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vivrant thing (jwy) | mini series masterlist

inspired by the song: ‘vivrant thing’ by q-tip ;

—summary: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.

—pairing: jung wooyoung x f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend's brother au | fluff, angst, smut

—general warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, wooyoung is 2 years older, unprotected sex, alcohol consumption - additional warnings will be posted for each chapter.

—release: soon .. 👀

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PREPARE TO GET SICK OF ME ❗️❗️❗️

Contrary to the nonchalant boyfriend belief Rindou still babies you like crazy even when you're both grown and is so many years into your relationship and he's got a pending mortgage loan for your marriage house because when he looks at you he still sees the little girl he fell in love with at the park when he was seven. And he's still the little boy who's always held your hand when you walked home together. Always stopped with you to feed stray alley cats and dogs because you've always had too much love and empathy in your soul. His heart still thumps weirdly when you would call out his name from the kitchen and all of a sudden he's a small boy again and you're running in little steps to show him a lady bug you found on a leaf. But this time you're showing him your daughter's baby teeth peeking out her squishy gums and he feels like he wants to cry because again, he still sees you in her. His little girl.

. ₊˚ෆ xoxo, sincerely yours ♡₊˚ \\ Jung Wooyoung : Valentine's Special SMAU

7.0 different places, same shit

Wooyoung huffed irritably, tossing his phone aside and burying his face further into your lap. You tried stifling your amusement by patting his head with comfort, but the shaking in your legs gave you away, causing him to turn and cut you the hardest of glares, in which you lost it completely.

"Don't laugh!- you're supposed to be my friend." He whines, trying to hold to his discontent but his syllables shake with laughter of his own at you doubling over. He smacks your thigh a couple time before you finally calm down, wiping a tear from your eye.

"God, I love seonghwa." You let out the last bit of giggles before reaching beside you to take a few sips of your water bottle.

“Bet you won’t say that if you lived with him.” he scoffs knowingly before laying back down on your lap, except this time facing upward to you, causing an unwarranted yet so familiar feeling to swirl in the pit of your stomach.

Usually you were unaffected by this– or at least you tried to be by reminding yourself that this was just wooyoung being wooyoung. Close proximity was all you knew with him growing up, yet that never stopped the kaleidoscope of butterflies you felt every time he was near your person. It was confusing and confusing as hell because some days you think that maybe it finally means something when he’s not just holding your hand but also running the pad of his thumb along your knuckles as he looked back into your eyes as if he was staring into the depths of your soul.

The way he never just kissed your cheek goodbye but cups them both gently in his palms before leaning in to give the tenderest of kisses to one before letting you go like it pained him to, with that stupid smile you’ve grown to love so much. But it was always when you were feeling on cloud 9 and thought nothing could ever bring you down from this high, ‘because you’re my friend,’ ‘that’s what friends do,’ ‘we’ll always be friends,’ friends, friends, friends– god you hated that fucking word so much because of him. It was the needle that burst your bubble every time, making you fall right from the sky.

Sometimes you wish you could just tell him to stop, and it all be over. Every hope, thought, the confusion, the pain– all of it. But you couldn’t. As simple as it seemed, you were afraid that by letting go, it would turn into the very thing that you miss and wished you had kept. Sure, it was just as painful as believing your relationship was ever going anywhere but not having the thing you grew accustomed to, his touch, after all these years, you didn’t know if you could live without it. Or if you wanted to for that matter. Even if it was just platonic.

Looking down again to the boy in your lap, despite all your turbulent thoughts, a smile is still able to find its way on your lips as he returns one of his own. The spring breeze, at the right moment, blew around you and into the tree you were under, making it feel like some kind of drama with the petals and leaves soaring in its current.

“Why are you looking at me like that pretty girl?” Tilting his head to the side, waiting for your answer.

There goes those stupid butterflies again like they know when it was their cue. “Like what–”

“Hey Wooyoung!”

A voice interrupts you, causing you both to look over at its source.

It’s giselle. Standing there with the biggest smile on her face but anyone looking closely could see it wasn’t reaching her eyes.

“Hey sellie. What’s up?” He sits up from your lap, taking all his warmth with him, then patting the space next to him, offering her to sit down in which she does almost too eagerly.

