Jungwon recognized this, he recognized all of that, and he respected you even more for that; before being lovers, you were best friends, at least since 11 he was there as your safety net, your warm hug on a cold day, your peace when you were too stressed to keep it together. 

Like the time you were crying into Jungwon while he was giving you a hug after a boy called you dumb for failing Math—even though you barely passed in kindergarten, and it's not like you weren't trying, you were visibly upset, and that wasn't going to change over night. And just like that you were crying into Jungwon's arms instead of saying anything else that could make things worse for you. The next day the boy was on his knees apologizing like he was about to die.  

At 15, when your sense of style started to bloom—modest, expressive, completely your own—your parents weren't impressed. They said it was inappropriate for your age and bought you clothing options that simply... didn't feel like you.

Enormous and ugly, clothes that only intensified the body dysmorphia that you had been disclosing quietly. You told Jungwon everything. He saw the tears fall without any further words. The next day he took you shopping and watched you try things on until your smile looked back at you.

Exam times? A nightmare. Teachers announcing your grades, the immense pressure like lava waiting to erupt under your skin. You would hang your head low, in hopes of holding back tears. laziness. Somebody would have called you careless. You just weren't wired the way the system wanted. You still counted with your fingers, even at 21, and that was okay with him.

After every exam, while others compared answers, Jungwon would sneak off to grab your favorite drink, gently offering it to you with a soft smile.

Jungwon—your Jungwon—was no longer just your sweet best friend, he was now an idol, a member of Enhypen, loved and admired by millions. He was standing there in somewhat formal wear, muscles stretching out the sleeves, holding drinks for you two while being crowded by ex-classmates—mostly the same annoying girls that rolled their eyes at you for being too close to Jungwon.  

They didn't know you were still together. Or maybe they forgot. But he had made it public long ago—confessing his love for you onstage during graduation, handing you lilies as the photography club snapped a photo of your stunned face and soft "yes." That picture lived on.

It was uploaded to your high school's photography page with a caption calling you both the school's sweetest couple. Some fans had already found your Instagram before Jungwon officially confirmed your relationship, piecing things together on their own.

Well, by the time Jungwon came out and said he had a girlfriend, the fans were surprisingly cool with it. They already knew you. Like a fleeting moment. And when Jungwon did his typical Weverse lives, fans would often ask where you were. Jungwon would smile and say, "She's sleeping," or jokingly tell you to make an appearance off camera. You weren't ready to go live, but people already knew what you looked like...and they were fine with it.

Of course, the company was hesitant at first. Dating is usually not part of the contract. But considering the years they watched you two through thick and thin, awkward teenage crushes to public confessing and unconditional support, it was hard to fight it.

But the girls tonight were insufferable. Jungwon walked back to you and handed you your drink, wrapping his hand around your lower back. The same girls were followed behind him, fake smiling and pretending to ask polite questions about your relationship, while squeezing in backhanded remarks. 

"You're so lucky!" said one of them, their eyes lingering on Jungwon's arm. "He looks so... put together now. It's surprising that he's still dating someone like you." You offered a polite smile and held your drink a little tighter.

"Jungwon, didn't that horoscope thingy say you were better matched with someone bold and confident? Someone who doesn't cry all the time?" another girl chimed in, laughing like it was funnily innocent.

That was it.Jungwon's jaw clenched. "That's enough," he said, his voice still steady although it was cold now. "You don't know anything about her and even if you did, I love her just the way she is."

He didn't raise his voice but the girls suddenly looked a little smaller. They looked embarrassed. Jungwon turned to you, and brushed his thumb over your knuckles softly. "If anything," he said louder, looking mostly only at you, "I'd rather be with someone who feels. Someone who cries when it matters. Someone who is real."

You smiled gently at Jungwon's words, feeling warmth in your chest as he entwined your fingers with his again. He was gentle, stable—a nice man who makes sure to take care of you when you forget to take care of yourself.

And yes, you had sensitive quiet days. But that didn't mean you couldn't be fearless when it mattered. You blinked softly at the girl who made the horoscope comment and tilted your head slightly, your tone soft but with a sharp confidence layer to it.

