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HANDLEBARS 🛵

Woozi x deliverygirl!Femreader (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

Synopsis: You’ve always loved hard — and this time is no different. But maybe the ground won’t be so painful this time.

Warnings: uhhh nothing really! blood and motorcycle crash mention (not serious!), simp reader, Seungkwan cameo, awkward Woozi, strangers to maybeeee lovers, they never get out the elevator because im lazy

Genre: romance, sfw!, woozixfemreader, (°▽°)

a/n: this is based on Handlebars by Jennie, but also I kinda went off the rails. its silly lol

Word count: 5.2k something-ish

******* (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡ <(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝<) *******

You’ve always had a big heart.

Remembering far back as you could, sobbing in your mom’s arms as you watched the Grinch, (yes, the Grinch), she’d laugh. Caressing your hair as you cried into her shirt, soaking it — “Maybe like him; your heart is three sizes big.” She’d coo, “All that love in your heart, it’s a lot isn’t it?”

And she was right. Your heart is big, and you were scolded for it more than celebrated. Like that one time, when you were caught with several stray cats in your room. You claim, guilty as your mother dropped them off to an adoption center, you couldn’t leave them to sleep outside. Your heart ached too much to watch it happen!

Then there was that one time, when you learned that some kids in the world didn’t have access to proper meals everyday. Making a vow to have a hunger strike — until you cried so hard over how hungry you got, and that some kids felt like that all the time. Your parents force fed you food and water after dehydrating yourself like a raisin after the tears.

So it wasn’t surprising, when you were doing your job delivering food (not your favorite part time job so far, but with the rent in Seoul, who could complain?) your eyes immediately caught a figure. Sitting outside of a coffee shop, focused on his work on a laptop.

Pale skin, dark black hair that hit his eyebrows so perfectly — you couldn’t help but gape your mouth, eyes wide, as your heart beat flooded your senses.

Actually, so loud, you couldn’t hear the warnings of honks and yells as your motorcycle barrels into another coffee shop’s storefront.

CRASH!

Disrupting the work of some college students, you fall forward into some tables and chairs. The fried chicken you were delivering soaring into the air as you settle onto the ground, next to some spilled coffee.

Despite the ache in your bones, or the way your brain rattled in your skull, your eyes immediately shoot to the man you were so distracted by. Glancing towards your direction, the loud noise and crash attracting many concerned bystanders.

You widen your eyes, oh god, is he looking at me? He is! He really is!

The dazed fuzzy warm feeling, most likely a sign of a concussion, you took it as a different sign — that you found the love of your life.

The corners of your lips naturally turning up into an awe filled smile.

“Ma’am — you’re bleeding!”

You blink, finally addressing the real warm feeling rushing to your head, your hand going past your flustered cheeks to your forehead.

Oops.

Despite the helmet, seemed like your head was bleeding, according to the blood on the pads of your fingers.

But you shrug it off, letting out a breathy laugh as you turn to concerned strangers, urging you to go to the hospital. Shaking your head, you reassure them all with a bright smile — “I’m okay! Really, thanks though!” As you hastily show off your condition by fixing the ran over tables and chairs.

Picking the motorcycle back up, dusting off your clothes, you get back on. Glancing up to see the love of your life back on his laptop across the street, probably going back to work after seeing the situation resolved.

You glance back at the poor fried chicken orders on the pavement. Biting your lip, you decide to rev the cycle up once more, leaving them in the dust to ride across the street.

I mean, it’s not that important, right? You can always order more chicken, but could you do that with love? The answer was no. The customers would understand.

You park hastily right in front of the coffee shop with a screeching halt of your poor motorcycle. Eyes trained on the handsome man focused on his work. You take your helmet off, smoothing and combing out your helmet hair. Even wiping some of the blood off your forehead — you wanted to look your best, after all.

And there you were, finding yourself right in front of him.

So close, you could see his face much more clearly. Cute, crescent shaped eyes. Pale skin that made you squint your eyes from how bright he was. Dark black hair that was neatly hitting his pale brows. Your heart was pounding so loud you could hear it in your ears, and it beating out your chest. So hard, it might break through your ribcage right onto the table where his laptop and coffee was.

An americano? Right, typical, but it’s charming that he ordered one. Why is it so perfect that he drinks them?

You clear your throat, hands in front of your lap as you look at him so intensely.

He looks up, and you feel like your heart may stop — as well as time. Your eyes wide, cheeks flushing as you make eye contact. Breath hitching, almost forgetting to breathe. Let alone, talking to him.

He blinks, perplexed for a moment, glancing at your slightly disheveled appearance, to the motorcycle parked clumsily at the curb. An embarrassingly noticeable dent in the front, one you definitely were gonna feel with a deduction to your paycheck.

He hesitates, furrowing his brows, darting his eyes back to you. “Um, are you the —“

“Are you single?”

