Something told me it was you.
characters: jeon wonwoo/reader au genre: light smut, fluff warnings: cussing, alcohol consumption word count: 5841
Jeon Wonwoo is your best friend for life. You two met just before the two of you were supposed to depart for college. The two of you declared that the term platonic was the exact terminology to describe your friendship. You two were each otherâs wingman, sworn protectors, and so many more. So it became a wonder, a great mystery when the two of you starts to realise that the line between love, and being in love is a fine one. Wonwoo best friends! to lover inspired by Zaynâs Tightrope.Â
i. We Should Thank Seungkwan
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15:46
Seungkwan boo: hey loser. What are you doing today? Probably nothing I shouldnât ask. Iâm going to eat out with a couple of my friends tonight. You should come and stop being such a caveman. See  ya.
y/n: when? What should I wear? What friends?
Seungkwan boo: at 6, weâre going to a movie first at the mall. Theyâre my school friends. And theyâre cool donât worry. Be ready Iâll come get you.
y/n: ????? Ok
Seungkwan was a friend you, almost quite literally, found on craigslist. At the time you met Seungkwan, you were struggling with SAT and college application. Wanting to get into one of the top 5 universities didnât help either. Equipped with wits, and endless resourcefulness, you found Seungkwanâs ad on craigslist. He was offering himself to be an SAT tutor, claiming that he almost graduated as valedictorian. After a quick search of his social media, Boo Seungkwan turned out to be enrolled in one of the top private schools in the country. You decided that he looked like a legit tutor that could help you ace your college application, and enlisted his help. As it turns out, Seungkwan was a better friend than he was a tutor. He was always hanging out with you at your house, or at his, telling the perfect jokes where he reiterates funny stories of his schoolmatesâwhom you never metâin great detail. You liked hanging out with Seungkwan, it wouldâve been so much better if you have met him earlier, you thought.
That night was like no other. Seungkwan had never asked you to meet his schoolmates before. Youâve only seen their pictures on Seungkwanâs instagram posts, and have only heard of them from his anecdotes. All you know was that he had a large group of friends, and that theyâre supposedly really fun. When Seungkwan showed up on your doorstep, he was eerily excited. He had a huge grin stamped on his face, and a Prius waiting behind him with the engines on. âIâm so excited for my friends to finally meet each other! You know y/n, Iâve been telling these fools that you would be a great addition to our friend group but they werenât having it.â Seungkwan gestured to his friends inside the car. âTheir loss, not mine.â You told him. âThatâs the spirit!â He chimed.
When he finally shoved you into the backseat, and himself into riding shotgun, you finally had a look at the infamous Seungkwanâs friend group. There were a total of 5 people in that car, including yourself. You were stuck in the backseat, with two other guys you absolutely had never seen before. âEveryone, this is Y/N! Sheâll be gracing us with her presence tonight.â That remark made you blush, and chummy in the gut, feeling the room temperature about to get awkward. You were always kind of anxious about meeting Seungkwanâs friends, fearing they decided they didnât like you at the end of the day. âHi.â You said awkwardly, waving your sweater paws lightly.
��You know, y/n. I always thought Seungkwan made you up just so he can ditch us lately. Nice to meet you though, Iâm Soonyoung.â The boy sitting at the other side of the seat said by way of greeting. âYeah, I always doubted you were real. Iâm Vernon, nice to meet you.â The boy next to you said shyly. He was good looking, and had the faint smell of aftershave. âYah! You guys are always on my neck itâs annoying.â Seungkwan chimed in from the front. And thatâs how you met Wonwoo. Even if he didnât made the introduction right then and there, you finally had a good look at him when the group finally arrived at the mall. He straightened his blazer before he reached out his hand to you, and with his baritone like deep voice announced that his name was Jeon Wonwoo.
