#jung wooyoung ateez

[skteezcursed]

❝0025❞ — j.wy.

PAIRING. jung wooyoung x fem!reader.

GENDER AND WARNINGS. smut. friends to lovers. kinda idiots in love. switch woo. switch reader. teasing. strip poker. mentions of alcohol. pet names (pretty boy, bunny, love, good girl, etc). praising. p in v. unprotected sex (please, do NOT!). oral (mostly fem receiving). creampie. kinda breast play. mostly filth, i'm sorry. lmk if i forgot anything!.

SYNOPSIS. you and wooyoung have always had a thing for each other, but never acted on it, until one day he gets tired of waiting once he notices you want him just as bad as he wants you.

RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.

WORD COUNT. 3,3k.

NOTES. english is not my first language. part of the ateezchella especial. bye ♡.

IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraying how any of the people quoted here are in real life.

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The idea that something could be so infuriating and exhilarating at the same time was confusing to say the least, but that was how you felt whenever Jung Wooyoung would look at you, the eyes that held a teasing and menacing gaze at the same time they burned to your skin as if you were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. In all truth, you were, and he was expecting to make that known to you that night as he had managed to convince you to play a game of strip poker, the drinks you had earlier not helping one bit at keeping your judgment clear. 

It’s not that you were bad at card games, no, you were amazing at them, except when you had something – or several – to drink, which was now the case. Although Wooyoung wasn’t too far behind you in being intoxicated by the alcohol, he seemed to have kept his cool, almost sober as the cards were dropped and clothes started to fill in the floor you two were in, thanking heavens that you were alone with him at the comfort of your house, at the same time trying to ignore how the pool that was forming in between your legs kept getting more annoying as the time passed and your clothes were on the floor while he still had his pants and one sock on.

  “Oh, look at that…,” the grin that took over his lips made you want nothing more than to rip it out as you groaned loudly looking at the cards he was showing, winning again. “C’mon pretty, take some piece off.”

“I fucking hate you,” his laugh reverberated through the room as he watched you take one of your socks, trying your best to push away the cold that involved you as you were only in your lingerie. Sensing the disappointing look Wooyoung sent your way, you hid your smile trying to calm your heart. “Be ready to take off some pieces next time, you are gonna lose!”

The smirk was quickly back into his lips as he picked the cards shuffling them around his hands, as you forced your eyes to not stare at them, not to imagine how good they always looked on your thigh or how flustered you always were whenever Wooyoung was bold enough to touch you a bit longer and in a daring way. The truth was, you’ve always had a thing for Wooyoung, if you were honest, how could you not? He was the perfect mix of a gentleman and a menace, but never going as far as making you uncomfortable, whenever a slight hint that you were annoyed by his antics, he would stop and apologize to you. The fact he was a touchy person didn’t help keep your feelings at bay as you grew closer. 

As the cards were thrown, you tried your best to keep your poker face and legs crossed – the latter so he wouldn’t be able to see the wet patch on your underwear. Wooyoung was already cocky enough about all the attention he got, although he got shy, you knew he enjoyed teasing the living shit out of you whenever someone would compliment him or indicate they wanted him, but curiously enough, he never gave them another second of his attention, just politely declined and kept on with whatever it was that your group was doing, also leaning closer to you, even if it was to tease how many gorgeous women and men wanted him. 

Although you wanted to deny, you loved how he would decline all the offers that came his way. You weren’t much of a jealous type, but you were definitely a possessive one, as much as you wanted to tell your brain you shouldn’t be like that towards Wooyoung. Whenever he would tease about that, you’d play it out by saying that’s how you were with all your friends, receiving a laugh from Wooyoung as you felt his hands linger on your body, sometimes he would talk back against your ear, others he would pull you closer with some excuse, and on rare occasions he would just stay like that, fingers burning on your skin as the tip of his fingers would lightly caress your exposed skin. 

“YES! Told you I’d win!” You cheer with excitement as you draw your cards laughing loudly at his pout as his eyes bore into your figure and you notice a small smirk appear on his lips before he gets up, eyeing you with that menacing glare. “No, I don’t care what you say, I’ll win the next ones too and -”

As his fingers went to the buttons of his pants, your voice stopped at once, eyes ignoring the apparent tent that was there. Once his fingers found the zipper, your eyes averted to the ground, specifically to his feet that still had one sock, which brought an inquisitive look to your face, turning into shock as his pants fell at his feet before he took them out completely kicking them somewhere along with his shirt, the sock joining it not long after, bringing your eyes to finally look up, straight into his face, as the tongue was in between his lips along with the growing grin that made you clench your thighs together. 

The movement did not go unnoticed as you saw Wooyoung’s eyebrows rise and fall before he took a few steps closer to you, noticing finally how you had your legs up to your chest cursing at yourself as you realized he probably saw the wet patch in your underwear. As he lowered himself in front of you, the maximum you would allow your eyes to wander off was up to his chest, the tattoo on his ribs finally visible for you to see, for you to touch, to –

“My eyes are up here bunny,” luckily, you only clenched your own cunt and not your legs as the pet name reached your ears, as your eyes found his predatory ones, the smirk with a slight gap between his lips, allowing you to see his tongue moving inside his mouth… God, you needed it in – “still need to go a bit further up,” his finger found your chin bringing your eyes to finally meet his and stay there. “That’s it, I like when you look at me, especially when it’s like that.”

“Fuck off,” you push his hand away and turn your legs around in front of you, still covering the growing wetness between your legs, making Wooyoung chuckle before he returns to his position, “why didn’t you take your socks off, you are supposed to only take one piece of clothing.”

“Are you complaining, love?”

You rolled your eyes as you pointed to the cards in between you two, ignoring his grin as his fingers nimbly organized the cards, ignoring how his eyes were fixed on you.

“You're scared you will lose?” 

The scoff that came from Wooyoung made you finally eye him as he finished organizing the cards. “I was planning on suggesting something for the grand finale.”

“You definitely scared to lose though, you were the idiot who took two pieces of clothing, while -”

“You would do the same if you had noticed how hard my cock is as it only got harder as I saw how wet your cunt is,” that shut you up at the same instant, the deck of cards being left on the coffee table as his eyes never left you, the smirk growing as his tongue wet his lips, sitting cross legged in front of you as his hands found his thigh, chuckling as he noticed you finally noticing his hard cock against his underwear. “Are you still gonna pretend you don’t find me attractive and that you don’t want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you?”

  “Wooyoung, look -”

“What do I have to do for you to understand I don’t see you as a friend and that I want you to be mine?” As your eyes averted from his, you could hear the movement and see it from the peripheral view, only to get his hands on your chin, making you eye him as he towered above you, trying to ignore how his hard clothed cock was inches away from you. “I never wanted to be just your friend and I sure as fuck ain’t blind not to notice how you react to me, so are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you senseless before becoming officially mine, or you still gonna be fucking brat?”

Instead of responding you palmed his clothed cock watching as his mouth opened with a gasp as you squeezed gently the length, his hands moving from your chin to caress your cheek as you smirked at each other.

“Tell me again how badly you want me, Wooyoungie.”

As you said that, both your hands moved to the waistband of his underwear, pulling slowly as you sustained eye contact with him, until you noticed that the tip of his red angry leaking cock was finally seen. Making you eye him before moving your face closer to his hip bone, leaving a tender kiss there as you slowly moved towards his cockhead, watching as it twitched slightly, his chest going up and down rapidly, making you giggle before your lips touched the tip making him groan loudly. 

  “Fuck you are gonna torture me?”

“I told you what I want, if you give it me, I’ll give it to you,” another kiss on his cockhead makes him throw his head back groaning before his hand go to the back of your head, your hair getting tangled within his fingers, “it’s a fair trade don’t you think, pretty boy?”

“Fuck I knew you were gonna be my end the day I laid eyes on you, bunny,” at that, you finally took the rest of his underwear, making his cock slap you in the face, making you giggle before holding it with one of your hands, putting just the tip inside, feeling his precum on your tongue before squeezing lightly the base of his cock. “Fuck, you are such a fucking tease, the way you’d sway your hips, how you always wear something that shows skin just to have my hands on you trying to take those fuckers who just want to fuck you away -”

“But you are one of the fuckers who want to fuck me, aren’t you Wooyoungie?”

“The difference between me and them my dear bunny, is that I can fuck you senseless and you’d still come begging for more, because you are just as desperate for my cock as I am for your cunt.”

At that he forced your head down his cock making you gag as you took him all in, tapping his thigh after a while, feeling him pull your head back and up, as his lips finally met yours. It was sloppy, desperate, lustful, it was all you both wanted and more and you felt him pulling you closer, his other hand found your waist going up your back to unclasp your bra, but never leaving your lips, not even when he felt your hardened nipples against his chest, pulling you closer to his, letting his cock press against your stomach.

You tried to put your hand in between you two, but he wouldn’t let you, keeping you firm against him as his tongue explored your mouth, God the amount of time you imagine those lips against yours, leaving wet traces until it finally found itself between your legs with your hands on his hair as he ate you out. 

“Be a good girl and sit on the couch, legs spread open,” he was as out of breath as you were, yet you complied taking off your bra first, but he stopped you as your hands went to your panties to pull them off. “Did I say something about taking these off?”

“Then how are you gonna eat me out properly?”

“Oh, my sweet bunny,” he hovered over you on the couch, the smirk forever present as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you, “I’m gonna make you scream my name in no time once I get a taste of you, and then I’ll fuck into oblivion until you beg me to stop.”

“Is that a promise?”

The doe eyes you sent him not matching the secret wish that question held, making his smirk grow as he pulled you in for another kiss, one of his hands going all the way from your waits to your knee as his other, found your breasts, pinching the hardened nipple making you moan against the kiss before he slapped it before massaging it all over again, making you whimper against his lips.

“It’s a promise since the moment I first saw you,” his lips lingering closely to your own as you felt his hand squeeze your thigh as his other moved up to your neck cupping your face pulling you in for another tender and innocent kiss before he started moving downwards, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses on your jaw and neck before reaching the valley of your breasts. “It’s a promise from the moment I saw your tits almost slipping out of one of those dresses you wore for the first night out we had as a group, where I almost had to fight a few guys who wanted what was mine.”

“I thought I wasn’t yours yet.”

“You were always mine, you just didn’t want to accept it,” his mouth fully involved your breast as his hand massaged the other, feeling the little random bites that would sure make their appearance in the morning, but you couldn’t care less as your fingers found his hair moaning every time he sucked and bit your breast, “so pretty like that and I barely touched you, I wonder how pretty you look all fucked out.”

“Why don’t you start by putting your mouth to use somewhere else?”

“Your wish is my comment, love,” he kisses you one last time before the wet trail of kisses happens all over again, slowly but surely accompanied by small bites here and there as Wooyoung makes sure to hold you down and spread your legs open as he gets closer to your clothed core. “Fuck, you are so wet, I wonder how much you can last.”

Combination of his words, eye contact, fingers gently taking the edges of your panties and the small kiss he leaves on top of your clothed aching clit, makes your hips jolt up, bringing a chuckle to Wooyoung’s mouth as he finally takes your panties of, a this line connecting your panties to your soaking core makes him curse before completely throwing your panties somewhere along with the other clothes. “Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you and make you cum on my mouth.”

Before you could say anything, his hot breath collided with your sensitive clit, a tender and contained kiss being left there as you could sense the chuckle Wooyoung left at your whimpers, reverberated through your body before your fingers found his head pulling him into your soaked cunt. His hands firmly on the back of your thigh spreading them open, your knees up to your chest as his mouth fully involved your clit, the kitty licks making you moan loudly and arch your back, feeling the small laugh he let out reverberate through your body once more.

“Woo, fuck-,” you cried as he lowered his head, his tongue at your entrance as his nose would meet your clit sending shocks of electricity and warmth through your body, “fuck, just like that Woo, fu-fuck, your ton-tongue, I can’t I-”

“Don’t you dare hold back, I wanna hear you, bunny.”

As two fingers entered you and his mouth closed on your clit sucking it, a scream left you. His fingers were quick, curling from time to time inside you making you squirm under him, as his arm could barely hold you still, but he honestly didn’t care, the sight of you shaking under him, your taste on his mouth, the feeling of your cunt clenching his fingers was sending him into overdrive and he wasn’t even inside you yet. 

The first wave hit you like a truck, the guttural sound that left your mouth followed by a scream as your fingers pulled Wooyoung’s hair was enough for him to finally let go of your wet folds. Once you felt his face away from you, your eyes met with his face glistening with your juice as he pushed his two fingers into his mouth, ravishing on your taste before pulling you in for another kiss. Your hands quickly ran down his chest to find his hard cock, before he stopped you.

“But Woo-”

“We’ll have plenty of that, unfortunately, if I don’t get inside of you right now, I’m afraid I’ll combust,” as you pulled him in for another kiss, your heels found his ass and thigh, pulling him into you, your hand finding his hard leaking cock and putting it at your entrance, making him whine against your lips as you squeezed him with your hand as to pull him closer to where both of you needed. “Fuck, I’m gonna break you, bunny.”

