#wooyoung ff
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𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔
BadBoy!Wooyoung X masc!prep!reader
Summary: You have to say good bye to the boy who lit up your world.
WC: 2.2k
CW: Angst, crying, hugging, kissing, mentions of sex, homophobic time period (70s-80s)
AN: This hurt so bad to write, but I couldn't get it out of my head. Homophobia/transphobia is so fucking awful.
But I still hope you all find a way to enjoy my painful ideas. I'm gonna go lay down and cry now.
Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess @asjkdk
Late August is a time like none other, especially the summer after high school. It’s not quite Autumn but not quite Summer either. It’s warm enough to wear t-shirts and shorts, but not cold enough to wear sweaters and pants. The perfect temperature to just go enjoy life.
To drive down the highway with your friends right at sunset, when the sun’s almost disappeared behind the horizon line, and the gorgeous oranges and pinks are thrown across the skies like a desperate painter, stretching towards the growing, inky black night.
Laughing with your friends as you blast your music, singing along badly, laughing at how awful you all are, slapping each other’s arms.
It felt like how teen summer should be.
“We should stop by the drive-in!” One of your friends suggested. It was met with uproarious agreement, and that’s exactly where you ended up.
The car stopped under one of the awnings, and your friends all took turns clamoring to order their food. You elected to wait until they were done to place your order, deciding to avoid being talked over and misheard.
You learned your head against the cool glass of the car and looked around the drive-in. There were other groups of teenagers hanging out as well, in and around their cars. There were some families and couples as well, all laughing and having a good time.
Your eyes came back to the building, and your gaze landed on an all too familiar man.
Black slicked back hair, sunglasses on his head, eyes that could kill if they wanted to. He had not just his ears, but his eyebrow pierced too. He wore all black, with chains around his neck.
His black leather jacket sat on his shoulders as he leaned against the drive-in wall, a cigarette between his lips.
You gulped as your eyes ran over Wooyoung’s body. Your breath caught in your throat when his eyes landed on yours. He froze for a moment before he put out the cigarette. You felt your heart crack inside your chest.
“Hey man,” your friend nudged your shoulder. “What do you want?” The whole car was staring at you, waiting for your answer.
“Oh, I’m not very hungry,” you mumbled. “Just get me a drink.”
“Are you sure-Hey!”
Your friends called after you as you got out of the car, but you weren’t listening.
Wooyoung. One of the stereotypical “bad boys” of your high school. He skipped class, he broke the law. He wore black clothes, he wore chains, he flirted with all the girls in school.
And then there was you. A boy.
You didn’t care for Wooyoung. You kept up with your studies. You were productive, trying to do better for you and your classmates. You even considered running for student president, but you decided it was too stressful on top of everything else you were doing.
You’d flirted with a few girls in the school, kissed a few, but nothing ever clicked. Nothing felt like how all the books said it would, it never felt special like the movies showed.
Until you and Wooyoung were tangled up.
You never wanted anything to do with him. You didn’t dislike him, you two were just opposites. You cared about school and your future, and Wooyoung cared more about himself and his pleasures.
But if you didn’t care, then why did you get butterflies when you saw him? Why did your body get hot? Why did your heart flutter?
Why did you silently beg him to look up at you and shake the stray strands of hair out of his eyes to properly look at you before he’d give you a little smile and go on talking to his friends?
If you didn’t want Wooyoung, why did you two end up together after school in an empty classroom?
As you stood in front of him at the drive-in, with his head tilted back against the wall as he looked at you, you were thinking back to that moment.
You thought of the moment where Wooyoung trapped you against the classroom door and locked it, and his lips hovered over yours. You didn’t push him back. And when he kissed you, you kissed him back.
And fireworks exploded all around you. This was the moment. This was the magic moment when you realized why the girls never felt right. Your heart swelled and your limbs felt like jelly. You had to wrap your arms around Wooyoung to stay standing.
You whimpered when his hands locked around your waist and he pushed you further against the door, kissing you harder, deeper. It was Wooyoung’s magic moment too, and he never wanted it to end.
So all the uncomfortable feelings with every girl he fucked wasn’t supposed to happen? Sure, it felt good, but he thought that every uncomfortable feeling was supposed to be there. After all, isn’t sex for pleasure a sin? Of course it wouldn’t feel perfect.
But it did that day. It felt better than it ever did before. For both of you. Every kiss, every touch, it was euphoric. When Wooyoung kissed down your neck, he was lighting a fire in you. When his hands ran over your skin and gripped onto you, it was like he was meant to be there.
It could never have been one time. Not when the world felt right when you two were together.
The next thing you knew, you were sneaking out to meet up with Wooyoung. You’d walk down the street to where Wooyoung was waiting on his motorcycle for you. You’d sit behind him, hug him tight, and you two would disappear into the night.
You’d find some secluded place to divulge in your sinful fantasies all over again. Wooyoung’s house, a park, anywhere that you two were hidden from the hateful world.
Somewhere where Wooyoung’s lips could blissfully press against yours. Where your hands could run through his hair. Where you two could be one.
And when it was over, he held you. You laid on Wooyoung’s chest as he held you close. He’d rub your back as you two would recover. He’d make sure you were okay afterwards. He’d kiss over the hickies that you’d cover up tomorrow with your clothes.
It went on for months. Months that you’d secretly meet up with each other. Eventually, sex became a bonus instead of the main event. You both would just cuddle, and talk, and kiss. Laying in Wooyoung’s bed and just talking about anything with some kisses thrown in the mix.
Wooyoung wasn’t just a good for nothing, fucked up boy. That was part of him, but not all of him. He did care about more than himself, because he went out of his way to spend time with you. He picked you up, he took care of you, he listened to you.
He never smoked around you. He always put it out when he saw you.
He let you wear his jacket when you were cold.
He kissed your neck in the spot you liked. He held your hands when you were pinned under him.
One day, he even surprised you with flowers. Just like the books and movies promised someone like him would do.
But you weren’t in his arms right now. You weren’t all over his pretty lips. You hadn’t been in months.
Wooyoung finally lifted his head off the wall as he turned to you, pulling his hands from his pockets.
“Why’d you disappear?” He asked. You gulped nervously as you shifted around. You knew this was coming. “You ignored me at school. You never even gave me a chance.” He leaned a little closer as you looked down, not being able to look him in the eyes anymore.
Wooyoung looked around for a moment before he grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the wall of the drive-in, trapping you against the bricks and leaning close to you.
“I waited for an hour every night,” he growled, the smoke on his breath washing over your lips and going up into your nose. “Every goddamn night, I waited for you. And you didn’t give me anything.”
Your heart cracked in your chest again. Your nose burned as tears threatened to form in your eyes.
“Did you not want me anymore?” He continued, “Did you think that if you ignored me long enough, I’d disappear? That you could walk away from me?”
“You did it to every other girl in the school,” you shot back.
“But not with you.” Wooyoung’s eyes turned glassy as the snarl in his face disappeared. “Never with you, baby. I could never do that to you.”
The tears finally formed in your eyes as his words finally shattered your heart.
“I didn’t want to,” you breathed desperately, your chest heaving as you tried to keep the tears away.
“But you did.” Wooyoung swallowed back his tears as he gripped onto the wall beside your head. “But you left me and ignored me-”
“My parents found out,” you sobbed, the tears spilling down your cheeks.
Wooyoung’s face fell. His knees buckled and he nearly fell to the ground. His worst fear had come true. It’d been a theory he had from the moment you stopped seeing him and started ignoring him.
But he still prayed to the god who condemned him every night that it wasn’t that. That you just weren’t interested, that you didn’t want him. He could accept a taste of his own medicine, no matter how bitter it was or how long it took to swallow.
But knowing that it was unwilling, that you wanted to see him but couldn’t, drove a knife through his heart.
Wooyoung grabbed you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tighter than he ever had before. You hugged him back, trying to keep your sob quiet as you spilled them into his chest.
More than anything, you wanted to run away with Wooyoung. Forget everything and jump back on his motorcycle and disappear into the night like you’d done so many times before. To be happy with the only person who’d lit up your life forever.
But your parents were waiting for you the last time you were with Wooyoung. They knew you’d been sneaking out, and forced you to tell them where you were going.
They threatened to disown you if you kept seeing Wooyoung, that they wouldn’t help you go to college. They threatened to take away your whole life.
Unless you stopped seeing the man who made you happiest.
You hated it. You hated that you couldn’t have both. You cried into your pillow for hours. Guilt ate you alive every time you ignored Wooyoung at school.
But here you were. Crying in his arms because all you wanted was to be with him. And that’s all he wanted. To take you awake and keep you for himself.
“We can still leave,” Wooyoung whispered onto your hair. “We can run away.”
“No we can’t. I can’t.” You pulled back to look up at him. “I have my family, and school-”
“Your family doesn’t give a shit about you.” Wooyoung reached up and held your face, pulling your lips close to his. “If they loved you, they wouldn’t keep us apart.”
“Most of the world hates us, Wooyoung,” you protested as you leaned into his hand, relishing in the warmth.
“Not all of them do,” he murmured, leaning his forehead on yours. You closed your eyes as you did, and so did he, as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours in the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever given you.
It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your heart felt like it was being wrenched out of your chest. Your throat closed up and burned.
The last kiss you’d ever get from your lover.
You both reluctantly pulled away and looked at each other. Tears ran down both of your faces as your chests heaved.
There was only one ending to this story.
“I wanna be yours,” Wooyoung breathed against your lips, sniffling after. You nodded as you held his hand that was still holding your face.
“I do too.”
But you couldn’t. You couldn’t make it work. Not now. You both knew it.
So Wooyoung swallowed hard before he pressed another kiss to your forehead as he held your face in his hands. Another long, loving kiss, before he whispered onto your skin:
“In another life, sweetheart.”
You nodded as another wave of tears ran down your face. You held his face and kissed his cheek, inhaling the last of his familiar cigarette and cologne scent.
“In another life, Wooyoung.”
In another life, years from now. Your souls would hopefully find each other again.
And live the life you’re meant to live.
It took all the strength you could muster to pull out of his arms. Wooyoung almost didn’t let you go. He helped you wipe your tears before he finally took his hands off you for the last time.
Your skin screamed his name as you craved to be back in his arms. But you made yourself walk away. One step at a time.
You didn’t tell your friends what happened. You couldn’t.
You watched in agony as Wooyoung drove away on his motorcycle.
You’d never see him again.
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Jung Wooyoung : As Good As You Were (Part 1/4)
Pairing : Jung Woo-young (Ateez) and named character (Shin Naeun)
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Synopsis : Naeun saved wooyoung's family years ago by agreeing to hold up their failing company, in return for wooyoung's hand in marriage. She wanted a stable life, a loving husband, kids, and her work at the company as CEO. While wooyoung wanted to travel the world, fall in love with an artist somewhere and continue his career in photography. The corporate life was not for him. Until Naeun married him, shackling him into a life he had always hated, and so began wooyoung's hatred for his own wife. And three years later, it still continues.
But will it stay this way forever? Or will Naeun's love for wooyoung make him change?
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Naeun entered her house after having had a terrible day at work, feeling like she could fall on the floor right this second and go to sleep. She lazily took off her shoes, walking towards the living room as she almost flinched at the sight of wooyoung sitting on the couch with a blank face. Naeun frowned, turning on the lights as she asked
Naeun : why aren't you asleep yet, young-ah?
Wooyoung didn't even bother looking at his wife as he said in a low tone
Wooyoung : couldn't.
Naeun sat next to wooyoung on the couch, wooyoung immediately feeling annoyed and uncomfortable, which naeun noticed. It hurt her, as it always had for the past 3 years, but she could never blame wooyoung, not when she loved him with all her heart. This marriage of theirs was forged, forged for the sake of lifting wooyoung's family's company from it's ruins. And naeun had enough and more money and connections to make that possible. Hence why wooyoung's father offered naeun his son's hand in marriage, and she accepted it despite knowing how much wooyoung hated her. She didn't know why he hated her, but he always had.
Naeun : do you need help?
Wooyoung : no, just let me be.
Naeun looked away, wishing wooyoung would ask her to sleep with him someday in hopes to get rid of his insomnia. Knowing wooyoung's hate towards her, naeun had always kept her distance from wooyoung in order to not make him uncomfortable, and hence they had different rooms. Except wooyoung didn't know naeun would sneak into his room at night just to stare at him sleeping.
Naeun : I…I heard magnolia tea helps with insomnia-
Wooyoung : I don’t want your tea.
Naeun : well you don't have to have…mine. I can order it from some place outside or ask someone else to make it for you.
Wooyoung : at 2am?
Naeun : it doesn't matter to me if it's for you, wooyoung.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes, looking away as he said
Wooyoung : stop with all the façade, naeun-shi. I do not really care.
Naeun : it's not…never mind.
Wooyoung leaned against the sofa, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. Naeun looked at the man she could basically die for, wishing she could have what every other woman seemed to get from their partners, love, reassurance, or even just smiles.
Naeun : can you give me a hug?
Wooyoung opened his eyes at the absurd request, looking at naeun with a sharp gaze.
Naeun : n-no?
Wooyoung : what the hell are you-
Naeun : no I uh-it's fine, doesn't matter.
Naeun stood up from her place, picking her bag up as she whispered
Naeun : call me if you need anything, good night.
Naeun turned around and left, climbing up the stairs knowing wooyoung wouldn't say anything back to her. Every night for 3 years she had wished him goodnight and he would only look at her with an annoyed gaze, looking as if he wished she would disappear. And so she was used to it now, as she was to everything else.
Naeun plopped down on her bed with a shaky breath, not even bothering to change her clothes as she stared up at the ceiling. She ran her hands through the sheet around her, feeling it empty as it always had been for her. There was no one who had ever held her close, showered her with love or even told her some words of appreciation. She had been alone her entire life.
Naeun closed her eyes as she felt a tear escape from the corner of her eyes, scrunching the sheet with her hand as she tried going to sleep.