âWonwoo! Y/n is going to go to NYU this year! I was helping her with her application remember?â Seungkwan said in the middle of gulping down his cola. Your heart leapt when he mentioned NYU, still berated with the anxiety of college entrance procedures. âYou are? Me too! What are the odds. Man I sure hope I get accepted though, it would suck if I didnât.â âNYU is famous for its film school though, are you majoring in film?â This was the first chance you got of a private conversation with Wonwoo. âNope. Iâm majoring in English lit. Are you taking film?â âYeah, I do actually.â You liked Wonwoo immediately. You remembered thinking his presence was so still, and calm, so calm that it softened your rough edges, and calmed your anxiety. âI hope I got accepted though. I donât know what I would do if I didnâtâ You told him. Wonwoo shrugged lightly, and nonchalantly adds, âYouâll get in. Trust me.â Youâve never trusted zodiacs, or tarot reading, or anything of the sorts. But the way Wonwoo said it, his deep set cat like eyes piercing into you, that day you decided you were going to trust Jeon Wonwoo and whatever he said.
The next time you met him was when the two of you settled into orientation day at NYU. Wonwoo lived in a dorm at campus area, and you got your own place 5 minutes away from him. The two of you were so delighted when you met each other that day. Wonwoo remembered thinking it was like a match made in heaven. Being the quiet, shy, introvert that he is, Wonwoo relished the idea of having company when venturing into a brand new territory. He secretly wanted to held your hand the whole time but refrain from doing so. That day, Wonwoo took you to eat at a wings joint near campus, and the two of you laughed your asses off listening to Wonwooâs anecdotes about Seungkwan. Lips smeared with barbecue sauce, Wonwoo ended his sermon about Seungkwan with a statement that you had etched into your memory until today. You and Wonwoo had fought about a number of things, which band was better, which movie was better, which tie he should buy. Sometimes he changed your mind, and sometime you changed his. But on this specific issue, you have never changed your opinion about because you had agreed completely. That night he said, âwe should really thank Seungkwan though. If it wasnât for him, we wouldnât have met each other and I wouldnât have a friend at campus. Who wouldâve thought he would be a blessing?â The two of you have never stopped talking since then.
ii. The Tale of Two Roommates
âWon!â You banged at Wonwooâs dorm room at exactly 7 pm. The two of you were supposed to hang out at the library, studying for finals. âJust a sec!â You heard Wonwoo called from inside the room, and couldnât help but wonder what is taking him long enough. Contrary to what you expected, when the door finally swung open it wasnât Jeon Wonwoo that was at the other side of the door. It was Wonwooâs roommate, Kim Mingyu, if you had remembered correctly. Â âOop! Sorry to startle you. Wonwoo is going to take some time, you better come in.â He said sweetly, a smile was breaking on his lips. Mingyu was kind of cute, and you wondered why Wonwoo never mentioned that fact. âThanks! Um, Mingyu is it?â âCorrect! I suppose Wonwoo have mentioned me?â Mingyu had eyes like sugar and caramel, sweet. âOnly in passing.â You shrugged lightly. Mingyu proceeded to sit on his bed and fiddled his laptop.
âI hope you donât mind me blasting a song through my laptop? I lost my headphones a couple of days ago.â
âYeah no problem! This is your room anyway.â
âJust between you and me, Â I lent my headphones to Wonwoo and I could swear he had never given it back.â Mingyu said, not looking mad at all, instead his visage was decorated with a dubious grin. Implying that him and Wonwoo are close enough to make fun of each other. You continued to wonder why Wonwoo never properly introduced the two of you. The person in question was still in the bathroom, hell, only God knows what heâs doing in there.
