Purple - WooSan ✔︎

Chapter 6

San helped Wooyoung into the vehicle and buckled on the seatbelt for him. He took off his suit jacket and placed it over the male’s front before heading to the driver's seat.

They were quiet. Extremely quiet. Yongbok didn't know what was going on but he remained quiet and didn’t question anything.

They arrived at Wooyoung's apartment and Yongbok stuck his head out the window, hugging the male before letting him go. San just watched from the driver’s seat and smiled at Wooyoung warmly.

The purple-haired male accidentally took San's jacket with him but he didn't mind and just let him go. Hopefully, he'd get it back sometime soon.

Wooyoung quickly opened his front door, not bothering to take off his shoes, and headed straight for his head with Sans jacket clutched tightly to his chest. He dropped face-first onto his small bed and began to let hot tears fall out.

"Fuck. I'm so weak," he cried into his pillow. "I thought I was healing."

He cried and cried, his body getting tired from sobbing but he didn’t stop. He wanted all the pain out.

He lay in bed, face down with his feet hanging off the edge and fully clothed. He had no plans on removing any clothing articles and fell asleep just as how he arrived. He had a deep sleep and because of that, he never woke up in time for work and his alarm didn't go off since his phone died sometime throughout the night.

._._.

San allowed himself through the front door in the morning after dropping Yongbok at school and looked around the pitiful place. It was fully barren. Hardly any furniture besides the table and two chairs that came in the apartment and that was about it. It didn't look like anyone lived there and he would have thought he was in the wrong place if he hadn't seen some plates in a drying rack.

San walked to the bedroom and felt a pain in his chest when he saw a fully clothed Wooyoung face down and asleep on the bed with his jacket hugged tightly under him. It was obvious the younger had no energy the night before and simply fell asleep in full attire.

"I'm sorry Woo but I have to wake you up," San whispered into the quiet room.

San sat beside the purple-haired male and gently ran his fingers through his hair to wake him up. It seemed to be working and the male began to stir. But instead of calmly waking up, Wooyoung let out a scream and fell to the ground.

San quickly got off the bed and sat beside Wooyoung on the floor, helping him to sit and placed him between his legs so his back could rest against the tallers chest.

"It’s okay," San soothed. "It's just me."

Wooyoung let tears pool out of his eyes and he wiped them away bitterly. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to feel disgusted, he didn't want to stay hurt all his life.

"Sannie?" Wooyoung choked out.

"Hmm?"

"Can I have a day off today? I can't handle this. I'm sorry but I think I'll pass out if I work today," he sobbed, coughing a little bit.

"Don't apologize. I don't know why you’re hurting but I can tell it’s something big and I know it takes time to recover after hurt. Take today off and if you're feeling better tomorrow, then go to work but if you don't, then stay home as well," San reassured, leaning against the bed with his hands rubbing Wooyoung's chest and stomach.

"I'm sick and tired of it. I'm sick of this shit and I’m sick of being a fuck up. San, if I disappear, don't be concerned. Tell Yongbok I love him very much and he made my days exciting. Thank you for being so kind and for being the one person I felt I could trust but I think you should go," Wooyoung cried. "It's been too long. I can’t handle it."