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Naeun walked down the stairs next morning, fixing her suit properly. She walked into the kitchen and noticed wooyoung cooking, knowing he was only cooking for himself as he always was. And so naeun opened the fridge, pulling out a cold salad as she picked up the spoon and started eating it quickly.
Wooyoung turned around, eyeing the cold salad with disappointed eyes as he asked
Wooyoung : what the fuck is that?
Naeun looked up at wooyoung, feeling a smile spread on her lips at his question. Wooyoung rarely ever asked her questions, she felt happy when he would so much as talk to her without her somehow forcing him to.
Naeun : cold salad!
Wooyoung didn't understand why naeun was feeling so cheerful about it.
Wooyoung : how the hell do you have that and be happy with it?
Naeun : I don't have food to enjoy it, I have food just so I can have energy and not die. It has no other value to me than that.
Wooyoung stared at naeun, not finding it normal for someone to not eat anything they actually liked despite being this rich.
Naeun : that's why I don't have a favorite food, it's all just bland to me.
Wooyoung stared at naeun as she smiled, going back to eating her food. Wooyoung sighed, turning around to his pancakes as he flipped them over. Shin naeun was more different than he thought she was.
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Naeun sighed as she leaned against the chair in her office, picking up her phone as she called up wooyoung. She always would, every single day, to make sure he was fine. Sometimes he picked up, sometimes he didn't. She wished he would today, her work was even more tiring this afternoon.
Wooyoung : what is it?
Naeun felt a smile spread on her lips at his voice as she asked her usual question
Naeun : did you have your lunch, woo?
Wooyoung : no.
Naeun : wooyoung-ah, it's 2pm, go have something to eat. It's unhealthy-
Wooyoung : I'll have it when I want to. Are you done?
Naeun : don't you…wanna know if I ate?
Wooyoung : what difference does that make to me?
Naeun sighed, tapping her heels under the table as she said
Naeun : okay then. Have a good day at work! I'll see you back at home.
Wooyoung cut the call without saying anything more, making naeun let out a breath as she kept the phone away. She wished someone cared. Just as she was about to go back to work, the door opened, revealing her mother-in-law. Naeun's eyes widened as she stood up, bowing.
Naeun : eomma, hello. I didn't realize you'd be visiting today.
Wooyoung's mother chuckled and entered the room, closing the door behind her as she said
Mrs jung : aigoo, you're my daughter, you don't have to be so formal. Sit back down, I've brought you your favorite.
Naeun : kimchi rice?
Mrs jung : indeed.
She placed the packet on the desk before sitting opposite naeun, opening the packet for her with a smile.
Mrs jung : was that wooyoung on the phone?
Naeun : it was.
Mrs jung : let me guess, you called him first again.
Naeun smiled, mumbling a thank you as she started eating the rice. She didn't have a favorite food and found all food mostly bland, but since she noticed eating her food made wooyoung's mother happy, naeun ate it obediently.
Mrs jung : when are you going to tell him what you feel, naeun-ah.
Naeun : he probably already knows, eomma.
Mrs jung : then why isn't he saying anything?
Naeun : because he has nothing to say. Your son doesn't really love me, eomma, it's already known. He's just doing all this because he has to.
Mrs jung : you deserve so much better.
Naeun : I don't want anything better, I love your son. Whether he loves me or not, it doesn't matter to me.
Wooyoung's mother smiled and was about to say something when she paused, coughing hard. Naeun looked up from her food, eyeing her mother-in-law worriedly.
Naeun : eomma? Are you-
Naeun cut herself off as she saw mrs jung's eyes slowly closing, making naeun stand up as she rushed to her mother-in-law's side.
Naeun : oh no no, no don't close your eyes.
But it was too late, she had already gone unconscious.
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Wooyoung rushed into the hospital, panting as he stopped right in front of the emergency room. Wooyoung was about to push the door open when he felt someone hold his arm, pulling him back.
Wooyoung : let me go!
Naeun : no, you can't enter right now, wooyoung. Please, wait for a while.
Wooyoung breathed heavily, glaring at naeun before asking in a harsh tone
Wooyoung : did you do something to her?
Naeun looked at wooyoung with hurt eyes, taking her hand away from wooyoung's as she said
Naeun : wooyoung. How could I ever.
Wooyoung : how would I know, hmm? You married me when I didn't want to, you forced us together. How would I know the other things you must be capable of?
Naeun : stop.
Wooyoung : she was with you last, wasn't she?
Naeun : wooyoung! I've only ever cared for you and loved you even when I was at my worst. For you to think that I would ever do something to harm your own mother!
Wooyoung : I do not trust you, shin naeun.
Naeun : then don't!
Wooyoung stared at naeun as she looked away, clenching her hands as she said
Naeun : it's not like you've ever trusted me in the first place. You've never loved me, never cared for me, never so much as talked to me. Every single time I try to, you look at me with those eyes of yours, the one that makes me feel like shit. I'm trying, wooyoung, I'm fucking trying even when I can't anymore.
Wooyoung : and that's my fault? You wouldn't have had to try so hard if you didn't fucking marry me!
Naeun : I didn't have a choice, wooyoung! Your company-
Wooyoung : I do not fucking care about that company, let it burn to hell for all I care!
Naeun : I-
Wooyoung : god just stop talking for fuck's sake. I'm tired of your bullshit, naeun, fucking done and tired. At this point I wish I would've just gone bankrupt years ago.
Naeun flinched at that, wondering whether she was that bad. So bad to the point it was better going bankrupt than being with her.
She looked up as she heard the door opening, a few doctors stepping out as wooyoung rushed to them, asking questions. As soon as naeun heard the fact that her mother-in-law was okay, she turned around, walking out of the hospital without saying anything more.
She shut the car door behind her, putting her hands on the steering wheel as she banged her head against it with a small sob.
Why was it so hard for someone to love her? Why was she the only one who kept trying?
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Wooyoung looked up as he heard his mother groan, quickly holding her hand in his as he whispered
Wooyoung : eomma?
Mrs jung : son.
Wooyoung : are you alright? Should I call the doctor-
Mrs jung : no, no I'm fine. Where's naeun?
Wooyoung : I don't know.
Mrs jung : wooyoung, she's your wife.
Wooyoung : she left, eomma. I didn't have time to find her out while you were lying here.
Mrs jung : did you tell her something?
Wooyoung : no.
Mrs jung : don't lie to me.
Wooyoung sighed as he said
Wooyoung : fine, I did. I asked her whether she did something to you, whether that was the reason you were here. Among…many other things.
Wooyoung's mother let out a disappointed scoff, taking her hand away from wooyoung's as she said
Mrs jung : do you ever not feel ashamed, wooyoung? Not once? For how you're treating that poor woman?
Wooyoung : poor woman? Eomma, she forced me to marry her, do you not remember? I wanted to travel the world, continue my career as a photographer. Instead she married me, shackled me to that stupid company that I wanted to escape from and ruined my dreams. You want me to treat her as a princess for all that she has done?
Mrs jung : she married you to save our family name-
Wooyoung : I didn't want that, eomma. I told her I didn't need it, and yet she went along with it anyway.
Mrs jung : that was your father's choice, wooyoung, not hers. He asked her to marry you in return for her resources.
Wooyoung : she could've declined that offer, she had a choice too. Instead she was selfish and took the wrong one.
Mrs jung : I will never win with you, my son. Only you can tell yourself what's right and what's not. I've tried, for years I've tried to tell you to value your wife and love her while you can. One day, you'll lose her and you'll regret everything. And then you'll come to me, crying and begging for the forgiveness that is not mine to give. And when that day comes, I'll know I've lost not only my daughter, but also my son.
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Wooyoung walked into the living room hours later after having made sure his mother was taken care of at the hospital, realizing that naeun was lying fast asleep on one of the sofas, her figure looking uncomfortable and her work clothes still not changed. Her face was red, she had cried. And after all that, she was still waiting for him?
"One day, you'll lose her and you'll regret everything. And then you'll come to me, crying and begging for the forgiveness that is not mine to give"
Wooyoung walked closer to her, kneeling on the floor as he stared at her. He could still never wrap his head around as to why naeun had agreed to help someone like him, her family had no ties of connection to his, and he didn't even know naeun until the day she offered to help them. Why then…why did she help them then?
Naeun : wooyoung?
Wooyoung flinched as he realized naeun was now awake, her slowly sitting up on the sofa with sleepy red eyes. Wooyoung opened his mouth and was about to say something when she quickly said
Naeun : I'm sorry.
Wooyoung : what?
Naeun : for what I said today afternoon, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said things like that to you when your mom was lying in the hospital. Your eyes they're…they're beautiful. And when you look at me, no matter how your eyes are or-or whatever I still love it. I didn't mean what I said, so please don't stop looking at me. I'm so sorry.
Wooyoung felt his heart drop at how naeun sounded, a wife was begging her husband to so much as look at her? All naeun said today afternoon was true, all of this was wooyoung's fault. It was him who hadn't loved her, trusted her or cared for her even when she'd given her entire life to him. It was him who should be apologizing, instead she was doing it.
Wooyoung : naeun, you don't have to be sorry.
Naeun looked visibly taken aback.
Wooyoung : none of this is your fault, I shouldn't have talked to you like that.
Naeun : um, what?
Wooyoung : what you said was true, I haven't been a husband to you at all, let alone a good one. While you've done your duties the best as you can in return for nothing. You should never have to apologize to me, naeun.
Naeun : I didn't do those things out of the duty for you, wooyoung, I did it because of love. Because I love you.
Wooyoung felt the breath leave his body, his eyes wide. He could utter nothing, she had never told him she loved him like this, although he almost always knew.
Naeun : I have always loved you, since the second I married you. I offered that…that help out of the love for you. And I agreed to marry you for the same reason. And I thought maybe after we married and spent some time together you'd love me too but I suppose I wasn't good enough for that-
Wooyoung : how could you love someone like me? When I've given you nothing-
Naeun : if you love someone because of what they give you then that isn't really love, wooyoung. What I have for you is immaterial, you don't have to give me anything for me to love you. Ever, this isn't a business deal.
Wooyoung pressed his lips together, his eyes lowering not knowing what to say. Naeun sighed, patting wooyoung's back as she said
Naeun : it's okay, you don't really have to say anything to me, young-ah. I know that you feel nothing of that towards me, and I am fine with that. As long as I can love you, I'm okay with you not loving me the same.
Naeun stood up as wooyoung watched his wife walk away to her room, her figure slouched from how tired she was and the bad position she had been sleeping in. wooyoung let out a shaky breath, falling back against the sofa as he shut his eyes.
She deserved much better, maybe he should just become better? Maybe he should just give her a chance?
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⠀ㅤᓭི༏ᓯྀㅤ ㅤㅤ𓂂⠀ Bonnie & Clyde ! — jung wooyoung « 𝟤.𝟤𝗄 »
★ ! 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 · we don't need money to feel good cause you're the ridе or die, the rest of my lifе. don’t need a party to feel high. We're like the modern version of bonnie and clyde.
★ ! 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 · criminal!wooyoung x criminal!reader
★ ! 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 · angst, fluff, bonnie & clyde au!
★ ! 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 · robbery, murder, suggestive hints toward intimate themes.
In the flickering neon red light, you could barely see him. But you could make out the smell of his cologne. A hint of something exotic, like cardamom and cedar. The smell filled the room, and you took it in deeply, letting it permeate your soul. You'd missed that smell.
"You're late," you say to him as he steps through the mist into the center of the room. The neon lights cast a red hue across his face and body, and reflected in his eyes.
"I am never late. I arrive exactly when I mean to," he replies, flashing a smirk. "Well, you are later than I would have liked," you say, blowing out the smoke of your cigarette into his face.
"Yes, but the night is still young," you roll your eyes at his statement as you stand, putting out the cigarette. You walk around him in a slow circle, assessing his body and form, stopping in front of him and looking him directly in the eye, "I guess the night is still young."
His hands reach out and wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you against his body. "I missed you," he tells you before bringing his lips to your neck. You tilt your head back, allowing him access. "Did you?"
"Yes, you know I did," his lips trail up your neck to your jawline. His hands slide down your body, coming to rest on your ass.
"And what exactly did you miss?" you ask him, placing your hand on his cheek. He stops his kissing and stares into your eyes, "You, the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin against mine, the sound of your voice, and the way you say my name."
“You mean like this? Wooyoung, Woo-yung-ah," you say, dragging out the syllables. He groans and leans in, kissing you deeply. Your lips are soft and supple against his. He pulls away from the kiss, his lips inches away from yours. You close the gap between them, kissing him again. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to the bed and places you gently down on it.
"I missed the feeling of you," he says, his hand resting on your hip. "Did you?"
"Mmmm-hmmm." He kisses you again, more deeply, his hand trailing up your stomach, to the edge of your dress. His fingers dance along the hem before slipping underneath the fabric. You grab his hand as you pull away. “Not so fast," you say with a smirk. "I've waited all day for this. For you."
"And now you must wait a little longer," you say, caressing his lower lip with your thumb as he rolls his eyes, kissing the inside of your wrists softly. "Tease," you chuckle. "You love it," he smirks, kissing your hands as he looks into your eyes. "I love you."
"I know." You look at each other for a moment, both smiling. You've known each other for years. You've been friends/secret lovers for years. But this, this was something else. “We have something to do first, remember?” He rolls his eyes. "Right. Business."
"Business," you say, walking to the table you were sitting at earlier. You sit down, cross your legs, and light up another cigarette. "So, what have you got for me?" He asks, taking the seat across from you.
"The layout of the place," you say, sliding him a piece of paper. "You've already been there?" He smirks and nods. "I have."
"And what do we have waiting for us there?"
"Three guards, all armed," you say, sliding him a photo you took. He hums, assessing the photo. "With?" You slide him another photo of the guard, holding what looks to be a pistol. "Pistols. Two .45's and a 9mm. Standard issue."
