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allaboutwannaone-blog · 7 years ago

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superhero!woojin

genre: fluff word count: 1.5k author’s note: i am the worst person ever ahhh im so so so sorry i havent updated this blog in five billion years,,,, school has been really really busy and i was going through the worst writer’s block ever and i just couldn’t churn anything out at all,,, so here’s just a really crappy au ahhhh :((( but on a side note, thank you to all 885 of you followers,,, i love you guys so much i can’t even <3333 (gif creds to owner!!)

• knock knock. • … • knock knock knock. • … • knockknockknockknockknockknock- • “who’s there?” you croaked, stretching in your bed frustratedly. • you’ve barely had enough sleep for the past five days because you had to do an entire literature project by yourself in which your teammates absolutely did not contribute to at all,, (mind you, your fingers were so sore from typing for five hours straight) • finALLY you get a peaceful day after handing it up • and now someone was interrupting your sleep… • at 3am in the morning?1?1?1?1?1?1 • but the taps on the door were in rapid succession, as if someone was very frantic to wake you up, and you didn’t want to ignore that person; what if it was an emergency? • so even though it was the witching hour, you mustered up your courage and opened the front door, hoping with every fibre of your being that you don’t see a- • woojin? • as in park woojin,,, and not that cute-ass kid lee woojin whom your neighbour daniel smuggles into the dorms every weekend bUT THATS A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME • he,, or woojin, i mean,, was one of those living-on-the-level-above-you-but-you-guys-have-not-interacted-except-for-awkward-eye-contact hall-mate • hence, to say that you were shocked was definitely the understatement of the century. • you: “jESUS CHRIST, WHY ARE YOU HERE-“ • him: “yo, please,,, keep your voice down,, i don’t want to get caught by the ra i cant afford to get anymore demerit points,, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU” • you, in a softer voice: “jesus christ, why are you here?1?1?1??!!!” • shuffling a little closer to you, he played with the ends of his shirt. • hesitating, he looked at you, before looking at the ground. the exchange happened for three more times until he finally decided to open his eating hole to speak (yes, i used that. make way for neo cultural technology, quiches). • him: “look, i know we don’t know each other, but um, daehwi told me to find you because you’re real trustworthy. and you might laugh at what i’m just about to say but please,,, consider it. it’ll really help me a whole lot. like. like. like. so, i heard you sew and make clothes and stuff. if you agree,, i’ll need the stuff by friday night, and-” • you, impatient and very ready to go back to bed: “okay, okay. just cut to the chase.” • taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and spoke. • “i’m a superhero, and i need you to help me make a superhero suit.” • . • . • . • the words made it way around your mind, swirling and swirling until it finally made sense. • at this moment, a shrill cry of laughter reminiscent to a whale mating call could be heard. • you: “holy kaZOO. you- you?? a superhero??? pFFFFT you must be joking hA HA HA!!!” • woojin: *scratches head awkwardly* *kicks imaginary pebbles on the ground* …i’m…not • you: “look, homeboy. i know you have dreams, and i know it like the back of my hand because i wanted to be ironman when i was twelve. but isn’t it too early for halloween? it’s february!” • woojin: “w-well it isn’t for halloween-” • you: “then what is it for?” • woojin, sighing: “for my superhero needs…?” • you, incredulous, looking at him as though he’s grown three other heads: “for your superhero needs.” • the whole absurdity of this concept circulated round your head again. • for his superhero needs. • but contrary to what you would expect from a jokester, he looked dead serious. a huge change from his normal, beagle-like personality around his friends. not that you were ogling or anything,,,,, • he looked different- a masculine, aloof kind of different. and that just made you inch a tiny bit towards believing the nonsense he just spewed. but nonetheless, nuh-uh, still not convinced. • “so, have you…saved people?” you chose your words carefully, your tone still unbelieving. • “do,,,, cats falling from a tree count,,,,,,,” • you raised your right eyebrow at his ambiguous answer. • scratching his head frantically, he pleaded hurriedly, “but in my defence, i just discovered my power a week ago, and i haven’t came across anyone in need of help yet. but please, i need a proper suit to go out and save people. you’re my only and last hope, y/n.” • rubbing your temples, you sighed. to believe or not to believe?!??!?!? that’s zee question. • thus, with an edge to your voice, you challenged, “show me, then. what are your super powers?” • as though he had prepared just for this moment, he cleared his throat, before straightening his shirt. • whispering slightly, he said, “blink.” • you did, for half of a split of a second. • and then he was gone. • wait, what? • you: “……yo,,,,, this ain’t funny, woojin,,,,,, where the hell are you?????” • stepping out from your room, you turned your head to the left, then to the right. • you did that again. • and again. • zero, zip, zilch, nada. • he was nowhere to be found. • ‘it must be the sleep, y/n. you gotta go get a warm glass of milk, climb back into your bed and get a real nice sleep. and then you’ll wake up and laugh at yourself for even conjuring up this kind of a scenario. you’re going to do that, you’re going to be a-alright, you’re going to stop hallucinating.’ • convincing yourself, you stepped backwards into your room, albeit shivering slightly, and immediately locked the door. • turning backwards, you suddenly crashed into something- no, someone. a real, living being, wearing the same grey hoodie, same nike slippers, same black sweats as the person you’ve just seen mere seconds ago. • “s-so, teleport-t-t-tation?” • go, y/n. you unbelievably smooth person. • “yes, teleportation.” • the weight of his winds seemed to deliver a debilitating blow at you all of a sudden. you just,, met someone with superpowers. he’s a superhero. he, had taken on the role of a persona you believed all your life to only be living in comics and movies. and he’s standing right in front of you. looking right into your eyes. • hoLY KAZOO • seemingly amused by your agape mouth and widened eyes, he let out an affectionate chuckle. • however, reminded of his mission yet again, the smile went away as quickly as it appeared, and he reverted back into his stoic countenance, a tinge of desperation lacing his voice. • “trust me not, but you must help me out. you’re the only one i can turn to for this; other people would just shut their doors on me and label me as a freak. i know it’s super intrusive and creepy of me to do this but- i cant go around in my sweats and save people. besides, i already have the fabric, though it works kinda different from normal ones-” • “what’s the catch?” • narrowing your eyes, you took a step closer to the somewhat intimidated man, who i shall mention, was a half a head taller and way more muscular than you, a messy-haired lunatic. • “huh?” • “what do you have it in for me if i were to agree to this?” you dragged out, chortling evilly internally as an idea formed in your head. • woojin’s face immediately brightened up. “y-you would help me out? i’ll do anything, everything!” • with the brightest smile on your countenance, you suggested, “take me teleporting when i’m done with all these?” • “t-t-take you on a w-what?” • “teleporting. you know, your super power?” • “oh,,,,sure!” he smiled shyly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt just a little. • “alriGHT, it’s a date, then!” • holy K A ZOO • what,,,,, • did you just,,,, • say?!??!?!?!??!??!?!???? • blurting those words out, all cheerily, might just be the worst decision you had ever made in your entire life. • this was a bad, bad idea. you shouldn’t even have opened the door in the first place and sacrificed your sleep for this guy. and now, you’re asking him out,, on a date. you. a hermit who only loves to cuddle up to soft towels and snack on cheese. you had absolutely no idea how you would spew out the most ridiculous words every time you were thrusted into some sort of a social situation. • closing your eyes and wincing slightly, you waited for the sting of rejection, as impending doom spread through your body. ‘you know what, y/n? just get ready to shut the door. tell him you have to get ready to teach your goldfish chinese, and shoo him ou-‘ • “ʸᵉᵃʰ, ʷʰʸ⋅⋅⋅ᶰᵒᵗ﹖” • snapping your head up faster than he could ever teleport, your widened eyes met his, causing him to look to the ground, blinking furiously, blood rushing to his face. • with a slightly shaky voice, he quickly muttered out an “i’ll text you later” quickly, before zapping out of the place, your room. • literally. • at this point of time, you weren’t even affected by his superpower anymore- • you, on the verge of a cardiac arrest, to your self: ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵈ ʸᵉˢ ᶦᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵖᶫᵃᶰᶰᶦᶰᵍ ᵒʳ ᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃʳʳᶦᵃᵍᵉ

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwu #kang daniel #kim jaehwan #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 8 years ago

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Hiii! So I’m new to your account but I really like your work! Omg. I also recently found out who my bias is in Wanna One so I just wanna drown in feels!!!¡¡ Which is why I’m going to request (tho idk if it’s through here .-.) something with Woojin. Anything you want. All I ask is that it be him + older girl. Thank you in advance! You’re doing amazing! 💕💕

aHHH thank you so much for requesting!!! :))) <333 it’s a pleasure to know that you enjoyed my stories hehehe here it is!

