Misunderstanding, Again (ft. Park Woojin)
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Title: Misunderstanding, Again.
Member: Park Woojin (Wanna One)
Prompt: #2 Will it stop? These raindrops, these tears? [Downpour], #17 Even if I say it a thousand times, you won’t know how I feel [Open Up]
HI! To the Anon-nim who requested for a Park Woojin angst with prompts #2 and 17, I hope you don’t mind that I connect the two stories together, because there has been a ton of requests for Misunderstanding (pt.2), and seeing the two prompts together I became triggered to write it tehee.
So here we go, as promised! I hope you guys like it!!! Sorry for not updating quite a while, I’ve been busy with exams huhu ㅠ.ㅠ (btw GIF’s not mine!)
Woojin gulped down his pills along with a glass of Vodka. His eyes, red, were busy scanning the mountain of paperworks he had to sign. But as he’s had enough, he returned his attention to the piece of photograph that had solely sustained his life for the past 3 years; you, smiling, with your engagement ring tucked in your finger.
Yes. 3 years had passed since you left him senseless. He’s gone mad searching for you all over the globe, and yet again, it was all for naught. It was as if you were swallowed by the very earth itself.
He looked away as he felt his eyes burning. It was his fault. He knew. He always knew. He knew very well that time wasn’t something that could be turned back, and the pain he’s given you can never be undone.
But was it so wrong if he asked for a chance to explain himself?
He could no longer shed tears, they were long gone, only the sobs remain. They were stifled as he attempted to hide his grief, but then they broke, unrefined, like the pain was still an open wound. Every time he thought he’s moved on, the little things would remind him of you.
At first it was hazy. Just you moving around in his head. Then it got more vivid. He’d hear you calling his name, your hand running through his hair, then as he was about to lean in for a kiss, you disappeared.
He’s gone mental from yearning too long. He craved the warmth of your body as you tucked him to bed. The scent of you that once filled the bedroom has faded into thin air, like it was never there in the first place.
Jihoon knocked his door softly, leaning against it. The colour on Woojin’s face was pale, and the strong smell of alcohol surged out of his room. He swirled his pen in his finger, greeting the older with a sheepish smile.
“Woojin, you could really use some sleep,” Jihoon trudged along the scattered papers on the floor. Woojin must’ve pulled an all-nighter. Again.
He was about to reach for more pills and vodka before Jihoon snatched the alcohol away. “At least take it with water. Please.”
And he obliged, gulping his only diet, packs of supplementary pills, in one go. He forced another smile on, which Jihoon knew just one of his tricks to hide his sorrow. “How did it go? Did you find her this time?” He asked dejectedly.
Jihoon wished he could nod, saying yes, so his friend would feel better. But what else could he possibly do? When hundreds of his men, searching for you through every nook and cranny, all came back with nothing but empty hands. He’s asked your parents, but their lips were shut tight. And he didn’t have the heart to keep on pestering them.
“Have you not found her yet?” Woojin asked again.
Jihoon ruffled the younger’s hair gently. “I’m sorry…” he mumbled, to which the latter sighed.
His hand trembled as he put down the pen on the table, bringing his finger to knead the empty space between his brows. Then with a wistful gaze, he looked over to Jihoon. “I skipped my meals so she’d come nagging at me. I drink alcohol ‘cause I can’t bear seeing her silhouette smiling at me when I’m sober. And I came to fear bed time, ‘cause every dream was so sweet it was poisonous…”
“Will she ever come home…?”
Jihoon could only pat his back lightly as his sobs were getting heavier, wishing it could wear some of his burden off, although he knew well it wouldn’t.
Woojin stared at Jihoon, then back to the photograph in front of him. Your hair was longer, bunned up into a messy ponytail, round glasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, and a doctor’s robe dangling freely over your shoulders.
You looked as beautiful as he could remember. More even, if that was possible.
“I can’t believe this coincidence!” Jihoon bawled. “Of course! The hospital. How could we have missed that…”
“Fate has always been cruel, hyung.” Woojin stared keenly. He couldn’t deny his lips stretching wider into gaping grin and his eyebrows arching for the sky.
Just as he’s decided it was time to move on and accept the fact that you will never come back to him, here you were after 2 more years had passed, caught in a photograph, captivating him once again into your charm.
“So you’re telling me she’s part of the hospital board, that we’ll be meeting tomorrow?”
Jihoon nodded discreetly.
“Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”
“You’re not,” Jihoon walked over his table, smiling at the sight of the younger grinning from ear to ear. “I’m happy for you.”
