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☁️🎀🌷🦋🌷🎀☁️
- 𝔽𝕆ℝ𝕋𝕐-𝔽𝕆𝕌ℝ -
𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟
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• san •
i shifted under the covers, struggling to open my eyes even though i had been awake for a minute or two already. a small yawn left my lips, and i was finally able to get myself to sit up. i faced my right, with my eyes still closed, and reached out for woo- i was cold, and wanted to hold him again.
a small frown made its way onto my face when all i could feel was shibers, and an empty spot on the bed, cold from having nothing over it.
"woo?" i whispered, voice raspy from sleep, and i scratched my head only able to barely squint my eyes. i looked around the room, taking in its emptiness. it looked so dull without him here.
did he leave?
i blinked a few times, eyes still adjusting to the light that passed through the blinds, and i slowly made my way out of bed.
his stuff is gone too...
"wooyoung?" i said, a bit louder this time- but still no response. so i made my way into the living room. i walked into the kitchen, checking the clock, 10:14 am. seonghwa would be home from class in a few hours. i turned around, starting to feel a wave of sadness wash over me the longer i couldn't find wooyoung.
did he really leave me? maybe he had somewhere to be...
another yawn left me, and i chose to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face, maybe pee if i have to. as i neared the bathroom i could hear something, though muffled- and i couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. wooyoung? or a burglar?
the door was shut, and the lights were on, making a small sliver of light seep out from the bottom. the sound was much more distinct- crying. i bit my lip, placing my hand on the knob, twisting it to only find that it was locked.
"woo? 's that you?"
the crying stopped, and was replaced with a few sniffles and a bit of silence before an answer,
"s-san?"
"wooyoung, are you crying?" i leaned against the door, a frown itched onto my face.
"...no."
"wooyoung, open the door, please." i sighed, stepping back a bit. i could hear some shuffling, and a few other sniffles before finally the door opened.
wooyoung stood across from me, blonde hair disheveled and loosing hanging in the ponytail i had set it in last night. he was still in my hoodie, and he curled into it. his eyes were bloodshot red, just as his nose was- and they glossed over- matching with the way his lip quivered.
