One-shot; for dreamoscope
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Pairing: Wooyoung x Goo Hara (for dreamoscope)
Prompt: Sometimes, we hang on, even if we should let go. Because sometimes, the right things doesn't always give us the right feelings.
Author's Note: SORRY FOR RUINING YOUR PROMPT! I have been thinking about this prompt since you shared it with me and GAH! I don't know if it's because I have too high expectations or if my mind really IS rotting lol but I am very sorry if this lets you down T^T! I had so many ideas for this but I didn't want it to be a cliche tragic story but I guess it kind of turned into that with no tragedy? x_x I WILL GO RECUPERATE DURING MY VACATION XD;
He had trapped himself in his own apartment, isolating himself from society. He was leaning against the couch with his eyes concentrated on the phone situated on the glass table in front of him. Everything was perfect for Jang Wooyoung, he had it all, family who spoiled him, friends who supported him through thick and thin, a job where his passion lied and the girl of his dreams but that was until yesterday where everything changed. Wooyoung reaches out with his arm; grabbing it with his hand he holds it above his head. Browsing through the list of names only one makes him smile and linger at the call button. He keeps his thoughts concentrated at the highlighted name, Goo Hara. His thumb glides along the over the call button, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and calms the hesitant gut feeling in his stomach. Taking another deep breath, he presses the call button and listens to the ringing tone.
Hello you have reached Goo Hara and I’m not here to answer your call please leave a message after the beep instead she starts giggling YAH! JANG WOOYOUNG STOP IT - beep
Wooyoung ends the call disappointingly before leaving a message. He sighs a little and begins remembering back to the time he taught her how to make a voicemail. He forms pictures in his head with his eyes shut.
YAH! JANG WOOYOUNG STOP IT! YOU’RE SO ANNOYING!
He could see it clearly in his mind, the way she would jokingly call him annoying while emitting little giggles. Her long caramel tinted hair would sway from side to side, releasing a scent of strawberry into the air. She would use her two petite hands to grab both sides of her hair and hold it up in a ponytail manner only to let it go just as quick as her smile appears in his mind. The thin lips form into a perfect smile as Wooyoung brings her close. Her doe eyes would look straight into his, their nose touching slightly and he whispers her name under his breath, “Hara”. Then Hara would look away shyly with small blush rushing across her face.
Wooyoung wraps both his arms around his body as he remembers the small body against his own, the way she’d wriggle her way out teasingly only to be held tighter. He opens his eyes only to witness himself subconsciously weeping but he doesn’t bother wiping the tears away. His mind begins screaming surrender as he tries to reminisce further back. He shuts his eyes rightly and repeats the words “back to the day before yesterday” over and over; back to when everything was still perfect.
He can see her chasing him around the house while trying to take a Polaroid of his bed hair and duck printed pyjamas. He had desperately tried to avoid the camera so he hid behind the couch. When he could hear her coming, he jumped out and caught her from behind, tickling the girl until she admitted defeat. Wooyoung thought he was safe but she was sneakier because sticking to the fridge door is a photo of his shocked face with dishevelled hair in duck printed pyjamas.
He opens his eyes slowly, and breathes out heavily only to finally realize reminiscing only makes him feel worse. He scrolls down the contacts list of his phone and dials the same number again.
Hello you have reached Hara and I’m not here to answer your call please -
Wooyoung releases a muffled scream. Every emotion feeling foreign, he can’t understand the pang which is running through his body so he begins hitting his chest; the part which feels the worst, each punch harder than the previous. The warmth of her body next to his, the smile he loves, the laugh which makes him feel warm, and the voice which he can put on repeat; they are slowly slipping away through his fingers.
One minute she was right next to him, the next moment she had packed her bags and left, leaving a note saying sorry with no other explanation.
He keeps dialling but every dial only ended up in voicemail.
He hates it but he won’t admit defeat, he can’t admit defeat.
So he continues dialling.
Still dialling.
And dialling.
