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key201303 · 3 months

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Pairing: Woosung x reader. Word count: 1157 words Warnings: Just a bunch of fluff and love Plot: Woosung asks you to marry him. A/N: I'm so in love with this concept and I really see him doing something like this with his S/O. We stan a king 💕 Hope you enjoy reading this little scenario 💕 P. S. Dojoon was the one giving me this idea when he mentioned he saw Woosung asking his gf to marry him with a sour candy ring as a joke Taglist -> let me know if you want to be added! VALENTINE'S DAY X THE ROSE

It was a normal day in the office. Hajoon was practicing some beats, Jaehyeong was eating some snacks while playing on his phone, Woosung was in his studio playing with some melodies that have been clouding his mind lately and Dojoon was Dojooning as always.

You were surprised how calmed the building was but it was always like that once the tour was over. The only difference was the way Woosung had been treating you lately. And it is that after dating someone for almost 10 years should be a reason enough to get tired of the relationship or feel it a bit monotonous but in fact your relationship with Woosung was far away from that. You were not complaining at all but you had to admit you were surprised that Woosung has been treating you in a very lovely and a very clingy way lately.

He has always been very goofy with you but he was more lately. He has always been very territorial with you, not wanting anybody to have any opportunity to steal you from him, but he has been more lately. He would even ask you to sit on his lap whenever you were with the rest of the members or with friends, stating that he just wanted to be close to you.

You’ve tried asking him if there was something that made him act like that but he just said that it was because of the tour and not having enough quality time with you because of the tight schedules. Little did you know what he had in mind.

You exited the convenience store with a bag full of food to eat lunch with Woosung, just like you promised you would do once the tour was over. You decided to get some extra food to share with the rest of the boys even though Woosung told you that he wouldn’t let anybody interrupt your little date.

Once you arrived, you both went straight to the small terrace the building had. The same terrace where you took one of your favorite pictures that perfectly showed the personalities of your boyfriend and one of your best friends. The same terrace where you took that picture of him and Dojoon in underwear before a shooting while Woosung smoked. You were so in love with that picture for some reason.

“I have a few surprises for you today.” He said as you both ate in peace. You widened your eyes. “It’s not my birthday yet.” You said laughing. “What? Can’t I give the woman of my life a surprise without any specific reason?” He playfully said, placing a big kiss on your cheek making you blush. “It’s amazing how after 10 years I still make you blush with just a kiss.” He admired you, placing another big kiss on your cheek, this time harder. “What’s wrong with you?” You said, laughing uncontrollably and cringing a bit at his sudden behavior. “I just love you so much.” He said, a wide smile decorating his cherry lips. They looked so tempting. So sweet. You were about to get a taste of them and drown that smile in a deep kiss when he removed his face from you, turning to take a small box from his pocket. “Open it.” He said as he continued to finish his noodles.

When you opened the box, a sour candy ring popped out. You looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on. “Marry me?” He said, mouth full of the last bite of his noodles. You couldn’t believe he was asking you such a question in the least romantic way and with the least romantic ring. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said, a serious tone appearing in your voice, disappointment written all over your face. You’ve always dreamt about how he would ask you to be his wife but this was definitely not in the list of scenarios you imagined. He let out a soft laugh. “Meet me downstairs then.” He said, leaving you alone with your sour candy ring.

You ran behind him, not understanding what was going on. And then you finally found the room where everything was settled for a proper proposal. “Is this more of what you imagined?” He said with a cheeky smile, full of satisfaction for teasing you back on the terrace with that candy. “Fuck you Kim Woosung.” You said, tears already forming in the corner of your eyes as you hit his chest and covered your face. “Sure Mrs. Kim (Y/N).” He said, taking you into his arms, a massive smile decorating his face. Hearing him call you with his last name made your heart skip a beat. “I guess we’ll go to the first band wedding then.” Dojoon teased. “Actually I haven’t even asked her properly yet.” Woosung said, releasing his embrace from you. He signed for you to wait a moment and stand in front of him while clearing his throat before he started his little speech. “After 10 years, we managed to support each other and deal with each other’s annoying selves.” He teased, gaining a drown in tears laugh from you. At this point you didn’t care anymore if you were ugly crying in front of everyone. You didn’t care if he teased you about it afterwards because that was the boy you fell in love with 10 years ago. “We’ve shared cigarettes, alcohol bottles, hangovers, beds, foods, drinks, sickness and even DNA when we kiss…” He continued, making you laugh at the memory of all the things he mentioned. “You didn’t need to be that specific…” Jaehyeong quietly said disgustedly at that last statement. But Woosung ignored him. “And now, you would make me so happy and proud if you accept sharing our life until death do us apart.” He said, finally revealing a beautiful ring with a few rubies on it. You were amazed by its beauty.

“So? Would you marry me?” He asked, waiting impatiently for your answer. “Of course yes.” You said, throwing yourself into his arms. “You didn’t look this convinced when I asked you out there.” He said hugging you tightly, a massive smile drawn in his face. “That was not a proposal.” You said, letting go of him and staring with a death glare. “You at least gotta admit it was original.” He said proud of his first attempt. “Can you just put the ring on her finger and kiss?” Hajoon said impatiently, making everyone laugh.

And just like that Woosung was ready to give everything he had to take care of you. To show you he is the husband you always knew he was. And you were ready to show him you were made to be with him ever since you both met. Now another 10, 20, 30, 40, 1000000 years wait for both of you. Just like Woosung said, until death do you apart and even more.

#valentines day #valentines day special 🌸#kpop #kpop imagine #kpop fluff #the rose #the rose x reader #the rose imagine #the rose fluff #woosung #woosung x reader #woosung fluff #kim woosung #kim woosung x reader #kim woosung fluff #the rose woosung #the rose woosung x reader #the rose woosung fluff

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saturnnelahy · 4 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓

𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘵4 𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶

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kpopimaginings · 20 days

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Coachella - Woosung (Sammy)

A/N: My first The Rose writing. Big thanks to anon for requesting, and especially for requesting my bias!

Playing Coachella was a big deal for The Rose, but what made it an even bigger deal for Woosung was that he had you there with him.

The guys were getting ready and hyping themselves side stage and you were right there with them to offer encouragement.

"I'm kind of nervous," Woosung admitted to you as he bounced up and down to release some of the nervous energy.

"You'll do amazingly, babe, you always do," you assured him.

"Thanks," he smiled back at you. "I don't know whether you watching makes it better or worse."

"Oh, don't worry about that. As soon as you head on stage, I'm going for a wander to see who else is playing," you joked.

Woosung quickly grabbed your wrist, as if he thought you were actually going to leave. "You wouldn't dare."

You took a step closer to him, "Wouldn't I? If me being here makes you nervous, maybe I should."

The words had barely left your lips when you found yourself caught in a short but passionate kiss.

"You won't," he asserted.

"Hm, promise me more of that when the sets done, and I definitely won't."