"And how will we deal with these guards?" You smirk, sitting back in your chair as you blow smoke from your cigarette. "How would you like us to?"
"Take them out as quietly as possible."
"And why would I want to do that?" You ask him, a mischievous grin on your face. "Because we need to keep things quiet, and not draw any attention." He hums and taps his nails on the table. "And why would I want to keep things quiet and not draw any attention? You know I'm all for the thrills and chase,” you say, standing up. He smirks.
"I know. I'm just asking." You walk over to him, placing your cigarette between his lips. He takes a drag before passing it back. You smile and take the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray.
"So what do I have in it for me if I keep things quiet and not draw any attention?" He smiles a wicked smile. "Whatever you desire." You bite your lip, staring at him. "Oh, I like the sound of that. But I'm not sure you'll be able to live up to it." He raises an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Hmmmm. Maybe. I'll think about it." You turn and start to walk away. He reaches out, grabs your arm, and spins you around, kissing you passionately. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pull away slightly, your noses touching. "Well, I guess that'll do for now."
"For now." He replies, kissing you again. You kiss him back, before pulling away, "You know, you're not half bad." "Not half bad? What kind of review is that?" He says, pretending to be offended. “A good one. An honest one.”
"Oh really, only good, not great?" You chuckle, shaking your head as you trail your fingers across his jaw. "Mmmm... maybe, depends on how tomorrow goes." He raises a brow playfully. "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow." You say, winking at him. "Fine. Tomorrow." He says, releasing you from his grip. You smile, running your hands over his shoulders, and fixing his jacket. "Now, go get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am."
"And don't call me that." You say, pushing him playfully. "Alright, alright." He says, chuckling, walking to the door. "See you tomorrow, then."
"Until tomorrow." You say, watching him leave. "Tomorrow." The door closed behind him, and you walked to the bed, falling onto it. You had a lot to prepare for tomorrow and not a lot of time.
By the time you pulled up to the building the next day, the sun had already begun setting over the horizon. The biggest heist was just about to begin.
"Ready?" He asked you. You smiled and nodded, pulling out your weapons.
"Always." You said with a wink, getting out of the car and making your way over to the front door. With a smirk, you kicked the door open and started firing.
It didn't take long before the first two guards were dead. You made your way deeper into the building and were just about to make your move when you felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of your head.
“Two-timer, huh?" you say, turning around slowly, your hands raised. You smile as you come face to face with the third guard. "I'd prefer, 'loyal to the job.'"
"Loyalty is such a funny word especially when you say you’d help us with our plans," you say, tilting your head to examine him. Three things you notice: the twitching of his eye, his unsteady hand, and the way his mouth turns into a grimace.
"Plans change," he says, barely keeping eye contact with you. "Mine didn't," you say, smirking at him as you take a few steps back before popping one in his head.
You hear the sound of the bullet ricochet off the wall. The man falls to the floor, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead. You walk over to the fallen man, taking his gun from his limp hand.
“Backstabbing asshole,” you say, fixing your lipstick in the glossy reflection of his blood. You stand before continuing the job you're there for. You walk through the halls of the bank, stopping at the door at the end. You kick it open, a wicked smile on your face.
"You're late," Wooyoung says, looking at you.
"I'm always early, you're just punctual. Plus had to take out a rat. You wouldn’t want us to get caught, would you?" you say, smiling, your makeup still looking good regardless of the blood splatter on your cheek.
"Of course not," he says, standing up, walking over to you. He looks down at the blood splatter on your cheek, reaching out, he wipes it off with his thumb.
"Thank you," you say, looking into his eyes. "No problem," he replies, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. You smile and nod, pulling away.
"We've got work to do," you say, walking past him into the vault. You make your way to the main depository, stopping in front of the huge safe. "Alright, let's see what we've got here."
"What do you think? Should we blow it?" Wooyoung asks, examining the lock. "I don't know. Seems like a waste of good explosives," you say, tapping your nail on the metal.
"How about this? We pick the lock, then rig the explosives, so that if anyone comes after us, we can blow it," you suggest. He nods, "I like it."
"I thought you might," he says, kneeling in front of the safe. He pulls a set of tools from his jacket pocket and begins working on the lock. You watch him as he works, his hands moving quickly and efficiently.
You can't help but admire his skills. He's always been good with his hands. Even when he wasn’t picking locks, his hands were good with other things too.
"You're staring," he says, not even looking at you. "Am not," you say, leaning against the wall beside him. "Are too."
"Well, are you going to crack this safe or are we going to keep bickering like a married couple?" you ask as he chuckles. "Patience is a virtue, my dear," he says, not missing a beat.
"You know I've never been the patient type."
"Oh, I know," he says, a smile on his lips. You sit in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the clicking of the lock and the occasional humming from you.
Finally, the door opens, and the contents are revealed. "Wow," you say, stepping into the safe. There are stacks of money, gold bars, and jewels. It's enough to set you up for life.
"I knew there was a reason I was keeping you around."
"And here I thought it was because you liked me," he says, putting away his tools. You smirk and turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, "There's that too."
"Is that right?"
"It is." You lean in and kiss him deeply. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. The kiss is passionate, full of desire and longing. When you finally pull away, you're both breathless. "You're good at that."
"You're not so bad yourself," he says, a smile on his lips. You chuckle, patting his cheek. “Let’s get these explosives set up and the money out of here before the cops show up.”
"Aye, aye, Captain," he says, mock saluting you. You roll your eyes and shake your head, "Let's just get this done."
"Aye, aye." They set up the explosives, rigging them to blow if anyone tries to come after them. Once the explosives are set, they start loading the cash and valuables into their getaway vehicle. As they load the final bag into the back, the sirens get louder and louder.
"That's our cue," Wooyoung says, getting into the car. You get in and close the door. "Let's get the hell out of here."
"Aye, aye, Captain," he says, speeding away from the bank. The sound of sirens fills the air, and you know you're in for a wild ride.
The police are in hot pursuit of them. Their sirens wailing, the red and blue lights flashing. The car careens around corners, swerving through traffic. The cops are gaining on them, and it's not looking good.
"Hold on tight," Wooyoung says, pressing his foot down on the accelerator. The car picks up speed, but the cops are still on their tail.
"They're not going to stop, are they?" you chuckle, shaking your head. “Nope,” you say as you lean out the window firing off shots at the cops.
"They're not," he says, pushing the car even faster. The sound of the sirens is getting closer and closer. "We've got to lose them."
"I'm working on it," he grunts. "Work faster." He takes a sharp turn down a side street, the tires squealing. The car fishtails, but he manages to regain control.
"I've always liked a challenge," you say, reloading your gun. "Good, because this is about to get even more interesting," he says, a smile on his lips. "Oh yeah? How so?"
"We're going to jump the bridge," he says, his eyes glinting mischievously. Your eyes widen as you look at him, noticing the smirk on his lips.
"Jump the bridge? Are you kidding me?" you exclaim, staring at him. He just laughs and continues speeding down the road. The sound of the sirens is still blaring, and the cops are close behind.
"Crazy? Maybe. But we're gonna make it. Just hold on tight and trust me," he says. You let out a chuckle, rolling your eyes. "If we die, I'm going to haunt your ass."
"Deal," he says, speeding up, the car roaring as he pushes it to its limits.
The sound of the engine and the wind in your hair is exhilarating. You can't believe you're doing this, but you know if there's anyone who can get you out of this alive, it's Wooyoung.
They reach the bridge, the car careening towards the edge. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Wooyoung floors the gas pedal, and the car launches off the bridge, flying through the air.
"WOOYOUNG!" you scream as you plummet towards the water below. The sound of your heart pounding is deafening, and you can barely hear anything else. The air rushes by you, and you feel weightless, suspended in time and space. It's an incredible feeling.
"Told you we'd make it," Wooyoung says with a smirk. "Shut up and drive." You race down the highway, leaving the cops in the dust.
"This is why I keep you around. Because you're crazy just like me,” you say, looking out the window to see the cops didn't follow you over the bridge.
"And here I thought it was because of my stunning personality and dashing good looks," he says with a wink.
"Keep dreaming, sweetheart," you say, playfully shoving him. "So what's the plan now? We're not heading back to the hideout, are we?"
"Nope. We're going somewhere a little more...private."
"Oh yeah? And where might that be?"
"It's a surprise," he says with a grin. "I love surprises."
"I know you do."
You continue driving until you arrive at a secluded lake house. It's beautiful and peaceful, and the perfect place to relax after a successful heist.
"Welcome to our temporary home," he says, getting out of the car. "This is perfect," you say, looking around. The view is incredible, and the house is secluded enough to allow you to relax and enjoy each other's company without worry.
"Only the best for my girl," he says, kissing your forehead. "And only the best for you." You spend the rest of the night celebrating your success. You drink and dance and make love under the stars.
You wake up surrounded by money and rose petals. Him lying beside you asleep. You chuckle as you reach out to grab a stack of bills, counting them.
"You're not thinking of leaving me, are you?" He asks sleepily.
"Why would I ever leave someone who keeps me this rich and happy," you say with a chuckle, kissing him softly. "Good. Because I'd hate to have to hunt you down," he says, smiling as he kisses you again.
"You couldn't hunt me down if you tried."
"Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe." He pulls you closer, his lips trailing along your neck. "Don't think you can seduce your way out of this one," you say, sighing as he kisses your neck. "Is it working?"
"Maybe." You chuckle softly. The sun is rising over the lake, bathing everything in a soft golden light. You're wrapped up in each other's arms, your bodies tangled together. It's a perfect moment.
"So, what's next?" You ask, playing with the rose petals. "Whatever we want. The world is our oyster," he says which has you rolling your eyes playfully. "You always say that."
"And it's always true." You lay there, watching the sunrise and enjoying each other's company. You don't have a care in the world.
You are living your life, the way you want to. You are young, and you are reckless, and very much in love. Nothing can stop you.
"I love you, you know that?" He says kissing you as you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. “I know. I love you too."
"Good. Now come here." He says, pulling you on top of him, the money and rose petals falling onto the floor.
The morning sun shines brightly through the windows, bathing everything in a warm glow. You make love, and laugh, and revel in the joy of being alive. Nothing can stop you.
Not the law, not society, not even death.
You're invincible, and you're going to live your life the way you want to, damn the consequences.
NEWS REPORT: Still at large are the notorious criminal lovers, Jung Wooyoung and Y/n Y/l/n. These two are believed to be responsible for the recent string of high-profile bank robberies. Authorities are urging the public to contact the police if they have any information about the couple's whereabouts. The news broadcast ended as the picture of the two lovers, standing outside the bank flashed on the screen alongside their mugshots.
"Look at us. We're famous." You say with a chuckle as you turn to face him. "Yeah, they sure are painting us as the villains." He says as you roll your eyes. "Well, we are criminals."
"True. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Me neither." You say, kissing him deeply. "Now, where were we?"
"Right about here." He says, kissing you again. You spend the rest of the day basking in each other's company, planning your next heist.
You knew nothing could stop you. Except for maybe the Feds. And even then, you'll go down fighting. For you are the wild ones, and you'll never stop being wild. Because nothing can stop the modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.
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Jealously at hand
{Wooyoung x Reader}
Genre: Smut, jealousy, Fingering (f. Receiving), Petnames (babe), squirting
Wordcount: 2,4k
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"By the way from all the kpop idols you stan, which one has the most attractive hands in your opinion?" You ask your best friend over the phone.
"I don't know they all kind of have sexy hands, I haven't really thought about it." Your best friend replies in a thoughtful voice.
You look over to your boyfriend who's currently on his laptop checking tracks for the upcoming album.
"If I'm being honest I think my favorite hands of all my biases are Hyunjins, I mean have you seen his hands??" You tell her quietly looking over to Wooyoung in hopes he didn't hear you.
His hands stopped in their tracks for a second before he kept on typing.
Phew he didn't hear me... thank god he's wearing headphones!
"If Wooyoung hears you, you're done for you know that right?" Your best friend asks you a little worried.
You laugh. "He's wearing headphones so I'm all good." You steal another glance at Wooyoung who's stretching his neck now.
He's annoyed you think to yourself.
You tone down your voice a little just to be sure as you walk towards the living room. "You know what I also found out? Someone from Stray kids said the hand is XL but the phone is XS! So imagine how big his H-" before you can finish your sentence, your phone gets ripped out of your hands.
"Woo-" you start but Wooyoung interrupts you by shushing you.
"Ha-ri, Y/n will call you back later." You watch as he ends the call right before you.
You look down to the floor, questioning how much he could've possibly heard. You feel his index finger and thumb on your chin, when he lifts your head to make you look at him.
When your eyes connect, you're met with his piercing and fierce gaze. "what were you taking about princess?"
Your eyes go big and you gulp. "Just normal
girl talk..." His left hand softly strokes over your cheek, but his gaze is still burning a hole through you.
"Girl Talk? You know I get jealous easily, so I don‘t really like you talking about other mens hands." His one eyebrow raises a little and the corner of his mouth pulls up a little.
I'm in danger! You think to yourself as you're taking a step back.
Wooyoung follows you instantly, his smirk is getting even bigger now. Like a hunter that cornered his prey and is just waiting for his final attack.
You can feel your heart racing, and your palms getting sweaty.
"Why do you love Hyunjin's hands?" His voice sounds calm with a hint of humor in it, but you know better he's a Demon and everything you will say will add to your punishment.
Wooyoung gets closer to you and rests his hands on either sides of your shoulder, and pushes you lightly till your back softly collides with the wall. "Answer me Princess." His smirk is evil now, and his gaze is dark and unreadable.
"I-" you begin but he cuts you off by speaking up.
"I'll show you all about my hands Princess, you won't consider to even look at any other guys hands ever again." His left index finger starts tracing over your collarbone softly leaving a burning trail on your skin where he touches you.
