#sewoon oneshot

[gukyi]

tripping over ourselves | jsw

⇒ summary: jeong sewoon is your best friend. he also happens to be a vampire. you’re no expert with vampires, but there must be something about his immortality that keeps drawing you to him. no way is it just his cute personality on its own.

⇒ vampire!au, friends to lovers!au

⇒ pairing: jeong sewoon x reader

⇒ word count: 4k

⇒ warnings: blood mention (it’s a vampire au, i don’t know what else you were expecting)

⇒ a/n: happy birthday to the baddest bitch i know, @sihyun !!!! i love u so much and i wanted to do something special for ur birthday, so here this monstrosity is!!!!! i could make this authors note like 4k long if i wanted to bc i love u so much. on a side note, me writing for a pd101 boy is kind of a one time thing. soz.

There’s a lifeless, colorless bird on your windowsill, and it’s the first thing you notice when you step inside your shared apartment. The poor thing’s had the life drained right out of it; decaying, rotting scent wafting through the room. It almost looks peaceful, really, collapsed on its side like it just conked out after a very long flight, feathers fluttering softly in the breeze that runs through the flat.

Well, at least Sewoon had the decency to open the window to get the smell out.

Dead animals are a surprisingly common occurrence in whatever fucked-up household you live in, though you made the executive decision a while ago to restrict the animals that Sewoon treks in to just birds of flight. No penguins, tragically, and also no rodents. Dead birds are a little less gross than dead rats. You see enough of those already whenever you walk down the sidewalk of the city center.

You sigh, seeing this as only a minor inconvenience at best, and drop your backpack to your feet, letting it hit the wall beside it. Once that damn heavy thing is off of your shoulders, you make a beeline for his room, storming towards it and trying not to pay too much attention to the lifeless creature on the windowsill. The less you worry about it, the better. If you spent your entire life stressing over the fact that sometimes Sewoon has to kill birds to live, then you’d never get anything done.

“Sewoon?” You ask, a little peeved, not even bothering to knock on his closed door and instead just barging inside. “I thought we discussed—”

Sewoon looks up like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide as the light from the hallway illuminates a bit of his figure. His room is pitch black otherwise, every part of it hidden in the shadows, including himself. His eyes are a blazing shade of red, a stark signal that he’s just fed. In a little, they’ll fade back to a casual mahogany shade. Something a little less… obvious. There’s a thin trail of blood from his bottom lip to his chin, little drops falling onto his sheets.

“You’re kidding me,” you immediately say, crossing your arms over your chest as you take in the sight in front of you. “Don’t tell me you’ve been batting around in the dark while I was in class.”

“I have,” Sewoon says, grinning guiltily. “But not by much. I just haven’t fed in a while, I got a bit desperate. Didn’t want you to come home to see me freaking out in the living room, getting blood stains all over the furniture.”

You chuckle, stifling a much bigger laugh. “You do that even when I am home.”

“But I try to avoid it when you’re not, just so you don’t scream at me when you get back,” he insists, eyes pleading. God, they always fucking work on you. Vamps with soft hearts are a deadly combination. No pun intended.

“I’ll scream at you any time.”

“Like now?” He asks, wincing. He knows he’s in some minorly deep shit now.

“Like now,” you confirm, walking into his dark room and pulling him from his bed by his shirt collar, holding onto it tightly as you drag him outside. “I thought we discussed the dead bird shit, man,” you say, exasperated. “What the hell is this?”

“The dead bird shit.”

“Exactly. When did you even have the time to feed off of it?” You ask, pushing the boy backwards, making him stumble over his feet, dazed. You peer out the window, squinting at the moon behind the skyscrapers. “The sun barely set an hour ago.”

“I was really hungry,” Sewoon admits, and from the way his eyes are still ignited in red hot flames and the blood on his chin is still fresh, you know he’s telling the truth. “It’s been tough.”

“Don’t you work the night shift at the hospital?” You remind him. Typically, this type of incident isn’t an issue, just because Sewoon kind of has an endless supply of human blood whenever he goes in for his internship. It’s a win-win situation most of the time, really. Sewoon gets his blood and he doesn’t have to come in contact with the sun, which—while it will not kill him—will give him a particularly gnarly sunburn on the skin where exposed. Vamp perks. Or not, you suppose.

“They’ve given me more work this past week,” Sewoon sighs, collapsing onto the couch as you get a paper towel to shove the bird out of the window. Couldn’t he have just done this on his own? “I haven’t had the time to feed.”

“God, I hate it when you’re all responsible and productive. It makes me feel so awful,” you tell him, rolling your eyes as you move his feet off of the couch so you can sit next to him. “You’re literally going to live forever. You have all the time in the world to be productive and responsible. Me? I’m gonna die.”

“Not soon, I hope,” Sewoon says, sitting up and leaning on your shoulder. “Nobody else understands my vampire ways like you do.”

“I’ve had to deal with you my entire life. Vamp or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Sewoon rests his chin on your shoulder and grins your way, a tired, hazy smile, and he shows off his blood-stained fangs in the process. They are, admittedly, very cute for a vampire, endearing and surprisingly fitting for him. It’s like he was just made to be a vamp. You can’t help but send a smile his way, not when it’s late in the evening and time feels delicate and slow. You reach a hand up and wipe away the blood on his chin with your thumb, letting it stain your skin and leave his skin pale in return.

“I’d rather live the rest of my days alone than with someone that isn’t you,” Sewoon says, and the line that resides between platonic and romantic affection is practically moot at this point, a nonsense concept that shouldn’t try to separate relationships into black and white. Every interaction with him that you have is platonic, but it could also be romantic if you wanted it to be.

The question is: Do you want it to be romantic? Does he?

Sewoon’s favorite season is winter. By a very long shot. It used to be summer, but that was before he turned, before he realized that he literally always has to walk around outside covered from head to toe, unless he was looking for some intense sunburn to go along with those awful shorts of his. Now, when the seasons change and he gets to bundle up under layers upon layers of sweaters and coats and scarves, he thrives.

You quite like the colder months too, but maybe that’s just because Sewoon always looks so adorable with that bright orange puffer jacket on over four different sweaters. Like the coziest, bright orange marshmallow in the world. He’s always had a particularly cold body, even when you two were children. Not even being turned into a vamp could change that.

“You look like you’d rather die than let your skin touch the sun,” you’re commenting as the two of you get ready to go out on the town. It’s shopping season (it’s always shopping season, really), and you’re also meeting up with one of his friends at a little winter music festival in the square.

