#jeon wonwoo X reader

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i remember you differently

⊹ overview - pairing: wonwoo x f!reader | one shot genre: soft angst · alternate reality · introspective slow burn themes: quiet connection, fragmented memory, second chances across timelines cw: light existential themes, emotional ambiguity, sfw

summary: a notebook appears with memories that aren’t quite yours, a name that feels both familiar and strange. he shows up in quiet moments, like a shadow from another life. and between what’s remembered and what’s forgotten, something is waiting to be found if you’re brave enough to keep looking.

from kai: humm... i was trying to write something a little different these days. never really did anything like this before, so i hope it’s enjoyable :)

now playing: lejos de ti - the marias

the town is smaller than you remembered. or maybe you're just larger now. not in size. in noise. in weight. in the way you hesitate before entering places that seem to already know you.

you arrive at the edge of dusk. the sky folds itself into shades of lavender and rust, the hills casting long shadows like tired ghosts. the cab driver helps you with your suitcase, then disappears without a word. the gravel crunches under your feet as you climb the short path toward the house.

the house.

you never lived here, but you’ve dreamed of it. or maybe you’ve only dreamed inside it. versions of summer that never happened, imagined in your childhood bedroom with the window cracked open.

your great-aunt left it to you after she passed. you were the only one left who didn’t object to silence.

it’s a strange thing, stepping into a place that’s been waiting for you without knowing your name.

the air inside is thick with the scent of old wood, mothballs, and lemon soap. not unpleasant. just real.

you walk through each room slowly, fingers grazing the edges of furniture like you’re reading braille. everything’s exactly where it belongs. which is what makes it unsettling. you feel like you should know this place better. but your memory offers only flickers: a blue teacup, a song hummed near the kitchen sink, someone calling your name softly but not quite reaching you.

you unpack half-heartedly, then climb the narrow staircase toward the study. you don’t know how you know it’s a study, but you do.

the third drawer of the desk sticks. you tug once, twice. it gives suddenly, throwing your balance.

inside: a mess of papers, yellowed receipts, curled photographs. a thimble. a playing card. and at the bottom, tucked flat like it didn’t want to be found

a leather-bound notebook. soft. familiar.

you hold it in your hands for a moment. it’s warm.

the handwriting on the first page is neat, slanted slightly to the right. it looks like yours. or like how yours would look if you stopped trying so hard.

you read:

i saw him again today. same place. same time. he looked tired. i think he always looks tired. but i’d recognize the shape of him anywhere. even in a dream.

you stare at the page. reread it twice.

there’s something wrong about it. but not in a bad way.

it feels… intimate.

you flip through the rest of the notebook. the entries are fragmented. not dated. each one reads like the inside of a thought you might’ve had, but never written down.

you set the notebook down carefully, like it might bruise.

that night, you dream of someone standing outside a bookstore. navy coat. head bowed. a book in his hand.

you wake with the image still sharp behind your eyes. you’ve never seen him before. you’re sure of that. and yet the ache is there.

the bookstore is on main street. you don’t go there for the dream. you go because you need something to read that isn’t your own mind.

the bell above the door rings soft and quick. the air smells like cedar and dust and something faintly citrus.

you walk slowly through the shelves. you don’t expect to see him. you certainly don’t expect him to look up.

but he does. his eyes meet yours. and for a moment, neither of you looks away.

he blinks first. then offers a polite smile, quiet, like an afterthought.

“hi.” he says. his voice is lower than you expected. gentle. a little hoarse.

you nod. you try to smile back, but your mouth feels far away.

he doesn’t say anything else. but he keeps looking.

you turn down the next aisle without picking a book.

you read the notebook again that night.

his voice is lower than i expected. like it's been raining inside him. i wonder if he dreams about me the way i dream about him. as if we’ve already said goodbye.

your hand trembles slightly as you flip to the next page. but it’s blank.

you see him again three days later. this time, it’s the café on the corner. the kind that’s trying a little too hard to be charming, but pulls it off with chipped mugs and the smell of cinnamon.

he’s seated by the window. a paperback open on the table. one hand resting on the spine, the other curled around a ceramic cup.

he glances up once. does a double-take.

you expect him to look away. but he doesn’t.

you take the table across from him, a few seats down. you don’t know why.

halfway through your tea, he says, quietly, “sorry... have we met before?”

you turn. his expression is calm. almost embarrassed. like he’s not sure he should’ve asked.

“i don’t think so...” you say.

he nods. then, “you just look familiar.”

you smile, even though it feels like a lie. because you were thinking the same thing. and you still are.

the name comes to you before he ever says it. a few days later you're at the same café, third table from the window, pretending to read. he’s paying for something at the counter. he laughs. soft, barely audible. and you flinch like you’ve heard it before in a dream.

the barista hands him change. “thanks, wonwoo.”

and you freeze.

wonwoo.

the sound folds into itself. it fits.

like it’s always been there. just tucked beneath something softer.

you whisper it later to yourself as you walk home. wonwoo. wonwoo.

you say it like a spell. like it might open a door. and maybe it does.

you don’t write it in the notebook.

you open it that night, thinking you’ll try. just his name, in ink. but the page is already filled.

i know his name now. but it doesn’t feel new. it feels like an echo. like it’s been stitched into my ribs for years. wonwoo. i think i used to say it out loud in the dark.

your hands tremble.

you close the notebook. but the name doesn’t leave you.

the next time you see him, it’s raining.

the kind of rain that starts slow and indecisive, like it’s asking permission to fall. it leaves streaks on the bookstore windows, pools at the edge of the sidewalk, clings to your sleeves like it wants to stay.

you’re holding a half-broken umbrella. he’s holding nothing, already wet, like he didn’t expect the sky to keep its word.

you almost don’t say anything. but then he notices you through the door and lifts a hand in that half-wave kind of way that people do when they’re not sure if they’re allowed to miss you.

you walk in. he’s wearing a navy sweater this time. glasses. rain on his collar. his hair is messy in a thoughtful way.

“you’re back.” he says. and it sounds like more than small talk.

“so are you.” you answer.

he tilts his head slightly, like he’s trying to solve a riddle you didn’t mean to give him.

that night, the notebook isn’t where you left it.

you find it later. not tucked under your pillow, not on the nightstand, but sitting quietly in the middle of the kitchen table. open.

you don’t remember placing it there. but you’re no longer surprised by things like this.

a new page. your handwriting. but not your memory.

he was wearing a navy sweater today. the sleeves were too long. he smelled like the kind of rain that stays in your clothes. i think he knew me. i think he didn’t know how.

your breath catches. you close the notebook carefully, like it might shatter if you move too quickly.

you don’t sleep much that night. but when you dream, it’s of hands brushing in a hallway. eyes meeting under bookstore lights.

you don’t see him for four days.

and then, the library. he’s in the quietest corner, reading something thick and serious-looking, but he’s halfway through a yawn when you walk in.

his eyes light up just a little when he sees you. not enough to be obvious. just enough to make something in your chest ache.

you sit across from him without asking. he pushes a book toward you without a word.

“i thought you might like this.” he says, softly.

it’s a book of poetry. you try to read the first stanza but keep getting distracted by the way he turns his pages. slow, almost reverent.

“do you believe in… timelines?” you ask suddenly.

he looks up. not surprised. just curious.

“like alternate ones?” he asks. “yeah. like… what if there’s a version of us that already did this?”

his gaze lingers.

“i think about that more than i should.”

you don’t speak again for the rest of the hour. but when you leave, he walks with you to the door, and your arms brush in the narrow aisle.

he doesn’t apologize. you don’t look away.

when you get home, the notebook is on the windowsill.

open.

you walk toward it slowly, like it might vanish if you blink too fast.

he gave me a book today. said he thought i’d like it. he doesn’t know he’s said that before. he doesn’t remember me. but his hands still do.

you close the cover with shaking fingers. press it against your chest like you’re trying to hold something in.

the next morning, there’s a knock at your door.

he’s standing there with a paper bag and a look that says i wasn’t sure you’d open it.

“morning.” he says, soft. “i brought pastries. i didn’t want to assume, so i got one of everything.”

you blink at him, then step aside.

“you want coffee?”

he nods once. “i always do.”

you don’t remember him saying that before. but the smile on his face says he already did, somewhere.

you eat in the kitchen. you watch him across the table as the light filters in behind his silhouette. he reads the backs of sugar packets and tears the croissant in quiet halves.

you think he looks like someone who’s been waiting for this moment without realizing it.

he leaves around noon.

you walk back into the kitchen and find the notebook open again.

you didn’t touch it. you’re sure of that.

he likes orange marmalade. he eats it like he doesn’t remember why. maybe he liked it in another version. maybe he liked it because i did. maybe we learned it from each other.

there’s a rhythm now.

you see him. you talk. you laugh, sometimes.

and the notebook… responds.

like a mirror that only reflects the parts of you you’re not ready to admit.

sometimes the new entries are just a sentence. sometimes a paragraph. but they’re always right. always one step ahead of your understanding.

we never said “this is real”. we didn’t have to. the universe kept giving us the same lines. we just learned how to say them softer.

-

he smiled today. the kind that comes from the chest. not the mouth.

-

he remembers the smell of my shampoo. even though he’s never been this close before.

one afternoon, you bring the notebook with you.

you don’t show it to him. you just want it near, like a talisman.

you’re sitting beneath the elm trees in the park. he’s sketching something in a small notebook of his own. you think it’s the shape of your hand, but you don’t ask.

after a while, he says, “you feel like a memory.”

you look up.

“what do you mean?”

he shrugs. “like someone i already miss. even while you’re still here.”

you swallow hard.

you don’t say it but you feel the exact same way.

that night, the notebook opens itself again.

you already know what you’ll find.

he said he misses me before i’m gone. i said nothing. but i wanted to ask: what if i’ve always been leaving? and you’re the only one who noticed?

the next time you see him, it’s late afternoon. the sun is low and heavy, casting golden slants through the bookstore windows. he’s stacking paperbacks on a center table when you walk in.

he looks up, and there it is again. that smile that barely reaches his mouth, but completely transforms the air between you.

“you always come in when i’m doing something inconvenient...” he says.

“maybe you’re just always doing something inconvenient.”

he grins.

you stand across from him for a second too long. and then, impulsively, you reach into your bag and pull out the notebook.

you don’t hand it to him. you just hold it in both hands. like an offering.

“i want to show you something.” you say.

you sit together in the back corner of the bookstore. the lights are dimmer there. time feels like it breathes slower.

you open the notebook to the first page. then another. then one of the entries that wrote itself.

you slide it across the table. he reads.

he doesn’t say anything for a long time.

you watch his face. the way his brow furrows, then softens. the way he leans in just slightly, like the words are something he doesn’t want to miss.

finally, he looks up. his eyes are wide, but calm.

“did you write this?”

you shrug. “i… maybe. i don’t remember. but some of the pages appeared after we met. i swear i didn’t write them.”

you expect him to laugh. or pull away. but he doesn’t.

he nods slowly. his thumb brushes the edge of the page.

“this is going to sound strange...” he says, “but i believe you.”

your throat tightens.

“sometimes,” he continues, “i feel like we’ve done this before. like this exact moment. like i knew what you were going to say before you said it. like i’ve been waiting for you to catch up.”

you blink hard.

“catch up to what?”

he leans in. “to us.”

you spend the rest of the evening reading through the notebook together. some entries he reads aloud. others you both sit in silence with, letting the weight of them settle in your chests.

at one point, he pauses on a sentence halfway down the page.

i think he knew me before i did. i think he’s always been waiting.

he glances at you. you look away.

you don’t know what to do with something that feels like fate.

when you get home, the notebook is heavier. literally. it takes both hands to lift it. you flip to the newest page, heart already hammering.

i showed him. he believed me. or maybe he believed in me. which is worse. which is better. which is terrifying.

you run your fingers over the ink. it’s still slightly wet.

you close the notebook and place it gently on your nightstand.

you don’t sleep. you don’t need to.

a week passes like a fog lifting.

you spend time with him in pieces. bookstore mornings, park bench afternoons, café windows glowing gold. he tells you about books he read as a child. you tell him about dreams you used to have. the ones where someone was always almost there.

he listens like every word is a clue. like he’s building a map with his eyes. and you’re the compass.

sometimes, you find new pages in the notebook hours before they happen.

he’s going to touch my hand today. not accidentally. not casually. and i’m going to let him.

you read it. you pretend you didn’t.

that afternoon, you reach for the same sugar packet, and his fingers wrap around yours. he doesn’t let go right away.

neither do you.

you sit on the edge of your bed that night and say his name out loud again. wonwoo. you don’t cry. but you feel like something inside you does.

you open the notebook one last time.

there are so many versions of love. this one is the quiet kind. the kind you grow into. the kind you remember before you begin. i think this time, we’re going to stay.

the last time it rains, you’re with him.

you’re both seated on the old front porch of the house. two chipped mugs, one blanket between you, the sky stitched with silver above the hills.

neither of you speaks for a while.

he watches the horizon like it’s holding something for him. you watch him.

he turns, eventually.

“do you think it’s over?” he asks.

“what is?”

“the forgetting.”

you consider this.

“i think maybe we remembered just in time.”

he smiles. it’s soft. real. you reach for his hand. he meets you halfway.

the air smells like damp leaves and something blooming out of season. you wonder, for a moment, if this is still the version of your life you were meant to find or if you both chose it, simply by staying.

inside, the notebook lies closed on the desk.

you don’t need more pages. just the ones you already have.

but if you opened it now, you’re sure it would say:

this time, we didn’t lose each other in the dark. this time, we held on. and we’ll keep the memory alive.

[dinoandguitar]

"Do you know how loved you are?"

New parents! JeonWonwoo x Afab!Reader

Genre: Pure fluff! (Everyone gets a bit emotional)

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, childbirth. The setting is in a hospital. Reader has just given birth.

Summary: Wonwoo holds his newborn baby boy for the first time.

A/N : This is also based off a request after I posted the S.Coups ver. Hope you enjoy it :) My requests are open, please feel free to ask away 🫶🏾

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The room is dim, quiet, and cradled in that golden hour calm where everything slows down. You’re asleep, finally, curled on your side, face slack with exhaustion, one hand still loosely clutching the edge of the hospital blanket. And in the chair pulled close to your bed, Wonwoo holds your newborn son for the very first time.

He can’t stop staring. At the tiny rise and fall of the baby’s chest. The faint little creases in his eyelids. The way his lips pout slightly, like he’s already deep in baby dreams.

Wonwoo’s heart feels like it might just split in two. From joy, from awe, from overwhelming love. His fingers gently trace along the baby’s tiny arm, and he breathes out, voice barely audible as he begins to hum.

It’s quiet at first - hesitant, like he’s not sure he remembers the melody right. But then it melts into something soft and sure. A lullaby. One his mom used to hum to him when he was little.

It sounds different now. Sweeter. Full of weight.

The baby doesn’t wake, but his tiny fingers curl instinctively around the edge of Wonwoo’s shirt.

Wonwoo swallows thickly and chuckles under his breath, voice low as he shifts him closer. He glances toward you. You’re still sleeping. Peaceful. Safe. And then he looks back down at his son.

“Do you know how loved you are?” he asks softly, as if the baby could understand. “Even before you were born, you were everything.” He pauses, brushing his thumb over the baby’s cheek.

"Your mother," he says, voice catching a little, “is the bravest person I know. She gave everything to bring you into the world. Every heartbeat, every breath, every ounce of strength she had-all for you.” He’s quiet for a moment, rocking ever so slightly.

“She’s not just your mom,” he says. “She’s my whole world too.”

Then, almost like he feels your eyes flutter open behind him, he turns- and there you are. Awake. Sleepy-eyed and drowsy, but watching him. Watching them. Wonwoo stills, heart lurching, and when your gaze meets his, he can’t help it, the tears rise instantly.

“Hey,” you whisper, voice hoarse and soft.

He shifts so you can see the baby more clearly in his arms, but his eyes are locked on you.

“Hi Baby,” he whispers back, voice thick. “You okay?”

You nod slowly, and then your gaze drops to the baby. “He’s perfect.”

“He is,” Wonwoo says, then looks back at you. His jaw works like he’s trying to keep himself together- but the moment cracks open.

“You did that,” he breathes, emotion pouring from every word. “You brought him here. You survived for him. For us.” You blink rapidly, your lips parting.

But he keeps going, voice soft and raw. “I watched you fight through everything and still somehow smile at me when you were barely holding on. You gave him life. And you gave me a family.” He leans forward, hand reaching out to take yours, grounding himself in you.

“I’m so in love with you,” he whispers. “More than I ever thought possible. And I’m so thankful for you. For this. For everything.”

You bite your lip, tears spilling freely now. Wonwoo squeezes your hand gently.

“I promise,” he says, looking between you and the baby with so much love it aches, “I’m going to take care of both of you. Every day. For the rest of my life.”

And as the baby stirs lightly in his arms, Wonwoo bends his head, humming the lullaby again, this time with you watching, your heart bursting.

You lean your head onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed again. And between his humming, the warmth of your hand in his, and the weight of your baby boy asleep against his chest — Wonwoo knows he’ll remember this moment for the rest of his life.

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A/N : Hope you guys like it! Sidenote but GAH I MISS HIM BRING HIM BACK RN 😔

My requests are open :)

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heeey, hope u're doing fine 💗 i'd like to see your thoughts for prompt 4 + wonwoo (thank u so much in advance)

heeey dearest, i'm all good, how are you? thank you for requesting this funny prompt! 💜

prompt: 'ibuprofen and redbull is not breakfast.'

'are you alri-'

'i'm up, i'm up!' you startle, jumping on the chair and almost falling from it if it weren't for wonwoo's steady hand on your back. 'i wasn't sleeping!'

'right.'

his deadpan tone makes you pause. you blink, rub your eyes and blink again, taking in the surroundings. it's still your living room and your notes for the exam are still open right in front of you. only now there's bright sunlight peeking from the curtains and you're pretty sure it was past four am when you decided to take a small break from your studies. with a sinking feeling of dread settling in your stomach you ask: 'what time is it?'

wonwoo walks past you, dropping few supermarket bags on the table. 'almost nine am.'

you squint at him and he squints back, because he's an idiot and also because he knows that his squinty face never fails to make you laugh. you completely miss the fond look he sends you as your shoulders shake with silent laughter. 'god, you look so ugly when you do that, woo.'

'you're not winning miss universe with that face either,' he fires back with no malice, grinning when you laugh again. he then turns his attention to the bags he brought: 'breakfast?'

'no, i'm good. i ate something before falling asleep.'

'not for dinner, i'm talking about breakfast,' wonwoo corrects, looking up. 'and ibuprofen and redbull is not breakfast.'

you glance at empty can of the energy drink next to you. yeah, you're not proud but hey, you're also not the one who decided to put three exams in a one day, so. 'do not judge my coping mechanisms!'

'i am judging. hard.' wonwoo says dryly, corners of the mouth quirking up when you giggle. this sound might be his favorite one. 'anyways, breakfast? i got your favorite bagels from the bakery down the street and-'

'oooh, you love me!' you sing-song, getting up and running to his side, grinning from ear to ear. at the sight of a familiar drink you gasp: 'and my favorite coffee too? wonwoo, you really do love me.'

'i do,' wonwoo admits softly, too softly.

you don't notice though, digging through the bags and squealing at each new item you find. 'you are the best roommate i ever had, woo.'

'i'm the only roommate you ever had.'

'exactly!' you turn to him with a blinding smile that makes wonwoo's heart seize in his chest. 'and i don't ever want it to change.'

wonwoo wonders if you ever understand how it all looks from the side. if you ever pause to think of how the words you say sounds from the other side. if you ever sit and think of what you two have because- because wonwoo does. runs his mind with thoughts of you. maybe one day he'll be brave enough to confess, to take your hands in his and tell you that he cares more about you than he ever cared for anyone. that the sight of you early in the morning with sleepy eyes and messy hair makes him want to cry from how beautiful you are. that he'd buy you your favorite things just to see your smile, that your smiel is the reason of his good mood. for now though he settles on this: pulling out a chair for you, cutting your bagel in two because you hate when it's not cut and gently touchign up your forehead to check if you have a fever or not. when you look up at him, smiling, he smiles back.

'no fever, don't worry. thanks for the breakfast, woo!' you pat a seat next to you. 'come sit with me!'

'you're welcome,' wonwoo replies, obediently sitting next to you, smiling at the way your cheeks bunch up once you start eating.

'oh, this is so good. you really are a life savior, woo. always there when i need you.'

wonwoo exhales. god, do you ever- he pauses. inhales. exhales. it doesn't matter. he'll gain his courage soon. 'anytime,' he whispers, smiling. 'always'

a/n: it's my favorite FAVORITE trope to write thank you so much for requesting it!! i hope you loved it, uni student!wonwoo is my fav ever :') - nini

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wonwoo doesn't move, doesn't breathe too deeply, he even tries not to blink too loud. you're there with him, your head resting on his shoulder and arm wrapped around his torso, fingers grabbing his black shirt. he's afraid that, if he makes a sudden move, you're gonna get scared like a cat and move away.

"is it comfortable?", wonwoo asks you, voice so soft, barely louder than a whisper.

you just hum in delight, nodding your head. he's warm, too warm, and it has nothing to do with the hot summer temperature out there - it has to do with how big his heart gets whenever he's close to you, or how he wants to protect you, always.

so wonwoo smiles, pressing his nose against your hair and smelling your shampoo; it somehow feels like home to him. he pulls you closer, nose caressing your hair as you hum again.

and there, right at that moment, wonwoo whishes he could just stop time, and never let you go - because that's where you belong, in each other's arms.

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bound to you; jww

summary; With a subtle fire growing between two vastly different souls, are they doomed to surrender to a bond that binds them together? Or... are they exactly what each other need?

abo universe • mafia au • arranged marriage • fluff, smut, angst • hurt-comfort

pairing; jeon wonwoo x f!reader | wc; 22k | rating; 18+ explicit nsfw

contains; mafia boss! wonwoo, florist! reader, alpha! wonwoo, omega! reader, reader knows how to fight back/stand her ground even though she’s submissive, right hand man! woozi, beta! svt members (cheol, woozi, gyu, vernon & chan), mentions of JxW, wonwoo is unhinge but not too unhinged, woozi encouraging/supporting wonwoo to be more unhinged, wonwoo wears glasses, very subtle “where is my wife!?” trope, not really sure who fell first and who fell harder, unplanned pregnancy, the honeymoon scene is sweet AND nasty

mature/trigger warnings; dom! wonwoo, sub! reader, big dick! wonwoo, knotting, biting/marking kink, size kink, use of sex toys, g-spot stimulation, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you do the nasty), mating press, implied sex marathon when reader is in heat, somewhat of an aftercare, reader is extremely horny when in heat, wonwoo doesn’t mind bcs he’s just as horny and has really high stamina, tummy bulge, creampies, squirting, that one business proposal scene, drugs (heat inducers, heat/rut suppressants), forced drugging, weapons (guns, knives, needles etc), abduction, violence (it’s a mafia au so, yea), mentions of miscarriage, etc

petnames; his (Nonu, Alpha), hers (Doll, Babydoll)

a/n; RAHH, new fic !! hope yall enjoy this because i sure as hell stressed over this fic way more than i should’ve- was also sick as i tried to finish this out and get it out (by its very overdued deadline rip) big thanks to rae ( @nerdycheol) and supi ( @supi-wupi) for beta reading and sharing their thoughts on it hehe ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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In this universe, there exists a city called Ashville.

A modern city that’s under the rule of an infamous Mafia family that’s been around for generations.

In this universe, each individual is born into one of three dynamics: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. These roles are usually found out before they become teenagers, typically around the ages ten to twelve. Not only do they dictate one’s instincts, but it also determines their place in the social hierarchy.

Alphas stood at the very top of the hierarchy, their presence commanding and unyielding. Known as protectors and leaders, their strength and resolve made them pillars of stability and order. They exude an air of confidence, their pheromones carrying an unmistakable weight that both enthralls and intimidates. An Alpha’s instinct could be a double-edged sword – their need for dominance paired with their sense of responsibility.

Betas occupy the middle grounds, acting as stabilizers so that the world doesn’t get thrown into a world of instinctual chaos. Neither driven by the dominating urges of an Alpha nor bound by the vulnerabilities of an Omega, they serve as the mediators. The voice of reason, if you will. Their neutrality is what makes them the glue that holds society together, but could also be the cause of its downfall if they were to commit treason.

Finally, the Omegas, whose roles are often misunderstood due to their vulnerabilities. They’re the heart of the societal order, their instincts centered on nurture, connection, and to a few, rebellion. They are similar to Alphas in terms of pheromones, but what set them apart would be that an unclaimed Omega’s pheromones could attract unwanted attention from unclaimed Alphas, drawing them in like moths to a flame.

