Homeless Rose | Woosan

Thirty One

"Are you expecting anyone?"

"No..."

"Then go get it, it seems urgent."

"No!"

Wooyoung flinched. "Why not...?"

"I'm not getting it! Leave it."

"It could be something important...they're ringing nonstop."

"I don't care, ignore it." San spoke in a rush, cracking his fingers as he tried to stay calm.

"San...what's wrong?"

"Nothing! Why do you think something is wrong?"

"Because clearly something is wrong."

"I'm fine."

"Then open the door!"

San felt like crying, he didn't want that dream to come true, but he couldn't ignore it more and be suspicious to Wooyoung. "Alright...but you stay here."

He made his way to the door, wishing and praying that it's just a delivery or someone mistaken the apartment.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"What took you so long!" Yunho complained.

San let out a heavy relived sigh. "Couldn't you have called?!"

"You forgot your phone at my place you idiot."

San put his hand over his chest. "Thank you...I thought it was my dream coming true..."

"San...your dream is not coming true, it doesn't make sense."

"It doesn't make sense that I survived getting hit by a truck just because I wore my boyfriend's necklace, it doesn't make sense that I found an amnesiac boy who's identical to my boyfriend, life doesn't make sense Yunho."

Yunho sighed. "Anyways, me and the boys are gonna start searching hospitals tomorrow."

San nodded. "Yeah...thank you.."

"San...you don't have to go through all of this."

"Yes, I do...and I need to make sure I don't have to stand between the two."

"Even if that happens...Wooyoung wouldn't be mad at you, you know that, right?

San looked into Yunho's eyes with sad ones. "No, I don't know that Yunho...he has the right to be mad."

Yunho shook his head. "He told you to live happily, and that's what you did."

"But I'm not happy."

"You can be if you just let yourself be free."

San sighed. "Thank you for bringing my phone."

"See you later." Yunho waved and smiled, turning to leave.

San closed the door, letting out a deep breath. "Okay...everything's fine." He walked back to the living room. "It was Yunho, I forgot my phone at his place."

Wooyoung just hummed. "Why were you refusing to open it then?"

"Just because it's quite late."

"I'm going to bed." The blind boy abruptly stood up.

"Aren't you gonna have dinner?"

"No, thank you, I don't have appetite."

San bit his lip guiltily. "I promise I'll spend all of tomorrow with you..."

"It's okay San, I get everything now."

"What...?"

"You have been acting so weird ever since we talked about our feelings for each other...I get it, you regret telling me you like me, you don't have to push me away."

"What? No! What are you talking about? Of course I don't regret telling you my feelings, I-"

San paused when he got a message notification on his phone. "I'm sorry, one moment please."

Wooyoung sighed in frustration and sat back down on the couch. "Is it so important..." he grumbled to himself, his knee bouncing in frustration.

San opened the notification in a hurry, his eyes widening when he read the text.

"No..."

"What...?" Wooyoung asked, now a little worried.

"I-I'll be right back!"

"Wait! Take me with you!"

"I can't, I'm sorry." San ran out of the building to his car, dialing Yunho's number as soon as he got in. "I need to see you now!" He almost shouted as soon as the other picked up.

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"Hey babe?"

"Hm?" Yeosang hummed while washing the dinner dishes.

"What you said earlier to San..."

Before Seonghwa could finish, Yeosang chuckled.
"What about it?"

"Why are you laughing?"

"You don't know?" Yeosang turned to raise an eyebrow at him.

"I don't understand what you mean..."

"Then why did you ask?"

"I was-"

"You wanted to know if what I said was directed at you too." Yeosang turned towards the sink again, finishing the dishes.

Seonghwa leaned against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yes."

"And why would you think that if you haven't done anything?"

"Could you stop speaking in riddles a be more clear?"

"You know exactly what I mean Seonghwa. When I said to focus on what's already in your hands, I meant it."

"But I-" Seonghwa was cut off by his phone ringing. "It's Yunho...hello?" He immediately stood up straight, more alert now. "What..? Are you sure? Okay, I'm coming right now."

"What's wrong?" Yeosang looked up at him, concerned.

"San..."

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A/N: I think it's easy for you to figure out what happened, so leave your theories here.