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Blueprints Of Us (pt. 3)

IVE WONYOUNG x male reader

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*This is all fictional.

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Saturday morning, the sun came too early. You woke up on the couch with your eyes dry, mouth even drier. The whole apartment felt too still, no breathing, no shifting sound in the sheets from your bedroom either. Blinking and sitting up slowly, you slowly walked to your bedroom, not knowing what to expect.

Is Jimin gone?

The bed was made and Jimin was nowhere to be seen. She must’ve done it before she left. Still, Jimin’s scent still lingered in the air, faintly floral, expensive and familiar in a way that made your heart twist just a little bit. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you stared at the window.

She wasn’t like this back then.

Jimin used to be bright. Cute. A little dramatic in the way that made everything around her feel alive but last night, she looked like a crazy version of herself that you didn’t recognize.

Fucking hell…

You didn’t want to think about her anymore, so you rubbed your face and headed to the kitchen for some water. That was when you saw a note with something written on it, folded neatly under your mug. You paused for a second, throat already tight before you even touched it. Jimin’s handwriting, clean and careful as you unfolded it.

“You used to make me coffee in this mug, oppa. I liked mornings better when they started here. I wonder if she knows how quiet you get when you’re scared or uncomfortable. Does she make you laugh the way i did? Or are you just pretending? Also, tell that bitch Wonyoung not to use this mug, oppa. - yours always, jiminie”

You stared at the note, hands almost shaking. You were now scared of Jimin, of the fact that she knew about Wonyoung. The questions about how and why didn’t even have to show up in your mind before your eyes dropped to the mug again. It felt like a ticking bomb. You then shoved it, fast, into the back of the cabinet like hiding it would erase memories of all the mornings you spent with Jimin.

Holding the note in your hand, you almost wanted to rip it apart but decided against it, instead folding it again and putting it into your pocket. Sitting back down on the couch, you let out a long exhale. The clock read 6:34. You didn’t tell Wonyoung what time you would be picking her up yet. Then-

[워녕이🐰]

good morning, oppa

did u sleep well?

or were u up all night stalking my ig like a loser again?

You could imagine her right now, probably sprawled on her bed with a face mask on, giggling while teasing you behind the phone screen. Damn, the things Wonyoung did to your heart… And for a second, you wanted to answer honestly.

no, i slept but not that well

my ex showed up drunk

she tried to seduce me

she cried and begged me to come back to her

she left a note

she somehow knew about you and called you a bitch

but i couldn’t stop thinking about you

You didn’t type it, opting to say it to her in person, like a man. Because you owed her that much. Because you knew you’d already fallen for her.

[You]

you haunted me in my sleep

so not that well

is 8am ok to you?

[워녕이🐰]

that’s finee~

also, haunted?? are u saying im a ghost?!

at least im a cute ghost, oppa

[You]

yep, wouldn’t mind being haunted by you for the rest of my life

it’d be an honor

[워녕이🐰]

ㅋㅋㅋ

woah… smooth

flirting aggressively before breakfast?

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips, heart thudding lightly.

[You]

maybe? you like it?

[워녕이🐰]

i’d say…

depends on what you’re planning to feed me, oppa

but yes…

probably

Your heart knocked gently against your ribs.

[워녕이🐰]

now go get ready to come get me, ghost victim

i’ll be outside at 7.59 looking breathtaking and ready to haunt u

boo!

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8:01 AM

Pulling up at her apartment, you parked along the curb. You quickly stepped out to wait for her at the passenger door, trying to calm yourself and fit in with the gentle summer morning scene. Then, Wonyoung walked out and it hit you all over again - that stupidly giddy, happy feeling in your chest as if something in your heart recognized her before your brain could even catch up.

Wonyoung had on a fitted black cardigan with white collar, paired with a plaid skirt that swayed just below her knees. Black lace tights and simple flat shoes completed her look for the day. She looked at you, lips pulling into a smile. All that for a simple breakfast “date”? Wait… was it really a date?

“You’re one minute late, oppa.” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ears as she approached. “And you’re staring.”

You opened the door for her, apologizing with a clumsy smile.

“I- I’m sorry. I need to stop to prepare for something…”

Wonyoung raised a brow and giggled, sliding gracefully into the seat.

“What? Mentally preparing to face my beauty?”

Both worried and scared, you can only smirk and shut the door.

“Something like that.”

Wonyoung was already adjusting her seatbelts and moving her eyes to you when you circled around and got in behind the wheel.

“Okay… You made me curious, oppa. What were you preparing for?”

You gripped the steering wheel before releasing it and exhaling.

“I… umm, I have to tell you something. I want to be truthful from the start.”

That softened her teasing expression. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the note to place it gently in the cup holder.

“She came over last night, drunk.” you confessed. “Jimin… uhh, my ex.”

Wonyoung didn’t say anything, expression stayed unchanged.

“She was… emotional. Said something I didn’t want to hear. Sh- she also… kissed me. I didn’t kiss her back. She then… go- umm, tried to seduce me. I had to let her stay since she wasn’t stable enough to go home. And this…” you swallowed, pointing to the note in the cup holder. “She left this behind.”

Still nothing, Wonyoung just stared at it. Her gaze moved to the windshield before getting back to you. You swore you could feel the heaviness of the silence in the car, as if one breath could undo everything in your chance with a relationship with Wonyoung.

“I’m… telling you this because I…like you, Wonyoung-ah.” you admitted quietly. “More than I expected … And I didn’t want to lie and risk my chance of being with you.”

Another moment of silence passed and you were almost certain Wonyoung was going to leave right then and there. However, she reached for the note and unfolded it, eyes following every sentence slowly with no twitch in her expression. Her jaw only tightened slightly when she reached the end, probably because of the “Also, tell that bitch Wonyoung not to use this mug, oppa.” line.

Finally, Wonyoung refolded the note carefully before looking at you dead in the eye. What was she about to say? Your breath hitched, waiting for her voice when suddenly, she leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.

Huh?

No hesitation with it, the warm kiss from Wonyoung left you stunned.

“Thanks for telling me, oppa. And also for not being an asshole.” she pulled back and gave you a gentle smile.

“Wha- I…?”

She then turned her eyes to the windshield, fingers playing lightly with the note in her lap.

“You know what scares me more than the crazy ex thing, oppa?”

“Umm… what?”

“Guys who hide stuff, guys who appear perfect but crack when things get real… I like that you told me. Even though it was… awkward. And even though it sucked, like really sucked.”

“Really?”

She nodded, lips pursed. “Of course. You don’t have to be perfect, oppa. I just want you to be real with me.”

And for the first time since waking up, the fear in you started to fade away. Wonyoung played with the note in her lap for a little more before placing it into her purse.

“And I don’t care what your crazy ex says.” she said, casually. “I’ll use that mug in your house if I come over, whenever I want~”

“If you come over…?”

She smiled, shooting you a suspicious look.

“Whenever I feel like it, I suppose.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the thought of it. “Okay then… guess I’ll have to stock up on coffee.”

“Don’t get cocky, oppa.” her eyes narrowed playfully. “We’re still a long way from me calling you my boyfriend.”

Still, you were very much relieved, the feeling swept through your body so fast you almost forgot how to breathe. Wonyoung then leaned forward, reaching out to the car screen, searching for songs to play. Her fingers danced over the screen without any hesitation like she already belonged here. Her tone was light when she spoke up without looking at you.

“But just so you know, oppa…” she said, tapping on a song. “This thing? You being honest with me… It didn’t ruin your chance with me.”

She paused when the intro of the song started to play in the background, voice dipping.

“If anything, I think it made me fall for you a little harder.”

This turned out… unexpectedly well, much more than you thought. Wonyoung finally turned, meeting your eyes with a small smile.

“But don’t get smug, oppa. We’re are still in the early stage.”

“Got it…” you smiled with a silent exhale. “No cocky, no smugness. Just grateful.”

“That’s right. Now drive. I want some something iced and sweet before I deal with Yena-unnie and Hyewon-unnie’s ideas.”

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The cafe wasn’t crowded, just enough of a buzz to feel alive in the morning. Sunlight spilled across the table by the windows where you sat. Not long after you both ordered, your drinks arrived. Wonyoung had her tall iced americano, you opted for black coffee with a touch of sugar and milk. Wonyoung eyed your drink as she stirred her straw through the ice.

“Ughh…”

“What?”

“That’s very architect of you, oppa.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know…? It just feels like you and your job.” she shrugged gently, sipping her drink.

“I’ll pretend that is a compliment then.”

Done tasting her drink, Wonyoung then asked casually.

“Do you like pistachio, oppa?”

“Mmm… depends? Why?”

“I like pistachio.” she affirmed, the corner of her lips twitching like she was expecting something.

“Then I definitely like it, a lot.”

“What about Dubai chocolate?” Her grin grew a little bigger.

“That? Wasn’t the Dubai choco trend like... so over? Since last year?”

Wonyoung gasped at your question, full pout forming now. “Yah… I like Dubai chocolate.”

“Okay, I take it back.” you laughed under your breath, raising your hands to fake surrender.

“Apology not accepted. Words are cheap, oppa.” The glare she threw at you had no damage.

“Mmm, Fine. Then I’ll buy some for you later.”

Her pout vanished instantly, replaced with a smug smile.

“Good. You’re learning.”

A few minutes later, the food arrived. Wonyoung’s choice was avocado toast, sprinkled with some greens and chili flakes. Yours, on the other hand, was just plain normal toast, stuffed with egg, cabbage, ham, cheese and just the right amount of ketchup and sugar. Wonyoung looked down at her toast, then at yours before looking back at hers again.

“Regretting your choices already?”

“It’s fine.” she sighed as she looked down at her food like it had personally betrayed her. “Just… a little cold. And a little too green.”

“Want a bite?”

“If you’re offering, oppa.” she perked up. You held out your toast for her to lean in and take a small bite, very princess like.

“Oh my!” Her voice muffled while covering her mouth with one hand. “This is so unfair...”

“Told you so. Should’ve trusted me when I told you this was better.”