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 8 years ago

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how i fell in love

character: woojin genre: fluff, workplace word count: 1.8k author’s note: i’m so sorry i haven’t been active at all,,, school just started and i’m o v e r w h e l m e d but i think i’m getting the hang of things so do send in requests in the meantime! i’ll try my best to get it done soon,, but thank you guys so much for the 449 followers I’m so shocked like,, wHat dID i dO tO deSErvE tHis btw gif credits to @woojinnies!!

• you never dated juniors.

• you had always thought they were too young for you, plus any intern or fresh-faced recruits usually shied away from you- something you’ve grown accustomed to, considering you were one of the most senior journalists there, making you, naturally, the one who would bark orders at everyone. the fact that you were a few years older than most of them made you an imposing figure to them as well.

• you had never looked twice their way, pulled up your skirt a little whenever they came close by, or even smiled at them (truth is, you never really did smile in the office at all).

• hell, you had never even batted an eyelash however handsome they were, because as long as they were wrong, they were wrong. not even their visuals could sway you whenever you were giving them a piece of your mind (even kim jaehwan, that errand-runner who had no idea how to work the coffee machine; you had no idea why the entire office fawned over him with his annoyingly sharp laughter).

• besides, your cold personality didn’t exactly make you the best person to approach, especially on days when you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed (probably everyday though).

• however, one day, someone appeared.

• more specifically, park woojin did.

• honestly, he hadn’t caught your eye on day one.

• with the deadline for the magazine coming real soon, you hadn’t got time to properly introduce yourself to the new journalist in the office. and hence you figured his first impression of you would just be a disgruntled dragon breathing fire out of your nostrils every time someone messes up something you’ve told them just a few minutes ago.

• not that you cared anyway.

• “y/n, y/n!” someone whispered frantically, tugging at the sleeve of your blouse.

• “what, minhyun?” you sighed exasperatedly, swivelling around on your chair to face the grinning male working in the cubicle next to yours. “i swear to god, if you-”

• “look, he staring at you again!” he subtly directed your attention to someone sitting outside the glass room/office separating the seniors and the novices, chuckling softly.

• rolling your eyes, you complied to his request nonetheless, curiosity overwhelming you. you were never stared at- people would refuse to meet eyes with you for fear of incurring your wrath. (which you frankly thought was stupid; who in the right mind would get angry at someone looking at them? certainly not you.)

• surprisingly, you caught the eyes of someone unfamiliar to you- park woojin. i mean, you knew who he was (you were actually the one who had reviewed his application), but you had never interacted with him before, except for the occasional polite nod whenever you would cross each other’s paths.

• realising that he had just been caught, he snapped his head away, and began typing rapidly on his computer keyboard, embarrassment clouding his features.

• giggling to yourself at the tremendously cute sight in front of you, you turned around, only to see a stunned minhyun.

• “are…are you smiling?”

• “i’m smiling…?” you widened your eyes in shock, wiping the smile from your face immediately.

• “must be the sleep, man. i slept at 3am yesterday, ha, yea. i would never smile at someone in this office, ha, except you maybe, but i’ll probably only be laughing at something stupid you did, you know what i mean?”

• the horror you felt at yourself of what you just did grew alongside with the sly grin on minhyun’s face.

• you, y/n, of ALL people, was giggling like a schoolgirl at some new youngster?

• ‘what in tarnation was happening?’ you mentally reproached yourself to stay professional on the job.

• “of course i know what you mean,” he smirked cheekily, dramatically looking at woojin, then back at you.

