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you’re the one that i want (part 15)

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angst

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“y/n, can you clean that table off?

you look over at your coworker perched up on the counter casually, dimply smile looking at you pleadingly and you have half the mind to whip him with the white rag you’re holding.

“oh? and what exactly are you too busy doing?”

“i have arthritis. my weary bones need a rest.”

you let out a small laugh as you roll your eyes, deciding to hit his leg playfully before making your way over to the tables. you hear the boy’s whines as you wipe down the table, giggling to yourself at the way he becomes more and more dramatic every day.

“do you want a cupcake for your hard work?”

you’d been working at the cafe for about a month now, you and your coworker san quickly becoming close friends. 

he had recognized you from school when you first walked in, turning his head to the side and asking if you were in the same lunch; you’d been so flustered you hadn’t noticed anyone or anything else that day, just the crippling anxiety and panic that took over you with seonghwa and his friend’s eyes on you.

“what?” you asked, fidgeting nervously at the way he looks at you. his eyes drop to your hands and he raises his arms defensively.

“not a creepy stalker, i just noticed you at lunch today. you were talking to...” he sees your face drop at who he’s about to mention and quickly changes tactics; it’d been obvious something was going on between you and his old group of friends, he just wasn’t sure what.

“i saw you talking to people. also never recognized you so i assumed you’re new.”

“oh, yeah. i am,” you say quietly, smiling politely and hoping he’ll drop the topic of lunch all together. “my name’s ___.”

“nice to meet you, i’m san,” he says with a happy, bright smile. he told you that his parents owned the cafe and were hesitant to hire another person but he’d convinced them to call you back.

“i get so fucking bored here so hopefully we can be friends,” he told you, jumping up on the counter and offering a cookie to you. you shake your head as a small, flustered laughs leaves you.

“i don’t think i should accept free food, yet.”

san raised an eyebrow at you, already getting a pretty good read on you if your pink cheeks and nervous demeanor wasn’t already a dead giveaway.

“something tells me you won’t ever take it.”

and he’d been absolutely correct. cause you look up from your spot at the table and shake your head at him, your eyes narrowed the way they always are when you deny him pushing free desserts on you.

“more for meee,” he sings happily and you giggle softly, wiping down the other two tables before making your way over to him.

you’d thought it was gonna be hard to open yourself up to someone because of how...well things had started here. but you and san’s friendship had almost been immediate, something about the boy making you feel so calm and at ease.

you could tell he’s loyal to a fault and really cares about people, if they way his parents are is any indication.

they’d welcomed you with open arms and tried to raise your pay within the first two weeks of you working there when they’d gotten the feeling things weren’t right at home; they had overheard a particular nasty phone call that made you so embarrassed you almost quit on the spot.

but you begged that they keep everything the same, that they just pretend like they didn’t hear anything and that you’d prefer to not talk about it; thankfully, they had reluctantly agreed.

“i think you had enough of a break,” you grumble, his eyebrow raising as he stuffs his face with a vanilla cupcake. he’d been sitting here ever since the after school rush died down three hours ago, leaving you both bored with not much to do.

“what do you recommend i do then, y/n?” he quips, your eyes falling to the frosting on his mouth and you smirk; you’re not gonna tell him so if his parents happen to pop in, he’ll be caught red handed.

“gee, i don’t know, maybe stop eating all the produce! or you could clean or-”

“or you could go get me some extra napkins from the back and i’ll refill them.”

your face brightens as you nod your head, detesting the tedious task of sticking napkins into the holder. you make your way into the back quickly before he changes his mind, looking around for the napkins before you hear the familiar sound of the door jingling open.

you peak your head through the glass of the swinging door and feel your eyes widen when you see wooyoung making his way over to the counter, san jumping down and immediately stiffening.

“so why were you talking to wooyoung and all of them that day?”

your head immediately snaps up to look at san when those words leave his mouth, biting down on your lip as a nervous pit settles in your stomach.

it’d been a week since your first day and you hadn’t talked to anyone from that group, including seonghwa; true to your agreement that day, neither of you had even looked at each other and the reminder made your heart sink more and more everyday.

it felt so wrong and bizarre to see him and hear him but not be able to talk to him. his voice and glimpses of him always filling your mind with memories that now just served as a way to make you even more sad. you walked around the halls and sat in class with your head down, the only time you talked or smiled being at lunch with san.

