#jungwoonct

The first time I saw you, my heart whispered: ''That's the one.''

series: shine ♡ (kim jungwoo x reader) 

pairings: kim jungwoo x reader  ♡

genre: fluff  ☼

rating: g for great 

an: while you read, you should listen to shine(빛나리) by pentagon ! , 

(I listened non stop while writing this, also where I got my idea ♡)

desc: you loved him for years, known him for even longer, but you just start to realize your actual feelings for him?

You were wrapped in Jungwoo’s strong arms,the same arms that comforted you that time Goldie, your pet goldfish died. And the same arms that still held you at night when you guys argued. 

But tonight you guys weren’t arguing, but rather relishing in each other’s company. 

It was rare that you guys got to spend time like this, specially with your hectic college schedules. 

But it was Spring Break and you both cleared up your schedules for each other. Celebrating your third anniversary together. Thinking on it now, you could remember Jungwoo declaring to you, clear as day. Heart open and wallet empty. 

You didn’t care though, love doesn’t cost a dime. 

You also remember that day, when he gave you his heart. All of it, the entirety of his love, to cherish or to trash. 

Everything was in your hands now. Everything up to you. The rest of his life and the rest of us.

And that day, that smile, was the start of forever. 

And the start of forever was actually the start of you waking up...

Your eyes open slowly, almost too slowly, as if you were scared to let go. As your vision starts to clear you realize you’re staring at a ceiling. Jungwoo’s living room cieling, one you would often times stare at when sleeping over. 

Then it all starts coming back, in beautiful broken fragments. 

The dream. 

Where you were his and he was all yours. 

Why were you here anyways? You look around to find that it is 3:20am, and you had stayed over to study  

You looked to your right, there he was. On the loveseat, sprawled like the math notes on the floor. 

So, it was all a dream? 

That’s when you realized, you had never thought of Jungwoo like that.

Jungwoo was Jungwoo, your best friend. 

You’re partner in crime, not your lover. 

You didn’t think of him like that, well at least you didn’t think so?

And even if you did, you wouldn’t blame yourself. He was a beautiful person, inside and out. 

The way he would always care for you when you were sick. And every morning you would wake to a bright message from him. 

Then you looked over at his sleeping figure, thinking more on physical things.

Your eyes landed on his hair first. It was fluffy and vibrant shade of hazelnut. 

Then his closed, slightly puffy eyes. Gorgeous eyes that often times showed you the universe, you just rather remain oblivious.

Then there was his nose, many said it was perfect, and you had to agree with many.

Lastly, your eyes landed on his lips. Those damn lips. You always wondered what they felt like. They already did wonders on you, those smiles could cure cancer.

You stepped closer, right in front of the loveseat.

You could hear his little breaths, quiet and shallow.It alarmed you slightly but you decided to just brush it off.

You inched closer, inches away from his face. Those lips looking ever so inviting. 

You could feel his warm breath on your lips, shallow as ever. You tilted your head ever so slightly, lips a hairs width from touching. You could practically feel them on yours.

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Pairing: nonidol!Jungwoo x fem!Reader

Type: one-shot

Genre: strangers to roommates, roommates to lovers

Summary: Imagine moving into a new apartment, only to discover that your assigned roommate, Jungwoo, is the complete opposite of you.

Featuring: TY-TRACK

W.C: 1.9k Warnings: Jungwoo being a raccoon, mentions of a spider (let me know if you find any)

Y/n stood in front of the apartment door, her hand gripping the handle of her overstuffed suitcase.

The sun had long since set, and her arms ached from hauling her belongings up three flights of stairs. This was supposed to be the start of something new—a new apartment, a fresh chapter. But right now, it felt more like a logistical nightmare.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a pause, followed by shuffling sounds and a loud thud, as if something heavy had hit the floor. After a few seconds, the door creaked open.

The guy standing on the other side looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. His brown hair stuck out in every direction, his oversized sweatshirt was wrinkled, and he held a half-empty bag of chips in one hand. He blinked at her, clearly confused.

“Uh… hi?” he said in a slow, groggy voice.

“Hi,” Y/n replied, forcing a polite smile even as irritation bubbled under the surface. “I’m Y/n, your new roommate.”

The guy—who she assumed was Jungwoo—froze mid-chew, a chip halfway to his mouth.

“Wait, what?” he said, his confusion deepening.

“I’m your new roommate” she repeated, gesturing toward her suitcase for emphasis.

“No, no, no,” Jungwoo said quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t have a roommate. I never agreed to having a roommate.”

Y/n’s patience, already thin from an exhausting week, snapped.

“My friend Taeyong told me you had a room available and needed help with rent. I paid a deposit. I’m here now, so either you give me all my money back right this second, or we sort this out.”

Jungwoo blinked a few times, then let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Taeyong…” he muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed. Finally, he stepped aside. “Fine. Come in. But just so you know, I’m not responsible for what happens to your sanity.”

