Perhaps Wooyoung had been tricked by the lighting, or maybe he was dreaming and that he'll wake up anytime soon. There is no way that he is seeing the familiar face standing on the rooftop of their school.

His hand unconsciously tightened in holding San's left hand, his breathing getting more frantic as he roams his eyes on Yeosang's silhouette. There is no mistaking it, the familiar mop of light golden brown hair, and the familiar piercing gaze that is looking directly at him. He wouldn't have been convinced if it weren't for the sudden warmth that filled him despite the coldness of the weather.

"Wooyoung? What's wrong?" San finally realized how tight Wooyoung is gripping his hand and how he looks as if he is going to break down at any moment. He followed where Wooyoung is looking, his eyes falling over the two silhouettes standing by the rooftop. Unlike Wooyoung, who could see from far away, San is having a difficult time recognizing the person.

"San, tell me that I'm not dreaming." Wooyoung's shaky voice broke the tense silence, "Tell me that I'm not dreaming and that... that right there is..." Wooyoung pulled his right hand off San's, raising both of his hands to cover his mouth to muffle the sob that unexpectedly came out. He slowly sunk down on the ground, his shoulder shaking as San stare right ahead at the rooftop.

"It can't be..." He's in denial, he doesn't know what to do. Should he run there and hug Yeosang? Should he shout at him? He doesn't know what to do and so his body froze in place, tears running down his face without notice.

'Yeosang' shook his head, his hand falling down to his sides as he backs away from the railing. It was as if seeing San and Wooyoung startled him. The other person that 'Yeosang' is with only gestured something to him like he's telling him to go and talk to Wooyoung and San.

"We have to go there. We have to!" Wooyoung sniffled, wiping his tears with the back of his hand before grabbing San's wrist and pulling him up bridal style before running towards the building with his vampire speed. At this point, Wooyoung didn't care if people see him using his ability, all that is running in his mind is that Yeosang is there, alive and breathing.

Wooyoung pushed past the rooftop's door, dropping San gently back on his feet then letting his eyes wander to the area. However, there was no one in sight.

"Yeosang?" Wooyoung softly called out, another sob choking back up. "Please come out... Please..." His shoulder sagged after waiting a few minutes without any signs of Yeosang. Was he just seeing things? Was it a hallucination to trick them?

"Wooyoung-"

"Fuck!" Wooyoung shouted, dropping down on his knees as he let his fist connect with the floor, his tears run down continuously, letting his anger disperse to a sob instead. "Why? Why!" San couldn't do anything but wrap his arms around Wooyoung, his own heart-shattering at seeing his soulmate like this and for also getting his hopes up in seeing Yeosang. He vanished, he's gone for eternity.

"I'm sorry." Both of them looked up to the low voice that suddenly filled the air, their eyes searching for where it came from. They knew that familiar voice, it was what haunted them every night, and they would immediately recognize it without hesitation. However, they couldn't see Yeosang anywhere even if they heard the voice clearly.

"Yeosang?" San took a deep breath to prevent himself from crying out, "Are you invisible right now?" He remembered that there is an ability for the angels to make them invisible to other creatures.

"Yes." Their bodies stiffened, hearing his voice respond to them. Wooyoung bit his lips harshly, looking up from the ground.

"Can you show yourself?" Wooyoung whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. He closed his eyes, scared that he'll wake up and see that all of this is just a dream. "Please." He heard San gasp in surprise before letting out a cry, his mouth only calling out one word that proved Wooyoung that it's true.

"Yeosang!" San moved away from his place, stumbling forward until his body collided with Yeosang's. He didn't bother pulling away even when the burn became unbearable for them to ignore. "Yeosang..." They made eye-contact, San pulling Yeosang without any hesitation as their lips connected. Yeosang made a surprised noise, but he didn't pull away, he even pulled San closer to him and melted under his touch.

Wooyoung finally opened his eyes, just in time to see San pull away from Yeosang. Yeosang, he's standing in front of them, alive and breathing. Alive and breathing. Wooyoung's eyes welled up in tears as it widens at the sight of his missing soulmate.

"Yeosang," Wooyoung pushed himself off of the floor, hesitantly walking towards Yeosang as if he'll disappear at any moment. He couldn't help but crumble at seeing the smile bloom on Yeosang, his arms spreading to welcome Wooyoung. He ran towards Yeosang, his arms wrapping themselves tightly on his waist.

"I'm here now," Yeosang whispered in his ears, his fingers running through his hair that soothed Wooyoung. Still, he continued to cry on Yeosang's chest, staining his white shirt with his own tears. "I remember now."

Wooyoung slightly pulled away, inviting San to their hug-fest. "What's important is that you're here now." Because months without you is torture. Crying all day, distancing ourselves, losing hope every day, it's empty without you. Our hearts wouldn't feel complete without you in our arms. He wanted to say, but he didn't bother doing so. Knowing Yeosang, he could already tell what they wanted to say without using any words.

"Even without the connection?" San gulped, his eyes closing tightly as he embraces Wooyoung and Yeosang in his arms. "Even if the both of you couldn't feel the bond between us anymore?"

"All I know is that our heart belongs to you, and you..." Wooyoung cupped Yeosang's cheeks, wiping the tears that strayed down with his thumb, "You will always be in our hearts. You are our soulmate, with or without the bond. You're the person we love." Yeosang's eyes brimmed with more tears, his cheeks raising up as the smile widens even more with happiness.

"How could you accept me so easily after being gone for months?"

"Because we love you." San buried his head on Yeosang's neck as Wooyoung takes up the front, both of their arms wrapped around Yeosang. "We love you so damn much." He chuckled, planting a kiss on the side of Yeosang's neck.

"What if I didn't have my memories of you when you found me then?"

"We'll still love you. We'll help you get back up. If you still couldn't remember anything, there are plenty of ways we could make new memories. As long as we're with you." Wooyoung spoke up. "We wouldn't give up just because you don't have your memories."

"Both of you are lucky that I have my memories back then. None of you will finally go through any sufferings anymore." Silence engulfed them, relaxing at feeling each other's warmth.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"By the way, how did you get back?"

"Should I really tell you? I feel like you'll attack them."

"Them?" Wooyoung paused, "You mean to say that Mingi, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Jongho got you back and DIDN'T BOTHER TO TELL US?!"

"Basically." Yeosang shrugged as if he didn't care that his friends are getting into big trouble that is called Wooyoung.

"I'm going to kill them."

"Babe, you know you can't do that."

"I'm going to rip their throats out, those sons of a bitches." 

"Don't put them through much pain." 

Well, at least San tried. 

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