“Isn’t that kind of the point of being a vamp?” Sewoon asks as he zips up that obnoxious orange coat of his. He fishes his only pair of gloves out from the pockets of the jacket, tugging them on before turning to attack his scarf. It takes you guys almost five minutes to get from saying that you’ll leave now to actually leaving. It’s always him.

You laugh. “Sun versus Sewoon, who will come out on top?” You declare in your best wrestling commentator voice.

Sewoon smiles to himself, little white fangs peering out from his closed mouth, meeting his soft pink bottom lip. “Sun, definitely. I’d be toast.”

“Ba dum tss,” you say, noting his probably-intentional pun and grabbing your bag and opening the door, the universal signal for hurry the fuck up, let’s go before it’s tomorrow already. Sewoon gets the message and speeds up the process of putting on his boots before scurrying to join you as you make your way down the hallway.

“Are you looking forward to this music thing?” He asks as you reach the lobby. “The one that Donghyun invited us to?”

You shrug, bracing yourself for the biting wind as you leave your complex. “I guess. I’m not looking forward to standing in the cold for God-knows how long.”

“You just gotta toughen up,” Sewoon says, reaching an arm around you and tugging you close into his side. “I’ll warm you up.”

“You’re a fucking vampire. You wouldn’t warm up even if you stood in flames,” you say, frowning.

“I tried to be hospitable and welcoming and romantic and you shoot me down, once again,” Sewoon says, shaking his head in disapproval. “Stop being so realistic all of the time. It ruins the mood.”

“That’s my job.”

“Ah, yes,” Sewoon nods, chuckling to himself heartily as the two of you make your way along the sidewalks to get to the town center, “Professional Mood Ruiner. Very prestigious title. You should put that on your resumé.”

“I’ll put it right next to Vampire Moral Support,” you joke, grinning his way and shivering from the cold. He tightens his hold on you, coat warming you up in place of the body heat that he no longer possesses.

“Yes, you do that.”

Donghyun is already there when you and Sewoon finally reach the festival stage, munching on some ridiculously unhealthy thing he probably got from a food truck nearby. He turns his head, mouth filled with food, and spots the two of you huddled together to shield yourselves from the cold as you walk over to him.

“How the hell are you wearing short sleeves?” You ask, brows furrowed. “It’s winter.”

“It’s not that cold, you guys are just weak,” Donghyun retorts, making Sewoon roll his eyes. Sometimes, when he does that, you get a little worried that those brown contacts are going to dislodge themselves and reveal the red underneath. “Look, I got us a really good spot near the front.”

“Whose smartass idea was it to have a winter music festival outside,” you mutter to yourself as you and Sewoon situate yourselves together next to Donghyun, who’s already distracted and paying little to no attention to you.

Even so, the crowd is sizeable and also getting very hype over the performing artists, Donghyun included. No wonder he’s wearing some goddamn short sleeves—the body heat he must be producing with all of that obnoxious jumping is probably warming him right up. Meanwhile, you and Sewoon are just casually standing together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. You probably look like the damn softest couple in the world, hardly even dancing to the upbeat song and all bundled up together, but neither of you are protesting. Sewoon’s always been quite comfy.

Sewoon turns to smile at you when the song changes, the shadow from his cap cast over his face as his fangs gleam in front of you. Vampires have never been so damn cute, or maybe Sewoon’s just an outlier. The one adorable vamp in the population of evil, rude ones. Of course, no wonder he’s ended up with you.

When the show ends, Donghyun rushes up to the two of you from where he was standing near the stage—you hadn’t even realized he had somehow moved—an alarming amount of sweat staining his shirt from all of the excitement. Only Donghyun would fucking somehow manage to start sweating while outside in the middle of a cold winter’s day. He looks absolutely spent, to put it gently, hair matted and panting like a dog.

“Wow, have you guys even moved?” Donghyun asks the two of you in shock. “It’s like you guys have roots growing into the ground, trapping you here.”

“I think we’re quite comfortable, don’t you?” Sewoon says confidently, wrapping his arms even tighter around your body as he grins towards you, nearly knocking into your forehead with that goddamn cap of his. You nod in response, though under this thick jacket, you’re not really sure if anyone noticed.

Donghyun puts a hand up to wave off Sewoon’s words. “Whatever. You guys can keep being soft here as the crowd leaves. I’m out. Catch you later?”

He doesn’t give either of you time to respond to his posed question and suggest another date  for meeting up, just bounces off as if the weather doesn’t affect him whatsoever, skipping away like a child.

“There’s that nice coffee shop nearby,” you remember, not wanting to go back to your apartment just yet. “Wanna go?”

Sewoon nods happily, releasing you from his embrace as the two of you head in the direction of your next destination. On the way, his fingers fiddle with yours, playing a little game in between your bodies until he eventually coaxes you into just holding his hand like normal people do.

Neither of you are really quite normal.

Stepping into the steamy little corner shop, your ears and nose heat up from the sudden change in temperature, making you shiver from the contrast. You know Sewoon experiences no such sensation, but you don’t really think he minds not having that human quality anymore. Not when your shivering is just another excuse for him to wrap his body around you like a fucking hot dog bun, or something. You eventually have to force him off of you—because with his overbearing body on top of all the heat from this coffee and your own outerwear, you feel like you’re about to melt into a pile of lava right on the hardwood floor—but he doesn’t leave you alone without a teasing little smile, one that is so terribly Sewoon of him.

“Black coffee with absolutely no flavor, how intense of you,” you comment as the two of you wander over to where you can pick up your drinks. In your best rugged, bearded lumberjack voice, you say, “Only real men waste five bucks on coffee that has no taste.”

“Oh, shut up, you know why I got it,” Sewoon says, nudging your side as he rolls your eyes, fake sick of your taunting. “Besides, it tastes better than whatever sugar-filled tea you got yourself.”

“Like you know what my very, very delicious peach green tea tastes like. With your taste buds, everything just tastes like blood, to you,” you retort.

“You got me there,” Sewoon says, pointing a finger gun your way as the barista hands you your drinks.

You migrate over to an empty couch, sitting with your legs pressed up against each others to warm up even further.

“Did you like today’s thing?” Sewoon asks, taking a sip of his coffee and not even flinching when the beverage (probably) burns his tongue. Oh, the life of a vamp.

“It was alright, I guess,” you reply. shrugging. You don’t have the invincible tongue that Sewoon does, so you refrain from drinking your tea for a little longer. “I probably would have enjoyed it more if it weren’t cold and if Donghyun weren’t so… Donghyun.”

Sewoon chuckles at your description of his friend. “That’s the most relatable thing I’ve ever heard.” Another sip. “I quite liked it, actually.”

“Really? You could hear the music under all these damn layers?”

