Emotion
Title: Emotion
Author: annyongpussycat
Pairing: You/Wooyoung
Rating: PG
Genre: Slight angst with a really happy ending. :3
A/N: My first in the You & 2PM series! I've got a Nichkhun one in the works now. Just put yourself in the story and have fun! ^^ Comments are love. <33
As the days went by, things didn’t feel the same. Morning after morning, you replied to his “I love you” with a half-hearted “I love you, too,” and kissed him out of habit. You went about things like you normally did, but inside, you wanted more. After a while, other guys started to catch your eye. You wondered why they did all of the sudden, as they hadn’t before. You didn’t realize that it was because you used to only have eyes for him. He used to be the only man you saw.
But now, when an old friend started texting you and asking to meet up, you just went along with it. It may have been wrong, but it made you feel alive again. Life felt exciting like it used to, and that’s what you thought you wanted.
So when you met him for dinner, the one who used to be all your heart wanted…you told him that.
He looked at you in disbelief, waiting for you to say you were joking. But when you said nothing, he inhaled sharply and bit his lip. He reached out to touch you, as if to have confirmation that this was really happening. His hand brushed your cheek lightly as his arm fell back to his side. His eyes shone with an expression you had never seen before, in all the time you had been together. You closed your eyes, not seeing his hand reach into his pocket, fingers closing around the ring he’d been hiding. You sighed and opened your eyes, though the last thing you ever wanted to see met your gaze. Eyes filled with tears, a perfect picture of heartbreak. You turned your head and did all you could do to keep your own tears at bay. With a final look at what you were leaving behind, you turned and, with all the strength you had, walked away.
Days passed. Weeks passed. But to you, it was all empty, not at all what you had imagined. Life felt colorless and dull, not like the vibrant world you thought was behind those locked doors. These new arms around you felt foreign and strange. The kisses were nice, but weren’t the kind that filled you with warmth and love. When he looked into your eyes, all you could see were his eyes as you left, filled with tears…completely broken. The nightmares were the worst; dream after dream of the same dying expression you saw that day in his eyes. You tried to convince yourself that it was only guilt, but still, every night you would wake up and secretly cry into your pillow, feeling cold and alone though there was someone sleeping soundly next to you. He never woke up and held you like he did when you’d had a bad dream. It was just as well, though. It wouldn’t have been the same if it weren’t coming from him.
That was when you realized it. Tears poured down you cheeks as you were fully hit with the realization of your mistake. Who was it all this time that held you when you were sad or scared and whispered reassuringly into your ear? As you lay in bed, you remembered vividly one time in particular. It was the night of the accident. Your best friend had been drinking after a bad breakup, and driving home, she had a terrible wreck and lost her life. You had never cried so much in your life. When you got the call, you felt nothing, just complete emptiness; your expression showed the same. But when he came to you, shaking you lightly and frantically asking what was wrong, the tears came. Telling him what had just happened, he’d sat you down on the bed with him and just rocked you, stroking your hair. He whispered to you, too. He told you how much he loved you and how he would never leave you…that he’d be there forever. Now you realized that there would never be anyone else who meant so much to you. Anyone could say ‘I love you’, but if it wasn’t him, you realized, the words would mean nothing.
Throwing back the covers and getting up, you hastily wiped away the tears that had been steadily streaming down your face and half ran to the closet. You ripped your clothing from the hangers and threw them messily into a suitcase. The commotion woke up the sleeping man in the other room. “What’s going on?” a voice demanded from the doorway. You barely managed to choke out an “I’m leaving.” You watched confusion spread across his features and linger in his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the eyes of the last person you left. “But..why? It’s 3 AM. What’s wrong?” he said. “I just can’t do this anymore,” you say in a strangled voice. “I still love him.” And with that, you leave.
And that’s what brings you to where you are now, his doorstep. Your hand shakes as you slowly raise it to knock. The fact that it’s 3:30 AM and that he’s probably asleep crosses you mind, but you shake your head and knock. It’s too late to turn back now, and if you wait until tomorrow, you’ll lose your resolve. To your surprise, the door opens within seconds, almost as if he was waiting.
No words could describe the expression that crosses his features as he sees you standing in the doorway. He looks deep into your eyes and breathes your name. Again you see the look in his eyes that killed you, that had haunted your dreams for the past two months, and that made you use all your strength to not start crying on the spot. But it’s three in the morning and you have no strength left anymore. You cry.
