Wonwoo AU! Angst

It was a negative hunch you were feeling while being at work. Your daughter was falling sick yesterday but the hospital needed you due to the shortage of manpower.

How ironic. Being a doctor and having a child that is not your patient.

Since she was a newborn, she rarely visited the clinics. Her health was always the best and you were glad that your child is healthy. It was a dream that every parent wishes for their children.

Growing up, your daughter barely had any complaints. She was always strong for someone her age and sometimes you think if you would ever have equal courage if you were in her shoes.

You and Wonwoo separated when she was only three. It was definitely a difficult decision to make but inevitably, that was the only best option for the both of you.

Your husband was a singer and is still active in the industry. Marrying an idol wasn’t easy at all. Irregular schedule and lack of intimate moments, therefore, drifted the couple away.

After the divorce, your former husband had met his daughter a few times but it had been 5 months since he last took the little one out.

When the weekend arrived, your daughter always cried for her daddy and whenever he picked up the call, all he did was give false promises.

She has always missed his daddy but Wonwoo was having a world tour with his band at the moment and usually, it will take them months to finish the performances. It was the only time she wanted something for herself.

Thinking about it just ignited a fury within you.

“Does he even think of his own child?!” you slammed the white desk in anger. Your front hair was suspended before your eyes as your fingers ran through your head messily.

You had a moment of silence. Your head lying immobile on the desk and you felt heat creeping up your eyes.

Then, there was a noise outside your tiny room indicating another doctor is coming inside. A minute later, the doorknob was twisted.

He came in alone after the nurse who walked along with him went off. He casually patted the edge of the swivel chair of yours and spoke.

“I’m beat!” he whined. He slumped on his chair and asked. “You’ve had dinner yet-” he was caught speechless when he turned his head to you. The red around your almond-shaped eyes had him concerned. He took a while to recover and eventually parted his lips again. He asked, “Y/N, are you alright?”

You jolted and woke up from the reverie.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied in a low, cracked voice. You laughed afterwards.

The male doctor wasn’t convinced with the answer as he observed your expression.

He didn’t dare to probe further and realized that there was an incoming call on your phone. “Y/N, your phone,” he pointed at the vibrating cellphone next to you.

“Thanks,”

“Calm down, okay?” he halted you and gently held your left shoulder. “Go take a breather, I’ll cover for you,” he continued. A grateful, lop-sided smile formed on your lips. You mouthed a ‘thanks’ and walked out.

“Hey mom, how’s Yuna?” you tried your best to sound well to your mother. The background noise was familiar. There were many people there and surely they weren’t at home.

“Mom? Are you there?”

A series of rapid, shaky breathing was heard. Unconsciously, it hastened your heartbeat and you can feel the weakness in your knees.

“Yuna- Yuna had a seizure. The ambulance has taken her to the hospital-”

Without listening more, you whispered. As if your soul left you, your voice sounded lifeless. “Which hospital?”

You were in the right mind to drive by yourself. You flagged a cab and gave him the location.

On the way, your finger scrambled to dial the number you had memorized by heart. The name appeared before you tapped on it.

It was late in the night but he might be in a country with the opposite hour. He could be performing, he could be sleeping, he could be doing anything he loves…

You inhaled deeply as you waited for the tune to stop and a human voice replaces it.

It didn’t take long and his voice resonated over the speaker. You weren’t crying when your daughter was crying in pain last night and instead, you cuddled her and comforted her. “Mummy is here, don’t cry. I’m here for you,”

You didn’t shed a single tear when the worried voice of your mother blared. However, his 'I was about to call you’ broke all of your resolutions and you bawled right there and then.

“Yuna.. she’s brought to the hospital. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.. Yuna,”

He finally spoke after you completed your sentence. “I’m on the way to your house,”

“No, I’m not home. Just, just go to the hospital nearby my mother’s,”

You could tell that he had stepped on the brake as the tires screeched on the road. You jumped forward in panic but was at ease when Wonwoo told you he was making a turn.