Y/n dragged her suitcase into the apartment, and the moment she stepped inside, she understood exactly what Jungwoo meant.

The place was a disaster. Socks were scattered across the floor, dirty dishes were piled in the sink, and an unidentifiable smell seemed to be wafting from the direction of the fridge. On the coffee table sat a towering stack of empty ramen cups next to a laptop with a paused Minecraft gameplay video on the screen.

“Charming,” Y/n muttered through clenched teeth, struggling to keep her frustration in check.

“I call it… ‘living casually,’” Jungwoo said with a grin, clearly trying to be endearing but falling short.

Y/n forced a smile, but internally, she was screaming. This was far from the peaceful haven she had envisioned.

“Where’s my room?” she asked, trying to stay calm as her eyes scanned the chaos.

Jungwoo popped another chip into his mouth and pointed down the hallway. “At the end, on the right. Oh, but watch out for the door next to it. That’s where the spider lives.”

“What spider?” Y/n asked, turning her head sharply.

“Oh, don’t worry—it’s a metaphor,” he said with a vague laugh. Then he added under his breath, “I think.”

Deciding it was best not to ask further, Y/n rolled her suitcase down the narrow hallway, careful not to trip over a half-open cardboard box lying in the way. When she finally reached her room, she let out a sigh of relief. At least the space was clean and empty. With a little effort, she could turn it into something that felt like hers.

Jungwoo appeared behind her, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Not so bad, right?” he asked, as if seeking her approval.

“No,” Y/n admitted reluctantly. “But everything else…”

“Hey, aren’t new beginnings supposed to be exciting?” he cut in, raising his eyebrows. “This is what makes life interesting.”

She stared at him, wondering if he genuinely believed that or if it was just his excuse for living in such a mess.

“Let’s just say I have a different definition of ‘exciting,’” she finally replied.

Jungwoo chuckled before turning back toward the living room.

“Welcome home, roommate,” he said over his shoulder as he flopped onto the couch and turned on the laptop.

Y/n closed the door to her room and leaned against it, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. This was going to be much more challenging than she’d anticipated, but she was here now, and there was no turning back.

For now, she’d focus on making her little corner of the apartment feel like home. As for Jungwoo and the disaster that was the rest of the place… that was a problem for tomorrow.

Week One: Chaos

The first week of living together felt like an accidental social experiment, testing whether two completely opposite personalities could (almost) coexist.

Y/n, a self-proclaimed neat freak, spent the first few days trying to bring order to the apartment. She scrubbed the kitchen, organized the fridge, and even tackled a mysterious stain on the bathroom mirror that looked like it had been there since the dawn of time. Meanwhile, Jungwoo observed her cleaning frenzy with a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance.

“Why do you care so much about where the milk goes?” he asked one morning, watching her rearrange the fridge for what had to be the third time that week.

“Because it doesn’t belong next to the ketchup!” she replied without even looking up, her tone equal parts logic and exasperation.

“It’s not like they’re gonna fight or anything,” Jungwoo said with a shrug, casually popping a chip into his mouth.

Y/n shot him a glare so sharp it could’ve made anyone else think twice. But Jungwoo, being Jungwoo, simply shrugged again and kept eating, unfazed.

His carefree attitude wasn’t limited to cleaning. Jungwoo had a knack for singing loudly while cooking (and rarely on key), leaving his socks in the most random places—once, inside the microwave—and playing YouTube videos at full volume in the middle of the night, as if the walls magically absorbed all the noise.

By the end of the week, Y/n was convinced she was living with chaos in human form.

“How do you even survive like this?” she blurted out one day after finding an empty ramen packet wedged into the couch cushions.

“It’s not that hard. Just… relax,” he said with a grin so carefree it almost seemed sincere.

Week Two: The Towel Incident

Things got out of hand one Saturday night when Y/n walked into the bathroom and, yet again, found Jungwoo’s soaking wet towel crumpled on the floor.

“JUNGWOO!” she yelled, storming into the living room like a hurricane. There he was, sprawled out on the couch, watching yet another Minecraft gameplay video as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“What?” he asked, sitting up with a guilty look on his face, like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

“Your towel is on the floor! Again!”

“Oh…” He scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “I was gonna pick it up later.”

“Later? You said that yesterday.”

Jungwoo groaned in frustration as he pushed himself off the couch.

“Okay, okay, I’ll get it. You don’t have to yell.”

“I wouldn’t yell if you didn’t act like a raccoon living in a dumpster,” Y/n shot back, crossing her arms, her irritation written all over her face.

Jungwoo stared at her for a moment before letting out a long sigh.

“Wow, all the compliments tonight, huh?” he muttered, shuffling toward the bathroom, visibly annoyed.

