Destination Unknown - Part 7 - Final Part
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Pairing: Wonho x reader
Genre: Angst & Fluff
Word Count: 4.2k
Synopsis: You are best friends with Wonho but you donât have the guts to actually tell him how you really feel. Letâs see how long you can hide it.
a/n: So here it is, the final part of the series! I sincerely thank each and everyone for taking the time to read it, Iâm so thankful for every like, reply, and follow! Please enjoy! <3Â
There it was. The beautiful blue sky that sparkled and radiated, the clear and pure breeze that pierced your skin delicately. The beautiful flowers that you could see in the distance that danced in the wind. You were home. You took a deep breath as you stepped off of the train, pulling your luggage with you. Your earbuds were in and you were listening to your favorite song. Sometime during the train ride you ended up turning your phone on âdo not disturbâ because you got tired of Wonho spamming you.
You got into a taxi, and gave the driver the directions to your old home. On the car ride to your parents house, you passed by familiar shops and places you used to play as a kid. The car ride was long, since it was somewhat far from the train station, but it didnât bother you. You saw no Monsta X billboards, no advertisements, and no posters on your way home, and it made you feel good. You took a deep breath, and exhale, feeling as if you were escaping that crowded city. This is what you needed.
Once you reached your parents house, there was this filling in the pit of your stomach. You haven't seen your parents in a while, so you were happy to see them. But then you started laughing to yourself. âHaha, I forgot to let them know I was even coming, I just huffed my way here without even thinking.â You told yourself, still laughing at your mistake. âWell, thereâs no turning back now.â You whisper, and hold your head up. You approach the front door, and ring the buzzer. Shortly, you hear a voice answer, and recognize it immediately.
âWho is it?â Your mother says. âHello mother!â You announce. Then the front door swings open and your mom looks at you with a happy smile. âI missed you! Why didnât you tell me you were coming?â She says as she pulls you into a hug. âIt was sort of last minuteâŚâ You chuckle, and sigh. âWell come in, come in! Your dad should be home from work within the hour!â She said as she grabbed your luggage and invited you in, shutting the door behind you.
She lead you to your old room, still the same as the last time you visited. âGo ahead and unpack, Iâm finishing up dinner.â She said, a bright smile on her face. âThanks mom!â You yell over to her as she walks out and closes the door.Â
You spot a picture on your desk, of you and Wonho. There were framed photos of a lot of your friends, the boys included, but the one with just you and Wonho was your favorite of course. You walked over to it and put it faced down, not wanting to look at it. You then unpack, putting your clothes into your dresser. There was also some clothes and shoes in your closet that you left from last time. When you were done, you sat on your bed, and smiled. You were home. You were gonna stay here and recharge your happy battery, then get back to work eventually.
âDinnerâs ready!â Your mom shouts to you. âComing!â You yell back. You sit with your mom at the table and she sets all of the food down. Right as your mom took her seat, you hear the front door open, and see your father hanging his jacket up, and putting his keys on the key holder. He turns around and his jaw drops when he sees you. âDinnerâs ready!â You say to him.Â
âMy y/n is home!â He exclaims happily, then takes a seat at the table. âHow long will you be staying with us?â He asks, happy. âNot sure, but for a while.â You respond, a smile on your face.
You all began eating, chatting, and just catching up. âHow are the boys?â Your mom asks. This makes your heart skip a bit, and you swallow the lump in your throat. âTheyâre doing well mom, Iâll let them know you asked.â You say smiling. âWhat about that sweet boy. Hoseok was it? I liked him.â She asks. You start coughing a bit. âOh him? Heâs doing good too.â You say, not meeting her eyes this time.Â
Your dad notices your changed expression, and asks about work instead. The boys and you were all close, that even on some of their vacation days, they would come down with you to visit your parents, so your mom and dad knew them well. Also, if anyone knew about your feelings for Wonho, it was definitely your parents. They could see the sparkle in your face when you were near him, the cheerfulness in your voice when you would talk to him, and the love in your eyes when you would gaze at him. They knew all too well.