Claimed Omegas would bear the bonding bite of their Alphas. But, in the event an Omega is without a mate, either by choice or tragic events; they are forced into prostitution. It is a sad reality and possible outcome to many. Hence, many Omegas forged paths of quiet defiance, proving that they too are strong without a mate.

Click.

"Can you, please, get a bit closer?" The photographer asks, practically begging at this point.

Wonwoo heaves out a sigh while your shoulders slump, tired from having spent the entire morning posing for your wedding portrait. While it was true that you were somewhat excited to have finally found your mate, let’s just say of all the possible occupations you’ve come up with, a mafia boss was not on that list.

Hell, not even the Jeon Wonwoo was on your list.

The mob boss takes a step closer, placing both hands on your hips and the photographer beams at the sight. “Yes, yes! Just like that!” he exclaims, pulling out his camera as he continues to snap more portraits. Wonwoo feels your body tense up from the close proximity so he leans in close to your ear. “Relax, doll,” he whispers, “You’re tense and you look terrified. Nobody is going to believe that we’re ‘in love’ if you keep this up.”

Click.

“I-I’m sorry,” you squeaked, the grip you had on the bouquet of flowers tightening slightly, “ ‘M just nervous…” “Oh, I know you are, doll.” Wonwoo turns his head slightly, nuzzling his nose into your hair and you let out a quiet gasp, “I can smell it. Do I scare you that much, hmm? Having second thoughts because your mate is the infamous mob boss?” He lets out a low chuckle when you shake your head profusely, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. “Keep your eyes on the camera, darling. Once this is over, you can go right back home.”

Click.

“Shouldn’t we make preparations for the ceremony?” you asked, “What about the cake? The venue? The–”

“Don’t stress your pretty head, doll,” Wonwoo says, giving your hips a light squeeze, “I’ve settled everything and your preferences have been taken into account, too. I’ll contact you for the cake tasting and venue checking.”

“And, it’s a wrap!” the photographer announces with a wide smile, “Thank you so much Mr and Mrs Jeon! I promise you won’t be disappointed with the results!”

You weren’t sure if the photographer was always this… enthusiastic with his clients. Or if he was holding himself back from pissing himself. ‘I’d be terrified too if the Jeons were my client…’

Not one soul didn’t know who the Jeons were. What started off as a small group of delinquents had eventually grown into one of the largest mobs to run Ashville. The man who started it all, Jeon Wonsoong, was a man who could send even the Devil running with its tail between its legs. While most mobsters were practically built on wealth, the Jeons’ were quite the opposite.

Jeon Wonsoong had built the mob of the Jeon family from scratch – from the literal blood, sweat and tears of his companions and oftentimes, those who had crossed him. The Jeons had their respect earned, not given on a silver platter. Many have mocked Wonsoong when he began building a name for the family – claiming that he was too ambitious, that he’d be better off as an underling.

They were the very same people he’s overthrown.

Just a mention of the Jeon family name was enough to drain anyone’s face of their colour.

Decades later, enter Jeon Wonwoo, the one and only beloved grandson of Jeon Wonsoong. Wonwoo already had the responsibilities of being the next mob boss ever since his mother’s pregnancy was announced. Wonwoo grew up watching how the “family business” worked, seeing his father fire bullets through heads after heads of rivals or anyone and anything that could be a threat to the family.

The poor boy was terrified at first but by the time his teenage years rolled around, he’s pretty much grown numb to the fear and squeamish feeling of seeing piles of bloodied dead bodies.

He’s watched the drug dealings, the smuggling – the most atrocious crimes or businesses known to man would be committed by the Jeons’, yet they would refuse to inflict any form of harm onto women and/or children for pleasure.

Wonwoo remembered bringing it up to his father when he was 16.

“Your grandpa is a family man, son. He’d never harm a child for the wrongdoings their parents have done – that’s why he takes them into the family and raises them to be his men.”

“What about crimes against women?”

“Crimes against women is unfortunately something that cannot be stopped, regardless whether or not the perpetrators are in a mob,” Wonsoong replies as he enters the room, one hand linked with his grandmother’s while the other held onto his walking stick, “We may be mob bosses, crime lords – whatever it is they call us, Wonwoo, but, causing harm to women and children for pleasure is a monstrosity I will not allow this organisation to ever commit. Your grandmother was assaulted for choosing me over some rich bastard – your uncles and I broke their arms, castrated them before making them kneel in front of her family to beg for forgiveness.”

“His heart is in the right place,” Wonwoo’s grandmother added on, “While being a mob boss or part of a mob gang is less than ideal for anyone, at least your grandfather shows some levels of decency as a human being.”

“So… in the scenario one of our members has assaulted, or caused harm to women or children in any way, what happens to them? Do they get their bones broken and then castrated?”

“That was back in the good old days, my dear grandson,” Wonsoong chuckled, “Now, they are battered and bruised, fingers cut, and castrated – before being shot thrice.”

Sure, it’s terrifying to have the entire nation’s economy in the palm of a mafia family.

Yeah, the occasional stumbling upon a body being dumped in certain areas could be traumatising. Hell, it even caused mass panic.

But, citizens soon learnt one saying, “Don’t cause the Jeons trouble, and trouble won’t find you”. A fancy way of saying, “If you don’t want to be the next corpse, don’t fuck with the Jeons”.

Because all the bodies found were individuals who have crossed them.

You stare at the wedding venue, brows furrowed as you take in the sight. You knew the Jeons had a taste for dark aesthetic, but you weren’t expecting the wedding decorations to be all black.

You weren’t exactly a superstitious person, but you did believe in the superstition that the colour black brings misfortune.

“Are the decorations up to your expectations, Mr Jeon?” the receptionist nervously asks, “We’ve followed the reference pictures and instructions you’ve given us.”

“Umm… Could I –” your breath catches in your throat when both men turn their attention to you. Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, “Not to your liking, doll?”

“No! No! The decorations are beautiful and the venue itself is grand,” you began, “But… Could we add a little bit of colour?”

The alpha crosses his arms, “Colour? You want to add colour?” He gestures to the venue, “You do realise that everything here is decorated with intention, right? Black represents strength, power, control. It’s to show dominance –”

You cut him off, “This is my wedding, too. Don’t I get a say in this?”

Wonwoo’s gaze hardens at your interruption, clearly not used to anyone defying him; much less an Omega that’s his soon-to-be wife. He narrows his eyes, a way to get you to back down without being too dominating so as to not scare off the beta of a receptionist; but you stood your ground. The air thickens, charged with tension.

“A little colour won’t hurt this black theme you have going on, Mr Jeon,” you state, crossing your own arms and taking a step forward, “You can have all the power and control you want, but I also deserve a say in how this day looks because it’s also my day.”

The silence hangs between you both, the weight of your words settling in. The receptionist watches with a bated breath and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve pushed too far. But then Wonwoo shifts, uncrossing his arms and turns to the receptionist, “Accommodate whatever requests the missus has.”

The receptionist visibly relaxes, nodding quickly as he whips out his tablet and moves to stand beside you as you walk around the venue, listing out the changes you wanted done.

“I love the black roses bouquet you’ve lined up down the aisle, but please add in some red roses. Switch out the black ribbons on the vases for white ones; you can barely see anything!”

Approaching the tables, you pick up one of the black napkins that’s been folded into a rose. You turn to the receptionist, “I want all the black napkins gone. Replace them with a burgundy red.” The receptionist jots down every detail, his fingers moving swiftly across the tablet screen as you continue to inspect the venue. Wonwoo watches you silently, impressed as you move with purpose and an air of confidence – something he rarely sees in an Omega.

You stare at the chairs that are draped in black fabric. “Are we welcoming death? I get the whole idea of this wedding to let it be known that you’re a mob boss, but at least have something that shows you have taste.”

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at your bluntness before the corners of his mouth twitch into a small smirk. There’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, but his gaze still holds a steady weight, almost as though he’s studying you.

“Taste…” he echoes, his voice low, as if contemplating your word. “This is a wedding, doll, not some fashion show.”

You gently graze your fingertips over the black fabric, “Exactly, a wedding. I get that this whole… dark and mysterious aesthetic is your thing, Mr Jeon, but at least have a bit of sophistication.”

You turn to face him fully, “I’m not asking for colourful flowers or for them to be placed everywhere or even pink ribbons. Just a little bit of refinement so it doesn’t look like a funeral.”

Wonwoo’s eyes narrow slightly, and he watches you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He takes a step forward, his hands shoved into his pockets as he peers at the receptionist's tablet. “You’re changing everything, aren’t you?”

You meet his gaze, letting out a shaky breath as you try to maintain your confidence, “Not everything. Just enough for it to… look more like a wedding.”

The air remains thick, but there’s no hostility; just a slow understanding that’s beginning to form. After a few seconds, the Alpha lets out a quiet breath and gives a slight nod. “Alright, doll. I trust your judgement.”

He turns and walks out of the venue, saying he has a business call he needs to answer. The receptionist turns his attention back to you, “What would you like to be done with the chairs, um… Mrs Jeon..?”

You give the receptionist a small smile, “You can call me Miss Park. I’m not yet married to him to be called Mrs Jeon.”

The receptionist chuckles nervously, “Not exactly a chance I would want to take, umm… Missus.”

“Hmm, I’ll accept that term. Back to the chairs – let’s switch the black fabric for a red fabric, similar to the napkins. Have a black sash tied into a bow at the back, is that doable?”

The receptionist nods excitedly, tapping away at the tablet as he realises his commission for this wedding may be enough to seal him a quick vacation. “Yes, of course it is, Missus! Would that be all?”

You take one last look at the venue, glancing up at the chandeliers, “Just soften the lighting and we’re all settled.”

That was approximately six months ago, which means it’s been six months since your marriage to Jeon Wonwoo became official.

Park ___. That's your name, that’s who you are.

A small corner shop florist that was everyone’s go-to for event planning or last minute flowers. Everyone knew you by your flower shop. They knew you by your smile. They knew you as "the flower lady who always got your back!”.

Never in a million years would you think that you’d now be known as Jeon Wonwoo’s wife. Jeon Wonwoo’s Omega. Jeon Wonwoo’s mate.

To be frank, you hated the fact that all your years of hard work were being overlooked now that you were married or bound to Ashville’s most nefarious and powerful mob boss.

Your name, once synonymous with ambition and independence, was now whispered in hushed tones, attached only to his. Your achievements, your sacrifices, all the blood and sweat you had poured into carving your own path no longer mattered. To them, you were nothing more than an Omega claimed by an Alpha who took whatever he wanted.

The weight of your new… identity settles on your shoulders in tons. You imagined several shackles were locked around your limbs, cold and unyielding. It didn’t matter that you had built a name for yourself. Now, you were just his.

And the entire city knew it.

You hated the look people would give you – some with fear, some with pity. Others had a look of cruel amusement, as though they were watching a wild animal realising its cage had no door. That the cage was its new home.

It made your blood boil. You weren’t some weak, whimpering Omega who would roll over and get all submissive at the mere scent of their Alpha. You fought to stand where you were. But damn it all, thanks to the stupid bind fate had planned.

Wonwoo sat beside you in the limousine, both of you having just left a dinner event that was hosted by one of Wonwoo’s allies that was meant to celebrate his wedding. Not both of your weddings, just his. The entire night, you had been paraded around as though you were nothing more than an extension of him – his Omega, his possession, his wife. No one toasted to you, no one acknowledged you beyond hushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You clenched your fists, fingers curling into the fabric of your dress.

“You’re upset,” Wonwoo states, his voice smooth and calculating, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, amused smirk. “What’s bothering you, doll?”

“Don’t,” your tone came sharper than expected, so you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. Your voice was less hostile when you spoke again, “Don’t call me that, please.”

Wonwoo’s smirk didn’t falter, but there was something in his eyes – amusement mixed with the faintest hint of challenge. He tilts his head, studying you as if you were some artifact or priceless painting that’s been put up for display. “Don’t call you what?” he asked, his voice now softer, but the command in his words can’t be missed.

You swallowed thickly, trying to mask the storm inside you as you held your ground. “Don’t call me doll,” you repeated, this time with more conviction. There was a slight tremble in your voice, betraying the raw emotion you were trying to suppress. “I… I’m not a doll, or some object. I’m a person.”

Wonwoo’s remains unreadable, though the intensity of his gaze and his posture didn’t change. But, there was a subtle shift, a quiet acknowledgment in his eyes. “I see my Omega bites back,” he chuckles, his tone teasing but there was a hint of respect behind it. “I must say, it’s quite… refreshing… Or, entertaining, for lack of a better word.”

You frown, “Entertaining?”

His eyes scanned your face, but there was no mockery in his gaze. Instead, there was something more akin to admiration, though when it comes to Jeon Wonwoo, deciphering any of his words or looks was like trying to get pigs to fly. “Well, it’s not every day you see an Omega go head-to-head with an Alpha. Especially if the Omega is now under the Jeon Family.”

“I can play that pretty little housewife you’re picturing,” you mumble, releasing your clenched fists in favour of crossing your arms, looking out the window, “Just don’t expect me to be all pliant and submissive twenty-four seven.”

Another deep chuckle leaves his lips. Something about his words, about how he says you were the first Omega to not heel to traditions makes you feel oddly proud. It was clear he still had his guard up, but at least in this moment, you could tell he’s trying not to push your boundaries or you too far.

“Relax, babydoll.”

Hmm… Perhaps you could accept that pet name. It’s much better than being called ‘doll’.

His voice is less teasing but there was still that underlying sharpness. “You’re still you, despite what society says. That defiance you have there? There’s power in that. Not many dare to challenge the expectations placed on them. Especially Omegas.”

His words sunk in, not as an insult, but as an observation; a praise. It was one that left you feeling both uncertain yet strangely affirmed. It’s the first time in a while that someone, aside from your parents, recognised your rebellion, your defiance as something more than just a nuisance. Let alone an alpha like Jeon Wonwoo.

He reaches out a hand, finding purchase on your thigh. You tense at his touch, the heat of his hand sending a jolt of electricity through your body. But, you don’t pull away, feeling the warmth of his fingers through the fabric of your dress.

“I see that fire you’ve got in you, ___,” he continues, his fingers slowly tracing the curve of your thigh, “And it’s not just for show, too.”

Your tone came out sharper than you intended when you replied, “You think you can control that?”

A sly smirk tugs at his lips, “Control? It’d be fun to break you, sure, but… I quite like the idea of having a feisty Omega by my side. Believe me, babydoll, I know what it’s like to prove yourself to be seen and acknowledged. I had to do the same to prove it to my father and grandfather. You didn’t think I was handed this position just like that, did you?”

"I don’t doubt you had to fight for it," you say quietly. "But I’m not here for a power struggle. Not with you, not with anyone."

He shifts slightly, giving your thigh a firm squeeze. “Look, babydoll, I don’t expect you to bend over my desk or lap whenever I tell you to. But, I do expect you to listen to me when it comes to your safety or if you’re ever caught in the crossfire of my dealings. Is that understood?”

You meet his gaze, feeling a shiver run down your spine. The grip he had on your thigh had goosebumps rising, but the touch wasn’t just possessive; it was also protective. A silent reminder.

“I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself, babydoll. But being capable doesn’t mean you have to face every danger alone, and in my world, in my life, it’s not kind to the unprepared despite their capabilities to be able to stand up for themselves.”

You bite back the words you want to say, about how you weren’t some fragile porcelain doll. That you didn’t need him to look after you like you’re some helpless Omega –

“I’m not asking you to give up the control you have over your life. I can see as clear as day that you’ve been able to manage just fine without an Alpha.” Oh.

“What I’m asking from you is to trust me when it matters. I know this marriage is out of convenience, for the sake of the mating bond, but you’re not someone I’m willing to let slip through the cracks either. Not without a fight.”

His words pulled your defenses down just a little, but you still held on tight to the edges of your resolve. Perhaps it was because of the many judgemental and snide comments you’ve received from others, especially Alphas, in the past that made you want to argue with him. The way he speaks, so calm and measured, you were itching to fight back.

But, something in his eyes stops you. There was no sign of mockery, no superiority – just a raw honesty you’d never thought you’d see in an Alpha. Much less the one that practically rules over the entire city.

“I didn’t ask for any of this…” You voiced out, sounding quieter than you’d intended. “I didn’t ask for you to be my mate. I didn’t ask for you to try and protect me.”

While he doesn’t flinch at your words, there’s a shift in his posture, a subtle tense in his shoulders that tells you he isn’t completely unaffected by your words.

“I know, babydoll,” his tone now tinged with something that feels like understanding, “But, believe me when I say that I am not asking for your submission. I’m asking for your trust. If I wanted to control you, I would’ve made that clear six months ago.”

“Can’t believe those bastards had to wait six months to do this stupid party…” you mumbled, cheeks heating up as you realised you sound like a girl throwing a little tantrum.

Wonwoo chuckles, “Well, our schedules have been overlapping. I think they expected us to go on a honeymoon for a while.”

“Tch, as if I’d ever want to be on the same bed as you.”

“Moving back to the topic earlier, I’m not asking for a leash, babydoll,” his voice is low, almost soothing. “I’m asking you to let me stand by your side when the world gets too heavy. Because it will. And when that happens... I don’t want you to face it alone. All I ask for is your trust and to let me understand you.”

You’re unsure of what to say next, the weight of his gaze making it difficult to think clearly. You’ve spent almost your entire life resisting the idea of relying on anyone, but here he is, asking for something as simple as your trust.

The sincerity in his words linger, and for the first time, you wonder if you’ve misjudged the Alpha. Maybe he wasn’t like the others that were trying to force their way into an Omega’s life. Maybe he wasn’t looking to bend or break an Omega so they’d be solely dependent on their Alpha.

Maybe he too was looking for something different. Something that goes beyond fated bonds and forced relationships.

You look at him, and for the first time, you allow yourself to wonder if there’s a part of you that could trust him.

He pulls his hand away from your thigh, fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary, as if reluctant to break the contact.

“But, there’s clearly something bothering you, babydoll. C’mon, out with it.”

You hesitate, lips parting, but no words come out. You’re not sure where to start or if you even want to start. Part of you still wants to keep everything bottled up, to keep your walls firmly in place. But then there’s him, sitting beside you with that quiet patience, the intensity in his gaze softened just enough to make you believe he might actually care about what you’re about to say.

You shift slightly in your seat, arms tightening around yourself. “That… That Juyeon guy at the dinner…”

Wonwoo's expression darkens almost instantly, the warmth in his gaze snuffed out like a candle. His jaw tightens, and though he remains still, you can feel the way his entire body tenses at the mention of another Alpha’s name.

“And, what about him, babydoll?” His voice is calm, a little too calm. It’s the kind that you know he won’t like your answer.

You swallow hard, “He… The way he spoke to me…”

You sigh, “Look, I know it’s inevitable that people will start addressing by ‘title’ instead of my name. Wonwoo’s Omega. Wonwoo’s wife. But, I don’t like it being said in a condescending tone. The way he called or referred to me as Wonwoo’s little Omega felt as though I was just another weapon or gun you’ve added to your already large collection.”

You shift a little, the frustration simmering beneath your skin as you try to put your feelings into words. “I don’t want to be reduced to that. To just another thing you own. It’s already hard enough that I had to not cuss him out for trying to feel me up the entire time…”

Wonwoo stills.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence. Heavy. Suffocating.

The air between you crackles with something dangerous. His expression doesn’t change, doesn’t twist in anger or morph into something openly furious, but the sheer stillness of him is enough to make the hairs on your arms stand on end.

“Say that again, babydoll” he orders, and though it’s barely above a whisper, it’s the sharpest you’ve ever heard his voice. “What did you just say?”

For a moment, you wonder if you’ve screwed up by making such an accusation or statement about his associate. But, you pushed on, “Juyeon… He kept brushing up against me on the table. Placing his hand on my knee, my thigh. He’d touch my back too when he had the chance.”

Wonwoo doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move.

But then, he slowly exhales through his nose, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek as if trying to keep his composure.

“I see.”

Two simple words. And yet, something about the way he says them sends a cold shiver down your spine.

“Wonwoo–”

“Mingyu,” he calls out to the driver.

“Yeah, boss?”

“Tell Jihoon to pass a message to Juyeon. I’d like to have dinner with him tomorrow night. Just the two of us.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Wonwoo!”

“I told you I’d stand by you when it matters,” Wonwoo repeats his earlier statement, his voice softer now, but no less intense. “And this matters.”

You swallow, finding it harder to resist the pull of his words than you care to admit. The stubborn part of you wants to fight him, wants to tell him you don’t need his help, but you can’t deny how much relief it brings to know he won’t just stand idly as you get disrespected.

For the first time, you allow yourself to believe that he might actually be a good guy.

“You… run a clothing line?”

Wonwoo looks up from his desk, his eyes on you as you stand by one of the many shelves he’s lined up on the walls. In your hands was a photo frame with a photo of him and a blonde man standing side-by-side in front of a building.

“Is that very surprising, babydoll?” he asks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Just because my family runs the mafioso doesn’t mean I have to just run that business.”

Behind the pair was a store with the sign J&W. Wonwoo said it’s a combination of their initials, a collaboration of some sorts. When you asked why he can’t just open one under his own name, his reply was simply, “You really think people would dare to set foot into a shop that’s under my name?”

“This man… Is he a business partner? Shareholder?” A shadow looms over you and tilting your head backwards, it sits comfortably against his broad shoulder. Wonwoo hums, “You could say that. He’s… I consider Jeonghan a friend and if you know me well or long enough, I don’t offer my trust easily.”

“I’m guessing that trust also applies to the hiring process of your bodyguards?”

You’ve counted a maximum of… six bodyguards during your stay at his mansion. Well, excluding his right-hand man, Jihoon, that makes five. “Some… unfortunate incidents happened when I was younger that started my trust issues.”

His voice drops just a little, one hand coming up to rest on your waist. You don’t miss the way his jaw clenches briefly before relaxing, as though catching himself before slipping too deep into memory.

“Jihoon and I have known each other since childhood. Family relations all that so it’s natural I came to trust him.”

“The others?”

“They’ve earned their place and my trust.”

You look down at the frame before tilting your head back up, raising it a little, “And Jeonghan?”

Wonwoo takes the item from your hand, as if examining it before handing it back to you. “Ah, Jeonghan…” A quiet chuckle slips past his lips, “Let’s say he’s a different story… I actually met him through Seungcheol, one of the bodyguards. You’ve probably seen him around – buff, kind of gray-ish hair.”

“The one that’s always butting heads with Mingyu?”

A flicker of surprise crosses his features, “So you’ve been paying attention.” Amusement laces his tone, clearly not expecting you to do so. You narrowed your eyes, “Well, if I weren’t aware of my surroundings, I wouldn’t have been able to survive this long until you showed up, can I?”

He gives your waist a firm squeeze, pressing a kiss to your temple, an action that catches you off guard. “I suppose you have a point, babydoll,” he concedes, voice low. “And I suppose it’s hard to ignore the two when they’re at each other’s throat.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, they’re not exactly subtle… Or quiet. It is interesting to see Mingyu surrender or lower his head, though…”

Wonwoo chuckles, taking the frame off your hands and setting it back on the shelf. “They’re both betas, but Seungcheol does have more of a… I guess more dominant nature. We’d suspected him of being an Alpha initially, but tests proved otherwise.” He adjusts the frame slightly before turning his attention back to you. “Still, that doesn’t stop him from acting like one.”

“And Mingyu just… lets him?”

The Alpha shrugs his shoulders. “Mingyu respects strength. He may not always like it, but he knows when to back down.”

You hum in thought. “And Jeonghan? Where does he fit into all of this?”

“He and Seungcheol go way back if I’m not mistaken. I don’t know the full details, but from what I’ve gathered and from what they’ve told me respectively, they used to work together before Seungcheol decided to have a change in career paths.”

Another squeeze to your waist, “Jeonghan… plays by his own rules. Always has.”

You frown slightly, clearly confused by his words. “What do you mean?”

“He’s a businessman,” Wonwoo says simply, though there’s something guarded in the way he says it. “And like all businessmen, he knows how to get what he wants.”

That doesn’t quite answer your question, but you know better than to push too hard.

“Is he dangerous?”

Wonwoo’s lips curl at the question, but it’s anything but a smile. “He’s charming, I’ll give him that.. And that makes him the most dangerous of all.”

A shiver runs down your spine. You don’t know if it’s from his tone or the way his fingers finally slide away from your skin.

The air in the mansion felt… different.

You couldn’t exactly put a finger on it, but it just felt as though there was a shift to your surroundings. Your heart was racing despite it being a calm and quiet day, Wonwoo was out discussing a fashion deal and majority of the staff in his mansion were given specific orders to not bother you unless needed.

