UNdeserving(ATEEZ Fanfiction)

Part 3

Y/N POV

-You skidded to a stop when you spotted wooyoung standing in front of the bus stop, staring straight ahead with his hands in his pocket. He didn't motion any acknowledgment when you walked over to stand next to him
- After a couple of dragging minutes-
- "Why did you do that..."
- Huh? You look up at him with surprised confusion.  He took the words you wanted to ask him out of your mouth. Before you could respond with anything, the public transport wheeled in and wooyoung immediately stalked off into it without looking back to see if you were following him
- He took an empty seat near the window.  You sense his fumes and decide its reasonable and best to take a another vacant seat, ignoring the empty seat next to him.
- Seconds later you feel his hot frame press against you as he sits on the seat next to you, arms crossed, refusing to look at you
- You stare at his fuming figure for a minute or two waiting for him to turn and acknowledge you. Defeated, you turn towards the window

- You couldn't bear it any longer. The bus ride was far from your house and this silent treatment was eating into your soul.
- You turn around to declare your feelings but you find him staring at you already
- His expression confused you. His eyebrows were knit together as if he was trying to piece together a puzzle or solve an ambiguous quiz
- "Wooyoung..."- you say
- He lifts his eyebrow waiting for you to say something
- But you don't
- You cant
- Your heart was beating rapidly upon his gaze...why?
- He suddenly uncrosses his arms and gets up from his seat. You look up to notice that during your prolonged staring session the bus had come to a stop and people were already getting up to leave
- "Wooyoung wait!"- you clumsily get up, nearly tripping, and trail after him so you don't lose him.

- "Wait! Wait UP wooyoung! Can you stop being so difficuLt!"- you exclaim, exasperated
- He skids to a stop and sharply turns around
- "Difficult? Do you even know how abSURD that sounds coming from you?"- he barely contains his anger when spitting those cutting words
- "Um....."- you try to stall, hesitant on how to reply without fueling his built-up anger
- "No, you know what. I'm not anymore normal.  I've been chasing after the same girl for 5 years"- he almost inaudibly pondered back before you could respond and starts walking his way again
- "Wha- wait. Why did we get off here wooyoung this is your place-"
- "Oh my god y/n, get a grip. You don't even have a house- unless you want me to take you back to San's apartment"- he snarled back down at you
- You cowered and pouted at his remark.  But he was right.  You have come to depend on San for all this time you guys had been together- where were you to go now?

WOOYOUNGS POV

- He felt like sh*t for coming at y/n like that, but he felt as if he was about to go out of his mind if he kept it in any longer
- What did she see in San that he didn't have?
- What does she STILL see in him?
- He ached to ask these questions directly to her balled up figure which was lounging on the couch, sitting in criss-cross, and fiddling with her fingers nervously
- But all he did was stare
- All he ever did was f**ken stare
- That's it
- That's f**ken why.
- "What do you think of me-"
- "Do you think San will be alright?"- she talked over him, without hearing his potential confession
- With an exasperated growl, he got up and stalked off to his bedroom, leaving y/n staring at him with wide-eyed confusion
- What did he f**ken expect? While he's thinking of her shes thinking of that d**che in the same way.  It made him want to vomit. He gripped his hair maniacally as if to pull it out.
- "Wooyoung...?"
- He turned around to find y/n staring up at him with her round, innocent eyes.  She was inches away from him and he could feel her breathing against his chest
- His pupils dilated.  He needed to distance himself before he makes a wrong mov-
- She moved closer, thinning the gap between them and reached up to his face, to his hands, to stop him from pulling his hair
- Without thought, he grabbed her approaching hand and pulled her sweater's sleeve above it to suppress her hands from protesting- letting out a loud and startled gasp from her
- He swiftly picked her off her feet and harshly- not enough to hurt her- slammed her on the top of his wooden dresser.  Breathing heavily and audibly, with an urgency he pressed his body in between her legs, his eyes not leaving hers the whole time
- She tried to protest with her remaining hand, which he too skillfully trapped in her sleeve once again.  He held both her hands together, in front of him
- Her eyes were staring back at him.  Scared...no confused...no...what was that expression on her face?  He became increasingly irritated as he couldn't read her face
- Her lips were parted on the verge of protest, but that's all it took. As soon as his eyes set on those parted lips...

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