jeon wonwoo × fem!reader (as Sarang)
genre ➠ stranger to lovers, secret identity au, angst to comfort, slow burn romance ( Part 1 | Part 2 )
The moment Wonwoo slid into the passenger seat of the car, Mingyu looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Throughout the entire drive back to the dorms, Wonwoo didn’t say a single word. He just stared out the window, a helpless smile fixed on his face as his fingers absentmindedly tapped against his coat pocket—right over his phone.
"Hyung, did you find a treasure out there or something?" Mingyu joked, glancing at him. "You've been grinning like a fool for the last ten miles."
Wonwoo just shook his head softly, his eyes tracking the passing city lights. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "Something like that."
Meanwhile, on the rumbling bus, Sarang sat with her phone pressed tightly against her chest, her heart beating fiercely. She had spent the last twenty minutes forcing herself to believe that they belonged to different world, yet he had completely shattered that boundary with a single trick. Deep down, beneath the panic and disbelief, a profound, undeniable happiness bloomed.
The sudden vibration against her palms made her flinch.. She unlocked the screen to find a message from an unknown number:
Unknown: Did you reach safely?
Before she could even type a reply, another message popped up, followed by a location pin:
Unknown: Let's meet tomorrow for dinner. There's a traditional Japanese restaurant called 'Spring' near the city center. Let me know if the time works for you, Rose.
A beautiful smile broke across her face. Rose. He was still holding onto their movie.
Sarang: I reached safely, Jack. And yes... tomorrow works. See you there.
The next evening, Sarang arrived at 'Spring' and noticed immediately how quiet it was. There were no other customers, only a soft, tranquil melody playing in the background. As she stood near the entrance confused, Wonwoo stepped out from a corner booth. He looked exactly like the boy from the park bench, wearing his round glasses and a cozy knit sweater.
Walking over to her with a soft smile, he reached past her to gently open the inner door. "Welcome, Rose," he murmured.
"Jack? Why is it so empty here?" she asked, looking around the vacant tables.
"I booked the whole restaurant for tonight," he admitted, a slight, shy flush coloring his cheeks as he guided her to a secluded booth in the back. "I wanted to make sure we could talk comfortably without anyone disturbing us. Or recognizing me."
Before she could process the gesture, Wonwoo stepped behind her and carefully pulled out her chair, waiting for her to sit before sliding into the seat opposite her.
Sarang’s heart did a little flutter. "Booking a whole restaurant... you really are a movie star, aren't you?"
"Just a guy trying to have dinner with a very memorable girl," he replied, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses as he handed her a menu.
As they ate, the initial nervousness melted away, replaced by their familiar, easy rhythm.
"So," Wonwoo started, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes locked onto hers. "Tell me about your life, Sarang. What have you been doing these past two years?"
"Nothing as glamorous as world tours, Jack," she laughed softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I work as a librarian during the day, and in the evenings, I help my sister manage her small café. It's quiet, but I like it."
As Wonwoo listened, his gaze never left her face. He didn't see an ordinary routine; he saw her unwavering dedication and the quiet, hardworking resilience that defined her. Hearing how she took care of the people she loved made him fall for her even deeper.
"You're amazing, you know that?" he said softly, his voice completely earnest.
Sarang’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Stop it, Jack. Eat your food."
After dinner, despite her protests that she could just take the bus, Wonwoo firmly insisted on driving her home. Walking her to the vehicle, he stepped ahead to open the passenger door for her, making sure she was comfortably seated before circling around to the driver's side.
The car ride was peaceful, but the tranquil silence was suddenly shattered by the loud, buzzing ring of Sarang's phone. Wonwoo immediately reached out and lowered the volume of the music out of courtesy, wanting to give her privacy.
However, the moment Sarang swiped the screen and put the phone to her ear, her mother’s frantic, booming voice cut sharply through the silence of the car. her mother was speaking so loudly that Wonwoo could clearly hear every single word.
"Sarang-ah! Why aren't you answering my texts?" her mother scolded immediately through the receiver. "Listen to me carefully. My close friend's son just came back from abroad, and I already set up a blind date for you this weekend! It is high time you get married and settle down. Stop making excuses!"
Sarang’s eyes widened in sheer panic. She instinctively pressed the phone tighter against her ear, her face flushing as she tried to muffle the sound. "Mom—Mom, wait, I'm in the middle of something right now. I'll call you back later!" she rushed out, hanging up as fast as she could.
