Wooyoung's very belated birthday oneshot! Get ready. I'm excited about this one!

"Wooyoung!"

"Wooyoungie?!"

Wooyoung sighed, raising his head from his pillow. His older sister was at the door, holding it open so he could hear the yells of his parents from downstairs.

"We're all downstairs. Don't you want to blow out your candles?" she asked.

"I don't know..."

"You shouldn't be sad because of a pathetic loser, Wooyoung," she began. "Especially on your 18th birthday."

"My 18th birthday was last week," Wooyoung muttered with an expressionless tone. "When he left me at the restaurant looking like a joke."

Wooyoung could already feel blazing tears forming in the inner corners of his eyes. He wished he hadn't said that. Each time he thought or said it would cause a sharp pain in his heart once more.

"No. That doesn't count." His sister reached out to pull him up. Wooyoung didn't react, but he didn't resist either. "Today is the day your birthday counts. And you'll love it."

Wooyoung released a soft sigh.

As he turned into the dining room, Wooyoung gasped in shock. A beautiful arch of differently-accented purple balloons, three gifts of varying sizes on the side, and a round white cake that had the words, 'Happy Birthday Wooyoung!' In purple. And the two numbered candles too, of course.

"I need you to smile, Wooyoung. Or pretend you're crying from happiness," Wooyoung's mom playfully said. Soon enough, a smile formed at the edges of her son's lips.

"I am... I'm so thankful you did this."

"Yeah?" Wooyoung's father smiled, shaking his shoulders.

"Yeah."

"So we could only get you a single big present this year," his sister began. "But I'm sure you'll like it a lot."

Wooyoung grinned with humility. "Being with my family is enough."

"Open it before I take it!" Wooyoung's mother teased. She nodded at the small box.

"Okay... what's-" Wooyoung gasped.

"Happy birthday, Wooyoungie."

Wooyoung still couldn't believe where he sat. He felt around the leather steering wheel, eyes watching every little line engraved into the material as his thumbs ran over it.

"Wow."

Wooyoung's father laughed. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah. I love it," his voice fell to a whisper. "Thank you, dad."

He smiled, the wrinkles on various parts of his face becoming visible. "Take it around the neighborhood for a while. Be careful."

"Okay." Wooyoung shut the door and clipped on his seatbelt. He braced himself before turning the key. There was a soft beep from the car followed by the deep rumble of an awakening engine.

"Wooyoung-ah."

"Hm?"

"When are you going to go see me? Instead of me always coming to see you." San joined Wooyoung on the couch and slung an arm over his shoulders. It was endearing for a moment, the silence enveloping both of their relaxed bodies.

"You can always take me to your house."

"Yeah, but..." San shrugged.

Wooyoung lovingly held his jaw. "What?"

San shook his head. "Nah. It's nothing."

Wooyoung cleared his throat, ever-so-carefully pulling out of his home's driveway. His first car felt strange. It didn't have the comfy seating like his mom's did, nor did it groan at every turn like his father's old truck did. The tires ran smooth, new, and the inner seats were clean and unused.

It was all uneasy.

Wooyoung threw his legs over San's lap and hoisted himself closer. He touched San's jaw with the greatest care in the world.

"What's wrong, Sannie?"

San looked downwards for a moment. Then he reached out to play with Wooyoung's necklace — a gift he gave for their second-anniversary dating. His thumb ran over the purple gem, finding the skin it rested on ethereal.

"Nothing lasts forever, Wooyoung," he began. "But you... you and I will."

Wooyoung was in a love trance. He nodded. "We will."

"Forever," San repeated. Then he leaned forward to press his lips against the younger's.

Wooyoung kissed back, wrapping his arms around San's neck with hunger. And San trailed his hands down, rising them up only after Wooyoung's shirt had fallen over his knuckles.

Wooyoung turned off the radio. The singing voices full of glee interrupted his thoughts. But it didn't make things any better.

He wiped a single tear away from his cheek. If he cried now, he'd remember it vividly later and cry again. Better not to cry at all and swallow it down.

