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blessings | worth it part 2 | jeon wonwoo | MDNI 18+

🍀 pairing: ex!bf!wonwoo x fem!reader 🍀 content: post-college, nonidol 🍀 warnings: explicit disgusting sex, dom!wonwoo, dom!y/n for a brief moment, oral sex, unprotected sex, derogatory language, sensitive topics, wonwoo is an asshole for a bit 🍀 word count: 7.3k+ 🍀 summary: after a painful day, you run into your ex-boyfriend 8 years later. is his reappearance in your life a sign? 🍀 read part 1 here! 🍀 A/N: Theres so much to say so let me get into it!!! I'm sure you can figure out what kind of ending this story has based on the title!I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it!! This is truly one of my favorites, esp since I got to explore two very complex people finding their way back to each other. You may notice the huge jumps in time. I wanted to show how simply their relationship progresses without excessive detail so I hope that makes sense and you dont feel too much is missing. Also tell me what you think of the unexpected ex LMAOOOOOO i really enjoyed writing that part!! This is also the LONGEST fic ive written on this blog so Im dedicating it to authors who have written much longer fics! idk how yall do it! Lastly, thank you all for your support! I didn't think part 1 would get as much love as it did so I hope you enjoy this one too!!! 🍀 thanks to @saradika-graphics for the cute dividers!!

Wonwoo sighs as he stares at his very empty fridge. Instead of going to the grocery like a responsible 28-year-old, he finds himself walking to the convenience store three blocks away from his apartment. The drizzle of the rain wets his jacket, but he couldn't care less, finding the gray skies a nice change from the fickle weather that’s been occurring lately.

There were times when Wonwoo used to party hard and drink himself sick until the early hours. Ragers and house parties for three days straight. But now, he enjoys a quiet life in his quiet apartment in his quiet neighborhood. As a managing director at his tech job, he’s around people all day every day, so he appreciates the moments he gets to himself where he has no obligations. Sure, it’s a little lonely, but it’s what he wants.

At least that’s what he tells himself when he jerks off alone at ungodly hours.

The familiar ring of the bell chimes as he enters the convenience store. With a quick bow to the worker, Wonwoo makes a beeline for the drinks aisle and then the prepared food.

After grabbing kimbap from the fridge, he heads to aisle four, where the instant tteokbokki is located. He knows this entire convenience store by heart, especially after living in this neighborhood for six years.

As he rounds into the aisle, he looks up and stops, staring at the woman crouched only a few feet in front of him.

Time stands still.

It can’t be.

The rain patters against your car window. The gift sits in your lap.

C’mon, get out of the car.

You arrived at the venue almost an hour ago, yet you can’t bring yourself to go inside. It would make everything too real. You’d be forced to acknowledge the harsh truth and face your heartbreaking past. Even though there were no hard feelings, you know it will be painful to watch this wedding.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror. Makeup done, hair down and styled, long fitted black dress, black coat.

You’ve been dreading this day since you got the invitation.

It’s now or never.

Like a puppet being controlled by strings, you find yourself out of the car, walking briskly inside the venue.

Just a few more steps til you’re inside. All you had to do was sit down, endure this entire wedding, eat some food, show face to the couple, and then leave before 10 PM. It was the perfect plan.

Except you’re greeted by a gigantic cardboard poster of a beautiful picture from the couple’s wedding photoshoot. Dropping your gift onto the gift table, you immediately turn around and run back into your car.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groan, resting your forehead on the steering wheel.

A ten-minute meltdown later, you buckle your seatbelt and drive away, sealing your absence from this big day.

You’re not sure where you’re going. Just driving aimlessly in silence, watching the rain turn the skies grey as it begins to pour.

The bright lights of a convenience store, some twenty minutes later, speak to you like the gates of heaven wide open. Parking your car, you make the short run inside, lifting your gown with one hand and clutching your jacket over your head with the other.

There’s nothing you love more than a convenience store. So many snacks waiting to be tried. Shelved delicacies that remind you of your college days. You come across the shelf filled with numerous flavors of instant tteokbokki. Crouching down to choose a classic rosé flavor, you don’t notice the person just a few steps away from you.

It’s only when you stand up and turn that you stop and freeze in your tracks.

“Wonwoo?”

My god, time has been good to you. If 20-year-old Wonwoo thought you were hot back then, what would he think now? Despite the big black coat covering most of your frame, Wonwoo can still make out the curves in your body shaped by the simple yet elegant black gown you’re wearing.