“You can break me as many times as you want if you are willing to put me back together.”

“God you are so perfect,” as his lips found yours with a tender and borderline innocent kiss, his cock pushed through your gummy walls making you gasp and moan against his lips before he hid his face on the crook of your neck, biting the base as he slowly entered your tight hole. “Tell me when I can move.”

A small shake of your head was all he needed before he started progressively thrust into you, his hips finding yours at a rapid pace as both your moans and grunts filled the house along with the sounds of your bodies. Wooyoung was a bit over average size, but he was girthy, so you were still getting used to his size as he fucked you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix every so often. 

His hands pulled your legs towards your chest making him hit a whole new spot inside you, making you scream at the feeling before his thumb start rubbing circles on your clit, your legs already shaking, mouth open, uncontrollable moans leaving both of you as his thrusts became sloppier, his kisses were messy and you clenched so much around him that ripped profanity after profanity from his lips. 

“Woo, I’m coming, fuck, please don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, it feels so good!”

“Cum with me, love, cum all over my cock,” as if magic, his words hitting your core sending you to combust under him, shaking and screaming as you felt your orgasm reach you, feeling his warm seeds inside you as his thrusts faltered before coming to a stop. Your legs were numb, but your arms quickly wrapped around him, your nails scratching his scalp softly as his body weight held you against the couch. “You are just as perfect as I imagined you to be.”

Your giggle came with the small kisses and love bites he left on your neck before pulling out of you and placing some distance between you two as he watched his seeds leak from your fluttering hole, a smirk on his lips before his lips met with your clit making you cry a moan.

“Wooyoung, please…!”

“Sorry love,” his face was quick to go up to yours, a kiss on your lips as you both smiled at the current situation. “So, can I ask you to be officially mine, now?”

“I was yours from the moment we met, Wooyoungie.”

“That’s my good little bunny.”

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[roomsofangel]

LOVER, PLEASE STAY. . .

chapter three

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

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wooyoung had thought he had everything figured out when he was nineteen. he thought the life he had then, he would have forever. he thought that all he wanted and all he needed was you, and it would be the same way at twenty-four. he was sure of it, sure of his feelings and sure of his future.

how naive he had been, now he was stuck. stuck with no direction, no plan, just himself and the constant feeling of things spiraling further and further out of control. he couldn't even remember how he used to be so sure, how he had felt so confident for the future, how he had the certainty that nothing would change. it was a distant memory, a different time and a different world that didn't exist anymore. the future was a mystery and a burden he didn't want.

but he couldn't say any of this to you now. he felt ashamed, as if he had fucked up everything and now he had no choice but to make it worse. he felt as if everything was doomed, and it was all his fault. it was his fault that your connection was unsalvageable, his fault that everything was over. you had every right to leave now if you desired to do so, and he understood. he just hoped if you were to go, he’d find comfort in the fact your presence was no longer being haunted and plagued with his.

"and if you go, i wanna go with you,” he remembers singing one night, his fingers whizzing across the strings of the guitar while you moved about him, dancing in his shirt. the memory was so clear in his mind, as if it had only happened last night. he could recall you and this memory with vivid clarity, as if he had just left your tiny apartment before you two agreed on living together because at the time, who would have ever thought he’d be the wreck he was today?

he recalled the way he wanted nothing more than to stay like that with you, how he desperately wanted you. the way he wished you would stay with him, and the moment would never end. he craved your presence, wanted to be close to you, and felt drawn to your every movement and gesture. he was intoxicated by the feeling, wanting more and more of you with every moment that passed.

and if you die, i wanna die with you

"do you remember when we used to go down to the beach and just… stare at the moon?” you mentioned one night as you sat outside on the curb, flicking the lighter in your hand that you used to light wooyoung’s cigarette for him. the warm summer nights and the soft sand were always a comfort. the vast expanse of the moon as you lay on the beach, and the gentle waves of the ocean were all soothing elements that you dearly missed.

wooyoung hummed first in response, “i do.” he said it quietly, so quiet you almost couldn’t hear him. “i always do.” the words seemed like an echo of the past, as if he was still the same person from those warm summer nights. the moon was still beautiful, and his humming was still comforting. but somehow, it felt different. everything felt off, like you were in a dream or this was a memory.

you amused, reminiscing more as you brought up one of your favorite memories. “you remember how you tripped into the water because you tried getting a seashell for me?” your laughter was music to his ears, and he couldn't help but grin. the way you laughed was contagious, and the memory brought back fond memories of times when everything was simpler and the future hadn't yet been tainted. the warm summer breeze and the sound of the waves were all nostalgic reminders of that time.

wooyoung whispered with a smile trying not to form as he focused his sight ahead. “yeah... i do...” the memory brought a smile to his face, but it was tinged with sadness as well. “and how you were freaking out getting me a towel because you didn’t want me sick.” he chuckled, remembering that frantic moment. the moment stuck with him even after all this time.

“and then... we got back to our apartment.” you whispered, glancing towards him as you watched how the cigarette smoke left his lips. some even exhaling through his nose, making him resemble a dragon. it was amusing, though bittersweet in light of the situation, and it made you smile despite the serious talk that came afterwards. “you said something that night...?” you asked quietly, wanting to hear the answer one more time before you had to let go.

but, wooyoung didn't seem as eager to speak as before. he avoided your gaze as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. “uh... yeah...” he finally acknowledged, the words spoken in a low, timid tone. he was clearly uncomfortable, and you didn't know why. it seemed as if the memory itself was painful for him.

he met your gaze, his eyes saying more than he has ever said verbally these past few months. his eyes were full of unsaid things, like a book waiting to be read, and you were desperate to know what he was thinking. "do you remember?" he finally spoke, as if he was asking for something. It was obvious something was wrong, that he was holding onto something. he was holding onto more than just the past, he had something he wanted to tell you.

he held your gaze still as he waited for your response, his eyes pleading with you. you knew he was about to tell you something he had kept quiet for such a long time. the tension was palpable, and you were ready to hear what he was going to say. "do you remember?" he repeated his question, and this time his voice was more resolute. he was going to say what he'd been holding in for months.

and then he finally said it. the words were spoken with conviction, with no hesitation or reluctance this time. it was as if he had made up his mind about saying it, no matter the consequences. "i told you that i loved you that night," he said flatly, as if he was trying his best to be blunt. he didn't want to dance around the topic or make it more complicated than it was. he just wanted you to hear it.

you whispered quietly, "and i told you that i loved you, too." the moment was silent after that, as if everything else had ceased to exist but the two of you. you had both admitted how you felt, and now you were waiting for a reaction, a response. it was like the air was stilled and time had stopped just for the two of you, as if the world was waiting to hear what would happen next.

after what seemed like an eternity of silence, wooyoung stirred. his gaze shifted to you before looking back ahead. his expression was still unreadable, but you could see something pass over his face. was it relief? was he happy? was he ashamed? you needed to know, you needed some sort of answer. "you really meant it," he said quietly, as if he couldn't bring himself to believe it.

you could feel him searching your face with his eyes, searching for any sign that you were just saying it to appease him, anything that suggested you hadn't meant it when you said it. "you really meant it, didn't you?" he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. he could not believe that you had meant those words, that you truly felt the same way. he had ruined everything, and he couldn't understand how you were still there, still beside him.

but you weren't saying them to appease him, you weren't saying them as if they were hollow gestures. you meant them, every single word of them. "i meant them," you answered, though you were surprised at how soft your voice had been. it sounded so different from the strong, determined voice he knew. was that regret and shame you heard in your own words? did you regret admitting your love? did you regret having given it away?

wooyoung was still staring at you, staring at your face as if searching for something within you. he wanted to see if you meant it, if you still meant it after everything. "is that how you feel still? do you..." he started to say, but his voice caught before he could finish. his gaze shifted from your face to something that was out of your sight before he shook his head. "no—, it doesn't matter. just please tell me, do you still feel the same way?”

wooyoung’s voice was still tinged with disbelief as he asked you if you still felt the same way. his tone was uncertain, full of doubt. he was afraid of the answer, of what you may say. the thought of you no longer feeling the same way terrified him, because he knew that he might have screwed up everything too much for it to be fixed.

"i never stopped," you replied quietly. and it was true, you had not. even when you were angry, frustrated, and hurt, you never stopped loving him. your love was stubborn and resilient, and it had endured everything. it had endured the arguments and fights, the harsh words and bitter silences, all of the times your love felt unwanted.

because you knew, deep down, you’d love wooyoung until he told you not to.

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[teeskz]

“i’m just bein’ curious.”

• synopsis: in which your friend wooyoung invites you over for a movie night. (MDI!!)

• warnings: pervy!wooyoung, fingering, reader has naturally sensitive clit, overstimulation

• wc: 0.5k

» wooyoung! who asks you to come over and watch a movie, you know, just as friends.

» wooyoung! who forces you to sit next to him on the couch instead of your usual chair, just because he hasn’t seen you for a while.

» wooyoung! who, as you’re busy engrossed in the film, looks down at your plush thighs just out and exposed due to your scandalous, silk shorts. he thinks you’re fucking stupid for wearing them on a cold day like this.

» wooyoung! who ever so innocently stretches his arm around your waist, then proceeds to pull you closer to him.

» wooyoung! who chastises you for such an outfit, begins patting at your bare flesh, making you stammer out in embarrassment. he loves watching you get all flustered from his scolding.

» wooyoung! who, after focusing back on the movie, starts to wonder about the kind of underwear you're wearing, then curiously drops his hand closer to between your legs.

» wooyoung! who truly gets off on your sheepish nature, watching as you try to stutter out a response of how wrong this is. disregarding that, he tries to pass off the action as, “i’m just bein’ curious. don’t pay me any attention.”

» wooyoung! who finds it incredibly amusing how you attempt to do so, zeroing in on the TV, but doesn’t miss the way your breathing turns irregular; he’d rested his hand on top of your clothed cunt.

» wooyoung! who gently scoots the fabric off to the side, nearly creams himself, holy fuck, when he reveals your bare pussy being illuminated by the screen. he gapes down at you then to your face, “can i see a little bit more?”

» wooyoung! who, when you agree, uses two fingers to first get a good grip on your thick skin before leisurely spreading your cunt apart. how is it that he already sees wet strings connecting from each side of your walls? and god does it make you shiver.

» wooyoung! who doesn’t waste a second running a warm finger up and down the length of your pussy, finally gives into his own temptations. “y-you were supposed to just look.” you counter when he starts to circle your clit. it’s so sensitive you have to physically restrain yourself from cumming.

» wooyoung! who lets out a deep sigh when he sees your pussy lips wrapping around his sticky finger, “well- how am i supposed to do that when i got this needy thing in front of me?”

» wooyoung! who’s cock is throbbing to the point of pain, orders you to rub him, “it’s too much.” you whine, dropping your head back onto the cushion. you could feel every, single movement happening below; from wooyoung’s fingers to the friction of the couch, and it really was too much.

» wooyoung! who huffs out a, “fine”, unplunges his fingers, “fine, you wanna act like that?”

» wooyoung! who grabs your arm and tugs you onto his lap, with you facing the screen, and widens your legs. you’re babbling incoherent nonsense, little bucks of your hip grinding against the air, “go back to watching the movie.” he spits.

» wooyoung! who forces you to do just that, with him fucking your cunt relentlessly for the duration of the film until you came over and over and over again.

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[jaehunnyy]

Fight club

Genre: enemies-to-lovers, brother's best friend!au, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive

Word count: 3.4k

Pairing: boxing-manager!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions and a few descriptions of fights, fighting settings, mentions of blood, hits, rude people, swear words, mentions of making out, pet names, kisses, allusions to some lines from the actual movie Fight Club and to Bouncy lyrics, possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @cromerteez, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @heesnovia

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

The white, wadded clouds were threatening to cover the ground in sad tears of rain as you were wandering around the strange city you were in, all because of his love for traveling. Your car's engine decided to give up in the middle of the street and there you were, looking for anything that would serve as a roof under your head for the night, until he gave you a sign. Suddenly, your eyes started to beam as you saw a rundown ‘Mtel’ sign, written in red neon lights (one letter obviously missing), one that happened to have a car service on the first floor. You ran there as fast as you could, fearing that it was gonna close or something; and as soon as you got in front of it, you started to wonder if you were in the right place. Two guys were trying to make their parrot talk or something, a few french keys and other tools scattered around the floor as they seemed to be occupied with their pet.

"Uhm… hello?" you dared to talk and get their attention, having two pairs of eyes analyzing you. "My car broke down… and you seem to work with these things so… mind helping me?"

The look they gave each other really had you confused—they were almost surprised with your request.

"Okay, I see how it i—"

"No! We can help, of course. We just… wondered how many other cars we have to repair, you know?" The taller one said, not-so-gently nudging the other one as if he wanted him to support his words.

The younger one jumped a little, smiling weakly as he nodded. "We got it!"

You still couldn't figure if they were honest or not, but you just went with it and let them handle your car as you went to the receptionist to book a room.

