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WY ๐ŸŒ™ [240327] Instagram Update #YOUNG_STORY "๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๏ธPurring"
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University Student Choi San x (F)Reader ft.Yuyu
Summary: Jealousy is but a natural trait, especially when your bro gettin' a bit too comfy with your butterfly.
Genre: Fluff
Rating: SFW
Warnings: None
Word Count: 943
Est. Read Time: 5 min
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels
Banner: @cafekitsune
A/N: I was supposed to upload Meow ch4 today, but it's still not done :( But here's a timestamp inspired by @edenesth
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Yunho sat across her, working silently, well naturally they were in the library, and had to finish this project because she was ever so kind enough to request him if they could finish this a bitter early, explaining how the due date was the same day as her boyfriend's birthday and she really wanted to spend the day with him and not do this project.
Naturally, he agreed, any friend of hers is a friend of his- that and she was literally talking about San, his roommate, so he'd seen the two together a couple of times, they'd even invite him for dinner sometimes, she was nice and San was happy- that's all that mattered to him.
An hour turned into two, then three, and the two were still compiling and researching. He'd glance at her, mumbling to herself, eying her notes, then looking back at his barely readable notes, then getting back into the rhythm.
It was all good until he began to feel something burn into him, like a piercing gaze that had him fixed in spot, sneakily glancing to see if it were her, he realised it wasn't, she was still mumbling to herself. Then who was it? He realised the chair next to her was now occupied, the person was sitting extremely close to her, San wouldn't have liked that, turning to sit up properly and ask the intruder in the fuzzy grey jacket to keep distance he locked eyes with a pair that was glaring at him- San?
Ever so slowly he saw the man raised his arm, reaching over to wrap it around his girlfriend's shoulders, startling her before giving her a sheepish smile for a second, only to glare back at Yunho when she went back to work, his arm still around her.
"You're an idiot." Is all Yunho said before glancing at her, knowing she couldn't hear them. She was too busy blasting whatever song she could find at this point.
"And she's taken -"
"And she's finishing her work early so she can spend time with you on your birthday," he smiled, resting his chin on his palm as he gave him a gentle smile, one that tried to neutralise the judgemental look in his eyes, "You know...for when you turn FIVE Sannie."
In an instant, the other man's expressions softened, morphing into a pout, trying to gain the elder one's forgiveness, though he earned only an eye roll in return, followed by a, "You and Seonghwa need to calm down." That's because of each man's significant other shared more than just a few classes with Yuyu- truth be told Yunho was their senior, but the two took advanced courses, so the real problem was that they were dating two idiots. With that, he got up, collecting his things and packing up.
She pulled off her headphones, glancing at San before looking up at Yunho, worried that he was upset she made him spend three hours of his only free day in the library, "I-I'm almost done, I can compile the work whenever you send it-" though he smiled at her, shaking his head, "No, you just finish it and send it to me, I'll compile it later tonight and then we can turn it in."
"Oh my gosh, thank you, Yuyu~" her little nickname had San tighten his hold on her, though she didn't notice, too concerned about getting free time to spend with her giant idiot.
"It's my pleasure." The golden boy smile at her, watching her put her headphones back on and getting back to work, only to turn and glare at San who was glaring back at him, though his glare faltered when Yunho raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat and averting his gaze for a split second, only to gasp when he saw how Yunho had flipped him off, mouthing, "Grow up."
He quickly turned to his butterfly. Did she see? Did she see how horrendous and demonic that man was? He was no innocent Yuyu, but a spawn sent down by Satan, himself. Though all he saw was her typing away with a greater determination, all so she could spend time with him. Sighing, he pulled her closer, encasing her in a side hug, ignoring how she was protesting and whispering, "Excuse me, Sir! I need to finish this! San, San move!"
And he did let her go, only after forcing her to wear his fluffy grey jacket, so everyone would know she was taken- he had class anyway, so he had only dropped by to check on her because she didn't respond to his text spams or picked up his calls- oh...he did come here only after Yunho had disclosed the location.
Huffing to himself, he pressed a chaste kiss on the top of her head, moving the headpiece to whisper in her ear about his class before covering it with the hood of the jacket.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked out of the library walking towards his class, thinking of what to get Yuyu as a thank you present for taking care of his girl in class, maybe dinner? Or a restraining order to keep him away from HIS girl. Chuckling to himself he walked into his class, Choi San, you comedian, no wonder she likes you, you're so funny.
