comfort • ateez woosang

negotiation

trigger warning: language and abuse.

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"i can't do this-"

"don't worry, trust me."

the pair had driven around an hour away back to yeosang's house, where seongwha's car sat on the driveway. yeosang had got about 100 calls from him, and he really did need to sort their split out.

"wooyoung please, let's just turn back." the older begged, anxiety beginning to make his stomach hurt and his head ring.

"seongwha has already hurt you enough, do you want him to be destroying your life forever?

"no... alright, but don't come in straight away. he'll flip if he sees you."

taking a deep breath, yeosang stepped outside and up to the drive. he still had a key, but it was polite to knock, so he did. there was a rustling from within, and then seongwha appeared at the door and hurridly threw it open.

yeosang was taken aback as he stared at his husband. something had changed about him; his eyes looked desperate and cold.

"yeosang! oh-oh my god!" he ran forward towards the younger with his arms wide. "i missed you so mu-"

"stay back, i'm not here to make up."

"oh..." seongwha stepped back, clearly rattled. "so why are you here?"

"divorce seongwha. i don't want it to be messy, let's just get this done."

the older went mute, and let yeosang in the house. the pair sat down in the living room, awkwardly staring around the room.

"i assume you want this to be private?" seongwha mumbled.

"yes, exactly. we decide who gets what, and sign the papers. i don't want to prolong this anymore than i need to." yeosang stared at his husband, who didn't meet his gaze.

"right... what do you want from me?"

the conversation went smoother than expected, but it was just the calm before the storm.

"-i'll need my car for work, and the wedding gift my mother bought."

"what about the spare car?"

"you can keep it." yeosang shrugged. "provided i get the house."

for the first time that day, seongwha stared yeosang dead in the eyes.

"the house? no, not in a million years."

"are you bullshitting me right now? i pay the bills for this place! i'm still paying them!"

"i bought the house because you couldn't! you had no money cuz your father cut you off, i gave you this out of kindness! it's still mine!" seongwha had sprung up from his chair, fury on his face.

"don't you pull that on me park. i paid my debts to you months ago." yeosang spoke, his voice filled with venom.

"months ago? it's only been 2 months! while i've tried to keep you well off i've been suffering too!"

"suffering? so how come you can afford all that alcohol huh? all those transactions off your bank statements for expensive wine and beer? and the fancy presents for the man you decided to fuck when i was away earning money to pay you back?! i don't owe you shit!"

"you better watch how you speak to me-" a sudden wild grab pulled yeosang up out of his seat and his husband gripped his wrist in an iron grip.

"get your hands off of me!" he screamed, but almost instantly he was released as wooyoung marched in and slapped seongwha across the face.

"don't fucking touch him!" wooyoung yelled, while yeosang stepped back to hide behind him.

"he's my husband!"

"not for long, i'm sending the papers tomorrow and getting a lawyer." yeosang said, grabbing wooyoung and walking out to the car.

"i never want to see you again."

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