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Let’s do everything on the list from top to bottom together for a long time.
I’ve missed you so much. Me too. I hate that I can’t see you often. Me too. I want to see you every day. I want to hear your voice every day. I want to hug you every day.Me too. Is that all you can say?
HOMETOWN CHA CHA CHA (2021)
I lived for 34 years without you, but each day seems to last forever since I’ve met you. Out of everything that exists in this world, I like you the most.
Dramas come and go but nothing ever came close to Hometown cha cha. My forever safe place♡
Happy 3 years to our homecha couple💑
Still my most favorite drama♡♡☆~
Dushik-ie. Chief Hong, what are you doing here? Are you asleep? Oh! You opened your eyes. Why are you looking at me like that? Wait, I know that look. It means you want to cry.
HOMETOWN CHA CHA CHA (2021) dir. Yu Je-won
I'm Richard Gere today!
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
01. cash (lack thereof)
🌼 warnings: none
🌼word count: ~1.9k
The words in the letter surprise you. In some ways, it gives you mixed feelings.
Happy, of course, that you’d gotten the job, signed the contract and you could move on from the clinic you’d dedicated over six years to after getting your degree to a larger hospital. It meant a change of pace, change in the people around you, and a step upward in your career.
Sad, that you couldn’t start immediately.
The letter announced the start of your contract to be in three months. But you were already packed up from your previous clinic and ready to move out.
Sitting back on your couch, you scan the letter again. “Commencement of the job will be three months from the date on the letter. Please contact us in the case of any confusion.” You sigh and toss the letter aside, leaning your head back.
Three months. Three months to do anything you wanted. Go on a long-needed vacation, binge-watch all the seasons of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, buy a whole supermarket’s worth of ice cream.. the possibilities were endless.
As you were in your reverie of much-anticipated relaxation, your phone rings.
You pick up, and your uncle’s voice rings out in a cheerful baritone, loud and joyful.
“Y/N!”
“Hi, Uncle.”
“Oh, I haven’t heard from you in a while, dear. How’s everything?”
“Good,” you say, a little awkwardly. “I got a new job.”
“Goodness! How wonderful.” Your uncle seems positively delighted. You clear your throat, and ask quietly, “Why'd you call? Is everything okay?”
“Definitely! We were just calling to ask if you were going back to the countryside this year.” Your uncle says. You freeze slightly. “I know it’s hard with how busy you are. But it’s good to have a break before you continue running off everywhere, you know?”
“But you aren’t living in the countryside anymore, Uncle,” you remind him. “I don’t have anyone to visit.”
“I know,” your uncle says, sighing. “Part of me wishes we stayed, but… oh well. That’s life. You have to move on from something.”
You stay quiet.
“But enough about us! Maybe try to go back at least once.” Your uncle says again. “Eat well, have a good rest… some sea air would be great for you. Call me if you need anything.”
“I will, Uncle. You too. Send my love to Aunt.”
With a cheery farewell, the call ends. You take a deep breath and try to recall the last time you went home to the countryside for a short visit three years ago.
Your aunt’s fragrant chicken soup. Your uncle’s over-interest in your knowledge about a shoe brand he liked. Your cousin’s feeble attempts to get freebies from when you did a checkup on the child of the owner of a popular makeup brand. Laughter, togetherness, the feeling of finally having someone to come home to.
But there would be no internet, no socialising. No fine dining, no external staff for the cleaning and dirty work you didn’t like. No polished floors, air conditioning wherever you went.
It was a win-lose.
Yet the feeling of not going back irked you, an emotion you couldn't place.
Five minutes. Ten minutes as you considered your situation.
Three months to do whatever you liked.
After a power struggle with your mind, you sat up, inhaling deeply and then letting it go. A day trip. You could spare a day trip visiting your old home, before you came back to reality, where you should be, instead of reminiscing on memories long past.
You were going home, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine would have to wait.
You hate it here.
Your heels dig into the rough gravel as you step out of your car. A bad choice to wear Louboutins, you surmise, as you reach into the backseat for your bag.
