"sannie?" wooyoung mumbles groggily, sleeves rubbing at his tired eyes as he peers into the noisy kitchen.

by the stove, san spins around momentarily, a smile grazing his lips. "morning, woo."

"hey." wooyoung yawns into his palm, before slipping into the same chair as he did last night. "what is that?" he asks out of curiosity at the strong smell sizzling throughout the room, resting his head onto his arms.

"breakfast," san answers, flipping something in a pan, something of a pale colour that wooyoung is too lazy to observe more of. "unless you don't like eggs, 'cause i don't have the capability of making us anything else."

"boiled eggs are nasty." wooyoung makes a face out of pure disgust. "everything else is fine, though, as long as you aren't a horrible cook."

"i'm not horrible," san states in defence, and wooyoung hums, already unconvinced. "i don't cook that often, i'll be honest, but it can't be as hard as that angry ramsay dude makes it seem like."

wooyoung laughs, and sits upright. "i can be the judge of that, then, since i'm probably worser than him when it comes to criticising you."

"worse. it's worse," san corrects in disbelief. "oh my god, why are you such an awful student?"

"why are you such an awful cook?"

"you haven't even tasted it yet!"

wooyoung grins lopsidedly. "says a lot about what kinda person you are, then, huh, sannie?"

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san's — quite frankly, delicious — eggs and toast bloating his tummy, wooyoung enters the passenger seat of the elder's car. san follows after him within the next minute, immediately replacing the silence with his music — most likely something loona.

"you all ready?" san asks, turning to wooyoung as he starts his engine. "you didn't leave anything behind, did you?"

"what dumbass do you make me out to be?" wooyoung mutters in slight offence, yet pats his pockets, nonetheless. "we're good, now move. i'm sick of you already."

san gasps audibly, and wooyoung forces himself to stifle back a snicker. "you're not."

"i am."

"not," san finishes for him with certainty.

"what— you can't decide for me, what's that about?" wooyoung says, the block of houses outside of the window beginning to move.

clearly, san doesn't give a fuck. "well, i just did."

"and falsely," wooyoung adds and thanks the heavens above, for san leaves it that. yet, the silence he hates more than the latter's witty comments. "hm, you're finally meeting moonbae," wooyoung brings up. "you got anything you've been meaning to say to them? the only right answer is to give jacob a black eye on my behalf, by the way."

softly chuckling, san hums thoughtfully. "your idea is a straight no, i'm not doing shit for you. maybe i'll ask how they put up with your ass everyday, i'll need the advice."

wooyoung lands a punch into san's arm, light enough so that they don't swerve off of the road, however. "i won't let you. and anyway, i bet you're fucking miserable about me leaving."

"you wish. you'd be more miserable than me, if that was the case."

"i wouldn't, and i'm not. glad to finally be leaving here, actually," wooyoung says, partially a lie, partially not. "everything is so stressful," he continues, subconsciously voicing his inner thoughts. "obviously it's not that much different back home, it's just a lot more pressure here for some reason."

san hums, in what seems like understanding, and it's only then that wooyoung realises the severity of what he's said. "shit, sorry, i-i wasn't meant to tell you tha—"

"it's fine, woo," san interrupts wooyoung softly, almost like he saw the guilty apology coming. "i'm sorry you feel that way — not to pity you, i know you don't like that, but because you deserve better. whatever it is, i know you don't deserve for it to be pushing you down." wooyoung's eyes sink to his lap, and his nails dig into his skin. "as much as i want to make all of this feel better for you, i can't, but i hope the days we spent together make your visit even a little bit worth it."

somehow, even with his gaze concentrated on the road, san takes one of wooyoung's hands into his own.

tears come forth within the younger's eyes; san wasn't meant to know, he didn't want him to. however, the small action manages to convince him, at least for the time being, that maybe he shouldn't treat himself like this, and his lips droop down sadly.

"feeling okay?" san's voice is gentle, so gentle, that wooyoung has to sniff back his tears to prevent them from leaving against his will.

"mhm. i'm okay, sannie."

wooyoung is lying, they're both aware of that, but the silence from the lack of san's response greets them, regardless. even the mumble of his music seems quieter, as his thumb draws circles and squares and other meaningless scribbles onto wooyoung's hand, whose head rests onto the pane by his side.

he wants to go home, so awfully bad, but simply acknowledging departing from the safety which san embraces over him so soon pinches at his heart just a bit. of course, however, as the saying goes, there's always something bad in everything good.

so, wooyoung decides against thinking about the negative in the situation, and instead his head wanders off to the joy awaiting him in canada — dance, and just as excitingly, the bigger studio he'll now have access to as an official dance major at the university.

wooyoung hasn't fantasied about school more than he does as they make it to the airport.

san helps wooyoung heave his bags out from the back of his car upon finding a spare slot to park, who then insists he can do so the rest of the way just fine on his own. reluctantly, san listens in the end, causing wooyoung to smile small in triumph. with his back to the older boy, he feels a hand of fingertips caress the back of his head.

the touch is something new, wooyoung is certain. though, for some reason, a reason he doesn't dwell much on, the feeling is familiar, also. weird.

entering the large doors to the airport as they slide open for them, wooyoung's hand searches for san's. he can't explain why exactly, but he feels a lot more at ease this way, even more so when san is taking the first step forward, towards where his friends said they'd be.

