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Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME

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I have an assignment to pass up on Friday 🥶, I plan to finish it by Tmr so I can write during my long weekend hehe

I’m still not sure if I wanna do pt 3 of wait for your love or epilogue 2 of skin-deep. Rly depends on my mood tbh 😶‍🌫️

Also, Aespa tickets was just announced in my area :D I’m hoping I can get them, literally gonna skip sch to try to get the tickets 🫣

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Skin-Deep: Epilogue 1

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: I literally just finished this hehe sorry it took so long guys 🥲 It's going to a be a 2 part epilogue. Enjoy! ❤️

“SIS!” 

“WHAT?”

“TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND TO STOP SENDING FLOWERS!”

The door swung open and you were met with a bunch of roses. Vernon’s head peeked out from the side. 

“I believe that would be the 5th one today,” Vernon said looking around your room which had effectively turned into a greenhouse. 

You sighed as you moved a few vases, filled with a variety of flowers, creating space for your brother to set down the biggest bunch of flowers yet. 

“I’ve tried to get him to stop-,”

“Don’t try,” Sneeze “make him,” Sneeze “Jesus!” Sneeze “make him stop!” Sneeze.

“This place is like pollen central,” Vernon pinched his nose, backing out of your room, “there’s more in the living room by the way.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, looking around. It looked more like a florist than you room right now. Seungcheol had been sending flowers everyday since the two of you got back together. It started off cute and innocent with one or two bouquets. Then it became a massive monstrosity of up to 20 bouquets a day.

You wanted to strangle him. 

But you couldn’t, you couldn’t strangle your sweet, loving boyfriend who vowed to send you flowers every single time he thought of you. Definitely not because you physically couldn’t reach him as he was back at uni finishing off his last semester. 

You had opted to finish your last semester online. Obviously it wasn’t allowed, but it helped that your father (and soon your brother) owned the land that the institute was built on. A quick email from your father had the Dean sweating in his socks as he called you personally to ask if there was anything he could do to make your transition from physical classes to online classes any smoother. Poor man was scared shitless. 

Once last glance at your greenhouse room, you shut the door and left.

“Wow, Mingyu really went wild on this.” Vernon said, letting out a low whistle as he pulled into the driveway

The both of you looked on in awe. Spotlights danced between the building and the sky, streamers on every window, the fountain at full force and a variety of supercars lining the driveway. You and Vernon watched as various individuals exited their cars dressed head to toe in the biggest name brands and the shiniest jewellery.

“Gosh, did he invite the whole world?” You remarked, watching a girl in a full body of Balenciaga step onto Mingyu’s front steps in a pair of diamond encrusted Louboutins. 

“Are we underdressed?” Vernon looked down at his own clothes and then to you, he had never been more thankful that his car windows were tinted. Thinking it was a simple house party, the both of you decided to turn up in casual clothing. You were literally in your princess leia hoodie and Vernon was wearing some ratty yoda sweatshirt. 

You sank into your seat. Vernon, being Vernon, just had to drive his bright red LaFerrari. People were surrounding the car, probably wondering who owned 1 out of the 499 LaFerrari(s) produced worldwide. 

It was too late to go home and change now, you spotted Mingyu bounding towards your car. Vernon rolled down his window, just enough so that only his eyes could be seen. 

“Guys, park in the garage, theres too many people out here.” Mingyu beckoned to follow him. 

Mingyu guided the car into park in his massive garage, away from the prying eyes of the other party goers. Right next to you and Vernon was Minghao’s McLaren P1 (number plate: XMH 8). 

“Oh my god, Gyu.” You exclaimed as you got out of the car. “There’s so many people.” 

Mingyu smiled triumphantly, placing his hands on his hips. “I’m aiming for Party of the Year!” 

Vernon nodded with vigour, “Sounds achievable.”

“Wow Gyu, who picked that out for you?” You said, admiring your friend’s all Dior outfit. Very sleek for a boy who was about to get shit-faced. 

“I did!” Mingyu’s smile got impossibly bigger. 

You hummed, expressing your approval. 

“But what are you two wearing?” Mingyu eyed you and Vernon, clearly confused. “Did I say it was star wars themed or something?” 

“No, Gyu we thought this was a small party!” You cried, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious. 

“We were just about to turn back and change.” Vernon murmured.

Vernon turned to you, “Should we get a maid to send over some clothes?” 

You bit your lip, you didn’t like bothering your staff like this. Surely not everybody was dressed up.

“Mingyu!” Junhui’s head popped through the door, he stepped through the door fully when he saw the three of you. “You guys are here too!” 

Junhui, who’s always in casual clothing, was dressed from head-to-toe in Alexandre Mattiussi’s newest collection. 

You turned to Vernon.

“I’ll call someone.”

You and Vernon were holed up in Mingyu’s bedroom. You on his bed scrolling through your phone and Vernon playing around with Mingyu’s weights. Luckily, the party was in the main house and not many people were loitering near the garages so Mingyu was able to guide the two of you into his room without being spotted.

While you normally didn’t care about your clothes or what people thought, it was incredibly rude to show up to a nice event like this in casual clothing. You also didn’t want more rumours being spread about you being snobby, never attending any events with your parents. 

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Mingyu’s head could be seen. 

“Special Delivery!” Mingyu cried, pushing the door open fully to reveal a familiar face holding a massive bouquet of roses. 

“Cheol!” You squealed as you ran into your boyfriends embrace. 

He received you with a smile, burying his face into your hair, “Hey, sweets.” 

“What are you doing here?” You beamed as you pulled yourself away from Seungcheol’s chest.

“I thought I would surprise you.” Seungcheol said, stooping down to plant a kiss on your forehead. 

Mingyu cleared his throat awkwardly, “Also, here’s your change of clothes.”

“Come on sis, let’s get changed,” Vernon grabbed the bags from Mingyu, “Then you can go downstairs and show off your boyfriend.”

You and Vernon entered the main house. Vernon dressed in Kenzo and you were in one of your mom’s prototype creations for Celine. 

Minghao spotted you two and quickly waved you over. You felt people’s stares and heard their not-so-soft whispers. Of course, you didn’t expect anybody to know you but people knew Vernon thanks to his regular attendance at events. 

“Oh my word is that-?”

“Vernon Chwe! But who’s the girl?”

“Is that Hansol's new girlfriend?” (You and Vernon stuck your tongue out in disgust)

“Omg, her dress is to die for!”

“As usual, the Chwe twins become the talk of the party.” Minghao teased. 

You rolled your eyes at Minghao before being pulled into Seungcheol’s arms.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Seungcheol drawled, giving you one of his lazy smiles. 

“Hi, handsome.” A shy smile appearing on your face.

The two of you were in your own world, his hands on your waist as his thumbs traced soft patterns, his brown eyes staring deeply into yours. How he wished he had chose to surprise you at your house instead of a party. After being away from you for so long all he wanted was some alone time with you. 

“Is that Choi Seungcheol?” “It is!”

“So that girl is not dating Chwe Hansol?” 

“Must be some well-off socialite.”

God people were nosy. 

You rolled your eyes at Seungcheol who returned with an amused chuckle. 

“Let’s move somewhere else.” You muttered, moving to rest your head on Seungcheol’s shoulder, hiding yourself from the curious onlookers. 

“Anything you want.”

The pair of you exited the main house and into the massive garden. The crowd started to thin as you went further out of the compound. You knew the place like the back of your hand having spent majority of your childhood running around here. You caught sight of what you were looking for, a white gazebo surrounded by a pond, which was thankfully devoid of people. 

You pulled Seungcheol under the gazebo, returning into his arms as you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“You should have told me you were coming!” You pouted at him.

“That would have defeated the purpose of a surprise, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about all of this.” You muttered, burying your head into his chest. 

Seungcheol stroked your hair affectionately. “I don’t care about that, I have you, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You grumbled from his chest. 

He chuckled at your cuteness, continuing to run his hand through your hair. 

“What about your parents?” You asked, not daring to look at his face. 

“I cut them off.”

“WHAT?” You pulled yourself off him, mouth agape. “Cheol! You can’t do that!”

“Yes, I can.” Seungcheol assured. “And I did.”

“Oh my goodness, don’t stop talking to your parents just because of me!” You cried, you didn’t want to be the cause of a family fall-out. This was starting to sound like the Taiwanese drama your mother was telling you about over lunch. 

“Listen,” Seungcheol said, moving the stray pieces of hair out of your face, “I plan to marry you and I don’t want you to deal with my crazy parents ever.” 

“That’s all fine and dandy, darling.” You fretted, “But what about money? What about your inheritance?”

You weren’t worried about money per say, you alone had enough for the both of you for the rest of you life (and a million other lives). You couldn’t deny what his parents said: Seungcheol was raised with a certain lifestyle. If he were to lose everything it would be extremely hard for him to transition away from all that. He also spent majority of his life being groomed by his parents to take over, it would horrible to watch all that hard work be thrown away. 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I own a large percentage of the company.” Seungcheol said nonchalantly. 

