(im)possible love | Woosan

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Trigger Warning: death

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Why are you walking so fast??, Wooyoung whined through his thoughts. San was currently on his way home and was very aware of the invisible ghost that was flying next to him.

"Stop complaining, you're a fucking ghost, you can literally fly as fast as you want and it's not exhausting for you", San replied angrily. He was mad at the younger for making him look like a fool in front of Seonghwa, the new guy.

But-

"Shut the fuck up, Jung Wooyoung, why are you even following me all the time, I didn't ask for your company!", San yelled, his anger getting the best of him.

When he couldn't hear any of Wooyoung's thoughts anymore, he regretted immediately what he had just said.

It wasn't his intention to hurt the poor boy.

He was dead and alone and San made him feel like he was a burden to him. Which wasn't even completely true. Yes, San was annoyed. Extremely annoyed, but he didn't mean to scare the other away.

"Look, Wooyoung, I'm sorry...", he started, trying to get the other to communicate with him again.

But there was only silence.

"Maybe he already left...", San thought to himself and for some odd reason this made him feel sad.

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San let himself fall on his bed and sank into the comfortable pillows, closing his eyes and just breathing for a minute.

He had to calm down before he could do anything else.

Sleep took over him when he continued to lay there in silence and he started dreaming.

He could see a boy standing on top of a building, tumbling around a little, probably because he was drunk.

There were a few other people on the rooftop, everyone minding their own business, drinking or playing some stupid game, just not caring about the boy that was standing so close to the edge of the building.

San watched the whole scene from above, being confused. This didn't feel like a dream anymore because San suddenly knew that he was dreaming.

An uneasy feeling spread in his stomach and the sudden urge to get away from this weird dream and wake up grew. But he couldn't. He couldn't get himself to open his eyes and actually wake up.

San was forced to continue watching the scene in front of him.

Suddenly, another figure was on the rooftop. San didn't even saw them coming up, it was as if they appeared out of nowhere.

He tried to make out if it was a boy or a girl, but he was too far away to see them properly.

What he did see was that the person started getting closer to the boy at the edge of the rooftop.

Now, they were talking.

The boy made a step back and almost fell over the edge. San wanted to scream because he thought the boy would actually fall.

But he didn't.

Not yet.

The mysterious person that was still talking to the boy laid their hands on his shoulders and gently turned him around, so that he was facing the abyss.

The stranger put a hand around the boy's neck, leaned forward and whispered something in his ear, before violently pushing him over the edge.