Your heart was racing faster than usual, your senses were heightened in a way that made your skin feel alive – and not in a good way. It was in a way that made your head dizzy. It was subtle at first, a warmth curling in your lower belly, an uncomfortable tingle spreading across your limbs that makes your skin far too sensitive to the air around you.

You ignored it at first – or at least, you tried to.

The mansion was eerily quiet. The grand halls, lined with cold marble and towering windows. Despite housing the most dangerous mafioso and his bodyguards, it felt safe. But, it could be because of Wonwoo’s presence and his pheromones.

Now, each step you took felt heavier, every breath felt sharper, and the very air felt charged with something oppressive.

You knew this feeling. You had been trained to recognise it.

But it was too soon. Far too soon.

You’ve kept track of your heat since it was revealed that you were an Omega. You’ve made sure to take your suppressants on time to prevent any mishaps, never missing a single dose. Yet, despite your careful planning and discipline…

Could it be Wonwoo’s pheromones?

It had to be – your cycle wasn’t due for another week, give or take.

You pressed a sweaty palm against the nearest wall, a sudden wave of dizziness washing over you. It started as a slow burn in your veins, a heat that swirled in your stomach and spread outwards.

It was definitely your heat. You could feel it creeping up, threatening to consume you if you didn’t act fast.

“Missus..?”

Mingyu.

“Missus, you don’t look so well,” the Beta points out, taking a step forward.

It was times like these that you were grateful for Wonwoo insisting that his staff were Betas. Before you came into the picture, it was to ensure no crossfires ever happened between him and an Alpha staff. Two or more Alphas under the same roof with some kind of “power imbalance” could lead to a hostile environment, and Wonwoo prefers peace and quiet… despite the field of work he’s in.

After you came into the picture, Wonwoo would answer that he didn’t want any unclaimed or stray Alphas pouncing on his Omega.

Mingyu sniffs the air and his ears perk up as he catches a whiff of sweetness in the air. It was sweet like candy and he instantly knew what was going on. Thankfully, his training somewhat prepared him for scenarios like this, albeit it was catered more towards Alphas.

“Missus, do you have any suppressants?” Mingyu, taking a cautious step forward so as not to agitate you. You shook your head, letting out a small sniffle, “I ran out of them… I-I was planning to get them some time this week because it isn’t due for another–”

“Okay, well, I could text Boss to pick some up for you once he’s done with his meeting,” the giant suggests, reaching out a hand to steady you when he notices the slight wobble in your stance. “In the meantime, you shouldn’t be out and about, Missus… Let’s get you–”

“What’s going on here?” Jihoon, Wonwoo’s right-hand, interrupts Mingyu’s sentence. The tall beta freezes, his hand hovering near your arm but not quite touching. His jaw clenched, glancing over his shoulder, meeting Jihoon’s sharp, assessing gaze.

Unlike Mingyu, who was all warmth and concern, Jihoon carried an air of cold efficiency, his presence cutting through the charged atmosphere like a blade. The right-hand man’s eyes flicker to you, his nostrils flaring slightly as he picks up on 

Jihoon’s eyes flicker to you, nostrils flaring slightly as he picks up on what Mingyu already had. His brows furrow, and a barely-there sigh escapes his lips. “Shit,” he muttered, noticing the way you swayed slightly against the wall, trying to regain your balance.

Mingyu lowered his hand, deciding that it was best to keep a respectful distance from you. “Missus is having a bit of a… situation,” he said, his tone careful. “She’s early and ran out of her suppressants. I was gonna text Boss–”

“Call him.” The right-hand man’s voice carried an authority that was impossible to ignore. While his eyes softened just a touch as your discomfort, they still held that calculative gaze.

The tall giant was hesitant, his thumb hovering over the screen of his phone. Every one of Wonwoo’s staff knew that calling him while he’s in any sort of meeting was serious. Texting was discreet, something that could be swept under the rug or dealt with later. But a call meant urgency. It meant that Wonwoo would have to drop everything, no matter what he was doing, to deal with the situation.

But a look from Jihoon has Mingyu cursing under his breath, tapping the call button and pressing the phone to his ear.

“Missus,” Jihoo’s tone while still authoritative, was softer than before. His gaze flickered to your hands that were trembling at your sides and against the wall. “Give me your hand.”

You’re momentarily confused, blinking up at him then lowering your gaze to his outstretched hand. His voice carried a quiet but insistent command, and despite the overwhelming wave of hormones washing over you, you obediently did so.

“You’ll be okay,” Jihoon murmured, though it seems he was reminding you rather than comforting you. “All the staff here are Betas, I’m sure Boss told you that. Your heat won’t affect us so there’s no need to fear us jumping on you.”

His gaze returns to Mingyu who’s speaking on the phone. “Won’t be long before Boss gets back. I’ll take you back to your room.” You nod your head, though you weren’t sure if it was in response to his reassurance or because you knew that your legs couldn’t walk without someone guiding you.

The walk through the halls felt like an endless blur, the air thick with both the scent of your heat and the tension of the situation. Your heart pounded in your ears, your breaths coming in short, uneven pants. The mansion, usually cold, felt suffocating now.

You barely registered when Jihoon pushed open a door, guiding you inside the room. You entered without a second thought, freezing when the scent hit you.

This wasn’t your room.

Your body recognised it before your mind did – the faint traces of musk, crisp cologne, and something that was deeply ingrained in your instincts. Your entire being tenses as you realised exactly where Jihoon had brought you.

Wonwoo’s room.

You let out a whimper, the lingering remnants of the Alpha’s pheromones made your entire body tense. He wasn’t even here yet, and you were already drowning in him. You stared at the king-sized bed, your body wanting to sink into it, to bury yourself in the softness of the sheets that still held the imprint of his presence. But, the rational part of your mind knew better.

Your sluggish thoughts tried to fight through the dizzying fog, “Jihoon, this- this isn't–”

“I know, Missus,” he interrupts cooly, “But, I'm going to assume this is your first heat that's induced by an Alpha’s pheromones. It'd be best to get used to Boss’ pheromones – not just for your heat, but for your well-being too.”

“Well-being?”

With surprising gentleness, he guides you to the edge of Wonwoo’s massive bed, lowering you to sit onto the cool sheets. It was a stark contrast to your fevered skin. Your mind screamed for you to leave, to fight the Beta and make a run for it to your room – but your body betrays you as it reacts to the lingering scent of Wonwoo’s pheromones. 

Before you can do anything, you instinctively crawl onto the bed, your fingers clutching at the sheets beneath you as you’re pulled towards the only source of comfort in your current suffocating haze. You somewhat collapsed onto the mattress, burying your face into it and inhaling deeply, a pathetic whimper slipping past your lips as your thighs clench with need.

Your fingers curled into the fabric, your entire body as the Alpha’s scent wrapped around you like a vice.

You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be reacting like this.

You should be fighting this, clawing your way out of this haze and demanding to be taken back to your own room where you can suffer through this alone. But your instincts don’t care for logic. Instead, you’re in Wonwoo’s room, trembling and desperate, drowning in a need so raw it leaves you gasping.

You hated how easy it was to succumb.

And then it happens.

A shift in the air.

A choked noise left your lips as his scent filled the room completely, no longer just a lingering trace but a full, undeniable presence.

You sit up immediately, turning your head back to the door behind you before you can even think. It was an instinct, your body responding to an unspoken command before your mind can even have time to process anything.

“Nonu…”

Wonwoo definitely broke several speed limits on his way back to base.

The second he saw Mingyu’s name flash across his phone screen – not a text, but a phone call – he knew something was wrong. He brought the device to his ear, nothing more than a clipped ‘Speak’. Once Mingyu announced ‘Missus is early’, he ended the call and left the meeting without a word.

He didn’t care who was speaking. Didn’t care about the confused stares or hushed murmurs as he strode out the boardroom.

The only thing that mattered to him was getting back to you.

He stopped by a pharmacy, picking up several bottles of heat suppressants and a few cooling patches before speeding the rest on his way home.

Wonwoo storms through the halls of the base, his coat thrown onto the couch, his tie loosened and his jaw set tight.

Everyone knew they had to stay the hell out of his way.

His staff, the Betas, moved to the sides, pressing their back against the walls as he passed. Nobody dared to meet his gaze, not even Seungcheol – especially when the Alpha’s scent was laced with irritation – thick and suffocating in the air.

Grabbing a bottle of suppressants and a packet of heat patches from the plastic bag, he tosses the bag to a nearby staff. “Chan, store the suppressants in the missus’ bathroom cabinet. Cooling patches go in the mini fridge for her skincare.”

Chan nodded quickly, following the instructions.

Approaching his room, Jihoon steps aside from the door and slips past him without so much as a glance back. There was nothing that needed to be said. The right-hand man had done his job. Now, it was Wonwoo’s turn.

He entered the room and his expression was unreadable as he took in the scene before him. His nose twitched as your pheromones had practically covered every corner of his room. Sensing his presence, he watches as you sit up on your knees, head turning back and making eye contact with him.

“Nonu…”

He hears your breath hitch as he draws closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate.

“You really are a handful…” His voice was smooth, almost lazy. But, there was something else beneath it, something dark. It caused a shiver to run through you. Whether from arousal or fear, you’re not sure.

He steps closer, footsteps slow and deliberate. With each step he takes, a spike of awareness shot throughout your body. Your body reacts instinctively to his presence, knees pressing together in an attempt to soothe the ache inside your stomach. But, you knew it wouldn’t work.

Nothing did.

Not the cool sheets, not the distance that grew shorter and shorter.

By the time Wonwoo reaches the edge of the bed, your entire frame is trembling. He tilts his head to the side and exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.

“Nonu…”

Fuck. Your voice sounded so wrecked that the Alpha’s breath stuttered for just a second.

It sounded so needy, trembling with something raw that managed to slip through the cracks of Wonwoo’s self-restraint. His fingers twitched at his side before crossing his arms in front of his chest, the black button up straining slightly against his forearms and chest.

Your mind grew foggy as his scent grew thicker, wrapping around you completely. Before your mind could even process it, your body moved on its own – crawling to the edge of the bed to be closer to where he stood.

Wonwoo didn’t understand why Jihoon would bring you to his room (he does, he just doesn’t want to acknowledge it). You should be locked in your room, alone and away from him. Yet, here you were – right in the center of his personal space, clinging to the sheets like they were the only thing anchoring you to your senses.

The worst part of it all?

You looked like you belonged there.

He reaches out, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up. A small, needy whimper slips from your lips before you even realise. He orders you to stay still and you do, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. Wonwoo presses the pill to your tongue and the bitter taste barely registers past the haze in your mind.

“Swallow.”

You obey instantly, throat bobbing as you swallow the suppressant without protest. You opened your mouth again, showing him that you had done exactly as he ordered.

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened.

The fact that you took the suppressant without much fight should have relieved him, but it didn’t.

Because your lips trembled.

Because your pupils remain dilated.

You close your mouth, another whimper slipping free as you nuzzle your cheek into the palm of his hand that cupped your cheek. Both of you knew the heat won’t subside immediately, that it would take up to hours for the suppressant to actually kick in.

After a few moments, Wonwoo pulls his hand away and lets out a slow, measured breath.

“Good girl.”

Two words.

Just two simple words.

And yet, your entire body shudders.

His eyes darkened for a brief second before he stood to his full height, pulling his hand away as he took a step back. You whine at the loss of his hand against your kin, blinking up at him and Wonwoo swallows hard.

“Don’t.” His voice came out tighter than he intended, “Don’t look at me like that, babydoll.”

Like he was the only thing you needed.

Like he was the only one that could save you.

“Nonu, please,” you whined, “Make the pain go away.”

Wonwoon’s self-control snapped and before he could even think, he was on you. One hand came up to cup the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he tilted your head up.

And then he kissed you.

Hard.

It wasn’t soft and gentle.

It was desperate – a clash of heat and hunger, of pent-up frustration.

You gasped into his mouth, fingers fisting into his shirt and his grip tightened. Wonwoo presses his lips harder against yours as he swallows every whimper, every soft plea. Your heat was drowning him, making him forget every single rule he had set for himself.

He knew this was reckless. Knew that this could have dire consequences.

But when you moaned against his lips, the noise soft and needy, every ounce of logic flew out the window. His tongue slid against yours, deepening the kiss as if he was attempting to steal the breath from your lungs. His hands moved, sliding down your thighs and gripping them just enough to make you gasp again.

Wonwoo thinks he could still salvage what little control he had as he presses you deeper into the mattress – at least until he hears you whisper his name. The sound was soft, pleading – ruined, even. And he realises that it was already too late.

He’s gone.

“I’ll only help you this one time,” Wonwoo’s voice was low, dangerously low. He sounded controlled, but the way his hand gripped your thighs; the way his gaze dropped to your lips betrayed the inner turmoil he was facing. “Understood?”

You nodded immediately and he narrowed his eyes. But there was no mistaking the way your body arched towards him like it already knew what it wanted. His hands slid up your sides and under your shirt – his rough, calloused hands running against your smooth skin.

Just this once, he told himself.

Just tonight.

Just until the suppressants kicked in.

“Nonu!”

Fuck. The way you cried out so prettily for him had him curl his fingers deeper inside you. He was supposed to be in control, not let his instincts take over. But, damn it, the way you begged his name in that desperate, pleading tone had him losing focus.

Truth be told, Wonwoo always had a distaste for the heat and rut cycles. They were messy, primal; a reminder of how little control he had when it came to instincts like this. His body screamed for release, for dominance, but discomfort clawed at his mind.

But, God, the way you reacted to him. Every touch, every whine of his name, it ignited something he couldn’t deny.

Your back is pressed against his chest, the fabrics clinging to your skin damp with sweat and fever, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could feel was how good his fingers were working inside you – skillful and relentless.

The fabrics between you only intensified the ache. Your night shorts were thrown somewhere into the corner of his room, the shirt somewhat bunched around your hips while Wonwoo, still fully dressed, sat behind you with his back against the headboard. His chest felt warm against your back, the steady breaths he let out betraying the tension vibrating through his body.

You keened, one arm thrown back to hold the back of his neck in an attempt to ground yourself. “Nonu…” You whimpered, voice cracked and ruined. “N-Need more. Please, I–”

“I know,” he growls against the side of your neck, voice strained. His lips brushed your skin, not quite a kiss, but the warmth made your entire body shudder. “I know, babydoll. Your poor pussy needs more, right? Your heat has you all hot and aching, doesn't it?”

His free hand rests on your waist, anchoring you against him as his fingers curled again – this time slower, as though he’s searching for something. “She’s begging, babydoll. Dripping and sucking my fingers in like she knows who she belongs to.”

A sharp gasp leaves your lips and Wonwoo feels your body tremble. Your legs try to snap shut and he whispers into your ear, “That the spot?”

You nodded, back arching as his fingertips continue to bully your g-spot. You could feel him pulsing hard through his pants, pressed flush against your ass. Every clothes rut of his hips against you has you crying out – needy, frustrated.

Your thighs are trembling violently now, the tension coiling deep in your gut and it was ready to break. Wonwoo continues to stimulate that spongy spot, his fingers working to open you up with expert precision. “You’re close, aren’t you, babydoll?”

You could only nod, not trusting your words as your mouth parts to let out a high pitched moan as your body surged towards the edge. He presses his fingers until they’re knuckle deep inside you, curling up right against that spot as his thumb circles over your swollen clit.

“C’mon,” he rasps into your ear, “Cum for me.”

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up.

White hot pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your vision blurs and your entire body seizes as you cried out, body jerking against the Alpha behind you as a gush of wetness spilled over his hand and soaking the sheets beneath you.

Wonwoo doesn’t move. Instead he holds you tighter, hands still resting between your legs but his thumb circles your clit in a manner that was meant to ground you. You're gasping and shaking in his arms, hands trying to push at his wrists, desperate but weak. You aren’t sure if it was overstimulation or if you wanted him to give you more.

His voice was low, full of something far too tender for the way his heart was racing – for the way he’d always acted. “Good girl. Did so well for me.”

Wonwoo looks down at you only to be met by you looking up at him, eyes glassy and lips parted in a silent plea. You were flushed and panting in his lap, slick coating his fingers.

Despite his distaste for these cycles, he knew he’d do it again.

He hated how much he realised he loved this, how he could pull those sounds from you.

But, he loved how he was the only one who could pull those noises from you.

Loved how you trusted him through it.

Wonwoo carefully pulls out his fingers, ready to move you back to your room – then you whimper out his name like it was a prayer meant just for him.

“Babydoll,” he growls lowly, voice rough and filled with warning. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Yet you did.

Maybe it was the scent of your heat. Maybe it was the way you clung to him, silently begging him. Maybe it was the way that nickname you called him rolled off your tongue like he was your God.

He’s quick to have you pressed against the mattress, hips flushed against yours as he finally gives in to the carnal pull. You hear him fumbling with his belt and the sound of his zipper coming undone. The sudden shift in the situation knocks the air straight from your lungs.

One moment he’s cradling you in his arms, the next you’re sprawled beneath him; his hands on either side of your head to not just keep himself up, but to keep you right where he wants you.

Where you need to be.

You gasp out his title – not his name or that cute lil nickname you just gave him, but his title. Your eyes fluttered shut as your fingers claw into the bedding, silently begging for him to just fill you up.

And he does.

In one thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and savours the way you cry out to him, body arching as your pussy clamps down on him.

He leans over you, chest pressed against yours, lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “Feel that, babydoll? That’s me shaping your pussy so that it only knows how to take my dick.” He pulls his hips back, just until only his tip remains inside before slamming forward, making sure you feel him in your womb. “Wanted me to fuck you? Well, I’m gonna give it to you.”

A needy sob escapes your lips as he sets a punishing pace; and he chuckles lowly, hot breath against your neck. His lips part and he bites down on your neck, hard, claiming the spot with a bruising mark. You gasp, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through your core, causing your pussy to squeeze him tighter.

Wonwoo growls, hips stuttering for just a moment before he thrusts even deeper, harder – making sure your walls remember every vein, every inch.

“My sweet Omega,” he grunts against your skin, voice rough and possessive. His tongue darts out to soothe the bite. You mewl, feeling the imprint of his teeth as though he was trying to brand you as his.

Your hands scramble for purchase, settling on his back and your nails dragged down his back as he fucks you through every tremble, every whimper.

“You like that, dontcha babydoll?” he sits up, knees digging into the mattress as his hands grip your hips so tightly you were sure it’d start to bruise. All you could do was nod, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“C’mon, babydoll,” he coos condescendingly, one hand sliding up your body to wrap itself loosely around your throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, just letting it sit there as a reminder of his control, his claim.

And it was like a switch flipped.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips, back arching off the mattress as more slick drips out of your pussy, creating a white ring of cream around the base of the Alpha’s cock.

You didn’t mean to react the way you did, and Wonwoo felt it.

The way your walls clenched around him tighter, the sudden wetness coating where your hips met.

“Oh?” his tone was dark with approval, “You like that?”

“S-So good, Alpha,” you choked out, mind growing hazy from your heat and the pleasure, “Love.. Love it so much! Feels s’good!”

His thrusts grew rougher as something primal took over. He removes his hand from your throat, sliding it down your body to rub tight circles over your clit. Your back arches as a sharp cry tears from your throat, body trembling uncontrollably. Slick gushes out from your pussy as you squirt again, drenching his shirt and milking his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, hips stuttering at the milking compression of your cunt. “Shit, I’m close, babydoll. And you're gonna let me fill you, isn’t that right?”

You nodded through the haze, words slurred by pleasure, “A-Alpha!”

That was all it took. With one final thrust, Wonwoo buries himself to the hilt as his cock twitches inside you as he cums deep inside you. 

The room was thick with the scent of your heat and sex, but all Wonwoo could hear was the sound of your soft, uneven breaths – body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, barely conscious of anything except for the way he filled you to the brim.

He stayed buried inside you for a moment longer, reluctant to leave the warmth of your creamed pussy. But when he hears your soft whimper, noticing the way your body twitching from oversensitivity, he’s snapped back to reality.

Wonwoo groans as he carefully pulls out, a groan escaping his lips at the sight of his cum spilling out from you – coating the insides of your thighs and dripping onto the sheets beneath you. You whimper at the emptiness, at the sudden cold air on your overheated skin.

He doesn’t say anything, only tucking himself back into his pants and stands up.

For a moment, you thought he’d leave you in his room – maybe even go as far as to sleep in one of the guest rooms.

But then, you hear the faint rustling of the plastic bag before the mattress dips beside you.

Wonwoo leans over, gently brushing away the sweat-damp strands of hair from your forehead. You can barely keep your eyes open, the heat and aftermath pulling you under.

Then, coolness.

A soothing, mental chill spreads over your fevered skin as he places a cooling patch on your forehead. You let out a shaky breath, weakly reaching out for him.

Wonwoo takes them in his.

“Shh,” he murmurs, his voice no longer holding that sharp or commanding tone. Instead, it sounds softer. “I’ve got you babydoll.”

His other hand adjusts the sheets around your body, tugging the blanket up to your waist after retrieving your night shorts from the floor. He made sure your legs weren’t tangled, made sure you were comfortable.

You blinked up at him sleepily, cheeks still flushed a shade of red and lashes slightly damp. “Please stay, Nonu…”

He freezes.

For a moment, the only sound was his breath, still a little uneven. You could tell he was torn between his old habit of keeping you at arm’s length and giving into his instincts.

Without uttering a word, he eases under the covers beside you, gently pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, strong and warm, as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “Of course, babydoll. You’ll sleep easier if I’m here.”

Wonwoo never stays. Once he’s made sure you’re in good hands, he'd leave.

But, tonight wasn’t like the others.

Tonight, he stayed – not to keep his distance, but to keep you close.

Tonight, he stayed to protect you.

His.

You felt it then– the way he held you. Not like a favour, but like someone claiming what’s his.

Weeks after that incident during your heat, you and Wonwoo went on with your lives as though nothing had happened. The mansion returned to its usual rhythm – quiet mornings, the hum of the electric kettle.

Wonwoo buried himself in work, occasionally checking up on you as per his mother’s command, occasionally picking you up from your flower shop instead of leaving it to Mingyu. They were… small efforts into making the marriage look less of a business arrangement, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You busied yourself with your own work, too. But, you’d still go grocery shopping and prepare meals for the people of the mansion (which frankly, was a task you overestimated because cooking for 6 people proved to be a difficult task). They’d thank you, of course – you went through all the time and effort – it’d be wrong for them not to appreciate it and clean up after themselves.

However, you were careful to not let yourself brush against the Alpha for too long. Nor would you let your thoughts drift back to the night where tangled limbs and breathless whispers once filled the space.

While you both went on with your lives, acting as though nothing had happened – there was a subtle shift in the air.

Mingyu was the first to notice it.

Being one of the bulkier guards, he had been stationed at the mansion to keep an eye on things during your off days. It was a simple routine he took a liking to – he gets to have a nice conversation with less scarier missus and it was considered low stake.

That morning started out no different than the others. You passed him in the hallway, offering a soft habitual “Morning, Gyu” as you balanced a basket of laundry against your hip. He nodded in return, returning the smile and his eyes followed you until you turned a corner.

His nose twitched as he picked up the smell of something… sweet. Like the first bloom of spring in the middle of winter.

It was far too faint for it to be a heat cycle, but it still lingered in the air.

Mingyu couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. You looked the same, moved the same. But there was something different about your aura.

Wonwoo only noticed the sweetness of your pheromones once Mingyu brought it up.

He’d pause a little longer when he passed you in the hallway, fingers twitching just a little when your scent clung to the couch after sitting on it for hours. His jaw would flex when you leaned over him to grab something from the kitchen shelf.

Yet, he didn’t say anything.

Neither did you.

You hear the door open just past midnight.

Muted voices. Heavy boots.

You catch a whiff of the faint, metallic tang of blood and turn your head towards the front door.

Wonwoo was the first to enter, as always. His expression is calm, unreadable. His coat hung open, dark with flecks of something you didn’t need to guess. Jihoon followed close behind, quieter than usual. His shirt was stained too, though he’d slug his jacket over his arm to conceal most of it.

He looked… calmer. The tiredness in his eyes were evident, but he didn’t have that frenzied look he always had. There was no smirk, no offhand remarks about which body part he sliced off, where he left it or if he convinced Wonwoo to break every bone of their rivals.

You stayed curled on the far end of the couch, a soft blanket on your lap with a book in hand. “Hi, boys. Long night?” You asked, tone casual but laced with something warmer

“Hey, Missus,” Jihoon responds, brief but polite. “Kinda.. But, we got it under control.”

He disappears down the hallway without another word, tugging off his bloodied gloves. Wonwoo follows a beat later, slinging his coat over one shoulder, a faint dark red smear on his jaw. “Have you had dinner, babydoll?” His voice was oddly warm.

