Salty Tears; Chapter 5

salty tears; chapter 5

genre; angst and jealousy

warning! cussing

“seonghwa! do not get any closer to y/n you fucking asshole!”

san screamed as he saw park seonghwa himself, attempting to take your hand. hongjoong looked back, his eyes darkening once again at the view of seonghwa trying to get close to you. san immediately took your hand, pulling you away from the blonde haired man.

“y-y/n, can we please talk?”

seonghwa looked like he was about to cry, he wasn’t with seoyoon, you probably thought they got into a bad argument which made them break up.

“i- seonghwa, im not in the mood to talk to you. ill call you when i get back home, i don’t want to talk right now.”

seonghwa sighed as he saw you leave the park with hongjoong and san. you were disappointed, you were supposed to be smiling while being in a colorful and fun attraction, not leaving because of someone who almost ruined your life because of a manipulative crazy attention whore.

“y/n, are you okay?”

san whispered as he saw you frowning while entering hongjoong’s house. your bright smile changed into a frown right after seonghwa asked you if you could talk with him.

“no, i have to talk to seonghwa again, i fucking hate this.”

after that, your phone started ringing. you immediately recognized the numbers that showed up on the screen, it was seonghwa. you felt your stomach clench, but you decided to answer. “guys, i’ll be right back.” you whispered faintly as you left the living room with your phone in your hand, softly squeezing the gadget. you walked through hongjoong’s house as you glanced at the screen, tears starting to leave your eyes. you entered hongjoong’s room and shut the door, locking it. you took one last breath before you answered the boy’s call. “y/n..?”

seonghwa’s broken voice was heard from the other line. he sounded like he was crying, his breathing was intense. “yes, this is y/n” you whispered softly as you closed your eyes, still holding your phone to your ear as you listened to seonghwa’s silent sobs and his breathing. 

“y-y/n, im so fucking sorry.” seonghwa whispered as he finally broke down, tears were running down his cheeks, his eyes were stinging and his face was red. his sobs were getting even more intense throughout the call, you felt pity for the blonde man. 

“s-seong, seonghwa..”

tears ran down your cheeks as both of you were a sobbing mess. the small sobs that left your lips were filling up the room as you looked at the window, with tears in your eyes. as you looked around the room, still listening to seonghwa’s sobs at the other side of the line, you noticed a black vase, it looked extremely familiar. the vase was filled with beautiful and healthy red roses which looked to be well taken care of by their owner, hongjoong. you stood up from the bed, getting to admire the beautiful roses.

“y/n, i don’t know what to fucking say. im so disappointed in mysel-“

“you weren’t disappointed when you were fucking seoyoon. you weren’t disappointed when we had arguments about her. you weren’t even disappointed when i told you how i felt. this is unfair, seonghwa. you can’t just come at me right after you were in the amusement park with seoyoon.”

“i- y/n, let me talk.”

seonghwa cried as a small sigh left your lips. you agreed to let seonghwa explain why he’s coming back to you after all that he’s done, and what happened between him and seoyoon.

“she.. she just wanted me because i have money and i am or was hongjoong’s friend.. i knew i was an asshole to you, y/n. i knew i didn’t listen to you, i kno-“

“shut the fuck up, seonghwa. you regret this at the final fucking moment. i cant talk, this just pisses me off, ill get back to you soon.”

with that, you ended the call with tears in your eyes. you didn’t know what to do, you were confused, you were sad, even angry. after a while of walking around the room with your puffy red eyes, somebody knocks on the door softly.