For The Books | Jeon Wonwoo

for the books | jeon wonwoo

summary | wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with. genre | fluff, teacher!au warnings | none, i think let me know! word count | 2.2k words pairing | jeon wonwoo x fem!reader min | lowercase intended i literally put off my other works to write this! delulu era to the max! i advocate for women in stem!!! also! this is like an american high school-level setting. lily is so out of pocket LOL (believe it or not there is a girl just like her at my school). this was 100% self-indulgent

"mr. jeon!" his student lily called. "so you're telling me that after all that, she still hasn't kissed him?" he looked up from his desk and looked over to his obviously distraught student. "lily! i didn't even finish it yet!" her friend mina yelled at her.

"i'm sorry! it's just so crazy how they didn't even kiss! even after they made up and he said all of that to her!" lily huffed.

"what did he say to her? i haven't gotten there yet either," daniel piped in.

"just read it! i'm sorry i brought it up in the first place," lily sighed and pulled out the worksheets she was supposed to complete after reading the book. he shook his head and went back to inputting grades into his computer. it was silly to think lily was just going to do her work. "mr. jeon, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked putting her pencil down. he paused momentarily, fingers hovering over the keyboard. "dude, that's so not cool for you to ask mr. jeon," daniel complained.

"what? we're reading this romantic novel, is it not fair to ask our english teacher if he's in a relationship?" lily replied, crossing her arms. "i mean we have to be reading this book for some reason."

"maybe it's just a part of the curriculum," mina rolled her eyes.

"do you seriously think mr. jeon is sending us subminimal signals about his love life through the books we're reading?" daniel asked.

"i don't know! maybe!" lily said. the three of them continued to argue back and forth at their table. wonwoo should probably stop this before the other students get irritated with the trio. "guys, i can assure you, i am not sending any messages about my love life. please get back to your work," wonwoo cleared his throat. he heard a disappointed noise, but pencils went back to scratching and pages started flipping again. soon it was the end of the class period and everyone was packing up. it was just lily. "next time, please refrain from asking personal questions in class," he asked.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry mr. jeon," lily bowed her head.

"it's alright. it can just be a bit distracting for your classmates. let's try to be more considerate."

"will do," she said, turning on her heel.

"oh and lily, just between me and you," wonwoo paused. "i don't have a girlfriend."

"he said he wasn't in a relationship!" lily cheered. daniel stared at her baffled, "didn't he say not to tell anyone?"

"yeah, but i mean, he must know that i'm going to tell you guys. you guys don't seem as nearly as excited about this as i do."

"why would we be? he's single, it's not like you have a chance with him or something," mina commented.

"no! ew! i would never try to go after a teacher, are you crazy? i'm saying that this is a perfect opportunity for us to get mr. jeon a date!" lily practically squealed.

"a date? with who?"

"with miss ___, of course! who else? haven't you guys ever noticed that they spend almost every lunch period with each other? they're so cute together!"

"maybe they're just planning classes or something," daniel shrugged.

"um, hello? mr. jeon teachers english literature and miss ___ teaches physics b. what would they planning together?"

"touché."

"i think it's time to enact a master plan."

"so everyone understands this equation, right?" you said, turning back to face the class. "tell me now, so i can help. this equation is the very foundation to magnetism, if you don't get it now i can't promise you'll do well in this unit."

no one put their hand up. you smiled, "oh well, i guess we just have a bunch of physic masters in this class. but seriously, let me know if you need help. you can start working on your homework packet now, this way if you have questions you can ask them now. i don't need your frantic emails at midnight."

you returned to your desk and flipped through some lesson plans. you didn't get to finish eating lunch today, so you took out your lunch bag. a small slip of paper fell out of it and onto the ground. you smiled to yourself and reached down to pick it up. "miss ___!" your student lily said, she was standing at the foot of your desk.

"yes, lily?" you answered.

"i have a question about something."

"have at it."

"it isn't physics related though." you looked up, slipping the slip into your pocket. "then, what's it about? do you need to go to the nurse?" you frowned.

"no it's nothing like that, but i was told by another teacher not to ask questions like this in front of the whole class. he said it was inconsiderate," she shrugged.

"oh, um, well i guess you can go ahead."

"are you friends with mr. jeon?"

you froze. mr. jeon? as in english literature teacher mr. jeon? mr. jeon you eat lunch with him every day mr. jeon? maybe they started picking up on something. "well, yeah, i guess you could say that," you coughed. "why are you asking this all a sudden?"

"well, i came by mr. jeon's class before lunch to ask him about an assignment and i saw you there. i didn't want to interrupt, but i didn't know you guys were friends," she shrugged, averting her eyes.

"oh well, yes. mr. jeon started at his position around the same time i did a few years ago. so we got close because of that."

"that's so- i mean, i'm sorry to pry. i was just curious. i mean usually i don't see english teachers and physics teachers talk that much. thanks!"

the whole exchange left you a little baffled.

lily seemed determined to get you and wonwoo together. she began to pry more often and she was getting bolder one question at a time. she even asked if you were in a relationship and if you got you cute gifts for birthdays and holidays from your boyfriend. sometimes she got very bold and mentioned mr. jeon by name. "miss ___, don't you think mr. jeon is cute? you two would be so cute together." you had replied, "i don't think this is time or the place to talk about this, lily. please do your practice problems." you rolled your eyes, "i don't feel like i'm at liberty to answer that."

you couldn't bring yourself to actually discipline her or her friends (who had seemingly joined in on the deep dive about your love life). they were curious teenagers looking for gossip. hell, you were like that too. you felt it would be unfair to punish them for that, as long as it didn't too inappropriate, you didn't mind. it was a bit endearing too.

you just had to push the thought out of your mind. it was time to go to lunch anyway. it was the perfect time to clear your head.

"has lily been asking you some personal questions lately?" wonwoo asked, leaning back in his chair. god, he looked so handsome today. his glasses, pressed shirt, and ironed pants. "yes, has she been causing a raucous here too?" you asked, taking a seat at one of the desks.

"well, she asked me if i think you're beautiful," he chuckled.

you paused. you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for the man sitting in front of you. he was smart and kind.

"of course, i told her you are a lovely human being inside and out, and to get back to doing her project."

"funny, she was telling me that she and her friends thought we'd make a cute couple." he laughed at that, and it made your chest flutter. you loved his laugh. "cute couple, that's so cute," he gasped.

"yeah i know right. who knew our students would start trying to set us up," you joked. he nodded in agreement getting up after his microwave went off from the other side of the room. "it would be so funny if they actually succeeded, but it does seem a bit pointless at this point, right?" he noted.

"yeah, totally pointless," you agreed.

you and wonwoo, being set up, by your students of all people. it sure would be for the books if it happened like that.

what an absurd idea.

the rest of the week went as usual, uneventful, but you did get to see wonwoo on the way of the building and into the parking lot. he held his leather bag in his right hand. "on the way out today?" he asked. "don't you usually do tutoring sessions after school on fridays?"

