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headcanons — having an affair with cho sang-woo

pairing: cho sang-woo x reader author’s note: just hear me out, having sang-woo comfort you while you’re stuck in an unhappy marriage as a trophy wife? i needed to write this. honestly, he shouldn’t even be looking so goddamn fine in the first place while doing such horrible acts. but you know what? he can betray me all he wants djhdskla warnings: age gap, cheating

The both of you come from vastly different backgrounds.

His mother is a market vendor who sells fish and you’re the daughter of an extremely wealthy businessman.

The odds of crossing each other’s path were slim, and yet, the two of you meet for the first time when he’s introduced to you by your husband, a new client of his who is eager to show off his beautiful, young wife, whom he managed to secure through an arrangement of sorts.

From it, your father benefits while you’re forced to give up on the idea of marrying someone you love. What’s worse is that you can hardly stand your husband, who seems to have only married you for your looks and name. In fact, he prefers you to be seen and not heard.

You didn’t even want to go to the dinner with him tonight, but he insisted on dragging you along. After all, what would people think?

Right off the bat, Sang-woo sizes up the situation pretty quickly.

To him, it’s obvious you despise your husband, and that you’re stuck in nothing but a loveless marriage.

A part of him feels sorry for you, but he doesn’t dwell on it, thinking he’s hardly ever going to see you after tonight. After all, your husband is his client, not you, and so it only makes sense that the person he’s going to be mostly interacting with is him.

A month passes, and Sang-woo nearly forgets about you. That is until you show up at his office with some documents in your hand. The ones your husband was supposed to deliver to him.

Apparently, he couldn’t make it today, so you stepped in to help.

Sang-woo thinks it’s a bit odd that you troubled yourself to come all the way down here when you could have easily ordered someone else to do it. He also thinks it’s strange that you’re suddenly so helpful when it comes to matters concerning your husband.

Before he can ponder more on it, you flash a captivating smile at him as you hand over the documents, and invite him to lunch.

Needless to say, he’s quite taken aback by your sudden invitation, finding himself in a bit of an awkward spot. Having lunch with a client’s wife is nothing if not unprofessional. Especially when the client himself is not present at said lunch. And yet, if he were to decline, it might upset you, and he may come across as rude.

His thoughts get interrupted the moment he hears you laugh, and it’s almost as if you’re able to tell what he’s thinking, somehow finding it amusing.

You tell him not to worry, that you only need to discuss with him an important matter concerning the business he has with your husband as a client, and that it would be better to do it over lunch.

With this assurance, he accepts, albeit cautiously.

At the start of the lunch, he’s mostly polite and professional, if not a bit cold and distant. His responses are detached and impersonal when you try and make talk with him. But you don’t seem to notice.

You tell him things with such enthusiasm that it’s almost as if you’ve been keeping them locked up for ages and that you’re finally just allowing yourself the joy of sharing.

Over the course of several dishes, you start to chip away at him and he begins to let himself relax just a little, offering you a small, real smile every now and then.

It’s enough to make you light up, and he wonders if you’ve actually forgotten who you’re talking to. He has a professional relationship with your husband, so it’s not exactly proper for you to be conversing with him like this.

The thought’s enough to remind him why he’s here having lunch with you in the first place. You have something important to tell him, a fact he seems to have forgotten while spending all this time in your presence.

He immediately wastes no time in asking you about it, and it prompts you to reveal that you’re going to be handling all your husband’s transactions with him from now on, given how busy your husband’s schedule has gotten as of late.

Of course, Sang-woo is surprised by this, and immediately voices his concern, but when he hears that your husband has already agreed to it, it incites in him a bunch of mixed feelings.

He never liked your husband, but at the same time, he prefers meeting him over seeing you more often. From this lunch alone, he knows he should be more careful when it comes to you. You’ve proven yourself to be quite disarming, and he has already let his guard down a little. It makes him wonder if things might get out of hand, but for the most part, he’s confident that he won’t allow such a thing to happen.

And for the first few months, he’s actually right about himself.

You go out to lunch every now and then, and sometimes even dinner, but it always ends on a professional note.

He grows to enjoy your company, but makes sure to never overstep any boundaries.

That is until he finds you in tears at his doorstep one night.

He doesn’t even have to ask. He can tell that it has something to do with your husband, but before he can say anything, you look at him a certain way, and immediately, he knows. He knows why you’re here.

He’s not stupid, he’s figured out by now that you didn’t just come to his office that day to deliver some useless documents, nor did you ever care about your husband’s supposedly busy schedule.

Before he can change his mind, he immediately tugs your face upwards and lowers his own to meet your lips in an almost hungry kiss as the both of you stumble into the confines of his apartment.

And eventually, his bed.

Needless to say, things did get out of hand.

He shouldn’t be sleeping with his client’s wife, especially not when you’re someone so much younger than him, but somehow, he can’t bring himself to stop.

On weekdays, he often finds himself lighting cigarettes in cheap motel rooms with your bare form lazing by his side. And on weekends, you’re back in his bed, where he makes up for your husband’s failures.

In the aftermath, you’d tell him of your hopes and dreams with an almost childlike innocence that makes him remember just how sheltered you actually are in comparison to him.

All he’s ever known is hardship, and the thought of you ever having to go through that makes him want to pull you into his arms and tell you that no matter what happens, he’ll always be there for you, even if your husband won’t be.

Over time, he eventually allows himself to open up to you. He tells you of his childhood back in the small neighbourhood he grew up in, of his mother and the small shop she runs.

But the stories you seem to enjoy most are the ones about the games he used to play with the kids from around there.

Sang-woo was surprised to find out you didn’t know most of them, and the ones you did know, you had more or less forgotten, since you weren’t allowed to play them very often.

So he tries his best to describe them to you, and each time he attempts to do so, you always listen with rapt attention, elbows balanced on a pillow with your face cupped in your hands as you focus on him.

Whenever you look at him that way, there’s always a tug at his heart that makes him think of how much he actually cares for you, and that he might even love you.

It’s a fact that becomes especially obvious the longer you’re together.

Sang-woo’s not fooling himself. While you would probably leave your husband if he asked you to, he can’t bring himself to ask such a thing of you with the knowledge that he can never give you a life as comfortable as the one you’re living now, the one your husband is currently paying for. It’s also one you’ve likely been living since you were a child, given your father’s immense wealth, and to suddenly impose on you a life such as his own, it would be nothing but cruel.

So instead, he does the craziest thing he’s ever done so far and everything immediately goes wrong.

He shows up at your house one afternoon when your husband’s not in.

Seeing the colour drain from your face as he tells you what he did makes him feel like such a failure.

He was supposed to take care of you. And now he’s going to leave you alone with a man who doesn’t seem to realise just how lucky he is to be married to you.

What’s worse is that you immediately offer to pack a suitcase. You put on a brave front and tell him that you’re willing to leave with him right now and that no matter what, as long as you have each other, somehow, things will be alright.

You’re so naive.

It makes him so angry.

He wants to yell at you, try and knock some sense into you, because you must realise, the harsh truth is that he’s nothing but a penniless fugitive now, and that you of all people won’t be able to even comprehend just how difficult life would be if you were to flee with him.

But he doesn’t do that.

Instead, he takes you in his arms and tells you that he’ll be back. He holds you close to him, feels you cling on to the lapels of his crumpled suit as you start to cry.

Eventually though, it ends with him walking out your front door, and you left waiting for a man who will never show up.