Mistletoe | Jeon Wonwoo

mistletoe | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 561

summary: in which you try to woo your boyfriend during the holiday season

a/n: a little something to post because i realized i haven’t posted in nearly half a year and i still haven’t finished my requests T-T also happy holidays and happy new year <3 (i wrote this in 20 mins i’m sorry in advance)

“Babe, it looks like Santa barfed in our living room.”

Wonwoo’s voice brought your attention away from your decorations and to your front door, where he was stood with a few bags from the grocery store. You must’ve been so focused getting the star on the top of the tree without falling off the ladder that you hadn’t heard him walk in.

“Merry Christmas!” you cheered, excitedly throwing your hands up. This caused the step-ladder beneath you to tip a little to the left, and before you knew it, Wonwoo had rushed to your side to steady you and the ladder. He let out a small sigh of relief when he had his hands on your hips, a slight glare appearing on his face as he looked up at you.

“I swear, you and Mingyu are going to give me a heart attack one day.”

“Oh please, you love us,” you teased, turning back around to focus on your tree. With the star in your hand, you got on your tip toes, feeling Wonwoo’s grip tighten on your hips as you reached forward and placed the star on the top of the tree. As soon as it was secure, Wonwoo grabbed you properly, pulling you down from the ladder and onto the ground. He spun you around, a smile appearing on his face after seeing the grin on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms remaining around your waist.

“Thank you for decorating. It looks beautiful,” he stated, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours. He tried to lean forward to kiss you, but just as his lips grazed yours, you pulled back. You then moved completely away from him, heading to one of the boxes you had scattered around the living room. Wonwoo watched as you rummaged through at least three of them before pulling something out. You turned towards him, quickly hiding the item behind your back as you began to step close to him.

“I have a surprise,” you sang, now only a foot away from him. He tilted his head, waiting for you to reveal it. Your hand came out from behind your back, hovering a green plant above your head. “Mistletoe! And you know what that means!” You used your other hand to gesture towards your face, puckering your lips and sending him a few winks.

Wonwoo laughed at your attempts, stepping closer to get rid of the distance in between you two. Unable to hold back his smile, he leaned forward, placing a hand on your hip and the other on your neck before pressing his lips against yours.

You weren’t sure how, but kissing Wonwoo always felt like the first time. You guys have shared countless kisses, yet everytime his lips touched yours you swore the butterflies fluttered. Even for the small pecks in the mornings, when he had to leave your bed to go back to his dorm, the magic was always there.

After a few moments, you pulled away, dreamingly smiling at your boyfriend. Wonwoo smiled back, ruffling your hair before stepping away to grab the groceries he left at the front door. “Oh, by the way, babe. That’s Wisteria. Not Mistletoe.”

With those final words, Wonwoo disappeared in the kitchen, leaving you stood in the kitchen with your lips tingling and the Wisteria hanging at your side.

lord i am severely in love with this man

Haechan ♡ Winter Night with 7DREAM🎄

i’m so

i’m

i need a wonwoo immediately how do i buy one

[08:41 pm]: jeon wonwoo

“did you know that snails can nap for up to three years?” you whisper, hopeful eyes staring up at your boyfriend’s face from your place on his chest, desperate for even just a crumb of his attention.

are you being a little dramatic? probably. but wonwoo should be used to your dramatics by now.

you can’t even blame him for being this engrossed in the book he’s reading — after all it’s the book you were supposed to read together, only for you to sheepishly admit to finishing it all by yourself in just two days. wonwoo just gave you a disapproving look and told you that he’d postpone all date activities until he finished the book as well in order to get you two to be even again.

this was your punishment, of sorts.

wonwoo just hums, one of his hands leaving the pages of the book to rub along your back in acknowledgment and before you can get the chance to bathe in the little attention he spared you, his hand is gone again.

you sigh dramatically, body going limp and letting your head fall down against his chest. “did you know that lack of attention will cause a broken heart?” you try again, not looking at him this time but rather choosing to nuzzle into his neck instead.

you seem to catch his attention this time, since his eyes leave the page for the first time in an hour, small smile playing on his lips and brows raised in question, “is that so, baby?”

you nod silently, sighing deeply for full dramatic effect. he hums as if in deep in thought, his hand finding the back of your head, pressing you a little closer to himself.

“and how do we prevent a broken heart?” he murmurs, letting the book fall shut and placing it on the bedside table. you can’t bite back the smile that breaks out on your face, because evidently, you won.

“well, first, a kiss,” wonwoo hums in response, urging you to keep going, “then a backrub and…maybe some takeout from the dumpling place we like?” you lift your head to finally look at him, hopeful spark in your eyes at the prospect of your favourite dumplings, only to be met with the goofiest, most smitten look you’ve ever seen on your boyfriend’s face.

