#jung sewoon oneshot

[imagineproduce101]

♡Stay

You looked down at the mug of tea in front of you awkwardly, sighing as you caught sight of your reflection in the liquid, no longer hot. You’d been asked out on a date for Valentine’s Day by a co-worker, and he was an hour late, but more than likely, not showing up at all. Thinking about your predicament made you want to burst in tears-- stood up on Valentine’s Day, what a loser.

You felt miserable sitting there all dressed up, with your hair done nicely and everything. You were such an idiot to think he’d want to go out with you.

“Thank you all once again for your amazing support tonight, I hope you all have a wonderful night,” the live act, a lovely guitarist who had an amazing voice as well, said into his mic. You’d noticed him in and out during your hour at the cafe, given how he was also fairly handsome, but your anxiety and distress at getting stood up overshadowed any possible ogling. “To finish up the night, here’s Sugar.”

You tapped your foot as you concentrated fully on the performer, letting his honey-smooth vocals soothe you. He really was an amazing singer, you thought to yourself offhandedly after checking your phone once more. Just the uplifting sound of the performer’s song made you hold out hope just a little longer, and you found yourself waving over the waiter, asking for a fresh tea.

Once you had the tea, the performer finished up his act before thanking the audience once again.

“Have a happy Valentine’s Day, everyone,” the performer’s smooth voice said through the speakers, and you jolted as his eyes suddenly focused on you, a charming smile on his lips.

You sighed again, reminded of your situation as you took another sip of your tea. You checked your phone again-- an hour and fifteen minutes late. This guy really wasn’t showing up. You took a final sip of your tea, getting ready to grab your wallet and head out of the cafe.

“Taking a night to yourself?”

You coughed at the sound of that familiar smooth voice, quickly setting your mug down.

“Oh, did I startle you?” The performer’s eyes widened as he patted you on the back, “ah, I’m sorry!”

“No, no,” you waved your hand, “it’s alright. And no, I was, ah, actually stood up. Kind of embarrassing.” You felt your cheeks heat up at confessing something like that to this handsome man.

He frowned, taking the seat across from you. “Well, that won’t do. Hey, Jaehwan!”

The waiter hurried over, raising an eyebrow, “yes?”

“Could you grab two slices of that awesome red velvet cake?” The performer handed the waiter, Jaehwan, a bill, “and some water?” Jaehwan nodded, heading off to the back.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” you felt your cheeks getting even more pink, “I was just heading home.”

The performer smiled at you, revealing perfectly white teeth, “it’s alright, I want to. I’m Sewoon.”

“(y/n),” you replied shyly, shaking Sewoon’s hand.

“Well, (y/n),” Sewoon said, leaning forward slightly, “tell me about yourself, I’d like to get to know you, if you’re willing to treat this as our first date.”

Your eyes widened slightly before you felt yourself shyly. “Well, for starters, I work at a start-up company doing data entry.”

The two of you ended up sitting in the cafe until closing, talking over empty plates and mugs into late in the night. Sewoon walked you home, and quickly punched his number into your phone as he stood on your front steps, cheeks a light pink under the orange light of the street lamps. You waved happily to him as he walked down the street, waving back, and a new feeling of warmth washed over you.

[singingmyreverie]

College AU Masterlist

Hi I’m just a passerby fangirl with a few oneshots :)

Wanna One

Yoon Jisung

Ha Sungwoon 

Hwang Minhyun

Ong Seongwoo

Kim Jaehwan

Kang Daniel

Park Jihoon

Park Woojin

Bae Jinyoung

Lee Daehwi

Lai Guanlin

NU’EST W (that W hurt to type ok)

Kim Jonghyun (JR)

Kang Dongho (Baekho)

Other Produce 101 Trainees

Jung Sewoon (Starship Trainee)

Im Youngmin (MXM, Brand New Music Trainee)

Kim Donghyun (MXM, Brand New Music Trainee)

Noh Taehyun (Kid Monster of Hotshot)

