#Jeon Wonwoo Oneshot

[markberries]

feelings ﹒ jw

synopsis ﹕ the best way to deal with your crush on jeon wonwoo was to avoid him at all costs. now that you're stuck having dinner with him alone, there was no way out.

genre + ﹕fluff, slight comedy, idol!wonwoo, non idol!reader, best friend + matchmaker mingyu, fem reader, reader has a big crush on wonu lol, reader is also an awkward mess, the TINIESTTT bit of angst but that's because reader overthinks a lot

wc ﹕3k

warnings ﹕reader is kinda insecure + compares herself to others

there he was, in all his glory, black hair neatly styled with a simple outfit that consisted of grey sweats and a black t-shirt.

“here’s your chance! go talk to him,” mingyu pushes you in the direction of your crush. you awkwardly stumble over your feet, nearly falling. your crush, jeon wonwoo, whips his head towards you.

your heartbeat grows louder, your ears growing hot as you quickly turn around to avoid eye contact.

“what are you doing? go over there,” mingyu eggs you on even more, making your stomach do uncomfortable flips.

yes — you had a crush. as dumb as it sounds, you’ve been absolutely infatuated with jeon wonwoo ever since the day you met him. your best friend, kim mingyu, has been trying to set the two of you up for ages.

unfortunately for you, you could never muster up the courage to even look in wonwoo’s direction. even if he tried to strike up a conversation as you waited for mingyu outside the practice room, you always found a way to avoid him or keep the talk short. you would say it’s one of the worst traits about you.

of course you want to talk to wonwoo, ask how he is or be able to grow closer to him, but you couldn’t. your anxiety would overpower you, resulting in awkward stuttering or statements that didn’t even make sense. or in the worst case scenario, you would find a way to basically run away to do something else if you saw him coming your way.

“i can’t,” you fix your outfit self-consciously, straightening out your pencil skirt. mingyu ruffles your hair playfully, sending you in full panic mode to adjust it.

“he’s coming over here,” mingyu states, drinking out of his water bottle. your eyes grow wide, shambling to stand side by side with mingyu. he smiles, trying to hold back a laugh.

mingyu was right, wonwoo was walking towards you two. you can’t move, your feet feel planted in place as a hundred thoughts race through your mind. wonwoo’s face lights up as he gets closer.

“y/n, nice to see you,” he greets you, earning a nervous smile from you. mingyu elbows your side subtly, reminding you to say something.

“hi,” you say quietly, making you internally face palm at yourself. he looks so pretty even after dancing for hours, his forehead glistening with sweat and his skin glowing. he adjusts his black rimmed glasses, pushing them up. you can’t help but admire him, his brown orbs fixate on you as you continue to stare.

mingyu clears his throat, wonwoo’s eyes flicking towards his direction instead. “y/n and i were just about to go get food.”

“yum yum,” you say out of nervousness. you cringe at yourself.

you shift your attention to mingyu, who is already looking at you with a smug grin.

“y/n is really hungry but sadly i’m really tired and i just want to sleep,” mingyu tells wonwoo, with a fake frown on his face as he keeps his eyes on you. you furrow your brows, glaring at him with an ‘i’m going to kill you’ look. leave it up to kim mingyu to try and play matchmaker with every opportunity he gets his grip on.

“oh,” wonwoo says, “i don’t mind going with you, y/n.”

you step on mingyu’s foot, making him wince in pain. thankfully, wonwoo didn’t notice.

you clasp your hands together, “actually i–”

“great! hope you guys have fun,” mingyu pushes you again, and you almost land straight on the floor. thankfully, wonwoo’s fast reflexes catch both of your shoulders as mingyu runs away to talk to minghao like a little kid.

wonwoo’s touch has your entire face heating up as he looks at you with concerned eyes. “are you okay?”

your breath hitches, straightening your posture quickly while avoiding eye contact. the amount of anxiety coursing throughout your body was unbearable, you could barely even talk to wonwoo. how were you going to sit and have a meal with him alone?

“yeah, i’m fine,” you spew out a white lie. you two begin walking to the back exit of the building to avoid being seen by fans, wonwoo’s keys jingling inside his pocket. you’re nervously obsessing over what to say, or if you should speak at all.

the lights of the building hum quietly, but it’s barely audible as conversations from many different people tune it out. wonwoo adjusts his hair and puts on a face mask, giving you a chance to steal a glance at him. his presence alone has your heart skipping beats, as you imagine all the possible outcomes of your small little outing together.

you reach the exit, wonwoo politely holding the door out for you. your lingering embarrassment still has a hold on you, making you stare at the ground and mutter a “thank you” in a small voice.

“is there a restaurant you have in mind?” wonwoo’s voice breaks the silence, making a small part of you jump. he sticks his hands inside of his pockets, still walking alongside you, but head fully turned towards your way.

“no, you can choose,” you try to reply in the sweetest voice you could find within your vocal chords.

his face lights up, “hm, let’s go to homulang then. it has ramen, katsu, a lot of japanese cuisine. is that okay with you?”

you respond with the nod of your head, butterflies erupting within you because you were merely walking with him. no one else, just the two of you. you were still slightly irritated with mingyu because you knew that the only things coming out of your mouth would be short sentences every once in a while, or nothing at all.

you truly couldn’t help it, after all, wonwoo has millions of fans all over the world and probably a lot of other idols who find him cute. insecurity would eat you up constantly with the thought of dating wonwoo, or even just trying to explain how you feel to him. he’s also way too busy, you didn’t want to trouble him with anything else.

it’s still quite early in the evening, 6:14 pm to be exact. the sun shines down onto the pavement, clouds scattered in the blue sky. you walk by civilians on the street, no one paying attention to you two as your feet pat against the gray concrete. the cars driving past you result in a slight breeze, but it’s satisfying in the hot weather.

you feel the urge to run away building up inside of you. there’s only one thing going through your mind; holy shit, i’m hanging out with wonwoo! you feel self conscious just standing next to him, wanting to cover your face or wrap your arms around yourself.

once the restaurant is in your field of vision, you grow more tense. you straighten out your posture, adjusting your hair. he reaches out to open the door for you once again, letting you inside first. the waiting area is crowded, which means you have to stay close to wonwoo. you feel his hand rest against your back, causing you to swallow harshly.

the hostess greets the two of you with a smile, her eyes lingering on wonwoo as he removes his mask.

“table for two, please,” wonwoo tells her politely. her face lights up, grabbing a hold of two menus.

“great! right this way please.”

gosh, it feels like everything is finally beginning to sit within you. you’re going to be sitting here, with wonwoo. talking. for at least an hour. you feel sick just admitting it.

he pulls your chair out for you, and you can’t say you’re surprised. you didn’t fall for him solely for his good looks, in fact, you very well loved how much of a polite person he was.

the hostess walks away, bright smiles directed to wonwoo only. you awkwardly bite the inside of your cheek, taking note of how gorgeous she looked. wonwoo didn’t seem to pay much attention to her longing gaze though, just casually opening the menu.

“oh my god! y/n?”

a voice startles you. it doesn’t make it any better since your senses are heightened due to the amount of anxiety pitting inside of you. your head snaps towards the voice, and you’re staring up at a woman with long black hair and a grin.

“seoyeon,” you breathe out, standing up to give her a hug. wonwoo watches your interaction in silence, grazing his fingertips along the plastic menu.

“it’s so great to see you! you look so different, in a good way! you’re so pretty,” she gushes. you can’t help but shyly look down, bowing your head slightly to thank her.

“you look great, too. by the way, this is wonwoo,” you introduce him, making his eyes shoot up to hers.

“nice to meet you,” he says.

seoyeon was an old friend of yours from high school — she was well adored by everyone and not to mention extremely desired. you wouldn’t say you were the best of friends with her, but you were quite close.

“oh sorry, am i interrupting something?” she inquires innocently. you open your mouth for a moment, awkwardly looking between the two of them and waving your hands.

“n-no,” you’re able to stutter out. “but other than that, what brings you here?”

she points to her name tag sitting upon the shirt of her uniform. “y’know, duty calls! but i’ll leave the two of you alone now. let me know when you’re leaving though! i want to talk to you again.”

she waves goodbye, walking to another customer’s table. that leaves you with no one other than wonwoo. you look at him for a moment, his eyes already on you. you force yourself to look back down, but you can see the small smile he has on his face from the corner of your eye.

he exhales softly, “what are you getting?”

you don’t say anything for a second. oh no, is this a test? is he asking me to see if we have things of similar interest? what if i answer wrong? i should say i’m getting the prawns— wait no, he hates seafood!

“i think i’m going to get the pork cutlet,” you answer firmly. wonwoo lets out a small chuckle, which sounds like absolute music to your ears.

“it’s just me, don’t worry. you can be yourself.”

that was the problem, it’s just him. the guy you’ve been crushing on for years. you can’t just be normal, because every time you try to even say something to him, you feel like wrapping yourself in a dozen blankets and hiding forever.

you’re so caught up in your own thoughts you accidentally knock over your cup of water, not even registering it at first. it’s not until wonwoo’s gripping at the napkins, scrambling to clean up the mess, is when you finally notice it.

your eyes widen, standing up in your chair as you try to help him. you could just cry right now, not only were you terrible at conversation starters, but you utterly embarrassed yourself in front of wonwoo.

“i’m so sorry,” your voice shakes, wiping aggressively at the dripping water.

“it’s okay,” wonwoo tries to reassure you while standing to assist in cleaning. in your mind, it’s just the gentleman in wonwoo trying to not make you feel bad. there’s just too much happening around you, it makes you want to burst into tears.

“i’m sorry,” you repeat yourself, hands shaking.

“y/n,” he says softly, all while placing his hand on yours. “i promise it’s okay.”

his kindness makes you calm down a bit. after about three more “i’m sorry's”, and wiping the remaining water, you sit back down.

wonwoo adjusts his glasses once more when he takes his seat again, trying to see if you were still shaken up. you know that he doesn’t understand why you’re so on edge, but you can tell that he’s trying to make you feel better. in reality, you’re just overthinking absolutely every movement you make.

you are aware that this dinner would feel like hell for you, even if you were spending time with the one guy you hold admiration for. it didn’t matter, because you were already here. you were sure that if you came up with a lame excuse to leave, wonwoo would see straight through your lie.

so whether you like it or not, you were going to have to power through this.

—

surprisingly, tonight was not that bad. in fact, you and wonwoo ended up staying at the restaurant for longer than one hour. you learned a lot about him, some things you already knew, but others you didn’t.

he talked about how initially, he was a vocalist. it wasn’t until people commented on how good his rapping was, did he start to look more into it. he told you all of his book recommendations when he heard you loved to read, and although you couldn’t completely get over your nerves, you still had a good time.

“thank you for uh, coming to get food with me,” you tell wonwoo awkwardly, waiting for the bill to arrive.

“it was fun. i hope you talk to me more in the future though, because i thought you disliked me,” he admits. your eyes widen, shaking your head.

“no, no! it’s not that.. i’m just.. bad at talking,” you half lie, mumbling quietly. wonwoo lets out a sigh of relief, “that makes me feel a bit better.”

the reason it was a half lie was because you were bad at talking, just only to wonwoo. with the other members you were fine, but every time he came up to you, it felt like all your speaking abilities would run out the door.

your waitress finally comes back with the bill, bringing a card machine with her. you open up your bag, taking your debit card out.

“i’ll pay,” wonwoo offers, also holding one of his cards out.

“please don’t, i’ll feel really bad if you do,” you immediately decline his offer. you reach to tap your card on the machine, but wonwoo is faster. he beats you to it, thanking the waitress.

“hey! i said don’t!”

wonwoo shrugs his shoulders, “you’ll pay next time then.”

his words affect you in two different ways. on one side, you’re squealing internally because wonwoo is actually interested in hanging out with you again. on the other side, you’re overthinking everything, wondering if you’re going to embarrass yourself like today.

the both of you gather your things to leave, walking to the door. you tell wonwoo you have to say goodbye to your friend first though, walking towards seoyeon who is organizing receipts at one of the registers.

“hi, i’m about to go,” you pipe up, making her look towards you.

“oh! before you leave, i wanted to ask about your friend, wonwoo,” she informs you. your heart beats a little faster, dreading what she is about to ask.

“is there anything going on between the two of you? because you know.. he’s really good looking..”

of course seoyeon was interested in wonwoo. after all, that was just your luck. and you couldn’t really lie to her, that would be unfair to both her and him. because no matter how you look at it, there really wasn’t anything going on between the two of you. you were just friends. or at least, wonwoo thought so.

all you had was a crush on wonwoo, a crush that you were never able to build up confidence to pursue. this was quite literally the only time you and him had gotten to spend time together alone. plus, you believe seoyeon and wonwoo would be great together. you’re too awkward and can barely speak to him, and she’s so confident.

so as much as it pains you to answer, you shake your head no.

“oh thank goodness, i didn’t want you to think of me as a homewrecker or anything,” she laughs. she quickly writes her number on a napkin, handing it to you. you reluctantly take it, cursing yourself for not having enough courage to confess to him.

you quickly say your goodbyes, leaving the restaurant to find wonwoo. he’s standing outside, waiting for you as you walk out.

“you’re choosing the place next time, by the way,” he states. you nod your head, holding the napkin in your hand.

“what’s that?” he asks you. you stare down at it, getting more upset with yourself by the second.

“my friend wanted me to give me your number,” you breathe out, “she asked me if there was something going on between us.. i said no and she asked me to give you this.”

“oh, i see,” wonwoo replies, almost sounding disappointed. you begin to panic again.

“i’m sorry! i should’ve said that you don’t have time for dating or that you um.. you weren’t interested, but i didn’t give her any of your information so don’t worry.”

“it’s not that,” he tells you, taking the napkin from your hand and folding it neatly. “i just thought that there was something going on. with us.”

“oh,” is the first thing that pops up in your head. you don’t even notice what he said at first, only being thankful that he wasn’t mad at you for trying to set him up with a friend of yours.

but then it hits you.

“...oh.”

you’re honestly at a loss for words. he had to be joking, god, you really hoped this was some really cruel joke. if it wasn’t, that means wonwoo was somewhat interested in you, and actually perceived you as a person (something you did not want).

“um.. ah.. wow.. you’re cool! wait— not just cool, i really like you, wait no, not really like you. like normal person like you. no that’s not right either, i like you more than just normal person liking!”

he can’t help but stifle a laugh, placing an arm over your shoulder. you stand frozen, eyes wide while he looks down to you. when the hell did his face get that close?

“i know you do,” he smiles.

“but i thought you thought i disliked you?”

“well,” he starts as you two start walking in the direction of the dorms, “i decided all those times you were avoiding me or having trouble speaking were either because you hated me, or you liked me.. you told me otherwise, hence why i know you have a little crush on me.”

you go silent, the nerves taking over you once again. wonwoo knew? and not only that, wonwoo didn’t find it weird. in fact, he actually reciprocated your feelings. you’re too busy trying to wrap your head around everything that you don’t realize how he presses a quick peck to your forehead.

when you do come to terms with it, your face and ears begin to heat up. your heart is racing, your entire head on cloud nine. wonwoo smiles to himself, proud that he made you flustered.

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself.

“i’ll kiss you for real, next time.”

“oh okay— wait, what?”

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[ahlovelightaflame]

The Kids Will Talk ~ *Jeon Wonwoo*

Summary: Your sister has always told you: stay away from the mafia. And as the Big Boss herself, she can do that. But you can’t help yourself from falling in love with Wonwoo. And it just so happens, Wonwoo loves you too. He just doesn’t know who your sister is...

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 2326

Warning: Swearing, annoying kids, overprotective sister

Mafia Masterlist

A/N: FINALLY! This monster of a series is over! Thank the Lord and every other deity out there!

Wonwoo is no stranger to secrets. His biggest one is the fact he is a part of the mafia, which he finds surprisingly easy to conceal. His students don’t care all that much about his time outside of the classroom, and when they do, he has plenty of other stories he can tell them to satiate their curiosity.

However, he has another very big secret that he finds much harder to conceal.

Everyday, Wonwoo visits the library. He has two reasons for doing this. One: because he loves reading and can finish a decent-size book in only a couple days. Two: he’s head over heels in love with the librarian. That is the big secret he’s having such a hard time trying to conceal. Especially his students, who are far more perceptive than he gives them credit for.

As class was just getting out, Wonwoo gathered all of the necessary items he needed for his planning period. He was going to work on grading some essays in the library. Or he might look through some of the books to see what else he could read. Really, anything to see the librarian again.

Of course, one of his students paused him at his door. “Hey, Mr. Jeon? Can we talk about my grade?”

He tried to hide his wince. “Can we talk about it after school today, Jiheon?”

She was about to argue when she stopped herself. “Wait, are you on your way to the library? Are you going to see your girlfriend?”

This time he allowed a scowl to slip onto his face as he shouldered past her. “Goodbye, Jiheon. I’ll see you in class later today.”

However, Jiheon was nothing if not persistent. With a shit-eating grin on her face, she followed him. “You are, aren’t you? That’s so cute! You know, most of the student body ships you two. Oh! Can we get a picture of the two of you for the yearbook? We can write a whole section about your relationship! It’ll be perfect!”

“Don’t you have someone else you can bother with about yearbook stuff?” He questioned, trying to pick up the pace.

She shrugged. “I mean, I probably need to run the idea around Saerom, but it’s good to have the picture in case she approves it.”

“How about this: get the idea approved by all of the yearbook staff and then we can talk, okay?”

Nodding, she exclaimed, “I can do that! Mark my words, Mr. Jeon, you will be in the yearbook this year, one way or another.”

As she skipped off to find the rest of the yearbook staff, Wonwoo rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, “Yeah right.”

It was then he realized he was right in front of the library.

Pushing aside the butterflies swarming in his stomach, he stepped inside and found you instantly, like it was fate.

As soon as the two of you made eye contact, you smiled and waved. He returned your wave, feeling his cheeks heat up. However he was here to work, not stare at you for forty-five minutes. So he made his way to one of the tables and set up everything he needed to work on before his next class.

There was one thing Wonwoo knew about high school student essays: they were either really insightful or really confusing. And the first essay he started reading was completely off-the-walls crazy. Someone didn’t do the assigned reading. This was going to be a long planning period.

“Having fun?”

Wonwoo practically jumped in his seat. You were standing over him, smiling so bright and warm. He felt his heart stop for a good minute before he finally spoke to you.

“Well, you know how high schoolers are with essays.”

You laughed and he couldn’t help but laugh with you. Your laughter has always been contagious to him. “Yeah. I remember struggling with essays back when I was in high school. You’re better than me at least, subjecting yourself to that. I just have to deal with overdue books and computer problems.”

“I feel like that would be worse.” He grimaced.

Again, you laughed and shrugged. “I suppose. I think we can both agree that this profession is a hard one.”

He nodded. “I can agree with that.”

“Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.” You winked before turning to leave. You then stopped and exclaimed, “Oh! I almost forgot! That book you wanted me to hold for you came back. I just need to check to make sure there’s no damage and I’ll check it out for you. It’ll be on your desk before the end of the day.”

“Thank you, Y/n.” He nodded. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. You’re very welcome.”

And with that, you scurried off. He couldn’t help but watch you leave before remembering why he was there. With a sigh and bright red cheeks, he went back to reading and grading essays.

You, on the other hand, were trying to hide behind the library desk as you fanned your face. Was it always so hot in here or was it just Wonwoo? You shook your head. No! You shouldn’t be thinking that! Of course it was because Wonwoo was here! You’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since he started teaching!

Normally, you would act on your feelings and tell him right away. However, you were forbidden from doing so. See, your big sister is the Big Boss of the mafia here in town. And her number one rule was to stay away from her business. You understood where she was coming from. It was for your protection and you were okay with staying away from any blood and gore she saw on a daily basis.

But it wasn’t fair when she recruited such hotties like Wonwoo!

With a small groan, you buried your face in your arms. What you wouldn’t give to be able to confess to him. Maybe he’d feel the same way and you two would date, fall in love, get married, live a long, happy, fulfilled life together, and be buried side-by-side. That would be perfect, in your opinion. But no. You had to stay away.

As if she was reading your mind, your phone started ringing, with the ID saying it was your sister. Letting out a long, slow breath, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey! How’s my favorite little sister?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m your only little sister. And I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“Curse you and your perceptiveness.” You sighed. “It’s nothing.”

She tsked. “No, no, no. You don’t get to use that excuse on me. Tell me what’s up.”

“You’re just going to get mad at me.” You muttered.

There was a stretch of silence before you heard her sigh. “It’s Wonwoo, isn't it?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you made him off-limits!”

“It’s for your protection!” She shot back. “I do a lot of bad, bad, bad things. I don’t want you also getting tangled up in it. What would our family say? What would your friends say? I know it’s not fair and I understand you can’t change your feelings for him, but could you try liking someone else?”

You sighed this time. “You know I can’t. I’ve tried. I’ve gone on so many dates and no guy has ever made me feel the same way as Wonwoo. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just destined to be alone.”

“Hey, don’t say that. We’ll figure it out.” She tried to reassure you, which didn’t work as well as she may have thought. “Look, I can talk to him tonight. See if he wants out. If he does, you’re more than welcome to pursue him. Will that help?”

Your shoulders shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“I’ll try it anyway.” She replied. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll figure this out. I promise. We are sisters after all and we can do anything.”

“Right. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You sighed once again as you ended the call. She just didn’t get it. Her boyfriend was in the mafia with her, so she didn’t have to worry about his protection. And your sister always mothered you more than your own mother did. Sure she worried a lot, but you were an adult now, dammit. You could make your own choices and decisions.

An idea sparked inside you. Yeah, you could make your own choices now. And you were going to, today, right after school.

As the school day came to a close, Wonwoo sighed and leaned back in his desk chair. Another day, another dollar. However that dollar came from doing mental gymnastics with his students who were hellbent on making his life dramatic. If it wasn’t excuses about late work, it was dumb questions that only teenagers would dream of asking. If it wasn’t that, it was about his crush on you, which he was never prepared to answer.

Wonwoo glanced over at the bag with the book you brought while he was out on his other planning period. He wished he was there to see you. He would have thanked you and gotten to talk to you again. He had been so busy lately, he hadn’t had a good chance to properly talk to you in a long time. But it wasn’t for a lack of trying. Any chance he could, he tried to seek you out. Though more often than not, it didn’t work out.

With another sigh, he gathered his things for his trip back to the mansion. He’d have work to do when he got there. It was best not to keep the Boss waiting. And besides, he’d probably forget about his feelings for you for a little while as he worked. That would be for the best, he thought.

As he headed to his motorcycle, Wonwoo was surprised to find you standing there, fiddling with your bag. What were you still doing here? Didn’t you have to get home?

He called out to you. “Hey. What are you doing here? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, okay.” He nodded.

“Wonwoo, I’ve been thinking.” You started, still trying to find the right words to express what you wanted to say. “We’ve known each other for quite awhile and I’d say we’re pretty good friends are we not?”

He nodded again. “Yes, I’d say so.”

“But I was thinking. Maybe, maybe the students are right. Maybe we are more than friends and we just don’t know it yet.” You averted your eye contact after saying that and your hands twitched with anxiety.

Wonwoo felt himself blush at your words. More than friends? Did you really think that? Or was the peer pressure from the kids getting to you? He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. He was starting to get annoyed by their constant nagging for him to ask you out already. But he didn’t like the idea that they may be bothering you. Perhaps he really did care for you more than he originally anticipated.

“Do you,” He started, feeling rather shy himself. “Do you, um, do you think we should be more than friends?”

Instantly, a torrent of words slipped past your lips. “Yes! I mean yes, I think we should. I really do care an awful lot about you Wonwoo and I see you in a different light than what friends should. What I mean is, well, to put it in juvenile terms, I like-like you. I think you’re an excellent teacher, a wonderful listener, and a compassionate person. I also think you’re very strong both mentally and physically. I would very much like to be more than friends with you, if you feel the same way.”

Wonwoo’s blush only darkened. He couldn’t believe his own words. After crushing on you for so long, it was so weird hearing you actually confess. And why was he frozen? Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why wasn’t he telling you exactly how he felt?

