summary: wonwoo struggles with writer's block, but you effortlessly help him organize his thoughts. despite his attempts to get you to take a break, you're focused on the task until he distracts you.
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the blinking cursor on wonwoo's laptop screen taunted him, each blink echoing his frustration as he struggled to coax coherent thoughts onto the blank document.
sighing, he leans back, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the impending deadline pressing down on him.
just then, you peek into his room, noticing his furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his face. you knock twice to grab his attention, "im preparing cookie- hey, what's up?"
wonwoo looks at you wearily, "im not able to get anything down,"
"lemme see," you offered, as you step into the room, you notice the scattered papers — some fallen down and some on his desk. (he must be writing on paper, but found the laptop more efficient.) you move closer, peering at the laptop screen. the document is mostly empty, save for a few incomplete sentences. you pat his thigh, needing approval, which he gives as he holds your waist, pulling you onto his lap.
"i'm just stuck. it's like my mind's drawing a complete blank," he murmurs, his voice tinged with frustration.
you look at the screen, observing the scattered phrases and disjointed sentences. "easy," you say as you start typing quickly. you start by deleting the unwanted short lines, converting single words to sentences, opening another tab, finding references — all in a matter of ten minutes. "we can change this to this and..."
so focused on the work, you forgot it was wonwoo you're helping. while he got worn out, wonwoo watched in amazement as you effortlessly rearranged his chaotic thoughts into a structured and coherent narrative.
"y/n,"
"hm?"
"lets take a break,"
"wait, just a bit..."
"y/n," he calls again, "lets take a break,"
"yeah, just a little bit,"
"y/n. . .y/n," you ignored, not even bothered to hum as a query.
wonwoo sighs. he now grasps the feeling of being in your shoes — whenever he's the one playing games. wonwoo lets out another tired sigh. but this time, he shifts your hair to the side, placing a kiss on your nape.
seeing the goosebumps rise upon, he smirks. wonwoo continues to further place little pecks. "wonwoo," you sigh his name. this time, he ignores you, placing open mouth kisses on your nape, making you whine.
wonwoo runs his hands on your waist, finally stopping you from typing. with a swift movement, he turns you around so now that you're facing him — straddling him. wonwoo's lips meet yours into a lazy and lingering kiss, his hands roaming on your back.
"y/n,"
"yeah?"
"let's take a damn break,"
"wonwoo,"
"hm?"
"the cookies must've gotten burnt,"
