#Ottawa Wedding Show
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Bucket of Happiness | J.Ww
Pairing: Businessman! Wonwoo x reader ft. Mingyu
Genre: Angst, fluff, friends to lovers
Summary: After the divorce settled, you immediately moved to Canada for your treatment. Meanwhile, Wonwoo has to run away from his parents who couldn't stop forcing him to get married.
Here's the part 1 | part 2 (Falling Flowers Series)
Wonwoo couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw a familiar figure step into the elevator. Both of them froze, realizing they could meet each other even after traveling thousands of miles. Awkwardly, Wonwoo bowed his head in greeting as you entered the elevator, the tension palpable between them.
Neither dared to say a word, letting only the jazz music fill the silence. When the elevator stopped at the 8th floor, you bowed your head before stepping out, revealing that you lived right behind his floor. Wonwoo sighed with the revelation, realizing you were in Canada, the same country as him.
It had only been two months since Wonwoo drank with Mingyu, his friend, right after Mingyu's divorce with you was settled. It wasn't a celebratory drink, Wonwoo assumed, but Mingyu didn't say anything about why he was drinking like a madman after his divorce request was accepted. Wonwoo didn't dare to ask, but he always sensed that something was up.
Meeting you in this country was a surprising revelation for him. He hadn't expected to encounter anyone he knew from Korea after deciding to leave the country for a few months following a huge fight with his parents. Leaving his business to his workers wasn't the same as being there himself. His trust had decreased, with too much monitoring, and he felt alone. He craved solace but not solitude.
Mingyu and Seungcheol had been calling him since he landed two days ago. He wanted to tell them he had safely arrived in Ottawa, the capital city of Canada. However, he didn't want anyone to know his whereabouts after the controversy his parents caused at their charity ball two weeks ago. They announced a future wedding for Wonwoo with a woman he had never met, without his consent.
Now, he was taking a risk by leaving everything behind in South Korea, choosing to live his life in peace here.
As the doorbell rang at 8 p.m., Wonwoo, engrossed in monitoring files sent by his secretary, stood up and opened the door. His eyes widened in shock as he saw you standing there with plastic bags filled with vegetables and a portable stove in your other hand.
"Hi..." you said, and Wonwoo nodded in response, his gaze shifting from you to the items in your hands, then back to you.
"I remembered Mingyu mentioned you like hot pot, want to have some?" you asked, raising your hands higher to show him what you brought.
Wonwoo, surprised but curious, accepted the offer, taking everything from your hands and inviting you inside. He stepped aside to let you in, and you followed, heading straight to the dining table and starting to prepare the ingredients for the hot pot.
Wonwoo assisted with the portable stove, marveling at your deft hands as you worked quickly. No words were exchanged beyond simple requests for utensils or ingredients.
Feeling the silence stretch, Wonwoo finally asked how you knew his unit. "The elevator," you explained simply, and Wonwoo nodded in acknowledgment, realizing you must have seen it stop at the floor above yours earlier that day.
"Enjoy the meal," Wonwoo said as you both sat down to eat, and you nodded, smiling.
The two of you enjoyed the food in a calm and quiet atmosphere, and once it was finished, you tidied up together before leaving his apartment, no words exchanged between you.
*
Wonwoo saw you again after a week. He was reading by the window when he saw you walking on the other side of the street with a few bags in your hands. Wonwoo's lips lifted at the sight; for a petite figure like yours, you were indeed strong. It reminded him of Mingyu's words about how you were physically and emotionally strong.
However, Wonwoo noticed something different about you that he couldn't quite tell. He watched you until your figure was out of his sight. "Did you cut your hair?" he thought. He was sure your hair was pretty long the last time you met. What he saw earlier was you with shoulder-length hair covered with a cap, making you appear younger. "A little appearance change might be good after a divorce," Wonwoo thought.
When Wonwoo decided to go for a run, he noticed another bag hooked onto his doorknob, just like the other day. Today, it was filled with fruits, the same ones you had in your hands earlier. Last time, you had given him a homecooked meal with a note to warm it before eating, which he found kind and thoughtful. Perhaps you had heard about what happened to him back in South Korea.
The other day, it was a salad bowl. Wonwoo intended to reciprocate the gesture. On his way back home, he picked up some sour bread and left it on your doorknob with a note of thanks, hoping you would know it was from him. This exchange continued, each giving to the other, until Wonwoo found himself constantly thinking about what he should get for you, even while he was away in another city.
It had been a month since he moved to Ottawa. He explored most of the city by running and taking public transportation, using stops at coffee shops to make calls and emails for his business. Despite the change in scenery, he remained a diligent businessman, ensuring every investment was worthwhile.
Now, standing in front of the liquor store, Wonwoo pondered whether to get you a bottle of whiskey or wine. He couldn't recall Mingyu ever mentioning your drinking habits. In fact, Mingyu rarely brought you up in conversation unless it reminded him of Nari, their best friend who was now married to Seungcheol.
This reflection brought Wonwoo back to the time when Mingyu mentioned that you reminded him of Nari. Indeed, as Wonwoo got to know you when you and Mingyu were still married, he noticed the physical similarities and the same calm and peaceful vibe you both emanated. You and Nari shared a protective nature towards others, seeming to care deeply about everyone else above yourselves.
Despite the exchange of gifts, you and Wonwoo hadn't met or exchanged words since the hot pot that night.
Wonwoo was just about to place a box of wine in front of your door when it swung open, revealing your figure, which shockingly appeared thinner than before. He momentarily mistook you for someone else, taken aback by your hollow cheeks and thin frame. Quickly dismissing his thoughts, Wonwoo retrieved the box and handed it to you personally.
"I just got back from Quebec for business. They said this is their best," Wonwoo explained.
You accepted the wine with a nod of thanks. "You don't have to," you said softly.
Wonwoo shook his head, insisting, "How could I not? You've been so thoughtful to me. Thank you so much, by the way."
You offered him a polite smile, and Wonwoo noticed two large trash bags filled to the brim sitting in front of your door. Without hesitation, he asked, "Are you going to recycle? Want me to help?"
"No, no, it's okay!" you refused, but Wonwoo insisted on helping.
Walking side by side with you, Wonwoo lifted both trash bags, not allowing you to carry them. "Have you had dinner?" you asked him, and Wonwoo shook his head. You then kindly offered him a meal as gratitude, and Wonwoo nodded, glad that you were starting to engage in conversation.
While waiting for the budae-jjigae to cook, you locked eyes with Wonwoo, causing him to bite his lip nervously. After a moment of silence, he finally mustered the courage to ask, "How are you?"
You took a moment to respond before saying, "better than before?" Wonwoo couldn't help but wonder what Mingyu had done to elicit such a response from you.
"And how about you, Mr. Jeon?" you asked in return.
Wonwoo shook his head. "Please call me Wonwoo. You're not Seungcheol hyung's secretary anymore," he said, smiling. "I'm great. I feel comfortable here, despite being far from home."
You mentioned that Nari had told you about his disappearance and how everyone was searching for him. Wonwoo's smile turned bitter. "So you heard about that," he said, nodding as you bit your lip.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you. Your parents... They were in the wrong, and I understand your decision to seek peace," you said softly.
Wonwoo took a deep breath before exhaling. "Are you doing the same thing here? Seeking peace?" he asked.
"I don't know. I came here for another reason, but I have found some peace," you replied with a smile, noticing that the meal was ready.
"Please, help yourself," you offered.
Wonwoo smiled and lifted his spoon and bowl of rice. "Thanks for the meal," he said warmly.
*
Wonwoo found relief after talking with you that night. He called his mother and informed her that he was doing well in Canada. Following your suggestion, he calmly explained his feelings about the marriage agenda his parents had been pushing, expressing his disappointment about the last event. After that call, he never felt so light-hearted.
He continued to get you things, whether it was food, cake, or books. Sometimes he saw you bringing home stacks of books, so he assumed you liked reading just like him. Tonight, he had just returned from meeting an old friend. As he walked to the elevator, a crew of medics rushed in. When they pressed the button for your floor, his heart sank.
"Is something happening to someone in that unit?" Wonwoo asked one of them.
"Do you know her? She was dialing an emergency call before she collapsed," one of the medics replied.
Wonwoo's brows furrowed in concern. He immediately followed them after they gave him permission, explaining that he was a friend of yours. With the help of the building's staff, they opened your door and entered your apartment. There you were, collapsed on the floor with your phone lying beside you. He felt a wave of relief knowing that you had managed to dial the emergency number.
As you arrived at the nearest hospital, Wonwoo offered himself to be your guardian. Holding his phone tightly, he felt an urge to call Mingyu, but he hesitated, wanting to respect your privacy. He couldn't help but notice the loss of your radiance after your sudden weight loss, and he couldn't shake the thought that it might be a result of the divorce.
When Mingyu informed him of his intention to divorce you, Wonwoo wasn't surprised. There had been signs that something was amiss in your marriage with Mingyu. It was a Friday night when Mingyu decided to stay at Wonwoo's house.
"You don't want to come home?" Wonwoo asked, puzzled by Mingyu's decision to stay the night.
"I'm divorcing Y/n," Mingyu blurted out.
Wonwoo stopped in his tracks. "Why?" he asked, unable to comprehend Mingyu's reasoning. "Is it because of the rumors?" he continued, pressing Mingyu for an answer.
Mingyu shook his head. "I intended to divorce her long before the rumors," he confessed.
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "Is it because of her miscarriage?" he asked.
Mingyu was silent for a moment before exhaling heavily. "It wasn't a miscarriage," he began. "She aborted them."
Wonwoo remembered how Mingyu had cried after confessing his intention to divorce you. However, months later, after the divorce was finalized, Mingyu called him for a drink, and Wonwoo could see regret in his friend's eyes. Many questions remained unanswered. Did Mingyu still love you? Was Mingyu happy during your marriage? How did you feel about the divorce?
"Y/n Ji's guardian?" Wonwoo was called, prompting him to swiftly make his way to the nurse station. He listened attentively as they briefed him on your condition.
"Ms. Ji's condition is stable, but she'll need to stay in the hospital for a few days. Please fill out this form and send it to the administration station," the nurse instructed.
Wonwoo nodded, but before taking the form, he inquired, "May I know what happened to her?"
"Nothing serious. She collapsed due to exhaustion and is undergoing medical treatment. It appears she may have taken the wrong dose of medication. The doctor will explain in detail," the nurse replied.
After handling the administrative tasks, Wonwoo accompanied you to your room. The doctor informed him that you had taken an incorrect dose of medication, causing you to lose consciousness. The doctor also mentioned that you would need to remain in the hospital until your chemotherapy appointment, which caught Wonwoo off guard. Chemotherapy? Were you ill? Did Mingyu know about this?
"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble," you said weakly, but still grateful.
Wonwoo shook his head. "No need to apologize. I'm just glad you're okay. You did well to dial the emergency number."
Handing you back your phone, he said, "I've put my number in as your emergency contact. Please call me if anything happens."
You accepted the phone with a weak smile. "Thank you."
There was a pause before Wonwoo cautiously asked, "Are you sick?" He didn't want to offend you with his question.
You smiled, not directly answering, but Wonwoo understood. Yes, you were sick, and it seemed serious.
"Are you here for treatment?" he asked, and you confirmed it.
"Have you told Mingyu?" Wonwoo inquired, and you nodded.
"So you're still in communication?" he assumed, but you shook your head.
"Mingyu knew. He knew before we were officially divorced," you revealed.
Wonwoo scowled. Mingyu knew about your illness and still went through with the divorce?
"Is it serious, your illness?" he asked with concern.
You thought for a moment. "I don't know, but it could be life-threatening. I've worked hard to get to this point," you explained, mentioning that this hospital was the only one with the procedure for your cancer.
"If you're wondering why Mingyu still divorced me despite knowing this, it's because I asked him not to stop the divorce process," you added, answering another question in his mind.
Wonwoo shook his head, his worry evident. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry."
You smiled. "No need to apologize. You're Mingyu's friend, so it's natural for you to wonder. I understand."
"It was the best decision for both of us. In fact, it wasn't difficult to divorce," you said calmly.
Wonwoo sighed, feeling a pang of sadness. You had no idea how much Mingyu had loved you when you were still carrying his child.
*
Wonwoo took a moment to absorb Mingyu's flurry of questions and colorful language, a mixture of relief and amusement washing over him at his friend's outburst. After two months of silence, he couldn't blame Mingyu for being a tad dramatic.
"I'm in Ottawa, enjoying my life here," Wonwoo finally replied, a smile evident in his voice despite the distance.
There was a brief pause before Mingyu dropped the unexpected bombshell. "Y/n is in Ottawa as well."
