↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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San can't say he was surprised when Wooyoung's appearances in Yunho's apartment became scarcer and scarcer after that.

He'd seen the younger once since accepting his new job, all eight of them going out at Hongjoong's request (more like desperate attempt) to get together before final exams, but Wooyoung had seemed to lag behind every time San tried to get close, sticking with Seonghwa and Yunho, and San had been too busy sulking to try and confront him about it.

At first, it had really bothered San.

As if the set of normalities in his life weren't already fucked up enough, suddenly Wooyoung was ignoring his very existence like the plague, and on a good day San was willing to get out of bed to go to class and that was it.

But then the time stretched on, the distance continued for a third week, and it didn't make San curl into himself in the way that he thought.

It just pissed him the fuck off.

He understood that Wooyoung probably felt the same way.

He understood that him having to leave his friends for a job wasn't... ideal, and that sending Seonghwa and Yunho to give Wooyoung the news had probably been the worst thing he could've done.

But, but, at the same time, San didn't owe Wooyoung anything, much less an explanation, and there was only a matter of time before his silence towards San became completely infuriating.

San wanted to talk to Seonghwa about it, knowing he'd probably have some sort of idea as to why Wooyoung had dropped off the face of the earth, but San was also slightly terrified of how Seonghwa would react.

If Wooyoung had been bitching to Seonghwa just as much as San had to Yeosang lately, then that entire conversation could go very badly, very quickly.

So, he couldn't talk to Seonghwa.

He had no plans to text Wooyoung and not receive a response again, or show up at Yunho's apartment expecting Wooyoung to waltz through the door like everything was fine.

That meant San had no idea where Wooyoung was, when he'd be home, and how he was supposed to talk to him.

Except...

He knew when he had his painting class.

He knew because Wooyoung never stopped talking about it.

He knew because San had met him in front of the art building before, during some random winter day when San had been freezing his ass off waiting for him with a cup of coffee.

He knew because he couldn't forget the way Wooyoung had smiled at him as he walked down the building's front steps, greeting San with a hug and a squeeze to the back of the neck like they were a couple and it was perfectly okay to do that.

It was on a Thursday in the beginning of May that San showed up outside the major arts building to wait for Wooyoung.

He didn't have a plan, even though he probably should have, but he decided that the entire exchange could go one of two ways:

◦ Wooyoung could catch his eye from a distance, try to avoid San by making a run for it down the stairs but San- San would be too fast. He'd expect it, you see. And he'd catch Wooyoung by the hand and ask him what was wrong and the younger would actually tell him. No games, no bullshit. He'd tell San what was wrong and they'd fix it.