𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 ➳ 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏

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The shattering glass was a harsh blow to Wooyoung's subconscious, the tiny pieces flying everywhere and digging into his weak skin.

"Yuta.. please.. calm down, you're- you're being irrational!" Wooyoung tried to keep his voice low, as to not disturb the people around them. The restaurant went quiet though, and the boy felt like crawling into a hole.

"I'm being irrational? Wooyoung, do you even hear yourself? You- you have done nothing but act upon your feelings over and over. I can't even take you out to dinner anymore without you throwing a tantrum like a child! I should have left you home and had dinner with Mark instead!"

Wooyoung froze, eyebrows up as he stared at Yuta with a disbelieving expression on his face. "Who's Mark?" The male didn't want to ask, maybe it was better if he didn't know anyways.

"Someone who is much better than you are!"

By now, the entire crowd in the restaurant was looking their way, some even having their phones 'subtly' positioned their way. Yuta scoffed and threw down his fork, the metal clanging loudly against the glass plate.

"I can't, Wooyoung. We're going home, now. Oh, and by the way, you're paying for this shit." The man snapped, pushing against Wooyoung's shoulder to encourage him to clean up the mess that he had made.

Whilst the white haired got to work, there was a set of eyes in the crowd, frustration pooling behind them.

"Hey!"

All eyes flew towards the boy who stepped out of the crowd, shocked whispers immediately arising. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to him like that?" The blonde demanded, walking right up to Yuta with a judgmental glare.

Wooyoung stood up instantly and tugged Yuta's arm, attempting to pull him away from the livid other. "Come on, Yuta, let's just go." Despite his words, Wooyoung found himself lessening his grip on Yuta's shirt.

"Can't you see how your words hurt him? Or are you too blind by your own pride and ego by having all attention on you? Why are you making him clean up your mess, the mess you made because you are the one throwing a tantrum, not him."

Wooyoung worriedly checked Yuta's reaction, fear striking his heart when the other was oddly calm. He knew that look. Like a snake getting ready to strike for its prey.

"Yuta," Wooyoung gripped his arm, pulling him to face him. "let's go, I got the bill. Come on." The desperation in his voice was pathetic, to himself at least. The older of the two smirked and shoved Wooyoung back and turned to face the stranger that dared to approach him.

"Listen, I don't know who you are, but you better watch your mouth. I know how to deal with my boyfriend and I don't need some stranger as yourself to get in the way of us." Yuta snarled, taking a step closer to the taller.

Wooyoung watched helplessly, wishing he could prevent this as he knew that Yuta wouldn't stop until someone was bruised. Fist raised, Wooyoung closed his eyes and apologized to the stranger over and over, yet when he reopened them, his jaw went slack in shock.

A red handprint, swept beautifully across Yuta's cheek.

"Oh you're going to-"

The Japanese cut himself off and calmly smoothed out his jacket. He turned to Wooyoung with his stupid smug smirk. "Find a ride home tonight, because i'm not ubering your ass anymore. Oh, and find somewhere to stay, i'm locking you out until you learn respect." And with that, he left.