Despite the tension and their obvious personality clash, Y/n couldn’t help but notice a tiny glimmer of effort in Jungwoo. Small, chaotic effort—but effort nonetheless. There was something almost endearing about the way he tried, in his own messy way, to adapt.

Month One: Breaking the Ice

After weeks of awkward tension, something started to shift. The initial discomfort of being forced roommates began to give way to small moments of mutual understanding.

One night, Y/n came home after an especially rough day. Her shoulders slumped, and her face was pale with exhaustion. Jungwoo, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal in hand, glanced at her and frowned.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, setting his bowl on the coffee table.

“I’m just tired,” she muttered, collapsing onto the couch beside him.

Without another word, Jungwoo grabbed the remote and handed it to her.

“Here. Pick whatever you want. I won’t even complain if it’s boring.”

Y/n looked up, surprised by the unexpected gesture. Touched by his simple kindness, she chose a romantic comedy.

To her surprise, Jungwoo not only didn’t complain but laughed at the jokes and even teared up during an emotional scene.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said as the credits rolled. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Y/n replied, a tired but genuine smile spreading across her face—the first one of the day.

Month Two: A Fresh Start

As they spent more time together, Y/n started noticing small changes in Jungwoo. He’d begun picking up his socks without being told. He even started washing the dishes after dinner—though his method was a bit chaotic, and sometimes she had to rewash them. But one day, he truly surprised her: he cleaned the bathroom.

“I tried,” he said with a shrug as she walked in and noticed a faint soap streak on the mirror.

“It’s perfect,” Y/n replied, a warm feeling spreading through her chest at his genuine effort.

Month Three: Falling

By the third month, their dynamic had completely changed. Jungwoo still had his chaotic, playful energy, but now he was making a genuine effort to not stress Y/n out. And as for Y/n, she was starting to relax and let go a bit more.

One afternoon, while they were sitting on the couch eating pizza, Jungwoo turned to her with a mischievous smile.

“You know, you’re not as scary as I thought you’d be.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“Scary? I’m not the one blasting ABBA at two in the morning.”

“Hey, ‘Dancing Queen’ is a classic,” Jungwoo shot back, grinning shamelessly.

They both laughed, the sound filling the apartment with a warmth they hadn’t felt before.

It was in moments like—laughing at bad jokes or sharing midnight snacks—that Y/n started to realize she felt something more for Jungwoo. And maybe, just maybe, he felt the same. She could see it in the way he looked at her, in how his smile softened whenever she walked into the room.

Month Four: The Confession

One rainy evening, Y/n came home to find Jungwoo cooking dinner. The apartment smelled like herbs and garlic, and there, on the counter, was a towel neatly folded.

“Wow,” she said, dropping her bag on the table. “Who are you and what have you done with Jungwoo?”

He laughed, turning to face her.

“I realized I owed you this. You’ve had to put up with me for months.”

“You’re not that bad,” Y/n replied softly.

They fell into a quiet moment, the sound of the rain tapping against the windows.

“Y/n,” Jungwoo said, his voice unusually serious.

“Yeah?”

“I… you know, I really like having you here. A lot,” he confessed, hesitating for a second as he ran a hand through his hair. “More than just as a roommate.”

Y/n felt her heart race.

“I like having you here, too,” she admitted, offering a shy smile. “Even if you sing ABBA at 2 AM.”

Jungwoo grinned, his confidence returning.

“Hey, you love it.”

“Maybe I do,” Y/n said, smiling again.

As they stood there, surrounded by the warmth of their small apartment, Y/n realized she didn’t want anything more than this.

angie's note: omg my first one-shot (let me know if i did it right haha) sorry if there's grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

[Professor Profiles]

Chemistry Professor - John Suh

John Suh, 33 years old.

Highly professional in his field, he is dedicated to guiding university students in his subject. Some of his students find him serious and somewhat monotone (he believes this is for the best, as he attends to teach, not to befriend his students). Rumors on campus suggest that he became a widower a few years ago or that he simply got divorced and does not have children.

Sound and Audio Engineer Professor - Mark Lee

Mark Lee, 29 years old.

A recent addition to the university, he is still adjusting to his teaching role. You can often find him wandering the halls, listening to the quirky mixtapes of some of his younger students had made. He’s a bit clumsy and quite chatty—qualities that are rare in the university environment.

Medicine and Health Care Professor - Kim Jungwoo

Kim Jungwoo, 31 years old.

Always smiling and exceptionally patient with every student who crosses his path, he is reserved when teaching but never fails to inject humor into his lessons to make them more engaging. You can often find him chatting with people in the cafeteria or the nursing room.

Forensics Professor - Nakamoto Yuta

Nakamoto Yuta, 33 years old.

He came to the university as an exchange professor from Japan several years ago. With an intimidating gaze and an air of mystery that keeps others from delving into his psyche, he is cold and quite concise with his words and instructions during lectures. Rumors circulate on campus that he has never smiled since childhood.