this is how we fall || kim sunwoo

six

Surprisingly, Sunwoo agrees to re-enacting the third and final scene of the vision. You were sure that he would say no, that he definitely wouldn’t appreciate having a stranger barge into his home for this one. At this rate, maybe if you told him you were going skydiving he’d have agreed to that too.

It isn’t difficult for you to tell him what happens this time when it’s just slow dancing, which should be easy to re-enact at least compared to the kiss at the market. All you have to do is rest your hands on his shoulders and then step side to side to the beat of the music. How hard can it be?

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Hyunjae peers at you from the doorway of the bathroom. “You barely managed to escape from this guy during your first meeting, and now you’re walking right into his home.” He comes closer to where you’re checking your outfit in front of the mirror, and says in a loud whisper, “Where you’ll be alone with him.”

Right, that was the part that you were trying not to think about.

“You sure you can handle it? After,” he gestures in the air, “what happened at the market and all.”

Internally, you grumble. Externally, you ignore him.

“I know you’re picturing that steamy kiss,” he rolls his eyes, which you can all too clearly through the mirror. “But anyway, if you’re sure about going to his place tonight, just remember to be safe, yeah? Share your location just in case. Hold your head if you’re about to jump out of another moving car.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend you should be bothering instead?”

That earns you an enthusiastic nod. “He should be coming soon. So take your time on your date tonight.”

There’s peace when you finally step out, leaving your roommate mid-sentence about how you picked another terrible outfit.

You’re the first to arrive at the restaurant, though it isn’t long before you spot Sunwoo a block away—he’s late for your date and clearly running to make up for it by the way he zooms by other people on the street, nearly knocking them over when he gives a big wave.

“Sorry for being so late,” he pants as he bends over to catch his breath. “Thank you for waiting.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “Guess that makes us even. But I hope you didn’t trip on your way here.”

“Nah,” that puts an instant grin on his face. “I just had to clean up the apartment a little. Well,” he pauses, the grin fading, “a lot. Couldn’t have it be a mess for when you come over tonight.”

“Oh.” You still don’t know why he would agree to all this, especially if it takes that much work.

The dinner goes well. It’s one of the few moments of peace, considering your first meal together was ruined by the remnants of your nasty fall, and the market date was interrupted by an abrupt awakening. Though you don’t exactly see these events as losses when your memories were still brimming with Sunwoo’s gentle touch when he bandaged your hands, and the warmth of his lips fitting so perfectly with your own. And tonight? You know that there will be another moment for you to commit to memory forever.

When you arrive at your destination, you finally understand why he was late for your dinner. The place is spotless; unlit candles filling the room, a bottle of wine with empty glasses on the counter. Flowers in a beautiful vase on the table. It’s like he’d spent all day running around just to set up for this moment.

“It’s presentable, right?” Sunwoo cracks a smile, slipping off his shoes and sliding his jacket onto the rack, followed by taking your coat as well. “Not sure how it’s supposed to happen, but I figured I should at least try to make it—well, as romantic as possible.”