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wonwoo was kind enough to offer his umbrella and walk you to his dorm since it was just a couple blocks away from the stop. now your jacket is hanging on the chair and you’re seated on his small dining table. the familiar aroma of the soup wonwoo’s ladling filled your senses.

"what are you doing here?" it came out of him like a reflex before he even get the chance to realize how dumb that question was, and so were you.

you took a long pause, "...the bus?" your thumb points nowhere.

wonwoo glanced at the bus sign as he walks closer towards you.

"you know no bus are coming, right?" he said your name as if scolding you for waiting for an obvious case.

you breathe out a weak laugh, "no shit."

you never wanted to sound rude towards him. wonwoo was always soft spoken even to someone like seokmin or soonyoung. you think your current state probably made a bigger hole in your filter.

wonwoo folded his umbrella to kneel, searching for your eyes, "you okay? you just seemed a little out," he leaned his body lower to meet your eyes.

you finally looked at him, gaze empathetic with brows furrowing a slight crease on his forehead. you hate that word. after what happened today? obviously it would burst your dam open.

next thing you know the feelings kicked in and tears start to burst down your cheeks.

you caught yourself staring at the back of his loose t-shirt after he served the bowl of soup in front of you. "rice?"

"sure," you flashed a tender smile, then he scoop out some rice to another smaller bowl, "thanks, wonwoo."

prior at the bus stop, he asked if you've had dinner, which you forgot because a) you were speedrunning your papers, and b) you fell asleep mid progress. which is also the reason why he's now sitting beside you on the other side of the table with his own set of rice and soup.

"you cook?" you asked

"no, my friend made this, actually. you know, seaweed soup."

you grab your spoon, glancing at the glazing soup before you. the glow of what looks like leaves of seaweed and pieces of meat shining through the oiled broth, fragrant with sesame oil.

“for you? it’s your birthday?” he nods, taking one spoonful of the broth, “yesterday,”

well, now you feel terrible and selfish spending his birthday soup for your own comfort. you lean your elbow on the table to cover your face in embarrassment. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, wonwoo.”

wonwoo stops mid-chew, “what? what for?”

“it’s just…” you ran your hand through your hair and looked at him. “it’s your birthday?” well, duh. you scrape the obvious reasoning and opted to put your hand on his on the table.

“happy birthday, but still… i’m sorry for wasting your soup just because i was being pathetic earlier,”

“it’s no bother, really.”

you sigh a desperate lose as his hand moves to hold yours, drawing small circles with his thumb.

“i’ll try to make it up to you,”

wonwoo insisted and let you take his bed for the night since the rain didn’t seem to stop any minute soon. he expressed he could’ve walked you back home, but you, too, insisted to rather not since it still takes a few stops to reach there alone. the both of you refused and went to bed.

wonwoo wakes up from his alarm showing 9:21 on the clock, with his bedroom door slightly ajar and a piece of jacket missing from the dining chair.

he was walking to grab some water from the fridge when what looked like a small cake on a saucer stopped him. an unlit candle placed in the middle of it, sitting near the edge of the table, and a piece of folded paper.

he takes a moment to stare at the tart, could it be egg tart? maybe cheese, before unfolding the neatly folded paper.

wonwoo, i want to apologize for being so vulerable last night, but thank you for keeping me safe and comforted (especially when it's your birthday)... sorry again for leaving without notice, but i still had to rush somewhere. i felt like i needed to get you something so i went to the mini mart for this. i know it's really not much but i hope you don't mind. happy birthday!

his thumb brushed over your name at the edge of the letter, shuffling to get a small spoon.

it was egg tart.

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[m.list]

he takes the little furball in his hands and walks towards you. you lean down, and coo at it. he introduces the kitten to you, waving it's hand at you. you do the same, waving back.

“she's the cutest,” he sighs, admiring the little life in his hands. you hum, echoing a 'she is' back to him.

yes, the cat is cute but you can't take your eyes of your boyfriend. the little quirk of his lips, the mirth dancing in his irises, the scrunch of his nose, his wind-tousled hair and the list goes on.

you step closer to him. he stays still. you step closer again. he doesn't move. you lean your head on his shoulder, and rub the kitten's head. it meows and closes it's eyes, content with all the attention.

“i give her food most of the times. she only eats expensive-ass tin food.” he whispers the latter part as if not to upset the kitten.

“yeah, i can see it.”

it lays on it's back, showing it's chubby stomach. you giggle and rub it's tummy. you're unable to contain your coos and laughter. you let your mind wander for a few seconds, wondering if this is how it'd be to start a family with him.

the thought urges you to tuck yourself closer to him. the warmth of his body repels the harsh cold of the autumn air. you circle your hands around his waist, as he lets down the kitten. it gleefully waddles across the street to it's mother.

wonwoo encloses you in a side hug, his hand coming to rest on your back. you watch the mother cat grooms the kitten and soon, a few more kittens come in view.

“and incase you're wondering why i decided to not buy the latest game i like, it's 'cause of this.”

he gestures towards the little cat family. warmth blooms in your chest, and it slowly grows vines, spreading throughout your body. the air messes your hair and caresses your face harshly. you don't feel your face, and hands. the cold autumn does not spare anyone, even lovers.

but wonwoo warms his hands and holds your face, pressing his palms on your cheeks. you giggle, leaning towards him. you do the same and hold his face. he leans his forehead on yours and you close your eyes, trying to engrave this moment in your head. this feeling, this warmth, wonwoo.

and you decide that you can forgive the world as long as it has jeon wonwoo in it.

ditching the taglist cuz literally no one tagged interacts much. hope you understand <3

“Welcome! Anything for your order tonight?”

He sits on the barstool at the centre by himself. He adjusts his glasses as he glances around unsure, “yeah, um… just gyudon and draft beer, please,”

You walked around getting the tall glass to pour one from the beer machine. “Sorry, can I ask something?” he promptly starts.

”Yeah?”

”Where is Kouji-san?”

Looking up from the filled glass, you serve the beer on the counter, “Sensei? His daughter’s in labour tonight. I’m in charge for tonight,”

“Only you?” you smiled at his question and nodded, “‘Seems you know Sensei. You’re a regular?”

He took off his watch and chuckled, “Sort of? I do stop by pretty frequently but I’ve kinda never seen you,” he reasoned as he folded up his sleeves.

You laughed softly in the middle of wiping off the beer faucet, pointing to the back with your thumb, “I’m usually in the kitchen.” You put the rag into your apron, “So ring the bell or call up if you need anything.”

You felt the banter was enough as you turned your heels back to the kitchen because you had to make his gyudon, “Wait,” but his calling stopped you in your step. You turned around to him taking a sip of his beer.

“I haven’t gotten your name.”

“If it isn’t Wonwoo!”

Who?

Kouji’s whoop was muffled behind the kitchen curtain. You tried to calmly finish plating up the dish for a current customer so you can quickly move on to this acquaintance of Kouji. Putting his order is for later, so you swiftly deliver the tray full of bowls to the also full table at the back first.

You came back with another tray of empty dishes as you can finally see your next customer.

