my girlfriend is two different people
wonwoo pov // y/n reader or main character (she/her) // i saw this chinese drama on netflix long ago and i loved it more than i thought i would.
[beginning]
i rub my face, feeling tired from hours on my computer. in the living room is my girlfriend, y/n. she leans casually against the corner of the couch as she picks her teeth with her fingernail. there’s an open bag of chips on the coffee table that will leave crumbs for weeks.
her oversized hoodie is worn out and she picks up the crumbs on it, with her best ability. my stomach twists at the sight, while she looks unapologetic.
i hate that the thought in my head is, since when did she get like this?
i pour myself a glass of water, my eyes still taking in her appearance. she notices and glares at me, “what?” she looks at her laptop, “oh fuck, i forgot that i have to turn in my paperwork before midnight!”
fuck, shit, bitch, asshole…
words that she uses daily. in the past, she never swore.
the more i think about it, the more guilty i felt. it weighed heavily in my chest, i felt cruel. but i missed the old her. the one i met five years ago.
i went back to our bedroom, putting on my headphones and playing games all night. i turned around time to time, she was dead asleep. before, i would’ve checked in on her, getting off the game early just to cuddle with her. but i haven’t after all this time. she’s always tired anyways, and she sleeps just fine.
i haven’t noticed that it was morning until y/n’s alarm went off. it gave me a scare every morning, even when i know it’s coming. she darts up and runs to the bathroom. she was a different person. her face cleaned and nicely done with makeup, her work clothes were pristine and pressed, her hair nicely done. I watched as she ran to grab her purse and to the front door. her footsteps paused and she ran back to me, kissing my cheek.
“bye babe, I’ll see you after work.”
and then she was out the door. i was jealous of her coworkers, they were the only people who got to see her dressed up. in just a few hours, it was time for me to go to work too.
as i walked to my desk, i greeted everyone as usual. my friends teased me, “wow, wonwoo. you must feel very special.”
i look at them with an arched brow, chuckling as i set my bag under my desk. “what is it this time?”
they laugh and lean closer, “rumor has it, giselle likes you. the cutest girl in our department. that’s why she gives you coffee everyday. and how stuck she is to your side.”
i roll my eyes, “it’s not like that.” and just in time, giselle swoops in with two coffees in hand.
“good morning oppa! oh hi everyone.” she smiles brightly and my friends stutter their words. idiots.
the day goes by and im about to go home, but i notice how frustrated giselle looks. so i offer her my help.
“wonwoo oppa, thank you for helping me this late. are you sure your wife won’t be mad?”
i thought of y/n, “it’s fine.” i look at my watch and felt bad at how dark and late it has gotten. “do you have a ride home?”, i ask.
her eyes widen and she smiles, her hands rush to her side. “it’s okay! I’ll take an Uber! i don’t want to give the wrong idea…”
a flashback of shy y/n, made me smile unknowingly.
“it’s okay, I’ll take you home.”
during our drive, it’s polite. small talk about work and the upcoming project that suddenly fell upon our laps. she’s still new, so she’s always stuttering and clumsy. she just needs confidence. during our ride, i haven’t thought of y/n at all.
when we reached her place, it was practically sparkling. she lived in such a rich area, whereas i grew up in a small village.
“thank you oppa, drive home safe.” she waved goodbye.
i got home and everything was clean. i took off my shoes and changed into my slippers, throwing my keys somewhere. the noise woke y/n up, she peeked from our bedroom. i almost jumped and fell on my butt.
“i guess work ran late?” i didn’t answer her, i watch as she walks to the stove. she lifts the lid off the pot and steam rises.
“here.” her eyes are slouched and her lips were crackled. “i made some kimchi stew, eat it if you want.” she brings the pot on the table her voice dreaded rather than peppy.
still confused, i sat down and she places the dishes in front of me. we’re going to eat together, but i feel suspicious.
i watch as she takes a heaping scoop of rice and slurps on her soup. she eats like her brother, careless and elbows out. i shake the chills down my spine, digging into my meal as well.
when suddenly, she drops her spoon. “im finished, clean up when you’re done.” she’s about to leave and i tell her goodnight, with rice still in my mouth. i don’t dare to interrupt her when she’s tired. she’d tear me apart.
when im done, i go to get my clothes in our room. y/n is asleep, her ass sticks out from her shorts. seeing her made my mind and my dick go out of control. i take my things and finish in the shower.
the day starts the same, yet this time it’s different. my friends poke me, practically pushing me around in my seat, “i heard about last night.”
i just sigh, not giving into their fantasies. they continue, “wow, a hottie wife and i cute work-girlfriend.” anger fills me and i stand up.