Shaking himself, he answered. “I think we should be more than friends too. I like-like you as well, Y/n. I really, really, really do.”

You let out a sigh and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, that’s good to hear. However, there’s just one more problem we have to face.”

“And that is?”

“My sister is your boss.”

Wonwoo’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“What?”

You let out an embarrassed giggle. “Yeah, so I’ve known you’ve been in the mafia ever since you joined. I’ve, uh, known about you longer than you’ve known about me. I guess that’s kind of weird, huh?”

He let out a small huff, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, a little. But I don't mind all that much.”

“Well, the real issue is my sister doesn’t want me to date any of her crew. So our relationship is forbidden in her eyes.” You explained. “I talked to her today and she said she was willing to give you an out. But if you don’t want to leave your friends, we can work around this. It’ll be okay. I know we can figure something out.”

“A forbidden romance?” He mumbled and his smile grew. “I kind of like the sound of that. It sounds like something right out of a novel.”

You laughed. “I suppose so. But are you sure you’re okay with that?”

He nodded and put an arm around your shoulder to pull you in close. Resting his head on top of yours, he said. “Don’t worry about it too much. If she finds out, we’ll figure it out from there. For now, I’m just glad I can finally call you mine.”

“And I can call you mine.” You sighed. “And now I have a date for my sister’s wedding.”

“Wait. She proposed to Seungcheol already?!”

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[dinotoro]

jww ; gameboi

pairing ─ best friends!wonwoo x best friend!reader

genre ─ angst

wc ─ 256

summary ─ some games are just designed to make you lose.

warnings ─ unrequited love, sadness

footnotes ─ i guess i just love writing angst </3

lowercase intended. story under the cut.

wonwoo has been your gaming partner for as long as you can remember. every saturday evening was reserved for him, and you didn't mind it at all. the only thing you did mind was how your feelings for him were changing.

both of you decided to play something peaceful today. but you should have known better. it was too much for you to expect a peaceful game session when your best friend is THE most competitive guy of you have seen. but that was only one of the things you used to adore about him the most.

you loved how his glasses would sit atop his nose, and how cute he would look when he would crinkle his nose. you loved how he would become a whole new person when he wanted something with his whole heart and soul; the determined look in his eyes would shine like stars.

his eyes. they were the best. they spoke so much yet nothing. those eyes were the thing that made you fall in love with him. and your eyes shed tears when you realised that it would forever be a one sided thing.

all of us have our own battles, and some like to think of them as games. as you looked at wonwoo, who was busy celebrating his victory, a small smile crept up to your face. you accepted that the fact that one of the quests in your game of life was to win wonwoo's feelings, and it was a game you were bound to lose.

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Avenue of Tears by dropsofletters (19.7k) || Band AU, Exes to Lovers, Angst || Listening to the latest album of the living daydream that is the drummer jeon wonwoo isn’t quite the best idea when, supposedly, it’s written about an ex. missing him to bits, she decides to plug in her earphones, and get lost in the words written by him, for her, perfectly put together to describe what was once broken…but can now be healed.

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[sluttywoozi]

Interlude No. 5 | jww x reader

Interlude No. 5: You've been laying in Wonwoo's arms for hours, watching him play video games. Or, more accurately, watching his hands as he plays video games.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.3k | Pairing: jww x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: dom/sub vibes, hand kink, finger sucking, fingerfucking, squirting, aftercare

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina

“Are you still having a good time, baby?” Wonwoo asks, his chest vibrating against your back and his chin moving on the top of your head with his words. 

You’ve been resting between his legs in bed and watching him play video games for hours, and even though your eyes are tired and your ass is numb, you couldn’t be more content. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily, squeezing his forearm where it lays on your waist and watching his hands work the controller that sits on your stomach. You’ve been watching his hands more than the games he’s been playing, but who could blame you for that?

They’re just so elegant, his palms broad and his fingers long, the digits agile from years of gaming. They’re cold more often than not, though you can always warm them up by holding them between your own. 

Or sucking on his fingers, as you so often love to do. 

He loves it too, you can tell by how he always sweeps up sweet things for you to taste, whipped cream and frosting and chocolate ganache, and by the look on his face when you take his fingers in your mouth and clean them off with your tongue. 

There’s also the way he uses them to keep you quiet, to keep you pliant and wet and sweet for him, his fingers sliding into your mouth whenever you talk back just a little too much, moan just a little too loud. Most of the time, he doesn’t mind either of those things, but there are occasions in which it’s necessary to keep quiet. 

Like when you fuck somewhere you shouldn’t. 

You’ve got a decent list going of all the places you definitely shouldn’t have had sex: bathrooms at clubs, in his car after a movie date, on his car after a late night drive, at the beach (once, and it’s the only one you regret). All of those times, and a few others, he’s had to keep your mouth busy because you just couldn’t stop running it. 

It’s not like you’re complaining; you love the taste of his skin, the feeling of his fingers pressing down on your tongue, the way his eyes get so deep and dark and desirous when he watches your lips pucker around them. 

Sometimes, his goal isn’t keeping you quiet, but getting his fingers wet to ruin you with them. You’re always soaked enough for him to just dive in, but he likes the added teasing of making you lick his fingers until they’re almost as wet as your pussy before he finally pushes them inside. 

That just gets you hotter, gets you so aroused, they can glide right in. 

Which, of course, makes you think of the way he uses them to make you cum. 

He’s so precise with it, always taking you apart step by step, demolishing you floor by floor. He’s so in tune with your body by now that he can make you cum in minutes, sometimes before you’re ready. Even on days where it’s harder for you to find that release, he doesn’t give up, growing almost methodical in his movements until you finally break for him. 

And that’s always how it feels, like you’re breaking into pieces, like your seams are ripping and your dam is breaking, and when you flood him, he thanks you for it. Then, as if you’re an undone puzzle, he puts you back together, finding the edges that fit and locking them in place with gentle hands and a soothing voice. 

“Y/n? You okay?” Wonwoo asks from behind you, his voice soft and inquisitive.

“Yeah, why?” You answer perhaps a bit too quickly, your heart starting to race as he pauses his game and sets the controller aside. 

“Because your foot is wiggling and you’re breathing fast,” he says, pressing his hands to your abdomen and smoothing them up to rest under your breasts. “And your heart is pounding.”

“Oh, um,” you stall, trying to think of an explanation that actually makes sense. 

“You’re either anxious or turned on, and whichever it is, I wanna help,” he murmurs into your hair, taking a surreptitious sniff and smooching your crown. 

“Well, I’m definitely not anxious,” you mutter under your breath, forgetting that he has ears like a hawk thanks to his poor vision. 

“So if I touched you right now, you’d be wet?” 

Fuck, his voice has taken on that edge, the one that means he’s already thinking about what he wants to do to you, how he wants to make you cum. 

“Maybe,” you squeak, shivering when one hand smooths down over your tummy to rest on your pelvis. 

“If you won’t tell me, should I just touch you and find out for myself?” 

“I mean…,” you fight the urge to tug his hand down between your legs, knowing it’ll find its way there soon enough. “I wouldn’t stop you.” 

He hums thoughtfully, and you just know he’s contemplating whether or not he wants to tease you tonight. You can’t tell what he decides until he reaches down and takes hold of your thigh, pushing and lifting it to put your leg over his. He does the same with your other leg, leaving you splayed open for him. 

Teasing it is, then. 

You’re not wet enough that it’s soaked through to your shorts, but you can feel the lips of your pussy parting with the position, feel your damp underwear rubbing against the sensitive skin, feel your heartbeat as it travels down to your clit. 

His fingers chase it, firmly sliding down the seam of your lounge shorts and back up, rubbing you through two layers until you’re rocking into his hand, ready to beg for more. 

He anticipates your needs, tugging your shorts and panties to the side before dragging his fingers through your folds, hissing a quiet swear at the wetness he finds. 

“Knew it,” he chuckles, making you squirm self consciously. He stills you by wrapping his free arm around your waist, anchoring you to his body and holding you in place as his fingers glide over your clit. 

You want to buck your hips into the pressure but you can’t, not with your legs stuck on either side of his and his heavy, strong arm banded across you. All you can do is take it as he tests different patterns, different speeds, different shapes, as if he doesn’t know the exact combination that will make you fall apart. 

How long he does this, you don’t know. You just know that by the time he finally starts touching you how you like, your eyes are full of tears and your pussy is still fucking empty. 

“Wonwoo, please,” you whine, tilting your head back and to the side so you can stare at his profile, watch his face as he denies you, like you know he will. 

“You want my fingers inside, don’t you?” He asks rhetorically, already well aware of the answer. “This is why you should just tell me when I ask if you’re wet.” 

“I’m shy,” you whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as he rolls his fingers over your clit. 

“I know you are, baby,” he murmurs in a soothing voice, squeezing your waist in a comforting gesture before letting two of his fingers slip down and notch in your entrance, just up to the first knuckle. 

It’s almost worse than nothing, this little hint of fullness, this small taste of what you need, because you have no way of knowing when he’ll give it to you. Thankfully, there’s no if, you know he’ll take care of you eventually, you just don’t know how much longer you’ll have to wait. 

It feels like it’s been eons, like a lifetime has passed since he spread your legs and pushed your clothes aside, and you don’t know how much patience you have left in you. 

He gives you another inch, sinking his fingers in just a little deeper, your walls clinging to them, forming around them, welcoming them in. You take in a shuddering breath, your muscles tense and your head fuzzy as he slowly works you open. 

He starts rocking his fingers in and out, in and out, giving you more and more with each thrust until finally, they’re as deep as they can reach, thank fuck. You expect him to continue to tease you, to build you up brick by brick, so when he immediately curls them towards your stomach and into your sweet spot, you lose both your breath and your mind. 

“Wonwoo,” you sob, drawing out the end of his name and feeling your inner muscles clamp down on his fingers. He drags them out anyway and sends them back inside, his pace rocketing up until he’s fucking you with them, a slick squelch following every crook of his fingertips into your g-spot. 

“What, baby?” He asks, like he’s not currently two fingers deep and hellbent on sending you to nirvana. 

You don’t say anything, whimpering in response as his fingers grind against your front wall, your arousal seeping out around them and dripping down your ass to the bed. 

“Are you shy again? Or is it that you just can’t talk?” He asks smugly, just a hint of meanness in his voice, though that hint only makes you wetter, makes you needier. 

“You know…,” you gasp, attempting to make your mouth do something other than moan. “You know what you’re- fuck, what you’re doing.” 

The end of your sentence is a whine, but you got all of it out and for that, you’re proud of yourself. Perhaps you shouldn’t be, though, because it just makes him fuck his fingers into you harder, faster, the tips curving into your sweet spot with overwhelming accuracy. 

“I do know what I’m doing, don’t I? If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be this fucking wet,” he laughs, the smartass he is. 

You can’t say he’s wrong though, and soon enough, you can’t say anything, not when the arm holding your waist shifts up between your breasts to hold your throat. He doesn’t linger even though you wish he would, two of his fingers sliding up your chin until they sink between your lips and hook into your mouth. 

He tugs it open, presses his fingertips down on your tongue, making you moan loud enough, it echoes off the walls. Now the sounds escaping your mouth can contend with the sounds he’s drawing from your cunt, your whimpers and sobs and moans almost covering the obscene noise of him fingerfucking you into the afterlife. 

You don’t even think you need anything on your clit, though you do have one hand free, the other gripping his wrist for dear life as you writhe in his hold. You know better than to use that free hand, know he’d slow everything down, wouldn’t let you cum for ages just because you got greedy. 

It’s happened before, and you still have enough mental fortitude to prevent it from happening again. 

You’re nearing the edge anyway, heat gathering in your belly and spreading out through your whole body, blazing along your nerves and finally reaching your brain in a fire so bright, it’s blinding. Your vision whites out, your hearing gets muffled, and your pussy clamps down around his fingers, your walls spasming in overstimulation when he just leaves them inside and digs them into your g-spot. 

He doesn’t stop, his fingers sweeping back and forth inside of you as his hand jerks, drawing out your orgasm and immediately pushing you into another. This one is even more intense somehow, your legs trembling and fighting to snap closed, even with his own legs holding them apart. 

You can feel drool pooling in your mouth, feel his heart racing against your back, feel his breaths puff out on the side of your face, and then you feel nothing except for his fingers deep inside of you. A bubble swells in your pelvis, a pressure building like nothing else, and on the next curl of his fingers, you cum with a veritable flood, arousal spraying out of you as you wail and buck against him. 

“Fuck,” you hear him bite out through the roaring in your ears. His cock twitches at the small of your back, a wet warmth gathering on your tank that can only mean he came with you, and the last thought you have before you black out is God, I’m in love with a fucking menace.

.

When you wake, you’re at the edge of the bed, which doesn’t seem safe. 

It makes sense when you shift a leg and run into wet cloth, the memory of squirting all over his bed coming back to you in bits and pieces. 

Your hips and your pussy are sore, and so is your jaw, but then Wonwoo appears in the doorway with a glass of juice and a nervous smile, and all is right within you. 

He helps you hobble to the en suite, the bath already drawn for you, and holds your elbows as you carefully lower yourself in. You pout when he leaves, but you know he has to change the sheets so you just sink deeper into the hot water, content to doze until he returns. 

You know that when he does, he’ll sink into the tub with you, and wrap you up tight in his arms, and ask if you’re alright, if he went too far. 

You’ll tell him that he was perfect, and he’ll blush all cute and pretty for you, and then you’ll share a kiss, your first since the one you exchanged when you arrived at his place. 

It’ll be everything you need, just like Wonwoo is. 

AN: when i was in high school, i knew this guy and i would go over to his house after school and we would just snuggle while he played video games and life was so simple and nice! this is the adult version of that i guess

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[kyeomofhearts]

Before the Day Begins | J.WW

+ summary: an interesting way to start an early sunday morning with your boyfriend wonwoo.

+ pair: wonwoo x fem!reader

+ word count: 1.3k

+ content: smut, fluff, soft, oral (f.receiving), fingering, edging, penetration, creampie (use protection!), some aftercare.

[ᝰ.ᐟ] Happy Spring Break!! College has been so tiring lately but that doesn't mean I don't have any ideas... >:) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this Wonu fic! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

As much as you hated Sundays (they were a bitter reminder that the weekend was indeed coming to an end.), you couldn't help but enjoy the mornings that came with them, especially one like today.

Your eyes were still heavily coated with sleep. You noticed that the room was dimly lit, only a few rays of sunlight could make it past the heavy blackout curtains Wonwoo had purchased a few years ago. You couldn't tell exactly what time it was, but it definitely had to be before 10 am because the light coming from outside was barely visible, even without the curtains.

What caught your attention was the warm hand that was slowly making its way to your breast. It didn't help that your pajamas were incredibly thin, allowing you to feel everything that your lover was doing. Once his hand had made its way to your breast, he began to slowly massage it in smooth circles. Wonwoo's touch was firm yet tender, his sole purpose was to give you pleasure. You let out a few whimpers, enjoying the attention he was placing on your chest. The rest of his body was warm, you couldn't help but push yourself deeper into him. This pulled a low grunt from him, your ass now providing a fraction of the friction that he was craving. It was no surprise that Wonwoo woke up like this, sleeping while spooning you always managed to make him hard in the mornings. Wonwoo eventually grew impatient and decided to take it further by teasing the hem of your underwear, sliding it down inch by inch.

In the midst of his teasing, you decided to have your own fun. With your closest hand, you snaked your way down to his boxers where he was hiding his hard-on. You encased the majority of his clothed cock, testing the waters with a few strokes. Eventually, you started to copy his movements from earlier, drawing slow, tender circles on him. This seemed to work in your favor, considering that Wonwoo had ceased all of his ministrations. He groaned here and there, his voice was awfully deep in the mornings. After a few more minutes of your dangerous teasing, Wonwoo firmly pulled your hand away from him.

"Had to stop you before I blew a load in my underwear," his voice was strained, showing you just how close he was. You lightly chuckled at this.

After a moment or so, Wonwoo began to move around and positioned himself right in between your thighs. He continued lowering himself until he was met with your pussy. Before diving in, he suddenly asked, 'May I?'. As much as he wanted to taste you, he always made sure to ask before giving in to his selfish desires. You nodded quickly but realized he couldn't see so you opted for a quick 'yes'. That being said, Wonwoo couldn't help but feel enamored by you, no matter what, you were always wet for him. He slid both of his arms underneath your thighs, in preparation for keeping you grounded. With that, he landed a few long licks to your slit, the pressure on his tongue being somewhat firm. He took his time with each lick, each one better than the last. Occasionally, he would plant a few kisses on the sides of your lips. His pressure got increasingly stronger the closer he got to your bud, knowing how sensitive you were in that area.

Once he felt that familiar bundle, Wonwoo began sucking on the bud. You couldn't help but yelp at the sudden pleasure he was giving you. He played with the pressure and motions that he used on you, switching from light flicking to harsh sucking within a matter of seconds. You couldn't help but reach over to his head, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging on it. Wonwoo loved it when you did that because it let him know just how good of a job he was doing. After what seemed like hours of him devouring you, he decided to add his fingers to the mix. He briefly pulled away from you to make room for his fingers, coating them with your juices. Slowly, he slid one finger in, pumping it a few times before adding the second, then the third. His technique was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to all three of his fingers at once. He eventually sped up and started curling them upwards, knowing that it was a gateway to having you come within minutes. Setting a good rhythm, he latched onto your clit, firmly sucking on it once again. Your whines then turned into moans, and you knew you were nearing the end. With just a few more strokes you would feel-

Nothing.

You cried at the sudden loss of his mouth and tongue, god, you hated it when he did that!

"Let's cum together?" He said while smiling, happy that his attempt at edging you was deemed a success.

Wonwoo then sat up and positioned himself right between your entrance. He pumped himself a few times and slowly covered his cock with your slick. With that, he started pushing himself in, bit by bit. He lowered his head and connected his lips to yours, successfully covering up his whines. His pace was slow at first, wanting to give himself time to adjust to your delicious walls (he knows he will immediately cum inside you if he doesn't start off slowly). You let out a few gasps, his thrusts were hitting deeper and deeper the more he went. Wonwoo couldn't help but spread you out even more, loving the way you kept sucking him back in. Although the room was dark, Wonwoo was still able to see the way your pussy was taking him in. He was enamored at the way your bodies seemingly connected with every thrust.

He peppered a few kisses to your neck and chest before pulling away to see you in all your glory. Wonwoo then slid his hand onto your pussy, the pad of his thumb directly above your neglected clit. Alternating from lazy circles to firmer ones, his pace also quickened with each stroke. He knew that you were really close, and with the pace that he set himself, Wonwoo was not too far from filling you up. After pistoning himself further into you, Wonwoo was so close to tipping over the edge. He lowered his head towards the junction where your neck and shoulder met, biting you once his lips made contact with your plush skin. You immediately felt yourself come undone, unable to control the fluttering walls of your pussy, you felt Wonwoo completely empty his load inside you. His groans were muffled by that chunk of skin that he was still latched onto, surely there would be a bruise.

The two of you continued to lay there, limbs tangled between each other. By this point, his cum was already making its way out of your entrance and was beginning to overflow. You didn't mind staying like this but you knew that Wonwoo was eventually going to get up and clean the two of you. By which you were correct because shortly thereafter, Wonwoo scooped you up into his arms and took you to your shared bathroom. He used a damp rag to clean up any remaining cum in between your legs. For the most part, it was quiet between the two of you, only sharing the occasional smile or two. You lived for the quiet moments like this, where you didn't need to say anything because you already knew how he felt. Aside from having only fucked less than five minutes ago, you couldn't help but feel overly domestic with him. Wonwoo handed you a fresh pair of underwear while he slipped on another pair of briefs. You felt a sudden wave of sleepiness take over your body, and as if he read your mind, Wonwoo grabbed your hand and led you to your shared bed.

"Let's go back to sleep, yeah?"

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[wonuwonder]

“baby where did you put my headphones?” wonwoo asks, his head popping through the kitchen door.

“did you just call me baby?” you say cutely, and wonwoo blushes instantly, you’ve been officially dating for two weeks, so terms of endearment were still something new, but always lovely to hear.

“i might’ve” he says shyly, squinting his nose and eyes. you go over to where he’s standing and hug him by the tummy, looking up at him propping your chin on his chest, he hugs you back by the shoulders, you tiptoe and give him a quick kiss.

“i like it” you say, and he smiles, “i like it too” he says back and hugs you tightly.

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[joonsytip]

So It Goes || Wonwoo

Synopsis: Your acceptance of his rejection and attempt on moving on has been hurting Wonwoo to the bones, head and most significantly, his heart.

Word Count: 1.3k

Sequel to Say Don't Go and set in the Withering for You universe (can be read as a standalone drabble series).

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, mention of fucking once, making out

Next Part : All Too Well

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"Take me with you, please."

Wonwoo double takes at you, finding it hard to believe that such words could come out of your mouth and not be directed at him.

You are grinning ear to ear, something you haven't done in a while.

"Are you sure because all I do is work.", Jihoon tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and says, "You'd eventually get bored of me."

"I can fill in for all the interesting things", you tell him coyly.

Seungcheol and his wife are expecting their first baby so the group decided to throw a party to the soon to be parents. The ambience is cozy, the lights are dim. Soothing music is filling in the space and after long and fun conversations all together, now you all are scattered in groups chatting the night away.

Jihoon is a new addition to the group, the prodigal musician who was initially bagged by Seungcheol's wife to manage the new branch of the academy founded by her and Seungkwan but ended up playing an important part in the reunion of Seungcheol and his wife and hence was adopted by the group instantly. Especially you, you've grown fond of Jihoon. Seems the same for him as well.

It's a pleasing atmosphere, everything is eye pleasing but also, such an eyesore to Wonwoo. Because though no one has asked him to be standing so close to you, he at his own will, is leaning against a wall adjacent to where you're seated across Jihoon who has now his hand placed atop yours. Wonwoo's teeth are sinking onto an empty cup, eyes sharp and hands fisted with all his attention spanned on you.

"You're making it so obvious."

Wonwoo turns his head to Seungcheol's whispering, the later grabs his arm and takes him away to a more secluded area. Seungcheol takes a quick jog to his wife asking her to call him if she needs anything, kisses her forehead softly and walks back to where his friend is standing.

"So what are you gonna about it?", Seungcheol asks.

Wonwoo doesn't meet his eyes, "About what?"

Seungcheol sighs, he understands where his friend is coming from and also feels guilty about his family painting this horrendous picture of the rich and powerful that has scared the person infront of him so much that he believes almost everyone is sick and twisted.

"Everyone in this room knows that you like Y/N.", Seungcheol says sadly patting his shoulder, "And not every family is sick like mine.", he smiles sweeping a quick glance at his wife, "But look we're back together, after everything, we're in love, we're gonna have a family soon. It's the best of anything I could have ever asked for."

To be honest, when Seungcheol got back together with his wife, it would given Wonwoo a hope, he could see the silver linings but he is still afraid.

"I have already rejected her and...", Wonwoo's gaze falls on you, a sad smile ghosting on his lips, "She looks happier with him, she's moving on."

You haven't looked at him once and he's unable to take his eyes off you tonight.

"You're mistaken.", Seungcheol says and hands him a filled cup, "You don't need to hold back everytime. Try living for yourself from now on."

It's not easy he thinks, not when his brother is lying unconscious, getting treated in the hospital, not when you belong to the family of chaebols, several heirs lining up to get married to you while he's just a secretary, who's still trying to meet ends.

Wonwoo doesn't hold back, he finds a seat at one of the tables and resorts to drinking which he has never done before as an obligation to himself to be the one to drive all others to safety, though never been asked.

"He's worse than her.", Mingyu tells Seungkwan.

"Shouldn't we stop him?", Chan asks, "He's drowning in his sorrows."

"Damn, Jihoon turned out to be such a great actor, even I'd have believed that there's something going on between Y/N and him, if I hadn't known.", Seungkwan mutters eyes going back and forth between the three of you, "It's funny knowing Jihoon has a motive to make Wonwoo jealous but sad knowing Y/N wants him to think she's moving on just not to be a burden to him anymore."

