My Stars Say Your Name | WOOSAN

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Wooyoung and San sat side by side, their backs pressed against the cold, crumbling wall, their legs stretched out on the dusty floor. The silence was suffocating, the kind that weighed heavy on the chest and made every breath feel like a struggle. The world outside had become a graveyard, and the emptiness of it all gnawed at Wooyoung’s sanity.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he stared blankly ahead, the quiet too loud in his ears. Finally, unable to take it any longer, he turned to San, his voice sharp and trembling with frustration.

“San, please,” Wooyoung’s voice cracked as he spoke. “Say something. Anything. I’m going to lose it if I have to sit here in this silence for another second. I just... I can’t take it anymore.”

San looked at Wooyoung, seeing the desperation in his eyes, the fear bubbling just beneath the surface. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder, trying to steady him. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re not alone,” San said softly, though he knew his words felt hollow in the face of all they had lost.

But Wooyoung shook his head, his breath quickening as panic started to creep into his voice. “No, it’s not okay, San! It’s not! Look at what’s happened... everything’s gone. Everyone’s gone. And we’re just sitting here, doing nothing while the world ends around us. I can’t... I can’t do this. I’m going crazy in this silence, this... this apocalypse!”

San tightened his grip on Wooyoung’s shoulder, trying to anchor him, to keep him from spiraling further. “I know it’s hard. I know. But we have to stay strong, Wooyoung. We have to hold on, even if it feels impossible. We’re all we have left.”

Wooyoung’s eyes were wide, filled with tears he refused to let fall. He looked at San, searching his face for some kind of answer, some kind of hope. “But for how long, San? How long can we keep pretending that any of this is okay? How long before we lose ourselves too?”

San didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know how long they could keep going, how long they could survive in a world that had already died. But he knew he had to keep Wooyoung from falling apart, had to keep them both from slipping into the abyss that seemed to be waiting to swallow them whole.

“I don’t know,” San admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we’ll face it together, whatever comes. We’ll keep each other from going insane, okay? Just... stay with me.”

Wooyoung closed his eyes, his body trembling as he tried to take a deep breath. He leaned into San’s touch, feeling the warmth of his friend’s hand on his shoulder, a small but vital connection in a world that had lost all sense of warmth and connection. “Okay,” he finally whispered, his voice shaky. “I’ll try.”

And there they sat, two figures huddled together in the ruins of a world that had once been vibrant and full of life, clinging to each other in the silence, trying to keep the madness at bay.

Wooyoung’s mind raced, the oppressive silence gnawing at him from every angle. The hospital walls, once a place of healing and hope, now felt like a prison, trapping him in a world that no longer made sense. His eyes darted around the room, landing on the door that led outside—the door that had been their barrier between safety and the unknown.

Without warning, an idea struck him, desperate and irrational, but it was all he could cling to. He turned to San, his voice urgent. “San, we need to go outside. I need to see what’s really out there. We can’t just sit here waiting for something to happen. I’m losing my mind.”

San looked at him, concern deepening in his eyes. “Wooyoung, it’s not safe out there. You know that. This hospital is the only place we have left that’s even remotely secure. We’ve survived this long because we stayed inside.”