Serendipity

Chapter 3

**(A/N): I AM SO SORRY I KEEP FALLING OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH! Being an adult makes you 10x more busy and it SUCKS. Anyway, enough about me, have some plot, my starved readers (I'm sorry I love y'all).**

Once I regain consciousness, I'm astounded to find myself back in the doctor's office.

I shove my hand down my shirt, checking for my pin. Relief floods me when I find it there, until I hear a cough.

I snap my head in the direction it came from.

Instead of Yeosang, Wooyoung is sitting on the bed across from me.

"You really shouldn't just shove your hand in there willy-nilly..." he looks away for a second, bringing my attention to the redness on the tips of his ears. But when he looks at me again, any embarrassment has vanished entirely.

"To be fair, I thought I was alone. What the hell are YOU doing here?" I snap. I'm still irked with him over the entirety of our first interaction back home.

"Whoa, snippy. You're WELCOME. I brought you here." He rolls his eyes.

"Right, so YOU'RE the one who scared the SHIT out of me, making me think something awful was going to happen to me. Gee, thanks. I'm so grateful." I spit, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I easily could've left you there for the crew to do whatever with you. Or San could've come to put you out of your misery." He fumes, getting up.

I jump to my feet, running in front of him and blocking his exit. I am SO not done with him.

"There could've been a thousand different, less creepy ways to do that!" I yell.

"You would've screamed either way! Don't act like you weren't on the verge of a total mental breakdown - I'm not stupid. If you screamed Seonghwa probably would've shot you on the spot."

"Oh, so I'm not allowed to have emotions?"

"He has trust issues AND he despises you."

"For WHAT REASON?"

"Am I a mind reader? I don't know! Now get out of my way. I'm leaving." He tries to brush past me.

I use all my strength to shove him backwards so hard that he falls onto the bed.

"No. Sit down. I'm not done."

"That's tough, because I am," he retorts, about to get up.

I do something crazy then. I tackle him. Pinning him down to the bed.

His eyes widen to the size of saucers; I hold his wrists down.

"I don't care." I stare him down, challenging him.

In all honesty, he could probably just throw me across the room. But for whatever reason, he doesn't.

"Jesus, fine. What do you want?" Wooyoung rolls his eyes, avoiding my gaze.

"Tell me what happened to my parents," I order.

He meets my gaze. I can't read his expression. "I happened to find them before the others did. I let them go. I don't know where they are now."

The alleviation of my stress hits me so hard, I fall onto the bed beside Wooyoung, gasping.

Tears start spilling from my eyes like a flood. I cover my face with my hands and sob, just letting my emotions run their course. I was so, so scared they were gone. That I was really alone. My shoulders shake as I weep in relief.