You cry and whisper his name over and over again. “Wooyoung…Wooyoung….Wooyoung,” you breathe, tears streaming from your eyes as you kneel down. He bends down and gently pulls you back up and inside, sitting you on the couch. As you continue to cry and stutter about how sorry you are and what an idiot you have been, he just wraps his arms around you once again and rocks you just like he used to. As your tears begin to subside, you find your words again, what you need more than anything to tell him. You say hoarsely from within his embrace, “Baby, I’m so sorry. I was so stupid for ever thinking I needed someone other than you. From the moment I walked away, I felt regret. As time went on, I realized just how horrible the mistake I’d made was,” you take a deep breath. “Wooyoung, I- I don’t think I can live without you…I love you.”
He pulls back a little from the embrace to hold your tear-stained face with his warm hands. He looks deep into your eyes, but you look down, unable to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he says softly, and you look. You no longer see any of the pain on his features that seemed so permanent only moments before. He brushes you hair from your reddened eyes and smiles softly. “Is that really true?” he says, just a bit of doubt coloring his tone. You nod and he smiles. “Then that’s all I need to know,” he says, reaching for a chain around his neck. He unhooks the clasp and gently pulls the chain off, hiding it in his palm. “I’d been waiting for the right time to do this,” he says, sliding off the couch and taking your hand in his. He gets down on one knee.
“I can’t live without you either; that’s why I waited for you. I love you,” he says nervously. “Will you marry me?” He looks up expectantly. Tears flood your eyes once again and you drop down to embrace him. “Yes,” you whisper into his ear. It’s the only thing you can say without the tears starting again; he understands. Fighting his own tears of happiness and relief, he slips the ring off of the chain that he wore around his neck for two months, and slides it onto your finger. It’s as if nothing ever happened, now, like you never left in the first place. You feel warmth flood your body as the first feelings you ever had for him return stronger than ever. Kissing him softly, you say quietly, “I love you, Wooyoung.” He just smiles and pulls you closer. “I love you, too. And I’ll never let you go again.”
Author: annyongpussycat
Pairing: You/Wooyoung
Rating: PG
Genre: Slight angst with a really happy ending. :3
A/N: My first in the You & 2PM series! I've got a Nichkhun one in the works now. Just put yourself in the story and have fun! ^^ Comments are love. <33
As the days went by, things didn’t feel the same. Morning after morning, you replied to his “I love you” with a half-hearted “I love you, too,” and kissed him out of habit. You went about things like you normally did, but inside, you wanted more. After a while, other guys started to catch your eye. You wondered why they did all of the sudden, as they hadn’t before. You didn’t realize that it was because you used to only have eyes for him. He used to be the only man you saw.
But now, when an old friend started texting you and asking to meet up, you just went along with it. It may have been wrong, but it made you feel alive again. Life felt exciting like it used to, and that’s what you thought you wanted.
So when you met him for dinner, the one who used to be all your heart wanted…you told him that.
He looked at you in disbelief, waiting for you to say you were joking. But when you said nothing, he inhaled sharply and bit his lip. He reached out to touch you, as if to have confirmation that this was really happening. His hand brushed your cheek lightly as his arm fell back to his side. His eyes shone with an expression you had never seen before, in all the time you had been together. You closed your eyes, not seeing his hand reach into his pocket, fingers closing around the ring he’d been hiding. You sighed and opened your eyes, though the last thing you ever wanted to see met your gaze. Eyes filled with tears, a perfect picture of heartbreak. You turned your head and did all you could do to keep your own tears at bay. With a final look at what you were leaving behind, you turned and, with all the strength you had, walked away.
Days passed. Weeks passed. But to you, it was all empty, not at all what you had imagined. Life felt colorless and dull, not like the vibrant world you thought was behind those locked doors. These new arms around you felt foreign and strange. The kisses were nice, but weren’t the kind that filled you with warmth and love. When he looked into your eyes, all you could see were his eyes as you left, filled with tears…completely broken. The nightmares were the worst; dream after dream of the same dying expression you saw that day in his eyes. You tried to convince yourself that it was only guilt, but still, every night you would wake up and secretly cry into your pillow, feeling cold and alone though there was someone sleeping soundly next to you. He never woke up and held you like he did when you’d had a bad dream. It was just as well, though. It wouldn’t have been the same if it weren’t coming from him.
