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 what the fuck have you done?!"
Wooyoung stood staring at the blaring fire in front of him.
"You useless piece of shit, you had one fucking job!"
Eight year old Wooyoung was way beyond confused. It was 8pm at night and somehow he'd managed to lit their kitchen on fire. He could've sworn he turned off the cooker after he'd made the food he was ordered to make. Yet again he had accidentally left his father's alcohol bottle near the cooker and anyone who read instructions would've know that shit was flammable. Now his father was losing his absolute mind over their whole place being on fire.
"Call the fucking police, you idiot! And get out of here!"
Wooyoung retreated back to his room, grabbing the phone his mum left for emergency situations and calling the police before exiting the building. But he paused in his tracks once he was outside, remembering vividly that his brother was in the shower when they noticed the fire.
"Wait.. Doyoung is still in there."
Doyoung had a habit of blasting music while taking a shower so the possibility of him hearing what was going on was low. He may have smelt burning but who was to be sure.
His father turned around, "Well then go get him."
"But that's-"
"You fucking set the place on fire, go get him!"
Wooyoung was terrified but he headed back in, calling for his brother's name. He called at least five times trying to make his way to any area that wasn't already burning. He noticed that his room was already gone along with Doyoung's which was right next to his.
"Hyung!", he couldn't hear any verbal response but there was a wooden banging coming from the living room. He immediately ran to the direction of the noise, gasping when he noticed the lower half of Doyoung's body was trapped under rubble. From the looks of it, he definitely realised there was a fire and quickly got dressed. His hair was still damp and his shirt was glued to his skin as a result of not drying off properly. Wooyoung raced to him in an attempt to pull him out, grabbing the arms of his older brother.
"Wooyoung get out of here, you're gonna get hurt!"
"Dad said- to come and get you-", Wooyoung strained, "I'm not- leaving without you."