You had decided to go to the beach, before maybe grabbing a bite at a cafe, taking some pictures in a weak attempt to relive your childhood memories, before the one-hour-fifteen-minute drive home. It wasn't as if you were here to visit anyone, you reasoned to yourself as you picked your way through the old country road you remembered all too well -- there was absolutely no need to stay any longer than you had to.
Besides, after the abrupt death of your parents in a car accident midway through your diploma, you had sworn to leave the moment you could, the memories of two people who would never return sitting heavily on you.
And that was what you had done, a mere two months after receiving a full university scholarship. You had left and never looked back since.
Nostalgia rushes through you as you find a less sandy and hot spot and sit down, careful not to get any sand into your precious heels. The beach is mostly empty, save for a few people swimming, surfing, or having a family day out. Your gaze goes out to sea, hugging your legs to yourself.
You silently hype yourself up. No more sad memories. You didn't have time for that. You would take this chance to wallow for a bit, and then you would look forward. Better things were coming for you.
A full thirty minutes pass before you feel yourself about to combust. You get up, wincing at the roughness of the sand on your hands. As a kid, you loved the beach. But it was different now. You were a grown-up, and grown-ups don't soak in self-pity. Or sand.
You struggle back on to solid land, deciding to get a quick coffee at a small cafe before leaving. As you approach a store with the large sign reading 'Hwang's Coffee Corner', you reach for the aged, wooden door and pull it open.
The cafe smells not of coffee, but of a soft, vanilla-like aroma from a scented candle nearby. A middle-aged woman sitting at the counter humming to trot music looks up. Your instincts, long honed by long rides on lifts and shopping trips, force an up-down look at her as she stands to welcome you. Thick, curly, and unstyled hair held back with a purple headband, too-pink lipstick, an old blue dress, worn-out sandals.
You force yourself to ignore the judgmental comment at the tip of your tongue and grit out a barely-there hello. The woman smiles, big and unrestricted, introduces herself as Ms Hwang, the owner, and asks for your order.
"Just a latte, please."
"Got that!" Ms Hwang chirps, and you cringe at how loud her voice is, ringing in the silence of the cafe.
You fish in your bag for your wallet, deciding to just get a takeaway cup instead, and you pull out your credit card.
Ms Hwang shakes her head, "We only take cash."
Your face burns as you look back up at the woman. "Um..sorry. I don't have cash on me."
Her eyebrows shoot up. "What?"
"I only have credit cards."
"Oh. Well, it won't be of much use. The card machine hasn't been working for a while anyway, we only take cash." Ms Hwang's tone is slightly dismissive, as she taps away on the cashier screen.
Your face drops. What place doesn't take credit cards now?
Turns out the question was said out loud and not in your head. Ms Hwang looks up, eyes slightly wide at the intrusive question.
"What are you trying to say?" Her voice isn't that of the friendly lady-next-door anymore and has a sharpness to it. You sigh in mild irritation and reply. "Forget it. I'll try to get cash first."
"No, you won't! Explain what you meant. Are you trying to say this store is outdated?" The woman seems to be getting agitated, and you really don't want to have a conflict in the middle of this god-forsaken town right now.
"No, I-"
"Oh, Wonwoo!" The angry owner suddenly exclaims to someone who just entered the cafe, the bell above the door announcing their arrival. "Help me over here! This lady thinks the cafe is outdated just because she doesn't have cash and can't pay!"
You roll your eyes and turn around, ready to defend your case to the next person who is clearly going to take her side after her accusation.
Everything you were going to say flies right out of the window when you see him.
Clean-cut, damp, dark brown hair, strong and defined eyebrows that are currently raised at the unfolding situation, and deep-set eyes. Dressed in a simple flannel outerwear with a T-shirt and jeans, glasses perched on his sharp nose bridge, he looks every bit like a local heartthrob. You subconsciously recall your outfit.
But this heartthrob is currently striding in behind the counter, next to Ms Hwang, and raising his eyebrows at you in mild disapproval.
