Take me to church [w.s]

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Third person

San circled his room, wooyoung wooyoung wooyoung, He had to check on wooyoung. Surely his parents weren't as insane as his, but what if they were?

What if wooyoung was being hit, abused, talked down upon, just because of San. San was panicking, his breathing increased, what if they do something to him?....this is all my fault.

Images of wooyoung struggling to breathe, to speak, made their way to sans already messed up mind. He couldn't take the images, the thought of that happening made him extremely angry.

"FUCK" he growled punching the nearest thing to him, unfortunately, it was his mirror. Shards dropped down slowly onto his feet, cutting them.

San removed his bloody hand from the mirror, it hurt like a fucking bitch, but he was too emotionally numb to care.

He sighed while pulling small shards from his fist, not caring enough to wipe and clean the cuts.

San sat down in his desk chair, looking for something to do. As he looked through the drawers he felt something, he pulled a paper, "right.....the camp"

His eyes lit up suddenly, "it's in a week meaning...."

He laughed slightly to himself, he needed to plan something.

Wooyoung

"So San made you drive him to pick up his car and left in a hurry?" I questioned seonghwa, the older boy nodded his head as he drove me to my house.

I'm worried.

I should be worried about myself right now since I missed church and I'm definitely in trouble, but the thought of sans relationship with his father wouldn't leave my mind.

I remember the first time I came over, how cold the air was, how every time they spoke to each other it sounded like venom. San was in trouble, and I knew that.

Seonghwa pulled up to my driveway, luckily no one was home yet.  "Call him for me?", worry was laced in seonghwas voice, "sure"

I watched as seonghwa drove away before entering my quiet home. I quickly fished out my phone and pressed sans contact, we've never talked on the phone before.

Calling sanniii.....

After a few rings, the call went to voicemail. It was comforting to hear his voice for a few seconds, even if it was just some pre-recorded San saying the generic words, "I'll call you back later"

That wasn't enough though, I needed to know if he was okay. So I pressed his contact again.

Then again....

Then again......

then.....one last time.

A tear almost fell from my eye, "m-maybe he's just being funny?"

What if something is really wrong? His father wouldn't go that far, would he?

"No no, I'll call one more time"

And so I did.

"Hey it's San! Please leave a message, I'll call you back later"

I cried into my sweater, it smelled like him....

I pressed his contact again, but not for an answer, just to hear his voice.

"Hey it's San! Please leave a message, I'll call you back later—"

Again.

"Hey it's San! Please leave a message, I'll call you back later"

I snuggled up on my couch, wiping my tears as they fell.

One more time.....

"Hey it's San! Please leave a message—

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A/n: sorry for not updating yesterday my loves, hope you enjoyed!! Love you as always

Edited: I forgot to tell you guys that me and my girlfriend just broke up....so I'm taking out all my anger on this 😏

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