Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one|two|three|four

Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub! It was so close AHHH! That was a bold move! I can’t believe he didn’t throw me off!!

You’re over the moon for the rest of the day. You have been under the weather for some days, and your parents are worried about it. Seeing you like this, they feel at ease.

You begin to anticipate tomorrow. Will your relationship with Wonwoo turn for the better? This is what makes school exciting!

However, Wonwoo feigns ignorance whenever you try to have a conversation with him. It goes on for another two days, and he still has nothing to say to you.

Not to mention, Somi and Umji also avoid talking about him during the break. They never answer your questions regarding Wonwoo, and it put you into a dispiriting mood again.

In the aftermath, you lose concentration during the computer class. In fact, your head is full of him. Your two best friends give you hints about Wonwoo’s matter, but they’re just superficial.

My mind is a mess.

After the class, you block Wonwoo’s seatmate’s path and begin questioning- more like interrogating.

“Tell me, is there any problem Wonwoo is having these days?”

Kihyun averts from your scrutiny. He refuses to talk.

“Come on, tell me,” you persuade him into confessing. As a seatmate, he must know a tiny bit about Wonwoo. “I won’t tell him that it’s you who said to me. Sounds good?”

“He’s not stupid,”

That’s very true. Hmm…

“I will bear the responsibility. Just spill it,” you convince him. This time, you’re sure you’ll get to the matter.

Kihyun sighs.

“A few third-year students have been picking up fights with him. I think Wonwoo was triggered by something they said. By the way, I remind you of a thing,”

“You shouldn’t be near to him. You know that he’s a scholarship boy, right? There’s an unspoken rule here in Sejong High…”

That’s your wake-up call. No wonder Wonwoo calls you ‘stuck-up rich kid’, and now you realize that you might’ve looked down on him, unintentionally.

He was right. I’m a stuck-up rich kid with no shame.

Although Kihyun tells you all that, you’re still on the surface. What has possibly put him off at that time? You want to know more.

As you walk to the cafeteria, Somi and Umji are busy talking about the former’s boyfriend.

“My boyfriend’s birthday is coming but I don’t know what to give him,” Somi sounds helpless as she snakes her arms around yours and Umji’s.

You don’t put your focus on her, so you don’t reply.

Umji thinks for a while before sharing her idea. “Your boyfriend is rich enough to buy everything so what if you bake him something? That’d be rather special- at least for me,”

They never stop afterwards. It amuses you that the two has yet to have their topics exhausted. They keep going on!

After getting the snack, the three of you is about to return to class but is stopped by the crowd. They run toward the field.

“The new kid is fighting with a senior!”

“Damn, he’s got gut!”

Somi and Umji simultaneously peek at your expression. “Wonwoo? Hey Y/N! Oh my god, don’t tell me-”

“Wait for us, Y/N!”

Half of the first-year students watch the fray. Some are cheering for the guy senior, and you panic.

Your imagination runs wild. As much as you hate seeing a fight erupts, you hope Wonwoo isn’t the one receiving the senior’s blow!

Your small frame slips easily through the throng, and the situation shocks you.

Umji manages to catch you while Somi’s being pulled away by her boyfriend. “We better go now!” she gives you a quick pull but you’re not moving an inch. She frantically observes the situation and heaves a sigh at the sight of the security.

“WHAT ALL OF YOU DOING HERE?” The security runs faster to the crowd and breaks off the fight. Wonwoo huffs and puffs; showing his dissatisfaction toward the guy he had punched.

The senior has a gang; they help him up. Wonwoo is the one left unattended since he’s alone. You watch him from the side and is on the horns of a dilemma.

You know it’s no good if you go help Wonwoo now with all the attention directed to him.

Out of the blue, one of the seniors speaks up. “Apologize to Juwon and we’ll act nothing happened just now,” It’s obvious he’s intended to embarrass Wonwoo in front of many students.

He smirks when his words hit the target. Mutterings are loud in the air as the audiences express their opinions.

“Wonwoo, don’t apologize!” you yell. Your voice was loud enough for the circle to pay heed to you. You cower as a response and Umji slaps your arm.

The senior snickers and voices out again.“Boy, you better give in to him. His father is a person you couldn’t afford to offend,”

Juwon slouches against his friend and finally says something at his friends. “If he doesn’t want to admit defeat, we can take this matter to the teachers. Let’s see if this parasite can win against me,” he sneers.

The involved parties are eventually called to the office. You insist to accompany Wonwoo and he has nothing to say about it.

“I’m on your side, Wonwoo! Don’t be scared of them. If anything happens, I’ll protect you!” your fingers clench and you look up to Wonwoo who’s quiet since the row had ended. Little did you know, he takes a quick glance right after you turn your head.

'Just what this meek creature can do…’

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The time in the office feels tedious. Wonwoo hates the rich kids that are only good at blabbering and settle everything with their parent’s standings.

“I won’t call my parents just for this trivial matter but I have one condition,”

The teachers think the senior makes a great deal with Wonwoo, and since they don’t want to be visited by the superior parents they push him to seize the offer.

You and Wonwoo leave the place as soon as they agreed with the deal. Wonwoo remains silent.

“They’re so childish! That’s more like punishment,” you huff with your arms crossed. You can’t believe the senior wants Wonwoo to be the ball boy for the basketball club.

“Why do you like to intervene?”

“Huh?” you stutter. This is the first time you get to hear his voice today.

“To be honest, I don’t know,’ you shrug. Your body and mind seem to be unallied when it comes to him. Even the latter warns you to not get entangled with other’s business, the former just ignores and go with it.

"By the way, don’t you think the senior is more stuck-up than me?” You ask excitedly as you lean to him and wait for his response. You want to change the impression he has about you.

Wonwoo takes in the view in front of him as he faces your question. Surprisingly, he feels less irritated by it.

He slows down his walking pace as he takes notice of yours. Wonwoo holds his hands at his back and fakes a thought.

After enjoying the hopefulness in your eyes, he gives the answer. “It seems like it,” he says.

Due to the revelation from Wonwoo himself, you cover your mouth in excitement. Wonwoo watches as you turn tomato from his word and walks ahead.

In a hurry, you ask. “So you’ll naturally sign up with the basketball club?” He raises his shoulder slightly and then nods.

Your heart soars louder and unintentionally, it echoes across the hallway. “Got it! I’m coming too!”

Since then, your life has revolved around Wonwoo. Occasionally, he would ask for personal spaces, and even though his changes are almost negligible, you don’t mind.

Being around him the whole day is fun. You get to know his habits, his favourite food and drink, or basically all about him. Not, you do seem like an ordinary girl chasing after a guy.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, feels like he has a friend. He ghosts you daily, but your presence fills a spot next to him.

The two of you get accepted into the basketball club. Every Tuesday, Wonwoo will stay at school for two hours to be the ball boy. Not that everyone tries to be silent about it, but there’s this girl who keeps waiting for the guy.

She’s pretty, and her hair compliments her exquisite, doll-like features.

She never pays attention to other guys as if her eyes are glued to the ball boy. The green-eyed seniors want to embarrass Wonwoo even more because of that.

“Hey ball boy, the bottles are empty. Refill them!” the senior who took Wonwo’s punches shouts. You quickly get up and help Wonwoo. “Let me help!”

Wonwoo lets you take 2 bottles as he carries the other 6. “Go home after we go back,”

“Why? I want to stay with you,”

Wonwoo has no idea whether you intended to flirt with him or casually announced that, but surely, he is flustered.

He regains composure and gives a response.

“What a dimwit,” the seniors are gawking at you, and you overlook that?

He wishes he could deliver that very sentence, but he may sound jealous. Well, I’m not.

“I’m here to protect you, didn’t I say that before? So, stop pushing me away cuz I won’t leave you.”

You don’t realize that your attendance by Wonwoo’s side just creates another problem for him. His workload increases by tenfold due to the green-eyed seniors.

Once the game is over, Wonwoo fulfils his duty and cleans the court. In the meantime, you listen to songs on the bench.

Wonwoo has done a lot of work and this is one nothing to him. He finishes just when everyone exits the place. He thinks that you might have returned home. You aren’t there when he checks out the place you’ve been sitting at.

Only when he walks out the hall that he accidentally eavesdrops on the conversation between you and the seniors.

He could guess the topic and he looks at the corner. If he steps just a bit forward, they will see him. And he does that.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he then presents himself.

“Just say no if you don’t want to be his girlfriend. Don’t waste your time,”

Enlightened, you turn the senior down and run to Wonwoo. You complain at how bad his proposal was and Wonwoo chuckles.

“What do you do at the weekend?” as you wait for your chauffeur, you build a conversation with him.

Wonwoo isn’t a person to be so friendly with someone. He thinks for a while as he contemplates to answer the question.

“Study in the library,”

Wonwoo is a smart student, and his answer doesn’t come off as a surprise to you. “I’ve never been to a library before. I meant in this area but which one do you frequent?”

There are only two libraries in the area, and Wonwoo has only been to the small one since it’s closer.

“Ooh, OK then.” swiftly, you take a note of it. Just right after that, you see your family car drifts into the parking lot. “Oh! My car’s here. I have to go now.” you wave at him in a distance and shout. “Don’t stay too long under the sunlight! Bye-bye!” then you disappear into the car.

When you arrive at the library on Saturday, you quickly scan the area for him. Lucky you the place is just up to your energy to find him.

You stride from one isle to another. It’s probably the physics section when you find a familiar back.

“Hey,” you whisper from the back. Wonwoo is so immersed in his reading and you bet he wouldn’t have noticed you if you hadn’t appeared before him after that call.

With a cheeky smile, you say. “Let’s go out,”

He examines the surroundings and realizes that you come alone. “What are you doing here?” his volume is practically below scolding to avoid making a fuss in the quiet place.

“You ask too much! Come on,” You jog to his side and help him pack his stuff.

“I only ask once, and I did not agree to you,”

Not bringing too many necessities, you wind up less than a minute. “Shh… Just come with me, will you?”

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one|two|three|four
After the rejection, Wonwoo finds your persistence cumbersome. Surprisingly, the quarrel results in you getting new friends.

Our current parents are not the ones who really had you. In actuality, you were adopted to a loving couple that has had no child for 7 years. Your biological parents were too poor to raise another child, and they chose to put you into adoption when you were only 5 months.

When the couples saw you in the centre, they immediately fell in love with you and agreed to take you as their child. You had your name registered under your father’s last name and basically became the daughter of their family.

It was illegal at that time, but your parents were desperate to have a child.

It didn’t shock you the first time you were disclosed to this information. You don’t look like your mother or father, and the brats at school keep suggesting that you’re adopted. Your parents then decided to tell you despite your young age.

“You are our daughter. No matter what others say, we love you with our full hearts. Don’t forget that, darling,” was what your mother told you 12 years ago.

You know they are the best family you could ever have, and they always do. Occasionally, you would thank them. Your mother was never fond of you thanking them, and your dad doesn’t have the heart to scold you for the same reason.

He hates it too, but you want them to know that you’re very grateful to them.

Your father turns to look at you and stroke your head tenderly. “Where can I find the best daughter like this in this world?”

“You can’t anymore. The world only has one best daughter, and that’s me~.”

“You’re super right!” he pinches your nose playfully and has you giggle. “Let’s go home. Mommy said she has something for you,”

The next day, you walk to your seat and sit quietly. You feel quite tired from the lacking of sleep. Your friend from America called you last night, and it continued until 3 in the morning. You were too guilty to tell her that you have school in the morning and have to sleep.

In the end, you only got 3 hours of sleep before getting ready for school.

You rest your head on the table and shut your eyes. The students are not making any noises, and you quickly fall asleep.

Wonwoo comes in when you already wake up. He is pretty late as compared to others.

You greet him with a good morning and directly ask. “Your house isn’t that far. Why are you late?”

Wonwoo pulls his chair and sits. He’s quiet on usual, so you don’t know if he’s normal or moody.

“Wonwoo, what do you think they have for lunch?”

“Wonwoo, can you teach me Physics? I’m most terrible at it..”

“Wonwoo, what club are you planning to join? Let me join you, OK?”

“Wonwoo, what did you say?” you ask again. You have lost count of how many times to call his name. Wonwoo… Wonwoo… It just rolls off the tongue.

Wonwoo raises his head and faces you. He opens his thin lips and repeats his words.

“You’re. So. Freaking. Annoying,” he utters word by word as if tearing your heart pieces by pieces. It sends you into speechless mode.

Though he tries to speak through his teeth, some students can still hear him. The girls in front of you are flabbergasted by the vulgar word Wonwoo used.

Never have they ever assumed Wonwoo could be crude to a girl. They study your face, but you’re smiling.

“I thought I made it clear yesterday that I’m not at all interested in you. I find you annoying since the first time we meet. You’re just a stuck-up rich kid that has no shame,” Wonwoo canes his chin with his palm and continues.

“Just look at you. Which part of you is charming? I’ll tell you this. Maybe you can get the white boys to line up within a snap of a finger, but I’m not like them. I hate all the girls most when they’re rich and think they’re superior to others. I don’t have to clarify with you which category you’re in, right?”

When you and the girls think he’s done, you all are wrong.

“I think I should be more clear with you-”

“Enough.” the girl with shorter hair stands up and kicks his table. “You could’ve just rejected her nicely, but you prefer being an asshole, don’t you?” she says. Her eyes are burning with rage as he stares at Wonwoo, and they only calm after her seatmate pulls her arm.

“Yeah, Somi’s right. I’ll talk to the teacher about this, Y/N. We’ll have you swap seats with some boy,” you read her nametag- Umji, and you’re about to say something when Wonwoo interferes.