"You at the back, is something funny?"
"No S- Yunho?"
"No, that's Sir Jeong to you, professor Kim sent me as a guest lecturer for this class, now why dont you give us a sumamry of what you all have done ....for the past whole semester."
"Shit"
He should really get that restraining order.
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Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @marsvillee @mlysalt @spooo00oky @the-kpop-simp
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Dreamers
Favourite moments in every Ateez MV 16/?
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๐Ž๐ญ8 ๐๐… ๐€๐ญ๐ž๐ž๐ณ! ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐‡๐š๐ซ๐
๐š†๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ: ๐™พ๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š, ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š‹๐š’๐šŠ, ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šž๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š” ๐šž๐š™๐šœ
๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ: ๐™ธ๐š๐š˜๐š• ๐™ฑ๐š˜๐šข๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐™ฐ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šฃ ๐šก ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š๐š›๐šข ๐™ถ๐š’๐š›๐š•๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›
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Wooyoung: Thank you for agreeing to see me, hyung Hongjoong: I didnโ€™t. You just walked in and started talking- Wooyoung: I donโ€™t have time for a history lesson
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หšสšโ™กษžหš Into It
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Warnings: Mention of cannabis, and slight smut
Pairings: Wooyoung x Reader
Rubbing the tension away from his neck, Wooyoung sighed. This comeback promotion was exhausting him. Between the dancing and the constant improvement, San and the others didn't give him time to breathe, and as time passed the crippling anxiety would often make his limbs shake. Opening the door of his flat, he paused as the keys fell on the countertop. He removed his shoes and jacket, before advancing into his home.ย 
He switched the light on, jolting slightly when he saw your figure sitting on the couch, your reading glasses on the bridge of your nose as you pretended to be reading some old book his mother had left there, on her last visit.ย 
โ€œShit, you scared meโ€ Wooyoung mumbled, his eyes squinting at you as you grinned at him. โ€œHow did you even get in?โ€
โ€œAre you sure you wanna know?โ€ you asked as you put the book down. Wooyoung cursed under his breath. To be honest, no, he didn't want to know how his dealer had gotten inside his place. Though, he did make a mental note that he needed to get tighter security, in order to stop sasaengs from getting inside. If you could, then anyone could. That made sense in his brain.ย 
โ€œI knocked and you didnโ€™t open, so i got myself inโ€
โ€œYou know the whole point of having a closed door is to keep strangers from entering your home when you aren't present.โ€
โ€œBut I am no stranger, am I? You asked, making your way to his kitchen table, leaning slightly over it.
โ€œAnyway, wanna drink something?โ€ he asked as he moved his body to the open kitchen, reaching for the cabinets to get himself some soju.ย 
To be honest with himself, he knew you were trouble. After all, if anyone caught a glimpse of you in his apartment at this hour, the tabloids in Korea would go crazy. He had swore himself to keep a professional relationship with you, but each time you would come giving him his little sleepy drugs, he would unconsciously find a way to make you stay a couple of minutes, sometimes hours.ย 
Your company wasn't that bad.
โ€œNo thanks.โ€ You answered with a dismissive wave of your hand โ€œI brough what you askedโ€
Looking over his shoulders, he chuckled as he saw you put the small bag of cannabis on the table. You watched as he grabbed his drink, pouring himself a glass of soju. He drank it on one go, grimacing at the burning feeling before filling it again, before coming closer to you. Wooyoung grabbed the bag, analyzing the content before humming. The dark green leaves had a bitter smile, but it was still floral.ย 
โ€œYou rollinโ€™ it?โ€ he asked, putting the bag down.
โ€œSure, that will be an extraโ€
Wooyoung snickered, โ€œI will pay you in natureโ€
โ€œDream onโ€
You quickly got what you needed out of your pocket, starting to roll a blunt for your client with whom you had learned to smoke with, as time passed. Usually you would not do this type of behavior, especially with idols. If you were caught by fansights or lurking paparazzis , it would be game over for you and your business.
But Wooyoung was different.
He was a nice guy, easy to talk to and be around. You couldn't deny him. Once you finished your roll, you got your light out. Popping the poison between your lips you light it up, expiring the smoke in and grimacing at the bitter taste as you release the thick smoke. Then, you passed the blunt to Wooyoung who happily took it.ย 
You turned your body around, looking over at his minimalist flat, before sitting down on his couch. Your eyes were quick to follow the curve of Wooyoungโ€™s body who had his head tilted back and eyes closed as he savored the blunt you made. When he came to his senses, he smiled lazily, sitting closely next to you.
