REDAMANCY
Word count:- 2.5k
Pairings:- childhoodbestfriend!hwa x y/n
Type:- Mini series (part 2)
Genre:- Fluff, angst, romance, comedy, a hint of fake relationship. (look forward to the smut in other parts besties!)
Song reccs:- Love, Maybe (secret number), stay with me (miki matsubara), Day and night (Jung seung hwan), Some (bol4)
Seonghwa's theme:- Ditto instrumental (NewJeans)
Y/n's theme:- Gone instrumental (Rosé)
FYI:- The title means a love returned in full
"it'll remind you of us."
The last words.
He heard from you.
It was like a cruel joke, a twisted game of fate. He had come full circle, back to where he started. No progress, no communication, just a crushing feeling of uselessness and heartache. The more he dwelled on it, the more he questioned himself. How could he have let this happen? You were the light in his life, the reason he woke up each morning and stayed up late at night. And now, you wanted to leave. But he couldn't accept it. He couldn't just let you go, not after all you meant to him. It wasn't over for him, not by a long shot.
You were drowning in the hustle and bustle of work, barely keeping your head above water. It was your coping mechanism, but let's be real, it wasn't sustainable. Hongjoong could see right through your facade and was constantly urging you to take a break, maybe even go on a vacation. He knew exactly what was causing your stress, who was causing it. But despite his best efforts, he couldn't do much to help. Letting go was easier said than done. How could you move on after just a few weeks when you've been holding on for seven long years? It was a tough pill to swallow.
"Y/n!" The waitress called out your name, and you hurried over to grab your order. As you fumbled through your pockets for payment, you noticed someone nearby drop their wallet. Without a second thought, you sprang into action and caught it with lightning-fast reflexes. "Oh, your wallet," you said, standing up to return it to its rightful owner.
And then you saw her.
Her hair was a waterfall of luscious black locks that cascaded down to her waist, so wavy and voluminous that you couldn't help but stare. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of branded sunglasses, but when she spoke, her voice was like a chorus of angels singing. "Oh, thank you so much," she said, her politeness only adding to her allure.
You couldn't help but think that you understood why Seonghwa would kiss her. With a woman like that, who wouldn't be tempted to steal a kiss?
Your heart skipped a beat and a wave of panic washed over you, causing your breath to hitch. Without a second thought, you hastily made your way out of the café, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere. But just as you were about to flee, a sight that could only be described as breathtaking stopped you in your tracks. There stood Seonghwa, leaning against his sleek car, exuding an aura of undeniable charm. It all suddenly made sense - the mysterious woman you had glimpsed inside the café. You knew you had to disappear, ensuring he wouldn't catch a glimpse of you.
As you confidently stride along the path, a resonant voice beckons to you. Distinct from Seonghwa's timbre, it compels you to turn around and behold a familiar countenance donning a puffer jacket that exudes an air of intimidation were it not for his welcoming smile.
"San?" You mumbled as he slipped his way to you, like a child. "Hey, its been such a long time."
"Of course it has been, what are you doing back in town though?" You asked while ruffling his hair, by standing on your tippy-toes. "Hey not my hair!" He said as he tried to settle them back, "nothing just came back for a vacay, mom was missing me..hey you got even shorter than last time I saw you!" He said in a teasing tone while he compared his height with yours.
"Hey I'm not short!" With angry pout, you walked further now with a company. His attention went to all the coffee you had in your hand and he insisted on helping you. "don't tell me you're going to drink this all.." he sounded concern bt you laughed and gently nudged him.
"New employees came, and some interns so they've been working hard." Although, you said it with a smile, San saw your tired eyes. "Have you not been sleeping well?" And he sees the smile on your disappear for a bit but you bring it back and look at him, "No, I'm just growing older."
"Come on, spill it out," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mockery.
You let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of unrequited love pressing down on you. Every day seemed like a struggle, carrying the burden of loving someone who could never be yours. If only there was a little more time, just a tiny bit more, maybe things could have been different.