“in that specific order?” wonwoo grins and you pretend to think about it for a second, even rubbing your chin for good measure. “no, as long as all three conditions are met, heartbreak is averted!” he snorts at you, suddenly reaching forward and pulling your face closer, peppering soft kisses all over.

wonwoo squishes your face, love downright pouring out of his eyes, “i love you,” he places a kiss on your forehead, almost as if to emphasise his point, “let’s get you your dumplings and that backrub, hm?”

[ 12:58 ] apple pie

he makes you feel all the things you often joke about missing in college. he makes you stay up late up on the phone, twirling your hair around your finger like a chick in a typical teen romance movie, so much so you sometimes wish you still had a landline. he makes you giggle in a way that only comes out around him and smile so hard your cheeks hurt. 

before seungcheol you didn’t know what it was like to be foolishly in love. to be consumed by the kind of love that you see in the movies, filled with photo booth film strips and surprise coffee dates and grand romantic gestures. he calls you baby, and sweetheart, and even angel in the right moments. 

he makes it impossible not to miss him.

how do you make a home?

truth be told, you had been resistant to moving in with seungcheol. you liked the idea of having your independence and you liked having your own space.

but somehow, over time, you found traces of yourself appearing in his home.

a green toothbrush next to his red one. your favorite blanket of his draped over the sofa because you always fell asleep during movies. your favorite brand of microwave popcorn in the pantry and a spot for your socks in his drawer. 

you remember asking him, “hey, is it okay if i keep some of my stuff in your dresser? it’s not that much, i promise. you don’t have to, if you don’t want…”

and he had just smiled, watching you with those big gorgeous eyes of his. 

“i would eat hot coals for you,” he had replied, and the response caught you so off guard that you let out the ugliest snort of laughter. 

they were just some socks, but seungcheol was always dramatic like that. it didn’t matter that you didn’t live with him. he was your true home, anyway.

i’ve been running round trying to find a place where i can breathe.

your favorite dates were the ones where you’d walk around fancy neighborhoods, pointing out your favorite houses. 

“ooh, cheol, look at that one!” you say, pointing to an A-frame with dark shutters. “oh, it’s so beautiful.”

“we could fill it with that style you like so much—farmhouse?” he adds on, grinning as you gasp enthusiastically. "with a big kitchen and lots of windowboxes."

“and—and we could have a pool in the backyard!” 

“we could get a big dog. like one of those burmese mountain dogs.” 

“mingyu could live next door.”

cheol snorts, shaking his head. “sure, and wonwoo and seokmin and jeonghan and vernon.”

“would you want kids?” you ask, looping your arm through his as you lean your head on his shoulder. the two of you pause to stand outside the house, admiring its romantic frame and cozy exterior. 

“with you?” cheol murmurs, and you’re surprised to hear a crack in his voice. concerned, you look up, only to see him gazing at you with heart-wrenching affection. you giggle as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

“so many.” 

i found you under an april sky.

you met seungcheol in new york, in your second year of grad school. you had been studying at the cherry fountain in central park, working on one of your final papers, when a man in a smart wool coat had come up to you. 

he had brown windswept hair, round wire-framed glasses, and a grin that could melt the coldest heart. he looked frazzled, asking if you had seen his friend around (“he’s tall and kind of stupid—oh, i’m gonna fucking kill him—dark hair, Korean?”).

you shook your head no...do you know how big central park is? 

somehow, you ran into him again, just as you were leaving for the evening. the sun has started to set and the lights in the high-rise buildings have started to come on. you bundle yourself in your scarf when he notices you. 

he’s holding a rose, probably one from a street vendor, and he hands it to you sheepishly, like he can’t believe he actually found you again.

later, when you put the flower in a vase, you notice he wrote his phone number on the tag. 

i found mingyu. i hope i can find you again, too. 

seungcheol x

home is wherever you are tonight.

tonight you’re alone, writing something in your diary when your phone dings! the little heart next to his name makes you swoon.

cheol <3: hey, can i tell u something? 

despite knowing it’s probably not a big deal, your mind races through all the worst-possible scenarios it could be. what if his mom died? what if he’s moving back to korea and he doesn’t want you to come with him? what if he's sick? what if he's breaking up with you—

you: yeah ofc

three little dots pop up on the screen, hardly seconds after your response. you watch them with a strange mixture of excitement and despair, despite how much you reassure yourself it’s nothing bad. seungcheol would never tell you something serious over text message.

you hear the ding! again, and you can't fight the silly grin that inches across your face.

cheol <3: i just cant wait to marry u xx

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JEONGHAN

I’ve got another one for u kpoppies who is your bias-in-law . like that member of a group who’s just such a bestie to your bias that you have a special love for them … OR that member of a group who you love by proxy bc one of *your* besties biases them 👀