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me
yuuuunho
yunho <3
wooooooyoung
hey babe what's up :D
me
uh
i apologise for the short notice but i'm sorta in korea rn??
yunho <3
u fucking what
you've got to be joking
me
i mean idt i'd be in an uber rn to sannie's place if i was so
yunho <3
excuse me sir ?????
me
i did it? well unless i decide to back out now
who knows what could happen 🤫🤫
yunho <3
shut the fuck up
you're not doing that
me
i'm not i'm not!
i was just kidding relax
yunho <3
ah
i feel like i should be used to ur rly off-timing sarcasm by now but turns out i'm not :$
me
i'm just way too unpredictable for u to fathom 😵
yunho <3
unpredictable is definitely the word
anyway u needed smth didn't u babes?
me
spot on
i just wanted to warn u that i may be stumbling into ur dorm tonight for a place to stay
yunho <3
ahh okay!!
that's obviously okay w me but just know that mingi's over rn
me
oh
yunho <3
yeah probably gonna stay the night too
idt he'd be that bothered if u pop by honestly! i just wanted to let u know
me
right
ig there's nothing much i can do ab that
i just need a place to stay incase things w sannie don't go that well
yunho <3
i am going to hit you
stop thinking like that!! this is san we're talking ab so everything'll go fine honestly
me
idk i just think it's almost impossible for anyth to go well after what i put him through
yunho <3
woo :(
this is gonna sound like some killing stalking sequel but i've seen him a lot around uni and i can tell that he rly hasn't been his usual self since this all started
the last thing he'd do is push u away further i'm sure of it
me
but i'm so scared yun
i can't make things worse than they already are
yunho <3
you aren't an idiot
u know san more than well enough to treat him in the way he'd want
so no you aren't going to screw it up okay?
me
with that logic i'm already an idiot then aren't i?
yunho <3
wooyoung
me
i'm at sannie's place now i have to go
sorry
i'll let u know how things go
seen
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before he can see yunho respond, wooyoung's thumb presses his cellphone shut. the vehicle of which he just exited shows off its engine, the boisterous sound roaring into the parking lot of seoul university, as it drives off in the opposite direction. it drifts a surge of wind towards wooyoung, whose feet hesitantly begin to trek through the evening.
almost having completely set, the sun leaves behind splatters of colours across the sky above, its purple inviting the time of night closer. sannie's favourite colour, wooyoung absentmindedly thinks. he then starts to wonder if san has ever watched the sun set before.
and regardless of whether he has or not, wooyoung believes the elder would like that kind of thing.
he turns into the building san resides in, his gaze hurriedly darting to the ground at the huddle of, what he assumed were, uni students by the elevators. stiff, wooyoung squeezes past them into one of the rectangular blocks, his palm bouncing off of a circular button inscribed with the number 7. the double metal doors sliding shut, he exhales heavily, satisfied that half a dozen eyes are no longer prying at him.
however, the same relief manages to crumble into dust within seconds, the idea of being face to face with san again further stirring the brew of nausea at the pit of wooyoung's stomach.
honestly, he doesn't know what he's most afraid of anymore — to see san again or to never see san again.
yet, nothing has ever made wooyoung more upset with himself than knowing he's hurt the boy.
with that thought in mind, his feet are almost immediately on the move again once the elevator's doors extend for him.
wooyoung's head is full to the brim of nothing until he's standing outside of san's door. it's then, his clenched fist lifting from its position by his side, where he feels a beehive of the usual pesky insects target his mind.
but unlike last time, wooyoung pays no mind to the what if's bouncing against the walls of his brain, back and forth. instead, he gathers the courage deep within him and presses his knuckles to the wooden door exactly three times. the next few seconds are of complete silence, the anticipation not as gruesome as he initially thought; he even has a pinch of hope that all of this worry is for nothing.
though, perhaps something has deluded wooyoung, because the hinges of san's door falls open and his heartbeat stutters.
and what's worse is he can't even tell whether its cause is how genuinely anxious he is or how unbelievably good san looks with black hair.
for a while too long, neither of them utter a word. they just stand, directly before each other, as if there's nothing to say — a stark contrast to reality. but in just moments, the silent staring contest is won by wooyoung, albeit he doesn't believe it to be a huge achievement when san can barely bring himself to meet his eyes.
he seems more nervous than he did when they first met. he has gotten strikingly thinner, his face puffy as if he's just been crying. san looks shattered.
and a part of wooyoung's heart shatters then, too.
