(im)possible love | Woosan

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"San, I can't do this."

Wooyoung stood on the rooftop he fell from, last year.

He flew up there as a ghost and then, made himself visible again.

Meanwhile, San spoke to the building's owner, who reluctantly gave him keys for the door that lead to the roof terrace, after he said he would be there to clean it.

It was a miracle that the old man had believed San since the terrace was barely ever used and therefore didn't need cleaning at all.

"Wooyoung, you can do it. I'm sure you can", San encouraged him.

The ghost breathed deeply in and out a few times, before he made another careful step closer towards the edge.

"You have to relive the situation as exact as possible to remember more details about the person who pushed you", San had said before.

And he was right, Wooyoung knew that.

But the whole time he was vacillating whether he should just turn around and go back home or face his fears and maybe even find out who his killer was.

Another step with his trembling legs.

He was surprised that he hadn't passed out yet.

"You don't have to be scared. I'm here with you, little prince. And I won't leave you. You can do this", Wooyoung heard San whisper softly.

He was almost embarrassed at how his heart made this stupid little jump at the new nickname the older gave him.

Little prince.

I'm his prince and I won't disappoint him. I will make him proud, Wooyoung thought, now determined to pull it off so as not to disappoint his crush.

Because he was so focused on taking the last few steps towards the edge and think back to the day he died, he missed the small smile that played on San's lips.

The older had heard the younger's thoughts in his head and for the first time, he recognized how his heart started beating faster and an unusual warmth spread in his chest.

Yet, he couldn't exactly pinpoint what this sudden feeling was and what had it caused.

"S-San, this should be the place I stood in back then", Wooyoung mumbled, his knees going week, while pointing at his feet.

The abyss was only half a meter away from him and he felt like he would fall again soon.

"Okay, Wooyoung, do you remember anything? Any details about the person who did this?", San asked, stepping closer to the ghost.

"I-I'm trying", the younger stuttered.

He closed his eyes and thought back to the day he died.

The party was lousy. Too loud music and far too many drunk people.

The only way to endure this was by getting drunk himself, Wooyoung thought, so he made his way over to the bar and ordered the strongest drink he could get.

He downed the liquid in one sip and immediately got a new one.

With the cup in his hand, he walked back to his place at the very edge of the roof terrace to look at the beautiful city lights under him.

They were yellow and red and green and some were even purple or orange.

After some time, they started started dancing with each other, tightly embraced.