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(Wonwoo Imagines) A drabble, fluff!

surprise | jeon wonwoo

pairing: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader

word count: 844

You’re giddy with excitement, bouncing on your feet at the thought of seeing your boyfriend, wonwoo in mere minutes. 

It’s been over two months since you’ve seen him because he and the boys have been preparing for a new comeback that’s required them to be overseas. 

You missed him. Grad school was busy enough to keep you distracted from the fact that you wouldn’t be able to be in your boyfriend’s arms for who knows how long. It was a routine. You woke up, fed your cat, headed to school, TA’ed 2 classes, graded papers, did some research, headed home, made dinner, and spent the rest of the night sulking. 

Wonwoo had invited you over FaceTime to come to their first show in Korea where they’d be promoting some songs on their new album ahead of its release. Your heart sank when you heard the date. Your major research conference was on the same day and you were due to present your work with your lab four times throughout the day making it unlikely for you to go see him. You took the ticket he reserved for you anyway just in case some miracle occurred. 

Your prayers were answered. You and your team finished your presentations by 6 PM so you hopped in a taxi and called Wonwoo’s manager asking if it was possible to surprise him since he wasn’t expecting you. His manager immediately agreed, telling you that they had just gotten on stage and wouldn’t be done until 8:30. 

Your heart was beating. You couldn’t believe this day was here. You noticed on Facetime that his hair was so long now and while you were excited to run your fingers through his beautiful black locks, you were more excited about just being in the presence of the love of your life. 

- 

You arrived at the stadium around 7:30. Wonwoo’s manager gave you a hug and ushered you to their backstage area, telling you to sit amongst the staff so Wonwoo wouldn’t be able to spot you during any last outfit changes. You watched Seventeen’s performance through a screen with their staff in awe of how in-sync they always were despite there being so many of them. You were so proud of them. 

Soon enough, Seventeen’s show is over, all 13 of them graciously bowing until the very end. You knew it would take them a bit of time to make their way backstage so you quickly rushed to a mirror double checking your appearance, feeling slightly silly and overdressed in the suit and skirt set you had worn for your conference. The boys all come pouring in, cheering with your staff, no one spotting you standing quietly in the corner just yet. Jeonghan, Mingyu, Dino, Vernon… where was Wonwoo?

Vernon does a double take as he spots you, immediately running to give you a big hug. Seungkwan also spots you when he walks in, joining in on the big hug, telling you that Wonwoo wasn’t too far behind. You’re parting from Seungkwan when you see Wonwoo walk in. You swear your heart stops and you feel yourself falling in love all over again. 

You just can’t believe it. It’s Wonwoo in the flesh.

Wonwoo turns at the sound of Vernon calling his name, eyes widening as they land on you. He immediately takes big steps heading your way, throwing his arms around you in the tightest hug possible. You hug him back just as tightly feeling your body release a huge sigh of relief. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be able to make it.” Wonwoo’s voice is muffled since his face is pressed into your neck. One of his hands moves to cup the back of your head and you place your hands on his chest. 

“We finished early so I ran out, put myself in a cab and called your manager to see if I could surprise you”

He pulls away from your neck, still holding you so he can take you in properly. 

Your eyes are filled with tears, sparkling as they look up at him. He thinks you always look beautiful, but there’s something about you in this moment that makes his heart beat faster. He moves a piece of hair out of your face, finding that he wants to touch your cheek and take your whole face in his hands. So he does. He pulls you in for a kiss, pulling you in with one hand at the back of your neck tangled in your hand, the other on your cheek. 

The world stops and quiets down. 

It’s just the two of you in each other’s arms as your hearts become one. The kiss deepens as Wonwoo forgets that he’s in a room of people. You pull apart first, blushing at the intensity of his stare and that insane kiss. Wonwoo briefly glances around the room, grateful that not as many people are staring as they had been before. He rests his forehead against yours smiling down at you. 

“I love you.”

"And I love you."

A/N: just a quick little drabble to fuel some thoughts in my brain!

worth it | jeon wonwoo | MDNI 18+

Wonwoo is a shitty boyfriend. 

In the year that you’ve been together, he hasn’t initiated anything. It’s you planning the dates, you remembering the anniversaries, you texting him first and you could honestly go on. 

Before, you never really minded because you thought that that was just the way he was. People express love differently, right? 

love earned, not given | never know part 2 | choi seungcheol

✨ pairing: idol!seungcheol x idol!fem!reader

✨ genre: angst

✨ summary: it's been two years since seungcheol betrayed you and two years since you saved his career. you're both struggling as you struggle to forgive someone who has hurt you.

✨ read part 1 here!

✨background info: -i wanted the girl group y/n is part of to be small so i just chose blackpink LOL. the other 3 members of this group are named kiki, jia, and halle! -y/n is 4 years younger than cheol- she's dino's age. -their group (blackpink) debuted 2 years after seventeen

✨ a/n: oh my goodness yall. why is this the longest fic I've ever written in my whole life. this is my child, i'll never feel prouder of any of my other works than this one. this took 5000 years to write- to all the authors that write 10k+ fics, im dedicating this story to you bc idk how yall do it.

