on pieces of dyed rays | woosan

Chapter Sixteen

Wooyoung wakes up in the middle of the night, curled up in a blanket on his only couch—or more precisely a seat he ripped off the Mercedes-Benz that was in the junkyard. It's stupid, but Wooyoung feels proud of this probably most expensive material he possesses.

His body aches from sleeping in a sitting position, but his heat seemed to diminish a little. Hongjoong and Jongho would get mad at him for not resting on bed, but he didn't have enough strength to change the soaked sheets. He grabs the phone that is resting next to him, and sees a worried text from Hongjoong because of course, Jongho would tell him. It comes along with things of 'do nots' that Wooyoung had already broken a few. He decides he'll reply to that later when the world is more bright and he's more sane, and proceeds to the next unread text. It's San. Looking at the time sent, he must've texted before the usual time he'd go to Wonderland.

San

Hey

Are you coming today?

Wooyoung

I don't think so

Wooyoung doesn't know why, but he sends the reply at the hell hour of the night closing to dawn, knowing it's too late for it and also that San wouldn't see it for several hours later, until his phone buzzes a few minutes later.

San

I figured

What are you up to this late?

Wooyoung

I could say the same to you

I'm busy being a lethal weapon

San

A weapon

Wooyoung

I'm sick. It happens once in a blue moon. It's probably a bad omen so brace yourself

He wonders why he even tells him while he isn't looking for a pity comment, which he absolutely hates.

San

I'm sorry to hear that

I guess the bad omen was for me not being able to see you tonight

Wooyoung huffs at the cheesiest line he's seen in a while. How does San do this? What for? Does he treat all his hookups like this? Then again, Wooyoung isn't the one to text his hookups past three in the morning either.

Wooyoung

Duh, that's THE reason you didn't get to see me

Wooyoung realises then, that he sounds as if he's sure to have met San if he didn't fall sick. He roams his eyes mindlessly in his empty room for a while and concludes, yeah, he had been dry for days.

Wooyoung

You know you're wasting your time flirting with me.

We've fucked already, so what's the point?

San

Doesn't make me lose my motivation

I just miss you

He scoffs at how awfully cheesy that sounds. Not even Hongjoong or Jongho would tell him so, even if he goes MIA for a week. He decides to ignore it, and also tries to ignore the thump in his chest.

Wooyoung

I'm fucking bored tho

How's your painting going?

San

I'm only halfway done

Wooyoung

Show me

San

Um

Okay, wait

Wooyoung puts his phone down briefly and stares ahead at his dark, navy room and at the flickering light on his floor. He's never turned his light on since he woke up sick, and the only source of light is brought from the faux window slit, which he never bothered to put a curtain on since he moved in. Someone in his neighbourhood needs to change their outdoor lamp.

His phone buzzes, and when he flips it open, he sees three silhouettes in the middle of white canvas, painted with teal green. The human-like figures are all thin, but one in the middle is visibly shorter than the ones on his sides.

Wooyoung thinks the silhouette is smiling.