I hate you. || woosan ||

|| part 21 ||

Wooyoung pov:

I woke up to the sound of a loud alarm and the rustling sound of bed sheets. Not my sheets, I wasn't moving. I slowly opened my eyes and got blinded by the sunlight entering the room. The room was not mine but oddly familiar. Then i remembered. I slept in San's room, in San's bed.

I looked around the room and there he was. San, in all his half naked glory. He stood in front of his desk. It looked like he was packing bags?

I heard the sound of a zipper closing and San turned around.

"Oh, you're awake! I'm so sorry if I woke you up. I forgot I had football practice early in the morning today. You can just stay in my bed if you'd like. Get some more sleep." He quickly rambled. I simply chuckled and sat up in his bed. I saw his eyes drop down to my thighs, which were now peeking out from underneath the sheets, but I chose to ignore his wandering eyes.

"No I'm fine. Sorry for last night by the way. You really didn't ask for my whole sob story." San sat next to me on his bed and reached his hand out to put it on my thigh, but he stopped himself and put it on my shoulder instead. He was clearly trying to be careful around me, which I appreciated.

A lot.

"Don't say that. I'm glad I know what happened now. I'm glad I could help you feel better." He said with a big smile.

"Thank you, San. For everything." I thanked him. Looking back at all the things he did for me yesterday and this morning, he has been nothing but kind, understanding and carefull with me.

Silence filled the room as we were just appreciating each other's company. I was staring at my hands which laid loosely in my lap, but I could feel San's eyes on me.

"I have to go. I have a big game tonight and my coach wanted to get in some extra training, especially because I missed some recently. I'll be out all day and come back around 11pm. There should be some left over foods in the fridge and If you don't like what we already have you can just call me to order you some food or whatever, okay?" He said as he hit my thigh and got up. He walked over to his bag, leaving me slightly blushing and confused on his bed.

"Wooyoung?" San said after I stayed silent a tad bit too long.

"O-oh, yeah! That's fine! Good luck with practice and the game. I'll see you tonight!" San nodded and walked out of his room, Leaving me behind.

I took a deep breath after feeling like I couldn't breathe the whole time San was around. I threw the bed sheets off of me and stood up, not really knowing why I did that. I took a look around the room and realised I never really got a good look at it. I walked over to his desk to see what he decorated it with.

My attention fell to what was above his desk. There were two small strings of fairy lights with photos attached to it. There were many pictures of San with a big group of people I didn't know, which I guessed to be his football team. There were a few pictures of him and a cat. And to my surprise... there was also one of us? It was a picture San took a few days before he left to his parents.

A small smile crept up on my face at the cute gesture. For some reason me being on the strings with pictures of his friends, loved ones and cat made me feel all warm and somehow... loved. It felt nice knowing I meant something to San. Whether it's as a friend, loved one or... a cat.

I walked over to his closet and opened the doors. On the left there were a few blouses and jackets hanging on clothing hangers. On the right were 4 different planks. One with shirts, one with sleeveless tops, one with sweaters and hoodies and one with pants. In the inside of the left door was a small jewelry rack, which held earrings, necklaces and rings. At the bottom of the closet there were 3 boxes. One with sport clothes, one with boxers and....