One Way Or Another | Sansang

- Tried -

Yeosang let out the most blood-curling scream as he watched his friend take his last breath, his heartbeat stopped within seconds; it was like everything was so fast. He hated himself for everything now, how could he just allow this to happen? He didn't want to move, nor leave. He kept rethinking all of the moments they had, even the promise of them escaping and leaving everything behind. Tears kept falling as all he could do was hug the dead body of his friend, not giving a care in the world that his friend's blood was on his clothes and body now, if he could go back in time he would. He hated himself for everything now, so what if wooyoung was the reason yeosang turned out to be like this? Without making wooyoung realize, he could've of been the one who would be dead by now and yeosang...he exactly wished at that moment that he would be. He hated himself for what he said, why would he even say that in the first place? He was mad and he had a right to be but no right to hurt his own friend's feelings.
At this point, to himself he felt and knew that he was in the wrong for this.

He wished those weren't the words wooyoung would have to hear and remember before going; he hated every little thing about the words he chosen, and how he used them against his will. He never intended to hurt wooyoung; if he could go back in time, he would.
Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Thought he got into a physical fight with his own best friends, he should've of known right then and there that it was time to stop. Since wooyoung wasn't using his strength to fight back but to protect himself until he had shoved yeosang into the closet to protect him, it made him feel guilt more than he ever has. Thought yeosang almost fought his ass til it was black and purple, wooyoung still cared and protected him. But how was he gonna leave the place when his best friend was dead? It wasn't like he went to a hospital and they told him the news, oh no no...he watched his best friend for many years die right in front of his own eyes.
Just imagine that...

He has no other plan or no way to escape now, it was triggering him on how fucked up he was at this moment. That's when he had so many flashbacks; ones that made him have hatred for himself and some that made him hug his best friend's dead body closer to himself as tears came down even more...

Flashback
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The two sat down on the front porch of yeosang's house, the birds were chirping as the sun shined down onto the pair; who were holding juice boxes while their hair danced in the wind, their untied shoelaces completed the look as their matching best friends t-shirts completed everything once and for all. The two were hanging out together for their 3rd year together, thought it took a lot to convince each other's parents to hangout alone with each other, they were glad the begging and finishing their chores and homework together worked out. Laughter and jokes were heard as wooyoung's dramatic screaming as he ran from yeosang who was chasing him with a water gun after they finished their juice boxes. It wasn't until they started throwing waterballoons at each other. "Yah! watch the hair, don't you know how much it cost to get it this fixed?! My mother will kill me!"  "Oh stop being dramatic!" The laughter calmed down when they both saw only one water balloon left, and they both rushed over it..however wooyoung had a better plan and brought the hose out as he started spraying yeosang who was trying to cover himself up, which did not work obviously. But when they were called in for dinner, they brought it out to eat at the table. Yeosang was lucky his parents were kind enough letting him stay the night at wooyoung's house, they weren't use to yeosang having friends. He really had none until he met wooyoung, he trusted him a lot. 

As the two were eating and got finished, wooyoung let out a burp which caused yeosang to choke on his drink. "You're suppose to swallow that dumbass!" yeosang rolled his eyes, "Oh shut up." The two watched the sunset as yeosang glanced at his friend, he sighed; bringing his knees up to his chest. "hey woo?" "yeah?" Yeosang bit his lip before continuing the cheesy weird feeling. "You'll never leave me right?" "What?! Of course not! Are you crazy? We've been friends for three years, I would never not even if I have to choose between you or others, It'll always be you."
"I'm glad I met you, woo."
"I'm glad I met you too."

- End of flashback

Pain, regret, a failure...was all yeosang could think and feel for himself.
He hated how he could say such words without knowing how much they could cut deep into others like a knife and leave the person hurt and damaged. This was all his fault, according to himself wooyoung didn't deserve to go, it should've of been him. He let go of his best friend resting him back on the wall on the closet, he wiped his tears before mumbling a few things. "I-I'm going to miss you so much...I'm such a fucking idiot! You never deserved this....never!" That's when he got an idea, an idea others might say it's horrible but to himself, it was the only way. There was no other way, since the one person he could trust was now gone. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He took out the blade San has given him as a gift, his eyes stared at his friend's body before he slowly brought the blade to his face, taking a glance at it before slowly pointing it at his stomach. "I can't...I can't, I can't..." Was all he could repeat, he was only inches away into being with wooyoung until......

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Stop right now!"