Promise. [Woosan] // [Ateez]

Thirteen

"Sit" Hongjoong pointed towards the couch as San obeyed his words placing himself down as he grabbed a pillow hugging it tightly in his arms.

Hongjoong sat next to him as he sighed with San watching the leader with puppy eyes.

"Are you ok?" He said as San looked back down thinking about his answer.

"Yea I'm fine" He replied berley finishing off the last word.

He wasn't, San hasn't been ok for a while now, not even fine. All the pressure had been building up on top of him and he felt like with Wooyoung going through so much he couldn't let it out.

Hongjoong scoffed.

"No your not"

That's when San completely blanked out for the next hour, losing all control of what he ever had, he knew that he wouldn't remember much but he knew that Hongjoong wouldn't forget a word, not a single word that he said to him that night.

Days went past, many those being silent. No one talked to Wooyoung, especially not ever since that conversation with Wooyoung since that night. He only ever said yes or no and tried to keep his distance. He was done being treated like a baby, being pitied, he hated it, he hated having to be so vulnerable in front of all the others. He didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially not his members.

So what he did was best for everyone saved him the worry anyways, he was sick and tired of having to always been a moping mess, crying and reflecting on how shit his life was, so now he would only focus on the things he had, and boy lemme just tell you he was whipped.

It was a Friday night and the boys had all finished up late, coming back to the dorms exhausted, one by one they piled into the dorm half asleep, all rushing towards their separate rooms, but Wooyoung had better ideas, he was pissed and not just at Hongjoong who wouldn't fricken listen to him, but mostly at San, San had been annoying him all day and it had made his so angry. Annoying him with that shirt that he didn't know how to button up, or every time he decided to run his hands through his hair, it annoyed the fuck out of him causing him to only think about one thing all day.

Wooyoung entered the bathroom as Yeosang walked out almost bumping into the younger. But Wooyoung couldn't care less, after all as much as he hated to admit it to himself Yeosang was an angel, and angel to him so he didn't even care about those little things. Yeosang had been holding his hand the whole time, ever since they decided to make that big decision of leaving their old company. Sometimes he actually wondered why they would both leave such a big company and move to such a small one, but they did it and there was no regrets, after all they had promised to live a life with no regrets after leaving.

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Wooyoung finished cleaning himself up, not really minding about the water that he hadn't had dried from his shoulder yet, and he was way too tired to care about finding his sweats so he just decided to stay in the shirt and shorts he had previously go into.

He had finally had the room to himself tonight since Seonghwa wanted to cuddle with Yeosang, from the conversation he had heard earlier, so at least if he wanted to cry tonight he wouldn't have to hide it, but nah once against wayyyy too tired for that.

Wooyoung got into bed as he reached for his phone, it was well past 2 am now and he just didn't want to sleep even though his body was asking for it.

Moments later he found himself deep into Instagram constantly looking at photos of San, he was still pissed but he couldn't deny how beautiful he was. Ever since Wooyoung had broken that night he had now taught himself how to channel those upset, sad feelings into desire, into rage, and he knew that it was for the better.