Seventeen Songfics

Home Run - Wonwoo (Can't Stop)

"I can't stop the feeling."

In retrospect, maybe it was a bad idea to start with. Asking the quiet, incredibly hard to read man whether he enjoyed spending time with you while he was in the middle of playing a game.

You had been half expecting him to brush it off with a laugh and say something simple like "of course I do." or something similar. 

But the minute the question had left your mouth and he turned to look at you with slightly widened eyes, you wished you could take it back.

And then after a few moments of silence, his response of "can I get back to you?" somehow made it feel even worse.

"Sure," you finally managed. He nodded and went back to the game he was playing. If you'd been paying attention, you might have realized that he was doing considerably worse than he had been before.

How could he describe it?

That thought continued to plague him well after you'd left, and into the next few days. Nothing he could think of seemed to be the correct description. 

It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with you, he did, but that didn't feel like that was enough to respond with after you'd asked him such an important question. 

He went back through some of the group's songs to see if there was anything there he could compare it to, but even that was a dead end. He wasn't sure what exactly he was trying to find, just something better than what his own description was at the time.

"Wonwoo?" you called. He snapped to attention, unaware of how long he'd been staring off into space. "If you're still trying to think of an answer, you can stop. It's not a big deal."

It was the first time you'd been over to see him in about a week, and he still had yet to "get back to you" about his answer. You really didn't know why he wouldn't say anything about it.

"That's not it." He leaned his head back against the couch and groaned. "There's a way to describe it, this feeling, but I can't figure out the words."

"Wonwoo, I enjoy spending time with you. It's that simple."

"But there's a feeling."

"Well, what feeling?"

"I don't know!" He ran his fingers over his temples. "But it's there. And it's all the time when you're around."

"Happy?"

"Not quite."

"Sad?"

He gave you an unamused look. "No."

"Excitement? Anger? Frustration? Proud?" He shook his head at every one, pausing slightly at 'proud'.

"That's closer," he said after a moment. "It's....like pride and relief and that adrenaline rush that I get...."

"Wonwoo?"

"There's a moment when we step off stage after a really good show, where we're all riding this performer's high," he said slowly.

"Spending time with me is like performing on stage?"

"I'm not saying they're a perfect comparison, but they're pretty close...." he grumbled.

"Well that's a pretty big honor. Thank you."

 He smiled softly. "You're welcome. And I mean that."

You used to think that Wonwoo never really worried about anything. But it was obvious from this example that he always tried to take your feelings into account and do the most to show it.