"Didn't take you for someone who stalks birth charts. Obsessed much? You keep tabs on my man and me that closely?" You let out a tiny laugh. "Didn't you cheat on Ricky 'cause he wasn't giving you enough attention, then crawl back like nothing happened?"

A few muffled laughs stirred from the nearby tables. Jungwon raised his brows, holding back a grin.

Then you turned to the other girls.

"And I vaguely remember y'all calling Jungwon a 'stray dog' back in the day. Said he was too skinny. Too soft. Too feminine." You took a slow sip of your drink before meeting their eyes. "Funny how now you're all lined up hoping for a shot with him."

The silence? Loud.Jungwon laughed lowly under his breath, shaking his head while your friends nearby stifled their giggles. He pulled on your hand gently. "Okay, before you kill off their whole bloodline," he said playfully, pulling you away as the room was filled with whispers and laughter.

He led you in the direction of the tables to the start of the class reunion speeches. The whole thing had turned into a blend of school reunion and fan reunion: half of the people were old classmates, while the other half were fans still in shock of seeing you together in person.

Jungwon didn't mind though. Not when they were nice to you, asking politely for a photo with all of you, complimenting you, and treating you kindly.Later on, as the DJ announced a dance,

Jungwon didn't even ask, immediately grabbing your hand. "Dance with me?"

You smiled. "Always."

You swayed to the slow song, his hands secure at your waist, your head resting against his chest. Then the DJ switched it up, playing a few Enhypen songs—your friends screamed—and the dance floor lit up with energy. You vibed together, your friend group joining his, some dancing like no one was watching, others just taking silly videos and polaroids.

There was a group photo with both your friend groups, then one with just you two. Jungwon's arms were comfortably around your waist, his lips grazing your cheek. You were giggling into the camera, glowing. One of your friends uploaded that photo to their story and tagged you both so you could repost it later.

Somewhere along the line, when your dress was riding a little higher because you were laughing and spinning around, Jungwon picked up on how some of the guys were eyeing your legs. Silently, he placed himself behind you and pulled down the hem of your dress and placed his hand on your skin to shield you from their gazes.

You turned around confused, then realized what he was doing, your cheeks getting warm. "You're so dramatic."

He just smirked. "You're mine."

That little moment? Yeah, one of your friends caught it on camera and uploaded that too. And when those pictures were posted to your IG story and began to circulate on fan accounts, the comment sections were popping off.

Top comments under the reunion pictures:

"Why does Jungwon look like he bench presses loyalty and boyfriend energy?"

"His hand placement is respectful but also like—'she's mine, back off.' I'm eating this UP."

"Y/n's dress is hugging in all the right places. They're the real power couple fr."

"The way he adjusted her dress like it's second nature... UGH I LOVE THEM."

"Y'all saw his biceps right? He's not the 'skinny and soft' boy anymore. He's built like a man who'd kill you politely."

"I love how they look like best friends and lovers. It's giving long-term, it's giving unbothered royalty."|

NOTES -> I ACTUALLY WANTED TO MAKE THEM SUPER CUTESY IDK... !! let me know in the comments if you liked thiss! 💗💗

The Enhypen dorm was unusually quiet that night.

No music playing. No sounds of video games. No laughter or bickering filling the air.

It was an eerie kind of silence—one that carried an almost suffocating anticipation.

Jungwon sat on the couch in the dimly lit living room, his leg bouncing slightly as he glanced at the clock. The air was thick with suspense, but he remained patient, his fingers drumming lightly against his knee. He had learned that good things come to those who wait.

And he knew that tonight would be worth it.

Heeseung, their oldest, stood near the door, arms crossed, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Sunghoon and Jay whispered amongst themselves, their eyes flickering toward Jungwon every so often. Sunoo and Jake exchanged grins, while Ni-ki, the youngest, was practically vibrating with excitement.

They had been planning this for weeks.

Jungwon knew something was coming. His members had been teasing him about it constantly, making cryptic comments, dropping hints.

“You’re gonna love your present, hyung,” Ni-ki had grinned just the other day. “It’s something really, really special.”