But it’s not even your body that catches his attention. It’s your face. There’s something so indescribable about the beauty your face holds. He can’t look away.

On the other side, you also take Wonwoo in. Despite all the baggy layers he has on, he still has the same incredible physique from your college days, just way more refined now. His hair is flat and long in a mullet style, only slightly covering his eyes that hide behind dark brown glasses frames.

A lot has changed in the eight years since you last saw each other.

You can’t help the way your heart beats faster.

“Hey,” he says with a soft smile, walking closer to you. Even though you’re in heels, he still towers over you, tilting his head down so he can look at you more easily.

“It’s been a while,” he says, voice baritone, and sweet like honey. It feels like you’re in a trance with the way your eyes follow every movement of his lips. You can’t help yourself.

He notices and feels desire in his chest. The same desire he had back then.

When you don’t reply, Wonwoo bites his lips, glancing up to check the condition of the rain.

“Let’s get out of this rain?”

Wonwoo’s apartment is quite nice for a bachelor, or so you’ve gathered from the lack of ring on his finger and the mere invitation to his apartment. He has carefully curated his living room and kitchen with quite expensive looking dark wood furniture, sleek bar stools, bookshelves with numerous books, a big beige sofa, and an asymmetrical coffee table.

It’s so different from how messy and uncoordinated his apartment in college had been.

You don’t register that he’s been standing behind you this whole time with his hands on your shoulders, watching as you observe his apartment. It’s only when he makes to take off your coat that you snap back to reality.

“Fancy outfit,” he says, taking in the dress fully without your coat in the way.

When you don’t respond, he looks up from the closet to a melancholy look on your face.

Choosing to pretend not to see it, he heads into the kitchen to begin preparing the food from the convenience store.

However, you intercept him on the way and place a hand square on the center of his chest.

Without saying a word, you sink to your knees in front of Wonwoo before he can stop you.

“Please, just use me,” you plead, clutching onto Wonwoo’s belt. “Y/n…,” he says quietly, removing your hands so he can hold them in his own. He tries pulling you up, but you resist.

“Use me. I know you want to,” you beg.

“Not like this, Y/N, please get up.” Wonwoo finds himself pleading to you. “I can’t, Y/N, please. This isn’t right.”

You look up at him with shiny eyes, tears clinging to your waterline. “Isn’t this all I’m good for?” you ask, though your voice cracks. “Fuck me, just like you’ve always wanted.”

Wonwoo is speechless.

You bury your forehead in his abdomen, clutching his hands.

“Why won’t you do it?”

Wonwoo would be lying if he said seeing you like this didn’t make him hard. But your words are throwing him off. It’s only then that he realizes how much of an impact his words from all those years ago have had on you even to this day. It makes him sick. He needs to remove you from this position because this is not how he wanted to see you on your knees for him.

“C’mon, let’s eat,” he coaxes you gently, patting your head with a light hand. You sit on his barstool, watching him prepare your tteokbokki in complete silence.

While you’re eating on the floor with his funky coffee table, Wonwoo notices you playing with the fur of his rug, like you can’t look him in the eye.

“Hey,” he says, interrupting your thoughts. “What’s going on up there?” pointing to your head. “Bad day?”

“I-,” you pause. You’ve never talked about this too in-depth with anyone before.

“I dated Minghao,” you blurt out. “For three whole years.”

Silence permeated the room.

Wonwoo looks down at his hands, hiding his disbelief that you’d end up with Hao out of all people.

“We started dating a year after graduation. He was so good to me. I never knew that someone could love me the way he did. He made me feel so wanted, so special. But the paranoia started to kick in. I kept thinking he was only using me for sex, so I held out on him for an entire year, and he kept reassuring me that he didn’t care about that, that he would wait until I was ready. I just got so consumed that he was cheating on me or seeking sex elsewhere, and we got into endless arguments. It got very ugly at the end, so much so that he couldn’t take it anymore.”

Your face is buried in your hands.

“He fought so hard. He tried. My best friend. My savior. He picked up all my broken pieces and put me back together after everything that happened with you. And I let it all go.”

Finally facing Wonwoo, your eyes are full of tears.

“He got married,” you whisper so quietly that Wonwoo has to strain his ears to hear. “I would’ve ruined him if he stayed with me. I knew he was never going to break up with me, so I did it for him. He found someone he fell head over heels for because I somehow mustered up the strength to set him free.” You feel your mouth twisting into a frown you keep trying to prevent.

