HIDDEN | One
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This little piece right here is the first part of a mini series I’m planning. The first sentences are part of a writing prompt that I found (I needed help to get out of my writer’s block) and so this came out. I hope you like it, and please stay tuned for more.
Synopsis: Food poisoning is one of the worst things ever, and on the night you couldn’t stop throwing up, you needed your best-friend to be there for you. The problem is… he didn’t even come looking for you until the next day.
Warning: There will be violence, cursing, and smut in future chapters.
“I hate you,” you spat.
“Okay, okay, reasonable, but have you considered this… I’m awesome,” he said, with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.
“I hate you even more now.”
He pushed your shoulder and whined. “Come on! I’m not that bad, at least you should be proud to have a celebrity as your best-friend. And a good-looking celebrity at that.”
“Best-friend, my ass. You’re the most stuck up, most self-centered person I’ve ever met!” You stood up from your seat in the leather couch and grabbed your purse and keys. You were ready to run for it, you didn’t want to see his face any longer. He disappointed you and left you alone when you needed him the most. Then, he was brave enough to have a pleasant conversation with you like nothing happened at all.
“Stop!” He said, all of the joking now dropped. “Don’t walk through that door.”
He sighed, taking his head in his hands. He scratched the nape of his neck and when he finally looked up, his expression turned somber.
“Look, I admit it, okay? I wasn’t there and I should’ve been.” He stood up, walking towards you. “I’m sorry you had to take yourself to the hospital and that I wasn’t even able to answer my phone.” His eyes turned red and you could see they were bothering him. He was on the edge of tears, but he swallowed the tightness that was quickly taking over his throat. “Trust me, it hurts me to think that you had walk alone and have doctors put needles in your arms, without me being there, holding your hand to make sure everything was okay.”
It was your turn. Your eyes began to sting at the memory.
It’s winter, yet you had to put on your own coat and leave the house at 2:00AM in the morning, because you couldn’t stop throwing up. You were dizzy, weak, the remainders of yesterday’s pizza was quickly coming up your throat and for three times in a row, you tried to take it all out of your system. By the fourth attempt, you decided that it was too much, you were too dehydrated and you could feel it. Your hands were shaking, but it wasn’t from the cold. Your chest and head were throbbing and everything was spinning. Your body felt too light, and you knew that it wasn’t right. So, you did what any person would do and tried to call your one and only friend, Wonho. You needed help, but when he didn’t respond, you began to cry out of frustration and just called a cab to pick you up.
A tear ran down and you cursed yourself for letting it fall in front of him. “What was so important, Wonho? Huh? Were you really that deep in your sleep? Or where you out? Where were you? Why didn’t you even glanced at your screen?!” You shouted, but you were crying by now and you were so mad at yourself for breaking down like this.
He said your name in a whisper and he raised his hand to your cheek, cleaning the tears that were falling. You pushed his chest, he took a step back.
“D-Don’t touch m-me.”
“You’re too late now, Wonho. I’m hurt, and I needed you by my side.”
“I know, I know… But please, (Y/N) trust me!” Seeing you cry in front of him, broke the last strength he had for him to remain composed. He began to let his tears fall and his voice was calling in desperation. “If I would’ve been able run to you at that moment, I would’ve done it in a blink of eye. You have to trust me, (Y/N). You have to trust that I didn’t ignore you.” He took both of your hands in his, and brought your knuckles to his lips. “Please…”
You looked down to his actions, and for some reason you didn’t reject it. You didn’t reject his affection and you were beginning to feel odd. However, you brushed it off and focused on the problem at hand. “Then what was so important, Wonho? Why couldn’t you come to me?”
He didn’t say anything. He just kept kissing your knuckles, giving you complete silence.
“Ah… is this how’s it’s going to be? You’re keeping secrets from me now? When did you begin to do that? We promised each other that—”
“We will never keep secrets from one another,” he finished. “I know.”
“Then why? What aren’t you telling me?” Through your tears, you were searching for an answer in his eyes, but you didn’t find any.
He let go of one of your hands and cupped the side of your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. “Please, trust me. You know me well enough to know that I would never do that to you. I will never abandon you, (Y/N).”
“Then wh-” He didn’t give you time to finish that thought, because the hand that was on your cheek, ran down your neck and pulled your face in front of his. His lips locked with yours and all the air you had in you to fight him, was taken away from your lungs.
+ to be continued +