honey. woosan

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wooyoung is awaken shortly after hearing the sound of door hinges squeaking as a door is slowly opened. he lays still for a moment, in and out of sleep, until he tries to feel for san's hand, which isn't there.

he turns around to see san's seat was empty, and replaced by a pillow. wooyoung frowns, before rubbing his eyes with the bottom palms of his hands.

he gets up and peers around the door into the kitchen, seeing no one, but the blindly sun rays that peaked through the curtained window. he covers his eyes weakly and closes the window curtains.

he looks down the hall where san's bathroom and storage closet is, but nothing. he walks back into the living room, still stretching his arms far as he tries to wake himself up.

soft murmuring comes from the door of a room wooyoung couldn't recognise. it was a closed door near the couch's left arm, and the high-pitched yet husky voice was speaking as quietly as possible (which wasn't very quiet). he knew it was san, but he wondered what he was doing. he wanted to press his ear against the door and listen, but that would be invading san's privacy.

wooyoung sits back on the couch, and waits patiently. he can only pick up inaudible words from where he sits, so he doesn't bother trying to listen anymore.

after what seemed like an eternity, the bedroom's door gently opens and san toddles out with an upsetting grimace. he falls back onto the couch across from wooyoung, softly sighing as he leans his head back.

"is everything okay?" wooyoung asks, trying to scoot closer to the ebon-haired without provoking him more.

"yeah," san answers. wooyoung gently puts his head on san's shoulder to see if it would make the ebon-haired upset, but it seemed fine.

"you're not okay," wooyoung refutes under his breath. san hums confused, unable to hear what the blond said. wooyoung repeats it, louder than before.

"i said i was okay, woo-"

"no," wooyoung said. "you're not okay, i can see it."

"how?" san says, now looking provoked. wooyoung sees it in san's face and body language, and he backs down as he feels himself choke up.

san shakes his head and lays his head back down. it's silent and tranquil, but the tension in the air was thick and noticeable from miles away.

wooyoung hated it, hated seeing san like this. san was generally a light-hearted, fun person, but something obviously wasn't right with how he was acting.

"well," wooyoung says softly. "i think i should go."

san tilts his head to look at wooyoung, and nods. wooyoung sighs, picking his phone up and shoving it into his pocket. he quickly takes his shoes from the bin and slips them onto his feet, not bothering to fix or tie the loose shoelaces.

"i'll see you later, san," wooyoung states. he looks to see san's face once more, to see his eyes glossed and his cheeks pale.

"i'm sorry," san softly says.

"don't be," wooyoung claims. the blond sits back onto the couch, taking san's now trembling hand into his. "is everything okay san?"

there's silence. wooyoung knows he provoked san but seeing a bright boy in such if morose and depressing state made the blond worry for him. he cared too much to let it go.

san inhales deeply, and lets of a long sigh before he speaks: "it's just money and family issues. i don't think i can live in seoul much longer."

wooyoung is quiet, to let san speak about his problems, but also because he felt like if he tried to speak, he choke on his words.

"rent is due and i've been piling up debt since i've moved here," san continues. "ma kim has been helping me with finances for food and clothes after i moved here and she's finally complained to mom."

there's a brief moment where san breathes slowly to recollect himself, wiping the tears that made streams down his pale face.

"mother is coming in a few days to take me home with her," san softly says. "unless i find a job by then."

"i'll help you," wooyoung states unhesitatingly. "i'll help you find a job before she comes."

san shakes his head. "no, there's no time wooyoung."

"there is san, please let me help."

"wooyoung there isn't-"

"just give me a chance san-"

"wooyoung!" san cries out. the blond feels the wind leave his chest as his throat ties into multiple knots.
wooyoung chokes up a bit, before realising he was starting to cry too.

"god don't cry," san sobs when he sees wooyoung wipe the stray tears that fall from his eyes. "i don't wanna see you upset."

"but it hurts knowing you've been like this," wooyoung says. "i don't know how long you've lived in seoul but you've be struggling for weeks."

san falls silent, soft snivels erupting from the teary-eyed ebon-haired. there a small moment of silence as both they to recollect themselves.

san might have to leave seoul. the thought runs circles in wooyoung's brain and he hated it. he didn't want san leaving so early. before wooyoung could take him for a proper date. before he could kiss him again.

"i think it's best if you leave wooyoung," san mutters. wooyoung's lips press into a line as he reframes from crying more.

"okay," wooyoung's voice cracks, but he tries to play it off. "i'll see you later."

he pushes himself off the couch and trudges himself to the door. he stands there for a moment, hand gripped tightly on the knob, willing himself to speak again. his throat now almost on fire from how tense it was.

"i love you san," the words roll of wooyoung's lips.

there's a small moment there's utter silence. wooyoung sighs softly, turning the knob and stepping out. the soft words echo from behind the door as wooyoung turns away:

"i love you too, wooyoung."

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author's note:
hi! i'm sorry not to update but i've been super busy since the school year is close to ending.

i feel like i should change my username. i kind of want something more dark and hot but i'm not sure if i should keep the soft looking username honeyjoongs.

so which one sounds better?

[sexhwa] or [honeyjoongs]?

voting helps a lot! have a good day/night!! ♡♡♡♡

- honeyjoongs

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