To Be Loved... (BOOK 1)

A Possible Beginning

Wooyoung's POV

The night before

"Yeonjun!" Minho called out as he walked in.

"Yes." He still had that damn megaphone.

"Put that thing away before I break it."

"Yes, sir." He saluted, still talking into the megaphone.

"Can you show Wooyoung the bathroom upstairs and give him a towel if he wants to shower?"

"Aye aye, captain!"

San and I followed Yeonjun upstairs to the bathroom, then went into the hall closet to grab me a towel.

"I'll be in the guest room down the hall when you're ready." San said, then turned the other way while Yeonjun stayed. Once his door closed, I pulled Yeonjun into the bathroom with me.

"Dude, what the fuck is going on?" Yeonjun laughed in disbelief.

"I don't know, but I'm scared." Above all emotions, I was excited. I had no idea why he was being so nice to me since we had never really spoken before, but I'm not complaining.

"Just don't be weird."

"He already saw me crying and tripping over my own vomit, I think we're past that."

"Wooyoung." He gasped and covered his mouth. "That's so embarrassing."

"I know, now get out and let me shower." I shoved him out of the room and took the fastest yet thorough shower of a lifetime. But once I stepped out, I realized I didn't have any extra clothes. I looked in the mirror with the towel wrapped around my waist and felt pleased with the shape of my body. I reached under the sink and used the spare toothbrush to make sure any smell of vomit was eliminated.

Once I was all washed up, I left the bathroom and went down the hall to where San was. The only thing I had on were my boxers since I didn't have a clean shirt or pants with me unfortunately.

"Hey." I said quietly as I closed the door behind me.

"Hey." He was on his phone, not seeming to care that I was back.

"I didn't ask for new clothes so I guess I'm pretty much stuck like this for the night." That's what caught his attention. He stood up and took his own shirt off, then tossed it towards me.

"You can use my shirt." I slipped it on and tried not to smile as it went to my thighs.

"Thanks."

"No problem. You can keep it."

"No, no it's okay."

"I mean, you don't have to." He shrugged. "I just thought you looked good in it." Did Choi San really just compliment me? Is this really happening?

"You think I look good?" I blushed. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin.

"I've always thought you looked good." I felt like he was trying to seduce me and I was enjoying every second of it. Whether this is drunk actions or not, I'll take what I can get. I know what I'm up against right now. I'm not special. I'm just another hook up to him, but that's fine. At least I can say I did it.

"Always?" My voice practically went up an entire octave because of my nerves. Luckily I could tell there was still some alcohol in my system so I wasn't completely in control of myself. Otherwise I wouldn't be in this situation at all.

"Yeah. You caught my eye a while ago." He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me close to his chest. My heart was beating so fast, I couldn't process what was even happening. I've rehearsed this so many times in my head, but I never really thought I had much of a chance. "I thought you were so fucking hot." He slid his hand further down and grabbed my ass tightly.