You peered at him, eyebrows furrowing, “What?”

“The company is still technically under my grandpa and not my dad. He transferred my portion of shares to me before I came here.” He explained, tracing your eyebrows with his thumbs, trying to get you to relax. “He was quite pissed with my parents when I told him what they did to you.” 

“He really likes you by the way.” A proud look on Seungcheol’s face, “I mean it’s impossible not to.” 

You blinked a few times, loss for words. Seungcheol face morphed into that of worry.

“I probably won’t be some big shot CEO in the future. I might become a rapper or something.” He laughed nervously.

Now that Seungcheol’s future was so uncertain, he was worried he might not be enough for you. You who had such a bright future, even without the help of your parents. He didn’t want to seem like a burden to you.

“Cheol, you could be my stay-at-home husband for all I care.” You paused, “Are you sure you’re ok with all this?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Your relationship with your parents? The fact that you lost your position in the company?”

“Baby, I genuinely did not care about any position or ranking in that building.” Seungcheol clarified, “My relationship with my parents was destroyed the day they stopped prioritising their child over their work.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t help but feel like all of this was your fault.

“Please don’t cry, okay?” Seungcheol reassured you as he wiped the tears away from your eyes. “None of this is your fault.” 

More tears started pouring down your cheeks as you let out soft sobs. Seungcheol pulled you back into his chest. He held you tight against him as he rested his chin on your head. He continued muttering soft apologies as you bawled into his chest.

a/n: not very confident about this chapter, but I seriously hope it wasn't too bad 😭

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you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt

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Lmao my laptop died on me last night. My beloved mac with touch bar just decided to show me the black screen of death 💀

So anyway I went to get a new one today (after finding out it takes 1100 dollars to fix it) and I’m happy to say that a fic may go up this weekend :D

Initially I was gonna post this morning saying that I probably won’t post this weekend but guess that’s all resolved now 🫣

Much love ❤️

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I just wanted to tell you that i loved your writing on wait for your love, i loved both pov’s so that we can understand both characters!! Can’t waaaaiitt for pt 3, honestly dying to read it already 🤍

Thanks for reading!!! I'm glad you enjoyed it 💗💞

I'm still mulling over pt 3 and i have another fic that i need to write for but hopefully i should be able to pull something out from my head this weekend 😶‍🌫️

Much love ❤️

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Wait for your love 2 (angst)

summary: you wait in silence, waiting for wonwoo to finally love you

inspired by Ariana Grande's We Can't be Friends (AKA Wait for your love)

a/n: I feel like this is much better quality than part 1 tbh, this is why i normally write in the daytime. I feel fresher yk :D

Know that you made me

Wonwoo was never much of a social boy. So when you initiated a conversation back in high school, he found himself devoid of any communication skills whatsoever. It took him a hot minute to realise he was a blubbering, stuttering mess. 

For the rest of the day, he couldn’t get your bright smile out of his head. He couldn’t stop thinking how about your pigtails would swing so cutely when you moved your head and that little lisp you had because of your braces. 

He went home that day thinking it was a one-off conversation, thinking that you’d realise how much of a loser he was and request to move seats. To his surprise you join him at the cafeteria the next day.  You slid into the seat opposite him while he was mid bite into his sandwich. He looked around thinking you were talking to someone else. When you realised what he was doing, you threw your head back, letting out a melodious laughter. Wonwoo would compare your laughter to wind chimes on a windy day, it had a calming effect. He would try his best to have you reproduce that sound, succeeding almost instantly on his lame attempt at a joke. 

He found himself looking forward to school on the daily, wanting to be close to you so much so that he would walk you all the way home, even though his house was the complete opposite direction. He’d go to sleep every night, replaying all your conversations in his head, replaying that beautiful smile of yours in his memory. 

He didn’t think life could get any better than this until you had invited him to hangout after school. It was just a simple movie get-together. Wonwoo panicked for hours on what he would wear, changing between two of his favourite t-shirts at least 10 times. He finally chose the shirt with your favourite character on the front, hoping you'd compliment him (You did, luckily he had a face mask on because you would have thought he was sick from how red his cheeks were).

During the movie, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on what was happening on screen, he found his attention straying to you. The way your facial expressions would change rapidly depending on the plot had him hooked. Fortunately you never asked him any questions about the movie because God knows he wouldn’t be able to answer you. 

Wonwoo felt like he was on cloud nine. He had you both in school and after school. 

In his final year of high school, it dawned on him that the two of you may not have long to go. He had spent sleepless nights contemplating on what he should do. Wonwoo knew that he had to tell you some day that he was so irrevocably, undeniably in love with you. 

The day finally came when Wonwoo had manned himself up enough to tell you. He had lured you out to your favourite cafe under the guise of having some important news. He put his lucky socks on while hoping and praying that even if you were to reject him, he would be able to take it well (he wouldn’t). 

When he got to the cafe, Wonwoo felt as if all the air was sucked out of his lungs. There you were in your usual seat, your hair up in a messy bun and wearing the prettiest sun dress. When you turned to greet him with that warm smile, he felt like he was staring at the sun. 

“There you are!” You teased, “For once, I’ve arrived earlier.”

“Hey!” Wonwoo tried to sound as casual as possible. 

“Okay, so I have some exciting news!” You started, turning your phone towards him. “I got in!” 

Wonwoo squinted at your phone, it was an acceptance letter from the same university he was due to attend. He remembered you not wanting to apply to that university because your course was incredibly competitive. Considering the university was quite high ranking, you had reasoned that you would be rejected so you didn't bother trying.

“Oh!” Wonwoo eyes widened after reading the letter. “Congratulations!” 

You beamed at him, your happiness warming Wonwoo’s chest. “We’ll be seeing each-other next year then!” 

At this, Wonwoo relaxed. He didn’t have to tell you today. He had the next few years to plan a proper confession. 

“So what was it you wanted to tell me?” You put your phone down and laced your hands together, giving Wonwoo your full attention.

“Oh, er,” Shit, he hadn’t planned for this. “I- I saw the cinema was rerunning Star Wars. We should go?”

Me and my truth we sit in silence (not really)

After graduation, Wonwoo’s brother had invited him to Seoul. Initially Wonwoo was reluctant, he wanted to spend his holidays with you at the beach, rolling around in the park, at the library, anywhere really. He just wanted to be with you. 

Wonwoo eventually decided to go, not because he actually wanted too, but because you were going to spend some time with your relatives in Paris. He wouldn’t be with you even if he didn’t go. So after some encouragement from you, he booked the ticket. 

Seoul was fun. It would have been more fun if you were there. 

Wonwoo spent his days either in bed or on his brother’s fully built gaming PC, always thinking about you. His brother, noting that Wonwoo only had one friend (you), decided to make him join the local boys in some casual basketball. While Wonwoo was unwilling at first, his brother bribed him with a new gaming laptop. It was embarrassing how fast he ran to the court. 

There Wonwoo met a few new friends, one of them being Kim Mingyu. 

Wonwoo had planned on keeping to himself throughout the games but Mingyu decided to destroy that plan of his by greeting him as soon as Wonwoo stepped onto the court.

“Hello! My name is Mingyu!” Mingyu said, approaching Wonwoo with an outstretched arm. “I’ve never seen you before, you new?” 

“Yeah, Wonwoo.” Wonwoo shook Mingyu’s hand hesitantly. 

“Wonwoo? No, I’m Mingyu.” Mingyu replied quizzically.

“No!” Wonwoo stammered, “I’m Wonwoo.” 

Mingyu mouth curved into a grin, his canines on full view. “Come on, I’ll intro you to everybody else!” 

It didn’t take long for Mingyu to grow on Wonwoo, especially when they found out they were bound for the same university after holidays. Especially when Mingyu reminded Wonwoo so much of you. 

After that first match, the rest of Wonwoo’s holiday was spent with Mingyu and his group of friends. They went skiing, footballing, swimming, anything under the sun. Everywhere he went, he would think about bringing you and how much more fun it would be if you were with him. 

Mingyu was the rascal that taught Wonwoo the wonders of alcohol. Of course, Wonwoo didn’t know when too much was too much, thus he ended up confessing to his friends about you.

“Okay, big guy, let’s get you home.” Joshua wheezed as Wonwoo’s full weight was pressed onto his shoulder. 

“Mingyu, you better apologise to his brother.” Seungcheol scolded the younger man as he helped Joshua pile Wonwoo into the taxi. 

Mingyu waved Seungcheol off as he got into the passenger seat of the same taxi. 

“Where are we going?” Wonwoo slurred, his body slumped onto the backseats. 

“We’re going to send you home, bro.” Mingyu said, chuckling along with the taxi driver. 

“Will we see y/n?” Wonwoo sounded hopeful. 

