Wooyoung was sitting in his bath tub, soaking up all the warm, bubbly cinnamon scented water. This was the only thing he could do to calm his nerves and destress. His eyes were closed as he was leaning on the back of the cold white interior of the tub that had turned warm. As his eyes were closed, he couldn't help the images of what happened a few hours ago, invading his head. He was so tired of all of it, and the more he thought about it, the more his heart would hurt.
He sighed out, opening his eyes back up, and then trying to focus themselves. Sitting up a bit more, he decided that it was time for him to get out before he turned into a raisin. The male pulled the drain to release the water, and grabbed his towel on the hook next to him. He stood up and and stepped out of the tub, wrapping the towel around his body.
As he approached the door, he stopped to look at the mirror, more so what was in it. He looked at himself, seeing that he was such a mess right now, even after he had took his destress bath. He just shook his head and turned to leave out the door, making his way into his bedroom that was connected.
Wooyoung threw on a gray hoody and some black boxers, not really caring enough to put effort into his house attire. Where was he going anyway. Soon after, he made his way out into the living room, and chose to put on a show for him to watch. But he wasn't really watching it. How could he? He had so much running around in his head, that he wasn't prioritizing focusing on some goofy characters.
As he was completely zoned out, not paying any attention to the loud box in front of him, he suddenly heard his doorbell ring, snapping him back into reality. He looked over at the tall brown door.
"You couldn't have bothered me at any more of a worse time" the man huffed out. He pushed himself off the couch and took some steps until he reached the front door.
He set his hand in the door knob, twisting it to open up the door. Behind the door, revealed a sight that made Wooyoung's mind go halfway bonkers. His tired face contorted into an annoyed one.
"What the hell do you want?" he questioned the man standing before him, a hand on his hip and the other still being set on the door knob.
"C-Can I come in?" San said with pleading eyes.
Wooyoung looked him up and down. He was in absolutely no mood to entertain the show San wanted to put on right now. He wanted everything to be left at the wedding, nothing from earlier to chase him home. He was so close to slamming that door in that man's face. But unfortunately, the look on the other's face made him feel a tiny bit sorry for him, but only a tiny bit.
Wooyoung let out a brief sigh. "Come in and make whatever it is that you need to do, quick."
He opened the door a bit wider, stepping to the side, so that the older could enter the home. San did so, a bit hesitant but still relieved that he was even given this chance. Once the man walked in, Wooyoung closed the door back up and turned around to see the other standing still, his eyes trailing across the home.
"I guess you haven't changed much of anything after I left huh" San mentioned, as he looked around at what once used to be their home.
"San, just say what you need to say so you can get out. What do you even want?" Wooyoung said impatiently with his arms crossed.
San turned around to look at the shorter and the sight alone almost made him cry. He couldn't stand Wooyoung being mad at him, no matter how much he deserved it.
He released a deep exhale. "I want to talk about us" he explained, stepping closer to the Wooyoung, only for the other to take a few steps back.
"There is no 'us' anymore, and you know that" the smaller male retorted, still in a harsh tone.
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