OTT |Jang Wonyoung|

Moving Up |Chapter 11|

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The rain had picked up again, a steady drizzle that misted the windshield as I drove through the city streets. My wipers moved rhythmically, clearing the view but doing little to ease the tension tightening in my chest. Tonight felt different. There was an energy in the air, something unspoken but heavy with potential. I tried to focus on the road, on the familiar turns and traffic lights, but my mind kept drifting back to Wonyoung.

She had always been a constant in my life, someone I could rely on and confide in, but lately, something had shifted between us. The easy comfort we had always shared was now tinged with a subtle undercurrent of... what? Attraction? Desire? I wasn't sure, but I knew tonight would be a turning point.

My car's interior was filled with the soft sound of rain and the occasional swish of the tires on wet pavement. The quiet hum of the engine was almost soothing, but it did little to calm the storm of thoughts in my head. I glanced at the digital clock on the dashboard—just a few more minutes until I reached her house.

A knot of anticipation tightened in my stomach. This wasn't just another night out with a friend. I had spent far too much time thinking about every possible scenario, every possible outcome. I wanted tonight to be special, but I didn't want to overthink it. Wonyoung had always been someone who appreciated the simple things, and I hoped that this evening would be just that—a simple, enjoyable night together.

I turned onto her street, slowing down as I approached her house. The soft glow of the porch light was a beacon in the misty evening, casting a warm, inviting light over the front yard. I pulled over to the curb, my heart beginning to race as I killed the engine. For a moment, I just sat there, staring at her front door, trying to gather my thoughts.

"Okay, Y/N," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. "It's just Wonyoung. Just be yourself."

I took a deep breath, then opened the door and stepped out into the drizzle. The cool rain on my face was refreshing, a welcome distraction from the nerves threatening to overtake me. As I walked around the car, I glanced up at the sky. The clouds were thick and low, the kind of night where the stars were hidden, but their presence was still felt.

When I reached the passenger side, I paused, my hand hovering over the door handle. I could see her silhouette through the frosted glass of the front door, and my heart skipped a beat. She was coming.

The door opened, and there she was. Wonyoung stepped out into the night, closing the door softly behind her. She was wearing a casual dress, simple but elegant, the fabric swaying gently with her movements. Her hair was down, slightly tousled from the humidity, and she had a small, almost shy smile on her lips as she looked at me.

For a moment, I was struck silent, completely captivated by the sight of her. It wasn't just that she looked beautiful—she always did—it was something more, something that made my heart feel like it was about to leap out of my chest.

"Hi," she said, her voice soft and a little uncertain, as if she was feeling the same nervous energy I was.

"Hi," I managed to reply, a smile spreading across my face. "You look... incredible."

Her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Y/N. You're looking pretty good yourself."

I chuckled, feeling some of the tension ease at her playful tone. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go," she said, her smile widening.

I opened the passenger door for her, and she slid into the seat with the same grace she always had. As I closed the door and made my way back to the driver's side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief. How had I gotten so lucky? How was it that this incredible person was sitting next to me, ready to spend the evening together?