Sewoon pouts, not appreciating your humor despite the fact that you’re absolutely hilarious. “Yes, and I enjoyed it. Makes me want to go home and experiment with my own guitar, see what I can come up with.”

“Oh, please don’t,” you say, brows downturned as you finally work up the courage to have a bit of your drink. Tastes perfect. “Your experimenting isn’t as welcome as you think it is.”

“I am a great singer, thank you,” Sewoon says, playfully affronted.

“Yeah, but you’re not necessarily a good ‘let me just strum random notes on my guitar and see if something sounds nice’ person,” you respond. You don’t know how many times you’ve come home from class to hear Sewoon stringing together some awful sounding melody, woken up in the middle of the night to some obnoxious guitaring from the room beside yours because he sleeps during the day.

Sewoon laughs at your rebuttal, too smitten to come up with his own comeback. “I was hoping you’d like it, that’s why I invited you to it.”

You chuckle. “Ah, geez, thanks. Thought I was just invited because I’m your sad mortal roommate.”

“That too,” Sewoon jokes, earning a gasp and a light smack on the shoulder from you. “I’m kidding. I really did think you’d like it, though. Was considering taking you out to another festival like this one when it gets a bit warmer.”

You narrow your eyes, taking a hesitant and drawn-out sip of your tea. “Did Donghyun set you up to do this?”

“No! All me. Thought we could go together, do some festival-y type things and listen to good music,” Sewoon says, grinning and hopeful.

It sounds suspiciously like a date to your ears, but you suppose that friends can have dates. Very romantic-sounding dates. Sewoon’s playing some sort of game here, but you’re not sure if you ever read the instruction manual, so you’re kind of just bullshitting your way through it. But a date—romantic, platonic, pathetic, whatever—with Sewoon is something you find you can never really resist.

One plus side to your best friend-slash-vamp being your long-term uni roommate is the fact that the both of you are typically awake at the same time. This can mostly be chalked up to your absolute shit sleeping schedule and the fact that he has to try and be as awake as he can during the night, since he can’t really do much besides mope in a dark room with the blinds drawn when it’s day.

Truth be told, even before Sewoon turned, he always had kind of a terrible sleeping schedule, always calling you up in high school at three in the morning to go and have some ridiculous escapade in the local park, go to a gas station convenience store and buy an obscene amount of chips before pigging out on the sidewalk. Sewoon really was just meant to be a vampire. Hardly anything changed—other than his unyielding need for blood—when he was bitten. Jeong Sewoon is still Jeong Sewoon, fangs or not, and you are still his best friend, vamp qualities and all.

He doesn’t have his internship this week—something about overstaffing and boring patients and shift cuts that you didn’t pay much attention to—and he doesn’t have class either because he takes it online (so he can do it at night), so he’s kind of just… always at home. Always. To be quite frank, you don’t really like leaving Sewoon at home alone. Not that he’s been known to you to throw massive parties or constantly bring home one-night stands (in fact, he never does the latter), but this whole vampire thing is still a bit new to the both of you. There could always be this one weird trait that could pop out of nowhere and burn the whole damn complex down, and you don’t like taking that chance.

The relationship you have with him is a little weird. You’re not necessarily his caretaker, because he knows how to deal with his own shit most of the time, but you’re also not just his best friend-slash-roommate that just so conveniently happened to want to share an apartment with him. There’s this peculiar mix of friend, guardian, guide, and another thing you don’t like putting a name to.

That thing that makes you think that half of the time there’s some romantic connotation with whatever the hell you’re doing with Sewoon. Whatever it is.

At least you can go to class with peace of mind, knowing that Sewoon typically just keeps himself busy when you’re not there with naps, schoolwork, or that beat-up old guitar that drives you nuts. The one that makes him hiss at you when you try to touch it.

You come home on a Friday night to one of the nicest scenes you think you’ve ever seen in the history of your friendship with Sewoon. Candles are lit all around the living space (you didn’t even know you owned candles) and there are Christmas lights decorating the walls. Sewoon sits on the couch, not a dead animal in sight, curled up in several layers of blankets and duvets and sheets, and a DVD case rests on your coffee table.

“The hell is this?” You ask, mostly in awe as you look around, dropping your bag onto the floor beside you.

“Movie night, except I took the liberty of setting the mood,” Sewoon says, clearly proud of his work.

“What movie are we watching?” You ask in disbelief, settling in on the couch next to him.

“Zootopia,” Sewoon says as he presses a couple of buttons on the remote, bringing the two of you to the loading screen.

“Wow, very romantic. Animals walking on two feet, damn, it just gets you,” you comment sarcastically.

“Leave me alone, I know we both like this movie, so we’re watching it.”

“You know me so well,” you mutter as you let your head rest in the crook of his neck, heaps of blankets covering your bodies.

Surprisingly enough, the movie goes on perfectly and without any interruptions from Sewoon, who is notorious for pausing the movie every five minutes to say something. He just lets his arm tug you in closer as you snuggle together on your sad little couch in this homely apartment. Sewoon always laughs at the worst parts, though, and typically you’re just a little annoyed by the timing but tonight, you can’t help but relish in the sound of his giggles, heart racing when they begin and dropping when they end.

You’d be a fool to not notice the definite romantic aura this entire movie night possesses, from the candles to the blankets to the fairy lights. Even so, you swear to yourself that you’re just friends, that maybe Sewoon’s doing all of this just for fun because you guys are just friends and you’ve always been just friends and that’s how you think you’ll always be. Friends do this type of stuff for their friends? Right?

You’re almost half-asleep by the time the movie draws to a close, Shakira’s voice fading out as Sewoon lowers the volume.

“Sleepy?” He asks, voice thick with tiredness himself.

“Just a little,” you say, trying to hide it even though you know he can see right through you. “What was all of this for, anyway, Sewoon?”

Sewoon blushes a little, eyes glowing a dark burgundy in the candlelight. You’ve never seen them this shade before. “Just a thing for you.”

“For me?”

“Yeah, can’t you tell? I care about you a lot, Y/N. I never want you to leave my side,” Sewoon hums softly, and you have no idea what he’s going to say next, what else he’ll do to sweep you off your feet, until he presses his lips to yours.

This is easily the most lighthearted kiss you’ve ever had, no teeth or tongue, just a child’s playground kiss. Just his lips on yours. It makes you gasp ever so slightly, but immediately you melt into the feeling, smiling on his lips.

“So, how about it?” Sewoon asks, beaming and hopeful and promising. He’ll give you the world if it means your happiness. “Will you accept my very cheesy confession?”

You laugh into your hand, almost too in shock to say anything. Almost. “You’re such a soft vamp, Sewoon, but of course. Always. It’s always been you, Sewoon.”

