❥・𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞❞ ▸ Jung Wooyoung hates everyone. . . except his roommate Park Seonghwa. He's one year into college and major-less, facing the challenge of deciding his future before his parents do it for him. It's only wh...
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Saturday brings heavy rain. Wooyoung is isolated within his dorm, laying down on his bed with his head resting into his cold pillow, torso and waist covered in a blanket that has hardly moved. He's barely left his bed since he crawled into its arms late last night, struggling to sleep and even moreso, struggling to stay asleep. He didn't bother to say anything to Seonghwa, claiming that he just needed some time alone the moment he stepped back into his dorm yesterday afternoon.
The remnants of Friday linger in his tortuous mind on repeat, listening to the words he muttered to San over and over again. I need space.
He knew his feelings. He knew what they meant. But what he didn't understand was why they were so overwhelming. It was almost indescribable, something so powerful that Wooyoung has barely spent any time trying to understand. The more time he spent lying in bed, the more time he had to dissect every single thought that came into fruition, hoping to find a light at the end of his mental dark tunnel.
Thunder rattles the dorm's windows, earning a slight glance from Wooyoung as he watches the storm roll through. Heavy rain slides down the pane of his dorm's only windows, rattling with every gust of wind and stroke of nature. Wooyoung wants to run outside and embrace the rain, letting the cold water drip down his face, combing through his hair to hide his true tears that would flood his vision. But he chooses to stay in bed, wrestling with himself, deprived of energy and devoid of hope.
Seonghwa had left almost an hour ago, choosing to spend an afternoon with Hongjoong in the dorm next door, nearly begging his roommate to call him if he needed anything. Wooyoung promised that he would, never yet revealing why he was suddenly in a slump again. Seonghwa knew Wooyoung's tendencies, but this was all abnormal. In the few months the two had been close friends, not one time has Wooyoung ever been so suddenly depressed. Of course, there have been times due to Wooyoung's parents that Seonghwa has seen the younger go through trips of anxiety attacks and overloads of stress, but this all felt like new territory.
Wooyoung's phone was incredibly quiet. He tried to keep it hidden beneath his pillow, ignoring the urge to check social media or to text San, but after every thread of thoughts, the urge follows almost immediately afterwards. But as he crosses onto hour twelve of laying in bed, his body begins to feel restless. He knows he could play a video game and eat something, but the motivation to roll out of bed runs low, and he feels no urgency to eat anything. He rolls over, facing towards the center of the dorm and away from his wall covered in posters and old photos, eyes searching the room for any type of answer. Nothing comes, though. He remains stuck and complacent, chest breathing slowly and eyes reddened with previously shed tears. He was tired. Emotionally, physically; just everything. He just wanted a damn break.