It's the dawn hours when Seungcheol who is as sober as day just so he could attend his wife anytime is begging everyone to dismiss the party insisting his wife needs to maintain her sleep schedule and rest well but she won't leave until everyone does.

"Okay, so my driver's coming , anyone wants to come with me?", Chan asks.

Seungkwan and Mingyu immediately tags along.

"Jihoon, Y/N what about you both?", Seungcheol asks.

"Take Jihoon with you both.", you say sighing, "I am not drunk, haven't had drinks."

"Okay, we are gonna take Wonwoo also--"

You cut off Seungcheol, "I'll take Wonwoo with me, don't worry."

No one objects, one by one they leave. You go to Wonwoo who hasn't sobered up a bit despite of the efforts of Mingyu from before.

"Come on, let's go.", you tell him, helping him to get up.

Drunk Wonwoo is chatty, his honeydew voice is eating off your ears as you struggle to put his big frame inside the car.

He's talking about how he keeps loosing the games nowadays because he lacks concentration. He talks about how happy he was when the doctors said that his brother can have a full recovery. He's spilling out random facts, cracking lame jokes and whatnot.

He's so cute, you think. You wanna record this version of him, wanna stop driving and give your full attention to him, to look at him. Because you know once he sobers up he's not gonna remember any of this, going back to his stoic self.

Seungcheol has texted you the passcode of his house and somehow you've ended on sheets under Wonwoo.

"Be here, with me", he mumbles, his soft breaths grazing your neck.

"Wonwoo, move", you huff trying to get him off you but fail one more time as his arms lock you in place.

He lifts his head to meet your gaze, removes the hair off your face and says, "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So good at everything you do, have so many people admiring you.", he smiles through the slurry words, "You could have anyone, anyone would be willing to be with you but out of all people you choose me."

You go stiff when he rests his forehead against you. And your whole body gives up when he confesses, "I love you, Y/N. Love you so much that it hurts. I'm so sorry for hurting you."

After some moments of staring, your hands attempt to push him again, "You're just drunk, you don't mean anything you're saying. Please--"

The words remain stuck in your throat as Wonwoo kisses you. His lips move softly against yours, the aftertaste of alcohol in his mouth intoxication you as well, as you find yourself giving in, kissing him back.

He takes both of your hands and pins them above your head, deepening the kiss. You moan, gasping for breath, letting his tongue lick your whole mouth. Every ounce of rational thoughts leaves your body, just like the clothes those stay discarded on his bedroom floor.

Wonwoo is fast asleep beside you, hugging your naked body after fucking you hard because you surely wouldn't call it making love.

You slowly remove his hand and get up. After putting back your clothes on, you keep the medicine and water on the sidetable.

"You probably didn't mean for any of this to happen between us.", you whisper, trying to hold back the tears, "You won't even remember all of this."

You peck the side of his head and take your leave.

When Wonwoo wakes up later, he groans because of the killer headache but also sobers up straight, panicking when he finds no traces of you in the house.

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[thedensworld]

Your Best Man | J.Ww

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff, humor, established relationship

Summary: Wonwoo has tried his best to become the best man you've ever met. At the end, he is the best man.

Author note: let's have a break from angsty suffering story and have some fluffywonu!

Wonwoo loves you. He loves you with all of his heart. Honestly, he loves you with all of his life. In conclusion he loves you very much. Wonwoo sat there, an empty soju glass in hand, his words flowing like the river of affection he held for you. Mingyu, realizing his friend had reached the brink of tipsiness, halted the soju parade, albeit reluctantly, knowing Wonwoo was just getting started.

"Mingyu, remember when I fell head over heels for her at first sight?" Wonwoo's tone was earnest, albeit slightly slurred, as he delved into his favorite topic, you.

Mingyu nodded, taking a break from his spicy budae jiggae to indulge Wonwoo's sentimental journey.

"She was stunning," Wonwoo continued, his gaze drifting upwards as if searching for you among the stars. "I mean, she's always been gorgeous, but back then? Wow. Even Cupid would've been jealous of my aim that day."

He chuckled, the warmth of nostalgia enveloping him as he recalled the moment fate intervened, intertwining your destinies.

"In hindsight, it's like the universe had a checklist and decided, 'Yep, these two are meant to be.' And who am I to argue with the universe, right?"

Wonwoo's laughter filled the air, a testament to the joy you brought him, even in the haze of alcohol and spicy food.

So there they sat, one lost in love and the other in a spicy stew, united in their admiration for the wonder that was you. And as Wonwoo raised his glass in a tipsy salute to your magnificence, Mingyu couldn't help but toast silently to the cosmic comedy that brought you all together. Cheers to love, laughter, and the occasional soju-fueled confession.

Years ago, Wonwoo became acquainted with you through a movie he watched with Vernon. You were a rising rookie actor at the time. Fate, however, had a more direct introduction in store for him. It happened one evening by the Han River, where Wonwoo sought solace in the night air and a bowl of ramyeon, alone with his thoughts.

The tranquility was shattered by the intrusive click of a camera shutter, followed by a beam of flashlight. Initially annoyed by the presence of paparazzi, Wonwoo's irritation quickly turned to anger as he contemplated the invasion of privacy suffered by countless others in the industry.

His resolve to confront the paparazzi was cut short by a sudden thud and a groan. Rushing to the source of the commotion, Wonwoo discovered the paparazzi lying on the ground while another figure stood nearby, inspecting the camera.

"I know this is your job, but this is not right," Other person admonished, voice firm with conviction. "You've invaded someone's privacy and caused them untold discomfort. Can you even sleep at night knowing what you do?"

As the other person, you, retrieved the memory card, your eyes met Wonwoo's. In that moment of shared understanding, Wonwoo offered a thumbs-up in appreciation of your intervention, sparking a conversation between the two of you.

You explained that you recognized the paparazzi, having caught them fabricating rumors within the industry. Wonwoo nodded in solidarity, acknowledging his own frustration with such unethical practices.

"I was about to take action myself," Wonwoo admitted, shaking his head. "I'm relieved to know I'm not the only one who feels this way."

And so, amidst the backdrop of the Han River, a bond formed between two strangers united by their disdain for injustice and their shared desire to protect the integrity of others. It was a chance encounter that would leave a lasting impression on both Wonwoo and you, shaping the course of their future interactions.

A conversation led to another, as late-night discussions evolved into playful banter and eventually escalated into vulnerable talks. What began as strangers connecting gradually blossomed into friendship, and then something more profound – love. Wonwoo cherished every step of the journey with you, never once regretting the decision to let you into his life. With you by his side, life seemed brighter, the shadows dissipating whenever you were together, and he couldn't shake the feeling that you were the one sent by a higher power to fill the void within him.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" Wonwoo's question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and hope. When you said yes, he made a silent vow to himself to be the best man you'd ever known. He listened to your concerns, ensured you never felt pressured, and held you in the highest regard, becoming your staunchest supporter whenever your movies or dramas premiered.

Of course, it wasn't all smooth sailing. Like any couple, Wonwoo and you faced their fair share of ups and downs. But each challenge served as a lesson, strengthening their bond and shaping them into better individuals for each other. If Wonwoo were to recount their biggest argument, it would likely be the time he recommended you to a director he knew.

Wonwoo happened to know a veteran noir movie director, a figure you admired deeply for his work. During a discussion between Wonwoo and the director at a premiere event, your name came up, sparking a conversation that would ultimately change the course of events.

"Your girlfriend is Ji Y/n, right? Her acting was exceptional in the last movie," the director remarked, his interest piqued.

"She's a huge fan of yours," Wonwoo replied. "I know it might be unconventional, but I was hoping you could consider casting her in your next project. It would mean a lot to her."

To Wonwoo's surprise, the director revealed that he was indeed seeking an actress for his upcoming movie and would be delighted if you were interested in joining the cast.

Initially, the news seemed like a dream come true. However, Wonwoo's excitement turned to concern when he received a series of missed calls from you while he was away on a business trip. Upon calling you back, he was met with the sound of your sobbing, instantly stirring worry within him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I never asked for your help with my career," you replied, your tone heavy with frustration.

Wonwoo's brow furrowed as you mentioned the director's name, realizing he had unwittingly stepped into a sensitive issue.

"I never asked you to secure a role for me in his movie, so why does everyone think I got it through a connection?" you inquired him, your voice trembling with emotion.

Wonwoo sighed, acknowledging his mistake. "I was talking to him that night, and he mentioned you—"

"He talked behind my back saying you begged him to put me into the cast."

"I never asked for that!" you continued, your frustration evident.

"I know," Wonwoo conceded, regret weighing heavy on his shoulders. "He didn't say what you think he did."

Feeling hurt and misunderstood, you ended the call abruptly, leaving Wonwoo with a sinking feeling in his chest. Acting swiftly, he instructed his manager to drive him to your place, determined to resolve the misunderstanding before it escalated further.

Wonwoo entered your apartment well past midnight, his fatigue from a long day's schedule overshadowed by the weight of guilt gnawing at him. Upon seeing you seated on the couch, head bowed in distress, he felt a pang of remorse pierce through him.

"What did he say to you?" Wonwoo inquired gently, his voice laden with concern as he approached you.

"It doesn't matter what he said," you replied, your tone laced with frustration. "What matters is that you overstepped by asking him to cast me in his movie! I want to build my career on my own terms, and I want people to recognize that."

Wonwoo knelt in front of you, seeking to meet your gaze. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his remorse evident. "I just thought—since you admire his work—it would be a good opportunity. I didn't anticipate this outcome."

A heavy silence hung between you before you confessed the truth. "I walked away from the role midway through filming. I couldn't bear to work with someone who talk trash their talent like that."

Wonwoo nodded understandingly, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "I understand," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your troubled thoughts. "You did what felt right for you."

As you feared, rumors began to circulate in the weeks following the announcement of your departure from the movie. Speculations about your connections within the industry surfaced, casting a shadow over your hard-earned reputation. Yet through it all, Wonwoo stood by your side, offering unwavering support and reassurance.

He knew the truth, and that was enough for him. Together, you weathered the storm of gossip, emerging stronger and more united than ever before. For Wonwoo, there was no greater reward than seeing you stand firm in your convictions, unyielding in the face of adversity. And as long as you had each other, no amount of speculation could tarnish the bond you shared.

Years later, you and Wonwoo went public with your marriage, and he was grateful for the overwhelmingly positive feedback you both received. The wedding was an intimate affair, attended only by close family and colleagues. For Wonwoo, it marked the culmination of his journey to become the best man you'd ever known, now leveled up to become the best husband himself.

He found joy in the simple moments of life, relishing in the comfort of sleeping and waking up beside you each day. To the surprise of his fellow members, who often referred to him as the prince by his fans, Wonwoo had embraced domesticity wholeheartedly. Learning to cook, clean, give massages, and take on any task that arose became second nature to him, especially during your pregnancy with your firstborn, Jeon Jihan.

Now, at five years old, Jihan possessed a strong will of his own, often refusing to hold hands with Wonwoo when being taken to daycare. Wonwoo couldn't help but wonder whose attitude Jihan had inherited—though deep down, he knew it was undoubtedly from you. Nevertheless, it didn't dampen Wonwoo's love for you and his son. He cherished every moment spent with his family, grateful for the love and happiness they brought into his life.

One day, while Wonwoo was away on tour and Jihan was just two years old, he heard from his fellow members that the women—referred to as "their girls"—had gathered at Seungcheol's wife's place. Concerned for your well-being, Wonwoo immediately called you to check in.

"Are you joining them?" he asked, his worry palpable over the phone line.

"Will you bring Jihan?" he added, mindful of your responsibilities as a parent.

"Of course, he can't take care of himself," came your sarcastic reply.

Wonwoo chuckled at your dry humor. "But didn't you say our car broke down yesterday?"

"I'll find a solution, don't worry about it, darling!" you reassured him.

However, after the concert, Wonwoo discovered from Seungcheol himself that you had ridden his bike to their place—with Jihan in tow. Not a word of this had come from you. Frustration and disbelief churned in Wonwoo's chest as he made a call to you.

"How could you ride a bike with our child being that young?" he demanded, his tone edged with concern.

"Jihan loves it!" you countered, sending a photo taken by another woman at a traffic light, showing Jihan smiling while securely attached to your front.

Wonwoo facepalmed with his hand, unable to believe what he was hearing. "You could have endangered both of you and Jihan. You're not allowed to ride my bike again!"

It wasn't that Wonwoo doubted your skill—you had been riding bikes for years, a shared passion that had drawn you both together. However, the idea of riding a bike with your child had never crossed his mind, nor did he ever imagine you would consider it. The incident led to his members labeling him as a "gangster husband," a nickname stemming from your unconventional lifestyle and characters in the movies.

"So what's the matter now, hyung? You said you're okay, you love her, you'll support her no matter what. Then what's with the change of heart?" Mingyu confronted drunken Wonwoo.

Wonwoo clumsily put down his glass, "You're not married, Mingyu. You won't understand my pain!" he declared, slurring his words as Mingyu rolled his eyes in amusement.

Without missing a beat, Mingyu dialed your number. "Hello, Y/n! Did you miss your husband already? He's being a pain in my ass tonight. Should I take him home?"

Wonwoo's eyes widened in panic as he realized what Mingyu was up to, but his drunken attempts to grab Mingyu's phone proved futile.

"Just the usual babbling about his undying love for you and some other nonsense. I'll be there in 20, okay? Bye!" Mingyu announced cheerfully before hanging up.

"No! I don't wanna go home! I don't wanna face her like this," Wonwoo protested dramatically, his words slurred as he tried to resist Mingyu's attempts to escort him home.

Mingyu sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "This hyung..." he muttered, resigning himself to the task of dragging a stubborn and intoxicated Wonwoo back to the safety of your arms.

*

"Where's Jihan?" Wonwoo groaned, nursing his pounding head while seated at the dining table, his breakfast being served by you. The mere act of opening his eyes felt like a Herculean task.

You shrugged casually, "Someone woke him up last night, and he ended up staying up late. He's still asleep."

Wonwoo's brows furrowed, knowing full well that the culprit was none other than himself. Yet, he was surprised by your nonchalant reaction to Jihan's extended slumber. "He's not going to daycare today?"

You shook your head, taking a seat across from him. "I'm free today, except for my ballet class at 4. Your mom wants to see Jihan, so I'll be taking him to your parents' place before then."

The mention of your ballet class jogged Wonwoo's memory of his conversation with Mingyu the night before. "You're still taking ballet classes?"

You set down your utensils and fixed him with a steady gaze. "Yes," you confirmed firmly. "And Mingyu filled me in on your little chat last night."

Wonwoo grumbled, "I'll punch him later," before offering a weak smile in your direction.

"I've decided to take the role no matter what, darling. It'll be my first-ever romcom movie," you declared, determination shining in your eyes.

Wonwoo sighed deeply, his headache worsening at the thought. "That's the problem, babe. I'm just not ready for that!" he confessed, his tone tinged with a hint of panic.

"What are you not ready for?" you queried, raising an eyebrow as Wonwoo stretched his hands and gestured vaguely.

"All the lovey-dovey stuff you'll have to do in the movie! Kissing, hugging, and acting all smiley with other men—I'm just not prepared for that!" Wonwoo exclaimed, his expression a mix of concern and discomfort.

You scoffed, "I thought we were done talking about this. I asked for your opinion, remember? If you don't want me to take the role, I won't. But you said your opinion doesn't matter as long as I'm happy, and I'm more than happy to challenge myself with this role."

Wonwoo nodded solemnly. "I know, but that was before I found out about the intimate scenes like kissing and hugging!"

You nodded understandingly. "You're right. And besides, you're the only man who can kiss and hug me like that."

Wonwoo sighed, relenting slightly. "Just kiss me three more times every day, and I'll pretend like nothing happened," he bargained, a hint of resignation in his voice. After all, he is your best man, right?

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[lololololchips]

i’m a big fan of your work aghhh i would like to request for some jun or wonwoo bf texts or even more vernon (it made me laugh sm) 🥹🥹 !!

thank you 💞💞 i love your smau one shots btw they’re so funny. the wonwoo one shot esp omg 😭😭 the mark ig story cameo made me laugh so hard

thank you for the request :))

here you go hehe hope you like it

Jeon Wonwoo || boyfriend texts with wonwoo

genre: one shot smau, fake texts, non!idol, fluff

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, very small argument happens, nsfw (?), mentions of biting

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[markberries]

hardcover ﹒ jw

synopsis ﹕ with your issues with trusting people, you had a small group of friends and you enjoyed it like that. a cute guy at a library challenges your lifestyle by asking you out.

genre + ﹕ fluff, small bits of angst (only because reader has trust issues!!), non idol!au, gn reader (i think... lmk if theres anything that indicates otherwise)

wc ﹕ 4.2k

warnings ﹕ none

note ﹕ lord i saw the photos of wonu from this award show and went CRAZYYY... so yes here is a cute lil fic of wonu <3 i worked rlly hard PLS ENJOY

your eyes fix on the space between the books on the shelves, eyeing a guy who was in the aisle next to you. his black rimmed glasses are sitting upon the bridge of his nose, his fingertips running along the collection of stories sitting in front of him.

this man had caught your eye a couple months back. he was undeniably handsome, and he always came in on fridays around four o’clock. no, you were not being creepy — you had been coming to this library at that time before you even saw him. a cute guy who reads wasn’t going to change your schedule.

you’re so busy admiring him that you accidentally knock a book off the shelf, making yourself jump out of shock and the cute library guy shoot his eyes towards your direction. you panic even more, dropping a couple of other books to the ground.

“shit,” you whisper to yourself, bending down to pick up the fallen books. while you’re collecting them, you notice another hand reaching to help you out.

you nearly shriek when you see the cute guy from before assisting you. he’s even more handsome up close, it’s almost like aphrodite crafted him herself. 

“thank you,” you say awkwardly. he smiles, and dear god, his smile is so undeniably cute. the both of you stand up straight, and he’s politely taking the books from your hand so he can place them on the shelf himself.

“no worries,” he replies. his black hair casts a shadow over his brown eyes, it looks soft to the touch and recently shampooed. 

after months of conveniently being in the library at the same time, you would think that starting a conversation with him would have been easy. maybe asking “what’s your name?” could have easily been a conversation starter.

instead, you choose to thank him again and walk away. you’re immediately face palming at yourself when you do, losing probably one of the only chances you’ll get to talk to him. 

you glance back at him. the sleeves of his white turtleneck are rolled up to his elbows, accompanied by black pants that suit his tall frame nicely. there’s a black leather book bag that sits across his body, with silver buckles and a cute gray cat charm attached to it.

after a couple of minutes, you navigate your way through the maze of wooden bookshelves to the self check-out. you place the books you chose to be your fixation for the next couple of days, which ranged from horror to memoirs, onto the counter.

you are happily focused scanning the books and placing them in your tote bag, up until the pretty library guy takes his place at the checkout next to you. you choose to ignore the feeling of your heartbeat picking up the pace, directing your gaze back to the checkout.

“i read that one.”

you sharply turn your head in the direction of the man, who is looking down at the book sitting in your bag. you reach your hand to check which novel he was talking about in particular, the title “sweet hereafter” staring back at you. you look back up at him, a soft smile on his face.

“oh,” you pause. you can’t help it — you had always been an awkward person while talking to strangers, especially if you find them attractive. “is it good?”

he offers a soft smile with the nod of his head. “yeah. won’t spoil it though.”

you take note of the raindrops hitting the ground outside, people with umbrellas in their hands, and hoodies pulled over their heads. you were never the type to carry around an umbrella, you thought a hood was always sufficient enough. 

you enjoyed the rain, something about walking in it while the night sky watched over you was calming. it was a white noise that allowed your thoughts to flow. 

you hold your library card under the red scanning light, waiting to hear the “beep” noise before returning it to your wallet. you finish checking out your books before the guy is, making eye contact with him as you make your way to the automatic sliding doors.

you’re halfway out the door before you hear his voice again.

“wait!”

the sound of him calling out for you makes you stop in your tracks, turning around to see him slightly jogging towards you. he takes out a small black umbrella from his bag, leading you outside of the library to open it.

“do you walk home?” he asks, holding the umbrella over both of you. droplets of water make pitter pattering noises against the circular canopy, a gust of wind hitting your face.

“yes i do,” you reply, looking up into his eyes. “why?”

he sucks in a breath, straightening his posture. “i’ll walk with you. or not, if you’re not comfortable with that.”

his offer takes you back for a moment. it makes you feel nervous and shy, that such a good looking man even took notice of you in the first place. 

“okay, sure,” you muster out. the cold breeze tickles your skin, letting an icy feeling creep along your face. you can barely feel your ears, your bag on your shoulder and hands shoved into the pockets of your black winter coat. 

you almost forget that you actually had to walk home. you begin leading him down the concrete steps onto the sidewalk as you both walk side by side in the direction of your house.

“i’m sorry if this was weird,” he sighs. he makes sure that your head isn’t being hit by the rain, even if that means getting his hair a little wet. “i’m wonwoo.”

“it was really kind of you to offer, actually, i’m y/n,” you look up in his direction. 

“i just see you all the time, thought it would be nice to finally say something,” he explains himself. you feel yourself growing shyer, the thought of him trying to grow enough courage to speak to you making your heart flutter.

“that’s cute,” you compliment him. you’re not sure where your surge of confidence came from, but you’re satisfied with it when you see his eyes widen as he holds back a smile.

“do you want to grab a coffee?” he asks, nodding towards a coffee shop along the line of stores in front of you.

“sure,” you agree with absolutely no hesitation. 

you hadn’t dated anyone for two years. the last person you had been with, needless to say, had broken your heart. you were encouraged by your friends to go back into the world, meet new people and perhaps begin thinking about romance again.

in your full blown opinion, it was exhausting. you didn’t like all the energy it took to get to know a person, explain everything about your life, only for them to pack up and leave. you could say you had a slight issue with trusting others.

when you reach the coffee shop, wonwoo holds the door open for you. you’re greeted with the smell of grounded coffee beans and freshly baked goods, the smell is pleasant and itches a spot in your brain that you can’t quite explain.

quiet r&b music plays throughout the store, baristas wearing brown aprons working hard behind the counter. you admire the light up signs hung on the walls, not straining on the eyes but bright enough to let a sense of calm wash over you. 

wonwoo leads the both of you happily to the register. the cashier’s eyes light up when spotting the two of you, greeting the both of you with a smile.

“hi, can i get a medium white mocha? and—” wonwoo turns to you, switching to a slightly hushed voice, “what would you like?”

“oh! i’ll have uh, a matcha latte.”

the cashier punches your order into the till, wonwoo handing the worker cash before you could even protest. you can’t hide the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, even being in your twenties, men like wonwoo made you feel like you were back in high school.

“do you want to sit?” he asks, gesturing to the unoccupied tables around the two of you. you nod your head, letting out a “sure”. 

the both of you sit across from one another, you’re a bit nervous to make direct eye contact with him, but you’re able to gather enough bravery to finally do it.

“i’m going to be honest with you,” he sucks in a breath, resting his hands beneath the table. “i’m not the type of guy to do this.”

the statement makes you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “it’s okay, i don’t usually do this either.”

“that’s good to hear, guess that makes me special,” he smiles, looking down at his hands. 

“i had always planned to say something to you, but i always felt too scared to,” you admit. his head perks up, a look of surprise on his face.

“really? you’ve thought of talking to me?” his reaction is cute, and it makes you regret not talking to him sooner. 

“.. it’s kind of embarrassing,” you pause as the cashier brings your drinks. you both thank her, returning back to your conversation.

“i don’t know, you’re just so attractive i thought you would have had a partner, or something like that.. and it would have been worse if you had rejected me..”

wonwoo’s chuckle is like music to your ears. it makes your heart skip a beat as you bite the inside of your cheek out of habit.

you place your hands on the paper cup, bringing warmth to your fingertips. you had never pictured yourself speaking to this man, let alone sitting across from him on a date? although you weren’t sure if you could call it that, for all you knew, maybe this was just two strangers getting coffee.

