Oneshots | woosang

False Illusions

'He is so stupid.'

'I don't understand why you hang out with Yeosang.'

'He makes you look weak, he's a fucking cockroach.'

'At least tell us that he lets himself be fucked well, Wooyoung that loser will ruin your life.'

'It's a damn burden that you have to eradicate from your life.'

The voices went on and on, Yeosang found himself crying in a ball on his bed as he remembered what he had heard. He just wanted to use the bathroom and ended up with shattered self-esteem, a broken heart, and many new wounds.

He was always sensitive to negative comments towards his person, from the time he lived with his parents until that moment. The voices of those he treated as friends were in his head, only this time he had a lot of shit and it destroyed him even more. Above all, one of those voices is the boy with whom he had fallen in love.

'Yeosang is a good toy, also a lifeline for my grades.'

'He only serves me to have fun, do not think that I feel love or affection towards him, it is called acting.'

'San? He was the one who gave me the idea to play with Kang.'

More tears came from the poor black-haired man, he had been like this for an hour and who knows when he would stop for that day. He wanted to believe that nothing he heard was true, he really wanted him but he was struggling with the memory of those words.

"Woo-Wooyoung ..." between tears he said his name, lighting up his face more and more on the pillow that smelled like the other man.

The cries turned to sobs and eventually the black-haired man fell into a deep sleep, he couldn't even hear someone trying to call him from his cell phone. Yeosang woke up at dawn, walked to his bathroom to look at his face.

"What's wrong with you Kang ..." swollen eyes and dry throat, he wet his face, "What is wrong with me ...?"

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The university was hell for three days in a row, his one true friend had fallen ill, the professors had unleashed an extensive job war, and Wooyoung was acting as usual.

"Yeo, what do you think about going to a party today? Mingi will organize one in the underground bar" The man had his arm around the other's shoulders, rubbing his nose against Yeosang's cheek, "It will be fun, we can dance until your feet hurt."

"No thanks ... I have many jobs and at least I should start with one of them" with a soft voice he declined the offer, he did not want to be there with Wooyoung, he looked at the man, "Sorry, you can go with your friends."

"But sweetie, they are not funny" Yeosang for a moment forgot what he had heard from the other's soft gaze, felt his cheeks red and looked at the book again, "Well, then I'll stay with you at home."

"Wh-what? No-you don't have to do that " Wooyoung leaned in to kiss him quickly before laying his head on the other's shoulder, "Wooyoung... "

"Don't worry, I love spending time with you even if it's just watching you study."

'I have to pretend I care about all the shit he does to make a profit from him.'

Yeosang felt like crying when he remembered but held back and just said a little 'Ok', going back to reading him and with Wooyoung staring at him intently. During his classes he tried to change seatmates, in some classes he succeeded and in others he did not, but at least that gave him time to think. Ironically though, thinking was the least Yeosang wanted right now.