You nodded your head, “Gyu made some aglio olio with steak. There should be some leftovers in the fridge for you.”

Wonwoo nods in response. He continues to stand there, looking at you like he was still figuring out he’s supposed to get used to coming home to this – to you.

You look back at him, and he notices the subtle way your nose wrinkled at the scent clinging to his nose, how your fingers twitched against the cover of the book you’re holding.

“I’ll go shower,” he mumbles, voice lowering. It almost sounded like an apology in disguise.

He walks up the stairs, halting momentarily to look back at you. That scent of yours still hangs in the air – sweet, distracting. Wonwoo stands there for a few more seconds before disappearing in the halls of the house, leaving silence and a rising heat in your chest.

He reappears moments later, now in a loose shirt and pyjama pants – looking more like a sleep-deprived graduate student than a man capable of unspeakable violence. He heads towards the kitchen and you follow him, feet quiet against the hardwood floor.

The house felt too big at that moment, the silence stretching between the walls like it was listening. The Alpha doesn’t say anything, just moving with the practiced ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times – opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of chilled wine. It was like he belonged in the silence.

The overhead light pooled golden over him, catching in the soft fall of his hair, the sharp line of his jaw. The loose fabric of his shirt clung to the curve of his shoulder, just barely damp from the shower he just took, and you caught yourself staring – longer than you should have.

“You’re not gonna eat what Gyu made?” you asked, breaking the silence between you both before it could swallow you whole.

Wonwoo didn’t look back at first, popping the cork with one clean motion and pouring himself a glass with a kind of ease that spoke about how often he did this – like he was numbing or avoiding something.

“It’s cold now,” he answers, voice quiet but not dismissive. The wine filled his glass with a smooth swirl of deep red.

Then, without a word, he reached for another glass.

Not for wine.

He filled it with water from the chilled filter on the fridge, the sound soft and steady in the stillness of the kitchen. He sets it down on the counter near you and you blinked. There was no eye contact nor explanation, but the gesture settled somewhere deep in your chest.

You take a step closer, fingers brushing against the cool glass as you pick it up. “Thanks..” You take a sip and set it back down, leaning against the counter with your arms folded loosely. “But, just because the food is cold means it’s bad.”

“I’m not hungry.”

You watch him bring the glass to his lips, taking a slow sip before setting it down with a soft clink. His gaze lingered on the dark liquid, as though he was contemplating something.

“You didn’t even look at the plate,” your voice wasn’t accusatory, it was just gentle – just there.

Wonwoo lets out a breath, not exactly a sigh. “Didn’t need to.”

The silence that followed felt different – it felt tighter.

Then, without thinking, you moved a little closer. Just enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. Just enough for your voice to come out quieter when you asked, “Do you ever let yourself take a break, Nonu?”

Wonwoo’s jaw tensed. He doesn’t look at you when he answers, “I take a break when I sleep.”

“You barely sleep…”

You see a flicker in his eyes – you touched something.

He knew it.

You knew it.

But he didn’t run from it, at least not this time.

“Then I guess I don’t stop,” his reply was low, maybe a little bit more honest than he meant it to be.

You stood there for a beat, the glass cool in your hands – the silence wrapping around you both like a blanket that was too heavy to shake off. Your eyes dropped to the way his fingers held the wine glass, knuckles still faintly pale from tension. The condensation on your own glass trickles down your fingers, as though it was trying to ground you in the moment.

“Are you hurt anywhere, Nonu?” The question came out softer than you meant it to be – it sounded warm and it lingered in the air. You didn’t look at him directly, just watching the condensation slide down the side of his glass.

“No.”

It was clipped. Cold. Dismissive.

The kind of answer that was meant to end the conversation before it could even start. You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. Of course – you weren’t supposed to ask. You weren’t supposed to care – not like that. Not out loud.

He didn’t move at first. Just standing there, knuckles pale against the glass as his eyes locked on some distant point past the kitchen tiles. The silence stretched, heavy and humming, until he sniffs your sweetness in the air again. The sweet scent relaxed his posture, his shoulders dropping just a little and his grip around the glass loosened.

You watched him carefully, heart thudding in your chest and your voice caught before you even knew you were going to speak again.

“Can… Can I sleep with you tonight, Nonu?”

The words hang in the air, delicate and trembling.

It was too soft to take back. Too honest to ignore.

His fingers stilled around the glass, the sound of the fridge humming filled the silence that followed. You hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it had. Your heart thudded in your chest, loud enough to drown out the quiet.

Wonwoo stares at you, his expression unreadable. His eyes seemed darker tonight, shadowed by something you couldn’t quite place a finger on. He looked tired – not just physically-bone-deep tired, but it was like the world had taken a little more from him than he was willing to admit. Whatever he and Jihoon did out there, it still clung to him like smoke.

“Trouble sleeping lately, babydoll?” His voice was surprisingly soft, low and quiet like he didn’t want to wake the others in the house.

You nodded, looking at the glass in your hand. “The air’s been… weird lately. A-And, it’s hard to sleep without you lately.” Your fingers tightened slightly around the glass, voice barely above a whisper – shaky and raw, “I-I don’t know why but it is… Especially when you’re gone.”

He was still staring, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up – not when you knew his expression is all it takes to undo you.

Another beat of silence.

One second.

Two.

Then, you hear a quiet breath escape him. His glass clinks on the counter as he sets his drink down.

His voice was soft, “Come on, babydoll.”

His response caught you off guard. When you looked up, he was already turning away, walking toward his room – but his pace was slower than usual. As though he was waiting for you to catch up to him.

Your heart flutters, warmth flooding your chest even as your legs carry you forward. Wonwoo doesn’t say anything when you slipped into his room behind him, the bed dipping under your weight. The mattress sighs softly when you settle in beside him – it wasn’t the first time you shared a bed, but it was the first time you asked to.

You lay on your side, back facing him as you clutched the edge of the blanket like it was the only thing anchoring you. Wonwoo doesn’t move for a while, but you could hear his breathing – steady, though it was a little too measured to be natural. Awake. Thinking.

Maybe regretting this decision.

Your throat tightens, tears brimming in your eyes as you start to overthink.

But then, quietly, just barely there, you feel the blanket shift. The mattress dips again, and your back feels warmer as his body inches close. It doesn’t touch, though it was there.

There was a beat of silence, the tension in the air so thick that you could feel it pressing against your skin.

Then, slowly his arm slips around your waist. It was slow enough to almost break you. Your breath hitches, but you don’t stop him. You don’t move, letting yourself sink into him. His hand rests lightly on your stomach, not in a possessive manner; just there, offering you a grounding presence.

“I don’t sleep well because I worry of the danger you’re in by being my mate,” he murmurs, voice almost buried against the back of your neck. “Not when I come back from that kind of work. Not unless I know you’re safe.”

You close your eyes, something in your chest tightens at the vulnerability in his voice, a kind of raw honesty he rarely ever let slip.

“I am safe, Nonu,” you whispered, “With you.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the way his arms wrapped themselves around your waist, the way his forehead lightly brushes against your shoulder… It was enough.

You didn’t say another word. You didn’t need to.

Sleep came slowly that night, but this time – when it did, it came easier.

And for the first time in what felt like weeks, neither of you woke up alone.

Wonwoo stayed late at the office one night. The quiet hum of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows did little to distract him from the glow of his screen or the dull ache that was beginning to form behind his eyes.

Numbers blurred, reports repeated themselves – he was going through the motions, more out of habit than necessity.

His phone buzzed. His mother.

“Mother?”

“Wonwoo,” her voice was soft, but there was a certain sharp edge to it. “You’re working late again?”

“I am,” he said flatly, not annoyed – just a little confused as to why his mother was calling him.

“Go home, Wonwoo. Be with your mate. She needs you.”

The words stung more than it should have.

“She has Mingyu and Chan looking after her–”

“She doesn’t need them, Wonwoo.” Her voice firmer, “She needs you. Her Alpha.”

“What’s this about, Mother?”

“It’s hard for me to explain this over the phone, Wonwoo. Just… Just go home and be with ___, okay?”

The line disconnects before he could respond. Staring at his phone, his thumb hovers over the redial button, demanding answers.

He never got the chance.

His phone rang again – this time, Mingyu’s name flashes across the screen.

It was never a good sign when his men called him.

He picks it up on the first ring. “What?”

“Boss– Wonwoo– fuck,” Mingyu’s voice was shaking, breathless. “Where are you? Missus is gone. The door was busted in, Chan’s unconscious near the stairs and– fuck– there’s blood.”

The words don’t register at first.

“She’s gone.”

Wonwoo froze in his seat, phone pressed to his ear – Mingyu and Seungcheol shouting on the other end. Something about getting Chan medical help for a GSW to his abdomen. The office lights hummed quietly and everything around him felt… wrong. Too still. Too normal.

It was so… eerie.

Blood. Mingyu said there was blood.

“How messy is the place? How’s Chan?”

He finally stands up from the desk, papers fluttering off his desk, forgotten. His grip tightens around the phone until his knuckles whitened.

“It’s bad, Boss. This place is trashed, fuck.” Shuffling can be heard before Mingyu speaks up again, “Chan said she fought. Oh fuck, one of the guy’s face is clawed off.”

“Gyu!” Seungcheol’s voice rings through the background, “We got a survivor! Tell Wonwoo to come back quickly!”

Mingyu didn’t need to relay the message, already hearing Wonwoo starting up his car.

The Alpha’s jaw clenched so tightly that it started to ache. A sound clawed its way up his throat, something raw and ragged. But, he swallowed it down. “How long ago?”

“About an hour. Maybe less. Cheol and I went out to get some groceries and when we got back, we found the place like this.”

“Chan and Vernon?”

“Chan’s wound up pretty bad, but he’ll be okay. Vernon’s helping Cheol prepare the bastard that survived.”

Wonwoo exhales through his nose. He feels sick. His body wants to move, to run, to destroy something – but his mind was spiraling, trapped in the memory of your last interaction. Cold, casual and detached. Like you were just a roommate. Like he hadn’t felt the way you cling to him during that heat. Like he hadn’t felt you snuggle up close to him when you both fell asleep in the same bed weeks after.

He should’ve listened to his mother.

He should’ve come home.

“Make sure that bastard lives until I get there,” he ordered Mingyu, voice now low and lethal. “Tell Jihoon to get his switchblade ready.”

He ended the call and drove through the streets. The engine roars to life like it felt his fury, the sound tearing through the night as he shot out of the compound. Tires screamed against the pavement, and the city blurred past him – buildings, lights, the occasional flash of red as he burned through the intersections without hesitation.

You were his.

And someone had taken you.

He was going to make sure he’d put an end to those bastards.

Your head pounded.

The room swayed as you blinked awake, wrists bound behind your back and there was a coppery tang in your mouth. A single overhead light buzzed above you, like a spotlight focusing on the main lead, and the rest of the space was swallowed in the shadows.

Concrete walls. Damp floor. Industrial. Underground? Maybe.

You shifted, testing the restraints. You could move, but it’d take some effort to break free from them. Then you hear it.

Footsteps.

You stilled, keeping your head low as several men stepped into the room. You didn’t recognise their scents. They weren’t of anyone familiar to you. They weren’t Wonwoo.

One of them circled you, stopping somewhere behind you. “She’s smaller than I thought…”

“Yeah, but she’s feisty,” came another, his voice sharper. “Don’t let her face or size fool you. Bitch fucking bit me when we took her in. Had to knock her out to make things easier.”

One knelt in front of you, just out of kicking distance but you held back. “You’re awake.”

“Such amazing observation skills,” you snorted, blinking the haze from your vision. “What gave it away? My eyes being open or the fact that I’m glaring back at you?”

It was a shame they didn’t laugh.

“If you’re smart and behave, maybe we’ll go easy on you.”

You scoff, “Please, if you were smart, you’d know you made a grave mistake the moment you busted my front door in.”

The figure leans in slightly, expecting fear but all you offered was a tilt your head. “So, what’s the plan? Some kind of ransom? Revenge?”

The masked man tilts his head, brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re not exactly acting like a scared little Omega.”

“Yeah, funny thing about that – I bark and bite. If you assholes think you can–”

Smack.

A sharp slap landed across your cheek as you were mid-sentence. The sting flared, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you take a deep breath and straighten your posture, licking the copper from the corner of your mouth. “Oh, my bad…” your voice was low, “But you really should’ve known better than to think I’d be the damsel in distress type.”

There were at least three of them when they returned after leaving you alone for hours. They still wore those black face masks, as if that was supposed to scare you.

One carried a metal case and the other cracked his knuckles, another move that was meant to scare you. But what was scaring you the most was how terrible their intimidation tactics were. You sat upright the best you could, back straight against the wooden chair, chin lifted like you hadn’t been bound for hours. Like you weren’t aching in places you hadn’t known could ache.

They didn’t speak at first, only opening up the case. Silver tools gleamed under the low light.

You arched a brow. “Wow. Dontcha think that’s a little dramatic? What happened to just asking nicely?”

One stepped forward and backhanded you, hard. Your head snapped to the side, cheek screaming from the impact, but you refused to give them the satisfaction of crying out in pain.

“Tell us everything you know about the Jeon clan,” demanded the man that opened the metal case. “Security. Other bases. Codes, if you know any.”

You spit at his face.

They didn’t like that.

The first hit was to your stomach – brutal and deep, knocking the breath from your lungs. Then another to your ribs, then your face again. You lost count after five, maybe six.

Still, you didn’t scream.

“Damn, this bitch can take hits.”

Pain blurred the edges of your vision, but you clung to consciousness with everything you had. You thought of Wonwoo. Of how he looked at you when you didn’t think you were watching. Of how he subtly showed his affection thinking you wouldn’t notice.

You thought about how furious he’d be if he were to see you in the state you were in. Wonwoo’s mother had previously mentioned their stand on crimes against women, how if their own had even a strand of hair plucked, the perpetrators would face dire consequences.

When they paused, panting like they’d been doing real work, one leaned in and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging on it hard. “Last chance. Talk.”

The smile you gave had one of them flinching. Not because of how badly beaten up you looked, but because it bordered on the line of a psychotic smile.

“The Jeons don’t break, and neither do I. We fucking burn.”

These bastards sure as hell loved leaving you alone. Though you’d consider it to be a mistake on their end.

Your body was wrecked – ribs aching, lip split and bruises were already to form everywhere. But you were still breathing, still alive and that was enough.

You tilt your head back, blinking up at the ceiling through the haze of the pain. Blood dripped down your chin, but your hands were slick now – whether it was from blood or sweat, you couldn’t tell. You twist your wrists again, angling against the metal cuff just the way Wonwoo had shown you during one of his late-night, paranoid self-defense lessons. “If they bind you with steel, look for tension. Give it slack, then break it where it’s weakest. Everything has a weak point.”

It hurt like hell, but you kept going. The metal bites deeper into your skin before it snapped.

You stifle a gasp as the cuff breaks loose with a sharp clink. Your left wrist was bleeding freely now, but you didn’t waste a second. You made your way to the door, and to your surprise, it was unlocked. Either they didn’t you’d try, or they thought you couldn’t.

You slid out silently, stating low. You hear footsteps and muffled voices somewhere down the hall. Realising you needed a weapon, you decided to find their weapons storage. Your head spun, but you pressed forward and duck into the first door you saw.

Luck must’ve been on your side because it led you exactly where you wanted.

Guns were lined up on the tables, the overhead lighting making it seem more ominous than it already was. Your fingers shook as you picked up a semi-automatic handgun – sleek, back, loaded. Wonwoo’s voice echoed again, “Don’t ever hesitate to shoot. That gives them a room to attack. You pull the trigger the moment they come into view.”

You hear footsteps approaching and pressing your back up against the wall, breathing through your nose, waiting. You hold the gun close to your chest, and when the masked man steps inside, you don't hesitate.

Bang.

He dropped like a sack of potatoes, the sound of the shot echoes through the hallway.

There was no going back now.

Shouts echoed down the hall and you made a run for it. Turning a corner, you came face-to-face with two more men. They hadn’t expected you to be armed, by the time they noticed the gun in your hand and reached for theirs, you had already pulled the trigger.

You ran past their motionless bodies, trying to figure out where you were. The layout and interior – you knew you were in some kind of warehouse. Then you smell it – the night air, you were close to an exit.

You burst through a door, grunting in pain from the sheer force you had put on your shoulder to get the damn thing to open. Your knees almost gave out, the adrenaline making your hands shake.

You kept the gun raised, every shadow looked like another threat.

But you didn’t stop.

Not until you were safe. Not until you got back to Wonwoo.

But you weren’t able to get far.

The alley had opened into a dead-end loading yard and your heart dropped the second you saw the rusted fence, the padlocked gate.

A black van screeched to a halt behind you. You spun, gun raised – but hands grabbed you from both sides before you could even aim. You bit, clawed and kicked, but there were too many. They slammed you face first down onto the ground, a heavy knee to your back following. Your cheek scraped against the pavement and the gun slipped out of your hand.

“Hello, ___.”

You froze, your blood went cold.

Juyeon.

You turned your head enough to see him step into view. His suit was stained, fingers missing from both hands – four gone entirely with pink scars crusted where they’d once been. He flexed what was left, grimacing slightly as if the sight offended him.

Wonwoo had done that. You knew it because Jihoon had told you – how he encouraged your Alpha to cut off the fingers on his left hand so they were more… symmetrical.

“You fucking bastard,” you spat, “I’ll have them dismember you–”

His laugh cuts you off. “Still got some fight in you, I see,” he mused. “That’s what my men meant by you’re no ordinary Omega.” He crouches down, eyes glinting with a dangerous edge. “But you’re more useful to me if you shut the fuck up.”

You snarled, bucking under the weight holding you down. One of his men shoved your head back down as Juyeon took out a syringe from his suit. The liquid was thick, glowing a faint blue under the alley lights.

“You know what this is, little Omega?” he asked conversationally, “The labs call it Phase Nine. It’s new. Not on the market nor the black market.”

You went still.

“It’s a liquid heat inducer that’s designed to have your primal instincts override your rationale. It could even break bonded cycles.”

You thrashed, “Don’t you fucking touch me with that! I swear I’ll–”

“Hold her,” Juyeon ordered.

“No!” You kicked wildly, but the hands clamped down harder.

“I said hold her!”

You screamed when he jabbed the needle into your neck and depressed the plunger.

A cold, burning sensation spreads through your veins like ice catching on fire. Your limbs trembled violently and your lungs burned with every breath you take. You heard Juyeon chuckle as darkness begins to swallow your vision.

“Take a little nap,” he whispers, “And when you wake up, your body won’t resist anymore.”

You wake  to the sound of voices – low, mocking laughter. Your head throbbed, and your body felt… wrong. It felt as though weights were chained to your body and your head felt fuzzy. The heat inducers were still coursing through your veins, but you fought the haze, clinging to the remaining sharpness you had in the chaos of your mind.

You feel the fire burn from inside out, every nerve in your body screaming for release.

The door to the room opened and Juyeon stepped in, his fingers twitching where they were still missing. He wore that sharp, predatory grin on his face and how you wished you could slap it right off of his face. His presence was suffocating and the pheromones he was releasing stank up the room so bad you wanted to throw up.

You gritted your teeth and pushed yourself up from the cool, concrete floor. Your limbs felt like lead, but you couldn’t let him get close.

Only Wonwoo could touch you.

Not this disgusting bastard.

He notices the faint fight in your eyes and pauses, a cruel smile crept onto his face as he observes your struggle. “Shit, you are a tough one to break. Lucky for me I got more of those inducers to break you.”

He takes another step forward and your body tensed. “C’mere, Omega,” Juyeon coaxes, his voice so syrupy that it twists your stomach the wrong way. “Let me help you with that heat of yours, yeah? I’ve got something far better than the inducer you’re desperately fighting. Something real.”

You growl, throwing your body into him. Your actions startled him – he hadn’t expected you to fight, not with the drugs clouding your senses. But you didn’t need to be at your best. You needed to make him understand that you were more than just an Omega.

You got a punch in, a brutal hook to his jaw and knocking him back. Juyeon staggered, but he didn’t fall. His men moved, one lunging towards you; but you managed to catch his wrist, twisting it behind his back with a vicious snap, making him grunt in pain.

Another went for your throat, but you kicked up, shoes hitting him in the stomach that had him doubling over, gasping for air. It’s a shame you weren’t wearing your heels, would’ve left a mark on the bastard.

You moved again, a blur of motion and rage. You weren’t thinking nor did you care, you only had one goal – to survive.

Another man reached for your arm. You spun, elbowing him in the face then slamming your knee into his ribs. He staggers, gasping for breath. You were covered in sweat, heart pounding as your body rebels against the inducers.

One of Juyeon’s man was quick enough to grab you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides. “That’s enough,” Juyeon sneers, wiping the blood from his mouth. He grabs another syringe from the table, the liquid inside glowing a sickly blue. “You want to fucking fight? Fine. Let’s see how long you’ll last.”

You hissed, struggling against the man holding you, but the inducers were still tearing through you. The heat was unbearable, your vision swimming in and out of focus. You were starting to lose control.

“Fight all you want, sweetheart,” his voice was mocking as he approached with the needle. “But you’ll break eventually.”

Your hands were still unrestrained, and in that final moment of desperation, you grabbed an old pipe that lay on the ground. You swung it with all your might, hitting the nearest man across the skull. He collapsed with a sickening thud, and you barely had time to register the victory before Juyeon was on you again.

Your body was trembling, soaked in sweat as blood was smeared across your face and hands. The pipe clattered to the floor beside you, slick with someone else’s blood. Juyeon stood across from you, staggering as his face twists into something monstrous. The second that syringe slipped from his grasp during your scuffle, it shattered across the cement.

“You little bitch,” he spat, pulling out a switchblade from his pockets. “You think you’ve won?”

You didn’t answer, hands scrambling for the gun from one of his men on the floor. Your hands shook, but you raised the weapon anyway. Just like Wonwoo taught you.

Never hesitate when it comes to your life.

Juyeon takes a step forward and you pull the trigger.

Bang.

The scream that tore out of his throat was inhuman.

He dropped to his knees, clutching his crotch as the front of his pants soaked red. He writhed, gasping and cursing through clenched teeth. It wasn’t a clean shot, but you didn't want it to be.

Your hands were still trembling as you kept the gun trained on him. “Never… Never underestimate an Omega. Especially me.”

The door slammed open behind you. Boots thundered in, guns drawn and you hear voices yelling commands.

You didn’t turn. You didn’t have to.

You already know who it was.

“Clear the room!” Seungcheol’s voice echoed like thunder. “Get the Missus to safety and lock up any survivors!”

Vernon was quick to reach you, kneeling beside you as his hands tried to gently guide the gun down. “Hey, Missus…” he said quietly, “You’re okay now. We’ve got you.”

But you couldn’t bring yourself to lower the gun. It was as though you feared that if you did, Juyeon would get up.

Then you smelled him.

Wonwoo appears through the smoke of bodies, his eyes immediately locking on yours. The sight of you, his mate – bloodied, shaking and bruised – had him on his knees by your side in the blink of an eye. Sure, you were alive; but you were hurt.

He doesn’t say a word, only pulling you into his arms and holding you like you were the last thing in the world that mattered. You didn’t even realise how cold you were until Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you.

His warmth crashed into you like a wave, and what very little strength you had left was gone as your body collapsed into his. You could feel the way his body shuddered as he held you, his breath ragged against your hair, like he hadn’t been breathing until that moment. His hand held the back of your head, fingers tangling in your messy hair like if he let go – you’d disappear.

“I’ve got you, babydoll,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I’ve got you now.”

You dropped the gun.

And finally, your body let go.

Wonwoo carefully knocks on the door, a way to announce his presence before sliding it open. His eyes meet yours and his shoulders slump when you give him a small smile. “Hey…” was all you managed to say before his giant stature envelops you in a tight embrace. The Alpha nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a quiet whine leaving his lips as he takes in your scent. It’s grounding, calming – proof that you’re here, safe, and his.

You melt into his warm embrace, your hands instinctively finding their way to his broad back. His tense muscles slowly relax under your touch, his soft whines turning into soft hums of contentment.

“I… I was so scared,” Wonwoo admits, “Scared I couldn’t find you, couldn’t reach you in time… I –”

“Nonu,” you call out softly, one hand moving up to comb through his dark locks, “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He nods and pulls away, the crease in his brow not fully gone. “Yeah, but… I can’t help to think of the worst case scenario of what could’ve happened had we gotten there any later… ___, the doctors said you were practically battered. There’s even still traces of that heat inducer in your blood.”

You shudder at the memory of having the liquid injected into you, Wonwoo tightening his hold on you. “They didn’t touch you did they?”

