#jung wooyoung fic

[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

a/n the fact i update this either everyday or every other day… but hope you guys dont mind </3 the next update will be a little slower due to work and trying to bag these ateez tickets with my partner 🙁

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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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Dark Room - Wooyoung

"Working these late shifts with you has only made that urge grow, and I can’t contain my thoughts about you anymore."

•pairing: photographer!wooyoung x fem!photographer!reader

•word count: 1.9k

•tags: mdni, nonidol, dark room sex, wooyoung and reader are photographers, sensory deprivation(?), praise, fingering, wooyoung and reader have secretly liked each other for a long time, dirty talk, slight choking, ...did I miss anything?

Summary: Wooyoung and you work late shift at a photography studio and things gets a little risque in the dark room.

A/N: Inspired by my job honestly. Had this fantasy while working late one day and thought..mm yes Wooyoung would do this. I would like to preface that the dark room where I work is NOT the traditional, red lit, dark room. It's literally pitch black when you shut the door. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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“Ah shit,” You curse out as you see the message on one of the printer computers. “Wooyoung, can you grab a Color Developer chemical for me? I need to change paper real quick, and my hands are kinda full!” Softly shouting from across the studio in hopes he could hear you from his desk.

“Yeah, I got it Y/N!” 

“Awesome! Thank you!”

Both you and Wooyoung have been working the late shift at your photography job for a couple weeks now. You’ve been behind on processing orders because you were understaffed or everyone else had kids to take care of and had to be home by a certain time. This year has been crazy for school and sports pictures; taking on more schools and leagues, needing to train the new hires that only stay about a month and then leave, managing two printers that constantly need either paper changed or chemicals added to the bins, or the printer deciding to eat the photographs, causing you to have to reprint them—it was hell. You and Wooyoung however, were the perfect combination to take on night shifts! Naturally being night owls, not having kids to take care of, and working well together, you got more done than anyone else in the office could from their 7-3 shift. Hell, for the amount of work you do, you should be getting a raise or double pay, but alas, your boss doesn’t think that way. 

Taking the empty paper cartridge back to the dark room, you snuck back out and browsed the shelf for the correct roll of paper, grabbing it before you turned around. You snuck a glance at Wooyoung grabbing the chemical off the shelf just down the hall. You shot him a quick smile before going into the room. Setting the paper down on the ground and moving the chair close to the wall so you could get a feel of your surroundings before entering complete darkness. The seal on the door wasn’t the best, so slamming it was the only way to ensure no light would get into the room. You flipped the lightswitch off and sat down in the chair.

While opening the paper case, you couldn’t help but think of the way Wooyoung’s long, black hair framed his face perfectly, when his bangs would occasionally get in his eyes, and the way he would tossle his head to move the pieces out of his way. Sometimes, when it was hot outside on a sports shoot, he would tie it up into a cute ponytail with such ease. The way he interacted with kids while on shoots, seeing his childlike nature come out and the kids getting along with him, was great. It absolutely melted your heart to see him so good with the kids. Always getting the best smiles out of them and staying on schedule while making the kids feel comfortable. On the opposite side of the spectrum, he really knew how to run the show. The way his voice commanded all the other employees on the job, telling them exactly what to do and making sure they were doing everything correctly. He hated to see people getting yelled at for taking “bad” photographs, but really it’s just the head photographer having a stick up his ass and being hard on everyone else while he does the same level of work, so he just wanted to make sure he appeased everyone. 

Being in your own head, thinking about Wooyoung while changing the paper, you hear three knocks on the door.

“Helloooo? Y/N? You alright in there? Did you get swallowed by the dark abyss?” Wooyoung’s voice rang out from the other side.

“Shit.” You mutter to yourself. “N-No Wooyoung, I’m fine and perfectly alive! I just uh..had trouble closing the…lid.” You faked slamming the “lid” shut to make your statement seem believable.

“Oh gotcha, yeah, that thing is a bitch sometimes. Well, could you hurry up? I haven’t been able to finish the chemical cause I have to grab water and well uh…you’re in the room with the sink.”

“Oh right! Sorry!” You scrambled to clean the area up, almost forgetting there is a giant box in front of you and hitting your foot against the top of it, causing you to almost fall forward onto the door handle, but you caught your balance just in time. You pick up the cartridge and set it on the chair you were just sitting in to make room to open the door. You grabbed the handle, slowly turned it, and pulled the door towards you, hoping not to scare Wooyoung. You peaked your head around the side of the door and smiled.

“She’s all your’s~!” You stepped into the light and looked at Wooyoung to see his hands were empty and not carrying the water jugs. Your eyebrows contorted. “Uh.. your hands are empt-.” Your words were cut off by Wooyoung pushing you back into the room, grabbing the door from your hands, and slamming it behind him. The darkness of the room settled in, and you felt uneasy, not knowing where Wooyoung was. “W-Woo?”

“I’m right here~.” He said lowly and you felt his breath against the side of your neck. His hands softly trailing down your side and stopping right above your waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You protested and tried to squirm your way out of his grasp. His grasp on you only tightened as he had no intention of letting you go.

“Y/N I can’t help myself. Ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve had the biggest crush on you. Working these late shifts with you has only made that urge grow, and I can’t contain my thoughts about you anymore.” You felt your cheeks get hot and your thighs clench together. Did he really think about you this way?

“W-Wooyoung..” Your voice trailed off, not knowing how to feel about his confession.

“I think about you every night before I go to bed. Perhaps in ways that I…shouldn’t, but you’re just so beautiful.” Wooyoung brushes the stray hairs off your face and tucks them behind your ear. His breath feels warm against you and sends chills down your spine. You feel Wooyoung lean closer to you and his lips are right against your ear. “I touch myself to the thought of you. My name coming out of those precious lips of yours. I want you so bad Y/N. Please.” 

“Fuck.” You mutter softly. His hands playfully sliding up and down your waist. You couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of Wooyoung thinking about you this way. 

“If I may have your permission, Y/N.” You softly nodded your head, allowing him to touch you in whatever way he wanted to. “I can’t see you love; I need you to use your words for me.”

“Y-yes Wooyoung…please.” You beg, and not a moment later, Wooyoung is kissing down your neck, occasionally nipping at your skin, causing you to groan. You tilt your head back so it is resting on his right shoulder. The feeling of his lips against your neck is intoxicating and you couldn’t get enough. He continues to kiss and suck at your neck, making sure to mark you up nice and pretty. A few kisses later, he grabs your hips, giving you a heads-up.

“Turn around baby.” His hands allow you to spin in place, not leaving your side and once you are fully turned around, he places them back onto your hips and you feel him lean into you again. Your lips search for his through the darkness, bumping into his cheek accidentally, and you let out a soft giggle. Soon your lips meet and you are passionately making out in the dark. His hands continue to feel up and down your body, one hand snaking its way to your ass and he grips it harshly. A soft moan leaves your mouth into the kiss. You feel Wooyoung’s lips form a smirk and he continues to grip onto your ass.

“You like that, huh?”

“Fuck, y-yes I do~.” You pant out, slightly out of breath. Wooyoung’s other hand, not playing with your ass, begins to toy its way down your waistband and slips through down to your underwear. His fingers tease the wet patch in your underwear that has been forming since he slammed the door, causing you to moan and tilt your head back against the door.

“So wet for me already babygirl~. You’ve wanted this to happen for a while, haven’t you?” You can only moan in response, his fingers pressing into you and you hear Wooyoung groan softly, his hips rutting against your thigh as he fingers you. “Making me so…fuck…fucking hard.” 

“Woo..p-please stop teasing m-me. I need you.”

“As you wish~.” He wastes no time pushing your underwear to the side and slipping his fingers inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry out. His fingers stretching you more than your own or any toy ever has. You bite your lip and grind against his hand.

“H-Holy shit you do need me.” He chuckles at your body reacting this way to him. You’re absolutely driving him insane. “Wish I could see that pretty face of yours. Watch your face as I fuck you nice and good with my fingers.”

“W-Wooyoung~.” The dirty talk was getting you to your climax faster than you thought. His voice ringing through your ear like a melody you wanted to listen to on repeat forever.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re taking them so well.” You can’t see his face, but the way that sentence came out sounded like he was gritting his teeth together. You could feel your head spinning and you knew you were close to your release.

“Wooyoung, I-.” Your words are cut off by a moan slipping from your throat. “I need your hand on my neck.”

“Ho hoh~ kinky are we~? I always knew you were a whore.” Wooyoung quickly takes the hand that was playing with your ass and grabs your neck—not too hard, applying just enough pressure that you were seeing static.

“Y-Yes! Just like that.” You manage to choke out and feel the knot forming in your stomach. Your pussy clenches around Wooyoung’s fingers.

“Want you to cum on my fingers princess. I know you can do it.” Wooyoung’s demanding encouragement was all you needed to hear for the knot in your stomach to release. Wooyoung’s grip on your neck lessens, and a string of curses mixed with his name come out of your mouth. "Fuck, you sound so beautiful. Exactly how I pictured it.” Wooyoung pulls his hand out of your pants and kisses your lips gently.

“W-Wooyoung~.” Your voice is no louder than a whisper.

“Sshhh sh sh darling, I know~. Take your time recovering.” Wooyoung caresses the side of your face and wraps his other hand around your waist. He gently moves you out of the way and opens the door slowly, letting the light from the hallway come in, and you squint your eyes from being in the dark for so long. Wooyoung turns around and looks at you. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous even after your insides get rearranged by my hand.” You softly chuckle at his remark and lift your hand to swat at his shoulder.

“Not my fault; you know your way around~.”

“Guess working these late shifts together helped me get to know you better~.” A soft smile forms on his face. You feel yourself blush, and you shy away from looking at him. “Come on. Let’s get back to business.” He offers his hand for you to grab and you gladly take it. He walks you out of the room and down the hallway into the main area of the building.

“So…you working tomorrow~?” You ask playfully.

“I most definitely will be if you’re here.”

“Always.”

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[stayteezdreams]

Hold Still

Plot: Wooyoung asks you to do his makeup for a costume party, but it's only an excuse to get close to you.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Gn!Reader (established relationship)

Prompt: 'Trying to paint their face but they won't stop trying to kiss you' -- Requested By: @tumbleboof

Warnings: Slightly suggestive content + Kissing.

Words: 1.2k

As you looked over all of the makeup you had set out on the counter, making sure you had brought everything, Wooyoung watched you with an adoring and excited smile.

He knew you would say yes to helping him with his makeup for the party. And the excitement you showed only made him even happier that he asked.

The makeup he wanted wasn't complicated, just the basic dead, pale zombie style, with a few of your own personal touches thrown in. When you asked why he wanted your help rather than just doing it himself, he said that he would make it look bad.

You didn't necessarily disagree with this, so you decided you would help him.

Truthfully, Wooyoung was going to do it himself, he didn't mind how it looked all that much. But he wanted an excuse to be around you.

With how busy he had gotten, he hadn't been able to spend as much time with you as either of you wanted. And Wooyoung was getting...needy.

"Okay, ready?" You asked as you looked over at him.

He smiled and nodded, doing as you instructed as you began to prep his face.

You were fully aware of how Wooyoung's eyes never left your face. You also noticed the smirks he gave you when you got particularly close to him, and how his hands would gently hold of touch your legs or waist.

He was always like this with you, so it didn't feel particularly new. However, as time went on Wooyoung began making your job a lot more difficult.

Leaning close to apply vein-like details around his eye, Wooyoung took the opportunity to strike.

The second you looked away from him to grab something he smirked knowingly. As you looked back, you felt his lips press against yours, catching you off guard.

You blinked in surprise as he grinned proudly. You let out a soft laugh and shook your head a bit before continuing with his makeup.

You mistakenly expected it to be a one-time thing, but before you could even finish one detail of his makeup, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth.

"Wooyoung." You grumbled as you tried not to ruin the makeup.

He giggled softly, which you had to admit, made your heart flutter.

"What? I can't kiss my partner?"

"You can, just not when I'm trying to do your makeup."

He pouted, "That's no fun."

The third time, you saw it coming. You saw the way his eyes flicked to your lips, then to your hands. The second he moved, you stood up making him almost lose his balance as he collided with nothing but air rather than your face.

He met your eyes and saw the smirk on your face as he pouted dramatically.

"Heyy!."

"What?" You asked innocently, making him laugh in frustration.

The fourth time, you caught him again, but this time, by placing your hand to stop him.

"Hold still."

He groaned and stomped his feet a bit, "Y/nnnn"

"Wooyouuung" You mocked his tone. "Unless you want to look like a Nosferatu reject, let me finish." You chuckled.

As you began applying makeup to his lips, he kept pulling away with fits of giggles. "It tickles!"

You laughed but grabbed his chin to keep him close to you. "I said hold still."

You saw the spark in his eye as you did this, but ignored it.

Making the mistake of looking away to get more product, you shouldn't have been surprised when you felt his lips smash into yours when you looked back.

Instead of a quick peck however, his hand cupped your chin as he kissed you deeply.

When he pulled away with a grin, you immediately saw the smeared makeup and groaned, knowing you would now not only have to fix it, but remove the makeup from your face as well.

He laughed at the sight of makeup on our lips, once again proud of his actions, as you smacked his arm playfully.

"I'm never helping you with your makeup again."

"Aww, come on!" He said happily as he pulled you towards him, making you sit in his lap.

You tried to glare at him, but the pull of your lips was too obvious as he giggled, pressing a kiss to your cheek and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You can't escape now!"

"Well then I guess you are going to the party like this."

You showed him his face in a small mirror and he laughed, seeing just how much he smeared his makeup.

"You can fix it like this can't you?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye as he squeezed you softly, not wanting you to move.

You rolled your eyes but grinned, feeling butterflies at his need for playful affection.

"Fine, but I swear to G-'"

"I'll be good." He cut you off with a grin you didn't believe for a second.

"Mhhmm, you better."

"Or what?" He challenged and you glared playfully at him.

"Or else I'll apply the rest of your makeup with permanent marker."

He laughed at your threat, watching you lovingly as you finished applying his makeup.

"You know I asked you to do this so I could spend time with you right?"

You grinned as you nodded, "Yes, I know. That's why I agreed to it too."

He grinned and leaned forward but you caught his eye with a small "Tsk".

He pressed his lips into a thin line and you couldn't repress a chuckle. Leaning forward, you pressed a soft and fast kiss to his lips, hoping the makeup had dried enough to not transfer.

Wooyoung grinned at the action as his hands squeezed your waist in delight. Looking over at the makeup, his eyes lit up as he got an idea.

"Can I do your makeup?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aww, why?"

"One, it will never get done because you won't stop trying to kiss me. And two, you have no idea how to do it, I'll end up looking like some Ronald McDonald rip-off."

He frowned, wanting to argue, but decided against it, knowing you were probably right.

"Fine." He sighed, admitting defeat.

You smiled at his tone as you set your brush down. "Done!"

He grinned happily as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"I knew you'd do a great job!" He said cheerfully, before he looked back at you with a more serious gaze.

"What?"

Leaning closer he whispered. "Hold still."

The seriousness of his tone caught you off guard as you froze. He hooked his fingers under your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips. He made sure not to give into his desire fully, not wanting to ruin your work again.

Pulling away, you saw a familiar twinkle in his eyes that made your stomach swirl. He swiped his thumb over your lips to get rid of any color that transferred.

He met your eyes and hummed. "I'm tempted to blow the party off."

You let out a soft laugh "And let all my hard work go to waste?" You shook your head and he chuckled.

"Fine, but you're all mine when we get home alright?"

You laughed as you nodded your head, "Deal."

xx End xx

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[yuyusuyu]

birthday cake!

pairing. non idol! jung wooyoung x non idol! fem! reader

synopsis. all wooyoung wants is to help in making his birthday cake, but instead he finds himself with his cake smeared on his face.

warnings. mentions food, pet names

genres. fluff, established relationship, non idol au

rating. sfw

wc. 0.7k

a/n. birthday special for wooyoung! (we will be pretending, yet again, that this was posted on his birthday 🙌🏼)

reblogs and comments are appreciated as it helps with not getting shadowbanned!

WOOYOUNG watches you dance around the kitchen, weaving past the kitchen island in the cramped space with a bowl in hand. he snorts in amusement when you yelp, whining as you rub your hip after having bumped into the corner of the island table. “need help over there, sweets?” you quickly nod, beckoning him over. he skips towards you, kissing your cheek and stilling behind you. “what do you need?”

“try this and tell me if you like it,” you mumble, grabbing a spoon from a drawer and dipping it into the bowl of cream cheese frosting. lifting it up to his lips, you watch wooyoung lick the frosting off the spoon and wait for his response with bated breath. you chew on the inside of your cheek, the action short lived when wooyoung suddenly moans out loud. in a panic, you slap his arm to which he whines, pouting.

“why did you hit me?” he asks, jutting his bottom lip out even more.

scoffing, you place the bowl of frosting on the counter and twist around, looking at your boyfriend through narrowed eyes. “because you are going to get the attention of—”

seonghwa walks into the kitchen, staring at both of you with a raised brow. “everyone heard that,” he says, lips forming a straight line. “please behave. everyone is thinking you’re doing something… else in the kitchen.”

“we aren’t doing anything!” you shove wooyoung away from you, waving your arms about wildly in the midst of his laughter. “he’s just being weird!” turning towards the oreo haired male, you point in seonghwa’s direction, “go with him.”

“uh, no?” wooyoung chuckles, patting your shoulder, “i’m staying here with you. gotta help my baby out with my birthday cake after all!”

you roll your head to the side, giving seonghwa a pleading look. “please get him out of the kitchen, hwa,” you press your hands together, shaking them, “i need to finish his stupid cake now in peace.”