“You’re not driving, are you?” he asked softly.

You sniffed two times and answered. “No. I don’t think I can drive in this situation,”

“Okay, that’s a relief,” he sighed. At least you could still make a rational decision. “Y/N,” he called your name once.

Wonwoo seemed rather emotionally composed than you are and it relaxed you.

You hummed to his call and let him speak. Wonwoo breathed in and out before he managed the words for you.

“Wait for me in the lobby and we’ll go to your mother together. Can you do that?” he knew you. You were extremely distracted both mentally and emotionally and thus he wanted you to be as collected as you can before seeing your family.

You closed your eyes and followed after his actions earlier. “I can. I’ll hang up now, drive safely,”

“Yeah,”

Wonwoo put down his phone after the call and focused on driving.

He was on the interval when he had a bad feeling. Yesterday, he received a call from your house’s landline and luckily he was resting in the hotel room after the concert.

It was his daughter calling. While keeping a steady voice, she said over the phone so sweetly and ever so brightly.

“Daddy, I miss you. Daddy, do you miss Yuna too?”

Wonwoo sat up on the bed and looked to the window sorrowfully. Of course, he missed her dearly. Nothing can beat the feeling but he had another responsibility outside the house.

He smiled and responded to her. “Of course, sweetheart. Daddy misses you so so so so much,” Wonwoo paused. He gulped the big lump in his throat and resumed. “Yuna, daddy loves you a lot but daddy is busy these days so when daddy comes home, we’ll go out to play together with mummy. How’s that sound?”

“OK!” the little girl cheered and coughed after making a huge action. “Yuna-”

“Daddy, mummy is coming to the living room. Yuna cannot talk anymore. Byebye, daddy!”

“Yuna-”

Tut.. tut.. tut…

“Don’t get sick, sweetheart,” was what he wanted to deliver but it was cut off and he didn’t get to tell his daughter that.

That night, he didn’t sleep soundly as he kept thinking of her. Even though it was common for kids to cough and all, this one time couldn’t get off his mind.

Plus, she didn’t ask him when he’s coming home like usual.

There was something plaguing him and he immediately booked a ticket home. He has two days off before going to another country so he should be fine travelling home for a day.

As long as she’s healthy, he’ll be reassured.

“Y/N,” Wonwoo jogged to your side the soon he saw you sitting on a bench in the lobby.

You stood up and looked at the face you hadn’t caught sight of for a long period of time. “Have you eaten?” Wonwoo asked that the first thing. You nodded and he knew that you’re not as calm as you appear to be.

Nonetheless, it was better than you agitating.

“Let’s go,” you opened your mouth and said the word you’d been anticipating to say.

Wonwoo agreed and you two headed to the emergency department. Before marrying Wonwoo and moving to the capital, you had worked in the hospital for a year and it was natural for you to recognize the direction.

When you had found your mother, you quickly asked which doctor was in-charge of your daughter. “Dr. Kim Mingyu. He is still inside,”

Learning that, you were ready to join him behind the curtain but Wonwoo pulled your wrist and made you face him.

“The doctor is taking care of her,” he calmly said.

Somehow, that cause you to feel angry at him and therefore, you burst.

“What if someone taking care of her? I’m a doctor and I’m her mother, the one who gave birth to her. So it’s fair for me to analyse her condition too!”

Wonwoo turned slightly to see your mother at the side and was unsure how to keep you down. “Mom, go take a rest in the waiting area. We’ll be there later,”

Your mother was understanding. She didn’t want to intervene in the conversation and excused herself.

When he returned to the original position, he was met with a fierce look of yours.

Unsatisfied, you pushed him and had his grasp loosened.

“You can make my mom leave but not me. Just go and accompany her while I watch over my daughter,”

Wonwoo wasn’t done. He pulled you again, harder this time and said.

