yours truly, 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

It had been almost two weeks since Wooyoung last stepped foot into the bar.

It had been almost two weeks since the man has let himself be reminded of Yeosang. After that night at the bar, Wooyoung refused to speak about it and made it clear to Seonghwa and Hongjoong that he never wanted to bring up the others name again.

Some nights were harder than others. Wooyoung tried his best to push every thought even remotely related to his ex out into fbhus head, but sometimes he would find himself laying in bed, staring at the ceiling as he let himself get swept into the old memories.

Those nights were the worst. They would always end in Wooyoung burying his head in his pillows and silently crying until he fell asleep.

This previous night had been one of those nights. Wooyoung stumbled into the kitchen with swollen eyes. Hongjoong was cooking breakfast this time, adding bacon to the usual eggs and toast.

"Morning, Woo! Did you want anything to eat?" He asked, trying not to bring up the others flushed cheeks and red eyes. The three roommates had a sort of silent pact. They wouldn't bring up anything about Wooyoung's appearance or relationship until the other was ready to talk about it. Wooyoung silently shook his head and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He went back to his room and collected his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder before going back into the kitchen to say goodbye to the couple who was eating at the island before finally leaving.

One of the best distractions that he had been able to use these past few weeks was coming to the company he was training in and dancing until he could barely stand. He had originally joined the company in hopes of becoming a contemporary dancer, but recently his dance teacher had suggested that he studied different types of dances too.

Now, he was a full blown trainee, taking hip hop classes certain days of the week along with vocal lessons. His debut was planned for the fall, a solo artist whose concept is mysterious and a bit edgy. But Wooyoung still had a special place in his heart art for contemporary. He always knew exactly how to move his body and expression just the right amount of emotion to whatever song he was dancing to.

Wooyoung was making his way down the hallway, his headphones in as he played a classical piece he had been dancing too. The moves he had carefully pieced together played in his head as he walked to the practice room.

Next thing he knew, Wooyoung was running into a man's warm chest.

Wooyoung fell to the ground, groaning a little as he swore under his breath. He looked up to see a broad-shouldered silhouette. The man was reaching out a hand towards Wooyoung to help him up. Wooyoung hesitantly took it and felt himself being lifted off the ground with ease.

"Are you okay? You looked like you took quite the fall," the man said. Wooyoung looked up to meet the man's gaze, his eyes going wide before he went poker face once again.

"I'm fine," Wooyoung said, bending down to retrieve the things that he dropped but San was already reaching for them. The elder handed Wooyoung his things with a soft smile. Wooyoung reluctantly took them and refused to make eye contact with the other, looking down at his shoes instead.

"Hey... weren't you the one I saw at the bar a few weeks ago?" San tries, but Wooyoung had already pushed past the other with his shoulder and into the practice room a few feet away. San watched the door click shut, hearing the lock turn a few seconds later. He shook his head and headed to his office.

~~~

Wooyoung danced. He danced until he collapsed on the floor, sweat making his clothes cling to his body. He took deep breaths to try to slow his breathing.

So many thoughts were running through his mind at once, the man himself barely being able to make sense of them.

All he knew was that he couldn't get one specific person out of his head at the moment. Even thought he had no reason to even have him in there in the first place. Wooyoung slammed his fist against the floor and sighed, letting his forehead rest against the cool wood.

What's the matter with you? You barely know the man and you're creating fake scenarios about him.

He thought to himself. But all he could do in the moment was start his song again, taking off his shirt and throwing it across the room as he got ready to dance.

Wooyoung chose a classical piece that resembled his current thought process.

"Miroirs: III. Une barque sur I'océan"
By André Laplante

Wooyoung felt the pianos rhythm course through him as he absentmindedly moved to the music, feeling his body sway and contort to better portray the feel of the song.

~~~

Wooyoung had gathered his things and was heading to the elevator to go to the gym. His manager had been getting him to do cardio once a day to get him ready for the stage, although Wooyoung had been training for the stage his entire life. He thought it was pointless, but if it got him under those stage lights faster, he'd do whatever he needed to get that to happen.

Just as Wooyoung arrived on the elevator and turned around to press the button, he saw the man he was dreading to meet with again running towards the door. Wooyoung's breath hitched when he saw the others outfit.

A fitted white tank top with black gym shorts. The simplest of outfits yet Wooyoung felt his heart rate increase just from looking at the man.

What the fuck?! I need to stop thinking about this asshole.

Wooyoung thought, shaking his head before pressing the door closing button over and over again. Then his worst nightmare was happening all at once. San stuck his arm into the elevator at the last second, causing the automatic doors to slide open. The man waltzed into the small space, reaching to press the button before freezing.

"Ah, heading to the same place are we?" San asked with a grin. Wooyoung just scoffed in response and leaned his head against the was, closing his eyes. Sam took that as a clear sign to stop talking, to which he obliged and stared at the wall as the elevator creeped its way up to the second floor.

As soon as the doors slowly opened, Wooyoung squeezed out, making his way to an elliptical. San took the opposite direction and headed to a corner with weights.

The two worked out in their own little worlds, almost forgetting about each other.

That is, until San finished his lifting sets, putting the weights back in their rightful places before making his way to a treadmill to cool off. As he was walking past, Wooyoung decided to get off the elliptical and leave.

As Wooyoung was stepping down from the machine, he felt his shoelace get caught in a small opening of the machine, causing him to trip and fall into what he thought was a pillar.

Until that pillar was under him, letting out a low groan and gasp for air.

Oh, for fuck's sake.