“stupid ca—hyung! wait, no!” wooyoung is dragged out of the kitchen, his voice growing fainter the further he gets pulled away. the moment he’s out of the kitchen, he swears time starts going by at the pace of a snail. he blows raspberries, paces around the living room, goes into his and your shared room and lays in the bed, gets bored and walks out into the living room. his first victim is seonghwa, annoying him before switching over to yeosang. he rotates between the two until you walk out from the kitchen, carrying a white cake decorated with small drawings of foxes on it. he counts twenty-four candles on it, all lit, once you’re close enough. 

“it looks good, sweets!” wooyoung gushes, attempting to swipe some of the frosting off with a finger only for you to smack it away. he gasps, cradling his finger close to his chest, a pout on his lips. “how dare you hit the birthday boy!”

“i’m about to do worse to the birthday boy if he doesn’t start behaving,” you huff with narrowed eyes.

wooyoung clears his throat and with raised hands, he says, “yes, ma’am.”

happily humming, you hush everyone and tell them that at the count of three, they can start singing happy birthday to wooyoung. said male shuffles over to your side, smiling as he drops his chin onto your shoulder with his arms around your waist, eyes forming crescent moons as everyone begins singing. he taps along to the beat on your waist, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “make a wish,” you whisper, grinning.

wooyoung’s smile grows wider. he straightens his back, stepping to the side to stand next to you while you turn slightly in his direction, raising the cake higher. he closes his eyes, wishes for something and opens them, blowing the candles out. everyone cheers, a chorus of snorts and laughter following afterwards when you shove the cake into wooyoung’s face quickly, careful to not push it too far into him so that everyone could actually eat. among the laughter, hongjoong yells ‘sweet revenge!’ making everyone laugh harder.

the birthday boy doesn’t pay attention to the commotion, instead wagging a finger at you with furrowed eyebrows. “just you wait, y/n,” he warns, “i’ll get you when it’s your birthday. mark my words.”

“in your dreams,” you laugh, leading everyone to the table. you place the cake down and grab a napkin, dabbing it over wooyoung’s face and cleaning up the cake from his skin all the while he sulks. it doesn’t last long, a smile soon breaking out on his face when you press your lips against his in a quick kiss, muttering, “happy birthday, my love.”

maybe he’ll let your betrayal slide just this once… maybe.

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[cybrsan]

Treasure — J.WY [Pt. 1]

STORY SUMMARY: Wooyoung is moon-blessed, a waterbender born under the Siren Moon that rises once every 88 years. His blessing is believed to be his unique and powerful healing abilities that he has coined “Wavesong.” However, his true gift is that of his prophetic dreams, glimpses of futures yet to unfold—and you just happen to be the subject of his recent visions.

PAIRING: Waterbender Jung Wooyoung x Non-Bender F!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; angst, fluff, eventual smut ; ATLA au, enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

WARNINGS: Minor POV switches

A/N: This story has been a long time coming. It is the second addition to my "Ode To ATEEZ" series and the first to my "Together in Harmony" series. I decided to split it into chapters because I believe it will flow better that way. I hope you enjoy!

LINKS: Ode To ATEEZ Masterlist | Together in Harmony Masterlist | Cross-posted on AO3

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Crossing the Desert of Eden is not for the faint of heart. It is one of the world’s greatest paradoxes, a place where nature's most wonderful and most dangerous creatures coexist in a delicate balance. Even the sand itself is an example of this—crystalline and beautiful, ever sparkling under the light of the sun, yet each granule is as jagged as splinters of glass. Without proper foot bindings, your journey cannot even begin.

Amidst the harsh landscape, pockets of life burst forth in brilliant defiance. Rare desert blooms dot the barren terrain with bursts of color. Some hold the power to heal, their petals emitting a fragrance that soothes both body and soul. Others are laced with deadly venom, capable of stopping a heart with but a single touch.

Sand serpents slither through the dunes, their scales nearly translucent, giving them the ability to blend in seamlessly with the landscape. One bite is all it takes for total paralysis to overtake you, rendering you incapacitated for mere minutes to hours at a time. Celestial birds soar overhead, searching for prey, their wings casting shadows on the ground below.

And even if you’re able to avoid those threats, blinding winds carry grains of sand like lashes, stinging skin, obliterating landmarks, and disorienting even the most skilled navigators. The desert swallows the unwary, erasing their footprints from existence.

It is in this very place that Wooyoung finds himself, accompanied by seven of his fellow benders. In normal circumstances, he would avoid a place like this at all costs, his sense of self-preservation persevering over the curiosity of what secrets the desert holds. But things haven’t been normal for a long, long time. 

He feels like he’s been walking for days, his legs heavy and leaden. Despite his protective robes, the wind and sand have whipped at his skin, leaving it battered and raw. Just one look at the faces of his companions is enough to prove he isn’t the only one feeling this way. The only one who seems miraculously energized is their de-facto leader, Hongjoong. He moves forward with ferocity, a tinge of madness in his eyes.

To his left, Yeosang stumbles, nearly falling onto the sand below. Wooyoung reaches out for him, a second too slow, but luckily San reacts quicker, catching him by the arm. The exhaustion has begun to take its toll. Everyone comes to a stop, nervous energy flowing between them. Everyone except Hongjoong, that is. Seonghwa, the eldest of the group and the one with the most power after their leader, places a hand on his shoulder.

“We need to rest, Joong. Look at the kids—they’re exhausted. Yeosang almost collapsed.”

‘The kids.’ Wooyoung frowns, the endearment not sparking the same joy that it used to. Seonghwa and Hongjoong may only be a year older than the rest of them—two in Jongho’s case—but they’ve always referred to them that way. Wooyoung used to find it cute, often teasing them about how they acted like an old married couple. He supposes that the recent distaste for the nickname comes from the fact that Hongjoong hasn’t been the same ever since he told him about his dream.

It takes a moment for Hongjoong to comprehend what Seonghwa said, thoughts still elsewhere. Yet once his eyes find Yeosang, he immediately acquiesces, apologizing for not stopping sooner. His entire demeanor seems to soften, making him seem more like himself. Wooyoung already feels like he can breathe better because of it. 

“Hopefully we aren’t too far from a Dweller community,” Hongjoong says, taking out his compass. “Let’s go.”

The Dune Dwellers are natives of Eden, having found ways to thrive in even the most unfavorable conditions. They aren’t particularly fond of outsiders, regarding any so-called adventurers as naive and stupid more than anything else. They often find the remains of the less fortunate, bodies lost to the sand. Dwellers are some of the only people who know how to navigate the desert and survive, but even they won’t wander into it aimlessly, searching for a treasure that may or may not exist.

Luckily, it isn’t long until they find one of their communities with Hongjoong’s guidance. Tracking their location becomes easier when you familiarize yourself with the signs the locals leave for one another, like a carving in a rock or some shimmering paint on a cactus. Things that are easy to miss when you don’t know what you’re looking for. 

The town is small, cut through the middle by a bustling market area teeming with vendors trying to pawn off their goods. Wooyoung immediately feels some of his tension fade away, the lively environment making him feel more at home. You wouldn’t expect any place in such a barren landscape to be so full of life, but the Dwellers have a thriving community of their own despite their living conditions.

The sounds of haggling and bartering are music to his ears, and he quickly finds himself imbued with newfound energy, eager to start talking to people and fishing for information. Maybe he’ll be able to find some clues as to Pandora’s location, and Hongjoong can finally be appeased. He makes a quick plan with the others to meet at the town’s small inn at sunset before wandering off on his own. 

The scent of spices, freshly baked bread, and cooking meat mingle in the air as he walks, making his mouth water. He stops at a stall selling juice made from prickly pears, kept cool by the waterbender who continuously refreezes the ice it sits upon. In exchange for a few copper coins, he buys a glass and greedily gulps it down.

He shivers, the cold drink a shock to his system in the hot, dry climate. It is both tangy and sweet and he hums, pleased, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and returns the glass to the merchant. Just as he goes to pull his hand back, the man grabs his wrist. Wooyoung's heart jumps in his chest and, though he tries to keep his composure, he is sure the shock shows on his face. Dwellers may not greet outsiders with open arms, but they’ve never shown any outward acts of aggression toward them before.  

“What are you doing here, nakuto? You’re a long way from the Water Tribe.”

Wooyoung gently removes his arm from the man’s grasp, though he is no longer fearful. The term nakuto, a respectable term for ‘young one,’ brings back memories of his home and instantly puts him at ease. “How did you know I was a waterbender?” 

“I don’t see many of my own kind out here; most are exiles from the Fire Nation or native sandbenders. Your necklace gives you away.”

Instinctively, Wooyoung reaches up, fingers caressing the delicate shells around his neck. He supposes it is reminiscent of the Water Tribe, but he’s worn it for years and barely remembers that it’s there. It was a gift from his brother, a good luck charm given to him when he left for the Fire Nation seven years ago. 

The man continues, “Did something happen to your Tribe, boy? It’s not safe out here.”

“No, it’s not like that. I’m here with a group of other benders—we’re looking for the eternal library, Pandora.”

“Pandora,” the man scoffs. “A myth. You should turn back while you still can.”

“I’m afraid turning back isn’t an option. Come on, pakana. Surely you must know something.” 

The man harrumphs, though Wooyoung can tell the use of the honorific pleases him by the slight smile that tugs at his lips. “You can call me Marok.”

“I’m Wooyoung.”

“Well, Wooyoung, there really isn’t that much information out there about Pandora; I probably don’t know much more than you do.” Marok creates a small stream of water from the melting ice, absent-mindedly spinning it around his fingers as he talks. “I’ll tell you what—go talk to ol’ Nadira. She’s a sandbender, and been here almost all her life. If anyone were to know something, it’d be her. Go west of town and look for a purple tent with yellow flags.”

“Thank you, Marok—I appreciate your help. Yui remoi.”

“Bayui jilok.”

Wooyoung nods, acknowledging Marok’s blessing, and starts to head west. The sun has begun to set, and he suspects he has less than an hour before he has to meet the others at the inn. Hopefully, whoever Nadira is, she’ll be cooperative. With the town being as small as it is, it doesn’t take him long to reach the outskirts, and the bright purple tent is easy to spot, a beacon of color amongst the sand. Just as he reaches the entrance, a girl pushes the flap aside, nearly bumping into him as she exits in a hurry. 

“Sorry,” she mutters, barely acknowledging him as she rushes back to town. 

The hair on the back of Wooyoung’s neck stands up. He doesn’t get a good look at her face, but her voice and white robes… He stops himself, shaking away the uncomfortable feeling of familiarity. Her eerie similarity to the girl he’s been seeing in his dreams for the past few nights is of little importance. He’s not trusting his visions ever again and will do whatever he can to avoid those uncertain futures. He quickly enters the tent, ready to get some answers so that he and the others can leave this town and the girl behind come morning.

You rush past the boy entering the tent, barely sparing him a glance as you hurry back toward town. Your conversation with Nadira was unsatisfactory, to say the least. She couldn’t tell you much more than you already knew, which is that Pandora is near impossible to find and even harder to get into, especially as a non-bender. It’s rumored to be buried far under the sand, sealed shut by an elemental lock. However, she was surprised by the map you carried with you, saying she hadn’t ever known there to be someone who successfully cataloged all of Eden. She couldn’t confirm whether or not the entirety of it was correct, though she did verify that certain locations lined up with her own knowledge of the desert.

You relax your steps, an exasperated laugh slipping from your lips as you realize you were practically stomping out of frustration. You take a moment to center yourself; as tempting as it may be to sell the map to the nearest street vendor, you’ve traveled too long and too far to give up now. Freedom is nearly in your grasp—you can feel it. You will claw your way to it if you must.      

Double-checking that the map is secure inside your sling bag, you tighten the strap around your torso and head through the doors of the inn. The atmosphere is much livelier now that it’s late afternoon, with talking and laughter nearly drowning out the small band playing in the corner. The bar area seems to be where most people are congregating, chugging down mead and ale. The one serving maid is busy juggling orders from all directions, delivering filled mugs to rowdy drinkers who seem to enjoy cheering each other on for every sip taken. 

As you weave through the crowded tables in search of a seat, you can’t help but notice a group of travelers that stand out from the crowd. You could sense their disharmony from a mile away—two members seem to be locked in a heated argument, heads close together as they speak in hushed voices. A few of the others seem to be playing a drinking game that involves making silly gestures and mimicking one another while one boy gazes off into the distance, lost in thought. Your interest peaked, you take a seat at the bar, right next to a man who has several empty tankards in front of him. He doesn’t seem too inebriated, but surely he’s drunk enough that his lips will be loose. 

You place a few coins on the counter, ordering two drinks. You slide one to the man to capture his attention and nod in the group's direction, asking, “So, what do you know about the new guys in town?” 

The man eyes you, scrutinizing your appearance. He must see something that he likes because he decides to indulge you, taking the ale in hand and relaxing further into his seat. “Heard from the barkeep that they’re some adventurers tryna find the library of Pandora.” He huffs and takes a long drink before adding, “A buncha fools.” 

You bristle, wanting to defend them as their goal seems to be the same as yours, but you stop yourself, not wanting to discourage the man from sharing more information. “I see. Are they benders?” 

He nods. “Yeah, far as I know. One of ‘em is apparently tryna get some information outta Nadira.” 

You think back to the boy you saw entering the tent and curse yourself for not paying more attention. You could have talked to him, asked him why he was seeing Nadira, and proposed some sort of alliance. Winning one man over would be easier than winning over seven all at once. But alas, that seems to be your only option. Taking one last swig of your ale, you hop off the bar stool and give the man a two-finger salute.

“Thanks for your time—enjoy the rest of your night.” 

He raises his mug and bids you farewell as you turn around, steeling your nerves as you march right up to the group of benders. One of the quarreling men who dons a head of striking red hair notices you first, his eyes instantly narrowing upon your approach. He slides closer to the others, almost protective in his movements, seemingly forgetting his previous argument. 

“Can I help you?” 

His voice is steady, laced with none of the heat you had expected. Instead, his words are cold, punctuated in a way that cuts you like a knife. However, you refuse to let him intimidate you.

“Yes, actually. I heard you were looking for Pandora.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Why is that of any interest to you?”

“I’m looking for it too.”

“And?”

You grit your teeth, his standoffish attitude grating on your nerves. The man he was fighting with places a hand on his arm and steps slightly in front of him, greeting you with a smile. You can immediately feel the difference in his aura, the gentleness radiating off of him. He is the water to the red-headed man’s fire. Perhaps literally.

“Sorry, Hongjoong is just a bit… on edge lately. I’m Seonghwa.” 

He takes a moment to introduce each of the others before asking for your name in return. You’re surprised to find that they’re a pretty well-balanced group, with at least one bender for each element. That will definitely come in handy when it comes to the elemental lock. You almost can’t believe your luck; after all this time, maybe things are finally turning around in your favor.

Yunho, an airbender who was a part of the group playing the drinking game earlier, chimes in. “So, you’re looking for Pandora too?” 

You nod. “That’s right. I think we can help each other.” You reach into your bag and wrap your fingers around the map. “You see, I—”

“Wooyoung!” 

You’re interrupted by San, a dimpled firebender, who gets up to excitedly greet the missing member of their party; Wooyoung must be the boy you bumped into earlier. Now that you have a moment to actually look at him, you suppose that he’s quite beautiful, with a sharp nose and full lips. His hair is like nothing you have ever seen before—silver on top with blue ends, comparable only to how it looks when the light of the moon meets the sea. 

Your lips barely part to greet him when he turns to you, eyes ablaze with hatred. “What is she doing here?”

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slow it down

nc-17, san/wooyoung/reader, boucy au, boxer!san, pimp!wooyoung (kinda), mafia leader!reader, f/m/m threesome, prostitution (technically), cunnilingus, vaginal sex, felching

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“...3, 2, 1!” DING DING DING!

The audience roars as the referee raises the hand of the winner as the defeated lies motionless on the ground. The winner himself is wavering, having obvious trouble keeping himself standing straight. His face is bloody, his lip is busted and he has bruises everywhere. His white wifebeater is stained with blood and sweat. He drops his hand and looks like he’s about to faint, when his coach (?) comes running to him and catches him at the last moment, holding a water bottle to his mouth and making him drink. The boxer holds on to his coach like a lifeline, swallowing big gulps of water before straightening up and throwing his fist to the air, letting out a victorious yell.

He slumps back to his coach's embrace and lets himself be led off the ring, the coach supporting him carefully so he doesn’t trip. Your eyes are following them, as you are sitting at the bar, sipping your drink. 

They take a stop at the promoters booth where they collect their cash prize and bet money, the coach pocketing the hefty stack of dollars. They talk a little bit more, probably about the possibilities for future matches, before disappearing somewhere in the backstage dressing rooms.

You turn your head back to the stage. The host is already in the ring, trying to introduce the next match’s fighters, but the audience is still yelling the winner’s name like in a trance. San, and he’s obviously the star of tonight’s event. 

