#wonpil x reader drabble

[yodatzutzu]

i need somebody

(aespa Winter x Male Reader) ❄️pairing: Cheater! Idol! Winter x Cheated! Idol! Male Reader ❄️genre: angst ❄️w/c: 762 words ❄️warning: not proofread, some grammar mistakes maybe ❄️tags: lovers, betrayal, cheating occured ❄️a/n: Hello, this is Tzu! It's been a long time since I wrote fanfiction, I'm also new to Tumblr, so the formatting might be dank lol. This is just a short drabble I did, and hopefully I can make this into a series to show Y/N's past with Winter and how the heartbreak occurred. I suggest playing the song while you read to get into the feels, you know? :>

A melodic whistle was heard throughout the stadium as the lights slowly faded in a tone Winter was very familiar with, the spotlight focused on Y/N highlighting his sky blue guitar with a snowflake brooch pinned on the strap. The light then highlighted each member of the band. Y/N walked towards his microphone and started to sing his verse.

Hello geogi

Nugu eopsna

Where is

Y/N sang his lines with calmness and a pang of sadness, while strumming his guitar slowly to play the notes while closing his eyes trying to focus on their performance.

Naege daedap hana

Haejul nugunga

Is anyone there?

Y/N opens his eyes and scans the audience while slowly singing, his caramel eyes stopping at her. The same eyes he loved staring at, now gazes back at him with sadness and regret.

Sarajyeo jeomjeom sori eopsi

Naegeseo amu iyu eopsi

Hoksina jeonbuda chakgagin geonji

Kkumsogeseo seoroga seororeul boneun geonji

As Wonpil sings his part of the song, memories flashes through Winter’s mind playing back her mistakes and stupid decisions which caused her to be unfaithful to the one she truly loved.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Y/N continued to play his guitar even though a deep frown muzzles his face, reminiscing about his experiences on why he wrote this song while Young K sang the chorus beautifully.

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N continued the second part of the chorus while closing his eyes against the memories that flooded in because of Winter’s gaze. Slowly tears pooled in his eyes while he continued to sing melodically for the audience.

Hello amudo eopsnayo

Nareul badajul sarameun yeogi

Is anyone here?

Dagawa naege sori eopsi

Jabajwo amu iyu eopsi

Y/N sang his verse, the melody of his voice enchanting the whole stadium. Y/N’s voice is laced with sadness. Then Y/N whistled the familiar tone once again, that joyful tone that Winter taught him when they were trainees.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Young K and Sungjin harmonized through the chorus, their words flowing like a gentle stream making the audience in the stadium feel the raw emotions the song is conveying.

Ye chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Nae meorissoge ullineun siren

Hwaksilhi igeon anin deut hae

Chimmugeul jikineun saie

Modureul tteona bonaen deut hae

Oh now I got to do something

All of Day6 then sang in unison while expertly playing their instruments. Wonpil and Young K are glancing at Y/N, knowing this song hits hard for him. Dowoon and Sungjin smile, offering support for their maknae. After Wonpil’s line, the bass and guitar faded out. Only the keyboard and drums remained.

Y/N let go of his guitar letting it hang on his body loosely and grasped the microphone tightly preparing to sing the last chorus of the song.

Why am I alone

Nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge

Why am I alone

He let himself feel all the emotions he bottled up over the last few months. The copious amount of emotions he’d let fester within him exploded as he belted out the lyrics. He traced the outline of the snowflake brooch on his guitar strap, a painful reminder of the person he loved with all his heart, the one who he wanted to grow old with, the one that betrayed him.

Hollo namgyeojin jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

Jigeum nugunga piryohae (hey, oh)

He then ripped it off suddenly causing the pin to break, and shattering the snowflake. Tears distorted his vision as he sang, showering his cheeks. All the instruments came back to life as if trying to show their support to Y/N.

Jigeum nugunga piryohae

Y/N’s head hung low, his hands grasping his microphone tightly, tears streaming down his face. His throat tightened, his voice breaking before singing the last line. 

The lights then slowly fade out, and Y/N’s composure suddenly crumbles causing him to break down in tears. Winter adopted a remorseful look, turning away from the sight of Y/N crumbling down on stage, while her eyes burned with the tears that begged to be set free. The stadium applauded the band as they help Y/N walk to the backstage

She sighed deeply and shut her eyes letting the tears fall freely on her cheeks. She curses herself on why she did it, Why was she so stupid to cheat on him?

[lemonietrinket]

Breakfast in Bed ||| Wonpil x Reader

Summary: Making breakfast in bed for your bf on his birthday Genre: Fluff, you know the drill Warning(s): jam None  Word Count: 1558  Theme Song: Red - The Rose AN: Happy Birthday Pillie! A request/idea from @idontknowapil and now a birthday present for the brightest angel that has ever existed. Married AU bc why not

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You rubbed your eyes as you placed the knife safely in a mug by the sink, taking in the sight of your handiwork.

The toast heart was a little bit lopsided you had to admit, but you’d managed to get the jam to the correct thickness and the sides decorated to perfection. Still, your work wasn’t over. 

