𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 || seongsang

XX

I was better now, as compared to how I was feeling about an hour ago.

Almost bordering on the edge of suicidal.

I hated how I instantly let my emotions get to my head so much, instead of learning to control them. But that's what makes me, me, I guess, as Wooyoung says.

And speaking of Wooyoung, my kind-hearted, understanding best friend, he was having a great time with his family.

I was sat with Wooyoung at his family's table, who didn't mind me at all and were really nice people, and Wooyoung's little brother seemed to take a linking to me and kept asking me questions through the note app on his phon and I answered likewise.

Like Wooyoung had promised, there was lots of chocolate cake, and I was sharing a large piece with Wooyoung while he conversed with his mother.

Wooyoung's big brother nudge me with a smile, and I looked up to meet his brown eyes that were identical to his brother's. He passed me his phone.

'How old are you?' The note read.

I typed back 'Eighteen, same as Wooyoung' and returned it to him. Wooyoung had told me all about his brothers who he loved very much. And Wooyoung was surely enjoying today, he looked so happy, an ear-splitting grin on his face as his mother gave him a fon hair ruffle. And he deserved it all.

I sighed wistfully at that, and prodded at my cake. I boredly cast a gaze around at all my hostel-mates having fun with their families, and then my heart skipped a beat as I saw Seonghwa.

He was restocking cupcakes on the one white-closed confectionary table from stray he was holding, looking gorgeous in a waiter outfit, his hair up in a quiff today.

Seonghwa then disappeared back inside, possibly to run another errand, as I dismissed the thought of approaching him to say hi.

He was already too busy.

When before, I had had an almost breakdown, I was hoping for Seonghwa to find and comfort me. It was scary how I wanted to tell him everything about myself, how I already trusted him even though he hadn't given me reason to. Yes, it saddens me, that Seonghwa didn't even know how much I trust him.

Taking a bite of my cake, I looked around again, at the boys in the waiter uniform to spot Seonghwa again, but eyes met with another waiter's as my hand clenched around my fork, instantly losing the little bit of appetite I had just gained after seeing Seonghwa.

Mullet boy was waiting at this party as well, oh joy. I followed Mullet's movements with a narrowed eyes, and as if he had known I was watching him, he walked over to Seonghwa who was holding yet another tray food, and said something to him, making him laugh heartily and punch Mullet's shoulder playfully.

I threw my fork back on the plate with a loud clatter, pushing my chair back as I resolutely stood up. 

I was going to say hi to Seonghwa. And I don't give a fuck if Mullet boy is there too.