Elysian - Woosan

Twenty five

SMASH!

Wooyoung jolted awake. He looked around the room in a surge of panic until his eyes landed on a hooded figure near the desk.

It was dark and Wooyoung started freaking out. He didn't even have any weapons with him at the moment.

"Who are you?" Wooyoung commanded in a surprisingly strong voice. The figure froze.

Wooyoung immediately turned on the lamp beside his bed and his eyes popped out of his sockets as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.

"San? What in the world-" He said, relief washing over him like waves on the shore.

San just stood there staring at him with wide eyes. Wooyoung's eyes trailed down to his hand that held a wine glass and the other one just raised limply in the air. There was broken bottle on the floor with red wine flowing in all directions.

"Um-" He started but didn't know what to say.

Wooyoung raised his eyes waiting for an explanation.
"Were you seriously trying to steal wine from your own room? At 2 in the morning?" Wooyoung questioned, eyes squinting in suspicion and amusement.

San chuckled nervously.
"Uh, maybe?" Wooyoung looked at him with a flat expression.

"I could not sleep, so I thought might as well drink some. And I didn't want to disturb you so I was going to drink it outside somewhere." He explained hurriedly, his neck matched the color of his hair.

Wooyoung couldn't help but think he looked sort of endearing at that moment.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He vaguely guessed the reason why San couldn't sleep was because of Yoohyeon but he pushed the thought aside. For now.

He knew that San had made a huge progress in these two weeks. He only caught him crying twice in the shadows of their room at night. He even smiled a little at the dinner table. But not at Wooyoung.

Never at Wooyoung.

But he could tell San was getting better. And some twisted part of his brain was almost proud at him. Wooyoung winced.

"You know you really didn't have to do that. It's your room afterall." He looked at him and tried not to think about how gorgeous San looked right then, with the yellow light of the lamp spilling on the side his face, accentuating his beautiful jaw and lips.

Wooyoung gulped, looking away.

"No, Wooyoung. It's our room. You only said that to me, remember?" San said with a hint of a smile. Wooyoung was taken aback but he managed to compose himself quite well.

Of course Wooyoung remembered. Their first night as a married couple. He shivered at the thought. He hoped San didn't notice that.

"Well yeah. But really, you can drink here it's alright."

San nodded after contemplating a bit. He moved his leg to stand properly and let out a pained yelp. Wooyoung snapped his neck at the sound.

"Ow." He heard San mutter under his breath. Wooyoung quickly rushed to his side and grimaced at the sight. San had stepped on the broken glass and blood was rushing out of his foot, mixing with the red wine.

"Hey, just come here. Sit on the chair. I'll get the bandages." Wooyoung suggested but San ignored him completely.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. He grabbed San by the arm and dragged him towards the nearest chair, gently pushing him into it.

Once San was seated, Wooyoung got the medicine kit and went back to him.

"Stay still," He scolded.

San was fidgeting impatiently as he watched Wooyoung take off his sock, wincing when Wooyoung applied antiseptic to the injury.