implausible - woosan

chapter eight

third person

27.06.17

silent panic grips wooyoung in the car ride that follows, his eyes wild, pupils dilated, heart racing and brain on fire like a cluster bomb's busy exploding within, turning it into a mental soup of conflicting instructions. 

san is driving, definitely faster than wooyoung thinks is legal. he left as soon as the maniacal blonde boy explained to him hysterically what yeosang had told him over the phone.

sitting in that car, it felt like the brief journey was an endless eternity he would never know the end of. he said nothing, chewing his lip nervously and  tapping his knee irregularly. wooyoung has no idea what had happened, how bad it is or if his aunt is going to be okay, and the lack of information is driving him insane.

these days his aunt is the only one there for him, and another thing he does not know is what he would do if he lost her. his parents are alive and well, yes- living their purposeful affluent lives dedicated on traveling the world to find a prognosis and cure for his blindness. out of love, surely, but their fixation only makes him feel more of a burden. like there's something wrong with him they have to fix. the search for their goal consumed them to the point they'd lost connection to their son.

when they finally arrive at the hospital, all wooyoung wants to do is run to her, deeply detesting his circumstances for the fact he cannot. san has to help him out of the car and lead him to the destination he can not get to himself, deepening the infrequent animosity he holds for his blindness in situations like these.

wooyoung's leaning heavily on san's shoulder as they hurry together, feeling like he might fall apart. against him, san is tense. he hasn't spoken since they got in the car.

walking through the doors into the reception, he can feel it, building like an unstoppable avalanche in the pit of his stomach. he can barely concentrate on anything else that he's doing, the sharp smells of antiseptics cutting into him and dominating his senses. the next step is his heart starting to beat faster and faster, sweat dampening his palms as panic chokes his throat.

"it's going to be okay." san's voice sounds softly next to him, in attempt to calm him down, not having left his side. (not that he could've since wooyoung would quite literally be lost without him).

the blonde shakes his head, unable to talk in that moment, desperate to know his aunt's condition. today had been a good day, so why did this have to happen and ruin it all?

"wooyoung!" the voice again belonged to yeosang, this time not over a phone call but coming towards them.

"g-got here as fast as i could." he manages, head jerking around aimlessly until the brunette steadies him with his hands on his arms. "w-what happened?"

yeosang sighs, and wooyoung hears san back away, leaving him to stand on his own. he assumes the two had aggravatingly shared some sort of non-verbal private exchange.

"the school called," he explains slowly, and the blonde gestures for him to hurry up. "because you weren't in class. so your aunt- she came driving there thinking something had happened to you-"

wooyoung steps back, tears beading in his gleaming blue eyes. "no, no..." he whispers under his breath, the avalanche turning to guilt like gasoline in his gut.

your fault your fault your fault-

"there was a car crash." yeosang finishes, and the blonde is pressing his hands over his ears, his insides dying slowly in the toxicity, needing no more than a spark to set them ablaze. "she was rushed here in an ambulance. they're operating right now, so you'll have to wait-"