Oh, right… I forgot to ask his name.

He smiled at you as you confidently welcomed him, mirroring his smile.

In the middle of putting away the dirty dishes, Kouji came into the kitchen with a question, “Wonwoo said he knows you? You’ve never told me!”

You looked back at him in a slight surprise and a chuckle, “Not really, actually, we met around last week I think? You clocked off early.”

What you remembered from that day was after Wonwoo asked your name, customers piling up in a short time right after you served his food. That resulted in you spending most of your time in the kitchen and finished his check a little quickly because the other was also queuing behind him.

“Go take his order. A group just came in just now and I’m taking theirs,” Kouji ordered.

“What?? Why not you earlier, Sensei?” you whined.

After your half-playful complaint of not taking his order, you wipe off your hand dry and sighed on your way out.

“Another draft beer?”

You guessed as you walked up to him. He nodded, “And a mapo tofu, do you have that?” You took out your notes to write down his orders, “I’ll make sure and prepare that for you.

Anything else?”

Days after that, Wonwoo stopped by around eight to nine, assumingly whenever he had overtime. It’s always the same order. One (or more) glass of draft beer and any bowl dishes, that mapo tofu most of the time.

There was also the time where he came in at almost eleven. He usually never shows any signs of fatigue or weariness on his face but you can see the dim in his eyes. You tried to not approach him that much, spending more of your time checking up the kitchen before touching the baton to Kouji for the night.

You rang up his check right before you clock out. He looked a bit more refreshed after his meal, cheeks slightly flushed after a few refills of beer.

“Please walk safe home,” you gave back his card to the small tray alongside the bill.

Not expecting your non-customer service-way farewell, he stared at you for a few seconds before nodding his head, “you too.”

You swear in every language you can think of. Your heart squeezed. Wonwoo was starting to grow in your heart. It’s really nice to see him in the izakaya for a few days a week after that. You never sort of believed in any of those “at first sight” moments, if it works, good for them. While it did feel slightly heavy on your feet anytime you had to walk back to the kitchen instead of seeing him and talk to him, you had to put your mind in place. Focus. 

It could be because he’s one of your first regulars and, cough, is good looking, but you don’t know his background. Who are his friends and family and why does he always come in alone? You’re not even sure if it’s a crush or that you just found comfort with a customer. Either way, workplace is still a workplace and he is your client. This izakaya is your only rendezvous to him.

That is when Wonwoo ordered two glasses of beer. You tried your best not to halt when you stepped out of the kitchen and saw a young woman around his age beside him. You didn’t, and served him his usual bowl of rice. Gyudon this time, and mapo tofu for her.

You need to stop looking like a stalker, hiding behind the kitchen curtain. This is the second time he had brought her to this izakaya. You need to stop before someone accuses you as a total creep as you compare their interaction a few days ago with today. Almost the same. From outside it looked like they were having a quite serious and private discussion, noting down stuff on paper and their phone alternatively. As if someone’s life was actually on the line. You are also lucky Kouji will come later at night, because he might also accuse you as a total creepy stalker.

You try only focusing on attending customers. It’s almost the weekend and customers start piling up before you realize Wonwoo was already sitting alone. You try to not overthink why he didn’t take her home himself and let her go home by herself.

You walk up to the bar to check the beer dispenser. You can feel his eyes boring at you, slightly dim again like it was a couple weeks ago, and two empty glasses of beer.

“Need a refill?” you carefully ask, walking up to him.

“I’m good.” he slightly smiles before asking for his check.

You kept your sweet encouragement to yourself as you don’t want to force and assume anything towards him. He left the change and gave you a tip.

“Wonwoo?”

It was nearing autumn. Though the sun was already setting at five, the bar still opens at the same time. The rain pours hard, covering any sign of the sun setting with gloom. But nothing could’ve prepared you other than the six feet tall man crouching under the roof in front of the closed bar you’re working at, shading himself from the rain. You grip your umbrella tighter when he looks up to your call.

He calls your name in recognition as he stands up.

The rain poured harder above the roof of the izakaya when you hand Wonwoo the warm coffee on the bar. He’s in the middle of taking off his damp jacket when he looks up to you at the sight of the cup.

“On the house,”

“Thank you.”

You busy yourself behind the bar, checking and tidying stuff up under the bar as Wonwoo sips on his coffee. You peek glances over him. He doesn’t look as tired as the last time you saw him. But if your over-analysis and timeline matched, his reasoning behind crouching like a pathetic man in front of your workplace must have something to do with it.

“Is it okay if I ask you what’s wrong?”

Your sudden approach jolts him a little. He chuckles, “it’s fine,” you wait for his pause.

“I can say it’s family matters. Something came up and we had to figure it out somehow, a little stressful I might say,” you hum understanding.

“Did you not have work today? You usually come later. It’s not even six yet,”

He shakes his head, “No, I just finished super early. My seniors are having dinner, too, so,”

“Not going?”

“Not really my thing. Only works when I was new,”

He takes a sip of his coffee again. You space out for a moment not knowing what to respond. You were never the best at comforting someone. For as long as you’ve been friends with your best friends, you’ve always listened. Maybe give them some hugs and pats on the head, words of “I’m here” and “You’re not on your own” repeatedly said, affirming.

You felt sort of bad and truly embarrassed at how you acted behind him the past weeks, sort of suspecting his love life, getting (you admit) jealous at some random woman you don’t know and didn’t even try to know. Maybe what you thought a few weeks ago was right. Maybe you do have a huge cru–

“Yes, Wonwoo?” your ribbons of thoughts were snipped by Wonwoo calling your name.

“You’re usually bright, is something wrong?”

Confused by his question, you look around unsure. Guests usually come around an hour after opening, and you never wished someone to come in right now so bad through your whole career.

“M-maybe? I don’t know, sorry,”

Wonwoo was in the middle of wiping his glasses with the paw of his sleeves. He puts them back on.

“It’s usually me who’s quiet between us,” he adjusts them to the bridge of his nose, looking up at you from his seat, smiling.

Between us? He’s not making this any better. You scratch the back of your neck, not planning to come up with any reply or answer. You avert your gaze to the window, trying to avoid his eyes. Your wish of customers barging in is washed away by the rain—not slowing down any minute apparently.

“I just thought something came up and you had to like,” you chuckle at your assumption, “get off early or, run away or some sort,”

Wonwoo was still sipping his coffee. Not sensing his answer in any minute, you finish your prior thought with your remaining breath, “sort of heartbroken-looking.”

You organize the shot bottle on the under bar, again trying to distract yourself from the fact that he's now facing you, eyes boring. You didn’t budge and he stared at his coffee.

“I wanna get to know you, Wonwoo,” you finally look at him. Emphasizing on your tone, you don’t want him to feel like you’re just messing around.

“Can I?” you ponder at him, preparing yourself for the worst.

“I don’t know if it's possible. For all the time you came here, the past few weeks, I always get all... gung-ho when cooking, or preparing side dishes and bowls in the back. It’s like I want you to see me doing great like there’s nothing wrong in my mind. You know, "bright" like you said. It’s honestly stupid, fuck…” you breath out the last word.

