enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

25: to moving forward. (again)

Another long ah chapter, GOODNIGHT.

The dance studio had mainly stayed the same since Wooyoung left it a year ago. The familiar scent of polished wood and sweat hit him as he pushed the heavy glass door open. The call from the company had come unexpectedly, like a sudden chord change in a piece of music. They begged him to come back, said his leg was healed, and that they needed him. Now.

Wooyoung hesitated when asked to rejoin the dance team because he was confused about Yeosang's situation. Hyunjin explained that Yeosang got kicked out for acting weirdly towards another dancer. It made Wooyoung realize Yeosang wasn't a good person, explaining why he worked at a restaurant. Wooyoung felt guilty for not seeing it sooner.

Feeling nervous and excited, Wooyoung stepped back into the dance studio. The familiar creaky floor and walls covered in dance memories surrounded him. Jamie, the head coach, welcomed him warmly but seemed worried. She said they missed him and were happy he danced with them again.

Despite the emotional baggage, Wooyoung quickly joined the dance routine, moving like he never stopped. The studio's atmosphere and the support from Hyunjin and the team helped him feel like he belonged, putting the past behind him.

The other dancers, initially hesitant, watched in awe as Wooyoung integrated into the formation. The unspoken language of their craft wove around them, creating a tapestry of motion that transcended words—the past year melted away, leaving only the present moment — a testament to the timeless allure of the dance.

After practice, the team gathered at a nearby club to celebrate Wooyoung's return. The pulsating rhythm of music spilled into the streets as laughter and conversation intermingled. The club's entrance welcomed them like a gateway to liberation, and Wooyoung, clad in the echoes of sweat and triumph, led the way.

The club's neon lights painted the dancers in electric blue and passionate red hues as the team formed a circle, a collective heartbeat pulsating to the music. The air was thick with the scent of success, and smiles and outstretched hands surrounded Wooyoung.

"Welcome back!" someone shouted over the music, and the club cheered. The team, a diverse constellation of personalities, encircled Wooyoung, their voices blending into a chorus of celebration. The beats of the music intertwined with the laughter, creating a rhythm that echoed the harmony of a perfectly executed dance.

Amidst the laughter and swirling colors of the club, a friendly face approached Wooyoung, holding a glass of champagne like a toast to his return. The gesture symbolized camaraderie, a shared joy that sparkled in the enthusiasm of celebration.

"Come on, Wooyoung, you've earned it!" his teammate exclaimed, pressing the glass into his hand.

Wooyoung hesitated momentarily, his fingers grazing the cold surface of the glass. The temptation beckoned him to partake in the jubilation like a fleeting waltz. Ten months of sobriety hung in the balance, a delicate dance between discipline and the allure of the moment.

Wooyoung stared at the glass, the bubbles inside rising like echoes of the past. Ten months of sobriety had been a quiet victory, a journey he had embarked on to reclaim control over his life. The club's music pulsed, matching the rhythm of his conflicted thoughts.

The cheers of his teammates echoed around him, their smiles inviting him to join in the revelry. For a moment, the glass felt heavy in his hand, a choice between the disciplined strides of his newfound sobriety and the intoxicating allure of the present.

Without thinking twice, Wooyoung took a sip, the cool liquid trailing down his throat. The taste, a familiar yet distant memory, sparked a cascade of sensations. The celebration dance around him blurred, and for that fleeting moment, he was suspended in the delicate balance between restraint and abandon.