Fire on fire (woosan)

Chapter 12

So I did some planning for this book and I realized it's kinda long so I'm gonna try to update like daily? I don't know if it's possible but I have to try😅

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"Wooyoung-ah, wake up."

Why is everyone waking me up? Let me sleep for fuck's sake. I snuggled closer to my pillow and it laughed—laughed? My eyes shot open and I realised it wasn't a pillow. Everything rushed back like I was watching a film.

Kissing Keeho.
Smoking for the first time.
The fight between San and Chan.
San carrying me.
Sleeping with San.

I pushed myself back and fell on the floor, on my ass. What was I thinking? He clearly despises me and told me to never touch him again and here I am cuddling with him?

"I'm sorry that I slept on your bed and I touched you. I'm really sorry it won't happen again I promise."

I felt my eyes sting with tears and I bit my bottom lip to prevent my tears from falling. I'm such a fool, the last time he was utterly disgusted who knows what he will do now? I looked up when he kept silent. He was looking at me like a baby whose candy was taken from.

"I u-understand you want nothing to do with me and I-I crossed my limits. I'm really sorry that I couldn't control myself yesterday a-and inconvenienced you."

The stupid tears decided to cascade down like a river. I must look really pathetic right now. When will I learn? He got up and came towards me. On instinct, I moved back and he stopped.

"Baby doll… why…I won't do anything to you and you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the who should be apologizing because I'm the one who dragged you here and made you sleep with me. So please don't…don't move away from me, I don't like it."

He advanced towards me once again and I stayed still. I was still processing his words. Surely I must be hearing things right? I looked up in surprise when I felt his hands cup my face and he had the softest look in his eyes. It was the first time I saw a different emotion from him other than irritation and anger.

"I don't want you to move away from me. Please…I nee—want you to stay. P-please baby doll. Hmm?"

I've never heard San stutter and sound so vulnerable before. His voice had a hint of desperation and sadness. I'm clearly imagining things or hallucinating because there's no way San is touching me out of his own free will. And the nick name? It can't be. So I did what I do best when I feel overwhelmed, I ran. I got up and sprinted towards the door, both my mind and feet in sync. Yeosang. I didn't look back, Yeosang. I'm sure whoever saw me running thought I was crazy but I didn't care, Yeosang. I couldn't bring myself to knock, I barged in like a lunatic. Maybe I was one.

"Jagiya—"

I threw my self at Yeosang, sending the both of us flying onto the bed. My sobs were the only audible sound in the room and I couldn't care less. I was with Yeosang, his calm heartbeat soothing my worries. As though it was  singing me a lullaby, it sounded like everything was going to be okay. Like the angel he is, he never uttered a word but embraced me like I was the most precious thing to him. I cried for what felt like hours I was starting to feel dizzy.

"It's okay Young-ah. Tell me what happened bubba."

"I slept with San—not like that, just sleeping and when I woke up I was hugging him. The last time that happened he…he doesn't want me to touch him remember? So I panicked, he's probably cursing me right now."

"Young-ah…do you think he really hates you that much? Then why would he fight Chan for you? Which we still have to talk about you idiot—I know if I hated someone I wouldn't spare them a glance at all. I think you're reading everything wrong."