If You Only Knew : A woosan fanfiction

Something's Fishy...

SAN'S POV:

I pull the sheets over my head after ending the conversation abruptly. 

I can't answer his question. I won't answer his question. There's no point either way. It's too late to fix anything.

I lay still in the bed , trying my best to fall asleep but fail miserably. 

I can't fall asleep after our talk. 

Wooyoung thinks so low of me.

I know I can't blame him for anything. What happened, was messed up but I just wish he would've at least given me the benefit of doubt. I wish he would've waited for me. 

I guess it was all too much to ask for after all.

I lay in bed, eyes shut but my mind wide awake.

I can hear ruffling from Wooyoung's side of the room which is accompanied by his occasional sighing.

I guess, he can't fall asleep either.

Hours pass, but slumber never wished to visit me. 

Instead, I get alert when I hear knocks on our door.

I hear Wooyoung frantically getting up. But he doesn't open the door.

Why is he not checking who's at the door?

Why is he not moving at all? 

Why is he breathing so heavily?

The knocks abruptly stop.

That was weird....

But within a span of 7 seconds an irritating wailing send chills down my spine.

I shift my sleeping position and place a pillow over my head trying to block out the noise.

Gosh why are our neighbours so loud?!?!?

I then suddenly hear the balcony doors creak open.

Great! Now the balcony door has opened. I asked Wooyoung to make sure it was shut properly but he never listens!! 

BRRR.....the winds are so cold. I better go shut it.

I get up from my bed, slowly, quietly, trying to not make any noise.

I glance in Wooyoung's direction to see him sitting on the couch, nervously shaking his feet, covering his ears with his palms and his eyes shut tight, chanting something.

He looks so scared, he has gone pale!!

I whisper slowly, my tone low and monotonous, in order to not startle him. 

"Wooyoung.."

But that made him freak out even more and he started frantically rocking back and forth in his spot, his chanting quickening.

Oh my god! Is he ok??

I run towards him.

"AAAHHHHHH!!!"

What the hell?

He yells and tries to run away but I grab him and try to make him stay still.

He yells again and tries to free himself from my grip.

"WOOYOUNG!! THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! STOP HITTING ME!!!"  I yell, trying to tame an extremely petrified man.

The moment he realizes that it's me, his shoulders relax and he falls to the floor.