You interrupt him immediately, hoping to use your courage before it leaves you. But this only leaves him more in disbelief than before. Already confused why the delivery person who he just watch crash into some tables across the street was suddenly in front of him. Even more — that you’re hitting on him.

“I — what?” He stammers, and you can’t help but feel a little giddy inside. His voice was nice, light and higher than expected. But it fit him so well.

“I couldn’t help but uh, notice you. So I thought, you know, why not? Might as well, you know, ask.” You say shrugging with a sheepish smile. Rocking on the balls of your feet, like a little school girl.

“Notice me? From where?” He asks baffled, glancing around, before landing on your motorcycle again.

His eyes wide as he realizes, you chuckle, waving it off casually. “Uh, well, I was driving and I couldn’t help it. Needed to stop and just like, um… introduce myself.” You say, with the audacity to be a little shy.

He doesn’t respond for a second, eyes wide as saucers as he looks at you in disbelief, stop and introduce yourself? You crashed into a storefront!

He lets out an awkward laugh, darting his eyes around. “Oh, I see.” He nods, paling, which felt impossible from his already fair skin.

You hold your hand out, “I’m y/n.” You introduce, smiling brightly. You glance down, see some marks on your hand from earlier, dirty from picking yourself off the ground. You quickly wipe it off on your jeans, clearing your throat with a muttered, “Ah, sorry,” before holding it back in front of him.

He’s speechless, to say the least. The one day he decided to work outside his apartment, and he’s meeting a complete crazy person.

“Oh, uh.” He hesitates, before knitting his eyebrows and deciding to shake your hand anyways. “Jihoon.”

You grin, “Jihoon? Thats a great name. I really like J names, they’re like, really good. Yours specially.” You compliment, your mind threatening to melt with the feeling of his hand in yours. Wow, he really was pale, with delicate hands. Surprisingly soft and everything.

“Um, thanks.” He says, pulling away from the handshake. Which you reluctantly let go of.

He watches as you pull up a chair, baffling him even more as you settle in front of him. You wince slightly, making him shake off his confusion, looking at you with more focused eyes.

“Oh uh, are you okay?” He asks concerned, furrowing his brows. “You crashed your motorcycle. I saw and heard it all the way here—“

He keeps talking, but all you could hear was angels singing, the birds chirping, and how light bended around him so perfectly. You smile so in awe, admiring him.

Also he cares that you might be hurt? He’s such a caring person, such a great trait for the love of your life to have.

“— do you need to go to the hospital?”

You snap out of it enough to shake your head, “Ah, it’s fine. I wasn’t going that fast anyways.” You say, fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket. “Thanks for asking.” You say softly, touched.

“Right.” He trails off, still eyeing you warily.

A small awkward silence follows, blinking as you admire his features. A little oblivious to how wide his eyes are, and the way he starts to turning away from you in his seat.

“Ah,” You start, catching him before he fully looks away, “So you’re number,” You smile, “Is that off the table?” You dare to ask, your eyes glancing to the actual table under your arms. You dust off the surface with your hand.

He cracks a awkward smile, flickering his eyes away as he taps his fingers against the table. “Well, um…”

His eyes flickering around to around you, away from you, and then panning right to your forehead. Eyes widening into saucers.

Suddenly, he reaches over, grabbing his napkin and holding it up. Your breath hitching as he comes closer. He smells so nice, and what was he doing? Is he gonna kiss me? Ah, this is a bit fast —

He stands, still reaching over the table as he presses the napkin against your forehead. His own eyebrows furrowed, his eyes panicked. “You’re bleeding! I think you really need to go to the hospital!”

What? You blink, finally paying attention to the lighthearted sensation in your head, and the warm liquid dripping to your eyebrow. But what the hell? You swear you wiped it before. Apparently the blood was something to worry about.

“Oh, so thats what that was —“

—

And suddenly you were in the hospital. Sitting timidly on the er hospital bed, twiddling your fingers as the doctor sighs. Flipping through the packet of papers on his clipboard, he speaks up. “You just have a concussion, and seemingly, some mild bruising.” He starts, before gesturing to your now bandaged head.

“Your skin split near your hairline when you crashed, but it should be fine now.” You nod, feeling the slight ache from the staples to close your wound.

But it doesn’t matter, because as the doctor speaks, your eyes drift to the side. Looking at Jihoon, standing there with his arms crossed. Eyebrows knitted as he looks and listens at the doctor.

You remember it, so vividly, as he pressed a napkin to your forehead. Urging you to get up to get to the hospital. (He basically saved you)

“So, she’s okay now?” Jihoon speaks up, causing the doctor to nod.

“Yeah, just some regular tylenol when you need it. Other than that, you guys can go.” He confirms, before nodding at both of you and walking away.

