen it often enough. Accounts like that. And you would lie if you say you didn’t like them. Many of them showed their strongly edited faces but some didn’t show their faces at all and you guessed your site would be like the latter. If you are going to include more revealing or suggestive photos, you would care less if no one could see who it actually was. 

That’s how you agreed.

The whole night the two of you brainstormed. You collected ideas for your next photos and had lots of fun with it. Even lying in his bed together, giggling about the most common couple poses and making gagging noises when looking them up. At around 3 am you yawned and Wonwoo put his phone and glasses on the little night stand, opening his arms for you to crawl in as you always did. You just loved to sleep in his arms. It was some kind of habit since you were little. You loved his scent and his warmth and sometimes you even found yourself at your own home unable to fall asleep because he wasn’t there. 

The warm and bright sun woke Wonwoo up. He wanted to turn around and get some more sleep but decided to open one eye instead, noticing that you weren’t there anymore. So he stretched his limbs in all directions and put on his glasses. After grabbing his phone and getting out of bed, he waddled to the living room and found you in the small kitchen corner, humming a song he knew while preparing breakfast - or according to the time on the clock, lunch.

He was about to join you when he stopped in his tracks and unlocked his phone, quickly taking a photo before putting it away again. 

“What is my baby making?”

Facing him, you shot him your infamous death glare. “Baby? Really?”

Wonwoo laughed at your unamused voice and joined you, stopping right behind your small form and looking over your shoulder. “Do you know how I like my omelette?” Snorting loudly, you threatened him with your balled first that he quickly ran to the dining table and took his seat. Like the good and obedient boy that he could be. Sometimes. 

He was silent while you added your finishing touches to the late breakfast but when you started to set everything on the table Wonwoo was waiting at, he took another photo, a smile plastered on his face. "What did I do to deserve you, hm?"

You were about to take the first bite of omelette when you stopped in your tracks, fork just inches away from your lips. "Okay, what's going on, Wonwoo? You are super strange today?"

"Is that a surprise to you?"

"Not really... but today you're super super strange so tell me."

He grinned at you and took a sip of the orange juice. "I'm just happy to be with my baby, that's it."

"There!" You pointed at him with your fork. "What is that all about, huh? Since when am I your baby?? Did I miss out on something last night or what??"

The dark haired boy in front of you chuckled as you tried to squeeze an answer out of him, with no success. Slowly worry crept up your spine. "Wait.. I didn't do anything to you, right? Or, I didn't say anything uh... strange, right? I know we had alcohol but... Wonwoo, tell me." 

You saw him wiggle with his eye brow at you. "What do you wish did happen between us?"

"Yah! Jeon Wonwoo, I- .... I saw you naked more than one hundred times! I know all your secrets! I know you better than you know yourself! I.... I am just not your baby!"

He leaned back, crossing his arms in front of his chest while watching you pout. "Chill. I'm just trying to get into the mood."

"For what?"

"For sexy photos."

"For what?!"

"For s-"

"I heard you!!"

"Then why are you asking?"

The piece of omelette had fallen down from your fork a long time ago and you weren't sure what was more important in this very moment. The only thing that you were sure about was the fact that your cheeks were burning like fire. "I... why the heck do you want sexy photos?!"

"You wanted sexy photos for our experiment and here I am. The bestest friend that has ever existed is willing to take some with you. Shouldn't you feel all giddy or so?"

"Says who?" You mirrored him, crossing your arms as well, trying to remember your exact words from the day before. You thought you did ask about more revealing photos but it was just a question about the content of your shared Instagram, your little experiment or how Wonwoo had called it. You just wanted to be sure. Never have you imagined to take some with him a day later, today.

"Forget it. I'm not going to do that."

"Now I'm sad."

Snorting, you rolled your eyes, sure he said it only to sound funny. 

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You sat with your friends from uni, poking your lunch with your chopsticks in such boredom that you were more than sure nothing could grab your attention nor lighten up the mood. But you were wrong. Seungkwan hit your shoulder and you were ready to start a fight when he showed you his cellphone screen. "Y/n, what do you think? Yesterday I started a couple Instagram with my girlfriend. It was something I've been thinking about for a while but yeah. How do you find our first post? Pretty nice, huh? We already got 217 likes!"

