𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆⇲ 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 : 𝟑𝟗

Maybe if all of this was a dream... He could have been in a less awkward situation.

Wooyoungs heart raced.

He never liked how no matter how much san hurt him, his body wouldnt stop feeling this way.

He hated to admit it that he wanted san. No. He needed san.

He needs his scent to be relieved. And he hates it so much.

Why cant he be self dependant?
Why cant he be properly mad at san?

Actually, honestly, he isnt even mad at san. He is just insecure and sad about it. He didnt like how san didnt even notice him at first. Was he unattractive?

Thats where this started.

Again, he like to call it hatred and anger.
But its all about his insecurity.

The sky looked like it was about to rain.

He looked at san.

A single droplet fell on the ground accompanied by many as it rained heavily. They were both soaking.

They stared eachother. Waiting for the other speak up something.

Something in wooyoung sparked. He knows for sure that what he was gonna say is false. He is purely speaking out from anger. But he wanted to play hard to get it.

There he spoke,

"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦."