You Wrote Me a Letter (but I never learned how to read) || Wooyu ||

Thought (and it's been you)

Porn warning, this is the warning of the porn. What does the warning of the porn do, you asked? Why, it warns you about the porn, of course. None other than the porn that is about to unfold in the following chapter.

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Undergoing the conversation a thousand times over in his head, Yuto found that there are so many things he wished to say. There are so many things he should say that Wooseok needed to hear. He finally admitted the truth but everything was a mess. Yuto made a mess and words failed to leave the tip of his tongue. He watched the rhythmic rise and fall of the younger's chest as he breathed.

He's going to wait for him to wake up.  He slid down quietly on the floor, next to Wooseok's bed, and laid his head on his bent knees, hoping that maybe they were strong enough to sustain his head and the heavy storm unraveling inside of it. His chest felt like it was sandwiched between two beds of thumbtacks.

Behind him, the younger's butterfly eyelids fluttered open, followed by a heavy sigh.

"Yuto.. Don't do this." He mumbled, sleepy and worn out. "Go to sleep"

Yuto involuntarily stiffened, as he expected the other to be asleep by now, the sound of his deep raspy voice startling him. Another resonant sigh.

"Go to sleep, baby.."

Yuto did not move but his heart did a triple flip in his cobweb-fragile ribcage. A glimmer of hope ignited inside and he spun around only to be met by Wooseok's doe eyes, weary and breathtaking, staring back at him in the orange-hued darkness. He gathered courage and channeled all of his concentration on stopping his hands from shaking so much.

"Okay." His voice, a mere whisper. "Then... scoot over."

Wooseok sighed heavily for the third time, but did not hesitate a second to lift the blanket up and welcome Yuto next to him. The Japanese boy did so steadily, still so afraid, as if a move too hasty, a touch too sudden and the younger will change his mind. Wooseok's warmth and closeness were comforting, but even those two inches of distance between them felt like a thousand miles for Yuto. He didn't stop his hands when they reached for Wooseok's shoulders, gently pulling him into his embrace and cradling him tenderly when Wooseok practically melted into him.

"Woo," Yuto already felt bad for keeping the younger up for so long, but he couldn't leave things the way they were. For the both of them.

"Hm.." He hummed through Yuto's shirt, secretly getting high on his perfume.

"I'm very scared."

A moment of silence.

"Yeah." The latter muttered. "It's not looking good."

"I didn't do it on purpose, Wooseok." Yuto tried again, hoping the younger will listen. "It was him. He came for me out of nowhere. He said.." Yuto swallowed drily, as If it hurt to continue speaking. "He said that I've caught his eye, that he took an interest in me. That he wants to see the lengths I'm willing to go..." Wooseok listened carefully with his eyes closed and ear against Yuto's heartbeat. "...but Woo, I'm not involved with him in any way."

His voice trembled with emotion, feeling strange and inexperienced in revealing so much of himself with words, honest words, that were not put into a song and sold to the public. Words that perhaps only Wooseok will hear, ever.

"He's not the one I have feelings for."

His arms were shaking around Wooseok's lean body. The younger perked up at Yuto's former statement.

"Who is the one you have feelings for?"

His voice reverberated through the Japanese boy like an earthquake. Wooseok broke free from the older's hold, only to hover above him, mere inches away from his trembling lips and frightened eyes. Yuto felt too frail, too weak. He couldn't be strong around Wooseok. He melted him down to a puddle. He made him trip on air, over his own feet. "Who is the one you have feelings for, Yuto?"