Cinderella (Seventeen)

Snakes and Ladders

Chapter Thirty Six

*Hyolyns POV*

"Hyo?" A voice came down the phone. A voice I thought I had specifically said I didn't want to ever hear again. "Hyolyn it's me."

I damn well know who it is.

Rolling my eyes, I pressed end call. I don't want to deal with him. I thought I had made that quite clear the last time.

Earning a confused look from Hansol who was sat across from me in this sort of empty dorm (the performance unit were dancing and the vocal unit were singing... The other unit was here but Wonwoo is still awol.)

"Take a wild guess," I clicked my tongue flopping onto the sofa. Hearing a distasteful grunt from behind me I sat up.

"He is our dad Hyo, maybe we should hear whatever it is he has to say. He's been bugging us none stop for a week," he made a point.

But I can't.

I won't. No way.

"Here," Seungcheol came into the living room with a mug of hot chocolate, handing it over. "Is uh... Is everything alright?" He asked, biting his lip in fear a little.

"Everything is fine," I sighed. "Thank you," I raised the mug and he smiled in content sitting beside me, moulding and becoming one with the sofa.

"You should think about hearing him out though," Mingyu appeared behind us.

"Go take selfies with Wonwoo Mingyu," I slapped his head away while he was laughing, but then he looked around.

"Is he still not back yet?" He bit his lip. Again, fear in his eyes. Okay. What does he know that I don't.

"Mingyu you better start talking right now otherwise go-," I was cut off by the door opening, revealing a tired and annoyed looking Wonwoo.

"I'm going to bed," was all that left his mouth. Walking through the dorm, the bedroom door slammed shut. A faint slam of things being thrown around could be heard.

Raising a brow to Minyu, he gulped.

"He went to see his dad," he revealed.

"Do you think I should give him some space?" I bit my lip, looking back over to the door.

"I think it would be for the best," Seungcheol sat forward. "Let him calm down for a bit," a gentle smile rested on his face.

*Wonwoo's POV*

I just needed to punch the shit out of something right now. This pillow is not giving the satisfaction needed. Maybe his face would have been better.

/flashback... like an hour/

"Son," he stood at the table at the small cafe he so desperately wanted me to meet him at.

Sitting down without a word, I let him pay for me a coffee. It's the most he's done in a decade.

"So, how's life?" I snorted. How's life? How does he even have the balls to ask me that.

"Great. Amazing," I sipped my coffee.

"And... I hear you have a girlfriend?" I stiffened. How does he know?

How does he know about Hyolyn?

I swear. If he so much as lays-

"Is she pretty?" Giving him 'the eyebrow' I looked down. I can't help but smile every time her face comes into my head.

And that's like, every 20 seconds.

Aside from when Woozi is threatening us. Then it's like, maybe every 4 minutes when I'm not fearing for my life.