“And then you came in super late that night, with that… heavy shoulders and countless refills of this damned beer, and then came in with that lady not once but twice, and this… serious tension between the two of you. You know, I just didn’t want to assume but it’s just… I don’t know, it was kinda confu–”

“With who now?”

You instantly pause, knowing full well he has probably catched on. So you sigh, “That… friend around your age. Pretty, slight tan, long hair,” you scratch your forehead in defeat. It’s like your pride just splurts out like a balloon being squished its air out.

You excuse yourself by collecting his empty cup on the top counter to refill it, but a hand halts your steps grabbing onto your arm.

“Don’t give me more, I don’t handle caffeine that well.”

“Just… let me put this back to the kitchen,”

“Later. Sit here.” he orders.

Your heart flinched at the slight octave drop of his already soft voice. Another sigh of loss, you put back the cup. Wonwoo slowly let go of your arm to let you walk around the bar counter.

It’s now a whole new view. Wonwoo is sitting right next to you and you can definitely smell his cologne. Even just one second of eye contact, you couldn’t handle it. How does one’s gaze be so soft and comforting? You dart your eyes and cover them with your hands with elbows on the table.

“Just… let's just finish this. I already feel ridiculous.”

All you can catch with your ears was his soft chuckle and fabric rustling, “you wanna get to know me right?”

You feel his fingers snake around your wrist, gently pulling your hands away from your face. Seeing his face up close does not help even one bit, you feel even more like shit of how messy and pathetic you must’ve looked.

“That… “friend”, is my future sister-in-law,” he starts,

Your eyeballs could probably see the back of your head as you whip your head away in another embarrassment, “Ugh, Wonwoo, enough of that,”

“Which is why we were so stressed we had to talk about it on our own. My brother’s marriage is on the line.”

You hear his tone indicating him smiling whilst explaining. To be frank, you kind of already gave up the moment his voice dropped an octave lower. All you can do now is just to sit next to Wonwoo with his thumb drawing circles on your palm. 

“It’s not stupid,” he softly assures, fingertips a little cold from sheltering the rain earlier. But it does feel so to you. Stupid crush at the ripe age of your 20s. Great. 

“So can I get to know you then?”

You look up at him, desperate for his answer and decision.

“Only if I get to know you, too. Here,”

He taps his finger to the table, hand still not letting go of yours. You make sure once more, “like right here?”

He nods, “until today’s first customer.”

You’re not sure if the smile on your lips is for him or just out of embarrassment, “Well technically you are one,” you chuckle, “at least let me put this back to the kitchen.”

Well, now that your stupid crush issue is all clear, you can finally find the courage to look at his face one more time, no meddling. All you can focus on was the soft and playful beam on his eyes behind that thick specs.

“Tell Kouji-san you got a date tonight.”

[18:06] sensei [18:06] i might have to clock off early

[18:12] Oh sure, something’s up?

[18:13] yeah umm [18:13] i just booked myself a date

[18:14] Oooh [18:14] Hahaha [18:14] About time that wonwoo

[18:14] ??? [18:14] sensei???

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[m.list]

wonwoo was kind enough to offer his umbrella and walk you to his dorm since it was just a couple blocks away from the stop. now your jacket is hanging on the chair and you’re seated on his small dining table. the familiar aroma of the soup wonwoo’s ladling filled your senses.

"what are you doing here?" it came out of him like a reflex before he even get the chance to realize how dumb that question was, and so were you.

you took a long pause, "...the bus?" your thumb points nowhere.

wonwoo glanced at the bus sign as he walks closer towards you.

"you know no bus are coming, right?" he said your name as if scolding you for waiting for an obvious case.

you breathe out a weak laugh, "no shit."

you never wanted to sound rude towards him. wonwoo was always soft spoken even to someone like seokmin or soonyoung. you think your current state probably made a bigger hole in your filter.

wonwoo folded his umbrella to kneel, searching for your eyes, "you okay? you just seemed a little out," he leaned his body lower to meet your eyes.

you finally looked at him, gaze empathetic with brows furrowing a slight crease on his forehead. you hate that word. after what happened today? obviously it would burst your dam open.

next thing you know the feelings kicked in and tears start to burst down your cheeks.

you caught yourself staring at the back of his loose t-shirt after he served the bowl of soup in front of you. "rice?"

"sure," you flashed a tender smile, then he scoop out some rice to another smaller bowl, "thanks, wonwoo."

prior at the bus stop, he asked if you've had dinner, which you forgot because a) you were speedrunning your papers, and b) you fell asleep mid progress. which is also the reason why he's now sitting beside you on the other side of the table with his own set of rice and soup.

"you cook?" you asked

"no, my friend made this, actually. you know, seaweed soup."

you grab your spoon, glancing at the glazing soup before you. the glow of what looks like leaves of seaweed and pieces of meat shining through the oiled broth, fragrant with sesame oil.

“for you? it’s your birthday?” he nods, taking one spoonful of the broth, “yesterday,”

well, now you feel terrible and selfish spending his birthday soup for your own comfort. you lean your elbow on the table to cover your face in embarrassment. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, wonwoo.”

wonwoo stops mid-chew, “what? what for?”

“it’s just…” you ran your hand through your hair and looked at him. “it’s your birthday?” well, duh. you scrape the obvious reasoning and opted to put your hand on his on the table.

“happy birthday, but still… i’m sorry for wasting your soup just because i was being pathetic earlier,”

“it’s no bother, really.”

you sigh a desperate lose as his hand moves to hold yours, drawing small circles with his thumb.

“i’ll try to make it up to you,”

wonwoo insisted and let you take his bed for the night since the rain didn’t seem to stop any minute soon. he expressed he could’ve walked you back home, but you, too, insisted to rather not since it still takes a few stops to reach there alone. the both of you refused and went to bed.

wonwoo wakes up from his alarm showing 9:21 on the clock, with his bedroom door slightly ajar and a piece of jacket missing from the dining chair.

he was walking to grab some water from the fridge when what looked like a small cake on a saucer stopped him. an unlit candle placed in the middle of it, sitting near the edge of the table, and a piece of folded paper.

he takes a moment to stare at the tart, could it be egg tart? maybe cheese, before unfolding the neatly folded paper.

wonwoo, i want to apologize for being so vulerable last night, but thank you for keeping me safe and comforted (especially when it's your birthday)... sorry again for leaving without notice, but i still had to rush somewhere. i felt like i needed to get you something so i went to the mini mart for this. i know it's really not much but i hope you don't mind. happy birthday!

his thumb brushed over your name at the edge of the letter, shuffling to get a small spoon.

it was egg tart.

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[m.list]

“hey, everyone,” you said with a warm smile. “i’m y/n, and i’m excited to be here working on something fresh with my new partner.”

wonwoo nodded, a charming smile on his face. “and i’m wonwoo. looking forward to blending our styles and seeing what kind of exciting stage we can create together.”

the audience responded with applause, and the host beamed at the smooth interaction. you and wonwoo exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the challenge ahead.