The morning came with fast steps as you woke up due to some noisy sounds from outside, disturbing your already not-so-great sleep. You yawned and looked outside the window, seeing how the two mysterious guys were carrying things in their garage. They were getting more and more suspicious, so you grabbed your jacket and went downstairs to see the process. Your car seemed to be intact, they actually put some effort into changing the color of it too into a matte one, which you weren't opposing to at all.

"Is it done yet?"

They looked at you, both trying to cover the car as much as they could as you were approaching it.

"No! Don't touch it! Go eat and then you can come see it." the one with the purple highlights said once again. "Oh, and we're Jongho and Yunho, by the way." He said, a gummy smile taking over his face as you nodded softly and introduced yourself.

As soon as you left the room, they sighed.

"We're screwed. We are supposed to be undercover policemen, not mechanical engineers!" Jongho scolded Yunho, as the oldest sighed softly.

"Then go and tell her this! I actually think we even did a great job… Even our parrot agrees."

"We'll see about that. And let’s hope she doesn’t call the police on us!"

Said and done. You came from the little diner, looking at your now covered car. It seemed promising.

"Tadaaaaa! Here is your car, fresh and new." Yunho said, taking the sheet off of your shiny car.

"Thank you so much guys! Money won't thank you enough for that." you went and excitedly opened the car's door, only for something heavy to drag you down slowly—it was the car's door.

"...I guess no money for us," Jongho said, head down in shame as he couldn't look you in the eyes. "I told you, stupid."

You were still in shock as the door was now standing on the ground, looking at the two boys. "Mind telling me what’s this about?"

"This… is not our job, Y/n, we're sorry for lying to you." Yunho said, trying to reach for you but you went outside, leaving them to wallow in self pity.

This was all because of your stupid companion, one that wasn’t even accompanying you right now, when you needed him the most. You threw your hair back in frustration, going around the busy streets you didn’t even know. It kept getting darker, and the few houses you saw were not giving you any comfort. You were in trouble, in a run down neighborhood you wouldn't even dream of. A blue-haired guy showed up at some point, and as crazy as you must have looked, you followed him into an alley. When you saw him suspiciously entering a back door; you rushed inside just before it could close. The inside was lit by some yellow lights and you swore you could hear loud cheers coming from the basement. You went to the first door you saw and opened it, forgetting about the personal space for just a while, until you saw a long-haired brunette surrounded by money. Oh, and having a rolled-up bill between his teeth. If you weren't in need of help, you would exit the door as fast as you entered it. Feeling that someone was staring at him, he looked in your direction and raised an eyebrow when he saw your unfamiliar face, putting the money in the bag and hiding it under his desk as fast as he could.

"Robbery?" he asked, eyes continuously on the money bag you were amazed of.

"Listen, dude. I'm lost in this hell of a district, my car is screwed by two liars and I just want to find a way back and go home. My last intention is to rob you."

He wore an unfazed look on his face, almost like he didn't understand a thing of what you said; he was getting on your nerves more.

"Also, what kind of people ask someone if they are gonna rob them? And how the fuck do you have so much money?"

He smirked as soon as you mentioned the money—if you looked close enough, you could almost see the dollar signs in his eyes.

"If you wanna know how, I can show you right now. Follow me."

What did you have to lose? You were already lost in your thoughts, you didn't have the energy to say no—so you followed him. As soon as you got inside the room, you noticed the pleasing decorum, but also the fighting ring in the middle of it. And after you took some time to look around and take in the new surrounding, your eyes met his.

"Sa—"

Before you could even finish anything, he was on the floor, mouth full of blood as your eyes widened, wondering what the fuck he was doing there—the one who made you get lost, the one who brought you there. Before you could speak again, you saw the money guy hurry in San's direction, as he got seated on a chair, an exhausted and hurt look on his face.

"What the fuck got you that distracted? You literally let him hit you!"

"Wooyoung… her… protect her…" he raised his hand weakly, finger pointing to you.

"Ha? Her? You know the mysterious I got lost girl?"

"That girl is my sister, Wooyoung!"

Oh.

"Shhh, calm down. Don't waste your energy. C'mon, drink a bit of water, and go back on the ring." he said, splashing half of the water bottle on your brother's face while trying to look unaffected. I didn't sign up for this, he thought, though there was nothing he could have done—they really needed the money.

The cheers only got louder when San returned to the ring, while you tried to make your way in the crowd, squinting your eyes to see something between the pink hair strands of a tall man in front of you.

"You stole my place." you turned back to face a built man, anger visible on his face as you blocked his view—and stole his place.

Words got stuck in your throat as you swallowed the lump inside of it, anger getting over your senses. "What did you just say?"

"I said that you stole my place and that I expect you to go back!" he raised his voice more and your eyes shut together, your fist ready to throw a punch, before you felt a strong arm dragging you behind them—the brunette again.

“She’s with me." he growled, dragging you next to him as you were worriedly looking at your brother. "You're going to have to win double the amount of money for this, San." he mumbled.

Another hit on the ring and he was completely out of it, the three seconds passing and the bells letting the public know who the winner was—and much to his friend's disappointment, it wasn't San.

"No way. No way this is happening. He lost because of you!" he pointed at you, hitting his chair with his foot until it fell down.

You were already overwhelmed by everything you witnessed, tears beaming at the corners of your eyes as your brother came to the two of you.

"Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go, Wooyoung! For once!" he said, tiredness audible in his voice as his breath was hitched and slow.

"That's my job, San. And you were supposed to help me, help us." All Wooyoung could do after this was frown, before he left the building to go get some air.

You looked at your brother and dragged him somewhere far from the looks of the curious ones, hitting his chest slightly.

"What the fuck are you doing here, San? Is this the traveling you loved? Is that what our parents would have wanted you to become?"

He looked down, avoiding your stare as he couldn't look at you.

"Why didn't you tell me you needed money?! I would have gotten a job to help you!"

That's when his eyes met yours, finally hearing his voice in the two days you've been separated.

"The first rule of Fight Club…" he started, his gaze becoming stern: "… is you don’t talk about Fight Club.”

He genuinely annoyed you.

"And what are you doing here in the first place?"

"I was trying to find a way to cope with everything that happened after my brother left me so he could go fight some random people."

Auch. That hurt worse than a kick, he sighed.

"I'm sorry, Y/n… C'mon, you can stay with me from now on."

You didn't want to give in, you couldn’t imagine yourself having to stand Wooyoung's tantrums, yet it was better than wandering alone in an unknown city—so, you did what you thought was right and listened to your brother. And maybe staying so much with him (and his friend you won't talk about), watching his matches, that might have opened new horizons for you. You were now having dinner with them, clearing your voice before letting it be heard.

"You know… I wanna join the Fight Club too." you said softly, waiting for any sort of reaction from them; and there were two different ones—Wooyoung's eyes lit up immediately as he saw more money coming his way, whilst San was looking terrified.

"No."

"Yes!"

They said in unison, glaring at each other.

"I'm not letting her join this, it's dangerous, Woo!"

Wooyoung seemed to absolutely ignore the boy as he smiled at you, the first time you have seen him smiling outside of matches San won.

"I will help you become the best fighter out here. We're starting tomorrow!"

All you could do was smile excitedly as San face-palmed himself.

Said and done. You were already one month into practicing, and Wooyoung kept on finding matches for you, the next one being in two days. You were inside the little space he claimed as your training room, punching the innocent punching bag as you heard the door behind you. You thought it was Wooyoung and smirked, turning to face him and kicking, only for your fist to stop right in front of your brother's face.

"Oh… hey San." you smiled innocently whilst all he could do was sigh.

"If you don't get along with Wooyoung, why do you keep on doing this? I didn't even agree!"

You looked at him, deciding to ignore the judging look he threw your way. "I think I am capable of making my own decisions and I sure as hell don’t need my brother to make them for me."

"Do you think our parents would be proud that their daughter chose this path?"

This time, you snapped.

"Maybe you should have thought about this before choosing it first. You are my only role model, San, what do you expect from me?"

"I'm sorry, babes. If that's what you really want… I promise I will support you. But please take care." he said, arm wrapping around your waist as he dragged you into a hug. You hugged him back, the nice feeling of longing surrounding you—before a fake cough snapped you out of it.

"Sorry to interrupt your brother-sister moment, but you're distracting her."

"So now I can't spend time with my sister?"

"Not when she has a match coming. Also, she's getting as good as you. I won the lottery with you, guys."

You smiled at his praise, though he seemed to have something else in mind.

"I didn't like you at first, you know?" he said, looking directly into your eyes.

"I know, it was mutual." you said, a cheeky grin taking over your face as you waited for his response.

"Don't get too excited, I still don't like you. But I like the money you bring." he winked, watching as San's eyes darkened.

"Wooyoung," he growled, "if you think I'd let you talk to my sister like this, you're wrong. We're not your fucking bank!"

Wooyoung flinched a bit at his friend's words, pulling his glasses on his nose and trying to act unaffected when, in fact, he wasn't. Since you joined, he found himself thinking if he was doing the right thing, if you two thought he used you for money—which San kinda confirmed; but he couldn't let these emotions take over him, so he did what he thought was best—left.

He left and you two didn't see him again. Match time was right there and he was nowhere to be seen; and as much as you wanted to lie and act indifferent about it, you kinda missed his antics, his nag, perhaps you missed him. This was maybe, the reason why as soon as you stepped into the ring, you started to have an uneasy feeling. He wasn't there to support you, to hype you up, and it left you with a bitter taste. Despite this feeling, you still tried your best. Tried to avoid your rival's hits, tried hitting more, and you actually thought you were gonna win. That was until you spotted the pair of ebony-like eyes you waited for, being the last thing you saw before everything turned black.

That wasn't the sight Wooyoung expected to be welcomed with. He forgot about the two police officers behind him, running straight to the ring and following San who jumped inside immediately.

"Stop hitting her! Stop fucking hitting, she passed out!" he shouted, shoving the person off you, just to discover it was exactly the reason why the cops were there.

"Yunho, Jongho, it's him!"

Before he could do anything, San pushed both of them and took you in his arms, running to the infirmary as fast as he could. Yunho and Jongho were fast to catch the guy before he could run away, whilst Wooyoung was quick to follow San, who let you on the bed while waiting for the nurse.

"San!" he said, catching his breath as the eyes of the older one sent ice arrows down his spine.

"Don't you dare get closer to us! She was your responsibility Wooyoung, you were supposed to take care of her!" he said, hands on Wooyoung's shirt as he shaked the younger.

"I know San, I fucking know I fucked up! But her rival… he was following you San, I had to let Jongho and Yunho know that you were in danger… I wanted to protect you two…"

"I don't care about myself, Wooyoung. I only care about her and you failed. You failed us and our trust as well."

Maybe it took some harsh words for Wooyoung to realise that he put you in danger, and that he actually cared about you. About his friend, and unexpectedly, about his friend's sister as well.

"San… I'm sorry, please give me one more chance! I'll be more careful and—"

"She's out of this, Wooyoung. We are out of your damn Fight Club."

Wooyoung looked down, tears beaming at the corners of his eyes as he couldn't blame you. He just wanted to get closer with you, heck, he might have been attracted to you all this time—yet look where ignoring his emotions took him.

"You have my number if you change your mind, San."

And with this, he turned in the opposite direction, preparing to leave again. He wanted to be there when you wake up, he was aware that he distracted you when he came in way too late to your match. He wanted to hold your hand and start being there for you, but San was right. He didn't deserve none of you. His wish for money made him realise what he was truly lacking—love.

"San," you whispered, your weak voice being heard by both boys in the room: "San, you were too harsh… He wanted to protect you…"

Wooyoung's heart swelled a bit at your words, ignoring San's warning and sitting on the bed next to you. Right when your brother wanted to tell him to leave, his best friend was faster.

"I'm sorry I was late to your match, Y/n. I wish I was there for you."

"It's okay, Wooyoung. I wish I did better."

"No, Y/n! I'm proud of you nonetheless. You two are already the best for me."

Seeing Wooyoung hug you made San's anger dissipate into the void, joining as one hand caressed your hair and the other one patted his friend's back softly.

Your bond became even stronger after that day. While you met their friends (the ones who screwed your car) and realised how nice they actually were, your feelings for Wooyoung also grew stronger. You thought it was the same for him. The way his hand would softly brush yours, the random forehead and cheek kisses you were given, they had to mean something. And there you were now, plopped on a blanket as the night sky was shining above you.

"Isn't it pretty?" you asked him, looking at his flawless face and brushing his long hair with your fingers.

"It would have been even prettier if I watched it with my girlfriend."

Your heart remained still.

"Your girlfriend…? Do you have one?"

"Not yet, but I am about to. I know it's been quite of a long ride for us, but I'm deeply in love with you. And I know you feel the same, Yunho told me."

You looked at him flabbergasted, hands stopping on their track as he dragged you on top of him. You didn't know if you should be mad at Yunho, or glad that he eased the situation.

"Pfft, do you really believe Yunho? What if he lied?" you teased, grabbing his cheek softly as he looked at your lips.

"Well, let me figure it out." he said, before his soft lips met yours.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, smiling a bit when his nose brushed your own.

