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"now we're alone" wooyoung said while looking at the mirror, tears dropping.

his love story was a bitter fairytale. his perfect life just an illusion as the river of tears only got worse, painting his cheeks in pain and regret and his eyes stinging from the crying.

it was all so good. so, so good. how did it come to this? one week ago he was floating and now he was crushing under a tremendous pain that made his hear ache and sting only at the mere pronunciation of his name. san's name. . .

he felt suffocated by his own tears and sorrow, the small bathroom feeling a lot smaller than usual, his head spinning. why, why, why. . . why him?

his day started so good. he got ready for work, texted san good morning before leaving his apartment and didn't question anything when his boyfriend didn't reply.

in fact he didn't question anything that seemed unusual the past month. he didn't question why san stopped texting him back so frequently, he didn't question why san stopped coming over every day. he thought he was just busy.

then today happened. he got a text from san telling him they have to talk so he invited his boyfriend over. when he heard what the other had to say he felt like a weight got tied to his legs and pulled him through earth right in its hot center.

"we have to break up. it's not working anymore"

san's words were still ringing in his ears and brain fogging his train of thoughts and caging him into hearing only them over and over again, forcing his heart to break more with each repetition of the bitter words.

all that wooyoung could mutter then was a small 'why' as his eyes remained fixated on san, shining in the dim lights of his kitchen. he knew he couldn't just break down crying in front of san in this situation so he bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood.

"just because i don't have feelings for you anymore. it's not fair to stay together when i can't reciprocate the feelings. it's not fair to you"

wooyoung wanted to scream, to cry, to swear, to kick but he didn't do anything. he stood there, his gaze shifting from san's eyes to the floor as a tear threatened to leave his eye. he bit his lip in frustration at how pathetic he must have looked and in order to keep the tears in.

he didn't want to let go, not yet for him everything was just perfect. when and why did san start feeling like this?

wooyoung sighed as he turned his attention to the window, the sun getting lost in the horizon, only the pinks and purples remaining on the afternoon sky. he didn't want to believe it.

he didn't want to believe what was happening to him right now.

he , oh so badly, wanted to believe it was all a bad dream and he'll wake up in san's arm in the morning but he knew it wasn't. it hurt too bad to be a dream.

the mere glance at his pathetic face made more tears escape his eyes staining his cheeks once more as san's words kept ringing in his head.

he covered his ears as he sat down on the cold floor, shaking his head and shutting his eyes closed trying to stop his mind for at least one second.

the pounding headache and the loud screams in his brain didn't give him any rest and he felt like he might go crazy. why, why, why. . .

he had a million thoughts and possibilities rushing through him. maybe san found someone else, maybe he was forced to say this, maybe it was just a joke, maybe he imagined all this or maybe san truly lost feelings.

a lot of maybes, a lot of questions, but no answer. the more questions he had the more they multiplied taking him far, far away from the answers he sought.

he could have asked san right? if only he wasn't so ruined back then and if only the other didn't leave as soon as he said he had lost feelings.

now he couldn't text him asking questions, he was aware it was pointless. he should stand up and continue living on. crying on the cold floor of the bathroom will not bring san back and most certainly won't do him any good. yet he couldn't bring himself to stand up.

he stopped crying probably reaching his limit. the headache was as bad as ever and all he could think of now was the pain in both his head and his heart. he felt like he was cut open and left to rot away.

the image of his favourite plushie from when he was a child popped in his mind then. his name was boinky, a pink rabbit. when he got him he was all fluffy and soft but as ages passed he lost its fluffiness.

yet he was still playing with him, sleeping on him and telling him all his secrets. even after he lost one eye and an ear wooyoung didn't leave him.

that changed though when he started 5th grade. he got bullied for taking boinky with him at school and got called a cry baby. so he stopped giving any attention to the plushie.

he put him on the shelf letting it collect dust as more years passed until he threw him away. he remembered the time he looked at him once more before placing him in the box.

boinky, even as a plushie, looked so sad. he was covered in dust, his only eye shining in the sun as if it was glossed with tears. as if he didn't want wooyoung to throw him away.

but wooyoung did anyways, he was 16 after all he didn't need it anymore. he completely forgot about that until now.

boinky reminded him of himself in this situation. san grew out of him exactly as he did of his toy and left him to collect dust in a trash can far, far away from him.

he didn't need him anymore. he didn't need wooyoung to make him laugh, cry, scream, smile, love anymore. he moved on from him. he will surely find someone else to do this, forgetting wooyoung even existed.

wooyoung finally stood up from the ground few hours later when the bathroom was covered in darkness from the night sky.

he took a painkiller and a sleeping pill before making his way to his bed and pulling the covers over him. as he was drifting away to sleep with his eyes fixated on the stars that could be seen from his window he swore he heard the front door opening.

then he felt the bed shifting and a warm hand over him, hugging him and cuddling next to him.

"i'm sorry i was so dumb" was the last thing he heard before sleep finally took over his tired body.

THE END.

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a/n: i'm not sure what to think about the ending it's not my fav one,, maybe i'll change it in the future 😭😭 but i enjoyed writing this short story a lot and hope y'all will like it <33 tysm for reading ilyy <33