“Can you trust in someone else for once? He’s a doctor and he will not harm our child,”

Trust. You haven’t heard the word ever since you’re married to him. He used to tell you to believe in his love for you and you did. But that was it.

You let a low, short chuckle. “I understand if you lack empathy but don’t try to plant that in me. I’ve done the trusting before and just what good resulted from that?” you heaved a sigh and suppressed the raging emotions.

“Just go. Even if you stopped me from going in, I’ll find a way to escape,”

Frustrated, Wonwoo rubbed his temple. He glared at you and opened his mouth. He couldn’t guarantee what you are capable of doing. He has seen you in many situations but this time, it is unlikely for him to persuade you.

“Can you still think straight if you see your daughter in a pitiful condition?”

“Even if I can’t think straight in front of her right now, at least I care about her! What about you? Do you even care about Yuna? Do you know that she’s been sick? Do you know just how much pain she’s bearing? Have you ever regarded yourself as her parent?!” you shouted at the end. Your eyes were fixated on his.

Your shouting attracted some people in the hallway and Wonwoo bowed as an apology which dispersed the tension for others.

“Let’s talk outside,” Wonwoo shifted first. Only three steps he took and you sneered behind without moving.

“You care what they perceive. Is your image that important?” you snapped but weakly. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and said. “Just go back to your band. I can handle this much,”

Wonwoo just stood there silently. She had pulled the trigger but getting mad over you never crossed his mind.

He always told himself that he was to blame for everything. In the beginning, he insisted on having a baby to keep you less lonely at home and you gave in to that.

When the child was born, he has little time at home and the whole year, you raised the child alone. You had to stop working and move out of the town to be closer to his dorm.

You started to work again when the child was two years old. However, you had to pump the milk everywhere since you were still lactating. Working was the only thing that kept you alive during those days but you were getting busier. You rose earlier and set later than the sun.

But where was he? Perhaps, you were right.

Had he ever acted as a parent to the child and a husband to you? He forgot when the last time he saw you smile at him fondly. If the memories count, then it must be from the old days.

He was a coward. He could not give you a genuine home, family love and solicitude. He was all smoke and mirrors, he admitted that.

Now, everything between him and you had long ended.

“I’m sorry,” Wonwoo was first to say after an extended silence. He didn’t dare to look at you in the eyes because all the guilt he was carrying would not resolve with a single sorry.

“I was the one getting mad so I should apologize. I was on edge so please forgive me,” you said monotonously.

'Forgive me’ I don’t know if I’m qualified to get that from you. I’m uncertain if I deserve to say 'I forgive you’

You left right after that. The trail of your clicking heels faded from Wonwoo’s ears.

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Wonwoo! Will you stay

Jeon Wonwoo! A short series pt one|two|three|four
Being rejected for the first time doesn’t put you off. In fact, your interest in him grows bigger.

You don’t remember what happens after you blurt that offering out to Wonwoo. But for sure, Wonwoo rejects you on the spot.

“If you think I was joking, nope. I was serious and it’s probably the most serious question I’ve ever asked in my life,”

“Yeah, sure. The answer is still no. Let me tell you something,”

Your eyes sparkle with hope. Is he going to say that he’s not ready yet, and if I work harder, maybe he’ll reconsider?

Wonwoo thought he would never have to tell anyone this, but this may be the best.

“I give no shit about anything and being here in this school just makes me sick. I want to quickly graduate so that I can die in peace,”

“And also, I have no plan to be nice to girls who approach me.” he finishes what he wanted to say. It sounds cruel, and even some of it isn’t what he intended to say, but he just wants to put an end to her.

If she’s smart, she would be clear of it.

But you don’t care the things Wonwoo spouts. You like him, and your eyes are on him.

“Okay then! I’ll try my hardest to charm you,” you squeeze your hand in determination. You don’t waver from his intense stare and add, “You know, this is my first time confessing to a guy and this is also my first time getting rejected but I’m pretty sure I can make you my boyfriend. I can wait, yes. Even it takes me 10 years, as long as I like you, I will pursue!”

