Best Served Cold

Chapter 27

A/N : early update because I'm busy tmr
Also, would anyone be interested in commissioning short stories from me?

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Was he angry?

Not really.

Was he upset?

He couldn't tell at this point.

Wooyoung sat on his bed, looking at his phone which San had returned after finding out about the video and deleting it. San didn't even scold him or told him off. He just deleted the video and dropped him home quietly. He knew he probably made San disappointed in him and he expected that much but the silence was more unnerving than he had expected. He didn't know this before but San's eyes looked really scary when he was mad. He usually loved how sharp his eyes looked but when he was angry or seething, Wooyoung didn't even know where to look. He hugged his legs, unsure what was going to become of him now. He didn't send the video and he couldn't have taken another one to send since it was already late and San would have deleted it too.

He was probably more scared of what was going to happen now that San had deleted the video.

He chewed nervously on his nail, not something he did often but he felt too nervous, wondering if S would show up in his home since San wasn't around. He had placed the chair at the door again and even locked the windows. He couldn't sleep and frankly, didn't know if he wanted to. He groaned and laid down after placing his phone on his side drawer.

He knew he was fucked. He just knew it.

Fuck.

"Ugh... Fucking fuck. Fuck," he cursed out since he could barely hear his own thoughts anymore, shaken up by his fear and nerves. "Fuck...what do I do..."

He couldn't even talk to anyone about this. He didn't even feel like he could face San right now but he wanted to apologize but he also didn't want to. He groaned and tried to sleep but couldn't either. It was suffering and Wooyoung told himself over and over again that suicide was not the option he needed right now. He still had so much he wanted to live for. So much he wanted to do. He didn't want to give up on life. Not after he already suffered so much to get here in the first place. It was unfair and he hated it.

In the end, he couldn't sleep and ended up going to the bakery with dead eyes. Yeosang jumped when he saw his friend and made a warm cup of coffee for him.

"Didn't sleep last night?"

"Hnnn...Thanks." He sipped the coffee, finally feeling a little more relaxed before helping out in the kitchen.

"Do I want to know what happened?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Alright."

"I-I don't mean that I don't want to tell you but I just fig-"

"Wooyoung, it's okay," Yeosang said gently and he couldn't help the sniffles.

"I just don't want to be a bad friend or bad boyfriend...Why am I such a horrible person," Wooyoung whimpered and Yeosang sighed, putting down the sugar in his hands to give his friend a hug.

"Good that you know that."

"Fuck off," he said with little to no energy. Yeosang pinched his cheek and shook his head.

"I know everything is probably horrible for you now but surely, surely it'll all end. I mean, we still have our bakery. Our two hands. Our customers. You said before that nothing else would matter before our bakery until we make it big."

"I did, didn't I..."

"So stick to it. I'm still here too. I'll make sure the bakery is still up and running if you ever need a break."