#wonfairywoo

Dragging her luggage behind her, she weaved her way through the crowds of reporters, photographers, and fans. There were young women wielding large signs that really should have been banned at a place like this. The pointed edges could bring an accident upon anyone.

She didn’t have time to read the signs either, she was already in danger of being recognized with such a large crowd. She pulled her scarf over her head and made sure her sunglasses were secure over her face. She thought a few people here and there would glance at her but quickly brushed it off as a figment of her imagination.

She was close to where she was told to meet them, so close. But then suddenly the crowd moved, and she was swept in the wave, pushing her roughly to the front line. A place where she shouldn’t be and didn’t want to be.

Life had other plans that day.

She bumped into someone hard and the next thing she knew she was falling back. Gasping, she closed her eyes and braced for impact with the ground.

But it never came.

“Y/N?” A deep and breathless voice spoke from above her.

Her heart stuttered, her breathing stopped as she stared up at the man who had saved her from falling.

She knew that face. She had spent what felt like countless hours in the night watching that face as he slept, oblivious to the world and her hurting. That face which once lit up with such joy when he woke in the morning— that once lit up with such pride and love when she walked down the aisle that it brought her to tears.

She knew that face, because once upon a time she loved the person attached to it with all her heart and let herself become a shadow of herself just to stay with him, hoping he would save her. And he never did.

Because this person that saved her from getting a concussion… This was her ex-husband.

At 29 years old, Jeon Wonwoo was an actor, a veteran idol, and a divorcee. At 23 years old he had married the love of his life after 2 years of being together. Then at 24 years old she walked out the door, and 3 months later, divorce papers were mailed to him.

The next few months were spent searching for her, asking questions to himself, getting drunk out of his mind, and grieving because of his mistakes. It took one of his members punching the drunkenness out of him to get a grip on himself. And if that didn’t sober him up, the fact that it was Joshua-hyung who did the punching, did.

He sobered up the next day, went back to work, and hired a few private investigators to search for his wife. Yes, she was still his wife. Because he never did sign those papers.

After a few months of failed searching he gave up. Because he knew that he had fucked up their marriage with his indifference. This was his fault. She became miserable because of him.

He had gotten complacent in their relationship. Thinking that, since she loved him she would understand and would stay. Be with him when he was being difficult. But how could she understand when he never told her? He had forgotten about how things needed to be spelled out for her as well. He had gotten selfish thinking that she would always be there.

He knew things got too much for her, but she never said either. But he should have known back then, after all she told him once that he knew her best of all.

The day she walked out the door he was too shocked to go after her. And then he thought that she would come home soon, that she was just having a tantrum and then he would take her out for dinner and everything would be okay.

She never came home.

And it was all his fault.

He signed the papers as his form of apology. He was setting her free.

And 5 years later he lived with that heart ache, burying it deep down in his being and then dug it up at night when he was alone in bed. The right side of the bed where she used to lie was cold, and even the memories of her could not warm it.

If he could rewind time and go back to those times that he would ignore her, when he would stay in the practice room instead of going home to spend some time with his wife, he would go back and beat himself up for being an asshole. If he could go back and tell her how much he did love her, that he wanted to try again. If he could go back and hold her in his arms, he would never let her go.

But then 5 years later here he was. Standing in the middle of the airport with the love of his life in his arms.

He was never going to let her go.

Until he realized that they were in the middle of the airport, surrounded by people and cameras.

He cleared his throat and helped her stand up straight, reluctantly removing his hands from her. He felt his heart sink when she took a step back from him, bowing her head so her eyes wouldn’t meet his.

At 29 years of age she was as beautiful as the day he first met her at the bookstore. She was still the love of his life.

Making up his mind Wonwoo turned to one of his managers, quietly telling him to do damage control as fast as possible and that he had somewhere to be. Someone he needed to talk to. He didn’t wait for his manager to protest before he took Y/N’s arm and dragged her away from the crowd, letting the security guards keep the people away as they walked off.

She didn’t know what possessed her to allow him to drag her off like that. Was she mad?! This was her ex-husband for god’s sake! She divorced him!

