jeon wonwoo — clash of hearts : a campus romance.
the gentle rustle of pages filled the air as you sat on a bench outside the university, completely engrossed in the world of a captivating book.
the peaceful atmosphere shattered when a football came hurtling towards you, interrupting your serene reading session.
startled, you looked up just in time to see a football hurtling towards you. with lighting-fast reflexes, you dodged the ball, but not before it grazed your shoulder.
with a mix of surprise and irritation, you glanced to see soonyoung, a known troublemaker on campus, grinning sheepishly as he jogged over to retrieve the ball.
you tell him to watch where he's kicking, your voice laced with annoyance.
soonyoung's grin faltered for a moment as he mumbled an apology, but before he could say anything else, you grabbed the football and hurled it back in his direction.
unfortunately for soonyoung, your aim was spot on, and the ball smacked him right in the face with a satisfying thud.
muttering a curse under your breath, you got up, leaving the scene.
little did you know, your actions hadn't gone unnoticed. wonwoo, soonyoung's best friend and a fellow student at the university, had witnessed the entire exchange from across the campus grounds.
wonwoo couldn't help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before him, finding amusement in soonyoung's misfortune.
"nice aim, y/n. you should consider joining the team," minghao, says walking behind.
you turn around to shot him a glare, not amused by his jest, retorting something about soonyoung needing to keep his balls to himself.
"soonyoung's always been a bit...clumsy," minghao admitted, still grinning. "but hey, at least you showed him who's boss,"
you rolled your eyes, not in the mood for banter, "yeah, well, he better watch himself next time,"
minghao's grin faded as he noticed your annoyance, "hey, lighten up, y/n. it was just a harmless accident,"
"harmless for you, maybe," you muttered.
sighing, minghao decided to change the subject, "where are you off to anyways?"
"library," you replied curtly, still feeling the remnants of irritation from the earlier encounter.
as fate would have it, you found yourself in the university library once again, seeking solace among the rows of books.
lost in the fragrance of a newly discovered novel, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of ink and paper.
unbeknownst to you, wonwoo had silently approached, finding amusement in your moment of bliss.
with mischief in his mind, wonwoo stealthily snapped a picture of you, capturing the serene expression on your face as you indulged in the aroma of the book.
chuckling to himself, he quickly saved the photo before you could notice his presence.
however, his laughter was short-lived when you suddenly opened your eyes, catching him in the act.
demandingly yet quietly, you urged that he deletes the photo immediately, but wonwoo simply shrugged, refusing to comply with your request.
"why should I delete it? it's not like it's a big deal," wonwoo argued, his tone nonchalant as he scrolled through his phone.
as you walked towards wonwoo, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your determination.
"seriously, wonwoo? you think this is funny?" you snapped, your voice sharp with irritation, yet quiet for the sake of keeping silence in the library.
wonwoo's smirk only widened in response. "i have to admit, it's not every day i get caught taking clandestine pictures in the library," he admitted, teasingly.
"well, congratulations, you've managed to turn me into your enemy," you declared, your tone resolute.
"enemy seems a bit harsh, don't you think?" he countered, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
you scoffed, incredulous at his attempt to downplay the situation, "you refuse to delete the picture, and you have the nerve to call me harsh?" you retorted, your frustration reaching its peak.
for a moment, silence hung between you, tension crackling in the air. then, wonwoo relented, his demeanor softening, "okay, okay, i'll delete the picture," he conceded.
relief flooded through you, but your sense of victory was short-lived. "now, about that apology to soonyoung..." wonwoo trailed off, a mischievous glint in his eye.
you groaned in exasperation, realizing that you had walked right into his trap.