Wonyoung wiped the corner of her mouth delicately with a napkin, still staring at your food like it owed her something. You didn’t say anything and pushed your plate toward her and pulled hers toward you without making a big deal out of it.

“Wait… seriously?”

“Trade.” you said and took a bite of her avocado toast. She blinked then carefully pulled your plate closer to her.

“I didn’t even ask, oppa…”

“You didn’t have to.”

Wonyoung could only watch as you quietly looked outside the window, munching on what used to be her breakfast. Finally understanding your intentions, she smiled before taking another bite of her new breakfast.

“This is so much better.” followed with a content sigh. “I’m not giving it back, oppa.”

“Didn’t ask you to.”

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The car ride was calm, windows were lowered just enough to let in a bit of the late morning breeze.

“I hope you know.” Wonyoung said, reclining her seat slightly. “Yena-unnie’s probably going to interrogate you the second we get there.”

“Interrogate me about what?”

“Me, obviously.” she smiled. “She thinks we suit each other and said I fall for you too fast, like immediately.”

“Did… you?” you were genuinely curious. Wonyoung didn’t answer right away, instead turning her head to watch the street blur past the window.

“Maybe…? But it didn’t feel fast. Just… mmm, easy.”

Something in your chest shifted at that, and you didn’t know how to respond to her.

“Does that scare you, oppa?” Wonyoung peeked over at you.

“No.” you answer truthfully. “Does it scare you?”

“A little, but maybe not enough to stop.” Her answer sat in the air for a moment before she playfully added. “So be nice to me, oppa. If you mess this up, I’ll tell Yena-unnie to kill you.”

“Noted. Fear the unnie then.”

A few minutes passed in peaceful silence and comfort.

“Oppa.” Wonyoung suddenly shifted in her seat, eyes on her phone. “Aside from Jimin, the crazy ex…”

“Hmm?”

“Was there anyone else?”

“…Yes, but only one. Back in high school.”

“What was she like?”

“Her name was Gaeul. Uhh… we dated for almost a year. She was sweet. First everything, I guess.”

“Did she break up with you?”

“We both did, I guess. It kind of just ended just before Suneung. We… mmm, talked after that but I enlisted and was away for two years, she also went to university. There wasn’t really a fight or anything.”

Wonyoung puckered her lips just a bit and continued scrolling lazily on her phone.

“So… it just faded?”

“I guess. But I think that’s how first love goes, sometimes.”

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Do you think I’m too late, oppa?”

“Too late for what?”

“For… all of this?”

“No.” You shook your head. “No, not at all.”

“I’ve never dated anyone before. So sometimes I feel like I’m behind.”

“I mean… you’re not behind, Wonyoung-ah.” you assured. “You just didn’t waste your time.”

Fingers stopped scrolling on the phone, Wonyoung looked out the window, voice almost like a whisper.

“I want this to matter, oppa.”

…

“I want us to matter too.”

A moment of silence took over the car for a little while before Wonyoung let out a small laugh, slightly self conscious.

“Why are we talking like we’re in a drama?”

You smiled at her comment as she looked at you, expression more serious now.

“What was Jimin like, oppa? Your ex.”

You kept your eyes on the road, the question landing gently on your ear.

“She was… confident. Smart and popular. We met back in uni. Bubbly personality, you know, the kind of person who always had something going on. She confessed to me first, somehow.”

Wonyoung nodded slowly, processing everything. “For how long were you two together…?”

“Two years.”

“Why did you two break up?” she asked, questions after questions.

You hesitated for a moment. “She said I was too busy. Too distracted with work. I was always at the office or zoning out about deadlines. She said she felt like she was dating someone who wasn’t always there.”

Wonyoung stayed silent, you swallowed once before confessing more, cheeks getting slightly redder.

“I… uh, was a bit desperate when she asked to break up. On the street, too.”

You heard her exhale a soft breath, something between a sigh and a laugh.

“Aigoo… Desperate how, oppa?” Wonyoung leaned closer with a curious smirk.

“I- kind of… begged her to stay. On my knees while crying.” your eyes flicked to the side mirror for a moment, slightly embarrassed. Wonyoung bursted into laughter, genuinely. Her hands flew up to cover her mouth.

“You? Crying on the street?” She said between laughs. “On your knees, oppa?”

“You don’t have to repeat it like that, you know.”

“I’m just trying to picture it, oppa!” she said, still laughing. “You act really composed around me.”

You jokingly glared at her. “Do you want me to dump you onto the street right now?”

Wonyoung gasped dramatically, hand still half over her mouth. “How dare you treat a woman like this?”

“I’m starting to consider it.”

Wonyoung giggled again, softer now as her laugh faded slowly. “But seriously, did Jimin act this crazy before?”

“No. That was a first, actually. I don’t even know how to feel about that.”

“Maybe you got that something, I don't know." Wonyoung hummed, maybe half joking, half thinking. "The things that make women go crazy over you.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Quiet charm? Nice to them? The whole ‘mentally tortured but dress well architect’ vibe? You approached me first and offered to pay for my coffee in Hong Kong, remember?”

You smiled at the memory. “I thought you looked like you needed saving.”

“Nope! I looked fabulous, oppa. You just wanted an excuse to talk to me.” Wonyoung scoffed playfully. “Still… I’m glad you did.”

You eased your grip on the wheel just a bit, one hand faking a thank you gesture to whatever higher beings there were that had set you up with her.

“Thank you, Hong Kong.”

Caught off guard by the action, Wonyoung turned her head slightly toward the window, hiding the smile that was pulling at her lips.

“Cheesy.” she mumbled, but you caught the pink on her cheeks. Not long after, you pull up outside the cafe where Yena and Hyewon were waiting. Yena spotted the two of you in the car instantly, practically bouncing on her foot. She opened the back door before you could fully stop.

“Finally, oppa!” she complained, sliding in. “What were you two doing? Did you guys make out?”

“Unnie.” Wonyoung warned, not even turning around.

Hyewon was calmer, getting in more gracefully while holding two iced drinks. “You’re lucky I kept her from calling you five times, oppa.” She took a sip before continuing. “She said the more time you had alone, the more likely you two’d be making out.”

“I’m being realistic.” Yena added with a shrug. “I’ve seen the tension between these two.”

“You’re embarrassing, unnie.” Wonyoung said.

“I’m observant, Wonyoung-ah.” Yena said before leaning forward and poking at your shoulder from the backseat. “And you… you have a very suspicious glow today, oppa.”

“C’mon, Yena-ah. We just talked. That’s all.”

“Talking is step one.” Hyewon said, still sipping her drink. Wonyoung turned up the volume just a bit. “Let’s focus on the studio, unnie. I want professional opinions today, not your commentary.”

“Fine~ But if you two ever end up together as a couple, I will be taking credit.”

You didn’t need to take a look at Wonyoung to know that she was smiling too. Fifteen minutes later, you pulled up to the potential studio location - a lively street in Yeonnam-dong, not far from your place and barely ten minutes from hers near Mangwon market. The ground floor unit sat nestled between a small bookstore and a hip clothing store. The vibe was perfect, not too complicated traffic, a few potted plants outside, quiet charm. Wonyoung unbuckled quickly, almost bouncing on her seat.

“There it is.” she said, stepping out and pointing at the glass front space.

The exterior was simple with wide windows that let in a lot of natural light, wood framing the front door and a small overhang that could be utilized as a hanging sign. Yena and Hyewon followed behind, already chatting.

“Oh my, this is so Yeonnam.” Yena gasped. “I’d buy flowers here just because of the vibe.”

“You buy flowers for yourself anyway.” Hyewon scoffed playfully.

Wonyoung walked ahead and tugged at your arm. “C’mon, oppa.”

You followed her as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. The air inside was still, decorated with dust and sunlight. It smelled like old wood. The floor was pale and slightly worn, the kind you’d see in cafes. White walls, tall front windows and a wooden counter on the left side. There was a small back room, which could later be used for prep or storage space. It was simple but you could see the potential in it.

“It’s nothing yet but we want you to see it through your eyes, oppa.” Hyewon said.

You walked around for about ten minutes, taking it all in slowly. The light hit first. Good exposure. You could already imagine how it would look in the early morning or late afternoon, really moody. You glanced around for the layout, a bit narrow but maybe manageable. The counter on the left was usable with some renovation. The backroom was good enough for storage or prep if organized well. Your eyes moved to the front, entrance area.

“What are you thinking, oppa?” Hyewon asked, confused.

“This area could hold a small coffee counter, if that’s still in you guys’ plan. Maybe minimal equipment… Expresso, maybe a pastry display if you guys like.”

Yena lit up. “Yes! We said that in Hong Kong. Like a mini barista set up.”

“And here… uh,” you walked to the front door, pointing. “This catches enough light in the morning. You could build an arch here, or a bench. Mmm… Somewhere for people to sit and take photos. Instragram trap?”

You took another step, squinting at the ceiling. “Some places probably need fixing but no big deal, I think.”

You kept talking for about another twenty minutes while moving through the space, pointing out things. Ideas about layout, where the work tables would be, answering their questions. At some point, they stopped chiming in. Wonyoung stood by the counter, watching you with something soft in her eyes. She could see the space differently too, but everybody else knew she was mainly just seeing you. Done explaining, you glanced at them and spoke up, hesitantly.

“If you guys want, I… can sketch something simple for you. Just a rough layout, you know, maybe help visualize everything.”

“Ooh, really? For free, oppa?” Yena gasped, visibly moved.

“For now, yes. I mean, if you guys like it and decide to move forward, we can talk to my studio and make it official.”

The offer took them by surprise.

“You’d do that!?” Hyewon asked again. You shrugged. “It’s a good space. I want to help. Plus, Yena’s been a good friend of mine for a long time. But… it might take a bit of time, I have the first stage of the architect license exam in August and a few other projects too.”

Hyewon nodded immediately. “Of course, of course. No pressure, oppa.”

“Still, we’re honored. Architect-oppa at our service.” Yena chimed in. You rolled your eyes, not noticing the way Wonyoung was smiling at you. “Yah, can you not stare at him like he’s the one for sale?” Yena caught it.