You had thoughts that Wonwoo was going to be taking too long, and the library is going to be crowded by the time you two got there, but in all honesty he was unknowingly doing you a favour. As you sat on Wonwooâs bed on the other side of the room, Mingyu was casually playing music by different artists. His tastes ranges from electric music, dance music, to popular songs you often hear on the radio. Your heart skipped a beat only when he glances at you from across the room, and replayed the song that was playing before. It was from Arctic Monkeyâs 2013 album, a song you often play when you were in the mood to fall in love. The song, titled Knee Socks, was dripping through the speakers, and Mingyu caught your head bopping along with the beat. âYou know this song?â
âYeah, it was pretty popular when it came out didnât it?â You added. This time you held Mingyuâs gaze. âIt is actually! God, I feel so dumb playing this song now. It feels so outdated.â You chuckled at that. What does an attractive man like Mingyu had to fear? He began to talk to you about the songs he played after Arctic Monkeyâs famous ballad was over. And you realised that Kim Mingyu, had held your attention completely. There was something about him that reminded you of chocolate covered caramel. When Wonwoo finally came out of the bathroom, he had looked unusually dashing. His face was completely bare, save for his round eyeglasses he never took off. He was wearing a v-neck t-shirt that shown his perfectly sculpted collarbone. And his wet hair was still slightly dripping. Not that you had noticed any of this, because that night you were completely smitten by Kim Mingyu.
Since then, youâve found yourself making up a string of unusual reasons to come over to Wonwooâs dorm. Either to borrow a charger, borrow Wonwooâs laptop, anything, just so you have an excuse to see Kim Mingyu. It was between your 5th to 6th visits when Mingyu finally asked you out on a date. Wonwoo, being Wonwoo, always warned you against it. âBe careful! I hear he has a reputation.â Itâs always be careful this, be careful that. You only started to wonder if Wonwoo was making some of those things up. As reality goes, Mingyu turned out to be one of the sweetest guy to exist. He was always walking you back to your place, even if that meant he had to take a 5 minute detour. He was always careful of your feelings. He never disregarded anything you said. The first few months, your relationship with Mingyu was perfect. You hung out with him in his room, which gave you the additional advantage of hanging out with Wonwoo too. You made Mingyu hot chocolate when heâs craving for one, and the list goes on.
But some stories are not only about you. When you first started dating Mingyu, Wonwoo was always skeptical about it. He was never quite sure about the odds of you two being together. But when it looked like it was going perfectly, Wonwooâs frown began to cease. His doubts replaced with another feeling. Wonwoo couldnât quite give the feeling a name, he just knew it when he felt it.Â
The first time was when he walked into the two of you cuddling on Mingyuâs bed. It was not like Wonwoo was seeing red, but it almost seemed like he did. He felt the tiniest pinch inside his gut, but no words were registered to explain the phenomenon. After that, he only dreaded the thought of seeing the two of you together. It was not as if he didnât like seeing you happy, he did. He completely, wholeheartedly did. He just preferred he didnât have to see it.
iii. You Shouldnât Build Houses Out Of People
It was nearing the end of your second year in college when you woke up in Wonwooâs arms. You and Wonwoo stayed being the best friends that you always were. The year that has passed only made the bond stronger. There has been an additional list of activities that you and Wonwoo had shared without making it awkward because you two are almost closer than any friend. Going out late at night for McDonalds, hanging out at his dorm, catching a midnight movie premiere together. It was always Wonwoo this, Wonwoo that, if not Mingyu this, Mingyu that. Wonwoo had hugged you, braided your hair, picked you up and swung you around when your short movie won a college award. You had hugged Wonwoo, caressed the top of his head, squeezed his hand when you get nervous. Anything and everything. You had stayed together with Mingyu too, the whole time. You caught yourself repeatedly saying a prayer for Wonwoo and Mingyuâs presence in your life.
This is where the chapters started to get ugly. Love stories, they tend to get ugly before the main protagonist had any idea what they had been seeing. The same pattern you had found happening with your relationship with Mingyu. It was not as if you didnât love Mingyu, you do. And he loved you too. But as time strengthen some relationships, yours only wore it down. Mingyu was constantly distracted by his college, his devotion to his music projects, his friend group that doesnât include you and Wonwoo. This is when you start to realise that love was not a given. It was supposed to be a companion you were supposed to caress, feed and entertain. It was a guest, that came knocking into two peopleâs heart. And when the people in question started to be too busy to take care of it like they used to, love began to walk out the door. And so then, when Mingyu began to choose hanging out with his band, instead of you, or when you made little effort in making Tuesdays with Mingyu happen again, that was when love began to fade into the background.