"we just started a unit, and no one showed up after the fifteen-minute window. i'm out of here," you laughed. he smiled. you loved it when he smiled. "want to walk out together then?" he offered and pushed the door open for you. something about him was so calming and comforting. you smiled and averted your gaze to the floor. even after all these years, he made you a little nervous. you did miss the way he grinned when he caught your shy smile. he loved the way you smiled too. he couldn't wait to see it again, he needed to see it again as soon as possible. he was too lost in thought about the way you smile and the way your voice sounds, that he fell far behind you. "___, wait up," he called as you made your way through the faculty parking lot. he jogged to catch up to you and reached out to grab your hand.

"i swear i saw him kiss her out in the parking lot," daniel insisted. "they were holding hands too!" at this point, lily was totally unmotivated to get her two favorite teachers together. not after miss ___ shut her down on numerous occasions and mr. jeon was just as friendly but unbothered as ever giving his most PG answers. "whatever, daniel," lily huffed. "they would be so perfect together."

"he's literally telling you that they're together, he saw them kissing!" mina exclaimed. lily rolled her eyes. they were all hallucinating just to make themselves feel better that it was wishful thinking. "true love isn't real!" she cried.

"it's time to wake up, sweetheart," he mumbled. "you said you had lots of work to do today."

"yeah, well it's my day off too. i'll get to work later," his fiancé groaned.

"oh come on, i know you're desperate to do all that paperwork," he teased. he tugged on the warm body text to him to pull it closer to him. he loved waking up with his wonderful, beautiful, smart fiancé next to him.

he loved waking up next to you.

"i guess, she's never noticed the necklace with the ring hanging around my neck," you chuckled, nuzzling your face into wonwoo's neck. his arms easily wrapped around your body. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "you know, lily asked me if i had a girlfriend the other week," wonwoo murmured.

"she asked me if i had a boyfriend too," you hummed. "i just told her that it wasn't appropriate to ask that in class."

"i said something similar, but i did tell her i didn't have a girlfriend."

you paused. why would he say that? he was very obviously in a relationship, well obvious to the two of you. he even gave you a ring and a nice dinner to cement your relationship. "i obviously couldn't tell that i didn't have a girlfriend because i have a wonderful, smart fiancé," he laughed. you breathed an internal sigh of relief, but you still hit him in the chest. "that's so stupid," you groaned. "you're catching everyone on a technicality." he thought he was so clever and funny, ever the wordsmith.

"it's so hard not telling the students," wonwoo whispered, and you nodded your head in agreement. he didn't know why the two of you didn't tell the students yet, but the relationship started a bit secretively, almost right after the both of you were onboarded. he guessed the two of you never got out of the whole secret relationship. it was a bit exhilarating keeping the secret between you and him, and the admin. he felt like a teenager again. "maybe we should ease them into it, but let's not let them think it was all them," you said.

"maybe it's time for you to start wearing the ring on your finger then," he commented pulling away to get a better look at you. "i can't wait for you to become mrs. jeon," he smiled.

"yuck, so corny," you rolled your eyes with a smile. "you need to stop with these cheesy sayings early in the morning." nevertheless, you leaned forward and kissed him. he kissed back easily, "come on, i know you like the little notes i leave in your lunch."

"i do, now be quiet and just kiss me."

"gladly."

he did have the whole weekend until he had to go back to school. at least you made the day a little better.

min | im just in a silly goofy mood LOL. my poor attempt at humor and portraying what high schoolers are like. wonwoo being an english teacher just makes sense!!! reblogs and comments are always appreciated! not proofread at the moment (it's 1 in the morning)

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april 20th: pot luck

member | fwb!chan x f reader genre | smut, fwb to lovers word count | 3.2k synopsis | you're no stranger to smoking in the park on 4/20, but smoking in the park while chan begs you to let him make you cum? that's new. content warnings | marijuana use (smoking), there's angst for like 3 seconds but not really smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, oral (reader receiving), fingering, sexual acts in a semi-public setting (they're in a secluded area of a park), sexual acts while high, shotgunning, chan is clingy & cute when he's high :) disclaimer | this story is a work of fiction. both chan and reader are portrayed as consenting adults above the legal age of 21. always make sure your partner is someone you trust and have talked with beforehand while sober. remember to practice safe, consensual sex! notes | requested by @angelwoozi 🧸!! this concept is going to sit in my brain forever now agsdjkfahsd i hope you like it! also tagging @bitchlessdino because it would be a sin if i didn't. happy 420!

you hold the pre-rolled joint between your fingers, watching the way the thin smoke spirals off the end of it. chan holds out his hand as you exhale, and you pass it back to him for him to take his turn.

it's the secluded end of the park, where the trees are thicker and shadier and the grass is always a little bit damp, even during hot summer afternoons. a cool breeze blows today, and distantly you can hear birds chirping and the shuffling footfalls of joggers making their way around the park's running paths.

you lay back, settling down on top of the worn, quilted picnic blanket you keep in your car. for the first time in a while the weather's been nice enough to draw you outside, spring gradually melting into summer.

he holds the joint out towards you but you wave him off, so he sets it at the edge of his ashtray, the little yellow painted one you made him for his birthday in a ceramics class from a few semesters ago.

chan leans back too, propping himself up on one elbow as he reaches for his water bottle absently.

laying on your back, you can see each leaf on the tree, and when the wind blows you can see bits of blue sky peeking through the swaying branches. you hear chan call your name, but you ignore him, just wanting to watch the world go by for a moment. or maybe, you just pretended to hear him call your name. you seem to do that a lot recently, imagining him doing things until you aren't sure what's real or dreamed.

ever since new year's eve when you accidentally on-purpose slept with him and then maybe kept sleeping with him for months afterward, nothing's been the same. despite the fact that you definitely like him as more than just a friend you have sex with, you’ve never talked about it with him because he seems more than fine with keeping things simple; you wish he didn’t, but you don’t want to push him, so you just stick to having sex and sharing your weed.

it turns out him calling your name was, in fact, real, because a few seconds later you see his figure looming over you, blocking your view of the leaves and the sky.

your words come out lilted. "what is it, chan?"

"can i eat you out?"

you blink slowly a few times, thinking and processing his sentence and repeating it in your head so many times until you'd forgotten what he'd actually said.

"eating what? we had tacos earlier. i’ll make you a sandwich or something when we go back, i told you you should’ve brought more snacks to munch on."

“noooooo.” he whines and flops down onto the blanket on his side. "wanna eat you," he grumbles. his fingers find your arm and begin drawing shapes and patterns along your skin as he waits for your response.

it finally clicks in your mind what he's asking, and with much effort you roll your head over to look at him. "why?"

