I hate you. || woosan ||

|| part 18 ||

San pov:

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San
Wooyoung, we need to talk.
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I threw my phone on my- wait, on hongjoongs bed right after I clicked send. After I had heard seongwha and hongjoong fight, I got curious. They kept talking about 'Wooyoung's side' and 'his past'. Hongjoong also said it was a misunderstanding, an accident. Even though I don't believe one single fucking bit, I want it to be true for some reason.

As my thoughts were trailing of again, my phone started buzzing. 3 times. After each other. My hand slightly shook as I grabbed my phone.

Wooyo~
What the fuck is there to talk about?
Why are you reaching out all of a sudden after leaving me without an explanation for a whole week?
Why do you think I would even want to see you?

My breath slightly hitched. I should've known he won't want to see me. Of course he doesn't. But I can't just let this go.

San
I'll explain everything I did and you explain your side of the story.
Even though I don't really want to see you either, I do want the truth of what happened.

Wooyo~
Glad the feeling is mutual.
Did hongjoong and seongwha put you up to this?
Doesn't matter.
Be here in 5.

I would've never thought that someone as bright as wooyoung could be so cold. Even though his words hurt, I am glad he wants to speak to me.

I quickly rushed to grab my things from hongjoongs dorm. When I get to our own dorm again, I won't leave. I won't be a coward anymore. I'm going to face him anyway.

I grabbed my small bag which I normally use to store my football stuff in. I filled it with my clothes and self care items such as skin care showergell, shampoo and deodorant. I looked around the door to find hongjoong and seongwha but nobody was there. They said they would be back in a short while but now it's the next morning and still not sign of them.

I took a deep breath and closed the door behind me. Walking down the stairs, back to my own dorm. As I got closer and closer to my dorm I got more nervous, but also exited.

I lied while texting wooyoung. I did want to see him. I miss him. More than I thought I would.

I stood infront of the door and quietly built up the courage to knock on it, forgetting that I have a key to the door. I quickly reached for my pocket and pulled out the silver key. I put it in the lock and twisted the key. The door opened with a click. I pushed down the doorknob and went inside. There was no sign of wooyoung in the small kitchen and livingroom.

I looked around and to be honest, I was surprised. The kitchen and living room were tidy and clean. Barely and dust visible. What else would I expect from wooyoung. He keeps the whole dorm clean. Well- besides his own room.

I flinched as I saw someone walk towards me in the right corner of my eye. That someone being wooyoung of course.

"You're late." He said. Looking pretty much numb.

"Sorry, didn't think you would be in such a hurry. I didn't think you would actually have things to do." I said, giving him the same energy. Which he definitely didn't like.