"i'm not apologizing to him,"
"imagine the likes and comments you'd get," wonwoo mused, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the photo on his phone.
you narrowed your eyes at him, your frustration boiling over. "you wouldn't dare," you warned, your voice laced with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
wonwoo's smirk only widened at your reaction. "oh, i wouldn't?" he challenged, raising an eyebrow, "you forget, y/n, i have a reputation for being unpredictable,"
your heart sank at his words, realizing that you were at his mercy, "you wouldn't stoop that low," you argued, hoping to appeal to his sense of decency.
but wonwoo remained unfazed, his expression unreadable as he studied you. "wouldn't i?" he countered, his tone teasing yet oddly serious.
feeling a sense of defeat wash over you, you clenched your fists, unsure of how to proceed. "what do you want from me, wonwoo?" you demanded, your voice tinged with frustration and desperation.
a flicker of something unreadable passed through wonwoo's eyes before he sighed, relenting slightly, "all i want is for you to apologise to soonyoung. simple as that,"
"fine," you muttered through gritted teeth, your pride begrudgingly giving in to wonwoo's demand.
as wonwoo grasped your arm, his grip sending a jolt of surprise through you, he led you towards the football ground. the players, sensing the tension, halted their game, their attention now fixated on the unfolding scene.
minghao, who had been sitting on the bench nearby, stood up and walked briskly towards you, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.
wonwoo's actions were met with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. he lightly shoved you towards soonyoung, his gaze unwavering as he commanded, "say it,"
feeling the weight of the moment, you looked down, your voice barely a whisper as you offered your apology.
"huh? couldn't hear ya," soonyoung teased, a smirk playing on his lips.
summoning your courage, you raised your voice, your words echoing across the silent field. "i said i'm sorry!" the force behind your words made both soonyoung and wonwoo flinch, the impact of your apology reverberating in the air.
exhaling deeply, you took a moment to gather yourself before speaking again, this time in a normal and quieter tone. "i apologize," you said, the words carrying half sincerity.
soonyoung's expression softened at your apology, "i forgive you," he replied, his tone warmer and more forgiving than before as he pats you on the head.
you turned towards wonwoo, demanding that he deletes the picture now that you've apologized.
"nope!" he says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he starts running away from you, making you chase behind him.
minghao caught up to soonyoung as they watched you and wonwoo disappear into the distance, the sounds of your footsteps echoing across the football ground.
"you know," minghao began, "i've never seen y/n apologize before,"
soonyoung glanced at minghao, a puzzled expression on his face, "really?" he replied, "why's that?"
minghao shrugged, his gaze following the path you had taken. "y/n's not one to easily admit fault," he explained, a hint of admiration in his voice, "so consider yourself lucky that you got to hear her say sorry,"
as you navigate through campus, your disdain for wonwoo consumes your thoughts, overshadowing everything else.
every laugh shared with friends, every moment of joy, is tainted by the looming presence of your enemy.
in contrast, minghao remains a steadfast source of support. he's always there for your complaints and 'wonwoo this' and 'wonwoo that'.
"are you sure about this, y/n? wonwoo can be unpredictable, and i don't want you getting into more trouble,"
you wave off his concern with a dismissive gesture, "oh, i'm serious alright. it's time wonwoo learned that he can't mess with me without consequences,"
as wonwoo walks with soonyoung across the campus, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming exams, he notices two girls approaching him.
with a puzzled expression, he watches as they stop in front of him, their faces beaming with mischievous grins.
"all the best, wonwoo!" one of the girls chirps, her voice filled with playful enthusiasm.
"we're cheering for you!" the other girl adds, a hint of laughter in her tone.
wonwoo's confusion deepens as he exchanges a perplexed glance with soonyoung, who shrugs in response. before he can say anything, the girls burst into giggles and walk away, leaving wonwoo to ponder their cryptic words.
as he continues walking with soonyoung, wonwoo's curiosity gets the better of him, and he veers off course to investigate a nearby noticeboard.
his eyes widen in surprise as he reads the announcement about the boxing match scheduled for saturday, featuring none other than himself and kim mingyu.
CLASH OF TITANS: WONWO VS. MINGYU
BOXING MATCH!
THIS SATURDAY
LOCATION: UNIVERSITY GYMNASIUM
GET READY FOR THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN AS TWO TITANS OF THE CAMPUS FACE OFF IN THE BOXING RING!
WITNESS HISTORY IN THE MAKING AS THESE FIERCE RIVALS GO HEAD-TO-HEAD IN A BATTLE FOR SUPREMACY. SPARKS WILL FLY, FISTS WILL CLASH, AND ONLY ONE WILL EMERGE VICTORIOUS!
DON'T MISS OUT ON THE ACTION-PACKED EVENT OF THE SEMESTER. MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND BE THERE TO WITNESS THE CLASH OF TITANS!
realization dawns on wonwoo as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. the girls' mysterious well-wishes suddenly make sense. and wonwoo knows damn well who's responsible for this.
