I was 15 years old when I first met Wooyoung. I am a transferee at that time, planning to spend my last high school year by myself. But well, it didn't go as I planned. A boy just walked straight to where I was sitting at the back of the class. I thought he would say some things, but it made me shocked as he bit me on my shoulders.
"I am Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung, I wish to be your bestfriend." That's what he said after biting my shoulder.
"Why would you do that? It hurts."
"Well, that's my way of saying I want to be close to you."
That is the start of our friendship. Since then, Wooyoung has never left me alone. In all of the pairings, he would automatically come to me, saying we should be partners.
I guess I also grew fond of him, having that bright personality that I never have. He is like a walking ball of sunshine, so bright, so blinding, smiling from cheeks to cheeks, while me? I am a walking statue, having that bitch resting poker face. However, he still calls me an angel, saying how I came like an angel in his life, saving him from sadness.
But if I am the one who saved you? Why would you make me feel as if I'm nothing?
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Just Keep It Up
FanfictionKang Yeosang centric. A story about how Yeosang was replaced but continue to live as if life is not fucking him up.