"because it's a nice day outside," he says, fingers trailing down to your wrist. "and i like it. oh my god, you're so hot. like… woah. why wouldn't i want to?"

your heart jumps, and you can't tell if it's completely from his words or mixed with how stoned you are, but you feel so happy. he sounds almost affectionate.

you shift your legs, your pants starting to grow uncomfortable the more you begin to think about chan between your thighs. it's a sight you're familiar with, but one you can never quite seem to get used to.

you throw your arm over your head, tugging gently at the cool grass beneath your fingertips to ground you to earth. "but there's sooo many people out, chan," you say, a little more giddy than you intend. "you’re too high. somebody'll see."

he closes his eyes slowly and furrows his brow, thinking deeply.

"put your bag here, then," he says finally, rolling over onto his stomach to grab your tote bag from the edge of the blanket and haul it over to your hip. it was a good idea in theory, but in reality it barely covers a tiny part of your body, and it would only be effective at blocking his head from onlookers at a very specific angle.

his fingers brush over your thigh on accident, and you sigh, legs parting just slightly. chan doesn't seem to notice, though; he's latched himself to your arm again, tracing his name across your skin over and over like a kindergartener learning to write their name for the first time.

"you really want to?" you ask, peering over at him through foggy eyes but grinning when you see him now focused on the tiny hairs on your arm.

"yes, please," he hums, and he starts kissing the inside of your elbow along your forearm. his lips are warm and so, so soft, it feels like rays of sunshine tickling your skin. until he opens his mouth and he starts gnawing on you, biting gently at your arm.

you swat at the back of his head, and then once more, laughing at how silly he is. silly feels like the right word. silly how cute he is and silly how maybe you're a little bit in love with him.

"oka-ay," you say finally, tugging on his hair to get him to stop biting you. he rests his head on your stomach and gazes up at you with big, soft eyes, and you know there's nothing going on in his head right now. honestly, there's not much going on in yours either, but there's enough happening up there to know better than to not let him have what he wants.

you pull the bag closer to yourself and lift your hips, shifting your pants down just enough to expose the top of your thighs.

"don't let anybody see—" you start to say, but chan is already diving in. he shimmies down your body, positioning himself between your legs so that it would look like he's merely resting on top of you if anyone passing by were to steal a quick glance.

in your present state of mind, neither of you are quite as sneaky as you probably think. you can only pray no one walking around the park is paying much attention to their surroundings, though your spot is far enough away from the main paths that someone would have to be intentionally looking in order to find you.

one thing you know for sure is that chan is a messy eater. in the privacy of his apartment (or occasionally, yours) he'll spend hours between your legs, making out with your pussy until you're so exhausted and overstimulated that just the thought of another orgasm makes you shudder. usually he doesn't go that far, because at the end of it all he still wants to have his cock inside of you, but that doesn't ever stop him from making a complete mess of you anyways.

but to your surprise, when he kisses you over your underwear before pulling them down your hips, his lips are slow and gentle, like wading through water. you feel his fingers kneading your waist, and you realize belatedly that you've been tensed up. you'd been preparing for a fast, rough onslaught of pleasure but clearly chan has other plans today: taking his sweet time with you. and with how fuzzy your head feels right now, going slow is more than fine by you.

he flicks at your clit, laying his tongue flat and smoothing it over every inch of you before flicking again, and subconsciously you angle your hips upward, chasing his mouth. his spit covers your cunt, and when he moves his head back you can feel the breeze cooling the heat between your legs, sending a shiver up and down your spine.

you hear a shrill scream from behind you, and you tilt your neck back to see where the noise came from. upside down, you can see two kids distantly running around in the grass, playing a game.

you yank chan up by the back of his collar and pull your pants up as far as they'll go, ignoring the insane wedgie you've just given yourself as you scramble to look like you haven’t been doing anything suspicious.

you stay on your back, craning your head around to look at your surroundings. once you’re certain nobody’s around, your eyes settle on chan, who’s staring blankly back at you. his face glistens in the sunlight from the amount of wetness all over his face that he doesn't even seem to be aware of.

"wipe your mouth," you try to scold him, but the whole situation is suddenly so funny you can't help the laugh that comes out instead.

chan sits up, a little disoriented at first but he pushes through the clouds in his mind and finally brings his hand up to his face, swiping at his mouth once with the back of his hand. he looks around and he spies the ashtray with the half-smoked joint still sitting in it, and with a lazy grin he leans over to grab it, fumbling with his lighter to reignite it.

he takes a long, slow hit, and you're surprised he's not more out of breath from just having his face shoved in your pussy for what seemed like eternity.

he holds it out to you with a little grunt, and you finally find the energy to prop yourself up onto your elbows to take it from him. you inhale then breathe out a fine cloud of smoke as you pass it back to him, and he sets it back down, giggling to himself.

you smile, his laughter contagious with your already content mood. "what're you laughing at?"

he rolls his head around in a circle, staring off into the distance with a dopey grin on his face. "i… dunno," he answers finally, and he looks back at you, his eyes full of emotion you can't really understand fully.

"well, you almost got us caught, dummy," you tell him, an involuntary pout forming on your lips as you lay back down. "if you wanna have sex we should just go back to your apartment now."

"i don't want to," he whines, and you frown at him. he opens his mouth, stops and closes it again, then finally speaks, seemingly having gathered all his words together in the right order. "of course i always wanna have sex with you but right now i wanna make you cum first. like, right now, right now." he looks over at you again with those big, stupid, pretty eyes of his. "ple-ease?"

"but somebody might see again, channie. you can make me cum at home."

he shakes his head slowly. "but we still have to finish this, anyway," he protests, pointing at what's left of the joint.

you lose focus and stare off at the trees again, knowing he's right. you'll have to stay until it's out, then clean up your blanket and put away your stash, so it's not like you were gonna get home anytime soon then, right?

he turns towards you suddenly, his mouth half open like he's just thought of something crazy. he carefully transfers the joint to your hand, wrapping your fingers around the end of it. "how about i finger you, and you can hold this for me until you cum, and then we finish it and we go home and fuck. holding two birds with one stone."

you glance around, hoping nobody heard him loudly exclaim that he wants to finger you. you think about telling him to keep it down, or at least correct his attempt at a metaphor, but the words feel like too much effort and you're still weary from the almost-orgasm just a few minutes ago.

you stare at the object he had put in your hand for a second before you decide to take a drag, putting your other hand on chan's neck to pull him close so you can exhale the smoke into his lips.

clearly he wasn't expecting it, and he coughs a couple times, but he recovers and immediately goes in to kiss you again. he kisses you for so long it feels like he's never going to pull away, and when you do finally let go for a second it seems like he isn't even breathing.

he just sighs dreamily, his eyes still closed. "i love kissing you," he says, and the way he says it makes it sound so important.

you elbow him in the chest lightly to get his attention, and he lets out a little "oof!" and opens his eyes.

