― “...Twelve?!”
title → “...twelve?!”
pairing → woo wonjae x female reader.
synopsis → you were always a distant person, it had just been that way since you were a kid. wonjae wasn’t a big fan of how distant you were, which caused him to think the problem was him.
word count → 1.5k.
a/n → i mention cheaper by the dozen in this...why?? because i just watched that movie recently and i still love it even though it’s not really even that good. this was supposed to be out yesterday but i couldn’t get it out in time. sorry about that !!!
“I have to go, I’ll see you tonight though,” You said gathering your things, and stuffing your phone into your bag.
Wonjae opened his mouth to speak up but he was only met with your lips pressed against his for a quick second. You whispered a small, ‘I love you’ before walking out of the front door of your shared apartment.
As you closed the door behind you, he sat on the sofa, letting out a loud sigh. This was the third time in the past two weeks you had canceled on him.
You always had something else to do, whether it be something relating to your career or plans that you friends have forced you into.
When Wonjae asked you to be his, you made him aware of how distant you were. You made sure to tell him how you barely have the time, but he didn’t care. He wanted you and you only.
Now he had truly seen what you had meant.
The only time you had spent with him was in the morning before you left for work or at night when you were already tired from work.
He was sick of it! It had been forever since the two of you had time together. He couldn’t even recall the last date the two of you had gone on. The two of you had been together for three years!
Were you getting tired of him? Did you fall out of love? He couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with you. He loved you. You were his love, his heart, his soul, his everything. He believed you were the one. He didn’t even want to be without you. Just the thought of you no longer wanting him had saddened him.
Today was the last straw. You weren’t going to cancel again. You weren’t going to push him away again. You weren’t going to use any other excuse to get away from him. He pulled out his phone, going to his messages and clicking on your name, which was the first name to appear. It always had been. The pink heart next to your name in his phone, making a small smile appear on his face.
‘My Everything💓’ He remembered that you had put the name in there and he changed his name in your phone to, ‘Wonjae💙’. Much to your dismay, you kept it because he liked it and if he liked it you didn’t want to change it.
He began typing, ‘We need to talk.’
Within a couple of seconds, you had seen the message. Those four words sent chills down your spine, your eyes widening slightly. You were aware of those words and their meanings. You had friends who had gone through similar situations, you had friends who were the ones sending the ‘We need to talk’ message, or as a few of your friends had called it, the WN Double T message.
After staring at your phone for a few seconds you began to type.
‘Okay...what about? Is something wrong, Wonjae?’
He wasted no time in replying back.
‘No, of course not. I just feel like we need to talk when you get home,’ He sent back.
Several thoughts filled your mind, none in which of them were good thoughts.
From that point, you were worried about what would happen when you got home. Several scenarios playing out in your head, most of them ending in the two of you breaking up, which was what you had feared the most.
Your day being brought down from the very beginning of it, just awaiting your arrival home.
Several hours had passed and it was finally time to face the music. It was time to see him and “talk”. You stood in front of your apartment, the scenarios playing inside of your mind, believing Wonjae would be waiting for you as soon as you walked in. You unlocked the door, open it and step in, closing the door behind you.
You were met with Wonjae sitting on the sofa, watching something on the tv. You had sworn you seen his eyes were red.
He turned his head toward you and that’s when you had seen it. He was sad, his eyes were red and puffy. He had been crying.
The sad expression on his face hurt your heart, making your insides cave in on themselves. Before he could stand up and greet you, you rushed to his side, taking his face into your hands gently.
“Wonjae, are you okay? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Why did you cry? Who did something to do you?” You said in a rush, wanting to know.
He sniffled lightly, “Do you love me?”
“What?”
“I said, do you love me? Do you still want to be with me? Do you still want to hold me at night? Do you still want to kiss and hug me? Do you even want to be here with me right now?!” He snapped.
You stared into his sad eyes, seeing much more than sadness behind them. There was anger, there was an annoyance.
“Wonjae, of course, I want all of those things, why...why would you say I don’t?” You questioned.
He stood up, moving away from your soft touch, not wanting to be swayed by you, “You’re so damn distant! You kiss me and tell me goodbye before I can even get my first words of the day out. You’ve canceled on me three times! THREE TIMES Y/N! I don’t even remember the last date we went on! You say you love me but it doesn’t seem like it at all!”
His words stung. They cut deep, deeper than any knife. You hadn’t even noticed he had felt this way. You opened your mouth to speak, only for no words to fall out. Your throat had dried, your mouth left agape.
“Now you have nothing to say?” He questioned, as he balled his fists. He let out a troubled sigh, turning his back to you, causing your heart to break even more than it has. He continued, “If you don’t want me anymore, I’ll just go. I can take a hint, Y/N.”
He stepped away from you, causing you to jolt forward and grab his arm tightly. You spoke, “DON’T GO! IF YOU LEAVE I DON’T KNOW IF I WILL BE ABLE TO TAKE IT!”
Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks, a sniffle leaving your lips. He looked over his shoulder, seeing your crying face. He hated when you cried. It always managed to break his heart.
“I do love you! I love you so much! I love you more than I love anything on the face of the earth. I’m so sorry I made you feel like I didn’t love you. I’m sorry that I made you cry, made you sad, canceled on you. Wonjae, you’re the only one for me,” You began, wiping your eyes and cheeks, freeing them of your salty tears, “I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t love you. You’re the love of my life. My everything, my heart, my soul. I’m just...” You trailed off.
“You’re just what?!” He snapped.
“I’m just distant!” You answered, “You know how I am. You know how I don’t like to be close. It’s just how I am. I don’t mean to be so distant. I guess...I never noticed distant I truly was from you. I’m so sorry. But please...please don’t―”
He pulled you into a tight hug, almost knocking the wind out of you. You gasped lightly before returning his hug, with the same amount of love, the same amount of passion. You rested your head on his chest, sniffling.
“Please, please don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it. You think I don’t love you when I do. You’re the only man for me. The one I want to be with forever, the one I want to marry, the one I want to be the father of my future children.”
“Children?” Wonjae repeated.
“Mhm, children.”
He let out a soft giggle, leaning down slightly press a kiss to the top of your head, giving you another tight squeeze, making you relax in his arms, “How many?”
You hummed lightly as if you were thinking, “Maybe two or three.”
“Oh thank god. I thought you were going to say seven or something.”
“What?! Seven?! Are you crazy?!” You laughed, “You think I want seven little versions of us running around?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “You’re really good with kids so I thought you possibly wanted a lot of kids.”
“I love kids, yes, but I am NEVER pushing seven kids out of this body! This is not Cheaper by the Dozen.”
He tilted his head to the side slightly, “Cheaper by the what?”
“You haven’t seen Cheaper by the Dozen?!” You pulled away with a look of shock on your face, “The movie where they have twelve kids!”
“THEY HAVE TWELVE KIDS?! TWELVE?!”
