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peachywritess · 1 year

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workout agenda ー jjk

☁️ genre: M(18+), smut, best friends to lovers kinda? fluff at the end

☁️ pairings: personal trainer!best friend!jungkook x fem!reader; also jimin and hobi are mentioned.

☁️ warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!jungkook, praise kink, loads of cursing, creampie. i don't know what else to add lmao help

☁️ word count: 2,7k

☁️ author's note: hi, wow. first time ever writing smut, so enjoy i guess? this is the definition of "that escalated quickly" and i'm aware of that. also this jungkook has me weak bye. lemme know if you would like a part two hehe.

Having a personal trainer as a best friend definitely had its perks - like the fact that, this said best friend, would constantly beg you to let him coach you for just one workout. But knowing him, giving in would mean working out every day and you enjoyed your life as it was.

"Please, please Y/N, just this time! I won't ask you anymore, I promise."

Jungkook, Hoseok, Jimin and you were sitting in a café for a "study date" - which resulted in more talking than studying, and Hoseok bursting out in laughter when you started putting real effort into your assignments.

You took a sip of your chai latte and glared at the dark-haired man sitting right in front of you.

"He's at it again, such a child." Jimin shook his head, eyes focused on the screen of his laptop, and an amused smile on his lips.

"Kookie, we talked about this." You sighed, already knowing his response. "I am not working out with you."

"Dang it!" He sat back on his chair - its wooden material screeching as he put all of his weight on it - and this gained a giggle from Hoseok who was watching some dancing videos on YouTube.

"Y/N, you know that he won't give up until you say yes to him." He said diverting his attention from the phone screen to you.

"Come on, Hobi, you should be on my side." You responded, acting exhausted although you were mostly exaggerating your reactions.

He shrugged and looked back at his phone - that's when you felt Jungkook's gaze on you and, when you finally looked at him, his expression had entirely altered. He was pouting, his chin rested on both his hands, and he was fluttering his eyes trying to persuade you.

"Once again, I am not working out with you, Kookie!"

So there you were, walking on the treadmill in Jungkook's personal gym to warm your body up. After weeks of pestering, Jungkook had finally succeeded in convincing you.

However, your eyes weren’t particularly attentive to the small digits showing your heartbeat, or the minutes you had passed on the equipment, but were interested in something more appealing.

Jeon Jungkook was a literal god. He was wearing a tank top - that fit his body too perfectly - exposing his beefy arms covered with tattoos, which you had counted numerous times. His wavy jet-black hair was held in a low ponytail and some strands of his locks flawlessly fell on his forehead.

Everything about him was perfect in a way you could not comprehend - you almost felt dumb, crushing over your best friend. However, you had been doing that for years.

Sometimes - or maybe too many times - you imagined how his biceps would feel, and how his fit body would look standing atop of you, wavy hair framing his pretty face.

Was it okay for you to be thinking these dirty things? Was it okay to be feeling this heat between your legs whenever you watched him do pull-ups?

“So have you warmed up enough?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately locked eyes with him, nodding in response before stopping the treadmill. He always had this gentle and calm manner of talking to you while looking so fucking good, and this nearly upset you - like, he had no reasoning being this hot.

"What? Should I do a thirty-minute warm-up like you?" You raised an eyebrow, teasing him.

Jungkook laughed and decided to tease you back. "You wish."

You gasped, faking disbelief as you poked his side - a spot you knew was very ticklish - making him giggle even more. You gazed in awe as he laughed, his eyes squinting.

“Alright, alright, let’s start with a simple sumo squat. Let me grab the resistance bands.”

You watched him retrieve the equipment and admired his back muscles tense as he reached for a box in an upper shelf, where he kept all the additional gear needed for certain exercises. You were staring - and he knew. In fact, you were both pretty aware of the thing going on between the two of you since freshman year.

You tried to act innocent, prettily smiling at him and nodding in agreement to everything he said, giving him thumbs up when he corrected your posture, indeed trying hard not to show what you truly felt. The truth was that you had no idea how to tell him and - “Jungkook, please fuck me” probably wasn’t the best way to confess to your long-term best friend.

“There you go.” He handed you the resistance bands, and you quickly wore them just above your knees.

“Man, what took you so long?" You scoffed, yet again acting annoyed. It was an inside joke between the two of you, you didn't get offended when the other acted like this: it was strange but unique.