Wonwoo's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Actually, I live right above her apartment," he admitted, his tone tinged with intrigue.
Mingyu's chuckle resonated through the phone. "What a small world, right?"
The conversation lulled into silence before Wonwoo decided to break it. "Hey, would you like to know how she's doing? I see her around quite often."
Mingyu's response was immediate, tinged with a mix of concern and uncertainty. "Yeah, please... Is she alright?"
The conversation shifted, and Wonwoo could feel Mingyu's apprehension when he broached the topic of your well-being. It was clear that you held a special place in Mingyu's heart, even if you were no longer together.
Mingyu's next question caught him off guard, stumbling over his words in typical Mingyu fashion. "Um, is she... still the same? I mean, does she still look the same? Gosh, I know this is a stupid question—"
"Yeah, she's doing great," Wonwoo reassured him, sensing Mingyu's relief on the other end of the line.
"She's improving, Mingyu," Wonwoo answered, understanding Mingyu's concern.
"She looks thinner, but her health is improving. She cut her hair. It falls easily after a month of chemo," Wonwoo informed Mingyu, his voice gentle yet tinged with concern.
Mingyu's response was subdued, his words trailing off as if lost in thought. "So, you know..."
"Yes," Wonwoo replied softly, choosing not to divulge the full extent of your recent struggles, not wanting to burden Mingyu further.
"Thanks... Please take care of her for me," Mingyu requested, his tone heavy with a mix of gratitude and resignation.
"Why don't you come here and do it yourself if you really care about her?" Wonwoo wondered, unable to suppress the hint of reproach in his voice.
"I... I don't deserve her," Mingyu confessed, his admission laden with regret and self-doubt.
"What do you mean?" Wonwoo's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, puzzled by Mingyu's sudden self-deprecation.
"Hyung..." Mingyu's voice cracked, and to Wonwoo's shock, he could hear the sound of Mingyu sobbing through the phone, his heart sinking at the raw emotion in Mingyu's voice.
"Hey, don't cry... Are you at the office? Home?" Wonwoo asked, concern flooding his tone as he worried about Mingyu breaking down in public. The revelation of Mingyu's vulnerability added another layer to their conversation, deepening Wonwoo's sense of responsibility towards both Mingyu and you.
"Home, I took the day off," Mingyu admitted.
Wonwoo sighed heavily, his heart aching as he realized the depth of Mingyu's inner turmoil. He knew all too well that Mingyu rarely took days off, throwing himself tirelessly into work as a way to distract himself from the pain of loding Qp your unborn child.
"I just don't deserve her. I'm an asshole! So please... Take care of her for me," Mingyu pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion.
Wonwoo shook his head in disbelief, struggling to comprehend Mingyu's self-condemnation. "Mingyu..."
"She did indeed have a miscarriage. She kept our baby, but she miscarried because of cervical cancer," Mingyu revealed, his words weighted with sorrow and regret.
Wonwoo's eyes widened in shock at Mingyu's revelation, his mind struggling to process the gravity of the situation. "What?"
"I was about to cancel the divorce request, but she insisted." Mingyu confessed, his voice heavy with guilt and remorse.
As the truth sank in, Wonwoo felt a surge of empathy for both Mingyu and you, realizing the complexity of the emotions swirling beneath the surface. The weight of Mingyu's confession added another layer of complexity to their friendship, leaving Wonwoo grappling with the tangled web of love, loss, and regret that bound them all together.
Wonwoo closed his eyes, his hand unconsciously going to his heart, feeling a sharp pain in his chest as if something inside him was being torn apart by Mingyu's confession. The weight of Mingyu's words hung heavily in the air, suffocating Wonwoo with a mixture of sorrow and disbelief.
"I'm sorry I told you this. I couldn't think straight after the divorce. I can't stop thinking about how much I hurted her," Mingyu admitted, his voice laden with remorse.
Wonwoo didn't say a word. He couldn't find the right words to express the turmoil raging inside him. With a heavy heart, he ended the call, tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked. His chest felt like it was being crushed under the weight of Mingyu's confession, his heart shattered into a million pieces.
As he sat alone in the silence that followed, Wonwoo couldn't shake the feeling of overwhelming sadness that engulfed him. He had thought you didn't deserve Mingyu, but now he realized that it was Mingyu who didn't deserve you. The depth of your love and the pain you had endured only served to highlight your strength and resilience in the face of adversity. Wonwoo couldn't help but feel a profound sense of admiration for you, realizing that you deserved nothing less than the world.
*
Seungcheol introduced a woman he brought to Wonwoo's birthday as his new secretary before Wonwoo could jump to any assumptions about her relationship with Seungcheol. Having just broken up with Nari before she went abroad to continue her studies, Seungcheol was keen on avoiding any misunderstandings. So, when Wonwoo saw a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Nari accompanying Seungcheol, he almost blurted out, "You have a type, hyung."
"This is Jeon Wonwoo, a friend of mine," Seungcheol introduced Wonwoo to you, offering his hand for a shake.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jeon," you said, your voice resembling Nari's, causing Wonwoo's eyes to widen as he shot a glance at Seungcheol.
Seungcheol then left you to enjoy the party while he engaged in conversation with Wonwoo. "How did you find her?" Wonwoo inquired.
"She applied. She used to be an intern at JIS Corp," Seungcheol replied, knowing that Wonwoo's mother had connections to JIS.
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "Did she graduate from JIS as well?"
"I can't recall, but she did attend JIS Senior High School. She's a Seoul University graduate, though," Seungcheol recalled.
Wonwoo chuckled. "You've found yourself quite a catch, hyung."
Seungcheol nodded in agreement. "She's exceptional, and it's only her first month."
As Wonwoo scanned the room, his eyes sought out your figure once more. He observed you engaging in conversation with an older guest, wearing a smile that seemed all too familiar. Suddenly, a face from his high school days flashed in his mind—his long-time crush.
Wonwoo never knew her name; she was just a girl he had noticed during his final year of high school, the year he was preparing to apply for college. In truth, Wonwoo had never spoken to her, never heard her voice. It was simply her beauty that captivated him, locking his gaze onto her whenever she came into view.
She was a quiet girl, content to smile and nod in the company of her friends. Wonwoo's first real interaction with her occurred during a volunteering event at the Foster Home. There, he saw her engrossed in a book, surrounded by children hanging onto her every word. Her pretty eyes sparkled with each motion she made while reading to them, and in that moment, Wonwoo couldn't help but fall for her.
He wished love were that easy, that it wouldn't be as complicated as his parents' strained relationship, held together by financial ties. He wished it wouldn't be as tangled as Mingyu's feelings for Nari, who loved Seungcheol instead. He longed for love to be as effortless as breathing, as simple as yawning.
Yet, as he grew older, Wonwoo watched those around him experience divorce, breakups, and constant quarrels. He began to lose hope, yearning for nothing more than peace. All he wanted was tranquility amidst the chaos of love's complexities.
*
Mingyu often sought Wonwoo's counsel regarding your rights within your former father's company, a topic that shed light on your background. Wonwoo was surprised to learn that your father was Ji Sunggi, the former president and founder of JIS Corp. Despite the shock, Wonwoo couldn't deny a sense of expectation; your association with such a prominent figure hinted at a background far from ordinary.
At another one of his birthday parties, doubling as the launch for his label JW Entertainment, Seungcheol brought you as his plus one. After years of dedicated service as Seungcheol's secretary, Wonwoo witnessed your brilliance firsthand as you seamlessly assisted Seungcheol throughout the event. With your quick and comprehensive briefings, you ensured that Seungcheol was always well-informed, making him the center of attention and admiration.
From his vantage point, Wonwoo observed you gracefully mingling with the other guests, your presence exuding a natural elegance that could rival even the most seasoned conglomerates. However, amidst your confident demeanor, Wonwoo couldn't help but notice moments of discomfort, subtle signs betraying a vulnerability beneath the facade of confidence.
As he watched you navigate the social landscape with poise and tact, Wonwoo couldn't shake the feeling of admiration that stirred within him. Despite any insecurities you may have harbored, your ability to shine in the spotlight was undeniable, leaving Wonwoo marveling at the depth of your talent and resilience.
As Wonwoo exited the restroom, he inadvertently overheard two women engaged in a hushed conversation about Mingyu and another person, presumably you. Their expressions were tense, and their whispers carried hints of disdain and resentment.
"How could she talk to us like that?!"
"She thinks she's better than us?"
Wonwoo, with a soft smile on his face, politely approached the two women. "Good evening, ladies..."
Startled by the unexpected presence of the party's host, the two women grew flustered, their demeanor shifting uncomfortably under Wonwoo's gaze.
"I'm so sorry for disturbing, but the person that you're talking about," Wonwoo motioned towards Mingyu and you, "are my friends. So I would appreciate it if you refrained from discussing them in such a manner."
The women scowled, clearly displeased by Wonwoo's intervention.
"Who is she?" one of them dared to ask, emboldened by Wonwoo's calm demeanor.
Wonwoo let out a soft chuckle, his hands slipping into his pockets as he considered his response. "She's related to Choi Seungcheol from Choi Corp. Didn't you receive an invitation as a plus one from their company?"
With that, Wonwoo left the women behind, his steps quick as he made his way towards you. However, before he could reach you, he noticed Mingyu approaching, his hand reaching out to pull you closer to him from Lee Jaewook. The intimate gesture caught Wonwoo's attention, sparking a flicker of concern in his mind.
Did he just see Mingyu pull you into his embrace?
Wonwoo sighed, a mix of disappointment and apprehension clouding his thoughts. Whatever intentions Mingyu harbored towards you, Wonwoo couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.
*
As Wonwoo glanced around the room, his eyes fell upon a picture hanging on the wall, drawing his attention with a sudden pang of curiosity.
"Who's this?" he asked, pointing to the photograph.
You turned towards him, your movements graceful as you approached, a soft smile playing on your lips. "That's me and my high school friends," you replied, your voice a gentle melody that seemed to stir something within Wonwoo.
"Which one is you?" Wonwoo inquired, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in, his heart racing with anticipation.
Your finger delicately landed on a girl with a ponytail, her smile radiant as she was hugged by a friend. Wonwoo's breath caught in his throat as he turned to look at you, seeing a resemblance between the girl in the photograph and the person standing before him.
A sudden realization washed over Wonwoo, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. You tilted your head in confusion, unable to comprehend the amusement dancing in Wonwoo's eyes. Little did you know, Wonwoo had just uncovered the reason behind his inexplicable attraction to you since the moment you first crossed paths. In you, he saw echoes of his first love, a connection that had been unknowingly tugging at his heartstrings all along. It was you after all.
"Let's go, I'm ready," you said, flashing a bright smile at Wonwoo, who couldn't help but admire the resilience and courage shining in your eyes. It had been your wish to have your picture taken before losing all your hair due to chemotherapy, and Wonwoo was more than willing to accompany you, grateful for the opportunity to spend time together outside of their usual routine.
As Wonwoo watched you pose for the photographer, his smile grew wider, his heart swelling with admiration for your strength and positivity in the face of adversity. He couldn't resist capturing the moment himself, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of you, a small gesture of appreciation for the beauty he saw in you.
Unexpectedly, the photographer suggested taking a picture together, catching Wonwoo off guard. It wasn't part of the plan, but when you nodded and motioned for him to join you, Wonwoo couldn't bring himself to refuse. There was a spark in your eyes and a genuine warmth in your smile that melted his defenses, reminding him of the feelings he harbored for you since high school.
As the photographer snapped a few shots of the two of you together, Wonwoo couldn't shake the surreal feeling of standing beside his long-time crush, realizing just how much you meant to him.
After the photoshoot, as you approached to review the results, Wonwoo stepped aside, feeling a pang of sadness tugging at his heart when you joked about wanting a good memorial picture. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, reminding Wonwoo of the fragility of life and the preciousness of every moment spent with you.
Wonwoo and you stopped at a cozy coffee shop before heading home. You sipped your hot coffee while gazing out the window, lost in thought. Wonwoo watched you intently, noticing how you seemed to grow thinner day by day.
"How's the treatment going?" Wonwoo asked gently, breaking the silence and for the first time broaching the subject of your cancer treatment.
You put down your cup, a faint smile playing on your lips. "It’s just started. The doctor said I might start losing a lot of hair after the next chemo session. She suggested I cut it shorter to make it easier."
Wonwoo nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "It’s just started?" he repeated softly, trying to gauge how you were truly feeling.
"Yes," you replied, your voice tinged with a mix of resignation and courage. "The hurting phase is about to happen." You smiled bitterly, your eyes drifting away from his to the pedestrians passing by outside. The vibrant life beyond the window contrasted sharply with the quiet battle you faced, making Wonwoo's heart ache for you.
