@_wmnc1: pov: you and kang woo-young hated each other. not the fake kind of hate. the real kind. the kind where teachers refused to pair you together because someone always ended up arguing. “move.” “make me.” “gladly.” “try it.” the rest of the class would quietly leave the room. you'd called him insufferable more times than you could count. he'd called you uptight just as often. if someone asked for one person you couldn't stand his name was always your answer. and apparently, yours was his. so when the end of term party rolled around, avoiding him was your only goal. music blasted through the warehouse. lights flashed red, blue, red, blue. students shouted over each other, laughing as the room blurred into organised chaos. it felt unreal. you were halfway to the exit when someone grabbed your wrist. hard enough to stop you. “oi.” you spun around. woo-young. his hoodie was half unzipped. his hair was a mess. his eyes unfocused. he looked completely wasted. you frowned immediately. “let go.” instead, he looked at your hand like he'd only just realised he was holding it. “…right.” he let go. “you're drunk.” “probably.” “go bother someone else.” you stepped around him. he stepped in front of you again. “seriously?” “stay.” you laughed. “i'd rather not.” he was quiet. too quiet. then he muttered, “you're always leaving.” you frowned. “what?” “every time i look for you…” his words were slow, slurred. “…you're gone.” you blinked. “why would you be looking for me?” he frowned. like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “…because it's you.” silence. the music suddenly felt miles away. you stared at him. “what did you just say?” he rubbed a hand over his face. “forget it.” “no.” “forget it.” “woo-young.” he looked at you. really looked at you. his usual cold expression had disappeared. all that was left was someone who looked completely exhausted. “do you know how annoying you are?” you scoffed. “finally, something that makes sense.” “because no matter how much i try…” he laughed bitterly. “…i can't stop looking at you.” your heart stopped. “…you're joking.” “wish i was.” he looked down at the floor. “thought if you hated me…” another laugh. “…at least you'd remember me.” the world seemed to tilt. all those arguments. all those petty fights. all those stupid reasons he'd found to speak to you. you'd thought he despised you. “you're lying.” “i've liked you for ages.” he shrugged weakly. “this was definitely not how i planned to tell you.” before you could respond, he suddenly closed his eyes. “…i think i'm going to be sick.” you instinctively grabbed his arm before he stumbled into the wall. he looked down at your hand holding his. then smiled. small. sleepy. “…see?” “…see what?” “you caught me.” for once you had absolutely nothing to say. #fyp #weakhero #pov #kangwooyoung #chawoomin

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