The breakup was harsh. It was not as if you had been too numb to not feel broken up about ending a year long relationship with Mingyu. You had silently wept for falling out of love, you often question what you couldâve done to make it turn out the other way. You and Mingyu was sitting at the bench in the dorm lawn. It was almost midnight, so no one couldâve overheard the silent sobs. âItâs hurting me. That we are together, but I donât feel for you anymore. I feel for the memories. I clung to it as if itâs the only thing I have. It pains me.â Mingyuâs words would not leave your head for years to come. And you had silently nodded in pain, because it was hurting you too. To look at Mingyu, and to wish loudly that things were as they were before. It hurt you to look at Mingyu and could only think of the past when the memories of present was what supposed to hook you onto reality.
He had went inside after that. That night, Mingyu didnât walk you home and take his usual 5 minutes detour. But Wonwoo did. Like all best friends do, upon seeing Mingyu coming into the room looking completely distressed, something in Wonwoo snapped. He grabbed his coat, ran down the stairs and caught you silently crying on the bench. Wonwoo walked you home. Staying completely silent all the way there. Tucked you in to bed, and brew you coffee. He stayed with you the whole night, skipped class the next day, and moved out of his dorm the next day. âI just think it would be awkward seeing Mingyu after this.â He had said when you asked him why. You promised you would help him find a place.
Before you two had found one though, Wonwoo stayed at your place for a couple of days. Â And then days turn to weeks. You had an extra spare bed you only used if your parents come to visit, and Wonwoo was welcomed to occupy it anytime he want. It was quite a comical set up, Wonwoo sleeping on the extra bed in front of the tv, and you on safely tucked in your bedroom. Wonwooâs stuff splattered everywhere in his space, yours neatly stacked in your bedroom. You having to walk over Wonwoo sleeping body when you had to go to the bathroom at 3 in the morning. It was quite comical, but it was extra magical. Wonwoo was the best roommate anyone could ever ask for, he made dinner sometimes, do the dishes regularly, heâd watched shitty tv with you all the time, and heâs basically a kickass friend. You didnât want to admit it but having Wonwoo living with you clearly made your days a whole lot better. You slept better knowing the safety of Wonwooâs presence. You studied better, because Wonwoo always offered to study with youâknowing that someone willingly endured a form of torture with you, had given you an extra serotonin boost. You almost wished he would never found his own place.
The one night that you highlighted vividly in your memory about this chapter you shared with Wonwoo, was the night of your final exams. Exams had always tortured you. You always had this innate need to do everything perfectly, but also freaking out over the limited time that you have in studying. It was not a strange phenomenon that sometime you broke down crying before an exam, it was an accepted reality. Especially, when the days are extremely bad. You would cry harder, or break easier. There was nothing in between.
When Wonwoo noticed this, he calmed you down immensely. You were instantly reminded of how Wonwooâs presence provided you this strange sense of calmness that softened all your edges. Wonwoo told you not to get too hung up over it, youâll ace it anyway, youâll be fine, in his deep baritone voice you secretly admired. The cherry on top of the sundae was when Wonwoo brought you to your room, tucked you in lightly so you would sleep. âItâs okay to sleep now. Weâve been studying since 5, we can continue again tomorrow morning. Besides your exams didnât start until the day after tomorrow right?â The way he said it so calmly just forced rationality inside your head, you did nothing but nod. You caressed Wonwooâs hand lightly as he sat by your bed to fiddle with his phone. Anyone who didnât comprehend the bond you had with Wonwoo would think that what you were doing implied that you were his girlfriend. But anyone who shared the same bond probably knew better. But you werenât so sure you knew better either.
