LIE TO ME | WOOYU

IV

"yuto! fuck, fuck, fuck, no, get up, please yuto, please," wooseok shook yuto as he yelled. breathing heavily, he managed his strength and picked him up. yuto's head was slung over his shoulder, and his face was damp and emotionless. lightly dropping yuto on a table, he desperately opened cabins and drawers, looking for a cup. finally breaking one open, he grabbed one and quickly filled it with icy water. he pushed yuto upwards against his arm and threw the water in his face.

"ah!" he coughed. breathing in chunks, coughing out the water in his mouth, he buried his head in his hands. "i...i am so sorry, seokie. god, i..." he wiped his eyes and bit his lip. he managed all his strength and managed not to let out any tears. wooseok pulled into yuto and hugged him tightly. he was so relieved to see that he was awake, and alive. though he was usually the top, he, for once, was buried in yuto's chest. trying not to let out a whimper, {and act like a sub, because he hid that he was a switch,} he let out a shaky breath into his chest. "it was only a second, and i was so fucking worried. I thought you were dead. i don't even know what i'd do if..." wooseok let out a tear onto yuto's blue shirt. the stress was getting to him. the next comeback was going to be promoting worldwide and he was producing and writing this time. yuto still didn't know that he was an idol.

he still didn't know if he was going to tell him at all. and when the time came, he didn't know whether yuto would really forgive him or not. he didn't want their relationship to change, because he knew that yuto would act differently if he found out. they all did. he'd want expensive things, want to tell people, tell fans, but he only loved yuto the way he was. yuto was...different. he looked at him in a different way, one that only emitted love. not confusion, or hate, or jealousy. he wanted to be with wooseok forever, and have their love and friendship blossom until they died.

yuto closed his eyes and let his thoughts settle. he wanted to tell wooseok about hyojong. but would he understand? wouldn't he think it was a...former lover? what if wooseok really wasn't as perfect as yuto saw him as? anything was possible. he wanted a shoulder to cry on right now, but no one was here for him anymore but wooseok. no friends in seoul. no friends in japan. he only had the man he loved, and himself. and there will always be a point when your lover will move on, and find something better.

"s-seok-ah... i need to tell you something." yuto sniffled and wiped his eyes. wooseok lifted his head up and instantly said, "yes? don't worry, you can tell me anything." he said, noticing yuto's worried face. "...my best friend died today. i don't how. i just..." he suddenly broke out in sobs and threw himself onto wooseok. wooseok felt himself en swarmed in the sadness in the air. he hugged yuto tight and he didn't let go. yuto's dead, muffled, sobs were the only sounds in the air. yuto pressed his face into wooseok's chest, and wooseok held him tight, never letting him go.