“I was listening, unnie.” she muttered instantly, straightening her posture.

“You’ve barely looked at the whole thing.” Hyewon smirked.

“Should I leave you three to discuss this in private?”

“No, stay, oppa. We’re having fun” Yena said.

“Also, if you’re pleased with the space, you guys should get in touch with the landlord. Go over all the paperwork process and all that.”

“Already contacted, oppa.” Hyewon smiled.

“Just make sure it’s legally set for mixed use, retail and coffee.”

“Ooh, got it.” Yena gave you a thumbs up and nudged Hyewon. “Note that down, team leader. See? No wonder Wonyoung’s falling for him.”

Wonyoung was sipping on Hyewon’s drink and nearly coughed.

“Urgh… I’m going to throw you into the storage room, unnie.” she whispered, wiping her mouth.

“Why are you two dressed like you’re on a date anyway?” Hyewon joined in. “What are you two hiding?”

Wonyoung looked down at herself then at you. “We are not.”

“You do match, like moody cafe, rich couple aesthetic.” Yena added with a grin.

You raised your eyebrows, glancing down at your outfit and then Wonyoung’s. She did look good, too good. It almost made you forget you were supposed to focus on your task for a second.

“It’s just a coincidence, unnie.” Wonyoung tugged at her skirt gracefully.

“Sure~” Hyewon said, deadpan.

“Should I have worn a suit?” you chimed in.

“See?! He’s playing along now! It’s happening!” Yena clapped. Wonyoung turned around, pretending to take a look at something but couldn’t hide the obvious satisfaction. The others started chatting again, voices trailing out the door as Yena insisted on checking out the clothing store next door for some “inspirations”. You hung back for a second, checking your phone for some work messages when Wonyoung stepped closer and nudged her shoulder against yours gently.

“You said you’re doing this because Yena-unnie is a good friend, oppa.” her tone quiet.

“I did. What’s wrong?” you glanced over.

“Is that the only reason?”

“No… One more deal for the studio… a bit more money for me if it works out.”

Wonyoung then huffed, her expression fell as she turned and walked toward the door without saying anything. You reached out and gently caught her hand to stop her.

“I’m kidding, Wonyoung-ah. You matter too, much more than you think.” you laughed under your breath. She turned back slowly and slapped your shoulder, not hard but definitely with intent.

“Yah! You really think that’s funny, oppa?”

“A little?” you laughed, rubbing at your shoulder for the effect.

“Don’t mess with me like that, oppa. I’m emotionally invested.” Still pretending to be mad, Wonyoung crossed her arms.

“So how long will it take you to do the sketch thing?”

“Uhh…” you did the thinking for a few seconds. “Realistically? I’ve got two projects I’m wrapping up, and I’m studying for the architect license exam, coming up in August.”

Her lips pressed into a small line. “So…?”

“Give me two weeks? Maybe I can squeeze in a rough layout between the chaos.”

“Okay. But no forgetting, no flaking, architect-nim.”

“Yes, boss.” you smiled. Wonyoung hummed, hesitating for a moment more before asking.

“Do you usually study at home, oppa?”

“Mostly, or sometimes in the office if it’s quiet.”

She glanced toward the windows. “I’m just wondering…”

“Mmm?”

“I thought maybe… you know,” she continued, not looking at you. “If I start working on the floral studio plan too, we could… maybe sit somewhere and work together?”

“Really?”

Wonyoung finally looked at you again, a little shy. “I mean… you have to study, and I need to start planning everything. Feels like we could… keep each other focused.”

“You sure you won’t get distracted staring at me again?”

She scoffed and smacked your shoulder again. “You’re delusional, oppa.”

“Alright.” You tried not to smile too much. “I’d love to spend more time with you. Cafe or library?”

“Whichever has plugs and decent lighting. .” she replied, already sounding like she was imagining the whole vibe and planning to make you her personal photographer.

“Text me when. I’ll be at your door thirty minutes early to pick you up.”

“Perfect.” the corner of her eyes crinkled into a smile.

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When your exam day finally arrived, the past weeks before it felt like a quiet zoom but still very memorable. You had spent long hours buried in notes, going over regulations and laws on cafe and library tables scattered with coffee cups. Wonyoung had been there with you, almost every study session, with her MacBook open, working on her floral ideas while you drowned in a sea of architectural knowledge. She wasn’t a distraction. If anything, she anchored you. In between that, you managed to sketch a rough concept for the studio - the results of hours staying up late at night and her occasional commentary from over your shoulder - and luckily, the girls really loved it.

—

One afternoon at the library, you were deep into reviewing your materials when Wonyoung nudged your arm with her phone.

“Oppa, which one do you like better?” she whispered, tilting the screen toward you. You lifted your head up and looked at the photos on her phone - one was a dress with lace details, the other a flowy skirt.

“…For what?”

“For me, obviously.” she rolled her eyes. “Future floral studio owner. I must look good on our Instagram.”

“We’re in a library, Wonyoung-ah.”

“I’m being quiet.” she leaned her head slightly against your shoulder, lips slightly pouting. You sighed, as if you weren't enjoying this at all.

“The skirt.”

Wonyoung perked up. “Really?”

“You’ll move easier in it when you’re doing your flower stuff. And… ahem, you will look good in it.”

She smiled, satisfied with your answer and moved her phone back to her side, still resting her head on your shoulder like she always belonged there. You tried to focus on studying but her head felt so nice against your shoulder.

“You’re distracting, Jang Wonyoung.”

“I’m helping with aesthetic decisions, oppa.” she whispered back.

—

It was raining that day, right outside of the quiet cafe you two had claimed the corner table for the second time that week. Your notes were spread out in neat columns, her MacBook open beside you with a half eaten croissant on her plate. Wonyoung sat cross legged in her chair.

“Oppa.” she whispered, nudging her drink closer to you. “Try this, it tastes like money.”

You shot her a skeptical look but took a sip anyway. It was weird, but in a good way.

“Told you.” She grinned and turned her laptop toward you. “Now… Do you think we should do open shelves or floating shelves for the studio wall?”

“I’m studying, Wonyoung-ah.”

“And I’m building a dream. Same vibe.” she replied, you couldn’t help but smile at her answer and adjusted her laptop to get a clearer look.

“Floating. Looks cleaner. Less clutter.”

She smiled to herself and went back to her screen. After a few minutes, she tugged your sleeves without looking.

“You’re tense, oppa.”

“I’m fine.”

“Liar.” she muttered, leaning her head on your shoulder. “I’ll stay like this so you don’t explode.”

You didn’t reply, didn’t even bother asking her to move either.

—

One quiet, golden afternoon, the cafe had been strangely quite empty. The rain had stopped for over thirty minutes but it still smelled like wet pavements. You were sketching again while Wonyoung sat across from you, focusing on her work. Somewhere between her coffee sips and rearranging color ideas, she dozed off.

Her head rested on her folded arms on the table, cheeks soft and round, flushed from the natural light. So damn adorable, lips parted in the softest way possible. You watched her for a few seconds before pulling out your phone quietly. Not for Instagram, not to tease her later, but because something about the moment made your chest ache. She looked gorgeous, peaceful. You didn’t tell her, but you set it as your lock screen that night.

Wonyoung found out a few days later while you were in the cafe bathroom. When you came back, she was holding your phone, staring at it like it had just confessed something out loud. Just as you sat back down, she just placed it quietly in front of you with the screen still on.

“You should’ve taken it from a better angle, oppa.” she pouted, nudging your arm shyly.

“I like that one, you know. Your cheeks look so pinchable.” you smiled.

—

Sometime near the end of July, a hot afternoon at a cafe with good AC and soft music, you were deep in your iPad, working on their floral studio. Wonyoung was beside you, close enough that your arms brushed every few minutes. At first, she tried to be patient.

“Oppa.” she nudged your elbow. “Are you even listening?”

“Mmm.” you hummed, still sketching.

“I’m wearing something super cute today.”

You glanced at her. She did. But your hand kept moving. So Wonyoung huffed, leaned her chin on your shoulder dramatically.

“You’re ignoring me for the studio?! That’s so unfair.”

You chuckled but didn’t stop. Eventually, Wonyoung gave up, kind of. Her head was still on your shoulder, and her fingers found your watch strap, twisting it back and forth, left to right as you worked.

“What’s that part again, oppa?” she murmured after a while, pointing to the area near the front entrance.

“Windows seating. Morning light is good there.” She nodded against your arm, pleased. And just like that, the two of you stayed in that position and quietly folded into the rhythm of the day. Between that sketch and her soft questions, you both realized how comfortable you two had become - close, cozy with no need to confess things out loud. Then, a soft camera shutter clicked. You slightly jerked in your seat while Wonyoung lifted her head to see Hyewon stood across the table, holding up her phone.

“I knew it. You two.” she smirked. You both had asked her to come give her opinions on your sketch that day, maybe she had walked in a few minutes ago without you noticing.

“Unnie… I-” Wonyoung sat up, cheeks flushed.

Hyewon showed her the photo, both of you lost in your own little bubbles in it.

“Should I send this to Yena?” Hyewon threatened.

“Don’t you dare, unnie!”

“Sorry. We got… uh, caught up.” You rubbed your forehead, trying not to smile. Hyewon slid into the seat across from you, sipping her drink before speaking.

“It’s okay, oppa. I already got my answer.”

—

A few days before the exam, you were together at the library, again. You hadn’t said much since you sat down. Just quiet sighs, pen tap and the occasional deep breath. Wonyoung didn’t push. She worked quietly beside you for a while, flipping through her notebooks over and over again just to stay occupied. After a long stretch of silence, she set her pen down and looked at you.

“Oppa, relax a bit. You’re smart, you’ll be fine.” she said softly.

“There are still two stages after this one.” you didn’t look up.

“I know. But you’ve already made it this far.”