“what did you say?” they look at me like im insane.
giselle interrupts, coffees in hand. “oppa! what are you doing?”
unwilling to hurt her with the rumors i tell her it’s nothing. i go to the break room looking for a snack. i didn’t know giselle followed me until there’s a coffee cup in front of me.
“oppa, is it because of me?”
with a soft smile i said, “no, it’s just the guys saying something stupid. they can really piss me off sometimes.”
she chuckles and i see that she has something to say, but doesn’t have the courage to.
“is something wrong?” i ask. she shakes her head gently, “actually oppa, i want to talk to you during lunch.”
during lunch, we went to a restaurant nearby. she said she wanted to eat there and said she would pay for our meal.
“i like you, oppa.” my mouth is filled with rice and i freeze in place. she repeats herself again and i choke up. she brings a napkin to my face, but i take the napkin away from her. cleaning myself up.
“why?” is the first thing i ask after surviving.
“you’re kind, no one really helps me and everyone talks about me like im a ditz and a slut. you’re the only one who protected me.” i don’t respond and she searches my eyes, “don’t you like me too, oppa? why else would you do all those things, instead of your wife?”
i hold back my anger. “giselle, it seems I gave off the wrong impression. i only seen you as a little sister. i don’t want any complications during work, so we should keep our respective boundaries. from now on just call me, mr. jeon. and I’ll call you by your last name as well.” i get up and bow, going to the counter to pay. i leave right away.
miss giselle lee runs out, a few tears run down her face and her hands gripped around my arm. “oppa-“ i gently pry her hands away, but she latches on like a leech.
“why her? i heard that you guys don’t go on dates. you don’t wear your wedding ring and you even take me home when you should be rushing to see your wife! what does she do for you that I can’t? she can’t love you like I can!”
this time, i pry her hands off me roughly.
“don’t talk about my wife. you can punch me and say shit about me, but don’t talk about my wife. i love her, and no one can replace her.”
her voice is strained, “but she doesn’t show you that she loves you! she ignores all your calls when you try to call her during lunch or whenever you get a chance to! she doesn’t love you! so what does she-“
i cut her off, “nothing. she doesn’t have to do anything for me to love her.”
miss lee chuckles, “but you’re not confident to say that she loves you.”
i turn around to walk away, taking a walk wherever my feet takes me. i stand in front of the building, wondering if i should go in or wait. but my eyes magnetically attract to y/n. she was in the same outfit she wore to work this morning. her head whipped towards me and i was already walking towards her. she looked concerned.
i hugged her tightly, she patted me like a kid. “oh? suddenly? are you okay? did someone hurt you?” she pulled me away to look for bruises. i smiled and held her hands.
“don’t worry, im okay. why are you here anyways?”
she gives me a sarcastic stare, “why? are you hiding something?” she chuckles, “im sick. can’t you tell?” she fake coughs and fake shivers. terribly.
“ohhh, so you needed to go to your boyfriend to take you home? or did you just want to show off?” i tease.
she chuckles, “i can’t get shit past you, your two friends told me there’s a girl hitting on you and you won’t tell her to back off. so, I’ll change into that short ass skirt and walk around your office as punishment for not setting boundaries.”
i hold her in front of me. “i already told her to fuck off.” y/n looks at me amused. “and i also told everyone that we’re married, so stop stealing my ring when you lose yours. they’re going to think im cheating.”
she smiles and kisses my cheek. “so no short skirt?”
“hell no.”
we link arms and head home, y/n asks for ice cream on the way and of course i agree. because she’s the one that proposed first.
flashback: she was absolutely drunk and i had gone to pick her up from her first company get-together. i was carrying her from my car into our small dingy apartment (at the time). she wiggled her way out of my arms and slouched on the floor. when i tried to pick her up, she flashed a sly smile. she pulled out two rings that were made and entwined by some sort of metal, probably from the soju bottles.
“will you marry me, honey?”
“of course.”
end of flashback*
END.
author’s note: this was also rushed because i lost inspiration along the way. i do have a second part for this story including the first meeting/falling in love story, but i ripped it out completely because i wanted to make a love (kind of) story that didn’t have to start from the very beginning. i always like happy endings where the two main characters fall in love and have babies. or is that just me?
also, it’s not that noticeable, but when wonwoo swears, it’s shocking because he never swears and hates it too. so i thought it was cute that he swears only to stand up for his boundaries and respect for y/n.
anyways i hope you liked reading!
