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 woke up with his whole body aching unbelievably. It was a different kind of pain. It was only then that he remembered what happened the previous night. He clearly recalled how jealous he'd been during Hyunjin's birthday party and hearing all the talk of him and Yeseul being intimate pissed him off. In a jealous rage, he stood up and left only to be followed by San.
The pure memory of his stupid confession had him wishing he hadn't woken up that morning. Everything about yesterday night was painfully replaying in his mind. Including the way he'd gotten so angry at San grabbing his wrist. That was a result of almost being strangled to death, being carelessly grabbed all the time and tossed about like he was some object, being hit, being slapped, all of it. Any contact just creeped him out and it didn't even matter who it was coming from anymore. He hated being touched in any form.
But at the end of the day, Wooyoung ended up telling San how he felt. He wasn't even sure if he liked San but how else would he explain that. No one gets angry over other people's relationships unless they craved it for themselves. Or they were just jealous assholes who hated couples. And Wooyoung never knew himself to hate people who were genuinely happy in their relationship. The only 'couple' he currently hated to death were his parents.
And to deal with the anger he felt, he headed straight to the dance studio and like the freak the took himself to be, decided to drown in his own feelings in the best way he always did. He should've warned himself before hand, however, that he was doing this on a literal empty stomach. As if that wasn't bad enough, he was already tired from how hectic his holiday had been. His vision was blurry in that dark dance studio, his muscles ached like hell, his head was spinning and he couldn't make out anything. Next thing he knew, he couldn't move one of his legs and he tripped over. He place a firm palm on the floor in an attempt to get up. A failed attempt. No matter how he'd he tried, his body did the same thing it always did when he neglected it.
His body gave up on him. And he blacked out.
Wooyoung groaned both in pain and embarrassment from the memories of the previous night. He didn't even know how he got back here. Did someone find him and bring him back?
Thankfully it was a Saturday so he didn't need to worry about the struggle of going to school and dealing with the pain all day. He dragged himself out of bed, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He only realised then that he was still in the clothes from yesterday not his pyjamas.
A couple minutes later, he was leaving his room, walking groggily and rubbing his eyes. When he was finally outside, he was welcomed with the smell of ramyeon. He assumed Jongho had woken up early but when he went into the kitchen dining, he saw both San and Jongho there but both their backs were turned to him.
