❥・ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬❞ ▸ After Wooyoung and San realize their feelings for each other in Insomnia, their lives have changed drastically. From moving into an apartment together to getting new jobs, life seems to be changing for...
There is a theme of relapsing via alcohol written throughout this chapter, with discussions about mental health, anxiety and meltdowns. Please avoid reading further if these topics are sensitive to you.
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Wooyoung sits on the floor of his old bedroom for twenty minutes, staring at the empty bottle of soju resting in his palms. He had finally stopped crying, feeling the sting of alcohol sink into his pores as he felt himself start to get slightly dizzy. He hadn't eaten anything since this morning, allowing the soju to act on his body a lot quicker than normal, but now also taking advantage of his low tolerance.
San still hadn't called him back, presumably busy finishing at campus before returning home, but Wooyoung had no idea when the elder would even be back. It's only then that he realizes that he needs to get rid of the evidence and hide all of this away, trying to avoid having a conversation about why he had hidden liquor to begin with. Begrudgingly, he stands up, putting the bottle back up into his closet and closing the door, heading into the bathroom nearby to brush his teeth and his tongue, hoping to get rid of any trace of alcohol lingering in his breath.
He's partially angry at himself, but also partially thankful, just relieved to be done dealing with tumultuous thoughts that threatened his sanity. He really tried to love his life and what he was building with San, but the more of reality that sinks in and threatens every ounce of joy in his life, he finds himself wishing he could run away from everything.
"Young'ah-" San barely shouts from the front door. "I'm sorry I missed your calls!"
Wooyoung pokes his head out from the bathroom, wiping the remnants of water away from his lips as he makes eye contact with San. He didn't even try to hide the redness held within his gaze, fully knowing that San would be able to see right through him anyways. San blinks twice, slowly sliding his shoes off before studying his partner as he fully leaves the doorway of the bathroom. "What's wrong?"
Wooyoung chews on his lower lip, gaze avoiding, feeling tears surging back towards the edge of his ducts. Dejectedly, Wooyoung walks forward, hearing San's footsteps surge to meet him halfway near the kitchen, fingers carefully pushing his chin upwards so he could meet the younger's gaze. Wooyoung knew he wouldn't be able to hide the truth about his job for long, not that he wanted to, but all he wanted to do was melt into San's touch. He didn't want to think and he didn't want to speak, hopeful that his perceptive boyfriend would pick up on that easily.
"Young'ah," San sighs sadly, heart breaking at the sight of him. "C'mere."
Wooyoung wraps his arms around San's neck, feeling San's arms wrap right back around him tightly. He couldn't have avoided the onslaught of tears if he even tried. San always made him crack like this, making it extremely easy for the younger to cry out whatever anxiety was plaguing his mind. As much as Wooyoung didn't want to cry anymore, something about this type of emotional release made all the pain drift away from his chest.
