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San went ahead and they entered the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor and hesitantly leaned against the mirror on the wall. He glanced at Wooyoung and noticed him wrapping his arms around himself. He avoided looking at him, let alone into his direction and San also looked away. There was an awkward silence around them and Wooyoung seemed lost in thought.

Honestly, Wooyoung was a mess. After all that had happened today he was overwhelmed with emotions and many thoughts were clouding his mind. And now, he found himself in a weird position with San that was only more confusing. He didn't expect for San to jump between him and his worries and offering his own place, his own home, for Wooyoung to stay, because honestly speaking, there would probably have been other options out there. He did feel touched by his act and it lit a small fire inside his chest between all the pain.

He was once again surprised by San's sudden change in demeanour and made one thing clear once again. He didn't know San. He didn't know what was going on inside him and what he was feeling. Everytime he gets surprised once again by him and he was excited to discover more there was to Choi San. He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't going to deny that San stirred some interest inside him.

When the elevator finally came to a halt, San let out a small breath of relief, glad that he didn't have to stay in the awkward atmosphere any longer. Something about walking down the hallway with Wooyoung by his side made a blush creep up his face.

He was reminded of the time when Wooyoung took care of him when he was still drunk. It was an embarrassing memory he wished he could forget, even more so when he didn't even completely remember what kind of dumb things he had said to Wooyoung and he felt embarrassed for letting it out on Wooyoung even though all he did was help.

He just hated letting people inside his personal bubble he created for only himself and Yeosang to see. It meant that Wooyoung saw a side of him he didn't intend on revealing. It meant that he showed weakness and something for others to attack him for.

But that only made him wonder more why. Why is Wooyoung with him in front of his own home. Why is he doing all this? He didn't even care.

He glanced one last time at Wooyoung before unlocking the door and getting inside. He threw the keys to the side and took of his shoes before he noticed Wooyoung still standing there by the entrance looking inside with new eyes. This time he did have more time to really take in San's organised and clean home.

"Aren't you coming in?" He asked while putting his shoes away not wanting Wooyoung to feel uncomfortable by expectantly staring at him. Wooyoung seemed to hesitate, but didn't want to bother San more than he was already doing by staying here and entered his home. He took off his shoes and followed San inside. He went to the kitchen while Wooyoung shyly took a seat on the big couch.

He looked at the other side of the couch and was hit with the memory when san was lying there and- Wooyoung felt a blush creeping up his face right when San came back from the kitchen with a glass of water. He gave him the glass and noticed Wooyoung still avoiding his eyes.

"Thank you," he said in a small voice and took a sip. San awkwardly sat at the other side of the couch like last time and Wooyoung immediately looked away. San noticed that he must have remembered that moment.

"Uhm- I.. I'm sorry," Wooyoung started and shyly looked up at San, not being able to look him into the eye for too long. San looked at him in question, urging Wooyoung to continue. "I'm sorry for being a burden to you. It was a kind act of you to offer your place, but I won't stay if I'm bothering. I will find another so-"

"There's no need to apologise, I offered my place, because I wanted to." Wooyoung looked up with wide eyes and San hesitated. "I mean- I wouldn't have let you there like that. I think you would have done the same," he explained while taking short glances at him. Wooyoung nodded and it was silent again for a while.