Mingyu turned to look at his friend. Wonwoo had his eyes closed with a serene look on his face. Mingyu recognised that look whenever Wonwoo brought you up. 

“We won’t see her today.” Mingyu replied with a smile, he liked watching his friend talk about you. Anything that involved you always made Wonwoo the happiest man alive. 

“But why?” Wonwoo whined, he didn’t like the thought of not seeing you.

“Because she’s not here, but you’ll see her soon.” Mingyu emphasised as the taxi man arrived at Wonwoo’s house. 

Mingyu pulled the drunk boy out of the backseat and bid the taxi man good night. Mingyu decided to crash on Wonwoo’s couch tonight. 

“Have I ever told you about how pretty y/n is?” Wonwoo sighed dreamily as he remembered your beautiful face. 

“Yes, yes you have.” Mingyu muttered as he tried his best to balance his friend on one arm while opening the front door. 

“Well, she’s so pretty! Like the sun!” Wonwoo recounted, swinging his free arm wildly over his head. “She looks like she stepped right out of story book.” 

“Of course, bro.” Mingyu responded, as he guided Wonwoo towards the bed. 

“I can’t wait to see her.” Wonwoo groaned as he buried his face into his pillow. 

Mingyu smiled and closed the room door.

It’s just me and you

If Wonwoo earned a dollar for every time his breath was stolen by you, he would be a millionaire. 

There you were at the front door of your shared apartment. You no longer wore your hair up, instead letting it run down your shoulders. You ditched your jeans and sweatshirt for a satin skirt and a frilly top which hugged your figure so well. It had Wonwoo reeling. 

He was literally speechless at how gorgeous you had become over the holidays. You were already undeniably beautiful before, but this was another level. He swore he could have fainted right there and then. 

“Wonwoo?” You called for him, snapping him out of his daze. 

“Y/n!” Wonwoo tried to sound as normal as possible, he could feel his pits getting sweatier by the second. He quickly wrenched the box you were carrying from your hands, beautiful people shouldn’t have to do work like this. 

He tried his best to hold a full conversation with you, trying to reproduce all the advice he had gotten from the boys over the holidays. All while moving your boxes for you, ignoring your pleas to help. 

God, how was he going to live with you when you looked so good. 

The next few days, Wonwoo tried his best to talk to you. He would join you for meals and listened to you marvel about Paris, he would answer all your questions about Seoul and he would try to elicit if you had met anyone of interest while on holiday. It went a little something like this:

“So,” Wonwoo cleared his throat, “meet anyone in Paris?”

“Oh, I told you Woo,” you smiled as you flipped the pancake on the pan. “I met Minnie! She’s from Thailand.”

“Yes, Minnie.” Wonwoo trailed off. “Anyone else?”

“Erm, I guess I met her friend Yuqi, she’s sweet.” You said, laying the cooked pancakes on plates before joining your friend at the dining table.

“What about boys?” Wonwoo said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Boys?” You tilted your head. “What about them?”

“Did you meet any boys?” Wonwoo quizzed, eyes not meeting yours as he cut up the pancakes and placed it on your plate. 

“Not really? I mostly went around with Minnie and her group of friends.” You said in between mouthfuls of dough and maple syrup. 

“Oh.” Wonwoo couldn’t stop the feeling of relief blooming in his chest. 

“Besides, you’re the only boy I need, Woo.”

You gave him another one of your pretty smiles and Wonwoo tried his best not to melt right there and then. 

You got me misunderstood. 

Mingyu had dragged him out to a party every other night. After Seoul, Wonwoo had learnt to actually enjoy some outings that didn’t involve you. That and he didn’t want to seem like a loser who stayed at home 24/7 in front of you. 

It backfired on him majorly, partying every night with Mingyu’s never-ending stamina meant that he would be sleeping throughout the day and not seeing you as much as he would like. 

He was extremely embarrassed by the amount of times he had called you to bail him out of a party. Mingyu would always disappear with some girl, not that Wonwoo minded, but that left him stranded a party alone and drunk. He couldn’t even remember how he got home one day if not for the note you left for him by his bedside with a bottle of Paracetamol.

I have an early class today, text me if you need anything ;-)  

Wonwoo ignore the pounding in his head. Gently, he lifted the note and Paracetamol bottle, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. He pulled out a box he kept under his bed, it was full of small trinkets he had stored from the outings with you over the years and a scarf you had knitted for him back in high school. He placed the two new treasures carefully in the box before going out to buy himself another bottle of Paracetamol.

One night, he was tipsy, not drunk. Or so he thought he wasn’t. 

Maybe it was how Seokmin hyped him up at pre-drinks. Or maybe it was because Soonyoung had thought him the way of the Horanghae. He wasn’t sure but Wonwoo found himself filled to the brim with courage. 

He leaned on your car in quiet contemplation as you fumbled with your car keys. 

He looked down at you. 

Gosh, you were so cute with your messy hair and glasses. He hadn’t seen you in specs for the longest time and it made him crazy. 

He wasn’t sure what came over him, he grabbed your hand and flipped you against the car. Caging you with his arms. 

His eyes traced every feature of yours, appreciating the way your eyes were wide from shock, the way you looked slightly confused with your raised eyebrows. The way your lips were glossy from your nightly vaseline routine. 

“Y/n,” Wonwoo paused, searching for the right words. “You’re so pretty.” 

He watched as your cheeks turned a light shade of pink. You were so cute. 

Before he knew it, his lips were on yours. It was only right that you were his first kiss. 

The next morning he shot up from his bed. He couldn’t remember anything after the kiss. He traced his own lips lightly with his fingers. Smiling like a maniac. 

Suddenly a wave of insecurity crashed over him, his smile fell.

What if you didn’t like it? It was his first kiss, what if he was a bad kisser? What if you didn’t like him? What if you thought he was a weirdo? Oh my god, did he accidentally sexually assault you? 

The blood drained from his face, how was he going to face you now?

We can’t be friends, but I’d just like to pretend

Wonwoo spent weeks avoiding you. 

He imagined the look of disgust on your face and he couldn’t bear to even look at you.

He spent his nights partying, trying to push the fears of you rejecting him out of his head.

Mingyu and the rest of the boys became increasingly concerned. The more responsible boys would drag Wonwoo home every night. That’s how some of them had met you. 

You opened the door after a few knocks, even if it was 4AM in the morning. You’d apologise profusely on Wonwoo’s behalf as you helped them drag him to his bedroom. Once Wonwoo was comfortable in bed, you’d offer them a drink and the couch to sleep on. Worry filling your eyes at how tired each of them were. 

Each and every single one of the boys liked you immediately. They found that everything Wonwoo said about you was true. You truly were a pure and gentle soul. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Seungcheol hissed at Wonwoo. 

Soonyoung eyed his friends wearily. The three of them had just found a seat at the library and were busy unpacking their things.

“What do you mean?” Wonwoo was taken aback, Seungcheol rarely got mad at him. 

“That was y/n, wasn’t it?” Seungcheol said in between gritted teeth.

As the three of them walked into the library, you were just on your way out. Wonwoo had spotted you first, quickly hiding behind Seungcheol and Soonyoung, albeit failing due to his height. Your lips stretched into a grin as you waved enthusiastically at him. Wonwoo quickly looked away, not wanting you to see him like this. 

The two other boys watched the entire exchange, they saw the way your face fell when Wonwoo pretended not to see you. Seungcheol and Soonyoung exchanged glances before waving back at you. You beamed at the both of them and disappeared out of the library. 

“Why are you ignoring her?” Soonyoung asked quietly. 

“I’m not ignoring her,” Wonwoo whispered, “I just didn’t see her.” 

“Bullshit.” Seungcheol said, receiving glares from other library-goers. 

“She’s very nice.” Soonyoung muttered, looking at his friend. He wondered if somewhere along the line Wonwoo had gotten possessed by some demon. 

“Look,” Seungcheol whispered angrily, “If I had a housemate like you, I would have moved out ages ago.”

Soongyoung nodded in complete agreement. Wonwoo shrunk in his seat as the older man berated him. 

Seungcheol sighed and gave Wonwoo a stern look, “I’m not sure why I have to tell you this, but you are lucky to have her.”

That night Wonwoo found himself lying on his bed. He could see the light streaming through the gaps of his door from the dining room. You were probably sitting out there, studying. 

He slowly got up from his bed and looked around his room, he needed an excuse to talk to you. His eyes landed on his pile of worksheets from his most recent tutorial. That was worth a shot. 

He pulled his door open slightly and peeked out. You sat at the dining table with your head resting on your textbook, apart from the sound of your diffuser running at the coffee table, it was complete silence. 

Wonwoo bit his lip, were you sleeping? 

He decided to try his luck. 

“Y/n?” Wonwoo croaked out as he emerged from his room. 

Your head shot up from the book and your eyes met his.

