this is how we fall || kim sunwoo

nine

Not going to the party was a lie that you told Sunwoo—an excuse so that you would have no reason to ever see him again. The problem was that this agreement hadn’t only left you with a broken heart, but it also brought you back to square one: you still do not have a plus one for Eric’s party.

From the outside, Eric’s house looks massive. He has fancy lights installed at every corner, lighting up the exterior walls every couple of feet. Jacob pulls into the driveway slowly and turns back to give you a worried glance just before the three of you step out.

The interior of his house is just as impressive. A chandelier hangs in the front foyer, and symmetric spiral staircases spread off to either side. Eric stands near the front, a drink in hand, and his permanently loud smile written all over his face. He greets you with an equally loud hug.

“Congrats on your engagement,” you manage to squeeze out from beneath his arms tightly wrapped around you.

“Y/N, how long has it been?”

“Considering the last time I saw you was when you were single?” you laugh. “Yeah, it’s been a while.”

Eric lets go of you to peer behind you. “Oh, where’s your boyfriend?”

“Um, he wasn’t feeling very well so…” A lame excuse but it’s the best you could come up with at the moment. “Yeah, he’s not coming.”

“That’s okay,” Eric’s face falls for the briefest second before it lights up again. “Oh, you even brought the Hyunjae? What a rare sight!” And then he goes off to wrap Hyunjae and Jacob in a big hug before dragging them off into the living room. At least he wouldn’t be the one questioning you about your non-existent fake boyfriend tonight.

You follow along, sticking to the walls in the hopes you’d be just as invisible as wallpaper. Even though you haven’t spotted Juyeon yet, this was what you feared the most—being amongst your college crowd brought back feelings you hadn’t touched in years. But soon, it gets a little easier when Eric pulls you with him to greet everyone around the room, and so you catch up with Haknyeon and Kevin, and then later, you say hi to Chanhee and Changmin.

It isn’t until you reach the kitchen when you finally spot him. Juyeon has his back turned to you, helping with preparations, and beside him, Younghoon greets you silently with a nod as your eyes meet. But before you could plan your escape, you see her. From far away, she looks like just another face in the crowd, but there’s a spark of familiarity as if you’ve seen her somewhere before. Perhaps in one of your clients’ readings that you’ve done over the years. You read somewhere that the brain never forgets faces, after all.

She greets you and then heads over to the kitchen.

“Hey, Juyeon, right? It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she says, holding out a hand. Her voice seems just as familiar as her face, and now you’re sure you’ve seen her before. “I’m Eric’s sister.”

Then she smiles as Juyeon takes her hand. It’s a full smile where she flashes her teeth, and her eyes disappear, and—

The drink you’re holding falls to the floor.

You’re all too familiar with that smile when you’d seen it in the scenes of the fateful reading you did years ago. On an amusement park ride, with one hand in the air and the other in Juyeon’s. On a dancefloor at a wedding—that you now assume to be Eric's—with arms wrapped around him and later, lips against his. And then there was this very moment where their handshake was interrupted by your own glass of wine hitting the floor.

This was the moment when they would meet. The one that you’d been running from all those years ago. The one that would start everything between them.

This is how it happens.

“Are you okay?” She comes rushing to your side without missing a beat, paper towels in hand. “Be careful of the glass.”

But you’re frozen on the spot, unable to feel bad about dropping the glass, and unable to help clean it up. All you know is you have to get out of there as fast as you can. You hear your name being called a few times as you make your way to the door, but you don’t stop until you’re outside and halfway down the steps.

It’s quieter outside and the air is cooler, enough to slow down the thoughts running through your head. You end up sitting on the steps and leaning against the cold metal of the railing in the hopes that it might numb your feelings.

“Y/N? You okay?” a voice mumbles above your ear. It’s familiar for a different reason this time, and you look up to see the person you least expected but wanted the most.

“Sunwoo? Why are you here? I told you I wasn’t going to the party.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but it wasn’t exactly a believable lie,” he gives you a weak smile then sits down beside you on the steps. “I wanted to make sure you’d be okay.”

“I really should’ve stayed home. I knew this would be a bad idea but—” You quickly turn away, trying to get rid of the tear slipping out.

“Hey, Y/N. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” Sunwoo takes off his jacket and wraps it around you, and then gently moves you until you’re leaning against him. Buried in the crook of his shoulder. “Was she who you saw in his future?”

“Yeah, but it's—it’s not just that. This was the moment that I saw in his reading. This is how they meet.”

“This was in your reading?” He tenses slightly. “Damn, that’s tough. Y/N, I don’t even know what to say. I should’ve gotten here earlier to be here with you from the start like we planned.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. But Sunwoo, what have I done? I broke up with him thinking that he would leave me for her one day, so I didn’t want to find out if and when they would meet.” You have to swallow the sob in your throat. “I’ve always held onto the hope that it would be wrong. But now, I got to witness it anyway. Right in front of me.”

“Do you regret your decision?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Well, I don’t know. I’m over him but I just—I hate it so much. Feeling so helpless and unable to do anything about fate.”

A silence stretches out between the two of you, with only the music from the house and the distant rumble of cars filling the night. Even though it hasn’t been a long time since he sat beside you, the warmth of his arms around you and even the rising and falling of his chest are enough to slowly wipe away the worries from earlier.

“Look, I thought about what you said,” Sunwoo breaks the silence, pulling away to meet your eyes instead, “and I don’t think it changes anything.”

You immediately know what he’s referring to. “How does it not?”

He takes a deep breath. “You want to know why I don’t believe in fortune telling? This is exactly why. I don’t like the idea that we are locked into our fates, or that certain things will or won’t happen no matter what choices we make.”

“What about when you really meet them one day? And inevitably fall for them?”

“I get why you would be afraid of that, Y/N, I really do. But none of that matters. When I say I want to be with you, this is my choice. It doesn’t matter who it is that you saw in your reading; I want to choose you and love you on purpose. Not by accident, and not by fate.”

You know he’s right and Jacob was too. This entire time, you’d been trying to run away from a fate that you couldn’t escape, and what you saw today only proved that.

But maybe now, it’s time to stop running.

“Do you really think that we could change things?”

“We can do anything we want to do.” Sunwoo nods firmly. Then he takes your hand, squeezing you gently. “But first, let’s get out of here?”

“Yeah.” You smile for the first time that night and let him lead the way.