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5. Guilt

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"It's really you?"

Later

The bakery was now calm. Probably because it was already closed by the hour. Yeosang and Yunho had already gone home after Wooyoung literally pushed them out of his store. Wooyoung actually didn't want his friends to see him like that after so many years... He thought he had already pass this phase but it seems like not. This emotion came back so quickly, a second after seeing him and this was already back in Wooyoung's heart. He was feeling so guilty about his lover death. The words that had been said at the execution was floating in his head.

Wooyoung was sitting behind the counter, set in a ball. His head softly resting on his knees while tears falls from his eyes. Sniffing a bit, the sound of the rain start to be heard outside. Wooyoung turn his head a bit to look outside from the little door. It was really raining but what surprised Wooyoung was a shadow outside. The boy outside seemed so cold as he hug himself slowly sliding down on the window. Seeing that, Wooyoung get up and walk toward the doors, wiping of his tears. Slowly Wooyoung realize that the boy wasn't nobody but Choi San. He stop on his way freezing on his spot wondering why was he here.
Something in his head was telling him to not go, but it seems like his body was having his own brain. Wooyoung slowly start to walk toward the door until he unlock it and get outside. He look at the wet guy in front of him who was now looking right in his eyes.

"Get up you will catch a cold" Wooyoung mumbled softly

After hearing Wooyoung sentence San was up in a fraction of second. Wooyoung got back in the building, San following him like a little lost puppy. The youngest got behind the counter picking a towel before throwing it to San who catch it effortlessly. Will the blond boy was drying himself, Wooyoung was preparing him a hot drink with some cookies. After finishing the foods the boy got them to the table where was sitting San. Putting it in front of the older boy, he sit on a chair. The air in the cafe was awkward, nobody was talking.

San was oftenly glancing at Wooyoung, observing the boy beauty's. While Wooyoung was looking at everything but San feeling way to guilty to looks at the boy.

"Woo" San called making Wooyoung finally turn his head to see the blond boy smiling at him

"Hmm" He responded waiting for San to say something

"It's really you?" He asked while putting his hands on the younger one's

The younger only nob making the blond hair boy smile more.

"You know, I was waiting for you every day. I became actor because I wanted you to see me and come to me. But you never did" San expressed his face changing from a smile to frown

"I'm sorry, I thought you hate me, that's why I never came" The black hair boy replied still looking down

"Why would I hate you?"

"Because that my fault that you died" Wooyoung said his voice now louder

"That's not you fault Wooyoung, nothing of this was your fault" San reassured the poor broken boy

"No don't you remember their words! It's all my fault" Wooyoung replied his breathing starting to become quicker and tears forming in his eyes

"I remember clearly Wooyoung but don't you remember that it was also for the crime I committed? It wasn't your fault, they were scared that's why they did that. I promise you nothing was your fault, don't blame yourself for that" And with that San got up and went in front of Wooyoung. Crawling down in front of the sad boy he pick his small hands and interlock them with his softly caressing the boy skin with his thumb.

He looks up seeing the younger face decorated with tears as the boy was crying quietly trying to not make sound. Even though the boy was crying and probably sad, the oldest find him cute. The black hair of the boy were falling on the boy eyes who were wet, red and puffy. And his mouth was slowly trembling. San was sure that if someone paint the boy right now, the canva would become famous, really famous. The boy in front of him was a absolute piece of art in the older eyes. An angel falling from the sky.
He slowly got up and hug the crying boy, putting the younger head on his stomach before speaking.

"It's okay baby. Don't cry, it wasn't your fault" San whispered softly while caressing Wooyoung's black hair

After a bit of caress through the hair, the younger boy finally started to calm down. His head still on the older abdomen. Slowly San bend down again before squishing Wooyoungs face who was now puffy from all the crying. He pass his thumb under the boy eyes wiping away the tears.

"Your so damn cute right now" San whispered in a low tone before connecting there forehead together looking deeply in the other eyes "Why don't we go home now? You looks exhausted after crying so much" He continued as he earn a small nob from the piece of art in front of him

"Whose home?" Wooyoung asked with a weak voice

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Mine" The little boy answered

"Then let's go!" San explained before putting his hand under Wooyoung's arm making the boy stand up

He softly bring his hand to Wooyoung's one interlocking them together as he don't want to let go of the boy. He guid them to his expensive car and open the door for Wooyoung making him enter the black sport car he had today. And finally he enter the driver seat asking Wooyoung for his adress which the boy gladly told him.

The car ride was quiet and they soon arrived to Wooyoung's house as he lived close to his bakery. They both entered the home and quietly went to Wooyoung's bedroom. Wooyoung went to take a shower leaving San to explore the little but cozy home. San was happy to find some magazine of him or even some posters of him. That made him know that Wooyoung was still thinking of him. He explore every corner of the house. Many plants were here and Wooyoung had a big collection of music albums and CD. There was also a lot of cooking books in the kitchen. On the wall, photo of Wooyoung and other people were hooked. And to San surprised in Wooyoung's house there was what seems like a studio. But before he could explore more the room Wooyoung came back to him, now clothes in pyjamas. A black comfy shorts with a navy blue baggy t-shirt. In his hands were some black short with a red shirt.

"I hope it will fit you" He let out as he look in San's eyes

"It's okay even if it doesn't fit" San answered as he get closer and pick the clothes "is this really a studio?" He asked a little too curious to let the question slide

"Humm yes, I like to sing so I have a studio here" Wooyoung explained as he look at the studio

"Do you compose music?" San demanded wanting to know more about the boy in front of him

"Not really, I don't have that much imagination but I do have a song written. Usually I do cover" Wooyoung replied as he kept looking at the boy in front of him

"Mmm okay, I will go change after we can sleep" The oldest said before leaving to the bathroom to change himself

Wooyoung continues to look at his studio before quickly going in picking his own song and hide it. This song was about his story with San so he didn't wanted him to know it.

And lucky when Dan came back the clothes fit him, maybe just a little bit tight but still okay. They both went in Wooyoung's bed shyly laying down next to each other. This was the very first time that they would sleep in the same bed so it was weird. But San took his chance and softly bring his arms around Wooyoung waist snuggling closer until Wooyoung head was in the crook of his neck, well more his black lock. Wooyoung didn't really knew what to do so he just didn't move and rapidly they both fell asleep in each other arms cutely.

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