If You Only Knew : A woosan fanfiction

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Wooyoung's Pov

OH HELL NO! I'm not sharing a room with San!!

"Me and Wooyoung cannot share rooms!" San says sternly, turning to Soobin.

"Exactly! This is ridiculous! We can't stand seeing each other let alone sleep in the same room!" I say, frustrated.

"Come on Wooyoung, can't you do this for your best friend?" Yeonjun asks, giving me a sad puppy eye look.

I roll my eyes.

"No! I can't do this for you!" I say, furiously.

Jongho slightly pulls me by the arm and whispers in my ear.

"Hey, I don't think Soobin and Yeonjun are going to make things easy for us. We'll try getting them together in some other way, for now let's just go with the current room arrangements. We're already making a scene here, if my father hear's about this he'll be really mad."

Jongho sounded really scared. I wanted to protest but I chose not to, considering how nervous Jongho looked.

I sigh and nod to Jongho.

"Fine..." I murmur, still annoyed.

I look at San, who looks furious too. 

I see San looking towards Jongho, glaring at him.

But Jongho just shrugs, apologetically.

"Ok so, since the rooms are sorted out, why don't you all go and rest. It was a long journey after all. Your luggage will arrive at your rooms very soon. Let's all meet up for dinner later." Jongho says.

And he leads the way to our rooms.

Jongho first leads everyone else to their respective rooms and keep me and San till the very end. Once the three of us are alone, he sighs and turns to us.

"I'm really sorry for messing things up back there. But I promise I'll find a way to get Soobin and Yeonjun together."

My eyes soften.

"Jongho it's fine! We just got here, there's plenty of time for us to mend things. So don't worry and cheer up. Seeing you all sulky is giving me depression."

Jongho chuckles.

"I guess I'll see you two at dinner then?"

San and I nod and wave to Jongho as he takes his leave.

We both watch till Jongho turns the corner at the end of the corridor, disappearing from our sight.

I sigh in frustration. And so does San at the exact same time.

I glare at him.

But San completely ignores me and opens the door to our room, walks in and throws himself on the bed, burying his face in a fluffy pillow.

"Does he think he owns this god damn hotel? He be walking up and about like the entire place is his." I mumble under my breath.

I sigh as I close the door and I make my way inside the room, inspecting it closely. 

My eyes taking in all the luxury of the room, I smile to myself at the realization that I get to spend the next few weeks here.

Oh, everything is so beautiful, I'm in Paris with my best friends in a nice hotel room which has a spacious  bathroom with a nice hot tub, a magnificent balcony view of the Eiffel tower and...wait a minute!!

"THERE'S ONLY ONE BED?!?!" I yell, as I lay my eyes on the single bed on top of which San had spread himself completely, carefree of the catastrophe that we are in.