flash;woosan

cinco

𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

Over the past few days it seemed like everything changed. He had a feeling this was the bad thing that shady website had talked of. Although he hadn't done anything in particular that would make someone despise him, he could slowly feel himself falling back into his old, rude, depressed ways. No one told him selling his soul would only change the quality of his life and not him. Everything around him changed, even the people, but Wooyoung seemed to be shaped back into poor, failure, Jung Wooyoung, but there really wasn't anything he could do. It was his decision to show everyone he was more than just an academy failing, broke kid.

Wooyoung never wanted to be one of those celebrities that smiled for the cameras and pretended to be good, but behind all their fans' backs, talk shit about them.

"Woo. Bruv, you've seriously been out of it for the past couple of days. You good?" Yunho asked expressing his concern for the younger.

"Yeah I'm fine." He said, loudly sighing.

Yunho placed his hand on his back and patted him for a bit.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I said I'm fine." He aggressively responded while shrugging Yunho's hand off.

Fuck. Why did I do that? What's wrong with me?

He thought to himself starting to feel bad for Yuri. Yunho put his hands up in defense and backed away.

"All right I'll leave you alone." He said walking back to the vanity adjacent from Wooyoung.

Wooyoung didn't want to be rude to his best friend or anyone else, but it's almost like he couldn't express his actual feelings. Selling his soul made him nicer for a while, now it's making him rude again. He hated to be a dick to everyone he encountered.  Before he sold his soul, he had a reason to act like that, but now people might just think he's the typical ass.

"I'm gonna go to Gamchong."

"This early? You usually go at-"

"Yeah I know. I'll be back."

Right now Wooyoung needed someone to tell him it'd be alright, but he could never tell anyone what he was experiencing, so he confided in San's presence.

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He made his way through the back door again. Weird how they always kept it unlocked.

"San!" He yelled hoping San would come back and greet him.

"Oh my Jesus, what are you doing here?"

"Ordering food."

"Uhhh... mayhaps you should stop coming through the backdoor?"

"I don't wanna get trembled by a bunch of girls."

San laughed and shrugged.

"Alright whatever. You can sit over there and wait. People ordering will see you if you sit on that stool again." Wooyoung nodded and went to wait behind the wall. A few more customers came in after him, so there was sort of a wait. The cook made Wooyoung's food last because they pretty much hated him for coming in the backdoor like a criminal everyday.

"San. What are you doing this weekend?" He asked while San was just standing around waiting for customers.

"Onion."

"Huh?"

"Y'know the term onion when it's none of someone's business."

"Okay first of all: ouch! Why isn't it my business? And second of all the term is "nunya." As in
nun-ya business. Not onion business..."