muses, kim sunwoo x gender neutral reader. content, if only he knew how cruel love is before he met you. word count, five hundred fifteen. pantone, angst / lovers to exes. mona likes, feel free to listen to one last time by girls generation.
sunwoo drums his fingers across the steering wheel while he maneuvers down the block. he catches a glimpse at your distant figure, head resting against your seatbelt and the tapping of your foot in tandem with his. the young male feels a small smile blooming on his plump lips, similar to the butterflies that tickle his stomach.
turning on the corner, he notices your house that stood towards the end of the street. it wasn't hard to identify when the pesky streetlight could barely decide whether it wants to glow or not.
sunwoo is incapable of counting how many times you complained about it. not because he never listened — no, never that. but your voice was a siren call to him, luring him into a deep hypnotic state.
"sunwoo." he hears you call his name and pulls on the brakes. in his nostalgia, he almost drove past your destination.
the noirette smiles sheepishly and turns off the ignition. you shrug your shoulders, aware of where he had headed off to. his expression quivers over your nonchalance but he does his best to carve out a happy face.
"i'll get the rest of my stuff on friday." you state, slinging the strap of your bag over your shoulder. just as you're about to get out of the vehicle, he locks the doors.
a frown marrs your face when you realize what he's done. turning in your seat to face him, you quietly sigh and shake your head.
"kim sunwoo, just drop it!"
he ties his tongue after you yell, too frozen to try again. you massage your temples, "we agreed that you can drive me home, that's it."
"that's what you wanted, not we." he remarks. "unless you decided to back out on your decision."
"no!" you sigh again, exasperated that you had to repeat yourself. even though you had already made it clear back in his apartment, he's still unwilling to accept it.
you press your back against the seat and inhale a deep breath. after you exhale, you look at him and he feels helpless. weak, because you know that when you look at him, he's under your spell. resigned to listen to anything, and everything that you say.
taking his shaky hands in yours, you explain to him, "i still care about you, you know. i could never stop caring about you. but we were both drowning, and one of us had to get out eventually."
sunwoo nods, pretending to understand you when he doesn't. but it's okay, he knows how to read between the lines. and the words spell out one message — your love has run dry, and there's nothing he can do to salvage it.
he still asks you of a favor, "can you tell me you love me, one last time?"
you hesitate for a moment, then decide to fulfill his request for his peace of mind.
three words, eight letters. who knew they could draw so much damage? kim sunwoo didn't, and now he pays the price for his ignorance.