“He got married,” you repeat, though this time you’re hyperventilating, the painful reality hitting you hard.

“And he invited me; he personally called me to tell me that he would always love me because I had been through something so terrible, and still allowed him to be a part of my life. He said he forgave me, that he wanted to make amends by having me be there on the most important day of his life.”

All Wonwoo can do is watch in horror as you recount the most devastating heartbreak of your life that he was at fault for. It was Wonwoo who created doubt in your heart. It was Wonwoo who lied to you; it was Wonwoo who played you. It was Wonwoo who ruined you for someone who genuinely fell in love with you. And who you seemed to love back.

Catching your breath, you stare into the night. Wind blows your hair around your face.

“I got ready, I was in my car, I drove to the venue, and I couldn’t go in. How could I face him? My life had been unchanged, and breaking up with him hadn’t made me better. I drove away and have forever severed any form of penance with Minghao. Losing him has been my greatest regret.”

Wonwoo wonders if you would’ve still been with Minghao if he just broke up with you the second he knew he wasn’t into you.

Would it have been you walking down the aisle with Minghao?

Would it have been you preparing a future with him?

He’ll never know, and neither will you.

Wonwoo doesn’t know what to say. It seems like no apology will rectify what has led to your “greatest regret.”

“I asked the universe for a sign that things would be okay.”

“Did you get one?” Wonwoo asks, finally speaking after being silent for so long.

“Yeah. I went to the convenience store in a neighborhood I’m not familiar with and ran into… you.”

Wonwoo’s head perks up, and he turns to look at you in surprise.

“Hao got married today?”

A nod of confirmation is his answer.

“How can you be my sign?”

Wonwoo wishes he knew the answer.

“Wonwoo,” your moans fill the room.

Wonwoo is thrusting into you hard and fast while you’re gripping onto the sheets, hanging on for dear life.

Shortly after your crying subsided, Wonwoo took one look at you and knew it was now or never. Preying on your vulnerability, he convinced you to strip and take a bath, tempting you with the warm water and soft glow of the candles.

He stood behind you in the mirror, laying light touches to your arm all the way up to the back of your neck. He pulled the towel off your naked body and lifted you onto his bed to finally have you in the way he couldn’t eight years ago.

As he fills up his second condom of the night, he knows. You were worth the wait.

How funny to be rewarded after being patient for all these years. It was the first thought he had when he saw you standing there in your beautiful black gown. He was being given the chance to finally fuck you. There was no way you were ever leaving his life again without being fucked. After all, he’s Jeon Wonwoo. No woman gets away.

Wonwoo comes back to his senses when he feels you squeeze around his dick. Smirking, he presses a hand flat on your stomach, gently pulling out and getting up to stand. He maneuvers your body to the edge of the bed so he can watch your pussy flutter while tying the condom up. You haven’t said a word this entire time, just lying there with not a single thought behind your eyes.

“I’ll be back,” he says before going to the bathroom.

Wonwoo bites his lip at his reflection. He’s staring back at Jeon Wonwoo- the 28-year-old who has finally, finally, finally fucked you.

After a quick shower, Wonwoo walks back into his room, tossing his towel onto his desk chair, making his way to the bed without bothering to put any clothes on. The high of fucking you has faded just a bit as he processes what you told him earlier.

Even though you’re lying in his bed, fast asleep, Wonwoo is convinced you were an illusion that night. Everything about you dating Minghao, your breakup with Minghao, Minghao’s wedding, all of it, there was no way it wasn’t all just a figment of Wonwoo’s wildest imagination.

You and Minghao, huh?

The same Minghao he first met in freshman year when he was scrawny and weak. The same Minghao who got into the football team because, despite appearances, he was quick on his feet and had perfect hand-eye coordination. The same Minghao who became one of his closest friends. The same Minghao he partied with and drank with, and laughed with. The same Minghao who led their team to their final victory in the rain before slipping on the field and tearing his ACL, ending his athletic career in an instant. The same Minghao who was forever changed by his injury. The same Minghao who slowly slipped out of his life. And the same Minghao he got into a fight with all those winters ago about you, forever severing what was left of their already broken friendship.

Wonwoo wasn’t just a dick to you. His first form of betrayal and heartbreak was with Minghao. He never reached out after the injury to ask how Minghao was doing. He never offered to help, even when he heard from the others that physical therapy wasn’t going well. At his very core, Wonwoo just didn’t care about Hao. It sounds mean to say it out loud, but that’s the truth. Hao got injured and wasn’t going to be playing football anymore, so what was the point of maintaining a friendship with him? There were other friends, new teammates. Life moves on, and he couldn’t sit around waiting for Hao to get over himself.