So what in the world was she doing letting him drag her towards the parking lot?!

Gasping, she wrenched her wrist from him with all her strength, determined to go back where she came from. She had someone waiting for her after all. She ha started to walk away until someone gripped her arm. She tried to shrug off the hand only to fail.

“Y/N.” His voice still sent shivers down her spine. “Please it’s been so long. Let’s talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about.” She spoke, surprised at how hard her voice sounded. How unforgiving it felt to her own ears. “You’ve never been one for much words Wonwoo.” Just saying his name caused her knees to weaken.

“I am now.” He murmured, and she felt him step closer to her, his breath now brushing the the hairs at the back of her head. “Let’s go somewhere to talk. My treat.”

“I have somewhere to be.” She answered stiffly. “People to meet.”

She couldn’t let him see. Not after all this time. Not after what happened between them. She had to leave quickly.

“Can’t you re-schedule?” He walked around so he was facing her, using a hand to tilt her stubborn chin up so she would meet his gaze. “If I don’t take this chance you might disappear on me again.” His tone held sadness in it, and fear.

“Wonwoo I really have to go.” She stepped back once more, eyes scanning the crowd warily. They weren’t looking at them but she had to be wary, because there were some things he shouldn’t see. Things he shouldn’t know. “I’ll just find you okay?”

“I don’t believe that.” He sighed, stepping towards her and chuckling when she stepped back. “How about I just go with you? I can wait till you finish your appointment.”

“No!” She shouted, shaking her head furiously. “You can’t!”

A raised eyebrow was her answer. “It’s not like you have anything to hide from me.” He narrowed his eyes, stepping towards her again so her chest brushed against the front of his shirt, eyes scanning up and down. “Do you?”

She was still so easy to read to him. She was always such a bad liar, especially when it came to him. Now his curiosity burned. What was she hiding that she didn’t want him to see? To know?

“MAMA!”

Wonwoo felt her stiffen before him, he felt the blood drain from his face when he heard thundering footsteps racing towards them. The next thing he knew a small form launched itself onto Y/N and it clung to her when she caught it in her arms.

It was a little girl.

“Mama! Eunha found you!” The little girl, Eunha she said her name was. “Mama, Eunha missed you lots!”

He watched as Y/N nodded mutely, avoiding his eyes but he could see the guilt written on her face. His thoughts raced a mile a second.

Whatthehell?whosekidwasthis?wasshemarried?whendidshegetmarried? whendidshegetpregnant?whogotherpregnant???whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck?!

“Mama who is this?” He gasped when the child turned in her mother’s arms, looking to him when her mother didn’t answer. “Hello mister! Is mister mama’s friend?”

He couldn’t reply. He stared slack-jawed at the child before him, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest as everything began to make sense. He felt like he was going to faint.

Because looking at the little girl’s face now, there was no doubt he knew who her father was.

Because his daughter had his eyes and nose.

DON’T KILL ME I’LL WRITE A PART 2 I SWEAR! BUT FEEL FREE TO COMMENT AND SEND A MESSAGE :D

Hae Joo stared at the screen of her phone, blinking as she read through the messages.

“Well,” she muttered to herself as leaned back against her bed, feeling defeated. “They all seem nice at least." 

She sighed rubbing a hand on her left shoulder absently as she glanced around the room that had become her safe haven, especially the past year after what had been dubbed as ‘THE INCIDENT’. All caps cause it was that bad.

And now it was her last night here for a while as she would move into unfamiliar territory.

"No going back now Hae Joo-yah.” She stood up and patted her cheeks as she moved towards her mirror. “Like Ha Rin said! When life  beats you down you have to beat it back!”

She forced herself to grin before she felt her bottom lip tremble. “But I don’t want to beat anyone.” She whimpered, letting herself fall back onto her bed.

She hoped she could really do this. She didn’t want to let Ha Rin or her family down.

But with the classes for her degree, managing a dorm, and her own problems how in the world could she get through all of this alone?

Grabbing her phone she scrolled through the messages again and groaned, burying her face against a fluffy pillow as she shouted. “KANG HAE JOO FIGHTING!”