"hurry up so we can go home. i wanna suck your dick," you say, clearly deciding to let him have his way as you push your pants down once more.

his hand slides over your body, and the way he smiles when his two fingers make contact with your pussy gives you goosebumps. his touch feels heavenly, and you have to put all your focus on holding the joint upright so you don’t accidentally drop it. but it’s so hard to stay focused when you can feel his fingers so deep inside you, moving in and out and curling and scissoring and it drives you crazy.

at least in this new position, it’s not as obvious what you’re doing. with shaky hands you take another hit, a bigger one this time, trying to finish it as fast as you can so you can go home and not have to worry about being seen.

chan pushes a third finger into you and you hold back a whimper, wrinkling your nose in pleasure.

he opens and closes his mouth at you, and there’s a few seconds before your brain catches up and you realize he wants you to help him smoke while his hands are occupied. you carefully hold the joint up to his mouth and he wraps his lips around it.

the sight of him laying on his side, his hand cupping your cunt as you act like his personal helper is hotter than you expect it to be, and you clench around his fingers, heat burning in your abdomen.

he sucks in a sharp breath and leans his head away from your hand to cough again. “are you— close?” he asks once he’s recovered, his tone almost pouty. “you’re squeezing my hand so hard and now my dick hurts because i imagined fucking you instead.”

you sigh, leaning your head back against the blanket and letting your eyes close again, your hand propped up in the air. “yeah… i reeally wanna fuck you.”

he pries the joint out of your hand to take a hit by himself, then puts it back in your grip and moves his other hand to massage your breast over your shirt. you whine, not expecting it, and buck your hips up.

“fuck, chan– faster, please,” you mumble, your head swimming.

he puts his thumb to your clit and presses down, his fingers moving more roughly inside of you to draw you closer and closer. after a while you open your eyes, and you find him staring at you with such a sweet, empty look on his face, it makes you want to kiss him forever.

you pull him down on top of you and push your lips against his. your teeth clack with his but you don’t care, because you feel too good everywhere else to even pay attention to one little bad thing.

just like the way chan eats you out, he’s messy when he kisses you, and even more so when he’s high. you can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you whine into him, the rest of the world falling away so that the only two people who exist in the entire world are you and him.

without warning you feel familiar waves wash over you and you practically go limp under him as your orgasm knocks the breath out of your lungs. he stills his fingers inside of you but continues to pet at your clit with his thumb as your walls spasm and contract around him.

when you start to regain some of what’s left of your senses you grab his hand to stop him, pulling him out of your aching pussy. he sighs and pushes his face into your chest, humming against your boobs.

caught up in the moment you hadn’t noticed when you’d dropped the joint, but luckily there was a god or some being out there in the universe that was on your side, because you’d dropped it directly onto the ashtray and not the blanket or the grass.

chan sits up and folds his legs cross-legged as he lights it one more time and hands it to you. there’s not much left of it by now, so it doesn’t take long for you both to finish it. your clothes stink of smoke and you’re a lot clumsier than usual, but you’re more content than you’ve been in a long time.

it’s not the first time you’ve had sex with him while high, but something feels different this time. maybe it was the way he clung to your arm walking back to his apartment, giggling with glee about how he couldn’t wait to have you all to himself. but it was probably more the fact that he told you he loved you right after you came and then proceeded to beg you to let him kiss you again.

of course you let him, your heart and your head soaring as you laid in the grass, casually making out for at least a quarter of an hour. you were in no rush to be anywhere, especially not when you had everything you wanted right here. and it seemed like he had everything he wanted, too: when you finally started to pack up your things to leave, he’d panickedly asked if you would stay with him.

“of course i’m staying,” you laughed, pushing him off of the blanket so you could fold it and put it away. “aren’t we going back to your place?”

“yeah, we are,” he said shyly, plucking a dandelion from the grass. “i meant like… all the time. i don’t wanna do this anymore.”

you looked at him, suddenly scared and a little confused at the sudden change from how excited he’d just been. “…you don’t want us anymore?”

he shook his head. “no, i want you! serious, like boyfriend and girlfriend! i want us to be us.” you don’t immediately respond, and he frowned.“you don’t want to?”

your eyes softened. “i do want to,” you smiled, crawling over to him to cup his cheeks in your hands. “i want to, very much.”

it would be a while before you finally made it back to chan’s apartment, but it was worth the wait. everything was worth the wait.

next year, when you sat in the same spot at the same park to spend your anniversary together, you joked that he had waited until april 20th to make it official because he’d wanted your anniversary to be on a funny date. but really you didn’t mind, because it just gave you more reasons to celebrate.

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108 + 116 + 64 with Minghao please, love ♡

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!

a/n: this one’s a little bit longer, but it’ll be worth it 😏

tags/warnings: female! reader, boyfriend! minghao, dom! minghao, defiant!reader, a bit of dirty talking, some ass smacking, just minghao being a hot mf (that arena homme shoot was something else) 🥵

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64. “let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

108. “if you leave the house wearing that the second you come home i’m bending you over the bed.”

116. “watch me.”

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“if you leave the house wearing that, the second you come home i’m bending you over the bed,” minghao says licking his lips, his eyes fixated on how your body looked in your short, satin black dress.

you bite your lip as you turn your back toward him, enjoying the fact that you had him secretly writhing. you were going out for a night with your friends and of course, you wanted to look hotter. but, you also wanted to get a rise out of minghao, teasing him was always a guilty pleasure of yours.

“then watch me,” you smile at him as you grab your purse, leaving your room door, closing it behind you.

—-

you and your friends’ laughter erupts in your apartment hallway, some of you slightly tipsy, holding on to each other for support. as you approach your door, you search for your keys, pressing your fob on the lock as you hear the familiar tone.

“well, i’ll see you guys later! i had a great time tonight,” you say smiling brightly. your friends wave and tell you goodbye as you close the door behind you. you walk a few more steps to your room, opening it to reveal minghao sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, face smug - your floor lamp the only light illuminating your room.

“welcome back, babe,” he says, looking at you up and down, craving the way you looked, despite having partied all night. “h-hey, hao,” you say putting your bag down, taking your heels off.

“didn’t i tell you that i would bend you over the bed if you left with that dress on? i can’t believe you thought you’d actually got one past me,” he says as he stands up, walking toward you. inches away from you face, he tilts your chin up so he knows you’re looking directly at him.

“let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules,” he whispers directly in your ear.

——

“fuck! yesss, minghao!” you nearly scream as he pounds into you from behind, his dick fitting perfectly inside you. with you on the bed (and your dress pushed up) and him still standing up, he had the best view of your ass, already red and sore from him smacking it so much.

“that’s not my name right now, baby - but do tell me, who makes you feel this good? cause no one else who saw you in that dress could do you the way i can,” he smirks as you feel the familiar sting on your right cheek.

you moan out, “only you sir.. only you can make feel this good, f-fuck, only want you!”

