SING ME TO SLEEP, woosan

18

as san moves the younger's bags into the trunk, wooyoung wraps himself further into his arms, shivering in the passenger seat. his head falls onto the window beside him, and he gazes out into the grey sky.

the islands of clouds float above him, dull and stationary — it's only when wooyoung focuses on them long enough that he notices their movement, slow but somehow mesmerising. he can't tell how it adds up but it makes him miss dance more than he ever has, only adding an extra pile of ashes onto his misery.

followed with the faint breeze of the wind, the door to the driver's seat is pulled open. wooyoung sits upright at the shuffling by his side, his feet meeting the ground and his head tilting back to its original position.

san chuckles. "if you're more comfortable like that, then it's alright, y'know? do wear your belt, though, i wouldn't wanna get into trouble." wooyoung turns pink, slightly embarrassed, before doing as he was asked. san's next words startle him just a little, "you're cold."

"huh?"

"you're cold — i can see you shivering." san slips his jacket off from his shoulders, and wooyoung's eyes widen.

"wait, you don't need to do tha—"

"but i want to, woo, relax," san attempts softly.

almost as if hypnotised into a trance, wooyoung's voice quietens, too. "but you'll get cold, as well, sannie... w-what's the point in that, then?"

san pauses. wooyoung catches the glimpse of a dimple lifting his cheek for a split second, before he says, and much firmer this time, "i'm wearing more layers than you, though, aren't i? so that doesn't matter." closer, now, san carefully drapes the neck of his jacket around wooyoung's shoulders, who only has the heart to silently let him. "there. was it that hard for you to listen?"

"shut up," wooyoung mutters, gaze fixed outside of the window, yet he wouldn't even be able to tell you the colour of the car nearest to them.

"not possible." the engine starting to rumble, something in san's voice switches. "let me know if you need me to slow down, or stop, yeah?"

wooyoung looks at san, the side of his face focused as he concentrates on the road ahead. "yeah. yeah, okay... thank you, by the way." pressing his lips together, the eyes that momentarily flicker in his direction causes wooyoung to turn away. "for... doing all of this."

the engine of the car stops as they meet a red light. "it's no problem. you weren't doing your best, so you needed someone, and that's okay. i'll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it, woo. i promise you it's okay."

it was as if san can read wooyoung's mind. just being here, in san's car, heading to san's place, wasting san's time — it makes him feel so guilty, like he shouldn't have bothered the elder to begin with. but even despite that, he's so glad he did, regardless of how much he struggles to express it.

"i know," wooyoung says quietly. "sometimes i forget and i-i feel like i can't... but i know that now."

"good. that's so good, y'know, that you're learning to realise that."

wooyoung laughs under his breath. "you're corny."

scoffing, san sends him a quick glare. "and you're a bitch."

"i wouldn't be jung wooyoung without it, so." wooyoung shrugs his shoulders.

"the urge i have to send you back home right now, you have no idea." san sighs exaggeratedly. "i can't believe i'm lending you my dorm for the night."