"so that's was why those girls wished you," soonyoung says, "well? what are you gonna do now?"
"i can't believe it..." wonwoo trails, walking closer to the notice board in disbelief, "they forgot to add another 'o' in my name!"
the day of the highly anticipated boxing match had finally arrived. saturday dawned with a crisp clarity, the air buzzing with excitement and tension as students eagerly made their way to the university gymnasium.
suddenly, amidst the chaos of the match, mingyu grabbed the microphone, his voice booming over the crowd. "if i win," he declared, his words sending a ripple of shock through the spectators, "wonwoo will kneel down and beg for forgiveness from my sister, y/n,"
wonwoo snatched the microphone from mingyu's grasp, "and if i win," he announced, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife, "i'll get to kiss kim y/n. on the lips,"
the crowd gasped at wonwoo's bold declaration, their murmurs filling the gymnasium with a sense of anticipation. your eyes widened, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed wonwoo's words.
as the match between wonwoo and mingyu raged on, tensions reached a boiling point. with each passing round, mingyu's aggressive tactics began to wear wonwoo down, leaving him struggling to keep up.
frustration boiled within wonwoo as mingyu taunted and jeered, his relentless assault taking its toll on wonwoo's morale.
in a moment of sheer desperation, mingyu spat on wonwoo, a vile gesture intended to provoke.
anger flashed in wonwoo's eyes as he wiped the spit from his face, his resolve hardening with each passing second.
seeing his friend in distress, soonyoung knew he had to act fast. with a quick glance around the arena, his eyes landed on a nearby concession stand, where a frying pan sat innocently among the cooking utensils.
without hesitation, soonyoung sprang into action, darting towards the stand and snatching the frying pan.
as the match continued to unfold, soonyoung discreetly slid the frying pan into the ring, his heart pounding with anticipation.
with a knowing look exchanged between them, wonwoo seized the opportunity, grabbing the frying pan and wielding it with newfound determination.
with a swift, calculated swing, wonwoo struck mingyu on the head, the impact resonating through the arena with a dull thud.
the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause as mingyu stumbled backwards, dazed and disoriented.
the referee, shocked by the unexpected turn of events, hesitated for a moment before declaring wonwoo the victor of the match.
as wonwoo stood in the center of the ring, frying pan in hand, a sense of triumph washed over him.
you stood there, your heart racing as you met wonwoo's gaze, unsure of what to say or do. the tension in the air was palpable, each moment stretching on as you contemplated your next move.
you grasped minghao's hand, but it didn't changed the fact that — pushing you lightly, soonyoung manages to get you inside the ring where your brother layed in defeat and wonwoo smirks, guesturing for you to come closer.
but you stood there. hesitatant and shy. so wonwoo took matters in his own hands.
wonwoo stepped forward, closing the distance between you with purposeful strides. his gaze bore into yours, a silent question lingering between you as he reached out, his hand trembling ever so slightly.
without a word, wonwoo gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. the air crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat echoing in the silence of the gymnasium.
then, just as you thought he was about to kiss you, wonwoo pulled back slightly, a playful glint in is eyes.
"i guess i'll have to save that kiss for another time," wonwoo teased, his voice low and husky, sending a rush of warmth through you despite your confusion.
with a charismatic grin, he blew exaggerated flying kisses to the girls swooning over him by the ring, earning a chorus of delighted giggles.
after the boxing match and the incident with soonyoung, there was a noticeable shift in the dynamic between you and wonwoo.
at first, it was subtle, hardly noticeable to anyone but the two of you. days turned into weeks, and the tension between you seemed to linger, a palpable presence whenever you were in each other's vicinity.
it was what you would call...awkward.
you froze in disbelief as you stumbled upon the notice board, your eyes narrowing in fury as you took in the sight. there, plastered for all to see, was a picture of you, arms crossed and a warning sign hovering above your head like a dark cloud.
with a scowl, you ripped the offending poster from the notice board, your hands trembling with anger. holding it tightly in your grasp, you stormed towards the campus grounds.
as you walk across the campus grounds, your anger burning hot like a wildfire, you failed to notice the uneven pavement beneath your feet as you and wonwoo walked towards each other. with an unexpected slip, you lost your footing, tumbling forward in a graceless descent.
in a twist of fate, your fall landed you squarely on top of wonwoo, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to soften the impact.
but before either of you could react, your lips collided in a clumsy kiss.
time seemed to stand still as the world around wonwoo faded away, the only sound echoing in his ears being the pounding of his heart.
it was a moment of pure chaos and unexpected intimacy, witnessed by the amused gazes of the nearby football team and minghao, who watched the scene unfold with wide eyes.