“Could you help me with this?” Wonwoo said lamely as he held out the worksheet for you to see. 

Wonwoo was inwardly sweating. What if you rejected to help? What would he do then?

He watched as you gaze drifted from him to the pieces of paper in his hands. He watched as your lips curled into a smile.

“Sure!” 

He was lucky. So fucking lucky

“Thanks.”

Not how you made me 

Wonwoo was drunk. Again. 

Tonight, Mingyu had invited him to a house party. Someone’s birthday or something. He hadn’t planned on drinking but of course the drinking games got to him. It was Seokmin’s genius idea to play drunk foot volleyball and Wonwoo seriously sucked at that game. 

By the end of the match he was stumbling all over the place. Then he saw you. Or thought he saw you. 

The other boys had all disappeared somewhere into the house and this girl who looked a whole lot like you was currently chatting him up. Granted Wonwoo’s glasses had been destroyed in drunk foot volleyball and all he could see was a blurry mess. He ended up making out with you(?) at some corner.

Next thing he knew, he was lying bed. 

His head was pounding as he turned to his bedside table and pulled out his spare pair of glasses. He was finally able to see clearly with them on. He turned to his side and there was a girl sleeping next to him. 

Wonwoo froze. 

What happened? Who was this girl? Were you home? Did you see him last night? 

“Fuck” He cursed, he quickly got up and pulled on a pair of pants. 

“Wony? Get back into bed.” The girl muttered as she turned to look at him. 

“I’m sorry if this makes me sound like an asshole.” Wonwoo said, hesitantly. “Could you please get ready to leave?” 

“What?” The girl said sitting up from the bed. 

“I’ve got an early class.” Wonwoo had to come up with some sort of excuse. 

“So?” She rolled her eyes before lying back down. “I’ll just let myself out later.”

“No, no.” Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrowed as he ran a hand through his hair. “My girlfriend is in the next room. Please Leave.” 

At this the girl begrudgingly got out of his bed, Wonwoo quickly turned around to give her some privacy. When she finished changing, she headed for the door. 

“You have a girlfriend and you’re going around fucking other girls?” She said on her way out. “Fucking asshole.” 

Right after she left, Wonwoo went to knock on your door. He knocked a few times, calling your name timidly. There was no answer. He reasoned that you must have left for class. 

He would talk to you after class. He had to.

So for now it’s only me

Wonwoo came home from class, ready to speak with you.

He entered the apartment and realised how empty it was. He looked around. All your things were gone. 

No. 

He made his way to your room and pushed the door open. There was nothing but an empty bed and a study table. 

No, please. 

He turned to the closet and pulled it open. He was met with nothing but hangers and empty drawers. 

Please. 

He pulled out his phone to send you a quick text. It was probably a prank. 

Please. 

He realised he had an unread message. From you. 

Hey! Sorry, for such a last minute notice. Due to personal issues, I don’t think I can live with you for the rest of the term. Don’t worry, I’ll still send you my half of the rent until you find someone new. Good luck :)

He had fucked up. 

a/n2: again, always open to criticism. there will be a part 3. I promise. depends on when I want to write it :D

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Work in Progress 🦋

I'm halfway through Wait for your love pt 2, i'm probably going to turn it into 3 parts instead of just 2. I PROMISE it will ONLY be 3 parts. i don't want another skin-deep fiasco of 14 when it was just supposed to be 5 parts.

I'm about 10% done with the Skin-deep epilogue, I still need to sit and dream more. hopefully i can finish it tomorrow!

Much love ❤️

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The way I was already listening to wait for your love when ur fic came up 😭 are you thinking about writing a part 2? 👀

Yes there will be a part 2, it just depends on when I’ll release it. I have sort of an idea but at the same time no idea when tbh. I need to sit and stare into space a bit more to actually complete part 2 😶‍🌫️ But good news is I have no more tutes and just wards the rest of the week so I should be able to write more but again still on the fence about it 😵‍💫

Thanks for reading!

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Hello! I wanted to tell you that I LOVED skin-deep. I think you wrote it super well and beautifully. You should be proud of your writing. I’m looking forward to part 2 of the Wonwoo fic! I’ll be cheering you on if you decide to continue writing. Sending so much love<3

Aww thanks so much 🥰💗

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Will Seungcheol's parents apologize to y/n in the next ch?

Haha I don’t even know if there will be a next chapter hey

Depends on how bz I am tbh

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Skin-Deep Chapter 14

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: Final chapter of my super duper long series :D I hope you all enjoy!

“Vernon, I don’t know why your shoes don’t match your pants.” You hissed at your brother as the two of you were lead into the ballroom by one of Minghao’s attendants.

“Well, if you had just helped me pick, like I asked,” Vernon hissed back, “we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

“It’s not my fault all your shoes are ugly, bro.” You argued quietly. Annoying your brother was so much fun, it helped take your mind off he-who-shall-not-be-named. 

“Ah, the ever bickering Chwe twins.” Wen Junhui said, strolling up to the two of you. 

“Jun! I didn’t know you were back!” You said, pulling away from Vernon to give Junhui a hug. 

“China was such a bore,” Junhui rolled his eyes, “My dad made me sit through 50 business meetings in a day.”

“This is why we don’t attend meetings.” Vernon said, rubbing his nose while shaking his head.

“My dad’s insistent on me attending, he wants me to take over the company soon.” Junhui said solemnly. 

Junhui’s parents were the largest distributers of cement in all of China, or maybe Asia. You weren’t sure. You and your brother had met him via Minghao on a trip to China with your parents. The four of you tore up China’s nightlife in your high school days. You smiled at the memory. 

“Minghao sure is popular.” Vernon marvelled at the amount of people in the room. 

“Well, when your father’s a top politician…” Junhui trailed off, spotting Minghao making his way over. “There he is now! The birthday boy.”

Minghao’s father was a top politician in Haicheng. His family also had some business in the tea making industry. His wealth rivalled that of Junhui’s. Despite that, Minghao and Junhui were amongst the humblest people you knew. 

Minghao had a wide grin on his face as he hugged Junhui, exchanging greetings. He then turned to you and Vernon. 

“Y/n! Vernon! I haven’t seen you two in years!” Minghao cried, giving you and your brother a bone-breaking hug.

“Happy birthday!” You said, once Minghao had released the two of you. 

“Happy birthday.” Vernon echoed, as he held out two boxes for the birthday boy.

“You didn’t have to!” Minghao said, immediately grabbing the boxes. You had always gifted him the best birthday presents, Minghao planned to disappear in the next 5 minutes to rip open your present. 

“Just between you and me,” You whispered, pulling Minghao closer to you, “Vernon gave you socks.”

“I did not give you socks.” Vernon deadpanned, knowing his sister was out to mess with him tonight. 

The three of you burst out in laughter at your brother’s annoyed face. 

“Oh, I want you guys to meet my friends!” Minghao said, dragging Jun by the arm as you and Vernon followed. 

“Y/N?” A familiar voice shouted said. 

“Hoshi?!” You resounded, watching as the boy ran up to you. Almost knocking you over with a hug. 

“I missed you so much!” Real tears falling from Soonyoung’s eyes. 

“Oh my god Hosh, please don’t cry.” An embarrassed grin on your face as you patted the bawling man on the back.

“No one wants to go with me to that tiger cafe,” Hoshi said in between tears, “Do you know how hard that was for me?”

You chuckled, realising how much you missed your dramatic friend. When he finally released you, you were greeted by the other boys.

“Hi! I’m Jihoon.” He began with an outstretched hand. “You probably don’t remember me-,”

“Of course I remember you! We met at the producer showcase!” You smiled, giving him a hug. “I’m a very big fan of Woozi.”

Jihoon ears turned a deep shade of red at the mention of his pseudonym. 

He went back to standing next to Soonyoung who was still sniffling, whispering to the taller man, “I knew I always liked her.” 

You introduced all of them to your brother but you couldn’t ignore the nagging question you had at the back of your mind. 

“Did Seungcheol come as well?”

Seungcheol had locked himself in a cubicle in the toilet. 

Yes, he knows he was being extremely immature.

When Minghao had pointed you out to him, he couldn’t handle seeing you in the arms of another man. Before he knew it, he was making a beeline for the bathroom. Not caring as he apparently bulldozed some prince of Monaco on his journey. 

He could stay in here the whole night. Right? 

He knew you didn’t like to stay at parties for long periods, so if he just sat out here for two, no, maybe three hours? He would be safe to leave. 

Yes, sit here. Ignoring his growling stomach and dwindling amount of orange juice. 

“Cheol, I know you’re in here.” He could hear Jeonghan’s singsong voice from outside the cubicle.

“Go away!” He sang back. He could literally feel himself sweating. Why oh why did he wear a tie today? 

“Cheol,” A knock came on the cubicle door. “You can’t avoid her forever.” 

