What About Me? - Chapter 2

What about me? - Chapter 2

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“Hello I’m calling from the Hospital about Ryuji Sakamoto, is this Y/n Sakamoto?” I blinked for a second before nodding my head, despite the person over the phone unable to see. “Yes I am, did something happen?” I asked, beginning to pack up my stuff.

”Yes, well you see your brother broke his leg at school today and we couldn’t get in contact with your mother.”

I ran out of the room immediately, not bothering to say goodbye to my friends. I ran to the hospital. 

He was at the hospital? Was he not at practice today? Or did it happen during practice?

I hurriled walked over to the front desk and said my brother’s name, they kindly point the way where he was currently being treated and I made my way over. 

In front of the door, I didn’t expect to see his coach sitting there waiting for him. When I approched him I bowed to show my respect. “Hello, I’m Ryuji’s older sister.” He gave me a small bow back.

I looked in the room where Ryuji was suppose to be. “Do you know what happened him?” I asked. If I had looked back at him, I would’ve seen the look in his eyes as they roamed up and down my body.

”Sakamoto Kun attacked me today during practice.” I wipped my head back at the man at that.

Ryuji did what?

I rasied an eyebrow “How.. what does that have to do with him breaking his leg?” I asked him, the man chuckled and crossed his arms. “He almost hurt me, I was acting in self defense.” I started at him in disbelif. 

I learned later that day that my brother could no longer run the same way anymore. His track career was over before it could begin.

And it was all that damn coach’s fault.

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I woke up in a groggily mood. Looking at my alarm clock and seeing it was almost 10. Slowly I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom, I could still hear Ryuji snoring from his room. 

Thankfully with the money I’ve earned from working during collage, and taking up job offers at small places, I was able to save up for a two room apartment (it wasn’t easy and took a while) but it was enough to help out our mom just a bit.

At first I was wondering if it really was the best idea to move the both of us out but as I thought about it some more, I was able to make her not worry about needing to be home right away to feed her son.

I left the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen. Getting ready to prepare breakfast for the two of us.

There was no school today due to what happened yesterday to prepare the school for what to do. Though I doubt the school would do anything to begin with.

When I was halfway prepared with our breakfast, I saw Ryuji walk over to the kitchen. His hair was a mess and he could barely open his eyes. I chucked and watched as he walked over to watch me cook. 

“Good morning to you, did you sleep well?” I asked him. He groaned and rubbed his eyes “I slept fine, how about you?” 

We made small talk as I finished up our breakfast, I let him plate up his food as I wash up the remaining dishes before sitting down with my own plate.

”So,” I started as I sat down. “about yesterday..” Looking at him as he paused in eating.

”How.. are you okay? I mean what happened yesterday was so sudden, I just..” I sighed. “I want to know how you feel. I mean he was.. I just-“

”Sis I’m alright.”

I looked up at him as he said that, a frown on my face as I waited for him to say anything else. “I mean he’s getting what he deserves now. Why wouldn’t I be happy about that.” Sighing, I nodded, “I just, I feel like I haven’t done much as an adult, mostly as your sister, to protect you earlier.”

Ryuji tilted his head, confused. “I clearly knew what was going on, but I couldn’t do anything about it until now.” I frowned.

”I just want to apologize, I clearly didn’t do much like I promised when I first applied to work at the school.”

I was about to go on and ramble before I heard Ryuji start laughing. 

“What are you talking about? You’ve done more than what any other teacher whose been working there for so long has done. I’d even say you’ve done more than what the older teachers have tried.” He finished. 

I frowned, “Ryuji I-“

He shook his head though, “listen to me, I’ve seen you interact with my classmates and I can tell they enjoy your presence. Even though you started like what, a year ago? I can tell they like you. You’re trying your best.”

”And you just got the job sis, I don’t expect you to change the school in just a year.

I looked at him for a second, wondering for a second if I was truly looking at my brother. “Geez, look at you using smart words.” I joked with him.

Ryuji rolled his eyes and ate a spoonful of his breakfast.

I watched him eat, wondering where that little boy I grew up watching everyday after school went.

I could still vividly see his black hair on him as he sat in front of me.