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you had arrived early that day, ready to get into the swing of things. you had been looking forward to this opportunity, but as the hours went by, the nerves started to creep in. a mix of excitement and anxiety kept you on edge. the studio was packed with crew members and set pieces, and the constant movement around you only heightened your tension.

wonwoo arrived a bit later, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to the bustling energy of the studio. he approached with a warm smile. “hi, i’m wonwoo. nice to meet you.” “hi, i’m y/n. nice to meet you too,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite your nerves, bowing politely.

as you straightened up, trying to muster a genuine smile, wonwoo took a step forward to extend his hand. unfortunately, he misjudged his footing and accidentally bumped into you. the jolt caused him to spill his coffee all over your outfit. the hot liquid splashed across your clothes, and you felt a wave of frustration and embarrassment wash over you.

your eyes widened as you realized what had happened. “are you serious?” you said, your voice tinged with irritation.

wonwoo’s face went pale as he saw the mess. “oh shit, i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to—”

before he could finish, you cut him off, feeling the anger rise. “this is just great. i’ve been waiting for hours for you, and now i’m covered in coffee.”

wonwoo’s eyes were filled with genuine regret as he quickly grabbed some paper towels from a nearby table. “please, let me help you clean up. i really didn’t see that coming.”

you tried to keep your composure as you took the towels from him, attempting to dab at the stain on your clothes. the coffee was still warm, and the smell of it mixed with your mounting frustration. “it’s fine,” you said through gritted teeth, your voice barely controlled. “just… let’s get this over with.”

despite wonwoo’s efforts to apologize and help clean up, the incident had already dampened your mood. the coffee spill seemed to symbolize all the stress and nerves you had been feeling all day. the next segment of the show felt like a blur, and it was hard to focus with your outfit now stained and your frustration simmering just below the surface.

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the backstage area was a hive of activity, with crew members hustling to set up for the next segment of the show. you and wonwoo had been separated from the rest of the group, given a small rehearsal room to brainstorm and plan your performance. the door clicked shut behind you, leaving the two of you alone.

you glanced around the room, taking in the assortment of musical instruments and props. “alright, so where do we start? do you have any ideas, or should i just take charge?”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “oh, i didn’t realize we had a designated leader. i thought we were supposed to collaborate.”

you crossed your arms, feigning innocence. “collaborate, sure. but, i already had some ideas-”

wonwoo cut you off with a playful smirk. “i’m sure you do. but before you get too far ahead, let’s make sure we’re on the same page. what’s your vision?”

you raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed but trying to keep it light. “my vision? alright, fine. as i was saying…i really wanna do a cover.”

wonwoo nodded, his expression thoughtful, “what song?”

“so, i was thinking,” you said, sighing, “my vision for today’s cover performance is to do something a bit unexpected? i guess… how about a trouble maker cover?”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, his expression turning skeptical. “trouble maker? you mean the song by hyuna and jang hyun-seung? isn’t that a bit…” he looked for the right word, “i don’t know—controversial?”

you felt a sharp pang of irritation. “controversial? it’s a classic, and it’s supposed to be fun…”

wonwoo looked uneasy. “i just think, you know.. fans might have mixed?.. reactions. it’s a bold choice, and not everyone might get the idea you’re planning. it could overshadow our performance.”

you crossed your arms, clearly frustrated. “i don’t know about you but i’m not playing it safe. if you’re too worried about what fans might think, we’ll never get anywhere.”

wonwoo rubbed the back of his neck, visibly conflicted. “it’s not that i’m afraid of taking risks. i just want us to be seen as a strong duo, not just a controversy.”

you exhaled sharply, feeling the frustration mount. “look, i get it. you want to make a good impression. but i feel like that’s the perfect song because-”

wonwoo cut you off, his tone attempting to reassure you. “no, i mean, it’s not that i don’t like the idea. it’s just that—”

you shot him a pointed look, your arms still crossed. “so you’re saying you don’t like it, but you’re not saying it outright?”

you nodded, feeling a bit of relief. “i’ll see you in the practice room then… i hope you won’t be late this time.”

wonwoo chuckled softly, the tension easing. “no promises, but i’ll try to be on time.”

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as you both entered the practice room, the atmosphere was still tense but more focused. the choreography for “trouble maker” was notoriously flirty and required a lot of coordination and chemistry. both of you stood in front of the mirrored wall, trying to get a feel for the moves.

“so, i think the part where we’re back-to-back should be slower, more dramatic,” you suggested, running through the choreography in your head.

wonwoo shook his head, frowning slightly. “i don’t think slowing it down would work. it needs to be sharper, with more impact, to match the beat drop.”

you rolled your eyes. “it’s a sexy song, not a sprint. if we rush through it, it’ll lose its effect.”

“it’s not about rushing. it’s about hitting the beat. if we don’t match the intensity of the music, it’ll look off,” wonwoo countered, crossing his arms.

you mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and glaring at him through the mirror. “i know what i’m talking about. i’ve performed this style before.”

“yeah, and so have i,” he shot back. “if we keep it slow, the energy will drop, and we’ll lose the audience’s attention.”

you groaned, throwing your hands up. “you’re missing the point! it’s not about speed; it’s about chemistry. the slower the move, the more tension we can build.”

wonwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “chemistry? you mean like how we’re yelling at each other right now? great tension,” he replied, voice laced with sarcasm. the practice room staff, who had been standing nearby to help with the choreography, exchanged awkward glances. a few of them shifted their weight uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether to intervene or let you hash it out. one of them subtly nudged another, and you caught sight of a nervous smile being exchanged.

you couldn’t help but smirk, despite your annoyance. “look, if you want tension, we’re already nailing it. but if we want to sell this as a duo, we need to trust each other’s instincts a little more.”

wonwoo stared at you for a moment, then sighed. “fine. let’s try it your way. slow it down. but if it looks awkward, we go with my version.”

“deal,” you agreed, a slight smile breaking through your frustration. “and when it works, i get to say i told you so.”

wonwoo chuckled, shaking his head. “sure, but don’t get used to it.”

noticing the staff’s discomfort, you took a deep breath and composed yourself. you turned back to wonwoo, lowering your voice to a more even tone. “alright, let’s not scare off the entire crew. can we please just get it together and focus?” wonwoo blinked, surprised by the sudden change in your demeanor. he looked around and seemed to realize for the first time how the staff was watching the two of you bicker like an old married couple. a sheepish smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “yeah, you’re right. sorry about that.” you both apologetically bow as a staff member passes by.

you both had agreed to try out a slowed-down version of the choreography first, emphasizing every move to create more tension between the beats. as the music swelled, you moved closer to wonwoo, feeling the shift in the air between you. the choreography demanded a certain closeness, and with each step, you could feel his presence becoming more tangible—his breath, his warmth, the subtle intensity of his eyes meeting yours.

as you slid into the first part of the routine, your body flowed naturally with the rhythm. your hand grazed his arm before trailing up to his shoulder, your eyes locked on his. wonwoo followed suit, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you closer in a move that mirrored the sensual push and pull of the song. for a moment, you almost forgot you were rehearsing. the space between you making you lost. the staff members around the room had grown quiet, some of them watching intently as the two of you danced. the room’s energy had shifted from awkward tension to something that had everyone’s attention.

