this is how we fall || kim sunwoo

eight

Sunwoo stops texting you.

It should be a good thing; now you would both return to your normal lives and pretend like this entire thing never happened. But even though you know all this, there’s still something weighing you down. It weighs down each step you take, becoming a salient presence that you can’t seem to wrap your mind around.

And even despite knowing that your relationship with him was just temporary, that you would be no more than a filler until the person in his future arrives, you still look over at your phone with the hopes that maybe the notification would be from Sunwoo. You can’t help but want him to still want you.

“You’re in your head again, you know,” Hyunjae jabs you in the arm, bringing you away from the thoughts and back to where you’re seated in your living room. “Can’t you think more quietly?”

“Can’t you shut up for once?”

“See? I told you he was an asshole!” He flicks a piece of popcorn over at you, hitting you perfectly on the head. “I told you that he was all kinds of bad news. Didn’t I say you’re too nice for your own good? I knew something like this would happen.”

“You said,” you roll your eyes at him, throwing the piece of popcorn back, “that he might try to kidnap me. And to stop being so nice to hot people—no, I’m not making an exception for you.”

“He really said that last part?” Jacob asks incredulously.

You nod. Hyunjae shakes his head.

Jacob clicks his tongue at his boyfriend and sighs with disbelief. “So about this fate thing. I know you believe you’re not the one in Sunwoo’s future, but do you think a relationship with him is something worth pursuing regardless?”

“Why would it be worth pursuing if I know it’ll just end?”

“Well, how do you know that for sure?” Jacob puts a hand on your shoulder and pats you comfortingly. Shakes his head a little. “Y/N, maybe you weren’t meant to see his partner’s face. Look at the rest of us—we don’t have your abilities and we all go through it blindly. I started dating Hyunjae because I liked him, and not because I knew that he was the one who would be appearing in my future.”

“But—” you start, and then stop. It takes a few replays of Jacob’s words to let their meaning sink into your head.

“Hey,” Jacob continues, “if you think this is something worth going for—and by the way you’ve been moping around, it sure seems that way—then you should talk to him. See what he thinks.”

Maybe Jacob is right, and part of you really wants to believe him, but you can’t help but think that you should be using the information you have to your advantage. Surely, your ability has to be a blessing at some point, right? Wasn’t it a good thing to put an end to your relationship with Sunwoo now so that it wouldn’t hurt even more later?

“You never know what could happen in the future.” It’s as if Jacob could hear your thoughts. “Maybe the future can change. Or it really could be you; there may be other people who could fit into what you saw but that doesn’t discount the possibility that it’s you.”

“Yeah, yeah. All this talk is nice but that doesn’t mean that Sunwoo isn’t just an asshole who’s playing with you,” Hyunjae stuffs a handful of popcorn in his boyfriend’s mouth and turns to you with a serious look. “You need to think this through, okay? Do you really like him or do you just like the attention he gives you?”

“Y/N can’t possibly fall for someone that easily, right?” comes out muffled from where Jacob is still trying to chew through the popcorn. He raises a brow at you.

Hyunjae rolls his eyes. “You’d be surprised.” Then he turns back to you. “Do you really like him or do you just like kissing him?”

It’s as if you’re being scrutinized when Jacob also peers at you, searching your face for answers. Maybe the heat on your cheeks is enough to provide one.

“Do you really like him, or do you just enjoy fixing broken people?”

“Um—”

“Do you really like him or is he just hot?”

Jacob snorts. “By that standard, I’m quite surprised that Y/N never had a crush on you.”

“They did—” Hyunjae quickly stops himself, but it’s too late. Jacob’s judging eyes are already on you, making you slowly sink into the couch, hoping you could disappear.