“Well, it depends on what you mean by touch..?” It was more of a question than a statement, “They didn’t put their dicks in me if that’s what you’re wondering. I was drugged up and a little woozy, but I managed to fight them off until you guys showed up.”

“So, they did touch you,” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your template. “I’ll deal with those bastards once I head back.”

He cups your face in his large hands, his eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory. “How are you feeling, babydoll? Feeling any better?”

You manage a faint smile at Wonwoo’s concern, your fingers brushing gently over the back of his hand where it cradles your cheek. “I’m feeling better,” you murmur, though the ache behind your ribs and the lingering exhaustion paints a different story. “Just… Just need to pee real quick…”

Wonwoo looks hesitant, but he nods, reluctantly removing his hand from your face.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and push yourself up, determined to manage the short walk to the bathroom without assistance. But the moment you stand, a sudden jolt of pain rips through your lower abdomen. You let out a strangled gasp that makes Wonwoo instantly alert. Your knees give out before you can even call out to him.

You clutch your stomach as your body crumples to the cold tile floor.

“___!” Wonwoo is quick to drop to his knees beside you, arms wrapping around you before you hit the ground. “Babydoll, hey, what’s the matter?”

“It hurts,” you wheezed, eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pain twists through you. “Nonu, it… My stomach hurts.”

He feels his heart shatter at the sight of you writhing in pain, his arms tightening around your waist as he gently tries to ease you onto his lap. “Fuck, okay. I’m calling the nurse–”

“No, don’t go,” your breath was shallow, hand clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly. “Stay. Please.”

“Shit, shit… I’m here, babydoll. I’m not leaving.” Wonwoo’s voice is firm but trembling, his free hand fumbling for the call above him. He presses it repeatedly, urgency written all over his face. “Nurses! Doctors! We need help in here!”

He cradles you closer, rocking you slightly as if trying to soothe you through the pain. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmurs over and over, lips brushing against your forehead. “I’ve got you, babydoll.”

Moments later, the door bursts open and nurses rush in. Wonwoo doesn’t let you go, not until they gently urge him aside to check your vitals and prepare to move you. Even then, his hand never leaves yours.

And when they wheel you away for tests, his gaze follows you – haunted and fierce – already blaming himself for letting you get off the bed in the first place.

“I’m terribly sorry, Mrs Jeon… It seems you had a miscarriage.”

The words hung in the air. The silence that followed felt suffocating, like a weight pressing down on your chest. Wonwoo’s and your mother wrapped their arms around you in an instant, offering you comfort; but everything felt so… distant. Their voices were muffled and the doctor’s face was blurred as the word ‘miscarriage’ echoed in your mind.

Your hands instinctively moved to your stomach, as though you were trying to hold onto something that was no longer within reach.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo’s tense body stood behind you as if he were a statue that’s freshly carved from stone. His emotions were frozen in place and his silence was louder than anything else in the room.

Suddenly, the pieces began to fit in place.

Why his mother kept nagging him to return home instead of doing overtime in the office.

Why his father kept urging him to look into a bigger home.

Why his mother and mother-in-law kept visiting you while he was away.

Hell, that even explained why Jihoon was more tame.

You were pregnant.

Pregnant with his child.

Your mom and Wonwoo’s mother tried to comfort you with soft reassurances murmured in your ear, but they couldn’t pierce through the thick glass that’s been erected around you. Your mom’s hand stroked your hair, a gesture that was meant to soothe you. But it only reminded you of the ache, of a loss so sudden that it felt as though a piece of you had been ripped away.

Wonwoo’s shaky voice brought you back to reality, “How… How could this have happened? W-When– How long has she been pregnant? She wasn’t displaying any symptoms or even showing!”

The doctor shifts, looking at the clipboard in his hand. “Mrs Jeon was around… seven weeks into the pregnancy. It’s not uncommon for the symptoms to be minimal, especially in the early stages. We suspect that what Mrs Jeon had experienced was a cryptic pregnancy, where the pregnancy goes undetected or unnoticed.”

You feel the Alpha shift his gaze from the doctor to you. “Seven weeks…” His voice was laced with confusion and guilt as he tries to recount every moment he’s spent with you, searching for signs he might have overlooked. He runs a hand down his face, resting it over his mouth as he mutters, “Fuck… No wonder your scent was sweeter…”

“As for what could’ve caused her miscarriage… We can only assume that it was due to the recent… uneventful incident that the Missus has experienced. The emotional, mental and physical distress coupled with the absence of an Alpha must’ve increased her stress levels to a point where it significantly affected her well-being.”

The doctor lowers his head in condolences and exits the room. Both yours and Wonwoo’s parents left soon after, deciding to give you both some privacy.

“Nonu…” you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your broken voice seemed to crack something within him and his rigid frame finally moved. Wonwoo sinks down to his knees in front of you, his hands hesitantly reaching for yours. He held them gently, and despite his warm touch, you could feel the tremble in them.

“Babydoll…” You finally forced yourself to look at him, and the sight added another weight to your already heavy heart. His jaw was clenched as his lips were parted slightly, his lips trembling slightly while his eyes glistened with unshed tears. He’s quick to cup your face when you sniffle out his name again, wiping away the tears that began to spill from your eyes.

“No, no, no…” he murmurs, wiping away your tears. “Don’t cry, babydoll… This isn’t your fault, yeah?”

His tender words only made the tears fall harder. The pain in your chest was unbearable, and the sound of his voice made it harder for you to hold yourself together. You shook your head, “N-No… Nonu, it was my fault. I-I should’ve been more alert or at least aware as to why I was –”

“Hey, hey…” He interrupts gently, “Don’t do this, babydoll, please. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You didn’t know, and even if you did, this is something out of your control.”

His thumb continues to stroke your cheeks, wiping away the endless tears that streamed down. “B-But… I-I should’ve.. hic… told you that I wasn’t feeling… hic… like myself.. M-Maybe i-if you’d known, you could’ve –”

Wonwoo presses a gentle kiss to your lips, leaning his forehead against yours once he pulls away. “Babydoll, please, don’t blame yourself… I… I should’ve been a better husband… I shouldn’t have just left you all alone again after your heat. I shouldn’t have kept my distance from you thinking it’d be a good decision… I should’ve been paying more attention to you, been home with you..”

His confession made your heart ache further. You reached up, your hands trembling as they covered his. “No, Nonu… Please, don’t say that… You've been the perfect husband and –”

“Babydoll, I wasn’t there to realise something was up. Our parents knew it before we did and –”

“We could… We could try again, right..?” Your voice was shaky, filled with uncertainty and carried a weight as though speaking it out loud could shatter what little hope you were clinging to. Wonwoo’s breath hitches, his eyes carrying the same raw, aching vulnerability you felt.

“Oh, babydoll…” he whispers, his lips trembling as he pecks your lips, “Of course we can. We can try as many times as we want, but that’s for when you’re ready – when we’re ready. Right now… Let’s… I… Let me make sure you’re okay.”

You nodded, hands moving from covering his to clutch the fabric of his shirt; as if holding onto him would stop the pieces of your heart from falling apart any further. “We’ll try again,” you echoed, voice trembling but filled with a quiet determination. “When we’re ready.”

Wonwoo hums, tilting his head to the side so he could capture your lips in a tender kiss. His lips moved against yours gently. It was soft, unhurried, and full of unspoken promises. When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours once again, and his hands move to cradle your face, thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks.

Snow muffled the world outside the cabin, layering the landscape in a blanket of silence and softness. The fire crackled lowly, casting shadows on the wooden walls and painting flickers of gold across the thick blanket tangled around your legs.

It’s only been days since you left the hospital, body still aching quietly – your ribs would hurt just a little when you breathed in too deeply, you could even feel the stiffness in your limbs when you moved too fast. But here, tucked away in the mountains with no one but Wonwoo, the pressure to be okay all the time faded just like the hush of falling snow.

Wonwoo sits beside you on the edge of the bed, his presence warm and steady. He’d just come back from gathering more firewood, snow melting in his hair and a few flakes clinging stubbornly to his coat. You watched him shrug it off, mouth watering at the way his muscles ripple under the thick sweater as he crossed the room to tend to the fire.

God, he looks so good you just wanna pounce on him.

He returns to the bed, slipping under the covers with you like he belongs there – like he’d always been there. One of his arms snakes around your waist, drawing you against his side with practiced ease, careful to not press too hard against you.

He smells like warm cedar, a touch of pine, and that deep, grounding Alpha musk that seeps into your senses like a balm. He exhaled softly, rubbing slow circles into your hip with his thumb.

“Is it too cold?”

You shake your head, almost purring into him. “Not with you here.”

Wonwoo’s expression softens, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good. I was worried it’d be… well, something you wouldn’t like. The snow, the isolation…”

“You picked it for a reason,” you whispered back, nuzzling into his chest. “It’s quiet up here. I like that.”

He held you closer, his heart beating steadily beneath your cheek. “I needed us somewhere no one could reach. Just for a little while.”

“Because I’m still healing?” Your voice was smaller than you meant for it to be.

“No.” His answer was immediate. “Because I need time with you. Alone. Not shared. Not interrupted. Just… us.”

You hum, closing your eyes and letting yourself be embraced by the most fearsome man of the city. In this moment, where the world was blanketed in snow, where nothing existed but the steady beat of Wonwoo’s heart and the feel of his body against yours, you were safe.

“Nonu?” 

Wonwoo looks down, still curling against his side beneath the blanket, hand pausing on your waist. “Yeah, babydoll?”

You hesitated, feeling your pulse thudding against your ribs. You feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the subtle way his scent thickened the longer you laid together in the quiet cabin. Maybe it was the isolation, or the cold outside – or maybe it’s just him.

The sense of safety he gives.

You swallowed, “What… What do you think about knotting me?”

Wonwoo stills, his hand splaying wider on your waist as a means to ground you in place, as though you’d float off if he didn’t. He leans down slowly, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Are you asking me if I thought about it?” his voice is now laced with some darker, thicker. “Or if I want to?”

Your face burned, and you tried to look away, but his hand caught your chin, gently coaxing you to meet his eyes. His gaze flickers down to your lips, then lower, and back. “You know I’ve thought about it, babydoll. Especially that time during your heat, but I had to stop because we were still getting used to each other.”

“What about now?”

His voice drops, “You’re still healing. Not now, okay?”

You let out a shaky breath, “I feel okay, Nonu. Better. And… I want it. I want you”

His hand tightened slightly at your hip, not enough to hurt, but just enough to let you feel the echo of what he was holding back.

“You sure, babydoll?” he asks quietly, “Because once I do that, there’s no going back to pretending I don’t need you. I’m going to be all over you, y’know?”

You reach for your Alpha, fingers curling into his sweater, voice barely steady. “Then let it.”

For a moment, Wonwoo just stares at you. And then the alpha in him stirred – quiet and hungry – as he shifts to hover above you, mouth grazing yours. “My feisty Omega can’t help but to be all soft for me now, hmm?” his voice was rough with barely checked restraint and it was enough to have you dripping. His breath ghosts over your lips, his nose brushing yours as his eyes darken. “Always biting back, but the second I touch you like this…”

His hand slides down your thigh, his touch possessive and curls it under your knee, spreading you open just a little more before pulling down the pyjama pants you were wearing.

“...you melt.”

Your breath catches, fingers curling into his sweater as heat coils low in your belly. Wonwoo wasn’t just teasing, he was marveling.

“Oh, babydoll,” he continues, enjoying the way your thighs tremble when his cold fingers trail up the skin of your bare thighs. “I’m going to bury myself in you and let my knot swell so deep that you’ll forget where I end and where you begin.”

“You’ll take good care of me, right, Alpha?”

Wonwoo groans softly, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ll take good care of you, my sweet Omega.”

He kisses you slowly, soft at first – the deeper, hungrier, like the dam had cracked and he could finally taste what he’d been starving for. His palms slid down your sides, memorising every curve, every shiver. He doesn't rush, deciding to not strip you out of the sweater you were wearing to keep you warm.

Pulling away just enough, Wonwoo slides off his glasses and settles them aside on the nightstand. His eyes, dark and intense, were focused entirely on you. The familiar weight of his gaze sent a shiver up your spine. It was as though without the barrier of his glasses, he could see straight through you.

“You’re so beautiful, babydoll,” he murmured, breath brushing against your lips before he kissed you again, deeper, like he couldn’t stop himself. He groaned against your mouth, the soft drag of his lips against yours. His fingers traced the line of your jaw., down your neck and over the curves of your body, like he was committing the shape of your body to memory.

You let out a shaky whimper, hands trembling as you reached for him, tugging him closer. His entire being invades your senses, filling the space between your bodies as his kiss grew more intense, more desperate. You can’t help but respond to his hunger with your own, pulling him closer against your body.

You barely registered the way Wonwoo moved, only the warmth of his body that left yours for a moment. You hear the quiet click of the drawer opening beside the bed. Your voice wavered between surprise and something breathless, eyes widening just a little as your Alpha pulls out a slee black toy from it. It gleamed in the firelight, deceptively elegant. It wasn’t flashy, obviously neither you nor Wonwoo liked flashy. It was plain black, smooth, curved, and obviously meant for one purpose.

"You brought a vibrator on our honeymoon?"

Wonwoo shrugged, “More like Jihoon and Mingyu told me to. They’re… invasive to say the least.”

“How did they even know we’d be doing this?”

Wonwoo gives you a dry, amused look, like you’d just asked why the sun rises. “They’re nosy and overconfident. Honestly, since that night of your heat and when you’d ask to sleep with me, Mingyu said he can smell some kind of budding romance.”

You stared back, “That’s… That’s not a real thing, right?”

He shrugs again, “God knows. Jihoon just enables him. I have a feeling they packed it themselves when I wasn’t looking.”

A pause.

“You don’t check your luggages?”

“They probably hid it under my clothes.”

You snort, “I’m surprised it even made pass customs.”

Wonwoo chuckles, “Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing they’ve smuggled through airport security.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Do I even want to know?”

He tilts his head like he’s genuinely considering it. “Probably not.”

You stare at the vibrator in his hand, “So… What use is this to us and did you at least sanitise it?”

Wonwoo sits back on his heels, the firelight casting him in gold and shadow as he pushes the sleeves of his sweater up to his forearms. “Of course I sanitised it, babydoll. As for what use, I’m sure you have that figured out.”

You let him part your legs slowly, his eyes instantly dropping to your wet cunt. He caresses your thighs, coaxing them wider and when his scent changed, thickening with quiet arousal, your body responded like it knew what was coming.

“I’d consider my knot to be big,” he said, voice low and even. “It’s gonna take more than just my fingers to open you up.”

He doesn’t wait for a response. He eases two fingers into your cunt, tongue darting out to wet his lips when your breath gets stuck somewhere between your ribs and your throat. The drag of his knuckles felt cruel, like he wanted you to know exactly how he’d take you apart.

When he pushes in a third finger, you whimper. The stretch burns at first, before it fades into a more consuming ache. Your hips buck instinctively, his hand on your waist kept you pinned down like you were nothing more than a body to be used.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, shifting closer so his lips brushes against your jaw, “You keep clenching like that and I’m going to think you like being stretched out like this.”

His fingers curled again, and you choked on a cry.

“Atta girl,” he praised, smiling against your skin.

The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, arousal, and something more dangerous. You were trembling underneath him, not just from pleasure but from the oppressive weight of his presence, the way he looked at you like you’re something fragile yet can’t help but want to break you at the same time.

Every curl of Wonwoo’s fingers leaves you breathless, the coil in your lower belly growing tighter. “You’re dripping, babydoll,” he says flatly, drawing his hand back just enough to spread your wet folds with two of his fingers before plunging them back inside. “You’re making a mess and I barely touched you.”

With one final curl of his fingers, your back arches involuntarily as his fingertips press hard against your g-spot over and over. “C’mon, babydoll,” he murmurs, voice filled with arousal. “Cum for me.”

Your body obeys, a loud cry of his name tearing through your throat as your body seizes, pussy walls fluttering around his fingers. Your nails dig into his arm, thighs trembling around his wrist, and all you can do is ride it out as he coaxes every last tremble from your body. He doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, breathing hard, and sweat sticking to your skin.

Only then does he ease them out, slowly. He lifts his slick covered fingers to his lips, tongue flicking out to taste you as he keeps his eyes on your ruined expression with a dark glint.

“You taste sweeter than I thought,” he mumbles. Leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss on your lips before spreading your thighs again. “Gimme one more and I’ll knot you, yeah?”

He turns on the vibrator, the black toy humming to life. You watch with wide eyes as he brings the toy to your slick, pulsing entrance. The moment the curved tip presses inside you, your hips jerked. It zeroed in on that spongy spot deep inside you, making your vision blur and your thighs tremble.

One hand keeps your hips still while the other begins to move the toy inside you. Your breath stutters, back arching as the toy presses up and in, vibrating relentlessly against your gspot. Your legs twitch, thighs trembling as you try to squirm away from the intense pleasure, but Wonwoo won’t let you.

He keeps you in place, spread open while he grinds the toy mercilessly against your gspot, your pulsing walls clenching and unclenching around it rhythmically. Slick, wet sounds fill the room, echoing between your moans and the relentless hum of the vibrator. Your knuckles turned white as your hands clutch the sheets, the coil in your lower belly tightening up again.

“Nonu!”

“Gonna cum again?” he asks, voice low and taunting. He pushes the toy deeper and your vision goes black around the edges. A broken sob claws its way out of your throat as the pressure becomes unbearable. “C’mon, babydoll. Show me how greedy this pussy is. I want you soaked for my knot. Wanna feel you gush all over me.”

He twists the vibrator just right, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit and your body convulses around the toy. A loud cry rips from your throat, sharp and raw as your pussy squirts, hips arching off the bed – drenching his wrists, the toy and the sheets beneath you.

Wonwoo groans, eyes dark as they lock on the way your body submits to him so beautifully. “Fuck, babydoll” he breathes, tossing the wet vibrator aside. “You’re ready to take me now. Gonna stretch you around my knot just how you’re meant to.”

He doesn’t even bother to wipe his hand, sliding them under your thighs and guiding them around his waist, lowering himself over you. You can feel the heat of his cock, flushed and heavy, grinding his length against your slick folds. “Gonna knot you so good, babydoll. Fill you so full that everyone who smells you knows you’re taken.”

You lick your lips at the weight of his knot that’s already swelling at the base. You lock your legs around his waist, heels digging into the curve of his back pulling him closer.

That was all the permission he needed.

Wonwoo lines himself up, holding back a growl as the blunt head of his cock bumps against your clit. His jaw clenches, holding back a guttural growl as he pushes in, inch by inch. Your eyes flutter shut as he stretches you, your slick walls sucking him in greedily.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits out, kissing your jaw. “So fucking wet. Pussy feels so warm that I could die happy right now.”

You whimper, back arching as he bottoms out, his knot pressing against your entrance. He rolls his hips experimentally, letting you feel every vein of his cock, the way his cock drags against your soaked, swollen walls.

His head dips to press his mouth against the curve of your jaw, your throat. “Taking me so well. Fuck, you feel so good.”

His hands tighten on your thighs, pushing them up so your knees are pressed against your chest, angling your hips just right so he can sink even deeper. His leaking cockhead bullies your sweet spot, making you cry out with each thrust.

“Feel how deep I am, babydoll?” He slides a hand between your bodies, pressing down on your lower belly. You moan at the pressure, nails scratching down his clothed back and Wonwoo starts to roughly thrust into your sloppy cunt. The drag of his cock against your walls sends aftershocks through your twitching body.

Wonwoo groans loudly, biting down on your shoulder – not hard enough to break the skin nor the sweater you wore, but enough to have your wet walls squeeze around him. “Shit, babydoll. Your pussy tightens up when I bite you. You like that, huh? Like it when I mark you up?”

You can’t answer. You’re shaking and gasping, all thoughts wiped out by the way his leaking cockhead grinds into your cervix with every thrust, body starting to bounce from the sheer force.

He presses down on your belly again, palm flat and firm. The pressure makes you clench reflexively, his eyes focus on the way your pretty cunt is stuffed snugly around his dick – entranced with the way your puffy lips coat his thick cock with your sweet cream.

“Nonu,” you whine out, feeling a jolt of electricity run up your spine when his abdomen rubs against your clit. “Please! Want your knot!”

Wonwoo growls, forcing his knot past your rim with one brutal thrust and stretching your pussy wide. You cry out in pleasure and pain, nails digging into the fabric of the sweater that he thinks you’d shred it into pieces. You feel it pop past your entrance and lock inside you, your vision going white.

He pulls out halfway only to slam back in, so addicted to how tight and wet you are around him. He loves how your gummy walls are taking his knot, how the lewd sounds of skin slapping and the wet squelching of your pussy fills the cabin. Wonwoo’s thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it hard and fast; grunting in approval when he feels your arousal drip out your stuffed cunt.

“N-Nonu, ‘M gonna cum!” you moan, head thrown back against the pillows as he fucks you harder into the mattress.

“I know, babydoll,” he murmurs, “Can feel your pussy milking my cock.”

Your walls flutter wildly against him. His knot throbs, snug and swollen inside you, ready to fill you up. “Cum for me, my Omega,” he groans into your neck, planting wet kisses as he chases his own climax. “Make a mess on my cock.”

Your orgasm slams into you, white, hot and all-consuming. Your entire body convulses underneath him, pussy creaming his dick. Wonwoo curses under his breath, hips jerking as your pulsing walls trigger his own release.

“Take it,” he pants, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he spills his cum deep inside. Ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your womb, and you mewl as your mind wanders back to the first time he filled you up.

Your Alpha stays buried inside you, knot locked tight as he releases your legs, hanging them over his forearms. One hand has a possessive grip on your hip while the other rubs your overstimulated clit in slow, teasing circles with just enough pressure to make you jolt.

He grinds his hips against you, knot fully lodged inside you. It’s said that Alphas cum more than they usually do when knotting their bonded mates, and sure enough, Wonwoo was indeed filling your pussy with load after load of his hot cum. Not that you were complaining though. You happily take every drop he gives you with a blissful smile.

The fire had burned down to glowing embers, casting the room in a dim amber. You’re still lying beneath Wonwoo, still stretched wide around his knot, both of you soaked in sweat and slick. You could still feel him twitching inside you, some of his cum slipping past the tight sleeve of your cunt around him. 

He releases his hold on your legs so he can bury his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin, teeth nipping over your scent gland. His voice was soft when he praised you, “My babydoll did such a good job at taking my knot.”

His hands slide under your sweater, caressing your body in gentle touches. You both stay like that until his knot deflates. But, your body hasn’t had enough yet. Your hips shifted without thinking, instinctive, needy.

Wonwoo chuckles when he feels it, pulling back to look at you – his eyes dilated and darker than before. “You still want another round, babydoll?”

You bit your lip, squirming just a little as your walls flutter helplessly around his girth. “Well, you’re still hard, Nonu~”

His grin is wolfish, but there’s a glint of fondness in his eyes that makes your heart flutter. He hums, rolling his hips just enough for you to feel the slow drag of his length still nestled inside you. “That’s ‘cause your greedy little pussy won’t let go of me.”

He leans down again, pressing a kiss just below your jaw, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your skin. “Keep squeezing me like that and I’ll knot you again, babydoll.”

You purr, bucking your hips up to meet his.

Wonwoo hisses, shifting his weight and hooking his forearms beneath your knees. In one swift motion he folds you in half, sinking his cock deeper into your pussy. He kisses you hard, tongue sliding against yours as he pounds your soaked cunt, thick cockhead repeatedly knocking against your cervix so hard it knocks the breath right out of your lungs too. You gasp into his mouth, body starting to tremble from the stimulation.

“Fuck,” he moans, “Pussy still so fucking tight. Look so fucking hot full of my cock.”

You cry out when you feel his knot start to swell inside you again. You can only moan and cry as he keeps hammering his cock into your sensitive hole. “Bet you’d take every load I give you, huh? Stuff you so full you’ll be dripping for days.”

Your head lolls back against the pillows, lips parting in a breathless moan. You feel everything – the stretch of his knot forcing you wider, locking you in place, the way his cock drags along your swollen walls.

“Nonu–” you whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. “Full! Too full–”

“But you can’t help but to want me to fill you again,” he groans, gripping your hips with a bruising grip. He shifts the angle of his thrusts, feeling him in your guts as his thick cock pummels into you relentlessly. Wonwoo groans when he feels your pussy constrict around him again. “Ohh, fuck, babydoll. You gonna cum again? Gonna squirt all over my cock like the needy little Omega that you are?”

You can’t answer, the only sounds leaving your lips are your filthy moans. You wail every time he drives his dick in and out of you, grinding his thick knot right against that spongy spot inside you until you reach another climax.

Your whole body seizes as you cum hard, the air being punched out from your lungs. You gush around your Alpha, liquid splashing between your thighs – soaking his sweater and the sheets beneath you. Wonwoo is mesmerised by the sight of you squirting all over his cock, how your eyes screwed shut while your sweet cries filled the room.