as you moved into the more suggestive part of the choreography, where you both had to lean in close, practically breathing the same air, you could feel wonwoo's breath hitch slightly. his hand was steady on your waist, but his eyes gave away a flicker of nervousness—or perhaps, something else. the proximity was more intimate than either of you had anticipated, the choreography forcing a closeness that blurred lines.

you leaned back, holding his gaze while executing a slow body roll, your hand trailing down his chest as part of the choreography. wonwoo’s eyes never left yours, but you caught the slight change in his breathing. he didn’t flinch or pull away; instead, his hand slid up to your back, holding you there as the beat of the music pulsed through the room.

just as the moment stretched almost to a breaking point, the music suddenly stopped. an awkward silence filled the room, amplifying the reality of how close you were to each other. the sudden absence of sound brought everything into sharp focus—the rapid rise and fall of your breaths, the way wonwoo’s hand was still on your waist, your own fingers resting against his chest.

you blinked, realizing just how tightly you’d been holding onto him. there was an uncomfortable beat where neither of you moved, unsure of how to transition out of the intensity of the moment.

wonwoo was the first to pull back, clearing his throat awkwardly. “uh, that… that was good, good job,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. his eyes darted away, breaking the intense eye contact that had held you both in place.

“yeah,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flush you felt creeping up your cheeks. you took a small step back, putting a bit more distance between you. “i think we… definitely got the timing down.”

the next run-through of the choreography was smoother, but the tension from the previous moment still lingered in the air. each time you and wonwoo moved through the suggestive parts of the routine, you were hyper-aware of every touch, every glance. you did your best to focus on perfecting the dance, but your mind kept replaying the way he’d looked at you earlier, his expression hovering somewhere between surprise and something else you couldn’t quite pin down.

when the song finally ended, you both broke apart, slightly out of breath. the room buzzed with the murmurs of the crew, who were discussing adjustments and camera angles. you were thankful for the distraction as one of the staff members handed you a water bottle.

you took the opportunity to move to the far side of the room, away from the center of attention, and took a long sip of water. the cold liquid was refreshing, and it gave you a moment to calm your racing thoughts. you leaned against the wall, trying to ground yourself and shake off the strange mix of feelings that had settled in your chest.

for a few minutes, you focused on your breathing, eyes closed, trying to center yourself. but when you opened them, you immediately noticed wonwoo across the room, his eyes fixed on you. he was drinking from his own water bottle, his gaze lingering just a moment too long before he quickly looked away when he realized you’d caught him.

you felt a twinge in your chest, a mixture of nerves and a flutter of hope that you quickly tried to squash. he’s probably just thinking about the choreography, you told yourself. he’s just focused on the performance.

but as the minutes passed and the water break stretched on, you couldn’t help but notice that this wasn’t an isolated incident. wonwoo seemed to keep glancing your way, his eyes soft and contemplative. each time you caught him looking, he would shift his gaze or pretend to adjust something on his phone, but there was a certain pattern to it—a kind of rhythm to the way he kept sneaking glances at you.

when the music finally stopped for the last time, the crew began to scatter, gathering their equipment and making notes for the next session. you could feel the exhaustion settling in, both from the physical strain of the dance and the trials of the day. you bowed and said your goodbyes to the staff, leaving you and wonwoo alone in the practice room.

you took a deep breath, reaching for your bag and tossing your water bottle inside. you had half a mind to head straight home and decompress, but just as you turned to leave, you felt a presence beside you. you looked up to see wonwoo standing there, his expression softer than it had been during practice.

"hey," he started, his voice quiet enough that it felt almost private, "i don’t live too far from here. i thought, maybe… if you’re not too tired, you could come over to my place for a few drinks?"

there was a moment of silence as you processed his words. a dozen thoughts ran through your mind—was he just being friendly? was this his way of smoothing over the tension from earlier? or was there something more to this invitation? you didn’t want to make a scene or overthink the offer.

your eyes met his, and for a second, you hesitated. "you mean, like… just us?" you asked, your voice cautious.

wonwoo nodded, a small, almost shy smile forming on his lips. “yeah, just us i guess.” his tone was casual, but there was an underlying sincerity that made you wonder if he’d been feeling the same strange tension all day. you shook that feeling off immediately.

you swallowed, trying to play it cool. “are you sure you want to spend more time with me after all the arguing we did today?” you teased lightly, arching a brow. he chuckled, a deep, rich sound that seemed to ease some of the nerves in your chest.

“maybe that’s exactly why. besides,” he added, his smile turning more confident, “i think there's more to talk about than choreography.”

there was something in his eyes—an earnestness that felt disarming. the idea of spending time with him outside of this controlled environment was tempting, more so than you wanted to admit. after a beat, you found yourself nodding. “shit.. why not? but i hope you have some good drinks - i need one after today.” wonwoo’s smile widened, a hint of relief in his expression as he shut the door behind you.

₊⊹ the cool night air brushed against your skin as you leaned against the railing of wonwoo’s rooftop, a half-empty glass in your hand. the city lights stretched out below, a sea of twinkling stars spread across the earth. it was surprisingly quiet up here, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the streets below. you took a deep breath, feeling the alcohol warm your insides and dull the sharp edges of your nerves. a few drinks in, you’d both loosened up, the earlier tension from practice melting away into something softer, more relaxed. you found yourself talking more easily with wonwoo than you’d expected, sharing stories about the highs and lows of being in the industry, the constant push and pull of public perception versus personal expression.

wonwoo sat on the low brick wall beside you, his own drink held loosely in his hand. he seemed more at ease now, his usual calm demeanor even softer under the dim glow of the rooftop lights. you caught him watching you again, but this time it didn’t feel strange or unsettling. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the natural comfort that had developed between you two over the last hour, but it felt… nice. he took a sip from his glass, then glanced down at his feet, a small, sheepish smile forming on his lips. “you know, i still feel bad about earlier today… with the coffee,” he started, his voice a bit hesitant.

you chuckled, remembering the moment with a bit more fondness now that it was a few hours behind you. “yeah, that wasn’t exactly the best first impression,” you teased, bumping his arm lightly.

he laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that endearing way you were starting to find really charming. “no, it definitely wasn’t,” he admitted. he paused for a moment, taking another sip of his drink, and you could see him gathering his thoughts. “it was even worse because… well, i was kind of embarrassed. i’ve, uh… actually been a bit of a fan of yours for a while now.”

you blinked, caught completely off guard. “what?” you asked, genuinely surprised. “you’re kidding.”

he shook his head, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color—whether from the drinks or embarrassment, you couldn’t quite tell. “no, i’m serious. i’ve always thought you were really talented. your vocals, your stage presence… it’s kind of intimidating, actually,” he said, his gaze lifting to meet yours, a sincere vulnerability in his eyes.

you stared at him, processing his words. you’d expected a lot of things tonight, but this wasn’t one of them. wonwoo, one of the most composed idols you’d ever met, admitting he was a fan of yours? it didn’t quite compute. “you’re joking,” you said again, but there was a small, disbelieving smile tugging at your lips.

