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지금 당장 할 수 있을지 모르겠어. I just don’t know if I can do it right now.
Description: You notice Wonwoo has been weird around Mingyu lately so you confront him about it. The secrets spill out and Wonwoo needs help sorting through the rushes of emotion. Which you gladly help him with.
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Angst, Fluff, idol!Wonwoo x GenNeut!Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
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It’s the second music show of the weekend and Seventeen has taken the win yet again. Sitting at home, I watch the boys thank Carats and their staff before the MC’s end the program and the encore stage starts.
My eyes search the group for the face I see every time I close my eyes. When I find Wonwoo, a smile appears on my face like second nature. The song plays and Hoshi is screaming into his microphone like he’s had way too much caffeine, which is probably true. Seungkwan and Woozi are staring in embarrassment while DK is off with Dino doing some weird dance moves.
I carefully watch Wonwoo make his way around the group, singing and vibing with different members. But then I notice something strange.
Whenever Mingyu gets within a few feet of him, Wonwoo turns around and walks the other way. Upon closer inspection, I notice that every so often Wonwoo will give Mingyu a glare. Not one that the fans will pick up on but I know what emotion lies underneath the look.
It peaks my curiosity because last night the same thing happened. During the encore stage last night, Wonwoo never got close to Mingyu like he usually does. And he would sometimes throw him odd glances and looks.
Once the program fades into the true ending, I pull out my phone and text the group chat a quick congrats before moving to the private chat between Wonwoo and I.
“Sleepover at mine?” I text him, wanting to get him alone to see what is wrong.
Knowing it will take him a few minutes to get back to his phone, I start to clean up the kitchen since I got lazy before the music show started. There are quite a few dishes so it takes me a good chunk of time to get them done.
When I check my phone, there’s a message from Wonwoo and many from the group chat.
“Yes please.” Wonwoo’s message reads, “I’ll be over in like 45 minutes.”
“Take your time.” I reply back, “I’ll still be awake.”
A smiley face is his response.
Turning on some music, I set aside my phone and pick up my coloring book and markers. The next page I need to color is a mosaic of a lynx lurking around some trees. Excited, I dive right into the world of colors and lines.
Once I finish with the lynx, I move onto the background but I don’t get to finish it because Wonwoo enters the passcode to my door. I discard the book to the side and open my arms as he enters my home. He takes one look at me and immediately drops his bag and jacket before dropping onto the couch and into me. His weight pushes me back into the couch. Wrapping my arms around his body, he wraps his arms around my stomach and relaxes his head against my chest.
For a few minutes, we sit in silence together. I run my hand through his hair, thankful that they didn’t use too much product on his hair for this comeback.
“Everything okay?” I ask, starting the conversation that I know he needs.
Wonwoo sighs heavily, “Not really.”
I rest my cheek on the top of his head, “Tell me.”
“It’s Mingyu.” Wonwoo admits and hugs me closer.
I press my lips together because hearing that my suspicions were correct sucks. “What happened with Mingyu?” I question.
“Remember a couple months ago when we had that really big fight?” He asks and I recall the fight with a nod. “Well, I had confided in Mingyu quite a bit during that time because I knew he got along well with you and I just needed someone to talk to.”
“Yeah.” I comment. “Makes sense.”
“And I thought the conversations we had were just between us, you know? I didn’t need the other members to know the nitty-gritty details of what was running through my mind at the time.” He continues. “When Seungcheol finally talked to me through the whole thing, I thought he did it because he had had enough of my odd behavior and wanted to help set me straight.”
I brush some of his hair back from his face and look down at him, “Was that not the case?”
Wonwoo shakes his head against me causing more hair to fall into his face. “No. Turns out Mingyu went and told Seungcheol everything I had said.”
“Oh.” I say, quickly understanding why Wonwoo is upset with Mingyu but at the same time, understanding why Mingyu did it.
“I told him so many secrets and thoughts that I really didn’t need Seungcheol to know about.” Wonwoo continues to vent. “I trusted him not to say anything because seriously, I did not need Seungcheol to know about some of the things I said.”
I pull back slightly and look down at him in confusion, his words sounding worse than I’m sure he intended.
He glances up and catches onto my look. “Oh, not in that way. Just some of my thoughts were not best about myself.” He clarifies and I nod, telling him to continue.