He shot you that cheeky smile you loved so much before retorting. "Maybe you'll need to stay here to find out."

The moment was broken by Dojoon calling your boyfriend away. You couldn't stop the smile the formed on your face as The Rose readied themselves and headed out on stage. As much fun as it was to tease your somewhat possessive boyfriend, you were so proud of him and band that you would never have missed this performance.

NAVIGATION

#the rose #woosung #kim woosung #sammy #woosung imagine #woosung drabble #woosung scenario #woosung x reader #the rose x reader #the rose imagine #the rose imagines #woosung imagines #woosung fluff #the rose sammy #the rose fanfic #the rose woosung #the rose band

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bambikisss · 1 year

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E.DIN UNIVERSITY WANTS YOU !

Welcome to my "Around the University" (or A.K.A University Daddies as one of my friends called it lol) collection. This collection is all college!student, so make sure to enroll and enjoy the stories.

If you want to nominate someone for this collection, please do not hesitate to send me an ask

~ University Principle, E.Den

IN THE UNIVERSITY:

Forever is a long time :: Cho Guesung

[University soccer player, accidental pregnancy]

Current course load: WIP

Rockstar :: Woosung

[University rockstar]

Current course load: WIP

Your friends suck :: WonWoo

[Coffee Barista ]

Current course load :: DONE

Shitty Romance movies :: WonWoo

[Universeity student, friends to lovers]

Curret course load :: DONE

#~bambi #e.den #wonwoo imagines #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #cho gue sung imagines #cho gue sung x reader #cho gue sung #cho guesung #cho guesung smut #woosung imagines #kim woosung #woosung smut #the rose woosung #woosung

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exouniverse · 2 months

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Layover - Moodboard • Woosung x gn!reader

#happy woosung day #happy birthday woosung #the rose woosung #kim woosung #woosung #sammy the rose #woosung x reader #woosung fluff #woosung fancfic #woosung the rose #sammy x reader #the rose fluff #the rose fanfiction #the rose fanfic #woosung moodboard #the rose moodboard #the rose band #the rose #moodboard

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coffeedepressionsoup · 10 months

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Somebody does love | MYG - They Meet

Pairing - Yoongi x F!reader

Summary - "What is grief, if not love persevering?" Two people are in love but that is not enough because sometimes loving requires courage.

This is the one where the two meet for the first time. Part 2 of Somebody Does Love.

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Genre - fluff, strangers to lovers, eventual smut and angst

Word count - 3k+

Warnings - lil swearing, SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH! nothing else I can think of

Ratings - 13+

A/N - Apologies for the late update. But do let me know in the comments what you think of the chapter and what direction you want to see the narrative flow in. Also, this is not proofed, please excuse typos, tense, and grammar errors. And if you liked it, please please please engage with the post. Comment, like, repost. Your engagement is the sole reason I am pushed to write.

Your flight landed with a two-hour delay at 5 pm at the Incheon airport. After collecting your baggage and going through customs, you shot a text to your friend and waited near one of the cafes inside the airport for the crowd to die down. In about 10 minutes you lugged your bags behind you, pulling your mask further up your nose and pulling the bucket hat to right above your eyes.

It didn’t take long to spot Sammy. Dressed in all black, he had a casual gait that only he could have. It also helped that he carried a little cat poster. You could see his eyes crinkle with a smile as he saw you walking out, which mirrored your own.

“Oh it’s so good to finally have you here!” he said while hugging and slightly managing to lift you off the ground.

“I know. But I am so hungry and nervous and I have such a bad headache,” you mumbled into his jacket shoulder.

“Let’s get you washed, fed and rested. Come on,” he chuckled patted your back and took one of your bags before starting walking towards his car. Ah! His car. A black 2022 Maserati Ghibli Modena. One that he has been yapping about for months on end.

You honestly found it ridiculous. The inordinate amount of money people would pay to procure “luxury” items always confounded you. Sure, wealth commands a certain amount of comfort- Your brain stopped as soon as you sat down on the passenger’s seat of the car. Your ass was far more comfortable than it has ever been on any bed or couch that you have ever owned. Maybe you can allow yourself to see why someone would spend hundreds and thousands of dollars on a car.

Sammy closed the back of the car, with all your bags safely tucked in, and walked over to the driver’s seat. He saw you leaning back onto the seat with your eyes closed. He smirked behind the mask and sat down, swiftly starting the car.

“Still think this was an unnecessary splurge?” his mask had come off and he had that wide eye-crinkling smile.

“Maybe not,” you smiled to yourself. “How far is your place from here?”

“About an hour, with the school and office traffic now, some more.”

“My dead body will enter your residence, Kim Woosung,” you groaned and pulled at the seatbelt in annoyance. Both your mask and hat were now on your lap. Your head felt like the persistent beating of 500 drums all at once.

“Try to take a nap, I will play your sleep playlist,” he suggested.

You could not move another muscle to bother with a response. His reply was like a command. With your eyes shut, you shifted your shoulders to place your neck relatively comfortably. The last thing you remember is the comforting, low hum of white noise filling up the space around you.

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You walked out of the SNU campus, your colleague and friend Samairah in tow. She is the reason you are in Seoul in the first place. You met at an academic conference in Edinburgh when you were still PhD researchers. Dr Samairah Nazli is now a full-time professor of Gender Studies at the prestigious Seoul National University.

“It is just a contract for the coming academic year, Y/N! Come on! You will also get to spend time with Sammy.” You had scoffed back at your friend over the video call last November when she said her department wanted to invite you as a Visiting Professor for their newly-introduced Feminist Economics course and the existing Gender and Media course that a now-retired professor used to handle.

But a week later when you found yourself in a virtual meeting with the Dean, Department Head and the Vice Chancellor, the opportunity did seem intriguing. They did want to eventually offer you a full-time position. You would be tenured at 32! Also, you can work with Samairah again, after working on your first book together, you knew you would work together again.

And of course, you get to spend time with Sammy. One of your best friends. Kim Woosung of The Rose. But only Sammy to you. Crazy to think that you only met him about three years ago, at Friar Park of all places on the planet, but lord, did you love that dude to bits.

“Wanna grab a drink?” Samairah asks, as you both head towards the subway station.

“No, meeting the broker again.”

“This will be the 8th place she’s showing you?”

You shook your head as you dug in your pockets for the cigarette case. “No. Ninth.”

You lit a cigarette and said, “I really want to finalise a place and settle down before the semester begins.”

“Tough to do all that in what- 12 days now?” she counted the days mentally and grabbed the smoke you held out for her to counter.

“I wish I were a millionaire at times like these,” you took back the smoke and gave it a long drag as you stopped at the crossing. Samairah would go straight from here to catch her train and you will take a left and meet Hwang Seul-gi. Your realtor. Broker. Currently, the most important person in your life.

You could have opted to stay at the Siheung-Si staff residence for part-time and visiting faculties, but that would mean you would spend half the day in transit. And you hated transit. Motion made you sick. So yes, car trips with you are absolute joyrides for your friends.