A/N: I’VE DECIDED TO UPDATE SOON AFTER SEEING THE INCREDIBLE RESPONSE TO THE FIRST PART CAUSE AHKHSAD GUYS WOW! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO!

And also

THIS STORY IS NOT MEANT TO OFFEND ANYONE! ANY PORTRAYAL IS SIMPLY FICTIONAL AND NOT AS ACCURATE AS I’D LIKE BECAUSE THIS IS ALL FICTIONAL!

Anyway NOTES:

1. I’ve decided to name our OC Hae Joo because it gets tiring writing Y/N after a while. BUT you can still imagine it’s you! And that Ha Rin is your friend!

2. The boys are in a 4 year college! I’m basing it on the school system where I’m from because I’m not familiar with the korean school system! Here’s what years they all are: Seniors-Grad Students: 95 line Juniors: 96 line Sophomores: 97 line Freshmen: 98-99 line. Their chosen courses will be revealed in the next chapter I supposed.

It all happened so fast. Like a flurry of wind, rushing to sweep the leaves from the ground and drift them off somewhere else.

Wonwoo felt like the leaves.

One moment he was standing in the airport, staring at his ex-wife and the child in her arms. Their child, he thought. The next thing he knew he had driven them to her new house, just near Hongdae, near the place where Vernon’s parents still lived. Y/N’s mother was at the airport when he saw Eunha for the first time and insisted that she would get a cab because they needed to talk alone. It was time.

So there Jeon Wonwoo was, 29 years old, standing in the entrance hall of his ex-wife’s house watching her help take off Eunha’s coat and shoes.

She looked back at him, remembering that he was actually still there and sighed before turning back to her daughter. “Eunha, honey how about you go to your playroom okay? Mama needs to talk to her friend.”

Eunha whined, tugging at her mother’s sleeve which just made Y/N laugh. A laugh which was once caused by him. A laugh he hadn’t heard in such a long time. “Come on I’ll even put on Howl’s Moving Castle on the TV for you.” She faced Wonwoo, hands settled on top of Eunha’s shoulders. “You might as well come in. The living room is just through here, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

He watched as she led their daughter (Their daughter! He still couldn’t believe it!) through the hall and into a room. He stood there until Eunha disappeared through the door— but not before waving at him and giving him such a big smile that it made his heart ache and eyes mist over with tears.

Fuck, this was all so messed up.

Removing his shoes at the foyer, he made his way to the living room, studying the pictures on top of the mantle above an electronic fireplace. He smiled a bit when he saw a picture of Y/N and Eunha at a beach, both had wide smiles and matching sun dresses, the sun shining down on them as the waves rolled behind them. But the photo didn’t feel right.

He picked it up to study it closer. But then realized there was nothing wrong. There was only something missing.

Him.

He wondered how old his daughter was in this photograph. She looked smaller here, her hair was shorter than it was now. How old was she now? How much of her life did he miss?

His emotions were all a mess. He felt so much. He felt everything.

“She was 3 years old in that one. She’s turning 5 this September.”

He whirled around, photo still in hand to find that Y/N was now standing by the couch, arms crossed over her chest defensively. As if she was waiting for him to lash out at her.

And then all his emotions fixed themselves. His mind focused and he could pin point exactly what he felt and who it was directed to.

Anger. At her for keeping a secret from him. Keeping their own daughter, a secret from him! And also anger at himself for not hiring more investigators in the past.

Happiness, because his daughter and the love of his life were just in arms reach. He had a family with her even if it was broken up at the moment.

Confusion. Confusion at their situation because he didn’t understand why she would keep something like this from him for so long when he deserved to know! It was his right to know!

“Why?” He croaked, searching her eyes for answers. Maybe he was wrong about still being able to read her because at that moment her expression was so closed off.

“How about we sit down and then I’ll talk?” She offered, moving to sit at an armchair when he moved to sit on the couch. “How have you been?”

He could hear the nervousness in her tone and offered her a shaky smile. He was surprised he still could after everything that’s happened this day. “I’m okay I think. After everything I’m still standing. You?”