You finish your drink, hop off the bar stool and head to the backstage. 

~~~

It doesn’t take long to find the dressing room where they are at - there aren't that many and most of them are empty. You find them in the last one and you know it’s the one where they are immediately - the door is not completely closed and the lights are on. 

You push the door more open and lean in the doorway. San is half-sitting half-lying on a little dinky sofa and his coach is kneeling in front of him, cleaning his wounds. He seems to be talking to San in a calm, low voice, but you can’t make up the words. It feels very intimate. San’s eyes are closed and his coach is turned away from you so neither can see you standing there. It gives you a chance to observe them for a bit. 

San is really handsome. That’s obvious and it’s also the reason why you’re there. His face is naturally beautiful, even marred with scratches and wounds, his hair jet black with strands falling into his face in a charming way. His body is muscular and strong with broad arms, big chest and narrow waist. He’s the epitome of deadly power - silent, strong, but agile. 

His coach - well. You would lie if you said he’s not handsome. He’s nicely built, the pecs peeking from his unbuttoned shirt revealing that he’s more trained and strong than he looks at first sight. His face is also handsome, with his pretty cheekbones and beaky nose. But he looks so sleazy. He looks like he’s there to cause trouble and discussing anything with him is like handling a slimy snake, that’s twisting and turning and slipping out of your hands. He’s attractive, but in an infuriating way.

They haven’t noticed you yet so you clear your throat to get their attention. 

San’s coach turns his head and stands up. 

“Well hello,” he drawls. “I thought we’ve already gotten our reward. Did the bar owners send us a freebie? I’m Wooyoung, what’s your name, beautiful?” he grins and blatantly checks you out. His eyes run over you and he’s clearly enjoying what he sees. You’re dressed casually, in black skinny jeans, black shirt tucked into them and a leather jacket. Your long hair is flowing, as opposed to the conservative intricate bun you wear for your usual meetings. This one is not usual though. 

You shift your weight and subtly move the side of your leather jacket, so he can see the gun strapped on your waist. It wipes his grin out immediately. 

“I’m afraid not. I am Y/N Y/L/N,“  you turn to San. “I saw your match and I have heard a lot about you. I would have a business proposal, if you are interested.” He looks up at you from the sofa, but doesn’t say anything and closes his eyes again, as if he were too tired to even talk.

“That depends on what kind of business,” Wooyung cuts in.

“Excuse me, but I was talking to him, not you,” you frown. He’s already starting to get on your nerves. 

“All the business goes through me,” Wooyung grins dangerously and puts his hand on San’s shoulder, his intent is clearly to show you who’s in charge. 

“So, you’re his pimp,” you raise an eyebrow. 

“I prefer the term manager,” he smiles at you. “After all, he’s always free to refuse any job I get for him.” 

“Then let him hear me out and decide for himself.” you’re getting impatient. 

“Are you some kind of a mafia boss? Because we don’t kill people,” starts Wooyoung, nodding at your gun, but you interrupt him. 

“That’s not the nature of the job I want to offer.” you say. You don’t deny the mafia accusation. 

You wait for the inevitable interruption by Wooyoung, but he just waves his hand to prompt you to continue. 

“As I said, I saw your match and I was really impressed. I would like to buy your time tonight,” you say. 

“For how much?” asks Wooyoung.

“10 000 dollars,” you reply. “Cash, half upfront.” you pull out a wad of banknotes and hold them up, so they know you’re not bluffing. San opens his eyes from where he’s laying sprawled on the sofa. 

“Ooookay?” Wooyoung is obviously surprised. “And what would he do?”

“Well, I would like to make use of his…private time,” you’re not sure how to word it. You don’t want to imply you want him to prostitute himself to you, even though it’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re telling this to Wooyoung, but you’re looking at San. His eyes are intense and he seems fully awake and alerted, also measuring you up with his eyes. 

“I- I’m not sure we do this kind of jobs..” Wooyoung hesitates. 

San pulls on his sleeve. Wooyoung looks at him, and you’re sure there is some kind of telepathic connection going on, because after a few seconds of intense eye contact, Wooyoung turns back to you. “He agrees.” Wooyoung confirms, even though San hasn’t said a word. 

“Do you have anything specific in mind?” 

“Not really. Just, the usual,” you blush. You didn’t think that far, since you didn’t really expect San to agree. “Or anything that occurs in the moment. But, of course, it depends on how San feels about...performing. I’m not sure about the extent of his injuries.”    

“I’m not that injured,” San grumbles. It’s the first time he speaks out loud tonight and it catches you off guard. “I can perform.” He has a nice voice, you think. I wonder how he sounds when he cums.

“Well then, it’s settled,” Wooyoung claps his hands and reaches his palm towards you. You roll your eyes and put half of the money into his hands and he shoves it into his pocket immediately. 

“Do you want to move elsewhere?” he asks. 

“No, here is sufficient.” You would never admit it too Wooyoung, but fucking in dirty dressing room at the backstage of the boxer match, with the door that doesn’t lock well… it gives you the thrills already.

“Okay,” he replies and throws himself on an old armchair on the opposite side of the sofa. 

You’re perplexed. “Aren’t you going to leave?” you ask in disbelief. 

“No, of course not. I need to keep an eye on him. And you.” he smirks and reclines back to make himself more comfortable. 

“Bullshit. You just want to watch,” He’s so annoying. You’re almost fuming at the audacity of this guy. 

“Well, let’s say that’s a welcomed benefit.” he winks and you scoff, turning away from him. There is no point in arguing. 

You hesitate. Both of them are looking at you, awaiting your actions and it’s getting awkward. Ah, to hell with it, you decide, shrug off your jacket and with a few steps you come to the sofa and sit on San’s lap. He put his hands to your waist.

“Can I kiss you? Or does it hurt too much?” you nod at his busted lip.

“I don’t mind pain,” he shakes his head, putting his hand on your neck he pulls you for a kiss. The kiss is fierce and tastes of blood, he’s not hesitating to push his tongue into your mouth and fight you for dominance.

He’s trying to unbutton your blouse singlehandedly with his other hand and when he succeeds and takes it off you, he squeezes your tits hard. He breaks the kiss to move his mouth along your jawline to suck and lick on your neck. 

“You’re really pretty,” mumbles San into your neck. “I would have done it for free, you know,” he nuzzles.  “Don’t tell Wooyoung that.” That makes you laugh a little. 

You can feel him getting hard under you and you know you’re not doing much better yourself. You’re moving a little, rubbing your pussy over his cock, to get at least some stimulation for both of you, while he sucks and licks at your tits. You’re getting really into it and San’s hands on your waist help to guide your movement too. His breathing is getting heavier and he’s really hard under you.

“Do you want to make him come just from your dry humping? I thought you wanted to fuck,” Wooyoung’s voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Ugh.

You stop moving and look back over your shoulder to Wooyoung, sprawled on the armchair, as if he were watching a movie.  

“What’s your problem?” you frown. 

“If you make him come now, he’ll fall asleep in like 3 minutes and then what? Will you expect a refund?” Wooyoung shrugs. “Just thinking of business.” 

“Fine.” you stand up and unbutton your pants, but San bats your hands away and does it himself. He pulls them down together with your panties and you grab his shoulder for better balance while you step out of them. 

San pulls you for a kiss, running his hands over the backs of your thighs up to your ass, slightly pulling it apart, making you realize that you’re standing bent over right in front of Wooyoung who has the first row seat to your bare ass and wet pussy. You briefly wonder if San did this on purpose. 

San quickly unzips his own jeans and pulls out his cock. He’s already hard and leaking, the tip red and angry and you can’t wait to get it in you. 

“Do you have a condom?” you ask San impatiently. Yours are laying somewhere on the floor in the jacket pocket, and it seems way too far now. 

“He’s clean,” Wooyoung answers for him. 

“How do you know that?” you ask, your patience running thin. 

“Let’s say,” drawls Wooyoung with a smug smile. “I know about everyone he sleeps with.”

You frown, but you’re not going to argue with him. It’s hotter like this anyways. 

You take San’s cock in your hand and slowly sink on it. You can’t resist looking at Wooyoung over your shoulder. He’s watching intensely and it’s clear he’s not unaffected either - his boner is starting to show and while one of his hands is on the armrest, the other is getting dangerously close to his crotch. 

You slowly start to move and ride San’s cock. He’s a nice size and feels so nice and deep everytime you drop down. San’s hands are roaming all over your body, touching your ass, back, squeezing your tits while he’s sucking on your neck and collarbones, obviously trying to make up for the lack of his own movement in you. It’s not like you care much about that - he’s tired and injured and it’s not like you don’t prefer to just use a hot man like a toy. That’s actually why you’re even here. 

The room is resonating with the disgusting squelching sounds as both you and San are getting wetter, your bodily fluids mixing together with sweat. You’re riding him tirelessly, gasping and whimpering, trying to get you both close to finish, when San suddenly moans so loud it almost startles you.

“What..” you’re confused, but you’re not stopping. 

San is blushing. “He just licked my balls,” What. That makes you even more confused, but then you suddenly feel it. Wooyoung’s hot wet tongue on your asshole, his hands grabbing your asscheeks for better access. 

Oh fuck. You didn’t even hear him approach. It feels too good to ponder about it, and just the sheer audacity of Wooyoung to dare to join like that riles you up even more. Not to mention that he’s just casually eating your ass like that, with full enthusiasm, tongue moving down to lick around San’s cock at the point where he’s entering your pussy. It feels like his tongue is everywhere at the same time.

“Was this part of the deal?” you laugh, red, sweaty and out of breath, but not stopping. You’re so close.

“It’s on the house,” mumbles Wooyoung, getting back to eating your ass like it’s his last meal. 

He tries to push his tongue inside, and at the same moment San pinches your nipple just right, and that makes you come, so hard that San has to tighten his grip on your waist so you don’t fall off him as you move. He must be close too, the moment he senses that you have almost finished he grabs you by the waist with both hands and starts roughly thrusting up into you. It takes only a few thrusts though, and you can feel him coming in you. 

You slump against him, tired and out of breath and fucked out. San’s softening cock is slipping out of your pussy and you don’t know what Wooyoung is doing to him this time, but it makes San squirm. Wooyoung moves his attention to you, licking your pussy from behind, slurping San’s come straight out of it. It’s overstimulating and you can’t come again like that, not yet, but you can hear Wooyoung’s whimpers and moans as he’s licking inside of you, and you’re pretty sure he’s getting off on it - so you let him, holding onto San while catching your breath. 

It doesn’t take him long before you can hear him cumming into his own hand. After a moment, he breathes out and straightens. You look back and you see him offer his hand, dirtied with his own cum to San, for San to eat out off, like a dog getting a treat.

You drop down on the sofa. 

“Does he not mind..that?” 

San finishes licking Wooyoung’s hand clean. 

“He knows to never bite a hand that feeds him,” he says. It makes you feel something.

San lies down next to you on the cramped sofa. He closes his eyes and seems to be out as light immediately. 

“So…is that it?” 

“I do actually have a real job offer for you. Come work for me.” you suggest. 

“And do what?” scoffs Wooyoung. “Kill people? Or worse, die for you? Sorry, I don’t think either of us is interested in that.” 

“Not necessarily. Although you could work the usual jobs if you wanted - protection, deals, and such. But if you don’t, I’m sure we can use San’s skill as an instructor for our new recruits. He wouldn’t have to fight anymore” you shrug. For a man like San, there is always something to do in your organization.

“We’re a package deal.” replies Wooyoung. The real meaning of his sentence is clear - what would I do? What’s in there for me?

“I’m aware. I could use an assistant and you seem more than capable,” you reply nonchalantly, although you already know you will regret it. Wooyoung will definitely make annoying you his primary job. You’re looking forward to this. 

“Your lodging, food, salary, everything will be provided. You’ll live a more comfortable life. You don’t have to decide now, but I’m sure you would appreciate at least not having to live in a van, and- hmmppf” you get interrupted by San, who suddenly appears awake and surprises you with a kiss. He’s too passionate, tongue licking in your mouth, tasting of Wooyoung’s cum, and you don’t know if it’s desperation or gratitude, but you accept it. You wonder where he’s getting the energy for this though, but he’s almost mauling you with the fierceness of his kiss. 

“Well, I guess it’s decided,” Wooyoung pecks you on the cheek and his lips linger there for a moment until he whispers in your ear.

“Boss.”

You don’t need a better answer. 

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Fate?

BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) chapter 2

Jung Wooyoung x neighbor!oc (Yujin)

Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?

Genre: fluff, crack, barista au, uni au, neighbors au

warning: slight Seongjoong? Yujin thinks Seonghwa is mother, frat party but labelled as Thanksgiving party, let me know if I missed something.

word count: 1k

note: I'm sorry for all the pov shifts and scene changes 😞 but hey, Chapter 2 is here. The story's just starting!

Nobody's POV

7:30

Yujin was late, not only for her classes but also for the new club she had applied to in University.

Today, the president of the club wanted to introduce the freshmen to the older students. And as a fellow freshman, Yujin was supposed to be early. Something that she most definitely wasn't.

Grabbing her things, she ran out the door. Bag in one hand, she carefully locked the door as she clumsily put her shoes on.

As she sat down in the room, she couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheeks, a habit she had. Right then, A slightly shorter boy, probably a University Junior, spoke up.

“Hello, our fellow university classmates and juniors, I'm Kim Hongjoong, the president of this club. I hope you guys will have a good time here…”

His hair was two toned, half black half white. Pretty cool.

He spoke more about himself and the club, also introducing the new ones to the vice president, Park Seonghwa. Another gorgeous man. Yujin had to resist the urge to say ‘mommy?’ Cus' he felt so…mother

But as Hongjoong carried on about the club, Yujin's eyes caught a beautiful sight. The beautiful sight was sitting across the room.

The barista from the cafe…he was chatting with a guy. Blond haired guy, to be exact…his hair looked like the boy the barista joked with, maybe he was the same person?

Yet, Yujin was regretting the fact that she didn't take a good glance at his name tag. What was his name!?

“Thank you!”

Yujin's new cheerful downstairs neighbor, Shin Ryujin, beamed at her.

When Yujin was about to go upstairs, she noticed that Ryujin was having trouble with putting some boxes up the stairs, so she decided to help. Plus, She hadn't met all of her new neighbors yet, but Ryujin was definitely a good one.

As the two girls were talking, Yujin saw a figure walk up the stairs. No way…

“What happened?”

Ryujin asked, confused as to why Yujin suddenly stopped talking.

Hearing her, Yujin came out of her little confusion. She turned to Ryujin and asked,

“The guy who just walked up, who was he?”

“Oh that? That's Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung. Why? Did you get a crush on him?”, Ryujin teased.

“...no, I just saw him at the cafe, Refresh and Recharge. Then I also saw him at uni today, in my club meeting. I was just wondering…”

Yujin drifted off, well, only the first word was a lie.

Ryujin nodded, “hmm, yeah. He is a Barista at the cafe. He's also your neighbor”

“huh!?” Yeojin kinda whisper-yelled.

Confused, Ryujin mumbled, playing with her own fingers, “did you not know that or something…”

Yujin's POV

As I sat on my bed, I just did a quick review of everything I found out.

The boy I had a teeny tiny smol little crush on…is not only my clubmate and uni senior…but also my fucking neighbor!? Like a literal next door neighbor.

That's a lot to take in. Should I talk with him? I mean, he's only a doorbell away…

But then again, what would I talk to him about? That hey, bro. Nice to meet you, I think I got a crush on you cuz you're gorgeous. Please don't think I'm weird.

Yeah, he'd definitely think I'm weird. And his gorgeous face tells me he probably already has a girlfriend.

What if it's the other female barista in Refresh and Recharge Cafe? I mean, she was pretty, sounded polite. She seemed very lovable.

But hey! We improved a little bit. I now know his name. Jung Wooyoung, it's cute, if you ask me. Wooyoung.

Nobody's POV

And like that, Yujin spent a whole month going to Refresh and Recharge, trying to focus on her studies. She had to agree, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were a great duo, just one thing, they argued like an old married couple. A sophomore told Yujin that they were a very ‘parents’ typa friends.

She spent a lot of time in the evening, trying to figure out if she should ring her next door neighbor's bell or not.

She always got rejected by her own brain with things like ‘he probably worked very hard today, you should let him rest’ and ‘he’s also a student, he might be studying’.

It wasn't until November.

As her doorbell rang, she quickly fixed her clothes before opening the door. It was another fellow neighbor of hers, Karina.

“Hey Yujin! I wanted to invite you to the Thanksgiving party in my apartment. All of our neighbors are coming so I'd be glad if you came too.” Karina happily suggested.

Yujin had never been to this type of Thanksgiving party yet, so she accepted happily.

“Yeah, I'd love to”

Nobody's POV

I'd love to, my ass.

Now while she actually sat at the party, she realized she had nothing to do.

A cup of orange juice was in her hand as she stared mindlessly at the wall. Randomly playing with her own fingers once in a while.

Even Ryujin was having a fun time with her boyfriend.

After coming to the party, Yujin realized that it wasn't actually the typical thanksgiving party, it was nothing like a thanksgiving party. It was more of a typical university frat party.

Everyone was dancing crazily, some random couple making out in the corner. And Yujin could swear she saw someone drink alcohol in the other corner.

So when a hand tapped on her finger, she kinda freaked out, yelling, “WHAT THE FU-”, and then slapping her own hand on her mouth after seeing who it was.

The barista, the really handsome barista. Her university clubmate, and her neighbor…Jung Wooyoung.

Again, the mole under his eye made her choke on air, it was so…attractive.

He gave a little smile as he sat down in the chair in front of her, still maintaining a comfortable distance.

“If I heard the birdies right, you must be Yujin. Am I right?”

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Oblivious

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 6k

Includes- oral, pussy eating, shower sex, sex from behind, wall sex, blow job, cum eating, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Jung, Wooyoung, I'm going to murder you!", I yell, pounding on the bathroom door

My roommate is a fucking asshole

I told him I was going to take a shower and the little shit ran into the bathroom to get in first

I know he can hear me over the water

I will break the door down if I have to

"Wooyoung! This is an asshole move!"

"Get over it!", he yells

He is so fucking infuriating

Seriously, he's a great roommate and a really good friend but he's fucking irritating

Fuck this

Going into my room, I get a few bobby pins and march back to the bathroom door

Unbending the bobby pins, I stick them in the lock and start moving and jiggling them

Yeah I was a bad kid when I was a teenager

My first boyfriend was a total bad boy and taught me how to pick locks

I wait for the tale tell click, then smirk when I hear it

He's so gonna get it now

He's walked in on me so many times on purpose to fuck with me and now he's gonna know what it feels like

