Panting, she feels her hands shake as she approaches the door. She hears it, the rough rocking and squeaking of the bed inside, she tries to swallow the lump in her throat but is unable to do so. She feels like she's looking through the eyes of someone else whilst still in her own body, her vision hazy. Her breath hitches as she grabs hold of the door handle, her hands feel too weak to open it, but when she does, she wished she wasn't strong enough.
There they were, perfectly naked and sweaty. The rocking makes sense now. She saw two figures on the bed making love to each other. She saw the back of San's head as he sunk deep into his bottom, but the latter's face was hidden by rich, thick black hair. Their pace seemed to not slow down even when Jiho walked in, a gasp escaped out of her lips as she watched San's lips trail down the neck of the other, making them turn their head toward the door, immediately facing her.
He was there, looking at her with a smirk as San ripped a moan louder than any she's heard out of him, making his head tilt back. He looked back at her, cool face making her feel like he won something over her. Quickly, his face morphed and her vision cleared, his eyes were filled with terror and mortification as he turned to see Jiho looking at him with tears in her eyes. The words died in his throat as he saw the first tear fall.
The perspective switched to third person as she watched herself flee and ran down the stairs in a hurry. She felt like everything was floating around her and stairs started skipping, scaring her into thinking she's falling. Her heartbeat was racing as she blundered down the steps. She was running in circles trying to find the exit, she felt her leg stutter as a voice called out to her. She sprinted faster, the door to the sidewalk a few inches away. The further she ran, the further the door seemed, but eventually she burst through the door, and made her way out. The voice incessant as it screams her name.
She needed to leave, running away from them was the only thing keeping her on her feet because she would have collapsed on the ground by now. Her face turned and just as the stark light hit her eyes, a screeching yell of her name echoed in her ear. The same one she heard the day she woke up in the hospital. Wooyoung.
She jolted up, gasping for air as her heart was thundering in her chest. She's been having this dream for weeks. Every. Night.
She can't shake away the thought of the two together in bed. A bed she once occupied before she switched to San's room when they wedded. She shivered as the memory flooded back into her mind. She's tried to push it back, but it always came back. Jiho knew that most of the details were distorted and weren't accurately what happened, but her mind always taunted her with a new way to make her ravel that night in her mind, but she refused. Every night but tonight. She was tired of running away from the truth, she raked her mind to try and slot the events of that night.
She didn't know when, but her feet took her to the room where it happened. She hasn't stepped foot in here since that day. She swallowed, but her throat was too dry for it to be any sort of satisfactory, and limped her way to the bed. She traced the linen, wobbly hands retracting when the flashback burns the back of her lids again. Some place so innocent ruined in one night.
She felt her chest tighten and her eyes shut tight. Her breath started growing shallow as the image of them making sweet, sweet love to each other danced around in her head. Skin on skin contact, lips on lips, the push and pull of it all. It was always in front of her yet she hadn't noticed, or rather refused to.
When her eyes shot open again, her ribs constricted as tears cascaded down her face and the surrounding room suffocated her, making her flee the scene just as she had that night. Standing at the edge of the balcony was where she found herself breathing normally again. The streetlights being the only source of light this night as even the moon left her lonely this time. Shivers pass through her body as she hugged herself tighter, attempting to gather her strength again.
She knew what she had to do, and if San wasn't going to do it, then she would.
Walking back into the room, she got dressed up and prepared herself for the day everything would change. It was around 3:44 A.M. when she last checked the time, but she wanted to get this done as soon as possible. So, once the clock struck 6:01 A.M. she was out the door with opportunity knocking on her window.
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a/n: kinda a short one, but the next chap is the first flashback and the true events of what happened that night! tell me what u think and what u wanna see 👀🤍
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Fanfiction« san, this is wrong » « that didn't stop you before » ☂︎︎☂︎︎☂︎︎ ➪ in which wooyoung falls in love with his ex girlfriend's new husband.