"its your fault! you should've watched where you were going!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with indignation.
wonwoo scoffed, "me? you're the one who practically ran into me! If anyone's to blame, it's you!"
the heated exchange continued, neither of you willing to take responsibility for the accidental kiss, then wonwoo pulls out this move:
"y/n, you should really learn how to shut up," he says before smashing his lips onto yours, once again but this time — with full purpose.
"haah...?" you breathed out after you pulled away.
"damn you!" you yell before gripping your hands on his hair, pulling him closer and smashing your lips against his.
after pulling away, breathless. you both just realised what had happened.
"you...why did you kiss me?" you ask, your voice laced with confusion.
"you're asking me? you're the one who kissed me!"
"you kissed me first!"
"then why'd you kiss me after?"
you and wonwoo, lost in the moment and oblivious to everything, without a word, you both simultaneously lean in, jumping over each other with perfect synchronicity, meeting in an urgent kiss mid-air.
the world around wonwoo fades away as you both savor the fleeting moment of intimacy, your hearts beating in harmony.
meanwhile, minghao and soonyoung can only stare in disbelief, their mouths agape as they witness the unexpected display unfold before them.
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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
06. charming guy
🌼feat: wonwoo x reader, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired
🌼summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.
warning(s): a car accident occurs in this chapter. it's not overly graphic, but there are mentions of open wounds. please do not read if you are uncomfortable!
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"I'll be right back! I just need to get the arm brace for Grandma Lee," You call to Delia as you grab the car keys. "She's making much more progress than expected at this stage, so I'll go get the brace early."
You had liaised with a clinic about thirty minutes away to get the arm brace Grandma Lee would need soon. She'd come into your clinic, two days after you visited her, put down her details into the registration form with no hesitation, and started her treatment. And now, three weeks later, she was doing better than ever.
Wonwoo hadn't really spoken to you since that day. You saw him at the village cleaning sessions, or out about town on his part-time jobs, but he was always either busy or just silent. You didn't feel any hostility from him, though, so you were mildly relieved.
And so with Delia's cheery goodbye, you drive out to the clinic, get the brace and prepare to return, only to find that whilst you were getting the brace, what you thought was a cloudy day had turned into a full downpour, with thunder and lightning to match.
Well. Your day was ruined, you sigh, as you open your umbrella and rush yourself to the car. Your new suitpant set would officially be a gone case.
As you drove along the winding road, you began to squint. The rain was so heavy you could barely see, and the curving road was definitely not helping. Still, you had to get back for your next appointment, and so pulling over wasn't on your mind as you pushed on.
It seemed fate had other plans for you, as the only thing you saw, approaching you swiftly from the corner of yet another curve, was a pair of large headlights, before a loud crash resounded in your ears, and the world spun and whirled before turning dark.
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"Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?"
You stir awake. Ow. Everywhere hurt.
"Miss?" An unfamiliar male voice made you come to your senses. Where were you?
You look up to see a short, squat man, knocking on your window in panic. "Miss? Could you open the door? We're in a bit of a situation...I crashed..oh shit, you're injured!"
You barely take in his words as a ringing pain shoots through your head. You reach up to touch it, only to wince and pull it away, hands coming away red.
Oh.
In your haze of pain, you finally recall to unlock the door, and you slump against the man the moment it opens. Your seatbelt and his grip saves you, and after settling you back in your seat he immediately asks, "Okay... we're going to need help, miss. Can you tell me anyone I can call? I'll try calling the ambulance, but the nearest hospital is an hour away and service is a little shit here."
