enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

20: i want him back

changed chapter 20, so it can be suitable for the timeline

In the sterile white landscape of his hospital room, Wooyoung lay, his heart pounding a rhythm of disbelief against his ribcage. The fluorescent lights above bore down on him, a cruel spotlight on the unfolding drama. His mind was a swirling tempest of 'why's and 'how could you's. Yeosang's confession hung in the air; an insidious specter of betrayal that choked Wooyoung's breath.

"Cant believe i wasted my time breaking you and san up"

"What?" Wooyoung's voice wavered, a fragile bird in the face of a hurricane. The taste of betrayal sat bitter on his tongue, like swallowed glass. "What did you said?"

"you heard me, i did what's best for you." Yeosang's voice, once a soothing balm, now sounded like shards of ice, each word a dagger piercing Wooyoung's heart. " I love you, more than he could," he claimed, his tone dyed in a dark hue of obsession, his love a twisted mockery of the word. "especially when you never deserve it."

"You plotted, manipulated, gaslit, and isolated me!" Wooyoung's words erupted from him like a volcanic surge of hurt and anger. The taste of tears was salty on his lips. "I never asked for that, crazy."

Yeosang merely rolled his eyes, a gesture so nonchalant it was grotesque. "If that's what you want to call it, whatever. But it doesn't change the fact that I love you and care for you when sad let you go so easily. Remember you cried on my shoulder telling me how amazing i was to you."

"shut up." wooyoung grits but yeosang continues," San probably is write you are selfish because it was too easy to get in your pant-"

Wooyoung felt his stomach churn, his world collapsing around him. How could he have been so blind?, "I said shut up."

Yeosang stops and his eyes soften when he watches the younger cries, even though apart of him was happy. This was for making him go insane,"Stop it." wooyoung cries in his hands.

"Baby, i just wanted the best for you all i asked why him?" Yeosang whispers, and wooyoung doesn't answer. "He doesn't even love you, because if he did he would be here."

"stop it and leave." wooyoung says trying to calm himself but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing,"Leave, and stay away from me."

"fine i'll go since you want him so bad, but i promise you what," Yeosang's threat came as a final blow, yet Wooyoung found he didn't care. "ditching me, won't make San love you again." yeosang finally leaves leaving wooyoung to cry until he couldn't no more.

Which he later finds out that it was true, when he got a hand on his phone to contact san to find himself blocked. He couldn't accept this reality. Wooyoung toss his phone across the room, not wanting to believe or understand why san even came if it resulted him to block him.

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Days slipped by like ghosts, each one a carbon copy of the last. Wooyoung felt detached, as though he were watching his life unfold from a distance. The taste of betrayal left a bitter aftertaste, and each newly recovered memory added to the burden of his heartbreak. Food held no appeal, sleep eluded him, his mind a perpetual spinning carousel of thoughts he couldn't escape. The hollow echo of San's absence gnawed at him, a constant reminder of what he'd lost.

His world had shrunk to the confines of his hospital bed, the drab walls an unchanging backdrop to his misery. Each day was punctuated by the arrival of the doctor, his cheerful demeanor at odds with the bleak landscape of Wooyoung's existence.

"Hello, Mr. Jung," the doctor would begin each day, his smile a bright slash in the sterile room. Wooyoung's response, if any, was monosyllabic, his gaze never wavering from the barren wall. "how are you?"

"I'm fine," he'd insist, the hollow words echoing in the room. His disinterest in food was an open secret, his untouched meals a silent testament to his sorrow. His only wish was to return home, though he had no idea what home meant anymore. He did feel safe.

"We are worried about you." The doctor started to met with a stony silence. "Suggest that we get you someone to talk to."

"I have a therapist, and I don't need to talk to him." Wooyoung's words were a murmur, his gaze focused on his bruised hands. A question slipped into the sterile silence, a whisper of desperation. "When can I go home?"

The doctor's answer was a gauntlet thrown, a challenge to the wall of denial Wooyoung had built. "Until we figure out why you crashed your car." His words were met with an immediate denial, "It was an accident," Wooyoung retorted, but the doctor's skeptical gaze suggested he saw through the lie.

"We don't think so." The doctor's words were heavy with concern, his plea for honesty met with a scornful eye roll from Wooyoung. The doctor's next words were a bombshell, detonating in the quiet room. "Your mom wants to place you in a facility."

The word 'facility' hung in the air, a grim specter of institutionalized monotony. Wooyoung's reaction was immediate, explosive. "What!" He yelled, his voice raw and hoarse. "Why?"

"She thinks it's the best," the doctor tried to explain, his voice softening, "We're worried for you. We know you're going through some rough times..."

"So, you conclude that I was trying to kill myself?" Wooyoung's words were an accusation, a bitter retort that left the doctor silent. "So fucking judgmental. I'm fine!"

"Okay." The doctor's reply was a surrender, a retreat from the battlefield of Wooyoung's anger. As the door closed behind him, Wooyoung let the tears fall, his body shaking with the force of his sobs. He knew he wasn't okay, and he'll never will be.

"Why?" The question from Hongjoong was simple, a single word loaded with confusion, hurt, and disbelief. It hung in the air between them, a plea for understanding, a demand for an explanation.

Wooyoung shrugged, his gaze dropping to his hands. "Life is shitty." The flippant answer was a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation, the reality of his confession.

"So you fucking crash into a tree? Wooyoung!" Hongjoong's voice rose in anger and hurt, his disbelief echoing in the sterile room. He let go of their embrace, the warmth of his touch replaced with the chill of his disappointment.

"I...um, I'm sorry," Wooyoung stuttered out an apology, his voice small and broken. "It's stupid and selfish. I'm just mentally not okay especially finding out how Yeosang went out his way to break up San and me and I allowed him."

A fresh wave of tears spilled from his eyes, the salt stinging his already raw skin. He wiped at them hurriedly, his heart aching with regret and guilt. "I allowed him to ruin my relationship with San, and now he hates me. I never wanted to divorce him. Every day I think of him."

His confession was a painful litany of regret and self-loathing, a testament to the turmoil that had driven him to such desperate measures. And in the silence that followed, he felt the weight of his decisions, the cost of his actions, the price of his despair.

"i want him back but i never can."