I hate you. || woosan ||

||part. 4||

I'm so sorry it's taking so long 💔
I'm trying to take care of my family and preparing for the holidays ❤️
Now enjoy this definitely not predictable chapter

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Authors PoV:

There was a knock on the door.

Wooyoung swallowed.

"Wooyoung?" San asked through the door.

Wooyoung didn't know what to do. Jongho was just standing there looking at Wooyoung waiting for him to do or say something. But wooyoung just froze.

San hesitated a bit before he started talking
"I'm coming in."
San opened the door and looked around for Wooyoung. Instead of meeting eyes with his roommate he saw a very familiar face.

"San?" Jongho said while trying to figure out what San was doing in Wooyoungs dorm.

"What are you doing here?!" Wooyoung was surprised by Sans angry tone.

"Uh, do you guys know each other...?" Wooyoung said trying to figure out the situation while trying not to panic.

"Oh yes I fucking do. He is my brother." Jongho said with a cold tone. San started talking but wooyoung didn't hear him. From all the things that could possibly have happend this was far most the worst. Wooyoung had so many questions.

Wooyoung got pulled out of his train of thought when he heard the door slam. He stood up from his bed and ran towards the door but he was stopped by San standing in the hallway.

"Why was Jongho here?!" San said while he grabbed Wooyoungs shoulder.

"Can't I have friends?" Wooyoung replied while He did an attempt to remove San's hand from his shoulder. He failed. San's grip only got more firm.

"Not when it's him!" San looked wooyoung in his eyes. "He didn't tell you we are brothers, did he?" San suddenly asks in a serious tone.

"He didn't. But still! I won't stop being friends with Jongho. It's not my problem you have some weird rival brother relationship or something."

"That doesn't matter. But what does is that I never said it was okay to just invite people over." San said while stepping closer to Wooyoung

"This isn't only your dorm, and besides I can do what I want! You aren't my father!"

San chuckles as he puts his free hand under Wooyoungs chub and lifts it so the slightly smaller male looks him in the eyes.

"Aren't you being a bad boy again? You know what bad boys get." San said while bringing his face closer to Wooyoung's. Wooyoung could feel San's breath on his lips but this time he wasn't like yesterday. He was to mad at San to fall for his tricks.

"Fuck off!" Wooyoung said as he pushed San away. He wasn't having any of his bullshit now. Even though San is hard to resist, he had to. He didn't want to appear as some kind of toy or a push over. The last thing wooyoung wants is to make this year even more of a living hell.

San just stood there, watching Wooyoung stomp to his room and slam the door. He didn't think Wooyoung would just walk away. But there he went. San thinks he resembles a little kid. They also have tantrums and weird mood swings.
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15:36...

The time was going to slow for Wooyoung. He had only been in his room for 1 hour but it felt like and eternity. He just sat there on his bed. He couldn't get his mind off San. How could he say something like that in that situation!? That he even dared to do that. But somehow wooyoung found it enjoyable.