#nonu

[jeonsupershy]

WONWOO :: MAESTRO mv teaser 2 🎼

[outsockk]

iterator oc!!! meet nonu :3

[lee-aveyourmark]

icons of our lovely wonwoo from the latest episode of GoSe!

ft. jja-jjan nonu! ٩≧^ᴥ^≦۶

[btw-its-tamanna]

Triggered Insaan ki Palworld streams >>>3

[jeonchry]

I don’t wanna be just a good guy

notes: your undisputed praises and comments on his being a ‘good guy’ once elated Jeon Wonwoo but not anymore – not after he realizes that everything that slips past your lips is limited to mere words of admiration for his chivalry.

genre/trope: fluff, a tad bit suggestive, size kink, friends to lovers au

pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

a/n: after ghosting on this app for like two years, i’ve finally mustered the courage to post something i’ve written :D i really hope you enjoy this one ;-; if not imma throw myself out the window–

“Nonu-ah, please pick me up.”

It is your muffled honey voice unsurprisingly, on the other end of the line and he knows that the only time you ever call him by his old pet name is when you’re drunk. Every cell in his body jumps a little upon hearing your voice as Jeon Wonwoo purses his lips together in nervousness and finds himself slowly and senselessly drifting into a trance. It is weird, even to him, that he has begun to react to you this way; everything used to be so casual, so natural between the two of you.

“Nonu!”

You let out a small drunk yelp, snapping him back to reality. He sighs, not because he’s tired of your spamming him with calls and messages every time you’re drunk but because yet another boyfriend of yours has proved himself a douche. Without wasting another second, Wonwoo grabs his keys and steadies himself to babysit you for the umpteenth time.

“Finally, nonu– finally, you’re here.”

You mumble softly, falling onto his broad, sturdy chest when he appears before you, his brows stitched together both in concern for you and rage for your asshole of a boyfriend. His body shivers a little when you hold onto him tighter, your tiny hand gripping the lapel of his jacket as you continue your incoherent babbling. It makes him clench his hand into a fist at how ludicrously adorable he finds you; at how badly he just wants to fall whole for your charms and have enough courage to tell you that he just fucking love you.

He delicately lays you down on his bed, resisting the urge to gaze at your beautiful resting face. Heck, that’d would make him a pervert, he dismisses the idea. But oh well, mid-summer is around the hottest time of the year and the thought of leaving you tossing and turning around in discomfort, especially in those thick fur-coat you’re draped in is deeply disturbing to Jeon Wonwoo. He fights away his near prurient thoughts as his fingers wrap around the collar of your heavy coat and he carefully slips them off of your skin, his fingers subtly brushing against the nape of your neck in doing so.

“Nonu, you’re such a good guy.”

He flinches at your sudden remark, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as you peel off the clothing yourself and lean into him.

“You’d never break my heart like this, you’re too good.” You continue to mumble into his chest, your senses slowly filling up with his wonderful sandalwood cologne. He freezes in his spot for a second longer before jealousy channels into anger and he finds himself spewing out words he never wished to say out loud.

“(y/n), is that all I am to you, a good guy?”

Wonwoo suddenly snaps, making you look up at him, a surprised expression etched onto your face.

“That’s what you only ever say about me. If you think so highly of good guys, why don’t you try dating them for a change?”

Anger gets the best of him and a dumbfounded (y/n) blinks back at him, suddenly making him feel like an eejit.

“But the world has run out of good guys, nonu. The only one left is you.”

You mumble softly, resting your hand on his cheek as you gently caress his face with your thumb.

“And you’re too good to lose.”

Your words set him off.

He stares at you intensely for a good second, as if contemplating his decision, before he leans in and abruptly claims your lips. You inhale sharply at his sudden action, his lips feeling soft against yours as he traces a line on your neck, feeling your pulse throbbing under his fingers.

He pulls away all too soon — all too soon for you to process what just happened — to look up at you to see your reaction.

“…Changed your mind yet?”

He asks breathlessly, a small glint forming in his eyes when he sees your cheeks turn crimson red.

