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la la lost you | seventeen wonwoo

based on niki's la la lost you

visibly anxious, your left fingers are clutching a bit too hard onto your coat's sleeves as your right ones are busy holding your suitcase. your eyes are dead glued to the ground because there would be too much sadness if you were to dare to lift your eyesight. then there is your boyfriend—correction, ex-boyfriend—namely jeon wonwoo standing in front of you, baring the same anxiousness and sadness but flashing a vague smile as a front instead.

suddenly wonwoo pulled your left fingers off, "don't clutch your sleeves too hard, it will wrinkle."

you brought yourself to face the man in front of you and an insane amount of sadness could be seen in your face. to say how your face breaks wonwoo's heart is definitely an understatement.

"see... even little things like this, like telling me not to clutch my sleeves, i don't even know how to do these things without you," you responded with a desperate tone.

"and this is exactly why you need this, why i need this, why we need this," wonwoo sighed. "we've become way too dependent on each other, it's as unhealthy as it could ever be."

you are left speechless for the nth times because the both of you have had enough of this same old conversation. it all started around three months ago when you were offered a work promotion from the new york headquarters.

initially, you wanted to reject the offer since you think it's impossible for you to move across the country without having wonwoo by your side (his work requires him to stay in the west coast for another five years). but wonwoo being the sensible self he is surely pushed you to take the offer, saying that it's ridiculous of you for not taking it just because he won't be there. this difference of perspectives led to consecutive heated debates and eventually a serious fight in which the both of you didn't hesitate to yell harsh things you both actually didn't mean to.

after going through a week of the 'not talking phase', wonwoo made it clear that you both are too dependent on each other hence the relationship had been unhealthy. despite feeling deeply hurt at that time, you knew that it was indeed the truth. so you both broke up and you accepted the promotion.

and now here you are in the airport heading to new york with wonwoo sending you off. right before you tried to find another thing to say, the airport's announcer has called for your flight—it's time for you to go.

"is this truly a farewell?"

wonwoo scored his usual gentle smile instead.

his smile still warms you up the same, "then... can i hug you? for the last time, at least before i go."

"of course you can."

you quickly crushed your body to his and the hug felt beyond comfortable. the way wonwoo embraced you hasn't changed even a little bit since the first time you met—it's still warm, tight, and most importantly it never fails at making you feel secured also contented.

"thank you," you tried your best to flash a smile. "i love you, i still do."

wonwoo didn't answer back.

you wonder while walking yourself through the departure gate, does he not love you anymore?

when you find yourself already seated in the plane, you checked your phone before it takes off. you noticed that you have an unread text from last night that reads,

[Jeon Wonwoo]: Hope New York holds you.

then a new text appeared,

[Jeon Wonwoo]: Hope it holds you like I do.

wonwoo loves you, he still does.

summer july 17th

i stared at the sky a bit too long this morning. it was blue, a little rosy in the corner. as the violet tinted my bare feet, i realized that it's summer now. it's summer and it's july 17th. summer and july 17th remind me of you.

summer and july 17th would have smelled like the sun, warm and vital. but it has been long since i thought about it—you might not be the most genuine definition of warmness and vitality, yet you might be of kindness.

kindness doesn't always come in a sun basked form. it often comes in many spiteful ways. it comes in your unspoken reassurance, it comes in your hidden prayers for wellness—eventually, it comes in a form of farewell so that you and i can grow into more humane humans. it is bitter and it is still kindness.

kindness is versatile. it's something pure, it's something tainted. it's so easy, it's so complicated. it's everything you do in your quarter century of existence.

you embody july 17th, you are summer.

you embody kindness, you are kind.

p. s. happy belated birthday, wonwoo!

[9.06 pm] | seventeen wonwoo

based on wonwoo's part in fronting

[9.06 pm] under the red lights, wonwoo and you stopped by while waiting for it to turn green and continue your way home. the road is slightly wet from the quick downpour and it makes your side profile being captivated in such a dramatic and harsh lighting—in which according to wonwoo, just made your entire existence more beautiful in his eyes.

wonwoo isn't sure where does he get all the sudden boldness but he scored a rather risky question, "what do you think about kissing?"

you whipped your head to face wonwoo's side after hearing his rather risky question. you both kinda know that you have romantic attraction toward each other but too reluctant to confront it, guess it's the time to do something about it.

so you moved one step closer, grabbed wonwoo by his collar, and simply closed your eyes.

it was short but a sweet kiss for sure.

"i was only asking about your opinion in kissing but instead i get to know you're the type to grab someone by the collar and okay with pda," wonwoo chuckled right after the kiss, his nose scrunched cutely in happiness (a bit of tmi but you always find them endearing).

you joined the chuckle, "well, i didn't know you're the romantic type too, asking my opinion about kissing under the red lights."