You started the exercise, by squatting down and up with slow and steady movements. He was right beside you, arms crossed enhancing his biceps and head slightly tilted to the right. You glimpsed at the large mirror on your left, making sure he didn’t notice you gazing at him from time to time.

His dark-chocolate eyes observed you, analyzing each one of your movements and biting his lower lip. He always did that when he was focused, but it truly drove you crazy.

“Try widening your knees more, and keep that back arched or you will definitely kill your lower back.”

His tone was calm and focused and you liked how professional he was. He was really passionate about his job, in fact, Jungkook was one of the best personal trainers in Seoul and had made a name for himself.

Clients loved him because, instead of shouting at them as many others did, he made everyone feel comfortable and enforced their confidence never once doubting them.

His duality baffled you - one minute he was smiling and being adorable, acting like a cute puppy, and the other his whole expression would completely shift and you would notice a different light in his eyes.

“Like this?” You innocently questioned, although you very well knew what you were doing. You then arched your back more - way more, exposing the roundness of your butt.

You heard him nervously chuckle. "Y/N, you will break your back."

Jungkook was fairly amused, in fact, he thought you were the cutest thing. You acted all annoyed and bothered - but now there you were trying to show off to him.

“Here, let me just…” He got closer to you - close enough that you could feel his warm breath on your shoulder. He was taller than you, so he had to somehow bend down a little and it made you feel trapped. One hand rested on your right hip, while the other was cautiously placed on your abdomen: his hands were rough - due to the multiple calluses, he had - yet his touch felt extremely soft.

Your throat had dried up, and you had helplessly tried to seem unaffected by his closeness. But in spite of that, you couldn’t deny to yourself how fast your heart was beating, and how the spots he was touching had started to heat up.

"Did you buy this set just for today?" He was referring to your outfit: you were wearing a light blue sports bra and matching leggings that complimented your curves - and yes, you had obviously bought it for him.

"No, I bought this like a year ago."

"You? Owning gym wear?" He slightly chuckled, knowing you weren't the type to hit the gym daily.

"There are some things you don't know about me, Jeon Jungkook." You stated trying to sound as playful as before, but he had noticed a change in your tone.

"Oh, really?"

You nodded and started moving again as he guided you, holding you firmly. You unsuccessfully attempted to focus on the movements, and not on the scent of his cologne nor the fact that his chest was now pressed against your back.

"Like the fact that you are begging me to fuck you right now?" He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe as his breath sent tingles down your spine.

"Probably." You managed to answer - almost completely out of breath - not knowing if it was from the workout or from the way he was tightening his grip on you.

"Fuck, can I kiss you?" He sounded almost desperate. "Because I will fucking do it now if you are okay with it."

You wasted no time, turning on your heels to finally face him and, locking your arms around his shoulders, pulled him toward you. Your lips crashed in a mixed kiss - there was neediness, tenderness, and excitement, all combined as you finally got to know how he tasted.

"Shit, I've wanted this for so long." He managed to affirm as he briefly detached from you, before kissing you again. "For so fucking long."

He proceeded to effortlessly lift you up, hands squeezing your butt as he walked across the room, not even knowing where to go himself. Jungkook then spotted the desk he used to create his own workouts, and carefully placed you on it, lips never leaving yours.

"W-Wait, Kookie." You extended your arms forward, gently pulling him away from you. You finally caught your breath, your lungs relaxing.

His expression shifted - he seemed worried.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm- I'm so sorry." He mumbled, running his hands through his perfectly combed hair, ruining it. "I got carried away, and didn't think that- that maybe this wasn't okay for you."

Typical Jungkook. He was so selfless, always putting other people's benefits in front of his own, worrying that what he did might upset someone. A smile depicted on your face - he was adorable.

"Kookie, I want this more than you think." You intertwined your legs around his torso, pushing him towards you so that he was now on top of you, biceps tensed to keep himself from crushing you.

His eyes widened in surprise, and you reached for his cheek gently stroking it. "You're so cute when you get flustered, you know?"

"And you look ravishing right now, you know?" He mimicked you, embarrassment having completely left him as he literally devoured you with his eyes. "So pretty, all dressed up for me."

