best of me | woosan (✓)

- fifty nine -

san rarely left wooyoung's side after that day. in the coming weeks, after many discussions about wooyoung struggling with his thoughts and grief, they got wooyoung registered and set up to go to therapy, his therapist soon prescribed him with antidepressants, and he started going to group therapy as well (which san also joined).

wooyoung felt like he was a lost cause, he didn't feel like any progress was being made. yet, he kept going back. he kept going because even though he didn't see a point, he knew that san was proud of him. he knew that jisu would be proud of him too. they were his reason for doing everything.

the two boys had just finished watching up for what seemed to be the millionth time that week, yet it still made them smile. wooyoung reminisced on all the times he had watched the movie when he was younger, all the fun times with jisu, and san just sat and listened to all of wooyoung's stories, a small smile on his face.

"she was an amazing sister, woo. you're extremely lucky, honestly. i would've loved to have a sibling... hongjoong is the closest thing i have to one."

"i am lucky... i had an incredible sister and i have an amazing boyfriend. i couldn't ask for anything more, sannie."

"i love you so much, you know that?"

"i love you more," wooyoung whispered.

"woo? how are you feeling?"

"not great, honestly... i-i don't feel like i'm making any progress."

"you're making plenty of progress, baby. you're going to feel like you aren't, but i can see the progress and so can your therapist. i'm so, so proud of you... and jisu is too."

tears welled up in wooyoung's eyes as san said this, causing san to panic a bit.

"ahh, no, don't cry, my love."

"i-i'm sorry... i-i just— it means a lot to me."

san nodded, kissing wooyoung's temple and pulling him close.

"i-i'm sorry, s-san..." wooyoung cried.

"shh... you did nothing wrong, love. you don't need to apologize..."

san allowed wooyoung to cry, stroking his hair gently to help him calm down. san knew that wooyoung crying over small things like this was bound to happen at some point, especially considering how much he had been bottling up. he knew, and it didn't bother him one bit. as long as wooyoung was comfortable, it was fine by san.

eventually, wooyoung's sobs grew quiet and he just clung to san, shaking slightly as his eyes grew droopy.

"sleep, baby... sleep," san encouraged.

"b-but—"

"woo... get some rest, okay? we can visit jisu later if you'd like, you just need to rest first."

"i-i don't need to r—"

"wooyoung, you look exhausted. please, baby... please rest, i'll be right here if you need me."

wooyoung sighed, nodding against san's chest.

"promise you won't leave?"

"of course, my love."

wooyoung melted into san's arms a bit, shakily closing his eyes.

"that's it, bub..." san whispered, beginning to play with wooyoung's hair.

soon soft snores were heard from the younger boy, causing a light smile on san's cheeks. he pulled out his phone and began to check his texts, continuing to play with wooyoung's hair as he did, when he came across a few texts from yeosang.