enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

23: this one too.

another random 5 am update because why not. i can't sleep lol.
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"i love you"

The morning light streamed in through the bedroom window, casting long shadows across Wooyoung's face. He woke to the feeling of Juyeon stirring beneath him, a sweet murmur of "Good morning, babe," and a kiss on his forehead. Juyeon lifted Wooyoung's chin, meeting his gaze with a sleepy smile, "I hope you liked your present."

"I did," Wooyoung admitted, returning the kiss. But as they lay there, staring at each other, Juyeon's gaze was unfocused, as if he was lost in thought. And then, he said it again, "I love you, Soo."

Wooyoung looked away, his mind racing. He'd never asked for a relationship, had been upfront about his past and his inability to maintain a romantic connection. Had last night meant more to Juyeon than he'd realized? "Juyeon, maybe you should go," he said, his voice firm.

Juyeon sat up in surprise, watching as Wooyoung slid out of his grip and out of bed. "What? Why?" He asked, his eyes wide with confusion.

"Do you have feelings for me?" Wooyoung blurted out, unable to meet Juyeon's gaze. Juyeon opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again. "I can't, Juyeon. We made a deal."

"I'm sorry, I know, but I care for you," Juyeon said quietly, gathering his clothes and beginning to dress. "Even without the sex, I still care for-"

"Let's end this then," Wooyoung interrupted, his voice surprisingly steady. He liked Juyeon, but he couldn't risk another failed relationship. It was for his own good, and Juyeon would just have to accept it.

Juyeon's expression tightened, but he nodded. "Fine."

"Friends?" Wooyoung offered, his voice hopeful. Juyeon looked away, but eventually, he sighed and nodded. "Fine, because like I said, I still care about you."

They hugged each other for a moment, their bodies stiff with tension. It was awkward, but Wooyoung was sure they'd get past it. They had to.

After they broke their hug, Wooyoung walked Juyeon to the door. He found himself sliding down against the door after closing it, a wave of relief washing over him. He was glad that he didn't have to lose a friend over this.

He made a mental note to himself: no more hooking up with friends. It was too risky, and he wasn't willing to gamble his friendships on fleeting moments of pleasure.

Deciding he had spent enough time wallowing in self-pity, Wooyoung stood up and walked back to his room. The ringtone of his phone echoed through the room, and he picked it up to see his mother's name flashing on the screen. "Hey, birthday boy, are you free today?" she asked, her voice full of excitement. Despite his birthday being the day before, his mother always believed in celebrating the whole weekend, and since it was Saturday...

"Yes, what's up?" Wooyoung replied, opening his drawer to grab some clean clothes for his shower.

"Do you want to bake cookies?" she asked, and before Wooyoung could even respond, she added, "I'll pick you up in 20 minutes!" and hung up. His mother was known for her elaborate celebrations - last year, she had rented an entire movie theater just so they could have a Marvel movie marathon.

A smile crept onto Wooyoung's face as he remembered the fun he had that day. With that thought in mind, he walked into his bathroom, ready to start a new day.

Stepping outside, Wooyoung was greeted by a sharp, chilly breeze. He instantly regretted not dressing warmer to combat the fall temperatures.

He hurried into his mother's car, planting a kiss on her cheek before she drove off to the market. During the ride, he chatted about the mini birthday party his friends had thrown for him, and the gifts he received. He even showed off the necklace Juyeon had given him.

His mother inspected the necklace, then raised an eyebrow, "Did he also give you that hickey?" Wooyoung shrieked in embarrassment, covering the mark with his hand. "I see the way you two look at each other."

"We were just hooking up, but we called it quits this morning," Wooyoung confessed, his body lurching forward as his mother slammed on the brakes. "Mom?!?"

"Why? He's a good guy," she replied, looking at him with concern. Wooyoung shrugged, "I'm not into dating," he said, looking out the window, "so we just decided to remain friends."

Mrs. Jang decided not to press the issue any further. She understood her son's reasons, even though she wished he'd get back into dating. She knew it would take time for him to be ready again.

Once they arrived at the market, she handed Wooyoung a shopping list, which only had a few items on it; cookie dough, sprinkles, and icing. They parted ways as Wooyoung set off to find the items.

As Wooyoung searched for the elusive Oreo flavored cookie dough, his frustration mounting with each passing moment, he found himself muttering under his breath, "Where the hell is the Oreo flavor?"

A tap on his shoulder startled him, and he turned to see a blonde boy he had hoped to never cross paths with again.

"Um..." Wooyoung started, edging away nervously.

"I'm sorry, but you look so familiar, I had to ask-" the boy began, only to be cut off by Wooyoung's hurried response. "No, I don't know you."

"Oh, really? I'm a-" the boy was cut off again, this time by a taller figure yanking him to the side. Wooyoung recoiled as he met the steely gaze of his ex-husband, San.

Wooyoung could feel panic rising in him as San's angry accusations echoed through the market. "You can't leave me alone, huh?"

Wooyoung wanted to cry, to protest, but all he could do was stutter, too scared to form coherent words. Seeing San this angry, full of hatred, was worse than any of their previous encounters.

The blonde boy, Felix, tried to intervene, attempting to calm San down. Wooyoung realized Felix didn't understand the situation. "I spoke to him... I thought I knew him..." Felix admitted. They had met at a cafe once, but Wooyoung had blocked him out once he saw he was with San. Guilt creeps in alittle when wooyoung remembers meeting up with san to talk, them kissing, and the crying. A messy day, and he hopes felix never finds out what they did, san deserve something good in his life. wooyoung knows it wasn't him.

"I don't know you," Wooyoung stammered, panic gripping him as he a little shaken up by sans rightful outburst. Before anyone could say anything else, he turned and fled, running to the safety of the bathroom.

He locked the door behind him, closed his eyes, and tried to regulate his breathing. It was just another encounter, he told himself. He had survived many before, he would survive this one too.