You all conversed a bit more, then after dinner you did the dishes for your mom. After that, you went to your room after saying goodnight, and sat on your bed. You pull out your phone, and decide to face-time Jooheon since you forgot to do it earlier.
The phone rings for a while but he finally answers, and you're met with him panting and running from something. âGo away!â You hear him yell, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. âSorry, Minhyuk was chasing me. Hello!â He says, a precious smile on his face.Â
You start laughing. âWhere are you?â You ask.Â
âOn the bathroom floor, it was the only unoccupied room.â He says laughing. You both talk for awhile and crack jokes and just laugh together, it was fun. âI miss you.â He suddenly says.Â
âI saw you earlier today though!â You exclaim, chuckling. Heâs a bit flustered but laughs it off with you. You both say goodnight, and eventually end the phone call. You get into pajamas, lay down in your bed, and catch sight of the turned over photo on your desk. âI hope youâre okay Wonho, goodnight.â You mutter. Then you close your eyes, and drift off into slumber.
Three weeks later, youâre still at your parents place. They definitely notice something is off with you. Of course you still talk to them, and smile, and laugh, but you seem a bit different. When you talk, itâs short. When you smile, itâs sad. When you laugh, itâs empty. You spend time with them, but your aura had changed from your last visit. You have been sleeping a lot more lately, clinging to your bed. They knew that was your way of coping and dealing with things at times. They wondered what in the world upset their little girl so much.
You were asleep in your bed, when your mom entered your room to get your laundry. She turned the desk light on so she could properly see, when a frame that was faced down and thrown to the side caught her attention. She flipped it over to see the picture of you and Wonho. Thatâs when it hit her. âOh...my poor baby.â She whispered to herself. So it has something to do with him, huh? She thought to herself. She looked over to you, sighed, then proceeded to pick up your laundry. When she left your room, she pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her contacts.
Back at the Monsta X dorm, Wonho had locked himself his room. He seemed tough, but he was like a small child in time-out, he felt like he was being punished.
âHyung, can we talk?â Changkyunâs voice says through the door, followed by his light knocks. Even though he and the boys tried several times, Wonho didnât budge, and would remain quiet. But after a while, Jooheon starting to feel bad, trudged his way to the door, and knocked loudly. âOpen up.â He said, making himself known. To the boys surprise, the lock clicked and the door slowly opened. Jooheon walked in, shut the door behind him, then joined Wonho in sitting on the bed.
âWhat do you want?â He asks Jooheon, with little emotion and not looking at him.
âI know you love her.â Jooheon says. Itâs silent for a bit after that, but Wonho breaks the silence with a sigh.
âWhat do you know?â Wonho says, scoffing.
âLook, I know youâre beating yourself up about this, but if you really cared, you should have confessed to her sooner instead of leaving it alone.â Jooheon explains.
âHowâs that going to help now? I know you know where she is, why canât you just tell me?â Wonho says, angry.
âSorry, I promised.â He responds. The air is thick with tension, and itâs quiet. âI love her.â Jooheon says out of nowhere, causing Wonho to look at him, confused.
âWhat did you just say?â He asks Jooheon.
âI said I love her, Iâve always loved her, since I first met her I think. Sheâs an extraordinary woman, sheâs everything a person could want and need in their life, I would do anything for her. But then I messed up, and introduced her to you.â He says, looking down at his hands. âI love her so much...and yet, she loves you.â He says softly, then looks up at Wonho, meeting his eyes.
âWhy? Why does she love me? I donât get that part. Iâve brought so many other girls around her, and I continuously hurt her, but she always helped me. How can she still love me?â Wonho asks, defeated, pain in his voice.