"woo!" kevin's voice is loud, easily causing wooyoung's head to snap in its direction, slightly alarmed. his eyes land on the couple, their arms hooked around one another's.

"ready to meet them?" wooyoung asks, and now, out of excitement, he's leading the way, seeming to have forgotten the simplest of tasks such as actually waiting for an answer.

"wait— i mean, yeah, sure? but—" san sputters out, intertwining their fingers to find a sense of composure. "but what do i say? how do i, like, act? 'cause—"

"shut the fuck up." wooyoung groans, only tugging san further. "you're perfect just like this, sannie, what more could you possibly want?"

"the ability to not embarrass myself," san mutters, rolling his eyes, and almost as if teleportation is a real humane thing, he and wooyoung are now standing before the infamous pair that is moonbae.

"sometimes i forget you're not just a fragment of wooyoung's imagination, but i guess this proves it," kevin comments, and san figures that's the closest to a greeting he'll get. so he just chuckles unsurely, squeezing the hand in his own as if it'll signal the latter to say something on his behalf.

"that makes me sound like i have psychotic issues," wooyoung fills the silence, and san squeezes his hand again; this time in gratitude.

"why are you so confident that you don't?"

wooyoung rams a fist into jacob's arm. "you're way more insane than me, stop talking."

"stop being a pair of absolute toddlers, thanks, we have a plane to catch," kevin stops the conversation from proceeding. "so kiss each other goodbye, or whatever, and wooyoung — meet us at security."

wooyoung's eyes widen in bewilderment. "you want me to head there on my own?"

"you're an adult," jacob states the obvious, before threatening, "be late and we'll leave without you."

and before wooyoung can counter attack the aggravating boy, the two have already begun to walk away.

"dude, why do you live with them?"

"you must be crazy if you think i signed up to be treated like this." wooyoung sighs. "good question, though, except i know just as much as you."

san breathes out a chuckle, face held in a smile as he gazes down at their hands. and in a subtle, he hopes, attempt to gain his attention, wooyoung swings them back and forth for a moment. in return, san's eyes fall onto his, causing him to look away in an instant.

"so..."

"don't you cry on me, woo," san jokes at the seriousness in wooyoung's voice.

"oh, fuck off," wooyoung mutters. "i'm not anywhere close to crying, don't jump to conclusions. i just..."

"i'll miss you, too, if that's what's making this so hard."

wooyoung glances back up at san and scoffs. "who said i'll—" he turns to the marble floor, scuffing his shoe against it, and finishes quietly, "who said i'll miss you?"

san doesn't say anything for a second. not until his arms are enveloping wooyoung into their warmth, where his chin comfortably sits upon san's shoulder. "we'll see each other again, woo, for sure," san assures. wooyoung's suitcase clatters to the ground, but before he can question it, a pair of hands travel around his broad shoulders. "i promise you, we will."

"but that's i-in ages, sannie." wooyoung hesitantly loosens his tough facade. "we both have school and it's not like i'm google's ceo, either." he manages a smile when a laugh fans across his ear.

"i know... so i'm not gonna lie to you and say we can visit each other whenever we feel like it, 'cause that's nowhere near realistic. but it won't be as long as you think, trust me."

"okay." wooyoung nods his head slowly. "i-i trust you."

"yeah? now, i don't want moonbae to hate me, so you should probably—" san stops himself when he feels wooyoung's chest press further into his own.

"not yet?" he questions softly.

"one second. just one second longer."

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where_san_sings

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where_san_sings good riddance
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woo_jung u make me never want to come back
| where_san_sings pfft liar

beyonke ok but why does he never smile like that around us
| everythingcoolwastaken exacfly it almost makes me wnana be nice to hum
| beyonke almost
| woo_jung manifesting y'alls airbags don't work when our planet crashes
| where_san_sings u meant "if" instead right?

princessgi ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING? TWICE IN A ROW?? AND WHAT DO I GET???
| where_san_sings lol idk what do u get? 🤔
| princessgi bitch

lifeonmars hey don't be mean san, he's sweet!
| where_san_sings he's not

j.yun AHH @woo_jung BABE YOURE SO CUTE
| where_san_sings ouch don't lie to him it'll only hurt in the long run
| woo_jung BUT THATS YOU YUNNIE and fuck off san nobody likes u

sansvenus i would bleed my lungs out for u

woo_jung

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woo_jung he's a scam irl
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where_san_sings so we're turning to defamation now?
| woo_jung they deserve to know the truth 😇😇😇

lifeonmars i cant believe you're leaving already :(
| woo_jung awh don't be sad babe i'll be back soon!
| where_san_sings see?? ur a liar
| woo_jung don't assume i meant for u

everythingcoolwastaken not what u sayd to us but alrught
| woo_jung go fuck urself.
| where_san_sings i knew it what did he say???
| everythingcoolwastaken i don't look cute w a blodoy nose so my mouth is zipped im sordy

hongjoong.k never agreed w smth more
| woo_jung @where_san_sings :)))))))
  | where_san_sings bunch of dickheads i'm friends with istg

j.yun enemies to lovers 😭
| woo_jung as long as i'm alive, no.

sansvenus HES SO CUTE
   | sansvenus YOURE SO CUTE
   | sansvenus AHHSHSHDJHEWFJWBDVNEOF

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a/n: woosan departure <//3

their love language is being absolute a$$holes to each other if u couldn't tell already :D