Then, yet again, his lips were on yours but now his hands were exploring your body: a hand cupped one of your breasts as the other buried in your hair. There was something different about his touch: it was like he was yearning for you like he was craving for more with every passing second.

You hurriedly reached for his tank top, unsuccessfully trying to pull it up - so Jungkook helped you by taking it off, exposing his chest. You couldn't help but trace every perfect line on his abdomen, wanting to kiss him all over. You had seen him shirtless, but it didn't feel the same.

His attention shifted from your lips to your neck, where he started leaving a trail of wet kisses before stopping just above your breasts. He gave you a questioning look, and you nodded. At this point, you would have agreed to everything he wanted to do to you.

He lifted your sports bra up, exposing your hardened nipples and you promptly blushed, feeling overwhelmed. Reality hit you like a high-speed train: you were about to have sex with Jeon Jungkook, and he had just seen your boobs.

"Getting all flustered, aren't you?"

You blushed, covering your eyes with your palms - you felt so exposed and yet you totally liked it. You peeked through your fingers, watching as Jungkook took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

You moaned - mouth agape and body completely on fire - and you instinctively yanked his hair, pulling away the hairband that held them together. His locks tickled your skin as he played with your breasts for a little longer, crotch rubbing against your thigh.

"Fuck, Kookie, I want you now." You whined, the heat between your legs now unbearable, pussy begging for some friction.

"So eager. If you ask me nicely, maybe I'll give you what you want."

He laid a few kisses on your ribs, then on your stomach, and then stopped as he was looming over the lower abdomen. A smirk appeared on his lips, seeing you squirming under him was driving him crazy, so he playfully blew on your belly - just to tease you.

"Kookie- fuck, please I want your cock. Please, Jungkook, fuck me."

"Such a good girl." He breathed out, before pulling down both your leggings and your panties. He groaned as he admired your exposed cunt. "You are so wet for me already, princess."

The name he had just called you made your heart lose a beat, and you swiftly closed your legs, feeling your pussy pulsate. Jungkook smirked at your reaction, having never seen you so vulnerable, and grabbed both your knees to open your legs yet again.

"Shit, you are so pretty, Y/N."

If that was what Heavens felt, then you wanted to die every day. Jungkook's mouth was on your pussy, eating you out: he licked the length of your cunt, gently sucking on your clitoris, gaining lovable moans from you. You yanked your head back, as you grasped his hair, pleasuring tears blurring your vision.

His lips were soft, and he made sure to do everything to make you feel good. You were absolutely stunning - and he craved more.

"F-fuck, fuck me, please."

You groaned when you felt his lips detach from your pussy, fresh air tingling your bare skin. You were trying to catch your breath when you felt him thrust into you - without any warning. He stretched your walls and although it initially stung a bit, his cock felt too good.

"Shit- I couldn't wait any longer." He murmured in your ear, strong arms embracing you, holding you tight. You hugged him back, feeling him closer than ever. It all felt... warm.

He started pounding into you, keeping the same rhythm as he moaned into your ear. You felt light-headed as he fucked you harder, starting to lose all sense. You were now moaning uncontrollably, and Jungkook enjoyed every bit of it.

"You love it, huh? How I am fucking you dumb?"

He pulled away from the embrace, using his core muscles to raise himself slightly. He then grabbed you by the ankle, bringing your leg over his shoulder.

"Oh- Fuck, Jungkook!"

It was so deep, waves of pure pleasure had started running all over your body. You were now probably drooling, too.

"So good- it feels so good, Kookie."

Jungkook was now hugging your leg, brows furrowed, and head lowered down. His hair was completely hiding his expression, but you could hear his groans as he thrust harder and harder.

"You're so good- Y/N, so fucking good for me." He bit the skin of your inner thigh, leaving a big purple mark before looking directly at you. "Look at me, I want you to look at me. Can I cum- Can I cum inside of you?"

You nodded in agreement, as you were reaching your high, feeling your muscles tense.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cursed in a high-pitched voice as you cummed on his cock, spasms of pure bliss pulsating through you. After a few more thrusts, Jungkook let out a loud moan, cock twitching inside of you.

"God - Oh my fucking God." He deeply exhaled, body relaxing onto yours as he kept his cock where it belonged, while you were still sobbing from the fireworks of pleasure. Jungkook made sure not to crush you, putting his weight on the elbows.