“I’m fine.” She nodded, running a trembling hand through her hair. “I think after everything I’ve done pretty well for myself and Eunha. Don’t you think?”

He didn’t answer, just stared at her intensely. Stared at her for so long that she started to squirm. “I know you deserve an explanation.”

“That’s good.” He said a little bit too coldly, and he regretted his tone when he saw her flinch. “You talk and I’ll listen and wait for you to finish. Why don’t you start about where you went after that night?”

She took a deep breath, leaning back slightly in her seat. “That night… That night I took a cab to Mom’s house. After I told her what happened she took me in. She never asked any questions but I think she was hoping I would go back to our place. I think she sensed that I wanted to go back at the time.”

“Why didn’t you?” He shut his mouth when she sent him an incredulous look.

“I stayed there with Mom after I left and the first month of it was the worst. Because I missed you. I missed you so much it was hard to breathe.” After all the years it all came crashing down, and the memories and emotions swept over her like a tidal wave.

Her hands clenched into the fabric of her black slacks. She swallowed the tears as she continued to speak. “I wanted to come back so many times. I probably could have because I still had the key to the apartment but I knew in myself that I couldn’t. That there was nothing left there for me. Nothing left to fight for.” She pretended not to see the hurt flash in his eyes.

“And when the reality of what I had done set in, I crashed harder than ever.” Her voice was starting to get hoarse from fighting the tears. “It was a crash where I wondered what had gone wrong. Where I started to blame myself for how things turned out between us. Had I done something to him? Was I not enough? If I was better at everything would this not have happened?”

The words tumbled from her lips. The old doubts and self-blame returned in a hot flash, searing themselves into her memory. “I was miserable. I wanted to fall into a hole and never get back up. I never wanted to get out of bed. Mom had to drag me out sometimes. I became such a burden to her in those weeks.” Thinking back on it now she still felt that stab of guilt for how she treated her mother.

She brushed away the traitorous tears that had slipped past her eyelids and watched as Wonwoo’s hand twitch as if to reach out for her but then he pulled back. She was glad that he did. Because if he touched her at that moment, her fraying thread of control on her emotions would break and then she would be a mess. It was not something she wished for him to witness. Not anymore.

She took a deep breath, meeting his eyes and was a bit shocked to see tears in them as well. Wonwoo was never big on tears. He was the type to suffer silently. She looked away with a heavy heart and continued with her explanation.

“Then I found out I was pregnant with Eunha.” Her lips twitched when she remembered the day she sat in her mother’s bathroom, staring at the two blue lines on the pregnancy test in her hand. “And suddenly I had something to fight for again. And I thought that even if you weren’t there at least I still had a part of you with me.”

She saw the stunned look on his face and decided she needed to explain more on that. “Don’t get me wrong Wonwoo. I still loved you back then, stupidly so in fact. I was so in love with you that I decided that any memory of you, any piece of you I had left, I would still cherish. Even if you didn’t feel the same anymore.” He opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly, pursing his lips as he contemplated her words. She decided she would continue when he didn’t break his silence.

“I filed for divorce at the end of the first term of the pregnancy. But hen my over thinking struck, and you know how I am when I’m alone with my mind.” He did. Of course, he did. Their divorce was the result after all. “I kept thinking I couldn’t do it. How could I raise a child without her father? How would she grow up in this world with only me? I was never the best role model.”

She started to bite her lip, and when he saw her beginning to struggle he leaned forward and settled a hand on top of her clenched hands on her lap. Y/N thought of pulling away, but with all this emotional talk old weaknesses resurfaced. So she let him comfort him as her story resumed.

“When I gave birth to Eunha I didn’t want to hold her. I barely even wanted to look at her.” She looked back at him, their eyes connecting and this time she didn’t look away. “I was so scared and so sad and I felt too much of everything. I didn’t want to hold her because I was so afraid I would drop her or hurt her and that was so terrible of me I know.”

“What happened?” He asked softly, and she could only smile sadly at his effort.