What he has to say is just him admitting that he agrees with Umji. “Tell everything to the classroom teacher. I can’t be bothered sitting next to someone’s so annoying,”

“Stop it now, will you?” Somi flares again, and Wonwoo resumes his previous business.

Umji and Somi really keep their word and tell the homeroom teacher the morning incident. The arrangement changes, and you sit with a girl in the second row.

Since then, it’s quite difficult to peek at Wonwoo without being noticed.

Every day after school ends, Wonwoo flees before you catch up to him. You want to apologize to him, but the whole week has passed. In the meantime, you make friends with Somi and Umji. The depressing, lonely days become less severe with them.

During the recess, the three of you go to the field and settle on a metal bench. Somi’s boyfriend is a basketball player, so she always watches over him at the basketball court.

“Why are your face so red, Y/N?” Umji cups your cheeks and jiggles them. “Are you sick?”

You shake your head from side to side and breathes out loudly. You’ve been holding to ask them about Wonwoo, and now’s the time!

“I want to ask something, but don’t get mad. How’s Wonwoo’s doing?” you literally rap.

“Slow down, Y/N! I don’t get you-” Umji holds your shoulder and soothes your nervous heart, but Somi is quick-witted. She reiterates to Umji and then glances at you.

“What’s so nice about that a-hole? You still think about him?”

Umji doesn’t deny that, but she’s curious about Wonwoo. “I don’t know. Is it me, or Wonwoo appears to be quieter after you change seat,”

“It’s good, though. I hate it when he opens his filthy mouth. I can’t forget what he said to Y/N!” you keep silent when Somi makes a comment.

“Maybe he cares about me after all?” you say, unabashed.

Somi frowns and leans forward. “Have you lost your mind, Y/N?”

You shake your head rapidly. “To be honest, I don’t feel angry at him for saying that to me. I was wrong in the first place, so he has all the right to snap at me,” you sip the grape juice.

Somi and Umji are in disbelief, and it entertains you.

“I don’t know if this is true love or you’re too naive,”

Umji chooses, “True love, it is,” which sounds extremely unpleasant to Somi. She turns away and fakes a gag. “Blergh! Don’t you dare encourage her, Umji,”

“Let’s go to class,” Somi says after regaining her composure. You’ve been straining the urge to pee since the break started; therefore, you excuse yourself to the toilet, and the two go back to the class without you. On the way, you accidentally bump into your seatmate, Ahin, in the toilet.

She’s with her friends, talking about someone.

As you enter a cubicle, you hear a familiar name being mentioned by a girl.

“Wonwoo…” following after is barely audible, “…bullied,”

.

Wonwoo packs his things up and is ready to leave. He hangs the strap on his shoulder, crossing his torso and kicks the chair. The others who are aware of his precedented action make way for him.

You see him and quickly follow after. Close.. very close, and you grab by his bag.

“You’re so fast!” you pant.

“Let go,”

“No! Are you getting in or not?” Not responding to you, you pull him by force into the elevator. Good thing; there’s no one else besides you two.

You don’t waste a second as you make a quick X-ray on him.

“No bruise, no cuts? Are you really being bullied?” you are still gripping his hands while asking him.

Not liking the skin contact, Wonwoo twists your limbs, dominates your wrists and rebukes. “I’ll not repeat it. Get your hands off me!”

“I won’t do so until you tell me,” You undo the action and hold his again. “Are you being bullied, or you’re the bully?”

The elevator opens, and Wonwoo escapes. You’re too weak to hold against him, but he was just being kind as to not hurt you.

Since you can’t do that again, you just chase after him a bit before jumping on his back. You adjust his bag and cling tightly to his neck.

“What are you doing? People are watching-”

“You don’t like the attention, right? You might as well answer me!’

Wonwoo stops in his track. It’s dangerous to move since you’re not stable.

He exhales.

"The latter. Satisfied?”

“You’re the bully?” you stretch your head to look at him. You did not expect that answer from him and squeal nonetheless.

“Thank god! I thought you’re being bullied ‘cuz if that’s the case, I don’t know what I’d do,”

What was that?.. Wonwoo wonders how could someone be happy when they’re just met with a bully.

“Aren’t you a fool?” he struggles to stand straight as you shift your weight to the side. “Get down now,”

“Oh,” You climb down and instantly admire him again. “You’re so cool!” with your clapping hands, you quick to remind him. “Don’t let anyone bully you, alright?”

“My dad’s here. Bye, Wonwoo!”

Wonwoo can’t read you. He looks up to the sky and ponders. “Why would I listen to just anyone…”

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one|two|three|four
Being rejected for the first time doesn’t put you off. In fact, your interest in him grows bigger.

You don’t remember what happens after you blurt that offering out to Wonwoo. But for sure, Wonwoo rejects you on the spot.

“If you think I was joking, nope. I was serious and it’s probably the most serious question I’ve ever asked in my life,”

“Yeah, sure. The answer is still no. Let me tell you something,”

Your eyes sparkle with hope. Is he going to say that he’s not ready yet, and if I work harder, maybe he’ll reconsider?

Wonwoo thought he would never have to tell anyone this, but this may be the best.

“I give no shit about anything and being here in this school just makes me sick. I want to quickly graduate so that I can die in peace,”

“And also, I have no plan to be nice to girls who approach me.” he finishes what he wanted to say. It sounds cruel, and even some of it isn’t what he intended to say, but he just wants to put an end to her.

If she’s smart, she would be clear of it.

But you don’t care the things Wonwoo spouts. You like him, and your eyes are on him.

“Okay then! I’ll try my hardest to charm you,” you squeeze your hand in determination. You don’t waver from his intense stare and add, “You know, this is my first time confessing to a guy and this is also my first time getting rejected but I’m pretty sure I can make you my boyfriend. I can wait, yes. Even it takes me 10 years, as long as I like you, I will pursue!”

Wonwoo shrugs and turns away. He’s not certain of you, and your word kind of stir him a little. In 18 years of life, you are the first person to talk to him in this way and disregard whatever he said.

Since young, Wonwoo limits himself to talking. He pays a lot of attention to his words to avoid unnecessary emotions. However, today, he finally meets his contender.

“My warning remains valid,”

“Alright!”

After school, Wonwoo packs his bag and leaves the class immediately.

Wonwoo has to do part-time for his family. Initially, he wanted to turn down the scholarship, but his mother secretly accepted the offer. All she wants for Wonwoo to continue school and not bury his youth with responsibilities.

With the other five siblings, he couldn’t possibly let his old mother do all the work. Therefore, he applies for the empty cashier position nearby his rented house just three kilometres from the school. His part-time job requires him to arrive fast, and since he hasn’t gotten his bicycle, Wonwoo has to run to the convenience store.

You followed him from behind, but he is sure fast! You panted all the way to the elevator as you watch him uses the stairs and speeds away.

“Y/N!” Yuran, your childhood best friend, calls your name.

Yuran is the one that introduces you to this school when she was informed that you will return to Korea. She is a year older, and she treats you like a sister since you are the only child. You always love to be around here, and now that you two are in the same school, you will have a friend to rely on.

You wave at her as she jogs toward you.

“How’s the first day?”

You contemplate. You are not familiar with Korea, and it seems the people here are so different to Americans. You scratch your head.

“So far, good.” You opt for a lie and only remember about Wonwoo. “Oh! My seatmate is handsome,” you brag.

“That’s all you can think of?” She nudges your arm lightly.

Frankly, 80% of the time, you just admire him.

You realize that his side profile is wonderfully sculpted; the sharp jawline and the distance between his forehead and eyebrows are just right.

You are going to appreciate this beautiful human being while you are alive.

“Yuran-eonnie, come to my house this Saturday,” you link your arm around Yuran’s, and in an excited voice, you add, “My family is hosting a house-warming party. It’s not grand so we invite only close friends. Therefore, you must come!”

Yuran giggles and pat your arm.

“Of course I would come! I miss your mom a lot. Will she cook?”

“HAHA! My dad won’t let her cook anymore so we might as well order for the food,”

“Ugh, your dad is still so overprotective. Their love never dies, huh?”

You sigh at the thought of your parents’ affection. It’s admirable but tiring for me. It’s like they feed me dog food every day!“

The two of you burst out laughing. The chat goes on until you come to the gate. Yuran left first, and you wait for your dad to pick you up.

"How’s school?”

You beam at your dad and answer truthfully. “Great! I might get a boyfriend soon, though- Why are you laughing?” you whine.

“Nothing, I just hope to meet my son-in-law. I can’t wait to lecture him,”

“Dad!!?”

“What? I must tell him that my daughter is the most precious human being and he is obligated to love you for the rest of his life if he wants to marry you!”

“Like how you love mom?”

“Yeah, of course. He better be overflowing with love for you or else,”

You smile. Your dad is always overreacting when it comes to this topic. He has very high expectations of the boys you mention to him, and it scares you since Wonwoo doesn’t reciprocate your feeling just yet.

As the car passes the buildings, you recognize Wonwoo, who’s running to his destination. You grin and pull your dad’s hand.

“Dad, please stop the car!”

The tires screech to halt, and in a blink, you already come out of the car and reach Wonwoo. He pants and is in confusion as to how you manage to chase him. Then, he realizes.

“What do you want?”

You scan him and wipe the beads of perspiration on his face. You flash a happy smile before saying.

“Where’s your driver?”

Wonwoo, for a second, almost couldn’t identify the person. He is baffled. “W-what?”

“Oh! Jump in, I’ll send you home,”

Wonwoo is taken aback. What do you mean by ‘Where’s your car?’ but before he gets to ask you, he’s being pulled by force. Plunge into the backseat, Wonwoo’s awareness heightens in the presence of someone in the driver seat.

“Where are you going? My dad can drive you there,”

In fact, you’re the only person in the car that’s jubilant. Your dad is sceptical to Wonwoo, and the same goes for the latter.

“I can walk,”

You quickly stop him from opening the door. “Dad, we can send him to his place, right?”

Your dad looks at the rear-view mirror and hesitates. He eventually gives in and replies.

“Yes, dear,” his sight swifts to Wonwoo. “Boy, tell me where you’re going?”

Wonwoo grunts lowly and tells the two the direction. Since he isn’t going back home and doesn’t want anyone to know he’s working part-time, he lies.

You keep talking to Wonwoo despite getting no answer. He closes his eyes and clears his mind.

Once arrive, you follow him out.

“I’ll excuse you this time because your father is watching. I won’t tolerate your behaviour next time!”

The atmosphere at that moment is calm and clear. Though cars are passing by, they make no sound. Hence, you can definitely understand what he meant.

“Don’t go running about in the noon, you’ll get sick! See you tomorrow at school!”

As a girl, you totally get the meaning of Wonwoo’s words. He cuts through your heart with his harsh warning, and you endure it.

Maybe this is my karma since I always leave the people around me. These few foul words from the person I like aren’t that bad. I’m willing to be on the receiving end.

You enter the car with your lips stretch to your ears. To avoid getting questioned by your father of Wonwoo’s identity, you avert the attention.

“Dad, thank you for taking me in,”

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I’ve created a schedule for this series- every Wednesday and Saturday, but it also depends on the chapter availability. Since I’m on my semester break, I have more time to write it unless I have writer’s block. I accept requests for drabbles, one shot and anything you want me to write ;)

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I feel bad writing wonwoo being the bad guy gahhh Q^Q I will post the next chapter on Saturday or Sunday~

Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! First short series pt one|two|three|four
Wonwoo is a new student of Sejong High. Coming from a low-status family, he always keeps himself aloof, isolated and cares less about anyone. However, his effort to lie low during the first day goes down the drain.

10th July

The chill breeze greets the morning, awaken the sleepy eyes. Cars are in the line to drop the students at the entrance. The young faces radiate with smiles as they chat about what’s filled their summer holiday.

New semester and the entrance of highly anticipated new students into Sejong Elite High School.

Every year, Sejong High will take in new students in the second half. While the school only accepts kids with upper-class family backgrounds in the prefecture, the special students are usually first-class newcomers or scholarship privileged.

Everyone knows when a new student is enrolled with a scholarship. They are distinct from others who are registered under their family’s status. They just know.

These smart students are the minority, and more often than not, their voices would not be heard by the higher-ups when they are bullied. It’s like these few people have to walk on the icy pond. Everything is at stake.

Jeon Wonwoo is a lucky guy. He made it to the school, albeit coming from a poor family in a rural area. He has 6 siblings, and he is the oldest. The breadwinner in the house has disappointed them and left the family 2 years ago, leaving everything in Wonwoo’s hands.

However, the only good thing about his father is his peculiar gene, and that’s how Wonwoo ends up getting all A’s despite all the external shortfalls.

He lacks time at school, and he would sleep during lectures. Having no friends, he is always a step behind the others. He makes no effort to befriend anybody, and he cares less about it.

Wonwoo walks to his class that is on the highest floor and only at the top. He learns that there’s transportation, called the elevator, to bring students between the levels.

“Isn’t summer just ended? Why is he sweating in this air-conditioned environment?” a girl with her friend makes a remark as they arrive at their class. The friend chuckles and scans Wonwoo and quickly realizes.

“No wonder, it’s a nerdy~.”

“Oof. I hope he’s not our classmate,” the two of them laugh girlishly.

Wonwoo listens but pays no heed to them. He continues to search for his class until he finds the match.

Damn, this stupid school is big…

Wonwoo’s solitude would have him go unnoticed the whole day. As such, he uses the back door to come into the class. He looks around before he grabs a vacant chair. As he tugs the chair, the screeching sound stimulates the other’s interest. Suddenly, the class gets heated up by the behaviour of the new student.

Murmurs here and there. Boys and girls are all talking about him.

