stop hurting me | han seung woo

seven

seungwoo

"seungwoo! stop looking at her, who even gives two shits about that bitch. let's go" hayoung grabs my hand, dragging me away from the scene though i couldn't help but look back. i had no choice but to go with hayoung, my number one priority...

"where are you going?" i hear dongpyo shout for afar and me being stupid, i just glance at him, not giving an answer. hayoung yanks me into her car, demanding me to go home with her. i nod and start up the engine while she plays on her phone. as we drive, i still can't get y/n out of my head. what the heck is she doing to me?

y/n

while my brother carries me to a bench, wooseok calls the ambulance. i watch seungwoo disappear from my sight, with hayoung taking him away. at this time, rather than my leg hurting, my heart was instead. he was never gonna give one thought of care for me probably even if i was gone.

"shit you're bleeding a lot. don't worry, the ambulance is going to be here in a few minutes" hangyul informs.

soon, the ambulance takes me away to the hospital, telling me that i've lost too much blood in my leg. they were going to have to transfer some blood into me and stitch up the cut. i knew that was going to be such a pain but i had to get it stitched up anyway. they quickly put me to sleep and the procedure was done in less than two hours.

i woke up with the boys surrounding me, and what surprised me the most was to see seungwoo standing in the back. we accidentally made eye contact and so i quickly shifted my gaze to minhee. he mouthed 'i don't even know why the fuck he is here', while moving circulating his finger around his head, indicating seungwoo was crazy, which made me let out a laugh.

"the doctor said you'll be discharged tomorrow so that they can monitor how you go" dohyun says, playing with my fingers. questionable child. i give him a nod and watch the nurses bring in a small tray of food.

"here, eat this and make sure to drink you're juice so that your energy will come back"

"y/n, we're just going to get some lunch. is that okay?" eunsang asks and i give them an okay. they all walk out the room as i begin to pick up my spoon. now that i think of it, i haven't really eaten at all. i reach for my phone that was laying on the side of the bed and put up a youtube video. after about twenty minutes, the door opens quietly without me realising.

"how are you feeling?" i flinch from the sudden voice with their hand resting on my shoulder. seungwoo? didn't he go with the boys?

"...i-i'm alright" i softly answer him out of confusion. he opens the blanket and randomly observes my leg. he places his hand gently on it and out of reflex, my leg shifted away.

"oh sorry, do i make you un...comfortable?" he asks, lifting his head to meet my eyes. i don't give an exact response, just a small shrug with my eyes searching the room to avoid his gaze. he slowly puts his hand on mine that were resting on my lap.

"i-i'm really sorry. that other time, i didn't mean it. i was being foolish of myself and i didn't think my words would affect you that much. i don't know why i said those words to someone as gentle as you. actually no, i'm sorry about everything, from the way i treated you and how our friendship drastically changed because of me..." i sat there shocked, no words came out of me. he sat there with his head hanging low.

should i forgive him? so many things were crossing my mind at this very moment that i never knew would happen. i took a sip of the water that was also on the tray to dehydrate myself from what he had just said. his head lifted from its position and stared at me. yeh, now i feel even more uncomfortable.

"i'm not sure what to say, i-"

"then let me make it up to you, please?"

"make it up to me?" he nodded his head. why out of a sudden would he make that suggestion. it took me some time to agree as i was curious as how he would do that. was our friendship coming back.

"can we pretend that none of that has happened and start over?" i don't know why he asked this, i don't think i could ever forget but i said yes anyway. he gave me that warm smile he always has and ruffled my hair. i pouted since everyone knew how much i hated my hair being messed around with and so i punched his arm.

"ow" he winced in pain. my eyes widened, did i hit him hard? i repeatedly apologised and started to massage his arm lightly until he started bursted our laughing.

"i'm joking! HAHAHAHA" he kept teasing me. i turned my back against him and refused to turn back around. he continued to poke me from behind to get me to turn around and i eventually gave up when he began to tickle me.