Wonwoo bit his lips, lowering his head as he gathered his thoughts. "You shouldn't pass away," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.
You turned to him, puzzled. "What?"
Wonwoo sighed deeply. "I heard your conversation with the photographer earlier. You should live for a long time," he said softly but with conviction. "A lot of people care about you. Seungcheol hyung, Nari, Mingyu... I care about you too. So, please, don’t give up."
A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "Wonwoo, if I had given up, I wouldn't be here," you joked lightly. "Getting treated was my decision. When Mingyu asked for a divorce, I realized the only person I could rely on was myself. That's why I'm working hard to get healthy again."
You paused for a moment, the weight of your thoughts heavy on your mind. "But," you continued, your voice trembling slightly, "I don't know, Wonwoo. I might die tomorrow."
Your gaze dropped to your fingers resting on your lap, tracing the lines absentmindedly. "I just want to spend my life doing the things I want," you said softly.
Wonwoo cleared his throat and immediately straightened his posture. "What do you want? Let's do it," he declared with enthusiasm, prompting a soft laugh from you.
"I want a baby," you said, your eyes twinkling mischievously.
Wonwoo blinked, taken aback. "I can't help with that one," he responded, stepping back slightly and giving you a startled look.
You laughed at his reaction, shaking your head. "Adopting. I was thinking about adopting a child."
Wonwoo sighed in relief, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That sounds great. But are you sure though? I mean, with all the treatment and... taking care of a child..."
You blew out a breath, nodding thoughtfully. "Right, I didn’t think about that."
"Actually," Wonwoo began, his tone shifting to a more hopeful note, "my mother has been fundraising for a foster home in Seoul. We could pay them a visit if you want." He pulled out his phone, scrolling to find the pictures, and showed you an image of the foster home he was referring to.
Your eyes lit up as you looked at the photos. "That sounds wonderful, Wonwoo. I’d love to visit."
Wonwoo’s heart warmed at your response. "Great! We can plan a trip soon. It’ll be a nice break for both of us," he said, already thinking about how to make the visit special for you.
However, he noticed the color of your face change. He raised his brows, questioning your condition just in case you felt under the weather. He had mentioned that you should wear something warmer.
"Are you okay though? I saw the news," you asked him carefully, bringing up Wonwoo's situation that had brought him to Ottawa in the first place. Where media has been focused to Wonwoo since he left Seoul.
Wonwoo nodded in acknowledgement. "You saw it," he mumbled. "You might have heard about my parents. They're pretty particular about everything, including my love life. They kind of crossed the line," he explained in a subtle manner, not wanting to overshare his sudden engagement announcement that made by his parent months ago.
You could sense the weight of his words, the tension behind his calm exterior. "I'm sorry to hear that. It must be tough dealing with so much pressure from family."
He sighed softly, appreciating your empathy. "It is, but it's something I've gotten used to. Still, it helps to have someone who understands."
There was a silence from you before you stated, "It's better than having no family at all, right?" You pointed to yourself, eliciting a smile from Wonwoo.
Wonwoo knew about your family situation. He knew how you were adopted, how you lost your father, and how your stepmother had abandoned you.
He nodded thoughtfully, the smile lingering on his face. "You're right," he said softly. "I guess we both have our own struggles with family, just in different ways."
You gave him a small, understanding smile. "Yeah, but it makes us who we are. Stronger, I suppose."
Wonwoo's eyes softened. "Exactly. And it's good to have friends who get it."
Then Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "Are we friends, though?" he asked playfully.
You rolled your eyes and dramatically gasped, placing your hand on your chest. "I can't believe what you've just said. You're paying!" You motioned to the coffee and desserts on the table.
Wonwoo smiled widely and stood up. "Alright, alright." He grabbed his wallet and walked to the cashier. As he did, he felt a sense of relief and happiness wash over him, knowing you were a true friend now—not just a crush like it used to be.
*
In two weeks, both you and Wonwoo flew to Seoul with a clear decision to visit the foster home Wonwoo had mentioned. Your decision to adopt a child had been wavering, but you knew you were mentally ready, and Wonwoo had been an incredible support system for you. Wonwoo mentioned that Mingyu missed you and wanted to meet, but you decided to visit your mother first after going to the foster home.
Upon arrival, Wonwoo greeted everyone warmly and politely. The staff remembered him fondly, mentioning that he often visited the foster home from high school through college. It was heartwarming to see how much he was loved and respected there.
"Why?" you asked him, wanting to know the reason.
Wonwoo shrugged, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. "I had good memories visiting here when I was a kid. I remember always thinking it was fun to play with the kids," he explained, before running off to join a group of children, his laughter blending with theirs.
Walking through the halls of the foster home, you could feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. The children's laughter echoed through the building, filling it with a sense of hope and innocence. You exchanged a glance with Wonwoo, who squeezed your hand reassuringly, reminding you that you were not alone in this journey.
As you met the children, your heart swelled with emotion. Their bright eyes and genuine smiles touched you deeply, and you felt a connection you hadn't expected. The idea of adopting one of these wonderful children began to feel less daunting and more like a calling.
"Do you remember how you were as a kid?" Wonwoo asked as the two of you waited for the director.
You thought for a moment. "I don't really remember much, but I think I was pretty cheerful. My father used to say he loved hearing my cheerful voice whenever he came home from work."
Wonwoo chuckled, his eyes softening. "I can tell. You do have that cheerful side sometimes," he retorted, and you raised your brows in confusion.
"Really? When?" you asked, genuinely curious.
However, Wonwoo didn't pay attention to your curiosity, as his focus shifted to an elderly woman, seemingly in her 70s, approaching both of you.
"Long time no see, ma'am," Wonwoo said, bowing politely to the director of the foster home.
"This is Ji Y/N. She's from Canada and has been wanting to visit here," Wonwoo introduced you to the director.
You smiled and bowed at the director, but what you gained from her was something unexpected.
"Y/N? Is it really you?" she asked, her eyes widening in surprise and recognition.
You blinked, taken aback. "Have we met before?" Your eyes shifted to Wonwoo, silently asking for help. However, Wonwoo looked as clueless as you felt.
The director, named Kim Jaewha, approached you, holding your arms with eyes that showed disbelief. "Are you really Y/N? The girl who was adopted by the Ji family?"
Wonwoo's eyes widened at the revelation, questions flying through his mind. "Were you raised here?" he asked, his voice tinged with shock.
Ms. Kim's eyes softened as she continued, "Do you remember me? I'm Ms. Kim, your nanny!"
You shook your head, struggling to recall any memories from before you were adopted. "I barely remember anything from that time," you admitted.
Ms. Kim's expression grew tender. "You were so young when you left. It's understandable that you don't remember much."
A flood of mixed emotions washed over you—surprise, confusion, and an unexpected sense of connection. You glanced at Wonwoo, who offered a supportive smile.
"How's your mother?"
*
Wonwoo had insisted on driving you to your mother's house, but you preferred to take a cab. It had been an emotional roller coaster earlier, and you didn't want to burden him any further with your tears and disappointment. Not toward your stepmother, but your real mother.
Kim Jaewha, who used to be your nanny, had dropped a bombshell that you had never heard before, and you were ready to confront your mother about it. All the revelations from the two-hour visit to the foster home had brought back the childhood memories you had lost due to a car accident.
On your way to your mother's house, the cab driver occasionally glanced at you through the rearview mirror as you sobbed in the back seat. You stepped out of the car and immediately walked up to the house.
"I'm sorry, but Mrs. Ji has requested no guests today," the maid said firmly.
You sighed, trying to steady your voice. "I'm no guest. I'm her daughter."
A quarrel ensued between you and the maid, your raised voices echoing through the hallway. The commotion caused your mother to step out, her expression stern as she took in the chaos.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I warned her about no guests today," the maid apologized, bowing deeply.
Your mother ordered her to leave with a sharp glance. As she approached you, her eyes scanned you from head to toe, a mixture of curiosity and irritation on her face..
"It's been half a year since your divorce, and only now do you decide to visit me?" your mother said, her tone laced with the usual disdain, as if your presence disgusted her.
You gulped, trying to steady yourself. "It's not your business," you replied, hearing her laugh—a cold, hollow sound.
"It is my business because your ex-husband, Mr. Kim, got involved in my business to secure your rights in the company," your mother retorted. She walked to her desk, grabbing the phone to call her secretary. "I need Mr. Yang for Y/N's rights administration. It's past the due date, so make sure he handles everything."
You looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes. "Your ex-husband saved my business on the condition that I grant you your rights after a year."
You blinked, processing this information. You thought it was supposed to be two years. What had Mingyu done behind your back?
"He was an amazing man. I don't understand why you two divorced," your mother mumbled.
"Anyway... I heard about your condition," she said, sitting on the couch and watching you from three meters away.
"Which condition?" you asked, your tone more defiant than you felt. She seemed surprised by your courage to talk back, but you noticed her face almost softened as she observed your changed appearance.
"Your health," she said after clearing her throat..
You took a deep breath before deciding to sit in front of her. "I also heard something about your condition," you started. "That you abandoned me at the foster home."
Your mother’s eyes widened slightly, but she said nothing.
"Was that why you tried to kill me after finding out the girl your husband had adopted is the daughter you had abandoned?" you asked, finally letting out the revelation you had just discovered.
You watched her tense up at your confession. "I always disgust you, right?" you asked, your voice trembling.
"As a woman, I pity you," you continued, your tone steady but filled with emotion. "Having to raise a daughter that you got from a man you couldn't marry before you abandoned her. Fate is so mean to you."
You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat. "However, as a child... I hate that you had to ruin mine just because yours was ruined."
You stood up from your seat. "I refuse the rights," you declared firmly.
"Let's not meet each other after this. Let's act like strangers, like you always wanted. Let's act like we have died to each other," you said, your voice breaking slightly as you turned and walked out of the house.
As you stepped outside, the weight of your words hung heavily in the air. The confrontation, painful and necessary, marked the end of a chapter that had caused you so much pain. You felt a strange sense of liberation, knowing that you had finally stood up for yourself and set the boundaries you needed.
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you walked towards the gate. You saw your mother's figure standing at the door, her eyes filled with a mix of regret and resignation. She had started to chase after you but stopped, knowing it was too late. She had abandoned you long ago. Letting you go now wouldn't be difficult for her.
As you neared the gate, you spotted a familiar car parked by the side of the road. Wonwoo stepped out and immediately came to you, his eyes widening in concern when he saw you crying. He knew he should have been there to support you from the beginning.
He walked to you slowly, his eyes softening as he took in your condition. You looked into his eyes before leaning into his embrace, finally letting yourself cry harder on his chest.
"I'm so sorry for what happened to you," Wonwoo whispered, his voice filled with empathy and regret. "I'm so sorry..."
His arms tightened around you, providing the comfort and support you so desperately needed. In his embrace, you found a moment of solace, knowing that despite the pain and revelations, you weren't alone.
*
Wonwoo sat on one of the couches in Mingyu's office, guilt weighing heavily on his chest. Mingyu had greeted him excitedly earlier, offering him drinks and meals, and had even canceled his plans for the day to spend time with Wonwoo. Wonwoo felt restless; Mingyu shouldn’t be going out of his way like this.
"How are you? Is Ottawa nice?" Mingyu asked, his tone warm and curious.
Wonwoo nodded casually. "The lifestyle there fits mine. No difficulty in adapting," he explained simply, and Mingyu nodded in acknowledgment.
There was a pregnant pause before Mingyu asked about your condition. "She's fine, right?"
Wonwoo raised his brows and immediately nodded. "Yes, she's great. She visited her mother yesterday. She said she's going to meet Seungcheol hyung and Nari today."
Mingyu smiled weakly. "How's her treatment? Has she ever shared anything about that?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Wonwoo sighed. "Why don't you ask her yourself?" he suggested, but Mingyu took a deep breath and shook his head.
"I told you, hyung. I couldn't face her after what I found out," Mingyu explained, referring to the miscarriage you had suffered while married to him. "I miss her, though."
Wonwoo's mind wandered to your confession about knowing Mingyu's feelings for Nari, Seungcheol's wife and Mingyu's first love. How much guilt would Mingyu bear if Wonwoo revealed that fact?
"Trust me, she's doing great. Treatment, life—she's even taking a writing course," Wonwoo informed Mingyu, which lifted a slight smile on Mingyu's lips.
"She always loved writing," Mingyu murmured, his eyes distant as he thought about the past.
