When you say my name -Wooyoung

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxᴠɪɪ:𝒲𝑜𝑜𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔

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"I feel like you've always seen me as a bother, someone you'd rather avoid. You never gave me a fair chance," I thought to myself, frustration bubbling up inside me because all I wanted was for him to acknowledge my presence.

"Give you a chance? Remember the first time we locked eyes? We were both so defensive and hostile towards each other," he said, his expression darkening as he raised his hands in a defensive gesture.

"No, it wasn't like that," I replied, my voice tinged with anger.

"Yes, it was. Wooyoung, I didn't even notice you existed until that day," he said, looking confused.

"But for me, it was different. I saw you a week before that. I couldn't..." I trailed off, reluctant to admit out loud the intensity of my feelings when I first saw him, how I couldn't look away, how badly I wanted to get to know him. But then our interactions in the bookstore began, filled with bickering and tension, because if we didn't keep up the banter, I feared getting hurt.

"You couldn't what?" Ollie asked, his eyes fixed on me, a mix of anger and confusion in his gaze.

"Never mind..." I mumbled vaguely.

"It clearly meant something if you brought it up. Spit it out, Wooyoung," he demanded impatiently, leaving me uncertain about what to do next.

"See this is why i didn't want it to come to this" i admitted probably a little too loud

"So you do know why we are in here" he said shocked mimicking my volume

"Not exactly but I have an idea, but I didn't want this. I've been trying to protect myself from the possible outcome of something like this" i ran my fingers threw my hair as i turned away from him

"I'm getting more confused and it's going to end up pissing me off, so whatever you know that I don't know. just say it!" he groaned.

"Even if I did tell you, it wouldn't change anything. You seem hellbent on hating me even when I haven't done anything wrong," I replied, intentionally dodging the question.

Ollie groaned, his frustration growing. "I don't hate you. How would you know if it changed anything? You don't know how I feel."

"Then, please, tell me because I'd really like to know." I raised a brow in anticipation. Ollie's mouth opened, a small noise escaping, before he closed it again. I could see the gears turning in his head as he worked to form a response.

He sat back in my desk chair, his back toward me as he said, "I can't."

I stood and moved to stand next to him, my arms crossed over my chest. "And why not? You expect me to be honest with you, but you can't do the same?"

Ollie shook his head, a clear sign of his internal struggle. "I can't."

With that, something inside me snapped. A laugh bubbled in my throat before it escaped and before I knew it, it reverberated through the small room. I laughed so hard that my arms wrapped around my torso and by the time I was able to draw breath, my abs hurt.

"What's so funny?" Ollie asked, his eyes narrowed.

"You. I-" I scoffed, my mind whirling as I spat out everything that ran through my head. "I've sat here for months beating myself up over you and here we are with the opportunity to finally lay it all on the table and you stonewall me. I can't believe I almost-"

"Almost what?" Ollie's eyes met mine, a pool of curiosity swimming in them that made me want to show him and not tell him.

The tension in the room was palpable, as if the very air had been thickened with the weight of our emotions. My heart raced, my pulse pounding in my ears as I attempted to find the right words to express my frustration and disappointment.

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