Feeling the pride giving you a boost of energy boost against the drain of having gotten up so early, you placed the mango and raspberry squash on the tray before lifting it carefully. 

Taking the stairs slowly, you eventually reached the top without a single drop spilt much to your satisfaction.  Easing your shared bedroom’s door open with your foot, you reentered the safe haven that had taken you so much effort to drag yourself from. A smile arose to your features as soon as you spotted the precious man that all your hard work was done for. He was still fast asleep, one arm stretched up onto the pillow with the other having remained where it had been as he cradled you during the night.

He was so adorable that it made your heart flutter, his naturally wavier hair uncaged by the straighteners he insisting on using and left free to curl over his forehead. His features seemed to be lightly furrowed, as if his dream required him to think, and it pouted his lips so sweetly. 

It took a lot of effort not to just abandon everything you’d made to join him beneath the covers once again. Still, you knew his face would be a piece of art when he woke up to see the breakfast you had prepared for him, so you stuck with the plan. 

Tiptoeing over to the bed, you placed the tray where you had sprawled so the chances of him knocking it were slim, before returning to his side.  Leaning over so you could get a better view of the beauty before you, you drew your fingers gently over his temple. Shifting a lock of hair from his skin, you pressed a kiss softly there. He was frankly irresistible, and you found yourself ducking in to plant another on his exposed cheek—the other smushed into the pillow. 

He huffed cutely in his sleep which led you to giggle; he was coming away from the world of dreams but he wasn’t quite out yet. Flicking a glance to the toast that was inevitably enjoyed much more warm, you realised it would take some more drastic measures to pull him from his slumber in time for breakfast.

Pulling the duvet the slightest bit away from his chin you nestled his jaw in the palm of your hand, tracing your thumb across the apple of his cheek. 

“Wonpil, sweetheart,” you sang tenderly, “time for breakfast.”

After receiving a scrunch of his nose as proof that your tactic was working, you let yourself chuckle at how cute he was. Giving into the temptation, you placed another kiss this time upon his nose.  This elicited a hum and before you knew it, your husband—too adorable to be true—was dozily opening his eyes.

“Good morning,” you greeted, his hand leaving the pillow and rubbing his cheeks and eyes into a further state of awake. 

“Morning,” he reciprocated with a voice gravelly from sleep, as he used most of the energy he had to lift himself ever so slightly, just so he could kiss your nose in return. It was weak, but you knew it was a precursor of what was to come. 

Making more of a gap so he could begin to breathe some cool air and awake further, you smiled at him sunnily. “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

That seemed to pry him open a bit more. “Oh!” 

He began to shift himself up in bed, ready to get out after seeing the joy in your eyes and quickly rationalising you had a plan. He was confused, then, when you pressed your hand to his chest and encouraged him to merely lay back against the headboard. 

“Get yourself comfortable,” you said with a wink, as you levied the tray across into both your hands, “because you have a special treat.”

To say his eyes widened would be an understatement. You were convinced that they had wettened at the image of the breakfast you’d made and brought him. It wasn’t the first time either of you’d had breakfast brought to them in bed, but the level of handiwork this time seemed extra special—even if it was simpler than a few of the other occasions.

“I felt bad that you’d lost out on some toast so I got you some extra bits,” you pointed to the ‘side dishes’, a portion of salad, some toast soldiers coupled with a soft boiled egg.

He looked on the food you’d gotten him with what could only be described as a happy pout. “Thank you so much, this is just so perfect... I love you so much!”

You felt your heart swell, encouraging him to tuck in. “Before it gets cold!”

While he tucked into the heart shaped toast you slipped back into the warmth of the bed beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as you watched him enjoy the mix ‘n’ match breakfast you’d presented to him.

“It tastes so good,” he exclaimed through a slightly-full mouth, unable to hold in his compliments any longer.

“It’s just the usual jam on toast,” you humbly admitted. Not that he would have that.

He shook his head, dusting his fingers off on a napkin you’d found unused from your housewarming party. “No this definitely tastes even better than normal toast.” He let his hand no free of crumbs stroke your hair as he gazed at you, fully awake and bubbly like his normal self. “It’s the taste of love, that’s what it is.”

“Ew, corny,” you scoffed, turning your head away from him to avoid his stare catching the blush that had bloomed upon your cheeks. 

He laughed, dusting off his heart toast and swiftly moving onto his egg.

“This is going to taste more than amazing too,” he announced, ducking down to kiss your head, while you let your eyes rest.

When he got a subdued response—a smile, yes, but with closed eyes—he realised you could easily fall back asleep, and that would not do.

Savouring the first taste of the egg, he brought a soldier of toast and dipped it into the vibrant, runny yoke.

“Y/N, honey, stay with me,” he giggled, running his hand down to your shoulder and rubbing lovingly, “here.”

You opened your eyes to see the tantalising sliver of toast neatly coated with yolk being held towards you. Feeling your stomach rumble out of negligence on your behalf to your own hunger you very nearly didn’t stop yourself from accepting his offer. “Pillie, it’s your breakfast!”

“Yeah, which means I choose where it goes,” he countered smoothly, gasping in faux indignance, “am I not allowed to feed my own wife?”