You also wanted time to work on the manuscript of the next book you are planning. And you want enough time to sleep. God, you wish to have a carefree night of sleep soon. Not that Sammy’s guest room is bad, it is comfortable, and luxurious even when you consider the free cuddles from Woolfie, but it still is not a place of your own.

Although Sammy argued the opposite back when you told him about your year-long relocation to Seoul. He wanted you to live as roommates. Even offered you to pay for house-sitting in mirth, for all the times he would be away on tour.

Again, you loved the guy. But his social butterfly stages of self are something you could take in small doses. You knew what his schedule was like, how many people dropped by for work at his home studio, and even just because to share drinks. But a whole year of it would drive you mad. So Sammy finally gave up trying to convince you and connected you to Seul-gi.

The lovely Seul-gi who yet again showed you a wonderful place, reasonably near the campus. But the deposit itself would require you to sell both your kidneys, maybe an eye and even a good chunk of your liver.

It was almost 7:30 by the time you left the apartment complex and headed towards Sammy’s place. You could take a cab, but the crisp late February air made a nice weather for a walk. You were passing through a park, almost deserted at the time, when you heard a noise that alerted you.

It sounded like someone was struggling. Some animal. You could hear low grunts, probably a puppy or a kitten, but you looked around and saw nothing immediately. The noise continued so you stopped and tried to follow the direction of the sound.

You reached a bush at the side of the pathway and were sure that this was the location. But the sun was already down. Dim yellow lights sparsely lit the park pathway, enough for people to look and walk, but not enough to see within the bushes.

By the noise you could now tell that there was also a metal scraping noise, but barely so. You turned on your phone's flashlight but still saw nothing. You looked around but saw no one. Trying your best to not step on any of the plants, you entered the bush and squatted down with the flashlight.

“Hey, are you okay?” a low but heavy voice from above you startled you and the phone almost dropped from your grip as you stood up to see who it was. A man donning all black with a mask, a cap and a hoodie looked right back at you. Only his eyes were visible and the eyes were filled with concern. In the commotion of your entry into the bush and stomping around, ever so mildly within it had now increased the noise.

It sounded like a distressed kitten. You looked back down and could see one of the drainage grills under the dense foliage of the bush. You looked back up at the stranger and said, “I think a kitten has fallen into the drain.”

Before the man could respond, you squatted back down again and saw the drain and beady little eyes inside it clearly this time. You put down your bag beside you on the ground and put all your effort into pulling the iron rungs up. You could feel it move a little, but not enough to dislodge it.

“Hey baby, don’t worry. I will get you out of there,” you cooed through your laboured breath. By now, the stranger had joined you. You both exchanged glances and without saying a word you went in and pulled at the grille together at the same time. It seemed a lot easier with the two of you having pulled at it. With one arm, the stranger shifted the grille aside.

You peered down the drain and extended your arm to grab the kitten. The poor being was scared and cold and probably even more traumatised by all the strange and sudden commotion. You leant down completely, with your stomach on the ground and lowered yourself into the opening up to your shoulders to grab the kitten with both your hands.

The man next to you extended a cautious arm as if to make sure you don’t fall in. Well, the opening was not big enough for you to fall into. But you could get weirdly stuck. But soon he saw your body lifting up and his extended hand hovered over your body, never touching, but ready to help if needed.

You came back up with a feisty calico kitten in your hands who initially made a few tiny scratches on your palm but was now just shivering. The man beside you promptly took off the work jacket he was wearing over his hoodie and handed it towards you. How many layers is he wearing? A small part of your mind wandered, but you quickly grabbed it from him, giving him a thankful smile and wrapped the kitten up in the jacket and held her close to your body, for maximum warmth.

You looked down at the ground near your feet where your bag was and before you could bend over to grab it, the man swooped in and said, “I got this.”

After you stepped out of the bush, you turned to the man again and said, bowing politely, “Thank you for your help.”

“No problem at all. I have two cats of my own, I know the fear of losing them” he said in a calm but understanding tone. You looked at his eyes more closely while he talked, you could have sworn you had met him before, but didn’t know where.

You shook your head and replied, “Oh no, this is not my cat.” And then you explained the noise you followed. The man nodded his head and looked around probably thinking the same thing that you were. “Do you think the mother is around here somewhere?” you asked.

“If she were, she wouldn’t be too far away.”

You looked back down at the kitten, who had stopped shivering now but was still covered in a considerable amount of mud and dirt. You also considered checking if she was chipped and if the person could be notified if she was already a pet. “Do you know of any vet nearby? I am new here, so-”

“Yes, it’s on my way. I will drop you,” he held his arm out to point in the general direction of where you were headed to go back to Sammy’s. You started walking and the man joined you. Out of the park, and having crossed two traffic signals and taken two right turns, you reached the vet’s chamber. It was reasonably empty. You put your name in the register and waited.

The man sat in a chair next to you but one. He looked over to see you making conversation with the kitten. Of course, she won’t be able to say if she lost her mother or forgot her way home. But the sing-song voice you used clearly worked. He could see the large dark beady eyes of the kitten staring back at your face with wonder and trust.

He too looked at your face with wonder and felt a strange sense of trust and comfort. When he saw a person climb inside a bush at a more or less empty park on a random Thursday evening, he half expected it to be a madman. But when he peered in and saw the glow of a flashlight, he grew more curious.

He noticed how a part of your right elbow was scraped slightly, not that you seemed to notice. He also saw the muddy bits on your beige outfit. And then looked again at the kitten wrapped in his jacket, on your lap.

“Y/N,” the receptionist called out. You stood up and turned towards the man and gave him a curt nod. He blinked several times before nodding back at your retreating figure and gulped down a deep breath. Did you catch him staring? Even if you did, you didn’t let it show. Y/N. Y/N. He repeated the name in his head a couple of times.

It was only after the doctor examined the kitten and told you that she has no chips, and is healthy but is slightly malnourished, that you realised you have so far, that is almost in 30 to 40 minutes’ time, not once asked for the man's name - the stranger in black, now at pet clinic reception.

You just followed a stranger through a dimly lit park and ended up where you are now. When put that way, doesn’t sound like the safest thing to do.

The groomers had taken the kitten to another room to clean her up. The vet wrote up some supplements that the kitten could be given and asked you to wait outside. You walked out and saw the man, right where he was, hugging your bag on his lap, scrolling through his phone. Cap, mask and hoodie - still intact. You went up to him and sat in the seat next to him but one.

“Thanks for looking after my bag,” you smiled.

The man looked up at you and held the bag out, you could see the crinkles of his smile near his eyes. “Is she alright?” he asked.

You explained whatever the doctor said.

“Are you going to keep her then?”

Your eyes widened comically and then it dawned on you. You don’t even have a place for yourself. Where the fuck are you gonna keep her? And if the mother was still around, she would likely not be malnourished, so it is not like you can hope to reunite her with her mom.

