sweater; jeon wonwoo
pairing - wonwoo (svt) x f!reader
words - 3k (approx)
part 1 | part 2
theme - angst 🌩️ fluff ☁️
warnings - just a mention of bullying, implied chubby reader in the past (you can imagine them as anything you want in the present!), jealousy and insecure reader.
• based on the song "heather" by conan gray
wonwoo was your best friend, your first love and probably the last for that matter, in front of him you could love no one, sure you had your crushes but, when you realised how obliviously in love with him you were, your heart broke with every single of his endeavours, yet you will always stand by him, he was your wonwoo after all.
i still remember, 3rd of december
me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you.
your hands were buried under the ridiculously large beige sweater your best friend had thrown over you, you cursed yourself for not checking the weather and leaving your house in a plain shirt, if not for wonwoo, you would have froze to death, but, what will wonwoo wear now?
"wonwoo— what about you? won't you feel cold?" you asked, your eyes— full of worry, yet you couldn't help but admire how the sunset carved his face so gently, how his kind smile shut down any murmur of how strict he looked, how his glasses rested on top of his nose.
"don't worry y/n, my home is nearer, you have to go farther, plus," he buried his hands in his bag and took out a thin jacket, "i have this."
"but that's so thin... you can give me that and take this sweater back," you said, holding the hem of his sweater, ready to take it off as he gently tapped on your hand, motioning a no.
"but—"
"believe me, i really don't feel that cold; also at least you look better than me in it, you're doing that ridiculously expensive sweater justice," he grinned as he turned around, not hearing any of your arguments.
"call or text me when you reach home or i will get worried, alright?" he said as he spun around, walking backwards for a while as he waved you a bye, his other friend mingyu soon jogged to catch up with wonwoo and you still stood there on the university grounds, burying your face deeper in his high neck sweater, hiding how red your cheeks had become.
only if you knew,
how much i liked you.
you talked to wonwoo about everything, you were friends since high-school, it was natural. you vaguely remember telling him about your most recent crushes and his nose would scrunch up as he talked about all their negative qualities, but he would shake them off and cheer for you, you never confessed to anyone of them though, you just couldn't, not when you didn't understand how happy you felt when he cheered for you for the slightest of things, and how your smile would widen as his usually inexpressive face would express emotions on your questionable choices.
"hey you! heard your boyfriend broke up with you because you're a fatty!"
"don't you know? that's why no one likes her!" the school boys laughed as you averted your eyes from them, you were in your first relationship ever in your junior year and your supposedly boyfriend broke up with you in less than a week, you felt ashamed, you felt scared, you felt—
"hey! who said no one likes her?" a very familiar voice rang around you as wonwoo's arm wrapped around your shoulder, everything he said to those bullied went out from your one ear to another, skinship was something wonwoo was not at all comfortable with, you didn't mind it yet, you didn't particularly prefer it either.
you remember how glorified the best friends are on tv shows, partying, gossiping, hugging, pecks on cheeks; you and wonwoo were nothing like that, you both maintained distance, hugs were on special occasions such as birthdays, holding hands were to either reassure each other or for guiding, so when you felt wonwoo's hand wrapped around you in such protective stance, you melted. you melted in deep abyss of his mannerism, his voice his behaviour, his everything.
everything was black for you, and he seemed like a small trinket of white paint over your black canvas, highlighting the hidden details which were hidden by your emotions, your insecurity, he made sure to remove all of them, piece by piece, slowly and steadily, just like how a craftsman works on his craft, he helped work on your personality.
you soon realised why you weren't able to feel any deep feelings for just any other boy, you were madly in love with your bestfriend.
but i watch your eyes as she walks by,
what a sight for sore eyes.
when you had seen 'her' from the first time, your mouth hung open, she was beautiful, adeptly smart and most of all humble and kind, she would welcome anyone with open arms, help anyone who talked to her and didn't even ask for anything back, she would laugh with her friends and still have a faraway look in her eyes, it was hard to understand what she felt deeper than her surface and sadly for you, it made her more mysterious.