he shook his head, more firmly this time. “no, i mean it. i remember seeing one of your solo stages a while back, and i was really impressed. you have this… presence that’s hard to look away from.”

you could feel your face heating up, a mix of flattery and embarrassment swirling in your chest. “i… wow, i don’t know what to say,” you stammered, your usual confidence wavering under his earnest gaze. “i had no idea.”

wonwoo chuckled, his smile growing wider. “well, i didn’t expect to be spilling coffee all over someone i really admire on the first day of filming,” he joked, but there was a sincerity beneath his words that made your heart flutter. “i thought i’d fucked up any chance of us getting along.”

a small laugh escaped your lips, and you looked down at your drink, feeling a strange warmth spread through you—not just from the alcohol. “to be honest, i thought you were just being distant because you didn’t want to be here, b

eing late and everything,” you admitted. “i had no idea you were a fan.” he looked genuinely surprised. “really? i guess i just… didn’t want to come off too strong. you know how it is… you’re really fucking cool, and i didn’t want to mess things up by being awkward.”

the late-night sky stretched vast and deep above, a canvas of inky blue dotted with a smattering of stars that peeked through the haze of the city lights. the stars were faint but persistent, twinkling like distant diamonds, each one a tiny beacon of light fighting to be seen against the glow of seoul. the moon hung low, a soft, crescent sliver casting a gentle, silver-blue hue across the rooftop.

you chuckled at his candid admission and playfully nudged his shoulder with yours. “don’t worry about it, seriously.”

a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips, and he let out a breathy laugh. “thanks,” he said, his tone still carrying a hint of self-mockery. you could tell he was still a bit embarrassed about it all, but there was something incredibly endearing in the way he’d just laid it out there, honest and unfiltered.

wonwoo’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of surprise in his gaze before it softened, warmth pooling in those deep brown eyes. for a moment, neither of you spoke. the sounds of the city below seemed to fade, replaced by the quiet hum of the rooftop and the cool night breeze rustling your hair. his eyes stayed on yours, and you couldn’t help but feel a current of something passing between you—a silent understanding, a spark of something that hadn’t been there before.

you felt your heart rate pick up just a bit as the silence stretched on, neither of you looking away. his gaze was intense but gentle, as if he were trying to figure out what was on your mind—or maybe trying to figure out what was on his. there was a subtle shift in the air, a tension that felt almost like anticipation.

your lips curved into a small smile, the kind that spoke of mischief and curiosity. his eyes flicked to your lips for the briefest moment before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

“maybe… maybe we should head inside,” he suggested, his voice a bit quieter now. “it’s getting kind of cold up here.”

you smiled a little wider, amused by his sudden change of tone. “sure,” you replied, still feeling that lingering heat from the unspoken moment. “lead the way.”

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wonwoo led you through the entryway of his apartment into a spacious living area, where plush couches and a neatly organized coffee table awaited. the view from the large windows showed the city lights twinkling below, a backdrop to the intimate setting.

you set your drink down on the kitchen counter, which was clean and impeccably arranged. wonwoo, ever the gentleman, took your coat with a polite smile. “let me hang this up for you,” he said, carefully draping it over a coat rack by the door. the small, thoughtful gesture made you feel even more comfortable.

you slipped out of your shoes, feeling the soft, warm floor beneath your feet and you felt yourself relaxing into the space.

“hey, now that we’re here,” you said, a smile playing on your lips, “why don’t we use this chance to perfect that one part of the choreo? it might be easier with a bit more space.”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, “uh, yeah sure.” he moved to clear a space in the middle of the room, adjusting the furniture slightly to create a makeshift practice area.

you nodded, stepping into the open area and stretching slightly to loosen up. “great, let’s see if we can get it just right this time,” you said, your tone light and encouraging.

the living room was filled with the soft hum of the music, its rhythm guiding your movements as you and wonwoo practiced the choreography. the space felt intimate, the distance between you shrinking with each step. as you moved together, the routine’s intricacies brought you closer, the mirrored movements drawing you into each other’s personal space.

you executed the first sequence with practiced ease, your bodies moving in sync, the fluidity of your dance a testament to the hours of practice. wonwoo’s hand brushed against yours as you spun, the contact electric. his gaze was locked on you, his eyes intense, and you could feel the heat between you building with each beat of the music.

the routine’s next section required even closer contact. you found yourselves in a tight embrace, your bodies pressed together as you executed a series of intertwined steps. wonwoo’s hand rested firmly on your lower back, his touch sending a shiver up your spine.

your faces were inches apart, and as you leaned in for a particularly close turn, you could feel his breath mingling with yours. the space between you seemed charged, every movement amplified by the undeniable tension. his eyes flicked down to your lips, and for a heartbeat, the music faded into the background.

you both stood there, the world around you feeling distant and irrelevant as you locked eyes. there was a moment of hesitation, an unspoken question hanging in the air. the rhythm of your breaths seemed to sync, a silent understanding passing between you.

wonwoo’s gaze remained fixed on yours, his expression a mixture of desire and uncertainty. his hand was warm on your back, and you could see him struggling to find the right words. finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “can i?”

the simple question carried a weight of vulnerability, and it made your heart flutter. you nodded, the corners of your mouth lifting in a soft, encouraging smile. “please.” wonwoo closed the distance between you with a sudden, fervent urgency. his lips crashed into yours, the kiss immediate and consuming .your bodies pressed together, the heat of his touch making you melt into his arms as one hand held your waist and his other held your cheek. his lips moved against yours with an eager intensity, his tongue gently probing as he explored, every motion. his hands roamed to your back, pulling you closer, making the kiss feel even more intimate.

wonwoo, driven by a mix of passion and playfulness, started to guide you toward the couch. his lips never left yours, even as he maneuvered you both across the room. you stumbled slightly, laughing breathlessly into the kiss.

he pulled away just long enough to flash you a mischievous grin. “so, this is what you meant by chemistry huh?”

you chuckled, trying to catch your breath. “oh, you caught that, did you? i guess i should have specified.”

wonwoo’s smile widened as he lowered himself back to kiss you again, the passion in his touch as intense as ever. “you’re making it very hard to focus on anything but you right now.”

the kiss resumed, deeper and more fervent. wonwoo’s body pressed down onto yours as he maneuvered himself onto the couch, his weight resting comfortably against you. the cushions beneath were soft, creating a space where the world outside seemed to vanish. his hands were warm on your hips, his touch both reassuring and electrifying.

as you lay there, feeling the intensity of his presence, you couldn’t help but respond to the closeness. your movements became more instinctive, and without fully realizing it, you started to grind gently against him.

wonwoo’s breath hitched, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. his hands tightened on your hips, guiding and encouraging you subtly.