He looked at you, a tender smile on his lips and dark eyes full of love. You wished you could have taken a picture of this moment to keep it forever: drops of sweat streaming down his arms, plump lips, some strands of hair attached to his forehead - he was beautiful.

"I love you." He tapped the tip of your nose, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You smiled, cupping his cheeks with your hands, before squeezing them a little.

"I love you too, but you know, next time you want to fuck me, just tell me."

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iwannabangchan · 2 years

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Heyy could I maybe request something? I just read ‚touch‘ and I absolutely loved it! Maybe something like enemies to lovers? Like y/n is a producer as well and has to work with chan, but chan doesn’t like it because he want’s to work all by himself or smth like that? Maybe ending in something heated hehe :) thank you so much!! <3

Let's make music

Pairing: dom!Chan x fem reader

Word count: 2.1 k

Content Warnings: Smut (minors dni); Unprotected sex; Rough sex; Oral (M & F); Deepthroat; Choking; Dirty Talk; Fingering; Facial; Cum eating; Tears; Gagging; Nipple play; Swearing; Enemies 2 Lovers (ends on a happy note, don't worry)

A/N: Hey Anon! Much thanks to you for requesting, I enjoyed writing it! Sorry I've been inactive for a week (it was exam szn) but don't worry, now you have my undivided attention! So please send in more requests :D

And a special shoutout to my friend, @skzho . Thank you so much for proof-reading! You're the sweetest <3

~ ♥ Li ♥

The morning started with you being called to the studio. You loved your job, but you weren't feeling up to it on this particular day because of who you were assigned to work with. You entered the building and headed towards the studio. And much to your surprise, there he was, leaning forward into his computer, completely zoned into his screen.

"Wha- what the hell! You can't knock?" Chan unfixed his eyes from the screen to glare at you while pulling his headphones around his neck.

Your work began at JYP a few months ago when you signed up to be a music producer. You worked with a lot of groups within the company, assisting in making comeback songs. Not to blow your own whistle, but you had a genuine passion and talent for music and thought you knew your way around it pretty well. This, however, did not sit well with Chan. He disliked the thought of someone 'supervising' him. The first couple of days at your new workplace were difficult, but once you settled in, you had gotten to know people pretty well. You met a lot of new faces and felt welcomed by the teams and idols. But one thing Chan was certain of was that he had no intention of interacting with you.

"I work here too, you know?" You remarked as you wheeled out a chair, sat next to him, and took his spare headphones. "You’re not special,"

Chan honestly had no problem voicing out to the boys that there was no need for you to work with them, let alone have a job at JYP in the first place. He was perfectly fine working with 3racha and didn't need your input. However, even Changbin and Han couldn't figure out what was wrong with this specific track.

"What are you even doing here? I didn't ask for you,"

He'd been working on it all morning and was running out of patience. However, as much as he knew he wanted help, he would never seek it from you. It would hurt his pride too much. And for some reason, he saw competition in you.

You ignored him, plugged in his headphones, and reached for his mouse to play what he had created so far. You could see Chan was getting mad at you for waltzing in and messing with his equipment. You couldn't lie, you loved the feeling of him being irritated by your presence, you enjoyed taunting him, and you loved it, even more, when he'd get pissed off.

“Han told me that you're working too slow and making no progress. That's why I'm here”

Chan kept a mental note to scold Jisung for telling you his business. "I don't need help."

“Oh? And you've been working on this beat for what? 5 months now?" Your sly smirk was beginning to piss him off even more.

"Y/N get out"

Your smirk turned into chuckles, which eventually became belly laughing.

"You cannot be serious" looking at him in disbelief, “I can’t lie, this shit sounds goofy as hell! ”

You spun your chair so your back was to the desk. "This is the crap you've been working on for months? No wonder Han needed me in here" Wiping a tear of laughter from your eye.

One thing about Chan is that he is very passionate about his work and takes constructive criticism very seriously. But this blatant mockery was just uncalled for.

He stood up from his chair to hover over you. If that was his attempt at being intimidating, he was failing miserably. “ Shut up, It's not like you could do any better,” he spat, feeling offended.

“Hey, don't say that you'll hurt my feelings!” Your sarcasm made his blood boil. “I always knew you didn't have it in you, but I didn't know you were THIS bad."

