Day&Night (Wonho) COMPLETED

Twenty Eight

SeolHyun's POV

I run back inside to tell them not to wait for me. For all they know I'm walking home, thinking and mulling things over. The real thing I'm doing is going with Wonho. I just kind of need him tonight, more than other nights. It's been so emotional during these past few hours, I don't know how to really give it all a spot in my mind. Wonho usually helps me wind down and create some room to think. Or to not think. He makes me forget about most things, but also reminds me of the painful parts of my past. For some reason I'm still not over that. He still gives me that same feeling. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned. 

"I'm fine. A little overwhelmed, that's all", I reassure him while resting my head on his shoulder. We're on the roof of his company building and it's the most at peace I've felt in years. Every single doubt and memory has been temporarily washed away. 

"You can talk to me, okay?" he's still worrying about me. Even more so since I told him everything. It doesn't bother me all that much anymore. 

I gently look at his features and the way he pulls his eyebrows together whenever something is bothering him. He's thinking hard about something. My hand instinctively reaches up to wipe away the creases on his forehead. 

"You'll get wrinkles that way", I joke and he lightens up a little. 

"Don't say silly things", he smiles for the first time in an hour. 

"Maybe you'll turn ugly or something..." I comment to see his reaction. He stiffens up and glares down at me. 

"You and I both know I'll stay handsome forever", he says, head held high. His nose is in the air and I burst out laughing. He's being totally ridiculous and serious at the same time. Which is no easy task. We laugh for a little while longer before a breeze comes in. I shiver a bit and Wonho is the first to take off his jacket. He did this the second night we met, after being apart for so long, too. It feels really sweet and nice. I instantly lean into him some more and press my lips against his throat. His hand is on my waist as he pulls me a little closer. "I've missed this."

"Me too. I always felt so safe whenever I was with you", I admit to him. Admitting has become a lot easier these days. He mostly guesses what's on my mind anyways. I guess those are the perks of knowing each other so well. 

"That's the only thing I ever wanted to do: keep you safe", he whispers, more to himself than to me. I smile at the little confession. My heart keeps on blooming for him. 

"And it's the only way I've ever wanted to feel: safe", I sigh and close my eyes and remember the days. My heart is heavy while my mind swirls very fast. I need to get over this feeling, I need to be normal again. But what is normal? I don't think I've ever known something like 'normal'. For some kind of reason my 'parents' have robbed me from that privilege when I was young. They took all innocence away from me and made me grow up way too fast. I never got to experience what is was like to feel like a regular kid. At school everyone was always running around while playing. I was always too sore to participate, which led to them excluding me from everything. It was the same in middle school. Except for the fact that there were always rumors. People at that age always want to bring you down. There was talk of me having an abusive boyfriend after Wonho left me. That I was going down the wrong path because I was lonely. If only they'd known the truth. The truth behind why I can't wear a normal tank top. The truth behind all the bruises and broken bones. The truth behind all the silly lies. But people never look past that, they see what they want to see. Nothing more, nothing less. Except for Wonho. He was always the one to look beyond that and see through my facade. I guess that's why we became friends in the first place.