Second Chances | 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗

where is the love?

you know that feeling, where you think everything in your life couldn't possibly get any better? you've found somebody to love, you've found an amazing job, you have friends who love and care for you? until it all comes crashing down, almost as fast as a house made of cards? so fragile and easy to destroy, that you wonder if it was already doomed from the moment you laid eyes upon it?'

that's what san currently felt. almost every bone in his body was screaming at him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind telling him danger, danger approaching. yet he couldn't figure out where it could be coming from.

it's been about a two months since they returned from their school trip. to him, it couldn't have been any more perfect. he spent every waking moment with his hyungs or wooyoung, heading to so many different attractions he couldn't name them all. in short, he had the time of his life. so why did everything feel so....off once they stepped off the plane, almost as if he were stepping foot into the eye of the storm?

that had been a month and a half ago, and those feelings only got stronger as time went on, yet he simply shoved it to the back of his mind, plastering on a smile. he chalked it up to his previously failed relationships; giving him anxiety; he and wooyoung were nearing 12 months together, which was a rare occurrence in itself for san. most of his boyfriends broke up with him at the 5-month mark, so yeah. anxiety. that's what it was. it was like waiting for the other shoe to drop; you never know when it's gonna happen, and that set his nerves on fire, the hairs on the back of his arms standing up.

it was still summer, the last two weeks before school started. he should be enjoying it, not stressing over when his boyfriend is just gonna finally drop the bomb of "hey I think you're cool and everything, but this isn't working out anymore. we should see other people." he knew it was coming. it had to be coming, right? otherwise, wooyoung genuinely liked him, and he was just an anxiety-ridden mess for nothing. so yeah, his mind deduced, it would happen at some point.

☆。*。☆。

the first time wooyoung felt like he wanted to break up with san was the week after they returned from la. the two had just finished a rather intense session, cuddled up in wooyoung's bed, san resting against his chest. as he let his eyes skim over the younger's appearance, he didn't feel that same spark he usually felt just by looking at him, when they first got together.

don't get him wrong, san was a very beautiful boy. from his soft bambi eyes that held pure innocence, to his somehow sharp but soft jawline. rosy lips and rosy cheeks resting upon high cheekbones, and a smile so bright it could put a flashlight to shame, accompanied by two adorable craters in his cheeks. soft beauty marks and blemishes that covered his face only enhanced his beautiful features, and wooyoung would never deny san's attractiveness; it would be a sin to do so.

if it wasn't physical, then what was it? wooyoung simply shrugged it off, although his slight moving caused the younger boy to stir, eyes slowly opening to land on his boyfriend, a small pout making way onto his lips.

"wooyoungie, 'm cold, cuddle me..." and although he usually loved to hear that voice, would melt into a puddle, wooyoung felt nothing. "'s okay, san. go back to sleep." as he planted a kiss upon the boy's forehead and wrapped his arms tighter around him, wooyoung couldn't help but fall victim to his thoughts: am I getting tired of san?

☆。*。☆。

the second time was less subtle to wooyoung. he and san had been relaxing at the youngers' house, a random drama playing on the tv. well, random for san. he was busy writing something while wooyoung was intensely focused on the show.