(it was also at those times you missed the way seonghwa’s eyes never left you, something horribly possessive in his chest at the sight of you smiling with san. he had to hold himself back the first day he saw you walk in the cafeteria with his old friend and saw you two sit together. ‘when had that happened?’ he constantly thought, ‘do they have classes together?’ as if he had any right to wonder such things).

san’s question quickly made you frown and shake your head, stuttering out an excuse that they were in your homeroom. he raised an eyebrow and knew there was more to it but didn’t push until he started noticing throughout the weeks seonghwa watching him; the boy hadn’t looked his way once since they’d stopped hanging out with them two years ago.

“look, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he had sweetly and quietly said at lunch one day. “but seonghwa is looking over here like he wants to kill me and he wouldn’t do that for no reason. so...did something...happen between you two, somehow?”

you bite down on your lip at san’s words, pinching your eyebrows together before you dare look over at seonghwa’s table. and sure enough, your gaze meets his and you immediately swallow nervously, his eyes piercing through yours and sending your heart into a chaotic fit.

his facial expression is blank but his eyes hold so much that it makes you snap your head away, feeling your stomach knot even more as you look back at san. the blonde can see the pain swirling in your eyes and it makes him frown, looking back over at seonghwa to see he’s looking down at the table in anger.

“how do you know that?” you asked san quietly. he cocks his head at your words in confusion and you swallow the lump in your throat making it a struggle to speak. “how do you know seonghwa wouldn’t do that no reason?”

and now it’s san’s turn to look uncomfortable, biting the inside of his cheek before licking at the corner of his mouth.

“we...used to be friends,” he says after a few seconds, “i used to be really close with all of them a few years ago.” you watch him look back at the table and you do the same, your eyebrow raising when you notice him and wooyoung make tense, short eye contact.

“none of us are really friends anymore, but i still...know how they are. and i know how seonghwa is. he usually doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything.”

you hear the slight anger in san’s tone and it makes you let out a shaky breath, would’ve never having believed those words if you didn’t experience it yourself. it takes you a few moments but you’re eventually able to meet san’s gaze without tears swarming in your eyes.

“something did happen,” you admit quietly, san’s face softening as he brings himself in closer to hear you out. “but...i’m not ready to talk about it yet, if that’s okay. i just...it just kinda happened and i don’t wanna-”

“y/n, it’s okay,” he says softly, his sweet smile and eyes calming your nerves itching to take over and destroy your day. “you don’t ever have to tell me if you don’t want to. i only asked because i knew something was up. but if you want to, i’ll be here to listen, okay?”

and that was the moment you knew san was gonna be one of your good friends. that he was understanding and patient and just what you needed at this point in your life.

but it was also when you knew talking about his ex-friendships was hard, never delving into the topic again about what happened between all five of them; but you think it had to be something kind of severe, given how tense and uncomfortable the usual happy boy had just become.

you can only stand there and watch, not sure if san would want you to split up the situation or feel embarrassed and flustered at the intrusion. you fiddle with the napkins and stuff on the shelves for a few seconds, watching carefully as wooyoung cocks his head to the side and frowns at the blonde.

you narrow your eyes when san starts shaking his head, his body more and more tense the longer they talk. and then when you see wooyoung raise his hand a few moments later, you feel hot anger course through you and automatically think he’s about to get hit.

so just as you go to charge through the door, san’s body relaxes and wooyoung’s hand never makes contact with his cheek; instead, he wipes at the frosting that was on san’s lip, his eyes following carefully and san’s hand clutching the edge of the counter roughly.

you and wooyoung’s eyes meet through the glass and he immediately pulls his hand away, your cheeks flushing before you burst through the door to make it seem like you weren’t just spying. san lets out a sharp exhale and you smile at him, eyes wary and guarded as you nod your head at wooyoung politely.

the look wooyoung throws at you causes you to drop your eyes nervously, quietly telling san you’ll refill the napkins for him. but he grabs your arm before you can pass him, pulling you into him and you can just feel wooyoung’s eyes burning into you.