One chopstick fell out of your hand in surprise but you quickly nodded at your friend. Your own site was a secret. There was no way you would ever tell your friends about it especially if - one day - you would really post less child friendly content. No way. Also, where was Wonwoo?

"W-wow, 217 likes after a day is pretty impressive!"

"To be exact, it's been 20 hours and..... 32 minutes."

"Whatever."

When Seungkwan turned around to the other friends to show them his site, you secretly opened your own with Wonwoo, scrolling through the amount of likes you got until now. That's when you saw the 2 new posts. A photo of you standing in front of the stove, dressed in an oversized white shirt from Wonwoo, bare legs and one from when you set down the food in front of him. Both photos from that morning. Your own face couldn't be seen but they were edited similar like the first post. 

Your eyes flew over the texts Wonwoo had added to each of them.

G'morning baby.

My baby is the best.

Looking around, you quickly made sure that your friends didn't notice what you were doing and you tried to get rid of the warm layer that was covering your cheeks. He wrote baby.

Then you remembered the real reason you opened the app. You wanted to see how many likes you got until now. The newest of the food had 7. The one of you cooking breakfast had 38. And the first one from last saturday had 305 likes. Although you had more than your friend, you wanted the gap to be bigger.

Without noticing, your competitive personality came out. You didn't want to lose to Seungkwan and his girlfriend. Opening Kakao Talk, you wrote Wonwoo a message with a lot of cute shouting emoticons you once bought.

[Y/n] We need more photos - today. I'll be at your place at 7. It's urgent.

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This gif is literally Wonwoo right before he came up with his genius idea lol

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[akahana]

Bird in Paradise

Keigo Takami (Hawks) Fanfic – Bird in Paradise (fluff)

Your beau had been neglecting you for almost a month now. He’s been using his busy pro-hero schedule as an excuse. But you bought every one of them, despite how disappointed you are. Hawks is not that clingy, but during this time of the year he’d always be distant. Nowadays, he always came home late or he doesn’t even come home for days at all. You decided to text him and see what he’s up to. But he hasn’t even replied to your last message. It was delivered but not seen. Maybe he’s already dead. You laughed at the thought of it. Oh- maybe he really was. You got off the messaging app and opened twitter, you thought maybe he’s trending. Your eyes fished for #ripHawks but there was none. Then something got you even more upset (yes more upsetting than the thought of him dead), the hashtag saying #hawksxmiruko. You checked the hashtag and found pics of them together, Miruko’s arm on Keigo’s shoulder and vice versa. The tweets said what good couple they made. It made your flames ignite. Your relationship with Hawks isn’t known by the public. Although, it was a mutual agreement. You were a pro-hero, but you didn’t want to be known. You were in the top 50, but standing didn’t matter to you since you didn’t want your hero achievements be known. Let alone your relationship with the no 2 hero be known to the public. It was risky. Too risky to be recognized by him. By your father. The no 1 hero. You did not want to reunite with the abusive scum. You’ve struggled enough in the streets after running away from home along with your twin, who chose to be a villain. But that’s another story.

Going back to knowing about what your birdman was doing, you scrolled further and found pictures of him goofing around with his fans. “So this is what you call hero work? Bitch can’t even bother to send me a reply.” You thought. You finished your night patrol and went home. You’ve showered, cooked dinner, watched a movie and all. It’s already past midnight, but it was only another night spent on waiting for nothing. Hawks didn’t come home still. And it made you more upset. As if you weren’t already so upset since the past few days.

Morning came and there still was no sign of Hawks in your apartment. Then came a knocking on your door. Readying the emotionless façade and the silent treatment you’re going to pull off for a week, you opened your door thinking it was Keigo. But to your dismay, it was a smiling Miruko. Great. Day ruined.  

She let herself in like she normally did and sat herself on the counter. “Calm down”, you told yourself. “She’s just a colleague.” You kid yourself once more.

“What is it Miruko?”

“Damn you ain’t wearin’ a bra (y/n)-chan. Hot. If u weren’t hawks’ id-“

“Just get straight to the point.” you were impatient. You noticed you were getting more and more impatient nowadays.

“Chill, miss girl. You’re so cranky. I just kind of wanted to ask a favor.”

You groaned internally.

“I’d appreciate some help on this mission in Bali, here’s the plane ticket. Ok thanks girlie, gotta blast” And with that, she left before you could even say anything. Sighing, you picked the ticket up, and saw that it was supposed to leave this morning.

