SUMMARY: The what if's and what could have been's with your one true love.
PAIRING: Kim Jiwon (Bobby) X Reader
GENRE: Feels, so much fucking feels. I literally ugly cried while writing this story.
A/N: Please, please, leave anything on the comments. Murder me, thank me, burn me , anything. Tell me how much you hate these things I write. Apologies for the errors. GIF not mine
"First to the swings! The loser will buy dinner!"
You shouted as you run as fast as you can towards the playground. On a usual date-hang with Jiwon, you are certain you are going to lose. He never lets you pull any punches with these kinds of things. Your boy is hella competitive, one of the million things you liked about him.
Today, he ran, but at a much slower pace, letting you win and sit on your favourite swing.
Today is not the usual day. You figured as much when you saw him sitting timidly on the couch when you came home from work earlier. You figured with the way he quietly held your hand and guide you to the nearby park where you first met. The way his smile, his smile that has always been your favorite feel-good thing on earth, does not quite reach his eye. You already know what's up.
You don't need to ask, as that always has been with you and Jiwon. Attuned to each other so hard, you can almost feel his pain as if it is yours.
Plus you heard him talk on the phone, unintentionally, of course, obviously frustrated.
"No, she is not my girlfriend, not yet but... Yeah... I'd tell her... Give me time... Please, give me time...”
You don't need to ask, because you know what that conversation is about.
He likes you, but it is you or his dream. Man, tough choice.
So you didn’t ask anything and went along, savouring what little time you two have.
"Hey bunny, a little help here?" you asked as soon as you sit down, motioning him to push you on the swing. Trying not to think.
This is the good thing about your 'almost relationship, you thought. None of those complicated shit. You keep repeating in your head.
He slowly walked behind you, held both of the steel chains that support the swing you are sitting at, but did not push.
You can feel his energy, sad and full of regret.
Uh-oh, this is it, you thought.
"YG got us fucked up really bad, huh?", you said with a bitter smile.
He sighed, "He is sending Jaeho to fetch me. I only have 15 minutes..."
"This is the last time I will see you, isn't it? I mean, not the last, technically...if I would go to your conce—“
You suddenly felt him pulling you close from behind, his warm body closing in on yours, his chin rested on the top of your head. His arms tightly around your shoulders, holding you as if you are the most precious thing he held in his life.
'I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...", he uttered repeatedly, as if it was a prayer.
"It's okay, Jiwon. It's okay...”, you held his hand and closed your eyes. Mentally saving this exact moment. Knowing that you will take this all your life, wondering the what if’s and what could have been’s.
You don't know how long you two are in that position, a lifetime it felt, until he slowly released you from his arms, and walked in front of you.
"He's here...I need to go."
You saw their service van not far from where you're at, Jaeho, looking your way, talking to someone on the phone. Looking worried.
"Alright,", as you stood up. "Go! Don't make him wait too long."
You held his hands, "Do your best, okay? Show them how good you are, Okay? Be happy, okay?”
“Okay...”, your words trailed.
His hands touched your cheek and realized that they are wet with tears.
He hugged you, so tight as if he does not want to let you go. As you close your eyes and hug him as tight, you heard him say,
Just like that and he was gone.
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