“well, i don’t have a partner, if that helps,” he comments. he brings the cup to his pink chapped lips, although you can still see the smile on his face. 

“i hope not,” you reply back. you don’t even register that what you said may be labeled as flirting, you were just speaking your mind.

“so, y/n,” he starts, “why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

“oh!” you don’t know why you’re surprised by the question, it’s not like you expected to sit here and take turns exchanging book recommendations.

“well, i studied english school.. i’m an editor, my social battery tends to run out really quickly so i’m sorry if there are times when i’m quiet.”

“it’s fine,” wonwoo reassures you. you’re a bit shocked that a guy like wonwoo is single, so far he’s been nothing but sweet and there’s seemingly nothing wrong with him.

“but what about you?” you inquire back to him.

“let’s see,” he clicks his tongue, “i was a business major. i have a roommate and i own a cat.”

you almost giggle at the facts he decided to tell you. wonwoo did look like a cat person, pulling up his sleeves to cover his hands and soft features glowing underneath the soft yellow light and grayness of the sky outside.

“you always seemed like you were avoiding me whenever you saw me,” he states, fingers tapping against the table. you hide your shy smile, looking away from him.

“i’ve never been good at talking to people, if you hadn’t said anything first then i don’t think i would have talked to you at all.”

he laughs, covering his mouth, “i’m glad i said something then.”

yeah — you’re sure that you wouldn’t have spoken to him. on top of him being absolutely gorgeous in a somewhat intimidating way, you had your own issues to deal with. you believe you’re over your break up, but there’s still some underlying complications that you haven’t solved.

you couldn’t just ignore the trust issues that you struggled with after your break up. it was like a constant waiting game for you, seeing who would leave you first. whether it was friends or boyfriends, it got so horrible to the point where you became self destructive.

if you felt like someone was going to leave, you would do it first. even if they never had it in mind, there was always a small voice in your head telling you they were going to abandon you. so yes, needless to say, you were the type of person who required constant reassurance.

so, in the end, you avoided making friends. you only had three best friends, and a couple of acquaintances and work friends. you preferred it that way, it felt safe.

“i’m sorry, i’m not really good at talking,” you sheepishly admit. 

“it’s okay, i get it, what do you want to talk about?” he questions kindly. you glance downwards for a moment, not exactly knowing what to do.

“i’m not sure, maybe you should start..”

his teeth graze his lower lip as he leans his head on his right hand, propped up by his elbow on the table.

to say you were bad at dates was an understatement, because you were absolutely horrible at them. it took you awhile to warm up to someone, to know if they would find what you say odd — to be yourself. 

“hm, i enjoy watching horror movies, although i don’t get scared that easily, they’re still fun to watch,” he tells you. your eyes light up, nodding towards him.

“i do too, this is really weird but i think it’s kind of fun to scare myself, especially when i’m with friends,” you express. 

“maybe we should watch one together then.”

you bite back a smile, hiding your face in your hands for a small moment. wonwoo looks proud of himself for making you flustered so easily, sipping on his coffee with a confident look on his face.

something feels different about being with wonwoo. you don’t know if it’s the calming environment you’re in, or just him in general. you feel relaxed, not as uptight as you were on previous dates. 

you’re not one hundred percent sure what it is, but you know that you just want to be with him here — right in this moment.

—

“it was really nice to meet you, wonwoo,” you stare up at him with kind eyes, folding up the piece of paper with his number on it.

you weren’t lying, you did have a good time with him. he let you do most of the talking, perhaps it was to help you put yourself at ease, but he did tell you about himself as well. the facts about him was mixed in with stories of him and his friends, especially his roommate, mingyu.

“likewise,” he responds. he looks at you for a longing moment, street lights shining down on the two of you. you’re both standing outside of your small townhouse, all kinds of thoughts running through your head.

“can i kiss you?”

you freeze, eyes widening as you process what he had just asked you.

of course you wanted to kiss him. you were just nervous, wondering if he just wanted one thing from you. you were scared that if you kissed him right now, you would get too attached, and he would realize that he actually didn’t want to go on another date with you.

you were thinking too far ahead for a guy you just started talking to, but you couldn’t help it. after all your past badly ended relationships and friendships, it was the only thing you could do. 

“not today,” you conclude. he just looks down and laughs, pushing his glasses up.

“next time,” he nods.

you two say your goodbyes, waving to each other as he walks off. you walk up the steps to your home, unlocking and opening the door before taking off the black mary jane shoes off your feet.

you walk to your bedroom, immediately collapsing on your bed as you stare up at the ceiling. the sheets envelope you warmly, making you reconsider changing into your pajamas and just sleeping in the clothes you’re in instead.

wonwoo was a nice guy, there was no denying that. you’re just too nervous and afraid to get involved in a new relationship. you liked having your small group of friends. you didn’t want to go back to the way it was; getting close to everyone and just having them leave you behind, again.

you were sure wonwoo could find someone more interesting than you, someone more fun and someone who was confident in their own skin.

so, while staring at his phone number written in black ink, you decided you would not call him to meet a second time. not only to spare yourself another heartbreak, but for his own good as well.

—

“it’s not a bad thing to befriend new people,” your best friend, xyza explains. the both of you browse through clothes at a shop you found cute.

“i know, i just don’t know if i’m in the right mindset to date,” you reply with a sigh.

it had been three weeks since you had been on a date with wonwoo. you hadn’t gone to the library the last two fridays either, embarrassed for him to see you.

“mm,” xyza hums, “i understand that. i’ll give you my full opinion, if you want to hear it though.”

“sure,” you breathe out, holding up shirts while contemplating on how they would look on you.

your friend turns to you, catching your attention as they begin to explain how they think of your situation.

“it’s valid that you’re scared to get to know him, but from what you have told me, he doesn’t seem that bad. you’re just getting to know him, and he approached you first. i’m sure if he wasn’t looking for something with you then he wouldn’t have said anything at all. it’s not going to be easy, but even if it’s not with him, you should try bonding with new people again.”

xyza’s advice was always well thought out and helpful. your best friend was right, and deep down you knew that. the only problem was that you couldn’t just ignore the doubt that sat in the pit of your heart.

“it’s fine, i’m sure he’s forgotten all about it,” you wave off the complication at hand. 

“whatever you say,” xyza shrugs while side-eyeing you. 

the both of you exit the shop, laughing at stupid inside jokes you continue to crack. you decided that you would go to the library today, convincing yourself that wonwoo wouldn’t try to talk to you because he probably found someone else to take interest in.

you see the familiar two story building come into your field of vision, different kinds of people sitting at the tables inside. some were students, some were kids, and some were just elderly people looking to indulge themselves in a nice novel.

“are you coming inside this time?” you ask xyza, looking towards them. you

“yeah, i guess, maybe i’ll see this wonwoo guy,” they reckon, anticipation lacing their voice. you both enter the quiet environment, using the automatic hand sanitizer station at the entrance.

speaking of the devil, your eyes land on the familiar dark haired man standing in one of the aisles, a cup of coffee in his hand and a book in the other. he’s too focused on reading the piece of literature to even take notice of you, but you don’t mind. you don’t expect him to speak to you either. 

“that’s him,” you whisper to your friend, nodding towards his direction. xyza glances at him, inspecting his features.

“wow,” they say in a hushed tone. you have to hold back your laugh at xyza’s reaction to avoid getting stares from the others in the library.

“okay that’s enough, being in here reminds me of when we were in school, i have to get out of here,” xyza whines quietly. 

“fine fine, i’ll see you sometime this week, probably,” you respond. 

xyza nods, waving their hand while smiling. you huff out a breath, turning away from the entrance and walking to one of the fiction aisles.

you finally felt a bit more relieved to be in a place where wonwoo couldn’t really see you, but that was all shattered when you turned around to see him standing behind you.

“you didn’t call.”

oh shit. 

you’re unsure of what to say, thoughts scrambling in your head with wonwoo’s hardened gaze on you.

“i’m sorry, i just thought you didn’t really like me,” you lie. you’re not sure if you should tell him about how you truly felt, or what you were thinking. 

“you know, if i didn’t really like you, i wouldn’t have asked to kiss you or asked you out. if you weren’t interested in me, you could have been honest. you didn’t have to avoid me and stop coming to the library.”

you were a bit frustrated because of how off his take of the situation was. you were definitely interested in him, that was for sure. you exhale, closing your eyes for just a moment, deciding to just tell him the truth.

“i wasn’t avoiding you because of that. i like you, i’m just not good with others and my trust is.. really weird. i get attached to people easily, and having people walk out on me in the past really affected me. it’s stupid but i thought you were just infatuated with me and you would find someone else.”

you were finally able to voice out your difficult situation to someone other than your closest friends. you didn’t know if you felt good about it, all you were aware of was the feeling of your stomach dropping and the fast pace of your heartbeat.

wonwoo looks like he’s thinking of what to say, and you were just expecting him to say “oh, okay,” and walk away. but he doesn’t.

“i’m sorry, i can’t fix something like that, but i can help you work on it. like i said before, i do like you. i’ve had a crush on you for weeks, and when we went out i thought there was a connection between us. you’re funny and outgoing, and awkward, but in a cute way. i was a bit upset when you didn’t contact me these past few weeks.”

a feeling of solace washes over you, your posture and facial features softening when those words come out of wonwoo’s mouth.

“and listen, i’m not the type of guy who gets up and leaves a person’s life,” he reassures you with a smile. 

“that’s really good to hear,” you laugh quietly, “and seriously, i’m sorry i didn’t say anything to you. as you can tell, i’m not very experienced with confrontation.”

“it’s okay, i understand you now, but..” wonwoo leans against the wall, crossing his arms while keeping his eyes on you, “will you go on another date with me?”

“of course, and i’ll actually text you after this time too,” you joke with him. 

you feel so much better after telling wonwoo the truth, and hearing that he had actually been admiring you for awhile. you were sure that someone like him had pretty people drooling all over him.

“one more thing,” wonwoo clears his throat, taking a step towards you. “can i kiss you this time?”

a familiar sensation of warmth creeps across your face, but you try your best to appear confident while looking up into wonwoo’s eyes. his face is so close to you, you take note of his peach scented fragrance while your stomach does cartwheels.

“yes,” you say quietly.

wonwoo takes off his glasses and places them on a shelf, then he dips his head down slowly, your eyes fluttering shut as he places his lips on yours. they were warm, and soft like a pillow. he still tasted of coffee, his scent was so dizzying it almost seemed addicting. 

you wanted to open your eyes to see his face, which was probably full of delight, but you chose to savor this moment while his arms snake around your waist to pull you closer. he exhales through his nose, while you place your hands on both of his cheeks. 

it was not a kiss full of want or lust, but one full of calmness that overwhelmed every sense in your body. you were only focused on him, not the fact that those with access to the security cameras would be able to see this scene unfold in front of them. butterflies continued to flutter in your stomach, creeping their way to your chest while wonwoo held you close.

you both pull away from each other. even after years of not kissing anyone, you were certain that this was the best kiss you had ever encountered.

“huh,” you’re at a loss for words, anxious that if you said anything more you would be stuttering and mumbling absolute nonsense.

you knew that getting over your past wouldn’t happen in the flick of the wrist, and that it would be difficult. you were just happy that wonwoo understood why you were like this, and that he offered to help you.

“so,” wonwoo starts, hands still holding your waist, “about that second date..”

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[yveaart]

“you know other girls?” — w seventeen hhu !

🍒cheol

“don’t you think she’s holding onto your arm to close?”

you would fight all your jealous title allegations but u simply cant beat them

“aren’t you the most darling girlfriend ever? so possessive over me love.” he said delivered it with a wide grin.

“whatever” you snorted folding your hands at your chest

“you’re the most jealous woman i’ve ever met babe” he giggle at your form.

oops that was big mistake there. he got u turning your head slowly as your feline glare reaches his physique

“you know other women?” you said in a tamed voice

he knelt beside you showing his starry eyes

“BABE I SWEAR I ONLY KNOW MY MOM!”

🍒mingyu

maybe this one?

mingyu was pointing to some night gown you wanted to buy

it wasn’t hard to get him in, because he would go anywhere if that’s where you were

you had a hard time pushing through the store with multiple ladies and sales women gawking at your boyfriend

we’re they uncomfortable with you bringing him to such store?

that was until a random sales lady got up to your lovely boyfriend and showed him pairs of lingeries, and it seemed like it wasn’t concerning you— the actual customer of the store.

“maybe buy it for me?” the lady gazed at your boyfriend with doe eyes

good to say that your boyfriend snorted so loud that the lady had to back up into the dressing rooms to look for her pride.

“i cant believe she said that to me baby, didn’t she see the gorgeous gorgeous woman beside me?” he smiled at you

you got jealous because who did she think she was to try and take him away from you?

you took his arm and put it around your hip and the other one holding your hand

it was extensive due to the fact that he was bending over u because his tall frame had to encase your smaller one.

“aww love you’re the most jealous woman i know”

“you know other women?” you slowed down in your tracks

“i-uhm WOOF” he took everything you were holding including your bag and carried it as he spent the rest of your time following you around and serving you

and in your mind you knew that you were totally messing with him, because you already lost the doubt the moment he snorted at the sales lady. but he doesn’t have to know that.

🍒vernon

you were walking out of the dance studio picking your boyfriend up for your dinner date

a woman waved at him and he waved back

you walked faster and he noticed that, he started giggling

“you’re the most jealous woman i know” he smiled

“you know other women?” you scowled at him

“i literally have a sister.” he said with a blank expression

“- and a mom, and an aunt, and my grandma”

🍒wonwoo

your boyfriend was playing games on his computer all day since it was his day off

you didn’t mind just the fact you could hear a woman’s voice leaking from his headphones speaking a little too obnoxiously

“who are you talking to?” you asked

you came closer scanning through the players only seeing his other friends

“are you hiding your side chick from me right now ?!” you gasped dramatically

“i literally go straight from work to our house and decay here while i play games love” he said calmly while staring across the screen aggressively clicking through his keyboard

“oh, yeah thats true” it truly did convince you as you started to walk away

“and that was literally seokmin mimicking his character trying to provoke me” he said laughing a bit

“the thing is though… i always win” he smiled as he removed his headphones coming to you for a cuddle

“nobody can provoke me or our relationship” he smiled

you knew that this type of thing is rare so you savored every bit of your clingy bf

#seventeen #seventeen oneshots #seventeen headcannons #seventeen fluff #seventeen scoups #choi seungcheol #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen vernon #vernon #choi hansol #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt #svt imagines #svt oneshots #svt fluff #svt headcannons #svt x reader #yvesdrabble

[yjhzies]

“With my love.” — Jeon Wonwoo

Genre: fluff, romantic Warning: mention of a pompompurin plushie Pairings: wonwoo x gn!reader(?) Word count : 1.1k

[💿] : 'bout you by seventeen

★ note · my fav sanrio character is pompompurin so i chose it but feel free to change the scenario in your head a bit 😽

Wonwoo was greeted by your familiar scent and laughter as he entered the house, making him grin.

Really, it was a long and exhausting day at practice. However, hearing your laughter echo in his ears was like a natural remedy for his problems and exhaustion.

As he walks into the living room, he notices you curled up on the couch, laughing as you watch a funny kdrama scene. You didn't seem to realize he was standing right by the entry way, causing him to snicker silently. He leaned against the wall as he watched you roll onto the couch from laughter. Seeing you so happy seemed to take away all of his tiredness and sleepiness. The happy sight of you made his cheeks hurt from smiling.

You kept laughing so hard that when you realized someone was standing on the entryway, you fell to the ground, startled. You let out a deep breath of relief when you saw Wonwoo standing there, putting your hand firmly on your chest as if you had just suffered a heart attack.

"Baby! You were about to give me a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry baby~"

Wonwoo approached you swiftly and helped you back onto the couch.

"Are you okay?" questioned Wonwoo as he crouched on the ground and turned to face you. You nod and smile.

"First of all, tell me, are you okay?" Raising your eyebrows, you ask. Wonwoo looked at you as innocently as ever, puzzled by your question.

You chuckle at his expression before pointing out the large plastic bag on the table he was carrying earlier.

"What is in this huge bag?"

Wonwoo glances at the bag and back at you before chuckling. "There is something I bought for you."

You gasp as your eyes widen, "Really?" you chirped, leaning forward.

Wonwoo nodded while smiling. "Show me, please?" you pleaded with a wide grin on your face.

Wonwoo glanced at your lips then back at you as he spoke, "Hm? I can't hear you..." moving closer to you. Confused at how was he unable to hear you, you lean more closer to his ear, "I said, can you show it to-"

Your words were cut short when Wonwoo placed his hands on your cheek, allowing you to face him before smashing his lips against yours. You widened your eyes at the sudden act by him.

His soft smirk clearly visible as he breaks the kiss, "Your cute boyfriend has been craving this for so many hours." he spoke in a gentle tone while resting his head on your thighs.

You giggled, "Is that so?" you spoke as you caress his head, earning a soft hum in response.

"then I'll make sure my cute boyfriend receives many kisses today."

Wonwoo softly giggled before pecking the skin of your thigh.

"Will you show what you bought for me as my cute boyfriend?" you grinned as you widened your puppy-like eyes. Wonwoo caressed your cheek as he spoke, "After I freshen up, hm?" moving a hair strand behind your ear.

"Is that necessary...?" you ask, pouting and wearing a sulky expression.

Wonwoo nodded, "I want to surprise you," he spoke. "a surprise for you and kisses as a return gift from you." he finished his sentence earning a giggle from you.

"Okay," your cheeks turning pinkish as you speak, "I'll be waiting."

Chuckling, Wonwoo pats your head before getting up from the floor. "You should go to bed first." he spoke while unbuttoning his shirt. You nod as Wonwoo smiles before walking away to the bathroom.

You glance at the large plastic bag on the table, "What could be inside of this huge bag?" you thought. You divert your attention from the bag as you shout, "Be careful, the shower water is too hot!"

"Ah, got it!" Wonwoo replied back from the bathroom. Standing up from the couch, you make your way to the bedroom while chuckling at his cuteness. Curious about the big plastic bag, you toss yourself onto the bed. You are just too curious; what could Wonu buy on his way home after such a long day of practice?

"Tired?" As you turned to face the bathroom door, a quiet, deep voice called out to you. While you wait for Wonu to dry his hair, you shake your head, indicating no.

"You seem tired, it was an exhausting day afterall." You remark as you look at Wonwoo intently trying to dry his hair. "Hmm, you're right," he said, "but it is hard to sleep without your kisses."

You chuckle, "You and your flirting skills." "The 'f' in Jeon Wonwoo stands for flirty." he replies, wearing a sly smile on his face.

"As if." You scoff, playfully.

He set down the hair dryer and fixed his hair with his hands. "Wait here, I will be right back," he said as he walked to the living room. You watched as he walked out of sight and then returned to the bedroom, this time carrying the big plastic bag. Your lips curved into a smile as you recognized the bag.

Wonwoo placed the bag on the bed before sliding under the blanket alongside you. "I know you have been waiting to find out what is inside."

"You read minds."

Wonwoo snickered as you squinted your eyes jokingly. "Maybe."

"Close your eyes." said Wonwoo, moving the bag closer to him. You nod, grinning as you close your eyes, knowing full well that you are peeking. Wonwoo stared at you, holding in his laugh before using his hands to cover your eyes.

"I clearly see you peeking through, love"

You pouted at the comment as Wonwoo covered your eyes. "Come on, don't keep me waiting!"

Wonwoo covered your eyes with his other hand as he carefully opened the box inside the plastic bag. "Okay, open your eyes."

You gasped at the sight; a pompompurin plushie. Your jaw dropped as you took in the view, your eyes widening and sparkling.

"pompompurin!?"

Wonwoo chuckled at your expression, "I noticed you glancing at this every time we went to the store; I assumed you wanted it." As he planted a kiss on your forehead, he spoke. "Do you like it?"

"I LOVE IT!!" you cried with excitement as you gave Wonwoo a tight hug and a cheek kiss. "Thank you so so so much, Wonu."

"Of course, anything for my love," Wonwoo said as he stroked your hair and planted a kiss on the top of your head. "my return gift?" With gentle words, he spoke.

You chuckled as you kissed him all over his face, "You didn't have to buy it, you had a long day at practice." You spoke while gently caressing his cheek.

"If the love of my life likes something, I'll definitely bring it for them." he claimed, making you giggle.

"Then," you said, resting your head against his chest, "I really like it when my boyfriend is clingy like this."

With one hand on your waist and a chuckle at your remark, Wonwoo stroked your cheek.

"Then prepare for me to suffocate you with my love, starting today." Wonwoo giggled.

#seventeen imagine #established relationship #svt fluff #fluff #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen oneshot #svt #seventeen #svt x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff

[viastro]

wanna be yours | jeon wonwoo

ミ★ synopsis: you thought that growing up as best friends meant you’d stick together for as long as you could. you never thought of that exact chance for you and wonwoo until entering university, where you were nothing but his driver when he was out partying for too long. so why do you still pick up the phone when he calls you if he’s the one who left first?

ミ★ genre: childhood friends to strangers to loversish!au, uni!au, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: miscommunication (read: wonwoo’s stupid)

ミ★ word count: 8,985

ミ★ pairings: jeon wonwoo x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: omg... hey guys... LMAO it’s been a really long time since i’ve put out a oneshot EEKK i’m so sorry JGHDKJ last year of uni has been kicking my ass </33 this is definitely not my best but i hope you guys still like it :,)) i’ll try my best to put out more content before the year ends (don’t hold me to that) !! make sure to give wonwoo lots of love <33

“Jeon Wonwoo, you know that I’m studying for an exam right now.” You mutter into your phone as you stand up from your desk to throw on your oversized hoodie. The loud sound of music and cheering is heard on the other end as you walk towards your door, and you slip into your sneakers when your childhood friend finally responds. 

“Will you still come get me?” He slurs, and you press your lips into a thin line at how shitfaced he is again. You shut the door to your apartment and hurry down the stairs, your car keys hitting your stomach with each step you take. 

“Yn?” He calls again when you reach the entrance to your apartment building. You push past the doors and press the button to unlock your car, “I’m coming, Wonwoo.”

He mutters something you can’t make out, and before you can ask him to go drink some water to sober up a bit, you hear a loud voice in the background call out for him to join them in a game of beer pong. You tightly clench onto the steering wheel when he ends the call, knowing very well that he went to go and play beer pong. 

If you were told at 4 years old that your best friend, Wonwoo, would be one of the most popular guys in your university with alcoholic tendencies, you would’ve laughed in their face. 

Having met through your parents being best friends in high school, it was mandatory that you and Wonwoo would grow up as childhood friends. It was a good thing that the two of you got along well in the first place with how different you two were, except from the occasional argument. Wonwoo was quiet and liked to play games, whereas you were loud and spent more time reading than sleeping.

“Yn.” 

You ignore the call of your name, too invested in Katniss and Peeta’s relationship to care about what’s going on around you. Right as you turn the page, you hear another whine of your name, and you let out a huff. 

You look up from your book to find your best friend Wonwoo turned towards you from his desk, the loading screen of his game flashing brightly from his pc. You raise an eyebrow, “What is it, Woo?” 

He adjusts his glasses on his face, and pats the stool beside him. You blink at him, and he lets out a quiet breath, before patting the chair again without saying another word.

“Wonwoo, I’m not playing League with you.” 

“But yn! We could be unstoppable, and you even brought your laptop!” Wonwoo whines, and you just shake your head. You lift up your book and wave it in his direction, “I’m busy reading. I’m sure that Katniss is in love with Peeta now, that kiss cannot just be for show.”

Wonwoo blinks at you, before letting out a sigh,“Are you sure you’re not going to play League with me?”

You nod your head with a teasing smile on your face as you lift the book up towards your face, “Yup. League is for omega virgins, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo stares at you, seeing you nestled comfortably on top of his bed as you contentedly read the second book of the Hunger Games. He immediately read all three books in the trilogy when you told him you started reading the first one. It was a habit to read the books you were reading, one that only developed because the two of you got in an argument when Wonwoo didn’t know what you were talking about when you mentioned Frog and Toad at 8 years old.

