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SHUT UP DJWKWKSK THE ENDING HAD ME SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT 🥹🩷
00:11 • ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
♡ boyfriend!Wooyoung x girlfriend!reader
♡ Fluff, comfort, domestic
♡ WC • 530
♡ Warnings!! (tags) • reader is inferred to being female, that's about it.
♡ A/N: my first fic for this page, enjoy!!
♡ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
“Babe, come here!”
Your boyfriend, Wooyoung, called you over while you were waiting for the popcorn to finish popping in the kitchen for your weekly movie night. He was in your shared bedroom, presumably picking out what he wanted to watch this time.
“Hold on!” You said back, there were only a few more seconds on the microwave until it beeped, he could wait a few more seconds. “Baby!”
“Hold on!” You repeated, the microwave beeping just then. You then took the bag out, took a large bowl, and poured the contents of the popcorn into said bowl. “What is it?”
You made your way down the hall, and you could hear his little giggles the closer you got. The room seemed completely dark, you couldn’t see the regular white lighting coming from the flatscreen in the bedroom.
“Woo?” you questioned, raising a brow. Entering the room, you noticed a little light on the bed but it was covered by something. “What is that?”
Adjusting your eyes to the darkness, you made out the shapes and curves. Blankets hanging from the headboard, and a giggling Wooyoung. “You made a fort?” you smiled a bit.
“You like it?” Wooyoung beamed, opening the makeshift entrance of the blanket fort. The dim light shined on one side of his face - exposing his curious eyes, raised brows, and slightly agape mouth waiting for your answer.
Shuffling your way onto the bed and into the fort, you hum softly. “It’s nice, Woo, I like it.”
You set down the bowl of popcorn carefully, balancing it on the sheets as best you can since it's obviously not a flat surface. During that, you also adjust to lay on your stomach beside Wooyoung.
“What did you pick to watch?” you asked, resting your head on your hand, propped on your elbow.
Wooyoung took a handful of popcorn, not minding the salt that sprinkled down his fingers and the butter that rubbed uncomfortably against his palm. “I didn’t choose. I don’t wanna really watch anything tonight.” He said, shoving the popcorn into his mouth.
“Why not?” You creased your brows, tilting your head. “You’ve been looking forward to it this week.” You inquired, your tone was soft and a bit confused.
Wooyoung nodded, “I have better ideas,” he said, chewing. He leans over, taking a clear box, and placing it on top of his phone, making stars inside the fort. “This is better,” He sighs, adjusting to lay beside you on his back.
You looked up at the ceiling, holographic stars moving and changing colours. “Stars?” “Stars.” Wooyoung smiles softly, taking your hand in his free one. “This is nice... I just want to be close to you,” he mutters, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
He broke an equally soft smile from you with that, your heart skipping a beat. “You’re so cheesy.” You chuckle. “I can’t help it, I fantasize about this all the time… you being my wife…” Wooyoung trails off.
Your boyfriend leans closer to you, snaking his hand around your head and pulling you in closer, now also lying on his stomach. “Y/n…” he looked into your eyes, “please be my wife.”
*Talking about aesthetics, not meaning or history.
Maybe Thousands of years ago there was a woman, sitting awake late at Night while everyone rested, and maybe she wore a brown head scarf similar to mine, maybe with Swirling designs and patterns, and maybe she looked at what I call the moon and thought of me, the future, like I think of her, the past and maybe she thought 'how pretty' and maybe she felt frustrated with the sheer amount of stars and wished she could admire each, individual one, and maybe just maybe the only thing that separates us is time.