Lick (rewritten) - woosan

46. let him go

Little late today oopsie 🫂

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The house was very quiet.

Nothing out of the ordinary in the Jung household especially as of recent. Wooyoung turns off his phone and sits up in his bed after having spent all day in his room watching YouTube videos. He inhales deeply and runs his hair through his dark messy hair. He realizes he probably needed a hair cut but wasn't bothered enough to get a trim.

Then he sits there in silence, the darkness of his room swallowing him whole and he finds himself slowly descend into a numbness. He knew his face was probably extremely puffy with dried tears stains from early that morning still tracked down his cheeks. Of course he knew, he'd been crying so much he didn't have anymore tears left in him.

In fact just the thought of shedding anymore tears tired him out. He hated feeling like this. He'd woke up that morning and the first thing he did was cry his eyes out. He'd never felt this way about... anything before. Never felt so miserable.

He wanted to talk to someone. But who would listen? He's certainly not dumb enough to talk to his mom or step father about it. Nor does he have any close enough friends who will listen to what he has to say without wanting a quick hook up as a 'reward'. There was Seonghwa but they haven't spoken to each other in weeks.. the only real friend he had he managed to fuck that up.

So he was alone.

He releases a choked laugh when he felt tears sting at his eyes again. "No more crying" He whines under his breath and sniffs loudly while looking at his window and at the dark evening sky.

He releases a long sigh, grabs his laptop from his desk and returns back to his bed. "This is stupid" He mutters as he types up a random online chatroom.

He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking to achieve but he wanted.. no, needed, to talk to someone. Anyone. Even if it was some random Joe online.

The first person that came up was actually a crotch shot of what looked like a man with a towel over his hips. They man drags the towel off and his solid member spring to life with his hand sliding up and down his shaft. Wooyoung was so taken back he instinctively hit skip.

"Fuck- maybe I shouldn't use Omegle" He curses.

The next person was a girl, she looked young. Too young and probably no older than 9. He wondered what a girl her age was doing on an obscene website like this. He didn't bother asking and just skipped.

The third was a guy that looked around his age. He seemed normal enough. His bleach blonde hair fell forward in wisps on his forehead and in front of his eyes. He leans forward on his desk, brushing his bangs back then rests his cheek on his hand. Wooyoung spots a few freckles dotted on his nose and cheeks.