“mmm, that’s right my darling.. if you continue fucking me good like this, i may be nice to you. let you cum when you want, even. but for now, you’re gonna come when i tell you to.” he pulls out from behind you and your whine at the loss of contact.

he sits back on the chair as your turn around to face him, his dick standing proudly, making it hard for you to turn away. “you’re gonna come over here and ride me so i can still your ass. and if you come before i tell you,” he scoffs, “you’re gonna have a hard time walking tomorrow morning.”

joshua - honeymoon

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you groaned, realizing that you were waking up with an awful headache. you rolled over and made yourself comfortable under the comforter around you. you noticed that your husband wasn’t with you but didn’t let that stop you from going back to sleep.

while trying to fall back asleep, you heard the door to the room open and barely opened your eyes. you saw your husband walking in with a plate of food in each hand.

"are you awake?" he asked you, noticing that you were staring at him.

"barely."

he chuckled and set the food down on a table that was in the room, next to the closed balcony doors.

"i'll get you some medicine," he said before walking to your suitcases, which were set on the floor against a wall.

you hid yourself underneath the blanket before hearing joshua walk over to the bed.

"come on, take this and eat breakfast," he said to you.

you reluctantly sat up in the bed and looked up at him. he held a pill bottle and had opened your water bottle for you.

"be glad that you're hot. anyone else and i'd punch them," you said and took the two items from him. "thank you."

he chuckled and smiled at you, "you're welcome." he turned away and headed towards the door, "there's more food. i'll be right back," he said before exiting the room.

you took some medicine and drank some water before groggily getting out of bed. you went to joshua's suitcase and grabbed one of his hoodies and threw it on. then, you went to the table and sat down on one of the chairs.

you started eating the breakfast that joshua prepared. after a minute, he came back into the room with more plates of food. he sat down in the other chair and started eating with you.

"you know, i told you not to drink that much," he said to you.

"and you were so right," you replied to him. "i feel horrible."

"i bet," joshua replied. "let's just take it easy today. just because we're on our honeymoon does not mean you can drink like we're college students again."

"i didn't drink that much, babe," you said to him and grabbed a piece of fruit from one of the other plates with your fork.

"says the one that passed out in our taxi before we even got back here," he replied, referencing last night.

"oh, that's what happened?"

joshua sighed and nodded his head. "yea, you were out like a light after we got into the taxi," he mentioned, "but you were pretty cute forgetting that we were married."

you raised an eyebrow at him, "i forgot that we were married?" you asked.

"with how bad of a headache you have, that didn't tell you that how drunk you were?" joshua replied with a smile.

"how am i supposed to know?" you whined before hiding your face behind your hands, feeling your headache grow worst. you groaned, "can we just cuddle? my headache is getting worst." you heard joshua laugh and brought your hands down. "what?" you questioned him.

he was smiling, "nothing. you're just too cute," he replied before standing up. "come on, mrs. hong. let's cuddle."

heart clench (jihoon fic)

it’s kinda wild that i haven’t really kept up with SVT much the last year outside of their music releases, but jihoon fics are still coming to me. 

kinda wanna catch up on Going SVT this month now because tomorrow is the last day of grad school for me!!

w.c. 1k (fLUFF. i’m feeling soft these days)

This is always the worst part about the night. They can both agree to that.

But Jihoon had made very specific rules about seeing her.

They could spend all day together. They could stay up for most of the night. But he must go home.

Their days together don’t tend to run into the early mornings. Jihoon may be a night owl, but she is most certainly an early bird. So, as the nights get later, she starts to yawn.

“I should get going,” he murmurs now. He can feel her dozing off against him as they watch a new anime together. She agreed to watch them as long as they weren’t gory.

She hums and slowly pushes herself up to sitting. “Let me pack up some of the food so that you can take it to the dorm.”

He lets her pull him to his feet and trails after her, smiling as she yawns all the way to the kitchen.

“Do you want tea?” he asks her.

“Only if you’re going to have a cup,” she comments, her back to him as she looks for extra Tupperware.

Jihoon turns the kettle on.

They discuss mundane things. 2 AM conversations at 11 PM. 

While separating food into various containers, she asks him what makes his heart hurt.

“In a bad way?” he asks. He pops tea bags into a mug for each of them. The steam from the freshly boiled water is warm against his skin when he pours over the bags, the sweet smell of chamomile mingling with the earthy smells of stew and fresh bread from dinner.

“No,” she puts the containers into a plastic bag for him, knotting it carefully. “Doesn’t have to be. Just those moments that make your heart clench.”

Jihoon brings the mugs to the table in her kitchen, taking the seat closer to hers rather than the one across from her. When she sits, the doggy bag set on his usual side of the table, their legs tangle together. He can feel how warm she is from having been curled under the blanket.

“Whenever I sing Circles in front of Carats,” Jihoon decides.

She smiles slightly. “That’s a good one.”

His heart clenches then. That little dozy smile.

“What about you?” He plays with the tea bag in his mug to avoid saying what he’s really thinking out loud.

She tips her head, pursing her lips as she thinks. “Can I be sappy?”

Jihoon chuckles. “You’re the one who brought up the question.”

“My non-sappy answer is seeing my little niece’s face light up when I compliment her artwork. The little dance she does when she gets to eat something she likes.”

“And the sappy answer?”

She gets up to grab a spare plate so that she can take her tea bag out. She doesn’t like strong tea.

“Whenever you go home.”

Jihoon’s breath catches at that answer.

She meets his eyes. A braver human than him by a long shot. He wouldn’t have the guts to look her in the eye and lay his heart bare for her. “I know you set the boundary of wanting to go home and not wanting to stay here overnight.” She shrugs, smiling as she lifts her mug. “I just like you, I guess.”

As she sips, interrupting their eye contact, Jihoon reflects on how to respond.

Early in the relationship, they’d both admitted to one toxic trait. Jihoon admitted to poor communication. She admitted to the inability to be vulnerable.

They agreed to helping each other with the toxic trait. She was the one who asked him what boundaries he knew he had.

“And don’t be afraid to voice new ones as they come up.”

Hence their agreement that he leave every night.

Jihoon had encouraged her to speak her mind. He prompts her constantly: tell me more, please explain. He feels like a shrink half the time, but he finds he doesn’t need to prompt as often. She’s willing to share pieces of herself now, requiring less walls and shields around her heart and mind.

Like telling him she actually really does like him. Not that that hadn’t been obvious, but she’s never voiced it so blatantly before.

“Do you want to know my sappy answer?” he asks.

He waits until the silence encourages her to lift her gaze to meet his.

“When you fall asleep on me. It’s comforting that you feel safe with me.”

They keep talking, their tea cooling, the night stretching on.

By the time, he gets up to actually leave, it’s nearly 2 hours later.

He pauses at the door before turning to her. She stares up at him, dozy expression but curious as to what’s stopping him.

“Did you forget—?” 

Before she can finish her question, Jihoon’s lips have stolen the words from her mouth. When she melts into the kiss, Jihoon’s free hand finds the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. The lines of her body align against his, her arms snaking around the back of his neck.

“What was that for?” she breathes.

They’ve had sex plenty of times. Typically early in the night so that they can fit in another round if they want and so that neither of them falls asleep. The goodbye kisses tend to be chaste. The door’s usually open and he’s halfway through it.

