♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ ̊ LATE NIGHT SHIFTS WITH JEON WONWOO

“ a loser trapped in a hot body . ”

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He was all limbs and awkward silence back then — the pretty-faced guy you used to bicker with in between high school chemistry classes, built like a damn toothpick, too gangly to be threatening and too quiet to leave much of a mark. You remember the way he hunched over his desk, hoodie strings in his mouth, always scribbling something dumb on his notes. He was harmless. Forgettable. Just a dork with a good jawline and zero appeal.

But now? Now he’s standing behind a coffee counter at 2AM, wiping steam off a pitcher with one forearm flexed, shirt riding just enough to show skin that’s no longer soft — it’s solid. Broad. Defined. You blink and realize he grew up in all the wrong ways. Or maybe all the right ones.

You took this café job to keep med school dreams alive, not to be sexually harassed by fate. Not to spend night shifts stealing glances at Jeon Wonwoo’s stupid mouth and gym-built frame while he still acts like the loser he was back then. Still forgets where he puts things. Still laughs like he doesn’t know what his voice does to people. Still stretches like he’s alone in his apartment, lifting his arms just high enough for your sanity to split in two.

He’s infuriating. Because he’s not even trying. Because he talks to you like you’re still seventeen, like nothing’s changed — when everything has. You're downbad enough to want to dominate him just to get it out of your system, just to shake the memory of what he used to be. But every time you think he’s still a loser in bed too, like back in high school — he shifts the air between you, low-voiced and locked-in, and proves he can take over just fine.

And maybe the worst part? He doesn’t even notice.

Or maybe he does.

And he’s waiting for you to snap.

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