That was the final straw. He felt like you took everything he worked so hard for and spat on it.

"What the fuck did you just say?” Chan yelled, clenching his teeth. His eyes filled with pure fury which made you consider retreating but you decided to test how far you could push him.

"You heard me" You glared into his eyes with the same hatred that he gave you. “But don't get mad at me, it's not my fault your music’s shit."

He moved closer to your chair and pressed his knee on the little gap between your legs.

"It's really annoying because you're so beautiful, but your mouth is so fucking filthy," He whispered while tilting up your chin. He had an unreadable expression on his face, and you noticed his voice had fallen an octave lower.

This surprised you since you weren't used to Chan responding; usually, he just accepted whatever you gave him and expressed his honest opinions about you to his bandmates, or he simply kept them to himself.

"Chan- I...I was just joking, calm down," Your breath hitched as he slid his hand down from your chin to your neck, applying light pressure. You tilted your head up and looked him in the eyes. They looked sinister as if they had a hidden motive. His dark pupils glared back into yours, and told you, "You fucked up."

He leaned down and whispered into your ear, "Why the sudden change of heart?" He moved his head in front of yours again and pressed your noses together. You closed your eyes, and he kissed your lips. It started off slow and gradually worked up speed. He slid his tongue into your mouth, hand still slightly restricting your breathing.

“That attitude of yours won't ever go away unless I do something about it, hm?”

You felt your heartbeat and breath quickening.

You bit your lip as Chan took your hand and slid it down his body, allowing you to feel the ridges of his abs through the fabric of his shirt, right before he led it to the tent in his sweatpants. “Touch me…here. You feel that?”

You didn't know how to answer his question, or if you were even supposed to. "I... I," You stuttered, your mind now blank.

Your sudden loss for words surprised you because, with your natural quick wits, you always had a comeback for Chan. For some reason, you felt yourself getting more and more turned on but all you could do was take a deep breath.

"Stand up." He demanded, lifting you to your feet while holding your hand, and took your place in your chair. Instinctively, you got down to your knees and positioned yourself in between his legs. You rubbed your hand over his clothed bulge a few times before pulling everything down to pool at his ankles.

Chan wasn't having it though. He gathered all of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, grasped the base of his cock, and pointed his tip directly on your lips. “Suck.”

You gathered saliva and let it fall from your lips to lubricate him and began steadily pumping him while trying to figure out how you were going to get him all inside your mouth at once.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you sucked your way down his length, tongue out to lick his balls with each stroke. You bobbed your head up and down his girth, hollowing your cheeks. His cock hit the back of your throat and threatened to make you choke. He kept your hair up, guiding you as you moved up and down his length.

"Fuck- at least that mouth of yours is good for something," He groaned as you sucked harder trying to get him to finish.

Chan pushed your head down to deepthroat him, pressing your nose into his pelvis. You gripped his thighs and inhaled with your nose. You felt him hold your head in place and thrust into your throat even more. The feeling was unbearable, you slapped his thighs and he let go of your head. With a gasp and cough, you raised your head, saliva, and precum still connecting your lips to his cock. "Come on, you can do it." He rubbed your cheek and wiped a tear from your eye with his thumb. "Just a little more,"

You braced yourself and came down on him again, this time much slower, increasing speed as much as you could. "That's it," He exhaled. Chan's body started to tense as he got closer, his breaths turning into moans. You lifted your hand from his thigh and massaged his balls for extra stimulation. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his dick twitched, "Fuck I'm gonna -", you pulled back before he released white cum all over your face and hair, a drop landing on your eye. "You did incredible," He murmured, his breath still heaving. He wiped it off with his thumb and brought it to your lips, you separated your lips and sucked his cum off his finger.

Moments later, he got up and led you back onto the chair. "Can I?", you didn't know what he was asking permission for, but you agreed.

Chan slipped his fingers into your jeans and rubbed your clit through the fabric. He pushed aside your panties, slipped a finger up and down your slit to collect your juices, and brought his finger to his mouth and sucked. "Mmh, you taste so good."

He reclined your swivel chair and lifted your hips to slide your jeans and underwear; throwing them to a random corner in the studio. He lifted your legs over the armrests, spreading your pussy wide open for him only, the thought alone made him bite his lower lip. You'd never looked at Chan this way before. He looked too damn sexy from this position, gazing up at you with lustful eyes.