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to love and be loved | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo tells you about his first (and only) love. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers WARNINGS. self-doubt talk on reader's end, self-indulgent wooweee, this was painfully hard to write lmao n have no idea if any of this makes sense WORD COUNT. 1.6k

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"Hey, uh, Wonwoo?"

"Mhm?"

"...have you ever been in love?"

A cricket chirps into the evening air right after you ask, and you suddenly feeling like you're holding in a long-winded breath. Then you hear a loud crunch by Wonwoo from the crackers he was snacking on, and you blink up to him wiping away the corner of his mouth. There's the slightest glimpse of a curve to his lips that you manage to catch.

He silently offers you a cracker in your direction, the anticipating silence between the two of you growing thickly. You take the cracker from his hand, muttering a quiet thanks, before nibbling on it absentmindedly.

The night is absolutely beautiful right now, swearing that you could spot and make out the constellations above if you squinted hard enough. The distant chirping of crickets is the only sound that breaks the silence as the coolness of the night rolls in, carrying with it slight breeze that whispers through the leaves overhead the balcony of your apartment.

"I have."

You swiftly turn your head to him, eyes widening intriguingly. "You have?"

The chuckle that leaves him is somewhat awkward, a tad bit hesitant. He crumples up the bag of crackers and sets it aside, chugging down the last sips of his drink and setting down the empty can as well.

"Did you... ever confess to them?" You ask, suddenly feeling curious, though there's a bit of disappointment at the tip of your tongue.

You swear you could see the thoughts swirling around his head. Wonwoo keeps his eyes fixed up to the night sky. There's a distant look in his eyes, as though he's peering into some past moment that only he can see, before he shakes his head, a faint smile crossing over his lips.

"No, I didn't," he answers calmly. "They were too far away, so... I just chose to admire them from afar."

You lean back against the wall behind, your shoulder momentarily brushing against his. "Did they know you?"

Wonwoo purses his lips together. "Mhm."

"Well, you missed your chance!" You exclaim, prodding him playfully with your elbow. "I can't believe you let them get away, dude. Like right through the little cracks of your fingers. You could've been in a relationship by now."

This earns you a low, playful scoff from Wonwoo. "Are you assuming that they loved me back?"

Immediately, you feel the heat crawl up your neck and to the tips your ears.

"Well, um... Yeah, I am," You admit sheepishly, letting out a small sigh. "I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy like you? You're nice and... charming. I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."

There's a silence that falls between the two of you, one simply more than just comfortable yet denser than ever, because the thought of being loved by Wonwoo seems to linger longer than you notice. You steal a glance at him, seeing his face still turned upwards towards the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on his glasses. Strands of his dark hair blow across his forehead in the breeze. You can't quite decipher his expression, but a flicker of something𑁋perhaps surprise, maybe even amusement𑁋dances on his features for a brief moment.

He finally turns back to you, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. "You think so?"

"Yeah," You confirm, nodding lightly. "Absolutely."

Wonwoo still keeps his eyes on you as you glance away, seeing the way you fidget with your hands in your lap and smoothing out the creases in your pants nervously. He glances down at his own hand and back at yours, lips pursing together in contemplation, but only folds his fingers back together the second you reach over him to grab the crumpled-up bag of crackers. He feels a little bit too warm in his sweater right now.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

A crunch echoes through the air. Then another. And another.

"I've just been kinda... thinking a lot lately, I guess," You reply slowly, quietly. "And it sort of makes me sound desperate in a way, but there are times I just wonder if, um... if anyone has ever felt the same way about me."

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly. "Love?"

"Not just love, but... seeing me, you know?" Being able to talk about this out loud makes your chest feel heavy. "Since it's hard these days to find someone who sees you for who you are, not for who you can be. I... I just feel like I'm hard to love sometimes. Hell, maybe even unlovable. It’s hard to break out of that mindset when things get hard again.”

A thoughtful quietness seeps through the nighttime breeze, which sends goosebumps up and down your skin, but you don't mind it because you know that Wonwoo is listening either way. And the more you think about it𑁋the thought of knowing that he's here, with his presence is right next to you𑁋it seems to comfort you more than you notice.