“So Mingyu told Seungcheol about your late night talks with him and Seungcheol then decided that he needed to step in?” I restate what I’ve been hearing.
“Yeah, but I’m just pissed at Mingyu for doing it.” Wonwoo says, slightly defeated. “Like I wish he would’ve just told me that he was going to tell Seungcheol or something. Not keep it quiet and then I find out months later.”
“I mean, would it have been any better if you had found out then?” I question as his voice of reason.
“Yes.” Wonwoo answers with conviction. “Because then I would’ve known that Seungcheol had known how I was really feeling and what I was really thinking and then the conversation that we had wouldn’t have been so long and so tangled.”
Rubbing my hand up and down his back, I sigh, “Okay, you need to tell me the gist of the things you said to Mingyu because you’ve got me slightly worried.”
“It was just fears that we were going to break up and that I was going to lose you for good and how it was all my fault and basically I was really negative about myself.” Wonwoo tells me. “I was a bit desperate and it wasn’t something that I wanted others to know about. Which is another reason I’m pissed at him. He knew that I didn’t want people knowing about those nights. He knew that I was desperate and I even said that I didn’t want to the others to know how I was acting but he still goes and yaps to Seungcheol about every detail that happened between us.”
Wonwoo pushes back from me and leans against the couch with an arm covering his eyes. “I’m just so done with telling him things. I’m just so done with him thinking that he knows everything and that he can always do something to help. It was my business to tell, not his.”
I turn my body towards his and rest my head on my fist.
“I mean the talk I had with Seungcheol was so messed up and confusing that he and I basically got into an argument and it honestly was the worst conversation he and I have had in all the years we’ve known each other.” Wonwoo continues to rant, “And it could’ve been avoided if Mingyu didn’t go behind my back to Seungcheol and spill everything. Or if he had at least told me he told Seungcheol.”
I gaze at Wonwoo. I hate the way his jaw clenches with stress and the way his hands are stiff with an alertness that should not be there. But I can’t make this all go away. As much as I want to, that’s not my role. And I know that.
“You know,” I say softly, easing into the conversation that I know he doesn’t want to hear, “You’re going to have to talk to Mingyu at some point. If you carry on ignoring him like this, the fans are going to notice and the others will see it too.”
“I know.” Wonwoo sighs heavily, “I just don’t know if I can do it right now.”
“Wonwoo, I get why you’re mad. I really do.” I tell him and he peers at me from under his arm. “But I’m sure Mingyu was just really worried about you. And I would guess that if Mingyu hadn’t said anything to Seungcheol, Seungcheol wouldn’t have talked to you because he knows how private you are.”
“He’s still an ass for doing it.” Wonwoo mutters and recovers his eyes.
“Yes, yes he is.” I agree with him because I do understand the distrust he is feeling. “But if Mingyu hadn’t said anything to Seungcheol, Seungcheol wouldn’t have talked to you, and you and I wouldn’t be talking.” I tell him how I see the situation. “You don’t have to forgive him now or even want to be close to him but you can’t stay mad at him forever.”
“Watch me.” Wonwoo grumbles and I exhale slowly.
“He’s your best friend, Wonwoo.” I try again to make him see that it isn’t all that bad. “He did the shitty thing because he was genuinely worried about you and your mental state. He saw you were hurting and because he probably didn’t know how to help, he turned to Seungcheol for help. Which was what you needed though you didn’t know it.”
“Maybe Mingyu knew you wouldn’t listen to the advice that he gave you so he went to the person he knew you would listen to.” I keep talking while Wonwoo stays, unmoving and just listening. “I just don’t want to see you burn this bridge with Mingyu. Especially over this.”
“But he broke my trust.” Wonwoo sits up and looks at me, expectantly.
“Yes he did.” I say calmly and search his eyes for any sign that he’s done with the conversation. “But have you talked to him about it at all yet?” I question.
“No, I haven’t.” Wonwoo answers and runs his hands through his hair. “I’ve been too angry about it.”
I reach out a hand and rest it on his arm. “Go talk to him first.” I advise him, “Maybe Mingyu has been feeling guilty about it for months but with how he is, he won’t say anything because he can’t stand to have anyone mad at him, especially you. Give him a chance to apologize before you decide anything.”
“It just sucks that I had to find out this way.” Wonwoo says, his voice weaker.