“it’s okay, i said i’ll do it, y/n,” he says and despite the tension in the room, his voice is still so sweet and soft.

“o-okay,” you say quietly and san can immediately hear how different and timid your voice gets around another person being here; though it probably has something to do with how fucking awkward it is. “i just...didn’t know if i interrupted something or-”

“i was just leaving,” the dark haired boy says. you look at him and nod your head shortly despite the fact he didn’t get anything. san’s quiet “bye,” is such a foreign tone to your ears you can’t help but be curious about what the hell happened between all of them.

the blonde doesn’t let out a breath until wooyoung is out of the cafe, his body slumping as his hands continue to ground him on the edge of the counter. there’s a few moments of silence and you busy yourself by setting down the napkins awkwardly, taking a seat on the counter as you wait for him to speak.

but he never does and neither do you, his small smile aimed at you before he takes the napkins and refills them. you play with your hands and watch san move around slowly, looking out the window every so often before shaking his head.

you build up the courage to speak in the few minutes it takes him to refill the napkins, that nervous feeling pulling at your stomach before you quietly ask if he’s okay.

“i’m fine,” he says softly, sitting up on the counter across from you before he meets your concerned gaze. you see hurt and confusion and defeat swirling in his brown eyes and it makes a frown appear on your lips, his small “what?” making your heart tug even more.

“nothing,” you say quietly. because you don’t have to tell him he doesn’t look fine, he probably knows it. knows he looks just as bad as he feels and it’s got something to do with wooyoung.

he lets out a sigh and drops his gaze, looking at the tiles on the floor and trying to get the conversation replaying in his mind out.

“did something...bad happen with him? is that why...you’re all not friends anymore?”

you know the question is a risk and that you’re possibly overstepping but maybe he’d feel better if he talked about it. if he knew you were willing to listen and hear him out.

“i guess so, yeah,” he says after a few silent moments, looking up at you to see you watching him carefully. wide-eyed and patient and soft in a way that can even manage to comfort his hurting heart.

you raise your eyebrow and wait for him to continue, nodding your head encouragingly; but just like you, it’s all too much.

“but i’m not ready to talk about it either.”

you look down to hide your sad smile, the similarity in your words from just a few weeks ago making your heart pang. because he’s hurting too and you wouldn’t even know it, the way he’s always been so happy and smiley and playful.

“okay,” you say simply, quietly, with a soft smile. “but when you’re ready, i’ll listen too. if you want.” he smiles back at you with a nod, eyes softly roaming your face in a way that makes your smile grow.

he then jumps off the counter suddenly and lifts the glass container holding chocolate chip cookies. you sigh when he turns around with two, holding one out for you with eyes that are almost demanding you take it.

“san...” you chide warningly but the boy only narrows his eyes and puts it right in your hand.

“eat it. you’re fired if you don’t.”

you let out a giggle and take it with a huff, shaking your head at the boy before biting into the most delicious cookie you’ve ever had in your life.

a few days later, you were walking to lunch the way you always did. your head trained down and eyes on the dirty tiles, looking at the scratches and specks of dirt.

you usually took your time at your locker, preferring when the entrance and lunch line wasn’t swarming with students. you slip into the bathroom and linger at the hand drier before making your way to the cafeteria; it’s the same route you’d taken that first day, when seonghwa made it very clear you guys were gonna be different here.

"was everything a lie? did you lie to me the whole fucking summer? did you even love-"

"no."

your teary eyes widen and it really feels as if your heart breaks. you're looking at him with so pain and agony in your eyes, he finds himself needing to clarify.

"i didn't lie. but summer's over, y/n. you weren't supposed to come back to me here."

you shake your head as the events from last month plague your mind, still a bit in disbelief at the whole situation. that you had the summer you did with him and felt the things you did and he threw it away the second he saw you again. that you really haven’t spoken to one another and are acting like you didn’t say you ‘loved’ each other.

because if he actually loved you, it wouldn’t be so easy for him to-

“y/n.”

your head snaps up when you hear that familiar deep voice, seonghwa leant against the wall just a few feet away from you. you lick your lips nervously, part of you wanting to run back into the bathroom while another holds back angry tears.

he looks as handsome as he always does, dirty blonde hair slicked back and a sliver chain hanging from his neck. his expression is one you can’t really make out, jaw tight and head cocked to the side but his eyes curiously looking over you.

your footsteps are slow as you swallow the lump in your throat, looking at him warily in a way that makes him frown; but what does he expect, really? you had been excited to see him at one point.