"Is it the guy you always talked about?" The words hung in the air, and both of you fell into a contemplative silence. San could sense that he had struck a nerve. "Yeah, him..."
You were strolling along, casually pouring your heart out to San as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The memory of the first time you laid eyes on him still lingers in your mind. He was slightly smaller back then, but hey, you're definitely not complaining about his growth. What struck you the most was his undeniable sweetness, even though his aura could be a tad intimidating. But here's the thing, talking to him felt like a warm embrace, so effortless and comforting. Oh boy, that blind date? Let's just say it was an absolute disaster.
It was a day filled with torrential rain, the kind that makes you question why you even bothered with a blind date. As you anxiously waited at the restaurant you had reserved, a group of intimidating men, resembling something out of a mobster movie, caught your attention. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, you spotted San, sneaking towards you with desperation in his eyes. He pleaded for you to hide him, and somehow, in a stroke of sheer luck, you managed to conceal him under the table.
San had always been a troublemaker back in college, but little did you know that he would turn out to be the unexpected source of laughter on this disastrous evening. Despite the chaos surrounding you, his witty remarks and mischievous charm managed to lighten the mood. However, as the night progressed, a harsh reality hit both of you like a ton of bricks - neither of you had any money. Your wallet had mysteriously vanished, and those menacing goons had stolen San's wallet, the very ones he had dared to mock.
With no other options in sight, you found yourselves facing the daunting task of washing dishes to pay off your unexpected debt. As you stood side by side, scrubbing away at the remnants of other people's meals, laughter filled the air. It was in that moment, amidst the suds and the clattering of plates, that you realized there was something undeniably special about this chaotic encounter.
Sometimes, the most memorable moments in life are born out of the most unexpected circumstances. And as you and San shared this bizarre experience, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this blind date disaster could turn into something extraordinary.
But, your heart was already stolen by a special someone. It's a common dilemma to wonder if you and your crush were meant to be, especially when the timing just doesn't seem right. As you pondered this, San noticed the sadness in your eyes and casually suggested, "Want to make him jealous?" His mischievous mind was clearly at work, and you couldn't help but be surprised by his bold suggestion.
And there was San, bursting with excitement as he unveiled his grand idea, leaving you utterly fascinated by the workings of his brilliant mind.
"Remember that incredible festival our town throws to celebrate the vibrant youth? The one that brings together people from all walks of life, aged between 20 and 40?" he began, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but anticipate what he had in store.
"He's going to be there... and guess what? You're coming with me!" San exclaimed, his voice filled with anticipation. "We'll dress up as a couple, or better yet, we'll act like one. Can you imagine the fun we'll have?" he chuckled, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
Your jaw dropped in disbelief, unable to comprehend the audacity of his proposal. "You must be a fan of those romantic movies, huh?" you quipped, unable to hide your amusement. (As if you are not.)
"I won't," you said, your gaze fixed on the ground, that familiar smile gracing your lips once again. San knew that smile all too well, a mixture of resignation and longing. It was as if your emotions were an open book, easily deciphered by those who cared enough to pay attention.
"Why, y/n?" San asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
"Because he loves someone else, San," you replied, your voice trembling with a hint of sadness. "How can I possibly come between them? It wouldn't be fair to anyone involved."
Your words hung heavy in the air, a bittersweet confession of unrequited love. The weight of your emotions threatened to break your voice, but you soldiered on.
"If only I had the courage back then, if only I had known that what I felt was love," you continued, your voice growing stronger with each word. "I would have confessed my feelings, without hesitation. But now, it's too late. I can't turn back time."
Taking a deep breath, you locked eyes with San, his concern evident in his worried gaze.
"I don't think I'm meant to be with him, San," you admitted, your voice tinged with a mix of resignation and self-doubt. "Perhaps destiny has other plans for me. It's a painful realization, but I have to accept it."
As the words left your lips, a sense of acceptance washed over you. Though the path of unrequited love was a difficult one to tread, you knew deep down that you were strong enough to endure. And perhaps, just perhaps, there was a different love waiting for you, one that was meant to be.
