#wonwoo timestamp

the first thing wonwoo hears as soon as he enters the house is a comically offended 'ow!'

naturally, he follows the origin of the exclamation and finds himself in the kitchen, watching you as you pout at your finger and glare at it like it killed the entirety of your lineage. to him though, you just looked adorable with your puffed cheeks and soft lips.

he notices a pot of water on the stove, now boiling, and the empty hot water bottle next to it. suddenly, it all makes sense.

diverting his eyes back to you, he speaks softly, "want me to do that for you instead?" his eyes twinkle as your expression morphs into one of happy surprise in a split second, the offending finger all but forgotten.

you bound towards him like an excited puppy, and looking like one too, drowning in your (his) oversized hoodie, thick sweatpants and fuzzy socks. he opens his arms when you get near, and lets out a loud oomf as you collide against his chest and squeeze him tightly.

barely a second passes before you're running to the stove and expertly transferring the boiling water into the hot water bottle. you close the cap and smile your adorable smile at him, while his tired brain is still catching up with having you in his arms one moment and then you disappearing the next.

you seem to be zooming around a lot today, because the next thing he knows, you've draped his arm over your shoulder and you're already walking towards your bedroom.

"i cried today because i missed you, and then you messaged me so i've been in a good mood, but then i started getting cramps so i boiled some water and then almost burned my finger," you grin up him sheepishly. he doesn't know whether to comfort you for crying earlier or ruffle your hair for being so adorable.

"well then, good for you i'm here now," he lets go of you to take out some fresh clothes but gives you a cute smile while you make yourself comfy on the bed.

the day ends with him cuddling you the entire night as you snore away into the dreamland, content with being in the arms of the person you love.

wonwoo x reader, 0.360k.

it was a dumb idea. to hide inside your boyfriend’s closet just to get a reaction out of him. you always wondered what it would be like to surprise wonwoo and what his face would be and what it would feel like to boast how you scared the jeon wonwoo. so here you are, hiding inside his closet as you stay alert for any footsteps that you hear.

5 minutes has passed and yet no sign of wonwoo walking near you. he’s inside the room, walking around and doing stuff. why is it so hard for him to stand infront of the closet. another 5 minutes and the nearest he was was when he grabbed the book that was on the table a few feet away from where you were hiding. you were hellbent on scaring him but it seems like the universe wasn’t on your side.

you decided to make a small noise. a quiet noise to raise suspicion and loud enough to get his attention. his head perked up and he looked directly at your hiding place. cautiously walking towards you, you laughed internally at what you’re about to do but his attention was quickly diverted to the owner of the voice that called him outside.

you whined loudly and opened the door in defeat. if you spent another minute inside the closet you’re pretty sure you’ll pass out because of suffocation.

“how long have you been in there?”

“long enough.” you grumble as you walk towards his bed and land face first, annoyed that you weren’t able to scare him.

your head quickly snapped up as you heard his quiet laugh, glaring up at him. “stop laughing, i almost died because of you.”

“it was your idea to hide in the closet.”

“i thought i was capable of scaring you but you kept moving around everywhere.” you felt the bed dipped but made no movement to make space for him on his bed. you later regretted it because you were easily manhandled by wonwoo, making your vision spin.

“maybe next time.” he says before kissing the crown of your head.

notes. written in 5 minutes. FSJDKSNK if i think too much i’ll hate it so i’m gonna start posting sloppy timestamps.

[ 21:09 ]

"why am I grieving for someone who isn't even dead?" you sobbed into wonwoo's chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. the warmth radiating from him warmed your cold skin.

"shh, it's okay sweetheart, let it out."

wonwoo was your childhood best friend. he's always been there for you since the beginning. when you spoke your first word, he smiled fondly at you when he heard his name come from your small lips.

"won...u?"

when you won first place in the one mile event at your school track meet, he picked you from the ground and spun you around, his fresh mint breath fanning your face as he cheered with you.

and even now, when seokmin broke up with an hour ago at your favorite coffee shop, wonwoo answered your phone call and brought with him your favorite chocolate bar and his hoodies to comfort you.

why couldn't you have fallen in love with him?

this thought plagued your mind constantly. you knew wonwoo had fallen in love with you. he confessed to you during your last year of high school when you told him about your plans of studying abroad for your undergraduate degree.

but despite him being patient with you, it seemed as if your stubborn heart will never accept his love.

