Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

Old Years, New Years

Wooyoung's POV:

"How are you still stressed?" Jisung patted my back and took a seat next to me at the bar.

We've talked quite a bit ever since I came to his dorm and told him about Minho's disappearance. It's nice to chat with another high anxiety celebrity sometimes because they get it; somehow that person is Han Jisung.

"I wish I knew." I shook my head, taking a straight shot of vodka. No, I have not picked up drinking nor will I ever. But it's a holiday, it's what you're supposed to do.

"Where's San?"

"With Changbin and Felix. You didn't try to bring Minho?"

He shrugged. "I wanted to, but he hates people."

"Has he dropped the act yet?" I still don't believe for a split second that Minho is magically healed. That's not how this shit works unless he went to see god damn monks in the mountains.

"No, but he finally told me what helped him."

"Oh?"

"Judo."

"Now that makes sense to me." I smiled, feeling like that was a more than suitable answer.

"He just learned how to channel his anger into more controlled violence."

"Does he still do it?"

"Now he does boxing with Yeosang and San. He pays some of your bills." Jisung jokingly said. "He says Yeosang is strong but too afraid to hurt him, but San doesn't give a shit."

"I wanna watch." Imagine a match between Minho and San. I'd pay a shit ton of money for that.

"Maybe on a day off, we can go."

From there on, Jisung and I went back and forth having shots together. We never really got to do this in high school since we didn't like each other too much. Years later, that somehow shocks me.

"Are you guys doing okay? How's he handling your schedule and all that? You literally jumped back into it that night."

"What can I say?" He shrugged, visibly drunk with his goofy smile and raspy voice. "He's Lee Know, he can handle anything."

"Meaning you guys are good?" I smiled, happy for him.

He nodded. "Dating someone who eases my stress rather than brings it is a dream. Makes life so much easier. He doesn't treat me any differently and that's what I want. I love him to death." Jisung took another shot and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Tell Hyunjin and Felix to get some god damn jobs, this isn't normal. They don't need to leave, just tell them to do something with their lives so you can stop worrying all the time. Woo, if I'm not worrying about Minho, you shouldn't be worrying about Hyunjin."

"I don't know how to stop." I whined, feeling dizzy.

"Can I ask you a crazy question that I've been dying to know since high school?" He slurred his words, attempting to be serious.

"I'm scared, but go ahead."

"I promise, it'll stay between us. But did you or do you have secret feelings for Hyunjin? I mean, it would definitely make sense since you stress about him more than anyone."

I felt like I was going to throw up.

The short answer is no.

"Mom, I don't know what to do." I was having a panic attack, storming into the house after getting off the school bus.

"Wooyoungie, what's wrong?" She panicked, rushing to me at the front door. I couldn't walk any further than that.

"I like Hyunjin."