Sweet tooth-Woosan

Part 15

Chapter 15

Everything was white. It felt like he was walking in endless circles, trapped in a world of nothingness, with only a blinding light ahead. He kept walking, his footsteps echoing in the silence, until he saw a figure standing in the distance. As he approached, he recognized the person—beautiful, with a smile that spoke of a thousand emotions, from happiness to profound sadness.

He ran toward her, arms outstretched, and engulfed her in a tight hug. Confusion overwhelmed him, but at least, in that moment, he was with his mother.

"Oh, my sweet boy," she cried, tears streaming down her face like rivers.

"Promise me, you will never fall behind," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Promise me you'll always stand tall and proud. Never let anyone walk over you. Protect yourself from this world and find someone who will love you, care for you, and cherish you. Never forget how much I love you. Your father loves you, too. And no matter where you are, we'll always be watching over you. Live for yourself, and for the one you love. Don't let anyone take what's yours."

Her words lingered in the air, and then, slowly, everything began to fade. Wooyoung panicked, trying to hold onto her, begging her to stay.

As the light dimmed, memories flooded his mind. The car ride to the office. The truck slamming into them. The cold voice of a man saying, "The work is done."

Wooyoung's eyes fluttered open. He could feel the wetness of tears on his face, but as his consciousness returned, his face went blank. His emotions shut down.

"I will kill you all. I swear on my life." he vowed in silence.

A Week Later

After hearing the news of his mother's death from Hobi, Wooyoung stopped showing his true feelings. He refused to let anyone see his weakness. He didn't want pity. He couldn't afford to be seen as vulnerable.

Hobi had told him that the accident was deemed just that—an accident. The truck driver had confessed to being drunk when the crash occurred. But Wooyoung remembered the man's last words: "The work is done." That was no accident.

Over the following week, after being released from the hospital, Wooyoung went through the motions. He tried to convince himself that it was all a bad dream—that he would walk downstairs and find his mother, sitting in her favorite chair, drinking tea or chatting with a friend. But every time he did, the emptiness of the house reminded him that she was gone, as was his father.

Wooyoung spent most of the week locked in his room, consumed by grief and disbelief. Yet, in the quiet moments, his mother's last words echoed in his mind:

"Promise me you will never fall behind... stand tall... find someone to love."

And then there were the final words he'd heard before everything went dark: "The work is done."

The truth gnawed at him. This wasn't just an accident. Someone was responsible, and he was determined to find out who.

He began to make a plan. In the journal his mother had given him, he started writing down everything he needed to do to uncover the truth and take control of his life again. 

For the next year, Wooyoung threw himself into his studies and the family business. He worked tirelessly, burning the candle at both ends. Hobi showed concerned for Wooyoung's health as the young man spent sleepless nights, drinking coffee as though it were water, often skipping meals. But Hobi didn't stop him. Wooyoung needed to do this. He had to become strong enough to uncover the people responsible for what happened.

Wooyoung had become a shadow of his former self—cold, distant, and emotionally detached. Hobi was still the closest person to him, but even Hobi couldn't get through the walls Wooyoung had built around himself. His face was a mask, his eyes empty of warmth.

In the months that followed, Wooyoung grew sharper and more capable. With Hobi's guidance, he began taking the reins of the business. In three months, Wooyoung was planning to reveal himself as the true heir and new owner of the company. A masquerade ball had been planned—a perfect opportunity to connect with powerful figures and further his goals.

The Masquerade Preparation

"Hey, Woo, have you checked the guest list yet? I need to order the invitations soon," Hobi asked, leaning over the desk.

Wooyoung didn't answer immediately, instead taking a long sip of his coffee. "No, let me take a look. I might need to add a few people," he said casually, his voice flat.

"Woo... are you okay?" Hobi asked, his voice laced with concern.

Wooyoung's cold stare met his, silencing Hobi instantly. The look in his eyes was unnatural for someone so young—emotionless, distant, as if he were no longer fully human.

"I'm going upstairs," Wooyoung said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I have a call to take."

Hobi sighed deeply but returned to his work, feeling the growing distance between them.

The Call

Once in his room, Wooyoung picked up the phone. The voice on the other end was calm, but there was a hint of anticipation.

"So, what happened?" Wooyoung asked, his voice low.

"I found the identity and location of the man." the voice responded.

Wooyoung's lips curled into a smirk. "Perfect. I'll be there soon. Get ready, Heeseung."

Wooyoung hung up, his smirk growing wider.

They say there are five stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. But Wooyoung had added one more to the list: Revenge.

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(Kinda cringe but lets see how it goes)

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