There are only 3 new students; a girl from overseas, a boy whose father is a ‘sangsa’, and an ordinary boy who benefitted from a scholarship.

[Sangsa is a Korean military rank equivalent to an American master sergeant.]

The talk goes on for so long that Wonwoo gets sleepy from the attention he received. It’s probably half an hour later, the sliding door is slammed open.

Wonwoo startles due to the loud noise made by you. He squints his eyes and watches as you walk to your desk, which is nowhere to be found. You are a new student as well.

It’s normal for the new face to directly go to the back of the class, so you can instantly tell that the lonely, cute guy is a newcomer.

“You new?” You ask.

Fox is your first impression of him.

Wonwoo nods slightly. You also nod in acknowledgement and takes a chair next to him to sit. You extent a hand for a handshake but get no response from him. You take it as him being timid to new people and brush it off.

“I’m Y/N. You?”

He frowns. 10 seconds later, he speaks. “Do you talk to strangers?”

“You don’t?” You ask in curiosity. “Oh, maybe cultural difference?”

Probably, but Wonwoo has no experience dealing with a girl. A bold one in specific.

“So, what’s your name?”

Did she get it or not? She’ll stop if I ignore her, right? Just like the others…

You don’t stop looking at Wonwoo. He is handsome, and you admit that his nose is quite adorable.

“Can I touch your nose?” you ask with your finger already touching the thing.

Wonwoo’s surprise look entertains you. He glares at you, and that alone makes you withdraw your finger.

“Are you dense or something?” Wonwoo comments and realizes that his accent is exposed.

You, a Korean practically spending most of her life in America, can’t fathom his scolding but take in that he is angry. Sheepishly, you purse your lips and apologize. “Sorry, I sometimes act on impulse. It’s just that your nose is boopable…” your voice slows down in volume in the second half.

I’m sorry, but not really…

However, Wonwoo suddenly stands up and drags his chair away from you.

Being treated that way, you impudently raised your voice, asking. “Where are you going?”

And yet, he still pretends to be deaf and shun you off.

Wonwoo settles down at the opposite corner. Noticing the non-existent desks for you and him, you voice out.

“Is there no desks for us? I thought you guys are prepared to take the new students but I guess not,” your hands akimbo and lips mumbling complaint.

The whole class turns their heads to you, except Wonwoo.

“The new kid is sure cranky. It’s not anyone’s job to prepare you a desk,” a guy in the front seat retort as he turns around.

His seatmate laughs and agrees without speaking.

The guy deliberately speaks out loud, but it seems that you don’t catch at it. The former snickers and resumes playing with his phone.

Thank goodness, the desks are being delivered just before the class by the clerks. They arrange for the two desks to be placed side-by-side at the far left of the class.

You choose the left side since it’s beside the window, and Wonwoo cannot help but pick the remaining. You like the positioning, but it goes for the opposing to him.

You smile as you watch Wonwoo creates a gap between their desks. He then continues to persistently act like you aren’t there pestering him.

The lesson soon begins.

Actually, you find it difficult to adapt to the new environment. During the math class, you’re the only one that takes out a calculator, and during the interval, it’s also you who takes a nap.

It makes you pout. There’s nothing to keep you excited apart from the person next to you.

You look to your right and see Wonwoo studying with his glasses on. His glasses are of the old model, but it looks good on him. You don’t know why this guy just attracts your attention that you blurt out the next second.

“Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?”

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Description: When Wonwoo nearly accidentally reveals your relationship by doing something to help you eat while your TMJ flares.
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Wonwoo x GenNeut!Reader
Word Count: 808

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We sit comfortably on either side of the table, the small grill plate between us. Wonwoo’s phone is on a stand off to the side with his laptop underneath so he can read comments on a bigger screen (curtesy of his terrible eyesight). The plan is simple, I’ll stay out of view while we enjoy a dinner together and he goes on VLive to chat with fans.

“Ready?” Wonwoo asks and takes a sip of his drink.

I nod, eyeing the meat with hungry eyes. I’ve waited all day for this meal so to say I’m excited is an understatement.

Wonwoo chuckles at my hunger, “Alright, I’m going to start it now.” He says and I nod before he begins the live.

“Hello!” Wonwoo smiles into the camera with a tiny wave. “Just a second.” He says and lays a few pieces of meat on the grill with a satisfying sizzle.

I would grill it myself but Wonwoo swears I don’t know how to properly do it so he claimed himself the grill master of our relationship pretty early on. He also placed the plate of meat out of my reach. That, and it might ruin the ploy if the grill suddenly started sizzling while he hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Hello, hello.” Wonwoo greets the camera, “I just came on cause it’s been a long time since I last did a live and Dokyeom has been bugging me about doing another one. So here I am.”

“What am I doing?” He reads off a comment then moves the meat around the grill, specifically so some of the pieces disappear from view for me. “I’m eating dinner. Did you guys eat?”

I wiggle my fists in excitement and I catch Wonwoo smiling at me in amusement.

“I’m grilling some meat with all the fixings.” He answers another question while focusing on the rapid comments.

As the first few pieces become fully cooked, I search the table for the scissors cause my jaw has been bugging me today. But of course, they are on the Wonwoo’s side of the table and it’s almost impossible for me to grab them without being noticed.

Wonwoo notices me searching and pieces two and two together. Quickly, while thinking of an answer for a comment, he picks up the scissors and cuts all the pieces of meat into smaller, (y/n) sized bites. I smile gratefully at him and he places the scissors back on his side.

I eat the first bite without wrapping it to taste the natural flavors. And the taste explodes. It’s so much better than I’ve been imaging all day. I close my eyes and chew with small motions.

We continue or dinner and our plan works for a while. That is until Wonwoo reads a certain comment.

“Wonwoo, why do you cut the pieces smaller when you eat multiple in one bite?” He reads it aloud, trailing off at the end as he realizes the entire question.

We share a nervous glance and I can see his mind racing to find a believable reason.

“Uh,” He stutters and takes a small bite of rice, “I like taking big bites but it’s hard to fit some pieces so I cut them and stack them so it’s easier for me to eat.” He chuckles to cover up his nervousness but I can still detect traces.

I give him a thumbs up with a full mouth when he glances over to check what I think of the ‘reason.’

“Yeah, I just like eating it this way.” Wonwoo reaffirms with a nod.

His eyes scan through the comments but he doesn’t address the reason again so I think the fans believed it. I breathe out a silent sigh of relief but it kind of still feels like my heart is stuck in my throat.

15 minutes after we’ve finished the meal, Wonwoo bids his viewers good bye and ends the live broadcast.

“Okay.” Wonwoo sighs and shuts his laptop, “That was close.”

“Close?” I laugh, “Thank god you think fast cause I really had nothing going on up here.” I say and point to my head.

He chuckles and stands to start cleaning up our dishes, “I didn’t even think about how it would look if I cut up all the pieces to your size.”

“I didn’t either.” I mirror his actions and bring some empty dishes to the sink. “But you gave a believable reason so I don’t think we’ll have to worry about it anymore.”

“You think it was believable?” Wonwoo questions, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as we walk back into the living room.

“I’m really hoping it was.” I say, wishfully.

Wonwoo claps his hands together in front of me in a prayer pose, “I’m praying.”

I giggle and release myself from his grasp to grab some more dishes.

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if you this is the first post of this series that you see.
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death
Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader
Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent)
Word Count: Ending A - 4.8k / Ending B - 4.7k

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“And there’s a problem with one of the elevators.” Jiwoo says sheepishly and I close my eyes in frustration, a scowl growing on my face.

Stopping in the middle of the hall, I look up at the ceiling and pucker my lips together. “What’s next? The front doors break?” I say up to the Gods, not caring if they are actually listening or not.

Jiwoo raises his eyebrows at me, “You wanna be challenging them like that?”

I lower my gaze to him and narrow my eyes, “I will do as I please.”

Jiwoo holds up his hands in surrender.

Taking a deep breath, I compose myself again, “Add it to the maintenance list and I’ll wrestle with it tomorrow.” I instruct him.

“Will do.” Jiwoo nods and we continue on our way.

“Is he still with Soon Bok?” I ask him, getting tired of hearing only the sounds of our shoes hitting the flooring.

“Yes, she should be finishing the tour and should be heading to his room.” Jiwoo answers just before we hit a more open area and guests mill past us.

“What room?” I ask, ignoring most of the guests even though they offer polite smiles.

“Number 177.” Jiwoo informs me. “The one with the huge book shelf wall.”

I smile, already knowing the answer to my thought, “Well, let’s hope he enjoyed books in his …” I look at him to finish my sentence.

“Oh,” Jiwoo quickly realizes what information I’m searching for, “6 lives.”

I nod, “Pretty average. But let’s hope he enjoyed books in at least some of his 6 lives.”

Jiwoo shrugs, “If not, it’s a nice aesthetic wall.”

I pat him on the shoulder, “I’m glad you think it’s good for staring at. Because I definitely spent hours picking each book so that it could be just a good photo opportunity.” I finish sarcastically.

“Not everyone’s a reader.” Jiwoo rolls his eyes.

“They should be.” I retort.

“Anyway…” Jiwoo changes the subject as we reach the edge of the lobby, “Will you be joining the us for the celebration this weekend?”

I open my mouth to give my regular ‘no’ answer but two males cut me off. They barrel through the front office doors, a brunette following a few steps behind a blonde one. Both seem angry and on edge.

"I saw you with my girl!” The brunette shouts.

“I don’t what you saw, man, but I was never WITH your girl.” The blonde one responds and flicks a certain unpleasant finger behind him, “So leave me the fuck alone.”

The lobby slowly gets quiet and not a soul moves, not even me or Jiwoo. Jiwoo out of fear and me cause I kind of want to see where this leads.

The brunette jogs ahead of the blonde and forces him to stop, “Just tell me why you were with my girl and then I’ll leave you the fuck alone.” The brunette seethes.

“Dude.” The blonde holds out his hands, “We’re best friends. Why would you think I’d be with your girl? Do you really think that low of me?”

“You know, after the stunt you pulled with Henry, I wouldn’t put it past you.” The brunette spits.

The blonde gets right up in the brunette’s face and presses finger into his chest, “None of that was my fault. I was the one who got played and yet everyone seems to believe otherwise.”

“The evidence is pretty clear.” The brunette grits his teeth.

Jiwoo slowly leans over as if any faster and the men’s radar would latch onto him. “Shouldn’t you do something?” He whispers.

I shrug and look at him, “They’re only yelling right now. I don’t have to do anything until the-”

The sound of someone crashing against a column cuts me off. I look over and find the brunette pushing off of the pillar, anger steaming off of him. The blonde drops into a fighting stance.

Sighing, I uncross my arms, “Now I do something.” I mumble, quite annoyed that they would cause such a scene when they’re dead. It’s not like they could kill each other here.

I stalk closer to the brawling men who now have a fistful of each other’s shirts. When I’m a few steps away, I clear my throat loudly to get their attention.

They both glance at me for a second before returning to staring at each other.

“Leave us alone, sweetheart.” The blonde says lowly.

“This is none of your business.” The brunette adds.

I scoff, “Actually, this is entirely my business seeing as you are acting ridiculous in my hotel.”

The men land a few punches on each other but remain close.

“You want to kill each other?” I wonder but the men don’t answer, “You’re already dead so there’s no point in trying.”

Both men pause, look at me, then back at each other. And a new kind of fury is awoken in them.

“YOU GOT ME KILLED?” They both scream just as I was thinking they were going to back down.

They begin going at each other again but this time with more anger and all I can do is groan. After giving them a couple seconds, I walk towards them to pull them apart. I grab both of their arms and before I can 'magically’ send them flying away from each other, the men swing the arms I’m grabbing. With their combined force aimed at my stomach, I’m sent skidding backwards on my side across the floor.

When I finally stop sliding, I jump to my feet, ready to kick both of their asses. But when I look up, Mun Hee is restraining the blonde one while the brunette is being shoved backwards by a guest.

“Hey, cool down man. Cool down.” The guest says and my ears instantly recognize his voice: Wonwoo’s.

“(y/n), you okay?” Jiwoo jogs over to my side, worried.

I swat at my pants, “I’m fine.” I answer him without taking my eyes off of Wonwoo as he stands in front of the brunette male.

“You probably shouldn’t have told them they were dead.” Jiwoo states and I shoot him a glare. He frowns and nervously glances around the lobby.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” I clasp my hands behind my back and look at the brunette then the blonde with cold eyes. They both instantly realize they may have screwed up and lower their defenses.

“If you would’ve actually stopped to look at where you were, you would’ve stopped at the front desk and understood what was going on.” I explain as they step closer, Wonwoo and Mun Hee not far behind. “And what is going on is that you both have died. Congrats.” I give them a sarcastic smile. “And unfortunately, your souls don’t have another life lined up so.” I gesture to the hotel, “You have come here to greet your past lives once more before heading to the place where your soul will rest peacefully…. Hopefully.” I say, mumbling the last word in disgust.

The men look at each other in a bit of shame and embarrassment.

“From my understanding,” I continue, “You both died because you were fighting over some bitch-”

“She’s not a bitch.” Both males cut me off with the same sentence before sharing a menacing look which has Mun Hee and Wonwoo on alert for another fight.

“And you walked right into the street, where, well you know.” I finish, ignoring their intrusion. My words sink in and they both soon realize that I’m being serious and am not joking, which turns them somewhat somber.

“So what do we do?” The blonde asks.

“You go get assigned a room, stay here for the duration of your lives, and then get the hell out of my hotel.” I snarl. “Oh, and stay out of my sight. I’m already annoyed with you two.”

“Oh, actually.” Mun Hee chuckles and raises a hand, “He’s supposed to go to Hotel Blue Moon.” He points to the blonde male who’s eyes widen.

