MISSING, jongsang

25 ; home

"what was that?" wooyoung questioned as if he'd just witnessed the most bizarre interaction in his life. "you know san? how? a-and why did he seem so upset? what happened? did anyone- fuck, was it—"

"it's... complicated," yeosang shut down the hurdle of questions thrown at him. because, after all, what did you expect him to say? that he knew san because he stalked him, then continuously treated him like shit, before — topping it all off — accusing him of a crime? no thanks, yeosang would rather pass on that opportunity in a heartbeat.

"right." wooyoung nodded his head unsurely, chewing on his lip. "you don't... like him, or anything, do you?"

yeosang choked on his spit, coughing vigorously. "no, no! nothing like that, god..."

"ah... okay, then."

before the iffy conversation could proceed for any longer, headlights suddenly blinded their eyes, accompanied with a car horn. glancing up, yeosang recognised the small, squeaky-clean car instantly.

yeosang helped wooyoung to his feet, who winced slightly before marvelling. "woah, sannie has a car, now? how much have i missed?"

"a lot," yeosang muttered, swinging open the door to san's car and heaving wooyoung into the backseat. joining him, the elder didn't fail to notice the excitement vibrant in his best friend's eyes; meanwhile, san's head was glued to his lap, fingers picking at his nails, without sparing even a single glance at either of them.

"uh, san?" yeosang inquired.

"where do y'all wanna go? your place?" san mumbled, fidgeting uneasily.

yeosang caught sight of wooyoung's frown so, determined to fix what he'd ruined and reunite the two, he repeated, "san."

sculpted with ice, san's eyes flickered up to his rear view mirror. but all of a sudden, squinting in the darkness, his bewildered gaze softened severely upon deciphering the figure by yeosang's side. and all he did was stare blankly at wooyoung, for what felt like half of eternity due to the severity of the situation, before he carefully shifted towards the pair of best friends, cheeks stained with tears.

"w-what- no, no, no." san shook his head in denial. "yeosang... you- you did it. you actually- you—"

"sannie," wooyoung whined. "'s been forever and you give him more attention than me?"

even despite the fresh streak of tears that had joined his features, san breathed out a soft chuckle. his glossy eyes flickered in between both of wooyoung's, in sheer disbelief at the boy he was convinced he'd never see again. although san had imagined the day which wooyoung came back to him countless of times, he'd never thought it'd be as upsetting as it was, every cut and bruise scattered across the younger's flawlessly sculpted features tearing his heart into two.

"woo... i-i—" san sniffled loudly, wiping the damp splotches on his cheeks with the back of his hand. "you- you're hurt. th-they- they hurt you..."

"it's okay." wooyoung smiled ever so delicately amidst his bloody features; perhaps he'd gone mad. "you're worried, i know, but please don't cry, angel. i'll be okay... so don't cry, hm?"

at this point, wooyoung's hand had reached out to cup the side of san's jaw in its palm, thumb gently caressing away his tears. basking within the warmth, comfort and simply just the affection — for, in that moment, he vowed to never take it for granted again — san managed a short nod of his head, unable to spew out any words, only a quiet whimper leaving his lips.