“hi.”

he waits until you’re in front of him to look you over again, his eyebrow raising when he sees your hands folded into one another. you don’t like the way he’s looking at you, the way his gaze is softening or how your stupid fragile heart is reacting to it.

“what do you want?” you blurt out.

and despite your quiet tone, there’s a certain bite to it that has him poking his tongue into the side of his cheek, taking a step forward to look down at you; it makes his heart sink, hearing your voice so obviously uncomfortable in his presence.

“to see if you’re okay.”

“i’m fine,” you assure him with a tight smile, your racing heart desperate to get away from him. “now if you’ll excuse me-”

he grabs your arm gently when you try to pass him, your eyes closing when he utters your name softly. his skin is warm against yours and it sends shockwaves through you, ripping your arm away from him as you turn to look at him.

“no, seonghwa,” you say quietly, voice low and shaking but you have to say this. he has to know he can’t just do this, avoid you for a month and then try to talk to you again. make you feel so shitty and hurt and heartbroken but then try to be nice to you when the halls are completely vacant.

words die in his throat when he sees the look on your face, eyes wide and glossy as you shake your head at him.

he’s never felt as shitty as does right now, seeing the light you used to have in your eyes has dimmed. he just wants to reach out and pull you into him, mumble that you did absolutely nothing wrong and that you shouldn’t be sad over someone like him. that he feels guilty and sorry and has been wanting nothing more than to talk to you these past few weeks.

but he doesn’t get the chance because you back away from him when he moves forward, your eyes narrowing at him.

“why are you doing this?” you ask him quietly. “you made it very clear you didn’t want us having a relationship.”

he bites down on his lip as more guilt and frustration take over him, shaking his head as he keeps his eyes on you. the eye contact is so intense and overwhelming for both of you, something so familiar even after weeks of not speaking.

but, now, instead of love, it’s distrust. it’s anger and guilt and confusion and neither of you know what to do right now.

“i never said that, y/n,” he says softly, walking toward you and praying you won’t back away again. “i just...i was surprised to see you and didn’t know how to react. i thought you were gone and that we were-”

“well i was here and you didn’t care,” you say shakily, tears pricking your eyes as your stomach knots. “yo-you looked at me like you didn’t know me and never wanted to talk to me again.”

he looks like he wants to say something, dark eyes burning into you and breath catching in his throat like he’s gonna respond; but after a few seconds, the halls are still silent.

“i’m here, seonghwa. i’m here and you....you don’t care,” you say quietly, voice cracking as your throat becomes tight with emotion.

“that’s not true,” he finally hums lowly, his jaw clenching and eyes flaring; but while he’s getting anger, you’re getting more and more docile. accepting the fact a little bit more everyday that that was the case.

“especially when your friends are around,” you continue quietly. “you did the same thing over the summer. because you’re embarrassed and i don’t blame you but-”

“stop saying that,” he growls, taking your face in his hand suddenly.

you still and your eyes widen at the contact, his touch making your heart jump, both in surprise and longing; it’s been so long and you missed it so much but you know you can’t get used to it.

because if his friends came around the corner right now, you know he’d jump away from you.

you don’t say anything as you try to control your ragged breathing, hesitantly meeting his gaze and you regret it the second you see him. because they’re so dark and desperate, like he’s trying to prove to you that he’s telling the truth.

but yours are teary and sad and completely drained, dropping again when he starts talking.

“i told you i didn’t lie about anything so why are you thinking like that?”

“because what am i supposed to think?” you squeak out brokenly. “you said to call you after my first day and then the second you saw me here, it immediately changed everything.”

and then the words you heard in the cafeteria that day, the ones that have been bothering you since the moment they were said, ring in your head  - “the virgin!”

