Tidal-Bore

1. Breakup

"You can't be serious."

"Yes I am, I-" A bothered sigh. "Listen, Wooyoung, I need that stuff gone by tomorrow. My friend is coming over, and I-"

Angrily, Wooyoung yanked his boots on his feet. He yapped at the phone, throwing it around when a loose thread on his pullover had tangled with it.

Not his pullover, as he noticed when he ripped the thread off.

His pullover.

"Just fucking tell me if you already have someone new. At least that would give your sorry ass an excuse," Wooyoung hissed. He was louder than his grumpy old landlady would overlook, but he didn't care if she'd yell at him. If he wasn't loud now, he would break down in hysterical crying.

Wooyoung threw his phone on his bed, and it bounced away from the force. Facing the floor, it sighed with the caller. Yanking the pullover over his head, Wooyoung stomped to his wardrobe. He flung the item into the deepest and mustiest part of his closet, hoping the spiders would make it their new home.

"He's not that type of friend. I told you it wasn't like that."

"I caught you cheating with him, you piece of shit," Wooyoung screamed at his wall. A moment later, he caught himself and exhaled.

They had been over this more times than he could count. His pillows were soaked from tears, but there was no changing it now. Seungyoun, his boyfriend of five years and fiancé of one year, had broken up with Wooyoung last Sunday in the most repulsive of ways. They had parted in screaming and objects flying while Seungyoun's 'he's not that type of friend' had scrambled to put on one of Seungyoun's sweaters that Wooyoung had worn countless of times before.

One of his favourites, of all.

The past week was spent with Wooyoung crying to all of their shared friends and screaming at Seungyoun on every occasion. His tantrum bothered his ex even more, and he cut deep in Wooyoung's shattered heart by telling him he was glad to have broken off things after learning how annoying Wooyoung could be.

Wooyoung learned the swear words of eight languages just to find the proper one to call Seungyoun.

"Nevermind. I'll send someone. If I see your face one more time, I'll remodel your bone structure," Wooyoung rasped, reeling himself to sanity. Seungyoun wasn't worth it. Not for ditching Wooyoung, and not for doing it in such a cruel matter. He had known Wooyoung would be back from work at that hour and he hadn't even looked apologetic when Wooyoung had barged in on them. On the contrary. His smile looked relieved and almost smug.

Wooyoung clutched his hand into a fist to reel in his anger. His nails dug crescents of pain into his skin. Seungyoun was the biggest douche. Wooyoung hated the tears he had wasted on him and he hated how Seungyoun knew and didn't care about his pain.

He had cared once. A long time ago when he had wooed Wooyoung with flowers and chocolates like the most precious of boyfriends. But the last months had been filled with sighs and groans and mentions of how displeased he was by anything Wooyoung suggested. As if Wooyoung was the one to ruin that relationship. As if he hadn't done everything to preserve it.

As if he wasn't the only one in pain now.

He had better things to do. Drink himself into a coma, for example. Have a one night stand with a random stranger to feel something other than pain, even better.

"Fine. Tell me once they're here," Seungyoun grumbled, dismissive, as if they hadn't known each other for the past seven years. As if they hadn't been the utter dream couple that all of their friends were jealous of.