ur uncles side bitches

me
i actually fucking hate this man
why do fathers

kev
so tru bffie

me
are y'all at ur sugar daddy apartment rn

kev
why did smth happen??

me
dad's being a bitch he keeps mentioning/
dad's being a bi/
dad's/
no no just asking

kev
i'm glad then bc we have plans like rly soon

cob
withiyt you

me
🖕🖕🖕
where are y'all going kev

kev
we don't know yet actually
hopefully somewhere w nice food tho cus my stomach needs a refill

me
just ask cobie 

kev
aha no

cob
wgat

me
but there's no way u don't switch

kev
yes way we don't switch*

me
that just makes zero sense.

kev
i
how???£€€\*|
i'm not a bottom and that's that

me
u may be lying to me and ur bf and urself and basically everyone ever but jesus knows his shit
be ashamed kevin moon

cob
thats invalifating towards jeuss why is he not apart of rveruone else

me
doesn't he have superpowers or smth idk

kev
exactly
miraculous ladybug but stone age

me
BYEBSUWJSHEG
ur going to hell

kev
alongside my wondrous roommates 🤞🤞

me
tbh
wait here i'm being yelled at again lol

cob
ignoring it woufl be the best idea tho wouldn't it?

kev
u know how he's like he'll be fine
seen

###

"what?!" wooyoung shouts back at his mother, attempting to suppress the frustration threatening to sneak through his voice.

because as much as he wants to get along with his parents during his short visit, they've been making it awfully difficult, drawing the chances of that happening away without any effort at all on his end.

at first, wooyoung figured that maybe the motive for their constant nagging was out of care for him, yet when it only proceeded throughout the few days, and in the worst possible way, he began to think otherwise. it's always about what he doesn't do and how difficult he is, and — although wooyoung feels it could make him selfish — he just wants his efforts to be appreciated to exist as his own self.

expecting such from the people who raised him may just be too much to ever find a place in reality, however.

boiling his frustration up even more, wooyoung doesn't receive a response. he lays there, atop of his mattress, clothes sprawled out across his room, with nothing but silence meeting his ears. perhaps he just needs to work on his patience and stop being dramatic, but he throws himself onto his feet, a lazy groan issuing from his throat.

after sprinting down the stairs, wooyoung finds his mother in the laundry room, her back facing him. "you were calling for me?"

wooyoung's mother spins around, as if surprised at her son's presence, even upon his monstrous footsteps from just a moment ago. "i was just wondering why so much of your clothes are in here. you could at least tidy them away yourself — you're old enough, now, son, aren't you?"

"yeah, right, sorry." fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, wooyoung successfully remains his calm composure. "i was planning to, though, just not now 'cause i thought i'd get some rest before my flight back home tomorrow," he says, an utter lie if getting some rest doesn't go hand in hand with complaining about your overbearing father to your best friends.

wooyoung's mother sighs, tiredly. "all you've been doing here is rest, huh? sometimes i forget who actually is — you or that friend of yours."

wooyoung blinks. first slowly, then faster the next few times, crossing his fingers that he'd just heard wrong. meanwhile, his mother only chuckles on her own, before heaving the laundry basket into her arms. all as if she just made a humoured little joke.

"you can't say things like that," wooyoung finally says, in a bare mutter, his eyes burning with sorrow. "you can't say that about a dead person, mom, are you—"

scoffing, he can't even bring himself to continue.

"lighten up, it wasn't anything serious," wooyoung's mother sings, a stupid, stupid, grin plastered across her mouth.

"well, it was far from fucking funny."

"oh, cmon, it surely can't have hurt you that much? he's gone, now, what can you do?"

"you didn't even know him." tears welling up the corners of his eyes, wooyoung shakes his head in disbelief. "you have no idea how it feels, so don't tell me what or what not to do."

"i'm your mother," she states, eyebrows angled into a frown. "you know that i only ever want what's best for you, right? and i think it'll be good for you to move on, because he's not—"

"and where's the switch for that?" wooyoung's voice breaks sadly. "ever wonder that maybe i'm trying to? that maybe it's not as easy as it sounds?"

"oh, wooyoung..." his mother says, yet her eyes lack any sort of empathy that he wishes to see.

wooyoung steps back. "don't say anything else. i'm— i'm leaving," he announces, sniffling hastily. "i'll see you whenever i next feel comfortable enough in your household. and... and tell dad something for me please?" he swallows nervously.