“Or do I need to kiss you again?”

His voice is almost a whisper as he says this. He’s a trembling a little but his uncharacteristic boldness makes your heart pound with nervousness… and something else.

You look up at Wonwoo, your eyes filled with a deep sense of craving for this man. It is all he needs to see in order to press his lips against yours again.

You whimper softly when he pushes you against the bed frame with his body but it’s muffled by his lips moving against yours. Heat starts to creep in through the back of your neck, excitement pooling the pit of your stomach.

The feelings that you fought so hard to suppress, the incessant reminders that he’s just a friend; all your vain efforts in trying to get past your feelings for this perfect being suddenly overwhelms you. And you realize, as his warm veiny hand runs along your waist and pulls you closer, that you can no longer contain yourself;

Your fingers brush against the nape of his neck as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, your lips moving in sync with his, his body frame practically swallowing your tiny body as he needily presses himself on you.

This is a daydream, it has to be. You think to yourself as you slide your fingers along his abs, making him moan loudly into your mouth. You have entertained fantasies of him devouring you whole every night, you were filled with thoughts of him when you kissed another man; you endured years of not having him and secretly dying for him – all of that for what?

He interrupts your train of thoughts when he pulls away and you helplessly whine at the lost warmth.

“(y/n).”

You look up at him in a daze, not exactly responding. How could he have been hiding his feelings for you? Things would have been so much easier if he’d sent you clear signals a little earlier.

“Well, the thing is…” he pauses and gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making you gawk at him like a pervert.

“I don’t wanna be just a good guy.”

He confesses, his voice trembling in nervousness. Your heart-rate accelerates to a dangerous level when he locks eyes with you, his ears undeniably red.

Oh wonwoo, if only you knew.

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[lostones93]

TRAPHOUSE BLUES🥷🥀

OUT NOW ON ALL STREAMING PLATFORMS ⬇️

[wonusite]

Leaning against wonwoo's shirtless chest as you sit naked between his legs. His hands guiding yours, teaching you how to pleasure yourself, despite knowing damn well you'd never do it yourself because he's the only one who'd ever be able to satisfy you. You start mewling and begging him to let you go because it's too much and you him not his fingers. Wonwoo would do anything for you, never one to deny his baby, his love, anything inside or outside the bedroom. He removes your hands and gently flips you over, reaches into the drawer next to your bed to take out a condom because even tho he wants nothing more than to start a family with you, to mark you as his with a swollen belly, it's too soon. He notices you watching him, kisses your nose, eyes, lips, tells you that he loves you and asks if you want to put the condom on for him. You nod, of course you nod, he sits up and pulls his shorts down, along with his briefs, and you take the condom random from him, tear it and roll it down his shaft. You lay back down in the pillows, legs spread wide and arms wrapped around your man's broad shoulders. He slides into you and muffles your moans with his kiss. This is heaven, you think

crying rn this was equally sweet and hot 🫠

[blue-jisungs]

i’m sick to my stomach (i love them so much)

[snaillamp]

JOD - Day 19 - Stay with Me

We had fluff on day 18, so day 19 is the complete opposite. >:)

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Masterlist

Day 19: “I’m not going anywhere” | Wound cleaning | Guilt | Chair |

Right-hand limped out of the forest, pulling someone behind them. Slung over their shoulder was the arm of Leader, who was barely able to walk. Right-hand  whimpered as they sank to the ground, Leader heavily dropping to the ground next to them.

Right-hand was breathing heavily as they rolled onto their back, staring up at the stars, they were still heading in the right direction. ‘We are so close to the bunker… we have to be. We have to keep going.’ they thought.

In the darkness, they looked over at Leader, who was lying still. They turned and shook them, “Leader?” waiting anxiously as they felt Leader’s chest rise and fall, barely. They felt cold. 

Right-hand pushed themself to their feet, pulling Leader’s arm back over their shoulder. Leader groaned, lifting their head slightly. “Right-hand?” “I’m right here Leader. Stay with me, we’re nearly there.” 

