Helloo as a fic suggestion can you pleaseplease make it woojin x reader and irs i spired by ejeh and never let go YEARNER WOOJINNN. Like they meet again as idols????
I love this idea so I worked hard on this one because it reminds me of something I went through (sorry if it’s rlly dramatic) I hope you enjoy🩷🩷
Never let you go
► Pairing | Idol!Woojin x Idol!reader
► Synopsis | You and Woojin were best friends who secretly loved each other, but when he finally confessed, you ran away and cut him off. A year later, you’re reunited through a collaboration, forcing you to face the past. After an emotional confrontation, you both choose to start over instead of losing each other again.
► Word count | 5.4k
► warnings | made up names and group(for reader), was kinda made in a rush.
You and Woojin used to be inseparable.
Ever since you were kids, the two of you had done almost everything together. You went to the same school, walked home along the same streets, shared snacks during lunch, and spent countless afternoons talking about anything and everything. Somewhere along the way, what started as a simple friendship turned into something deeper. Both of you developed feelings for each other, the kind that lingered in quiet glances and small moments—brushing hands when walking side by side, staying on the phone late at night just because neither of you wanted to hang up.
But neither of you ever said anything.
The friendship meant too much. You were both too afraid that one wrong move could ruin the bond you’d built over the years, so the feelings stayed hidden beneath jokes, teasing, and comfortable silence.
As you got older, another dream slowly started to grow between you.
You both wanted to become idols.
It started as casual conversations—watching performances together, sharing songs you liked, imagining what it would be like to stand on stage one day. Eventually, those dreams turned into something more serious.
One day, after weeks of talking about it, you both made a decision.
You would audition.
Not for the same company, though. You didn’t want to rely on each other for everything. If you were going to chase this dream, you wanted to do it properly—even if it meant walking slightly different paths.
When the results came back, neither of you could believe it.
You both passed.
The excitement was overwhelming. You met up that night and celebrated the only way that felt right—taking a late-night walk to your favorite park. It was the same park you had been going to for years, the place where you escaped whenever life felt too loud. Sitting on the swings, laughing under the dim park lights, everything felt the same as it always had.
At that moment, it felt like nothing between you would ever change.
But things did.
Training began, schedules filled up, and life started moving faster than either of you expected. Days turned into weeks of practice, evaluations, and exhaustion. Slowly, your worlds became busier and more complicated.
Woojin still tried to keep in touch whenever he could.
Even if it was just a short text asking how your day went or a quick call late at night, he always made an effort. The feelings he had for you never went away—in fact, if anything, they grew stronger.
But for you… everything felt overwhelming.
The pressure of training, the fear of failure, the constant feeling that you had to work harder and be better—it all piled up. Sometimes you would see Woojin’s messages and think, I’ll answer later.
Later turned into tomorrow.
Tomorrow turned into next week.
Eventually, the distance between you grew without you even realizing it.
It wasn’t that your feelings disappeared. They were still there, buried somewhere deep inside you. But your focus had shifted so much that you didn’t know how to face them anymore.
Woojin noticed.
He noticed the shorter replies. The missed calls. The long gaps between conversations that used to come so easily.
After months of barely seeing each other, he decided something had to change.
So he asked you to meet him.
At your favorite park.
When you arrived, it felt strangely familiar and distant at the same time. The swings creaked softly as the two of you sat side by side, just like you had countless times before.
For a while, neither of you said anything.
The silence wasn’t awkward—just quiet. Peaceful, even. The cool night air brushed past you as the city lights flickered in the distance.
Then Woojin took a deep breath.
You glanced over at him, immediately noticing the tension in his shoulders, the nervous way he gripped the chains of the swing. It wasn’t like him to look so unsure.
He had been planning this moment for a long time.
Today was the day he would finally say what he’d been holding inside for years.
Slowly, he turned to face you.
When he started speaking, the words didn’t come out carefully or perfectly rehearsed like he had imagined. Instead, everything spilled out at once.
He told you about the feelings he had been hiding for years.
About the way he always looked for you in a crowd.
About how every small moment—walking home together, laughing at stupid jokes, sitting in this very park—meant more to him than you probably realized.
He talked about the late nights when he wanted to call you but worried you were too busy.
About how becoming an idol had changed so many things, but somehow his feelings for you never changed.
If anything, they only became clearer.
You sat there, listening to every word.
Frozen.
It felt like time had stopped while he spoke.
When he finally finished, the park grew quiet again.