"Thank you for making me realise that love is more powerful than money, babe." he whispered, "I'm still going to be San's manager. And you are going to help me."

You nodded, pressing a kiss on his chin as you laid your head on his chest.

San's next match was going to be interesting. Ten minutes before it started, yet nor you or Wooyoung were anywhere to be found. He was searching for you with a water bottle in his hand, tank top tight on his chest as his muscles flexed under it.

"Wooyoung? Y/n? Where the fuck are you?"

As he stepped further into the darkened hallway, he heard your giggles and sighed—he was already growing tired of how big of a menace you were as a couple.

"For God's sake, can you stop making out and come watch me? I have a match to win!"

You and Wooyoung could only laugh harder as your brother sighed for the nth time that day, but it soon became a chorus of joyful giggles as he joined you two.

"We're coming!"

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[bro-atz]

freesia [flower garden — wooyoung]

inspired by: stranger than friends — webtoon

in which: all wooyoung wants is someone to love him.

pair: college student!wooyoung/gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: fluff, childish and immature (but trustworthy) wooyoung, a lot of drunk wooyoung, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of swearing

rating: PG/PG-13 | safe for work!

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"I'm so over this! I hate love!"

"Jung Wooyoung, I swear to God—"

"No, Kang Yeosang, you don't understand! I am tired! I am tired of being alone! I'm tired of seeing the four of you dating and having the time of your lives while me? Wither poor fucking Wooyoung," a very drunk Wooyoung exclaimed at the top of his lungs.

"I think you're going to have a hard time because of, well, this," San pointed out— he thought he was being helpful, but he most certainly was not.

"Shut the fuck up, Choi San," the drunken boy mumbled before taking a giant swig from the shared vodka bottle sitting in the middle of the group.

"Sure, because none of us wanted more vodka," Yunho grimaced.

Wooyoung shot the boy a stink eye before falling to the ground. He was fine— he was just being dramatic and falling to the ground like a damsel in distress. The boys knew this routine of his at this point, and instead of console him like the had done countless times in the past, they just ignored him.

"Seriously, Wooyoung. I didn't find my significant other by acting like this," Mingi said with a gentle sigh. "You gotta change this attitude of yours."

"What attitude?"

"This one! This childish and immature ass of yours!" Yeosang blew up; he was honestly extremely tired of hearing Wooyoung sing the same fucking song over and over again for however long they had been friends.

"What, so I should act like fucking Mr. Prim-and-Proper over here? Or like Mr. Humble-Gentleman over there? I'm not a fucking flower boy," Wooyoung frowned as he pointed to Yunho and San respectively.

"No, you don't have to change who you are, but you could maybe try not acting like a spoiled brat and more like a grown adult," Yunho explained.

"But I'm not a grown adult. I'm a college student. We all are college students. You guys need to act your age."

Then, Wooyoung launched into one of his long rants, making the other four boys officially give up for the night. Talking to a drunk Wooyoung was like talking to an annoying, drunk wall. They just let him burn himself out and continued drinking peacefully amongst each other the second Wooyoung passed out for the night.

The next morning, Wooyoung woke up with the most insane hangover— he had never had a hangover before, so he was honestly shocked and scared.

"I'm gettin' too old for this crud," he started that morning as he plopped himself in the barstool near the kitchen.

"Shut the fuck up. You're a college student," Yunho, who was the first one up that morning, retorted while making his morning coffee. "But you could ease up on the alcohol."

"Gee, you think?"

"Anyway," Yunho side-stepped Wooyoung's heavy sarcasm. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Of course I do," Wooyoung said without a hint of sarcasm this time around. "I always remember. I may be drunk, but I'm still mentally there."

"Right. Well, consider it. If you seriously want to be in a relationship, then not acting like a kid may help. People like more mature and serious guys."

"As if you know dating culture so well," Wooyoung scoffed.

"Mmm, considering I've been dating my significant other for five years, I'd say that I know how dating and relationships work by now. More than you for sure."

Wooyoung glared at the tall boy as he smiled smugly at him before heading out of the kitchen to start his day. Checking the time, Wooyoung grumbled to himself as he got himself ready for class. As much as he would love to skip the class he had, it was a lab, and he didn't want to screw over his lab partner. He might've been childish and immature, but you could always trust him to be there at least.

And thankfully for him and his blinding headache, this lab was a darkfield microscopy, which meant that the entire lab was going to be dark. Right before class, he popped a couple of painkillers and stepped into the room to see that they were assigned new lab partners. At first, Wooyoung was resentful because his lab partner was the literal best in dealing with him and his shenanigans, but the second Wooyoung saw who his partner was, he was thanking all the immortal entities in the universe.

He thought it could've been his drunk mind, but you were the most stunning person he had ever met. You were gorgeous with your hair tucked back, and even with the lab goggles on, you had the most beautiful eyes that Wooyoung could spot from miles away. Every single thing you did was so elegant and so graceful, and even though all you were doing was dropping blood onto the slide, it was the most magical thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

What he loved even more was that you would play into his antics. The lab was pretty quiet, so Wooyoung would whisper random jokes here and there to you, and you would respond with the most beautiful chuckle that made his heart swoon over and over and over again. Wooyoung was smitten, obsessed, and dare he say it—

"I'm in love!" Wooyoung cheered at the top of his lungs.

It was boys night again, and this time, Wooyoung was drunk, but he was happy.

"You're weirding me out, lowkey," San watched Wooyoung with wary eyes as he twirled around the dorm.

"San, you don't understand," Wooyoung sighed blissfully. "My lab partner is just... God, my lab partner is perfect. Also! Also, their name!"

He repeated your name, the syllables rolling off his tongue smoothly, your name leaving his lips like a knife cutting through warm butter. And for the rest of the night, that's all he could do. He just kept saying the name of the person he was completely in love with, pissing off his friends in a new way.

Alas, the lab had to end, and Wooyoung feared that you would never speak to him again. You had shared a microscope for a solid two weeks, but neither of you thought to ask to exchange phone numbers. Wooyoung wanted to, don't get him wrong, but every time he thought about doing it, he would chicken out because his heart would be racing at a million miles an hour, and he didn't want you to reject him or for him to have a heart attack just because he was going to ask someone out.

"You just need to ask. It's so simple," Mingi tried helping Wooyoung before he had to go to class.

"Wow, it's as if I didn't consider doing that. Thanks," Wooyoung, using his signature sarcasm, replied.

"Just rip the bandaid off, dude. I don't know what else to tell you. If they reject you, then you just move on. If not, then hooray, your efforts paid off."

"Also, you usually have no shame screaming at the top of your lungs while we're out in public drinking, so why are you finding it so hard to ask someone out?" Yeosang asked.

"Are you saying I should drink then ask them out?"

"No!" both boys chorused at the same time.

"Fucking— Just be yourself, Wooyoung," Yeosang said with a deep sigh. "Just give them a fucking flower and tell them you like them with a dumb joke that you usually make."

"But, I thought you told me I should change? That I should be more mature because people don't like childish, immature guys."

"Don't make me punch you. Get the fuck out, go to class, and for the love of God, just ask."

With Yeosang's words in mind, Wooyoung did exactly that. He was confident and outgoing, so asking you out shouldn't have been as big of a task as he was making it. So, he summoned up all of the courage within him, and he vowed to himself to do it that day.

"Wait! Wait," Wooyoung stopped you after class one day. "I... I want to ask you something."

"What's up?"

"So... Oh my fucking God, I don't know how to say this," Wooyoung muttered to himself, unaware that you could hear him. "Why the fuck is it so hard for me to tell you I like you?"

"I like you too, Wooyoung," you helped him out.

"Oh fuck, you heard that?" Wooyoung covered his mouth, his face turning bright red. "I'm going to jump out the window I'm so embarrassed!"

"Oh my God, Wooyoung! I said I like you too! You don't need to do that!" you couldn't help but laugh when Wooyoung actually turned to look for the nearest window to fling himself out of.

"W-Wait... You like me too?"

"Yeah, I do," you shot him the cutest smile that made him clutch his chest and nearly fall over. "I just didn't want to say anything because... Well, I was unsure because you seem to be like this around everyone, and—"

"No! I'm glad that... That you like me too... And I was wondering..." Wooyoung started mumbling again, his nerves taking over once more despite knowing that his feelings were mutual.

"Here's my phone. Give me your number," you stepped in again, making him wonder if you were reading his mind or if he was talking loud enough under his breath or if you were his freaking soulmate.

Wooyoung's fingers trembled as he typed in his phone number and handed your phone back to you.

"I'll text you," you said, that beautiful smile of yours only getting bigger, your face only getting more sparkly. "Maybe you'll find better words over text."

God, Wooyoung was ready to fall over when you giggled and waved good bye to him, the lovestruck boy motionless in the classroom as he watched the actual love of his life glide out of the room.

"I'm so in love! I love love!"

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networks: @atzhouse @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @newworldnet @wonderlandnet

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[ro-written]

Me Gustas Tu - J.W

Tags/Warnings: Fluff; Nothing really, gn!reader, very little rereading cause that’s my brand now

Word Count: 1.1k

Song Inspo: “Me Gustas Tu” by Manu Chao

Jung Wooyoung likes a lot of things.

He likes the color black. He enjoys the simplicity of it. Appreciates the way he can dress it with anything and can find familiarity within it. It’s a quiet color. The color he comes back to at the end of the day in his bedroom. One that helps calm him and rest his mind after a flashy, long, overwhelming day. It’s the color that surrounds him and allows him to be himself. 

He likes seeing you sleep peacefully under his black comforter in his room. When he comes back at the end of the day and you’ve already made a home in his bed. Even in the darkness of the muted color, you brighten the place immediately with your presence. He wouldn’t consider himself a romantic, too realistic and practical in his thoughts to even entertain the idea. But when you give him that tired smile and dig yourself into him when he finally gets under the covers? When you murmur lowly, still half-asleep, about how much you missed him and how warm he feels? Well, he feels like he could write volumes of poetry.

He likes clothes. He adores the way he can express himself through what he wears. Clothes make him feel safe, make him feel like himself. He likes piecing things together that people may not have considered, and end up shocked when they see how well it matches. Clothes make him feel confident. Can completely shift his attitude one way or another. Make or break his entire mood. A good outfit can define his entire day. 

He likes seeing you in his clothes. Particularly this one black hoodie he has. It’s oversized, even on him, stretched out from years of use. But goddammit, he just can’t get over how comfortable it is, even after all this time. Can’t bring himself to get rid of it. And seeing you in it? When you leave your fragrance on it for him after having “borrowed” it for a few days? When you send pictures to him, wearing it while he’s away on tour? He thinks it has to be his favorite piece of clothing.

He likes gaming. It’s one of his favorite stress relievers. Being able to come home and hop on a game, not think about anything else besides beating this one goddamn level. Losing himself in the storyline of Assassin's Creed and mindlessly doing quests that he’s done at least five times before. Others may find it repetitive; He can’t begin to count how many times Yunho has given him a funny look for playing the same story again. But he enjoys it all the same.

He likes when you play with him. When you get excited playing FIFA against each other. He pretends to get huffy when you beat him (even though he couldn’t deny the flutter in his heart and the gentle smile playing at his lips while watching you celebrate.) He likes to teach you how to play a new game. He can sit even closer to you and help guide your fingers over the controls. You know exactly what he’s doing, and when you poke at his cheek to call him out, all he has to defend himself is an eye roll, and I just want to make sure it’s an even playing field, love. He didn’t even mind when you simply sat near him to watch him play. He enjoyed your presence, knowing that you simply wanted to just spend time with him. Maybe you were talking to him about the game, or maybe you were talking about your day. Maybe neither of you was talking about anything, the orchestral music of the game filling the air. He didn’t care. He had you.

He likes cooking. It allows him to learn new recipes, and explore different parts of the globe right in his kitchen. He can focus on a recipe, the rest of the world fading away from purview. Similar to his clothes, he likes making the food aesthetically pleasing too.  He enjoys the chaos right before the calm of being able to enjoy his creation. He likes how he can mix various items to create a tasteful dish. Being able to say that he created something of his own.

He likes cooking for you. He likes seeing the way your eyes gleam and the wide smile you offer as he sets your favorite food in front of you. And yes, he learned and mastered the perfect recipe for it. His heart pounds in his chest whenever he asks you to try a new dish, awaiting your honest answer. And you do answer honestly, something he appreciates every time. 

He likes dancing. It gives him a way to express himself, aside from his clothes. Where words fail, he communicates through movements. He can let his body move on its own accord, responding to the beats and melodies in the songs in its own way. Actions speak louder than words, and when he’s dancing he feels like he can recite his own Shakespearian play to the world.

He likes dancing with you. Being able to put on a record and taking your hand in his, grinning as you bashfully lean into him, allowing him to lead you around the room. He likes to press his face near your ear to hum along to the song, swaying you side to side and gently guiding your feet. He likes hearing you laugh a little at the corniness of it, but melting into his body nonetheless. He even likes dancing for you. When you stay with him at the studio and just watch as he shows you a new routine he’s putting together. And when he finishes he can see the starry look you have in your eyes.

