seventeen imagines

*･ﾟﾟ･*wonwoo*･ﾟﾟ･* [AU! 1]

hello! this imagine will be a doctor! wonwoo AU!
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"hello?" you picked up the phone without looking at the caller id. "y/n. where are you?" the person asks. you pull your phone away only to see the name written on the screen was Jeon Wonwoo "im at the library. why?" "do you know what time is it?" you take a peek at your watch and you were shocked. it was 2a.m and youve lost track of time. "oh sorry, i lost track of time! ill be back home soon." "stay there. ill be there in 10" "o-oh okay." with that the call ended.

you quickly packed your stuff. shoving every last piece of paper into your file and stuffing every pen and highlighter that was seen on the table into your pencil case. this was often the issue. wonwoo would be on-call almost everyday leaving you alone at home doing nothing so you would always end up going to the library near your university to study. your finals were coming up and you had all the intentions to study until you felt like passing out. you never really knew how wonwoos schedule would go so you would follow the flow. if by 8p.m he isnt home, to the library you would go.

you took the lift down to he lobby and realised you could be the only one in the library that late but you didnt mind. you walked out just to be greeted by the snow and a black mercedes. wonwoo walks out of the car and opens the door for you. "get in, its cold." he quickly shuffles around and closes the door after you. he got in second later and started the quiet drive back. at that moment you never knew silence could be so loud, so you decided to break the silence.

"so, you werent on-call today?" you asked, eyes wandering everywhere but him. he sighed lightly. "no i wasnt. i thought i left you a text? and i thought we talked about this last night y/n?" "oh did we? im sorry. i mustve forgotten and about the text, i didnt check my phone the whole day i apologize." you let your head hang low as you were tired and disappointed. "its okay. just... i was wondering.." he went silent for a few seconds. "are you always back this late when im not around?." "well? what do you think?" you let out a low chuckle. "if you were on the 24 hour emergency on-call i wouldnt even be home. id be busy in the library studying." you say. "y/n. you know you shouldnt be over-working yourself. it isnt good." he takes his eyes off the road for a split second before looking back. "you do the same anyway." you scoffed. "well, im saving lives arent i? thats my job. stop acting like you dont know? why are you being like this? do you know how self-centered you sound right now?" he said, raising his voice. "excuse me? me, self-centred? all this time ive been busy doing all i can to support you and your job and you call me self-centred?" you scoffed. "fine then. if thats what you think, stop the car and let me out." you remarked "no, y/n. im not going to do that." his voice stern. "why? aren't i self-centred?!" you raised your voice. he grabs your hand but you were quick to pull away "no y/n, thats not what i meant." "sure, that wasnt what you meant." coincidentally, the car stopped at a red light. you unbuckled your seatbelt and opened the door. "y/n get back in the car. the snow is thick and its really cold. please." wonwoo started begging you while trying to get a hold of your wrist. you pulled away before he could wrap his hand around yours and shut the car door.

you walked towards the nearest bus stop. fortunately, as soon as you arrived there was already a bus at the station. you got on the bus and sat near the window, leaning your head towards it and plugging your headphones in, you remembered what your fiancé just said. he called you self-centred. were you really though?. you started questioning yourself.

[wonwoos POV]

"damn it" i murmured under my breath when she shut the door. i knew what is said was because on impulse as i was mad, but damn it. i knew i shouldn't have said that, what was i thinking?!. "y/n please forgive me when i get back home please please please," i silently prayed as i drove through the cold night

i pulled up in the front porch and stepped in the house to see y/n's shoes nicely placed beside the coat rack and her coat hung on the rack, still covered in bits and pieces of snow. meaning she just got home minutes before i did. just then i heard the bedroom slam shut, door locked. i walked carefully up the stairs, nearing the bedroom we shared. "y/n. its me, please open up." i knock softly on the door. "please" the last plead no louder than a whisper. no replies were heard nor shufflings. i sighed deeply as i walked to the couch, tired.

+tbc+