The static was painful in Wooyoung's ears as he held his phone in place on his ear. The call had long been ended, yet there he stood, eyes glazed, lips tight, jaw tightly set as the aftershock of the last few words he heard sunk in. His insides were churning, being pulled apart and twisted that he could barely stand up straight. His phone hand falls limply to his side, and all that could be heard is the sound of his phone bouncing off the laminated wood floor of the dance studio and the ragged breaths coming out of his mouth. He wanted to clench his fist tight, scream, kick, and scream. He wanted the world to know the kind of pain he was going through, but his body wouldn't obey his commands, and he falls to the floor. His silent sobs rock his body back and forth, and the hands that supported him gives way so Wooyoung lies in a pathetic heap of tears.

I hate you, he says. I hate you so much I could die.

Title: I Hate You

Character: Wooyoung

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 172