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Description: When Wonwoo nearly accidentally reveals your relationship by doing something to help you eat while your TMJ flares.
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Wonwoo x GenNeut!Reader
Word Count: 808

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We sit comfortably on either side of the table, the small grill plate between us. Wonwoo’s phone is on a stand off to the side with his laptop underneath so he can read comments on a bigger screen (curtesy of his terrible eyesight). The plan is simple, I’ll stay out of view while we enjoy a dinner together and he goes on VLive to chat with fans.

“Ready?” Wonwoo asks and takes a sip of his drink.

I nod, eyeing the meat with hungry eyes. I’ve waited all day for this meal so to say I’m excited is an understatement.

Wonwoo chuckles at my hunger, “Alright, I’m going to start it now.” He says and I nod before he begins the live.

“Hello!” Wonwoo smiles into the camera with a tiny wave. “Just a second.” He says and lays a few pieces of meat on the grill with a satisfying sizzle.

I would grill it myself but Wonwoo swears I don’t know how to properly do it so he claimed himself the grill master of our relationship pretty early on. He also placed the plate of meat out of my reach. That, and it might ruin the ploy if the grill suddenly started sizzling while he hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Hello, hello.” Wonwoo greets the camera, “I just came on cause it’s been a long time since I last did a live and Dokyeom has been bugging me about doing another one. So here I am.”

“What am I doing?” He reads off a comment then moves the meat around the grill, specifically so some of the pieces disappear from view for me. “I’m eating dinner. Did you guys eat?”

I wiggle my fists in excitement and I catch Wonwoo smiling at me in amusement.

“I’m grilling some meat with all the fixings.” He answers another question while focusing on the rapid comments.

As the first few pieces become fully cooked, I search the table for the scissors cause my jaw has been bugging me today. But of course, they are on the Wonwoo’s side of the table and it’s almost impossible for me to grab them without being noticed.

Wonwoo notices me searching and pieces two and two together. Quickly, while thinking of an answer for a comment, he picks up the scissors and cuts all the pieces of meat into smaller, (y/n) sized bites. I smile gratefully at him and he places the scissors back on his side.

I eat the first bite without wrapping it to taste the natural flavors. And the taste explodes. It’s so much better than I’ve been imaging all day. I close my eyes and chew with small motions.

We continue or dinner and our plan works for a while. That is until Wonwoo reads a certain comment.

“Wonwoo, why do you cut the pieces smaller when you eat multiple in one bite?” He reads it aloud, trailing off at the end as he realizes the entire question.

We share a nervous glance and I can see his mind racing to find a believable reason.

“Uh,” He stutters and takes a small bite of rice, “I like taking big bites but it’s hard to fit some pieces so I cut them and stack them so it’s easier for me to eat.” He chuckles to cover up his nervousness but I can still detect traces.

I give him a thumbs up with a full mouth when he glances over to check what I think of the ‘reason.’

“Yeah, I just like eating it this way.” Wonwoo reaffirms with a nod.

His eyes scan through the comments but he doesn’t address the reason again so I think the fans believed it. I breathe out a silent sigh of relief but it kind of still feels like my heart is stuck in my throat.

15 minutes after we’ve finished the meal, Wonwoo bids his viewers good bye and ends the live broadcast.

“Okay.” Wonwoo sighs and shuts his laptop, “That was close.”

“Close?” I laugh, “Thank god you think fast cause I really had nothing going on up here.” I say and point to my head.

He chuckles and stands to start cleaning up our dishes, “I didn’t even think about how it would look if I cut up all the pieces to your size.”

“I didn’t either.” I mirror his actions and bring some empty dishes to the sink. “But you gave a believable reason so I don’t think we’ll have to worry about it anymore.”

“You think it was believable?” Wonwoo questions, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as we walk back into the living room.

“I’m really hoping it was.” I say, wishfully.

Wonwoo claps his hands together in front of me in a prayer pose, “I’m praying.”

I giggle and release myself from his grasp to grab some more dishes.

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if you this is the first post of this series that you see.
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death
Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader
Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent)
Word Count: Ending A - 4.8k / Ending B - 4.7k

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“And there’s a problem with one of the elevators.” Jiwoo says sheepishly and I close my eyes in frustration, a scowl growing on my face.

