𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐀 | 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧

8

tw! panic attack
wooyoung

"hi baby." i was laying on my bed as i heard the familiar voice arriving to my room.

i looked up from my phone and smiled when jaesung plopped down next to me and pecked my cheek. "hey."

"you look good." my boyfriend complimented and a confident smile appeared on my face.

"i always do."

"true." he said smirking a bit. "hey, where were you the whole day?" there it is.

shit. i thought about my answer for a while. would he get pissed knowing i was with san? but i had to tell him, otherwise he'd find out somewhere else and get angry that i kept things from him. why was i stressing i hadn't done anything wrong?? "i- well i was with san and-"

"san?? the whole day??" he sat up once he heard his best friends name, not letting me finish what i was saying.

"is there a problem?" i raised my eyebrow, not liking his reaction.

he stayed quiet for a moment, not coming up with any good reason to be annoyed. "i guess not but.. since when have you two been actual friends?

"i don't know..? since yesterday i guess."

jaesung nodded and didn't speak about it afterwards. it was obvious he didn't like it, but i hoped he wouldn't be so negative about it in the future. san was my friend now. and it was jaesung's own idea for me to get to know him after all.

after watching a couple of dumb tiktoks, chatting a bit this and that, he captured my lips in for a kiss, a passionate one. i kissed back of course but he seemed needy, and i definitely was not in the mood. he hovered over me, his cold hand sliding under my hoodie. that's when i pulled away and stopped him.

"not now.. i'm tired." i said sitting up and fixing my hair, i did hear him sigh which i didn't know if it made me upset or made me wanna roll my eyes at him. "are you pissed?"

"no baby, of course not. let's get ready for bed." he pecked my hoodie-covered shoulder, before going to shower.

~

we were sitting in the cafeteria again during lunch break, all nine of us at the same table. it was becoming a habit for san and his friends to come sit at our usual table, number 8, with us and i wasn't complaining.

choi san was sitting on the other side of the table, so he had a straight visual contact to me and, us. we exchanged glances the whole time because for some reason, he was staring.

jaesung was holding my waist the entire time, or somehow touching me. every now and then his grip tightened or his hand wandered all over me. especially when i talked to san and laughed with him. that's when i realized, he indeed was jealous and i was so fed up with it already.

suddenly i didn't feel comfotable under his touch, i didn't want his hands on me anymore. i felt anxious. the posessive way he held me, touched me and caressed my body made me want to run away. i locked eyes with this one person, wishing he could read my thoughts and magically get me out of there. san definitely understood something was wrong because his expression changed instantly, trying to find an answer from my eyes.