Unconditionally (BOOK 3)

Old Self

Wooyoung's POV:

"Sannie!" I ran through the front door with the biggest smile on my face. I couldn't wait to tell him about my day. "Choi San!" No answer. I walked upstairs and thankfully heard the shower so I knew he was in the bathroom. When I opened the door, I gasped at the sight. "How could you do this to me?"

"Baby, I'm sorry." He panicked, immediately shutting the water off.

"No." I shook my head. "You know I've been having a hard time and this is what you do?"

"Wooyoung, it's been really hard to keep up with."

"So?"

"Come in here with me."

"No, absolutely not." I shook my head, refusing to go near him.

"Baby, please." He whined.

"Don't 'baby' me, are you serious?"

"I had to dye my hair back to black eventually, come on now."

"No, you come on now." I sassed, putting my hands on my hips. "I can't believe you."

San sighed and turned the water back on, continuing his shower as if he didn't just break my heart into a million pieces.

"I'm sorry." That was the worst apology I've ever heard. Not an ounce of sincerity in his voice whatsoever. "Now get in here."

"Fine." I scoffed, completely undressing myself and got in the shower with him.

"Are you just going to pout the whole time?"

"Yes." I crossed my arms and looked away from him dramatically.

"You're so cute." He smiled, then kissed my cheek.

"I know what you're doing. I'm not going to fall for it."

"What am I doing exactly?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, but I refused to do the same. They were staying crossed in front of my chest until further notice.

"You're trying to get me all riled up so I'll ignore this betrayal. This is the last time I ever trust a man, I swear."

"Not even me?" He pressed light kisses against my shoulder, almost making me give in. But I won't back down, not this time.

"Especially you."

"But I was blonde for nearly six months." He whined. "I don't know how Felix does it. Keeping up with that is a nightmare."

"My birthday is literally in a couple weeks and you couldn't wait." The realization made my disappointment grow.

"Was I supposed to have fried hair for your birthday? Was that your plan?"

"Yes! My birthday fantasy involved you with blonde hair."

"Can't believe you only love me for my hair." He said with a sad expression.

"Move." I muttered, slightly pushing him to the side. I cupped my hands together, letting water fill them up. Once it was overflowing, I threw it at San's face. "How dare you say such nonsense."

"Nonsense?" He smiled in disbelief.

"You heard me."

He wrapped his arms around me once again and kissed me softly. Unfortunately, I gave in and kissed back. How could I not? He's the definition of perfection.

"Still mad at me?"

"Yes." I mumbled.

He kissed me again, this time running his fingers through my hair. "How about now?"