You manage to slur out Delia's number softly, and the stranger fumbles in his pocket for a phone to call her, your head still laid against his shoulder. You faintly hear Delia's loud screech of shock on the other end, before the man is rearranging you back in your seat, standing next to your car door again as he waits. You fade in and out of consciousness as time passes, as the stranger does try to curb your bleeding with his handkerchief.
The next time you come to, it's to a dripping man (that is definitely not the driver nor Delia) hovering over you, trying to maneuver you out of your seat. His glasses gleam with rainwater as he unclicks your seatbelt and slides his arms under your knees and over your shoulders, preparing to carry you out of your car.
"Hang in there," You hear him call to you over the rain as he lifts you in his arms, gathering you to him. "I'll get you to a hospital, okay? I'll stay with you. Sleep a while if you need to."
"Uh...Chief Jeon?"
The man pauses speaking for a moment, but keeps walking. "Yeah, it's me. Delia doesn't have a car so she called me for help. What were you thinking anyway, driving out when there's a storm?"
"Brace. For...Grandma..." You try to say, but it just doesn't come out right, and all you're feeling is pain in your head. Being jostled around as he walks isn't making it better.
"Don't talk yet if it hurts. I'll ask you later, so go to sleep. You'll be okay when you wake up," He says again, and as if on command, your eyes drift closed.
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"Ugh.." Your head feels like it's pierced by a thousand knives. "Ow!"
The door --- right, you're in a hospital, you register -- opens and Wonwoo walks in, carrying a glass of water. You stare at him and he stares back at you. "What are you doing here?"
"Did you hit your head too hard?" He wonders, as he sits down and helps you hold the glass. "You don't remember me bringing you here?"
"It's all a blur, honestly," You mutter as you sip the water. After passing him back the glass, you try rubbing your temples gently to ease the ache.
"Wait, you're pressing too hard," He says suddenly. "Let me."
He leans forward, and you smell the faint scent of his cologne. Oh, he smells nice, you think, in your groggy haze.
"Thanks," He answers, still gently massaging the sides of your head, and you realise you said it out loud.
"I didn't say anything," You mutter, and he shakes his head in amusement. "I didn't hear anything then. I'll take it you're woozy from the medicine."
After he's done, he settles in the chair by your bed and pulls out his phone. "Shouldn't you go home? You already troubled yourself lots..." You ask, barely suppressing a yawn.
"I heard from the nurse. Delia's your only emergency contact, but she'll take a while to settle the clinic and come over, so I'm here till then," He replies, not looking up.
"I'm okay alone," You reply, but with your fatigue and mumble, it's not heated at all.
"Don't think too much," He answers nonchalantly. "I'm not staying here for you. It's just because Delia isn't here."
"Mhm... okay... could you pass me my phone?" You mumble, already half-asleep, hand loosely dangling over the bed. "I'll tell her not to come since I'm awake and fine, so you can go home and rest too. It's a long way."
He shakes her head. "Too late. Last I heard, she was getting a ride from Seungkwan."
"Ah, the charming guy, she says..." You muffle into your sheets, eyes shuttering.
You hear him huff a quiet laugh as you drift off, and then feel the warmth of a blanket being laid over you. "Yeah, the charming guy."
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The next time you wake up, Delia is sitting next to you.
"Oh, shit, you're awake," She says as she springs up from her seat and holds your shoulders to help you up. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I got run over," You try to crack a joke, but Delia's face dampens slightly. "I'm joking..."
"You scared the shit out of me," She mumbles, eyebrows furrowing. "Thankfully Wonwoo came to help you."
"Yeah, I know," You reply, your expression softening at the recall of Wonwoo carrying you in the rain to drive you to a hospital over forty-five minutes away from the town. "Where is he, anyway? And Seungkwan. You came with him, right?"
"They went to get food." Delia replies. "They'll be glad to know you woke up, Wonwoo was very worried."
"Hm?"
"Oh, yeah. He hung up on me the moment I said you were in an accident. Don't even know how he found you."
"Oh..."
Now you feel even more guilty. You vaguely remember the time when you got into an accident on the school bus and your dad drove all the way to the clinic to fetch you home.
"Man, you should've said something, I'd bring medicine for you..." You hear Seungkwan saying as the door slides open and Seungkwan and Wonwoo come in.
"Shut up," Wonwoo mumbles as he comes in. He sneezes once, and you look at him in concern. "Are you okay?"