“What is that?” The blonde asks, afraid it might be somewhere along the lines of hell. And man do I wish that is true.

I glower at the lobby wall, “It’s the place where souls go before living another life.” I say, ready to have a very strong word with the Gods.

“What about me?” The brunette wonders, glancing at me like he’s afraid to be left here in my hotel.

“Can I see your palm?” Mun Hee steps forward and examines the man’s palm. “Hmm… You too. You’re not supposed to be here.”

With my annoyance nearing my tolerance levels, I turn away from the small group but before I walk away, I tell them, “Get out of my hotel.”

Without waiting for them to respond, I walk away hoping for silence so I can mentally scream profanities at the Gods and Hotel Blue Moon. But instead of silence, I hear footsteps following me.

I run a hand through my hair and turn to face the idiot following me.

And by idiot, I mean the man who let me sit in his book store for hours and the man I loved.

“Hi, sorry.” Wonwoo nervously rubs the back of his neck, “Uh, I was just headed to the library.” He makes up an excuse.

I press my lips together then point back the way we had come, “The library is back that way.” I inform him.

He turns around and I use the chance to slip down an unknown hallway, hidden by a tapestry.

“Actually, I was…” I hear Wonwoo turn back around, “Going to ask if you were okay.” He finishes before sighing.

I turn my head to the side and look down at the floor, listening to his footsteps retreat back towards the lobby. Part of me feels kind of bad for ditching him like that but another part of me doesn’t want to get close to him until he’s the soul I knew.

Which is going to take 6 days.

~The Sixth Day~

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask Mun Hee who is laying on my couch, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

“The Wonwoo guy asked me to bring him a bunch of supplies last night.” He groans and I walk to my desk to add some more files to my growing stack.

“What kind of supplies?” I question and lean back against my desk.

“Books, paper, glue, binding, and some book covers if we had them.” Mun Hee says and I chuckle because of course Wonwoo would want those supplies.

He was a bookseller when I knew him but he cared for books just as much and found a lot of joy in fixing old books.

“Ugh. My shoulders are killing me.” Mun Hee rolls his shoulders backwards.

“You’re already dead.” I remind him.

“Way to shoot a man while he’s down.” Mun Hee sasses.

I shrug. “Eh.”

“So much love.” Mun Hee mutters.

I chuckle and move to sit in my desk. But before I can, the door opens and Yong pops just her head in.

“Hey, Wonwoo’s in the garden.” She informs me and I nod with a smile, “And have you seen Mun Hee? He disappeared a while ago and I haven’t seen him anywhere.”

I point to the couch and Yong steps into my office to look, “Right there.”

“Mun Hee!” Yong raises her voice a touch, “Get back to work. Goodness, I am not your mother.”

Mun Hee rises to his feet, “Feels like it sometimes.” He grumbles and then follows Yong out of my office.

When I step into the hall, I hear their echos of laughter floating farther away. After securely closing my office doors, I turn down the hallway and head for the elevators. I rock back and forth in my heels anxiously while the elevator slowly approaches my floor. The elevator finally arrives and opens its doors. I quickly rush inside and furiously press the lobby floor button.

“Come on.” I encourage it to go faster but hey, like everything else about this hotel, it doesn’t listen to me.

Eons later, the elevator reaches the lobby and releases me from its squared hold. I rush out and nearly run into Jiwoo.

“Woah, hey, where’s the fire?” He wonders as I continue past him.

“Can’t keep my man waiting.” I throw a wave at him over my head and his only response is laughter.

About halfway down the hall, I pause to control my breathing and straighten out my dress. After I’m satisfied with the way I look, at least the way I think I look, I walk the last little bit to the garden.

Peeking in, the midnight moonlight illuminates the area with a crisp, clean look. The bare tree somehow looks less dead but only very slightly. The usually hidden bench is out in front of the tree and its subsequent chrysanthemums. And sitting on the bench, with his nose buried in a book as per usual, is Wonwoo. A simple broad striped sweater hugs his shoulders and his glasses sit prominently on his nose. With one leg bent over the other and the book in his hands, he looks like the perfect gentleman.

“Took you long enough.” Wonwoo comments and turns to the next page of his book, “I nearly finished three chapters while waiting for you.”

I roll my eyes and walk around the bench, “I had things to do, Mr. I-can-read-500-pages-in-5-hours.”

“That’s a bit exaggerated.” He closes one eye in thought but then breaks out into a smile. “Come here.” Wonwoo grabs my hand, pulls me down, and securely wraps me in a hug. He doesn’t care that his place in the book is lost as the front cover closes shut.

I chuckle and snuggle close into him.

“I missed you.” He breathes out after a bit of silence.

“I did too.” I mumble into his chest. “I’m sorry for leaving.”

Wonwoo shrugs and I readjust to be sitting properly. “It was what it was. I’m just glad to know that you weren’t dead.”

“Well, I can’t exactly die.” I give him a silly smile and nod towards the tree.

“I know that now.” Wonwoo says a smile on his own lips. The smile that knocked me off my feet every day.

“What were you reading?” I ask, glancing at the book now in his lap.

Wonwoo picks it up and holds it out in front of us. “The one I’ve read a million times.”

I squint my eyes in thought, “You’ve read a lot of books a million times, so which one is it?”

Wonwoo chuckles and knowing that I can still make him laugh with my mundaneness makes me very happy. “Sherlock Holmes.” He says, setting the book aside.

“Is it still fun to read after the first time?” I wonder.

“Of course it is.” Wonwoo answers as if I lost my marbles. “You get to go back and pick up on details that you missed during the first read.”

“Yeah, but you have to read it all again.” I give a small, shy smile.

“But you would rather spend all your time staring at me while I read.” Wonwoo stretches out his arms arrogantly.

I hit his chest playfully and he retracts his arms while laughing.

“I heard you’re the reason Mun Hee was in my office complaining about his back.” I say following a groove in the tree with my eyes.

“Am I? Oh, is it from all the stuff I asked him for?” Wonwoo wonders then clicks his tongue, “I told him I could help if it was a lot. But he said he was fine so I just sat in my room.”

“Sounds like something Mun Hee would do.” I nod my head, “How did you like your room by the way?”

Wonwoo smiles contently, “I loved it. The wall of books was beautiful. You had all my favorites in there.” He nudges my shoulder with his shoulder.

“Took me ages to find all of them. Some of them were quite old.” I say with a slightly apologetic look.

But Wonwoo shakes his head, “Don’t worry. I fixed them all.”

I look at him in wonder, “You fixed all of them?” I ask.

He nods, “Yeah, most of them just needed some binding repairs and the rest weren’t that hard to repair.”

“So that’s why you asked for the supplies and broke Mun Hee’s back.” I realize though I should’ve realized sooner.

Wonwoo laughs and my heart flutters happily at the sound. “That’s why I needed the supplies.”

“You didn’t read all of them in that time, did you?” I double check and give him a questioning look.

He boops my nose and scrunches his face at me, “No I didn’t. It took me a whole lifetime to read all those books.”

“A whole lifetime.” I repeat his words.

“How did you even find all those?” Wonwoo asks, playing with my hand, “I read most of those after you left.”

I smile bashfully, “I kind of guessed.”

'You guessed?“ Now Wonwoo gives me the questioning look.

"After I left, I just kind of kept an ear open in the book world and sometimes I would come across a book that just felt like you would really enjoy. So I brought it back and started a collection in that room.”

“But other guests use that room.” Wonwoo pouts, feeling kind of jealous that other people would’ve read those books before him.

“Nah, only the right touch can get certain books off the shelf.” I tell him with a knowing smile, “I made sure that no one but you or I would be able to read the special ones. To every other guest, it’s just a really aesthetic wall.”

“Well, look at my girl go.” Wonwoo says smugly.

“So.” I say, wanting to change the topic.

“So?” Wonwoo responds, turning his body slightly to face more towards me.

“I wanna know…” I pause.

“Mmhm?” He nods once, encouraging me to keep speaking.

“Did you end up married to your books or did some lucky girl come and steal your heart?” I ask with a genuine smile of curiosity.

Wonwoo chuckles but I notice the light behind his eyes dims ever so slightly. His chuckle dies down but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he just looks at the tree, contemplating.

“You know I’m not mad if you did move on.” I clarify, “I honestly wanted nothing more than for you to be happy and I wanted you to find it after I left. You deserved that happiness.”

I know Wonwoo hears me because he chews on the inside of his cheek but he still doesn’t say anything.

“What you didn’t deserve was falling into the pain of me and my punishment.” I say apologetically, “It happened to twelve others and I never for a moment thought any of you deserved that pain.”

Wonwoo wraps an arm around me and pulls me close again, “Oh, it’s not your fault. It’s that damn demon’s and trust me if I ever get the chance to meet it, I will get revenge for what it did to you.” He presses a kiss to my temple before whispering. “I did marry.”

I smile and ignore the slight pain slicing through my heart. Even though my words about wanting his happiness are true, it still stings.

“I met her like 5 or 6 years after you left.” Wonwoo recalls and the memories sparkle in his eyes, “She first started coming in and reading her own books. Then she’d come in and read the books I had on the shelves. Then she started to watch me while I repaired books.”

“That must’ve been awkward.” I giggle.

“It was at first.” Wonwoo agrees, “But then she did something and I knew she was supposed to be in my life.”

“What’d she do?” I ask, intrigued.

“Remember the first edition book you and I repaired together?” He wonders.

I nod, “How could I forget that? I was finding glue in random places for weeks.”

Wonwoo chuckles at the memory, “You’re the one knocked over the glue can.”

“You’re the one who put it on the edge of the table.” I banter back.

“Anyway.” Wonwoo squeezes my arm, “I kept it in a showcase box near the back of the store. Hardly anyone asked about it and those who did only wondered if it was for sale. But she, she inspected it and then asked if I had put it together.”

“And what did you tell her?” I probed.

“I told her that I had repaired with someone special. I think she could see or hear the bit of sadness in my voice cause she didn’t dig deeper.” Wonwoo explains, “So then I asked her what made her think that we’d done it by hand. And she,” He laughs, “She said cause the back cover was crooked and on the part that poked out, she could see some writing. Somehow made out my name.”

I chuckle and think back to the night we stayed up for hours trying to decide what to write there. Like it was our will that would go down in history as the most important document ever. The warm tea cup in my hands and the burning candles that painted the room in rustic comfort.

“And then that was that really. We dated for a while, got married. and then we raised three kids.” Wonwoo continues his story.

“Three kids?” I inquire.

Wonwoo nods proudly, “Three. Changkyun was my oldest then came the twins, Soyou and Lisa. Changkyun protected the girls well and the girls grew up tough all thanks to him.”

“Nah, I’m sure you had a large part in that too.” I reassure him. “You were always tougher than I. Even in future lives.” I reference the first day of his stay.

“Oh, I totally was going to ask you if you were okay that day, but you just disappeared.” Wonwoo remembers and pouts that he didn’t get the chance to ask then. “Part of the punishment I’m guessing.”

“Actually I don’t know. I never really tried so I don’t know if it’s against the rules or not.” I admit. “But I, uh, I didn’t want to find out.”

Wonwoo gives me an understanding look, “Totally understand. It couldn’t have been easy being stuck here for all those years.”

“For the first hundred years, it was awful.” I tell him, “But after that, I grew numb to the passing of time. It just kind of happened like that.”

“So while you were numb to time, I was terribly sensitive to the passing of time.” Wonwoo ponders the thought.

“Kids grow up too fast?” I guess.

Wonwoo looks at me with confusion cause how am I supposed to know what it’s like to have kids.

“I overhear guests chatting with each other and a big part of the conversations are kids and how they just grow up so fast.” I explain pointing a thumb behind us towards the hotel.

“Ah, I see.” Wonwoo murmurs, “But yeah. They just kept growing and then all of a sudden, my wife and I were empty nesters and then a second later, we had grey hairs on our heads and grand babies in our arms. Completely crazy.”

I giggle at his amazement, “So what did your kids end up doing?” I ask and he dives into the stories of his children and his life with them.

I sit and listen to his low voice tell the tales of the bookstore, how some years the store would be overrun with teens and then next year it would be filled with fresh out of college adults. He immerses himself in the ocean of stories from his life while I float along the with the waves and let his voice take me through the stories.

All too soon, though, the setting sun freezes the ocean and my tree’s crooked branches set me back in reality.

“The setting sun always represented an end with another beginning.” Wonwoo stares at the western windows where the last rays of sunlight are slowly being swallowed up by the night. “But this one is just an end.”

I stare at his face, hoping to memorize all the pieces I missed before. Like he does during a second or third read of a book.

“For your worldly soul, it’s an end.” I say, “But for your true soul, it’s the start of an eternity of peace.”

“What do you think happens on the other side?” He asks, looking back at me.

I give a small shrug, “I don’t know, but you’ll find out today and someday I’ll find out too.”

“Could it be like the books?” Wonwoo wonders.

“Depends on which book.” I tell him with a tender smile.

“Touché.” He tilts his head. “You know,” He leans closer to me, “I know I have to go, but I really don’t want to.” Wonwoo giggles.

I laugh before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “But we do.” I remind him, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice.

Wonwoo sighs, “We do.” He repeats and stands up before helping me up. “Were you always this fashionable?” He asks after looking me up and down.

I raise my eyebrows, “Uh, yes, and fashion has changed since we were together.”

Wonwoo grabs my hand and swings it between us as we walk, “Well, the change looks absolutely stunning on you.”

The lobby is quiet as the hotel’s opening hours are just around the corner. We quickly make it to the back door and like a gentleman, Wonwoo opens the door for me.