“Or rather… someone,” Jay had added with a knowing smirk.

Jungwon had merely smiled in response, a part of him already suspecting what they meant.

You.

You had occupied his thoughts for so long. He had always been good at hiding things—being the second youngest in the group meant he had to be clever, subtle. The others underestimated just how deep his obsession ran.

But they knew.

They had seen the way he spoke about you, the way he lingered when you were mentioned, the way his normally composed expression softened whenever you were near.

And tonight, they had decided to give him the one thing he truly wanted.

A rustling sound came from the hallway. Heavy footsteps. The sound of a struggle. A muffled whimper.

Jungwon’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening into a fist.

The door creaked open, and Heeseung and Jay stepped inside, dragging something—someone—behind them.

His heart nearly stopped.

It was you.

Wrists bound with soft, silky restraints. A black blindfold covering your frightened eyes. Your clothes slightly wrinkled, your body trembling.

You were scared. Confused. Helpless.

And it was perfect.

The others watched Jungwon’s reaction closely. Sunghoon nudged Ni-ki, and the youngest barely held back his laughter.

“Happy birthday, hyung,” Ni-ki grinned, stepping forward and giving Jungwon a pat on the back.

Jungwon’s lips parted slightly, his eyes never leaving you.

Slowly, he stood up, his movements precise and calculated. He approached your trembling form, crouching slightly so that he was at eye level—even if you couldn’t see him yet.

Your breathing was erratic, your body tense. He could feel the fear radiating from you.

Gently, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. You flinched.

His smile widened.

“Shhh,” he whispered, his voice dangerously soft. “There’s no need to be scared, love.”

You let out a muffled noise of protest, shaking your head, but Jungwon only sighed, tilting his head in amusement.

“Don’t be like that,” he murmured. “My members worked so hard to bring you to me. It would be rude to refuse such a thoughtful gift, don’t you think?”

Tears pricked at your eyes beneath the blindfold, and your breaths came out in short, panicked gasps.

Heeseung chuckled. “I told you he’d like it.”

Sunoo leaned against the wall, smirking. “Like it? He looks like he’s in love.”

Jungwon ignored them. His focus was entirely on you.

He reached behind your head, his fingers carefully undoing the knot of your blindfold. The fabric slipped away, and you blinked rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the dim light.

The first thing you saw was him.

Jungwon’s dark brown eyes locked onto yours, filled with something unreadable—something intense. His grip on your chin was gentle but firm, keeping you from looking away.

“You look even more beautiful up close,” he murmured.

Your eyes darted around frantically, taking in the situation. The other boys stood around, watching with amusement, none of them making any move to help you.

Panic surged through you.

“Please,” you croaked, your voice shaking. “Let me go.”

Jungwon’s expression didn’t falter. If anything, his smile grew softer.

“Let you go?” He echoed, tilting his head. “Oh, sweetheart… I don’t think you understand.”

His hand trailed down, fingers grazing over your bound wrists before he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You’re mine now.”

Your body stiffened.

The room erupted into laughter.

“Aish, he’s already acting like a lovesick puppy,” Sunghoon teased. “We really did the right thing, huh?”

Jake snorted. “Of course we did. Jungwon never asks for anything. It was only fair we gave him what he really wanted.”

Jungwon hummed in agreement, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

You shuddered.

“You should be grateful,” Heeseung mused. “Not many people get to be loved this much.”

You swallowed hard, trying to pull away, but Jungwon tightened his grip.

His gaze darkened.

“Ah ah,” he chided. “Don’t fight it, love. You’ll only make things harder for yourself.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and for a brief moment, you saw something shift in his eyes—something softer, more affectionate.

He reached out, cupping your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “Please—”

Jungwon sighed, then glanced at the others. “Could you guys give us a moment?”

His members exchanged glances before smirking knowingly.

“Don’t do anything too crazy,” Sunoo teased before leading the others out of the room, leaving you alone with Jungwon.

As soon as the door shut, the air grew heavier.

Jungwon exhaled softly, his hands sliding to rest on your shoulders.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” he whispered. “This is for the best. We are for the best.”

Your body trembled.

