SING ME TO SLEEP, woosan

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midday inching closer, the blinding glisten of the sun begins to peek through the grey shades of clouds blanketing the sky. perched upon the backseat of kevin's car, wooyoung's knee bounces up and down out of almost hysteric anticipation as they pull up into an empty spot by the airport. 

glancing at wooyoung through his rear view mirror, kevin chuckles. "you look like a ticking bomb, woo, relax."

"you must be the land's greatest psychic then, because i feel like a fucking ticking bomb," wooyoung mutters, and exhales a deep breath. then, he looks down at his phone gripped between his fingers — again. but there's nothing, nothing from san. just how it's been for the past three hours. "he's supposed to be landing in a few."

"and chances are, he will," kevin assures orderly. "didn't you say this is his first time on a plane? he's probably mortified, give him a few minutes."

"yeah." wooyoung types something into his cellphone at the speed of light, pressing send without a second thought. he looks back up at kevin. "yeah, you're right."

thumb finding the lever of his seatbelt, a click sounds as it unravels from wooyoung's body. carefully placing the bag of unopened bagels to his side, he shuffles forward in his seat. the sight beyond the vehicle is easier to make out now; wooyoung can't help himself when his gaze forages for a head of raven and turquoise within the circles of beings, their expressions either full with joy or drained of emotion.

"hm. what hair does singer boy have?" kevin asks out of the blue. "'cause i swear he's poisoned his scalp, like, three times since the last time we saw each other."

wooyoung laughs, before he answers enthusiastically, "sannie's a pie chart right now!"

"a... pie chart?"

"a pie chart!" exuberant, wooyoung gushes. "fucking hell, it's so pretty, kev, your eyes are going to pop out of your skull once you see him! like, an eighth of his head is a... turquoise? fuck it, i don't know my colours, but the rest is black and just— oh my god, there's no way he's real."

"so he'd be recognisable in an airport mob is what you're getting at," kevin concludes, with a nod of his head. "got it."

"pretty much." a sigh drawn from the corners of his lips, wooyoung's eyes fall to his phone once again. they subdue disappointedly at the absence of a notification, before tediously drifting off towards the grey tarmac outside the pane of glass by his right.

wooyoung really hopes this doesn't categorise him as a pervert or anything of the such, but, involuntarily, a young pair cuddled up in each other's arms tugs at his attention. they appear to be romantically involved with one another, grinning like dumbstruck fools, the way the taller holds the other's face in between their hands reminding wooyoung — too much — of san. he looks away,

just then, like destiny is finally on his side, the phone clutched tightly within his palm vibrates.

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me
maybe i memorised incorrectly but you're supposed to be landing now aren't u??
8 mins ago

sannie :33
oh my fucking god.
i think i just experienced the most terrifying moment of my whole life