"'M fine," You hear him reply, slightly muffled with a blocked nose.
"You caught a cold, didn't you?" You ask, slightly alarmed. "From being in the rain..."
"I have a bad immune system," He mumbles unhelpfully.
You sigh. "Don't go to any trouble next time, alright..."
He raises his eyebrows. "Is this the shock talking? This isn't the doctor we know." Seungkwan barely suppresses a laugh, snorting as Delia smacks his arm. You huff. "Should I go back to being bitchy?"
"Oh, no, thanks," He jests. "Here." He chucks a plastic bag onto your hospital table.
"What's this?"
"Gummy bears. Delia said you like to eat sweet stuff when you're in pain or something."
Delia shrugs when you look at her. "They were getting food. I thought you might want something when you got up."
You sigh, before picking out an orange one after he opens the bag for you. "Have you eaten medication?"
"No, not yet," He says, watching you munch on the bear. You frown sternly. "Make sure to take some after eating, once every four to six hours. Check the label if you need non-drowsy ones."
"I'm not the one in a hospital bed right now," He replies, just as sternly.
"Alright, lovebirds," Delia says, standing up and stretching. "I'm getting hungry. Is there a store nearby?"
"There's kimbap on the opposite side of the street." Seungkwan says, immediately getting up. "I'll go with you. There’s some shops you might wanna see.”
And before you and Wonwoo can say anything, they're out, chattering as they go.
You sit in silence with Wonwoo, who's twisting his fingers slightly now.
"Why are you anxious?"
"I'm not." He responds.
"You just tugged at your fingers, like, five thousand times."
"You're keeping count?"
"You're irritating, you know that?"
"I'm sorry."
"What is this?" You ask, taken aback. "Why're you apologising?"
"Not for the irritating part, for Grandma," He mutters. "She told me you went to her house and got her started on treatment. And Delia said you got into that accident because you were picking up her brace."
You're starting to get even more taken aback by the minute, but he keeps going. "And you were right about the parent thing. You know...the part about taking care of their health."
"Oh," you reply, nonplussed. "Well, you were right too. At some parts. Like trying to understand her and her situation. Sorry it... took me so long to get there."
He cracks a smile. "I think I like you much better in this state. Not so grouchy."
You scowl.
"Seriously, though," He straightens. "I'm sorry you got into this situation 'cause you were picking up her brace."
You furrow your eyebrows. "It was just shitty luck. Nothing to do with Grandma."
He smiles and then gestures towards your hospital table. “Do you want food? I can ask the nurse?”
“No, I’m good,” you mumble, embarrassed. “You should go get food, though. You had to wait around in here for a while.”
“Nah,” He says, leaning back in his chair and shutting his eyes. “I’m just lethargic. Don’t wanna move anywhere.”
You remain silent, fully intending to let him relax in silence, when you remember something.
"Thanks, by the way."
"What?"
"Thanks for helping me today." You say, cheeks flushing.
He shakes his head. “As long as you’re alright.”
When you finally smile and nod, he finally closes his eyes, drifting off while you lean back into your pillows.
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It's always the same scene. It's almost laughable how the dream plays out, always the same as before, always the exact same things happening.
Of him stuck in a black, empty space, nothing to be seen for miles. He can't even see the floor he's standing on.
A tap on his shoulder makes him whirl around, and he's met with the same person that always appears in his dreams -- him.
Well, at least it looks like him.
This Wonwoo isn't the happy, outgoing one. He sports swollen, tired eyes, trembling hands, a pale, drawn face. This Wonwoo seems to find his lifeline in saying the same exact lines every single time, shaky hands coming up to grab his neck.
Do you think you can run, Jeon Wonwoo? To that perfect little village you call home? Do you think everything you've done won't catch up to you?
His eyes fly open, sitting up bolt upright in his chair, bathed in panic and his own sweat. The late afternoon sun slants in through the drawn windows. He turns his head, and when the bed comes into view, he exhales sharply.
Someone's here. Dead asleep, granted, but the presence of someone, at least, helps him breathe a little easier.
She turns in her sleep, and his breath catches in his throat. In a different way, funnily enough, not in repulsion of himself, not in fear.
He sinks back down into his chair and closes his eyes.
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