wonwoo had never been interested in anyone romantically throughout high school, but when you saw him tongue-tied on 'her' slightest of touch when she laughed, you felt something crack in your chest, you didn't complain, you just smiled, smiled at whatever sarcastic remark wonwoo had mistakenly announced in the class, making even the professor laugh.
even after seeing everyone joyous you couldn't help but notice a newfound twinkle in his eyes which you had never seen before.
brighter than a blue sky,
she's got you mesmerized;
you plopped yourself next to wonwoo on the park bench, a lunchbox in your hand as you grinned and opened it, wonwoo almost instantly stealing your food made you chuckle.
he rambled about his day, about how he felt he was taking all these classes for no reason when they had practically no use and you just listened with a smile, a thing about you and wonwoo was, you both got each other, you both had very similar personalities yet different shortcomings, he felt perfect to you, very imperfectly perfect.
and then you saw his attention divert from his rant to something— or someone behind you,
while I die.
you saw her wave at you both, which was odd because she was a relatively a well known person, and you were just you. people knew wonwoo because of his intellect, but you didn't think you had anything special for others to want to get to know you.
you saw wonwoo shuffled slightly, his face visibly flustered as you nudged him as if you were teasing him,
"hush— it's not like that!" wonwoo pouted, as he looked at you, "she...she just asked me to be partners for this project, do you mind?" he asked, his eyes skeptical and accepting of anything you said.
your breath hitched slightly as you blinked, it wasn't as if wonwoo was your only friend, but he was your dearest friend and you did every assignment together so—
"I don't mind at all, i will just partner up with mingyu," you smiled as you patted wonwoo on his back, you saw his smile widening but didn't see the glow of his eyes diminishing.
you knew he would say no to her if you said you wanted to partner with him, you knew he would reach any bounds to make you comfortable but you couldn't, you just couldn't...
why would you ever kiss me?
i'm not even half as pretty.
you were on your phone as mingyu turned on his computer for the research, you didn't even bother to check the topic and sensing your foul mood, mingyu didn't ask you to either.
"hey, do you need water?" mingyu asked as he stared at you with worry and concern, you looked sad and you didn't want to look sad but, you weren't able to hide it.
"that will be good, yeah," you whispered, passing a small and tired smile towards mingyu, as he went up from his seat you stared in space and wondered exactly why you were so affected by him hanging out with her? surely it wasn't because you were in love with him since five years? not at all, that... wasn't possible.
"y/n, are you okay?" mingyu asked, as he handed you the glass of water.
"you don't have to answer if you don't want to, you just look so down..." mingyu said, crouching in front of you, like a puppy.
you couldn't help but chuckle at his actions, he was a sweetheart and you understood why wonwoo became his friend instantly.
"just... something's on my mind— nothing much," you said as you gulped down the water.
"is it about wonwoo? i know it must be a little uncomfortable to work without him but—"
"no mingyu you're sweet, i really feel comfortable working with you," you reassured him as he got up, understanding that you don't want to talk about the actual thing right now.
"alright, join me whenever you want," he grinned as he trotted towards his computer, making you giggle.
soon you heard a ting from your phone and looked at a post shared by her, she and wonwoo had posted a picture of themselves, near a café, you felt a pang in your heart as you got up from the sofa,
"how should I help you, mingyu?"
you gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
but you like her better
I wish I were heather
watch as she stands with,
you holding her hand
with your arm around her shoulder,
now I'm getting colder,
"what are you writing?" you heard your bedroom's door close as your eyes found your best friend, his game on his other hand as he gazed at you.
you closed your diary and put it away from yourself, "nothing really," you whispered as you gave him a half smile, he just nodded and sat on the edge of your bed.
"y/n, are you okay? you seem down these days," he asked, his eyes full of concern, on one hand his concern made your heart full yet your head reminded you again and again that he only liked you as a friend.
"just studies...nothing much," you replied averting your gaze away from him.
the way he hummed, you understood that he didn't trust a single word out of your mouth, but you were thankful that he didn't press further, you were afraid that you would tell him everything, and then you would lose the one good thing you have.