He presses his lips into a thin line, feeling annoyed at the fact that you won’t join him for at least one round of the game. He sacrifices some of his time to read the books you’re reading! How come you can’t sacrifice half an hour to play League with him? 

Yeah, he hates League. Yes, he still plays the game even though he hates it. These two opinions can coexist.

Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek when an evil thought comes to mind, and without a second to reconsider, he calls out your name, “Yn.” 

“Yes, Woo?” You respond after a moment, not even looking up from your book to glance at him. Wonwoo sucks in a deep breath, before saying,

“Katniss shoots her electricity powered arrow towards the dome, causing it to break open and for District 13 to rescue her. They don’t rescue Peeta though, so he gets taken by President Snow. Oh, and District 12 gets blown up by the Capitol.”

Silence falls over the two of you, but Wonwoo knows you heard him based on how tightly you’re clutching onto the book in your hands. He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering how you’re going to react as he stares at you. 

After a moment, you slowly close the book in your hands and sit up from Wonwoo’s bed with your eyes cast towards the floor. You’re eerily calm, and it somehow scares him even more than if you were screaming at him.

“Jeon Wonwoo.” You state, and Wonwoo stays quiet. He feels his blood run cold when you slowly lift your head until you’re staring at him, and he gulps when he notices the way your eye is twitching. His foot taps against the floor anxiously as he responds, “Yn.” 

You gently place the book beside you on the bed, before standing up and pointing at him with a crazed look in your eyes. 

“You’re about to die a virgin.” 

After that argument in your sophomore year of high school, you and Wonwoo never really fought afterwards. You got in trouble by your parents for Wonwoo’s sprained ankle, while Wonwoo got scolded by his parents for the bruise on your elbow when you both fell to the hardwood floor. The two of you came to an agreement, you’ll play games with him when he asks, and he’ll read the books you ask him to read.

Throughout your friendship, you knew that Wonwoo was cute. From his chubby cheeks, to the big glasses he wore when he first got them. You always thought that, but for some reason, it never correlated in your mind that he would become… attractive.

It was in your junior year of high school when Wonwoo’s chubby cheeks were replaced with a sharp jawline, his high-pitched voice becoming deeper, and his short legs suddenly becoming 60% of his body. He went from the quiet kid who never got noticed in school, to the track star who received the most chocolates during Valentine’s day. 

“Yn.” You look up from your phone to see your best friend walking up to you with his arms full of small pouches and boxes. You raise an eyebrow, “What are you holding?” 

Once he’s standing in front of your desk, he drops everything onto the surface. Your eyes widen when you quickly realize that he was holding chocolates people made for him, and you look back up at him with a shocked expression. 

“This many people gave you chocolates for Valentine’s day?!” 

Wonwoo nods his head, reaching out and opening the lid of one of the boxes to plop a piece of chocolate in his mouth. He shakes the box at you, to which you reach in and take a piece as well. 

He lets out a sigh at the chocolates that litter your desk and the floor surrounding you, “There’s more chocolate in my backpack.” 

“No way.” You say, but from the serious and tired look in Wonwoo’s eyes, you quickly realize that he’s telling the truth. You let out a chuckle and shake your head, taking another piece of chocolate and tossing it into your mouth. 

“What are you going to do with all of this chocolate?” You ask after you finish chewing the dark chocolate, and Wonwoo gestures to your surroundings like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

You scoff and wave a hand at him, “I’m not going to take your secondhand chocolates. I’d rather receive chocolates that were actually, I don’t know, made for me.”

Wonwoo chuckles at this, watching with a fond look in his eyes as you turn away to start scrolling through your phone again. He glances up and looks around your classroom, seeing a lot of your classmates either messing around or giggling as they take peeks at you and him.

He smiles softly to himself, before reaching out and patting the top of your head. You pause at the act of affection, and slowly look up towards your best friend with a questioning gaze. 

Wonwoo leans down so that the two of you are face to face, and you blink when you start to hear the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. 

“Woo?” 

The corner of Wonwoo’s lips quirks upwards when he finally speaks again, 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

The two of you never strayed, and Wonwoo didn’t change from the attention he was receiving either. You were still joined at the hip, which made a lot of your classmates and underclassmen jealous. With many of them bothering the both of you, asking different questions that always revolved around your actual relationship. 

But the answer was simple, the two of you were friends. Best friends.

Until you got to college. 

Wonwoo quickly became known as the most handsome freshman of his department, which led to him getting even more attention than he did in high school. Not only that, but he was acing a majority of his classes as well, which gained him a spot on the Dean’s Honor Roll. 

Wonwoo was busy due to all of this, but the two of you still managed to find a bit of time to hangout. However, when he joined a fraternity geared towards those in pre-med, he became even busier, and you saw him even less…

Until you didn’t see him at all anymore.

Your schedule was pretty tight as well. Majoring in informatics, you practically study more than you eat and sleep combined. You’re constantly at the library studying, or in your apartment practicing code. It’s so rare to meet up with friends and do things that aren’t studying, so the only time you ever really meet your friends is at the library. 

No matter how hectic your life was, Wonwoo had always been a constant. Your introverted best friend that likes to play games on his pc, wears glasses because he has a hard time seeing when he wears contacts, and reads the books that you ask him to. 

That all changed after your first year in uni. 

The Jeon Wonwoo you grew up with, who is now in his third year of university, wears contacts more frequently, styles his hair, and parties quite often due to him being in a frat. You’ve even heard rumors of him being notorious for turning people down coldly when they confess, earning him the nickname, Heartbreaker. 

“What a cheesy ass nickname.” You scoff to yourself, the memory of that title he earned coming to mind as you park your car by the curb in front of the frat house. Letting out a breath, you turn off the ignition and slip your phone into the pocket of your hoodie as you step out of your car. 

You wrinkle your nose as you walk down the driveway, trying to ignore the sound of people vomiting on the grass to the side. You wave your hand in front of your face when the mixed smell of weed and sweaty people slams into you as soon as you step inside the house. 

Slipping your hood over your head, you weave your way through the crowd of people to look for your childhood best friend. You glance around the house as you try to find Wonwoo, and you let out a breath when you see the game of beer pong going on in the corner of the living room.

You walk up towards the game and push through the crowd that’s watching, not even caring if you’ve offended anyone because of how tired you are. You glance up at the people playing beer pong, and you huff when you see Mingyu standing at the corner of the table, an incredibly drunk Wonwoo clinging onto him. 

The tall puppy quickly notices you when you walk up to them, and he lets out a bright smile in greeting, making a warm grin appear over your features. 

“Yn, I’m so sorry. I didn’t get to him in time when I heard he was playing beer pong so he got another couple of shots in.” Mingyu tells you right away, and you just shrug your shoulders at him with a quiet laugh. “It’s okay. He’s the one who has to deal with the nasty hangover tomorrow.” 

The brunette grins at that, before jostling the drunkard at his side. “Wake up. There’s a cutie who’s trying to bring you home.” 

Your face warms up at this, and you reach out and slap Mingyu’s arm, eliciting a squeak from him. Wonwoo lets out a groan and shakes his head, “Only yn can take me home.” 

Ah, yes. This is the one and only constant between you and Wonwoo now.

You sigh, before reaching out and slapping Wonwoo’s arm, “Jeon Wonwoo, let’s go.” 

He lets out a whine, making Mingyu chuckle as the black haired beauty finally opens his eyes to shoot you a glare. His eyes quickly soften when he realizes it’s you, and a warm smile takes over his features, “Oh? The cutie is yn!” 

“Come on, let’s go–” 

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat when Wonwoo quickly lets go of Mingyu and wraps his arms around you. He nuzzles his face into your neck and takes a deep inhale, before letting out a breath of content. 

You’re the only one he calls to pick him up whenever he parties. 

You’re not sure when it started, or how it quickly became a routine between the two of you every couple of weeks. Neither of you even acknowledged the other when you ran into each other on campus at the time the first phone call came, but for some reason, you still came running to him. 

And you still come running to Wonwoo a year later, even if there’s a dull ache in your chest at the fact that this is what years of friendship has fizzled out to. 

“Yn has come to bring me home.” Wonwoo murmurs drunkenly, snapping you out of your thoughts as you turn towards Mingyu. “I’ll be taking him back now, thank you, Gyu.” 

The brunette smiles and waves a hand at you, “It’s no biggie. Text me when you guys get home, okay?” 

You shoot him a thumbs up, before turning around and beginning to drag Wonwoo out of the frat house. He keeps muttering your name as the two of you walk towards your car, but you can’t make out anything he’s saying as you practically carry him. 

“Jeon Wonwoo, can you use your legs? You were a track star in high school and yet you can barely walk properly when you get one shot in.” You complain, to which he just grumbles and pinches your shoulder in retaliation. You let out a huff, feeling a bit grateful that you parked so close when you feel your knees beginning to buckle from the weight. 

Unlocking your car, you open the door to the passenger seat and squat down to help the drunkard get inside. You grimace when he accidentally jerks your head forward when he steps inside the car, wanting nothing more than to curse him out for getting so drunk every other week. 

He lets out a sigh of content when he’s finally situated in the passenger seat, and you roll your eyes as you grab the seatbelt. Leaning inside, you buckle him into the seat, before stepping back out and looking down at him. 

“I packed you a water bottle. You better drink all of it by the time we’re back at my place.” You command, and he just waves a hand at you. You squint, before reaching in and pinching his cheek, making him let out a squeak as he opens his eyes. 

“Ow!” 

“Drink the fucking water!” You exclaim, grabbing the water bottle and holding it towards his face. He pouts, before taking the water from your grasp and taking off the cap. You watch as he takes a large gulp of the water, before putting it back into the cupholder. 

Nodding your head in approval, you step back to shut the passenger door, only to stop when you feel his warm hand wrap around your cold one. You glance down at your connected hands, before looking back up to find him staring into your eyes.

Wonwoo’s eyes have always been expressive. You knew when he was enjoying himself, when he was bored, and when he was mad. His eyes became your favorite feature of his as soon as you realized this, because he’s never usually very vocal about how he’s feeling.

That’s why you feel your heart stop when you don’t recognize the emotion that’s in Wonwoo’s eyes as he stares at you, blinking slowly due to the alcohol in his system. You bite the inside of your cheek when you feel the familiar prickly sensation in the back of your eyes, and you look away with a sigh. 

“What is it, Wonwoo?” 

He stays quiet for a moment, before giving your hand a light squeeze.  “Yn.” 

“Yes, Wonwoo?” You ask again, and he just squeezes your hand again. You let out a breath at the fact that he’s not saying anything.

“Wonwoo, it’s late and I have to study for my exam–” 

“You call Mingyu by his nickname, Gyu.” He finally murmurs, cutting off the rest of your sentence. His gaze trails up towards your face again, and you can only stare at him in silence, unsure of where he’s going with this. 

His thumb gently rubs circles onto the back of your hand, making your heart stutter within your chest. He rests his head on the passenger seat as he drunkenly stares at you, internally wondering how you’ve gotten prettier over the years. 

“What about Gyu?” You finally speak up, cursing yourself for how weak your voice sounded when you asked the question. Wonwoo presses his lips into a thin line, a crease forming between his eyebrows as he thinks to himself. 

“Wonwoo, come on–” 

“You used to call me Woo, but now you only say my full name.” He mutters, and you blink when you see a glimpse of sadness in his eyes as he looks up at you. Biting your bottom lip, you find yourself unsure of how to respond. 

Does he miss me the way I miss him? You quietly wonder to yourself, before shaking your head. 

You tilt your head, trying to appear nonchalant as you ask, “Do you want me to call you Woo?” 

Your heart pangs in your chest when his eyes practically sparkle at the nickname falling past your lips, a small smile forming on his face as he nods his head. Giving his hand a squeeze, you gently remove your hand from his grasp while you nod at him. 

“Okay. Let’s take you home, Woo.” 

His smile widens as he leans his head back against the passenger seat and closes his eyes happily. You stare at him for a moment longer, unable to ignore the warmth in your face as you finally shut the car door. Taking a step back, you glance up at the night sky, letting out a breath as you feel the weight grow on your shoulders. 

If you were told at 4 years old that 21 year old you has been helplessly in love with your best friend, Wonwoo, since you were 16…

You would’ve thrown up. 

When you realized you were in love with Wonwoo, it wasn’t a groundbreaking moment like they portray in the movies. He wasn’t doing anything that made your jaw drop when you realized. There were no fireworks, no alarm bells ringing in your head—nothing. 

It was just a regular Saturday afternoon. 

You had come over for breakfast like always because that’s when Wonwoo would make chocolate chip pancakes for the both of you. You considered it a break from the savory breakfast you had everyday, and you found that this was the only thing Wonwoo knew how to cook. 

He walked up to the table, two plates of pancakes in hand. He placed his in front of his seat first, before gently placing your pancake in front of you with his lips quirked upwards in that sheepish smile of his. When you looked down at the pancake he made you, you saw that he had drawn a smiley face with whipped cream, and placed cut up strawberries on the sides to act like blush. 

It was a silly thing for him to do, something 16 year old you would’ve usually teased him about. However, on that warm Saturday morning of your sophomore year in high school, it made your heart thump against your chest. 

Everything he did shortly afterwards made your heart rate increase, and the blood rush to your face. You couldn’t help but realize how happy Wonwoo made you, even if it was just you reading a book in his room and him playing a game on his pc, you knew that you didn’t want to picture a life without him in it.

And maybe that stuck with you, because you’re still desperately trying to keep him in your life. Even if he may be hanging on by a thread, you don’t mind sewing that thread into your heart to get him to stay. 

That’s why you come running whenever he drunkenly calls you to come get him. Even though this is what your relationship has fizzled out to, you can’t bring yourself to completely shut him out.

Which is why you’re in this position now. Waking up to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes lingering throughout your apartment. 

Sitting up from the couch, you rub your eyes as the bright light from the windows shines onto your face. You glance back towards the kitchen, hearing sounds of sizzling from the frying pan. Letting out a breath, you stand up and tentatively make your way over towards the kitchen, just to see your old friend flinching away from the bubbles popping out of the pancake. 

There’s a range of emotions fluttering in your chest at the sight before you. 

The first feeling you can register is confusion, because usually, Wonwoo would’ve been gone by now. The only trace of him having even been in your apartment in the first place would be your neatly made bed, and the stack of chocolate chip pancakes left on your kitchen table. 

The next feeling is comfort, with the way warmth rushes up your face at the fact that he’s still here, and that the sight playing out before you is so incredibly familiar. Your eyes trail over his fluffy black hair, to the specs resting over his nose, and the way the sleeves of his sweater threaten to give him sweater paws. There’s something so comforting about this Wonwoo in comparison to the one you run into on campus and at parties. Maybe it’s because beneath it all, there’s still a chance that the Wonwoo you grew up to fall in love with is still here. 

Then there’s the third feeling. One that you choose to ignore as you make your existence known by clearing your throat from behind him.

He stops in his tracks, before turning to see you standing at the entryway of the kitchen. Your eyes are puffy from having just woken up, your hair is messy from the way you slept on the couch, and your lips are in that habitual pout of yours. 

Beautiful, Wonwoo thinks to himself as he looks at you.

“You’re still here.” You manage to say, rubbing your hand on the back of your neck in an attempt to stop the warmth that’s threatening to climb up your face. He blinks, before clearing his throat and nodding his head as he turns back towards the stove to flip one of the pancakes. “Y-Yeah. I woke up a bit later than usual.” 

You stare at him, taking notice of his red ears as he moves to place the finished pancake on the stack. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you lean against the wall and cross your arms, “How are you feeling?” 

Wonwoo shrugs his shoulders, his back still turned to you as he turns off the burner. “I’m feeling okay. I just need to eat something and then I’ll be set for the day.” 

He picks up the plate and turns around to face you, and that’s when you notice the exhaustion in his eyes. Feeling the corner of your lips quirk upwards, you walk over to the cabinet as he moves to place the plate of pancakes down on the kitchen island. Pulling out the hangover drink you bought for him, you walk up to your childhood friend and hold it out in his direction as he moves to grab two plates for the both of you. 

He stares down at it, before looking back up at you with a raised eyebrow. You huff, before wiggling it in front of his face, “I know when you’re lying, Wonwoo. I could tell from the few seconds we held eye contact that you’re hungover.” 

He blinks at you, before sighing and taking the bottle from your grasp. He gives you a small smile as his thanks, to which you just nod and move to grab the plates and utensils. Bringing the two plates and forks over to the kitchen island, the black haired beauty downs the whole hangover drink in one go. 

He coughs slightly from the taste, to which you just chuckle quietly as you sit down across from him. Taking two pancakes off the stack, you place them onto your plate and start to cut into them as a tense silence fills your apartment. 

You raise the fork to your lips and place the piece of pancake into your mouth. As you chew, you try to ignore the awkwardness between the two of you by opening your phone to go on social media. 

“How have you been?” His deep voice suddenly breaks the silence, and you glance up to see him finally looking at you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you let out a dry laugh and shrug your shoulders, “I’ve been really busy, you know. Being an informatics major and stuff.” 

He nods his head as he looks off to the side, “If I knew you were going to go the computer science route I would’ve made you play more League with me.”

You can’t stop the genuine laugh that escapes you at that statement falling past his lips, and he glances at you with a smile threatening to take over his features at the sound of your laugh. You shake your head and point at him with your fork, “That wouldn’t have done shit to help me, and you know it.”

“I think it would’ve helped you a little bit.” He responds with a playful grin, to which you just roll your eyes and stab a slice of the pancake and place it into your mouth. He glances around your apartment for a moment, taking note of all the books you have in your shelves, before turning back to you, “Do you still read?” 

You purse your lips at the question and find yourself shrugging again, “If you want to count all the textbooks I have to read, then yeah. I guess I still read.” 

“Oh, count me out of reading those for you then.” Wonwoo says with a grimace as he takes a bite of his pancake. 

You stare at him for a moment, his sentence leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Was it the way he said it with ease? That he remembered your old dynamic? 

Or is it the fact that he said it like he wasn’t the reason your guys’ friendship fizzled out to this?

Wonwoo slowly chews the pancake, feeling your eyes on him as he stares down at the plate. He swallows a bit of the pancake and lets out a quiet laugh as he remembers an old memory. Glancing up from the table, he opens his mouth to talk to you about it, only to feel his heart stop.

You’re staring at him, a furrow to your brows as silent tears flow past your eyes. He blinks and slowly slides off the stool, walking over to you with careful steps. He watches as you lower your head towards your lap, and he bites the inside of his cheek. 

“Yn, are you okay?” You stay quiet, feeling the third emotion that you were trying to ignore rise above the other two. 

“Yn?” 

Wonwoo tentatively reaches out and grasps your chin, tilting your head up so that you’re looking up into his eyes that are filled with concern. His other hand reaches out and tenderly brushes away the tear tracks under your eyes with his thumb, “Why are you crying?”

Anger. The third emotion you’re feeling is red hot anger.

You slap his hands away, making his arms fall awkwardly to his sides as you suck in a shaky breath. Stepping off the stool, you wipe under your eyes and walk over to the living room, with Wonwoo following after you in confusion. 

“Yn? Yn, answer me.” 

“Why should I do that?” You ask as you lift up the blanket from the couch and start to fold it, refusing to spare him a glance like he was doing earlier. Wonwoo frowns, “What?” 

“Why should I answer you when you stopped answering me a year ago?” You finally ask after you place the folded blanket onto the couch. You turn towards the black haired beauty, seeing the look of shock on his face from your question. Biting the inside of your cheek, you turn away and start fixing the pillows. 

“I mean, it’s only fair, right? I feel like I have the right to not answer your question when you stopped reaching out to me last year. Especially when we consider the fact that we’ve been best friends even before we could walk.” 

Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you place the pillows back where they belong while you rant. He makes an attempt to grasp your arm when you walk past him, only for you to quickly dodge it and make your way to your room.

You walk inside and see your bed already fixed neatly, and you bite your bottom lip at the sound of your childhood friend following after you. Walking up to the bed, you start to fix it again in a fit of pure rage. 

“I never stopped reaching out to you, though.” Wonwoo says, and your hands tightly grip the sheets at his words alone. Blinking, you suddenly rip your comforter off your bed without responding. Reaching out towards the pillows, you start throwing them onto the floor one by one as well. You’re about to rip off the protective sheets when you feel warm hands grasp your arms from behind to stop you. 

“Yn, let’s talk about this–” 

“You think you reaching out to come and get you whenever you’re too fucking shitfaced is enough? Like I’m just your fucking Uber instead of your best friend?!” You cut him off, tears running down your face as Wonwoo stares at you with an indecipherable look in his eyes. Your bottom lip trembles at the sight as you glare at him, and you shake your head. 

“H-How could you just let our relationship fizzle out to that? After years of us being best friends! And it sucks so fucking bad because even if I hate that this is our dynamic now, I still run to you whenever you call.” You cry out, and Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek when you take a step closer and poke his chest. “Every. Single. Fucking. Time. No matter what I’m doing, whether it be studying, eating, seeing my friends, whatever. I drop it all just so I could see you, Jeon Wonwoo.” 

You raise your hands up to shield your face from him, sobs falling past your lips as you let out all the emotions you’ve been hiding for the last year. You shut your eyes tightly, feeling your shoulders shake with each sob that escapes. 

Wonwoo’s eyesight gets blurry as he watches you break down in front of him, a sight that he’s only seen a few times before. He knows that he’s fucked up your guys’ relationship. And to be honest.

He ghosted you on purpose. 

But what made the whole point of him ghosting you fail, was the fact that you were the only person he’d want to call whenever he got drunk at a party. Which is what led to what the two of you are now—a broken relationship. 

Letting out a shaky breath, he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you. He feels his heart hammer in his chest when you almost immediately melt into his embrace, and he shuts his eyes as he nuzzles his face into your neck. 

Ah, shit. Wonwoo thinks to himself as the sound of his heartbeat becomes the only thing he can focus on while he holds you. He slowly opens his eyes and finds himself staring into your guys’ reflection in your mirror. He sees your clenched fists at your sides, an attempt to stop yourself from reciprocating the hug. Your face is hidden in his shoulder, your body shaking with each sob that escapes past your lips.

Wonwoo lets out a breath when the familiar scent of your laundry detergent floods his nose, and he tilts his head upwards towards the ceiling as the realization finally hits him.

I’m still in love with them. 

Wonwoo remembers the exact moment he realized he fell in love with you. For years before that, he had always just quietly thought to himself that you were beautiful. He ignored the way his heart would beat a bit faster when you’d smile at him, even brushing it off as a possible heart condition at times. But the day he realized, he knew that he couldn’t deny it any longer.

It felt like his world stopped for a moment.

It was in your guys’ freshman year of high school, and it also just so happened to be the day of the Championships for Wonwoo’s track meet. He never expected to make it to this point, let alone in his first year of being on the track team. 

And honestly, you didn’t expect it either. 

Which is why you had plans with another friend after school to watch a movie you bought tickets for in advance, having thought that Wonwoo wouldn’t go so far as to make it into the Championships. He was devastated when you told him you couldn’t make it, but he tried his best to hide it and encouraged you to go watch that movie even if he was a bit sad.

Then came time for him to race the 4x1 relay.

Wonwoo jumps from foot to foot, shouting encouragement towards his teammates as he watches the second runner on his team grab the baton and start sprinting. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling his heart thump crazily against his chest as he starts to get into position when the baton successfully gets passed to the third runner. 

Biting the inside of his cheek, he glances back to see his teammate falling a bit behind the rest of the competitors, and he internally curses to himself. When he sees him get closer, he starts to run from his position and throws his hand back when he hears him shout, “Hand!”

Wonwoo’s heart practically leaps out of his chest when the baton is safely in his grasp, and he books it without a second thought. The sound of the loud cheers is tuned out from his mind as he sprints, his eyes stuck on the finish line with only one goal in his mind. 

He wants to win. 

