Fortuitous Message (SeongJoong)

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*mentions of abuse*

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Seonghwa and Wooyoung had decided to hang out tonight. They had a nice take out dinner, and we're now watching a movie.

Well;

Were watching a movie.

Seonghwa suddenly awoke in his dark living room, his friends head rested in his lap. He opened his phone, the blue light burning his eyes slightly as the adjusted.

4:43am

Wooyoung definitely should've been home by now, Yeosang, his roommate was probably worried sick. But he decided to let him sleep for the time being.

He looked through missed messages. And as he suspected, a few messages of Yeosang showed. Multiple of them simply just his name in all caps. Other's asking where Wooyoung was, asking if the two were together.

He responded, assuring Yeosang Wooyoung was safe, and would be home by the morning.

But that wasn't all the messages he'd missed.

One appeared on the top of his notification tab. From a number he didn't recognize. Sent just 5 minutes ago.

[Random]
You still up? I physically cannot get myself to sleep. Just wanted to talk to someone.

Seonghwa considered not answering, but something inside him said he should.

[Seonghwa]
I believe you have the wrong number. But sure?

He agreed to the conversation. Not quite excepting an answer back. He knows if he'd sent an accidental message, he would most likely be too embarrassed to message back.

But they did.

[Random]
Fuck. I'm so sorry. You can just ignore me lmao.

[Seonghwa]

Nah. It's late. I'm not doing anything lol. I'm stranger, no judgement. What did you want to talk about?

The next answer took minutes. To the point Seonghwa assumed there would never be an answer. But yet again he was proven wrong with another buzz of his phone.

[Random]
My mother is sick with dementia. And it's rapidly moving downward. The speed in with her memories are fading is scary. It was early onset. So of course it's more rapid than normal. But no one, no doctor told me just how fast it would be. It's debilitating.

The message was heartbreaking. Even as a stranger. Not knowing who was behind the other screen. It hurt him.

[Seonghwa]
I'm so sorry to hear that. God.

[Random]
No need to be sorry. There's not much anyone can do about it.

[Seonghwa]
I know. But it's as still a pretty shitty situation to be in.

[Random]
It is. But, it is what it is. And it'll be just fine whatever happens:)

[Random]
Ah, my name's Hongjoong btw.

[Seonghwa]
I'm Seonghwa lol. I didn't expect the introduction.

[Hongjoong]
Too soon to know my name? It's late.

[Seonghwa]
Go to sleep?

[Hongjoong]
I really can't. I'm just gonna stay up.

[Seonghwa]
Than I suppose we have some time to get to know each other now that you have my number?

[Hongjoong]
Ofc

The two's conversation went on a shocking amount of time. Growing on each other with each message. Hongjoong was definitely someone Seonghwa could see himself being friends with.

The conversation moved smoothly, that is, until Seonghwa was asked if he was single. And for some reason, he wished he could say he was. But he didn't. He told the truth. Not being one for cheating. He knows if he told Wooyoung of this thought he would tell him to break up with Mark.

As if he didn't already know he was abusive. But he couldn't break it off. This was the only type of love he knew. Whether he was treated correctly or not. He was scared of never finding love again, scared of being alone. Even if he hated the person he was supposed to love, at least he wasn't alone.

The abusiveness started promptly. And he was quickly pressured into sex, none of which he enjoyed. Every 'intimate' moment absolute hell. Wanting nothing more than it to end. He never finished, he never felt pleasure. It was as simple as just laying there. As limp, as flexible, as he possibly could.

He hadn't told Wooyoung about that. Knowing well it would either make it worse for him, or really bad for Wooyoung. He knew Woo was fully capable of things he definitely didn't want happening.

Couldn't he break it off?
Technically. He could do whatever he wanted.
But what if it made his life worse?
On the other hand; Most of his life was already hell, so what was a bit more added to the nightmare?

He gently shook Wooyoung. Wanting an opinion.

He already knew what Wooyoung's thought process would be. But for some reason, he still wanted to hear it.

Wooyoung stretched his body out, rubbing his eyes.
"What's up?"
Wooyoung asked.

"I need your opinion."
Seonghwa muttered.

Wooyoung hummed in a questioning tone, sitting up, and resting his head on Seonghwa's shoulder.

"Should- should I break up with Mark?"
Seonghwa asked hesitantly.

Wooyoung exhaled loudly.
"I don't know, Hwa. That would be up to you. You know what I would suggest. I personally think he's horrible to you. He's abusive, and I'm scared of what exactly you haven't told me. I know there has to be some things. And as much as I want to know everything, I don't at the same time."
Wooyoung spoke quickly, his voice was soft and sweet. Still laced with sleepiness.

"What is it makes it worse?"
Seonghwa asked, rest his cheek on Wooyoung's soft hair. The two now leaning against each other.

"I'll come along with you!"
Wooyoung exclaimed.

"No, I mean after the initial conversation, Woo. What if he comes to my house?"
Seonghwa asked. The worry in his voice evident.

Wooyoung was quiet. Thinking of ideas.
"I have an idea." Wooyoung started, "I know someone who could stay with you."

"Who?"
Seonghwa asked.

"I'm not telling you anything about him until I ask. But I do know he doesn't actually have an apartment. And, you have an extra room."
Wooyoung said happily.

"Its gonna be okay. I promise."
Wooyoung assumed after a moment of silence, snuggling his face into Seonghwa's neck.

"Yeah. I hope so."