Turning the knob, I slam the door open, it hitting the wall and him yelling in fright

"What the fuck Joanne?"

"You fucking asshole! You knew I was gonna shower and you ran here to get it first like a fucking toddler!"

He looks at me and shrugs, "You snooze you lose"

"Wooyoung!", I shout

"C'mon Jo what do you want from me?"

"Get out!"

"I'm showering!"

"I don't care! This is supposed to be my shower time!"

He raises his eyebrow at me, "Now who's acting like a toddler"

"Wooyoung!"

"Alright. I'm not done yet so just come in"

"Excuse me?", I snap

He sighs dramatically, "Just come in"

"Are you fucking insane?"

He has got to be insane

"God it's not a big deal. You'll get your shower time. I'll leave as soon as I'm done. And it'll save water."

I can't believe this

His suggestion and the fact that I'm thinking about it

But I know nothing will happen

Wooyoung is gay

In the past three years we've lived together, I've only seen him with guys

So I know he won't be affected seeing me naked

Me on the other hand, I'll be turned on

Against my judgement and just being plain stupid, I've fallen for Wooyoung

Of course I know it'll never work

But it's just his personality

Yes he's irritating, immature and annoying in some ways but he's also very sweet, kind and caring

He's been there for me when I needed someone

Comforted me when I was overwhelmed or when I had a break up, hugging me, cuddling me, cooking for me and making me laugh

All those qualities made me feel something I should never have felt for him

I just gotta get over it is all

And while I'll be turned on in the shower with him, I can control myself

And he expects me to say no by his smirk

I'll show him

"Fine", I say, watching his eyes widen and his mouth drop

"Uh ok?", he asks

"Yup. I'm coming in", I say, pulling my shirt over my head

I'm not wearing a bra and I feel exposed but then I remember that I do not turn him on

That makes it easier to do this and next I pull my pj shorts and panties down

Then going to the shower, I open the door and get in

When I turn around to Wooyoung I'm satisfied at his look of disbelief

"Well, I'm here", I announce, trying not to oogle his amazing body

His abs, his chest, his shoulders, his thighs, fuck

I refuse to look at his cock though

There's no use in getting excited and it probably isn't hard anyway so I won't see much

"Move over"

I shove him lightly, stepping under the warm water

At least Wooyoung knows the right temperature to put the water on

It's perfect and just how I like it

"Hey your hogging all the water!"

I snort, moving over a little, "There you big baby"

He stands next to me, under the water too, his body almost touching mine

Our shower is a decent sized, with enough room for both of us

Thank god for that

Ignoring him, I move my fingers in my hair to get every strand wet

I have really long thick hair

Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it

Right now I hate it because I know a lot is going to come out

Clumps

Always in the shower

It's frustrating

I feel Wooyoung move closer, reaching over me to get his soap, I guess, when I feel something brush against my thigh

Something hard

I can't help it, I immediately look at his crotch and I am mind blown to see his cock really hard

Like super hard

But how?

He has to be thinking of a guy

Right?

"What?", he asks, a weird tone to his voice

Almost like he's embarrassed but challenging me to say something

Challenge accepted because I can't keep quiet

"You're hard"

"Yeah"

"But how?"

He scoffs, "What do you mean how?"

"Were you thinking of a guy?"

"No"

"Then how?"

He sighs, "You're in here with me"

That doesn't compute

Me being in here shouldn't matter and definitely shouldn't make him hard

"But you're gay"

He closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh

His eyes are on mine when they open and he says, "I am not gay"

Bullshit

I've seen him with guys

Kissing them in clubs

I've heard him with guys in his room

We have gone out together specifically to pick up guys

So what bullshit is he talking about?

"Yes you are"

"No Joanne I'm not", he repeats, "I'm bi"

Bi

That means he-

"I like pussy too. I like eating and fucking pussy just as much as I like dick"

No way

How could I have missed this?

"I've never seen you with a girl before"

"Because when we get to a club and you get a guy you never pay attention to me anymore! You don't see me with girls"

"You never brought one home before", I argue

There is no way I could have missed this

How could I have been so blind?

"Because they don't want to come here. When I tell them I have a roommate they ask his name. And when I tell them your name and you're a girl they don't want to come. It weirds them out. So I go to their place"

Ok that could make sense

It's just hard to wrap my head around

I've always thought he was gay and now that was wrong and I have to think of him in a new way

But even so that doesn't explain one thing

"Ok so you're bi. That still doesn't answer why you're hard"

After another frustrated growl, he pulls me to him, his lips against mine in a kiss

Stars go off in my vision as I feel his soft lips kiss me, his arms move around my waist, his skin against mine

It feels amazing

Nothing like any kissing experience I've had before

"You are so fucking oblivious Jo", he says softly, after he pulls away, pushing my wet hair out of my face, "I'm hard because I want you. Because you're hot. Because your beautiful. Because you turn me on. Because I've wanted you for such a long time"

I hear him but my brain isn't computing what he's saying

When it does, I'm floored

He wants me?

Since when?

He's never shown that he wants me

But he did say I was oblivious

Maybe I was

Maybe he was showing me he wants me but I just took it as him being a good friend because I thought he was gay

Man am I dumb

He kisses my cheek, then whispers in my ear, "Can I have you?"

"Yes", I say automatically

Being with Wooyoung?

One hundred percent fuck yes

He pushes me against the wall, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, playing with mine

My arms fly around his neck, kissing him with everything I have in me

And my god, his kiss is literally everything

Everything I ever wanted, everything I could of ever wanted to feel while being kisses

His hands slide down my body to my ass, squeezing hard

Both our hands roam on each other's bodies but our mouths never leave each other's

His lips glued against mine, tongue glues against mine

I move my arms down, touching his shoulders then feeling the muscles in his arms that, fuck, turn me on

God he's so strong

Moving my arms around him, I trail my hands up his back at the same time he does it to me, his fingers leaving fire and heat along every nerve he touches

His lips move to my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck

He leans me against the wall, his kisses spreading to my chest as his hand travels down my stomach going lower and lower

I moan when his fingers touch my clit, moving slowly in circles

His mouth moves down my chest, wrapping around my nipple, sucking softly

"Oh fuck Wooyoung!", I cry, my hands finding their way into hair, weaving into the black strands and tugging

I lean my head against the tiles, his fingers moving down more, two sliding inside my pussy

His fingers slide in and out, stretching me out, feeling so good

With each thrust his fingers move faster and his mouth sucks harder on my nipple

He switches to my other nipple, moaning so loudly, his free hand gripping my now free boob, squeezing

Fuck, he does know what to do with a girl

His mouth spreads kisses in-between my boobs, his tongue licking me, sucking gently

I press his head against my skin, hoping he leaves a mark on me

When he pulls off, I see a pretty purple mark on my skin

And I want more

"More Woo"

He nods, groaning, his mouth leaving purple mark after purple mark on me, a pretty trail going down my body, kneeling the lower he goes

He finishes sucking right above my pussy, his mouth going immediately around my clit, sucking hard and fast

"Wooyoung oh shit", I cry, my legs shaking from the exploding pleasure

He seamlessly moves my leg over his shoulder, not letting go of me, sucking hard, his fingers pressing into my spot

"Fuck", I yell, feeling my cunt completely gush juice from the pleasure

I look down, so turned on seeing his mouth move on me, his eyes closed, moaning like he's the one getting pleasured

God he's so beautiful in-between my legs

I watch his mouth suck desperately, his tongue licking my clit, his fingers massaging my spot

"Woo", I whimper, feeling my orgasm coming, "Wooyoung"

It's like hearing his name spurs him on because he goes harder on me, throwing me head first into an intense orgasm

"Wooyoung!", I shout, coming all over his fingers, pulling his hair hard

Fuck it feels so fucking good

He sucks me through it and the second I'm done, his fingers are out, replaced with his tongue

"Oh god", I whimper, the pleasure still amazing

I feel his fingers spread me open, his tongue darting in and out of my hole, burying as deep as he can when he slide in

I scream from the bliss, my pussy clenching his tongue with every pass

I can't help but watch him eat my pussy, his tongue so fucking amazing

He knows how to eat pussy, I'll give him that

He fucks his tongue into me over and over, his thumb ghosting over my clit bringing me closer and closer

"Please princess, cum on my tongue", he whines, "Fuck you don't know how much I want that. How long I waited for it"

His words are shocking me

I seriously had no clue he thought of this let alone wanted it

"Please princess"

He tongue fucks me fast, his gorgeous brown eyes looking up at me, begging me to cum

"Woo", I moan softly, coming, holding onto his hair for balance as pleasure washing over me

He shoves his tongue inside, his eyes closing, his moans so pretty

Like he's coming

He swallows over and over, the grip on my thighs so hard he's going to leave bruises

And I hope he does

As soon as I finish, he licks my pussy a few more times before standing up

"So fucking good princess", he murmurs, his mouth pressing kisses on my neck, "You're the best I've ever tasted. Fuck, you're cum is my favorite"

"God Woo", I whimper, my body trembling, his words having such an effect on me

Suddenly he turns me, pushing me against the wall, then moves my hair to my left shoulder

"You don't...you don't want a blow-"

"No", he answers immediately, "I've had so many blow jobs before. I know yours are going to feel the best but I've been dreaming of being inside you for so long. I need to be inside you princess."

"Yes Woo, fuck. I've been waiting for you to fuck me for so long"

He moans, his lips against my shoulder blade as his cock enters me from behind

I moan at how big he is, at how well he stretches me open the more he sinks in

"Wooyoung", I cry, "Fuck all the way baby"

His cock is fucking huge, splitting me open so fucking amazingly, my cunt latching onto him

"More Woo. Fuck I want you deep inside", I cry, feeling every inch of his cock sliding into me

He bottoms out, cursing so loudly, "So fucking tight, fuck fuck baby. Tightest pussy I've ever been in. Fuck so good"

Good doesn't even describe it

Fantastic, out of this world, mind blowing

He's so hard and he's so good to throb on

"Fuck me Woo. Hard baby. Please"

"I will princess", he promises, "I'm gonna wreck you. Make you want just much cock and my cock only"

He has no idea that I already want only his cock

He pulls out and I whine from the loss of him

Then I scream when he barrels back in, filling me completely

He sets a harsh, fast pace, keeping his arm around me, his hand on my pelvis, pushing me back into him

My hands are on the wall, holding on, keeping myself from hitting the wall with the fast pace he's moving at

"God this pussy is so fucking wet baby. So tight, so greedy for my cock"

"Yes Woo, fuck yes"

He's fucking the life from me and I have never been in so much pleasure in my life

His hand moves on top of mine, his fingers lacing with mine, making me smile

He smashes into me so deeply, his head slamming my spot, stars blasting in my vision

"Yes Wooyoung!", I scream, "There baby, please oh fuck right there!"

He hits my spot again, "There princess?"

"Yes please Woo"

"Anything for you baby", he whispers, his cock smashing into my spot with every stroke

My legs shake and I'm glad he's holding on to me or I would of fallen already

I can't keep my mouth shut, screaming his name over and over again

I'm getting closer and I know this orgasm is going to take so much out of me

I can't wait for it

Every thrust, every slide in drives me crazy, his skin hitting mine so hard it can be heard over the water running

He hits my spot again and I lose it

My eyes roll back, my knees shaking uncontrollably as pure ecstasy takes over, my voice raw from screaming his name

"Oh fuck", he yells, "Fuck so good. It feels so good princess. Fuck squirting so much. Keep going baby, squirt on my cock"

I faintly register that I'm squirting, something I've never done before but my brain is so fuzzy as pleasure plows through me

"Woo", I mumble, my legs buckling after the mind altering orgasm I just had

He pulls out, spinning me to him, bending down, hands on my thighs as he picks me up

I wrap my legs around his waist as he holds me against the wall, lowering and settling me on his cock again

"Fuck", I moan at the full feeling of his huge cock buried inside me again

"God princess. You feel so fucking good. I....fuck...I can't take it", he whimpers

His lips move to my neck, giving me kiss after kiss, pulling out of me then shoving himself back in, hitting my spot hard

I shake uncontrollably in his arms, wanting more of his amazing cock

How I still want more I have no clue

I should be done after that last orgasm but I'm not

"More Woo", I beg

He shoves his cock inside, rocking into me, grinding into me

I cling onto him, my nails digging into his back, my head in the clouds from the bliss he's giving

"Fuck princess, you're so oblivious", he moans, kissing my neck, his lips leaving fire on my skin, "You don't know how many times I tried to show you how I feel about you"

Feel about me?

As in feelings?

"I tried all the time. But you ignored me. Everything I did, you ignored"

"Nnn...not ignored Woo. I didn't know"

I would never ignore him

"Fucking hell, I want you so much. You're the only one I think about and it drives me insane. Do you know how hard it is to know you're sleeping in the room next to mine and I can't go into your bed and cuddle you. Hold you? How hard it is to sit across from you when we eat and not kiss you. It's like you were torturing me"

His fingers grip my hips so hard, mine in his hair, as his cock plunges in to me over and over, right into my spot

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry"

"I just wanted you to see me princess. Notice me. I.....I....fuck-", he says and I want him to continue, wanting desperately to know what he's going to say

"I fucking love you", he finally whispers

Moving my arm from around his body, I lift his face up to mine

His cheeks are so red and he looks so unsure

I've never seen Wooyoung like this before

He's always confident...cocky even

"I love you", I confess to him, then crash my lips to his in a passionate kiss

He kisses me back, a feeling of relief in his kiss

"I love you", I whisper in between kisses, "I love you Wooyoung"

"I love you Jo", he whispers as well, "So fucking much princess"

He keeping moving, fucking me desperately against the wall, his fingers squeezing my ass so hard

The pain feels so good with the pleasure his cock is giving me

I want to cum but more than that, I want him to cum

I want to feel his cum inside me

"Woo", I whisper in his ear, "I want you to fill me with your cum baby"

"Oh god", he whimpers, his hips moving faster, crashing into me over and over

"I want to feel your cum inside, feel you leak all over my legs"

God I want that so much

"Please baby, can you give me your cum?", I beg

"God Jo, yes", he nods, "Cum on my cock and I promise I'll fill you up so well"

Well thank god I'm about to cum

He thrusts in and I moan his name softly, clenching on his huge shaft, coming all over him

"Please Woo. Cum inside my pussy", I cry

"Fuck Joanne", he moans, burying his face in my neck, sheathing his cock all in

I feel his cock throb, feel the warmth of his cum spilling into me and I absolutely love it

He groans my name over and over as he fills me perfectly

"Oh Woo, you feel so good baby", I praise him, "Give me all of your cum"

I can't stop throbbing on him, milking his perfect cock for all of it

"Baby", he whines, holding on to me

He falls out of me, his cum spilling out as he holds me, nuzzling into my neck

"Please Jo", he says, "I want to be yours. Only yours. I don't want anyone but you touching me. No guys, no girls, no one. Just you"

Oh my god he's asking me to be with him

Picking that lock was the best fucking thing I've ever done

"You are baby", I answer softly, "And I'm only yours. No one but you gets to touch me, no one but you gets to kiss me. I only want you. Your arms around me, your kisses, your hands on me. Ok?"

He nods, sighing in what sounds like relief, "Yeah princess. You're mine"

"You're mine Woo"

"Always was Jo. You just didn't see it"

"I do now baby and I'm happy I'm not blind anymore", I whisper, "I'm so happy I have you. I...I loved you for so long Woo, you don't even know"

His head lifts up, his eyes on mine, "Why didn't you say anything baby?"

Looking down, I answer, "Because Woo, I thought you were gay. I didn't know you were bi. I've only seen you with guys. And since I thought you were gay, there would be no reason for me to tell you anything. And I was the stupidest person ever to fall for a gay guy"

"Baby", he calls and I look up at him, "I understand baby ok? I get why you didn't say anything. I was stupid to never tell you how I felt. I knew I was bi and I thought you knew. I should of made that clear. I still kept quiet when I shouldn't have. I should of told you when I first fell in love with you"

"When was that?"

His cheeks blush, a small smile on his face, "Uh maybe about six months after I moved in"

Six months!

We've been living together for three years

How did he not say anything in all that time?

"Woo you should of said something"

"I know baby but I was scared. I've never felt this way for someone before. It scared me how fast I fell for you. I was used to just partying and doing what I wanted. And you had a boyfriend at the time"

I remember

"After you broke up with him, you were so sad and I couldn't say anything. And I just stayed quiet", he shrugs, "Eventually I just thought you didn't see me that way. I know why now"

"But it doesn't matter now baby", I say, "I love you. We're together. You make me happy"

He nods, "You make me happy too. I love you so much"

He leans forward, kissing me softly and I'm so happy I have my Wooyoung

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Wooyoung POV

As I kiss her, I can't believe she's finally mine

I actually can't believe she thought I was just gay

Now, it makes so much sense why she never responded to any affection or hints I gave her

We both made assumptions about each other but I'm so glad this happened and she's mine

I love her so much and she's everything I ever wanted and more

After we pull away, I put her down and we actually shower together

As I'm washing her hair for her, I tell her, "So I think we should take showers together more often"

"Oh yeah", she smirks

I nod, smirking too "Strictly for saving water though"

"Of course", she giggles

God that sound is so cute

I'm so fucking whipped for her if I love hearing her giggle

"Under the water princess"

I guide her under and rinse her hair out, running my fingers in her long strands

"Your turn Woo", she smiles, "Bend down baby"

I smirk at her, kneeling instead

She swallows hard, want in her eyes

Want for me and I'm ecstatic

She puts shampoo in my hair, her fingers running in my hair, her nails scratching my scalp

It feels fucking good and I close my eyes, just feeling

"Come under the water Woo"

I move forward, still on my knees

She tilts my head back, water soaking my hair as she rinses the shampoo out

"You're so beautiful Woo", she says softly, her hand running along my cheek

I open my eyes to her gorgeous smiling face, the water running down her body

She's ethereal

My angel

She cups my cheeks, bending down, kissing my lips softly

And I can't help but smile

"I love when you smile Woo. It's so beautiful", she says and I can't help but blush

Her finger brushes against the beauty mark under my eye, "I love this too"

I close my eyes as her lips press against the beauty mark, leaving a soft, gentle kiss

I've never been treated like this before

Softly, gently

With care and love

With someone telling me something as simple as she loves my beauty mark

That she loves when I smile

I never knew that I needed to hear things like that

That I craved it

Everything was always hard, rough sex, being told I'm hot, sexy, a good fuck

While I like that too, especially if it's from her, I love being told I'm beautiful, I'm loved

She's the perfect girl for me

Of that I have no doubt

I know how lucky I am to be with her and I'm going to take care of her and be the best man for her