“Fucking hell, babydoll,” he growls, throwing his head back as he feels his own climax approaching. “Squeezing my cock so fucking good.”

The milking compression of your walls around him, clenching and unclenching around his knot, like your body was begging for him to creampie you was what drove him right to the edge. With a loud roar of your name, his whole body goes tense. His fat cock twitches and throbs inside you, flooding your already wrecked cunt with spurts of his hot cum. His knot swells further, making sure to keep your soaked pussy filled to the brim.

You cry out, nails digging into his forearms as you feel droplets of his cum drip down your thighs. Wonwoo groans when he feels your walls flutter around his length, grinding his hips slowly to try and push his cum deeper.

When he releases your legs from the mating press he had you in, you let out a moan of relief. Your muscles are barely able to hold up after being held up in that position for so long. Your thighs fall limp on the bed, trembling, and slick with sweat and a mixture of your bodily fluids.

Wonwoo doesn’t move, his cock still buried inside you as he continues to release more ropes of thick cum, coating your walls. He places his palm flat against your belly again, right over the small swell of where his cum is filling you – where his knot is. Then he presses down on it.

You gasp, your entire body jerking.

Your cunt tightens reflexively, milking his cock for more of his cum, and he groans at the squeeze. You whimper, eyes glassy, and droplets of tears cling to your lashes.

Your body goes limp beneath him as Wonwoo hovers above you, back hunched as he tries to come down from the delicious high he had just experienced. He’s still sheathed inside, cock still pulsing, his cum sloshing inside your pussy that he can already feel it dripping down your thighs.

But, fuck, the way you were tightly holding onto him – his pretty Omega all wet and stretched and stuffed to the brim, it had his instincts just snarling beneath the surface.

“Shit, babydoll,” he murmurs, voice thick with pride and affection, “Knotted you twice and you’re still squeezing me like you want a third.”

You let out a shaky chuckle, looping your arms around his neck. “I might,” you whisper, giving him a dazed smile.

Wonwoo shakes his head, “You’re insatiable.”

When he leans down to pepper kisses to your throat, you whimper out his name. “Shh, I got you, babydoll. Let’s wait til my knot deflates before we do anything else.”

You hum, clinging to him as your legs weakly wrap themselves around his waist, body still trembling from pleasure and emotions.

And as the snow continues to fall outside, blanketing the surrounding world in white, you and Wonwoo stay tangled together in the heat of the cabin, arms holding each other like you’d never let each other go.

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Jeon Wonwoo || in which love always wins

synopsis: in which love always wins when you realize you love wonwoo more and more each year, or in which you’ve always been there for wonwoo every birthday

genre: one shot smau, fake texts, fluff, non idols, bestfriend to lovers

warnings: fem pronouns, cursing, nsfw jokes (?)

a/n: did this for dino on his bday soooooo here’s a wonwoo one hehe:))

[pochaccoups]

hhu’s love languages (nsfw)

seungcheol —; biting

oh, how he loves to sink his teeth into your precious skin.

he’ll admit it—it’s a little bit (read: a lot) of a possessive thing. it’s not enough for him to have you face down, ass up, writhing underneath him as he pounds you into tomorrow. he just can’t resist from leaning over you, pressing his broad, sweat-slicked chest to your back, and clamping down on the curve of your neck with his teeth.

it doesn’t help that you say his name so pretty when he does; a breathy, high-pitched moan of two syllables—“cheollie,”—that drives him to insanity.

and it’s not just your neck that falls victim to his bite. it’s his favourite, yes—it’s easily accessible in all of your favourite positions, after all. but no part of you is safe.

when his head is between your legs, he kisses up along your calf, mouths at the fat of your thigh before you feel the soft sting of his teeth sinking into it. only then is he satisfied. only then does he give you what you want: his mouth on your pussy as he eats you out so good it leaves your entire body shaking.

when you’re sat in his lap, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat despite the way your thighs burn, his mouth finds your tits like a moth to a flame. they’re sensitive, he knows that, so he’s considerate enough to go a little easier on them, nibbling at the soft skin. he’ll still leave his mark on them, of course, only instead of bite marks he litters your chest with dark little love bites.

he loves nothing more than seeing your reaction to his dirty little habit. when you waddle off to the bathroom and leave him laying there in post-orgasm bliss, a yelp of his name has him grinning and jumping to his feet.

he finds you glaring at the mirror, with your hair a mess and your features flustered from the sight of the perfect teeth indentation on your right shoulder.

“i look like a shark attack survivor! how am i supposed to cover this?” you ask, exasperated.

and the worst thing about choi seungcheol is how hard it is to be mad at him. when he presses himself against you, snakes his arms around your waist, and drops his head to dot kisses all over the mark in question, you find yourself melting into him with an ease like it’s ingrained in you.

eventually, he speaks up, muttering his words into your skin: “don’t cover it.”

wonwoo —; hand holding

wonwoo, your sweet wonwoo. so shy that he gets flustered when you hold his hand in public.

in the dim lighting of your bedroom, though, he’s not so shy. in fact it’s you who’s flustered, your body searing hot, your head spinning from the weight of your boyfriend on top of you.

he’s got you manhandled onto your stomach, kneeling between your spread legs, fucking you like he’s trying to carve the shape of his cock into your very womb. what’s worse is the way his hands, lithe and pretty, take yours, pinning you to the mattress so he can drive his hips harder into you.

“w-wonwoo,” you sob, squeezing and grasping at the fingers that are laced with yours.

“hmm? what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he asks, practically cooing into your ear. “can’t take it?”

“i can,” you whimper, clenching around him, pressing your hips up into his thrusts. to show him.

“yeah, there you go. fuck, take my cock so good, don’t you?”

if you were to try and tell anyone that jeon wonwoo was capable of speaking like this, you’re sure they wouldn’t believe you. the wonwoo who can barely hold your hand in front of others, let alone kiss you? that wonwoo?

it’s the same wonwoo who fucks your face without remorse, who fingers you until you squirt, who eats you out until you can’t feel your legs—that wonwoo. and the best thing about him is that he’ll hold your hand through all of them, even as he abuses your poor cunt, like it’s reassurance. a touch of mercy to remind you he’s still your boyfriend who loves you so much even if he fucks you like an ex.

after all, he is a romantic. what’s more romantic than your pretty boyfriend holding your hands when he’s fucking your brains out?

mingyu —; choking

it may or may not be his habit of playfully grabbing his members by their neck that floods your mind with the idea of being in their place.

you’ve always had a thing for mingyu’s hands, even before you’d started dating him. the sheer size of them, the thickness of his fingers—all of it would have you squeezing your thighs together at just the thought of what he could use them for. (to make you see heaven and above, as you came to find out).

but mingyu is a gentleman in the most literal sense of the word. he’s big, he’s strong, and he compensates for that by treating you like glass. not that he doesn’t fuck you hard when you ask, but putting his hands around your neck is not something that even enters his mind. he’d let himself be struck dead before he’d use his strength to harm you.

fortunately, you’re good at getting your way with him—especially when he’s got his dick buried inside you. every last shred of his rationality goes straight out the window the moment he feels the hot, wet embrace of your pussy around him.

he grabs at your hips, your thighs, your tits; his fingers cling to every inch of your skin to keep himself from falling over the edge of insanity because you’re so fucking tight around him that it’s dizzying.

“gyu,” you moan, and he’s alert in an instant, like a dog called on by its owner, ready for his next command. “choke me?”

his thrusts falter and his features are questioning, yet you don’t miss the way his cock throbs against your walls at your words.

“baby, i don’t know if i should-”

“please, gyu?” you plead, gazing up at him, tightening your thighs where they’re wrapped around your waist. “for me?”

and kim mingyu is many things, but tenacious is not one of them.

when it comes to you he’s hopeless, nothing but a weak fool in love. it’s why he doesn’t stop you when you take him by his wrist and guide his giant hand to sit just above your clavicle. you don’t make him squeeze or anything, you leave that up to him. you just want him to see it, to feel it. to get a glimpse into the fantasy you’ve been keeping from him.

his hips slow, his eyes darkening as he gazes down at you with an affection you’ve never seen from him. gently, his fingers, which almost wrap around the entire circumference of your neck, start to press. it’s barely enough pressure to tickle, but fuck, it’s so hot it sends your eyes rolling back.

suddenly mingyu gets it. adrenaline flushes through his body and goes straight to his cock—it’s a sight he wants etched into his brain forever. your eyes hazy, a tiny, content smile on your kiss-swollen lips, his massive hand gripping your neck as he fucks you with a new kind of fervour. he gets it, and he can’t believe he didn’t get it sooner.

you can see it clearly—how, in just a matter of time, he’ll have his forehead pressed to yours, his cock grazing the spot that has you seeing stars over and over while his hand cuts off your airflow, choking you hard, the way you’ve always wanted.

vernon —; spitting

is it cliche and predictable to assign him this? maybe. but what if he’s not the one doing the spitting?

he’s a little bit obsessed with letting you do what you want with him. it’s not a dom or sub thing—vernon’s an easygoing guy in all aspects of life, and if you feel like sitting in his lap and making out with him until you’re both gasping for air, the last thing he’ll do is complain.

his favourite thing of all is when you ride him. fuck, everything about you is mesmerising; the way you grind your hips over his cock so expertly, the way you brace your hands against his chest, letting your nails rake into his skin ever so often, the way your head tips backwards and your moans spill out in the sweetest song.

vernon gazes up at you like you put the stars in the sky, like you brought about life itself, like he can’t believe he’s the one who gets to see you like this. his eyes, dark, round, and glimmering, are a picture of how enamoured he is with you. he has no idea how crazy it drives you.

it’s natural the way your hand reaches for his cheek, the way your thumb moves to glide over his lips, soft and puffy. vernon falls in love for the millionth time when you dip it inside his mouth, push it gently against his tongue, gathering up his spit on the tip of your finger. it makes his dick jump to be at your mercy like this. his hips buck up into yours, desperate to drive himself even deeper into the addictive heat of your cunt.

you press his mouth open, just slightly, just enough, and lean forward. a pearl of your saliva, of you, lands in the centre of his tongue, and he doesn’t have time to swallow it before your mouth finds his, kissing him with greed. it’s messy—lips smacking, your moans mingling with his, but the thing about vernon is that you cannot get enough of him. even though he’s inside you and you’re skin to skin with and your mouths are connected.

you pull away, your grin cat-like, your attention shifting back to the stretch of his cock as you bounce up and down him with a newfound desperation.

“god, you’re hot,” he whispers, his own lips quirking into a fucked-out smile.

“yeah? you like it when i spit in your mouth, hansollie? so dirty,” you reply.

he doesn’t last much longer after that.

[buntanteen]

svt fic recs list <3 - svt 10 year anniversary: wonwoo - sfw & nsfw

summary: 10 sfw & 10 nsfw wonwoo x reader insert fics :)

contains: 18+ nsfw (mdni!!) majority is afab reader

✩ svt writing & fic rec masterlist ✩

✩ sfw section ✩

1. ❥ You’re mad at BF!Wonwoo, but he decided to make it a SEVENTEEN problem - @vernonverse

this was TOOOOOOO funny. he was reallllyy going out of his way making everyone suffer kjfgbdkj

2. ❥ bf!wonwoo thoughts - @boorines

quality time!! (my lil extrovert self LOVESSS doing everything with everyone omgjnfv) the i don't think i could survive flirty wonwoo omfggg

3. ❥ a shot in the dark - @xinganhao

perfect for when you're in your "wonwoo is enlisted" feels :,)

4. ❥ wonwoo random twitter au series: one | two | three | four - @wonuism

reader is me and i am reader. we are one in these

5. ❥ idol!wonwoo bf texts - @cheoliedollie

loving??? caring?!?!? silly?!?!? YESSSSSSSSSS MUHAHA

6. ❥ dating wonwoo feels like.., - @ssentimentals

dating wonwoo would feel like everything i'm looking for (WHY DOES HE SOUND SO DAMN GOOD HERE AHHH)

7. ❥ wonwoo headcanons pt. 1 | pt. 2 - @wonuism

he's such a gentle sweet lover :,) what if i just- *faints*

8. ❥ wonwoo bf habits - @odxrilove

THE SHOULDER MOVE EEEEEEEEEEE KJSGBFDK NOMS??! WARMING UP A TOWEL FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEE? HEHE

9. ❥ love languages: jeon wonwoo - @cxffecoupx

i loveeeeeeee the idea of someone being this thoughtful and wanting to be spending quality time with me :,)

10. ❥ you vs the universe - @cheolism-archive

“get it together, mother.” HAHA PLSSSSSSSSS (the way nonu reacted in the reader getting hit by a ball story made me sooo soft :,) the way he takes care of reader?? that's my guyyy)

✩ nsfw section ✩

1. ❥ Stripper Joke - @hoshifighting

the CONFIDENCE from reader versus wonwoo's shyness?!?!?! AHHHHHHHH

2. ❥ blindsided | expansion blindsided!wonwoo - @studioeisa & @xinganhao

there's just something so hot and attractive about glasses wearers and wonwoo wears them sooooooooooo well and he's sooooooo dumbly hot in this

3. ❥ perv wonwoo x roommate reader pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 - @rubyreduji

he's so disgusting in this...(why am i into it!!?)

4. ❥ 21:34 - @eomayas

heheheh HEHEHEHHEEHHE (i thoroughly enjoyed this)

5. ❥ “warm-up” - @pochaccoups

getting fucked and getting snacks afterwards?!?!?!? FUCK YES

6. ❥ we can’t be friends (wait for your love) - @eomayas

AHHHHHHHHHHH THE SEX THE CONFESSION THE AHHHH

7. ❥ gamer bf! wonwoo - @svtswhorehouse

...THIS IS ALL I'VE EVER WANTED HEHEH

8. ❥ desperate - @toruro

fucking the horny out of reader?!?! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH

9. ❥ the peephole - @rubyreduji

this concept goes CRAZYYYYYYYYY

10. ❥ watching him masturbate - @hoshifighting

*sigh* it'd be so pretty watching this

[jinmindeulle]

brother's bff | jeon wonwoo

you're dating your brother's bff! wonu's version ft. woozi

taglist

@sarai-ibn-la-ahad

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ seventeen masterlist ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

[kyeomofhearts]

Bed Wars | J.WW

+ summary: after spending countless hours building a house for your boyfriend... you're suddenly met with his bed placed right next to yours? what the hell man! + pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader + word count: 800~ + content: fluff, established relationship, they're just playing minecraft lol, reader likes to bicker.

[ᝰ.ᐟ] happy valentine's day!!! thought i would post something small to celebrate since i didn't post for last year's valentine's day. also i would like to (unfortunately) thank @cherry-zip for bullying me into posting this on time! hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! <3 (borders made by @enchanthings !)

"C’mon dude,” you groaned, staring at the sight in front of you. “I made you a house for a reason!”

Wonwoo’s response? Moving his bed right next to yours. 

“Well, I want to sleep here,” he stated simply.

You let out an annoyed sigh, arms crossed. “Like, seriously? The colors don’t even match!”

Wonwoo only giggled, enjoying your frustration with him. “What are you talking about? My purple bed goes perfectly with your pink one. Also, what if a creeper spawns in my house—how will you ever hear my cries for help?”

Your eye twitched at his insistence. God, he was so annoying. “Now, why would a creeper spawn in your house?” 

“You never know, I’ve seen it happen before.” 

“Fine. I’ll move out then,” you said, quickly destroying your bed and leaving the house. You weren’t even bothered enough to take anything from your chests.

The two of you continued playing in silence for a few minutes. It’s not like you were actually mad or anything… but it was fun to start a meaningless fight with Wonwoo. 

In the meantime, you explored the surrounding biomes in hopes of finding a suitable place to make a new house. Well, more like a camp. (Your house was way too pretty for you to simply abandon.)

After a few more minutes of silence, Wonwoo began to message you in the game.

[gam3bo1: where are you :(]

[gam3bo1: i miss youuuuu]

[gam3bo1: answer me!]

“Are you mad at me?” He asked, turning to look at you from his monitor, eyes filled with faux innocence.

You scoffed. “Oh, no. Not at all. I just love how you’re completely ignoring the fact that I built a whole house for you, and yet, you insist on staying in my house!”

Wonwoo let out a dramatic sigh. “Well, it's not my fault my house feels so… lonely.” 

You rolled your eyes as he spoke, but he didn’t stop there. Who would’ve known that he was going to be this pouty.

“Look, our babies miss you too.” He waved you down to look over at his screen.

To your disappointment, curiosity got the better of you. “This better be–” Your voice cut off at the sight of your pets. 

All of your in-game pets–the dogs, cats, and even the random parrot you found in a jungle biome a few weeks back–were all sitting obediently inside your home. Wonwoo had conveniently placed them all in front of his bed, having them turned to look at the empty space–where your bed used to be. 

You narrowed your eyes upon realizing the little stunt he was trying to pull on you. “You’re trying to manipulate me into going back home!”

Wonwoo gasped. “I would never do such a thing!”

After a few moments of pure laughter, you finally gave in. You could never stay mad at him for too long. 

“...Fine, I’ll come back.” You huffed out, finally turning back to your monitor and making your way back home.

As you neared your house, something new caught your eye.

Behind your house, was a small, heart-shaped garden. The ground was tiled in a red-and-pink checkered pattern, carefully placed block by block. Peonies and roses filled the garden’s corners, their colors nicely decorating the huge heart in the middle. In front of the heart sat a small seating area just for the two of you.

“Oh.”

“I made it while you were ignoring me,” Wonwoo said, his voice suddenly next to your ear.

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard. It was… annoyingly cute.

You continued to move around, stepping onto the checkered flooring and admiring the little details he had placed all around. It was cute.

“...You built me a garden?” you asked softly.

Wonwoo hummed. “I might have had help from a few tutorials, but yeah. I wanted to make a spot for us.” 

And unsurprisingly, your stomach did an embarrassing flip.

Wonwoo went back over to his desk, quickly moving his player to sit on one of the chairs in the garden. Following him, you sat down in the chair in front of him, and before you could even say anything he beat you to it.

“I just thought our shared house could use a little extra love. You know, since we obviously live together.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands as Wonwoo laughed triumphantly beside you. He just had to ruin the moment! 

“Now c’mon, let’s go to bed,” he said as he pressed ‘Save and Exit’. By the time you reached the main menu, Wonwoo was already pulling you away from your desk.

“I’m never building you anything ever again,” you muttered, body betraying you as you leaned into him on your shared bed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “And yet you still let me sleep next to you.” 

You wanted to argue, but sleep was already pulling you away. “Mhm, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

[svtswhorehouse]

DATING WONWOO INCLUDES…. — sfw

• he always makes sure you’re stocked up with your favorite books.

• him still complimenting you even when he doesn’t have his glasses on and he can’t see a thing.

• reading in bed together late at night.

• sometimes he reads to you even if you’re not interested in his genre of books whatsoever.

• his voice lulling you to sleep because it’s so deep, gentle, and calm.

• him being very confused when you ask him if he would still love you if you were a worm cause why tf would you be a worm ????

• admiring you like he admires dino (iykyk).

• he’s such a good listener that you always find yourself venting to him about all your problems.

• he tries to teach you how to play video games (it doesn’t work, but he thinks you’re cute whenever you get irritated about being killed for the hundredth time).

• he does the dishes whenever you cook.

• contrary to popular belief, he’s very slick with his words and pickup lines.

• sometimes looks at you like you’ve grown two heads whenever you try and make a joke.

• he has an sd card for his camera reserved for photos of you only.

• calm bf x calm gf dynamic.

• you want a kitten. he knows he should say no, but just can’t resist your cute puppy dog eyes.

• very helpful when it comes to your assignments for university. a hundred percent the type to do it for you if you end up falling asleep.

• also the type to make sure you’re well fed and taking much needed mental breaks when studying.

• he keeps a polaroid photo of you in his wallet.

• wonwoo will ALWAYS immediately put his game controller down and give you his full attention whenever you talk to him — no matter how well he was doing or how soon the game was about to end.

• he’s very quick to take the responsibilities off of your shoulders and put it on his own.

• he never fails to laugh at your jokes, even when they’re not funny.

• your number one supporter.

• your parents absolutely adore him and think he’s such a gentleman.

• he’s very quick to fold and give in whenever you two get into arguments, even if he was in the right. he just wants it to be over and have you in his arms again.

• he buys you the most thoughtful gifts.

• he’s the best person when it comes to having deep and meaningful talks.

• all your worries wash away whenever you’re with him.

• you confessed your feelings to him first.

• he’s soooo reassuring whenever you get jealous. you know your boyfriend is ridiculously attractive, but the amount of women AND sometimes men who have their eyes on him irks you a lil.

• he prefers to just call you instead of text, tbh he just likes to hear your voice.

• you practically DROWN in his hoodies and shirts because his shoulders are so damn wide.

• “girlifies” his apartment for you whenever you spend the night (mingyu isn’t too happy about it).

• he’s always encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone and take risks, vice versa.

[dkiove]

NO MATTER WHAT, jeon wonwoo.

plot: despite the long distance and constant challenges, jeon wonwoo is certain in choosing you— no matter what. genre: angst, fluff, long distance relationship, nonidol!wonwoo notes: hello!

EVEN IF ITS FAR AND UNFAMILIAR

Wonwoo admires the photos you sent a few hours ago before drifting to sleep—a little while before he woke up himself.

It was a series of images: a streetlamp, candid shots of tiny pigeons eating off breadcrumbs, a breathtaking live photo of the most beautiful sunset taken from a moving taxi, and a quick selfie of you walking in the park.

The distance has been suffocating. 1 week away from each other, a few more years to go— he thought, thumb brushing over the smile plastered on your face from the view of his phone.

It was a battle between the future and the present— a choice between staying with Wonwoo or move for your growing career; and the latter won evidently. Despite the long distant relationship, the mismatched sleeping schedules, the conversations that never seemed to last five minutes— his love unwavers as much as he waits.

Now belonging in two different worlds— Wonwoo stays in the old coastal town you both grew up in while you decided to challenge the future in a loud city that fueled your hopes and dreams.

Yet the same two people that fell in love remained the same in that crossroad— waiting for the day their paths cross again.

EVEN IF THE WORLD CHANGES AROUND US

"Have you heard? Seungcheol and his girlfriend are finally getting married", Wonwoo shares over the phone, a sense of glee in his smile as he stands in front of the bus stop. "No one told me", you cried in response, feeling excited and overwhelmed by this sudden news.

It was morning in your side—just getting your day started while Wonwoo had already finished his.

There was a few silence from the line. Wonwoo continued to eye his surroundings as he could hear your breath and plates clashing on the other side.

"Do you think we'll be doing that too?", Wonwoo asks all of a sudden. There was a sense of unsureness in his voice— but deep down, he already had waited for an answer in his mind; he just needed you to say the things he wanted to hear.

Marriage? Children? Living in the same house? Sharing the same surname?

There was no certainty of those things in the future that you both shared. As much as you wanted to live a carefree life where love exists as an abundance—that silent devotion is not guaranteed to fulfill the cycle you are in.

But one thing is for sure. No matter how hard it is, no matter how impossible a long lasting love sounds like, no matter how long— a heart that perseveres despite challenges will always survive. Hence, the relationship you both have built through trust, patience, and prayers will see the light that is meant for you one day.

"I look forward to that", you reply.

A short response that is layered with sincerity and longing— yet it was enough for him.

EVEN IF THERES NOTHING TO SAY AS LONG AS YOURE HERE

Wonwoo's eyes squint from the brightness of his screen— your face illuminating right in front of him.

He propped his laptop sideways, as if imitating an image of you laying right next to him. It was time for your sunday video chat— the only day where you can exist merely for each other. No work, no studying, and definitely no distractions; just the two of you talking for hours on end.

It was a tradition to keep things alive between you two. Like a matchstick that flames to keep the sparks glowing, or maybe a glue that bonds you both.

Sometimes they were countless things to say. A few long sub-conversations about funny things that are happening from two sides of the world, maybe a little unboxing quip when you receive your shopping package, or him just rambling on about a new game he bought online— the little things to catch up on.

However, there were also moments that felt bleak. The times where they arent that many things to say. It stung a little—having to gather scattered moments from the past few days, stringing them together like offerings in a conversation, only to hear the other person say their week held nothing worth mentioning.

Sometimes these moments causes doubt, a sense of boredom, and an indication of a failing relationship. That's why Wonwoo knows how to appreciate and turn these silent moments into something worth loving for.

"Are you bored? I dont have anymore stories left", you would say, a disappointed sigh leaving your lips.