They adjusted their grip on Leader’s arm before continuing. Leader spoke again, their voice ragged, “What happened?” Right-hand felt gooebumps erupt over their skin, Leader sounded terrible. “I got us out of there. We’re-” Right-hand’s sentence was cut off as pain ripped through their leg. “We’re nearly there.” They panted, practically dragging their leg behind them. Leader moaned quietly, before slumping against them, sending them both staggering off course. Right-hand righted themself before grunting, pulling the arm of the unconscious Leader over their shoulder a little more, trying to carry their dead weight.

The trees sighed as they broke into the clearing, Right-hand collapsing again. They looked up at the sky, now clouded over, the light of the stars no longer a comfort to them. At least they didn’t need them to navigate anymore.

Leaning Leader against a tree, they limped out into the small clearing, uncovering the bunker door, hidden in the dirt and leaves, pulling it open. They hobbled back to Leader, picking them up under their arms and dragging them along the ground. Slowly, they managed to get them both down the bunker entrance, one agonising step at a time, before slamming the door shut behind them, plunging them into darkness.

They felt the cold, brick wall, pressing the light switch when their fingers brushed it. A dull yellow light flickered on, buzzing as Right-hand looked around. There were many bunkers scattered around the country for teams like them, secret places to remain safe until they were picked up by an evacuation team, a team that couldn’t come soon enough.

Right-hand felt the blood begin dripping down their leg again, swearing as they noticed. They lay Leader on the ground, before stumbling to a shelf and fumbling through the supplies. Finding what they needed, they bandaged their wound tightly, hoping it would be enough to keep them going. They popped out a couple of pills from a box and forced themself to swallow them, gagging at the taste of the chalky tablets.

Turning to Leader, they knelt down and checked them over. There was a large wound on their head and dried blood was all through their hair and down their face. Feeling their chest for breathing, Right-hand could tell that Leader had some badly broken ribs and their breathing was shallow as they took quiet, uneven breaths.

Right-hand grabbed more bandages, wrapping a large stab wound on Leader’s arm and a long gash on their stomach. Leader suddenly woke, hissing in pain as Right-hand brushed their hand against the raw skin accidentally. They let out a cry, scraping their fingernails along the concrete floor as Right-hand quickly tried to wrap the rest of the bandage. “Leader, I gotta fix you up, then we can sort your pain out.” Securing the bandage, Right-hand managed to lift Leader from the floor and move them to a small, low camping stretcher. They were both soaked in blood, not all their own, as Right-hand lowered Leader onto it.

Leader gripped their stomach, fighting back tears in their eyes as waves of pain and nausea washed over them.

Right-hand grabbed a wound cleaning kit and sat by their side, before leaning back and resting their head beside Leader’s shaking shoulders. Opening the kit they swore, trust the people who kept these stocked to cheap out and buy shit antiseptic. They pulled up their sleeves, giving their own wounds a clean until Leader’s shaking subsided. The antiseptic burned as they winced through clenched teeth.

When Leader’s breath became calmer, Right-hand began to clean their wounds. This caused Leader’s body to spasm and they bit back scream as Right-hand cleaned a particularly deep wound. Their eyes grew slightly distant as they gasped in pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Stay with me.” Right-hand was concentrating on causing the least amount of pain as their leader writhed in the stretcher.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Leader grunted through gritted teeth, trying to keep a scream back unsuccessfully when Right-hand dabbed a cut. Right-hand stopped as Leader’s breathing grew faster, their body drenched in sweat. Leader looked up at them, eyes unfocused, “They aren’t coming… Are they?” shaking their head Right-hand kept dabbing, “They will. They have to.” They had to right? Surely they would be found and get out of here?

Right-hand used some more antiseptic to wipe the dried blood off their bodies. The scent was overpowering, smelling like fake pine trees. Leader coughed as they accidentally breathed it in. “Don’t do that.” Right-hand smiled gently, removing the small gauze pad they were using to clean. “The fumes will make you drunk.” Leader let out a pained laugh, “Honestly, wouldn’t mind that right now. Better than this.” They shuddered in pain again.