"You know what..." San's abrupt pause caught you off guard, causing you to come to a sudden stop as well. His words hung in the air, filled with a mix of intensity and audacity. "You're an idiot!" he exclaimed, his tone devoid of any remorse. Confusion washed over you as you questioned, "What?"
"Yes, you are," he began, his voice laced with conviction. "You're telling me that you're willing to sacrifice your true love for someone who came between you and Seonghwa?" His eyebrows furrowed, reflecting his own inability to comprehend your actions. "What do you mean?" you asked, desperately seeking clarification.
"Y/n... it was always you and Seonghwa from the very beginning... she's the one who came between you two. And if we're talking about love and all... how can you be so certain that he loves someone else? What if he feels something for you too?" San's words were filled with determination, his unwavering belief shining through. It only made you scoff in response, dismissing his suggestion. "San, he doesn't..."
"Well, we can find out together," he proposed, his voice brimming with excitement. "By going to the festival." The mere thought of embarking on this adventure with San ignited a spark within you, filling you with a sense of anticipation and curiosity.
As you step into the festival, your senses are immediately overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and smells of the bustling event. Food stalls line the streets, tempting you with their delicious aromas, while rides and games beckon you to come and play. But amidst all the excitement, you can't help but notice the abundance of couples around you.
Just as you're taking it all in, your friend San sneaks up behind you and surprises you with an ice cream. "Already looking for him?" he teases, and you shoot him a glare. "I don't think you have the right to mock me," you retort, "especially since you practically dragged me here."
But San just laughs at your adorable reaction. "Oh, don't be like that, baby," he says, leaning in a little too close for comfort. "Don't you know we're a couple today?"
Your heart skips a beat as he inches even closer, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "You're a little close, don't you think?" you manage to stammer out.
But San just grins, his eyes locked on yours. "Can't I?" he murmurs, leaning in even closer. "After all, you're my girlfriend, right?"
And there you are, playfully kicking his shins, causing him to hunch down in pain. "Don't mess with me right now," you assert, but San simply laughs away the discomfort. It's unbelievable that you're actually matching outfits with this man, wearing the clothes he personally picked out. Oh, the lengths you go for love!
But alas, Seonghwa is nowhere to be found. Maybe he didn't show up, thinking these things are too cheesy. Just as you start to lose hope, as if on cue, you catch a glimpse of him. His silhouette stands out in the crowd, and you can even make out his arm... which is being held by someone else.
Uh-oh, he's spotted you. You watch as he struts towards you, looking absolutely stunning. But just as he's about to reach you, San swoops in and pulls you close by your waist. You're so close to him that you can feel his chest against yours, and he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your heart starts racing, and you can feel your cheeks turning red. You knew what you were getting into, but this is still a lot to handle. Suddenly, you hear Seonghwa's voice calling out your name, and you snap back to reality.
As Seonghwa's business partner, Soo Hyun Jee stood beside him, her eyes locked onto you. Finally, she breaks the silence, calling out your name. You meet her gaze, and she can't help but comment, "So this is the famous y/n, huh?" With a hesitant gesture, she extends her hand towards you, and you shake it, feeling a sense of unease. "He never stops talking about you, y/n," she adds, introducing herself as Soo Hyun Jee. But there's something in her hesitation that sets you on edge, as if she's implying more than just a business partnership with Seonghwa. And there he stands, Seonghwa, frozen like a statue, unable to comprehend what he's witnessing in that moment.
Meanwhile, San, his hands still resting on your waist, takes the opportunity to introduce himself. "I'm Choi San, nice to meet you both." He extends his hands to both Soo Hyun Jee and Seonghwa, a subtle hint that he's aware of the tension in the air. "I assume you're y/n's friends?" he asks, trying to diffuse the situation.
