Wooyoung hated his long shifts. Spending every fragment of his time scheduling appointments, reminding his boss of said appointments, and having to reschedule every single one of them. Working for a terrible boss wasn't ideal, but it wasn't like he had the option to up and quit. And the benefits were better than any of the other job's Wooyoung was qualified for. He had a bachelor degree, sure, but that meant nothing when the people surrounding him had piles of phD's and were worth more than fifteen Wooyoung's combined.
With his glasses slipping on the bridge of his nose, he was stuck at his desk, clamoring away at the same wretched desktop he was always at. Doing meaningless work for a meaningless job. While stuck in a daze, he sighed. He missed San.
It'd been a week since they spent the night together, and Wooyoung had been the busiest he'd ever been. When he wasn't cramped in an office, he was staring down a laptop screen and responding to emails. And in his few seconds of free time, he couldn't muster the energy to text San back.
He also felt guilty. He was a liar, a horrible person. A pathetic excuse of a human being. But sure as hell not worth any sympathy. Not only was he avidly avoiding San, he was avoiding a certain truth he knew he'd spew if he saw the boy again.
Ghosting Spider-Man? While not his intention, it sure appeared that way. His phone dinged, and with hesitation, Wooyoung picked up the device, and stared harshly at the contact name. San texted him again, and Wooyoung turned his phone back over.
Despite it supposedly being Wooyoung's lunch break, he didn't want to risk falling any further behind than he had last week. Deciding a smoke break would take up less time, and calm him down, he hurried his way up the stairs to the roof.
Stepping from the stairs to the railing at the top of the building, he lit up a cigarette, and took a long drag. The air was as cold as it'd been for months, and if Wooyoung wasn't frantic from his amount of work and suffocating guilt, he'd of remembered to bring a coat.
While the nicotine seeped into his lungs through charcoal puffs, his fingers wandered to his phone. Gazing at the message San had sent, he inhaled the cigarette once more.
"Ghosting isn't a good look on you." Spider-Man spoke, appearing before Wooyoung, hanging to the side of the roof's railing.
"Holy shit!" Wooyoung hollered, clutching his chest with his free hand.
"And smoking? You're really not the sweet guy I thought you were." Spider-Man shook his head before crawling over the railing and staring down Wooyoung. San grabbed the cigarette from his hand, tossed it to the ground and smushed it to bits with his foot.
"I never claimed to be anything, that's your fault for assuming." He glared, settling his phone back in his pocket and crossing his arms.
"Thought you weren't the kinda guy to have one night stands?" San's intent wasn't to be so offended when he saw Wooyoung, because he was more-so confused. He thought things between them were going well, so this random radio-silence for a week had been jarring.
"Thought you were the kinda guy who didn't believe everything some stranger says?" Though Wooyoung knew he was wrong, and San probably just wanted an explanation, he didn't find it justifiable to say he was just busy and couldn't be bothered to clarify through text.
There was a moment of silence between the two, where San stood, staring at Wooyoung through the whites of his suit, and Wooyoung wouldn't dare break eye contact.
