𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄 | woohwa

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟯

It had been his fault.

There was no doubt that it was his fault he's lost him for years now. It was his fault for running, for not listening to him to slow down, for causing danger to him. He still remembered how it scared the shit out of him, looking at a nearly lifeless body of the one he always loves, lying at the bottom of the stairs. What frightened him the most was when he felt blood at the back of the unconscious body's head and that's when he scrambled to call the ambulance.

The memory of that day never went away. It had stuck in his head like a plague, reminding him every day what he has committed, that it was his fault. He should take responsibility for it. And he also deserved to be punished, being left alone in his hometown. He remembered watching the car drive away with his lover at the back seat, gazing at him with confusion and wonder when he shouted at him, begging him to not go.

To not leave him, as they promised before.

Seonghwa looked odd on the day he moved away with his family. His eyes, he couldn't recognize him.

He seemed like a different person.

But Wooyoung hadn't had the time to actually talk to him, his father forbid him to come near his only son. Wooyoung always knew how he's hated by Seonghwa's parents. Homophobic fucks. But he didn't care at the time, he was happy with Seonghwa and only him.

And now that he's not by his side, he felt a big empty hole left in his heart, a hole that's only fit for one Park Seonghwa. And it's killing him, slowly.

"Wooyoung-a, do you hear me?"

Wooyoung was snapped out of his thoughts and met Yeosang's eyes. "What?"

"I need to go take my modeling outfits for my project at this one place. I was asking if you can drive me there since I don't have my driver's license yet." Yeosang repeated his words while looking at his phone, probably texting someone he's dealing with about the modeling outfits he talked about. Wooyoung nodded a yes. "Sure thing. When do you wanna go?"

"Do you have class this afternoon? I've promised them to come at that time."

"No, I'm free. We can go at 12 or something and then we can grab lunch after that." Wooyoung suggested, earning a nod from Yeosang.

They were lucky Wooyoung took another route on their way there or they would get stuck in very bad traffic, and that's the last thing Wooyoung ever wanted. When they arrived at the store, Wooyoung waited in the car while Yeosang got inside to grab the stuff he needed. "Can you come inside? There's... a lot that I have to carry." Yeosang phoned him minutes after that, sounding a little guilty.

There were three boxes of clothes, shoes, and accessories. "You have to wear all of these for your modeling assignment?" Wooyoung scanned some of the outfits in one of the boxes, silently picturing his best friend in that kind of style. He would look adorable in these, maybe, Wooyoung thought.

Yeosang huffed in annoyance in reply. "I know, I've never tried indie clothing before but it's what I got from the random draw. I've always wanted grunge but that kid Jongho got it." He'd always wear something dark, mostly black, and to see him wear bright and vibrant clothes are so opposite of his style. So not 'Yeosang' at all, with his bitter and savage personality. But Wooyoung was sure his best friend would still look good in anything, Yeosang's just haven't had the chance to try out all kind of style yet.

"I think you'd still look good in these. You'd look cute in overalls, I bet." Wooyoung joked after they put all the boxes into the back of the car. He laughed at the idea and shrieked when Yeosang hit him. "Yah! Why must you choose violence, Sangie?" He pouted but Yeosang just sneered at him.