When you say my name -Wooyoung

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxᴠɪ:𝐿𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓎

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The room had a sense of tension, as Wooyoung and Ollie had only been in there for twenty minutes when a nagging thought crossed my mind. There had to be a window in the room, and if Ollie decided to use it as his only means of escape, my worst fears would come true - witnessing my best friend falling to his death in a desperate attempt to break free from the metaphorical prison I had trapped him in.

This line of thinking quickly spiraled into paranoia, as I began to fear that Ollie might already have murdered someone in the room. Fueled by this dreadful thought, I found myself pressing my ear against the door, trying to hear any signs of foul play. What I heard instead was a soft conversation, but no terrifying shouting. This could mean that Ollie hadn't acted out violently yet, but the sudden loud noise before Ollie's angry declaration gave me pause.

"Elena, I swear to God, if that's you by the door, I will Hulk smash through this motherfucker and tackle you." Ollie's voice was filled with menace, making me jump and quickly move away from the door. I was shaking, my nerves shot. The thought of losing my best friend, whether to a tragic accident or an even worse outcome, was too painful to bear.

Hongjoong, ever the comforting presence, wrapped his arms around me and whispered reassurances in my ear. "Everything will be okay, Elena. Trust me." But my doubts persisted, and I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to spiral out of control.

"Will it, though, Joongie? What if they literally kill each other? What will we do then?" I questioned, my voice wavering. Hongjoong chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "They aren't going to kill each other, babe. Trust me when I say Wooyoung is more gentle than he lets on."

My anxiety was at an all-time high when I heard the commotion in the living room. "I need a drink," I proclaimed, running a hand down my face. Seonghwa was stirring something in a skillet, unaware of the escalating situation. "What's your preference?" he asked, listing off different alcoholic beverages. I ignored him and grabbed the vodka from the cabinet, downing a few shots in quick succession.

Hongjoong and Yunho tried to take the bottle away from me, but Mingi just watched with an amused smile. "You might want to hold onto that," he said, his eyes wide as he stared at Wooyoung's room. "That bottle might become your new best friend when this is all over."

As the shouting continued, the room fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the door. The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the beginning or the end of Ollie and Wooyoung's "friendship." In the midst of the chaos, I took comfort in the fact that my friends were there for me, even if the outcome of this situation was uncertain.

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