𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✓

07

wooyoung sat there on his bed, head against the wall as his eyes were swollen from crying. he cried too much, to where you could see the dried tears on his face.

he couldn't help but think that everything that happened was his fault. he lost someone close to him, because he wasn't perfect. he could never be okay, and that caused him to hurt others around him, others in which he loved.

he hadn't talked to a human being since yesterday, when san came into his room to bother him. bothering turned into comfort, but wooyoung didn't mind it because it was nice. even if he thought he didn't deserve that from san, because he was so annoying when they first met.

no one had comforted him like that in forever, at least not since his mom passed. his mom's death, caused woo's brother to change, and wooyoung too. his family, was no longer the same, and wooyoung couldn't help but blame himself.

the day his mom died, wooyoung remembered finding her dead. something he could never forget, and something he could never unsee, was permanently in his memory that day.

the police said it was natural causes, but wooyoung knew. he saw the pills, he wasn't stupid. he wasn't going to let the police lie to him because he was fourteen years old, and sensitive.

he was tired of people hiding things from him all the time, to the point where he felt weak. especially before his mom's death, many things were whispered within the family, but wooyoung was never informed. he always felt left out, since they would always tell him he would know when he got older.

he got sick of it, and lost it the day his own brother blamed her death on him. it was only once, and maybe he apologized too, but wooyoung actually believed it.

those words hurt him, and haunted him to this day. it made wooyoung who he was today. as much as he was weak on the inside, wooyoung was going to be stronger on the outside after today. it was his goal, to seem strong, so people wouldn't attack him as he was weak.

not anymore.

"wooyoung?" san called, seeing wooyoung spaced out in his room. wooyoung had no choice but to acknowledge him and ignore his thoughts.

"oh, it's you." san furrowed his eyebrows as he sat at the edge of wooyoung's bed. "am i not welcomed?"

wooyoung shook his head, "your welcomed, i'm just moody.." he tried smiling, hoping san wouldn't push it. in which he didn't.

"oh okay, i see. is it bad for me to ask if you want to play board games then?" san questioned, making wooyoung confused.

"since when do they let us play board games,"  wooyoung scratched his neck curiously, "i've never seen them around have you?"

san nodded in response, "they have a lot in the lounge, only certain patients are aloud though." wooyoung tilted his head, "are we aloud?"

"yeah, i talked to one of the doctors and asked if we could play because you were sad," san told, smiling reassuringly.

"me? sad? funny." wooyoung joked, but san didn't seem to laugh.

"i know your not okay wooyoung, just come with me?" san pleaded, almost giving wooyoung puppy eyes. "at least for an hour,"

wooyoung sighed, giving in, "okay,"

"don't let me get bored though i'll fall asleep." wooyoung warned, making san chuckle.

"of course, your with," san poked his cheeks, as he smiled. "choi san, no fear, you'll never be bored~"

wooyoung nearly coughed on air, "ah— okay let's hurry up and go, never do that again by the way." the blonde haired boy rushed out of bed, and almost walked out the door, before turning back.

"uh.. lead the way..." he spoke softly, embarrassed as he didn't know where the lounge was.

a smile tugged at san's lips as he started walking down the hallway, heading for the lounge. wooyoung followed behind slowly, wondering why he actually agreed even though his mental health was shit right now.

san was only pitying him because he was sad, which is not what he wanted. he wasn't weak, and he would prove it to san.