Wooyoung's life is abruptly transformed when a devastating car accident, caused by his reckless ex-boyfriend driving under the influence, leaves him with severe spinal injuries. The accident not only confines him to a wheelchair but also shatters hi...
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༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌
The moment San wheeled me into the physiotherapy room, I felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. San busied himself with grabbing the equipment we needed, while I took in the familiar space. The room was filled with the tools of recovery—parallel bars, weights, and various machines—all waiting for me to get started on my walking exercises. It felt like a new beginning, and I could sense the determination building inside me. This was the next step, literally, toward reclaiming some of what I'd lost.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked up, I saw Hongjoong turning around, a happy smile spreading across his face the moment he saw us. I returned his smile, though mine was a bit more reserved, still processing the day's events. He approached us slowly, looking down at his clipboard like he was waiting for one of his patients, but I could tell he was genuinely pleased to see me.
"How was your scan—did everything go well?" he asked, glancing between me and San, his eyes full of warmth and curiosity.
San smiled, nodding proudly. "Yes, Wooyoung has the green light to start walking exercises."
I felt a surge of pride too, hearing San say it aloud. It made everything feel more real—like I was truly moving forward.
"How's Seonghwa?" I asked, trying to shift the conversation, though the mention of walking exercises had already started filling me with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety.
Hongjoong's expression softened as he smiled. "He's very busy at the dance studio—they're preparing for a trip to Thailand again. The America competition moved, and they've been working hard to get everything ready."
I felt a pang deep inside me at the mention of dancing. I still wasn't used to hearing about it without feeling a sense of loss. It had been such a huge part of who I was—moving to the music, expressing myself through dance. And now, the thought of it stirred up emotions I tried hard to push down. I caught myself, forcing a happy smile to my lips, though I could feel the ache underneath.
"I'm happy for them—really," I said quickly, hoping my voice didn't betray the longing that was creeping in. "Wish them good luck for me."
Hongjoong studied me for a moment, his smile never faltering, but I could tell he understood. He knew what dancing had meant to me, and he had always been the kind of friend who could sense things, even when I tried to hide them.
"I will," he said softly. "But don't count yourself out yet. You've got your own path, Woo, and I know you'll find your rhythm again."
"Yeah—" I said very quietly, turning my gaze away from San. The room suddenly felt too bright, too open, like it was exposing everything I was trying to keep hidden. The truth was, I hadn't expected to feel like this. I didn't think missing out on so much would hit me this hard, and it was breaking my heart in ways I didn't want to show. I kept trying to convince myself it didn't matter, that I was strong enough to handle it, but the ache was there, just beneath the surface, no matter how hard I tried to bury it.