“I saw you across the way and thought I’d come say hi.” She continues while leaning forward, wrapping her arms over his shoulders before pulling away. You didn’t miss how one of her hands lingered on the back of his neck, carding her fingers through the hair that was there.

“Geez wooyoung, was your hair always this long? Thinking about getting a haircut?”

“One of these days,” he starts, “but not right now. I kinda like how it is at the moment. With it still being the colder months.” He runs his own hand through his hair so that it makes her let go. You don’t why that brought you some sort of relief, but it did.

For the next couple of minutes you had to listen to her go on and on about whatever she could pull out of her ass. Not once does she acknowledge your presence as if you weren’t sitting right behind him. And wooyoung laughing along with her, sharing the same touches with her like he did with you minutes ago, like she was his whole world–

Turning your head away like you were imposing on an intimate moment, swallowing the lump in your throat. You weren’t supposed to feel anything right now. That’s what you kept chanting to yourself as he wasn’t yours. A friend is all I am to him– tears swelled up in your eyes, burning as you tried to blink them away. You had to go before–

“Aww what’s wrong y/n?” She speaks to you for the first time since crashing your picnic.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You grimaced while throwing your things into your bag, keeping your back towards them so neither of them could see the tears now pouring down your face.

“You sure? Because I thought I saw you crying just now.” Of course you did, internally rolling your eyes. But then that’s when it hit you- the smugness in her voice that came off rather taunting. Almost as if ….this was her whole plan of coming over and the results being beyond amusing to her. And what's sad about it, it doesn't even surprise you as this was the exact same shit she pulled back on that night at prom.

“Wait– you’re crying?” Wooyoung tries to get you to turn towards him but you fought against him, standing up and ready to let your feet carry you anywhere that wasn’t with them. But he was faster. Taking your wrist and spinning you around, and surely giselle was right. You were crying.

“It's just my allergies. I forgot to take my medicine today.” You stopped another tear from rolling down your face by swiping it away with the sleeve of your jacket.

“Last time i checked,” Both you and wooyoung looked back to her, seeing her tap her chin feigning like she was in deep thought. “You didn’t have allergies.”

Her concern sounded just as fake as her facade, pissing you off further because she knows that you were seeing right through her yet that didn’t seem to bother her at all. To her probably, as long as wooyoung didn’t, there was no harm in any of it. But unfortunately for her, you weren’t willing to play along in whatever twisted charade she had schemed.

“I’ve got to go.” You tried leaving once again but wooyoung for a second time stopped you.

“But we were supposed to wait for the spotlight machine.” He whimpers. His hand also takes yours and rubs the pad of his thumb across your knuckles, just like he always does, hoping to get you to stay. Usually, it would work but after seeing him being affectionate with her and now coming back to you in the same likeness, made your brain feel like it was short circuiting with so much confusion that you couldn’t think any sober thoughts.

“No, you were supposed to wait for the machine.” Yanking your hand out and backing away to put some distance between you. “You don’t need me to babysit you all the time.” And with that, you left, causing a new stream of tears to flow down your face.

He isn't mine, he isn't mine, he isn't mine, he isn't mine, HE ISN’T– walking with your head down and vision blurred with water, you hadn’t seen when you bumped into someone, nor just how far you actually walked.

“Sorry.” you managed to let pass the huge lump in your throat that was burning from the sob you were holding back.

“Y/n.” The voice spoke your name with such familiarity that it instantly had you looking up to its source and finding it to be san.

Quickly you try and dry your face as if he hadn’t already seen you crying. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going–”

“Y/n.” He calls you again except this time with a tender warmth and his arms stretched out.

“I saw everything that happened, so you don’t have to pretend in front of me. You can cry.”

He doesn't wait for you to fall into his arms. He just puts you in them like he knew too it was exactly what you needed. The second you were in his warm embrace, the sob that was still in the back of your throat, you finally let it out while fisting the material of his shirt in your hands.

“I know, doll. She’s such a bitch for it.”

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pairing jung wooyoung x fem reader Genre smau! f2lvrs w crack, drama, slow burning??? mid cursing

Synopsis "Finally confessing your feelings to the guy you've had a crush on since middle school. Only one problem... your ex best friend has a crush on him. In the end who gets the guy?"

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