You Wrote Me a Letter (but I never learned how to read) || Wooyu ||

Pain (and please hold me)

Gotta warn y'all first, it gets a lil' graphic ahead, sexually-wise. Just a lil' tho 

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Yuto hasn't left the practice room since early morning.

Music was thundering loudly in the speakers, numbing the pain in his legs and the pain in his mind.

He couldn't tell for how long he's been practicing by himself. Time has lost relevancy in the past couple of days. He just had to become better, to show what he's worth. Perfect in everything, become good. Because if not, then how else could he affirm his place in this world?

His body craved a few minutes of rest, but Yuto didn't listen.

His stomach craved a little bit of food, but Yuto wouldn't eat.

His muscles screamed at him to stop, but Yuto wouldn't have it.

Not until he collapsed on the ground with a searing pain in his left ankle.

It's okay.

He got up again and proceeded to re-do the failed move, but fell back on the ground. His ankle gave out, too weak to sustain any more pressure. Yuto wouldn't believe it, however. He is fine. He just probably needs to stop for a bit. Yeah.

He checked the time and it was close to 10 PM, and a couple of missed calls from almost every Pentagon member stared at him accusingly. It wasn't terribly late, Yuto could've practiced some more but his stupid ankle just had to pull this shit on him.

It's not broken.

Oh, no, it's definitely not broken. If it was, it would mean he had to put dancing on pause for a while, which would be catastrophic. But that's not the case, because it wasn't broken. I can walk just fine, he thought as he took another step and the searing pain brought tears to his eyes.

Yes. He can walk just fine.

He limped out of the practice room, unaware of the snow-like-haired person who has been watching him through the window in the hallway this whole time.

***

"Okay, fellas, I made chicken egg noodles for everyone," Hongseok announced while placing a mouth-watering pot of stewing noodles in the middle of the table. The heat coming from the pot was the only source of warmth the boys had, besides those cheap fan heaters and the winter jackets they were huddled in. "For everyone, except Hoetaek." He added.

"WHY!" Hui shouted, scandalized

"'Cause you're annoying everyone"

"HOW"

"I stand by that," Yanan stated from the other side of the table. 

"You think everyone is annoying!!" Hui shouted back at Yanan.

"True, but at the moment it's just you. And Changgu, but Changgu is a constant for me." "-HEY" Changgu yelled, causing the chopsticks he was balancing on his nose to fall to the floor. "But, yeah, you're just so annoying, with your face, your voice and just- everything" Yanan continued, not even looking and poor, instigated Hui.

"I AM LITERALLY JUST SITTING HERE, LIKE A GOOD BOY, READING THE BIBLE, AND Y'ALL JUST-"

The boys were all having dinner when Yuto entered the dorms. He was exhausted out of his mind, but he still stopped by the kitchen to say hello. The members, who were delved in cheerfully chatter fell into an abrupt silence as they took in Yuto's late appearance. They were baffled at his horrendous-looking state, underdressed for the extreme room temperature, and was that a limp in his step?