아 그리고 달이 참 밝네요 | seventeen wonwoo

loosely based on 180906 wonwoo ending ment during ideal cut in japan, enjoy!

it is thursday, specifically a rainy one at night. you have just finished your work and ready to leave the office until a certain notification from your phone caught your attention.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: Are you still up for the dinner? You know that we can always reschedule it.

oh my, the mere mention of his name already made your senses overwhelmed in a good way.

jeon wonwoo is... a childhood friend? your long-time crush? the only one who succeeded at making you feel home by simply looking at his cat-like eyes? well, you like to call him your kindest companion; more than a treasured childhood friend but less than the love of your life despite the thought of you actually loving him seriously has occurred several times—feelings are scary when they involve someone you’ve known your whole life, you thought.

your senses regained their composure and you quickly responded to wonwoo’s text.

[You]: yes, i’m still up. i’ll be waiting outside the building, just text me when you got here.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: Wait inside the lobby, it’s raining.

with that being said, you're doing as wonwoo asked that is waiting for him inside the lobby.

for more context, wonwoo and you are childhood friends. you both used to attend the same school since kindergarten but got ‘separated’ during university and this made you initially assumed that you both would drift apart, though what happened was the total opposite. you both managed to keep in touch by texting and/or facetiming at ungodly hour, either ranting about troublesome projects or breaking down over stressful finals week. you've seen each other in your most vulnerable states and surely it strengthened the bond between.

after a little over fifteen minutes of waiting, your vision caught a familiar tall figure in a typical urban office worker attire, his slightly wet hair almost reached his cat-like eyes, also the round glasses that you always find endearing on him from time to time—it's no other than wonwoo.

"did you wait long? i have the umbrella with me."

"i'm sure you know the answer to that question," you grinned. "you're not the type to make others wait and if it's you i know i can wait for an eternity."

wonwoo just chuckled at your remarks and you both made your way to his car while sharing the umbrella. after putting the umbrella in the backseat, wonwoo drove the way to the agreed restaurant. the restaurant was nice, you both enjoyed the meals and managed to talk about a lot of stuff. then it was almost midnight when wonwoo suggested that he should drive you home soon as the both of you still have work tomorrow.

"i'll walk you until the elevator," wonwoo said as the sight of your apartment's building started to be visible.

"okay."

you've already stepped inside the elevator yet wonwoo is still there—just a few steps in front of the elevator, but instead of facing you, his eyes are glued to the lobby's window that is displaying the night sky. right before the elevator's door got closed, wonwoo turned his back then said-

"oh and the moon is so bright."

suddenly, your mind is being flooded with a particular high school memory. there were wonwoo and you baring younger facial features, wearing the sunkissed school uniforms, sitting next to each other in the town's library after school. he was reading a copy of natsume soseki's cat and you were doing your physics homework. it was quiet until wonwoo said something that you still hold closely until this day.

"did you know that the saying 'the moon is beautiful' or ‘the moon is so bright’ could be interpreted as 'i love you'?"

"hm? no... i guess?" you responded, a bit surprised.

“it is said that when natsume soseki was still working as a high school english teacher,” wonwoo started to explain with his index finger pointing to the name ‘natsume soseki’ on the book he was reading. “he told his students that men shouldn’t say ‘i love you’ blatantly in english, saying ‘the moon is beautiful or so bright’ is enough—it reeks of fragile masculinity and stuff but all things aside, don’t you think it’s such a romantic line to tell your beloved?"

you took a while to process it, “why the moon though? i think the rainbow could have been a better choice instead.”

"it is widely believed that the particular image soseki or at least the people at that time had was someone walking home their beloved at night and during nighttime the thing that stood out the most was the moon, though i have my own opinion about it.”

“i want to know your opinion about it," wonwoo and his thoughts are always interesting anyways.

wonwoo scored a gentle smile, "the moon could be interpreted as the symbol of eternity, it has been going through its phases even before the humanity discovered how the solar system works and might even continue when the world went mad. the moon also always looked so serene and still as if it’s a faithful soul. those traits are valued in the art of loving someone hence the moon is the proper symbol of love.”

you hummed in agreement—see, wonwoo and his thoughts are always interesting.

later the day, wonwoo walked you home. yet right before you close your household's door, he said something with his eyes glued to the night sky.

"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

but somehow the both of you decided to act as if it never happened until this day.

back to the present day.

wonwoo literally just said the same thing with the most similar setting ever—he walked you home at night and said the phrase while his eyes were glued to the night sky. you were in a deep daze over what just happened even after the long warm shower. once you sat yourself on the bed, your phone showed a notification.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: I am sure you understood what I was trying to say earlier though I apologize for being a coward about it,

another notification came in.

[Jeon Wonwoo]: But I meant it, I've always been.

relief, that's all you can feel at the moment.

[You]: the moon is beautiful and so bright too here :)