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𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ☰ ☱ ☲ ☳
It was finally the weekend, and Wooyoung had nothing planned, deciding to rot in bed for as long as he could. A few days ago, he committed an irreversible mistake, his hyper arousal getting worse by the minute. His nightmares remained excessive, and he had trouble sleeping despite him overdosing on pills, which was unhealthy but his body is used to the abuse. He's been concentrating less in his classes, and he'd leap at the simplest of noises that were too loud.
He's been thankful he hasn't gotten any texts from the mysterious user, but he still had his guard up, preparing himself just to be ready in any scenario. He's accepted the truth after a while of over thinking, going to clubs, getting drunk to the brim, going home with random women and wasting away like a corpse.
Wooyoung came to the conclusion that humans have one thing in common, they all die. Times may differ, even the setting and the way it happened, but nothing lasts forever. He justified his killing as doing someone a favor, ridding them of the true colors of the universe, but it was just an excuse.
In his free time, he'd watch documentaries about murders, what drove them to execute such slaughters, but the thing is, he did find a reason. They are still humans too with emotions of their own, either harmed by themselves or by the actions of others. It might mean nothing to the people that inflicted such a destiny on someone else, but to them it's imprinted in their thoughts, which leads them to think of the negatives, a speculation that makes them hold a weapon, a speculation that makes them drive their blade through their flesh, spiraling around their habitual lives. • • • • Wooyoung was playing games on his phone when he saw his roommate come in, diverting his attention for a split second before looking back down. When he felt someone towering over him, he removed his phone. "Do you need something?"
"Go out with me."
Wooyoung choked on his spit, hitting his chest, face flushed from the lack of oxygen. "Someone's losing his damn mind."
"My date cancelled and I don't want these tickets to go to waste." He waved them around and threw one at Wooyoung.
"No I refuse, take someone else with you." San moved to the corner of the bed and made himself comfortable by hopping and measuring its spring leap, and that's when Wooyoung saw black and flung him off the bed with a kick that did him justice.
The taller rubbed his hip from the minor swelling, but if he was going to lose something it wasn't going to be his composure. "Give me a reason at least."
San expected it from the way Wooyoung paused his game to rub it in, but he wanted confirmation. "I fucking despise you Choi San. Reason? Give me a single reason to stay and continue with this nonsensical chitchat."