You pouted, before letting him feed you. He did so with a grin so radiant you were beginning to reckon you were going to need sunglasses to appreciate him in all his glory.  The taste awoke your senses and you savoured the bite, letting the texture seep in and elicit a satisfied groan from you.

“You know what you’re right, this stuff does taste much better,” you backtracked, frowning quizzically at your work.

“Because... love infusion,” he declared in English, fumbling only a bit over the phonetics.

You felt yourself burst into laughter. He was too good for your heart. “I guess so, yeah.”

He continued to feed you slips of toast, and then spoonfuls of the egg itself, and eventually you learnt that there was no point in insisting it was all for him.

Once it was all finished, his drink sipped and not a single sprig of salad remaining, Wonpil reclined back with a sated sigh.

“Best meal ever,” he stated, “Ramsay’s got nothing on you.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile you moved the tray out of the way for him and onto your bedside table, changing the subject as you did so. “So, do you want to see your present?”

His motions to begin retreating beneath the duvets again immediately halted. “This wasn’t my present?”

“One of them yes,” you explained, surprised that he thought you wouldn’t have gotten him anything substantial, “but the proper one is downstairs!”

He reasoned with the suggestion for a moment, before a mischievous glint settled in his eye. “I think I’ll take my second one first.” 

You weren’t given long to be confused, your lips parting to chide him for sinking under the blankets once again, but the chance to speak being taken away as he proceeded to snake his hands around your waist. Having propped yourself up on one elbow when he’d begun to move you slipped to the mattress with a gentle thud as he brought you flush to him.

Creating a cocoon for the two of you, you were finally enveloped in warmth as he grinned victoriously, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Let’s just stay here for a little bit, yeah?” he suggested, caressing your back.

And what could you say—you couldn’t say no to that man in a thousand years. Especially not on his birthday.

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AN: my apologies idk korean breakfasts so we ran with some english stuff hell yeah

btw i hate this title its so basic so if it changes in the future dont be surprised

also fun fact about me:

i hate jam with like every inch of my life so 

Masterlist

[pesiko]

WONPIL FIC RECS

ONE SHOTS

Lavender and Midnight - fantasy AU [5k]

Band Sessions: Wonpil - he worries bc you’re clumsy [2.3k]

A Confession, of Sorts - he gets a little drunk [4.6k]

Anatomically Correct Heart Shaped Pretzel [1.6k]

Are You Asking Me Out - mafia AU, diamond negotions [1k]

Where’s the First Aid Kit? - “why does my heart hurt?” [1k]

DRABBLES

Jelly Beans - diameter of the sun, ft Sungjin [.6k]

Of Opportunity - “in the movies they throw pebbles” [.5k]

BULLETPOINTS

Amethyst for anxiety

Boyfriend!Wonpil

College AU Wonpil

Highschool!Wonpil

UniStudent!Wonpil

Uni!Wonpil

[main masterlist] [day6 masterlist] updated 5-18-21

[wonpilsonefeel]

I need request.

[kpopblurbs]

Ok I’ve been thinking about this for a while: Wonpil: It’s the middle of the night and this little babie wakes up after a wet dream and wakes you up asking if you could sit on his lap... and so on 🥺🥺

You began to stir as Wonpil nudged your side gently, you knew it was late as it was still very dark outside but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad when you opened your eyes to see Wonpil looking at you with desperation on his face. “What’s wrong, Bun?” you asked, using his favorite pet name as you had an idea of what this might be about.

“I had a dream,” Wonpil said softly, his body pressed against your side.

“What kind of dream?” you asked, moving your hand up to run your fingers through his hair, not missing the slight twitch of his hips as you tugged on the strands gently.

“Well it was about you,” he responded, avoiding eye contact as you became aware of his hard-on pressing against your leg.

“Did you have a naughty dream, Bun?” you cooed, tugging on his hair a little harder to encourage him to look up at you. He nodded quickly, now facing you though his eyes were still flitting around, too embarrassed to actually make eye contact. “Cute,” you hummed, using your free hand to trace patterns on his upper thigh and play with the hem of his underwear.

“C-Can you uhm,” Wonpil started, pausing for a second to take a deep breath, “I was thinking maybe, if you want, you could uhm, r-ride me?” he suggested with a hopeful tone.

You cooed, “Aw, Bun, I would love to, but you’re gonna have to ask politely.”

Wonpil gulped, taking a few more deep breaths before finally looking up at you and making direct eye contact, “Will you please ride me, Miss?”

You smiled, “How could I say no to a request like that?”

[foreverthesickestkidz]

i’m coming home to you.

pairings: Army Ranger!Brian x reader

warnings: mentions of death, injury, guns, violence, war & all that comes with it. The ending is happy though sorta

author’s note: i just love the movie Blackhawk Down, so i decided to write this. if you haven’t seen the movie please read the background information. gif is not mine and a special thanks to my editor @ensheetea for editing this!! everyone go support y!!

masterlist | guidelines

background: in order to stop a warlord from overtaking the country, Army Rangers and Navy SEAL’s (among forces from other countries) were sent to Mogadishu, Somalia to rescue the innocent lives at stake. operation gothic serpent was meant to be an operation that lasted an hour, but a rapid turn for the worse caused the troops to become trapped overnight in the most dangerous area of the country, the Bakaara Market. ill prepared and unable to get out, many troops lost their lives including those involved in the two Blackhawk helicopter crashes. thus the name, Blackhawk Down. This background information is not fiction.