He started by planting wet open-mouth kisses on your inner thighs. Chan looked up at you to see any signs of resistance, but when your eyes met, you nodded, allowing him to continue. He used his big hands to keep your legs dangling over the chair. He licked and kissed your clit, making you arch your back for more.

"Chan stop teasing,"

"You don't get to tell me what to do," He replied as he slapped your clit “You think you can shit-talk me to my face and get away with it?”

Only inches from your pussy, he grinned up at you; the pornographic scene made you clench in his face. You were already dripping in arousal, but he still spat at your folds and licked from your entrance all the way to your clit. Pleasure quickly overtook your body as you inhaled sharply and squeezed his arm. His slippery tongue sent your back arching.

You grabbed the back of his head, and gyrated your hips into his tongue, as he stiffened his tongue to let you use him.

He rose to his feet to admire his perspective, muttering, "So fucking sexy," while pushing his cock inside your hole. You felt so filthy sprawled out like this for him. He pounded you hard , making you squelch. His gaze never left your body. You sobbed his name aloud, careless about who could hear you. "Please, Chan. "Fu- I'm sorry," you begged, your fluids gushing all over him; soaking the chair and floor.

“You're sorry?” He asked before pulling his dick out completely and slamming into you again to repeat his question, “You're sorry?” “Please. Oh, god-” “Who do you think you are coming in here like you own the place, huh? You love talking so much shit don't you Y/N?” “Chan, please. I'm so fucking close,” You groaned already feeling yourself dangerously tumble nearer to your orgasm “Please don't stop!”

He took his left hand under your shirt and pulled down your bra to roll your nipple between his fingers. He stepped back to kneel and put his tongue back on your clit, flicking it back and forth. And before you knew it, you released into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened wide as he finger fucked you through your high causing overstimulation. " Chan please- it's too much.." You whimpered, looking at him through teary eyes, and with that, he pulled out his fingers to reveal them painted white.

Chan slumped down from his kneeling position and watched you still sitting in the chair, chest heaving while trying to collect your thoughts.

“Come on, we have to get dressed.” Chan stood up first and handed you your jeans.

“Wait, where are my panties?” You said scanning the floor after noticing they weren't inside your jeans.

“Don't worry about that,”

“Did you just- what's that in your pocket?” You said pointing to a suspicious lump stuffed into his pants.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” He said, pulling you in by your waist.

“I seriously can't stand you, Chan” You whispered, your eyelids fluttered shut as Chan leaned in to press his lips against yours.

“Mmh, I know you don't mean that.”

♥ Thank you for reading ♥

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ravixen · 2 years

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Aaahhh I LIVE for your youtuber au for real! Love the Seokmin one too. Thank you for accepting my request! I love it so much! Since I would love to read about the rest of the members as youtuber too, I'm sorry for my audacity, but if you don't mind, maybe you can do youtuber wonu next? And why do I imagine him either in aestethic calming vlog style or book related channel? 🤔🙈

Thank you so much! 💚💚💚

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➔ au!ramble || requested || youtuber!au

➔ 1090 words ➔ notes: fluff ; i'm really glad you liked it! i'm glad you're giving me a reason to work through my other youtuber!au ideas :) it's wild how these are 6-7 years apart from my first batch, so you can see how much my writing has changed. has it really been that long?? anyway, i really like the idea of an audacious reader, maybe a farmer!y/n or gardener!y/n, and having an open ending. if you liked this, pls reblog! it helps with visibility

ok, so my first reaction would be to make him a gamer, maybe a youtube-signed streamer, but i don't think that's the right fit for him?? he's heard the advice to turn what he loves into a job so that he never has to work a day in his life. he's also heard the advice to never make what you love into a job because you won't find the same joy in it

he decides to listen to the second one and keep gaming as a hobby. technically, youtube started as a side thing, too, but it grew quickly, so he's glad that he didn't choose streaming

i feel like he's the aesthetic calming vlog type. his most popular video is him walking through the woods on a sunny autumn afternoon. you hear the nearby creek, the birds in the trees, the gentle wind, the crunching leaves...it's comforting and what made him blow up

he likes doing zoom ups on nature. sometimes he bakes like alvin zhou and has quiet kitchen sounds, but those are rare because he has housemates who are anything but calming

he collabs often with youtuber!mingyu, who convinced him to post his work in the first place

one sunny afternoon, he's making taking a video of flowers swaying in the wind, and the atmosphere is perfect. he's holding the camera perfectly still, thinking about whether his camera stand would work better than his—