Now if Woojin were to be honest, none of what the hospital’s chair said had remained in his head. He couldn’t count how many times he’s pinched his hand, trying to snap himself out of it. But no. This was not a dream. You were really there in front of him. No longer were you pixelated and two-dimensional; you were warm, fragranced, and soft.
The whole time his gaze has lingered upon your figure. The little laugh you’d throw every so often, and your smile that seemed to swallow your eyes whole, were less merciful to his heart, making it throb abruptly. He couldn’t deny how much he’s missed you, how much he’s craved for you.
And as soon as the meeting ended, he made it his foremost priority to have a talk with you.
But his gaze turned sour as he saw you giggling around someone who he assumed to be a male colleague of yours. He could’ve sworn he felt his heart about to jump out as that man casually caressed your cheek and interlocked his hand with yours, before breaking apart.
Just as you were about to go back to your office ward, he yanked your wrist, bringing you closer to him.
“Where have you been?” his voice quivered softly.
For a moment you didn’t move. Woojin could feel your muscles stiffened at his touch. His grip tightened.
“Why did you leave me without saying anything?”
To hell with this being a hospital. Let people stare as they please. Let them witness Woojin’s desperate plea to the woman who had successfully turned his whole life upside down.
“Woojin, just, please! Move…”
He didn’t budge. He knew he shouldn’t fight his common sense, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, he couldn’t fight the thoughts that were going through him. Your very smell was flooding his senses now.
“Follow me,” he uttered desperately.
He dragged you into your office ward by the corner of the hallway.
“Woojin! Please, it hurts!”
His gaze was pained and disoriented. He brought his hand to cup your cheeks, erasing any trail that man must’ve left on his woman. How dare he.
His hand slid smoothly onto your waist, pinning you against the wall. And you hissed at the impact.
The next second he’s slammed his lips to yours. Not innocently, but hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding. More than any words could ever do, his kiss was enough to whisper the yearning that he’s endured for as long as he could remember.
“… I miss you…” his voice barely more than a whisper. He led his finger to wipe away your tears, and pulled you into a hug, letting his chin rest on your head. For a second his world felt complete.
“I’m sorry,” you pushed him away. “I-I can’t.”
Woojin held your hand as you tried pushing him away further. “Please, I need to explain everything to you.”
“No— It-it doesn’t matter anymore. I was hurt, of course. I lost my baby—“
“Whatever.” You cleared your throat. “The point is, I have to move on, Woojin…”
“You don’t have to move on! Please, you have to listen to me!”
“I can’t!” You ward him off roughly.
He sighed, wiping his face with his hand. “Why? Why are you running away from me? Why won’t you let me explain anything?”
“Because, Park Woojin, it doesn’t matter anymore!” You roared, snapping his hand away.
“Wh-what do you mean? How could it not mat –“
Woojin frozed instantly. He took a glance at the door which was slightly open. The little girl poked her head from behind the door. She was dolled up in a pretty red dress and a matching pair of shoe.
“Daddy is waiting in the lobby, are you coming?”
You glanced at Woojin who was still petrified, stunned at the sight before his very eyes. “Yes honey, Mommy is coming,” you quickly grabbed your bag, looking at Woojin for the last time. “I’m sorry.”
Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he could feel his legs collapsed on him. Then with one step backwards, he crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings.
Woojin was watching from afar. His gaze wavered and abashed, following you as you giggled with your little family.
It was as if his heart was filled with a sudden rain. Drop after drop, drizzling over him, flooding his chest inevitably. Those five years he spent eagerly searching and waiting for your comeback, was all for naught. Whatever was he supposed to do with this downpour in his heart? When will it stop? These raindrops, these tears?
How could fate be so cruel to him?
How could he not given even the chance to tell you how much he loved you? He hasn’t even told you how much joy he’s gained from being together with you, from getting to embrace you within his arms as you snuggled into his chest. And more than anything, from letting him taste the sweet moment of anticipating the day when your little angel would be born.
And how much he’s never regretted that ‘mistake’. It was never a mistake, even.
But more so than wanting to tell you ‘I love you’, his heart was heavy at the fact that he didn’t get the chance to thank you. To thank you for embracing him when everyone else pushed him away, to thank you for allowing him to depend on you, to thank you for all the warmth you’ve given him.
And to thank you for being his, even if it was just for a brief moment.
All he’s ever asked for was a chance to talk. To explain himself from being trapped in this prolonged misunderstanding.
He chuckled bitterly at the sight of you, whimpering at what fate has once again thrown at him. “I love you, I really do. If only we had the time to sit down and talk about everything… but now, even if I tell you a thousand times you will never know how I feel…”
Just as his whole world once again crumbled apart, his tears fell.
GAHHH sorry for the long waittt and thank you to everyone who has been requesting for this!! I hope you like it!!