Once he was gone, you turn to Jihoon, smiling, “Thanks for taking me here.” You say genuinely.

He nods, sighing as he uncrosses his arms and stuffs them into his pockets. “Well, um. I didn’t really do much.” He counters.

Once you agreed to go to the ER, Jihoon immediately tried to call an uber. But you refused, saying that you needed to use the chicken place’s motorcycle and that you couldn’t leave it. Red faced, he reluctantly agreed and sat behind you stiffly as you cruised both of you to the nearby hospital. The feeling of his arms around your waist almost making you even more lightheaded. But it wouldn’t do well for both you and the love of your life to crash and die, would it?

“It was dumb to make you drive.” He says, “You should’ve just let me call someone for you.” He suggests, as he finally meets your eyes again. The simple interaction making your heartbeat.

You adjust on the thin cot, “No it’s fine. I don’t really have anyone anyways,” You say, waving your hands, “Your presence is enough!”

“Ha, right.” He nods sheepishly, “At least you’re alright.”

For once it seems like a genuine smile, the way the corners of his lips turn up slowly, his shoulders relaxing as if the storm has finally passed. Your own eyes focused as he lets out a sigh of relief.

But your admiration falls short, when you hear hurried footsteps, and the hospital curtain swings open.

Both of you turn your heads in surprise, as your very anxious friend holds the curtain tightly back. Panting heavily like he just ran all the way here.

And honestly, knowing him, he would. No matter how much he says he would never.

“Y/n?!”

He rushes over to your side, disregarding a confused Jihoon as he grabs your face. Moving it side to side as he squishes your cheeks, checking your condition.

He eyes your bandaged wound, “Aish — y/n! They said you got into a motorcycle accident!” He starts, as he hits your shoulder. You keel over, “Oh crap! Sorry — shit, are you okay?” He adds hastily, his scolding tone turned to a concern one as he pats your shoulders.

Jihoon watches silently, blinking as this mysterious man fusses over you. Wait, is he your boyfriend or something?

“Oh, I thought you didn’t have anyone to call.” Jihoon speaks up awkwardly, as he scratches the back of his neck. “Is this your emergency contact?”

“Oh, this is Seungkwan —“

Seungkwan straightens up, his worried look changing to an offended one as he glances between the two of you. “Anyone? Am I anyone?” Seungkwan starts, his tone dramatic, as he slowly turns back to you.

You can’t help but gulp, as his eyes widen angrily, and his hands find themselves on his hips.

“Y/n—“

“Since you’re okay,” Jihoon interrupts, holding his hands up as both you and Seungkwan turn to look at him, “I’ll get going.”

He picks up his bag, nodding at both of you, “Rest well.”

You widen your eyes, straightening up as you slip yourself off the cot. Ignoring Seungkwan by pushing his face away with your hand — “hey!” — your eyes trained on Jihoon as he turns to leave.

“Ah, wait —“ You start, your mouth opening and closing as you find an excuse for him to stay.

But he leaves as quickly as he entered your life, leaving you dumbfounded.

Blinking back your disbelief, and the biggest fumble of your life — you turn around to look at Seungkwan. Now sitting on the edge of the cot, feeling the thin fabric on the bed between his fingers curiously.

Narrowing your eyes, he feels your burning glare. Looking up to meet your gaze with a cluelessness that makes you want to wring your friend’s body like a wet towel.

“Who was that?” He asks, leaning back on his arm.

You don’t think twice before jumping Seungkwan.

—

You both sit at a plastic table, marinating in the smell of fried chicken and cleaning supplies of the chicken shop you unfortunately work at. Your forehead throbbing, as you nurse a beer from the refrigerator.

Seungkwan, across from you, sighs, “So that guy —“

“The love of my life.” You correct.

“Right.” Seungkwan says slowly, side eyeing you, “The love of your life. He took you to the hospital and stuff.” He recites, as he grasps his hands.

“Yeah, he rode on the back of the motorcycle.” You add with a small smile.

“What the hell? He doesn’t have a car? Y/n…” Seungkwan starts skeptically, before sighing. “Forget it, of course you don’t care.”

He clears his throat, “you didn’t get his number?”

You groan, throwing your face into your hands. “No, I didn’t get his number! He ran away before I could!” You whine, as you push yourself roughly back on the cheap chair.

You point your finger, Seungkwan raising his brows. “You, it’s all your fault.” You claim, a pout finding it’s way to your lips. “He probably thought you were my boyfriend or something, thats why he left.” You theorize, as Seungkwan scoffs, crossing his arms.

“Yeah right. Instead, he was probably freaked out by you, since you crashed your motorcycle because you saw him while driving.”

You both look out the window, at the parked motorcycle. The dent in the front obvious as ever, making both of you grimace.