Your eyes follow his movements carefully, taking in every little movement like a cat on the hunt that targets its prey. Heat rises inside of you, as your thoughts spiral in your mind like a tornado. Each little touch seems to ignite the fire within you even more, setting you on fire as little goosebumps appear wherever he touches you.
Taking all your braveness together you lift your eyes to look your boyfriend in the eyes, just to find him already staring down at you with a wicked smirk. You know how to push his buttons too well, and you wouldn't be you if you didn't make use of that ability.
A big smirk plasters on your lips as you trace your fingertips down his arms, slowly and softly following the prominent veins down his arm. His muscles tense under your fingertips slightly "And what if you can't convince me babe?" you see that spark you've been dying to see for awhile now and in this moment you know you have him right where would want him to be.
His eyes fall down to your plump lips for a second before he fixates his gaze back to your eyes. He lets out a low Chuckle that almost seems like a growl while his right hand softly takes a hold of your wrists. "Wanna bet?"
Before you know what's happening his lips crash on yours in a passionate kiss, and you find your hands trapped above your head pinned down by Wooyoung's strong iron grip. This for sure would leave a mark, but hell you wouldn't mind it just now.
His left hand grips one of your wrists and while deepening the kiss, wooyoung lays your hands behind his neck and breaks the kiss for a second. "Up" you do as you're told and shortly after you find yourself hanging on your boyfriend, his hands on your ass holding you in position.
Wooyoung makes his way to your shared bedroom, setting you down softly on your king-size bed. After removing his shirt and pants, he kneels down before you only in his boxershorts, his broad shoulders and abs illuminated softly by the setting sun outside of the massive window. He and looks up at you while his fingers softly trail up your leg. Once his hot gaze meets yours again he squishes your upper leg, and causes you to jump in surprise. His gaze connects with yours hot and mad at the same time "explain." He orders you in a firm voice.
"Woo-" His gaze stops you from continuing. But after a second you try again, knowing he won't stop till he knows it all. "Babe, it was just a girl talk."
Wooyoung let's out a Chuckle and leans before you, his left hand still drawing circles on your tigh while his right arm traps you. His face is only mere inches away from you, and his hot gaze and breath on your face threatens to take all your sanity restly.
His left hand wanders up your body and finds its way to the strap of your dress, where he plays with it softly while a dark smirk plays on his lips. "What do you love about his hands so much?"
You take a deep breath. "They're long-" your breath hitches when wooyoung slides down your straps, and your dress pools down at your hips.
His brow arches up, and his jaw tenses. "Anything more?" He asks while trailing down his index finger between the middle part of your bra down to your stomach.
Your eyes fixate from his firm arms and the veins that pop out, and travel over his hand till you finally focus on his finger that makes its way down down down to the hem of the dress.
His voice now low and hot against your ear. "Eyes up here Princess." Your head snaps up and he lets out a huff that sounds almost like a breathless laugh, and leaves a soft kiss on your ear and neck. "You're tempting me, but you won't get away this easy. Keep going, what else?"
When he looks at you again, you remember his question through your hazy mind. "They're skinny..." you explain more and he nods his head. Once again he squeezes your thighs and makes you jump, he reacts quickly and pushes the dress over your ass and down your legs in a soft motion.
When he looks up at you again, his eyes are filled with pure fire. "Anything else princess?"
Not sure if you should fire his jealousy much more you take a deep breath and gulp.
"H-his hands are veiny" You stutter staring down at your boyfriend. He starts laughing while his fingers softly graze over your panties, causing you to gasp and squirm under his light touch.
His fingers find their way to the rim of your panties, where he takes a hold of it. "Wearing my favorite color I see" wooyoung says with a dark smirk, as his finger traces along the soft fabric, that covers your dripping core. When he looks at you again his tongue peaks out from the corner of his mouth slowly sliding over his bottom lip.
You feel a bolt of electricity jolt through you accompanied by a tight tug in a certain lower area of your body causing you to try and close your legs. "Don't even try, look at me." He orders you in a voice that causes you to push your hips forward a slight bit.
Following his order you look down to see his vibrant Red hair that frames his sharp features, and his piercing brown eyes that stare up at you. "Look at my hands." He orders.
You do as you're told and cautiously look down his vainy arms that flexes with force, in the very next second your red lacy panties are nothing more than a sad ripped piece of fabric that sits on top of your removed dress. "Hey! Those were my favorites!" You exclaim slightly annoyed by your boyfriends destroying spee as you feel yourself clench around nothing, being even more annoyed that you love his roughness.
Wooyoung quickly gets up and in an instant he towers over you. Your back collides with the soft mattress under you and you find yourself Trapped between the bed and his strong arms, his thumb softly glides over your bottom lip that parts instantly.
His eyes travel back from your lips all the way up to your eyes. Leaning down close to your ear, you feel his warm breath on your ear and neck. "Those sexy panties of yours won't be the only thing I'm gonna break tonight darling." He whispers in your ear with a raspy voice, and in the very next second his lips crash on yours in a passionate kiss once again.
Your hands snake their way from his firm shoulders into his soft hair, where you give them a slight tug. Knowing this drives your boyfriend crazy you can feel his body heavenly pressing down on you even more, his clothed hardness pressing up to you with each rock of his hips. A deep moan leaves him as his teeth softly take ahold of your bottom lip asking for entrance.
You Instantly allow him access, and feel his tongue enter your mouth eagerly in a battle of dominance. One of his hands finds your cheek which he softly caresses, while his other hand makes its burning path down your body.
Promoting himself on his one elbow he doesn't break the heated kiss, when his right hand softly travels down your neck to your breasts, where his thumb and index finger take a hold of one of your nipples and pinches it. You let out a breathy moan while your back arches at the intensity of his touch.
"W-wooyoung" you whimper breathlessly when his full lips move to your neck and play with your sweet spot leaving purple Marks everywhere his lips connect with your skin. "You're mine. Only mine." He growls at you and you whine.
His hot kisses trail down your neck and once he reaches your breast, his mouth instantly cups your other breast, his tongue flicking your hard nipple roughly eliciting another moan to leave your lips. His free hand travels further down your stomach, drawing soft circles on your lower abdomen.
"W-woyoung please!" You cry out, feeling more and more worked up with every slight move of his lips and each flick of his tongue.
"Please what babe?" He says against the soft skin of your stomach while his nose draws the line his hand did preciously.
"Pl-" your words get stuck in your throat when his fingers glide over your folds, collecting your wetness and parting them in the process making your hips stutter.
Wooyoung places soft kisses around your bellybutton as his thumb starts to softly circle your clit. Once again your hands wander to his hair, pulling them tightly, a desperate whine leaving your lips while his left hand spreads your legs even further apart.
You can feel his smirk against your stomach grow big when one of his fingers enters you, and you start to moan his name.
His finger pumps into you at a ruff speed, making your heart race, and your thoughts vanish.
Wooyoung lifts his head and stares up
Into your eyes, the intensity and fire in them making you shiver and clench around his finger. "Already so wet for me, and we haven't even started." He says in a raspy voice, his tongue gliding over his lips in a dark and seductive way.
Before you can respond a second finger enters you making you arch your back when he curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting that spot that makes your brain dizzy and moan his name
with each thrust of his strong fingers into you.
"Could his hands do the same?" He asks in a firm and demanding voice.
Taking your last working braincells together, and feeling your climax racing at you in top speed, you answer him breathless. "N-no only you!"
Wooyoung smirks satisfied picking up his speed, as your hips meet his fingers with each harsh thrust of his fingers making you moan even louder while your hands fist the bedsheets. "That's right, only I can make you feel this way with just my hands." He growls lowly against your skin.
"B-babe....Close" You whine once again, your back arching as you feel the tidal weave is about to hit you any second now.
"Look down" He orders you in a deep voice, which is already almost enough to send you over the edge.
You prompt yourself on your elbows to look down at your boyfriend, seeing his veiny muscular arms flex with each heavenly thrust into you, and his slender fingers pump into you in a unholy speed sends you over the edge hard.
You let out a loud moan as the sweet release washes over you intensely. Wooyoung still pumps his fingers into you to help you get down from your high, as your whole body becomes a shaking mess and you feel a weird sensation when your walls clench around his slender fingers.
Your eyes pry open and focus on your boyfriend, whose eyes holding a darkness you've never seen before.
Embarrassment turns your cheeks rosy as you realise what just happened. "I-Im sorry Woo, I didn't mean to-"
In an instant his lips connect with yours in a demanding hot kiss. Looking down directly into your eyes he pulls his fingers out of you slowly linking his in your release coated fingers clean, causing hot pools inside of you once again. "I knew you loved my hands but enough to make you squirt?"
You hit his arm in embarrassment, and he laughs before his eyes grow dark again.
"So fucking perfect for me." He burries his head in the crook of your neck and whispers close to your ear, his hot breath fanning your while his boxershorts join the rest of your clothes somewhere on the floor.
Your legs curl around wooyoungs waist as his tip lightly brushes over your core, collecting your wetness and release causing you to shiver slightly.
His head falls down, a light moan leaving his lips as he eases his length into you.
His hand caresses your hair and cheek lightly, when he starts pumping into you, his hips hitting yours with each powerful thrust of his hips.
When his lips land on yours again his features grow soft and challenging at the same time. "Bet I can do It again."
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AN: Hey guys! I hope you liked this ff 🤭 I'm still relatively new to writing Smut so it might be a bit rough around the edges, but I try my best to get better at it. Have a good day Atiny ♡
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synopsis . wooyoung as a boyfriend !
genre . romance, fluff, slightly suggestive ! wc . ~0.9k !
requested by anon !
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A » Affection - How affectionate are they?
this man is so affectionate :(
he’s very vocal about the way he feels about you
will always let you know how much he loves you
B » Bonding - How often do they bond with you?
all the fucking time
there is literally no time this man is not strengthening his relationship with you
he’s so focused on making sure the relationship is healthy and trusting
the bond is eternal when it comes to wooyoung
C » Communication - Do they keep in touch with you when they're away?
he’s one of the facetime people
he facetimes you allllllllllll the time
after a performance
before a performance
during a performance break
he also texts you a lot but not as much as he calls you
he prefers talking to you vocally rather than talking through texts
doesn’t matter where he is
he will always make time for you
D » Date - How often do they set up a date for you two?
i don’t think he does dates often
i think he pulls up to your house a lot though for a real netflix and chill session
probably falls asleep at your house
dates don’t really exist
unless it’s the anniversary day
E » Essential - What is the thing that is important to them?
you, his members, his family
everybody he loves is important to him
F » First - Were you his first?
you are unfortunately not his first
i don’t think he’s had a lot of partners
but you are definitely not the first
you’re just the one that lasted LOL
G » Gross - What is the thing he hates in your relationship?
he hates when you don’t understand him or listen to him on an emotional level
he just wants to be loved and understood
if you don’t then he probably would break up with u
H » Holding Hands - How often do they hold your hands?
i don’t think he’s a hand holder but he’s definitely a hugger
i think he keeps you close by keeping an arm around you
hand holding isn’t really his thing
I » Intercourse - How are they in 6? (yk what I mean by 6)
wooyoung got some moves fr LOL
he definitely knows how to work with your body and how to please you
he also knows how to make sure he’s also getting satisfaction
the pleasure is always mutual during sex
J » Jealousy - How jealous do they get?
wooyoung is a healthy jealousy kind of guy to him
it’s okay to be kind of jealous
just not over protective or toxic about it
his jealousy is cute
he just gets clingy and whiny LOL
K » Kiss - How good are they at kissing?
he’s got skill
in the beginning he wasn’t very good
but with time his kissing skills got irresistible
L » Love - How do they show their love to you?
words
quality time
physical touch
hes very showy and vocal when it comes to how he feels
he’s genuine always
M » Mad - How often do you argue?
not often
maybe never
just playful lighthearted arguments from time to time for spice
N » Naughty - How do they deal with you annoying them?
he annoys you back LOL
play fights 100%
O » Open - How often do they open up to you?
he opens up pretty quickly
but he also doesn't reveal everything immediately he's pretty open
doesn't mind talking about his feelings all the time
P » Pet names - How are they with pet names?
LOL he loves them
he thinks they're the best thing ever
comes up w/ the most funniest or even some of the dumbest names
Q » Quiet - How long can they stand silent treatment?
literally not long at all
he likes to think that he lasts a long time in silence
but he doesn't
he gets whiny after a while
R » Ramble - How often do they talk about you to others?
all the time
he is so proud to have you
he doesn't make his whole personality about you though
S » Soft - How soft are they to you?
very soft also
he is suchhh a flirt
T » Think - What reminds them of you?
everything
every little think reminds him of u
every time he gets food he thinks of you
every time he sings he thinks of lyrics that remind him of u
just allllll the time
U » Unhappy - What makes them break if you break up with them?
all the memories
the small dates that were the best
all the moments he hugged and kissed you
ur scent
ur touch
everything makes him break
V » Vacation - How are they with long distance relationship? (That had nothing to do with the word but I am running out of ideas)
not good
he needs you all the time
every tour he asks you to come
offers a plane ticket
all-paid-expense tour across the world LOL
W » Wholesome - The most sweetest thing they ever did to you?
just all the little moments where he remembers the smallest things about you
X » Extra Headcanon
when you come home from a long day and he's off
he plans the sweetest at home date
probably cooks a meal, not sure if it's edible but definitely has backup take-out food
a movie
candles
music
u name it
just so calm
and a bath 😮💨
Y » Young and beautiful (how long does it last?)
a long time if not forever
Z » Zzz - How do they sleep with you?
he puts an arm over you
and a leg over you
literally a cuddle bug
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Fate?