"You really shouldn't have said that." His voice is deep and rich. You snap yourself back to the present moment, and begin to protest hotly. "I said nothing of the sort! I only hold cards in my wallet, and she said that cards wouldn't work since the machine was broken. And that's strange, isn't it? Every place takes cards now-"
"Strange?" The man- Wonwoo, you remember, interrupts, head tilting in curiousity as he surveys you. "Strange how?"
You huff impatiently. Seriously, does no one here know the wonders of credit card transactions?
"Go to any shop in the city. I'll bet you anything they take cards-"
"This isn't the city, miss," he shrugs. "Most stores here usually take cash. And you should probably be carrying cash around with you anyway."
You sigh, massaging your temples. "Look, this is getting more complicated than it has to be, alright? I'll get some cash first, and-"
"How do I know you're not a swindler?" Ms Hwang cuts in, narrowing her eyebrows.
You sigh. She's not easy, that much you've figured out. You didn't even get the coffee, and she's already making a big fuss.
"I can leave my bag with you while I'm at it." You shrug the handbag off your shoulder, wincing internally when your beloved Marc Jacobs lands on the aged wooden counter. Ms Hwang immediately descends upon it, glaring at you.
"All this for a coffee?" Wonwoo asks, bemused, as he runs his hands through his hair.
"I'm proving that I'm not a con job, mister." You glare at him. "I don't even need the coffee, forget it!"
He shrugs, half-amused by your outburst. "Okay then, Miss Not-Con-Job. Hope you get the cash."
The waves are large today, Wonwoo muses as he hoists his surfing board out to the water and mounts it, careful to tuck his glasses away. Before long, he's soaring and cruising, sea air hitting his face in a cooling spray.
Humming to himself, he gets to his feet easily on the board, and sways with the water's direction.
This is life, he sighs out in relief. As his gaze crosses the beach he loves so dearly, of the laughing children and fond parents, he catches sight of a woman. Sitting all alone, hugging her legs to herself as she gazes out at the very sea he's cruising through.
No one should look sad in a place as beautiful as this, he thinks. And while his view keeps on wandering across the villagers' familiar faces, across the infinite span of the sea, he finds that his eyes, too, keep going back to her.
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.
🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)
🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart
ch.01: cash (lack thereof)
masterlist. next.
writer's note: ookayy... i'm nervous 😭 it's my first written series sooo any feedback is welcomed!! thank you for reading 😙
top 3 kdramas i could watch over and over again
hometown cha cha cha is genuinely the highlight of my week!!!! i’m so insanely busy all week with ap classes and college applications but homcha feels like a release from that and just lets me be happy and enjoy the cute seaside romance
as new eps of hometown cha come out we can see why hyejin acts the way she does and says the things she says. the only reason she craves “materialistic” things is because she was poor, when you’re poor getting things like new shoes or clothes isn’t something that happens very often (at least not without worrying about tre price and debating the purchase) hyejin worked this hard fo finally have the freedom to not worry about money so i think she deserves to buy all the things she wants. also when she told dusik they weren’t on the same level or Whatever she said, being poor literally leaves a lasting impression on you hyejin literally can’t understand why dusik would work so hard to end up doing odd jobs like this. hyejin thinks being successful is having power & money because that’s what she was told/saw as a kid. anyway i’m just rambling i have so many thoughts about them.
ep 9 spoilers //
i really love how dusik told hyejin’s dad that they weren’t actually dating it feels like in kdramas they usually just leave that misunderstanding until everything blows up or they end up together
ALSOcan we talk about how dusik and hyejin even before confessing we’re super tactile w each other like they weren’t hesitant to touch each other esp when they were alone. like when they were “arguing” in the kitchen when dusik brought ji pd to his house and then again when they hugged after hyejin thought someone was following her. it just makes me so Ugh and the frequency of the touches increased as they started liking each other more and more. in ep 10 they touched so much and didn’t even think much of it.
wait back to the start of ep 10 dusik knew the passcode to hyejins house so that means that she didn’t change it after she moved in so it’s still his birthday
y’all this ep was so Found Family IM CRYING the way they pranked dusik and hyejin so bad 😭