The cool night air rushes by us and we both stand on the landing just taking in the scene.

“Remember the night by the river?” Wonwoo wonders when he starts walking towards the forest, Shin, and the car that will take him.

“The night when you said you loved me?” I ask and he nods, “The air feels the same, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly the same. ” Wonwoo nods, gripping my hand tighter. “Do you think the Gods are doing this on purpose?”

I look up at the dark sky that’s littered with tiny little lights from thousands of miles away. “At this point, I’m certain everything that happens to me is because they,” I point upwards, “Want it to happen.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to thank them for letting me happen to you.” Wonwoo smiles and I feel his eyes on me.

Lowering my gaze, I meet his gaze, “But I caused you pain. Like freakishly awful pain.”

Wonwoo shrugs, “Still don’t regret meeting you.” He says as we reach the car.

Shin has the door open and is waiting patiently.

“This is the end of my worldly journey then.” Wonwoo comments, glancing at the forest and its fog.

“Now you can rest. Forever.” I place my hands on his cheeks and he rests one of his on top of mine.

“You know, hearing it now, it isn’t as scary as I initially thought.” He says a placid smile on his lips.

I kiss him through a smile, “Says the man who would be willing to jump from the highest heights just for the thrill.” I mumble against his lips.

“Answer me this, will you?” He asks and rests his forehead against mine. I nod and he asks, “If you were to have met me without a punishment, would you have stayed with me?”

I stare into his eyes and move to rest my arms on his shoulders, “Till the very end.” I say with honesty rallying behind me.

“That’s all I need to hear.” Wonwoo says then presses another kiss to my lips. When he pulls away, his eyes are glossy but I know he won’t cry. “I love you, (y/n).” He whispers.

“I love you too.” I tell him, feeling my own eyes fill with tears.

Wonwoo pulls away and lowers himself into the car. After Shin shuts the door behind him, the car drives into the fog.

The tires crunch over the gravel road and Shin stops next to me.

“That was the bookseller?” He asks.

I nod, a tear slipping down my cheek.

“He was a good man. He shall be very comfortable.” Shin reassures me and walks back into the hotel.

With Shin gone, I let the tears fall freely. Letting the tears fill with the sadness and pain of being left then let them fall and land wherever they please. My heart cracks into a million pieces and it takes everything within me to keep it from exploding into more pieces. It is then that a white chrysanthemum withers away in my garden.

After a while, the moon has risen high into the sky and my tears have dry though my heart hasn’t stopped aching. But even now, I have a hotel to run and others to wait for. So I run my hands through my hair, detangling it, and wipe away the left over tears. Just as Wonwoo always told me, I straighten out my shoulders, hold my head level, and walk back into the hotel with purpose.

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“Did you ever think today would come?” Wonwoo wonders.

“I knew it would come but I just could never definitively say when it would come.” I tell him, “Like when an author has a story and a perfect plot in their mind but putting it on paper is harder than imagined and they’re not sure if the story will ever leave their mind.”

“Good analogy.” Wonwoo chuckles, “Come on. Your story has left the author’s mind.“ We stand up together and I instantly grab his hand. Like a child latching onto their favorite toy.

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

"Hey, Mun Hee.” Wonwoo calls out, “I would’ve helped you with the supplies. You didn’t have to carry them by yourself and hurt your back.”

Mun Hee vigorously shakes his head, “No, no. I didn’t hurt myself, I’m just sore. I haven’t worked my body like that in ages.” He gives excuses.

“Well, you should start again. Who knows what other guests will request.” Wonwoo advises and Mun Hee gives him a thumbs up.

“So this is it?” Mun Hee asks and looks at me with tears appearing in his eyes. “This is the day you leave us?”

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he’s being so sappy. “Maybe I’ll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year.” I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

“Don’t you dare say that. You better not return here.” He says angrily through his tears and I hear Wonwoo chuckle behind me.

I chuckle, “I won’t come back. I promise.”

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should’ve done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family’s service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

“When you leave today, you won’t be able to find this place again.” I inform him, “I hope that you’ll be able to go and live your life happily.”

Jiwoo nods, “Thank you for letting me work with you. I won’t ever forget you.”

I smile sadly, “You will. But thank you.”

Finally I reach Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

“You’d think after all these years of waiting that I’d be prepared for this day.” She says through sniffles.

“Thank you, Yong.” I rests my hands on her shoulders, “For everything. Thank you.”

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

“Keep this hotel running beautifully.” I tell her before Wonwoo grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Wonwoo and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

“(y/n).” He says when we reach him, “It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest.” Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

“The honor was mine.” I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I’m free. I served my years of punishment and now I’m free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel’s many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

“(y/n)?” Wonwoo softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, “Are you ready?”

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Wonwoo securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

지금 당장 할 수 있을지 모르겠어. I just don’t know if I can do it right now. 

Description: You notice Wonwoo has been weird around Mingyu lately so you confront him about it. The secrets spill out and Wonwoo needs help sorting through the rushes of emotion. Which you gladly help him with. 
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Angst, Fluff, idol!Wonwoo x GenNeut!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k

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It’s the second music show of the weekend and Seventeen has taken the win yet again. Sitting at home, I watch the boys thank Carats and their staff before the MC’s end the program and the encore stage starts.

My eyes search the group for the face I see every time I close my eyes. When I find Wonwoo, a smile appears on my face like second nature. The song plays and Hoshi is screaming into his microphone like he’s had way too much caffeine, which is probably true. Seungkwan and Woozi are staring in embarrassment while DK is off with Dino doing some weird dance moves.

I carefully watch Wonwoo make his way around the group, singing and vibing with different members. But then I notice something strange.

Whenever Mingyu gets within a few feet of him, Wonwoo turns around and walks the other way. Upon closer inspection, I notice that every so often Wonwoo will give Mingyu a glare. Not one that the fans will pick up on but I know what emotion lies underneath the look.

It peaks my curiosity because last night the same thing happened. During the encore stage last night, Wonwoo never got close to Mingyu like he usually does. And he would sometimes throw him odd glances and looks.

Once the program fades into the true ending, I pull out my phone and text the group chat a quick congrats before moving to the private chat between Wonwoo and I.

“Sleepover at mine?” I text him, wanting to get him alone to see what is wrong.

Knowing it will take him a few minutes to get back to his phone, I start to clean up the kitchen since I got lazy before the music show started. There are quite a few dishes so it takes me a good chunk of time to get them done.

When I check my phone, there’s a message from Wonwoo and many from the group chat.

“Yes please.” Wonwoo’s message reads, “I’ll be over in like 45 minutes.”

“Take your time.” I reply back, “I’ll still be awake.”

A smiley face is his response.

Turning on some music, I set aside my phone and pick up my coloring book and markers. The next page I need to color is a mosaic of a lynx lurking around some trees. Excited, I dive right into the world of colors and lines.

Once I finish with the lynx, I move onto the background but I don’t get to finish it because Wonwoo enters the passcode to my door. I discard the book to the side and open my arms as he enters my home. He takes one look at me and immediately drops his bag and jacket before dropping onto the couch and into me. His weight pushes me back into the couch. Wrapping my arms around his body, he wraps his arms around my stomach and relaxes his head against my chest.

For a few minutes, we sit in silence together. I run my hand through his hair, thankful that they didn’t use too much product on his hair for this comeback.

“Everything okay?” I ask, starting the conversation that I know he needs.

Wonwoo sighs heavily, “Not really.”

I rest my cheek on the top of his head, “Tell me.”

“It’s Mingyu.” Wonwoo admits and hugs me closer.

I press my lips together because hearing that my suspicions were correct sucks. “What happened with Mingyu?” I question.

“Remember a couple months ago when we had that really big fight?” He asks and I recall the fight with a nod. “Well, I had confided in Mingyu quite a bit during that time because I knew he got along well with you and I just needed someone to talk to.”

“Yeah.” I comment. “Makes sense.”

“And I thought the conversations we had were just between us, you know? I didn’t need the other members to know the nitty-gritty details of what was running through my mind at the time.” He continues. “When Seungcheol finally talked to me through the whole thing, I thought he did it because he had had enough of my odd behavior and wanted to help set me straight.”

I brush some of his hair back from his face and look down at him, “Was that not the case?”

Wonwoo shakes his head against me causing more hair to fall into his face. “No. Turns out Mingyu went and told Seungcheol everything I had said.”

“Oh.” I say, quickly understanding why Wonwoo is upset with Mingyu but at the same time, understanding why Mingyu did it.

“I told him so many secrets and thoughts that I really didn’t need Seungcheol to know about.” Wonwoo continues to vent. “I trusted him not to say anything because seriously, I did not need Seungcheol to know about some of the things I said.”

I pull back slightly and look down at him in confusion, his words sounding worse than I’m sure he intended.

He glances up and catches onto my look. “Oh, not in that way. Just some of my thoughts were not best about myself.” He clarifies and I nod, telling him to continue.

“So Mingyu told Seungcheol about your late night talks with him and Seungcheol then decided that he needed to step in?” I restate what I’ve been hearing.

“Yeah, but I’m just pissed at Mingyu for doing it.” Wonwoo says, slightly defeated. “Like I wish he would’ve just told me that he was going to tell Seungcheol or something. Not keep it quiet and then I find out months later.”

“I mean, would it have been any better if you had found out then?” I question as his voice of reason.

“Yes.” Wonwoo answers with conviction. “Because then I would’ve known that Seungcheol had known how I was really feeling and what I was really thinking and then the conversation that we had wouldn’t have been so long and so tangled.”

Rubbing my hand up and down his back, I sigh, “Okay, you need to tell me the gist of the things you said to Mingyu because you’ve got me slightly worried.”

“It was just fears that we were going to break up and that I was going to lose you for good and how it was all my fault and basically I was really negative about myself.” Wonwoo tells me. “I was a bit desperate and it wasn’t something that I wanted others to know about. Which is another reason I’m pissed at him. He knew that I didn’t want people knowing about those nights. He knew that I was desperate and I even said that I didn’t want to the others to know how I was acting but he still goes and yaps to Seungcheol about every detail that happened between us.”

Wonwoo pushes back from me and leans against the couch with an arm covering his eyes. “I’m just so done with telling him things. I’m just so done with him thinking that he knows everything and that he can always do something to help. It was my business to tell, not his.”

I turn my body towards his and rest my head on my fist.

“I mean the talk I had with Seungcheol was so messed up and confusing that he and I basically got into an argument and it honestly was the worst conversation he and I have had in all the years we’ve known each other.” Wonwoo continues to rant, “And it could’ve been avoided if Mingyu didn’t go behind my back to Seungcheol and spill everything. Or if he had at least told me he told Seungcheol.”

I gaze at Wonwoo. I hate the way his jaw clenches with stress and the way his hands are stiff with an alertness that should not be there. But I can’t make this all go away. As much as I want to, that’s not my role. And I know that.

“You know,” I say softly, easing into the conversation that I know he doesn’t want to hear, “You’re going to have to talk to Mingyu at some point. If you carry on ignoring him like this, the fans are going to notice and the others will see it too.”

“I know.” Wonwoo sighs heavily, “I just don’t know if I can do it right now.”

“Wonwoo, I get why you’re mad. I really do.” I tell him and he peers at me from under his arm. “But I’m sure Mingyu was just really worried about you. And I would guess that if Mingyu hadn’t said anything to Seungcheol, Seungcheol wouldn’t have talked to you because he knows how private you are.”

“He’s still an ass for doing it.” Wonwoo mutters and recovers his eyes.

“Yes, yes he is.” I agree with him because I do understand the distrust he is feeling. “But if Mingyu hadn’t said anything to Seungcheol, Seungcheol wouldn’t have talked to you, and you and I wouldn’t be talking.” I tell him how I see the situation. “You don’t have to forgive him now or even want to be close to him but you can’t stay mad at him forever.”

“Watch me.” Wonwoo grumbles and I exhale slowly.

“He’s your best friend, Wonwoo.” I try again to make him see that it isn’t all that bad. “He did the shitty thing because he was genuinely worried about you and your mental state. He saw you were hurting and because he probably didn’t know how to help, he turned to Seungcheol for help. Which was what you needed though you didn’t know it.”

“Maybe Mingyu knew you wouldn’t listen to the advice that he gave you so he went to the person he knew you would listen to.” I keep talking while Wonwoo stays, unmoving and just listening. “I just don’t want to see you burn this bridge with Mingyu. Especially over this.”

“But he broke my trust.” Wonwoo sits up and looks at me, expectantly.

“Yes he did.” I say calmly and search his eyes for any sign that he’s done with the conversation. “But have you talked to him about it at all yet?” I question.

“No, I haven’t.” Wonwoo answers and runs his hands through his hair. “I’ve been too angry about it.”

I reach out a hand and rest it on his arm. “Go talk to him first.” I advise him, “Maybe Mingyu has been feeling guilty about it for months but with how he is, he won’t say anything because he can’t stand to have anyone mad at him, especially you. Give him a chance to apologize before you decide anything.”

“It just sucks that I had to find out this way.” Wonwoo says, his voice weaker.

I nod and scoot closer to him, “I know. It really is suck-y but it’s what happened. Now what are you going to do about it? That’s the real question.”

“But I can be angry about it, right?” He wonders and looks over at me, the anger gone and replaced with an innocent wonder. Like a child who is still learning about the world of emotions.

“Of course you can be angry about it.” I confirm for him, “He went behind your back which was a crappy thing to do but he still deserves a chance to apologize. I can guarantee you that he knows what he did was wrong and not cool but he probably was just trying to help you because if you were anything like me during that fight, you would’ve needed all the help you could get.”

Wonwoo sighs and wraps his arm around me, bringing me closer to him. “That fight was absolute shit, wasn’t it?”