Wonwoo shrugs and turns away. He’s not certain of you, and your word kind of stir him a little. In 18 years of life, you are the first person to talk to him in this way and disregard whatever he said.

Since young, Wonwoo limits himself to talking. He pays a lot of attention to his words to avoid unnecessary emotions. However, today, he finally meets his contender.

“My warning remains valid,”

“Alright!”

After school, Wonwoo packs his bag and leaves the class immediately.

Wonwoo has to do part-time for his family. Initially, he wanted to turn down the scholarship, but his mother secretly accepted the offer. All she wants for Wonwoo to continue school and not bury his youth with responsibilities.

With the other five siblings, he couldn’t possibly let his old mother do all the work. Therefore, he applies for the empty cashier position nearby his rented house just three kilometres from the school. His part-time job requires him to arrive fast, and since he hasn’t gotten his bicycle, Wonwoo has to run to the convenience store.

You followed him from behind, but he is sure fast! You panted all the way to the elevator as you watch him uses the stairs and speeds away.

“Y/N!” Yuran, your childhood best friend, calls your name.

Yuran is the one that introduces you to this school when she was informed that you will return to Korea. She is a year older, and she treats you like a sister since you are the only child. You always love to be around here, and now that you two are in the same school, you will have a friend to rely on.

You wave at her as she jogs toward you.

“How’s the first day?”

You contemplate. You are not familiar with Korea, and it seems the people here are so different to Americans. You scratch your head.

“So far, good.” You opt for a lie and only remember about Wonwoo. “Oh! My seatmate is handsome,” you brag.

“That’s all you can think of?” She nudges your arm lightly.

Frankly, 80% of the time, you just admire him.

You realize that his side profile is wonderfully sculpted; the sharp jawline and the distance between his forehead and eyebrows are just right.

You are going to appreciate this beautiful human being while you are alive.

“Yuran-eonnie, come to my house this Saturday,” you link your arm around Yuran’s, and in an excited voice, you add, “My family is hosting a house-warming party. It’s not grand so we invite only close friends. Therefore, you must come!”

Yuran giggles and pat your arm.

“Of course I would come! I miss your mom a lot. Will she cook?”

“HAHA! My dad won’t let her cook anymore so we might as well order for the food,”

“Ugh, your dad is still so overprotective. Their love never dies, huh?”

You sigh at the thought of your parents’ affection. It’s admirable but tiring for me. It’s like they feed me dog food every day!“

The two of you burst out laughing. The chat goes on until you come to the gate. Yuran left first, and you wait for your dad to pick you up.

"How’s school?”

You beam at your dad and answer truthfully. “Great! I might get a boyfriend soon, though- Why are you laughing?” you whine.

“Nothing, I just hope to meet my son-in-law. I can’t wait to lecture him,”

“Dad!!?”

“What? I must tell him that my daughter is the most precious human being and he is obligated to love you for the rest of his life if he wants to marry you!”

“Like how you love mom?”

“Yeah, of course. He better be overflowing with love for you or else,”

You smile. Your dad is always overreacting when it comes to this topic. He has very high expectations of the boys you mention to him, and it scares you since Wonwoo doesn’t reciprocate your feeling just yet.

As the car passes the buildings, you recognize Wonwoo, who’s running to his destination. You grin and pull your dad’s hand.

“Dad, please stop the car!”

The tires screech to halt, and in a blink, you already come out of the car and reach Wonwoo. He pants and is in confusion as to how you manage to chase him. Then, he realizes.

“What do you want?”

You scan him and wipe the beads of perspiration on his face. You flash a happy smile before saying.

“Where’s your driver?”

Wonwoo, for a second, almost couldn’t identify the person. He is baffled. “W-what?”

“Oh! Jump in, I’ll send you home,”

Wonwoo is taken aback. What do you mean by ‘Where’s your car?’ but before he gets to ask you, he’s being pulled by force. Plunge into the backseat, Wonwoo’s awareness heightens in the presence of someone in the driver seat.