But Hao got the one thing he wanted. Your virginity. Wonwoo knew you were a virgin when he started dating you. Hoping to add you to his roster of virgins, he played along being your boyfriend back then. He did just fuck you, and it was great, but it will never equal being the first person to fuck you. He remembered what it was like to fuck virgins back in the day before dating you, and it was an ethereal experience.

Watching the innocence leave their eyes, succumbing to the pleasure.

He felt like the king of the world just a few minutes ago. And now he feels so much regret. Fucking you like how he would’ve all those years ago. It didn’t feel right now that he’s older and lonlier. It feels like a hard reminder that he hasn’t changed. And maybe he never will. Maybe he’ll always be like this.

Unloved and unloving.

For a second, you forget where you are, until you sit up and turn to a man next to you, fast asleep on his stomach, arms under the pillow his head is lying on. Your own nakedness reminds you of what happened only a few hours ago.

Wonwoo looks so innocent when he’s asleep. Lying back under the covers, you sidle closer to his warm body, gently rubbing his arms until he wakes up just enough to turn onto his back.

The skin of his abdomen and pectoral muscles feels both hard and soft as you run your hands across. Keeping up this movement for a bit, you place a brief kiss under his eye before going in for the prize.

Gripping his dick in your hand, you place fluttering kisses on his jaw down to his neck. His quiet moans fill the room while his hand eventually finds its place on your back.

When you reach his ear, you give his lobe a soft kiss before whispering, “Was I worth the wait?”

Wonwoo’s eyes fly open, blood running cold.

“Wha-”

“Shhhh.” You press a finger to his lips, shaking your head.

“Eight years later and you still take me for a fool, Jeon Wonwoo,” you tut, squeezing his dick that you haven’t let go of all this time.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you won’t kiss me? You’re redeeming yourself from all those years ago, aren’t you?”

When he doesn’t answer, you smirk, pressing a palm flat on his hard chest and lifting yourself up so that you’re on top of him, chest to chest. Reaching down, you align his dick with your entrance before pushing yourself down all the way to the hilt.

Wonwoo’s head digs further into the pillows, groaning at how tight and warm you are. When he opens his tightly closed eyes again, he’s met by your lust-filled ones. It’s like you’ve been possessed by a different person. You start moving, back and forth, lifting yourself just barely, going insanely slow so that he feels every movement from the tip of his dick to the bottom of his heart.

You smile and bite your lip. Wonwoo can’t look away from you. Your breasts are bouncing following your movements, your hair is messy, your skin is so warm, so soft, so smooth.

“C’mon, tell me, was I everything you’ve ever dreamed of?”

Wonwoo knows you’re egging him on. He grips your waist, trying to flip you over, but you immediately catch what he’s trying to do and stop moving. “Ah ah.” Your hands run down his chest, up to your torso, and your breasts, lightly gripping them, before resting them on his pelvis.

Back and forth, back and forth.

Wonwoo shivers.

Swiveling your hips into a perfect o, you laugh as Wonwoo’s muscles contract. You know he’s fighting not to take control.

Leaning back down over his chest, you resume fucking him, maintaining the same tempo as before. Kisses to his collarbones, to his neck, and then you’re back to his ear.

“Does it kill you that I gave my virginity to Hao? Huh?” The nonchalance has left his face, eyes widening at your question and the confirmation that you had slept with Hao.

You’re fucking him a little faster now. “You’re not the first person to fuck me. Does that ruin your little imagination of me? Don’t you wish you could’ve had me first?”

You pause to moan, only further killing Wonwoo.

“I’m the only girl you’ve been with who wouldn’t sleep with you. The only one. Do you feel better now?”

Your mock pout irritates Wonwoo, and he starts using his strength against you to try to pin you to the bed.

“Don’t be like that, Wonwoo. I’m in charge right now,” you chide him sternly, still swiveling your hips, still taunting him with your perfect body.

The speed of your movements increases, and you begin to grow breathless, not once taking your eyes off of Wonwoo, even as you moan and whimper.

“Tell me,” you beg. “Tell me, was I worth the wait?”

You ride him harder into the bed, and now Wonwoo can’t contain himself.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he gasps.