"wanna go and eat something?" he asked, getting up from your bed and taking your coat off the hook, you merely nodded as you stood up, slipping on the coat he picked out for you.
as you walked towards the café you remembered this is where he and her met up, which ended up leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, you didn't say anything, you never would, you didn't have any right over wonwoo and you weren't allowed to feel jealous.
"their cakes are awesome, let's have a dessert night today," wonwoo beamed and ushered you to go in the cafe, in past whenever you felt down, this is what you both did, dessert nights, where you both would only have desserts for dinner, it wasn't healthy for sure, but it made you happy so wonwoo always went with it.
"wonu, I—" you had just begun but then you heard another voice.
"wonwoo!" you heard her voice, how could someone look so pretty in such basic outfits? you stomach churned but you stayed silent as wonwoo looked back at the girl, and you imagined his smile widening, when he was still there standing worrying for you, the only thing you saw was his twinkle in the eyes, which he always had whenever he was with you. and then you noticed the jacket which was draped on her— it was wonwoo's leather jacket.
she came forward and greeted you and then proceeded to talk to wonwoo while sending numerous smiles towards you, trying to initiate a conversation with you but you were too far in your jealously to respond appropriately, she understood that you were out of it, and didn't pressure you.
but how could I hate her?
"hey wonwoo, y/n! on sunday i have a dance performance on the left block stage, i would love it if you attend," she smiled warmly, inviting you both.
you pursed your lips, on sunday was your singing performance too, in the right auditorium,
"i am sorry but y/n's performance is on that day too—," wonwoo said, patting your back, you flinched and looked up at him, surprise visible in your eyes.
"oh then you don't have to attend at all! it's alright, you should attend hers," she said, clapping her hands as she cheered you and wished you for your performance.
even though you felt good your heart felt heavy.
she's such an angel.
"wonwoo, you have attended so many of my stages, i think you should go to hers," you smiled.
"but—"
"it's no problem, I'm not your only friend," you gave him a painful smile and walked away, not willing to talk any further.
"i'm sorry I just remembered about my pending assignment, let's have dessert night tomorrow wonwoo," you smiled pulling closer to your coat, you made a mental note to give wonwoo his sweater back tomorrow, which has been in your wardrobe for weeks.
you sat on the back stage, your head in your hands as you tried to remember the lyrics word by word, it was your new song, based on heather, by conan gray and on your own feelings, about how unrequited your love was and how you couldn't look at him in that way, he was out of bounds, always out of bounds.
but then again, kinda wish she were de—
"hey y/n!" you heard his voice as your head snapped up, you looked around frantically for him and there he was panting and out of breath,
wasn't he to be attending her stage?
"wonwoo? what are you—"
"gosh, you really thought I would miss this?" he asked, a smile lacing his features as your cheeks brightened, he was here, he really was here.
"but what about her—"
"she urged me to attend it the most, i called her yesterday to tell her that i wouldn't make it and instead she was the one asking me to attend yours," he said, almost in haste, as if he didn't want to explain anything.
she really is an angel, what am i infront of her? a jealous gorgon?
"you didn't have to—"
"ofcourse I had to y/n, you didn't practice in front of me— at all, i have attended every single one of your stages since middle school, though it was compulsory to attend festivals in middle school but that doesn't matter, I didn't want to miss it, I don't want to miss any of your performace," he said, sitting in front of you.
"I felt you were drifting away from me, and I don't want to lose you, did i do something wrong?" he asked, his eyes wavering while his lips quivered, you cursed yourself for making him feel this sad.
"no wonwoo, you didn't do anything wrong, I was just out of it—"
"please tell me what's on your mind, it's making me insane," he pleaded, genuinely.
"y/n, you're up," someone called out to you as both you and wonwoo stood up.
