Forced to be together for the sake of the public eye, Jung Wooyoung and Choi San have been wrapped up in a scheme to bring their parent's million dollar companies together. Wooyoung hates San, and San hates Wooyoung. The arranged relationship was on...
After spending a few moments gathering Wooyoung's things and making the bed they had slept in, they made their way out into the living space, seeing as Yeonjun had been in the kitchen, his hands busy making a few mugs of coffee, handing one over to his partner, Soobin.
"Everything good?" Yeonjun asks, his gaze moving between Wooyoung and San.
Wooyoung nods, brushing his hair behind his ear as he moves closer. "Yeah, we're okay. More than okay, really."
"I'm glad," Yeonjun admits, smiling to himself as he looks down at the mug of coffee that was resting against the palm of his left hand. Soobin watches his partner with a smile, keeping quiet, likely not wanting to place his own opinion into a matter he had no part in. "I was worried, you know. You're a runner, Wooyoung. I had no idea if you'd still be here by the time San showed up."
"It was the last time I'll do that," Wooyoung assures, stopping near the edge of the kitchen island, reaching for the freshly brewed mug of coffee that Yeonjun passes off to him. "No more running, no more avoiding my problems. I have someone who will face them with me, no matter how scary they may be at the moment."
"And you should trust in that," Yeonjun dotes, his smile soft. "It's okay to rely on someone, Wooyoung. Just let yourself be vulnerable and free fall into the abyss, because I can promise you, San will be there to catch you."
"He's right," San adds in quietly, walking a step closer, reaching his hand up to squeeze Wooyoung's shoulder. Wooyoung turns to meet his gaze, smiling fondly, watching San with an intimate intrigue, something that was fairly close to how San had always watched him just exist in the moment, almost as if he was studying a memory, unwilling to let it go. "I'll always be here, just trust me."
Wooyoung smiles, looking away, tapping his fingers against the ceramic exterior of his warmed coffee mug. Before too long, Wooyoung glances up, catching Yeonjun's glance for a moment before he looks away, a string of silence following the calm morning ahead of them.
"Jun," Wooyoung begins, swallowing tentatively, wetting his lips. "Thank you. . . not for just forgiving me and talking things through, but for seeing that I needed help, and for opening your door when it felt like no one else would. You called San– you found him and brought him here–" Wooyoung takes a composing breath, dropping his tone to a mere whisper, "–thank you."
"I know a lot has happened between us," Yeonjun begins, setting down his coffee mug, the soft clink reverberating between them with a subtle noise. "But, seeing you out in the rain like that, without anywhere to sleep and alone, for that matter, what kind of person would I be if I had left you there all because we broke apart on rocky terms?"