โ€œThat shit is goodโ€
โ€œYeah, you wanted something for your anxiety. Thereโ€™s nothing better than this one. Not strong enough to knock you out but still enough to make your body feel like a featherโ€ You explained as you watched him take another gulp of his soju. Wooyoung proceeded with another hit, breathing in deeply this time before releasing the smoke.
Then, out of nowhere, he gazed upon you, making you shift in self consciousness.
โ€œI am so into youโ€ the boy said, his half lidded eyes watching you intensely as you chuckled.
โ€œYou highโ€
โ€œMaybe. But I am still fucking into youโ€
You shifted your body facing him this time, your hand supporting your face as you watched him take another hit. His body was relaxed on the couch, his gym clothing sticking to his sweaty form and non showered body. Wooyoungโ€™s musky scent was beyond delicious and you couldnโ€™t help but be curious of this individual.ย 
He was your type, you had to admit it. Fuck, he was everyoneโ€™s type. Your eyes traveled from his collarbone to his jaw line, admiring how the sweat was collecting there, his Adam apple bobbing slightly as he gulped from the bluntโ€™s smoke.
โ€œWhen I was 16โ€ he said, catching your attention back to his face instead of his body โ€œI auditioned for KQ entrainement, and my wishes of becoming an idol became true. Fuck, I have worked so hard all my life to be an idol. Until exhaustion, I kept pushing forward and forward. I have lost friends in the process, done things I am most ashamed of, pushed my family aside for fame.โ€
โ€œThe price you pay for fameโ€ you mumbled in comprehension.ย 
โ€œI regret it. I regret that no matter what I do, it will never be enough to satisfy anyone around meโ€
โ€œSounds hardโ€ you said, taking the blunt out of his hand to take a hit, allowing the poison to burn your lungs. You could have left, not allow this idiot to use you as a damn psychologist, but you found his vulnerable state too mesmerizing.
โ€œIt was. But not nearly as hard as it is now.โ€
โ€œIs it worse now? I mean worse than your trainee daysโ€
โ€œBet '' Wooyoung said, sighing loudly. โ€œI find comfort in stuff like this, stuff I shouldn't. Like smokingโ€ฆ Be with youโ€
โ€œWooyoung, you talking shitโ€
โ€œI ainโ€™t y/nโ€ A pout formed on his face as he looked at you way too seriously. โ€œI find myself consuming this quickly, just so I can order more to see youโ€
You laughed this time rubbing your face in shyness โ€œdude, you sound like you miss me. It's unrequited you knowโ€
โ€œAre you sure about that?โ€
He asked his attention on you. You looked deeply at him, the light feeling of weed on your system finally kicking. Maybe this wasn't so bad. You hummed, getting closer to him this time. Wooyoung kept his gaze on you as you lifted your leg, taking a seat on his lap. Looking at him, you slowly pushed the blunt on your lips, keeping eye contact as you sucked in another hit. Then, you leaned in and Wootoung parted his lips slightly, his eyes closing as you blew the smoke into his mouth. He inhaled it, rolling his eyes back, before allowing it to escape through his nose.
โ€œFuckโ€ he groaned sensually, his hips moving forward as his hands help your waist.ย 
You smirked, wrapping your free hand around his neck as you grinned against him. Wooyoung lost the reminding patience he had, as he leaned forward, capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. It was a mess of tongue and teeth, the kiss urgent and needy. With the hands around his neck, you pulled him closer, moving your hips against his and drinking each sound that dared to slip out of his mouth.
You felt the growing bulge against his sweatpants, making you chuckle against the kiss. Removing your lips from him, he whined but it soon became a moan as you grin down harder, your own lips apart from the pleasure. With the blunt still on your hand, you put it on Wooyoungโ€™s mouth, so it was quick to give it another blunt. While he was breathing it in, you leaned in again, this time attacking his neck with soft bites, before you ran your tongue against his salty skin.ย 
โ€œThis will be another extraโ€
He opened his eyes, his dimples showing through his shiny eyes.
โ€œI am so into you, y/nโ€
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More Ateez memes! Please reblog :} And lmk which ateez member you want to see next! i have a bunch lined up~
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san and wooyoung ร— rohto โ˜€๏ธโ˜๏ธ let's dance!