The silence that followed inside the car was thick and sudden.
Wonwoo’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel, his relaxed expression completely vanishing. "So..." he started, his voice dropping into a carefully guarded murmur. "You're going on a blind date?"
Sarang let out a heavy, stressed sigh. "It’s just my mom, Jack. I don't even know why she's doing this. She's obsessed with the idea of me settling down. It's just her friend's son..."
Right at that moment, her phone lit up in her lap. A text message popped up in clear view, containing the guy's contact card and the specific restaurant details for the date.
Wonwoo’s eyes flicked down to the screen, his jaw tightening. "Where is it?"
Sarang reluctantly read out the name of the restaurant. "If I don't go, she will literally scold me to death. I don't really have a choice."
Wonwoo didn't reply. He kept his eyes strictly on the road, a suffocating wave of jealousy and sadness settling over him. He had just found her again. The thought of another man sitting across from her, trying to win her heart.
A few minutes later, the car smoothly pulled up to the curb outside her apartment building.
Sarang unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to him. "Thank you for the dinner, Jack. For everything tonight."
"Sarang," Wonwoo called out just as her hand touched the door handle.
She paused, turning back. Wonwoo stared at her, his deep eyes swirling with an intense, unspoken emotion. He wanted to tell her not to go, that he wanted to be the only one holding her hand, and that he couldn't bear the thought of losing her to someone else.
But as he looked at her tired, stressed expression, he paused. He didn't want to pressure her. Not yet.
Slowly, the tension in his shoulders dropped, and he forced a soft, quiet smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"...Just good night," he whispered softly. "Get some rest."
Sarang looked at him for a second longer, sensing the heavy words hanging in the air between them. "Good night, Jack," she murmured gently, before stepping out into the cool night air.
As the car slowly drove away, Wonwoo watched her figure disappear into the building through his rearview mirror, a quiet determination forming beneath his sadness. He wasn't going to let her slip away this time.
Wonwoo walked into his apartment later that night, the heavy silence hanging over him. He slumped onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, all the warmth from earlier completely gone.
Mingyu, who was raiding the fridge, walked into the living room and paused, a half-eaten snack in his hand. He frowned, looking at his hyung. "What's with the face? Yesterday you were grinning like a madman, and today you look like the world just ended."
Wonwoo let out a long, defeated sigh. He covered his face with his hands, the weight of the evening finally crashing down. "I found her, Mingyu. I found Rose. Her real name is Sarang."
Mingyu’s eyes widened, completely forgetting his snack. "Wait, really?! That’s amazing! Then why do you look like you're attending a funeral?"
"Because," Wonwoo murmured, his voice muffled and thick with jealousy, "her mother is forcing her to go on a blind date this weekend with some family friend from abroad. She said she doesn't have a choice. She has to go."
Mingyu blinked, a slow, mischievous smirk spreading across his face. He walked over, slumping onto the armchair opposite Wonwoo, and leaned in. "Hyung, leave the rest to me. I'll help you fix this. Just tell me the restaurant and the time."
Wonwoo raised his head, looking at him suspiciously through his glasses. "What are you going to do?"
Mingyu winked, pulling his cap down over his eyes. "Trust me, hyung. Your Kim Mingyu never fails a mission."
The afternoon of the date arrived. Wonwoo and Mingyu were parked down the street from the upscale restaurant, the car engine idling quietly. Wonwoo was a nervous wreck, his fingers tapping anxiously on his knees, while Mingyu watched the entrance like a hawk.
Finally, a familiar figure appeared on the pavement. Sarang was dressed beautifully, though she looked like she was walking toward a firing squad rather than a date.
"There she is," Mingyu said, adjusting his disguise—a low-hanging black cap and a mask that covered his entire face. He turned to Wonwoo, patting his shoulder. "Okay hyung, stay in the car and wait for my call. Do not come out until I say so."
"Mingyu, please don't do anything crazy," Wonwoo pleaded, but Mingyu was already slipping out of the passenger side.
Sarang took a deep breath outside the restaurant entrance, trying to mentally prepare herself for the awkward afternoon ahead. Just as she reached for the door handle, a tall figure awkwardly shuffled into her path.