Brian glanced down at the time on his phone. A small part of him wondered if you’d be awake, but the larger knew you weren’t. The time difference between Mogadishu and where his home laid sleeping softly kept Brian worrying constantly. Leaving you was the last thing he wanted to do. He missed you deeply. The way your hair looked in the mornings. The little giggles you’d let out when he constantly complimented you. The sparkle in your beautiful eyes when they caught the sunlight just right. Oh, he loved your eyes most of all. It was always the small things he thought about when he was away.

When he laid sprawled out on top of a rooftop within the Bakaara Market of Somalia, the butt of the sniper rifle set firmly against his shoulder, he remembered your smile. Remembering the way your eyes crinkled a little, gave him the push to pull the trigger. He watched the man through the scope fall; he felt guilty despite knowing he just saved a fellow soldier’s life.

When he hid inside a market building among several other Army Rangers, he remembered your soft kisses. The memory gave him hope that he wouldn’t let out his last breath in that wretched situation. He felt proud that he and his Rangers made it that far.

When he rushed to the crashed Blackhawk helicopter, searching desperately for the crew chief he just knew was alive, he remembered your embrace. The constant gunfire directed at him suddenly didn’t seem so intimidating, and he knew all he wanted was for all of his men to get to go home to their’s, just as he knew he’d get to go home to you.

When he pulled open the door of the humvee, and lifted the lifeless body of his closest friend inside, he remembered your tears. He knew when he got back home the second you laid eyes on him, you’d cry. You did every time he came back. He let the single tear that fell from his eye rest on his lip as he climbed into the front seat, too focused on survival to grieve for the young man lying behind him.

When he saw a fellow Ranger about to fall victim to an attack, he remembered your big heart. He didn’t hesitate to jump out of the moving humvee and take the shot himself, ensuring that the other Ranger got to go home to his family.

When he laid in the dirt, alone, bleeding profusely, he remembered you. Every minuscule detail of you flashed through his mind. When he shut his eyes, he whispered into the dusty air, “I’m so sorry. I love you.”

But when he opened them, he didn’t have to remember you. You sat next to his hospital bed, asleep, with a small, soft hand, clutching his own for dear life. He thought about how ironic that was as he woke you gently. He smiled softly as you lit up at the sight of him. Tears fell from your eyes as you spoke with a hoarse voice.

He’d known you’d cry. You always cried.

[ayetothezee]

More Than Words

Genre: fluff

Type: Drabble?

Warnings: none

Pairing: gender neutral reader x optional male bias

A/N: After I finished this and re-read it I thought of the song More Than Words by extreme so that’s what I called this. I hope you like it!

You hadn’t planned on going for a walk with him or stopping by the park to watch the sunset. So you were very unprepared when the clouds blocked out the beautiful orange and pink hues and instead cast your world in grey. You could feel thick drops of rain beginning to soak through your clothes. Even though it was cold and the sun had finally set behind the dark clouds above you didn’t want to leave. 

So taking his hand in yours you pulled him off the creaky bench. Your feet moved to the beat of the rain, bodies swaying with wind. And the way you looked at him in that moment was something he never wanted to forget. The way you were smiling as if dancing with him in the freezing rain under a dim light post was the best thing you’d ever done. The way your eyes were shining with emotion. Holding something so intense that he knew you could never express it in words but knowing full well what that feeling was. Because he felt it too. He knew that you could see the same feeling in his eyes and he knew that his smile was saying that dancing with you in the freezing rain under a dim light post was the best thing he’d ever done.

[neighborhoodmoonchild]

Genre(s): Christmas Au!, SoulMate Au!

Pairing(s): Wonpil x Reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1.2K

This was it, you could feel it in your bones! Oh my goodness were you excited, no, not just excited... ecstatic, exuberant, electrified, as many freaking synonyms for god damn thrilled you could think of and even the ones you couldn’t.

Every Christmas Eve, souls ready for matching would be paired with a innately colored ribbon to fin one another before the end of Christmas Day. Since you were a child, you waited (not-so) patiently for your turn. You had watched cousins, friends-even your siblings- find their matches, their mates. Oh, how desperately you prayed and wished for your turn.

And now, on this Christmas Eve, just before the clock struck 10, you were practically shaking in your boots as you imagined what it’d be like when you first see that little ribbon tie itself around your ring finger, silently attaching you to another life, another soul.

Your mother said she felt a shiver right before hers appeared, and you were anxiously awaiting for that feeling, the one that shoots through your whole body as your soul is pulled to another.

Pulling your hat snuggly over your ears, the snow falling softly around you as you tapped your foot on the balcony of your apartment, you couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate the moment. It was the perfect Christmas Eve, and not just because you knew in your heart that you’d find your soulmate soon. The day had gone by peacefully, all your gifts for the family wrapped and stored in your car to take over to your parents’ home in the morning. Having a deadline of midnight Christmas Day to find your soulmate was a daunting task, but one you had planned for every single Christmas, just in case. Everything fell perfectly into place and you couldn’t have asked for a better day.