✨ disclaimers: you guys already know this is NOT how I see Seungcheol, how I perceive his role in svt, how I perceive his attitude towards women, and how I perceive him as an artist. he's merely just a placeholder for this story. i love cheol so so much he's such a beautiful human and I want to make you all know this story is completely fictional. I purposefully left out what he said because it is up to your imagination. if you're interested, dm me as i had originally written it in the story but decided to remove it so it doesn't distract from the plot!

The crowd cheers, deafening screams as Seungcheol waves goodbye with a huge smile on his face. 

The second the stage screen door closes, Seungcheol’s hand drops with a deep sigh. He mechanically turns to the flurry of staff who help him remove his mic pack, eyes blank and heart heavy. When they’re done, he walks away, running a hand through his hair. 

Wowww 🥹

Vice;Grip || chs || Masterpost

(banner by @itaeewon)

Vice;Grip Vernon x afab reader || angst/smut/fluff || fuckbuddies!au NSFW - minors DNI

Status: complete - all chapters posted wc: 32k total; 5 chapters

Warnings: Frequent depictions of depression, depressive episodes, panic attacks, and substance abuse (alcohol, weed, and pills mentioned). PLEASE know that these characters’ relationships with drugs and alcohol are not healthy and should not be emulated. If these topics are triggering to you, please consider sitting this one out.

Additional warnings for: language, drinking, eventual smut (individual sections will have more detailed warnings)

Author's Note: huge thank you to @eoieopda and @sailoryooons for beta-ing, accepting many screenshots and rambling voice notes, and answering a lot of questions as I worked on this.

Series Teaser:

You both knew why you were there. You both knew what you needed out of it: just sex, just fun.

The just of it failed to last.

You know precisely the first time it was different, the first time it wasn’t for fun. You needed the same things as always: his mouth hot on your skin, his hands roaming, the feeling of him emptying your mind and pushing every bad feeling out like there wasn’t room for them anymore. But for the first time, you didn’t want those things for enjoyment.

You wanted them as a salve.

Make it not hurt, you could have asked him. Or, at least, make it hurt in a way I choose. 

Playlist: you can call me in the middle of the night / you can leave before i wake up in the morning / and it could feel so wrong / but i'll still hold on

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this series was fucking phenomenal, i can’t even consider reading or let alone writing fwb vernon again at this point it was so beautifully done and also as someone with who’s also battling depression it’s so easy to write it in a cliche way but not here honey oh no this is golden, it deserves way more love 🩵

uwasfhashj thank you so much!!!!!

Oh my god why is he so 😩😩😩😩 how someone is so unbearably hot and cute at the same time 😭😭😭

photo cr. to OptUScoups on twitter/x

Warning Signal [J.WW]

Two targets you need to figure out, alongside the one person you most despise, and zero mistakes allowed.

In a treacherous turn of events, your most recent mission gets tangled with Wonwoo's, the last person you'd want to partner up with.

As the lives of your targets get more and more intertwined, and your plan gets more complicated, memories of the past and feelings you thought you could put aside threaten to ruin the mission.

pairing: criminal!wonwoo x criminal!fem reader

word count: 26,2k

genre: criminal au, heist au, exes to partners in crime to lovers, violence, angst, smut.

MINORS DON'T INTERACT! YOU'LL BE BLOCKED

content warnings: (read all of them pls, the list is long for a reason): unethical characters, graphic descriptions of violence, vague descriptions of what their "job" is, wonwoo's a menace, betrayal, jealousy, pet names, shitty family dynamics, criminal acts, stalking, spying, manipulation, invasion of privacy (planting microphones, mention of hacking home security cameras), use of fake names, fake identities, stealing, poisoning (not deadly), puke, both wonwoo and mc start fires, use of guns, multiple fight scenes, injuries, blood, murder (implied and explicit), death (not the main characters), happy ending | explicit smut, teasing, manhandling, marking, fingering (f rec.), unprotected penetration (they're stupid, you shouldn't be!), creampie, multiple orgasms.

gentle reminder: this is a fictional work, it doesn't represent how any of the real people mentioned are like in real life

How do you move on from the man you thought you'd marry? You can't. As you navigate the bittersweet memories of your shared dreams, you are forced to grapple with the harsh reality that Vernon has found someone new.

one | two | three | four | five

Playlist: Did You Like Her in the Morning by NIKI, champagne problems by Taylor Swift, Fine by Taeyeon, His Car Isn't Yours by Wendy ,

“What are you making?” you heard Vernon’s familiar voice behind you as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his embrace. He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, and you leaned back into him.

“Eggs,” you replied, smiling as you rolled the omelet in the pan.

Vernon hummed, nuzzling his nose against your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. “I love eggs.”

“Good,” you chuckled, basking in the gentle intimacy. “Because that's all we have. We need groceries.”

“Then let's go together later,” he murmured, turning you to face him.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend, handsome in the morning light filtering through the windows of your shared apartment. There were remnants of sleep in his half-lidded eyes and messy locks of brown hair. His lopsided smile was something you’d grown familiar with but still couldn’t get enough of. He was beautiful in a way that made your chest tighten with love and disbelief.

