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Wooyoung so desperately wanted to remember, he wanted to remember what had happened the night before; he wanted to remember the males face. But all that came to mind was the mans unforgettable eyes, the eyes that he only saw once, the eyes that were so well hidden by the mans dark hair that hung over his face.
The boy shook his head, a head ache was still tormenting him. If he could afford to take the day off he would, he wouldn't move from the comfort of his room. Yunho was kind to him today, throwing him subtle sympathetic looks, anyone with vision could tell that wooyoung had a nasty hangover and a bad night.
He typed away at his computer, but he was not thinking about work; he was thinking about the dark haired male, who saved his life.
That was the one thing he remembered, almost losing his life because of his drunk stupidity. And he also remembered the desperate scream from the male. He remembered how he had held onto his wrist so tightly. He remembered, as the male stared down at him, his eyes were filled with worry.
That was a look wooyoung hadn't gotten in a while, a look of worry. A look of care.
It had been so long since someone looked at him like that, genuinely. He feels so stupid for not remembering the rest, because god did he want to hold on to that interaction for as long as he could. So he could dwell on it when times were bad. So he could think about those caring eyes when life was at its hardest.
And then there was a tap on his shoulder, suddenly reminding him of the dark haired male. He turned expectantly.
He looked at the boy in front of him, a disappointed look painting his face. Yunho smiled sheepishly. "listen, wooyoung." he started, tearing his eyes away from the boy in front of him. "i've been worried about you and..." he hesitated. "your boyfriend and your mom, i know it's taken a toll on you" he continued. Wooyoung stiffened at the mention of his mother, eyes casting down in sadness.
"so....i did something" yunho trailed off.
Wooyoung raised his gaze again, eyebrows raised in curiosity. Yunho didn't continue, only looking at wooyoung as if he was studying his mood, like he was scared to tell him something.
"what?" wooyoung spoke, urging the older to go on. Yunho sighed, "i got you a therapist, just for someone to talk to!!" he rushed out.
Yunho was merely a coworker, so why did he take the time? Wooyoung didn't know.
Wooyoung stared blankly, "why" he whispered. He blinked repeatedly, eyes feeling hot."i-i don't need one, i'm fine?" he insisted, swallowing roughly. "it's tomorrow, 10 am. I'll send the location." yunho stated, walking away from wooyoung with haste.
Wooyoung watched as the boy walked away, sniffling. He shook his head, "i don't need a fucking therapist." he muttered, voice laced with venom. "i don't need a fucking therapist, i'm fine." he spoke lowly.
