KPOP Imagines pt.1 AURORA

Wooyoung (ATEEZ)- Let me show you

A/N: This might be the last time I write like this bc I did't have many ideas going through my head but I promise you that the next few updates will be better!

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There was a woman standing at the water's edge.

Y/N, a sorrowful lady in the full bloom of youth, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the cobalt water with her melancholy russet crystals. Her heterochromatic hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze. She tried to deny the stirrings in her heart, resting her cheek against one hand as she traced a finger along her silver necklace. She wore a sepia crisp blouse and a pair of navy jeans that showed off the shape of her body. Her many-colored hair was bound back from her face, complementing her haunted pale, tinted with ochre, visage. A prominent scar stood out on her bubble-gum-flushed platinum skin. A noticeable sigil provided proof of her descent. She stood, awaiting her love.

On that day, the shadows of her past had become unbearable. Meeting Jung Wooyoung brought some light into her life for the first time in a long while. He was her salvation. From then on, Y/N was sometimes needy and close, but then suddenly cold and fearful. Wooyoung tried his best to hide his pain, but it was plain in his pools. That was how it was to this very day.

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"Y/N," Wooyoung said simply with a smile on his face. His copper windows to his soul complimented his leaden coiffure, brushing against his ears, belying his daring heart. He was dressed in his usual everyday clothes. He was healthily color-touched pearly and sturdily built. An elaborate tattoo snaked its way around his visible skin. A symbol marked his skin. As Y/N drew nearer, she caught a note of his familiar scent that brought yellowed pages to mind. Her pools softened. It always reminded her of the time they shared.

"Wooyoung. I feared you might not come," Y/N whispered.

"Of course I came," he said nonchalantly.

She shook her head. "Everyone else abandoned me."

"They don't know what they're missing," Wooyoung said sharply. He held his hand out to her, and hesitantly she took it. With that, they began to walk along the beach. Y/N was as silent as death as they made tracks along the sand. Unable to stand the awkward silence, Wooyoung started their conversation with,

"How are you these days?"

A flicker passed across her windows to her soul before she hoarsely murmured, "I'm fine."

"Y/N." His voice was uncharacteristically serious. "You're really fine?" Y/N swallowed and said nothing.

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For a few moments they were quiet again. He thought about Y/N, about that one time he'd messed up once too much, and it was Y/N who saved his life. All throughout that time since then he had gotten the feeling that Y/N had bottled up more pain than she ever let on. That only ever made things worse. Wooyoung glanced over at her. Her angled head cast a shadow over her crystals. "Come on," he tried again, "I mean, look. Look at all this." He pointed out over the glittering sea, and Y/N cast her despairing gaze dispiritedly in the direction he was pointing.

"What is it?" she murmured.

"All this open space stretching forever. The smell of salt and the cry of gulls. It makes me feel free, like nothing else. Come on. Let it out, get it off your chest. It's too beautiful here to be moping." All of a sudden, Y/N turned sharply away and continued down the shoreline alone. "Hey! Wait."

"Nothing is beautiful," she whispered. Wooyoung caught up to her and turned her about by the shoulder. She turned her face away, but he saw that she was crying. "Wooyoung... I'm without a mother or father and I'm a freak. How could you... how could *anyone* possibly care about me?"

It was always hard for Wooyoung to find the right words at times like this. "Hey, Y/N..." Wooyoung took her into his arms as she wept. "Hey. Sometimes you just have to throw lemons back at life."

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After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. Y/N couldn't stop thinking about her parents' absence. It plagued her endlessly -- while she was far from him and while she was near. It threatened to consume her. When she had let the faintest hints slip in the moments before, it had already taken taken so much of her will.

With concern, Wooyoung turned his energetic orbs toward her. "Y/N? What's wrong?"

"Wooyoung... it's..."

And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and he locked his windows to his soul with hers and whispered, "You can tell me."

It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. Y/N shook her head and everything came out at once. "It's... sometimes I wonder where my parents are. My mother, my father... they must be somewhere.... If they're still alive. Given how things have been, I... -- I don't even know what it is I want. I just wonder... what would it be like? I just wonder, and it hurts, Wooyoung."

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Wooyoung listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left her and she was at a loss for words, he reached out to her and took a deep breath to whisper back, "Y/N... that's awful. It wish that weren't how it is. I wish I could say more. Y/N...." Y/N's eyes began to burn, and she abruptly pulled him into a fierce embrace. His globes widened at first, but then he too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of her touch.

"You," Y/N whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "As long as you're here, I... I can make it." They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun.

They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments.

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"Look... it's the sunset."

Y/N lifted her head at Jung Wooyoung's words to behold the dying sun's salmon radiance. "Mm."

After a moment of silence, he took Y/N's hands in his and said quietly and seriously, "Y/N, I need to say something. Without you, I would be the sea without the moon -- the moon without the sun -- a fishing rod without a hook. Heh, you're adorable when you smile. But... you're special to me. I'm serious."

"Wooyoung," she breathed in response. "I'm... I'm not that special."

"You are," he insisted, sounding almost hurt. "I'm not lying."

"I don't mean to say you're lying. Just that... never mind. Wooyoung... you're... precious to me as well."

He brought their clasped hands to his lips. "Then... so long as you will it, we will never be parted."

Y/N sighed with contentment and brought him closer. She gazed at the beautiful flaxen rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.

"You'll hurt your eyes doing that," Wooyoung added.

Y/N looked at him instead. "I love you, Wooyoung."

"I love you too, Y/N."

Their lips met, and color-mixed strands met cinerescent ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness and the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Wooyoung, her eternally faithful lover. Y/N thought to herself that nothing had ever been so perfect for her as this.

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