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me if you even care
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This might be very controversial but Iโ€™m willing to elaborate if you so wish. This is the hill Iโ€™m willing to die on
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Pollen Love (1/2)
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Florist Choi San x (F)Reader
Summary: The world had always been a bit too dull for the florist, a bit too rough for his petal like soft heart, stomping on it whenever anyone would deem fit - but was she any different? If so, why was she out of his reach, why did the world pluck away the flower that was supposed to put his bouquet back together?
Genre: Hurt + Comfort
Warnings: heavy self-criticism, violence, language
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 4.3k
Est.Read Time: 25 min
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @san-network
Banner: @cafekitsune
A/N: A two part treat till I work on my main series.
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"Woah there, what happened- did the boss come at ya, at like-" he turned to check the giant clock at the opposite end of the floor, "8 am- you want me to go knock some sense into him?" he asked, pulling out a dozen tissues from the 'free tissue box' and pressing them on her nose, signalling for her to blow, only for her to smack his hand, and point at something.
"What- oh" he stared at the bouqet of blue roses wrapped in a pastel yellow paper, all tied up with a with bow. "Wait- he made a move on you?"
Snatching the tissues she blew in an extremely ungraceful manner before throwing them away, "You idiot, they're your birthday gift, take them away before I die."
His fingers touched the soft petal of a rose, smiling at the sweet gesture before turning around to hug her only to be smacked across the face with a file. Letting out a mixture of a whimper and a growl he stared at her, hand on his now pink cheek, "So many mixed signals."
"I'll kill you, wash your hands! You know im deathly allergic to pollen!" protesting she sat down on her swivel chair, crossing her legs and glaring up at him. "And what mixed signals, you should be thankful I didn't shove them up your a** for not inviting me to your birthday party."
Letting out an exaggerated fake gasp he knelt down infront of her, placing a hand on his heart, "And for that I am truly sorry, my bestfriend since childhood, but please understand how the guys wanted me to go with them to a certain club where I couldn't possibly take you."
"You shouldn't be celebrating your birthday at a strip club anyway, it's extremely unhygienic," she mumbled, glancing at the flowers and then back at him on the floor on his knees, the usual Wooyoung theatrics.
"Yet, so entertaining -"
"You're disgusting."
"But a simple man."
"Get out of my cubicle".
That was three days ago, today was a Thursday, a regular, boring Thursday so did Wooyount expect to find another bouqte in his cubicle, no. Did he find one, yes, this had been going on since Monday and at this point Yunho and a few on the others floor had begun to assume there was something going on between the two. So, like any best friend,ย  he decided to confront her during break.
Turning off the faucet she shook her wet hands over the sink, looking in the mirror to check up on her makeup, her ears picking up the sound of the door opening, "There you are!"
Turning to look at the all too-familiar voice before letting out a shriek and throwing the bar of soap at him, as he ducked skillfully,ย  being all too aware of her habit of throwing things at him.
"THIS IS THE LADIES RESTROOM."
"Well I'm having lady issues," he said before aiming the bouquet of sunflowers at her, only for her to take a step back gasping, "My lady, mind you a horrifying one, has been leaving me these bouquets when I clearly know she doen't love me enough to face death each day." as soon as he was done they heard someone flush and the last stall open, his eyes widening in fear, about to make a run for it but she grabbed his hand, "Oh no, now you face the consequences."
"So, who are you in love with?"
"For f***'s sake." hissing she face palmed, Wooyoung's boistorous laugh echoing across the tiled walls. Before them, Yunho stood infront of the sink, rolling up his sleeves as he begun to wash his hands, turning his head to meet her questionng glare to which he shrugged, "Ladies washrooms are cleaner, men use toilets like pigs and..." moving closer to reach beside her, he pulling out a few tissues, "Ya'll have tissues."
Rolling her eyes at thisย  statement she turned to Wooyoung, motioning for him to move, only for him to move the bouqet closer to her face, watching her nose scruntch as she covered her mouth. Muffling out a whine, "Wooyoung, come on, its nothing, just let it go, I let go the fact that you went to strip club to your birthday and didnt celebrate with me-"
"THAT'S WHAT YOU TOLD HER ?"Yunho, who was now leaning against the counter hollered. That's when she noticed it, the silence, the way Wooyoung was shaking, in...fear. No...this mf wouldn't have...could he?
