↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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"Hey, hyung." Two words, and San was sitting up in bed in an instant, chest turning hollow.

Twenty-three days.

He'd gone twenty-three days without hearing that voice.

"San?"

When San breathed, he could've sworn he could hear his lungs sing like an empty tree, his insides creaking around the rush of air.

He didn't know how to feel, what to do, and maybe it was shock or fear or something worse- but for a blissful moment San felt nothing.

He stared at a spot on the wall of his bedroom.

"Hi."

"Hi." Wooyoung let out a breath, the relief in it making San's heart stutter. "God, it's good to hear your voice."

San swallowed thickly, eyes flickering around his room as though that would help him figure out what to say.

"What do you want?"

"I can't sleep."

San didn't mean to, but he immediately thought of the many reasons why Wooyoung probably couldn't sleep.

San knew he'd written them down at some point, Wooyoung's bizarre sleep requirements.

He was like a toddler, unable to fall asleep unless he was cuddling something, the room was at least below 75 degrees, and he had a fan pointing directly at him.

See, it was things like that that San couldn't get over.

The little things, the strange things, the things that were so inexplicably uniquely Wooyoung.

He had peculiar habits, questionable passions, and a way of life that just made heads turn, and that was what San adored.

That's the person San fell in love with.

Wooyoung made San feel like being different was better than being ordinary, and that was something nobody else had ever been able to give him.

"Why not?" San asked him, waiting for his assumptions to be proven right.

Wooyoung's smile was practically audible.

"I really want waffles."

"Gross." San quipped instantly, lips twitching hesitantly when he heard Wooyoung laugh deeply on the other end.

A silence fell between them, the weight of it unavoidable.

"What do you want, Wooyoung?"

"I just-" Wooyoung stopped abruptly, the strain in his voice appearing so suddenly that San felt a pang in his chest. "I just thought about you."

San scowled in the darkness.

"You thought about me."

"All of these waffle cravings and I thought about you, yeah. You and your stupid hate for waffles." Wooyoung laughed, but there were tears somewhere in it, a chortled wetness that completely dampened the usual beauty of the sound.