There were times when his feelings felt conflicted. Moments where he had to debate if he actually liked something or if he simply wanted to like it. 

One thing was for certain though.

Jung Wooyoung likes you. He likes your patience with him. He likes your smile. He likes the way you make these small faces at something when you were focused on a task. He likes the way you bite at your nail when you get lost in thought. He likes the way your eyebrow quirks when you want to react to something. He likes when you poke his dimples when he smiles at you. He likes that you can effortlessly get him to laugh - really laugh. A laugh that reverberates in his chest. And god, does he like the feeling he gets just being around you. A feeling that warms his whole body, that leaves subtle tingles under his skin. 

One thing for certain?

He loves you.

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[his-angell]

Savior. (j.wy)

plot; After going out at 3am to grab a snack from a near by convenience store, you found yourself being followed. Heading to a different store on a busier street, you hope that someone there could save you. Thank god he was there to protect you.

paring; non!idol!Jung Wooyoung x fem!reader

genre; angst, comfort

word count; 1.9k

warnings; being followed, anxiety, crying, cursing, mentions of being drunk, mention of escaped murderer, 3rd person pov

request; no

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(y/n) hummed to herself as she exited the 24 hour convenience store. It was like three in the morning and she had left her apartment about twenty minutes ago, seeking for a late night snack. She had a small skip to her walk, having been lucky enough to get the last pack of her favorite snack that sat on the shelf. She stopped though when she felt a sudden uneasy feeling loom over her. 

She frowned and cleared her throat nervously, shaking her head a little. It was that sickening feeling that someone was following her. She tried to push it off, but as she walked, it only grew. She turned her head a bit, pretending to look around the street. Her stomach dropped when she saw a bigger man following her. She looked back in front of her, her hands starting to tremble. She reached for her pocket to grab her phone, only to find it not there.. “Shit.” She whimpered quietly. She had left it at home on the charger.. 

She felt her breathing starting to pick up. She would push it off as the man was just going the same way, but the way his footsteps matched her exactly told her otherwise. Her eyes welled with tears as the fear creeped up her body. She started to walk a little faster, the man's footsteps seemingly louder now as he inched closer.

She turned onto a different road, because there was no way in hell she was leading this man back to her home. She quickly swiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears. Her body was slightly trembling. She had found herself on a busier street now, thank god. Her eyes scanned store to store, trying to find one that was still open. 

To her luck, there was. A sign with bright green and red lights. A convenience store like the one she had just been at. She found herself walking faster, but only a little. She didn’t want this guy to know she was aware of him. Because god knows what he would do. She pushed open the door, scanning the store. Her eyes welled with tears as the girl at the counter was only like seventeen.. She was barely awake, lazily scrolling through her phone. Obviously no help to her. 

She glanced back at the doors, seeing the man reaching for the handle. She swallowed thickly and looked around. She spotted at male at the back, he had white and black hair.. She rushed up to him, latching herself onto his arm. “Hey babe! Sorry I took so long to get here!” She said, loud enough for the mysterious man in the aisle behind them to hear. 

The man looked down to her, furrowing his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to speak, when he caught the tears in her eyes. He glanced back to where she had glanced seconds prior. He looked back down to her with a small smile. “It's no problem, dove!” He wrapped an arm around her, holding just above her waist. “Mingi and San are out waiting in the car,” He nodded. He had said that a little louder than his last sentence. He hoped the guy would back off knowing the flight would be three to one. 

The man squeezed her side a little, walking over to an aisle further away. “Are you okay?” He hushed to the woman huddled at his side. She shrugged a little, gripping onto him tighter. She only pulled one hand away to wipe the few tears that had slipped down her face. She swallowed the lump in her throat. 

The man nodded again, pursing his lips. “I’m Wooyoung.. You want me to drive you home?” He asked, but immediately closed his eyes, sighing at himself. She looked up at him, her eyes a little wide. “I mean.. Sorry- I can call you a cab if you’d like.” He corrected. (y/n) blinked a few times and nodded. “Yeah.. That's fine.” She agreed. Wooyoung nodded a little. He held up the two smaller cartons of chocolate milk he had. “I gotta pay for these, and then we’ll head out.” He said. She nodded. 

Wooyoung went to the counter with the girl glued to his hip. (y/n) would never ever say it out loud, but god this guy was so fine. He was even respectful with his hand placements. Above her hip, and now it rested just above the small of her back. This man was literally an angel. He paid for his drinks, giving a small nod to the girl before heading out. He retracted his hand off her back, gently holding her shoulder. 

He glanced into the store again, seeing the man staring dead into the smaller woman's soul. He looked beyond pissed. Wooyoung pursed his lips. “Here… You can wait in my car if you want till your cab arrives.” He said. She messed with her hands nervously. She glanced inside the store and nodded. “Yeah.. Please,” She looked up at Wooyoung. He smiled and nodded a little. He opened the passenger door and helped her in, closing it behind her. 

(y/n) was about to relax when a loud voice made her jump. “Yahh!! What took you so freaking long?” A male with red hair whined. A blonde boy was shoving at him. “Get off me! Your fat head is so heavy!” He grunted. The red haired boy slapped his chest. “Ugh! Wooyoung, tell him to-” When the man looked up, he paused, staring blankly at the girl in the car. “Who are you?” He asked, a slur to his words. 

(y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but only a small nervous laugh came out. She looked between the two boys in the back seat. The one with red hair stared at her expectantly (not in a snarky way, more curious), while the blonde one looked more confused than anything. “Some creep was following them.” Wooyoung sighed as he got into the drivers side. “What!?” Both boys in the back shrieked, toppling over each other to look out the window of the car. “Let me out! I’ll fucking kill him!” The blonde one yelled. “Yeahh! At least unlock the windows so we can yell at the guy!” The red haired one joined in. 

“Mingi, San!” Wooyoung reached back and wacked both boys upside the head, causing them to both whine loudly. Wooyoung sighed heavily, leaning back into his seat. (y/n) was stifling giggles. “Sorry about them.. They had a little too much to drink.” Wooyoung laughed nervously. (y/n) shook her head lightly, waving her hand a little. “It's alright,” She said softly. She looked down at her hands nervously. 

Wooyoung held up a finger to her, signaling her to give him a second. He reached into his bag and pulled out the two things of chocolate milk. “Here, you two, drink these.” He tossed them into the back seats. “Oww! Woo, you hit me in the head!” San held his head with a pout. Mingi cackled at him, earning a slap to his thigh. Wooyoung sighed loudly. He shook his head. 

He pulled out his phone, going to the call a cab app he had. “It's okay!” (y/n) blurted. Wooyoung looked at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “If.. If you still wanna, you can drive me home. I don't think I could stand being in another strangers car..” She said. Wooyoung hummed. “Yeah? What changed your mind?” He hummed a little. “Well, I find you safe enough, given that you helped me almost immediately, when normally it takes at least a minute for someone to get the hint. Also, them,” She motioned to the two men in the backseat. “None of you give off ‘im a murder’ vibes.” She covered her mouth as she laughed softly. 

Wooyoung chuckled and nodded a little. “That makes sense. Well I'm glad I could help.” He said. (y/n) nodded. “Thank you, really. I’m (y/n) by the way.” She said. “I-I’m really glad I ran into you and not some weirdo..” She mumbled. He smiled. “Yeah, of course! Now, where do you live so I can get you home, yeah?” He said softly. She told him her address, and he typed it into his phone. 

As they drove, Wooyoung sparked small conversions with (y/n). But they were always interrupted by the boys in the back. At some point the radio was turned on, and San was screaming the lyrics. Mingi had his head out the window like a dog, after snakily reaching to unlock the windows. 

When they pulled up to the apartment complex, (y/n) smiled at Wooyoung. “Thank you again, Wooyoung.” She said softly. “You’re welcome.” He smiled. “Can I give you my number? I’ll repay you with coffee or dinner.” She said. Wooyoung hummed and nodded, handing her his phone. He opened his mouth to speak, but loud “Oooohhss!!” and whistles interrupted him. “God, I'm gonna kill them, I swear.” Wooyoung sighed, making (y/n) giggle. He was like a tired dad taking care of toddlers. 

He tutted. “Anyways.. As I was saying, you don't have to repay me really.” He said. She squinted at him. “I’m going to repay you.” She said as she handed his phone back. She had sent a text to herself, so she wouldn’t freak out when a random number texted her. She opened the door, stepping out and grabbing her bag with her snacks. “Waitt.. She's leaving already?” San pouted. “It's okay, we’ll see her again soon, I'm sure.” Wooyoung smiled. “Definitely,” (y/n) giggled and closed the door, waving softly before walking into the complex. 

BONUS:

A week had passed, (y/n) and Wooyoung had been talking constantly. She did end up repaying him with coffee one day. He only accepted because it meant more time to get to know her. Even San and Mingi remembered her after they woke up the morning after meeting her. They urged Wooyoung to go get coffee with her. They found them so cute when they were drunk. They even teased him. Calling him a “Strong burly man!” or making teasing comments like, “Ouh! Gosh! You’re my knight in shining armor!” Which earned harsh slaps to their backs. 

At some point, they were all comfortable enough to hang out with each other. One night when they were all hanging out, (y/n) was scrolling through her phone. She frowned as she came across a news article. “Guys..” She mumbled, sitting up from the bean bag she was on and moving to sit on the couch with the boys. She handed them her phone. “Holy shit..” San mumbled. It was an article of an escaped murderer having finally been caught and put back into prison.(y/n) would have ignored it, but there was a picture.. Wooyoung frowned and looked at (y/n). “Isn’t that..” He pointed to the phone which Mingi held since he was in the middle. (y/n) nodded and looked down. It was the man that had followed her that night.. 

Ever since that night, she had always been grateful for Wooyoung. He was genuinely her savior. The night of reading the news article, after Mingi and San went to bed, she had cuddled with him and cried to him about how genuinely scared she had been. This was the first time actually breaking down since the event. He held her the whole time, hushing comforting words and rubbing her back. (y/n) would always look to Wooyoung if she ever felt unsafe or scared. She trusted him with everything in her.

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this was so yummy to write. it was heavily inspired by a story i read the other day. the bonus was written kinda choppy, but i could not just leave it there. i hope you all like ittt.

inspired by @bluehwale 'Unconventional first encounters with ATEEZ!' - Sans part more specifically :)

my requests are open guys, pls pls pls i will write anything. BUT NO SMUT. i will not write that. i love writing angst with hurt to comfort ANYWAYS i hope you guys enjoyed! stay safe out thereee! mmuuwahhh!!

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[xuchiya]

arcade moments

THE AMOUINT OF TIMES i have re-written this chapter but it never shouts wooyoung and until i manage to create one, this one is REALLY wooyoung. I know wooyoung is a playful, competitive type of person. it might be new but i like how the story went.

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a competitive boyfriend wooyoung would beat your scores on any arcade games, like you beat 960 on basketball; he'll go beyond 980 to that or shooting the zombie, he'll beat you to it. but wooyoung is a passionate and affectionate boyfriend, so he'll not leave this place until he makes you taste the same victory.

wooyoung had been wanting to visit the arcade for weeks, and today was finally the day. As you walked hand in hand with him, you couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement, your inner child screaming as your eyes wandered on the neon lights and the noise pf the machines.

As you stepped inside, the lively atmosphere enveloped you. The sound of games being played, laughter echoing off the walls, and the scent of popcorn filled the air. Wooyoung's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he scanned the room, his gaze landing on a row of vintage arcade games.

"let's shoot!" he said, leading you over to the game. You grabbed the plastic gun eagerly, focusing on the screen as targets popped up one by one. wooyoung stood beside you, cheering you on with each successful hit. he was impressed but his competitive side wouldn't let him as he played another round, beating your score.

he place the gun on the holster and looks at you with a playful smirk, tongue poking his cheek, "didn't mean to show off." you scoff grinning, always up for a challenge, "i see where you're going."

wooyoung shrugs, throwing his arm around your shoulder, "you pick the wrong person, woo~." he side-glance, a smile reaching his lips. he had always love your competitive side and that lure him in your life, "am i? well i think i pick the right person. for my heart."

a blush suddenly covered your face, a hyenatic laugh echoed the place as wooyoung notice your face. The two of you wasted no time diving into various games, each one igniting a friendly rivalry between you. From racing games where you both jostled for the lead to another shooting games where accuracy was key, the arcade echoed with your laughter and playful banter.

but it was when you stumbled upon the punching bag machine that the true competition ignited. wooyoung stepped up first, claiming that he needs to make sure that it's working fine and no unfair kind of system will determine his success and your defeat, you think it was unbelievable.

after inserting a coin on the slot, he throw a powerful punch that sent the bag swinging high.

you watched with a smirk, determined to show him what you were made of. you were a fighter, a ring fighter; been to many comptetitions until you decided to halt for a while to rest.

as you stepped up to the machine, you took off your coat and toss it to his face, which he catch; pretending to be a fan. you chuckle at his reaction.

wooyoung's eyes widened with surprise, already anticipating his victory. you took a deep breath, channeling all your strength into the punch. The bag soared, hitting the highest mark on the machine with a resounding thud.

