TRAITOR - woosan

6. shirtless

San (the party)

I look at Wooyoung and my sight stops on his shirt full of alcohol. How can I be so clumsy without even drinking? I just had one simple task, putting my sister's drink on the table and thanking Seonghwa for the party before leaving. And now I need to fix my mistake. Great.

It takes me a second to realize that it's really him, my old friend Jung Wooyoung. It's been a while... Since high school actually. He didn't change much but at the same time, he also feels like a complete stranger to me.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." I say while taking some tissue from the table to clean him.

I can sense that Wooyoung feels awkward about me being here, he avoids every one of my sights. 

I started to clean his shirt anyway as a way to apologize.

"It's fine, don't worry." Wooyoung simply answers while taking the tissues from my hands to do it himself.

Wooyoung speaks so indifferently to me as we've never been friends before. It's like he would've preferred to never see me again. What happened to him?

"I could've done it." I think to myself while watching Wooyoung cleaning himself. He then gives me a look, meaning I said my thoughts aloud. Oops.

Wooyoung sighs and gives me back some tissues to help clean him. I then hesitantly rub his shirt with a tissue while he looks straight at me. I try to ignore his dark eyes and realize his shirt still smells really bad.

"We should go to the bathroom and pour some water," I suggest to Wooyoung and he simply nods in agreement.

We go to the first bathroom we see, but it's locked. It seems like someone is vomiting in there so we decide to go to the next one.

Seonghwa's house is so huge, we could get lost easily in it. However, Wooyoung seems to know the place very well. He probably goes to those sorts of things every week.

I look at him from the side and notice he's wearing all black from head to toe. The Wooyoung I knew back in high school was always wearing bright colors and always had a smile on his face. I never saw Wooyoung with a serious face before, he was always happy around me. That's what I liked the most about him; it made me happy too. 

I remembered he changed schools in ten grade and I never saw him again. He actually didn't tell anyone about his transfer, including me. I thought we were best friends, but he never said goodbye. Maybe I did something wrong?

We finally enter the bathroom, and I clean his shirt with a wet towel. I didn't notice earlier but Wooyoung seems pretty drunk. Seeing him in the lights shows his red and blurry eyes. 

"How many drinks did you have?" I ask, looking at him from afar, awkwardly standing in the bathroom.

He looks around a bit confused and shrugs his shoulders.

I roll my eyes, obviously, he doesn't know. What did I expect? Wooyoung noticed my annoyance so he stole the wet towel from me. Here we go again.

Are we going to fight all night over who's going to clean his shirt? Because I'm not interested. 

I try to understand why he is acting like that, all weird. Wooyoung seems stressed to face me in such a small room. I don't know why. I observe his movement to clean his piece of clothing by himself and his anger grows each minute. At one point he just removes his shirt and throws it on the floor, furious.

"That's better." He groans.

I am now exposed to a Wooyoung drunk and shirtless leaning against the wall of the bathroom. The first thing that hits me is all the hickeys covering his collarbone. He closes his eyes avoiding my confused sigh, and breathes deeply. I decide to ignore the marks and focus on the situation. 

I can see him shivering, but I don't do anything about it. He will probably reject my help anyway if I offer him my jacket. So I just stay still in front of him looking at his abs to pass the time. He is not ugly to look at if I'm being honest. 

We pass a couple of minutes in silence. It just kills me to know what I did to him back then. It's probably just a misunderstanding.

"Wooyoung, are you mad at me?" I finally asked with sadness in my eyes.