PART ONE.
seongwu would always make time to meet her whenever he gets back from an overseas schedule, which is almost always cut short because jisung would remind him of an early recording scheduled the next day. sujin doesn’t complain and actually encourages him to squander his time on more important things (to which seongwu hostilely responds with you’re important.) she doesn’t have the right to, not when seongwu belongs to one of the biggest boy groups in korea right now, so sujin completely understands their stolen time. and not like she’s in any position either — they’re just friends.
their conversations gradually got slimmer with wanna one’s final comeback fast approaching. seongwu still tries to pop a text message every now and then and sujin would take a split second to respond. it started off strange, not getting a notification almost immediately, and she convinces herself that the looming disappointment is a byproduct of straying from the accustomed more than anything else. occassional turns to sparse, and sujin’s dejection feels a lot more personal. (she finds it so superficial to be hung up on something like this, especially when seongwu, of all people, doesn’t owe her time. so she decides for herself — she’ll reduce her replies to keep him focused on his upcoming promotions.)
it’s november 2018 and wanna one’s last release is crunching down to four days. seongwu plops himself at the back of the practice room when their instructor calls five and picks up his phone as soon as he settles down. he deflates the second he unlocks his phone.
minhyun catches the troubled look on seongwu’s face. “sujin didn’t reply?”
seongwu clicks his phone shut and tucks it back in his bag. “yeah.”
he texted her three hours ago and he’d normally check back with a message to return. and ordinarily he wouldn’t mind; sujin’s probably just too occupied to attend to his texts. but it gets a little suspicious when it’s become a reccurring thing.
“maybe she’s busy. it’s exam season isn’t it?”
he scoffs in contempt. “exam season isn’t in two weeks and busy? this girl sends me selfies in the middle of her lectures.”
minhyun raises his hands up in defense and stifles a chuckle (he knows seongwu’s quite a pathetic man but seeing him so disconcerted by this raises and sets the bar.) “you should’ve implemented girlfriend duties when you had the chance.”
seongwu almost chokes on his own bile. “she’s not my girlfriend.”
minhyun sits up from his position, “whatever you say.” and stalks out of the room, leaving Said Pathetic Man dumbfounded.
that night, seongwu texts her (again, not like he hasn’t been.)
what happened to our friendship pact >:(
sujin doesn’t reply until a few minutes later.
the one where we reply as soon as possible
everything alright with you?
no yeah just a little stressed frm uni like the usual
i am serious
you’d always tell me when ur feeling exceptionally stressed tho....
well projects and research have really been time consuming lately
it’s not
you’re not bothering me you know that
i know
neither replies that night, nor the next morning, nor the following days. it wasn’t an argument per say, but it did feel like one and neither did anything to resolve it. they let months and days of consistently chatting end that way. and not like it matters, sujin thinks again — who was she to take up his time like that?
PART TWO.
(wanna one releases their final album. sujin listens upon release but doesn’t congratulate him.)
sujin meets up with minju after so long. it’s impossible to schedule anything with minju now that she made use of her skills and actually got a job. sujin didn’t realize how much she missed her best friend until that day and just wanted to make the best of it by keeping things solely about themselves. but alas, the conversation ultimately veered to the topic about seongwu and her.
“what? that dude still hasn’t asked you for your hand in marriage?” minju says in between shoving a spoonful of rice into .
“who are we talking about?”
minju gawps at sujin like she’s lost her mind, except she has. she only shrugs at the condescending look and belatedly realizes when minju starts dancing to ing nayana.
“what the of course not.”
“make it more obvious that you’re sad.”
“we’re not interested in each other that way, plus—” minju retreats to her seat when sujin shoots her down a look, “we haven’t been talking lately.”
“yeah, right.” the younger snorts.
sujin’s eye twitches at the instinctual disbelief and retorts by unlocking her phone and tossing it to minju. the latter goes through the dates with eyes wide. “oh for real.......”