The smile on your face is the last thing you do before you cum all over Wonwoo’s dick. You ride the rest of your high with your hands on his collarbones, your breasts swinging in his face.

Your hips still as you smile down at him, reaching towards where the two of you are joined and swiping a bit of your essence onto one of your fingertips.

Wonwoo watches with hazy eyes as you bring your fingertip to his face, tracing the subtle pink outline of his lips, coating them in your cum. It’s no surprise when you lean down to kiss him, except you stop short and whisper right against his lips, “If you want to cum, I want you to beg for it.”

“You’re a brat,” Wonwoo grunts, lifting his head up to bite your chin.

When you throw your head back to laugh, Wonwoo strikes, grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back before you can comprehend what’s happening.

“Not so funny now, huh?”

There are stars in your eyes, much different from how they were only a few hours ago at the convenience store. He doesn’t like how they make his heart pound faster in his chest.

Meanwhile, you’re taking Wonwoo in. He’s beautiful. But you can tell that this is all temporary. His body may have gotten buffer and his face more refined, but his heart is still the same- not ready to commit.

It hurts you to accept this ugly truth.

20-year-old, you would be so disappointed to learn that you went back to a man who made it clear he was only into you for your body. And slept with him. Twice.

There’s a thumb brushing your cheek. When you look up, Wonwoo leans in, giving you a long kiss. Memories of kissing him back in the day flood your senses. The way he’d get on top of you and pour all of himself into full-on makeouts. Those kisses were what gave you hope that he’d get better as a boyfriend. Even as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, you tell yourself that you won’t let this fool you again.

Skin on skin. One hand at the base of your neck and the other on the bed next to your head.

It’s all temporary, you tell yourself, kissing him back with enough fervor to drown out the sound of your heart breaking all over again.

“Soooo…,” Wonwoo starts, leaning against the wall by his front door, watching as you put on your shoes. When you glance up, he looks sheepish, with tense shoulders and hands in his pockets.

You raise an eyebrow to let him know you’re listening, even if you aren’t looking at him. You have a feeling you know what he’s about to ask.

“Was this a one-time thing?”

Bingo.

You fiddle around with your shoes and then shuffle things in your purse to give yourself time to figure out what you’re going to say.

“Wonwoo,” you start. “The next person I choose to be with has to be the one I’m going to marry. I’m almost 30. I had a great time with you, and I’m glad to see you again despite our past, but I don’t want to make this a regular thing.”

For a second, his face falters, but he composes himself and puts on the nonchalant, stoic look that slightly upsets you. If only for a moment, he’d share what’s actually going on in his head.

You grab a tissue from your bag and jot down your number before standing right in front of him.

“If you want to be serious, call me.”

Wonwoo stares at the door as you close it behind you, with the feeling of your lips on his cheek from the parting kiss you just gave him.

Wonwoo lies awake a few nights later, thinking about your year-long relationship back in college. He remembers walking into general chemistry lab, a class he had been dreading taking, and finding his assigned seat next to you. You had been wearing ugly, gigantic chunky brown glasses and an even uglier sweater. So much for thinking his lab partner was going to be hot.

He turned to Mingyu, who was partnered with the hottest girl Wonwoo had ever seen. Rolling his eyes at Mingyu’s cheeky wink, he slumped back in his seat in defeat, which caught your attention. “Hey, I’m y/n,” you said softly. It was only then he got to see your face clearly. Beneath your glasses, you were… beautiful. Maybe it wasn’t going to be a bad semester after all.

You were very talkative once you got comfortable with him. Always finding the good in every situation, helping anyone in lab who was confused, taking diligent color coded notes, staying behind to help the TA. You were just so… good. You were pure and good. It radiated from you like the sun and Wonwoo couldn’t help but get drawn in, for once seeing behind physical qualities.

He found himself excited to see you, to spend four hours once a week with you. Even though he was still fucking around in his usual ways, he kept that side of himself hidden from you. And one day, you asked him out very casually. Wonwoo had never been in a genuine serious relationship before and didn’t want to ruin your simple, silly little life with the cat and mouse game he was used to playing with other girls. He had been ready to reject you but one look at your face and he caved.

Being with you was so easy. You planned all the dates and he paid. You talked and he listened. But early into your relationship, you sat him down for a serious chat.

“I am not ready to have sex. Like anytime soon. I know that may be a dealbreaker so I wanted to let you know.”

