𝙼𝚢 𝚄𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 | 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

~What Used to Be~ pt.1

TW/: this one just a little heavy so proceed with caution (it has a good ending tho)

The rain had cleared up now, slow trickles of water still trailing down the car door window San was looking through.

He didn't know why he was here, he knew he shouldn't have been, not after what happened last time. He didn't even recall how he ended up on this side of town in the first place. All that was needed, was to clear his head, and a drive in the dark of the one in the morning night seemed like it would've done it for him.

But he wish he had never came.

He wish he didn't walk out of the door that led away from the comforts and familiarity of his home. Because if he hadn't, he wouldn't be watching him, worrying for his safety. He remembered when he had laid eyes on him. It was the first time in four years, and it had only happened two days ago.

Initially, he figured that his eyes were just trying to make a mockery out of him, like his mind was ever since he disappeared without a trace. That time left him muddled, his brain a scrambled mess. It never made sense to him, and it felt like idiocy whenever he tried to make sense of it himself. But that used to be somebody he considered as more than special, somewhere further than 'best friends' could ever take you.

The gears always visibly turning in his head when he had an idea he was proud of, the mouth and eye smile he would have when he spoke of something that truly interested him; and it was never fake, you couldn't fake that smile even if you tried. The same person that was going to have a bright future, anybody would've put their money on it.

So, what the hell was he doing on the corner infamously known for prostitution?

San didn't know.

His thoughts broke, a sudden urgent, yet soft knock coming from the outside of the window. The realization of him just staring blankly out of it didn't hit him, if it had, he would've saw him approaching his car. And with hesitation, he rolled down the window.

"I thought I told you to stop showing up here San."

There wasn't any thinking, only knowing. San knew he wasn't supposed to be there, but that didn't stop his legs from guiding him out of his home and to his car, somehow making his way to the curb he was presently parked at. But that should've been enough reason. It would've been for anybody else.

"Wooy-" San disrupted his words when the other gave him a warning looked, eyes being narrowed in expectancy. "Treasure..."

That's all San could say. He had his flaws, being good with words not being one of them. But ever since he's seen Treasure again, words had been so hard for him to articulate into coherent sentences. Substantially, when his thoughts were incoherent as well.

The younger male sighed at the almost silence that was shared between him and his, once, best friend. There was slight chatter from the others who were just like him, probably wondering what he was doing. They wouldn't know any better. They probably assumed that he was just trying to get money out of him. Especially since it would appear that the older was 'crawling back for more' after a previous night of fun.

"Why San..why did you come back?"

San couldn't stand those piercing brown eyes burning into his. They weren't comforting how they once were, and there was nothing for San except feeling like a bother. But deep down, probably more surface level than he allowed himself to feel, he really didn't care if he came off as a nuisance. All the time he had been wondering where Wooyoung disappeared to without any forewarning, and it was here.