It’s almost as if he blacks out as he runs, no thought in his mind as he feels the wind blow against him. The next thing he knows, his hands are on his knees as he sucks in deep breaths, his teammates running and jumping onto him in victory as their win is announced through the speakers. 

They won. Wonwoo passed the other runners and brought his team to victory.

“JEON WONWOO!” He blinks out of his trance at the call of his name and stands up straight, chest rising and falling as he looks through the crowd while his teammates continue to cheer. His heart stops in his chest when he sees you jumping behind the metal fence by the track, cheering loudly as you wildly wave a bouquet of flowers you had bought for him. 

You smile widely when he makes eye contact with you, and you jump even more while cheering his name in excitement. 

It’s almost as if time comes to a slow as he stares at you, unable to believe that you’re actually here. With each jump you take, another petal from one of the flowers floats to the ground, but you fail to notice because you’re so busy cheering for him. Your smile is so bright, Wonwoo wonders why he never noticed how radiant you were until now. 

He feels a smile take over his features as he watches you, and he finally raises his arm up to wave back at you, making you let out a happy laugh that rings past the loud crowd on the bleachers. 

You raise your hands up to cup your mouth, and he wonders what you’re going to say as you shout out, “WONWOO! YOU’RE SO COOL!” 

He lets out a laugh at your words, and his teammates quickly start shouting in agreement how cool he is. Running a hand through his hair, he bites the inside of his cheek as he looks up towards the blue sky when the realization finally hits him.

“Ah.” He murmurs, letting out a breath as he lowers his head so he’s staring at you happily jumping with your friend at Wonwoo’s win. 

“I’m in love.” 

It was from that day forward that Wonwoo made an effort to hide his true feelings from you, and he thought he did a decent job because you didn’t suspect a thing. He thought it would be fleeting, that the longer he went each day hiding his feelings, it would eventually disappear. 

He was wrong.

Wonwoo’s love only grew for you, as did the pain he felt in his chest whenever the two of you were together. He quickly came to the realization that he couldn’t keep seeing you like this knowing that he was on the verge of confessing his feelings anytime he saw your smile, so when you both got to university…

He left. 

Wonwoo left you in an attempt to start losing feelings, and he tried to make the process of leaving as gradual as possible so that you would slowly get used to his lack of presence. He ignored the pain he felt during the time he ghosted you by reminding himself that he would try to start up your friendship again once his feelings were gone, that was his goal. He didn’t want to ruin your guys’ friendship by confessing that he was in love with you, and he didn’t want you to think that he was only your friend to get something out of you. So he thought this was the best thing he could do for the both of you.

He didn’t expect for his dumbass drunk self to completely throw away his plan every time he partied. 

And he quickly came to learn that it was growing to be a drunk habit of his to call you to come pick him up each time. An easy solution to this would’ve been him just abstaining from drinking, but deep down, it was really just an excuse to see you. 

He genuinely didn’t know how badly he hurt you, having only expected you to be sad when he first started ghosting you. But he never expected for him to hold you in his arms as you cry and hit him for leaving you. 

Yet here the two of you are, with him sitting on your unmade bed, gently stroking your back as your head rests on his lap. You had calmed down from crying a while ago, and he carefully moved the both of you onto your bed so that you can rest more comfortably. Neither of you have spoken since this transition onto the bed, but you both know that there are still many unsaid words left between the two of you.

Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek as he continues to gently rub your back, quietly wondering how he got himself into this position as you silently play with the fabric of his grey sweats. There’s an enormous amount of guilt resting over his shoulders the longer the two of you stay quiet, the realization that he’s fucked everything up dangling before his eyes as if to taunt him.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you, by the way. You fucked up really bad and I hate you for it.” You state, effectively breaking the silence and reiterating the thought that’s been looming in the back of Wonwoo’s mind. The black haired beauty nods his head, continuing to stroke your back as he lets out a breath, “I know.” 

“Like, any sane person that’s in my position would not be laying in your lap right now while you stroke their back. They probably would’ve kicked you out already, but I’m mentally unstable cause I’m an informatics major. I’m also incredibly sleep deprived and stressed for my upcoming exam, as well as the status of our dying relationship.” 

“Yn…”

“Now that I think about it, I really shouldn’t be laying in your lap like this due to the state of our relationship but—”

“I’m sorry.” Wonwoo states, effectively cutting you off from your tangent. You blink at those two words, unable to believe that you heard him correctly as you sit up from his lap and turn to him with swollen eyes. 

You sniffle when the two of you lock eyes, seeing the remorse in his gaze as he stares at you, “What?”

“I’m sorry for letting our friendship dwindle and just treating you like some taxi driver, that wasn’t my intention at all.” You bite the inside of your cheek, and gesture with your hand for him to continue. He bites back a laugh at this, before leaning back against your bed frame. 

“Honestly, I ghosted you on purpose—” 

“Damn. Get out.” You cut off as soon as the words leave his mouth and point towards your bedroom door. Wonwoo immediately reaches out to take your hand in his, causing warmth to flood your face as you turn to him with wide eyes. 

“It wasn’t because I wanted to be a dick or that I didn’t care about you or our relationship, because I do. You are the person I cherish the most in this world, and I was worried that it was too much for me to care about you like that.” Wonwoo explains, and you press your lips into a thin line as you glance down at your connected hands. “You make it sound like it wasn’t mutual—”

“Were my feelings mutual, yn?” He asks in a quiet voice, and you roll your eyes as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

“You know that we were best friends, of course they were…” You trail off slowly when you look up into his eyes, and you quickly realize that he wasn’t talking about the love and care from your friendship. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you blink at him, “Wonwoo?” 

He gives you a small smile, the slight pain in his eyes becoming more apparent as the two of you stare at each other. He clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders, looking down as he gently rubs circles onto the back of your hand with his thumb.

“I first realized that my feelings were more than just love for my best friend in freshman year of high school, but I thought that they would eventually go away.” Wonwoo begins, and you can only stare at him in complete shock as he bites the inside of his cheek before continuing. 

“I was wrong, obviously. They only grew to become painful because I knew I didn’t have a chance with you. That’s when I decided to distance myself from you, so that my feelings will go away and then I’d come back when I knew they were gone. I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship or skew your view of our whole relationship because of the way I felt, so I decided to be selfish and a coward, and leave instead of talking to you about it.” 

Wonwoo looks back up at you after he finishes, just to see you gawking at him as you try to comprehend what he had just confessed. He tries to hold back a laugh at your face, even though he feels a pang of hurt in his chest from your reaction. It just confirms the fact that he was right—he really didn’t stand a chance.

“I didn’t know that my drunk self would start calling you, which effectively ruined my plan to get over you with some distance put between us. There was always a sense of guilt whenever I’d wake up in your room and quickly realize what I did when I was shitfaced. I felt even worse when I’d pass by you to go make you breakfast before I left and see your sleeping face, just to realize that I still haven’t gotten over you.” Wonwoo says with a light laugh, and you can only blink at him as his words slowly sink into your brain.

Your feelings were mutual, is what rings through your head as you stare at the black haired beauty sitting across from you. Your hand grips onto your bed sheet, they’ve been mutual all this time.

“I’m really sorry, yn—”

“You absolute whore!” You exclaim, eyes wide as your arm shoots up to point at his face. He blinks in surprise at your outburst, quickly wondering whether or not he did the right thing of confessing to you. You reach out and grab his shoulders, giving him a slight shake as you stare into his catlike brown eyes.

He sucks in a shaky breath, “Yn?” 

“You are so incredibly stupid, Jeon Wonwoo!” 

“Okay, ow. I knew I was going to get rejected, but I didn’t expect to be rejected by insults—”

“All of this heartache you caused me just because you didn’t want to ruin our friendship?! If you had just spoken to me in the first place, then you would’ve known that I love you too!” You confess, grip on his shoulders tightening when he turns rigid in your hold. Silence falls over the room as your words sink in, and Wonwoo can only stare at you in shock when it finally hits him.

“You… You love me too?” Wonwoo asks, voice well below a whisper as his eyes search yours, almost as if he’s trying to make sure you’re not joking. Your heart thumps against your chest as you slowly nod your head, warmth flooding your face when you realize that you just confessed the feelings you have been harboring for the last five years. 

You bite the inside of your cheek as you begin to grow more shy, and cast your eyes downward to your lap. The silence is slowly starting to become deafening as you wait for Wonwoo to speak again, and you clasp your hands together nervously. 

You suck in a shaky breath when you feel a hand tenderly trail down your cheek, and you glance up to see Wonwoo admiring your features as his finger comes to a stop beneath your chin. He tilts your head upwards so that the two of you are staring into each other's eyes once again, and your heartbeat quickly becomes the only thing you can hear due to the close proximity between the two of you.

“Yn.” Wonwoo murmurs, eyes sparkling as he looks at you. You clench the bedsheets in your hands when you come to the realization of the emotion in his eyes that were once indecipherable to you, but are clear as day now. 

“Woo.” You reply quietly, and the corners of his lips quirk up at the use of his nickname. You watch as a smile takes over his features after a moment, before finally getting the chance to say, 

“I love you.” 

You’re unable to hold back the smile that forms on your face at his confession, and you let out a quiet laugh as you reach out to lovingly flick his forehead.

“I love you too, idiot.” 

He chuckles and catches your hand before it can fall back to your side, and you watch silently as he presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist. Warmth immediately floods your face at the intimate action, and Wonwoo bites back a laugh when he sees how wide your eyes are. He lets your connected hands fall back onto his lap, and he gently rubs circles into the back of your hand.

“There’s a lot we still need to work on—”

“Pft, you can say that again.” You interject, to which Wonwoo rolls his eyes jokingly before continuing. “And I will take the steps I need to in order to gain your forgiveness, because the reason behind what I did and how I made you feel aren’t excusable. But…”

You lean a bit closer with an inquisitive gaze, “But?” 

A soft smile forms on Wonwoo’s face at the curiosity in your eyes, “But when the time comes where we think we’re both ready, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to fight back another wave of warmth that threatens to blossom over your face as you shyly nod your head. You give him a small smile and squeeze his hand, “I’d love to.”

Stars form in Wonwoo’s eyes at your answer, practically glowing at the fact that his love for you has been reciprocated this whole time. While you let out a soft giggle at the sight, reaching out and brushing some of his hair out of his eyes as a wave of happiness washes over you.

“We did this very backwards, you know.” You tell him, and the black haired beauty just shrugs his shoulders as he leans into your touch. “How so?”

“We’re childhood friends that became slight strangers, then you apologized and we confessed our love for each other, and now we’re going to pick up where our friendship ended and then start dating.” 

Wonwoo nods his head at your quick explanation, before the corner of his lips quirks upwards as he replies, “Kinda sounds like Peeta and Katniss’s love story.” 

You physically pause at the comparison, before a loud laugh escapes your lips when you realize that he’s quite accurate. He looks up at the sound of your pretty laugh, and he smiles warmly at the sight of you cracking up at his joke. 

Shaking your head, you reach out and pinch his cheek, “Are you going to spoil our love story for me too, or what?” 

“No fucking way. I learned my lesson when you pushed me down the stairs after my first and only time I spoiled a story for you.” Wonwoo exclaims with wide eyes when you let go of his face, making you giggle as you fall back onto your bed so that you’re staring up at the ceiling. You squeeze his hand, “I’ll let you spoil our story—just this once.” 

A smile takes over Wonwoo’s features at this, and he leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he whispers, 

“After Wonwoo and yn work on their friendship, on Valentine’s Day he’ll ask yn out on a date by giving them a box of chocolates he made. Then he’ll take yn on the best date they’ve ever had, and they’ll become an official couple. It’ll be a few years down the road, when they’re both ready and financially stable, that Wonwoo will finally get down on one knee and propose.” 

Wonwoo leans back so that his face is hovering over yours, and he tenderly tucks away some hair that’s resting on your forehead as you stare at him with nothing but pure joy in your gaze. You tilt your head, not shying away from the close proximity as you ask with a small smile, “Then what?” 

Wonwoo grins at this, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, before leaning back and whispering, 

“Then they’ll live happily ever after. With Wonwoo making yn chocolate chip pancakes every Saturday morning, and yn sitting at their shared coffee table reading a new book that Wonwoo’s already read to make yn happy.”

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Kinktober Day 25: Double Penetration with MinWon

For 😸

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader x Mingyu | Genre: smut

Warnings: double penetration, prep occurred but wasn't seen, vaginal and anal sex, lil bit of dacryphilia, size kink (they have big dicks what's new), double creampie, breeding kink but just the cum

You take a deep breath as you feel Mingyu’s massive cock settle within you, his dick so long and thick in your ass, you swear you can feel it in your stomach. His hands are clamped on your hips, keeping your back pressed to his chest as you lay atop him on the bed, and you can hear him gritting his teeth at the sheer pressure of you around him. 

Even after what feels like hours of prep, it’s still a tight fit, mainly because you can only stretch so much and his dick is just that big. You’re starting to wonder if you should have had Wonwoo in Mingyu’s place, but know that it wouldn’t have made anything better. 

They’re matched in height and in cock size, so no matter what arrangement you decide for tonight, you’ll still be stuffed to the brim.

Not that you’re complaining.

Wonwoo stands at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed and his lips quirked up in a smirk as he watches you squirm on Mingyu’s chest. He’s making you wait just to see how long it takes you to beg, but what he doesn’t know about you is that you’re always willing to beg. 

“Wonwoo, please. Come fill me up, I wanna feel you both,” you plead, fighting with your uncooperative muscles to spread your legs, enticing him closer. Mingyu helps, hooking his hands beneath your knees and pulling your legs apart. You’re sure he’s sending Wonwoo puppy eyes over your shoulder, and you join in, letting your lip quiver and your eyelashes flutter just for good measure. 

He sighs like you’ve beleaguered him, like he’s not about to give you exactly what you want, like he’s not currently so hard you can see the full outline of his cock through his boxers. Stepping closer, he works his underwear down, his dick springing free and smacking against his toned stomach as he starts to climb up. 

You lock eyes as he makes his way toward you, his face stony but his hands extended to pet your strained thighs before he shuffles closer on his knees and aligns himself with you. The head of his cock grinds over your clit in what you’re sure isn’t an accident, making you jump and gasp and making his smirk grow. 

“Just put it-”

He slides inside you in stroke, stealing all the breath in your chest and all the room in your body. You’re all filled up, their cocks so thick inside you that you don’t think you’ll ever be the same again. 

You’re sure they can feel each other through the thin wall separating them, and from the look on Wonwoo’s face and the twitching of Mingyu’s dick, you think they like it. They’re giving you time to adjust but you almost don’t want them to move, just want them to stay here and keep you full, keep you whole. 

Until Wonwoo pulls back an inch, and pushes inside again. He tries to get you used to the feeling of movement with little thrusts, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to this. The feeling of both of them at once, the feeling of Mingyu’s hot breaths puffing over your shoulder and Wonwoo’s cold hands braced on your thighs. The feeling of being fit to burst in both your heart and your body.

“S’it good?” You ask through rapidly welling tears, your hands reaching back and delving into Mingyu’s hair to keep you grounded as Wonwoo starts to fuck you. 

“So fucking- God, I can’t even t-” A gasp cuts off the rest of Wonwoo's answer, but you’ve heard enough to make you flush from head to toe in want. 

“Mingyu?” 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight, I don’t know if I can take it,” he whines, sounding as close to crying as you are. 

“You can,” Wonwoo assures him, thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm and reaching for Mingyu’s hips to urge him into moving with him. He whimpers but pushes forward when Wonwoo pulls back, his hands flexing on your thighs and his hips bumping against yours. 

“Is it good for you?” Mingyu asks, leaning up to drag his canines over your neck as his cock throbs inside you. 

“So good, never, never been this full, I love it,” you cry, literally, the tears finally breaking over your lash line and streaming down the sides of your face. 

Wonwoo brings a hand up and brushes them away, sucking at his fingers and smiling a real smile as he bends down to kiss you deeply, his tongue pushing in and out of your mouth and his cock pushing in and out of your pussy. 

Mingyu gathers you closer, snaking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up to your chest and folding his hands together so you’re all wrapped up in him. You feel a little bad that you can’t look at him, that he’s stuck at your back, so you pull away from Wonwoo and turn your head, locking Mingyu’s lips with yours and moaning when he nips at your bottom lip. 

Wonwoo sits up and starts to put more weight behind his thrusts, his cock meeting the end of you every time he bottoms out. His strokes make Mingyu moan into your mouth, and you feel yourself get even wetter as he bucks against you, out of rhythm with Wonwoo but getting so deep it doesn’t even matter. 

They fuck you like that until your head spins, until you’re limp between them, until you’re mindless and boneless and senseless, and then they fuck you some more.

You’re so out of it, you don’t even notice your orgasm creeping up on you. When it hits, you can’t do anything but keen and let it take you over, let the waves batter you and the pleasure wash over you, your pussy and ass clenching wildly and sending both men over the edge with you.

Mingyu moans brokenly against your lips, and you can’t see Wonwoo but you can hear him gasping and groaning, hear the sharp note to his voice as he breaks.

It’s glorious to cum all together, like some sort of divine providence or miracle, and when the first strings of cum start to splatter against your walls, you swear you’ll never get enough of this. You thought you were full before, but now that they’re pumping their loads inside you, you know you weren’t anywhere close.

You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 :- His obssesion |Kim Mingyu

Pairing:- Kim Mingyu x f!reader

Genre:- Minors do not interact, 18+content only, smuts, hard/Dom mingyu, sub reader, kissing, stimulation, swearing, petnames (darling, babygirl, baby, sweetheart, my slut etc), dirty talking, oral(f! m! receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex, shower sex,couch sex, kidnapping, spanking , spitting. (Let me know if there's more)

Wc:- 30k +

Synopsis:- In the ruthless underworld ruled by Mingyu, his dark aura commands obedience and his word is law. Women flock to him, but when his gaze locks onto her for just a fleeting moment, Mingyu's insatiable desire ignites. Determined to possess her, he embarks on a relentless pursuit, where passion blurs the lines between love and danger. As Mingyu navigates the treacherous world of power and desire, he must confront his own demons to claim the ultimate prize—her heart.

warnings:- minors strictly do not interact/you'll be blocked asap.

A/n:- this is my first fic on Tumblr,no reqs this is my own idea, hope you like it , your comments and reblogs and support means alot to me.

Notes:-All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced , transmitted or distributed on any forms without the prior of the rightful owner.

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Y/N, the epitome of sass and style. As the only daughter of a prominent family, she reigns supreme as the queen bee of her social circle. With an undeniable allure and confidence, Y/N effortlessly commands attention wherever she goes. Her magnetic personality draws others in, while her impeccable sense of style sets her apart as a trendsetter.

Despite her self-assured exterior, Y/N possesses a complexity that transcends mere vanity, revealing glimpses of her ambivert nature and inner depths. In a world where every boy vies for her affection, Y/N navigates the complexities of popularity with grace and poise, leaving a trail of admirers in her wake.

Her laughter is like music, tinkling with the promise of mischief and merriment, while her eyes sparkle with the fire of a thousand stars, daring anyone to challenge her authority.

With a flip of her glossy locks and a flick of her perfectly manicured nails, she commands the attention of all who cross her path, her aura suffused with the irresistible charm of a modern-day princess.

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In the sleek, modern elegance of her luxurious bedroom, Y/N lounges on a plush bed adorned with sleek linens and designer pillows, her phone cradled between her ear and shoulder as she multitasks with effortless grace.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of contemporary lighting, casting a warm ambiance over the space as music streams from state-of-the-art speakers, filling the air with pulsating beats and infectious rhythms.

As she blows on her freshly painted nails, the soft scent of her favorite face mask fills the room, its luxurious ingredients working their magic on her skin as she indulges in a moment of self-care amidst the hustle and bustle of her glamorous lifestyle.

On the other end of the line, her friends chatter excitedly about their plans for the evening, their voices a symphony of laughter and anticipation that adds to the electric atmosphere of Y/N's bedroom.

"Oh my gosh, you guys, I just found the perfect outfit for tonight!" one of her friends exclaims, the excitement palpable in her voice. "It's straight off the runway, and I swear, it was made for me!"

Y/N's laughter rings out, a tinkling melody that dances through the air like champagne bubbles. "I can't wait to see it! You know we're going to be the best-dressed squad in the club tonight."

As they discuss the details of their evening plans, ideas fly back and forth like sparks of creativity, each suggestion more daring and exhilarating than the last. From trendy rooftop bars to exclusive VIP lounges, the night is ripe with possibilities, and Y/N can feel the excitement building in the pit of her stomach with each passing moment.

"Let's start with drinks at that new rooftop spot downtown," another friend suggests, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And then we can hit up that exclusive club that just opened up. I heard the music there is insane."

Y/N's eyes sparkle with anticipation at the thought of the night ahead, her pulse quickening with the thrill of adventure. "Sounds like a plan," she agrees, her voice a confident purr. "Tonight, we're going to paint the town red and leave a trail of unforgettable memories in our wake."

With a final exchange of laughter and well-wishes, Y/N bids her friends farewell, the excitement of the night ahead coursing through her veins like electricity. As she sinks back into the plush comfort of her bed, she knows that tonight will be a night to remember—a night of laughter, luxury, and the kind of exhilarating freedom that only comes from being young, rich, and fabulous.

As Y/N meticulously applies her makeup, her skilled hands deftly tracing bold, glittery patterns across her eyelids and accentuating her features with a touch of glamour, she can't help but admire the striking reflection that stares back at her from the mirror. With each stroke of the brush, she transforms herself into a vision of beauty and confidence, her lips painted a vibrant shade of red that demands attention and commands respect.

As she slips into her chosen outfit—a short, revealing bodycon dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination—Y/N feels a surge of empowerment wash over her. The fabric clings to her like a second skin, accentuating her assets and showcasing her undeniable allure with every step she takes.

With a final flourish, she runs her fingers through her hair, coaxing it into sleek waves that cascade down her shoulders like liquid silk. As she gazes at her reflection in the mirror, a smile tugs at the corners of her lips, her eyes sparkling with confidence and self-assurance.

"You look fabulous, darling," she murmurs to herself, her voice a husky whisper that carries the weight of her undeniable charisma.

With a playful wink and a blown kiss to her reflection, she turns on her heels and sashays out of the room, ready to conquer the world with her intoxicating charm and unapologetic confidence.

Y/N descends the staircase with the grace of a queen, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors with each confident step. As she reaches the bottom, she finds her father reclining on the couch, his eyes fixed on the television screen, while her mother bustles about in the kitchen, the sound of running water mingling with the gentle hum of conversation.

"Where are you heading now, young lady?" her father inquires, his tone laced with a hint of concern as he tears his gaze away from the television to look at his daughter.

Y/N meets her father's gaze with a cool confidence, her lips curved into a playful smile. "To have fun, Dad," she replies, her voice carrying the unmistakable lilt of mischief.

Her mother, still busy at the sink, chimes in with a note of caution. "Wearing that—"

But Y/N cuts her off with a wave of her hand, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Mom, chill," she interjects, her tone tinged with exasperation. "I'm a big girl now. I can handle myself."

With a flick of her hair, Y/N turns towards the door, her resolve unwavering. "Anyway, don't worry about me," she adds, her voice softening just a fraction. "And don't wait up for me. I'll probably stay at Amira's place tonight."

Her parents exchange a glance, their expressions a mixture of concern and resignation. But before they can protest further, Y/N is already out the door, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty and unanswered questions in her wake.

Y/N steps outside to find her friends Amira and Isla waiting for her in the sleek, gleaming car, their faces lighting up with excitement as they catch sight of her. With squeals of delight, they eagerly beckon her over, their laughter echoing through the night air as Y/N approaches with a confident swagger.

"Girl, you look absolutely stunning!" Amira exclaims, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she takes in Y/N's flawless ensemble.

Y/N strikes a pose, her hips cocked to the side and her hand resting on one perfectly sculpted hip. "Thanks, but do I look fat?" she asks teasingly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Her friends exchange a knowing glance, their lips curling into matching grins. "Fat? Girl, you couldn't look fat if you tried," Isla retorts with a playful roll of her eyes. "You look fabulous, as always."

