Wooyoung sighed. He was getting more and more sus . He curled up into a ball and finally let himself cry.
The next morning, he went through his morning routine, feeling energized and he’d almost forgotten about yesterday. But when they got to the practice room Hongjoong whispered in his ear, “It’s ok if you need to take a break.” Wooyoung nodded, and tried to tell himself that Hongjoong was just looking out for him, and that yesterday was a one time thing, but his hands shook as he tapped the computer to start the music. He tried to concentrate, but his anxiety was spiking more than it had in a very long time.
{time skip 2 weeks}
Wooyoung sat on his bed, he didn’t have any energy to move or talk. San poked his head in. “You ok, 형?” he asked. “Have you eaten anything?”
“Yeah, I already ate,” said Wooyoung. The lie slipped out of his mouth before he could even think about it. Actually, he hadn’t eaten for four or five days. Or slept. It was because of Ji-woo. About two weeks ago, he’d had a dream of her saying mean things to him, and obviously gaslighting him. When he woke up, he told himself it was a bad dream, but deep inside he knew that it had all happened. He’d confronted her, and she’d finally come clean- but not in the way he had wanted. He had thought that once he had the courage to speak up, it would be easy. Far from it. She had lashed out at him, and finished off with, “And what are you gonna do about it? You can’t leave me unless I want you to, I have you wrapped around my little finger.”
“Middle’s more like it,” he mumbled, triggering a whole new onslaught.
Then, she’d told him to forget about it, and that she hadn’t meant to be mean, and then kissed him. It wasn’t until then that he realized that she had done this so many times, but he had been so brainwashed that he really had forgotten. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and everything she’d said, and was looking for ways he could end everything. However, he hadn’t slept or eaten in nearly a week.
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