"Come Woo", she calls, taking my hand and helping me stand

She gets soap, running it over my body, her small hands lathering my skin

I close my eyes again from the pleasurable feeling of her hands on me

She actually washes my whole body and I'm in pure awe that she's taking care of me

She pulls me under the water again, her hands getting the soap off me

She comes closer to me, pressing a kiss to my chest

Then another and another and another

She keeps going, kisses everywhere on my chest, then trailing down to my stomach and abs

I watch her tongue lick my abs, then kiss it, making me moan

God it's so hot to watch and so good to feel

She spends a lot of time kissing me there and I love every second of it

The lower she goes on my stomach, the more she kneels down and I get so turned on seeing that

I watch her mouth kiss along my hard cock, so fucking surprised that kisses there feel amazing

Her tongue licks the underside of my head, sending a shiver down my spine

Her hand grabs onto my dick, stroking me slowly as she takes me in her mouth

The first suck has me moaning so loudly, the pleasure running in my veins

With each suck she gives me, she goes harder and faster until she's sucking so good on my head

"Princess fuck", I moan, my hand sliding in her hair

As she goes, she takes more of me in her mouth, going hard

"Oh god", I moan, closing my eyes

Jesus, just the feel of her wet mouth is amazing

I feel her hand let go of me and suddenly my cock is in a tight space

My eyes snap open as I look down, my mouth on the floor when I don't see my cock

Because its deep in her throat

She moves up and down my length, bobbing her head, taking all of me in and out of her throat like a pro

I grip her hair harder, pulling her back on my cock, holding her there, my cock throbbing in the tight space

She swallows, squeezing my length even more and I cry out in pleasure

"Fuck baby"

I move her head back and forth, her mouth sucking on my shaft like she's never going to have it in her mouth again

Her hands grip my hips so hard, her nails digging into my skin, the pain mixing with pleasure

God she's amazing at blow jobs

I knew she would be

"Baby", I whimper, "Can I fuck your throat? Please"

She nods and immediately stops moving, leaving her mouth open

And that sight drives me crazy

I thrust in her throat, bottoming out and I moan when she continues to suck and swallow on me

"God baby", I groan, thrusting over and over, "You're mouth is so good. Fuck. Perfect"

She moans which turns me on even more

"Your throat feels so good. So tight and wet just like your perfect cunt"

I move faster, pounding into her throat, almost there

"I'm gonna cum down your throat baby", I pant, "Do you want that?"

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes as she nods

"Yeah baby? Wanna taste my cum?"

"Mmmm", she moans

I pull her onto my cock, sheathing my length in her mouth, begging her, "Suck my cock princess. I'm gonna cum"

Her mouth starts moving, sucking desperately, moaning loudly

"Oh god princess, I'm coming! I'm coming!", I scream, shooting my cum down her throat

I watch her swallow over and over, the sight such a fucking turn on

"Fuck good girl. Such a good girl for me", I praise her

When I finish, she sucks one last time then sits back on her knees, breathing in hard

Bending down, I help her stand and I pull her to me, holding her tightly

"My baby", I whisper, kissing the top of her head

"You taste good Woo", she croaks

"Did I hurt you princess?", I ask, immediately concerned by her voice

She shakes her head, "No baby. You didn't. I'm ok. I promise"

"Are you sure?"

She smiles, nodding, "Yeah"

"Ok baby. Come, I'll help you soap up and I'll put conditioner in your hair"

"Yours too"

I nod, smiling, "Mine too princess"

I kiss her cheek then grab the soap

We finish showering quickly, then step out of the shower, wrapping up in towels

I watch her dry her hair, running a towel through it

The concentrated look on her face as she uses the towel is adorable

When she gets out her comb, I walk to her and take it from her

"I'll do it princess"

She raises her eyebrows in the mirror, but smiles and nods

I move her hair down her back and gently run the comb through the strands

There's no knots in her hair, the comb running through smoothly

"I love your hair baby. It's so long and so soft"

"Thanks Woo"

I nod, finishing her hair

I quickly comb mine, then turn to her

She's just standing against the door, watching me in nothing but a towel

And it's turning me on

God she can turn me on in seconds

And she's not even doing anything

Just standing there

I swear I've never been so hard so fast

I get to her, grab her towel and rip it off her, throwing it on the floor

I pull her to me, kissing her, her hands taking my towel off too

Picking her up, I carry her to my room and get her on the bed

"I need you again princess", I whisper

"Me too Woo. But", she says, pushing me back, "Only if I get to ride you"

Is she kidding?

She can ride me anytime she wants

"You definitely can princess"

She climbs on me, holding my cock straight up then she sinks down on me, engulfing my length in her tight warm wet cunt

"Fuck princess. All the way down. Please", I whimper

Putting my hands on her hips, I help push her down until my entire cock is buried inside her

"Baby, fuck perfect", I groan, her cunt latching on to my shaft and squeezing over and over, "Please baby, ride me. Please"

She moves my hands to her breasts, her hands on the outside of mine, holding on as she starts to bounce on me, her hips moving in a circle, grinding on me, rubbing her spot on my head every time she takes me in

I watch her move on me with my mouth dropped open, awed at how her body moves

The way she wiggles her hips, the way her breasts bounce, the way she takes my whole cock like a pro giving me so much pleasure

And I'm amazed at how much she's creaming my cock

So wet and creamy, the amount covering every inch of my cock and lap

I've never seen anyone this wet before

"Fuck Woo, you feel so good baby. Best cock I ever had inside me"

"Fuck princess I can't get over how much you're creaming my cock. God baby, it's everywhere and so pretty", I praise her, "Best hole I've ever been in. I swear"

She whimpers adorably, her face full of pleasure, "I'm gonna cum Woo"

"Yes baby. Please cum on my cock. Fuck"

She takes me in hard, smashing her spot and losing it

Pure bliss hits me as she orgasms, her cunt so fucking tight on my cock, pulsing rapidly

"Oh god", I whimper

I had no idea that being cummed on could be so pleasurable

No idea

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung!", she cries, the sound of my name driving me insane

Sitting up, I grab her to me and roll us over, fucking right into hard and fast

Crashing my lips to hers, I kiss her wildly, my hand moving between us, rubbing her clit while I destroy her spot

"Need this hole to cum again", I pant against her lips, "One more time princess"

She moans softly the sound something I will never get tired of hearing

Or causing

"Can you cum for me one more time?"

She nods, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her lips against mine

I move my free arm around her, keeping her against me, feeling her soft sweaty skin against mine

It feels so good

She's right there, her slit straining on my cock, so much juice all over me

"Woo, fuck, I love you", she shouts, coming immediately after, choking the life from my cock

And that feeling sends me over the edge

"I love you Jo. Fuck I love you", I yell, fucking into her as I cum, giving her all I have

"Yes Woo, fuck baby, feels so good when you cum", she whimpers

"Fuck baby", I moan in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss to her gorgeous skin

After we finish and I fall out, we just lay there with me on top of her

Her arms move around my back, her fingers travelling up and down, sending shivers down my spine

"You're all sweaty again Woo", she giggles, "Guess that shower was for nothing"

I lift my head, my eyes on hers, softly running my fingers in her hair

"It wasn't for nothing princess. I finally got you. It was so worth it"

She smiles beautifully, "And I got you. I didn't mean it like that baby. I just mean now we're going to have to shower again because we're sweaty"

"I know baby. I just wanted you to know that I'm so happy you busted through the door"

She laughs, her cheeks turning red

"And anyway I'm good with showering again as long as you're there with me"

"Strictly for the environment right?"

I laugh, "Yeah, that's right"

"So now?", she asks

I shake my head, "We have all day today baby and I don't know about you but I want to fuck you so much more. Make up for lost time"

She grins widely, nodding, "Oh yeah baby me too. So I guess we shower tonight?"

"Tonight", I confirm

"I love you Woo"

"I love you Jo"

She moves her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her lips and I eagerly go, meeting her in a kiss

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[thru-the-grapevine]

Ramen

No meet cutes in this household. Only meet stupids.

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1883

Genre: Stupid. Also fluff.

Wooyoung’s entrance into your life was about as dramatic as the rest of him. You were intending to have a completely normal Tuesday afternoon, eagerly looking forward to stocking up on ice cream and ramen to treat yourself at home. 

However, the grocery store had other ideas. Inside was crowded, noisy, and far too chaotic for your taste. But the ice cream was calling. Steeling your nerves, you dashed inside, and the battle began. 

Shoving aside high schoolers and elderly folks alike, you made a beeline for the freezer section in the back of the store. There, to your dismay, the section supposed to be containing your favorite ice cream was painfully empty. All the other sections were full to bursting, but yours was gone. Abandoned by your sweet treat, you then jostled your way over to the ramen section. Surely your luck couldn’t be so bad as to find your favorite ramen out of stock too, right? 

As if the heavens themselves wanted to brag about how kind they were to you, a single ray of sunshine fell gently upon the last box of your ramen. Tears in your eyes, you shoved some college kids away and reached a trembling hand out to grab the food. 

Only for it to be snatched away by another hand. 

Horrified, you looked up at your new sworn enemy. A man around your age grinned cheekily at you. “Oops, did you want this?” he asked, his tone not the least bit apologetic.

You huffed. “Yes, actually. I was in the middle of taking it off the shelf when you took it from me,” you said, holding your hand out for him to return your precious goods.

The man had the audacity to instead shake your hand cheerfully. “Oh, guess you were too slow!” he practically sang. 

Something inside you snapped. You grabbed the box and tried yanking it out of the man’s hand. 

“Hey!” he cried, indignant. 

When his grip wouldn’t loosen, you stomped your foot down on his toes. With a yelp of pain, he let go of the box. You snatched it and dashed away. Throwing money at the cashier with a, “You can keep the change!” 

Then you made a clean getaway down the street where your apartment building stood, waiting to welcome you into its air-conditioned arms. Without bothering to see if the man was following you or not, you flung yourself inside and jammed the elevator button, all the while keeping your ramen cradled close to you. 

Turns out, you probably should’ve been paying attention to see if anyone was following you. The elevator doors didn’t even have the chance to close when the obnoxious man from the store hurled himself inside next to you. 

Fear flooded through you. Was he really that serious about a box of ramen? Was he here for revenge on you for stomping on his toes? What if he was actually a serial killer?! 

“You better make some damn good ramen,” he said. 

“Huh?” You stared at him. 

“I’m pretty sure you broke at least one of my toes, so you’re compensating me by making me ramen,” he said, a very annoying grin sliding onto his stupid, handsome face. 

“Absolutely not,” you deadpanned. 

And to your shock, the man pouted. “Aw, why not?” he whined. “I’m hungry! And you took my ramen!” 

“It was never your ramen to begin with! And if you’re hungry, go to a restaurant! Not my apartment!” you shrieked as the elevator doors slid open on your floor. 

“Your apartment is closer,” he said, trailing after you like a lost puppy. “Plus no one there will be as cute as you.” 

You froze. Is he… flirting?! You whirled around, eyes narrowed. “Whatever you want from me, you can’t have it! Now leave before I call apartment security on you!” 

Sulking, the man made his way back to the elevator, dragging his feet. The last thing you saw of him was his pouty face. 

Letting out a sigh of relief, you hurried to your apartment, unlocking it, and dashing inside. Now safe, you looked at the slightly tattered box of ramen in your hands. “You better be worth it,” you mumbled. 

Over a week passed, and the event soon became a silly memory, something you could giggle about to yourself when it crossed your mind. You almost felt bad for the man. Maybe he really did just want some ramen… 

Pushing that ridiculous thought out of your mind, you brought your focus back to the matter at hand. You and your friends were out for a night at your favorite bar, celebrating a friend’s birthday. 

You watched as the birthday girl did four shots in a row, laughing as she stumbled onto the dance floor to make an absolute fool of herself. You were glad she was having fun. 

Sipping your drink, your eyes wandered the bar. Stopping at the person sitting next to you.  A man you didn’t know was staring very intently at you. Chills ran down your spine, but you kept up a polite facade, giving him a nod and looking away. 

The strange man did not get the hint. They never do. Instead, he scooted closer to you and started trying to hit on you. You wondered if he’d ever done such a thing before in his entire life. 

“Hey baby, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” 

No. No, he’s definitely new to this. 

You smiled politely and said, “I’m not interested in dating right now, thanks.” 

The man, as men are wont to do, decided that was an insult to him personally. “You slut, who says I wanted to date you?” 

You resisted the urge to sass him back, and called the bartender for your tab. Enough was enough. The birthday girl was in the laps of three men and two women (good for her). You wouldn’t be missed. 

Grumbling, the man watched you pay through narrowed eyes. You spared him no extra glance as you made your way out of the bar. 

The cool night air felt amazing after the drinks and the heat of the bar. You sighed happily. Tomorrow was Saturday, which meant no work, which meant you could sleep in as long as you felt. 

A swing in your step, you decided to walk home since the weather was nice, and your shoes weren’t killing your feet for once. 

People passed by you in a blur, laughing or talking on their phones, each with their own lives, their own stories. You paid them no mind as you hummed to yourself, admiring the new streetlights the city put in recently. 

Perhaps, if you’d been paying better attention, you would have noticed the man stalking carefully behind you.  Maybe you would have noticed the way his eyes held only malice. 

But you didn’t. 

Instead you noticed the cute couples on their way home from dinner. And the street vendors trying to pawn their wares off on anyone who would spare them a glance. 

You made the turn, just a block away from home, down a quiet residential street. A hand reached out and grabbed your arm, yanking you backwards. You yelped and tried not to fall over, turning around to come face to face with your “admirer” from the bar. 

Fear pushed through you in an instant. The man’s grab was strong, though he himself seemed a bit wobbly. Still, you tried pulling away from him, only to receive a snarl. “Don’t think so,” he sneered. 

You wanted to scream, call out for help, cry, do something, but instead your throat closed up on itself. Feeling helpless you let yourself go limp, becoming a deadweight. 

The man grunted, trying to pull you up. As he bent over, you watched, absolutely flabbergasted, as a foot came flying out of nowhere. It kicked the man square in the jaw, definitely breaking something, and knocked him over. 

His grip gone, you scrambled up. Your jaw all but dropped when you faced your savior. The Ramen Man. 

“Don’t touch her,” he snarled. “She owes me ramen.” 

“Oh my god, would you drop that,” you said, all the fear leaving you to be replaced by annoyance. 

“What? But I just saved you! You’re welcome, by the way,” the Ramen Man winked at you. 

“Which I appreciate. That doesn’t mean I owe you anything,” you said, turning around and marching off. 

Ramen Man quickly caught up. “Ok, yes, you don’t owe me anything, fine. But I still left a man lying on the road for you,” he said, hope in his pretty brown eyes. 

“That you did,” you said simply. 

“Wow, you’re stubborn.” 

“So are you.” 

“. . . Fair point.” 

The two of you reached your apartment building. You punched in the code and walked inside, holding the door open. Ramen Man stared at you. You stared back. 

With a sigh, you said, “Fine. At least tell me your name before I invite you inside to make you ramen as a thank you for saving me.” 

“Wooyoung. Are you really gonna make me ramen?” 

“Yes, Wooyoung,” you emphasized every syllable of his name, “now hurry up before bugs get in, and the apartment manager yells at me.” 

He scuttled inside after you, the biggest, dumbest grin on his face. “What about you?” 

You told him your name and he repeated it. You pointedly ignored the thrill that went through you at the way he said your name. It was absolutely nothing at all. 

Arriving at your apartment, you apologized for the mess, but Wooyoung almost didn’t seem to hear you. He bounced around, commenting happily on the art you hung on your walls and the cute stuffed animals you kept on your couch. 

Blushing at the attention, you waved him off and hurried to the kitchen to put the water on the stove. Wooyoung joined you, rummaging through your fridge to find some veggies. Without a word to you, he began expertly chopping them up with the knife he found. 

Absolutely befuddled that he was good at chopping vegetables, you turned your attention to the ramen you now plopped in the boiling water. You would have preferred he be utterly useless. Now your stomach had butterflies, and it was quickly growing more difficult to ignore your silly brain and its silly emotions. 

The two of you made small talk, learning small things about each other while the ramen and veggies cooked. Wooyoung leaned against the counter, looking weirdly like a model or something. It was very distracting. 

When the ramen was ready, Wooyoung spooned everything into two bowls, and you grabbed a bottle of soju from the cabinet. Popping the bottle open, you poured a glass for each of you. 

Wooyoung grinned. “Cheers to ramen!” he yelled, downing the soju in one shot. 

You couldn’t help but laugh and follow suit. 

The ramen tasted yummier than usual. You swore it was because Wooyoung chopped veggies for it, something you were usually too lazy to attempt. Wooyoung swore it was because “an absolute cutie made it special for me!”. 

Either way, as you saw Wooyoung out, he slipped you a piece of paper with his number. “Wanna do this again next week? My place? I’ll even get you flowers for our second date.”

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[bobateastay]

six feet under the stars - j.wy

emo rock band!ateez x fangirl!reader

this fic is part of the front row angel au; front row angel au masterlist

cw - jung wooyoung x reader, fluff, alcohol, kissing, toothache-grade sweetness

word count: ~905

“C’mere baby.”

Wooyoung’s voice was soft enough that you almost didn’t hear it over the party going on inside the house behind you, his laugh a little hoarse when you rolled over to face him. It was cold outside on the back garden trampoline that Wooyoung had dragged you to but the alcohol thrumming through your veins alongside Wooyoung’s hand landing on your waist to pull you closer to him kept you warm enough. Between the two of you two empty shot glasses and the bottle of rum you and Wooyoung had been working on all night clinked against each other, but Wooyoung ignored the sound so you did too.

“You smell like hand gel,” you murmured when you got a whiff of Wooyoung’s breath, making him let out another bark of laughter. 

“So do you,” he said back, biting his bottom lip for a moment before breaking out into a wide grin.

The trampoline dipped and bounced you both with even the slightest of movements, your knees and shins knocking together until Wooyoung tangled his legs with yours. He reached up to wipe away some smudged mascara beneath your eyes, having to concentrate a little harder than usual to coordinate his movements. The concentration looked similar to the kind that he had on his face when he played guitar, lip caught between his teeth and eyes dark as he channelled a side of him that was as attractive as it was awe-inspiring, and it made your stomach tie in all kinds of nervous knots.

