TRAITOR - woosan

7. jealousy, jealousy

Wooyoung (the party)

"Wooyoung, are you mad at me?"

I'm leaning against the cold wall of the bathroom unable to look at San in the eyes. Too scared he would be able to read my mind. I hate being vulnerable but here I was; stuck with him in a small bathroom drunk and shirtless. Why did I take that shirt off anyway? It's really cold in here. 

I hear him sigh at my lack of answer and it makes me open my eyes. I glance at San's jacket imagining what it would look like on me. Though it sure looks better on him with his ripped black skinny jeans, his dark hair, his white shirt... Oh, shoot. San catches me staring at him but he doesn't flinch; he even seems somehow flattered.

I close my eyes again to control my embarrassment. I honestly feel insecure being around San, I can't help it. He is still the perfect son every parent would want to have; a pretty face, good grades, and probably a beautiful girlfriend to finish the portrait. The opposite of me.

Wooyoung, are you mad at me? Wooyoung, are you mad at me? Wooyoung, are you mad at me?

San's words keep running into my mind like a broken record. Am I mad at him? I don't know, not exactly at him. At least not directly.

"Tell me Wooyoung," San whispers. "I'm sorry if I did something to you," he continues while getting closer to me.

"You didn't" I let escape to stop him from approaching me.

Don't get closer, please. Please. 

San stops; almost reading my mind. He just got close enough so I could feel his breath against my exposed skin. His warm regular breathing makes me shiver each time it hits me.

I open my eyes and meet worried ones. Does he really care about me? Even after all these years...

"I just-... just had a rough night," I finally whisper without breaking the staring contest.

I could not tell him the truth because I could not accept it myself, so how could he? Besides, I am not in the best condition to express my heart; I feel tired and overwhelmed by all this. We just re-meet and it has been already too much emotion for the day.

"I know you probably don't trust me, but I trusted my old friend Jung Wooyoung. Maybe you can do the same for me," San confesses with a shy smile.

I move to the side a bit to escape his ensorcelling warm breath on my neck. 

San is wrong we both changed, he changed, I changed and I don't feel comfortable exposing my-

"San?" A girl's voice comes from outside the bathroom surprising both of us.

San is livid; he seems to recognize the girl's voice. He looks around a bit panicked and gives me his jacket before moving to the opposite side of the room where the door is. Letting me feel cold again.

"Wear it," San says while giving me a last look, staring a little longer at my exposed self.

I see you Choi San.

"I look better without," I smirk smoothly at his sudden panic but take his jacket anyway.

"I don't care, just cover yourself." He spits rolling his eyes.

I put his jacket on without arguing, humming San's sent. Why does he have to smell so good?

San gives me a last look to see if I actually listen to him and open slightly the door for the new coming.

"San! What are you doing in there? I heard from Seonghwa you were still here," the girl continues speaking to San.

"I-..." San starts while playing with his hair nervously.

From my spot, I couldn't see the girl but I could clearly hear her, hear both of them. San's body blocks the whole entrance of the bathroom on purpose; he is hiding me from the girl. But why? We're not doing anything illegal. 

"I just went to the bathroom before going home baby, don't worry," San assures her without moving out of the room.

Baby. Why do I have this sudden feeling of throwing up? 

Obviously, San has a girlfriend. What did I expect?

"Are you with someone," she asks more harshly this time (probably hearing me moving to the other side of the room where the toilet is).

Her voice... 

I know who she is. She is the girl who ruined my life. 

I can't believe it, after all this time... He was still having sex with her?

I rush myself to the toilet bowl to let everything out, excluding my jealousy. San turns his head toward me worried while Liza pushes him to the side to see what is going on.

"Wooyoung?!" She yells in surprise after seeing me in such a glorious position.

I stopped looking at them and focused on getting rid of all these drinks, hurting my throat and my pride a little.

"San, what is this all about?" The annoying girlfriend asks.

I missed you too Liza, thank you for asking how I was doing; I thought sarcastically.

"I can explain," San starts calmly. "Wooyoung wasn't feeling well, I just brought him here and-"

"You could have just told me that." She cuts him off, bitterness.

"I know but since you and Wooyoung are not such on good terms I-..." San sighs in the middle of his sentence. "I'm sorry, I should've just told you," he concludes before hugging her like I was not even there, puking.

I flushed the toilet after I was done. Still more disgusted by the couple behind me than my vomit. I then lay on the floor, not having the strength to stand up.

"I'll take care of him, baby," San concludes before kissing his girlfriend goodbye.

I look at San in disbelief. He is telling his girlfriend to leave him to carry a sick man. Why is he so kind to me still?

"Fine, I'll see you tomorrow then," Liza answers before giving me a last killer stare, and taking the door.

I sigh, thankful she is finally gone. I can't stand her after what she did to get what she wanted: San. It's weird though she left her boyfriend alone with me knowing I can tell him the truth now that she's gone. She probably thinks San wouldn't care about me after all. Maybe she is right...

"Why are you taking care of me?" I ask slowly still fixing the floor.

"I don't know, I just feel you would've done the same for me," San admits while stretching out his hand to reach me.