Hello, I'm Z!

You turn the tables on Mingyu and come out of what was supposed to be a ploy to get you into his bed as a winner, leaving him flustered, surprised, and, most importantly, craving more of you.

pairing: college!au – Mingyu x Reader

warnings: this is just 5k words worth of flirting, teasing + sexual themes

words: 5.1k

ANON REQUEST: Can I request a college fuckboy Mingyu scenario? Whatever happens is fine ☺️

You weren’t a new face at college parties. You’ve been to a handful of them since you started school here but you couldn’t say you ever created any long-lasting memories there. Getting drunk and spending the entire night slurring your words and befriending random strangers wasn’t your ideal past-time activity and neither was watching other people do that.

And yet, even though you didn’t really enjoy the crowds that you’ve seen at parties like this, you still couldn’t help but show up at some of the usual end-of-the-week ragers that a group of students from your year was hosting simply because your roommate refused to participate in anything that involved any kind of alcohol and you were craving a way to relax after mid-terms. Lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling the entire weekend didn’t seem quite as fun as getting so drunk, you finally numbed some of the anxiety you’d been feeling for two weeks now.

You were only on your second drink when–while trying to avoid a group of three girls who kept laughing in a very loud and intimidating way–you stumbled into the living room, excited to find some peace on one of the white – bad choice – couches by the furthest wall of the room, and then ended up becoming the very center of attention when a tall, half-drunk guy plopped himself on the couch next to you, all while yelling something at his friends across the room.

|| MASTERLIST || 

Series: [IF] The Series

Sub: Long-time friend

Member: Jeon Wonwoo (Seventeen)

Rating: G

Theme: Long-time friends, or so you thought. You decided to not tell him you’ve begin bartending. What happens when he found out?

Ola oh my god it’s been quite a while >.< Things have been completely hectic for me. I just finished my exams but then I had to pack things cuz we’re moving!! Yeah so I barely had time to write. Probs gonna properly start writing once we’re settled in our new house. Anyway, I feel guilty for not updating in so long so here’s a Wonwoo scenario in the meantime, hehe cuz I just can’t resist the guy >.< (BTW Gif’s not mine!)

You didn’t know how exactly the two of you got to this. You, who was always the rational one, someone who rarely lost her cool. You just thought that there was no better way than this to shut him up from his useless babbles, because it was really going nowhere. And you knew better that he was just jealous, although he would never admit it.

It all started when he found out you’ve been working at a bar.

You were not someone who enjoy drinking, but you do find joy in making them. And you, blessed with light hands, had unintentionally master the art of liquor making. So when you decided to enter the competition hoping to win some cash, you ended up being scouted to that bar.

At first you were a bit reluctant because it was still a job affiliated to the night life and you were far from comfortable with that. But then you thought so what? The pay was good, the manager was super understanding, and it matched your schedule. So you didn’t really have anything big against working there.

That one particular night a group of friends came over to the bar. You had been doing your usual, bartending, occasionally lolling your head to the gentle notes of the saxophone. That is until you heard Wonwoo’s voice from across the bar, and when you looked over, he was within that group of friends. Before you realise it, he’s been staring at you more intense than ever, quietly sipping his drink as he watched several of his friends hitting on you.

You knew that look he gave you; a look of wanting an explanation. But you simply shrugged it off. After all, the two of you were not in a relationship where you had to tell him everything.  

hi friends, so i just got the official word back from tumblr that they’ll be unable to revive my accounts bc i’m an idiot

hi i’m mare, i’m 21, i’m incredibly multi and i just lost a year of being on tumblr bc i can’t read and deleted my blog ongwu, along with dailybinu, hqrocky, fyrainz and ongnielnet (tinkerbellsnet still exists bc there was another admin) i don’t know when the data blogs will be back up, but hopefully before the new year

Guanlin + wanna one members: his smiley, Daniel hyung

Okay so bare with me on this! I know some of you are probably thinking but studyblrs are amazing and great and just all round so helpful, which they are! The studyblr community on tumblr is amazing and I get so much out of it but there are a lot of sides to it that are unrealistic.

When I had my first studyblr account over a year ago I was focusing on the aesthetics of notes and pictures rather than being helpful and talking to people. This quickly became too hard to keep up and I deleted the account. I did this because I had seen so many studyblrs doing it and I thought if they can do it so can I but obviously I was wrong. I am not being hateful towards any studyblr because I know some people find having pretty notes helpful but I don’t have the time or find it helpful.

Fast forward to now. I have taken a complete different route. I make somewhat helpful posts(are they?) and I stick to what works best for me. I don’t use fancy expensive stationery and I post when I can and so far it has been working for me.

I find many studyblrs brush over the fact that some people can’t afford expensive stationery, don’t have the time to do pretty notes, don’t all have iphones and that some of us just wing it rather than spending all night doing a subject. I think there are many expectations in the studyblr community that need to be left in 2017. I think we need to speak out about our mental health, stop doing all nighters and break the stigma behind the aesthetics of the studyblr community. I’m all for messy desks, crappy photos and messy writing.

