[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

45

NOT EDITED!
✨✨Hey y'all,,
I don't have Internet at home because something is wrong with the place we get it from. It's slightly infuriating because I have courses I have to do online as well as my job.
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So sorry for the late update. The reason I also couldn't publish on my phone even though I have data is because I WRITE ON A LAPTOP. It's an older laptop which it's quite hard and confusing to connect to personal hotspots. I'm currently at a library right now.
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Also the comments I've been receiving from you guys are making me actually question if I should change the ending of this book,, I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you all if that actually happened after I'm done writing it.
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Last thing;; there will be only singular updates from this point on. ✨✨
~AU👁👄👁

     I cried, holding my hand to my face. I use the back of my hand wiping the tears that managed to fall. I didn't want to believe that Jeonghan lied. Lied about ever liking me, but the proof right before my eyes was enough for. He liked Yeonhee. Everyone likes Yeonhee. Slight part of me hoped he'd come chase me out, follow me down for the parking lot. He never came. I sat there for 15 minutes, waiting to see if panting while calling out for me. I'm desperate, aren't I? I'm foolish, I'm stupid and I'm angry.

     I place the car eyes in the ignition, at the same time pressing a few buttons on my phone, calling the caller ID. "Come get your damn key. I'm done with it."

     Wonwoo could instantly tell something was wrong from the tone of my voice. His breath hitched through the phone. I could tell he wanted to ask me questions, but he held back. I sniffled my nose, not wanting to let the snot run down. "...what happened?"

     I laugh, shaking my head. I didn't want to answer. I pulled up to a red light. Letting my teeth dig into the inside of my mouth. I shouldn't make things worse. In the end, Jeonghan and I were never together. It was wrong of me to even assume that he would even like me after all this shit. "Nothing. Just come get your key."

     Wonwoo ticked his tongue through the phone, not believing an ounce of my lie. Was I that obvious? Why does it matter to him anyway? Wonwoo continued to pester me about it, begging me to answer. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, distracting me slightly. "Why does it matter? If you're curious, go beg Jeonghan! I'm fed up with all of you, leave me alo—"

     My words were cut off my the sudden force of my car being ramped into. I let out a scream, my airbag shooting up and flying in my face as I groaned, holding my aching forehead as my body feeling immediately tense and sore on my side. I placed my hand to my aching forehead, my hears ringing slightly. I can hear people yelling over the ringing but I couldn't make out the words. I curse, pulling my hand away from my forehead noticing a trail of blood against my forehead. I glance around for my phone, looking at the device that laid by my feet. Slowly the ringing faded and I could hear loud yelling from inside the phone. I groan, opening the car door stepping out. My body sore as I looked around. Two cars that were smashed badly as people carried two unconscious people out of the vehicles. A stranger runs up to me, asking if I was alright and I just hesitantly nodded my head, grabbing my phone in the car. I placed the phone to my head, groaning at the loud yelling through the phone. "I'm fine..."

     "Where are you!" Wonwoo yelled urgently, I can hear the worry and fear in his voice. I sigh, pulling the phone from my ear turning to a stranger. I ask them for the street and repeated it to him. "I'm coming, stay on this call."

     "Wonwoo, I'm fine—"

     "Ma'am, you're bleeding!" A stranger beside me yelled, turning around and calling for someone. She waved her hand in the air, hinting at the other stranger to come.

     I shook my hand in the hair, hinting at them that it wasn't needed. I can hear Wonwoo scream through the phone once again voice filled with worry. The man inspected the cut on my forehead, ticking his tongue while nodding his head. "Yeah, you're going to need stitches. We can drive you to the hospital if you need.

     "Stitches?!" Wonwoo yelled through the phone, I'm sure the couple could hear him. Embarrassment filling every bone in my body, I debate with myself if I should end the call. I'm guessing Wonwoo somehow knew that I wanted too, because he then spoke up once again s "Don't end this call, Y/N! I'm serious! I'm like a minute away."

     "Wonwoo, I'm going to go—" I say, trying to pull the phone away from my ear, pressing the red button on my phone screen. I push my phone into my pocket, looking up at the strangers, it was an older couple, I knew they weren't going to be any harm, so I smiled towards them. "If you're still willing to drive me, I'd appreciate it."

     "Are you sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind?" My eyebrows furrowed, the corner of my lips turning up with a smile of confusion. I finally understood what they were talking about. I let out a little chuckle shaking my head.

     "He's not my boyfriend. I barely even know him—" I was interrupted by the screeching of car tires. I spin my head around, eyes glaring at the man who repeatedly called out my name. What's with them and and their friend group? I rolled my eyes facing back towards the couple. "Never mind... I don't think I'll be needing that ride."

     Wonwoo jogged up towards me, looking at the large gash on the forehead. Wonwoo cursed, his face contorting in a look of anger. The couple smiled and walked away. I can already hear their thoughts, it pissed me off. "Let's go. I'm driving you to the hospital." I decided not to argue with this on him. I was in no state to drive, and my car was in no state to move. "Jeonghans gonna kill me—"

     I pulled the passenger door open, sitting myself in the car. I leaned my arm against the window with my head against my palm. A major migraine erupting in my head. Jeonghan wasn't going to kill him. It wasn't Wonwoos fault, and secondly, Jeonghan just doesn't care. He and I were never in a relationship, I realized that too soon. The sexual tension was strong, I understood that... but Jeonghan and I never had a title as to what we were. All I know is we're both cheaters.

     When we pulled up to a red light, I can feel Wonwoo shift in his spot, leaning more into the windshield to get a closer look at the cut. He let out a heavy sigh, pulling the glove compartment down and handing me and handkerchief. "Wipe the blood on your face. It might get in your eye."

     "Why do you care?" I turned towards him. I shouldn't have been venting my anger out on him, but he was the only option I had right now. My anger blinded me from this fact. Wonwoo gulped, shaking his head.

     "I don't know. But you have a way of making people worry about you."