BREWING LOVE NEXT DOOR (masterlist) chapter 2
Jung Wooyoung x neighbor!oc (Yujin)
Synopsis: because of her mother who loved coffee, Yujin had an unhealthy obsession with caffeine. Feeling down? Coffee. Feeling great? Coffee. Passed a test? Yay coffee. Failed a test? Naur, coffee. Her friends joked about her having more caffeine In her veins than blood.Now, after leaving her hometown and coming to Seoul, she was excited to study in KQ University. Will she die of shock after finding out that the handsome barista was her neighbor? Will she realize why people actually have crushes on baristas? Will she be able to confess?
Genre: fluff, crack, barista au, uni au, neighbors au
warning: slight Seongjoong? Yujin thinks Seonghwa is mother, frat party but labelled as Thanksgiving party, let me know if I missed something.
word count: 1k
note: I'm sorry for all the pov shifts and scene changes 😞 but hey, Chapter 2 is here. The story's just starting!
Nobody's POV
7:30
Yujin was late, not only for her classes but also for the new club she had applied to in University.
Today, the president of the club wanted to introduce the freshmen to the older students. And as a fellow freshman, Yujin was supposed to be early. Something that she most definitely wasn't.
Grabbing her things, she ran out the door. Bag in one hand, she carefully locked the door as she clumsily put her shoes on.
As she sat down in the room, she couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheeks, a habit she had. Right then, A slightly shorter boy, probably a University Junior, spoke up.
“Hello, our fellow university classmates and juniors, I'm Kim Hongjoong, the president of this club. I hope you guys will have a good time here…”
His hair was two toned, half black half white. Pretty cool.
He spoke more about himself and the club, also introducing the new ones to the vice president, Park Seonghwa. Another gorgeous man. Yujin had to resist the urge to say ‘mommy?’ Cus' he felt so…mother
But as Hongjoong carried on about the club, Yujin's eyes caught a beautiful sight. The beautiful sight was sitting across the room.
The barista from the cafe…he was chatting with a guy. Blond haired guy, to be exact…his hair looked like the boy the barista joked with, maybe he was the same person?
Yet, Yujin was regretting the fact that she didn't take a good glance at his name tag. What was his name!?
“Thank you!”
Yujin's new cheerful downstairs neighbor, Shin Ryujin, beamed at her.
When Yujin was about to go upstairs, she noticed that Ryujin was having trouble with putting some boxes up the stairs, so she decided to help. Plus, She hadn't met all of her new neighbors yet, but Ryujin was definitely a good one.
As the two girls were talking, Yujin saw a figure walk up the stairs. No way…
“What happened?”
Ryujin asked, confused as to why Yujin suddenly stopped talking.
Hearing her, Yujin came out of her little confusion. She turned to Ryujin and asked,
“The guy who just walked up, who was he?”
“Oh that? That's Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung. Why? Did you get a crush on him?”, Ryujin teased.
“...no, I just saw him at the cafe, Refresh and Recharge. Then I also saw him at uni today, in my club meeting. I was just wondering…”
Yujin drifted off, well, only the first word was a lie.
Ryujin nodded, “hmm, yeah. He is a Barista at the cafe. He's also your neighbor”
“huh!?” Yeojin kinda whisper-yelled.
Confused, Ryujin mumbled, playing with her own fingers, “did you not know that or something…”
Yujin's POV
As I sat on my bed, I just did a quick review of everything I found out.
The boy I had a teeny tiny smol little crush on…is not only my clubmate and uni senior…but also my fucking neighbor!? Like a literal next door neighbor.
That's a lot to take in. Should I talk with him? I mean, he's only a doorbell away…
But then again, what would I talk to him about? That hey, bro. Nice to meet you, I think I got a crush on you cuz you're gorgeous. Please don't think I'm weird.
Yeah, he'd definitely think I'm weird. And his gorgeous face tells me he probably already has a girlfriend.
What if it's the other female barista in Refresh and Recharge Cafe? I mean, she was pretty, sounded polite. She seemed very lovable.
But hey! We improved a little bit. I now know his name. Jung Wooyoung, it's cute, if you ask me. Wooyoung.
Nobody's POV
And like that, Yujin spent a whole month going to Refresh and Recharge, trying to focus on her studies. She had to agree, Hongjoong and Seonghwa were a great duo, just one thing, they argued like an old married couple. A sophomore told Yujin that they were a very ‘parents’ typa friends.
She spent a lot of time in the evening, trying to figure out if she should ring her next door neighbor's bell or not.
She always got rejected by her own brain with things like ‘he probably worked very hard today, you should let him rest’ and ‘he’s also a student, he might be studying’.
It wasn't until November.
As her doorbell rang, she quickly fixed her clothes before opening the door. It was another fellow neighbor of hers, Karina.
“Hey Yujin! I wanted to invite you to the Thanksgiving party in my apartment. All of our neighbors are coming so I'd be glad if you came too.” Karina happily suggested.
Yujin had never been to this type of Thanksgiving party yet, so she accepted happily.
“Yeah, I'd love to”
Nobody's POV
I'd love to, my ass.
Now while she actually sat at the party, she realized she had nothing to do.
A cup of orange juice was in her hand as she stared mindlessly at the wall. Randomly playing with her own fingers once in a while.
Even Ryujin was having a fun time with her boyfriend.
After coming to the party, Yujin realized that it wasn't actually the typical thanksgiving party, it was nothing like a thanksgiving party. It was more of a typical university frat party.
Everyone was dancing crazily, some random couple making out in the corner. And Yujin could swear she saw someone drink alcohol in the other corner.
So when a hand tapped on her finger, she kinda freaked out, yelling, “WHAT THE FU-”, and then slapping her own hand on her mouth after seeing who it was.
The barista, the really handsome barista. Her university clubmate, and her neighbor…Jung Wooyoung.
Again, the mole under his eye made her choke on air, it was so…attractive.
He gave a little smile as he sat down in the chair in front of her, still maintaining a comfortable distance.
“If I heard the birdies right, you must be Yujin. Am I right?”
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Tired Wooyoung
Wooyoung came home after a long day at work. You jumped up as soon as you saw his figure walk through the bedroom door. "Babyy!", you hugged him and he kissed your temple while hugging you back tightly. "I'm so tired.", he said in a whiny voice. "Wanna go take a shower together?", he nodded his head and you took his hand, leading him into the bathroom. You took off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. "You're so cute when you're tired.", you said and kissed his nose. "Baby, you're flattering me too much.", he said and kissed you. You lifted your arms and he took your shirt off. You unbuckled his pants and pulled them down together with his underwear. He helped you out of your underwear as well and turned on the shower. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs and arms around him. He walked into the shower and let the water run over both of you. "It's so nice to finally be home.", he said and buried his head into your shoulder. "I know, baby.", you ran your hands through his hair relaxing him even more. He put you down and grabbed the soap. He turned you around and spread the shower gel over your back and towards your boobs. He gently spread the soap over your boobs, massaging them in the process. The action made you smile. He continued spreading the soap down your body until he was satisfied with his work. You washed the soap off and put some gel in your hands. You started spreading the gel over his pecks and down his abs. Once your hands got low enough you spread the soap over his erection with both hands. "Babyy." "Let me help you.", he washed off the soap and you got on your knees. He leaned his back against the cold tiles. You took him in your mouth and sucked on his tip. You stroked the rest of his length with both of your hands. You looked up at him and saw him already falling apart. "I'm not gonna last long, baby.", he warned you. You continued sucking and taking him in as far as you could. A few seconds later he came down your throat with a loud groan. He pulled you up by your chin and kissed you passionately. He spun you around so now your back was pressed against the tiles. "You're so good to me, baby." He hissed his way down your body until he was on his knees. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and kissed your clit a few times. He run his tongue between your folds and you felt your knees get weak. You held on his shoulders as he started sucking and licking your clit. "F*ck, Wooyoung!", you moaned as he started sucking on your clit harshly. You ran your hand through his hair and closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching. You threw your head back and let your orgasm wash over you. You put your leg down and he got up. "Let's go to sleep, baby.", he kissed you and helped you wash up once again before wrapping himself around you and falling asleep a few seconds later.
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fever - jung wooyoung
• jung wooyoung x gender neutral!reader
• genre: fluff
• boyfriend au
• word count: 520
• summary: during a movie night, you suddenly feel cold and wooyoung checks if you have a fever but in his own weird (cheesy) way
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flashing images are lighting up the darkness of the living room as the scenes roll from one to another, the voices of the actors resounding through the quiet apartment.
it's another one of those nights you spend binge-watching random movies with your boyfriend wooyoung, both of you situated on the couch with half-empty bowls of snacks spread on the table, long forgotten since you've both already had your fair share of them during the first two movies.
as the third movie nears its end, you suddenly feel a wave of coldness strike your body. shivers run down your spine shortly after and you look at wooyoung, wanting to see if he's also affected by it.
he is sitting right next to you, his bent knees perched up as his feet are resting on the edge of the couch. he is wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts so both his arms and legs are almost completely exposed. if somebody's going to be able to feel the coolness, it will be him.
you observe him for a couple of seconds, but he doesn't seem to be fazed by the coldness you're feeling at all - he just stays still, his eyes glued to the screen. after some time he notices you staring at him from his peripheral vision, so he turns around and looks at you.
"is something wrong?" he asks in a soft tone.
you look him in the eyes, a bit perplexed that he still isn't feeling the coldness, but then respond;
"i kind of feel cold."
wooyoung feels a bit concerned after your response - normally, he would've just given you a blanket, but it's the middle of the summer and it's pretty warm in the room.
"maybe you have a fever. hold on, let me check." concern is laced in his voice as he scoots a bit closer to you and leans in, studying your face. you expect him to lift his hand and put it on your forehead like normal people do, so his next move surprises you.
his face is now right in front of yours, as he has leaned in even further, and he presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and not moving from the position. your mind stops functioning because of his unexpected move - your words get stuck in your throat, making you unable to ask him what he is doing. the only thing you do is look at his relaxed expression, listen to his steady breathing and feel his warm breath lightly hit your face.
twenty seconds later he moves back and opens his eyes, staring into yours as he says;
"i don't think you have a fever."
as if he notices something, he tilts his head a bit and analyses your face again.
"oh, maybe you do have a fever. your cheeks are red." he lifts his finger and pokes your right cheek. you don't know if he's serious or if he's just teasing you, but either way, your blush turns to an even darker shade.
"you're cute." he giggles, taking in your flustered face.
you want to fight back against his teasing, however, you don't do anything. you don't want to wipe that pretty smile off of his face, and as a matter of fact, his teasing did some good - you don't feel cold anymore.
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Lovely - J.Wy ༊·˚
Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, smut angst?
Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader
Cw: praising (like a lot), fingering, excessive use of ‘baby’, lovemaking, (I think that’s about it)
Summary: Wooyoung finds you crying about your insecurities, and he will try his best to convince you that you are perfect to him
Wc: idk like 2k words?
a/n: its been a while :)
☽·Masterlist·☾
“Babyyy I’m homeee~” Wooyoung enters your shared apartment putting his stuff away, he was just finished with practice and missed you badly. He just stood there for a while after not seeing you show up to jump on him and hug him like you usually would.
So he thought you were not home, and walked to the bedroom to see if you were around but nope, his eyes then laid on the bathroom door, he walks towards it, twisting the knob.
Unable to open it, he just assumed you were taking a shower, “Babe?” he calls for you. You were immediately startled by hearing your boyfriend’s voice on the other side of the door.
You had been cooped up in your bathroom, battling your insecurities and a raging headache made you more sad and angry at yourself than you should ever be, lately you felt like everything was going downhill, you didn’t tell Wooyoung in case it made him worry too much, especially with his tight schedule.
“Ye-yeah?” your voice was barely heard, but it was somewhat noticeable that it has gone raspy due to crying, which you hoped Wooyoung didn’t catch up on when you sniffled but then again, he knows you too well.
“Babe? Are you okay?” he asks, his tone slightly different now, “I- I don’t know,” you answered and you could tell Wooyoung was worried without even seeing him.
“Open the door for me would you? I wanna see your pretty face?” he says and gosh this man loves you too much, which you never understood why, you felt as if though you never fit to the beauty standards, or wasn’t that good at cooking or being a helpful muse to him.
But Wooyoung begged to differ, you were everything you thought you weren’t, in other words, you are perfect to him.
You wiped your tears as you unlocked the door, opening it while hanging your head low unable to face your boyfriend, Wooyoung frowns at this, and slowly he lifts up your chin to wipe your tears for you with his thumb whole cupping your face, “Hey pretty,” he smiles warmly and you immediately break down in tears.
He pulls you into his embrace, his hand patting your back and raking your hair, “Shh shh, I’m here baby, Wooyoung’s here,” his calm tone gives you comfort you wish you could always have.
“What’s wrong lovely?” he asks pulling you away to cup your face again as he looked at you with adoration and heart eyes, but still, it hurt him to see you like this
“I just- felt sad and insecure, its nothing Woo,” you force a smile as tears continued ti flow down your cheeks, he wishes he could convince you that you were an amazing person, and had nothing to be insecure about, that you’re everything he’s not, heck he believed that even your flaws were flawless.
“It’s not nothing love, you’re literally so amazing, you know just what to say and what to do to make others laugh, you are caring, considerate, diligent, modest, you know how to comfort people and make them feel loved, you’re a walking happy virus.”
“Not to mention you’re adorable and smoking hot at the same time, that’s a dangerous duo.” His last sentence makes you laugh which brings Wooyoung happiness, he loves how he can see your smile and hear your laugh everyday for free, and he always makes sure to tell you that as well.
“I swear you have the cutest laugh,” he smiles, “You flatter me too much,” you joke and he plants a kiss on your forehead as he whispers, “Too much isn’t enough,” your stomach danced with every word of praise and assurance that left Wooyoung’s mouth, he himself knew just how to make you feel better, and you couldn’t thank him enough for that.
“Baby” you hummed as you looked up at him, “Can I kiss you?” he asks, unsure if he could just do it, with you being in this state, however, he was filmed with happiness when you nodded as you said “Yes please.”
