Catch Me (P.Sh) [Sequel]

Hurt Me, Hurt You (2)

As I quietly entered the dorm I was immediately offered a late night snack by Jake who just grinned widely while Heeseung had his bowl of ramen extended towards me. Niki on the other hand just sat with them while frowning at me.

"Can I help you Niki?" I questioned in amusement and Niki's frown just grew deeper.

"Is Sunghoon hyung okay?" he questioned making Heeseung and Jake look at him in confusion, "he didn't seem happy when he came home, and I thought he would stay at the company with you."

"Don't worry about it Niki... I got this under control," I assured him with a soft smile, "it's nothing. Is he in the bedroom?"

"Mhm," Niki immediately nodded his head.

I smiled softly as I walked over to him and patted his head softly before hugging him over his shoulders.

"Don't worry too much about us. It's our job to take care of you, right?" I softly reminded him and he quietly nodded at me.

"But who is gonna take care of me if you all suddenly get depressed?" Niki questioned making me let out a small laugh and ruffle his hair.

"Bisco of course," I replied and Niki simply rolled his eyes at me before I smiled widely and left the kitchen.

I quietly let my smile fade again as I carefully walked down to the bedroom. I only opened the door and peeked my head in, immediately seeing the back of Sunghoon's head laying on the pillow in his bed.

"I don't wanna talk," he immediately spoke.

"You knew it was me," I commented and he just hummed.

"The scent gives you away," he grumbled making me sigh as I closed the door and walked over and threw my things on my bed.

"Well you have no choice but to at least hear me talk," I decided for him before crawling up into his back and sitting down behind him, "so you're gonna hear me out."

"I don't want to," he murmured and pulled his duvet tighter around.

"Hey..." I complained at him and pulled on his shoulder, "do you remember the last time we were on bad terms?" I questioned him and he just hummed in a grumpy manner, "I don't want to end like  that again where it just gradually gets worse until one of us regret everything. So I want to talk about this now before things turn bad between us."

"Mhm," Sunghoon just hummed, "then talk."

I let out a small huff at his stubborn state before I sucked in a deep breath and just looked straight ahead of myself.

"You know I always praise you for how hard you work, and I really don't know why I said why I said, there's no way I can justify it," I sighed, "I know you work hard and I know what I said was mean and selfish and what not... I'm sorry I snapped at you and I'm sorry for everything I said and for all the hurt I brought on you with my words. It wasn't my intention and I don't know what happened. I can't explain all of the things that left my mouth, just know... I love you and I'll be better at controlling it from now on. I'll do everything I can to not snap at you like that again."

"I just wish you weren't such a perfectionist. It always makes you snappy," Sunghoon murmured making me hum as I pressed the palm of my hand into my eyes to stop any possible tears, while my other hand slumped over Sunghoon's waist, just softly resting on his stomach.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "It's just what I've been used to."

"We aren't that evil place," Sunghoon reminded and I quietly hummed at him, "we don't want you to be perfect, we want you to be you."

"I'm sorry Sunghoon, I really am," I breathed out before feeling his hand lay itself on top of the hand I rested on his stomach.

"You know what actually hurt the most?" he questioned making me hesitate a bit before answering.

"That I accused you of not working hard?" I questioned and he quietly shook his head not looking away from the wall in front of him.

"It was how low your confidence was," he muttered, "you really don't think you have a pretty symmetrical face? Or that people don't love and support you? You really don't think people will just praise you for your hard work?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered once again.

"Stop apologizing, I'm not scolding you," he sighed, "I'm just worried for you."

"I know," I whispered.

"Now come down here," he sighed and pulled on my wrist so he could lift me over to lay in front of him, "let me show you how much I love you," he sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around me and throwing one leg over my hips, as if he was some overgrown koala.

"Sunghoon what in the world-" I let out a small laugh before I could feel small vibrations come from him too, signalling he found it funny as well.

"What? I love you," he whispered before lifting his head and pressing a kiss to my cheek, "isn't this what people do when they're in love?"

"This is almost how Niki hugs Sunoo in his sleep," I let out a laugh and Sunghoon just shook his head while he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

"No it's not, this is different," he excused and I let out another small laugh, "because I'm Park Sunghoon and you're Yang Hana... so this is different. Completely different, not at all the same."

"Ah you're such a weirdo sometimes," I let out a small sigh and softly patted his head, to which he just hummed, "my loveable weirdo, who I promise to never snap at again. Because I love my weirdo too much."

"Damn right I am your weirdo."