Wonwoo would have walked away because no sex was a dealbreaker. But he had already seen too much of your body in lounge shorts and tiny camisoles. Too much to let go. So as he continued to lose interest in you romantically, his interest in your body grew.

Now that he’s older, Wonwoo can see his behavior for what it was, absolutely shitty. He’s still like that to a certain degree, but it’s more subtle.

He feels like he’s softer now. For some reason, he thinks of you and doesn’t think about the sex or the debauchery the two of you subjected each other to a few nights ago. No, he thinks of what it felt like kissing you with your bare bodies pressed together with only the light of the moon as your witness. He thinks about how you fell asleep the instant your head hit his chest. It hits him like a truck that he wants more with you. And he hasn’t been able to sleep because he doesn’t know how to deal with this unfamiliar desire that surpasses just a physical relationship.

He’s afraid he wants a future with you.

“So let me get this straight. You ran into Y/N, your ex-girlfriend who wouldn’t have sex with you from 8 years ago- who you fucking hated by the way, and spent a whole night fucking her?” Joshua is completely flabbergasted after listening to Wonwoo recount his brief escapade with you over drinks and dinner.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Wonwoo says, staring into his now empty glass.

“You sly fucker,” Mingyu says with a laugh, smacking Wonwoo on the shoulder.

“Guess you got what you wanted after all,” Joshua says before throwing his head back to down the rest of his drink. Wonwoo watches the glimmer of Joshua’s wedding ring and feels the weird sensation in his heart that he’s been feeling since he said goodbye to you three weeks ago.

When Joshua got married two years ago, Wonwoo didn’t really think too much about it, but your words have changed that.

“The next person I choose to be with has to be the one I’m going to marry.”

Wonwoo has never pictured himself as someone who would ever get married. His commitment issues run so deep that he’s actually never had a girlfriend after you. The closest he got to a girlfriend was when he found himself hooking up with a friend of a friend, Nuri, on and off for almost seven months.

It’s kind of stupid to say out loud, but he has a feeling that you’re going to be the person he marries.

And when he tells Joshua and Mingyu this, they’re stunned. Their friend wants to be serious with an ex he shit talked about for a year back in college? But they see the desperation in their friend’s eyes, the yearning for something real. They’ve actually been waiting for the day Wonwoo puts his head on straight and stops fucking around. After all, Joshua got married, and Mingyu’s own wedding is in a few months. It’s Wonwoo’s turn to find true love.

“Call her. Tell her how you feel- to her face. Be honest.”

“She’ll appreciate it.”

They cheers.

It’s another mundane day in the office. You and Jihoon yapped for thirty minutes before locking in to work on your never-ending spreadsheet. As a project manager for a tech product launch at a financial firm, you find yourself constantly stuck filling a lot of Excel sheets with business information that your developers can actually digest. Jihoon, the most senior developer on your team, is the only person who doesn’t drive you nuts. Aside from being a competent worker, he is your closest confidant and perhaps even your best friend.

Over dinner a few weeks ago, you had told him about Wonwoo, and it was safe to say Jihoon was a mixture of shocked, disgusted, and intrigued by the details of that night. Jihoon knows you’re waiting for Wonwoo to contact you, even if you haven’t explicitly said it.

When he’d asked if you’d ever actually date Wonwoo again, you didn’t answer. But Jihoon knows you like the back of his hand. He knows you would. And so, he has watched you pour yourself into your work, taking on extra tasks you normally would never do just to distract yourself from the possibility that Wonwoo may never reach out. He knows it scares you.

You get up to fill your water bottle and check your phone for your usually scrolling when you see a missed call from an unknown phone number.

Pushing down the hope that bubbles in your chest, you click the number to call back.

After three rings, someone is on the other end.

“Hello?” you ask timidly.

“Hey. It’s Wonwoo. Are you busy tonight?”

The convenience store glows in the darkness of the early winter evening. Parking your car, you take note of the figure dressed in black leaning next to the entrance.

You bundle up in your big white scarf and long coat before approaching Wonwoo.

He smiles at you, and you swear your heart stops beating for a moment. “Let’s grab something to eat?”

Neither of you says a word as you walk around the store side by side, filling up the cart with various food. You watch as Wonwoo beats you to payment for all this food, making you smile softly. However, it’s still silent by the time you find yourself sitting shoulder to shoulder on the counter, all hot food warmed up.

“Sorry we’re eating here and not some fancy restaurant. I didn’t want to bring you anywhere unfamiliar,” he says, breaking the silence between you. “It’s okay,” you reply before digging in.