“Post-partum depression.” She heard his breath hitch, and his eyes searched hers quickly, his hand squeezing hers, giving a message she could not understand. “I had gone into labor under distress. The day I went into labor— the day I went into labor was the day I received the news that you signed the divorce papers.”

His eyes bulged at that revelation. He had caused this to happen to her. Caused her to hurt so much. It seemed that even when he didn’t intend to he was still hurting her.

And in that moment, he hated himself more than ever.

He couldn’t say anything. What else did he have to say after that? So he settled for listening, still squeezing her hand. If he hurt her she never said. She never did before. Old habits die hard.

“It took a while before I could hold Eunha in my arms. Almost 3 months. That day, Mom had to go out to do the groceries and we were left alone. Eunha woke up because of a thunderstorm and she just started crying so much and I panicked because Mom wasn’t home.” She felt herself beginning to smile as that particular memory returned to her. “I looked over at the crib and she just cried and cried, and I don’t know what came over me but I picked her up and suddenly I was crying too. I never even noticed that she had stopped crying as I cradled her to my chest. She just stared up at me, her crying mess of a mother. I gave Mom a shock when she got home.”

He waited for her to speak, but it seemed that her story had finished. But he needed to know more.

“Why did you file for divorce?” He asked, feeling himself tremble for fear of her answer. “We could have worked it out… I—I could have tried. We could have talked.”

Y/N looked up at him with eyes so sad, reflecting his own. “Wonwoo we were young, and I was too stupid, and everything happened so fast. When I had enough of feeling worthless and unloved I— I needed to get out.” She sighed, looking away from him once more. “And so I packed my bags, I left… And you never came after me.”

Wonwoo stared at her, his mouth opening and closing again, and again. “Y—You wanted me to come after you?” Stupid Wonwoo, he thought to himself. Stupid Wonwoo and your stupid stupid pride!

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Silence ensued. He was tempted to let it last but he needed to know one more thing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his voice low and rough with tears. “I— Eunha—She… Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

The moment of comfort passed. He watched helplessly as Y/N’s eyes hardened and let her pull her hand away.

“And what? Go back into a loveless marriage? Raise her in a broken home? What else could I have done Wonwoo?” She demanded, standing up and making her way over to the window, staring out so she didn’t have to look at him. “I thought about it for years and I did what I felt was best. I didn’t want to raise her in a house with no love. She wouldn’t be able to call it a home.”

“You’re wrong!”

She hadn’t even noticed that he had strode over to her, until he was whirling her around to face him and clasping his hands on her upper arms. “Wonwoo let go of me!” She shouted, enraged that he had the audacity to tell her she was wrong when he was the one being a jackass!

“No!” He said fiercely, glaring down at her and pulling her closer to his chest. “Never again! You’ve finished talking now let me say my piece.” She clammed up, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I was an asshole. The biggest ass in the universe, I know! I should have been there for you but instead I was selfish and thought of myself, thinking that you would always just be there. Selfishly I forgot about your feelings too, And I know I don’t deserve forgiveness nor did I ever deserve your love.” He shook her slightly, forcing her to look at him even if it was with a glare. “But Y/N, never once in our entire relationship did I ever stop being in love with you. Never once did that ever cross my mind!” He watched as her eyes widened at his declaration. “Fuck Y/N I never stopped loving you at all! I’m still in love with you!”

And now she was the one gaping like a fish out of water. With her too stunned to speak or move, this allowed Wonwoo to wrap his arms around her, pressing his cheek against the top of her head.

“And if you’d let me,” She heard him shudder out, settling a hand on the back of her head to cradle it against his chest. “I want to make it up to you and Eunha. I don’t care if it takes until my death to fulfill it but I want to make it up to you both. I want to show you the love I never showed back then. If you’d let me.”

Please let me, He prayed hugging her closer to him.

And almost as if the universe heard him, he felt a hand grip onto the front of his shirt as Y/N nodded against his chest, and in the quietest voice answered his silent prayer.

“Okay.”

A/N: GOOD NEWS YOU ALL GET A PART 3 :D

I’m still crying over this chapter I got so emotionally involved! I got so involved I forgot about sleeping and wrote this all in one sitting!