“Can I kiss you?” you blurted out, his thumb stopping on your cheek at the sound of your words. He seemed surprised for a moment before his grin returned to his face and he nodded, moving closer to you clumsily enough that you both bounced once he was settled closer to you.

“Of course you can,” he said, the tone in his voice indicating that he was only just teasing you.

You didn’t wait for him to tease you anymore, closing the gap between you both and letting out a satisfied sigh once your lips met his. You kissed each other slower than usual, all stuttered breaths and hands playing with each other’s t-shirts while the party continued in the house. His lips were salty and sour from the tequila shots you'd downed together earlier, the lime and salt on his lips still sharp when it hit your tongue. You realised that you must taste the same when he licked along your bottom lip, his piercing sliding against your tongue as he did so, and the thought made you smile into the kiss.

You pulled back to breathe and Wooyoung chased your lips, pressing one more chaste kiss to your mouth before littering kisses all over your face.

“Wooyoung,” you snorted, grabbing one of his hands and playing with his fingers.

“Yes dollface?” he asked, lifting himself so that he was hovering over you. The position didn’t last long though, a loud squeal leaving Wooyoung when when you dug your fingers into his sides, his body quickly flopping back down onto the trampoline to get away from you. You continued like that for a few minutes, tickling each other and wrestling until you felt dizzy from how the trampoline kept throwing you around, your eyes fluttering shut when the two of you lay back down. 

“You’re amazing,” Wooyoung breathed into the early morning air, sounding just as breathless as you were.

“So are you,” you replied, reaching out blindly until your hand found Wooyoung’s. You laced your fingers together and smiled when he squeezed your hand. “Were we too heavy handed with the alcohol?”

“No such thing,” Wooyoung said. “Sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, right?”

“You got the rock’n’roll part down pretty good,” you joked, opening your eyes when Wooyoung sat up and made you slide toward the centre of the trampoline.

“The sex part too!” he protested in a whiny voice, drawing another giddy giggle from you. He looked pretty enough against the slowly brightening sky to make your heart flutter, even with the lopsided drunk smile on his lips. You sat up and kissed him again, briefer this time.

“I know,” you reassured him with a roll of your eyes. “Let’s jump, before someone comes looking for us.” 

“We gotta move the bottle and shit,” he mumbled, grabbing the two glasses between the two of you and throwing them over the edge of the trampoline onto the grass before you could slow him down. 

“Don’t throw the bottle,” you warned. Wooyoung scoffed, but dropped the bottle to the grass just as carelessly as he had done with the glasses. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be bothered, laughing when he stood up and offered a hand to pull you up. You kissed him again, both of you stumbling back and forth to stop yourselves from toppling back down onto the trampoline, your teeth clinking together when you parted. The grin on your face was so wide when you started jumping on the trampoline, shooting high enough into the air to make you dizzy, that it made your cheeks hurt. Wooyoung’s grin was just as wide.

By the time Seonghwa came looking for you and Wooyoung, the sky had turned light and you were still jumping and making each other topple over, giggling to yourselves with the bottle of rum in the grass long forgotten.

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Ooh ooh, Wooyoung and 54, if inspiration strikes. Pretty please?

Wooyoung + Fluff

(You've always been my favorite.)

When you walk up the trail to the park, you see your group of friends gathered together exactly where you planned to meet. A smile breaks out on your face as you hurry over to them. Some are spread out on the ground, others are screwing around doing flips or throwing things back and forth to each other. All in all, it's chaos like it always is.

A few of them greet you as you approach and you wave. The weather is beautiful and a ton of people are outside enjoying the day. You plop down on a blanket someone had laid out and begin a small conversation with your friends.

"You should've seen the way they were wrestling each other," Mingi tells you, filling you in on the things you've already missed. "I thought Yunho really broke his nose for a second."

"One of you is going to get hurt one day," you shake your head.

Mingi ruefully smiles when someone suddenly plops down next to you. You look over to see Wooyoung sharing your blanket, followed closely by San.

"Hey, you finally made it," his smile beams at you. It's contagious and you find yourself smiling back at him. "I've been waiting for you to show up."

"He has," San confirms. "He hasn't shut up about you."

Wooyoung smacks San on the arm for outing him. His words manage to heat up your face and you duck your head a little to hide it. San doesn't know about your crush - you don't think any of them do - so his words seem all the more genuine and not like he's just teasing Wooyoung.

"That's because they're better company than you are," Wooyoung tells him before focusing back on you. "Did you get my text?"

Recalling that Wooyoung had texted you before you left your house and told you he had a surprise for you when you got here, you nod. He grins and pulls something out from behind his back. You recognize the packing immediately and sit up straight with a squeak. Wooyoung laughs as you take the crinkly package from his hands and admire it.

Ever since the two of you met, Wooyoung has been bringing you snacks from his hometown whenever he goes home and visits. The candy isn't something you can get around here, and Wooyoung knows how much you like them, so he always gets you some.

"Oh, Wooyoung! Thank you!"

"I know how much you like that one, so I made sure to grab it before I came back."

You grin. "I'm so happy you remembered."

"Of course, I remembered, you're my favorite person. How could I forget?"

San jokingly pretends to choke on the sweetness of the conversation, but you ignore him. Your heart is too busy doing backflips in your chest.

"I'm your favorite?" You ask, giving San a pointed look to let him know you saw his actions. He laughs good-naturedly. 

"You've always been my favorite…"

Wooyoung's words are spoken so softly that even San stops goofing around to look at him. Almost like remembering where he's at, Wooyoung shakes himself and smiles at you.

"Enjoy your treat!"

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[roomsofangel]

LOVER, PLEASE STAY. . .

chapter one

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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chapter warnings brief mention of injuries but its not detailed (bloody knuckles, busted lip, etc)

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you always knew you were different from your best friend wooyoung. people described you as careful and reserved, while he was impulsive and carefree. you kept him grounded and out of trouble, while he showed you that there was more to life than your 'safe shell.' you felt like you belonged in the comfort of your shell, but wooyoung helped you explore and see that there was more out than the reassuring walls that surrounded you.

you’ve heard it said before that you two were like opposite sides of the same coin, although you've never stopped to consider it fully. but thinking about it now, especially with recent events, the more you realize how accurate that statement truly is.

and you weren't ready for when things began to change. the realization that wooyoung wasn't the same sunshine to your moon as he had been before left you feeling lost and empty. the familiar warmth you felt around him had turned cold and distant. it was as if he was turning into a stranger, someone you didn't know. but you couldn't bear to admit the fact that you were slipping away from each other.

“come on, you lil hermit.” wooyoung leaned down, whispering in your ear while gently grabbing the blanket you were clutching. his breath sends a shiver down your spine, tingling as it graces your skin. you groan, “wooyoung..” trying to seize back the comforters that are already on the floor. you felt like a petulant child being forced to face the day, being coaxed along by wooyoung’s subtle charms and gentle yet firm demeanor that now felt like a fever dream, as if they never existed now and you were stuck on the past, stuck on the days where he felt like warmth rather than the aching cold that felt like prickling needles at times

wooyoung had his hands on his hips, his usual cheeky grin on display as he approached you further. "come on!" he shifted over to pat your hip two times, adding, "i saw this new cafe, and i wanna check it out with you." you couldn't help but smile a little at the excitement in his voice, and the playful tone he had taken on despite not really wanting to leave the comforts of your bed

"can’t it wait?” you frowned, barely managing to keep your eyes open as you rubbed them gently.

“nope!” he beamed excitedly, bustling around your closet as he began to rummage through the various clothing options at his disposal. you’d never admit it, but there was always a sense of excitement whenever he did this—especially when he took the time to find the perfect outfit to match his own. "skirt today or shorts?" he asked, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes and struggling to pat down your hair.

“uhh.. shorts..” you replied and he nodded, his back still facing you while he pulled out a white shirt that matched his own, and blue jean shorts. it was pretty casual, really simple but it made you laugh a little at how it matched a lot. he wore similar, except he had his jeans were black and his faux leather jacket draping over his shirt. “hmm, wear gold.” he mentioned, and you nodded, getting up to rummage through your jewelry

things like this were your normal, it had been for years, you weren’t ready for it to end,

you never thought it would.

"hey woo, do you wanna check out this arcade that opened recently?” you asked him one night, noticing how his focus was more on whatever it was on his phone than the one-sided conversation. he was busy texting, or maybe browsing something online, you didn't really know. but the silence growing between the two of you felt more uncomfortable with each passing moment.

he replied in an incoherent mumble at first, making you sigh and take his phone out of his hand. "hey!" he huffed, finally lifting his head to look up at you. that’s when you noticed his dark circles under his eyes, "what’s your deal?" he asked, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you blinked a few times in disbelief, wondering who you were even looking at right now. this was definitely not the wooyoung you knew. this was not your best friend. this was someone else entirely. "my deal?" you parroted back, your brows scrunched. "can’t i just want to spend time with my best friend?"

his face quickly hardened, like a wave of ice crashing against you. "you’re really going to ask me that?" he snapped, his tone sharp, cold, and harsh. it was undeniable now; this was not your wooyoung, the person you knew for so long. as he spoke, his eyes bore into you, like daggers piercing your skin. you felt like you were drowning in his gaze, unable to breathe or speak in response

wooyoung didn't wait for one either, getting up and leaving the room, but not before taking his phone back from out of your hand after seeing your frozen up state and using such to his advantage. ignoring you altogether, “maybe san wants to go," he added and exited the room without looking back at you. you were left speechless, utterly baffled by his strange and cold behavior. as the door to the room closed behind him, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of frustration and confusion wash over you.

what the hell happened to your best friend?

wooyoung didn't want to admit it, but he was having a hard time keeping everything under control. he’d gone into that bar and woken up with bloody knuckles and a busted lip, and he had no idea how it had happened. he told himself that he was in control, but he was starting to lose grip on things.

he snapped at you because he felt like you were pushing him too hard, even if it wasn't entirely your fault. he tried to tell himself that it wasn't his fault, either. but deep down, he knew that he should be

deep down, he knew that he should be accountable for his actions, even if he didn't want to admit it. but it was easier for him to put the blame on you, than it was for him to take responsibility for his own behavior. and so that's what he did, even if he knew it wasn't fair, he blamed you.

as he tried to ignore his own guilt, he felt more and more conflicted. he wanted to follow you out the door, to get on his knees for forgiveness.

wooyoung laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling that was decorated with tapestry you had gotten for him. he let out a long exhale, his thoughts filled with conflicting desires. no matter how much he tries to avoid thinking about it, you would just continue to find your way back into his head.

he didn't understand why he would want to escape the one person he had ever truly loved. slowly, he shifted over to his side where he saw the endless little letters and polaroid pictures resting mockingly on his nightstand.

he doesn’t understand why he would want to escape you, you’re all he’s ever known.

wooyoung was leaning back against the wall, a lit cigarette teetering on the edge of his lip and smoke curling around his face. you had often wondered when he picked up the habit after being disgusted with it for years, but it had started to become apparent that he had no intention of stopping.

"do you ever think there’s more to life than whatever this is?" he asked as he looked at you through the plumes of the cigarette's smoke.

you were sitting criss-cross by his feet, your nose scrunched up as you tried to get away from the plumes of smoke floating around him. your gaze was locked on the sky that had a few puffy clouds, the sun peeking through just a bit. "what do you mean?" you asked back, head tilted slightly and using one hand to block the sunlight as you watched him chew on his bottom lip that was scabby from a previous injury.

even though wooyoung seemed to be getting injuries often lately, the scars on his body were starting to build up faster than you expected. you wanted to ask, but every time you tried, it was just like dialing a number that never got a response.

"like.. do you ever get tired of the same thing?" he asked again after the mini hiatus of silence, exhaling the smoke from both his mouth and nose. "forget it, i’m speaking bullshit." he muttered, huffing and crushing the cigarette with his shoe.

“it’s never bullshit to me.” you said, looking up at him before getting up and off the floor. “you know i’l listen."

“that’s the problem.” he said, and your entire spine chilled at his words. he walked away before you could ask him to explain further.

maybe wooyoung didn’t think you'd hear that, considering how he was walking away to his car, his car keys in hand, without even turning to see if you were still behind him.

thats the problem

you didn't know where down the line of your guys' friendship that you stopped being his solution, his antidote. when did you become the one that poisoned him instead? it felt like such a sudden shift, this change in your dynamic. all you could do was wonder, why did it happen, and how did it happen so quickly without you even realizing it?

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[transteez]

Trans fic Tuesday returns to tumblr!

Pairing: Wooyoung/San Author: uneasymist Rating: mature Tags: Trans character, trans choi san, alternative universe - high school, coming of age, circa 2009 Chapters: 2/2

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[sanjoongie]

Vampire~! Wooyoung

ღBucket List event for @k-vanity​ ღPrompt: Explore an abandoned building ღPairing: Wooyoung (Hala Hala Era) x Reader (f) ღGenre: Vampire au + supernatural au, thriller au ღInspo: Lost Boys (movie), Drink it by The Boyz ღWord Count: 2,548 ღWarnings: scary elements, mentions of blood, child abuse, violence, death ღRated: 18+ for intense, dark themes

ღSummary: You’ve always wanted to explore an abandoned building and this summer you’re actually doing it. You pick an orphanage that had been closed since the 70’s, aware of the myths surrounding it. What you didn’t expect was to find a vampire in the process.

ᲦDedication: @mejuii​ @downtoamagicalland​ the best beta readers a gal could have, you give me the best feedback, i love yous

ღAuthor’s Note: summer strikes me also as horror movie time, so I tried to incorporate both themes, I hope you enjoy~!

Incubus~! Hongjoong↬ |  Anterior Chapter~! Wooyoung’s Past↬

It was summertime and you only had one thought on your mind: time to hit up your bucket list. The one idea you were most excited for was to explore an abandoned building. There was an orphanage that the locals swore was haunted. So with part skepticism and part interest in the unknown, you drove there.

You grabbed your bag full of important tools such as a flashlight, put your phone in your back pocket and slipped through a break in the fence. It took a moment for you to find a way in but eventually discovered someone else had smashed in one of the front windows, so you slipped in that way.

Once inside, you turned on your flashlight and looked around. The reception had faded paintings on the wall of cheerful characters but it didn’t seem spooky; simply abandoned. You meandered around a bit, pushing aside a swinging door, and followed a hallway, noting the small stickers that mimicked children’s footprints. How many children had followed this trail, wondering if they’d ever leave the orphanage?

You turned the corner with your flashlight raised high and the light reflected into eyes that shone a yellow ring like an animal. You screamed, the entity with the pair of eyes winced and you both flung yourself as far away as possible from each other. 

“Oh my god, you scared me!” As it turned out, there was another human being with you in this abandoned building. 

You raised your flashlight again, avoiding their face, to find that this wasn’t just a human being. He had tanned skin and dyed blonde hair but there was no mistaking his red eyes. You had stumbled upon a vampire in this abandoned building.

“Oh fuck,” You cursed softly.

The vampire gave you a toothy, cheeky grin. “First vampire, huh?”

“No, not my first vampire!” You denied immediately. You winced, that sentence sounding more dirty coming out of your mouth. “I just didn’t expect to find someone living in an abandoned building.”

“I don’t live here,” The vampire denied, “I just kinda, haunt it while it's daytime. For obvious reasons.”

“Well, I’m going to continue exploring, bye.” You gathered up your dignity and swung around another corner. 

“If you want--” Your flashlight hit his torso, revealing that he was wringing his hands, “--I know this place like the back of my hand. I could show you the cool rooms on the sixth floor.”

You attempted to think of any half ass rules you might have absorbed about vampires but the only thing your brain can come up with is an old Fae rule where knowing a name meant power so you went with that. “What’s your name?”

“Wooyoung,” The vampire said, biting his lip and looking like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

“Wooyoung.” You pursed your lips to the side in thought, “You haven’t attacked me yet, so I guess I can trust you.”

Wooyoung nodded very quickly, “You can trust me. I promise I won’t feed from you. Unless you ask me to. And then I might be tempted.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not gonna happen. Lead the way, Oh Knowledgeable One.”

Wooyoung excitedly scampered ahead of you, making you curse as you stumbled upon debris to keep up with him. “Up these stairs, come on!” 

After a few flights of stairs, your breathing caught up with you and you had to slow down. Something woosh-ed down the center of the stairwell and you looked upwards. Wooyoung’s blonde head appeared peeking over the railing for a moment and then disappeared. This was starting to feel less fun and more eerie. “Wait, Wooyoung, I’m not a supernatural being!”

“I’m waiting~” Wooyoung taunted you and you huffed in frustration.

You finally got to the sixth floor and a shiver went down your spine. The feeling was different up here. The reception had given you an abandoned vibe but you could feel something on the sixth floor. You swung your flashlight around to see if it gave you a hint of what occurred up here and you landed on a sign that said “Correctional Rooms”. You almost dropped your flashlight when you saw Wooyoung standing by the sign with his hands ruefully behind his back.

“They used to do all kinds of horrible things to the children here.” Wooyoung’s face spoke a thousand emotions: anger, sadness and regret. “Drug experiments. Electric shock therapy. Physical abuse for the children that simply wouldn’t let the first two happen. Can’t you feel the pain on this floor?”