Sammy would not mind, for now, you knew. But Woolfie? How would he react?

Seeing you stunned, the man chuckled, “You hadn’t really thought so far, had you?”

“Not really. My immediate instinct was to just release the kitten. But she’s so small and frail, I cannot possibly let her be anywhere else. But-”

Before you could say anything else, one of the groomers approached you, with the kitten now in a cosy, little carrier, all clean and dried. And he carried the jacket she was wrapped in, in the other hand.

You thanked him and then turned to the man next to you and looked guiltily down at the jacket on your right hand. “I am sorry about this. I will get it dry-cleaned and return it to you. And also, I am sorry I didn’t catch your name till now. I am Y/N Y/L/N," you draped the jacket over your other forearm and extended your arm for a shake.

“HI Y/N, I am Min Yo-,” he choked on his words before he cleared his throat and said taking your hand and giving it a firm shake, “I am Min Yong-Ho.”

You smiled back and walked out of the vet clinic. “I go this way now,” you pointed towards the left.

“Oh I go the opposite way,” you could see the hint of a smile but also maybe apprehension.

You had bought cat food worth a week, food bowls, a litter box, litter pellets and a small cat bed. You requested the store to deliver the items to Sammy’s address. In the meantime, you had texted the bare bones of your encounter to him. So he was ready to greet a kitten into his home by the time you went back and for the time being had locked his bedroom door, where Woolfie was fast asleep.

You nodded and asked the man, “So, Yong-ho, how do I return your jacket?”

The man looked around, eyes seeming frantic, almost like a deer caught in headlights. Until finally he pointed at a cafe on the opposite side of the road. “How about we meet at that cafe on Sunday evening?”

“Sure, I will bring back a spick and span jacket, I promise,” you said and asked, “6 PM sounds good?”

“6 PM sounds perfect,” the man nodded and waved back at you as you went your way - the kitten in the carrier in one hand, his jacket in the other and your bag, now draped as a sling across your body. He doesn’t know how long he stood there. But he kept staring your way for five seconds longer after your silhouette disappeared over the horizon.

Taglist: @majiiisstuff, @starlighttaek8, @yoongrace

#min yoongi #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts imagines #bts suga #min yoongi x reader #suga #yoongi fic #yoongi #agust d #kim woosung #suga x reader #suga fanfic #bts #bangtan #suga bangtan

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flurrys-creativity · 1 year

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bella notte

Pairing: Kim Woosung (The Rose) x GN!Reader; Genre: Romance, Fluff, slight friends to lovers; Rating: sfw, pg-13; Warnings: kissing; Wordcount: 649

Summary: The original plan of eating lunch together turned into a dinner date with spaghetti and meatballs.

A/N: This is because Woosung said he would eat spaghetti with meatballs at lunch.. right after he talked about wolves... so I immediately thought of lady and the tramp... you’re welcome.

You brushed over the fabric of your outfit, too nervous to make eye contact with Woosung, who sat right next to you.

He didn’t seem as nervous. At least that’s what you thought when you glanced at him, seeing his wide grin.

Woosung had boasted about this restaurant, declaring it made the best spaghetti with meatballs in the whole town. “Even better than the ones your grandma made”, he had said confidently, immediately followed by his question to join him for a meal.

Originally it was planned as a lunch but one thing after another happened and you mutually decided to make it a dinner instead. Now though - it felt like a date.

Even more when the waiter, a good friend of Woosung, brought only one large bowl of spaghetti with meatballs. He even winked at you when he placed it between you and Woosung, wishing you to enjoy your meal.

“Oh.”

“Something wrong?” Woosung looked at you, brows furrowed with concern. He had stopped mid motion, fork and knife now hanging somewhat uselessly in the air.

You quickly shook your head and smiled - nervously. “No, no, no! I just thought we would get a dish each. Just surprised, I guess.” You laughed and grabbed your own cutlery, hoping to push the awkwardness aside.

“I can ask for a second plate if you want me to.” Woosung offered, still not moving at all and looking at you.

“No, it’s fine. Really! It’s a new experience. Kinda exciting, isn’t it?” You looked up and met his eyes, feeling your heart stuttering within your chest.

“Yeah”, Woosung exhaled and nodded, finally picking up his movements and digging into the dish.

You followed his lead, carefully spinning some spaghetti around your fork. The meal definitely tasted amazing but with the lingering awkwardness between you two, you couldn’t enjoy the dish entirely.

While eating you looked at anything and everything around you, except for Woosung and the dish in front. Your mind wrecked through possibility after possibility, wishing for something - no, anything - to happen so this stifling atmosphere would vanish.

At that moment Woosung cleared his throat and you turned your head, nose against nose with him now. You felt your cheeks burning and your eyes widening, yet you were unable to move away.

Woosung’s breath fanned over your skin, his eyes switching between yours and shortly dropping down to your lips. When he looked back up again, it seemed as if he wanted to ask for permission.

You nodded ever so slightly, barely even noticeable if your noses weren’t touching. You tilted your head the second you felt Woosung’s lips pressed against yours.

He licked over your lower lip with the tip of his tongue, making you gasp into the kiss and letting him enter your mouth. His hands came up to cup your face, holding you close while he gently explored you through the kiss.

Both of you breathed heavily when you broke the kiss in need for air, leaning your foreheads against each other. You glanced through your eyelashes at Woosung, seeing him smile brightly.

“Okay?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah.”

“Oh, this is the night, it’s a beautiful night and we call it bella notte.”

Woosung and you separated from each other, turning and looking at his friend, who leaned against the bar with a smirk plastered on his lips as he sang bella notte from the movie Lady and the Tramp.

You noticed how Woosung’s ears turned red. Another soft laugh escaped your lips as you looked down at the dish in front of you, seeing only one meatball was left. “How about,” - you looked back up at Woosung - “instead of offering me the last meatball we save it for Woolfy and go on a walk, maybe without our very own ‘cantore’.

“Yes, please”, Woosung nodded in relief and pecked your lips, quickly getting up to go through with your idea.

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roniscloud · 3 years

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kws - heart of gold

kim woosung [f. + slight a. requested, 973 words] heart of gold

the sound of the waves crashing always excited you. the feeling of the course sand under your feet. the honey-colored rays of sun hitting your skin. the beach was one of your favorite places to be. you made it your goal to visit as often as possible, but with life constantly getting in the way, you were down to only being able to go for a week every summer. it was your favorite time of year, thinking what better way to spend it than with your best friend? standing on the deck of your family’s beach house, you look across the vast ocean, staring out at the endless horizon.

“i could never get tired of this view.”

“you say that everytime we’re here.”

you turn around to see said best friend leaning against the doorframe. “well, what do you expect, sammy? i mean, just look at it. it’s perfect.”

“are you ready? the sun is about to set, so we gotta hurry if we want to make it on time.”