Stopping in the middle of the hall, I look up at the ceiling and pucker my lips together. “What’s next? The front doors break?” I say up to the Gods, not caring if they are actually listening or not.

Jiwoo raises his eyebrows at me, “You wanna be challenging them like that?”

I lower my gaze to him and narrow my eyes, “I will do as I please.”

Jiwoo holds up his hands in surrender.

Taking a deep breath, I compose myself again, “Add it to the maintenance list and I’ll wrestle with it tomorrow.” I instruct him.

“Will do.” Jiwoo nods and we continue on our way.

“Is he still with Soon Bok?” I ask him, getting tired of hearing only the sounds of our shoes hitting the flooring.

“Yes, she should be finishing the tour and should be heading to his room.” Jiwoo answers just before we hit a more open area and guests mill past us.

“What room?” I ask, ignoring most of the guests even though they offer polite smiles.

“Number 177.” Jiwoo informs me. “The one with the huge book shelf wall.”

I smile, already knowing the answer to my thought, “Well, let’s hope he enjoyed books in his …” I look at him to finish my sentence.

“Oh,” Jiwoo quickly realizes what information I’m searching for, “6 lives.”

I nod, “Pretty average. But let’s hope he enjoyed books in at least some of his 6 lives.”

Jiwoo shrugs, “If not, it’s a nice aesthetic wall.”

I pat him on the shoulder, “I’m glad you think it’s good for staring at. Because I definitely spent hours picking each book so that it could be just a good photo opportunity.” I finish sarcastically.

“Not everyone’s a reader.” Jiwoo rolls his eyes.

“They should be.” I retort.

“Anyway…” Jiwoo changes the subject as we reach the edge of the lobby, “Will you be joining the us for the celebration this weekend?”

I open my mouth to give my regular ‘no’ answer but two males cut me off. They barrel through the front office doors, a brunette following a few steps behind a blonde one. Both seem angry and on edge.

"I saw you with my girl!” The brunette shouts.

“I don’t what you saw, man, but I was never WITH your girl.” The blonde one responds and flicks a certain unpleasant finger behind him, “So leave me the fuck alone.”

The lobby slowly gets quiet and not a soul moves, not even me or Jiwoo. Jiwoo out of fear and me cause I kind of want to see where this leads.

The brunette jogs ahead of the blonde and forces him to stop, “Just tell me why you were with my girl and then I’ll leave you the fuck alone.” The brunette seethes.

“Dude.” The blonde holds out his hands, “We’re best friends. Why would you think I’d be with your girl? Do you really think that low of me?”

“You know, after the stunt you pulled with Henry, I wouldn’t put it past you.” The brunette spits.

The blonde gets right up in the brunette’s face and presses finger into his chest, “None of that was my fault. I was the one who got played and yet everyone seems to believe otherwise.”

“The evidence is pretty clear.” The brunette grits his teeth.

Jiwoo slowly leans over as if any faster and the men’s radar would latch onto him. “Shouldn’t you do something?” He whispers.

I shrug and look at him, “They’re only yelling right now. I don’t have to do anything until the-”

The sound of someone crashing against a column cuts me off. I look over and find the brunette pushing off of the pillar, anger steaming off of him. The blonde drops into a fighting stance.

Sighing, I uncross my arms, “Now I do something.” I mumble, quite annoyed that they would cause such a scene when they’re dead. It’s not like they could kill each other here.

I stalk closer to the brawling men who now have a fistful of each other’s shirts. When I’m a few steps away, I clear my throat loudly to get their attention.

They both glance at me for a second before returning to staring at each other.

“Leave us alone, sweetheart.” The blonde says lowly.

“This is none of your business.” The brunette adds.

I scoff, “Actually, this is entirely my business seeing as you are acting ridiculous in my hotel.”

The men land a few punches on each other but remain close.

“You want to kill each other?” I wonder but the men don’t answer, “You’re already dead so there’s no point in trying.”

Both men pause, look at me, then back at each other. And a new kind of fury is awoken in them.

“YOU GOT ME KILLED?” They both scream just as I was thinking they were going to back down.

