SWITCHED | WOOSAN

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Wooyoung and San lay in bed, after their make out session they ended up cuddling, and talked about everything they did while the other was gone. San listened to how the other was off smoking now, and was surprised. He never stopped, but was too guilty to bring it up. He also listened to how others were really nice, and he smiled listening to the funny stories that some of the other people did.

"Enough of me, what did you do while I was gone?" Wooyoung sat up on an elbow to look at the other, who was staring at the ceiling.

"Nothing much..." San said lowly. "It was lonely without you." He admitted shyly.

"Oh was it?" Wooyoung gave a sly smile.

"Yes- it was." San said flustered, and covered his face with his hands, which earned a low laugh from Wooyoung.

Then it got silent.

"San, did you ever quit?..." Wooyoungs words seem to travel off, and his voice got low.

San knew exactly what he was talking about, and felt guilty.

"No." He said in a whisper, not daring to take his hands off his face and open his eyes to face the other.

He felt gentle hands touch his wrist, and slowly take them off his face. He opened his eyes and made eye contact with concerned ones.

"It's not good for you San." Wooyoung said in a whisper while holding the others hand in his.

"You don't think I know that?" San said and ran a hand through his hair.

"It's not to late to quit." Wooyoung said, staring at San.

"I know..." San whispered.

Silence overtook the room.

"Dammit I need one." San cursed in frustration as he swiftly got up and walked over to his side table. He took out a packet and got a cigarette out, holding a lighter up. He felt a piercing gaze on him, but didn't dare to turn around and make eye contact.

He inhaled and blew a cloud of smoke out. He heard noises behind him but didn't mind turning around, he knew it was Wooyoung. He felt arms wrap around his slim waist, and a face resting in the crook of his neck. He felt the slightest brush of lips when the other leaned in more.

Silence overtook them again, and for awhile it lasted, them swaying side to side just the slightest.

"I worry for you, you know that?" The other whispered under his breath, breaking the silence, San barely hearing if his ear wasn't right beside him.

"I know..." San whispered back, taking another inhale of the toxic chemicals, letting them fill his lungs as he blew out another cloud.

"Your thin, have you been eating well?" The other asked in a small voice, felling a soft kiss on the side of his neck after he spoke.

San didn't answer. He didn't know how to, because truth be told, he wasn't eating well. It just didn't feel right to eat alone everyday, it didn't feel right to eat at all to him in particular. He couldn't handle just eating and letting it settle in your stomach, feeling it just digesting, thinking about all the calories, the fat, it all scared him.

Arms tightened around his small figure, feeling himself press against a broad chest. A soft kiss was placed on his temple, and his eyes looked down in shame.

San felt guilty, knowing that he must be hurting the other in some way he couldn't see or feel. All of his habits were just addicting, and have become so daily it didn't even seem wrong anymore.

"San, I want to help you, ok? We can get through this together, just let me help you." Wooyoung whispered, and San almost broke down on the spot hearing those words. He felt helpless, and he thought he was so far in, 'is it even possible to quit?'

He might as well try, for Wooyoung.

"Ok." San whispered, and he felt a hand run through his hair, pushing some of his bangs back.

"It's gonna be okay baby."

The nickname send San into a memory mode, and he gave a small shiver at it. It's been such a long time since he heard that nickname, he still wasn't used to it.

"You wanna go out? We could go eat..walk..shop.." Wooyoung suggested, getting anxious as he saw San's cigarette getting smaller by every inhale.

"I haven't been shopping in a while..." San said slowly.

"Well then," Wooyoung said, finally giving in as he took the cigarette from San's fingers, and burned it out in the silver bowl.

"Let's go shopping."