So lost in thought, you almost missed the sound of the clock striking 10, but the jolt of electricity that ran up your spine was more than enough to pull you back to the pressing matter at hand. Just as you’d dreamed, you watched as a thin faint green ribbon tied itself in a neat little bow around your finger. You almost couldn’t feel it, but when you lifted your hand to tug it a bit, you felt the resistance from the other end. Looking out, you saw the line extend out into the night, leading you to your fate. Despite the long day, you couldn’t help the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You wanted more than anything to start searching for your soulmate right now, but you didn’t want to show up at an outrageous hour. Taking a few minutes to just admire your only wish coming true, you decide to slip your pajamas on and try to catch at least a few hours sleep.

You didn’t miss, however, the tug at the other end of the ribbon, almost like a silent hello or a promise to find each other. You fell asleep with the biggest smile resting on your face.

You woke up so early the next morning the sun hadn’t even risen yet. Pulling on your Christmas Day attire, along with a hat, mittens, and boots for the cold, you checked your watch to set a timer for just before midnight.

Tradition says that soulmates have until midnight Christmas Day to find their other half, before the ribbon vanishes and you have to wait until the next Christmas to try again. Most often, missing the deadline wasn’t that big of a deal, but there have been plenty of cases where things happen during that year in between that mess with the magic. Accidents, changes of heart, even death can cut the ribbon in two, separating the once paired souls. After all, it wasn’t a precise thing and humans are incredibly complex beings. Your worst nightmare was not making it in time, only to wait a whole year and not have the ribbon return the next Christmas Eve.

So, with great determination, you hopped in your car, starting off on your journey. First stop, your parents to drop off gifts. They knew how important this was, and you’d spared them no detail in the call last night before bed. Once that was done, you could spend the rest of the day following that cute little ribbon. The more you stared at it, the more detail you could pick out. The ribbon was quite dainty, a perfect shade of pine tree green, and you could even make out gold flecks that glimmered in the sun rays. It was beautiful.

The drive to your childhood home was quite the journey. When you’d stepped into the car this morning, you noticed your path followed the ribbon almost exactly. You couldn’t help the nerves building in your stomach as you ventured further, path identical to the ribbon, like it was leading your car. It was strange, to say the least. Was it possible your soulmate wasn’t that far? Would they live close to you? What if you knew them? The questions racing through your mind didn’t cease, especially when you entered your hometown, ribbon still guiding the way.

The closer you got to your home, the more the feeling grew. They were here, so close you could feel them.

As you rounded the corner of your street, your heart started racing. The lights on the houses, the snow falling perfectly, it was like you were a part of a Hallmark movie.

That’s when your childhood home came into view, and along with it, the end of your ribbon...right next door.

As your breath hitched, your foot immediately slammed on the brakes, not caring about the sudden stop in the middle of the road. You followed the ribbon with your eyes until it disappeared right through that big red door.

That big red door that you remember running through every day as a young child, following that mop of dark hair as you chased each other through your yards. The sound of his laugh floating through your ears, sending a laugh from yourself, even at the dumbest of things. Laying on his big couch in the den and watching Christmas movies until you both fell asleep in a pile of blankets. The late nights, the shared secrets, the entwined fingers.

Was it possible? Your childhood best friend, the person you shared everything with once, the boy you’d watched grow into a man and left behind one day in favor of the big city... could he be your soulmate?

You pulled yourself together enough to park your car in your old driveway, taking in deep breaths to steady your racing heart.

This is it, this is what you’ve been waiting for. In all honesty, you should’ve seen it coming. He was always there, your shoulder to cry on, hand to hold, ear to lend, secret keeper and everything in between. It’d been you who had been dumb enough to leave him behind, thinking it’d be easier to cut it off before you’d have a soulmate to deal with. How clueless had you been?

Approaching the familiar door slowly, like you were suddenly scared it’d eat you up, your brain ran through every worst case scenario you could think of. Maybe he resented you for leaving, maybe he didn’t like you that way, or maybe he’d even forgotten about you.

As you raised your fist to knock, the door swung open, revealing the person you’d been waiting your whole life for. Wonpil. He looked better than ever, taller and more mature than the last time you’d seen him. The sweater he adorned fit him just right, the color a perfect compliment to his skin. Not matter how much he aged, though, you still saw the little boy you stuck to like Velcro. You wondered if he still saw that little girl in you. The longer you stared, the more nervous you got, but his voice melted through all the worry, a soft look in his eyes as he gazed into yours. His hand reached out, finding yours, the identical bows brushing each other and slowly fading away.

“I always knew it’d be you.”

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Merry Christmas!

Love,

Moonie🌙

[fluffitup]

Day6 reacts to someone catching them and their girlfriend in the act

A/N: Okay so I'm a fucking idiot that can't read so i wrote the wrong thing for the request, I exert big dumb bitch energy, I apologize you had to see that shjajaakka

The ACTUAL request: "Day6 reaction to someone walking in on them and their girlfriend getting it on?"

