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There's nothing quite like a warm summer rain, the humid wind that fills your nose as you breathe in the empty damp air. The feeling of the light but aggressive rain drops hitting your skin, as if the rain is not there to calm you, but to challenge you. Hitting the ground so hard and quickly, making you want to ask the grey clouds, are you angry? Summer rains are beautiful, but not when you're jung wooyoung.
The boy sighed, his head tilted upward toward the gloomy sky with only a sliver of sun shinning through the angry clouds. The rain drops landed furiously on his previously wet face, like a taunting.
The pushes of other people pulled him from his saddened daze, he sniffled, attempting to wipe his wet face; which was to no avail since it was absolutely pouring outside. He pulled his bag further into himself out of insecurity as he walked across the street, as if the bag would protect him from the mean world. He learned today, it would not.
He walked slowly, though the crossing time was running out. What did he care? A car crash would do him well, that way he wouldn't need to deal with his problems.
Wooyoung is a liar.
Not the "i'm alright" type of liar. He is the "i come from money, and i'm okay" type.
His lies get him nowhere but a deep hole, a hole that digs deeper every time he lies. Because he lies to himself more than anyone, he feeds himself these untrue things; as if one day they'd all come true.
As he continues tell himself these lies, his life doesn't get better, his real life gets neglected. These lies cause him to procrastinate, make bad choices.
Wooyoung crossed successfully, much to his own disappointment. He made his way down the sidewalk, he was incredibly lucky that it was raining, or else strangers would stare at his red, wet face. The rain covered it nicely.
Though they still stared at the fact that he didn't have an umbrella in this weather.
He walked slowly toward his destination, an apartment complex. This specific complex being his boyfriends, who he'd come to seek comfort from. After all, his boyfriend was his only person. The only one who would be willing to comfort him.
Wooyoung made his way into the main door, bowing his head slightly at the security guard. He walked his way to the elevator with his head down, getting in and pressing the floor number. Then attempting to fix his hair and red eyes in the slight reflection the elevator doors gave.
The elevator dinged, he exhaled.
Then inhaled.
Then walked.
He sniffled once more, gripping the spare key in his hand. He took another breath before unlocking the apartment door.
He stepped in quietly, making sure leave his shoes at the door. He set his bag on the couch before calling out to his boyfriend.
"syrn?" he called out.
There was no reply, his eyebrows raised at this. "syrn?" he went on again, walking around the apartment as he did so.
He jumped at the sudden sound of a grunt that emitted from the back of the apartment. Wooyoung could only stand there, confused. He walked toward the continuous grunts that only got louder as he walked, following the sound.
His heart was in his stomach, a lump in his throat forming as he slowly realized the situation. He swallowed deeply, his eyes slowly getting wet again.
His breathing faltered into small puffs of inhales and exhales. He could hear loud and clear now, grunts, moans from a woman.
Wooyoung shakily covered his mouth.
He inched closer to the cracked door, peeking warily. His breath was caught in his throat, he stared sadly at the sight in front of him.
Biting his lip, wooyoung swung the door open, his head down. He bit back the tears that threatened to fall, his eyes burned with angry fires, lips trembling with hurt.
"wooyoung..." syrn whispered, speaking as if he was trying to tame a child.
Wooyoung looked up with a pained expression, a tear already falling. Syrn covered him and the girl with a blanket, the blanket wooyoung had gifted him. The blanket syrn said he loved so much.
The younger boy shook his head, his eyes scrunching causing more tears to fall. "No" wooyoung muttered, his voice a tone from breaking into pieces.
"you seemed so distant so i..." syrn trailed off, "i did what i had to do." he reasoned.
Wooyoung's eyes went from syrn's to the girl who sat with an amused expression.
Wooyoung nodded, "understood." he responded, exhaling shakily. "you did what you had to, so i'll leave." he spoke again. Syrn shook his head, "you're not breaking up with me are you?" he scoffed, a smile almost forming on his face.
"i am." he stated.
Syrn stared silently before replying, "alright"
Wooyoung sniffled, walking out of the room quickly. He grabbed his bag from the couch and fetched his shoes from the carpet, putting them on forcefully and slamming the door.
He let out a choked sob as soon as he shut the door. Tears poured from his eyes, just as the rain did outside. The irony, he couldn't help but cry a little more at the irony.
The place he'd come to for comfort, was the place that hurt him even more.
