enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

eleven : a painful past

3 years later
san: 26 wooyoung :25

gave him full control
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As Wooyoung felt the weight of uncertainty lift from his shoulders, he cast one last lingering glance at Yeosang, they arrived home from mingi birthday party. that wooyoung definitely ruined. now home in his room he could feel yeosang staring at him.

Yeosang was gazing at Wooyoung with a curious expression. "Wooyoung, can we talk about happen?"

Wooyoung scoffed, shaking his head. "what's to talk about, Yeosang."

Yeosang's eyes narrowed, sensing something amiss. "like what happen, what was said."

Wooyoung's tone grew defensive. "yeosang , drop it please ."

But Yeosang wasn't one to back down easily. "No, Wooyoung, I won't drop it. If something's bothering you, we're supposed to share, remember?"

Wooyoung's fingers trembled as he held the papers, a tangible weight of finality in his hands. "He gave me the divorce papers, just like you wanted. It's here." wooyoung takes it out from his pocket and place it on the bed.

Yeosang, perceptive as ever, quizzically examined Wooyoung's face. "Do you love him?"

Wooyoung's eyes darted away momentarily, a fleeting struggle betraying him as he finally forced out a reluctant, "No, of course not."

Yeosang sighed, seeing through the facade. "Don't be stupid. He never treated you well or cared about you like I do."

Inches away from Wooyoung's face, Yeosang pressed on, his voice low and intense, "He never cared for you, and tonight is proof. Don't let his hollow gestures cloud your judgment, Wooyoung. You deserve better than someone who only realizes your worth when it's slipping away."

Yeosang's words hung heavy in the air, but before Wooyoung could respond, a palpable tension gripped him. The weight of the papers seemed to magnify, becoming an unbearable burden. His breath quickened, and then, without warning, the dam broke.

Wooyoung's composure shattered, his nerves unraveling. He clutched at his head, fingers tangling in disheveled strands of hair. "I-I can't, Yeosang," he stammered, voice cracking under the strain.

In a heartbreaking display, Wooyoung began hitting himself, a desperate attempt to cope with the emotional whirlwind tearing through him. Each blow was a punishing echo of the turmoil within. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he repeated in a tortured mantra, the word escaping his lips like a plea for forgiveness.

Yeosang, alarmed and distressed, reached out to steady Wooyoung. "Stop, Wooyoung. You don't need to apologize. You're not alone in this. We'll get through it together."

But Wooyoung seemed trapped in a cycle of self-blame. Tears mingled with apologies as he struggled against the waves of anguish crashing over him. Yeosang, torn between worry and helplessness, knew that the road to healing would be challenging, but he was determined to stand by Wooyoung's side.

Yeosang's touch was gentle anchor in the storm of Wooyoung's breakdown. With a soothing voice, Yeosang said, "Wooyoung, breathe. You're not alone. I'm here with you. You can move on and you will."

Slowly, inch by inch, Yeosang guided Wooyoung away from the destructive spiral. He encouraged him to take deep breaths, grounding him in the present moment. "Count with me, Wooyoung. Inhale, one, exhale, two."

Together, they waded through the numbers, a shared rhythm calming the tempest within Wooyoung. As they counted, the storm began to subside, the waves of self-inflicted pain gradually giving way to a fragile calm.

"Inhale, three, exhale, four," Yeosang continued, his voice steady and unwavering. Wooyoung, still trembling, mirrored the counting, finding solace in the simple act of shared breaths.

By the time they reached ten, the air felt clearer, and Wooyoung's shoulders slumped with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. Yeosang held him, a silent promise that no matter the struggles ahead, they would face them together.

"Inhale, eleven, exhale, twelve," Yeosang whispered, determined to anchor Wooyoung in the present, counting away the echoes of a painful past.