“You said that your heart clenches when I leave,” he says against her lips.

She nods, still trying to catch her breath.

“I want to stay.”

“Why?”

“Because saying goodbye to you makes my heart clench,” Jihoon says. “Because getting to sleep to you might soothe that pain in the morning.”

Her eyes flick back and forth between his, studying him. “Are you sure?”

Jihoon nods, stealing another kiss.

“So, we can go to sleep now?” she asks, her voice small. Worried that he’ll leave if that’s all she can offer him right now.

He kisses her forehead. “Go get ready for bed, I’ll clean the kitchen.” 

Another quick kiss to the forehead. 

Just to see the way she relishes his lips against her skin.

Heart. Clench.

13 ways to propose | j.wonwoo

# genres & pairings: best friends to lovers to getting engaged, wonu calls reader “love”,  lots and lots of fluff bc i love this couple sm, a little plot twist toward the end 

# warnings: there’s a brief misunderstanding where reader thinks wonwoo is cheating (which is absolutely not the case) but it gets resolved quickly  # word count: 4.1k

# author’s note: this is the sequel to 19 signs you’re unofficially dating but it can be read on its own !! also in case no one actually knew . . . yes both of the titles are based on real wikiHow links lol

# a glimpse: the one where wonwoo wants to propose but things don’t always go according to plan

It’s one of those rare restless nights where Wonwoo’s in bed by your side yet somehow can’t quite fall asleep. Your head on his chest with an arm wrapped around him, your eyes closed and he wants nothing more than to just lay here forever. Wonwoo sees your left hand devoid of any jewelry and there’s a question that’s been on his mind for far, far, far too long now. 

“Soon,” he thinks to himself with a smile, “Soon there’ll be a weight resting on that hand of yours and a question for him to ask.”

You see, Jeon Wonwoo is a well-organized man who prides himself on rationality and logic. He’s got it all planned down to the minute, the manner in which he’ll ask that four-worded question to you the way that you deserve. However, life and love have a tendency to throw obstacles in the way, and perhaps it’s inevitable—the changes of time, a lack of control, a sudden burst of spontaneity. Jeon Wonwoo doesn’t know it tonight (not just yet, but he’ll find out soon enough) things don’t always go according to plan. 

He’s been planning this proposal for months now. Making the effort to keep a carefully written itinerary updated on his phone. There’s a whole process to this, a way to do this right, and Wonwoo’s well aware that you deserve the best proposal he has to offer. There’s a guide of sorts that’s helped him out—an article titled “13 ways to propose” on wikiHow. 

NUMBER ONE: CHOOSE A MEANINGFUL LOCATION

Perhaps planning the location was what stumped Wonwoo the most. There are a lot of places that come to mind like the cafe where you both had your first date or perhaps on the trail you two often go for a walk on. But there’s just something about the locations, they don’t quite feel right. The cafe feels a little too casual with too many people and the trail feels too empty. Special days between you two are typically spent dressing up and going out and with an important date coming up, Wonwoo plans to go all out to woo you. 

Mingyu’s opened up a new restaurant lately and the two of you have yet to visit. 

With a little help from friends and family, Wonwoo could very well get it decorated to his standards and surprise you. 

NUMBER TWO: PICK THE RIGHT TIME

Is there ever truly a right time for things? 

There’s a day Wonwoo thinks fondly about, the day the both of you finally acknowledged your feelings and confessed. With your anniversary coming up soon, it’s an opportunity that can’t be missed. 

NUMBER THREE: KEEP YOUR PARTNER’S PREFERENCES IN MIND

A public proposal isn’t entirely either of your vibes and Wonwoo doesn’t want the proposal to happen in front of a bunch of strangers. If he had things his way, he’d much rather it just be the two of you but knowing you the way that he does, it’d be good to have your family around. A more private setting with a few chosen people is a good compromise and he makes a mental note to get everyone’s help once everything has been finalized. 

NUMBER FOUR: DON’T BE AFRAID TO CHALLENGE EXPECTATIONS

It’s not that Wonwoo is afraid to challenge expectations but rather, love and impulsivity challenge his own. 

NUMBER FIVE: FOLLOW CULTURAL TRADITIONS

Wonwoo’s well aware that he technically already does have your family’s permission to marry you but if he’s going to do this, he’s going to do this properly and officially ask for permission. Though he’s known your parents his entire life, there’s still that sense of nervousness coursing through his veins. He’s dressed nice enough he figures with a pair of trousers and a dress shirt. It’s not the first time he’s stood in front of your parent’s house given that the place has always served as a second home for him during his younger years—well, perhaps third? Yes, third would be a more fitting place as to where this house stands in his heart now. There’s his own parent’s house taking second place. Within those walls are laughter and loss and a story for another day—Home, his real home. The one full of love and safety and silly little arguments is where- it’s not a place, Wonwoo realizes. It’s not a place because home is you. Regardless of whether the place you both inhabit is a two-bedroom apartment or a house for your future children to inherit, his home rests wherever you are.   

“Wonwoo-ah?” The familiar voice draws Wonwoo out of his thoughts and he’s faced with your mother by the door. “Come in!” she says with a smile. 

Asking your parents for permission to marry you goes by smoother than he expects. There’s nothing for them to object with how Wonwoo has been by your side for most of your life and they’re well aware that he’s a good man.

When he enters the apartment that night, he hears the sound of music playing, and the scent of something good cooking in the air. He heads to the kitchen after taking off his shoes and there he sees you wearing one of his shirts. It’s a sight he comes home to, often, and one he deems a privilege he’s lucky enough to witness. 

“Love,” he calls out, the familiar nickname leaving him with ease. 

“Where have you been?” you ask. Wonwoo’s not entirely sure how to respond to the question. He doesn’t mean to lie, truly he doesn’t. After all, your relationship has been built on the basis of trust and honesty. But a part of him knows that if he were to reveal he was with your parents then that would raise suspicion on your end and he doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.

“I was with the guys.” 

You feel Wonwoo’s hands make their home on your waist, your boyfriend completely unaware of the thoughts running through your head. You’re not entirely sure how to take in Wonwoo’s statement—it’s not true, he wasn’t “with the guys” because just a few minutes ago... Seungcheol called to ask if you knew where your boyfriend was. 

“Did you eat dinner?” 

“Nah, I wanted to eat with you. I’m gonna get changed first.” Wonwoo leans in to kiss you once, twice, then three times. It’s a habit he’s formed lately, one of the ways he utters “I love you” without actually speaking the words out loud.

NUMBER SIX: PICK A RING IF YOUR PARTNER WOULD LIKE ONE

“Wonwoo-ah, it’s perfect!” your mom says excitedly. There’s a sigh of relief that escapes him at your mother’s approval for the ring.

“Really, you think so?” The ring was entirely customized and designed by him on the more simplistic side, however, not entirely traditional. In the center rests your birthstone and branching out from the center is a combination of small diamonds and his own birthstone. 

