DESTINED. wsn ✓

seventeen

say the name!! (where are my fellow carats TT)

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after the diner incident, wooyoung and san were definitely more distant from each other than ever. yeosang would wake up to see that wooyoung was making breakfast and when san comes out of his bedroom, wooyoung would be gone to the ju diner for his work. yeosang wasn't one to snoop into other people's businesses, but then also, it does concern his best friend.

"san," yeosang said one afternoon when he didn't have to go the the university for his lectures, "hey, come here."

san, who was sitting on the sofa and glanced up at yeosang, rolling his eyes, "no, you come here. i'm too lazy to move."

yeosang sighed and moved towards the sofa. after sitting down, san shoved his bowl of popcorn towards the older boy. yeosang grimaced, "i didn't come here for the popcorn-"

"i know, but i also know you're about to talk about something super serious." san glanced over at his best friend, "come on, just one?" he nudged the bowl at yeosang again.

yeosang took a quick glance and immediately identified it as caramel popcorn. the boy's face contorted even more, "yuck, no thanks. anyways-"

"anyways, you're probably here to talk about me and wooyoung, hm?" san interrupted, plopping a few popcorns into his mouth, side eyeing his best friend.

yeosang's eyes were wide, "h-how-"

"you're my best friend. i know you well enough. go on, what do you wanna ask?" san asked, his eyes still glued on the screen in front of him. yeosang looked at the tv screen and frowned, "again? aren't you ever tired of finding nemo?"

san groaned, "not you too. now please just tell me what you wanna talk about."

"what the hell happened two days ago?" yeosang said. san immediately paused the film, but his eyes didn't leave the screen at all. san sighed, "yeosang-"

"san," yeosang shifted his position to sit more comfortably on the sofa and propped his chin up with his elbow, "san, hey, i'm just a concerned best friend. you're the happiest whenever you're with wooyoung, and i'm so glad that you met wooyoung. but ever since i saw wooyoung sitting alone on the kitchen counter with a huge bandage on his cheek two nights ago, i knew something was off. what is going on?"

san sighed. he put down his bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of him. "this might seem ridiculous. but yeo, i went to pick him up in the diner two days ago and i fucking saw a big, buff guy on top of him and then two other unconscious guys around on the floor. i don't know how the hell that happened because the buff guy didn't seem like someone's that helping wooyoung. so i could only conclude wooyoung had took down those two guys. yeo, that's so- how can he even do that? how are you so fucking calm right now?!"

yeosang was not calm at all. he was on the verge of calling wooyoung immediately and asking what the hell happened in the diner. he knew that wooyoung didn't intend for san to see him like that, but that didn't mean wooyoung could just fight anyone and maybe even kill someone out in the open, especially at the busiest diner in seoul. how the hell did no one see him at all?

"uh, san, look, you don't know where wooyoung come from. and i'm not talking bad about him! not at all! but you don't know how he was brought up, you know what i'm saying?" yeosang chuckled nervously. san looked at him with an eyebrow raised, obviously suspicious of yeosang's words.

yeosang desperately thought of something to say, "i'm-i'm being honest, san. you never know how someone was raised and you don't know how they were brought up. plus, it really isn't anything new that someone knows how to fight. heck, you know how to do taekwondo, so i really don't see why you're so caught up with it. and i genuinely think that wooyoung must be in some kind of trouble for him to act out like that. i don't think he'll just randomly start fighting people on the street. san, just see some sense in this."

san looked at yeosang and saw the sincerity in his eyes. san sighed, "i guess. thanks a lot, yeo. i'll- i'll talk to wooyoung about it."

yeosang chuckled, "what you need right now is sleep. go on, i'll phone wooyoung and see where he is, okay?"

san glanced at his best friend and then at his phone, "please do. he haven't returned any of my calls or texts since last night."

"that's concerning." yeosang frowned. san smiled weakly and nodded, "yeah. please help me find him. i don't know where he is and i know i should've went out and find him myself but- i don't know, yeo, i just-"

"hey, you don't have to explain yourself to me." yeosang put his hand on san's shoulder, "you're scared of how he'll react, i know. i'm in a relationship myself, too, san. and i think we both forget about that sometimes. go on, i'll find your soulmate for you." yeosang smiled. san nodded. he got up, grabbed his phone and went into his bedroom, shutting the door lightly behind him.

yeosang sighed and groaned, "jung wooyoung, where the hell are you?" he muttered to himself. yeosang grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter and started scrolling through for wooyoung's number despite having merely ten or fifteen contacts saved. he eventually got to the number he intended for and dialled it, tapping his fingers on the counter while he waited.

"yeosang hyung?" wooyoung asked, his voice timid and soft. so unlike wooyoung.

yeosang frowned, "wooyoung? where are you?"

"i-i don't know, hyung. i, um, i was just wondering around seoul and uh, i'm now next to the river. i know i'm next to han river but i-i don't know where i'm, um, i'm at." wooyoung stuttered. yeosang cursed under his breath. it's fucking february and wooyoung's out there alone and probably not with a lot of clothes since the day and afternoon today was quite warm.

"okay, how about you send me your location and i'll go get you? wooyoung, this isn't good-"

"i know it isn't good, hyung! god, i'm so sorry. i'm so- hyung, can you just come? there's- hyung, please. i can defend myself, but i can't defend myself that well." wooyoung whispered into the phone.

that stopped yeosang's previous movements of putting on his coat. "wait, wooyoung, hold on. why the hell do you need to defend yourself?"

a 'beep' came from his phone and he saw wooyoung's location being sent to him. wooyoung's apparently in gangdong-gu, which would take yeosang at least half an hour to get there by train.

"wooyoung? hey, wooyoung, are you there? jung wooyoung-" wooyoung muttered something to the phone before the phone call cut off. yeosang mentally cursed wooyoung for saying things so softly but nonetheless, he pulled his phone away from his ear and grabbed his coat.

"yeo, did you find wooyoung?" san asked from behind. yeosang, clearly annoyed that san had just asked such a right question in such a wrong time, turned around and scowled at san.

"yes i found your fucking boyfriend. but he's in trouble now and you're delaying me. he's in gangdong-gu, why don't you go find him yourself, hm?" yeosang snapped at his best friend. the pink-haired boy quickly ran into his bedroom and came out all ready with two motorcycle helmets. yeosang's face paled, he fucking hated motorcycles.

"no, san-"

"it takes 16 minutes to go to gangdong-gu by car. takes even quicker if i pick up the speed. now are you going with me or not?"

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a/n: i'm sorry this isn't much it's just my mom's talking the entire time i was writing this and my ideas just kept on breaking apart because i couldn't think. i'm so sorry. but ooh, what's happening next??