Sans face was nearly cherry, his ears were almost steaming. Choi san was angry, no—he was pissed. He's called wooyoung a total of about fifty times and has yet to get an answer. It's been days and the boy still chose to ignore him.

"fuck this" he groaned, sitting back on his bed after calling wooyoung one last time. It was already friday and wooyoung would not talk to him—no matter what he'd just turn away and walk to yeosang or dohyuk.

He's texted the boy so many times and still, no answer. No nothing.

He tried his best to calm his breathing down but he was just utterly confused, to his knowledge—he hadn't done a thing wrong. Usually when they had fights he'd at least know what he did, but not this time.

The fact that he didn't know made everything more annoying, he didn't remember saying something to offend the boy or saying something mean—because he'd never do that, but apparently, he's done something wrong.

He checked the time on his phone,

5:32 p.m

He sighed and turned his head to face the ceiling, He was so clueless, and he hated being apart from someone he considered to be a part of himself.

His own best friend, was ignoring him.

It hurt.

He tapped his index finger continuously on his chest, 'should i go over his house?'

He shook his head, disagreeing with his thoughts immediately. 'that would be crossing the line...'

Even though his brain said that, his body was already disobeying him. He stood up and grabbed his keys and jacket, walking out of the house like some type of robot.

His mother stared over her glasses with raised eyebrows, but decided it was best if she didn't question it.

Their homes weren't far from each other, it was only about a 5 minute drive and 10 minute walk.

No matter how close their homes were though, san still sped down the street—running stop signs because of his never ceasing anger.

Wooyoung used to swear that the boy had anger issues. When they were kids san would often get angry at wooyoung for small things, such as not coming over for play time—even though he knew the boy was grounded. Even though it was petty, wooyoung would always make it up to him.

It got even worse when they started high school.

Wooyoung has always been a bit small, so when they hit high school, many guys would make fun of him—resulting in san getting suspended twice. Though the signs were right there, san would still always disagree,

"wooyoung, please stop trying to diagnose me"

But no matter what, wooyoung would always be there to calm him down and get him in the right head space. That was the problem though, no one was there.

He parked in the boys empty driveway and walked quickly to the door, knocking as hard as he could. He heard a small screech from inside and knocked even harder, making his fist hurt a bit.

Wooyoung opened the door with wide eyes and a frying pan. San looked at him for a second, then walked past him into the house. He removed his jacket and shoes, throwing them someplace random.

"s-san why are you here?"

"shut up"

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows at the demand, "what?"

"you heard me, shut up."

Wooyoung stared in disbelief, "san. why are you here?"

San scoffed, "why have you been ignoring me wooyoung? what did i do and why won't you tell me?" he spoke, his voice breaking at the end.

Wooyoung looked around nervously as he wasn't sure what to say—after all, this was all because he wanted to give san space.

"i just wanted to give you space....you said you wanted space" the smaller said, looking down at his feet as he talked. "when did i say that wooyoung? why would i want space from my own best friend?"

"you're the one who said it."

"wooyoung i would never say that!! when? tell me when?" san said, slightly raising his voice at the other.

"don't yell at me..."

"i'm sorry."

They stayed silent for a moment, staring each other in the eyes—sans brown orbs being desperate for answers. "tell me when i said that..."

"at the roof, remember?"

San shook his head, "no"

"you said to hurry up and get a boyfriend so you could catch a break" wooyoung spoke, putting the end in finger quotation marks.

San couldn't believe what he had just heard, "so you thought ignoring me would be the best option? wooyoung i was fucking scared i had done something to hurt you. I thought i was being a bad friend, but it was this? why didn't you just fucking speak to me? we communicate all the time!!! would it be so hard to just walk up to me and tell that what i said made you feel sad? wooyoung we're friends, you're my best friend and i can't live without you. I was so confused and i...."

Wooyoung stared as san lashed out on him, he's seen the boy angry plenty of times—just never at him directly.

"san....san i'm sorry, i thought you wanted space from me, i'll never do that again, seriously" he spoke softly, trying his best tame the atmosphere.

San hated how quickly the boy could calm him down, just him talking in that gentle tone made his heart beat go back to normal.

"and what about that boyfriend..." san spoke, a hint of disgust laced in his tone. Wooyoung had totally forgotten about that, but of course he wasn't going to tell san the truth.

"oh uhm, we broke up"

"already?"

Wooyoung nodded while looking at san nervously, he seemed to have calmed down.

"that's good" san sighed, he sat down on the couch, leggings spread wide because of how exhausted he was. Wooyoung simply stared, he smiled before walking over to the sitting boy.

San had his eyes closed with his head pointed towards the ceiling, the man was tired.

Wooyoung sat on his thigh and stared at him for a moment, he engulfed the boy in a hug. "i'm sorry san" he whispered into his neck.

San sighed before answering, "it's okay"

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