You turn back, “Well, maybe. But! H-he stayed right?” I counter, holding my hands out, “Like come on. He could’ve ignored me.”

Seungkwan stares you down. “Y/n, you were bleeding.”

“Not when I went up to him!”

He sighs, rubbing his temples. Clearing his throat Seungkwan straightens up. “Okay, fine. Did you learn anything else about him?” He asks, determined to help you.

“His name is Jihoon,” You start, “He was working at the coffee shop near the bank.” You inform. Honestly, if he asked, you could probably recite the whole encounter like a book.

“Okay, so like nothing.” Seungkwan claims plainly. He sighs, shaking his head, “Fine, alright. Then, what if you go to that coffee shop again?” He suggests, holding his hand out.

“If he worked there, he might be a fan of that place. Why don’t you try that?” He continues, making your eyes light up.

You gasp, “Seungkwan,” You start seriously, leaning over to grasp his shoulders. “Thank you.”

“This was literally the most obvious thing to do first.”

You struggle to keep your appreciative smile on. “Okay, fuck you too.”

—

As always, you follow Seungkwan’s advice. Going into the fancy coffee shop around the same time you saw Jihoon. Taking your breaks from your delivery — the boss wasn’t actually that mad about the motorcycle! Maybe it was because he thought you were hot (which is a nuisance you’ll figure out later) — you sit at the same seat he did.

No matter how many overpriced coffees you bought to wait for his presence, it seemed like he just would never come back.

Maybe Seungkwan was right, maybe you did scare him off. Thinking about it days after it happened, You guess you could understand why. Maybe your hair was out of place, or it was the fact you started bleeding out of nowhere. Or that he had to accompany you to the hospital. Either way, there was a lot of possible reasons, sadly to your dismay.

The coffees have been doing their job though. As you no longer yawn when you do late night orders, even this particular one. Where the person ordered a box of chicken a minute right before closing. (No one was happy about that).

You sigh, taking your helmet off and putting it on your seat. Despite your fatigue, unwrapping the chicken from the back of the motorcycle with practiced ease.

Holding the box of chicken, you walk up to the large tall building — what is this place, like an office? — your tired feet taking you into the large lobby.

It’s quiet, as you’d expect at 1 am. The lights dim, no one around, as you walk up to the elevator. Pressing the up button with a lack of gusto.

Walking in, you lean against the metal wall, adjusting the box of chicken under your arm as you check the address. Narrowing your eyes, you mutter the words to yourself.

“Thirteenth floor, office number six,” You recite under your breath, as you rub your eye.

You don’t even care, when the pitter of hurried steps comes towards the elevator, the man placing his arm out to keep it from closing.

Seems like a lot of people in this building are working late, huh?

You finally look up at the elevator console, pressing the thirteenth floor, as the man next to you settles. “What floor?” You ask, as you lazily turn your head to look at the other person in the small elevator.

Your eyes widen, as your hand drops from the buttons to your side. Mouth parted in shock.

“Same floor,” He responds, as he runs his fingers into his hair. In the midst of his yawn, you can’t help but stare down his features.

Same black hair, this time pushed back. Clad in slacks, and a button up shirt, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. Oh my god. He’s hot as fuck.

Noticing your undisturbed stare, he looks away from the elevator door, to you. His eyes also blinking in recognition, “Oh, it’s you.”

YYEEESSSS! IT’S ME!!!!

Is what you wanted to scream, but you don’t. Instead, you nod, grinning wide. “Oh my god! What a coincidence!” You beam.

He lets out a small chuckle, “Yeah, seems so.” He starts, before glancing at your chicken delivery jacket, and the takeout under your arm. “Glad you still have that job,” He muses, “Hope you got that motorcycle fixed.”

Well, no, it’s been a week and you didn’t have the money for the repair. “Yeah, thanks!”

As the elevator raises, you move to stand beside him, your cheeks flushing from the proximity. God, was it normal to shake this much? You could feel sweat already beading on your forehead.

“How’s the um — how’s your head?” He asks, making a small gesture to you.

Your free hand shoots up to where your scratch was, the bandage long gone. “Ah,” You smile, “It’s healing well.”

“That’s good.” He nods, “Uh, Y/n, right?” He asks with furrowed brows. Oh my god. He remembered. He fucking remembered. Is this fate or what?

You nod enthusiastically, “Yeah, it is. Glad you remembered, Jihoon.” You reply softly.

He returns a shy smile back to you, before flickering his eyes away.

Clearing his throat, “Yeah. Um, sorry. I’m a little tired, so I —“

Jihoon’s words are interrupted with the sound of metal squeaking, the floor becoming unsteady, as the lights flicker.

You stumble, grabbing a hold of the elevator railing, as Jihoon looks around panicked.

After a couple more shakes, the terrible sound of sliding metal seizes, as the elevator stops.

