enough. woosan (wooyoung pov)

26: proving it to you

Reaching a table, a voice cut through the air, breaking the fragile bubble of their reunion. "Hi," Wooyoung greeted, standing in front of San. The unexpected encounter caught San off guard, and for a moment, Wooyoung could sense the unease, transport back to a time when their lives were intertwined.

Wooyoung fidgeted, playing with his fingers, betraying his anxiety. San's confusion was evident as he furrowed his brows, the weight of memories and unanswered questions hanging in the air.

"Why are you here?" San blurted out, catching Wooyoung off guard. Wooyoung stepped back, his eyes flickering nervously – a subtle dance of unease that San recognized too well.

Playing with his fingers, Wooyoung couldn't help but notice the small details, the nuances from their shared history. The room seemed to shrink, the silence stretching between them.

"Y-you've texted me? It was a mistake, wasn't it?" Wooyoung's voice wavered, his eyes searching San's face for confirmation. San's frustrated facepalm conveyed the unexpected twist of fate.

"Of course it was," San replied with a heavy sigh, a bitter taste of regret lingering. Wooyoung's presence, an unintended intrusion, left San grappling with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Well, I did say—" Wooyoung began, but San swiftly cut him off.

"Whatever. I thought I was texting Felix," San interjected, frustration lacing his tone, complicating an already delicate situation.

Wooyoung sighed, regret palpable. His gaze shifted to his worn-out Dr. Martens, a symbol of the miles they had walked together – and the distance that had grown between them.

Wooyoung lifted his gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and openness. "Is it alright if I speak up, even though I've already made a fool of myself?" he asked, his tone hinting apprehension.

Uninterested, San responded, "Make it fast." His guard was up, determined to navigate the mess without compromising his connection with Felix.

"I want to apologize for not only abandoning you but putting so much hurt in you. I'm not saying this so we can get back together; I know and accept that it will never happen, but I truly regret allowing Yeosang into our relationship. Because I trusted him, I made him a priority instead of you, and I am sorry for being so stupid and naive. He wasn't worth losing you, and I realize it too la—" Wooyoung poured out his words, remorse coloring every syllable.

But before he could finish, San cut him off with a curt tone, "Are you done?" Wooyoung nodded solemnly, acknowledging the gravity of his mistakes, and he began to walk past San. However, San's sigh hung in the air like a heavy curtain.

"Wooyoung," San called out, making the other stop in his tracks. There was a moment of tense silence before San continued, "I knew it was Yeosang sending those messages, pretending to be you. But at the end of the day, it hurt me that you came back to divorce me."

Wooyoung faced San and looked at him with regret and sadness. He stood still and said nothing, allowing his emotions to show. "I know, but like I said before, I was scared and ashamed," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of the past.

The air in the bar seemed to shift as San's words hung between them. The weight of forgiveness, a balm to the wounds of the past, cast a subtle glow over their shared history. Wooyoung's eyes brightened, a hesitant smile playing on his lips.

"I forgive you," San finally said.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," As they held each other tightly, Wooyoung leaned in and whispered into San's shoulder, his words a quiet expression of gratitude and affection. San, always empathetic and kind, began to pull away, but Wooyoung tightened his embrace, unwilling to let go. He savored the warmth of San's embrace and its comfort, reluctant to part with this moment of solace.