Nausea ripped through Leader’s body, making them feel like they were on a ship in a storm. They felt the cool sensation of the antiseptic drying on their arm as Right-hand wiped a new gauze pad all over it. “I’d rather you be sober for this one.” Right-hand’s voice sounded slightly muffled. Another wave of nausea washed over Leader, making them groan as the room began to swirl around them, as a jolt of pain ripped through their body, white hot and agonising. Leader’s body arched as the pain ripped through their entire being, before their eyes rolled back and they landed heavily on the stretcher. “Leader?”Right-hand cried out, shaking them to no avail.

Right-hand felt their mind beginning to swirl too. They must have been exposed to the toxin at the facility they infiltrated. That was the whole mission, to blow up a lab that they had received intel on. It was supposed to be manufacturing a new, fast acting, painful toxin that could be used by anyone to interrogate any information out of them, without causing them too much physical harm. No physical injuries? No suspicion. Absolute agony.

Pain began to rip through Right-hand’s body too, soon enough. They were on the lying ground, writhing in pain when they heard a weak voice through the fog… “Right-hand… Stay with me.” Scared, Right-hand flailed towards the sound, “Lie down… You’re with me… I’m not going anywhere.” Right-hand’s mouth was dry, “Neither.” they found their hand being weakly squeezed by another cold, shaky one.

They lay together, sprawled on the ground, drifting in and out until a light broke through the darkness and brain fog. Muffled sounds echoed around them ad the barely conscious Right-hand felt themself being lifted up. The cold, limp hand of Leader dropped from their grip and they groaned, reaching for it again. They promised they wouldn’t leave them alone.

“It’s alright, Right-hand.” The sound of the extrication team around them began to become clear. “Leader…” They mumbled, reaching for them again. “Leader’s right here, they’re fine.” The disembodied voice comforted them. “We got here just in time. A signal went off saying that the bunker had been opened and it’s a good thing it did. You’re both quite lucky.” Right-hand couldn’t make words form in their head as they were carried to a large, black helicopter.

Leader was already being loaded in, wrapped up on a stretcher. Right-hand realised they were lying on one too, as they admired the soft, warm colours of the rising sun.

Once on the chopper, their hand fell from the edge of the stretcher, brushing Leader’s, who’s eyes opened slowly. They looked at each other, too tired and in pain to move, but they weakly smiled. They would get through this together, they weren’t going anywhere.

[likeascrum]

NZ All Blacks appreciation post. Fav moments&faces.

[jeonsupershy]

fluffy long hair jeon wonwoo..save me😌

[outsockk]

PAPER FLIES OUT OF POCKET OH FUCK OHNO

AAAGAHAHSSHSHAHAHAAGAGAHAHAAHHAAHGDSHDHSHSHAHAGHAHAGSAAHAAHHAAHAHAGSGAHAAHAGAGAHAH THE GASP I JUST GUSP

THE SCREAM I JUST SCRUMPT

AGAHAHSHSHSHDHD MY BOY MY BOY MY BOY MY BOYOYYYYY AGAH XE LOOKS AMAAAAZING ADORABLE ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL WHAT A SILLY WONDERFUL GUY IM SURE HE DOESNT DIE HORRIBLY

IM KILLING YOU. IM KILLING YOU IM GOING TO TEAR YOU TO SHREDS YOU ARE SO DEAD DIE DIE DIE DIE

U HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM RIGHT NOW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME

[spacerangersam]

figuring out some of the designs of the characters in my yet to be named roman story :]

[lovelyhan]

Come to the dark side

(Also, ngl I do be forgetting Mingyu is part of your bias line and, not Wonwoo and/or Cheol lol)

I can't do this rn 🗿🗿🗿 i have an exam on tuesday hence the delay in publishing his bday fic AND NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO CONVERT ME??

[hansolsticio]

o nonu tá tão namoradinho no nana tour :( todo vídeo que eu vejo me deixa ruim da cabeça, ele é tão calmo, tão fofinho, namoradinho demais