Seungcheol sighed, opening the door, facing his annoying friend.

Jeonghan gave him a wide grin, sort of resembling the Joker.

“You knew!” Seungcheol’s eyebrows shooting up with realisation. “You knew she’d be here! And you didn’t tell me!” 

Jeonghan shrugged, he was pretty proud of himself right now. “If I told you, you wouldn’t have come.” 

“Han, I look like an idiot.” Seungcheol said, gesturing to himself.

Jeonghan tilted his head in agreement. “Well, if you keep hiding in the bathroom like this…” 

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” Seungcheol groaned, face palming.

“Your girl’s out there, Cheol. Talk to her!” Jeonghan said. 

“I don’t know what to say!” Seungcheol cried, throwing his hands up and effectively his orange juice everywhere. He had planned on speaking to you, he just needed to plan on what he would actually say.

Jeonghan side stepped, dodging the splash zone, “Gee, I don’t know, maybe start with apology? Or an explanation?” 

“Would she even want to speak to me?” Seungcheol’s shoulders fell at the thought. “She came with another guy.”

“Her brother?” Jeonghan’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “Why are you worried about her brother?” 

“That’s her brother?” Seungcheol said, his posture improving with relief. 

“What the fuck? Bro how little do you know about her?” Jeonghan questioned in disbelief, his friend was truly an idiot. 

“I mean, I know about her brother.” Seungcheol asserted, as if he didn’t just mistake your brother for someone else. “I just have no idea what he looks like.”

“Right.” Jeonghan said, not convinced at all. 

“Not the point!” Seungcheol spluttered, “How am I going to talk to her?” 

“Look, just walk up to her and apologise, start begging, on your knees preferably.” Jeonghan said as he read the text message he’d just received from Joshua. 

“You might want to hurry up, Mingyu just walked through the door and there’s only so much Hoshi can do to distract him before he beats your ass.”

Seungcheol stepped out from the bathroom wearily, he spotted Mingyu being forced by Soonyoung to watch videos of baby tigers. Soonyoung would later argue that his folder full of tiger videos came into handy at a time of Seungcheol’s grave need. 

Seungcheol met Soonyoung’s eyes, the younger man frantically turning his head to the direction where you were standing. You still hadn’t noticed Seungcheol, caught up in your conversation with Minghao about the wonders of meditation. 

Seungcheol approached you and Minghao. Minghao noticed him first, nodding at him when he saw him coming. 

Minghao had already been brought up to speed by Seokmin. Sure, he hadn’t seen the two of you together before but if he knew one thing, it was couples. And he thought that you and Seungcheol would make the cutest couple. So he immediately offered his assistance.

“Oh, it seems like Shuhua just got here! I need to go welcome her! Will you be ok?” Minghao said, pretending to spot the bubbly girl at the front door.

“Oh, no worries, go ahead! I’ll be here!” You said, shooing your friend away. 

Once Minghao stalked off, you pulled out your phone, texting your brother to join you. 

“Y/n.”

You froze mid-text. You knew that voice. That voice you were so in love with. 

You bit your lip and willed yourself to turn around. 

“Seungcheol.” You said, coming face to face with the cause of all your pain. 

Seungcheol felt like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. After being deprived of you for months, he was finally close enough to appreciate your beauty. His eyes traced every single one of your features, hoping to memorise them at risk of this being the last interaction he could ever have with you. His saw the way your eyes shone under the light, reflecting the colours of the room, holding his entire universe in them. He marvelled at your luscious lips, the way you parted them when you were surprised. He stood in awe of how amazing you looked in your gown, all black lace on beautiful skin.

He blinked, once, twice, pulling himself out of his you-induced trance.

“I-,”

“Let’s talk somewhere else,” You interrupted, not wanting nosy strangers to eavesdrop into your. 

You lead him up a flight of stairs and into an empty hallway. Finally you found what you were looking for, a moonlit balcony overlooking a lake. Away from the crowd.

The two of you stood at arm’s length apart, his eyes gazing into yours. 

“Y/n,” Seungcheol breath out, appreciating the divine view of you leaning so casually against the stone railings, your skin seemed to be glowing under the soft beams of the moon.

“Seungcheol?” You questioned when he didn’t say anything else. 

Your eyes searched his face, hoping to see any signs of regret.

His eyes were tired as if he hadn’t been sleeping for days. His skin almost transparent because of how pale he was.

Not being able to stop yourself, you brought a hand to his cheek. A look of concern on your face.

Seungcheol felt himself melt into your palm. His eyes fluttering shut, a lone tear escaping. He was so starved for your touch. Even a small brush from you would have had him reeling. 

“Cheol?” You encouraged, swiping away the tear with your thumb. 

He opened his eyes only to be met by your gorgeous smile. 

“I’m sorry.” His voice broke, “I’m so fucking sorry.” 

“I should have talked to you, I should have talked to you right after that stupid dinner.” He placed a hand on yours, afraid to lose contact with you. “I am so sorry for how my parents behaved, for how I behaved.”

“I’m sorry for not speaking to you for so long,” he paused, gathering himself, “I’m so sorry I’m only apologising now.” 

He gently guided your hand off his cheek, encapsulating your hand with his. He was so gentle with you, as if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“Cheol, oh my god, get up!” You were horrified as you watched him get on one knee. 

Your lover stubbornly stayed in his position despite your incessant pleas.

“Please, if there’s anything I can do to show you how sorry I am.” Seungcheol begged, “I’ll do anything to even have a sliver of a chance to be yours again.”

There was nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes. He was willing to be stripped bare, showing you his rawest emotions, hoping that you would at least consider forgiving him. 

“Cheol, you are so dramatic.” You rolled your eyes at your stupid boyfriend. You used all your strength to pull him up and towards you, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I forgive you.” You sighed with content, finally in the comfort of his arms. 

“I was never mad at you.” You explained, bringing your head away from his chest to meet his shocked eyes. “I was just upset that you wouldn’t talk to me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Seungcheol apologised, his arms tightened around you. “I promise, for as long as I live, I will never put you through that ever again.” 

You gave him a soft smile, bringing your hands up to cup his face. 

“Apology accepted. Now be a good boyfriend and kiss your girlfriend.”

Seungcheol smiled appreciatively, his eyes never losing the unending adoration he had for you. He brought his lips to brush against yours, asking for permission. You stood on your tippy toes, pressing your lips against his, sealing the kiss. 

Seungcheol swore, he could never get over the feeling of your kisses. The sensation of your lips on his made him feel like putty. He felt like a depraved man, drinking you up as if you were the only source of water in the world, quenching his thirst. 

He gently lift you up and sat you on the railing, holding you in place so you wouldn’t fall off. He continued to deepen the kiss, ignoring the multitudes of fireworks going on in the background. You moaned in pure content. It was truly a scene straight out of a romance novel. 

When you finally broke the kiss, needing to breath. Seungcheol was blessed with the sight of your face, decorated by colours from the fireworks. 

“We should head back down.” You whispered. Your boyfriend not listening, pulling you in for another kiss. 

“Cheol, everybody will be looking for us.” You whined in between kisses.

“They’ll understand.” Seungcheol was unrelenting. “They know how much I love you.”

a/n2: they did not end up communicating, as you can tell. but they will, if I write the epilogue and that's a very big IF

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I’ve got to study for a tute tmr but Skin-Deep final chapter will go up tonight (in about 14 hours from this post). As for Wait for your Love, I’ll probably finish part 2 during the weekend :D

Sorry guys, I’m on an actual medical rotation rn and not like just ER shifts so sch has been getting bz D: I am however looking at an Epilogue for Skin-Deep as well just cause I feel like the ending was me running away from my responsibilities

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Wait for your love (angst)

summary: you wait in silence, waiting for wonwoo to finally love you

inspired by Ariana Grande's We Can't be Friends (AKA Wait for your love)

a/n: I wrote this in a fever dream, some suggestive themes but nothing much apart from that. It's a 2 part fic. so look out for part 2 I guess :D

I didn’t think you’d understand me

You remembered the first interaction you had with Wonwoo. You had asked him for help with some maths question back in high school. 

“I don’t think that’s the right answer…” You whispered, watching him flush red as he rummaged through his pencil case clumsily looking for his eraser. 

“My maths isn’t very good!” He cried, erasing the answer that was so far off. 

“Oh! How about we try this!” You stuck your tongue out as you worked on the question using another method. 

The both of you flipped to the back of the book to check the answer. You remembered the look of awe Wonwoo gave you when your answer was right. 

Wonwoo was the quiet kid, the one who sat at the last row of class, always looking out the window, not paying attention in class. He wasn’t a star student or an athlete so on the popularity scale he was basically non-existent. You weren’t far off either. Pigtails and braces meant you weren’t much higher than him on that god-forsaken scale. But that’s what brought the two of you together. 