• “oh, cut it out.” you sighed, waving it off hastily as you focused back on your work, ignoring the abnormal skip of your heartbeat that you had not seem to have felt in ages.

• even though your eyes did trail back to woojin’s table every now and then.

• a few days later, your interactions with woojin had hit a plateau. perhaps it was because he was embarrassed, or maybe he just simply wasn’t interested in you. that thought stung, but you admitted it readily; your love life had bore no fruit for the past few years- your last relationship did not really end on a good note.

• ‘pft, y/n. you’re really going to start liking this new journalist just because he stared at you, and, ahem, looked kinda cute? what kind of deprived woman are you?‘ ‘HEY! I AM NO DEPRIVED WOMAN-’ ‘then explain why you’re practically salivating at him every time he passes by you? wait- no, do you…have a crush on him?’ ‘oh, hell no.’’oh, hell, yes, you vile woman, you-’

• “h-hi, are you o-okay?” a terse voice cut through your internal battle of thoughts.

• jumping at the sudden noise, the cup of milo you had in your hand slipped out of your grasp, dropping onto to the ground of the pantry you were currently in. consequently, the scalding hot liquid had splattered onto your clothes and hand, but you took no notice of that as you stared at the person in front of you.

• dressed in a simple dress shirt and long pants, with a blue blazer draped around his broad shoulders, he looked just about anyone from the office. but, to you, he looked absolutely ethereal, bathed in the sunlight that shone in from the glass window next to the both of you.

• moving quickly, he scrambled to grab some tissues, stuttering, “shit, are you alright? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you, you looked like you were really frustrated about something, i-“

• "woojin, it’s fine.” you breathed out, eyes fixated on his hand that was reaching for yours.

• oh no, what is he going to do? you might get a cardiac arrest if he were to touch you and the plaque on your gravestone would say “y/n, death by crush”, and you’ll die with embarrassment!

• alarm bells were ringing; and to prevent yourself from potential combustion, you awkwardly blurted out, “haha, never mind, i’ll do it myself,” before snatching the tissues from him and dashing from the pantry.

• but what you didn’t notice was the goofy smile on his face as he turned back to the mess you had created, a thought running through his mind.

• “she knows my name.” he muttered softly to himself, the sheer reality of the words he just said sending little tingles down his spine, the good kind.

• after that small incident, he seemed to smile at you more, which you would, of course, to the surprise of your colleagues, reciprocate; even though you had to hear minhyun fake-sighing to himself every single time, ranting about young love while shaking his head.

• your overall mood had gotten lighter, and you were exceptionally delighted when a few hours later, your manager decided to drop an interview into your lap.

• “y/n, my dear y/n! my little croissant, i have, pulled an exclusive for you, and you are to go downtown tonight for zee interview, you hear me? my little quiche, i shall entrust zis top-secret news for you to handle, señorita! ta-ta,” the eccentric-looking woman ended her speech with a dramatic flourish, before sashaying out of your office as suddenly as she came.

• flash forward to thirty minutes later, you were already on your way to the cafe in which the famous fashion designer had agreed to meet at. you tried to conjure up some questions to ask him later, but you were distracted somehow, your mind drifting off to a certain someone more than a couple of times.

• the interview came and went by smoothly, and your day was made even better with the designer, who went by daehwi lee, promising you to pull some strings to get some interviews with world-renowned actor ong seongwoo and popular basketball player, lai guanlin, for you.

• however, something nagged at the back of your mind as you walked down the street leading to the carpark, under the already-dark sky.

• something about the serene atmosphere put you off, and you almost came to a stop when you finally came to a realisation.

• someone was following you.

• you decided to walk even faster, calming your quickened breaths down as you estimated the distance between you and your car. close enough, but anything could happen within that period of time.

• hence, slipping your hand into your bag for the pepper spray you always carried around as advised by your manager, a surge of bravery shot through you as you devised a plan. you would spray this on that person whose footsteps stopped, accelerated and slowed when yours did.

• whipping around, you steadied your breath, trying to keep out a waver from your voice before calling out,

• “you have five seconds to show yourself before i spray this at you.”

• you heard a sharp intake of breath.