"all the best, y/n, i know you will do well," wonwoo smiled as he moved towards the wings, "i will take a video so remember to look at my side."
you smiled, he always really had been supportive of you and you couldn't wish for anymore, he chose your showcase over hers, and that made you realise that wonwoo would always stay by your side, so you must be honest to him.
the lights blinded you as the orchestra played their music, you couldn't see anything, you couldn't see anyone. you just poured out your heart in that self written song where all your confessions to wonwoo were recorded, all your emotions were pen down and your heart was expressed. you don't know if it was just your imagination or anything, but you saw a glimpse of her in the audience, her smiling at you and showing you a thumbs up.
she's an angel.
and then your eyes landed on wonwoo who stood on the left wing, his phone recording you as his mouth hung open slightly, you couldn't wait to tell him everything. you would tell him everything.
(do you all want a part 2 for this? edit : there's a part 2 now ;))
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Would you make a part 2 of heather👉👈
Omg, did somebody actually ask me to write something? Damn....I feel.....honored. Thanks Anon!
Part 1 here
☁️ Heather Part 2 ☁️
Gn!reader
(Bakugou's POV)
It's been a week since Y/N told me about what happened. I mean, I wasn't surprised, I had a suspicion about them liking IcyHot, but hearing it directly, hurt.
Ever since, I've stuck by Y/N's side, spending more time with 'em. I'm trying my best to impress Y/N, maybe then, they'll notice me.
Maybe.
(Y/N's POV)
Something weird is going on... Bakugou has been acting differently around me lately. He's been spending more time with me, and, I noticed, that he always leaves and enters class the same time I do. He walks me to school in the morning, and then back to the dorms in the afternoon.
I've never seen him like this before, he's never shown any interest in befriending me, so why now? Was he feeling bad because of what happened with Todoroki? I really don't know. Maybe it's just his "mom instincts" (he's followed Sero and Denki around before after they got themselves in big problems.)
Anyways, what happened today though, was much different. Instead of just hanging around near me, he plopped down on the couch. Directly beside me, thighs touching.
In the background, I hear fangirling squeals coming from Mina, Hagakure, and Denki. Whatever's up with them....(little does Y/N know, they're happy Bakugou actually agreed to sit that close to you [courtesy to Mina who convinced him])
We sat there for a long while, just me and him, as the common room slowly started to empty, everybody going to sleep. Everything was silent, each of us scrolling through our own phone, enjoying each other's presence.
Bakugou breaks the silence (brave move my man, I could never, breaking a silence scares me unless I'm with friends).
"Are you still thinking about that damn IcyHot?"
Short question, aggressive tone, but I could feel the caring tone hidden in his words.
"Hm?....Not really..."
"That ain't an answer." He replies.
I sigh, "Yes, sometimes...But I'm fine!"
"No, you're not." His voice is stern.
"Hm?" I turn my head to look at him. His red eyes staring into my [E/C] ones.
"Your eyebags are worse lately. You're not sleeping enough? If you're thinking about him, then stop, there's no point in thinking about a taken man." I understand he meant to make me feel better (let's be honest, Bakugou isn't the best in comforting people) but that did sting a little.
"Why do you care?" I ask, pouting a little, "I thought you don't care about anyone?"
He turns away, back to scrolling on his phone, a small scowl on his (rather beautiful) features. I thought I had beat him, so I got ready to go to my room and get some sleep (actually, stay awake, overthinking my whole entire life) when he suddenly whispers something that makes me freeze in shock.
"Because I love you, dumbass."
I stand there in shock for a second, eyes wide, the heat creeping up to my cheeks. "W-what..?"
"I ain't repeating," he stands up and heads to the elevator.
"W-wait!" I call after him, running to catch up with his pace. Now we were both standing in front of the elevator door, having some sort of flustered staring contest.
Honestly, it felt as if something took over my body. I took a few steps forward and then, right in front of Bakugou, I stood on the tips of my toes, and gave him a peck. On. The. Lips.
I don't know why I did that, but now, as an adult, that was maybe the thing I've done my entire life.
Katsuki and I are now happily married of five years, he's the #2 Pro Hero Dynamite, and I'm the #8 Pro Hero [Hero Name].
Although, at the moment, I'm on a break, since Katsuki and I are expecting a little boy.
well hello there hoomans, this wasn't the best I could do (I'm not good at fluff) but meh. I feel like it was too quick😒 Anyways, hope you enjoyed!!
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