‘Yoboseyo’
Pairing: Wooyoung x Goo Hara (for dreamoscope)
Prompt: Sometimes, we hang on, even if we should let go. Because sometimes, the right things doesn't always give us the right feelings.
Author's Note: SORRY FOR RUINING YOUR PROMPT! I have been thinking about this prompt since you shared it with me and GAH! I don't know if it's because I have too high expectations or if my mind really IS rotting lol but I am very sorry if this lets you down T^T! I had so many ideas for this but I didn't want it to be a cliche tragic story but I guess it kind of turned into that with no tragedy? x_x I WILL GO RECUPERATE DURING MY VACATION XD;
He had trapped himself in his own apartment, isolating himself from society. He was leaning against the couch with his eyes concentrated on the phone situated on the glass table in front of him. Everything was perfect for Jang Wooyoung, he had it all, family who spoiled him, friends who supported him through thick and thin, a job where his passion lied and the girl of his dreams but that was until yesterday where everything changed. Wooyoung reaches out with his arm; grabbing it with his hand he holds it above his head. Browsing through the list of names only one makes him smile and linger at the call button. He keeps his thoughts concentrated at the highlighted name, Goo Hara. His thumb glides along the over the call button, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and calms the hesitant gut feeling in his stomach. Taking another deep breath, he presses the call button and listens to the ringing tone.
Hello you have reached Goo Hara and I’m not here to answer your call please leave a message after the beep instead she starts giggling YAH! JANG WOOYOUNG STOP IT - beep
Wooyoung ends the call disappointingly before leaving a message. He sighs a little and begins remembering back to the time he taught her how to make a voicemail. He forms pictures in his head with his eyes shut.
YAH! JANG WOOYOUNG STOP IT! YOU’RE SO ANNOYING!
He could see it clearly in his mind, the way she would jokingly call him annoying while emitting little giggles. Her long caramel tinted hair would sway from side to side, releasing a scent of strawberry into the air. She would use her two petite hands to grab both sides of her hair and hold it up in a ponytail manner only to let it go just as quick as her smile appears in his mind. The thin lips form into a perfect smile as Wooyoung brings her close. Her doe eyes would look straight into his, their nose touching slightly and he whispers her name under his breath, “Hara”. Then Hara would look away shyly with small blush rushing across her face.
Wooyoung wraps both his arms around his body as he remembers the small body against his own, the way she’d wriggle her way out teasingly only to be held tighter. He opens his eyes only to witness himself subconsciously weeping but he doesn’t bother wiping the tears away. His mind begins screaming surrender as he tries to reminisce further back. He shuts his eyes rightly and repeats the words “back to the day before yesterday” over and over; back to when everything was still perfect.
He can see her chasing him around the house while trying to take a Polaroid of his bed hair and duck printed pyjamas. He had desperately tried to avoid the camera so he hid behind the couch. When he could hear her coming, he jumped out and caught her from behind, tickling the girl until she admitted defeat. Wooyoung thought he was safe but she was sneakier because sticking to the fridge door is a photo of his shocked face with dishevelled hair in duck printed pyjamas.
He opens his eyes slowly, and breathes out heavily only to finally realize reminiscing only makes him feel worse. He scrolls down the contacts list of his phone and dials the same number again.
Hello you have reached Hara and I’m not here to answer your call please -
Wooyoung releases a muffled scream. Every emotion feeling foreign, he can’t understand the pang which is running through his body so he begins hitting his chest; the part which feels the worst, each punch harder than the previous. The warmth of her body next to his, the smile he loves, the laugh which makes him feel warm, and the voice which he can put on repeat; they are slowly slipping away through his fingers.
One minute she was right next to him, the next moment she had packed her bags and left, leaving a note saying sorry with no other explanation.
He keeps dialling but every dial only ended up in voicemail.
He hates it but he won’t admit defeat, he can’t admit defeat.
So he continues dialling.
Still dialling.
And dialling.
‘Yoboseyo’