His ex-wife // Jung Wooyoung

ch.18

Breanna's pov

I woke up with a painful hangover, I opened my eyes but shut them straight after, where the merciless Sunbeam shone into my eyes. I feel like my brain is being stomped on by an elephant.

The lovely effects of alcohol was definitely gone and only the nasty ones were left; the taste in the mouth, the splitting ache in my head and the impotence of not being able to clarify my thoughts.

I realized I had been cuddled against Wooyoung, even when I felt like I was dying, it still felt good to have his warmth surround me. Maybe just blankets, yeah, fuck Wooyoung, I have blankets.

I quickly shot up from bed but it soon after, my head was drumming; more pain adding after each beat. I really regret clubbing, the pleasure only lasts for a few hours before you came back to brutal reality and added with a brutal headache.

I dragged my feet to the bathroom, I started at my reflection in the mirror, why am I doing this to myself? {A/n: If you get what it said, I love you guys ❤️} I didn't look too bad, apart from my hair being a mess. I washed my face with cold water, trying to ignore the current drum festival that was going on in my head. I brushed my hair and teeth before removing my clothes to take a shower.

Only then had I realized that I was wearing one of Wooyoung's large shirts, did he change me? That retaranger really doesn't help hangovers, did you know that? Well, neither do horny grown up men.

I stepped into the shower, my toes flinched as they came in contact with the ice cold floor, I let the hot water spray my body, from my hair, to my shoulders, to my hips and then to my toes, relaxing as they ran along my pale skin.

'stay away from me bitch'

I remembered those words clearly, they still managed to make me flinched at the harshness of his voice.

'get the hell out!! You lying worthless gold digger!! Get out of my fucking house!!"

The loudness of his voice still sent shivers down my spine and tears to my eyes, not helping with current headache I was having. It's really sad that the same person who have you so many good memories with, can make you worse ones just as easily. One that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

"Sehun is hot!! How on earth do you not see it!" Jessica yelled, her hair in a tight ponytail and her books on her lap

"He's my cousin" I replied bluntly, internally shuddering at the fact Jessica was completely in love with my cousin

"Kang Yeosang is number two, definitely. He's just so..... handsome"

"Looks don't mean anything, Jessica. Like how many girls has he been in bed with? Huh? He can kiss my ass." I said as I continue to read my book. Relaxed the perfect moment, the weather was beautiful and I sat under a tree, thankful of the sheet was providing, while Jessica made list 'The Hottest Guys' in the university.

"What about Park Jimin? Do you like him?" Jessica asked. "He's gay Jessica."

"Oh, i know, Jung Wooyoung, c'mon Breanna. I know you can't resist him. He's fucking sexy." I shrugged, trying to stop the blushing that was fighting its way to my cheeks. Jung Wooyoung, I don't know what everyone found interesting about him, apart from the fact he was good looking.

He was sweet I guess, who am I kidding? He was such a sweetheart. There were no rumors of being a womanizer or a player. He did get in a lot of relationships though. The time we were partners in history, I started to realize things, the way he wasn't really impatient with me with me or the fact he just makes my heart flutter at small friendly gestures.

I was kind of popular, Jessica was cheer captain and she forced me to try out, {A/N: if you watched Riverdale season 1, you'll understand}, even if I didn't want to and I got in. I liked to keep my grades up, read, go outdoors and so forth, but I never really cared about the news and things like that.

Jessica suddenly rose to her feet and left, and I was going to follow her, being her closet friend and all but stopped getting up when someone had taken her stop under the tree. Looking to my right, I found myself getting list in the eyes of Jung fucking Wooyoung.

I found tears leaving my eyes and blending in with the showers water, I met the man in college. I had tried to get too rid of that memory, that memory in particular and the one where he had asked me to go on a date with him; the memory in which it all began.

My nerves got the best of me and I straightened out my outfit, checking it for the hundredth time in only a minute, I was snapped out of my thought when I heard my doorbell ring and I had ran down the stairs to open it

"Wow, you look..... gorgeous Breanna" Wooyoung breathed out, in his hand was a single Rose and I couldn't help but blush at his compliment, as well as how cute he was being.

"Are ready to go?" He asked nervously, I nodded and followed him to his car. His very expensive car. I was shocked and he opened the front door for me.

Honestly, crying was making this hangover a lot worse. Only when I had slowly shampoo my hair and cleaned my body, I came out of the shower and wrapped myself up in a towel. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to ease the pain but had no success.

I found that Wooyoung was not in bed anymore and I changed into a Black t-shirt and white gym shorts. I slowly went downstairs to see Jennie and Jaehyun already eating breakfast and Wooyoung telling them a funny joke. When he noticed me he came over to me and kissed me on the forehead lightly, i didn't retaliate since kids were watching.

"Hangover soup is in the microwave" he whispered, I tried to ignore my heart fluterring and walked to the kitchen too receive my soup. I sat at the table after kissing Jaehyun and Jennie on the head. I drank my soup in silence, not wanting to speak at the moment and just listening to Jennie's talk about school and then Jaehyun complaining about it.

After finishing the soup, I decided to wash the bowl in the sink and I heard footsteps behind me, "let me do it" Wooyoung asked

"No, it's my soup" i refused and I squeezed my eyes shut again. Wooyoung took the blow from me, "and I made it, you need to rest. I've got everything under control" he insisted.

I've never really seen him so...nice. the last time I had was four years ago before the 'incident'.

But I still love him. Please Breanna, stop loving him.