Philophobia || ATEEZ Woosan (COMPLETED)

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"Ah, Wooyoung. You're finally awake." I heard someone say from the doorway as I was rubbing my eyes.

"I- JUNSU?!" I practically shouted and he looked at me like I was crazy. "What am I doing at your house?" I asked and he chuckled, setting down a glass of warm tea on the bedside table next to me.

"Don't be silly, Wooyoung. Did you really forget that easily?" I nodded and began to sit up, suddenly feeling pain in my lower area. "You came over so we could study together for our exam next week."

My memories slowly started to come back to my brain and that's when I realized what had exactly happened.

"You fucking bitch!" I yelled at him, Junsu staring at me in shock.

"What? Why did you just-"

"You fucking raped me!!" I yelled again. Despite the pain, I got out of the bed and put all of my clothes back on, quickly gathering my stuff.

"No I didn't! You fucking TOLD ME that you wanted to do it! So I just did what you told me you wanted. Baby, please don't leave so soon." He begged, trying to get ahold of my hand.

"Don't call me that!" I ripped my hand away from his reach, "I don't want to hear that toxic nickname or my own name come out of your filthy ass mouth ever again! I'm leaving and you sure as hell know that I'm going to call the police on you, you motherfu-"

"You can't call the cops." He said bluntly and I turned around to face him.

"Why not, bitch?" I asked and he stepped closer to me.

"Because if you do, I will send the tape of us having sex together to your mother. We both know that she doesn't know that you are gay. And I know that you don't want to tell her that her only son is gay. So, you can either keep your fucking mouth shut, or I can send this tape to your mother. Now, what will it be, baby?"

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him before I stormed out of his house and got into my car to leave. I definitely didn't want to drive home, so I drove to a friends house instead.

As soon as I got to the house, I rang the door bell and my friend ran to the door, answering it very quickly.

"Wooyoung? What's wrong? Why do you look like you're about to cry?" He asked and I shook my head, walking into his house. "Are you hurt?" He continued to ask questions as I took a seat on his living room couch.

"Yes." I said, my voice hoarse.

"Where?" He asked and I placed a hand where my heart was.

"Aww, come here, Wooyoung." He opened his arms for me and I crawled into them, immediately beginning to sob.

"I-it hurts, Hongjoong. The pain won't go away." I said through my sobs.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, Woo. It's gonna be okay. I'm here." I wrapped my arms around him, my hands tightly holding onto his shirt, not ever wanting to let him go.

"How about we get some ice cream? Will that help you feel better?" He suggested and I looked up at him, nodding. He managed a sad smile and helped me off of the couch.

We were sitting by the bay window inside the ice cream shop, silently eating, when Hongjoong turned to me.

"Woo, what happened? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I just think it might help to rant to someone." Hongjoong told me and I shrugged.

"I don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet, Joong. Sorry..." I said shyly, eating more of my ice cream.

"Don't be. It's alright. Just know that whenever you are ready, I will always be here for you. You know that, right?" He asked and I nodded, looking up at him.