They begin going at each other again but this time with more anger and all I can do is groan. After giving them a couple seconds, I walk towards them to pull them apart. I grab both of their arms and before I can 'magically’ send them flying away from each other, the men swing the arms I’m grabbing. With their combined force aimed at my stomach, I’m sent skidding backwards on my side across the floor.

When I finally stop sliding, I jump to my feet, ready to kick both of their asses. But when I look up, Mun Hee is restraining the blonde one while the brunette is being shoved backwards by a guest.

“Hey, cool down man. Cool down.” The guest says and my ears instantly recognize his voice: Wonwoo’s.

“(y/n), you okay?” Jiwoo jogs over to my side, worried.

I swat at my pants, “I’m fine.” I answer him without taking my eyes off of Wonwoo as he stands in front of the brunette male.

“You probably shouldn’t have told them they were dead.” Jiwoo states and I shoot him a glare. He frowns and nervously glances around the lobby.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” I clasp my hands behind my back and look at the brunette then the blonde with cold eyes. They both instantly realize they may have screwed up and lower their defenses.

“If you would’ve actually stopped to look at where you were, you would’ve stopped at the front desk and understood what was going on.” I explain as they step closer, Wonwoo and Mun Hee not far behind. “And what is going on is that you both have died. Congrats.” I give them a sarcastic smile. “And unfortunately, your souls don’t have another life lined up so.” I gesture to the hotel, “You have come here to greet your past lives once more before heading to the place where your soul will rest peacefully…. Hopefully.” I say, mumbling the last word in disgust.

The men look at each other in a bit of shame and embarrassment.

“From my understanding,” I continue, “You both died because you were fighting over some bitch-”

“She’s not a bitch.” Both males cut me off with the same sentence before sharing a menacing look which has Mun Hee and Wonwoo on alert for another fight.

“And you walked right into the street, where, well you know.” I finish, ignoring their intrusion. My words sink in and they both soon realize that I’m being serious and am not joking, which turns them somewhat somber.

“So what do we do?” The blonde asks.

“You go get assigned a room, stay here for the duration of your lives, and then get the hell out of my hotel.” I snarl. “Oh, and stay out of my sight. I’m already annoyed with you two.”

“Oh, actually.” Mun Hee chuckles and raises a hand, “He’s supposed to go to Hotel Blue Moon.” He points to the blonde male who’s eyes widen.

“What is that?” The blonde asks, afraid it might be somewhere along the lines of hell. And man do I wish that is true.

I glower at the lobby wall, “It’s the place where souls go before living another life.” I say, ready to have a very strong word with the Gods.

“What about me?” The brunette wonders, glancing at me like he’s afraid to be left here in my hotel.

“Can I see your palm?” Mun Hee steps forward and examines the man’s palm. “Hmm… You too. You’re not supposed to be here.”

With my annoyance nearing my tolerance levels, I turn away from the small group but before I walk away, I tell them, “Get out of my hotel.”

Without waiting for them to respond, I walk away hoping for silence so I can mentally scream profanities at the Gods and Hotel Blue Moon. But instead of silence, I hear footsteps following me.

I run a hand through my hair and turn to face the idiot following me.

And by idiot, I mean the man who let me sit in his book store for hours and the man I loved.

“Hi, sorry.” Wonwoo nervously rubs the back of his neck, “Uh, I was just headed to the library.” He makes up an excuse.

I press my lips together then point back the way we had come, “The library is back that way.” I inform him.

He turns around and I use the chance to slip down an unknown hallway, hidden by a tapestry.

“Actually, I was…” I hear Wonwoo turn back around, “Going to ask if you were okay.” He finishes before sighing.

I turn my head to the side and look down at the floor, listening to his footsteps retreat back towards the lobby. Part of me feels kind of bad for ditching him like that but another part of me doesn’t want to get close to him until he’s the soul I knew.

Which is going to take 6 days.

~The Sixth Day~

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask Mun Hee who is laying on my couch, his eyes squeezed shut in pain.

“The Wonwoo guy asked me to bring him a bunch of supplies last night.” He groans and I walk to my desk to add some more files to my growing stack.

“What kind of supplies?” I question and lean back against my desk.

“Books, paper, glue, binding, and some book covers if we had them.” Mun Hee says and I chuckle because of course Wonwoo would want those supplies.

