Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

Like Old Times

Wooyoung's POV:

For some reason, the second San and I laid in bed, I wasn't tired anymore. I wanted to stay awake and enjoy this moment while it lasted. My head was spinning so I've kept my eyes closed, but my mind is at ease thanks to the amount I drank tonight.

The saying 'the best things in life are unexpected' is true. I realized that. I've been wasting away in my apartment for a week because I didn't want to face the world. Misery and suffering has seemed to be the consistent theme. But to see all my friends in one place just to try and cheer me up has meant more to me than I ever could've imagined.

"San." I whispered, unsure if he was awake or not. "Sannie." He hummed in response. "Wake up."

"What's up, baby?" He mumbled. "You okay?" I nodded and sat on top of him. He smiled, keeping his eyes closed. "You're so beautiful."

"You can't even see me." I pouted.

"Don't need to." He shook his head and took both my hands in his while holding them outstretched. "I think you're beautiful every single day."

"No." I denied, not letting him win this argument.

"Well, I think so. And I'll do whatever it takes for you to believe it too."

I rolled my eyes and let go of his hands. His body was a little too distracting so I wanted to trace along his abs. I can't help it, it's a habit. But I don't think anyone can blame me.

"You're so obsessed with me." I teased, forcing away my smile to play the part.

"Because you're perfect."

"Ew." I flicked his nipple as a punishment, making him wince in pain. "See, that's what you get."

"I'll put a shirt on then."

"Do it and I'll cry."

"Then you have to agree."

"I don't need to agree to shit." I sassed playfully, flicking him once again.

"So much attitude tonight, I can't believe it." He teased, rubbing my hips underneath my shirt.

"You did this to yourself, just saying."

"How?"

"You made the dumb decision to marry me, you had to expect just a little bit of attitude."

He brought the back of my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "Best dumb decision I ever made then."

"Still don't regret it?" I tried to play it off jokingly, but I was somewhat serious.

"Why would I?" He sensed my nervousness, becoming more sincere himself.

"You know why."

"Wooyoungie, listen to me." He brought his hand up to my cheek, caressing it gently as he spoke. "Whether you're happy or sad, you're still the best thing in my life. Waking up next to you is the greatest feeling in the world because it makes me feel like I'm doing something right. You're still here, I'm still here. I'm never leaving either; not once have I thought about it. All I want to do is love you, and take care of you, and tell you how beautiful you are every single day. There's no one like you, I'm sure you can admit that. I hate how you think I can easily find someone else and that I'd be better off. It honestly kills me inside. Because there's only one Wooyoung. No one has your laugh, your smile, the little birthmark on your lip, your different shaped eyes, your heart, your attitude. All of it is just so perfect to me. You are perfect to me. And god damn, do I love you. I feel like the luckiest person in the world because I get to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever change that. You're stuck with me forever."