The club was loud but not loud enough to drown her voice.
"Is this why you didn't answer my calls?"
Woorim turned slowly, still reclined in his booth. His drink paused halfway to his lips.
One of the girls on his arm shifted, uncomfortably while the other glanced up, smirking.
Hana stood a few feet away, arms rigid at her sides, her eyes red but dry.
She wasn't yelling.But the tension in her voice made it sharper than any scream.
"I asked you to stop..." she said. "You promised me, Woorim."
He sighed, a shallow, tired sound and stood up.
"Let's take this outside."
"Why? So you can lie to me in private, too?"
That hit harder than expected.
But she followed him anyway.
The night was cold, Woorim light up a cigarette to smoke and for the first time he's known Hana, she didn't tell him to stop.
"I told you not to come here anymore..." she said, her voice calm, but brittle. "I told you I hated these places. These people..."
He exhaled through his nose, already weary of the conversation he'd heard too many times.
"It's just a club, Hana. You're overthinking."
Her eyes shone in the low light. "What about you Woorim. You're not thinking at all.."
He didn't reply.
She stepped closer, her voice steady but shaking at the edges.
"You said you'd stop. You promised me, over and over again. You said it was just a phase, that I should trust you."
"I know what I said."
"Then when did you stop meaning it?" she asked. Her voice broke then, just slightly and it cut deeper than any accusation.
He looked away unable to meet Hana's gaze.
"When did you stop loving me?" she asked again, quieter this time. "Because I think I need to know."
The words hit harder than he expected. Woorim had seen a lot of women cry. He'd made too many of them cry. But none of it ever struck him.
Until now.
Hana's tears weren't dramatic. They weren't loud. She didn't scream. She didn't slap him or throw a drink in his face. She just cried, quietly like someone who'd held on too long, and was finally letting go.
"I can't take it anymore.." she whispered. "I tried, Woorim. I waited. I gave you five years of my life. But you just kept hurting me."
"Hana.."
She raised her hand.."Dont Hana me..."
Woorim's eyes flickered as he clenched his fists.
"Did you ever love me?" she asked. "Or was I just something convenient? Someone stupid enough to wait around while you treated me like a backup plan?"
He looked down, his jaw tightening.
"Was I just a joke to you?" she whispered. "A joke you could cheat on because I stayed like a fool?"
"Hana please.." he begged, her words were like bullets coming straight at him.
"You used to be somebody, Woorim. Underneath that pretty face, you were supposed to be the pride of the White Snake Clan. A prodigy. Someone people looked up to."
Her eyes burned with anger and disappointment.
"But now? You're just… trash. A liar. A good for nothing scumbag."
The words landed harder than anything he expected.
"I wasted five years of my life waiting for a man who doesn't exist anymore."
The silence rang louder than the music.
"I'm done. Don't call me. Don't look for me. You should go party with your good-for-nothing friends.." she said, taking a step back. "Now you're free to sleep with all the girls you promised."
She turned to leave.
And Woorim, for once, didn't chase after her.
He stood there, surrounded by noise and people and alcohol and felt colder than he had in years.
Woorim rubbed his hands together, suddenly feelings cold. He walked back into the club but he didn't stay long, he made sure to grab everything that belong him and leave, even his friends it was as though their words were entering one ear and going out the next.
He didn't know when he had arrived back to his house.
He didn't know when he has popped open a bottle of whiskey.
He ran his hands through his hair as he chuckled, the hot tears fell from his eyes.
Woorim remembered the first day he saw her, how he had begged her and promised to love only her.
How he cheated and walked over the woman he had promised to love.
He was the definition of a scumbay.
"Ive been such a fool. They were probably laughing at me as I destroyed my relationship and my reputation. So called friends and parties doesn't mean anything now."
He wiped his tears and dropped the glass, no amount of apology could stop Hana from hating him and he couldn't blame her.
Woorim's phone vibrated, he reached into his pocket, seeing the caller he chuckled, these scumbags still wanted more from.
He ignored the call and blocked all their numbers, they were of no use to him.
"I should go see mum. She's the only one who wouldn't be annoyed to see my face right now.."
Woorim sighed again, this big house suddenly felt cold and lonely. He usually came back from the parties wasted, so he never noticed it.
Curling on the bed, even with a blanket on he still felt cold.
"Im so sorry Hana. I never deserved you or your love.." with that Woorim finally found peace in his sleep and first thing when morning came.
He took a shower, preparing to go see his mother.
With a towel tied around his waist, he stared at the closet in annoyance, how come he finally noticed how flashy these close where?
He didn't know why but he felt cold for some reason and decided to wear something warm.
Woorim choose a dark green sweatshirt paired with a silver sweatpant, he was a black beanie, sneaker and a waist bag to much.
This was an outfit, Woorim hadn't wore in years.
"This actually makes me feel my age.."
He partied so much, he had forgotten he was only 23 years old.
He shrugged it off, he would know what to do after seeing his mother.
Woorim's lips twitched when he got got the garage.
"Ive been such a fool!! Why the heck was I driving all these cars? It's so flashy my eyes hurt just looking at them. Don't tell me I drove them to classes as well. I'm so fucked."
He picked the least flashy one and drove to his mother place.