how you get the girl, yang jungwon.
OKAY IKAY IM SORRY this took forever your girl had her a level exams (which she passed!!!) also i hit one thousand followers, that is insane thank you! tw: angst, character death (minor) and then just LOTS of fluff. this is short so sorry <3
masterlist, part one, part two, part three.
you weren’t there. jungwon had idly waited in just about every corner possible whilst doing his best to distract himself. it wasn’t working, you stood him up.
“hey, ma— oh.” heeseung’s words fell on deaf ears, his smile falling at the sight of his friend nervously fidgeting. “uhm, hey– your hair looks sick!” he attempts to cheer him up, but jungwon flashes him a weak smile.
silence envelopes the pair, heeseung’s sighs fill the air as he waits for an explanation jungwon’s antisocial behaviour.
“she– what? but, dude, she was so excited?”
jungwon scoffs. “then where is she?” heeseung can’t reply, not for another moment or two as he watches the anger dissipate from his friends face.
“well, why is he here, then?” jungwon follows heeseung’s pointed finger and his eyes narrow.
kim sunoo had no idea of your whereabouts nor your situation, all he knew was that a party… was simply not a party if he wasn’t in attendance. so it wasn’t hard to imagine his surprise when yang jungwon, of all people, grabs him but his collar and holds him up against the nearest wall.
“yah! what are you doing!” sunoo spits, seeing the remnants of his drink all over the floor. gasps fill the air surrounding them.
“what does this have to do with—!” jungwon pulls sunoo from the wall slightly just to push him back even harder. “ow!”
“your her best friend, who wasn’t actually invited, let me add.” jungwon catches his breath. “where is she? why is she doing this to me?”
typically, sunoo would’ve screamed bloody murder at a time like this, but noticing the way jungwon’s voice broke as he pleaded for answers pulled on his heartstrings.
“let’s talk outside, mm?” sunoo taps on jungwon’s hands and he lets go immediately, his head hung low. “come on.”
thanks to sunoo’s hand on his back, the pair make it outside in one piece. it’s there that the pink haired boy checks his phone and to his surprise he realises you hadn’t responded to him for hours. completely unlike you.
“here. i wouldn’t do this for just anyone but you clearly care about y/n.”
“w-what?” the red haired boy falls over his own tongue.
“oh come on, you’re not stupid yang. it’s her address, check on her, she’s been quiet and you’re not the only worried one.”
your day could not have been worse. every possible thing that went wrong, from school to home, had. arriving home after being caught in the rain, you kicked off your shoes and entered the living room to see all of your immediate family looking back at you. it didn’t take you long to figure out what had happened, your aunt had fallen sick some months ago, and you would make it your mission to visit her every sunday. not anymore.
you had fallen to your knees in a sobbing heap, but after a few hours your chest had lost its initial tightness but the world still seemed gray. as far as you were concerned, your room was no longer decorated with brightly coloured pictures, they were gray and gloomy. maybe attending the party wouldn’t be the worst idea, drinking away the grief wasn’t the best idea, but neither was suffering alone. adding fuel to fire, every possible outfit you could come up with seemed foolish, nothing seemed to make sense and it only made you cry even harder into your pillow.
it was around eleven when there was a knock on your door. curiosity made you peel up but the voices were quiet between your mother who opened the door, and whoever knocked. hearing the door close again, you fall back into your blanket.
you quickly scrambled to your bedroom door, not bothering to wipe your tear stained cheeks, and opened it without thinking.
there he stood, with his bright red hair seeming to me the only colour you had needed or wanted to see. it was different from the blue, yes, but it didn’t surprise you that he still looked good. why was it that in such a gray world, yang jungwon was the only colourful thing? the only one who stood before you, eyes filled with concern as he took in your appearance.
“y/n, i am… so sorry.” whomever answered the door must have told him, hence his soft gaze and downturned smile.
you couldn’t respond, the words wouldn’t come out, the tears brimmed your eyes and blurred your vision.
“can i touch you?” he asks softly, your heart almost tearing in two at his question. once again the words won’t come out, so you nod and before the tears fall his arms are around you, holding your waist as you cry into his embrace.
the pair of you stay like that until you feel strong enough to pull away from the comfort of his shoulder, he joins you, sitting on the very end of your bed. few words are exchanged.
“do you want me to leave?”
your eyes fall to the way his hands are fidgeting on his lap, and instinctively you intertwined your fingers with his. he turns to you, eyes wide before he realises what’s happening and calms down.
“y/n, i, i really care about you. and i know my timing is awful but you don’t need to say anything, not right now. i just needed you to know how i feel.”
“how do you feel?” jungwon almost freezes at your response.
“i like you.” you stop drawing hearts on the back of his hand at his confession. “i hate not being around you.”
it’s quiet for a moment, maybe it meant something, that when you looked at him whilst everything else was so gray and he remained so colourful, so… jungwon. maybe it was telling the way your heart raced when you opened the door, or when he hugged you and you felt less empty.
maybe jungwon was the better half of you.
i apologise for taking so long with this, i hope it suffices <3
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