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 unfolded his legs from where it was already held close to his chest and decided to leave his room after hours of being locked in there. It was already so late anyway so he was certain that his parents were asleep.
He quietly crept out of the room, flinching when the door and floor creaked. Then he headed to the kitchen to see the still shattered bottle pieces from earlier. He scanned the mess on the floor with a grim look on his face before picking up a broom and getting to work.
He was done within a few minutes and was putting away the items he'd used when he spotted a bottle at the very backside of one of the drawers. He got it out and it looked like a coffee bottle but there were pills inside. Confused, he opened the top and brought one out to inspect it but struggled to recognised what it was. So he used his phone as the next help. He took a picture of it and searched for what the pills could be. The searches ended up as the drug being Prednisone.
The confusion increased as he read more about the drug. He never knew when it came into the house. Especially since no one was that ill. At least to his knowledge. He heard quiet footsteps and turned to see the mortified look on his mum's face. She quickly raced to him and snatched the pills off him.
"Are those yours?", Wooyoung brought himself to ask.
"Why are you awake right now? You should be asleep instead of snooping around here."
"I was cleaning up the mess from earlier. And I will ask again. Are those yours?"
There was no response so Wooyoung took it as an answer.
"Mum? Why are you taking immunosuppressants? You've not had any transplants or something like that. Have you?"
"Wooyoung, please go to bed."
"I'm not leaving till you tell me. Why the fuck are you taking immunosuppressants? And why are you so secretive about it?"
"I'm not having this conversation with you."
"Well I didn't want to have the conversation with the old man earlier and look where that landed us. I don't think it matters in this family whether we want to have conversations or not."
"Wooyoung just do me a favour and go back to your room.", she reached for his arm but he immediately pulled back.
"I asked you a question. What, are you trying to weaken your immune system on purpose or something? And who even prescribed those to you? Where did you get them from? Are-"