Woojin waited.
He watched you carefully, hoping—maybe even expecting—that you would say something.
Anything.
But your mind was completely blank.
Your heart was racing, thoughts crashing into each other faster than you could understand them. Everything felt too sudden, too heavy, too real.
You didn’t know how to respond.
You didn’t know what the right answer was.
So instead…
You ran.
You stood up without saying a word and ran away from him.
You didn’t even look back.
Even now, you weren’t sure why you reacted that way. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the pressure of everything happening at once. Maybe it was the realization that if you answered him honestly, everything between you would change forever.
Whatever the reason was, you couldn’t face it in that moment.
After that night, you stopped answering his calls.
His messages stayed unread.
Days passed. Then weeks.
Part of you hoped that maybe distancing yourself was the best thing you could do—for him and for yourself.
But deep down, you couldn’t ignore the quiet thought that kept returning.
You hadn’t run away because you didn’t care.
You ran because you cared too much.
That was a year ago now.
A full year since that night at the park. Since the confession. Since the moment you turned around and ran without giving him an answer.
Life hadn’t slowed down since then.
A few months ago, you finally debuted with your group. Everything you had worked toward during those exhausting trainee days had finally paid off. Your group quickly gained attention—your performances were strong, your music was well received, and your fanbase seemed to grow bigger every day. Schedules filled your calendar, interviews became normal, and stages that once felt like distant dreams were now part of your everyday life.
From the outside, everything looked perfect.
You were living the dream you had always talked about.
But sometimes, late at night when things finally got quiet, your mind would drift back to that moment a year ago.
Back to the park.
Back to Woojin.
You tried not to think about it too much. Whenever the memory started creeping in, you pushed it away and focused on practice, work, or anything else that would distract you.
Still… it was hard to completely ignore.
Even though you would never admit it out loud—not to your members, not to your staff, not to anyone—you kept up with Woojin and his group. Sometimes you would see clips of their performances online, or an interview would pop up somewhere while you were scrolling. Every once in a while, you would quietly listen to their songs.
Just once.
Just to see how he was doing.
And every time you saw him smiling on stage, laughing with his members, looking like he was doing well… a small sense of relief settled in your chest.
You told yourself he was fine.
You told yourself that running away that day might have actually helped him move on.
That maybe things worked out better this way.
But what you didn’t know… was that the reality was very different.
Woojin still thought about you.
More than he wanted to admit.
You had been his best friend for years—someone who understood him better than almost anyone else. Losing that connection so suddenly left a space in his life that never really filled back in.
Even after a whole year, certain things still reminded him of you.
A song you used to play all the time.
A park bench that looked like the one where you used to sit together.
A random memory that would surface out of nowhere in the middle of the day.
Sometimes he caught himself wondering if things would be different if he had just stayed quiet.
If he had never confessed.
Maybe you would still be talking. Maybe you would still be laughing together like before. Maybe nothing would have changed.
Other times, he wondered if the real mistake had been yours.
If running away meant you never cared the same way he did.
Those thoughts left him conflicted.
Part of him felt hurt. Part of him felt angry. And another part of him still missed you more than ever.
Some nights he couldn’t even tell if he was more upset with you… or with himself.
Despite everything, he still kept up with your career.
He watched your group’s live broadcasts when he could. Sometimes he listened to your music during long practice sessions or late drives back to the dorm. Seeing you succeed should have made things easier, but instead it just reminded him of how close the two of you used to be.
You were both living the dream you once talked about together.
Just… not together anymore.
Every once in a while, he would wonder if you might reach out one day.
Maybe a message.
Maybe even just a short “How have you been?”
He thought about contacting you too.
More times than he could count.
But every attempt ended the same way. His messages never went through, and he eventually realized he had probably been blocked or removed long ago. After that, he stopped trying—not because he didn’t want to talk to you, but because the silence felt like its own kind of answer.
Still, deep down, he couldn’t completely let go of the hope that somehow the two of you would cross paths again.
That fate, coincidence, or pure luck might give him one more chance to see you.
And one day…
That chance actually came.
Woojin had just finished practice with his group when their manager gathered them together to explain their upcoming schedule. It was nothing unusual—another collaboration video, another performance recording.
Their group had been invited to visit another company to film a dance performance for a special video project.
At first, Woojin didn’t think much of it. It was a pretty normal thing in the industry.
But then the name of the company was mentioned.
Your company.
And not just that.
