enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

thirteen: through this together

more than that
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The restaurant buzzed with soft chatter and the clinking of cutlery, creating a cocoon of intimacy around Wooyoung and Yeosang. They sat at a small table bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, a tableau of a couple seemingly lost in the shared world of a romantic dinner.

Yeosang extended a forkful of salad toward Wooyoung, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Come on, it's good for you," he coaxed, the verdant greens poised mid-air.

Wooyoung recoiled, his lips forming a tight line. He glanced outside the window, where the city lights shimmered in the evening dusk. Yeosang's sigh was almost imperceptible, a soft exhale that spoke volumes.

"Am I not enough?" Yeosang's question hung in the air, the weight of it settling on the table.

Wooyoung, puzzled by Yeosang's sudden solemnity, furrowed his brows. "Why do you think that?" he inquired, his voice a mix of confusion and concern.

"Because you look like a sad puppy," Yeosang replied, his gaze unwavering. "I get it, divorcing is hard, but why aren't you happy with me?"

Wooyoung wanted to offer an explanation, to articulate the tangled mess of emotions within him, but the words seemed to escape him. Silence lingered between them, a tangible barrier that Yeosang's eyes traversed, searching for answers. In that moment, the flicker of the candlelight cast shadows on Wooyoung's face, revealing the conflict etched across his features.

"I love you, Yeosang," Wooyoung finally admitted, his voice soft and tinged with remorse. "I'm sorry if I've made you feel like I'm not appreciating what we have."

Yeosang's expression softened, a mixture of relief and understanding. Yet, as Wooyoung spoke, a cunning glint entered Yeosang's eyes. "It's just that," Yeosang began, his tone measured, "I've been on your side through all of this. I've seen you at your lowest, and I've been your support, your rock. But sometimes, it feels like you're pushing away the very person who's trying to save you."

The words hung in the air, a subtle manipulation that left Wooyoung feeling a pang of guilt deep within. It was as if Yeosang had uncovered a raw nerve, exploiting it to make Wooyoung question himself. The confession of love was met with a silent undercurrent of accusation, leaving Wooyoung entangled in a web of conflicting emotions and self-doubt.

Wooyoung, caught in the crossfire of his own emotions and Yeosang's words, felt like a pawn in a game he hadn't realized he was playing. "I never meant to," he murmured, his eyes betraying the turmoil within. "I just... I didn't see it that way."

Yeosang's response was a comforting facade, a mask that hid the underlying manipulation. "We can work through this together,"