𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 | 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛

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𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

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wooyoung had came to the club unannounced two days later, something he did often that san used to utterly love. wooyoung had told him the day before that he wouldn't be able to visit or text him much that day, he had said he had a really full schedule (something that happened every once in a while which san had brown used to)- and when san (unwillingly) left him on read he had sent another asking for san to not be mad at him but left it at that when san didn't answer a second time.

so when wooyoung showed up today like that- it reminded him of his little random pop-ins, he thought wooyoung must've done it to make up for the day before.

it was like a little surprise for him every time he came like that, it meant so much that even with wooyoungs busy schedule he would make time to visit san whenever he could. seeing the older in person randomly sitting at the bar or standing by the stage when he left his dressing room or the break room had always made his day.

but now when san over heard wooyoung sulking to hyungwon and kihyun that he never answered his good night texts he froze up.

it was hard for san not to answer those last night, he had left him on read all day. he wanted to tell the other goodnight, tell him how much he loved him- call him and end up staying awake until 2 am with wooyoung talking about whatever like they usually found themselves doing. he wanted to ask about his day, ask about his friends, ask him how work was or to explain what happened with another annoying client. san wanted to hear all of wooyoungs stories and rants alike. so he didnt want to see wooyoung now, no- he wanted to, of course he did- he simply couldn't.

"where is sannie anyways?" his heart broke when wooyoung said that, even if he couldn't see him- just knowing that he was around the corner hurt enough to make a tear slip down the side of his face.

he was so close yet so far, and all san could do was love from afar.

wooyoungs voice had always sounded like music to san, like a lullaby that could always calm him down. so to be truthful hearing it now, saying his name so softly made his head stop spinning for a second, made him feel at ease. "i think he's in his room? but he had it locked earlier." kihyun said, thinking out loud. san had remembered when kihyun and jooheon came knocking on his door a few hours ago- he had told them he wasn't in the mood to talk much, said he was sleepy. then hyungwon spoke, "yeah, he told hoseok he was gonna take a nap before his shift."

it was true, what hyungwon had told wooyoung, except that san didn't really go to sleep, he had tried and failed countless times- thoughts too clouded with wooyoung and everything that had been happening. the only time he found he could sleep was at home, curled up in hongjoongs arms after crying his eyes out. "ah, okay..." wooyoung hummed, though san could hear the disappointment dripping from the word. it stung, knowing he couldn't pat his head and assure him all would be okay, that he couldn't relieve him of all the underlying worries san absolutely knew wooyoung was having. when he had the urge to come out to the bar, he had forced himself to stay hidden around the corner, wishing he could make his presence known and actually spend time with his wooyoung.

if only he could see him again, hold his hand, cuddle in his arms like he did every chance he got. he missed being able to listen to wooyoung go on and on about useless topics- he craved to sit on the couch with him again, just staring at how stupidly gorgeous his love was. san had memorized everything about that man, from the way his eyes crinkled up when he smiled, or how his laugh would gradually get higher overtime. he memorized wooyoungs speaking patterns and habits, he memorized the shine of his eyes in the sunlight- or how his nose curved and his how pink his lips were without any tint or gloss over them.

he memorized it all, and instead he helplessly listened from the sidelines, eyes shut- willing his imagination and memory to fill in the void left behind.

but when it had gotten too hard to resist the need of seeing wooyoung, san turned around, a fresh stream of tears along his cheeks, and left back to his dressing room, door clicking shut with a lock.

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hi hi im terribly sorry i haven't updated but im in texas rn for the gidle concert

it's fucking 1:20am the concert is tomorrow (today) and i need at be there at 2pm for vip check in and i decided to write this chapter instead of sleep 🤡

but i will be going to sleep and i'll probably post this when i wake up in the morning cus it's a bit short and i wanna fix it up (plot twist i did)

BAM it's morning i just cooked breakfast for four ppl and slayed those omelets and bacon and i'm back to say that i'm tired and can't wait to start writing the next book

it's not that i don't love this book bc i absolutely do, this is my favorite book i've written here it's just that i rlly rlly wanna get to writing more of my next book for u guys cus it's rlly exciting for me :3 like i said this book is very very close to ending (yall it's ending happy so calm down besties)

so be ready for that soon! anyways thank u so much for supporting me and my stories and for being so sweet and welcoming!

k i just felt the need to say that :3 bye bye

~ lix ~

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