Wooyoung’s soft and familiar kiss immediately makes you feel fuzzy and warm inside which makes you wonder what you did to deserve such a person and vice versa.
He is just so whipped for you you don’t even realise it.
His kiss was sweet and sensual as always, making your heart flutter, he pulls away for a second, making you whine unintentionally, chasing after his lips again, to which he tuts, pressing his finger to your lips.
“Bad girl,” he giggles and you felt as if your heart skipped a beat with how and the way he said that, “Jump,” he said and you did as told, jumping onto him as his arms secured you by your thighs, he then continued to kiss you, but this time more passionate and fervent.
His tongue entered your mouth, and you had a hard time catching up with him, he walked towards the bed, gently laying you down while his lips now started to travel down your neck.
You breaths hitched as his hands snaked down along your sides to your thighs parting them slightly, a pink shade of blush dusted your cheeks, feeling the heat between your thighs almost becoming unbearable, “Can I take these off baby?” Wooyoung asks, tugging on your shorts, the last thing he would want is to make you uncomfortable.
You responded with a nod and Wooyoung smiles, starting to pull your shorts down, “Thank you baby,” he thanks you as he pulls on one of your thighs above his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh.
You watched intently, feeling his breath fan your cunt through the now soaked panties of yours, “So wet and pretty,” he coos at you and you feel embarrassed yet aroused, so aroused.
He pulls your panties aside, his fingers finding your clit to rub it with the right amount of pressure, a soft moan leaves your mouth when he pushes two fingers inside easily, causing Wooyoung to smile, “I just know my baby so well don’t I?” he says somewhat proud.
Well he did know you well, from the very beginning Wooyoung found your whole mysterious personality intriguing, so he was proud he could be the only one to read you like a book, basically studying what you liked and didn’t like.
You simply nodded, not knowing what else to say. He then starts pumping his fingers, all while his thumb was rubbing on your clit, your hands gripped on the bed sheet feeling his fingers do wonders inside you.
While Wooyoung looks up at your expression, feeling proud of how good you seem to be feeling, gosh with you biting your lips like that and- squirming- fuck. He himself couldn’t help but feel so aroused, his pants uncomfortably tight now.
The wet sounds fill the room and you feel your cheeks burn up, only wanting him inside you right now, “Woo” you said in a quiet tone, “Yes baby?” he responds immediately, continuing his ministrations.
“Please...inside” you whined breathlessly, and the moment you said that Wooyoung felt himself getting even harder, even grinding against the bed momentarily, his fingers leave your wet hole, and he licks them clean leaving you flustered.
“Don’t worry baby, you taste great,” he says as he starts pulling his pants down along with his briefs, you watched intently as his length springs out, the tip pink and angry with pre cum oozing out, he was...so hard it made you clench over nothing.
Slowly, he starts to spread your legs again, moving between them and leaning down to kiss you, “Baby,” he starts kissing along your jaw, “Hmm” you hum, both as in response and arousal as he started to rub his tip along your folds.
You gasped when he enters suddenly and Wooyoung chuckles lowly, “Sorry, you just look so pretty,” he compliments you while tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear.
He then proceeds to lean closer to connect your lips, he has you melting under him and Wooyoung knows it, ego fills him when he thinks of how you allow him and only him to do these things to you, that alone is a blessing.
“I’m gonna start moving okay?” he mumbles against your soft lips, “Mhm” you hum while nodding slightly, giving the assurance he needs to pleasure you as much as he can.
His hips start moving slowly, his length filling you up so well, already hitting the right spots, as expected of him. “Oh fuck baby you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, his kisses gradually getting sloppier.
You whimper against the kiss, your arms travelling behind his neck, “S-so good,” you say in a whimper as the movement of his hips becomes more rhythmic and faster.
“Yeah? That feels good?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss to give you both some time to breathe, “Yes...fuck- faster woo.”
Wooyoung smirks, taking a pillow and placing it below your hips to make it easier for him to go faster. “Your wish is my command,” he says right before diving back into your kiss and moving even faster.
You moan loudly, the kiss silencing it a bit, his arms travel up your waist to your breasts to squeeze them, your bodies were uncomfortably sticky with the sweat, but that can be forgotten, as long as Wooyoung fucks you so well, his lips were now attached to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.
Your moans are like music to his ears, sweet and pretty, just like you, you could clearly hear the wet sounds, the contact of your skins, his lips traveling along your body, you got even wetter the more you paid attention to the filthy sounds.
Wooyoung lifts himself up and grabs your arms, pressing them down the bed and interlocking his fingers with yours, which has you screaming internally, he knows just how to make you go crazy its unbelievable.
“Woo,” you call his name, he hums focused on not to break the rhythm of his hips. “I’m close” you say and he grunts, his hips faltering when you clenched around him.
“Fuck, now I guess I am too, just wait baby, lets cum together,” he says and you throw your head back, just taking the pleasure Wooyoung gives you while holding back your release for him, which Wooyoung finds so cute.
His hips start to falter, but his thrusts deeper, and with more force, “Oh fuck!” you curse out, wrapping your legs around his hips as your release becomes dangerously close.
“Fuck!” he also curses out, and at that moment you know he had cum when you felt his warm seeds painting your walls white, a loud and extended moan leaves your mouth as you also started to orgasm around his cock.
Seconds later, Wooyoung once again leans down to kiss you, this time a quick peck, but still filled with the same type of love and adoration behind it. “Baby you did so well,” he praises you as he pulls out of you.
Wooyoung gets up, going to the side of the bed to lift you up bridal style, “Let’s get cleaned shall we?” he smiles at you and you mirror him, snuggling onto his chest,
“Woo”
“Yes baby?”
“Thank you....so much, I don’t know what I would do without you,”
“Don’t mention it baby,” he shrugs it off as he places you down the bathtub.
“Gosh I am really blessed to have you in my life,” he says while staring at you lovingly, enjoying how easily flustered. Now surely,
You realise just how precious you are to him.
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╰☆☆ ᗰIᑎTGKI’ᔕ ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT
Welcome to the bar, what can I get for you?
╰☆☆K.HJ
- Off Guard (Reporter!Hongjoong x Fencer!Reader x Fencer!Seonghwa)
╰☆☆P.SH
- Off Guard (Reporter!Hongjoong x Fencer!Reader x Fencer!Seonghwa)
╰☆☆J.YH
- Nothing yet 📄
╰☆☆K.YS
- Nothing yet 💎
╰☆☆C.S
- Nothing yet 📄
╰☆☆S.MG
- Sucks To suck (Streamer!Mingi x Scammer!reader)
╰☆☆J.WY
- Nothing yet 💎
╰☆☆C.JH
- Nothing yet 📄
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Hi do you know any woosan fics?? 😘
WOOSAN x Reader FIC RECS
Kindly MDNI coz all are SMUT so kindly keep yourself away from here (but if anyone has any soft or fluffy aus on Woosan please recommend it to me, I haven’t read one and I want to read so bad…I will add them here on the list after reading it)
If you want to read mine:
Winning Dessert - @starillusion13
Our Girl - @starillusion13
And now the recs I would love to read again:
2k sleepover event - @cheollipop
Hard Hours - @cheollipop
There, there, Kitty - @cheollipop
One more rep - @cheollipop
Knockout - @igbylicious
DJANGO - @last-words-ofashootingstar
Hard Hours - @wooyoungmybelovedhusband
Party of Three - @cybrsan
Two is better than one - @kuromiiy
Behave - @bibittybopittybadbxtch
Love Language - @hwallazia
Fucking sense into you - @theysaidhush
Like a CHAMP - @shinestarhwaa
Whichever way(Series) - @igbylicious
11:30 pm - @mingis-lightbulb
What are friends for? - @anyamaris
Air freshener - @beenbaanbuun
Blue Bird - @seonghwaddict
Three Hearts as ONE - @cybrsan (its not a SMUT but an apocalypse au but so pathetic and nice😭)
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can you do which ateez habit you would have picked up from being around them for too long?
I struggled with this more than I should have I’m sorry 😭😭😭😭 Happy reading!!!
Habits you pickup from Ateez
Synopsis: little habits you pick up from ateez
Pairing: ateez members x gn!reader, idol au
Genre: fluff
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: none:)
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• Hongjoong
Falling asleep in random places
You never thought you'd pick up such a peculiar habit from Hongjoong but here you were, dozing off on the couch in his studio. It had become somewhat of a routine lately. Hongjoong often found himself working late into the night, composing music and writing lyrics, and you couldn't bear to leave him alone. So, you stayed up with him, keeping him company and offering moral support.
Tonight was no different. The studio was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of the computer screen where Hongjoong was tirelessly tinkering away. You sat beside him, occasionally offering words of encouragement or fetching him a snack to keep his energy up. But as the hours passed, fatigue started to weigh heavily on your eyelids.
"You okay Y/n?" a familiar voice chimed in, bringing you back from the brink of slumber.
You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "Huh? Who? What?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
Seonghwa chuckled softly and gestured towards you. "You fell asleep in a chair, I think you’re spending too much time with Hongjoong. You should get some real rest before you start falling asleep in random places, like him, too."
Glancing over at Hongjoong, you realized he was completely absorbed in his work, oblivious to the conversation happening around him. You laughed sheepishly, realizing Seonghwa was right. Lately, you had indeed found yourself dozing off in various places – the couch, the kitchen table, even leaning against the wall.
"It's just... I can't leave him alone when he's working so hard," you explained softly, a small smile playing on your lips.
Seonghwa's expression softened as he understood. "I know, and I'm sure Hongjoong appreciates it too. But you need to take care of yourself as well, okay? "
You nodded, grateful for Seonghwa's concern. As you settled back into the couch, you made a mental note to try and get more sleep, even if it meant leaving Hongjoong to his work occasionally. But for now, you allowed yourself to succumb to the comforting embrace of sleep, knowing that Hongjoong was just a few feet away.
• Seonghwa
Acting motherly towards the members
Seonghwa watched with a bemused smile as you flitted around the dorm, straightening pillows, picking up stray socks, and tidying up the kitchen. It was a sight he'd grown accustomed to – you, inadvertently taking on the role of the dorm mom, just like he did. It wasn't something you consciously did, but rather a habit you'd picked up from spending so much time around him and the other guys.
You had a thing for neatness and sometimes acted much like a mom in your friend group, but lately, you found yourself slipping into Seonghwa's shoes more often than not. It was something he found endearing and amusing, seeing you scold the other members for leaving their belongings strewn about or for forgetting to do their chores.
"Y/N, what are you doing?" Seonghwa asked, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.
You turned to him, a blushi tinting your cheeks, wondering just how long he had been watching you. "Oh, just tidying up a bit. It was a mess in here."
Seonghwa chuckled softly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don’t need to do all that, you know"
You laughed, shaking your head. "I can't help it. You guys are like family to me, and I just want to take care of you."
The other members wandered into the kitchen, groaning as they saw you fussing over the cleanliness of the space.
"Come on, Y/N, we already have one Seonghwa," Yunho teased, flashing you a playful grin. "We don't need you turning into another one."
You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at your lips. "I'm just trying to help keep things organized around here. Someone has to do it."
Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We appreciate it, really. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too, okay?"
You nodded, leaning into his side. "Of course. But someone has to keep you guys in line."
The others laughed, knowing deep down that they were lucky to have both you and Seonghwa looking out for them – even if it meant enduring occasional scoldings for their messy habits.
• Yunho
Picking at or biting your lips
Yunho had always been the type to immerse himself completely in whatever task he was working on, often biting or touching his lips in concentration. You, on the other hand, had never noticed this about yourself until Yunho pointed it out one day.
You were sitting together at the studio, both lost in your respective work. You were so engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't even realize your hand had wandered up to your lips, fingers lightly touching and occasionally biting at them in a habit you had unknowingly picked up from Yunho.
"Y/N," Yunho's voice broke through your concentration, causing you to look up, startled. "Don’t do that," he said, nodding towards your lips.
Confused, you furrowed your brows. "Hmm? What do you mean?"
Yunho sighed, his expression turning slightly serious. "You keep biting your lips. You might hurt them if you're not careful."
You blinked, suddenly becoming aware of what you were doing. "Oh," you muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. "I didn't even realize I was doing that."
Yunho's lips twitched with amusement, but he quickly composed himself. "It's a bad habit. You should try to stop."
You couldn't help but feel a bit defensive. "Well, you do it too," you scoffed and pointed out.
Yunho's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away. "I... I do?"
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. Maybe we've just been spending too much time together," you teased.
Yunho's embarrassment was palpable now, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Maybe," he muttered, unable to meet your gaze.
But despite the awkwardness, there was a warmth in your chest knowing that even your unconscious habits were intertwined with his. It was just another reminder of how close the two of you had become, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for it.
• Yeosang
Clapping while laughing
You and Yeosang had spent such a long time together and over the course of it, you became attuned to each other's habits, quirks, and gestures without even realising it. One particular habit of Yeosang's that seemed to have rubbed off on you was the way he would clap his hands when he found something particularly amusing.
The way your hands would subconsciously come together and follow the rhythm of your laughter felt natural and neither of you actually noticed how a habit, once Yeosang’s, was now shared by you.
However, that was until one lazy afternoon when Yeosang excitedly showed you his phone, "Hey, check this out," he said with a grin, pushing it towards your face.
Curious, you glanced at the screen, finding yourself staring at a Twitter thread created by an ATINY. The thread was a compilation of gifs and videos, side by side, showing you and Yeosang laughing together. What caught your attention, however, was the caption accompanying the thread: "Am I the only one who noticed that Y/N and Yeosang have the same adorable habit of clapping while laughing? #YeoY/N."
"Oh my god they’re adorable."
"They look like cute little seals when they're laughing together, it's like they're synchronised."
You couldn't help but smile and giggle as you scrolled through the thread, amused by how certain things never went unnoticed by their fans, even if you yourselves were oblivious.