Takada Kenta (Star Road Ent. Trainee)

Lee Euiwoong (Yuehua Ent. Trainee)

Zhu Zhengting (Yuehua Ent. Trainee)

Some notes to know about the alternate universe:

The university is arts specialized for those looking to be in entertainment (ranges from actors to instrumentalists), idols (all rounders), or behind the scene works (like filming, lighting, stage or costume design, stylists, makeup)

There are a lot of festivals open to public!! Gives students and teachers the opportunity to showcase their works :)

Other Scenarios: Secret Identity Series Masterlist

[godzillalien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Produce 101 (TV), Wanna One (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kang Daniel & Ong Seongwoo, Kang Daniel/Ong Seongwoo Characters: Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwoo, Hwang Minhyun, Yoo Seonho, Kim Jaehwan, Jung Sewoon, Wanna One Ensemble, Park Jihoon, Bae Jinyoung, Lee Daehwi, Lai Guanlin Additional Tags: hinted Sewoon/Jaehwan, hinted Minhyun/Seonho, Established Relationship, OngNiel is together, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Food, Boys Kissing, Might be OOC, Oneshot, hinted PanWink, hinted Deephwi Series: Part 1 of Mizuno Hikaru's P101 oneshots collections Summary:

You have a constellation on your face, Daniel told Seongwoo once. It was right after the first shooting of the show. His tone were amused, his lips were pulled into a teasing grin, his fingertips reached the three dots located on Seongwoo's left cheek. The latter's skin felt warm under his touch, smooth and supple.

Yeah, you're not the first one to tell me that, Seongwoo laughed, and Daniel nodded. After all it was noticed during the shooting, mentioned even. Daniel was sure that part won't be edited and surely aired, means everyone will know the fact as well. It's kinda a pity actually, that he wasn't the first person noticed those moles, nor be the only one.

  or in short: Ong Seongwoo has a constellation on his face: the three moles formed a small triangle that looked just like the Summer Triangle of "The Weaver and The Cowherd" myth. And Kang Daniel named those moles secretly.

[imagineproduce101]

Jung Sewoon Mafia AU

tysm to  @ohkaypopthis as usual coming thru with the amazing a1 plot ideas wow what a legend

*the actual fic is under the read more bc it’s long as hell and i’m not tryna spam people on any of the tags yikes

you gasped, trying to catch your breath momentarily before hurtling yourself off of the building’s roof, landing hard in an open garbage dumpster, the bags just barely breaking your fall

“(y/n)-ssi,” jung sewoon, a high-up member of the 101, your own group’s absolute rival, called from the top of the building, staring down at you with cold brown eyes, “i just want to talk with you, i’m not going to hurt you.”

“bullshit,” you muttered, clambering out of the dumpster

you hadn’t trust jung sewoon’s charming voice and easy smiles when he’d first approached you inside the convenience store where you worked part-time, and you still didn’t trust him now

“(y/n), this is your last warning,” sewoon’s velvety voice said, a tinge of something much harsher in it, “stop running away and talk with me. i can get you out of SVT.”

you just groaned and hopped down from the dumpster, wincing in pain

your body already hurt, and so all the physical activity wasn’t really helping matters

“Fine.”

you glanced up in shock at the total 180 sewoon’s voice had taken, hard, steely and calculated

“taehyun, go.”

there was a loud bang, and you let out a scream as something grazed your arm, adrenaline immediately thrumming through your body

“you fucking shot me?” you yelled furiously, feeling your head start to spin

“I told you, that was your last warning.”

the last thing you heard before you blacked out was that voice, gripping your consciousness with a cold iron grasp

the first thing that you noticed when you finally came to was how fuzzy your head and mouth seemed

“how are you feeling?

that familiar velvety voice pierced through the hazy fog in your mind, and your eyes fluttered open

you were in a hospital room, a few men staring at you

one of them was obviously a doctor, and one of them was jung sewoon

“you just can’t leave me alone, can you?” you managed to croak out despite your incredibly dry throat

sewoon just chuckled and handed you a water bottle after opening it swiftly

“we have a proposal for you.”

