When you say my name -Wooyoung

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪɪ:𝐿𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓎

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As I ambled through the hallowed halls, the sheer delight of the brownie Ollie had so generously gifted me earlier that morning filled my senses with a sheer, unadulterated joy. The prospect of having a bit of free time before my upcoming lecture compelled me to take a swift detour to the quaint cafe nestled beside the bookstore. My stomach had gnawed at me all morning since I had forgotten to partake in the pleasures of breakfast, and I was desperate for a respite from the gnawing hunger pangs.

I was moments away from reaching the door when, in a flash, I collided with someone, causing the contents of my bag to spill over my shoulder. The inadvertent encounter jolted me, and I instinctively looked up to find the source of the disruption. To my surprise, it was none other than Hongjoong, who, unperturbed by the interruption, extended his hand to help me gather the scattered items.

"I'm so sorry, Laney," he murmured apologetically, his concern evident in his voice. I managed a weak smile, grateful for the help. As he steadily restored order to the mess, I couldn't help but feel a warmth emanating from within me, a testament to the heartwarming interaction we'd just shared.

"It's okay," I replied, my voice slightly muffled by the brownie that I had shoved into my mouth. The sweet confection danced on my taste buds, a sensation that was both comforting and tantalizing. His eyes lingered on me, and a chuckle escaped him as he playfully teased, "Damn, is that brownie really that good?"

With a glimmer of mischief in my eyes, I pulled the brownie from my mouth and feigned a shy smile, "As a matter of fact, it's delicious." I hastily scooped up the items he had handed me, my heart thumping in my chest.

My gratitude for his assistance compelled me to offer a small bow of appreciation, and a breathy "Thank you" escaped me. It was then that I felt a powerful, almost magnetic pull, a sensation that I couldn't quite place. As I moved to leave, he called out to me, his voice tinged with a mixture of urgency and concern.

"Please stop avoiding me, Laney," he pleaded, and I stopped dead in my tracks. The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine, a testament to the unnerving yet undeniable pull I felt towards him.

"I can't," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting Ollie, my closest friend. Our bond was unbreakable, and I knew that crossing the line with Hongjoong would not only shatter our connection but also incite Ollie's wrath.

Yet, the way Hongjoong looked at me, his eyes locking onto mine with a fervor that was both captivating and disquieting, left me wanting more. The thought of uncorking the secrets of his enigmatic persona was intoxicating, but the fear of causing Ollie pain outweighed my curiosity.

Before I knew it, he was standing before me, his gaze never wavering. His plea, laden with urgency, felt like a siren's call, urging me to succumb to my desires. And as I struggled to find the right words, I found myself blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop avoiding you, but you can't tell Ollie. The last thing I want is to upset him and seeing as how he practically hates your entire group for associating with Wooyoung, I know it would irritate him."

Hongjoong nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving mine, and his face broke into a warm smile. The way he looked at me, the unspoken words dancing in his eyes, made me feel as if he could peer into the depths of my soul. As if hypnotized, I agreed to accompany him to the cafe and spent the rest of the afternoon delving into the mysterious world of Hongjoong's heart. The thought of Ollie ever discovering the truth was a terrifying prospect, but the allure of unraveling the enigma of Hongjoong was undeniably enticing.

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