Wonwoo watched Mingyu, feeling the weight of unspoken truths between them. He wished he could ease Mingyu's guilt, but he knew that some wounds had to be dealt with in their own time. "She really is doing well," he reassured softly, hoping it would bring Mingyu some peace.
Mingyu nodded, but the sadness in his eyes remained. "Thanks, hyung. It means a lot to hear that from you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Wonwoo watched the younger man, a mix of emotions swirling within him. "You loved her, didn't you?" he asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
Mingyu chuckled softly. "Of course, I married her because I loved her."
Wonwoo leaned closer, searching Mingyu's eyes. "Did she know it?" he asked.
Mingyu nodded. "I told her every day. That I loved her."
Wonwoo took a deep breath, his mind replaying your confession about knowing Mingyu's feelings for another woman. His head spun with the complexity of the situation. "She's really like Nari, isn't she?" Mingyu asked, his voice tinged with wistfulness.
Wonwoo could only nod in response, feeling the weight of the comparison. While Mingyu always thought that you resembled Nari, Wonwoo couldn’t see it that way. When he saw Nari in the past, she reminded him of his first love, the girl with the ponytail from high school—who turned out to be you. But when he looked at you, he saw no trace of Nari.
Was Mingyu experiencing the same confusion? Was it right to compare?
Wonwoo couldn't answer that. The lines between past and present, love and memory, were too blurred. He sighed deeply, feeling the burden of secrets and unresolved feelings between them. "It's complicated," he finally said, his voice heavy with meaning.
When you were still married to Mingyu, Wonwoo couldn't shake the jealousy that simmered in his chest at the thought of Mingyu being the one to have you. Your graceful movements, your soft-spoken tone, the beauty that radiated from your face—it all stirred a tumultuous mix of emotions within him.
Wonwoo could only watch you from afar whenever you attended events with Mingyu. His heart broke when he caught sight of the baby bump under Mingyu's hand as he walked you around, introducing you to his friends.
He couldn't explain the depth of his worry when he saw you running around in heels while pregnant during his visit for Seungcheol's wedding preparation. He remembered calling Seungcheol, pleading for him to involve you less, knowing the strain it could put on your health.
"I was surprised to hear you were the one who asked, not Mingyu," Seungcheol had remarked.
Wonwoo chuckled at Seungcheol's words. If only he knew the truth. "Mingyu asked me to ask you. Do you think he would have the guts to ask himself?" Wonwoo had replied, trying to be diplomatic.
If Mingyu weren't his best friend, Wonwoo would have been tempted to confront him when he visited to discuss your rights at your father's company. He had seen the baby items being moved from Mingyu's house, followed by your tearful attempts to stop them. It was then that Mingyu had confessed about your abortion plan.
"So your feelings are the only ones that are valid?" Wonwoo froze when he overheard your conversation with Mingyu that night. He knew he should let Mingyu know he was there, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt.
"You don't know the kind of sorrow I've been hiding until they turned into anger," he heard you say to Mingyu, your voice rising for the first time.
Feeling like an intruder, Wonwoo discreetly retreated, watching as you stormed out of Mingyu's office. He heard you speak to one of the staff, requesting to have your bed prepared separately from Mingyu's.
As he stood there, grappling with the weight of the emotions he had witnessed, Wonwoo couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards you. He knew that despite the complexities of your relationship with Mingyu, he would always be there to support you, even if it meant standing silently in the shadows.
Wonwoo sighed heavily, the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He loved you so much that it hurt him to see you suffer, especially while Mingyu lived his life seemingly unaffected.
"If Seungcheol hyung and Nari suddenly separated, would you marry her?" Wonwoo asked Mingyu, the question seemingly coming out of nowhere.
Mingyu frowned, taken aback by the unexpected inquiry. "Don't talk like that," he warned, but Wonwoo persisted, assuring him it was just a hypothetical scenario.
"If Seungcheol hyung and Nari, for whatever reason, had to separate, would you ask to marry Nari?" Wonwoo pressed again.
After a few moments of contemplation, Mingyu nodded with determination. "I'll marry her," he affirmed.
Wonwoo nodded in acknowledgment, his mind swirling with questions. 'If I marry Y/n, will it be okay?' The thought lingered in his mind, unspoken yet ever-present.
Unable to contain his impulsivity any longer, Wonwoo blurted out, "Can I take care of Y/n?"
Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden request. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to comprehend Wonwoo's intentions.
Wonwoo swallowed nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "I mean... things didn't work out between you and Y/n... I want to be there for her. I want to take care of her," he explained, his voice filled with sincerity and longing.
Mingyu studied him for a moment, sensing the depth of his emotions. "Are you sure about this, hyung?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Wonwoo nodded, his heart pounding with determination. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," he confessed.
As the weight of his confession settled between them, Wonwoo braced himself for Mingyu's response, hoping against hope that he would understand and support his decision.
*
After marrying Mingyu, you never purchased a house or an apartment. So, Wonwoo generously offered you a room in his penthouse while you were staying in Seoul. To ensure your comfort, he even gave his staff time off so you wouldn't feel uneasy about your presence, especially when you were in the kitchen preparing a meal for dinner tonight.
As you were setting the table, the sound of someone stepping into the penthouse caught your attention. Assuming it was Wonwoo, you softly called out, "Dinner's ready," while meticulously arranging the silverware. However, when you looked up, your heart skipped a beat. It wasn't Wonwoo standing there, but his mother.
You froze and almost dropped the pot in your hands. Wonwoo's mother looked as surprised as you. Her eyes widened, and her steps halted as she saw a familiar woman wandering around her son's house.
"You! You're Mingyu's ex-wife, aren't you?" Mrs. Jeon exclaimed, her finger pointing directly at you. The rings on her finger sparkled under the chandelier's light, and her clothes exuded an air of wealth and sophistication. Her presence made you feel small and vulnerable.
"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You bowed your head respectfully, hoping to convey deference to the older woman.
A tense silence filled the room as you stood there, feeling the weight of her gaze. The memories of your past with Mingyu and the uncertainty of your current situation with Wonwoo surged within you. You could sense Mrs. Jeon's scrutiny, as if she were measuring every aspect of your being.
You watched her face closely, unable to discern whether it was disgust or confusion that twisted her features. Perhaps it was a mix of both.
"What are you doing in my son's house?!" Her voice was loud, startling you. Before you could respond, the sound of the elevator arriving filled the room. Moments later, Wonwoo appeared, breathless as he approached both you and his mother in the kitchen.
"Mother, I told you not to visit," Wonwoo exclaimed, quickly moving to pull his mother away.
She shrugged off his hand and chuckled bitterly. "What is this woman doing in your house? She's your friend's ex-wife."
Her voice faded as Wonwoo forcefully guided her towards the living room, their words growing muffled with distance.
Left alone in the kitchen, you felt a wave of emotions crash over you—embarrassment, confusion, and a tinge of sadness. The warmth of the meal you had prepared seemed to dissipate, replaced by a cold knot of uncertainty in your stomach. You sank into a chair, trying to process what had just happened, wondering if your presence here was more of a burden than a gesture of kindness.
The muffled argument between Wonwoo and his mother continued in the living room, the tension palpable even from the kitchen. After what felt like an eternity, you heard the front door open and then close with a decisive thud. The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating.
Wonwoo returned to the kitchen, his expression a mix of frustration and remorse. "I'm so sorry about that," he said, his voice laden with sincerity. "I didn't expect her to show up unannounced."
You looked up at him, trying to muster a reassuring smile despite the turmoil inside you. "It's alright, Wonwoo. You don't have to apologize for your mother."
"But I do," he insisted, taking a seat across from you. "I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable here. This was supposed to be a safe space for you."
You sighed, glancing at the meal you had prepared, now feeling like a symbol of the awkward situation you had inadvertently caused. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, Wonwoo. But I can't help feeling that my presence here is only causing trouble for you."
Wonwoo shook his head, his eyes earnest. "You're not a burden. You've been through a lot, and you deserve a place where you can feel at ease. My mother's reaction was out of line, and I'll make sure she understands that."
You appreciated his words, but doubt still lingered in your mind. "I don't want to come between you and your family. Maybe it’s better if I find somewhere else to stay."
Wonwoo reached across the table, gently placing his hand over yours. "Don't make any decisions based on one uncomfortable encounter. Please, stay. Let me handle my family. You have a place here for as long as you need it."
You looked down at his hand resting on yours, feeling a comforting warmth that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Slowly, you pulled your hand back, your heart heavy with a mix of gratitude and hesitation.
"I appreciate your kindness, Wonwoo," you said softly, avoiding his gaze. "But I'm not ready for this. I've just faced a divorce, and I'm still dealing with my treatment. Everything feels so overwhelming right now."
Wonwoo nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. "I get it. You’ve been through so much. I just want you to know that you don’t have to go through it alone."
You gave him a small, appreciative smile. "Your presence has been a spark of hope for me, but I need time to heal and to figure things out for myself. I don't want to lean on you too much or become a source of conflict in your life."
He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You’re not a conflict. You’re a friend who needs support, and I'm here to offer it. But I respect your feelings and your need for space."
The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and it touched you deeply. "Thank you, Wonwoo. For everything. I’ll stay, but I need to take things one day at a time."
He nodded again, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "That's all I ask. We'll take it one day at a time, together."
"Now," Wonwoo said, glancing at the table, "let's not let this dinner go to waste. It smells too good to ignore."
You chuckled softly, feeling a bit more at ease. "Alright, let's eat."
As you both sat down to share the meal, the conversation flowed more naturally, the earlier discomfort slowly fading into the background.
*
Mingyu’s secretary almost tripped over himself when he saw you walking toward his desk that afternoon. The last time he had seen you was almost half a year ago, when you and Mingyu were officially divorced, and he had assisted with the administration alongside Mingyu's lawyer. You didn’t appear as vibrant as you used to, but he didn’t want to speculate on the reasons. Not that his boss looked any better; he often thought about how you two had seemed so happily married.
"Good afternoon," he began hesitantly, "Ms. Ji."
You smiled faintly and asked if Mingyu was available. Unfortunately, he was in a meeting with the directors that would take another hour to finish. You told him you would wait, and he offered you a drink or snack, which you politely refused. He escorted you to Mingyu's office and left you alone, immediately running to the meeting room to inform his boss that his ex-wife was here.
Mingyu abruptly concluded the meeting upon hearing the news. He stood up and walked quickly to his office, not bothering to knock before stepping in unannounced, startling you.
He observed you in silence for a moment, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. After a deep sigh, he bit his lip, seeing you standing a couple of meters away from him.
"Please, sit," he said, his voice strained.
You chuckled softly, the sound tinged with a hint of nostalgia and sadness. "Don't speak to me as if I'm your client or something," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Mingyu managed a small smile, though his eyes betrayed the turmoil inside him. "Old habits," he said, gesturing to the chair. "What brings you here?"
You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past months pressing down on you. "I needed to talk to you, Mingyu. There are things we never resolved, and... I need closure."
He nodded, taking a seat across from you, his demeanor shifting to one of earnest attention. "I understand. I've been thinking about our last conversation too."
For a moment, the office seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you and the unspoken words that had lingered since your divorce. You felt a lump in your throat but pushed through, determined to find some semblance of peace.
"I’ve been struggling, Mingyu," you confessed, your voice trembling. "Not just with the divorce, but with my health. I’m still undergoing cancer treatment, and it’s been... difficult."
Mingyu's expression softened, his eyes filling with regret and concern. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I wish I had known sooner."
You shook your head, tears threatening to spill. "It's not your fault. I just... I needed to tell you. To clear the air between us."
He reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly before finally resting on the table between you. "I'm here now. Whatever you need to say, I'm listening."
"I'm refusing my rights to my father's company," you confessed.
"Why? We fought so hard for that," Mingyu said, disbelief evident in his voice. Refusing your rights?
You nodded. "It's complicated. I want to say thank you for everything you did. You fought for me, but I took it for granted by refusing it. So, I'm sorry."
Mingyu was silent, deep in thought, before finally speaking. "There's nothing to apologize for. I believe you have your reasons. But what about your future? Is the divorce allowance enough for living abroad and for your treatment?" His concern was evident as he tried to be realistic.
You sighed. "That's also what I wanted to discuss. I don't think I can take it, Mingyu. It's too much for me, and there's no need to provide for me... We don't have a child together." The last sentence hung heavy in the air, still breaking your heart every time you thought about it.
Mingyu shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. "No, you deserve it. It was written in our prenup that I'm going to provide for you until you find someone else."
"I won't stop the allowance," he continued, his voice firm yet considerate. "But if you're overwhelmed by the amount, I'll decrease it."
His consideration touched you deeply. "Thank you, Mingyu. I appreciate your understanding."
