enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

fouthteen: something entirely different.

Through this together.

Wooyoung and Yeosang wandered the aisles of the paint store, the subtle scent of fresh colors lingering in the air like a promise of new beginnings. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a gentle glow on the myriad of paint cans that lined the shelves.

Mingi's voice, a friendly interruption to their contemplative stroll, cut through the subdued hum of the store. "Paint shopping? You guys planning to redecorate?"

Yeosang, with a smile that held the confidence of someone well-versed in answering unexpected questions, responded, "Actually, we bought a house recently."

Mingi's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "You guys? A house? That's... wow. Are you staying in Korea then?"

There it was — the question Wooyoung was both anticipating and dreading. Before he could offer a response, Yeosang smoothly interjected, "Just until this one's divorce is over. We're considering other options."

The weight of the unspoken hung in the air, a silent acknowledgment that painted the conversation with hues of both hope and uncertainty. Mingi, ever the social planner, shifted his focus to Wooyoung. "Hey, there's this fantastic dance show happening soon. You guys should come!"

Wooyoung's eyes lit up with the prospect, a spark of excitement dancing within him. But, just as he began to nod eagerly, Yeosang's voice cut through, a gentle reminder of their impending journey. "Oh, we'll be in Canada by then."

The fleeting excitement in Wooyoung's eyes dulled, replaced by a practiced smile. "Next time, for sure," he added, attempting to cast off the disappointment that lingered like a shadow.

As they bid farewell to Mingi, Wooyoung couldn't shake the sense of missed opportunities. The past, once vivid, felt increasingly distant, replaced by the intricacies of his new life. "Thanks, manager," he joked, wrapping his arm around Yeosang in a playful display of camaraderie.

Yeosang rolled his eyes, a playful retort on the tip of his tongue, until his gaze caught a color that beckoned them both. The shelves of paint cans became a canvas for their shared vision — a home they were building together. In the quiet corners of the paint store, their journey through this chapter unfolded, each brushstroke of color a symbol of the rich tapestry they were weaving.

As they walked to the car, the paint cans clinking softly, Yeosang couldn't resist a casual comment. "Mingi was being noisy back there."

Wooyoung, still wrestling with the echoes of missed connections, sighed. "I just miss them," he admitted, a trace of longing in his voice.

Yeosang, ever pragmatic, shrugged as he carefully placed the paint in the car. "Sure, he never missed us when we were in America. Didn't call us once."

Wooyoung, not wanting to let Yeosang's negativity seep into his thoughts, chose a simple response. "Life just happens," he said, trying to brush off the weight of unspoken emotions.

As Wooyoung took the driver's seat, the engine humming to life, the car became a capsule of shared moments and unresolved emotions. "What Is Love" by twice played softly, a song that once danced between Wooyoung and San. The nostalgic chords stirred a yearning in him, and without thinking, he reached to change the track.

But before he could press a button, Yeosang's hand intercepted, slapping Wooyoung's away. "I like this song," he said, the words carrying a quiet determination.

Wooyoung felt a sting of betrayal; this song held memories of shared laughter and spontaneous dances. "Fine," he huffed, letting the notes of "What Is Love" drifted through the speakers, a haunting echo of memories that refused to loosen their grip.

and he stole a glance at Yeosang, the person beside him, the person he was trying to build something new with.

A realization dawned on him — he needed to get over himself sometimes. The past, with all its echoes of love and heartache, couldn't dictate the rhythms of his present and the future he was trying to shape. The first step toward moving on wasn't just acceptance; it was an active embrace of what was right in front of him.

"I wanna know, know, know what is love!" Wooyoung suddenly yelled, his voice piercing through the melody. Yeosang burst into laughter, the genuine, infectious kind that filled the car.

In that moment, Wooyoung felt a subtle shift, like a curtain parting to reveal the possibility of something new. The song, once a vessel of shared moments with someone else, was transforming into a bridge connecting him to laughter and joy with Yeosang.

As the city lights painted a mosaic outside the car windows, Wooyoung let himself be carried away by the chorus of the song, the laughter intertwining with the melody. It wasn't about erasing the past; it was about acknowledging it, learning from it, and allowing the present to bloom into something entirely different.

( okay the following will in the same timeline now :)