Seonghwa finally finds his voice and confirms, "Yes, I am." But his words carry a weight, hinting at a deeper connection between you and him. "and how do you fit into y/n's life?" His eyes flickered over to San, who couldn't help but snicker at his over-the-top performance. You couldn't help but roll your eyes - if only he knew how ridiculous he looked. "It's a bit complicated at the moment, but I'm confident I can win over Miss y/n," he boasted. You slowly turned your head towards him, a creepy smile on your face, silently begging him to tone it down a notch. He must have sensed your disapproval because he quickly cleared his throat and suggested they all sit down and chat. You knew this was going to be one awkward rollercoaster ride.
Throughout the entire night, San was acting as though he was absolutely whipped for you, unable to keep his hands off of you. He effortlessly fulfilled all the typical couple activities, playfully making you feed him, capturing adorable pictures together, even helping you clean your mouth after a meal. He was a true gentleman, always ready to pull out a chair for you or offer his coat if you so much as shivered.
But amidst all the bliss, there was a moment when your eyes met Seonghwa's gaze. In that fleeting instant, you could see the pain and sorrow etched in his expression. It was a look that threatened to break your heart, so you quickly averted your eyes, unwilling to let yourself succumb to the emotions that would surely overwhelm you.
However, Hyun Jee, ever observant, couldn't help but notice the disdainful glances Seonghwa directed towards San. It was as if he believed he could outdo San's sweet gestures, scoffing at each one. Hyun Jee couldn't help but chuckle softly, fully aware that Seonghwa was undeniably smitten with you.
You're in a bit of a pickle. You're not sure if trying to make him jealous would even work, because it seems like he's got a trick up his sleeve. He's been getting a little too cozy with his "business partner" and it's making you wonder if he's playing the reverse card on you. But man, does he make you laugh! So, you decided to take matters into your own hands and give San a quick peck on the cheek. The poor guy nearly choked on his water and Seonghwa's eyes practically popped out of his head!
After your little tiff, you guys were ready to hit the road when suddenly, Seonghwa's mom appeared out of nowhere. Talk about bad timing!
"Hwa? Is that really you?" she exclaimed, approaching the four of you with a grin. In that moment, it hit you like a ton of bricks - you had lied to both of your parents about your relationship. Panic set in as you exchanged a quick glance with Seonghwa, silently urging each other to come up with a plan.
Before you could even gather your thoughts, San burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. "Ahaha, yes ma'am, we were indeed on a date at the festival," he blurted out, "and y/n is so affectionate, you won't believe i got kis-" You swiftly kicked his shin, a desperate attempt to silence him, and nervously chuckled, "Oh, he's just had a bit too much to drink, aunty...haha." Seonghwa quickly jumped in to cover your tracks, "Yes, mom, this is my friend San. We actually bumped into him here with his girlfriend, believe it or not. What brings you here, by the way?"
As you tried to navigate this unexpected encounter, the air was thick with tension and the need to keep up appearances. It was a delicate dance of weaving half-truths and quick thinking, all while desperately hoping that your web of lies wouldn't unravel before our eyes.
"Oh, I was just out running an errand and somehow managed to lose my way. It's been ages since I've wandered these streets, so I'm relieved to have stumbled upon you two. I assume you have your car, Hwa? Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's get going!"
With a playful nudge to both Hwa and yourself, she made it clear that it was time to leave San behind. Taking a deep breath, you leaned in and whispered to him, "I'll call you later to explain everything. Oh, and..." Your gaze shifted to Hyun jee, "make sure you take her home safely." And with that, you reluctantly followed your so-called mother-in-law.
Just great. Now you were stuck sitting in the same car as him. Despite your best efforts to convince Seonghwa's mother to take the passenger seat, you found yourself seated right beside him.
The atmosphere inside the car was thick with an almost tangible silence, as if it had a weight of its own. Not a single one of you had the audacity to break the stillness. Instead, your eyes were fixated on the passing streets, seeking solace in the outside world.
