LIE TO ME | WOOYU

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"remind me what this is for again?" wooseok was sitting in a private investigator's office, about to lose it. the investigator had been tapping a pencil on his desk to the point where there was a dent in it. the smallest things would drive wooseok to the point of no return, even the faint smell of the man's sweat would drive him to the point where he wanted to scream and throw himself out a window. it was a week later, he was on the verge of losing it. he needed to find yuto so he could find himself, it was the only thing on his mind. so of course, he had to turn to someone else who could really get the job done. he knew he was paying too much and was probably giving away his social security number or something, but it was for love. how ironic. he gritted his teeth and angrily replied, "i said it's for my boyfriend. i haven't been able to find him and won't answer my calls. hundred and sixty-eight calls this week." the investigator laughed.

"wow, someone's dedicated. listen, buddy sounds like he just blocked you. i tend to do...uh...other projects. and i have a wife to get home to. she's cooking tonight. so if you don't mind, i'm going to go home." the obese, frustrating investigator starting getting up, groaning, before wooseok sharply grabbed his arm. "no." wooseok was scary when he was mad. people who knew him wouldn't want to mess with him if they were pushing him around to the limit. he started squeezing tightly, iron grip wrapped around it. "h-hey, kid, let go-" "i said, no." he was going tighter and the veins in wooseok's arm were popping, the investigator's taut skin turning blue and purple, shades you wouldn't want to see on skin. he was starting to choke on his own spit and shaking.

"c-come on, s-stop kid! this isn't funny!" wooseok had no expression on his face, just the dull sound of the investigator's choking and crying out in pain. "it's simple. i'll release you if you help me out. i need to find my boyfriend and you want to go home. just make the choice." squirming in his grip, turning so pale it seemed like the end, he quickly nodded in fear as wooseok smirked. "not so hard, was it?" dropping him, the man collapsed on the ground, breathing fast with shallow air. running a hand through his hair, he handed the limp investigator a photo of yuto. "find him. you have a week. if not, i'll be back. and you won't want to see what'll happen then."

calmly, wooseok grabbed his coat and left, no fear in his previous actions. he felt a sense of cockiness now, glad that he was able to push away the investigator and get closer to finding yuto. he was close...he could feel it. something was missing. where could he have left to?

inside of yuto's house, there was a fire. he had smashed his bottles but the liquids on the floor ended up mixing with oils inside of his cabinets, creating a fire igniting his whole living room. the path to the door and balcony were blocked off. the only way out was through the flames, and for that yuto could risk his life. all of sudden, he felt sober. the sweat dripping down his forehead, the vicious gases consuming his senses, it felt like too much for him. he was going to die alone with the memories of his biggest mistake. he dropped to the floor, eyes wide, with final tears of lament on the floor. vision blackened, he felt the flames get closer and closer to his skin and let it prickle like there was no tomorrow. why couldn't he have been sober sooner? he had nothing left now. being awake in his life would have been useful in the previous days. he could have fixed his mistakes and found wooseok, could have let everything settle but he chose to waste away his soul to poison and smoke. by now, yuto was in a puddle of his own tears, the flames not burning from the numbness echoing in his limbs. his eyes closed, a smile on his face. his choice was made. if he couldn't fix his mistake, he could forget it and everything with it. he wasn't going to change his fate. eyes closed, mind closed.