prompt: stupid idiot of a boyfriend gets jealous for petty reasons.
wonwoo never considered himself the jealous type, but there were moments when he couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of envy over your obsession with your plushies. today, while you were out running errands, he found himself alone in your room, surrounded by the multitude of stuffed animals that occupied your bed.
as he sat on the edge of the bed, he picked up your favorite plushie—a small, round bunny you named 'fluffy.' he looked at it with mock disdain, remembering all the times you cuddled it instead of him.
"so, fluffy," he said, giving the bunny a gentle shake. "you think you can steal all the cuddles, huh?"
he playfully punched the plushie, making it bounce lightly on the bed. "take that!"
wonwoo couldn't help but laugh at his own antics, imagining how you'd react if you saw him now. he grabbed another plushie, this time a small bear, and mimicked an exaggerated boxing match between the two toys.
"and this one's for hogging all the bedtime snuggles!" he said, tossing the bear onto the bed with a dramatic flair.
just as he was about to deliver another playful punch, he heard the front door open. panic set in as he quickly tried to arrange the plushies back in their original spots, hoping you wouldn't notice their slightly disheveled state.
you walked into the room, eyes immediately landing on wonwoo, who was now sitting innocently on the bed, trying to suppress a grin. "what were you doing?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
"nothing!" he replied too quickly, the corners of his mouth twitching.
you glanced at the plushies and then back at him, a look of horror spreading across your face. "were you fighting my plushies?"
"no. i'm no insecure boyfriend. only jealous men do that," he said, trying to sound serious but failing as a smile broke through.
your eyes widened in shock, and you quickly rushed to the bed, picking up fluffy and cradling it protectively. "wonwoo, how could you? poor fluffy!" you exclaimed, looking genuinely distressed.
he stood up and walked over to you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. "i'm sorry, y/n. i was just being silly."
you looked up at him, still holding fluffy close. "you didn't hurt them too much, did you?"
"no, of course not," he reassured you with a soft smile. "they're perfectly fine. it was just a bit of harmless fun."
"you’re such a dork, wonwoo."
he pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. "yeah, but i'm your dork."
"and you're way better than any plushie," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"even better than fluffy?" he asked, feigning shock.
"especially better than fluffy," you confirmed with a laugh, pulling him into a deeper kiss.
