hostage || woosan ✓

{p}

triggering

Wooyoung woke up to the familiar crook in his neck and the back pain he could never forget. He couldn't believe San kept him down here after everything. He looked at the small window and saw the sun coming up.

Wooyoung groaned not being able to fall back asleep. He looked around and saw he was able to see everything. He saw his cuts and saw they bled through the poorly done bandages. He looked over at the floor and saw Sans pocket knife.

He wanted it. He now wanted everything to end.

The images of him looking at himself haunted him. He couldn't even image how he looked after last night's episode. He was starting to get scared of himself. Ever since San left there was a voice in his head telling him he wasn't good enough, he didn't look good enough. He couldn't get them away from him and drowned in silence.

No one was here

Nothing was working as the voices always got louder every time he told himself they weren't real. He was such a mess within these past hours.

It had to have been two hours since he's been awake waiting for San. He heard his footsteps walking from upstairs and felt relieved. He hoped San wasn't mad anymore and would let me back. He knew he ruined his chances of trying to go to the bathroom by himself.

Finally, he heard the door open and Sans heavy footsteps walking down with a first aid kit. He looked over at Wooyoung.

"I was harsh on you last night wasn't I baby boy?" he asked as he leaned down and opened the box. He put on gloves and disinfecting wipes as he took off the stained bandages. Wooyoung shook his head no. " I deserved it," he said but San only shook his head.

"I promise I'll let you speak before I act I'm sorry," he said as he placed the stuff down and kissed the boy's forehead. Wooyoung tried not to think of this deeply. Sans voice was so much softer. he treated him gently.

The voices were back telling him San only loved him. He kept ignoring them as he felt the burn of the wipes. He hissed and San only grabbed his hand with his available one and rubbed circles on it. Wooyoung teared up as he pressed down, almost letting out a cry. San, who had noticed looked up making Wooyoungs heart stop hoping his tears wouldn't fall.

"I know it hurts, it's okay to cry," he said gently once again. Wooyoung allowed his tears to fall and he quickly finished placing bandages around his thighs. He unwrapped Wooyoungs hands from the wires and picked him up heading upstairs.

He placed Wooyoung on the couch and went back to his room where he came back with pillows, blankets, and pajama pants. He placed them on the beat boy and quickly left to the kitchen and came back shortly with hot chocolate. He looked at him confused until he smiled a bright smile.

"Don't worry about it," he said putting the tv on and sitting down next to Wooyoung.

He took the time to look at San. His black hair was slightly messy and he was wearing grey sweatpants with a black sweater. He looked adorable in Wooyoungs eyes but quickly allowed the thought the leave his mind.

San looked over at him and smiled. "I felt so bad last night..." he said pausing only making Wooyoung more curious. "I understand if you won't speak. But I really should've allowed you to speak. I don't know why I got on you like that," he finished. He was looking Wooyoung in the eye with every single word that came out of his mouth.

If he were dumb he'd think he was in love with him; wanting Wooyoung to care and love him. There was something about the look in his eye that showed the regret of past events.

Wooyoung couldn't find it in himself to speak. He couldn't open his mouth and reply as much as he wanted to. San only nodded his head understanding and leaned back down on the couch watching whatever was on.

Wooyoung couldn't focus on the screen. All he could think about was San and the words he said. It was the most sincere he's heard him. He couldn't allow himself to fall into the trap again. San thinks Wooyoung depends on him. He thinks he can't survive without him. Wooyoung was going to prove it dead or alive.

He needed to make an escape plan. He needed to throw away feelings. As much as deep down he wanted San to be with him he wanted him to be with him while he was okay.

He was only a toy and he wanted to be more than that to him.