âWon. Please donât leave.â
âWhat? Iâm not leaving. Iâm right here.â He said, not peeling his eyes off the screen. âI mean just sleep here tonight. I have plenty of room.â At that Wonwoo directed his gaze at you. Undoubtedly surprise at your statement. This, was the one activity you had never done together. âAre you sure?â He asked. Wonwoo, the compassionate, quiet guy, who had helped you strengthen your grip on reality, time and time again. Sometimes you ask yourself if you even deserve him. âIâm serious. Just sleep!â You tugged at his hand and tapped at the empty space beside you. âOkay..â He agreed, and proceeded to take off his glasses, put down his phone and lay down beside you. Granted, with Wonwoo on the bed, the space seemed to shrink.
âAre you comfortable?â He asked innocently. âUgh, donât make this awkward Won. Just flop on the bed, lay in it, whatever. My bed is your bed, too.â You said as you stare at him. Head propped on the pillow. It was not long after that you started snoring. And so did Wonwoo. Secretly he liked sharing your bed. Your warmth provided him a strange sense of comfort he never experienced before. Wonwoo, only wondered, not out loud though, at the strange beat of his heart that night.
The nights after that wasnât as bad as the first one. Sometimes you flop over his bed in front of the tv and slept with him. Sometimes he slept on your bed. It was a shared routine that you two never talked about. Not a single word said about the nature of this new activity.
A couple of nights after, you were casually scrolling through your instagram feed only to be greeted with a picture of Mingyu, and a girl you recognised was his classmate. You didnât know what it meant. Had it meant Mingyu was completely over you? Did he do it just to piss you off? You realised you were living in bliss when you were with Wonwoo. Completely unaware of the world going on out there. Almost like a honeymoon, you thought, but then quickly dismissed the thought as if it were foul. But that picture of Mingyu had completely shattered the serenity that sheltered you and Wonwoo. You threw your phone across the room. Seemingly seething with anger.
âThe hell? What is wrong with you?â He began to walk and pick up the phone. Mingyuâs smile was still plastered on the phone. The same exact page. âOh.â He said when he realised what it was all about. âYeah. Oh.â Your voice was dripping with venom. Only then did you realise how your anger at the breakup has never really subsided. It was as if anger comes in waves, and this was about to crash, loudly. Wonwoo calmly put the phone down to pull you into a tight hug. His hug felt calming. If your anger was like waves, Wonwooâs hug was like a lighthouse.
You were sitting next to him on his bed, your head atop his shoulder, and his chin atop yours. âIâm sorry.â He said, softly. You made a mental note that you could recognise his voice, anywhere, anytime. You only shrugged in response. Did your relationship not mean anything to Mingyu? It hurts the most when it almost meant the world to you. You were cherishing the way Wonwooâs arms curled on your shoulders was like a sign of protection. It in and of itself, meant youâre safe. You could only wonder how someone could be of such importance to another person.
âYou know, you shouldnât build houses out of people, y/n. Because they come and go. So easily. Almost like itâs nothing.â He finally pulled himself away from his initial position to stare at you right in the eyes. His eyes, youâve always thought was like a catâs. But now you realised the gaze, the fire flaming behind it, it looked more like a foxâs. Everything about Wonwoo in that moment, reminded you of safety, protection, familiarity and home. He was the only thing in New York that tied you to home. You both came from the same small town, you knew the same people, youâve been his friend since college barely even started. Wonwoo was, in every sense of the word, home. And that night youâve decided to come back.
Youâd like to think you were never on your right mind when youâre sad. You were always making rash decisions you would later either regret, or forget. You never really know what was into you, to get you to pull him by the t-shirt, close the distance between you two that initially felt like 5 miles, but was now nothing but a shared breath. You kissed him, so hard that it felt like you were drowning. Later in life, when someone offered you to pick between chocolate covered caramel and peppermint candies, you made sure to pick the latter. Because that night, Wonwoo smelled like peppermint candies, and you couldnât get it out of your mind. Almost as if it was driving you crazy.
