Perfect Illusion - Woosan

Delusional

author's p.o.v:

after this long day at school, it was time to go home. as usual the boys separated their own way, san and wooyoung parted at woo's house , and the other boy continued his way to his house that was in the next district. when san got home he immediately went up his room since no one was home, his parents still at work and his sister at a friend's house. he layed on his bed looking at the ceiling as his thoughts were pacing. 

San's p.o.v:

i started thinking about what happened today, why was i staring at wooyoung's lips? and why i felt like i needed to get in contact with them, as if i was thirsty for them. i never felt like this before, woo is my childhood friend and i cherish him more than my life, i would literally die for him, but he's just a friend right? but why do i feel needy for his touch, i want him to be close to me, i get jealous when he's too close to someone else even though it's one of his close friends. 

i didn't feel the time pass until i heard the front door open, it was my parents. how did i know, you ask? they were shouting and i could hear them even tho i was on the second floor. and the normal ritual happened, arguing, shouting, cursing and now glass shattering. my mom was throwing stuff on the floor and the high pitch sound of broken glass didn't even startle me since i'm so used to it. i decided to plug in my earphones and listen to some sad lo-fi music , not  only because i was sad but mostly because i liked sad songs and beats.

i curled my self in my bed and i covered myself with the sheets before feeling emptiness taking over me, i am at that stage where i cried myself to sleep so many times that now i just stare blankly at the wall, while the empty feeling get the best me, having no mercy to even let me get out a tear or two. 

i felt my eyes shutting before drifting into dream land, if i get lucky i might have a nice dream but most of the time i get bad dreams about memories that i don't wanna remember and end up waking up with a wet pillow and tears on my cheeks.

i woke up, it was Friday, luckily i didn't have any bad or good dream. i got up to get prepared and went to school without  sparing a good morning to any of my parents. i just walked down the streets, head up looking at the sky and listening to some chill music.