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Wooyoung lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts spiraling in the silence that enveloped the room.
The memory of San leaving abruptly played on a loop in his mind.
They had been in the middle of an intense makeout session, their breaths mingling, their hands exploring.
Then, San’s phone rang, an important call he couldn't ignore. He didn't say anything to him leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts.
Deep in his chest, an unfamiliar feeling was growing, heavy and unwelcome.
It was a sadness that mingled with discomfort, a sensation that gnawed at his insides.
Wooyoung didn’t quite understand it, but he felt it intensely.
The more he thought about it, the more his sadness grew, morphing into something almost palpable.
He tried to brush it aside, to ignore it, but it was relentless.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he let them fall, feeling the wetness soak into the pillow beneath him.
He didn't bother wiping them away; he didn’t have the energy.
He lay there for a few minutes, drowning in his unknown feelings, each tear a release of the pent-up confusion and sorrow inside him.
Eventually, Wooyoung forced himself to move.
He got up slowly, his body heavy with the weight of his emotions.
He changed into his nightwear mechanically, his mind still clouded with thoughts of San.
Sliding under the covers, he hoped sleep would bring some reprieve, but it eluded him, leaving him to stew in his feelings.
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A week passed with no word from San. Wooyoung's heart ached with the growing absence of the elder.
He missed San’s voice, his touch, his presence.Which was confusing him.
It was a gnawing longing that refused to dissipate, and each day without contact made it worse.
Wooyoung found himself constantly checking his phone, hoping for a message, a call, anything.
On this particular evening, Wooyoung was lying on his bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.
His thoughts were a jumbled mess, his heart heavy.
A sudden knock on his door jolted him from his reverie.
His heart leaped with a mix of hope and excitement as he hurried to the door, his mind filled with the possibility that it might be San.
He swung the door open, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. "You're bac- oooh hi." His voice trailed off in disappointment when he saw Yeonjun standing there.
The taller boy held a few plastic bags and documents, his face devoid of any emotion.
"Come in," Wooyoung said, stepping aside to let Yeonjun pass.
"No, take these," Yeonjun responded, handing the items to Wooyoung.
His tone was stern, almost businesslike.
Wooyoung took the bags, confusion written all over his face.
"These are for school. You will start in two days. Try on the uniform and tell me if the size is okay. Tomorrow we can go shopping for some other essentials," Yeonjun continued, his voice remaining flat.
Before Wooyoung could process everything, Yeonjun turned to leave. "Wait!" Wooyoung called out, his voice tinged with desperation. Yeonjun stopped but didn’t turn around.
"When is he coming back?" Wooyoung asked, nervously tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. The anticipation in his voice was palpable.
Yeonjun shrugged silently, a gesture that was both noncommittal and dismissive, and then walked away without another word.
Wooyoung stood in the doorway, the plastic bags hanging from his hands, his emotions a swirling mix of excitement and confusion. He closed the door slowly and walked back inside.
He just placed the items on the couch and made his way to his bed and continued scrolling on tiktok.
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Whispers of Desire || Woosan🔞
Fanfiction"MOM!" "Wooyoung I'm fine, run and don't look back!" *Bang! Bang!* "Where am I?" 🔞⚠WARNING⚠🔞 *smut *murder *sexual assault *suicide attempt *human trafficking *drug use *blood *Toxic *darkromance Short chapters😭😭😭