Even though it’s quiet again, it’s comfortable.

After a while, Wonwoo clears his throat before turning his chair towards you.

“Uhm. You said to call you when I was ready for something serious,” he starts. “And I haven’t been serious with anyone. That’s why I didn’t call you right away. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Your heart pounds in your chest.

“I know I hurt you before, but I want to make things right. Can I take you out on another date? Like something better than this?” he asks, gesturing to the table of your simple meal.

You think for a moment. You’re 28 with no other prospects. And you’re lonely. Wonwoo’s already ruined you once to the point where he can’t really ruin you anymore.

All you remember is saying yes, and in the blink of an eye, you were back in Wonwoo’s apartment, fucking on his expensive couch. He was so physically irresistible, you couldn’t help it when he crowded you into his front door to deliver a soft kiss to your lips. A kiss turned into a makeout, and a makeout turned into you coming for the third time. It feels like you’re regressing. You’re once again accepting empty promises from an emotionally unavailable man, but it seems like you’re giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Just like old times.

“Can you go get the tuna?”

Wonwoo drives the cart away while you linger in front of the vegetables, but not before giving you a brief pat on the back of your head with a smile. Your boyfriend doesn’t have the eye for picking the perfect vegetables like you do so you make him collect everything else.

Eggplant, green onion, chives, chilli peppers…

“Y/N?”

You wish you hadn’t looked up.

Standing in front of you is none other than Xu Minghao. With his wife. You haven’t seen him since your break up all those years ago. Your last communication was him asking you to come to his wedding which happened last year.

Accepting that you’re stuck, you approach the two of them apprehensively. “Hey,” you greet them sheepishly. Minghao’s wife is gorgeous. Unblemished skin, a sweet smile, perfect makeup. She introduces herself, Mia, before turning to Minghao, asking how you two know each other.

“Mia, this is my ex-girlfriend from a while ago,” Minghao says, turning to her. You notice that she doesn’t falter, doesn’t look shocked. She’s confident and secure with Minghao. Who wouldn’t be with a beautiful wedding ring like that on their finger?

“How are you, Y/N?” Minghao asks. “I-,” you start before remembering that you’re here with Wonwoo who you’ve been dating for over a year. And Minghao doesn’t know. Speak of the devil, Wonwoo spots you from across the grocery and approaches you, steps slowing down when Minghao turns around and make eye contact with him.

“No,” Minghao says quietly looking back at you.

Wonwoo is now standing beside you, quietly taking the bags of vegetables in your hand and placing them in the cart.

“How long?” Minghao asks looking directly at you, ignoring Mia’s questioning stare.

“A year and three months.” You hold Wonwoo’s arm to steady yourself.

Minghao sighs, gives you a curt farewell, notably ignoring Wonwoo, before walking away. Seeing him after all this time wasn’t painful, it was embarrassing. You weren’t ready to see him again. Wonwoo interrupts your thoughts by pulling you into a hug, a rare display of public affection.

“Let’s go?” he says after a while.

The drive back to your shared apartment is peaceful and if only for a moment, you let yourself forget about the scorn on Minghao’s face.

“Thanks for meeting with me. Mia sends her best wishes,” Minghao says placing a cup of coffee in front of you. “She actually urged me to see you again so I can apologize for how I acted at the grocery store.” You smile to yourself, happy that Minghao has such a supportive wife.

It’s been a few weeks since the run in at the grocery. You were surprised to answer the phone one morning to Minghao’s voice, asking to meet up for coffee.

“I just-,” Minghao starts, trying to find the right words.

“Are you sure you’re making a good decision? Don’t you remember crying for days on end because you were so upset?”

“People change, Hao.” You refuse to look at him now, upset that he’s bringing up old wounds you’ve been trying to put away. Minghao sighs, shaking his head in disbelief over your decision to be with someone like Wonwoo.

“So you don’t attend my wedding, but you’d get back together with a man-child who likes getting his dick wet?” Frustration brews in your chest.

“I was there! I drove all the way to your wedding venue, sat in the parking lot for an hour, made it inside, but couldn’t go through with it because I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that you were actually getting married!” you exclaim all in one breath. “I left you a gift. I was there for only two minutes, but I tried,” you tell him straight to his face. He looks surprised, unaware that you had earnestly tried to make it to his wedding.

“I only ran into Wonwoo a few hours later that night.”