“What the fuck?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

You thought. You literally had one hour to pack your things, get ready, and head to the airport. You cursed the damn rabbit and went on with it.

Luckily, you made it on time just before the gates closed. You arrived and when you were about to head out of the airport you read a sign with your name on it. Takami (y/n). The man holding it looked at you and then back to what he held which seemed like a picture of yours before escorting you to a coaster. You were wary before getting in, but you knew how to fight anyway so fuck it. After god knows how many hours had passed, you found the van you’re in driving inside a secluded forest. High trees, you saw different animal species, birds of different colors of feathers, and various species of greenery. The trees in the area were so high, and the sun is already starting to go down. You’re getting more suspicious of the vehicle you’re in, of the guy and the bodyguard seated just in front of you as well. You waited for gases to come out of air vents, or someone to strangle you, or inject something in your body, but nothing happened.  Then the vehicle came to a halt.  

“We’re here Ma’am.” The guy in front of you stated, and the bodyguard led you outside. That was when you were able to take a clear look of your surroundings. You gasped. You were looking at greenery that very much astonished you. The ombre glow of the sunset hit the forest perfectly that made it marvelous. You felt euphoric. You heard waves. Were you close to the sea? You followed the sound and you were faced by the front of a loft. It seemed like it was built on an edge of a cliff. You were standing on the edge of a cliff.

“Please go inside. He’s been waiting for you.” Were the last words the men who brought you here told you before drifting off and were already out of sight.

“He?” You said to yourself. You were curious of who was waiting for you. Must be the head of Miruko’s agency. But the only head at Miruko’s agency was Keigo. You laughed at yourself for thinking Miruko had another boss-

Wait. Keigo?

You ran into the house and searched for the man. But to your dismay, the last room you went to search had no one in it. No signs of the bird man. They bluffed. Maybe you were lured into this place by villains. But you didn’t care. You felt jetlag. Time was too precious to be spent over worrying in this paradise. Oh no, it still wasn’t paradise. There still was something missing. The love of your life. 

You felt very tired so when you noticed the wonderful bed overlooking the sunset and the sea through a glass wall, noticing how the pillows and blankets were formed into somewhat like a nest, you let yourself fall into it. You found the nest very comfortable. Too comfortable, even. And it reminded you of the last time you cuddled with your red-winged angel. The sheets beneath you felt and smelled familiar. It brought you nostalgia. It smelled like home. It smelled like-

Keigo.

Oh no. You’re missing the man again. Nonetheless, you relaxed yourself and tried to imagine him being there with you, then you felt something tickle your nose. You scratched the itch away. But it’s not leaving. You opened your eyes and only to be shocked by-

a red feather dancing in front of you. Could it be?

You looked up and found a half-naked blonde with golden eyes, trailed by a pair of scarlet wings on his back, perched on the wooden plank in the ceiling.

“Keigo!!!” you called out his name as you felt hot tears stream down the sides of your face. You don’t exactly know why you cried. Maybe because he was finally in front of you after missing him so much, but it was clear to you that you felt so happy. Now you are finally able to call this place paradise.

He chuckled while he got down and sat on the bed, sitting you up.

“You found me baby bird. HAHAHA good job.” He said while taking you in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” You sniffled.

“I am a part of this mission of yours.” He said, shrugging.

You noticed his scent, it was stronger and bolder. Nails extra sharp. And wings extra flappy. All signs of his avian side going into breeding season.

Then it struck you. it was spring. That explained the nest covered with his scent. And that’s why he’s been busying himself with work, and spending lesser time with you. It was THAT time of the year.

“I can’t run away from you anymore, I can’t control myself anymore...” he took a whiff of you, and put his chin on the top of your head, tightening the hug “I can’t let you deal with me avoiding you during this month every year, and as I grow closer to you, I can’t handle the pain of you not being by my side during this season. I need you to be with me always. Marry me.”

More tears streamed down your face as you were only able to listen to his heartbeat, unable to find your words. So you did the first thing you could think of; pull him into a kiss.

He pulled away, chuckled, pulled out a diamond ring with a feather engraved inside of it from his pocket, then asked one more time. “Mon Angel, will you be with me… for the rest of our lives?”

You finally found your words.

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(It’s for you to decide. ;)))

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