Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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WOOYOUNG
The pain was excruciating. Nauseating even. Wooyoung's torturous headache had been persistent all day. He tried to keep it in when he walked Yeosang to their school library to motivate Jongho for his upcoming criminology exams. He'd chosen to skip classes today and sat on his bed, with his back on the bed rest. He held his knees close to himself and tried to focus on anything but the splitting headache.
It wasn't like he didn't know what was causing this. But rather nothing he could do could resolve it. He had drank water and taken paracetamol. The fourth bottle of water was on his bedside along with a protein bar that'd been sitting and staring at him for the past two hours.
It didn't help that he felt weak and his tummy grumbled every once in a while. In truth, he was currently surviving on the breakfast he had the previous day which he threw up pretty much half of it.
Wooyoung hated his eating disorder. With his guts. But it was as if nothing he tried to do reversed it. He tried to break his habit of skipping breakfast and yet every time, the thought of actually eating was enough to make him nauseous.
He tried to love what he saw every time he stood in front of the mirror but it was as near as impossible. Because regardless of the positive things he tried to feed into his mind, the voices at the back of his head were loud enough to knock it out.
He tried to stop himself from overworking himself. From spending extra hours at the dance studio once everyone was gone but he couldn't. Because each time, he felt the need to live up to his "prodigy" expectations. And every day he could feel his own body starting to give up on him.
It was worse when San walked into him when his legs gave way and he fell to the floor. He tried hide how he felt. It didn't matter if he looked angry. In truth he was. He'd spent a weekend with his father and to say he didn't come back hating everything about himself and his life would've been a total lie. To top it off, he had to accept that he had an "obligation" to visit that hellhole two weekends every month.
He was downright pissed, tired, hungry and felt almost useless. And he was scared of releasing those locked in emotions at someone who was genuine. Which was why he tried to avoid discourse at any given opportunity. It wasn't that he was just quiet. He was quiet for a reason.
And that was to avoid hurting people.
If it didn't end well in the in the past, it never will. Wooyoung decided to it'd be best if he just went to sleep. That way he wouldn't pay much attention to his body crying out to him. After having another paracetamol tablet, he hid himself under covers.