“and you obviously told them about me,” you say softly, your eyes looking up at him as you swallow the lump in your throat.

he watches as a small tear escapes your eye and can’t help but reach out to wipe it away; but you pull away and wipe it with the back of your hand. “you told them i was a virgin but made sure to clarify that i wasn’t your girlfriend.”

his face pales when you say those words and that’s when you really know it wasn’t just you. that there is obviously something very wrong and different about seonghwa in this environment, around this group of people where he feels the need to mask his true self; if that was his true self, you don’t really know anymore.

“i didn’t mean it like that,” he says but you let out a humorless laugh and shake your head, backing away from him and wanting so badly to run away.

“then how did you mean it?” you ask, feeling the lump in your throat grow bigger as more tears burn the back of your eyes. how are you supposed to believe that? how else would he have meant it? why would he even tell them that in the first place?

your eyes snap back up to his his and he takes your face in his hand again, a frown on his lips as he wipes at the wetness on your cheek.

you don’t even have the strength to move away again, just continue to look at him as you desperately wait for an answer. “why would you tell them that?” you ask quietly when he doesn’t say anything, just continues to hold your face and look into your eyes.

“it just...slipped out, i wasn’t giving them details,” he explains lowly, his voice serious and urgent to explain himself to you. “they noticed we were texting a lot and started fucking with me so i told them-“

“i was the clingy virgin who gave it up to you?”

“god damn it, y/n, no!” he growls and you can hear the frustration in his voice but you can’t quite find it in you to care. “it wasn’t like that.”

“obviously it was,” you say, the defeat and hurt in your voice making it clear you just wanna get far away from him and this conversation. “so let’s just go back to what we’ve been doing and forget it.”

he lets out a huff and tightens his hold on your face, pulling you in closer to him and you let out a shaky exhale when his familiar scent surrounds you.

it’s too much. everything about this is too much.

his hands on you and his voice in your ear and his smell around you. the way he’s telling you the things you wanna hear in hopes that it will maybe make your broken heart not so broken. the way he’s trying to talk to you like he’s the same person who once swore to keep you safe from anyone that’d hurt you.

no,” he mumbles lowly in your ear. “baby, please. i just need you to listen and-“

but you push him away and take three steps back when you hear him call you that, shaking your head as you sniffle and wipe at your cheeks.

he doesn’t get to call you that anymore and remind you of the way things used to be. because your body doesn’t know the difference and your stomach is still fluttering and you shouldn’t feel so fucking hopeful.

“i’m leaving,” you tell him, trying to keep a brave face so you can completely crumble in private. “and please don’t call me that.”

you see his mouth open to say something again when a deep voice calls him, turning around to see wooyoung barreling toward you two. he looks between you and seonghwa with a confused expression, eyebrow raised as his eyes roam back and forth curiously.

you’re not even surprised to see seonghwa’s mouth close shut as he drops his gaze, grunting out “nothing,” when the boy asks him what the hell was taking him so long.

san was up from his seat before you even sat down, seeing you walk through the cafeteria doors with tears in your eyes. he sprang up the second he saw you and guided you outside gently, finding a bench farthest away from the door to talk to you.

“why are you crying?” he asked, “what happened?”

“i hate him,” you whimpered out and san’s soft eyes widen in confusion. you sound so sad and broken and he didn’t think it was possible for you to hate anyone. “i...why did he do this? he said he loved me and lied right to my face and-”

“who?” he asked gently, placing his hand on your back to rub comfortingly.

a tiny whimper leaves your mouth and he shushes you, allowing your head to fall on his shoulder to muffle your cries; he wouldn’t have even known you were crying if he didn’t feel your tears on his shirt.

and when you’re finally able to catch your breath, you tell him everything.

about your summer with seonghwa and how everything started. how he taught you to surf and took you on a dates and helped you when you were sick. how day by day you both seemed to have fallen in love and spent every day together.

it hurt rehashing the memories but your heart soared thinking back to those times, when you were somehow so confident in your relationship and hung onto every word he said.

