I Wrote A 2k+ Word Wonwoo Fic In Two Hours After Reading A Single Writing Prompt So Well See If I Post

i wrote a 2k+ word wonwoo fic in two hours after reading a single writing prompt so we’ll see if i post it after i edit it tomorrow. i haven’t been able to write in so long so i’m hoping that this one will be good enough to post 🙏

best friend | jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: language

word count: 2136

summary: in which wonwoo surprises you with food during your study session, but the generous act starts a fight that leads to deep emotions being expressed

a/n: i reread @milfgyuu ‘s Getting Closer (read if you’re a wonu/gyu thinker such as myself) and fell in love with wonwoo all over again... two hours after reading i finished this fic. also i watched my college’s soccer team play yesterday and soccer player wonwoo lives rent free in my head

“Are you still studying?”

Pulling your eyes from your math textbook, you glared up at the irritable owner of the voice, who stood in front of your table. Jeon Wonwoo, your best friend and star captain of the soccer team.

“Yeah, well, not all of us can be geniuses who effortlessly get top marks,” you muttered, looking back down at your textbook and writing down a few more notes. You heard the chair in front of you screech and felt a presence now sat in front of you.

“I can’t tell if you’re jealous of me or if you want to kiss me.”

You groaned, placing your pencil down as you rolled your eyes. Wonwoo only snickered, placing his backpack on his lap to pull something out of it. You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, watching as he pulled out a few Tupperware containers.

“What the hell is this?” you questioned, eyeing the food in front of you. Wonwoo opened each container, the smell of each dish making your stomach grumble.

“My mom sent a ton of food, and I thought, I can’t eat this all by myself, but then I remembered I have a nerdy best friend who forgets to eat sometimes. So here I am.” Wonwoo pulled out two pairs of chopsticks, which he definitely stole from the ramen place you ate at yesterday, handing you one before opening his own and starting to eat. You held the packaged chopsticks in your hand, blinking at your friend.

“We could’ve just gone back to your place,” you stated, opening the chopsticks before dragging a few dishes towards yourself. Wonwoo pushed a few more your way before pulling two sodas out from his bag. You cocked your brow, pointing at him with the chopsticks. “Damn, did you bring your whole fridge?”

“Funny,” he scoffed with a mouth full of food. He swallowed before continuing. “Besides, I brought the food here because I knew you wouldn’t want to leave while you were studying. So eat.”

The pair of you sat in the library for another hour, with you managing to eat and read while Wonwoo took out his Nintendo Switch and played Mario Kart. You didn’t look at the time until the last person besides you two left the building, making you wonder how late it was.

“Shit! It’s 2 AM?” you gasped, shutting your books and closing the empty Tupperware. “I have my first exam at 7 tomorrow!”

“You mean today.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, helping Wonwoo put the containers back in his bag. He pushed your hands away, putting the rest away himself. “Shit, I can’t believe this. I should’ve just sent you back so I could finish studying. Fuck, I feel even more stressed. I can’t believe you distracted me with food,” you scolded. Wonwoo scoffed, standing up from his chair abruptly.

“Yeah, I can’t believe I would go to my game, go back to my apartment, then walk all the way here with my backpack full of food just to feed my friend. Such a dick move, really. I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again,” Wonwoo retorted, zipping his bag before standing up. “Sorry for being such a terrible friend. I’ll try not to ruin your day anymore.”

Wonwoo began to make his way to the front entrance, leaving you stood beside the table with your jaw slack. You scoffed, following after him and walking out the door behind him. As you both got outside, you put your hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face you.

“Dude, you know I didn’t mean it like that! I just -”

“Just what? Listen, I never wanted to talk about this with you, because I get it. You’re stressed, and you feel like if you don’t study for 20 hours straight you’ll fail your exams. But I feel like you never appreciate what I do for you. I care so much - more than you could ever know - but get nothing in return. You never show up to my games, even though I always talk about how important they are to me. You never eat lunch with me, and you never go to club meetings with me! The only reason you’re still in the Japanese club is because I always cover for your ass!” he cried out, cheeks red with emotion. He took a few deep breaths, voice calmer as he continued. “I try so hard to not notice your absence in my life, but I can’t help it. All I want is a friend who cares for me as much as I care for them, and I want to believe you care about me and I’m just being dramatic, but I can’t ignore everything you do,” Wonwoo sighed, furrowing his brows as he looked down at you. “Or should I say don’t do?”