Grinning in the candlelight, his fangs have never looked better.

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[imagineproduce101]

Get To Know You

You’re a counselor at a summer camp, and Jung Sewoon is the cute counselor who plays his guitar during camp bonfires. Unfortunately, you’re too shy to say anything to him.

you drummed your fingers against your thigh, swaying back and forth to the soothing sound of the guitar

next to you, your best friend at camp, seungkwan, clapped his hands, and the crackle of the bonfire sent sparks up into the night air

you’d been coming back to the same summer camp since you were a young child, and now you had returned as a camp counselor

vernon and seungkwan, two of your closest friends that you’d made at camp, also came back

“alright, what should i play next?”

jung sewoon smiled over at the campers who were watching him eagerly, and you felt your heart melt as he listened closely to their suggestions

you’d also seen sewoon every year at camp, but you were pretty sure that the handsome singer didn’t even know who you were

every time he looked at you, you stared at the floor, and you’d never even held a full conversation with him

the camp had a bonfire every week, and so every week, you sat with your friends and screamed internally at how cute sewoon was

one morning during breakfast, you were sitting with vernon and seungkwan

you were just sipping your orange juice and looking around the dining hall casually

the loud chatter of the campers filled the room, and vernon was forced to nearly shout just to talk to the two of you

as vernon informed the two of you of the day’s activities, you made eye contact with sewoon

and then sewoon smiled at you?????

you nearly choked into your orange juice, wheezing and coughing loudly as you turned back to your friends, turning a bright red

(at his own table, sewoon suppressed a smile as he turned back to his own friends)

of course, as soon as vernon and seungkwan figured out what had happened, they started teasing you

you just rolled your eyes, internally dying from embarrassment because of the whole situation

soon, it was the last week of camp, and you were scolding yourself for not sucking it up and just talking to sewoon

your friends tried to encourage you too, but you were just too nervous?

on the last day of camp, the day before all the buses came to take everyone home to the big city, there was a goodbye bonfire

you were sad to have to leave camp, since you genuinely enjoyed spending time there with your friends and the kids

you sat with a few of the kids that you’d worked with during camp at the bonfire, and helped them roast some marshmallows

of course, sewoon got out his guitar and started playing 

the kids requested various songs that they wanted to hear, and soon, it was almost time to sleep,,,,

you wanted to stay there forever, just listening to sewoon’s music and enjoying the atmosphere of the bonfire, with the logs crackling and the smoke filling the crisp night air

“this last song is dedicated to someone i’ve really enjoyed being with,” sewoon said as he started strumming the opening chords of his last song, “i hope we’re able to connect soon.”

as he said this, your heart sank, knowing that sewoon had probably started liking someone during his time there

“(y/n), are you okay?” one of the kids sitting near you asked, looking a bit worried

you just smiled, waving them off and assuring them that you were okay

(were you really okay? were you really?)

the next morning, you had to wake up quite early to get on the bus

with your backpack and duffel bag, you were just dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, waiting blearily for the campers to board the huge bus

once all the campers were on board, the counselors got on as well

of course, seungkwan and vernon sat together, leaving you with an empty seat next to you

just as you were putting your earbuds into your ears, someone coughed awkwardly

“hey, do you mind if i sit here?” jung sewoon sent you a million-watt smile that sent your heart into a frenzy

“Oh!” you quickly moved to take your backpack from the seat next to you, putting it under the seat instead, “of course!”

“thank you,” sewoon smiled, “i’m glad that i got to sit next to you, i feel like you’re one of the counselors that i didn’t really get to know, and i didn’t want to leave with any regrets.”

you hummed in agreement, not trusting yourself to actually say anything

“so, are you looking forward to going back to the city?” sewoon asked curiously, looking over at you

you thought about the question for a moment as the bus started up, making the kids in back start exclaiming loudly

luckily, another counselor got up to quiet them down, allowing you to turn to sewoon and respond.

“i suppose?” you replied a bit nervously, internally cringing at how awkward you were, “but i really do like it out here.”

“same here,” sewoon agreed, “it’s just a lot more peaceful.”

as your conversation with sewoon progressed, you found yourself relaxing, as he was quite funny and very charming

soon, the two of you were making jokes and laughing

sewoon even shared his earbuds with you, showing you a song that he insisted you had to listen to

and after looking through your own music app, you two discovered that you were into the same music

the two of you ended up talking the entire bus ride back

as you stepped off the bus with your things, you spotted your friend, who drove there to pick you up

just as you were heading over to your friend, you heard someone call your name

“hey, (y/n)!” sewoon jogged up to you, a little out of breath, “would you really want to give me your number? i really enjoyed talking with you, maybe you’d want to go on a date and grab some coffee? and talk about music some more?”

you smiled enormously at that, quickly punching in your number with shaking fingers

the two of you said goodbye to each other, and you hurried back over to your friend

“who was that?” she asked curiously as the two of you got into her car

you felt your phone vibrate, and glanced down to check the notification

‘hey, it’s sewoon ;))))))”

you hid a smile at that, ducking your head

“just a guy,” you replied, quickly typing out a response

your friend glanced over at you and took in your huge smile as you typed away on your phone and smiled, shaking her head as she turned back to the road

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[notsobobae]

like a dream ( howons ) - Hadas. (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/VvWMWiMqxE ¿Y quién es él? ¿Qué es lo que hace en aquel lugar? No quiere que se aleje, aún así, pues ha creado un sueño donde nadie existe además de ellos dos.

#espaol #fanfic #howons #jaehwan #kpop #one #oneshot #produce #produce101 #sewoon #wanna #wannaone #books #wattpad #amreading

[singingmyreverie]

College AU Masterlist

Hi I’m just a passerby fangirl with a few oneshots :)

Wanna One

Yoon Jisung

Ha Sungwoon 

Hwang Minhyun

Ong Seongwoo

Kim Jaehwan

Kang Daniel

Park Jihoon

Park Woojin

Bae Jinyoung

Lee Daehwi

Lai Guanlin

NU’EST W (that W hurt to type ok)

Kim Jonghyun (JR)

Kang Dongho (Baekho)

Other Produce 101 Trainees

Jung Sewoon (Starship Trainee)

Im Youngmin (MXM, Brand New Music Trainee)

Kim Donghyun (MXM, Brand New Music Trainee)

Noh Taehyun (Kid Monster of Hotshot)

Takada Kenta (Star Road Ent. Trainee)

Lee Euiwoong (Yuehua Ent. Trainee)

Zhu Zhengting (Yuehua Ent. Trainee)

Some notes to know about the alternate universe:

The university is arts specialized for those looking to be in entertainment (ranges from actors to instrumentalists), idols (all rounders), or behind the scene works (like filming, lighting, stage or costume design, stylists, makeup)

There are a lot of festivals open to public!! Gives students and teachers the opportunity to showcase their works :)

Other Scenarios: Secret Identity Series Masterlist

#wanna one #produce 101 #masterlist #scenarios #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #mxm #mxm scenarios #nuest #nuest scenarios #mine

[woojin-n-out]

Rules

1. i write for wanna one, with very few exceptions of other produce 101 season 2 trainees (i’m sorry i can't remember everyone especially not enough to write about them D:) eliminated trainees i will write for: seonho, jonghyun, kenta, lee woojin, youngmin, sewoon, haknyeon

2. no smut. no exceptions!! this is out of my comfort zone + most of them are underage and tHATS ILLEGAL

3. i refuse to romanticize cheating, bullying, sexual assault, and abusive relationships. if i deem a request inappropriate, i will simply delete it. this is my blog and i have the final say in what goes on it

4. i write oneshots/scenarios/imagines/reactions/bullets but not chaptered fics. please choose one of the above + specify a member with a genre (or scene)

5. please check my masterlist to see if your request has been done before

6. i haven't actually tried writing horror but im willing to challenge new things!! i'll be keeping it to a minimal though. not too much gore

7. i do not write for ships. whether it's between the members or the member with a female idol. i write with Y/N

8. i don’t write noona-dongsaeng relationships. not bc i have anything against it, but bc i’m really not confident about writing it :((

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[pd101s2prompts]

Jaehwan stopped talking and swallowed. The words had come avalanching out of his mouth, like some kind of natural disaster he had no control over. For the second time that night, Jaehwan was struck by the urgent desire to die. The entire time Sewoon had remained silent with his head tilted up toward the night sky.

“You don’t have to be lonely,” Sewoon said in a pleasant, unaffected tone. — Jaehwan/Sewoon, in which Jaehwan is hopeless and Sewoon is too good to be true.

If you love Howons, I'd recommend this cute drunken oneshot! Please read and leave them a comment!

#Kim jaehwan #jung sewoon #howons #wannaone #wanna one #broduce 101 #produce 101 season 2 #produce 101 s2 #produce 101 #rec #au #uni au

[godzillalien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Produce 101 (TV), Wanna One (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kang Daniel & Ong Seongwoo, Kang Daniel/Ong Seongwoo Characters: Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwoo, Hwang Minhyun, Yoo Seonho, Kim Jaehwan, Jung Sewoon, Wanna One Ensemble, Park Jihoon, Bae Jinyoung, Lee Daehwi, Lai Guanlin Additional Tags: hinted Sewoon/Jaehwan, hinted Minhyun/Seonho, Established Relationship, OngNiel is together, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Food, Boys Kissing, Might be OOC, Oneshot, hinted PanWink, hinted Deephwi Series: Part 1 of Mizuno Hikaru's P101 oneshots collections Summary:

You have a constellation on your face, Daniel told Seongwoo once. It was right after the first shooting of the show. His tone were amused, his lips were pulled into a teasing grin, his fingertips reached the three dots located on Seongwoo's left cheek. The latter's skin felt warm under his touch, smooth and supple.

Yeah, you're not the first one to tell me that, Seongwoo laughed, and Daniel nodded. After all it was noticed during the shooting, mentioned even. Daniel was sure that part won't be edited and surely aired, means everyone will know the fact as well. It's kinda a pity actually, that he wasn't the first person noticed those moles, nor be the only one.

  or in short: Ong Seongwoo has a constellation on his face: the three moles formed a small triangle that looked just like the Summer Triangle of "The Weaver and The Cowherd" myth. And Kang Daniel named those moles secretly.

#kang daniel #ong seongwoo #ongniel #nielong #wanna one #produce 101

[imagineproduce101]

A Song For You

You and Sewoon are separated by distance, and he sings you a lullaby. 

find the song here!

You readjusted the phone that was lying on the pillow next to you, letting the soothing sound of Sewoon’s voice wash over your senses.

“Sleepy?” He asked with a slight chuckle. You hummed, turning under the covers so that you were facing your phone.

“Yeah,” you replied, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, babe,” Sewoon replied with a sigh, “three more weeks.”

“Yeah,” you felt your eyelids getting heavier as Sewoon continued talking. A month and a half ago, your work had offered you an internship at their site across the country, which unfortunately meant a month and a half away from Sewoon, your loving boyfriend.

“Want me to sing something?” Sewoon asked, making you smile, before you realized that he couldn’t hear you.

“Yes, please,” you murmured sleepily, “if you’re not tired.” 

You heard rustling on the other end of the line, and then a few chords from Sewoon’s guitar as he warmed up quickly. Then, he started strumming in earnest, and his sweet voice followed soon after. 

“This is the most expensive solo concert in the world; I’m the singer and the audience is just you.”

You reached over to turn the volume up a little bit, drawing the covers further over you as you closed your eyes, letting Sewoon’s voice draw you closer and closer to sleep. 

“Before the curtains are drawn; Just be careful of a few things.”

You felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, the sound of the soothing song slowly fading into the background as sleep overtook you.

“G’nite,” you managed to mumble before you drifted off asleep. Sewoon finished the song before setting down his guitar to pick up his phone, smiling to himself as he ended the call. 

#produce 101 #produce 101 imagine #produce 101 scenario #produce 101 oneshot #produce 101 fanfic #jeong sewoon #jeong sewoon imagine #jeong sewoon scenario #jeong sewoon oneshot #jeong sewoon fanfic

[imagineproduce101]

♡Stay

You looked down at the mug of tea in front of you awkwardly, sighing as you caught sight of your reflection in the liquid, no longer hot. You’d been asked out on a date for Valentine’s Day by a co-worker, and he was an hour late, but more than likely, not showing up at all. Thinking about your predicament made you want to burst in tears-- stood up on Valentine’s Day, what a loser.

You felt miserable sitting there all dressed up, with your hair done nicely and everything. You were such an idiot to think he’d want to go out with you.

“Thank you all once again for your amazing support tonight, I hope you all have a wonderful night,” the live act, a lovely guitarist who had an amazing voice as well, said into his mic. You’d noticed him in and out during your hour at the cafe, given how he was also fairly handsome, but your anxiety and distress at getting stood up overshadowed any possible ogling. “To finish up the night, here’s Sugar.”

You tapped your foot as you concentrated fully on the performer, letting his honey-smooth vocals soothe you. He really was an amazing singer, you thought to yourself offhandedly after checking your phone once more. Just the uplifting sound of the performer’s song made you hold out hope just a little longer, and you found yourself waving over the waiter, asking for a fresh tea.

