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detention | j.w

warnings: badboy!wooyoung, goodgirl!reader, smut, voice kink, corruption kink, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, exhibitionism kink, wooyoung has piercings and reader is a Big Fan, mention of gags, light degradation.

word count: 3k

note: princess anon, i hope you enjoy~

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never in a million years did you think you would ever be in detention. you had always been a good kid, had never edged a toe out of line, and yet here you were. all it took was being in the wrong place at the wrong time and, suddenly, you were the delinquent that every adult within the next ten miles was disappointed in.

that place, of course, was the back corner of your school’s public library. nothing was bad about being there, it was just the person that was there and what he was doing while you coincidentally were also there that got you both in trouble.

that person, of course, being the fame i-don’t-give-a-flying-fuck bad boy jung wooyoung. while you were trying to check out a poetry book for your literature class, wooyoung had been lounging in that same section, a blunt in between his lips. how he had managed to not awaken any smoke alarms or suspicion was beyond you, but you frankly hadn’t found it in you to care. you knew better than to try to tell wooyoung to stop, knowing that he’d only smirk at you and continue smoking, so instead you had tried to ask him to move.

“and why should i kitten? i’m quite comfy here.” your cheeks had flamed at the pet name, heart stuttering in your chest, but you chose to ignore it. “because i asked nicely and need to get a book from the shelf your leaning against.” your voice sounded small to your own ears and you had wanted to hit yourself for sounding so afraid. he was only a boy with a few facial piercings and a small criminal record; he wasn’t the big bad wolf.

unsurprisingly, wooyoung had not listened and continued to stand in your way, breathing out his smoke into your face. you coughed, waving the intoxicating fumes away from your face, and wooyoung had chuckled teasingly at your reaction. your face morphed into one of annoyance, brows knitting together and your lips pressing together into a thin line, and it only had seemed to only make wooyoung more amused.

even now, days afterwards, you can so clearly see the way he had leaned away from the bookcase, inky black hair falling in his eyes as he offered the blunt into your quickly numbing fingers. your heart pounded at the memory, that moment seemingly etched forever in your head as well as the moment after, when a teacher chose that exact moment to walk into that same aisle and, after being completely and utterly shocked of what you were seemingly doing with the number one troublemaker, gave both of you detention.

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Devilish

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ | ꜱᴀɴ!ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ × ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.0ᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴀᴜ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ, ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪꜱʜ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ.

You’ve been living alone for a while now. Independence felt good somehow, even though you sometimes missed having the noisinesses of a full house. Basically being alone definitely had it’s perks, however being held tightly while watching a movie was much better.

“Just try it.” your friend said, “Maybe that way you’ll stop complaining.”

“I’m not summoning a demon, Nancy.” you deny again “It’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”

There are limits to your loneliness, you can complain as much as you want but appeal to forces of the beyond, that you don’t even believe in, is not your cup of tea. “However you want, Mrs. I’m Fine All By Myself. I have to go now.” Nancy states, picking up her jacket.

“Already?” you pout. “See what I’m saying? Summon that demon, y/n.” she shakes her head in disapproval. You just opened the door for her and threw her a deadly look “Get out.”

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trust • choi san

dt: obsessan on twt ! 🥰

headcanons: angst/fluff + friends to lovers + "why do i hurt all over"

warning: not proof read! sorry for mistakes <3

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san had been friends with you for the longest time. well, 5 years still counts as 'long'. he had been your desk mate for 5 years straight, hence your blooming relationship. both of you are like two peas in a pod, inseparable. everyone thought you're in a relationship with the other, but you always denied it. you? him? dating? the thought did cross your mind, you won't lie. but you weren't sure if the feeling were mutual. until.. you found out.

"hey sannie, do you have a prom date?" you asked him, taking a big bite of your burger that you pestered him to buy. "yep." a smile lifted on the corner of his lips, stealing fries from your plate until you swatted his hand away.

oh? he's occupied finally. "so who's the lucky girl eh?" you lightly kicked his leg underneath the table, cocking a teasing eyebrow at him, making him flustered. san brought his hand to his nape and rubbed it shyly while looking at you through his bangs. "promise you won't get mad?" you shot him a weirded out look.

"why would i get mad you dummy?" you chuckled, snagging the fries from his hand. he bite back his lower lip and the atmosphere became serious. "well.. it's your ex bestfriend.. dami." that's when you paused.

pause

"d-dami? why would go with her?" your voice cracked and san's face dropped in an instant. "i told you she's a deceiver. she lied to me, choi san! she did so many things to me-" you felt your anger built up in your chest that you couldn't finish your sentence anymore. "don't you remember what she did to me? i told you a lot of times!" san pursed his lips, expecting this outcome.

