enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

seven: best of him.

this great opportunity.

As Wooyoung carefully folded his clothes and placed them into his suitcase, the weight of his decision pressed heavily on him. He was acutely aware of the tension that hung in the air, the choice he had made threatening the harmony of their home. Yet, the pull of his dreams was too potent to ignore, the opportunity too rare to let slip through his fingers.

He hadn't expected San to be standing there, watching him with a look of hurt confusion. When San's voice, shaky with emotion, broke the silence, Wooyoung felt a pang of guilt pierce through him.

"What's going on, Woo?" San asked, drawing closer.

Wooyoung paused, his hands stilling on the fabric of his shirt. He turned to face his husband, taking in the vulnerability in San's eyes. It was a moment of truth, and his heart ached with the knowledge that his next words might deepen the rift between them.

"I've decided to go on the tour, San," Wooyoung said softly, his own voice betraying the turmoil within. "I know you're not in favor of it, and it's killing me to go against your wishes... but this is a chance I might never get again."

San feels his heart drop into his stomach. "And what about us?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about our life together? You don't care?"

Wooyoung sighs, his frustration evident. "I do care, San," he says. "But I need more than this. I need to chase my dreams."

San feels the tears welling up in his eyes. "You can't just leave me behind," he pleads. "We've built a life together, Woo. You can't just throw that all away."

"I'm not throwing anything away," Wooyoung says, his voice rising in frustration. "I'm trying to make something of myself. Don't you want that for me?"

"Of course I do," San says, his voice cracking. "But not at the expense of our relationship. You can't just leave me here alone."

"I'm not leaving you alone," Wooyoung says, his voice cold. "You'll have your friends and your job and your life here. I'm just going to chase my own dreams."

Wooyoung continues to pack as he doesn't have much time left,  He hopes San could understand how this wasn't a bad idea but a blessing, an great opportunity

"You can't do this, Woo," he says, his voice shaking. "You can't just leave me behind."

Wooyoung stops packing and turns to face San, feeling guilty for causing him so much pain. "I'm not leaving you behind, San. You're always going to be a part of my life, no matter where I am."

Tension crackled in the air, the distance between them measured more by emotions than the physical space of the room. San's skeptical gaze followed Wooyoung's every move, his disbelief palpable. "You'll be on the other side of the world," San pointed out, not sure if wooyoung understands the miles that would soon separate them.

"We will figure it out," Wooyoung replied, his voice a blend of determination and pleading. His hands moved methodically, folding and packing, even as his heart wavered. "Please don't hate me, San."

San's response was a surge of raw emotion, his voice rising in a yell that echoed off the walls, "I'm just hurt, you went against my wishes."

Wooyoung flinched, the accusation stinging. "I'm sorry, but I work too hard—" he began, only to be cut off by San's sharp interjection.

"No, I work too hard supporting you!" San snapped, his frustration boiling over, leaving Wooyoung to mutter a defense that was barely audible.

"What, you have something to say?" San's challenge was a clear invitation for Wooyoung to speak his mind.