Both of you stay silent for a moment. Shocked as you gather your bearings, you dart your eyes to Jihoon.

He slumps his shoulders, sighing, “Shit. Almost everyone has headed home,” He starts, “It’s gonna take like an hour for the service technician to get here.” He says as he walks up and presses the big red help button with annoyed force.

An hour? In a broken elevator?

Wait…

An hour… in a broken elevator… but with the love of your life.

An hour in a broken elevator with the love of your life.

If you could, you would get on your knees and sing praises to the universe. Seungkwan’s gonna laugh — but if this wasn’t divine intervention, what could you call this?

“An hour?” You repeat, sighing, shaking your head. “Damn, that sucks.”

Jihoon sighs, “Yeah, well,” He mutters, as he checks the time on his phone before slipping it back into his pants. “God, I was planning on going home soon.”

Not tonight!

“Me too, this was my last delivery.” You smile, holding up the box. Jihoon looking at it as he leans back against the metal wall.

“Ah,” He starts, scratching the back of his neck. “I think Soonyoung ordered it. We’re working on a project due tomorrow, sorry if the call was late. I told him to call like, chinese takeout or something that was 24 hours.”

You shake your head, “It’s fine, seriously. I mean, whats better than greasy fried chicken while working hard?” You smile, ignoring how you complained about the last minute order just a bit ago to your manager.

“Yeah, I guess.” He replies, sending you a short smile. He looks around the elevator, sighing. “Seems like the second time I’ve met you, it’s always been a less than ideal situation. You got bad luck or something?”

You laugh, as you set the chicken on the ground. “No, actually, I think it’s great luck.”

He furrows his brows, crossing his arms.

“Because I get to see you again.” You add absentmindedly.

A beat. Okay, maybe that was a little much. But you can’t help it, it was gonna come out anytime soon in the next hour.

You watch him carefully, as his pale cheeks tint pink, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He grips his triceps in his crossed arms tighter, “Huh, right.” He says, letting out an awkward chuckle. “You’re um, as forward as always.”

You blink, your own cheeks heat rising, “Ah, is it making you uncomfortable? I kind of get it a lot —“

“No, don’t worry! I’m just um, not used to it.”

You stop, your breath getting caught in your throat. Wait, no way.

“Not used to it?” You question a little dumbfounded, “But you’re…” Hot? Beautiful? Breathtaking? “… so attractive.”

He raises his brows, amused as he points his chin down. He chuckles, “Uh, well, if that’s true, you’re the only one making it known.” He responds, struggling to keep eye contact with you.

Still dumbfounded, you can’t help but take a step closer. He notices that.

“Seriously? Well then, they’re blind,” You say, “Or you know, just can’t feel like they can say it.” You explain, “Which is so messed up. You should know you’re hot. Literally so hot.”

“You, you have no filter, do you?” He asks bewildered, not being able to stop his ears turning red from your forward words. Your face so genuine, he can’t help but feel speechless.

“No not usually,” You admit, before knitting your brows. “Too much again? I just, even though you’re not interested, you should know.” You nod seriously, like you’re delivering important news.

“Who said I’m not interested?”

Hold on. You straighten up, “Hm? What?”

“Who said I’m not interested?” He repeats, crossing his arms, tilting his head away. He shrugs, “I never said that.”

You gape your mouth, blinking away your surprise. You shake out of it, clearing your throat. “What um, what about when you ran away at the ER?” You question.

“Ah,” He starts sheepishly, “I didn’t want to intrude. It seemed like —“

“He’s just a friend.” You add quickly.

“ — right. Yeah, I just didn’t want to bother you anymore.” He responds, “You know, so you could go home and rest.”

I’d crash my motorcycle a million times if it meant spending more time with you.

“I’ve uh, been visiting the same cafe you’ve been working at.” You add on a bit hesitantly, “Not in like a stalker way. Just like, when I get a coffee I don’t see you around.”

He quirks a corner of his lips up. He definitely did not believe you. “Our project here is due tomorrow, so the whole week I’ve been working nonstop in the office.” He responds, “That’s why you haven’t seen me there.”

You bite your lip, “Oh,” You sigh, deciding to lean on your side against the wall. Making you get a little closer to Jihoon, basically just a foot away from him.

You grab your arm, fidgeting with your sleeve, as you look at him. His ears still red, but he seems to be holding himself well. An amused smirk on his face, his arms crossed with his sleeves up as he leans so effortlessly against the wall. The glare of the elevator light hiding the look in his eyes.

Hold on, stop it. What are you doing?

You, with your big heart, why are you just standing around?

Jihoon’s interested. Or at least, you know he’s considering it. And with the small cut on your forehead that’s gonna leave a little scar — why the hell are you not doing anything?

Your heart beats hard in your chest, as your eyes trail back to him. Silent as you, as he checks the time on his phone.