âHonestly, I have no idea dude, but she does, and even though itâs been about month, I know for a fact she still does. I can see how sad she is when we video chat, I can see how much she misses you, not me. So whatever you do, Iâm asking you to fix it. Because I love her, and because I want her to happy, Iâm asking you to please man up and show that you love her too. Act fast, or Iâm going after her myself.â Jooheon says, finishing his piece. He then gets up, places a hand on Wonhoâs shoulder to show him support, then walks out of the room.
Almost as if planned, Wonhoâs phone begins to ring. He gets up and pats his pockets in a rush, hoping it would be you. He finds his phone, then reads the caller ID. âY/nâs mom?â He says to himself, then answers. âHello?â He says. âHello, Hoseok?â She asks. âYes maâam, what can I do for you?â He responds. âY/n is here, and has been here for the past few weeks. I donât know what happened between the both of you, but sheâs devastated. Sheâs like a ghost. Can you come over?â
Wonhoâs eyes widen in shock. âS-Sheâs at your house?â He stutters.Â
âYes, did she not tell you?â She replies. He falls back on his bed, and places his hand on his heart. âThank goodness, I was so worried...â He trails off. âYes I can come over, Iâm on my way!â He beams.Â
âOh good! See you in a couple hours then, be safe!â She says, happy. They both then hang up.
Wonho quickly gets dressed, throwing on any hoodie and jeans. He grabs a backpack and throws his phone charger, and clothes to sleep in just in case he has to stay the night, then he runs out of his room. The members had shocked faces as they noticed him finally out of his room.Â
âAre you okay?â Hyunwoo asks first.Â
âBetter than okay!â He says, putting his shoes on and about to run out.Â
âWhere are you going?â Jooheon asks.Â
Wonho smiles, a real smile. âIâm going to fix it. For real this time.â He says, then turns around and runs off.Â
âWhat does he mean?â Hyunwoo asks.
âI guess he figured out where y/n was.â Jooheon responds, and sighs, a small, sad smile on his face. I wish you luck, my friend. He says in his thoughts. Then walks to his room and closes the door behind him.
Meanwhile, at your parents house, your mom just finished the call with Wonho. She questioned whether inviting him over was the right thing to do, but at this point, she was desperate for anything just to make you feel better.
After about two hours, she gets a message from Wonho saying he just got off the train and is in a taxi, and about 20 minutes away. Your mom heads over to you. âTime to wake up!â She yells as she enters your room. She turns on the lights and pulls the blankets off of you. You roll over and put your face in the sheets, hiding from the light. âNo..Iâm tiredâŚâ You mumble softly.Â
âWell I need you to go to the store for me, help me please.â Your mom says, taking a seat on your bed. You slowly drag yourself up as a yawn emerges from inside of you. âFine, what do you need mom?â You ask, sleepily. She pulls out a sticky note and writes down a list. âHere you go, thank you.â Your mom says, then leaves the room.
You get up and grab a random pair of jeans and a hoodie. You walk into the living room and put your shoes on. âIâll be back!â You say to your mom. âOkay, be safe!â She says back, then you walk to the bus stop to go to the market. You get there after about 10 minutes, and quickly find everything on the list after about another 10 minutes. âWhy do all of these ingredients seem familiar? Well, whatever.â You whisper to yourself.
You get back on the bus, bags in hand, and make your way home. About half-way home, you get a text message from your mom.
âYour dad is taking me out on a date, itâs been a while! Sorry for sending you to the store!â
You smile, and respond with, âItâs okay mom, have fun!â
Finally, the bus arrives at your stop, and you get out of your seat, and head to the bus door. You thank the bus driver, then you plop your earbuds back in, not really paying attention to your surroundings. Holding your bags, you finally look up, not wanting to bump into anyone, but you halt your steps, and you stand there frozen, in complete shock. No, this is not happening. You think to yourself.
âHey y/n, I missed you.â Wonho says softly. His perfect hair, his beautiful eyes, his cute smile, his everything, stood right there before you, and you couldnât believe it. Mom you snake! You thought to yourself, internally panicking. âLet me help you.â He says as he walks to you and takes all the bags from your hands and you let him, too shocked to do anything. He starts walking to your house which was close by the bus stop, and unlocks the door for you. âYour mother gave me the key, she told me to come.â He says nervously.