"Y/n," Mingyu called your name softly. "I've been thinking about the reason why you insisted on divorcing, even after I wanted to cancel it." He let out his thoughts, gulping as he faced the harsh reality.
He cleared his throat, recalling a conversation he had with Wonwoo the other day. Nari... you... Mingyu couldn't shake the feeling that you knew about his feelings for Nari. It was obvious, Wonwoo had said. But deep in his heart, Mingyu wanted to deny it. He was certain his feelings for you were sincere. However, he couldn’t escape the thought that you would always remind him of Nari, his first love.
"You..." Mingyu hesitated, "you knew about my feelings for Nari, didn't you?" He guessed, but you remained silent.
Mingyu felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. He prayed you had no idea, hoping it would ease his conscience. But then you smiled—a bittersweet smile that told him everything.
"I couldn't act like I didn't know, Mingyu," you finally said.
"I'm sorry, Y/n."
"Don't be..."
"No, I’m so sorry that you had to think our relationship wasn't worth fighting for because I loved someone else."
You smiled bitterly and said, "You always loved her." Your words broke Mingyu's heart.
"You deserve someone better, Y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with regret.
"I know," you replied, your voice steady despite the pain.
For a moment, the air between you was thick with unspoken emotions. Mingyu's regret and your quiet acceptance mingled in the silence. It was a painful truth, but acknowledging it brought a sense of closure.
"Thank you for your honesty," you said softly, breaking the silence. "It hurts, but it's something I needed to hear."
Mingyu nodded, his eyes filled with sadness. "I hope you find happiness, Y/n. Real, genuine happiness."
"And I hope you do too, Mingyu," you replied, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "We both deserve it."
As you turned to leave, there was a sense of finality in the air. This conversation had been long overdue, and while it was painful, it also brought a sense of release. Both of you could now move forward, carrying the lessons of the past but no longer burdened by it.
As you both stood up, there was a moment of shared understanding and mutual respect. It wasn't just about the financial arrangements or the company—it was about acknowledging the past, making amends, and moving forward with as much grace as possible.
Mingyu walked you to the door, his hand lingering on the handle for a moment. "Take care of yourself. And if you ever need anything, you know where to find me."
"I will. Thank you, Mingyu. For everything."
As you left his office, you felt a bittersweet mix of emotions, but also a sense of relief. The conversation had been difficult, but necessary. It was a step towards healing and a chance to look forward to the future with a bit more hope and strength.
*
You arrived at Wonwoo's place late at night, the streets of Seoul still bustling with life even in the darkness. Throughout the evening, you had roamed the city alone, visiting familiar spots from your past, meeting old colleagues, and reminiscing about the times you spent working with Seungcheol. Wonwoo was still awake when you arrived, sitting alone at the bar and sipping on what looked like wine, patiently waiting for you. You realized your phone had died, leaving him unable to reach you.
"Want to join?" he asked, gesturing to the glass in his hand. You shook your head, reminding him that you were on prescribed medication. "But I'll keep you company," you added, taking a seat beside him and undoing your coat and bag.
"Where have you been today? Seems like quite the journey," he remarked, noticing the bookstore bag you had placed on the counter.
"I met Mingyu," you replied quietly.
Wonwoo nodded in understanding. "How was the meeting?" he inquired, genuine curiosity in his voice.
You hesitated, searching for the right words. "It went well... But I wish I hadn't said anything stupid."
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "You? Say something stupid? That doesn't sound like you."
You chuckled at his remark. "I did say something unnecessary. But overall, I'm relieved the meeting went well. We found a closure that we both needed," you explained, recalling Mingyu's heartfelt wish for you.
'I hope you find happiness, Y/n. Real, genuine happiness.'
"That's great, then. I'm proud of you," Wonwoo said sincerely, reaching for a cranberry juice box on the counter and handing it to you. He motioned for you to cheer with him, and you chuckled, following his lead.
As you clinked your juice boxes together, a sense of gratitude washed over you. In Wonwoo's company, you found comfort and understanding, a reminder that even in the midst of uncertainty and closure, there were still moments of warmth and connection to cherish.
"How about you and your family? Is everything settled?" you asked him, genuine concern in your voice.
"It'll take time, I believe. But I'm patient enough to make sure that everything will be fine in the future. My family is important to me, but myself is my priority at the moment. So... I gotta prioritize my wants and my needs," Wonwoo replied, his tone tinged with a hint of resignation.
You smiled softly. "You're doing a good thing. I'm glad that I became your friend, Wonwoo."
"And I'm glad I became your friend too, Y/n," Wonwoo confessed, the alcohol in his system encouraging him to speak his mind. "It's better than lingering on the first love term."
You looked at him, confusion evident in your expression. "What's the first love term? Am I your first love?" you chuckled, not fully understanding his words.
Wonwoo nodded, a vulnerable smile playing on his lips. "Yes."
His admission hung in the air, a moment of raw honesty that caught you off guard. You felt a surge of emotions, a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and a hint of warmth at the thought that you had held such a significant place in Wonwoo's heart.
"I... I didn't know," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
You met his gaze, seeing the sincerity and affection in his eyes. In that moment, the barriers between you seemed to melt away, leaving only the shared connection and understanding that had grown between you over time.
"When we were at the foster home, director Kim showed us your old stuff, right?" Wonwoo began, his voice soft with reminiscence. "There was a photo when my family visited for the first time, and I remembered having a bad day. But there was this little girl who came to me and asked what was going on. I ended up sharing my day with her—failing tests, parents nagging at me, getting bruised after falling from my bike. And she said she wished I could be happier that day."
You listened intently, feeling a sense of familiarity creeping in as Wonwoo's story unfolded.
"And the girl I met was you," Wonwoo continued, his smile warm yet tinged with sadness. "We met again on my last year at JIS Senior High School."
"You had just entered high school, and I was planning on studying at State. I had no chance to talk to you, but we met again at the foster home for volunteering. Do you remember?"
Your heart skipped a beat as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, realizing the significance of those chance encounters.
"Is that why you asked about my high school photo back at my house?" you asked him, the revelation sinking in.
Wonwoo nodded, his gaze earnest. "Even after Seungcheol hyung introduced you, I still liked you. If loving my best friend's wife is a sin, then I must be a sinner for a long time. But... I love you, Y/n... What should I do?"
His confession hung in the air, heavy with emotion and uncertainty. You felt a whirlwind of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a hint of warmth at the realization of Wonwoo's feelings.
Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you reached out and gently placed a hand on his. "Wonwoo, I... I don't know what to say."
He looked at you with pleading eyes, his vulnerability laid bare. "I understand if you can't reciprocate my feelings. I just needed to tell you the truth."
You met his gaze, feeling a surge of compassion and understanding. "Thank you for being honest with me, Wonwoo. Give me some time to process everything."
Wonwoo nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Of course. Take all the time you need."
As you sat together in silence, the weight of Wonwoo's confession lingered, but so did a sense of possibility—a chance for both of you to navigate the complexities of love and friendship with honesty and care.
**
Wonwoo was visibly stressed as he tried to get Sora to sit still and eat her lunch. You had stepped away for a brief break with Minseo just two hours ago, leaving Wonwoo to handle the lunchtime routine on his own. However, Sora, their spirited four-year-old daughter, seemed more interested in playing with the toy house Wonwoo had bought for her the night before than in eating her meal.
Four years ago, after you had completed your treatment, you and Wonwoo had made the decision to start dating and settle down together. It had been a tumultuous journey, marked by highs and lows, but through it all, you had remained steadfast in your commitment to each other. When the time came to expand your family, you both knew adoption was the right path for you. Wonwoo had eagerly embraced the role of husband and father, supporting you every step of the way.
Sora had come into your lives when she was just six months old, a bright light in the midst of uncertainty. As she approached her second birthday, you and Wonwoo had faced numerous challenges as parents, but your love for each other had only grown stronger. As a mother, you had made it your mission to give Sora the love and care you had longed for as a child, and in doing so, you had helped to heal Wonwoo's own inner child.
Watching Wonwoo spend time with Sora—playing, talking, tucking her into bed—had always brought tears of joy to your eyes. His unwavering love and devotion to both you and Sora had filled your heart with gratitude and pride. And whenever you found yourself overcome with emotion, Wonwoo was always there to wipe away your tears, his presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance.
On Sora's fourth birthday, she surprised you and Wonwoo by asking for a sibling, a request you hadn't anticipated. While you and Wonwoo had discussed the possibility of expanding your family, his response was unexpectedly cautious. He expressed contentment with just you and Sora, masking his deeper desires. You knew he longed for a child of his own, one with your eyes and smile, but he was too considerate to voice his true feelings.
Deep down, you shared his yearning for another child, but the prospect of pregnancy brought with it a sense of unease. The doctor had warned you of the risks, hinting at potential complications that made Wonwoo worry for your health.
Five months ago, your fears were realized when you collapsed while waiting to pick up Sora from daycare. It was a terrifying moment for Wonwoo, his concern palpable as he hovered over you in the hospital. Despite your reassurances, he couldn't shake the fear that something was seriously wrong.
Then came the unexpected news—the doctor's confirmation that you were eight weeks pregnant. It was a moment of shock and disbelief, followed by overwhelming joy and relief. Wonwoo's face lit up with a mixture of emotions, his worries momentarily forgotten in the excitement of impending parenthood once again.
As you and Wonwoo sat in the hospital room, the news of your pregnancy still sinking in, a whirlwind of emotions washed over both of you. Wonwoo's initial joy was quickly overshadowed by worry and uncertainty, his brow furrowing with concern as he looked at you.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with anxiety.
You nodded, trying to muster a reassuring smile despite the lingering fear in your heart. "I'm okay, Wonwoo. Really."
But Wonwoo wasn't convinced. "But what about the risks the doctor mentioned? What if something goes wrong?"
His questions echoed your own fears, the uncertainty of the future looming large in your minds. Yet, amidst the worry, there was also a sense of certainty—a belief that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.
"We'll take it one step at a time," you said, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "We'll face whatever comes our way together, as a team."
Wonwoo looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and determination. "I just want you and the baby to be safe," he said softly.
"I know, Wonwoo. And we will be," you reassured him, squeezing his hand gently. "We'll make sure to take all the necessary precautions, and we'll lean on each other for support every step of the way."
As the weight of the news settled upon you both, you found strength in each other's presence, a reminder that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you were in this together. And as you sat there, hand in hand, a sense of peace washed over you, knowing that with Wonwoo by your side, you could face anything that the future held.
As the news of the pregnancy settled in, Sora's reaction was nothing short of ecstatic. The thought of having a sibling filled her with joy, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she listened intently to her mother's words about the new addition to the family. With each passing day, she seemed to hang onto your every word, eager to learn all about what it meant to be a big sister.
However, as much as Sora embraced the idea of becoming a sister, her attitude toward Wonwoo didn't quite resonate with the same enthusiasm. Despite his attempts to share in her excitement and involve himself in her daily activities, she seemed to distance herself from him, preferring instead to cling to you, her soon-to-be mother of two.
Wonwoo couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at Sora's behavior. He had dreamed of sharing this special moment with his daughter, of watching her excitement grow as she prepared to welcome her new sibling into the world. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to break through the barrier that had formed between them.
"Sora, let's eat your lunch. You need a lot of energy to take care of your little brother later," Wonwoo said, trying to coax his daughter into eating as he sat beside her.
"Sora," he called her again, his tone serious. For a brief moment, she paused, her fingers hesitating before she continued to ignore him.
Feeling stressed and unable to watch his daughter starve herself, Wonwoo reached out to you for help. You immediately rushed home with her favorite food, and he watched with relief as she eagerly savored every bite.
"I'll talk to her about this," you reassured him, your words a balm to his worried heart.
The next day, after a long and busy day, Wonwoo finally returned home to you and Sora. As you greeted him, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of your growing belly, a visible sign of the new life you were both eagerly anticipating.
After changing into more comfortable clothes, Wonwoo settled in beside you and Sora, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. When you asked Sora to show him her drawing from school, he eagerly accepted, a smile playing on his lips as he admired her artwork.
But as he examined the drawing more closely, a sense of confusion washed over him. It was a drawing of him and Sora, but you were conspicuously absent. Aren't you her favorite? The question lingered in his mind, casting a shadow over what should have been a joyful moment.
As he struggled to make sense of his daughter's actions, Wonwoo couldn't help but wonder what had caused this sudden change in her behavior toward him. And as he looked to you for answers, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.
"Sora, tell dad what you told me earlier on our way home," you whispered to your daughter as she approached you affectionately.
Sora shook her head vehemently, her little hands clinging to you as she refused to meet her father's gaze.
