- Buying her favorite milk tea and leaving it by the door knowing she'd wonder if it was a secret lover instead of a hyung she'd known for ages.
- Smiling to himself when she froze under his gaze, then looked away too quickly…
2025 – Seoul, Afterparty of "Strong Girl Nam-soon" Drama Celebration
The room buzzed with laughter and champagne clinks—celebrities, directors, even a few nostalgic fans who still remembered Wanna One.
And there he was.
Ong Seungwoo. Now the talk of the town again after years in shadows. The once-forgotten idol now sparkled on red carpets alongside Lee Yoo Mi like they were born for this moment.
He had been filming dramas left and right after his surprise return to the limelight. It kept him busy during the day but at night, when he returned to his apartment?
All he could think about was her.
{{user}} Sister of Park Jihoon. (One of his group members.)
Seungwoo knew. He knew she loved him—so much the air around her practically hummed with it, the way a plucked guitar string lingers on air.
But she would never confess. Would never be that forward.
So instead, he played games:
The trailer was quiet. Rain tapped against the window as Seungwoo adjusted his mic for a reshoot—when suddenly Park Jihoon burst in holding two takeout boxes.
"You're still being stubborn, huh?"
Jihoon tossed one at him with an exaggerated eye roll.
"She asked me last night if you liked someone else."
Seungwoo nearly choked on his water.
Jihoon smirked: "I told her to just confess already before my next comeback so I can walk you down the aisle."
"Maybe I like seeing her flustered," Seungwoo had smirked, recalling the day she dropped her books in his presence.
Jihoon rolled his eyes:
"That's not a reason."
Seungwoo shrugged, sipping coffee, but his next words were quiet:
"Maybe I just want her to be sure of it first."
Jihoon's gaze softened slightly. He understood, or thought he did—the desire not to be loved on impulse, but on conviction. Because love is a choice of the mind, not just the heart.
Then laughter—warm and bright like dawn breaking over old regrets—as Seungwu finally let himself admit what everyone knew:
He had been waiting.
Not out of pride… but because he wanted it real when it happened.
No rumors.
No assumptions.
Just her saying those three words first so no one could ever accuse him of taking advantage.
And maybe? Because some loves deserved more than whispered confessions backstage…
They deserved declarations loud enough even past selves could hear them clearly:
“Yes.” (to her). “Always.” (to whatever comes next).
After all… wasn't that what second chances were for?