Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Female ReaderGenre: fluff, hurt/comfortWarning: wonwoo is a god sent of a manThis fic was inspired by "pov - ariana grande"
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You've seen people stutter, in loss for words when they're asked "What's the best thing that has ever happened to you?" If you were to be asked the same question a year ago, you might've did the same thing. Stutter and be in loss for words.
But if they ask you the very question today. You can pridefully answer with a happy smile plastered all over your face, "Jeon Wonwoo."
All your life, you've seen people being happily in love, for it to only last a short amount of time. After the sweet lovey dovey period pass, come the storm. The storm that would leave people in tears, heartbreaks upon heartbreaks and never ending travesty.
Past relationships of yours did nothing to break the stereotypes. Every single relationship ending with misery. Making you realize that it's not worth the pain if you ever decided to try again.
But then, Wonwoo happened.
It's like he got superpowers. Jumping straight out of you deepest fantasy. Breaking every fear and accusations. Granting you all the wishes you're even too scared to dream of. The embodiment of the perfect man.
The first time you met Wonwoo was at a football game. He was dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. Very appropriate for the late September weather.
Wonwoo was calm, he wasn't loud. Unlike his friends who was hollering the whole entirety of the game, he only threw a couple excited 'Yes!' every now and then. Making him stand out even more.
"Who's that?" you finally give in and ask one of your friends. Can't help yourself from glancing over to his direction way too many times.
"Which one? Be more specific. There's literally a dozen guys if not more over there."
"That one, the one with glasses." you try to conceal your pointing fingers with your purse. "Does he even go here? Haven't seen him before."
Your friends started laughing. Landing them a confused annoyed look from you, "Bitch, don't even think about it. He's way too good for fucked up bitches like us."
Rolling your eyes, you glance at his direction one last time. Your friends are right, he's probably too nice for an insecure heartless girl like yourself. You don't even believe in love anymore. Not after all the heartbreak you went through.
"Guess you're right. Relationships are a waste of time anyway."
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"Excuse me, is this seat taken? Wouldn't wanna bother you but everywhere else is taken. Sorry." a deep voice penetrates through the lofi music playing from your airpods.
You turned your head with a slight annoyance and was about to snap only to find the mysteriously calm guy from that home game a couple of weeks ago. This time dressed in a warm beige pullover contrasting his jet black hair.
You took a few seconds to soak in his appearance. His eyes were the sharpest thing you had ever seen despite being covered with his glasses. And his nose was red, probably due to the rapid drops of temperature in the early November weather.
"Yeah, sure. It's yours." you nod, trying your best to look away.
"Thank you." he calmly say before taking the only empty seat next to you. Mid-term week would have the library filled up to the brim.
