#my head hurts i shouldnt have went to bed at 5am again help

[hannie-dul-set]

ONE WORD, FOUR LETTERS.

p — YANG JUNGWON x gn! reader. g — fluff, comfort, videocall with wonie who's out on tour. w — none, i can't believe there's no swearing in this. 441 words.

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there’s not enough words in the dictionary to describe how jungwon feels about you.

“wonie! why aren’t you asleep yet? isn’t it like one in the morning there?”

longing floods through his veins when he sees you through his phone screen, lips pouting in concern, and he’s overcome but the violent waves of wishing to drown in your warmth, yearning for your rhythmic breaths that lull him to sleep on nights where his want for you overpowers his need for sleep.

“because i miss you? you won’t even let me call you whenever i want?” 

adoration rattles him further awake when you break into a fond smile at his whines. it digs into his skin, bone-deep, until all of his senses fall into a reverie of affection-drunk daydreams of how nice it would be if he could kiss those smiling lips, of what he would give to have you laying in bed next to him, to be swallowed by your very presence.

“what am i gonna do with you?” you laugh. “i’ll talk to you until you fall asleep. you know, you gotta be up early tomorrow, right?”

he listens to each word you say, each syllable you utter with utmost devotion— memorizing the story of how you messed up making a sandwich earlier this morning like it’s prayer, committing every gasp and noise and sound you’d make in between anecdotes to reverence until his mind grows foggy, until it gets harder for him to keep his eyes open, but jungwon persists. there’s nothing more important than you. there’s nothing he worships more than you.

“wonie? ah, he’s finally asleep.”

yet all those words are still lacking.

he’s hesitant to call it love because are four measly letters really enough to encapsulate all his adoration, devotion, and longing for you? he feels as though it should be grander, greater than the ever-stretching sky and the depths of the ocean. it’s too short, too quick— too easy, but difficult to scrape out of his throat all the same. he could write tens and thousands of essays and sing perpetual voices and it still would be enough.

but when those four letters stumble from your very own lips, he’s suddenly awake again, but not entirely. alive, but paralyzed by everything he feels drowning him and lifting him up into the air at and it clicks like all those stray emotions have finally fallen into place.

“good night. love you. i’ll text you in the morning.”

jungwon longs for you. he adores you. he devotes all of his thoughts and actions and his entire person to you. yet above all—

“i love you too.”

ONE WORD, FOUR LETTERS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.