“It’s been a while. I think, we’ve been here for 20 minutes.”

20 minutes and you haven’t made a real move.

WAKE UP.

When he looks back up, he makes eye contact. His eyes unassuming, not expecting anything. Catching your eye, he sends you a small and slightly sheepish smile. His eyes matching his smile in the way they crescent, that causes your chest to flutter.

“You know,” He clears his throat, adjusting his lean against the wall. “I can’t get the image of you crashing across the street out of my head. And then like… cruising over, like nothing happened, and talking to me.” He snickers, before his amused look turns into a softer one.

“It’s definitely… nothing anyone has done for me before. So I’m glad I get to uh, see you again.”

Fuck them handlebars, it’s time to throw caution to the wind. Again.

Taking a deep breath, you send Jihoon a determined look — which causes him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion from the sternness of your face — as you finally take a step closer.

Similarly to how you crashed into that storefront, you fall forward, crashing your lips with Jihoon’s.

In the chaste moment you pressed your lips to his, you already felt a strong assured feeling in your chest. The nerves you had just a millisecond ago replaced with the soft lips, molded so well to yours, disconnecting them would be cruel.

And yet, you do so, your breath getting caught in your throat as you lean back. Eyes opening slowly as you stare back into Jihoon’s bewildered eyes. Bewildering kiss, but not unwanted.

Bump, bump.

If this was a cartoon, you would shoot blood out of your nose and pass out. Jihoon having to call 911 once the elevator doors are pried open, as you lay in your own embarrassment and blood.

But it wasn’t, and all you could do was look hopefully into Jihoon’s eyes, hoping you didn’t overstep. That the handlebars you let go steered you into the right place.

And with a short breath — and a lick of his lips — Jihoon leans forward and connects his mouth with yours once again.

It’s apprehensive at first, beginning with another short kiss. But with the feeling of his warm breath on your lips, you part them once more and push forward.

Your knees weak as you rely on pushing Jihoon against the wall, hands finding place on his shoulders and then to the sides of his face. His hands finding their way to your waist, sliding to the small of your back.

If you were persistent, his lips were insistent. Keeping you close, his strong arms moving to embrace you tight in his hold. You’re melting into him, it’s only natural. Chest against chest, mouth to mouth.

Hell, if you could describe it, his kisses basically felt like a healing balm over the bruises, wounds, and aches from the day you crashed into that storefront.

He pulls back, face flustered, and breath heavy. You lean forward, chasing him with no thought. Eyes half opened, like the kiss hasn’t ended.

But he chuckles lightly — like music to your ears, when he holds your face still with his hands.

“I have a feeling,” He starts, quirking a corner of his lip as he watches you blink a few times as you recover. “That you’re always gonna be chasing after me. Like this.” He muses, flickering his eyes to your puckered lips turning into a pout.

You nod.

“Okay then.” He smiles, softening his grip on your face. Eyes twinkling, “I won’t stop you.”

You grin, pressing your nose tip to his. Yup, this was the love of your life.

And this damn elevator should just stay broken.

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naniwatig3r · 2 months ago

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𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: needy soonyoung, mc can be quite bitchy

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, creampie, so much kissing, oral (fem rec), mentions of rough sex, car sex, mentions of being sore from overstimulation, passionate sex, cockwarming, quickie (it’s not really quick) mentions of anal/anal play. Nicknames: Baby girl, baby, darling, honey, sweet cheeks, ice queen (hers) baby, baby boy, tiger boy, soonie (his)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature, 18+

𝐚𝐧: I can’t stop writing for hoshi right now. This inspired by the song of the same name by Sabrina carpenter. Thank you @naniwatig3r for beta reading and helping me with this story.

🎧: busy woman - sabrina carpenters | I’m in love with you - the 1975 | sunshine baby - the japanese house

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

You didn’t make it easy on Soonyoung from the moment you met. His attempts to bring you home after a night out at the club were put to a screeching halt. Your teasing words informing him you don’t do one night stands. Your sweet teasing words that told him “I’m a busy woman. I don’t have time for games. I need you to prove to me this isn’t just about sex to you.”

”Give me your number and I’ll prove to you that I just don’t want to have sex with you. Let me get to know you.”

That night you gave the boy with sparkling eyes and an energetic personality, your number.

Boy did Soonyoung work to prove to you that he was serious about you. You’ve never had a man make you feel so incredibly wanted. From the moment you met him, he worshiped the ground you walked on. In the beginning, you held your walls up high. Trying to portray the role of a strong woman, some people would call a bitch. But damn was he good at chipping away at your walls.

When he first started texting you, it took four days before you agreed to go on a date with him. One perfect date turned into two and then the next thing you knew you’ve been seeing him for a month.

