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Wonwoo: Nerves

Dedicated to @abcdaehyun_

Wonwoo knew he loved you for a reason. You offered him mental stability, constantly helping him rid of his stress and have days where he didn't feel like he had to worry about a thing.

Especially before concerts.

You currently held Wonwoo's nervous face in your warm hands. His eyes wide and darting around every inch of the dimly lit room you stood in.

Standing backstage was often hectic, and that didn't help your boyfriends' nerves before going on stage one bit. Decidedly you took him somewhere to make him relax.

"Wonwoo!" You yelled in his face, forcing his eyes on to you. His hands held your waist, making smooth circles as his method of calming himself down. He sighed, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Why am I like this?" he whispered into your hair, refusing to let go even when the manager warned everyone they had fifteen minutes before showtime.

"Only you can answer that," you giggle, hoping to soothe him with the sound of your voice. "You're going to be up there with twelve other boys who all love you. And if you look back, you'll catch a glance at me waiting backstage for you." His hands found a way around your back, pulling you close.

"I know." He heaved, giving into your reasoning. "I just want to do good up there for anyone."

"Jagi," you laugh. "You could get up there and run around the whole time like an idiot and the fans would still cheet crazy for you." Wonwoo even supressed a laugh, making you smile against his chest at your success.

"This is why I love you." He squeezed you tight. "I just wish I had something to calm me down."

You smirked at the idea, pressing your lips to his ear. "I'm right here." Your shoulders shook in laughter as Wonwoo didn't hesitate to take up your offer as he walked with you backwords until your back gently hit the wall.

His firmly pressed his lips to yours, and you could almost immediately feel the stress wash away from him, being discarded like it was never there in the first place. You smiled into the kiss knowing you were the only one that could make him feel better by a simple touch.

His hands inched around your waist, holding you close as he pressed his body to yours. All he was focused on was you, the concert in ten minutes simply being an after thought.

Through heavy breathing and light hearted laughs, you could hear the door of the empty room creak open slightly causing bouth yours and Wonwoo's heads to snap in its direction.

A red looking Seungcheol stood awkwardly in the door way, watching the two of you in the midst of a heated make out session. "Am I interrupting something."

"Yes-" Wonwoo began to argue until you stopped him with a smack of his shoulder.

"No," you butt in. "What's up?"

"Um, we go on any minute. Everyone was looking for you." Seunngcheol chuckled nervously, wanting to leave desperately.

"I almost forgot." Wonwoo breathed out, heart rate picking up again. "I'm coming don't worry." Seungcheol nodded, closing the door quietly behind him.

"Are you okay now?" You whisper, holding your boyfriend's hands in yours.

"Never better." He smirks looking down at you before kissing your neck sweetly, giving you everlasting butterflies.

"You'll do great like you always do. I love you."

"I love you too, Jagi." His kissed you one last time, lips lingering over your own for a minute until you had to push him out the door before he was late.

Shaking your head to yourself, you brush your fingers over your neck and lips, already missing the ghost of his lips against you.