You didn’t respond to Wooyoung but moved further down the hallway. You had heard all the stories. The horrible past Wooyoung was reciting and the rumors of the hauntings. It all seemed very real the way your goosebumps wouldn’t go away. Wooyoung followed close behind you. You gasped as your flashlight revealed a forgotten teddy bear. This was exactly what you were looking for and also nothing like you expected. The pessimistic side of you had been preparing to be very let down but you were not.

“No one ever comes here anymore. The ghost stories are sometimes a deterrent but mostly other people visit the same as you,” Wooyoung continued to fill the air with his chatter.

“Do you greet all your guests like me?” You said as a joke, in an attempt to dispel your fears. 

“I don’t greet any of them,” Wooyoung responded.

You whipped around, not liking his tone, but he was no longer behind you. “Wooyoung?” You called out.

“You’re different.” Wooyoung’s voice seemed to float in the air. 

“What makes me different?” You word vomit because you’re scared shitless now. What the fuck was going on?

“The other ones, they come here to mess with the ghosts. They aren’t here out of curiosity, they’re here to cause more pain. I don’t like them.” Wooyoung’s words should be reassuring you but they only make the hair on the back of your neck stand up more.

“Do any of the visitors leave this place?” You have the courage to ask.

“No,” Wooyoung informed you forlornly. 

“Am I leaving this place?” You asked with your heart beating in your throat.

Wooyoung appeared before you suddenly, making you jump. He laughed but it didn’t sound jovial. “That depends. What did you bring?”

How the hell did he…? You swallow down your fear and reach for the bag you had brought with you. “I know it’s not a lot but…” You pull a stuffed dog and a “Missing You” greeting card. “I just thought, this place seems more sad than scary. If there were any ghosts, perhaps they might appreciate a new stuffed animal and to know that someone cared about them.”

Wooyoung’s eyes are sorrowful. "I don't think anyone has done that before."

You swallowed but there was no moisture in your mouth. "Does that mean you're not going to kill me?"

Wooyoung grinned with the side of his mouth, "No, I don't think I'll kill you today." That sentence wasn't reassuring either.

You placed the stuffed animal and the card on the ground, pushing away any dust or garbage with your jean jacket sleeve, and stood up slowly. Your eyes were on Wooyoung, trying to gauge him. His emotions were written all over his face but it was his intentions that were hidden. 

“When you said you haunt this place…?” You let the question hang in the air, implications there for Wooyoung to read.

Wooyoung sent you a toothy grin, “You wanna test to see if I’m real or a ghost?”

You shrank away from him. “No thank you,” You declined softly.

The grin faded from his face and Wooyoung looked disappointed. “Oh, you’re no fun.”

There was something that didn’t sit well with you, however. “I can’t believe people come here with ill intentions.”

Wooyoung cocked his head, “Do you want to help me?”

You sent an unsure look to Wooyoung. “Help you how?”

“Help me here,” Wooyoung threw his arms out wide, “Be the tour guide.”

You paled at the suggestion. “You want me to lure people to their deaths?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “I’ll teach you about the orphanage, let you know certain details. You can charge people, it’ll be like a black market tourist attraction. And if anyone gets rowdy…” No visitors have ever left this place.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure.”

Wooyoung’s eyebrows furrowed in determination. “People should learn about this place. This should never happen again. Help the souls here.” He reached for your hands. “Help me.”

You don’t have the ability to say no to Wooyoung at that point, so you do exactly as he suggests. Word of mouth spreads in your city that there is a guide that can take you through the famous abandoned orphanage. You start a snapchat to set up tours. It’s mostly teenagers and young adults looking to get spooked. But there are a few out of towners and tourists that get in on it too. You start to make a little side hustle during the summer.

“The final year that the orphanage was open was a time of pure terror,” You informed the two twenty-something guys and the girl hanging off one of their arms. “The adults in charge knew that their time for their experiments was running out, so they upped their ante. By the time the orphanage closed… there were no more children alive.”

The girl shivered and clung harder to the guy she was with. Which triggered the guy’s toxic masculinity trait. He snorted in disbelief. “This entire place is a hoax.”

The other guy, whether trying to prove he wasn’t scared either or trying to impress the two he was with, kicked down a door in excitement. “Fuck you ghosts!”

You winced at the loud noise. “Come on, hasn’t this place gone through enough?”

The guy with the girl grinned. He extracted himself from her grasp and followed the first guy into the room. You could hear them making a mess and damaging whatever was in that room. The girl just giggled, like it was typical boys being boys. You felt sick to your stomach.

You only had a glimpse of Wooyoung’s blonde hair and felt your clothes be pulled as if a gust of wind was going through you. Then you heard a loud BANG and a small whimper. The girl called out two names, tentatively moving towards the room. When she saw what was inside, she screamed and then was yanked inside the room as well. The door closed with a finality that made your insides crawl. You knew you had to make yourself look at what had occurred in the room. You had to see for yourself who exactly Wooyoung was. 

Your mind couldn't function properly at first, in its own attempts to block out the horror. You identified the room as one where the orphans slept in. There were two beds opposite each other against a wall, one caved in in the middle and another upside down now. Children’s drawings had been ripped from the wall and laid face down on the dirty floor. It was sad for a children’s room, that much you knew, but it was made worse by the massacre. Three bodies surrounded Wooyoung, who was in the middle. When your eyes finally meandered onto him, he was wiping his lips with the heel of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek.

“Wooyoung,” You said his name in fear and in bewilderment.

Wooyoung smiled, tight and small. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You wobbled your ankle, trying to will your eyes to fall on anything but the twisted bodies on the floor. “How do you know so much about this place?”

Wooyoung refused to meet your eyes. “The spirits--”

“--what does this room mean to you, Wooyoung?” You cut him off. You wanted some straight answers to the theory that had been forming in your mind since you had agreed to play as tour guide and Wooyoung had taught you some very specific details about the orphanage. 

Wooyoung breathed in and out deeply. “This was my room. I shared it with another boy, Yeosang. We--we went through a lot in this place but at least we had each other at the end of the day. Until… until I got adopted. I had to leave Yeosang behind. I vowed to come back but… by the time I was able to, this place was already shut down. And Yeosang was nowhere to be found. The records were purged, of course, this place was too nasty to leave anything behind. I hoped--” Wooyoung’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, holding in his sobs. “--I hoped Yeosang had got adopted too. But eventually--”

A shimmering form appeared in front of Wooyoung. The shape was roughly the size of a child, hitting Wooyoung mid-chest. “When I get out of here, you’ll follow me, right Wooyoung?”

Tears poured from Wooyoung’s eyes, except where there was water for a human, the only bodily fluid inside Wooyoung was blood. They made red rivulets down his cheeks. “I’ll follow you anywhere you go, Yeosang.” His hand moved to settle on the ghost’s head but simply passed right through it.

Your heart felt like it was tearing out of your chest. You had known, deep down inside, that the orphanage wasn’t simply a place that Wooyoung had ended up at. But you had never pried for any more information than what Wooyoung was willing to volunteer. But this was devastating to learn.

“You’ve done your best, Woo,” You said in a low voice. Your feet moved and you found yourself closer to Wooyoung than was necessarily safe. 

“Have I?” Wooyoung’s eyes finally met yours. He was sad and it echoed in his eyes and also along his face. 

You nodded. “Teaching others of this place, protecting the ghosts and showing no mercy to anyone who dare taint this place any further--you’ve done your duty.”

Wooyoung smiled again, this one bitter-sweet. “If only Yeosang could see me now.”

“I see you,” You said with as much assurance as you could muster.

Wooyoung wiped away his blood-tears and his eyes got serious. “Would it be gross that I wanna kiss you right now.” His eyes lowered to stare at your lips.

You pushed them inward and Wooyoung huffed a laugh at your attempt to hide them. “Is it gross that I kinda want you to kiss me?”

Wooyoung let out a bright laugh that almost seemed to banish the shadows in the room. “We’re weird.”

“Woo,” You said softly, cupping his face.

Wooyoung tipped his head and your lips met. His lips tasted metallic but they were gentle and his hands slipped along your waist. You broke apart but your foreheads remained touching. “I think I love you, weird girl who explores abandoned buildings.”

You couldn't help but laugh back at him. “I think I’m in love with you too, weird vampire who protects ghost children.”

Wooyoung’s hands gripped your upper arms suddenly, his eyes worried. “You’ll stay with me forever, right?”

You swallowed, well aware of what Wooyoung was subtly asking. But just like when Wooyoung asked you to be the tour guide, you knew you did not have the ability to say no to him…

Incubus~! Hongjoong↬ |  Anterior Chapter~! Wooyoung’s Past↬

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I wonder how would each member react that you wore a phenomenon perfume to seduce them (yk the tiktok trend,when the girlfriend wore that perfume and their boyfriend sniffing them like crazy.)

I wonder how ateez would react..

I would be happy if you do it 🥺

Hi anon! Omg I absolutely love this idea. I am also curious how Ateez would react in this situation, so let’s dive in to see what I’ve come up with! 😈🙏

Ateez's Reactions to You Using a Pheromone Perfume Around Them

A/N: Sometimes I changed the prompt to have already established the pheromone perfume or it wasn't necessarily used to seduce the member. I hope that's okay! I just got bored of essentially writing the same thing in different fonts so I had to change it up a bit for my sake, but all stories still involve the perfume! Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆───

Hongjoong

Going for a night drive with Hongjoong, being the passenger princess like you loved. Listening to the music playing from the stereo and taking in the beautiful scenery of city life at night. The peaceful humming of Hongjoong singing along to the song currently playing and tapping the steering wheel to the beat. Sitting at a red light waiting to turn, you decided to dig in your bag for your perfume to "touch up your scent." Fortunately for Hongjoong, the perfume of choice for the night was the pheromone perfume that has been seen all over the internet. You saw videos of how crazy it made everyone’s boyfriends react, and you wanted to try it out on him. You opened the cap and rolled the perfume on your wrists and neck, snapping the cap back on the perfume and placing it into your bag. The light changed, and Hongjoong was able to turn. Your body leaned closer to him since you were turning left, and the air in the car blew the smell of your perfume over to him. He glanced over at you to make sure you didn’t spill anything since the smell was so strong. It was a smell he had never smelled before, but it was making his body react in an animalistic way.

“Mm, b-baby what did you just put on?”

“Nothing..just my usual perfume.” You smirked, realizing it had such a quick effect on him.

“Can’t be.” He shifted in his seat with his eyes forward. “This perfume is different than your other kind.” His grip on the wheel tightens, and he looks for a place to pull over. His breathing increases heavily as he keeps leaning over to your side of the car to catch a better whiff.

“Hongjoong what are you-?” You say as he quickly whips into an almost empty parking lot, harshly puts the car in park, and unfastens his seatbelt, crawling over to you. His face dove straight into your neck, and he was sniffing you like a wild dog. You reached your hand up to his face as he breathed in your smell. 

“I’m sorry baby. We’ll get back to our drive later. I need to get more of you right now.”

Seonghwa

You were sitting in front of your vanity, getting ready for your date with Seonghwa. You were almost finished with your routine. Just a few more touch-ups you had to do. You had this perfume that Seonghwa loved when you wore it because it made him find you irresistible. Little did he know, it was a pheromone perfume that was meant to drive him crazy. You had seen it everywhere online and decided you wanted to try it out on him. You picked up your favorite lip gloss and rolled it across your lips. You see Seonghwa walking up to you in the mirror. You smiled softly as you watched him approach you.

“You look amazing darling~.” He said this as he kissed the top of your head, looking at you in the mirror.

“Thank you baby. I always try to look nice for you.”

"Well, you don’t have to try that hard~ since you always look amazing.” He rests his head on top of yours as he gently wraps his arms around you. You finished getting ready as he cuddled you. Shortly after, you finished your makeup and turned to Seonghwa.

“All done~.”

“Mmm, not yet. You’re forgetting something.” He says this as he gets up off your head to reach for the vile of pheromone perfume on the desk.

“Seonghwa I can’t wear that.”

“Please darling? I wanna put it on you.” He said it with a slight pout as he popped off the cap of the perfume, and you couldn’t help but smile and nod as he seemed so excited to help you out. He dotted the bottle along your collarbone, careful not to put on too much as it would drive him absolutely insane. He placed the cap back on the bottle and set it down. He looked you in the eyes and up and down, taking in the view before him. Leaning down to take a small whiff, the smell of the perfume fills his senses and his head. 

“Now I’ll have to fight all the men who try to come after you tonight.” He says with a smirk as he takes your hand and helps you up off the chair to go on your date.

Yunho

You felt bad that every time Yunho would talk about Valorant or Spider-Man, you always had to just nod and smile. The guilt was setting in because you could not really understand what he was saying. The excitement and passion on his face was enough to keep you interested, but the information would never stick because you had no baseline, and then you felt bad when he would ask you, “Oh, remember this thing I told you?” and you couldn’t remember. To make your teaching interesting, you put on a pheromone perfume that you recently bought online. Apparently, the perfume had an effect on men that activated their hormones and made them go crazy over you. Gliding the perfume on your wrist and across your neck, making sure to put it on your sweet spots. You picked up a notebook and pen to be able to take notes to study. You walked over to where Yunho was.

“Yunho I want you to teach me about Valorant.”

“H-huh? All of a sudden?”

“Yeah! I feel bad when I can’t remember the things you tell me, so give me the basics so I can study and be able to remember better.”

“Ah..o-okay. Have a seat.” He said, patting next to him, smiling and looking at you. You walked over and sat down next to him. The breeze from you sitting down went over to Yunho, and a new scent filled his nose. His breath hitched in his throat, and you gave him a confused expression.

“You alright love?”

“I-I don’t know.” He leaned in closer to you and took a deep breath. “Did you get a new perfume?”

“Yeah, I saw it online and wanted to try it.” You admitted it shyly, hiding what the perfume actually did and admiring the way Yunho was acting.

“It- it smells really good. I like it a lot.” He leaned closer to you and breathed in heavily again. Placing a hand on the back of your neck and sticking his nose into the crevice.

“Yunho- what about Valorant?”

“Valorant is the least important thing right now. Give me a few minutes with you instead.”

Yeosang

Trying out the viral pheromone perfume that so many ladies on the internet said worked wonders. After doing dozens of hours of research to find the best one, you placed an order and waited for it to come in the mail. You were busy doing other things at the time it was delivered, so Yeosang brought the package in for you.

“This has your name on it baby.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You say as you take the package and smile to yourself.

“What did you order?”

“Ah, n-nothing. Just something I saw on the internet that I wanted. People have been saying it’s really good.” You shyly smile and set the package on your side. Yeosang nods and lets you get back to your work. When he leaves the room, you excitedly open the package and examine the product. You open the box and slide out a little dark blue vial that has a ball-roll cap on the end. You took the cap off and sniffed it. You couldn’t really smell anything, but you thought maybe it would smell different on your skin. You applied it generously to your skin and popped the cap back on. Waiting a few minutes for it to soak in and trying to sniff your wrists. There was a soft vanilla scent; it was quite pleasant, but not like your everyday perfume. You wanted to see how Yeosang reacted to it, since the internet made it seem instantaneous. You walked out of your room and went over to him. 

“Did you try your thing out?” He asked as he watched you walk in. You nodded and hummed a “mmhmm”, walking over to him, hoping the smell would permeate over to him quickly.

“What do you think~?”

“Well, I’m not sure what you got.”

“It was a new perfume I wanted to try.” You said this as you held your wrist near his nose. He leaned closer to take a whiff of it and pondered for a moment.

“Did you...put enough on? It doesn’t really smell like anything.”

“I-I think I did..” Your voice trails off, feeling saddened and tricked by the internet yet again.

“I mean, I smell something, but it’s just not that strong.” Yeosang says a little more upbeat cause he could tell you were getting slightly upset. You sniffed your wrist again, and it still smelled the same.

“Maybe I got the wrong kind?” 

“Everyone’s skin takes perfumes differently darling. Don’t feel bad.” Yeosang reassured you as he placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently. You nodded softly and laid your head on his shoulder. He breathed in softly and noticed that something felt different about him. His body was reacting in some way to this new perfume you had on. He tried not to notice what was going on, but as he breathed in more, the scent only got more and more overwhelming for him. He fidgeted in his seat, and you couldn’t help but notice. 

“You alright Yeosang?”

“I-I think I understand what this perfume does now.” He quickly said this under his breath before he turned over and placed you down on the couch, diving his nose into your neck to take in more of the scent. "Y-You should wear this more often my sweet."

San

Secretly applying this new pheromone perfume that you bought online in the room next to San’s gaming room. You bought it because you heard it smells really good, and men will find you irresistible. You unexpectedly got a call from one of your friends begging you to meet up for dinner, as you haven’t hung out in forever because of being busy with work. You accepted, seeing as San was busy with gaming. You walked into his room, tapped on his shoulder, and he removed his headphone from one ear to listen to you. You tell him you were going to go out with your friend. He nodded quickly, breathed in, and was immediately stunned by what he was smelling. He excused himself from the game and removed his headset, standing up and touching all over you, pushing himself closer to you.

“Darling, d-did you do something different?”

“No, just the usual.” You smirked to yourself, surprised it had this quick of an effect on him. He pressed his nose into the crevice of your neck, breathing heavily through his nose. “S-Sannie I have to go now.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls as he pushes his body even closer to yours and breathes in quicker to gather more of your scent. You bring your hands up to try to push him off of you so that you can get ready to go meet up with your friend. 

“San…I-I have to go- my friend-“ Your words are being cut off by San kissing and rubbing his nose along your neck. 

“Sorry darling, but you’re not meeting with your friend tonight. I need you here with me instead.”

Mingi

“I got this for you love.” Mingi said as he handed you a small gift bag. You smiled and awed as you were taken aback by his sudden and kind action. Mingi always loved buying you things that he thought you would like. You carefully opened the bag and unrolled the tissue paper that was wrapped around the small, long, rectangular box inside the bag. You examined the box and saw it was a type of roll-on perfume. The label had a bunch of different fruits on the side, so you assumed it had a fruity smell. You smiled and looked at Mingi with loving eyes. He had a flustered look on his face.

