I hate you. || woosan ||

|| part 27 ||

"I- I am so sorry, Wooyoung. I want to help you I just- I don't want to overstep your boundaries."

"Forget it! You made yourself clear earlier-"

"No, wooyoung. I'm just... kind of at war with myself. I don't know in what kind of way yet, but I do know I love you."

"You're only saying that because you're high, San." Wooyoung cried.

"Maybe. I probably wouldn't have said it if I wasn't."

"W-what?" He mumbled.

"What do you need, wooyoung? I'll give you whatever you want."

"Just-" he took a deep breath and looked up at me with gorgeous tear filled eyes. "Just stay with me. Close to me."

"I can do that." I said as I moved closer to him on the bed. The warmth of his body made me feel grounded somehow, it was oddly... comforting.
I felt Wooyoung move closer to me and rest his head on my shoulder. He just rested there and cried. I was the reason why he was crying and I'm also the one comforting him. Is this normal?
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A week later...

"Do you want to order some food? I'm quite hungry and I haven't had any breakfast yet." Wooyoung said as he walked into my room. He wore short shorts and an oversized shirt, his legs were visible again but I didn't dare look at them.

"Wooyoung it's almost 3 p.m? Why haven't you eaten anything yet?" I said worriedly as I got up from my chair.

"I don't know, I just forget. Can we order something?" Wooyoung said with big puppy eyes. He knows I can't say no to him and he also knows I'll pay for the food. Smart move.

"Fine, but promise me to eat more. Set a timer three times a day as a reminder to eat," I said as I pointed my finger directly at his chest. "What do you want to eat?"

"Mhm, I will do that. Uhm, I want some... pork belly!" Wooyoung said with a big smile.

"Sounds great. I'll order it. I'll let you know when it arrives." I said thinking he would leave and let me study again.

"Actually, are you busy by any chance?" He said while putting his arms behind his back and leaning to the side to look past me into my room.

"No, why?" I lied.

"Don't know, just want to spend time with you." He replied shyly. His gaze was fixed on the floor. It felt like he was afraid to ask me.

"That sounds lovely, wooyoung. What do you want to do?" Wooyoung's head shot up and his eyes lit up. The big smile he had earlier reappeared on his face.

"Really?! Well since it has been getting colder and since it's almost christmas I was thinking maybe we could go to the Christmas market! Shop for some gifts or decorations for our dorm, get drinks, tasty little snacks."

"That sounds like a great plan!" I replied with the same excitement. "Now we're talking about the temperature, aren't you cold?" I asked wooyoung, referring to his legs. A small blush appeared on his ears as he pulled his shirt down.

"No, I'm not. Don't worry." He said softly.

"Are you sure? It's like 5 ° outside." I said again. I just want him so cover up as he is kinda distracting me. I also don't want him to catch a cold.

"I'm fine, San." He said again.

"If you say so." After that a small silence followed. We just stood there, in my door opening, staring at each other. After a while I realised it might be creepy that I'm staring at him like this, so I decided to quickly change topic. "So the plan is: wait for our food, eat our food and go to the Christmas market... and maybe there is another step to the plan for you." I said with a chuckle.