In his point of view, he waited anxiously by the bus stop for you. When he saw you make your way off of the bus, his nervousness increased but when he made eye contact with you, he softened. He could tell you werenât expecting him.
When you both walked inside your house, you kept walking. âWhere are you going?â He asked. You simply ignored him and went straight to your room, and locked the door. He called after you but you didnât answer. He asked if he could come in, but you didnât budge. The fact that this man was standing outside your room scared you. You werenât ready to face him yet.
After a few attempts, he finally gave up and went to the kitchen to put the groceries away. He began to cook, figuring you were hungry, but it was also another attempt to get you to come out. You tried calling your mom to see what the meaning of this was, but no answer. You sat on your bed, and ponder your strategy. You were kind of panicking, I mean, you haven't seen him in forever and then he pops up out of the blue and is like, âHey whatâs upâ so what were you supposed to do?
After a long while of thinking, a beautiful aroma fills the air and you notice as the scent rolls past your nose. Is that what I think it is? You think, smelling the scent of your favorite dish, and thatâs when it hit you. All of those ingredients your mom had you buy earlier, they were to make your favorite dish, thatâs why they seemed to familiar.Â
You sigh, smiling a sad smile at the floor. âHe cooked for me. I canât be rude.â You say to yourself, then you get up and pat yourself down. You walk over to your door, placing a hand filled with a bit of hesitation onto your knob. âJust stay calm.â You whisper, then you slowly open the door, and you see him setting the table.
âYou hungry?â He asks, a nervous smile on his face.
âThanks.â You say, and take a seat. Thereâs this happy feeling inside as you begin eating. It was your favorite dish after all.
For a long time, it was silent. You both ate. Wonho sat there, his thoughts a mess, because the thought of having dinner today with you never even crossed his mind. But there was a question he was meaning to ask.
âWhy haven't you called me?â he suddenly asked.
You look up at him, not sure what to say at first. âWhy do you think?ââ You answer, continuing to eat your food. âHonestly, after everything that has been happening, obviously youâre the last person I want to talk to.â You say, words cutting him like a knife. You pick up your cup and take a drink.
âBut weâre still close friends, do you have any idea how worried I was?â He asks, raising his voice.
âYeah, and?â You scoff, and slam your cup down. âDo you have any idea how broken I was?â You fire back.
Heâs taken aback. âIâm sorry, I never meant to make-â He starts.
You start laughing, cutting him off. âYou shouldnât do things that youâll end up being sorry for in the end.â You say sternly. âI endured a lot, you know that? I thought that simply being your friend and being able to help you and being there for you when you needed me or advice on girls was enough. But itâs not enough, and Iâm not enough, and I donât think I ever will be enough for you. But thatâs okay. I just need more time to myself, and Iâll bounce back into the same old me, I promise. I need to heal. Please, just let me heal.â You say, looking up at him and smiling. But even though he could see the smile, he noticed how empty and torn down it was. Â
âThank you for the food, now please go home.â You say, then get up.
He didnât know what to do. He wanted to stop you but his body was frozen in place. I donât deserve her. He told himself. He watched as you walked away, and as if it was a last desperate attempt, he got up and ran to you, enveloping you in his arms. âPlease donât walk away from me.â He whispered, as he rested his head on your shoulder.
That was it. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you, the warmth that was emitted from him. You still loved him and that scared you to death. Tears began flowing from your eyes. Having him hold you was everything you dreamed of, but under these circumstances, it just made your heart burn. âDonât make this harder than it already is.â You say, your voice cracking.