"people can change, y/n, she's changed. look, she even said she's sorry right?" your hunger dissipated due to your rage, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him in the eyes. "even if she said sorry doesn't mean i forgave her for what she did. she made me lose my trust in people. she caused havoc in my life.." you clenched your fists, and slung your bag on your shoulder.

"y/n, wait!" san caught up with you before you could leave the crummy restaurant. "listen to me first," thank goodness the restaurant was quiet. it's 3am, of course no one except the both of you would be there.

"i'm sorry it happened to you, okay?" san whispered, taking your hand in his but you pulled away, refusing to initiate any skinship with him. "it's just a prom thing, i wouldn't get attached to her i promise." you scoffed, darting your eyes away from san.

"don't make promises you can't keep, san. you'll lose a friend if you do," you took your leave, and san didn't bother to chase you like he did again. you hoped he would catch up to you, drag your arm and pull you in a tight embrace. you hoped that he would whisper sweet nothings, and took back what he said.

"why do i hurt all over," you felt your heart clench. jealousy and betrayal washed over you and your trust issues acted up again. you were slowly closing your heart from other people. including san, your own best friend. it was a painful loop, a curse started by dami, your ex so-called bestfriend.

you hoped that he would understand you more. how you felt towards him, deep down.

but alas both of you are nothing but friends.

your prom date was decided last minute, and it was a random boy from other class. you're sure they weren't as interested too but both of you gotta have prom dates to actually be involved with prom. you made a beeline to the refreshments area, taking a fruit punch in your cup.

ever since that day, you and san haven't talked to each other. it's was too awkward to even take your pen off his desk when it rolled over. mostly, it was you who made it awkward. san did so many advancements and tried to apologise but you avoided quickly like it's a death trap.

you sat at the bleachers, holding a cup in hand and your phone in another. you weren't too dressed up since you don't have anyone to impress.. it was boring. your prom date probably fled away to somewhere unknown or just went home early. and you were sitting there, scanning everyone in the crowd like a sore loser.

you caught a familiar figure approaching you. his fluffy raven hair could be noticed anywhere, and also the way he talks. oh, also the way he smiles. and,

"y/n, let's go."

"huh? what-"

"i said let's go," he took you by the hand and ran out of the school gym, and you said no further questions although you were awfully curious. did something happened?

he finally stopped at some random pathway, and he huffed tiredly from all the jog. "so something happened.." he finally gained his breath and sighed loudly. "should've listened to you earlier. i'm so sorry," he racked his hair, running his fingers through his gelled hair. "she's a bitch," you snickered but quickly coughed to cover up. you maintained a straight face and crossed your arms. "well?"

"to be honest, i was curious of what person she was like when you told all the bad things about her. i was curious of what she did to you, and i tried to understand you more." san confessed, although it was kinda awkward to say in the middle of an empty pathway with a flickering streetlamp. "sorry for saying stupid things and assumed too fast," he fiddled with his necktie.

"but i'm still mad that she lied about everything, she even copied you off completely! i mean you should be mad at me for not listening to you but heck, she really did lied about everything about herself." san winced when you punched him in the arm. "ow??"

"that's for ditching me on prom for that stupid person!" you sighed in disbelief and he just chuckled. "who said i ditched you? the prom isn't over yet." san held you waist and pulled you towards him. "what are you doing!" your face flushed beetroot red, and he just smirked cockily. "we can always dance our way home," san joked and twirled you over. you scoffed, but laughed a bit. "god you're such a dork,"

"hey i know it's not a good time to ask,"

"what," you looked at san, both of you were walking in a comfortable distance. he offered to walk you home since it's dark for a lady to walk alone. "i.. like you. actually," ironically, like in the movies, both of you stopped in front of your house. "i was afraid that you'd lost feelings for me when you ghosted me like last time."

"who said i like you?" you snickered and his face fell again. "w-well if you don't like me that's fine cause-" you laughed at his disappointed face, and found it fun to tease him around.

"calm down sannie. i like you too okay? i've always liked you.. actually" his eyes shot wide and he held your hands tightly. "so. will you go out with me?" he was like a puppy, anticipating answers from you with twinkling eyes.

"only if you stay over and star gaze with me tonight," you laughed, unlocking your door and making sure you won't wake the whole family up.

san smiled and nodded, racing with you to the top of the roof.

perhaps that's where the obstacle in your friendship ended and another bond of trust was unfolded on that very day.