He was a bookseller when I knew him but he cared for books just as much and found a lot of joy in fixing old books.

“Ugh. My shoulders are killing me.” Mun Hee rolls his shoulders backwards.

“You’re already dead.” I remind him.

“Way to shoot a man while he’s down.” Mun Hee sasses.

I shrug. “Eh.”

“So much love.” Mun Hee mutters.

I chuckle and move to sit in my desk. But before I can, the door opens and Yong pops just her head in.

“Hey, Wonwoo’s in the garden.” She informs me and I nod with a smile, “And have you seen Mun Hee? He disappeared a while ago and I haven’t seen him anywhere.”

I point to the couch and Yong steps into my office to look, “Right there.”

“Mun Hee!” Yong raises her voice a touch, “Get back to work. Goodness, I am not your mother.”

Mun Hee rises to his feet, “Feels like it sometimes.” He grumbles and then follows Yong out of my office.

When I step into the hall, I hear their echos of laughter floating farther away. After securely closing my office doors, I turn down the hallway and head for the elevators. I rock back and forth in my heels anxiously while the elevator slowly approaches my floor. The elevator finally arrives and opens its doors. I quickly rush inside and furiously press the lobby floor button.

“Come on.” I encourage it to go faster but hey, like everything else about this hotel, it doesn’t listen to me.

Eons later, the elevator reaches the lobby and releases me from its squared hold. I rush out and nearly run into Jiwoo.

“Woah, hey, where’s the fire?” He wonders as I continue past him.

“Can’t keep my man waiting.” I throw a wave at him over my head and his only response is laughter.

About halfway down the hall, I pause to control my breathing and straighten out my dress. After I’m satisfied with the way I look, at least the way I think I look, I walk the last little bit to the garden.

Peeking in, the midnight moonlight illuminates the area with a crisp, clean look. The bare tree somehow looks less dead but only very slightly. The usually hidden bench is out in front of the tree and its subsequent chrysanthemums. And sitting on the bench, with his nose buried in a book as per usual, is Wonwoo. A simple broad striped sweater hugs his shoulders and his glasses sit prominently on his nose. With one leg bent over the other and the book in his hands, he looks like the perfect gentleman.

“Took you long enough.” Wonwoo comments and turns to the next page of his book, “I nearly finished three chapters while waiting for you.”

I roll my eyes and walk around the bench, “I had things to do, Mr. I-can-read-500-pages-in-5-hours.”

“That’s a bit exaggerated.” He closes one eye in thought but then breaks out into a smile. “Come here.” Wonwoo grabs my hand, pulls me down, and securely wraps me in a hug. He doesn’t care that his place in the book is lost as the front cover closes shut.

I chuckle and snuggle close into him.

“I missed you.” He breathes out after a bit of silence.

“I did too.” I mumble into his chest. “I’m sorry for leaving.”

Wonwoo shrugs and I readjust to be sitting properly. “It was what it was. I’m just glad to know that you weren’t dead.”

“Well, I can’t exactly die.” I give him a silly smile and nod towards the tree.

“I know that now.” Wonwoo says a smile on his own lips. The smile that knocked me off my feet every day.

“What were you reading?” I ask, glancing at the book now in his lap.

Wonwoo picks it up and holds it out in front of us. “The one I’ve read a million times.”

I squint my eyes in thought, “You’ve read a lot of books a million times, so which one is it?”

Wonwoo chuckles and knowing that I can still make him laugh with my mundaneness makes me very happy. “Sherlock Holmes.” He says, setting the book aside.

“Is it still fun to read after the first time?” I wonder.

“Of course it is.” Wonwoo answers as if I lost my marbles. “You get to go back and pick up on details that you missed during the first read.”

“Yeah, but you have to read it all again.” I give a small, shy smile.

“But you would rather spend all your time staring at me while I read.” Wonwoo stretches out his arms arrogantly.

I hit his chest playfully and he retracts his arms while laughing.

“I heard you’re the reason Mun Hee was in my office complaining about his back.” I say following a groove in the tree with my eyes.

“Am I? Oh, is it from all the stuff I asked him for?” Wonwoo wonders then clicks his tongue, “I told him I could help if it was a lot. But he said he was fine so I just sat in my room.”