“You belong to me now, (Y/N).”

His smile was warm, but his grip was unyielding.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Your breath hitched.

Because, somehow, you knew—

There was no way out.

The room felt suffocating now that you were alone with him. Jungwon’s presence loomed over you, heavy with unspoken words and promises that left a knot of dread in your stomach. He hadn’t moved, but his eyes never left you—studying you, like a predator eyeing its prey.

You tried to pull your hands free from his grip again, but it was useless. His hold on you was too firm, too strong, as if he already knew you might try to escape.

“You won’t get away,” he murmured softly, his voice almost affectionate. “I told you before… you’re mine now.”

The way he said it—so calm, so matter-of-fact—made your blood run cold.

You felt tears prickle at your eyes again. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want him to be so close.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Let me go. I’ll do anything—just please…”

Jungwon’s fingers brushed across your cheek, wiping away the stray tear that had slipped down. His thumb lingered there for a moment longer than necessary, a slight smile on his lips.

“You really think I’ll let you go?” His voice was laced with something darker now. “I told you, I’ve waited so long for this. I’m not going to let you leave.”

His grip tightened just a fraction, making it clear that your attempt to escape was futile. There was no hope for you now.

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. Maybe if you played along, you thought, he’ll loosen up a bit. If I act like I’m okay with it, maybe he’ll stop this.

“I… I won’t try to run away,” you said softly, forcing the words out through the lump in your throat. “I just… I just need a little time.”

Jungwon’s smile widened, but his eyes remained cold.

“Time?” he repeated, as if savoring the word. “Oh, you’ll have all the time in the world, sweetheart. But you don’t need time to understand. You already know, don’t you?”

You shook your head, heart hammering in your chest.

Jungwon’s hand shifted to the back of your neck, gently tilting your head up so you were forced to look at him. His thumb grazed the edge of your jaw, then slid down to your throat, resting lightly there, like a silent reminder of his power.

“Everything you need is right here,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “You don’t need anyone else.”

You flinched, but it didn’t seem to phase him. If anything, it only made him smile more.

“You can’t understand now,” he continued, his voice low and almost tender, “but one day you will. I’ll make sure of it.”

The door clicked open again, and your heart skipped a beat, hoping—praying—that someone would come to rescue you. But instead, it was Heeseung, followed by Jay and Sunghoon. They stood at the doorway, observing with unreadable expressions.

Jungwon didn’t even look at them. He didn’t need to.

“You’re doing great, hyung,” Heeseung said with a nod, a trace of amusement in his voice. “She’s already starting to understand, huh?”

Jungwon’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he responded, his voice just above a whisper. “She’ll get there. I’m patient.”

You felt your stomach twist. What did he mean by that?

“Let’s leave them alone for a bit,” Jay added with a playful grin, his tone light, but his eyes betraying something else—something dark. “It’s his birthday, after all.”

They left without another word, and once again, you were left alone with Jungwon.

But this time, his demeanor shifted. His fingers, which had been gently caressing your skin moments before, now gripped your shoulders more firmly. He pulled you closer until your chest was almost pressed against his. You could feel his breath against your skin, warm and steady, but there was an edge to it now—something that made your body stiffen.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just trust me, (Y/N). I know what’s best for you.”

Your heart hammered, panic rising in your chest. He was too close. His scent was overpowering, and the space between you felt like it was closing in.

“I’ll make you happy,” he promised, his voice soft but full of determination. “Just let me take care of you. You’ll see, you’ll want this.”

Your chest tightened, and you pushed against him instinctively. No, you thought desperately. This isn’t right. This can’t be right.

Jungwon’s hand tightened on your wrist. “Please,” he whispered, his voice now strained. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to be happy, to be mine… forever.”

You stared up at him, your mind racing. You wanted to scream, to fight, but the fear that gripped you was paralyzing. His eyes—those dark, intense eyes—held a kind of unwavering certainty.

This was his world. And in this world, you belonged to him.

He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against your forehead. “We’ll be perfect together. I promise you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again. You weren’t sure whether it was the weight of his promises, or the desperation in your heart that made it so hard to breathe.