“told you so.”
the reverie of being right is cut short when sujin hears the familiar click and instantly snaps her head to minju’s direction who’s sending the selfie she took to seongwu. sujin yelps for help but minju has too fat a thumb to miss the send button.
the tyrant types — having jokbal when spring breeze suddenly played. you sound so cool~
“this isn’t even spring breeze, this is ing exo — give me that!”
both freezes when a notification pops up.
video or it didn’t happen
minju cackles in complacent victory and hurls the phone back to sujin, who looks like she’s about to burst into tears any second now. she tucks the phone at the farthest corner of her bag for the rest of the evening.
it’s a minute past 10 when another message pops up. it’s from seongwu.
i’m still waiting on that video btw
i could if i wanted to
LOL spring breeze wasn’t playing was it
nope
(seongwu expected this: the curt, monotone answers. it’s gonna be hard to adjust to but it’s better than nothing.
he was about to reply when sujin beats him to it.)
which i personally think is the restaurant’s loss :/
they could’ve played soty when they had the chance
ur right... we should sue them for neglect of people’s rights
guess we’re quitting id for law school
there’s a pause. seongwu stares at his phone in anticipation and spots the speech bubble forming on sujin’s end. she waits for her message to send and when it doesn’t, he takes initiative.
(they called each other that night and picked up on where they left.)
PART THREE.
the following weeks were a blur as it is vivid. seongwu enumerates all their upcoming activities and sujin whines to him about the workload her professer dumped on them. she’d still send him selfies during lectures, except this time seongwu tells her she looks pretty.
it’s december 2018, the night of the melon music awards. sujin and soojung are over at minju’s at what’s supposed to be a girls’ night out, but the booze and hot men that’ll disrespect them are taken out and traded for juice boxes and kpop boys with too much hair gel.
later in the evening, wanna one wins their second daesang and seongwu brings tears with his speech.
(there’s something about the way seongwu is with words. it’s raw, it’s earnest, it projects so much emotions at once. she hears more than gratitude, she hears more than years of ridicule coming to a close; she hears desperation of worth and finding it years later in the best possible way.
watching him stand there — as every kind of seongwu she’s ever known — evoked unknown feelings. sujin’s never understood the intricacies of emotions nor did she ever want to. but it’s a half past ten and someone she personally knows is at his highest right now, and there’s something about this reality sounding so ing magical that sujin thinks for a second she wouldn’t mind knowing.
her friends fight back the tears from falling and she was the only one who let it fall.)
sujin calls him later that night, a little over one in the morning.
“hey,” her voice was soft, lulling, something akin to a whisper. there’s a vague sound of a crackle at the other end of the line.
“hey.” he says back, voice just as soft.
“watched mma earlier. you guys looked cool.”
“yeah? that’s it? no congratulatory commentary? no omona, seongwu oppa you’re so handsome even when you cry!”
(seongwu sounds awfully annoying for someone who just cried on national television.)
“sob speeches still don’t you give the free pass to my compassion.”
“just trying my luck.” she hears him titter from the other line. there’s a brief moment of silence, although both knew it wasn’t signal to drop the call. they hear their breaths over the phone, the background noises from road traffic and bed sheets crumpling everytime they shift position.
sujin takes the initiative to continue.
“i get it, you know.” she threads unsurely.
“get what?”
“why people love you.” seongwu lets her continue.
“you’re like... this perfect guy, you know? it’s easier to name the things you at than the things you’re good at. you’re funny and like, you have a nice face to boot and you’ve got this ability to beguile the world with your poetic voodoo magic. you’ve also got this crazy beautiful voice and it’s soft and it’s warm and the calibre of your voice is— i can’t explain it— you’re just really good. and you’re pretty genuine with everything you do too, like people would look at you and think ah, what a filial and genuine handsome young man. when people look at me, they just think i’m a vapid narcissist. but all in all, i get it, you know, the hype surrounding you. like even i would pay load to have you complete my half heart. you’re just, you’re deserving of so much more than the world could give. believe me.”
seongwu doesn’t speak even when he’s given the cue to continue. he can’t, not when he sees clarity and feels so sure about the world — about her. he’s known all this time; he knew sujin was never just anybody. and although that’s a given and everyone has been so unrepressed to him about it, seongwu wanted confirmation, he needed prompting from the world to tell him he’s right (and the world answers him certainty.)