You knew he had a point. As angry as you wanted to be about his outburst, you knew you had no right to be upset. He was right, you were never there for him as much as he was there for you. It had been like this since sophomore year when you finally declared a major and busied yourself with trying to catch up with everyone else. You would always ditch lunch dates with him and have only attended three of his games in the past two years. Honestly, you were shocked that you haven’t been kicked out of the Japanese club as well, seeing as you’ve only gone to the first meeting, but Wonwoo’s words made you realize just how bad a friend you were.

“My friends have been trying to tell me to stop trying with you,” he admitted, your eyes getting teary at his words. “I never listened to them. I couldn’t imagine getting rid of our friendship. I thought I could push through - I thought I could live without feeling your love. But I can’t. I don’t know why I care so much about you but I can’t stop. You mean so much to me, it scares me. But you’re so bad for me… I can’t keep doing this.”

“Wonwoo,” you mumbled, watching as he looked away with tears in his own eyes. You could sense that he was trying to let go of you now, but you were stubborn. You couldn’t lose the best thing in your life. “Please, just… hear me out.” Your words made him sigh, his head turning back towards you but his eyes not meeting yours. You bit your lip back, forming your thoughts before continuing. “I’m sorry, first of all. I know I’ve been an awful friend to you these past few years, and if you still want to drop me after I finish talking, I understand. It’s what I deserve. But Wonwoo, I do care about you. I can’t use my stress as an excuse, because I know I’ve done that too many times in the past, but I want you to know that you were the only person keeping me from losing it. All the food you’ve brought me, all the spontaneous movie nights at your place, and the notes you took for me while I studied for another class… without you, I’d probably be a college dropout, still living with my parents. If I could I would stand here forever and express how grateful I am, just to make up for how much I’ve ignored your actions. But if you give me a chance - if you allow me the opportunity to be a better friend - I promise I will never let you doubt our friendship for another second. I know it’s easy for me to just say that, but I will not let you down. If I ever make you feel like shit again, you can leave. Just please, you can’t… I need you in my life, Wonwoo. I... “ you trailed off, inhaling deeply before finishing. “I love you.”

You waited for two minutes, watching the wheels turn in Wonwoo’s mind as cars passed by and college students yelled in the distance. You weren’t focused on them though, only concentrated on your friend. You thought he had already gotten rid of you in his heart, your eyes falling to stare at the ground. But when you felt his hand tug on your hoodie sleeve, you perked up, eyes on him as he whispered.

“I’m afraid that the way you love me isn’t the same way I love you.”

You heard his voice crack, your eyes widening at his words. Your heart was racing and heat rushed to your cheeks, now matching his. Wonwoo’s hand remained on your hoodie, fingers tightly gripping the fabric. You blinked, hearing him sigh.

“I’m sorry. You should go back and sleep. You have your exam soon,” Wonwoo stated, pulling his hand back. He looked at you one more time, biting the inside of his cheek before turning away, starting his walk back to his apartment. He left you alone once again, your mind running a mile a minute. When you finally came to your senses, you ran after him, catching him just before he crossed the street. You put your hand on his shoulder, turning him to face you. Instead of talking, you grabbed his face and pulled him down towards you, your lips meeting in a long-awaited embrace.

It took him a few seconds to register what was happening, but when he finally did, his shoulders relaxed, and his hands covered yours. He kissed back with more passion than you, his hands running up your arms, over your shoulders, and down your spine before finding their place on your waist, underneath your hoodie. He shivered at the feeling of your cold skin, pulling you closer as if to try to warm you. Craving his warmth, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his.

Wonwoo never failed to make you feel warm. You never thought much about it until tonight, but Wonwoo was the only person who could make you feel the way he makes you feel.

He was the first to pull away, but your bodies remained close as you stared at each other, out of breath from the kiss. You both opened your mouths to speak, words tangled with one another as you spoke. Wonwoo cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“You first.”

“Okay.” You inhaled, then began. “I hope you know that kissing you was not a way for me to get you to stay. I have thought about doing that so many times, but I never knew…”

“That I was in love with you? I could say the same thing about you,” Wonwoo stated, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry for being so terrible to you.”

“It’s okay. Well… not entirely. It still hurts, really bad, but I think I’ll be able to get over it. I’ve discovered the cure to my sadness, you know.”

