Forced to be together for the sake of the public eye, Jung Wooyoung and Choi San have been wrapped up in a scheme to bring their parent's million dollar companies together. Wooyoung hates San, and San hates Wooyoung. The arranged relationship was on...
There is mental health topics such as depression and anxiety mentioned throughout this chapter, as well as situational panic and memories in relation to domestic violence and abuse throughout. Please be advised, and do not read any further if these topics are sensitive to you.
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Panic consumes San like a wildfire. It's engulfing and powerful, sucking the air from San's lungs, leaving him feeling breathless and at a loss, trying to grasp for anything that reality could toss at him.
He was scared. Worried sick about where Wooyoung could've gone, and why he would've left without saying a single word. The scattered mess left in the kitchen only provided a glimpse as to what kind of state he was in before he left, likely a fluctuating mix of sadness and unrivaled anger upon seeing the cease and desist letter. San couldn't blame him, nor would he ever, he had just wished that Wooyoung would choose to handle this chaos together rather than apart.
It was still incredibly early, barely even nine in the morning by the time San assessed everything that Wooyoung had left behind. It was like a trail of clues, each step forward bringing new information that seemed to only further his distress. He felt helpless, standing in the midst of the kitchen, struggling to put the pieces together. It was a fickle hope, drowning in a sea of uncertainty and loss, unable to comprehend just what thoughts seemed to consume Wooyoung's mind in the middle of the night. All he wanted was to help him and hold him close, to keep him safe within his embrace for the sake of everything trying to tear them apart. Though, this time, San felt even closer to losing Wooyoung than he ever had.
In a rapt, panicked array of movements, San heads back into the bedroom, gathering as much information as he is able, inspecting every single detail with a curious, investigative gaze before making moves to call a single person. As he walks closer, he finds Wooyoung's phone still attached to his charger, but finds no trace of his necklace anywhere. San's jaw tightens, silently hoping that Wooyoung chose to keep it with him, to wear it always, to keep their promises to one another alive.
As San moves towards the closet, he spots complete disarray having consumed the small space, finding hangers scattered about the room with clothes barely hanging on to some hangers while others were still folded and forgotten about. All of his shoes were left, save for a single pair, leaving San to wonder if he had left in a rush. Wooyoung wouldn't ever leave things in a mess like this, which only worried San further.
He turns on his heel and makes his way back out into the kitchen, taking his phone out of his pocket and staring down at the homescreen, struggling to place his thoughts anywhere. San's hand was shaking, ever so slightly, trembling at the idea of Wooyoung leaving him for good. Everything they had been through and fought for, it couldn't have led to this. San truly wanted to break down and crumble, to allow the flood of everything he was feeling to consume him, but he knew better than to do that. He needed to remain alert, to be strong, to do everything in his power to track down the one he loved before he ran further out of reach. With that, he scrolls through his contacts, dialing Seonghwa's number, hoping that he wasn't too busy to talk him through the hazardous scape of Wooyoung's mind.
