Forbidden Love [Woosan Short-Story]

04-Keep your promise

CHAPTER FOUR

Breaking away, Wooyoung pushed me aside and turned his back to me, head tilted to the ground, hair covering his eyes, hands shoved in his pockets.

"You're not suppose to like me" he whispered.

"But I do. Is that wrong?"

Snapping his body around, anger and frustration was clear across his face, "Yes!"

"Why?" confusion overcoming my face.

He shook his head, "l just, l just can't alright? This was suppose to be just a transaction, we meet, have sex, and boom, back to our original lives."

"That's all that was suppose to happen, not this," he breathed out.

"Well that's too bad! I can't get you out of my head. Ever since yesterday all l've been thinking about is you. I don't know why I do but I like you and for some odd reason you make me all flustered and crazy about you. It's only been one day since I met you and I can't get over the fact that you make me feel like this."

"Then tell yourself not too!" he shouted.

"I can't just make my feelings for you go away!" l yelled back. "You're just so mysterious that it makes me want to know you more.."

"If I knew this was going to happen I wouldn't have gone to you in the first place," he spat.

Shaking my head I was confused, "Tell me why we can't even try.."

"I have my reasons. It's not you it's just personal.!"

"Don't tell me you have some STD." I said
worriedly.

He scoffed, "I was a virgin, how would I have an STD," he said throwing his hands in the air.

"I'm just saying" I quickly said, putting my hands up in surrender.

"Just leave me alone," he said nonchalantly.

"I can't do that.."

"San, I'm begging you it'll be better for the both of us, better for you" he said with sad eyes.

What was with this guy. Why did he always look sad and exhausted.

"And I'm begging you to give me a chance," I said, brows knitted together pleadingly.

"No," he said firmly.

"San." he said my name irritated.

"I'm not going to stop bothering you about this," I stated matter of factly, crossing my arms and puffing out my chest.

"Oh my God," he groaned running a hand down his face.

"If you want me to stop all you have to do is go out with me."

"So you're going to force me."

"I'm not forcing, well kind of but that's not the point.. really want to give us a try."

His brows furrowed and lips set in a thin line. Sighing, he ran a hand through his blond hair, ruffling it up messily, "If you really want to do this promise me one thing.."

I nodded, "Anything"

"Don't love me."

"Don't love you? I don't get it.."

"What ever you do, please don't fall in love with me."

I chuckled, "I can't promise you that."

"But you did!" he snapped. "

"Do not and I repeated do not love me. Some things are better left alone. You should've left me alone" he whispered.

Narrowing my eyes at him I thought back to his words, "Don't love me. Some things are better left alone." What the hell does that even mean?