When you say my name -Wooyoung

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xᴠ:𝒲𝑜𝑜𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔

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No sooner than the door clicked shut, I heard Hongjoong's footsteps sound through the house as he left his bedroom and approached the living room. San and I were having one of our movie nights since it was the weekend and we had both been too busy with other things that we hadn't had a chance to do it sooner.

He stood to the right of the couch and stared at the TV, occasionally glancing at his phone like he was waiting for someone to text him and I knew that he wanted to talk to Laney even though she just left. Their relationship was no secret in the group. In fact, it was something my friends and I encouraged him to pursue despite the fact that Laney's friend hated us.

It was clear from the first time Hongjoong saw Laney that something was going to bloom between them and seeing the disappointment on one of my best friend's faces made my heart break. So when he came to me about her, I didn't hesitate to tell him to go for it. I just wished I could do the same with my object of affection.

"Let me guess. You miss her already?" I asked, throwing a glance in Hongjoong's direction.

"More than I'd like to admit," he sighed as he took the empty seat next to me, leaving me in a San and Hongjoong sandwich. He rested his head on my shoulder and sighed again before lifting his head to look at me.

"Why don't you try talking to Ollie again? You look just as down as I do," Hongjoong spoke, concern laced in his voice. Out of our friends, San and Hongjoong were the only ones who knew my true feelings toward Ollie. It wasn't that I didn't want the others to know. It was just that I didn't feel like explaining that I was interested in someone who wasn't interested in me and have to deal with the pity that followed.

"What's the point? He clearly doesn't see me the way I see him. I'd only end up disappointing myself," I responded with a sigh.

San laughed in disbelief, "Please. I guarantee you that he's attracted to you just as much as you are to him. It's clear as day."

"You must be blind then."

"No," San said as he pointed a finger at me, "you're the blind one. Love and hate are intermingled. You can't feel one without the other. If Ollie hates you, it's because he also feels something for you."

I shook my head, not wanting to believe the words coming out of San's mouth. He was right, but it was too early to start throwing around the L word when Ollie and I weren't even friends. If anything, we were acquaintances who enjoyed pushing each other's buttons.

So why did my chest feel like it was being squeezed by Ollie's hands every time I thought about him? Was it because San's words rang true or because I knew that pursuing this person would only lead to a broken heart?

"As I said, it doesn't matter." But it did matter and it was killing me not knowing how the man truly felt.

"Just promise that you'll keep trying. That's what you told me to do and look where I am now," Hongjoong smiled before resting his head on my shoulder again.

I focused on the TV, leaving the silence as my answer. I wasn't going to give up, but I was prepared for the disappointment that may follow.

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