"You tell dad," she mumbled, her pout adorable even in her sadness.
You smiled at her innocence before turning to Wonwoo, who looked on with curiosity. "She's sad," you began, your voice gentle.
Wonwoo's attention sharpened as he listened intently, his heart already bracing for what was to come.
"She's sad because she thinks you might love her brother more since he's going to be your child," you explained, your words heavy with emotion.
The weight of your revelation hit Wonwoo like a ton of bricks, shattering his heart into a million pieces. How could his precious daughter ever think such a thing? What had she heard or observed that led her to believe that her father's love could be divided?
As he looked at Sora, his heart ached with guilt and regret. He had never meant to make her feel this way, to doubt the depth of his love for her. And yet, here she was, bearing the burden of her own insecurities at such a tender age.
As both you and Wonwoo opened up to Sora about her adoption, you wanted her to understand that love could transcend blood ties. You emphasized that family was about the love and bond shared, not just biological connections. Sora seemed to grasp this concept well, embracing the idea that love could be varied and strong, extending to both her adoptive and biological family members alike.
However, despite her understanding, Sora couldn't shake the nagging doubt that had been planted in her mind by her friend's mother. The idea that the baby inside her mom would be her father's "real" child troubled her deeply. Was she not "real" enough for her dad? Without realizing it, she began to distance herself from Wonwoo, fearing that his love for her would diminish once her brother was born.
Seeing the pain in his daughter's eyes, Wonwoo approached Sora with a heavy heart. "Baby, I'm sorry that you had to feel that way," he whispered, his voice filled with regret.
"You know that I love you and your brother equally. We talked about this," he added, his words a gentle reminder of the conversations they had shared about love and family.
The touch on Sora's back prompted her to voice her deepest fears. "But people said I'm not your real child," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
You exchanged a tearful glance with Wonwoo, both of you sharing the same pain and frustration at the hurtful words that had wounded your daughter's heart.
"No, baby. That's wrong," Wonwoo said firmly, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're my daughter, and you will always be my daughter."
With a gentle tug, Wonwoo pulled Sora close to him, his arms wrapping around her trembling form as tears streamed down her chubby cheeks. Sora buried her face in her father's chest, seeking solace in his comforting embrace.
"You'll always be my oldest daughter, baby," Wonwoo whispered, his voice filled with love and reassurance. "You're my first child, and nothing will ever change that."
Desperate for reassurance, Sora looked up at her father with tear-filled eyes. "Promise me that you'll never treat me differently?" she pleaded.
Wonwoo's heart ached at his daughter's plea, and without hesitation, he vowed, "You know that I would never do that, even without a promise."
In that moment, as father and daughter held each other close, the bond between them grew stronger than ever. And as you looked on, tears of gratitude and love filled your eyes, grateful for the unwavering love and support that surrounded your family.
*
As the day of the delivery approached, tension hung heavy in the air, a palpable mix of excitement and apprehension swirling around you and Wonwoo. Despite the joyous anticipation of welcoming their son into the world, there was an underlying sense of worry that gnawed at Wonwoo's heart.
With each passing hour, his anxiety grew, his mind plagued by fears of the unknown. He paced the hospital corridors, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallways as he anxiously awaited news of your condition.
Hours stretched into eternity as the labor progressed, each moment feeling like an eternity as Wonwoo's worry deepened. He felt helpless, unable to do anything but wait and pray for a safe delivery.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the moment arrived. The sound of a newborn's cry filled the air, and Wonwoo's heart leaped with joy and relief as he caught sight of his son for the first time.
But his relief was short-lived as he watched the medical team spring into action, their urgent movements betraying the gravity of the situation. You were in unstable condition, and the room was filled with an air of urgency as the medical team worked tirelessly to stabilize you.
In those agonizing moments, Wonwoo felt his heart constrict with fear, his mind racing with a thousand worries. But as he stood by your side, holding your hand tightly, he found strength in your unwavering resilience.
With your delivery behind you, Wonwoo's focus shifted entirely to your recovery. He hovered anxiously by your bedside, his eyes never leaving your face as he waited for any sign of improvement.
Days blurred into nights as Wonwoo remained steadfast by your side, his presence a constant source of comfort and support. He held your hand gently, offering words of encouragement and reassurance as you fought to regain your strength.
Each small improvement filled Wonwoo's heart with hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness of uncertainty. He celebrated every milestone, no matter how small, knowing that each step forward brought you closer to full recovery.
But as the days stretched on, Wonwoo's patience wore thin, his worry mounting with each passing moment. He longed to see you healthy and strong, to hold you in his arms once again without the specter of illness looming over you.
After what felt like an eternity of uncertainty, your recovery from the delivery was a slow but steady journey. Each day brought small victories, from sitting up in bed to taking a few steps around the room with Wonwoo's supportive arm around you.
Wonwoo remained by your side throughout it all, his unwavering presence a source of strength and comfort. He tended to your every need with care and devotion, never once faltering in his commitment to your well-being.
As the days passed, your strength returned, and with it, a renewed sense of hope and gratitude. You marveled at the resilience of your body and the love that surrounded you, knowing that you had weathered the storm together with Wonwoo by your side.
And when the day finally came for you to leave the hospital and return home, it felt like a triumph. With Wonwoo's hand firmly clasped in yours, you stepped out into the world, ready to embrace the new chapter of parenthood with gratitude and joy. And as you looked ahead to the future, you knew that with Wonwoo by your side, there was nothing you couldn't overcome.
"Are you happy?"
"Like always, i'm happy."
Then, it's the end.
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Matthew on the Cam & Strick Podcast
A few things he said
He loves being in Florida & it was his preference out of all the places to go when the trade was going down.
Recapped the trade & how he found out about Johnny Gaudreau's trade just as he got back from his family vacation in Greece.
He gave big praise to brother Brady (unsurprisingly) & his sister for her skills too. He talked and he & Brady got recognised when out in a bar when visiting their sister recently.
He praised Barkov's talent & ability bigtime, his close friend Robert Thomas came in for huge praise as well & he was high on Brandon Montour when he was mentioned by the hosts they interviewed him recently.
His two dreams are to win the Stanley Cup & play with Brady for USA & win Gold together.
If he and Brady were ever to play together it would have to be for team USA or if Brady ever came to Florida because he's not going up there! (to Ottawa) but Brady's a few years from making any decisions about any move but Brady's like a god up there on Ottawa & he (Brady)loves it there.
He said It's sad & a big shame so many of top players haven't played in world cups or Olympics due to lack of opportunities & hopes to be able play in a few in his career.
He's not got his winter clothes from Calgary anymore.
He's looking forward to returning to Calgary when the schedule gives him three days there this next year in January to visit his favourite places for coffee & show off his favourite restaurants.
He's returning to Florida on Friday but he's not driving all that way he's having his car shipped back to Florida.
Big praise for Bill Zito & giving his players everything they need to succeed & for Paul Maurice for helping him become so much a better player & giving him his trust which means a lot to him.
He loves hosting his family & friends at his Florida home.
He tried to not to overstep when he first arrived last year & go with the flow as the new guy but his team mates pushed him to be in a leadership role right away.
Praised everyone, team mates & everyone for helping him settle in so well & feels he's known everyone for 20 years. He's so comfortable in Florida & says he met everyone gradually as they came back in small groups a couple at a time.
He recapped the playoffs and talk about the belief in the room even when they were down v Boston.
He talked about how bad his feet were hurting after the 4x overtime win over Carolina in the playoffs.
Lots of praise for his teammates talking about being surrounding by so much talent in Florida.
He watches practically every game of Brady's, he loves to watch the big games and likes to study certain players mentioning Kucherov.
He's learned he needs to be on the ice & is more valuable on the ice than off & feels he's evolved as a player.
This summer he's worked on PT & Strength & Conditioning & done way more cardio than ever before after recovering after his injury.
He says he's back to 100%
He went to 4 weddings in the off season he was invited to 6 but couldn't go to them all some overlapped with things he had to do.
Talked about the videos of Brady signing Mr Brightside shirtless and the videos that were sneakily taken going viral on SM. Says it's not a true reflection on Brady.
Mentions Brady got more attention than him in the playoffs at Calgary & his dad did last time round!
Talked about his dads 'soft' comments he was more bothered by the timing & being more bothered by how his team were playing at such a vital time with the playoffs on the line. He wasn't upset with his dad & he didn't get a bad reaction from his team. Admits his father was probably right though.
When he got hurt he thought he done his collarbone at first, he stiffened up when being forced to go through concussion protocol. The ovation he got when he came back on the ice, he thought was amazing & meant a lot to him & expresses his appreciation for that.
After the game with his injury he couldn't even wash his body, next day he texted his brother to get him out of bed he was the only one he had at his house at that moment, he even couldn't lift his head due to the pain.
After the game despite the injury. He drove himself home with his sling on! Admitting he knows he probably shouldn't have!!
It was Teddy the head of equipment guy that tied his laces for him ahead of the game he tried to play.
He talked about the Jonathan Quick incident that led to his 2 game suspension refuses to make excuses for his actions but admitted he gets pissed off about goalies bumping into players then losing their minds when players do it back to them. But chalked it up to frustration that boiled over at the end of the game.
His favourite thing to do off ice is play golf & anything he can do that involves being outside he loves & in Calgary he couldn't do anything!
The Elbow Room club also got quite a few mentions, he likes to go out to eat & mentions water skiing but he's still not a boat guy.
Says he used to hate going to the beach when he was younger but now he loves it.
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Omg bestie I just had what I think is my greatest thought ever I know it’s not sts or anything but I wanted to get this in before I forgot a single detail lol! So everyone knows Taylor Swift and her friendship with Abigail and how Taylor was the maid of honor, right? So what if the reader is a singer and grew up with Emma and they’re still bffs and she’s in Emma and Brady’s wedding and meets Josh there and they end up falling for each other eventually (maybe a little push or two from their friends) and she starts showing up to the games & the fans and everyone are just eating it up (with the whole nfl but make it nhl treatment that Taylor is getting) but I just think that would be the cutest sweetest thing ever!!!
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wait because it’s not absolutely out of the norm for her to attend a couple of sens games every season, parked in a box with emma and her security close by so she wouldn’t be disturbed.
but now she’s going to one or two a month whenever her schedule from touring permits, still beside emma, but suddenly she gets a little too into the games. a little more excited when there’s a win or a fight or…
when a certain player scores.
at first there’s just the theories running rampant around the internet and the magazines because she had never once in her career had a public relationship, but then one night at a steakhouse in ottawa, somebody snaps a picture of she and that certain player a little too cozy.
by the next morning, norris jersey sales are up and they're trending number one on twitter.
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Abolitionist John Hossack was born on December 6th 1806 in Elgin.
Another name some of you will not know, but I have posted about him before.
Hossack emigrated, with his family, to North America aged 12 and led a remarkable life, first he worked in his uncle's confectionery store in Quebec, then as an adult, he set up his own confectionery store.
He married Martha Lens in 1833; the couple would eventually have eleven children together., all of who grew up to adulthood, no mean feat back when there would have only been basic medical resources. What is even more of a feat is that in fifty-four years, from 1833 to 1887 -- there was not a death in this large family.
Soon after his marriage, Hossack left the confectionery business to become a contractor on the Long Sault canal being built on the Saint Lawrence River, working in the timber business in Chicago, before becoming a successful trader in grain, he became known for his love of "liberty and sympathy for the oppressed"
It was during those days around Chicago that John Hossack took an active role in helping escaped men who had been enslaved, reach Canada, by being part of what became known as the Underground Railroad. He became a friend and associate of William Lloyd Garrison, Owen Lovejoy, Gerrit Smith, John Wentworth, and other noted abolitionists of the time
John Hossack was among the dignitaries on the platform for the first of the Lincoln-Douglas debates of 1858, which took place in Ottawa in August 1858. Our US friends might know about these debates, but for all others they were largely concerning the issue of slavery.
Hossack's most famous story is the case of an escaped man "John Grey" during a court case to determine whether he was to be sent back to his "owner" Hossack helped in the mans escape, he ended up being fined and spent time in jail for his involvement, but his time in jail was rather soft in nature compared to real jail time.
You can read all about John Hossack and his family, including details of his 50th wedding anniversary. There is also a letter on the site, written by Hossack while in jail where he writes "....I am a native of the free hills of Scotland..." So even though he was but a youngster when he left, he never forgot his roots.
Also on the page is his statement to the court, where he says he "....landed upon the American shores, having left my kindred and native land in pursuit of some place where men of toil would not be crushed by the property holding class." he goes on "...first saw the light among the rugged and free hills of Scotland; a land, sir, that never was conquered, and where a slave never breathed. "
Hossack was obviously a very learned man, in his statement to the court he argues against slavery using the U.S constitution quoting " it "provides that no person shall be deprived of life, liberty or property without due process of law."