âIâm sorry.â He says, then lets you go. âLook, I know Iâm in no position to tell you anything right now, but I have to get this off of my chest.â He starts. âI am so very sorry, that I made you wait alone, and so sorry that I made you go through heartbreak after heartbreak, you don't deserve this at all. There are so many things I can apologize for, but most of all, Iâm sorry for not realizing my feelings sooner, and being too much of a coward to tell you how I feel.â He continues. âWhen you told me you loved me all those many weeks ago, I was so shocked. I never thought a girl as perfect, beautiful, and precious as you could love me, so Iâm sorry for hurting you.â You stood there, back still facing him, unable to comprehend what he was saying. âFinally, I just wanted to say..â He says, turning you around to face him. âI love you, y/n. I love you with all of my heart. Please come home soon.ââ He finishes, then kisses your forehead. He then picks up his backpack, and walks out, shutting the door behind him. He catches a taxi, and asks to be taken to the train station.
Your knees give out and you fall to the floor. A sob escapes your throat as you remain on the floor for quite some time. About thirty minutes pass and you hear the front door open. You look up, hoping for Wonho, but you see your mother and father instead. She rushes to you. âWhat happened?!â She exclaims, worried. So you told her, you told her everything. How everything with Wonho began, to your stalker, to the other girl, and then what just happened.Â
âDo you still love him?â She asks. You sit there and nod, your shoulders slumped. âThen donât let this opportunity go by. Youâve been through so much already, and now you can have him if you want. I say you get him in the palm of your hand, and donât ever let your happiness go.â She says.Â
You go to your room and take a seat at your desk. You look at the frame thatâs faced down and put it back up. You gaze at it, you both looked so happy in the picture. Aside from all the hurt he brought you, there was a feeling that overcame it. Bliss. When you were with him, you felt safe, as strange as that sounds. âI love him.â You say to yourself. You get up and pull out your suitcase and fill your clothes up. âI love him.â You say again, then you pick up the frame of you both and put it in your suitcase too. You get dressed, put your shoes on, and walk into the living room, suitcase in hand. You look at your parents. âI love him, I love him so much.â You say to them. You hug them goodbye. âGood luck.â They say, then you nod your head and rush out of the door. You call over a taxi and quickly get in. âTrain station, and please hurry.â You say. The driver nods and steps on the gas.
Wonho sat on a bench, waiting for the train to come. âIt should get here soon.â He said, then got up, getting ready for it. âNo running!!â He heard someone yell, but ignored it. âSorry!â The person said. He could've sworn it sounded like you, but shook his head in disbelief.Â
âHey!â The voice got closer, followed by huffing. He turns his head, and sees you bent over, hands on your knees, and catching your breath. âYou didnât let me respond to your confession.â You say, standing up and taking steps towards him.Â
âWhy are you here?â Is all he managed to get out. You stood in front of him. âTo do this.â You say, then you wrap your arms around his neck, and connect your lips to his. His eyes widen in shock, but soon he calms down and returns the kiss. His arms find their way to your waist and he gets rid of any space between you guys. The kiss is soft and pure, and you both feel sparks and a tingly sensation in your heart.
After a bit longer, you both pull away. âDoes this mean you like me too?â He suddenly says, and this causes you to laugh. âDid kissing you not say that loud and clear?â You giggle. âNo, I think we should try again.â He joked, then kissed you again. His lips were soft and fit you perfectly. You were in heaven and felt nothing but bliss.
This is how your night ended. You got on the train to go back with him. You held hands and snuggled closer as you fell asleep on each other. Once you got back you both went to the dorm and everyone was ecstatic to see you again. You no longer felt empty. âIâm happy for you both.â Jooheon said genuinely.
Cut to later that night, you and Wonho were laying in your bed at your place. The picture frame of you guys sat on your shelf. He held you close and told you he loved you, for like the millionth time so far.
This whole journey was a roller-coaster of emotions, and even though the destination was unknown, you ended up happy, and content.
So even if you may be hurt in the end, thereâs always the chance that youâll end up satisfied, so tell that special someone how you really feel, and donât be afraid to be who you are.
The end.