“i was born ready.”

he walks up to you, holding out his hand. you glady grab onto him, intertwining your fingers with his, as you make your way down the steps. walking hand-in-hand down the path, a certain contentment when you swing your arms lightly, back and forth. the moment you reach the sand, a wave of relief makes its way through your body. that feeling of every single care in the world, all your problems, all your worries just fade. your gaze lingers on the water. you glance to your side to look back at woosung. he senses your stare, turning his head to make eye contact with you. a small smile is shared. a comfortable silence resides as the two of you reach the trail leading to the cliffs. it was tradition to jump off the highest point whenever you were there.

the quiet being broken by sammy asking “who’s going first?”

“both of us.”

“umm… sweetie… we both can’t go first.”

you roll your eyes, “i realize that. i meant, we go together.”

he laughs at your remark. “fine. let’s do it.”

you take one last look at him. you see his soft hair getting ruffled by the breeze, his broad frame, the sharp edges of his jaw and nose. a true sculpture. the golden light surrounding him, displaying him with an ethereal aura.

with total disregard for your clothes, you run to the edge. staying in the air for several seconds, the world stills. you don’t realize you hit the water till you’re coming back up for air. your immediate response is looking for woosung. you circle around trying to find him, your eyes not seeing any sign of him. you call out his name. you feel arms wrap around your waist, turning you around.

“don’t scare me like that, idiot.” you wrap one arm around his neck, as the other slaps his chest. he only chuckles, prompting you to laugh back. you stay in the water, the glow of the setting sun reflecting on the waves. you both continue to leisurely swim, no rush.

by the time you’re heading back to the house, the sun has been replaced with the moon, sitting highly amongst the stars. you make your way into the residence, water dripping onto the floor. you both decide to get cleaned up and order some food.

an hour or two go by and you are sitting on the floor in the living room, going through old photo albums. “aww… you looked so cute…” sammy cooed.

“shut up, i looked so gross in middle school.”

“oh please… you were so cute.”

you don’t try to argue with him anymore. you open up another album, finding photos from high school. “aww… look: it’s us on our first day of freshman year, and when we went to homecoming. ooh… look at you, football player…” you say in a teasing tone.

“stop… that’s so embarrassing,” he says, cringing at the memories.

“what are you talking about? you were hot as a football player…”

“oh?” he says with anticipation.

you freeze. “you didn’t hear that.”

“it’s fine. i mean, to be honest, you weren’t so bad yourself.”

“oh, please. you know for a fact everyone had a crush on you: the soft and gentle, guitar-playing football star with a heart of gold. i’m surprised you even stayed friends with me.”

he just stares at you silently, a look of confusion adorning his face. he sits there, trying to understand what you just said.

“you’re not serious, right? why would i stop being friends with you? you’re my best friend. you always have been and you always will be. i love you, you know that.”

“and i love you too. i just find it hard to believe that you chose to be friends with me when you had the whole school wrapped around your finger. you were the “teenage heartthrob” of the school. everyone was in love you.”

“including you?”

it was your turn to be speechless. your gaze left him, scared of what his reaction could possibly be. you hands making themselves busy, fiddling with your fingers and the hem of your shirt—which was really just his that you were borrowing. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. i love you, i do. i just… why me?”

“say that again and i’m pinning you to that wall.”

you look back up to see that he’s already sitting next to you. your shoulders were already connected when you made eye contact. you didn’t have enough time to register what was happening until you felt him kiss you.

“i love you. i mean it, more than you know.”

you gulp at the words coming out of his mouth, the words you’ve been dying to hear as more than just friends for years.

originally written: 19 november 2020

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chaerryroses · 4 years

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• 14:47 - Kim Woosung •

“I want a kiss,” you said as Woosung walked by as you were laying on the couch.

He paused and looked at you. Woosung laughed and lowered his head, but stopped halfway.

“You wanted it, so you can come get it,” he taunted.

You rolled your eyes and pulled on his shirt lightly, bringing him down to you. You gave him a soft kiss. When you pulled away, Woosung looked at you dazed for a second before giving you a bright smile.

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key201303 · 3 months

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Pairing: Woosung x reader Word count: 890 words Warnings: None! Just a bunch of fluff. Plot: Tour is over, Woosung's back at home and you could make it to convince your bosses to give you vacation before Woosung has to go back to practicing. It seems like the stars have aligned and you can have some time together finally. And after discussing if it was worth enough getting out of bed or not, you could finally do something together. Making smoothies was not what you exactly had in mind but as long as you're together, you're sure it'll be a perfect day. Playlist: Kim Woosung - Lazy. Taglist -> Let me know if you want to be added!

The dim sunlight was finally starting to make its way through the dark curtains of your small shared room. You had an extended discussion last night with Woosung so he let you leave the shutters up to wake up with the sunlight. He always loved the dark so much that he couldn’t accept sleeping with any type of light entering the room. But you promised he would love the color palette the sun rays made when hitting the perfect spots of the room. And you were right. The orange and red colors started to make their way through the black, grays and dark colors that bathed the room creating a perfect harmony between dark and light. You couldn’t understand how such opposite elements could look so in tune. But that was the magic of nature. It was such a pity that Woosung wasn’t enjoying the view due to his heavy eyelids that kept him in deep sleep.

The orange light also hit his half naked body perfectly. His cheeks had a perfect pinkish tone due to the warm sunlight embracing his delicate skin. His hair was messy yet beautiful as it got spread all over the covers as he moved to face you, giving you total access to admire how ethereal and amazing he looked in such a natural and peaceful scene. His tattoos looked so inviting to trail their silhouette with your index finger in an unconscious attempt of waking the boy up so he could enjoy the colors dawn created with you. His parted lips looked so inviting as well, tempting you to kiss them and taste the sweetness they held once again, just like you could do every single day. And in the end, you couldn’t resist yourself, moving closer to the man you loved and placing a soft kiss on his cherry lips.

That kiss was enough to wake the boy up which made you quite surprised. Woosung was the type of person to take a long time to actually wake up, and it didn’t look like him when he opened his eyes as soon as you cut the kiss. “If this is how you’ll wake me up if I let you leave the shutters up then I’m down.” He said with a low and husky voice, a smile appearing in his lips, making him look even better if that was possible. “Good morning to you too.” You said laughing, about to move away from him to leave him some space to stretch just like he did every morning. But he didn’t let you. He was glued to your body, like he used some super glue to linger your body to his. “Don’t go. You could admire me while I slept, I want to do the same with you now.” He said as he pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t resist snuggling into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body, his breath and heartbeat almost making you fall into a deep slumber once again. Now it was his turn to admire your figure, enhanced with the dawn light. “Dawn is definitely your color palette.” He said, playing with your hair, leaving soft caresses here and there from time to time. You could just giggle at his comments, and hide in the crook of his neck so he wouldn’t see your cheeks turning red.