Perhaps the line that separates John Hossack as great man compared to so many that were against his stance as an abolitionist is this
"I am ready to die, if need be, for the oppressed of my race. But slavery must die"
I could go on and quote loads more from the web page but you really should go take a look yourselves, it's a very interesting read, please take the time to explore it. The pic shows John Hossack and his wife on the day of their golden wedding, with their family around them.
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Tulip colors have specific meanings when sent as a gift. Pink is the colour of good wishes, confidence, health & femininity. It’s a calming colour & is good choice for congratulations of a graduation or new job, a get well wish for a speedy recovery. It can also mean love & admiration but not the romantic type of love.
White tulips can mean different things depending on the circumstances. White traditionally meant I’m sorry or condolence. In Victorian times a book called the “Language of Flowers” was used to convey messages positive or negative feeling to a recipient. At that time etiquette determined how people conducted themselves about being proper & outward show of affection wasn’t permitted. White could mean pure love and passion. In modern times white symbolizes purity & tulips mean new life. White is a good choice for baptism, weddings, holy communion, baby shower. White is associated with heaven therefore is a good choice for religious ceremonies & it is a symbol of peace. But these descriptions may not apply to a flower which is both pink & white. I couldn’t find a meaning for flowers which are bicolored.
Captured at the Canadian tulip festival, Commissioners park Ottawa Canada Mothers Day May 14, 2023.
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Darren Michael Boyd released 4 full-length albums and 18 music videos in 4 years. His sound has been dubbed “Spooky Surf” by fans and has been described as “Dick Dale meets Joe Satriani in a horror movie”. His solo career started as a form of therapy for the physical and psychological complications that followed a life-altering car accident. Previously, Darren has also toured/recorded with acts such as Creeping Beauty and Famous Underground, featuring Juno award- winning vocalist Nicholas Walsh (Slik Toxik).
Boyd just returned from Nashville as a nominee for the JMAs at The Grand Ole Opry House, and will return as a nominee in October of 2023. He also received multiple nominations by Holland’s 2023 Red Carpet Award Show for Best Instrumental Song, Most Appreciated Musician, and Best Music Video. Boyd recently signed with Europe’s Sliptrick Records and his first title on the label “The G-String Murders” was just released July 1/2023. His previous full-length album entitled “Thoughts & Scares” was released in October of 2022, with three music videos in support of the album, including Misty Mundae, Kickintheballs, and Slow Dancing with Death. In 2023, The Red Carpet Show in Holland nominated Boyd for Most Appreciated Musician, and Misty Mundae in two categories: Best Music Video and Instrumental Song. He previously won Best North American Music Video in the Toronto Independent Film Festival for the self-produced “Arachnochakra”. Boyd was Voted Best Guitar Teacher, in the Ottawa Valley/North Grenville Readers Choice Awards. While working on his first full-length solo album, Boyd simultaneously performed with The Mississippi Mudds Theatre Group in 2019 to play guitar for a sold out run of Queen’s We Will Rock You, and won the Ottawa Faces Magazine award for Favorite Theatre Group. ● Media Inquiries: www.darrenboyd.com
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Why Charivari?
"There is no law that says that a man must not accumulate wealth, and that if he does so, he must not be miserly with it, or hide it from others, unless he pays a fine, or that an older, widowed, divorced man may not marry a younger but still post-reproductive-aged widow unless he pays a fine. And yet the Wetherill case shows that young men in the Ottawa region in 1881 felt they had a right to ask for money from a man who had done both, and were willing to press those rights firmly with noise, disorder, and even violence.
There is no law that says a man can’t marry a much younger woman, less than eight months after his first wife has died in childbirth, and steal a friend’s girlfriend, unless he pays a fine. And yet that man’s age mates, as well as much younger men, felt they had a right to ask for money from William McLaughlin for doing just that in rural Manitoba in 1909.
There is no law that says a woman can’t walk arm in arm with a young man in front of the general store, or pick flowers along the railway line, or go driving with a much older man to visit her in-laws, without enduring public ridicule. And yet in 1917 six upstanding members of the Nova Scotia community of Springfield felt they had a right to draw public attention to the alleged moral infractions of Irene Varner and to ridicule her in front of her neighbours and family. So strongly did they feel that when she won her defamation and conspiracy case at trial, they appealed (unsuccessfully) to the Supreme Court of Nova Scotia.
The involvement of the first three charivari cases with law is their epiphenomenon. From that time period in Canada, at least, charivari never enforced the formal legal system. Instead, it maintained ideas of proper behaviour, appropriate action, and community membership. And the same can be said of the more recent, approval charivari. There is no law that says a couple who marry must stay in the community, produce children, never be elevated, even symbolically, above their peers, and/or invite everybody to a party to celebrate their wedding, or be punished with noise and tricks – and treat or feed anyone who is willing to attend the charivari. And yet from the beginning of the twentieth century even to the present day in some places, relatives, friends, neighbours, and the community as a whole may demand exactly that.
Elements of charivari are highly gendered. It’s not coincidental that all the participants in the first three charivari were men, or that their wives supported the actions of the Varner charivariers, or that women disapprove of charivari more often than men, or that women are usually the ones expected to provide the treat in the contemporary charivari. These issues will form part of the explanation of each charivari case.
Clearly, the charivari is a pliable practice, surviving with extensive commonalities besides its name from the beginnings of European settlement in Canada to the present day. The four examples demonstrate its uses in city, industrial village, rural village, and farm; by groups of young men, groups of peers and young men, groups of adult men, and a mixed groups of children and adolescents as well as the present day’s mixed sex and age groups; and to indicate disapproval and approval. Indeed, that’s one of the problems of this grouping. Despite clearly recognizable similarities, each case is most telling for its specific manifestations. They resist a common theme or perspective. Though all are strongly gendered, relate to community morality, and implicate ideas of reciprocity, each says something different – slightly or radically – about these issues."
- Pauline Greenhill, Make the Night Hideous: Four English-Canadian Charivaris, 1881–1940. Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 2010. p. 27-28.
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Capturing Memories The Rise of Photo Booths at Ottawa Weddings
In the age of Instagram and Pinterest, weddings have become more than just a celebration of love; they're an opportunity to create picture-perfect moments that will be cherished forever. One way to add an extra dash of glamour and fun to your special day is by incorporating a Photo Booth Wedding. And if you're tying the knot in Ottawa, look no further than Ottawa Glambot Rental to take your wedding to the next level.
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Commercial Bin Rental for Events: Maintaining a Clean and Orderly Environment
Planning and executing a successful event is a complex undertaking that involves numerous moving parts. One aspect that often gets overlooked but is crucial for the overall success of an event is waste management. Keeping the venue clean and orderly is not only essential for the comfort and safety of attendees but also for the event's reputation. This is where commercial Bin Rentals Ottawa services come into play, offering a convenient and efficient solution for event waste management.
The Importance of Event Waste Management
Events, whether they are weddings, festivals, corporate conferences, or trade shows, generate a significant amount of waste. From food wrappers and disposable utensils to empty beverage containers and promotional materials, the accumulation of trash can be overwhelming. Failure to manage this waste properly can lead to several issues:
1. Aesthetics and Guest Experience
An event marred by litter and overflowing trash bins can leave a negative impression on attendees. A cluttered and messy environment can detract from the overall experience and reflect poorly on the event organizer.
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Waste left unattended can pose health risks. It can attract pests and vermin, and the presence of hazardous materials in the trash can further exacerbate safety concerns. Ensuring waste is managed effectively is essential to prevent these issues.
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In today's environmentally conscious world, events are expected to be responsible for their ecological footprint. Failing to manage waste properly can lead to environmental damage and harm the event's reputation in the eyes of eco-conscious attendees.
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Ensure that the rental service offers bins of different sizes to accommodate the volume of waste your event is likely to generate.
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Discuss the pickup schedule with the rental company to match it with the duration of your event. Prompt removal of waste is essential to prevent overflowing bins.
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Conclusion
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Character Representation: Jack Skellington
Name: Mai Nam Giang
From Hanoi, Vietnam || Lives in Tokyo, Japan w//Asher
He // They || Queer // Demisexual || 23 {February 18 // Pisces} || 5'6"
Occupation: Day Care Worker
Appearance: Dark Brown Short Length Hair With White Highlights, Dark Brown Eyes, Two ear Piercings, Nipple Piercings, Always Wearing his Engagement and Wedding Ring, Wears a lot of Black and White Clothing, Suits, More Fancy Clothing
Personality: Curious, Soft Spoken, Extroverted, Seems shy at First but Isn't Shy, Loves Listening to Others, a Good Listener, Kind
Likes: Listening to Others, Kids, Taking Care of Others
Dislikes: Doesn't Dislike a lot of Things, Being Yelled at and Disrespected, Being Taken Advantage of Because of Their Kind Nature
Values: Strength and Living a Long Life; Giang has a strong feeling of loyalty to Asher and whoever is he is dating. Since he is younger than Asher he feels the need to be strong and prove he can protect him it is why he values showing his strength over everything else. He also values the thought of living a long life with Asher and their partner{s}. He holds it close to their heart and hopes for it everyday.
Monster Info: Skeleton, he looks exactly like a walking skeleton
NSFW: Switch {Soft Dom or Obedient Sub}; Size Kink, Breeding {Giving & Receiving}, Toys {Giving & Receiving}, Ball Gags {Giving}, Bondage {Receiving & Giving}, Choking {Giving}, Marking {Giving & Receiving}, Blindfolds {Giving}, Oral {Giving & Receiving}, Overstim {Giving & Receiving}, Edging {Giving & Receiving}, Fisting {Giving & Receiving} {He is a tad vanilla but is open to most kinks as long as they are spoken about before hand, there is the possibility of them sub/dom dropping from harder kinks and might need to be guided through unknown kinks}
Relations Within the bot: Asher {Husband, Cute Little Doll Maker🪡}, Leon {Close Friend, Lotto Demon💸}, Noah {Friend, Little Pup🐶}, Ramiro {Acquaintance, Noah’s Boyfriend���}
Relationship: Poly, Married to Asher, Uninterested {0/?}; Together {0/1} {They Will Take one Partner Together}
Sign off 🕸️Giang
Character Representation: Sally
Name: Mai Asher "Asher Fortin"
From Ottawa, Canada || Lives in Tokyo, Japan w//Giang
Occupation: Doll Maker
He // She // They || Queer // Greysexual || 25 {February 17 // Aquarius} || 6'1"
Appearance: Short Light Brown Hair Dyed Blonde, one Brown eye and one Blue eye, No Piercings or Tattoos, Always has their Wedding Ring on, Wears a lot of Dresses, Skirts, Thigh/Knee Highs, Chockers, a lot of Patched Work Outifts//Items, Heels, Platforms, Platformed Sneakers
Personality: Caring, Soft, Extrovert, Giggle, Bubbly, Very Happy
Likes: Sewing, Making Toys, Cooking, Fabrics, Colors, Cookies
Dislikes: Waking up in the Morning, Old People, Soup
Values: Love and Loyalty; She isn't one to fall in love easily but when he does treasure it well. When someone hurts her in some way it runs deep and it takes him a while for him to get over it. Trust is a big factor for them, it's very important.
Monster Info: Unknown, she is a sitiched together doll, he has stitch marks on his arms, legs and torso in their monster form
NSFW: Switch {Soft Dom, can be a Hard Dom, Bratty Sub}; Size Kink, Gagging, Ball Gags, Bondage, Impact Play, Marking, Branding, Burning, Oral, Overstim, Edging, Fisting, Blindfolds {All Kinks go Both Ways; They are willing to try most kinks but some you need to gain their trust fully}
Relations Within the bot:
Relationship: Poly, Married to Giang, Uninterested {0/?}; Together {0/1} {They Will Take one Partner Together}
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News of rising hatred towards the LGBTQA+ community
This Sunday morning, I got up as I always do on Sundays, having a coffee and taking my time to start my day. I normally don’t listen to the news too much as it always contains so much unrest, hate, disasters and the like. Sadly, I didn’t follow my own advice this morning.
What I found was news about the racial unrest in France, the war in Ukraine, a mass shooting in Baltimore, Maryland in the States and so much more sadness. Closer to home here was news about a tornado in Alberta, forest fires, indigenous grave sites found, sexual harassment in the RCMP, and much more bleak news.
