at your service [woosan]

twenty nine

San came home to found Wooyoung wasn't there and it was already past 1 am. Wooyoung didn't even told or texted him anything nor Yeosang, which made him worried. He was already relieved the meeting ended and he complete the paperwork but his head still throbs from all the stress. And now, he has to find Wooyoung.

He tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up. He better not be with Chan, San gripped his phone after the 10th time he tried to call Wooyoung.

Ever since he's busy with the work, Wooyoung repeatedly asked if he could go over to Chan's and even asked if he could sleepover. He didn't bother at first, but he was getting irritated for not spending time with Wooyoung. Then, Wooyoung didn't bother to ask permission from San anymore. He knew San will go home at 7pm everyday or will tell Wooyoung what time he'll come home so he just had to come before then.

Besides, I'm not a kid. San will understand ,Wooyoung thought. It was getting boring just to stay at home other than helping Yeosang with his chores.

San grabbed his coat and his car keys again. He rushed outside to get to his car. The only thing he knew where to check was the apartment. As he rushed down the stairs, bright light flashes into his eyes. There was a car incoming and he saw Wooyoung was inside.

San sighed in relief but he didn't seem to know who was the person driving. He doesn't look like your typical taxi driver or Yeosang. Chan.

Wooyoung got out of the car first and he was visibly shaking. He noticed it as well and his lips were dry. "San," Wooyoung's voice was dry and shaky as he approaches San.

"Woo, where were you?" San held Wooyoung in his arms, feeling a little relief. "Were you crying? Are you okay?"

"I-I'm okay. I was from the apartment." Wooyoung pushed San a little because he was getting suffocated from the small space.

"Why were you at the apartment?"

"Just...hanging out." Wooyoung didn't want to talk now. His head hurts.

"Hanging out?! You could've told me first !! I was worried when I found you weren't at home. Who were you with?"

Wooyoung stayed silent.

"Were you with Chan ?" San's voice suddenly becomes stern as he gazed at the car window.

"Yes."

"Oh my fucking god. And you didn't told me because??"

"You'll act like this."

"God, Wooyoung. Am I not enough ?"

"W-what?" Wooyoung was suprised of his conclusion.

"Is that why you didn't want to spend time with me ? you'll rather spend your time with Chan ?"

"San-"

"So you didn't bother telling me so you can have all the fun yourself ? I get it. You're just the fucking same as the rest. Get my fucking money and leave." San sighed and went back up to the front door.

"San, wait." When Wooyoung grabbed San's wrist to stop him, San aggressively pulled away and pulled Wooyoung to his face.

"Get out of my sight and don't even bother coming back here, slut." San threw Wooyoung to the side, making him fall hard on the ground as he hits his head. San was breathing hard and he was frozen at place.

Chan went out the car and rushed to help Wooyoung. He was worried if Wooyoung lost concious because he fell on the head but Wooyoung struggles to stand back up.

The side of his head was bleeding, Wooyoung's arm sprained and his head was buzzing. He wasn't sure he could stand up but Chan helped him with his other arm around his neck, then hold him at the waist for Wooyoung to help him stand up. Wooyoung didn't cry but he was shaking uncontrollably, his heart beating so fast. He looked up back to San.