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POV: The taxi slows to a stop outside your apartment building. Meanwhile, Minwoo is still leaning heavily against your shoulder. “Baby.” “Hm?” “We home?” You smile. “Yeah.” He hums happily, then immediately snuggles closer. You laugh. “Come on. We have to get out.” “I’m too sleepy.” The driver chuckles from the front seat. You apologize for the hundredth time. Minwoo lifts his head slightly. Then points at you. “Sir.” The driver looks in the mirror. “Yes?” Minwoo nods confidently. “This is my wife.” Your entire soul leaves your body. The driver lets out a laugh. “Oh?” You cover your face. “He’s drunk, I’m so sorry—” But Minwoo is nodding very confidently now. “Yes,” he repeats. “My wife.” “Not your wife,” you whisper, trying to tug his sleeve. He turns to you slowly. “Future wife,” he corrects. You feel your face burn instantly. “You can’t just say things like that.” Minwoo blinks at you like he doesn’t understand the problem. “Why?” “Because—because you’re drunk.” He thinks about that, then shrugs. “I’m just honest.” The driver makes the mistake of saying, “That’s cute.” Now Minwoo thinks he has support. “See?” “When I think about later,” he mumbles, eyes already drifting shut again, “you’re there.” “When I come home after work…” Another pause. “You’re there too… you’re in all my plans.” Your eyes immediately sting. And before he can notice, “Okay,” you say quickly. “Let’s go upstairs.” ~ Getting him inside the apartment building is a challenge. Getting him into the elevator is another challenge. Getting him to walk in a straight line? Impossible. By the time you finally make it home, Minwoo is practically asleep standing up. “Come on.” You guide him toward the bedroom. He immediately falls face-first onto the mattress. Still wearing his jacket. Still wearing his shoes. You laugh softly and kneel beside the bed. Carefully remove his shoes, his jacket, his watch. By now his hair is sticking to his forehead. Too sweaty and messy from the night. You disappear into the bathroom for a moment. When you come back, you’re holding a damp towel. Minwoo is already halfway asleep. Eyes barely open. You gently brush the towel across his forehead. Wiping away the sweat. Then his cheeks. Then the back of his neck. His eyes flutter open and immediately finds you. Always finding you. “Hi.” You smile. “Hi.” He watches you quietly while you fix his hair back. Then suddenly, his hand reaches up and catches your wrist. You pause. “Minwoo?” His thumb brushes against your skin lazily. Still sleepy and drunk. “Thank you.” Your chest tightens. “For what?” “For taking care of me.” The words come out soft, like he means every single one. You smile. “I always will.” Something in his expression melts, then he tugs gently on your wrist. A silent request saying, “Come here.” So you do. You sit beside him. And immediately his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. His face presses into your stomach. Eyes already closing again. You run your fingers through his hair. The room is quiet. And just when you think he’s fallen asleep, his voice comes out sleepy against your shirt. “…Future wife.” You immediately laugh through the tears threatening to form. “Go to sleep.” “No.” “Minwoo.” He peeks one eye open, tiniest smile on his lips. Then he presses a sleepy kiss against your hand and whispers: “Just giving you a spoiler.” #CHAWOOMIN #AU #POVSTORIES #IMAGINESTORIES #FANFIC
POV: The taxi slows to a stop outside your apartment building. Meanwhile, Minwoo is still leaning heavily against your shoulder. “Baby.” “Hm?” “We home?” You smile. “Yeah.” He hums happily, then immediately snuggles closer. You laugh. “Come on. We have to get out.” “I’m too sleepy.” The driver chuckles from the front seat. You apologize for the hundredth time. Minwoo lifts his head slightly. Then points at you. “Sir.” The driver looks in the mirror. “Yes?” Minwoo nods confidently. “This is my wife.” Your entire soul leaves your body. The driver lets out a laugh. “Oh?” You cover your face. “He’s drunk, I’m so sorry—” But Minwoo is nodding very confidently now. “Yes,” he repeats. “My wife.” “Not your wife,” you whisper, trying to tug his sleeve. He turns to you slowly. “Future wife,” he corrects. You feel your face burn instantly. “You can’t just say things like that.” Minwoo blinks at you like he doesn’t understand the problem. “Why?” “Because—because you’re drunk.” He thinks about that, then shrugs. “I’m just honest.” The driver makes the mistake of saying, “That’s cute.” Now Minwoo thinks he has support. “See?” “When I think about later,” he mumbles, eyes already drifting shut again, “you’re there.” “When I come home after work…” Another pause. “You’re there too… you’re in all my plans.” Your eyes immediately sting. And before he can notice, “Okay,” you say quickly. “Let’s go upstairs.” ~ Getting him inside the apartment building is a challenge. Getting him into the elevator is another challenge. Getting him to walk in a straight line? Impossible. By the time you finally make it home, Minwoo is practically asleep standing up. “Come on.” You guide him toward the bedroom. He immediately falls face-first onto the mattress. Still wearing his jacket. Still wearing his shoes. You laugh softly and kneel beside the bed. Carefully remove his shoes, his jacket, his watch. By now his hair is sticking to his forehead. Too sweaty and messy from the night. You disappear into the bathroom for a moment. When you come back, you’re holding a damp towel. Minwoo is already halfway asleep. Eyes barely open. You gently brush the towel across his forehead. Wiping away the sweat. Then his cheeks. Then the back of his neck. His eyes flutter open and immediately finds you. Always finding you. “Hi.” You smile. “Hi.” He watches you quietly while you fix his hair back. Then suddenly, his hand reaches up and catches your wrist. You pause. “Minwoo?” His thumb brushes against your skin lazily. Still sleepy and drunk. “Thank you.” Your chest tightens. “For what?” “For taking care of me.” The words come out soft, like he means every single one. You smile. “I always will.” Something in his expression melts, then he tugs gently on your wrist. A silent request saying, “Come here.” So you do. You sit beside him. And immediately his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him. His face presses into your stomach. Eyes already closing again. You run your fingers through his hair. The room is quiet. And just when you think he’s fallen asleep, his voice comes out sleepy against your shirt. “…Future wife.” You immediately laugh through the tears threatening to form. “Go to sleep.” “No.” “Minwoo.” He peeks one eye open, tiniest smile on his lips. Then he presses a sleepy kiss against your hand and whispers: “Just giving you a spoiler.” #CHAWOOMIN #AU #POVSTORIES #IMAGINESTORIES #FANFIC
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