Youâd like to think you were pushed by all the pent up anger, the unsaid feelings about how you secretly liked Wonwooâs touch, Wonwooâs presence beside you on the bed, just Wonwoo. It couldâve been the way Wonwoo was literally sitting underneath the moonlight, basking in all of its glory. It couldâve been the way his fox like eyes stared at you like no one ever does before, like he understood you, through and through. It couldâve been anything. All you knew was if you didnât kiss Wonwoo, you wouldâve gone insane. âKiss me, Won.â You murmured against his lips. And to your surprise, he did. He kissed you like he had never kissed anyone before.
He, on the other hand, liked to think, he was carried off. He didnât know what has gotten into his right mind kissing you like that. Like he was hungry. Like he was in pain. He had pushed all other thoughts from his mind. That night there was only you. He looked into your eyes, and was reminded of the person you have always been to him. The only person who would listen to his nerdy ramblings about movies. The only person who remembered the names of all his cousins who always caused him trouble. The only person worth a damn in this whole world. It was not long before his hands found the buttons of your shirt, and your hands slid into his back, passionately lifting his t-shirt. When he pulled himself off of you to breathe, you recited him, âI shouldnât build houses out of people, because they leave. But you, youâre my best friend Won. You would never leave.â You pulled him into a kiss one more time, and that night was the night the two of you came home.
iv. What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
âJeon Wonwoo!â
Wonwoo, startled, immediately turned around to see who that was. The owner of the voice was Kwon Soonyoung, his childhood best friend. Wonwoo had his hand on your back, slowly ushering you to Soonyoungâs direction. Kwon Soonyoung was a handsome 20-something year old. He was tall, not taller than Wonwoo, you made a mental note to yourself. His figure was very lean, like the figure of a professional figure skaters, or that of a professional dancer. Wonwoo with a grin stamped all over his face went up to him and gave him the tightest hug.
It was a festive evening. To be precise, it was Wonwooâs friend, Seungcheolâs wedding. âCrazy how he is only a year older than me, but heâs getting married. Meanwhile, I couldnât even score a date?â
Strange as it may seems, that one eventful night was the only time you slept with Wonwoo. You two woke up the other day, brushed each otherâs hair, straightened your t-shirts and went on with life like nothing had happened. You had always thought it was one of two things; either it meant nothing, or it had meant everything and the weight of the thought had rendered your tongue useless. Either way, the two of you had never mentioned dating, or sex, or relationship in front of the other. As if it was a silent pact. The fact that this pact was never officially made just confirmed that Wonwoo and you practically operated on the same braincells.
âItâs because you have never made a move! Jeon Wonwoo, how are girls supposed to get to know you if you never made a move?â Unlike a normal person, Jeon Wonwoo never thought other girls exist besides you. It was always you, he thought of. Youâre the only person he would call if he got into a fight with his mom. Youâre the only person that should know his in depth feelings about his classmates. Youâre the only person he thought of for a date to a friendâs wedding. After all, youâre his best friend.
âIt feels like we havenât seen each other in years!â Soonyoung exclaimed. The way he inserts himself into conversations strangely feels familiar. Soonyoung has a presence that made you immediately felt embraced, and at ease. He kind of reminded you of Wonwoo that way. âItâs because we truly havenât, moron! How are you doing? I see youâre still getting 0 luck with girls.â Wonwoo teased him. The way the two interacted, made you think of brothers who have been separated for too long. Soonyoug playfully slapped Wonwooâs back and gulped down his champagne. âAish, donât go flexing on me now that you got yourself a beautiful girlfriend!â He said, gesturing to you who were just standing there.
âMe? Iâm not his girlfriend! I would never! No offense to you though, Won.â A smile emerged on Wonwooâs face. It is a running joke that you would never date Wonwoo, and vice versa. You once told him, âAt this point, weâre practically twins!â
âNone taken, my lady.â Wonwoo said, still with the smile on his face. âOh! Thank god. I was about to give you a whole essay on why you should rethink your decision.â Soonyoung teased, winking at you. At that the three of you laughed. Youâve never met Wonwooâs childhood friends before. But he had always assured you, theyâre like family to him, so they should be family to you too.
