Sanctuary for the Lost and Broken (Skz Fanfiction)

Changbin

On a routine Saturday, Changbin found solace in the company of his childhood friend, Wooyoung – someone he considered among the few who truly understood him. Their parallel upbringings, marked by the challenges of a tough neighborhood and neglectful parents, had forged a unique bond. Over the years, as they distanced themselves from their biological families, they unintentionally became a family of their own, with Changbin fondly referring to Wooyoung as a true brother.

His admiration for Wooyoung stemmed from a deep understanding of the resilience it took for him to overcome the hurdles of their shared past. Wooyoung's apartment, shared with his long-time boyfriend San, became the backdrop for their usual Saturday hangouts. With San occupied at work, the tradition of spending Saturdays together allowed Changbin and Wooyoung to preserve the essence of their friendship.

As they lounged in the apartment, Wooyoung enthusiastically recounted the positive impact of the counseling group he had joined. He spoke of it as one of the best decisions he'd made to cope with childhood trauma, emphasizing the invaluable friendships that had blossomed from it.

Changbin was genuinely happy for Wooyoung; there was no one else he wished for success more than his childhood friend. Wooyoung deserved every bit of happiness that came his way. However, as Wooyoung continued to express the transformative impact of counseling on his life, Changbin couldn't fully buy into the idea. The constant praise for counseling didn't quite convince him. The haunting memories of their shared childhood, the struggles they faced, and the scars they bore felt too deeply ingrained. Could the trauma truly get better with time and counseling? Changbin had become adept at living with those scars, almost convincing himself that they didn't exist. The skepticism lingered, a silent question mark in his mind as he pondered the prospect of healing from wounds that seemed eternally embedded.

"Look, Changbin," Wooyoung began earnestly, sensing his friend's hesitation. "I know it might sound cliché, but counseling has really helped me deal with things I never thought I could. It's not about erasing the past or pretending the scars aren't there. It's about learning to live with them in a healthier way."

Changbin nodded, though his doubts lingered. "I hear you, Wooyoung. But I don't know if it's for me. I've kind of accepted things the way they are."

Wooyoung placed a hand on Changbin's shoulder, his expression earnest. "I get it, I really do. But accepting things doesn't mean you have to carry the weight of your past alone. You and I have been through so much, and I truly believe that counseling could offer you a new perspective, a chance to heal in ways you never thought possible."

Changbin mulled over Wooyoung's words, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "I don't know, Wooyoung. It's a big step for me."

Changbin knew that Wooyoung understood, and talking with Wooyoung had always been helpful in making him feel better. However, if his heartfelt conversations with Wooyoung hadn't been able to erase the pain, how would sharing with strangers make a difference? The scars ran deep, and the thought of opening up to a counseling group seemed daunting.

Wooyoung, sensing Changbin's lingering doubt, offered a reassuring smile. "I get it, Changbin. It's scary to think about opening up to strangers, but sometimes, talking to someone impartial can bring a new perspective. It's not about erasing the pain, but finding healthier ways to carry it."

Changbin nodded, appreciating Wooyoung's perspective but still unsure. "I'll give it a try, Wooyoung, for you. But don't expect miracles."

Wooyoung squeezed Changbin's shoulder, understanding the weight of his friend's reservations. "No miracles, just progress. That's all we're aiming for. And remember, I'll be there with you every step of the way."