The original plan was you were going to hold out on having sex with him until the one month mark. The problem was he was too charming and adorable for his own good. By the third date, you found yourself riding him in the backseat of his car. His hands touched anywhere they could reach as he moaned your name like a prayer.

At the three week mark you met his friends, and suddenly things started to feel more serious. That night when he intended to drop you off he like he always did. This time he just decided to let a little confession slip past his lips.

“Baby, I like you so much.”

“Baby?” You cock your head to the side. You’ve never been one for pet names. But the way he says it gives you butterflies.

“You’re my baby. Unless you hate that name – If so, I can call you something else. Honey, darling, sweet cheeks.” He’s now rambling on like an idiot. You might have broken him with little effort.

“I like baby.”

A huge smile forms on his lips causing his eyes to squint. “Baby.”

“Sweet cheeks?” There is no way you can’t bring up that absolutely terrible nickname.

Reaching up he pinches your cheek lightly. “You have the sweetest cheeks.”

Before Soonyoung you don’t think there is a single man on this planet that could get away with pinching your cheek and saying that. Narrowing your eyes at him. He pulls away quickly knowing he’s absolutely playing with fire.

“You’re lucky I like you too, Soonyoung.”

“You like me back? He says it like you haven’t been having a sleepover for the last week.

“Kwon Soonyoung, I like you a lot. Just remember if you ever make me feel unwanted or hurt me once. It’s absolutely over.” You knew deep down inside he would never do that. You just needed to make sure it was extremely clear to him.

Seven days later Soonyoung decides to be bold and say those three big words. Laying on his bed completely naked scrolling through your phone. Soonyoung is in the bathroom brushing his teeth. You’re not sure if your legs even work anymore. He managed to make you come five times in the span of an hour. Your legs feel like jelly, and to be quite frank your pussy is literally sore.

He walks back into the room and stands by the bed next to you. Glancing up at his glorious naked body, the twisted part of you wonders if your body could take another orgasm.

“Fuck you look good,” you practically moan.

“Baby I thought you said I broke your pussy, that you need a break?” He pushes your hair away from your face.

“Could you go nice and slow?” Sex with Soonyoung was normally quite passionate. Sometimes it was rough and lust filled, other times you’re pretty sure it’s what people referred to as “making love”.

“Aren’t you sore?” He crawls onto the bed.

“Maybe a little.” You’re suddenly acting shy and you aren’t quite sure why.

“Spread your legs for me baby.”

He crawls on top of you while resting on his knees. With the amount of cum left in you, he slides into you with ease. You expect him to start moving at a slow pace. But he doesn’t move at all. He just stays completely still hovering over you, while filling you to the brim.

“Are you going to move?” You reach up resting your hand on his cheek.

“Do you just want me to cockwarm you?”

“Isn’t this an inconvenient position to be doing that?”

“I mean we can switch positions.”

“So you’re not going to fuck me again?”

He doesn’t respond, he just leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. You want to act like a bitch and tease him, but you can’t. The way he’s looking at you, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Soonyoung.”

“Baby?”

“Can you move?” You tangle your fingers in his hair holding him close to you.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You’re sore and you need to rest.” He presses another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Fine. Can we at least switch positions if you’re just going to keep your dick in me?”

A smile tugs at his lips before he kisses you. His kiss feels different. It’s filled with passion and it feels almost as if it’s filled with love.

“I want to say something to you. I just need you to promise me you won’t turn into an ice queen on me.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at your college nickname you made the mistake of telling him about.

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I need you to make a promise about this. Please.”

“Fine. I promise I won’t be an ice queen to you.”

“I love you.” Who knew those three words would feel like a ton of bricks hitting your chest. Holy shit he did fall hard for you. Your eyes are probably the size of saucers. You’re just in shock. “Judging by the look on your face you definitely don’t feel the same way. But that’s like cool. Just pretend I never said anything.” He’s stumbling over his words, definitely freaking out and you don’t blame him.

He starts to pull away from you sitting back on his knees. “Wait a damn minute Soonyoung.”

He pulls out of you leaving you once again feeling empty. You reach out for his hand. “Give me a minute to process what you said. I love you too.”

It’s his turn for his eyes to be the size of saucers. “Oh fuck we’re in love.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his statement. “Baby boy we’re definitely in love.”

One of your first major milestones after your fated “I love you” was your one year anniversary. You’ve dated around quite a bit since college, but you never tried having a serious long term relationship.

“Are you free Saturday?” Soonyoung asked, walking into your apartment.

“I'm a busy woman. I have dinner plans that night.” These plans would be extremely easy to get out of. Or it would be easy to just bring Soonyoung along with you.

“It’s our anniversary. I was hoping we could have dinner.” He shoves his hands in his pocket as he looks down, almost defeated.

“I’ll cancel the dinner. I may be busy, but I can be flexible. Just for you.” You give him a flirty smile at the word flexible.