you eyed sewoon suspiciously after you’d taken a few sips

“who exactly is ‘we’ and what kind of proposal are we talking?”

sewoon sighed, glancing at the doctor, who frowned

“fine, i’ll take the hint,” the doctor grumbled, shuffling out of the room

“thanks, gunhee,” the other guy accompanying sewoon chirped, before bursting out into giggles

sewoon just sighed and grabbed a folder, handing it over to you

“i can’t move my right arm, dumbass,” you snapped, glaring at the reason why your arm was covered in bandages

sewoon just smiled at you and opened the folder, showing you the files inside

it was full of intel on you-- your family, how SVT had blackmailed you into joining and how you struggled to even barely support your family

“(y/n), you need help,” sewoon said firmly, levelling you with a stare

you looked back at him defiantly, not wanting to admit that yes, you did need something, anything, to get out of SVT

“SVT uses you as a pawn, nothing more,” sewoon continued, pulling up a chair next to your bed

you tried to ignore the heat that was taking over your cheeks, glancing down at the papers in sewoon’s hand to avoid his intense stare

“the 101 can help you, (y/n),” sewoon continued, “we’ve seen your abilities so far-- your talents are wasted on these low-level missions that SVT has been assigning you, and they’re far too risky for you.”

“so what are you proposing, mr. confident?” you retorted

sewoon leaned back in his chair, satisfied knowing that he’d already won half the battle

“stay in SVT for now,” he said, “i’ll check in with you frequently, and you’ll inform us about what jobs they are taking on, their focuses and such. when the time is right, we’ll transfer you to a 101 division that keeps you out of the path with SVT. we’ll also have a few members watch your family, keeping tabs and making sure that they’re safe.”

you considered his proposal, flipping through the papers that sewoon had handed you

it was an enticing proposal, but in all honesty, you were scared, not for yourself, but for your family

“(y/n), I’m fairly powerful in the 101,” sewoon’s velvety voice interrupted your musing, “I can arrange for some our best members to watch your family. they’ll be safe.”

you looked up at him sharply, a bit perturbed by how well he was able to tell what you were thinking 

“fine,” you nodded, handing the papers back to sewoon, “let’s do this.”

working with sewoon wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be

you were definitely nervous about being caught, but sewoon only checked in with you once every two weeks, and was cautious about it

other than that, you continued on your usual svt tasks, while collecting information about jobs, new recruits and plans to sewoon, who passed it on to the other members of the 101

the check-ins became somewhat of a welcome routine 

sewoon would always ask how you were doing, and bring you your favorite ice-cream if he knew you were having a particularly bad week

the two of you developed something akin to a friendship, the two of you sitting at your dining room table, chatting about whatever

it was during those late nights that you started noticing just how charming sewoon’s smile was, and just how soothing his presence was

you didn’t want to admit it, to yourself or to anyone else, but you were slowly falling for sewoon

you knew it was a dangerous path to go down, especially since you weren’t completely free from svt 

however, you did your best to ignore your feelings and focus on the job instead

one night, you received a rather cryptic text message, asking you to sneak into seungcheol’s office and to steal a flashdrive

you were able to deduce that it was sewoon, and you quickly mapped out your plan in your mind

as quietly as you could, you snuck into seungcheol’s office, carefully easing the door open

you knew exactly where the flashdrive would be-- in the second drawer of his desk

stealthily, you made your way to the desk, taking extra care to slowly open the drawer

“well, well, well, (y/n).”

you whirled around as the lights flickered on, revealing seungcheol standing in the doorway to his office, a raised handgun pointing at you

“s-seungcheol-ssi,” you managed to stammer out, hand instantly going to where you kept your own gun

