Oneshots | woosang

Tired of him

"You and San are a time bomb."

Everyone in the room had been silent until Yeosang dared to speak, all eyes went straight to him. The look on his angelic face was cold, scary.

"You guys together are real shit, the only thing you do is insult each other" he frowned, "Two pair of idiots."

"Shut your mouth, you have no clue what is going on" Wooyoung pointed out, "You are the least suited to speak."

"I am a person who cares about your mental and physical state, I have every fucking right to speak and have an opinion" the others just watched and listened, "You are killing yourself."

"Don't come to comment on my relationship, Yeosang."

"Relationship? What you two only have is a circle of yelling, fucking and hitting, that's not a relationship" he looked at the rest of his friends, "I'm surprised no one told you that your courtship is toxic."

"Yeosang, I warn you-"

"Don't say anything, I'll take my things and go."

He did so, he didn't say goodbye to anyone, he just walked to his car and drove what was once Wooyoung's home as well. He still remembered how the idiot came one day saying that he would move in with his boyfriend, he did not even listen to the opinion of his best friend, he only said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and only returned from time to time.

Yeosang never liked that relationship, San and Wooyoung were very similar, something dangerous. Yeosang feared for the safety of his friend, he thought that meeting San in that bar was the worst decision they ever made, Wooyoung just ended up blinded in a toxic relationship.

Although the brunette hated San that didn't mean he was the whole problem, Wooyoung was also an idiot and part of the toxic dynamic that they had. Yeosang was the spectator of several name-calling fights from both of them, several physical fights, and unfortunately he ran into both of them while they were fucking.

His sister said that he only hated his best friend's relationship with San because he never managed to confess, although it was true that he loved Wooyoung more than a friend, he never felt disgusted by the relationship they had before hell.

"I just want to rest, Soyeon, so don't even think about opening your stinky mouth" when he got to his apartment, he passed by his sister and went to his room, where he just fell to bed and slept.

Yeosang was awakened by the noise of his cell phone, it took a few seconds for him to answer the unexpected call.

"Mingi do you know what time it is? .... No, I'm not drunk .... Do you want to have breakfast? At eight in the morning? .... Well, I'll see you there. "

He barely got up to go to the shower, bathed, dressed and combed, he left the apartment, he drove to the restaurant where he would meet his friend. Before getting out of the car, he sighed, he knew why Mingi wanted to meet up.

"Do you want me to start talking or do we wait for food to be brought to us?" was the only thing Yeosang said, stealing the words from his friend, "How about we better put Jung Wooyoung aside."

"You're angry, I understand, but I think you shouldn't get into their fights" Mingi was nervous, he was the closest to Yeosang besides the black-haired, that's why the chestnut's cold gaze scared him, "I know you're worried but- "

"They will kill each other, that shit they have will kill them, you know I don't give a shit what happens to San but I'm sure they could both beat each other to death."

"Yeosang-"

"You know why I think and I always speak when those two argue, because I'm the only one with the balls to tell them in their faces how rotten they both are" he shook his head as he crossed his arms, "Wooyoung almost broke his nose."