“Sounds like something Mun Hee would do.” I nod my head, “How did you like your room by the way?”

Wonwoo smiles contently, “I loved it. The wall of books was beautiful. You had all my favorites in there.” He nudges my shoulder with his shoulder.

“Took me ages to find all of them. Some of them were quite old.” I say with a slightly apologetic look.

But Wonwoo shakes his head, “Don’t worry. I fixed them all.”

I look at him in wonder, “You fixed all of them?” I ask.

He nods, “Yeah, most of them just needed some binding repairs and the rest weren’t that hard to repair.”

“So that’s why you asked for the supplies and broke Mun Hee’s back.” I realize though I should’ve realized sooner.

Wonwoo laughs and my heart flutters happily at the sound. “That’s why I needed the supplies.”

“You didn’t read all of them in that time, did you?” I double check and give him a questioning look.

He boops my nose and scrunches his face at me, “No I didn’t. It took me a whole lifetime to read all those books.”

“A whole lifetime.” I repeat his words.

“How did you even find all those?” Wonwoo asks, playing with my hand, “I read most of those after you left.”

I smile bashfully, “I kind of guessed.”

'You guessed?“ Now Wonwoo gives me the questioning look.

"After I left, I just kind of kept an ear open in the book world and sometimes I would come across a book that just felt like you would really enjoy. So I brought it back and started a collection in that room.”

“But other guests use that room.” Wonwoo pouts, feeling kind of jealous that other people would’ve read those books before him.

“Nah, only the right touch can get certain books off the shelf.” I tell him with a knowing smile, “I made sure that no one but you or I would be able to read the special ones. To every other guest, it’s just a really aesthetic wall.”

“Well, look at my girl go.” Wonwoo says smugly.

“So.” I say, wanting to change the topic.

“So?” Wonwoo responds, turning his body slightly to face more towards me.

“I wanna know…” I pause.

“Mmhm?” He nods once, encouraging me to keep speaking.

“Did you end up married to your books or did some lucky girl come and steal your heart?” I ask with a genuine smile of curiosity.

Wonwoo chuckles but I notice the light behind his eyes dims ever so slightly. His chuckle dies down but he doesn’t say anything. Instead he just looks at the tree, contemplating.

“You know I’m not mad if you did move on.” I clarify, “I honestly wanted nothing more than for you to be happy and I wanted you to find it after I left. You deserved that happiness.”

I know Wonwoo hears me because he chews on the inside of his cheek but he still doesn’t say anything.

“What you didn’t deserve was falling into the pain of me and my punishment.” I say apologetically, “It happened to twelve others and I never for a moment thought any of you deserved that pain.”

Wonwoo wraps an arm around me and pulls me close again, “Oh, it’s not your fault. It’s that damn demon’s and trust me if I ever get the chance to meet it, I will get revenge for what it did to you.” He presses a kiss to my temple before whispering. “I did marry.”

I smile and ignore the slight pain slicing through my heart. Even though my words about wanting his happiness are true, it still stings.

“I met her like 5 or 6 years after you left.” Wonwoo recalls and the memories sparkle in his eyes, “She first started coming in and reading her own books. Then she’d come in and read the books I had on the shelves. Then she started to watch me while I repaired books.”

“That must’ve been awkward.” I giggle.

“It was at first.” Wonwoo agrees, “But then she did something and I knew she was supposed to be in my life.”

“What’d she do?” I ask, intrigued.

“Remember the first edition book you and I repaired together?” He wonders.

I nod, “How could I forget that? I was finding glue in random places for weeks.”

Wonwoo chuckles at the memory, “You’re the one knocked over the glue can.”

“You’re the one who put it on the edge of the table.” I banter back.

“Anyway.” Wonwoo squeezes my arm, “I kept it in a showcase box near the back of the store. Hardly anyone asked about it and those who did only wondered if it was for sale. But she, she inspected it and then asked if I had put it together.”

“And what did you tell her?” I probed.

“I told her that I had repaired with someone special. I think she could see or hear the bit of sadness in my voice cause she didn’t dig deeper.” Wonwoo explains, “So then I asked her what made her think that we’d done it by hand. And she,” He laughs, “She said cause the back cover was crooked and on the part that poked out, she could see some writing. Somehow made out my name.”