I nod and scoot closer to him, “I know. It really is suck-y but it’s what happened. Now what are you going to do about it? That’s the real question.”
“But I can be angry about it, right?” He wonders and looks over at me, the anger gone and replaced with an innocent wonder. Like a child who is still learning about the world of emotions.
“Of course you can be angry about it.” I confirm for him, “He went behind your back which was a crappy thing to do but he still deserves a chance to apologize. I can guarantee you that he knows what he did was wrong and not cool but he probably was just trying to help you because if you were anything like me during that fight, you would’ve needed all the help you could get.”
Wonwoo sighs and wraps his arm around me, bringing me closer to him. “That fight was absolute shit, wasn’t it?”
I nod, cuddling into his warmth. “One we weren’t getting through without help. So if we think about it, Mingyu pretty much saved our relationship…” I trail off.
“You’re right.” Wonwoo comments and then rubs his hand over his eyes, “Which is slightly fucked. He breaks my trust yet saves my relationship. So do I hate him or do I thank him?”
“You see if he will apologize for breaking your trust and if he gives it to you, you thank him.” I tell him and Wonwoo gives me a small smile.
“Okay.” He decides, “I’ll talk to him.”
“Sooner rather than later, Mister.” I remind him with a stern look.
“Agreed but it can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I want to stay with you.” Wonwoo says before kissing my forehead. “Thank you.” He mumbles against my skin.
“You’re welcome.” I accept his gratitude, “I’m always here to talk.”
Wonwoo reaches for my coloring book and holds it in his lap, “A lynx?”
I shrug, “It was the next in the book.”
“That tree in the back should be purple.” Wonwoo comments and points to a large tree right behind the animal.
I chuckle, “Why?”
“Why not?” He shrugs and raises his eyebrows playfully.
“It’s not realistic.” I banter.
“Who said it had to be?” Wonwoo smiles and grabs the purple marker.
그래도 안 자면 안돼. 언마나 오래 갈지 모르겠으니까. Don’t stay up though. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.
Description: After a concert, Wonwoo isn’t feeling well but even if he’s completely determined to make it through the post-concert live, his body is not. When he faints mid broadcast, he’s sent to the hospital to get checked out but it leaves you with time to think that you might be the cause of his exhaustion and it spirals into an attack. And a conversation the next morning.
Warnings: Anxiety attack, fainting, anxious thoughts
Genre: Angst, Idol!Wonwoo x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.9k
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Wonwoo comes down from the stage stumbling and coughing but he’s determined to make it through the short V-Live before he retreats to his hotel room to sleep for the rest of the night. He says all he needed is you to hold his hand for the duration of the live broadcast and he could make it through. You agree.
During the after concert V-Live, Wonwoo’s hand grips yours tightly just off screen. He’s still breathing hard from the concert but it’s harder than he should be. You know he’s really not feeling well. But the two of you have made an agreement. He’d do the live and if he, at any point, feels like he can’t anymore, he would squeeze your hand three times in a row. Wonwoo has yet to signal.
You uncross your legs and then cross them in the opposite way again. Wonwoo glances over at you and you give him a soft reassuring smile.
15 minutes into the live broadcast, Wonwoo is tilting his head side to side and blinking like he’s trying to keep his eyes open. You look at him worriedly before sharing a look with Mingyu who stands behind Wonwoo with his hands on the back of the couch, protectively.
Wonwoo knows that this V Live won’t take too long. 30 minutes tops. At the beginning he really thought he could make it through it. But now, he’s not so sure. Every single bone in his body feels like a piece of lead and his head feels like a giant medicine ball sitting atop this pile of lead. Even with his glasses on, his vision goes in and out of focus and he tries his best to focus on the conversation happening around him but his members’ voices keep fading in and out.
The only thing keeping him semi grounded is your hand in his.
You’re pulled out of the conversation the other members are having about Soonyoung’s ment screwup by Wonwoo’s hand squeezing yours three short times. Looking over at him, you nod and get up, preparing to lead him away. He follows your actions under the watchful eyes of Mingyu, Seungkwan, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol-who is on the other side of the group.
But as soon as he rises to full height, his hand goes slack, his legs buckle underneath him, and he crumples to the floor. All within the broadcast camera sight.