Your group too.
For a moment, Woojin genuinely thought he had misheard.
His heart jumped so suddenly it almost startled him. He had to force himself to stay calm while the rest of his members reacted normally, discussing the filming and joking around like it was just another schedule.
Inside, though, his mind was racing.
After an entire year of distance… he was finally going to see you again.
It took everything in him not to completely lose his composure right there. If anyone had looked at him closely, they might have noticed the way his hands clenched slightly or how his expression froze for just a second.
But he managed to keep it together.
Barely.
The filming was scheduled for two days later.
Two days.
That was all the time between him and the moment he might finally see you again.
For the first time in a long while, Woojin felt something he hadn’t felt in months.
Hope.
Now all he had to do… was wait.
The two days passed normally for you.
Too normally.
Your schedule was packed like always—practice, vocal training, quick breaks that didn’t feel like breaks at all. By the time you got back to the dorm each night, you were too tired to think about anything other than sleep. If there was something different about the upcoming days, you didn’t notice it.
To you, it was just another routine.
Another practice.
Another step toward staying at the top.
So when you walked into the practice room that day, nothing felt out of place. Music echoed softly through the speakers, your members were stretching or chatting quietly, and the familiar mirrors reflected the same scene you saw every day.
You dropped your bag to the side and sat down, bending forward to tie your shoe, completely unaware that today wasn’t going to be “normal” at all.
What you didn’t know… was that everyone else did.
Every single one of your members knew about your past with Woojin. They knew about the friendship, the distance, and most importantly—they knew about that night.
And they also knew you.
If they had told you about today’s schedule earlier, you probably would’ve panicked. Maybe made an excuse. Maybe avoided it completely.
Maybe run away again.
So they didn’t tell you.
Not until they had no other choice.
Your leader, Minji, was the one who finally stepped forward. She had been watching you for a moment, clearly trying to figure out how to say it.
You glanced up briefly, noticing her standing there.
“What’s up?” you asked casually, still focused on tying your shoe.
There was a pause.
Long enough for you to feel it.
Something was off.
You looked up again, this time more carefully, narrowing your eyes slightly when you caught the expression on her face.
“…What?” you asked, more cautious now.
Minji let out a small breath before speaking.
“So… today isn’t a normal scheduled practice.”
You tilted your head, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“We have a collaboration video,” she said.
Your expression immediately brightened.
“Oh, sweet! With who?” you asked, a small smile forming as you finished tying your shoe and sat up properly.
For a second, no one answered.
That silence was all it took for the uneasiness to settle in.
Minji hesitated, then quietly said, “…Longshot.”
The name hit you instantly.
Your eyes widened, and it felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs.
Woojin’s group.
You were going to see him.
After an entire year.
After everything.
Your hand instinctively ran through your hair as your thoughts started racing, your heart picking up speed in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Minji…” you started, your voice quieter now, unsure, overwhelmed.
“I know,” she said quickly, stepping closer and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I know you’re upset, Y/n. But we needed our best dancer here for this. We couldn’t risk changing formations last minute.”
There was guilt in her voice, but also firmness.
This wasn’t just about you.
It was about the group too.
Before you could respond, another member walked over, clearly having been listening the entire time.
Ivy.
She crouched slightly next to you, her expression softer but just as serious.
“If he says anything to you… or does anything you don’t like,” she said carefully, “just tell us. We’ll handle it.”
Her tone wasn’t aggressive, but protective.
It made your chest tighten in a different way.
You let out a slow breath, leaning your head back slightly as you stared up at the ceiling, trying to calm the storm of emotions building inside you.
Fear.
Guilt.
Nervousness.
Regret.
All of it came rushing back at once.
But this time… you didn’t run.
After a moment, you exhaled and nodded slightly.
“It’s okay,” you said, your voice steadier than you expected. “I need to stop running away anyway.”
The words felt heavy, but honest.
“He deserves answers…if he even wants to speak to me.” You chuckle.
For a second, the room went quiet.
Then, almost all at once, your members visibly relaxed. Shoulders dropped, tension eased, and a collective sense of relief filled the space.
You noticed it immediately—and couldn’t help but let out a small, breathy chuckle.
“Wow,” you muttered, shaking your head slightly. “You guys were really worried, huh?”
“Obviously,” Ivy said, nudging your arm lightly. “You’re kind of unpredictable when it comes to him.”
You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite behind it.
Just nerves.
“So…” you asked after a second, trying to ground yourself. “When are they coming?”