You, Soonyoung, and Wonwoo took up a table of five, joined by Seungkwan, and Seokmin who just happened to know Seungcheol too. You gave Boo Seungkwan a kiss on the cheek, reminding him how much you missed him. Seungkwan and Seokmin was such a comedic duo, you couldnât help but burst with laughter every five minutes or so. It was one of those days where you really enjoyed yourself.
Weddings were not particularly your type of events. Strangely though, weddings were always graced with a type of magic that you could sense through the air. It might be because of how weddings itself was supposed to be the strongest union of two individuals who loved each other endlessly, and sacred enough that it could only be broken through death. It could be because a wedding is the happiest moments of a personâs life. It could be because for everyone else who was invited, it was a chance to reunite with old friends, and families.
And that night, the magic poured on your cheeks like raindrops. That night, as you sat by Wonwooâs side. Feeling strangely nervous for finally meeting Wonwooâs friends, he held your hands so tight, as if it was a secret message. And the message reads; donât worry, youâre safe. Whatâs crazy is how he never let go of your hand the entire night. It was an unspoken gesture, but it was there. Even when you have finally loosen up, and laughed along with Seungkwan and Seokmin, he still wouldnât let go.
When Seungcheol came up to the stage, serenaded with lovely romantic tunes, and began to start his speech, an homage to his wife. The night began to descend into something you are not entirely sure of.
âIf I was supposed to describe my wife in three words, Iâm going to be at a loss of words. Because how do you even try to describe someone so attentive, so caring, so beautiful, entirely intelligent, possesses the kindest heart, with just three words?Â
My wife has given me everything I thought I didnât deserve.â
During that pause, Wonwoo clutched your hand a little bit tighter.
âI was not the least bit stable when I first met her. That is even an understatement. I was just a mess. I was all over the place. I was late on bills, I was fired from my previous two jobs, and worse, I preferred to be drunk than having to face any of that senseless reality.â
This time you clutched his hand tighter. At one point, you could feel your own breath flowing in and out of your lungs.
âBut, my wife? She was like a god sent. She came into my life like the angel Gabriel. Gave me a sense of direction. Helped me get sober. Helped me find a place to live that was not my motherâs basement.â Seungcheol earned quite a number of chuckles at that. But if you look clearly, his wifeâs, as well as his friendâs eyes were starting to brim with tears. It mustâve been a dark chapter in his life.
âThis woman practically saved my life.â
You turned your head, to get a look at Wonwoo. He was still staring directly at the stage, there were bits of tear on his clear, perfect eyes. As you look at him, you were only reminded of one thing. That night at your place, where Wonwoo was basking in the moonlight. Tonight, it was as if he was the moonlight. His grip on your hands felt like a comfort, security. The way he had always made you feel.
âSo, when they asked me to write an homage to the angel who Iâm now proud to call my wife, I thought, âman, how am I supposed to do that?ââ
Wonwoo mustâve felt your stares, because now he was looking at you. There was such tenderness in his eyes, that couldnât be compared. Youâve never seen Wonwoo this way before. Like a godsent. There was only one time that almost, briefly mimics this moment. It was the day you two went to the beach, for the first time together. Wonwoo was staring straight into the sunset, the wind whipping his hair, the glow of the sunset framing his visage. The scene was so dreamy, you almost thought it didnât happen.
âMan, I suck at this. I hope my wife isnât disappointed.â
Again, Seungcheol earned a number of laughter at that. And from the looks of it, his wife isnât in any how disappointed. There were visible tears running down her cheeks, threatening to undo her makeup.
âSo, letâs all raise our glass.â
Wonwooâs stares was like daggers in your heart. Threatening to undo a secret long unraveled.
âTo the most beautiful woman, I have ever met.â
As Wonwoo was fixing his stare at you, everything seems to finally made sense. There has always been a reason why you fit him more than his favourite sweater. To the most beautiful woman, I have ever met, a sentence fit only for you.
âTo the love of my life.â
Claps erupted from all around the venue. And when you knew, you knew.
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