I nod, cuddling into his warmth. “One we weren’t getting through without help. So if we think about it, Mingyu pretty much saved our relationship…” I trail off.

“You’re right.” Wonwoo comments and then rubs his hand over his eyes, “Which is slightly fucked. He breaks my trust yet saves my relationship. So do I hate him or do I thank him?”

“You see if he will apologize for breaking your trust and if he gives it to you, you thank him.” I tell him and Wonwoo gives me a small smile.

“Okay.” He decides, “I’ll talk to him.”

“Sooner rather than later, Mister.” I remind him with a stern look.

“Agreed but it can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I want to stay with you.” Wonwoo says before kissing my forehead. “Thank you.” He mumbles against my skin.

“You’re welcome.” I accept his gratitude, “I’m always here to talk.”

Wonwoo reaches for my coloring book and holds it in his lap, “A lynx?”

I shrug, “It was the next in the book.”

“That tree in the back should be purple.” Wonwoo comments and points to a large tree right behind the animal.

I chuckle, “Why?”

“Why not?” He shrugs and raises his eyebrows playfully.

“It’s not realistic.” I banter.

“Who said it had to be?” Wonwoo smiles and grabs the purple marker.

Description: It’s finals week and you join them on a study date.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff

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“Whatcha studying?” Seungcheol asks, coming up behind you, peering over your shoulder, and placing a coffee cup down for you. His cup remaining in his hand. “Chemistry?” He asks after two seconds of reading over your notes and the textbook page.

You sigh heavily and reach for the coffee cup, “Unfortunately.”

“I’d say.” He chuckles and reclaims his seat. “Is it a big final?” He asks and opens his laptop.

You nod, “It’s over the whole semester and don’t even get me started on that.”

“Why not?” Seungcheol nods his head with confusion.

“My professor is the only professor in the entire department who’s making us take a final on the entire semester.” You roll your eyes while explaining. Seungcheol listens but his eyes are trained on your notebook, attempting to figure them out. “I mean like we’re all in the same class but why is mine the only- ugh.” You groan and lean back in your chair.

“Uh huh….” Seungcheol drawls absentmindedly, “Hey question, how is your brain not mush? I mean does all of that make sense? With all the levels and the things and all?” He asks with his hands emphasizing his words.

Your eyes snap to his in surprise at the conversation switch. “Uh… I mean I guess it makes sense?” You say as more of a question because his questions majorly confused you, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be studying it.” 

Seungcheol pouts in thought, “Yeah, but like how does THAT make sense?” He asks and points towards what’s written on your notebook page. “Or that?” He points to another spot.

“Well, this,” You tap the first spot he pointed at, “Is a diagram of one of the molecules that bonds with another molecule but I haven’t figured out how yet. And this,” You point to his second curious spot, “Is the doodle I drew while watching the dullest review video I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Oh, yeah, no that I’m looking closer, that doesn’t look like anything remotely close to chemistry.” He says, a wide smile taking over his features and a laugh erupts from the two of you.

Wonwoo

“How many hours have we been here for?” Wonwoo lays his head against his arm that lays flat on the table. 

You check your phone for the time and do some simple math in your head, “8 hours.”

“Ugh.” He groans and lets his face fall off his arm and onto the table. 

You glance over at him in amusement before going back to writing out more review notes. 

“I’m so tired.” He mumbles against the table.

“Take a nap here.” You tell him, not looking away from your studying. To be honest, you were in a groove and you didn’t want to leave, knowing the second you do, the urge to study will be chucked out the window.

Wonwoo grumbles. Leaning back in his chair, he opens his literature class’s final book, and rests the open book over his eyes. You don’t hear another word from him so you assume he’s taken your advice and is trying to nap.

But a minute later, his voice alerts you that he is still awake. “I don’t think this is working.” He says, a laugh just under the surface.

You look up and immediately smack a hand to your forehead but if he looked closely, there is a ghost of a smile on your lips. It pulls a laugh out of him and he tilts his head down, catching the book as it slides off his face.

“That’s not what- you know that only works in the movies, right?” You lower your hand and question him.

Wonwoo shrugs, “It was worth a shot.”

You smile at his sudden playfulness, “Let me finish this powerpoint of notes and then we get out of here.”

He nods happily, “Deal.”

Mingyu

“I got it! I got it!” Mingyu exclaims happily and pumping a fist into the air.

“Nice!” You glance up at the excited puppy and smile in congrats. He’s been trying to solve this problem for the past hour. Using different theories and methods and he refused to look at the answer key for explanation. 

“Annnnnd, on to the next one.” He rests the tip of his pen against the paper while reading over the next question in his review packet. 

You return to your studying but a few minutes later, you can’t help but look up at Mingyu as he works through to find the answer. With his torso and head scrunched up it looks like he’s about to literally dive into his notebook. You watch as his lips mouth the progress he’s done so far before stopping. He grabs the eraser and frantically erases the work he’s just done as it isn’t correct.

Putting his eraser back to the side, he notices you staring and peers up at you, “What’s up?” He asks, wondering if you needed anything from him.

You shake your head gently, “You’re cute when you’re studying.” 

A blush creeps onto his cheeks and he smiles in embarrassment. You smile at his embarrassment.

“Stahp.” Mingyu whines, a hand covering his cheek. “I’m trying to study.”

“What?” You chuckle, “It’s true!”

“Yeah, I mean I know, but since you said it I won’t be able to focus.” He complains with a pout. 

You roll your eyes, “You will be fine, Kim Mingyu.” You wag a finger at him, gesturing for his focus to return down to his notes, “Back to it.”

Looking back down to your notes without waiting for his response, you begin writing out a passage in attempts to memorize it. Mingyu quickly writes something on a piece of paper, folds it over, and slides it over to you. You pick it, sending him a look but he’s already back to solving his problem. 

Opening it, it reads, “Just so you know, you’re cute when you’re studying too.”

Vernon

“What did you get? What did you get?” You grip your notebook to your chest and look at Vernon in excitement. You were certain that you got the correct answer this time and you wanted to know if Vernon got the same answer as you did.

“I got…” Vernon says, finishing up what he is writing, “This.” He finishes and turns his notebook towards you. You also set your notebook down next to his.

You scrunch your eyebrows together. “That’s not right…”

“Yes it is.” Vernon argues, “I remember that lecture like it was yesterday.”

“No, it’s not.” You stand your ground and point to your notebook, “This is the right answer.”

Vernon scoffs, “No it’s not. It’s- Oh my god.” He suddenly stops and starts laughing.

“What?” You ask, hoping he’ll explain before his infectious laughter pulls one out of you. 

“We’re both wrong.” He manages through laughs, then points to your notebook, “You got this part wrong,” He points towards the top of your answer and then points to the bottom of his answer, “And I got this area wrong.”

You realize that what he says is correct and cover your mouth with a fist to hide the embarrassed laughter but it still manages to slip out. Vernon also continues to laugh at your mistake. 

“How are we that dumb?” You asks, rhetorically, when the laughter dies down. Each of you retrieves your notebook back.

“I have no idea.” Vernon answers and shakes his head, “But let’s hope we don’t make that mistake on the test.”

“No kidding.” You agree, “Ugh, I really thought I knew the answer.”

Vernon gestures towards your notebook and bounces his head side to side, “Well, I mean, you were close.”

그래도 안 자면 안돼. 언마나 오래 갈지 모르겠으니까. Don’t stay up though. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. 

Description: After a concert, Wonwoo isn’t feeling well but even if he’s completely determined to make it through the post-concert live, his body is not. When he faints mid broadcast, he’s sent to the hospital to get checked out but it leaves you with time to think that you might be the cause of his exhaustion and it spirals into an attack. And a conversation the next morning.
Warnings: Anxiety attack, fainting, anxious thoughts
Genre: Angst, Idol!Wonwoo x Fem!Reader 
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Wonwoo comes down from the stage stumbling and coughing but he’s determined to make it through the short V-Live before he retreats to his hotel room to sleep for the rest of the night. He says all he needed is you to hold his hand for the duration of the live broadcast and he could make it through. You agree.

During the after concert V-Live, Wonwoo’s hand grips yours tightly just off screen. He’s still breathing hard from the concert but it’s harder than he should be. You know he’s really not feeling well. But the two of you have made an agreement. He’d do the live and if he, at any point, feels like he can’t anymore, he would squeeze your hand three times in a row. Wonwoo has yet to signal.

You uncross your legs and then cross them in the opposite way again. Wonwoo glances over at you and you give him a soft reassuring smile.

15 minutes into the live broadcast, Wonwoo is tilting his head side to side and blinking like he’s trying to keep his eyes open. You look at him worriedly before sharing a look with Mingyu who stands behind Wonwoo with his hands on the back of the couch, protectively.

Wonwoo knows that this V Live won’t take too long. 30 minutes tops. At the beginning he really thought he could make it through it. But now, he’s not so sure. Every single bone in his body feels like a piece of lead and his head feels like a giant medicine ball sitting atop this pile of lead. Even with his glasses on, his vision goes in and out of focus and he tries his best to focus on the conversation happening around him but his members’ voices keep fading in and out.

The only thing keeping him semi grounded is your hand in his.

You’re pulled out of the conversation the other members are having about Soonyoung’s ment screwup by Wonwoo’s hand squeezing yours three short times. Looking over at him, you nod and get up, preparing to lead him away. He follows your actions under the watchful eyes of Mingyu, Seungkwan, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol-who is on the other side of the group.

But as soon as he rises to full height, his hand goes slack, his legs buckle underneath him, and he crumples to the floor. All within the broadcast camera sight.

Within seconds, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Mingyu are kneeling at his sides and the V Live has been abruptly ended. Your breath is caught in your throat and your body frozen until Seungkwan gently pulls you to the side so managers can get to him.

“Wonwoo.” Seungcheol gives his shoulder a gentle shake, hoping he hasn’t lost consciousness.

Wonwoo releases a low groan and rolls onto his back. You release the breath you’ve been holding in when you see him move but the tightness in your chest doesn’t dissipate. It stays like tightly coiled barbed wire around your heart. You’re honestly not sure if you can name the emotion you’re feeling. You know he’s okay but you are also worried about what caused this.

Their manager relieves Mingyu and talks lowly to Wonwoo while other staff members scramble around the room. Wonwoo sits up with the help of their manager and Seungcheol. For a couple seconds he just sits there, dazed and sipping the water that was offered to him.

“I think we should get you checked out just in case.” Their manager voices his opinion and Seungcheol nods in agreement.

“I agree. You should go. We’ll stay here and wait for you.” Seungcheol says, his leader instincts kicking in.

The other members stay silent where they’ve retreated to but you and Seungkwan are still in the same spots.

Wonwoo raises his head and his eyes immediately find yours staring at him with a look he can’t quite read. Weakly, he holds out a hand and you kneel next to their manager, taking his hand in yours. The barbed wire around your heart tightens every so slightly.

“I think you need to get checked out.” You voice your thoughts and before Wonwoo argue against you, you cut him off, “It’s just a precaution. For my peace-of-mind, go get checked out at the hospital. Please?” You stare at Wonwoo and he can see the concern that’s painted in your voice.

“Okay.” He agrees quietly and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Their manager stands and starts giving out instructions while Seungcheol and Jeonghan help Wonwoo onto his feet.

“I’ll stay here. Just come back soon.” You tell Wonwoo as he’s lowered into a wheelchair a staff member found somewhere.

Wonwoo nods, “Don’t stay up though. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” He advices you and you nod in response.

“I won’t.” You say with understanding but knowing you’re probably going to stay up until he gets back.

He gives your hand one last squeeze before their manager rolls him down the hall and out of sight.

Walking back into the room, the rest of the members are talking quietly to themselves as the staff members clean up the equipment as all activities have been put on hold for the rest of the night.

You can’t help but wonder what led up to this. Wonwoo has been fine the whole time up to this concert. He would spend his mornings at rehearsals, sometimes he’d spend lunch with you, return to rehearsals until they ended (usually late at night), and then he would come to your place to spend more time with you before sleeping over, only to have to get up early the next morning to repeat the same schedule.

Looking back at this, the barbed wire constricts a little more as you realize that he’d been spending a lot of time with you. Time he could’ve been using to rest and recharge from rehearsals. The other members were fine because they didn’t have a person to eat lunch with or spend extra time at night with. They all probably went to bed after rehearsals and got good sleep for the next rehearsal filled day.

A hand covers your mouth as you realize you could be the one at fault for Wonwoo’s fainting. Was it because you were too greedy and wanted to spend so much time with him? Were you not as concerned with his well being as you should’ve been? Was he not honest with you about how much time he was spending with you? Did he lie to you whenever you asked if he was tired?

Your breath picked up and your other arm wraps around your stomach as you try to fend off the attack but with the thoughts swirling in your head, it’s pretty much useless to try and stop it.

Feeling your body refusing to stand straight any longer, you lower yourself onto your knees and struggle to get a breath in or out. Tears collect on your bottom eyelid and in a couple blinks, tears are dropping onto your cheeks.

“(y/n)?” Jun notices you kneeling and calls out your name which catches the attention of the other members.

You squeeze your eyes shut as a pair of arms wraps around your shoulders and holds you close. Your muffled sobs seep through you hand and the tears stream down your face. You struggle to breathe in, your chest stutters as the air hiccups into your lungs and yet the barbed wire still clings to your aching heart.

“You guys go ahead.” Seungcheol says with his arms still around you.

“Josh, you and Minghao stay with them.” Jeonghan instructs as he ushers the other members out of the room.

Why didn’t he tell you he was tired? Why didn’t he ever tell you it probably wasn’t a good idea for him to see because he needed to rest? Why wasn’t he honest with you?