Aside from the natural disasters and climate change, what stood out was how humanity has been treating each other. What really jumped out at me was how there is a rise in hatred toward the LGBTQA+ community - around the world but especially here in Canada. I found the following:
Protesters counter-protesting pride events
Students stomping on pride flags
Hate slogans being screamed at our trans community
Trans students afraid to go to school due to the rise in hatred
A trans celebrity, Dan Mulvaney, being targeted after her advertisement for a bee company
A US Supreme Court allowing a Christian web designer to refuse service to a same-sex wedding
News of the stabbing in a University of Waterloo campus and how people are afraid to talk about the violence toward our community
Muslims in Ottawa schools refusing to go to school at the start of pride
A young Indigenous girl talking about using they/them and what she faced
The province of New Brunswick’s gender policy of not discussing gender issues in classrooms, where teachers are banned to use gender titles for students under 16
NB government calling gender dysphoria becoming popular among young people and the need to curb it.
A rural town in Ontario refusing to put up pride flags
A pride crosswalk painting defaced with black paint in Saanich, BC and Leduc, Alberta
Timmins, Ontario Pride celebration, along with many others in Canada celebration forced to include security costs due to anti-LGBTQ threats
Hate incidents in Alberta spiking - RCMP encouraging reporting of these incidents
Canada’s anti-LGBTQ movement emboldened by what is happening in the USA.
Continuing issues around drag queens reading to children
Sadly, I’m sure there are more that I missed.
Closer to home, the high school where my students go when moving to grade 10 was recently in the news where students stole the pride flag from the cafeteria and took it into the woods and burned it. The principal at my school was told by the district to take down the LGBTQ flag that I put up in our teaching pod. He was instructed to find a way to show it in some sort of enclosed box to protect it from being vandalized.
Even closer was when my publisher, FriesenPress put up a pride symbol on their website. I sent a message celebrating the release of my gay science fiction romance and thanked them for their support. I received homophobic slurs as a result. FriesenPress thankfully blocked those people and supported me.
I grew up in an environment where being gay was a dangerous thing. I faced hatred, taunting, harassment and some violence when I was in school. Since then, I’ve seen things change for the better since the 1970s. Now, it seems that things are going backwards and it frightens me.
In the next few blogs, I will be exploring what is going on around me. Your comments would be welcomed.
Carpe diem
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Man Fights For Right to Marry Fictional Character
by Joe Janes
Chester Clayborn, 52, of Port Clinton, Ohio has filed a lawsuit against Ottawa County, where he resides, to allow him to lawfully marry a fictional character.
When asked which fictional character he wants to marry, he replied, “Let’s just say I’m on the market, ladies, and open to possibilities. On my list are April from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014), Princess Leia (original trilogy), and Counselor Troi (Star Trek: The Next Generation TV show). I’m open to different species, too. It’s not just about hot humanoid body types. I think a big slug-like Hutt would be really interesting. I also have a crush on Anna Kendrick, but I have heard she may not be fictional which would significantly limit my chances.”
Clayborn says he discovered his attachment to fictional characters while on a blind date. “We were at the Frisch’s Big Boy on Perry Street and, you know, making what people call small talking, and she asked me about my family. I told her all about them and how some of them serve in Starfleet and some of them are resistance fighters. A few live in a shire. I told her the toughest thing about being middle-aged is watching your parents grow old. Jean-Luc Picard, my dad, is way up there and, even though he’s an android, he’s still programmed to die of natural causes. Natural causes for a human, not an android. My other dad, Luke Skywalker, passed away a few years ago, but, because of him being a Jedi and The Force and all, I feel like he is always with me.
Then she asked if I just got off work because of my uniform. Wow. No. I don’t work at the Best Buy. This is my Starfleet Academy uniform which she also recommended I wash. Sigh.
She had no idea what I was talking about, so, I tapped my communicator and ordered Geordi to beam me up. Nothing happened, so when the bill came, we just split it, even though she ordered the popcorn shrimp appetizer and ate most of it. I’m a gentleman. I learned that from my aunt, Dr. Beverly Crusher. She’s awesome. If she wasn’t my aunt, I would totally marry her, but then Wesley would go from being my cousin to being my son and he’s annoying.”
As they left the restaurant, Clayborn declared there would not be a second date and his blind date said he should date someone from Battle Stars or whatever. “She was being sarcastic,” Clayborn said, “but I think she was on to something. I should be with someone who makes me happy.”
County Commissioner Saul Tribble commented about the lawsuit, “We’re looking into it. It really hinges on legal consent and if the fictional character is able to take their wedding vows. I know with all this AL stuff, it’s likely they could. We’re also worried that this could open up the floodgates for people to marry cartoon characters, characters from literature, historical figures, too. What if someone wants to marry Frankenstein’s monster? Do we need to get permission of all the fictional people who make up his body parts? I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
Chester Clayborn spends most of his time in his studio apartment above the Family Dollar store. While Clayborn anxiously awaits the court’s decision, he is actively looking for a potential bride while binge-watching Star Trek: The Next Generation and occasionally shouting “Hey!” to see if any of the characters turn and look at him. His landlord has asked him to keep it down and to please crack open a window.
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Top 5 Christmas Traditions, Anne Roos Christmas Story
Winter’s Eve is a wee bit away, but Anne Roos has a tune to get you in the holiday mood on the Celtic Christmas Podcast. What are your Top 5 Christmas traditions? Subscribe at CelticChristmasPodcast.com.
WELCOME TO THE CELTIC CHRISTMAS PODCAST
I am Marc Gunn. I am a musician and podcaster. We are promoting Celtic culture through Christmas cheer.
If you want to get your music on the show, email me celticpodcast.
Punching through the walls of tradition, The McDades' Celtic-rooted music fuses the spontaneity of jazz improvisation and infectious global rhythms. The Juno Award Winners' cutting edge sound is the perfect complement to their fiery performances.
0:48 - Terry McDade & The McDades "The First Noel" from Winter Rose
3:26 - INTRO - Jennifer Licko
The award-winning music of Jennifer Licko is influenced by stories, melodies, and instruments from the Carolinas and the ancient Scots who settled the cape fear region. As a vocalist, her message through song is delivered through both traditional Celtic music and original compositions that help deliver the story of who we are today because of our deep-rooted Celtic heritage.
She has several Celtic Christmas concerts scheduled in December in North Carolina and South Carolina. In addition to her Christmas album, she also has a Christmas bundle you should check out. She’s been a part of the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast since 2008.
4:09 - Jennifer Licko "The Holly and The Ivy" from The Lights Of Christmas
7:48 - THANK YOU CHRISTMAS PATRONS
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Thanks to our Christmas Song Hengers: Joe H, Hank W, robert k, Trevor T, Jan C
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A fan of the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast recommended I reach out to The Chivalrous Crickets. They explore the roots, branches, and crossroads of Celtic, English, and American folk music. With equal attention to engaging performances and academic rigor, they bring to the stage boldly reimagined arrangements of standards and original songs with traditional influence. Their first full-length album was a Christmas album released last year.
8:50 - The Chivalrous Crickets "Rise Up Shepherd - Bright Morning Stars" from A Chivalrous Cricketmas
13:40 - MY TOP 5 CHRISTMAS TRADITIONS?
Nuts
Kids opening Presents
Lamb dinner
Decorating the Christmas tree
Listening to Christmas music
Canadian born musician Susan Toman is a Celtic harpist, harpsichordist, and pianist who has gained widespread recognition as a performer, teacher, and recording artist. She performs as a soloist and in ensembles for concerts, weddings and special events. Susan teaches music in her home studio in Ottawa, Ontario, and is also available for online lessons. She has a Christmas concert scheduled for December 10th in Ottawa, Canada.
15:30 - Susan Toman "Silent Night" from Angels on High
18:14 - INTRO – Spoil The Dance
Spoil The Dance hail from N.E. Derbys. They play traditional and contemporary songs and tunes of a mostly Scots/Irish nature. Their Bandcamp page says all profits from gigs and album sales are donated to local charities. They have a brand new single.
18:38 - Spoil the Dance "Noel Nouvelet (Sing We Now Of Christmas)" from Noel Nouvelet (Sing We Now Of Christmas)
22:37 - CELTIC CHRISTMAS SPOTIFY PLAYLIST: Fun Christmas Songs for Kids and Families
Marc Gunn is a Rhythm & Folk songwriter who fuses Irish and Scottish folk songs with pop culture. His musical weapon of choice is the autoharp. He breathes Rock and Roll into this folk instrument and adds a bellowing taste of rhythm & blues.
23:35 - Marc Gunn "Frosty the Irish Snowman" from Celtic Christmas Greetings
26:40 - INTRO – Steel Clover
Steel Clover, (also known as Sue Borowski), is a Celtic singer, songwriter and recording artist from the historic steel town of Homestead, Pittsburgh, PA. Sue has been in the Celtic scene for almost a decade and has been playing music in some very interesting venues. She is a multi-instrumentalist and continues to study Irish and Scottish fiddling.
27:05 - Steel Clover "Winter Wonder Day" from Season Of Love
30:24 - HOLIDAY FEATURE: ANNE ROOS & DAVID BLONSKI
Harpist Anne Roos is a Grammy Award-winning harper. David Blonski in a new age Flutist of old world and folk melodies. Together you can relish the playful dancing between Anne’s Celtic harp and David’s silver flute in traditional tunes that echo the spirit of the fall, winter, and holidays. Their brand new Christmas album is called A Winter’s Dance. Joyfully enter another place and time, dance with the snowflakes, and immerse yourself in these delightful instrumentals!
Anne Roos has been a part of the Irish & Celtic Music Podcast since 2008. She is a brilliant harper. She will tell you a little more about her tune.
32:55 - Anne Roos & David Blonski “Winter’s Eve Aire” from A Winter’s Dance
You can find out more about the album on Anne Roos’ website at harpistanneroos.com.
37:05 - WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CELTIC CHRISTMAS SONG?
Patrons of Celtic Christmas Podcast can Cast Your Vote for Your Favorite Track in each episode. In a moment, I’ll tell you which tune won last time.
But before I do, please add all of your favorite songs to your own holiday playlist. Or even better, support the artist by buying their music or joining their mailing list.
It’s time to announce the most-popular Celtic Christmas track in the last episode. The winner was…
Galway-based We Banjo 3 has one foot in Irish music and one foot in Americana music, seamlessly combining the virtuosity and precision in each genre’s traditional disciplines with the artful song-craft and infectious live performance of today’s musical landscape.
38:14 - We Banjo 3 "Joy to the World" from A Winter Wonderful
You have just two weeks to vote for your favorite track. Become a patron and cast your vote. While you’re there, let me know if there’s a Celtic Christmas song or tune that I should add to the next episode of the show.
41:02 - CLOSING
Celtic Christmas Podcast was produced by Marc Gunn. The show was edited by Mitchell Petersen with Graphics by Miranda Nelson Designs.
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✔ Mark Your Calendars: Wed Aug 16 on 🎨#JamieRoxx’s Pop Roxx Radio 🎙️#TalkShow and 🎧#Podcast w/ Featured Guest:
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Darren Michael Boyd released 4 full-length albums and 18 music videos in 4 years. His sound has been dubbed “Spooky Surf” by fans and has been described as “Dick Dale meets Joe Satriani in a horror movie”. His solo career started as a form of therapy for the physical and psychological complications that followed a life-altering car accident. Previously, Darren has also toured/recorded with acts such as Creeping Beauty and Famous Underground, featuring Juno award- winning vocalist Nicholas Walsh (Slik Toxik).
Boyd just returned from Nashville as a nominee for the JMAs at The Grand Ole Opry House, and will return as a nominee in October of 2023. He also received multiple nominations by Holland’s 2023 Red Carpet Award Show for Best Instrumental Song, Most Appreciated Musician, and Best Music Video. Boyd recently signed with Europe’s Sliptrick Records and his first title on the label “The G-String Murders” was just released July 1/2023. His previous full-length album entitled “Thoughts & Scares” was released in October of 2022, with three music videos in support of the album, including Misty Mundae, Kickintheballs, and Slow Dancing with Death. In 2023, The Red Carpet Show in Holland nominated Boyd for Most Appreciated Musician, and Misty Mundae in two categories: Best Music Video and Instrumental Song. He previously won Best North American Music Video in the Toronto Independent Film Festival for the self-produced “Arachnochakra”. Boyd was Voted Best Guitar Teacher, in the Ottawa Valley/North Grenville Readers Choice Awards. While working on his first full-length solo album, Boyd simultaneously performed with The Mississippi Mudds Theatre Group in 2019 to play guitar for a sold out run of Queen’s We Will Rock You, and won the Ottawa Faces Magazine award for Favorite Theatre Group. ● Media Inquiries: www.darrenboyd.com
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