TOY ◾ WooSan Ateez ✔ [UNDER BEING REWRITTEN AND FIXED]

Day Four

3rd pov

3rd pov

Wooyoung was still asleep when San went in. He stopped and looked at the peaceful Wooyoung. First time seeing him not shaking in fear. San smiled at the sight, but quickly turned that smile into a frown. He felt bad and guilty, or at least he thought so. He did so many things he shouldn't have done. Wooyoung was such a lovely and sweet person and he still did so many bad things to him. San sighed as he walked up to Wooyoung. He placed a tray on his nightstand which had food on it and with that San left the room.

As San left, he felt annoyed. Wooyoung was making him feel things he didn't understand and he didn't like that. Wooyoung's comforting words kept ringing in his head, making it a mess. Well more of a mess because it was already a big mess.

Wooyoung was bringing a difference in his life. Something new he hasn't experienced before. He couldn't decide if he should be satisfied with it or not. He was purely confused and it made him even more annoyed and angry. He groaned in frustration as he walked down the hall.

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Wooyoung woke up and saw the tray on the nightstand. He didn't even think about food until he saw it. He heard his stomach begging for the food and quickly took the tray and began to eat. He hadn't eaten for days. Maybe starvation was one of the reasons he felt so tired all the time. He didn't even think about not eating what was before him. He even forgot to consider that it might be drugged or poisoned. To his luck, he didn't feel any change in his body. A loud bang could be heard from below and Wooyoung quickly sneaked to the window and peaked outside. San has left the house. Wooyoung let out a sigh of relief. At least he knew he wouldn't be bothered for the next few hours.

Even though eating felt nice, he already felt sick to his stomach and he got an urge to throw up. He rushed to the bathroom but thankfully the sick feeling died down. He sat beside the toilet. Somehow he found the cold tiles of the bathroom a lot more comforting than any part of the bedroom.

After some time Wooyoung decided to clean himself and take a shower. He couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to shower at home and not here. He tried to believe that the shower helped, that he felt better and everything would be fine.

No matter how long the shower took, he felt dirty. No matter how clean the clothes he put on were, he felt dirty. Dirty. So gross and dirty. He felt hands all over his body. His brain kept replaying the events he wished to forget for good. He really wanted to scream and cry and just die already.

The creaking of the front door could be heard and Wooyoung already knew who came back. He didn't want to leave the bathroom. He wished he could just lock himself in and never see San ever again.

Footsteps were approaching as doors opened and closed. He was coming here, wasn't he?

Wooyoung got out of the bathroom and decided to take a seat in the armchair that was near the window. Right at that moment San entered the room. The air got so heavy it was suffocating.

San had an emotionless face. When he saw Wooyoung his mood got better and smiled.

—I see you found the clothes I left for you. I hope they are comfortable.

—Yes. It's good, thank you.

Wooyoung made sure not to tremble with fear while speaking.

San nodded and Wooyoung thought everything would be fine. Oh he couldn't have been more wrong. San's mood did a 180 and Wooyoung's heart skipped a beat.

San walked up to him and suddenly he felt tiny and cornered.

—I've been so nice to you these past days, now it's time for you to do something nice in return, don't you think?

—please don't hurt me.

Wooyoung whispered, but his words did not reach the predator in front of him.

He tried to stop him. He tried to escape. He really did try his best, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

San did everything as he pleased.

When it was over San didn't leave. He stayed and listened to Wooyoung's crying. Wooyoung wanted to throw up, but he was too scared to even do that.

-This is all just a bad dream, I know it.

When San finally decided to leave, Wooyoung immediately ran to the bathroom. He cried as he kept vomiting. He genuinely wanted to die at that moment.

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Took me long enough to write this chapter..

Fuck.

Sorry for being gone again, I just really have no motivation to write.
These days I've been feeling like shit.
I'm having existential crisis like nearly every day now and it sucks.

Trying my best to get back to my weekly updates.
Well. Hope you enjoyed this character and hope to see you soon in the next one.
Bye.