(video taken by me in fiesole, italy hehe)

"oops, sorry!"

you stumble out of the frame, but it's already too late — you crashing through the bushes has already ruined his video. he stops recording and gets to his feet, brushing off the back of his pants

"...can i help you?"

and you wince at the hardness of his voice and the way he doesn't even look at you. he's too busy rewinding through footage, determining whether he has enough to work with. when you don't answer, he glances at you

"i said, can i help you?"

he watches your expression change from apologetic to annoyed, and to be fair, it's his fault for being snappy, but he's upset that you interrupted a really good continuous shot

you point a finger at the giant bag by your feet, one he didn't notice until now. "not unless you know how to spread fertilizer, pretty boy. what're you doing on private property anyway?"

he waves at the trees around him. "are these...yours?" he asks feebly. he sounds so dumb right now, god. he figured that there was a possibility of this being someone's land, but the nearest house was so far away and he's seen people take hikes here, so he thought that it'd be fine to record. he bites his lip. "sorry?"

you crack a smile at that, the tension in your shoulders dissolving. "no, i'm just kidding. guess you're not really from around here, huh? technically, it is private property, but the owner lets the locals wander all the time. i'm in charge of taking care of some of the plants, so, pretty boy—" you gesture at his equipment "—can you move all this before i dump my stuff over it?"

he's never scooped up his things faster. "i'm wonwoo, by the way. not, uh..."

there's a loud ripping sound as you tear through the bag. "not pretty boy?" you hum, almost a little disappointed. you grin over your shoulder. "i'm y/n. so where are ya from, if not around here?"

"you know. around." he takes one step backwards. "okay, nice to meet you, bye!"

and he's gone. he knows that it could've gone better, but what was he supposed to do? make small talk? ew. better to dip early than stand around awkwardly

when he tells mingyu about it over call later that night, his friend laughs

"nah," mingyu says, voice barely audible over the sound of him chopping carrots. "you have to go back and talk to them normally. that's your favorite film spot, isn't it? maybe they know more places off the main path. they sound nice, too — you can be friends."

"you just want to see me combust in front of a cute person."

"i didn't even say that they were cute?" mingyu sounds confused, but then his voice gets sly. "yah, wonwoo. i didn't say that they were cute."

"i'm hanging up."

"yeah, yeah, see you in twenty minutes. better not be late. soonyoung's coming over tonight and i'm not saving anything for you once he gets started."

when wonwoo comes over and mingyu wiggles his eyebrows from across the dinner table, wonwoo (lovingly) points his fork at his friend

but the words hang over his head for the next few days because mingyu was right, annoyingly enough. that place was his new favorite film spot. he found it not too long ago, so he hasn't explored much of the area, but now that it's covered in fertilizer, he probably won't be able to go there for a while

he sucks it up and eventually finds himself at the nearest farmhouse. the drive from the road to the front door was long enough to make him almost turn around a few times. he was even tempted to call up seungkwan and have him be a buffer, but seungkwan's busy filming today and wonwoo figures that he needs to take care of this own things

taking a deep breath, he knocks on the door

and it creaks open to reveal the grumpiest old man

"can i help ya?" the man asks, looking him up and down. his current outfit is a stark contrast to the man's

"hi, i'm wonwoo," he falters. "is y/n around?"

maybe he got the wrong house. he'd be so embarrassed if you didn't work here

but then the man's face lights up as he claps wonwoo on the shoulder

"oh yeah! come in! do you want something to drink? water? lemonade? juice?" he ushers wonwoo into the kitchen and into a seat before yanking over the back door. "y/n! some wonwoo kid is here to see you!"

wonwoo can barely get his bearings before you're barreling through the door, smile as bright as the afternoon sun outside, and he almost chokes on the cup the old man gives him

because he thought you were kind of cute before, covered in dirt and an oversized work outfit, but now that he can actually see your face, he realizes that you're really cute

"couldn't wait to see me, huh, pretty boy?"

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