Good Lil Boy | Jung Wooyoung

4

You weren't sure if Wooyung was avoiding you but things were pretty, abnormally peaceful, which was saying something. Perhaps he knew you were out to murder him the first chance you got, but the weekend passed by rather peacefully and you even had a girls only sleepover where you gossiped all night, sharing stories and pampering each other.

And that was when, in the middle of massaging your shoulder, Yuju had noticed the telltale fade of Wooyoung's mark.

"Now what is that-" she had begun but you shut her up, promising to explain it later and then avoiding her for the next two days until it was Tuesday and you finally met your group of friends in the evening for board games, where both Yuju and Wooyoung were present.

You paused in the middle of the room, Seonghwa and Hongjoong beside you. "Can we go home now?"

The duo turned to look at you once, ignoring you as they joined the rest, making you take a deep breath and walk to Yuju who wasn't sitting too far from Wooyoung.

"I knew you couldn't avoid me forever," Yuju looked a bit too pleased to see you. "Wooyoung and I were just chatting. He said he missed you."

"I missed you too," you called to him, deciding at that moment that there was no way in hell you were letting Wooyoung get the better of you, and that retribution would come. He turned and acknowledged you with a nod, his glance going to where the mark would have been, carefully concealed now. "In fact, my hands have been itching since that night of the ball."

"Ah, I feel shy," Wooyoung hid behind San and Yuju laughed sarcastically. "What do you aim to do? Do not try to make a move on me-"

"Your mind ought to be cleansed," San slapped Wooyoung's neck and you laughed.

"Hold up- the night of the ball?" Yuju raised a brow. "What's going on between you two?"

"Nothing-"

"Something-"

"Jung Wooyoung," you warned, turning to Yuju. "You know how he is. He's trying to turn me clinically insane."

"I'm clinically insane... for you too," Wooyoung threw a wink and the three of you gasped.

"San, please take him away from me before I grab something sharp and end this once and for all," you begged and San chuckled, practically dragging him across the room and you felt like you could finally breathe, though, now that he was in front of you, you both kept exchanging death glares and talking in your own sign language.

While Yunho explained the rules of the first game and you saw Wooyoung watching you instead of listening to Yunho, you flipped your finger at him and he blew a kiss at you, which probably the entire room saw. You stifled a groan and heard a disgusted sigh-

"Get a room, you two."

You turned to the source- Haeun, who was sitting near you. You rolled your eyes, not bothering to respond but when she muttered something to her friends and they all laughed at you, you turned to her, ignoring Yuju who tried to stop you.

"Get a room, you said, huh?" You asked in a low voice, glancing at Yunho who was explaining something to the youngsters, and then at Wooyoung who had his eyes on you. "Too bad you couldn't get one that night."

Haeun's friends collectively gasped at that and she actually looked offended. "What would you know about that?"

"Oh, I don't know," you shrugged. "I guess Wooyoung was bored enough to come find me. You know we hate each other's guts. What does that say for you?"

Haeun scoffed. "I'm not interested in him. Go ahead- he's all yours."

"Oh, she says she's not interested in him," you turned to Yuju. "Does she want me to wipe that horrible image of her fluttering her lashes at Wooyoung during their dance? Because that would need some help-"