How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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After spending a meaningful and much needed afternoon and evening in the company of his Mother and Father, Wooyoung concluded his night, giving them both a kiss and a heartfelt thank you before retreating up to his bedroom. The break away from the four walls had done him good and he realised he would never be able to progress if he continued that way.

He did a quick cleaning spree around the bedroom, tidying up the array of clothes scattered around the floor and furniture. At least now he could rest in a cleaner environment. As he stripped his sheets and placed new ones on, he absorbed the more welcoming and fresher setting of his private space with a deep inhale.

Spotting one more stray item peeking from underneath his bed, he pulled it out ready to launch it in to the laundry basket. When he lifted it in to the air, the all-too familiar scent spread around him, and he lowered his arm.

San's hoodie.

His world stilled as his fingers tentatively grazed the soft fabric, and he mindlessly walked backwards until his legs hit the edge of his bed where he fell back to sit.

Flashback

"What was the point of me creating 'San space' if you're just going to leave your clothes lying around?" Wooyoung joked, a sudden cleaning spritz of his bedroom unravelling that mainly consisted of organising San's clothes that covered nearly every square inch of his floor.

"I do it on purpose!" San remarked cheekily as he rolled around the shorter's freshly made bed, adding further insult to injury. "Think of it as a special hunt. You're a little scavenger, finding all of my hidden treasures. It's something for you to do when you're bored and I'm not here. For every item you find, you earn one kiss."

"That's how you're going to cover up for your messiness? Well played, Choi San. In that case, I think I've earned about 147 by now. Pay up." Wooyoung giggled as he jumped on top of the taller, both of the boys squealing as they tangled themselves up in the mass of covers and pillows, San peppering kisses and little bites uncontrollably across any surface of Wooyoung's skin he could reach whilst the shorter shrieked and submitted to his other half's loving touches.

Flashback end

Wooyoung chuckled sorely at the fond memory, tuning back in to focus to realise tear drops were quickly falling and soaking the clothing held in his grasp below. He brought it up to his face, taking in the unbelievably missed comforting scent of his Sannie.

"I found one, baby. I found a treasure. So where's my kiss? You promised. I need one, right now. So where are you? You never paid up. That wasn't 147, was it? Nowhere near. You owe me. Is this the last treasure? You need to set more out for me... I... I need to find more. Please, please don't let this be the last one."

Wooyoung heartbreakingly pleaded out into the empty room, his sobs becoming louder as he attempted and failed to stifle them through the pressed hoodie to his face. He convulsed with upset and pain that refused to budge the longer he held on to the clothing, but he was still completely unwilling to part with it.

Shortly after, Wooyoung wiggled his exhausted body up toward his pillow and underneath his covers, surrendering to the desperate urge to sleep so he didn't have to deal with the agony of being awake.

Wearing nothing but San's hoodie.

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San waved off his friends after a long day spent in each other's company. It had done the world of good, long overdue, right up until he was left alone with his own thoughts.

His parents had been unwilling to leave for their business trip, having spent the week leading up to it heavily concerned for San's wellbeing. Only when the boys had come round to spend some time with him had they triple-checked it was okay, leaving under the premise that San would not be left alone. He had felt bad for allowing his parents to think at least one friend would be staying over to accompany him, but he hadn't wanted to hinder his parent's commitment to their work because of him.

At the same time, for the first time, San did not want any of his friends to stay. His heavier vulnerability showed more the later it became, and he assumed this was due to the nights he'd shared alone with Wooyoung, where the two revealed themselves in their barest states in a bond of total trust and care. Almost like the AM hours were reserved for the two and their joint-world. They would lie awake until the early morning in one another's embrace, speaking, joking, laughing, confiding and whispering to their hearts content about absolutely anything or nothing at all.

Closing the door, he was met with the total silence of the large space he supposed he called home. Every part of it before Wooyoung had felt just like that, but he'd come to realise home meant so much more than just a building.

Home was a bizarre screech of a laugh that only came out once in a blue moon. Home was a little maniac that knew how to behave, but for the majority, chose not to purely because he thought it was funny. Home was having a smaller set of arms struggle to wrap around a larger frame but never letting it deter him, only encouraging him to hold on tighter. Home was the infectious smile that spread eagerly and eyes that twinkled with adoring appreciation whenever he was complimented, no matter how big or small the comment.

Home was Wooyoung.

Not even making it one step away from his front door upon it's closure, San slid down the back of it, resting his arms on his knees as his head fell back weakly against the wood. He stared into the empty space around him, a sense of longing and grieving drowning his mind as fresh tears emerged, blurring his vision. At least he'd managed to go nearly a full 8 hours without crying.

"You should be here right now." He whispered out, his voice travelling lightly through the hollow doorway.

"What would we be doing right now? If you were here. Would you be hungry? I'd get you anything you wanted. A bath? I'd crouch and wash you head to toe whilst you blow the bubbles in my face. Would you feel like sleeping in our bedroom or would you want to set up your little nest in the living room again, baby? We could sleep in the fucking driveway for all I care. As long as you were by my side, I wouldn't mind, I swear. My beautiful boy. I'd do anything for you. Just... please. Please come back to me." San concluded brokenly, finally allowing his repressed cries to echo through the deafening silence of the lonely, lightless house.