Within seconds, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, and Mingyu are kneeling at his sides and the V Live has been abruptly ended. Your breath is caught in your throat and your body frozen until Seungkwan gently pulls you to the side so managers can get to him.
“Wonwoo.” Seungcheol gives his shoulder a gentle shake, hoping he hasn’t lost consciousness.
Wonwoo releases a low groan and rolls onto his back. You release the breath you’ve been holding in when you see him move but the tightness in your chest doesn’t dissipate. It stays like tightly coiled barbed wire around your heart. You’re honestly not sure if you can name the emotion you’re feeling. You know he’s okay but you are also worried about what caused this.
Their manager relieves Mingyu and talks lowly to Wonwoo while other staff members scramble around the room. Wonwoo sits up with the help of their manager and Seungcheol. For a couple seconds he just sits there, dazed and sipping the water that was offered to him.
“I think we should get you checked out just in case.” Their manager voices his opinion and Seungcheol nods in agreement.
“I agree. You should go. We’ll stay here and wait for you.” Seungcheol says, his leader instincts kicking in.
The other members stay silent where they’ve retreated to but you and Seungkwan are still in the same spots.
Wonwoo raises his head and his eyes immediately find yours staring at him with a look he can’t quite read. Weakly, he holds out a hand and you kneel next to their manager, taking his hand in yours. The barbed wire around your heart tightens every so slightly.
“I think you need to get checked out.” You voice your thoughts and before Wonwoo argue against you, you cut him off, “It’s just a precaution. For my peace-of-mind, go get checked out at the hospital. Please?” You stare at Wonwoo and he can see the concern that’s painted in your voice.
“Okay.” He agrees quietly and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
Their manager stands and starts giving out instructions while Seungcheol and Jeonghan help Wonwoo onto his feet.
“I’ll stay here. Just come back soon.” You tell Wonwoo as he’s lowered into a wheelchair a staff member found somewhere.
Wonwoo nods, “Don’t stay up though. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.” He advices you and you nod in response.
“I won’t.” You say with understanding but knowing you’re probably going to stay up until he gets back.
He gives your hand one last squeeze before their manager rolls him down the hall and out of sight.
Walking back into the room, the rest of the members are talking quietly to themselves as the staff members clean up the equipment as all activities have been put on hold for the rest of the night.
You can’t help but wonder what led up to this. Wonwoo has been fine the whole time up to this concert. He would spend his mornings at rehearsals, sometimes he’d spend lunch with you, return to rehearsals until they ended (usually late at night), and then he would come to your place to spend more time with you before sleeping over, only to have to get up early the next morning to repeat the same schedule.
Looking back at this, the barbed wire constricts a little more as you realize that he’d been spending a lot of time with you. Time he could’ve been using to rest and recharge from rehearsals. The other members were fine because they didn’t have a person to eat lunch with or spend extra time at night with. They all probably went to bed after rehearsals and got good sleep for the next rehearsal filled day.
A hand covers your mouth as you realize you could be the one at fault for Wonwoo’s fainting. Was it because you were too greedy and wanted to spend so much time with him? Were you not as concerned with his well being as you should’ve been? Was he not honest with you about how much time he was spending with you? Did he lie to you whenever you asked if he was tired?
Your breath picked up and your other arm wraps around your stomach as you try to fend off the attack but with the thoughts swirling in your head, it’s pretty much useless to try and stop it.
Feeling your body refusing to stand straight any longer, you lower yourself onto your knees and struggle to get a breath in or out. Tears collect on your bottom eyelid and in a couple blinks, tears are dropping onto your cheeks.
“(y/n)?” Jun notices you kneeling and calls out your name which catches the attention of the other members.
You squeeze your eyes shut as a pair of arms wraps around your shoulders and holds you close. Your muffled sobs seep through you hand and the tears stream down your face. You struggle to breathe in, your chest stutters as the air hiccups into your lungs and yet the barbed wire still clings to your aching heart.
“You guys go ahead.” Seungcheol says with his arms still around you.
“Josh, you and Minghao stay with them.” Jeonghan instructs as he ushers the other members out of the room.
Why didn’t he tell you he was tired? Why didn’t he ever tell you it probably wasn’t a good idea for him to see because he needed to rest? Why wasn’t he honest with you?
Had you been too pushy? Did you say something that made him feel like he needed to lie to you? Did you smother him? Did you do this? Why didn’t he just tell you?!