“don’t even try,” your boss replied, lip curling up in disdain

he gestured, and two other members of svt appeared behind him, one of them roughly grabbing your wrists and tying them up with a thick piece of rope

you struggled momentarily, panicking at the thought of what might happen, but you were restrained before you were really able to resist

a blindfold was pulled over your eyes, and you felt something-- possibly duck tape-- being wrapped around your ankles

someone picked you up unceremoniously, prompting another wave of muffled screeches and squirming about

“now, now, (y/n), hold still,” you heard seungcheol croon, before someone petted your hair gently, “after all, we have a certain ritual for those who betray us, don’t we?”

you squirmed even more at that, knowing exactly what that ritual entailed, and it wasn’t pretty

you felt yourself being set down on another seat, presumably in a car, if the sounds and smells were any indicator

as you tried to get your hands free, a thought passed through your mind-- what if this was the night that you died?

“head for the pier, mingyu, the pier,” you heard seungcheol growl from next to you

the command made you think of something--your cellphone

in a stroke of laziness, you’d programmed it to respond when you said “hey, phone”, and then you’d be able to ask it to do whatever you wanted

“hey, phone,” you blurted out, smiling when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket

“what was that?” seungcheol snapped

“I said, you should call jung sewoon. this is his mess, not mine,” you replied, hoping that your phone picked up the “call jung sewoon”

sure enough, your phone vibrated again, followed by a second vibration to signify that he’d picked up

“like hell I’m calling jung sewoon, what am I, an idiot?” seungcheol growled out

“I dunno, Seungcheol,” you said, thinking quickly, “you said you were taking me to the pier, right? Hasn’t the 101 beat you in a shoot-out there before? It’s like, 101 turf now, so won’t you be starting shit?”

“Shut up, (y/n)’

you fell silent again, hoping that sewoon had gotten the message-- and that he even cared enough to do anything about it

a few minutes passed, and the initial nervousness of the whole situation turned into a weird passive panicking emotion that you were unfamiliar with

when you felt the car stop, you felt your heart race a bit more, knowing what was to come

maybe this really was the end, you thought to yourself

in one swift motion, seungcheol yanked the blindfold off of you, and you blinked your eyes a few times to get accustomed to the bright light

“get out of the car,” seungcheol said roughly, yanking you up

you stumbled to follow him, barely able to walk due to the restraints on your feet

“see this?” seungcheol asked, shoving you forward over the edge of the pier, so that all that was keeping you from falling was his tight grip on your shoulders, “this is where the rats who don’t understand loyalty end up. like you.”

“choi seungcheol,” you heard a cold, steely, familiar voice 

both you and seungcheol turned around at the same time, and you gasped, meeting the gaze of those familiar cold brown eyes

sewoon stood at the beginning of the pier, a few others from the 101 flanking him

“give (y/n) up, and we can settle a deal,” sewoon said sternly, eyes darting from you to seungcheol and back

seungcheol smirked at sewoon and the others from the 101, tilting his head back slightly

you felt your heart race even faster, recognizing the sinister, pure evil expression on his face

“jung sewoon, did you really think that you would get the best of me?”

“let (y/n) go, you bastard,” sewoon growled, lunging forward

in one swift motion, seungcheol shoved you over the side of the pier, and you screamed in horror as the icy cold water hit you

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die, was all that you could think as you thrashed around in the cold water, feeling your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen

then suddenly, there was warmth against your neck, your back as you were yanked upwards, and oxygen flooded your lungs again as you gasped for breath

“(y/n)!” sewoon’s rough voice entered your ear, harried and panicked. “are you okay?”

his hands quickly went to undo your gag before undoing your hands and feet, allowing you to tread water

you were exhausted, and it took all your energy just to cling to sewoon as he began swimming towards the shore

the exhaustion from the night made you hazy as sewoon helped you stumble onto shore, weighed down by your wet clothes

“they ran off when they saw we had backups, boss,” another member of the 101 ran up to you and sewoon, panting heavily 

sewoon nodded, accepting the large jacket from him and draping it over your shoulders

you were trembling, your teeth chattering from the cold of the frigid water

“(y/n), are you okay?” he asked quietly, voice now a warm, soothing tone

his eyes pierced into yours, a much softer coffee now

you nodded mutely, tears pricking at your eyes as the memories of the night rushed back to you

sewoon stared at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you

you rested your head on his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks, and he rubbed your back comfortingly

