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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*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*
WOOYOUNG
"You talk a lot for someone who's a fat ass"
"Running his mouth must be his only way to lose weight."
"You're a drug dealer just like your dad."
"Fucking charity case." ____
Wooyoung was hitting his head in a paranoid manner. Something he'd been doing a lot more than usual recently. And it was only to rid the voices in his head. They were daunting and irritating and seemed to be getting louder with each passing day.
The past weighed him down. It felt as though he was carrying a whole sack of resentment, hatred, hurt and neglect. And that sack was heavy to say in the very least. It was a burden. If he could get rid of it without feeling shame, he would.
He attempted to tune off the voices by focusing on his reflection in the large mirror in the dance studio. Then he started the moves all over again, trying hard to make each one sharp and on point where it was meant to be or let his moves flow when they had to.
Jaesuk, the guy from his last dance lesson had taken San's advice of joining a different dance class if he was so annoyed by Wooyoung's performance. The latter was glad he was gone. However, ever since he left, he'd been unnecessarily targeted by Jaesuk.
Wooyoung didn't think too deep into it. When Jaesuk had harshly bumped into him in the hall with a scowl, Wooyoung bowed politely shaking it off as an honest mistake. Maybe he just didn't see him (there were only a couple people in that hall.)
By the time he was done, when he couldn't feel his body at all anymore, he fell the floor as per usual, lying flat, with his back to the ground and trying to recollect his breath. He felt the painful cramps in his legs and sucked in a breath, his eyes shut and lips parted. His hair was spiralled on the ground, his chest rising and falling in a quick pace.
He heard the door open and didn't bother to even get up to look. He felt so weak and tired.
"Figured you'd be here."
It was San's voice. The taller male came closer and stood looking down at Wooyoung. His eyes then turned to crescents as he flashed a smile at Wooyoung. He caught himself smiling at the display of dimples on San's cheeks.
"It's 5pm. Aren't you gonna go home?"
It took a lot of strength for Wooyoung to sit up. He ran his hand through his hair, "I will. I was just doing last couple touch ups."