Yeosang glanced over at you, his expression softening. "I guess we really do spend too much time together, huh?"
You chuckled, leaning closer to him. "Maybe. But I wouldn't have it any other way."
• San
Covering your mouth while laughing
It was just one of those habits you picked up without even realising it – covering your face while laughing. It was something you'd seen San do countless times, his hand rising instinctively to his mouth as his laughter bubbled up. Maybe it was the contagiousness of his joy, or perhaps it was the familiarity that made you do it, but whatever the reason, you found yourself unconsciously mimicking his actions more and more as time went on.
You didn't think much of it, not until one fateful day when you and San were doing a live stream together. The comments were flooding in, a flurry of emojis and supportive messages from fans all over the world. Amidst the sea of text, one comment stood out:
"OMG, look how they laugh the same! 😍 SanYn are the cutest! 💕"
Curious, you glanced at the screen, only to see San's eyes widen in realisation. He turned to you, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Looks like we've been caught," he teased, nudging you lightly.
You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but there was also a warmth spreading through you, a sense of fondness at the thought of sharing such a small, intimate detail with San. "Guess we spend too much time together," you joked back, unable to suppress a smile.
But as the live stream continued, you couldn't help but notice how often you and San found yourselves laughing, your hands rising simultaneously to cover your mouths. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond you shared, the way you seemed to sync up without even trying.
After the stream ended, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to San’s cheek, you couldn't help but giggle at how much these little quirks affected you, maybe making life more comfortable along the way.
• Mingi
Making the 🥺 face
To the people outside, Mingi seemed to be very intimidating, with his deep voice and built 6ft stature but inside the comfort of his he couldn't be more different. He knew he was cute and he knew how to use it against people. One quick look sent your way with his puppy eyes and pouty lips and you would melt, at some point this habit of his rubbed off on you.
The members weren’t safe from it either, like when Seonghwa had just finished making a delicious batch of ramen for himself. The aroma wafted through the room, teasing your senses and making your stomach growl loudly. You and Mingi couldn't help but stare at the steaming bowl with longing eyes.
"Seonghwa hyung, that smells amazing," Mingi exclaimed, his eyes widening with hunger.
You nodded enthusiastically, finding yourself unintentionally mirroring Mingi's expression, your lips slightly pouting like the 🥺 emoji.
Seonghwa chuckled at your antics, shaking his head. "Sorry guys, this is just for me. I only made enough for one."
"But hyung, we're starving!" Mingi whined, his voice tinged with desperation.
You glanced at Seonghwa, your eyes pleading as you continued to unknowingly imitate Mingi's puppy-dog expression.
Seonghwa sighed, feeling the pressure of your combined adorable stares. "Oh no, I have to deal with two Mingis now, don't I?"
You and Mingi exchanged a glance before bursting into giggles, realising your unintentional synchronisation. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh along with you.
"Fine, fine," Seonghwa relented, dividing the ramen between the three of you. "But next time, make your own!"
• Wooyoung
Smacking people while laughing
You couldn't help but laugh at the way Wooyoung told a recount of the recent Wanteez episode the boys shot, adding his own commentary in between. He always had a way of making you laugh wholeheartedly, even when you fought he would be the one to apologise first and crack a joke to make you smile. However, what you didn't realise was that you had picked up one of his habits along the way.
In the midst of your laughter, your hand instinctively swung out and smacked San's thigh, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. It wasn't until he looked at you with a mix of amusement and slight irritation that you realised what you had done.
"Oops, sorry, San!" you apologised, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you tried to suppress your laughter.
San rubbed his thigh, shooting you a mock glare. "I already have to take abuse from Wooyoung, and now you're doing it too?"
You couldn't help but giggle at his playful complaint, but Wooyoung nudged you with a grin. "Looks like my habits are rubbing off on you, huh?"
You chuckled, realising how similar you two acted these days. "I guess so. Sorry, San, I’ll try not to do that but I can’t make any promises." You winked at him.
San shook his head and scoffed at your mocking, a smile breaking through his faux irritation. "Ahh so much I have to go through,"
You and Wooyoung giggled at his words, knowing how much he loved you both the same, with the occasional physical abuse of course.
• Jongho
Scrunching your nose while smiling/laughing
As you sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you stumbled upon a video compilation titled "JongYn Couple Moments" ,obviously your curiosity got the better of you and you clicked on it, not fully knowing what to expect. What unfolded on the screen was definitely not what you were expecting, it sent a sudden blush creeping up your cheeks.
The video was a compilation of moments featuring you and Jongho, through the fans’ eyes, complete with dramatic commentary about how cute you two were together. Especially about the way your noses scrunched and crinkles formed around your eyes as you both laughed, with your faces making the same endearing expression.
You couldn't help but be amused as you watched, realising that you had subconsciously copied Jongho's habit of scrunching his nose when he smiled.
Suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing over, you found Jongho peering over your shoulder, his eyes fixated on the screen. As he watched the video, a wide grin spread across his face, small giggles leaving his lips.
"Wow, we really do look alike sometimes," Jongho remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
You nodded, still giggling at the sight. "I never realized I picked up on your habit."
"It's adorable," Jongho said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "I guess I've rubbed off on you, huh?"
You chuckled, leaning into his touch. "Looks like it. But hey, I don't mind sharing a few habits with you."
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Jung Wooyoung : As Good As You Were (Part 4/4)
Pairing : Jung Woo-young (Ateez) and named character (Shin Naeun)
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Few days later :
Naeun was now sitting with her back against wooyoung's chest, his arms wrapped around hers as their eyes looked up at the stars above them. The sky was too beautiful today, naeun couldn't help wanting to stargaze with her husband for the first and last time.
Naeun : wooyoung-ah?
Wooyoung : hmm?
Naeun : when I'm gone, and when you miss me, come outside and look at the sky.
Wooyoung smiled, closing his eyes as he rested his head against naeun's shoulder before whispering
Wooyoung : you'll come back as a star?
Naeun smiled, looking at the stars that were above them as she said
Naeun : yes.
Wooyoung : you're already my star though.
Naeun chuckled, resting her head further against wooyoung's chest as she said with a sigh
Naeun : when your life gets darker, I promise to light your way up as the star does from up above. I'm never going to leave you, wooyoung, ever. I may not be…I may not be there with you physically but I will always be with you. I'll find a way, like I always do. I'll make a bargain with the devil, if that is what is required. Even if I would have to burn in hellfire for a 1000 years after, I'd still choose to do that if I get to be with you in this world.
Wooyoung closed his eyes, his tears drops staining naeun's shirt as she continued
Naeun : we may have only loved for a short time but I want you to know that that short time has fulfilled the entire purpose of my life. You've made me happier than anyone else ever has for the 30 years that I lived, wooyoung. There is no one in this world I'd rather have done this with than you.
Wooyoung could say nothing, because he was sure that if he opened his mouth the only sounds that would come out would be that of pain. He hated the world for this, he hated that it kept taking away the things he loved most from him.
Wooyoung : I prom-I promise to look at the sky everyday after you're gone, naeun. Every day.
Naeun : and I promise to stay as the single most brightest star in the sky for you, wherever on Earth you are.
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2 days later :
Naeun now spent her days on the bed, and she felt today would be her last night on this bed, in this world. And so as wooyoung entered their room after having done the dishes, naeun held her hands out for him making him smile as he held her hands in his and got on the bed.
Naeun : can I sleep on your lap today?
Wooyoung : of course.
Wooyoung sat with his back against the lush headboard as naeun rested her head against wooyoung's lap, looking up at him with a smile as he played with her hair.
Naeun let out a shaky breath as she looked away from wooyoung, deciding now was probably the time to tell him.
Naeun : wooyoung I might uh…tomorrow morning I think I might not-
Wooyoung : don't say it.
Naeun : but woo-
Wooyoung : I know it, naeun. Don’t say it, please.
Naeun sighed and nodded, holding one of wooyoung's hand in hers as she played with his fingers before saying in a soft voice
Naeun : do you remember when we first saw each other, woo? It was at some fancy restaurant and when you walked in, you looked like you wanted to kill me. But I spent 3 hours getting ready that day, hoping you'd find me at least a little pretty. Do you think…do you think I still look that pretty? Right now, I'm pretty sure my skin is dull-
Wooyoung : you're prettier than you were back then, a 100 times prettier. Because now you're the woman I love, naeun, and I love all of you. I'll find you pretty forever, no other being will ever compare to how pretty you are to me.
Naeun smiled, looking up at wooyoung with teary eyes as he said
Wooyoung : you know how much I love you, right? I know I haven't shown it much to you, god gave me so little time to show you the world. But after you're gone, naeun I'll still continue loving you. And the world will see how much you meant to me, I'll make sure it does.
Naeun : wooyoung you're still young, you can marry again-
Wooyoung : no. No not ever. I'd rather die than have that.
Naeun : young-ah-
Wooyoung : that's the end of that topic, naeun, please.
Naeun sighed, kissing wooyoung's hand as she whispered
Naeun : okay.
Wooyoung flinched as he felt someone jump onto the bed, a furry creature walking past him and towards naeun as she nudged her head against naeun's, making her smile
Naeun : momo!
The puppy barked, making wooyoung smile as naeun let her hand ruffle it's golden fur before saying
Naeun : you'll take care of your dad for me, right? You'll be a good girl and keep your dad company since I can't?
Wooyoung let out a chuckle as momo licked naeun's face, making her smile as she said
Naeun : such a good girl.
Momo gave naeun one last nudge before jumping off the bed, lying down on the floor with a small whimper as wooyoung sighed, leaning back against the headboard.
Naeun : wooyoung?
Wooyoung shut his eyes tightly, knowing this was the last time she'd call him that as he said shakily
Wooyoung : yes my love?
Naeun : you're the best thing that happened to my life, I love you so much. I always will.
Wooyoung pressed his lips together to stop the tears from falling once again as he whispered
Wooyoung : I love you too naeun, so much. And in this world, and the next, and for every world that is out there, you will be mine and I will be yours.
Naeun clutched wooyoung's hand tighter with her trembling hands as he leaned down, giving her a final kiss as she felt tears stream down her cheeks.
Wooyoung : my heart, my soul and my life, they're all yours. And they will be until the end of time.
Naeun smiled, that smile wooyoung would miss so much. That smile he barely got to see in this life.
And then wooyoung could only watch, watch as naeun slowly went to sleep, her grip on his hand loosening and her head tilting towards the side. For a few hours her chest continued rising up and down, and then it slowed down, until it stopped completely. Just as wooyoung's world did.
The warmth that naeun's hand always gave his went away, replaced by the terrible cold. And her dull skin turned pale, the sounds of her heart beating no longer audible. And just like that, as the sun rose on the horizons his wife had left this world, leaving wooyoung all alone in this harsh place.
Wooyoung could feel his tears falling against naeun's pale cheeks, the sounds of his sobs filling the empty room as he clutched naeun's limp body against his in pain. He held her and wailed, and wailed, screaming for her to come back. Saying everything that he wanted to scream at the world but didn't because that would be unfair to naeun.
But even then she did not move, no miracles happened. And wooyoung lost all his belief in god, destiny, fate, everything. Even god couldn't let something as cruel as this happen to him, could he?
Wooyoung remembered the hugs naeun had asked for that he always ignored. He'd never be able to give her those ever again. The dates she'd wanted to go with him that he can never give again, the love that she'd given all these years and never gotten back.
It wasn't his life that was unfair, it was hers. She'd given so much in return for nothing. Maybe the universe thought she would be happier away from wooyoung, maybe this was His way of punishing wooyoung for everything he had done.
Wooyoung kissed naeun's forehead with his trembling lips, his tears falling against her closed eyes as he whispered desperately
Wooyoung : I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you naeun.
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A day later :
Wooyoung was now standing in front of naeun's grave, her wedding ring hung on the necklace that naeun always wore now clasped around wooyoung's neck as he stared at the picture of naeun smiling that was kept on the grave. That smile, that smile that he couldn't protect. He hated himself.
Wooyoung had no idea how he'd gone through the funeral rites, he had no idea how he could manage to give his wife away to the authorities to do the final things. How he could let people throw mud at her casket, whispering him apologies and prayers.
Mina had come running after the news had spread on national televisions, crying about how she'd asked naeun to be her baby's godmother and she'd asked for it to be wooyoung if she wasn't able to attend. Mina had never thought it would be because of this.
Wooyoung's mother had then come up with a will, saying it was naeun's will that handed her company over to him. She had told him how she'd come to wooyoung's mother asking that it may be fulfilled after her death. Wooyoung had just stared at his mother blankly as she went on to explain about how it would work, wooyoung could care less about some company when he'd just lost his entire life.
Everyone had left, and now wooyoung was finally alone in the graveyard, the wind blowing against him and the flowers that people had left on naeun's grave, bringing a small sad smile to wooyoung's face as he said
Wooyoung : look at how many people loved you, naeun. You've gotten so many pretty flowers, so many people to shed their tears for you.
Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he slowly kneeled down against her grave, laying his palm against the stone as he said
Wooyoung : I will live, naeun-ah, for you I will live and wait until I can meet you again. That is my punishment for all that I have done to you. But I will never marry again, I will never love anyone again. This line…
Wooyoung stared at his family ring that decorated his right thumb, the line his father had tried so hard protecting, the line that had forced him to give up everything.
Wooyoung : it ends with us.
Wooyoung kissed naeun's grave one last time, a drop of his tear falling against her gravestone as he stood up before whispering
Wooyoung : because no one will ever be as good as you were.
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Wooyoung went back home that night feeling numb, and broken. But not tired, he wouldn't be able to sleep this night. Or any night from now, he would have to get back on his prescription of sleeping pills.
Wooyoung let his legs take him to naeun's walk-in closet, going over to the glass window that displayed her wedding dress as wooyoung stared at it, his hand coming up to place itself against the glass.