You could stay like that forever. Just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence and existence. But you had to get moving in order to start the one and only day off you could both have together in ages. And you hated it. But Woosung hated it more. “You know my perfect day is doing nothing. Why can’t we just stay here and forget about everything.” Woosung whined as you tried to get off bed, not being able to do it because of his strong grip around you. “At least we have to eat.” You said laughing, giving into his arms again, not really wanting to get away from his embrace. You were right and he hated to admit it. “Okay but once we eat we come back, deal?” He said, finally easing his grip. “Deal.” You said, leaning in one last time to peck his lips and get off bed.

Making smoothies was not what you expected to have as a breakfast on a day like today but Woosung insisted that it was the easiest and fastest way to eat something nutritious and so you could go back to being the lazy selves you both were, just like you agreed to do a few minutes ago upstairs. Semi loud music was playing on your speakers, his voice was softly humming to your favorite songs as you threw random fruit you find in your fridge into the blender as you both shared lovely kisses every now and then.

You were both so fond of each other. Intertwined by destiny as days pass by. You had so much love and admiration for each other that it wouldn’t fit any book in this world if you had to describe it with words. You were just perfectly made for each other and you would definitely not be the same if life ever puts you apart. Just like the sun and the moon. Just like dark and light. You need each other to exist.

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minbirdie · 4 years

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close || k.ws

✧ inspo ✧

woosung sat, as he always does, in an incredibly odd yet endearing position on the couch, with his back against the arm and his guitar resting peacefully on the ground beside him. he could never sit properly on furniture, always tucking his feet underneath him when there was little room to do so, strewing his legs about in a haphazard fashion or otherwise just utilizing the space incorrectly. regardless, no one bothered him much about it—it was yet another one of the many wonderful quirks that, you were slowly learning, made up woosung.

with his lip tucked in between his teeth, he looked almost angelic as the last rays of evening light filtered in through the gaps in the curtains. his dark hair, you noted, appeared perfect for gently threading your fingers through. of course, he didn’t notice your observant gaze, much too preoccupied with the melodies fluttering around in his head. instead, he hummed softly to himself, only stopping occasionally to pick up his guitar and strum out the tune he was playing.

just leaning in the doorway, watching the tranquil scene unfold, you couldn’t help but smile. for a moment, you pondered; you felt a little bad about disrupting his state of quiet concentration, but you couldn’t fight the urge to tiptoe over to the couch and snatch the notepad off his lap, settling between his legs and enveloping his waist in a warm hug. after all, he was, in his own words, irresistible.

“well hi there.” he laughed at the unexpected gesture but allowed you to settle against him nonetheless. you somehow pulled him impossibly closer, resting your head against his chest. you smiled to yourself as you realized that, in this position, you could hear his heart beating.

his arms wrapped around you as well, fingertips barely brushing over your bare arms to pull you closer against his chest. his skin against yours was soft and allowed an ever-growing sense of comfort to settle in your bones. absentmindedly, your finger tips ghosted over the tattoo etched into his forearm, and you felt him sigh contently underneath you.

“this is definitely new,” his voice, beautifully soft, held a lilt of cheerfulness, and he smiled down at you almost as if it were a reflex.

your heart ached but in the best way possible. “yeah?” you questioned, even though it was obvious what he meant—woosung knew you adored him, and you showed it in various ways, but very rarely within your relationship did you indulge in physical affection, lest someone walk in, spoil the mood with teasing, or otherwise embarrass the new couple.

“yeah,” he agreed quietly. “i like it, though,” his whispers sent shivers down your spine, but before woosung could notice, he turned his head, trying his best to hide the timid smile and the redness of his cheeks. normally, you would tease him about his sudden shyness, but you decided to keep your mouth shut in hopes of preserving the tender atmosphere.

you could only bring yourself to offer a quiet hum before pulling away slightly to better take in the view. woosung took advantage of the sudden space between the two of you; his fingers curled around the nape of your neck so he could tilt your head forward slightly to place a soft kiss on your forehead. you could feel the kiss morph into a smile against your skin, which simultaneously excited the butterflies inside your belly and calmed your racing thoughts.

and the two of you stayed like that, blissfully curled into one another. for how long, you honestly didn’t know, but woosung continued his sweet humming, gathering the notes as they came to serenade you to rest. you drifted in and out of slumber, opening your eyes only to see that woosung’s had fluttered shut as well, to feel his fingertips trace delicate patterns on your bare arms, to hear his breaths even.

and in that moment, everything was perfect.

an: thank you to @softbrose for letting me expand upon your adorable idea!

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catchlalune · 4 years

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My Dearest Rose

a/n: hello again my starbursts! I hope quarantine is treating you well, please don’t forget to keep practicing social distancing! In the next installment of fics I may never finish writing is one very dear to me, I was having soooo much fun writing it but admittedly lost my steam. There are a lot of errors that I haven’t fixed and though the plot was thought out it was not completed in its entirety (obvi) it was maybe about 55% complete? But please give me some feedback and tell me if you like this style of song fic! (Also the very end is supposed to be very close to the very end of the story, I jumped around a bit whilst writting it!)

Pairing: Kim Woosung x Reader

Word Count: 3012

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Fantasy! Au, Cinderella! Au (Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella to be more precise)

Warnings: mentions of minor character death

The sweetest sounds I’ll ever hear are still inside my head

The kindest words I’ll ever know are waiting to be said

The most entrancing sight of all is yet for me to see, and the dearest love in all the world is waiting somewhere for me

The first time you meet him it is down by the public shoppes. He’s someone you’ve never met before and someone you are sure you’d remember due to the color of his hair, golden like inside of an iris’s petals.

His eyes were so brown and so kind you had trouble responding to him when he spoke to you.

“Miss? Are you alright?” You have to blink several times for his words to register in your head and when they do, you jolt and quickly look to the ground.

“Yes, I think so.” You finally speak up as you gather the packages that were dropped when you were trying to not be trampled by the majestic horses and the beautiful blue carriage embroidered with the most astonishing golden detailing.

“Those royals, never caring if they’re in someone’s way.” He comments as he begins to stack the packages for you and you quickly take them from him.

“Oh, I’m sure they were going somewhere very important.” you reply sheepishly He doesn’t seem to buy that but gives you a gentle smile nonetheless.

“Important enough to almost run someone over? I’m not sure about that.” He remarks, with a telling smile. You stop for a second just to think over his words, your brows furrowing as you turn from him.

“Well, thank you, thank you very much.” You thank him meekly remembering you really are in a hurry, but before can make your getaway he frantically follows you.

“Wait, what’s your name?” He asks, questioningly. You weren’t inclined to answer but you did nonetheless.

“(Your name)? I like it.” The smile he gives you is charming, fit for a prince you think.

“It grows on you I guess, if you’ll excuse me I really must deliver these now.” You can hear the fatigue in your voice as you say that and you turn to leave again but he continues to follow.

“I can help! I do wish to speak to you some more and figure out what a man would need to learn in order to get in your good graces.” He says cheerfully and he takes the heaviest boxes from your arms before you can think about protesting. He just sets off in the direction you were headed.