"san..." wooyoung swallows down the lump in his throat. "sannie, i... i'm sorry," he whispers, and he really, really wants it to sound dear because it really, really is. but san's gaze doesn't budge from the blood-red carpet of the building's hallways. "i'm so, so sorry. i-i swear i'm going to tell you everything you want to hear, i just— first, i-i need you to know that i'm sorry... hurting you is the last thing i'd mean to do ever."
wooyoung would've continued, he has so much to say, he has so much he wants san to know, but he decides against it when the elder sniffles. "sannie...?" he attempts with worry, stepping forward cautiously.
but san only turns the other way, bringing his fingers up to prod at the inner corners of his eyes.
wooyoung feels his heart stop for a second. and he isn't completely sure of what he's thinking, but he's there, only millimetres away from san in seconds, his hands gently wrapping around the boy's wrists.
only when he senses san sink into the touch does wooyoung move, lowering his arms so they're back at his sides. he can't read the emotion carved into the eyes before him, but slowly he slips his left hand into the elder's, all while searching for something within them. before wooyoung can mirror the action with his right, however, a singular tear glides across san's skin and his thumb races upwards to catch it.
brushing it away, san's eyes finally meet wooyoung's, and they're swirled in hesitance. brimmed with tears and hints of red, they frantically dart across the latter's face, his lips parted just a bit as if he's in a state of shock.
wooyoung tries a smile for san. "as cool as it'd be, i don't think i'm a hologram, sannie." out of their own accord, his fingers graze over san's cheek. "i'm here. i'm actually here."
his eyes settled on staring into wooyoung's, san just blinks for a moment. but then, he budges. slowly, his head dips down, and he rests the unoccupied side of his face onto the younger's shoulder.
wooyoung has to internally remind himself to breathe. his hand slips down to san's jaw, simply cupping it in his palm before rubbing the back of his fingers against the slightly oily skin. something in his head tells him he's being weirdly intimate, but before he can act on the remark, san's nose nuzzles into his neck. the smile on wooyoung's face must be one foolish sight.
"i..." wooyoung instantly perks up at the syllable from san's lips. "i didn't think you'd actually come," san confesses in a quiet voice.
wooyoung's heart squeezes. he's never witnessed san so vulnerable before, and he feels revolting for letting this happen. "i'm so sorry, sa—"
"you can stop saying that now, y'know?"
scoffing beneath his breath, wooyoung shakes his head. "no, sannie, that's not— i-i'll be honest, i'd be so grateful if you were to forgive me because i... i've missed you so much," he expresses, meeting san's gaze when he feels the boy peer up at him. "but that doesn't mean i'm going to act like i've done nothing wrong to you. because i have. i have, and i'm not going to let you act like that's not the case, either."
"i've really missed you, too," is all san whispers after a while; it's clear that isn't a conversation he wants to have right now.
so, rather than pressing him on further, wooyoung decides on pulling san into his embrace. the thought is of instinct, the way in which his arms tangle around the elder's neck natural, even despite the time they've spent without one another. wooyoung's lips fit into a smile when san hugs onto his shoulders in return.
he's missed this so much, god, he's missed san so much. and even if it's only for this moment, he can't be happier now that he's by his side again. there's nowhere else he'd want to be right now.
san hums out of the blue. "wooyo?"
for a split second, wooyoung's breath gets caught in his throat. "yeah, sannie?"
"does this mean... you don't hate me?"
there's a spark of lightheartedness within the tone of san's voice, yet his body tenses up a bit beneath the latter's hold all the same. in an attempt of reassurance, wooyoung presses their chests closer together and mutters, "you must be stupid if you think i could ever hate you."
"oh." san pauses. "so that means..."
"no, i don't hate you, sannie," wooyoung finishes. his fingers graze over the muscles of san's shoulders. "if anything, you're the last person i'm capable of hating... i just don't think that's possible."
"oh. okay." wooyoung imagines there to be a small smile on san's face when he says that. "i don't know if i can put into words how relieved that makes me."
"still not poetic enough?" wooyoung teases, his giggle bright.
san is chuckling a bit, too, his warm breath fanning over wooyoung's neck. he shivers noticeably. "not even close," san answers. "but honestly? i don't think even the greatest poets would be able to perfectly describe the things you make me feel, wooyo."
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a/n: tsk once a flirt always a flirt 👎👎👎
i'm just jealous ANYWAY thoughts?
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