Had you been too pushy? Did you say something that made him feel like he needed to lie to you? Did you smother him? Did you do this? Why didn’t he just tell you?!

A fresh wave of tears pushes through your closed eyelids and you try to choke back sobs but it ends up making you cough.

“My… fault.” You cough out, shaking your head with tears dripping from your chin. “He… and me… too much… time… spent…” A sob cuts your voice off and Seungcheol tightens his grip on you with a sigh.

Joshua and Minghao share a worried look which they then tossed to Seungcheol who understands their worry.

After 5 five minutes, which feels more like an eternity, the barbed wire around your heart finally disappears and the crushing weight on your chest dissipates and you can finally take in a substantial breath. Though the tears are still trickling out, you open your eyes and your tired body sinks into Seungcheol’s chest.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?” You ask in a muttered voice, wiping the tears off your wet cheeks.

“We should talk about this later.” Joshua advices with a soft voice but you shake your head.

“It is though. The times when he should’ve been properly resting he was with me.” You explain, voice scratchy from the crying. “And what if I was being too greedy and pushy for time with him that he never told me when he needed proper rest?”

“I doubt that’s true.” Minghao sighs and Seungcheol nods his head in agreement.

You scoff slightly, the negative thoughts still flooding the floor of your mind, “You don’t know what goes through Wonwoo’s mind. I hardly ever know.”

“I know he wouldn’t keep something like that from you.” Seungcheol states definitively, “He indeed is a very private person but he wouldn’t say those kinds of lies. Especially not to you.”

Not really truly believing his words, you stay silent and your eyes start to feel heavy.

“Let’s go upstairs to the rooms and you can get some sleep.” Joshua says and taps Minghao’s knee.

Minghao and Joshua pull you up onto your feet before Seungcheol stands up. As they lead you out of the room, your eyes linger on the spot where Wonwoo fainted and you feel a twinge of pain in your heart which makes you look away.

“He’ll be okay.” Minghao reassures you and wraps an around your shoulders. “Just need the doctor’s okay for him to  continue to do stuff with us.”

You nod slowly, hoping it’s believable. From your eyes, the drowsiness travels to your shoulders as they start to feel heavy.

When you reach the floor that has been blocked out for the members and their staff, you’re slightly surprised to see so many hotel doors propped open.

“Do you want to go to Wonwoo’s room to wait?” Joshua asks and through the open doors, the other members begin to shuffle at the sound of voices.

“I don’t think I want to be alone… Too many thoughts yet.” You gesture up to your head and half smile.

“You can stay in my room.” Seungcheol offers, “I’m sure that’s where we’ll all be waiting anyway.”

“We’re already here.” Mingyu pops his head out of the doorway of his and Seungcheol’s room with a warm smile.

“Make way!” Soonyoung exclaims from a room behind you, “Lots of hot popcorn coming through!”

Side stepping, you watch as Soonyoung runs from his room carrying five steaming bags of freshly popped popcorn right into Seungcheol and Mingyu’s room.

“Mingyu, you guys got water in there?” You ask and he nods his head quickly.

“Yeah, come on.” He says and waves you in before disappearing into the room.

You admired this side of the members. The one that understands severity of situations but always tries to keep spirits up for others and for themselves. It’s why you don’t really want to be alone at this moment. Your negative thoughts would most likely take over and you’d probably end up crying yourself to sleep.

In the room, Jeonghan, Dino, and Vernon occupy Seungcheol’s bed while Mingyu and Seokmin occupy Mingyu’s bed. Soonyoung and Seungkwan are perched on the couch. The others must be in their rooms with their doors open.

“He’ll be okay.” Seungkwan reassures you as you take a seat on the couch.

You nod, not wanting to dive into the real reason you lost it earlier. “Yeah, I’m sure he will be.”

Before you can say anything else, Soonyoung lightly shoves into you as he tries to catch a piece of popcorn in his mouth but unfortunately misses.

“Dang.” He mutters, disappointed, before picking up another piece and trying again. This time succeeding. “YES!” Soonyoung smiles happily at you and you can’t help but smile at him. Chuckles from around the room indicate the everyone is looking at him and his popcorn endeavors.

Somewhere in the next hour, you had dozed off and Soonyoung and Seungkwan moved off the couch so you could fully lay out. As soon as Mingyu draped a blanket over you, you were fast asleep. Your body exhausted from the anxiety attack you had gone through.

Seungcheol shooed the waiting party into a different room but kept his door ajar, partly for him and partly for you.

An hour and a half after Wonwoo went to the hospital and an hour after Pledis released an emergency statement explaining what had happened and what is currently being done, Wonwoo and their manager return to the hotel. Wonwoo walks through the hallway of their floor on his own but at a slower than usual pace. Turning the corner, they see most of the members’ doors propped open and their manager chuckles softly.

“Let’s get you to your room.” Their manager says just before Seungcheol, Mingyu, Dino, and Seungkwan tumble out of Seungkwan and Dino’s room.

“You’re back.” Seungkwan says with a relieved sigh and Wonwoo can hear other members scramble out of bed just before their heads pop out of their doorways. He searches for your face but when he doesn’t see you, he assumes your asleep in his bed.

“What did the doctor say?” Dino asks, reaching Wonwoo first and offering his shoulder for support. Jun stumbles into the doorway of their shared room.

“No concussion or anything serious. Said my body’s just exhausted and that it’s highly recommended I rest for a few days.” Wonwoo answers the question.

“Starting now.” Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest and Mingyu copies his actions.

The small group follows Wonwoo into his room where Jun has already climbed back into bed. Expecting to see you in his bed, Wonwoo stops abruptly when the you’re not where he expected you to be.

“Where’s (y/n)?” He turns to ask the others with concern.

“She’s asleep on the couch in my room.” Seungcheol points a thumb behind them.

“I want to see her.” Wonwoo says and begins walking back out of the room but Mingyu stops him.

“Hyung, she’s sleeping and she’s really needs the rest.” He vaguely explains.

Wonwoo scrunches his eyebrows together, “What do you mean?”

“She panicked after you left.” Seungcheol lays out the truth and Wonwoo’s heart feels like it just stopped beating.

“Okay, now I really need to see her.” Wonwoo defends and tries to push forward.

But Mingyu still blocks his path to the door, “Tomorrow, when you’re both not ridiculously tired.”

With his heart pounding in his ears, Wonwoo breathes in deeply but Seungcheol cuts him off before he can say anything.

“Tomorrow.” He states in a tone that ends the discussion right there and then. Seungcheol doesn’t say anymore knowing that what you panicked over is something that the two of you need to discuss.

Defeated, Wonwoo walks the short distance to his bed and tucks himself in with his heart still pounding. Despite his mind racing with thoughts worrying about you, his body pulls him into sleep within minutes after the others have left the room. Jun stays awake until he’s certain Wonwoo is asleep before falling back asleep himself.

-

Mingyu tries his hardest to not make too much noise as he gets ready for the day but of course, his clumsy self had to go and drop his phone on the desk which sent some of his toiletries tumbling around the desk and onto the floor.

The commotion was the second thing that brought you out of your slumber. The first being the obnoxious sunlight pouring in through the windows. Opening your eyes, you see Mingyu mumbling to himself as he picks up his fallen items. You stretch out your limbs and yawn loudly.

“Oh, I woke you up.” Mingyu says in disappointment.

You sit up and shake your head, “Nah, the sun was already doing a pretty good job of that.”

“Sorry it was loud. I swear I was trying to be quiet.” Mingyu smiles sheepishly at you to which you giggle.

“Mingyu, it’s fine.” You tell him before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

Then it hits you. Why is Mingyu in Wonwoo’s room? Or why are you in Mingyu’s room?

“Did Wonwoo get back yet?” You ask, realizing it’s morning and you hadn’t heard anything at all during the night.

“Yeah, he got back after you fell asleep.” Mingyu informs you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You ask standing to your feet, heading to the door.

“Cause you were sleeping and he also needed to sleeeeeeep.” He drags out the last word at you but you’re already out the door.

Quickly walking down the hall to Wonwoo and Jun’s shared room, you’re happy that the door is open ajar and let yourself in, quietly, just in case Wonwoo’s still sleeping.

Tip-toeing into the room, Jun’s bed sits empty but still unmade and Wonwoo is still tucked into his bed, eyes closed and breathing steady. You release a sigh of relief and crawl into bed behind him, wrapping an arm around his large torso as far as you can reach which isn’t that far with only one arm. As you nuzzle your nose into his back, he stirs and tries to roll over, almost squishing you in the process.

“(y/n)?” His groggy morning voice calls out your name and he peeks through half opened eyes.

“I’m here.” You tell him. Scooting out from underneath him, you wrap him in your arms and cuddles into your body. Wonwoo’s head rests against your chest and his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

“What did the doctor say?” You ask, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“Well, I don’t have any serious injuries but won’t be at rehearsals for the next few days.” Wonwoo sighs, his eyes staying closed.

“That bad?” You frown that he’ll have to miss rehearsals but also since the boys have a few days off before the next concert, it’s not too terrible.

“It’s not bad. I just need some rest.” He mumbles and leans up to plant a kiss at the base of your neck.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you wanted to bring up your thoughts from yesterday now or if you should wait. Wonwoo registers your silence and instead of contemplating the decision, he just dives right in.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling back and looking at you.

“Not.. really, no.” You answer him honestly.

“What happened?” Wonwoo questions now wide awake and sits up, leaning against the headboard.

You also sit up properly but glance nervously towards the door.

“He left awhile ago and I doubt anyone’s gonna walk in. They all went out, I think.” He explains catching your glance.

Taking a deep breath, you look at Wonwoo, “After you left, I just, I started to panic thinking that maybe it was my fault that your body gave out.”

“It’s not you fault.” Wonwoo says softly and grabs your hand gently.

“You spent what little free time you had with me.” You continue to explain, letting the held back words slip out into the world, “You spent every night at my place when you probably should’ve been in your own bed, closer to rehearsals, getting enough sleep for your exhausting rehearsals. You needed those hours to rest and I can’t help but think that I took them away from you and because I did that your body couldn’t handle the work.” You sniffle as somehow more fearful tears appear, “And you promised me. You promised me that you wouldn’t overwork yourself. I told you to ditch me if it meant letting yourself rest. Now I’m scared that every time we hang out, you’re doing it just for me and that you should be resting but instead you’re out with me and won’t tell me that you need to be elsewhere.”

Realization washes over Wonwoo as he takes in your words. He had promised you. But he, honestly, never felt like he wasn’t getting enough rest. He always, always wanted to spend time with you, even if it meant sacrificing a few extra minutes of sleep.

Wonwoo tugs you into a hug and you let him envelope you in his arms, his head resting on top of yours.

“You just… fell.” You mumble, recalling what you saw the night before. “You were standing one second and the next your were on the ground and I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even think. I just, I don’t want to be the reason you neglect your health. I don’t want to be the reason you end up like that again.” You let out a shaky breath and Wonwoo can feel his own tears well up in his eyes.

Lord knows he’s not a cryer but hearing you doubt yourself and doubt him has him dipping into a sadness he almost never dips into.

“I did promise you.” He says softly, willing his voice to stay steady. “But I never, not once, thought I wasn’t getting enough rest. Every night I slept over at your place was a night I wanted to stay over. I always wanted to spend that extra time with you. It was never because I felt obligated to be with you. Never.” Wonwoo squeezes you closer and you look up at him but he just continues to stare straight ahead trying to rid his eyes of the tears. “It’s honestly probably my own fault for not listening to my body enough. It was me ignoring my body’s needs and I paid the price for it.” He finally looks down at you and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You will never be the reason why I fainted.”

You adjust your position and kneel next to him, his arm still resting on your arm.

“I know that but I don’t know how long it’ll take for this worry to go away.” You tell him and he nods in understanding.

“I know.” Wonwoo says, “And I’ll just reassure you every time.”

“And please, listen to your body more.” You ask of him with pleading eyes.

Wonwoo leans closer and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I will.”

“You should probably get some more sleep.” You smile softly, “I know how much sleep you usually get on days off.”

“Stay with me?” He questions and you roll your eyes at the question.

“Of course. Like you said, everyone went out so what else am I going to do besides baby my boyfriend?” You joke and he chuckles while laying back with you.

After a moment a silent settling in, Wonwoo sighs, “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

You press your cheek against his chest, “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay and nothing is injured.”

Wonwoo kisses the top of your head once more and before he starts to fall asleep again, mumbles, “Me too.”

S.Coups:

Your heart was still racing as you slid under the duvet, coming face to face with Seungcheol. As your eyes met, you both could only smile as you realised you weren’t alone.

After a few moments, Seungcheol reached under the duvet and took your hand. “I can’t believe that we’re sleeping in the same bed tonight, together.”

A hum of agreement came from you, “this is much comfier than home.”

“That’s because I’m here,” Seungcheol teased as he pulled you closer towards you. “Your head is usually where I put my laptop when I’m talking to you before I go to sleep you know.”

“And is having me here better than that?”

His head nodded immediately in reply to your question, “I still feel like I’m dreaming looking at you right now, it feels like someone’s about to pull you away and send you back home again.”

“Not this time,” you grinned back at him, “Korea really is my home now.”

Seungcheol let go of a chuckle as he kept trying to get things to sink in. “You might have to keep saying that for a little to make me believe it.”

“I can say that Korea is my home as much as you want.”

Jeonghan:

The moment your eyes landed on Jeonghan, your pace picked up, pushing the trolley a little faster to get to him, noticing him waving so you knew where to run to.

As soon as you were close enough, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Welcome home,” he whispered into your ear whilst squeezing your frame.

