-creds to my unnie: the girl who I dedicated this one-shot to-
Kim Mingyu x Jeon Wonwoo (Meanie)
Wonwoo heaved a sigh as he walked back to the dorm. His palm was stinging with pain as he held the rose tightly in his fist, ignoring the thorns that were cutting through his skin. He deserved it, he thought. He deserved the pain.
The dorm was unusually quiet since most of the members went back to their hometowns since they were given a break after their tiring schedules. Only a few were left at the dorm, Jun and Minghao decided to spend their Christmas together since they couldn't go home.
Wonwoo wasn't sure how many members stayed, but he entered the dorm quietly. Jun and Minghao were probably out somewhere together, since their shoes were nowhere to be seen.
'It's not fair,' Wonwoo thought.
How could Seungcheol tell Mingyu and him to stop their feelings towards each other, but let Jun and Minghao slide? Was it because Seungcheol thought they were having a brotherly relationship? Of course not. China Line made it pretty obvious—Jun sneaking a kiss to Minghao whenever the members weren't looking.
And its not like they're the only ones having an affair—Seungcheol doesn't know what Jeonghan and the so-called 'Holy Church Oppa' does behind his back.
Wonwoo entered his room that he shared with another three random members. The rose he held was thrown onto the bed, and he left the room to head to the bathroom to clean his wounds.
He let the water run, and slowly placed his hand under the running water. Hissing at the pain, Wonwoo quickly turned the tap off and wiped his hands, putting bandages on the scratched parts of his palm.
"Wonwoo?" A voice called.
I'm fucked up.
"What is this?" Choi Seungcheol—the leader who was very concerned about their relationship—came out of Wonwoo's room with the half dented rose in his hand. The younger scoffed.
"I thought I told you to stop accepting his gifts, Wonwoo." The leader says, a strict tone in his voice. Wonwoo walked past him and went back inside his room.
"So what was I supposed to do? Throw that away?" Wonwoo asks, furiously searching through his closet for his things "that rose costs fucking two thousand won; Mingyu spent all his fucking money on it."
Seungcheol sighs, "Then you should tell him to stop giving you gifts." The older remarked, placing the white rose on Wonwoo's bed.
Wonwoo clenched his fists.
"I did."
"What?"
"I did, hyung. Even more than that. I let him go. I sacrificed what I treasured most for all of us. Are you happy now that we did as you told?"
Or perhaps it was just me who did, Wonwoo murmured in his head.
Seungcheol wasn't quite sure what reaction he should give. Indeed, he was pleased that his donsaeng finally listened to what he said. But deep inside he felt hurt too—knowing how much Wonwoo loved Mingyu, and being forced to let go.
"Wonwoo, listen, I know you're having a hard time, but hey, you can talk to me about it, we'll talk it out slowly-"
"What is there to talk about, hyung? Everything's over. I finally moved on. Shouldn't you be happy for me?" Wonwoo shut his closet, he found himself packing a few sweaters and socks into his small suitcase without even thinking.