After that first interaction, you started warming up to your quiet seatmate. You joined him in the cafeteria, asked him out on study dates, even dragging him to his first hangout. You liked to think that he just accepted his fate, the two of you were destined to be friends. 

Somewhere along the line of your friendship, you started developing feelings for the scrawny boy. You couldn’t pin point exactly when or what caused your infatuation. You just remembered realising his facial features were so sharp, his shoulders were so broad and his hands were so large and warm. Was it when your hands met in the popcorn tub during the Star Wars reruns at your local cinema? Was it when you stared too deeply into his eyes during a round of cards? Was it when he picked you up and ran a whole lap around the park to prove a point?

You couldn’t remember. But it felt like you had been liking him for the longest time.

I’ll wait for your love

Everything changed after graduation. 

The break before university was due to start, you had gone off to stay with relatives in Paris while Wonwoo had gone off to stay with his brother in Seoul. The two of you were scheduled to attend the same universities, even scheduled to live together. It was only natural considering how long you two had been friends. He would arrive from Seoul first and you were due to arrive 2 weeks after, just in time for the first day of school. 

You were thoroughly surprised by the boy man who greeted you at the front door. 

“Wonwoo?” You said, blinking rapidly. 

Where was the scrawny, skinny boy you were familiar with? Who replaced him with this tall, handsome and extremely well built man?

“Y/n!” Wonwoo beamed at you, immediately helping you with your bags. 

You were momentarily taken aback by his voice. His high pitched, nasally voice had developed into a deep baritone. 

“How was Seoul?” You had managed to croak out, still dumb struck by the massive change your best friend went through.

“Great. I actually met quite a few friends in the same uni.” Wonwoo’s eyes held an excited glint.

You hummed, wondering how your anti-social and shy friend had managed to become a social butterfly. 

You should have known that was the first sign of the inevitable downfall of your friendship. 

Throughout the next few weeks, you were busy trying to get settled into your new life while Wonwoo was busy partying his life away. He would leave each night and return at wee hours of morning.

You remembered the first time you went to pick him up. 

“Y/n,” He drawled over the phone. 

You turned to check the clock, it was 4AM. “Wonwoo?”

“Can you come-,” A loud cheer erupted in the background. “Can you come get me?” 

“Oh, ok!” You said, pushing your blanket aside. “Text me the add-,”

He hung up. 

DING

You received the location from him.

Trying to look as presentable as possible, you hopped into your car. Driving to your best friend with Google Maps as guidance. 

You arrived at the party, expecting Wonwoo to be waiting for you by the road, ready to leave. But he was nowhere to be found. Wonwoo wasn’t waiting for you in front of the house, he wasn’t even standing with the groups of people near the front door. 

You tried his phone again but you were sent straight to voicemail. You jumped out of the car and went into the house. You tried your best to push through the multitudes of drunk people, looking for your best friend. Finally you found him, playing beer pong and boy, did he suck. 

“Won?” You said, coming up next to him. 

“Y/N!” He shouted, throwing his arms around you, dragging you into his chest for a hug. 

“Won, let’s go.” You coaxed, your nose crinkled from the strong stench of alcohol. 

“Everybody!” Wonwoo bellowed, “This is my friend! Y/N!”

You were horrified as everybody turned to look at you. You gave an awkward smile and squeezed his arm.

“Wonwoo, let’s go, please.” You begged, you had a class in 2 hours and you wanted to get home in time for at least 1 more hour of sleep. 

“But y/n, you just got here!” Wonwoo whined, he pouted. 

“Oh God, Woo, please.” You implored, biting your lip. You weren’t comfortable, you didn’t know anybody here and you had an overgrown child hanging onto you. 

“Okay,” Wonwoo quipped. “But only because you asked nicely.”

That was how you managed to get your housemate home. 

Wonwoo never apologised. He didn’t speak to you the whole week, he kept himself shut in his room while you went about your day. You tried knocking on his door, offering some food you had made but he never responded. 

After that incident, you noticed that he would do it more often. He would call you at odd hours of the morning, asking you to come pick him up, flirt with you then subsequently pass out on the couch. 

You found yourself getting hopeful. You deluded yourself into thinking that Wonwoo was doing this because you were the only person he trusted. You just had to wait a little longer for him to realise his feelings for you. You just had to wait.  

“Y/n, I love you soooo much,” Wonwoo slurred, you had slung one of his arms around your shoulder, walking him to your car. 

“Won, please.” You said, trying your best not to be effected by his empty words. You pushed him against the car while you fumbled for your car keys. 

Suddenly you felt your world spin, when it stopped you were face to face with your best friend. Wonwoo had flipped you over, your back now pressed against the car, his arms to your sides, caging you. His face was a whole ten centimetres away from yours. You could feel his breath on your face, your heart beat rapidly rising, one of your hands gripping his bicep to keep yourself steady. 

“Y/n, you’re so pretty.” He muttered, he placed a hand on your cheek. His eyes were on your lips. His tongue licking his own. 

“You’re drunk.” You whispered, you used all your strength to push against his chest. 

He didn’t move. Next thing you know, his lips were on yours. 

That was how you lost your first kiss to your best friend.

You cling to your papers and pens, wait until you like me again

After that kiss (wherein he subsequently passed out on you), Wonwoo seemed to avoid you even more. 

He no longer called you when he needed a ride home, instead his friends would send him home. You had met 3 of his friends: Mingyu, Vernon and Seungcheol. They each seemed to take turns dragging Wonwoo’s drunk ass into the house. Surprisingly they would all be sober each time. Which made you wonder if Wonwoo just had a habit of calling random people to send him home. 

“Y/n?” Wonwoo’s voice came.

You shot up from the dining table, you had just been busy revising for your upcoming tutorial. Wonwoo never spoke to you, so this was a shock. 

“I was wondering,” He cleared his throat, “could you help me with this?” 

You blinked, he was holding a few pieces of paper. 

“Sure!” You chirped, a little too cheerily. 

Of course you would help your best friend. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t spoke to you in months. It didn’t matter that he had ignored you when you tried to wave at him on campus. It didn’t matter that he pretended not to know you among his new friends.

Wonwoo was your best friend, so you were going to bury your feelings and help him. 

“Thanks.” He smiled. 

That smile that made your stomach do a summersault. That smile that threw you back to your teenage years, when he would smile at you and only you. 

It became a routine. He only spoke to you when he needed help with work. Even though you weren’t in the same course as him, you found yourself studying up on what he needed, just so you could help him. 

You found yourself staying up late, studying for both your finals as well as his finals. Just so when he came home the next day from some party, you could help him. 

You helped him because that was the only chance you had to speak to him. 

You helped him because that was the only time he showed you any attention. 

You helped him because you loved him. 

Just wanna let this story die

Wonwoo brought a girl home. 

It was 4AM in the morning, you were cramming for your exams the next day after looking through Wonwoo’s materials for his tutorial the day after. You could literally feel your head overheating with all the knowledge you were shoving into your brain. You stood up, deciding to stretch out your unused muscles when you heard the front door open. It was opened with so much force that the door banged onto the wall, causing you to jump. 

“Wony!!!” You heard a voice, it wasn’t that low voice you so loved from your house mate. It was a high pitched squeal which you were sure your house mate could not have produced. 

A yelp could be heard followed by loud shushes. 

You pushed your door open a smidge, peeking out into the hallway.

You blood ran cold.

Right by the front door was Wonwoo, making out with a girl.

You could feel a lump growing in your throat as you shut your door. You closed your eyes, trying your best to erase the sight. The image of your best friend’s lust-ladened eyes, arms encircled around another girl, lips on hers was burnt forever your memory. 

You felt yourself crumple against the floor. Your stared blankly into space for what felt like hours. The pit in your stomach grew with every second that passed. When you finally found the energy, you crawled over to your bed. Tears seeped from the corner of your eyes as you buried your face into your pillow. Trying to muffle the loud moans and groans coming from the other room. You brought a hand to your mouth, trying not to make a sound as you cried yourself to sleep.

So for now it’s only me, and maybe that’s all I need

“He’s a fucking asshole.” Chan cursed. 

You smiled weakly at your friend. The two of you sat in a booth at Chan’s favourite bar. You didn’t drink but he did. Chan had forced you out after you refused to leave your room for weeks.

“He knows you have feelings for him.” Chan hissed. “There’s no fucking way he doesn’t.”

You shrugged. After much pestering, you had finally relayed everything to Chan. Everything. From when you first met Wonwoo to when he brought a girl home. 

“I thought I would wai-,” You voice came out as a whisper, ashamed.

“Please don’t tell me. Wait?” Chan finished for you, tilting his glass of beer towards you. 

“Yup.” You said with a sigh. 

“Why wait for someone like him? Why wait for someone who doesn’t even care about you?” Chan said, sounding angrier and angrier by the second. 

His question stung. Deep down, you didn’t want to admit it, but you knew Wonwoo didn’t care about you. You knew he was just using you, keeping you around only because you made his life convenient. 