I want baby studyblrs to feel less pressure than I did when I first started because you don’t need pretty or expensive stuff to do well in the studyblr community. None of this is important what is important is the help you give others, the advice you get, making friends and learning things.

Basically all you need to do to be a studyblr is to study and do your best because that is all anyone can ever ask of you no matter what!

Find what works for you and go with that don’t go with the flow that never gets you anywhere! If that’s pretty notes go for it! If that’s a messy desk who cares!

|| PROMPT LIST || MASTERLIST || PT.1 ||

Title: Misunderstanding, Again.

Member: Park Woojin (Wanna One)

Rating: G

Prompt: #2 Will it stop? These raindrops, these tears? [Downpour], #17 Even if I say it a thousand times, you won’t know how I feel [Open Up]

HI! To the Anon-nim who requested for a Park Woojin angst with prompts #2 and 17, I hope you don’t mind that I connect the two stories together, because there has been a ton of requests for Misunderstanding (pt.2), and seeing the two prompts together I became triggered to write it tehee.

So here we go, as promised! I hope you guys like it!!! Sorry for not updating quite a while, I’ve been busy with exams huhu ㅠ.ㅠ (btw GIF’s not mine!)

Woojin gulped down his pills along with a glass of Vodka. His eyes, red, were busy scanning the mountain of paperworks he had to sign. But as he’s had enough, he returned his attention to the piece of photograph that had solely sustained his life for the past 3 years; you, smiling, with your engagement ring tucked in your finger.

Yes. 3 years had passed since you left him senseless. He’s gone mad searching for you all over the globe, and yet again, it was all for naught. It was as if you were swallowed by the very earth itself.

He looked away as he felt his eyes burning. It was his fault. He knew. He always knew. He knew very well that time wasn’t something that could be turned back, and the pain he’s given you can never be undone. 

But was it so wrong if he asked for a chance to explain himself? 

He could no longer shed tears, they were long gone, only the sobs remain. They were stifled as he attempted to hide his grief, but then they broke, unrefined, like the pain was still an open wound. Every time he thought he’s moved on, the little things would remind him of you.

At first it was hazy. Just you moving around in his head. Then it got more vivid. He’d hear you calling his name, your hand running through his hair, then as he was about to lean in for a kiss, you disappeared.

He’s gone mental from yearning too long. He craved the warmth of your body as you tucked him to bed. The scent of you that once filled the bedroom has faded into thin air, like it was never there in the first place.

“… jin? Woojin…?” 

Jihoon knocked his door softly, leaning against it. The colour on Woojin’s face was pale, and the strong smell of alcohol surged out of his room. He swirled his pen in his finger, greeting the older with a sheepish smile.

“Woojin, you could really use some sleep,” Jihoon trudged along the scattered papers on the floor. Woojin must’ve pulled an all-nighter. Again.

He was about to reach for more pills and vodka before Jihoon snatched the alcohol away. “At least take it with water. Please.”

And he obliged, gulping his only diet, packs of supplementary pills, in one go. He forced another smile on, which Jihoon knew just one of his tricks to hide his sorrow. “How did it go? Did you find her this time?” He asked dejectedly.

Jihoon wished he could nod, saying yes, so his friend would feel better. But what else could he possibly do? When hundreds of his men, searching for you through every nook and cranny, all came back with nothing but empty hands. He’s asked your parents, but their lips were shut tight. And he didn’t have the heart to keep on pestering them.

“Have you not found her yet?” Woojin asked again.

Jihoon ruffled the younger’s hair gently. “I’m sorry…” he mumbled, to which the latter sighed.

His hand trembled as he put down the pen on the table, bringing his finger to knead the empty space between his brows. Then with a wistful gaze, he looked over to Jihoon. “I skipped my meals so she’d come nagging at me. I drink alcohol ‘cause I can’t bear seeing her silhouette smiling at me when I’m sober. And I came to fear bed time, ‘cause every dream was so sweet it was poisonous…”

“Hyung… I miss her…”

“Will she ever come home…?”

Jihoon could only pat his back lightly as his sobs were getting heavier, wishing it could wear some of his burden off, although he knew well it wouldn’t.

Woojin stared at Jihoon, then back to the photograph in front of him. Your hair was longer, bunned up into a messy ponytail, round glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, and a doctor’s robe dangling freely over your shoulders.

You looked as beautiful as he could remember. More even, if that was possible.

“I can’t believe this coincidence!” Jihoon bawled. “Of course! The hospital. How could we have missed that…” 

“Fate has always been cruel, hyung.” Woojin stared keenly. He couldn’t deny his lips stretching wider into gaping grin and his eyebrows arching for the sky. 

Just as he’s decided it was time to move on and accept the fact that you will never come back to him, here you were after 2 more years had passed, caught in a photograph, captivating him once again into your charm.

“So you’re telling me she’s part of the hospital board, that we’ll be meeting tomorrow?”

Jihoon nodded discreetly.