You were trapped. There was no escape.

The atmosphere was heavy with the silence that stretched between the two of you. Jungwon’s hands remained on you, his grip gentle but firm, as if he were trying to reassure you that you were safe in his arms, even if everything else in your mind screamed the opposite.

He tilted your head up gently, his gaze softening just a little. “You haven’t wished me happy birthday yet, (Y/N),” he said, his voice calm but filled with an almost childlike expectation.

You froze. Wishing him happy birthday? The thought felt foreign on your tongue, considering everything that had happened. But his eyes… those eyes, filled with that unnerving intensity, made you hesitate.

“I… I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking. The words felt so unnatural, but you could tell this meant something to him. You couldn’t explain why, but something told you that this one small act would change everything. It was a strange thing to hope for—your wish to make him happy.

“Happy… happy birthday, Jungwon,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

A smile spread across his face, and it was different from the possessive, dark smiles he’d given you earlier. This one was soft, almost affectionate, and it made something inside you tighten. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way he looked at you made you feel, for just a fleeting moment, like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t entirely trapped.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice tender now. His hands gently cupped your face, and for a moment, you saw him as he truly was—a boy who had longed for attention, affection, and perhaps love, but in his own twisted, broken way. “You don’t know how much that means to me.” His words were sincere, almost vulnerable.

You nodded quietly, unsure of what to say or do. The shift in his demeanor confused you. The same boy who had locked you in this room, held you captive with his gaze and his promises, was now the one who looked… almost content. For a moment, he wasn’t the obsessive, possessive Jungwon. He was just… Jungwon.

“I’ve waited so long for this day,” he continued, his voice low and almost dreamy, as if lost in thought. “And now that you’re here with me, I feel complete.”

The words should have scared you, but something about the way he spoke them softened the overwhelming fear that had been gripping your chest. Perhaps it was the gentleness in his touch or the way his voice trailed off, like he was savoring the moment. For a brief second, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

Then, without warning, he pulled you into an embrace, and though it was still possessive, there was a warmth to it now—almost like a comfort you hadn’t expected.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Jungwon whispered against your ear, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “And I don’t want you to be alone, either. You’re mine now, and that means I’ll always be here… for you.” His voice was filled with a strange mix of desperation and affection.

You stiffened at his words, unsure of how to react, but you didn’t fight it. Something about his rawness, his vulnerability, made you hesitate. His words were laced with a twisted form of love, but there was also a subtle pleading in his tone—something almost human, as if he wanted you to see him as more than the person he had forced you to be around.

“I won’t let anyone take you from me,” he added softly, his voice thick with promise. “Not ever.”

As he pulled away slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes, the flicker of emotion behind them made your heart ache. He was a boy who had been broken by the world, who didn’t know how to love without clinging to obsession, without being consumed by it. He was twisted, yes, but there was something human in him too.

He smiled again, a real smile, as if he finally felt the warmth of your presence. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever received, (Y/N). Thank you for making my birthday so perfect.”

The words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. And despite everything—despite the fear that had once gripped you—you couldn’t help but feel a reluctant acknowledgment. Maybe, just maybe, you weren’t completely lost in this situation. Maybe there was a part of you that had the power to change how this would all unfold.

For now, you decided to hold onto that thought, as faint and fragile as it seemed. Because, at the very least, you knew that your choice to wish him happy birthday had made a difference.

You suddenly remember that Jungwon, your boyfriend recently wrote a new song for their upcoming album and decided to listen to the demos he sent you.

Hundred Broken Hearts

Oh, how you missed his sweet, sweet voice. The more you listened to the song, the more it made you want to desperately run into his arms and give him the sweetest kiss ever, letting him know how badly you have missed him.

Moonstruck

Listening to this song had you blushing from the beginning till the end. You can't help but imagine how far you and Jungwon have gone in this relationship. You can't even lie and say that it has you giggling and blushing like a little girl at some parts of the song.

After listening to the song demos, you couldn't help but send a message to your significant other. 

“I miss you so much, love.”

“Please come back soon.”