“but then he saw me on the first day and it was like he saw a ghost,” you tell him quietly, sniffling as you explain the rest to him. “it was obvious he didn’t want me talking to him and i...i don’t know if it’s because of his friends or if it’s because he didn’t like me this whole time but i...” the words get caught in your throat and you can only hide your face in your hands, surprised it took you this long to break down in front of your new friend.

san never stops rubbing your back or listening to you, not ever pushing you to finish your sentence or explain anything more to him.

“i’m just really hurt,” you finally say. “i lo...i love him and i thought he really loved me.”

“he probably did,” san says. you sniffle and wipe your face as you look at the soft, small smile on his face.

and while you know san is extremely empathetic, the pain and emotion behind his eyes is something that immediately throws you off. “he probably does still. i know seonghwa and he’s never one to open up the people. ever. but it seems like he did with you.”

“i thought so, too,” you say sadly, your eyes twinging with confusion. “but then why is he...acting like this? why is he so fine with not talking to me?”

san presses his lips together when he feels his heart pang with hurt, smiling sadly at you before he shrugs his shoulder. “because he probably cares too much about what people would think,” he says, his voice holding a certain kind of sadness and seriousness. “about what his friends or other people would say and how it’d make him look.”

you bite down on your lip as you process his words, nodding your head because that all makes sense, you guess. he didn’t wanna be the cool boy who came back to school with a girlfriend who was supposed to live miles away. who he was only gonna be able to talk on the phone with or facetime until it was summer again and he-

“that’s kind of why i’m not friends with them anymore.”

you look over at san’s quiet confession, your eyebrow raising as you press your lips together. and something in your face must make san feel at ease because then he starts talking.

shares that a few summers ago, after he found out seonghwa also started selling drugs around here, he’d immediately showed his dislike. tried to talk him out of it and get him to stop but the boys had somewhat revolted. told him that no one was getting hurt and that they were careful so what was the big deal?

and then that sent them on a downward spiral of using and dating and falling into all sorts of bad habits san didn’t wanna get himself in at such a young age. he couldn’t do that to himself or his parents so he distanced himself away from them until they called him out.

told him that if he was gonna be a pussy, they didn’t want anything to do with him.

“but then me and wooyoung started talking again. we’d been best friends since elementary school and losing him had been hardest on me, honestly.” you nod your head with a small frown on your face, watching and listening intently.

(so intently, you both miss the way two pairs of eyes have been watching you talk from the window. your small frowns and broken demeanor secretly making both of them feel like absolute shit).

“are you guys still close?” you ask him gently. “i...since he came in the other day, i figured you were. but things had seemed...tense, so...” san lets out a quiet sigh, shrugging his shoulders before meeting your gaze.

he doesn’t go too much into what exactly happened between him and wooyoung, just said, similar to you and seonghwa, they’d gotten close one summer and spent every day together since the rest of them were away on vacation.

the look in his eye didn’t make it hard to miss just what happened between them. what kind of change went on in their relationship that completed shifted the dynamic; but once seonghwa and them returned, it ended as quickly as it started.

san tells you how wooyoung won’t talk to him unless he’s alone, that he won’t even look his way or acknowledge him around his friends; and that, at first, he thought the same things you did. that he didn’t actually value their relationship or was embarrassed of him.

but he saw overtime that he did care for him.

he saw it in the way he looked at him when no one was around and how he still remembered every single little detail about him. how he kept all of their stupid little gifts and presents from one another and never seemed to forget anything about that summer together.

“i think they’re just scared for people to see them so different,” san tells you. “and that doesn’t make it right, we deserve to be angry and upset with them. but we also shouldn’t think it has anything to do with us.”

you let out a sigh, your head pounding from this conversation and the emotional toll reliving those two months has on you. you knew you and san were gonna be good friends but you didn’t know you’d be able to relate to each other so much, find solace in the fact that maybe the problem isn’t both of you but other people.

“boys suck.”

san lets out a cute giggle, his dimples poking out of his face and immediately bringing a smile to your face; he’s the type of person who has a contagious happiness, needing to smile or laugh when you’re in the presence of him doing it.

and you really need that right now as you both walk into the cafeteria, both of you sighing in relief when you notice their table is empty. you’re able to spend the rest of the lunch eating and giggling softly together, steering clear of any more talk about stupid bad boys or summer vacations.

(part 16)