Just when you thought the silence would persist indefinitely, Seonghwa's mother shattered it with a seemingly innocent question, delivered with an air of nonchalance. "So, when am I going to be blessed with some adorable grandkids?" Her words hung in the air, carrying a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
It was as if a sudden jolt of electricity surged through the car, instantly capturing everyone's attention. The question had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but exchange glances, searching for a way to respond. Seonghwa's mother, with her innocent expression, seemed oblivious to the impact of her words.
"Mom!" Seonghwa whined, his face turning a bright shade of red as he desperately tried to make his mom realize how inappropriate her questions were. "Aigoo, just look at him, so embarrassed! I know you two have already taken that step!" His mom continued, causing you to feel utterly mortified. You coughed and choked, desperately signaling your discomfort.
Finally, Seonghwa's mom ended the awkwardness with a sweet note. "Hey, I was just trying to lighten the mood. I know you two had a fight. And if it's because of you, Hwa, I'll scold you a lot. So, you better treat Y/N the way she deserves, alright?" She then turned to you, gently patting your head. "Y/N, my dear, I hope you find comfort with my son. And if there's ever a problem, you can always discuss it with me. I'm always here for you. Take good care of him too. You know how much of a crybaby he is..." With those words, she stepped off at her house.
"Leave Y/n at her house," she said, waving as she started to walk back. But then, she suddenly screamed, "I'm giving you an opportunity to give me grandkids!" This only made you and Seonghwa even more embarrassed.
The car ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence, but then, unexpectedly, Seonghwa broke it with a hesitant question, "So, San...huh?" Your heart skipped a beat as you let out a sigh, trying to maintain a composed demeanor, "Yeah." But then, he said your name, and it was like magic. The way he pronounced it made your name sound like a symphony, flowing effortlessly from his lips. How could you possibly resist him? Please, Seonghwa, don't do this to me. Your mind raced with thoughts, desperately trying to keep your emotions in check. And then, he asked the question that pierced your heart, "...do you hate me?"
You sit there, your mind racing as you try to decide what to do. Your fingers fidget nervously as you contemplate your response. Finally, you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear, "What if I say yes?"
His heart sank as he let out a heavy sigh, his knuckles turning white from the tight grip on the steering wheel. The weight of his words hung in the air, shattering your world into a million pieces. The last thing you wanted was for him to stay away from you. "I love you, and I want you near me, I need you Seonghwa," you thought desperately, your heart aching with longing.
But what if you had the courage to tell him exactly how you felt? What if you took a leap of faith and bared your soul to him? With a deep breath, you gathered your strength and spoke, your voice as cold as ice, cutting through the tension. "That wouldn't happen unless you tell your parents the truth." A challenge and a plea all at once.
In that moment, Seonghwa realized the gravity of his actions. He had given up, succumbing to the unbearable weight of your disdain. He couldn't fathom what he had done to make you despise him so deeply. The pain etched on his face mirrored the ache in your own heart.
You were in a state of emotional turmoil, with tears streaming down your face as you confided in your mother about Seonghwa's mistreatment towards you throughout the day. Which you were a 90 per cent reason of.
However, when you disclosed that you and Seonghwa were never in a relationship, your mother's response caught you off guard. She had known all along, and it seemed like your parents were secretly rooting for you two to be together.
As your mother comforted you, she reminded you of your long-standing attraction towards Seonghwa. Even as a child, you felt a need to protect him, and in high school, he was always there to protect you. Your parents believed that you two were destined to be together.
Your father chimed in, emphasizing the importance of communication. Your mother then asked the question that you were hesitant to answer. "Did Seonghwa make you feel something?" You couldn't deny it. "I swear when he looks at me i can't breathe and i find myself incomplete without him. However, with him, I know i would be exactly where i wanted to be."
Your father couldn't resist teasing you, joking about how he couldn't believe he was listening to his daughter talk about her crush. Nonetheless, the laughter that ensued was a welcome relief from the tears.
Ultimately, your parents encouraged you to communicate with Seonghwa and explore where your feelings could lead you.
