❥・ 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...
The following topics are written within the chapter, and I strongly encourage you to avoid reading any further if these topics are sensitive to you: Relapsing, discussions about alcoholism/sobriety, mental health (depression/anxiety), very subtle mention of vomiting, unrequited feelings, and descriptions of an anxiety attack.
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Wooyoung wakes to the sound of shuffling within the bedroom. He rubs at his eyes tiredly, rolling onto his back, peeling his eyes open to look around for the source of the noise.
It had been two days since they had left the beach house, stumbling back into some sort of routine that made Wooyoung feel comfortable. San was doing his best to call Wooyoung between classes, ordering him food to the apartment, texting him every moment he could, and coming home to cuddle the younger on the couch. Wooyoung had never said he needed the continued reassurance, but being so looked after was extremely comforting. He felt bad, but San had continued to tell him that he didn't mind doing all of this, especially if it meant that Wooyoung was in a better headspace.
But, as Wooyoung looks around the dimly lit bedroom, he spots San tugging his shirt on, standing in front of their closet. He smiles to himself, eyes raking down San's back sleepily. San turns around, smoothing out his shirt before glancing up and smiling once he sees Wooyoung looking at him.
"Did I wake you?" San asks quietly, striding towards the side of the bed Wooyoung was laying on.
"I'd like to tell you that you didn't," Wooyoung remarks groggily. "But you did."
"I'm sorry." San pouts as he sits down on the edge of the bed, sitting near Wooyoung's waist as he turns to lay on his side.
"It's okay. Are you going to class soon?"
"Yeah. I need to leave in probably ten minutes." San leans backwards, reaching an arm around to gently rub circles into Wooyoung's back, slipping his hand beneath his shirt to do so.
"What time will you be back?" Wooyoung leans a little further into the press of his pillow, voice slightly mumbled, feeling a pull of sleep cradle his senses.
"Not until three." San sighs. There's a momentary silence before Wooyoung speaks again.
"Can you stay until I fall back asleep. Please?" Wooyoung asks in a hushed murmur, eyes slowly lulling shut. "I can't sleep without you anymore."
"I'll stay right here." San affirms with a soft hum, dragging his fingers over Wooyoung's back lightly, continuing his small curls of shapes to soothe over his skin. Wooyoung smiles, letting a soft breath roll through his chest as he begins to relax.
San sits there patiently, watching Wooyoung's chest rise and fall, breaths deepening the longer he sits there. It takes all of five minutes before Wooyoung drifts back into a peaceful stupor. San slowly retracts his hand, pulling Wooyoung's shirt back down, tucking the blanket over him gently. It didn't matter how many times San saw Wooyoung like this, but he almost felt as if he loved him so much more every single time.