“(y/n), i’m so, so sorry about tonight,” he said quietly, his voice a quiet rumble, “i didn’t think about the implications of that flashdrive, and if i could go back in time and change my decision, i would. i care about you so much, and i’m sorry to have put you in harms’ way.”

you felt him press a tentative kiss to the top of your head, drawing the dry jacket closer around your shoulders

you pulled away from him, hastily wiping your tears before looking up at the taller man

you’d always been one for impulsive decisions, and this certainly wasn’t an exception, you thought to yourself as you leaned up to kiss sewoon on the lips

he gently brought a hand to your waist, holding you closely, as though he was afraid of breaking you

and as the two of you stood there, freezing cold from the icy water, you felt a new kind of warmth spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes

if this wasn’t cohesive/didn’t flow well, it’s because it didn’t; i wrote it in like three different chunks over a four month period yiiiikes

[imagineproduce101]

Heartache

sewoon and the letter for anon

I can see your smile It's what gets me through my hard days

listen to the letter 

The only thing you really registered was how painful your eyes were to open and close, completely swollen from having fallen asleep crying. You were lying in your bed, curled up underneath the thick blankets that your best friend had draped over you the night before.

“I’m sorry, (y/n), but I’m so busy, I can’t juggle both a relationship and work. I think we should break up.”

Just the memory brought another fresh round of tears to your eyes. Your boyfriend, or rather, ex-boyfriend, had broken up with you approximately 22 hours ago, and you felt lost, alone. In your mind, you should have been supporting Sewoon through his stressful time, through the intense hours of being an idol. This had been the first relationship that you’d truly felt at home and completely yourself, from the everyday smiles and twinkling eyes that you and Sewoon shared to the fancy anniversary dinners in fancy outfits. 

You sighed, rolling over onto your side, staring at the picture that rested on your nightstand of you and Sewoon. It was of the two of you at your third date, a cute picture that you’d asked a random person to take. The two of you looked so happy, and you wondered where that had gone. The memory made you tighten your grasp on the blanket, burrowing further into the warmth. You couldn’t help but think that you weren’t good enough, that you had bored Sewoon or that you weren’t attractive enough.

Little did you know, Sewoon had broken up with you because his company had threatened to sue you for causing fans to become angry that their idol was dating someone. He couldn’t bear the thought of his work causing you pain, but he’d failed to consider the pain he’d cause by breaking up with you.

[imagineproduce101]

Mayday, Mayday (Got Me Thinking Bout You Everyday)

After the first time you spilled coffee on an incredibly handsome man at a bus stop, you never expected to see him again. When you spill coffee on him the second time, the two of you get to talking.

written bc sewoon fucking debuted and yes bih

his album is amazing and i rlly love never mind so much omg

and also his stage for the title song is soo cool omgggggg

You sighed, ducking under the awning of the bus stop. It was still raining, though the air was warm and sticky, and you struggled to close your umbrella, dripping wet.

Completely focused on closing the umbrella, you didn’t realize that you had turned slightly, and before you could realize what was happening, you’d swung your umbrella into someone, knocking the cup of coffee all over them.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” you gasped, forgoing your stupid, stubborn umbrella in favor of checking to see if the poor man was okay. “Are you alright? I am so, so sorry.”

The man, who you now realized was incredibly handsome, smiled gently at you. “It’s alright, don’t worry,” he assured you.

“Really,” you sighed, digging around in your bag for your packet of tissues that you carried around, “I feel really bad. I can get that jacket dry cleaned for you, if you’d like?”

“It’s fine, it was an innocent mistake,” the man smiled down at you, “unless you were secretly plotting against me?” You grinned at his playful tone.