Your grip was tight too, letting go of a deep breath. “I’m so glad I’m here.”

“Have you packed enough?” Jeonghan laughed, pulling away from you and noticing your three cases stacked up on your trolley. “I don’t think I need to worry about you forgetting something.”

“This is home, I needed to have everything.”

His smile was wide as he teased you, offering to push your trolley for you. “It’s heavy too,” he sighed, digging his heels into the ground to get it moving towards where his car was parked.

“Just wait until you have to carry these upstairs,” you joked, “then you’ll moan.”

His eyes rolled as he remembered the journey that he had up to the dorm. “It’s a good job that we have lifts in apartment blocks these days for these things.”

“You’re so dramatic, they’re not even that heavy.”

Joshua:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked into Joshua’s room, noticing several pieces of memorabilia scattered around the place, all with your country’s flag on.

As your eyes shot around to look at him, his laughter got louder. “I thought that having these here would remind you of home,” he smiled back at you.

Your head shook as he spoke, “why do I want a giant flag up in my room?”

“Doesn’t it feel homely? Cosy?” Joshua teased as he walked across to you, “I even managed to find a snow globe for your bedside table, I didn’t even realise they made these with flags on.”

“Please tell me this is a welcome prank.”

He didn’t say a word, but his smile let you know that he was up to mischief, poking against his chest. “Did you really think that I was just going to let you move in without annoying you?”

“You’re the worst,” you sighed, “if anyone should know how I feel then it’s you.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “that’s exactly why I did this, it cheered you up and stopped you worrying about home for a moment.”

“I hate to say it, but you’ve got a good point there.”

Jun:

The sound of your name mentioned shouted brought you out of your bedroom, running into the living room where you found Junhui waiting for you with a smile.

He beckoned you over before taking your hand, unfolding it. “You can’t officially move in without this,” he smiled before placing a keychain in your hand.

Your eyes looked down, noticing a single key attached to it, “for this place?”

“Exactly,” he proudly replied to you, watching you study the keyring that was on it too. “I thought I would get something simple so that you can always spot which of the keys are yours.”

“There must be a lot of keys around here.”

Junhui nodded as you placed your keys into your pocket, “most of the other keys have car keys and studio keys on too, but I thought you could still do with something to jazz them up a bit.”

“They’re perfect,” you assured him, “I’m honoured to have my own key to this place.”

He took a step towards you, placing his hands against your waist. “This is your home now too, and I, and the boys are all really happy to have you here.”

“Me too, I’m really excite for my new adventure.”

Hoshi:

His eyes looked to you in confusion as the last of your boxes came up the stairs, struggling to believe why there was so little in front of the two of you for you to move with.

As you began to open the boxes, Soonyoung remained stood still. “How are you going to live here with so little?” He asked you, unable to make sense of it.

Your eyes flickered to Soonyoung as he spoke, “I’ve got more coming across.”

“Are your family sending some more of your belongings later?” Soonyoung asked you, hoping that they would. You had packed the bare minimum; a lot less than he was ever expecting to see.

“There should be a few more things next week.”

His head nodded as he began to help you unpack the boxes, “you know you can raid my wardrobe, cupboards, whatever you want until more of your stuff comes, you need to survive.”

“I was planning on doing that anyway,” you teased, “I’ve already spotted a hoodie I like.”

His eyes rolled as you smirked back at him. “Maybe I should be the one thinking of buying new things rather than you if this is how it’s going to be.”

“You did just say I could raid your wardrobe.”

Wonwoo:

Your eyes looked around in awe as Wonwoo led you closer and closer to the river, stunned by the high-rise buildings and busy roads that the two of you walked down.

Every so often his eyes looked at you, making sure that you were still enjoying yourself. “How does it feel to call this place home as you walk around now?”

Your eyes looked to him as he spoke, “right now it feels very surreal to me.”

“It makes my stomach knot every time I think about the fact that this is home for you now,” Wonwoo confessed, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t have to send you home this time.”

“It’s nice walking around, I can really take it all in.”

His head nodded in agreement with you, “there’s so many places around here that I want to show you. Usually we don’t have time, but now we have all the time in the world to do it.”

“I’m excited,” you promised, “the boys have mentioned some good spots to me too.”

Wonwoo’s eyes widened, shaking his head, “whatever you do don’t listen to them. They’ll just want to take you out and get you drunk; I know what they’re like.”

“It’s not as if I have to worry about missing a flight anymore.”

Woozi:

You followed nervously behind Jihoon as he walked you through into the kitchen, introducing you to where everything was as you tried your best to take it all in.

As his eyes flickered back, he was quick to notice you hanging behind him. “Are you alright? Am I going to fast?” He worried, offering his hand out for you to hold.

Your head shook as you caught up to Jihoon, “this is just busy, and super big.”

“It’s a kitchen for a lot of people,” Jihoon smiled as he carried on moving you around to some of the cupboards. “We pretty much just share everything anyway; you don’t need to worry about that.”

“What if I break something that belongs to the boys.”

Jihoon’s head shook back at you, “honestly, we just replace it, there’s nothing sentimental in here. I know you’re worried and nervous, but I promise you that this is just a normal kitchen.”

“I’m terrified,” you admitted to him, “this doesn’t quite feel like my home as well yet.”

Jihoon’s arm snaked securely around your waist, “it will soon feel like your home as well, we’ll get you used to things soon enough and feeling settled.”

“I’m sure that I’ll settle, I think I just need time.”

DK:

The smile on Seokmin’s face had you chuckling once again as you caught him staring across at you, picking one of the cushions up from the sofa and throwing it at him.

He quickly caught it, laughing even louder than he was before. “I keep feeling as if I need to ask someone to pinch me,” he suddenly spoke up towards you.

Your eyebrows furrowed in his direction, “do you feel as if you’re dreaming?”

“Exactly that,” he proudly replied to you. “Do you know how many times I’ve sat on this sofa wondering what it would be like one day if you were able to sit here with me too?”

“I was just joking; I didn’t think you were being serious.”

Seokmin’s head nodded as he scooted closer towards you. “I do the same everywhere, laying in bed, cooking in the kitchen, there’s loads of things that I’ve thought of us doing together.”

“I can’t believe you,” you smiled, “I never had you down to be someone like that.”

The smile that Seokmin had widened too, “there’s a lot that you don’t know about me, plenty of surprises too, especially now that we’re living together.”

“I’m excited to see where else you’ve dreamt about me.”

Mingyu:

His eyes kept watching you as you brought your chopsticks up to your mouth yet again, humming in delight at how good the food tasted that Mingyu had bought you both.

As soon as you looked to him as well, he cleared his throat. “I was worried that maybe I’d order something that you don’t like,” he admitted, explaining his stare.

Your head shook with a chuckle, “you know I have eaten Korean before, right?”

“I do,” he smiled in reply to you, “but now you’re here it’s something you’re going to have to eat every day. I want to make sure that I take note of the foods that you really like.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, I eat anything.”

Mingyu’s smile widened as you took another mouthful out of the dish, “I just want you to be comfortable,” he added, “I know that it’s probably all a little overwhelming right now.”

“Mingyu,” you began, reaching for his hand, “I’m happy, you don’t need to fret so much.”

His head nodded, listening to everything that you had to say. “I don’t want you to end up changing your mind, I’d hate for you to go back home now.”

“I’m not going anywhere; this is my home now.”

The8:

You carried on following Minghao around the place as he opened up one of the kitchen cupboards, allowing you to take a look in as you recognised much of what was inside.

His smile was wide as your eyes looked to him to be sure. “I thought we could have a home cupboard, keep it filled with snacks that you have back at home.”

Your head shook in disbelief back at Minghao, “have you thought of everything?”

“Food was something that I missed when I first moved here,” Minghao explained to you, “I thought whenever you feel homesick, you can grab a snack to make yourself feel better.”

“That’s such a great idea, I’ll be raiding this constantly.”

His head nodded, relieved that you had loved his idea as much as he hoped you would. “I hope you don’t just raid it because you’re feeling homesick all the time though, that won’t be good.”

“I’ll raid it whenever,” you assured him, “definitely when I’m not feeling homesick as well.”

Minghao’s arm moved around you as he closed up the cupboard again. “All you have to do is tell me when it’s getting empty, and I’ll order you some more bits.”

“That’s the perfect final touch to our home Minghao.”

Seungkwan:

Your eyes watched in confusion as Seungkwan tore a couple of post its down from his wall, intrigued as to what he had on them as you made yourself comfortable.

As he turned back around and looked at you, he could tell that you were inquisitive. “I used to have these up so that I remembered the good times to be able to call you at.”

Your eyes widened as Seungkwan handed them to you, “you really did that?”

“I had another one up there with your work schedule, and one with your important events on for the week,” he added, “I liked to make sure that I never disturbed you when I called.”

“At least now you don’t have to worry about disturbing me.”

Seungkwan nodded in agreement with you, “I can just see you in person now when I want to talk to you about most things, no more sitting in different time zones and patiently waiting.”

“I had no idea you had these,” you whispered, they really show just how much you care.”

Seungkwan’s hand rested against the top of your leg, “of course, I care. Why else do you think I invited you here to live with me? I just want to be with you.”

“I’m still touched that you decided to invite me here.”

Vernon:

Your eyes widened as Vernon opened up the door to the dorm, looking around as balloons and banners were put up on the walls, with the boys all jumping out.

Your head looked back to Vernon’s innocent smile that stood behind you. “The boys wanted to throw you a little bit of a welcome to Korea party,” he explained to you.

Your eyes looked around at all the boys, “this isn’t my first time visiting Korea.”

“But it’s your first time being here and this being your home,” Vernon grinned as he came up along side you. “We’ve got some games, and plenty of food, all of your favourite things.”

“You guys didn’t need to do this for me, I’m just glad to be here.”

Vernon pushed gently against your arm, as the rest of the boys groaned. “We couldn’t just let you move to Korea and not do anything, especially me. It calls for a celebration.”

“This is adorable,” you told all of them, “you guys make me so happy to call this home.”

Vernon’s smile widened, relieved to see you settling around the place. “You know they’re mainly doing this party because they have some ground rules for us.”

“I should’ve known there’d be an ulterior motive too.”

Dino:

Your smile grew as Chan appeared behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you tightly into his chest, even after only just letting go of you.

Your eyes looked past your shoulder, noticing the expression on his face. “I can’t believe you’re finally here, permanently too,” Chan whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Your head shook at his enthusiasm, “how long are you going to keep on doing this?”

“Until it sinks in for me that Korea is now your home,” he proudly told you, “I keep thinking that when I hold onto you, I’ll have to let you go again like I usually do when you’re here.”

“You know you can cuddle me as much as you possibly want now.”

Chan’s head nodded, his smile growing as he did so. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let go of you for a long time yet, I might just keep grabbing onto you for now.”

“You can hold onto me and not let go,” you reminded Chan, “because this is my home.”

His heart raced as he listened to you speak, “do you think that you could just repeat that last bit again? You know the bit about this being your home now?”

“You mean that your home is now my home too?”

—

Masterlist

Genre: Fluff | song fic (?)

Member: Any

Synopsis: Imagine your bias.

Word count: 500+

Softly, with mood, warmly tightly hug her 

Use it once a day, every day 

➳Your eyes flutter open upon hearing the alarm. You turn it off and attempted to get off the bed. Your attempt was futile when you felt your boyfriend tighten his arms around your waist, mumbling incoherent words. Rolling your eyes, you give up and snuggled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat. Moments like this in mornings are what make you love him even more. 

When your soft eyes meet hers, smile 

So she can smile, hey what’s up beauty, talk to her 

➳You and your boyfriend sat on opposite sides of the couch, wrapped in comfortable silence. As you lift your gaze from your book to your boyfriend he also did the same. He smiled and winked at you saying, ‘Hey, what’s up beauty.’ You laugh at his flirting, shaking your head before going back to reading. The warm smile he saves only for you together with his compliments still make your heart flutter even after years of being together. 

Get up first in the morning, turning on jazz 

Gentle kiss, I’ll look at you 

➳Waking up to an empty space beside you frustrates you but the smell of breakfast made by your boyfriend together with jazz music playing immediately changes your mood. Washing up, you head to the kitchen to be greeted by him wearing your pink apron. You giggled and wrap your arms around his waist. He turns to give you your usual morning kiss. His loving gaze when he takes in your figure in his shirt is what makes your day even better. 

When you’re too tired, take two bottles of alcohol and honestly knock on her door 

➳Drinking is not usually your thing but once in a while is not that bad so whenever your boyfriend brings some soju over you accept. You giggle at his flushed state, slurred words coming out of his mouth. You could only make out the words ‘I love you so much’ and ‘forever’. 

The next morning you’d be in the kitchen making hangover soup when you hear him groaning from your bedroom. You’d rush to his side with a tray of things he needed. After feeding him and giving him medicine to drink he’d follow you with his gaze as you leave the room, wondering how he got lucky for having you.

Sometimes leave together without a plan 

Let her breathe under a different sky, a different wind 

➳You found yourself rushing to pack some snacks and anything you might need as your boyfriend waits in the car. He had suddenly appeared on your doorstep telling you to pack up and get ready for a long road trip. Unplanned trips are your favourites since you get to spend time with him in the car. Your fingers intertwined, the soft music playing and each other’s presence. Everything was perfect. 

Sometimes, kiss her without a plan just like the day you fell for her without a reason 

➳His little pecks on your lips when you: don’t pay attention to him, cook dinner, take care of him and when you are about to sleep. They are the cutest! 

When it’s time to sleep, with a low voice, quietly make her tear as you say 

 Thank you so much 

 Once a day, every day 

 This beautiful girl, don’t lose her