A fresh wave of tears pushes through your closed eyelids and you try to choke back sobs but it ends up making you cough.
“My… fault.” You cough out, shaking your head with tears dripping from your chin. “He… and me… too much… time… spent…” A sob cuts your voice off and Seungcheol tightens his grip on you with a sigh.
Joshua and Minghao share a worried look which they then tossed to Seungcheol who understands their worry.
After 5 five minutes, which feels more like an eternity, the barbed wire around your heart finally disappears and the crushing weight on your chest dissipates and you can finally take in a substantial breath. Though the tears are still trickling out, you open your eyes and your tired body sinks into Seungcheol’s chest.
“It’s my fault, isn’t it?” You ask in a muttered voice, wiping the tears off your wet cheeks.
“We should talk about this later.” Joshua advices with a soft voice but you shake your head.
“It is though. The times when he should’ve been properly resting he was with me.” You explain, voice scratchy from the crying. “And what if I was being too greedy and pushy for time with him that he never told me when he needed proper rest?”
“I doubt that’s true.” Minghao sighs and Seungcheol nods his head in agreement.
You scoff slightly, the negative thoughts still flooding the floor of your mind, “You don’t know what goes through Wonwoo’s mind. I hardly ever know.”
“I know he wouldn’t keep something like that from you.” Seungcheol states definitively, “He indeed is a very private person but he wouldn’t say those kinds of lies. Especially not to you.”
Not really truly believing his words, you stay silent and your eyes start to feel heavy.
“Let’s go upstairs to the rooms and you can get some sleep.” Joshua says and taps Minghao’s knee.
Minghao and Joshua pull you up onto your feet before Seungcheol stands up. As they lead you out of the room, your eyes linger on the spot where Wonwoo fainted and you feel a twinge of pain in your heart which makes you look away.
“He’ll be okay.” Minghao reassures you and wraps an around your shoulders. “Just need the doctor’s okay for him to continue to do stuff with us.”
You nod slowly, hoping it’s believable. From your eyes, the drowsiness travels to your shoulders as they start to feel heavy.
When you reach the floor that has been blocked out for the members and their staff, you’re slightly surprised to see so many hotel doors propped open.
“Do you want to go to Wonwoo’s room to wait?” Joshua asks and through the open doors, the other members begin to shuffle at the sound of voices.
“I don’t think I want to be alone… Too many thoughts yet.” You gesture up to your head and half smile.
“You can stay in my room.” Seungcheol offers, “I’m sure that’s where we’ll all be waiting anyway.”
“We’re already here.” Mingyu pops his head out of the doorway of his and Seungcheol’s room with a warm smile.
“Make way!” Soonyoung exclaims from a room behind you, “Lots of hot popcorn coming through!”
Side stepping, you watch as Soonyoung runs from his room carrying five steaming bags of freshly popped popcorn right into Seungcheol and Mingyu’s room.
“Mingyu, you guys got water in there?” You ask and he nods his head quickly.
“Yeah, come on.” He says and waves you in before disappearing into the room.
You admired this side of the members. The one that understands severity of situations but always tries to keep spirits up for others and for themselves. It’s why you don’t really want to be alone at this moment. Your negative thoughts would most likely take over and you’d probably end up crying yourself to sleep.
In the room, Jeonghan, Dino, and Vernon occupy Seungcheol’s bed while Mingyu and Seokmin occupy Mingyu’s bed. Soonyoung and Seungkwan are perched on the couch. The others must be in their rooms with their doors open.
“He’ll be okay.” Seungkwan reassures you as you take a seat on the couch.
You nod, not wanting to dive into the real reason you lost it earlier. “Yeah, I’m sure he will be.”
Before you can say anything else, Soonyoung lightly shoves into you as he tries to catch a piece of popcorn in his mouth but unfortunately misses.
“Dang.” He mutters, disappointed, before picking up another piece and trying again. This time succeeding. “YES!” Soonyoung smiles happily at you and you can’t help but smile at him. Chuckles from around the room indicate the everyone is looking at him and his popcorn endeavors.
Somewhere in the next hour, you had dozed off and Soonyoung and Seungkwan moved off the couch so you could fully lay out. As soon as Mingyu draped a blanket over you, you were fast asleep. Your body exhausted from the anxiety attack you had gone through.
