When they reached home, wooyoung carefully looked after san as he started to apply oinment and put on a bandaid. San looked at him gratefully. His eyes were sparkling in happy tears.
Wooyoung looked at him.
"I am sorry. Did it hurt?" wooyoung asked him.
San just wiped those tears and mumbled a small 'yes' in embarrassment which was a lie.
"San isnt this supposed to be treated?" wooyoung asked.
Yes.
But he didnt want that. Involving someone into their life right now will only bring unwanted troubles.
"You know the answer.." san said.
"We cannot afford to reflect on our mistakes so soon. I wont let anything happen to you. You have gone through so much." san said.
"And what about you? Please san. Get this done for me. I am worried."
"No. I know you're worried. But trust me. I am more worried about your future than this. If our life was meant to be taken away, then this wound is like an ants life in this world." san said.
"This isnt time for these talks. You know what? I've already called a doctor." wooyoung said.
Sans face shot up with anger. His frustration reached to the peak. He intensely stood up from the bed making wooyoung stand in fear too.
But all in all, suddenly, san wrapped his hands around wooyoungs neck and roughly pushed wooyoung to the wall beside them.
Due to the suddenness, wooyoungs eyes teared up and tears rolled down his cheeks.
"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?! 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺?" san yelled at him choking him harder.
But as soon as he did it, he withdrew his hands as he was flooded with a wave of sorry and guilt.
He turned away from wooyoung and grabbed his hair in frustration.
Wooyoung stood there blank-faced, looking down at the floor. San handed wooyoungs mobile to him and said,
"𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧." san said.
But.
When wooyoung looked up at san with those vulnerable eyes, he regretted behaving like this to him.
His finger prints were left on his neck and wooyoung felt a little anger rise up at him.
The fact that san was the one who did this to him made him feel more sadder than ever. He half heartedly smirked at san.
"𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵." wooyoung mutterred.
San tilted his head sidely side eyeing him. He looked at him questioning his confidence.
"𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?! 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦." san spoke.
Wooyoung looked at him waiting for him to go on further. San took up his hand to the wound and ripped off those bandaids making blood flow from the wound.
San fell to the ground in the pain.
Wooyoung immediately gave in.
San was using wooyoungs emotions right now. But it didnt matter as long as its for their own future.
Wooyoung dropped this behavior ummediately as he surrendered in.
"𝘚-𝘴𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴..."
Before he finished, he himself cut him off as he looked for the phone. He called the doctor and told him instantly what san wanted him to say.
Wooyoung kept his hands on sans wound yelling at him to stop doing this.
"You are insane!! Why would you this?"
Wooyoung kept on yelling at san but san couldnt hear at all. His eyes were focused only on the visible concern portrated by wooyoung.
His eyes were filled with guilty tears. He brought his hands to wooyoungs neck and caressed the finger prints which was left by him.
Sans eyes slowly began to give in and blackness soon dwelled up in his eyes.
Soon enough, san fainted leaving wooyoung in a crying mess who was longing for an apology or comfort to relieve his anger.
But instead, all he got was having to see san in this state.
