Vanilla |Woosan

cold

Wooyoung
"Make it sound convincing at least" San suddenly replied. My jaw dropped again, listening to his cold voice. My heart shattered into pieces as soon as the male let go of my hand.

My hand started to get cold again, the palm feeling empty.

"San, please don't get me wrong. I like you. That's all I know. But Yeosang won't leave me alone. He puts so much pressure on me" I said grabbing his hand again.

"Why don't you tell me? I'll kill that guy. He has no right to put this much pressure on you! And he has also no right to push you into loving him!" San's voice got a little bit louder as he thought about the situation.

"And you have no right to be mad at him because we're not in a relationship" I countered. San's gaze got soft again. I probably hit his soft spot by saying these words.

"But I am in love with you"

I let go of his hand whereas San didn't do anything. The silence in the room was loud. Actually, the silence was too loud. The room was filled with my heart beat that was faster than usual.

"W-What?" I managed to ask even though I heard what he just said.

"Wooyoung, I mean it. In the past weeks I fell in love with you. And actually I am a possessive man. Every time I fall in love with someone, I want to take over control. And this time it's even worse" he explained to me.

My heart started to melt again.

I was glad that he finally opened up to me and talked about his feelings. It was nice to hear these meaningful words from him even though I wasn't prepared at all.

"You know that I feel the same but still you should stop saying these things when it comes to Yeosang. I'll handle this myself" I replied whereas the male nodded, showing me that he understood what my concern was.

"I'll try my best" he mumbled and took my hand again just to look at it. My hands were tiny and pale but aesthetically pleasing. San looked at them for a moment and then looked me into my eyes again.

"It's very late. Shall I drive you home now?" he asked me politely whereupon I just stayed quiet.

Inside I was still anxious about the conversation San wanted to have with my father. There was no way that this conversation would turn out good.

I just didn't believe that my impulsive father would San get away with the idea of a conversation between adults.

My anxiety rose even more when San wanted to get up in order to drive me home. "You look pale, what's wrong?" San suddenly asked me after looking at my pale face.

I got up too. "I am anxious San. I know my father too well and I just don't believe that this will turn out good" I replied being completely honest to him.

San sighted loudly. "It's worth a try. You're worth anything" he said with a soft smile one his face.

After hearing his sweet words, I hugged him one last time before leaving the art studio with him.