“What are you talking about?” you questioned, watching him grin. He pressed his lips against yours, a smile growing on his face as he pulled away again.

“Your kisses. I’m now cured of all sadness.”

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “And you call me the nerd.”

“You are the nerd. But you’re my nerd.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that. Let go of me - I can’t be friends with a cliché!”

“Oh - friends?” Wonwoo blinked, his hold on you loosening slightly. You blinked as well, feeling a sense of awkwardness rush over.

“Well I - we are friends but… did you…” you trailed off, unsure of how to say what you wanted. You and Wonwoo took a step back from one another, arms now crossed over your chest and body feeling colder than before.

“I mean… I kind of figured since we… kissed…”

“Are we… together now?” you asked, eyes hopeful as you looked up at him. He avoided your eye contact, but the blush on his cheeks got redder than before.

“If that’s what you want as well,” he stated, catching your eyes. You both looked away this time, a small smile resting on both of your faces.

“I would, very much so.”

You and Wonwoo locked eyes, your smiles widening as you embraced one another in a tight hug. Warmth spread throughout your body again, and you felt as if your smile could never fade.

“I promise to be better for you, Wonwoo, and to never make you doubt my love for you,” you mumbled into his chest, holding him as if you would never let go. Wonwoo buried his face into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin.

“And I promise to be there for you always and to never let you skip a meal.”

“Funny.”

“I try my best.”

masterlist

started: august 12th, 2020

last updated: sep 11, 2024

total works: 12

SEVENTEEN

drabbles

oneshots

best friend | jeon wonwoo

to wish impossible things | wonwoo x jeonghan

late-night call | hong jisoo

the deluxe version | jeon wonwoo

clementine | yoon jeonghan

fireproof | jeon wonwoo

to you | jeon wonwoo

mistletoe | jeon wonwoo

umbrella | jeon wonwoo

first snowfall | minwon

midnight radio | jeon wonwoo

NCT/WAYV

drabbles

oneshots

the last night | na jaemin

when you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! then, send to your last ten people in your notifs (anonymously). you never know who might benefit from spreading positivity :)

1. my cat, mai (whom i miss dearly) (she’s back at my hometown while i’m at college btw!)

2. walking around my new campus

3. being away from home

4. trying new foods

5. talking to my mother and my sisters over the phone

adore how love in hospital playlist is never grand or dramatic, but its epic-ness is shown through its simplicity and honesty.

love in hospital playlist is simply eating meals together, walking together, looking at the rain together, driving the one you love home, being their best friend before their lover, looking for understanding and common ground together, apologizing and maturing from mistakes, and telling the other that they’re okay. 

it’s jeong won hugging gyeoul without a single question, it’s jun wan making sure that ik sun’s physical health was doing good first, it’s ik jun bringing coffee for song hwa, it’s seok hyung bringing medicines for min ha’s mother, it’s jae hak wanting to make sure that his wife was okay in all situations……..love can be that simple. 

dramas tend to show love in the most over-the-top ways which is lots of fun, but at the end of the day, i feel that it’s not who’s giving the big speech while standing outside your door; it’s who’s there inside the house with you. 

hopeless dreams | hwang hyunjin

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: yearning and hopeless dreams

(also sort of dirty-minded reader if you squint??)

word count: 1182

summary: in which you and hyunjin are two royal teenagers wishing there was more to your world than fancy parties and boring courtiers

a/n: dreaming of being a princess and falling for my childhood friend but we can’t be together bc of stupid royal people laws </3

“hyunjin, you mustn’t keep bothering me during my studies,” you pouted, watching the long-haired blond prop his chin on the other side of the table, staring at you with a pout as well.

“you’ve been going at it for hours,” he whined, removing his head from the table and falling dramatically to the ground. the servant in the corner of the room, specifically placed there to make sure you did your studies, gasped, but you shrugged them off, signally they needn’t worry about your idiot of a friend.

“get off the floor, hyunjin! your mother just sewed that shirt for you!” you scolded, earning no response from the boy. he remained on the ground, thus having you raise a brow in curiosity. you stood from your chair, moving to the other side of the table and staring down at him. he had a hand on his chest, his breaths deep and harsh. you crouched to your knees, unamused with his play.

“y/n—my heart—i can’t breathe—“ hyunjin gasped loudly, in an attempt to raise alert within the servant. you noticed him wink at you, out of sight of the servant, causing you to sigh softly before playing along.