“Where are you going? My dad can drive you there,”

In fact, you’re the only person in the car that’s jubilant. Your dad is sceptical to Wonwoo, and the same goes for the latter.

“I can walk,”

You quickly stop him from opening the door. “Dad, we can send him to his place, right?”

Your dad looks at the rear-view mirror and hesitates. He eventually gives in and replies.

“Yes, dear,” his sight swifts to Wonwoo. “Boy, tell me where you’re going?”

Wonwoo grunts lowly and tells the two the direction. Since he isn’t going back home and doesn’t want anyone to know he’s working part-time, he lies.

You keep talking to Wonwoo despite getting no answer. He closes his eyes and clears his mind.

Once arrive, you follow him out.

“I’ll excuse you this time because your father is watching. I won’t tolerate your behaviour next time!”

The atmosphere at that moment is calm and clear. Though cars are passing by, they make no sound. Hence, you can definitely understand what he meant.

“Don’t go running about in the noon, you’ll get sick! See you tomorrow at school!”

As a girl, you totally get the meaning of Wonwoo’s words. He cuts through your heart with his harsh warning, and you endure it.

Maybe this is my karma since I always leave the people around me. These few foul words from the person I like aren’t that bad. I’m willing to be on the receiving end.

You enter the car with your lips stretch to your ears. To avoid getting questioned by your father of Wonwoo’s identity, you avert the attention.

“Dad, thank you for taking me in,”

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the rest of boyfriend!seventeen

s. coupsjeonghanjoshuajunhoshi woozi dokyeom mingyu the8 seungkwan vernon dino

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• oh me oh my time to talk about my first ever bias in seventeen lol i love pain and suffering !!
  
• wonwoo is just….so……soft
• listen this boy is trying his best for you and it pays off!! he’s the fluffiest boyfriend ever and you hold his heart in your hands please be careful with it
• don’t worry about your heart he will protect it with all his might you are so precious to him and he adores you with his entire being 
• he’ll definitely make your heart skip a beat like all the time and it’s killing you but what a beautiful death to have
• loves physical contact !! so much !!
• handholding, back hugs, playing with hair, head on shoulder cuddles, all other cuddles, sweet kisses, mumbling against skin, literally anything that brings you two closer together is heaven to him
• sometimes he’s really quiet when he comes in a room but you know he’s home because as soon as he sees you he is latched on and will not move for anything at all he is content cuddling like a cat 
• also loves anything that brings you two emotionally and mentally closer together
• deep conversations are a MUST for wonwoo this is how he falls in love he wants to know every single thing about you because it is how you became who you are and he finds it so fascinating and beautiful
• he’ll just stare at you with his deep eyes completely focused on you and he is absorbing every single word you tell him like it is etched into his brain f o r e v e r 
• of course loves watching movies and reading books with you
• it starts off more casual but once he trusts you probably doesn’t take that long i think this boy will fall hard once he falls  he will pull out the tear-jerkers and you can cry together and console each other
• seventeen will make fun of you two for being artsy hipsters or something
• who cares it’s true and it’s amazing 
• the boys will probably be obsessed with you ??? like lowkey but the way wonwoo talks about you to them has them so intrigued like who is this mystical being that has wonwoo so enamored ??? it’s you and they love you 
• everything is sweet and genuine with wonwoo
• your date could be just him walking you home and it feels like a fairytale ???
• this boy is magic
• aLsO hiS LaUGH And ChUckLE
• APPRECIATE HIS JOKES
• he’s always smiling and giggling around you because you are his sunshine and just !!! make !!! him !!! so !!! happy !!!
• please enjoy his bedhead omg it’s a gift to this planet
• ruffle his hair and squish his hair make him feel how cute and adorable he is OkAY
• he of course will share the music he’s working on but better yet i think this dork will walk around making up dumb raps about whatever you two are doing 
• get ready for his fire mixtape “grocery shopping” with a special track for each food item he believes is essential to the dream kitchen 
• definitely sings OSTs all the time just to make you laugh 
• he’ll do anything to hear your laugh it is music to his ears and he feels so proud when he’s the reason for it he has never been so happy like you could laugh for a half second and that boy is staring at you like :)))
• i need to stop this post before i actually explode but wonwoo should change his name to wonswoon because he will make your life full of heart-fluttering moments and it’s simply domestic bliss being in love with him there’s always a sense of peace and security and he’s so romantic and thoughtful it’s basically straight out of a storybook

