here's some fluffy woosan to cleanse ur eyes after that shitshow i call woosan smut
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:san
:hey san
:CHOI SAN
for fucks sake wooyoung:
it's literally 4 am:
:exactly!!
:come to ur window
san, who just got out of bed, walked to his window with droopy eyes. he looked out, seeing that there was nothing strange or abnormal, so he glanced back down at his phone to see an unread message from his best friend.
:look down u dumb ass
so san did just that. he looked down and felt himself grinning. wooyoung, who was looking stunning like always (but who looks good at 4am? jung wooyoung, apparently), was standing there, waving his arms stupidly over his head as he tried to get san's attention. san laughed, shaking his head and texting him.
tell me where we're going then i'll come down:
:no
:that's no fun
:just come down bestie
san grabbed a jacket — it was early february, after all — and opened the window, grinning at wooyoung who gave him a thumbs up. it was always their plan to escape their homes like this. both of their rooms were on the second floor of their house so it'll require them some skills to get out of it at night or when they don't want their parents to know they're out. and that's when the two's friendship came into action. the two helped each other build a makeshift ladder next to their window which was easy to miss but also sturdy enough for them to climb down safely.
and san was now climbing down the said ladder. san landed next to wooyoung and glanced at the younger boy, "any reason why you want me out at 4 fucking am?"
wooyoung chuckled, "i can't sleep."
"you should deal with your insomnia alone," san groaned, rubbing his palm around his face to try and get himself to feel energised and ready for the day. he definitely was not. "don't drag me into this."
it was true; wooyoung had insomnia. wooyoung had had insomnia ever since he was ten and even though it had been six years since he was diagnosed with it, there was still no one that could tell him for sure why he has insomnia. two therapists said it was because stress from school — which was bullshit because one, jung wooyoung hands in every single thing on time and does the best in the entire school and two, he just generally doesn't give a shit about school —, one said it was because of his father's leave from the family, another said it was just because wooyoung had a shit sleeping schedule, which san scoffed but agreed at that.
"shut up," wooyoung muttered, bumping san's shoulder with his own, "you're my best friend. you have to tag along in these adventures i do every once in a while."
san snickered, "adventures, my ass. where are we going tonight, kind sir? top of the hill? 24-hours operating diner? or are we going to the junkyard for some treasure hunt?"
wooyoung laughed, and he didn't care if anyone could hear him. it didn't matter to him at all that people might be hating on him because he was laughing too loud. wooyoung was known for his hyena-like laugh, and that had received quite a bit of mixed reviews. but san — and the rest of his friends — were the rare ones that loved it. that smiled at it because they knew wooyoung was genuinely enjoying himself if he let his hyena-like laugh out. and that made them happy, made them feel comforted that the one that suffered the most was smiling and having fun with them.
