Second Chances | 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

We need to talk.

Have you ever had a dream, and it's just all your fears combined into one?

San felt like he couldn't breathe. From the tired tone of Wooyoung to the way he avoided any contact with the younger. San felt like he couldn't breathe.

"I-I have a project with Hyunjin..." San's words grew quieter as he watched the older's face contort, almost as if he was annoyed?

"You guys can start tomorrow. You've been avoiding me recently." The biting edge of his words forced San to withdraw, visibly flinching as he listened; had he always been that harsh when speaking?

"We can talk later, Wooyoung-"

Silence. San stood silent, only able to audibly gulp as Wooyoung rolled his eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "Are you avoiding me because you know what I wanna talk about? Is that it?"

He felt his whole body run cold, a panic flushing his whole body as he subconsciously crossed his hands in front of him, fiddling with his rings. His ring... Wooyoung had given him a ring a few months ago, at the concert actually.

He felt the urge to cry but covered it up by smiling, only now noticing the detached look in Wooyoung's eyes. Had it always been there? It seemed...natural now.

Deciding to swallow his nerves, San instead plastered on a dim dimpled smile, shrugging softly at his... "How could I know what you wanna talk about? I'll just tell Hyunjin we're meeting later."

Wooyoung sent a simple nod his way, walking away to a table shaded by a tree, eyes trained on the younger in case he decided to avoid speaking once again. He didn't really have a project with Hyunjin, he just needed an excuse to avoid Wooyoung, which obviously failed. Taking a deep breath and burying that voice in the back of his head, he slowly made his way to the table, his legs feeling like they were made of lead. Heavy, heavy lead that felt as if he'd gained 200 pounds in the span of 5 minutes.

As he made it to the table, he shot Wooyoung a nervous smile, fiddling with his rings yet haga in underneath the table. He knew he should be paying attention, yet he could only think about how he'd handle the rejection.

All his other failed relationships had felt like child's play compared to his connection with Wooyoung. He thought both of them felt it, everybody around them saw it. Or so he thought. He thought back to how Mina used to tease him sometimes, "maybe you guys aren't really soulmates and he'll fall for somebody else." Now he couldn't help but feel that her taunting jokes were becoming reality. He'd handled the past relationships fairly well: went through the stages of grief in a week, and was back to being Choi San, neighborhood sunshine.

But with Wooyoung...he didn't feel like he'd recover that fast. He'd dedicated 11 months of his life to this boy, and he was pretty sure he was head over heels in love with him, if Seonghwa and Hongjoong calling him whipped every 3 days was anything to go by.

"San..."

He broke. Although he held his composure, if one were to look really close, they'd notice how the happiness drained from San's eyes, dull and lifeless.

His pulse felt like it had quickened 10 fold, his heart simply shattering at the way Wooyoung said his name.

God, why did it have to hurt so bad?

"Let's break up."

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idk why it's in capitals, i'm disgusted and too lazy to edit it.

Yes this is short.

Who do you guys think said the last line? 😉

I promise, my story won't be confusing after this.