You know it's a bit early in the country where he is right now. Even if you message him right now, it would probably take him hours till he can finally reply back to you. However, it seems like fate has other plans for you, and soon your phone starts to ring.

Bzz bzz bzz

The phone continues to ring, making you check to see who is calling you at this late hour.

“It’s Jungwon!” You say. Smiling and answering the phone call from your boyfriend.

Phone call [jungwon]

You: hey babe!

Jungwon: Hey honey bunz. I missed you!

You: why are you up so early? You should sleep more!

Jungwon: I couldn't stop thinking about you all night, I couldn't even sleep a wink. You hear him chuckle on the other side.

You: hey! I can hear laughter, you know. You say pouting. I’m just worried you haven’t got the rest you need, with that hectic  schedule you guys have with that tour. 

Jungwon: Don't worry babe, I’m doing just fine. You know I’m a strong guy so don’t stress about it, okay?

You: Fine.. if you say so.

Jungwon: anyways!! I wanted to call you since I wanna just spend my day off talking to my one and only love and talk about how we met.

You: I was literally just thinking about that too!

Jungwon: Remember that one time at the park? Where we first met?

You: Yeah, and please don’t remind me. I looked so ugly that night. You even had to see my ugly crying face.

Jungwon: Oh please! You looked beautiful! If anything, me seeing you that night was when I first fell for you.

Jungwon: You could say that it could have been ‘love at first sight’

You chuckle at his response.

You: I had mascara running down my face and you’re telling me you fell for me that same night?

Jungwon: Mhmm. He hums. I really did!

You: Stop lying. You protest back. 

Jungwon: Anyways let's move on from that.

You: Actually, I’m thinking of going on a walk to that same park right now. Should I?

Jungwon: Sure! Whatever eases your mind, cutie. 

You: Let me get ready and I’ll call you again when I get to the park.

Jungwon: Alrighty then. Stay safe and make sure to look left and right when crossing. I love you

You: yes mother. I love you too.  You say jokingly as you end the call with Jungwon.

You put your phone down as you walk over your dresser to put on one of the hoodies that was given to you by your boyfriend. “This should keep me warm enough.” you say as you also put a beanie and sneakers on to complete your look.

“I’m so glad the park is only a few blocks away from my place.” you say with relief as you cross the empty street towards the entry of the park. “I should probably call him again.” and not even a few seconds later your call was answered right away.

Phone call [jungwon]

Jungwon: Did you make it safely?

You: Mhmm. You hum softly. I’m by the playground where we always hang around.

You: Wishing you’re right next to me right now.

Jungwon: Just keep wishing then maybe it’ll come true.

You giggle at his silly suggestion and walk over to the swings near the bench you guys first both met. 

You: Maybe I will. You say as you sit yourself on the swing.

Jungwon: Baby.. 

You: Yes?

Jungwon: You know how badly I missed your voice? Your touch? Your kiss? And the way you play with my hair? I missed your everything so badly my love.

You: Me too, love. I miss you so much.

Jungwon: I bet the moon looks just as beautiful as you tonight my love.

Unbeknownst to you, someone, not far from your current location is looking your way and adores how you look at the moon just above you. A sweet and fond smile forms on his lips showing his cute cat-like features.

 You: Saying that while you’re not next to me is just a crime you know. A pout forming on your lips.

A snicker is heard between the trees not far from you causing you to turn your head. You pay no mind to it as you realize you might have just imagined it.

Jungwon: You know each and every word I say is the truth and nothing but the truth. I wouldn’t say something I don’t really mean and you should know that by now. 

You: You win this time, Yang Jungwon.

Jungwon did his best to stay hidden, crouching behind the trees with all the stealth he could muster. He squinted at the lamppost in the distance, watching Y/N pace back and forth as her voice echoed faintly through the phone pressed against his ear.

Everything was going smoothly—well, until the mosquitoes decided to crash his little stakeout.

A couple of them buzzed around his face like tiny, winged nuisances, one especially bold intruder hovering dangerously close to his nose. Jungwon froze, scrunching his face in a valiant effort to hold it back. But the tickle was relentless.

“Achoo!”