Once you had the tea, the performer finished up his act before thanking the audience once again.

“Have a happy Valentine’s Day, everyone,” the performer’s smooth voice said through the speakers, and you jolted as his eyes suddenly focused on you, a charming smile on his lips.

You sighed again, reminded of your situation as you took another sip of your tea. You checked your phone again-- an hour and fifteen minutes late. This guy really wasn’t showing up. You took a final sip of your tea, getting ready to grab your wallet and head out of the cafe.

“Taking a night to yourself?”

You coughed at the sound of that familiar smooth voice, quickly setting your mug down.

“Oh, did I startle you?” The performer’s eyes widened as he patted you on the back, “ah, I’m sorry!”

“No, no,” you waved your hand, “it’s alright. And no, I was, ah, actually stood up. Kind of embarrassing.” You felt your cheeks heat up at confessing something like that to this handsome man.

He frowned, taking the seat across from you. “Well, that won’t do. Hey, Jaehwan!”

The waiter hurried over, raising an eyebrow, “yes?”

“Could you grab two slices of that awesome red velvet cake?” The performer handed the waiter, Jaehwan, a bill, “and some water?” Jaehwan nodded, heading off to the back.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you felt your cheeks getting even more pink, “I was just heading home.”

The performer smiled at you, revealing perfectly white teeth, “it’s alright, I want to. I’m Sewoon.”

“(y/n),” you replied shyly, shaking Sewoon’s hand.

“Well, (y/n),” Sewoon said, leaning forward slightly, “tell me about yourself, I’d like to get to know you, if you’re willing to treat this as our first date.”

Your eyes widened slightly before you felt yourself shyly. “Well, for starters, I work at a start-up company doing data entry.”

The two of you ended up sitting in the cafe until closing, talking over empty plates and mugs into late in the night. Sewoon walked you home, and quickly punched his number into your phone as he stood on your front steps, cheeks a light pink under the orange light of the street lamps. You waved happily to him as he walked down the street, waving back, and a new feeling of warmth washed over you.

#produce 101 #produce 101 imagine #produce 101 scenario #produce 101 oneshot #produce 101 fanfiction #jung sewoon #jung sewoon imagine #jung sewoon scenario #jung sewoon oneshot #jung sewoon fanfiction

[imagineproduce101]

Jung Sewoon Mafia AU

tysm to  @ohkaypopthis as usual coming thru with the amazing a1 plot ideas wow what a legend

*the actual fic is under the read more bc it’s long as hell and i’m not tryna spam people on any of the tags yikes

you gasped, trying to catch your breath momentarily before hurtling yourself off of the building’s roof, landing hard in an open garbage dumpster, the bags just barely breaking your fall

“(y/n)-ssi,” jung sewoon, a high-up member of the 101, your own group’s absolute rival, called from the top of the building, staring down at you with cold brown eyes, “i just want to talk with you, i’m not going to hurt you.”

“bullshit,” you muttered, clambering out of the dumpster

you hadn’t trust jung sewoon’s charming voice and easy smiles when he’d first approached you inside the convenience store where you worked part-time, and you still didn’t trust him now

“(y/n), this is your last warning,” sewoon’s velvety voice said, a tinge of something much harsher in it, “stop running away and talk with me. i can get you out of SVT.”

you just groaned and hopped down from the dumpster, wincing in pain

your body already hurt, and so all the physical activity wasn’t really helping matters

“Fine.”

you glanced up in shock at the total 180 sewoon’s voice had taken, hard, steely and calculated

“taehyun, go.”

there was a loud bang, and you let out a scream as something grazed your arm, adrenaline immediately thrumming through your body

“you fucking shot me?” you yelled furiously, feeling your head start to spin

“I told you, that was your last warning.”

the last thing you heard before you blacked out was that voice, gripping your consciousness with a cold iron grasp

the first thing that you noticed when you finally came to was how fuzzy your head and mouth seemed

“how are you feeling?

that familiar velvety voice pierced through the hazy fog in your mind, and your eyes fluttered open

you were in a hospital room, a few men staring at you

one of them was obviously a doctor, and one of them was jung sewoon

“you just can’t leave me alone, can you?” you managed to croak out despite your incredibly dry throat

sewoon just chuckled and handed you a water bottle after opening it swiftly

“we have a proposal for you.”

you eyed sewoon suspiciously after you’d taken a few sips

“who exactly is ‘we’ and what kind of proposal are we talking?”

sewoon sighed, glancing at the doctor, who frowned

“fine, i’ll take the hint,” the doctor grumbled, shuffling out of the room

“thanks, gunhee,” the other guy accompanying sewoon chirped, before bursting out into giggles

sewoon just sighed and grabbed a folder, handing it over to you

“i can’t move my right arm, dumbass,” you snapped, glaring at the reason why your arm was covered in bandages

sewoon just smiled at you and opened the folder, showing you the files inside

it was full of intel on you-- your family, how SVT had blackmailed you into joining and how you struggled to even barely support your family

“(y/n), you need help,” sewoon said firmly, levelling you with a stare

you looked back at him defiantly, not wanting to admit that yes, you did need something, anything, to get out of SVT

“SVT uses you as a pawn, nothing more,” sewoon continued, pulling up a chair next to your bed

you tried to ignore the heat that was taking over your cheeks, glancing down at the papers in sewoon’s hand to avoid his intense stare

“the 101 can help you, (y/n),” sewoon continued, “we’ve seen your abilities so far-- your talents are wasted on these low-level missions that SVT has been assigning you, and they’re far too risky for you.”

“so what are you proposing, mr. confident?” you retorted

sewoon leaned back in his chair, satisfied knowing that he’d already won half the battle

“stay in SVT for now,” he said, “i’ll check in with you frequently, and you’ll inform us about what jobs they are taking on, their focuses and such. when the time is right, we’ll transfer you to a 101 division that keeps you out of the path with SVT. we’ll also have a few members watch your family, keeping tabs and making sure that they’re safe.”

you considered his proposal, flipping through the papers that sewoon had handed you

it was an enticing proposal, but in all honesty, you were scared, not for yourself, but for your family

“(y/n), I’m fairly powerful in the 101,” sewoon’s velvety voice interrupted your musing, “I can arrange for some our best members to watch your family. they’ll be safe.”

you looked up at him sharply, a bit perturbed by how well he was able to tell what you were thinking 

“fine,” you nodded, handing the papers back to sewoon, “let’s do this.”