"Excuse me, ma'am..." a deep, incredibly mournful voice whispered.
Sarang blinked, startled. She looked up at the towering man in the cap and mask. His shoulders were slumped dramatically, and he was sniffling loudly, rubbing his eyes as if he were on the verge of a massive breakdown.
"Yes? Can I help you?" Sarang asked, instantly concerned by his intense, tragic energy.
Mingyu let out a shaky, trembling sigh that deserved an Academy Award. "I want to tell you something... and it breaks my heart into a million pieces to say this." He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, sniffling violently. "The guy you are about to go on a blind date with... I am his boyfriend. We have been passionately in love for the last five years."
Sarang’s jaw dropped. "Your... what?"
"His boyfriend!" Mingyu whined dramatically, wiping an imaginary tear from beneath his mask. "But he is being a total coward! His family is forcing him to marry a girl, so he decided to break up with me and come on this date today. I know he still loves me! I know it! But he can't reject you because of his parents. I beg you, ma'am... please reject him. Otherwise, three innocent people will get hurt in this tragic cycle of love!"
Sarang was entirely stunned. Her natural, protective elder-sister instincts immediately flared up. Looking at this poor, towering man crying on the street over a cowardly boyfriend, her anger bubbled over.
"Oh my god," Sarang said, her voice turning firm and fierce. "Don't cry. Don't worry, I am going to talk to him right now."
"Thank you, kind stranger!" Mingyu sniffled one last time, bowing dramatically before turning and jogging back to the car.
Sarang marched into the restaurant, her previous dread completely replaced by pure, righteous fury. She spotted her date sitting at a corner table, looking polished and completely clueless. She walked over, slamming her bag onto the table as she sat down.
"Hello, Sarang? Nice to meet—" the man started, offering a polite smile.
"Save it," Sarang interrupted, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "Let’s skip the pleasantries. How could you do that to him?"
The man blinked, completely bewildered. "Do what to whom?"
"Your boyfriend of five years!" Sarang scolded, her voice sharp but hushed so the other tables wouldn't hear. "He is outside right now, crying his eyes out because you are being a complete coward! If you love him, you need to be brave enough to stand up to your family and accept him, instead of dragging innocent girls into your mess!"
The man’s eyes widened in sheer horror. "Boyfriend?! Excuse me, there is a massive misunderstanding! I don't have a boyfriend! I don't love any man, I literally just got back from abroad—"
"Stop denying it and be a man!" Sarang snapped, standing up and grabbing her bag. "This date is over. Go fix your relationship!"
Without giving him another second to speak, Sarang turned on her heel and marched right out of the restaurant, leaving the poor man staring blankly at his water glass.
Inside the parked car, Mingyu and Wonwoo were practically breathless, giggling like teenagers into their hands. Mingyu had just finished explaining the absolute chaos he had unleashed inside the restaurant.
"Hyung, you should have seen her face!" Mingyu wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. "She looked like a warrior ready to fight for my honor!"
Wonwoo couldn't stop the massive, dimpled grin from breaking across his face. The heavy weight of jealousy completely evaporated, replaced by pure adoration for how fierce and protective Sarang was.
Suddenly, the restaurant doors swung open. Sarang marched out onto the pavement, looking around with her hands on her hips, completely flushed with anger.
Mingyu immediately tapped Wonwoo’s arm, his laughter cutting off into an excited whisper. "Okay, hyung! She’s out. Go to her. I’ll take a cab back to the dorms so you two can be alone. Go!"
Wonwoo nodded, his heart doing a familiar, wild flutter. He adjusted his glasses, stepped out of the car, and walked briskly down the pavement toward her.
Sarang was huffing, muttering to herself about cowardly boyfriends, when a shadow fell over her. She looked up, her angry expression faltering as her eyes widened. "Jack?"
Wonwoo asked, his voice a perfect blend of surprise and innocence. "What happened? What are you doing here?"
"I am really pissed off," Sarang vented immediately, throwing her hands up before looking at him suspiciously. "By the way... what are you doing here?"
Wonwoo smiled smoothly, gesturing vaguely down the street. "I was just driving back from a photo shoot and saw you standing out here looking like you were about to fight someone. So I stopped my car. Wow... what a coincidence, right?"
