Overwhelm Me | [WooSan]

Ch 8

The car ride to his parent's house was unbearably long, even though it actually only lasted about thirty minutes.

Wooyoung propped his backpack in between himself and the backseat window and laid his head on it, trying to fall asleep. He put in his headphones to block Faye's loud pop music and ignore whatever conversations her and San were having.

San sat in the front, which, normally, wouldn't have bothered Wooyoung at all, but this time, struck a nerve in him. He kept his eyes closed most of the time, but when he opened them once, he saw San's hand reaching across the center console and placed on Faye's thigh.

He never got a chance to say more than hi to San earlier. San came to the dorm room and Faye immediately started to leave. San seemed like he wanted to talk to Wooyoung, but both of them remained at a bit of a distance. If anything, he looked a little upset.

Even the beginning of dinner was dreadful, but that was nothing new. The twin's parents were always too formal with their kids. They talked and treated everything like a business meeting.

It was mostly quiet. The twins and San wouldn't ever really talk at dinner between themselves. Their parents' demeanors dominated conversations. Their dad would talk to their mom about work and then their mom would tell about hers. It was all surface level.

"Wooyoung, how are your classes?" Their mom finally asked.

He finished chewing his food then set his silverware down.

"Um...it's good."

"That's it? Tell us about your art, I heard you're doing very well in the program, top of your class." His mom added.

Wooyoung scoffed. "Dad told you that?" He took a bite of food. "Didn't realize he payed attention."

"Oh now," their mom exclaimed. "Always so dramatic."

Their dad didn't even look up from his food.

"One of his paintings is even on display outside of the art room." San added.

Wooyoung offered him a half-smile.

Their dad finally stopped eating and began to speak, "And San joined the volleyball team at school. I'm really proud of him."

Their mom squealed. "Our San is always so amazing. Congratulations love."

And there it was. Wooyoung's dad always held some sort of underlying resentment towards him for no reason and always preferred to dote on San. Everyone else would pretend to act blind towards this behavior, but Wooyoung's wall of tolerability shrank shorter and shorter every time.