I Love You, Always ((Sangwoo x Reader FanFic))

Not Our First Date // Most Captivating Sight In The World

To keep her from worrying about the prices, Sangwoo stated that they would not be needing the menu, flashing a brilliant smile at the waitress as he did so. Similar to the waitress, Y/n finds herself somewhat entranced by him. Fishing for a topic, work is the first thing that springs into her head. "So how's the new job?"

A low chuckle reverberates in his throat as he watches her nervously fumble with the end of the white tablecloth. "This isn't our first date, Y/n. Just relax." Immediately, she notices what her fingers are up to and drops the fabric like it burned her.   "Working at the company is fine. It's just a lot of paper work." When he sees Y/n's eager eyes waiting for him to go on, he sighs. "And the part-time at the morgue is what it is. The pay is good, so that's all that matters."

"It's not all that matters, but I'm happy that you seem satisfied with it." She seems to find all the forks in the world on the table spread, but not the one thing she wants to hold. "Give me your hand," Y/n laughs softly.

"And if I said 'no'?" He teases lightly, leaning across the circular table.

A glowing smile spreads across her face and her laughter refreshes Sangwoo like a playful spray of water from a hose on a hot summer day. "Then you're gonna have to figure out how to use all these forks on your on."

Y/n's so frugal that Sangwoo sometimes forgets that before her dad died, she grew up as a rich little princess. He'll have to get more than just a job working with dead bodies to give her back the luxuries that she once had. "They're just forks, I know how to use them."

"Oh yeah?" Y/n holds up a strange little dinglehopper with only three prongs. "What's this one for, hmm?"

"It's for yknow, salad?"

She stifles a laugh and plucks up another one. "This one?" This time it has four prongs, but the part connected to the handle is unusually wide, making the prongs have extra space between them.

"That's for steak, no, pasta."

"Which one?" She asks, even though they're both wrong.

"Steak."

She giggles again, her lungs struggling to fill then with air properly. "A- And this one?" She struggles to fight down her smile and put a serious expression on her face.

"Pie?"

A hysterical laugh rips through her so fast that her voice doesn't make it in time. Her gut tightens and her hands flap over the table. "Wai- Wait." She picks up all of her utensils and mixes them all together into a large pile. "Come put these bac- back in order."

When Sangwoo who was uncommonly indulging her doesn't respond, she gets herself together and properly looks around her. The petite waitress with the cute face has returned to the table with a large bottle of champagne. Frowning at her shocked expression, Y/n slowly follows the girl's gaze down to the mess in front of her. "Oh."

Sangwoo bursts out laughing and a stark and hot feeling of embarrassment strikes through Y/n. Quickly, she deconstructs the pile and reorganizes the silverware into their proper arrangement. Once he seems to have had his fun, Sangwoo addresses their server. "It's rude to stare," he comments in a light tone as if chatting about the nice weather. "A waitress of such an esteemed restaurant wouldn't want to make her patrons uncomfortable, right?"

Flustered, the girl blushes wildly. "My sincere apologies.  Wh- what can I start you off with?"

Sangwoo merely frowns. "I believe I preordered our meals directly to my good friend Hwang Dae-du. Don't tell me that someone lost them, or forgot that we were coming."

Sangwoo knows the owner?! The waitress seems as surprised as I am as her skin pales greatly and her hold on her little tray turns into a death grip as she strangles the life out of it due to her embarrassment. "My sincere apologies! Your meals will be prepared and delivered shortly!"

Once the server runs away, Y/n turns to her boyfriend with a curious gaze. "So how do you know the owner?"

Sangwoo smiles lightly, but the expression falls. "His uncle had passed and so we first met when I was working the funeral. But, we didn't talk until he saw me working the bar later that night."

"And you kept your celebrity friend a secret until now?" Y/n says with a smile. "Who would've imagined that a classy man like that would've taken a liking to my lovely boyfriend." Albeit jokingly, she dangerously adds, "You didn't have to do something naughty to get on Santa's nice list, right?"

"C'mon Y/n, we both know that there's no way for me to ever get off the naughty list." The dark glint in his eyes sends light shivers down Y/n's spine. But, before the moment can be taken to the next level, the fumbling waitress returns to their table.

"I apologize for the wait!" The girl clears her throat slightly and softens her voice. "Your table has been prepared."

Is this chick okay? Like mentally? Confused, Y/n glances at Sangwoo before directing her words carefully to the girl. "Um, we already have our table. We're sitting at it. We're just waiting for our food."

"I apologize for the wait," she repeats. "Your meal has been prepared and is already set at your table." She looks between both Y/n and Sangwoo. "If you will both please follow me."

"No, Miss, I don't think you unders-"

"Let's just go and see," Sangwoo interrupts. He rises from his seat and stops in front of Y/n, extending a hand down to help her up from her chair. Drained of resistance, Y/n takes his hand.

"I guess there's nothing to lose."

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The pair follow the waitress for a short while. They leave the dining hall, go up an elevator, navigate some hallways, and finally pass through a heavy metal gate.

Squeezing Sangwooo tightly, Y/n gasps. They are on the roof of the restaurant in a small yet beautiful garden. Even in the night, the vegetation is beautiful and each tree and bush is brought to life with the perfect amount of dim lighting, flickering fireflies, and the twinkling stars above. Candles in glass spheres light up a strip of lush green grass beneath Y/n and Sangwoo's feet, creating a path to the most beautifully decorated table.

"Y/n," the resonating voice of her lover calls out to her. Her heart lurches in her chest as her hands begin to quiver. Sangwoo looks into her eyes as if she is the most captivating sight in the world as he kneels down onto one knee. Cupped in his hands is a small black box. As if it could shatter into a thousand pieces, Sangwoo gently opens it, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring. "Will you marry me?"

A mini-shriek slips from her lips as the strength of her elation jerks her heart as a wide smile peaks through the storm of her tears.

"Yes!"