yours truly, 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗇

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"You should definitely sing to me sometime then," San teased, putting himself into a fit of giggles.

Wooyoung shook his head and downed the rest of his martini, giving in and letting himself be sucked into giggles too.

The pair had arrived at the bar a few hours ago, immediately causing Seonghwa and Hongjoong to become like overprotective parents. Hongjoong always hovered around Wooyoung and San, who were sitting near the back.

The bar was tightly packed with people, mainly couples who were wasted and a few even nearly dry jumping against the far wall just outside of the bathrooms.

Wooyoung cringed and looked down at a now full glass, seeing Hongjoong walking back to the bar. The couple looked Wooyoung in the eye and both raised their eyebrows, Seonghwa on the other hand let a smirk spread across his face.

"Be safe," the eldest mouthed. Wooyoung stuck his tongue out at him and turned back to san who was sitting across from him, leaving back in his seat as he ran a hand through his hair.

Wooyoung was pretty drunk, and it took almost his entire being not to go over and be like every other couple in the place.

The conversation that they had been in for the past few minutes was Wooyoungs debut. He explained to San why he was getting vocal lessons, complaining about how many rules he'll have to follow after the debut and so on.

San listened intently to every word Wooyoung had to say. San would cock his head to the side or nod to what the other said.

After a few minutes of silence, Wooyoung looked down at his phone to check the time and frowned.

"It's almost one am... my friends are probably clocking out soon and they're my ride," Wooyoung explained. San let out a small huff and nodded.

"I don't want you to go yet though," he said in a slightly whiny voice. San had much more to drink than Wooyoung. And that was another reason Wooyoung shouldn't get caught up in that man's words. Even though the sudden clingy actions from San made his heart do cartwheels in his chest.

"I know, I know. Let's do this again sometime then?" Wooyoung asked, standing up and collecting his things.

"Do you have a ride?" Wooyoung asked. San lifted his car keys in his hand and Wooyoung shifted his weight to one hip and cocked an eyebrow.

"Really, San? I'm calling you a cab," he said, letting a small giggle escape his lips before ordering San a ride on his phone. San grabbed Wooyoung's wrist, making a small pout up at the other.

"Please don't leave until it gets here," San muttered. Wooyoung couldn't argue with that. He wanted to make sure San got home safe anyways. Wooyoung sat back down, this time beside San. Not even a second later the older was resting his head on Wooyoung's shoulder, letting out a small sigh.

~~~

Wooyoung was home and showered, even if that shower consisted of him staring at the wall for most of it. He stumbled into his bedroom to find painkillers and a glass of water on his nightstand. He laughed, the noise coming out much louder than expected and quickly covered his mouth since it was late. He giggled to himself as he sat on his bed, taking the pills before downing the entire glass of water.

Wooyoung had just laid down and was almost asleep when he heard his phone ringing on the nightstand. He grabbed it and read the caller ID, letting out a scoff at the name that was shown.

"Sannie?" Wooyoung muttered to himself. The memory of San typing his number into his phone played in his head as he answered.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing right now?" San slurred.

"Did you drink even more? I can barely understand you," Wooyoung said into the phone, sitting up a bit. There was a long beat of silence before San spoke again.

"I want you here, Wooyoung," the man muttered in a clear tone that took Wooyoung by surprise. His heart doubled in speed as his breath caught in his throat. He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling.

"San. Your drunk. You don't want anything."

"Woo, please," the man said in almost a whimper. That alone had Wooyoung's head reeling.

"Do you think I'm going to come over to your place or something? It's nearly three am," Wooyoung said, even though he would gladly take his drunk ass right to San's place if he really wanted.

"Just- please talk to me. I need to hear your voice," San whispered. Wooyoung swore his heart stopped then and there. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong, San?" Wooyoung replied. There was a small sniffle at the other end.

"I- you know how I said I had a history of anxiety?"

Wooyoung vaguely remembered what they rambled on to eachother about at the bar. But he remembered when Sans face went serious as he talked about the panic attacks he used to have as a teenager. Wooyoung hummed in response.

"I thought they were gone for good," San mumbled.

"Did you drink more thinking it would help? But it just made it worse?" Wooyoung asked in a gentle voice, not entirely sure how to go about comforting San since he's never been in a situation like this personally. San hummed in response and sighed. Wooyoung heard a hiccup at the other end and looked down at his comforter, staring blankly into the material as San cried softly.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could help more," Wooyoung started, San cutting him off before he could get anything else out.

"No. You're helping me right now. More than you know. Can you talk about something random though?"

Wooyoung sighed softly and closed his eyes as he tried to think of a different subject to talk about.

He ended up choosing to talk about his little brother and how he can't wait to visit him again. He shared all kinds of memories with San, smiling every time he heard a small chuckle from the man in the other end of the phone.

After he got bored of talking about his brother the two just sat listening to each others breath. Finally, after a while of silence, Wooyoung finally mustered up the courage to ask San the question he had been wanting to ask ever since he got the call.

"What made you have the panic attack?"

There was a long beat of silence. Wooyoung had to check if San was still on the phone. Right as he put the phone back up to his ear he could've dropped it again from what San said.

"I'm afraid of losing you."