“You did good, trust me.” He’s glad that your mother has been so supportive of this whole process and journey given that his own couldn’t be here. For as long as he could remember, your mother has been a second mom to him. 

Once home after picking up the ring, he realizes that there isn’t really a good place to hide it. Keeping it in your shared bedroom would be too much of a risk given that you could easily find it yet keeping it in his car feels a little too unsafe. The ideal place for its safekeeping is somewhere within his reach yet out of yours and he decides on keeping it in the office. It’s more of a shared office space between you two where he completes work from home at times and you’ve got the items for your hobbies as well as a shelf full of books. However, Wonwoo uses the office the most and you don’t often come in. Banking on that, Wonwoo disguises the engagement ring in a cardboard box to disguise it as a package near his desk. 

It started off as a nice day when it happens—the argument blows out of proportion between you and Wonwoo that is. You’ve decided to do some much-needed spring cleaning around the apartment and have done every part of the apartment save for the office. 

“I can clean the office on my own, love,” Wonwoo says. It’s entirely unlike your boyfriend to say such a thing when he typically prefers that you do things together. 

“What, why? We always clean it together.” 

“It’s a lot of work and most of the mess is mine anyway.”

“We’re a team, we’re supposed to do things together.” 

“I use it more than you do, love. I can clean it on my own,” There’s a sense of panic that fills Wonwoo at the thought of you finding the engagement ring he’s kept in the office but he realizes that he’s taken things too far when he utters the words, “It’s my office.” 

“Fine have it your way!” 

“Love, that’s not- I didn’t mean it that way, I’m sorry.” Wonwoo goes after you as you head into the bedroom. 

“What the hell are you hiding?”

“Nothing?” Even Wonwoo doesn’t seem so sure about his statement.

“You lied. Last week when you told me you were out with the guys, you lied.”

“What? Wait- how did you find that out?”

“It doesn’t matter! With the way you’ve been acting lately, I know you’re hiding something!” Wonwoo grows quiet and suddenly, there’s a realization that draws upon you. “Are you- are you cheating on me?” 

“What? No, would you think that?”

“Then where were you that night?”

“I can’t say.”

“Then I can’t sleep in the same bed as you tonight.”

“Love, I-”

“I’m sleeping in the living room.” You’re off to grab some blankets and a pillow but Wonwoo takes your hand before you can.

“Lo-” he stops himself from speaking the nickname because, in this moment, he doesn’t have the right to use the nickname. You watch as Wonwoo’s features soften, an apologetic look settling on his face. “Let me sleep in the living room, take the bed please.” 

You decide not to argue with your boyfriend about this, simply squeezing his hand once, twice, then three times in a silent reassurance that you’ll get through this together if not right now then soon enough. 

The hours go by a little unsettling—you can’t sleep without Wonwoo’s warmth. You know that he’d never cheat on you the fact that you even said it out loud has you regretting how things went down. It’s nearing 2 am when you finally decide to get out of bed and head over to your boyfriend. Wrapping yourself in a blanket and bringing it with you, it comes as a surprise when you see that Wonwoo is still awake. 

“You’re still up?” you ask. 

“I- yeah, I couldn’t sleep.” 

“Can we cuddle?”

“Can I be the little spoon?” 

“Ok.” You both settle on the couch and with Wonwoo on top of you, it’s silent. It isn’t until a few moments later that you feel him trembling in your arms, head resting in the crook of your neck.  

“I’m not cheating, love, I am so, so, so sorry if I did or said anything that would make you think such a thing. You can do anything, go through the office, look through my phone, anything that’ll ease your worries. Please, I just- I’m sorry.” You take in the sight of your boyfriend with messy hair, a red nose, and tears falling from his eyes. You try your best to gently pat the tears away. 

“I don’t want to look through your things, hon. I respect your privacy. But we need to talk this out.”

“I went over to your parent’s house that night,” he admits. He goes through his phone and shows you the screen, revealing a selfie of him and your parents and sure enough, the date lines up. There’s a sigh of relief that escapes you at the truth Wonwoo tells. 

“I’m sorry that I jumped to conclusions.” Wonwoo shakes his head in response and clears his throat.  

“It’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have lied in the first place.” 

“Can I ask why you went there without me?” 

“I wanted to talk to them to ask for permission to marry you.” It takes a moment for the weight of Wonwoo’s words to register in your head.

“You wanna marry me?” 

“Of course I do.” Wonwoo leans in to kiss you.

Once.

Twice.

Then three times. 

And it feels like everything will be alright.

NUMBER SEVEN: ASK OR HIRE SOMEONE TO TAKE PICTURES

The proposal is set to happen over dinner, the two of you seated in a private corner of the restaurant but your friends and family at tables around you for it to be a surprise. With the number of people enlisted to be present, there’ll be enough people to record the moment. He’s a little nervous, thinking about all of the eyes that’ll be watching. Granted it is friends and family and he knows they won’t judge him but still- to bare all of his feelings out in the open for everyone to witness feels frightening. 

Regardless, he’ll push through.

NUMBER EIGHT: PLAN TO SPEND QUALITY TIME TOGETHER AFTER THE PROPOSAL

After the proposal, there are a number of ways that things could go. Of course, you’ll end up spending time with your friends and family there for the proposal but he plans for when it’s just the two of you. He does some research and books a night at a nice hotel for that extra romance. 

NUMBER NINE: PRACTICE WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY

It’s a little hard for Wonwoo to find the proper time and place to practice what it is that he wants to say during the proposal. After all, he can’t just openly practice his speech during work hours nor he can’t say it at home when you’re within earshot. Sometimes he’ll practice on the drive to work—trying his best to recount each and every word.

Though, if he’s being honest with himself there aren’t any words worthy of conveying the love you’ve offered throughout the years. 

He’s in the bathroom one night, having just gotten out of the shower and wearing a pair of sweatpants while rehearsing (read: mumbling out) his speech. There’s a knock on the door that draws him out of his thoughts, the sound of your familiar voice greeting his ears. 

“Wonu?” you call out.

Did you hear?

At the sudden intrusion, he drops his phone and in an attempt to catch it accidentally hits his arm on the counter. A string of curses escapes his mouth as he brings a hand to his arm and the door opens.

“I’m ok!” he manages to say. 

“Stay here, I’ll get you something to ice it!” Once you’ve got a package of frozen vegetables wrapped in a towel, you tell Wonwoo to sit on the counter.

“Love, I’m not gonna sit on the counter,” he says with a roll of his eyes. 

“Sit on the counter, you’re hurt.” 

“I’m fine, you don’t have to-”

“Wonwoo, sit on the damn counter.” Your boyfriend can tell that there’s no changing your mind and eventually does as you say. He’s even taller than usual with him seated on the bathroom sink counter but it’s not very often you get the chance of fuss over him. You place the makeshift ice pack on his arm, having to hold back a laugh at the way he pouts a little. “Does it hurt?”

