I hate you. || woosan ||

||part 6||

Author pov:

It had been a week and Wooyoung was still staying in Jonghos dorm. Everything went about fine. Well, everything besides Milynn who kept annoying Wooyoung and the thoughts about San that kept infiltrating Wooyoung's mind. He did a great job at avoiding San. He sat with Jongho at lunch and walked to class early to avoid all the people walking to class at the same time. But while avoiding San, he also avoided yunho. Oh well, just a little longer.

It was Friday. Wooyoung was just sitting on the couch in Jonghos dorm when he got a call. It was an anonymous number. It wasn't the first time this anonymous person called. Maybe he should pick up and tell the person they had the wrong number? That would be nice, for the person and for himself.

He picked up and started talking.

"Hi! I just wanted to tell you that you have the wrong number."

"Wooyoung, fucking finally. Where are you?!"

It was San. Of course it had to be fucking Choi San. Wooyoung just stayed silent. He was panicking.

"You haven't been in our dorm for a week! And you don't even let me know you were leaving?! Answer me. Where the fuck are you!?"

Wooyoung swallowed before finally getting the courage to speak.

"It is none of your business. Why do you care anyway?"  He said softly.

"Wooyoung, Answer my fucking question!"

"Why would I?! Just so you can use me again?! I know what you're fucking doing. I fucking hate you! Don't you get it?!"

"..."

The line stayed quiet. Too quiet for Wooyoung's liking. The silence quickly got disturbed when he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Wooyoung...?"

Wooyoung turned around to see Jongho and Milynn standing in the door opening. Wooyoung quickly hung up the call.

"Is everything alright?" Milynn asked the now on the verge of tears Wooyoung.

"Y-yeah everything is fine."

"It sounded pretty serious tho-"

"Really! I am fine. Nothing happend." Wooyoung quickly shut Milynn off. He didn't want to know how much of the phone call they heard. Wooyoung can't understand how he can be so unlucky. Everything seemed like it was going wrong.

Wooyoung walked off to Jonghos room and sat down on the mattress next to Jonghos bed. He just sat there thinking about what just happened. He felt happy that he stood up to San, but he was terrified at the same time. There was no way he could go back to his own dorm now. He calmed down for a few minutes before he decided to call Yunho. That would be nice he though. Yunho must have questions. He grabbed his phone and pressed Yunho contact.

"Wooyoung! Thank god you are still alive!"

Wooyoung softly giggled when he heard the taller's exited tone. The fact that yunho was happy to speak him made him feel better.

"Of course I am alive idiot, I just...got sick. My mom wanted to take care of me personally so I went back home." Wooyoung lied. It hurt to lie to Yunho but he didn't want to tell him what happend. Yet.

"Oh, that's not good! Are you alright now though?"

"Not really...I'm still a bit sick. I'm trying to come back to school soon though!"

"You better, everyone was worried sick! Nobody heard from you since Saturday...San said he left you alone in your dorm but when he came back you were gone. I'm glad you told me though!"