You lifted the spatula, careful not to graze his neck as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tiptoeing, you pressed a brief but tender kiss to his lips. “Did you sleep well?”

“The best sleep I’ve had in days,” he murmured, his voice low as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered on your cheek, thumb tracing the outline of your jaw. “Thanks to you.”

I am SOBBING. What a beautiful story…loved this so much ❤️❤️❤️

The Anchor in His Storm

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups) x Reader

Genre: Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship

The practice room was unbearably silent.

Not because things were peaceful, but because exhaustion had stolen the members’ voices, their energy drained from the past week of relentless schedules.

Seungcheol stood in the center, fists clenched. His eyes swept over his members, his brothers, who were sitting on the floor, sweat dripping, chests heaving, bodies barely holding themselves up.

And yet, the company had just sent word: More practice. Another hectic week ahead. No breaks.

“Let’s run it again,” Seungcheol forced out, though his voice lacked its usual fire.

No one moved.

Joshua rubbed his face tiredly. “Bro… we can’t.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, his frustration simmering. “We have to. We don’t have a choice.”

Jeonghan, lying flat on the floor, opened one eye. “You mean you don’t have a choice. You’re forcing yourself to push through this, and we all know why.”

Silence.

Seungcheol’s jaw tightened. “I'm the leader. If I stop—”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Jeonghan interrupted.

The words struck something deep in Seungcheol’s chest. But before he could respond, a voice suddenly cut through the tension—

“Hyung, I’m calling Y/N.”

Seungcheol’s head snapped up as Seokmin held up his phone, already ringing.

“Don’t—”

Too late.

The call connected, and your sleepy voice filled the room. “Huh? Seokmin? What’s going on?”

Seungcheol swallowed. He hadn’t spoken to you all day, hadn’t even had time to breathe properly and now, now, he was seconds away from breaking.

“Y/N?” Seokmin handed the phone to Seungcheol.

For a moment, he hesitated.

But the second he heard you softly call his name, “Cheol?” the dam inside him cracked.

His fingers curled around the phone, grip tightening. “Baby…” His voice wavered, his exhaustion evident.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, concern lacing your tone.

Seungcheol’s throat burned. He had held everything in for so long, had been strong for everyone, but hearing you, his safe place, shattered every wall he had built.

“They won’t let us rest,” he finally admitted, his voice raw. “We just finished a full week of schedules, and they want us to keep going. The guys are exhausted… and I—” His breath hitched. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

There was silence on the line. Then, you exhaled softly.

“Cheol,” you murmured, your voice a gentle balm to his frayed nerves. “You need to stop carrying this burden alone. Look at your members. They’re already giving their all for you. Now, let them take care of you, too.”

Seungcheol’s gaze flickered to the members, who were all watching him quietly.

Mingyu gave him a small nod. Jeonghan offered a lazy thumbs-up. Even Wonwoo, barely keeping his eyes open, muttered, “She’s right.”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, exhaling shakily.

You continued, “Baby, you’re human. You’re not invincible, and you don’t have to be.”

Something inside him broke. The weight on his shoulders, the exhaustion pressing against his ribs, all of it suddenly felt too much.

And for the first time in forever, Seungcheol let himself fall.

“I’m tired,” he whispered.

“I know,” you soothed. “So stop holding it in. Let them see that their leader is human, too.”

Seungcheol opened his eyes.

The members weren’t waiting for a command. They weren’t expecting him to be strong. They were just there, his family, standing beside him, ready to carry the weight together.

Slowly, Seungcheol exhaled.

“Let’s stop for today,” he finally said.

A collective sigh of relief filled the room. Seungcheol felt his own body relax as he sank onto the floor, resting his head against the wall.

Through the phone, you smiled. “Finish up and come straight to me.”

His breath hitched.

You lowered your voice, soft and warm. “I’ll make you feel better.”

Seungcheol shut his eyes for a moment, letting the comfort of your words settle deep in his bones.

“Yeah?” he murmured, the exhaustion in his voice now mixed with something lighter, something like hope.

“Yeah,” you promised. “Now get your ass here, leader-nim.”

For the first time in days, Seungcheol let out a real, genuine chuckle.

The members all exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. “Wow. That was fast,” Dino mumbled.

Jeonghan smirked. “And that, boys, is the power of love.”

Seungcheol ignored them, already grabbing his bag. “Alright, let’s clean up and leave.”

As the members moved sluggishly to gather their things, Seungcheol kept his phone close to his ear, (after giving back dk's phone, he asked you to call him instead so he can keep hearing your voice) listening to you talk about how you’d prepare his favorite meal, how you’d let him vent as much as he needed, how you’d hold him until he fell asleep.

And suddenly, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could breathe again.

Because no matter how heavy the burden, he had you.

And that was enough.

fuck the neighbors

pairing: jeon wonwoo x f reader

summary: curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back- at least, that's what they say.

warnings: swearing, blood, asshole!wonwoo, mingyu is canonically a whore, light blasphemy, smut (18+ ; mdni)

word count: 3.3k

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