sin - woosan

p r o l o g u e

"Baby, I'm home," Wooyoung called from his position at the door. Usually he would smell the odor of the delicious food sizzling on the stove's top, and hear the sound of his beloved girlfriend's hurried footsteps ready to greet him, but he didn't.

All that met him was silence.

A deafening silence that made him feel uneasy.

"Jiho baby! Darling? Are you home?" He called out some of her favorite pet names, just to hear sobs coming from their shared room. Like it was an instant reaction, his feet bolted to that direction, pushing past the wooden door separating them.

"W-wooy-oungie," she whimpered.

He immediately knelt down to cradle her in his arms, as she was sat on the ground with red puffy eyes. "Shh, it's okay, baby. You don't need to tell me," he whispered soothingly, rubbing circles into the small of her back.

He felt her head shake while being buried in the comfort of his chest. "N-no, I- I need to t-tell y-you," she hiccuped throughout her sentence, making her words hard to understand, but he heard her well; he always did.

"Okay, honey. You'll tell me, but you need to breathe now." He tried calming her down, and helping her breathe, using the techniques his late mother would always use whenever he had such panic attacks. It wasn't uncommon, if anything it only heightened since she left, but he had no one to help him with that anymore. That is, until Jiho showed up; like a lightbulb in a dark room; or heavy rain after a dry summer.

However, it still never felt the same.

Although, to be fair, he understood that. Nothing was meant to stay the same. People were always going to face changes. It was either they follow it, or fall behind. So, he did what he knew his mother would want him to, he continued fighting. Similar to his mother, as she was always known to be a fighter. He aspired to be just like her.

With her in mind, he managed to calm the crying girl, allowing her to take deep, full breaths. It was a heartbreaking sight for Wooyoung; seeing your love in pain. He's seen too much of it, he was tired. He may have not been too much help in the past, but he sure will be of help now, he promised that to himself.

Placing each hand on either side of her face, they managed to hold eye contact for a split second, before she looked away in something he could only describe as shame. Turning her face to look at him, her eyes danced around the room, doing anything and everything to avoid his gaze.

"Baby, look at me." He whispered so softly, she would've missed it, if it weren't for the close proximity. Getting the courage to do so, she looked at him with tears blossoming in her sparkling eyes. This time though, her eyes held something else. He could see hollowness, it seemed she was hiding her true emotion behind a mask, making it look emotionless.

"Wooyoung," her voice started out firm, "we can't do this anymore." She said, gripping his hands that remained by her cheeks. As much as this hurt her, she had to detach them, and put them by his side.

Wooyoung stared back in shock. "W-what? Jiho, what do y-you mean?" He asked in desperation to hold her close to him again.

She looked away in pain, "we can't be together, Wooyo. I'm sorry," she looked away, attempting at standing up to her feet.

Once on her feet, Wooyoung wrapped his arms around her waist from his where he was, desperately clawing onto the only constant he had in his life. "Please, please Jiho. Don't do this, please! I promise I'll do better," he sobbed loudly on her thighs, wetting a patch on her dark jeans.