Y/N throws her head back with a laugh, the sound ringing out like crystal bells in the cool night air. "Fabulous of all time, huh?" she quips, her voice dripping with sass.

Amira nods enthusiastically, her excitement palpable. "Absolutely! Now let's get this party started, ladies!" she declares, her words punctuated by a chorus of cheers and high-fives from the group.

As they pile into the car, the air crackles with the energy of anticipation and the promise of adventure. With Y/N at the wheel and her friends by her side, they set off into the night, ready to conquer the world one fabulous moment at a time.

And as the city lights blur past them in a kaleidoscope of color and motion, they know that tonight will be a night to remember—a night of laughter, love, and the kind of unforgettable memories that can only be made with your closest friends by your side.

Or maybe not.

As the car glides to a stop at the entrance of the rooftop bar, Y/N and her friends step out into a world of luxury and excitement. The bar is an oasis of modern sophistication, with sleek furnishings and an open-air layout that offers breathtaking views of the city skyline. Twinkling fairy lights and flickering candles cast a warm glow over the space, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and allure.

As they make their way to a cozy corner booth, the sound of laughter and lively conversation fills the air, mingling with the soft strains of music drifting from hidden speakers. The bar is alive with energy, the air thick with the scent of exotic cocktails and the promise of endless possibilities.

With a round of drinks in hand, the girls settle into their seats, the clink of glasses and the hum of conversation punctuating the pulsating beat of the music. As they sip on their colorful concoctions, the night stretches out before them like a canvas waiting to be painted with memories.

Y/N leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she raises her glass in a toast to her friends.

"Here's to us," she declares, her voice ringing out clear and confident above the din of the crowd. "To nights like these, where the drinks are flowing and the possibilities are endless."

Amira grins, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she clinks her glass against Y/N's. "Cheers to that!" she exclaims, her enthusiasm infectious as she takes a sip of her cocktail.

Isla nods in agreement, her eyes alight with anticipation. "I love nights like these," she admits, her voice soft with emotion. "When we can forget about the stresses of everyday life and just focus on having fun together."

As the night wears on and the drinks continue to flow, the conversation becomes more animated, the laughter more raucous.

And as they dance beneath the star-studded sky, the world falls away, leaving only the intoxicating rhythm of the music and the electric energy of the night.

In that moment, Y/N felt a bit dizzy as she excuse herself and went outside.

As Y/N steps outside the bar, her mind still swirling with the effects of the alcohol, a sudden pang of panic shoots through her chest as she realizes her phone is missing. Frantically patting down her pockets and searching through her purse, she curses under her breath, her heart racing with apprehension.

Before she can fully process her predicament, she finds herself surrounded by a group of imposing figures, their menacing silhouettes looming over her like shadows in the night. Her pulse quickens as she takes in their intimidating presence, her voice trembling with uncertainty as she demands to know their identity.

"Who are you guys?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting nervously from one face to another in search of answers.

But the men remain silent, their expressions stoic and unreadable as they close in around her, their movements coordinated and deliberate. Panic rises within Y/N like a tidal wave, threatening to overwhelm her as she struggles to make sense of the situation.

Before she can react, her surroundings seem to blur and darken, the world tilting on its axis as she feels herself slipping away into unconsciousness.

With a last desperate gasp for air, she collapses someone's arm, the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears as everything fades to black.

In the darkness, her mind races with questions and fears, her thoughts a jumbled mess of confusion and terror. What do these men want from her? Where are they taking her? And most importantly, will she ever see her friends again?

As she drifts into unconsciousness, a sense of helplessness washes over her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and alone in a world gone mad. And as the darkness claims her, she can only hope and pray that someone, somewhere, will come to her rescue before it's too late.

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As Y/N's eyes flutter open, she finds herself enveloped in darkness, the air thick with an oppressive silence that presses down on her like a weight. With a groan, she sits up, her head spinning and her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to make sense of her surroundings.

"Hello?" she calls out, her voice echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room. But there is no response, only the eerie stillness of the empty space surrounding her.

As she struggles to push herself off the bed, a cold shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that her dress is gone, replaced by a small red nightgown that clings to her skin like a second skin. Panic rises within her like a tide, threatening to drown her in its suffocating grip as she frantically searches for her belongings.

Her hands shake as she rummages through the room, her fingers fumbling over every surface in a desperate attempt to find her phone. But it's nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in the darkness.

Fear tightens its grip around her heart as she realizes the gravity of her situation. Who are these people? What do they want from her? And why has she been stripped of her clothes and left alone in this ominous room?

With a sense of urgency driving her forward, Y/N hurries towards the door at the end of the room, her fingers trembling as she reaches out to twist the knob. To her surprise, the door swings open with ease, revealing a dimly lit hallway.

As Y/N cautiously makes her way down the dark hallway, her heart pounding in her chest, she can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at her insides like a hungry beast.

As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, her senses on high alert, she is met with a chilling silence that echoes through the empty space like a death knell. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient wood and musty velvet, a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings that surround her.

Heart racing, she takes a hesitant step forward, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and survival. But before she can make a move, her hand brushes against a nearby vase, sending it crashing to the ground with a deafening clatter.

"Fuck," she curses under her breath, her heart sinking with dread as she realizes that her clumsy mistake has likely alerted whoever—or whatever—lurks in the shadows.

But before she can make a run for it, a deep, husky voice cuts through the silence like a knife, freezing her in her tracks.

"Where are you going, babygirl?" the voice rumbles, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine as she whirls around to face the source of the sound.

Her eyes widen in terror as she finds herself face to face with a figure cloaked in darkness, their features obscured by the dim light that filters through the murky depths of the room.

Fear grips Y/N like a vice as she struggles to find her voice, her mind racing with a thousand questions and a million possibilities. But in that moment, all she can do is stand frozen in place, her breath caught in her throat as she waits for whatever comes next.

As Y/N's heart races with fear and uncertainty, she struggles to make out the features of the figure emerging from the shadows. With a shaky breath, she manages to stammer out a question, her voice trembling with a mixture of defiance and terror.

"Who are you?" she demands, her words echoing off the walls of the dimly lit room.

As the figure steps into the light, Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief at the sight before her. Clad in a black shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of chiseled chest, with perfectly tailored pants and sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, muscular arms, the man standing before her exudes an aura of raw power and undeniable allure.

His hair is impeccably styled, framing a face that could only be described as sculpted by the gods themselves. With piercing eyes that seem to see straight into her soul and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, he is the epitome of masculine perfection—a Greek god in human form.

But it's not just his appearance that leaves Y/N breathless—it's the aura of danger and intrigue that surrounds him like a cloak, the way he carries himself with a confidence bordering on arrogance, and the glint of mischief in his eyes that sends a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his movements fluid and graceful as he closes the distance between them, a tumbler of whisky clutched casually in one hand.

"I'm the one who's been waiting for you, babygirl," he purrs, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to find her voice, her mind reeling with a million questions and a million more emotions.

Who is this mysterious stranger? What does he want from her? And why does his presence fill her with equal parts fear and desire?

But as she looks into his smoldering gaze, she knows one thing for certain—her life will never be the same again.

Y/N's voice quivers with a mix of fear and bravado as she confronts the enigmatic stranger who stands before her, his presence casting a spell of uncertainty over her senses. With a trembling hand, she gestures towards herself, her words dripping with defiance.

"Do you even know who I am?" she challenges, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and bravado. "If my dad finds out about you, he will kill you."

The stranger's lips curl into a sardonic smile, amusement dancing in his eyes as he regards her with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. With a casual shrug, he takes a sip of his whisky, the liquid burning a fiery trail down his throat as he savors the taste.

"Oh, is that so?" he replies, his tone laced with a hint of mockery. "And just who might you be, darling?"

Y/N's jaw clenches with frustration at his dismissive tone, her pulse quickening with a surge of adrenaline as she struggles to maintain her composure in the face of his unflappable demeanor.

"Yes," she retorts, her voice dripping with icy determination. "You have made a grave mistake by kidnapping me. My father will stop at nothing to find me, and when he does, you will pay dearly for your actions."

The stranger chuckles softly, the sound sending a chill down Y/N's spine as she braces herself for his response. With a predatory glint in his eyes, he takes a step closer, the air crackling with tension between them.

"Ah, but my dear, you underestimate me," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not afraid of your father, or anyone else for that matter. And as for your so-called 'kidnapping,' well, let's just say that things are not always as they seem."

Y/N's voice trembles with a mix of anger and defiance as she steps forward to confront the towering figure before her, her petite frame dwarfed by his imposing presence. With fire blazing in her eyes, she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his intimidating demeanor.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" she demands, her voice laced with venom as she levels a fierce glare at him.

Mingyu's lips quirk into a smirk at her boldness, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he regards her with a mixture of intrigue and admiration.

With a casual shrug, he takes a step closer, his towering height casting a long shadow over her diminutive form.

"Finally, a nice question," he replies, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he meets her gaze with a look of unabashed amusement. "As for who I am, well, that's a bit more complicated."

Y/N narrows her eyes, refusing to be swayed by his smooth words and confident demeanor. She knows that there is more to this man than meets the eye, and she is determined to uncover the truth no matter the cost.

"Cut the bullshit," she snaps, her voice cracking with pent-up frustration. "I want answers, and I want them now. Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

Mingyu's smirk widens into a grin at her defiance, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something more primal. With a predatory glint in his gaze, he leans in close, his breath hot against her ear as he speaks in a low, husky whisper.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. But don't worry, all will be revealed in due time. For now, just sit back and enjoy the ride."

"Enjoy the ride well fuck that shit, I am leaving." Her defiant words hang in the air like a challenge, her determination shining through despite the fear that courses through her veins. With a determined glare, she turns to leave, intent on escaping this nightmare and reclaiming her freedom.

But before she can take a single step, Mingyu's powerful grip tightens around her throat, pinning her against the wall with a force that leaves her breathless. The air rushes from her lungs in a desperate gasp as his touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire that burns hot and fierce within her.

"Step one foot outside this mansion, and you won't like what comes next," he warns, his voice low and dangerous as he leans in close, his breath hot against her skin. His words hang in the air like a dark promise, a chilling reminder of the power he wields over her fate.

Y/N's heart races with a mixture of fear and desire as she meets his intense gaze, her pulse quickening with each passing moment.

Despite the danger that surrounds her, there is something undeniably exhilarating about being in such close proximity to this enigmatic stranger, something that sets her ablaze with a hunger she cannot ignore.

But even as her body betrays her with its response to his touch, her mind screams for her to fight back, to break free from his grasp and run as far and as fast as she can. She knows that she should be afraid of him, that she should despise him for what he has done to her.

And yet, as Mingyu's eyes bore into hers with a fierce intensity that threatens to consume her whole, she cannot deny the undeniable pull she feels towards him, the magnetic attraction that binds them together in this dangerous dance of desire and despair.

In that moment, as their bodies press together in a tangle of heat and urgency, Y/N knows that she is teetering on the edge of a precipice, her fate hanging in the balance as she grapples with the overwhelming force of her desire for this dark and dangerous man.

"Don't touch me." Her voice comes out as a barely audible whisper, her breath hitching in her throat as Mingyu's smirk widens in response to her plea.

With a casual shrug, he backs off slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he holds up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender.

"As you wish, princess," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I won't touch you unless you give me permission."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she meets his gaze, her body still pressed against the wall as if rooted in place by some invisible force.

She can feel the tension crackling in the air between them, thick and palpable as desire courses through her veins like a wildfire.

But before she can respond, Mingyu speaks again, his words sending a chill down her spine even as a shiver of anticipation races down her spine.

"From now on, you belong to me," he declares, his voice low and commanding. "Whether you like it or not, you will do as I say."

As he takes a sip of his whisky, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light of the room, Y/N's mind races with a thousand questions and a million fears. She knows that she is in deep trouble, that she is at the mercy of this dark and dangerous man who holds her fate in his hands.

"And don't even think of running away," Mingyu continues, his tone ominous as he fixes her with a steely gaze. "Because no matter where you go, I will always find you."

Y/N's breath catches in her throat at his words, her mind reeling with the implications of his threat. She knows that she is trapped, ensnared in a web of desire and danger from which there may be no escape.

Y/N's voice trembles with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she repeats the question that has been burning in her mind since the moment she laid eyes on Mingyu.

"Who are you?" she whispers, her words hanging in the air like a challenge, daring him to reveal the truth behind the enigma that is Mingyu.

Mingyu lets out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting away for a moment as if lost in thought before returning to lock onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.

"Again with the same question," he muses, his tone tinged with a hint of amusement. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

He gestures for her to come closer, his voice soft and coaxing as he invites her to join him on the couch. But Y/N shakes her head defiantly, refusing to obey his command.

"Alright, if standing is more comfortable for you," he concedes with a shrug, settling back onto the couch with a casual grace that belies the tension simmering beneath the surface.

But Y/N refuses to be deterred, her determination fueling her courage as she meets his gaze head-on once more.

"Who are you?" she demands, her voice stronger now, tinged with a hint of desperation as she searches for answers in the depths of his dark eyes.

Mingyu's lips curve into a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and intrigue as he leans in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

"I am whoever you want me to be, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "But for now, let's just say that I'm the man who's going to make all your wildest fantasies come true."

Y/N's heart races at his words, her pulse quickening with a heady mix of anticipation and fear as she struggles to resist the pull of his magnetic charm.

Y/N's frustration boils over, her patience worn thin by Mingyu's evasive answers and tantalizing charm. With a fierce determination, she cuts through the tension with her words, her voice ringing out with a mix of desperation and defiance.

"Please, stop playing games with me," she implores, her voice cracking with emotion. "Just tell me, what's your fucking name?"

Mingyu's laughter fills the room, a rich, melodious sound that washes over her like a wave, stirring something deep within her as she watches him with a mixture of irritation and fascination.

"You curse a lot from that pretty mouth of yours," he observes, his voice laced with amusement as he meets her gaze with a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/N's cheeks flush with embarrassment at his comment, her anger momentarily forgotten as she grapples with the unexpected compliment. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a surge of warmth at his words, a thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of being the object of his attention.

But even as her heart races with the heady rush of desire, she knows that she cannot let herself be swayed by his charm. She needs answers, and she won't rest until she gets them.

"Stop deflecting," she insists, her voice firm as she meets his gaze head-on. "I want to know who you are, and I want to know now."

Mingyu's expression softens, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes as he regards her with a newfound sense of respect. He stood up from the couch and walks towards her.

"Alright, alright," he concedes with a sigh, his tone more serious now as he leans in closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.

"My name is Mingyu," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face.

A smirk tugs at Mingyu's lips as he leans back, his gaze locked onto Y/N with a smoldering intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. With a casual flick of his hand, he brushes off her question as if it were nothing more than a passing breeze, his voice dripping with confidence and arrogance.

"I bet you've heard of me," he says, his tone low and smooth, laced with a hint of amusement. "I don't need to explain myself, do I?"

Y/N's breath catches in her throat at his words, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and a million questions.

Mingyu's reputation precedes him like a dark shadow cast over the city, his name whispered in hushed tones by those who dare to speak it. He is the epitome of danger, a force to be reckoned with, and his mere presence strikes fear into the hearts of those who cross his path.

As the leader of one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the country, Mingyu commands respect and obedience from all who serve under him. His word is law, his will absolute, and those who dare to defy him do so at their own peril.

With a ruthless cunning and a steely resolve, Mingyu has built his empire from the ground up, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in his wake. He is a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for themselves, but when he does speak, his words carry the weight of authority and power.

But whether he is capable of redemption or destined to remain a prisoner of his own ruthless ambition remains to be seen. For now, Mingyu is a man of mystery and danger, a figure of awe and dread whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who hear it.

But even as fear gnaws at the edges of her mind, there is something undeniably thrilling about being in the presence of such a dangerous and enigmatic man, something that sets her pulse racing and her heart pounding in her chest.

"What do you want from me?" she demands once more, her voice trembling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Mingyu's smirk widens into a knowing grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

"What do I want from you?" he muses, his voice low and seductive as he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. "Oh, sweetheart, the possibilities are endless."

Y/N's heart races at his words, her pulse quickening with a heady mix of excitement and fear. She knows that she should be afraid of him, that she should run as far and as fast as she can.

But in that moment, as Mingyu's eyes lock onto hers with a fierce intensity that threatens to consume her whole, she cannot deny the undeniable pull she feels towards him, the magnetic attraction that binds them together in this dangerous dance of desire and despair.

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Y/N stands on the balcony, the soft satin gown clinging to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her every movement with an air of effortless sensuality. Her hair cascades in loose waves down her back, the soft glow of the moonlight casting a halo around her as she gazes out into the night.

It's been one week since she was kidnapped by the infamous Mingyu, and despite her initial fear and apprehension, she can't deny the strange allure he holds over her. There's something about him, something dangerous and forbidden, that draws her in like a moth to a flame.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Y/N turns on her heels and makes her way out of the room, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

The bodyguards stationed outside simply bow their heads in acknowledgment as she passes, their silent presence a constant reminder of the captivity she finds herself in.

As she steps into Mingyu's room, the air is thick with the scent of musk and spice, the darkness enveloping her like a warm embrace.

The sound of water running draws her attention to the glass wall shower, the steam obscuring her view but heightening her senses in the process.

With hesitant steps, Y/N approaches the shower, her pulse quickening with each passing moment as she imagines the man behind the steam.

She knows she shouldn't be here, knows she should turn and run before it's too late. But something deep within her compels her forward, driving her towards the unknown with an irresistible force.

As Y/N pushes open the shower door, her breath catches in her throat at the sight before her. Mingyu stands beneath the cascading water, his sculpted physique glistening with droplets of water that cling to his skin like liquid diamonds.

Every muscle is defined and taut, his broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waistline, exuding an aura of raw power and masculinity.

But Mingyu is unaware of her presence, lost in the blissful oblivion of the steaming water as it cascades over his toned form. Y/N's heart races with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as she steps closer, her fingers trembling with the desire to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips.

With hesitant steps, she approaches him from behind, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she reaches out to caress his back.

Mingyu's body tenses at her touch, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he turns around to face her, his eyes dark and smoldering with desire.

Their gazes lock in a silent exchange of longing and passion, the air thick with tension as they stand on the precipice of temptation. Y/N's heart pounds in her chest, her pulse quickening with each passing moment as she meets Mingyu's intense gaze with a fierce determination of her own.

"I didn't expect to find you here," Mingyu murmurs, his voice low and husky as he takes in her appearance, his eyes roaming over her satin-clad form with hunger and longing. "But I'm certainly not complaining."

Y/N's fingertips trace the contours of Mingyu's chiseled abs, her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins as he watches her with a smoldering intensity.

His breath hitches in his throat as her touch ignites a fire within him, desire roaring to life like a raging inferno.

But before he can react, Y/N suddenly backs away, her movements filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing. Mingyu's heart pounds in his chest as he watches her, his desire burning hotter with each passing moment.

Without a word, Mingyu closes the distance between them in a single stride, his hands reaching out to grab her arms and pull her into his embrace.

Y/N gasps in surprise as he presses her against the steamy glass wall of the shower, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce and demanding kiss.

Their mouths collide in a clash of tongues and teeth, the taste of desire and desperation mingling on their lips as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body with a possessive urgency, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole.

The steam swirls around them, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat and passion as they lose themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire and need. Mingyu's kisses grow rougher and more insistent, his hunger for her driving him to new heights of ecstasy.

Y/N moans into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrenders to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Mingyu's touch is like fire against her skin, his hands leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they explore every inch of her body with a fervent hunger.

Y/N gasps as Mingyu's hands roam over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole.

She can feel the heat of his desire pulsing against her skin, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he pulls her closer, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Mingyu's lips find their way to her neck, his mouth trailing a path of fire across her skin as he sucks and nips at her sensitive flesh.

She arches into his touch, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she surrenders herself to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Mingyu," she moans, her voice a breathless whisper as she presses herself against him, her body aching with need for him. "Please, I need you."

Mingyu's response is a low growl of desire as he captures her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce and passionate dance. Their mouths move together in perfect synchrony, their desire igniting like wildfire as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers trail lower, tracing the outline of her soaked panties with a tantalizing touch that sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

She gasps in anticipation as he teases and tantalizes her, his touch setting her alight with a burning desire that threatens to consume her whole.

Mingyu's fingers dance over her panties with a skillful precision, his touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a tidal wave.

She arches into his touch, her body trembling with need as he presses her against the glass wall of the shower, the water cascading over them in a torrent of heat and desire.

Their eyes lock in a silent exchange of longing and passion, the air thick with tension as they surrender themselves to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through their veins.

Mingyu's lips find hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a fierce and primal dance as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

"I want to feel you," Mingyu murmurs against her lips, his voice rough with desire as he trails kisses down the curve of her neck. "I want to taste you, to make you mine."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's words send a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. She moans in ecstasy as his fingers slide past the barrier of her panties, teasing and tantalizing her with a skillful touch that threatens to drive her to the brink of madness.

The water cascades over them in a torrent of heat and desire, the steam swirling around them like a veil of passion as Mingyu presses her against the glass wall, his fingers plunging deeper into her with a fierce and unrelenting hunger.

Their bodies move together in perfect synchrony, their desire igniting like wildfire as they surrender themselves completely to the ecstasy of the moment. Mingyu's touch is rough and demanding, his fingers driving her to new heights of pleasure with each passing moment.

Y/N moans in ecstasy as Mingyu's lips find hers once more, their kisses growing more urgent and passionate with each passing moment. She clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.

Y/N's breath hitches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers plunge deep inside her, filling her with a delicious sense of fullness that sends waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.

She moans in ecstasy as he thrusts and pumps his fingers with a rough and relentless urgency, driving her to the brink of madness with each powerful stroke.

Mingyu's touch is electric, igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.

She arches into his touch, her body trembling with need as he drives her higher and higher with each passing moment.

"Oh God, Mingyu," she moans, her voice a breathless whisper as she clings to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. "Don't stop, please don't stop I am close."

Mingyu's only response is a low, guttural growl of desire as he continues to fuck his fingers into her with a rough and relentless urgency, his movements becoming faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body quivering with the promise of release as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

"Come for me, baby," Mingyu murmurs against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he drives her higher and higher with each powerful thrust of his fingers. "Give in to the pleasure, let go and let me take you there."

Y/N's whole body tenses as she feels the sweet release of orgasm wash over her like a tidal wave, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the shower as

Mingyu continues to drive her to new heights of pleasure with his skilled touch.

"Just fuck me already".Her breath hitches in her throat as she utters those words, her desire burning brightly as Mingyu smirks in response, his own desire evident in the glint of his eyes.

"Your wish is my command, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he lines up his throbbing member against her slick entrance.

With a swift thrust of his hips, Mingyu plunges deep inside her, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion and desire.

Y/N moans in ecstasy as she feels him fill her completely, her walls tightening around him in a delicious embrace as he begins to move inside her with a rough and relentless urgency.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized in a primal dance of lust and longing. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.

Their moans mingle together in the heated air of the shower, the sound of their passion filling the room as Mingyu's thrusts become harder and more frantic with each passing moment. Y/N's nails dig into his back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole.

"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice a desperate plea as he thrusts deep inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion and desire. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of being filled completely by him.

Mingyu's movements are rough and urgent, his need driving him to new heights of passion as he seeks to claim Y/N as his own. Their bodies collide with a primal force, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's nails dig into Mingyu's back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. Every thrust sends her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.

Their moans mingle together in a symphony of passion and desire, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as Mingyu's thrusts become faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

Y/N's body trembles with the force of her release, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.

"I'm close, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the heat building in the pit of her stomach. Mingyu's own moans mingle with hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink of ecstasy.

"Me too, baby, me too," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic with each passing moment. He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Just tell me where you want it."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to form coherent thoughts, her body consumed by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. "Inside, fill me up," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

And with a final, desperate thrust, Mingyu drives deep inside her, his release pouring into her like a flood as they both surrender themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over them like a tidal wave.

