Homeless Rose | Woosan

Eleven

It was so loud.

Wooyoung wasn't aware that the bed was right next to the window. The slightly open one that San forgot to lock.

Within seconds, the startled boy jumped out of the bed to make his way to the door.

But he tripped halfway due to the sweatpants that were longer than his legs.

Damn these big clothes.

He settled on the ground, taking a moment to breathe.

He was going to calm down, but thunder came again.

"San!!"

The call was so loud and quick that he surprised himself.

'Why did I call for him?!'

He scolded himself, but it was too late.

And before he could regret his action, the loud thunder made him do it again.

"San!"

This time he was in tears.

He was desperate to feel any form of safety.

San jumped off the couch when he heard his name, hurrying up to the bedroom.
"Wooyoung...?" He pressed his ear to the locked door.

His eyes widened when he heard a muffled sob

"Wooyoung! Are you okay?"

Although San didn't receive an answer, the crying was enough to make him try to break the door.

"Open up!"

San cursed as he turned the doorknob repeatedly but to no avail.

He then tried to push the door with his shoulder and kick it with his leg.

As expected, nothing worked.

Wooyoung could hear all of that, but he was too scared to move.

He felt like thunder was a dark monster surrounding him and filling up the small room.

He couldn't understand that it's just a sound.

He eventually forced himself to crawl forward, touching the ground then the air in front of him so he could finally reach the door. When his hand finally came in contact with a wooden door, he quickly unlocked it with shaking hands hidden under overly long sleeves.

San quickly but carefully opened the door, afraid he would hit the other behind it.

"Wooyoung..." He knelt down on the floor where the other was sitting. "I'm here." He carefully put his hands on his shoulders, afraid to make him uncomfortable with sudden physical contact.

But to his surprise, Wooyoung threw himself into his arms, burying his face into his chest and crying against it.

San quickly reacted and hugged him tightly, placing one hand behind his head and the other around his body, letting him know that everything is fine, that he is safe and protected.

"It's okay...you're okay..." he rubbed Wooyoung's  back soothingly as he clung to him.

A brilliant idea came to San as the other kept crying with the loud sound of thunder.

"Hey...listen, I'll be right back, okay?"

Wooyoung quickly shook his head. "Don't...don't leave me please..."

"I'm not leaving, I'll be right back, I promise."

San slowly pulled back, struggling a little to release his shirt from the other's tight grip.

He ran to the bedside drawer and searched for his earphones, smiling when he finally found them. He then ran out to the sofa he was laying on and grabbed his phone.

"I'm back." San announced and helped Wooyoung to his feet. "Come with me."

"You're back..." the blind boy sniffled, clinging to the other again.

They both sat down on the bed, glued to each other.

Wooyoung squirmed when San tried putting the earphones in his ears, but eventually gave in.

"Just wait, okay?" San assured and played soft music with a loud volume, making the other flinch and tense at first, but he quickly relaxed when he realized he couldn't hear thunder anymore.

San smiled and gently pulled him against his chest. He still wanted to make him feel safe, so he wrapped his arms around him protectively and pulled the blanket over them.

Wooyoung immediately relaxed, closing his eyes and drifting off to a deep sleep.

.

Wooyoung woke up the next morning, taking a moment to process where he was and why was it so soft and warm.

The breathing pillow underneath him didn't move, so he must have been still sleeping.

He thought he should move off him, but it was too comfortable.

But what if San wakes up suddenly and finds him still laying in his arms, he would think he's enjoying it.

Which he was, but San didn't have to know.

He would misunderstand him.

So should he move? Then he would wake San up and he didn't want that either.

While Wooyoung was busy overthinking his morning, San started moving.

"Good morning..." San yawned.

Wooyoung quickly moved off him and crawled away. "Morning..."

San smiled. "Did you sleep well?"

Wooyoung gulped. "I-I should go...thank-"

San gently held his wrist. "Where?"

"Out...I can't stay another night."

"Why not?"

Wooyoung frowned. "Because this isn't my home."

"It's still really wet outside...the rain hasn't completely stopped...you can stay here until the roads are dry, okay?"

"But-"

"Please."

Wooyoung sighed. "Okay..."

San smiled. "I'll go make breakfast." He got up, but felt a hand grab his wrist and stop him.

"I'm sorry...for last night..."

San turned around, smiling to himself. "Please...don't apologize..."

"Still...thank you..."

"I'm here for you...whenever you need me."
San said, softly and genuinely.

Wooyoung's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't sure why, or what it meant, but it made him nervous and speechless.

"Now let me go make breakfast." San smiled, watching the other slowly let go.

.

They both ate in silence, San stealing long glances of the other, guiltily taking advantage of his blindness.

"That was really delicious, thank you."

"You're welcome...I can bring you over to eat with me whenever you like."

Wooyoung cleared his throat. "I've never experienced being at a home before...I mean...I must have...but I don't remember, so...um...it's really nice..."

San smiled happily. "You can consider it your home..."

Wooyoung bit his lip. "Thank you..."

"Stop thanking me, it's nothing." San got up and picked up the dirty dishes.

Not wanting to feel useless, Wooyoung also got up and carefully picked up his plate and glass, slowly making his way to the sink.

Which he didn't know where it was.

He took two steps before tripping over the rug in the middle.

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A/N: I'm so sorry :')