You stayed quiet. Without a word, she leaned over and pressed a long, steady kiss to your cheek. You froze at the surprise “gift”, stunned as her soft lips lingered longer than expected. When she pulled back, Wonyoung snuggled close beside you, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Maybe you need that, oppa.” her voice low. “And also…”

She tapped the spot she had just kissed you on.

“You’re going to rest now, ten minutes. Not an advice, it’s an order. From me.”

You glanced at her, still partly recovering from the kiss. For the first time that day, your breath finally eased.

“Rest, oppa. You deserve it.” Wonyoung reached over and closed your notebook.

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You didn’t remember falling asleep.

One minute you were kicking off your shoes and crashing down face first into the couch after the exam. Your brain was fried after all the questions about architectural planning, building structures, environmental control, construction, blah blah… Why can’t buildings stay steady on their own?

The next thing you knew, sunlight was shining through the windows and your neck was aching from sleeping in the worst position possible. Your phone vibrated with a motion alert from the front door camera.

Uhh...? Who's that?

You picked it up while still very much asleep, trying to see who it was.

Wonyoung?

There she was, standing outside your door in an oversized black hoodie, sleeves swallowing her hands as she clutched two grocery bags. Her makeup was light, pretty, but her expression? A wink, head tilting with that infuriating, adorable confidence. Wonyoung leaned toward the camera and struck a pose, lips puckered while still holding that expression.

“Stop drooling, Haejoon-ssi. Open the door for me, please.”

You stared at your phone for a second longer before running head first to the door, one hand fumbling to open the door, the other still stuck in your tangled hair. When it opened, Wonyoung breezed past you like she owned the place.

“I brought ingredients to cook for you, oppa.” she declared. “You looked like you needed help to eat like an actual human being.”

You blinked again, making sure this wasn’t a dream. “Wonyoung-ah… you know where I live?”

She shot you a look over her shoulder. “You told me, dummy. That night you wouldn’t shut up about restrictions in architecture at the cafe.”

Ahhh… that.

You closed the door behind and followed her inside, still somehow convinced you were in cuckooland from the post exam PTSD. Wonyoung walked straight to the kitchen area, setting the groceries bags on the counter with a cute little sigh. She looked around, taking in the place.

“Very you, oppa.” she said. “Minimal, organized… definitely architecty.”

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You broke into my house just to roast my lifestyle?”

She ignored you and started unpacking vegetables like it was her own space. Then she turned to you, pout forming.

“Also… excuse me! Why didn’t you reply to any of my texts yesterday? Rude!”

“Uh… I was dying, mentally and physically.”

“That’s not an excuse.” she huffed, placing the ingredients a little more aggressively than necessary.

“I was waiting for a ‘hey, i’m still alive thanks to you in my life, jang wonyoung’ text, oppa.”

“I’m sorry…” you smiled lazily. “I fell asleep, Wonyoung-ah.”

“Clearly.” She made a face. “Did you sleep in that?”

You looked down at yourself. Yesterday’s dress shirt, untucked, suit pants unwrinkled.

“You look like roadkill, oppa.”

“Not that bad if y-”

“Shower. Now. You look gross. I’ll cook for you.”

“You sure?”

She was already tying up her hair, sleeves pushed back. “Yes. I bought ingredients for some braised chicken, good brain food. Now go shower.”

Wonyoung shot one glare and all the hesitation in you disappeared, immediately doing as you were told. As the water ran in the background, the smell of soy sauce, garlic and oil began to fill your living space. It was the first time in weeks your body started to heal and relax. And you hadn’t even eaten yet.

You stepped out of the bathroom in a clean t-shirt and comfortable shorts, towel still draped over your shoulder. Wonyoung was still in the kitchen, stirring the braised chicken with focus, lips pursed slightly as she adjusted the heat. You watched her for a moment before walking slowly to her side. Wonyoung looked... soft, that girlfriend material vibe that made your heart tingle in the best way possible.

“I could get used to this.” you said, leaning against the counter.

“To what, oppa?” she didn’t look up.

“To having the wonderful Jang Wonyoung cooking for me every morning.”

She gave you a slow slide glance, maybe unimpressed but slightly amused, lips twitching into a smile.

“Don’t get too cocky, oppa. It’s a one time post-exam special.”

“Mmm, I know.” you smiled. “I still have two more exams left if I pass.”

“Exactly. So don’t get used to it too fast.”

“But just so you know… this is very comforting.” you chuckled.

As the braised chicken simmered on low heat and some side dishes rested on the side, Wonyoung stepped aside, wiping her hands on a towel.

“Is it okay if I look around a bit while we wait?” Her eyes drifted around. “I’ve never been in a real architect’s natural habitat.”

“Feel free. Just don’t judge me.”

Wonyoung flashed you a grin and wandered off like it was also her apartment. First stop, living room.

“Do architects always stack books by color?” she called out. You just rolled your eyes from the kitchen. She then played with a few items before wandering to her next stop, the bathroom.

“Very clean. Suspiciously clean. Did you clean while you were showering to impress me, oppa?”

“Guess.”

Wonyoung didn’t answer and just hummed, opened your small cabinet and started testing your cologne collections.

“Okay… this one smells expensive.”she smiled while nodding. “Jang Wonyoung approves. No wonder you always smell like you just stepped out of an expensive store, oppa.”

Then came the sound of your workroom door opening. She gasped for a short moment before speaking up.

“...Wahh.”

You followed her to your work room. Wonyoung walked past the drafting table, brushing her fingers along the edge of one of your in-progress sketches. On the nearby shelf were prototypes of a few small buildings - a wood model of a hanok-modern hybrid you’d worked on when you first joined the studio, a museum project from university days…

“This is like… an architect's heaven.” she whispered, crouching to examine them. “Are these… Legos?” her eyes landed on your Lego collection.

You leaned in the doorway. “They’re… uh, part of a conceptual build set. Yes, definitely… that.”

“And these?” She turned to another shelf, not without giggling. Her fingers went through a row where little superhero figures stood, lined up like a mini army - Iron Man, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, another Spider-Man, some video game characters and strangely, Gru with his three little minions.

“Inspirations? Mmm… I don’t know, they help me feel relaxed, I guess.”

“You’re thirty and you still collect these, oppa.” she teased you with a soft laugh.

“Yah.” you scoffed, stepping inside. “Says the girl who almost cried when she didn’t get her favorite character from the Crayon Shin-chan gacha box.”

“That was one time and it was limited edition, oppa!” she gasped, playing offended before her eyes landed on something else - a small figure of Shin-chan, perched on top of your monitor. Wonyoung’s bubbly eyes lit up like she just found buried treasure.

“Oh my! I’m stealing this!” she declared, quickly snatching it up.

“Wonyoung-ah! Yah!”

Too late, she already sprinted out of the room, ran around the living room and into your bedroom. You chased her, all while laughing and slowing your pace a little. Wonyoung could only make it to the bed as you caught her around the waist, easily lifting her off the ground as she squealed.

“You’re such a thief, Jang Wonyoung.” you muttered, slightly breathless.

“I’m doing you a favo- Ahh! Oppa!”

Before she could finish her sentence, you tossed her gently onto the mattress. She bounced once and landed sprawled out, giggling uncontrollably while still clutching Shin-chan to her chest. You stood over her, pretending to be mad.

“That’s mine, you thief!”

“No! He likes me better now!”

You rolled your eyes and flopped down beside her, both of you still laughing. It felt like you two were really together, at home. Wonyoung was still giggling too hard. After a minute, she rolled over and buried her face into your pillow, letting out a content sigh.

“Ugh… this bed should be mine too. It feels so comfortable!”

“You’re making yourself way too at home.”

“That’s because it already feels like home.” Wonyoung threw it out casually, voice muffled by your sheets. You said nothing, but your heart might’ve skipped a beat. Wonyoung rolled onto her back, arms stretched out then sat up before turning her attention to your room again. She stood, looking around curiously, fingers trailing along your bookshelf. Then she noticed your TV mounted across from the bed.

“You have a TV in here, oppa?” she gasped. “Wait. You can just lie in bed and watch movies in full comfort?! Your life is suspiciously perfect.”

“Perks of being an architect and working too much.”

She wandered to your closet, pulling open the sliding doors like she was shopping.

“Why do you have better jackets than me, oppa?”

“You’re exaggerating now. There’s nothing there.”

Wonyoung smiled and flipped through a few hangers, then pulled out a brown jacket with clean lines and a soft collar. After scanning it up and down, she hugged it tighter to her chest, lower lips pushing out in a tiny pout.

“Can I have this one?”

You sat up slowly, one eyebrow raised. “That’s one of my favorites.”

“Exactly.” she said, clutching it dramatically along with Shin-chan in her hand. “Which means it smells the most like you. And it’s soft, I need it.”

“You already stole my Shin-chan.”

“I didn’t steal it, oppa! He came to me willingly.”

You laughed lightly, standing to walk toward her. Wonyoung then tilted her head and widened her eyes, blinking up at you with fake innocence that should’ve been illegal.

“I’ll look cute in it~ Heartbreakingly cute~”

You stared at her, trying to look intimidating. “Not convincing enough.”

She clasped her hands in front of her chest, still holding the jacket then swayed side to side.

“If I wear this out, people will know I belong to someone. Isn’t that what you want, oppa?”

Shit… yup, that will do.

“...Fine.” you muttered, already regretting how easy you were. Wonyoung immediately squealed and put the jacket on, swimming a little in the oversized sleeves but absolutely glowing in it. Shin-chan was now also warm in the jacket’s pocket.

“I knew it.” she smiled, spinning in place. “You’re weak for me.”

“I feel like you knew that the first day we met in Hong Kong.”

As if nothing had just happened, she headed back toward the kitchen with a confident smile, oversized sleeves bouncing, Shin-chan tucked in one pocket like a little sidekick. You followed, still trying to decide if you were proud or entirely defeated.

Ten minutes later, you both sat down. The table looked nicer, much more than you could ever do.

You then took a bite. “Mmm. This is good.”

“Are you being honest or are you just bluffing, oppa?” Her voice skeptical.

“I’m not kidding. I mean it, like very girlfriend material food.”