“sujin?”
“hmm?”
“do you like me?”
“what?” it’s accusing, her tone.
“i said, do you like me.”
“uhh... er... is this a trick question because i can’t tell....”
“i’m serious. do you like me?”
“w- wait, are you asking me this because i rambled about how likable you are because your interpretation is awry—”
“just answer me, han sujin.”
sujin doesn’t know if she’s ever heard seongwu this stern and urgent, as if his voice is desperate to know. that if she doesn’t answer, he’ll never feel at ease.
but does she? does she like seongwu? sure, he turned out to be a much more imperative presence in her life than intended, and only realizes now that a day is never really a day without talking to him. she’s began to measure time by the hours seongwu takes before he gets to reply, began to wonder more about what seongwu would think of this, think of that, and began to depend on their midnight phone calls to assuage her worries. she’s began to look and picture the world with seongwu in it even if he’s just perpetually in message form (and she doesn’t really mind, not as long as he’s there.)
oh. oh .
“i mean, you’re a nice guy, appealing and sweet, and you’ve got this tone of concern that’s really unsettling. because like, you’re you and you’re ong seongwu and you’re easy to like— i mean adore, like admire and, it’s—”
“so you do.”
“wha— i didn’t even say anything!”
“you said i’m easy to like.”
“i said you’re unsettling, read between the lines.”
seongwu shushes her with a teasing cadence to his voice. “ssh, it’s okay, it’s okay. i think it’s cute that you’ve got a crush on me, like this feels very elementary but, it’s sweet.” he giggles to himself and drops his voice to a whisper, “i’ll keep this between the two of us, it’ll be our little secret.”
sujin feels the er wink at the other end of the line
she scoffs in clear contempt. “you’re funny— you’re a funny man. because like, wha— i didn’t even imply anything! i said you’re likable, doesn’t mean i like you. i said you’re ideally the man of people’s dreams, doesn’t mean you’re the man of my dreams! you’re so, you’re so ing annoying God! like even if i do— which i don’t— why would i, why would— it doesn’t matter!”
“all i hear is like, like, like, ong seongwu i am hopelessly in love with you.” seongwu hears her grumble loudly and tries his best to hold back his guffaw.
“you know what — screw you ong. screw you and your gigantic nose and your inflated ego and— ugh! and so what? so what if i do! so what, so what if it miraculously turns out i do like you what— what’s it to you!”
sujin only registers what she said when she catches her breath. “wait, i—”
“aw man, if that’s the case, then this is gonna be a problem.”
“what problem.”
“the problem is,” he smiles through his words “i have no choice but to make you my girlfriend.”
04
one of the most common misconceptions in the world is the feeling you get when you date an idol. it’s not all dreams fulfilled, not all luxury of time and love and liberty, it’s not all satisfaction.
(if anything, sujin wants to get out of this relationship.)
she likes seongwu, she does. even more than she actually thought. she’s always felt overwhelmed by emotions, but there’s something in the way seongwu loves and expresses love that keeps her still and unable to move, like she’s dumbstruck to the point that it’s hard to comprehend.
seongwu got a whole lot more expresssive and affectionate when they got together — he never forgets to bid good morning or goodnight (even if it’s three in the morning and sujin wouldn’t be awake in 5 hours), waxes cheesy poetics about her and sujin would threaten to block him, and sends an i love you every after the conversation.
sujin, on the other hand, is just as caustic, just as annoying, and even though she insists she’s just as emotionally constipated despite seongwu literally being her boyfriend, he senses the marginal difference in sentiment. sujin’s gotten significantly more comfortable too (which says a lot because sujin is comfortable) and manifests it through a sickly amount of aegyo, but seongwu is too far down his feelings to dislike anything sujin does.