"Yunho" he hissed, slowly moving back as she stepped closer to him, "You a**hole." is all that escaped him before he made a beeline for the elevator, "I SWEAR I WANTED TO TAKE YOU BUT YOU HAD YOUR PROJECT THE NEXT DAY" he yelled running into the eventor, pressing on the close button before she could jump in. Unfortunately for him, she was able to stick her hand in before the doors closed, automatically opening again.
He backed into the opposite wall, "I c-can explain." holding the bouqet to cover his face until she snatched it and started beating him with it, "YOU PROMISED TO GO WITH ME- f*** I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU WENT TO THE IMAGINE DRAGONS CONCERT WITHOUT ME!"
"IM- ow- SORRy-STOP"
The elevator stopped at a random floor and dinged, not that the two even pressed a button in this first place, they only stopped when someone cleared their throat. Pausing midscene the two- Wooyoung who was covered in petals and Y/N who was holding the dead beat bouquet,ย  the wrapping paper crumbled to shreds- looked the people standng at the entrance.
"Umm..."
"Everyone, but these two, are normal." Jongho explained and entered the lift, someone next to him nodding and entering. That's when Wooyoung noticed, buff dudes hang out with buff dudes, that and how his bestfriend was twitching, slowly moving behind him, trying to hide, like she was...shy? He hadn't seen her ever flinch around any other man, let alone shy away from one. It was at this point when is gaze moved from her, trailing to catch the face of the man standing next to Jongho, who was offering her a shy smile in return. He was an eight...or at max a nine...or 9.98- point is he wasn't extraordinary, in fact, when did he start working here? Wooyoung always knew everyone, and this strange, tall mountain of a man was not part of the everyone, nonetheless, the creep was disturbing his dear darling demon, which is why he chose to speak up.
"Haven't seen you before?" his words calm but with an edge to them causing Jongho to let out an exagerted sigh and the man to nod at him, an introvert huh, still had the guts to hit on her? Creep and a weirdo.
"He doesn't, I just wanted to show him the gym here." Jongho turned to face the two idiots, the lady who sends him her work in late almost every week and her scoundrel of a friend who makes sure to finish all the morning free muffins before the poor bear can reach the break room.
"I almost couldn't recognise you without the mask?" the stranger spoke in a hushed tone, causing her to dip her head even more, mumbling a, "I didn't think you would."
"You know this creep?" Wooyoung turned to her, before biting his lip when he felt her heel dig into his toe. Pretending she wasnt doing that she bowed in apology, only for him to smile at her, "It's alright, so, this is who you buy flowers for each day?" his voice as soft as the clouds, as smooth as velvet, though unknown to her, those words, the sight of her standing so close to the rude guy, watching them physically engage before the two had entered the lift had set something burning in him, anger? Jealousy?
F*** no, they were not for this moron, but would she tell him the real reason? Of course not, shaking her head, she was about to speak when Jongho cleared his throat, "Anyway, San, let's go ....and you two...stay out of trouble." with that he walked out, her frantic gaze meeting San's calm eyes, with one last dimpled smile he walked out with a "Hope to see you around Miss."
With the doors closing she bit her lip, this is not how she wanted to him to see her, this is not what she wanted him to think- wait, was he going to stop being nice to her? Or would he just treat her like any other customer? Or-
"So, that's him, huh?" his words broke her train of thought, slinging an arm over her shoulders, "That's the guy, you face death for each morning, the guy you are willing to buy for, because he got your itty bitty heart in his palm and he has -until today- not seen you without a mask, not because you're hygienic,ย  no, because you'd literally get an allergic attack and die?"
Sighing in defeat she rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm pathetic, aren't I?" as she let him lead them out to their floor, as fun as this was, they still had half of the day left and he had some investigating to do.
"Nah, not pathetic,ย  just desperate and stupid."
"Thanks, Woo."
"Anytime."
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"You gonna do something or just stare at the weights?" Jongho asked as he got off the treadmill, noticing how his friend had been distracted ever since they got off the elevator. To be honest Jongho had brought him here because this was closer to work and San's shop, and since he'd get off work late it was easier for them to continue with their routine at this office gym, rather than the one near their apartment complex.
"Oh- no, sorry." San mumbled, sitting back on the bench, reaching to pick up a dumble, only to freeze at the next choice of words his friend spoke so casually, "Can't believe thats your masked lover."
"She isn't my lover." he hissed cranning his neck around to glare at the man who was now sitting on the bench next to him, chuckling before chugging down a whole bottle of water.
