Homeless Rose | Woosan

Forty

San quickly sat up. "What did you say?"

Wooyoung just shrugged his shoulders.

"How did you know I do?"

"You really do?" Wooyoung asked, confused this time.

"What made you say that then?"

"I-I don't know...I just had a picture of your neck and the freckles on the right of it..."

San was speechless. He even got the right side.

Maybe Wooyoung wasn't imagining things...

"Can you tell me more about your flashbacks?"

"Erm...they're not clear...just shadows..."

"Any faces? Activities? Names?"

Wooyoung shook his head. "Just feelings...that's why I told you I don't have any proof...I just know the person in my flashbacks was you...the way your body feels, your hand, your lips...the atmosphere in the apartment...vague things like that...this is the first time I've had a thought or a picture like that."

San's breathing was heavy.

Things were adding up, but he didn't want to build his hopes high.

"Alright...alright...let's not think much of it..." San assured, mostly himself.

Wooyoung's face fell. He had hopes of San believing him now, but he seemed to be determined on his theory that his mind is just tricking him.  "Alright..."

San laid back down, staring up at the night sky with wide eyes, still trying to process what just happened.

Wooyoung slowly rolled to his side and moved closer towards the other, pressing himself against him. "I don't care if you don't believe me...this is enough."

San looked down with wide eyes still, taking a deep breath before moving to hold the other quietly.

They stayed like that in a peaceful quiet for a long moment.

They lost track of time, and the world felt like it was empty of people, just the two of them.

Although it was a tough time for both of them, they were satisfied just by having each other.

"Do we have to go home?" Wooyoung asked when he felt himself starting to doze off, disappointment shown in his tone, making the other smile.

"Unfortunately..."

Wooyoung's hands gripped San's jacket, as if scared to let go. "The feeling of safety is so addicting..."

San stayed quiet for a moment, a little surprised by the sudden statement. "It's not an addiction, it's a necessity...you just never got to experience it.."

"Never until I met you...and it goes away when you do.." Wooyoung's voice wavered a little, his attachment to San and fear of losing him making him feel both scared and pathetic.

"Then I shouldn't be away, right?" San assured with a smile. "I never want to be away actually...you should know that by now with how much I ran after you."

"You did it because you thought I was your boyfriend."

"No." San answered simply. "Even when I was sure it wasn't you...I couldn't keep myself away for long."

"So you promise you won't leave me?"

San nodded. "I promise." He gently kissed his head.

Wooyoung slowly let go and sat up then climbed on top of San, straddling his waist.

San blinked up at him, confused and surprised at the sudden repositioning.

Wooyoung then leaned down, using his hand to find the other's face then went down to his neck again.

San just watched him patiently before closing his eyes, letting him explore while he enjoyed the gentle touches.

But he quickly opened his eyes wide and gasped as he felt a pair of lips press against the side of his neck.

The startled reaction didn't stop Wooyoung.

He knew what he was doing.

San gulped as he felt him suck on his neck, letting out a shaky breath.

Wooyoung pulled back after a moment.

He has definitely done this before. It was too familiar.

"Sorry, I-"

"No, don't apologize...I didn't mind that at all.."

Wooyoung smiled a little, getting off of San like nothing happened. "Let's go home."

San quickly nodded, getting up and grabbing the other's hand.

He was still in a daze from what happened, he wanted more.

After a quiet walk home, the two made their way to the bedroom together.

"It got really cold outside." San shivered as he took his jacket off. "Perfect for cuddling." He smiled.

Wooyoung smiled, making his way to the bed. "I'd love that..."

San sat down next to him. "I'm really glad you're feeling better." He assumed, after seeing the other act alright again.

"Well...it's-"

"Hm?"

Wooyoung sighed. "Eh...yeah, I am, thank you for helping me."

San smiled fondly. "No, thank you..."

The blind boy just forced a smile and nodded.

"Now excuse me, I'll go to the bathroom." San quickly and shyly pecked the other's cheek before getting up and going to the bathroom.

He stood in front of the sink, singing to himself as he washed his hands, then looked up in the mirror.

He immediately went quiet and his smile fell.

He tilted his head to the side a little and brought his now shaky hand to touch his neck.

There it was.

Right where it's supposed to be.

He leaned closer to the mirror to take a better look.

San felt his body weakening as he leaned on the sink. "No way...it couldn't be..."

There were too many proofs to deny it any longer.

The fear of heights.
Telling the nurses his name when he was barely conscious in the hospital.
Feeling dizzy inside the apartment.
Always admiring the smell of roses in the shop.
What he called cotton candy.
His high pitched laugh that San only got to hear once.
Knowing exactly where the freckles are.

And now this...

The hickey.

It was where San's boyfriend always left it.

It was always there covering the biggest freckle, Wooyoung's favorite freckle.

The hickey that almost never faded when he was alive because he would always make it again.

It was right there now like it was him again.

Maybe that boy wasn't lying and wasn't imagining things....

He is Wooyoung...

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A/N: thoughts on this chapter?

Also would you guys be interested if I wrote oneshots?

Early update because I can't post tomorrow, hope you enjoyed <3