Minji pulled out her phone, checking the time.
“In like…” she paused, then looked back up at you. “Ten minutes.”
Ten minutes.
Your stomach dropped.
Any sense of calm you had just built instantly wavered. A heavy pit formed in your stomach, twisting tighter the more you thought about it.
Ten minutes until you saw him.
Ten minutes until you had to face everything you had been avoiding for an entire year.
You swallowed, your fingers tightening slightly against your knee as your mind raced through a thousand possibilities.
What would you say?
Would he be angry?
Would he even want to talk to you?
Would things be awkward… or worse?
You weren’t ready.
Not even close.
But you stood up anyway.
Because this time… you weren’t going to run.
A few minutes later, one of the staff members poked their head into the practice room.
“They’re here.”
The words immediately made the room feel smaller.
Your members all glanced at each other for a second before their attention shifted to you. Even though you had said you would face it, everyone could still see the tension in your shoulders.
You inhaled slowly, trying to steady yourself.
This was it.
You straightened your posture and quickly stretched your arms like you normally would before practice, pretending everything was fine. On the outside, you looked calm. Inside, though, your heart was beating so loudly you were sure someone could hear it.
Then you heard footsteps in the hallway.
Multiple pairs.
You held your breath.
The door opened.
Walking in first was their CEO, Jay Park, alongside your group’s manager. They were talking casually, discussing filming plans like it was any other work day.
Behind them, the members of Lngshot followed.
Ohyul.
Louis.
Ryul.
And then—
Woojin.
The moment you saw him, your heart jumped so hard it almost hurt.
Even though you had seen him plenty of times online—music show clips, interviews, random performances—it felt completely different seeing him in person again. He looked older somehow. More confident. The sharp trainee features you remembered had matured, and the stage presence he’d gained over the past year made him seem brighter somehow.
Meanwhile, Woojin stepped into the room and instinctively scanned the space.
He wasn’t looking at the mirrors.
He wasn’t looking at the staff.
He was only looking for one thing.
You.
The moment his eyes landed on you, everything else in the room seemed to disappear for him.
It felt strangely similar to seeing an ex after years apart.
Except you weren’t exes.
And it hadn’t even been that long.
Just one year.
But that year had changed everything.
The two of you locked eyes for a brief moment.
It felt longer than it actually was.
Your chest tightened instantly, and before your mind could process the feeling, you looked away first.
The room filled with polite introductions. Members greeted each other, bowing slightly and exchanging friendly smiles.
Your group introduced yourselves.
Then Lngshot introduced themselves as well.
Everything felt oddly normal considering the storm happening inside your head.
After the greetings, Jay Park and your manager stepped forward to explain the plan for the video.
The concept was simple.
Both groups would learn a short section of each other’s choreography for a collaboration video. Half of your group would perform one of Lngshot’s songs, while half of their group would perform part of your choreography.
Easy enough.
To keep things organized, they paired members based on age.
Oldest with oldest.
Youngest with youngest.
The moment that detail was mentioned, your stomach dropped.
Because you were one of the youngest in your group.
And so was Woojin.
Of course he was.
You stared at the floor for a second, mentally preparing yourself.
This really had to happen, you thought.
Soon enough, Woojin and Louis walked toward you and the other youngest members to begin practicing your choreography.
Even before he reached you, you could feel it.
Woojin’s gaze.
It was fixed on you.
Not angry.
Not cold.
Just… watching.
You tried your best to act normal, but you barely spoke while explaining the dance. One of your members ended up doing most of the talking for you while you demonstrated the movements silently.
At one point, you glanced sideways.
Woojin was still staring.
But what you didn’t expect…
Was that he smiled.
And waved.
A small, casual wave—like nothing had changed.
Like you were still the same two people who used to sit on swings at the park and talk for hours.
Your chest tightened.
He smiled.
After everything.
After the way you ran away from him.
After a full year of silence.
He was still looking at you like that.
Like you were still important to him.
You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the choreography.
The rest of the schedule went surprisingly smoothly.
You all practiced the routines, corrected small mistakes, and filmed the collaboration video. Everyone laughed a few times when someone messed up a move, and the atmosphere stayed light.
Eventually, filming wrapped up.
You managed to get through it.
Barely.
But the emotional weight of everything finally caught up with you.
“Excuse me,” you muttered quietly to your members before slipping out of the practice room.
You told them you were going to the bathroom, but really…
You just needed air.
