The sunlight was bright as ever that the curtains couldnt withstand its power. Even with curtains closed, the room was still bright like usual.
Wooyoung shrinked his eyebrows and covered his eyes with his arm not wanting to open his eyes. But he still couldnt sleep anymore. Groaning, he pushed those bed sheets off of him to only get met with a huge headache.
He looked at the floor glaring at it blankly. He tried to get a glimpse of what happened last night. But he all could remember was that he was drinking in a club.
He climbed down the stairs looking for san. But he was no where in here.
"San?" he called out.
Yet again, to his disappointment,he was welcomed with a wave of silence over anything. His energy died over. Rather than describing it as an illness its about his disappointment this time.
He sighed and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water which could help him flush down the thirstiness.
Towards his left side, was his phone seated in the couch.
He took it up upon hearing a notification.
It was a text from san. It read,
"𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺."
And nothing else. 'No good morning' and 'take care' like usual. Huh? Weird. That wasnt how he usually behaved but, he thought he could live without it and ignored it for now.
𝐒𝐀𝐍
I looked back at the guard who was standing in the front of the gate. Having no choice left, i blacked him down and instantly went inside barging in.
A plague of security guards followed upon hearing the heavy sound of the chains in the gate.
I smirked in and went ahead with no signs of fear. Thats not right. Its not about having fear. But its about whether i hold on to it or leave it behind.
I launched in a punch at the first guard and then followed by the other. What i didnt expect was that they had weapons with them.
It isnt much of a casuality for a normal security guard to have weapons. This was already more suspicious than everything. Realising the motive of them, i backed down as i knelt down trying to ease the mood.
Ofc i wouldnt surrender. Its just an act for distracting them.
When i was about to turn back to run away, a gun fired and I fell down holding my left arm hissing in pain. Before they could do it again, i was out of there.
I breathed heavily as i ran towards my bike. Damn. I have to ride a fucking bike now. I put on the key as i turned on the engine now. I started driving with my right hand.
When i thought i could handle it, i knew i cannot. So i stopped in the middle of the bridge as i called wooyoung.
"Hello?"
" xxx bridge. Now."
I yelled at him not being able to withstand the pain. The blood flow was heavy. I sat down and leaned on the cement wall.
In about some minutes, a car was brought in front of me. Wooyoung worriedly ran to me and knelt beside me.
"What the fuck san!?What happened?" he yelled.
My lips curved up as i heard his shaky-worried voice.
"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦? 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘱. 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦." I said.
His eyes teared up and tears flowed down to his cheeks. I sighed upon that.
"𝘚-𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘸-𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥? His hands started shaking and he couldnt get a hold of me.
I looked at this self of him and smiled a bit. He looked at me trying to find an answer. His hands went cold and he was shaking.
I didnt know what to do. So i pulled him to a hug making his head lean over on my chest.
"𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘢𝘩. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵." I said.
His crying turned to sniffles and he hugged me tighter before i hissed at the pain.
He hurriedly helped me get onto the car and he parked my bike at the corner so that we can take it after a while later.
He started driving and i kept looking at him as he didnt stop tearing. His eyes teared up continuously.
"𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨...𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨?" i asked him.
"𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸?" he asked angrily.
"𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘋𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨." I said and he glared at me telling me to shut up.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶? 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦? 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘮? 𝘈𝘮 𝘪 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" he asked and i laughed.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" i asked.
"𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸?"
"𝘕𝘰𝘱𝘦."
"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵."
He said and increased the speed as he drove in one hand. I giggled at how he was trying to be cool right now.
I looked at him admiring how he was caring when i needed him. I loved how he didnt take my behavior earlier to his heart and ran to me worriedly in a situation like this.
He was literally an angel in a human form ready to help me out of everything while going through so much by himself.
And that made me question myself if i deserve him.