Sarang let out a defeated sigh, her shoulders dropping. Looking at her still-clouded expression, Wonwoo's gaze softened. He wanted nothing more than to erase that stress from her face. "Since you're so mad, let's go somewhere to clear your head. Come on."
"You'll see," Wonwoo murmured, opening the passenger door for her with a playful wink. "Trust your translator."
He took her to an amusement park.
The moment they walked through the gates, the bright colors, the distant music, and the smell of sweet popcorn seemed to instantly wash away Sarang's anger. Wonwoo bought a pair of matching headbands on a whim, forcing a pair of silly cat ears onto his own head just to make her laugh—and it worked. The sound of her genuine, breathless giggle made his chest swell.
They spent the afternoon acting like teenagers. Wonwoo dragged her onto a massive roller coaster, and even though he tried to maintain his cool, composed idol image, he ended up gripping her hand tightly and screaming just as loud as she did during the drops. Afterward, they walked along the cobblestone paths, eating melting ice cream cones. At one point, a stray bit of chocolate landed on Sarang’s cheek. Wonwoo stopped walking, stepped into her space, and gently wiped it away with his thumb, his gaze lingering on her eyes just a second too long before he offered a shy, quiet smile.
By the time they left the park, the sun had already set, painting the sky in deep shades of twilight and indigo. Wonwoo drove them up a winding road, away from the neon lights of the city, until they reached a secluded highland overview.
When Sarang stepped out of the car, the view took her breath away. The entire city stretched out beneath them like a endless carpet of twinkling diamonds. It was incredibly peaceful, the cool evening breeze rustling the leaves around them.
"It's so beautiful," Sarang whispered, her eyes shining as she looked out at the lights.
Wonwoo didn't look at the city. He stood right beside her, his eyes locked entirely on her profile, watching the way the distant lights reflected in her eyes. "Yes, it is," he murmured softly.
They walked over to a quiet wooden bench facing the view and sat down. The space between them was small, and as they rested their hands on the seat, their fingers brushed accidentally. Neither of them pulled away this time. The warmth of his skin sent a familiar, comforting shiver through her.
The silence grew heavy, turning thick with an unspoken emotion. Wonwoo took a slow, deep breath, turning his body slightly to face her.
"Sarang," he started, his voice dropping into a low, deeply earnest tone that made her heart skip a beat. "I want to tell you something."
She turned her head, meeting his gaze. Behind his round glasses, his deep eyes were swirling with an intense, raw sincerity.
"In Japan, I fell for a girl who made me feel like a normal person for the first time in years. And when I lost her, I realized she was the only person who made me feel completely whole," he said, his fingers gently sliding over hers, intertwining them completely. "I don't care about the different worlds we live in. I don't care about the crowds or the distance. I like you, Sarang. I want to pursue you."
Sarang’s breath hitched, her throat tightening with a beautiful, overwhelming emotion.
"I know it's a lot, and I know your life is complicated," Wonwoo continued, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "So, I’m asking for a chance. Give me five chances. Five dates to show you who I am, to let you know me completely. I am ready to wait for you for as long as it takes."
The weight of his romantic vow hung beautifully in the night air. Sarang stared at their joined hands, her heart overflowing, completely unable to find her voice.
Sensing the conversation had gotten a bit too intense and wanting to ease her racing mind, Wonwoo let out a soft, teasing chuckle to break the silence. He tilted his head, a playful smile playing on his lips. "So... can I get some tips on how to pursue you?"
Sarang choked out a laugh, the emotional tension instantly breaking. She rolled her eyes affectionately, blushing deeply. "That is your problem, Jack. You have to do your own homework."
Wonwoo leaned in just a fraction closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I'm asking Rose to help me pursue Sarang. Can't she give me a little hint?"
Sarang smiled beautifully, her eyes crinkling. "No. Rose can't help you with that."
An hour later, Wonwoo smoothly pulled the car up to the curb outside her apartment building. The comfortable warmth from the highlands still lingered between them.
Sarang unbuckled her seatbelt, but before she opened the door, she turned to face him fully. A soft, genuine smile curved her lips.
"Good night, Wonwoo," she murmured gently.
It was the very first time she had ever called him by his real name.
Wonwoo froze for a fraction of a second. The sound of his name leaving her lips hit his chest with a powerful force, and he couldn't help the deep, rosy blush that instantly colored his cheeks. He let out a breathless, incredibly happy laugh, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses.
