Where did he go wrong?

Everything was going great for Wooyoung. He have a perfect family, a mom and dad supporting him to his every dream. He have the perfect grades, ranging to perfect A's. He have his group of friends that would always have his back as they promised. He have everything.

It was Monday morning, Wooyoung rolled over his bed, hands frantically searching from the vibrating phone underneath his pillow. He cracked his one eye open when he was able to finally grab his phone to see Yeonjun calling him.

"It's to early for this." He groaned out, clicking the answer button. Yeonjun screamed at the phone, making Wooyoung get startled by the sudden loud noise.

"JUNG WOOYOUNG, YOU ARE SUPER LATE. IT'S ALREADY BREAK TIME AND YOU HAVE NOT BEEN IN SCHOOL YET?!" Wooyoung suddenly shot up from his bed, running around the room to get his clothes. He left his phone on the bedside table, on speaker to be able to hear Yeonjun.

"Why didn't you call earlier, you dumbass?!" Wooyoung screamed back, picking up whatever his hands can grab in his closet and rushing to the bathroom.

"Oh my fucking god. You really thought you were late?" He heard Yeonjun snicker on the other line. Wooyoung halted in his tracks, mentally slapping himself for falling to one of Yeonjun's tricks again. He stumbled towards the bedside table and glanced at the neon colored digits.

5:27am, it blinked back at him with most innocence. Wooyoung let out a loud shriek, waking his parents up in the process.

"CHOI YEONJUN, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Wooyoung skipped towards Beomgyu, leaving a gruntled Yeonjun and a laughing Soobin behind.

"Tell me again why I am friends with him?" Wooyoung, hearing Yeonjun, looked back at them with a sinister glint in his eyes and a wide grin that is far too innocent for Yeonjun to believe that he is not planning anything.

"If I were you, I would run away." Taehyun snickered from behind, he have been listening to Hyuka at the same time watching the scene unfold before his eyes. It's entertaining, might he say.

"But I didn't even do anything!" Yeonjun flinched when he felt Wooyoung swung his arm around his shoulders. "It was all Beomgyu!"

"Don't drag me into this hyung. I done nothing." Beomgyu smirked, Yeonjun let out an audible gasp, throwing his hands to the air.

"You literally dared me to do it. I have proof!"

"Oh?" Beomgyu paled then grabbed Soobin"s forearm.

"Looks like we'll be late!"

"Don't think that you'll be escaping this one Beommie!"

"I will and I can. I want to go home alive!"

*~*~*~*

Wooyoung hummed quietly, school have already finished and he's taking a walk home. That is when a group, that Wooyoung have seen in campus, strutting towards him with a wicked smile on their lips.

He should have ran when he had the chance. Now no one believes him.

If he was asked before why he did it, he would have yelled with tear-stained face that he didn't do it and they would let out a sound of disappointment, saying why would he lie about it.

Now, Wooyoung felt numb. He passed by the whispering girls, pointing fingers at him. His grades suddenly dropped down from his lack of interest. His parents, they are very disappointed of him after hearing words from what have happened and hearing it from Wooyoung himself, makes them disgusted of him. His friends, who promised to be there, looked down on him with shame and disgust.

He heaved a sigh, feeling the cold air hit his skin as he stepped foot outside of the building. People around him pointed at him, looked down on him, whispered behind his back. To the point that it reaches the internet.

He have been bullied, thrown around, abused, used. No one stood up for him. Everything went downhill from that day on. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know why it happened to him.

It was a mistake. Why wouldn't anyone believe him on that? Why couldn't even his 'friends' defend him when he's being cornered. Why? Why? Why did it have to happen? Everything was perfect.

He rubbed his hands together, he have arrived to one of his destination that is very well known for suicide. The door was locked so that people won't do the same mistake as before, but Wooyoung found a way around it. He always find the place peaceful, away from the disgust, hatred and anger. Away from people that never listened to him. Away from everyone.

Wooyoung pushed the heavy metal door that separated it from the rooftop, he pushed it back once he have stepped on it. Letting out a puff of breath from the exhaustion on pushing the heavy metal door, he leaned his head on the door before he turned around to look at the setting sun.

