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
It was 2am on a Monday morning and Wooyoung couldn't sleep. He'd been discharged from the hospital after he woke up along with San even though the nurses were ridiculously sceptical about letting San go. But San was persistent, claiming that he didn't need further care.
Wooyoung was staring at the ceiling above him, eyes already tired but he couldn't bring himself to shut them. The last couple times he did, he ended up drowning in his own miserable thoughts and everything that had happened would come back to haunt him. It was a terrifying experience so rather than sleeping, he decided to stay up. If he gets too tired, he might just down ten cups of coffee the following morning, he didn't care.
He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and groaned, his hand made his way under his shirt, lying flat on his stomach there. Every time the pain came back he would claw at his own skin, squeezing his eyes shut. He didn't know if it helped reduce the pain or if it was just a distraction from the pain.
New environment. New people. New life. And yet, he still lived in the past. No matter how much he wanted to get rid of it, it always came to haunt him.
Wooyoung felt like he truly needed help. To be honest, he did have a therapist once when he was sixteen but his therapy sessions lasted three months before his father threatened his mum to stop paying for them. Apparently men didn't need therapy sessions. They could fend for themselves. In those three months, while he did feel a little exposed opening up to his therapist, she truly helped him.
She didn't judge him once for anything, always tried to find ways to help him, encouraged him to build a healthy relationship with food rather than seeing it as an enemy and reminded him that dance is something that he should do because he loves it.
She provided a lot more help than his parents had done after Doyoung was gone and he felt a change within himself. But immediately after they decided to quit the payments, Wooyoung went back to the hole he was trapped in.
It was at that moment that he remembered that during their last session, she gave him a website he could visit. She said it was one where he could have a one on one conversation with skilled therapists, for free and there was even a community to talk to others with similar struggles and to help them. It was completely anonymous so he didn't even need to reveal who he was if he felt embarrassed.
Wooyoung got up from bed and attempted to remember what she called it. Psychosis? Physically mind?.. Psychological mind?
He picked up his phone and typed in the last option and sure enough it was the website as the first option. He clicked on it, briefly scrolling through to see what it was about. There was a section which said community, one which was for the one on one sessions and other sections to record how he felt for the day. Like some sort of journal.