“westley, fetch the nurse, please? i fear he may have a fever,” you looked to the servant boy, who nodded quickly and rushed out of the room. as soon as his footsteps could no longer be heard, hyunjin smiled and sat up, pinching your cheek with a gloved hand.

“you’re the greatest,” he stated, then stood and held his hand out for you to grab.

“and you’re the worst,” you mumbled, but nonetheless grabbed his hand and allowed him to drag you away from your responsibilities. in all honesty, you didn’t want to study. your mother has been forcing it on you for a while, ever since your father died and you’ve been in line to take the throne, being an only child. however, you need a king, and no prince dares to marry the princess who can’t even speak a word of french. i mean, how prestigious are these guys, that they require their future lover to speak a language they will never likely use in their lifetime?

so, forgetting the chapter of grammar you had just studied, you found yourself in the garden, hyunjin’s hand still holding yours as he made his way further into the garden. you spotted the large oak tree in the distance, immediately knowing his plans.

“if you make a scratch on your shirt, your mother will throw a fit, you know that?” you stated, still being dragged by your hand as the tree came closer.

“i’m well aware,” hyunjin informed you, stopping before the tree and turning to face you, “but she’ll just make me another one,” he grinned, causing you to scoff and shove him away. the stronger boy didn’t make a move, his smiling widening before he winked and began his climb. you watched as he made it to the first thick tree branch, his head turning to you and his hand held out once again.

“no—absolutely not. i have to meet a new courtier in not two hours, hyunjin. i cannot look like a rabid animal when i get back,” you crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head as you stepped away from the tree.

“you already look like one, my dearest y/n, so there’s no need to worry,” he teased, causing you to gasp and slap at his hanging leg.

“you flea rat!” you whined, grabbing his ankle and pouting at his words.

“if i’m the flea, you’re the rat i feast upon,” he grinned once again, causing your cheeks to flush as your thoughts turned less than innocent. you sighed as he continued to look at you, waiting for you to make a move. his hand was still held out, and his eyes were hopeful.

you grumbled, slapping his hand away and climbing the tree yourself. when you made it to the branch hyunjin was sat upon, he helped you sit down, moving you so your back rested upon his chest. you sighed, feeling his arms wrap around your waist. his heart was racing, you could feel it, and he could probably feels yours racing as well.

“i wish we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled quietly, your voice so low you wondered if hyunjin had even heard you at all. but the harsh thumping of his heart reassured you that he had indeed heard you.

“me too,” he sighed, playing with the lacey fabric of your dress. it grew silent, many thoughts running through each of your heads as you both dreamed with smiles upon your faces.

“do you see the hill in the distance over there?” hyunjin asked, pointing ahead and gaining your attention. you looked ahead, eyes on the hill.

“yes?”

“we will run away together, and we will go to that hill and even further,” he promised, though you knew he couldn’t truly keep that promise. “we will start a new life, with a small cottage in the forest, and we can play enchanted forest and read books that aren’t in french, and we can get married by the forest creatures and be with each other for the rest of our lives,” hyunjin rambled, your heart aching more and more with each word he spoke.

“hyunjin...” you trailed off, turning your head slightly so you were able to look at him. he looked back at you, his face as hurt as your own.

“i know,” he sighed, his hold on you loosening as he fell back against the tree. “i know.”

you gulped, swinging your legs over to one side of the branch so you could face him properly. you cupped his cheeks, smiling softly, though tears began to form in your eyes.

“let’s run away together,” you stated, the words making you feel hopeful, despite knowing your words could never come true. “we will run away and do all the things you and i dream of,” you promised, thumbs caressing his cheeks as a few tears spilled from his own eyes.

“my dearest y/n,” he mumbled, taking your hand in his and kissing your palm gently. you ran your thumb over his plump bottom lip, the moment seeming longer than it truly was.

it wasn’t until he kissed you that time seemed to catch up to you, the clock stopping as your eyes widened. he was pulling you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist, a hand on the back of your head and his fingers lacing themselves with your hair. his other hand squeezed your hip, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips.

you pulled apart after a few moments, both of your eyes gleaming with love and hopeless dreams.

“i will love you until we are laid within the ground, y/n,” he stated.

“and even longer than that,” you finished, the pair of you holding onto each other until lee minho, your soon-to-be future husband, arrived at your castle and carried you away from your true lover.