Sweet tooth-Woosan

Part 11

Chapter 11

The next morning was rough for both of them. Wooyoung had a splitting headache and struggled to stay awake throughout the day at school. Meanwhile, San was a nervous wreck, dreading the moment when Wooyoung would confront him about the kiss. The hours dragged on, with the two of them sharing a few classes, but Wooyoung spent most of the time asleep. Whenever he stirred, San would gently nudge him, warning him about the teacher.

San was torn—he didn't want to bring up the kiss if Wooyoung didn't remember it. But Wooyoung, on the other hand, was doing his best to act like everything was normal, even though he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.

When Wooyoung woke up from his nap, he found himself alone in class. No San in sight. He felt a pang of disappointment. Did San leave after the kiss? No explanation? Maybe it was all a mistake. Is that why he took so long in the washroom? Wooyoung couldn't help but wonder. All he wanted was clarity, to talk things through with San.

"Hey, Woo. Can we talk after school?" San's voice came through just then.

"Oh, sure. Where should I meet you? In the parking lot?"

"Yeah, we can meet there after the last class." San gave a small smile before the teacher entered the room.

Later that afternoon, San excused himself to the washroom while Wooyoung waited in the parking lot.

As San walked towards him, his mind was racing. He had rehearsed a dozen ways to ask Wooyoung about the kiss, to find out what it meant, and if it was something they both wanted. He was nervous, but he had made up his mind—he was going to be straightforward. He needed to know if Wooyoung felt the same.

As he neared Wooyoung, he saw him on the phone. Wooyoung's face was lit with excitement at first, but then it shifted. His expression darkened, and his eyes began to tear up. San's heart sank, and he instinctively wanted to rush over to him, comfort him, and tell him everything would be okay.

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Take care, Mom. Be safe." Wooyoung's voice was shaky, and he wiped a tear from his cheek.

San approached, concern written all over his face. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Wooyoung looked at him, his voice trembling. "My parents... they were in a car accident. My mom is fine, but they said my dad needs surgery. I—I need to go. I'm flying to Paris today. Tell the others... I'm going."

San's heart tightened. "Let me drive you. I don't think you're in the right condition to drive yourself."

Wooyoung nodded, gratefully allowing San to take control. The drive to Wooyoung's house was filled with an overwhelming silence, both of them carrying emotions they couldn't yet address.

Wooyoung packed his things in a hurry, grabbing whatever he could and throwing it into a suitcase. It was clear that his mind was elsewhere. "I'll text you when I can," Wooyoung said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I have to go... take care of yourself, San."

"Don't worry, I'll tell the others," San reassured him, his voice steady despite the lump in his throat. "Take care of yourself, Wooyoung. Everything will be okay. I'm sure of it."

They hugged tightly, each afraid to let go, as if fearing that they might never see each other again. San pulled away first, giving Wooyoung a sad smile as he watched him leave.

Later in Paris...

Wooyoung sat in a sterile hospital waiting room with his mother, feeling a deep sense of helplessness. He tried to stay strong for her, for his father, and for himself. The hours dragged on until finally, the doctor arrived.

"Is he okay, Doctor Kim?" Wooyoung's mother asked, her voice breaking with emotion.

"He's alive," Dr. Kim said, his tone professional but somber. "But he's in a coma. We don't know when he'll wake up. Just be strong for him, and be there when he does."

Wooyoung's mother collapsed into his arms, crying uncontrollably. Wooyoung, too, felt his emotions threatening to break through, but he held it together. His father, the man who had always been his strength, was now fighting for his life, and Wooyoung needed to be strong for him.

A Week Later...

Wooyoung had settled into life in Paris. His father had come here to open a new business branch, and now that he was in a coma, Wooyoung felt obligated to take over his father's responsibilities. He studied hard, trying to stay on top of the work until his father recovered.

Though Wooyoung kept in touch with San and the others through text messages, it was clear that something had shifted. Everyone could tell that Wooyoung had changed over the past week. And San... San was struggling with the fact that Wooyoung was no longer around.

San had finally come to terms with his feelings for Wooyoung. He realized how much he truly cared for him, not just as a friend, but as someone who could complete him. His heart ached, wishing that Wooyoung would return soon. He longed to confess to him, to make things right. But for now, he couldn't help but wonder what the future would hold. Maybe time would tell.

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