Wooyoung gasped as he hit the brakes just in time as the stoplight blinked red.

"If you think you're trapped,"

Wooyoung hummed as pleasurable shivers ran down his body.

"You're in that box you built yourself. I'll help you break it."

"Break it break it break it," Wooyoung added with a grin.

San chuckled, still running his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "You like that song a lot, hm?"

"You wrote it just for me. How could I not?"

Wooyoung sighed in relief. But he had to set those thoughts aside. Just focus on the road and stay on it. That's all he had to do.

Laughter rang through their small town in the neighborhood. It was past midnight, but Wooyoung and San were having the time of their lives.

Wooyoung licked his strawberry ice cream cone. Topped with sprinkles and chocolate syrup, it had him amused for the last hour. San held his cone, too, mint chocolate chip.

"Young-ah, your parents are going to be so mad," San laughed while checking his phone. "And blame it on me."

Wooyoung beamed anyway. "Uh-oh!"

The two walked together down the street, holding hands and swinging them back and forth. Not a care in the world as they awaited the cross signal.

Wooyoung didn't know how he ended up here.

Parked outside San's house.

"We're having dinner here?!" Wooyoung asked, voice full of excitement. They were facing the window to one of the most popular restaurants in town. The food was said to be delicious, and Wooyoung's always wanted to try it out. There just hasn't been much of a reason to eat out expensively.

San shrugged. "Would you rather go somewhere cheap?"

That sounded... odd.

Wooyoung stared out the window for some time. His eyes were on the only lit window.

What could San be doing behind those shades? Studying? Now alone because they used to do it together? Or with a different person?

What if he's sitting in bed, writing lyrics for his next love song? Maybe he's reciting them to himself.

Or maybe he's already singing them to someone else.

Wooyoung left the car with tears in his eyes, anger in his chest. His vision blurred as he approached the front door. Then he lifted his fist to press his knuckles against the cold surface.

"I want to break up."

"Huh?" The food in Wooyoung's mouth felt sour. Unappetizing.

"Wooyoung, I'm breaking up with you," San repeated without tone.

"W-Why..."

"I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry. I am."

"And on my birthday...?" Wooyoung whispered. He looked into San's brown eyes with disbelief. "San?"

"I have to go. I paid for everything. Sorry, Wooyoung." San started up and towards the exit.

Wooyoung didn't want to cause a commotion, so he trailed behind San desperately.

"San!"

"Wooyoung..."

"San!"

He was getting into his car.

"San-"

"I love you!"

San looked down at the shorter with pitiless eyes. He was merely analyzing every single broken detail of Wooyoung's face.

"Why aren't you saying the same? Were those three years worth nothing, San?!"

"Wooyoung."

"You couldn't pretend for that long!"

"Sweetheart."

"You said forever!"

"I want different things, Wooyoung!"

Silence.

"I enjoyed dating you, and you're such a lovable boy, but...." San shook his head out of words.

"...Who is it?"

"..."

"Who. Is. It?"

...

"I hate you! I hate you!" Wooyoung screamed, shoving San on the chest multiple times. San didn't put up a fight; he just let it happen. And it only made Wooyoung look more pitiful.

"Go home, Wooyoung," San wearily said. "Please."

"I thought we were truly meant to be," Wooyoung whispered. "I guess not."

"Guess not."

Wooyoung turned, heading back to his car. His head felt heavy, prompting him to let it fall a bit. San still waited at the door, watching Wooyoung's demolished hope in each step.

He watched as Wooyoung pulled himself into the driver's seat; saw how the boy pressed his forehead against the steering wheel to sob; witnessed how it hurt him to turn on the car. Then furiously pull away.

Wooyoung texted his parents he'd be home soon, but he wasn't exactly sure how long it would take to walk home. He tucked his hands into his pockets and started down the sidewalk alone.

San exhaled a heavy, torn breath and began to retreat inside. Then he heard it.

BEEP!

And his eyes widened in shock as he broke into a sprint.

End.