"Not. A. Word."
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San POV:
He immediately did shut up. Thank God.
After 5 more minutes, we reached. I was hella exhausted.
Opening the door, I immediately fell on the couch and huffed. Wooyoung took off my jacket, which made me a bit sad. Sad at the fact that although he looked great in it, he took it off, just because it belonged to me.
"I'm going to sleep..." he murmured. I just stared at him with broad eyes. He was so off his natural self. It really concerned me.
"W-woo! Wait up...." I immediately got up to follow him. He ignored me. I frowned.
"Wooyoung!" I called. He still continues to shut the door, but before he could, I placed my hand on it and pushed it open, making Wooyoung stumble back.
He did not look at me.
"Hey... Are you okay?" I asked. No response.
Slowly going to going to him, I placed one of my hands on his shoulder. He stared right beside my head, stared at the couch where I just came from. He sighed but did not respond.
"Woo! I'm very worried about yo--!!"
I was suddenly slammed against a nearby wall by him. His hands placed on my chest as he pushed me hard. I groaned in pain.
"Don't. Fucking. Pity me!" he gritted through his teeth. I frowned in confusion.
"Get out..." he said lowly, moving away from me, but didn't break the eye contact. I just stared at him, not showing any emotions.
Pointing towards the door, he repeated.
"Wooyoung...." I said blankly. Stared at him.
"Something's wrong... I can tell jus by observing your face." I slowly started to approach him.
Shakily breathing, Wooyoung slightly moved away. Placing my right hand on his shoulder and the other hand on the side of his face, I slowly turned his face, closer to mine. He blinked a few times, perhaps from nervousness.
"Tell me." I said in a very soft voice, as much as possible.
"You're changed... It concerns me. I'm not pitying you." I clarified.
"S-stopp..." suddenly Wooyoung spoke up, his voice cracked.
"Stop it S-San... Stop being so n-nice to me..." he was crying...? I frowned.
"What did I do? Huh?! You don't have to be so nice to me! Not to someone who bullied you!" Wooyoung said, my heart clenched. I released a long breath.
"Wooyoung...it's okay... I know that, but I'm just being me... Being nice is my nature..." Wooyoung was now sitting on his bed. He sniffed hard. Slowly approaching him, I sat beside him.
This was my first time seeing him crying or being sensitive.
I really wanted just to hug him, for an eternity. I just wanted to love him so much, the love he deserved. What's happened in the past, is in the past, I mean bullying me. I really don't care about that now, not anymore. I have San with me to guide me through those things.
"I-I..." he hiccuped. "Don't know..." he continued.
I slowly placed my hand on one of his. Squeezed it softly, making Wooyoung glance at me. I too stared at him, with utter gentleness, care and sincerity.
"Let's be friends..." I said in a low tone.
Quickly withdrawing his hand, Wooyoung scoffed. He cracked a small laugh. I frowned at his such behaviour.
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