Chapter 9. Cope

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There is mentions of anxiety/panic, very brief mention of relapsing via alcohol, and mentions of groping with previous memories throughout the chapter. Please do not read any further if these topics are sensitive to you.

 Please do not read any further if these topics are sensitive to you

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Friday comes by in a whirlwind. Wooyoung spends most of his time lazing around the apartment, cleaning at certain points, packing during other times, and drinking sips out of his secret soju stash. He didn't know how else to cope with all of the sudden changes crumbling his world beneath his planted feet, finding it difficult to stay steady on shaking grounds. He was terrified to lose himself again, to fumble into a mere ghost or shell of who he is, but he found some sort of weird comfort in the sting of soju.

Now, early in the morning, Wooyoung finishes packing his small tote within their bedroom, listening to San hum something outside in the living room. Wooyoung shoves his swim trunks into the bag before zipping it shut, grabbing his phone and his hoodie as he leaves the dark bedroom to walk into the living space. San was settled on the couch, engrossed in his phone as he listened to what Wooyoung assumed was BTS, but it was a song he had never heard before.

"Ready?" Wooyoung asks quietly, bag in hand, hoodie slung over his shoulder.

"Yeah." San swipes away at his screen, shuffling to open Spotify to pause his music. "Did you text Joong and Hwa?"

"Uh, no. I forgot. I'll text him right now." Wooyoung moves his phone towards his sightline, unlocking the device before opening his text messages with Seonghwa.


Hey, you guys up and ready? San and I are about to leave.


Seonghwa messages back almost immediately, bringing relief to flood Wooyoung's skin.


Seonghwa

Yes! I was just about to text you. How strange, lol.


Good, good. We'll meet you in the lobby?


Seonghwa

See you in five.


"They're ready." Wooyoung hums, looking away from his phone to spot San texting Mingi back.

"Good. Mingi and Yunho are already there. Wonder why?" San's brow raises and Wooyoung shrugs, leaning down to press a kiss into the elder's hair.

"Do you think Mingi knows? Or does Yunho know? Do they even know they like one another?"

"I thought you didn't believe me." San turns his head to look up at Wooyoung, confusion crossing over his gaze.

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just didn't think there was any evidence. But I got to talking with Yeosang, and he said the same thing. So, there's a little truth to it, I think. Maybe I'm just blind and too focused on you. I dunno."

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