Vanilla |Woosan

overthinking

Wooyoung
Yeosang didn't lie when he told me that he'd stay longer in order to talk to me.
I thought maybe the male would've leave me alone in the art studio but apparently he didn't plan on doing that.

Sure, it wasn't nice to think like that. Yeosang war a good guy and I was a fool believing that San was my soulmate.

Even though I talked to Yeosang, I didn't focus at all. I just thought about San and what he was doing right now. I was afraid that he maybe saw other men or even women. I didn't know anything about him. I didn't even know, if he was also into women. Maybe he was-

"Wooyoung? Are you okay?" Yeosang interrupted my interior monologue. I looked at him surprisedly. "Yes..sorry. What were you talking about?" I replied, which I regretted immediately because it sounded more disrespectful than I actually wanted it to sound like.

"You're not even listening am I right?" He suddenly asked me. My eyes widened as soon as I heard the tone Yeosang used. The male was actually very calm and quiet but now he sounded rude and mad.

"S-Sorry there's a lot on my mind right now" I tried to explain to the male but he seemed to not care about my answer.

"Wooyoung, I am trying so hard to make you fall in love with me! Why can't you see the effort I am putting into this?! I tried to stay calm when you dumped me a few weeks ago but I can't do this anymore!" Yeosang raised his voice at me.

"W-Why are you talking to me like this?" I asked him with tears in my eyes. I wasn't able to handle my own emotions and Yeosang's emotions at the same time.

"I-I am sorry- I gotta go!" Yeosang suddenly said. His tone was calm again but he acted like he was in a rush. Without even saying anything else, Yeosang left the art studio, leaving me alone in the middle of the night.

My jaw dropped when I saw the male leaving the room. I couldn't believe that he just left me.

I knew that it was my fault that Yeosang felt these emotions but instead of talking to me about the situation, the male just left, leaving me even more confused.

For the first time in my life, I felt lonely. Very lonely. I knew that I could call Yunho. He was my best friend and he'd immediately take the next train to university but I actually didn't want that.

Tears rolled down my hot cheeks. I wasn't able to focus on my sculpture anymore. My mind was filled with only one name, one person. San.

"I need to call him" I mumbled to myself with even more tears in my already watery eyes.

For the first time in weeks, I called his number. It was actually the first time I called him since the drunk call at the club.

I wasn't sure, if he'd pick up but then...