A curse called love {complete}

~chapter 5~

{warning: trigger warning!! To readers who are easily triggered, please skip this chapter or stop reading once you reach the '•' thank you}

Wonwoo sat in the sitting room, dressed in black jeans and a navy blue hoodie, his eyes flicking from the clock that hung on the wall to the front door. It was 4:58pm so mingyu should be arriving soon. It would be an understatement to say wonwoo was excited, the boy was overjoyed, ecstatic, thrilled, the list could go on and on for how he felt.

Wonwoo was so preoccupied with watching the time and the door that he didn't even notice his mother approaching him until her fingers began to comb through his messy black hair, trying to fix it to look the way she wished. "Eomma!" The boy whined like a small boy, swatting at his mothers hands as he uttered the phrase "omo" under his breath. "I just want my little boy to look nice for when he goes out with his friends" the woman said with a smile, moving his bangs from his face.

Wonwoo loved his mother dearly, she was the one who always stood by him no matter what. She brightened his day when he was down and he couldn't imagine life without her. But she could be a pain in his backside at times, always treating him as though he was still a small child when in fact, wonwoo was 19 so he was no longer a child. But to his mother he was always going to be her little boy.

With a sigh, wonwoo sat still and let his mother fix his hair. There was no point in arguing with the woman, she would always win. So, he would simply mess it back up once he got out with mingyu. It didn't take his mother long to fix his hair, stepping back as she looked down at her beloved son. "Cutie" she let out a small laugh as she poked her sons nose, a groan leaving his lips. "Can you please leave me be now? Mingyu should be here any minute now" wonwoo said and his mother nodded her head softly, just glad that he was leaving the house for once.

Wonwoo went back to watching the time and the door. Mingyu had said five o'clock sharp yet it was five past five already, so mingyu was five minutes late. Maybe wonwoo shouldn't worry, after all, he was only five minutes late. But as the minutes ticked by, wonwoo began to realise that maybe mingyu wasn't coming after all. It was six o'clock when wonwoo excepted that mingyu wasn't coming, letting out a deep, saddened sigh as he slumped back into the sofa.

"Oh honey" wonwoos mothers voice sounded from the kitchen causing wonwoo to look up at his mother, who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "Maybe he's just running late" the woman said in hopes of cheering her son up, but it didn't. "He's an hour late, mum...he's not coming" wonwoo sighed, pushing himself to his feet. "I'm going to my room, I don't want any tea tonight" he said as he left the sitting room to retreat to the safety and comfort of his room.

Wonwoo did what he always does when he felt sad, depressed or simply like giving up; he wrote in his diary. He sat down on his bed and picked his diary up from the bedside cabinet, grabbing his pen as he flicked to a new page.

Dear diary

I was really looking forward to going out with mingyu yet he didn't turn up...he didn't even reply to my text messages or answer his phone! Like what the hell! Why is he doing this to me? I'm meant to be his boyfriend, the boy he likes, the boy he cares about, yet he's just ditched me without even saying way. The least he could of done was send me a simple text saying he couldn't make it, not leaving me waiting like a fool by the door for an hour!

.......maybe he doesn't like me......maybe I'm just a toy......

Wonwoo pushed his diary away, tears rolling down his cheeks ass he pulled his legs up to his chest. The thought of mingyu not liking him or just toying with him hurt. It hurt a lot! He cared so deeply about the boy, he had for so long and now he finally had the boy to himself, he was beginning to think mingyu didn't like him.

•Wonwoo slowly stood from his bed, small sobs leaving his shaking form as he made his way to the door, opening it quickly and leaving the room. He made his way to the bathroom, stumbling over his feet a couple of times due to his vision being blurred by his tears. When the teen reached the bathroom, he walked to the sink, one hand gripping hold of the White bowl in front of him while the other opened the small medicine press above the sink. He frantically searched for the one thing that could stop the pain that he was feeling, only to replace it with a new kind of pain. But any pain was better then the pain he was feeling because of mingyu.

When wonwoo finally found his dad's razor, he closed the press and sat down on the toilet seat. His dad's razor was what he had started using when his mother had noticed her razors being snapped and the blades missing, with his fathers you could simply slide the blades in and out so no one would know. And that's what he did, fiddling with the small object till he slid one of the two blades out, placing the razor on the side.

What are you doing, wonwoo? You've been clean for a month, don't mess it up now. How do you know mingyu could make it because of some situation he was in?

Wonwoo frowned at the voice in his head, hating how it was always so logical and could never let him just do what he wanted. Though this voice wasn't always there, only when he was going to do something rash.

You have the opportunity to question him tomorrow, why ruin your hard work when this opportunity is only a few hours away?

Wonwoo sighed in defeat, the voice was right. He was a month clean and to throw all that down the drain because of mingyu never turning up was stupid and rash. Picking the razor back up, he slipped the blade back in and returned it to its original place in the medicine press, heading back to his room to sleep off the pain and temptation.