"No" sighing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "She's got you whipped, but you didn't know she was in a relationship- you're such a romantic Sannie."
"I'll throw this at you. I swear." placing the dumble back down, grumbling he got up, no longer interested in working out anymore, choosing to stretch out the tension in his muscles instead.
"And I'm surprised you never bothered asking for her name."
"Drop it." with that he grabbed his duffle bag , "I'm going to hit the shower."
"Mhmmm...so what was more distracting? Her skirt or the fact that you saw her face for the first time-" Jongho's sentence was cut halfway when a towel was smacked on his face, San's attempt to shut him up before disappearing around the corner to the washrooms.
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Today was not a good day. Well, yesterday wasnt one either, well it was till he found out that the lady he had been saving his extra silky ribbons and prettier flowers for was in fact in a relationship, or at least what looked like one. Today, he had gotten up earlier than expected, a minute before his alarm rang, which only added to his anger. Then the water ran out while showering, so he had to stumble out of the tub, eyes closed, trying to keep his eyes safe from the suds of his shampoo, almost tripping off what may have been his own pants. After that fiasco, he had missed the bus, which meant he was late, which meant he wasn't opening his flower shop, his pride and hardwork on time. But was he upset about that or the fact that since he was late, he wouldn't be able to see her today- wait why is he even thinking of her?
In midst of his crisis he missed someone standing in front of him and bumped into them, thanking God for his cat like reflexes as he balanced himself quickly, hands instinctively reaching to grab the hand of the falling individual, pulling them up into his chest.
Her forehead bumped against his chest, his arms secure around her waist, her own palms pressed against his warm chest, the sweater warm and fuzzy under her finger tips.
"S-sorry." peaking up through her lashes, her face flushed at the sight of his curious gaze. "It's alright" smiling down at her, suddenly his day turning a bit brighter, "No mask today ?"
"W-what? Oh, " her fingers instintively reaching to touch her lips, before nodding, "Yeah, I forgot...you're late today."ย  eyes meeting his once more, as he gave her an apologetic smile and nodded. Never had she been able to look at him up close, sure she had seen him work before, thats how she started to develope these feelings. The way he'd be so focused, his sharp gaze to the way the tip of his tongue would peak past his pouty lips, the way his hair would fall over his forehead, caressing his eyebrows-
"I leave for three minutes."
"Oh-"
In an instant the warmth around her was gone, much to her displeasure, he had moved back, hands at his sides, no longer holding her close, much to his own displeasure.
"Morning" Wooyoung cleared his throat, before taking a sip of his coffee, eyes on the man who was staring back at him. To her, it looked like a gentle stare, but Wooyoung could see the swirling emotions behind his dark orbs, the anger, the jealousy- oh he was going to have so much fun with this.
Clearing her throat, she turned to Wooyoung, "What are you doing here?" who smiled at her, one that anyone who didn't know him would feel was the most honest smile one could see, but she knew better. He was up to no good, as he walked up to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling hercloser, "Didn't we see you yesterday?"
San's eyes caught th visible the dicomfort that she displayed for a second, certain gears in his head working quick, fists clenching at his sides- this wasn't his matter, and Jongho had told him to stay away from this stuff or he would kick him out, this was a new start, and he wasn't going to ruin it.
"You did," averting his eyes from her face he eyed Wooyoung, scanning him, he was smaller than him, in stature and build, bet he was quicker than him though- no, he wasn't supposed to be thinking like this anymore.
"San...right?" her words catching him off guard, inhaling sharply he turned back to her with a smile, "Nodding, yes, San, Choi San." Noting how her she was mimicking a smile of her own, eyes swirling with untold stories, ones he'd love to hear, all the time.
"Wooyoung" he brought his hand forward, somewhat coming infront of her, much to San's displeasure, but he shook his hand nontheless, with a fake smile, before catching her eyes again, his fake smiling morphing into his dimpled one.
"Will you be coming in today?" he asked them, "Give me a minute I just have to open up-"
"N-no its okay, we were just passing by!" she cut him off, before looking at how the two idiots were still gripping onto each other's hands. Wooyoung was going to be the death of her.
Turning his head to look at her he nodded in understanding before he felt the idiot squeeze his hand,ย  only sparingย  him a glance then looking at their clasped hands, an awkward silence settling between the three.
"Umm..."
"Wooyoung."
