The Rejected One (Woosan)

Chapter Three

Wooyoung had spent a total of fifteen minutes in the shower and he had spent half of that time just staring at the wall. The other half of that time was spent washing himself with the last thing that he did was wash his hair, allowing the shampoo and conditioner to be washed out of his hair and down the drain. It took roughly thirty seconds for the shampoo and conditioner to be washed out of his hair, stopping the water from running after he was done. As soon as the water stopped running from the shower head, he felt himself becoming cold immediately and he knew that he immediately had to get the towel from the hooks but he also had to be careful because of being dripping wet. Wooyoung opened the door of the shower cubical and carefully walked over the towel, wrapping it around his waist. No one was going to be coming into the showers any time soon anyway, so he was going to let himself drip dry for a little bit.

He stood completely still, just staring blankly at the wall. There wasn't anything particularly interesting about the wall but he didn't want to turn around because what would be the point in turning around if he had to face the hooks again anyway? The longer he stood still, the more he stared into space and the quicker he seemed to dry because before he knew it, he was dry and ready to get dressed. He first got his underwear because he didn't want to be exposed down there for too long. He unwrapped the towel and placed it on the floor before putting his boxers on one leg at a time. To be exposed as little as possible, he pulled up his boxers until it covered what it was supposed to cover and until it was up to his waist. The next thing that Wooyoung got was his light grey jeans, scrunching up one of the pants legs and put his leg through, doing the same thing with the other pant leg. He made sure that he had put the jeans on the correct way before pulling it up to his waist as well as it went down to his feet, in which it was.

The next thing he put on was his light blue shirt. He put his head through the correct hole and checked that he had it on the right way with his good eye as he wanted to make sure that it wasn't back to front. It was on the right way. When noting that the shirt was in fact on the right way, he put his arms through the sleeves and pulled the hem of the shirt down his torso. The last thing that he put on was his jet black jumper. He put his head through correct hole and he didn't bother checking if it was back to front because he could feel the hood part of the jumper on the back of his shoulders and neck. He didn't bring shoes with him to the shower because he needed to make his bed again anyway. He picked up the towel that he had used and walked out of the communal showers, putting the damp towel into the laundry basket that was placed by the door frame of the communal showers. After doing that, he began to make his way towards his bed once again, going down the stairs along the way. Once again, his condition didn't act up as he went down the stairs.

He walked down the same hallway that he had walked down before, keeping an eye out for his bed in between every open door that he passed. He didn't stop walking until he spotted his bed, in which then he sat down on it for a bit while putting his shoes on. Just like his clothes, his shoes were worn and torn, not to forget that the shoes were originally black but now were slowly turning into a grey colour because of the amount of times he had worn them. He couldn't really complain because it was better than nothing. Wooyoung stood up again after putting his shoes on and picked up his phone that still kind of worked, making his way to the front of the of community centre so that he could go on his walk. Of course, he knew that he had to be more careful when going on a walk because his condition had a higher chance of acting up since he would be walking around the block instead of going of a flight of stairs. There have been times where his Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome has acted up previously but it was never bad enough to land him in the hospital. So, he hoped it would be the same today minus the condition.

Wooyoung walked down the long hallway, walking past the eating area along the way and seeing that everyone, including staff, was still sitting in there. They weren't necessarily eating, just talking to each other and laughing at something that someone else had said. That was something that he wanted to do with other people, but, he knew that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon because no one wanted to go near him. Seeing everyone talking and laughing with each other made Wooyoung walk faster, wanting to go outside sooner so that he didn't have to see what he couldn't have. Because of walking a bit faster, he had made it to the front door sooner than if he was walking at normal pace. He immediately opened the door and walked outside, pausing for a moment so the door could close behind him properly. The cold wind touched his soft skin on his face and ran through his semi-dry hair. The cold air felt nice in Wooyoung's opinion as he always liked the cold weather. He didn't know why he liked cold weather, but he didn't really questioned it and just went with it. After he closed the door, he walked roughly five feet forward before turning left. Normally he would turn right but today, he felt like going a different way because he felt like going on a little adventure and wanted to do something different.

As he walked, he placed his hands in the pocket of his jumper and looked around him, seeing different land marks and buildings that were around him. On the right was a few restaurants that were a few metres away from each other and on the left of him were some houses that were also a few metres away. Every restaurant and house that he had walked past had their lights on. He couldn't tell how many people were in a house, not that he really cared. In the restaurants, if he had to estimate, there was at least twenty or more people inside the restaurants and that was if he included the staff members that worked there. But that was just his estimate though as he couldn't really tell from the outside. He looked down the street, seeing that there was a martial art school a few metres away. Well, it was really two blocks away but he didn't really care about the martial art school as he wasn't interested in martial arts as he didn't really see the point of it. For himself at least. He could see why some others want to learn martial arts for whatever reason, whether it be for personal reasons or for self defence. But, Wooyoung thought that self defence wasn't for him and plus, he didn't have enough money to pay for that many classes.

He walked further down the street, feeling the cold air run through his hair and directly into his face. If he was being honest, he liked feeling the cold air through his hair and face as it made him feel more awake as well as more alive in a way. He always preferred the cold than the heat but he didn't know why. He never really questioned it because everyone had their own preference when it came to being in the cold and heat. He stopped walking at the end of the street, looked both left and right before crossing the street. He made it safely across the street and continued to walk. Well, that was until he felt like something was off.