Seungcheol shooed the waiting party into a different room but kept his door ajar, partly for him and partly for you.
An hour and a half after Wonwoo went to the hospital and an hour after Pledis released an emergency statement explaining what had happened and what is currently being done, Wonwoo and their manager return to the hotel. Wonwoo walks through the hallway of their floor on his own but at a slower than usual pace. Turning the corner, they see most of the members’ doors propped open and their manager chuckles softly.
“Let’s get you to your room.” Their manager says just before Seungcheol, Mingyu, Dino, and Seungkwan tumble out of Seungkwan and Dino’s room.
“You’re back.” Seungkwan says with a relieved sigh and Wonwoo can hear other members scramble out of bed just before their heads pop out of their doorways. He searches for your face but when he doesn’t see you, he assumes your asleep in his bed.
“What did the doctor say?” Dino asks, reaching Wonwoo first and offering his shoulder for support. Jun stumbles into the doorway of their shared room.
“No concussion or anything serious. Said my body’s just exhausted and that it’s highly recommended I rest for a few days.” Wonwoo answers the question.
“Starting now.” Seungcheol crosses his arms over his chest and Mingyu copies his actions.
The small group follows Wonwoo into his room where Jun has already climbed back into bed. Expecting to see you in his bed, Wonwoo stops abruptly when the you’re not where he expected you to be.
“Where’s (y/n)?” He turns to ask the others with concern.
“She’s asleep on the couch in my room.” Seungcheol points a thumb behind them.
“I want to see her.” Wonwoo says and begins walking back out of the room but Mingyu stops him.
“Hyung, she’s sleeping and she’s really needs the rest.” He vaguely explains.
Wonwoo scrunches his eyebrows together, “What do you mean?”
“She panicked after you left.” Seungcheol lays out the truth and Wonwoo’s heart feels like it just stopped beating.
“Okay, now I really need to see her.” Wonwoo defends and tries to push forward.
But Mingyu still blocks his path to the door, “Tomorrow, when you’re both not ridiculously tired.”
With his heart pounding in his ears, Wonwoo breathes in deeply but Seungcheol cuts him off before he can say anything.
“Tomorrow.” He states in a tone that ends the discussion right there and then. Seungcheol doesn’t say anymore knowing that what you panicked over is something that the two of you need to discuss.
Defeated, Wonwoo walks the short distance to his bed and tucks himself in with his heart still pounding. Despite his mind racing with thoughts worrying about you, his body pulls him into sleep within minutes after the others have left the room. Jun stays awake until he’s certain Wonwoo is asleep before falling back asleep himself.
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Mingyu tries his hardest to not make too much noise as he gets ready for the day but of course, his clumsy self had to go and drop his phone on the desk which sent some of his toiletries tumbling around the desk and onto the floor.
The commotion was the second thing that brought you out of your slumber. The first being the obnoxious sunlight pouring in through the windows. Opening your eyes, you see Mingyu mumbling to himself as he picks up his fallen items. You stretch out your limbs and yawn loudly.
“Oh, I woke you up.” Mingyu says in disappointment.
You sit up and shake your head, “Nah, the sun was already doing a pretty good job of that.”
“Sorry it was loud. I swear I was trying to be quiet.” Mingyu smiles sheepishly at you to which you giggle.
“Mingyu, it’s fine.” You tell him before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
Then it hits you. Why is Mingyu in Wonwoo’s room? Or why are you in Mingyu’s room?
“Did Wonwoo get back yet?” You ask, realizing it’s morning and you hadn’t heard anything at all during the night.
“Yeah, he got back after you fell asleep.” Mingyu informs you.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You ask standing to your feet, heading to the door.
“Cause you were sleeping and he also needed to sleeeeeeep.” He drags out the last word at you but you’re already out the door.
Quickly walking down the hall to Wonwoo and Jun’s shared room, you’re happy that the door is open ajar and let yourself in, quietly, just in case Wonwoo’s still sleeping.
Tip-toeing into the room, Jun’s bed sits empty but still unmade and Wonwoo is still tucked into his bed, eyes closed and breathing steady. You release a sigh of relief and crawl into bed behind him, wrapping an arm around his large torso as far as you can reach which isn’t that far with only one arm. As you nuzzle your nose into his back, he stirs and tries to roll over, almost squishing you in the process.
