Apricus

Safe

San began to act weird, always staying in their room, not leaving Wooyoung alone. It wouldn't have been weird before their relationship with each other was complicated. But now, San almost didn't leave Wooyoung alone. Making sure to be there at every meal which made Wooyoung want to scream at his face to F off and leave him and his problems alone.

But of course Wooyoung didn't, he simply acted as if everything was alright when it just wasn't. He almost wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom alone, and that's when Wooyoung snapped.

"You!" He hissed and pressed a finger at San's chest, "stay here."

San snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, showing dominance, but that didn't work on Wooyoung, he had enough of San's crap.

Wooyoung smashed the door and locked it right in San's face, showing off how mad he was. Wooyoung leaned against the door and began thinking to himself.

Gosh, why couldn't San just be like before? At one point he loved to have the old San back, though at the other side, it was a loss for him too.

They were currently dancing their choreography in the training room, practicing every move before the concert, even if they had done it a hundred times before.

As they were done, Hongjoong clapped his hands together, "good work guys!" He shouted, a smile spreading across his face.

Wooyoung felt dizzy and that's when panic started to creep up on him. What if he fainted?

"I'm-" he began, feeling the others eyes on him.

San looked at him worriedly, "Wooyoung-ssi, are you okay?"

Wooyoung breathing quickened and he didn't feel so good, "I'm- I'm going to the bathroom real quick!" He shouted before hurrying outside of the studio and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Wooyoung sank down to the ground, feeling sick inside. He was definitely going to throw up sooner or later. Wooyoung felt himself gag, and before he knew it he sat bend over the toilet bowl, vomiting brown substances up, with some blood mixed in too.

Shit. What if this was gonna happen during the performance? What if the members noticed? Were they gonna throw him out? Send him to a hospital or replace him? Fuck- he didn't know, he really didn't.

Wooyoung dried his mouth. What if- what if-

Loud knocking interrupted his thoughts, which he was thankful for.

"Wooyoung!? Are you okay?!" Boomed a voice.

San.

Wooyoung felt bad that San forced himself to deal with whatever shit this was. To deal with him. Wooyoung didn't deserve a person like San, he was too good for him. San was too good. He deserved someone better, someone perfect. Someone opposite Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung!" San snapped Wooyoung out of his thoughts again, sending him back into reality.

"Y-yea," Wooyoung's voice was hoarse from throwing up, he could barely talk after he'd vomited every single bit of the nonexistent food up from his stomach.

"What is going on, are you sick?" San asked, voice filled with worry.

"N-no, I'm just- I'm fine San! You can leave I'll-"

"No! I'm not leaving you alone!" San interrupted him before he could speak done.

"San! For fuck's sake, just leave me alone!!" Wooyoung hissed, hoping it would scare San away.