"tell him that i will become a dancer. one day. and that i won't ever give up on it again."

wooyoung turns around, deliberately slow, just in case he happens to miss something. he hates himself for still holding such hope, even if only momentarily.

returning to his room, his lip trembles beneath the hand plastered across his mouth — an attempt to muffle his sobs. wooyoung doesn't know whether they're out of frustration, anger, or sadness, yet what he has articulated from this is that putting up a fight isn't as rewarding as the movies make it seem.

and so, he cries. as pathetic as it sounds, because honestly, it is, wooyoung cries.

packing the remainder of his things into his bags, features stained with a tsunami of tears, he fumbles around for his phone. mind set on ordering an uber to his friends' place, with the plan of crashing their couch as he's been invited to, he—

except he can't do that. shit.

back of his hand rubbing against his nose, wooyoung decides to confide in yunho instead; after all, there's probably more of a chance of them having sex than him being turned down, and yes, they both exclusively bottom. wooyoung feels a cloud of joy rise within his chest at the thought of the boy, close to excitement despite his bloodshot eyes.

until, on the third try, yunho still isn't picking up. wooyoung's face falls into his palms, his back beginning to shake with dread.

there's no way he's going to spend his last night in south korea here, but unfortunately, he doesn't know anyone else to—

unless... no, no, no, wooyoung stops himself.

isn't san too... sporadic of a choice? although it doesn't feel much like it, they still barely know each other, right? plus, he'll have a lot of explaining to do, explaining that he isn't in the current mood for.

but, then again, it's san. surely he'll understand, won't he?

at least, that's what wooyoung hopes for when his fingers unsurely find san's contact. because no matter what, he can't stay here.

###

me
sannie?

san
hey woo
everything good??

me
i'm sorry if i'm bothering u but is ur place free for a third person by any chance?
but if that's not okay which i'd completely  understand, do u know anywhere that does??

san
usually i'd have to say no but gi's out today

me
oh
that explains where yunho's at then

san
hey are u alr tho?

me
trying to be yeah

san
do u need me to pick u up??

me
if that's alr w u?

san
yeah ofc it is
i wouldn't have offered for nothing yk
i'm getting ready rn, send me ur location?

me
mhm

san
i'll be there as soon as i can okay??

me
thank you sannie

san
please call me if u need to
seen

###

wooyoung realises he's crying again, but out of sheer relief this time; he'll get out of here any moment now, and he'll not have to care so much about whether or not he's doing the simplest things right anymore.

instead, wooyoung'll be with san. he doesn't know how it'll go, nor does he enjoy thinking about the variety of ways things could pan out, so he doesn't. how much harm is in that?

wooyoung's arms are hugging his frame when his phone buzzes. his eyes immediately dart towards it.

###

san
i didn't know whether it was okay for me to horn or not but i'm here woo
come out carefully please

me
you're making me want to hug u gosh/
you're making me/
i will sannie
seen

###

somehow, a small smile puppets wooyoung's lips.

picking himself up, wooyoung drags his feet, alongside his luggage, downstairs. he isn't bothered about the noise he clumsily causes, because as soon as he swings the front door open, his eyes wander for san, desperately. a fraction of his brain alerts him to be humiliated by it, yet he isn't bothered by that either. he just wants to feel safe again.

san's gaze is soft, and meets wooyoung's with care. he's standing by the door to his car, probably something second-hand, but then he's moving towards him.

and wooyoung is, too, pace absentmindedly fast, as if san will disappear before his very own eyes if he isn't quick enough.

wooyoung stops abruptly, frozen. because san is there, much faster than he expected, with his arms gently holding onto him.

it feels exactly how wooyoung would've imagined it to be, that he doesn't know what to do at first. san doesn't back away, however, prompting wooyoung to wrap his own arms around the elder's torso, despite the odd, fuzzy feeling in his chest.

san is warm, and so much more than just physically, wooyoung thinks — like it's a part of his character, a part of who he is.

for some reason, it makes everything so much easier, yet simultaneously painful, too. wooyoung's nails dig into the fabric of san's clothes, because if he had the choice, he wouldn't ever want to let go.

almost as if he shares the exact thought, san is pulling wooyoung closer by the sides of his waist. his hands rub up and down his back, touch delicate.

"hey, it's okay. everything's okay, woo," san murmurs, voice hushed. it only brings forth tears in wooyoung's eyes, until all he can focus on is the body pressed against his violently trembling own and the words left by his ear.

"i'm here, see? i'm here and i've got you."

###

a/n: that was a lot huh

but omgsoh vogue ateez vogue ateez vogue ateez hhhhhhhhhhh