kpop x reader

jung wooyoung

Hey, I haven't seen u all week. Come to think of it, I didn't see you last week either, lol. I miss u, we should meet up soon. I love you.

You're working on an assignment for your literature class when the message comes in. Your heart constricts as you do nothing but ignore the text, trying to resist the temptation of responding to your boyfriend– if you could even call him that anymore.

You know what you're doing isn't fair to either Wooyoung or yourself, but it needs to be done. You want nothing but to be able to call him again and hear his beautiful, beautiful voice and the obnoxious laugh that you fell in love with. You want to be able to see him and hug him and kiss him all over until your lips hurt. You want to tell him you love him until he's sick of it or sick of you.

But you can't because it's against the rules. Against the contract. A contract you didn't even want to sign, but you had to. For Atiny. For Ateez.

For Wooyoung.

A single knock on the door breaks through the silence of the apartment. You roll your eyes, thinking that it's your roommate who's forgotten their key again. You reluctantly get up from your rolling chair, your joints popping in relief at being used again.

"God, Blake, this is the third time this week that you've left your key! It's only Thurs–" you cut yourself off once you open the door, greeted with a sight that makes your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach. Wooyoung stands on the other side of the door, his lips raw-bitten and pink, and his dark hair tousled as if it's been swiped through many times. His eyes, though, are what get to you the most, red and puffy as if he's been crying and only recently was able to stop.

His mouth opens and closes repeatedly, seemingly at a loss of what to say. He eventually settles on a simple, "hi."

That single word is enough to break all the walls you managed to build up the past two weeks. You close your eyes in retaliation to the oncoming tears, but it's too late. Before you can even process anything, Wooyoung's arms are wrapped around your body, keeping you held up, and it's only then that you register that you've lost all feeling in your legs. You only sob harder when you feel a soft, delicate hand running through your hair and a voice– that you've only been able to hear in your dreams and online– whispering words of encouragement in your ear.

You're not sure how long the two of you stay there wrapped around each other, but it's long enough to calm your beating heart and reduce your tears to sniffles. It's then, and only then Wooyoung dares to say anything.

"What happened, baby?" he asks in a tentative voice. And that question is enough to bring the sobs back in full force, but you will the tears to stay back. "Why have you been avoiding me?" You open your mouth to protest, even though it's the truth, but he shuts you down quickly. "And don't lie and say you haven't been. You haven't answered any of my texts. Please, tell me what I did so that I can fix it."

Tears spring into your eyes once again, but this time tears of shame. Shame on you for making the sweetest person in the world think that he's done something to hurt you. He deserves to know the truth.

So you told him. About the company contacting you, about the contract. About everything.

"No," he said after a beat of silence, and you sighed. You knew he would respond this way, which is why you didn't tell him in the first place.

"Woo, please," you pleaded.

"No. No way. Absolutely not. We're not breaking up just because the stupid company wants us to, Y/n," he spoke angrily.

"That stupid company, Wooyoung, has complete control over your career. We have to."

"No, we don't. I refuse to. I'm gonna go over there right now and knock some fucking sense in the–"

"You can't, Wooyoung! You can't! You can't jeopardize your career just because of little ole me! You have thousands and thousands of fans who love and need you! Your members need you! Who am I to take you away from them?" You knew that you were shouting, but at this point, you could care less.

"You're the love of my life, that's who you are! I think about you every single moment of the day. When I'm not with you, I want to be. And even when I am, I want to be closer and closer and closer. I can't picture my future without you in it, darling." "Your breath hitches at the term of endearment. "You're it for me. I won't allow anyone to tear us apart, not even my stupid company. And the members... well, they're going to understand. They know how infatuated I am with you." As he says this, he brings his hands to your face, holding it as if it's the most precious thing in the world. He brings his forehead to rest on yours, and the two of you are so close that your breaths mingle.

You've missed this, this closeness and intimacy. You've missed Wooyoung.

"I love you, ok? We're gonna figure this out. Together."

A sniffle, and then.

"Together," you respond in a quiet voice before moving forward and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.