TRAITOR - woosan

1. brutal

Wooyoung (before the party)

I slowly close the door behind me, hoping I am not waking him up as I leave. 

I can still feel my cheeks burning from what just happened.

"What the hell was that Wooyoung?" I whisper to myself. 

I look around to see if someone actually heard that, but there is no one in the corridor; I am all alone. 

Thank god.

The university residence is empty. Probably because it's Sunday. I could not be happier about it now, I don't want to be seen all sweaty, with messy hair, out of breath... (you get the portrait). 

I feel the coldness hitting my skin as I walk down the hallway toward my room. His room was warmer, actually, hotter. I don't know how I feel about what just happened but it was good, that is for sure. 

I finally reach the right door and knock to see if my roommate is in there to open me. Since I get no answer, I unlock it myself and enter.

The university residence has bigger rooms than this one, but since we are just the two of us, no need for more space.

I make my way to our private bathroom to clean up. I look at myself in the mirror and laugh. I look like a complete mess as if I went into a fight or something. 

Sex is demanding indeed.

Flashbacks of our time in bed a couple of minutes ago interfere with my mind. 

I try to wash my face and brush my teeth without thinking much about it. 

Should I shower too? Maybe I should.

As I was about to get rid of my clothes and jump into the warm water I hear my roommate entering.

"Fuck Wooyoung!" I hear him swearing behind the door.

I turn blank. 

Why is he mad? Did I do something wrong to him?

I try to think but the sound of his fist hitting the door keeps me away from that.

"Jung Wooyoung, come out now!" Yeosang shouts at me through the wall.

I rush myself out to see what this is all about. 

When I finally face Yeosang, I get scared by his facial expression. He looks like he is about to break the wall, literally.

"What is your fucking problem Wooyoung? Tell me!" He yells at my face while taking me by the collar.

Yeosang is really angry. I am so shocked that I don't stop him. I have never seen him like this before. 

Why is he coming at me like this? We are supposed to be friends.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I ask, frustrated by his attitude.

I try to push him away but Yeosang has been going to the gym lately, so he is not ready to let me go.

"What is wrong with you?" He asks like I am out of my mind. "You can not simply be satisfied by one man who loves you, no, no..." He says ironically. "You, Jung Wooyoung needs to sleep with every single man to be satisfied, am I right?"

I am livid.

I see a mix of anger and deception in Yeosang's eyes and it's how it hits me; he knows.

"I... You know I am not looking for a relationship, why are you still trying to convince me about it?" I spit close to his face. "I am a fuckboy and that's not going to change."

Yeosang finally lets go of my collar like he got the answer he wanted to hear. I step away to take a deep breath to calm myself down a bit.

"You're right..." He whispers almost to himself before looking back at me, straight into my eyes. "I forgot my best friend was such a hypocrite to let someone fall in love with him and break his heart in the worst way possible."

I look at my best friend to exchange a reconcilable sight or something but he is fixed on the floor. Avoiding every eye contact. 

I open my mouth and close it. I don't know what to say, I actually don't have an excuse for that. I know what I did today was wrong but it was the only way to end it.

But he is right, I am such a hypocrite.

I look at my hands, they're trembling. I feel like I am not only losing Yeosang right now, I am losing myself too.

What is wrong with me? Why did I have to screw this up?

Yeosang walks to the door without giving me a look.

"I'm gonna get some air." He finally says, probably not carrying about any of my excuses. "Don't wait for me to go to the party. I am not going." He concludes before smashing the door.