Slightly surprised with your compliment, Wonyoung looked down at her bowl. So did you, the words came out faster than you could think. The silence that followed was somehow louder than it needed to be.

“Sorry… I meant that in the nicest, or the most complimentary way possible.”

“I know, oppa.” she replied quickly, barely audible. A few seconds passed and you finally looked up at Wonyoung, she was chewing a little slower now, cheeks a little pink. The sleeves of your jacket were covering almost half her hands.

“You… mmm, might wanna pull up the sleeves. Better to… eat.”

“Ah, right.” she whispered, following your advice. Then she just quietly pushed her spoon into the rice like it was her emotional support food.

“You’re not bad at this, oppa.”

“Hmm?”

“At making girls want to come over again.”

And she countered your attack just like that.

You both finished eating slowly. When the table was cleared and dishes were clean, neither of you said anything but you both drifted back to the living room. The kitchen and living room space blended together so it wasn’t a big move. She dropped onto the couch first, tucking her legs under her, still swimming in your jacket.

You took a seat beside her. Wonyoung leaned into your side absentmindedly, it was a routine between the two of you now. You didn’t question it and just pressed play on the first thing she chose. She sighed happily as the intro played.

“It’s been a while since I watched this.”

You smiled. “Don’t wanna try something new?”

She shrugged, leaning into you closer. “Mmm, sometimes the old ones hit better.”

Thirty minutes went by, her voice came out.

“Are you free for the rest of the day, oppa?”

“Aside from a few projects… I think so. Why?”

“I was thinking…” she shifted a little, uncertainty in her voice.

“You were thinking…?”

“We could go out. Shopping, movies, snacks… Everything. I’ve been wanting to hang out more with you. We haven’t been out since that dinner after we were back from Hong Kong.”

“What about those coffee and library study sessions?”

“Those were study sessions, oppa!” she scoffed, hitting your arm lightly. You pretended to wince. “Still counts. You were with me!”

“Not the same.” she explained. “I mean real hangouts. Just us.”

You smiled but not fast enough. Wonyoung suddenly pushed herself off the couch, arms crossed, cheeks puffed slightly in the cutest way possible. The cute woman was offended.

“You know what? If you don’t want to spend time with me, then fine. I’m going.” she said, turning toward the doorway. But before she could take a full step, you were already behind her and slipped your arms around her waist, pulling her back gently. Her feet lifted a bit from the floor. Her body softened instantly in your hold but still not giving in yet.

“I’m just playing, Wonyoung-ah.” your chin near her shoulder. “I do want to spend time with you. A lot, actually.”

Wonyoung stayed still before letting out the tiniest huff.

“You’re so slow sometimes, oppa.” she mumbled. You rested your forehead lightly against her hair.

“I’m kidding.”

“...So you’ll take me out?” She then leaned back a little into you.

“Anywhere you want.”

“Okay. You can let me down now, oppa. You’re squeezing me like a koala.”

Nope, instead you turned her around gently and settled the both of you back toward the couch, still holding her, not letting the moment slip away. You sank into the couch with Wonyoung by your side. Her head now moved to rest on your shoulder, hair brushing lightly against your jaw. Your arm was behind the couch, dipped to wrap around her shoulder and pulled her in just enough. Her arms circled loosely around your waist, fingers playing with the fabric of your t-shirt. For the rest of the movie, you were aware of the warmth of her pressed against yours, the gentle weight of her leaning into you.

“Do you want a blanket?”

Wonyoung didn’t even turn to you. Her eyes were open, focused on the movie but slightly sleepy now.

“Mmm.” You reached over with your free arm, dragged the blanket from the other side of the couch and carefully draped it over the two of you. She shifted a little, snuggling in under the warmth, arms tightening around your waist.

“Better?”

“Much better.” she nodded, voice soft against your shoulder. The movie played on, and the world stayed warm and quiet underneath the blanket. When the credits finally rolled, she didn’t move. You looked at the clock, 11:34 AM.

“Just one more.” she mumbled, eyes still half lidded. You were about to object when you turned to her. Wonyoung looked too cozy, way too soft.

…

“Okay.” you murmured. “You pick then.” She took the remote from you, scrolling through the options slowly before landing on something. A comedy. You let it play. Somewhere in the first half of the movie, hers and your breathing evened out.

When you opened your eyes again, the movie had already ended. It was 2:39 PM now. Beside you, Wonyoung was curled against you in the blanket, lips slightly parted, face partly covered by her hair. Your arm had already gone numb when you tried to lean in a little.

“Wonyoung-ah.”

She hummed but didn’t fully wake up. You tried again, brushing her hair behind her ear, voice gentle. You’d pay to wake up by her side like this everyday.

“Yah… Wake up. Time to go out.”

This time, her eyes fluttered open slowly.

“It’s 2:39 already. You wanted to go out and everything, remember?”

Wonyoung groaned lightly and finally sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“Uhh… ten more minutes, oppa.” she mumbled, tugging the blanket and fell to the other side of the couch.

“You said one more movie. You tricked me.” you said, tapping lightly on her butt.

“You were warm, oppa. And soft.”

You smiled and stood up, stretching your arms with a quiet yawn. “Go get ready, little thief. I'll change.”

Wonyoung finally peeled herself from the couch, mumbling something as she padded toward the bathroom, still wrapped in the blanket like a sleepy ghost in your jacket.

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The sun was high by the time you stepped out of the car, late afternoon warmth wrapping around the both of you like a soft reminder that it was still summer. The drive to Seongsu-dong had been quiet, filled with comfort and Wonyoung softly humming to her music, hands playing with her phone.

You parked along a street full of trendy shops and cafes, a few couples passing by, iced drinks in their hand to help cool down the heat in the summer. Wonyoung slowed down outside a beauty store with big windows and soft beige curtains.

“Ooh, wait! I want to check out their stuff. Some of mine are almost running out.”

Without a word, you stepped in after her and casually grabbed a small shopping basket near the entrance.

“You’re holding my basket now, oppa?”

“I want to.” you shrugged.

“Good~ I like an obedient guy.” she smiled before drifting from display to display like she was in her element. You smirked and followed her deeper into the store, letting her fill the basket with whatever she wanted. Wonyoung then stopped at a display near the center.

“These are new. I saw this on Instagram.” she murmured, picking up a slim lipstick tube and twisting it open. She tested a few shades on the back of her hand, holding them up to examine. You stood there, enjoying her presence with amusement. She looked up.

“Which one, oppa?” she asked, holding up two shades, soft pink nude and the other slightly redder. You squinted, pretending to think hard.

“Left one.”

“You said it too fast.”

“I know what looks good on you.”

“You’re lucky you have taste, oppa.”

Wonyoung tossed both into the basket anyway, this girl was really something different. She then added a hand cream and some powder.

“Done.” she announced a few minutes later. “I’m paying, oppa.”

You didn’t argue and just followed her to the register, still carrying the basket like it was your job. Wonyoung reached for purse confidently but you managed to step in front of her and tap your card on the reader first.

Ding

“Yah-” she blinked. “I said I was paying, oppa.”

“You did.” you smiled, holding the bag on one hand and the other wrapping her hand, walking out of the store. “And I still paid.”

“That’s not how this works.”

“Too late. I like watching you shop.”

Still holding her hand, you walked down the street until a small dessert shop caught your eyes. Fancy, decorated like an authentic, rich European one, with gold accents and a glass counter full of pretty, over the top desserts.

“Wait, look!” you glanced at the display. “They have Dubai chocolate, Wonyoung-ah.”

She gasped.

“I remember.” you smiled, expressions smug. “Impressive, right?”

Wonyoung laughed lightly as you both stepped in. The place smelled like warm espresso, soft jazz floating through the air. Behind the counter stood a cheerful looking auntie who was rearranging tiny chocolate truffles. She looked up as you walked in, eyes twinkling.

“Aigoo, such a beautiful couple. Newlyweds?”

You opened your mouth, a smile forming. “Uhh, we’re ju-”

“Yes, imo.” Wonyoung interrupted brightly. “We actually just got married.”

What?

The auntie beamed, clasping her hands. “Oh my, congratulations, you two! How long has it been?”

“Almost four weeks now.” she replied with a perfectly innocent smile. “And… we just found out we’re expecting!”

The fuck?

You tried your best to stay calm as Wonyoung looped her arm through yours, leaning slightly against your side like it was true. What tricks did she have in her sleeves now?

“Three weeks now, imo.” she patted her flat stomach proudly.

“Oh my! No wonder you’re glowing, sweetheart.” The auntie’s voice raised in pure joy. “And you. You look so proud! You’re going to be a great dad.”

“Ah, yes… I hope so. I’ll ta- take care of the baby like how I take care of my wife.”

Wonyoung let out the softest, most dramatic sigh and rested her head on your shoulder.

“He does everything at home, imo. Cooking, cleaning, even giving me foot massages. He doesn’t even let me do household chores.” You glanced down at Wonyoung, and it seemed like she wasn’t done at all. “Like last week I cried because I dropped a spoon. He bought me cake, three different kinds of tea and held me for two hours straight.”

The auntie gasped. “Aigoo… so sweet~ It’s rare to see such love nowadays. He’s a treasure.”

“I know, imo.” Wonyoung nodded. “I just cry looking at him sometimes.”

You snorted. “That is true.” And Wonyoung pinched your side discreetly.

“Oh you two, what brings you here today?” the auntie asked warmly.

“I told him I was craving something sweet and he took me here for Dubai chocolate.” Wonyoung replied, drawing out her words like it was truly a pregnancy thing. “It’s the baby's fault.”

“Of course.” the auntie was already boxing up the chocolates, not forgetting to give the both of you advice on how to take care of Wonyoung during her ‘pregnancy’, saying the baby must really be fancy. When the total came up, she waved her hand quickly.

“Aigoo… you know what? I’ll give you a discount. First child, happy family. This is a lucky day. Here, for the baby. And for mommy’s cravings.” she added extra truffles into a smaller pouch.