He would chuckle in response, his cheek resting on his pillow— "Of course not"

"Even if you have nothing to say, as long as you're here then i'm more than happy"

EVEN IF OUR WORLDS ARE APART, YOU'RE STILL THE ONE I WANT

"Why don't you just try dating again? Its been a few years, i'm sure she also has found someone"

Wonwoo would only surpress his urges to punch his friends whenever they would comment this to him.

Has it been days? weeks? months?

It has been awhile since he had heard from you properly. The reality had missed him in the first chance— but now, it was spoonfed to him upon realization.

Fewer messages, lesser updates, shorter calls, and definitely has been awhile since he had seen your face; even if just through his laptop screen.

His friends had adviced him. Talked to him that maybe you found someone else and thats why you havent been making an effort to continue connecting with him. Or maybe that you have fully absorbed the new life you had and came to a choice to abandon him— leave him behind.

Despite the thoughts and the possibilities— he had come to a conclusion for himself.

He'll always choose you, no matter what.

The long distance has started to take a toll on him. But in his mind, if you wanted to end things— he would wait for you to talk it out instead of jumping to malicious assumptions.

If you wanted to be done with him. He'd wait till he can hear it straight from you— then he would try to move on.

But as long as nothing similar has been said to him— Wonwoo still and will choose you no matter what.

No matter the day, no matter the weather, the circumstances, the hardships, whether the tides rise and drowns him, or when the sun chooses to no longer shine for the both of you— Jeon Wonwoo will choose to want you.

you: wonwoo! have you been waiting for a long time? the wifi in my apartment got cut all of a sudden days ago and it took them SOOO LONGGG to fix it 😞 all the messages you have sent the past few days are lengthy as well, it notified my phone after it got connected 😳 i'll read them now after i send this message. i also couldnt seem to reach you on text— i changed sims because that old one is crappy and i dont think you have received them 🤧 is that why you didnt answer my call? because it was unfamiliar? 😭

you: did you wait a long time? im sorry. i hope youre still there like im still here ☹️ lets make up for the lost time! call me when you read this! i'll send you pictures that i took during the days i couldnt send you a message 💕

you: i love you and i miss you so much 😚 until the day we meet again, i'll offer my sincerist apology if i brought you trouble during the past few days. but just know that during those times, you're the only one in my mind 😁

And Wonwoo was happy to be patient.

In spite of challenges, he was happy to be the one that waited. And because of that, he was gifted the most wonderful gift of them all— eternal love that can be felt through the phases of the world.

I WILL STILL REMAIN NO MATTER WHAT

"Wonwoo..", you smiled.

"You're back..", he sniffled.

There were no words left to say.

Just a familiar embrace— warm and worn with time— that silently forgave the distance, the silence, and all the pain that erupted during those times spent apart.

Tears flodded his eyes, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. Your hand pulled him in closer— his body still as warm as the day you left him.

During those years, the distance, the loneliness, silent battles that put your lives at risk, all the tears and the pain— they were all merely the love you have for each other.

Wonwoo's constant wishes that your pain will come to him instead of you were his way of love. Your hopes and prayers that he wouldn't live a sorrowful life if something were to happen was your way of love.

Two people, though tested by time, will find its way back no matter what. The past will be a constant reminder of sacrifices, loyalty, and unwavering love while the present and the future will serve as the fruit of their pain.

All those time, Jeon Wonwoo chose to stay and chose to always remain.

No matter what.

[lovelylonelinesssvt]

Back to You- Jeon Wonwoo. Pt. 2

Pairing: idol!Wonwoo/friend!Reader

Word Count: 9k

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, denial of feelings, idiots in love, slooow burn, some suggestive smut

Summary: What happens when the universe suddenly wants to test your friendship? Your feelings? Are you two mature enough to talk to be strong? Is this just young naïve love between best friends? What happens when there’s no communication between you and Wonwoo?

Misunderstandings, overthinking, hiding feelings, not thinking straight, denying the truth and even joking about it will test you; Not to mention being far from each other  changes everything. Perspectives and feelings are on the line. Wonwoo is your best friend, but being best friends with an idol is a lot harder than it seems and even harder if you work with him and enter the chaotic world where SVT exists.

“I never thought the universe, God or whoever that is above us will be so against me”

General warnings: explicit language, arguments, mentions of death, grieving, nicknames: Sun, Pea(hers) mention accident, mentions of blood, temporally memory loss, drinking, sexually suggestive situations, sexual tension in the next chapters. Reeeally slow burn. just one more and everything gets better.

SPECIFIC WARNINGS for this chapter: friendly bullying/teasing and a very hurt not thinking straight and mean Wonwoo in this chapter. angst and pure miscommunication.

The mention of Wonwoo’s mom passing away and I mean no disrespect about it. May she rest in peace, I am not assuming this is how Wonwoo would react or feel. I mean no disrespect to him or to his family about that topic. I know this is a sensitive issue and I apologize, however it is NOT the main topic/plot

This fic will be divided into chapters

Tag list: @jjungseol @dianasvt82 @syluslittlecrows @armycarat2612 💙

A/n: ^^ (never thought i would actually write that part lol )

Read here Pt. 1.

A/n 2: trying to take deep breaths.. okay here we go.

Wonwoo stood by the door watching the workers place the flowers around the wall, lighting up the candles and all he could do was watch. Wonwoo thought he had already cried enough, right now he just felt like he was on automatic pilot.

He was aware of his surroundings but didn’t care. He ate and drank water but the taste of everything was plain, he couldn’t enjoy the flavor of anything.

Looking at his mother’s picture at the center of the white flowers arrangements made him feel too much, feel everything and make it real.

He’s sad that she’s gone, glad that she’s not in pain, frustrated that he wasn’t next to her and that he was stupid for leaving the hospital when she was clearly saying goodbye.

Wonwoo felt all that at once, those feelings slowly suffocated him.

 Wonwoo looked to the main door, he saw his father, he was talking with a couple, and one simple look and he knew who the woman was, he knew because that woman looks just like you.

He didn’t know if he should approach them, more like if he could do it. The memory of you was too much for him right now.

Wonwoo’s father tried to talk to him to talk to your parents, but he avoided them.

He wasn’t sure it was a good idea, also he didn’t want to be disturbed right now, somehow the more the time passed and the more he knew your parents were here, the more a new emotion started to grow inside him.

It became impossible for him to not feel it, because grief was starting to take control.

Grieving is hard, different and complicated for each person. The loss of a parent is not easy, it’s heart wrecking.

How can you say goodbye to the person who raised you? Who loved you always, supported you, believed in you. How can you say goodbye to the person you lived with all your life?

It is painful, it opens wounds and takes a part of you.

You change, your whole life changes.

Grief is a very sensitive subject, and there are times when that grief takes over and makes you think do and believe things that are not true.

Even channeling the pain towards the wrong person.

Feeling anger.

That emotion was dangerous to Wonwoo. It was not only because he lost his mother, but because your parents were there.

You weren’t there.

Wonwoo was angry because his mother left.

Wonwoo was angry because you weren’t here

Wonwoo is angry because he thinks you left him too.

It’s been almost two weeks since you arrived in Korea, and just now, you were free to see your parents.

You saw them the day you arrived but after that you did not see them or talked to them again, it was a little bit of chaos.

You thought moving back was going to be hard, but it was way worse.

So many things had to be done before you could be available to have free time, there were things you couldn’t postpone and things that took almost all your time.

You wanted a place of your own, you missed home, and you love your family yes, but you also got so used to being independent and living on your own that coming back to living under their roof was not something on your list.

You tried to do everything as fast as you could, for him.

You tried your best to find a way to reach Wonwoo, you were now in the same country and city; so now you went with your first and only hope.

“Honey! Welcome home!” Your mother hugged you as soon as the door opened “shoes!” she screamed when you stepped inside.

“I missed you too mom” you just chuckled

“Honey, you’ve finally settled in, right?” your mother pointed out as she walked to the kitchen and kept cutting what she left on

“Yeah, mostly” Your apartment was a chaotic mess, to say the least, but admitting that to your mother implied a big scolding and her trying to clean everything for you. You chose to make her believe you had -just for her sake- and yours.

You were sitting by the kitchen window “I finally got a hold on the manager, and he will meet me next week”

“That’s great! And you got everything you need, right?” she asked while she turned to the stove.

 not everything

“yeah, I got it under control”

You tried to wait, but you needed to ask.

“Mom, you went to the funeral” you said with a shaky voice “did you get his number or his father’s number or something?”

“I couldn’t exactly ask for it, sorry honey” you felt your eyes tear up and sighed deeply. How are you going to reach out?

“I do know that his father bought a cafe, and I know where it is” you looked at her and suddenly felt like a jolt of energy burst through you

“Where?!” You almost shouted, and your mother just chuckled, and with a bittersweet memory, she recalled what she spoke with Mr. Jeon and where the cafe was situated.

After a couple of hours that felt like an eternity, your mother finally let you leave. As much as your mother wanted you to reach out to Wonwoo she made you wait. She pulled out the “I’m your mother” card.

You get it, she’s your mother and she comes first.

Now you felt a little bit more relieved. You talked to her and told her about your fears and how you also needed to see him, but now you know where to look for him.

The whole ride from your parents’ house to the cafe had you sweating, it felt like you were inside a sauna.

There was a feeling that you tried to push aside, but the closer you got the more you felt it.

Fear.

Fear of breaking down in front of him, fear of looking at Wonwoo and seeing a totally different person, or him not remembering you.

Finally, when you arrive at the cafe, you felt nervous, of course you would feel like that, it’s been too long since you’ve seen him, seen anyone really, the fact that Mrs. Jeon is gone, makes it 100x times harder, and makes you way too anxious.

Opening the door, you saw a few couples and people reunite, the whole cafe was warm, the main color was blue and it looked really pretty, it was really a calm and soft environment.

Just like she was.

You spotted the barista focused on checking the money. With a deep breath you walked to her.

You can do this; you can do this it’s just a simple question.

“Hello” you said almost too soft that you thought she didn’t hear it.

She looked up at you and smiled brightly.

“Hello, my name is Da-eun, welcome! what can I do for you?” the girl smiled and bowed. She is really pretty and had the sweetest smile you’ve seen.

 She didn’t look older than you but not much younger, her hair was tied up and her bangs made her look adorable. You were mesmerized by her in the cutest way possible.

It was one sentence, yet her aura and voice were full of energy and something sweet that could almost make you feel happy.

“Oh, hello” you cleared your throat trying to gather strength and thinking what to say “I’m l-looking for Mr. Jeon? Or Jeon Bohyuk”

“Mr. Jeon left an hour ago and he won’t be back till tomorrow” she tapped her chin thinking for a few seconds. “I’m not sure but I think Bohyuk will come in today, wait here” she walked to the back,

All you could think was, what if you have to wait till tomorrow again?

It was not the worst idea but the anxiety about wanting to talk to them, to him, was eating you alive.

Daeun came back to the front with a small smile “I just talked to Bohyuk he’s actually on his way here, he said he’ll be here in about 10 minutes”

“Oh! Perfect thank you very much” your heart started to beat faster, last time you saw Bohyuk he was a small kid. You felt nervousness built up way too fast and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

10 minutes felt like an eternity, Daeun recommended you a sweet, house special latte and with that adorable face, you couldn’t say no to her and you bet that’s why they have so many customers.

As you took one last sip of your drink, you heard the main door open, with three tall male figures fighting to get in, a girl pushing one of them to the side

“Hyuk-ssi seriously, you can’t possibly think bobpul can beat up kkuma and latte” the small girl chuckled and rolled her eyes “bobpul is too tiny”

“hey! Bobpul can fight those two in a second” the tallest male pushed her slightly causing all of them to laugh and how effortlessly he pushed her that she lost her balance.

Before she could fight back, a voice spoke from behind them, that voice was familiar, it was his voice but didn’t want to get your hopes up

“Gyu stop it”

That voice, you know that voice and it sent chills down your spine. It’s him and all you could think is that you’re not ready.

“Hello! Welcome!” Daeun bowed, the small girl walked behind the counter to hug her

“Hi Daeun, how’s work” she smiled widely as Daeun relaxed her posture and sighed

“it’s going well, but the anxiety I have for tomorrow’s audition is killing me” she said rubbing her temples “Yeeun is way too relaxed about it, and I don’t know how to feel about that”

“she’s not that good” the tallest one mumbled and Daeun just chuckled

“oh, okay sure” she snorted shaking her head

“Daeun, you said someone was looking for me” you saw Bohyuk lean into the counter

Your heart stopped.

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, you sat up straight and looked away trying to control your breath “She’s over there” and you could bet she pointed at you.

Ok it’s time, relax breathe.

You could feel your heart beat rise, gathering the last bit of strength you turned to look at them and saw Bohyuk starting to walk to your table.

You weren’t that far from the counter and as you saw him you got up

The moment he saw you he froze on the spot as you took off your scarf. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. Maybe you were.

You saw he blinked a few times and smiled still unsure

“Noona?” he said almost not believing his eyes “is that you?”

“Hello… uhm hi” that was all you could say with a small smile. With just a simple hello you heard how shaky your voice was, and you could feel how your body was also shaking a bit

The girl from before and the other two turned to look at you confused when Bohyuk squealed like a little kid

“Noona!” he reached out to you hugged you tightly, he really did grow up “it is you!” Behind him you could see how the two guys’ eyes widened in your direction.

Both of them were taking off their masks and you saw him rearrange his glasses, you couldn’t see clearly his expression, happy? Sad? But the way he said your name sent shivers all over you

“y/n”

It wasn’t a question; he didn’t sound surprised or excited. Out of all the scenarios you had in your head about this encounter none of them prepared you to something remotely close to this.

You saw his face, his posture, all of him tense up at the sight of you there.

The moment your eyes met his, a whole storm in his head started to form.

-

“Daeun said someone is waiting for me at the cafe do you guys mind if we stop by?” Bohyuk had asked from the back of Mingyu’s car.

“No problem, but we’ll get a free coffee right?” Mingyu said with a smirk “and free muffins?” Wonwoo chuckled, so far he’s been one of the few people who make Wonwoo smile right now, even if is just for a moment.

Wonwoo loves his members, and they have been very supportive, but sometimes just one is enough instead of 12, for him at least.

Mingyu is the most reliable for it, not just because he’s his roommate, but because he’s been the best friend he needed.

Somehow his aura just makes Wonwoo feel calm and just good even if it is for a little while.

Mingyu has been the best one out of the 12 right now but Wonwoo won’t admit that in front of him, or the rest of the group.

Everyone will be sulking and arguing about how they are better, and it would be chaotic, and he’s not up for it right now.

They walked inside the cafe and Mingyu started arguing about how Bobpul could beat kkuma and latte, pushing Hyeon a little causing her to trip

“Gyu stop it” Wonwoo smiled a little through his mask and started to look at the menu, but something felt odd, he felt uncomfortable so suddenly and he couldn’t put a finger on what it was.

“Daeun, you said someone was looking for me” Bohyeok leaned into the counter and Daeun smiled

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, Wonwoo often thinks she’s too energetic sometimes, but he won’t deny it she’s adorable, but she still has way too much energy.

She reminds him of her, of both his mother and y/n at times and now he remembers why he doesn’t come here as often as he should to see how his mother’s cafe is doing.

Wonwoo kept looking at the menu deciding what to get so he could leave as soon as possible, but then he heard Mingyu gasp looking at Wonwoo’s brother who froze like he had just seen a ghost

“Noona? Is that you?” he squealed and Wonwoo tried to get a better look “Noona it is you!”

No, it can’t be.

Wonwoo took off his mask and adjusted his glasses looking at the girl Bohyuk shamelessly hugged. He felt like all the air left his lungs and his heart stopped only to beat 100x times faster.

She’s here, she’s standing there hugging his brother and smiling.

“y/n”

Surprised, glad, sadness, nostalgia, disbelief, resentment, disappointment and anger, Wonwoo felt all that in seconds, yet he didn’t say anything, he couldn’t form a sentence, he didn’t want to.

Wonwoo just stood there for a moment and all he could think now is, what the hell was she doing here?

“Uhm, Hi, hello…. Hi” she looked like a total stranger to him, so different now even though they did plenty of video calls.

This was the first time he saw her in person in years.

“I was, uhm I wanted to talk to you” you said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and fixing it after Bohyuk finally let you go “to both of you”

You looked at Wonwoo for a moment that felt like hours and that did it for him.

“We definitely ha—" Bohyuk tried to speak

“I’m leaving” Wonwoo couldn’t do this right now, it was not happening, so he just put his mask again and took the car keys from Mingyu’s hand abruptly 

“Wonwoo” Mingyu tried to take the car keys back “what are you—” Wonwoo just scoffed and rolled his eyes

“I’ll wait in the car” he just mumbled walking past Bohyeok looking straight ahead, he didn’t even look back at you

“Woo!” he heard you, but even though a part of him wanted to go to you, he just couldn’t.

He really didn’t want to do this now

You looked at Bohyuk and he shook his head, you could see he was a bit frustrated and exhausted. As if this was normal.

“he’s been… he didn’t uhm” Bohyuk just looked away rubbing his temples

“He’s not taking it well” You recognized him now, how can you forget.

Kim Mingyu.

Seventeen member, Wonwoo’s roommate and best friend. “hello Noona” he said softly with a small smile. He was always gentle and bubbly, but you can see he also changed. This man is not bubbly, at least not right now.

Even if there was something that changed you could see two things didn’t, his kind eyes and a smile that will always bring comfort.

“Hi Mingyu” you tried to give him a smile, but your mind was all over the place, you looked at the door “I need to talk to him, I’ll be back Bo” you rubbed Bohyuk’s arm and tried to walk out the cafe but you felt a hand gently grab your arm

“Noona, be careful” Mingyu looked at you then at the door and sighed “he’s still grieving and he’s just, really really not himself right now, keep that in mind please?”

Frowning you nodded as he let your arm go, allowing you to walk out.

Wonwoo was looking at the ground playing with the car keys and… smoking?!

Since when does he fucking smoke!?

“Wonwoo what are you do—" before you could say anything else he just held up his hand and threw the cigarette away, barely touched.

“Leave” he didn’t even look at you, he was trying to avoid any contact with you.

“Woo”

“No, don’t call me that. Leave me alone”

“Wonwoo, I want to talk to you” you were almost whispering, confused and scared.

“I don’t want to do this right now and I really don’t want to talk to you” he groaned and rubbed his temples

“Why not? Talk to me please! I came here to see you and your family; I’m here for y—" he scoffed letting out a fake laugh

“Here for me? really?” Wonwoo’s expression, you can’t even describe how dark and angry he looked “where were you two months ago when my mother got sick?” he started to rise his voice “where were you when she died? when we had to arrange the goddamn funeral? When we had to bury her?” he stepped closer to you, making you flinch “where were you when I needed you?” his eyes started to fill with tears, and you could see his anger. He looked like a totally different person.

“Wonwoo, I wanted to come here I jus—"

“No! you weren’t here Jung y/n you left me. You didn’t even called when this happened!” he yelled “who the fuck does that! Even Somi went to my mother’s funeral!”

“What?!”

“Yeah, Somi came to the funeral, and she was there with me” you took a step back, Jeon Somi, you felt something stir inside you at the mention of her name “she was there next to me, and you weren’t, how the fuck is that right?”

“You were with her?” you were trying to repeat it thinking maybe he can change the answer

*-*-*-*

2017

“Basically, that’s what’s going on right now at Uni” you sighed while letting yourself fall on your bed while Hana was on the floor trying to draw something for her project “but anyways, tell me how your week was?”

“It was ok, we had rehearsals yesterday for the comeback showcase, as usual Dokyeom kept busting our ears oh yeah Mingyu broke the vlog camera when we went bowling so I don’t think we have enough footage of that day”

“Why am I not surprised?” you laughed with Wonwoo “too bad I’m here I would’ve loved to beat you at bowling!”

“I bet you could beat up Chan and Gyu” he chuckled “uhm what else? Oh, we saw the girls from I.O.I.  well, more like Gyu dragged us to them”

“Well, that’s new” you laughed listening to him but you could feel how Hana looked up at you tilting her head

Something inside you felt uneasy, your chest tightened and a really uncomfortable feeling started to build

“There was—"

“Noona!” you saw someone snatch Wonwoo’s phone “Hi!! Look seriously Wonwoo needs a reality check, he had one poor girl almost fainting over him and he was proud of it”

“I was not proud!” you heard Wonwoo shout “you were the one flirting!”

“Oh please, your ears turned red the minute she asked for your number and to go on a date” he chuckled “she’s— what was her name again? Somi?"

“She asked for a date?” you asked rather loud, but you couldn’t help yourself. Hana also stopped what she was doing to listen to the conversation.

You didn’t care, all you could think about was how too straight forward that was and you didn’t like that at all.

“Yeah! She’s got balls, she was flirting and all! I could even see the way she was like drooling over Wonwoo Huyng” Mingyu laughed at the memory “I think that made Wonwoo Hyung’s ego get too high, and he liked it”

“Oh really.” you lifted an eyebrow and chuckled “tell me more about this girl, Somi” Mingyu’s smile was slowly fading and turning into something more awkward.

Mingyu was sweet, clumsy and a yapper who sometimes rambles about the weirdest things, but he knows how to read a person, how to read a girl considering he has a sister, so he just looked at Wonwoo and then back at you, his expression replaced by a mischievous awkward smile

“Uh ha, oh my! I think I left the stove on I should go” Mingyu chuckled passing the phone back to Wonwoo who was clearly glaring at him

“you’re not even using it! Yah! Kim Mingyu!” Wonwoo shouted, he rubbed his forehead and sighed. “He seriously is exaggerating everything”

This is interesting, a new girl.

“Oh really?” you smiled adjusting yourself on your bed “so, she didn’t ask you out?”

“Uh. she did” chuckling he tilted his head “but I didn’t say yes”

“You didn’t say no!” you heard Mingyu shout in the background making Wonwoo groan, Mingyu was really testing his patience.

“Seriously Kim Mingyu mind your own business”

“You should go with her” as soon as you said it Wonwoo looked at you with wide eyes. “It could be good, I mean I might go on a date too”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth you regretted it.  Hana and Wonwoo stared at you with their mouths slightly open.

“What? A date with who?” Wonwoo exclaimed and Hana left her stuff on her bed approaching you, sitting in front of you out of Wonwoo's sight, she had this eager ‘gossip’ look.

“Oh, right well his name is uhm Jae” you cleared your throat “yeah, him so, look you go with Somi I go with Jae, it would be like a double date but from afar”

Hana was in shock and then threw her head back holding whatever curse word she would say after and sat back on the floor rolling her eyes muttering something.

“I see, well then I might call her” he said way too serious and the whole vibe changed.

“Yeah you do that, I might call Jae then”

“Right, well I have to go Seungcheol hyung is calling for us” he sighed rubbing the back of his neck, his smile looked way to forced, almost fake “let’s call later to catch up on our dates, bye Sun”

A tiny moment of silence, both of you were waiting for something, neither of you know what it was.

“Yeah sure, bye Won” so you decided to hang up first, you tossed your phone pinching the tip of your nose. This was not good.

“I can’t believe you said that” Hana shook her head and sighed “out of all the boys in our class, out of all the boys at this university, you picked Jae?”

It was funny, Jae seemed the quietest guy ever, you’ve barely talked. He lives in the building with another girl who you assume is his girlfriend. You don’t really care to be honest.

Jae’s name was the first name that popped in your head, it didn't matter it was a lie after all.

“I just, I couldn’t help it”

“Pea, you lied to him why?”

“I honestly don’t know, it just slipped out” you covered your face with the pillow groaning “I don’t want him to go out with her she’s annoying”

“How do you know that?” she laughed a little before staying silent for a few seconds “Pea, are you jealous?”

“What!? No of course not. I just don’t want him to get around annoying girls”

“You are jealous Pea” Hana giggled and sat next to you waiting for you to rant away

“He’s my best friend” this feeling you had was fear more than anything. Wonwoo is your best friend. It’s wrong, but all you could think of is that he’s yours.

It was simple, you just were afraid that someone else, some annoying girl would take your place as his friend, you were scared to be replaced.

Yeah, that’s what this is.

*-*-*-*-*-*-

 Back 2022

“Oh? did that piss you off? Yeah, that pissed me off too”

You sighed and looked up trying to calm yourself and the green monster that was threatening to come out

“Why are you mentioning her? I’m trying to explain myself to you”

“Well, I don’t want to listen to you, I mentioned her because it’s fucking hilarious how she was there, and you weren’t my oh so called best friend”

“Wow, Jeon Wonwoo you really are something” you sighed, you probably shouldn’t do this right now “are you comparing me to Somi?”