sujin has never really been the type to demand for attention, and she still isn’t. even if seongwu insists that it’s not okay that he hasn’t been replying promptly or calling her as often, she doesn’t mind. she doesn’t mind at all because she knows. she knows his situation — he’s one of the most coveted names in the industry right now and with wanna one’s time continuously ticking, he has no time to spare on her. and she accepts this wholly.
she accepts it in a way that she doesn’t think she should even be in a relationship with him.
the first time sujin met the members as seongwu’s girlfriend was after they got back from hong kong. they’re throwing a small, personal celebration to commemorate finishing the mama installments and the awards they’ve accumulated over the week. wanna one, who are hyper aware of seongwu’s Prosperous Love Life, prompts him to invite sujin over.
hey come over we’re having a calorie fest
and this “we” you speak of is who exactly
lol yeah right
i’m not coming over to your apartment seongwu
but :( i promise i’ll keep it pg13 :(
or at least tuck daehwi and guanlin to sleep before we go further than that :(
SEONGWU WHAT THE LOL
no
this is violation against boyfriend rights
off man you’re still big nosed ong for me
and you are my girlfrend who my members are dying to meet <3
they’ve met me already
oh come on please just one slice of pizza and you can take off ~~~
one slice then a kiss then you can take off
damn...... i’ve always wanted to know how it feels to kiss minhyun :/
i will ship that back to nu’est dorms in a split second i have jonghyun on speed dial don’t test me
SHJFHFHJEF ur so fecken weird sometimes
weird and messed up... some would say we are a match made in heaven
i can’t it’s way too risky. this is ur apartment we’re talking about
ur crazy sasaengs could be outside w their binoculars and pesticides
they’re not we dealt with sorento 9821 back in march
DWHJHFHJFKEJGFHFJ
i’ll take that as a yes then hehe don’t dress up way too prettily you might attract attention
yeah like my plaid skirt would draw dispatch to ur apartment
it’s not that i’m worried about
i’m scared that jaehwan might start ogling at you :/
o man if only you’ve seen the way he reacted to the selfie you sent me last thursday like bro eyes off /my pretty girlfriend
shut up ong you’re exhausting my data
(seongwu sat and stood next to sujin the entire night and when they think no one’s looking, they’d lock fingers.)
the first time sujin felt hesitant about this relationship was a few days before new year’s. it’s an emotional time for wanna one’s fans and especially the boys themselves. whenever seongwu would go on and on about how he’s terrified of everything at this moment — terrified of the world, of the future, of how life will look like being apart from people he considers family — sujin feels a pang of guilt; a prickle that feels a lot like intrusion.
she hears him apologize profusely for not being attentive enough, for missing out on scheduled calls, for forgetting to send good night messsages when he comes fatigued from practice. she hears him say sorry more than he says hello. sujin hears him live up to what he calls an obligation which he didn’t need to attend to.
she knows it’s an move, now more than ever. he’s in pain and she’s probably one of few things that’s keeping him at bay (but sujin refuses to acknowledge this.) but it’s hard, suffocating, when she feels she’s become nothing but a load; that she’s only adding onto the already overwhelming pile of worries, that she’s only getting in between him and what really matters. it’s hard when she feels that he should only fix this sort of attention to people who deserve it, to people who’s gonna be with him until the ambiguity of always.
sujin feels like she’s burdening him.
she consults minju about this, who characteristically says she’s overthinking. of course, of course she is. minju tells her it’s her mind playing tricks, and that if she really knew seongwu, she’d know he treasures their relationship just as much as the others things. and if she knew seongwu, she should know she’s just as important as everything else.
for a short while, she’s alleviated.
it returns during the final concert — just as overwhelming, just as swamped.
seongwu invites sujin and his friends on the third day of their concert series. sujin has never felt or seen so much vehemence in one place; the despair was so palpable that she’s frightened too.
seongwu walks out on stage and performs his solo. sujin’s breath hitches at the first note. she’s immobile and quiet throughout the stretch of the perfomance and seongwu finishes with sujin in utter awe (love is a funny thing, she thinks, how it suppresses everything else just for that one moment.)