You walked down the hallway until you found a quieter corner where no one could see you. Leaning back against the wall, you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to slow your racing heart.
Everything felt overwhelming.
Seeing him again.
His smile.
The memories.
You pressed the back of your head lightly against the wall and exhaled slowly.
Then suddenly—
Running footsteps echoed down the hallway.
At first, you assumed it was one of your members coming to check on you, so you didn’t move.
But then you heard your name.
“Y/n?”
Your heart skipped.
That voice definitely didn’t belong to one of your members.
It was Woojin.
He turned the corner and stopped immediately when he saw you standing there.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
You slowly lifted your head, meeting his eyes again.
“Y/n…” he said softly.
It had been so long since you heard him say your name out loud.
The sound of it felt strangely familiar… and painfully distant at the same time.
The two of you stared at each other in silence.
Seconds passed.
Then the emotions you had been holding back all day finally broke through.
Your eyes filled with tears, and you quickly looked down, embarrassed by how fast they appeared.
“I’m sorry, Woojin.”
The words came out shaky.
It was the first thing you had said to him in an entire year.
Woojin didn’t respond right away.
Instead, he stepped closer.
Before you could react, he gently grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug.
You froze for a second… then hugged him back.
Woojin didn’t hesitate.
He didn’t push you away.
He didn’t question it.
All he knew was that he had missed you, and seeing you like this hurt more than anything else.
“I’m sorry for ghosting you,” you sniffled against his shoulder. “I’m sorry for not giving you an explanation.”
“Y/n, it’s okay,” he interrupted gently, rubbing your back in slow circles.
But the tears didn’t stop.
Woojin sighed softly, thinking for a moment before speaking again.
“Do you remember…” he started with a small chuckle.
“You remember when you used to call me at two in the morning just to tell me random things?”
Your shoulders shook slightly as you laughed through your tears.
“And then we’d end up talking until the sun came up,” he added.
The memories hit you instantly.
You wiped at your eyes, half laughing, half crying.
“Are you trying to make me cry more?” you muttered.
Woojin smiled softly.
“Sorry.”
Just then, his phone started ringing.
He pulled back slightly and glanced at the screen.
It was Jay Park.
“Shit,” Woojin muttered under his breath.
He looked back at you quickly.
“Can we talk later?”
You nodded slightly.
“Where?”
Woojin smiled faintly.
“At our park.”
Your heart softened immediately at the words.
Our park.
You nodded again.
“8 p.m.,” he said quickly before taking a few steps backward.
Then he turned and jogged down the hallway toward the practice room.
You stayed there for a few more minutes, leaning against the wall as everything replayed in your mind.
The hug.
His voice.
The memories.
It all happened so fast it barely felt real.
Eventually, you wiped the last of your tears away and took a deep breath.
Then you pushed yourself off the wall and walked back toward the practice room.
Tonight, you thought.
Tonight you would finally talk.
The time came faster than you expected.
One minute you were back in the dorm, trying to act normal around your members, and the next you were staring at the clock, watching the minutes slip closer to 8 p.m.
Your chest felt tight.
You knew you should probably tell someone where you were going. At least text Ivy. At least say something.
But you didn’t.
Because if you did, it would make it real.
So instead… you just left.
Quietly.
You grabbed your jacket, slipped on your shoes, and walked out before you could second-guess yourself. The night air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside, cool and calming, but it did nothing to slow your racing thoughts.
Every step toward the park felt heavier than the last.
Memories followed you the entire way.
The same streets you used to walk together.
The same turns.
The same quiet familiarity that now felt almost distant.
By the time you reached the park, your heart was beating so loudly it drowned out everything else.
And then you saw him.
Woojin.
He was pacing back and forth near the swings, running a hand through his hair every few seconds like he didn’t know what to do with himself. The same swings you used to sit on were right behind him, gently swaying in the night breeze.
He looked nervous.
More nervous than you had ever seen him.
Your footsteps must’ve been louder than you thought, because he suddenly stopped and looked up.
The moment his eyes found you, everything else faded.
“Y/n!”
He didn’t hesitate.
He ran over, stopping just in front of you, a little out of breath, like he had been holding that energy in for a while.
“Hi, Woojin,” you said softly, giving a small nod.
For a second, neither of you knew what to do.
“Uh…” he glanced around awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Let’s—let’s go sit.”
He pointed toward the swings.
You nodded and followed him.
