Spinning Out || w o o s a n ||

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Through the tears flooding his eyes and face, Wooyoung looks up at Mingi. The giant stops at the entrance and stays quiet for a moment before his own large bag falls on the floor. He closes the door behind and kneels down next to him so they are on the same level. Wooyoung wipes some tears and coughs, head hanging low as he tries his best to calm down. Why is he like this? Ten minutes ago he was decent, he felt like suffocating but not like this. His heart races inside his chest and his fingers clench around his jacket.

"Do you want me to get you water?" Mingi's voice is soft and warm and comforting, but it's also filled with worry. His large hand reaches his back and his fingers run in slow circles. "I can get you water."

Wooyoung shakes his head and takes a very shaky breath. He needs air, the cold air from outside which would whip at his face, numb it, stop his tears and calm him down a little.

"I need air." He whispers.

"Okay." Mingi shifts a little and starts untying his skates. "Where are you boots?"

"Locker." The raven haired points at a door with the number thirty on it. "I can do it myself." He pushes Mingi's long fingers off his skates. "Get the boots please."

He's more than just glad it is Mingi who found him here, looking like an unimaginable mess on the floor. This man has seen the worst of him throughout the years of skating together and then living together. He's always been a great moral support for Wooyoung, because, unlike Yeosang, he never got too deep into his own business. They're good friends and they can always rely on each other, but when Wooyoung told him to never get too shaken about what he does while having episodes, Mingi actually listened. He's worries, that's for sure, but he knows not to let it get the best of him like Yeosang does.

Silently, he takes off his skates and grabs one boot when Mingi is about to sit down. He hisses in pain as he pushes his left foot inside, his ankle throbbing loudly.

"You cannot skate like this." The blonde haired mumbles. Wooyoung makes sure to give him a teary glare to which he only rolls his eyes. "Woo... It's not the end of the world."

"It is." He tries not to cry again and bites his lip to prevent more tears from falling. He ties the laces tightly, redoes the ones Mingi did and grabs his arm to pull himself up. The tall man wraps him up in his own winter jacket, zips it up to his chin and cradles his face. "I... I can't allow myself a break." He hisses.

Mingi's face breaks into a combination of painful understanding and concern. He's a perfectionist as well, but he tries his best to contain himself in this moment, Wooyoung notices easily, and more guilt floods him as he looks up at his friend. No friend of his deserves this, he does not deserve to have him or Yeosang in his life. Why are they still here? Why aren't they leaving? Haven't they had enough of him and his shitty life already? Wooyoung deserves to be alone, that's why he lives such a lonely life. It's better this way, instead of constantly hurting people dear to him.

The blonde haired wraps his arm around his shoulders as he leads the way out of the suffocating locker room. The main hallway connecting the rink to the stairs up to the main lobby is thankfully quiet and empty.

"Let's go to the back yard." Mingi suggests and Wooyoung only manages to nod. The tears have stopped thankfully, yet his face feels dry and warm and stingy. His heart aches inside his chest and he keeps his head low despite not being anyone around here.

Outside, the air is crisp against his face. The raven haired takes a moment to close his eyes, push himself away from Mingi and take a deep breath of its coolness. There's a siren going on somewhere on the avenue from the front of the large building, the sounds of traffic jams pile up against his ear drums as well. When he opens his eyes once again, he's welcomed by a sky covered in gray clouds warning that there might be snow later in the afternoon. It's almost dark as well and some street lamps have been already turned on on some streets.