“What, does that bother you? oh good” he chuckled it was bitter, and he was straight mocking you to be honest

“God damn it Wonwoo” you rubbed your forehead, frustrated by this interaction and tried to calm yourself “I get it, you’re mad but please stop, let’s just talk”

“Fine, let’s talk” his expression darkened and his posture hardened “let’s talk about how it was so easy for you to leave, let’s talk about how you cut me off from your life because you were now a college girl in England surely living life, let’s talk how you weren’t here for my mother, how you weren’t here for me”

“Wonwoo” your voice was now lower but firm this escalated too fast, and it is going to end up badly because slowly, you were getting frustrated “are you going to keep lashing it all on me or are you going to calm down and listen? Why are you making this so difficult”

Wonwoo scoffed and raised an eyebrow taunting you almost

“You made it difficult not me” he looked at you, his expression cold and distant something you never expected to see.

This was an angry Wonwoo that you’ve never seen before. He’s right, he had changed.

“Wonwoo please, can you just listen to me for a moment? I know you’re hurting I just”

“No, you don’t! You don’t know what it feels like” he yelled making you flinch

“Then talk to me, I’m right here!” this whole thing was too much, so now it was you begging. Wonwoo was angry, you get that and Mingyu’s words were the only thing keeping you from snapping back at him.

Wonwoo is not himself right now, he’s still grieving.

“Oh right, you are here now” he scoffed, his eyes still cold, and his expression didn’t change, he was still angry and frustrated “Tell me, who do you want to meet? Let’s get this over with”

“What?” speechless you just blinked a few times before those words sink in

“There must be an idol or celebrity you want to meet now that you have a ‘famous best friend’ ” he crossed his arms and looked at you with a smile that scared you, and a Wonwoo you didn’t recognize “otherwise, why would you come back?”

For a few seconds you were in shock, frozen. What he said was confusing you, frustrating you and certainly offending you.

Does he really think that?

“Are you fucking serious right now? We’ve known each other for years and now you’re— Wonwoo, do you really think that low of me?” you were holding your tears, hurt mixed with anger. Right now, you couldn’t tell if he was serious.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to think” he let out a chuckle shaking his head

 “You’re angry, I get that. Now you’re yelling at me without letting me talk and then you compare me to Somi” your eyes were now filled with tears, but you didn’t let them fall. No matter what, you’re not going to cry, not yet. “And now you think I would use you?”

Wonwoo’s anger was still boiling inside him, he’s still seeing red and hurting, and he wasn’t thinking straight letting his emotions take over him.

“No, you’re right I shouldn’t compare you to Somi” he paused and chuckled, but his stare remained cold and distant, he just stared at you for a few seconds “because she was with me, she was by my side that day making me feel like someone else cared. She was a better friend in 2 days than you this whole time”

Wonwoo froze he regretted the words that left his mouth, he regretted everything. The anger that was suffocating him and clouding his mind and reasoning dissipated, making him feel the weight of everything he just said.

Standing there you felt like everything was spinning, and all you could do was stare at him, mouth wide open but no words coming out.

Did you hear him correctly? Did he just say all that to you? Wonwoo looked away and without saying another word he got inside the car and drove off.

Cold. That’s how you felt.

Like you were pushed inside a freezer, without moving for a few seconds just trying to let it sink in. Still trying to understand what happened.

The boy, no, the man that stood next to you was a total stranger.

That man looked nothing like the boy you knew, the awkward guy with soft eyes, shy bright smile and glasses; the slim tall guy, black soft hair and sweet deep voice was nowhere to be seen.

Not because he was grown up, no.

That boy simply wasn’t there. Mingyu was right, he’s not himself.

Maybe you just didn’t know him anymore, he did change.

“Noona, Let’s talk inside come on” you didn’t even hear when Mingyu walked to you. Still speechless by what Wonwoo said you followed him to sit down with Bohyuk.

“Daeun can you please bring us some water?” Mingyu said while sitting down next to you “Noona”

Mingyu’s voice was soft, sweet and calm. Like he was just trying to calm down the storm, he knew you were trying to fight inside.

“S-Somi there that day?” you didn’t even recognize your voice. Mingyu wanted to lie, but he witnessed everything and saw how hurt you were, he just looked down

“Yeah, she was”

“Well, that’s just” it was like another affirmation to how shitty all this was “just fucking perfect” Wonwoo didn’t just say it to piss you off, it was true. Sighing you covered your face with your hands feeling more and more heavy with guilt and hurt.

“Here’s the water” looking up you thanked Daeun, and she just smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder before she left.

Bohyuk was quiet, Mingyu was looking at you softly understanding what happened and the girl next to Bohyuk tried to give you a small smile

Looking at her you remembered that you haven’t even talked to her properly

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” you got up and bowed, how rude of you “I didn’t introduce myself, I’m y/n nice to meet you”

“Oh my! it’s okay!” she smiled shaking her hands standing up to bow back “I’m Hyeon nice to meet you Unnie”

“Ah please, you can talk comfortably please” you sat down “same for you two, please”

“But—"

“No buts, really it’s fine” you smiled trying to hide the fact that you could actually feel your heart breaking

“He didn’t mean it” Mingyu said tilting his head when he saw you spacing out “I heard what he said, and I can assure you he did not mean it”

Smiling a little while looking at the glass of water you wondered and for a moment you believed it. That’s what you wanted, to believe he didn’t mean what he said just a couple of minutes ago.

It wasn’t easy, he didn’t say you had a bad haircut, that red is not your color or that your shirt looks weird, it was deeper.

“Well, it sure sounded like he meant every single word” you took another sip of your water “look, I get it, he should be upset with me, I wasn’t here and for that Bohyuk, I’m really sorry”

“What? No! You don’t have to—" he finally looked up, his eyes completely wide and he looked alarmed by what you said. Bohyuk never thought about blaming you for anything.

Despite what just happened, his previous joy was genuine, he missed you and remembered you fondly.

“I need to apologize, I’ve known you since you were a toddler Bo, and I wasn’t here to be with your dad, with you. With him.”  You cut him off and tried to hold back the tears “your mom was the most wonderful, sweet and beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye to her, and it hurts to think how you guys must’ve felt. God I’m so sorry” you wiped away the tears that fell down your cheeks “I should’ve taken the money I had saved and come here, I could’ve—"

“No, Noona stop” Bohyuk’s voice was firm as he took your hand that was gripping the glass of water way too tightly “if you couldn’t make it, you must’ve had your reasons because I’m sure you wanted to come”

Bohyuk had grown up, he had the same eyes as Wonwoo, he was always a kind kid and you remembered how he used to follow Wonwoo around everywhere when they were kids, how he was an awkward teen before you left. You remember how on weekends he would wake up with his hair all over the place, never tamed and it was a feature Wonwoo also had.

Thinking about how you were going to explain everything, you took a deep breath

“I lost almost everything I had in a fire; shortly after that I got covid and I made it out alive just by luck, the university helped me with the care. Did you know that the treatment for covid was expensive as fuck? I was damn lucky and thankful for the help I received” you took a breath and looked back at Bohyuk with tears in your eyes

“When I saw the news... it broke my heart but I had no money to travel twice, the University had a hold of my files and my moving date was just two weeks after the… after your mom. I wanted to come here, I really did and I’m sorry I couldn’t make it” a small amount of weight was being lifted off your shoulders, but it was still there. Taking a deep breath you continued “I moved back to Korea two weeks after that happened, and I finished settling down just like 4 days ago. I had everything scheduled and I couldn’t change it, I tried” you sighed

Even though the fire was 3 years ago you still had issues, and you had debts because of it. It wasn’t easy to recover.

“Noona, you had your fair share of issues that stopped you from being here” Mingyu placed his hand on your shoulder his warmth grounding you “and it’s completely valid, Wonwoo’s grief is talking for him, you know damn well he’s not like this”

“Mingyu, it’s been 7 years, people change and from what I heard out there I’m pretty sure he did change these 3 years we lost contact”

“Wonwoo’s not like this Noona" Bohyeok said softly “he’s in pain, he’s in this bad place where he blames himself and everyone for her death”

Trying to gather your thoughts, it was impossible for you to not blame yourself, to think you could’ve done more.

“Look, I don’t know you that well, but I do know Wonwoo oppa and he needs someone who knows more of him, although Mingyu and the members had been with him for long, I believe the bond of childhood kind of beats the idol trainee years” Hyeon said making Mingyu gasp and place a hand on his chest

“You’re saying he doesn’t need us? That he doesn’t need me. How dare you!”

“Still a dramatic guy I see” shaking your head you chuckled and Mingyu smiled triumphal and warm.

“I made you laugh, so that’s good” he chuckled, and all you could do was just give him a small smile because he was trying to help you, but it doesn’t feel right, your best friend is mad, furious at you.

It’s making you believe he hates you.

They tell you he didn’t mean it, but you do believe he did. Mostly because he knows how to get to you, he knows all too well that all he said hurt you and he still kept going. He chose to say it, so he meant it.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault” you looked down

“Stop apologizing, we don’t blame you for anything” Bohyuk spoke firmly, after a few seconds he tilted his head and smiled “you should see my dad”

“Oh, I don’t know Bo”

“I know he would love to see you. Dad has a soft spot for you, and you know it” smiling you nodded knowing damn well he does.

“Damn it, Jeon Wonwoo” Mingyu almost slammed his phone on the table, as he scratched his neck “he refuses to come back for us, seriously I’m going to kick his ass”

“Wait he’s not coming back?” Hyeon said almost choking with her coffee “but I left my stuff in your car, and I have to go back to my parents”

“I’m going to call someone, maybe one of the members can come pick us up”

“I could take you, please it’s the least I can do” you looked down as you replied softly “It’s my fault he left”

“We don’t want to be a burden"

“Stop, I’ll take you guys. No buts” you smiled and clapped your hands “let’s go”

“Okay Noona” Mingyu chuckled at you when you glared at him now remembering they kept calling you Noona “hold on, I’ll get something to go”

“Me too” you walked with him to the counter and in a corner, you could see Daeun talking with another girl, and as soon as she spotted you, she ran back way too bouncy to the counter.

The girl just smiled at her fondly, and you saw how she looked like her a bit.

“Hi!” Daeun smiled and tilted her head “do you want something else?”

Waiting for Mingyu to speak, you looked up and he was staring at the girl, raising an eyebrow you saw them share a strange look; a silent conversation going on that looked like both parties were annoyed at each other, so you just chuckled.

“So, I would love that drink you gave me to go please, it was delicious” Daeun smiled wide, and her eyes sparkled

“You really liked that?” she giggled while taking in the order “it’s my personal favorite, but no one asks for it”

“Well, it was great, you did amazing” you smiled and then turned to Mingyu, you nudged him finally getting his attention.

What’s with him anyway?

Mingyu scoffed and looked back at Daeun “What do you want to order Mingyu?” you raised an eyebrow at him waiting for him to come back from the silent war you just witnessed

“Ah yeah, uhm I think I’ll get an am—"

“Americano” the girl in the back said with a chuckle walking to Daeun “so predictable, see you at home Di” she patted Daeun and then looked at you and bowed and as soon as she made eye contact with Mingyu she rolled her eyes walking away.

Mingyu followed her with his eyes but mumbled something as he rubbed his temples.

“Uhm what’s going on?” you whispered to Daeun who just giggled covering her mouth

“Honestly unnie? I’ve been asking myself that for days” she shook her head with a smile as she prepared the drinks.

As soon as the girl left, you looked around to see if Bohyuk and Hyeon saw this weird interaction, but they were in their own conversation.

Clearing your throat, you tried bringing back Mingyu from his trance. Shaking his head he looked back at you as if nothing had happened

“Hello” you grinned crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows while he had this confused but frustrated look on his face.

While for you everything was obvious, he tried to minimize what you just witnessed

“What?” Mingyu crossed his arms copying your posture

“You like her” tilting your head you heard him choke with his own saliva

“I do not, how do you- I mean why would you think that” he shook his head making a disgusted fake face “I definitely do not like her” avoiding your eyes he scoffed

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that” you chuckled “I just got here, and I already know the answer”

“Done! Here’s your order” Daeun approached with your drinks and a tiny paper bag marked with a smile and a ‘be healthy and happy Unnie’ she smiled “this is a double chocolate muffin secret recipe, it’s on me”

“What? No, I can’t take it I’ll pay for it” you nervously said trying to give back the bag, Daeun just shook her head and looked at you with puppy eyes and a sweet smile too adorable to say no to her.

“Please, it’s on me unnie” she smiled “I truly believe a muffin can help to heal a broken heart”

Feeling your heart skip a beat, her words took you by surprise, you realized that for a tiny moment, you forgot about everything and suddenly you were reminded why you were here in the first place and what happened with Wonwoo minutes ago.

Feeling your eyes tearing up and touched by her gesture, you smiled, and it was the first genuine smile that healed a tiny spot in your heart. She doesn’t know you, she saw everything, and she wishes you well.

“I don’t—” You sighed and whipped a tear that almost fell “Thank you Daeun” you said as you bowed at her

“Why does she get a free muffin? I have a broken heart too” Mingyu pouted making you and Daeun laugh at him

“No, you have a huge ego and I don’t have a muffin for that” Daeun stuck her tongue out like a small kid fighting with another kid and laughed “please come back again and enjoy your drink!”

“I don’t have a huge ego she’s the on—” Mingyu took off his hat to run a desperate hand through his hair before putting the hat back and taking a deep breath “whatever, thank you Daeun” Mingyu mumbled still spacing out

Daun giggled and bowed looking at you with a wide smile scrunching her nose, a gummy smile that almost closed her eyes and now you know why you liked her instantly, she reminds you of her.

“If you’re done daydreaming, Bo and Hyeon are waiting for us”

“I’m not thinking about her!” Mingyu whined stomping his foot as you got back at the table.

“I didn’t say you were thinking about her” you grinned looking at him “you came up with that on your own” you looked back at Bohyuk “come on let’s get going”

“Oh yeah, he’s home” Mingyu said as you parked your car, he sighed dramatically “that’s my car, I’m surprised he didn’t crash it”

“Come on Hyeon let’s get your stuff”

“Oh! Wait” You remembered that you bought something for them.

Everyone got out of the car and you opened the trunk “I brought this, for you guys”

“Noona” Bohyuk smiled weakly as you pulled out a basket of flowers, white lilies and orchids and another box of rice cakes “you didn’t have to”

“I did” you smiled “hey it’s for all of you, including your dad, Wonwoo and Hyeon” you winked at her and Hyeon smirked

“let’s go babe, I want to eat them!” Hyeon giggled taking the box of rice cakes from you “thank you unnie, it was really nice to meet you, I really hope we can meet again” she bowed but then changed her mind and gave you a little hug which you returned surprised but gladly. She’s nice.

“Thank you Noona” Bohyuk said looking down, you knew he was trying not to cry as he shook his head and cleared his throat “give me your phone, I’m seriously going to take you to see my dad, no buts!”

You just smiled, he was always a little stubborn and determined to do what he wanted to do, that never changed. After you gave him your number, he hugged you.

“it was nice to see you again Noona”

“Bo I told you, no Noona please” Bohyuk just chuckled

“I won’t get used to it, but I’ll try” he took Hyeon’s hand and looked at Mingyu

“You guys get going, I’ll be there in a minute” Mingyu smiled tucking his hands inside his jacket, Bohyuk and Hyeon nodded and started to walk to the entry of the building “So, what’s going to happen now?”

“I don’t know” you sighed, your mind was partially blocked and confused, “what would you do after your best friend said the most annoying girl is a better friend than you?”

“Look, we both know Wonwoo, and he’s not like that” he sighed “he’s just sensitive and he’s grieving, he’s not thinking clearly”

“I’m trying to believe it, but I’m also hurt Mingyu, a part of me actually believes I should’ve done more, that he’s right and that she’s actually better than me”

“I’m going to say this one last time Noona” Mingyu placed his hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at him “you had your reasons, and what I heard was enough to know that it wasn’t your fault and Somi is definitely not better than you so stop it okay?”

“you’ve always been kind Gyu” you tilted your head looking at Mingyu who looked back at you with wide eyes and chuckled

Mingyu was warm. Like a warm blanket was placed on your shoulders. Mingyu’s kind smile and voice soothed a small part of your barely functional broken heart, and you were thankful for that.

“That was random” he said smiling, giggling softly you raised an eyebrow “what?”

“You have a crush on that girl”

“No I don’t!” he exclaimed way too loud and fast causing you to laugh

“Why are you so defensive?”

“B-because I have no interest in that girl” he crossed his arms full on sulky mode “she’s annoying, she can’t dance, she has bangs, she has a weird habit when she’s concentrated and it bugs me, I can—” you smirked and he rolled his eyes “what now?”

“you’re just trying to excuse yourself, but I could bet 3 million won that those ‘negative’ things you described are the things that you actually like about her and noticed first”

“I did not”

“I’m going to stop here, because you should figure what you feel on your own” you chuckled “but I can tell you something, from that tiny interaction, I know something’s going on”

“There is nothing going on Noona” he stomped his foot down but laughed with you “I should go, I can actually feel Wonwoo looking at us through the window planning how to kill me”

“I doubt it, he can’t see that far, because I bet another 3million that you live on the top floors” you giggled at the thought, Mingyu shook his head

“Don’t underestimate a man’s heart, love gives you superpowers” Mingyu said with his hands on his hips striking a pose making you laugh but it faded quickly as you looked up at the building.

Love gives you superpowers, love.

Without thinking much about it you got inside your car, Mingyu walked to the door once you closed it and leaned into the window as he frowned at you

“He doesn’t love me Mingyu” you sighed turning the engine on and tried to smile at him as he groaned “you should get inside” Mingyu just rolled his eyes

“Fine, but give me your number” you tilted your head and before you could say anything he smiled “I’m up for more talking and updates”

“Oh yeah! I need more updates about that girl” you liked this. He had this charm that it’s really fun to be with him, even if it was just minutes, he’s a ray of sunshine and you can see why he’s everyone’s favorite.

“I don’t li- you know what never mind, be safe Noona” he laughed and waved as he walked to the building.

This visit didn’t go as planned, but it could’ve been worse, or that’s what you’re trying to believe. Taking the bag, you pulled the muffin out, it looked way too cute to eat it. Taking a bite you savored it and you felt tears in your eyes.

This was her recipe you know it is.

What you don’t know is if this will heal your broken heart.

Reading what Daeun wrote on that bag, you couldn’t help but think how can you be happy right now? What should you do now, Leave him alone? Wait for him to calm down? Insist?

This is so confusing. You don’t want to lose him, but you don’t want to be a pain in the ass, not to mention you’re hurt too.

“I hate this”

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Read here Pt. 1.

A/n: This is just the beginning, the next one will be better, a rollercoaster of emotions and more exciting stuff happening

Thank you for reading, never thought I would get this far! I hope I keep doing a good job. Please be kind and patient, i'm still learning.

Love, Ella x

[seungcheorry]

"i'm gonna get going", wonwoo says as he zips his backpack.

"yeah, okay", but you don't even look at him.

"i'll text you once i get there", he tries out, testing the waters. you still don't look up from your phone.

"okay."

he bites back a laugh by pressing his lips together.

"i'm leaving that book you wanted to read, it's on my desk."

"thank you."

wonwoo knows. he knows you're just trying to play it cool and pretend you're not sad - and maybe ignoring him is the best way -, but he can't buy that today. not today. so he walks up to you, standing in front of you on the couch, his tall and broad frame blocking the light that's coming from the window.

"are you mad at me?", but he knows the answer. not at him, maybe just at korea's government.

you finally look at wonwoo, bright eyes staring at him through your eyelashes. his hair is way too short - vernon's buzzcut kind of short -, his glasses are a bit crooked and he has no business looking that good in a plain black t-shirt.

ugh, damn jeon wonwoo.

"i'm not mad", you sigh. "i'm just..."

you shrug, but he gets the feeling.

"come here, let me say bye to you."

"i don't want to. you're not going anywhere, i don't know what you're talking about. for as long as i'm concerned, you're just traveling with your members for a while."

"that fantasy could easily work if mingyu wouldn't be pesting you while i'm gone", wonwoo chuckles. "but i'll tell him to go easy on you, to indulge you."

you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and hugging wonwoo as tight as you can. i mean, it's not like he's gonna spend years away; you know that as soon as he's finished with training, he'll come back to you (and to mingyu, for that matter). but still, it feels a bit bittersweet, doesn't it?

"call me everyday", you tell him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

"you know i can't, babe. but i'll do my best to contact you."

your tiny and defeated 'okay' makes wonwoo chuckle again. he plants a kiss on the top of your head, letting himself smell your shampoo too. as always, it smells like home to him.

and, fuck, he isn't even out that door yet, but he can't wait to come back home already.

a/n: go and serve well, wonwoo. hope you get to rest a bit, we'll be waiting for you. i love you. ❤️🍒

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[imloyaltoscoups]

after shower | jeon wonwoo

You were sitting on the floor, your back resting against the couch, idly scrolling through your phone. The air smelled faintly of soap and shampoo, and you glanced up just in time to see Wonwoo walking out of the shower, the way his white shirt clung to his still-drying skin made your heart race.

He walked over and sat beside you, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he began wiping his glasses with a small cloth. You couldn't help but stare, your head tilting slightly against the couch as you admired him.

Wonwoo looked effortlessly handsome—his defined jawline, the way his lips pressed together in thought as he cleaned his glasses, the droplets of water trailing down his neck. It was too much to handle.

Noticing your gaze, he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He placed his glasses on the table, setting the cloth aside before turning his full attention to you.

“What?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he leaned forward, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

You didn’t answer, your breath catching as he closed the distance between you. His hand came to rest on the floor beside you, his face mere inches away. Your heart raced in anticipation, and you waited, your lips slightly parted.

Then, finally, he kissed you. You kissed him back immediately, your hand moving to his neck as you deepened the kiss. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip, silently asking for entrance.

Wonwoo chuckled softly against your lips, the sound low and almost smug, before parting them to let you in. The kiss quickly shifted as he took control, his tongue tangling with yours in a way that left you literally breathless.

You whimpered softly, your fingers tightening in his damp hair as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further. His hand found its way to your waist, steadying you as he continued to dominate.

When you pulled back slightly to catch your breath, his lips didn’t stray far, brushing against yours as he whispered, “You really can’t resist me, can you?”

You pouted, your cheeks warm as you muttered, “You’re the one who kissed me first.”

Wonwoo smirked, his thumb gently brushing along your jawline. “And you didn’t exactly stop me,” he teased, leaning in to steal another kiss.

When he's done, he leaned back slightly, still close enough that his breath brushed against your lips. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he tilted his head, studying your flushed face.

“I guess you found me pretty handsome, huh?” he said, his tone smug yet teasing.

You scoffed, trying to look away, but his hand gently cupped your chin, turning your face back toward him. “Don’t even try to deny it,” he added, his smirk deepening. “I caught you staring.”

Your cheeks burned, and you playfully swatted at his chest, though it lacked any real force. “You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, trying to ignore how good he looked sitting there with his freshly showered glow.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered you’d become. “I mean, can you blame me? You’re practically drooling over me.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. Maybe just maybe.. you’re a little handsome,” you admitted hesitantly.

“A little?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow and leaning in closer, his face just inches from yours again. “Is that really all you’ve got to say after staring at me like that?”

You huffed, and raised both of your hands. “Okay, okay. You’re extremely handsome. Happy now?”

His grin turned softer but no less smug as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “Very,” he said, his voice low and full of satisfaction. “But I think I need to hear you say it again. Just to make sure.”

Before you could protest, he kissed you once again, effectively cutting off any of your response with a laugh that rumbled against your lips.

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[nonranghaes]

"wonwoo?" your voice is so soft now it instantly catches his attention, and he's already pausing his game. "sorry. this is stupid, but..."

it's one of those nights. he can see is plain as day on your face and in the way you fidget with your own sleeves. he can hear your sniffles and see the way you try to subtly wipe away tears. loving you is the easiest thing in the world for him to do, but he knows that sometimes it can be hard for you to accept it.

"can i... can you," you swallow hard, taking a breath and calming yourself down further. "can you just... hold me for a minute?"

he's already making space for you, saying a quick "of course," as he moves to welcome you into his embrace. he's not surprised when you move so that your ear is pressed against his clothed chest, the thin fabric of his t-shirt not enough to muffle his heartbeat. he wraps his arms around you, controller loosely held in one hand as he waits for you to settle completely.

"do you want to talk?" he says after a moment. you shake your head, and he lets the topic go: if you change your mind, you'll say it.

so he just presses a kiss onto the top of your head, and holds you while resuming his game for now. through your teary eyes, you just watch the screen, arms wrapped around him as you snuggle in a little closer.

"wonwoo?" your voice is still so soft. he looks down, and you just squeeze him as best as you can in this position. "i love you."

wonwoo just draws you in a little so that he can kiss your forehead, one arm staying secured around you. "i love you, too."