“Move out.” Chan demanded. 

“What?” You blurted, “Chan, I can’t just move out!” 

“Yes you can.” Chan pointed to himself. “Move in with me, I have a spare room!” 

“But what about Wonwoo?”

“What about that asshole?” Chan rolled his eyes. 

“I can’t just leave him like that.” You said, exasperated. You weren’t about to leave your best friend alone. 

“Why not?” Chan argued. “You think he won’t do the same to you? He’ll drop you the first chance he gets, y/n.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You loved Chan but there were times when he was too blunt. 

“Chan, please.” You whispered, tears started rolling down your eyes. 

“Ok, I’m sorry.” Chan immediately panicked. “I’m sorry I said that.”

He moved to sit next to you, rubbing your back as you sobbed into your bowl of fries. 

You moved out the next day, without so much as a goodbye to your childhood friend. 

a/n2: not very good at writing, quality is absolute crap imo considering i wrote this in under an hour. anything you guys think I should improve in lmk!

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Skin-Deep Chapter 13

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: thanks for all the support! second last chapter of the series :D

Seokmin’s family rarely used their jet. In fact the person who probably used it the most was Seokmin himself, always flying to different parts of the world to watch critically acclaimed musicals. Most recently he travelled to Europe to catch the reprise of Les Misérables. He had spent the hours in transit quietly going through his usual routine of humming to the songs from the musical whilst reading through the script.

A stark contrast to whatever was happening right now. He sat in his usual chair, nursing a glass of whiskey, trying to flip through the script of the Lion King. Keyword: Trying. 

Right in front of him, Jihoon was holding Soonyoung in headlock after he had horanghae-d at Jihoon one too many times. Seungkwan was singing at the top of his lungs to some song from Twice(?) and Joshua was strumming his guitar, singing his favourite ‘Sunday Morning’.

Seokmin gave up, shutting the manuscript. He turned to the only other quiet person in the cabin, scrutinising his face. 

Seungcheol’s eye bags were horrible, his lips were as dry as the Sahara dessert and his hair was a makeshift birds nest. If Seokmin didn’t know any better, he would have thought his friend had just gone through theatre camp. Seokmin shivered at the thought of theatre camp. 

“How you feeling?” Seokmin asked gently.

“Better.” Seungcheol muttered, turning to smile weakly at Seokmin. 

Seokmin’s friend, Minghao, had invited him to his 27th birthday bash and apparently Minghao was a mutual friend amongst the boys, so they all decided to travel together. How they had settled on using Seokmin’s jet was beyond him, but hey at least they decreased their carbon footprint by plane-pulling. 

Jeonghan, who also knew Minghao, was also invited. The boys had asked Jeonghan to join them only to find out that he was already in the area. Some sort of visit with his parents. 

Seokmin brought his attention back to Soonyoung and Jihoon who was rolling around on the floor, Soonyoung still in a headlock, turning quite red. 

Seokmin sighed, this was going to be a long flight.

Seungcheol sat in his hotel suite. Contemplating on completely blowing off the party and just staying in. 

He shook his head. He couldn’t do that to Minghao, whom he hadn’t seen since his high school days. 

He looked out the window, admiring the city skyline. His mind drifting back to you. You who loved views like this. Always snapping photos with that funky film camera only for it to develop horribly because you couldn’t quite figure out the lighting.

A smile crept onto his face before it was quickly replaced by a frown.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Now that his friends had placed him on an alcohol ban (Jihoon had called the hotel beforehand to ask for all the alcohol in his room to be removed), he had no way of stopping the sadness that came after the fleeting moments of happiness. The sadness which came once he realised how much he had hurt you. 

Multiple messages rang through his phone, it was probably Soonyoung asking why he wasn’t in the lobby and ready to leave. He hesitantly pulled out his phone, eyes falling on his wallpaper. It was you, with the brightest smile, holding a kitten in your arms. 

He remembered the day like it was yesterday. He had brought you to a cat cafe to celebrate a hundred days of your relationship. You were completely ignoring him for all the cats, running from one cat to another, trying to pet and hug every single one. He was completely fine just watching you, he would do anything to make you happy.

One of the workers showed you a kitten, letting you cradle it in your arms. When Seungcheol saw your eyes light up, smiling so softly at the kitten, he swore he fell in love right there and then. Or maybe he had fallen in love when he first saw you, or maybe it was when you tripped over the mountains of laundry in your room. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment, but he knew he was in love with you. 

He had planned an entire event where he would whisk you off to some remote island that he’d fill with flowers and hire a chef to serve your favourite food all while he professed his undying love for you on one knee, followed by a promise to marry you in the years to come. 

He went from having everything to nothing, all in the span of a week. 

“CHOI SEUNGCHEOL I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU ARE DRINKING IN THERE!” Seungkwan shouted from outside the door, causing Seungcheol to jump. 

“Jesus Christ, I’m NOT!” Seungcheol shouted back before opening the door. 

“Well.” Seungkwan said, lowering his volume now that he was face to face with his friend. “Let’s go, we’re all waiting for you downstairs.

“You guys came!” 

The absolute joy on Minghao’s face made Seungcheol smile.

“Happy birthday, eight.” Seungcheol said, passing Minghao a box. He had picked up a fancy new tea set, under the clever advise of Seungkwan, for the occasion.

The other boys wished Minghao happy birthday, all of them adding to the birthday boy’s mountain of gifts.

Minghao’s house, or palace, was huge. He had a whole ballroom within the compound which he claimed his father had built to entertain guests. 

“Why he needs an entire ballroom just to meet 1 or 2 people?” Minghao explained to the boys over drinks, “Beyond me.”

Seungcheol kept a polite smile on his face. Not wanting to be a wet blanket on his friend’s birthday. He didn’t bother looking at anybody else, focusing his attention on the very interesting cup of orange juice given to him by Jihoon.

“Oh Cheol,” Minghao said, grabbing him by the shoulder. “Are you still single?”

“I-,”

“There’s this girl I want to introduce you too! I swear she’s perfect for you!”

“Hao, I’m not sure-,”

“There she is now!” Minghao beamed, looking to the main doors. 

Seungcheol turned reluctantly, humouring his friend.

That’s when he saw you, arm in arm with another man.

a/n: again, not satisfied with this chapter I am. Let me know if there's anyway you guys think I should improve.

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I've just finished watching the Japanese Grand Prix and I, being a fan of both F1 and Seventeen, have a Wonwoo fic brewing in my head.

It's been cooking in my head for weeks now but I have yet to put it on paper. So we'll see how it goes, i might release it, I might not. Who knows :D

Much love ❤️

I don't see many people doing this trope (F1 x Seventeen)???? There's an tumblr user that did stock car racing and Seventeen and let me say I feel in LOVE with that fic

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Skin-Deep chapter 12

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: Enjoy! :)

Ensconced in a velvet armchair, you sat surrounded by your friends who were howling with laughter. 

“They said what?” Yunjin said in between tears, clutching her stomach from the pain of laughing too hard. 

“I cannot FATHOM anyone saying that to you,” Shuhua cried, wiping the tears from her eyes, trying her best not to smudge her mascara. 

“God, what is up with her ceiling?” Somi laughed, imagining a bunch of naked people on the ceiling, “New money people, I can never understand.”

“Talk about bad taste, who the fuck puts stained glass in their dining room?” Jihyo added, sipping on her tea.

You had just finished relaying the drama from the past month to your friends whilst jewellery shopping at your favourite store. The five of you sat facing one another with a bucket load of jewellery spread out on a coffee table in the middle. The shop assistants constantly bringing out all of their best jewellery for each of you to inspect. 

“You should have slapped her!” Shuhua commented, mimicking a slapping motion in the air. “I know I would have! Insulting my bestie like that.”

Shuhua was your most outspoken friend. Her father was renowned as the Grocery King of Taiwan, owning almost all of the supermarkets and groceries store in the country. She always made sure to send out boxes of the best fruits and vegetables to her best friends. Their mothers appreciating the present more than any of their daughters. 

“And his father! ‘You need a right girl by your side’.” Jihyo mimicked, “Go back to the 70s, old man! No one wants you here!” 

Jihyo, who was extremely appaled by backwards thinking, was the daughter of the Gold Kingdom. Her family held monopoly over the trade of gold globally. Jihyo was regularly decked out in gold, but she didn’t mind shopping for other sorts of jewellery. 

“How does your son’s choice of girlfriend affect your company’s survivability?” Somi said, rolling her eyes, “does he know nothing about business?”

Somi, your ever business savvy friend, had just returned from completing her MBA. This was to prepare her to inherit her mother’s massive cosmetics empire. In fact all the makeup on your face right now was a gift from Somi.  

“I literally just looked up their company while you were talking. They’re worth what? 20 bil?” Yunjin turned her phone to show you a report. “And they’re so bloody arrogant!”

