The Journey Of US || A Seventeen FF

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Wonwoo who promised to pick you back up from Jackson's suddenly said he had other plans. HOW COULD HE!?

Yet Wonu Baby was kind and thoughtful enough to send you a cab. To your surprise, it wasn't an ordinary cab. As soon as you got in you were gifted a bouquet of violets with a note, "For stealing my heart and letting me love"

The cab then stopped at a studio, Wonwoo's studio to be precise. The one where he spends most of his time after video games.

You enter through the dark wood frame and smile at the pic hanging on the wall, a woman and a child. It wasn't there last time. You walk closer and your fingers graze along the strokes,

🦊It's lovely, isn't it?
He asks, pitch lower than usual which resonates through the white walls.

👶It is, why doesn't she have a face while the baby has one?

🦊She lost her identity after her marriage, after her kid...

👶She doesn't have to. She can be who she is if she wishes to... Yet she chose not to, didn't she?
He nods as you both gaze at the painting.

🦊I don't want you to change,
He speaks after a long silence

👶Hmm?

🦊I don't want you to change, lose your identity... I don't know when we're gonna have kids or if we ever gonna have one, even if we did, I want you the same. The badass Mumma who kicks the asses of their dads and is one hell of a racer!

You stare as his eyes brim with love and pride,
👶Wish we could stay the same,

You tip-toe to capture his lips. You connect your lips to his and sigh enjoying the moment, basking yourself in his scent. Wonwoo closes his eyes and falls weak into your touch as a teardrop rolls down his right cheek. You kiss him softly and smile wiping the lipstick stain away.

👶I shouldn't have put the lipstick on,
You joke and Wonwoo snorts with a sniffle.

Wonwoo pulls a stool closer to his for you to sit and you join his side watching him work through the plain canvas.

Wonwoo gets distracted by you as you lean closer to have a better look at the painting. He reaches for your curls by your ears and twirls them along his index finger. "This is beautiful," You mumble pointing to the little flower on the grass he had drawn, "So are you," He whispers back and you turn to him.

He stills a few inches away from you as you gaze into his orbs. You get lost in them as he blinks them. Your eyes speak, unknown to you and Wonwoo leans in to kiss your nose, "I love you too,"

He cups your face as you smile at him,
👶Wonwoo-yah,

🦊Hmm?

👶Don't you get tired?

🦊Tired? Of what baby?

👶Me.
🦊Why do you ask?

👶Nothing. I've always wanted to ask... I'm not asking you to assure me that you still love me. I just want to know how you're feeling,

🦊It's not tiring. It's hard sometimes, but not tiring, it's never tiring...
Wonwoo goes silent as he thinks while you gaze at him.

🦊It was never easy from the beginning. Once I realized my feelings I accepted them, well aware that I'd only end up hurt. I didn't want to move on but I wanted to fit in. You were unexpected!
He states dreamily making you smile.

🦊Knowing that you love me was more than enough. And I was willing to let you go too, but you pulled me back, making it very clear that you love us, love me... Now, I have no plan of letting you go