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Pairing : Wonwoo X Reader 

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Synopsis:You and Wonwoo work at a fro-yo shop and together. 

“Wonwoo, we’re out of chocolate chips, can you go to the back and a grab some more?”

Wonwoo simply nodded and saluted you before he went into the storage room. You and Wonwoo had been working together at Franks’s Fro-Yo for almost a year now. For most of the day, the shop was pretty empty since most people in town preferred the frozen dairy confectionery at night. Of course, once the sun started to set, the place would swarm with people trying to get a cup. Luckily, you and Wownoo usually worked the morning shift and always had plenty of time to yourselves.

Wonwoo reappeared with a sack of miniature chocolate chips and wordlessly laid them down on the counter.

“Thanks, soldier.”

“Sir, my payment?”

“Ah, that’s right,” you dipped a hand into the chocolate chips and handed some to your coworker. “Don’t go spending it all in one place now.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Wonwoo chucked a chip at you and somehow you were able to catch it with your mouth. The two of you stared at each other in awe.

“Maybe you can tell me what to do,” Wonwoo muttered. Suddenly, the two of you went back to working silently.

The dynamic you had with Wonwoo while at work was a little odd. You guys would be super playful one minute, then quickly shift to stern and serious. This kind of emotional turbulence would give most people whiplash, but not the two of you. The flipping of vibes was a common thing for you.

Even though the shop was as dead as a corpse, the lack of conversation never made either of you uncomfortable. Not having to force conversation made the times you did speak really effortless and easy. That’s probably what you liked most about working with Wonwoo: he was the best company.

“So, what are you doing after work?” Wonwoo abruptly asked.

“I’m probably going to grab my sketchbook and head to the museum. I need more practice with portraits and a certain someone won’t sit still for a sketch.”

“I can’t help it. I get uncomfortable when you stare at me like that.” You continued to restock the spoon dispenser as you replied.

“It’s my concentration face, Won. I can’t help it. Pass me the yogurt cups, please.” Wonwoo obliged.

“Anyway’s, what’re you up to this fine Friday night?”

“Mingyu is setting me up on a blind date.”

Wonwoo had your full attention. You stopped restocking to turn to your friend.

“Another one? Didn’t you go on one last week with, uh,” you paused, racking your brain for Wonwoo’s latest-attempt-at-love’s name, “Jennie, was it?”

Wonwoo shrugged. “Yeah. I indulge him too much.” Wonwoo moved from the counter and seated himself at one of the fluorescent tables nearby. “She was sweet. All the girls I’ve gone out with are usually pretty nice, it’s just-“ Wonwoo paused. “There’s just something that isn’t there for me.”

You stepped away from the cup holders and sat across from your coworker.

“Maybe you’re too concerned with what you’re not feeling with them and end up ignoring what you actually do feel when you’re on these dates. At the same time, don’t try and force a connection that isn’t there.” Wonwoo rose from his chair and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant and a small towel before he replied

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You lightly punched Wonwoo on the shoulder.  

“Maybe? Here I am thinking I’m omniscient and know everything.”

“Whatever,” Wonwoo rolled his eyes and you and quickly flashed you his playful smile. Wonwoo had the best smile.

“So, where are you taking this one?”

“Bowling, maybe?” Wonwoo began wiping down the tables as you returned to refilling the spoon dispenser.