Yunjin, who was more interested in people’s net worths, hailed from a family who ran the world's most successful banking co-operation. This grants her access to all the secretive reports of various companies and high net worth individuals around the world. 

Where Seungcheol had Joshua and Jeonghan, you had Shuhua, Jihyo, Somi and Yunjin. 

The five of you had been friends since you were children, your parents all knew each other so naturally you grew up together. Majority of your youth was spent flying all over the world for shopping trips and holidays together. The only reason you separated was because you wanted to experience life without your parent’s money for once. You’d regularly keep up with them while you were at uni but it wasn’t the same as seeing them face to face. You missed the support your girlfriends gave you after being surrounded by boys for months.

“Guys, it’s honestly fine.” You said, holding your hand up to the light, inspecting the massive diamond around your finger. “I’ve left and I’m not looking back. That part of my life is over.” 

“Which part of your life is over?” A voice sounded from behind you.

“Vernon!” Your friends chorused. 

Your brother, waltzed up to the table. Giving each one of your friends a wave.

“Oh, you’re here early.” You said, placing the ring back on the table. Large stones attracted unwanted attention, not your taste.  

“Yea, we should probably leave now, you know how mom and dad get when we’re late.” Vernon said, motioning to the door. 

You sent your friend’s an apologetic smile, “Sorry guys, let’s continue another day?” 

A wave of goodbyes came from your friends as you and your brother left the shop, his Mclaren Senna parked at the main doors. 

Once you were comfortably seated in the car, you began running through your activities for the night. 

“After dinner, are we going over to Gyu’s place?” You said, your freshly manicured nails tapping against your phone. 

“Yea, it’s just going to be the few of us I think.” Vernon answered, driving carefully around a crowd who was snapping photos of his car. 

“How long do you think dinner with mom and dad will be?” You questioned, still replying to messages on your phone. 

“Probably like 2 hours tops? We might be a lil’ late to Gyu’s place.” Vernon replied, “Gosh, sis, your nails are giving me a headache.”

You turn to your brother with an evil grin. You reached your hand out and grabbed his arm, digging your nails into his skin. 

Vernon yelped. “HEY! I’m driving!” 

“That’s what you get for being annoying,” You say with a smirk before continuing to tap on your phone. 

Vernon’s eye twitched the entire ride home.

You hopped out of the car and skipped up the steps of the front porch. Vernon trailing behind you with hands in his pockets. 

“Young sir, young madam.” The maid had come out to greet the two of you, bowing as you passed her. “Dinner is ready.” 

“Thanks!” You called out over your shoulder and made your way to the dining room. 

This bungalow was your parent’s most recent acquisition. It had gone on the market quite recently, some Duke who had fallen from grace was looking to make a pretty penny so he sold it to your mom. She had been eyeing the property for awhile now, claiming that she thought about you immediately when she saw the massive walk-in closet in the main bedroom. It was added to the list of properties you were set to inherit when you were older. 

In the dining room, your parents sat next to each other at a sensibly sized round table.

“Hi mommy,” You say as you gave her a side hug. Your mother gave you a kiss on your cheek before continuing to read her magazine. 

“Hi daddy,” Doing the same to your father who was immersed in his newspaper. 

“Mom, dad.” Vernon greeted with a nod. 

“Oh finally the two of you are back, we’ve been waiting forever.” Your mother said, putting away her magazine as she peered at her children from the top of her reading glasses.

“Your mom’s just hangry.” Your dad flashed you a mischievous smile, ignoring his wife’s warning glare.

The maid entered with a trolley of food, proceeding to lay it out on the lazy susan. You much prefer these sort of meals than all those pretentious fine dining restaurants. Food was meant to be simple and identifiable, some people clearly did not understand that. 

Dinner was filled with idle chatter, you father was talking about the new venture he was thinking of in Thailand while your mom updated her children on the coming events they had to attend. 

“Aunty and Uncle Yoon are coming to town to visit.” Your mother announced. “I expect both of you to make yourselves available.”

“Sure mom,” you and Vernon chorused.

“I think they’re bringing their son eh?” Your dad said in between mouthfuls of rice. “Maybe you two could show him around.” 

And that is how you found yourself face to face with the one and only Yoon Jeonghan.  

“Y/N my dear!” Mrs Yoon gushed, holding your hands, “Every time we see you, you get prettier and prettier!” 

“This is Jeonghan, my son. I don’t think the three of you have met.” Mr Yoon said, gesturing to Jeonghan who was currently giving you a shit-eating grin. 

“Y/n!” Jeonghan cried, giving you a hug.

“Hannie!” You quickly returned his hug, you weren’t expecting to see Jeonghan at all. “This is my brother, Vernon.”

Vernon politely shook Jeonghan’s hand, exchanging quick greetings.

“Oh? Have you met y/n?” Mrs Yoon asked her son.

“Yes, we met at uni.” Jeonghan said, giving his mom a reassuring smile.  

“Ok, we’ll leave you kids alone now!” Your mom said, giving your arm a squeeze.

“Unless you guys want to sit through a meeting with us?” Your dad offered.

The three of your faces contorted into a look of disgust. 

“I think we’ll pass.” Vernon said, scrunching up his face.

Jeonghan waited until his parents disappeared from the room before giving you an excited look. 

“So this is where you were the whole time!” He chirped. “I thought you had been kidnapped when you fell off the face of the earth like that.”

Vernon narrowed his eyes at Jeonghan, “Is this the guy you were telling me about?” 

You shook your head, “No, this is his friend.”

“Ah,” Vernon crossed his arms, giving Jeonghan a disapproving look. “Guilty by association.”

Jeonghan chuckled nervously, “I promise I’m harmless.”

Vernon continued to eye the older man suspiciously. 

“I’m sorry for disappearing like that, Hannie.” You sighed. “Trust me if I had it my way I would have said good bye first.”

“Hey, it’s fine.” Jeonghan waved a hand, dismissing your apology. “If that happened to me, I would leave too.”

“Did you guys hear about what happened?” You asked, wondering if Seungcheol was the type to gossip.

“Not in the way you’re thinking.” Jeonghan quickly replied, as if reading your mind. "Shua had to pay some people to find out.” 

“Oh,” You paused, “Why didn’t you just ask Seungcheol?”

“I-,” Jeonghan paused, glancing wearily in the direction of your parents. “Let’s not talk about it here. There’s a lot I need to update you on.”

The three of you found yourselves having tea at the Mariott. You had called up Mingyu beforehand, who insisted on coming as well, to secure a table.

“Mingyu’s on his way?” Jeonghan said, excited that he finally got to see his friends in their natural habitat. 

“Yup, there he is now.” Your eyes darted to your best friend who jogged into the restaurant. 

“Have you started?” Mingyu said breathlessly, “Tell me you guys haven’t started.”

“No, bro, sit down.” Vernon gestured to the chair before making a face. “You’re sweaty as fuck.”

“Gym.” Mingyu replied still clad in gym clothes, he wiped the sweat off his forehead before sitting down. 

“Alright, now that we’re all here,” Jeonghan began, leaning forward, “you should know, Cheol hasn’t been himself these days.”

He recounted all the events that happened, starting from the day you and Seungcheol broke up and all the way to them confronting him at his apartment.

You didn’t know how to feel. Part of you was happy that Seungcheol was just as upset as you, part of you was sad because you knew things between you and him would never go back to normal. Was he considering getting back together with you? Did you want to get back together with him? 

“It’s great he’s suffering and all. But that doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole.” Mingyu voiced out. His eyed the table of sweets in front of him as if he was strategising for war.

“Why didn’t he talk to y/n first before disappearing and breaking up with her?” Mingyu continued with a look of contempt.

“Because he’s an idiot.” Jeonghan replied, in between mouthfuls of pastries. “Not an excuse, I know.” 

“I think you two should have a proper conversation,” Vernon sipped on his tea. 

“Well obviously not you,” He gestured to his sister, “I mean like he should have a conversation with you.” 

“Yeah, well.” You shrugged, “I want to talk to him, but he’s clearly intent on keeping me out of his life so-” 

“When we told him about well, you.” Jeonghan gestured to you and his surroundings, “He looked really relieved.”

You placed a Madeleine into your mouth and looked out the window, lost in thought. In the background you could hear Mingyu arguing with Vernon and Jeonghan. 

Mingyu rolled his eyes, “Honestly, I don’t trust Seungcheol on this. If you ask him to choose between y/n and his family, who would he choose? My money is on his family.”

“Actually, I think it would be y/n.” Jeonghan said with conviction. “You should have seen him. It was like armageddon had arrived on the choi family home.”

“I don’t know the guy, but I think he would choose you, sis.” Vernon said, nodding vigorously. 

a/n2: I'm actually quite unsatisfied with quality of my writing. but i hope you all enjoyed it all the same.