black cat | woosan ✔

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Wooyoung's sobs slowly turned into choked breaths, and he pressed his forehead harder into San's chest, as if trying to disappear into him. San stayed still, his arms never faltering, letting Wooyoung release every bit of frustration.

Then Wooyoung started ranting. "It's like everything I touch falls apart," he mumbled bitterly, voice muffled against San's coat. "Mingi's gone. My own best friend left because of me. Do you know how that feels?" He sniffled, his voice cracking. "I thought I had everything under control, but I'm such a fucking mess, San. I ruined it all."

San rested his chin lightly on top of Wooyoung's head, saying nothing but listening intently.

"I just don't get it! Why the hell do I do this?" Wooyoung groaned, clutching San's trench coat like a lifeline. "Why can't I fucking shut up when it matters the most? I'm...I'm so tired of being this way—of always pushing people away. What if...what if Mingi doesn't come back?"

His voice grew more frantic, and the words started tumbling out faster. "He's the only person who stuck around when everything was falling apart, San. When my parents didn't care, when I had nothing—Mingi was there. And now he's gone because I'm a fucking idiot."

San exhaled deeply but kept silent, rubbing small circles into Wooyoung's back to ease him, even if it was only a little.

"And you know what the worst part is?" Wooyoung said, bitterly laughing through the tears. "I don't even blame him. I wouldn't want to live with me either. I just...I don't know how to fix this. I never know how to fix anything."

His sobs returned, harsher now, as all the emotions he had bottled up for days spilled out like a dam breaking. "What if I ruin everything with Mingi? What if he hates me? I can't—I can't lose him, San." He gasped between sobs, clutching San even tighter.

San finally whispered, voice calm and unwavering, "You won't lose him."

"You don't know that," Wooyoung muttered between shaky breaths.

San pulled him closer, resting his cheek against Wooyoung's hair. "I do. Because I know what it's like to push people away and still have them care about you. If Mingi loves you the way you say he does, he'll come back. He just needs time."

Wooyoung nodded weakly but didn't stop crying. And San didn't mind. He just kept holding him, arms steady and heart open, knowing Wooyoung needed this—someone who wouldn't leave, someone to stay until the storm inside him passed.

Wooyoung finally pulled away slightly, looking up at San with his puffy eyes, lips slightly pouty, and his face looking smaller than usual. The sight was undeniably fucking adorable, and for a brief moment, San couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth in his chest despite everything going on.

"What about you? Is everything okay with Yunho?" Wooyoung asked, voice still trembling but laced with concern.

San chuckled softly, trying to hold back the bitter laughter that threatened to spill over. He then looked up before saying, "Yunho kicked me out," keeping his tone light, though the reality of the situation felt heavy.

Wooyoung's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth dropping open slightly as he processed San's words. "W-Wait, what? H-He kicked you out? Just like that?" The shock in Wooyoung's voice contrasted sharply with the quiet resignation in San's.

"Yeah, just like that," San replied, shrugging as if it were no big deal, but his insides twisted a bit. "He thought I needed a break, I guess." Fucking hell he did.

"How are you not crying?" Wooyoung blurted out, a mixture of confusion and sympathy swirling in his gaze. "I'm the one sobbing my eyes out over here, and you're acting like you just went to the grocery store!"