what comes to his mind when he sees the sunset? not an idea of an aesthetic photo nor a new opportunity to consume another pack of cigarettes. a person. wooyoung comes to his mind when he sees how the combination of colors invade the sky at a certain time of the day.

how his colorful soul and smile are the perfect copy of the pleasant palette of colors of the sunset. people usually take photos of this moment, san's heart becomes fuzzy and warm as the dead rose inside of him starts blooming again at the thought of the person he appreciates so much.

the sun started to be less visible as it disappeared in the distance but its colors are still printed on the upper atmosphere. all shades of pink and peach combined in what we call sunset.

san liked to compare it to wooyoung. the little ray of sunshines that were still visible in the horizon represent the delicate, almost nonexistent touches of the blonde. gentle and shy but still there. and his soul...his soul was a different level.

colorful but more passionate with shades of blue, gray and cherry red. happy and optimistic and even sensual. every emotion being profound. even the bad ones.

wooyoung is colorful, always pink, peachy, yellow or orange but he had his blue and gray times as well.

and san was used with being treated nasty by the other one. wooyoung can be a pastel rainbow but he can be indifferent as well.

this is when his blues and greys start to combine with the cherry red and some of the other colors. today he would talk so sweetly with san and tomorrow he would be bored of him.

that is what hurts san the most. the lack of interest he received from the one that he adores so much. how wooyoung would act around hongjoong and how he would act around san.

after all the sunset can't be beautiful every single time. neither wooyoung. or wooyoung can be a sweetheart and the sunset an absolute failure. mother nature isn't always doing the best work and wooyoung's brain won't be telling the boy to do the right things always.

or is just san that sees things like that? maybe wooyoung is normal and the sunset is beautiful every time. he cares way too much and he can't change this.

"boy where the fuck is your mind right now? are you thinking about some sexy dude or bitch?" yeosang, san's friend was a whole different thing.

a party guy with weird words and weird ways of expressing things and almost always high or drunk. always fucking someone. but he was a good friend and was always there for san.

"i was just thinking about random things. not fucking you ass" san turned his attention to his friend just to see him trying to open a bottle of whiskey.

he took the bottle and opened it easly earning an amazed look from yeosang.

"thanks bro you are the best! and now...you can't fuck my ass dude you are my friend i'm sure it is considered incest" san rolled his eyes. yeosang was too drunk to understand properly what was going on around him.

that's why san offered to take him back home. he would most probably spend the night there since he was worried for his friend and his mom was most probably working in a night shift.

his father moved in australia with his new girlfriend and his mother is a nurse in a hospital. they have money but san is alone. his bond with his parents isn't as strong as it used to be before his mother and father decided to divorce.

he kinda hated his mother for the way she treated her husband but he also hated his father because he cheated on his mother. deep down his heart was a wound that hasn't healed yet.

and it won't heal any time soon. it will continue to hurt and bleed until it will most probably break san. his parents but mostly wooyoung make it worse. yes trying to stop thinking about it helps at first but what next?

after 5 minutes of walking san was in front of yeosang's house. he carried his friend carefully to the main door and unlocked it with the key he found in one of yeosang's pockets.

"where am i?" yeosang asked and san realized what a big mistake he has made by giving his friend another bottle of alcohol.

"home. you are home. and i'll stay here with you because you are too drunk"

"okay. you are the best person in this world bro" san smiled and went upstairs with yeosang so he can put him in the bed.

he wasn't the best person in this world. it was just yeosang's opinion. and a friendly reminder that he was drunk; too drunk to think straight.

san started to ask himself who does he think the best person in the world is. he sat next to yeosang on the bed and started to think about it.

wooyoung. this was the answer. and once again he came back to someone that doesn't give a fuck about him. or he does but in a hurtful and unusual way.

san appreciates and loves wooyoung too much to just stop caring about him. it hurts to see how everyone is more important than him to the blonde but he still loves the one and only wooyoung.

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