enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

nineteen: he gave up

time to let go.

the past, the media, and the exes. wooyoung recovers himself with a bath and a empty house. when he got home majority of yeosang things were gone, as he was hope. it was for the best, even when it comes to breaking off a 17 year relationship. Wooyoung needed time to himself, and with that time he will reflect.

He wrote in his journal before going to be as if was a act of manifestation as he hopes that he will be okay. he was tired being sad. he didn't deserve to be sad he convinced himself to get out of the victim mentality. All this happens because of him, reminds himself.

He didn't consider his ex husband feelings when he left, and he never did extended reaching out when he was there. Instead he gave and was embarrassed when san's mom would send him messages. instead for the past three years he allow yeosang doubts become his reality and look where he is now.

miserable, and it's what he deserves right? action has consequences, even when he never thought how effective it would be. He would thought it would be smart to prolong the divorce papers causing san to be trapped. It was so easy to contact him too, wooyoung had his new number a year in living in america and he still haven't called.

wooyoung regrets and hates himself, and if it takes for this divorce to be over to allow san be freed wooyoung would be in his good behavior. Even when wooyoung would see san catch his eyes, he didn't allow himself to emotionally react. instead he smiled and went his marry go way.

Wooyoung slid into the driver's seat, a mechanical click echoing through the car as he closed the door behind him. The interior felt cold, almost indifferent to the emotional turmoil within him. He absentmindedly reached for his chapstick, a small, everyday action that offered a brief distraction.

In the rearview mirror, Wooyoung caught a glimpse of his reflection. As he applied the chapstick to his lips, his own eyes stared back, revealing a tumult of emotions beneath the surface. A silent curse escaped his lips when an uninvited tear streamed down his cheek.

"He's happy without you, and so will you," Wooyoung murmured to himself, trying to reinforce the mantra with every repetition. The words, however, felt hollow against the ache in his chest. He blinked rapidly, hoping to dispel the tears, but his vision blurred as he continued driving.

In the midst of this internal struggle, the road became a blur, and Wooyoung found himself entangled in his own conflicting thoughts. Until, tragically, his vision blurred not only with tears but with the impact of a collision as his car met a tree.

In the chaotic whirlwind of the collision, Wooyoung felt an otherworldly force launching him into a disorienting realm. The world blurred into a canvas of indistinct shapes and colors, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer impact of the crash. His consciousness became a fleeting specter, teetering on the precipice of awareness.

As the world spun around him, Wooyoung's body succumbed to the forces at play, and the edges of his perception blurred into an enveloping darkness. Time seemed both suspended and accelerated, an elusive dance that ushered him toward an uncharted oblivion.

When awareness finally flickered back into existence, Wooyoung found himself suspended in a surreal limbo. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as he gradually pieced together the realization that he was in a hospital. His surroundings came into focus with hesitant clarity, and he became acutely aware of the dull ache that reverberated through his body.

Suddenly, a sense of comfort enveloped Wooyoung as he looked up and saw San by his side. A warm smile graced San's face as he spoke with a sweet, reassuring voice, "I'm so glad that you are okay."

"Hey," Wooyoung responded, his voice carrying a hoarse quality, his emotions evident. As San gently took Wooyoung's hand, their connection spoke volumes. They shared a silent moment, sitting in the hospital room, hands entwined, and gazes locked in a mixture of relief and unspoken understanding.