"Good night," he whispered back, his voice thick with affection. "See you very soon, Sarang."
True to his word, Wonwoo didn't waste any time. Over the next few weeks, the five dates became a beautiful, real reality. Free from the constraints of their old rules, they began to truly learn about each other's worlds.
There were quiet morning dates where Wonwoo would disguise himself in a cap and mask just to sit in the back corner of her sister's café, watching Sarang work with a proud smile while sipping his coffee. There were late-night strolls along the riverbank after his practice, sharing street food and laughing about his members' antics. They had rainy afternoon dates tucked away in a quiet corner of the library where she worked, exchanging sticky notes with scribbled jokes instead of talking out loud.
With every single date, the imaginary walls between their two world didn't just crack—they completely crumbled, leaving only Jack and Rose, beautifully mapping out a real future together.
It was Wonwoo’s birthday, and Sarang wanted to give him something he rarely got to experience—a quiet, completely normal celebration free from the flashing cameras and roaring stadiums. Since Wonwoo was stuck at the agency practicing late into the evening with his members, he had given her the passcode to his apartment earlier that week, trusting her completely.
Sarang arrived a few hours early, carrying a cake she had painstakingly baked herself. Stepping into the quiet apartment, she immediately went to work. She dimmed the harsh overhead lights, scattered warm fairy lights across the space, and set the dining table neatly. By the time she finished decorating the living room, the space felt incredibly cozy, filled with a soft, inviting glow.
The sound of the front door unlocking broke the silence. Sarang quickly lit the candles on the cake, holding the plate carefully in her hands as she stood in the center of the room.
Wonwoo walked in, looking thoroughly exhausted, his shoulders slightly slumped as he carried his jacket. But the moment his eyes adjusted to the dim room, he froze. His gaze swept over the warm lights, the beautifully decorated space, and finally landed on Sarang, who was standing there with a bright, beautiful smile, the candlelight reflecting softly in her eyes.
"Happy birthday, Wonwoo," she murmured gently.
A look of pure wonder washed over his face. The fatigue of the long practice completely vanished, replaced by a soft, breathless smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He walked over to her slowly, as if afraid that moving too fast would make this beautiful dream disappear.
"You did all of this?" he whispered, his deep voice thick with emotion as he looked down at the handmade cake.
"Of course I did," Sarang teased softly, her heart doing a familiar flutter at how intently he was looking at her. "Now, close your eyes, make a wish, and blow out the candles."
Wonwoo nodded obediently. He fixed his eyes on her for one last second before slowly closing them, a serene, peaceful expression settling over his features as he made his silent wish.
Sarang looked at his sharp jawline, his smooth skin, and the boyish charm that she had grown to love so fiercely. She didn't want to step back anymore.. Leaning in quietly on her tiptoes, Sarang pressed a soft, lingering kiss directly onto his cheek.
"I like you too, Wonwoo," she whispered against his skin, her voice trembling slightly but filled with absolute certainty.
Wonwoo’s eyes snapped open instantly. He stood entirely stunned, his hand flying up to touch his cheek where the warmth of her lips still lingered. A deep, prominent crimson blush rushed across his cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.
"I guess..." Wonwoo murmured, his voice dropping into an incredibly low, breathless register as he stared at her, his eyes sparkling. "...my wish has already come true."
Sarang’s own cheeks flushed a matching pink, and she cleared her throat lightly to hide her racing pulse. "Now blow out the candles before the wax melts"
Wonwoo laughed softly and blew out the candles, plunging the room back into the warm, golden glow of the fairy lights. After placing the cake gently on the table, he joined Sarang on the sofa. He took the knife and carefully cut a slice, lifting a small piece to her lips first. Sarang took a bite, smiling, and then took the fork to feed him back.
As he chewed, looking at her with absolute adoration, Sarang’s eyes sparkled with sudden mischief. "Oh, wait. Something is missing," she said innocently.
Before he could react, she swiped her finger through the frosting and quickly dabbed a white dot of cream right on the tip of his nose. She giggled, tilting her head. "Perfect."
Wonwoo blinked, a playful smirk replacing his shock. "Oh, is that how we're playing?" 0.1 seconds later, he swiped a generous amount of cream onto his own finger and caught her completely off guard, smoothing it gently across her cheek.
Sarang gasped, laughing as she tried to swat his hands away, but Wonwoo caught her wrists, pulling her flush against his chest. Suddenly, the laughter died down, leaving them breathless and impossibly close. The space between them disappeared. Wonwoo looked down at her lips, his gaze darkening with a tender intensity, before he leaned down and gave her a soft, sweet, and deeply romantic kiss. It was a kiss that held all the longing of the past two years, sealing their promise completely.
The sudden, loud ring of the doorbell shattered the quiet romance of the room. They pulled apart, both blinking in surprise.
Wonwoo groaned softly, running a hand through his hair as he walked over to open the door. Standing on the threshold was Mingyu, wearing his black cap and mask.
"Hyung! Happy birthday again!" Mingyu said cheerfully, handing over a beautifully wrapped box. "You forgot my gift in the practice studio, so I thought I’d drive over and drop it off—"
Mingyu stopped talking mid-sentence as his eyes flicked past Wonwoo’s shoulder and landed on Sarang, who was standing by the table with cream still on her cheek.
Sarang stared at the towering man in the cap and mask. The height, the build... suddenly, the memory of the upscale restaurant flashed vividly in her mind.
"Wait a minute..." Sarang said, her eyes widening as she pointed a finger at him. "The heartbroken boyfriend... it was you, right?!"
Mingyu froze, his eyes widening over the top of his mask. He looked at Wonwoo, then back at Sarang, and realized the jig was up. He pulled his mask down around his neck, bursting into a loud, uncontrollable squeal of laughter. Wonwoo covered his face with his hands, giggling uncontrollably alongside his member.
"Seriously?!" Sarang scolded, though a brilliant, helpless laugh broke through her fierce expression. "You two are absolutely insane! I literally threatened that poor man because of you!"
"I am so sorry, ma'am!" Mingyu wheezed, bowing dramatically just like he had on the street. "But admit it, I saved you from a really boring date!" He winked at Wonwoo and began backing down the hallway. "Alright, I will leave now and give you two some privacy. Happy birthday, hyung! Goodbye, Sarang !"
The door clicked shut, leaving the apartment quiet once again.
Sarang walked over to the sofa, crossing her arms as she looked at Wonwoo, who was still trying to wipe the amused grin off his face. "You sly fox, huh?" she teased. "Plotting a whole drama scheme behind my back?"
Wonwoo didn't say a word. He just smiled, walked over to the sofa, and sat down right next to her. Reaching out, he gently took her hand, pulling her closer until she slid perfectly against his side. He wrapped one long arm securely around her shoulders, drawing her in until her head rested against his chest, right over his steady, beating heart.
"Are you still mad at me?" he murmured, his deep voice vibrating softly against her temple, his fingers gently tracing small circles on her arm.
"I should be," Sarang whispered, a helpless smile breaking through as she shifted to get comfortable, her hands resting flat against his warm chest as she cuddled deep into his embrace.
Wonwoo pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression melting into pure tenderness. He reached up, his fingers brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face before placing a sweet, lingering peck on her forehead, and then another tiny, playful one right over the cream dot on her cheek.
"I only did it because I was terrified of losing you again," he admitted softly, his round glasses slipping slightly down his nose as his gaze dropped to her lips. "The thought of another man taking you away made me crazy."
Sarang’s heart melted completely. She leaned up, cuping his jaw gently with her hand. "You won't lose me. There is no more running away, Wonwoo."
Wonwoo’s eyes crinkled behind his lenses, and he leaned down to close the distance. The kiss that followed was slow, soft, and unbelievably sweet. It wasn't rushed; his lips brushed against hers with a gentle, reassuring warmth, molding perfectly to hers as if thanking her for coming back into his life. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss just a fraction, making her chest swell with a quiet, overwhelming happiness.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were wearing matching, breathless smiles. Wonwoo leaned his forehead against hers, letting out a soft laugh before reaching down to pull a cozy, plush blanket completely over the two of them.
He locked her securely in his warm embrace, resting his chin gently on top of her head as they looked out at the twinkling fairy lights. Far away from the flashing cameras and the roaring stadiums, Jack and Rose had finally found their permanent home in each other's arms.
I had so much fun writing this part, especially Mingyu’s chaotic Academy-Award-winning performance! 🏆 I hope this ending brought a smile to your face and warmed your heart.
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