Soulmates

[Woosan] 004

San

I met Wooyoung in the living room, the rest of the members lounging around talking. But I needed to get something things dealt with.

"Wooyoung." I called his name.

He looked up, his smile falling once he saw me, immediately replaced with worry. "Yeah?" He asked hesitantly.

"Can we talk?" I asked, gesturing for his room so we could have some privacy.

He gave me untrusting eyes and I couldn't blame him after the shit I pulled on him that day. I hard seriously hurt him by walking out like I did.

Again with his hesitancy, he stood up and went down the hall. None of the members focused on it too long. They knew we had our issues and there was a tension between us recently, but decided to stay out of it.

He left his door open, seeming unsure whether or not he should shut it or not. I answered the question he had by shutting it for him, then I turned to him.

"What, San?" He said, his voice still holding the same bitter tone.

"I want to see it." I said firmly.

I couldn't explain how confused I was by the whole situation. And it wasn't because I was disgusted or appalled that he did something like this, it was because I wasn't. And that was more confusing then anything. I wish I knew what I felt about this so I could come to him, sure or myself, and sure what the next step that we needed to take was. I had no clue, though. It was driving me insane.

"See what?" He asked, playing dumb. I scowled at him. He knew damn well what I wanted to see. "Can we just skip this, please? I don't need to be shamed. It's hard enough to deal with on my own. You don't think I'm embarrassed and disgusted by myself as well?"

"Wooyoung." I said, placing my hands on his shoulders. I didn't miss the surprised glint in his eyes. "Stop. I just want to see the box."

He pouted, genuinely frustrated but moved away from my touch, going to grab the shoebox he kept beside his bed. Reluctantly he put it in front of me then moved as far away from it as he could, like it would hurt him.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself before I flipped the lid.

Sitting at the very top was a picture of myself that I didn't even recognize. I knew it was after a concert though, obvious by the outfit I was wearing and the sweat the was beading down my face. I was smirking at the camera, a crazy look in my eyes. No doubt after performing Hala Hala.

I wondered if he took the picture, and I was just so tired and out of it that I couldn't remember. It wasn't unusual for Wooyoung to casually snap pictures of the members. He usually did it for me during or after a concert. I never thought anything of it, but now I wondered his intention behind these pictures.

I couldn't help but wonder if this was the picture he used. Maybe that's why it was sitting on the top in a picture frame.

I reached down to pick it up but stopped myself. "You clean this stuff, right?"

His face morphed into slight anger as he regarded me, "Yes."

I hit a nerve.