“fuck,” he breathed, the curse escaping his lips in a raw, husky whisper. his eyes were dark with desire as he looked at you, a mixture of awe and longing reflected in his gaze.

he began to kiss down your neck, his lips moving with a tender, burning intensity. each kiss was soft but deliberate, trailing from your jawline to the base of your throat. the touch of his lips against your skin sent shivers down your spine, the sensation both electrifying and soothing.

as he continued his exploration, his voice was a low, reverent murmur against your skin. “you’re so pretty,” he said, the words almost reverent. “so, so pretty.”

the tenderness in his voice made your heart race even faster, the combination of his words and touch creating a heady mix of pleasure and emotion. the kisses down your neck were gentle but passionate, each one conveying a deep appreciation and desire that matched the heat of the moment. as he continued to explore, his fingers began to rest on the hem of your shirt. he fidgeted with it, his movements tentative and full of longing.

his eyes met yours, filled with a question that needed no words. the intensity in his gaze was both gentle and pleading, as if he was silently asking for permission to take things further.

you felt your heart race, the heat of the moment making everything seem more vivid. with a small, reassuring nod, you gave him the consent he was looking for. wonwoo’s eyes softened with relief and appreciation. a tender smile curved his lips as he slowly lifted the hem of your shirt, his movements careful and respectful. he took his time, savoring the moment as he gently guided the fabric upwards, his touch light and deliberate.

you propped yourself up on your elbows, a mix of anticipation and excitement in the air as you started to slip off your shirt. the fabric slid over your shoulders, revealing more of your skin to wonwoo’s eager gaze.

wonwoo watched with a blend of admiration and tenderness as you removed your shirt. his fingers lightly grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. as you finished, he gently unclasped your bra with practiced ease, his movements careful and deliberate.

with a soft gasp, you felt the cool air against your exposed skin. wonwoo’s lips immediately moved to your chest, his kisses tender and filled with adoration. his lips brushed over your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts, each touch gentle but fervent.

between kisses, his voice was a soothing murmur, filled with sweet nothings that made your heart flutter. “god,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “you’ve got the prettiest tits i’ve ever seen, jesus fucking christ.”

the way he spoke, so unrestrained and dirty, made you squeeze your thighs together as he closed his mouth around the bud of your breast as you let out a whine. your gaze was locked on him, taking in the intensity of his focus as he lavished attention on your skin. the sight of him so absorbed in his affection made your heart race, and you found yourself unable to resist the urge to touch him in return. you reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, gently pulling him closer, wonwoo's reaction was immediate and telling. his breath hitched, and he let out a low, appreciative groan. his eyes closed for a moment as he relished the sensation, a subtle shiver running through him. he seemed to lean into your touch, reaching up to kiss you properly and fervently as you tugged gently on his hair.

as you kissed, his hands began to wander, moving south on your body. his fingers gently traced the waistband of your sweatpants. for a brief moment, he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. there was a question in his gaze, an unspoken request for approval.

you met his gaze, feeling the heat of the moment and the connection between you. with a small, encouraging nod, you gave him the consent he was seeking once again. slowly, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and began to lower them. his movements were deliberate and tender, ensuring you were comfortable as he continued to respect the intimacy of the moment. the sweatpants slid down, and he looked up at you once more, the anticipation in his eyes mingling with a deep affection.

with a deep, appreciative breath, he began to remove his shirt. he pulled it over his head, revealing his toned physique beneath. the soft fabric fell away, and he tossed the shirt aside, his bare skin illuminated by the gentle lighting of the room. the sight of him, exposed and close, intensified the intimate atmosphere. wonwoo’s eyes never left yours as he finished taking off shirt, his expression filled with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability. his hands rested lightly on your waist, his touch warm and reassuring.

he leaned in again, his breath warm against your skin. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice a low, gentle murmur filled with concern. the connection between you deepened as he awaited your response, his hands remaining tender and attentive. wonwoo leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he looked into your eyes. “what do you want?” he asked softly, his voice a low murmur filled with genuine curiosity and affection. “tell me what you need.”

his hands continued their gentle ascent, his touch both reassuring and exhilarating. he awaited your response with a patient, attentive expression, making sure that every move was guided by your desires and comfort.

you felt the intensity of wonwoo's touch as his hands climbed higher on your thighs. meeting his gaze, you bit your lip, your voice husky with desire. "touch me" you said, your eyes locked on his, filled with longing.

wonwoo obliges and starts tracing circles over your soaked underwear, your back arches and he presses kisses on your neck and behind your ear, “that’s it babygirl.” he pulls back to slip off your panties and you kick them to the side. you whine as he backs away for a moment and sits up, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear, “sit on my face.”

your breath hitches, “you want me to sit on… your face?” you trail off and before you know it he’s positioned himself under you. you sit up on your knees and crawl until your core is above his face. your chest heaves up and down as he caresses your thighs and his hands move up to grab your ass and pull you in.

you let out a soft moan as his tongue flicks at your clit. there’s something so intimate about this position, his mouth so close to your most sensitive spot, he's practically begging for you to grind against him. and you do.

your hands move to the back of the couch, gripping it as you rock your hips back and forth. you can feel the tension building in your legs as you ride out the waves of pleasure he sends through you.

his hands come up and grip your hips, guiding them to move faster. he scrapes his teeth gently against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers racing through you. you can feel your orgasm building, and it's just on the edge of your reach.

you lean forward, resting your hands on wonwoo's broad shoulders and let out a breathy plea for more, "don't stop. please, don't stop." he responds immediately, his tongue working more insistently, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release.

wonwoo's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in tighter, his fingers massaging your sensitive spots. you feel your climax coming - it's getting stronger with every passing second and all your muscles begin to tighten up, from the tips of your toes to your fingertips. and with one last flick of wonwoo's tongue, you’re thrown off the edge of the cliff and into the whirlwind of pleasure that you've been craving all this time. your entire body shudders and trembles as you let out a soft, loud groan. wonwoo keeps going for a few more seconds, savoring the taste of you before pulling back. you fall to the other side of the couch and he immediately resumes his position on top of you with open mouthed kisses that leave you tasting yourself on his lips.

“you taste so fucking good,” he mutters between kisses. you feel him, hard as anyone can be, against your thigh and your hand palms his erection under his sweats and over his boxers.

he groans and his head moves back from kissing you, you grab his hair with your other hand as he says, “you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you?” you practically moan in response and nod as he kicks his sweatpants off - revealing an awfully large and intimidating bulge through his underwear. you run your hand over the stretched fabric, grabbing onto him and looking him in the eyes.

he helps you remove his boxers and his thick, hard cock springs free. you wrap your hand around it, and he groans at the contact. you can’t help but feel nerves at the thought of him inside of you, how he’d stretch you so wide.

you start to stroke him gently, feeling his heat and hardness against your palm. he shifts his hips, encouraging you to move faster, but you keep the pace slow and steady, wanting to tease him a little.