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“You’re not,” Jihoon walked over his table, smiling at the sight of the younger grinning from ear to ear. “I’m happy for you.”

Now if Woojin were to be honest, none of what the hospital’s chair said had remained in his head. He couldn’t count how many times he’s pinched his hand, trying to snap himself out of it. But no. This was not a dream. You were really there in front of him. No longer were you pixelated and two-dimensional; you were warm, fragranced, and soft.

The whole time his gaze has lingered upon your figure. The little laugh you’d throw every so often, and your smile that seemed to swallow your eyes whole, were less merciful to his heart, making it throb abruptly. He couldn’t deny how much he’s missed you, how much he’s craved for you.

And as soon as the meeting ended, he made it his foremost priority to have a talk with you.

But his gaze turned sour as he saw you giggling around someone who he assumed to be a male colleague of yours. He could’ve sworn he felt his heart about to jump out as that man casually caressed your cheek and interlocked his hand with yours, before breaking apart.

Just as you were about to go back to your office ward, he yanked your wrist, bringing you closer to him.

“Where have you been?” his voice quivered softly.

For a moment you didn’t move. Woojin could feel your muscles stiffened at his touch. His grip tightened.

“Move.”

“Why did you leave me without saying anything?”

To hell with this being a hospital. Let people stare as they please. Let them witness Woojin’s desperate plea to the woman who had successfully turned his whole life upside down. 

“Woojin, just, please! Move…”

He didn’t budge. He knew he shouldn’t fight his common sense, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, he couldn’t fight the thoughts that were going through him. Your very smell was flooding his senses now. 

“Follow me,” he uttered desperately.

He dragged you into your office ward by the corner of the hallway. 

“Woojin! Please, it hurts!”

His gaze was pained and disoriented. He brought his hand to cup your cheeks, erasing any trail that man must’ve left on his woman. How dare he.

“Woojin! Stop!”

His hand slid smoothly onto your waist, pinning you against the wall. And you hissed at the impact.

The next second he’s slammed his lips to yours. Not innocently, but hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding. More than any words could ever do, his kiss was enough to whisper the yearning that he’s endured for as long as he could remember.

“… I miss you…” his voice barely more than a whisper. He led his finger to wipe away your tears, and pulled you into a hug, letting his chin rest on your head. For a second his world felt complete.

“I’m sorry,” you pushed him away. “I-I can’t.”

Woojin held your hand as you tried pushing him away further. “Please, I need to explain everything to you.”

“No— It-it doesn’t matter anymore. I was hurt, of course. I lost my baby—“

“ —our baby.”

“Whatever.” You cleared your throat. “The point is, I have to move on, Woojin…”

“You don’t have to move on! Please, you have to listen to me!” 

“I can’t!” You ward him off roughly.

He sighed, wiping his face with his hand. “Why? Why are you running away from me? Why won’t you let me explain anything?”

“Because, Park Woojin, it doesn’t matter anymore!” You roared, snapping his hand away.

“Wh-what do you mean? How could it not mat –“

“Mom?”

Woojin frozed instantly. He took a glance at the door which was slightly open. The little girl poked her head from behind the door. She was dolled up in a pretty red dress and a matching pair of shoe. 

“Daddy is waiting in the lobby, are you coming?”

You glanced at Woojin who was still petrified, stunned at the sight before his very eyes. “Yes honey, Mommy is coming,” you quickly grabbed your bag, looking at Woojin for the last time. “I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he could feel his legs collapsed on him. Then with one step backwards, he crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings. 

Woojin was watching from afar. His gaze wavered and abashed, following you as you giggled with your little family.

It was as if his heart was filled with a sudden rain. Drop after drop, drizzling over him, flooding his chest inevitably. Those five years he spent eagerly searching and waiting for your comeback, was all for naught. Whatever was he supposed to do with this downpour in his heart? When will it stop? These raindrops, these tears?

No. Would it ever stop?

How could fate be so cruel to him?

How could he not given even the chance to tell you how much he loved you? He hasn’t even told you how much joy he’s gained from being together with you, from getting to embrace you within his arms as you snuggled into his chest. And more than anything, from letting him taste the sweet moment of anticipating the day when your little angel would be born.

And how much he’s never regretted that ‘mistake’. It was never a mistake, even.

But more so than wanting to tell you ‘I love you’, his heart was heavy at the fact that he didn’t get the chance to thank you. To thank you for embracing him when everyone else pushed him away, to thank you for allowing him to depend on you, to thank you for all the warmth you’ve given him.

And to thank you for being his, even if it was just for a brief moment.

All he’s ever asked for was a chance to talk. To explain himself from being trapped in this prolonged misunderstanding.

He chuckled bitterly at the sight of you, whimpering at what fate has once again thrown at him. “I love you, I really do. If only we had the time to sit down and talk about everything… but now, even if I tell you a thousand times you will never know how I feel…”

Just as his whole world once again crumbled apart, his tears fell.

-END-

GAHHH sorry for the long waittt and thank you to everyone who has been requesting for this!! I hope you like it!!