naked || woosan

17

-ˏˋ what would i do without you  ˊˎ

𓆩♡𓆪

i am the biggest dumbass to ever exist.

wooyoung groaned and leaned back in his hospital bed.

a mild sting bit at the skin just above his browbone, enough to be bothersome but not painful. the doctor had given him a painkiller when he arrived, then the four stitches he had put in didn't hurt quite as much.

he wished that he had a cool story to tell for the inevitable scar that would form where he had been wounded. but no... he was just a dumbass.

wooyoung had left his apartment early that day, trying to find something to do that could distract him from the horrible silence of his apartment. he decided on a nearby coffee shop that served peppermint lattes, then thought about watching a christmas movie to see if it might make him feel a little bit better.

the thing was... he never made it to the coffeeshop.

no, the minute the stepped out the door and onto the ice-covered sidewalks, his sneakers lost their traction with the surface and slipped out right from underneath him. there was a brief millisecond when he was just falling and then – crack. he blacked out.

the next thing wooyoung knew, he was lying in a hospital bed with a big gash across his forehead and a dull headache. he lost bit of blood initially but after the stitches were in, the doctor said he would be fine as long as he didn't touch them too much. he was discharged after an hour or so of monitoring.

on the way out of the er, wooyoung made his way through the waiting room. he didn't have anyone to pick him up there, which meant he would have to call an uber that he couldn't afford. he opened the app on his phone, but it was taking forever to load on the shitty hospital wi-fi.

the waiting room was pretty empty except for a couple of sad looking families and some guy in a black beanie sitting all alone. he was a bit hunched over, dejected but somehow familiar. wooyoung squinted at him. that sweater... it looked like the one-

the man suddenly shifted, his face coming into full view. their eyes locked together.

san.

wooyoung flinched at the sight of him. the look on his face was frightening, almost murderous. his jaw was clenched with tension and his eyebrows were lowered, casting a shadow down his face. but what scared wooyoung the most were his eyes. empty. joyless. like san wasn't in there at all.

wooyoung stumbled back, shocked by the man's darkened expression. he had never seen him look like that before.

but the look of pure rage began to dissolve once san recognized him.

"wooyoung..."

"san, what happened?" wooyoung rushed over to the empty seat next to him. his eyes scanned over the man's body for injuries but he found none that were visible. "are you hurt?"

"no... no, i'm fine," san replied in a strained tone, now softer eyes noticing the bandage on wooyoung's forehead. "are you hurt?"

"it's dumb," wooyoung shook his head, feeling embarrassed with himself. "i slipped on a patch of ice outside of my dorm and hit my head."

"what? wooyoung honestly-" san stared at him in disbelief. "you need to be more careful!"

"i know! it was an accident!"

"still..." san got quiet. "are you okay?"

wooyoung nodded softly. "i got a couple of stitches but the doctor said that i'm fine otherwise."