Somewhere in a different scene, things were quite the same, Seongjwa was also in his besides his mother, crying, pouring out his feelings to her. He recieved the same replies he same encouragements...but it was easier said than done. He spent the night awake, his heart aching with longing for you. The mere thought of your absence made him restless, yearning to hold you close and whisper sweet words in your ear.
He leaned against the cool glass door, his hair disheveled and falling around his face. Wearing an oversized shirt that revealed his delicate collarbones, he murmured to himself, "I miss you y/n-ah..." in the quiet of the night.
Seonghwa was determined to make you his, knowing deep down that you shared the same feelings for him. He believed that you too had endured years of pain and longing. He was determined to make up for all the mistakes he had made.
He held your earring tightly in his hand, bringing it close to his chest and feeling the warmth of your presence in his heart. With a tender kiss, he whispered those three magical words, "I love you..."
You rubbed your eyes and stumbled out of bed, still groggy from sleep. As you made your way out of your childhood bedroom, you were met with an infectious energy that filled the air. Your parents were practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, and you couldn't help but feel curious about what was going on.
"Guess what? We're going to Italy!" your mom exclaimed, practically jumping up and down with joy. Your dad was already planning out all the tourist hotspots he wanted to visit. And yet it took you a lot of time to realise they actually meant it.
it's been a whole week since the whole 'italy trip' announcement and you found yourself seated on an airplane, right next to the one and only Seonghwa. you couldn't help but feel like you were caught in the middle of your parents' mischievous plan. It's like they ship you and Seonghwa more than you ship yourself! You even tried to complain to your mom about Seonghwa already having a girlfriend, but she quickly reminded you, "Oh, they broke up, remember?"
But here's the thing, deep down inside, you can't shake the feeling that Seonghwa's ex-girlfriend has made a grand return, disguised as his so-called 'business partner'. It's like a plot twist straight out of a romantic comedy!
And if that wasn't enough, your mom hit you with another perfect reason to go along with this trip. Apparently, Seonghwa's parents still believe you two are in a relationship. Talk about pressure! But hey, you couldn't resist the allure of this adventure, and you had no idea that Seonghwa's parents were in on the whole charade. It's like they were playing cupid, orchestrating this grand opportunity for you and Seonghwa.
And, Seonghwa was not about to let this chance slip through his fingers. He was determined to make the most of it, no matter what. Who knows what surprises await you on this journey? One thing's for sure, it's going to be a wild ride!
What really got under your skin was how much attention your parents lavished on Seonghwa. They seemed to prioritize him over you in every way imaginable - from giving him your favorite blanket to supplying him with an endless array of snacks. And whenever you tried to speak up, it was as if they were completely oblivious to your existence. It was beyond frustrating, especially when you know your mom would brush off your concerns with a casual "Oh, come on, he's my future son-in-law." If complained. Ugh.
As you shoot a sidelong glance at your parents one last time before the plane takes off, you can't help but feel a pang of annoyance. He turns to you and whispers, "I think your parents like me even more than you do..." You roll your eyes, unable to deny the fact that you actually liked him.
Now, he's sitting there, munching on the strawberries your mother specially handed him, and his gaze is fixed on you. "Why do you keep staring at me?" you finally ask, unable to ignore his intense gaze any longer.
He leans in slightly, his voice barely audible as he whispers, "Sorry, it's just a force of habit..." Then, he playfully pulls down the sleeping mask on your head, covering your eyes. "I can't help but look at that ridiculously cute face of yours." You're grateful for the mask, as it shields you from having to face him directly. Your heart is racing, and you're certain your cheeks are flushed. How on earth are you going to survive this eleven hour long flight?
Seonghwa's heart was racing as he sat there, feeling the same way you do. He knew he had to step up his game because he wanted you to be his. he couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of you being his. After three hours of trying to sleep, he finally managed to doze off for a little over half an hour. Suddenly, he felt something heavy on his shoulder and when he looked over, he saw you sleeping soundly next to him. He couldn't help but smile at how adorable you looked.
