Wooyoung's legs failed him as he crumpled down with the body in disbelief while shaking uncontrollably. He was partially paralyzed, unable to stomach the guilt overcoming him. "What..what did I do...no no it's not my fault. I- I didn't have a choice!! There's blood on my hands..I did it..all my fault.."
There was an uncomfortable feeling at the back of his larynx, having difficulty in swallowing. Throwing the body forward, he crept to the side, a sudden queasiness mounting to the brim. Not being able to hold it in, he spewed on the ground, propelling the matter out of his system and clenching onto anything.
Wooyoung transformed his hand into a fist, bashing the wall till his knuckles went dark red. He was numb to the pain, the regret in him more perceptible than ever before. An adrenaline rush hit him like a truck, concern wafting over with the hint of caramel smeared onto his palate.
He looked down at his bloody palms, the hands of a murderer, the hands that took something away without return, never repaired, never ameliorated. He wondered why it couldn't have been him, why he had to go to such extents, what led him in life to inflict such a tragic ending upon someone else. He remembered how happy he was, how his friends cared about him, how he had something to live for, to become someone in this hell bound world.
Maybe the place Wooyoung lives in is different from others, maybe that's why he views the world as something he doesn't belong in, and now, he just proved his point. His identity became someone else, someone that was forced to be this way.
He buried his head between his thighs, fear instilled in his mind. The impact of his wrongdoings would stab him in the back, he knew that, yet he just sat there, too aghast to do anything, the body still in the same spot.
The person approaching him was neglected by his state, slouched down and a mess in itself. He felt a tap on his shoulder, flinching and falling on the ground, his elbows buttressing him up. A person wearing a suit with tattoos on both arms and a lip piercing flung a booklet next to him and gave him an orange card.
He dragged the body into the alleyway, fading in the darkness. Fixing himself up, Wooyoung was uncertain of what was happening. He checked his phone, in hopes of finding an answer.
He began reading the pages, shuffling through the papers. Once he was done, he stared at the card in understanding. "So..that was clean up. This is outrageous. Why am I even a hunter? Why did I choose to play over a stupid reward? I take it back just please..I can't do this."
Wooyoung picked himself up along with the guide, shoving the card between pages. He lost his balance for a second, standing straight and staggering over to his dorm. He ignored the weird glances, not processing what had happened just a few minutes ago. He thought of it as another nightmare just to be able to get through the throng of people without breaking down there and then.
No matter how notably he wished he was a phantom today just like how it usually is, he was in the spotlight that very instant. "Young man are you okay? You're bleeding! Let me take you to the hospital." The woman entangled her arm with his, but he shoved her down and rushed to anywhere away from there.
He ended up on a shore, high waves deafening the sounds around him, giving him the peace of mind he so ever needed. Wooyoung discarded the book on the sand, dipping his toes in the water, feeling a tingle reverberate through his senses. He moved closer, captivated by the depth of the ocean, like he was meant to be there, like he belonged somewhere.
With bubbles forming, Wooyoung sunk to the bottom willingly, no struggling, no splashing, accepting his fate. It was said that when a person experiences death, they see that faint white light before everything goes out. For him, he saw a space of nothingness, a murky extension filled with apathy.
There was a splash in the water, quiet yet still there. Wooyoung was being forced back to the shore, but he already blacked out from the water pressure. He was lying there lifeless, cold and pale. The other person kept on slapping him in hopes of bringing him to his senses due in time. "Wooyoung snap out of it wake up!! Wooyoung! It's me San your roommate Woo.."
Fluttering his eyes open, he couldn't see well quite yet, coughing and letting out the water. "Who.." Before he knew it, someone toppled onto him, relieved to know that he's alive. "What's happening?" He managed to let out before the breeze caught up, making him vibrate.
San noticed it, getting off and carrying him over his shoulder. Wooyoung's hands dangled in the air, feeling too weak to struggle despite him being taken to who knows where. Just like that, he went into shut down mode.
»»————> Wooyoung hissed at the tinge of pain on his hand, bringing him back to life. He tried to get up, but was prevented by a person hovering above him whilst unintentionally caressing his hand. He was holding a cotton swab with some kind of antiseptic on it, dabbing his wound prudently. "Thank you..San was it?" "Mmm"
He was too focused on cleaning his injury to view his lips slightly curve up. "I still don't like you..,and this doesn't mean anything"
"Sure, I'm heads and you're tails." Wooyoung rolled his eyes and retracted his hand, but regretted that after since the medicine slid on his knuckle in a harsh manner, making him curse under his breath. San chuckled and went to get something. "In case you were searching for this, here's your book..it is yours right? You're welcome either way."
Wooyoung snatched it from him, double checking the material. "It is, now go to your side you're crossing the line again." He glowered at him, pointing to his bed. "Who got a stick up your ass this morning?"
Wooyoung reached for his pillow, aiming it at San, and scoring. "Hey! What was that for?!" "You know damn well why. Do you want another one or will you shut up and let me sleep?" San pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and decided to ignore him. "Good boy" he said with a smirk as he turned around for more comfort. "You did not.." Wooyoung raised another pillow and that was enough to shut him up completely.
You didn't ask me anything, I'm glad. When I understand myself as much as you do, then maybe a shared secret wouldn't be so burdensome, self pretentious prick.
»»————> It was around two in the morning and Wooyoung couldn't find himself escaping torpidity. Part of it was because he doesn't want the nightmare to recur, and another part of him was thinking about Hyunjin. Yes, he was physically exhausted, but mentally, he was wide awake.
Wooyoung was now facing San's bed, staring at his features like a statue in a museum. Steady breathing, bangs swept to his left, hugging a pillow between his arms. He looked so calm, so enchanting..
"Why can't I be normal like you?"
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A/n: I don't do average characters hmm. What do you think Wooyoung asked for as a reward? He's in for it.
I've been a little sluggish lately and completely drained mentally so my updates are pretty random, apologies (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)