“I threw a punch at him for you!” You glare at him. “What?” You weren’t aware of this. “Yeah, and he told me that there was no point in dating someone he couldn’t fuck.” You’re quiet now. “I can’t believe you, Y/N. Please, anyone but him. Please don’t do this.” Minghao is gripping your wrist, trying to get through to you.

“Don’t. Y/N, please,” his plea fades as he slowly realizes you’re not budging.

Minghao is silent. “Would you marry him?” he whispers. “I-, I don’t know. We haven’t thought so far ahead.”

“You deserve to be married, Y/N,” he tells you, looking intently into your eyes. “Don’t let him change that.” Minghao starts gathering his trash while you feel your eyes water.

The final blow?

“If he breaks your heart again, I won’t be there to save you.”

Minghao gets up and starts to walk away, but you feel compelled to stop him, to defend Wonwoo, even though your thoughts are spinning in your head from confusion.

“Hao,” you call out.

Minghao turns around, eyes as cold as stone.

“I don’t need you to save me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

Wonwoo is currently on top of you, laying his head on your chest- his favorite cuddling position. Before asking his question, he props himself up on his elbows, hovering over your body while looking down into your face intently.

There’s nothing you love more than being bundled up in your bed with all your thick, soft blankets and Wonwoo in his hoodie that preserves his body heat.

The smile he gives you is apprehensive.

“Do you want to get married?”

When you don’t answer right away, Wonwoo feels the need to clarify himself. “Obviously this isn’t how I’d propose. I just wanted to know if marriage was something you want. We haven’t talked about it yet, and we’ve been together for over two years.”

It’s your turn to smile.

“You’d marry me?”

Wonwoo gives you an incredulous look, like he can’t believe you’d ask such a question.

“Of course. Would you marry me?”

“Yeah,” you reply instantly, wrapping your arms around Wonwoo’s neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispers in between kisses.

It takes you some time to realize the wet feeling against your cheek isn’t from Wonwoo’s lips. It’s from his tears. You pull back slightly, alarm written all over your face. Cupping his cheek, your thumb brushes away the tears.

“How can you forgive me?” he asks, so heartbroken. He’s sitting up now, shoulders shaking. The question is out in the open. Throughout these past two years, neither of you has really addressed your shared history. It sounds so menial. He was dating you just to fuck you, so what? He doesn’t know how painful your life was after you learned his true intentions behind dating you. How you became less trusting, less confident, less bubbly, and less you. But he can see it. It’s all over the way you talk less, fidget more, hide yourself in baggier clothing.

It has taken a lot to get you to trust him again.

A blessing he calls it.

A blessing to be loved by you, a blessing to be forgiven.

Kissing him senseless, you reassure him that people can change for the better, people can learn from bad choices.

The wedding is beautiful. It’s small and simple with your closest friends and family. You laugh, you cry, you hug everyone you can for being with you on the most important day of your life. And Wonwoo holds your hand through it all. Dashing in his black tuxedo, he promises to love you for as long as he lives.

When you slow dance together, you see Minghao and his wife over Wonwoo’s shoulder. An understanding look passes between you.

Forgiveness.

The greatest gift you can give each other.

Wonwoo holds your chin between your fingers and kisses you, erasing the pain and heartbreak all those years ago and replacing it with love and truth.

Wonwoo smiles, watching you walk hand in hand with your two-year-old son amongst the flowers in your backyard garden.

At some point, the two of you turn around to wave, and Wonwoo’s eyes automatically flit to your round stomach. When you and Wonwoo found out your second child was going to be a girl, he cried more than you did. Sometimes, even looking at his son now makes him emotional.

He thinks back to when he fully believed he’d never have a life like this. No wife and certainly no children. At first, it was just a complete rejection of social norms. But as he got older, he started to accept that maybe he wasn’t deserving of a partner who loved him for everything he was, flaws and all. Maybe he wasn’t meant to have children- pieces of himself and a partner.

What a blessing it’s been to be forgiven. He’ll never take it for granted.

His son comes running back to him, disrupting his thoughts and launching himself onto his lap. His little giggles are Wonwoo’s favorite sound. You eventually come waddling back and smile when Wonwoo presses a big kiss to your temple as soon as you sit down next to him.

“Are you excited to meet baby sister soon?” he asks your son.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

Wonwoo is not a religious or spiritual person. But every day, he thanks the universe and every god for giving him a second chance with you. He can’t imagine being married to anyone else. He can’t imagine having children with anyone else. It’s always been you.

You have made this life worth the wait.

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