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
Wooyoung ignored his vigorously trembling hand and shakily opened the door to his parents' apartment that Saturday. It took a lot of courage to mentally, physically and emotionally prepare himself for whatever it is that was waiting for him.
When he went in his shut the door quietly, slipping his shoes off and making his way into the cramped house. From the smell of the food from the kitchen he could tell his mum was preparing lunch. Lunch that would probably be devoured by his father.
But the smell of cigarettes and alcohol wasn't that strong. He made his way to the kitchen to see his mum in her apron, trying to stir the food. Then her head turned to meet him.
Wooyoung smiled at her, embracing her in a tight hug, his chin resting on her head. Asides from Hongjoong his mum had to be another person he was proudly taller than. His whole life he was looked down on. Both literally and metaphorically.
"How's my favourite dancer doing?", she cooed at him while Wooyoung washed his hands to help her out.
"Good.", Wooyoung chuckled, "I think I'm starting to fit in. People are actually nice to me."
"Awh that's lovely to hear sweetheart. They don't say mean things to you any more, do they?"
Wooyoung shook his head, "They don't."
"See I knew a new school was what you needed."
Wooyoung sarcastically rolled his eyes, "You were against me going there in the first place."
"Because of the school fees! It's expensive. Thank God you got the scholarship, if not I'd be living off of nothing. See this shows how talented you are. All you had to do was prove your skills to them and they had no choice but to cover all costs for your education in that school. Private school doesn't scare me anymore. Except for the fact you have to live there. I barely get to see you. Two weekends isn't enough."
"Mum, two weekends is perfectly fine.", Wooyoung sighed, "What are you making?"
"Pasta. Hopefully your dad likes this one."
"He's not a dad.", Wooyoung muttered with a grim tone not missing the slightly sad look on his mother's face.
The two had made dinner and managed to feed themselves to the pasta before Wooyoung decided to retreat to his room for a while. He checked his phone to see if he had any messages and there was one from Seonghwa. Wooyoung blushed.