Sungjin

Sungjin was always either at the studio composing songs or back at the dorms so whenever you wanted to see him the boys would be there too, you didn't mind their company but you barely had alone time with him but today you had a plan. You were at the dorms and of course all the boys were there too, you tried to get them out for a little bit by asking them to go get food but Jae insisted you could just get it delivered so you decided to ask Sungjin to accompany you to go buy the food.

Once you were both in your car, you grabbed his jaw and slammed your lips onto his, you barely gave him time to process what was happening before your hands started to fumble with his belt, early trying to get his pants off. When you broke the kiss all you said was that you had tinted windows then went right back at it. Sungjin normally would've stopped you but he missed your touch way too much to refuse it. You straddled his lap and started leaving hickeys on his chest while he tried to take your bra off but you both stopped your actions when you heard your car door open. Dowoon awkwardly excused himself and shut the door, Sungjin was more embarrassed than you so he wouldn't want to continue. When you both went back to the dorms Sungjin had a talk with Dowoon, well it was more of bribe for his silence.

Jae

You both were just making out but as things got more heated, clothes started to fly off. You both were too caught up in the moment to move to the bedroom so you just did it right there on the studio couch. Just as you could feel your orgasm get closer, Wonpil opened the studio door, Jae didn't even notice he was standing there until you slapped his back and motioned for him to turn around. Wonpil was probably more flustered than both of you because he couldn't even move, it looked as if his soul left his body. Jae however, was pretty calm with the situation, he'd simply try his best to cover you and asked Wonpil to leave and lock his door on the way out. If you wanted to keep going, he's more than happy to provide but I don't think he'd carry on unless you asked. The incident would probably become something you both could laugh about.

Youngk

Youngk was feeling frustrated, he wasn't hitting his notes properly and kept forgetting some of the lyrics, he didn't know what was wrong with himself lately. You went over to the recording studio as Jae told you that he's been there all day without a break, you wanted to make him feel better so you wanted to try something out. He was happy you came to visit him but I was so concentrated on what he was doing that he gave you no attention, you went over to the chair he was seated in and started massaging his shoulders, he relaxed at your touch so you continued.

You kissed at his neck then turned the chair so he could face you, your hands slowly man their way into his pants and you started rubbing his already growing erection. He didn't even try stop you when you started pulling his pants down, you got on your knees and started giving him head. It felt so good that his world was spinning, so he didn't even try stop himself from moaning, not that you were complaining. He was just about to cum when he heard Jae's voice, his eyes shot open and he saw Jae leaning on the door frame, all Jae said before leaving was, "you're lucky it was me that walked in and not the manager, lock the door next time."

Wonpil

Wonpil was always against doing anything naughty in the dorms, he was paranoid you both you get caught and then he'd never heard the end of it from his hyungs but you were feeling extra needy today and he saw how impatient you were getting so he gave in. You both went to his room and went at it, he was hesitant at first but after he got hard it seemed like his worries started to drift away. Just as you started riding him the door swung open and there stood a horrified Sungjin, he quickly closed the door and shouted that you two shouldn't even be doing those things let alone in the dorms. Wonpil was so shocked that he forgot how to breathe, he wouldn't want to continue after what just happened and would be afraid to leave his room because he knew Sungjin was going to give him the scolding of his life.

Dowoon

You invited the members over for dinner and everything was going well until Dowoon had a little bit too much to drink, he was following you around asking if you could both just ditch the members and go off into the bedroom to have your own fun. You tried to ignore him but as time passed you were getting a bit horny yourself, you put on a movies for the boys and when they were all completely absorbed, you and Dowoon snuck off into your bedroom.

As soon as you closed the door he was all over you, kissing your neck and running his hands along your waist, by the time you made it to the bed you wear both already in your underwear. He started pulling your underwear down when the door flung open, Dowoon quickly threw the covers over you to cover your body and sobered up just as fast. Youngk pretended like he didn't see anything and just asked where you kept the popcorn and just like that he left. You and Dowoon got dressed and went back to the lounge, he was expecting all of them to tease him but when you went back none of them said anything though you did notice Youngk and Jae wink at Dowoon.

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[9:33p.m.] “Right again!” Wonpil cheered as you answered another practice question correctly. He was helping you study after you had failed your last test. Wonpil had reassured you that even though the next test wasn’t for a few more weeks, it was never too early to start studying! Knowing you sometimes lacked the motivation to study, he had come over to ask you practice questions himself. And you had to admit, it was a lot easier to focus on the material when it also involved focusing on Wonpil.

“Pillie~ Thank you for helping me study.”

“Of course! I’m always here to help you! And guess what, I think it’s time for a break!” He exclaimed. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he seemed. One of your favourite things about Wonpil was how contagious his joy was. All he had to do to make you smile and forget your worries was to smile himself.

“Yay! A break sounds perfect! What did you have in mind?” You questioned.

“Cuddling!” Wonpil grabbed your hand and dragged you from your kitchen table to the sofa. He sat down and then pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He couldn’t have picked a better break-time activity. “(Y/n)~” Wonpil cooed, his voice much calmer than before. “You know that no matter what, I love you and am always proud of you right? And that the most important thing is that you always pick yourself up and try again?”