There's a small hum of acknowledgement that you hear from his end, unsure if it's just your imagination or if he's actually responding as your mind feels a little jumbled up right now. But then Wonwoo shifts beside you, his arm lightly pressing against yours.

"But I... I think I've reached a point in time where I can say I love myself a little more than a few years ago, or last year, or even just yesterday," You continue to ramble a bit aimlessly, chuckling dryly to yourself. "It’d be nice to share that with someone too, you know? To finally get over this loneliness. But it's not entirely a sad loneliness or a happy one. It's, like, uh... both put together, I guess."

A few moments of silence pass. You feel Wonwoo gently nudge your leg with his.

"I'm proud of you."

You peer up to look at him, mind nearly going blank from the way he's gazing at you. Or maybe it's just the moonlight that's making him appear so... picturesque. "What for?"

"For loving yourself, silly," Wonwoo muses almost cheekily, and the delighted tone that you catch makes your stomach leap. "Even if it's just by a small percentage than yesterday, it's still okay. You're doing good. I want you to know that."

You're doing good. It's just those three singular words that has heat forming in your eyes that you somehow manage to blink back before anything could spill, and hearing it come from Wonwoo feels different. There's a vulnerable sweetness to them, a sincerity that catches you off-guard. You force a smile𑁋a grateful one, nonetheless𑁋before it shifts into a frown.

And Wonwoo catches it right away. "What's wrong?"

Your lips form a thin line, pressing together in thought. You refuse to acknowledge why you think your heart feels slightly... jealous.

"I hope whoever you loved before knows how lucky they are one day," You say to him. "if you're still in love with them, that is..."

Wonwoo stills for a minute, pensively. "I am."

"You are?"

"I never stopped."

You stare at him for a few moments, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief at him, before crossing your arms together and letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Then you should've said that you're in love with them, idiot."

Wonwoo sucks in a breath.

"I'm in love with you."

You blink instinctively, once, twice, three times, momentarily thinking that Wonwoo's presence might somehow disappear into thin air. But he's still there𑁋a certain softness in the way he's looking at you, a gentleness that seems to wrap around you like a warm embrace𑁋waiting for you. His words suspend heavily in the air, and maybe the world is also holding its breath just as you are too.

"And... You're not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You're far from that," Wonwoo continues, voice tender, fond, and soft as a lullaby. "You just... need to let me in, and let me show you you're just as worthy of love as anyone else is."

You could only sit merely frozen at this point, throat tightened and jaw dropped in shock among many other weird, fuzzy feelings happening throughout your body. Something between relief and disbelief. Hope and hesitancy. Comfort and uncertainty. You have the capacity to run yet you choose not to𑁋you're letting him in, letting the warmth of his words seep into the cracks of your doubt.

Your mind reels dizzily, almost like the world has been tilting away off-balance.

"You... You're in love with me?" You repeat, almost dumbly, because you cannot seem to fathom anything that's been said in the past few moments. "All that talk about earlier... about who you..."

Wonwoo hangs his head down low, rubbing at his neck in a bashful manner. "It was about you."

"And you never... you never told me?"

"Honestly, I'd like to think a part of it was you being a tad bit oblivious." And then he just simply grins, his nose crinkling along with it. "But that's okay. Watching you slowly figure yourself out made me realise that maybe I needed to find myself a little more too."

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading painfully throughout your face. At first, you have the urge to brush it all away as a silly misunderstanding. Maybe laugh it off, retreat back inside, and go to sleep pretending all of this didn't happen. But the sincerity in his eyes stops you.

You lick your dry lips, the cool night air beginning to feel a lot less suffocating.

"Did you?" You ask vaguely, before shaking your head repeating, "Did you... find yourself?"

Wonwoo lets his eyes roam over you, taking you in, before leaning back on the wall and bringing his gaze back up toward the night sky. Your eyes refuse to leave him, and perhaps this is what it's like to admire someone from afar and close up all at once.

The two of you take a deep, deliberate exhale together.

"Yeah," he answers, smiling softly. "I think I found myself right where I want to be."

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