Lie Again |↬𝘄𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗳

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After San managed to carry him up to his apartment and open the door, he put him down onto the couch and covered him up with a blanket.

He was surprisingly light and even though that made it easier to carry him here, it was also concerning. He noticed Wooyoung always wearing clothes that where too big for him and made him look small, almost hiding him from others.

San sat down on the table beside where Wooyoung was laying and watched him breath slowly through his nose, his form moving up and down calmly. His eyes wandered to his face and watched his messy hair laying messily on top of the pillow, some falling onto his face. His cheeks were tinted red and there was still dried tears on his face.

Before he could think and stop himself, his body already had a mind of his own and his hand reached up to Wooyoung's face. He brushed his cheeks to wipe the tears away with his thumb noticing the softness of his skin and his breath hitched at the realization of what he was doing.

He pulled his hand away as if he was burned by Wooyoung and stood up abruptly. He left for the kitchen and came back with a Glas of water and some medicine if he's not feeling well.

He didn't know whether he should stay or go back to work because they were loosing time for Soomin and things couldn't wait. At the same time he couldn't just leave Wooyoung here alone after his panic attack. His mind tried to push away the feeling and he was about to grab his coat when his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He pulled it out to see Yeosang calling.

"Hi sangie...," he mumbled, glancing over to Wooyoung to see whether he had woken up. He was still sleeping and San continued putting his shoes on.

"What's up? Forgot about me already?" He teased and San sighed tiredly taking his keys from the plate beside his front door, ready to leave.

"Of course not...," he trailed off as he stood by the entrance, door already halfway opened. He just had to take another step to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to move, half of his mind still thinking about Wooyoung. He wished he had his friend's number so he could come and take Wooyoung to take care of him. Better than he did.

"San, what's happening? You sound weird," Yeosang said this time in a concerning tone and San sighed once again. He was split in half not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, he was struck with an idea and he shut the door, immediately going back inside. He didn't know how to tell Yeosang this but he knew he could trust him.

"Uhm... Yeosang?" He asked carefully.

"Yeah?" He asked, this time fully aware where this was going. He knew exactly what this tone meant and he was going to ask him a favor.

"Do you have anything to do right now by chance?" He nervously played with his keys in his hands, somehow feeling like he was going to ask something really crazy.

"No, I don't and can you please tell me already??" Yeosang groaned impatiently.

"Okay okay, I may need you to come over real quick and take care of someone for me," he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and couldn't even look at Wooyoung. He didn't know why he felt so shy.

There was a pause on the other side and it passed a couple of seconds.

"Yeosang!" San whined and he prayed that Wooyoung wasn't pretending to be asleep otherwise he would have really embarrassed himself right now in front of him.

"San, what the hell? What did you do? Did you beat someone up or had an one-"

"No!! Of course not- I-" he blushed at the idea, paused for a second realizing he had been to loud.