Second Chances | 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

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it had been two hours. two hours since somebody had almost run into the two lovers, two hours since san had said anything, too wrapped up in the reels playing back in his mind.

wooyoung had called seonghwa and hongjoong, who had been waiting for the two of them when they returned to the house. with, much difficulty, they had gotten san unbuckled and into the house, but he now just remained frozen in his spot on the couch and hadn't moved for hours. not when he was offered ice cream, juice, milk tea, meat. seonghwa even tried using carrots as a way to make him snap out of his trance, just to rant about how yuck they were. yet, nothing worked.

"what the fuck happened wooyoung? did you do something to him? nobody just freezes randomly." seonghwa didn't mean to blame wooyoung, yet he couldn't help it. san felt like his own child, so to not know what was wrong with him, he just didn't understand what was happeneing.

"i didn't do anything! i swear. we were driving to get ice cream, and some dickhead ran a red light, so i had to stop the car quickly-shit." there he was. big brained woo had some idea of what was happening, at least he presumed he did. without uttering another word, he called the one person that might be able to help.

not even twenty minutes later, sangsoo entered the house, crouching in front of san, worry yet relief filling his eyes. "okay. guys, this might seem weird, but i promise he's fin-" at his fathers voice, san seemed to break out of his trance, his doe eyes filled with unshed tears, gasping and panting loudly, clutching his chest.

as if on queue, his father immediately grabbed his hands, rubbing the backs of them slowly, in hopes to calm his agitated son. "hey...hey sannie...it's your dad. you're alright, okay? nobody's going to hurt you...just breathe..." and while his fathers voice would have normally broken him out of this, san just breathed heavier, his face slowly turning red. seonghwa couldn't help the tears that prickled his eyes as he tore his eyes away from his friend, never having experienced san in this headspace, and only hurting more at the pained expression growing on his face.

wooyoung decided to give it a try, softy taking san's hands into his. "hey, angel face...can you hear me?" everyone watched as san visibly relaxed, his breathing momentarily slowing down as he still hiccuped, his tears now raindrops on his puffy skin. "baby i don't know if you can hear me unless you speak...and for you to speak you have to slow down and breathe okay? can you breathe for me?" at first he was hesitant, thinking he wouldn't be helpful to san at all in this situation, until he heard them. the little intakes of air as he attempted to slow down, as he listened to the even breathing of the man in front of him as well as next to him, feeling seonghwa's warmth around him.

"can you open your eyes for me pretty?" he kept his hands on san's, nobody wanting to startle the small boy before them, before two eyes blinked opened, staring up at wooyoung, and relaxing completely. he let his eyes shift to his father, as well as his two best friends before he sniffled once again. "i-i'm sorry..."

wooyoung shuffled to the side, allowing san to fall into his fathers grasp, not missing the tears that rolled down the older man's face as well, hearing the pain in his son's voice. he knew what san was apologizing for, yet he didn't need to.

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the smell of freshly cooked bacon, eggs and pancakes filled the noses of the four boys occupying the house, all spread out on the couch, cuddled up together.

they had listened to san all night, letting him take as much time as needed to get his thoughts across, nobody daring to rush him. it had taken a toll on him, because soon after he'd explained what happened to them, he fell asleep against wooyoung's chest, his arms wrapped around seonghwa's arms, the rest of the boys passed out as well.