You jested, “Aren’t you terrible at bowling?”

“That doesn’t make it any less fun, Y/N. Besides,” Wonwoo added,” you keep knitting me scarves for Christmas even though you’re an awful knitter.”

You played hurt and jokingly laid a hand over your heart. “If that’s the way you feel about my handmade gifts then I won’t make you anything at all!”

Just like that, the conversation had ended and the two of you were back to working in silent.

The shift continued. You and Wonwoo found things to keep yourselves occupied after you finished the morning prep. You took a twenty minute power nap under the toppings table, the two of you made bets on who could balance a miniature marshmallow on their nose the longest, and while Wonwoo was reading behind the cash register, he sat still just long enough for you to sketch both his eyes and half of his nose in your notebook.

Towards the end of your shift, a very frantic manager called the store and begged you to cover for them. Apparently, three people for that late shift bailed so they could go to some beach party. You and Wonwoo were the only ones the manager could rely on, especially on such short notice, too. Since Wonwoo had his date, you were the only one between the both of you that was free to work that night.

“Guess I’m not going to the museum after all,” you complained.

“I’m going to cancel my date. I’d feel bad if you had to work a double shift while I’m out having fun.”

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re going to go on that date and give that girl a shot. What if she’s the one? The universe works in mysterious ways, you know. This could be one of those life-altering decisions. She could be the mother of your children, Won. Think of the children!”

“Alright, I get it. I’ll go if you promise me to stop rambling.”

You were given just enough time in between shifts to go home, shower, and eat something before you had to be back at the shop for round two. A large group of obnoxious guys came in and annoyingly flirted with you all night. You texted Wonwoo throughout the harassment.

This guy just pointed finger guns at me and called me babe. I think I’m gonna barf

I have no idea why, but these dude are sticking spoons in their noses

I should’ve gone to the museum instead

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You found it a little odd that Wonwoo wasn’t answering your texts. Even on a blind date, Wonwoo always answers. You figured he just must be hitting it off with this chick.

About ten minutes later, in the middle of you counting ceiling tiles out of boredom, you thought you heard someone call your name. You looked around and spotted your coworker and best friend standing on the other side of the counter.

“Wonwoo, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be making a fool of yourself in the bowling alley right now?”

“Do you have five minutes? I really need to talk to you.”

You looked over at the obnoxious groups of boys occupying the store. Most of them seemed like the types to grab extra toppings or pour fro-yo into their mouths, straight from the machine. One of them, however, seemed to be some sort of voice of reason in their little gang.

“You have exactly five minutes.” You were afraid the storefront would be in a state of complete chaos if you left for too long.

Wonwoo took your hand and led you to the storage room in the back.

“Earlier today we were talking about how I always feel like something is missing when I go out on those blind dates.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“The reason why I never want to go out on another date is because of you.”

You blinked at Wonwoo, dumbfounded. “I don’t understand.”

Wonwoo, exasperated, explained. “I’m always comparing them to you. I keep thinking, ‘If Y/N was here, she’d think this was hilarious,’ or ‘Her perfume isn’t as nice as the one Y/N wears.’”

He stepped closer to you now and lightly held your hands in his own. You stared at him with your mouth a tad agape and your head tilted to slightly to one side, a look of confusion on your face.

“I don’t want to go on anymore blind dates. I want to go on a date with you.”

“Wonwoo-“ he interrupted you.

“You don’t have to confirm whether you reciprocate my feelings or not at this exact moment in time. I am asking you to let me take you on a date tomorrow night, just me and you. We can suck at bowling together or go to the museum and check out the Monét exhibit I know you’ve been dying to see. Just let me take you out, at least once.”

Normally, you’d ask if a confession such as sudden as this was a joke or not. Knowing Wonwoo, seeing the look in his eyes and hearing the desperation in his voice, you knew he was genuine. Your gaze softened and you held his hands firmly, trying to express the love you felt for him with the small gesture.

“It’s date,” you beamed.

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