“Thank you Mingi! I appreciate it very much.”

"Ah, it’s nothing really…I-I saw that a lot of girls online were buying it and saying how good it was, and my girl always has to have the best.” He was fidgeting with his hands at his sides.

“I love you so much Mingi.” You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he smiled at your gesture. “I’ll go try it out right now.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and opened the perfume box. You sniffed the cap and couldn’t really smell anything at first. Applying it gently to your skin, you sniffed where you placed it and got a hint of a citrus smell. It was a light scent that you could use in case of an emergency. Setting the tube back on the bathroom counter, you walked back out to the room Mingi was in.

“This smells pretty good Mingi, thank you!” You said with glee as you sat down beside him. As you sat down, the air blew the perfume smell over to him, and he breathed in. The intoxicating smell immediately filled his nostrils and filled his head with thoughts. You saw him tense up as you sat down and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah everything’s fine.” He smiled and shifted in his seat. You dismissed his odd behavior and cuddled up next to him. Mingi kept shifting in his seat and leaning down to smell the perfume on you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mingi holted his actions and sighed.

“I have to tell you something….that perfume…it’s a..pheromone perfume.” He stuttered out and couldn’t meet your eyes. 

“O-oh…” Your face flushed as it connected why he bought it for you.

“Yeah…and now my brain and body are on fire, and I need to show you how you just made me feel.”

Wooyoung

You had had a small argument with Wooyoung earlier in the day, which resulted in you not talking to each other that much. You both had errands you needed to run, so you went together just to save time. Stupidly, you had forgotten something inside the house and asked if he could run inside quick and get it for you since you were already buckled in the driver’s seat. He silently nodded, let out a small "mhm,” and got out of the car to get your item. You couldn’t handle Wooyoung not talking to you even after you apologized, so you decided to try out this pheromone perfume that one of your friends had given you. You rolled it on your wrists and neck, the spots that make the scent stick the best. You saw Wooyoung coming back in the rear view mirror and quickly placed the perfume back in your bag. He opened the door and handed you the item you had forgotten, leaning close to you to make sure you didn’t have to stretch too far to reach it. You heard him take a sniff through his nose, and he paused for a second.

“Are you wearing that perfume?”

“What are you talking about Youngie?”

“That perfume. I’ve been seeing it all over the internet.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just my normal perfume-“ Your words were cut off by Wooyoung diving his face into your neck and placed his hand on the other side. He kissed the side of your face.

“You smell so good baby.” You smirk to yourself, seeing how feral he was acting over your scent. Driving his nose further into your neck and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck.

“Are you not mad at me anymore?”

“I couldn’t be mad at you anymore, but our errands are going to have to wait a little longer.”

Jongho

Jongho was planning on going out with the boys today, but you decided to try to see if you could keep him home with you instead. You secretly rolled on the pheromone perfume that you got a while ago that he really seemed to like on you, for obvious reasons. Just before he walked into your room to tell you he was getting ready to go, he made a small knock on your door. You greeted him with a smile, and he smiled right back at you. Walking over towards you to give you a kiss goodbye.

"Alright baby, the boys are waiting for me outside."

"Okie, bye sweetheart. I love you. Have fun!" You tell him as he leans down towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves. After the kiss, he makes his way back over to the door of your room, but turns around before fully walking out, looking back at you and softly licking his lips. He walks back over to you again, and you're confused as to why he came back. Leaning down close to you to get another whiff of your scent. He has this huge smile on his face as he leans back up.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"What do you mean Jongho?"

"The-the perfume? That I like. The special perfume?" The smile on his face is so contagious, you can't help but smile back at him as well.

"No~." You tease him as you softly laugh at his reaction to it, knowing that you are getting exactly what you want. "Just go have fun with the boys!"

"O-okay yeah, you're right. I'm going now." He says as he slowly walks backwards to the door, still smiling like a fool at you. "Love you!"

"Love you too baby." He reaches for the door handle and goes to pull it shut. Not a moment passes and he opens the door back up.

"Do you wanna watch a movie instead?" Popping his head out from the side of the door.

"What happened with going out with the boys~?" You can't help but laugh at him wanting to stay with you, and it's all thanks to the perfume you put on.

"Y-yeah, I think I'd rather go out with you though babe. Stay in for the night, you know?" He waltzes his way back into your room, coming closer to you and catching another whiff of the perfume.

"I guess I can't say no to you~."

"Oh, I know you can't." His face is pressed into your neck, and you feel the gentle air coming in and out of his nose as he breathes in and out, taking in your scent.

~~

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Treasure — J.WY [Pt. 2]

SUMMARY: Tensions run high as you try to come to an agreement with the eight benders.

PAIRING: Waterbender Jung Wooyoung x Non-Bender F!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; angst, fluff, eventual smut ; ATLA au, enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

WARNINGS: Minor POV switches, emotionally charged fight

LINKS: Ode To ATEEZ Masterlist | Together in Harmony Masterlist | Cross-posted on AO3

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Wooyoung looks around the inside of the tent, eyes widening with awe. It somehow seems bigger on the inside, imbued with a magical energy that’s almost tangible. The walls are draped with layers of cascading, vibrant fabrics, the light of the lanterns reflecting off of them in a way that casts the entire space in a warm, rainbow glow. Bookshelves are filled to the brim with baubles the likes of which Wooyoung has never seen; delicate seashells, weathered bones, intricate carvings. And above it all are an array of wind chimes, hanging from the tent’s supports, their sweet melodies bringing a sense of tranquility to the space.

So mystified by the sights, it takes him a moment to notice the old woman sitting cross-legged on a plush cushion towards the back of the tent. She watches him with patient, knowing eyes and he instinctively bows once he sees her, apologizing for his inattentiveness. 

She beckons him closer with a wave of her hand. “Come, child, I’ve been expectin’ you.”

Wooyoung takes a seat on a cushion in front of her, taking in her appearance. Long white hair spills out of a loose head covering, and her skin is tan and wrinkled, a sign of many years spent in the sun. “You’re Nadira?” 

“That’s right. And you’re a lost soul lookin’ for Pandora, just like the girl who was just here.” He frowns at the mention of her, and Nadira chuckles. “Don’t be like that. You’re going to need her help, after all.” 

Wooyoung brings his thumb to his mouth, chewing on the nail absentmindedly—a nervous habit he’s never been able to kick. If this girl really is the one he saw in his dream, he wants nothing to do with her. A crumbling stone floor, a pedestal missing an emblem, his own reflection looking back at him in her tearful eyes… No, Wooyoung steels himself. He won’t accept her help, no matter what.

Nadira makes a disapproving clucking noise with her tongue as if sensing the direction of his thoughts and gets up, taking something off of a table in the corner of the room. She returns and places a large wooden filled with sand in the space between them. 

“I’m gonna show you somethin’, and I expect you to pay attention.”

Wooyoung nods, the tone of her voice demanding respect. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Closing her eyes, she holds up her hands, and the sand in the bowl begins to swirl and twist into various shapes. First, Wooyoung sees nine figures walking toward a towering building, with one trailing behind and one in the front, confidently leading them forward. The scenes change quickly after that, with him only able to catch glimpses of what happens next. The nine figures split apart into separate groups, fighting amongst themselves. The building collapsing into rubble. A mirrored figure, holding onto something precious before dropping it, a tear falling down their cheek.       

Wooyoung’s heart sinks into his stomach. Though there’s no proof that any of what Nadira is showing him is true, he can’t find it in himself to doubt her prophecy. Not only does he know better than anyone that predicting the future is a real gift some people possess, but too much of what he just saw matches up with his own visions. 

She opens her eyes, and the sand in the scrying bowl stills. “Did you see, child?”

Wooyoung doesn’t know how to answer her. How can she ask this so nonchalantly, as if the future she showed wasn’t distressingly bleak? In lieu of an answer, he bows his head to her and gets up, eager to return to his group. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you were hoping to prove, but I am only more certain than ever that that girl needs to stay as far away from us as possible.”   

Before Nadira can say anything else, Wooyoung flees from the tent and heads back toward town. The sun is already setting behind the clouds—he’s late for the meeting with the others. He doesn’t know what he’s going to say to them, to Hongjoong, certain that the leader will be expecting him to come back with some helpful information. He enters the inn, spinning various potential stories and excuses in his head. He hears San’s voice greeting him happily, and he looks up with a strained smile, only for it to immediately fall when he sees her standing there, talking to his friends, his family. He won’t let this future unfold. He can’t let anyone be hurt. Not again.

“What is she doing here?” 

Wooyoung doesn’t even address you while he speaks so harshly, instead turning from you to face Hongjoong whose expression hardens.

“You act as if I invited her here.” 

“She’s a traveler, like us,” Seonghwa explains, interjecting. “She wants to join us on our search for Pandora.”

Wooyoung scoffs, eyeing you with disdain. “Thanks, but no thanks. There’s enough of us already.”

His outright animosity towards you has you shell-shocked. You can’t think of anything you’ve done to deserve it, and you say as much. “I’m sorry, have I done something to offend you?”

San claps a hand on the back of Wooyoung’s neck, frowning. “Yeah, Young-ah, what’s with the animosity? This isn’t like you.” 

“I just don’t think we should trust her, that’s all.”

“You don’t have to trust me to cooperate with me,” you insist.

“See,” he says, gesturing to you. “She basically just admitted she isn’t a trustworthy person.”

Oh, he’s got to be kidding. “I did not!” 

Jongho, one of the group’s firebenders, hushes you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You didn’t notice his approach, too invested in your argument with Wooyoung. “Don’t take the bait,” he whispers. “It won’t get you anywhere.” 

You shrug his hand off of you but nod, grateful for his advice. With a huff, you take a seat at the table, forcefully removing yourself from the situation. The conversation lulls after that, with the benders pairing off and having their own discussions about where to go from here. San seems to scold Wooyoung as the latter ignores him, which gives you some satisfaction, at least. 

When you finally look at Hongjoong, his gaze is locked onto Wooyoung and full of suspicion. It raises the hair on your arms—you get the feeling he knows something you and the others don’t. Eventually, Yeosang, the lone boy at the end of the table, speaks up. His voice is light and airy, lilting like bells. 

“I say we should hear her out.” 

Wooyoung looks shocked at his input, as if he was the last person he would have expected to speak in your favor. “Why sh—”

“I think she has a map. It looked like she was going to pull it out of her bag earlier.”

He’s surprisingly observant for someone that seems so uninvolved in the goings on around him. You nod and finally pull the map out from your bag, placing it on the table in front of you. Hongjoong goes to reach for it, but you hold it securely, sending him a warning glare. 

“I’ll share this with you if and only if you let me come with you.” 

Wooyoung continues to speak out against you, saying, “We don’t have any way of verifying that this map is even real! This entire conversation is pointless.” 

“It’s more than what we had before,” Yunho says, finally speaking up. “Could be worth a try.”

Mingi piggybacks off of him, agreeing. “I’m tired of wandering around aimlessly. At least this gives us something to go off of.”

Hongjoong scans the map, nodding approvingly. “You guys are right. I think it’s worth a shot. Having her with us won’t be too much of a burden, and this map is useful.”

“Thank you,” you say, grateful that most of them have taken your side. “I promise I’ll help however I can. There’s nothing I want more than to quickly find Pandora so that we can all head our separate ways.”

After making plans to meet downstairs at dawn, everyone disperses to take care of their own business. Some of the boys come up to you to formally introduce themselves, and a few even seem to be happy that you will be joining them. On the other hand, Wooyoung quickly excuses himself, presumably ready to go sulk in his room over your addition to the group, but Hongjoong calls after him.

“Woo, my room, now. I need to talk to you.” 

His tone even sends a chill down your spine. You watch the two of them leave, not failing to notice the anxiety on Wooyoung’s face as he accompanies the firebender to his room.

Wooyoung follows Hongjoong up the stairs, unease settling in his gut; the last few times they had a one-on-one conversation weren’t exactly pleasant. The firebender disappears inside his room, leaving the door open. Wooyoung hesitates in the doorway, watching silently as Hongjoong shrugs off the outer layers of his robes before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. Looks like he’s staying in a single room again. 

“Don’t just stand there,” Hongjoong says, beckoning him in. “And close the door behind you.”

Wooyoung does as asked, but fidgets in place, unsure of how to behave or what to say. The tension between them hangs heavily in the air, and it makes him feel suffocated. He’s almost tempted to run from the room like a frightened animal, but he has more pride than that. He also knows that he can’t avoid Hongjoong forever. 

Hongjoong crosses and uncrosses his legs restlessly before finally settling on a position with his feet firmly on the ground. Despite the nervousness in his movements, he locks onto Wooyoung with a stoic, unyielding expression. “So, does your strange behavior around this girl have something to do with your conversation with Nadira?”

Thankful for the opening, Wooyoung quickly agrees. “Yeah. Nadira’s a sandseer; she showed me a vision that seemed to warn against our cooperation with an outsider. Presumably, the girl.” 

Hongjoong quirks an eyebrow. “Is that so?” When Wooyoung nods, he adds, “And are you sure her visions can be trusted? After all, we both know that glimpses into the future tend to be fickle.” 

Wooyoung purses his lips, the firebender’s subtle jab at him not going unnoticed. “I can’t promise you that what she showed me is true, but she seemed sure of herself. It also—” He cuts himself off, eyes widening as he realizes he almost revealed the fact that he’s been having visions of the girl too. Internally, he curses himself for still wanting to garner Hongjoong’s favor so badly that the urge to tell the truth comes naturally. 

“It also…?” 

“It lines up with my gut feeling, that’s all. I don’t think we should trust her.”

“So, you’re telling me to trust your ‘gut feeling’ and the uncertain vision of sandseer we know nothing about over a girl offering us help and real information? You aren’t stupid, Wooyoung, and don’t pretend to be. There’s something else.” 

It’s at moments like this when Wooyoung remembers just how clever Hongjoong is and why he was able to rise through the ranks of the Royal Court so quickly. He has a remarkable aptitude to see through falsities and anticipate the hidden motivations of those around him. Wooyoung’s mind races as he tries to maintain his composure, and when Hongjoong’s eyes narrow slightly, a faint glint of suspicion evident in his gaze, Wooyoung looks away. 

“There isn’t anything else. Now, if that’s all…?” 

He backs away slightly, ready to leave the room, but Hongjoong continues to talk. “You’re so eager to run away from me. I remember when you always wanted to be by my side. You would even tease the others, saying that I was your favorite. What happened?”

The 180 shift in conversation takes Wooyoung off guard, and he can’t stop himself from taking the bait. “You know what happened. Don’t try to manipulate me into apologizing again when you don’t plan on forgiving me.”

“Manipulate you? Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“It’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?”

“I’m a diplomat, Wooyoung,” Hongjoong explains, shaking his head. “A peacemaker. I don’t manipulate people.” 

The rational part of Wooyoung knows he should stop the conversation here. That he’s just being goaded into another argument, and nothing good will come from it. But he’s never been very good at being rational; his emotions, like waves in the midst of a storm at sea, often threaten to swallow him whole. 

“Was.”

Hongjoong’s expression darkens. “Excuse me?”

“You were a diplomat. You aren’t anymore.” 

Wooyoung takes no satisfaction from rubbing salt in Hongjoong’s wound, but he can’t find it in himself to feel remorse, either. If he doesn’t lash out, if he doesn’t fight back, he feels like he’ll just break into pieces instead. A flicker of hurt shows on Hongjoong’s face before he regains his composure, fire alighting in his eyes.

“And whose fault is that? Mine?”

“Well, it isn’t mine.”

“Funny,” Hongjoong scoffs. “I remember you telling me about a certain vision you had that led me astray.”

“And how many times did I tell you that my visions were uncertain? You put too much faith in me!”

Hongjoong is standing now, sweat dampening his brow, and Wooyoung notices the condensation collecting on the wall behind him. Their emotions are fueling their bending, essentially turning the room into a sauna.

“As if you didn’t encourage me to,” Hongjoong spits. “You would follow me around like a lost puppy, telling me every little thing you dreamt. You just loved having all my attention, didn’t you?” 

Wooyoung steps back, wincing as if Hongjoong’s words were a physical blow. His hands begin to tremble, but he clenches them into fists, knuckles turning white. “All I ever wanted to do was help you.”

“Yeah, and you did a great job, didn’t you?” The sarcasm drips from Hongjoong’s tone like venom.

“Something went wrong one time, Hongjoong. One out of hundreds.” 

“And it cost me everything. My job, my reputation, my livelihood. Everything ruined all because you told me Ba Sing Se’s ambassador was a traitor, and it wasn’t true.”

“You should have found evidence before making the arrest! Stop blaming me for a decision you made.”

“A decision based on your word. I trusted you, Wooyoung, and you betrayed me.” 

“I can’t believe you,” Wooyoung says weakly, the fight drained from him. “You used me, and the second something went wrong, you just cast me aside like I was nothing. I thought I was worth more to you than that.”

He turns to leave, but all it takes is Hongjoong saying, “Wooyoung, wait,” to stop him in his tracks. And so wait he does. He stands there with his back turned, blinking away tears and praying that Hongjoong will apologize and tell him that he means the world to him, just like he used to. But the apology never comes. 

“You dreamt about her, didn’t you?” 

Wooyoung doesn’t respond, but he knows that his silence will be answer enough. He isn’t surprised that Hongjoong figured it out—he knew he would, sooner or later. 

“Of course you did,” Hongjoong laughs in disbelief. “Well, I don’t know what you or Nadira saw, but I don’t care. She’s coming with us and that’s final. If you have a problem with it, you can leave.” 

When the door slams shut behind him, Wooyoung can’t help but feel that his chance to repair his relationship with Hongjoong has slipped away for good. 

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