The two of you sat down side by side, the metal chains creaking softly as you settled in. The same familiar sound from years ago.
But this time, it felt different.
Heavier.
The silence stretched for a moment.
Not uncomfortable… just full.
“So…” Woojin started, rocking his swing slightly. “How’s life?”
You let out a small breath.
“Successful,” you said automatically. “My members and I are—”
“No,” he cut in gently.
You paused, turning to look at him.
He met your eyes, his expression more serious now.
“No, Y/n. How are you?”
The question caught you off guard.
For a second, you didn’t know how to answer.
Then you looked down at your hands.
“…Tired,” you admitted quietly. “Honestly, I just… I wish I could have one day where I actually rest. Like really rest. Sleep properly. Eat properly.”
You let out a shaky breath.
“Everyone expects so much from me now. I feel like if I slow down even a little, everything will fall apart.”
Your voice softened.
“I don’t know how long I can keep up like this.”
Woojin nodded slowly, his expression understanding.
“I get it,” he said.
Of course he did.
He was living the same life.
“What about you?” you asked, glancing over at him.
He gave a small, tired chuckle.
“I’m kind of in the same boat,” he said. “Different schedule, same pressure.”
For a moment, it almost felt normal again.
Like the two of you were just… talking.
Then the silence came back.
But this time, it felt heavier.
Woojin looked down, his foot lightly dragging against the ground to keep the swing moving.
“Why did you go?” he asked quietly.
You froze.
“W-what?”
He didn’t look at you.
“Why did you run that night?”
The question you had been avoiding for a year finally sat right in front of you.
You took a deep breath, steadying yourself.
“At the time…” you started slowly, “everything felt like too much.”
You swallowed.
“I had training, pressure, expectations… and then my feelings for you on top of that.”
Your grip tightened slightly on the swing chains.
“When you confessed… it wasn’t that I didn’t feel the same.”
You glanced at him briefly before looking away again.
“It was because I did.”
Your voice shook slightly.
“And I didn’t know how to handle that along with everything else. I was already overwhelmed, already exhausted, and suddenly… everything became real.”
You let out a breath.
“So I did the only thing I could think of.”
You gave a small, bitter laugh.
“I ran.”
Silence.
“I thought… if I just disappeared, it would make things easier. For both of us.”
Your voice softened.
“But I was wrong.”
Woojin finally looked at you.
There was something in his eyes—hurt, but not anger.
“I wish you would’ve told me, Y/n,” he said quietly. “I thought you hated me.”
Your chest tightened instantly.
“You always told me I mattered to you,” he continued. “And then one day… you were just gone.”
His voice wasn’t loud.
But it hit harder than if it was.
“We could’ve worked something out.”
“I know,” you said quickly, your eyes stinging again. “I know, Woojin. And I’m so sorry.”
Your voice broke.
“I missed you so much it hurt. I still do.”
You shook your head slightly.
“If I could go back and fix it, I would. I’d do everything differently.”
Before you could say anything else, he reached over and grabbed your hand.
You stopped.
“Maybe we can fix it now,” he said softly.
You looked at him, surprised.
“We don’t have to go back to how things were all at once,” he continued. “We can take it slow. Start over… and build everything back.”
He gave you a small, hopeful smile.
“Everything we missed.”
You stared at him, your heart racing.
“…Sorry,” he added quickly, starting to pull his hand back. “Was that too much?”
Before he could fully let go, you tightened your grip and held his hand.
“That sounds good,” you said, a small smile forming.
For a second, Woojin just blinked at you.
Then his expression lit up, his smile widening in a way you hadn’t seen in so long.
“You have to unblock me though,” he added, letting out a soft laugh.
You laughed too, the sound coming easier than you expected.
“I promise I will.”
There was a lightness now.
Something that hadn’t been there before.
Woojin looked at you, his expression soft but serious.
“This time, Y/n…” he said. “Don’t ever let go.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly.
“…Are you quoting your own song right now?”
He paused.
Then both of you burst into laughter.
Real laughter.
The kind where you couldn’t stop, where your shoulders shook and your eyes watered. The kind that felt familiar—like something you thought you had lost.
And in that moment, sitting side by side on those swings again, it felt like everything had come full circle.
Not the same as before.
But not broken anymore either.
Woojin glanced at you through his laughter, his chest warm in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He had you back.
And you…
You finally stopped running.
Maybe things wouldn’t go back to exactly how they were.
But maybe…
They could become something even stronger.