Mingyu gently sets Y/N down on the counter, their bodies still intertwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He reaches for a nearby towel, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to clean her up, his touch gentle and tender against her skin.

Y/N sighs contentedly as she leans into his touch, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice soft and breathless as she gazes up at Mingyu with a mixture of awe and adoration.

Mingyu smiles down at her, his eyes softening with affection as he meets her gaze. "You were amazing," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as he continues to gently wipe away the traces of their passion.

They fall into a comfortable silence as Mingyu finishes cleaning her up, their bodies still pressed close together in the intimate space of the bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and desire that lingers in the air like a tangible reminder of their passion.

Finally, Mingyu sets aside the towel and reaches for Y/N's hand, his touch light and reassuring as he intertwines their fingers together. "I'm glad you're here," he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he gazes into her eyes.

Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she returns his gaze. "I'm glad too," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion as she leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

Mingyu's only response is a low, guttural growl of desire as he continues to fuck his fingers into her with a rough and relentless urgency, his movements becoming faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

He can feel her walls tightening around his fingers, her body quivering with the promise of release as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy.

"Come for me, baby," Mingyu murmurs against her ear, his voice rough with desire as he drives her higher and higher with each powerful thrust of his fingers. "Give in to the pleasure, let go and let me take you there."

Y/N's whole body tenses as she feels the sweet release of orgasm wash over her like a tidal wave, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the shower as

Mingyu continues to drive her to new heights of pleasure with his skilled touch.

"Just fuck me already".Her breath hitches in her throat as she utters those words, her desire burning brightly as Mingyu smirks in response, his own desire evident in the glint of his eyes.

"Your wish is my command, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he lines up his throbbing member against her slick entrance.

With a swift thrust of his hips, Mingyu plunges deep inside her, their bodies becoming one in a frenzy of passion and desire.

Y/N moans in ecstasy as she feels him fill her completely, her walls tightening around him in a delicious embrace as he begins to move inside her with a rough and relentless urgency.

Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized in a primal dance of lust and longing. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that courses through her veins.

Their moans mingle together in the heated air of the shower, the sound of their passion filling the room as Mingyu's thrusts become harder and more frantic with each passing moment. Y/N's nails dig into his back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole.

"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice a desperate plea as he thrusts deep inside her, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion and desire. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensation of being filled completely by him.

Mingyu's movements are rough and urgent, his need driving him to new heights of passion as he seeks to claim Y/N as his own. Their bodies collide with a primal force, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

Y/N's nails dig into Mingyu's back, her body arching into his touch as she rides the wave of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. Every thrust sends her closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy.

Their moans mingle together in a symphony of passion and desire, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower as Mingyu's thrusts become faster and more frantic with each passing moment.

Y/N's body trembles with the force of her release, her cries of pleasure filling the room as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over her like a tidal wave.

"I'm close, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the heat building in the pit of her stomach. Mingyu's own moans mingle with hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the brink of ecstasy.

"Me too, baby, me too," he groans, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic with each passing moment. He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Just tell me where you want it."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to form coherent thoughts, her body consumed by the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that threatens to consume her whole. "Inside, fill me up," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper as she surrenders herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

And with a final, desperate thrust, Mingyu drives deep inside her, his release pouring into her like a flood as they both surrender themselves completely to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that washes over them like a tidal wave.

Mingyu gently sets Y/N down on the counter, their bodies still intertwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. He reaches for a nearby towel, his movements slow and deliberate as he begins to clean her up, his touch gentle and tender against her skin.

Y/N sighs contentedly as she leans into his touch, her body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. "That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice soft and breathless as she gazes up at Mingyu with a mixture of awe and adoration.

Mingyu smiles down at her, his eyes softening with affection as he meets her gaze. "You were amazing," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity as he continues to gently wipe away the traces of their passion.

They fall into a comfortable silence as Mingyu finishes cleaning her up, their bodies still pressed close together in the intimate space of the bathroom. The air is thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a heady mix of sweat and desire that lingers in the air like a tangible reminder of their passion.

Finally, Mingyu sets aside the towel and reaches for Y/N's hand, his touch light and reassuring as he intertwines their fingers together. "I'm glad you're here," he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability as he gazes into her eyes.

Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection as she returns his gaze. "I'm glad too," she whispers, her voice filled with emotion as she leans in to press a soft kiss against his lips.

Y/N watches Mingyu with a furrowed brow as he prepares to leave, a sense of unease gnawing at her insides. "Where are you going?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern as she searches his face for answers.

Mingyu turns to face her, his expression softening as he meets her gaze. "I have a meeting at the Club," he explains, his tone reassuring as he tries to alleviate her worries. "But it's just a meeting, babygirl. You don't have to worry."

As he leans in to kiss her, Y/N can't help but feel a pang of apprehension in the pit of her stomach. She knows that Mingyu's world is a dangerous one, filled with risks and uncertainties that she can't begin to comprehend. And while she trusts him with all her heart, she can't shake the feeling of dread that hangs over her like a dark cloud.

And as he leaves the room, Y/N can't help but feel a sense of longing as she watches him go.

Stepping outside, Mingyu beckons one of his trusted bodyguards over and utters firmly, "I'm heading out. Keep an eye on Y/N."

The bodyguard nods in understanding, his gaze unwavering as he replies, "Yes, boss. Consider it done." His voice carries a sense of determination, a testament to his unwavering loyalty to Mingyu.

Mingyu offers a curt nod in response, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features before he turns to leave.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard stands watch, his senses alert and his focus unwavering as he prepares to fulfill his duty.

As two hours pass with Mingyu away, Y/N's boredom begins to gnaw at her. An idea begins to form in her mischievous mind—why not surprise him at the club? With a sly grin, she sets her plan into motion.

Dressing herself in a sleek and seductive black bodycon dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, Y/N feels a surge of confidence wash over her.

Her hair is swept up into a high ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication to her look, while her makeup is flawlessly applied, highlighting her features with a hint of allure.

As Y/N steps out of her room, she comes face to face with the stern figure of the bodyguard, who immediately blocks her path. "Ma'am, I'm afraid you can't go anywhere. Boss's orders," he states firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

A mischievous glint dances in Y/N's eyes as she meets the bodyguard's gaze head-on. "Who said I'm going alone?" she retorts, her voice dripping with confidence. "You're coming with me."

The bodyguard's expression shifts, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across his features. "But Ma'am..." he begins, his words faltering as he struggles to find a way to dissuade her.

Y/N cuts him off with a decisive wave of her hand. "Your boss won't blame you. Tell him it was my idea," she declares, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now, are you coming or not?"

The bodyguard hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering between Y/N and the door. But ultimately, he knows that he can't disobey her direct orders. With a resigned nod, he falls into step beside her, his mind racing with thoughts of the consequences that await them both.

As the bodyguard drives Y/N towards the club, the streets of the city pass by in a blur of lights and shadows. Y/N sits in the backseat, her mind racing with anticipation for the surprise she has planned for Mingyu.

The bodyguard keeps a watchful eye on the road ahead, his focus unwavering as he navigates through the bustling city streets. Despite his initial reluctance, he knows that he must fulfill his duty and ensure Y/N's safety, even if it means accompanying her on this impromptu adventure.

As they arrive at the club, Y/N steps out of the car, the pulsating energy of the night enveloping her in its embrace. The neon lights flicker and dance against the dark backdrop of the city, casting an ethereal glow over the bustling streets.

The bodyguard holds the door open for her, and as they approach, the bouncers nod in recognition, their expressions unreadable as they allow them entry without a word. Inside, the club is alive with music and laughter, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol.

"Ma'am, can you please stay here? I'll check first if the meeting's over or not," the bodyguard says, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. Y/N nods in understanding, her eyes drifting towards the vibrant scene unfolding before her.

As she makes her way towards the VIP lounge, every eye in the room seems to be drawn to her, whispers of admiration and desire following in her wake.

"Wow, she's gorgeous," one person murmurs, their voice tinged with envy as they watch her pass by.

Others chime in with their own compliments, their words a symphony of praise and admiration. "I wish I looked like her," another whispers, their eyes lingering on Y/N's figure as she ascends the stairs with an effortless grace.

But amidst the sea of faces, Y/N's mind remains fixed on one person alone—Mingyu. She can feel his presence calling out to her, drawing her closer with each step she takes.

As Y/N strides confidently towards the VIP section, the two bodyguards stationed at the door recognize her instantly, their expressions impassive as they step aside to allow her entry. With a silent nod of thanks, Y/N slips past them and into the room beyond.

Inside, a group of men lounges on a sofa, their attention divided between the gyrating strippers on the poles and the drinks in their hands. But Y/N's gaze is fixed solely on Mingyu, who sits at the center of it all, his expression dark and brooding as he watches her approach.

As she draws near, a seductive smirk curves her lips, her movements graceful and deliberate. With each step she takes, Mingyu's eyes follow her, a flicker of anger flashing across his features at her unexpected presence in such a place.

But Y/N pays his reaction no mind as she finally reaches him, her confidence unwavering as she sinks onto his lap, her body fitting snugly against his.

With a boldness that takes him by surprise, she plucks the glass of whisky from his hand and takes a sip, her gaze never leaving his as she challenges him with her eyes.

Mingyu's jaw clenches as he struggles to contain his rage, the sight of her so brazenly defying him only serving to stoke the fire burning within him.

Without a word, he grabs her by the wrist once more and leads her out of the room, his grip firm and unyielding.

But even as he drags her away, Y/N can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.

Mingyu may be angry now, but deep down, she knows that he can't resist her for long. And as they disappear into the darkness together, she smirks, knowing that she's already won this round.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Mingyu's voice cuts through the pulsating music, his tone laced with anger as he closes the distance between them. The bass thumps in the background as he presses Y/N against the wall, his body effectively caging her in.

Y/N meets his gaze with a defiant smirk, unfazed by his proximity. "Just came to have a little fun," she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Aren't you happy to see me, Mingyu?"

Mingyu's jaw clenches at her flippant response, his anger boiling beneath the surface. "Came here to have fun, huh?" he growls, his words a low rumble in her ear. "Dressing like a damn whore."

Y/N's smirk widens as she leans into his touch, her breath hitching slightly at the sensation of his hand against her skin.

"Remember, you're the one who bought me this dress," she counters, her voice husky with desire as she guides his hand between her thighs, pressing it against her wet panties.

Mingyu's breath catches in his throat at the feel of her arousal, his resolve faltering as he struggles to resist the pull she has on him.

"You're playing with fire, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice strained with desire. "But damn if you don't make it hard to resist."

Their eyes lock in a heated gaze, the tension between them crackling with intensity as they stand on the precipice of something dangerous and intoxicating.

And as Mingyu leans in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, they both know that there's no turning back now.

As they break the kiss, Mingyu's grip tightens around Y/N's waist as he pulls her towards a private room, the anticipation thick in the air. With a swift motion, he locks the door behind them, the click of the latch echoing in the dimly lit space.

Their lips meet once more in a frenzy of desire, Mingyu's hands roaming hungrily over Y/N's body as he presses her against the wall. "Fuck, baby," he murmurs between kisses, his voice husky with need. "You can't stay away from me, can you?"

Y/N's breath hitches at his words, her heart pounding in her chest as she surrenders to the intoxicating heat of their passion.

"Never could," she whispers, her voice barely a breath as Mingyu's lips trail down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Their kisses grow more urgent, more fervent, as Mingyu's hands roam boldly over Y/N's body, his touch igniting a wildfire of desire within her. With a swift motion, he begins to undo the straps of her dress, his movements rough and possessive as he bares her skin to his hungry gaze.

Y/N's head spins with pleasure as Mingyu's lips find hers once more, their kisses deep and insatiable, tongues tangling in a dance of desire.

With a fierce determination in her eyes, Y/N pushes Mingyu back against the couch, her movements confident and purposeful. As she drops to her knees before him, her gaze never wavers from his, the intensity of their connection palpable in the air between them.

Mingyu watches her every move with a mixture of desire and anticipation, his breath hitching in his chest as he surrenders to the pleasure of her touch.

"You know what to do, babygirl," he says, his voice low and commanding yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. "But remember, I'm still in charge here."

Y/N meets his gaze with a smirk, her lips curving into a sensual smile as she begins to undo his pants with deliberate slowness. "Of course, Daddy," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "But tonight, let's explore a different kind of power dynamic."

As she frees his big veiny dick from the confines of his pants, Y/N leans in closer, her breath hot against his skin as she teases him with her lips and tongue. Mingyu's fingers tangle in her hair, his grip firm yet gentle as he guides her movements with an unspoken command.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Y/N takes Mingyu's length into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him in a tight embrace as she begins to explore every inch of him with her tongue.

"Fuck baby."Mingyu's breath catches in his throat as he feels the heat of her mouth engulfing him, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides her movements with a firm yet gentle touch.

As Y/N bobs her head up and down, her movements rough and eager, Mingyu can't help but let out a hiss of pleasure, the sensation of her mouth driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

With each thrust of her head, he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his arousal building to an unbearable intensity.

But Y/N isn't content to let him go so easily. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she begins to increase the pace of her movements, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive him wild with desire.

Mingyu's moans fill the air around them, his grip on her hair tightening as he surrenders to the exquisite pleasure coursing through his veins.

As Y/N takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth, Mingyu can feel the tension building within him, the need for release becoming almost overwhelming.

And just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, she pulls back, leaving him gasping for air and desperate for more.

"Open your mouth." Mingyu's voice is thick with desire as he commands Y/N to open her mouth, and without hesitation, she complies, parting her lips to receive him.

With a primal growl, Mingyu releases his climax, hot streams of his essence spilling over her lips and tongue, painting her mouth in a messy symphony of desire.

Y/N's senses are overwhelmed by the taste and texture of him, the salty sweetness of his release mingling with the heat of their passion. She closes her eyes, savoring the moment, as Mingyu's essence coats her tongue and trickles down her chin, leaving her breathless and hungry for more.

As Mingyu watches her, his chest heaving with exertion, he feels a surge of possessiveness and desire wash over him. Seeing Y/N beneath him, covered in his essence, stirs something primal within him, igniting a fire that burns hotter than ever before.

As Mingyu pulls her onto the couch and strips her naked, Y/N's body hums with anticipation, her skin tingling with the promise of pleasure to come.

She lets out a low moan as Mingyu takes one of her breasts into his mouth, his lips and tongue working magic on her sensitive flesh.

"Oh god, Mingyu," she moans, her voice filled with longing as he squeezes her other breast, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. With each touch, each kiss, she feels herself growing more and more desperate for release, her arousal reaching dizzying heights.

Mingyu's fingers trail down her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as they finally reach her clothed cunt. With a swift motion, he tears away her panties, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before him.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as Mingyu's fingers plunge into her wetness, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

She arches her back, her moans growing louder with each thrust of his fingers, as Mingyu continues to pump into her with a relentless rhythm.

"Yes, Gyu, just like that," she gasps, her voice filled with ecstasy as he drives her closer and closer to the edge.

As Mingyu's fingers work their magic inside her, Y/N feels a wave of pleasure wash over her, her body trembling with each thrust. She lets out a throaty moan as Mingyu's thumb finds her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her spiraling towards ecstasy.

"You like that, huh, you filthy little slut?" Mingyu growls, his voice dripping with desire as he drives her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N's breath hitches in her throat as she nods, unable to form words amidst the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

Mingyu's fingers move faster, rougher, their relentless rhythm driving her wild with need. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Take it all, you dirty little whore."

Y/N's moans fill the air around them, the sound echoing off the walls of the room as Mingyu's fingers continue to work their magic. She feels herself teetering on the edge of release, her body aching for release as Mingyu pushes her closer and closer to the brink.

As Mingyu's fingers plunge into her depths, Y/N feels a surge of pleasure shoot through her body, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. She arches her back, her moans filling the room as Mingyu's other hand finds her nipples, pinching them just the way she likes.

"Mingyu," she moans, her voice thick with desire as he drives her closer and closer to the edge. With each thrust of his fingers, she feels herself getting closer and closer to release, her body trembling with anticipation.

And then, with one final thrust, Mingyu pushes her over the edge, sending her tumbling into the abyss of ecstasy. Y/N cries out his name, her voice echoing off the walls of the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.

As she reaches the peak of her climax, she feels herself squirting uncontrollably, her essence spilling over Mingyu's fingers, her thighs, and his lower body. Mingyu chuckles, his own arousal evident as he watches her lose herself in the throes of passion.

"Yes, baby, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he continues to pleasure her, his fingers driving her wild with need.

And as Y/N rides the wave of her release, she knows that this is just the beginning of a night filled with pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

"Fuck baby, i need to taste you." Mingyu's words send shivers down Y/N's spine as she watches him lower himself between her trembling thighs, anticipation coursing through her veins like wildfire. With a hunger in his eyes, Mingyu leans in, his breath hot against her skin as he inches closer and closer to her center of desire.

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's lips meet her slick folds, his tongue tracing circles around her clit with tantalizing precision. She gasps, her body arching off the couch as waves of pleasure wash over her, each stroke of his tongue sending her closer and closer to the edge.

Mingyu's movements are relentless, his tongue dancing over her swollen bud with a skill that leaves her breathless. She moans, her hands tangling in his hair as she guides him, urging him to take her higher and higher.

As Mingyu delves deeper into her essence, Y/N feels herself teetering on the brink of release, her body trembling with anticipation. With one final flick of his tongue, Mingyu sends her tumbling over the edge, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the room.

Y/N's voice is filled with desperation as she begs Mingyu for more, her body trembling with need as she clings to him.

"I need you, Mingyu," she pleads, her voice thick with desire. "Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up with your hard cock."

Mingyu's eyes darken with desire as he hears her words, his own arousal reaching new heights at the thought of taking her again. "You want it rough, baby?" he growls, his voice low and husky with desire. "You want me to fuck you hard, make you scream my name?"

Y/N nods eagerly, her body burning with anticipation as Mingyu positions himself between her trembling thighs. With a primal need driving him, Mingyu plunges into her depths, his movements rough and relentless as he drives her wild with pleasure.

Y/N cries out, her voice filling the room as Mingyu takes her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless. Each thrust sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her veins, her body rocking with the force of his passion.

As Mingyu pounds into her with a hunger that borders on desperation, Y/N clings to him, her nails digging into his skin as she rides the wave of pleasure crashing over her.

"Yes, Daddy, just like that," she moans, her voice filled with ecstasy as he takes her to new heights of pleasure.

Mingyu's movements become even more primal as he thrusts into Y/N with a force that borders on savage, his hips driving forward with relentless intensity. With each powerful thrust, Y/N feels herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the raw passion of their coupling.

In a moment of unbridled desire, Mingyu leans down and spits into Y/N's mouth, the hot saliva mingling with their shared breath as she swallows it down eagerly, her eyes blazing with desire.

The taste of him fuels her arousal, igniting a fire within her that burns hotter with each passing moment.

Their bodies move together in a frenzied dance of passion, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room as they lose themselves in the throes of ecstasy. Mingyu's hands roam over Y/N's trembling form, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever it lands.

"God, you feel so good," Mingyu growls, his voice thick with desire as he pounds into her with a hunger that knows no bounds. "You're mine, Y/N. All mine."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as Mingyu's words wash over her, his possessiveness only adding fuel to the fire of their passion. She arches her back, offering herself up to him completely as he takes her with a ferocity that leaves her breathless.

As they reach the peak of their pleasure, Mingyu drives into Y/N with one final, powerful thrust, sending them both tumbling over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy.

"This is not over, you can give me more right baby." Mingyu's words send a shiver down Y/N's spine as she feels his desire burning hot against her skin.

"I can give you everything you want, Mingyu," she breathes, her voice thick with desire as she surrenders herself to him completely.

With a primal need driving him, Mingyu flips Y/N over onto her hands and knees, her body quivering with anticipation as he positions himself behind her.

As he spreads her ass to reveal her swollen cunt, Y/N's breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding with excitement at the thought of what's to come.

With slow, deliberate movements, Mingyu opens her anal hole, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She moans, her voice echoing off the walls of the room as Mingyu lines his dick up with her tight, puckered entrance.

As he pushes into her, Y/N cries out, her body tensing with the delicious sting of pleasure mixed with pain. Mingyu's movements are rough and unrelenting as he drives into her with a hunger that leaves her breathless, each thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge.

Through the haze of pleasure, Y/N can hear Mingyu's voice, low and husky with desire as he whispers words of encouragement and dominance in her ear. "You're mine, Y/N," he growls, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "All mine."

Y/N nods eagerly, her body trembling with need as Mingyu takes her to new heights of pleasure. With each thrust, she feels herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their coupling.

"Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as he fills her anal hole and plunges his fingers into her cunt, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her eyes well up with tears as her legs tremble beneath her, her senses overwhelmed by the intense sensations washing over her.

As Mingyu continues to thrust into her with a relentless hunger, Y/N can't help but cry out in ecstasy, her moans filling the room as she surrenders herself to him completely.

His fingers work her cunt with expert precision, driving her closer and closer to the edge with each passing moment.

With a primal growl, Mingyu withdraws his fingers from Y/N's cunt and delivers a sharp slap to her ass, the sting sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her body.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he delivers another punishing blow.

Y/N can only whimper in response, her body trembling with desire as Mingyu's rough touch sends her pleasure skyrocketing to new heights.

She watches him through the mirror, her makeup smudged and her eyes glazed with desire as he spits on her hole, the hot saliva sending shivers of pleasure racing down her spine.

With each thrust, Mingyu drives deeper and deeper into her, his movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment.

As Mingyu and Y/N reach the pinnacle of their pleasure, their bodies trembling with anticipation, they lock eyes in the mirror, their gazes filled with desire and longing. With one final, powerful thrust, Mingyu drives deep into Y/N's trembling body, his own release imminent.

"Fuck, Mingyu," Y/N moans, her voice thick with desire as she feels the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Her words are barely a whisper as Mingyu's relentless thrusts push her over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rides the wave of her climax.

Mingyu's own release follows soon after, his body tensing with pleasure as he spills himself deep inside her, their essences mingling in a messy, tangled embrace.

As they come down from their shared climax, Mingyu holds Y/N close, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they cling to each other desperately, their hearts pounding in unison as they savor the blissful aftermath of their shared ecstasy.

In that moment, there are no words, no thoughts, only the raw, primal connection between them as they bask in the warm glow of their love.

As the last echoes of their shared climax fade into the air, Mingyu and Y/N lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies still humming with the lingering traces of their passion. Mingyu presses a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, his heart overflowing with love for the woman who has captured his heart.

"Y/N," Mingyu whispers, his voice filled with emotion as he gazes into her eyes, "I never knew what true happiness was until I met you. You've brought light into my life, chased away the darkness, and shown me what it means to love unconditionally."

Y/N's heart swells with love as she listens to Mingyu's words, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She reaches up to cup his face in her hands, her touch gentle and reassuring as she brushes away the stray tears that glisten in his eyes.

"Mingyu," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, "you've brought so much love and warmth into my life. You've shown me what it means to be cherished, to be truly seen and understood. I love you more than words can express, and I can't imagine my life without you by my side."

Mingyu's heart skips a beat at Y/N's words, his love for her swelling within him until it threatens to burst free. He takes her hands in his, his touch tender and reverent as he gazes into her eyes with all the love in his heart.

"Y/N," he says, his voice thick with emotion, "will you do me the honor of being my partner in life? Will you stand by my side through all the joys and challenges that the future may bring? Will you be my wife?"

Tears of joy stream down Y/N's cheeks as she nods, her heart overflowing with love for the man who has captured her heart.

"Yes, Mingyu," she whispers, her voice filled with love and devotion, "I will marry you. I will stand by your side through thick and thin, through all the ups and downs of life. I love you with all my heart, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

With tears of joy streaming down their faces, Mingyu and Y/N share a tender embrace, their hearts entwined as they embark on the next chapter of their journey together.

And as they hold each other close, they know that their love will only grow stronger with each passing day, a beacon of hope and happiness in a world filled with uncertainty.

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