That was when you realized it. Tears poured down you cheeks as you were fully hit with the realization of your mistake. Who was it all this time that held you when you were sad or scared and whispered reassuringly into your ear? As you lay in bed, you remembered vividly one time in particular. It was the night of the accident. Your best friend had been drinking after a bad breakup, and driving home, she had a terrible wreck and lost her life. You had never cried so much in your life. When you got the call, you felt nothing, just complete emptiness; your expression showed the same. But when he came to you, shaking you lightly and frantically asking what was wrong, the tears came. Telling him what had just happened, he’d sat you down on the bed with him and just rocked you, stroking your hair. He whispered to you, too. He told you how much he loved you and how he would never leave you…that he’d be there forever. Now you realized that there would never be anyone else who meant so much to you. Anyone could say ‘I love you’, but if it wasn’t him, you realized, the words would mean nothing.
Throwing back the covers and getting up, you hastily wiped away the tears that had been steadily streaming down your face and half ran to the closet. You ripped your clothing from the hangers and threw them messily into a suitcase. The commotion woke up the sleeping man in the other room. “What’s going on?” a voice demanded from the doorway. You barely managed to choke out an “I’m leaving.” You watched confusion spread across his features and linger in his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the eyes of the last person you left. “But..why? It’s 3 AM. What’s wrong?” he said. “I just can’t do this anymore,” you say in a strangled voice. “I still love him.” And with that, you leave.
And that’s what brings you to where you are now, his doorstep. Your hand shakes as you slowly raise it to knock. The fact that it’s 3:30 AM and that he’s probably asleep crosses you mind, but you shake your head and knock. It’s too late to turn back now, and if you wait until tomorrow, you’ll lose your resolve. To your surprise, the door opens within seconds, almost as if he was waiting.
No words could describe the expression that crosses his features as he sees you standing in the doorway. He looks deep into your eyes and breathes your name. Again you see the look in his eyes that killed you, that had haunted your dreams for the past two months, and that made you use all your strength to not start crying on the spot. But it’s three in the morning and you have no strength left anymore. You cry.
You cry and whisper his name over and over again. “Wooyoung…Wooyoung….Wooyoung,” you breathe, tears streaming from your eyes as you kneel down. He bends down and gently pulls you back up and inside, sitting you on the couch. As you continue to cry and stutter about how sorry you are and what an idiot you have been, he just wraps his arms around you once again and rocks you just like he used to. As your tears begin to subside, you find your words again, what you need more than anything to tell him. You say hoarsely from within his embrace, “Baby, I’m so sorry. I was so stupid for ever thinking I needed someone other than you. From the moment I walked away, I felt regret. As time went on, I realized just how horrible the mistake I’d made was,” you take a deep breath. “Wooyoung, I- I don’t think I can live without you…I love you.”
He pulls back a little from the embrace to hold your tear-stained face with his warm hands. He looks deep into your eyes, but you look down, unable to meet his gaze. “Look at me,” he says softly, and you look. You no longer see any of the pain on his features that seemed so permanent only moments before. He brushes you hair from your reddened eyes and smiles softly. “Is that really true?” he says, just a bit of doubt coloring his tone. You nod and he smiles. “Then that’s all I need to know,” he says, reaching for a chain around his neck. He unhooks the clasp and gently pulls the chain off, hiding it in his palm. “I’d been waiting for the right time to do this,” he says, sliding off the couch and taking your hand in his. He gets down on one knee.
“I can’t live without you either; that’s why I waited for you. I love you,” he says nervously. “Will you marry me?” He looks up expectantly. Tears flood your eyes once again and you drop down to embrace him. “Yes,” you whisper into his ear. It’s the only thing you can say without the tears starting again; he understands. Fighting his own tears of happiness and relief, he slips the ring off of the chain that he wore around his neck for two months, and slides it onto your finger. It’s as if nothing ever happened, now, like you never left in the first place. You feel warmth flood your body as the first feelings you ever had for him return stronger than ever. Kissing him softly, you say quietly, “I love you, Wooyoung.” He just smiles and pulls you closer. “I love you, too. And I’ll never let you go again.”