The sneeze erupted, louder than he intended, startling even the crickets. He froze, his eyes wide with panic as Y/N’s voice cut off mid-sentence.

“Wait... Was that—” Y/N paused, tilting her head. “Did you just sneeze on the phone? Or… wait, was that from the trees?”

Jungwon mentally facepalmed, realizing his sneeze had betrayed him not once, but twice.

“Uh... bless me?” he mumbled weakly into the phone, but Y/N was already walking toward the lamppost, her curiosity piqued.

“Jungwon?” she called out, stifling a laugh as her eyes scanned the darkened trees.

From his less-than-perfect hiding spot, Jungwon let out a resigned sigh. “Stupid mosquitoes,” he muttered under his breath, preparing to come out before he made an even bigger fool of himself.

“Surprise?!” Jungwon jumps up with both hands mimicking a Peek-a-boo like pose.

You end the call that was still on-going on your phone and wrap your arms around him.

“I missed you so much” You say as you place your hand on his cheeks looking up at him from his chest.

“So much for a cool surprise am i right?” he laughs as he places a soft kiss onto your plum lips. Oh how he missed the touch of your lips right up on his and how long he has waited to finally see you and feel you right up on his arms once again.

“Just as I mentioned earlier. You’re just as beautiful as the moon tonight my love.” he says before continuing on with giving you the most passionate and heart melting kiss you’ve ever had your whole life. The sweet taste of cherry with a mix of strawberry from both yours and Jungwon’s chapstick just couldn’t explain how much you both have been wanting this moment to never stop. A slick of saliva comes out as you both slowly pull away to take a break as you both try to catch your breaths.

“Why are you here?” you ask as you finally realized that your boyfriend who’s supposed to be in America is now back in Korea right in front of you. “Weren’t you supposed to be in America right now with the boys?” you continue to ask.

“I lied and told them I’m homesick and that I’ll join them again in 2 weeks” He chuckled knowing how you’ll probably make this into a big deal.

“What do you mean join them again?? You guys are on a tour, Jungwon wouldn’t you get in trouble when they find out you only came back to see me?” You say as you bombard him with a series of questions not even letting him interrupt you.

“What are you saying, y/n? You are home. You’re my home.” he says as he pulls you by the waist for another hug whilst giving you a small peck on your temples.

You blush at his actions and just lay on his chest as you comfortably feel the beat of his heart slowly rising. The sound of his comforting humming sounds just like a lullaby and you can never explain how much warmth it gives. You slowly lose consciousness as you lay next to your lovely boyfriend knowing nothing is ever going to separate the two of you till the end of the world. 

“Wake up! Wake Up!!” you feel a weak push on your side. Not wanting to wake up, you turn around and ignore whoever is trying to wake you up.

“I said wake up! Wake up, alweady!” the small figure next to your sleeping body grows frustrated as you show no signs of wanting to wake up.

“If you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to tattle on daddy.” the little girl sulks both rosy cheeks puffing out in annoyance.

Just from the word ‘daddy’ got you opening both eyes wide open in shock. “Daddy?” you repeat. “Yeah, Wonnie papa.” the little girl says.

“Daddy said I should wake you up since we're going on a twip today!” the girls exclaim in excitement. 

“Ahh is that what daddy said Yeonie?” you ask your daughter.

“Yup!! I hope we’re going to lotte world today! I’m so excited mommy!” little Yeonie says as she jumps on the mattress. “Well you should get ready then so we can head out soon, alrighty sweety?” you give Yeonie a kiss as you lead her back to her room.

You sigh as you realize the dream was all just a flashback from 3 years ago. The same occurrence happens once every full moon. It's like a little recall on the most heartfelt moment you’ve ever had in your whole life.

“Honey, are you in there?” you hear a familiar voice and a knock on the bedroom door. You open the door not to only see your husband but also your first and last love. Yang Jungwon.

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a/n: sorry for not being able to post for awhile pooks. If I'm being honest I did unfortunately lose the motivation to write for awhile and due to my work schedule i haven't been able to do much on this app;-;;;. I've also had this ff in my drafts for awhile now and haven't been able to finish writing it until now so I hope you guys will love this one.