Maybe we, Could be
Description
The story of her life plays right before her eyes as Seulgi holds her hand and leads her outside while the elevator door shuts down on Wendy's face, making her disappear from her vision and all Irene hears as she walks outside are Yeri's words echoing in her mind
“Is it just the company or is it you throwing away whatever you have with her?”
Foreword
This fic is just the fruit of my impulsiveness. There isn't much to say because my head just spluttered that one sentence after I listened to Layover (I highly recommend listening to it while reading this). So basically this was going to be a oneshot but I decided to separate the angst and no-so-much angst. It's just two parts and I'm just going to explain the ideal way to read it.
The entire au is written in Irene's perspective (3rd person) and Wendy's perspective is basically the lyrics of song Slow Dancing, so do whatever you want with that.
Also, everything here written is pure fiction and nothing but imagination so don't take anything seriously.
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