Sweet Amnesia | Wonho ✔️

25.

• Wonho •

Anxious feet tapping and the dimmed lighting of the bar made my heart restless. Every pair of eyes or body that walked passed by would tick me off for no actual reason, setting myself on defense as I protectively glared to alarm them,

Blame it all on the alcohol.

It had been the worst week. Nobody talked to me, some tried but I pushed them away and the others? I saw how their eyes looked at me differently, judging constantly on my every move. Funny, even my manager at the coffee shop suggested me to take some time off via text. Lack of human contact any longer might actually kill me.

Sitting on a creaking wooden chair while eyes kept flickering from the entrance to the half-filled glass containing soju. It was 9:44 P.M. and he was 14 minutes late.

"That bastard better come." Swallowing the liquor down my throat, I hissed at the bitter taste. A dark brown haired faintly appeared and foosteps were heard approaching towards where I was sitting. His clothes stood out, grey hoodie under a red-and-black flannel shirt, along with his blue jeans topped with old-skool Vans sneakers.

He was sure of his way, I didn't even need to wave or anything as he just approached me, pulled the chair and sat in front of me with his typical smug face. Straightening the way I sat, I cleared my throat and got a good look at the one I resented the most.

"You're late."

"I didn't say I would come." Looking at his cheekbones, I was certain he had lost some weight. Hearing at his nonchalant voice, still annoying but resounded weaker than usual.

"But you did."

He sighed, "What do you want, Wonho?"

As he called my name, I could feel my blood boiling and anger ready to erupt, but I held back for a greater cause. "What I want, Kihyun-ssi, is for you to drop the attitude and tell me who the fuck are you."

"You know my name." Kihyun loosened his shoulders and leaned against his chair. Seeing his chuckle, he thought I was some kind of peasant. His stare deemed underestimating and filled with hatred for me. Well, one common interest.

"And that's all I know, that's what almost everybody know but nothing else. I'm aware of how weird you are. Appeared out of nowhere, latching onto Sohee and pretending to be the know-it-all while you mess up all our lives." Placing my arm on the table, I swirled my glass after pouring another shot of soju. "So how about you tell the truth?"

"You're slurring your words, what a mess." I did the same to the empty glass in front of Kihyun and slided it towards him, "No thanks, I don't drink."

"Of course, you don't." Apparently, he saw my smirk as I drank down another glass. His knitted eyebrows indicated he thought I was mocking him. "You're playing the good guy."

"What's that supposed to mean? I can drink, I just choose not to."

"I totally understand." Chuckling a little, I saw the corner of his lips twitching.

Kihyun suddenly took the glass and swallowed it in matter of seconds, he remained calm as he put the glass down. Wiping his mouth casually and shook his head, "You're such an annoying prick. First, you pestered me about wanting to meet, then I sat here no longer than five minutes yet you already accuse me with your blabber mouth at how I invaded your life and Sohee's. Now you mock me for not drinking when I can easily beat you in a drinking game."

"Because you did!" The influence of alcohol began to kick in as I made my voice louder, "Ever since you came into her life, everything falls apart for me. Wrong things keep happening every day like a chain of bad luck. I've been with Sohee since she was born, never once she had mentioned you, I didn't even know you existed until we met at the hospital. It irks me because Sohee was sooo close with you, she laughed and shared things with you-"