best of me | woosan (✓)

- fourty nine -

another week passed by slowly, and after a lot of thinking, san decided he would start going to therapy again. san's worry now was that wooyoung was still in a bit of pain from throwing himself against the door and probably wouldn't be able to come with him. san felt selfish for this, but it really did help him to have someone wait with him.

hongjoong and seonghwa had been spending a lot of time at wooyoung and san's to help the two out (and to keep hongjoong busy, as he felt his mental state slipping a bit — however, san and wooyoung didn't know this). they cooked meals for the boys when wooyoung's parents weren't home, helped the boys around the house, and overall just kept them company. san was incredibly grateful for this, as he knew that wooyoung was both physically and mentally hurting and needed a break.

the group was getting ready for yunho, mingi, yeosang and jongho to show up in just a few hours, meaning that san's therapy appointment was only a little over an hour away and he still had no idea how to ask someone to go with him.

he anxiously paced in the hallway, right outside of the bathroom, feeling like he was going to throw up at any moment. he didn't want to ask anyone, but he knew he couldn't do it alone.

"san... san, what's wrong?" seonghwa asked, stopping in front of him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"i-i—"

before san could finish, he ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, causing seonghwa to worriedly follow him and start rubbing his back.

"san... are you okay?"

"n-no... n-not really..."

"are you sick? we can call tonight off if you are, it's okay..."

"i-i'm not... i-it's my anxiety..."

"did you take your meds today?"

san nodded slightly, wiping his mouth and sighing.

"what happened? what caused your anxiety to spike this bad even with your meds?"

"i-i have therapy in an hour... a-and wooyoung can't come with me... not when he's still in so much pain... i-i've never gone alone, he's always sat in the waiting room with me."

"i'll come. if you're not ready to go alone, i'm happy to come with you if that makes you more comfortable."

"y-you will?"

seonghwa nodded, smiling warmly at san.

"thank you, hwa..." san whispered, staring at the ground.

"we can leave whenever you're ready, i'm gonna go let joongie know where i'm gonna be and then i'll be downstairs. okay?"

"o-okay... thank you again."

"of course."

seonghwa left the room and san shakily stood up, going and brushing his teeth before going to the bedroom and changing his shirt.

"where are you headed?" wooyoung asked, sitting up slowly.

"t-therapy," san answered softly.

"sannie... i'm so proud of you for being willing to go."

"thank you, love... seonghwa is coming with me though since you're still sore," san explained, going and sitting at the edge of the bed.

"i would've gone if you'd told me, sannie..."

"woo... baby, you need to rest. you can't get better without rest, and with our friends coming over later you need energy for that."

"i-i'm tired of being stuck like this... i-i don't want my body to hurt so much anymore..."