working with sewoon wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be

you were definitely nervous about being caught, but sewoon only checked in with you once every two weeks, and was cautious about it

other than that, you continued on your usual svt tasks, while collecting information about jobs, new recruits and plans to sewoon, who passed it on to the other members of the 101

the check-ins became somewhat of a welcome routine 

sewoon would always ask how you were doing, and bring you your favorite ice-cream if he knew you were having a particularly bad week

the two of you developed something akin to a friendship, the two of you sitting at your dining room table, chatting about whatever

it was during those late nights that you started noticing just how charming sewoon’s smile was, and just how soothing his presence was

you didn’t want to admit it, to yourself or to anyone else, but you were slowly falling for sewoon

you knew it was a dangerous path to go down, especially since you weren’t completely free from svt 

however, you did your best to ignore your feelings and focus on the job instead

one night, you received a rather cryptic text message, asking you to sneak into seungcheol’s office and to steal a flashdrive

you were able to deduce that it was sewoon, and you quickly mapped out your plan in your mind

as quietly as you could, you snuck into seungcheol’s office, carefully easing the door open

you knew exactly where the flashdrive would be-- in the second drawer of his desk

stealthily, you made your way to the desk, taking extra care to slowly open the drawer

“well, well, well, (y/n).”

you whirled around as the lights flickered on, revealing seungcheol standing in the doorway to his office, a raised handgun pointing at you

“s-seungcheol-ssi,” you managed to stammer out, hand instantly going to where you kept your own gun

“don’t even try,” your boss replied, lip curling up in disdain

he gestured, and two other members of svt appeared behind him, one of them roughly grabbing your wrists and tying them up with a thick piece of rope

you struggled momentarily, panicking at the thought of what might happen, but you were restrained before you were really able to resist

a blindfold was pulled over your eyes, and you felt something-- possibly duck tape-- being wrapped around your ankles

someone picked you up unceremoniously, prompting another wave of muffled screeches and squirming about

“now, now, (y/n), hold still,” you heard seungcheol croon, before someone petted your hair gently, “after all, we have a certain ritual for those who betray us, don’t we?”

you squirmed even more at that, knowing exactly what that ritual entailed, and it wasn’t pretty

you felt yourself being set down on another seat, presumably in a car, if the sounds and smells were any indicator

as you tried to get your hands free, a thought passed through your mind-- what if this was the night that you died?

“head for the pier, mingyu, the pier,” you heard seungcheol growl from next to you

the command made you think of something--your cellphone

in a stroke of laziness, you’d programmed it to respond when you said “hey, phone”, and then you’d be able to ask it to do whatever you wanted

“hey, phone,” you blurted out, smiling when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket

“what was that?” seungcheol snapped

“I said, you should call jung sewoon. this is his mess, not mine,” you replied, hoping that your phone picked up the “call jung sewoon”

sure enough, your phone vibrated again, followed by a second vibration to signify that he’d picked up

“like hell I’m calling jung sewoon, what am I, an idiot?” seungcheol growled out

“I dunno, Seungcheol,” you said, thinking quickly, “you said you were taking me to the pier, right? Hasn’t the 101 beat you in a shoot-out there before? It’s like, 101 turf now, so won’t you be starting shit?”

“Shut up, (y/n)’

you fell silent again, hoping that sewoon had gotten the message-- and that he even cared enough to do anything about it

a few minutes passed, and the initial nervousness of the whole situation turned into a weird passive panicking emotion that you were unfamiliar with

when you felt the car stop, you felt your heart race a bit more, knowing what was to come

maybe this really was the end, you thought to yourself

in one swift motion, seungcheol yanked the blindfold off of you, and you blinked your eyes a few times to get accustomed to the bright light

“get out of the car,” seungcheol said roughly, yanking you up

you stumbled to follow him, barely able to walk due to the restraints on your feet

“see this?” seungcheol asked, shoving you forward over the edge of the pier, so that all that was keeping you from falling was his tight grip on your shoulders, “this is where the rats who don’t understand loyalty end up. like you.”

“choi seungcheol,” you heard a cold, steely, familiar voice 

both you and seungcheol turned around at the same time, and you gasped, meeting the gaze of those familiar cold brown eyes

sewoon stood at the beginning of the pier, a few others from the 101 flanking him

“give (y/n) up, and we can settle a deal,” sewoon said sternly, eyes darting from you to seungcheol and back

seungcheol smirked at sewoon and the others from the 101, tilting his head back slightly

you felt your heart race even faster, recognizing the sinister, pure evil expression on his face

“jung sewoon, did you really think that you would get the best of me?”

“let (y/n) go, you bastard,” sewoon growled, lunging forward

in one swift motion, seungcheol shoved you over the side of the pier, and you screamed in horror as the icy cold water hit you

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die, was all that you could think as you thrashed around in the cold water, feeling your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen

then suddenly, there was warmth against your neck, your back as you were yanked upwards, and oxygen flooded your lungs again as you gasped for breath

“(y/n)!” sewoon’s rough voice entered your ear, harried and panicked. “are you okay?”

his hands quickly went to undo your gag before undoing your hands and feet, allowing you to tread water

you were exhausted, and it took all your energy just to cling to sewoon as he began swimming towards the shore

the exhaustion from the night made you hazy as sewoon helped you stumble onto shore, weighed down by your wet clothes

“they ran off when they saw we had backups, boss,” another member of the 101 ran up to you and sewoon, panting heavily 

sewoon nodded, accepting the large jacket from him and draping it over your shoulders

you were trembling, your teeth chattering from the cold of the frigid water

“(y/n), are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice now a warm, soothing tone

his eyes pierced into yours, a much softer coffee now

you nodded mutely, tears pricking at your eyes as the memories of the night rushed back to you

sewoon stared at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you

you rested your head on his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he rubbed your back comfortingly

“(y/n), i’m so, so sorry about tonight,” he said quietly, his voice a quiet rumble, “i didn’t think about the implications of that flashdrive, and if i could go back in time and change my decision, i would. i care about you so much, and i’m sorry to have put you in harms’ way.”

you felt him press a tentative kiss to the top of your head, drawing the dry jacket closer around your shoulders

you pulled away from him, hastily wiping your tears before looking up at the taller man

you’d always been one for impulsive decisions, and this certainly wasn’t an exception, you thought to yourself as you leaned up to kiss sewoon on the lips

he gently brought a hand to your waist, holding you closely, as though he was afraid of breaking you

and as the two of you stood there, freezing cold from the icy water, you felt a new kind of warmth spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes

if this wasn’t cohesive/didn’t flow well, it’s because it didn’t; i wrote it in like three different chunks over a four month period yiiiikes

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[imagineproduce101]

Heartache

sewoon and the letter for anon

I can see your smile It's what gets me through my hard days

listen to the letter 

The only thing you really registered was how painful your eyes were to open and close, completely swollen from having fallen asleep crying. You were lying in your bed, curled up underneath the thick blankets that your best friend had draped over you the night before.