"what the f-" you both watch the monitor increases its number until it hit higher than wooyoung. wooyoung's jaw dropped in shock, his competitive spirit momentarily subdued by your unexpected display of strength. "w-what? where did that strength came from?" he exclaimed, genuine admiration shining in his eyes.

you grinned, shrugging "gym?" you teased, flexing your muscles playfully. he shakes his head in disbelief, "babe i go to the gym too but this ..." pointing at the machine score then back to you, "this is not just any session in the gym but in sparring or something."

you smile, thanking him as he helps you place your coat back on, "you seem to observe eh?" he nods, holding you hand, "san does benching and sparring a lot so when you did that; it does not make sense when you said gym. do you do other sports?"

you press your lips together, suppressing as smile, "yeah ... i do kick-boxing."

if there's more than anything to describe his face is this '(。_。)' like starring at you as if you just said a humorless joke though you did not look like you were joking at all. expecting any reaction but him clinging on your arm as he squish your muscles underneath your clothes was something you were not expecting.

"i love strong woman." you laugh, grabbing his hand in your small ones. he was grinning, so genuine and full of affection. He knows that you can be a little bit insecure as the way you bring yourself, "if you feel diffident on what you can do and who you are then stop, you're wasting your time. this is who you are because that's how you see yourself everyday; a confident and a fighter and i love you for that and i won't stop." with wooyoung, he loves you, no matter what it is. wooyoung squeeze your hands in his, making you stare at his eyes, "i fell in love not the cricket player on the field, not the captain of her volleyball team but the strong headed woman that I saw and oath to love."

your heart swelled with warmth at his words, grateful to have someone who appreciated every aspect of who you were, "aww woo."

he chuckles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "you do you baby." As you continued your arcade adventure, the competitive edge softened into a shared sense of joy and admiration, each game bringing you closer together.

On the night of your date, wooyoung find himself staring at you with fondess, "i love you." your eyes shimmer—not matter how many times he says it, your heart never get used to it, bowing your head as emotions swirled in your heart. pass through all of this, wooyoung still find how you are unique to everyone else.

"i love you too and thank you woo." your voice full of emotions and eyes fill with gratitude. he pulls you in for a hug, "i hope you always remember that you are beautiful inside and out."

honestly, i like it

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[littlexbunni]

₊ ⊹ camera roll of bf!wooyoung ₊ ⊹

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[syncoflove]

From the stage to Dodger Stadium. Thanks for stopping by, @ateez_official_!

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[roomsofangel]

LOVER, PLEASE STAY

chapter four

synopsis you and wooyoung have been best friends for as long as you could remember, always overcoming everything in your friendship even after a few bumps in the road and confessions in the past. you could always trust that no matter wooyoung will always be there, right?

wc 4.3k

chapter warnings mentions of drug usage, wooyoung and yn have an argument / wooyoung breaks down

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“something’s wrong with wooyoung," san mentioned one morning while handing you a dish from beside you that you started washing. you shifted your gaze away from the sink and water and towards him as he leaned against the counter. his side pressed on it a bit more as he continued, "i don't know... but, you notice it, too. don’t you?" his breath came out in an exasperated exhale as he waited for your response.

you gazed down, wanting nothing more than to just focus on how the warm water poured on your hands. the moment was quiet for a few minutes, and your mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. the uncertainty, the silence, and the tension between you and wooyoung recently that was becoming more apparent with every passing day. the strain was starting to wear on you, and that was obvious to everyone around you. “it’s hard not to.” you finally answered after a few minutes of silence, and your voice was solemn and tired.

san frowned at your response, and his expression became more concerned. you could sense the distress in his voice. "do you think we should intervene? what if he ends up like—?“ he started to say, but you interrupted him.

"don't." you said, and your tone was firm. you knew what he was going to say, and you didn't want to hear or think about it. your mind was already spiraling enough, and you didn't need him adding more to it.

san remained silent, looking at you with a mixture of concern and confusion. "but what if..." he began to say but stopped himself, realizing that you already knew. you had already considered that possibility, and it was not something you wanted to think about any further.

“just drop it, okay?" you said, your voice more firm than before as you tried to stop the spiral of thought that was quickly starting to take hold.

san sighed, and the silence that followed weighed heavier than before. "i talked to seonghwa too, you know," he mention. the statement felt somewhat out of place and sudden, and it only added to the tension that surrounded you both. you could sense the strain and stress building up in his words, and you wondered what else he knew or had heard.

"he's worried," san continued, "and so are the rest... they know something's up too. all of them do. but if they ask me, i don't know if i should tell them or not. i mean, it's wooyoung’s own business. i can't just let the secret slip, but.." his voice trailed off, and he let out a long, tired exhale.

"...that’s exactly the problem," san continued, "it’s his own business, but we're all worried about him. i mean, he hasn't been himself for a while now. he’s more reserved, more distant, and there is this strange tension between him and the rest of us. like he's hiding something, or he's just... not there. not fully there."

when you finally became aware of your grip on the dish, the dishes in front of you had already become clean. you were so lost in your thoughts, your head overflowing with memories and worries, that you had failed to notice the mundane task you were supposed to be doing. "i know.." you whispered, because you did. and it pained you that you couldn’t do anything but watch wooyoung destroy himself, or at least that's what it felt like.

"and... and it hurts," you continued softly, as if the admission was too painful for you to keep silent any longer. "it hurts to see him like this, to see him become something... someone that he's not. to see him shut himself off from all of us, to close himself in his own world and not let anyone else in. it’s painful and exhausting."

"he’s like a shell of himself," you went on. "i mean, he's still wooyoung, but... he's not at the same time. and i know i shouldn't say this... but it feels like we've lost him. like the wooyoung we all knew is gone, and there's just... this shell of a person left."

san nodded as he listened to you. he saw the pain and worry in your eyes, and he knew that you needed reassurance. so he held his arms out for you, inviting a hug. "it’s gonna be okay," he tried to reassure the both of you, but he didn't seem so sure himself. it was clear from his tone that he was just as worried, just as unsure. but he needed to remain strong, he needed to believe that things would work out. after all, it had to.

you laid in your bed, staring up at your ceiling and reminiscing over memories. they were just that, memories. it felt like ages ago, it felt like a whole different world. you were weeping over someone who was still alive, and it made no sense. how did you mourn for someone who was still standing in front of you, with a heart still beating? with a breath still being taken at regular intervals? with thoughts that were still running through their head, and feelings that were still taking place in their veins?

you tried to ignore the tears that were threatening to pour at any moment. everything in your room was a reminder of wooyoung and who he used to be. you could see him across the hall in his own bedroom, but...was that really still him? his demeanor seemed to have changed so dramatically that it no longer resembled the person you fell in love with initially. he was becoming someone else, someone you didn't recognize. and you didn't know if you could handle it anymore.

hearing your phone buzz, you shifted to your side to grab it and take a look. it was hongjoong’s text, asking if you wanted to come to see a movie with him and seonghwa. you recalled the last time you spoke with him, and remembered the intensity of the conversation. sure, he was deeply worried about you and was telling you things you needed to hear that night. but it only made you want to hide more since it meant you had to acknowledge more that you and wooyoung were no longer the same.

you wanted to continue living in the blissful bubble you had created where the two of you were fine, and nothing had changed. but the more time you spent in that space, the more the realities of the situation began to sink in, and the more the cracks in your bubble started to appear. so you avoided talking about the truth for as long as you could, until it got to the point where you could no longer deny it.

“that’s your problem, yn!” hongjoong looked at you with a concerned expression as he stood in front of you with san and seonghwa who matched the same energy. they had seen the situation unfold before enough times to know better than to intervene or get in the way when hongjoong was like this.

as he continued, he spoke louder, like he was trying to get through to you. "you give yourself away to people who keep shoving those parts of you back into your hands," he ranted, becoming more frustrated with each word.

you looked at him with teary eyes, knowing the truth but not wanting to face it. “i know this isn’t what you want to hear but you need to hear this, yn. because i don’t know if you know this but putting a light inside the house your soul died in will not stop it from haunting you.” hongjoong looked at you and his words hit deeper than you expected

"you need to let that light go," he continued, his voice becoming even more impassioned. "you need to let go of the pain, the anger, the sadness, and the guilt that you've held onto for so long. you need to come to terms with the fact that the house is empty, the light is gone, and it is time for you to move on."

when you stopped denying the truth, you began to see things clearer. hongjoong was right, you knew. "you need to let that light go," he had said, but the light he was referring to wasn't a literal one. it was... wooyoung. your best friend was the light you needed to let go of, to come to terms with the fact that it was gone and that you would never get it back.

"you’ve been hiding behind it for too long, too scared to let go," hongjoong persisted, "because if you let go, you would have to face the darkness that has clouded your mind, the feelings that you've been avoiding and refusing to acknowledge. it will be painful, it will be difficult. but it's the only way for you to truly heal."

you remained frozen in silence as hongjoong continued to speak, his words hitting home and piercing you with a truth that you had been actively avoiding. he was right, everything he said was true.

"hongjoong, that's enough," seonghwa’s gentle voice cut through the tension, calling for the confrontation to end. you glanced up and saw his reassuring hand placed gently on hongjoong’s shoulder.

"she’s dealt with enough," he continued. "she doesn't need to hear more, nor does she need to listen to any more harsh words."

as you spoke, your voice became thick, choked by the lump in your throat. "i just... don't want him to think i gave up on him."

"i don't want wooyoung to think i didn't give it my all..." your voice trailed off as you began to choke up. "but i..." you stopped, unable to continue as your tears continued to flow. "i just," you sighed, "i can't give up on him."

your voice cracked with every breath you took, and the tears continued to flow as the pain of realizing how impossible the situation had gotten began to sink in. "i know... i won't... give up on him," you whispered through your sniffles, your throat tight and your heart heavy.

later that night, you were cleaning up around the living space when you saw wooyoung stumbling in, clearly just waking up. you spoke softly to show that you knew he was there, and he grumbled in response. you exchanged a glance with him, noticing his disheveled appearance, and the dark circles under his eyes.

"are you alright?" you asked softly, his response was a grunt, followed by another grunt as he proceeded toward his room without a word. you followed him with your eyes, feeling guilty for asking him anything at all.

you watched as he stumbled back into his room, and a pang of guilt stabbed your heart. you knew he was going through a difficult time, and here you were asking him if he was okay. of course, he wasn't. and you knew that. but what else could you have done? you wanted to speak with him, to see him, to try and be there for him. but he didn't want to speak with you.

after he went into his room, you slowly continued cleaning up the shared space. you couldn't quite bring yourself to go to bed yet, even though you were exhausted. you took care to make sure things were as tidy and clean as they could be, despite the mess that was in your mind. your heart continued to ache with guilt and sadness for your best friend, and you wondered if there was anything you could have done to help him.

you decided to try one more time, gathering your courage and taking your time to slice his favorite fruits like you always did in the past when he was sad. you made your way into his dark room and saw that it was a mess, but you ignored the clutter and scattered clothing. you simply placed the plate of fruit on his bedside table and made a quiet retreat, just leaving the plate of fruit with him and not trying to talk to him again.

as you prepared to exit the room, your eyes scanned the entire space. your heart skipped a beat as your gaze landed on the small ziplock baggie in the corner. you tried to ignore it and pretend as if your mind was playing tricks on you. but you knew that it was real. you saw the tiny powder-like stains beneath the baggies, and you knew that it was more than just a reflection of the light.

you couldn't ignore the small pile of bags on the nightstand. instead, you found your eyes drawn to them, watching the glint of light off the powder-like stains beneath them. you knew what this was, and a chill ran down your spine as you finally accepted the truth. wooyoung's struggles were evident in the things he kept so hidden from you, the substance he kept close by.

it suddenly became very clear to you why wooyoung had been acting the way he had lately. his secretive behavior, the late nights, the withdrawn attitude. everything made sense now.

the truth hit you like a wave of ice-cold water. wooyoung had been using drugs. you had been blind to the signs and the warnings, but this was the confirmation you had been avoiding. and now, you couldn't avoid the reality anymore.

the shock slowly turned into sadness, like a weight settling in your stomach as you stood there, staring at the baggie of drugs on his nightstand. you were numb, frozen on the spot as you processed this revelation. wooyoung had always been so responsible, so sensible, so protective of you. never in a million years would you have imagined him turning to drugs to cope with his problems.

as you were about to leave the room, you were caught off guard by the sudden sound of wooyoung's voice. "you're... not supposed to see those," he rasped out, sounding exhausted and annoyed. you jumped a little at the sudden sound and his harsh tone, feeling like you'd been caught red-handed even though you knew you had every right to go into his room.

he sighed and sat up slowly, the mattress squeaking beneath his movement. "they’re just for me," wooyoung said in a low voice, his tone turning defensive. "they... they help me... cope," he continued, his voice trailing off at the end as he looked away from you. you noticed how he avoided your eyes, instead focusing on the floor below.

wooyoung’s words hung heavy in the air. they were clearly a crutch for him, helping him to cope with the pressures of life. but it was clear that they did little more than numb him. you watched as his eyes darted around the room as if he was nervous about something. his eyes flitted between the zipper bags on his nightstand, and he seemed like he wanted to say something more, but he stopped himself.

the tension in the air was palpable, and you could sense the heaviness in his breath. you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind, what he wanted to say but couldn't.

