enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

eighteen: time to let go

same of moving forward
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In the quiet confines of Wooyoung's parents' house, he approached Yeosang with a sincerity that reflected his genuine remorse. "It makes sense why it triggered you, and I'm sorry for not considering your feelings," Wooyoung confessed, a tinge of regret evident in his eyes. "But it was a coincidence, truly."

Yeosang, initially guarded, softened at Wooyoung's apology. He accepted it gracefully and, in turn, offered his own apology for his reaction. As the layers of tension began to peel away, Yoesang vulnerably admitted that his misplaced anger towards Wooyoung had roots in jealousy, "even in highschool it was always about san this san that. i just hated him ."

"well-" wooyoung wanted to say something but he shake his head. he's not going to defend someone from the past,"let's not worry about him anymore."

The night took a positive turn as they decided to end it on a reconciliatory note. A fancy dinner provided the backdrop for their renewed connection, where unspoken words found solace in the ambiance. The evening, however, didn't conclude with just dinner; it extended into an intimate moment of makeup sex.

In the morning light, the remnants of yesterday's tension lingered as Yeosang informed wooyoung about retrieving his computer from the store. "Jongho is at the front with it," Yeosang mentioned, adding a brief instruction before swiftly making his exit, leaving wooyoung stunned walking towards the shop.

jongho wasn't at the sans house after they had the fight, but he could already assume that they told him summary of what happened. He walks in spotting a person who was too tall to be jongho facing his back towards him.

Nervously walking into the computer store, Wooyoung spotted a figure with their back turned, seemingly too tall to be Jongho. As he approached, the realization struck— it was San, who turned to look at him with narrow eyes. Awkwardness hung in the air as Wooyoung stammered, "Just wanted to get the laptop Jongho was fixing. It was Yeosang's."

"Ah, okay," San replied dully, a crooked smile on his face. Jongho, appearing at the counter with a computer box in hand, tactfully chose not to comment on the strained atmosphere between Wooyoung and San.

Wooyoung opened his mouth to express gratitude, but San beat him to it. With a bright smile, San greeted, "Hi, Felix," causing Wooyoung to freeze. The memories of the café, the moment he found out that he was dating san, and lastly the shameful realization that he kiss san as he knew he was dating felix.

Observing Felix's interactions with San, Wooyoung couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt. Felix's genuine glow and the warmth he brought to San made Wooyoung question his own actions. As Felix didn't seem to recognize him or approach him, Wooyoung breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Felix didn't deserve to be caught in the aftermath of his mistakes.

Yeosang's sudden presence, gripping Wooyoung's waist, added an extra layer of tension. As San left to assist another customer, the atmosphere thickened, leaving Wooyoung to wonder whether San saw through the forced act or if there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Yeosang's tightening grip suggested that the random pda they were maintaining might be more challenging than anticipated.

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Yeosang's anger escalated when Wooyoung remained silent in the face of his accusations. "You do shitty things and always play the victim," Yeosang accused, his frustration boiling over.

With a heavy acknowledgment, Wooyoung finally responded, "You're right. I'm horrible." As he started the car, Yeosang continued to vent, hurling words of anger and hurt in Wooyoung's direction. Wooyoung, unable to hold back his emotions, quietly wiped away a tear.

"You don't deserve to cry. I should be crying because here I am, dating a guy who will never love me," Yeosang yelled, his words cutting through the strained air. "Am I right about that?"

"Yeosang, I do love you—" Wooyoung's plea was cut short as Yeosang abruptly opened his door when the traffic light turned green. "Yeosang?!" Wooyoung called out, desperation in his voice.

"Fuck you! And don't fucking follow me," Yeosang yelled, storming away from the car. Wooyoung sighed as a car honked impatiently at him. He parked the car, hoping Yeosang would pass by on the sidewalk.

But Yeosang never did, leaving Wooyoung bewildered about why he waited. In that moment, he faced the stark realization that when he kissed San the other day, his heart had never truly belonged to Yeosang. Unable to get over San, Wooyoung was left grappling with the consequences of his actions and the undeniable truth about his feelings.

In the soft glow of the streetlights, it seemed like the universe was sending Wooyoung a message when he spotted San and Felix sharing a kiss. The sight, though heart-wrenching, carried a bittersweet undercurrent. It was as if the universe whispered, telling him to get over himself.

The pang in his heart intensified, yet a tinge of happiness flickered within. At least, he thought, San had found a reason to smile. Wooyoung, grappling with conflicting emotions, harshly wiped away his tears, feeling a sense of self-disgust for shedding tears over something he had caused.

"You need to get over yourself and let him be," Wooyoung whispered to himself, the weight of realization settling in. With a heavy heart, he started the car, driving away from the scene, leaving behind the echoes of his own mistakes and the understanding that it was time to let go.