“Thank you, auntie~ You’re so kind.” Wonyoung bowed politely, squeezing your arm tighter as you paid. When the auntie handed over the bag, she leaned closer and whispered to Wonyoung.

“Don’t let him go, okay? Men like this don’t come around twice.”

“I won’t, auntie.” she whispered back with a wink. “He’s stuck with me forever.”

“Come back when the baby is born. I’ll treat you two, okay?”

“Yes, auntie. Thank you so much for the discount today!”

You opened the door for her and the bell jingled as you both stepped outside. The world felt a little too bright after Wonyoung’s mischief.

“We’re definitely going to hell.” you said, staring down at the dessert bag in your hand. Wonyoung didn’t pause, taking a bite of one of the truffles and humming contently.

“Then I guess we’re Bonnie and Clyde, oppa.”

You turned to her, amused and dazed. She licked a bit of chocolate off her thumb and grinned. “But… no serious crime, like killing, or robbing people on the streets. Just cute lies and good outfits.”

You laughed. “The auntie is going to tell the neighbourhood about us.”

“Let her. I feel bad too but we don’t do this everyday, oppa.” she said, brushing a crumb from her jacket, no, your jacket. She looked too good beside you. Sunlight beaming on her cheeks, that gleam in her eye that spelled trouble and the little smug smile on her face.

This girl…

That was when it hit you, not like a lighting strike, but like something that had been growing since that day in Hong Kong.

You were really in love with Jang Wonyoung.

You looked at her smile, the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, walking next to you. And the decision came to you just like that, tonight. You were going to confess and ask her to be your girlfriend, because you couldn’t survive another day pretending like you didn’t want that.

The two of you eventually wandered into a niche toy store. The second you walked in, your face lit up like a kid seeing snow for the first time. Rows of figures. Mechanic toys. Lego architecture sets stacked everywhere. And near the back, a dedicated corner dedicated to Japanese toys, with Crayon Shin-chan. Wonyoung looked around the store, then back at you.

“You look like you’re about to cry, oppa.”

“Maybe I really am.” you walked slowly past the shelves with Wonyoung following behind, teasing but genuinely curious.

“I thought I was the one obsessed with cute things. You didn’t tell me you were deep in this, architect.”

“There are things you don’t reveal you’re ready to commit, you know?

She laughed softly. “Is this your version of a ring, Han Haejoon? Because, honestly… fair.”

Wonyoung then drifted toward a Shin-chan plush the size of a watermelon and gasped.

“Oh my… I’m stealing this.”

“He’s huge.”

“He understands me, oppa.” she said, hugging it tighter. “He’s chaotic, dramatic, sometimes naked from the waist down… it’s perfect.”

You let out a small laugh and reached for it gently, pulling it from her arms.

“I’ll pay. Consider it a thank you gift. For not abandoning me after I pass out post exam.”

Those boba eyes stared at you, part playful, part skeptical. “You sure you’re not buying it so I’ll fall for you even harder?”

You met her gaze. “Is it a problem if I say yes?” Wonyoung didn’t answer, instead just smiling and looking away with a hint of blush on her cheeks. You were already walking toward the next aisle when your pace slowed, something caught your eye.

A Botanical Garden lego set, one of those collector’s editions. Elegant box design, nice colors and tones. Architectural, detailed and intentional. You stopped in front of it, staring quietly. Wonyoung noticed and came to you instantly.

“Looks complicated, oppa.” she commented, peeking over your shoulder.

“It is… but in a good way.”

You dropped the chocolate bag and her makeup bag lightly on the floor, reaching forward to grab the box. It would take time and patience, not a quick one, two hour build. You then ran your thumb along the edge before glancing sideways at her. Wonyoung looked back at you, eyes curious.

“Wonyoung-ah.”

“Mmm?”

You hesitated.

“Do you… want to stay a little late tonight?” you lifted the box slightly. “Help me build… uh, this.”

Her lips curved but didn’t tease you or cue any jokes. She just stared at the box for a moment longer, something was flickering in her eyes, nodding.

“Sure, why not? I’d love to.” her voice soft and certain.

There it is, my chance.

You and Wonyoung were heading out of the store, her arms full - Shin-chan plush hugged to her chest, the chocolate bag tucked beneath it - while you carried the Lego set and the shopping bag filled with her makeup. You were debating on where to grab a drink when someone called your name.

“Oh!?… Haejoon?”

That voice! Is it…?

You turned to see a woman across the street, that familiar softness on her face. You knew it. Her posture was relaxed, holding an iced drink in one hand and what seemed to be a little girl’s backpack in the other.

“Gaeul!?”

She smiled at you and crossed the street.

“Wah... I knew it was you. Still recognizable.”

“Good or bad?” you laughed.

“Good, of course!” she smiled, turning to Wonyoung, bowing lightly. “Hi~ Are you his wife?”

“Ah- M- me? " Wonyoung froze a little before blinking quickly, bowing back." No… not yet. Hi, unnie.”

You coughed at that ‘yet’ part. Gaeul raised her eyebrows too, amused.

“Ah, sorry. You two look like a married couple, really atural together.”

Before either of you could reply, a little girl came running to Gaeul’s side, long hair, sneakers slightly scuffed, with a very serious expression on her face.

“Mommy, they don’t have a strawberry one.” she said, clinging on Gaeul’s hand.

“Then let’s pick something else, Hyunseo-yah.” Gaeul smiled, brushing the little girl’s bangs. She then looked up to explain. “We call her Leeseo at home. Her dad started it and it just kind of stuck.”

“She’s so cute…” Wonyoung mumbled, visibly melting at the little girl who shyly peeked up at her behind Gaeul.

“I’m married, four years now.” Gaeul said, holding up her hand to show her wedding ring. “Leeseo’s six already.”

“That’s amazing.” you smiled.

“I honestly thought you two were shopping for your kid” Gaeul grinned at the things in your hands. Wonyoung’s cheeks flushed pink.

“I was just about to stop for coffee before going to my mom’s.” Gaeul said. “Wanna join? It’d be nice to catch up. It’s been… over ten years, right?”

You hesitated, glancing at Wonyoung but she nodded quickly.

“We’d love to, unnie.”

“Are you really okay with this?”

She nodded again. “It’s fine. I wanna know more about high school Haejoon.”

“Nothing cool, Wonyoung-ah.”

But Wonyoung only laughed and Gaeul chuckled as she reached for Leeseo’s hand. As the four of you walked toward the cafe down the street where you parked your car, you couldn’t help but steal glances sideways at Wonyoung.

Yes, tonight is the night.

The cafe was small and you all settled into a table near the back - Gaeul and Leeseo on one side, you and Wonyoung across from them. You helped slide Wonyoung’s bags under the table while she let Leeseo borrowed the Shin-chan plush.

“So… are you an architect now?” Gaeul asked.

“I am, working for a private studio in Mapo. Not big but we’re gaining attention quickly.”

“That’s amazing! You always liked building things. I remember you drawing blueprints on the back of test papers all the time.”

“I guess…” you smiled. “Some things just stick.”

“And you?” Gaeul laughed, turning to Wonyoung, eyes kind. “You look like you also do something creative, right?”

“Ah, yes. I’m working on opening a floral studio with my friends in Yeonnam-dong, unnie. We’re still in the early stages but Haejoon-oppa’s helping us with the space.”

“Of course, he is.” Gaeul smiled. “He’s reliable like that.”

You didn’t say anything. Your attention turned to Leeseo, scooping some of the strawberry ice cream while she was playing with the plush. She pouted across the table until you held the spoon out to her.

“Here comes your ice cream.” you sang.

Leeseo giggled and leaned forward for the bite. Wonyoung watched the moment quietly, her lips curved into a soft smile. “Hmm~ you’re good with kids, oppa.”

“Not really. Leeseo’s just nice.”

“She’s picky. You’re doing well.” Gaeul corrected. Wonyoung then turned to her.

“What was Haejoon-oppa like in high school, unnie?”

“Umm… he was smart, nice. Too nice sometimes. He once ran thirty minutes only to get me my favorite snacks.

“You were always the romantic one, oppa.” Wonyoung nudged your shoulder. You gave her a shy look back but she just laughed before turning back to Gaeul with a warm smile. “But I get it, unnie. If I were you I’d let him run too. You don’t look a day over twenty.”

Gaeul burst out laughing, partly shy.

“Yah, you’re dangerous.”

“She really is.” you muttered.

—

On the drive back home, the streets had quieted down. Wonyoung sat beside you with her legs curled up slightly, cheek resting on her fist as she looked out the window.

“You only date pretty girls, oppa.” she said suddenly.

“What?”

She smiled to herself, watching the streets pass by. “Gaeul-unnie. Then the crazy one, Jimin.”

You were curious. “What are you getting at now?”

“Come on.” she turned to you now, smirking. “Gaeul-unnie only had nice things to say about you. Jimin turned into a crazy, obsessive ‘bitch’ over you.”

You laughed. “That’s a strong word.”

“She earned it.” she said, crossing her arms now. “Are you defending her? What’s with you and pretty girls losing their minds?”

You shook your head, smiling. “I’m not, Wonyoung-ah. Just surprised you’re invested in this.”

“I’m not. I’m just making an observation, oppa.”

“Okay… And what’s the conclusion, miss observer?”

“That you must be worse than you look?”

“Hmm?”

Wonyoung nodded, a smug look on her face now. “Dangerous type. Quiet, reliable, makes girls feel safe and suddenly? Emotional destruction.”

You laughed at her words. “Okay, maybe I really am.”

“The evidence speaks for itself, oppa.” then she added under her breath. “Good thing I’m not that easy.”

“Are you sure about that?”

This time, she didn’t answer. But the silence that came after was peaceful. You turned to look at her again, but she was already facing the window, trying to bite back a smile.

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The apartment was bright. A half eaten pizza box on the floor sat between you two on the floor, still warm. A few snack bags Wonyoung insisted on opening lay open nearby. You sat cross legged on the floor, fully focused as you pressed a small Lego brick into place with one hand and reached for the next with the other.

