Growing up, Ham Wonjin was never one to receive love. Yes, his parents loved him dearly and took good care of him, but he never felt the genuineness whenever they tucked him to bed with a kiss on the forehead, or when they would cheer him on in his karate competition. They truly loved him, they really did, and he feels guilty that he doesn't feel it when he knows he should.
The only real love he's truly felt is when Allen Ma found him breaking down in the men's room when he was on a shift, he felt like the older understood him when he let him cry into his shoulder.
The only love he's felt is with his best friends, surrounding him with all the things he loves and all the fun he's grown to love, even if it was wrecking other people. Park Serim's mom car became more of a home to him than his own room, the smell of smoke whenever Woobin takes a small cig break just outside school is more welcoming than smells of fabulous food.
The only love he's felt is with his best friends, and you.
You came along like an angel, Wonjin thanks God you agreed to tutor Taeyoung, without it he wouldn't know how he would get this far in life.
He's never felt like he's found the thing he's needed most until now.
Wonjin feels safe when he's around you, feels like your embrace has always been his real comfort, waiting for him to come home. Your hands holding his heart feels more in place than anywhere else, your smile that greets him everyday feels more welcoming than Serim's mom car, he would even say.
He feels truly understood when he's with you, like he doesn't even need to speak his problems for you to understand.
He feels most comfortable right now, perched snugly on your lap, your fingers running through his hair as he stares at your face. He admires the chuckle that leaves your lips when your favorite part of 'Home Alone' plays. It's September, you know, but as you always quote, 'it never hurts to start christmas early'.
Wonjin feels the warmth swirling in his chest when you look down at him and pat his cheek gently. "What're you think 'bout, bubs?"
He's thinking of how you're so considerate, constantly checking up on him like right now. He's thinking of how you're so perfect, everything you do amazes him to no end. He's thinking of how he's the one you love. "I'm thinking..."
A new feeling blooms in his chest, similar to the one he feels when he's in one of those moments where time stops when he has fun with his friends. But this feeling... this feeling is stronger. More evident, almost euphoric.
Wonjin smiles up at you, concluding his true feelings when he's with you. "I'm thinking of how much I love you."
YOU ARE READING
𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 || cravity imagines
Non-Fiction↳ your own escape with cravity these are blurbs and drabbles taken from my account on tumblr (@/kravitee) note! : i do not update frequently, and write when i can. I hope you can enjoy my works nonetheless :) for you, luvities!