“Kind of,” he admits. You’re standing in between Wonwoo’s legs, a sigh leaving your lips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” 

“Is everything ok? You’ve been weird lately,” you mumble as you lean up to offer Wonwoo a kiss. 

“Our anniversary’s coming up, love,” he comments. 

“What do you wanna do?”

“I was thinking we could go shopping during the day and head to that cat cafe you’ve been wanting to visit. We could end off with dinner at Gyu’s restaurant and spend the night in a hotel.” While you are thankful for your boyfriend’s thoughtfulness, it’s not fair for you two just be doing things that you like.

“Why don’t we stay in for the day?” you offer. “We can have a lazy day together and relax.”

“It’s our anniversary, we should do something.”

“Spending time with you is something that I want.”

“I wanna go out for a change.” Though you’re not entirely convinced, you decide to go along with it. 

“If you change your mind, let me know.” 

NUMBER TEN: PICK A NICE OUTFIT

The outfit Wonwoo has planned to wear for your anniversary isn’t entirely a very fancy one. Wearing a full-on suit would be a bit of a giveaway but a white turtleneck and some trousers feels classy enough. It’s a special occasion—as is any anniversary—and he even has a bouquet of flowers reserved for pickup for the morning to surprise you with along with some other gifts. 

NUMBER ELEVEN: ENJOY THE MOMENT INSTEAD OF WORRYING

When it comes the night before your anniversary, Wonwoo finds himself less nervous than he thought. There’s just something about you—perhaps it’s the familiarity of your presence or the entirety of your being that has Wonwoo feeling a sense of safety with you. 

NUMBER TWELVE: POP THE QUESTION

The question that’s been lingering on Wonwoo’s mind isn’t asked the way he planned. You’re both in bed, doing your own little thing next to each other and he happens to be reading a book while you’re on your laptop. It’s a common occurrence for the two of you to stay up together and today seems to be no different. 

“Wonu,” you call out. Immediately, his attention turns away from the book and settles on you. 

“Mhm?”

“Happy anniversary,” you say with a smile. Wonwoo glances at his phone realizing that it’s midnight and there’s a smile that makes its way on his own face. He leans in to kiss you.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

“I wanna show you something, look.” You shift your laptop toward him and what he sees is a little unexpected. Printed on a canvas is the title “Recipe for a Happy Marriage” and the list includes things like:

“4 cups of love.” 

“Add forgiveness and patience as needed.” 

“Garnish with a kiss.” 

What really gets to Wonwoo is the way it states “Cook for a lifetime” toward the end. It truly is cheesy, something so trivial and almost endearingly stupid yet it only has his heart racing at the thought of it all. 

Going furniture shopping and decorating a house with you.  

Eventually starting a family should the time comes. 

To be fully and completely yours the way he’s always longed to be. 

And oh…

“It’s so cheesy isn’t it?” you ask. 

“It’d be good for our kitchen when we get married.”

“Will you marry me?” you utter the question so casually. As if you’re asking him what place to order takeout from for dinner or what new colored blanket to buy. The question doesn’t quite fully process in his mind yet the following words instinctively come out.

“Of course, I will.” The last thing he expects is the little velvet box you reveal, a ring settled inside.

“Give me your hand.” Wonwoo freezes, eyes darting from the black box to your eyes not quite sure what to think. 

“You’re proposing to me?”

“Mhm.”

“No!” He doesn’t intend for the word to come out the way that it does—all rude as if marrying you is something he doesn’t want to do. The saddened and surprised look on your face breaks his heart and he’s quick to try and rectify the situation. He exhales a deep breath, taking your hand in his.  “I didn’t mean no as in no I won’t marry you. I just- it’s, I had a plan for today.” 

“A plan?” 

The thought of “THIS ISN’T THE RIGHT TIME!” echoes in Wonwoo’s head. It’s supposed to happen approximately 19 hours from now according to his plan—Wonwoo expected this all to enact according to plan. During a time when all of your friends and family are present to capture the moment in a place with a view that’s supposed to make you swoon. It’s not supposed to happen at ass o’clock in the morning when you’re both far too sleep deprived and dressed in PJs and mismatched fluffy socks. 

Maybe there’s never really a right time for anything is there? 

And things don’t always go as expected, right? 

He opens the nightstand drawer, taking out the ring box. 

The weight of a promised lifetime feels just a tad bit heavier than Wonwoo remembers but perhaps that’s the nerves getting to him. 

“I had a whole proposal planned for tomorrow… well? Technically later at Mingyu’s restaurant,” he admits. “There was a whole speech I’ve been practicing but- I just, I can’t even remember most of it now because I’m nervous. But I love you. I have always loved you to a point where I can’t remember a time when I didn’t. We’ve been together our entire lives and this ring… the ring just, it kinda makes things a little more official. I still wanna propose later and show you the ring then but it’s- hell yeah, I’ll marry you.” There’s a rush of emotions coursing through you, words unable to fully convey what it is that you’re feeling so you lean in to kiss your boyfriend (read: fiancé). When you look up at Wonwoo, you realize that tears have started to fall from his eyes so you lightly pat them away with your sleeve.

“I love you, Wonu.” He leans in to kiss you.

Once.

Twice.

Three times after you place the ring on his finger.

“I can’t believe you proposed to me.” 

“I thought it was kinda dumb that guys don’t usually get an engagement ring. It’s kinda unfair that I get to wear a wedding ring and an engagement ring but you’d only be wearing one. I was thinking of changing things up and planning to propose to you because my man deserves to be proposed to on our anniversary. I felt like you’d be shy if there were people around us so here we are.” Wonwoo wraps his arms around you tighter, a warmth settling over his heart at how thoughtful you are.

“When I propose later please pretend to be surprised,” he mumbles out. There’s a pout on his face you just want to kiss away but you settle for placing a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t think you won the woo-ing just yet, love,” he adds.

NUMBER THIRTEEN: TALK ABOUT THE FUTURE WITH YOUR PARTNER 

It’s your anniversary night and the wave of excitement is still settled over you and Wonwoo as you enter the hotel room he’s reserved. Admittedly, things don’t really feel much different—you’ve known each other for so long and have been together your entire lives that the ring only confirms what it is that you hope for the future. 

“How many kids do you wanna have?” you find yourself asking out of curiosity.

“However many you want,” comes Wonwoo’s genuine response.

“What if I didn’t want any?”

“Then I’d get a vasectomy.” It’s a genuine statement on Wonwoo’s end and you can’t help but smile, resting your face in the crook of his neck.

“I want at least two kids. It’d be a shame not to pass down your genes. So at least one human child and then we could adopt a cat or a dog, I don’t know yet.” There’s a chuckle that leaves Wonwoo and the rumble of his chest is an all too comforting feeling. 

“Sounds good to me, love.” 

# author’s note: thinking ab writing the wedding day of this couple . . . there’s already a scene in my drafts for it but i make no promises. there’s also a wikihow titled something similar to 12 steps on how to find a home which would make a cute addition but again . . . no promises 😭