“i can't let you keep destroying yourself, woo”, you said, your voice soft and compassionate. you didn't want to lecture him, you just tried your best to help him see the harm he was doing to himself. but he resisted your words, pushing back with his own defensiveness.

"please, just... let me have this," wooyoung said, a sharp edge to his tone. "don’t try and take this away from me, don't try and protect me. i’m fine, really. i can handle this," he snapped, his tone growing more frustrated. he didn't want you to interfere, didn't want you to try and protect him. he wanted to handle it on his own.

as you watched him, your heart broke even further. he wasn't fine, he wasn't handling it, he was using drugs to cope with his pain. and you were afraid of what would happen if he continued this way. wooyoung's eyes met yours, sharp with his anger, as he continued to resist your words. "don’t you trust me?" he said, suddenly looking more fragile than before.

"don’t you dare say that." you glared at him, feeling your anger rising as you struggled to control yourself. "you know i trust you, but i don't trust that..." you gestured to the baggies on his nightstand, your words heavy in the air. you could feel his defensiveness intensifying, a wall of bitterness rising as he felt he was being accused.

"you’re going to preach to me now, aren't you?" wooyoung glared at you, his frustration clear in his words. "tell me all about how drugs are bad, how they hurt our bodies, how they damage our brains, how they can't fill the void inside of us... is that what you're gonna say?"

wooyoung's glare was intense, his words dripping with hostility as he began to lash out. he knew how he used drugs to cope had been irresponsible and harmful, but he didn't want to be lectured about it. he felt defensive and angry, and he was not going to back down from this argument.

"so you just go right ahead and pretend as if it's not a problem." wooyoung continued, his frustration growing as he glared at you. "you know damn well that they help me cope, that they fill the void i feel inside of me. they make me feel numb, but at least i don't feel anything at all when i’m like this. so just let me have this, and stop trying to interfere."

you could feel your shoulders shaking, your eyes growing damp with tears as you looked at him. "what the hell happened to you, wooyoung?" you choked out the question, your throat clogging with emotion as you struggled to hold it together. you wanted to understand... you wanted to help him.

you saw his expression harden even further as he looked at you, his eyes no longer filled with anger, but rather something closer to contempt. as you choked back your tears, you realized that he seemed to think you were being dramatic. he didn't see the severity of his situation, didn't want to acknowledge that he was falling apart in front of you. your throat tightened as your eyes burned from the fight and the tears that were starting to fall.

you felt something growing inside of you as he stared at you with contempt. anger? hurt? you were feeling these emotions clash with one another as your eyes blurred with moisture. you wanted to yell that you cared about him, that you were just trying to help... but you knew it would fall on deaf ears. instead, you stayed silent, trying to hold back your sobs. it was like he didn't trust you anymore.

"oh... you're crying now, are you?" wooyoung said, his tone cutting and cold. "so you really do enjoy drama then, don't you? you want to try and make me feel worse than i already do, huh? well, you're not going to succeed, so save your tears for someone who cares."

his words stung, hitting everything that was vulnerable and painful inside you. you knew he knew what to say, which string he needed to tug on in order to hurt you the most. you tried to speak, but your voice shook and came out in a whisper. "stop." you tried to be stern, to defend yourself, but you knew that your defenses were crumbling away.

wooyoung smirked at you, and you wanted to slap him for the cruel way he was behaving. he seemed to be taking pleasure in the way he was hurting you, in the way he was tearing you down. he wasn't even hiding the fact that he knew exactly how to bring you down and tear you apart. he seemed to be enjoying it.

there was no holding back now, no restraint. your voice shot up in volume even as you tried to bite it back. "what have i ever done to you?" you looked at him, your eyes burning and your heart racing wildly. "what the hell have i done to deserve this?"

wooyoung stared at you, his eyes narrowing. he seemed to be considering the weight of your words, trying to decide if he wanted to answer honestly. after a moment, he seemed to just decide to be blunt with you. "you’ve never done anything to me," he finally replied simply.

"that's the thing," wooyoung said, his attitude finally starting to soften. "you haven't done a damn thing to me." he had finally stopped fighting back, and his tone had changed from one of anger and aggression to one that was just... tired.

"you’ve just... been there. being my friend. caring for me.. loving me." wooyoung’s voice cracked at the last word, and he seemed to be trying to control himself from breaking down.

"and what do you get out of it?" he took a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes. "me falling apart on drugs, making you cry, treating you like crap? is that what you deserve from your friend?"

he quickly cut you off when you began to open your mouth, stopping you from making any excuses for him. "don’t you start with the whole excuses for me, yn," he said. his tone was harsh, like a snapping order. he seemed to be trying to hold on to the last shred of his composure.

"please." his voice cracked on the last word, and his eyes suddenly filled with pain and sorrow. you could see the pain of his life finally coming to surface... the sadness and hopelessness that had been buried under the drugs and the denial finally coming back to haunt him.

he was so vulnerable, so fragile in this moment, and you couldn't help but feel heartbroken for him. the thought of him hurting like this, of him being so miserable and lost and alone, all because of the drugs and the denial, was unbearable. you wanted to reach out and comfort him, to hold him close and wipe away his pain, but you didn't know how.

"i know i’m not perfect, i know i’ve done things... i’ve hurt you..." wooyoung’s voice cracked and he paused, trying to collect himself. "i just... i’m so tired. i’m so tired of fighting, of trying to keep things together, of being in pain..."

he looked at you, and his eyes were filled with raw emotion.

"i don't want to give up on us," he continued. "you’ve been here for me... through everything... please don't give up on me."

wooyoung seemed to be opening up to you again, letting his walls down and showing you the real him. the one who was tired, scared, and scared of losing you. the one who was afraid of being alone. he looked at you, begging you to stay with him, not to give up on him like everyone else. he needed you.

“i can’t give up on you even if i tried,” your voice was quiet as you spoke this to him

"i know you can't give up on me, but i just don't know if i can... keep on like this." he seemed so miserable and exhausted, like he was on the brink of collapse. "i’m so tired," he continued, his voice shaking. "so tired of all the stress and anxiety and the fear of what's to come... i just..."

he paused again, as if trying to find the words to say all the things he was feeling. "i just don't have the strength to do this anymore," he finally admitted. "i’m tired of carrying all this weight on my shoulders, of pretending like everything is okay, when it's not... i’m just... i’m so fucking tired."

the words were pouring out of him, as if he had been holding them inside for a long time. the exhaustion and the pain, the weight and the worry, the fear and the grief... it was all finally coming out. his voice cracked, and he seemed to be fighting back the tears that were welling in his eyes.

wooyoung broke down finally, sobbing as his arms tremblingly folded around his torso. his body was racked with a mixture of sadness and pain, as he let the weight of his emotions finally take over. "i don't want to drag you down with me," he said, his voice trembling. "but i’m so damn selfish. you see, i’m so selfish that..." his words were beginning to be muffled, and he seemed to be struggling to continue.

"i don't want to lose you," he suddenly mumbled, his cheeks soaked with tears. "i’m so selfish that i don't want to let you go, that i keep dragging you down with me even though i know it's destroying you too... i know it's wrong, i know it's so damn selfish, but i can't let go..."

wooyoung was crying hard, openly and unapologetically. he was a mess of emotion, of hurt and fear and sorrow and pain. he didn't like the way he was hurting you, but he didn't know how to stop. he was stuck in this cycle of self-destruction, and he couldn't see a way out.

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the one | jwy

Genre: best-friends-to-lovers, a bit of angst, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Wooyoung x gn!reader

Warnings: cheating (not by Wooyoung), some insults, swear words, pet names, a kiss, possible grammar mistakes

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Maybe there were perks of having a best friend like Wooyoung, but maybe, just maybe, his hesitation and skepticism when it came to your boyfriend made you a bit suspicious about his plans. Whenever your boyfriend came over (and Wooyoung acted like he owned your place in his cocky way), they would send hate-poisoned arrows to each other; as if they had a reason to be like that—one you had to find out about. Your boyfriend was everything you could have wished for, so why was Wooyoung trying to prove you otherwise every time? You were tired of his remarks, so you decided to knock a bit of sense into his head by ignoring him—maybe you were wrong, maybe you were actually the one needing that.

Wooyoung was preparing to go home after a tiring day at college, when his friend, San, screamed some interesting words: "Woo, look, it's Y/n and their boyfriend!"

Wooyoung looked immediately in that direction, just to be met with, indeed, your boyfriend, yet there was no sign of you. He gestured to San to follow him, approaching the boy and scrutinizing his companion with fierce eyes—anything when it came to you.

"That's not Y/n, stupid." he whispered to the older boy, then hid in a bush, where he could get a perfect glimpse of what was happening. "And that's the guy I'm ignored for."

Your boyfriend seemed to have fun with his guest, her lips all over his face as he held her tight—was he fucking cheating on you? His hands squeezed into fists as he wanted to go teach him a lesson right there—yet he was better than that. He took his bag and left without any other word, leaving a confused San behind as he started running to your house, not even bothering to take the bus anymore. He took his phone out and called you, fearing that you wouldn't answer—yet he calmed down when you did, smiling when he heard your sleepy voice.

"Did I wake you up from your beauty sleep?" he asked, his signature grin still on his face.

"What do you want, Woo?"

"Y/n… I miss you. Can we please meet up at the café next to your house?"

"Is there anything new that you dreamt up about my boyfriend?"

"Y/n… I will be quick, I promise. Just come, it's for the best. Please."

Hearing his kinda worried voice made you think about your past actions—you were too harsh on him for no reason. He was just protective and you should have appreciated that more. You dressed up immediately and went to the café, seeing him ready and waiting for you by the door. He was cute; a baggy outfit styled with some modest jewelry, his long, two-toned hair in a messy ponytail, some strands laying in beautiful waves of blonde on his face, making him look like the perfect college boyfr—what the fuck Y/n?

He came to you and gave you a short hug, opening the door for you and leading you inside as you took your own time to observe things—your boyfriend has never done this for you. Maybe Wooyoung was right—maybe there was something to discuss with your boyfriend.

"We need to talk!" you both said in unison, looking at each other.

"You go first, please." Wooyoung gestured, but you absolutely refused it.

"No, you called me there, so it has to be important."

Wooyoung sighed. "Can we talk about your boyfriend?"

You frowned, but nodded for him to continue.

"He's got a secret and he's telling you lies."

You looked at him, absorbing his words as you tried to reflect on them. "What kind of lies, Woo?"

Wooyoung inhaled deeply, before talking again: "He's got another girlfriend. I saw them on my way home with San, today. He never smiled like that with you, and it hurt me."

You stared at nothing in particular, spacing out as nothing around you seemed to be there anymore. You were surrounded by thoughts, and Wooyoung, and regret, and sadness, and anger, and oh, maybe you should have listened to your heart when it signaled that Wooyoung was the one. The way he came on the chair next to you, hugging you tight, staining your waist with sincere feelings—oh, how it all made sense.

"I was so straightforward, I'm sorry, but baby, I just gotta let you know—"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence when your boyfriend and his fling showed up at the entrance of the café, holding hands and laughing like teenagers in love (a teenage love Wooyoung secretly hoped won't last). You made yourself smaller in Wooyoung's arms, shutting your wide eyes as you wished for the world to stop right there, with you in Wooyoung's arms, and your boyfriend in that girl's arms, assigned by fate.

"—You really gotta let him go."

He sat the two of you up, holding your hand as he grabbed his things and led you to the exit—not before he bid your boyfriend a last goodbye, though.

"Congrats on your new relationship, idiot. And they are done with you, guess they found someone better themselves." He spat, smirking as he intentionally brushed his shoulder over your ex boyfriend's, getting you two outside.

You didn't know what to say—you were ashamed that you almost left your best friend for someone who didn't even accept him.

"Wooyoung? I should have listened to you since the first day, I'm sorry. It was you all this time."

He smiled softly, petting your hair. "It's okay, Y/n. Fate will have its way with us again." he said, brushing some hair strands off your face: "Sleepover at mine? With ice-cream and a movie marathon?"

"Couldn't agree more."

With every passing month, every passing season—time made you witness the stages of nature, along with the kindness and love Wooyoung had to offer. He treated you right, he treated you the way you deserved it. He taught you never to settle for less than you deserved, and that's when you were sure you wanted him forever. There you were now, settled on the beach's warm sand, sitting on a blanket while the water touched your skin softly.

"Wooyoung? Thank you, for everything. For being here for me all the time, for fighting for me, for us."

"How could I not be there for the most beautiful person I've seen in my whole life?"

You blushed softly, the crimson adorning your cheeks beautifully, making him smile and grab your cheeks.