I chuckle and think back to the night we stayed up for hours trying to decide what to write there. Like it was our will that would go down in history as the most important document ever. The warm tea cup in my hands and the burning candles that painted the room in rustic comfort.

“And then that was that really. We dated for a while, got married. and then we raised three kids.” Wonwoo continues his story.

“Three kids?” I inquire.

Wonwoo nods proudly, “Three. Changkyun was my oldest then came the twins, Soyou and Lisa. Changkyun protected the girls well and the girls grew up tough all thanks to him.”

“Nah, I’m sure you had a large part in that too.” I reassure him. “You were always tougher than I. Even in future lives.” I reference the first day of his stay.

“Oh, I totally was going to ask you if you were okay that day, but you just disappeared.” Wonwoo remembers and pouts that he didn’t get the chance to ask then. “Part of the punishment I’m guessing.”

“Actually I don’t know. I never really tried so I don’t know if it’s against the rules or not.” I admit. “But I, uh, I didn’t want to find out.”

Wonwoo gives me an understanding look, “Totally understand. It couldn’t have been easy being stuck here for all those years.”

“For the first hundred years, it was awful.” I tell him, “But after that, I grew numb to the passing of time. It just kind of happened like that.”

“So while you were numb to time, I was terribly sensitive to the passing of time.” Wonwoo ponders the thought.

“Kids grow up too fast?” I guess.

Wonwoo looks at me with confusion cause how am I supposed to know what it’s like to have kids.

“I overhear guests chatting with each other and a big part of the conversations are kids and how they just grow up so fast.” I explain pointing a thumb behind us towards the hotel.

“Ah, I see.” Wonwoo murmurs, “But yeah. They just kept growing and then all of a sudden, my wife and I were empty nesters and then a second later, we had grey hairs on our heads and grand babies in our arms. Completely crazy.”

I giggle at his amazement, “So what did your kids end up doing?” I ask and he dives into the stories of his children and his life with them.

I sit and listen to his low voice tell the tales of the bookstore, how some years the store would be overrun with teens and then next year it would be filled with fresh out of college adults. He immerses himself in the ocean of stories from his life while I float along the with the waves and let his voice take me through the stories.

All too soon, though, the setting sun freezes the ocean and my tree’s crooked branches set me back in reality.

“The setting sun always represented an end with another beginning.” Wonwoo stares at the western windows where the last rays of sunlight are slowly being swallowed up by the night. “But this one is just an end.”

I stare at his face, hoping to memorize all the pieces I missed before. Like he does during a second or third read of a book.

“For your worldly soul, it’s an end.” I say, “But for your true soul, it’s the start of an eternity of peace.”

“What do you think happens on the other side?” He asks, looking back at me.

I give a small shrug, “I don’t know, but you’ll find out today and someday I’ll find out too.”

“Could it be like the books?” Wonwoo wonders.

“Depends on which book.” I tell him with a tender smile.

“Touché.” He tilts his head. “You know,” He leans closer to me, “I know I have to go, but I really don’t want to.” Wonwoo giggles.

I laugh before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “But we do.” I remind him, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice.

Wonwoo sighs, “We do.” He repeats and stands up before helping me up. “Were you always this fashionable?” He asks after looking me up and down.

I raise my eyebrows, “Uh, yes, and fashion has changed since we were together.”

Wonwoo grabs my hand and swings it between us as we walk, “Well, the change looks absolutely stunning on you.”

The lobby is quiet as the hotel’s opening hours are just around the corner. We quickly make it to the back door and like a gentleman, Wonwoo opens the door for me.

The cool night air rushes by us and we both stand on the landing just taking in the scene.

“Remember the night by the river?” Wonwoo wonders when he starts walking towards the forest, Shin, and the car that will take him.

“The night when you said you loved me?” I ask and he nods, “The air feels the same, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly the same. ” Wonwoo nods, gripping my hand tighter. “Do you think the Gods are doing this on purpose?”

I look up at the dark sky that’s littered with tiny little lights from thousands of miles away. “At this point, I’m certain everything that happens to me is because they,” I point upwards, “Want it to happen.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to thank them for letting me happen to you.” Wonwoo smiles and I feel his eyes on me.

