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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SAN
Cold December. San stood at the bridge staring down at dull waters of Han river, with the moon beautifully reflected on it.
For the past couple of years things hadn't been going so well in the very least. The loving parents he once knew were starting to pay less attention to him and more attention to their life in the outside world and San was someone to rely on parental attention. He couldn't remember the last time his family sat together for dinner. But all he knew was that they were so hung up on him pursuing a medical career. Something they'd never shut up about.
It was the same way they were trying to force law onto Hanuel and it was quite frankly working. Haneul had always been into psychology and had majored in it. Her main aspirations was to be a psychologist and try to give therapy as well as creating a safe space for others to share their problems annonymously. Her parents, however, had ridiculed and mocked the idea and sent her to law school. Now she was studying a course she wasn't even that interested in because their parents had paid off the professors at the university.
San on the other, was a mistake. Simply because he refused to let himself be controlled the same way Hanuel was. And that meant his parents hated seeing his face and had the courage to call him an anomaly to the family.
To top it off, San had lost his place under an entertainment agency after telling someone who was supposedly his best friend. He had hoped Seonghwa had nothing to do with it but after seeing his snide grin and cocky remark, playing it off as a joke, San was really starting to doubt who that boy really was.
But one thing that had bothered him the most was his self image. And he'd been dealing with it for as long as he could remember. Being one of the very few sixteen year old in the school with a small and thin body meant that he really couldn't stare at a mirror and love what he saw. Sure no one ever said anything to him about his size and looks but it still hurt to hear people call him malnourished and starved behind his back. Wasn't it ridiculous? Coming from a family where everything was presented on a platter of gold, where he could eat like the world was ending, and yet, he couldn't gain that weight he so desperately searched for. He couldn't gain muscle. He couldn't look healthy. No one wanted him romantically and some even claimed that he looked too skinny to even pick them up.
It all hurt. San never knew how to deal with hurt that well. He could confide in his sister but her main goal was pleasing her parents. Even though she completely hated the path she was being forced down.
San just wanted to end it all. The longer he stared down and took in the great height, the more terrified he felt. Wasn't there any easier way to do this?