“Well, I suppose I should know the name of the man that would like to know. And why he might be so adamant in helping out a girl he’s just met.” You sass as you jog after him.

“Let’s just say that he’s” a charming stranger.” He chuckles out, smirking.

“How charming can he be if he won’t answer a simple enough question as his name?” You ask as you stray away from him for a moment to drop off a package to the baker’s wife who was waiting outside of the bakery for you. She greets you with a wide smile and a warm muffin freshly baked. She sends you off with well wishes and a Tell your father thank you!

“How well do you know the people of this town?” You jump a little at the voice of the strange man to your left.

“I’d feel more obligated to answer once I know how to address you.” You shrug. He laughs and shakes his head.

“I thought I would be able to get away with not telling you but I concede. My name is Woosung.” He says pleasantly

“I’m not sure why you wouldn’t want to tell me if you want to help me but alright, it’s a pleasure to meet you Woosung.” You say almost dropping a box.

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine.” He replies smoothly. You want to smile at that but cover it up with a shift of the packages in your arms.

“So it is.”

With the help of Woosung you were able to get the deliveries done much faster than anticipated. Though he was a little strange and a bit over eager he was kind enough to help you with your task and see it through to the end. You decided it best to reward him by sharing half of your muffin with him.

“It is much better when it’s still warm and with a glass of cold milk. My mother always thought so anyway.” You comment, remembering. He perks up at that while mumbling the question you so dreaded hearing with a mouthful of muffin, his stuffed cheeks making him look like a woodland creature.

“Thought so?”

“Yes, she passed when I was five. I remember bits and pieces but not everything.” You say. His shoulders slump and he gives you a sympathetic look.

He replies. “I apologize for asking.” You were glad he didn’t say he was sorry for her passing, for you never really knew what to say after that in a conversation.

“There’s no need for an apology. I’ve learned to live with it now, my father had a girlfriend a couple years past and she was nice at first. Until she wanted me to call her mother then she got very mean. She made me do all the chores around the house alone and then at the end of the day would make me sleep in front of the fireplace as her two daughters took my room.” You state, seemingly unhappy with it.

“And your dad did nothing to stop it?” There was anger simmering underneath his tone.

“He wasn’t around often. He may have been around for a week at a time before leaving for business trips. Until one day I begged him to stay or to take me with him and then he questioned why. My stepmother and sisters left very promptly after that.” Is what you respond.

“What do you do now?” He asks,with eyes that seem to be hanging off your every word.

“Now I work with him. We moved towns after that and we are actually fairly new here. We own the flower shoppe right down there.” You point to the shop on the far side of the square that sat on the corner of the road. The bench two of you sat on having the perfect view of the quaint little store.

“I’m not sure why I told you all this. But I think it probably has to do with having the same old routine all the time.” You continue.

“I understand that. Working tirelessly day in and day out doing the same old thing. It is nice to do something out of the ordinary once in a while.” He nods looking up at the clouds that lazily passed by. You were glad that at least someone could understand you.

“Well, what about you?” Your question seems to startle him.

“M-me?” Was that a stutter? He seemed so confident a moment ago. “My story is not very interesting. Just a boring family living in a boring place surrounded by boring people doing boring tasks.” He sounded a bit bitter about it.

“That does seem a bit uninteresting.” You remark, letting it go for now, allowing the silence to settle comfortably over you both. Well, as silent as the ambience of the busy town square would allow. When the sun begins to lull he stands and stretches looking much like a cat, the thought makes you giggle and he grins in your direction.

“Leaving so soon, Prince Charming?” He blinks at you, a bit startled. “You act so gentlemanly, it is something befitting of a prince.” You tease.

He shakes his head at this. “Oh hardly m’lady, I am not deserving of such a title.” He tilts his head then a small frown adorning his lips. They were a pretty pink color like that of a peach-colored rose. You then wonder. “Will I see you again?”

“Perhaps, if you are ever in need of a bouquet.” He says smiling at you again, always such a dazzling occurrence.

“I will make sure to need one in the future. Then, I’ll be going first.” Woosung says, you nod at him a small wave after until he turns his back and disappears down the cobblestone walkway.

When you turn to make your back way to the store, your best friend stands before you a question in his eyes and his arms folded across his chest.

“Oh! Dojoon, you nearly frightened me to death.” You squeak out, the hand over your heart could hardly calm its frantic beating.

“Who was that?” He questions. You weren’t sure why but the tone in his voice had you a bit miffed. He was a nosy man but all in good faith. He was the first person you bonded with in town after landing a job in your store and you two were basically attached to the hip ever since. Usually you two would take turns delivering and working in the store, often alternating between the tasks. He probably set out to find you after you took longer than usual to get back.

“A charming stranger, that’s all.” You said, opening the door to your store, not really caring too much if it hits him as it shuts.

“He has a name, doesn’t he?” He pushes. Dojoon had no trouble keeping up with your shorter strides.

“Who has a name?” Your father's voice makes you jump for the third time that day.

“No one, papa. How were the sales today?” You say, diverting the conversation.

The attempt to change the subject worked well in your favor as your father and Dojoon were easily distracted by telling you animated stories of the days events. You only listened half heartedly, in the back of your mind you hoped -though a strange thought-that you would be able to meet the charming man once again.

♧♧♧

After that encounter, Woosung came back the next day, and then the next, always incredibly charming and princely. The two of you spent so much time together you hardly noticed the changing of the seasons, summer turning to autumn, autumn to winter, the chill of the snow bidding its farewell when spring came and nestled its way into the trees, breathing life back into the nature around you.

The two of you often spent time working together, if he didn’t help you with deliveries then he was helping your father with business matters or Dojoon with tending the flowers. If anyone enjoyed Woosung’s company more than you it was Dojoon. He was certainly skeptical at first until he met him and then they bonded well over their common interests in black roses and music.

“Aye, did you all hear? The prince is giving a ball!” One of your regulars Mr. Windsong informs you with a bright smile. You notice Woosung stiffen next to you but you choose not to say anything about it.

“Oh is he? I’m sure that will be very nice for the royals.” You reply to him flippantly, you weren’t very interested in the affairs of the rich.

“You should be more interested,” Mr. Windsong motions for you to lean in so he can whisper in your ear,you humor him if only to get him to leave. “I hear he is to be picking a princess. Any lady he sees fit to marry so all of the eligible young woman in the land are invited.”

“Trying to marry my daughter off are you?” You giggle at your father’s grand entrance bringing with him the lingering smell of cherry blossoms from the outside.

“Oh no papa, he was just telling me about the ball the Prince is holding.” You watch as your father raises his brows and hands off a couple packages to Woosung to put away.

“Oh the I heard about that too, apparently his parents want to marry him off. A little strange if you ask me, the King isn’t even past his prime yet.” The wind chimes tinkle as Dojoon steps in and Mr. Windsong steps out bidding everyone a farewell.

