After San pushed his hands off his pants, Wooyoung stood there drenched in humiliation. Not only did he drop to his knees to clean up this man's dress pants, but he was also neglected, and treated as a disgusting creature based on what San had said, and the expression on his face. A simple thank you would've done the job...
Wooyoung shook his head, and walked away before the tears would fall, as he didn't want San to win, although he knew he probably already did. He wanted to rip out his hair as the sound of that demonic woman resurfaced in his mind. He's done a good job at concealing his mind from ever hearing that shrill voice, as he couldn't bare to hear it. That very voice was the reason he was like that, and he would never forgive her, long after he grave.
His breathing was starting to grow shallow as the voice grew louder and louder. He needed air... He never knew how to control the voice when it got to him, at this very moment he wished his mother were alive, cause she'd wrap him up in her arms, and everything would just disappear; like it was magic... But unlike every fairytale, his mother wasn't here, she was dead, she couldn't do much physically, but spiritually she was always there, but was that enough?
Making his way to the outside patio of the diner, he took a few swigs of air into his body at a rapid speed, his mind was racing with memories of his tortures as if they were being displayed on front of him, and he could do nothing but be bound to them. That is, until a familiar voice called out his name, usually he'd be thrilled, but not this time, he didn't want her presence.
"Wooyoung!" Jiho called out for him, so nice she reached him, she knelt in front of him, and cupped his cheeks. "Oh my gosh, Wooyoung. I'm so sorry about what happened inside, I should've done something." She removed her hands from him, and started to blame everything that happened inside on her, when it was the monster she called her fiancé.
Wooyoung took ahold of her hands, and as calmly as he could spoke, "Jiho... It wasn't your fault, okay? It's fine, I chose to do that, remember? Don't blame yourself, you even tried to stop him! And that's enough, okay?? You're alright, yeah?"
"But you aren't, look at you! Did your episode come back?? You were doing so good Woo..." She felt even more guilty, thinking she was the reason his episodes came back to haunt him, mainly because she was the one to end it.
"No... My episodes are not back, Ji. Just a slight panic attack, nothing serious."
"Nothing serious?! Woo, you've-" He cut her off.
"Drop it, Jiho." His voice showed no mercy, as it was dripping in coldness. He didn't mean for it to be so cruel, but he couldn't help it, he needed space right now. "I need to use the bathroom, to uh... freshen up a bit. Goodbye, Jiho," and then he walked away, leaving a teary eyed Jiho behind.
As he walked away, she simply whispered, "I just wanted to help..." But for once, he didn't hear.
He made his way to the bathroom, and quickly washed his face with cold water, to cool his red cheeks. He was fuming and embarrassed, he had started to despise the man he was attracted to, and maybe that's a good thing, to keep his distance from something that'll only hurt him. After splashing his face, he eyes himself in the mirror, and scoffed at his reflection. Looking at the wet ends of his newly black hair, and the redness of his cheeks and eyes, as he had shed a couple tears.
Although he looked different on the outside, almost unrecognizable to himself, solely because of his style and hair alone, he sure as hell felt the same. It's not like your problems disappear the second you change from blond to black, they'll always come to haunt you somehow. It won't change, just because you chose to change yourself, it'll stick by you... like a magnet to a metal pole.
Shaking away the thoughts, he was getting ready to leave when he heard a grunt coming from one of the stalls. Having a slight idea of what was going on, he walked to the door quicker to give the man some privacy, before he was glued to the ground when he heard the next slurred words coming out of his lips. "F-fuck W-wooyoung, s-so good, so so good~" He froze, and didn't listen anymore, as he was too shocked by the fact that someone was jerking off to the thought of him.
When he heard the other reach his climax, as he moaned louder than before, it was time to make his leave, hoping he would have never heard that. Why would anyone imagine me when they do that? He started putting out names in his head of who it could be. Yeonjun? No way, he and his boyfriend are super happy together... Taehyung? Wouldn't put it past him, to be honest.
"Hi Woo!" A boxy smiled male walked past him from the other side of the diner holding a tray as he cleaned up another round of tables. He waved back, before going back to his thoughts. Yeah, no... Then who?
He went back to his place behind the counter, looking down, and not noticing the concerned eyes of Jiho's that were trailing on him. Could it be...? He looked up to see a smug looking Choi San standing at the top of the table he and Jiho were dining at. There's no way... but maybe? He would have to try... maybe not today, simply because he lacks the energy to, but who said he'd be coming back here, he clearly showed his disinterest. He shrugged it off, and continued to look down in confusion, eventually alarming Yeonjun, whom came by at sat next to him.
He pushed Wooyoung's side slightly, "what's up, Woo? You seem to be in a cultural shock."
Snapping back to the conversation he had suddenly been introduced to, Wooyoung looked up at his blue haired friend in slight confusion, before he returned to a neutral expression. "Oh, it's nothing, man," he shrugged.
"Oh, it's something, you called me 'man'," He said dissatisfied, making Wooyoung chuckle.
"Wooyoung, Yeonjun, clean up at aisle 27!"
"Yes boss!" Both males said at the same time, before looking at each other, and signaling with their heads to go over there. So, they walked over there, and Wooyoung instantly felt uncomfortable again, but he needed to know, but San's body language didn't seem to give off any signs that it was him in the bathroom, he'd have to look into this more.
Once he watched San and Jiho walk away, he sighed in relief that they were out for the day, and went back to work. Although, it wasn't his best day at work, he still made it, so he was glad it was over, now he had a whole lot of overthinking to do.
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a/n: happy birthday to my december babies! first jinnie~ then soobin, sunghoon, niki and yuna!!! love you all hope u enjoy today and everyday my loves <33
anyways, how'd you like this update?! i've been stalling to write instagram bc of this book💀 but idm cuz i haven't posted here in a while before so i hope you enjoy this chap from woo's point of view of what happened that day :)) oh and sorry for speeding some of the moments, it was going to be the same as before so i didn't think it was necessary to rewrite🤠👍
see you next time loves! love you, byee💞
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