(sujin wants to laugh but no sound is coming out. she wants to laugh because it doesn’t make sense. it doesn’t make any sense that the boy standing there so beautifully is the boy she’s been talking on the phone with almost every night. that the boy who created magic on stage is the same boy who’s made her feel and taught her love. that the owner of the voice who sang to a fervent crowd is the same person who sings to her at night when he thinks she’s fallen asleep.
she wants to laugh because she doesn’t know if she deserves it. she doesn’t know if she deserves seongwu’s vast capability to love. she doesn’t know if she deserves ong seongwu who takes it upon himself to extol the value of her existence, ong seongwu who sends her voicemails every after lecture just so she’d feel his presence even when he’s not there, ong seongwu who would steal time just to let her know how much he loves her.
ong seongwu who loved so dearly — she doesn’t know if she deserves any of it.)
sujin goes home that night without saying goodbye and doesn’t attend the last day of therefore even if seongwu reserved her a seat next to his parents.
seongwu eventually finds out about sujin’s turmoil.
it’s a few day after therefore and he shows up to her apartment with the most annoying lopsided grin. he doesn’t waste a second to tell her off and rebuke her for all the thoughts that plagued her mind. he whips up this entire speech about her worth — both as a person and as his girlfriend — and grants her this certainty, this assurance she initially doubted would appease her. but now she’s standing in front of seongwu and hears him say he wants to wake up and have someone to say good morning to. she hears him say he wants someone to hold his hand even when it’s clammy, to tell him to shut up when he starts writing dissertations about the photo she sent, to lie to him and tell him everything’s okay when it isn’t. she hears him tell her he loves her with a magnitude neither of them could imagine.
(and when he does, sujin accepts defeat. she can deny everything in the world but her feelings for him.)
RELATIONSHIP TRIVIA
• they’re boring and have each other’s actual names as their contact names. while jaehwan’s out there nicknamed 귀여운 째니 in sujin’s grand list of contacts, seongwu’s set as 옹성우 (“not even an EMOJI?!” “not even a punctuation mark”)
• both are obnoxiously flirty with each other without realizing they’re even flirting or being obnoxious to begin with. #0011 옹성우’s the receiving end to most of it, especially when seongwu’s camping out in the group chat with spongebob essays and sujin sliding in with come here and be a geek with me 😛😽 every time someone would threaten to kick him out.
• sujin pulls the minhyunable card every chance she gets. both are perfectly aware that sujin means it as much as she meant robbing him once payday rolls but ong just goes along with it. minhyun eventually got a whiff of the recurring joke and plays along frighteningly well that one time ong got tipsy at a dinner and mindlessly texted sujin: “you love me right? not minhyun? Me right? ME?????? Ong seongwu ME???”
• sujin’s perpetually in denial of her affection. she’s clingy in ways she doesn’t think she is. she paints herself as this Rational Girlfriend who does rational things to keep famous boyfriend from pursuing irrational decisions and it goes as far as acknowledging his demanding career but that’s pretty much it. career wise she has it all covered, but sujin who’s dating ong seongwu as a person is whiny and loving and jealous and unexpectedly sweet that it boggles seongwu.
→ sujin rejects all forms of selfish sentiments when it comes to dating seongwu. she refuses to cave to the idea that she’s affected by the public’s reaction towards her, or that there are also times when she’d yearn for seongwu’s physical presence when everything else is taking a toll on her. instead, she redirects all these pettiness to her being inconsiderate of seongwu and his job and his wants in life.
• no one talks about either’s dating history unless they need a reason to stretch a petty argument longer.
• so far, they’ve never had a relationship shattering argument. either they’re good at swallowing their pride or pasta discourse isn’t as consequential as they make it out to be.
INTERACTION WITH GROUP MEMBERS
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