❥・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...
There are multiple trigger warnings for this chapter. Please do not read any further if the following topics are sensitive to you: non-explicit sexual content, verbal abuse from a parent/arguing with a parent, yelling, and anxiety attacks/sudden panic.
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Time passes in a fog. It was now the middle of November, leaves tumbling to the ground in rays of warm colors, leaving trees bare and ready for winter. The temperatures run colder, skies gray with threatening rain that never dares descend onto the Earth.
Wooyoung had placed in his request to be placed in the performing arts program almost five weeks ago, switching over his classes for the next semester and preparing himself for a lifestyle change. He was happier now, practicing everyday with San and attending their group lessons (with the professor's permission, of course). San welcomed the younger and encouraged him, watching his passion envelop his mind more everyday until he could fully dive into his major.
Wooyoung felt himself drift into healthier habits, following San to the gym when he felt up to it and actually taking the time to study when he needed space to decompress.
Today, however, Wooyoung wakes with the feeling of dread settled into his stomach. It was Saturday and mostly cloudy, leaving the younger to lay in bed longer, tugging the blanket further up his body with the grumbles of escaping slumber. Barely any light peaks through partially closed blinds, leaving the room decorated in shadowed darkness, which was hardly enough to encourage Wooyoung to stumble out of bed.
San claimed he wanted to go to the gym really early in the morning, so he opted to sleep in his own dorm, leaving Wooyoung to snuggle against his comforter warmly. Seonghwa had slept with Hongjoong again, which seemed to be an every night ritual, leaving Wooyoung alone in his dorm.
He didn't mind the silence, nor the peace, finding it healing to his own frazzled mind. He spent a lot of nights stressed beyond belief, anxiously crying and wondering why he chose dancing over his family, but after consoling words from San and Seonghwa both, Wooyoung finally settled on his decision to choose himself. He didn't hate his parents, he actually did love them, but he hated what they nearly made him do. He wanted to choose his own path and start his own future without the impression of overbearing parents. He wanted San in more than just one way, devoting himself to a relationship that meant the world to him. He would do anything to keep San in his life; and he meant anything.
With their relationship, came the unknown agreement that San could come and go into Wooyoung's dorm as he pleased, borrowing Seonghwa's dorm key for the time being until the elder actually needed it. Most of the time, Wooyoung was in the dorm studying or sleeping, leaving no real reason for Seonghwa to take his key with him anymore, but to avoid getting in trouble for not actually sleeping in the dorm he was paying for, Seonghwa tried to sleep in his own bed at least twice a week.