He still remembered her wearing it, the memory was as fresh as his wounds. Her walking down the aisle all along, the people pitying her for not having a father accompany her. But she hadn't been bothered by it, she still had a smile on her face. The smile she had gotten while looking at wooyoung, her groom.
She had loved him since then, and he'd been too late to love her back.
Wooyoung shut his eyes as he lowered himself onto the floor, resting his forehead against the glass as he sobbed. He had lost count of the amount of times he'd cried this past month. But he didn't care, for her he could cry until there was not a drop of tear left in his body.
Wooyoung looked forward as a small bark was heard, momo nudging the door open with her head as she walked up to wooyoung with her tail down. She knew naeun was gone too. Wooyoung watched as momo came up to him, getting onto his lap as she laid against it.
Wooyoung let his trembling hand run through the puppy's fur, remembering how happy naeun had been when momo had jumped up onto their table and demanded food.
Wooyoung : I'm s-so sorry. I'm so sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry.
And all wooyoung could do was cry, naeun's smile rushing through the back of his eyes every single time.
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A week later :
Wooyoung was now at the beach with momo, her running all over the place barking as the people around would aww at her and occasionally give her small pets. Wooyoung sat down against the sand after a while of walking around with momo, deciding to watch the sunset.
He pulled out his phone before opening the gallery, clicking on the pictures of naeun that he'd taken when they'd come together to the same beach, almost a month ago. Wooyoung smiled as he saw the pictures, naeun's white floral dress flowing back against the wind as small strands of hair fell against her face. But even through all of that he could still see her smile, that beautiful smile.
His pretty girl, always bringing light in his life.
Wooyoung swiped to the next picture and the next until he felt tears in his eyes, remembering the way the sun had shone on her skin, the sound of her giggles and laughter. He'd never get to see those again, it would remain as nothing but memories now.
Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he shut his phone, putting it back in his pocket as momo ran up to him with a ball in her mouth, her tail wagging to play with him. Wooyoung chuckled, wiping his tears as he took the ball from momo before saying
Wooyoung : you want to play catch?
Momo barked as wooyoung smiled before standing up, throwing the ball away from them before running as he yelled
Wooyoung : beat me if you can!
Momo barked excitedly as she ran after him, the water splashing against their feets.
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5 months later :
Wooyoung had been sitting in his living room with his laptop, finishing up some work when he heard the sound of rain, making his eyes widen as he looked behind him at the window. And he was right, it was raining.
Wooyoung kept his laptop away as he rushed up to the balcony, stepping out into the rain as he felt it drench his clothes. He used to hate the rain, but now he loved it as it reminded him of naeun. Wooyoung smiled as he felt the cold droplets fall against his cheek, indicating that snow was coming soon.
He remembered the time he'd danced with her under this rain, the feel of her body against his and how she had looked down at him with a smile when he'd lifted her up and spun her around. The rain had made her so happy.
Wooyoung frowned as jazz music suddenly started playing from the gramophone inside, the same song that had been played at their wedding. Wooyoung looked inside as he saw momo jump down from the gramophone, running up to him with a smile on her face.
Wooyoung felt his eyes tear up as he bent down to pick momo up, her jumping into his arms as wooyoung smiled and asked
Wooyoung : do you like the rain too, momo?
The puppy barked in agreement, making wooyoung chuckle as he pet her head, making momo snuggle up against wooyoung. He stared up at the sky, a star shining right back down at him as wooyoung whispered
Wooyoung : I miss you so much, naeun-ah, I wish you were here with me. You loved the rain so much.
Wooyoung looked back at momo as he slowly moved his body to the slow music, closing his eyes as he felt his tears mix with the rain.
Wooyoung : I love you so much.
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3 months later :
Wooyoung let out a breath as he laid out the food for him and momo in the picnic mat he was currently sitting on, the puppy running around the mat with happy, excited barks as wooyoung smiled at how cute she was being.
Wooyoung had soon started eating his sushi, momo having her food as well on the side as his eyes went to the couple the was sitting a few feet away from him, the lady clearly pregnant. The husband was feeding her food as she giggled, telling him she was already full.
Wooyoung felt his heart drop at the beautiful sight, wishing he could've done this with naeun some day. Their child would've looked as beautiful as her, maybe even have gotten her beautiful smile that wooyoung loved so much. But he'd never know any of that because he had lost the chance, he'd destroyed it.
Wooyoung blinked his tears away and was about to have another bite of his sushi when he felt a kid run up to him, stopping right in front of the mat as he asked in his childish voice
??? : my name's cha min, do you mind me joining you ahjussi?
Wooyoung blinked at the child, looking around the place before asking
Wooyoung : I-are you lost?
Min : no my parents are right there, see?
Wooyoung looked at where min was pointing, his parents smiling at wooyoung and nodding in approval as he smiled back before saying to the child
Wooyoung : sure, you can join me then. I think we have enough sushi.
Min nodded as he sat down excitedly, wooyoung giving him a plate of sushi and sauce with a smile as min asked
Min : did ahjumma not come with you this time?
Wooyoung paused, looking at min in shock as he asked
Wooyoung : wh-what?
Min : last time I was here when you came with that ahjumma and this puppy here. That very pretty looking ahjumma with a very beautiful smile?
Naeun, his naeun. Wooyoung let out a breath as he said
Wooyoung : she…she was my wife.
Min : was? Not anymore?
Wooyoung : she passed away, a few months ago. She was…sick.
Min : oh. I'm sorry.
Wooyoung nodded, keeping his sushi away as he stared at min, trying to remember him from that day. Ah, the child naeun had stared at when they had come together, telling wooyoung that she had wanted a family too. That was him, he'd just grown a bit of hair now.
Min : I'm sure she loved you.
Wooyoung : mm? what makes you say that?
Min : she was looking at you like my eomma always looks at my appa, with the same smile and the same eyes. I think that's what you call love, right?
Wooyoung smiled sadly, his hand unconsciously going up to hold the wedding ring that hung by his necklace as wooyoung whispered
Wooyoung : yes, I suppose that's love.
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3 months later :
Wooyoung stood up from the hospital waiting chair as mina's husband walked out of the labor room with a tiny baby in his hands, walking up to wooyoung as he said
Seojun : it's a miracle, mr jung. We had all thought it would be a boy, even the ultrasound results showed that it would be a boy. But we think it was wrong. Because it's a girl, and we couldn't be happier about it.
Wooyoung smiled, looking at the baby girl as he said
Wooyoung : congratulations, seojun-shi, she's beautiful.
Seojun held out the baby for wooyoung to hold as he said
Seojun : my wife and I have decided to name her song naeun, after her godmother. You don't mind, do you sir?
Wooyoung felt tears prick his eyes at that, holding the baby in his arms as he smiled and whispered shakily
Wooyoung : of course I don't, thank you so much.
Seojun smiled and nodded as wooyoung held the baby's hand, her smiling up at wooyoung as he said
Wooyoung : song naeun.
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25 years later :
??? : SONG NAEUN, THE NEW CEO OF THE SHIN'S GROUP! CONGRATULATIONS!
Wooyoung smiled as naeun hugged him with a huge smile, wooyoung patting the back of someone who was almost like a daughter to him now. When he'd first held naeun in his hands as a baby, he'd decided then and there that she would be the one who'd inherit his and his wife's company. And as naeun had grown up to be an intelligent, beautiful and smart young lady, wooyoung had known his choice was right.
And today was the day the company went legally to her, naeun's parents were smiling so proudly at her from the seat. It was probably the best day of her life.
Naeun pulled back as wooyoung patted her arm proudly before saying
Wooyoung : your godmother would've been so proud of you, naeun-ah. You live up to her name.
Naeun smiled and shook her head as she said
Naeun : she would've been proud of you more than she would've been of me, ahjussi. And I promise, that I will take care of the company and bring it up with pride. I won't disappoint you, or mrs shin. Your names will be remembered for as long as I live, for you have given me this life.
Wooyoung smiled as he said
Wooyoung : you earned this, naeun-ie.
Naeun smiled as wooyoung stepped back, a man rushing up to her with his hand held out forward excitedly as naeun frowned before asking
Naeun : who…are you?
The man gave naeun a huge smile, a smile that made her heart do something weird. What the hell?
??? : I'm Cha Min! Your new secretary for…for ever I suppose!
Naeun : what? And who appointed you?
Min : uh jung wooyoung-shi did, of course.
Naeun gasped as she looked at wooyoung who was now walking down the steps with a sly smile as she said
Naeun : AHJUSSI!
Wooyoung chuckled as he walked out of the hall, leaving the new generation to grow as he let out a small groan of tiredness. He was getting old after all.
Wooyoung looked around as snow fell all around him, the jacket providing him little warmth. Wooyoung sighed as he walked through the pavements, his hands growing cold. But he did not put them in his coat pocket, as he never did.
Naeun's hands had been cold when he'd last touched it, and when his hands would get cold it reminded him of her. Hence he never put his hands in his pocket during winters, he preffered them like this.
It had been 25 years, even momo had left him now to join naeun in the other side of the world. She had kept him company for a long time, and now he supposed naeun could use her company.
Wooyoung felt his hand go up to her necklace that still hung around wooyoung's now wrinkled neck, the ring always bringing him comfort in his lonely times. He looked up at the sky, staring at the single star that still shone the brightest to him as he whispered
Wooyoung : I was right, naeun-ah. 25 years, and there's still no one that is as good as you were.
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— 080424!
you're on a face time with your so-called best friend as your boyfriend, wooyoung is in the shower.
'soo, where's your hot boyfriend?' she giggles.
'umm, he's showering.' you reply.
'why don't we all meet up?' she suggest with excitement within her voice.
'uhm, i don't think–'
you pause as wooyoung walks out the bathroom.
he walks up to you, lifting your chin up and kissed you gently as he grabs your neck.
he looks as the face time.
'hey.' he says to your so-called best friend.
she's silent, looking flustered. he looks back at you.
'my love, have you forgotten that we have plans?'
he says and starts to kiss down your jawline and neck as he grabs the phone and end off the face time.
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jung wooyoung 정우영
a ⤖ aftercare (how he is after sex)
wooyoung is sweet, he takes care of you and constantly puts you first. he cleans you up and runs you a bath and places kisses on your forehead every second. he's a bit tired, but he's always up to make sure you're taken care of first.
b ⤖ body part (his favorite body part)
his favorite body part is definitely your ass, this dude lovesss smacking it, squeezing it, just doing ungodly things to your ass LMFAO
c ⤖ cum (anything to do with cum)
he loves to cum on your back, he loves back shots, especially with the way your ass moves on his cock ?!?! he also loves to cum on your stomach, as he also loves missionary too because it's very intimate to him.
d ⤖ dirty secret (his dirty secret)
wooyoung has a corruption kink 100% he wants to be your first, last, literally wants to be your first everything.
e ⤖ experience (how experienced is he?)
he doesn't have a lot of bodies, but he watches A LOT of porn... so you could say he's experienced in a different kind of way
f ⤖ fav position (sex position)
doggy and missionary 100%
g ⤖ goofy (how he acts in the moment)
he's really serious to be honest, he's also pretty dominating. however there are a few giggles here and there, but nevertheless the moment is pretty heated
h ⤖ hair (how groomed is he?)
he's pretty groomed everywhere on his body, and he's very consistent with his waxes and hair cuts
i ⤖ intimacy (how passionate is he?)
he's very passionate during sex, but otherwise he's a very playful man
j ⤖ jack off (how often he masturbates)
he doesn't actually masturbate often, he tends to just watch very explicit contents and uses that to experiment later with you
k ⤖ kink (one or more)
like i said... corruption kink
l ⤖ location (fav place to do it)
he likes to do it in the bedroom, but public sex turns him on a bit
m ⤖ motivation (what keeps him going)
your moans, the way you call out his name, your little trembles when he's had his way with you. he knows your body like the back of his hand, and the way you react to his movements are what keep him going.
n ⤖ no (something he would NOT do)
wooyoung would never ever attempt anything on you if you're in a vulnerable state, or if you cannot consent sober. he also stops if you begin to cry because decryphilia is not his thing
o ⤖ oral (giving + receiving — is he good?)
he's so good at giving, you see the way he smirks? of course this man is good at it, but he also lovessss receiving head, sometimes he thrusts into your mouth and basically fucks your throat.
p ⤖ pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
he's slow and rough, not slow and sensual or fast and rough, but he's pretty in-between.
q ⤖ quickie (his opinion on it + how often they happen)
he likes them, but he would rather take his time so they don't happen often.
r ⤖ risks (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)
he's willing to experiment with almost everything, and he doesn't mind taking risks.
s ⤖ stamina (how long can he last?)
he can last a long time, with the way KQ makes them perform, his stamina is way past the limit of a normal person
t ⤖ toys (does he use/own any?)
no, he prefers to use his own body on you and he loves seeing how much control and how much he effects your body.
u ⤖ unfair (how much does he tease?)
he's a big tease, especially in public... he is constantly riling you up and telling you to be a good girl until you get home
v ⤖ volume (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)
oh he is so vocal, it's like music to your ears. the way he curses under his breath and moans into your ear while saying your name and telling you how good you feel? lawdness
w ⤖ wild card (random headcanon for him)
because of his high stamina, he loves to overstimulate you and loves cream pies to see how the mixture of yours and his cum leaks out of your pretty hole
x ⤖ x-ray (what’s under his clothes?)
his body is fit, and he has nice proportions. however when it comes to his size he is a bit smaller than average, that does not mean he can not please you.
y ⤖ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)
his sex drive is high, and he is yearning for you every hour of the day, but he can keep his little friend down there controlled until he sees you.
z ⤖ zzz (how quickly does he sleep after?)
he doesn't fall asleep quickly, and likes to get cleaned up and be in fresh sheets before sleeping.
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Should I make 'Brewing Love Next Door' a series or a oneshot? This is hard for me 😭
But the story wouldn't really change, It would just be more... explained✨ in the series. I dk tho, it will take time.
- Annie <3
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