Woosan Oneshots

Not a word (pt. 1)

Wooyoung is mute.

Doesn't speak a word.

But it wasn't always like that.

It has only been two years.

Since the accident.

Both his parents died in a car crash right in front of his eyes.

He couldn't help them, he couldn't save them, he couldn't move or even scream.

And it went on like that.

Just silence.

.

During the funeral, Wooyoung's aunt tried to talk to him or make him speak, but nothing worked. She doubted he was even listening to her with how zoned out he was.

He was their only son.

The only heir

She thought he would go insane soon and everything will be hers instead.

So maybe she shouldn't help him too much.

She filed a lawsuit that Wooyoung didn't show up to its court.

And when he was brought, he didn't speak or interact.

He was completely out of it.

As soon as she won the case, she threw him in a psych ward, complaining that he's been trying to end his life and being aggressive towards her.

And it's been his home since.

Patients check in and check out, but he stays.

He was almost unnoticeable.

No words, no smiles, no eye contact.

Although he was quiet, there were times where he did actually get aggressive towards his nurses.

"We can't let him out."

"He's not showing a single sign of any improvement!"

"I don't think he's ever gonna speak."

Wooyoung sighed heavily, hugging his knees to his chest as he looked out from the locked window.

He was tired of this place.

And they were probably tired of him too.

"Good morning." His nurse came in with a smile. "Here's your breakfast."

Wooyoung just watched her do her work uninterested.

"We have a new doctor here and he's going to take care of you from now on...he's around your age, I think you'll get along." She smiled again, used to never getting a response.

But Wooyoung wondered, what will this doctor be like?

They switched his doctors a lot because he wasn't getting any better.

Because simply he wasn't cooperating with them at all.

He stared down at his breakfast, not having any appetite to eat.

But the cup was made of glass.

And not plastic as always.

It was a careless mistake, but a fatal one.

Wooyoung glared at his nurse as she was adjusting the curtains.