“wanna feel you wonwoo…” you say shyly, holding the base of his length. that’s all it takes for him to prop you against a pillow at the base of the couch and position himself between your spread legs.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders - one playing with his hair. he slides the tip of his cock up and down your folds and you whine, head falling back. you protest, “i want you now wonwoo please-”

he sighs and positions himself at the base of your hole, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, “you’ve been so patient - so fucking good, wanna make you feel so good.” your breathe catches in your throat as he enters you, the sensation was sharp and intense, a stinging heat that seemed to pierce through the surface of your skin. it was almost uncomfortable, like a sudden, unexpected jolt that made you flinch. but as the seconds passed, something shifted. the sting began to melt away, replaced by a warm, soothing sensation that spread slowly and evenly. he bottoms out and you blink, eyes watering. he kisses away the tears as he tells you how good you’re doing for him and you nod - ready for him to move.

as wonwoo moves slowly at first, savoring every sensation, he can feel your tightness enveloping him and curses to himself, “not gonna last long if you tighten up like that sweetheart - fuck.” you apologetically attempt to loosen up as he fucks you at a slow pace.

“you feel s’good - fuck. so warm and tight around me.” he says before catching your mouth in a strong kiss. his pace quickens, and your head is crashing back and forth into the pillow behind you as your whole body moves with his. you sigh and whine at every thrust - until he hits a spot inside of you that makes your grip on his hair tighten and you moan into his mouth. he groans as his thrusts become more intense and urgent as you tell him to keep going, just like that between kisses.

wonwoo pulls back from the kiss to face you, moving a hand to your throat and lightly applying pressure as he holds your face up to face him. the breathlessness of his touch - light but leading, makes you feel a familiar pit in your stomach as your orgasm builds. the room is filled with the lewd noises of skin slapping together and your cries. “taking me so fucking well - fuck angel…your pussy feels so good i need you to come around me,” wonwoo says next to your ear before biting at your neck.

it doesn’t take much longer before you feel your orgasm come to a peak and you chant his name like a prayer, tightening around him and making him moan into your mouth as he chases you for a kiss.

you practically sob as he continues slamming into you as you’re sensitive and growing tired. he reassures you, “i know baby, i know, you can take me, i'm almost there.”

then he made the mistake of looking down, staring directly into your eyes, which were rolled back in pleasure, brows furrowed in a fucked out state.

"shit, baby, i'm gonna cum. you gotta- fuck.” he pulls out and you sit up, opening your mouth wide as he leaks fluid onto your tongue - stroking himself dry until he comes down from his peak. you close your mouth and swallow, chest heaving up and down as the two of you sit up side by side on the couch.

as the intensity of the moment fades, a sense of calm and closeness envelops you both. wonwoo gently wraps his arms around you, his touch reassuring and warm. his breathing slows to a steady rhythm, matching yours as you both settle into the comfort of each other's presence.

he leans in, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, whispering gentle affirmations. he leans in, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, whispering gentle affirmations. “you did so good for me, angel,” he says, wiping the remainder of tears from your eyes and tucking your messy hair behind your ears. his voice is soothing, a balm to the intensity of the moment.

wonwoo stands up and moves to grab a soft, damp rag from the bathroom. he returns with it and gently begins to wipe your face, his touch tender and attentive. after making sure you’re comfortably clean, he heads to his closet and pulls out an oversized t-shirt of his. with a warm smile, he offers it to you, helping you slip it on. after you slip into wonwoo's oversized t-shirt, there’s a brief, almost awkward silence between you two. the room feels quieter now, the intimacy of the moment giving way to a more relaxed, tranquil atmosphere. both of you settle into the calm, the residual energy of the experience lingering but softened.

wonwoo breaks the silence with a lighthearted chuckle. “well,” he says, a playful grin spreading across his face, “i guess i’ve officially succeeded as your biggest fanboy now.” his tone is teasing, and the warmth in his eyes adds a touch of humor to the situation.

you can’t help but laugh, the sound a mix of amusement and relief. you playfully nudge him with your elbow, a grin spreading across your face, “was that your plan all along genius? go on ‘unlikely duo’ just to get in my pants?” you joke.

wonwoo raises an eyebrow, pretending to consider your question with a mock-serious expression. “ah, you’ve caught me. my master plan was to become the ultimate fanboy and score a spot on ‘unlikely duo’ just to, well, get to know you better.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “guess it worked out pretty well, didn’t it?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “smooth talker, aren’t you? i’m starting to think you had this all figured out from the start.”

he feigns being hurt and holds a hand to his chest, “how do i know all that chemistry talk you had going wasn’t just a ploy to get me to fuck you?”

you laugh, shaking your head as you reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from wonwoo’s face. “in your dreams, wonwoo,” you tease, your voice light and playful. the two of you settle into a comfortable silence. wonwoo’s arms remain wrapped around you, his presence a reassuring and calming force. the room is softly lit, casting a warm glow over the space, enhancing the sense of intimacy and peace. you both find a comfortable position, wonwoo pulling you close against him. his breathing becomes steady, matching your own as you both begin to drift towards sleep.

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the stage is set, the lights are blazing, and the audience’s energy is electric. wonwoo and you take the stage, ready to perform your trouble maker cover. from the moment the music starts, it’s clear that both of you are completely in sync. your movements are sharp and fluid, your chemistry undeniable. the choreography is flawless, and the performance exudes confidence and passion, captivating the audience from start to finish.

as the final notes of the song fade away, the crowd erupts into applause. the interviewer steps forward, a broad smile on her face as they approach you both - who are catching your breathes. “that was an incredible performance!” she exclaim. “you two have such amazing chemistry on stage. how do you manage to make it look so effortless?”

you exchange a knowing glance with wonwoo, a playful smirk on both of your faces. wonwoo takes the lead in answering, his tone warm and genuine. “well, it helps that we get along so well off stage,” he says, glancing at you with a hint of a smile. “we’ve spent a lot of time together, in and out of rehearsals, and that really translates into our performance.”

you nod in agreement, adding, “exactly. we’ve built a great rapport and understanding of each other’s style, which makes everything flow naturally. plus, we genuinely enjoy performing together, and that energy definitely comes through when we’re on stage.”

the interviewer looks impressed, nodding thoughtfully. “it definitely shows. you two make a fantastic duo, both in terms of performance and chemistry. thanks for sharing that with us!”

you nod and smile, “definitely. we’ve spent a lot of time working on our performance and really understanding each other’s styles. it makes performing together feel effortless and the energy just naturally translates.”

the interviewer grins, clearly pleased with your response. “it really does come through. you both have a fantastic dynamic, and it’s clear you’re having a great time. thanks for giving us a glimpse into how you make it all work!”

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you’re lounging comfortably in wonwoo’s apartment, nestled on the couch as you scroll through the flood of comments about your recent performance. wonwoo, sitting beside you, gently kisses your neck, his touch warm and soothing. you chuckle softly, reading through the various reactions. “wow, there’s a lot of sweet comments here,” you say, your eyes scanning the screen. then, you come across a comment that makes you pause. you read out loud, “they’re definitely fucking.”

you laugh, turning your head slightly to meet wonwoo’s amused gaze. “well shit, they got us there.” you say with a smirk, showing him the comment. he chuckles, pressing a teasing kiss to your shoulder. “looks like we were too obvious,” he says, his tone playful.

without missing a beat, wonwoo gently cups your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours. you melt into the kiss, feeling a surge of connection and contentment as you both lose yourselves in the moment.