“I know Wonpil, and thank you for always reminding me! You’re constant support and cheering me on mean so much to me,” you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “I love you so much, and I’ll always try my best for myself, and for you.”

“I love you too (y/n). And I promise I’ll help you ace the next test!”

Requested by an anon~ 💕💕

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You’re Cute

Request: “ A dowoon from day6 x reader where he is insecure about his braces but they reassure him and just dowoon fluff because he is the cutest please 💕💕“

Length: 348

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“What’s up baby,” you smiled and squished Dowoon’s cheeks playfully.

He pouted and shook his head before walking away from you into the kitchen. You frowned a little bit watching Dowoon walk away. He was never this moody. Normally your sweet boyfriend was full of smiles and giggles but today he seemed like the world weighed on his shoulders, and it worried you.

You tried to think of someway to talk to Dowoon, then followed him into the kitchen. He refused to look up when you came in and busied himself by making ramen. You leaned against the counter watching him for a little bit. There was definitely something wrong.    

“Wasn’t the photoshoot today? How’d it go?” You tried asking.

As quickly as Dowoon looked up at you he looked away. “It was fine.”

“Really,” you questioned, not believing him at all. “Doesn’t sound like it went fine.” There was a pause between you two. “Wanna talk about it?”

Finally Dowoon gave you a sad, insecure look. You immediately fell for him all over again and ran to hug his side. Dowoon held you just as tightly. You both sat in silence for a little bit. Dowoon wasn’t quite ready to speak and you didn’t want to push him.

After a few more seconds he finally spoke up. “I just didn’t like how any of the pictures came out,” he mumbled. “My smile looks awkward but if I show my teeth you can see the braces. And even worse all of my hyungs are already so much more handsome with me and it feels like I’m nothing when standing next to them.”

You squeezed Dowoon tighter then looked up at him. His eyes jumped all around the room so you cupped his face with your hands to get his attention.

“Dowoon,” you started softly. “You are the cutest, most handsomest boy ever. And you know that MyDay love you with or without braces.” Dowoon gave a cute pout and you went up to you tip-toes to peck his lips. “No need to feel insecure my love,” you smiled.

[lemonietrinket]

Testing ||| Wonpil x Reader

Genre: flufffff Warnings: none Word count: 745 Song(s): none AN: a request from anon, i hope you enjoy the twist :))

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“We should get a roomba.”

You rolled onto your side, tucking your hands beneath the feather soft pillow by your head. “Our house isn’t that dirty!”

Wonpil joined you, curling his body and dragging the edge of the pristine duvet to cover his face. He’d blocked his precious lips, something you were already formulating a plan to undo. It meant you were left to stare into those bright innocent eyes, peaking between a tousled fringe. “Not to clean,” he said, soft voice muffled.

It of course meant you had to shuffle closer, though you knew full well that was an excuse. Planting your temple on the bottom corner of your pillow, the tip of your nose brushed his and you giggled when it scrunched. “Then what for?”

It took him a few moments of thinking to find an answer. His gaze faded to elsewhere and you just knew there was a pout beneath the covers—there usually was whenever he thought about his ideas. “A friend,” he finally uttered with a small but certain nod. 

“So I’m not good enough company?” you teased, pursing your lips to cover a grin. It spilled through at the corners nonetheless, but Wonpil barely noticed. He drew the covers away, ducking his head back towards you whilst his hands found their way to the collar of your shirt. 

“Nooo!” he whined. “That’s not what I meant and you—!”

“I know, I’m joking, I promise,” you reassured, heart melting at the sight of his soft pout. Feeling his fingers trace across the exposed skin by your collarbone, you couldn’t resist but take them into your own. You weren’t sure you wanted to be tickled, especially not there because god alone knows what that would look like from a distance. Although, you were certain that the hands of your boyfriend deserved attention. 

You pressed a kiss to the pads of his fingertips, maintaining eye contact as much as you could, but even you couldn’t stay invulnerable to the confident puppy eyes being sent your way. 

Soon enough, one of your hands had been retrieved and placed by Wonpil’s lips instead. He giggled into the kiss he bestowed to your knuckles there and it coaxed you into laughing too. “What?”

“Nothing.” His smile was coy, drawing you in helplessly but there was no way you would even choose to back away.

“Just...?” you preempted.

He rolled further onto his back, holding your hand by his heart as his eyes blinked up at the ceiling high above. The numerous spots of light suspended by industrial cable turned to glitter in his eyes. You always wondered what magic he possessed to be able to do that, but you supposed that was the beauty of it. He had no idea how ethereal he could be, and without even trying. “I’m just wondering how long it’ll take them to notice.”

Laughing, you closed the gap that had formed between you and it was as if the two of you moved out of reflex. Abandoning the pillow your head came to rest upon his chest while his arm swept round to hold your back. “What we’re doing?”

“Yeah,” he hummed, the velvet seeping past his heart to your ear, “and that we’re still here.”

