'𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ‣ jeon wonwoo

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'BOUT YOU
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Pausing as Isla's heartfelt confession reached her ears, the woman released a soft, slightly tipsy giggle, her head dipping in response. "I don't want you like my brother," she murmured, a tinge of sorrow woven into her words. "Yet here I stand, caught in a dilemma. Do you truly see me only as a younger sister?" With a touch of vulnerability, she raised her gaze to meet his.

"Four years have come and gone, yet my heart remains captive to your memory. And just when I believed I could finally begin to mend the fragments of my heart, you reemerged into my life," she lamented, the shimmer of unshed tears reflecting in her eyes. "Why does it seem that my path is destined to be one of torment?" The floodgates of her emotions opened, tears breaking free from their confines.

"Admittedly, the blame rests upon my own shoulders. For the instant my eyes locked onto you, I was ensnared by love's clutches. It might sound clichéd, but I've traversed beyond the realm of childish notions. What I feel for you is steadfast and profound, not a fleeting fancy." Her words hung heavy in the air, a confession not just of her emotions, but of her vulnerability. The weight of it all caused Isla to teeter on the brink of unconsciousness, only saved by Wonwoo's timely intervention as her head inched perilously close to the table's edge.

Wonwoo's lips parted in an involuntary exclamation, grappling with the overwhelming revelation that had just unfolded. He struggled to find words that could bridge the chasm between them, his gaze softening as the realization of her hidden suffering settled in.

"I'm filled with remorse knowing you've suffer so much because of me. But how am I to convey that I, too, fell under your spell when you were a mere eighteen? Yet, I reined in those emotions, fearing that you'd find my affections unsettling, transforming the brotherly care I bestowed upon you into something strange." His voice carried the weight of years of restraint and longing, a testament to the depth of his feelings.

In the canvas of their emotions, painted with the hues of longing and missed chances, the woman's confession lay bare, a poignant masterpiece of heartache and love intertwined.

As the sunbeams touch her face, Isla slowly opens her eyes, emitting a groan as she feels her head pounding, immediately regretting consuming so much alcohol. Sitting up in her bed, the young woman ponders how she ended up at home, struggling to recollect her actions from the previous night and trying to remember everything.

"Wonwoo," her voice was a gentle murmur, a plea woven within her words as she reached out to grasp his hand, halting him in his tracks as he tried to leave after placing her on the bed. "Hm?" His response came in a hum, his gaze resting on the intoxicated figure before him.

"Stay with me, please," her voice trembled, a lone tear tracing its path down her flushed cheeks. His assurance brought forth a small smile, one that spoke of promises made without words. He settled onto the bed beside her, a silent vow to remain by her side evident in his presence.

Isla's posture shifted, allowing her to face him more directly. "Have you ever realized the depth of your handsomeness?" The words left her lips unexpectedly, causing his eyes to widen in surprise at the unanticipated compliment. "What?" The question slipped out, his confusion tangible.

Without verbal explanation, Isla's palm delicately cupped his cheek, her movements drawing her closer until their lips met in a fleeting kiss. The contact was electrifying, rendering him motionless as he recognized her intoxicated state and chose not to exploit it.

Their lips parted after a few heartbeats, Isla's pout reflecting her playful demeanor. "Do you know how captivating you are?" Her inquiry held a hint of vulnerability, baring emotions in her intoxicated confession. "No, it's not a matter of not being drawn to you. Remember, Isla, you're not fully yourself right now," he explained gently, a shield against his own desires in the face of her inebriation.

Regret laced her voice as she questioned his feelings, her sadness palpable in the air. "I don't dislike you, but I'm hesitant to engage while you're drunk. If you're going to kiss me again, I'd prefer you to be sober so we can both make conscious choices." His defense, though earnest, was slightly belated. By then, Isla had already surrendered to sleep's embrace.

With the morning light illuminating the room, Isla's eyes widened as the fragments of the previous night coalesced into a coherent memory. Her hands covered her face as she emitted a muffled cry of remorse and mortification, her vulnerability laid bare in the wake of her revelry.

"Why on earth did I do that?!"

'BOUT YOU
written by luna