best of me | woosan (✓)

- fourty seven -

"hwa.. i don't know what to do anymore. h-he doesn't want to try, i don't know how to help him..." wooyoung whimpered into the phone.

"woo, it's going to be okay... he just needs time to process everything. keep doing what you can, yeah?"

"what if he just gives up? what do i do? i-i don't know if i can live without him..."

"don't think like that..." seonghwa sighed. "how about i put joongie on the phone? he might be more help than me..."

"i-i don't wanna be a burden to you guys... i know you probably want your alone time."

"wooyoung, stop it... you're never gonna be a burden to us. we want to help san just as much as you do. speaking of... where is san?"

"he's in our room... sleeping. i-i'm in the guest bedroom right now."

"go check on him and then call joongie. i'll tell him you're gonna call."

"y-you're sure?"

"of course. now go check on san..."

"okay... bye, hwa. thank you.."

"bye, woo."

seonghwa hung up and wooyoung took a deep breath, wiping the couple of tears that had fallen from his cheeks and getting up. he went to leave the room and found san there with tears in his eyes.

"a-are you giving up on me?" san asked.

"san... i'd never give up on you, i'm just worried..."

"i-it sounded like you were giving up on me."

"san, i'm scared that you're going to give up on yourself... a-and i don't know what to do to avoid that happening."

"s-so you're just gonna let it happen?"

"no... no, of course not. san... i called hwa asking for advice. i don't want to give up on you and i don't plan on doing so either. i just don't want you to give up on yourself and need to figure out how to help avoid that."

san simply nodded and turned away from wooyoung, causing a pang in the younger boy's heart.

"sannie..." wooyoung whispered, reaching over and grabbing san's hand.

san shook wooyoung's hand off and went back to their room, locking the door behind him. wooyoung tried to follow, sighing when he shook the doorknob and couldn't open the door.

"o-okay... you want space, i get it," wooyoung said softly, making his way back to the guest room.

he dialed hongjoong's number quickly, tapping his foot while he waited for an answer.

"hi wooyoung," hongjoong greeted.

"san's upset with me..." wooyoung muttered.

"what happened?"

"h-he overheard me talking to hwa and thought i was giving up on him. i-i'd never do that, joongie. i'd never give up on him. even if my life depended on it."

"oh no... did you try to clear things up?"

"i-i did... but he just walked away and locked himself in our room."

"he's safe in there, right? nothing he can hurt himself with?"

"yeah, we got rid of anything sharp in there after his last attempt, and we keep all of— wait, fuck... i-i'll call you back, okay?"

"what is it? what's in there?"

"h-his pills, joongie.. h-his goddamn pills."

"go... call or text me as soon as you know he's okay."