A chuckle bubbling on your lips, you let your hand run across his midriff, mapping the ridges of his ribs and the softness of his stomach further south. “I’m surprised they don’t check this place more often. We can’t be the first ones to—”

There was a series of mechanical claps that echoed from far off. Rigid in their rhythm, they brought a darkness that approached one block at a time, until suddenly the harsh bright of the vast room where you lay was cleaved by darkness.  Blinking into the sudden shadow you barely moved despite your circumstances. Your eyes searched for any light, finding nothing but a single hazy beam. It was a diluted silver, and it glanced across the block navy and paint box yellow that made up the IKEA sign positioned where no person could reach. 

Silence fell over the two of you at that moment, the realisation slowly sinking in.  Pressing your lips tightly together, you peered blankly into the dark where Wonpil’s face had to be, since you had no clue what to do about your newfound predicament—something that, rationally, you should have known he would share.

Hence the only wisdom he offered was a quiet, hapless, “Oh no.”

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AN: so far unchecked/unedited so sorry for any mistakes!

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Hey welcome to my blog// WonpilUlt aka Wonpilsonefeel. I’m taking requests for anything. I’d like to get into writing more. I’ll write for any groups and any pairings. Q

[kpopblurbs]

hmm making out with wonpil + something like "i can't get enough of you" or i dunno something romantic but also steamy please 👀

Fun fact I spent so much time trying to figure out what scenario to put that sentence in and I just couldn’t figure it out until I realized you literally said making out with Wonpil and long story short I may be able to write but just call me Jared, 19 cause I cannot read.

As excited as you had been to watch this movie with Wonpil, you couldn’t help but get distracted. You felt like it had been forever since you had seen your boyfriend though in reality it had only been a couple days. You were quick to give in to you distraction, swinging your leg across Wonpil’s lap and earning a startled noise from the boy as you moved to straddle him.

“What are you doing? I can’t see the movie,” Wonpil said, looking up at you with big eyes.

You pouted overdramatically, “Is the movie more important than me?” you asked looking down and pretending your feelings were hurt.

Wonpil gasped, wrapping his arms around you and quickly changing you positions so you were laying on your back on the couch with him hovering over you. “The most important movie ever to exist could be playing and it still wouldn’t be more important than you,” he said softly, looking deep into your eyes.

You giggled, slapping his arm lightly before speaking, “That was disgustingly cheesy,” you said, smiling up at him.

Wonpil giggled in response, “That’s kindof my brand,” he said before leaning down to kiss you sweetly. As he pulled away you reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him back down for a deeper kiss. You kissed him until you ran out of breath before letting him finally pull away, “Someone’s needy tonight,” he said as he caught his breath.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” you said breathlessly, a lopsided smile on your face as you looked up at him.

“Well then allow me to give you more,” he said before leaning back down and reconnecting your lips while he began to run his hand up and down your side gently.

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[prettywordsyouleft]

Hello hello, it has been a while since I last commented on chelles chats.. (apart from the comment I just sent lol) would it be too greedy for me to request a playful drabble with either Wonpil or Hyungwon? Love you.

This is complete crack after the other day's conversation, okay? XD

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x female reader

Word count: 400

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"We need to have a little chat."

Hyungwon's immediate smile faltered midway. A range of possibilities cycled through his head, each one making him more anxious than the last.

"Oh? A chat?"

"Mmmmhmmm," you hummed, sitting down beside him. It was then when he noticed only one of your hands was in front of you.

"What's behind your back?"

"Oh, you know, just this," you replied, producing a can of Pepsi. Hyungwon looked between the can and you in complete confusion.

"Is the can part of the chat?"

You nodded. "You're not connecting the dots yet, are you?"

"Afraid not. Did I do something wrong?"

"Not wrong essentially..."

"But not good either, right? Just tell me already. I'm worried I'm in trouble."

"That you are," you confirmed. "You could have warned me!"

"About?"

"You did a Pepsi shoot recently!" you mentioned exasperatedly, and Hyungwon nodded.

"Well, it's not my first time working with the brand, Y/N."

"But it is the first time you've produced photos like this!" you announced, holding up your phone with one of the promo pictures.

Hyungwon looked at the photo carefully. There was nothing that stood out to him to warrant being in trouble. So, he chuckled. "Are you upset by my good looks?"

"Look here," you pointed to the sliver of his bare arm that was cropped almost out of frame.

"That's it?"

"Warning would have been nice!"

"For a bit of skin?" he continued, and you nodded earnestly. "But... you've seen a whole lot more of my body than just that."

"I know, but have your fans?! I almost choked on my drink at lunch today when I saw the photos go up on Instagram!"

"That's really it?"

"Don't play this down!" you huffed, and Hyungwon groaned.

"I was worried I did something really bad! You're so dramatic when you want to be."

"I have spoken to several friends, and they all mentioned it too. It's not dramatic. It's progress in you being comfortable in showing Monbebe more of that body you keep working on."

"Again, a body that you've had full access to," he reminded, and you nodded with a deep sigh.

"Warning is all I ask for."

Hyungwon smirked. "Maybe I should do a pictorial like Changkyun has recently."

"If you do that, I think there will be an outcry in your fandom," you told him as you paled with the concept.

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