“I have a personal vendetta against suit jackets,” you played along, appreciating how he chuckled at your joke.

“But really, don’t worry about it,” the man assured you gently, “I know that it was a mistake, and besides, it’s a black jacket—it won’t even stain. A little coffee never hurt anyone.”

A few days later, you were running a bit late to work, and stepped into a coffee shop to grab a quick cup before heading to work. As you breathed in the bitter aroma, you couldn’t help but think of the handsome man from the bus stop. You’d gushed to your roommate that night about how handsome and kind he was, lamenting that you hadn’t thought to ask for his number, or his name at the very least.

“One latte for (y/n)!” The barista called, setting your coffee down on the counter.

“Thank you!” You said with a smile, collecting your cup. As though in slow motion, you spun around and were met with a hard chest, your coffee going all over the poor man’s clean white shirt.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!”

“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this.”

You looked up to meet the warm gaze of the man from the bus stop, smiling down at you. You groaned, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

“That makes this even worse,” you sighed, rushing to dab at his shirt with a few napkins hastily yanked from the dispenser, “I’m such a klutz, I’m so, so, sorry.” As you carefully wiped at the coffee on his chest, you couldn’t help but notice how nice his musceles seemed.

“Hey, really, it’s okay,” the man said gently, reaching down to carefully take the napkins from you. As his fingers brushed against yours, you realized how close you were to him, breath caught in the back of your throat. The two of you stood there for a heartbeat longer, staring at each other, before the man coughed, gently taking the napkins and dabbing at the stain. “I should probably introduce myself if this is going to become a regular thing,” he joked, sending you a charming smile, “I’m Sewoon.”

“(y/n),” you replied with a smile, “and I really, really hope this doesn’t become a regular thing.”

“What, you don’t like seeing me in the morning?” Sewoon teased, watching as your cheeks turned pink again.

“N-no, it’s not that!” You stammered, flustered at his teasing, “I mean, spilling coffee on you. It’s kind of a terrible way to see someone in the morning.”

“Maybe you should give me your number, then,” Sewoon said with a playful grin, “that way, we can see each other in the morning the right way.”

If possible, your cheeks heated up even more, “Yah! I don’t put out on the first date, for your information.”

“Who said anything about putting out?” Sewoon winked at you, pulling out his phone casually, “you’re lucky if you get a kiss from me on the first date.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to just wait and see then,” you said defiantly, punching your number into your phone. Sewoon chuckled at how adorable you were, pretending to be upset as you huffed.

“That we will,” Sewoon smiled, tucking his phone back into his pocket, “I’ll see you soon.”

[godzillalien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Produce 101 (TV), Wanna One (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kang Daniel & Ong Seongwoo, Kang Daniel/Ong Seongwoo Characters: Kang Daniel, Ong Seongwoo, Hwang Minhyun, Yoon Jisung, Park Jihoon, Kim Jaehwan, Jung Sewoon, Yoo Seonho, Wanna One Ensemble Additional Tags: Ongniel, mentioned WinkNiel, hinted Sewoon/Jaehwan, hinted Minhyun/Seonho, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romantic Fluff, Happy Ending, Oneshot Series: Part 3 of Mizuno Hikaru's P101 oneshots collections Summary:

They used to be inseparable, him and Daniel, teased often as the other trainees mocked that they were joined in the hip. They spent most of their time with each other, in pretense of practicing dance moves and repeating their melodies over and over again, perfecting every line they need to performed. And there were hours of them just lied side by side, muttering random topics, discussing anything else other than the competition itself. Being with Daniel was easier than breathing, happened so naturally—like it was something that meant to be.

Then the competition was over and they kept being busier and busier—their debut was scheduled on August, along with tons of promotion they need to do and a gazillion of ads to shoot. In the beginning it was fun and challenging, until Seongwoo reached the limit and realized that they were slowly drifting apart.

Daniel hesitated for a second before he took Seongwoo's hand and held the older male's wrist. “We rarely hang out these days. I miss hanging out with you, Hyung.”