“Perhaps his parents just want what is best for him.” The three of you turn your heads to Woosung whose mouth is slightly turned downwards.

“Perhaps, but regardless it has nothing to do with me,” You get up from your perch behind the register and pick up a watering can to water some yellow carnations. “I have no interest in marrying a prince, let alone one I don’t know. Don’t you think marrying someone you hardly know is barbaric? What’s the use of marriage if not to marry someone you love?” You remark.

“Well we don’t know if the prince is being forced into it, he could not be.” Woosung adds, smiling at you but you sigh shaking your head slightly.

“I’m not talking about the prince, I’m talking about the women. Why are we expected to just fall in love at the drop of a dime? Who cares if you’re a prince or a common man if you just expect us to just fall at the mention of fame and fortune?” You rebuttal.

If there was one thing Woosung was not expecting it was that. Your words caused his skin to flush, they were so cold.

“Now dear, not all men are the same.” Sensing the tension your father steps between the two of you and Dojoon lets out a loud boisterous laugh.

“Honestly, papa. I’m as mild and as meek as mouse, whenever someone gives me a command I obey. But the idea of being forced into marriage infuriates me. I loathe it, what am I to do if the one I marry forces me into it to? Will I ever get to be myself?” You question.

“Listen to me dear, I will not let that happen. No one will ever force you into anything ever again, not even me.” Your father sets a warm palm on your shoulder as reassurance and you nod at him.

“I know, I just get scared sometimes thinking of life outside this shop. What if when you pass I’m married off to some evil man? Money does the worst things to people papa.” You can hear the “emotion” in your voice.

You watch as Dojoon steps forward with a crooked smile and shakes his head. “What am I chopped liver? I thought we made a pact that if you weren’t to be married by the time of your father’s passing that we’d-”

“Why are we speaking as if I’m about to meet the undertaker?” Your father interrupts, his question makes both you and Dojoon laugh.

“Not at all sir!” Dojoon says, face flushed from laughing.

“It’s just, mama passed out of nowhere it seemed and if that were to happen to you too well I..I wouldn’t know what to do.” You prune at a patch of Forget-Me-Not’s as you say this, you vaguely remember your mother being fond of the baby blue blooms.

☆☆☆☆

"I yearn for you, for your soft glances and your approval. I have never known a feeling quite like this, I only wish for you to extinguish the fire inside me. Please, tell me you care for me too."

You can't help but look at him from his confession, affairs of the heart were not something you were well versed in. But you'd be lying if you said his presence didn't alight a fire in you and snuff it out all at once. Its the tenderness of his voice and the way the moon reflects off the water on to his face that makes your breath quicken, at least that's what you tell yourself.

"You know I care for you."

"But do you care for me? Does me being a prince make a difference? Tell me now, and I won't ever bother you again but you have to speak to me. Please do not shut me out." Woosung sounds desperate and you cant help feeling it's your fault for making him this way.

The two of you sit there for a long while, him waiting patiently and you staring at the way the moon hits the water. You want to say it, want to speak your truth but admission is so hard and you are so weary. Regardless of the passage of time Woosung never moves from your side, he remains even when the chirping of early morning birds can be heard. He knows you, he understands.

"I- I wish to-" Your voice comes out hoarse but Woosung doesn't seem to mind, he just hangs on every last word.

When you turn to him you can see the adoration in his eyes, it was always there sparkling and bright. You could always feel it, the way he seemed to find your gaze in a crowded room always. The way with which he spoke to you, soft and steady. The way with which he bore his heart to you, slow with no pressure. It is all you can think about before pressing your lips to his in a kiss that would make Aphrodite squeal.

The touch of his lips on yours is so right, he melts into it but does not move to make it go any further. It is languid and full of the emotions you both can not hope to ever put into words. It is full of the longing and of two beating hearts that call out for each other. Even then he remains as he always has.

"Charming."

"My dearest love, you are the charming one. And I will always be right here for you." He speaks the words like the whisper of a song as he taps the spot on the left side of your breast where you can feel a hammering.

It's clear to you now that from the very moment you met at the shoppes all those seasons ago that he had always been for you, waiting and patient.

#the rose #the rose fluff #the rose angst #kprosenet #kim woosung fluff #kim woosung angst #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kim woosung

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Requested by @yhisada “Hi! I don't know if you are still accepting requests for fics but, I really love The Rose specifically Woosung and I will be eternally in debt with you if you write some fluff with him.”

A/N: I hope you like this! Sorry this took so long to write. College has been pretty hectic lately and i haven’t had the energy (or the time) to write.

It was still dark out when you woke up.

You checked the time.

5:00 A.M

You couldn’t help but groan.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep so you climbed out of bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping Woosung.

You used the bathroom then brushed your teeth and hair.

Sneaking back into the bedroom, you slipped on one of Woosung’s hoodies over your tank top and pajama shorts.

You then went into the kitchen of your small apartment and made yourself some tea.

Taking the hot mug, you made your way outside onto the balcony of the apartment.

You sat down on the small gray couch, folding your legs up against your chest.

You sat in silence, watching the dark sky and soaking in the silence of the early morning.

It was strange, being the only one awake.

The world felt so calm and peaceful compared to the normal hustle and bustle of the city.

“(y/n)?” The sound of Woosung’s voice calling from inside the apartment awoke you from your thoughts.

“I’m outside, babe.” You called back, keeping your voice low to avoid disturbing the neighbors.

A moment later, the glass doors to the balcony slid open and the couch shifted as Woosung sat next to you.

“You okay, baby?” The worry in his voice made your heart flutter in your chest.

“Yeah, i just couldn’t sleep is all.” You replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

You drank the last sip of your tea and placed the empty mug on the glass coffee table in front of you.

Woosung leaned back into the couch and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you back against his chest.

You shifted positions so that your legs were draped across his and your head was resting just under his chin.

Woosung had one arm wrapped around your back, holding you against him. One of his hands ran up and down your back in a comforting manner while the other rested on your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into the flesh.

“You had me worried for a minute there.” Woosung confessed.

“I’m fine. I promised.” You replied, leaning up and pressing a playful kiss on the tip of his nose.

When you pulled back, you couldn’t help but giggle at the soft pink blush that had appeared across his cheeks.

As you curled back into him, you almost missed the bright smile that had spread across Woosung’s face.

As the two of you sat, pressed against each other, the sun began to rise.

You couldn’t help but stare as the sky burst to life. Orange and pink danced across the horizon, swirling together and illuminating the Seoul skyline.

You turned to Woosung, hoping to catch his reaction to the spectacle of color, but he wasn’t looking at the sunrise.

His eyes were trained on something he considered far more beautiful than any sunrise.

You looked into his chocolate colored eyes, filled with so much love and warmth.

Wordlessly, Woosung pressed his lips against yours.

You would never get tired of this feeling.

Of being held by him.

Being kissed by him.

Being loved by him.

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