enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

fifthteen: come see me

something entirely different.
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Wooyoung craved something different, a longing that lingered in the midnight air as he compiled a list of aspirations. leading to the next morning found him in flashy colored well known salon owned by Hongjoong.

Hongjoong's heart skipped a beat as Wooyoung walked into his salon, a cascade of memories flooding back like a well-written melody. "Well, look who decided to grace my salon with their presence," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes "come sit down."

Leading Wooyoung to the chair, Hongjoong gracefully fastened the apron around his neck, a casual question hanging in the air.

"What's the vibe today?" he inquired, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Wooyoung met his own reflection in the mirror, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "I'll leave it in your capable hands, Hongjoong. Surprise me," he replied,  trusting him.

The stylist's grin widened, and with the skill of a craftsman, he embarked on the delightful task of reshaping Wooyoung's hair, each snip a stroke of artistic camaraderie.

Leaving the salon with a head of fiery red hair that mirrored Hongjoong's own, Wooyoung felt like a living work of art. He looks at reflection in a tinted car window, Wooyoung couldn't deny that the bold choice suited him perfectly as he recalled that red is in by the stylist.

as he started walking Wooyoung found himself in a local cafe instead. Ordering a muffin, he unintentionally snagged the last one, disappointing the guy behind him. Sensing the situation, Wooyoung turned and offered the muffin, confessing, "I really shouldn't even be eating it."

"Sure about that?" the guy asked.

"My boyfriend would absolutely freak," Wooyoung replied, adding a touch of drama that carried a kernel of truth. He and Yeosang had their designated days for indulging, and today wasn't one of them. The guy, with a bright smile, appreciated the unexpected act of generosity.

As Wooyoung and Lee Felix exchanged thanks and introductions, they found common ground in their love for girl groups. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and Wooyoung discovered that Felix shared a bias in a famous girl group. "She's so amazing; I wish one day to dance with her," Wooyoung remarked.

"It seems like it's in your fate, especially since you've danced with BLACKPINK," Felix encouraged him. When their muffins were ready, they exchanged social media information and parted ways, leaving Wooyoung with a genuine smile from making a new friend.

Returning home, Wooyoung found Yeosang on the phone. Before he could inquire, Yeosang hastily said goodbye and shifted the conversation to Wooyoung's newly styled hair. "Hongjoong says it's in," Wooyoung confidently declared, causing Yeosang to make a face. "You don't like it?"

"It will grow on me. You usually don't do K-pop-looking hairstyles. Debut when, Wooyoung oppa?" Yeosang playfully teased.

Wooyoung grimaced, responding with a firm "Yeosang, no." However, he found himself caught off guard as Yeosang hugged him, displaying a rare bout of cuddliness. Wooyoung reciprocated, and as Yeosang kissed his forehead, he asked about Wooyoung's day.

"Went to practice and took a nap," Yeosang replied, prying himself off Wooyoung. "I'm leading in a show next month."

Wooyoung congratulated Yeosang, expressing pride. "So proud of you! Did you just find out?" Yeosang nodded, mentioning that he was on the phone with Jaehyun, their manager , said the other guy had apparently broken his leg while bungee jumping.

Wincing at the news, Wooyoung hoped for whoever to have a speedy recovery. As he placed his phone on the charger and settled on the couch.Wooyoung's phone lit up with a notification, drawing Yeosang's attention as he sat next to him.

Yeosang peered at the screen, reading aloud, "Who's Felee?" He noticed that Wooyoung's follow request was accepted, and the other user had reciprocated. Yeosang, with a mischievous glint, glanced at Wooyoung, then decided to take matters into his own hands, unlocking the phone with his knowledge of the password.

As the profile opened, Wooyoung tried to explain, "Hey, it's just a new friend I met." But Yeosang stiffened, distancing himself to keep the phone out of Wooyoung's reach, his expression hardening.

"You're insane," Yeosang retorted, finally managing to secure the phone from Wooyoung's grasp. "Fucking following your ex's new boyfriend is so fucking insane."

Wooyoung, curious about Yeosang's reaction, looked at Felix's profile for the first time, only to find pictures of him and San.

Wooyoung's fingers moved with purpose, swiftly unfollowing and blocking Felix's account. "Blocked and unfollowed. I met him at the cafe today; I didn't know he was—" he began, but Yeosang, already standing, interrupted with a nonchalant "Whatever."

"Yeo... you really think I would do that?" Wooyoung's voice held a hint of hurt as Yeosang walked away, arms crossed. Wooyoung stood, attempting to explain, "Yeosang, I'm over him."

"But yet he's always the topic of our conversation," Yeosang retorted, turning to face Wooyoung. "And I'm so tired."

Wooyoung, feeling the weight of misunderstanding, couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated. Defensively, he said, "Sorry for exchanging socials with randoms. Next time, I'll check if they aren't linked to San," the words tinged with a touch of sarcasm that he hoped would dissipate the tension.

"You're fucking not," Yeosang retorted, the anger in his voice escalating.

"Because I did nothing wrong!" Wooyoung yelled, his frustration reaching a boiling point. Standing up for himself, he declared, "I'm moving on, I really am, and you aren't allowing me." The air between them crackled with unresolved emotions, and Wooyoung couldn't shake the feeling that the past was continually haunting his present.
Yeosang, fueled by anger and hurt, left their apartment, leaving a perplexed and annoyed San behind. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, and as he stepped outside, the cool air offered little solace to his swirling emotions.

Feeling a sense of desperation, wooyoung pulled out his phone, scrolling through to schedule a therapy session,  he felt that was on the brink of insanity after fighting with yeosang.

In the midst of this, a text notification interrupted his thoughts. He hesitated, recognizing the sender he had sworn never to talk to again. The phone screen illuminated with a message, a connection to the past he had tried to leave behind. Wooyoungs thumb hovered over the screen, torn between the past and the efforts to find healing in the present.

San: come see me