“I’m sorry, (y/n), but I’m so busy, I can’t juggle both a relationship and work. I think we should break up.”

Just the memory brought another fresh round of tears to your eyes. Your boyfriend, or rather, ex-boyfriend, had broken up with you approximately 22 hours ago, and you felt lost, alone. In your mind, you should have been supporting Sewoon through his stressful time, through the intense hours of being an idol. This had been the first relationship that you’d truly felt at home and completely yourself, from the everyday smiles and twinkling eyes that you and Sewoon shared to the fancy anniversary dinners in fancy outfits. 

You sighed, rolling over onto your side, staring at the picture that rested on your nightstand of you and Sewoon. It was of the two of you at your third date, a cute picture that you’d asked a random person to take. The two of you looked so happy, and you wondered where that had gone. The memory made you tighten your grasp on the blanket, burrowing further into the warmth. You couldn’t help but think that you weren’t good enough, that you had bored Sewoon or that you weren’t attractive enough.

Little did you know, Sewoon had broken up with you because his company had threatened to sue you for causing fans to become angry that their idol was dating someone. He couldn’t bear the thought of his work causing you pain, but he’d failed to consider the pain he’d cause by breaking up with you.

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[imagineproduce101]

Mayday, Mayday (Got Me Thinking Bout You Everyday)

After the first time you spilled coffee on an incredibly handsome man at a bus stop, you never expected to see him again. When you spill coffee on him the second time, the two of you get to talking.

written bc sewoon fucking debuted and yes bih

his album is amazing and i rlly love never mind so much omg

and also his stage for the title song is soo cool omgggggg

You sighed, ducking under the awning of the bus stop. It was still raining, though the air was warm and sticky, and you struggled to close your umbrella, dripping wet.

Completely focused on closing the umbrella, you didn’t realize that you had turned slightly, and before you could realize what was happening, you’d swung your umbrella into someone, knocking the cup of coffee all over them.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you gasped, forgoing your stupid, stubborn umbrella in favor of checking to see if the poor man was okay. “Are you alright? I am so, so sorry.”

The man, who you now realized was incredibly handsome, smiled gently at you. “It’s alright, don’t worry,” he assured you.

“Really,” you sighed, digging around in your bag for your packet of tissues that you carried around, “I feel really bad. I can get that jacket dry cleaned for you, if you’d like?”

“It’s fine, it was an innocent mistake,” the man smiled down at you, “unless you were secretly plotting against me?” You grinned at his playful tone.

“I have a personal vendetta against suit jackets,” you played along, appreciating how he chuckled at your joke.

“But really, don’t worry about it,” the man assured you gently, “I know that it was a mistake, and besides, it’s a black jacket—it won’t even stain. A little coffee never hurt anyone.”

A few days later, you were running a bit late to work, and stepped into a coffee shop to grab a quick cup before heading to work. As you breathed in the bitter aroma, you couldn’t help but think of the handsome man from the bus stop. You’d gushed to your roommate that night about how handsome and kind he was, lamenting that you hadn’t thought to ask for his number, or his name at the very least.

“One latte for (y/n)!” The barista called, setting your coffee down on the counter.

“Thank you!” You said with a smile, collecting your cup. As though in slow motion, you spun around and were met with a hard chest, your coffee going all over the poor man’s clean white shirt.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!”

“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this.”

You looked up to meet the warm gaze of the man from the bus stop, smiling down at you. You groaned, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

“That makes this even worse,” you sighed, rushing to dab at his shirt with a few napkins hastily yanked from the dispenser, “I’m such a klutz, I’m so, so, sorry.” As you carefully wiped at the coffee on his chest, you couldn’t help but notice how nice his musceles seemed.

“Hey, really, it’s okay,” the man said gently, reaching down to carefully take the napkins from you. As his fingers brushed against yours, you realized how close you were to him, breath caught in the back of your throat. The two of you stood there for a heartbeat longer, staring at each other, before the man coughed, gently taking the napkins and dabbing at the stain. “I should probably introduce myself if this is going to become a regular thing,” he joked, sending you a charming smile, “I’m Sewoon.”

“(y/n),” you replied with a smile, “and I really, really hope this doesn’t become a regular thing.”

“What, you don’t like seeing me in the morning?” Sewoon teased, watching as your cheeks turned pink again.

“N-no, it’s not that!” You stammered, flustered at his teasing, “I mean, spilling coffee on you. It’s kind of a terrible way to see someone in the morning.”

“Maybe you should give me your number, then,” Sewoon said with a playful grin, “that way, we can see each other in the morning the right way.”

If possible, your cheeks heated up even more, “Yah! I don’t put out on the first date, for your information.”

“Who said anything about putting out?” Sewoon winked at you, pulling out his phone casually, “you’re lucky if you get a kiss from me on the first date.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to just wait and see then,” you said defiantly, punching your number into your phone. Sewoon chuckled at how adorable you were, pretending to be upset as you huffed.

“That we will,” Sewoon smiled, tucking his phone back into his pocket, “I’ll see you soon.”

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[godzillalien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Produce 101 (TV), Wanna One (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kang Daniel & Ong Seongwoo, Kang Daniel/Ong Seongwoo Characters: Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwoo, Hwang Minhyun, Yoon Jisung, Park Jihoon, Kim Jaehwan, Jung Sewoon, Yoo Seonho, Wanna One Ensemble Additional Tags: Ongniel, mentioned WinkNiel, hinted Sewoon/Jaehwan, hinted Minhyun/Seonho, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romantic Fluff, Happy Ending, Oneshot Series: Part 3 of Mizuno Hikaru's P101 oneshots collections Summary:

They used to be inseparable, him and Daniel, teased often as the other trainees mocked that they were joined in the hip. They spent most of their time with each other, in pretense of practicing dance moves and repeating their melodies over and over again, perfecting every line they need to performed. And there were hours of them just lied side by side, muttering random topics, discussing anything else other than the competition itself. Being with Daniel was easier than breathing, happened so naturally—like it was something that meant to be.

Then the competition was over and they kept being busier and busier—their debut was scheduled on August, along with tons of promotion they need to do and a gazillion of ads to shoot. In the beginning it was fun and challenging, until Seongwoo reached the limit and realized that they were slowly drifting apart.

Daniel hesitated for a second before he took Seongwoo's hand and held the older male's wrist. “We rarely hang out these days. I miss hanging out with you, Hyung.”

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