“(y/n)?” His groggy morning voice calls out your name and he peeks through half opened eyes.
“I’m here.” You tell him. Scooting out from underneath him, you wrap him in your arms and cuddles into your body. Wonwoo’s head rests against your chest and his arms wrap tightly around your waist.
“What did the doctor say?” You ask, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly.
“Well, I don’t have any serious injuries but won’t be at rehearsals for the next few days.” Wonwoo sighs, his eyes staying closed.
“That bad?” You frown that he’ll have to miss rehearsals but also since the boys have a few days off before the next concert, it’s not too terrible.
“It’s not bad. I just need some rest.” He mumbles and leans up to plant a kiss at the base of your neck.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you wanted to bring up your thoughts from yesterday now or if you should wait. Wonwoo registers your silence and instead of contemplating the decision, he just dives right in.
“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling back and looking at you.
“Not.. really, no.” You answer him honestly.
“What happened?” Wonwoo questions now wide awake and sits up, leaning against the headboard.
You also sit up properly but glance nervously towards the door.
“He left awhile ago and I doubt anyone’s gonna walk in. They all went out, I think.” He explains catching your glance.
Taking a deep breath, you look at Wonwoo, “After you left, I just, I started to panic thinking that maybe it was my fault that your body gave out.”
“It’s not you fault.” Wonwoo says softly and grabs your hand gently.
“You spent what little free time you had with me.” You continue to explain, letting the held back words slip out into the world, “You spent every night at my place when you probably should’ve been in your own bed, closer to rehearsals, getting enough sleep for your exhausting rehearsals. You needed those hours to rest and I can’t help but think that I took them away from you and because I did that your body couldn’t handle the work.” You sniffle as somehow more fearful tears appear, “And you promised me. You promised me that you wouldn’t overwork yourself. I told you to ditch me if it meant letting yourself rest. Now I’m scared that every time we hang out, you’re doing it just for me and that you should be resting but instead you’re out with me and won’t tell me that you need to be elsewhere.”
Realization washes over Wonwoo as he takes in your words. He had promised you. But he, honestly, never felt like he wasn’t getting enough rest. He always, always wanted to spend time with you, even if it meant sacrificing a few extra minutes of sleep.
Wonwoo tugs you into a hug and you let him envelope you in his arms, his head resting on top of yours.
“You just… fell.” You mumble, recalling what you saw the night before. “You were standing one second and the next your were on the ground and I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even think. I just, I don’t want to be the reason you neglect your health. I don’t want to be the reason you end up like that again.” You let out a shaky breath and Wonwoo can feel his own tears well up in his eyes.
Lord knows he’s not a cryer but hearing you doubt yourself and doubt him has him dipping into a sadness he almost never dips into.
“I did promise you.” He says softly, willing his voice to stay steady. “But I never, not once, thought I wasn’t getting enough rest. Every night I slept over at your place was a night I wanted to stay over. I always wanted to spend that extra time with you. It was never because I felt obligated to be with you. Never.” Wonwoo squeezes you closer and you look up at him but he just continues to stare straight ahead trying to rid his eyes of the tears. “It’s honestly probably my own fault for not listening to my body enough. It was me ignoring my body’s needs and I paid the price for it.” He finally looks down at you and presses a kiss to your forehead, “You will never be the reason why I fainted.”
You adjust your position and kneel next to him, his arm still resting on your arm.
“I know that but I don’t know how long it’ll take for this worry to go away.” You tell him and he nods in understanding.
“I know.” Wonwoo says, “And I’ll just reassure you every time.”
“And please, listen to your body more.” You ask of him with pleading eyes.
Wonwoo leans closer and presses a firm kiss to your lips. “I will.”
“You should probably get some more sleep.” You smile softly, “I know how much sleep you usually get on days off.”
“Stay with me?” He questions and you roll your eyes at the question.
“Of course. Like you said, everyone went out so what else am I going to do besides baby my boyfriend?” You joke and he chuckles while laying back with you.
After a moment a silent settling in, Wonwoo sighs, “I’m sorry for making you worry.”
You press your cheek against his chest, “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay and nothing is injured.”
Wonwoo kisses the top of your head once more and before he starts to fall asleep again, mumbles, “Me too.”
