Wooyoung waited anxiously, each passing moment amplifying his fear that San might have left for good, leaving behind an unbridgeable chasm between them. Just as despair began to settle in, a timid knock echoed through the room, stirring hope within him. Rushing to the door, he flung it open, revealing San standing there, his presence a beacon of reassurance amidst the uncertainty.
Unable to contain his relief, Wooyoung enveloped San in a tight embrace, his arms a sanctuary of warmth and solace. "I thought you left me alone," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I was scared."
San's expression softened, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes as he gently pushed Wooyoung back to meet his gaze. "What are you doing?" he inquired, his tone laced with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
Wooyoung excused himself, feeling puzzled as he did this. He didn't even know what he was doing, but he still hugged San because he wanted to. He took the best out of his willingness.
San pushed Wooyoung away abruptly, his expression a mixture of confusion and frustration. "Never do this again! What even are we? And why would you do that to me?" he demanded, his voice tinged with hurt.
Wooyoung, taken aback by San's reaction, searched for the right words. "All I know is that you saved me," he began softly, his gaze earnest. "And right now, that's all I need to know about you."
Leaving San speechless at this, Wooyoung retreated without asking San anything.
San entered, holding food, but upon seeing Wooyoung's condition, his expression shifted to one of concern.
Wooyoung: "Put it down. I'm gonna lie down for a while. I don't feel good."
San: "Hey, are you okay?" Suddenly, San panicked, touching Wooyoung, who was burning with fever. His body trembled, and his eyes looked weak.
Wooyoung: "I just need some rest."
San: "Lie down. I'll get something to bring your fever down." San made Wooyoung lie down, and as he was leaving, suddenly Wooyoung grabbed San's sleeve, murmuring in his sleep.
Wooyoung (half-asleep): "Hyung, hyung, don't leave me alone. Hyung..."
San sat down beside Wooyoung.
San: "I'm here. Sleep. I'm here."
San continued to take care of Wooyoung, gently placing wet wipes on his forehead to help bring down his fever. Despite Wooyoung's temperature gradually decreasing, his restless sleep persisted.
Wooyoung stirred, his brows furrowing in discomfort. "Hyung... it hurts," he murmured softly, his voice laced with exhaustion.
San's heart ached at the sight of Wooyoung's discomfort. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here," he whispered soothingly, his voice a calming presence in the darkness.
As Wooyoung's breathing steadied, San carefully guided him to lie down on his chest, feeling the weight of Wooyoung's body against his own. The room fell silent, save for the gentle rhythm of their breathing.
With Wooyoung nestled against him, San felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. "You'll be okay, youngshin. " he murmured, his words a silent promise of reassurance.
As sleep finally began to claim them both, Wooyoung's grip on San tightened, seeking solace in the warmth of their shared embrace. San, too, found himself overcome by exhaustion, the strain of the day's events catching up to him.
In the hushed tranquility of the room, both Wooyoung and San drifted into a peaceful slumber, intertwined in a bond that transcended words or actions, finding solace and comfort in each other's embrace.
After a few hours, Wooyoung woke up, finding himself half-naked on San's chest. Embarrassment flooded through him, and he quickly jolted awake, inadvertently waking San in the process. Hastily, Wooyoung pulled the blanket over himself, his cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment.
Wooyoung: "I'm sorry you have to go through all of this again."
San: "No, it's okay. I'm here because I want to be. You're not in this alone."
Wooyoung: "But—"
San: "It's fine. Let's just focus on getting you better. i Heat up the food. You can wear your clothes."
As they ate, Wooyoung opened up to San about his concerns regarding college. "I have to go to college," he began, his voice tinged with apprehension. "But you will be alone for about 8 hours."
San's expression tightened with worry, but before he could protest, Wooyoung continued. "My name will be cut if I don't go for another day," he explained, his tone firm despite his underlying uncertainty.
San hesitated, his concern evident in his eyes. "Your wound hasn't fully healed yet. It could be dangerous," he cautioned.
But Wooyoung remained stubborn, refusing to back down. After a moment of silent contemplation, San reluctantly agreed, knowing that he couldn't change Wooyoung's mind. They continued their meal in subdued silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
Wooyoung: "And one more thing... I lied to you about something."
San: "You lied about something? What did you lie about?"
Wooyoung: "I'm not Youngshin."
San's expression faltered, his brows furrowing in confusion.
Wooyoung: "I mean, my name is not Youngshin. My name is Jung Wooyoung."
San fell silent for a moment, processing this revelation.
San: "And then?" he asked, his tone neutral as he stood up, as if ready to leave.
Wooyoung: "I'm sorry," Wooyoung said softly, feeling a pang of guilt for deceiving San.
San: "Sorry? About lying about your name?" San chuckled bitterly, his demeanor suddenly shifting. "i look like this, and anyone will trust me. Did you think I hoped that? Stay out of my life, kid."
As San walked away, leaving Wooyoung feeling remorseful for his lie, he couldn't help but reflect on the true nature of San. Despite his intimidating appearance and harsh actions, Wooyoung realized that San was actually softer than he seemed. He panicked easily, acted without fear, and had a strong sense of righteousness and kindness that Wooyoung had come to appreciate during their time together.
San stood outside the door, the soft glow of his cigarette casting shadows on the stairs below. He felt like he was the negative amidst all the positivity, the odd one out among the sea of cheerful faces. He saw himself as the moon among the stars, an extra in this world filled with vibrant characters. His intimidating appearance, his choice of clothing—all of it served as a facade to conceal his painful and deeply rooted scars.
As he gazed into the metallic reflection of the door, he saw a face that didn't resemble the one Hongjoong once described.
Hongjoong: "You look like a brother to me. You're a happy place for me."
San's heart twisted with turmoil as he questioned himself, "What have I turned into?"
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SINNER (WOOSAN)
Roman d'amour"If sinning was a profession, he would be a millionaire. As for me, I was the reason that millionaire became nothing. While he offered me countless reasons to walk away yet i still chose to sacrifice a decade, alone, for his love's sake. in my world...
