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✷part; 47 ( wonwoo x reader ) arrange marriage You stayed quiet for a moment, then whispered honestly into the dark room. “I am… but I just want you to be happy too. Even if we still separate.” Your voice trembled slightly as you continued, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Even if I still want a divorce… I don’t want to trap you forever, Wonwoo. I want you to be free. I want you to be happy — with or without me.” You looked at him, your hand still resting on your bump. “I know I said I chose myself… but I also want you to choose what makes you happy. Even if that means letting me go.” Wonwoo stared at you for a long time.  Then he slowly exhaled and moved closer, gently pulling you into his arms. He held you against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other resting protectively over your belly. “You’re really something,” he murmurs against your hair, voice rough with emotion. “Even now… you’re still thinking about what I want.” He pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had escaped. “I’m not going to lie to you,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what I want yet. My head is still a mess. I spent three years convincing myself I’d be happier without you… and now that you’re offering me that freedom, it doesn’t even feel like relief.” His forehead rested against yours. “But I know one thing,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to leave while you’re carrying our baby. I don’t want to miss this. I don’t want our child to grow up thinking their father didn’t want them.” Wonwoo’s hand gently caressed your bump. “So… can we make a deal?” he asked softly. “Let’s get through the pregnancy together. no more talking about divorce for now. Just… us figuring this out day by day.” He searched your eyes in the darkness. “I’m not asking you to stay forever. I’m just asking you to stay until our baby is here. Can you do that for me?” His voice dropped to a whisper, almost vulnerable. “Please, Y/N.” You nodded slowly, your forehead still resting against his. “…Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay until the baby is born.” Your voice was quiet, tired, but sincere. “I won’t talk about divorce anymore until then. We’ll just… get through this together.” Wonwoo let out a long, heavy breath — like he had been holding it for a long time. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer against his chest. One of his hands stayed protectively over your bump, while the other gently stroked your hair. “Thank you,” he murmurs against the top of your head, “Thank you.” For a while, neither of you spoke. He just held you in the dark, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. It was the closest you had felt to him in three years. After a long silence, he whispered. “I know I don’t deserve this chance… but I’m going to try. For you. For the baby.” He pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to your forehead — the first real kiss he had given you outside of that drunken night in Jeju. “Get some sleep,” he said gently, still holding you. “I’m right here.” You eventually fell asleep in his arms. — ctto #kpopxreader #povstories #wonwooseventeen #wonwoo #povs
✷part; 47 ( wonwoo x reader ) arrange marriage You stayed quiet for a moment, then whispered honestly into the dark room. “I am… but I just want you to be happy too. Even if we still separate.” Your voice trembled slightly as you continued, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Even if I still want a divorce… I don’t want to trap you forever, Wonwoo. I want you to be free. I want you to be happy — with or without me.” You looked at him, your hand still resting on your bump. “I know I said I chose myself… but I also want you to choose what makes you happy. Even if that means letting me go.” Wonwoo stared at you for a long time. Then he slowly exhaled and moved closer, gently pulling you into his arms. He held you against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other resting protectively over your belly. “You’re really something,” he murmurs against your hair, voice rough with emotion. “Even now… you’re still thinking about what I want.” He pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that had escaped. “I’m not going to lie to you,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what I want yet. My head is still a mess. I spent three years convincing myself I’d be happier without you… and now that you’re offering me that freedom, it doesn’t even feel like relief.” His forehead rested against yours. “But I know one thing,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to leave while you’re carrying our baby. I don’t want to miss this. I don’t want our child to grow up thinking their father didn’t want them.” Wonwoo’s hand gently caressed your bump. “So… can we make a deal?” he asked softly. “Let’s get through the pregnancy together. no more talking about divorce for now. Just… us figuring this out day by day.” He searched your eyes in the darkness. “I’m not asking you to stay forever. I’m just asking you to stay until our baby is here. Can you do that for me?” His voice dropped to a whisper, almost vulnerable. “Please, Y/N.” You nodded slowly, your forehead still resting against his. “…Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay until the baby is born.” Your voice was quiet, tired, but sincere. “I won’t talk about divorce anymore until then. We’ll just… get through this together.” Wonwoo let out a long, heavy breath — like he had been holding it for a long time. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer against his chest. One of his hands stayed protectively over your bump, while the other gently stroked your hair. “Thank you,” he murmurs against the top of your head, “Thank you.” For a while, neither of you spoke. He just held you in the dark, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. It was the closest you had felt to him in three years. After a long silence, he whispered. “I know I don’t deserve this chance… but I’m going to try. For you. For the baby.” He pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to your forehead — the first real kiss he had given you outside of that drunken night in Jeju. “Get some sleep,” he said gently, still holding you. “I’m right here.” You eventually fell asleep in his arms. — ctto #kpopxreader #povstories #wonwooseventeen #wonwoo #povs

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