• your stalker had now hid himself in the shadows, thus you could not make out the features of his face at all unless you moved; but you didn’t want to trigger him to attack you either.

• “five…”

• “four…”

• “threeeeeeee…”

• “two.”

• “on-“

• before you could even finish your that, the unknown figure stepped out from the dark, revealing his dashing countenance.

• “wait, what? woojin?”

• “i-”

• flabbergasted, you mouth went agape, staring at the flustered boy in front of you.

• “the hell were you following me?”

• “look, it really it isn’t what it seems like, i mean, i heard that you were going out of town this morning and i thought it would be too dangerous considering the heavy snow and i just followed you but i couldn’t bring myself to tell you that because you’re like the most experienced senior and you’re like really high up and and…”

• oh god.

• oh god, oh god, oh god.

• you heart was itching to burst out of your rib cage.

• honestly, if woojin stuttering and stumbling over his words wasn’t just about the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, you told yourself that you would jump into a freezing pond of water naked.

• you heart was fluttering- no scratch that.

• it was flailing around like those stupid inflatable tube thingys outside shopping malls/rest stops/petrol stations.

• because under the yellow-ish light that slightly emanated romantic vibes, he looked breathtakingly handsome.

• but what made him even more appealing to you was the worry that lined his face, as well as his apologetic and sheepish smile that just showed the tip of his snaggle tooth.

• therefore, right there and then.

• you thought there couldn’t be a better way to actually fall in love with this guy.

• “you know what, woojin?”

• “w-what?”

• “let’s date.”

• “what?!”

• “i’m not repeating myself.”

• “oh my god, YES!”

• “…”

• “i mean, yes. sure. my pleasure.” as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, his eyes widened, as if he was horrified at what he said.

• you giggled silently, before bursting out in loud laughter after seeing the incredulous look on his face.

• “damn it…i just screwed up, didn’t i?”

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #yoon jisung #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #ha sungwoon #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 8 years ago

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Relatable

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 8 years ago

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it’s 1/1/18 and i’m already crying about wannaone’s disbandment

#wanna one scenarios #wannaone imagines #wanna one fanfics #wannaone #yoon jisung #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 8 years ago

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masterlist

hey guys! i currently have two requests in my inbox, but do send in more! i’ll try to finish both tomorrow :D (gif is not mine; but THIS IS LETHAL)

yoon jisung

• coming soon

ha sungwoon

• enemies to lovers!

• how i fell in love

hwang minhyun

• coming soon

ong seongwoo

• forgotten

• broken

• the last

kim jaehwan

• coming soon

kang daniel

• the other side of you

park jihoon

• soulmates!

park woojin

• jealous!

bae jinyoung

• coming soon

lee daehwi

• coming soon

lai guanlin

• friends to lovers!

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 8 years ago

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the last

character: seongwoo genre: just angst, a letter to him word count: 1.2k author’s note: the ending to seongwoo’s series,,, i’m sorry i couldn’t get the two together but i’ll probably be writing more seong woo fluff in the future :”) hope you like it!! btw, my request box is empty now so do send in some!! gif credits to owner!! i’d love to work on them <3

from: y/n to: seongwoo

— to be read in your room, without the presence of any other person —

the memories we had made would flash by just like those little movie trailers you would have to endure before actually watching the movie.

i missed most leaning against our lockers till just right before the bell rang. we would get curious stares as to why we were’t making our way to class yet, but you were sure that the bell would ring just one minute before 8am. we would then exchange the narrative curiosities of things we had observed the day before. and if you were to have slithered into that once permanent spot next to me, i would have reprimanded you for not having done your homework and still relent after you saying that ‘i would love you forever if you’d just hand me your worksheet’.

however, these had all but disappeared after your eyes had set on your pretty little target; and i could tell by your out-of-the-blue awkward nod and glazed eyes that you were instead, dreaming about the day you would finally hold her hand. but i ploughed on and tried to touch your heart but to no avail. you would whisper to me amusing anecdotes of your encounter with this mystifying girl under the roof of our mocha-brown treehouse, and i would, as you did, give a polite nod and feign my attentiveness while feeling absolutely rotten inside. that was because i was terrified that you would leave me when the clock struck midnight to run off and find that girl to slip her foot into a glass slipper you’ve found after rummaging through my drawers, as you would always do.

