#bringbackwonho

1.) 𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷

He tiptoes to the door, definitely feeling terrible that he had to cancel the date you’d been planning for weeks- he doesn’t need you getting anymore upset than you probably already are. 

That’s the last thing he wants…right?

But when he opens the door, he’s surprised to find a dim light filling the room, and when he sees you on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest, he instantly smiles.

You’re so lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice he’s standing there until he says,

“Jagiya- you’re awake.”

You look up and smile, “Hyungwon.”

When he walks over and stands next to the bed, you’re expecting for him to acknowledge the obvious; you’ve changed the sheets to black silk, lit candles, and you’re clad in skimpy lingerie, akin to floss.

But he leans over and kisses your forehead, caressing your chin before turning around to take off his jacket. He’s calm. 

You went way too far out of your way putting all of this together for him to be fucking calm.

You play it cool, stretching your legs out in front of you, going as far as pointing your toes to make your already shaven, sun-kissed legs somehow even more appealing.

He doesn’t bite. Not one bit.

After about five minutes of him completely avoiding looking at you, you find yourself huffing and hopping off of the bed, making your way over to him as he stands in front of his dresser, about to change into whatever sleepwear.

“Hyungwon.” Your tone is stern and slightly irritated.

He looks at you snd swallows, careful to keep his eyes on your face, and not at the way your thong sits right at the top of your hips, accentuating your delectable curves.

He clears his throat, “Yeah?”

“What the fuck?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest,  unconsciously causing your breasts to push up.

“What?” He’s not an idiot- he knows exactly why you’re upset,

“What do you mean ‘what’? I’ve been sitting around for like a fucking hour, freezing my ass off, might I add. All so we could make up for the lost reservation, which I made six weeks ago! But you have barely even looked at me since you walked in!” Your chest is heaving slightly, though you’re closer to biting his head off than you are to crying.

Your blood is boiling at this point, and his silence is driving you crazy at this point.

and then-

“Are you done?” A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips, catching you by surprise.

“Am I done?” You feel the anger rising again, but as you open your mouth to cuss him the fuck out, his arm snakes around your waist to yank you against his body,

“I said-” The way he’s looking down at you makes your knees weak, in the most delicious way possible,

“Are. You. Done.”

It’s not a question.

The grip on your waist is relentless, but his free hand is so tender as he bringsit up to your cheek- thumb circling softly on your cheek as he tilts your head up to look at him,

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

2.) 𝓙𝓸𝓸𝓱𝓮𝓸𝓷

This morning, you said you had a surprise waiting for him for when he gets home- he assumed you’d meant some kind of dinner or a date or something, but when dance rehearsal went over, he was sure you’d scratch the plan and save it for another day. When he’d walked into the house, his thoughts seemed confirmed by your absence in any of the common areas of the apartment.

He gently opens the door and steps in, trying to make as little noise as possible.

That’s when he sees you, legs crossed, leaning back so that you’re propped up on your hands behind you. Your smile is unmistakable as you take in the expression on his face- in fact, that expression makes having waited around for an hour, worth it.

“Y/N…” His mouth is still hung open, cherry lips jutting out in delightful shock.

If this were any other moment, you’d have felt insecure with him ogling you as you sit there, practically naked.

But seeing him so dumbfounded makes you feel a sort of…power.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” You ask, a smirk making its way across your face.

He swallows, “Sorry!” He jumps into action and quickly walks over to be with you, though he stops at the end of the bed.

You look up at him, an arch in your brow.

Slowly, he reaches up to undo the buttons on his jersey- each undone button revealing a new sliver of his bare chest. Your mouth waters at the idea of running your tongue across his smooth skin.

He catches you staring, and a smirk of his own flashes on his face. 

“You wanna touch me?” He’s getting smug.

We can’t have that, can we?

He lets the black shirt fall to the ground, and then goes for the button on his jeans, though you quickly stop him, “Leave those on. I’ll do that myself.”

You’re not always one for dominance,

but boy does it feel good.

3.) 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓷

 He and the guys had to stay late to meet with a singer that they’ll be collaborating with, and while they were writing together, they were throwing back a few beers.

Though he usually prides himself in being able to hold his alcohol, admittedly, he’s a *teensy* bit tipsy- definitely not enough to black out, though. He’s just drunk enough to where he has no qualms about stumbling through the bedroom door, completely disregarding the fact that you might just be asleep.

When he opens the door and sees you laying across the bed, flipping through a magazine, he leans back agains the door frame, clutching dramatically at his chest, 

“How did I get so lucky to be able to come home every single day, to a fine ass honey like you?”

You scrunch your nose, repulsed at his use of the word fine, and ass, and honey.

“You’re drunk.”

“Not yet,” He smiles, cutting the goofy act a bit before walking over, crawling onto the bed just enough for his lips to touch the skin of your smooth calf.

He trails kisses up your leg until he reaches your hip, pulling away to admire the roundness of your ass, “Is all this for me?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes, causing him to frown, “Don’t be mad at me…” he pouts.

“Changkyun. How could I not be? I’ve been waiting here for you, and you walk in here like it’s all a joke.”

This time, he stops and sits up, taking your expression to heart, “You’re- you’re right. I’m sorry. I can see that you were counting on me being home and being attentive to you, and I see how I fucked up…” He says, biting his lip. 

You stare up at him, slightly caught off guard by how easily he acknowledges his mistake. Usually, it takes him like, at least an hour before he fesses up.

“Yeah, you did fuck it up…” You decide to drag it out anyway- if only because you were initially planning on torturing him with your silence and he’d bypassed an entire twenty minutes.

He reaches over take your hand in his, and you stare at him as he brings your fingers to his lips, kissing each individual one, 

“Forgive me, beautiful… I can’t stand when you’re angry with me.” 

You smirk at how soft he’s being- a behavior he doesn’t exhibit often, and you decide you’ll use it to you advantage a bit.

“Lay down.”

You’re forceful in your tone, and he doesn’t hesitate to do as you ask. He crawls up higher onto the bed and lays on his back, waiting for your next move. In one swift motion, you’re positioned on top of him, bringing your lips to his ear, 

“You don’t get to touch me tonight…” You growl.

He furrows his brows, just about ready to throw a tantrum, but as he’s about to open his mouth in protest, your lips travel to his neck, and instinctively, he throws his head back against the pillows, the simple sensation already driving him crazy.

You come back up to look at him, but his eyes remain closed.

Slowly, you let your hand travel down to the button his jeans, 

“Will you be my Valentine?” He asks, voice slightly strained as you finally get the button undone,

“I don’t know…I’m still mad,” You say, acting coy,

“but by the end of the night, you’ll definitely be mine.”