[ KAIZEN || WooSan fanfic ] sequel - book 2

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San hadn't been back at his own home for nearly a week. He was trying his best to focus on the road on the drive home but one way or the other, it wandered back to Wooyoung. It was realistic and practical to say Wooyoung was living in his head rent free.

Nonetheless, he had told Wooyoung he'd do his very best to move on too just as Wooyoung had done. Because it just hurt to have to always think of someone so dear and precious and then seeing them with someone else. Someone much better.

San got into his home looking depressed as he'd been for a year. But his attention was drawn to the brown envelope on the floor. It looked like the one that Heeseung had used to mail those photos and USB with videos to his parents.

He picked it up, confused at how it ended up at his doorstep and opened it.

"San

This is supposedly the last thing I do and probably the best. I'm taking everything away from you. Permanently. Just like you took everything away from me. This is a simply warning to do whatever it is you need to do because three days from now, you'll have every reason to really wish death upon yourself and everyone else.

Unknown"

San blinked at the little note, "What the fuck."

He was confused. It was as if he was meant to read between the lines. There wasn't much reading between lines since he had actually lost everything.

He re-read the letter. Over and over again. For the whole night trying to make sense out of it and at least get a hint of what it meant. No matter how hard he thought he couldn't figure shit out. It just felt like a puzzle.

Worst thing was he had three days to figure out what this was otherwise it would be too late.

One day was gone.

San was starting to think the letter or tip or whatever it was meant to be was just pure bullshit.

Two days.

He was getting stressed.

Whoever sent him that didn't seem to be taking the piss. For a second he thought they might actually do something horrendous and catastrophic.

San was sitting on his desk at 11pm on the second night re-reading those words. Nothing made sense. He groaned in frustration, letting his forehead hit the table. He didn't know how long he spent trying to think of every possibilities of what "everything" was. But he did know that he fell asleep only to wake up at 1pm the following day.