Your movements were fluid, the architectural precision in your fingers showed. Across from you, Wonyoung leaned against a pillow on the floor, her knees drawn up loosely as she held up the instruction booklet, flipping through it every few minutes. But she quietly watched you too, intrigued at how serious you looked building a Lego set.

“You’re really good at this, oppa.” she mumbled, voice low and lazy.

“Muscle memory.” you said, not looking at her. Wonyoung laughed softly and stretched her legs, scooting closer until she was right beside you. She placed the instruction booklet down and moved to lay her head gently in your lap, cheeks resting against the soft fabric of your sweatpants.

You froze a little before finally relaxing slowly, letting your hand fall back to the Lego pieces while your other settled near her shoulder.

What are you doing, Jang Wonyoung?

She reached for the instruction booklet again and held it above her face, eyes scanning the next page.

“Step thirty six…” her voice dreamy, drawing you in. “Complicated, oppa.”

“Good. I like a challenge.” your fingers already found the matching pieces.

Wonyoung hummed, a satisfied sound. Her fingers absently traced little circles on your knee. The whole moment felt too comfortable, like that feeling you had been waiting for all along.

“I like this, oppa.”

You glanced down at her. “Like what?”

“This. You. On the floor. Us. Everything. Like this.” her lips curled into a small smile. “Feels nice.”

You brushed a strand of hair away from her face and returned to the Lego build, drowning in the moment. Fifteen minutes passed by, Wonyoung stirred from her spot on your lap, stretching a bit before getting behind you. Before you could turn around, her arms suddenly looped around your neck, her lock soft but firm. Her chest pressed lightly against your back as she leaned in with a grin, her voice low and mischievous. Wonyoung didn’t know, but your cheeks were getting hotter.

“Got you now, oppa~”

Caught off guard, you still managed to reply.

“You’re interfering with serious construction, Jang Wonyoung.”

“Nope! This is a hostage situation.” she teased, tightening her hold just enough to make it playful. “Give me the control of the building or else.”

You tilted your head. “You’ll regret this if you don’t release me, criminal.”

Wonyoung huffed a cute little laugh, chin now hooked over your shoulder. “Do your best, pretty boy.”

You set the Lego bricks down. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

In just one motion, you shifted your weight forward and slipped out of her lock like it was nothing. Wonyoung let out a squeak as you twisted, catching her by the waist and tipping her over gently onto the floor, like she was made of glass. She landed on the floor with a soft thud, blinking up at you. And then, with no warning, your hands attacked her sides.

“Wa- wait! No! Oppa- No!”

Too late. You tickled her mercilessly, grinning as she kicked weakly beneath you, laughing helplessly. Wonyoung squirmed under your touch, unable to escape.

“Ah! Haejoon-oppa! Stop! I’m dying- Let me-”

“That’s what happens-” you said mid attacks. “When you mess with an architect mid building hours.”

“Ah- I take it back! I surrender-” she wheezed, giggling uncontrollably. “You’re not even that pretty anymo- ah! Oppa!”

“Take that back.”

“Ah! I take it back! You’r- Ha- ah! Handsome! Lethal! Oppa-”

You finally relented, letting Wonyoung lay there, catching her breath, cheeks red, hair messy, eyes sparkling with tears from laughing too hard. She looked up at you with a smile that could stop your heart.

“You’re really crazy, oppa.”

“You too, you demon.” you said, brushing a stray hair from her face.

A small pause came next. Her smile faded a little, her chest rose and fell in a small rhythm, lips slightly parted from your attacks. Wonyoung was right there, so close, so pretty. You stared at her, heart pounding like never before.

“I’m sorry, Wonyoung-ah...”

She was confused.

“For what-”

You leaned down, pressing your lips to hers before she could finish her sentence. Her body tensed at first but she didn’t push you away. Her fingers came to clutch your shirt as she lightly kissed you back, soft and unsure. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It became warm, tender, and careful.

The silence after it felt more serious than anything you had felt in a long time. You pulled back just enough to see her eyes staring up at you, breath shallow. Wonyoung was stunned. The room was now still as you then took a slow breath.

“I know you told me to wait my turn...” you said, nervous but honest. “And I- I know it hasn’t been long since we met in Hong Kong.”

Wonyoung blinked but didn’t say anything. You let out a nervous laugh as your eyes searched for hers.

“Umm… but everytime I see you, you just make me feel like the happiest guy in the world.”

Finally, her eyes widened, turning more glassy, emotional. Her hands were still resting lightly on your chest when you glanced toward the pile of snacks next to the half eaten pizza box, spotting the opened bag of onion rings.

An idea came up in your mind.

“Wait…” You reached over and plucked out one of the round snacks while still hovering over her. Then you gently took her left hand, raising it up toward the space between you and her, palm up. Wonyoung nervously waited for what came next.

“Jang Wonyoung…” you said the words, slipping the onion ring over her finger carefully like it was 24K diamond. “Will you… let me have the honour of dating you?”

Wonyoung stared at the ‘ring’, then at you before bursting into laughter, not mocking or teasing you. The joyful sound felt light but a bit overwhelmed, like she had too many feelings held back. Quickly, her hand tightened around yours.

“You’re an idiot, oppa.” she whispered. “But a charming idiot.”

You grinned, hearts doing somersaults.

“So… is it uhh- a yes?”

Wonyoung nodded, lips curving into the brightest smile you’d ever seen on her.

“It’s a yes, oppa.”

You exhaled and relief, joy, disbelief all came to you at once. Status changed, you were now officially dating her. You flopped gently down beside her, one arm over your face to hide your ridiculous grin. Wonyoung turned to you, the onion ring still on her finger.

“Just so you know, oppa. I’m keeping this forever.” her eyes twinkling.

“Good.” you said, breathless. “I’ll get you a real one someday.”

Warmth creeping in her cheeks, Wonyoung scooted closer to you and slipped her fingers into yours. The moment felt warm and giddy. Wonyoung sat up slowly, pushing herself toward you and moved to straddle you with no hesitation. Her legs curled comfortably around you, arms sliding around your neck as you moved to sit up properly. Wonyoung tucked her face closer. You wrapped your arms around her waist.

What are you doing?

Her nose brushed against yours as she asked.

“Is this why you asked me to stay a bit late and build Lego with you?”

“Yes.” you smirked, not denying a thing. Wonyoung narrowed her eyes playfully, leaning in closer.

“I knew it, oppa. I was suspicious.”

“You know too much, princess.”

Still smiley, Wonyoung turned silent for a second before deciding to go for a sudden kiss. The gentle, teasing gesture that sent electricity through you. Your hands tensed around her waist. She surprised you with this move, kissing you deeper. You could feel her getting bolder, like she was trying to throw you off your rhythm. But damn, it was working. So you decided to answer.

One of your hands slid up her back underneath her shirt, the other cradling the back of her neck as you tilted in and kissed her back. Slower. Firmer, taking back control. Wonyoung gasped in surprise as her fingers tightened your shirt. The warmth, the tension, the way she was breathing when you kissed her felt just right.

Wait… Too much now.

You pulled back slightly, breathing hard as you rested your forehead against hers.

“Sorry, I- I got… a bit intense there.”

Wonyoung stayed quiet, chest rising and falling.

“I know, oppa.” She then smiled, soft and dangerous.

“I don’t want to mess this up with you. I know it’s too early for you.” you said, holding her close and tight.

“It’s okay. I’m not ready for that but… I wanted you to feel it.”

Wonyoung smiled. And you shifted in your position, letting her rest gently on your shoulder as you held her close. Everything slowed down for the two of you as your mind began to wander about what almost happened and what could happen, later in the future. Then you asked, still a little dazed.

“Do you… ahem, want to stay here for the night? I… got clothes you could change into.”

Wonyoung pulled back, her expressions stern but you could feel the softness on her face.

“Don’t overstep your jurisdiction, architect-nim.”

You laughed under your breath, shaking your head. “No, no. I won’t do anything bad to you… Never”

“But I trust you, oppa. So yes… I want to stay tonight.” her voice gentle.

You smiled as Wonyoung settled back into your arms, cheeks resting under your jaw.

“Wonyoung-ah.”

“Mmm?” she looked up, eyes now slightly glassy from everything that had just happened in the past ten minutes despite her calm expression.

“Was that your first kiss on the lips? Like… a real one?”

“Ah… yes.” she nodded hesitantly before her voice turned shy. “And my first real… you know, kissing that hard. I guess that’s how you put it...?”

Like you’d just been handed something fragile and important, your heart tightened. You stared at her, the realization started to settle in.

“I’m honored, you know. Really."

Wonyoung laughed lightly, hiding her face in your chest out of embarrassment. “Don’t make this weird, oppa.”

“I’m not.” you held her tighter. “Just… in awe, that’s all. You kissed me like you did this before already. And you nearly killed me too.”

She grinned into your shirt. “I did my research.”

“Really? You surprised me a lot today.”

She peeked up, breathing against your chest. “But I meant it. Every part of it.”

“I know. Me too.”

Then you stood up slowly, helping Wonyoung up with both hands and letting her lean on you a little.

“Come on. Let’s get you changed. I’ll grab something comfy for you to wear.”

Wonyoung nodded as her eyes followed you disappearing into your room. You came back holding one of your old t-shirts and a pair of clean drawstring shorts.

“Thanks, oppa.” She smiled at you like it was the sweetest thing in the world. You did it. Wonyoung trusted you, and you were going to treasure her like your life depended on it.

An hour later, when you finished showering after her, you split the last few slices of the pizza, sitting on the floor, stealing bites from each other between laughter. Afterward, you stood shoulder to shoulder, brushing your teeth and splashing water on your faces. Wonyoung looked effortlessly perfect in your t-shirt, hair tied up messily.

You both ended up in bed, the lights dimmed, sheets cool against your skin. Wonyoung was tucked under your arm, her head resting on your chest, one leg draped over you. A rom-com was playing on the TV across from the bed but neither of you paid full attention. Her fingers came up to draw on your stomach.