“How flexible are we talking?” He instantly cheers up.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could test out a new position.” Leaning back on the couch you can’t help but let out a laugh.

“Fuck.”

“Wasn’t that how the anniversary night is supposed to end?”

“Please tell me how I managed to make you fall in love with me?” He drops to his knees and practically crawls to you. He doesn’t realize it’s the other way around, You aren’t quite sure you managed to make him fall in love with you.

“I’m not quite sure. Something about you, tiger boy, is just so irresistible.”

He gets up off the floor and sits on the couch next to you. “I got you something.”

“I didn’t get you anything. My present to you was I was finally going to let you play with my ass.” This man is obsessed with your ass and you’ve built up enough trust with him in the bedroom that you decided he can start testing the waters with you, when it came to trying anal.

“Wait, are you serious?” He sounds like you just told him he’s getting his dream Christmas present.

“Yes. Now what is my present?”

“One minute.” He hops off the couch and jogs over to the front door where he dropped his work bag. He pulls out a long box and walks back over to you.

“If it was up to me I would be getting down on one knee and proposing to you, but I know you might slap me if I did that today. So I got you a necklace.”

He hands you the box. Opening it up you instantly smile at the beautiful gold necklace he got you. There is a delicate heart with two stones. One being your birthday stone, and the other being his. By no means are you ready to get married, but you hope one day he will actually propose to you.

“Soonie.” You rarely cry, but his thoughtful gift has you feeling extra emotional.

“You like it?” You don’t say anything, you just grab his hand, pulling him down to you. Crashing your lips into his. You kiss him like you need him to breathe.

“Just so you know, I’m not opposed to marrying you.”

He pulls away smiling. “That’s good to know. I’ll start ring shopping now.”

Two years into your relationship Soonyoung now lives with you, and he casually gave you an engagement ring three months ago. He didn’t make his proposal flashy. He just got down on one knee while you were cooking dinner together. It was absolutely perfect.

Things with Soonyoung just feel right. You can’t get enough of him, and he surely can’t get enough of you.

Rough lips moved down your neck as you gripped his shoulder holding on to him for dear life. You only have an hour together before he needs to go to work. It's clear he wants to take advantage of every moment you have together.

His teeth graze your skin as he gently nips at your skin, earning a gasp from you. He lays between your legs as he continues to kiss your skin. He’s never been one for a quickie. That’s probably due to the fact this man is obsessed with foreplay. This man never misses an opportunity to have his head between your thighs eating out until you're overstimulated and crying.

You’re a whiny mess desperately wishing he would move. Your hands roam lower resting on his butt pulling his hips forward slightly.

“Someone is needy,” he murmurs against his skin.

“I just want you,” you moan and he suddenly thrusts his hips.

“Can you ask nicely?” He pulls away from you looking at you with lust filled eyes.

“Please Soonyoung. I need you to fuck me,” you normally hate begging, but he has desperately needing him to move.

“Does my future wife want me to fuck her?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Ever since he proposed this man never misses an opportunity to call you his future wife. “Does my future husband want to?”

“God I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He practically groans.

“That wasn’t dirty talk.”

“You called me your husband while I’m literally inside you. That is literally the dirtiest thing you could say to me. I’m shocked I didn’t come immediately.” Sometimes you question why you put up with how dramatic he is.

“Future husband. Not present husband.”

“We can go down to the courthouse and change that right now.”

“It’s a shame you have to go to work.”

“I can call out.”

“Maybe if you fuck me so good I forget my last name I’ll take yours today.”

He lets out a groan closing his eyes. His ultimate dream is to marry you immediately. The day he proposed it you would have asked him to get married right then and there he would have in a heartbeat.

“Okay my love,” he leans forward pressing his lips to yours as he slowly starts rolling his hip into you.

With each thrust, your hands grip his shoulder holding on to him as his lips continue to assault yours. Your leg hooks over his back resting right above his butt.

He’s leaving for work in less than an hour and this is the one way he knows to show you exactly how much he’ll miss you and how much he truly loves you.

He continues his ministration, with each movement he’s hitting just the right spot with each thrust. You're lost in the moment and time doesn’t seem to matter. You aren’t sure if it’s been ten minutes or an hour.

You both finish moaning the other person's name. Laying in your bed next to each other, you aren’t ready for him to go to work.

He looks over at you and whispers, “Would you actually marry me today?”

He’ll never understand how much you love him, and how much you broke all your own rules for him.

“We’re both off from work tomorrow. Let’s go down to the courthouse and get married.”

The smile he gives you is a firm reminder that he’s hopelessly in love with you, and you can’t quite put into words how much you love him.

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naniwatig3r · 3 months ago

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if u look closely in the new woozi fanfic, y/n is just hoshi lol

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