Lowering my gaze, I meet his gaze, “But I caused you pain. Like freakishly awful pain.”

Wonwoo shrugs, “Still don’t regret meeting you.” He says as we reach the car.

Shin has the door open and is waiting patiently.

“This is the end of my worldly journey then.” Wonwoo comments, glancing at the forest and its fog.

“Now you can rest. Forever.” I place my hands on his cheeks and he rests one of his on top of mine.

“You know, hearing it now, it isn’t as scary as I initially thought.” He says a placid smile on his lips.

I kiss him through a smile, “Says the man who would be willing to jump from the highest heights just for the thrill.” I mumble against his lips.

“Answer me this, will you?” He asks and rests his forehead against mine. I nod and he asks, “If you were to have met me without a punishment, would you have stayed with me?”

I stare into his eyes and move to rest my arms on his shoulders, “Till the very end.” I say with honesty rallying behind me.

“That’s all I need to hear.” Wonwoo says then presses another kiss to my lips. When he pulls away, his eyes are glossy but I know he won’t cry. “I love you, (y/n).” He whispers.

“I love you too.” I tell him, feeling my own eyes fill with tears.

Wonwoo pulls away and lowers himself into the car. After Shin shuts the door behind him, the car drives into the fog.

The tires crunch over the gravel road and Shin stops next to me.

“That was the bookseller?” He asks.

I nod, a tear slipping down my cheek.

“He was a good man. He shall be very comfortable.” Shin reassures me and walks back into the hotel.

With Shin gone, I let the tears fall freely. Letting the tears fill with the sadness and pain of being left then let them fall and land wherever they please. My heart cracks into a million pieces and it takes everything within me to keep it from exploding into more pieces. It is then that a white chrysanthemum withers away in my garden.

After a while, the moon has risen high into the sky and my tears have dry though my heart hasn’t stopped aching. But even now, I have a hotel to run and others to wait for. So I run my hands through my hair, detangling it, and wipe away the left over tears. Just as Wonwoo always told me, I straighten out my shoulders, hold my head level, and walk back into the hotel with purpose.

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“Did you ever think today would come?” Wonwoo wonders.

“I knew it would come but I just could never definitively say when it would come.” I tell him, “Like when an author has a story and a perfect plot in their mind but putting it on paper is harder than imagined and they’re not sure if the story will ever leave their mind.”

“Good analogy.” Wonwoo chuckles, “Come on. Your story has left the author’s mind.“ We stand up together and I instantly grab his hand. Like a child latching onto their favorite toy.

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

"Hey, Mun Hee.” Wonwoo calls out, “I would’ve helped you with the supplies. You didn’t have to carry them by yourself and hurt your back.”

Mun Hee vigorously shakes his head, “No, no. I didn’t hurt myself, I’m just sore. I haven’t worked my body like that in ages.” He gives excuses.

“Well, you should start again. Who knows what other guests will request.” Wonwoo advises and Mun Hee gives him a thumbs up.

“So this is it?” Mun Hee asks and looks at me with tears appearing in his eyes. “This is the day you leave us?”

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he’s being so sappy. “Maybe I’ll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year.” I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

“Don’t you dare say that. You better not return here.” He says angrily through his tears and I hear Wonwoo chuckle behind me.

I chuckle, “I won’t come back. I promise.”

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should’ve done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family’s service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

“When you leave today, you won’t be able to find this place again.” I inform him, “I hope that you’ll be able to go and live your life happily.”

Jiwoo nods, “Thank you for letting me work with you. I won’t ever forget you.”

I smile sadly, “You will. But thank you.”

Finally I reach Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

“You’d think after all these years of waiting that I’d be prepared for this day.” She says through sniffles.

“Thank you, Yong.” I rests my hands on her shoulders, “For everything. Thank you.”

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

“Keep this hotel running beautifully.” I tell her before Wonwoo grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Wonwoo and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

“(y/n).” He says when we reach him, “It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest.” Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

“The honor was mine.” I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I’m free. I served my years of punishment and now I’m free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel’s many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

“(y/n)?” Wonwoo softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, “Are you ready?”

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Wonwoo securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.