"Awee, you’re blushinnngg." he mocked playfully, booping your nose.

"You don't need to remind me! After all, I have the most beautiful boy right in front of me."

He blushed too; you thought it was the cutest thing ever.

"Is this the moment where we kiss?" he asked, smirking a bit.

"I guess so." you shyly admitted, pressing your lips on his softly.

The kiss was soft, full of blooming feelings, full of healing; it was simply right, and you were more than sure of it now. Wooyoung has always been the one.

"I love you, Woo." you said, pressing your forehead on his.

"I love you too, angel."

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amnesia [trope — wooyoung]

inspired by: hi nanna — tollywood movie

word count: 2.7k

content: angst, smut, plane crashes, head injury, talks of ptsd, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (pls remember to wrap up irl!), completely consensual (sex)!

author's note: if you can, watch the movie this is based on! it's on netflix, and lowkey it is very cheesy and over the top in a way, but there were so many plot twists my brain exploded fr (also nani is an amazing actor okay i love him sm)

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“Baby, can’t you stay for one more day? Please?” you quietly asked your boyfriend as you nuzzled your nose into his neck.

The two of you were laying in bed— you had gotten ready for bed, but let’s be honest, you were definitely not planning on sleeping anytime soon.

“You know I would if this project wasn’t launching this week,” he sighed as he hugged you a little closer.

You frowned. You knew when your boyfriend took this promotion that he wouldn’t be home as often, and you both agreed to make the relationship work long distance, but you didn’t realize how hard it would be when it was time for him to leave.

“Hey, but once the project is over, they’ll be transferring me back here,” he continued softly.

“Really?” you shot up and looked at him eagerly, earning a cute smile from the man.

“Yes, baby. Really.”

“You better not be lying to me, Jung Wooyoung,” you warned.

“No, I’m serious. Three more weeks, and it’s over,” Wooyoung insisted.

You hugged him immediately, your lips crashing into his. Your heart was soaring just thinking about getting to live with your boyfriend peacefully again. Wooyoung smiled against your lips as he brought his arms around you and hugged you close, his hand petting your hair while the other one was securely around your waist.

The kisses deepened, and when Wooyoung slipped his tongue into your mouth, he moved you so that you were straddling him. His hands were on your waist when he moved you, so he was able to slip them under your shirt and tiptoe up along your waist until his fingers brushed your underboob. He knew that you didn’t wear a bra to bed, but he was still pleasantly surprised that he had one less thing to worry about.

His fingers ghosted over your nipples and teased you until your tits were hard. When he started tugging on them, you let out a little moan. You pushed against his chest and away from him, your face flushed as you looked at his half-lidded, lusty eyes. Quickly, you pulled off your top and grabbed the hem of Wooyoung’s impatiently, trying to get the man to strip down quickly.

The two of you were completely naked as Wooyoung leaned against the head board. He had his hands on your thighs, his fingers pressing into your skin occasionally as you continued to kiss him passionately. You could tell he desperately wanted to be inside you based on the way he was gripping your thighs. So, you moved up slightly, taking his cock into your hand as you held his neck with the other hand. You stroked him briefly then rubbed the tip of his penis against your folds, his cock twitching and throbbing in your grasp.

“Baby,” Wooyoung whispered hoarsely. “Stop teasing me.”

You responded by kissing him briefly then leaned back. You sat down slowly on his cock, the two of you stifling moans as you took your sweet time sitting down. Wooyoung’s hands moved from your thighs to your ass, and when he spread your ass cheeks, you immediately  fell into him, your chest rubbing against his.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Wooyoung chuckled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You feel so fucking good.”

You let out a slight mewl when he bit your earlobe, making him chuckle again. His head moved into the nook of your neck and left soft kisses along it as his hands pulled on your ass cheeks, willing you to start moving. Clinging to his shoulders, you moved your waist slowly, his cock sliding in and out of you. You started slow, but it was much too slow for Wooyoung’s liking. You felt him bite down on your neck the second he brought down your ass with insane force, the smack of your ass hitting his waist reverberating in your bedroom.

“Oh, God!” you cried as Wooyoung moved you faster, his waist starting to roll upwards, meeting yours halfway. “B-Baby— Angh!— S-So good!”

You felt your walls flutter when Wooyoung’s cock rubbed just right against your G-spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You bit your lower lip to keep from moaning loudly, only for Wooyoung’s thumb to untuck your lip.

“I want to hear you, baby. I want you to tell me how good I make you feel,” he told you, his voice slightly rumbling.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby!” you cried loudly. “I’m almost— I— Ah! I wanna c-cum!”

Wooyoung pulled out— more like lifted you— your legs trembling as you arousal squirted all over him. Your breathy moan faded into heavy pants, and before long, you were moaning all over again when he sat up and pinned you down on the bed, his cock swiftly re-entering you as he knelt between your legs and pushed your thighs up so that your knees were almost near your shoulders. He resumed his high pace, making stars fill your vision quickly despite having just cum.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” you sighed as you pushed your head back. “Fuck— Nngh— Right there!”

With a light smirk on his face, Wooyoung bent down, making your back bend further and his cock drill deeper into you. He reconnected his lips with your and kissed you sweetly as his waist ruthlessly slammed against yours. You heard little grunts and groans slip out from him when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, the pitch of them getting higher as his orgasm neared.

“Cum with me, baby,” Wooyoung uttered as his breathing hitched.

When Wooyoung thrust into you as hard as he could, you felt your thighs start to tremble again. White filled your vision as the two of you came together, the harmony of your moan and his groan echoing in the room. You felt the hot ropes of cum collect within you as he came inside, his cock twitching slightly as he pulled out and hovered above you.

“How do you feel?” he asked you softly, his hand caressing your face.

You merely responded with a nod and a smile, making the man smile back at you. He was going to get off the bed to get you water and start to clean the two of you up, but before he could move away, you reached for his cock and started stroking it, the man flinching and shivering as he felt your hand barely grasp and tug.

“We’re not done here,” you whispered to him as you continued to pump.

“Whatever you say, baby. I’m all yours tonight.”

“Baby, don’t cry,” Wooyoung said quietly. “I’ll see you soon, right?

You couldn’t help it— you always cried when Wooyoung left. Three more weeks, you had to keep telling yourself. You would see him again in three weeks.

Wooyoung cupped your face and dried your tears. He had a soft, reassuring smile on his face, making you feel only a tiny bit better. What really made you feel better was the gentle kiss he left you.

“I’ll miss you, baby,” he told you before heading into the airport.

“I’ll miss you, too,” you responded while waving him goodbye.

You thought it would be three weeks, but that certainly was not the case. Honestly, you really wished that he had made it back to where he needed to work, that he would work for three more weeks and then return to you for good, but that didn’t happen.

What happened was a huge mistake. It all happened so fast. Air traffic control cleared Wooyoung’s plane for take off while also clearing another commercial aircraft for landing. The flight had barely gotten 15,000 feet in the sky before the two plane made contact. You didn’t see the collision, but you heard it, and your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. You hoped and prayed that it wasn’t your beloved’s flight, but it was.

He was taken to the hospital in your city immediately. Out of two flights of hundreds of civilians, he was the sole survivor, and doctors worked day and night to make sure he would survive for certain.

The doctors put Wooyoung in a medically induced coma to fix all of the damage that air accident caused. He had so many broken bones, so much internal bleeding, and burn wounds all over his body since the flights had burst into flames upon crashing to the ground. It seemed hopeless, but you never gave up hope— you refused to give up hope.

You could barely sleep, you could barely eat. You stayed at the hospital day and night, refusing to go home until you knew that the love of your life was safe. The doctors had to come and reassure you multiple times that his condition was stable, that you could go home and visit in the morning, that you should sleep in a proper bed before you start to endure your own health problems. It was only when they allowed you in his room did you stop sleeping in the hospital.

Wooyoung looked… He did not look like himself laying in that bed. His face was covered with bandages and scars that doctors said would go away after some time, but he looked like he had gone to hell and back. To be fair, though, going through a horrible accident like that was like going to hell and back. Still, seeing him motionless and unresponsive in the hospital bed was sometimes too much for your heart, but you refused to leave his side even when your heart was bawling for him.

It was late at night when Wooyoung came to. You had decided to spend the night at the hospital that night he came to, so you were asleep in the arm chair in his room. Wooyoung’s eyes lingered on you as he sat up, but his eyes were bleak, dull, devoid of all emotion.

He remained sitting in the hospital bed as he turned to look out the window. It was raining that night, and he just stared at the water droplets collecting on the glass. He did have one emotion, actually, and that was confusion. He didn’t know where he was, what was going on, why he was there, and who the person in the room with him was. The only thing he knew was that he didn’t want to be there.

Wooyoung tried to get up, but his body was in so much pain that he couldn’t put any pressure on his arms— it was a miracle he was able to sit up without pain.

The sound of Wooyoung hissing in pain woke you up. You stirred and barely blinked the sleep out of your eyes when you saw him sitting up, your entire body immediately waking up. You covered your mouth and started sobbing, relief washing over you from head to toe. You shot out of the chair and knelt by his side as you reached for his hand.

“Oh my God, baby, you’re awake! You have no idea how—”

“Who are you?”

You froze. Your blood ran cold, and your heart nearly sank into your stomach.

What?

“I… Um,” you cleared your throat. “I’m your girlfriend, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung blinked in surprise. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to place you.

“…Who?”

“Y/N,” your voice trembled. “Your— Your girlfriend…”

“That’s… Not possible…” Wooyoung whispered.

You were about to start crying all over again, this time for a different reason. You got up and immediately ran to get the doctors. As the doctors checked his condition, you stood outside the room and waited, your mind swirling, your heart racing.

“Who are you?”

“Y/N?” a doctor snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?”

“From what we can tell, Wooyoung seems to be experiencing some amnesia,” they explained. “The accident must’ve been so traumatic that it made him forget the plane crash and why he was on that plane in the first place.”

“So… He doesn’t remember me?”

“Unfortunately, that’s what it seems like. He can remember everything he did in the days leading to the accident, but nothing else. It’s… It’s like you never existed to him.”

Tears streamed down your face. You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs, but there was no way in hell you were going to be able to control your tears, especially not after hearing that the only man you ever loved didn’t remember you at all.

“And… Um… This is probably going to hurt more,” the doctor continued awkwardly. “But, we recommend you… You shouldn’t interact with him.”

“Why?!” you were hysterical at that point.

“If he recollects you and the accident, then he’ll definitely suffer… Most likely, he’ll develop PTSD… And right now, since his mind is wiped clean of the event, we think it’d be better for him to remain that way…”

Part of you wanted to choke the doctor— yeah, it did fucking hurt to hear that you should stay away from the love of your life for the rest of your life. But you didn’t want Wooyoung to be unhappy. You didn’t want to think about him having survivors guilt, him remembering what it was like for that flight to collide and go down, him suffering nightmares because of everything. If the price of keeping him happy and ignorant was you, you were going to do it. Anything for Wooyoung.

Anything for the one true love of your life.

You never really moved on. You managed to focus on yourself and live your own life, but you were never able to fall in love ever again. It had been years, but you still could only think about Wooyoung.

You usually liked to go to a café to work since you were allowed to work wherever you wanted— remote jobs are truly the best— and you always chose this one particular place near your apartment because it was quaint, it was cozy, and best of all, it was usually empty whenever you wanted to sit and work.

Which meant you were able to see every single person that entered the shop, which meant that you got a perfectly clear shot of Wooyoung sauntering through the door.

Tears immediately sprang to your eyes. Even though it had been years, and even after all of the surgery and the scars and burns, Wooyoung looked the same. He looked just as happy, just as beautiful, just as… Just as he did before the accident.

You desperately tried to focus on your work. You hid behind your computer and stared at the screen until your eyes dried up for the most part. But, all of that was futile, because as soon as you thought you had recovered, someone sat across from you— Wooyoung sat across from you.

“Hi,” he started— God, it had been so long since you heard his voice, you were ready to start fully sobbing. “You look like you could use a friend, or at least a shoulder to cry on.”

“I— I’m perfectly fine,” you managed out after barely clearing your throat.

“Are you sure? I promise I’m a good listener.”

“I’m sure.”

It fucking sucked to be so curt with him, but you needed to get away from him. So, you packed up your bag and got up, the man’s eyes following your movement with slight sadness.

“Well…” he said softly. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll get better.”

No, it wouldn’t. But he didn’t need to know that. You responded with a small nod and quickly made your way to the entrance, only for you to nearly collide with another woman. You muttered an apology and had one foot out the door when you heard it.

“Baby!”

You looked over your shoulder to see the woman run to Wooyoung and jump into his arms, Wooyoung hugging her tightly, happily. You could barely watch as you saw him kiss her gently, the same way he had you before he got on that fucking flight.

Numb, you left the shop. You walked all the way home in a daze, your face completely flat until you got into your apartment where you collapsed to the ground and started fully sobbing. You wailed and tried to drown out the sound of Wooyoung’s voice that lingered in your head, your heart.

“I’ll miss you, baby.”

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