ATEEZ ONESHOTS [BXB]

- Shattering Glass Pride -

Tw. mention of abuse
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Wooyoung perched on the edge of the therapist's worn armchair, its fabric a muted gray that seemed to blend with the room's subdued hues. His fingers traced the frayed edge of his sweater, each tug and twist betraying the restless energy coiled within him. The dim light from a single, flickering lamp cast soft shadows across the walls, making the room feel both confined and strangely intimate. The steady drone of the air conditioner mingled with the soft rustle of paper as Dr. Lee leafed through her notes, creating a backdrop of muted, ambient noise.

The room was a study in minimalism—its sparse furnishings and plain, off-white walls designed to offer a calm, neutral space. Yet today, it felt more like a cage, the sterile atmosphere amplifying the heaviness of Wooyoung's thoughts.

Dr. Lee, a middle-aged woman with an air of quiet empathy, sat across from him. Her eyes, warm and unwavering, met his with a gentle steadiness that seemed to reach out through the dimness. "Wooyoung," she began, her voice soft and measured, "today I'd like to delve into some specific aspects of your experiences with Jongho. It might be helpful to address these directly. Are you comfortable with that?"

Wooyoung's nod was slow and tentative, his pale complexion stark against the subdued lighting. The subtle tremor in his hands, still gripping the sweater's edge, spoke of the internal battle raging beneath his calm exterior. "Yes," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I think I need to."

Dr. Lee's tone remained soothing, as though each word was carefully chosen to ease his discomfort. "Let's begin with something that's been troubling you. Can you recount any moments where Jongho's actions caused you physical pain or discomfort?"

As Dr. Lee's question reverberated through the room, Wooyoung's eyes grew distant, a veil of fog drifting over his gaze. The ambient light seemed to waver, the edges of the room softening as he was drawn back to a time of searing confusion and pain.

The party's raucous energy had been a backdrop of chaos, with music thumping and glasses clinking, but Jongho's simmering anger was a storm waiting to break. The sight of Wooyoung's laughter, carefree and warm, shared with Taehyun, was the final spark. Jongho's frustration had already been bubbling beneath the surface, and now, Taehyun's hand brushing against Wooyoung's arm was the match that ignited it.

The living room was a riot of color and sound, people swirling in animated conversation. Jongho's eyes, locked onto Wooyoung, watched with mounting fury as Taehyun leaned in too close, fingers lingering on Wooyoung's wrist with a casual familiarity that ignited Jongho's jealousy. His fists clenched involuntarily, the anger boiling in his chest like a scalding cauldron.

Pushing his way through the crowd with a barely-contained storm, Jongho's approach was abrupt, his frustration palpable. He seized Wooyoung's shoulder with a grip that left no room for argument, wrenching him away from Taehyun's presence.

"What's going on, Jongho?" Wooyoung's voice cut through the haze, confusion and surprise etched into his features. He turned to face Jongho, brows drawn together in a mix of irritation and bewilderment.

"You think this is amusing?" Jongho's voice was a low, menacing growl. "Taehyun's been all over you tonight. Can't you see how wrong this is?"

Wooyoung's eyes widened, defensiveness flashing across his face. "It's just harmless flirting, Jongho. I didn't ask for this."