With a firm nod he let go, smirking at the way the bigger male wiped his palm with his pants, trying to be oh so discreet about it.
"Good grip" was all he said before moving to Y/N, "Let's go, love." walking ahead as she sighed, wanting to smack him so hard right now. Turning to San she bowed politely, "I apologise, he can be a handful sometimes, it was nice seeing you."
She was almost a good foot away before he called out, "WAIT!" causing her to freeze in spot, whipping her head around to stare at him all doe-eyed, his heart hammering against his ribcage, demanding to leave with her, "I didn't catch your name..."
"That's because you never asked me, silly." chuckling at his curiosity veiled with his shy demeanour, "It's Y/N."
With that she was gone, running after the a**hole, according to San, who had noticed how he was making her uncomfortable by the passing minute. A part of him wanted to go and give him a good piece of his mind, but he knew not to, he had promised Jongho he wouldn't get into fights anymore, he wouldn't let the world write his story for him.
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"Having fun?" she hissed, entering his cubicle, noting howย  she was ignored. Her source of anger was glued to his desktop, glasses at the tip of his nose, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. Eyes skimming each word before him.
"Wooyoung I-"
Words pausing at the rude gesture, a finger pointed in the air as if asking her to shut up for a moment. Huffing, she stood there, leaning against the entrance of his cubicle, arms crossed as she looked around waiting for him to finish with his dramatics for a good twenty minutes.
"Aaaand done." twirling around in his swivel chair he stared at her, manspreading, "Yes, child."
"SIT PROPERLY!"
"YES MA'AM." fixing his posture in an instance he cleared his throat, sitting cross-legged watching her lean against his desk, eyes frantically darting from her face to the screen.
"Let's go, Love?" quirking a brow she asked, "Are you trying to ensure I have no shot with him?"
"Quite the opposite, stupid one, I'm trying to ensure you do."
"You got a shitty way of showing it."
Clicking his tongue he rolled his chair closer to his desk, smacking her knee, then pointing at th screen, "Look."
Rubbing her knee she stood up, turning to look at the screen, "What- oh my god, you're stalking him- Oh he looks cute her" her words rushing out before she could bite her tongue, earning a high pitched laugh from her friend.
"Stop" whining and covering her face with her hands she peeked through her fingers, watching him scroll through the florist's shop's social media account.
This was the most fun Wooyoung had had since highschool, it had been so long since he'd seen his oh so perfect friend a mess, sputtering nonsense. "My point is, he has no personal account, and this one is recent too, its only for the shop and considering he only has male staff- this other dude - man do all buff people have like this secret club-"
"Your point?"
"Yeah sorry, my point is that he has no lady in his life, so you've got a shot."
"And pretending that we are in a relationship is going to work how?"
"He's shy and you're hopeless at this, someone has to tip the scales and be pushed to make the first move- and we all know how your first moves involve stupidity."
"I regret knowing you for so long."
"Ooooh what are we discussing here?"
The two froze at the third, new voice entering the scene, "But, I feel like people who come in late should be more concered about their work, not Sannie's love life."
"Sannie?" the two squeaked but with different tones, with different intentions.
"Yes, Sannie, San, Choi San, man who is not part of your assignments for the week. Neither of yours." he stated as a matter of fact, slowly nudging Wooyoung's chair out of the way as he moved closer to the screen, "New account, huh..." scrolling down at an inhumane speed he hummed, "So, how's his shop?"
"Nice."
"Average."
"Wooyoung, you've never been there." She sighed at his comment, "It's not average, its very nice, its pretty and colourful."
"Wow, bet saying that would get you in his pants, huh?" Wooyoung mocked, rotating in his swivel chair, smirking at the sight of her tainted cheeks- perhaps he did want to show their boss, that he deserved the raise rather than her, or maybe just embarass her because it was fun, or just both.
Luckily for her Yunho had completely ignored thatย  statement, insteadย  turned around to her, "So, you're allergic to pollen and you still go to the shop?"
As embarrassing as it was, it was true, "Yes." mumbling she stared at her shoes, instantly glaring at Wooyoung who had whispered, "Simp".
"Does...he know?" Their boss inquired, before closing the tab and turned to face them completely.
"No! God no, he'd never let me in the shop if he did, I mean he seems like the caring type and-" her words came to a fault at the sight of the two men smirking at each other, cause her to whine and slap Wooyoung's shoulder.
"WHY ME?? HIT HIM TOO!"
"He's our boss."