“Do you always sleep late, oppa?” Her voice muffled by your chest.

“Only when I’m trying to impress the most beautiful lady in the world.”

She giggled softly and tilted her head up to look at you. “Are you trying to impress me right now?”

“Is it working?”

No answer, Wonyoung just leaned up and kissed you on the corner of your lips before settling back against your chest with a content sigh. Reaching for the remote, you lowered the volume even more to let the peace between you settle in. Your hand ran through her hair, reaching down to play with her soft, squishy cheeks every now and then.

“Oppa.”

“Hmm?”

“I really want this to be my true relationship.” her voice quiet, like she was scared and uncertain. You felt her fingers coming to a stop on your stomach m. “Not just first… but last too. I don’t want to waste time. I don’t want to try and fail with someone first. If I’m going to give my heart to someone, I want that person to be you.”

Your throat felt stuck like you truly couldn’t reathe too. Wonyoung looked up at you, completely sure, completely open.

“I know it’s dumb and not realistic but I don’t care. I’m scared but I really trust you so… please take care of me, oppa.”

“I will. Trust me.”

“Corny.” Wonyoung smiled, that one sweet smile that always untangled every mess in your heart.

The bedroom was quiet, you and Wonyoung were bathed in golden light slipping in through the curtains. Outside, Mapo-gu was just beginning to wake up. You opened your eyes first. You first noticed the feeling of warmth pressed against you. Wonyoung’s leg was tangled lazily over yours, her arm resting across your chest. You turned a little to see her hand was on your face, palm soft on your cheek like she’d fallen asleep mid caressing. Her head was tucked into the crook of your neck, long hair splayed across the pillow and your chest, tickling you with every soft breath she took.

Life hadn’t felt this good in a while, everything was damn near perfect. You reached up and gently wrapped your hand over hers on your face, just holding it there. Her fingers twitched but she didn’t wake up.

“Good morning...”

Her leg slid just a bit against you, lips pressing unconsciously to your collarbone as she let out a sleepy bum. Her hand twitched again before she slowly blinked her eyes open.

“Oppa?” she mumbled, voice husky.

“Mmm.”

Wonyoung lifted her head, trying to process everything before letting out a small groan as she buried her face in your neck again.

“I forgot where I was for a second...”

“Are you okay now?”

“Now I don’t want to move.”

“Then don’t.”

“Did I sleep like a crazy woman?” she asked, now realizing that her foot was basically thrown over your stomach.

“Maybe.” you grinned. “But it was the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

Wonyoung smiled, cheeks warming slowly as she closed her eyes again and nestled closer.

“Mmm… Can we stay like this for a little longer?”

“Absolutely, it’s Sunday anyway.”

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From August to October, life moved fast. You poured yourself into work, balancing client deadlines with the heavy weight of waiting for your stage one exam result. Despite the stress, your relationship with Wonyoung grew steadier. You two didn’t tell anyone about it, opting to let them find out on their own, even Hyewon and Yena.

The floral studio was still in its early stages: the lease and paperworks had been signed, you’d finished the initial layout, but permits and actual renovation would come later. Still, every time you and Wonyoung walked past the space in Yeonnam-dong, she would press her nose to the dusty window and grin like she could already see her future studio.

Today was no different. You glanced over at Wonyoung as she stood at the window again, palms pressed to the glass, eyes gleaming even though the place was still empty. She turned to you, that familiar spark dancing in her eyes.

“Oppa, are you free during Chuseok? Do you want to drive me to my parents’ house?”

Surprised, you asked. “Aren’t you taking the train? It’s only like twenty minutes something, right?”

“Nope. If you are free, can you take me there?” she shook her head, eyes hopeful.

“I mean… Sure, I’m free. My parents are travelling for the holiday, just the two of them. First time in forever they’re taking a real trip alone.”

Wonyoung wiggled playfully in her place. “Ooh~ Romantic.”

“They deserve it.” You chuckled. “I figured I’d stay in Seoul and work a little, take it easy.”

“Or…” Wonyoung smiled, pretending to be oblivious. “You could spend it with me, hmm?”

“What are you plotting, baby?”

“I want to introduce you to my family. Not just drop me off. I want you to stay for Chuseok, oppa.”

…

“Wonyoung-ah, it’s like… three, four days.”

She answered quickly, her expressions bright. “Exactly, plenty of time for you to charm my parents. And my older sister too.”

“Isn’t it a bit too fast?” you were nervous, still hiding before a little laugh.

“It’s only fast if it’s not right, oppa. And it feels right to me.” Wonyoung stepped closer to your side. I already told them I’m dating someone anyway.”

“Really?”

“Everyone! I said you’re an architect, reliable, handsome, someone who takes care of me well and actually has his life together.” Her voice raised toward the end, hands gesturing all over the place. “Stable too! The whole pitch.”

“You really pitched me to your family!?”

“My mom loves you already. My sister said, and I quote ‘Finally, you have a boyfriend’.” she grinned.

“What about your dad? Is he strict?” the worry was clear in your tone.

Wonyoung hesitated before giving you a soft, shy smile.

“He’s still protective. He gave me the ‘Is he serious about you’ talk. But… I think he likes you. He just wants to see for himself.”

You exhaled, heart beating a little harder.

“Do you think they will like me?”

“They will, oppa. Trust me! I want them to see who’s been making me happy lately. Besides… the first day, your results come out, right?”

You nodded. “Sure, that morning.”

Wonyoung wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. “Then it’s even better, oppa! You’re with me so you don’t have to go through it alone.”

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The morning of Chuseok arrived with a crisp breeze and sunlight shining above Mapo-gu. You were up early. Your car smelled of gentle cologne, mixed with the soft scent of the gift bags in the back seat. Beside you, Wonyoung hummed happily, scrolling on her phone.

“Wonyoung-ah… do you think it will be okay?” you kept your eyes on the road, voice quiet and nervous.

“What will, oppa?”

“My exam result. Your family. My whole stay at your parents’ during Chuseok.” you answered, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel. “What if I mess it up?”

She moved her hand to your forearm where it gripped the wheel.

“You won’t oppa.” she said calmly. “You did everything you could, remember? They already like you. My mom mentions you more than she talks about me.”

You glanced at her for a bit, eyes clearly showing hesitation and nervousness.

“Relax, oppa.” she squeezed your arm. “You’re going to be fine.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mmm?”

“If your family lives in Yongsan… why’d you move out to Mapo?”

Wonyoung smiled like she was already expecting that one. “Maybe I want something that feels like mine.”

“What? Your house isn’t big enough?”

“It is nice but it feels like my parents’. Maybe too nice. I just grew up there, oppa. Still in some way my house but I want something different.”

You nodded slowly, eyes on the road.

“I want something smaller, more cozy. A little more chaos. Mapo-gu felt more like me.”

“So instead of living in a quiet mansion, you picked the neighborhood with the busiest bus stops in Seoul.”

Wonyoung grinned. “Exactly. And now I get to walk to my future floral studio and spend mornings closer to my boyfriend.”

You eventually arrived in Yongsan-gu, sleek houses everywhere. They were protected by the kind of gates that looked like they were imported straight from Europe. You stared out at the window in disbelief as Wonyoung tapped something on her phone, unbothered. Your eyes widened as you pulled up to your destination.

“Wait… This is it?”

Wonyoung finally looked up. “Mm hmm~”

“Really?”

“Yes, oppa. Stop asking.” she smiled as the gates slid open. You whistled and drove into the driveway, revealing a minimalist two story home with full length windows and a view of Namsan behind. You’d designed for rich people, but still… damn.

“If your neighbors here need someone to redesign their house… you know, give them my number…”

“You’re silly, oppa.”

“You’re too rich, young lady.”

She smacked your arm lightly, giggling.

—

Wonyoung’s room really felt like her. She glanced back at you as she closed the door behind.

“You did well down there. I’m proud of you, oppa.”

“Proud?”

“Of course. You didn’t crack under pressure. You were polite, sincere, a bit stiff but… you passed.”

You laughed. “I didn’t think I’d be this nervous.”

“I knew you would. But you still show up, oppa.” Wonyoung said, stepping closer before her expression turned softer, more serious.

“Also… the results have been out since 8 this morning.”

You only nodded.

“Wanna check together?”

“Could you… I don’t know, check for me? Just tell me. I don’t think I can look.”

Wonyoung tilted her head, eyes pitying you for a second before finally nodding.

“Okay then. Sit, oppa.”

You sat down on the edge of the bed as she pulled out her phone, thumbing a few taps and swipes in silence in front of you. Heart already in your throat, you felt like you were in eighteen again, waiting for your Suneung result.

Wonyoung stared at the screen for a little too long before her lips pressed into a line. Her eyes softened when she looked at you and your chest tightened. What was it? You passed? Or was it something to assure you? A small sigh escaped her lips before she spoke up.

“You’ll work harder next time, oppa... It’s okay.”

Your heart dropped instantly.

“You’ll pass eventually.” Wonyoung nodded slowly, as if she was comforting herself now. “You did your best, oppa... That’s what matters.”

Still, you were hurt, your shoulders stiff, mouth dry. All those time you spent studying and you still failed, the weight of failure started to settle in.

…

“…Work harder for stage two, I mean.” Wonyoung finally grinned.

“Huh?”

And before you could register what happened, Wonyoung burst forward and threw her arms around your neck, nearly knocking you over onto her bed.

“You passed, oppa!” she laughed, burying her face into your shoulder. “You really passed!”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course!” she beamed, pulling back to meet your eyes. “I was just playing.”

You couldn’t help even smile, instead pulling her in again, arms wrapping around her waist as you held her close.

“You little devil. You scared the living shit out of me.” you muttered against her hair, finally breathing.

Wonyoung gasped, pulling back again, faking offence. “You swore in my house, oppa?”

“What are you gonna do about it?” you raised one eyebrow, challenging her.

Wonyoung parted her lips, ready with a comeback when you stopped her just in time with a kiss. She was surprised but melted slowly. Her fingers curled against your shoulder, one hand gently gripping your jacket as she kissed you back.

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