↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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[ CW: depictions of panic attack ]

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San got the call on a Friday in the middle of April.

The conversation was brief, San didn't say much, but the man who had looked over his resume sounded impressed and San had felt a surge of pride when he was told he'd been accepted as a starting producer for an idol agency.

He thanked the man with a grateful voice, a smile tearing right through his face, but when the call ended San had felt his body grow hollow, and he cried into the lines in his hands.

It wasn't Yunho who came to mind first.

Not Yeosang, or Seonghwa, or even Hongjoong, but Wooyoung.

Wooyoung and his exuberant way of speaking, his playful smiles and steady hands that could create just as easily as they could destroy- and San didn't know how that was possible.

Didn't know how it made sense, but he'd gone and fallen in love with a boy who didn't want him back, and he was the first and only reason San could even think of that would make him stay.

Which is why Wooyoung was the last to find out.

San told them each in his own way.

He told Yeosang and Hongjoong first, texted the news like some sackless teenager asking his parents for money, and had made the mistake of telling Mingi during a study session in the middle of the library where the boy had bursted into tears, Jongho then consoling him.

Overall, the reactions weren't terrible.

They were disappointed of course, sad, but happy for San.

He didn't want to make a big deal about it.

It was just a job, a small change.

It wasn't until San finally told Yunho and Seonghwa about the offer over coffee one morning, explaining how he'd have to move nearly four hours away, that it became apparent that having it not be a big deal wasn't exactly an option.

"Four hours?" Yunho breathed, hand growing limp against his coffee mug. "Are you serious?"

San suddenly found it hard to look them in the eyes.

"I won't be working in the actual company building just yet. I'll have to work my way there. But for now they want me and a few other producers to work from a studio in Gyeongju."

Yunho visibly paled, delicate lips twisting with a rush of emotions San couldn't even begin to try and catch in time.

The air between the three of them became distorted, tension ridden.

Yunho looked over at Seonghwa cautiously, communicating something only he'd understand, but Seonghwa was too shocked to even bother meeting his lover's gaze, completely distraught by the news.

San covered his face with his hands.

"Where are you gonna live?" Yunho asked eventually, pushing through the hurt, trying to be supportive, because nowhere in the plan had San mentioned having to move away.