As he traced your cheeks and tucked your hair behind your ear, he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to be yours. "Be mine y/n," he whispered softly. Seeing you so peaceful and relaxed made him chuckle a bit, knowing how different you were in real life. But his moment of bliss was interrupted by someone kicking your chair.
He saw you twitch and he held on for his dear life, and immediately spoke up. "Could you please control that kid of yours? My girlfriend is trying to sleep," he said, before putting a blanket on you and caressing your forehead and placing a chaste kiss to your forehead, "Sweet dreams," he whispered, hoping that you would feel safe and loved in his arms. But what he didn't predict, was that person asking him if you, aka, 'his gf' "your girlfriend slept alright?" And you were already throwing glares his way.
And just like that, 11 hours had slipped away in the blink of an eye, leaving you standing at the airport with your massive suitcases. You couldn't deny it, the thrill of adventure was starting to fade away, replaced by a creeping sense of exhaustion. All that remained was a mere flicker of excitement as you finally arrived at the hotel.
"And both of your room number is 3001. Here's the key," the receptionist announced, handing over the precious key. As you stood there, barely able to keep your eyes open, Seonghwa eagerly snatched the key from her hands with a cheerful smile. Goodness gracious, you thought to yourself, there's no way you can survive living with him.
"Alright, let me get this straight," Seonghwa declared with a mischievous grin as the two of you stepped into the room. "You can take the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch." But before you could even take a step further, you halted in your tracks, disbelief etched across your face. "You honestly expect me to live here with you?" Your reaction caught Seonghwa off guard, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
"Why... what do you mean, y/n?" he scoffed, his voice tinged with confusion.
"Seonghwa," you took a deep breath, your gaze fixed on him, "I told you to give up this whole fake dating charade. You know very well that you're still entangled with your girlfriend, and I'll just end up being the homewrecker in this situation."
You continued to ramble, unaware that he was slowly making his way towards you. As he closed the distance, you instinctively took a step back, only to find yourself pressed against the wall. His intense gaze never wavered, and he loomed over you, leaving you with no escape.
Inhaling deeply, you locked eyes with Seonghwa, refusing to back down. He leaned in closer, placing his arm against the wall beside your head, effectively trapping you. He simply stood there, studying your face as if he were capturing every detail in his mind's eye.
The air grew thick, and you couldn't help but feel breathless as you returned his intense gaze, standing your ground without hesitation. And then, he leaned in even closer, so close that your breaths mingled, his intoxicating scent enveloping your senses.
God, if it weren't for your pride, you would have kissed him right then and there. And then, in a raspy, deep voice you had never heard before, he spoke, "Did you think I was going to kiss you?"
A rush of butterflies erupted in your stomach, making it difficult to breathe. Your mind was a blur, consumed by his presence. From the tip of his nose to his soft lips, he had your undivided attention.
But you weren't alone in that room. A few hotel guests passed by, casting strange glances your way. Without missing a beat, Seonghwa shielded you with his towering frame, his eyes fixed on the onlookers. He was dangerously close, and it sent a thrill down your spine.
It's crazy, but yeah..in the end you did find yourself on the bed of the hotel room. However, sleep did not greet you the whole night. So, the next day you were practically half-asleep as your families, explored the various monuments and places in Venice.
The three days were absolutely tiring, during the day you tried to act like a couple, and during night you had to cope up with the awkwardness due to his presence.
Until one night ...
"You're awake right?" you whispered, hoping for a response. You could sense his presence behind you, even though your backs were turned towards each other. "Yes" he replied and then went quiet. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, as if it had taken over every inch of space.
And then, breaking the stillness, he began, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. You could tell he was about to reveal something that would ignite a spark within you. "You know," he said, drawing out the words, "those bracelets I gave you... they weren't just ordinary bracelets."
"they were wish bracelets"
He said and you remembered they were once a trend back in when you were in middle school.
"You wear them...and when they fall, you know your wish is about to come true."
"..."
"I didn't untie it at graduation, it fell...i thought I'd lost it."
Your breath became quicker, "but you found it."
