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Wonwoo: Its Over

Wonwoo: Babe?

You: Oppa, what's wrong?

Wonwoo: I don't think we should be together anymore...

You: What?! Why?

You: Did I do something?

You: Please answer...

You: Wonwoo?

-One year later-

Heavy rain beat against the window, supplying an eerie sound track to the horror movie that played on the TV. You're sprawled across your sofa, one hand dipped into the large bowl on the coffee table that was half full with popcorn.

You noticed the universal symbol for the lineup to a jump scare, you braced yourself, just in case and just before the killer in the mask jumped out, heavy and loud knocks rattled your door and you yelp in surprise. A hand on your heart, you take in a sharp intake of air as you recover.

Tut.

You pad to the door and unlock it before opening the it only to be faced by a hoard of soaking wet boys, who burst into your house bowing deeply and rushing out a greeting. You're so shocked that you don't even bother to stop the mad rush.

A familiar presence catches your attention as three boys bundle inside together with hoods up, but one in particular was hiding behind the other two. You feel like you know him, but you can't put the pieces together as he quickly turns the corner to the living room.

You then angrily slam the door as you hear one boy in the distance shout "Wah, popcorn!"

And another, "This film is amazing! She got all this ready for us? She is better than you described man."

You stand in the doorway as the boys pull off their hoodies and jackets and make themselves at home, pressing play on TV and putting their feet up on the coffee table. You look around at each of them, not knowing a single one, until you come across one you definitely know.

Rage enveloped you as dark eyes watched you intently, dripping black hair and clear skin. Wonwoo. You began to march over and he stood instantly, your strides become wider and after what felt like minute to you, you finally reach him and raise your hand to slap him across the face.

Slap.

The room falls silent, your palm is now stinging and burning and tears fill your eyes. Wonwoo doesn't raise his eyes from the floor, he just holds his reddened cheek and hangs his head in shame.

You can feel your entire body shaking as the memories of the heartbreak you went through comes back to you and you feel cold, wet hands take up one of yours. You snatch it away as if his touch scolded you and you stumbled back a few steps before sitting on the small brown coffee table and burying your face into you oversized jumper sleeves.

"I thought you said she was you girlfriend?"

"Well... She was... A year ago."

A chorus of moans filled the room as you sat in silence, head i hands and your mind racing. A wet pair of arms pulled you up into a tight hug, and you felt defeated so you couldn't be bothered to resist, however you didn't hug back. You could hear sniffling and felt drops of water run over your collarbone and under your shirt, so you pushed him away.

You looked around you at the pissed off, but slightly hopeful faces. You walk out without a word, raising suspicion, but you return a few minutes later to the room full of whispering boys with a bunch of clean, colorful towels.

"Are you expecting to stay the night?" You ask plainly.

You look at everyone but Wonwoo and the crowd nods in unison after looking around at each other. You place the high piles of towels on the table and quickly count the number of people and mentally work out sleeping places whilst rubbing your temple.

"I'll sort out blankets, I have a spare room with bunk beds and a double bed, a blow up bed and the sofas. Take your pick, I'll go get some blankets..."

You turn to leave but someone grabs your wrist and spins you back round, intense, puffy red eyes. You pull out of his grip and stand, waiting for him to explain himself, to answer all the questions he had ignored when he called it off. But he doesn't, so you shrug and make your way to your own bedroom.

You stand on your tip toes, attempting to put down the last remaining blankets but a warm body presses against your back and pulls them down for you. Wonwoo of course. You reach for the blankets but he moves them, you try again but he does the same thing.

"Forgive me." He says whilst holding the blankets out of reach and looking down at you.

You scoff as you jump and tear the blankets away from him, "You're a funny guy."

He falls forward, banging the palms of his hands against the wall either side of your head, caging you in and lowering his own head. You feel his hot breaths crawl across your cheek as you turn your head away from him.

"I made a mistake, the biggest mistake of my life... Please y/n..." His voice catches in his throat.

"Then live with it, like I have for the past year..."

A single tear escapes and drips down your cheek before you jog down the stairs, leaving Wonwoo alone and speechless. Truthfully though, your heart is aching and your chest feels as though you have an anchor on top of it.