Huffing she turned to look at Yunho who gave her a gentle smile, "You'reย  right, he is the caring type, but" his lips quirked downwards, something she noticed instantly,ย  "He's not s pet project, so is this a little crush or do you actually like him, which brings me to my next question, how could you like someone without even knowing their name?"
"I..."her words hugged the silence that came after, staring at her shoes then at Wooyoung for some help, but he looked at her with the same look her boss was giving her, she did like him, but she didn't know a lot about him either- well technically a while ago she didn't even know his name.ย  What if this was a meaningless crush? There was no guarantee that he felt the same way either, what if he thought she was some annoying, clingy customer that-
A gentle squeeze of her hand had her look up from the all too interesting floor, only to find Wooyoung standing right before her, giving her a small smile. He raised his hand, watching her flinch but he chuckled, "You're crying silly..." he whispered, the thumb of his free hand stroking her tear stained cheek, watching her let out a shaky sigh.
"I- I wont- I mean I-"
"He didn't mean it like that...he just wants you to be sure of your feelings...I think they were close friends." Smiling at her he made her sit down on his chair, "Don't worry, I get it, I've never seen my demon sent to me straight from hell cry for a guy, so you must really like him, we just gotta figure out a way for you to get to talk to each other without chickening out, yeah?"
She nodded only to look at the person who cleared their throat, Yunho, standing there awkwardly, "I uh...I was only kidding, I didn't doubt your intentions....but damn...who knew I'd see the employee of the month, the holder of Woo's reigns, end up crying all because of Sannie-"
"I hate you." She hissed, grabbing a tissue box and flinging it at him, only for Wooyoung to catch it mid air, "Holder of my reigns?" He turned to Yunho who shrugged, "It's a name that stuck, most of us did think you two were an item" the taller man shrugged before looking at her sitting there in self-doubt, making him feel worse, "I, I think Wooyoung should go on with his jealousy plan, if Sannie didn't have the slightest crush on you, he wouldn't have smiled at you like how Jongho told me he did."
"You spoke to Jongho about this?"
"Yeah, well he did talk about the way San was distracted at the gym thanks to your skirt-"
"Jongho also said get back to work and not waste the first half of the day playing matchmaker."
The three froze at the new tone, slowly turning to find the bear like man standing there with his arms crossed, shaking his head, "I'll count till ten"
"Oh I'll win because I'm already at my desk." Wooyoung smirked earning an eyeroll from Yunho and scoff from her, watching the two walk out as he stared at Jongho who was glaring back at him, "Is she serious about him? He's been through enough as it is, it took us some time to bring him back on track."
"She is. I- its actually the first time I've seen her act this way, the real question is, is your boy fixed enough to treat her right?"
"Guess that's something you'll have to check for yourself....you are her...boyfriend after all, even if a fake one." With that Jongho left the cubicle, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts, on one hand he was debating whether this interference was worth their time, but then again, he was right, he'd never seen her like this, not when he had confessed to her back in highschool and she had politely declined his offer, or when that guy in college asked her put publically- well, technically she had put him back in his place there and then and Wooyoung thanked God that he had the bestfriend privilege back in highschool too because if this is what she'd do to someone who tried to pressurise her due to the public presence even if she did once say this guy was cute- he'd hate to see how she'd deal with someone she disliked.
So, there were two questions that bothered him, was the flowerboy fixed enough to handle her? And did she now possesses the gentleness to handle delicate flowers?
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The bright and sociable guy, who talks to strangers as if they're old friends, happy to reconnect. Who smiles and laughs and jokes more often than not, radiating light into every room he's inโ€“ becoming its center. He'll genuinely listen to every word, and lace his with understanding and wit, because he loves to see and be seen.
But not with you. It gets too personal with you. No matter how much he tries, he can't shake the seriousness washing over him before you. He knows what makes him charming, knows how to work a roomโ€“ an auditoriumโ€“ but not you.
It makes you think he dislikes you, because why else would he switch up his brightness in your presence? Why else would he dim down as soon as you spoke to him? Your feelings are hurt and you try even harder, try to channel this unspoken enticement of his, hoping it'll do something.
Because disliking you is the only possible explanation for this.
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ever be standing at work listening to skz - โ€˜cover meโ€™ crying then immediately after you have to โ€œpop it like itโ€™s hotโ€ because ateez - โ€˜djangoโ€™ starts playing? me neither. ๐Ÿฅฒ
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