and that was what you exactly did.

i used to love playing house when i was young. sometimes with you as the butler scrambling around, and on days where i felt better, you would be my husband and we would take care of our noisy little bears that hopped around when we were not looking. maybe that had helped me in shaping my personality today. the hobby of pretending stuck with me, and i did think that i was blessed with the ability to look composed when everything was falling apart. perhaps you had noticed this change within me, and thought of how big of a change your absence had brought to me. my back was no longer slouched but ramrod straight, my shoulders were no longer hunched but squared. and though it does bring me just a little comfort that at least the brand of having indulged in an unrequited love wouldn’t show much on my face, my insides were queasy and my mind, blank.

admittedly, i had been vexed with you more than just a couple of times. it seemed like you had contracted some sort of amnesia once you’ve gotten together with her.

you keep forgetting.

one prominent incident would be the day you plonked a bottle of strawberry milk on to my table, just before mathematics lesson. i had questioned your action with a puzzled look, and you just shrugged, mouthing ‘your favourite’ as you walked back to your seat. from the corner of my eye, i could see her sipping on her pink drink happily, scribbling words down on her notebook. i stared at the pastel liquid slushing inside the oddly-shaped bottle, the colour of which was reminiscent of cotton candy a couple would bite into simultaneously, smiling at each other with sweet sugar forming at their lips.

i felt bitter, because i had never liked strawberry milk.

and i thought you knew that, by heart.

somewhere along the way, the congenial chuckles seemed to have disappeared.

there were times where you would make excuses just to be with her. i felt like i had been replaced wholly, and i knew the times where you acted like you had no idea what i was talking about was indeed all an act, and you were just finding a way out of my oppressive ways to be with your girl.

your girl. that left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth.

every time after that would happen, i would try and clear the rising lump in my throat, and blink the sheen of salty water away from my eyes.

i yearn for the day the small crevices in between the fissures of my heart would be filled up. there were times in which the silence between us was so thick it was tangible, and it would be physically draining to push through all that just to rest my hand on your shoulder. but i do feel relieved that i am finally relieved of that feeling where i would imagine i was teetering on the edge of a cliff so high up i couldn’t even see the ground, and i would surely shuffle off this mortal coil if i were to drop.

i could only remember, but not feel, the pain of which i would sit by my bedside table, body tense and ready to pounce on my phone if it were to buzz at the first second.

but it never did, for you had sneakily slipped out of my life. and we were now no closer than a pair of strangers who had just passed by each other at the subway. i might have as well just struck up a conversation with the air.

it really was bemusing how we could create our impending doom bit by bit, as though digging ourselves a hole to fall into with a shovel as big as my pinky finger. and it would get deepper every time i were to say ‘never mind, you can go’, or every time i were to push that underlying sense of neglect to the side, or every time i would sit alone at the lunch table, imagining you two having fun at the diner down the road you used to bring me to. it was like a journey doomed to fail, and i had embarked and took a step towards that failure every time i did just that.

nonetheless, i had decided that i should press down my neatly-ironed blazer and pleated skirt, and i should walk down the hallways with my head up high. and i wouldn’t pretend this time round. i would walk past you and your girlfriend (whom i shall congratulate for having tolerated your hilarious laughter and comical antics for four months) and i would not stop. perhaps i would give you a glance, and the smallest of nods to acknowledge our past friendship. but i would continue to walk forward, into the open arms of my friends, who would save me from feeling what i felt when i was with you.

and i hope that you would not come towards me and offer yours truly one of your blindingly beautiful smiles. i might break down.

ergo, with this, i’d extend to you a formal handshake. to seal the untied ends of our bond. i’m sorry for stuffing my all-over-the-place feelings into this small box, but i still would leave this haphazardly stitched and patched-up parcel of emotions and memories with you. i would entrust you with this and wish that you would treat it as it is of utmost fragility.

because if you drop it once more, i may never be able to piece myself back again.

seeing someone you love leave you is like watching a movie.

the tickets?

why, you pay with your own happiness, of course.

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fanfics #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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