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Third Person's POV
"Where have you been, Mr. Jung?" A familiar voice asked after Wooyoung entered the house with his shirt soaking wet from the rain that was pouring down outside.
"Ah, hyung. You're back! I thought you wouldn't be back for forever," Wooyoung sai jokingly to the older man in front of him who was stomping his foot slightly to the floor with his arms crossed above his chest.
"Yah, Jung Wooyoung. Don't joke around with him. He's older than you, at least just show him some respect," Jung Y/N, his wife, scolded him as she walked and stood next to Seonghwa. Wooyoung only chuckled and shook his head in response.
"Where's Yeosang hyung?" Wooyoung looked around and asked the two figures that was standing in front of him with unreadable expressions on their face as they glued their eyes onto him.
"Probably in his room. Why? You missed him?" The older male asked coolly at the younger one. "Ah of course I did. I missed him more than I missed you, hyung," Wooyoung joked, pulling the edge of his lips upwards to a goofy smile.
Seonghwa turned to look at Wooyoung's wife, his expression was yet annoyed and irritated. He asked her, trying to sound normal even he, himself knew that he wanted to just bash the fuck out of Wooyoung's poor life.
"Hey, Y/N. Can I kill your husband?" He blurted the question out at the tiny woman in front of him. Unsurprisingly, Y/N nodded at him, agreeing to the oldest in the house. She looked at her husband with a thin devilish smirk covering her beautiful, angelic face.
Wooyoung let out a high pitched whine to his wife and his older friend. "Do you guys hate me so much?!" He continued, this time, his eyes were fixed onto his wife's. He threw her a look that Y/N didn't even understand what he meant by that look on his face. Wooyoung was staring at her like she just got into a big, very big trouble.
But when his eyes flicked on Seonghwa, the said man was already raising his hand up to hit Wooyoung. But Wooyoung knew that he wouldn't ever dare to hit him. So he just let out a voice of defeat as both of his hands formed an X in front of his face so that the older wouldn't hit him, "okay! Okay! I'm sorry, I'll stop. I love you, hyung!"
Y/N chuckled as her eyes never left her husband's body. She was staring at him and nothing around her could stop her from doing that. But there was one thing that was obvious but she didn't realize it, yet. She started to grow on a liking to her husband.
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It was late at night and Y/N woke up from her sleep. Her throat was so dried and she knew that she needed to drink soon before it aches. So, she sat up from the bed and took a glance at her peacefully sleeping husband next to her with his face facing the plain white ceiling.
After that, she slid down from the bed and made her way to the kitchen with footsteps and slow yet fast movements, careful not to wake her husband or anyone up from their sleep.
Her feet stepped inside the kitchen as her eyes were on the floor. She didn't realize that someone was there too. But small sniffles caught her attention and she instantly looked up at where the sound came from.
It came from a young man figure and he was sitting on a chair next to the kitchen island with his face covered with his hands so that no one could hear his sobs.
There was no light in the kitchen since it was late at night - almost morning to be exact - and she couldn't look at the man's face clearly. But luck was on her side that day. She recognized the man's deep honey voice. It was Kang Yeosang's voice who was sobbing in the kitchen at 2 AM in the morning.
She walked closer silently to the man. She then hesitantly placed her hand on Yeosang's shoulder while saying a small and quiet "hey." Her voice almost sounded like a whisper but Yeosang still could hear her.
He flinched to her touch and immediately used his hands to wipe his tears from his eyes and cheeks violently. He was feeling afraid that anyone would see him in that state. Honestly, he was acting all tough on the outside so that people would think that he wasnt weak at all. But inside, he was just a small baby that needed to be appreciated for his works and to be loved because he deserved it.
"Wh-what are you d-doing he-re?" Yeosang asked, looking downwards at the floor to avoid the eye contacts that he might make with Y/N. He was so embarrassed with himself that time and he felt like if he had a chance, he would just run away from the reality. But he knew that he wasn't a coward like that.
"Are you okay? I heard someone sniffling, it was you and I'm wondering what happened to you. Want to talk about-"
"I'm okay." Yeosang answered shortly and simply, cutting Y/N off. His voice was raspy and cold at the same time. He was breathing heavily and his chest heaving up and down in a slow movement.
Y/N didn't believe him.
"You don't seem like it, Yeosang."
"Even if I'm not, it's not even your own business!" Yeosang spat harshly at her. He didn't know what he was doing exactly. His mind was controlling him, so did his anxiety and insecurity.
It was quiet obvious that Y/N was feeling offended by Yeosang's sudden behavior. She was just wanting to help and this is what she got. Well, she was wrong. Luck wasn't on her side. But of course, she was too kind to snap back at the man in front of her.
She had been in his state of mind before. Not long ago. So she just let it slide and said things that she thought would comfort the man in front of her. "Don't worry, Yeosang. Everything's going to be fine soon and if you ever need someone to talk to but you can't spill it out, just come to me. I'll hear eveything you say. Vent it all out to me."
True. Yeosang started to calm down at her words. But he still didn't want to say anything to her just because he didn't really know her for a long time. And he couldn't just believe her. But gladly, he would try to.
From that time, Yeosang knew that he found a new comfort in someone else other than his parents that weren't by his sides anymore.
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-Win-
Hey, uh... KQ, please bring this Jung Wooyoung back for the next comeback.
[Dude no. Imagine him staring at you like that but more intensively. Aqksjr youknowwhatimean]
Or at least this one
Don't ask me why I have a lot of pictures of Wooyoung. Well I actually have 632 pictures of him and a lot more of the other members.
Oh hey, I just got the results of my exams. :') I failed almost all of them. I don't know, what can I say? It's not my fault. Blame Corona for it. 🤷♀️
And if you're wondering about the when is the end of this story... oh well. I honestly don't know. I still have 3 drafts of this book and I might as well make more. 🤷♀️