"wonwoo, why must i fall in love with the wrong people over and over again?" you lift your eyes and look at wonwoo through your tear-filled eyes.

his sad smile broke you and when he spoke, "because you can't control what your heart wants," a new wave of fresh tears fell from your eyes and you leaned forward.

wonwoo, 310 words, suggestive, sfw.

a/n: tried a new style here... pretty proud of it!! recently i’ve been so exhausted and it reminds me of trying to do anything in the summer and getting so tired because of the heat so i wrote this, song inspo from july by hunny

It’s terribly hot outside.

Hot enough that your energy is sapped straight from your skin, leaving you boneless and heavy-lidded. The middle of summer is never kind, never has been. The sun is inescapable and you soak in it, let it dry up your mind and cover you in something red hot.

Wonwoo’s hand trails up your leg, resting on your bare thigh. He squeezes, gentle, and behind your eyelids you see strokes of red and orange, all so hot, overwhelming in the best way. His nose presses itself into the crook of your neck and you think you’ll get heat stroke. You want him closer and you want him farther.

He cut his hair recently. You hate it. You can’t stop running your fingers through it.

Will you paint for me? He asks, wordless, hand moving higher. The sun is blistering and you wonder how long you’ve been outside, resting on his balcony. 

You don’t know what you’ll paint. Yes, you answer anyways, yes, yes. It’ll be red and honest, gold and orange and heat. You’ll use your fingers, smear the colors together with gentle presses. It’ll be slow. You will paint and paint and paint, for Wonwoo.

You press your lips together, tight, and feel nothing. Your skin is hot and Wonwoo’s hand is hotter, you feel the result of his touch years before he even gets there. It’s sweet and unfamiliar, still so new, and you melt. The breath he lets out against your skin makes you gasp.

You wish he was honest with you. He’s so good with his hands, you think he should be the one painting. You kiss him and regret it, feel the way he burns as he coaxes waves of pleasure out of you.

based on wonwoo's part in fronting

[9.06 pm] under the red lights, wonwoo and you stopped by while waiting for it to turn green and continue your way home. the road is slightly wet from the quick downpour and it makes your side profile being captivated in such a dramatic and harsh lighting—in which according to wonwoo, just made your entire existence more beautiful in his eyes.

wonwoo isn't sure where does he get all the sudden boldness but he scored a rather risky question, "what do you think about kissing?"

you whipped your head to face wonwoo's side after hearing his rather risky question. you both kinda know that you have romantic attraction toward each other but too reluctant to confront it, guess it's the time to do something about it.

so you moved one step closer, grabbed wonwoo by his collar, and simply closed your eyes.

it was short but a sweet kiss for sure.

"i was only asking about your opinion in kissing but instead i get to know you're the type to grab someone by the collar and okay with pda," wonwoo chuckled right after the kiss, his nose scrunched cutely in happiness (a bit of tmi but you always find them endearing).

Rain splattered against the roof and windows with the force of a scorned woman, as if turning the turmoil of emotions inside you into reality. Fisted hands turned into shaking limbs, anger turning into a silent pain that leaked through your eyes as you refused to look into the eyes of your partner. The room was filled with the sound of the furious rain, any other sound blocked out.

Wonwoo wondered how it came to this, how it came to the point where he broke the heart of the one person he'd always vowed to never hurt. He wondered what went wrong that caused him to mess up so bad that he had to sit in front of you and watch you cry without even having the strength to wipe your tears, without even having the right to touch your face or comfort you. And as he thought back to the day you first met, he knew. He knew that he couldn't let you go today or he'd lose it all.

It was a snowy day, a thin sheet of white on every surface outside. You hated snow but you couldn't deny that it was indeed beautiful when it covered everything around you. Your hands clutched a warm cup of coffee, breath coming out in a puff as you blew on the surface, hoping to cool it down so it wouldn't burn your tongue. Wonwoo smiled at your figure, bundled up in a big coat and two scarfs, your gloved hands blowing on the coffee like your life depended on it. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, little dimples peeking at him as you licked your lips before taking a sip, and then again when you smiled in content, looking at him over the edge of your cup.

Your hand creeped forward, tugging on Wonwoo's sleeve with a silly little smile, happiness coursing through your veins and reflecting in your eyes, eyes turning into crescents with deeper craters in your cheeks as you gave him a sweet smile. Wonwoo's heart felt like it had just bloomed into the most beautiful flower, his stomach flipping and turning as he put down his empty cup, gripping your hand completely, skin seperated by two layers but the warmth was still shared.

Wonwoo returned to reality as he saw you stand up, your hair falling over your eyes and hiding the overflow of tears from your eyes. Wonwoo could tell though, you were in more pain than he was in. He stood up, one step forward causing you to stumble backwards, your hands clutching your loose tee that slipped down your shoulder, his feet bolting him in his position in shock. He stared as you finally looked up.