The mixture of both orange, pink, red and purple travels below the horizon, sinking slowly as the ray of orange light disappears behind the buildings. A twinkling light in the sky caught Wooyoung's attention. He stepped towards the fence, hopping over it and sitting at the edge. He stretched his arm out, palm facing the sky. A sad smile stretched to his lips, a lone tear flowing down his cheek.

"I didn't do it." He whispered weakly, his eyes slowly glanced on the bottom of the building before he sighed and wiped the stray tear that has fallen with his sleeves. His eyes returned to look at sky, leaning on the fence then closed his eyes.

*~*~*~*

"Faggot." He sneered at Wooyoung, pushing him onto the line of lockers. The people around them snickered, finding entertainment at the scene. Wooyoung looked around him, eyes settling to what used to be his friends. Yeonjun gave him a hard glare before stalking away with Soobin and Beomgyu following behind. Hyuka gave him a look of disappointment and hurt before tugging at Taehyun who looked at Wooyoung with pity and sympathy. He knew that Taehyun somewhat still cares for Wooyoung, being the only person that stitches his wounds up when no one is looking.

He fully understood Wooyoung, but as the days pass by. Taehyun begun fading away from Wooyoung's life, only giving him side glances and watching in the sideline while he gets beaten up by a group of bullies. He doesn't blame Taehyun for not standing up for him, he knew that he's also scared, terrified that he'll be their target.

Wooyoung frowned at himself, looking down on the lines scarring his arms and thighs. He grimaced at the reflection staring right back at him, full of bruises and cuts. He let the tears fall in his eyes, he raised his hands to cover his mouth from letting loud sob out.

Why me? He asked the question to himself over and over again until exhaustion hits him. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the public bathroom, walking mindlessly on the streets. His body ached, the more that he moves but he had no choice. He was kicked out months after the incident, his parents didn't want anything to do with him but Wooyoung is still glad that they never let him drop out of school.

His fragile body shivered when a gush of wind passed by him. Winter is coming and he's not in the proper state of clothes for him to survive that. He weakly smiled when he finally saw the building coming into view. It became his own personal hideout.

As always, the place is empty when he moved the metal door and shut it behind him. His eyes gazed at the night sky, letting the tears flow out of his eyes. No one would know that I have disappeared, no one ever cared. Isn't it better if I am gone?

Wooyoung glanced down from the tall building. He climbed over the fence that is used to avoid from people to fall. His shaky hands held the metal fence from behind him as he look down once more to the empty parking lot beneath.

He closed his eyes, gulping down his fear and let go of the fence. He pushed himself away from the edge of the building, feeling his body lean forward and ready to fall.

That is, until an arm wrapped around his waist and he is dragged over the fence then onto the solid ground of the rooftop.

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

Wooyoung's eyes snapped open, his eyes connected with a dark brown eyes staring right back at him, full of worry and concern.

"Who are you?"

"I'm San, but nevermind that. I saw what you were about to do! What were you thinking?!" He noticed that the person have stepped away from Wooyoung. He ran his fingers through his black hair, he rubbed his face then glanced at Wooyoung. "You still have a lot to do, why would you do it?" Wooyoung didn't know why a random stranger cared for him but he could his heart warm at the thought of someone caring.

"No one would care." Wooyoung muttered, eyes staring down on his fidgeting fingers on his lap.

"I do. I care! Do you have any idea how much things you would leave behind?" San sat down beside Wooyoung, sighing. "What are your dreams?" Wooyoung's eyes furrowed at the sudden change of topic but nonetheless shrugged at him.

"I don't have one."

"That's not possible, everyone has a dream. Whether they're dying or not, they dream for something that they want to achieve in their next life or perhaps, in their remaining life." He spoke, eyes wandering on the night sky. Wooyoung peered at him. San turned to his gazing eyes and smiled at him softly, "So, what's your dream?"

"To live." He answered, looking away from San's stare. He watched the star twinkle above him, smiling weakly. "Is that too much to ask for?"

"Then, would you want to make your dream come true?" Wooyoung scanned San with uncertainity. He took a deep breath and shrugged as a response. "I never caught your name."

"Wooyoung. Jung Wooyoung."